Dylans Dilemma

******************* DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 6 ******************

Chapter 1

Riding the bus to work has it's moments... the swaying movement of this huge bus gives me a boner... wonder if that happens to other guys. One time I asked Chubby about that and he got all flustered, afraid someone heard me say the word "boner". It's fun feeling my penis slowly turn into a boner as the bus stops and pulls out and goes over bumps and all... feels like we're floating in a thick liquid of some kind. The regulars on this bus are use to seeing my pants sticking out in front as I walk up the aisle to get off at my stop. Hey, what are ya gonna do... life has these secret little treats for you if you can recognize them.

It's Monday of my third week on the job and I'm OK with most things now... even Toby with his reeking cologne and his inappropriate touching. And, I should mention, there is no springing a boner from Toby's "touching"... he does nothing for me sexually at all. On the bus today I contemplated Dylan's comment about his cousin, Henry. There's something about Henry that upset Dylan and I'm kinda curious because Chubby has always bragged about how cool his New York cousin is... and ya know, me not having a cool New York cousin I don't have anyone to brag about and, you know... it's that kind of thing. Anyway, Henry's twenty years old now, I think... or almost twenty and I can't help but wonder what kind of trouble he's in.

It's unlikely Henry's gay simply because ninety percent of guys aren't... plus, Chubby's never mentioned the slightest hint of Henry being anything but straight. Let's see then, what else... I don't think he's secretly married or become engaged... he's in college after all, so what can it be? Hey, maybe he's knocked some girl up. Yeah, that could be it... but I'm betting it's drug related. Henry's involved in drugs somehow. There are a lot of drugs at our high school although Chubby and me don't do them... once in a while we'll get some booze, but that's it... except we also smoke cigarettes. I don't think that counts though. Whatever.. I'll find out about Henry tonight.

During most of this morning's bus ride I contemplated Willie. I like being Willie's boyfriend. We had an awesome time yesterday afternoon. Our sex together was more like I fantasized gay sex would be. I certainly never fantasized the kind of sex I've had with Tom, Carl or Larry... except my early jerk-off fantasy, yeah... there was a kind of "dominant mystery sex partner fucking me" in that fantasy... although at that time I didn't relate the word "dominant" with sex. Back then I didn't know the concept existed. Those three... Tom, Carl and Larry have certainly turned me on sexually at times, and I had some pretty good climaxes with them, but I PREFER, prefer big time, the kind of sex I had with Willie... which is to say, sex between two boys who really like each other... boyfriends.

And, that Willie... Oh man, the hairdo stuff is so funny. The fifties flattop haircut from the old barber and Willie thinking it was hip and current, two-thousand -eight coolness personified... oh my God Willie is fun... he's unique, but fun. Also folks, fasten your seat belts because that boy can make-out like no other... Jesus! One of my new goals in life is to make out with him till I spontaneously blow a load off in my pants. Fucking him twice yesterday felt oh so good, so right... nothing has been that hot for me before. I loved it! So did he, which is what I'm talking about... boyfriends enjoying each other. It's a new concept for me... being a boy's boyfriend, and I'm really getting off on it and getting into it... as a matter of fact, just thinking about it is getting me hard, or is it this bus?

Oh, here's my stop... make way for me and my boner, please. I walked up the aisle and off the bus... then five blocks to the Dicker's offices. At the moment I'm feeling very contented about my life. I saw the Dicker's pick-up truck parked right in front so Robbie's probably waiting for me in the locker room. Right inside the front door though, I bump into Toby and he wraps his arm around my shoulders asking about my Sunday... we work six days a week so nobody ask how someone's "weekend" went... we say, "How was your Sunday?". I told him it was one of the best Sundays ever and Toby lisped, "Did ya get any?" and I'm like, "Any what, Toby?"... he gives me a squeeze on my shoulder and a sarcastic chuckle, then heads for the foremen's office, to call his mother probably.

In the locker room I say "Hi" to Robbie, who's looking good. I go, "Hey man... your hair looks like shit, dude. You better see your hair stylist pronto." and he's like, "that motherfucker's too expensive... but I'm saving up. Maybe this week sometime"... we do the one arm hug, hand shake, and pat on the back... then he gives me my coffee... yum. Love Dunkin Donut coffee... regular with cream and sugar... heavy on the sugar. Peeling back the little drinking tab on top of the coffee container I say, "Yeah, come over for a haircut any night. Wasn't it a blast, Robbie... that first haircut day we had? Dude, is Dodger still pounding his pud five or six times a day?" Robbie told me Dodger somehow kept his masturbation under enough control to allow those penis sores to heal, but Robbie's betting they'll be back. Damn, that was funny, holding Dodger's sore dick... starting in the basement all the way up to my bedroom. "Bring Dodger too, dude. Whatever you do, don't forget Dodger".

Taking a sip of the hot coffee and opening my locker... a piece of paper fell out. "What the...? I grab the piece of paper as it was floating by... on it is one word in capital letters "QUEER". My face got red... swinging my head around to catch someone looking my way... no one was. Crumpling the paper I roughly stuffed it in a corner of my locker real tight. Damn, I'm sweating... I feel shaky sitting down on the bench thinking , "who would put this in here?". Did someone see me with Willie? At his mother's party? In front of my house when we kissed? Another big sip of coffee, my hearts pounding... it's scary that someone would do this to me.

Nervously swallowing more coffee and desperately trying to think... trying to make some sense of it. This isn't a friendly joke... it feels nasty. The college guys are always kidding Robbie and me about being the Bobbsey Twins.... could it be one of them?

I didn't even know who the Bobbsey Twins were until Mrs Dickers explained that they're some old time nursery rhyme or story, I didn't really understand which. They call us that..."the Bobbsey Twins"... I guess because Robbie and I are the same size, age... same hair color, same haircut, and I guess we both kinda have a baby face, although we don't really look alike. I've been called cute a few times, but I know I'm not as cute as the Dickers brothers, or even Chubby. Maybe I'm cute like Willie's cute... in our different ways. Why should being "cute" get me in trouble though?

In any case, being cute isn't something you take credit for... or blame. I have very little to do with it one way or another. Taking it as a positive makes sense though, just like I'd accept as a positive if I were born real smart, which I wasn't. I'm average, brain-wise. Work with whatever you got in this life... that's my philosophy. OK, so the college guys make fun of us for being young-looking and sort of cute ...maybe their jealous because none of them is cute, and God knows they're certainly not! But I still don't see them putting this note in my locker. Should I asked Robbie what he thinks? Fuck! I hate this. How could I have made an enemy here? I'm nice to everyone... except for Joel Mc Carty because he's a little bit too intense for me. It's not that I'm mean to him or anything... I just don't talk to him. He seems to stare at me a lot too... very unnerving. Hmmmm?

Before I say anything to Robbie, I'll give it more thought... it's best not to jump into anything until you've taken the time to consider all the possibilities... that's what I always say. Then Robbie was standing behind me massaging my shoulders... we like to do this to each other. It really loosens the muscles before work and relaxes them after work... plus, I think we both like to feel the other boy's hands on our bodies. Hey, why not... it feels good. Fuck the college guys, and the ribbing they give us. Then I considered again that maybe it really was one of them who put the "queer' note in my locker... but... no, probably not. They're not mean-spirited guys, they're more along the lines of being humorous pains-in-the-asses... if you know what I'm trying to say. Damn, Robbie's massage feels good!

The best part of the massage is when he rubs up the back of my head... I lean my head forward and Robbie massages my head with both hands for two minutes or so. My scalp's all tingly when he's through. Then he sits down and I do the same for him. It's the best part of the job... the morning and evening massages. After I massage Robbie's head I like to smell the palms of my hands... Robbie's boyish smell roars-up off of them all yummy and sexy. It'd be awesome if he was the one who left the note... you know, maybe because he was feeling me out or something. Wouldn't that be hot!

Forgetting about the scary note for now I concentrated on the job, and Monday went along pretty well. There were moments I contemplated some more about that ultra long-shot that it actually was Robbie who left that note in my locker... his signal to me he was gay, or something like that, but then Whoa!... my fantasy was getting carried away here. Then I couldn't stop myself from wondering... "OK, if it's true and Robbie was gay for me, could I be a boyfriend to two separate guys? That sounds like a problem right there. Would I give up Willie? I don't want to give up Willie. Fuck... this "gay relationships" thing is complicated...

After work, while Robbie was massaging my shoulders again, he told me about an idea his parents talked about last night at supper. They felt Robbie and I have become friends... how about if I come home with them on Wednesdays, every Wednesday the rest of the summer, for a barbecue dinner and a swim. I looked back over my shoulder at Robbie and acted enthusiastic saying, "WOW! I'd love to do that.." but then dropped the enthusiasm to add, "except there's a problem. Chubby and I are like wicked close... like brothers really and I don't want to leave him alone for dinner every Wednesday night. So, maybe just once in awhile I could come to your place."

Robbie knew how Chubby, me, and our Moms are like family for each other. I told him all about it while walking to his house that first time and he thought it was very cool that we formed this "whole family unit" out of two broken ones. So I wasn't real surprised when he said, "Yeah, Dylan... I know, you told me about your families. I filled Mom and Dad in on that some time ago... they want him to come too. And, you know Dodger thinks the sun rises and sets on you, so please say you'll come. It'll be great!"

Now it really was," WOW!" This will definitely be cool. Chubby getting to know my friends so all of us will be friends together. Oh my God, then I though about Dodger and Chubby and chuckled to myself... that will be interesting as hell. They are both really original thinkers and they're both the same size and all that too... more "Bobbsey Twins" material if the college guys ever saw Dodger and Chubby hangin together. This is going to rock! I know Chubby will love this idea... barbecue and a swim every Wednesday.. that's awesome! This summer is really shaping up. Fuck that note... I'm just going to ignore it.

When Chubby walked in the door that night I wanted to tell him about this barbecue and swim party thing we were invited to, but he beat me to it and began telling me about his cousin, Henry. We were both drinking cans of V8 juice and Chubby goes, "It must have been one o'clock Sunday morning, Dylan.. Henry and me were taking the subway here and there and everywhere, just checking out the city. Anyway, around one AM we get off at a stop for Greenwich Village and wander around there for awhile till we find ourselves in the West Village. Dylan, lots of queers holding hands and walking with their arms around guys waists... you wouldn't believe it." I'm staring at him, trying to have an appropriate expression on my face, except I didn't know what that expression might be.

He says,"Henry bumbled into this building that turned out to be a private gay club that for ten dollars we could join. Can you believe that? Me, seventeen years old, getting into a bar! Well, Henry flips the guy a twenty dollar bill and we go in... this place is jumping with a DJ and loud hot music and dancing and music videos playing above our heads. Two real long bars and every single person in the place was a guy! No shit! A lot of them looked and acted straight, but they were dancing or talking or making out with each other." Listening to Chubby describe that gay club I'm thinking, oh my God... how cool! ...but I say, "You're obviously shitting me, right, Chubby?"

Chubby went on to tell me that Henry started holding him close to his body saying they should play along just to be on the safe side. Chubby says, "Henry even suggested we dance together so no one would know we were straight. I don't know shit about dancing, but he's got me around my waist swaying and stuff, so what the fuck, I guess we were dancing. He bought us drinks... vodka and orange juice for me. After two of those, Dylan, my head was swimming and Henry kept saying we had to dance so it was weird, dude... let me tell you, weird. Tell you the truth, I think he kissed me a couple of times." I made my eyes big at that remark, but didn't comment. It's pretty obvious that Henry has successfully bucked the odds and is gay, but Chubby apparently refuses to see it. He was laughing saying how he and Henry had those "queers" fooled. I think I know who the fool was.

Then Chubby told me how surprised Henry was to run into not one, but two guys he knew from college. They were just "night crawling" they said and happened to stumble into the same place Henry did. "Funny thing, Dylan. The one who had earrings in both ears asked me if I wanted a drink... and that was before he saw Henry. Henry later told me that that guy knew I was with him... he was just being funny. What do ya think?" I said that it sure was a big coincidence the three of them accidentally found the same gay bar. Chubby shrugged and said he heard one gay guy say to another that he had to leave The Living Room Club because it's being over run with "breeders" lately. "Isn't that a riot, Dylan? I thinks "breeders" means straight people". I said, "Weird is the word for that experience, for sure!"

The story goes on that Henry wanted to leave shortly after his college buddies got there and Chubby had begun wondering about Henry. Then Chubby has the nerve to say, "You're probably naive about this sort of thing Dylan... but it's hard to overlook. Henry's behavior I mean. That was my first inclination into believing Henry's gay though... I didn't have a clue before that night, but I got to believe he is now. What do you think, Dylan?" I was relieved Chubby hadn't been duped by that bull shit story of Henry's. Nah, now that I think about it, Chubby's way too smart to fall for that act. I said, "Yeah, me too. I guess I agree with you, Chubby... he's a gay boy playing undercover" and then Chubby told a few other funny things about the guys in the club. Truthfully, all this talk about gays was making me feel uncomfortable after awhile.

Taking Chubby's empty V8 can and throwing it in the trash with mine, I said, "Hey, not to change the subject, but guess what.." and I told Chubby about our Wednesday night pool party and barbecue invitation. Instead of getting excited about it... about hot summer swims and someone fixing us a barbecue dinner every Wednesday, Chubby bit his lower lip and made a face like he had something else on his mind first. Something he was reluctant to bring up because I'd be less than thrilled about it is. He starts out with, "Dylan, that Wednesday night pool and barbecue deal is awesome... count me in. I met those Dickers brothers at the movie, didn't I?" I said, "Yeah, you did... six weeks ago or so" ... but I couldn't ignore that he still had that "face' on. "Why are you making that worried face, Chubby?"

Chubby changed to a surprised look, "What face, dude?". I said, "Come on Chubby, sup?" He told me he hated disappointing me and that it isn't his idea... plus, there isn't anything he can do about it anyway. I'm like, "What are you talking about, bro?" and he goes, "Oh hell, I might as well come out with it". Now I was making a face, like..."What the fuck is it now...." Chubby didn't look at me as he tells me he found out today, from his team leader, the infamous Ricky, that each Saturday night from now on was designated as a mandatory "team meeting" night. That meant the window washer boys would be meeting at Ricky's house for pizza, subs or Chinese take-out each Saturday night till the end of summer. After eating they'd have their weekly meeting and then do something together as a team... movies, arcades, miniature golf... get some beer, get in a bit of trouble... "You know, Dylan... bad-ass Saturday night." Looking at him with a blank expression I was thinking, "things are really going my way lately".

He explained it was a "team spirit" thing, bonding and camaraderie and all that. Chubby ran on about how we'll still have our Sundays and we're together every other night so I shouldn't get down in the dumps about it. "Come on Chubby... say you understand. We're growing-up and things change and we can't be together every freaking minute were not working... right, my bestest buddy ever?" I was calm and said, "For God sake Chubby, what do you think I am, a little baby or something? I completely understand, and I agree with what you just said about us growing-up and all. It's true. And by the way, that "bestest buddy" comment... Henry isn't rubbing off on you, is he? Bestest?... it sounds a little faggy."

Chubby called me a dick, but I could see how relieved he was that I wasn't giving him a guilt trip about leaving me alone on Saturday nights. Chub said, "You are the bestest, Dylan" and then gave me the friendly finger... after that, we made our dinner. The thing about that Saturday night deal is this... I wanted to jump for joy. I've been worried how to explain about Willie to Dylan. Willie told me he considers Saturday night... "date night" ... and he'll be back before the end of this week so I know he'll call to ask me out for Saturday night. Now, it's no problem... I'd love to go!

Thinking about Willie and me out on another date made me want to jerk off, but Chubby and I were together on the recliner in the finished basement after dinner watching the Red Sox on TV.... my jerk-off would have to wait. I settled for the feel of Chubby's tight body next to me... I absently played with his hair as we watched the Red Sox win again. Chubby appeared so relieved he wasn't going to have to deal with a "drama" from me about Saturday nights that he was kind of extra friendly to me tonight. I took advantage and got some extra hugs in. Later I manipulated us into a wrestling match to determine who's going to go upstairs for sodas which turned into more of a hug than a wrestling match. Having a best friend like Chubby is like being with your identical twin... actually, it's more than that.... come to think of it, I can't adequately describe what it is.

The feel of Chubby's body gets me hot... he's very tight... small, but very well built, and his smell... so hot I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. I swear to God he smells so boyishly sexy... his hair is growing in too and it has this unbelievable smell that gets me so hard. It's not fair the way I yearn for him. I noticed something new too... Chubby seemed to be enjoying our mutual bodily contact tonight as much as I was. It was subtle things... the subtle pressure he exerted against me and the extra tight hold around my belly when we were wrestling... and oh yeah, Chubby had a nice boner going for him. Made me do a gulping swallow when I felt it against my buttocks. I've felt his boners before of course, like when he humps my leg, but during wrestling it's mostly me springing a boner, not Chubby... I've never felt his boner against my ass before either... before tonight that is.

I'd noticed his boner initially when I slipped halfway off the recliner, Chubby changed positions to grab me and keep me from cracking my head on the floor... in that new position it was quite obvious he had that hard, hard boner. I love the feel of that stubby cock of his, particularly when it's hard... and I let myself fantasize about it inside me... now who has the boner! I groaned with it... the groan slipped out this time and Chubby asked if he was hurting me... his voice sounding real concerned. I love that kid so much and I know he feels love for me... I know it! I just wish it was the same type love I feel for him.... I'm afraid there's more than a tiny bit of difference though, unfortunately.

Next day, Tuesday morning... sitting in front of my locker with my two pair of washed "Dicker's Landscaping" T shirt and shorts in my lap hesitating to open my locker... afraid what I'd find this time. Taking a sip of coffee and trying to pay attention to Robbie's question.. "You guys like chicken OK? Dad does a super barbecue sauce for chicken on the grill."

I nodded my head and said, "Yeah, chicken on the grill kills. Chubby and me love barbecue chicken anyway it's cooked." Robbie went on with the rest of tomorrow's dinner menu as I slowly opened the door to my locker. The note I'd crumbled-up and shoved in a corner was roughly smoothed-out and taped onto the back panel of the locker. A crinkled note reading "QUEER" ...and someone had added a big explanation mark after the word "queer".

My hand was shaky as I ripped the paper off and scrunched it into a tight ball again. This time I held it in my clenched fist and, in the middle of Robbie's sentence, walked right by him and into the bathroom and flushed the note down the toilet. My whole body was shaky... it really unnerved me. Coming back to my locker I stared at the college guys hard. All three smiled, one waved and said, "Sup Bobbsey?" and another one said, "Looking good, babe"... They didn't put that note in my locker... I was sure of that. I gave them a wan smile and went over to massage Robbie's shoulders. That got me back in a good mood.

That night we had a haircut night. Chubby, me, Robbie and Dodger. It was after we'd all eaten dinner. Robbie drove himself and Dodger over in their pick-up.

Chubby had already finished cutting my hair before they got here. I asked Chubby "just for the hell of it" to brush my hair up on top and run the clippers just over the ends to even them off. He did it and laughed saying it looked like the kids in my grandfather's yearbook... that confirmed I was right... I thought that's where I first saw Willie's haircut. I brushed off his comment by saying it wouldn't matter because I either spike the hairs on top or combed them down... which was what I did as soon as he'd evened them off. But now I could do my hair the way Willie liked it. Which I intended to do for our date which I expect will be this Saturday... or at least I hope it will be this Saturday.

After that I started on Chubby's haircut and finished it with the Dickers boys watching. Then while I cut Robbie's hair Chubby and Dodger played computer games.

Dodger again wanted to watch Robbie get his haircut, but Chubby said, "I heard you're a fucking genius at that computer game, little dude. We'll fucking see about that.. Get moving." Dodger's like, "What a hard ass this guy is" but I could tell those two really hit it off. I heard reams of laughter coming from my bedroom all the way down in the basement. Dodger's laugh is contagious and it made Robbie and me laugh too... not even knowing what was so funny.

Obviously Chubby's bizarre take on the world around us had Dodger laughing his little perfect set of nuts off which relaxed me and made me feel good. I was treating Robbie in a very familiar way by now, squeezing his neck or chin or running my hand from the front of his forehead, up and over the top of his head and squeezing his shoulders. We did the massage stuff at work and this was the second time I'd cut his hair so we felt very comfortable with each other. I find Robbie to be very sexy and it required self control, some willpower, not to hug him around his neck and kiss him. I settled for what I had though, all this touching... and was grateful for it. It seems my infatuation with boys is growing every day. It's so wonderful to be around these new friends... and I'm so anxious to see my boyfriend, Willie, again too. I felt so good about the way my life was going.

Then, done with Robbie's haircut, Dodger hopped up on the stool and as I was giving him his regular buzzed haircut I thought of that comment about how haircuts turned him on sexually... hell, they actually gave him erections. Needless to say that interested me quite a bit and I took my time with his haircut. Last time it was done in five minutes, not this time. I ran the clippers slowing over his head...from the front of his head back to the crown, and over that too. Time after time, insuring no random hair escaped the clippers. With the clippers running I leaned down to stage-whisper in Dodger's ear, "Shall I cut it wicked short this time, Dodger? Shorter then you've ever had it cut before?" he gulped and tried to say something but it came out a wet gasp. I could feel the heat coming off his head and his wonderful boyish smell was wafting across my face... it's awesome for someone like me, who loves boys, to have this much contact with them... and feel comfortable about it too. Like I said...awesome!

Naturally I didn't cut it wicked short like I threatened to do... well, it was short, but it was exactly the length that Dodger had requested. He didn't know that though and it excited him to think I was running bare clippers on his head. Just about done, I unexpectedly whipped off the cape from around Dodger's neck and shook out the hairs while staring at his lap. Sure enough, that super fine cock of his was pushing his cargo shorts straight up. Dodger's hands went right to his boned up pecker and he played with it a bit before adjusting it sideways in his pants. Totally taking me by surprised he said, "This is a helluva boner you gave me, Dylan. Great haircutting technique, dude." He was more then a little out of breath when he said it, but didn't appear to be the least bit embarrassed by his boner. Actually, he'd sort of turned the tables on me with that comment and I was the one who felt awkward now. I recovered a little and said, "Ah. yeah... boners are your friend" and left it at that. Dodger chuckled and mumbled, "Oh yeah, ya got that right, dude".

Later, the four of us piled in the pickup and went to get soft serve ice cream at the Diary Queen. None of the participants of the Diary Queen massacre from that fight-night after Ken's Steak House were in attendance. Chubby has the type of personality that most guys immediately take to and the Dickers brothers were no exception. They easily bonded with him, especially Dodger. After his haircut Dodger had come right out with it telling everyone about the boner he claims I gave him. Chubby says, "Boner from a haircut ?... how fucking cool is that? You're a lucky little dude, Dodger". Dodger goes, "No shit, Sherlock". Man, these three make me smile.

The Dickers brother took off for home after the ice cream... and then Chubby went up for bed. I wandered around our condo drinking a coke and contemplating how fortunate I've been lately... and then that god damn "queer" note popped in my head to ruin my contemplating. I can't come up with a solid reason why anybody at work would treat me that way. I haven't done anything to anyone to make them do that. Just then my cell phone goes off and it's Willie. Jeez, I was so glad to hear his voice... just hearing his excited way of talking gave me the start of a stiffy. "Dylan, hi dude! I miss you man. How's it going?" I told him it would be going a lot better if he'd get back from L.A. and he says, "Would you go out with me Saturday night". Just like that.

The thought crossed my mind that I would have said "yes" to that question even if Chubby hadn't already inadvertently opened the way for me to say "yes". I'd have said "yes" and then figured out what I was going to tell Chubby later. That won't be necessary now so I said, "Saturday you say? Let me check my calendar, Willie. Hmmmm? This Saturday do you mean?" Willie, real quietly says, "Yes, this coming Saturday. Oh, I hope you aren't busy." Once again he leaves me speechless. He was taking me seriously about checking my calendar... I can just see him there in L.A. with a worried look on his face, his fingers crossed, as he waited for my answer. Oh man! I said, "I'm teasing, Willie. Of course I'll go out with you... I can hardly wait. Where shall we go?"

He let out a long sigh of relief and went, "Oh, don't scare me like that, Dylan. I have it all planned out.

I'll take you to an early dinner at T.G.I.F.'s and we'll catch an early movie and then go back to my house to do what we did at Mother's birthday party. What do ya think?" I told him he didn't need to spend any money, we could just hang out, get a pizza and then go to his house to do what we did at his mother's birthday party. Willie stayed sincere and says, "You're my boyfriend Dylan and I'm treating you right.

Just be ready at five-thirty Saturday afternoon." By the time we hung up I'd changed the time to six PM... to allow me to get showered after work.

Before that though, we talked about not hearing from our "tops" and the trip to Maine. With Willie as my boyfriend I didn't even want to go to Maine, but I didn't tell Willie that because he thinks it's sacrilegious or something to say anything against Carl or Larry. Willie sounded happy and anxious to see me again so I left it at that. He said, "Look Dylan, I've been thinking about it and I think you're wrong... I think we are in love after all." I didn't want to argue, I said, "If you say so Willie... I'm your boyfriend, I know that much for sure." He said, "Oh" which he often says... shortly after that we said "goodnight". I was tired but, none-the-less, I needed to jack-off thinking about Willie... no, not in love, but definitely in lust.

Next day at work, nothing new in my locker. I put my boardie swimsuit and towel in the locker, changed into work clothes and thought about Willie some more... and then thought about tonight after work and the pool and barbecue party... Chubby, Robbie and Dodger... I'm a lucky kid, I really am. The work day was same-o, same-o Wednesday... Robbie and me finished our massages and were dressed in street clothes just waiting for his parents to close-up shop. I told Robbie I'd be outside smoking... just give a yell when it was time to go. Lighting up and taking a drag and then exhaling just as Joel walks out the door, right into my exhaled smoke. He waved his arms around and gave me a dead-look stare before saying, "If I get it in my head you did that on purpose I'll seriously hurt you" .... he kept giving me that dead, scary stare.

Swallowing hard I go, "Na no, I didn't blow that smoke your way on purpose". He stared ten more seconds and growled, "I despise wimpy boys like you. You make me sick." He casually walked to an old Volkswagen Beetle, got in and drove jerkily away. What a piece of shit that car is, I thought, as my heart thudded dully in my chest... then I took three deep breaths. He scares the hell out of me. What did I do to him? The muscles in his neck had bulged when he said I made him sick... a vein ticked at his temple... he was pissed-off big time. But at what? He has got to be the one who put that "queer" note in my locker... it has to be him.

Flicking my cigarette into the street and watching it carom sideways off the front door... I picked it up and tried to flick it again. This time it flicked up and hit my chin. Fuck! I stepped on the butt in disgust. Joel had shaken me up quite a bit. He could physically kill me within ten seconds if he chose to. Why does he hate me? Then I hear..."Dylan, let's go dude". I ran around to the side of the building where their pick-up was parked deciding not to mention this to anyone... why get Joel more pissed-off at me.

Robbie and me rode in the back bed of the truck. It was fun, bumpy... but fun. Looking at Robbie was fun too. He had sunburn on his nose, me too... during the day we both wore the company's baseball hat to protect most of our pale faces from the sun. Even so, we were starting to acquire a pale tan on our arms and face... it looked healthy and good. Especially on Robbie... what a cute looking guy... him and his brother. Yum! Fuck Joel... he's not going to ruin my time tonight.

Chubby was talking with Dodger when we pulled up. Robbie had given Chubby directions to his house and later tonight we'll get a ride home from Robbie, but for now.. "Chubby! You made it. HI!" and Chub's like, "Course I made it, numbnuts" and he came over to the pick-up and was introduced to Mr and Mrs Dickers. I went over to do a quick one arm hug, hand shake, and pat on the back with Dodger. "Hey", I asked Dodger, "how come I never get that fast-as-a-flash kiss like Robbie gets?" and I got it right that second. It was so quick I wasn't sure for a fraction of a second that it actually had happened, but the smirk on Dodger's face confirmed he'd given me a kiss on the lips alright. I said, "That's better, you little homo" and Dodger laughed and gave my ass a squeeze. Jeez!

Mr Dickers rocks with the grill... oh my, the food was so good. Sweet barbecue sauce on crispy-skinned chicken off the grill. The taste of chicken cooked on a gas grill is so different then when it's cooked in an oven... no comparison. Mrs Dickers made french fries that killed and cole slaw so creamy and yummy, sweet corn on the cob, cucumber slices with Vidalia onions and tomato... and to drink, that old summer standby, iced tea with lime wedges. Chubby looked over at me and I knew he was thinking about our dinner at Ken's with the iced tea... we'd drank ice tea that night too, but only after we'd tried ordering beer, which hadn't worked out... the waitress laughing in our faces... the bitch. Tonight's barbecue dinner was awesome and later we all wanted to jump in the pool, but guess who forgot a bathing suit... Chubby, that's who. Who's the numbnuts now?

Recognizing another missing bathing suit situation, Dodger did the same thing he did with me and stepped out of his speedo and handed it to Chubby... at least it was dry this time. He'd handed me his wet one. I snickered seeing Chubby's eyes get big as he stared at the naked Dodger, Chubby goes, "Holy shit... no need to be shy around us Dodger, just us guys here" then he laughed nervously. Dodger looked like.. what the fucks wrong?... then Chubby looked down at the suit and I'm betting he saw those skid marks that Dodger leaves in underpants and bathing suits. Man, I'm trying not to laugh out loud, but it ain't easy. Chubby goes, "Ah.. oh no. I couldn't... really, I couldn't." He was chuckling now at how absurd this was. I tentatively asked, through my smirk... "Ya want to use mine, Chubby?" he grabbed it out of my hand saying, "Terribly nice of you old man... thanks so much" and he and Robbie went off to change, laughing, bumping into each other and having a good old time. I was left holding Dodger's skid marked, too small speedo again.

Dodger took off naked to find another suit ... the parents were at the other end of the house watching TV... thank God! There's a small pool bathroom off the attached garage that I changed in, smiling to myself, remembering that look on Chubby's face when he saw the skids, hee hee ...and, after my laugh, I had to then put that god damn speedo on myself... whoa!... not so funny now. Tighter than I remembered too. I must be turning into a pervert or something because that little swim suit gives me a hard on. Probably best I don't think too much about the pee pee stains or skid marks in this tiny piece of Hi Tech fabric or I might leave a little of my own DNA in there for Dodger to enjoy.

Later, in the pool, there was a lot of that childish nut crunching going on... Dodger was unmerciful and one had to defend oneself. It was fun acted like ten year old kids for awhile. You get four rambunctious teenage boys in a pool together and there will be some wrestling going on... which was so fine from my point of view. The bodies of those three boys, all wet, slippery, tight, smooth and muscular had my cock working over time. Well, not just mine... no teen can control that thing called a penis when circumstances allow it to operate with a mind of it's own.

I made it my business to be clumsy enough with my arms, hands, legs and feet to explore those hot teen bodies, inconspicuously of course.. and there were boners in all three swimsuits at one time or another... as a matter of fact, I don't recall Dodger's ever going down... nice hard four and a half inches holding steady the whole time we were in the pool. Penises and water sometime don't mix too well and shrinkage can occur, but add enough hot bodily contact and stimulation and a boner will over-come the shrinkage problem. At one point Dodger tried out something new... he had his hand inside the front of my speedo with his fist around my boner for just a second or two... he did it two different times. It was real quick both times, but we exchanged "looks"... swear to God, I almost blew my load the second time he did it. I had to float over to the side of the pool and try to keep from hyperventilating.

It's frustrating to me that I just don't know how to follow-up with Dodger's aggressive sexy behavior. What if he thinks he's just doing acceptable teenager screwing around... like us kids did on the Middle School bus with all the nut crunching and ass grabbing stuff... not intentionally sexual... although maybe it was subconsciously, who knows. Dodger might very well think he's just playing... and then when I try something on him like stroking his cock, he screams for Robbie to save him from the homo sex maniac, me? What then?

It sucks not knowing stuff and not knowing how to find out the answer or the guidance. Maybe I should visit Carl in Maine, that's if he ever gets around to inviting me up there in the first place... we can have one of our mentor sessions about this sort of thing. Get his "take" on how to proceed. I'd love to know how to handle this because it's too exciting for words to even dream Dodger might want to play around with some gay sexy stuff... with me! Of course, he won't be sixteen for a couple of weeks, maybe I'm too old for him. See, more confusing issues. Anyway, for now I limited myself to exchanging "knowing" glances with him... even though I actually don't "know" shit about what the glances mean.

Robbie drove us home at dusk because the mosquitoes were coming out to eat us alive. The four of us in the front seat of the pick-up's cab. Nice having Dodger on my lap and Chubby squished against my side. We all had a great time and next Wednesday we'll do it all again. Chubby and me sat on our front steps and smoked a cigarette after getting dropped off. Chubby thought the Dickers brothers rocked... he really like them. Then he got in a melancholy mood just before going inside and said, "I really like your friends, Dylan... they're nicer than the guys I've met through the window washing job. The Dickers are more like our kind of people, ya know?" I shook my head in agreement remembering the window washer boys Chubby and I met at the movies that time. Wistfully, Chubby added, "I'll be real happy when we have enough money to get our license and some kind of car and I can leave that window washing crowd behind." Man, I didn't know what to say so I just squeezed the back of his neck and mumbled, "You can handle it, Chubby..."

He gave me a wry smile, patted my head and gave me a hug saying, "I feel so good for you, Dylan. We'll be OK ... we'll both be OK" What he meant by that exactly is another mystery to me, but it's the first time he's come right out and said he was unhappy about that job... and he included the guys, Rickie was included too or he would have excluded him, which he didn't do. He isn't happy with any of them. I really don't want to gloat, but I knew there was something wrong with Rickie the first time I met him. Chubby disagreed with me at the time.. he thought Ricky was soooo cool. Well, like I said... I'm not gloating, but... ya know.... I was right.

***************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 6 ******************

chapter 2

Riding to work on the bus Thursday morning I contemplated the hot time we had at the Dickers last night. It was so nice having Chubby with me. I was showing off Chubby to the Dickers brothers and showing off the Dickers brothers to Chubby. Made me feel important... somehow. I sure like them all and Mr and Mrs Dickers were very nice and considerate too. They know us kids like to be left alone... they didn't horde in on our fun and I appreciate that. They fed us fabulously and then.. "Have fun boys... there's sodas in the cooler." That's the way to handle it, if you ask me. Leave us kids alone whenever possible.

Nice boner from the bus ride and then everything went OK at work too. No run-in with Joel and no "queer" note in my locker. I saw Joel many times during the day but I just looked away at something else or someone else, but ya know... it's nerve-racking, to say the least. Then I thought, what a baby I am sometimes. OK... so Joel's a negative aspect of my job. I was remembering Chubby's negative endorsement of everything about his job situation last night and, reading between the lines a little, it certainly appears he has a much tougher time at work then I do... and he's not whining. Life is full of challenges, both Chubby and I have known that for years. We're tough enough though and of course we've always had each other's back... till now. Now we're more or less on our own in the workforce and, like I said... I've probably got it easier than Chubby.

After dinner Chubby and I did all the leg and pubes shaving and then we jerked off together. Before we did the jerking off we'd been discussing Dodger's comment that he and Robbie jerked off together every night... frankly, that made it less awkward for Chubby and I to do it. It's fun watching Chubby wank his short cock. He uses just his thumb and index finger... they form a ring around his dick. His foreskin, like mine, was never cut so the head of his boner blinks on and off like a light as his foreskin covers it and pulls off it and covers it... over and over and faster and faster. So fast that after awhile it's hard to follow. Watching him jerk-off gets me harder and harder and tonight I almost beat him to climax. Chubby edged me out by ten seconds. His sperm shoots straight out of that swollen penis head... hard shots, bang, bang, bang... three strings of cum, fast, with Chubby's face red and his cheeks puffed out. Him going "Oh oh oh oh...YES! Oh Oh!" Something worthwhile seeing, that's for sure.

Man, watching him really turns me on. Somedays I fantasize about him shooting his cum in my mouth. Thinking that thought right then had me thrusting my crotch forward and upward as a string of cum arches up and, before it lands, another string follows.. I felt faint with the effort for just that one second and then the yummy sensations overwhelm me and I moan and gasp at the intense pleasure that ejaculation produces ... chills and thrills all over my body... shudders and fast blinks of my eyelids... all involuntary reactions to those erotically charged feelings of pleasure. Doing it with Chubby makes it that much more of an intense happening... "awesome" doesn't quite cover it really..

Chubby looked over to see me shoot off and then, his eyes shining big and bright, mumbles, "That don't suck, does it? Whoa... I love to cum." I nodded my head saying, "Oh it's OK, I guess"... he's chuckling about something or other as we towel up our cum. "Ya ever taste it Chubby?" I asked, and he goes, "Yeah" and wipes his finger in cum drools on his legs and sucks it off. I'm like, "Let me taste" and he uses the same finger to wipe up a little more and holds it to my mouth. I was surprised, but delighted, that he did that and I wrapped my lips around his finger and tongued and sucked the cum off. I could feel my dick start to get hard again. "Taste like anything to you" Chubby wanted to know. I make a face like I'm thinking and then say, "Barbecue sauce?" and Chubby goes, "You are such a dick sometimes, Dylan".

We're smiling sarcastically at each other... trying to pretend this is no big deal. "Let me taste yours" he says, and I finger some into his mouth. He holds my wrist so he can lick my finger twice and he makes like he just realized what it taste like... "I got it... it taste like cum" he says with emphasis... we both laughed. I was in shock that Chubby played along with this... it was so exciting, but I had to be cool with it... like him. It was probably the loosey goosey activities around the pool earlier tonight that relaxed his usually up-tight attitude toward this type of thing. I was definitely on my way to another boner thinking "I just swallowed Chubby's cum"... first taste ever.

Later, when we did our hug goodnight I imitated Dodger and Robbie a little and did a quick-as-a-flash tiny kiss on the side of Chubby's head... no comment from him. Then I walked out my front door with him and took the opportunity to hug him again real quick and then watched him go up the steps to his place... he's got the greatest ass any kid ever had. My boner was back full sized by now... laying in bed I was sure I could still smell Chubby's smell in my head as I stroked myself slowly for twenty minutes before a small splash of cum hit my hand. Nice... just before sleeping.

Friday night Chubby and I went to the movies and ran into a couple of kids who were in Chubby's homeroom last year. When we spotted them Chubby said to me, out the side of his mouth, "Ohh, these dudes are funny, but they're always getting into trouble somehow too. We had a bitchin time last year in homeroom." The two kids came running up calling out, " Jeffrey, Jeffrey, is that you making the farting sounds?" People turned around to stare at us. Chubby and his pals were high fiving and laughing... obviously this was their inside joke about something that happened to them last school year in homeroom... I don't even want to imagine what it was.

After the hellos and introductions they wanted us to smoke some pot with them. We didn't do that, but we did wander around with them in the parking lot while they smoked a joint and we smoked a Marlboro Light. Inside the movie... Chubby's friends, Marshall and Desmond, sat with us and laughed out loud at everything anybody in the movie said. The movie itself was fairly funny... Marshall and Desmond were hysterically funny. Some older patrons were going "shhhhh! shhhhh!' but the audience was made-up mostly of kids our age and it got riotous. It was a fun night, but we almost got into another fight before it was over. Some kid pushed Chubby leaving the theater so he and I went at the kid hot and heavy, but Lowe's Movie Theater resident cop broke it up before anyone got seriously hurt. Just another night of laughs, fights, and threats among the local teen natives...

Saturday we both worked of course... today, after work, Chubby went to his first Saturday night meeting of the window washer boys. I'm getting ready for my date with Willie. After my shower I used Mom's hairdryer to brush my hair up straight creating the oldtime flattop hairdo, like Willie asked me to... like his. My hairdo looks pretty much like his now because I'd had Chubby even-off the ends on top during my last haircut. It made me laugh thinking about Willie and me with this same out-dated haircut. Gay guys do bizarre fashion stuff like this all the time though... I think we do anyway. Then I was out on the front steps smoking a cigarette, waiting for Willie... just like last time.

And, just like last time he pulled up in that hot two-seater convertible, smiled and waved at me... then blew his horn. He looked real cute, that sweet "excuse-me" smile he has... it's as if he's always hoping upon hope that everything's OK. Coming down the steps smiling back at him I flicked my cigarette into the gutter and it flew right over Willie's head... totally by accident, with my heart in my throat. Willie goes, "WOW! That was cool." he thought I did it on purpose. Had to laugh to myself... partly with relief the butt didn't hit him or his car, and partly because he thought I'd do something like that on purpose. Willie called out, "Dude, love your haircut" and then in a very sincere, quiet manner he added, "Thank you, Dylan". I rubbed across my flattop and swallowed hard, he's so easy to please... it gave me that feeling I get with him often... the one where I want to hug him and tell him how special he is.

As soon as I was in the passenger seat Willie leaned over to kiss me and this time I found myself saying, "Sorry Willie... can we wait till we're out of my neighborhood? I'm still in the closet and, you know... please." Willie goes, "Oh, I forgot, Dylan... I'm the one who needs to say I'm sorry!" we pulled away from the curb with me unwrapping a piece of dubble-bubble, bubblegum. It taste so delicious for about ten seconds, then loses ninety-five percent of it's flavor... what's up with that? I admitted to myself, as I chewed that piece of gum, that the note in my locker with "QUEER!" written on it had influenced my behavior just then.

Somebody saw me doing something with somebody, some time or other... I think it must have been with Willie, but then... maybe someone saw me with the Marine one of those times? It's very disturbing to know you have an enemy out there, especially not knowing who it is... who could it be? I always go back, in the end, to believing it's Joel Mc Carty. In any case it's not Willie's fault or his problem, but I had let it get in the way of Willie's ideal date... sort of. Trying to make it up to him, I squeezed the back of his neck and said, "You look so cool tonight, Willie. I should say "thank you" to you... I feel so lucky you picked me to be your boyfriend." He took in a big breath and bit his bottom lip, tried to say something... coughed, made a face, and then in a strangled voice said, "Your welcome, Dylan". He was beaming...

Willie drove us down Route 30, past the turn-off for his house and right onto the Mass Pike. His car has an "EASY PASS" thingie on the windshield so we hardly slowed down at the tolls. We were heading for Boston.

Willie had to shout over the traffic noise to tell me..."We'll eat at a TGI Fridays outside Cambridge. The movie theater is near there. OK, Dylan?" I nodded at him, it's not easy talking in a convertible that's flying down the turnpike at seventy miles an hour. I've lived in Massachusetts all my life, but I've never even been in Cambridge. You can't get around much if you don't have a drivers license. There's the " T " in and around Boston of course... that's the MBTA which is the train/trolley/subway system in Boston. It's pretty good, but if you live in the suburbs you really need your own car... like Willie has.

It's early for most diners, but TGI Friday's always has customers any time of the night or day. The restaurant's full name is Thank Goodness It's Friday... it's a chain, but a pretty good one. We got a booth and Willie got right in next to me and took my hand in his. That was too much for me and I asked him if he wouldn't mind sitting across from me... "so I can look at your cute face". He blushed, started to protest, and then reluctantly moved over across from me. Damn, two of us sitting next to each other in a booth?... come on!... that's too much even for Willie.

Willie is, in many ways, a contradiction. He's shyly naive and innocent, but also he wants to be the "man"... the one in charge. Wants to think of me as his "date" who he's "taking out". He picks me up and takes me "on a date" which he pays for. It's not the way I'd choose to do it, but I'll be damn if I'm going to hurt his feelings, not when I can help it I'm not. That being said, sitting on the same side of the booth was too much... feelings or not. I go along with most of his unusual conception of how our relationship should go because it's harmless and because I like him so much. When he was settled in across from me I tried to explain, "Willie, I'm so new to being gay, I don't always know what's right. Don't be mad at me, OK?"

Willie isn't the slightest bit manipulating or sneaky nor does he ever think about advancing some nefarious agenda for himself... no, this is how he honestly, in his heart, believes the proper "date" should proceed.

My loosely formed plan to counterman that is to make little adjustments in our relationship, as I'm able to... without making it obvious to Willie. Nothing too drastic, no changes too fast. I wouldn't burst his fantasy bubble for anything... not if I can help it. Fact is, I enjoy his eccentric side... his original, surprising personality is strangely captivating and very sweet... it is to me, anyhow... but, you know, sitting side by side in a restaurant booth? He answers me with, "I'm not mad at you... I understand you're uncomfortable with me sometimes, Dylan, and I'm trying to do my best to not take it too personally."

Willie made his little speech and then reached over and held my hand between both of his saying, for about the tenth time since I've known him, "Anyway, I never in a million years thought I'd ever have a date as hot and sexy and cute as you are... and as nice too. I know you wouldn't intentionally hurt my feelings... sometimes you, like you said, just don't know the correct way to act". I stared back blankly at his seriously sincere cute face as I was trying to come up with something to say. It's not unusual that Willie will say something that I can't immediately respond to because it's simply too off the wall... too unexpected.

Well, some of his last statement is preposterous and some of it makes me blush every time he says it, even as I realize how silly it is. For one thing, me being such a hot boy/date... that's nuts for a number of reasons. He's cuter than I am, he's got his own hot convertible, he goes to an exclusive Prep school, he's got wickedly rich parents, he knows his way around Boston, Cambridge. L.A. or wherever, and all in all... he's the hottie "catch", not me. He's the "trophy date", not me! I'm the "country bumpkin". But, he sees it the way he chooses. I looked Willie in the eyes and go, "Like I said in the car... I'm the lucky one, Willie. I love that we're boyfriends... I really do and I really feel lucky. I'll learn about being gay from you."

Oh my God, Willie was beaming with pride again and I wanted to hug him so tight and tell him how wonderful he is... I don't think enough people have told him that during his seventeen years of life. Interrupting our mutual-admiration-society was a college-age waiter who had arrived to take our order... we ordered Fried Mozzarella for our shared appetizer and when Willie nodded his head at me that I should order first, I ordered Jack Daniels Glazed Ribs for my main course... baked stuffed potato and a salad with Italian dressing. Willie said, "I'll have the same as my date's having, thank you. And, oh, please bring us extra napkins and we'll both have cokes". I smiled to myself thinking... "same as my date"?... hmmm, this is going to be a real challenge changing Willie. I have a feeling I'm the one who'll wind-up changing... Willie smiled at me so hard when the waiter left... it was obvious he was so proud to have me as his "date". That's real nice, although I may have flushed some when the waiter smirked in my direction at the "my date" comment. Willie was making it more than slightly awkward for me, as usual... but, he's doing things his way and... what the hell, it's sweet.

After some small talk about the waiter... did I think he was cute? and did he, the waiter, come on to me at all?. "No" to both questions. Willie then had a long rap that was funny although obviously he had memorized it for tonight. He listed a number of things women put in a newspaper personal ad when seeking male companionship, and what those words in actuality represent. Decoding the "buzz" words, he called it... for example, if a woman says she's "forty-ish" it really means she's forty-nine. If a woman describes herself as "athletic" she's really confessing that she has no tits.

He got me laughing pretty good and the more I laughed the more confidently he came out with additional examples... If she put "average looking" in her personal ad it actually means... ugly. If she list herself as "beautiful" it means... she's a pathological liar. "Emotionally secure", equals... heavily medicated. "Feminist" means... fat. "Fun person" means she's probably been called annoying quite frequently by other male companions. If she says she's "new age" that means she's got body hair in the wrong places. "Outgoing" probably indicates she drinks too much and is loud and embarrassing. "Large framed" would be used to describe a hugely fat woman. And others like those... he'd memorized a lot of them.

Oh my goodness, he was so cute calling out these funny lines. Our appetizer and cokes came while I was red faced from laughing. It was slightly humorous stuff, but mostly it was Willie's facial expressions and his own laughter that struck me as being so funny. The harder I laughed, the harder Willie laughed... laughing at his own memorized jokes. Willie didn't realize the waiter was standing behind him at first. And, by the way... the waiter did have a cute smile in his not-so-cute face. When the waiter laughed along with Willie and me, that made Willie look up and see him, and say, "Oh, our fried cheese and sodas"

The waiter nodded his head in the affirmative and said, "Dude, those woman personal ad things are funny, aren't they? Did ya see the ones in Boston Magazine last month?" While the waiter was putting down our stuff Willie sincerely said, "I forget where I read those. It could have been Boston magazine. I'm always looking for interesting things to talk about in case I have a date for the evening, perhaps some of it will occur to me to talk about." That stopped the waiter and me in our tracks... nothing to say to that, but it made me think, "Willie is always, always nice... and directly honest to everybody".

While eating our ribs Willie told me a number of things that reminded me of Chubby's "factoids" and my curiosity finally got the best of me so I asked, "Willie, did you actually memorize all these things just to be able to use them for dinner conversation tonight?". He got real red in the face, did a fake cough, and asked me, "How did you know I memorized everything, Dylan?" I made a face and shrugged my shoulders like "it's no big deal" and he added, "I was afraid nothing would occur to me that was interesting and you'd be bored on our date". He looked humiliated... like he'd be caught doing something wrong.

It was so unusual I was speechless again... what to say to such openness? He admitted to memorizing his dinner conversation. I decided on honesty of my own, "Damn Willie, that strikes me as being so fucking considerate of you... to care that much, I mean. Thank you, Willie" He was looking less chagrined now and I finished up with, "I loved the memorized parts of your conversation tonight, but I've always liked your extemporaneous conversation very much too. I think you're a special and interesting person." He swallowed hard and squeaked out, "You're special too."

After saying that stuff, and with Willie discontinuing the memorized aspect of our dinner conversation, neither of us could think of anything to say. It got real awkward until I said, "Oops Willie, let go back to the memorized stuff..." and we both laughed. It was easier going from then on. Frankly, Willie was generally interesting to me because of his unique "take" on dating... exploring the ins and outs of that alone could hold my interest for any number of dinner conversations. Plus, there's always the periods of quiet time... I felt that just looking at him was fun.

He was fun to be with... period.

After dinner we found where we'd parked the car and Willie drove us into Cambridge, Massachusetts. We were looking for The Brattle Theatre where Willie wanted us to see a gay oriented movie, "Shelter". He'd been here a couple of dozen times but according to Willie driving around Cambridge in a car is never easy. Luckily he found a parking spot two blocks from the theatre so we got out and he locked up the car saying, "You're my good luck charm, Dylan. This is the best parking spot I've ever found when coming here for a movie." Then he motioned for me to come near him and he got me around my waist with his right arm... like that we slowly walked to the Brattle. There were other gay couples mixed in with obviously straight ones... none of them paid any attention to us.

I didn't see anyone I knew, which is a good thing... Willie knew a few and he said "Hi" to them as we walked. There was a long line outside the movie theatre that Willie ignored as he led me along the line toward the front. We stopped fairly close to the front and Willie goes, "There they are. Hi Martin! ... Hi Jeremy!'. Two slightly older looking guys turned and gave Willie big smiles. Both were shorter than Willie and me... about five feet seven inches and stocky. They were "OK" in the looks department, nothing special... both wore earrings and both had a tattoo on their neck... I thought, "Ugh!" to that. They weren't touching each other, but something about them labeled them "gay"... I would have thought that same thing no matter where I happened to see them.

The one with the died blond hair said, "My favorite stromo, Willie Worthington. Hi sweetheart... and you've got yourself a boyfriend. Oh, Martin look... now we see why our young friend has that butch, retro haircut... his girlfriend has it too." The two guys chuckled in a nice way and the real blond said to Willie, "Come on honey, you and your boyfriend get here in line with us." The people behind him mumbled and grumbled, but no one had the balls to challenge us for butting in front of the line.

Willie introduced me to Jeremy and Martin as "my boyfriend, Dylan Newman"... and then introduced his friends to me... Martin Remingdom was the real blond and Jeremy Goldman had died blond hair. "They're not boyfriends, Dylan... just friends who hang out together and do some random sex now and then." "More rare than random", Martin said... and then goosed Jeremy. While the line was moving at a snail's pace, I learned how Willie knew these guys. Martin worked for a lawn service that did work on the Worthington property. One day last summer Willie took some bottled water out for the workers and gave a bottle to Martin... Martin had his gaydar on which "outed" Willie on the spot. Willie chimed in with, "Oh Dylan... you should have seen Martin. No shirt on, just short/shorts with his hairy legs bulging with muscles and he was all sweaty and hunky looking... plus I was horny. I hadn't seen Larry for three weeks by then." I smiled, but couldn't think of anything to say to that except.. yuck!. It's always entertaining though, watching Willie's animated expressions ... he gets so excited about things.

Well, the story goes on that last summer, one thing led to another, and Willie and Martin ended up in one of the five car garage bays... Willie blowing Martin and Martin blowing Willie... both, to beat the band. In the weeks that followed, Martin also began banging Willie regularly and Martin added, "Willie's my favorite twink forever, but alas, he's too young for me... I'm twenty-two now. So, I'm trying to seduce this old guy I'm with, Mr Jeremy Goldman, who's even older than I am." Jeremy says, "Yeah, two months older". They were funny, those two... and let me tell ya, there was no shortage of conversation with Martin and Jeremy on the scene... no need to memorize something to say with them around. They were outrageous, but really nice too... I enjoyed their company. Inside the theatre there wasn't any talking at all once the movie started.

Martin and Jeremy sat there like two regular movie goers, but not Willie and me. He had to have his arm around my neck and my head pulled over to his... in a short while, I rested my forehead against the side of Willie's head and he'd turn his head to kiss the side of my face from time to time. I wasn't annoyed by this slightly embarrassing position. First of all he smelled so good, and also he's the first gay boy in my life that I truly liked... so, it was nice to touch him and nice to feel so "wanted" by him. Every so often Willie would whisper in my ear, so low I could hardly hear him... "I love you so much, Dylan. I love everything about you" and he'd kiss the side of my face and hold it for fifteen or twenty seconds. He gives me the hardest boners.

As the credits were running at the end of the movie Willie twisted our faces together and he did his world famous make-out... stopping just seconds before I blew a load in my pants... I was panting by the time Willie said, "Guess we should get out of here now, Dylan". He says he loves me... I don't know that I love him, but I'm getting a huge crush on him. The more time I spend with him the hotter I think he is. It surprises me each time I upwardly reevaluate my opinion of Willie. I started out thinking I'm just having a fun time with a kooky boy, but more and more it's looking like the kooky boy is getting me seriously hooked on him.

Martin and Jeremy were waiting for us outside and the four of us went to a Starbucks one block over. After getting our drinks we took them outside and sat on a bench in a common area to enjoy the drinks along with some small talk. Not sure what kind of drink I should try, Willie decided for me and bought me a sweet ice coffee thingie that was sort of like a milkshake. It's the first drink from Starbucks I've ever had and it was real good too. Jeremy talked about his last date who he called his "one hit wonder"... meaning, I think, that the guy never called Jeremy again after that one time. Martin complained about his latest boyfriend who broke-up with Martin a month ago... "He was a total size queen and I guess, in the end, I simply didn't have enough size". They laughed at stuff I didn't really get, but that's OK... it was enjoyable hanging with gay guys. They treated me well and I felt like I belonged with them.

We all liked the movie... it was about a surfer dude who falls for his best friend's brother. There were a couple of sub plots, one involving a young kid who looked-up, as in hero worship, to the gay guy. One of the things I really liked about the movie is that the gay guys were like Willie and me... straight acting. That's what Martin meant when he called Willie "stromo". They also called us "twinks" but all in good fun. I learned that Chubby and I do some "manscaping" and we didn't even realize we were doing it... we shave our legs and crotches. By the way, that information about shaving my legs was not shared with the group... they'd been talking about another guy they knew who was into "manscaping" big time and I asked what that meant... and now I know.

This area in Cambridge is what the guys called a gayborhood because it's gay friendly. Jeremy wanted Willie and me to join them at this gay club they were members of that featured great "homo hits"... that's gay club music. I need to take notes on all the gay slang so I can remember it. Willie knew it all... he hung with these two, as well as with other gay kids closer to his age who lived around here. It was somehow nice knowing Willie had these gay friends. I'd sort of been under the impression he was an isolated loney boy, but I'm glad to be wrong about that... he seems to be popular. It made me wonder why he let Larry control him so much during the school year. Willie politely declined the invitation to go dancing with Martin and Jeremy telling them he had other responsibilities to fulfill for his date... wink, wink.

The last thing I learned is this...Willie and I are both what's called, in gay sexual parlance, "versatile"... meaning we're comfortable being "top" or "bottom". Listening to those three describing gay guys they'd known I felt maybe the term "versatile bottom" was more accurate for me... so far anyway. That means I'm OK with top or bottom, but I prefer being a bottom... I think that's what it means. I was surprised to hear Willie claim that he was the opposite.. he was a "versatile top". Willie preferred being a top. Now I had to wonder if Willie was exaggerating his sexual exploits to these guys because he's only been a "top" once in his life... that one time he fucked me. Interesting that Willie would embellish his sexual conquests to impress these two... he was always so openly honest with everyone... that's been my experience with him anyway. The whole night was interesting though ... and it was only nine-thirty.

Willie, finishing his drink, announced he had to get his date home to bed. Martin and Jeremy laughed and clapped saying, "Yeah baby! You do him good stud... love ya Willie." They hugged Willie and then me saying how I was a lucky guy having Willie for a boyfriend and Martin added, "You didn't do too bad for yourself either, Willie. Way to go... Dylan looks like a keeper, sweetheart!" They joked about Willie letting them know if he breaks-up with me... they want my phone number and so forth. It was all in good fun, like I said before... and I could tell it built up Willie's self-image and made him feel great. I'm happy about that. With his arm around my waist, we walked back to the car... Willie assuring me, as we walked, that the night had just begun.

It was a chilly ride back to Weston because Willy wanted the top down. With the night temperature dipping into the mid-sixties we needed the heater blasting and the windows up... the top down still made for a chilly ride. I had to smile while we were driving up the Worthington's driveway because it's so ridiculously long... the last time I was here I thought it was a street, not a driveway... a street without houses. His parents were away... Willie's mother was in Scotland sight seeing with her sister and his father was in New York City on business. Willie was on his own... well, he did have the full time chef, Ruman Dieze, and executive secretary, Paul Windell, to assist him. The executive secretary ran the household... doing everything a normal homeowner would do. Paul's wife, Martha, supervised the upkeep of the house... that is, the housecleaning and food purchasing. So the caretakers ran the mansion and once in a while the owners, Willie's parents, showed up to stay there... in much the same way one stays at a hotel.

Theoretically, the Windells were in charge of Willie too... his guardians, but in actuality he came and went as he pleased. Nice arrangement. And, oh yeah, Willie's "allowance" was two hundred dollars a week... so, OK Willie, you get the check for dinner. He held my hand walking from the car to the side door of his house. Just inside the house Willie got my head between both hands and kissed me till I was again on the verge of cuming in my pants. My arms were around his waist and he had my body squirming... I loved making-out with this cute boy... he was the best make-out artist ever... how could anyone be better? Oh my God, I had a dripping boner when Willie asked, "Do you want to get fucked first tonight, Dylan? ... pleeeeze."

He'd managed to turn a question into begging to get his own way, which Willie is comfortable and adroit at doing ... I said, "Fuck me first Willie. Sure, I'd really like that"... Willie murmured, "Good... I'll do you real hot, Dylan" and he held me tightly to his body... his boner felt so long, poking sideways in his pants. When he'd finished his hug, up the stairs to his room we go with Willie again leading me by my hand. Inside his room Willie was breathless, wheezing out, "I'm so aroused, Dylan. Let's get undressed quickly".

We got out of our clothes and Willie lapsed back into copying his roommate Larry, "Down on your knees and suck my cock... right over here" as he pointed to an area of thick Oriental carpet right in front of him. I said, "Don't start up with that bossy shit, Willie" and he goes, "Pleeeze Dylan, just do it". Well, it was half an order and the other half a plea so I got down on my knees in front of him and sucked his cock into my mouth. It's not like I didn't want to suck him off... it's pretty much a thrill to me, sucking teen cocks... especially one as long and special as Willie's. Very youthful healthy looking erect penis sticking out of a rather short sparse pubic patch that smelled nice... Willie had a very boyish smell like I've noticed on a few other boys... not all boys, but some... Chubby and the Dickers brothers are like that.

Sucking and lapping just the head of his cock first... it's my favorite part of blowing a kid, sucking the head of his cock. Plenty of saliva so the swollen head slides around my lips, and my tongue slips over it easily... then the tip of my tongue in the pee slit for ten to fifteen seconds to get it gaping open. Willie was huffing and puffing bursts of air as he ran his fingers through my flattop hair. I still have to say, in my very limited experience, Carl has the best cock head I've sucked. His dick is short, but the cock head is firm and slightly enlarged. You know who else is like that... Chubby, that's who. Of course I've only sucked his cock's head in my dreams. His cock is even shorter than Carl's... same kind of cock head though, and would I ever love to suck that baby for real.

Just to see if I could still do it, I pushed my head forward with my mouth opened and my throat relaxed... Willie's boner slid down my throat and my nose buried in his bush. Oh my God, he smells good. I bobbed back off till the head of his cock was at my lips again... and then swallowed his boner after sucking on the head for a couple seconds. Willie went up on his toes groaning and blowing long exhales through his lips making that steamed heat sound. Keeping his boner in my throat I rubbed my nose around his pubes and did swallowing motions on his cock. I could actually feel his cock head begin to expand and I heard Willie say, "No, I'm going to cum" and he pulled back till his cock slipped out of my mouth. A string of saliva and precum connected the head of his cock to my tongue. Willie turned away, breaking the strand, and hurried into his bathroom where I heard water splashing in the sink. Getting up I went over to look and there was Willie running cold water on the head of his cock. The very thought of doing that to myself made me shudder.

"I want to fuck you soooo bad, Dylan, and I almost blew my load down your throat. Martin's the only other person to ever sucked me off and it didn't feel nearly as hot as when you just did it. Holy shit! Dylan... that took me by surprise. It felt awesome, but right now I want to fuck your boy pussy". I go, "Willie!!! No boy pussy talk" and he went, "Oh yeah... I'm so use to Larry and Carl calling my ass that. You and me are different... huh, Dylan?" I nodded at him with half a smile... he was using a hand towel to dry his cock, which was still hard despite all that cold water... he's a horny boy, truly amazing. He'd started doing the same kind of panting that almost caused him to hyperventilated at his mother's party.

He'd also been doing that panting thing in between those long exhales while I was sucking him off too... I wondered if he'd have another one of his breathing attacks... you know, when we start fucking. Watching this naked teenager drying his boner I smiled, feeling lucky. I'd forgotten how hot Willie's slim naked body was. And that was true even though his body didn't have hardly any muscular definition... maybe I need to describe it as skinny, rather then slim, but so what... that didn't bother me, I liked skinny. His skin was flawless, no random pimples or hairy parts and I liked the way he was so comfortable being naked.

I was always a tad self-conscious being totally naked in front of someone.

Everything about Willie was "longish" but it was very cute too... slightly longish shaped head and nose, long arms and legs and feet... and penis. He had a very youthful looking face, as well as the youthful body I just mentioned ... including his seven-plus inch long boner, that looked youthful too. It was still sticking straight out from his sparse pubes at the moment... very hard and wet at the tip again from a couple drops of precum. My own boner had been dripping while I sucked Willie's cock, but it was only semi-hard now. Even when it's totally hard and erect it didn't exceed six inches... and looked shorter than that when next to Willie's.

Taking deliberate deep breaths Willie says to me, "In my bed now...please, Dylan... and on your back". I pulled back his top sheet... the purple sheets from last week had been replaced with black silk ones... very sexy and cool to the touch. Getting comfortable laying on my back with my head on Willie's pillow...the lights went down low and music came up high... a big sound from many stereo speakers at different places in his bedroom. The song that blasted out was one I recognized right away. Chubby and me were familiar with it... it was Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" ... Willie had a rendition of that song by K D Lang... her powerful voice filled the room, a full orchestra behind her. It sent chills through my body... the music up so loud.

Without commenting about his choice of music, Willie climbed on top of me wrapping his arms around my neck.

His breathing was slightly labored at first, but calmed down as he started his unbelievably hot style of making-out. A lot of tongue, lips and saliva... sucking and kissing all around my mouth, face and neck. He'd concentrate on one spot for thirty seconds till I was squirming with pleasure. The smell of him... the feel of his skinny body and his smooth skin... and with that music filling my head, it was so sexual. I ran my fingers through his flattop hair... so soft and silky. It was so soft I couldn't believe he could get it to stand up as straight as he did. I rubbed his head and the back of his neck and moaned with pleasure as another rendition of "Hallelujah' followed K D Lang's... and another after that, Jeff Buckley, Bon jovi, John Cale... all doing their version of that beautiful song... and on and on, and another and another. Some with lots of string instruments and high pitched back-up singers and some with just acoustic guitar or just piano... all different renditions of the same highly inspirational song... powerful, magnificent music swarmed the room from every direction. I was gasping for oxygen and groveling under Willie's skinny body... anxious for his sex.

Willie was relentless, as if he were a starving animal who was intent on devouring me. He did humps with his hips all the time we made out, using his knees to slowly, little by little, push my ass up slightly ... just up off the mattress. After a bit I just naturally pulled my feet toward my body and then raised my legs, bending at the knees and, as he inched his knee against my buttocks, I spread my knees apart and surrendered my hole to Willie... perfectly situated for Willie to fuck. The powerful music echoed all around us... I wanted him inside me so badly by now I was making small moans and pressing my ass against his crotch. His long boner was laying hard between my legs, right on top of my own throbbing, dripping erection.... the tip of my boner reaching only to just below were the head of Willie's began. I gasped for air... it was so sensual, Willie laying on me like this.

He lifted his head, sweat on his forehead, a pinkish flush to his face and he grunted, just barely above the music, "You ready for it, Dylan?" All I could do was nod my head "yes". My face was sweaty too, but mostly saturated with Willie's spit. It added to the feeling of being slippery and slimy and ready for sex.

He moved away from me slightly and I felt his wet cock head at my hole... without hesitating he hump it right inside me hard... no lube except precum. I swear to God it hurt, but I didn't care, I sang out with the song. Looking at Willie through slits in my eyelids I saw him with glazed eyes, his mouth open, panting little burst of air... a small bubble of spit at the corner of his mouth.

Willie went inside me two inches with that first hump... he was catching his breath, getting it under control. I saw a calmer look come over him and then an immediate thrust of his hips and another three inches of boner went up inside me. Then a steady push of the remaining two-plus inches. His eyes were wide for a second and then he bent his head back so far I saw his adams apple protrude... the first time I'd noticed that. His head came back with a slight smile on his lips as he withdrew almost his entire cock... I thought I was going to cum right then... it felt so good... another "Hallelujah" began, along with Willie... he was beginning too. With two quick hip thrust he drove his cock all the way inside me again ...had me impaled on his boner... all the way up to his bush. Without much of a hesitation he did a number of five inch humps in and out, followed by a few longer ones, and then a half dozen full seven inch penetrations and I'm going, "Willie... Willie, fuck me, fuck me" the music faded under the force of Willie's fucking.... he pushed my knees down against the mattress on either side of me, with my feet up in the air, and fucked me like I've never been fucked before. Hallelujah... over and over.

My eyes were tightly closed as I concentrated solely on the incredible sensations in my tunnel... barely hearing the music now. At first it was all about how my hole felt... then all about how my nuts were churning cum around... then my cock was twitching on it's own... then that unmistakable feeling in my entire groin area... I squealed as I contracted every muscle in my body and cum shot out of my boner to spray my chin. Willie fucked me even faster and I felt his saliva spray on my belly... my second cum shot hit my chest just as Willie emptied his nuts up inside my bowels. It was so squishy inside me Willies boner slipped out of me twice. The first time it slipped out he was firing some creamy cum and it ended up all over my scrotum. I was stroking my cock with every hump of Willie's cock up my ass... fabulous, fabulous, hallelujah....

When Willie fumbled his boner back inside me ... it felt so good going back in, I went, "Ahhhhh... yeah" and he pumped my asshole for a couple more minutes... then continued to pump my hole after our last spurts of cum had left our bodies. Still inside me, he lay on my body with his head beside mine, squishing my cum between our bellies as he quietly moaned and squirmed on top of me. I could feel his heart pounding just as hard and fast as mine. Wrapping my arms around his neck I hugged him against me for all I was worth. I wrapped my legs on top of his and he got his arms around my arms... we were a tight bundle of teenage boys... from a quick glance someone would have trouble deciding who's body parts were who's. We were wet with cum, spit, and sweat and as tight together as a ball of twine.... and just like that, the music was over and dead silence replaced it... then I heard our breathing.

Our bodies slid against one another in an effort to get tighter together... cum squeezed out of my ass around his semi-hard cock. Willie squirmed his knees up to my buttocks and I rearranged my legs to hold him in a scissor hold around his back now. We tightened everything up and I could feel his cock slide up inside me another inch... I did little quick breaths and hugged him tighter. Willie's lips against my ear, "Tell me you love me, Dylan" I said, "I do love you, Willie" and he kissed my ear, then tongued it until I thought I'd faint with the sensations, saliva dripping from my ear onto my neck..

I didn't believe I was "in love" with him, but I think I actually did love him... certainly at that moment I did. Giving up on my ear, Willie very quietly said, in a speculative manner... "I think I fell a little bit in love with you when the "tops" were fucking us at Carl's and we held hands while we got fucked." I mumbled, "Oh". His cock was getting harder now and he began very short thrusts with his hips... a burst of warm, moist air from his mouth on my neck with each thrust of his cock. It wasn't long before he was fully boned again. He mumbled, "Oh my God this feels good" and I loosened my legs just a little so he could start fucking me again with longer thrust. Shortly, with sweat dripping off his forehead, he was doing full seven inch humps in and out of my ass once more. He broke free of my arms to lift up and push my knees down against my sides again and fucked me steadily for ten or twelve minutes with both of us going "Ah oh" with every thrust in... and every pull out.

Willie finally groaned out, "I'm going to cum again" and I think we both splattered a spurt of cum about the same time. He was really breathing hard when he laid back down on my sweaty body... his cock still inside me. We were silent except for our raspy breathing. We lay together in a ball for ten minutes or so more... and then we both had to pee. When Willie reluctantly pulled out of me I felt so empty back there... and so wet back there too as his cum drooled down from my hole to join the earlier droolings that had dried on the inside of my thighs. "Willie's sperm coming out of my asshole" I thought stupidly, "Isn't that something?"... I was in a daze.

After peeing we climbed back into bed, Willie pulled the covers over us and we quietly talked about our "love making" ...as Willie was calling it. That was OK with me. I was completely truthful when I told him it was the most sexually satisfying fuck I'd ever had with anyone... and that furthermore, sex with him, in general, was thrilling to me. Willie asked, "Thrilling? I bet you're glad I made you my boyfriend then, aren't you Dylan?" That sounds like a pompous, braggadocio thing for him to say, but the way Willie said it was almost like he was saying he's so lucky I'm his boyfriend... like he wasn't worthy or something... the opposite of bragging.

It's hard to explain, but with Willie... his words often don't match the emphasis he puts on them... he's humble and sweet. I said, "Oh yeah, Willie... being your boyfriend ROCKS! dude" he giggled, and I said, "How could it not rock?... the dinner was great and the movie and the Starbucks thingie and, let's see... what else?" Right on cue he goes, "How about the sex?" and I'm like, "Oh yeah, you fuck me so good too". Willie beamed and everything about him just made me feel clean and good... this is definitely how one should feel after sex. I was so happy right then... and not horny at all.

As we lay on our backs, touching side by side, Willie kept his arm under my neck and I thought about his constant touching... maybe it made him feel "in charge" ... to always have his arm around me one way or another... and that's OK, I don't mind that he does. Every now and then he'd roll over on his side and nuzzle the side of his face against mine. So far I haven't even come close to tiring of cuddling with Willie... hard to imagine I ever will either. I love, love, love the "Willie smell"... his personal odor. I press my nose against his neck, down near his shoulder, to smell his unique smell... swear to God, it gets me hard to smell his body. His hair is fun to run my fingers through too. The only boy who has hair as fine as Willie's is Dodger. Dodger's hair is the same texture and if he'd ever let it grow out a little it would be almost identical to Willie's.

We lay together talking about different things that happened earlier in the night... or as Willie puts it, "earlier on our date". I was fascinated that he'd put together an entire CD of "Hallelujah" renditiuons. Chubby and I had to become familiar with that song for a school project. If not for that project I'm pretty sure "hallelujah" wouldn't make our "hit parade" list.

The song isn't exactly teen material for the most part. It was so like Willie to adopt that kind of unique song as his private "mood" piece for sex. Willie is such an original teen.. he never ceases to amaze me. The explanation of his interest in the song

was straight forward... "Oh Dylan, didn't you like it? I heard it on 92.5 FM last year and fell in love with it. I discovered all those different artist doing the song on YouTube."

That was that. simple... he heard it and liked it. It is a very dramatic song and both Chubby and I grew to like it for that reason... so many artist covering the song was interesting to us too. Then, changing subjects, Willie says, "I love you so much Dylan! I simply can't wait another week before being with you again. You're my boyfriend and you need to find a way to get away during the week to see me". He still slips into that absurd dominant "bossy" behavior pattern. He's following his roommate, Larry's, example... apparently Willie feels he's filling Larry's position in our relationship and I'm playing his role.

I want to break Willie of that, like I mentioned before... but I want to do it slowly. Before starting any of that though, I needed to explain my family situation for Willie... the way Chubby and me are brothers and how we are very close and I also reminded him that I'm in the closet. I described the way Chubby and I use to do everything, and I mean everything together, but then he got a job after school and things began to change and now I have a summer job and we have even less time together so the time we do have is important to us.

Willie always gives me his undivided attention whenever I'm talking so he's looking me in the eyes and nodding his head that he understands what I'm saying... I told him why Wednesday's wouldn't work... it's because Chubby and I have the Dicker's barbecue and swim nights then. Then I explained that if I told Chubby I'm going to hang-out with a new friend Tuesday or Thursday night, Chubby is going to want to come along. After a further discussion, it came down to this... I can't tell my family I'm going on a date with my boyfriend because they don't know I'm gay... and I can't say I'm going to hang out with my new bud, Willie, because Chubby will want to come too which means no sex for Willie and me. Willie continued to listen to my every word with a sympathetic expression on his face.

I was running out of ways to say the same thing... it seemed obvious to me and I felt Willie would surely understand. Finally Willie took an exasperated breath, held up both his hands like "stop" and said, "OK, enough Dylan! I can see it's not simple for you, but I want you to do it anyway. We'll talk tomorrow or Monday to arrange someplace for me to pick you up. I've decided it's going to be Tuesday at seven-thirty for our next date. You'll need to figure out what to tell everyone... all I care about is that you get yourself where we decide you'll be so I can pick you up. I need to put my foot down with this, Dylan... I'm sorry, but it's necessary".

As I've indicated, I want to break Willie of his stupid way of dominant talking, but I don't want to do the dominant thing myself in order to get him to stop doing it, I've got to reason with him over time... if you see what I mean. So, for now, I took a deep breath and said, "OK, Willie... I will. Somehow I'll make-up a reason I need to go some place on Tuesday night. Is that OK?" Willie goes, "Yes, and you might as well set it up for every Tuesday, Dylan. I don't want to have to go through this every Saturday night with you... it's date night for you and me every Tuesday and Saturday. Sorry to have to get so stern with you, but I think it's up to me to take the lead here... I know what's best for us".

Getting really pissed-off at his attitude now, I was about to "lose it" and blurt out something very negative or hurtful when he leaned in to me and put his lips on my mouth. I'd missed my opportunity to say anything because we were off to the races making-out again, and I love that... we'll talk later.

The making out went on for quite some time... until both heads of our cocks were slippery wet again, and so were our mouths, noses, cheeks and chins... they were slippery with our spit. His saliva is so sexy smelling... the faintest hint of some nice smelling something that I can't put my finger on... what is it I'm reminded of? ... I can't place it, but it's sexy and nice, that's for sure. I figure we'll deal with the "every Tuesday being date night" another time. I didn't want to fight because this was the greatest night for sex I've ever dreamed of having and I didn't want it to end badly.

We fell asleep after our make-out. Willie had been doing the beginnings of a hickey on my neck when one of us fell asleep, and then the other... I must have gone off first. Willie woke me around one in the morning. The first thing I noticed was all the dried cum on my back side and thighs... my skin was stiff back there. Willie was smiling and appeared real fresh. He excitedly said, "You ready to fuck me now Dylan? I have a itchy boy pussy, and I want that nice boner of your's inside me... I love that feeling. Try to do it like Larry does it, OK?". I didn't bother correcting the "boy pussy" remark or the "do it like Larry" one either... instead I said, "Oh, OK! That's including the spanked ass, right?" and Willie says, "Well, yeah... that's what Larry does" and he went under the covers giggling.

Almost immediately he began to suck my cock, getting it hard. Oh boy, did that wake me up fast. That kid sucks cock like he makes out... lots of tongue and spit and constant activity. In two minutes I'm like, "OK, OK I'm hard". It was just like almost happened to Willie earlier... I was afraid I'd cum in his mouth and miss out on fucking him tonight. I had no intention of running cold water on my boner however... I shuddered again just thinking about him doing that.

Willie wanted it on the bed, on his knees, with his ass in the air and his head down on his forearms. When he was in position I spanked his ass half heartedly six times... guess the smacks were harder than I thought cause Willie goes, "OK, Dylan... that hurts a little" so I stopped and massaged his ass cheeks a little... boy they were very nice ones too... just slightly pink from the spanking. We were using lube this time, at Willie's request, so my boner felt very slippery. With me up on my knees behind him I pushed my boner steadily all the way up inside him. He groaned from some pain... but from my viewpoint, whoa! did it ever feel good! My boner was alive with sensations... oh so good being inside his tight, hot, hole.

Made me think... Holy shit! Maybe I should rethink my position that I'd rather be a versatile bottom... this top position is awesome!! Maybe I just hadn't experienced enough of it to decide... well hell, it was only those two times I fucked Willie at his mother's party... that's my entire experience fucking.

Willie and I are both new at this. With my hands gripping his hips I fucked him fast... it got to feeling urgent to me almost right from the start. My lack of experience once again... I couldn't take it slow and drag it out like I should have. No... it was a rabbit-in-heat fast-fuck...and I went at it as hard as I could.

All I heard was Willie's "Oh..Oh..Oh..Oh" until he climaxed just before me. I know he did because I felt his sphincter tighten around my boner... I was seeing flashing lights when I climaxed... him tightening up on my boner. Very little cum this time, but it felt good... real good. This was a quickie, but we were both wiped-out from a long night of fun and sex. Willie was giggling again...saying, "Oh Dylan, my dick is so sensitive" but he kept stroking it as he said that. Then he said, "When I told you the spanking hurt you're suppose to smack the back of my head for talking and then spank me harder." While I pulled out of him I said, "Jeez, Willie. Do we gotta do everything Larry and Carl do. You like the spanking?"

He's like "Oh yeah, it's so hot".

Guess I've got a hell of a lot to learn, but it seems like contradictory activities... spanking and fucking.

Best to leave this topic for another time... I went for upbeat and said, "This was super, but I really want to do the fucking first next Tuesday, Willie. There's hardly any cum up your hole and it feels so excellent when there's lots of slippery cum, like last Sunday. Oh man, my dick was slipping and sliding inside of you then.. awesome feeling, ya know? ..." Willie goes, "We'll see, perhaps..." I shook my head, thinking..." there it was again"... that bossy thing, like "he'll decide". Oh fuck, let this slide for now too.

We took a shower together and shampooed and soaped each other pretty good, but no boners appeared. We were finally two sexually satified boys... yes indeed, but I bet we won't be for long. Willie did both our hairdos with a brush and hairdryer and then insisted on the underwear swap again... I was too tired to argue. As I put his jockey shorts on I made a mental note to hide this pair the same place I hid the other pair. Mom does the wash and she'd know these aren't mine the second she laid eyes on them. That wouldn't be easy to explain... to put it mildly.

The drive to my house was made with the top up this time and when we got there Willie made out with me in the car for ten minutes before I could convince him I was too tired for any more. I still felt sexually fulfilled, but that boy apparently has an insatiable sex drive. Before he let go of me he said, "You're not mad at me for being stern with you earlier tonight, are you? Please say you're not. I only do it because I love you and we need to be together more than one night a week. You can understand that can't you, Dylan? Here, come closer..." and, instead of letting me answer, he kissed me some more. I didn't want to argue and spoil the evening, like I mentioned earlier... plus, I liked him so much, I didn't want to hurt his feelings either... so, when I got the chance, I said, "I can't be mad at you Willie... you're my boyfriend" One more sloppy kiss on my lips and he said, "I love you too. You go on in now, I'm not going to walk you to the door tonight... it's too late for that. Don't worry, I'll call you" and that was the end of our date. Up in my bed I went where I slept like a baby. The next morning Chubby had to drag me out of bed so we could fix our special Sunday morning breakfast.

**************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 6 ********************

Chapter 3

I got dressed after Chubby got me up and we started preparing the Sunday breakfast together... he was cutting up potatoes, green peppers, and onions for home fries while telling me a little about his Saturday night... just generalities. Ricky's father had apparently ordered too much pizza for the boys, but they managed to stuff it down their throats just the same.... they each had a couple of beers while they were doing it too and Mr Ortiz was cool with that... the boys were all real loose, screwing around and ragging on each other while eating and drinking. Then, afterward, Rickie actually had a real meeting prepared. He told them to sit down and shut-up... after which he went about critiquing each of the guys' performance on the job. There were only three of the four kids in Rickie's crew present. Rickie had fired the forth kid after work earlier in the day because of the kid's poor performancer. A new kid was starting in the fired boy's place Monday.

Chubby says that at first the guys were looking at each other and making faces like "what the fuck is going on here?". Rickie yelled at them that he wasn't fucking around... he wasn't playing games with them... he's serious. After about forty-five minutes of laying down the law, Rickie called the meeting to a close. By then the guys knew what was expected of them and they also knew that Rickie was taking his responsibilities as their boss seriously... the boys on Rickie's crew better take their responsibilities seriously too... or be fired. Then, finally some good news... starting Monday everyone of them, excluding the new kid, were getting a dollar and fifty cent raise in their hourly wage. Chubby was now making ten dollars and fifty cents an hour. It made my seven dollar an hour wage look pretty puny.

The pay increase had the crew back in a positive frame of mind, but by now none of the boys had any doubt who the boss was. Rickie would be firing and hiring and giving our raises... Chubby said he saw the brown-nosing start right after the meeting. The guys started treating Rickie with a lot more respect... looking for his approval. They all finally had some fun after the meeting... miniature golfing where Rickie won twenty bucks by having the lowest score at the end of the night. After that they got soft serve ice cream cones... Chubby was home in bed by midnight. He said that at first it was awkward treating Rickie as his boss, but he didn't have much choice in the matter... as the evening went on Rickie had the last word in everything... including all the close calls in the miniature golf match.

Chubby was quiet for a few seconds and then he glumly added, "I don't want to lose that job, Dylan. Not until you and I get our drivers license and have enough money to get some kind of car". Additional details slipped out about Chubby's night as we continued with breakfast preparations. It seems that after the ice cream he hadn't come straight home. Rickie had driven the other two guys home, but insisted that Chubby go back to the office with him. Chubby mumbled, "It was just ahh, I don't know... it's not important. He wanted me to do a couple of things and if I don't screw-up with them I'll be assured of keeping the job at least through the summer and maybe into my senior year if I still need the money... I gotta stay on Rickie's good side, that's all. I'm just telling ya all this, Dylan, so you won't worry that I might get fired or something. I've been in a bad mood lately about the job, I know that. Rickie told me to improve my attitude or I'd be history too, so I'll suck it up and try acting less like an asshole around here too. We're getting those fucking licenses this summer.... I won't let you down, Dylan."

I told him I wasn't ever worried about him letting me down about anything, but I was interested in what extra things Rickie was expecting him to do. Chubby brushed it off with, "Oh for Christ sake, Dylan. I told you it's nothing. Just some stuff you most definitely would freak out at and you just wouldn't understand." When I looked at him with a questioning look on my face and my hands held out like "what the fuck does that mean?" Chubby waved his hand dismissively, saying, "It's just technical window washing stuff. Jesus, you can be a dick sometimes, Dylan".

We were quiet for a couple of minutes and then Chubby said, "I'm sorry for yelling at you, Dylan. It's hard to explain to you what I need to do for that prick, but everything is going to be OK. And, you're not a dick either... you're my favorite home boy of all time, that's who you are" and he squeezed the back of my neck asking, "Alright?". I nodded and smiled, but I still wondered what that extra "stuff" for Ricky was all about. No talking for another minute and then Chubby, in a very serious voice says, "Did you know that the first couple to be shown in bed together on TV were Fred and Wilma Flintstone?" I frowned and asked, "Who the fuck are Fred and Wilma Flintstone?" Chubby said, "Fuck if I know" and he looked up and did that tiny mysterious grin at me. God! that kid is cute!

While getting the toast ready I told him about my Saturday night... hanging out with my new friend, Willie Worthington, and how we'd gone to the movies, and then about us just chillin, and then about us getting a Starbucks drink... my first one ever. I looked over at him for some reaction, but he didn't offer any. Actually, Chubby appeared to be distracted and only half paying attention. He didn't even ask what movie we saw... I had a lie ready to tell to if he had. Certainly wasn't going to tell him about seeing "Shelter"... which was the gay movie we actually did see.

As I told Chubby some of what happened last night I intentionally was making it seem slightly boring and since Chubby wasn't really interested in details anyway, it worked. Then, going for broke I came right out with, "Willie asked me to help him set up his new computer system this Tuesday night, so I guess I'll be over there with him, in Weston, Tuesday after work." Chubby didn't get upset or even seem curious... he did comment, "Jesus, Dylan... if your friend is using you as his computer expert he must be a dumb fuck where computers are concerned". I go, "Yeah, cause I'm no genius about PCs... I know that".

And then, just like that, it was settled... I realized that Tuesday is "date night' for me and Willie.... no problem. I hated lying so much to Chubby... it gave me a seriously guilty conscience. Damn! On the other hand, he isn't telling me everything there is to know about his job either. And, whatever that cretin Ricky is up to... of course it worries me. I told Chubby that it didn't, but it does. I knew Rick-the-prick was trouble the first night I met him. Not a thing I could think of to do about that situation right now though. Chubby and I finished up the breakfast in silence. The two of us had run out of things to say about Saturday night... frankly, both of us seemed glad to be moving away from the topic.

For the first time in weeks Chubby lost the coin flip... he went to get the Sunday morning coffees at Dunkin Donuts. Chubby's Mom was up by now and then my Mom came up to Tris' place where we were having the breakfast this Sunday. I talked with them about my week at work while we waited for Chubby to get here with our coffees. Not too much detailed discussion about Willie... just that I've made a new friend who lives in Weston and blab, blab, blab. They were happy that both Chubby and me were making new friends, adjusting to new things in our lives, and growing-up so well... generally speaking. They went on some about being proud of us both...

I was home free for now as far as my boyfriend was concerned... except, of course, I hadn't actually told anyone that he was in fact my "boyfriend" and then, of course, there's that fucking guilty conscience which gets a little worse with each lie-by-omission I tell someone. That being said, Willie is now a known part of my life. That means I can tell any of them I'm doing this or that with Willie Worthington and they won't be asking twenty questions about who he is. It's not ideal of course, but I'm pretty much hooked on Willie so I've got to make it work the best way I can. Everyone has some secrets in their life... don't they?

Chubby and I did our run after breakfast, but neither of us was very talkative... you don't really need to do a lot of talking when you're running four miles in a half hour, but we usually do. Something was hanging in the air between us... probably more than one thing actually because, for one... I was knew I was lying and then there's the unknown "something" that Chubby was definitely not being forthcoming about... it obviously involved him and Rickie. It's hard for me to believe that Chubby was doing gay sex with Rickie, but what else could it be? I'm doing gay stuff with Willie so why would it be so hard to imagine Chubby doing it with Rickie? I have no answer to that question, but just the same... it is hard for me to imagine.

My cell phone goes off as we're walking back to the house... it's Robbie who wants to hang out this afternoon. My first thought was to go over his place for a swim, but that was no good because his folks were having an adult cocktail party around the pool. That's the reason Robbie and Dodger want to get away for the afternoon. After commiserating with Chubby we agreed to meet the boys at the Mall to just hang out and see what pops up. Before going in to take a shower I tried one more time to get Chubby to open up, "You're sure everything's OK Chubby? I'd help you with any problem you might have, you know that... right?" He rubbed my damp hair and said that I'd be the first person he'd turn to for help if he needed it, but he doesn't need any at the moment. I wanted to hug him so much and to tell him how much he means to me... tell him I love him. But instead I said, "Anytime... ...See ya in ten minutes, dude. Love ya bro!"

Walking to the Mall, Chubby was pissing and moaning about the way we have to walk every fucking place and how much we need to change that... "Our drivers license and a car are two priority fucking items for this summer Dylan. Nothing must get in our way. I'm sick of walking." I concurred and then we totaled-up how much money we'd accumulated so far... it would still be near the end of August before we could do the license, and the car, and the car insurance. Then we talked about our vacation coming up a week from yesterday... next Saturday we'd be in Wildwood and that conversation picked-up our spirits considerably. My Mom had switched vacation spots from Cape Cod to Wildwood... the Moms reasoned that it's really where we, the kids, wanted to go. Either place would have been fine with them. Actually, the Cape cost more... so that further helped to convince them to switch.

In The Mall we met Robbie and Dodger at the Fenway hotdog stand on the second level. The air-conditioning was a welcome relief from the heat... we got hot and a little sweaty walking over from our house. Dodger immediately jumps on my back like a little kid, saying, "Yuck, you're sweaty Dylan". I could feel him rubbing his nose back and forth on the back of my neck, his arms around my throat and his legs locked around my waist. "You're sweaty but you smell soooooo good, Dylan. How'd ya manage that?" then he let go of my body and dropped to his feet. I turned around quickly and got him in a headlock doing that knuckling on top of his head that I'd done the last day of school. I said, "Who's your barber, dude... this haircut sucks".

Chubby and Robbie are doing the handshake and one arm hug and after I let Dodger go Robbie and I did the same. The guys wanted to go to the food court so we began sauntering down the aisle... Robbie and Chubby talking about last night's Red Sox game and Dodger and me behind them, both of us acting like ten year olds. Dodger says, "Oh Dylan... I forgot to give you my new greeting" and he catches my face between his hands and gives me that quick as a flash kiss on the lips, only it wasn't quick as a flash... it lingered for two or three seconds and my eyes were darting around to check-out who was noticing us. There were plenty of people around, but... as far as I could tell, no one was looking at Dodger and me.

Done with the kiss, Dodger goosed my crotch and said, "If you had gotten boned-up from that greeting, I was going to tell on you". He had a boyishly mischievous look on his face, sparkling brown eyes and brilliant white teeth... what a remarkable looking boy. The fact I didn't have a boner from him molesting me for the last two minutes is a miracle... I can only attribute the lack of boner action to the fact that Dodger took me so completely by surprise that my dick was caught off guard... and that's a rare occurrence.

Without commenting on his threat to "tell on me" I got my arm around his neck and pulled his head against my face like Willie does to me and, as we continued walking, kissed his cheek for ten seconds... he didn't fight me off at all. Pulling my lips away from his sweet face I said, "We're even now.." and then I said, "Except for this..." and I goosed his crotch and felt his short, hard cock sticking straight up. "I'm telling on you, Dodger, you have a boner"... I said that jokingly, but he was serious when he said, "No. please don't say anything to Robbie, Dylan. Please." Very odd reaction... I certainly had no intention of telling anyone anything about our playful act of kissing and groping each other's crotch... is he nuts?

He stayed up against my side even though I'd loosened my hold around his neck. Dodger looked up at me with a flushed face and said matter-of-factly, "Don't tell on me, but I liked that a lot, Dylan. You can do it any time you want to." Good God, I got the hardest boner myself then. I pushed him away saying, "Don't hold your breath waiting for the next one, Dodger". He said, "You liked it, Dylan... don't lie, and anyway it's my turn next... I owe you one now..." He laughed and added, "and you won't know when it's coming either." He was in a very playful mood. I needed to think about this... maybe the long shot has actually come in for real... the one about Dodger being gay for me. I never know how to read Dodger though... he may still be in that childish ball crunching frame of mind and, also, there's that age thingie I need to consider too... he isn't even sixteen yet... couple of weeks to go till his birthday. Hmmmm. I rubbed his buzzed head and smiled, thinking ... feels like velvet, what a head of hair... just like Willie's.

We split-up at the food court... Dodger went with Robbie to get some cinnamon buns and coffee. Chubby and me weren't hungry, but we were thirty after the walk over here so we got a bottle of Snapple to share.

I like sharing from the same bottle with Chubby... drinking out of the bottle after he's taking a swig... and then back and forth. We've done that for as long as I can remember... just like we share the same cigarette or ice cream cone and, in a pinch, we've even swapped chewing gum back and forth. We use to do that when we were trying to cover-up our cigarette breath last summer... you know, when only one of us was chewing gum. Chubby or I would say, "Let me chew that for a while". It's a sexy thing to do it now... I never thought it was sexy before... not until Carl showed me I was gay. In the old days we just did it without thinking anything about it one way or the other.

Robbie and Dodger brought their buns and coffee to our table... as they walked over I thought "oh my God, they are unbelievably cute standing side by side". Dodger is an exact smaller version of Robbie... except he has the brown hair and eyes, Robbie's were blond and blue. As we drank and ate our stuff we goofed around loudly, talking over each other, until a group of six or seven guys and girls showed up to join us. One of the girls was Rita Zintorous... the girl we'd run into at the Dairy Queen that time I got in the fight with babyface. Thunder thighs, the girl who bitched at me when my cigarette smoke drifted her way, wasn't with the group this time. Rita knew both Robbie and Chubby and she alternated flirting with both of them. I didn't know any of the other kids, but I was getting bad vibes from a hostile, good looking Hispanic kid who made some kind of wiseass remark about Dodger and me needing to get a fucking room. I guess he saw us in the aisle earlier... I pretended I didn't hear his comment.

Trailor trash Rita says, "Oh, Jeffrey ya gotta hear this... you too Rob" and she starts telling a joke. Dodger is giving the Hispanic kid the finger under the table... I can see him do it, but the Hispanic kid can't. I smiled at Dodger and he stuck his pink tongue out at me. Rita's joke went like this... This family man sees an attractive woman waving at him. He goes over to her and real friendly like the woman says "You're the father of one of my kids, I think". The man says, "Oh my God, are you that stripper from my bachelor party that I fucked on the pool table with all my buddies cheering me on while your hooker girlfriend was whipping my balls with celery stalks? Was that you?" She looks at him with disgust and says, "No! I'm your son's third grade teacher".

The entire group groans and laughs... mostly, I think, because Rita used the word "fucked". Guys think it's cool to say "fuck" when girls are around and they like it when girls reciprocate too. Dodger and I were two of the guys who groaned and then Dodger nods his head indicating he and I should take a walk. I think that's a good idea... the alternative being I'm liable to get in a fight with the smartass Hispanic kid and I just don't feel like a fight today. I shoot Chubby with my index finger and say, "I'll catch up with ya later, dude. Dodger wants to show me a tricycle he hopes he gets for Christmas" ... Chubby smiles at me as Rita starts telling another dirty joke. Dodger and me cooly walk away... the rest of the group are all ears... listening for trailer trash Rita to say "fuck' again.

"What ya wanta do, Dylan?" Dodger asked. I replied, "Get away from that Hispanic kid for starters. How bout you?" Dodger goes, "Let's head down that side hall and I'll show ya something interesting". As we walk down what was actually a dead end hallway Dodger gooses my ass and I'm like, "Yo, give it a rest Dodger. Save it for the chicks." He gives a sarcastic laugh and says, "Yeah, right!" as he's pushing open a door and I followed him inside a room that looked like a large closet for janitor supplies. I almost tripped over one of those big bucket-on-wheels things that have the rollers attached for squeezing a mop out. The big ugly mop was in the bucket too... it looked like it was still wet, but the bucket was empty. "Ah, Dodger... why are we in a janitor's closet?"

Dodger and I were both wearing loose nylon basketball shorts that reached our knees... well, mine reached my knees. Dodger is a short kid and his reached below his knees. Using both his hands he pulled down his basketball shorts and his jockey shorts with one quick movement... surprisingly his jockey shorts were free of skid marks today. His perfect teen package was hanging between his legs just like it was suppose to. I'd seen it three times already... twice at his pool and then one other time in my half bath when he was showing me his penis sores. I go, "What the fuck is it now, Dodger?" he's like, "I think something's wrong with my balls... you and Robbie are the only ones I feel comfortable showing myself to." That was difficult for me to believe, but I took an exaggerated deep breath and said, "OK, what's wrong with them?"

Absently ruffling through his sparse pubic hairs with both hands he says, "Oh, I don't know... they feel swollen or something. I'm always concerned about these things. Ya know... I had this scary nightmare that Robbie castrated me by putting a band at the top of my nut sac like they do with animals." He had me thinking again that , Jesus, this kid is a handful. I said, "A rubber band?... what the fuck are you talking about?" He explained that there are lots of stories concerning human castration on nifty.org and he'd been reading some of them before he went to sleep the night of his scary castration dream. He added, "But that don't have nothing to do with my swollen balls, Dylan... so don't get hung-up with that." I'm like, "What? Huh? Why were you reading about castrations? What's Nifty?" and he says, "Forget about all that for Christ sake... feel those two big things swinging between my legs... tell me what ya think. OK?"

After another pretend aggravated deep breath I reach over and flicked up his nuts with my index finger, then rolled each nut between by thumb and index finger. They were pretty big alright... bigger then mind anyway, but they weren't swollen. Dodger goes, "One's swollen more than the other". I wasn't paying much attention to what Dodger was saying by now because I was so fascinated with his private parts. I cupped his scrotum in the palm of my hand and the package felt kind of heavy. Dodger let out a long breath and then got both his hands behind my neck, like he's done in my half bath, and pulled my head down so that his face was next to mine. His scrotum was kind of beautiful in it's simplicity... the softness, yet firmness was remarkable. That scar like line running up the middle was so thin it looked like it was drawn onto the outside of his pink, hairless scrotum sac. I let my finger feel under his nuts, down near his hole... his ass crack was totally hairless. It all looked new... like it'd just been made. "Squeeze them just a little Dylan, see if they feel right" his lips were wet near my ear.

While I thought about that request, he lightly rubbed his nose back and forth against my cheek and I could hear him do an inhale, then say, "I love the way your skin smells. Ah, Dylan... would ya? Please. Squeeze my balls." Knowing very well that I should put a stop to this nonsense immediately, I squeezed his balls anyway. With his wet lips against my ear he whispered, "Harder... squeeze them harder". The tip of his tongue... that same perfect pink tongue he'd stuck out to me at the table ten minutes ago, was inside my ear. Jesus!... as I was squeezing his nuts harder my cock started to get harder too. Dodger groaned in pain, but still said, "Harder"... I gave a big squeeze this time and Dodger muffled a cry against the side of my face as he went up on his toes tightening his arms around my neck. I looked down at the perfect sized calf muscles that popped out when he stood on his toes. Beautifully shaped boy's legs with the slightest bit of light hair on the lower third of his legs.

Taking a gulping swallow I tried to get my mind to work. Dodger's wet lips were against my cheek and then I felt his tongue licking there like a cat licks milk in a bowl... real fast. I couldn't catch my breath... his boyish odor and the feel of his balls were overwhelming my senses. He groaned out, "One more time... just like the last squeeze". I could see his cock fairly boned up by now as it partially lay on my wrist. I squeezed his nuts even harder then the last time.

My boner was pushing my flimsy nylon basketball shorts way out in front, but Dodger's eyes were against the side of my face so he didn't see that. When I gave that hard squeeze he hissed saliva through his teeth in pain. The wetness on my cheek began to drool down as Dodger groaned out-loud, "Ahhh, that hurt!" ... precum drooled from his pee slit. "Oh oh oh... that hurt, but it hurt so good, Dylan". He took three big inhales and asked, "Do my balls feel good to you?" When I didn't reply, he added, " I mean, do they feel OK to you?... like balls should feel, I mean. You know." When I tried to say "Yeah, they seem normal" it came out as a wet clicking sound in my throat so I followed up with a squeaked out "Yeah... they're OK".

Then he wanted me to pull the foreskin back off his cock head and "see how the sores looked."

Most of the foreskin was already off the head because he had his full four-and-a-half-inch boner now... wet from the precum. I was in way over my head with this sex play already so I figured... "fuck it" and I took a big breath myself and then grabbed hold of his penis and pulled the foreskin the final quarter inch off the head of his boner. No sores at all... but oh my God, that was one perfect looking cock. Real pink on the shaft, and rosy pink on the head... I wanted that in my mouth so bad, but I was determined to resist... I just had to use some willpower. For the love of God... at least...please! let me resist sucking him off.

By now it seemed perfectly normal that Dodger had his arms wrapped around my neck and his face against mine... mostly I was fixated on his cock and balls. He said, "There aren't sores now, but if you push and pull the skin on and off the head you'll see them form... go ahead and you'll see. OK Dylan? Go ahead..." In a trance I... well, basically, I was jerking him off, is what I was doing. His shortened foreskin moved on and off his dick's head and it got shinier and slightly enlarged the longer I did it. I was hypnotized watching that gorgeous penis get harder and harder... and wetter and wetter. The head of my cock was wet by now too. Dodger was making low humming sounds until, just like that... he moved his head so our mouths were together.

It was surreal and I felt faint... actually faint, but in a good way too. I wouldn't open my mouth so Dodger pushed his yummy tongue against my front teeth and licked back and forth on my teeth and gums forcing my top lip and then bottom lip to stand out like they were swollen as his tongue travelled underneath them. When Dodger started doing small humps with his hips I picked up the speed of my stroking and he started sucking my top lip with both of his... then included a lot of tongue action with the sucking. It certainly was sexy and hot but not smooth and practiced liked Willie's make-out technique was. Dodger's was wild and hungry and rough... like he had only a short time to do a great many things to my face and lips.

Dodger's body was moving more now... the movements making it awkward to keep a rhythm to my stroking so I grabbed his right buttock's and took a handful. My thumb went in his crack accidentally and he moved his other leg back which closed his ass cheek on my thumb.

His ass was fantastically plump, but fantastically firm at the same time. I kneaded that buttock like it was a heavy bread dough... my thumb rubbing against his hole with every handful of ass I grabbed, with every knead of ass dough I did. Dodger let out a long moan, stiffened his body, squeaked out a cry and humped his crotch out to fire off a long string of cum. He grunted, his now sweaty face hard against mine as he tightened his body and pushed out droolings of cum from deep in his nuts... then a last desperate effort to get a little more to pour out the pee slit of that throbbing cock head and drool over my fingers.

I didn't stop stroking his little boner until Dodger's mouth was on my mouth again and this time his tongue was inside my mouth. I let go of his ass and his cock to wrap my arms around his neck and we made-out in a primitive, but sexy manner for two minutes or so. Dodger was actually the one to pull his head away first, "I can't breath, Dylan" he gasped and keeping the sides of our faces together he kept taking big inhales and exhales until he was breathing somewhat normally. Then taking an arm from around my neck he casually pushed it in the front of my shorts, past the elastic waistband, and grabbed my boner in his fist.

Gasping with surprise at how quickly he moved I tried, once again, to think straight, but forget about it... I was too far along to stop now. Dodger, in a conversational voice said, "It's just like my brother's. Nice one, Dylan" and he started quickly jerking me off, with me pretending to object, "Na no, no don't, Dodger". He calmly said, "Pull down your shorts... you don't want to fire off in those things... believe me, I've done it and it's a mess. Cum soaks through nylon at the speed of light". I let go of Dodger's neck and pulled my shorts down just ten seconds before Dodger pointed my hard, hard boner at the mop in the bucket and I fired my load into it... right next to where his cum had landed. "Hot shit, Dylan... nice load, dude."

He stroked me for another thirty seconds and then licked my cum off his hand with big laps from that perfect pink tongue. I was thinking, "Oh my God, that tongue was in my mouth just a minute or so ago. I felt exhausted, weak, embarrassed, used... you name it, but above everything else I felt sexy. Dodger was so hot very few gay boys, or gay men of any age, would say no to him... and he'd chosen me. To back up my premise that I was his chosen one Dodger leans next to me again... this time to whisper in my spit saturated ear... his voice sounded like we were in an echo chamber, "I've got the world's biggest crush on you Dylan... bigger than any boy ever had for any other boy." and he kissed me on the mouth. I felt helpless... I couldn't keep up with him.

What a cute face though... I ran my hand over his buzzed hair and mumbled out some words, in between trying to catch my breath, "I've read that some teens.... huff huff.....ya know...huff huff...ah... get lots of crushes on other teens...oh oh...huff.... so the one you have for me probably won't last long"...big inhale, feeling dizzy now. He said, "Don't sound so grown-up! You're not even two years older than me. Don't you have a crush on me... just a little one?" I smiled now and mumbled, "It don't seem to matter if I do or not... you do anything you want to do to me anyway." He accepted that evasive reply fine, laughing and calling me a liar... "You have a crush on me too... I'll bet you do, Dylan. Hey, next time can we suck each other off? Ya think?" Oh man, I need to think about that. So far I think I'm OK. Hand job and a few kisses. Damn, how fucking much willpower am I going to need around Dodger in the future though? Holy shit... this is so cool and so hot, but scary too.

After pulling up our shorts, we peeked out the door to be sure no one was in sight and then walked down to the man's lavatory to wash up a little. Dodger was euphoric, "That was the most awesome thing ever, Dylan. I told ya before... you are the coolest dude I ever met. Wasn't that the hottest thing ever, Dylan?" I'm like trying to play it down, "Oh for Christ sake, Dodger... lots of guys jerk-off a friend once or twice in their life. Now, I will admit the kissing was a bit unusual... what, are you some kind of fag or something?" That calmed Dodger down some and he got serious saying, "Hey, don't be mean Dylan. You've never been mean... I'm gay. You're the only person I ever told that to. Be nice to me, OK?"

Jeez, he comes right out with everything. God damn, this is awkward as hell, but now I know he's not just doing immature ball crunches... he's seriously gay. I go, "Oh man, I'm just teasing you Dodger. I think your fabulous straight or gay... I'm sorry I hurt your feelings". He perked up then and said, "OK, that's better... you're too nice to be mean to me, but maybe we need to give this subject a rest for now?" I was impressed that Dodger could see we'd worked this over enough for the time being. Putting my arm around his shoulder I said, "It was an awesome experience Dodger... lets do this, though. Let's keep it in our head for a while to see if it looks the same to us in the future as it looks right this moment. If you decide to keep it between us, as a one time only thing, it will be our secret forever. OK? Maybe we'll never mention it again, even to each other."

Dodger appeared to consider that for a bit and then said, "OK, that's a great idea... except I think I'm probably going to want to mention it to you again. Maybe as soon as ten minutes from now". I looked over at him and he had his mischievous grin on his sweet face again. Obviously Dodger only pretended to take what I said seriously... I go, "You're a real ball buster, ain't ya? Especially for such a little guy too... I may have to give you a spanking." Dodger said, "Oh, don't tease me like that, you'll have me all excited ... Ohhhh, and look at those guns on you... my ass is starting to burn already. I'll be bad, I'll be bad." Man, I can't "one-up" this kid... he's too smart for me. Pretty fucking funny too...and killin cute.

We ran into Robbie and Chubby at the Apple store. Man, we could all easily spend a couple hours playing with their hi-tech computer stuff... Mac is the coolest thing going. Rita and her herd of retards had a party to go to and the four of us were invited, but it was a unanimous "hell no"... none of us four wanted to go. After the apple store, we wandered around evaluating this year's summer fashions... consensus, they suck! It was almost six o'clock when Robbie dropped us off. Dodger got in one last goose on my ass when I was getting out of the pick-up... needless to say, I'm not complaining, but I really was in a quandary as to how I should handle him. It was a sexual rush in one way, but the age thing was a concern... was I taking advantage of a kid. I know that he's the aggressor and I know he said he's gay, but I'm the mature one and I should be acting responsibly... now, if only I knew what that meant.

Chubby and I had to get up early for work the next day so we both got to bed around ten o'clock. It's hard to believe I'm starting my forth week of work already.

After next week we have our two week vacation in Wildwood... but before that I'll get to go on at least one more date with Willie... at least the one on Tuesday. How am I going to tell him I'll be away for two weeks after that? Oh brother! I forgot about that.... I've got to do it gently. Hey, maybe Willie can get down the shore with us for a couple of days! That's how I'll put it to him. Oh boy, he gets a motel room and I sneak away for an afternoon... oh man, I'm getting another boner just thinking about that.

OK, what else. Well, we've got the Wednesday pool party and barbecue at Robbie's... and that means another close encounter of the third kind with the self-proclaimed gay boy, Dodger. Will I know how to handle the situation by then? Probably not. Dodger is almost two years younger than me, but he appears to be a tad more self confident than me... nothing seems to slow him down. He knows what he wants and he goes right for it... that's so hot on the one hand, and I'm so unsure of myself on the other... damn, if it had been Robbie instead of Dodger who had the crush on me... would that have made it simpler ? I don't know that it would...ya know, because there's Willie now, and there's the little fact that I'm in love with Chubby and... I just don't know. As I drifted off to sleep I thought about the look and feel of Dodger's scrotum...

to be continued.....

Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com