Dylans Dilemma

Laying in bed Sunday morning, feeling a little depressed... mostly because I was thinking about last night. I kept seeing the way Chubby got out of icky-Ricky's SUV. There isn't any sense in fooling myself... I mean, the car pulls up and sits there for ten minutes and then Chubby gets out wiping his lips and buttoning his pants. That behavior might lead a suspicious person to believe that he and duche bag Ricky were involved in some sort of gay hanky-panky during the ten minutes they were sitting there at the curb. Unless of course there was a girl in the car, which I seriously doubt.

Ricky being bi or gay would never have entered my mind prior to last night. To make it even worse, Chubby stuck his head back in the car a couple of times, and each time popped back out wiping at his mouth again. Shit! Get serious, what else could it be except kisses. It hurts my stomach and my head to think these kinds of thoughts, but there it is right in front of my face. And, that buttoning of his pants while getting out of the car?... that forebodes even more nefarious scenarios than just a few kisses. Boys kissing one another is so gross to begin with.... disgusting. I put my foot down with Carl about that, but... oops! Almost forgot that I recently fantasized about kissing Robby Dickers.... hmmm?

Whoa, I gotta take a couple of deep breaths here to get a grip on reality. Then... being fair, I need to admit to myself that I haven't exactly been a choirboy lately either. Just yesterday Carl fucked me a few times and I liked each one just fine... it felt real good. Before the sex, Carl was mentoring me about the reality of submissive/dominant gay sex partners...and that discussion was prompted by my recent oral sex activities with the Marine... so, no... I can't be throwing stones while I'm living in a 'glass house' myself. But it still hurts that Chubby would turn to that god damn freaky Ricky for a gay outlet! Why not turn to me?

Oh hell, "deal with it Dylan" is what I tell myself. Thinking about Carl"s dominant/submissive "lecture" last night... I think he gave me a lot of good information and advise. He looked pretty good while giving it to me too... giving me both things, the information and the sex. Well, except he's quite a bit overweight. Aside from that, Carl is so much more likable now that he's dropped all that stupid role playing. And, how about how he quietly told me he loved me... jeez, that was awkward! I pretended I didn't hear it... couldn't think of anything to say to that. I use to think he was a real dork, but in all honesty, I kind of like him now. He's been really nice to me and, what the hell... I just like him. What's so bad about that?

Now, how am I'm feeling about Chubby? I'm certainly jealous, but am I pissed-off at him? My recently developed lust for him tends to confuse my thinking. But... come on, get real! I'd be a hypocrite to be pissed off at Chubby, wouldn't I? Oh man!... all these troubling, mixed-up thoughts are the last thing I want or need on a Sunday morning. "Relaxation"... that should be the thing on a Sunday morning.

Getting out of bed slowly I began my morning bathroom ritual. Then, looking in the mirror and... oh yeah, damn!... that too. I'd forgotten about the short haircut Carl gave me last night. I was feeling sort of close to him at the time, ya know... and he asked so humbly if he could give me a haircut, and he has such a thing for my hair... so I said "OK". But now what the hell can I tell Chubby? I mean, why was I even at Carl's in the first place? Can't tell him the truth... that I went because a Marine is deep throating me and treating me like a submissive sex toy and I needed some advise, some mentoring... and so I called Carl? Best not to tell Chubby that. Damn! Life can be a challenge at times.

While brushing my teeth I thought about what might have been if only I'd participated more enthusiastically with Chubby's leg humping and his foot fetish and his... his, whatever. Chubby and me would now be doing what Chubby is probably doing with Ricky... whatever that might be. I know I don't have any reason to blame Chubby, but it still hurts... it really, really hurts that he's doing "stuff" with that jerkoff, Ricky... of all the boys in the world, I can't stand him the most! And, I can't seem to avoid being wicked jealous of him either... no matter how logically I analyze the situation, I'm still going to wind-up being jealous. Here's my major, major problem in a nutshell...I have this growing sexual desire for Chubby, but he's very much hooked up with that evil Ricky Ortiz. And, what can I do about that?

Just then I heard the front door quietly close. That will be Chubby. Sunday mornings Chubby and me make breakfast for our Moms. They work late nights at the bar, and sleep late in the mornings, so Chubby and me have this deal where we fix breakfast on Sunday mornings. This Sunday it's at our place. Coming out of my room a few minutes later I see that Chubby has his baseball cap on... that's a good sign because it means I won't have to look at his almost bald head. Last night he didn't have the cap on getting in and out of Ricky's SUV though, did he! Oh shit, I'm beating a dead horse here....

Chubby says, "Morning, Dylan" and I said a chilly, "Hi". Chubby couldn't look up at me right then because he was taking hot red bliss potatoes out of the microwave... tossing them from one hand to the other and finally bouncing them onto the counter. We make home fries with them... leaving the skins on, you cut-up the potatoes, then brown them in vegetable oil along with some sliced green peppers and some sweet onions... don't forget lots of salt.

Watching him cut-up the potatoes, I bit my lip, then looked away. He is so 'hot' to me anymore. That great little body and the cutest face... damn, I've got it bad for him. Chubby and me have know each other our entire lives... all seventeen years. And right now staring at him, I see that oh-so-familiar look of concentration on his face... the one I know so well. Everything he does he tries to do it the very best he can... everything. I took a deep breath and forced myself to look away. Then after another deep breath, I finally started squeezing some oranges using the electric juicer... all the time thinking, Chubby's face is so perfectly smooth with his healthy tan-ish skin tone, it's... well, it's beautiful, is what it is.

Trying to snap myself out of the mood I was in... the one where I was idolizing and ogling my best friend, I asked... "Chubby, were there girls at that barbecue last night?" Chubby glanced quickly over at me and said, "Girls? Are you shitting me? There's no such things as window washing girls, Dylan. You gotta be kidding! A girl wouldn't last two fucking hours cleaning windows like we clean them... we're fucking professional window washers... not some girl with a paper fucking towel dabbing at the window with some fucking Windex or something..."

Outlandish comments like that one usually make me laugh out loud, but not this morning. I squeezed the rest of the oranges and put the juice in the refrigerator. "What time did ya get home last night?"

Chubby slaps the knife down and turns to really look at me hard for the first time this morning, saying, "What the fuck is this, the third degree? And... who cut your fucking hair?" Now I felt defensive and in one long sentence babbled out that I needed to discuss some stuff with Carl about the high school newspaper and he was cutting a neighborhood kids hair so he sort of insisted on giving my hair a trim while we discussed the paper... and without taking a breath, I reminded Chubby that his best buddy, Ricky, had done more than give him, Chubby, a haircut... more like shaved his head.

Chubby studied me with furrowed eyebrows for a few seconds to see if I was for real, then said, "Ricky's not my best buddy, you are... and that's more than just a trim you got there, Dylan." I dropped the whole subject and started cracking eggs into a bowl... then cutting slivers of cheddar cheese to scramble with the eggs. Chubby started frying some Jimmy Dean breakfast sausages. We were making, home fries, scrambled eggs with cheese, sausages, rye toast and jelly... also, orange juice and Dunkin Donut coffee. For the coffee, Chubby and I would flip a coin to see who goes to get it. While crunching the eggshells down the garbage disposal I admitted to myself that I was mad at Chubby... not that I had a real reason to be, I just was... ya know, because of what maybe happened last night with that pricky Ricky..

We both did the same food preparations every Sunday so that part of the morning went smoothly... the rest was different though because neither of us said another word until we were ready to get the coffee... usually we talk non-stop. Chubby says, "Ya got a coin, Dylan?" I did and I flipped it. He called it, and off I went to get four regular hot coffees. "Tough luck", Chubby said, suppressing a smile when he called "heads" ... and the coin came up "heads". This is the the fifth Sunday in a row I've lost the flip and had to get the coffees. Where's that law of averages thingie when ya need it?

It's a four block walk to Dunkin Donuts and on the way I smoked a Marlboro Light. I figured I needed a cigarette because Chubby had my head all fucked up and somehow the smoke seemed like the cool thing to do. I was thinking... when exactly was it that I realize I had this wicked crush on him. After seventeen years I finally recognize I'm sort of in love with him... is it as simply as that? It probably started in the hospital waiting room when Chubby was unconscious... that was after the fight with the Chavez brothers. And, maybe after that my feelings for Chubby just grew in my subconscious mind until I couldn't ignore them any longer? Could that be it?

Carl was an important ingredient here too. He brought me out to my gay nature and opened that door in my mind... now I look at guys and evaluate how cute they are, and so forth. Through that open door Chubby has somehow slipped in and made it all the way from my head to my heart. Then I thought, "Can I be any more freaking melodramatic about this? Duh!" But, I swear to God, it's getting worse every week... my longing for him, I mean. Maybe I should ask Carl to mentor me about this mystery also. He's been a big help to me with everything else so far. And, how am I going to react to this knowledge I have, or think I have, about Chubby and that prick-faced Ricky? Should I act pissed-off around Chubby till he confesses? Oh God! how stupid is that?! I'll just act regular as much as I can until I have more information.

When I got back with the coffees, both Moms were in the kitchen laughing with Chubby... they were reading the Dilbert cartoon in the Sunday Globe "funnies" section. All three of them in good spirits and I tried my best not to bring them down. After breakfast Chubby says, "Dylan, I got to help Mom take some old clothes to Goodwill, do ya want to do our run when I get back?" He was trying to be so upbeat and earnest I said, "Yeah, sure Chubby". And less than an hour later that's what we were doing.

It wasn't as hot today as it's been so we weren't drinking the extra water, but after the first two miles I still wanted to stop at the rest area to pee. Chubby went right over to the bench and sat down while I took a pee against the same tree the Marine and I used. "God damn, Dylan.. I'm winded. Amazing how fast ya lose your wind when you stop running." Looking over my shoulder and there sat Chubby ... sitting exactly where the Marine sits. Wouldn't it be fabulous to go over with my cock and balls out, standing up straight in front of Chubby, and have him suck me off? Oh boy, watch out or I'll be sporting a nice boner the rest of the day thinking about that.

Instead, I got my mind on other things like trying to encourage Chubby that he was doing great on this run. He was certainly doing much better than I would have been able to do if I'd stopped running for as long as he has. Then, just for something to do, I showed him inside the lavatory and, like me, he was surprised at how clean it was. As we were walking out, Chubby wiped at his eye and cried out, "Oh fuck, Dylan... my eye. I think it's an eyelash". Both his eyes were tightly closed with tears rolling out under the lid of the left one. I took his hand and led him to a spot outside where the sun shone through the tree branches overhead and, bending his head back slightly, I lifted the eyelid that was tearing. His eye was bloodshot already. Chubby has longish eyelashes, ones that any girl would love to have... he has beautiful eyes too. Anyway, getting a loose eyelash under an eyelid happened about once a month it seems.

The eyelash scratches and hurts his eyeball. I told Chubby to roll his eye up and then I saw the lash right away. Pulling his T shirt up to dab lightly at his eyeball made me to pause and gawk at his exposed belly and the lower part of his chest... both as smooth as a baby's bottom. I stared at his body, marveling at his finely, naturally detailed slim, muscular build. Then taking a deep breath I concentrated on the eyelash. This required me bending my face down close to his cute face and the boyish smell coming off of Chubby got me all fucked-up again.. it made me close my eyes tight and hold my breath, trying to avoid making some sort of embarrassing moan of pleasure... he smelled so sexy, yet so innocently boyish.

When I opened my eyes I was so close to his face the urge to kiss him made me hold my breath again. I got the eyelash out with my third dabbing attempt, but I kept holding the back of his neck and staring at his face for another fifteen seconds afterward... I was thinking, "He's beautiful.... not just his skin... him. He's so youthful and healthy looking." I've never before thought of Chubby as "beautiful" or, for that matter, that he had this overwhelmingly boyish and sexy odor about him... an odor I could barely resist... none of that was noticed in the past. But it's on me hot and heavy now and, oh my God, what am I going to do about it?

Chubby says, "Ya get it yet, Dylan?" I let go of him and told him to blink a few times. He said it was out, but it was still scratchy. As we walked down the rest area trail toward the main drag Chubby said, "Woman blink twice as often as a guys do". I said, "Twice as often?" He glanced over with a mischievous look and said, "The most common name in the world is Mohammad" and I replied, "Yeah, I think I heard that before someplace". As we reached the main trail and started running again he said, "The volume of the moon is exactly the same as the volume of the Pacific Ocean" and I said, "Huh!"

He's trying to get me to challenge him about these bizarre factoids, but I'd learned my lesson about that years ago. Chubby has a sort of photographic memory for trivia... kind of like an idiot savant. He doesn't have a photographic memory for useful school work or anything like that... just crazy, off the wall, factoids which he goes out of his way to read about in the newspaper or magazines or on the Discovery channel, and who knows where else. I use to bet him he was wrong about this crazy stuff, but he always backed it up with some authoritative source and so I lost those bets every time. Now he plays the game of trying to find something so nuts that I won't be able to resist betting he's wrong. I'm no longer inclined to do that, although he never stops trying to get me to.

Jogging for a while and then, at the same instant, we both turned to check on each other... just to be sure everything was OK. We laughed at the coincidence and exchanged friendly smiles. That struck me as so fucking sweet... how did I take this kind of stuff for granted for so many years? Near the end of any four mile run we aren't usually doing much talking because we're totally winded. After this run I felt so proud of Chubby for still being able to finish the run in a pretty good time that I put my arm around his neck and hugged his head against my chin.. his hat fell off. The closely buzzed hair on his head scratched my jaw making me think of my first encounter with the Marine, and the Marine's five-o'clock shadow.

While unconsciously feeling my chin, I said, "You don't have to wear that hat on my account, Chubby. I'm sorry I made such a fuss about the haircut the other night." Chubby did a little looks out of the side of his eyes with a little grin on his lips which I thought might be a sign of approval from him... like he's indicating, "thanks for understanding" or something like that. I felt real affection from Chubby too. Rubbing his head now, to demonstrate I was really OK with it, Chubby squeezed my hand quickly like he often does. Surprisingly, that caused me to start getting a boner so I said, "I'll race you to Tony's" and off I ran. I heard Chubby laughingly shout, "You win"... he never even started running.

"Tony's" is a convenience store we'll sometimes stop at for a Gatorade. It wasn't far and Chubby got there shortly after I did... my boner had gone down by then.

I bought us two lemon/lime Gatorades and we wandered into downtown Framingham. The urge to walk by the Marine recruiting store popped into my head, Chubby just following me... like he always did in the old days... before the window washing job, and Ricky. Looking through the big plate glass window I could see there was only one Marine behind a desk in there today, and no recruits at all. The one Marine was my Marine.

Chubby was finishing up his Gatorade standing beside me as I gawked in through the window. The Marine looked up and saw me, but didn't change expression. He also didn't smile and wave for me to come in like the older Marine had done the other day. No matter, I could tell he recognized me immediately. What gave it away was the arrogant tilt of his head as he looked at me... a chill ran through my balls and I stood up straighter. "Thinking of joining the Marines, Dylan" Chubby asked jokingly. I muttered, "Not likely, Chub" and he pulled on my arm to get me to step away from the plate glass window. We sauntered on home after that.

The rest of the day we just hung out together... like we use to do every day. I never feel as comfortable in any situation as I do when I'm with Chubby ... just him and me. Well, duh! we've been inseparable for seventeen years now... since birth, pretty much. On Sundays the two of us and our Moms eat both breakfast and dinner together. We had breakfast at our place this morning so dinner would be upstairs at Chubby's and Tris' place. This Sunday's dinner was roast leg of lamb with mint jelly, roasted potatoes, kernel corn and coleslaw. After eating, with no Red Sox game on TV to watch, Chubby and I played a computer game.."Gears Of War"...me against Chubby. I used Tris' lap top and Chubby used his desktop. Time flies when you're playing computer games.

Chubby always wins because he will never stop concentrating for even a second... he's awesome! I don't have the drive he has for games ..that drive of, "I MUST WIN"... mostly I just like to have fun. It was getting late... me sitting on Chubby's double bed and Chubby sitting at his desk deep into the game. He was killing me in this round too so I quietly closed the lap top and put it on the bedside table. Then, snickering, I picked up this beanbag of Kermit the Frog. Chubby use to love everything about Kermit when he was a little kid and he keeps this Kermit beanbag in his bookcase for old times sake. Anyway, I picked it up, took aim, and fired it off his nearly shaved head ....BONG!! Chubby is quick as a cat, and with a big smile on his face he dives on top of me and immediately gets me in a head lock. We roll around in the bed to try to get the upper hand, but today Chubby already has it.

There wasn't any particular reason for me bouncing that beanbag off Chubby's noggin, I sure liked that it got us wrestling though... we hardly ever wrestle any more. I struggled and thrashed around like a mad man in the beginning, but wrestling is one of the most exhausting things you can do and I quickly was breathing like crazy and my heart is pounding like a drum. Of course Chubby is putting out just as much energy as me, but he began with a headlock... so, advantage Chubby. Breaking that first headlock is never easy and the more I tried the tighter Chubby held me around my neck and then when he got the opportunity he got his legs around my waist in a scissor hold... and did he ever squeeze with those muscled short legs of his.

The thing about wrestling is that there isn't another activity on earth... including fucking, that can allow you as much intense bodily contact with another boy. I was wrestling with the one boy in this world that I most wanted to have bodily contact with too... so I had a smile on my face even with all the losing effort I was expending. Chubby couldn't see the smile though... he had me from behind. Quite soon it was obvious I was squirming in defeat ... Chubby had me under his control and therefore had won this too... but I had a plan. I wanted to struggle and squirm just enough to get the side of my face against the side of his and by the time I managed that we were both sweaty, so I could slip around just a little bit more until the corners of my lips were against the corners of his. Our sweat mixed together on our faces... it was so "hot" for me, in more ways than one.

Both of us breathing hard... temporarily resting in that face-against-face position, Chubby says, "Give up yet?"... the ends of his lips moving against mine. It made me breathless and I couldn't speak. Instead I moved my head slightly from side to side indicating "no, I wasn't giving up"... Chubby increased the pressure around my neck and around my stomach and I could feel his lips moving against mine even more as he concentrated on his efforts... just a half inch, at the corner of our lips were moving together... and just the slightest bit of his saliva was transferred from his lips to mine... little bit more sweat exchanged ...and even a little bit more spit now too, not much...but it was enough.

All the "Chubby sensations" finally overwhelmed my senses. And, with only a semi-hard penis in my drawers, my body took over my brain and simultaneously my sphincter muscle and my groin contracted tightly providing the force for that indescribably yummy feeling of cum traveling up and out my penis, starting from way down in my tight nuts, up and out comes that creamy teen cum.. a nice long spurt of cum, right into my jockey underpants ... another contraction and another fairly long spurt made that same delicious journey bringing feelings of ecstasy every millimeter along the way... then yet another... oh my GOD, it felt so fantastic! I was like..."Ahh...ahhh...ah"

It was a totally and completely new erotic experience in my life... and so unexpected. Sure, Carl fucking me has occasionally made me cum without me needing to touch myself, but this was even more outrageously awesome. Just being held by Chubby, and from feeling his spit and his sweat... it combined to make me spontaneously climax. Oh yeah, do I ever have it bad for Chubby! Thankfully, he was holding me from behind so he couldn't see my semi-boner and he couldn't see the spreading cum stain on the front of my khaki cargo shorts either. When I groaned with the pleasure of climaxing Chubby said, "Oh, am I hurting you Dylan? I'm sorry." and he loosened his grip around my neck and unhooked his legs from around my waist.

Dizzy with the after glow of that thrilling climax, I mumbled, "I got a cramp in my foot, Chubby. That's all". He let loose of me entirely now and rolled off the other side of the bed saying, "Stand on the foot with the cramp, Dylan. That'll take care of it". I rolled off my side of the bed and pulled my T shirt down to cover my lap... and that big wet cum stain. Standing in an exaggerated manner on my right foot I said, "It worked Chubby. You're my hero. Hey, how is it that you know so much about so many things?" He said, "I'm a fucking genius... ya didn't know that by now?" A little later I went downstairs to my place to get some sleep. For sure I didn't need to jerk off before bed ... just change my underpants and brush my teeth. You get a great night sleep being sexually satisfied like that... the first Chubby-induced spontaneous climax for me ever... Wow! I wonder if there will ever be another.

Monday morning it was raining hard, with thunder and lightning. Chubby called my cell phone to say his Mom was going to drive us to school. It was still raining after school so I didn't do the four mile run, got soaked walking home though. I already decided not to meet the Marine even if I had run today.... I'd made up my mind not to see him because I wasn't strong enough to handle his dominant behavior... well, I made the decision with Carl's advise. I spent most of Monday afternoon waiting for Chubby to get home from washing windows. Of course they just washed inside today.

As planned... after school on Tuesday I met Robby Dickers at my high school newspaper office. That same little office that some months earlier had been Carl's office. The one we were in when he began the process of "outing" me to myself. Robby is so shy he stood outside the office for fifteen minutes before I looked up to see him there. "Dude, why didn't you come in?" I asked and he says, "Oh, I didn't want to bother you, Dylan." Since we had arranged to meet here at this time, that made no sense, but I ignored it. Instead of commenting I pushed a chair over for him to sit on. He looked so fucking clean and brand new it was mind blowing. Those rosy blotches in his cheeks and his longish light blond hair...oh man! And then that pale pink complexion of his, with the earnest look on his cute face... those shiny bright blue eyes... oh my God, I could eat him with a spoon.

We discussed how many hours a week he was going to be able to relegate to the newspaper next year... considering all his other activities, as well as him being on the baseball team, it wasn't easy finding spare hours. I enjoyed sitting close to him and bumping into the side of him now and then... he was another boy with a nice odor about him too. Different than Chubby's, not as sexy maybe... but wicked pleasant to inhale just the same. It was a nice time for me. Finally, we came up with a schedule that he and I agreed upon... we typed it into the computer, printed it out, and we both signed it. Now it only had to be approved by the newspaper faculty advise and then Robby would be on staff.

As we were walking out of my office Robby mentioned the Red Sox and we started talking about this year's team. One thing led to another and Robby told me about his hobby of collecting autographed sports paraphernalia.... autographed balls and programs and pictures and stuff like that... by Red Sox players and some New England Patriot players too. I was all ears and wide eyed. Chubby and I love the Red Sox and Patriots.

Yesterday the heavy thunder storms had prevented me from running. Today it was dry, but very hot, and as a result of this unseasonable May heat wave Robby and I were sweating lightly walking to his house. We were walking to his house so I could see all the autographs. I figured, no problem if I miss another day of running... spending this time with Robby will go a long way towards us getting to know each other better. His house was about as far from the high school as mine was, but his was in a nicer neighborhood. All single homes sitting in the middle of an acre or two of land. They were standard eight room houses, but they looked big to me compared to our duplex.

During the walk we talked mostly baseball, but Robby also frequently mentioned his brother, Dodger. They were very close and I found out that "Dodger" is a family name that is given to the second son in all the Dickers families where there are two or more boys. They have a cousin named Dodger and an Uncle Dodger too. Robby didn't have a real great grasp of why his family does that odd name thing. Both Robby and his brother are athletic, but of the two... Dodger is the real star, particularly in swimming and diving. Both of Robby's parents worked... they owned a landscape business and Robby works for them in the summer... he rides a power lawn mower. We talked about stuff like that.

Then it was my turn and I told Robby the equivalent information about me and my family. I skipped over the fact that I'm a bastard... never knew my biological father, and that Mom never married him... or anyone else. Robby was too polite to pry into details. I told Robby about Chubby and his mom and about how the four of us sort of formed a family together. Robby said, "Gee, that's so cool, Dylan" The conversation was easy and even if it seems dorky or something, I have to say I was captivated by the sound of Robby's voice... something about his voice almost put me in a trance... the way he talks also made me want to believe every word he said. He was very likable to start with, very modest and shy, but he loosened up as we got to know each other better and that made him seem even more likable... to me anyway. Oh, and not to mention, he's yummy to look at as well. It was a nice walk...

When we got to his house Robby used a key he had on a chain around his neck to unlock the front door and then up to his room we go. I didn't notice anything particularly interesting about the place... just a suburban home. For the next half hour I was amazed by all the paraphernalia that Robby, his brother, and his father had managed to get Red Sox players and Patriot players to sign. There was a picture of Robby and his brother with Kevin Youkilis at a baseball camp and one where Dodger and Robby were on either side of Tom Brady, the Patriots quarterback. Unbelievable!. Signed individual Red Sox pictures, group pictures, signed programs and signed hats... you name it and they got it signed. Very kewl! Autographs his dad had gotten went back twenty years. I thought it was so cool to know the baseball and football players who signed these things actually held the picture or the ball or what-have-you in their hand while signing it... and now I'm holding the same thing in my hand.

When we'd scrutinized and handled everything they had two or three times, Robby went into his bathroom to pee and I gazed out his bedroom window and saw an in-ground swimming pool in their back yard. A six foot high stockade fence was in place around the entire yard, so the pool area was very private. Afternoon sun was shining off the blue water as a young boy swam fast laps effortlessly. Robby said, "That's Dodger. He's a swimming champion." I jumped at the first word from Robby because I hadn't heard him come back into the room. He was now wearing boardy swim wear and a plain white T-shirt... sandals on his feet.

"Let's go say hello to him" is what Robby said next. As he said it, he squeezed the back of my neck which gave me goose bumps on both my arms. He kept his hand on the back of my neck and sort of led me out of his room and down the stairs. Even though we hardly knew each other, Robby was so sincere about everything that it didn't seem odd he was being so familiar with the touching. Don't get me wrong, I liked him squeezing the back of my neck just fine... in retrospect it was just such an unexpected thing for a shy person to do.

Anyway, out the back door and down the steps we go... Dodger was now drying off with a big beach towel. As soon as he saw us he put a great smile on his face. Robby let go of my neck so that he and Dodger could give each other a quick hug... and then they gave each other a quick-as-a-wink kiss on the lips. Dodger is a few inches shorter than Robby so, after the fast kiss,

he went up on his toes to whisper something in Robby's ear. Robby said, "Gee, bro... I really have no idea".

Dodger was wearing Speedo swim trunks, light tan. I can't remember ever seeing anyone wearing a speedo in real life, most of the guys wear quiksilver boardies like Robby was wearing and like I have at home. That speedo didn't cover much of Dodger... which is a good thing. He has the hottest fifteen year old boy's body anyone could imagine. He's slim, like most swimmers, with long legs... long, especially considering his height. Although he looked just like Robby, Dodger had dark brown hair cut very short in a crewcut and he had brown eyes, where Robby has blond hair and blue eyes.

Other than those two things, they were like twins who happened to be two years apart in age and size.

Whenever I see Robby the thought that he looked so "new" flashes through my brain, he is so fresh and clean looking... well, Dodger looked two years newer and fresher, if you can imagine that. Un-fucking-believable is what it was. A baby faced fifteen year old with a miniature, perfectly-formed athletic body. Totally and perfectly proportioned for a boy his age, but strong looking too. Very toned and smooth. And, like his brother, no noticeable body hair... just that unblemished pinkish white skin that you could eat off of... or, just eat. It was a pleasure, and arousing, to just look at him. And again, like Robby, Dodger was beautifully cute, but still with a very sweet and unassuming personality ... no smartass teenaged, know-it-all, bullshit from Dodger.

Dodger said to me, "Hi, Dylan... I met you at the movies. Remember? It's really very nice to see you again" and then he held out his hand and we shook hands real quick. The sun was at it hottest part of the day right then... and very bright, so I had to shade my eyes with a cupped hand to look at Dodger more closely. He paid no attention to my staring... instead, he asked Robby and me, "You guys want to go in for a swim?" Robby said, "Yeah, let's have a swim Dylan". I was thinking, "Oh, I get it now. Dodger wears that speedo swim thing because he races... it's a speedo racing swim suit. Duh!".

Then, hearing the question about a swim, I forcing myself to look away from Dodger to tell Robby that a swim was a great idea, but I didn't want to go in wearing my cargo shorts and, as a joke I added... I don't want to go skinny dipping either. The brothers looked at each other and said, "Don't worry about that Dylan... we have never been allowed to skinny dip in our life". Then they chuckled and Dodger added, "Not that there's anything wrong with it." Frankly, I couldn't see either of these shy boys skinny dipping... of course, I couldn't see myself doing it either, so we were even there.

I just nodded my head and smiled. Robby said, "The swim suit is no problem though. Dodger, let Dylan wear yours and you can rustle up another one." Dodger said, "Sure, Robby" and he pulled off his little speedo racing suit and handed it to me. My mouth hanging open, I unconsciously put my hand out and took the wet, little swim suit from him. To me Robby said, "It's really early for swimming so Mom hasn't gotten our summer stuff out yet" and to Dodger he said, "I think there might be another suit in the linen closet upstairs. You know the one Dodger, that old green boardie suit from last year". I looked from one of them to the other and then down at the little speedo swim suit. First thing I noticed was a brown skid mark along the inside crack, and pee stains on the tiny inside front part. My dick twitched.

To say I was flabbergasted would be a major understatement. First off, Dodger was now standing in front of me totally naked. When he was wearing the speedo he was almost naked... now, the rest. And, "the rest" caused me to gawk at him even more... his regular sized, young teenage cock and balls were just as perfect as the rest of him. He stood there with a smug look on his adorable face, as relaxed as if he were fully dressed.

If you've ever seen a perfect generic pencil drawing of a teenagers penis, balls and bush... in a school health study-guide for example, that's what Dodger's looked like. A perfect drawing. His dick was slightly longer than Chubby's, about five inches I'd guess... regular diameter, cut but the foreskin still covered the lower third of his dick's perfectly shaped pink head. Not a hair on his nuts and his pubic hairs were sparse and the ones he had were more like head hair than pubic hair. The thought of having that penis in my mouth had me stuttering as I held the little swim suit up, "Ah ah wa why.. are you sure you want to do this? I'd be happy to wear that old green boardie one from upstairs."

Dodger said, "No, it's OK Dylan, you wear that one in your hand. I'll need to look for the other one... it could take a little while. You and Robby can have a swim in the meantime." I looked at Robby and he was nodding his head "Yes"... he said, "change right here, Dylan... the neighbors can't see our pool." The brothers both looked expectantly at me and, what the hell... I dropped my cargo shorts. Dodgers leaned over and pulled my jockey underwear down. I froze, looking down for a moment. "That looks cool". Then, looking up to see who said that... you couldn't tell because both brothers have the exact same voice. "The shaved pubes, I mean". It was Dodger. I stood there with my cock and balls swinging in the breeze, holding that tiny bathing suit, wondering ..."what the fuck?"...

Robby pulled off his T-shirt and, stepping out of his sandals, and said "Come on in Dylan" ... he took four steps toward the pool and dove in without hardly a splash. I watched with my mouth still hanging open, like I was retarded. Then looking back at Dodger who was still standing there, now with a slight grin on his friendly, cute face... he was absently pulling on his five inch pud. I stupidly watched him do that for a few seconds until Dodger said, "Here, I'll help. Ya ever wear a racing speedo before?" He took the speedo from my hand as I mumbled, "No, I never have". He said, "Oh man, they're wicked tight and this ones almost too small for me so it's going to be very interesting to see how you fit in it. But, I'll bet you'll like it".

Holding the leg opening wide with his fingers, kneeling at my feet, he encouraged me, "Step into it Dylan. It's not hard" and he chuckled at that a bit adding, "You're like in a trance or something". Wondering if that "it's not hard" comment was a double entendre, I stepped into the one leg and then the other... Dodger pulled the speedo up my legs. At my crotch he held my penis against my belly and said, "Pull up the suit the rest of the way while I hold your dick like this. It'll be more comfortable if your dick is side-ways. I quickly pulled up the suit as my cock started firming up. Dodger said, "There, that's not too bad, Huh?" and he put the fingers of one hand inside the waistband to adjust me some more, pushing my firming-up cock down a little, asking, "Feel OK, Dylan?" I said, "Uh huh".

A weird thought snuck into my head..."why don't I feel his fingernails on my cock?" Looking at his other hand I spotted the first, and probably the only imperfection on Dodger. He's a fingernail biter. Every fingernail is bitten down to the cuticle and every fingertip was red and sore looking, just the soft finger pads were touching my penis. I gently pulled his fingers out of the speedo and held his hand up to look at it. Dodger let me hold his hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "You bite your nails?" I asked, like an idiot. "How'd you guess?" he asked grinning at me. I grinned back and all of a sudden realized the ludicrous situation of him standing in front of me naked and me holding his hand. Letting go of his hand I said, "Just a wild guess. I use to do that too, ya know. Go get your swim suit and I'll tell ya how I finally stopped biting mine." Dodger asked, "biting your, what?" and he laughed again. I said, "Nails".

Dodger grinning from ear to ear, turned, and jogged up to the back door as I took in a long breath... he had the most perfect hairless ass I've ever seen on anyone. Nice half melon buttocks, sticking up a bit and firm looking. They didn't jiggle at all as he jogged up the steps. I groped myself in that tiny, tiny swim wear and turned to look at the pool. It had been less than a minute since Robby had done his perfect dive... he was swimming casually and effortlessly on his back. "Glancing over he said, "Come on in Dylan". Just to show him that I'm an excellent diver too, I did a clumsy cannonball which drenched Robby and that got him laughing. These two are the best natured boys I've ever met.

If I let myself think about Dodger holding my dick I'd get hard so I purposely kept up a conversation with Robby about the autographs, and the Red Sox, and does he ever get to Fenway park, and... like that. As I've said before, Robby is easy to converse with after you get to know him a little. After a while I swam over to the side of the pool and had my elbows up on the edge behind me, with my feet floating out in front of me, talking away when Robby goes under water and swims the length of the pool to come up between my legs.

He comes up laughing and then he had to hold onto me to keep my elbows from slipping off the edge and me then going underwater backwards. In the process there is a lot of crotch rubbing which is all I needed to get me springing the rest of the boner that started with Dodger playing with my dick helping me into the speedo. For a moment I wondered if Robby grabbed my crotch on purpose.. and then discounted that possibility when he sincerely apologized for getting rough. His light blond hair looked darker, soaking wet and plastered against his head like it was... it made him look even more identical to Dodger who had the crewcut brown hair. I wanted to put my arm around Robby's neck and hug him and give him a kiss, just like I fantasized doing that other time... but I didn't. Then a slight ripple in the water... it was Dodger diving in the pool.

He reminded me of seals I'd seen at the aquarium. They didn't seem to be doing much body movement yet they streaked in the water at high speed... that was Dodger. With seemingly no effort he skimmed across the top of the water or streaked like a seal underneath it. I thought, "that's impossible! Unbelievable!". I don't know why that surprised me though, everything about Robby and Dodger is pretty much unbelievable. It was sure fun to look at them though. Always a grin or a friendly smile on their beautiful faces.

After a few minutes of showing off his water skills, Dodger swam over to me with a big grin on his face and deliberately goosed me with both hands while asking, "How's the swim suit feel?" Well, at that moment it felt like I was going to cum in it, but I didn't say that. I said, "It's wicked small and tight... it's giving me a stiffy." Dodger said, "Oh, is that what that is? I thought you had a banana in there" and he swam underwater back and forth the length of the pool... I was gasping for breath just watching him and wondering, "doesn't he need to breath?"

Later on, sitting in deck chairs around the pool, I told Dodger how I stopped biting my nails. The nail biting started when I was eleven and it lasted through age thirteen. I'd bite my nails just as drastically as Dodger bit his. Finally that habit was driving me nuts so I put this bitter substance Mom got me on my fingernails every single day and asked Chubby to yell at me when he saw me biting in spite of the bitter. It took three or four miserable months to break the habit with Chubby and me coming close to a few fights, but once broken... I then got in the habit of not biting my nails and that has stuck till the present. Dodger and Robby stared at me and absorbed every word I said, nodding their heads to encourage me on.

When I'd finished Robby said, "That's a good way to break the habit and I'll help you Dodger whenever you want to quit." Dodger said, "Thanks Dylan and thanks for offering the help Robby". I said, "So, ya going to try to quit?" Dodger, matter-of-factly said, "No, I don't want to". Robby said, "He enjoys biting his nails, Dylan". I laughed so hard I almost fell out of the chair. If they were putting on a comedy act they were doing a good job of it... maybe their act is just to fuck with my head, I didn't know and I didn't care... I thought they were great. Robby and Dodger looked at each other and then they both looked at me, with a half smile on his face Robby asked, "What's so funny?" I shook my head and said, "You guys are great". They looked puzzled and just then the back door opened and their mother and father came down the steps.

The parents were young and very good looking. The mom had brown hair and the dad had light blond hair cut real close like Dodgers. Robby, Dodger, and the parents gave each other quick hugs and little quick kisses on the cheek. I was introduced by Robby and when he explained I was the one who got him on the school newspaper... Oh my goodness, you'd think I'd given Robby a scholarship to college. They made the biggest deal out of it. After a bit of small talk they invited me to stay for dinner which I declined explaining that Chubby and me always ate dinner together... and then I had to quickly explain our relationship and being home alone and all. That led to Mr Dickers telling Robby to give me a ride home in the pick-up. After I'd changed back into my cargo shorts and T-shirt and we were just about to leave, Mrs Dickers had an idea.

"Robby will be working for the business this summer, but we need another lawn boy... maybe you'd like to work with us too, Dylan. It's basically cutting grass and yard work, but it pays seven dollars an hour and you'll be out in the fresh air all day. You know, working together, you boys might enjoy yourselves while you earn some decent money." I was thrilled to have the offer of a steady job this summer, and to be working with Robby? Are you kidding, count me in... although I didn't put it quite like that, I accepted with thanks. Well, I needed working papers and I'd have to fill out a work application and give them health insurance information etc, but it was all formalities. I had the job.

Robby dropped me off at my house before six o'clock... Chubby wasn't home yet so I sat on the outside steps and smoked a cigarette trying to figure everything out. First, it was too bad that Dodger wouldn't be working with us, he couldn't because he wasn't sixteen yet. Next, how much is seven dollars an hour per week. When I figured that out, it was "WOW".. two hundred and eighty dollars a week. With Chubby's money and my money we'd have our driver's licenses before July. Maybe we can chip in for a used car too.

This is great! Then, finishing the cigarette, I tried to figure out why it is that Robby seems so excited that he and I are becoming friends. Doesn't he have tons of friends already? He's a popular kid in high school, on the baseball team and all... or is he?

Also, what's with all the balls grabbing and naked stuff and grabbing my penis and all of the double entendre and changing in the back yard... what's with all that? If those two are gay it's going to be like I died and went to heaven... the thought of doing sexy stuff with either of them, or god forbid, both of them had me groping myself right there on the steps. "What, ya got jock itch, Dylan, or you just playing with yourself again?" It was Chubby sneaking up on me from my blind side. Exaggeratedly groping my balls I said, "Hey, dude... just thinking about you, that's all". Chubby looks around and in a stage whisper voice says, "God damnit Dylan. I told you about saying stuff like that. If people hear that they might think we're queer, for fuck sake... us hooking up together all the time and all, they might get the wrong fucking idea. Ya know what I mean?"

We'd had this discussion a number of times and usually I kid him even more by saying something like... kiss me, Chubby. He gets madder and madder and we end up wrestling, which lately I'd especially love to do with him.. but today I just say, "I know Chubby. Sorry. Come on inside, I got good news to tell you about. I'll tell ya while we're getting dinner ready". Chubby went right back to the gay lecture saying, "Jesus, Dylan, how many times do I have to keep reminding you about this kind of thing. Once you get a reputation it's hard to change it. You don't know shit about gossip, do ya?"

Oh man, I tried to keep the smile off my face, but I could just feel a full fledged "Chubby-lecture" coming my way. He looked so hot with his baseball cap on backwards and his sunburned nose and that freaking cute chin... I love that kid. I tried to head off the lecture by agreeing with him completely, "I know, you're right Chubby. Yeah, I'll watch that." and then I told him about my job. Chubby was immediately into his mathematics mode and calculated in his head how much money we'd have combined by the end of July. "More than we need for the insurance, Dylan! Oh fuck, we're going to have our own car for our senior year. That fucking Robby Dickers is coming through for us. Cutting grass, fuck! I'd rather do that then washing windows."

He was anxious for me to ask Mr and Mrs Dickers if they could use another boy this summer. I can't tell you how excited I was at that prospect! A chance to get Chubby away from that pea-brained Ricky.. oh man!.

After eating, we had the Red Sox on TV in the background as Chubby and I worked together to put this detailed poster together that Chubby needed for Science class tomorrow. It took us until bed time and we were both kind of cranky by the time it was finished... what a pain in the ass that was.

Next day was Wednesday and in school Robby and me ate lunch together and it was like we were best friends. Spending that afternoon at Robby's house turned out better than I could have hoped for except now I learn that, unfortunately, I was the last boy the Dickers needed for lawn work this summer. My dream of Chubby and me working together... and even more importantly, my dream of separating Ricky and Chubby, wasn't going to work out. I sort of moped through the rest of the day about that.

After school I was determined to do my four mile run. It's a good thing Chubby and I ran on Sunday or it would have been four days in between my running and you can lose your wind, like Chubby was experiencing, if you don't run regularly. My running was going nicely for the first two miles and as I came up to the rest area cut-off I gave a thought to taking that cut-off trail, but in the end I ran on by. Then a few hundred yards past the cut-off I stopped and turned around. Thinking, "Fuck it! If the Marine is there I have some things to get off my chest." Carl has filled me completely in on the "dominant" thingie that the Marine was into so I know where he's coming from now and I know what to expect and how I should react. Now, all I need are the guts to test out my new Carl-induced attitude.

My heart did start pumping hard as I slowed to a walk near the rest area. I took a big breath and walked around the last group of trees and he was there at our pee tree taking a big piss. He heard me rustle around past the trees, but he wouldn't look up. I waited a few seconds more and then said, "What's your name?" I was taking charge today, God damnit! Still without looking up he said, "Tom Delcarman, what's your's?" I mumbled, " Dylan Newman"... and then I said, "I know where you work so no use lying about your name because I can check up on it any time I want to." He shook his long cock of the last pee drops and put everything away. Then in an unconcerned, bored voice he said, "Come over here and look at my dog-tags if you don't believe me."

OK! I was feeling braver by the second. Walking right up to him and then waiting, tapping my toe, a tiny bit nervously. He pulled out two metal dog tags that were on a chain around his neck and I held them in front of my eyes to read. My head was very close to Tom's chest and his scent was one hundred percent sexy. Each dog tag had his last name, his first name, his social security number, his blood type and his religion. Delcarman, Thomas, 196 54 0605, TYPE A, Catholic... was stamped on both tags.

Nodding my head slightly I mumbled, "Jeez, these are the first dog tags I've ever seen". He ignored my stupid comment and asked, "What else would you like to know?" "How old are you?" He said, "I was twenty-one last month." I couldn't think of anything else to ask him... mostly because he was looking me so steadily in the eyes I couldn't think clearly... all I could think of was how handsome he is... and how still he was. Totally relaxed and oozing confidence. I released his dog tags and stepped back looking at his face. He has those cloudy blue eyes and that wicked short hair that was soft on top and he had his five o'clock shadow again this afternoon.

After fifteen seconds... "Do you want to mess around this afternoon?" He asked me that in a regular voice, just like you'd ask if someone would like a cigarette or something. I didn't reply to that, but said instead, "I know all about that dominant act you're using with me and it's not right because it doesn't give me any say in our "messing around", as you call it." Tom said, "If I'm doing anything you don't like just say the word "No" and I'll stop... and we won't do anything together ever again." He waited and again I couldn't get past his staring eyes, so he added... " I'd never hurt you in any case. Certain things might be unpleasant at first, but once you get use to them they'll give you sexual pleasure." He was being so nice, talking in such a regular manner... not particularly dominant, not at all as a matter of fact.

After waiting for me to say something for another ten seconds he came out with, "If we do mess around, Dylan... I'm going to be in charge of it. You might as well get use to that idea." I still couldn't make up my mind what to do. He asked again, "Well, do ya want to mess around or not?" This time he sounded a little more impatient... a little more like his old self. I wanted to say, "No, not today, Tom. Meet me here Friday and we'll see how I feel about it at that time." but what I meekly said instead was, "Yes". He said, "Well, pull your pants down, turn around, and pee then".

The last few times running I'd done so without a jockstrap, like Tom did that time. It was more pleasant running without one. So it was just my running shorts I caught under my balls and then I turned to face away from him, already feeling like a little kid again. He put his arm under my chin and tightened it on my neck, real hard at first... like he was pissed at me, and I immediately was up tight against him... my back molded into his chest... I was standing very straight and stiff the way he liked. Maybe I was trying to get him to say "good" to me like he'd done in the past a couple of times. I was also thinking, "Tom, hmmm. Nice, plain name for a Marine".

Then I thought, "Shit, I should have asked him about his wife."

He had my chin up high... causing me to go up on my toes again as he rubbed under my T-shirt with the palm of his hand... he rubbed lightly all over my chest and down my belly to the top of my penis. His arm hair was tickling my jaw and I tried to move my head a little to itch there on his arm... his muscles bulged as he stopped feeling my body then and moved his arm to the side of my neck quickly. My shoulder was all of a sudden against his armpit...it made my backside stick out sideways, away from his crotch. I was pretty sure I knew why he had me positioned like this.

I became even more sure of it when he pulled down my shorts in the back. I started to get a slight stiffy thinking he was going to do that finger fucking up my hole again. That is so hot rubbing my prostate button. Carl explained to me about, and how it was connected to cuming, adding some extra juicy matter and all. So, that's cool......

Then the world exploded on me.... my head was a red flash of pain and I was dancing from toe to toe squealing as a I heard a loud slap like a delayed reaction ... like breaking the sound barrier and you hear the explosion a few seconds later. The explosion was a burning pain on my ass and on the top of my right leg... then another explosion and I blubbered "Ouch, ouch, oh! oh!" and then another. The right side of my ass was a waste land of burning pain... tears were rolling down my face and mucus oozing from my nose. After four explosions the Marine wrapped me up roughly in his arms then said, "Ok, that's over with now. You're alright, but stop that blubbering or I'll spank you some more. Stop it right now!". Incredibly I began to feel like he was looking out for me now, that he didn't want to have to spank me anymore... that he was actually the one protecting me... instead of being the one who had spanked me in the first place.

That was the first time in my life anyone smacked my bare ass. Mom never gave me corporal punishment. When she wanted to punish me for bad behavior she'd take away privileges... like no more watching TV or I wasn't allowed to play with Chubby or no going on my computer ... and the lectures, oh my God... a spanking might have been easier to take then Mom's droning lectures. Here, in the instance of my very first spanking, I began acting like I had that Stockholm syndrom deal. You know, where I start relating to my capturer, my torturer. I snuggled against him for comfort as the pain subsided to a dull burn. He said in that hypnotic voice of his, "Do you know why I had to punish you?" I said in a questioning manner, "Because I disrespected you?" He said, "Yes, that's it... but do you know how you disrespected me".

At first I guessed it was me asking his name and then not believing him until he showed me his dog tags, then I guessed it was me asking his age or not standing up straight or talking to him like a smart ass. None of those things was correct and, in fact, he said he was proud of me for insisting on knowing those few things about him and he was happy with my posture too... he respected those things, that's not why he spanked me. I couldn't snuggle into his hairy arms close enough to suit me... it was so comforting not being spanked and I was so grateful the spanking was over I hugged him around his waist, the top of my head next to his cheek... it was so cosy in his arms.

I was still mystified about the reason for the spanking though... and then, just like that, it was crystal clear to me. I said, "Oh yeah, I know... it's because I didn't take care of my bush". He told me, "Bingo! That's it!". He explained that he'd only given me one instruction, just one... and I couldn't even be bothered to take care of that one thing. To myself I thought, "Oh shit! Chubby and I would have done our legs and pubes last night except for his special school project that we had worked on all evening". It wouldn't do any good to give an excuse to the Marine though, so I just said, "I'm sorry".

He quietly explained that if I thought it was OK to ignore the only thing he'd asked of me... well, what did that say about how much respect I had for him? Lack of respect must be punished or how could we do anything together. My thought was... Tom must be some kind of psychology expert or something because he seems to knows how to manipulate my thinking. He actually had me feeling guilty about it. I knew that there was something very wrong an illogical about what he'd just said... something didn't add up, but in my present state of mind what that "something" was alluded me completely.

Tom asked, "Shall we start over?" I meekly said, "OK" and he moved me back to my normal position... my back against his chest. He took hold of my limp dick with his thumb and index finger and told me to pee. A weak spurt at first, then a regular stream of pee... I didn't have to go real bad because I hadn't been drinking water along the trail today. When I was done he left my dick hanging out as usual, but told me he wouldn't be sucking me off because of my scratchy pubic stubble. He was still going to allow me to suck his cock though... and he'd help me get myself off. I mumbled, "Thank you, Tom" and then I was mad at myself... what am I thanking him for?

Tom was right back to his all-business-tough-Marine persona saying, "Here, suck on my finger... I'm going to finger your hole while you jerk yourself off." Like before, he was back to "telling", not "asking". What the hell... I sucked on his middle finger and while I was doing that he got me started by stroking my cock. He used the same two fingers he'd used to hold my dick when I peed... now he used them to drag and push my foreskin over the head of my cock until I was sporting a semi-boner. As soon as I was a little hard he took his finger from my mouth and pushed it way up my ass.. all the way up until his knuckles were pressed against my buttocks... my right buttock still stung from my spanking. I groaned because at first that hurt, but it didn't hurt for long. It quickly began to feel good... Tom knew what he was doing and soon I had my six inch metal pipe sticking straight out from my five o'clock shadow pubic patch. Tom said, "Go ahead... jerk yourself off like I told ya to".

The feeling in my hole was so excellent it quickly got me squirming and moaning... the spanking all but forgotten. I stroked the foreskin up and over the swollen head of my cock, and then down, and then, back over... ohhhh, it felt soooo good. Tom relentlessly fingering on my prostate and I was arching my back going " Ahhh " "Ohh" Stroking my boner faster... and up on my toes again with my back arched as much as I could arch it... my crotched pushed out as far as I could push it, and "Ohhh..I'm cuming!" and a long string of cum burned out the pee slit of my cock... and another smaller one... and "Ahhh" another, and then, continuing to milk cum up from my two nuts to drool over my fist I began trying to breath more regularly. Me with a hot red face and shorts fast breaths bursting out between my lips, a pounding in my head and a pounding heart in my chest...oh my God, that was so good. With Tom involved, it had all felt so much better than me jerking myself off alone.

Still lazily pulling on my semi-limp dick I leaned back against the Marine... my head back on his shoulder. Tom's finger up my hole felt different now as he began pulling up on my anus, "Ok, Dylan... over here now". Snapping out of my revelry I walked in the direction he guided me... over to the bench as it turned out... it was necessary I do it on my tip toes.

Tom, using that finger up my ass to guide me, pushing and pulling my hole this way and that. "Come on, let's move it" .. I held on to the arm he had around my belly... if I didn't I'd probably fall over on my face.

At the bench he pulled his finger out and I got on my knees in my regular position with my back pressed up against the edge of the bench seat. "You'll need to clean this first" and he pushed the finger he'd had up my ass against my lips. What could I do?... I opened and sucked on that disgusting finger. The acrid, horrid taste amazingly went away within ten seconds. I sucked on the finger for another minute after the taste disappeared before Tom pulled it out... it was now clean and pink. His hand looked like a young kid's hand... well, after all, he had just turned twenty-one. "No deep throating today. I want you to suck me off the way you normally suck your buddies off."

Tom, the Marine, of course stood-up straight... it was natural for him. Taking his limp dick in my fist I stroked it and then began licking the head as if it were an ice cream cone. That's one of the things Carl insisted I do when sucking cock. I'd begin my lick about three inches below the head... then up to and over the head, making sure to try and get the tip of my tongue in the pee slit as my tongue past by it. After a few of those laps, Tom brought his hands around from behind his back and held onto my head loosely... then played with my short hair with his fingers muttering, "Feels OK so far". With that strong endorsement I increased my licking, now starting close to the bottom of his cock and all the way up to the pee slit... quickly, over and over. He grunted once and went... "Woooo" real softly.

When his cock was as hard as a steel pole I began licking from under his balls... this was what Carl always liked the best. Under and over the nut sac quickly a number of times... and then I'd suck in one nut at a time and tongue it for all I was worth. After a couple of minutes I heard Tom say, "Jesus!" and he started squirming. Carl would be proud of me because now I had Tom hot.. the head of his cock had a big drip of precum right at the slit. Pushing out his ball with my tongue and sucking the head of his boner into my mouth and lapping at that swollen red head like a cat licking up a bowl of milk. Tom was making humming sounds, holding onto my shoulders now. I like sucking young guys cocks and Tom had a choice one so I found myself with a hard cock too.

I'd started jerking myself off about the time I was sucking on his nuts, but I wasn't really conscious of it until a bit later. Tom was putting out quite a bit of precum and I continued sucking it down my throat when... all of a sudden he goes, "grrrrrrrr ahhhhh" and shoots a long creamy load of cum in my mouth. I was swallowing it really well until the second mouthful... I started to cough and then sucked cum up my sinuses again and it sprayed out both nostrils. Like the last time, I desperately tried to get air in through my nose, but it was clogged with creamy Marine cum so it was quite uncomfortable for me the next minute or two. I'd been just on the verge of cuming myself when the cum went up my nose... by the time I could swallow normally and breath again the hope for a second climax had passed me by. Still it was a hot time. Tom was grumbling, "Ok that wasn't bad."

He helped me up and let me use his little towel to blow my nose in and then he tossed this towel into the same wire basket he'd tossed the last one in. He said, "I can't promise to be here every other day anymore. My assignment hours are changing... so, about this time of the afternoon wait for me here each day you run. If I don't show by three fifteen I'm probably not going to make it. I'll try to be here Friday and if I am I'll show you how good it feels to be rimmed. Also, think about me fucking you, which is going to happen soon. Are you on board with all this?" I nodded my head up and down slightly, trying to follow what he was saying.

Seeing my head nod, he said, "Good! I can see you're a boy who needs hot sex... some like it, you "need" it." I was standing close in front of him and he sort of stopped what he was saying and pulled my head over to his face, "Jesus, you smell better than my wife" and he did what I think was a quick kiss on the side of my head. " I gotta get out of here now. See ya Friday, maybe. Oh yeah, wash yourself down there real good, I don't want to taste shit in that crack of your's" and with that delightful thought he took off at a slow jog.

I pulled up my pants watching him disappear around a clump of trees. Then, without thinking, I sat down on the bench and immediately hopped right up again... the right cheek of my ass was still very tender from the spanking. I sat on my left side mostly and thought about what had happened this afternoon with my Marine, Tom Delcarman. First thing I wondered about ... does he ever smile, or laugh? He must, right? Maybe I'll see him do it sometime. Next thing I considered was how quickly he had gotten totally back in control... starting with the spanking. But then I thought... no, wait a second... he had compromised with me in the way I sucked him off... he was aware I didn't like the deep throat action and allowed me to do it my way. Then I wondered if that were true, or if he's using his psychological skills to make me think he's giving in to my wishes. Oh man....

Getting a headache, I got up and started walking back toward the main trail. Who am I kidding, I can't figure him out. I made him give me his name though. So that's something. Did I enjoy myself today? Well, get serious, the spanking was a killer, but I know how to avoid another one of those... take care of my bush. And, oh yeah, keep clean "down there". That's a new assignment for me. Jogging slowly in deference to my stinging right buttock, I decided, overall, I actually had enjoyed myself. But why? Do I need to talk with Carl more? It's like... I don't know if I can even admit to liking the Marine. I'm intrigued by him and I'm probably going to see him again, but I'm going to see him on a day by day basis from now on... another bizarre incident, though... like that spanking, and that very well might be enough for me to say... bye bye to this adventure.

Going slowly at first and then loosing up enough to run regularly I got back home in pretty good time. Both Moms were up at Tris' place so I went up to say "hi". We talked a bit and then I dropped the latest news on them... about my summer job. They were proud of me now. Both Chubby and me had gotten summer jobs for ourselves. Mine didn't start till school was out, but that wasn't too far in the future and they thought it was fabulous us boys will be paying for our own auto insurance. They were getting ready for work so I went down and did that bath routine again. It was quite a luxury to lay in a bath and doze off a little.

Nice.

Getting dressed around five o'clock I heard the outdoor close and discovered it was Chubby dragging himself upstairs. He stopped on the steps to tell me that he was sick. I went up to help him because he appeared to be weak as a kitten. First thing was to help him get his shorts off so he could get on the toilet. Whoa! Terrible diarrhea. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he strained to get it all out. I felt his forehead and he was feverish. After I helped him wipe himself and then helped him get fully undressed and into his bed naked, I gave him two Tylenol. "Stay with me, Dylan... would ya? I don't feel good". Of course I stayed. I sat on his desk chair and stared at him as he lay in bed with his eyes closed, breathing silently.

Just when I thought he was asleep his eyes flashed open and he said, "I'm going to throw-up" ... which he did, but I'd managed to swing his waste basket over to him and he threw-up in that while hanging his head over the side of the bed. Well, most of it went in the waste basket. What a disgusting job cleaning that mess up... Jesus! But, I got it cleaned up just in time to help him back on the toilet. He must have some kind of flu bug... I had something like this last year and it was a twenty-four hour thing... I hope Chubby's is only twenty-four hours too because this nursing stuff sucks!!

Chubby didn't have much left in him by now, but he was wicked thirsty so I made up a container of Kiwi-Watermelon Koolaid and he drank most of the quart during the next half hour and then he did fall into a deep sleep. I got my stuff for bed, left a note downstairs for my Mom and one upstairs for Chubby's Mom explaining what's up, and then had soup for my dinner. Chubby was still sleeping so I did my homework and as much of his as I could and then crawled in bed with him, right up against his back... he didn't feel feverish anymore, so that's good. Next thing I knew Chubby was coming out of the bathroom. It was pitch black outside. "I just peed, Dylan, that's all. I think I'm gonna be OK now." He got back in bed and snuggled up to me and said, "Hug me like we use to do, OK? It makes me feel better" He didn't have to ask me twice.

Next morning Chubby's Mom made him stay home from school so I had to walk alone. I thought about me hugging Chubby in bed last night... I'd almost cried, well... I did have tears in my eyes last night because it felt so good to hug him so openly. Like I've said... I got it bad for Chubby now. When I knew he was deep asleep last night, I put my nose against the back of his neck and inhaled a long, long breath of Chubby's own personal odor. It gave me a boner just smelling him like that. I had his limp body held in my arms so snugly... God, I love that boy. Then while thinking these thought, all of a sudden I started thinking, "What the fucks up with all this wimpy stuff I was doing... my teenage-girl with a crush act ... it all started pissing me off!" I actually got mad at myself for being so melodramatic... screaming in my head, "This lovey-dovey stuff you're thinking is much too girly-boy for you Dylan! Don't be so pathetic! " I can get pretty hard on myself when I need to...

"Whoa, I'm getting so emotional with my feelings for Chubby! Get real!" That's what I told myself walking to school, smoking a cigarette... "get tougher, you pussy!" I told myself that too. In school I stopped in the boys lavatory to check myself out. Fussed with my hair a little... last Saturday Carl had cut it shorter than Chubby usually cuts it, but it looked good anyway... light blond, short, spiked hair... that's how I had it this morning. I was satisfied I looked OK and went searching for Robby, but ran into his brother, Dodger, instead. Dodger's a Freshman. When he saw me, he goes... "Dylan, good morning! You're looking so cool, dude. How ya doing?" Dodger is so upbeat and smiley and fresh and new and wicked cute... oh man, he's something. We did the one arm hug with a few pats on each other's back and I said, "Dude!"

We walked toward my homeroom as Dodger happily told me that his Dad had gotten Red Sox tickets from someone he works for... they're for Friday night... four tickets. I didn't want to let myself get too excited, but it sounded like I might be invited. Wrong! As I find out, they're going as a family. Jeez, just my luck... a close knit family. Ya gotta ask yourself..."Who's Mom goes to a Red Sox game?" In reality it should be Mr Dickers, his two sons, and if there's an extra ticket... invite one of his son's friends? Geez, like Chubby says... it ain't fucking rocket science, ya know.

When I met up with Robby later, in homeroom, he told me about the Red Sox tickets too. I pretended I was excited for him, but truth is, I was jealous. Chubby and me have been to Fenway Park exactly twice in our entire lives. It's just too expensive to go to a Red Sox game. At lunch I dropped hints to Robby trying to get myself invited over for another swim this Saturday. I was saying how awesome their pool is, and how impressed I was at the way Dodger and Robby got along, and this and that, and how much fun I had over there, and... and, no invite. It surprised me because I'd thought we hit it off real well. But I thought about it in English class and concluded that maybe they're having company over on Saturday, or something... it doesn't have to be that they don't like me. Now-a-days on Saturdays, Chubby works so that makes it kind of a long lonely day for me. We use to love Saturdays... Chubby and me.

So, a long lonely walk home thinking about being gay and wandering if it's better to be in "ignorant bliss" by not knowing how good gay sex felt... or... was it better to, once in a while, enjoy some gay sex knowing that most of the time you can't have it... and therefore you'll be missing it like mad... missing it because you've experienced how "hot" it is when you can have it... hmmmm? Then I wondered why Carl hasn't called me. He said he really wanted to hook-up and "get together" with me before he went to Maine. He'd be going there right after graduation which must be happening pretty soon now.

Then I was thinking about how good Carl had fucked me last Saturday. I said to myself... "the hell with it! I'm calling him when I get home". Yeah, and right after that phone call, for a change, I'll get to hang out with Chubby all afternoon. He didn't go to school, so he sure ain't going to work. Wrong again! As soon as I walked in the door I bumped into Tris who told me Chubby got cabin fever being inside all day and begged her to let him go to work. "He said to tell you he'll see you for dinner, Dylan".

Moping around downstairs, trying to decide if I was going to run my four miles today... then I remembered about calling Carl. In my room, on my cell phone, I gave him a ring... before dialing I practiced an off-the-cuff casual bit of conversation leading into something like... "Oh, by the way Carl, there's a chance I'm free on Saturday... perhaps we can hook-up." At that point I expect Carl will start almost begging me to see him on Saturday. But, no... wrong again! No one answered so I left a message saying "Yo, Carl, sup? Give me a call back if you got a second." Nothing's working out for me so I might as well go running.

The run went well.. mostly because I took my ipod and listened to tunes the entire time. You know, as opposed to thinking about all that convoluted stuff I'm always thinking about... it's all been driving me nuts lately. Being a gay seventeen year old, mostly in the closet by the way, ain't all it's cracked up to be... or more accurately, it is all it's cracked up to be, which is to say... it sucks! Home again after my run, I talked with Mom and Tris for awhile and then took a shower. Heard the outside front door close while I was drying and that had me concerned. Who could that be?

Pulling on a pair of running shorts and stepping into some sandals I went out our front door to investigate.

Nothing there so I went up to Chubby's place. The Moms had gone to work, but Chubby's front door was ajar. Of course I went inside... hearing a sound from Chubby's bedroom I went in there. As it turns out the sound had come from his bathroom... Chubby was sitting on the toilet again. He looked up as I pushed the door open and said, "Jeez, Dylan... I'm taking a crap.

How bout some fucking privacy!" I liked the sound of that because it sounded suspiciously like the old Chubby... he must be feeling better. I sat on the side of the tub watching him trying to shit... all the while maintaining a smartass grin on my face.

Chubby started laughing, "You are such a dick, Dylan".

I told him he wasn't calling me names yesterday when I was "nursing" him back to health... he sure hadn't minded me being his nurse yesterday. He said, "Oh yeah, that's right.... you're a pretty good nurse alright, so get to work and wipe my ass, I'm done with my doody now, nursey." And, I did wipe his ass for him... with Chubby laughing out loud. I said, "OK dude, where's your diaper?" Later he told me he'd made it through half his shift at work OK, but the boss said he was looking pale and to take off the rest of the day. "So here I am. Want to hangout with me, Dylan." I said, "Dude, does a bear shit in the woods". We did our homework... just to get it out of the way and then we had an early dinner. "Let's do our legs and all that stuff, Dylan... alright?" I said, "Dude" and Chubby said, "If you say Dude one more fucking time I'm going to start giving you my factoids one after another until you drop". I said, "Oh, no! I love ya, bro".

We went down to my basement and got out the shaving stuff. Chubby wanted to go first, but only after he's had a chance to take care of my feet. My new plan was to cooperate with Chubby every way I could and get him to think "Dylan" before he thought "Ricky" whenever he might get a gay thought in that cute head of his. So, I said, "Chub, let me massage your feet first". His eyes got a litle big and he asked, "Really?" I pulled off his sneaker and said, "Really". Well, the massaging part went OK although Chubby's feet were damp and had the routine foot odor from being in sweat socks and sneakers all day... I made my mind blank about that though and massaged away trying to imitate the way he did it to me.

When, after a while, I lifted his foot to lick the sole, Chubby went "Ahhh" and groped himself opening. His eyes were real shiny and his normally olive complexion was almost as pale as mine. He was biting his lower lip lightly, staring at me as I played with his foot. I licked it, gaged, and licked it again. When I tried to suck on his toe, I thought.. "I'm going to hurl and blow my dinner all over the room"... so I stopped and looking up sheepish at Chubby saying, "I'm sorry Chubby, I guess I'm not very good at this."

The color had returned to Chubby's face... he smiled sweetly and said, "well, your foot massaging was excellent, Dylan. It felt wicked good. Thanks, man".

He's so nice... he added, "Here, my turn" and he started in on my feet and was still licking and sucking them twenty minutes later. I knew he'd cum in his pants because he didn't even try to hide the cum stain, but I'm not sure at what point he'd actually done it.

Later we shaved legs and crotches, but didn't do a joint jerk-off like last time... Chubby had already gotten himself "off" with his foot fetish. I guess you could say my plan backfired on me... without me trying to do the foot fetish stuff we probably would have wanked together this time too. OK, live and learn. Maybe Chubby wasn't feeling as "well" as he thought because he fell asleep next to me in the recliner... it was during the third inning of the Red Sox, Twins game on TV. I watched the entire game enjoying the feel of his hot little body next to mine.

I also was sporting a semi-boner the whole game. Two nights in a row I got to be next to a sleeping Chubby... nice!

Waking Chubby after the game I asked if he needed me to sleep with him again tonight. He said he didn't want to take advantage of me... that he knows I prefer sleeping alone. I wanted to shout... "I USED to prefer sleeping alone... now I don't!" But instead I said I was here if he needed me and he staggered up to bed. I went to sleep too, but before dozing off I allowed myself to get pissed-off at Carl for not even returning my call. And he's suppose to be "in love with me"... what a crock that is.

Friday went by quickly... I was looking forward to running... and looking forward to seeing Tom the Marine again too. In preparation for that, as soon as I got home from school, I scrubbed my ass crack with a wet washcloth and even forced the tip up my hole a little. Then I washed my nuts too. I'd only recently heard about rimming... from Carl, as a matter of fact... I learned most everything I know about gay related things from Carl. It's hard to imagine that rimming is sexy, licking someone's asshole... I mean, come on! But, if Tom wants to lick mine, I'm all for trying new experiences. After all, that's what I'm all about lately... finding out about gay sex and how I fit into the picture. Thinking about rimming... I thought I "might" lick Chubby's ass, but I can't imagine licking anyone elses'.

I was nice and clean and running easily... ran a real good time for the first two miles. At the rest area cut-off I slowed to a jog and then... God damn, I started feeling nervous again. I thought I was over that nervous anticipation thing with the Marine. My heart starting to beat too hard and I began biting my lower lip as I walked around the last tree group and... and nothing, the place was empty. Maybe he's late. His little towel was still in the wire waste basket and that made me think about Wednesday with Tom... that was a strange afternoon. After waiting for twenty minutes I jogged back to the trail and finished my run. Can you believe it... I was disappointed he wasn't there.

Yeah, I was...even after he spanked me that last time, I'm still disappointed he didn't show up today. Not that I wanted anything to do with another spanking... God forbid! I was disappointed we didn't get to do our oral sex and the new thing... the rimming. And I liked it when he had his arm under my chin holding me in place against his body... he has a very well built body. And, ya know... I missed the whole deal about not being sure what might happen next. You never know with Tom. Well, he did explain about his new schedule. But, damn! I've been experiencing a hell of a lot of disappointments recently.

Later that afternoon, after my Mom went to work, I lay on my bed and slowly jerked off. I was horny. All that laying next to Chubby's hot little body the last two days without any way to get myself off for fear of waking him. Plus, I had no mutual jerk-off with Chubby after the leg and pubes shaving, and no Marine today, and no call from Carl. Damn! OK, enough about what I haven't had lately... I'll concentrate on this jerk-off, right here, right now. What hot thing can I think about to help get me off? I thought about Carl fucking me last Saturday... and after a bit I got a real hard cock thinking about that really hot first fuck he'd given me... oh man!

With that picture in my head I was fisting my hard boner, pulling the sheaf of foreskin on and off my swollen, sensitive cock head till I got that familiar feeling in my nuts... then that frantic last few seconds, with my back arched off the bed and my fist flying up and down my boner, vividly remembering how Carl's hard cock felt up inside me and BAM!! ... lights went off in my head and a real hard blast of teen cum shot straight up in the air and then in an arc it came down to land on my bare leg... more drooling of cum from my cock followed and I was left gasping for air. God damn, I love to cum!

Still stroking myself a few minutes later, I thought... that was good, but nothing I do by myself is as hot as when either Carl or Tom participates ... you need that sexual partner in order to reach new heights of delight, it seems so to me anyway. I've got a lot to learn, but it sure seems like new experiences are the key. Lets see, today is Friday... Carl and I fucked last Saturday and the Marine helped me get myself off this past Wednesday, and what else... that's it? No wonder I'm horny. Oh yeah, that's right, I did cum in my pants wrestling with Chubby Sunday night and that felt good, but jeez... that ain't much for a sexy seventeen year old gay kid... not for an entire week it's not. And, I'm still really wicked horny right now... even after I just jerked-off! What's up with that?

I cleaned up the cum and, swallowing my pride, I called Carl again. His Father answered and said Carl was out with a friend and he'd tell him I called. Hmmm? I didn't know Carl had any friends. Laying around on the sofa, bored, when... more bad news. Chubby came home from work and seemed depressed and didn't feel like going out... What the hell? We always go out Friday night. Oh well, just one more disappointment. We stayed in like it was a school night and watched the Red Sox on TV again.

Just for fun, I tried to spot Dodger and Robby at the game... amazingly I wasn't able to do that. Hmmm? Funny I couldn't see them in the crowd, only 37,876 people packed tight in that tiny ballpark. I was trying to amuse myself because Chubby was being quietly grumpy, not himself... it was weird. I wonder if it has something to do with him still being a little sick or maybe.. just maybe, it was something to do with him and that shitbird, Ricky. That thought sucked! Chubby didn't even hump my leg tonight. He went to bed right after the game.

Saturday morning, with only myself for company the time dragged something terrible. Both Moms were at the spa like they are every Saturday morning and, of course, Chubby was all of a sudden well enough to go to work... I didn't want to dwell on that situation too much. But the really big thing on my mind was that fat fuck, Carl. The more I thought about Carl not returning my phone calls the more pissed off I got. Finally I grabbed my cell phone and punched in his number... I was getting more pissed off with each number I hit. The second ring was answered by his fat sister who wanted to talk, she wouldn't get off the phone... I had to finally say, in an exasperated way, "Please get your brother, I'm pressed for time right now." And then, in a pretend sweet voice I added, "I'll call another time and you and I will chat for hours" she said, in a flat bored voice, "Liar!" and then she screamed "Carl... phone!".

Waiting for Carl to answer I all of a sudden lost my nerve to say the pissed-off things I was going to say.

Happily he answered very apologetically, so I didn't need my pissed off attitude. He was being very nice and I didn't detect any role-playing at all. "Here's the main thing, Dylan. My cousin Larry and his family are here visiting this week. Mainly for my graduation... and he's been stuck to me like gum on my shoe for the last three days." I said, "Oh, is this "THE" cousin?" and Carl said, "The very one. If I could lose him and spend some time with you don't you think I'd do it? Come on Dylan, you know how I feel about you and I can fuck him all summer." My suggestion that he come over here apparently wouldn't work either because he still wouldn't be able to ditch the cousin.

We tried a few other suggestions, but they wouldn't work, for various reasons, either. Finally, desperate, I say, "How about we include him in". Carl was quiet for a few seconds and then slowly said, "Boy, you got the hots bad. You really are anxious for me to fuck you again, aren't you? That makes me feel real good, Dylan. I heard you moaning and calling my name when I made you cum last Saturday, but I wasn't sure if you... you know, if you really liked me. Now I'm thinking you may have the hots for me, and you maybe don't even realize it." He was starting to get on my nerves big time now, but he was right about one thing... I did want him to fuck me. I said, "Hey, Carl... I do like you. OK? Didn't I call you about ten times this week? Of course I want you to fuck me... we're gay teens, it's a hot time, you fuck me great, it's fun. Why wouldn't I want it? You know..."

Carl sounded disappointed when he still had to come back with, "Shit! It wouldn't work out Dylan. It would have to be the three of us and Larry would have to be the one to fuck you. The first fuck anyway... well, at least the first one. Just being honest with you, like you want me to be... right? I'm just a "top", Dylan, which gets Larry pissed-off. Ya know, cause I won't let him fuck me. He'd definitely want to fuck you. If he sees you, he's fucking you. Sorry, but that's the way it would be." Grumpily, I asked him who was running that show over there and he said, "Well, Larry is... mostly". Oh man, another dead end. I said goodbye and good luck... Carl is graduating Monday and then heading up the road to their summer house in Maine on Tuesday. Maybe I better think about jerking off again... maybe as soon as after lunch.

I had a grilled cheese and bacon sandwich and was thinking about making myself another one when my cell phone rang. Carl, talking fast and low says, "Listen, I've been discussing this situation with Larry. He says he'd have to do you first of course, but then it's OK if I do you afterward. That's what you're really after anyway, right? Me fucking you the way I did you last Saturday.. hard and rough? Right?" I thought about it for just a few seconds and instead of trying to get Carl to "be real" here about me having the hots for him, I simply said, "Yeah, sure... what the hell, let's go for it." They had to come over here because their house was crawling with people so I gave them directions and ten minutes later they drove up to the curb outside my place in a nice looking BMW.

Looks like Larry's parents have a little coin. Thirty seconds later they were knocking on my front door.

Mom and Tris wouldn't be stopping back here before going to work so we had as much time as we needed. No worries there. You know, it's funny, but doing this made me feel kind of like a hot shit... kind of brave and "with it"... a confident guy getting a little sexy time on a Saturday afternoon....Kewl! I wasn't feeling like some little dorky, lonely dude now. My new persona was "Yeah, what ya up for?.. get it on!" ... that the sort of attitude was reflected in my frame of mind too.

I wished I could be smoking a cigarette when answering the door, that'd be even cooler, but no way... Mom would smell that one cigarette the second she walked in the door twelve hours later. I just tried to act cool and confident when I opened the door. Carl still looked good, except for his fat body. The other guy, obviously Larry, didn't look good, but he had a great body. Carl's face on Larry's body and you got yourself a hot boyfriend. I said, "Sup?... come on in."

Larry introduced himself, Carl hugged me around my shoulders and I think he kissed the top of my head too although I'm not sure about that. It turns out Larry's a sophomore, so he's a year younger than me and two years younger than Carl and, I'm thinking... he's in charge? Carl's well over six feet tall and the cousin's well over five feet tall... about five foot seven inches I'd guess... an inch or so taller than Chubby. Like I said, great looking body under a tight T-shirt. Unfortunately his face was course looking. Eyebrows too thick, eyes a little too far apart, nose too flat, his mouth had a natural turned-down look, like he was always pissed-off about something. So... being nice about it, not a cute guy.

On the plus side... like Robby, Larry had a nice sounding voice, cute lips too... and great looking smallish, super white teeth in a real clean-looking pink mouth with a nice rosy pink tongue... so that's all good. Some boy's mouths look so healthy and clean... he has one of those. On the other hand, his hair wasn't too cool. Light brown hair, parted in the middle... seventies style. Very long and poker straight... it reached below his chin all the way around the sides and back of his head. Hair hung in his face when he bent his head forward. Nice clean hair, but the style made me think of a woman's hairdo. It also made me think about Carl's comment when he was talking me into letting him cut my hair... he'd said he always cut his cousin's hair... liar!

"Hey man, where we going to play today? Certainly not here." I tried to smile at Larry's rude way of putting that and then I suggested my bedroom, but when he looked inside he said, "Nah, too small. What else ya got?" Kind of an obnoxious kid, ya know? I then suggested the finished basement and downstairs we went. Carl was giving me friendly looks all the while... trying desperately, I suppose, to counterbalance the rude cousin. Larry looked around the TV room and the little half bathroom that was off to the side, then... reluctantly, nodding his OK. He stepped inside the bathroom, whipped it out, and began taking a pee... with the door left open. He says, "Hey there guy, get undressed, OK." I had the feeling he'd forgotten my name already. Carl helped me pull my Polo shirt over my head and I unbuckled and dropped my cargo shorts... then stepped out of them. I was determined to have a good time. I'd never see this kid again... what do I care if he's an asshole?

Larry, finished with his piss, pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his sneakers. While he dropped his shorts he's talking to me, "You and me got to make-out before I fuck ya, man. That's my thing. Carl says ya don't make-out, but that don't matter to me... you're gonna do it anyway, and that's that. OK?" I was caught off guard with this... before I got a chance to tell this bossy bastard to take a hike, he stepped over to me and, taking hold of my head with a hand on either side he pulled me down to his level and quickly wet-kissed me on my mouth.. twice. It was like a shock or a smack across my face... it took me so much by surprise.

Then, with unbelievable arrogance, he pulled his lips away from mine and said, "You got nice lips, pal, but ya gotta put your arms around my neck while we do this. It's kinda required that you participate." Maybe it was the compliment about my nice lips or maybe it's because I'm a wuss or maybe because I'm horny and those first kisses weren't so bad... whatever the reason, I did what he said and put both my arms around his neck... he pushed his tongue into my mouth.

Holy shit! His mouth did taste fresh and clean... just like it looked. His tongue was just right too... not mushy like Carls or small and hard or whatever... my balls churned when he licked and sucked my tongue. I was starting to breath harder through my nose as my hand went in that long silky hair at the back of his head...keeping my eyes closed and willing myself not to think about his looks, I hugged his neck tighter and played with fistfuls of his hair. He's hot. Larry sucked my lips, one at a time, in a new kind of kiss... new to me, it was so erotic. When he'd casually change from one type kiss to another, the ends of his hair got in both our mouths, and instead of being gross, it made it all seem wilder and sexier. Wet with saliva, his hairs stuck to both of our faces.

Totally new sensations for me, I really liked the make-out.

My dick was getting wicked hard as he picked up the intensity of his kissing... his great tongue was in constant motion, not frantic at all, but like he was savoring every bit of each kiss. I was moaning into his mouth by now with my arms tight around his neck when he moved his mouth away from mine and licked across my cheek before resting the side of his face against the side of mine... my arms holding even tighter around his neck as if to prevent him from pulling his head away from me. Our spit was all over both our faces.... a lot of his saliva- soaked hairs stuck to my cheek as we rested with the sides of our faces together.

Raspy breathing for a second and then he said, "Jesus Christ man, for someone who don't make-out, you're one hot fucker. You got me ready to cream my jeans. Even so, I'll take that chance because I gotta have a couple more tastes of your mouth, you're one delicious hottie, Dan." And he went back to that fabulous way of kissing. When he was finally done, my boner was sticking straight up my belly... same for him. He pulled away from me breathing with short bursts... then he stroked my boner twice saying, breathlessly, "I like that shaved look you and Carl have. Cool." He took a deep breath then and blowing it out he said,

"Whee, can't catch my breath! That was an awesome make-out, dude. OK..whoa, now... alright, why don'tcha get on all fours for me. I'll do your boy pussy up real good in just a minute, doggy style."

Larry looked over at Carl and as he stroked his boner he said, "I gotta respect you a little for breaking this guy in right, Carl. Props to you!" Carl, with a semi-boner that he'd gotten watching us two make-out, smirked at Larry and back-slid into his pompous mode, "I have my moments. Dylan was obviously wanting "it"... I spotted him months ago, but took it slow with him. Let him get use to me cause I knew it was only a matter of time. Ya got to know when it's the right time though... to push it, I mean. He was easy enough once I decided to take him in hand... he took my lead easily and he took to getting fucked like a duck takes to water. He needs it, like I told ya earlier."

It was obvious to me that Larry wasn't paying any attention to what Carl was saying... as for me, I didn't know what to think. Is Carl really that clever? Bringing me into my gayness, step by step like he said? Larry didn't seem to care one way or the other,,, he was concentrating on breaking through the plastic packaging that the condoms came in. I was on all fours breathing a little harder than usual... thinking, "I don't know how Carl knew about me being gay when I wasn't even sure about it myself, but he was right about one thing for sure...making out with another boy ROCKS!"

But then I was thinking, "It didn't rock with Carl though and I'm not sure exactly why. His tongue is too big, could it be that simple? Or maybe he tried to make me do it before I was ready to do it. So maybe he isn't so clever." My thoughts were interrupted by Larry who was now standing right in front of me with an opened condom packet in one hand, with his other hand he grabbed the short hairs at the front of my head and pulled up so my neck was straining backward... it really hurt the way he was pulling my hair... he said, "Suck me off a little first, pal... OK?" He said it like it was an order and when he let lose of my hair about six of them had been pulled out by the roots and floated slowly to land on the throw rug that was under me.

Grunting from the pain and then checking him out... Larry had a regular looking penis, about six and a half inches long in it's current, rather firm condition. That makes it bigger than everyone's penis I've seen lately... except for the Marine's monster penis, of course. On the not-too-cool side, Larry had a lot of pubic hair that went down under his balls and all along his ass crack... his cock looked good enough to suck though, so I did. I sucked him like Carl taught me to suck cock. Larry, playing with my hair this time, said, "I can tell you cut this kid's hair too, didn't ya Carl? It's the same haircut you give my little brother all the time." Carl said, "Yeah, I cut Dylan's hair... cut it short the way I like it. Didn't even ask him how he wanted it either. Did I Dylan? Isn't that the most beautiful hair you've ever seen, Larry?"

Larry wasn't listening to Carl again and said to me, "Pal, can you take it in your throat?" Carl answered for me, "I haven't gotten around to teaching him that yet?" Larry goes, "Oh, too bad" and pulled out of my mouth muttering, "Well, I'll teach him myself later this afternoon. He was sure a fast learner with the make-out." They were both talking about me like I was their pet dog or an inanimate object. Larry's voice was so pleasant to listen to though... of course, almost everything he said was arrogant and self serving... it was always about Larry pleasing Larry. That voice though, I wondered if he could sing.

As Larry was sliding the condom on he instructed Carl. "I'll tell you when to stick your's in my hole. Wait for me to tell ya... I'm going to get him going real good first. That is one choice boy-pussy on him.

I want him whimpering and begging for more. Shouldn't take long." With that he pushed his rather lengthy boner way up inside me and it hurt even more than Carl's thrust had hurt me last Saturday. I went down on my forearms and rested my forehead on them trying not to scream.

The pain was big, but Larry chatted away at Carl without concern... he backed out his boner about six inches worth and then shoved it back in saying, "Wow, it's tight Carl. Feels excellent. Just like you said it would." At that, Larry did another dozen hard humps in and out of me... I was opening up by then for sure. Still in a conversational voice he told Carl, "He getting wider... I'm going to pile drive his pussy for a bit, but unfortunately for him it don't look like he's gonna last very long." When he was saying that he was leaning over looking underneath me. "Look at his nuts... they're already hard and up to his belly and ready to fire off. This kid likes to get himself fucked, huh? You better get your condom on pretty quick, Carl."

With that Larry gripped my hips tightly and fucked me for three or four minutes really fast. It wasn't as hot as Carl's fuck, but it was plenty hot enough and after a bit I moaned and maybe whimpered a little too, from the awesome feel of it... just like Larry said I would. And soon after that, my body stiffened up tight and my balls were like hard stones up against my belly, and... again, just like Larry predicted, my boner started firing cum up on my chest and down on my arms as my mouth was going, "Ohhhh ohhhh Ahh ahh ahhh". Larry laughed hard in an out-of-breath kind of way, but kept up the fast humping saying, "Holy shit, Carl. He already blew his load." Then he slowed the humping in order to catch his breath and added, "He's still wicked tight. I'm going up in him as far as I can get. When I lay on his back let me feel that cock of your's up my ass, Carl. Do it hard like you did it last night."

After spreading my ass cheeks with his hands he humped up deeper inside my hole and then lay fully on my back with his legs on either side of me, carrying some of his weight. His body felt real good on my back and I continued to not think about his looks because, except for the way he looked, he sure had everything he needed to get me hotter then hell. Then, he made it even better by wrapping his arms around my chest tightly... probably to help keep him in place while Carl fucked him. I looked back and Carl's face was bright red and his eyes shined with anticipation as he concentrated on lining up his boner with Larry's hairy

asshole.

I felt Larry move forward slightly on my back when Carl humped up inside him in that one familiar forceful thrust of his fat hips that I knew so well. Every hump of Carl's caused Larry's boner to poke or pull at a new spot in my asshole making me grunt or blow air out between my teeth... it was sexy as hell to think about him having his cock up inside me and Carl's cock up inside him. With Larry being a few inches shorter than me, his moist nose exhales went on the side of my chin... his mouth put out a spray of moisture down lower, on my neck.

With each hump, Larry goes, "Ohhh, yeah Carl" and then he'd rock slightly on my back as Carl pulled back some and then shoved it back up inside Larry's asshole hard, Larry's cock massaging my hole with each thrust up his... it was awesome. I don't know why Larry had laughed at me for moaning in sensuous pleasure earlier because he was moaning a lot more than I ever did. These two obviously had worked it out and knew how to give pleasure to each other. Big fat Carl picked up speed and fucked Larry the same way he'd fucked me last Saturday... fast and hard and rough... just the way Larry and me like it... apparently.

It went on for a while too... Carl wasn't shy about slamming up inside his cousin. It was interesting to me that Larry wasn't the arrogant, bossy know-it-all any longer. Not at all, Carl had temporarily fucked all that out of him...now Larry was the wimpy one whimpering in my ear, laying on my back and holding me tightly around my chest so he wouldn't be fucked right off of me. It got to be that with each of Carl's thrust Larry had this mantra thingie going... "make me cum, Carl ... make me cum, Carl... make me cum". As Larry reached more intense erotic territory he started fucking my hole again... quick little two inch thrust that soon got my boner back up.

Amazingly Carl and Larry worked the humping in tandem and it wasn't herky jerky or anything like that. It was smooth and very hot and sexy... I was getting ready to join in with Larry's mantra when he grunted loudly and pushed up in me really fast and hard about five times and I knew he was cumming. Right after that Carl made some similar grunting sounds and I felt a spray of spit from him on the side of my face as he climaxed in his condom... both cousins were having hot climaxes at the same time.

Frankly, I would have cum again myself if I could have stroked my cock a little. That wasn't possible though because of Larry laying on my back and the extra stress of fat Carl humping into him... I needed both forearms on the rug holding us up. I also need to admit that these two are hot-sexy boys... they have drawbacks in the looks, weight, and personality areas, but they know their sex. They'd obviously had a lot of experience and felt confidently comfortable about what they were doing. All plusses in my mind.

After the climaxes Carl was taking such deep breaths it was a real concern for a bit... him being so overweight and all, but it wasn't too long before he pulled out of Larry's asshole chuckling, "Holy shit, boys, was that hot or what?" Then, taking off his condom he exclaimed, "Oh my God... look at this thing, Larry." Larry was now getting off me and pulling his softened cock out of my hole... I go, "Ohhh ahh" but both boys were too interested in comparing their condoms, seeing which one held the most cum... they weren't paying any attention to me. Looked like a tie ... both condoms had a nice cum load weighing them down.

My cum was on the little area rug beneath me and on my chest and arms too... nice climax! I'll have to throw the little rug in the washer when the guys leave. Carl, taking both condoms, flushed them down the toilet. Larry had some orders for me, "Hey, sport... how bout getting us some drinks. Ya got cokes?" He was absently stroking his soft dick when he said that, and then..."Jesus Carl, you did it to me again. You fucked me so hard I gotta take a dump" and he went into the powder room and sat on the toilet... leaving the door open this time too.

Pulling on my cargo shorts and started up the steps for the drinks... Larry called out, "No dice guy, lose the shorts. You stay naked so we can look at that hot body of yours. Go ahead, kid... drop the shorts." I looked from Larry on the toilet to Carl who was again playing with himself. Carl, noticing the silence, looked up and said, "What? Oh yeah, can you take off the shorts, Dylan? You know, like I said... Larry's kind of in charge." Larry said, "That's right guy." What the hell, I took them off and Larry, in the middle of straining a stool, grunted out, "Keep it that way, kid."

Upstairs I'm thinking, "Why's he always calling me kid? I'm older than he is". Ah, fuck it! Larry's OK, a little obnoxious, but he kisses good ... and fucks good too. What the hell, it's been pretty awesome so far... forget about Larry's and Carl's pompous acts. Who cares. It's gay sex in the afternoon. It's cool. Then I thought, "Bet Chubby and that dink Ricky aren't doing anything nearly this hot!" I got us three sixteen ounce cokes and some pretzels on a tray and carried it downstairs. Both Larry and Carl took a coke and a handful of pretzels without a word of thanks... rude bastards.

In between gulps of coke and mouthfuls of pretzels, Larry asked Carl, "How you going to do him?" and Carl said, "I'd really like to do him on his back with his legs up on my shoulder. You know, because I'd like to watch him giving you head while I fuck him." Larry goes. "We really should have a bed for that. I'll want to be knelling over him with his head between my thighs. I'm definitely deep throating him". Carl goes, "Well, I definitely want to watch that, dude." They never actually included me in any of their discussion about what they were going to do with me and, you know what... I didn't care. I did, however. need to consciously hold back a smile though, it struck me as kind of funny. I hope I never take myself as seriously as these two seem to take themselves... Jesus! But, they're OK for gay playtime.

I was having fun making fun of them in my head, while at the same time I was looking forward to them doing their sex on me. I'm new to this and it's all enthralling as hell to me. I never knew sexual thrills like I've been experiencing even existed... and, there's no danger I'll get pregnant either! Ha ha! They're not really treating me as an equal, but hell, I'm still a novice and... like a "rookie" on the Red Sox, I know my place and I got no problem with it. It's not like these guys are dangerous or anything. I could probably kick their asses if I wanted to... well, I could kick Larry's for sure!

Larry looked over at me and says, "We need a bed" I told him that that sofa you're sitting on opens into a bed... it's a pullout. Larry gets up and says "show me". Taking off the cushions, I pull the loop in the front and the lower section pulled out to a full size bed... even had a fitted sheet on the mattress part. "Way to come through Dan" Larry muttered somewhat begrudgingly. I thought, hey... Larry does have a range of emotions after all... it goes all the way from A to B. Carl flops on the bed as if he's a six year old causing Larry to raise his voice... "Easy Carl, we don't want this thing to collapse before we have our fun on it, do we?"

Carl looked like his feelings were hurt, but that was lost on Larry. He goes, "Hey you...guy, get over here. I want to make-out with you again before we get to the sex." Both of us were still naked of course and he did have that awesome body so I say, "Sure thing, Larry" and then I stifled a snicker because I almost called him "Sir" just to break his balls about how bossy he was being. Actually, I wanted to try that making out again myself. Purposely not looking at Larry's face, I came over and he pulled me down on top of him.

He immediately rolled me over then so he was on top and, while grinding his crotch into mine and holding my head between his hands, like he'd done earlier, we repeated our first hot make-out... my face surrounded by Larry's long, silky, light brown, nice smelling, hair. I thought I was going to cum before he was done with me. Larry, huffing and puffing at one point had to just lay on me with his face next to mine and catch his breath, like during our first make-out. We had so much spit and wet hair all over our faces you'd think we were in a spitting contest... if there is such a thing. His saliva was so fresh, clean tasting. and clean smelling too... and his mouth and tongue were so talented for making-out, I almost forgot about his looks. Still, I kept my eyes closed to be on the safe side and just marveled at how excellent it is to kiss with another boy. That revelation might be the most surprising of all the surprising things I've been experiencing over the past few months.

Carl finally muttered, "Fuck, I'm so hot watching you two. Larry, let me have a turn with him." I though, "Oh no" as Larry said, "What am I, the scout leader here? You want to make out with him, you arrange it with him yourself. Anyway, we got to get this fucking show going... look at the time." Carl was like, "Holy shit... where did the time go?" They had to be home for dinner in an hour so there was still time to fuck...thank god. Carl situated me on my back in the middle of the mattress and he sat on his ankles in between my legs. At first the back of my thighs were laying across his thighs but he picked them up to rest against his torso with one of my feet on either side of his head. He was lubing up his bare cock saying, "scoot up onto my thighs a little so your pussy is off the bed" I did it but was getting tired of the pussy references so I complained. "Don't call my ass a pussy again or you'll have to actually go find a pussy to fuck." Carl chuckled and said, "Shut up"... but in a friendly way, not like Larry would have said it.

That was the end of Mr Nice Guy though as Carl pushed his cock way up inside me. He held me in place by grabbing my legs to keep them tight to his chest. I rolled my head, scrunching my face with the pain. He pulled out and pushed right back up and I was squirming on the mattress while he did it twice more. My eyes were shut tight and I refused to cry out but it hurt plenty. Larry, in a horse voice, said, "Yeah Carl, do him. Hump him hard" Carl didn't need any encouragement with that... none that I noticed. He was working his boner much easier now and, as always, it started to feel so good it's hard to describe.

There's something about Carl's penis that matches something in my asshole because he hits all the hot spots... all the sensitive spots inside me that gets me moaning, licking my lips, and humping myself to match his humps, trying for more sensations. Larry by now was on his knees on the bed straddling my head... almost sitting on my forehead with his semi-hard penis laying on my face. He said, "What the fuck? Look at his dick... it's getting hard already, right before our eyes. You're the king of fucking, Carl. I gotta give you that. Look at his cock... did ya ever see a harder dick?" Carl was grunting with the effort of fucking me deep and fast... he grunted out, "Watch and learn little cousin..."

Larry muttered, "Shit, I'm getting some of this" and he put his hand under my neck and lifted up... with the other hand he pushed down on my forehead getting my neck in an uncomfortable backward position with my mouth wide open. Larry pushed his boner right down my throat... so much for teaching me how to do it. As he did it he said, "Keep the teeth covered, kid" and he started fucking my mouth and throat. It went in easier in this position than when the Marine deep throated me... plus, Larry's boner wasn't as wide and the head was smaller than Tom's, so it was easier to take.

Still, deep throating is very uncomfortable for me. But being fucked at both ends is a hot sensual overload of major proportions and I reached for my boner to stroke myself off. Carl batted my hand away saying, "No, Dylan... don't touch" and he picked up the intensity of his fucking. A couple of minutes later Larry moaned out, "I'm fucking cuming already" and he splashed a pretty big shot of cum in my mouth and a few follow-up loads that were smaller, but still required a conscious effort not to drown in them. I also managed to avoid sucking his cum up my sinuses which was an improvement in my cock sucking technique. Tasting Larry's cum and feeling Carl's deep humping in my hole caused my climax to come on me fast. Larry called out, "there she blows" and cum shot out my boner's pee slit in four fast, thin steams... the first one sprayed my chin.

Larry was like a little kid, "Did ya see that? Holy shit he blew his cum in his own face. This three way shit is HOT!" Carl had slowed to a stop saying, "You're right about that... it is hot, I almost blew my load when Dylan tightened his hole climaxing... that almost put me over the edge." He was breathing wheezing breaths again. Larry was climbing down off the bed saying he had to take a piss... he said it right in the middle of Carl's sentence.. again ignoring what Carl was saying. Carl didn't appear to care if Larry paid attention or not... he pulled his bone hard cock out of my hole and gruffly told me to turn over on my belly. When I did he spread my legs out wide and went right back up inside me, then he lay on my back.

I was engulfed in this huge fat boy... his arms against my arms, each of his hands holding one of my wrists pulling them against my shoulders, the point of his chin at the crown or my head. I was getting a little panicky and squirmed under him as hard as I could. At that he humped me with a couple of three or four inch thrusts real quick in and out of me and that got me calmed down and moaning again. He knows how to hit my spots and soon I was embarrassing myself again by moaning out, "Ahh Carl, Carl ohhh, right there, oh yeah, Carl"... I didn't carry on long before catching myself... maybe fifteen seconds before I made myself stop that pathetic whimpering. Unfortunately Larry was back out of the power room and he'd heard it, "You the man, Carl. It looks like you got yourself a little fuck boy there any time you want." At that moment I couldn't disagree with him, but it did make me feel a bit humiliated.

My hole felt so good though I had to will myself not to moan. Then I began feeling Carls hard nuts against my buttocks and knew he was getting closer... his nuts felt like two big steel ball bearings laying on my ass cheeks. Using his knees he spread my legs more.. no problem doing that because I was very accommodating by now... limp all over except my penis which was very hard for the third time this afternoon. Carl let go of one of my wrist and pushed my head to the side so he could get at the side of my neck to suck and lick one spot while continuing to fuck me. I knew he was giving me a hickey, but I was pretty much agreeable to anything he wanted by now.

Carl had talked to me about the submissive/dominant sexual roles and now, ironically, I found myself in the most submissive frame of mind I've ever felt in my life... but it wasn't to the Marine like I was afraid would happen, it was to my mentor who taught me about those roles in the first place... he dominated me totally right now. His sheer mass was dominant... I couldn't get out from under him if I wanted to. But also the feeling of being sexually satisfied was relatively new to me and it made me have these grateful feelings toward Carl and I wanted to please him. When he'd recognized by total surrender to his will a little while ago, Carl slowed down the thrusting up my hole to a teasing-speed while he gave me his mark... his hickey.

The slow teasing humps had be wanting more and got me to whimpering again, "Fuck me Carl... fuck me harder Carl". When I'd begin to squirm with desire he'd hump deeper and faster for a bit until I groaned and moaned and lay still for him again. The hickey process itself is hypnotizing and combined with a hard cock stimulating every sensitive spot in my hole... I didn't want it to stop. Carl was grunting through his hickey-making and humping me more steadily now... his nuts were so hard they were uncomfortable on my buttocks. But still, I was hoping he could keep this up until I got one more climax out.

All things must end, and Carl was at his limit. He was trying not to climax, but it was on him now and he stopped the hickey making to do that frenzied fast fucking and quiet squealing that precedes climax. I felt the gush of cum inside me and it quickly was drooling down around his boner to run down my ass cheeks. Feeling his cum up inside my body and his huge presents on my back made me squeal like a girl and shoot a splash of cum on the mattress, messing my belly.

It felt so wonderful I wanted to do it again... to feel myself cuming again. Carl was damp with perspiration but he didn't stink... he had a neutral odor, nothing unpleasant about it. But now, after climaxing there was simply too much of him, that's all there is to it. He humped me for about a minute more and then pulled out... a long string of cum followed his boner out of my asshole and that too ran down my buttocks to stain the sheet. Now I wanted his weight off me... obviously I'm not going to cum again... that's impossible at this point.

Lots of heavy breathing and then I heard Larry mumbling, "Hot, hot, hot, Carl. It reminds me of that TV show, Nature... that show on PBS. You know, a lion or some animal mounts the female and after a tussle he gets her totally docile... just like you did to him... even that hickey you were giving him, it was like the animals biting the back of the females neck. Ya ever see them do that?" Carl appeared to enjoy the comparison and answers with enthusiasm, "Yeah, that's cool.. I know what you mean. And, Dylan here... he didn't think he wanted anything to do with me at first. Did ya, Dylan. And it takes me only a couple fucks to get you shaped-up, and now ya can't get enough of me. Can ya, Dylan?"

I was just laying there on the bed next to Carl. He'd rolled off my back and put his arm around me to keep me from getting up. I said, "I guess that's pretty much true, Carl. I mean, you know... having sexy fun and all." Carl was pulling a Larry and not listening to what I said. He was rubbing his nose in my hair, then he chuckled and said, 'Son of a bitch, Larry, I almost dropped dead there for a second...did ya notice? I was getting so fucking hot screwing this kid's perfect pussy, er, I mean ass. Every time he'd squirm, all I had to do was fuck him hard a couple of times and he'd get limp and real docile for me... like that lion cunt thing you were talking about. Eh, Larry." Larry was wiping his cock, using the small guest towel from the power room, not paying any attention to Carl again.

My thoughts consisted of basically two things: why is Larry suppose to be in charge when most of the time it seems he's idolizing Carl, and why don't these nitwits ever bring me into the conversation... just fleeting thoughts because Carl was moving me around again. He got his arm under my neck and his other hand behind my head saying, "Put your head back further, I want to get that hickey some more". Without thinking I did what he said and he went to town sucking on the hickey he'd started earlier. It quickly stated to itch and burn and I whined, "Please, Carl... that hurts". He covered my mouth tightly with his hand and sucked on my hickey for another three minutes as I squirmed and groaned... trying to get free. Larry was totally washing up in the power room..

Trying to squirm away from Carl was futile so I finally just bared it the best I could... the uncomfortable feeling on my neck continued until Carl was satisfied. After checking his work a few times and then going back down on that raw bump on my neck again he finally pulled away, looked at his work, and laughed out loud , "Look at this thing, Larry" They both marveled at the size of the hickey. Larry mumbled, "Don't try that shit on me Carl". Carl countered with, "If I wanted to do one on you, I probably would, Larry... but I don't want to so you're so you got nothing to worry about". Larry didn't even acknowledge the comment.

Those two either ignored what the other was saying or they said something back slightly negative or slightly nasty. There was no love lost there... just recreational sex partners. Carl stared at Larry to see if he had any retort and then, in an obviously dominant move, casually licked across my hickey a few more times... I cringed because his saliva made it sting even more. Carl mumbled to himself, "that's a beauty" and then he brushed the hair back from my forehead with the palm of his hand and said, "Open up your lips there Dylan, you're going to make-out with me now". Except for the stinging hickey, I was still in a half mesmerized, half sexually satisfied, feeling wonderful frame of mind... all of that stuff mixed together.

I quickly thought about Carl and realized I do have more feelings for him now then I use to have. Hell, I didn't even mind being held in his arms like this... even with all that fat... it felt nice as a matter of fact. And, he had certainly given me a lot of pleasure the last few months. So, why not try to return the favor a little. Smiling at him while nodding my head "yes" and saying "Yeah, Carl... I want to try it again with you too." He glanced over at Larry with a look on his face, eyebrows raised, like, "See how ya do it?" That was annoying, but I didn't think he was perfect by a long shot... neither am I, by the way.

What followed was a very sloppy wet, totally overwhelming make-out... it was for him I think, a "lovers" way of making-out... anyway, that's my guess. Larry had made-out to get hot and it was hot, Carl made out like he was making love with his mutual lover, which I am not. I'm his occasional sex toy if you must, but I'm NOT his lover. Never-the-less, it soon became like the hickey... spellbinding, mesmerizing, something like that. And, I began participating almost as much as he was. It's almost impossible to be desired as much as Carl was desiring my mouth and not get involved to some degree.

Eventually I lost myself in who it was I was making out with. Larry's was purely sexual and this one had some of that quality as well, and that's the part I concentrated on. Carl was probably interpreting my participation as further proof that I was so enamored with him that I'd do whatever he wanted me to do. He might even go so far as to think I'm in love with him or in lust for him or I got a "thing" for him in some way or other... what the hell, maybe I do. To tell you the truth, I'd like to see what he looks like after he loses that seventy-five pounds he claims he's losing this summer... he's good looking now, but just too fat to look sexy.

After ten minutes of this make-out Carl's cock was as hard as it was earlier and he showed a lot of strength putting me positioned where he wanted me... he did it fast too me on my back again with him between my legs.

And then, as casually as you please, he pushed his cock up inside me all the way once again. I was a little sore back there by now, but the good feeling over came the hurt and Carl hadn't given me any choice in the matter anyway. It was real fast and urgent because the make-out had Carl super hot.

He actually had another cum spurt of a climax while fucking me this second time today... there on my back, this time with my legs wrapped around his waist... he had leaned down so we could continue making-out while he fucked me with fairly short, fast thrusts of his fat hips. It was a hot time, as long as I didn't think about it too much... but I never came near another climax. His last climax drooled out of my hole right afterward... sort of a watery cum.

Hey, I haven't had much sex in my life... I was like a kid in a candy shop here. It felt so good. The guys hurried off after that, but not before Carl "rewarded" me for coming across so willingly and invited me to his graduation party Monday afternoon. Larry added, "We'll take turns with you Danny" and then he said to Carl, "Fuck, he'll be the first guest to arrive after hearing me say that". Well, Chubby will be working and I can miss my running on Monday... especially since Tom, the Marine, wasn't a sure thing to even be there. And if he was... well, it might be a good thing to stand him up like he stood me up yesterday. So I said, "hey, thanks Carl" and as a sort of joke I said to Larry, "Hope ya mean it". He shot me with his index finger and pompously said, "Count on it kid".

When I heard the front door close, I put some things, like the area rug, the fitted sheet and the little guest towel in the washing machine and got that going.

Then, upstairs I filled the tub and took a nice long bath. My ass was sore now, much like the last time Carl fucked me a couple of times on the same day... nothing serious, just a little sore. In the bathtub, with water almost up to my neck, I started thinking...it's sad, but I'm getting that same depressed feeling I'd gotten a few times before. I get the depressed feeling sometimes after some sexual activity that might be considered "over the top" by some... well, I guess by me too. Not just with Carl and Larry, but also with the Marine.

I don't know who decides what is enough, or not enough, or too much, recreational sex... is it written down somewhere? Why does something that feels so good, that feels so right... why do I sometimes feel it's wrong after I do it? Why do I feel guilty? Rational thinking doesn't give me an answer and I know in my heart of hearts I'm going to do it again sometime... probably sooner rather than later, but this "down" feeling after feeling so "high" ... it sucks!

In the tub for quite awhile, not figuring out any answers to my questions, when I hear someone come in our front door. It's too early for Chubby... and my Mom's working till midnight. I was quiet in the tub hoping if it's a break-in they take what they want and stay the hell out of the bathroom. In about two minutes the door closes again... what the fuck? I get out and wrap a towel around me to peek out the bathroom door... no one. With wet feet I pad over to look out the front window just in time to see that fucker Ricky's SUV pull around the corner. It's a creepy feeling thinking that prick was just in my house... did he take something?

Then, there it was... Chubby's unmistakable printing on a sheet of computer paper. He has the most perfect penmanship ever. I picked it up and read....

HI DYLAN.

LUV YA BRO! DON"T GET MAD BUT MR ORTIZ GAVE US WINDOW WASHER BOYS THE LAST TWO HOURS OFF TODAY SO RICKY COULD TAKE US ALL, AS MR ORTIZ GUESTS, TO THE FRANKLIN CARNIVAL. TONIGHT'S THE LAST NIGHT.

I COULDN'T BE THE ONLY GUY WHO DIDN'T GO. WE'RE A TEAM. AND, YES, I TRIED TO GET RICKY TO INCLUDE YOU BUT HE'S HATING ON YOU BECAUSE...YOU KNOW, THAT TIME.

WE'LL BE GETTING BACK REAL LATE SO RICKY INSISTED I SLEEP WITH HIM.. I MEAN, YOU KNOW...AT HIS HOUSE TONIGHT. I PROMISE TO SPEND EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY WITH YOU TOMORROW...PROMISE!!

CHUB

I felt sick to my stomach now. It was a hot sexy afternoon, then I started feeling a little down after it was over...and now this. I felt so alone. Why does Chubby have to do stuff with that piece of shit, Ricky?

to be continued....

Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com