Dylans Dilemma

****************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 5 *******************

chapter 1 of 3

Taking a bath is a recently-reacquired indulgence. Since accepting that I'm gay, after some yummy sex I like to soak in a bath whenever I can. It's a terrific place for contemplation... I'm big on contemplating stuff. I contemplate all kinds of different things about my life... occasionally I'll do it until I give myself a headache. Some might call some of my contemplating "worrying". Anyway, most of my contemplating has to do with boys... how much I admire the way they look and the way they act. I've also been doing some contemplating about the uniquely complicated aspects of gay interrelationships in general... I've got a lot to learn there. After a bit of that, I go right back to contemplating about boys again.

There's a funny thing about baths in my past... my best friend Chubby and me use to take one together every night when we were kids... oh. my!... that was fun! In those days we'd hug and even kiss each other and sometimes we'd say "I love Chubby" or "I love Dylan". Huh..sweet, then, of course, we got to be age seven or thereabout and you can't do or say stuff like that anymore. Too bad. Of course, until recently I never actually contemplated this kind of thing and in those long ago baths neither Chubby nor I contemplated anything... except maybe our belly buttons... and our little peckers.

Oh well, that was then and this is now... and speaking of "now", I'm pretty much committed to no more of Tom the Marine. We're quits, although to be honest here, I didn't actually tell him that in so many words. It's just that the only way we're likely to get together again is if I email him and arrange it, which I seriously doubt I'm going to do. I never told him that I would in the first place, but I'll bet he thinks I will. My rear... or as Carl and Larry call it, my "boy-pussy", is sore from Tom sticking two inches of his boner in me back there... not fucking me, he just stuck it in me for a second or two so I'd know how it felt...ouch!

The Marine, he has to be bi and that's OK by itself, but there are other aspects of him that are simply too weird so I'm doing the right thing scratching him off my list. Then there's Carl who brought me out to my gay nature... and he's taught me a lot about being gay since then too. Through Carl I've met his cousin from Maine, Larry... and through him I found my favorite gay friend, Willie. See how it goes? If I didn't know Carl, I'd never have met Willie. Willie is more like the kind of gay kid I've been looking for... I think.

Even I've figured out that there's something wrong with Willie's relationship with Larry... and the same can be said about me and Carl, so something needs to change there. But on the other hand, the possibility of me seeing much of Carl in the future is quite limited, so maybe nothing has to change. There's a chance he'll actually invite me to Maine for a weekend or two, but at summer's end he's off to college in New Jersey. That'll be pretty much sayonara for him and opens-up some real possibilities for me with Willie... except for Larry, who is Willie's roommate at prep school, and who Willie looks up to. Hmmmm? Complicated.

Oops, that's going to have to do it for my contemplating right now because the water in my bath has gotten too cool. I pulled the plug and let it drain. When the tub was almost empty I turned on the shower with a lot of hot water... that felt real good.

Things are looking OK at the moment for me... tomorrow is the last day of school, after which Robbie Dickers is coming over my house for a haircut. That should be fun, and it's an opportunity to get to know him better too. Then the next day I start my new job... seven dollars an hour, cutting grass for the Dicker's landscaping company.

Finally done with both my bath and shower... wearing only a pair of clean shorts and a T shirt, I bumbled around the house waiting for Chubby to get home from work. He showed up on time tonight, but was grumpy and irritable. Lately, that's the way he is after work. I'm the opposite... feeling good, clean, and satisfied... I'm in a great mood. So, because I'm his best friend, and I'm one hell of a good guy too, I began acting like a one man cheer-leading squad... my mission, make Chubby smile... get him happy. For the next ten minutes I was a whirlwind of positive energy.... incredibly clever and funny... I thought.

It wasn't easy bringing him out of his foul mood, but after some of my witty banter and clever repartee, success!... he said, "Dylan, if you tell one more cornball joke... if you pat my back or rub my fucking head one more time... if you try tickling me at all, anywhere... if you pretend to air kiss me even once more... or if you do any fucking thing except be real quiet, I'll kill you. I swear to God I'll hit you over the fucking head with that toaster till you're so dead nothing can save you. I'll pick up this table and whack the top of your head till my arms fall off.... OK? ... OK?" I said, "Oh my God... I've succeeded in bringing you out of your shell! And, may I say ... you are very cute when you're acting all smiley and happy like this."

Naturally that led to a wrestling match and even though it got me all sweaty again, I loved every second of it. In the beginning he really was pissed off, but we ended up wrapped tight together in crazy wrestling holds, breathing hard, with the sides of our faces pressed against one another... red and sweaty and wonderful. I know him real well and I could tell he was over his bad mood by now. He caught his breath and said, "Give up?" and I said, "Never!" I said never because I wanted to stay like this for a very long time. Then I began getting a boner and I didn't want him to notice it so I meekly said, "Oh.. OK, I give" and Chubby let me up.

"I was just trying to cheer you up, Chubby". He said, "Yeah, I know you were... and you did a good, although somewhat annoying, job of it too. And, I was just kidding about killing you... mostly." I told Chubby that this is good news... changing his mind about killing me. He mumbled, "I can always change my mind" and he rubbed my hair messing up my do. Then he had an idea, "Hey! let's get some fresh air... go for a walk? Off we went, smoking and walking close together so we'd rub shoulders every few steps. It wasn't walking the way Willie likes to walk with me, his arm around my waist... but it was a pretty good way to walk just the same. We didn't talk much, we were just enjoying being with each other.

Next morning there was excitement in the air... the last school day of our Junior year was finally here. On the way to school I asked Chubby if he was sorry the school year was over. It was a beautiful June morning and we were sharing a Marlboro Light as we walked, like we always do. Chubby says, "This school year? Hmmm... I liked walking to school with you, and I liked hanging with the kids once I get there, and I liked Math, but other than that, I'm glad it's over".

He was real thoughtful about his comments... then followed with this tidbit, "Coca-Cola was originally green ya know.. did ya know that?" I was dumbstruck for a second at this outlandish non sequitur, but regained my sense enough to give him a crossed-eyed look and say, "Duh, who don't know that..." He said, "You are such a dick sometimes" and, with a little smile, he squeezed my hand like he often does... my dick moved in my shorts.

As we were finishing our second shared cigarette, both of us tried to remember when it was we'd gotten hooked on these things in the first place. It was last summer when we were concerned about not looking cool enough during our vacation in Wildwood, New Jersey. Wildwood, by the way, is the ocean and beach and boardwalk vacation spot extraordinaire for teenage boys. Chubby and I had noticed a lot of the cool boys who were strutting up and down the boardwalk smoked cigarettes... looking tough and oh-so-cool. Well, we're cool too so we bought a pack of the same brand cigarette those boys smoked, and after getting sick a couple of times, we learned how to inhale and the rest is history. We're extra cool for sure, but we got this fucking habit now too, and we can't seem to get rid of it... and it's expensive. Sometimes being cool sucks.

We finished off that second cigarette before entering school grounds and we were now just chillin... waiting for the bell. I was leaning up against the stone wall separating the school from the busy traffic... just staring at him. Chubby was leaning against the gate across from me... the sun hit his face like a spotlight. I think he's beautiful. I didn't think that the first seventeen years of my life... well, up until a couple months ago I didn't. But now I recognize the error in my perception, Chubby is a beautiful boy.

Maybe he is a little short at five feet, six inches but that don't bother me a bit. He's very slim like me, but he has the hottest, toned, well defined, hairless body of anyone his size on the planet. Great, great, great ass too... two excellent firm half melon buttocks. I've seen him naked too many times to count, and the smooth skin on his ass cheeks is just as smooth as the skin on his face cheeks... and just as hairless. I'd like to kiss the cheeks both places... and then grab a handful of his ass in both my hands...

I stare at Chubby a lot now... he use to stare at me all the time too, but not so much anymore. Somehow we've managed to change roles... that change happened after we got beat-up together some months ago. Chubby got hurt pretty bad and I started thinking about life without him and my feelings for him kept escalating till now I'm in love with him. That's about it in a nutshell. He doesn't know it of course. What a wonderful boy he is... and not just his unique looks either, although they're something to see alright. His pale-tan complexion is so creamy smooth and healthy looking I want to lick it... kiss it...smell it. Oh man! That Chubby!

Yeah, Chub's got that beautiful skin, but I've got parents of English and Irish decent so my complexion is pale... to go with my light blond hair... well, I'd have to say the hair looks awful good. Chubby and me both have brown eyes... and our Moms say they sparkle,

and that sparkly eyes means there's a lot of intelligence behind those eyes. We roll our sparkly eyes when we hear BS like that, but our Moms have always been big fans of ours so they can say what they want. The four of us are sort of like a family. Two Moms and two boys... what's wrong with this picture?

Chubby's got dark brown, thick, silky hair that I like to comb and cut... that is, when he doesn't get it buzzed off. We've been giving each other haircuts for years. His hair has finally grown in some recently, following that unfortunate "Ricky" haircut, and he can now comb it down on top, it still bristles up at the crown though and I like to feel those bristly hairs when I get the chance. The sun shining on his face was striking his hair as well and it shined, looking so clean and dry and soft. It's fun staring at him... his facial features are small except for his eyes... they're big, but not bulgy or anything. Smallish nose, ears, and that cute chin... regular mouth with slightly puffy lips... lips that lately I've been dreaming about kissing. Oh hell, I'm a happy camper whenever I'm with Chubby... no matter what we're doing. When he gives me that little smile with the super white teeth and that pink tongue flashing by real quickly... and those dimples... man, that makes me smile.

We can be like this, totally doing nothing, just standing in the school yard... not talking or anything, and it's wicked relaxing ... with him it is.

Then the warning bell blares out and interrupts my thoughts... I take a deep breath of resignation and we wander, side by side, in the school's main entrance on our way to separate homerooms. I hardly see Chubby during the school day because... well, it just worked out that way. We didn't get assigned to the same classes, but maybe we'll be luckier next year. Before we split up, Chubby squeezes my hand and says, "Later" and I just nod and smile at him as he saunters coolly down the hall and disappears in among the throng of noisy kids. Everyone's extra hyper on the last day of school. Sitting in my home room I was wondering if Chubby can ever "see" my feelings of love for him somehow. At times those feelings are so strong it's almost like I can hear them so maybe he can see something.

Later in the day, which was dragging something terrible, someone goosed me in the hall in between classes... I whip around ready to fight, but it's Dodger and he's looking mighty cute. He says, "Oh, it's you, Dylan. With an ass that hot I thought I was goosing a chick." Just the smirky look on his face made me laugh. I say, "Sup. dude?" and Dodger says, "Nothing, man. Hey, can I come over with Robbie to your place after school. I need a haircut too...a fresh buzz cut." Without answering, I surprised him by getting him in a headlock and, knuckling the top of his head, I say, "You think I'd cut this hair? You must be going postal." He says, "Awww, come on, Dylan. You never want to do anything with me."

The bell rang so I said, "Of course I do, dude. Sure,

come over with your brother. I was just breaking your balls a little, that's all. See you later, Dodger!" Dodger's like, "Cool, Dylan!" Then he ran for his class. While sneaking unnoticed into my class late I had to smile from ear to ear. Both the Dickers brothers this afternoon for haircuts! WOW, it's almost too much "heat" at one time to trust myself with. Oh God, if only somehow, by some miracle, by some bit of magic, or twist of fate... if those two could be gay, or if even one of them is gay, oh my God would this summer rock like rock concert then!

OK, so I've got two cute boys to give haircut to this afternoon... that rocks pretty good right there. I've always enjoyed cutting Chubby's hair and never gave a thought as to why, until recently that is. Now I'm thinking it's a sensual thing and I simply wasn't able to recognize it for what it was before now. The intimate touching of course is part of it, but more than that it's the submissive posture of the boy getting his hair cut... just sitting there and letting me cut his hair pretty much the way I want to, me moving his head a little forward or backwards or to the side if I choose... whatever I want, he complies. That's a bit of a turn-on for me... I realized this just recently.

Things seem obvious once you let yourself see them clearly... see then as they actually are. I've had so many filters distorting my point of view from childhood... you know, preventing me from seeing things as they are. It's a fact, we're taught from an early age, through subtle ways, how the world SHOULD be... how my world should be, and how it's wrong if my world is some other way. So... our subconscious mind puts up defensive filters that only allow us to see things the way we've been taught we should, instead of seeing them as they actually are.

These subtle teachings of the ways of the world are not done maliciously at all... usually it's done with the best of intentions, and done mostly by those that love us the best. It's a societal thing. I'm not bitter, but maybe a little wistful because I'd like to have been able to appreciate the look and feel and smell of the many boys in my world before this. I've been surrounded by boys all through the school years, and I've simply ignored them until just recently. But that's changed now and I'll choose to look at this glass as half full because now I have finally come to see my true nature, without the filtering, and I can now enjoy all those hot boys.. This is another example of my habit of contemplating, and I admit it... I've given myself the beginning of popsicle headache, so I better give it a rest..

Classes finally over... Robbie and I met Dodger at our lockers. The brothers did that same quick hug thingie and quick-as-a-flash kiss on the lips when they met... just like they did that time at their pool. Obviously it's their routine greeting for each other. Wish they'd adopt that greeting for me too... and, while I'm at it... how about if Chubby adopts it as his greeting for me too. Hot damn! After their "hello" the three of us walked slowly to the gymnasium. Robbie had what he called a quick "break-up" meeting with the baseball team. He was one of the stars on the team this past year... it was being held there in the high school gym. They'd give out a few awards and elect team captains for next year and so on.

It was only suppose to take twenty minutes or so and since it was for team members only, Dodger and I decided to wait for Robbie in the empty gym locker room. I sat on a bench in front of one row of lockers facing away from the lockers and Dodger sat on the opposite bench the same way, facing me. Our knees touched as Dodger vented about how he wanted to work this summer cutting grass with Robbie and me... and how it sucked that his parents wouldn't let him do it till next year... and whine, whine whine. I pretended to listen, but mostly I enjoyed touching bare knees with him.

The locker room was empty except for us... it was spookily quiet in there. Dodger's whining voice made almost an echo in the empty space so he began speaking quieter and quieter until, by the time he ran out of things to say, his voice was a stage whisper. We both looked around at the emptiness in silence. It was weird... the two of us just siting there in that big quiet locker room... facing each other, less than two feet apart. Awkward for me and maybe Dodger too because he began biting the nail of his middle finger,

making a low wet-mouth sound as he did it. I'd had that nail biting habit as a young teen and what a bitch it was to break away from it. At his house that time I had explained to Dodger how I'd finally broke the habit, but he wasn't interested in it himself... he said he liked biting his nails.

Staring at him gnawing on a nub of fingernail it became hypnotic to me and it brought back memories of my own habit... I'd bite one nail down to the quick and continue getting tiny pieces to spit out for fifteen minutes after that. Dodger wasn't looking at me... after a while I'm not sure he even remembered that I was there. He was fixated on biting that fingernail and on nothing else... his adorable face was a mask of concentration. My lips were parted as I stared in fascination... the silence, except for the wet biting sounds, went on for a few more minutes and then Dodger slowly rolled his eyes up to look into mine. I stared back at him, panting little breaths... he stopped biting and began sucking on the end of that finger. Ever so deliberately, while we continued staring into each other's eyes... he took his finger, dripping with spit, and reached it over to my mouth.

His wet middle finger touched my bottom lip and he held it there doing tiny nods of his head up and down... his saliva from the finger drooled down my chin. In a trance-like state I slowly raised my hand to take hold of his wrist and held his hand right there at my mouth...after a few seconds my lips opened a tiny bit wider and I pushed that bitten-nailed, spit-dripping, finger in my mouth. I was panting faster now.. little puffs of breath through my nose as I went into my long-ago fingernail biting mode. It's like riding a bike... you never forget how. I adjusted my head slightly to the side and got my bottom teeth just right so that my top teeth could gnaw a tiny nub of nail off Dodger's finger and then spit it out the other side of my mouth. I got right into the ritual of fingernail biting as if I'd never stopped... I even took that nail down to the quick and spit out a nub of his finger's quick.

My concentration was intense now too, just like Dodger's had been... a few minutes later, and only as an after thought, I lifted my eyes to look at Dodger the way he'd done to me. Now it was his turn to stare at me transfixed, with his lips parted and the tip of his pink tongue showing between those perfect lips. What a cute face... with his fuzzy growing-in buzz cut hair, and those shiny brown eyes... all together he was so yummy it made me gasp. Without changing facial expressions he very slowly picked up my other hand, which I left limp for him... I knew instinctively what he was going to do, and for some strange reason, wanting him to do it. With a steady calmness he brought my hand up to his mouth and sucked my index finger inside the wet warmth.... his tongue lapped, and his mouth sucked the fingernail over and over. I was hypnotized by Dodger.

When his tongue had softened my nail sufficiently he got the big top piece of the nail between his top and bottom teeth and the entire top of the nail came off in one rip... a big piece of my nail was then spit out the side of his mouth. It hit and stayed on the locker room bench, about three feet down from me. It was a pretty big piece of shiny wet fingernail... that use to be attached to my finger. Dodger was then into precision bites of my nail getting it roughly down to the quick. Finished with that finger he went to the middle one next and began sucking and licking the nail in preparation for it's removal. I had a boner so hard you could break it off and hammer it into a tree... if you wanted to.

For a while now I'd just had Dodger's finger in my mouth sucking on it, not biting it. I was too intent on watching Dodger, fascinated with his apparent sense of purpose.... All of a sudden a vivid image appeared in my head... I pictured Chubby sitting naked on the closed toilet lid in our half bath, Dodger on his knees in front of him with Chubby's big toe in his mouth. Dodger sucking and tonguing that big toe's toenail to get it soft enough to chew off. It's a vision of Chubby's foot fetish... carried to a higher level. Chubby's head back, his eyes closed, and his lips tight together, moaning slightly in ecstasy while humping his naked crotch up off the toilet seat lid as Dodger ripped that big toenail off in one piece.. Sperm arching from Chubby's almost five inch boner, once, twice and another spurt as he groaned quietly with pleasure... Jesus! What a vision.

Abandoning that fantasy for my reality one, I watched the real life Dodger chew off and spit out my finger nails one by one. He had four nails chewed off pretty much, but they weren't nearly chewed down enough to satisfy a nail biting enthusiast like Dodger.... it was simple a matter of available time. If he had twenty minutes a nail he'd get each one down to the low level of his own fingernails, which were at or just below the quick. First though, he just wanted to get the large pieces taken care of.

My head felt over-heated, sweaty, heavy... and my breathing was shallow and then there's that hard boner of mine... it was all a very pleasurable, dreamy state of mind for me... but, a little scary too. Dodger had just finished off the nail of my little finger and had my thumb in his mouth when we heard a loud yell or cheer, and then the locker room doors burst open way over near the showers. Dodger's eyes opened wide and then we both took back possession of our hands and jumped up off the benches... the spell was broken. We froze there and looked at each other for a second ... Dodger horsely whispered, "You're so cool Dylan. You're the coolest dude I ever met". I stared at him with my lips parted.... like coming out of a trance.

Robbie shouted, "Guys, lets go. Move your asses, schools out!"... we went over to join Robbie. Walking down the hallway toward the high school's main entrance... leaving the building for the last time this year, we heard... "See ya next year mother fuckers"... someone on the baseball team had shouted out that vulgar goodbye... and then other shouts about this and that followed. I was still partially in that trance. My fingernail-chewed left hand was hidden away in the side pocket of my cargo shorts... it felt so strange not to have fingernails again. I scratched the inside of my pocket with the bare pads of my fingers and everything felt differently now. ..it was weird.

Dodger had the finger that I'd been chewing back in his own mouth, sucking on a drop of blood from the quick that I'd bitten too closely. Every once in a while he'd roll his pretty eyes over to look at me from the side and smirk around the finger he was sucking ... giving me a look that I couldn't interpret. I used the hand in my pocket, the one with no fingernails, to hold my boner sideways in my shorts as I smirked back at him... our eyes eventually smiled nicely at each other. Then as we walked off campus and I had this thought... what the fuck am I going to tell Chubby about my chewed fingernails?

Robbie talked about the "break-up" session he'd just had... he was voted one of next year's co-captains and was in a great frame of mind. It's hard to believe he was once kind of shy because now he was very outgoing with me. He wanted me to talk about how I learned to cut hair and how short did I think his haircut should be. We bantered back and forth, just Robbie and me... Dodger laughing at something funny we might say, but mostly he just chewed his fingernail and walked beside us saying nothing. Half way home Dodger shocked me again by putting his hand in my pocket. I had my fingernail-less hand in my left pocket and Dodger had his left hand in my right pocket. I said, "What the.. ?" Robbie looked over and casually explained, "Oh, that's how Dodger makes himself stop biting his fingernails. I'm glad you're here or he'd have his hand in my pocket."

It was a chuckle to those two, but my dick was achingly hard again. I tried to keep my boner away from my right pocket area but Dodger was doing everything he could to push the hanging pocket over between my legs. He giggled when I felt the pads of his fingers, through the pocket's material, rubbing my boner. Dodger leaned to me and stage whispered, "I'm telling that you have a boner in your pants". Robbie heard and those two started laughing, it was all so silly... I laughed too. Even after the laughing, Dodger still wouldn't stop rubbing my hard cock. Before we got home I had a wet precum spot on the front of my cargo shorts. That made them both laugh again with me blushing a dark red color... sweat popping out on my forehead. Jesus... these two are a handful.

Dodger took his hand out of my pocket as we went inside my air conditioned house. Generally speaking, I was feeling very hot so the cool room was quite a relief. Since they both already knew about my precum spot so I didn't bother to change into another pair of shorts. I was feeling self conscious about my chewed fingernails though, so I did my best to keep it away from Robbie's view while getting us all a coke. After taking a big gulp of Coke, for some reason I did one of Chubby's factoids, "Did ya know that Coke use to be green when it was first introduced?" Dodger said, with that world famous boyish grin on his face, "What a load of shit that is" which made me realize I couldn't back the factoid up so I just said, "Oh yeah?"

Why did I even bring that stupid thing up? I know why... it's because Dodger has me all fucked up in my head, that's why... he's worth the trouble though. Staring at them I'm thinking... WOW, are they cool looking boys. Robbie's my size... five foot, ten inches and about a hundred, thirty pounds. Dodger's about Chubby's size which is five foot six inches and a hundred fifteen pounds. Both brothers are slim, obviously.. but they still managed to have naturally well built bodies. It's a "genes' thing, you got em' or you don't... they do. Robbie has the blond hair and blue eyes... Dodger has the brown hair and brown eyes and is proportionately smaller that Robbie, but other than that... they're like identical twins... who happened to be born two years apart. They'll make you do a double take the first couple of times you see them together.

Really nice boys too... super cool... they like to mess around having fun as much as the next guy... especially Dodger, but mostly real nice boys! They both have the pinkish white skin with those rosy blotches in their cheeks. Natural, little boy grins with the dimples and all that... a seemingly shy quality... until they get to know ya. Blushing pink bow lips with the ultra pink mouths and white teeth... their top teeth have a very slight separation between all of them. Huck Finn, or something. They look wicked clean all the time because of their great coloring. It was fun just looking at them actually ... oh, and they smelled good too. What can I say... I was happy to know them and happy to be with them and excited about giving them haircuts. Life is good...

We stopped at my room so I could exchange my school Polo shirt for a T shirt. Dodger went right over and flopped on my bed. He pulled my pillow out from under the bedspread and smelled it... "It smells just like you, Dylan" and he lay his head on it and pretended to go to sleep. He likes to play the "spoiled brat" act sometimes, but only in a funny way. I said, "You can take a nap little boy while I'm giving your big brother his haircut" but Dodger goes, "Oh no you don't! I want to watch Robbie get all his beautiful hair cut off". Then down to the finished basement we go to do just that. I carried one of the kitchen bar stools with me for the boys to sit on while I cut their hair.

Chubby and I give each other haircuts in the little powder room, but that's too tight for three of us so I set the kitchen stool in the tiled area near the washer dryer. Hair is easy to sweep off tile like in the laundry area or the powder room half bath, but a bitch to sweep up off a carpet like the finished part of our basement has. Sitting on the stool, Robbie's head was a perfect height for me... just below eye level. He did have beautiful hair, just like Dodger said...I'm not bragging, but it's my shade of blond... real light with streaks of darker blond. Robbie's hair is different in one way though... it has a lot more curl than mine.

Combing through it to get out any tangles, I thought... I never had hair this long in my whole life. Then I thought about Willie who has that over the ear hairstyle, and how about Larry... Larry's hair was straight down to his chin level, all around his head. It looked stupid if you ask me. Robbie's hair wasn't as long as either of those guys... when it was frizzy from damp weather or something it almost looked like a very long, blond Afro... almost. While I was getting the clippers, scissors, and trimmer out, Robbie says, "I'd better take off my shirt so I don't get all those itchy hair clippings on it" and he pulled his shirt over his head. I was standing right next to him when he did it and a nice wave of warm air from under his shirt, smelling so sexily of Robbie, floated over me. Yum!

I'd already seen his hot smooth hairless body when I was at his place for a swim that time, but I looked again because Robbie's special. He's a natural athlete and he's got the body to prove it... all the flowing subtle muscular definition I wish I had. The perfect male form for a seventeen year old boy and I knew Dodger had a slightly smaller and slightly hotter version of the same exact perfect male form. I bit my bottom lip and took it all in for just two seconds... I didn't want to get caught staring.

Chubby and I use a piece of old bed sheet we'd cut-up as a barber's cape, but Robbie didn't want it around him... just in his lap, "This will keep the hair off my shorts, Dylan, but I don't want it around my neck. I'd rather feel the hair slide off my shoulders and down my back and all... that'll be cool. Ya know?" Well, actually... no, I didn't know, but I shrugged and said, "I'm good with that". He'd told me earlier to cut his hair the way mine was cut and he'd see how that style looked on him... he may even want to go shorter. Dodger had his ipod headset on and sat on the clothes dryer, right in front of us, listening to tunes and watching me cut his brothers hair. Damn! Is he cute... I need to concentrate on the haircut though, not Dodger.

I could have gone right to the clippers and been done with the haircut in ten minutes, but I wanted to have fun ... so, to stretch it out, I started with the comb, scissors and finger technique. That's the one where I comb a batch of his hair in between my index and middle fingers and hold it in place to be sliced off with the scissors. This way I get to feel all of Robbie's hair and touch his scalp and touch his forehead and all kinds of good stuff like that. It's fun having this cute boy acting submissive and under my control for a few minutes. I could kind of see the attraction that Tom the Marine... and, for that matter, Carl and Larry, have for being dominant to me.

It's not nearly the same thing with the haircut, of course... just a taste of it.

Then, just to entertain myself I said, "Sit up straight, Robbie... I need to reach all over your head". Robbie straightened his posture and I pretended I wasn't satisfied and said, "Here, sit back on the stool and sit-up straighter than that". Robbie turned his head with a questioning look because of my tone of voice, probably... he did his best to comply. I nodded my head authoritatively when he'd looked back at me, as if I meant business. Heh heh, then I smiled to myself and suppressed a laugh... it was fun being the dominant one. Maybe I'll switch roles sometime. Probably not though, I don't feel confident enough about myself for that role. All the same, it's fun pretending.

All settled in now... time to begin. I did a couple more comb throughs pulling hair between my fingers for practice. I used my left hand to hold the clumps of hair and the fingers on that hand looked so strange without fingernails. Then glancing from my fingers to Dodger, he knew what I was looking at... he looked back at me and licked his lips, blushing slightly when he did it. Then he followed the blush with a defiant look... as if he were implying, "hey, you wanted them chewed" or something like that. I did a little smile to that everything's Ok... to that he nodded toward my other hand. I shook my head 'no' but he gave me a knowing look and nodded his head 'yes'... I hope he was kidding. Robbie wasn't paying attention to us, he was watching MTV on our big screen TV at the other end of the room.

The first batch of Robbie's hair combed between my fingers was from the front of his head. I got all the hairs halfway across his forehead between my two fingers ready to be cut off... they were long hairs and hung over my index finger to lay back down on Robbie's forehead. Closing the scissors just above my fingers caused a batch of four inch long shiny light blond hair to lazily tumble down from his head to bounce off his bare chest and land in Robbie's lap. He made a swallowing sound in his throat and a little gasp, but he kept his head still for me. Left behind was an inch of bangs laying flat on the left side of his forehead... hair so short it wasn't curly anymore.

I looked with a grin at Robbie's new one inch bangs and the way they contrasted with the remaining five inch long hairs along the other half of his hairline. Casually combing those long hairs up between my fingers I closed the scissors on them too, a subtle "crunch" sound ensued and all the rest of those hairs were cut loose and lazily joined the first group adding to a pile of beautiful boy's hair in Robbie's lap. All the way across his forehead now there remained only one inch long straight bangs where just a few seconds ago five inches of curly hair had been hiding almost all of Robbie's forehead... not anymore.

So cool...

More hair combed between my fingernail-less fingers... then crunch after crunch goes the scissors as they sliced through Robbie's hair. Damn, this was fun. Dodger stared at my haircutting with wide eyes and lips slightly parted... a sliver of saliva connected between his top lip and his bottom one. I looked at him with a wry smirk, but he didn't notice... he was completely absorbed in watching me cut off almost all of his brothers hair. From time to time Dodger groped himself, but he's a fifteen years old boy, and at that age boys are always playing with themselves. At fifteen I always was, in any case.

It took ten minutes to cut down all Robbie's hair to the same length of about an inch. Then I used the clippers that I could have used in the first place. With a half inch comb on the clippers I ran them half way up the back of Robbie's head and then the sides... and then blended the hair from a half inch length to the inch long hairs on top. A little neatening-up with the scissors and the final result was a haircut like the one I had. Robbie could choose to comb it down on top and up in front or spike it on top all over...cool. Last thing was to use the fine toothed, trimmer, clippers to edge around his ears and taper at the neck a little. Robbie was now very spiffy looking, if you like "preppy"... which I do.

During Robbie's haircut, at times I cupped the palm of my hand under his chin moving his head back... or I palmed the crown of his head moving his head forward... or I'd grab hold of his shoulders while I leaned close to his head to say something that would make Robbie laugh or nod his head... and when he did, I'd have to instruct him firmly, "Keep your head still Robbie". All kinds of stuff like that... what a good time I had. When I was near his head to mumble something to him I would just about swoon at the boyish odor of him... his hair smelled like clean, boy's hair... just like it should, no perfumed shampoo or anything like that. It was awesome.

Before I was satisfied that the haircut was completed, I stood in front of him with a concerned look on my face, trying not to grin, and... holding his chin between my thumb and index finger I moved his head this way and that. I was pretending to be sure both sides were even... of course, since I used the same attachment on the clippers for both sides, how could they be anything else but even? I was just goofing around and dragging the process out a little more. Robbie finally said he was anxious to look at his new hairdo so I gave him a handheld mirror and he said, "Oh man, you're good, dude! WOW, this is so cool" and he took the handheld mirror into the powder room to look in that mirror, checking out the back of his head

by using both mirrors.

Dodger said, "My turn, Dylan" and he got on the stool.

He seemed nervous and jittery... squirming around and all. Short of breath and basically not the normal Dodger.... I couldn't figure out a reason for this behavior. Unlike his brother, Dodger wanted the cape all around him. That was fine except it meant he didn't take off his shirt... unfortunately! He wanted me to use the #2 clipper blade which meant his hair would only be about one-third of an inch long. That's a short buzzcut alright... but actually, the shape of his head, and his hairline, and the texture of his hair, all combined to pull it off... he looked hot with it.

Dodger was wicked cool with that buzz... he could be the poster boy for buzzcuts. His brown hair, even a third of an inch long, was soft and there were so many hairs packed into each square inch of scalp that even buzzed his hair felt like velvet. During the short time his haircut had taken to do... Dodger, uncharacteristically, had remained quiet throughout. He'd gasped air out in a burst every once in a while and he squirmed some too... also, I think he was playing with himself again. Even with all that, the haircut went well and when it was over I rubbed the palms of my hands all over his head pretending to brush out the loose snippets. Dodger pushed his head back in my direction while I massaged his scalp. He seemed to really like the head massage so I did it three more times. It was a real effort keeping myself from hugging his neck and head against me... what a sweetheart that kid is.

Dodger went in the bathroom right after his haircut and, watching him go, I smelled the palms of my hands... it was like having Dodger right there in the palm of my hand. Oh man, this was a great afternoon for me. While I was doing Dodger's haircut, Robbie had been at the other end of the room watched MTV and drinking another coke. He wasn't interested in watching the haircutting like Dodger had been. A couple minutes later, I was sweeping-up the hair when Dodger calls out from the powder room that he needs Robbie for a second... Robbie ambled over and went inside the half bath as I got a dustpan and brush to finish the clean-up.

Then... "Ah, Dylan... would you mind looking at something in here for a sec..?" I'd just pulled the tab on another can of Coke myself.. I go, "Sure, dude... sup?" as I was sauntering over to that little powder room. The door was open now and right away I see Dodger, with his pants down, grimacing and saying, "It hurts. Don't touch it Robbie, you're too rough." Dodger's baggy shorts were around his ankles and his jockey shorts were stretched and suspended between his knees. To be honest, the first thing that really caught my eye was the wet precum stain at the front of his jockeys and the long brown skid mark across the crack. I thought immediately of Dodger's little speedo bathing suit with identical skid marks which I was kind of forced into wearing that time at their pool. This boy needs to learn to wipe himself better.... that's one of the things he needs to learn.

Robbie says, "Dodger has something wrong with his dick, but now he won't pull back that foreskin again so we can see it." Dodger whines, "It hurts too much... I can't do it and Robbie's too rough. Can you be gentle, Dylan?" I'm like, "Huh?" I'd seen his teen package at the pool that same day I had to wear his skid marked bathing suit, and let me tell ya, this boy has the most outstanding looking penis, balls, and pubes I've ever seen. And, I've been taking showers with hundreds of boys over the years in gym class so I've seen a bundle of packages to compare it to. My mind flashed a quick-as-lightning thought through my brain.. "you've been looking at boys dick and balls in gym class all these years? I never realized that".

"Well, what do ya think, Dylan. Can ya do it?" asked Dodger. "Sure, I'll try little dude." Robbie and I change places and I'm right in front of Dodger who immediately clasped his hands behind my neck and pulls my head down to his height to put his head against the side of my face... there was perspiration on his forehead. "Do it easy, Dylan" he moans as he's holding around my neck tightly, anticipating some pain. Robbie says, by way of explanation... "Dodger's got a thing about haircutting and he sprung a boner while you were cutting his hair. When that little thing went down the foreskin covered the head of his dick again, and he has a sore dick there at the head which, I guess, kind of got agitated. Were you wacking off in here, ya little homo? " Dodger's like, "Fuck no! What do ya think, man? I was taking a wizz, that's all."

Those two are something, alright. Dodger's package consist of the normal things, regular size penis, balls, and a little sparse pube patch, but they all look perfect... like a simple pencil drawing... there are no imperfections or veins or hair on his nuts or bends in his dick or anything except they're all pink and yummy looking . I'm not kidding... I just stared at them for a few seconds before carefully picking up Dodgers penis. I said, "You get a boner from getting your hair cut? That's weird, dude". Dodger said, "Yeah, it's weird, but cool too. Be careful with my dick... go slow".

As soon as I pulled on his foreskin the slightest bit he's back with the pleas, "Ohhh, be careful... it'll really hurt." I looked over at Robbie and he shrugged, like..." you got me... this is news to me too?" Then he mouthed to me, out of Dodger's view.. "He's a big baby". I smiled and slowly, with a steady hand, retracted the foreskin down off the head of his dick some. He'd been circumcised, but enough foreskin was left to cover half of that beautiful penis head, with it's twinkling pee-slit eye... ah! nice. But there's work to do, so with Dodger going, "Ow ow.. oh oh", I pulled the foreskin completely back and saw two red sores right where the shaft of his cock meets the tulip head... they looked ominous alright. I said, "holy shit, what are they?" Robbie goes, "That's what we were hoping you'd know. You never got those, I guess?" I said, "Ah, no... I'd remember if I had those things on my dick".

"He's too embarrassed to tell Mom or Dad. Got any ideas Dylan?" I said, "Yeah, let's Google these things. You know ... "penis sores"... or something like that. See what comes up." Dodger groans, "Fuck... that's so obvious. Why didn't we think of that, Robbie? You are one dumbass big brother." Robbie goes, "Push that skin back and forth over those sores a few times for me, will ya Dylan" It was all kind of funny. My computer's in my bedroom, but Dodger didn't want me to let go of the foreskin. He said he was too shaky to hold it without pulling the foreskin back and forth and causing himself pain. So, with Dodger's arm around my neck and my free arm around his waist, we took baby steps up the stairs and into my bedroom... me holding his penis all the way. I heard Robbie stifling laughter at our expense all the way there too. We did look pretty ridiculous.

During the whole trip Dodger's cock was getting harder and harder until finally it became a full blown boner.

Inside my bedroom I asked, "ya think I can let go of this thing now Dodger, your boner has stretched out some and that foreskin can't reach the sores now." He said, "No!... please, keep holding it. Let's not change anything, this is fine. It's not hurting like this." It was fine with me too, but I had to go through the motions so I did a fake exasperated sigh and held on to his hard penis thinking how much I'd like to suck that thing AFTER those sores heal up. We "Googled"... "penis sores" ...and lots of stuff came up. Most of the stuff was related to sexual relations that Dodger doesn't have, except with his hand, so that left one possibility... and, really... only one.

"How many times a day are you masturbating, Dodger?" Robbie asked the question like he really couldn't believe that's what caused those nasty penis sores. Dodger was reading the same stuff on the computer screen that we were, so obviously he had to come to the same conclusion we'd come to. He whined, "How many times do I jerk off?" Robbie goes, "Yeah, how many?" Dodger's doing a little more squirming now as he says, "Ya mean other then when we do it together every night?" and Robbie's like, "Yeah.. in addition to that." I'm thinking... they do it together every night?"

Dodger looks at the ceiling like he's counting, or thinking, or maybe stalling... then whines out, "My balls generate one hell of a lot of sperm. It's freakish, man! I gotta do something to protect my health. You know about cows that get their bladders all filled up with milk and they'd probably die or something if someone don't milk em. You ever hear about that?" Robbie and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes. Robbie says, "How many times?" and Dodger says, "Oh, I don't keep count ya know. Maybe four or five other times." Robbie and me just started laughing and given high fives to each other. Dodger's all red in the face calling us assholes. He knocks my hand away from his boner, goes "OW! God damn it" and then starts laughing too.

According to the medical advise we found through Google... the only real cure for his penis sores is to stop masturbating entirely for two or three days. Dodger cried out, "My nuts will explode" and we were all having a good laugh. In the end Robbie and I promised we wouldn't masturbate for three day either... showing our support for Dodger. He goes, "Really guys? Ya promise?" and we both promised and a little later Robbie walks by me and mumbles, "Right.. I'm not going to wack off for three days. Sure! Who's kidding who?" I said, "Christ...I already did it five minutes ago, right after you two left my bedroom" and we had another good laugh.

We put some Vaseline on the sores, just to do something, and then a little later we made up a frozen pizza in the microwave and bull shit with one another some more while we ate it. Robbie kept checking himself out in that mirror over our sofa and playing with his new hair do. Every few minutes I rubbed Dodger's velvet buzzed hair and he was just about purring after awhile. Then we played computer games in my bedroom... Dodger is awesome... he's a genius with computer games. When Robbie's on my computer, trying to beat Dodger's score, Dodger and me lay on my bed watching him. And, like Chubby, Dodger likes to get right up next to me... I had no complaints about that.

If I'd neglected to rub his buzzed head for too long Dodger would pick up my hand and put it on his head, a smirky grin on his face. Other times he'd pretend to get my right hand to his mouth as if he was going to bite off those fingernails too. He was showing me all these knowing facial expressions... they could mean anything as far as I was concerned. I have no idea what's on that little pecker's mind, if anything. Robbie's oblivious to Dodger's and my inter-play, concentrating on the computer screen. I happened to glance at the clock and was surprised to see how late it was. The boys had to get home for dinner and Chubby would be home from work soon... so, they got their few things together and we walked outside. It had cooled down to a pleasant temperature by now.

Out on the sidewalk, the brothers gave me one arm hugs and pats on the back. Neither of them gave me that quick-as-a-flash kiss on my lips though. Happily, both brothers repeated that they really liked their haircuts and I was their barber from now on. Yes! Robbie reminded me to be at his Dad's company garage by seven AM tomorrow morning and then they ambled away...Robbie with his arm across Dodger's shoulders, chatting animatedly about... well, who knows what. I watched them until they turned the corner together... what a pair! This had been an awesome afternoon... then, looking at my left hand... the one Dodger chewed the fingernails off of, I thought, "Robbie never noticed, maybe Dylan won't either." I used an emory board from Mom's dressing table to even the four chewed nail as much as I could so they wouldn't looked bitten... a little preventive strategy, just in case.

**************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 5 **********************

chapter 2

of 3

Later... sitting on the step outside my condo waiting for Chubby, smoking a cigarette while I was reliving today's fun afternoon... just chillin. Unknown to me, Chubby comes up behind me while I'm in one of my spaced-out trances and he roughly grabs my shoulders shouting "AHHH"... I almost peed my pants... then I'm sputtering and coughing from too big an inhale off my cigarette. Chubby was in a great mood today, for once... yucking it up at my expense. When he stopped laughing he said, "Well, Dylan... at least I didn't catch you playing with yourself like I usually do." I'm saying, "You do not.. liar! You never catch me playing with myself" as we were walking up the steps to our condos.

Chubby hugged me around my shoulders to show he's just teasing and then goes, "Hey, no homework tonight... we're on summer break, dude! That's so great! Do the run with me tonight, Dylan. I need to stretch my muscles and a run will feel so good." I'm like, "Yo, great idea. Let's change" and Chubby adds, "After our run, I'm treating you to dinner... a little celebration. The guys on my crew got a bonus envelope today at work." I'm like, "Wicked cool!" Then, just as I'm about to go in my front door he says, " By the way, what happened to your fucking fingernails?" I told him the lie I'd thought up... "Oh, fuck, yeah. Two of my nails got bent back and almost broke when I was putting in a screen for the bathroom window. Nothing I could do but cut them down, so I did the others to make them even..." Chubby made a face, looked me in the eyes for three second, said, "Liar!" and laughed... adding, "I don't care, except you better not start biting them again or I'll kick your ass." And he headed up to his place... I had to smile to myself watching Chubby's hot buns as he climbed the stairs... he knows me so well.

We met right back outside ten minutes later wearing running shorts and T shirts. Nodding at each other, we took off jogging. The running at first went easily and I told Chubby about how cool it had been giving the Dickers brothers haircuts today and about young Dodger's jerk-off problems with his dick. We got to laughing pretty good about that. He told me about his bonus money. His crew, led by the infamous Ricky, usually does only private homes except today there was an emergency and they were assigned a commercial property. They did such a great job cleaning a bank's windows in downtown Framingham that the Vice President of that branch signed the company up for five other branches, which earned them the bonus. Chubby thought they might need to hire another kid now too.

It didn't take but half a minute to think about that... I told Chubby I was sticking with cutting grass... it seems easier than washing windows ... and, of course, there's that Ricky person to consider. No thanks, me and window washing don't mix... Chub just shrugged and quickly agreed... "Oh sure, I can see your point there, dude" and we ran on. If I didn't know better I'd say he looked relieved that I didn't want that job washing windows. That's odd because from the beginning we've really wanted to work together.

In the end, our run took longer than it use to because Chubby had to really slow down for the third and forth miles... he's losing his wind. Naturally, I looked wistfully down the rest area cut-off trail... no Marine in sight... I think I was disappointed. Never-the-less, it felt great running with Chubby again. Just looking over and seeing his face next to me makes me feel good... Chubby, my favorite face. I do love him so, but also I like to just be with him as a best friend too. I feel so close to him... no one knows me better than Chubby, not even my Mom. Chubby and me have spent many, many more hours together than I've spent with Mom. Same for Tris, his Mom and Chubby..

After the run we showered then met outside dressed in khaki pants and short sleeve, button up the front shirts. That's "dressed-up" for us two. Chubby was buying us dinner at Ken's Steak house which is a fairly long walk from our place. We walked slow, smoked and talked about last year at school and how we missed our old life together... how the old times were the best times ever. Chubby would reach over and squeeze my hand every time he made a point of some kind... I love that.

At the restaurant we got seated at a table for four in the main dining room and when the waitress asked if we wanted something to drink we tried ordering two beers.

The waitress laughed in our face... not in a mean way, in a good natured way. We did not join in... after a brief argument we grumpily settled for iced tea. Both of us ordered the same thing for dinner too... prime rib of beef, medium rare... mashed potatoes, summer squash and Ken's regular salad with Ken's Italian dressing.

During dinner, which we ate every drop of including two rolls each... we had plenty to talk about... in between mouthfuls of food we talked non-stop. I absolutely loved being in that dining room, just Chubby and me...it was fantastic. We talked about lots of things... like getting our drivers license. Chubby saying, "No fucking way am I going into my senior year of fucking high school without a drivers license. Do I look like some kind of dweeb to you? No fucking way. And another thing, Dylan... we're getting our own fucking car too... you'll need to bust your ass cutting grass and I'll bust my ass washing windows, and then... fucking A, we're riding to school next year, my friend. Not fucking walking... riding, dude." He punctuated all the important aspects of that speech by gesturing with his fork, coming a bit too close to poking my eye out at one point.

Chubby gets on a conversational roll and I eat while I listen to him, and then after that I go off on my topic du jour which is this summer's two week vacation with our Moms. I went on about how Chubby and I need to put our fucking foot down and get our asses back to Wildwood. Cape Cod is fine for guys that can get in bars, but there is very little for a couple of teenage boys to do after dinner on the Cape... in the evening.

Some sort of go cart speedway is all I could find by "Googling" the Cape Cod town we were suppose to stay at... that might be fun for one night, but come on... we're seventeen... go carts! Get fucking real. Plus you can't get around the Cape without a car so our Moms need to drive us wherever we want to go. That simply sucks!

Reminding Chubby about the boardwalk in Wildwood elicited a vigorous head nod by Chubby because Wildwood has the boardwalk that rocks! Chubby was totally in agreement with my way of thinking and now all we had to do was get our Moms to cancel the reservations they'd made for the Cape and make them for Wildwood... same motel as last year would work. We were really accomplishing things tonight. Chubby said we should have a dinner out once a month to decide on important matters like we did tonight. I said, "Fucking A... Yeah, we should". Oh man, we had a great old time at dinner. It's so cool to be in an adult restaurant... just us teens. If only the waitress wasn't such a bitch about the beers.

Oh my God, it was so excellent, and them Chub says "What the fuck... we'll get dessert too". We got white cake with white icing for dessert. The whole thing, including almost a fifteen percent tip, cost sixty dollars. Chubby looked a little pale leaving the three twenty dollar bills with the check. His bonus had been fifty dollars. Oh well... I built him up and thanked him profusely on the way home and whenever there was fifteen seconds of silence Chubby would ask, "Seriously Dylan, you ever have a better dinner than that?" and I'd sincerely say, "No. I swear to God I never did. And, that fucking cake killed... didn't it?" We went on and on. It was the best time until we were approaching the Dairy Queen on our way home and some girl yells out, "Jeffy, Jeff over here".

Chubby looks over at her, nods his head and says to me, "Oh, it's that girl from my homeroom... Rita Zintorous. She's off the wall, dude... and naturally she has this wicked crush on my ass. Let's see what she's up to." Chubby waves at her and as we wait for a break in traffic to cross the street, I light up a Marlboro Light... might as well be cool. We saunter over toward the old picnic table outside the Dairy Queen... there's maybe fifteen teens milling around, acting like fools. We walk up to the table and Chubby uses my line, "Yo, Sup?". She says, "Where ya going Jeff?" Quite the conversationalist, these two...

There are three other girls with Rita... I don't know any of them. One of the girls has a sweatshirt on that reads..."I MAY NOT BE MRS RIGHT" and in smaller letters under that is ... "but I'll fuck ya till she shows up". I'm thinking... these chicks are trailer trash. There are a lot of very low income families in Framingham and some of them are rough and tough and not too classy. Chubby starts bragging about buying his number one home boy, me, dinner tonight at Ken's Steak House and the girls are impressed. They'd never even been in Ken's. Chubby's acting like we eat there all the time ... I'm just acting aloof and cool.

A breeze blows my exhaled smoke toward the picnic table and a heavy set girl with very muscular legs says, "Hey, watch the smoke. I don't wanna get cancer from your freaking second hand smoke." It was said in such a mean-spirited way... just totally unnecessary, made me think about using a line I've been saving for just the right occasion. It goes like this.. "No, I don't have tourette's, you really are a cunt!". Clever, huh? I didn't use it here because I'm pretty sure none of these babes knows what "tourette syndrome" is. Instead I say, "Jeez, what charm school did you go to, hefty? " and she goes, "fuck you, slick" and I'm like "you too, horseface" and Chubby starts laughing and so does Rita so I just turned my back and took a couple steps away from the table. The fat girl's fuming and cursing like a drunken sailer commiserating with the other trailer trash sluts at the table....

I'm pissed! ... but some battles you just can't win. Taking another drag off my cigarette I glance up at this hot looking boy who's with some kid I think may have been in my band class last year. The hottie is a little taller than me with a baby face and a recent, real cool short haircut. I look at him for that fraction of a second too long and he catches me staring. Man, he's got a baby face, but he comes on like gangbusters. Big booming voice, "Hey, what the fuck are you looking at asshole?" real loud so lots of kids turn to look. This is out-fucking-rageous! I've been here less than three minutes and two separate people are yelling at me ...calling me names and making me look like a dork.

I decide to make one attempt at letting this slide.. I turned away and take a step back to Chubby, who's looking back at me now too. He's got this menacing frown on his face. I was telling myself "forget it! It's not worth it" ... but then babyface calls out, "Yo, faggot, I'm talking to you." My face got dark red and I whip around and yell out the fat girl's clever retort from a minute ago. "Fuck you!" I screamed, and then flick my cigarette butt at him. Unfortunately I can't flick a butt like Chubby can and mine went sideways and bounced off a little boy's ass.

The little boy looks over at me with a puzzled expression and then feels his ass where there was a tiny cigarette burn on his shorts... then he continues walking along next to his mommy licking his soft serve ice cream. My next move, charging babyface... takes him totally by surprise and we go down on the blacktop in a heap. I'm in a rage of injustices against me tonight ... My arms flailing and fist connecting with face, neck, body... same flailing from him, both of us inflicting some damage on the other.

My first thought when I crashed into this kid was... "beer breath". He'd been drinking. To me that meant I had my second advantage in the last thirty seconds. One, I sucker tackled him... he never expected it, and two... he's a little drunk and not a hundred percent coordinated like I was. Good thing I had those two things going for me too because I was barely holding my own as it was. This kid was tough... most teens are and it's just a matter of who has the balls to fight. I've been in half a dozen fights during my high school years and I don't think I've actually ever won... that's true, not even one of them outright, but you don't have to. Even when the other guy out-fights you, he still took a beating while doing it and the word gets around that it's best not to push Dylan Newman's buttons too hard cause he's a little crazy... especially if his little bud Chubby is with him because he's more than a little crazy.

Of course, none of that helps if you're encountering some numbnuts who's out of the loop and hasn't gotten the word about us being crazy yet. I wasn't into the fight for even thirty seconds before the cavalry arrives... Chubby piles on and we're doing a number on this poor bastard till we hear the sirens. We hop off babyface then ...and of course there's cursing back and forth between us and babyface and babyface's two friends, who hadn't actually jumped into the fight. They just tried pulling Chubby and me off their friend... maybe they HAD gotten the word on us. Lots of threatening remarks as we all scatter before the cops pull in. The Dairy Queen parking lot is the site of at least one fight per weekend... this was a rarer week-night fight, but after all... it is summer break.

A couple of streets away from the Dairy Queen we take inventory of the damage. My eyebrow is cut and has some blood on it and my cheek and top lip feel swollen. Chubby wasn't hit in the face at all that we could tell. We both were smoking now... trouble is, the adrenaline in my system was making me feel a little nauseous... I did not want to throw-up that sixty dollar Ken's Steak House dinner, so I didn't do much inhaling from the cigarette. It was more of a prop helping to make me look tough in case anyone else was thinking about giving me any shit.

The night was getting cooler so that helped me recover... after walking a few more blocks I knew I wasn't going to hurl. I was still "high" from the fight though so I only half heard Chubby's lecture about never starting a fight with a kid who's been drinking at a Dairy Queen. "It's a known fact that beer and soft serve ice cream do not fucking mix. You should know that, Dylan. There's something in that fucking soft serve... I don't know what the fuck it is, but it just makes kids stupid... and you add beer to the mix and you got yourself potential for real trouble. That's all I'm fucking saying." I'd have had a good laugh, but I was still feeling a little shaky, like ya get after a fight... not before or during, but after.

By the time we'd walked most of the way home we were telling each other how we kicked some ass tonight. Chubby goes, "You'd think these dumb bastards would know better than to fuck with either of us when we're together... ya know. I mean, they're going to have both of us beating their fucking heads in if they do. Jesus H Christ! are these assholes brain dead?" I was feeling good enough by now to chuckle and enjoy Chubby's outlandish view of life. God, I love him so much. I said, "I know it's not necessary to say this... but thanks for getting my back there, bro. You're the best friend a boy ever had, Chubby!" We stopped walking... Chubby took in a lot of air and then a big exhale, his eyes misty... and then we did a long hug, glad to have each other to hug... Chubby said, "For you? Are you shitting me, Dylan, I'm always going to be there for you bro... always, always, always!" Damn, he makes me feel good.

As soon as we got back home we checked each other out in the little half bathroom downstairs. Chubby washed my eyebrow cut with disinfectant, which stung... he told me I was going to have a black eye tomorrow as part of the hit that caused my swollen cheek. I also had a raw elbow where it scraped on the blacktop and a swollen top lip that was cut on the inside... Chubby cleaned the elbow scrape with the "ouch!" disinfectant again and a big patch band aid went over the whole thing. He told me to put ice on my lip, but I never did. Pretty impressive way for me to start my new job... just coming off a fight... not! We looked at each other and nodded our heads and I said, "Cool night tonight, dude! It rocked." and Chubby said, "Yeah it did, didn't it? Good luck on your first day at work, Dylan" and we did a fast hug this time and he went upstairs to go to bed. I did the same.

Next morning I was up much earlier than I had to be because I was nervously anxious about doing something new today. It's the job of course, but also I had to catch a bus I'd never taken before to get to their place of business... it wasn't at Robbie's house. So I was at the bus stop twenty minutes before the bus was due, just to be safe. Lots of blue collar workers on the bus... blacks, whites and Hispanics, all going to do manual labor jobs, like me... jobs of one sort or another. It was six-fifteen in the morning. I get boners on buses all the time... from the motion I guess, so that was fun... but not so much fun walking down the aisle to get off at my stop with a boner poking out the front of my cargo shorts. Damn! I heard the quiet snickers all the way down the aisle too.

From the bus stop I had to walk five blocks and then, there it was... a big sign "DICKERS LANDSCAPING AND DESIGN" I'd be cutting grass for private homes, but two other crews worked on commercial properties and then Mr Dickers had a crew who did the landscape design side of the business. Mrs Dickers and another woman worked in the office. Bigger operation than I thought. I tried both doors I could find, both were locked. This early in the morning it was quite cool so I was shivering after ten minutes in front of the building.

After waiting fifteen minutes Mr and Mrs Dickers, with Robbie, pulled up in their pick-up. Mrs Dickers complimented me on the haircuts I'd given the boys and she said they'd buy the coffees each morning if I'd continue being the boy's barber. I said, "Gee, thanks. That's a great deal." They had coffees with them this morning, and Robbie had one for me. It's so nice to have a friend to help you get acclimated on a new job... a new anything, really.... someone looking out for you. Robbie showed me the changing room where we each had a locker. On the job we wore the company-issued shorts and T shirt... kind of a uniform. I was given two sets of Ts and shorts and a baseball cap with their company logo on it..

A couple of college students, who were part of the summer crew working on commercial properties, joked about Robbie and I being the Bobbsey twins..."Hey Robbie, I didn't know you had a twin, she's cute" ... and stuff like that. I guess the twins thing popped up because we have very similar hair and it's cut the same way too... but also we're the same age and general body shape and all that... I don't know why they said "she". We exchanged some friendly insults with them, but I was flattered to be considered Robbie's twin... even jokingly. After the two college kids left, Robbie asked, "Who beat the shit out of you, Dylan?" he said it jokingly. I brushed it off with, "A minor misunderstanding ... all straightened out now". Robbie sort of nodded his head like maybe he was impressed. So, that worked out OK.

After changing, Robbie took me to meet the third boy on the crew, Joel Mc Carty. He'd dropped out of high school three years ago when he was in the tenth grade.

A very quiet, introspective boy who was neither good looking nor ugly. Just pale brown everything and plain looking, is the best way to put it. Long ponytail and about ten tattoos and a pierced nostril. Joel was very ripped, I must say. He'd been standing there shirtless when we walked up to him. My, my... what a fucking body. He definitely worked out. We did a half-second long handshake and that was it except he stared at me hard and long until Robbie and I walked away. Later that morning he gave me a look I couldn't figure out... and then a few other times I'd look up or something and there's Joel staring at me with piercing dark eyes. Gave me the creeps, man. He's not someone I'm going to fuck with. I'll leave it at that..

Joel and the group foreman, Toby Sylvester, rode ride-on lawn mowers cutting the grass. Robbie had to strap the blower thingie on his back to blow all the loose grass cutting off sidewalks and what have you... and then, me being the newest member of the team, I had the worse job which is operating the edger. It's actually a professional strength stick lawn edger or what I always called a weed wacker. It was a little heavier than any weed wacker I'd picked up though... and I can imagine after working with that thing for a while it will be a ball buster... the blower guy, Robbie, supposedly will spell me when he has the time.

Not a lot of fun, but it's seven dollars an hour and I'd already been on the job over fifteen minutes just meeting the guys. How much is that? I made almost two bucks already...

Robbie took me over to where the foremen share an office to meet our crew's foreman, Toby Underwood. He's thirty something years old and a music teacher for a private school during the school year. He's been employed by the Dickers for ten summers now. When we walked in he was on the telephone talking to someone. Robbie whispered, "That's probably his mother he's talking to. They talk a lot during the day. He lives with her." I go, "He's not married, is he?" Robbie made a face and shook his head "no way". I didn't think so... by the way he moved, and the slant of his head, and just everything about him... my guess would be that Joel Underwood is as gay as a May pole... that'd be my guess. He was six feet tall and not fat, except his ass was kinda fat, and wide too. Fleshy face with a prematurely gray, conservative haircut. Large bulbous nose and thin lips... he was wearing a old Panama hat. Not a pretty man.

While we waited for Toby we laughed about Dodger's masturbation habits and wondered if he'd still have those sores a year from now. It doesn't seem likely he'll give up pulling his pud anytime soon. Off the phone Toby comes over and says, "So, you're Dylan Newman? Who named you Dylan?" I'm thinking... come on stupid, who do you think named me ... our lawn guy?

I didn't say that though, I said, "My Mom... she's a Bob Dylan fan". Joel sneered and then laughed before saying, "Oh, my goodness" ... he seemed to be a nice enough guy, but he did have a problem saying the letter "s" and I'm guessing some of the other letters too. I rubbed my eye and looked interested, as best I could..

Toby put his arm around my shoulder and told me he was taking me under his wing, which made me think, "not another one".. meaning that's what Carl did for me, more or less. I'd be riding in Toby's pick-up... Joel would drive the other pick-up with Robbie in the passenger seat. Choosing between Joel or Toby to ride with... I'll take Toby. It was close though. Even so, it quickly became obvious I was going to have my hands full with Toby... and right from the start too. He liked to grab my thigh while driving and talking... also he grabbed it when making a point about my job, or about my specific responsibilities, or just for the hell of it. As we drove from job to job the whole day... lot's of thigh grabbing.

Didn't let up all day long either and my thigh is skinny... probably black and blue by now too. And, oh yeah.. the part of my thigh he grabbed was dangerously close to my crotch... and therefore my, ah... penis. It wouldn't make sense for me to cause a commotion about this the first day on the job. I'll talk with Robbie about it after work today and get some advise about handling it. Damn, I hope the poor bastard doesn't get fired over this, but come on! this is harassment in the work force or some damn thing like that.

Toby helped me with everything which was disappointing because I thought Robbie was going to be the one to show me what to do, how to do it, and all that. I didn't see much of Robbie at all the first day. I mean, I saw him of course... we were working on the same lawns. But I didn't see him as just him and me. It was Toby and me. Toby usually had an arm on me somewhere or other and was big on holding me at the back of my neck with one of his oversized hands as he explained stuff to me. It was disconcerting as hell to be touched so much by a stranger. To be fair about this, I can't say I ever noticed him with an erection or even grabbing his crotch... he just was very touchy/feely with me.

At lunch break, after taking the other guy's orders, Toby and I went for McDonalds. I couldn't get away from him. He wore a cologne or maybe it was deodorant, I'm not sure... but it reeked. It was so strong and such an odd fragrance too. Not totally offensive necessarily, but very different and wicked strong. I didn't even get the opportunity to talk with Robbie alone at lunch... all four of us were there together and mostly just listened to country music on the pick-up truck's radio. Toby grew-up in South Carolina and preferred country over all other forms of music... he explained that to me. I guess the others already knew it. Near the end of the day, I was curious and smelled the back of my wrist.... sure enough, I smelled liked Toby's cologne, or his deodorant... whichever one it was. Could this possibly be a normal day on the job or was it like a "hazing" for the new kid? I hoped that's what it was, and that tomorrow would be different.

The work was OK, my arms killed after a while, but I figured I'd build up strength pretty fast. Robbie and I joked around about needing a massage for our sore muscles... muscles that we were using on the job weren't used routinely otherwise and they got sore. I pretended to massage Robbie's shoulders after work that first day and that developed into an every day thing with Robbie and me. The college guys teased us about our massages, but we did it after work every day anyway... and then after a few days we started doing massages before work too. Best part of the day. It felt great having Robbie's hands on me although it was always tricky hiding the boner I got from the feel of his hands... the palms of a boy's hands were one of the things I'd come to really like lately... the thought of holding hands with another boy fascinated me.

While changing back into our own clothes at the end of that first day Robbie confirmed that all last summer he was Toby's "new boy project" and he had to endure the same treatment I was getting. Far from getting Toby in trouble... if it came down to who would go, Toby or me... well, it wasn't even a contest, I'd be history. Mr Dickers knew all about Toby's odd behavior... that's why he had a large turn-over on this crew, but there was always another kid who needing work in the summer... like me.

Toby was gay, but he'd never made a pass at any of the boys or did anything untoward, except inappropriate touching and wearing too much cologne. He never actually touched a private spot on anyone, just came teasingly close. It's apparently very difficult to find reliable adult supervisors for this type of job, at the price the job was worth, and Toby was extremely reliable... he was a fixture each summer ... and that was that. Hell, I had to be a good sport about it... what choice did I have? Quit? No way! Chubby and I have our plans and we need the money. Maybe I'll try to find a cologne even stronger than Toby's to over power his stuff. How bout that! Robbie couldn't stop giggling... he knew what I was dealing with.

By the end of the third day Toby's behavior was no longer a big deal... even to me. He bought all of us lunch on Saturday lisping to us that we're a damn good crew and he was proud of us. What the hell, that's not bad. By the following Saturday I actually sort of liked him. He had a kindness to his nature that's hard to describe... I never heard him say a bad word about anyone. He never cursed, although the rest of us cursed all the time... but that was fine with him too. He did a lot of inexplicable little smiles all day though..kinda spooky and it's probably best we can't read his mind.

When I got home from work that second Saturday afternoon there was a text message from Willie on my cell phone.... He was back from L.A. for a few days.

He'd be here till this coming Tuesday and could I come to a party at his house Sunday afternoon. It's his mother's fortieth birthday party. Willie would pick me up. Please call.... That was the message and I'm thinking "this is great!" because twice a year Chubby keeps his Mom company on a trip to New York city to visit her sister for an overnight stay. His New York cousin is two years older than Chub and me, but he's cool and he takes Chubby out on the town while Tris visits with her sister. And what a town New York City is too... that's what Chubby tells me anyway, I've never been there. Anyway, they're leaving late this afternoon and coming back late Sunday night.

This was going to be a lonely Sunday for me, but now Willie's back in town. Jesus, I'm excited. I dialed his cell and he picked-up the first ring and talked really fast and excitedly, non-stop, "Dylan!... don't you dare tell me you're busy tomorrow. Please come with me, I've been thinking about you ever since you left Carl's. Boy, did I get in trouble when I went back to hook-up with Larry. Oh my gosh, my rear end is still sore... just kidding about the sore ass. I'm all excited about seeing you.... I would have called earlier except it's a surprise... Mother's party is a surprise party and they wouldn't tell me about it until we were on the plane. Gramps and Granny and me flew first class of course... oh my God that's always cool. The food wasn't really that good this time though. Not like Carl's party... that food killed! Tell me you can come...please. I've got a surprise to show you... something I did just this afternoon after I text messaged you. You have to come now after I did this surprise just for you!! " I couldn't get a word in... finally he took a breath and I said one word... "Yes" ...and we both laughed at that. He has a really nice laugh... nothing phony about it. Really sincere, I like Willie.

We reminisced about Carl's party and then Willie wanted to know if I'd heard from either of the "tops' yet about Maine... I told him I hadn't, but that frankly I was more excited about seeing him then them,

and Willie got quiet like I'd said something bad. Ominously, he said... "Oh, don't let them hear you say that Dylan or they may get other 'boys' for themselves." I told Willie to forget I said it then... I wanted to concentrate on him and me, that's all. Willie said, "Oh", to that.

Then we both started acting like little kids, all excited about the thought of having a little gay sexy time together. I hadn't had a thing happen to me along those lines since Carl's party almost two weeks ago. It gets to be like an itch that needs scratching... the yearning for some young male sexual companionship. I was horny as hell... is what I was. So desperate I almost emailed the Marine on Thursday... thank God I didn't. Willie said he'd be over to pick me up at one o'clock tomorrow afternoon... he'd blow the horn, "I'm so stoked Dylan, my Dad said I could bring a date if I wanted and I thought of you right away". HA! That Willie, he's a real laugh riot... a date. I chuckled at the "date" comment and then so did Willie. We hung up after I'd given him directions to my house.

Thinking about Willie and me doing "it" got me hot... I've been jerking off regularly of course, but it's not the same thing as gay sex... not at all, and I really like Willie, so...yeah, I'm excited. Oh boy... but, damn! speaking of jerking off, I've got the urge do it right now just from thinking about making out with Willie and getting fucked by that long dick of his...YES! And, Willie doesn't know this yet, but I made a promise to myself... he's the best bet I got for me to experiment with my first time ever being the "top" too. We'll both experience it with each other... being the top. This is way past exciting.

I'm all flustered just thinking about all this stuff so I lay on my bed and pull down my shorts. My boner springs out and sways in the air... feeling fine.... all six inches of it. Chubby and I did our shaving ritual last Thursday night and I'm still good, pretty smooth. But no... I get up with my boner swinging in front of me, and go into the bathroom. Run some water to get it warm and then wet my crotch with a warm washcloth, lather up and shave my pubic area so it's fresh for Willie. Awkward getting under my nuts with the razor... much better having someone else do it for me.

But, OK, it's good now.... and then I'm thinking "why couldn't I have waited and gotten Willie to do it for me... and maybe I'd get to do his too". Oh well, too late now. Hell with it, I need to cum... spreading a little hand cream on this boner of mine and then back on my bed to start stroking my throbbing hard-on while thinking about Willie's uniquely cute face... very original looking boy. That long silky hair I like to get a fistful of... hot! Everything slightly longish on him... very boyish, and what a yummy mouth. God, I'm so hard... Oh damn, man! This is good. I stroke my cock faster, recalling when Willie almost caused me to cum in my pants from that tongue of his in my mouth... and on my neck. Slowing down my stroking now to enjoy this feeling right on the edge of climaxing... couple drops of precum leak out...my shoulders shudder and shake... "ahhh" I blow some long breaths out... this is good.

Then, oh fuck... it's almost there now..."ahh.." stroking faster again... and then a splash of watery precum followed the precum drops and ..."ooooh.." this feels so freaking good. My uncut foreskin sliding easily on and off my shiny dark-pink cock head... the wide open pee slit getting ready to shoot.. "Ah.. ah.. ah..." my back arches and I'm thrusting my crotch up off the bed twice and then a third time and " Ahhhhh..." an eight inch string of cum flies out and spatters my leg down on my calf muscle... "oh oh!" my eyes tightly closed with lights flashing against my eyelids and then streaming black dots.... and it's almost painful, but mostly ecstasy as another fairly long string of cum flies out .."aahhh" "oh" and another little string of cum spatters my thigh... I'm breathing in gasps and stroking as fast as I can to get the last plop of cum to make its way up from my nuts and out that pee hole to drool over my fist... "ooooooh" there it is... oh fuck! . Then stroking tightly, but slowly.... milking

for more cum, but to no avail... and Oh fuck! that felt good... oh man, yeah...

Those oh-so-good-feelings and sensations that spread out from my groin after climax... it makes me shiver and shudder again... nice. Then I feel real peaceful and start planning tomorrow. Are they getting dressed-up for the party I wonder. And, I wonder what Willie's surprise is? Bet he shaved his pubes, he liked mine being shaved... I know that. Then I thought about the way he said his father gave him the OK to bring a date. You don't suppose Willie is going to introduce me as his "date" do you?... I'm asking myself that question and the scary thing is... Willie isn't what you'd call a Mensa candidate. Maybe he said he's bringing a "date" and they naturally assume he's bringing a girl and he shows up with me... oh my God. Should I call him back? That's a little awkward too because... gee, maybe he's "out" to his family. And, hey, fuck it... I don't care, I'm going to enjoy Willie. The hell with the birthday gal and the other adults... and all the other stuff too.

It was a half hour later, just before he left for New York... Chubby says to me, "Who's this kid that's having the party again? I mean how come I never heard of him before, Dylan?" I clear my throat, thinking fast. I'm "dancing" now because Chubby knows I'm a terrible liar. I go, "I told ya, didn't I? I met him at Carl's graduation party. Remember how boring that thing was... you said that. You said it sounded boring, remember?" Chubby was packing a small canvas overnight bag for his New York trip and I'm laying on his bed, smelling his pillow from time to time... the beginnings of a boner starting in my pants just from the smell of Chubby's head on the pillowcase. Laying on his bed mostly because that made it hard for him to look me in the eyes and KNOW I was lying. "Yeah, I sort of remember a boring party, but what's that got to do with this kid you never mentioned before... who, out of the blue, invites you to his birthday party?" Tris calls out, "Almost ready, Honey? I'd like to be done with the drive before it's too dark."

Chubby looks in the direction of his Mom's voice and calls out, "One minute.. hold your horses, Mom." Then he looks at me and says, "So?" and I go into a convoluted story about Carl's party being boring and this kid, Willie, and I got to talking about high school newspapers and he was in a private school of course, but we hit it... Chubby cuts me off with, "What a crock of bull shit. You've been lying to me a lot lately Dylan, and best friends don't do that. Do they?" I was getting kind of mad... one, because he caught me lying again and two, because of his lecturing tone of voice to me...so I said, "Did you ever lie to me, Chubby? And don't forget that not telling something... holding something back, is just like lying. Isn't it?" He looked up quick and appeared to blush some. He said, "You're changing the subject". Then he looked serious and asked, "Are you in some kind of trouble?" I said, "No, Chubby... are you?" He stared right in my eyes a second, then shook his head "no" once, and said wistfully, "I'll miss our Sunday together, Dylan" and he was off. I stayed on his bed, with my face in his pillow, after they left. I hate lying to him, but I can't tell him I'm gay... I can't!

Saturday night I stayed in and did some contemplating about Chubby. It seems we're closer than ever as best friends, but if anything Chubby's behavior is a little less gay-like recently then ever before. Maybe he's outgrowing his gay tendencies just as I'm growing into mine... that would suck! Or maybe I've misread his behavior in the past... maybe I interpreted it the way I wanted it to be rather than what it actually was. Or maybe Chubby is showing less gay-like behavior towards me because he's getting satisfied being with someone else... either because he wants to or because for some reason he's forced to. There couldn't be any other possibilities could there? Hmmmm?

Then I tried to figure out why I'm so in love with Chubby now, when I wasn't three months ago... and finally, I got that headache I give myself from contemplations of this type. The headache was again one of those piercing, popsicle ones... in both temples, throbbing too and it forced me to stop the torture of these imponderables in my life. I took three Tylenol, and then hopped under a shower, and then watched TV... falling asleep during Saturday Nigh Live. I staggered up to bed when Mom was coming in at around quarter to one in the morning. She hugged me around the neck and gave me a big kiss... I could smell that she'd had a couple of adult beverages after work and thought... she sure deserves to have a good time once in a while.

Next morning I fixed the Sunday morning breakfast for my Mom and me. We talked about how strange it felt not to have the other half of our family here. Mom told me about a nice man who comes into the bar once in a while and sort of flirts with her. She said the two of them had a couple of drinks together last night and kind of hit it off... he's taking her into Boston today just to wander around a bit... sort of a date. They're going to eat dinner at Quincy Market and maybe before that they'll take one of the cruise lines around the harbor.... chillin in Boston, that's cool.

It made me so happy that she wouldn't be home alone today. I'll be at a party and Tris and Chubby are in New York City.. and now, Mom and her date will be having a sunny day in Boston... perfect when things work out like that! I told her I though that was great. She patted my arm and said I was the best son ever. Jeez, if only she knew the truth about me. I kind of felt mopey for a bit because of my secret, but snapped out of it soon enough... I'm not a bad person because I'm gay. I'm a good person who happens to be gay...

Mom spent the rest of the morning fixing herself up so she looked good... she worked hard at making it seem she hadn't worked hard to look this good... at least that's the way I saw it. She really does looks good though and her smile is sweet... anyone can tell she's a nice lady. Let's see, Mom's not even thirty-five years old so that's not a real old person yet... getting there, but still OK. The red headed man who knocked on the door to pick her up looked even younger then Mom. I could easily see how he was probably cute some years back as a teen boy... and actually, he didn't look too bad at his current age, whatever that was. I answered the door and asked him to come in... told him Mom would be ready in a minute or so.

Right off the bat he showed a killer grin. He has a really pale complexion, like I have... and it went real well with the light red hair he had cut in a youthful short hair style. No facial hair, very pleasant looks with clear blue eyes.... no unsightly piercings or tattoos. I was happy for Mom. "Hi, you're obviously Dylan. Your Mother talks about you a lot. Nice to meet you, I'm Jake Rollins." he put his hand out and I shook it saying, "Yeah, I'm Dylan..nice to meet ya". He shook my hand and patted the side of my face with his other hand at the same time. Soft hands so I guess he isn't a laborer of any kind. Nicely dressed in casual clothes that I might even wear and he had a nice, late model Saab sedan parked at the curb. Alright!

While we waited for my Mom to appear, Jake was very complimentary about me saying how it looks like I "lift"... he meant weights, which I've never touched in my life... and that I sure have my mother's looks and he thought I had a cool hairdo, and like that... I was shy with him because a male adult never said that kind of stuff to me before... except if you want to consider the Marine an adult, he complimented me too. I nodded and said, "Oh, I don't know about that" and then, thank God, Mom came out. Jake kissed her on the cheek and said she looks real nice. He went on some more about what a handsome son she has here... Mom agreed saying I looked just like my daddy and they chuckled about that self-deprecating remark. I mumbled I had to get ready for a party, Mom said... "have a great time Dylan" ... and she tried to kiss me goodbye, getting only my chin as I hustled by, heading down to my room. Something about Jake made me uneasy, but I wanted to begin thinking about Willie, and about our party now... "stop worry about things you don't even know about... oops, I mean stop contemplating about things you don't even know about".

******************* DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 5 *******************

chapter 3 of 3

OK... now, what to wear to the party? Couldn't come up with anything better so I wore the same thing I'd worn to Ken's Steak House...Mom washed those things yesterday. The khaki slacks and a off white, rough cotton, button-up-the-front shirt with sandals for my feet. I combed my hair down on top and up in front like I had it the last time I saw Willie. I was excited about this afternoon, but apprehensive too. I'd only know Willie for a few hours that one time, and... now he's taking me to his house where there's a surprise birthday party for his mother, of all things... and a house full of people I've never laid eyes on before, and Willie's father is probably expecting Willie to show up with a girl for his date instead of me... what am I apprehensive about? What could possibly go wrong? Jeez, this might not have been such a good idea.

It pissed me off that I was never sure of myself... unsure of how to act in new situations. No self confidence... there it is, that confidence thing rears it's ugly head again. Oh balls, I needed a cigarette... knowing Willie doesn't smoke I better have it now. Taking just one cigarette outside, with a pack of matches and a stick of gum. I lit-up and sat on the steps waiting for Willie. Almost done the cigarette, I looked down the street and just knew this was Willy coming for me in a hot little sports car.

Sure enough, Willie pulled up in a new dark blue Mazda MX-5 hard-top convertible... looked at me with that so sweet smile of his, waved with his fingers, and still blew the horn... honk honk! I smiled at him and his joke... I also immediately saw what his surprise was for me. He'd gotten all that beautiful silky light brown hair cut off and now he had a one inch brush cut with very closely cut hair on the sides and back of his head. His hair sticking straight up was perfectly flat on top. Made his longish, but cute head, look even longer.

Pretending not to notice the haircut, I sauntered down and said, "Bitchin wheels, Willie... totally bitchin!"

He goes, "Yeah, thanks... it was a Christmas present last Christmas... don't ya notice anything different about me, Dylan?" I said, "Let me guess... you got a haircut?" and he blushed and looked down saying, "You don't like it? I got it because you said my hair style was from back in the seventies. I thought you'd like this... I tried to get it cut like your's."

My mind is going... Is he serious? I'm just ball busting a little like all the guys do. Squeezing the back of his neck now, I say, "Willie, I'm teasing you, dude. It looks so hot on you... that hair style... you're rockin in "oh-eight" now kid, for sure.... fuck the seventies. Looking good." Willie's not convinced, "Really, Dylan?" and now he's brushing up the front of his hair and back over the brush-cut top with an obviously brand new hairbrush. It did look cool in an original goofy sort of way... original, for now-a-days, I mean.

Walking around to the passenger side of the car I flicked my cigarette butt into the street, but as usual it goes sideways off my fingers to bounce off the grille of Willie's new convertible. Looking up quickly, but Willie hadn't seen the ashes sparkling off the front of his car... he was still brushing his hair up. I've got to learn how to flick those fucking butts before I get myself in trouble. I hopped in the passenger seat of this cool two seater roadster, unwrapped my stick of gum and then chewing it I said, "Really, that's one cool haircut. Thanks for getting it for me although I did love grabbing handfuls of your long hair". He looks over real anxious again and I laugh... "Dude, I'm still teasing... for Christ sake, lighten up".

Willie finally accepted that I liked his haircut and pulled away from the curb. I just had to feel those hairs on top of his head and damn if it wasn't soft all over, I expected it to feel stiff. "How'd you get it to stand-up like that without goop?" He told me this real old barber, in an old-fashioned barber shop, showed him how to get it to stand up by wetting it and using a brush and a hair dryer. Willie had tried to described my haircut to this old barber, but like old barbers are liable to do, the old bastard cut it the way he wanted it and Willie now has this sort of flat top from the nineteen-fifties. I recognized it from grandpop's high school year book... the one Chubby and I laugh our asses off looking through occasionally...

grandpop graduated in nineteen-fifty-eight. I didn't want to tell Willie he's going backwards from the seventies with this latest haircut, not forward ... but I did get a good chuckle out of it for myself.

I said, "You got this bitchin car for Christmas? You gotta be shitting me. Last Christmas I got socks, underwear and a sweater". I was trying to be funny, but Willie is serious when he says, "Yes, I understand it must be hard for you lower middle class families who simply don't have the extra spendable income like we have in our family. Gramps was talking about that very thing to Granny during the flight. It came up because we were flying first class and all... you understand, I'm sure." I stared at him to see if maybe he was now breaking my balls, but he appeared to be sincere... Jesus, I couldn't think of anything to say to that so I said, "Your father knows you're bringing a boy as your "date" today, right?"

At my question his face broke into one of his extra special little boy smiles... where his nose crinkles right at the freckles patch on the bridge of his nose... cutest thing ever, and he says, "They'd sure be surprised if I brought a girl to the party, now wouldn't they?... I've been queer since middle school.

He laughed his very natural good-natured sounding laugh and said, "I know you just asked me that to get me to laugh, right? Or is that the naive side of you coming out, Dylan? You don't know hardly nothing about some things, ya know?" I'm staring over at him again, thinking... Wow, Willie keeps saying these outlandish things that leave me no where to go... conversational-wise, I mean. Clearing my throat, and in desperation I asked what he'd been doing on his L.A trip. That kept him going till we got to his driveway ten minutes later.

Well, actually I didn't know it was a driveway at first, I though it was a street with no houses on it... then, a quarter mile in we come to this big stone mansion. If I didn't know better I'd have wondered if this was maybe the Prep school Willie went to. Cars parked all the way around the circular drive in front. Willie drove right past the circular drive, down the side of the house to a five car unattached garage. He parked under a portico that extended down the front of all five garage bays.

Getting out he was saying, "There are about a hundred people here Dylan, we'll say hello to some of them and then sneak up to my room, OK?" I said, "Yeah, OK Willie" as I was trying to keep up... following him toward their expansive back yard. From here I could see this large, white, open-sided tent and lots of people milling around with drinks in their hand. There was a large banner "wishing Barbara a happy fiftieth birthday and many more too". An eight piece band was on a stage playing songs from the eighties... at least I think I recognized some of the words the vocalist was singing, the beat was a little bit off though... or something, sounding almost like a song I knew.

Willie turned around looking at me with this smug facial expression, holding his hand out to me. He waited till I was next to him and took my hand for a second and blew me a kiss... then he did that same thing of putting his arm around my waist... same way he did at Carl's. It so corny, but I don't know, I didn't want to mess up his fantasy or something. I just fell in step with him. He pulled me against his body a bit tighter as we walked which put me in the position of matching his steps. Willie's probably an inch taller than me, plus he was oozing confidence being here in his own familiar surroundings, those factors plus me obviously making an effort to keep up with him might appear like I was Willie's adoring "date" trying to please my handsome, stud escort.

I'd have laughed at myself except, apparently, that was exactly how I was being viewed by some of the guests and it wasn't real flattering. I'd see someone in a little group nod toward Willie and me as we made our way into the crowd, me attached to Willie's side... and then that person would say something and others in the group would glance over at us, then something else was said, with a hand over their mouth this time... that was followed by group chuckling from all... making fun of me, or more likely, making fun of both of us. It was like a movie set in many ways. I tried not to care, but my face got very red and pretty quickly I looked mostly at the ground, where my next step would go... and not at the guests.

Willie wasn't the least bit concerned about the guests... he was focused on me, explaining how I need to act. He said, "Just shake the person's hand that I introduce you to once, nod your head at them while saying ... it's a pleasure... that's all you have to do or say. I'll take care of the rest. Don't bother to remember their names because you and I won't be around the party much. We'll be having our own party in my bedroom, huh?" and he bumped my side with his hip and smirked a friendly smirk at me. He certainly qualifies as another one of the cute guys in this world, but very different looking than say Chubby, or the Dickers brothers... but very cute just the same.

This was definitely going to be an interesting afternoon, that's if my face doesn't burst out in flames from embarrassment... hell, I gotta admit this experience is already interesting... just look at this place! I'd promised myself to have a good time today... enjoy the novelty of being with these rich people, who I'd likely never see again, and that's what I intend to do. What did I care how they "saw" me. And a side benefit, there is sure to be some killin stories to tell Chubby before this is over... minus certain details, such as Willie treating me like his date, and any sex that might occur... things of that sort.

First I met his father, then some neighbors, then his mother who called out to a group of ladies, "Shirley, Rose.. all of you, come meet William's new boyfriend, he's adorable." Sweat was running down my sides by now... this was much more awkward than I'd thought it would be. Willie moved his head around proudly and maybe just a bit pompously, but I thought... I bet Willie doesn't get to feel real proud of something around here too often. I'm on Willie's side... I'll try to help him if I can.

After introductions, his Aunts gushed at how cute I was and "Does Dylan go to Summersville Prep with you, William?" and "How long have you two been going out now, Dear?" and "What beautiful hair your boyfriend has, is that his natural color, William? I'd loved to know his hairdresser" and "Isn't it cute the way William had his hair cut to be like his boyfriend's" and "You boys make the cutest couple"... The men I was introduced to did not say stuff like that... they tended to look uncomfortable and there was very little eye contact. After a bit I became a tiny bit more relaxed. Trying to entertain myself, but maybe still mostly out of nervousness, I hammed it up with some of the people I met. Just a little, you know... for fun.

Leaning into Willie or looking adoringly at him... mocking these pretentious people. Save a little face, in my own mind anyway.

Then, when we'd greeted enough people to satisfy Willie's concept of proper etiquette, Willie showed me some mercy. He excused us... "nice seeing you again Mr Overlander, Uncle George, Sir... perhaps we can chat later".. and then guiding his date... me, away from the last big group. We met one other couple on our way to the back door, but that was it for introductions. Willie had introduced me to everyone with the same words every time... "I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Dylan Newman"... I acted and said exactly what Willie had instructed me to and was glad to have had that to do and say... period.

After "it's a pleasure" no further conversation from me... the guests addressed their comments to William, ur, Willie... not me, anyway. It was as if I was an inanimate object... just like Carl and Larry treated me that Saturday at my house. Hmmmmm... a trend? Once inside the mansion, Willie switched from a arm around my waist to one around my neck... he pulled my head over and we did a great wet kiss for a minute or so... it got my dick firming up. That boy can really use his tongue.

After the kiss Willie said, "You did great with the parents and the fossils, Dylan, and I promise to have something extra special for you as your reward. Come on... I'm all excited about this. It's our time now, baby. Follow me." Thinking to myself..."Oh brother!", I shook my head at his silly comments... actually he's just parroting his roommate Larry... that's all Willie has as a role model. Carl and Larry were the only role models I had too... that is, as far as gay sex and gay inter-action is concerned. I don't know how to characterize the Marine in that regard... I'll just leave him out of this. I followed Willie up the back stairs and down a long hall to his bedroom. Huge house... so nothing would surprise me about Willie's bedroom, unless it's small... that would be a surprise.

Well, I guess this did surprise me a little because his bedroom was large, but not huge like a three room suite or something... he had his own nice sized bathroom and a small balcony off French doors. A step up in luxury from my bedroom, obviously. His room was done in all different shades of dark blues and purple.

Weird abstract artwork on the walls... they appeared to be of males doing something naughty, but it wasn't at all clear exactly what that naughty thing was. A long computer desk with a big flat computer screen against one wall and a large flat-screen TV on the wall opposite a kingsize bed that hadn't been made up... purple silky sheets. Three floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over beautiful gardens. Not as spectacular as I expected, but just the same... easily the nicest bedroom I've ever been in.

After closing his bedroom door, he got hold of my face with a hand on either side and we began a most awesome make-out. My arms ended up around his slim waist and both his arms around my neck holding our faces together till I couldn't catch my breath. Willie is a yummy make-out boy... for one thing, he taste so good and then there's that aforementioned, fabulous tongue of his, and especially his unique way of concentrating on separate parts of my face, neck and mouth... kissing and sucking at one place for a minute at a time. It was so intense at times I just stopped what I was doing and moaned at how wonderfully sexy Willie made me feel.

So aroused... it was excellent, and my arms, seemingly on their own, rubbed up and down his back and then my fingers were running through that unusual hairdo of his... the soft hairs on top and the bristly hair on the back of his head... the contrasting feel of it all was somehow sexy as hell to me... a boy's haircut, maybe that was it... not some unisex girly thing. I don't know really.. the whole Willie "package" had me swooning.... the thrill of almost being devoured by his pink mouth and the feel of this cute boy's body had my penis so hard I almost cried. I'd be happy to make out like this with him till I climax and we can forget about the other sex... it was that delicious.

Out of breath himself, Willie abruptly stopped, and gasped, "OK, enough... stand up straight now Dylan, while I undress you". I go, "Oh no... it's been so special with you up till now, Willie.... we're not doing that dumb-ass dominant/submissive stuff. Come on... let's you and me be two equal gay boys playing with each other's pee pee thingies... and leave it at that." I was trying to make my point, but doing it in a light-hearted way... not heavy handed and bossy.

Willie whined, "Oh please, just this once... please. I've been fantasizing about this ever since Carl's party. Just this once, Dylan. For me, pleeeeze...."

Man, he can be like a little kid trying anything to get his way apparently, but I gave in to the begging.

Making a face, I said... "OK, but I'm not kidding Willie... you and I are going to try new stuff after this. New to me anyway. But for you, just this one time... OK, I'll do this dominant game just once." Willie's excited again now. "Sure Dylan, OK... OK. So, now... stand up straight there". I groaned at the stupidity of it, but did what he said and he unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off me saying, "I love this shirt Dylan, it's so cool" already apparently forgetting his tough guy role. I suppressed a smile thinking, "Willie... ya gotta love him.. he's one of a kind".

It was kind of fun actually... having a boy undress me I mean, sexy too and certainly a first for me. Soon I was standing there stark naked with Willie running his hands over my body.. He was still fully clothed, of course. His lips tight together, trying to look stern. He managed finally to arrange an exaggerated tough-guy look on his face, but I needed to bite my lip again because his nose was wrinkled up like it does when he smiles too hard... right at the bridge where his freckles reside, and it was sooooo cute. With that face firmly in place Willie scrutinized me from my toes to the top of my head, his eyes got wide then... looking at my head. It was like he'd just got an big idea.. and that it surprised even him.

I stood there, naked, biting my lip and wanting to kiss him. Willie says, "Get your ass in the bathroom and sit on the toilet seat lid". His voice just couldn't carry off the orders he was giving... it came out like a question, instead of an order... but, like I said, he looked so fucking cute trying to be tough I didn't want to burst his bubble. I went in the bathroom and sat on the toilet like he wanted. He wet my hair and, with a brush and a hair dryer, made my hairs stand up on top of my head just like his. My hairs weren't exactly even lengths on top though, mine had been cut about the same length, but not exactly... my haircut, done by Chubby, was intended to allow for spiking the top with gel or combing it down flat. Willie frowns through his stern face and says, "Damn, my barber ran the clippers across the tips of my hair on top to even them all off, but I don't have clippers". I'm thinking, "Thank God for that", but I didn't say anything.

The way he'd fixed my hair looked close enough to Willie's haircut to satisfy him for now... I looked in the mirror and thought ... here we are, just two gay boys from the nineteen-fifties playing at being dominant and submissive with our dicks hard... just having some fun. I had to concentrate not to smile again... frankly this whole deal was actually endearing Willie to me rather than annoying me like I thought it would... he was trying so hard. "Get that towel and lay it out on the bed... you know the drill" ... he had Larry's words down pat alright, but again... when he told me that, it sounded like he was asking if it was OK. I spread the towel over the edge as Willie was taking his clothes off.

Leaning down on the towel like we did at Carl's, I started to get impatient to feel that boy's penis up my ass. It had been a while now. Willie quietly said, "Get your boy-pussy up in the air ready for me". He was barely able to croak out the words now, l glanced back at him wondering what had happened. He was naked, but looking pale. Pale, but his dick was fairly stiff bouncing there in front of him with every little move he made. He ran his hand across my ass cheeks a few times.

I looked over my shoulder again and the sight of his boner made me swallow hard... this goofing around will be worth the trouble if that thing feels as good inside me as I think it will. To be precise, it's been two whole weeks now since I felt a boy's boner in me... and I've missed that feeling. Willie, however, didn't stick it in me. Instead he came over and sat on the bed beside me gasping little breaths in and out and gulping for air. It scared me and I hopped up to sit beside him. Putting my arm around his shoulders, I asked... "What's wrong Willie... do you have asthma or something?" I was worried because he couldn't breath easily and he didn't look too good. He shook his head a few times, held up his index finger for me to wait a second... then gasped out, "I'm over stimulated or something Dylan... that's all.

You're too hot for me. I've been dreaming about you... actual dreams, and now you're here in my bedroom. I just need a minute to calm down." Man, I thought, that's so sweet.

In the few hours I've spent with Willie this is already the second or third time I've wanted to hug him and reassure him that everything is alright... he seems so vulnerable. Hugging him is exactly what I did, and with my arms around him, his head dropped to my shoulder and I said, "It's fine Willie. Just relax a while... we got all afternoon buddy... it's OK" now he was hugging me back and we're swaying slightly on the bed. "Lay back with me, Dylan... will ya?" and we just laid back on his bed with our feet still touching the floor. He was breathing more regularly now. After five minutes my arm underneath him started to go numb with those pins and needles and all... so, I had to awkwardly pull it out and massage it. Willie rolled over on his side looking up at me and said, "Thank you for being so understanding, Dylan... you're wicked nice, ya know. Thanks. I'm OK now, can we try again?"

Glancing at him, seeing he looked fine... I nodded, he smiled... we both got up and I was back standing next to the bed, bent over with my forearms resting on the towel and my head on my forearms. Willie snapped out, "Get that boy-pussy up more" I go, "Oh God..." to myself, and stick my ass up another half inch. Then Willie reverts back to being Willie and asks, real uncertain like, "Is it OK Dylan if we don't use condoms with each other?" I told him it was, but that he needs to always use them with anybody else, or we'd then need to use them in the future ourselves too. Then back he goes to imitating Larry by coming right over to me and smacking the back of my head saying, "Quiet!". Damn, I almost lost it and blurted out a laugh at that... I mean, he asked me the god damn question... didn't he?

After the smack on the back of my head he gave me a few half-hearted smacks on my ass and then got hold of my hips with both hands... I could hear his loud wheezing breathing again... getting close to hyperventilating. He backs away from my ass and I look over my shoulder once more to see him with his eyes closed trying to will himself to calm down.... his dick never went anywhere... it was always a long pole, slippery with lube, swaying slightly in front of him.

Two minutes later he's still over excited, but getting it under control. His penis, still shiny with lube... is as long a boner as I've seen... at least seven inches sticking yummily straight out of his sparse pube batch, hardly bouncing at all now ...it's simply too hard to move. Maybe the Marine's boner is longer, but Willie's is thin which made it look longer than perhaps it actually was... I'm not sure, they're both real long. Willie's breathing is almost back to normal again... I felt his tight grip on my hips.. and then the head of his cock was at my hole. I've been thinking, on and off, about being fucked by Willie ever since Carl's party and this was now getting very exciting for me... it's time! He's so goddamn cute to start with... that goofy haircut he got just for me, ya know... I'm turned on by Willie, to be honest with ya.

Then the bright lights went on in my head as Willie imitated Larry and Carl's technique of pushing their pole all the way up inside whichever "boy-pussy" they happened to be fucking. I wouldn't have thought Willie's would hurt this much because it was thinner then the other three boners I'd felt in my hole... of course, the Marine just stuck the head of his boner in me... that was more than enough for me. With each inch of penetration, Willie made that sound he made at Carl's... the one where he blows lots of air through his slightly parted teeth... a sound like steam leaking out of a valve. All the way in me goes that long boner, me trying not to scream... Willie pushes against my buttocks with his crotch and then withdrew about seven inches of boner.. waited for a three count... then forced all seven-plus inches back up inside me. I let out a groan of pain and Willie smacked the back of my head, but he couldn't speak a single word himself... not at the moment, he couldn't.

Once more he pulled out and drove it back in.. then gasped, "Oh my God! Oooooh" and, quickly now... almost in a frenzy, he humped in and out of me a half dozen times before settling into a steady rhythmic fucking. I felt spit spray on my back from that "steam valve" sound he was making... his saliva had gotten involved some where along the way. I'm pretty sure Willie, at this point, didn't even remember who he was fucking... this was his first time ever and I could only guess at the almost delusional amount of pleasure he was experiencing. A reverse "cherry- busting" of sorts.

By now my hole and my tunnel were really feeling mighty good and I was cooing pleasure sounds myself... being honest though, Carl's big fat cock head was the best I've felt in my hole so far. Don't get me wrong, Willie's felt excellent and more importantly, it was him, Willie, fucking me. That meant a lot. All three of the cocks felt really good, I like having a boy's cock up my ass. Strange to realize that even though Carl's shorter cock with the fat head felt best, I liked getting fucked by Willie better. With Willie I felt extra wonderfully sexy, maybe because I was so personally fond of him.... not just his cute looks and slim, hot body, but "him"... I liked him

As soon as the pain subsided and I could think about it logically, just knowing it was Willie's long, bare, hard, penis up inside me was enough to get me hard. As always, the pain had made way for that indescribably excellent feeling in my tunnel, around my groin, and all those sensations radiating outwards to the top of my head and down to my toes. These awesome feelings helped along greatly by the many sensitive spots inside my hole... all of them were dancing and having a party with Willie's excellent cock leading the way, especially when hitting that wonderful prostate button. As Willie continued working his hips, thrusting his great looking cock in and out of my ass, I reached that point where I was biting my lip in concentration, trying to keep myself from cuming... God almighty, it felt good. I wanted this fucking, and the feeling of just being on the verge of climaxing, to go on and on and on...

Both of us were gasping for breath now and real slaps on my ass made me glance back at Willie. His eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly open, his cute face was flushed, and he would smack my ass every third or forth humps into my hole... he may not even know he was doing it. Man, that boner of his looked so long pulling out and pushing in. I had to really concentrate now to keep from cuming ... it was a losing proposition though... precum was drooling all over my cock's head. Willie made a "ouf" sound with every penetration ... he was fucking me faster and faster now.. "ouf....ouf....ouf...." smack! "ouf...ouf...ouf" smack!"

All along it had been so difficult keeping myself from stroking my boner, but I managed to hold off because I wanted the spontaneous climax... my favorite kind. I reached a point where I just knew Willie's faster, shorter humps meant he was right on the edge of climax... thinking about his spunk up my ass pushed me over the edge and cum exploded out from my cock's pee slit. The sensation was so intense that initially all I could do was just hold my breath, my cheeks puffed out, my face bright red... and then, after ten seconds, I began to blow out a lung-full of air, making almost an "eeeeeee" noise... then as another string of my cum hit that towel on the bed, Willie climaxed in me, filling my hole with his young teen spunk, and then he re-filled me. I felt the wetness immediately... up my hole and on my back too as Willie continued blowing sprays of spit all over it.

Cum was running from my hole and splattering on Willie's crotch and all over my buttocks as he continued fucking my hole... "oh my God", he groaned, then smacking my ass three times he climaxed some more making a squealing sound. Another cum shot inside my tunnel and now he's grunting out ' Ahh ahh ahh" and then slowing down with his hip-humping motions... slowing down gradually. Making "Ohhh" sounds, all the time grabbing and letting go of handfuls of my ass... with both his hands, over and over... that almost got my dick up again.

It was the most wonderful feeling knowing Willie and I were doing this together... I hadn't expected it would be THIS much more special. Because it was Willie it made my after glow so much nicer too... those after-glow feelings once more radiating out from my groin to all parts of my body... they caused the familiar involuntary shudder and chills... and then goose bumps on my arms that felt so fine! It was the best after glow feeling I think I've ever had. Recognizing the specialness of having sex with a person you really like made me so happy... it's different then just sex to get off on. That revelation seemed like an important discovery. Also I didn't have that slightly guilty conscience I some times had after sex with the other guys I'd had it with.

Willie pulled out of me and, in a quiet, husky voice said, "Can we cuddle in my bed, Dylan?" I nodded "sure' and Willie quietly added, "That was the most intense feeling I've ever had... doing anything with anybody, ever." I said, "Me too" and scurried up full length on his bed. Willie got up against me and we wrapped our arms around each other. No talking. After two minutes, me feeling Willie's cum continuing to drool from my hole, he rustled around and pulled a sheet over us. Then we went back to just laying there breathing deeper than should have been necessary. We'll calm down in due course.

The sheets smelled like Willie...I wondered how long since they'd been changed. It was so peaceful laying there with Willie's face right next to mine. It was nice even though we were both sweaty... we rubbed our sweaty faces together. "That was wonderful, Willie" I said it real quietly and he just nodded his head. He was perhaps still in sensory overload. He sure felt good to hold onto though... sweaty or not, he smelled awful good too. This had been, this afternoon... really, really fun... and really, really nice.

We lay there together about twenty minutes... I could feel Willie completely relaxed after a bit. I'd lay there with him all afternoon if he wanted ... that's how good I felt about us two. Doing gay sex with someone you liked... what a novel idea! It may be stupid of me, but it did take me by surprise how much more enjoyable it is having sex that way. It's true that once you discover something... then that thing seems so obvious, you wonder why it took so long to figure it out. For example, how come we put a man on the moon forty years before someone thought to put wheels on luggage? Why'd that idea take so long, huh?

Willie broke into my daydreaming with... "Are we in love, Dylan?" I said, "No, Willie. This isn't love. We're good friends doing some recreational sex together and, I don't know how you feel, but for me personally... I'd be hard pressed to think of someone I'd rather do it with than you, Willie" He said, "Oh". Then, "Thanks. You too. Let's jump in the shower". We did... we washed each other's body and shampooed each other's hair. That was fun. I thought about sex in the shower, but didn't know how to get it started.

It was a long shower... then we got dried off and Willie did both our hairdos again. Twin gay boys from the nineteen-fifties once more... that was my private chuckle for myself. Willie asked, "What you laughing at Dylan?" and I said, "Oh nothing, I'm just having the best time with my hot "date"... that's all". We hugged naked and then made out for another five minutes.... by the time we were done making out, both our dicks were hard again and poking up along our bellies. "What should we do now, Dylan?" I said, "Let's get dressed, get something to eat, and then it's my turn to do you". Willie said, "Oh" and then he kissed my lips and added "You can do me right now if you want" and that's what I did.

A couple of weeks ago I'd stumbled across this ultra hot website... boys4boy.org.uk ... and watched a video of two boys fucking in a position I wanted to duplicate with Willie. He lay on his bed on his back, with his asshole at the edge of the bed. With a slippery, lubed boner I stood with the head of my cock touching his hole... his legs held against my body with one of my arms... a foot on either side of my head. Ready to go, I put some pressure on his sphincter muscle, just a test amount of pressure and two inches of boner went inside Willie. It surprised me that I hadn't needed to push harder... I'm just learning.

Willie's contorted face told me it hurt him, but the intense, sexy, tight, wonderful feeling on my penis was better than I imagined it would be... better then I imagined it could be. I gasped with pleasure and pushed in another two inches. Willie squirmed and groaned through clenched teeth. I couldn't wrap my mind around Willie's pain at that exact moment because my pleasure over-rode my senses... I pushed in the last two inches as spit sprayed my chin and I made strange gargling sounds. How could anything feel this good? My toes clenched up and my body shuddered, and then shuddered again...

Willie, still in pain, tried to squirm away on the bed... I tightened my grip on his legs which enabled me to get up his hole another half inch. My lips were quivering as I pulled out slowly till just my penis head was in his hole. Staring at my boner, almost amazed that it had come out of Willie's ass... my vision was shimmery... then I gasped, "Holy shit..." and pushed back inside him and then pulled out and pushed back into that tight, hot, wet tunnel again... the thought ran around my head ... "my boner's up Willie's asshole" another shoulder shake and shudder... awesome feeling, awesome concept... Willie's asshole...Oh my God, this is so HOT!!

Willie was relaxing his body by now and just like that... something in my brain made me feel guilty that I hadn't been more concerned for his comfort earlier. But now we were both together with the pleasure, so it's all OK... right? Willie and me are giving each other intense pleasure... nothing wrong with that. He rolled his head from side to side and I humped his hole six, eight, ten times, quite fast too. It just felt better and better and better the more I did it.... I humped him with short thrust and then a period where I did six inch thrusts. All of them had Willie moaning and squirming on the bed.

Then I gasped out an exhale... not even realizing I'd been holding my breath for the last minute... felt so good I did another ten humps, and because he did it to me, and because I felt like it, I smacked his ass five times and he groaned out "Dylan..fuck me hard" ..Oh boy, did I fuck him then... I fucked him while making funny grunting sounds until I felt my toes begin to curl up tight again... then I slowed up, my nuts were like hard stone balls and I was breathing ragged again... thinking, let it last longer... let it last forever...

Willie began lifting his head off the bed slightly, whispering, "here Dylan... here.. here" and I realized he wanted a kiss. Up inside him with my cock as far as I could get it, I leaned down, he wrapped his legs around my waist and we both put our arms around the other's neck and did the sloppiest make-out we've ever done.... spit everywhere. We were trying to swallow each others mouth. Our cheeks, chin and noses were covered in spit. All the time me doing two inch fast humps of his hole like I was a rabbit in heat... we both made sounds around our kisses like a couple of wild animals fucking as if their life depended on it.

Within a minute of sloppy kissing I felt a spray of Willie's cum on my chin... I almost feinted because I'd also felt Willie's tightened sphincter muscle on my boner at the same time his cum spray hit me... my load immediately shot up from my nuts to spray the inside of Willie's asshole at exactly the same time a loud drum began pounding in my head. Absolutely awesome... the wet, slipperiness of his hole and the wetness of all that spit on our faces. I humped his hole and rubbed my face against his face till I was near collapse...

Both our climaxes were small, as far as cum explosions go... but large, as far as feelings and sexy sensations... off the chart for me. I slowed down the humping and came to a complete stop, still up inside him. Willie kept his legs around me tight and we continued to hug each other's neck with our faces side by side. We got into a small rocking motion together and finally Willie quietly said, "It never felt like this before Dylan. We're doing it better than our "tops' can do us". I told him, in a quiet way, why I thought that was so... because we liked each other... we liked each other even when we weren't having sex too. I mumbled that maybe we admired or were grateful, or something like that where Carl and Larry were concerned, however we didn't really have affection for them like we have for each other. Willie said, "Oh".

A little later, after uncoupling carefully, we were quiet taking another shower together. When we got dried off Willie wanted our hair the same again so I tolerated that... it was cute of him I thought. He wanted to switch underwear too, and at first I thought that was dumb, but I liked wearing his jockeys once I got them on. We started getting silly the more relaxed we got... I mean, after the "high" of the sex... coming down to a point where we could just goof with each other. We went outside and stood in line for food, Willy with his arm around my waist again... now I had my arm around his waist too.

When it was our turn, we had to let go of each other to get big platters of New England Clam Bake... that consist of: a cup of New England clam chowder, whole lobster, red bliss potatoes, corn on the cob, steamed clams... and a tub of butter to dip the clams and lobster meat in. We sat alone at a small table way in the back, away from everyone. We drank vodka and cranberry juice and laughed while we ate with butter running down our chins.

After eating we went over to the garage and made out with our butter splattered lips and chins till we both had boners again. Then, hearing a fast song being played by the DJ who spelled the band, Willie had an idea. Over the next half dozen fast songs he taught be how to dance. We got more vodka and cranberry juice and danced some more. When slow songs came on we danced with our arms wrapped around each other and our crotches rubbing together. I caught many of the older guest stealing glimpses at us... I didn't care, and Willie was oblivious to it... that's how much he cared. It was so much fun. As the party was beginning to break up we went back to Willie's room and I fucked him again, just like the first time. That was at Willie's request too. Man, I was awfully fond of him by the end of that party.

We cleaned up again in the shower, and after Willie made sure we had each other's jockey shorts on, we finished getting dressed and he walked me to the car with his arm around my waist, just like he'd walked me to the party five and a half hours ago. On the walk to his car we'd kiss each other right in front of people... I was indifferent to their stares, more like Willie by now... oblivious to those around us. I concentrated on my new boyfriend, Willie Worthington. I say "new" boyfriend, but he's really my first boyfriend. I'd told the Marine that I had a boyfriend, meaning Carl, but Carl was never my boyfriend. I can see the difference now, Carl was my mentor, my friend maybe, certainly my "top", but not my boyfriend.

Willie did a good job driving even though he'd had those vodka and cranberry drinks. Back at my house he insisted it's the right thing to do to walk me to the door where he surprised me with a long kiss goodnight.

You know what... at that moment I didn't care if someone saw us. This afternoon with Willie was the best gay experience I'd ever had, by far... hell, it was better than ones I dreamed about while wanking off all these years. Probably the sex was influencing my thinking at the moment, but my feelings for Willie were soaring very high...second only to how I felt about Chubby. I liked the idea of being Willie's boyfriend. This really felt like I was finally a gay boy with another gay boy... more like I imagined it would be.... hotter than my imagination had allowed, but more sexually natural than anything I'd experienced before. Carl, Larry, the Marine Tom... they're more like aberrant gay incidences, their nothing like a gay boyfriend.

Before he left he asked me something with his lips against my ear, "Dylan, you're my boyfriend now, so you need to do something I ask you to do... a favor" I said, "OK, sure Willie... what is it?" He wanted me to wear my hair like his and I promised I would when he and I were together. He nodded his head, there was some red coloring in his face...he was looking so proud that his boyfriend did what he was asked. It was so sweet the way Willie did everything... treating me like a teenage boy treats a girl on a date. That didn't offend me at all. I don't know what his "model" for behavior is, but I do know I'm HIS first real boyfriend too. He'd brought a gay friend home once for a weekend, but his only other gay experience was with Larry who treats him like a piece of meat and Carl who fucks him, taking turns with Larry, occasionally. I wanted to be the first so called "boyfriend" to do something nice for him... that's why I agreed to wear my hair like his. After all, he'd got his hair cut like that in the first place trying to please me.

We couldn't say goodbye just yet because we wanted to talk excitedly about our first time with each other... our first time fucking, period! I told him we'd remember each other all our lives... a first time is special. He leaned close to my head like he does and whispered he was so glad he was gay, "because, Dylan, you're prettier than any girl I could have as a girlfriend if I were straight" and he brushed my fifties hair style back with the palm of my hand and kissed me again. If there were such a thing as a "sincerity contest" this kid would win it, no contest.

Of course I do admit that many of the things he say's take me completely by surprise and I can't even think of a response to them... but he's sincere through it all. One more quick kiss from Willie and he was gone.

In a daze, with a semi-hard penis pushing against Willie's old jockey shorts, I went in my front door. Thinking about wearing Willie's underwear went a long way to turning the semi-hard penis into a full boner.... I stroked it in the bathroom till a spurt of cum splattered the sink. It came on pretty quickly too because Willie was a hot, hot boy, and he's who I concentrated on while I stroked myself off... number four climax in the past six hours or so. WOW, having a cute boyfriend rocks... I'm almost up to Dodger's total. Obviously no one was home, so no one saw us kissing... no one I cared about at least and no one saw me jerking myself off either.

Just before he left Willie told me he'd call and ask me out on a date as soon as he got back from L.A. "Ask me out on a date' oh brother, he's something alright. Even though I often have to bite my lower lip to keep from grinning or laughing at some of the serious things he says, I like him a whole lot. I'm not mocking the way he acts either, just noting it... it's sweet. What a great time we had together.

Ironically, I was worried my Mom would be home alone, and now it's me who's home alone. I wasn't hungry, still stuffed from all the food at Willie's, and I was wicked clean too from all the showers we took together... so, I sat outside and smoked a cigarette reliving the entire afternoon. Now I could laugh out loud at some of the things Willie did, but I was not dumping on him in any way.. just enjoying his eccentricity ... his unique originality... his sincerity and his innocence..

In many ways, he was a lost boy who'd never had guidance at home... or love there either. He'd seemingly picked-up this odd notion of how to treat his boyfriend from a Dick & Jane style primer on proper dating etiquette. It was charming in a corn-ball way, but very hard to keep a straight face with at times. Damn, he's cute though... his looks and the way he acts, and everything... just great. Plus, the obvious "star" attraction of the day was Willie and me experiencing our first time ever being the "top" guy. I can see were there is more than a touch of that dominant concept when I was fucking Willie... I guess that's because when I'm the "top" I'm the one ramming my cock up his ass... I'm in charge, but it doesn't have to be dominant like Carl makes it... or the Marine makes it. It's so much better to have sex with someone you really like and care for as a boyfriend... not your "boy-pussy"..

Me personally, I'm not inclined to pursue the "dominant" concept much, I want a mutually satisfying relationship with Willie. When I'm fucking him he should be enjoying it because it's me doing him... not just because it's a hard penis... and the same for when he's doing me. OK, there's a short period in the beginning where it's difficult to think about anything except how incredibly erotic my penis feels inside him, but rational thinking should be coming along shortly... unless one is a complete arrogant asshole like Larry... and I hate to say it, but Carl too... to a lessor extent.

Man oh man, lighting another cigarette I thought... more contemplating Dylan... here comes the fucking popsicle headache . But I thought about even more stuff... I realized I still like Carl, he got me started in all this. Carl, the Marine and then Larry ...who led me to Willie. I needed to experience Carl to ever get to Willie. Then, all of a sudden, the day finally caught up with me and a tiredness came on strong... and, I had to work early tomorrow.

Chubby, Tris and my Mom all got home after I'd gone to bed. I did see Chubby heading out to work the next morning. I needed to hustle to the bus stop to catch my bus so we only had a quick hug. He said, very seriously, "Oh my God, Dylan. I've got to talk to you about Henry when I get home tonight" ... I asked, "Your New York cousin, Henry?" and Chubby goes, "Yeah, him... we were in Greenwich Village Saturday night real late... he's... No. I'll tell you the whole story tonight. I missed you, Dylan!" and he ran one way and I ran the other... just made my bus too. As my hard on was developing nicely on the bus, I thought... Cousin Henry is...what? Getting married? A thief? A drug addict? Gay?...

to be continued...

Chapter 6 in two weeks... (1st week in June, 08')

Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com