Dylans Dilemma

******************* DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 7 *******************

Chapter - one

What a wonderful Saturday night I had with Willie. And what a surprising and exciting Sunday afternoon with that hot little Dodger. Everything seems to be working out very nicely for me recently, certainly that's true in my gay sex life. Once I made that important step, many weeks ago now, of allowing Carl to show me my sexual nature everything just took off from there. Since then it's been one step following the other until now I've found a real, honest to goodness... boyfriend. Willie may be a kooky boyfriend, but I feel lucky to have him. I've been learning about the gay life style ever since that very first afternoon with Carl... It's been, learn a little here, and a little there, all the way from Carl to Willie. Hell, even in my early days I learned some things... from the Marine, I mean. For example, I learned first hand about very dominant gay sexual behavior. Initially it was a turn-on for me... the dominant stuff, but I don't believe it's really my choice for the long term. A fascinating phenomenon though.... and probably more prevalent, in smaller doses, then most people realize.

Along those lines, Carl and Larry must be considered a step down, dominance-wise, from the Marine... but they're definitely into that scene. The way I see it, Carl's and Larry's attitudes reflect a high opinion of themselves... they obviously think they're hot shits, but lately I tend to view them as just plain "shits". That's not to say I'm not grateful to Carl because I am, and to this day I feel connected to him in some ways... he mentored me quite a bit the last few months of high school... about gay stuff, not schoolwork. I learned a lot from him, but the best thing I got from Carl came to me through his cousin, Larry... that "something" is my boyfriend, Willie. Willie, for some reason, still likes most of Larry's and Carl's dominant behavior and that baffles me because, let's be blunt here... both Carl and Larry are unattractive.. Larry's looks and Carl's weight, being the two main drawbacks.

Makes me wonder though... what if Carl was still his arrogantly dominant self, but he was also a hot, cute guy, instead of a fat slob... would I think differently about the dominant thing then. Overlook it maybe to get to the hot, cute guy part? I don't know... I don't know a lot of things because I'm new at this gay stuff. Sadly, Willie emulates Larry and tries to be a bit dominant with me on our "dates" at times, but I simply overlook most of it it with him. Sure, sometimes it's tedious, Willie's dominant attempts... but half the time I need to stop myself from laughing out loud when he's trying to act dominant because he can't pull it off with much authority. But hey, I admit it... I got a big crush on Willie so I let stuff slide if he's involved. And speaking of crushes, that brings me to my latest gay experience... this one with Dodger, who claims to have the world's biggest crush on me... how about that! I'm glad I'm gay because I'm having the most fun ever now, but it sure took me a long time getting here, the better part of eighteen years.

I've been contemplating these things while sitting in front of my locker drinking coffee. It's Monday morning of my forth week on the job... the college guys are ragging on me as usual, but all in good fun. They've named Robbie and me "The Bobbsey twins" because everything about us, except facial features, is pretty much the same... height, weight, hair, clothes... things like that. Robbie's in the bathroom at the moment and the college guys are asking where my twin is... and they want to know if Robbie and I are the kind of twins that were joined together at birth... and is our hair real, or is it a wig ...."you two have hair that's too pretty to be guy's hair" and stuff along those lines.... teasing stuff, trying to get a reaction from me. I'm flashing them the finger and a smile, but other than that I'm ignoring them while thinking to myself... "it don't take much to entertain that crew". Then, opening my locker and closing it immediately because something was in there that didn't belong to me.

Taking a deep breath, I sneaked a peek at the college guys and none of them were showing any interest in me or my locker at the moment. I'd given that "thing" in my locker only the quickest of looks and I'm not sure what it is. It looked like a condom ... that's the first thing that flashed in my mind anyway. I stepped over to the locker room's community box of Kleenex and pulled out a few ... then, looking around to be sure no one could see, I opened the door again and took a longer look. It was a condom alright... gingerly picking it up, using the tissues between my fingers and the Latex, I looked for a message. A closer inspection revealed that the condom had been stretched over an empty tube of KY jelly and there was, what looked like, an ounce of semen at the bottom of it... "something" was pooled at the bottom of it. UGH! No message though.

Wrapping the entire disgusting thing in tissues I took it to the trash barrel and buried it under lots of paper towels. I was pissed-off now. The first note shook me up, and I still felt some of that now too, but with this condom thing I felt anger more than anything else... this is sick. What type of pervert sneaks around putting this gross thing in my locker. It's a stalker situation... that's what it is. I'm in the closet about my sexuality so it's not so easy for me to get help with this. It'll draw attention to me. So unfair! I'm really mad, but what the fuck to do about it? Confront Joel? Maybe I'll just do that. He's one scary freak and he seems slightly deranged, but what am I suppose to do, continue to let him torture me with these violation of decency every morning? Am I always to worry about what's in my locker... afraid to open the door each morning?

Robbie quietly calls over, "Dylan, let's do our massage... it's getting late". I look up and he's waving me over to his locker in the back. Just looking at Robbie calmed me down some, and also got me excited at the same time. God damn! I'd be happy to be his Bobbsey twin... that is, if I could actually look like him in real life. I love Robbie's looks... so cute, but all boy... nothing feminine at all. It goes without saying then, that I love his brother's looks too because they are identical to Robbie's... well, except Dodger has brown hair and eye color.

Those two are truly like identical twins... same facial features and body structure... Dodger's proportionately smaller because he's two years younger. Those rosy blotches in their pale skinned cheeks and the cutest smiles showing the whitest teeth. Their teeth have slight separations between the top ones, and then there's the dimples... Jesus! those dimples appear whenever they smirk, grin or show off that one hundred-watt smile of theirs'. Actually, now that I think about it, they show dimples at almost every facial expression they make. They have fine, narrow, light brown eyebrows over bright eyes, just the right amount of ski-slope in their smallish noses and the perfect chin for a boy's face... just perfect. Makes me want to grab that chin with my thumb and index finger and give a tiny squeeze... so fucking cute.

Robbie has that great disposition too... always friendly, always willing to go along with stuff, always with a positive attitude. A great guy, who's popular at school as well as being a big deal on the high school baseball team... and yet, he's still shy in new situations. I'd given some thought initially that maybe it was he who put the "queer" note in my locker, maybe to feel me out... something like that. Actually, it was more me hoping he'd put it there for that reason, then me actually thinking he did. Now, with this new finding, there's no way I can make myself believe that Robbie would do something so trashy as putting a used condom on an empty KY tube... no, it's not Robbie.

Robbie was sitting on the bench in front of his locker. As soon as I got to him I grabbed him around his neck with my forearm and put my head next to his, jokingly saying, "Tell your old man I want a fucking raise!" and I held my face against the side of his head for a few seconds... his natural boy odor was identical to Dodger's. He goes, "Raise? Toby put you on double secret probation, you slacker!" I let go of his neck because I was getting boned-up. I'd love to lay naked in bed with both Dickers brothers... both of them naked too, one on each side of me for maybe about a week. I said, "Oh, double secret probation? Never mind then". He turned around to smile at me, and then sat up straight for his massage. That "secret probation" line is from an old, old, movie about college guys in the sixties... it's become part of "pop culture". That's what we learned in Social Studies last year... another line like that is "catch twenty-two" from another movie of the same title. Robbie and I were in that class together although we weren't close friends then.

Robbie's and my massages were getting more elaborate all the time. The more relaxed we were with each other, the more intimate the massages became. Last week we decided to do the massages at his locker because no one was in his area and so we felt comfortable expanding our massaging technique back there. Standing behind Robbie, he'd rest his head back against my belly while I massaged his shoulders. I'd recently expanded our body area to include massaging the chest and the arms and along the sides of his tight, slim body. Lifting his arms and clasping his hands behind my neck... this exposed the torso for touching... or, what we called massaging. We were almost dancing, almost groping each other, almost hugging. In fact I did hug him from time to time when I lost my concentration. I used Chubby as my model for rationalizing that Robbie and my rubbing each other's body was massaging... Chubby can rationalize anything to mean anything... handy talent.

Occasionally I'd find myself hugging Robbie against me... and sometimes that meant against my boner too. He had to have felt it... it'd be impossible not to. Robbie's body was very loose during the massage, flexible as a body can get. We never talked while doing it ... just some noisy breathing occasionally. It was quite sexy although we never spoke of that... similar, like I said, to what Chubby and me have been doing for years. Then, the final part of Robbie and my massage was the head... I'd drag the palms of my hand through his short hair... forward and backward any number of times, and then scratch all over his scalp with the fingertips of both hands... this created so much static electricity his hair would stand up almost as much as Willie's flattop. While we were switching places, me sitting on the bench now, I'd smell the palms of my hands and that delicious smell from Robbie's hair floated up and got me hot. I'd get my boners, but I haven't detected Robbie's yet. I've never seen his dick although I grabbed his whole package in the pool while wrestling around. Ya can't tell much about a guys penis from just grabbing his crotch through a bathing suit.

He's so special, and the further along we advanced with the massages the more I began to hope that it wasn't just the younger Dickers brother who had gay leanings. I was hoping Robbie had them too. Of course, Sunday afternoon's exciting time in the janitor's closet with Dodger made me wonder if Dodger had squealed on us and told Robbie about our janitor's closet make-out and handjob activities. Perhaps that's why Robbie seems especially agreeable to my massage maneuvers today. But no, that probably didn't happen because I remembered Dodger's plea that I don't tell his brother about the boner he got when I playfully kissed his cheek... not that I was going to tell anybody anything about that in the first place. If Dodger was so adamant about me not telling about his boner, he certainly wouldn't tell Robbie about our recent sexy fun.

After the massages we joined our crew in the parking lot and began our work day. Robbie and I ride to each job site in the back of the pick-up with Toby driving. We use to squeeze in the front, but Joel always rides shot gun and that means Robbie's in the tiny second seat behind us and me squeezed in between Joel and Toby which I don't like at all. With me riding in the bed of the pick-up Toby wasn't getting his opportunity to grab my thigh like he use to do constantly so, on the job sites he'd hang over me with his arm draped across my shoulders whenever he could find a reason to. Like today... he was doing it while training me to use the ride-on mowers. He was explaining the various dials displayed on the driver's panel... and he took his time doing it too.

Toby did all my training and I tried to be patient with him, but it's more than a little awkward being engulfed in another person's bulk... reminded me of the last times Carl fucked me with his huge fat body overwhelming mine and making me feel less like an individual and more like I was a part of Carl. Weird. Carl had his cock up my ass when he was doing it of course, and it eventually because extremely erotic for me and I climaxed hard. Nothing even approaching that sensation ever came close to happening with Toby though... apparently it's necessary for a penis to enter my body before there's a chance it will turn sexy for me. Oh, if there's a God in heaven... please, I don't even want to make a joke about Toby fucking me.. yuck! yuck!. Never!

Toby's training technique managed to make the day pass by more slowly then normally, but the good thing is I had very little contact with Joel. The work day finally ended and while changing into my everyday clothes back in the locker room the college guys were telling each other "engineer" jokes... not the kind of "engineer" that drives a train, but rather... the type of engineer that designs structures and machines. These guys are all studying engineering at the university. From listening to them I surmised that engineers have a reputation for thinking differently about everything... differently than us non-engineer types. The husky college kid, Gene, says..."To an optimist, the glass is half full. To the pessimist the glass is half empty. To an engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be".

Robbie and I exchanged looks from across the locker room and he mouths "assholes" but he didn't mean it... Robbie and I both like the college guys fine. Albert, the tall drink of water college student says, "Yeah, makes sense, Gene. Like regular people think if it ain't broke, don't fix it. An engineer believes that if it ain't broke, it doesn't have enough features... yet!" Those guys are always laughing their asses off at these... these, well I don't know what they are... jokes? It backs up my earlier contention that the college guys are easily entertained. But, ya know... they're always upbeat guys and harmless. Actually, everyone including Toby are real good people here at the Dickers company... except, of course, I'd exclude Joel from the "good people" category. Oddly, it seems I'm the only one who feels that way.

A number of times I've heard employees say something like, "Joel's a damn hard worker.. he keeps to himself sure, but if you need something he's the first one to offer to help".. or words to that effect. Then the person will give an example of how Joel helped them when their car broke down, or they ran out of gas, or they needed to borrow money for lunch, and other things of that type. Joel, candidate for 'man of the year', I guess. Oh well, him being highly thought of by others should make me feel better about him... safer anyway. What the hell, maybe he isn't the one putting stuff in my locker... in which case, who is?

The after work massages with Robbie were even better than the morning ones because everyone went home right after work leaving Robbie and me in the locker room alone. I hung back because my bus wouldn't arrive for thirty-five minutes and Robbie was still around because he had to wait for his mom and dad to close down the business for the night. It was quiet in the locker room and Robbie's hands felt so good on my body I had to concentrate not to moan with pleasure. Robbie started this new thing, and now I do it too... when you want to say something while you're doing the massage, you put your head down close to the other boy's ear and talk real quietly. It's so we have privacy in the morning when everyone is around, but it also means you can enjoy the smell of the other boy if you're so inclined... which I am. At night there are no privacy issues because no one else is in the locker room, but we still do the whispering in the ear thing... spooky and sexy if you ask me.

As I've said, I get hard-ons from his touch at times, and Robbie's seen the front of my pants poking up and he's certainly felt my boned-up penis a few times, but he's never said anything. Nice hard-ons for sure, but the massage isn't quite enough stimulation to get my dick wet... not so far, anyway. Robbie's been getting closer and closer to getting me there though... yeah, with each area of the body we include in the massage I get closer to precum and what comes after precum? ... "that's right class, Dylan's climax!". When he has my arms up, with my hands clasped behind his neck... that's the massage position that comes real close to getting my dick wet. Robbie rubs up and down both sides of me at the same time... when he's dragging the palms of his hands up my sides and continue up around my shoulders and up the back of my neck and over the top of my head. Then rubbing my head and hair, pulling both hands back from my forehead and back over my head then back down over my shoulders on the way down my sides again. I get chills and shudders all over. We don't know what we're doing, massage-wise... but it's really a totally wonderful feeling just the same... very sexy for me and I think for Robbie too.

This afternoon we reluctantly finished up and do a quick one arm hug goodbye... "see ya tomorrow, ya hot shit!" "Not if I see you first"... like that. I had five blocks to walk to the bus stop and ten minutes to do it in. No problem. Heading out the side door I hear Mr Dickers talking to someone. He was saying, "That's a shame, man. Really too bad, but we'll work around it, Joel... OK?" I didn't want to run into Joel so I waited for him to leave. I heard him say, "Thanks Mr Dickers" and I waited, but he didn't appear and my bus would be coming so I had no choice but to go on out the door... outside I lit my cigarette. Joel came out a door a little further down from me just as I'd just taken a drag off my cigarette... I thought, "Oh fuck!" and waved my arms to disperse the smoke from my exhale. I didn't want a repeat of that last episode with the smoke... the one were he said boys like me made him sick.

Joel must have seen me dispersing the smoke in his peripheral vision because he turned around to stare at me. I stood on the top step thinking... just walk down these steps, then right past him, and catch you're bus. That's what I was thinking, but I didn't do that... I didn't move a muscle. Barely loud enough for me to hear... Joel muttered, "Are you mocking me for waving my arms when you blew your disgusting cigarette smoke in my face last week?" I shook my head no and nervously said, "Ah, hi Joel, no not me waving you. I mean, no." He slowly walked toward the steps I was on... he had that that penetrating stare... it was much worse than the Marine's stare. I was sort of paralyzed and stayed on the top step waiting for his slow, methodical advance up the steps towards me. I gulped when he was standing right in front of me. Still with that low, muttering way of speaking, he said, "What the fuck did you mean with all that gibberish just then? Are you inferring I talk that way ya sniveling cunt? Are you?" I was scared of course, but fuck it... I'm no pussy. With a little bit of anger in my voice, I said... "Have you been going in my locker? Are you putting notes and things in my locker?"

It happened so fast I never actually saw the whole thing... his arm was a blur and ending with what must have been a slap across my face. Well, I've been in a number of fights in my day and nobody is going to win a fight with me by smacking me in the face with an open hand... get real! Joel's tougher than me, I know that... it's not even close, but I've had enough of his shit. I'm going to be throwing punches right this second... not some slaps. Only trouble with my thinking is that I couldn't remember were my arms were. Then I felt my hand burning and I slowly tried to focus my vision on my hand... wait a minute, what am I doing laying on the cement steps? And, oh yeah, there it is... my hand is on top of my burning cigarette... that don't seem like a good idea. It required a lot of concentration to lift my hand. Then I looked at the burn as best I could, but my vision was very blurry.

What's going on I wondered... loud bells were ringing someplace and the steps I was laying on began a slow, sickening rotation... could this be a rare New England earthquake, ya think? Then, pain roared into my head and my stomach turned, I wanted to vomit and I knew I was going to, but not quite yet. After two revolutions the steps settled down and the ringing got quieter. All of a sudden I noticed Joel. He was standing casually in front of me, four steps below my head, unwrapping a piece of gum. He looked at me sort of sideways, put the gum in his mouth, and checked his watch.... everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. Guess he's waiting for something.

As he stared at me I tried to remember again why I was laying awkwardly on these cement steps... they're so hard and dirty and uncomfortable. My elbow started to really ache now, and then my tailbone too... and the side of my knee was killing me also, and the palm of my hand was burned pretty badly right under the index finger where the cigarette had been laying. This sucks! Oh wait, didn't someone say that Joel Mc Carty was always helpful? I think I heard that... maybe I should ask him for some help.

My vision was getting better and I lifted my head off the step to look at Joel... this got him moving his mouth, but no words came out... that's odd. I stared at his mouth and then at his face which was getting redder and redder... that ticking vein in his forehead was scary. I started moving my mouth the same way he was, without saying anything. That seemed to infuriate Joel. He bent over and grabbed a big pinch of hair that was sticking up at the front of my head and he pulled my head up hard with that pinch of hair... man, that really hurt, but it cleared-up some problem with my hearing and now I heard all kinds of sounds... cars driving by, trees rustling, a dog barking, birds chirping... but mostly I heard Joel.

"You fucking girly-boy! You never learn, do ya? ... mocking the way I talk again, are you?" Holding my head up painfully with that tuft of my hair he smacked my face again hard... forward and then back with a back-handed slap. Spit and blood flew out the side of my mouth. He was so mad he'd missed half my face, but he'd gotten enough to cause a lot of pain...all the time Joel kept up the sputtering... "You swagger around with your twat swinging in the breeze, ya fucking cock teaser. I'd kill you if I thought I'd get away with it. And then you have the fucking nerve to insinuate I went into your locker?!! You trying to set me up?"

My vision and hearing and senses were all coming back quickly now. That's true enough, but I couldn't follow everything he was talking about... I knew the words he was using, but not the meaning when he strung them all together in sentences. My mouth was full of blood from a cut on the inside of my bottom lip. He reached down, still pinching my hair painfully between his fingers, put his right hand under my crotch and picked me up, shaking me like a rag doll. My hands went right to his wrists and I held on for dear life. When he lifted me his biceps muscles stood out alarmingly... a frightening sight if you happen to be in his grasp.

He snarled, "Stand on your fucking feet you wimp! God damn it, stand-up or I'll slap you silly." I got my feet under me, feeling wobbly, but I stood there. He let go of my hair, but kept hold of my crotch. When he took his fingers away from my hair I watched six or eight one-and-a-half inch light blond hairs that slid off my nose to float lazily on their way to the ground... hairs he'd pulled out of my head. I thought, incongruously, "if he holds my crotch for ten years I'd still never get a boner from his touch". By now I was back to almost full senses and therefore I had the sense to be petrified of what he might do to me next. He said, "The fucking nerve asking me if I put something in your locker. You pussified piece of shit, if I want you to have something I'll shove it up your ass, I don't need to sneak anything in your fucking locker!"

My stomach was turning over and my nuts were hurting. He snarled on, "When you see me, never speak to me. Never look at me. When you see me, you keep your ass from wiggling because if I see you wiggling that twat in my face again I'll smack you down and I don't care about the consequences. When I'm around you stand up like a fucking man and walk like one too. Or so help me you'll wish you did. You need to spend one day with me and I'd god damn knock that smug look off your girly face." I stared at his hand all through his diatribe ... he was rubbing his index finger against his thumb getting more of my hairs to drift off his sweaty fingers... they floated away, one by one, in a nice summer breeze... a dozen of them pulled out of my scalp, maybe more.

Joel stayed on a roll and it worried me he might be working himself up to slap my face again. As for me... I was still holding his wrist as he maintained that tight grip on my crotch. This situation was complicated by my fear that I was on the verge of peeing my pants. His low growling rant continued, "I told you already, pathetic girly-boys like you, make me physically ill... you disgust me! If you're not careful around me, I'll give you what you desperately want and then it'll be too late for you. You'll be wearing Tampax up your hole for months. Got it?" and he squeezed my crotch hard. I shook my head yes and whimper, "Yes, but please, that hurts so bad. I'm sorry about the locker." My eyes were watery.

His face quivered at my pathetic pleas... his eyes weren't watery, but they looked weird, almost a scared look as he cupped the back of my head, still with a tight grip on my dick, and pulled me to him... almost touching. His body seemed to tremble and then he hesitantly pulled me into his body. He was snorting in and out with his breathing now... then a long exhale. In a strangled voice, with my head touching the side of his jar and my body up against his, he said... "This stays between you and me. If you bring Seth Dickers or Toby or even your little girlfriend Robbie in on this upsetting encounter of ours, I'll put you in the hospital for a long time... and the hell with the job".

He made a wheezing sound, pressed my head against his face tightly and snarled, "Fuck it!" pushing me away so hard I sat back down on the steps again. Little yellow things, dots or something, danced in front of my eyes and I felt nauseous again. Joel walked around the side of the building to where his car was parked. He never looked back. I sat there for a minute and then leaned over and threw-up in the shrubs next to the steps. Done throwing up, I lay on the steps and didn't think about anything for a while... except how much I hurt.

It's been some time since I've had the feeling that I wanted to cry, but I felt like crying right then. I felt like a little kid and I wish it was like the old days when I skinned my knee as a five year old and all I had to do was run to my Mom who'd make it all better. And, then I did cry... not boo hoo hoo, but tears of self pity rolled down my face. Everyone had gone home by now and I'd missed my bus so I lay back on the dirty cement steps until I stopped crying. I felt like the girly-boy Joel was calling me... Joel had made a coward out of me this afternoon. I was embarrassed for myself.

After awhile I got up on my feet... sore all over. There was a garden hose next to the steps hooked up to an outside faucet that I turned on and washed the vomit taste and blood out of my mouth. Then I ran the hose over the shrubs to dilute the vomit so people coming in this door tomorrow morning wouldn't smell it. While walking to the bus stop I called Chubby's cell phone to tell him I'd missed my bus... didn't wouldn't him to worry that something bad had happened to me. Sitting on the bus-stop bench smoking a cigarette, categorizing my various injuries, and generally contemplating how this Joel Mc Carty fiasco had happened in the first place.

Ya know, it don't look like he's the one putting stuff in my locker after all. Unless he's a hell of an actor, that is... he seemed sincerely surprised and outraged at the suggestion. For the rest of it... obviously he knows I'm gay, somehow. But how?... No one has ever mentioned that I swish my ass or act gay in any way, ever in my whole life. I mean, somebody, some time or other would have said something about me acting gay... right? On the other hand, Dodger picked-up something from me... is it possible I'm putting out some kind of signal. I'm asking Chubby about this because it's disturbing and I'm upset that it might be true. Shit! Things were going so well for me until I ran into that fucking psycho. And another thing... Joel is soooo latent, he's a latent homosexual for sure. That is totally fucking obvious. He said he was going to give me what I wanted... he meant, what he wanted. What that freak wants, but definitely can't ever have... what a piece of human offal he is.

The bus ride home produced no boner tonight and I really could have used one. I'd received several odd looks from the bus driver and a few of the passengers, at my appearance I suppose... I couldn't have cared less. Chubby was waiting dinner for me, but as soon as I walked in his condo's front door he's like, "Dylan! What happened!??" as he was running over to me. Damn, if I didn't start crying again... no boo hooing this time either, but those fucking tears coming down are embarrassing for an almost eighteen year old tough guy like myself. Chubby had his arm around my shoulders screaming, "Who did it? Whoever it was... the motherfucker is dead. Was it the Chavez brothers? I'll kill those fuckers. Snap out of it Dylan... tell me."

I was trying to gain some composure, shaking my head 'no' that it wasn't the Chavez boys. Chubby remained highly agitated and very hyper... he wanted somebody to hate, somebody to fight. Strangely, Chubby's near hysteria had a positive affect on my outlook and did a lot to help me feel better about myself... it made me feel the loving concern he felt for me, maybe I wasn't the loser I felt like at the moment... it was so comforting that he cared this much about me. It was so touching it made me weep some more and that wasn't what I was hoping for just then. Finally I was dry eyed.... needing fresh air we went for a walk and to smoke and talk about what had happened to me.

We walked around the block twice and smoked three cigarettes between us... passing one back and forth and then lighting another one... like that. Chubby said the left side of my face was swollen and the right side was bright red. He told me I had a cut near my eye and blood dried on my chin... I guess it ran out of my mouth. I started at the beginning and told him about the "Queer" note in my locker and then the condom thing. I went into how and why I thought it was this crazy kid, Joel Mc Carty, who did it. Chubby had heard of Joel, who's a high school drop out only a couple years older that us. Joel was a nutcase in Middle School too and I explained to Chubby about how wicked strong Joel is... a body builder on steroids or something. I told Chubby about Joel calling me those gay girlie/boy names... as best I could remember them. Joel had been yelling at me through that blurry haze I was in from that unbelievable first smack across my face... it must have knocked me unconscious for a few seconds because I had no memory of the actual smack, or of landing on the cement steps.

Chubby thought about the name calling aspect of the affair and then with a frown on his face, said... "I can't imagine why he'd be calling you faggy names. Swear to God, I got no fucking idea what that dipshit was talking about. You don't look or act like a queer at all. If you did, I'd kick your ass." Well, I didn't like the sound of that last part, but the other part confirmed what I thought... I don't have any stereotypical gay mannerisms. Chubby went on to emphatically state that he hadn't ever noticed anything odd with the way I walk either. He said, "You don't act queer, but that Mc Carty guy sure as shit is queer. You know that don't you, Dylan? I said, "Oh, yeah... sure. I guess". Chubby added, "That pervert is projecting his desires and perversion onto you... he sees you the way he wishes you were. That's one sick motherfucker and he's got you mixed up in his brain somehow. That sicko can't admit it's him, not you, that's the fucking queer." I wasn't feeling comfortable about the direction of Chubby's conversation... you know, it continually came back to me being gay or not gay ... so, not wanting to prolong it, I just did a lot of nodding of my head agreeing with whatever Chubby was saying... I was hoping he'd stop using the word "queer" too.

We were done walking... we went up to Chubby's place and ate the dinner he'd prepared and talked more about my afternoon nightmare. Chubby got really pissed-off all over again and began ranting and raving about the two of us meeting Joel in the parking lot tomorrow morning. I told Chubby that, frankly, Joel would kick both our asses... but Chubby assured me he wasn't even thinking about a fair fight... he was planning on hitting that asshole over the head with a baseball bat to even the playing field a little... and then we'd beat the shit out of him with fist flying and feet kicking. By the time we'd finished dinner we'd both calmed down some and had come to our senses... we were going to get revenge on Joel for beating me up, but I needed the lawn job for now so revenge would have to wait. "We got to keep our eye on the prize, Dylan. When we get the money we need, then we even some scores."

As we cleaned up the dinner stuff Chubby asked, "What's that real old mafia grandfather movie we saw on cable?" I go, "Grandfather? You mean Godfather?" Chubby's like, "Whatever... remember the young godfather, not the old one in the beginning... the younger one said ...."tonight we settle all the family business"... or something like that. Well, that's us Dylan... when we have the money we need from our jobs, we quit the jobs and settle all the old scores, including Rickie." I looked over at Chubby, he wouldn't look up. I'm like, "What score do we got to settle with Rickie? I thought you liked him... thought he was cool or something." Chubby just muttered that I should just take his word that there's a score to settle. "Those two assholes fucked with the wrong boys this time, Dylan... we're gonna kick some serious ass! I can hardly wait."

After taking a shower, I met Chubby in my finished basement. Our plan was to watch the last six innings of the Red Sox game. Chubby had another idea though, he wanted us to do the leg and pubic area shaving. We didn't need to do haircuts because we'd had that haircut day with the Dickers just a week ago. I wanted to discontinue my leg shavings manscaping so I mentioned that. Chubby laughed and says, "What the fuck is manscaping?" When I told him he shook his head saying how he was tired of it too, "God, we got started on this years ago... I'd like to stop too, but I'll have to wait till after the summer cause we all wear shorts at work and I don't want the guys to see leg hair stubble growing in... then they'd fucking know... if ya know what I mean.."

Yeah, I knew exactly what he means and damn, I'm in the same situation... guess I'll wait till after this job is finished too. Anyway, it's sexy doing the leg shaving, so for a while longer I'll get to enjoy Chubby's hands on my legs and my dick while he does the shaving... it's cool. Tonight I got another really hard boner while Chubby was doing my pubes and he was laughing at how big it got. He's never been a whiner about his small penis, just accepted it as is... same for his short stature which says something about his character, but I didn't know what that "something" is exactly... something good I think.

It never got boring to me watching Chubby's facial expressions as he concentrated during the process of shaving me. Everything Chubby did, no matter what it was, he tried to do it the very best he could. So, his concentration look is one I'm familiar with.... along with many others. I've been in love with him for some time now and which ever look he had on his face was fine with me... even his angry facial expression is cute... his is my favorite face of all time.

Chubby's concern and support of me in the aftermath of my beating intensified my feelings for him, in a special way. It's a very deep feeling... a warm sensation in my heart to have anyone, but especially the one person I love most in the world, to care so about my welfare so much.... ya can't fake the level of emotion Chubby displayed. And, at the moment... this hot, hot boy had his left fist around my boner keeping it out of the way of the shaving. Whoa! too much... I let out a quiet moan. Chub looks up and says, "Ya want me to pull on your boner for you?" With a pretend English accent, I said, "Yes, that's ever so nice of you ole chap" and Chubby stroked that boner of mine better than I do it. A couple of things occurred to me later that evening... one, Chubby wouldn't be calling my cock "big" if he ever saw Willie's and, the second thing was... Chubby is the second boy to jerk me off in two days. Dodger in the janitor's closet and now Chubby here in my basement.... nice trend.

That was what I thought of later... right then, with Chubby stroking my boner, I was thinking only of him. He looked at my face, smirking as he stroked me off and when he saw my face scrunch up getting ready to climax he'd slow down and torture me some, giggling while keeping me right on the edge. Finally nothing could prevent it from exploding ... out shot four, six-inch strings of cum... bang, bang, bang, bang! Chubby cheered and said, "Cooooool, Dylan". Then he was tasting it like we'd done the other night. When I got my breathing back to normal he fingered some of my cum into my mouth using the same finger he sucked my cum into his own mouth with. See... we share everything.

During my climax I saw fire flies behind my eyes or perhaps it was fireworks... oh man, it was a hot time having Chubby jerking me off... awesome. And he still held on to my cock and stroked it for a minute after my nuts were dry of cum. It was so good... then a thought slipped in as I checked out Chubby's, and then, my own belly... a shaved pube patch looks so cool! I'm going to stop shaving my legs at the end of the summer, but continue with the crotch shaving. It looks so cool, like I said... but, better yet, it leads to us jerking each other off too. I'm also going to see if Willie will shave his too. I thought to myself... you're recovering OK if you're thinking about this kind of thing instead of worrying about Joel. It's Chubby, he's helped me get through this...

My turn to do Chubby and did I ever take my time with his legs and pubic area, but no boner appeared on the boy even though I was trying to stimulate his penis in any number of ways.. No luck so far...I rubbed around his groin pretending I was checking to see if I'd missed any scratchy area, but I was really just enjoying playing with Chubby's privates. Finally his cock couldn't help but begin to tighten up and he knew it too, so he said, "Go ahead, Dylan, wack-off that little sucker... it's starting to get hard now.... feeling good too, dude." His cock sure was feeling good...in my hand that is. I'm thinking, "this is so special!" as I began wacking him off the same way he does himself... making a ring with my thumb and index finger and stroking that uncut foreskin back and forth with a lot of friction on the shaft... the foreskin sliding on and off and stimulating that fat cock head of his.

His penis might be small, but it's a cool penis. Very similar to Dodger's. Chubbie's is about Dodger's length... maybe four and a half inches when really boned up to the max, but Chubby has that full, firm over-sized head... like Carl's, although, now that I remember, Carl's penis is a bit longer. Even though Dodger doesn't have the over-sized head on his penis, his is a thing of beauty like none other... and that'll be true whether it grows longer on stays the same. I couldn't help but be curious about Robbie's cock, you know... considering Dodger's and all. Now, oops..it's happening again... that's the only drawback to jerking Chubby off. It gets me so horny I start thinking about all the guys' penises I know of and, all in all, it makes me yearn for the taste of cock in my mouth, especially Chubby's... I'd love to lick and suck on his penis. That's my number one daydream of late... then another daydream/fantasy I have is to feel his boner up my ass... what a shocking surprise that one is, huh? Ahhh, dream on.

The faster and tighter I stroked him the harder Chubby tried to hold back his climax... when we're doing it together he wants to climax first because he's competitive about everything. Now he wanted to hold off cuming and I was kind of hoping he could hold off because I enjoyed stroking his little cock so much. In a short time however, that big cock head swelled up and precum drooled out... Chubby did some grunting with a red face and then began thrusting his hips out... he was kind of squealing just before... BANG ! there it came... a hard stream of cum splattering against the front of the sink... that's his usual climax... one big shot, followed by drools. My dick was semi hard by the time Chubby stopped moaning... his face was still bright pink under his beautiful olive complexion. Without thinking, he hugged my head into his belly... I was kneeling in the same position I'd be in if I was blowing him because that's how I'd ended up after shaving his pubes. He pressed my face against his belly... my nose and his wet dick were in close proximity causing me to get fully boned-up again.

Returning Chubby's hug with my own hug around his waist.. we maintained the hugs for thirty seconds or so... it was so comforting to me... especially after that harrowing time with Joel. Chubby breathlessly said, "God damn, Dylan... that wank felt so fucking hot and ain't our hugs nice too." He chuckled and added, "Shit, hope we're not turning into a couple of homos. What do ya think? Maybe that asshole Mc Carty is on to something." He didn't seem too concerned when he said that. I talked into his belly saying, "Oh don't worry Chubby... we're not turning into anything". In my mind I was hoping we already were a couple of homos.

Maybe whatever Ricky and Chubby are doing with each other... by "force" or otherwise, will work out for me and Chubby down the road a bit. I'd already been thinking that our exposure to the Dickers brothers, who we know jerk-off together every night and do all that wrestling and all that swimming pool balls crunching that's been going on and the quick kiss on the lips and ... maybe it's all that kind of thing thats weakening Chubby's resolve about this sort of intimate interaction we've been experiencing of late. Yeah, that's right... I'm getting my hopes up again.

The hugging got awkward because of the position of me on my knees so we let go of each other and got busy cleaning up after the shaving stuff. After that, we climbed into the recliner to watch the last two innings of the Red Sox game. Chubby was against my side like always and we talked quietly as we watched TV. Our conversation was sentimental stuff about how he and I have been together almost every day of our lives and how we depend so much on each other for support and encouragement, "and even love, Dylan. I'm not afraid to say I love you. We're brothers for fuck sake, brothers love each other. Ya ever hear of that city of fucking brotherly love?" I go, "Which one?" and he's like, "How the fuck do I know... somewhere in New Jersey I think. Here's another fucking example... how about, he ain't fucking heavy, he's me fucking brother. All that kind of shit. I love ya, man." God, he makes me laugh, although I know he's not trying to.

Ohhh, I hugged him so tight and put the side of my face against the top of his head. I did need to grunt and cough so as not to laugh though... Chubby squirmed around to look up at me for my reaction to his touching "F bomb" littered tribute to brotherly love ... In a serious manner I said, "I love you more than any other person on earth". Chubby stared at me a second with a funny, confused look on his face before saying quietly, "Ya see... that's what I'm fucking talking about". Then we talked about the baseball game until we felt comfortable with each other again. I would have gotten a boner from his comments about loving me except I had to exert so much energy keeping myself from laughing at all the "F-bombs" he interjected along with the sweet brotherly love sentiment... and also, he'd just jerked me off ten minutes ago so it will probably be another fifteen minutes before I'll have another boner... just kidding, I don't mean to exaggerate.......... it'll be more like twenty minutes.

It was a wonderful time this evening with Chubby, almost counter balancing the horror of earlier today with Joel. Also, now I know there's some kind of serious problem between Rickie and Chubby. In addition, I'm pretty sure that psycho Joel isn't putting notes in my locker. And another thing... I'm pretty sure Chubby and me will get revenge on Joel at the end of the summer, along with doing whatever is appropriate in the Rickie situation... so, what a fucking day today has been! A range of emotions to boggle my mind, but as I lay there in bed that night I decided that it was Chubby's reaction that made the biggest impression on me, both in his concern for my well-being and later in his description of our "brotherly" love...those things overwhelmed everything else in my head. The swelling in my face from the beating was already almost gone, but Chubby's new level of intimacy, in both words and deeds, will always remain with me.

******************* DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 7 ********************

Chapter two

Damn! I overslept Tuesday morning and had to run for the bus... I know the driver won't wait even if he sees someone hurrying to make his bus. I was there in time though, took my usual seat in the back, alone. Chubby told me on Sunday that he was staying late at work to earn some overtime pay tonight... he knows I'm helping Willie set up his computer so he said he might as well work since I'm not going to be home. That's the lie I told Chubby... that I was helping my friend set-up a new computer system. Willie called me late Sunday night and we arranged for him to pick me up at my house... why not, no one would be there. I'm anxious to see him again and he's right... seeing each other just once a week isn't enough. We'd become pretty close boyfriends in a relatively short time... only three "dates", as Willie calls them, but we hit it off from the start and also all three were long and intensely intimate "dates"... we got to know a lot about each other quickly.

That's all true enough, but this morning my mind was mostly on Joel Mc Carty, not Willie. I'm going to do everything I can to stay out of Joel's way and when I do see him, which is inevitable because we work on the same crew, I'll do what he told me to do... which is simple, don't speak to him and "walk like a man". That's easy because it's how I always walk anyway... I've never been a "swisher". I'm not even going to look at him, and I won't smoke if he's anywhere I can see him. That's all I can do for now. I hate letting him think he can treat me that way, but for now I've got to play it just like that. Damn! It does help tremendously to know, when summer ends, Chubby and me are going to make Joel sorry he fucked with me. Then, another worrisome thought pops up... there might be something horrible in my locker again this morning. God damnit all!

Trying to change my mental outlook, I remembered something good coming up... the Wednesday night barbecue and pool party at the Dickers. OK! That's more like it. I've got the "date" with Willie tonight and the Dickers pool party tomorrow night. Oh man, wonder what new tricks Dodger has in store for me. Jeez, I really had to smile thinking about that surprising janitor's closet jerk-off we had together. Oh dear mother of god!... was that ever sexy and hot! That kid should wear a warning label like they put on Dunkin Donuts' take outs cups... "contents very hot" ... that should be on a big red tag around Dodger's neck. He's something alright... and that made me think of the upcoming massage with Dodgers brother, Robbie. See, now I'm thinking positively again... lots of great things in my life and only that one bad thing... Joel. Well, two bad things, Joel and the sicko prick who puts stuff in my locker.

When I got to work I went directly to my locker and opened it up first thing... get it over with. Nothing there, and then I had an obvious thought... get a lock for it! What a knucklehead I am, why didn't I think of that earlier? Damn! Maybe I'll ask Willie to stop at a hardware store on our way to... hell, I don't even know where we're going tonight. Well, we can stop on our way to... wherever. Feeling good about finally coming up with a solution to my locker problem I smiled the whole time Robbie and I were doing our massages. Of course, I do that every day anyway. Out on the job I stayed away from Joel as planned... he never even looked at me which is a vast improvement over the staring at me he use to do. The day flew by.

Robbie and I were quite intimate with the afternoon massages... me getting real good vibes from him. Jeez, my boner was really hard and just about to leak by the time he was done with me.. my body tingled. Saying goodbye, I was sorta out of breath. Robbie is so hot and, ya know... he's so nice. A really nice kid. Tomorrow night at his pool there'll be a lot of slippery, tight, smooth, teen-boy bodies getting squeezed and hugged all in the name of rough-housing and wrestling. Teen boys in a pool is about as hot as it can get with clothing on... then there's skinny dipping, which the Dickers claim never happens in their pool. Hmmmmm, a challenge! Can't help but wonder if Robbie's and my intimacy with the massages will escalate when the opportunity presents itself... maybe in the pool. Hope so!

At home it was weird being the only one in either condo, but I kept myself busy getting ready for my "date". Shower, then blow-dry my hair to get it to stand-up in a flattop... I needed to use some gel this time because it's been a few days since I wore my hair like that and it wouldn't stand up on it's own. Checking myself in the mirror... couldn't detect anything too obvious from those face slaps which was surprising since they seemed so devastating yesterday. The little cut was still there and maybe my cheek was slightly puffy, but nothing that should draw much attention... that's probably why Joel slapped me with his open hand... it doesn't leave any lasting marks that could be used as proof he beat me up. A second look in the mirror and, hey... that flattop looked OK on me... I'm getting use to it and I kind of like it now. Wonder if I like it simply because Willie likes it.

Just as I was about to go out to my front steps for a pre-date cigarette, the doorbell rings. It was Willie, he had a beautiful smile on his cute face when he said, "I came to pick you up the proper way this time, Dylan. At your front door..." He looked around and hesitantly added, "no one is here, right?" There was a little sunburn on his longish, cute nose... his healthy tanned, longish face, arms and legs had me shaking my head in disbelief that he actually thinks I'm the special one when he looks like this! He's totally one hundred percent boy, that's what Willie is.... and his flattop went perfectly with his all-american boyish looks too. Damn, guess he was right about that old time flattop haircut ... ha ha ! Yeah, he was right about that as well as just about everything else since we've been going out... and I thought he was just a cute goof... Jeez!.

Swallowing and trying not to act like a dweeb who's overwhelmed with their date's attractiveness... like I actually was at the moment, I said, "Hi Willie... no one is here. You, ah... you look really... cute... I mean, great, nice. Oh jeez, please just come on in... I'm acting like a dweeb, sorry." Willie walked in, ignoring my embarrassing beginning, held open his arms and in a charming way said... "Come on Dylan, let's get our first kiss for this date".... It was amazing actually... he acted so upbeat and so excited to be here. I walked into his arms thinking... I'm so lucky to be on a date with a boy who looks so cute and clean, and healthy, and sexy, and yummy, and boyish, and innocent... all in one. I got wrapped up in Willie's arms... his arms around my waist, my arms went around his neck. Willie Worthington, who tells me he loves me and who is a truly original personality is uplifting my spirits second by second... hugging me with undisguised eagerness. Just what I really, really needed... Chubby is always there for me of course, but it means a lot that there is someone else who cares a lot for me too... especially after Joel dominated me so badly that I kinda lost respect for myself.

The make-out following our first kiss was so typically Willie... meaning it was hot and sexy and it quickly put me into an erotic state of mind, everything else flew from my brain... only Willie and me remained. A mere three minutes into that make-out and my thoughts turned to concerns that I'd be creaming my cargo shorts shortly. I gentle pulled my head away from our make-out and said, "Oh Willie, you are so hot. It's embarrassing, but I'm afraid I'm going to cum in my pants". Of course his wonderful "Willie smell" had something to do with that situation too... a uniquely personal odor that was Willie's alone. When he'd caught his breath a bit, he grinned and matter-of-factly said, "OH... don't be embarrassed, Dylan...that's what I expect you to do". He put his mouth on mine and that talented tongue of his went to work... Oh my God, it was all around my mouth, my lips, my nose, my neck..... feeling so smooth and sexy. I quickly surrendered myself to Willie. His lips sucked my top lip till I was going "Nooo, ohhh, Ahhh".. Willie giggling through his kisses at my arousal and then switching to French kissing which quieted me down even with my boner twitching... all the time grinding his crotch into me gently. He was determined to make me cum spontaneously... it was a luscious feeling to have a wet cock in my pants during this sloppy make-out with this cute, hot boy... and to be right on the verge of climax with each second that ticked by.

As my climax got closer and closer the thought floated by in my mind that Willie is a lot more experienced in... well, in everything then I ever gave him credit for. I'm sure he knew that my balls were tight up against my belly, he'd had his hands on them briefly a couple of times so we both knew I was just about there... it was so fabulous when I just relaxed and let it happen. Let myself climax right into my clean underwear without even touching my dick. Willie was rubbing up the back of my neck and the back of my head... sucking on my tongue and making quiet pleasure sounds in his throat... his boner a poker in his pants. It was never in doubt really... and so, trying not to squeal like a school girl I felt the first small squirt of cum splattered into my jockey shorts... I went, "Ahhhh ohhh" ...Willie licked up the front of my nose with a lot of spit on his tongue, inhaling some of it intensifying the "Willie smell".. gasping for oxygen as cum shot up from my nuts and burned shooting out my cock's pee slit... four spurts... ".. AH.. AH.. AH.. AH..! " and then me moaning and carrying on like it was my first climax ever.

It felt so hot, so fantastic to cum without touching my cock. I was humping against Willie, not thinking about anything but my dick and Willie... groaning and moaning out, "Willie.. Willie" He held me tightly and let me have my climax... every bit of it, just the sides of our faces touching... no making out. After a minute or so, Willie quietly asked, "You OK, Dylan? Was that good for you?" He sounded so sincerely concerned... so loving and, ya know... like I've said any number of times, he's so sweet. I nodded my head "yes" clinging onto Willie... it was such an unusual and fabulously sexy thing to experience. I'm still new to all this stuff... maybe it happens to other gay guys every day... maybe, but I doubt it.

Some of my cum was drooling past my jockey shorts wetting halfway down my thigh which was the only thing that kept this from being a perfect experience for me. I'd thought earlier that making-out with Willie could cause spontaneous climaxing because I'd come close to doing it with him before. So it wasn't a big surprise that I did it tonight, but it was a surprise how awesome it felt to do it. It was a much hotter, yummier feeling then I anticipated it would be when fantasizing about it. Then I briefly wondered if it's possible I could go through the rest of my life and never meet another boy who could make me do what Willie just made me do? It's possible, I suppose..

Willie broke my spell by saying, " Ah, I have something for ya... I bought something for you". Another surprise. Separating from him, I excitedly said... "You bought something for me? What is it?" Willie said, "Oh my God, look at that" he was pointing at the spreading cum stain on the front of my shorts. We both laughed awkwardly... then he said, "Ya want to change your shorts first, Dylan... then I'll give you your present. Go ahead, it's OK..." Damn, I don't get many presents so I hustled through my bedroom and into the little bathroom to strip and wipe my cum off myself with a washcloth. Walking back into my bedroom, naked from my waist down, my limp dick swinging. Willie was sitting on the edge of my bed looking at me, "Hey, nice dick, dude. I love that shaved pube look ya got going for yourself. It's hot!". He was just joking around, pretending he'd never seen it before, but that might be my opening. I was going through my bureau drawer looking for clean underwear, I casually asked, "Ya want me to shave your pubes for you Willie?"

He had a little box in his hand... it wasn't wrapped or anything... he said, "You'd shave my pubes for me?" I pulled on some boxer underwear and said, "Of course I will, Willie. You're my boyfriend." Willie goes, "Thank you, yeah.. I'd like that! But first, here's your, you know... your little present thing, Dylan". As I opened it he said, "It's not much. I just saw it yesterday while I was looking at watches and I thought it would look good on you". It was a plain metal necklace with a cross pendant hanging at the front... not a religious cross. The metal chain was the color of cloudy stainless steel. The cross pendant was about an inch long and an inch across and had a black shiny material inside the metal outline of the cross. It was a very cool necklace.

As I stared at my present something about it made me think it was expensive, but I don't know what. Willie said, "It's from the men's collection of David Yurman. I got it at Long's Jewelers at the Mall". I was confused then and asked, "This use to belong to some guy named David something? It's a used necklace?" Willie smiled in a way that I interpreted as meaning he wasn't sure if I was serious or not. He took the necklace from me and fastened it around my neck saying, "Don't be funny, you know it's not used. David Yurman is the guy who designs the jewelry. There, it looks so cool on you." And then he hugged me around the neck and said in my ear... "I'm so lucky to have you as my boyfriend. I love you so much". I was really touched.

As I admired my necklace in the mirror over the bureau I said, "I love you too Willie and, like I told you before, I'm the lucky one... you're special, not me. I love this present. I've never had a necklace... Thank you!" Willie looked embarrassed and waved his hand at me and said something about it was nothing, he had about ten necklaces. I didn't doubt that, but I was a tiny bit concerned about one thing... wearing a "necklace"... ya know what I mean? So I said, real casually, "Ah, you say it's from the men's part of that David whats-his-name guy's stuff though, right?" Willie was like, "Oh come on, stop teasing me Dylan. Anyone can see it's a guy's necklace... it's nothing like a girl's for Christ sake. You're always joking around." I was like, "Yeah, I can see that" although, of course, at first I hadn't been sure. We kissed again quickly and then I took him downstairs to the little half bath and pulled his shorts off. With my cool necklace pendant cross swinging out and then settling against my smooth chest, I said... "Sit on the toilet seat Willie and I'll make short work of those pubes". The necklace felt so cool around my neck and that cross pendant had a nice solid feel to it... nothing flimsy about that thing.

Willie was holding the bottom of his polo shirt up away from his lap as I ran the electric trimmers through his pubic hairs. That left only a sandpaper feel to his pubes which I wet with warm water and then lathered up with shaving cream. Neither of us spoke as I shaved him. Willie ran his fingers over the top of my hair a few times. I took my time because I didn't want to nick his belly with the razor. All done, I felt around the area... I'd been holding his long dick in my left hand during the shaving and it had finally become a full fledged boner. Willie dropped the bottom of his Polo shirt back down in his lap and breathlessly said, "Suck me off, Dylan... please, Do that thing with your throat that you did last time. I want to cum in your mouth". Jeez, I love to suck teen cocks so no hesitation from me.

His now smooth, hairless, pubic patch made his penis looked even longer. I guided that long, hard boner inside my mouth and sucked on the head for two minutes. Willie was running the fingers of both hands through my hair grunting and humping little humps off the toilet seat. He grunted out, "Dylan, that feels fantastic... I love it." and then he comes out with... a little bit grumpily, " I wish you wouldn't put gel in your hair. I like dry, clean hair. OK?" As he asked "OK" I swallowed his cock and went through a series of swallowing motions in my throat... then, pulling it out of my throat and sucking on it again and licking it, and swallowing it again... then everything all over again. Willie didn't last long... he fired most of his cum down my throat. It just worked out that way...he climaxed while his boner was in my throat. I did get a nice taste when I backed completely off of it and he fired a spurt of cum in my mouth while I was gently sucking on the head of his long boner. Taste good, but I can't think what it specifically taste like.

Willie moved quite a bit on the toilet seat and had actually squealed when he shot his four cum shots, sounding slightly like that little girl I almost sounded like when he made me cum in my pants not too long ago. That's the first thing Willie has ever done in my presents that didn't remind me totally of a boy... it was only three quick squealing noises, and he told me later he'd never heard himself make sounds anything like that before. Of course, he's never been sucked off like that before either. We cleaned up in the half bath a bit while Willie complained about the gel in my hair again. "These flattops need to stand up naturally, Dylan. You need to train it to stand-up, not gel-up your hair like you're spiking it. Come over to the sink." I did and he had me bend me over so he could wash the gel out of my hair. Then, upstairs in my mother's bedroom he used her hairdryer and a round hairbrush to get my hair to stand-up without gel... like his.

"You see the way I brushed up your hair with the hairdryer right next to the brush... that will get it to stand up when it's dry." I go, "Oh yeah... I see" and Willie turns off the hairdryer for a minute to say, "Dylan... you look good in this flattop and I like you with it... so, will you please wear it like this all the time. It'll stand-up on it's own if you train it to. OK?" I gave it a seconds thought... it's really not that big a deal and like I said earlier... I'm kind of liking it too, so I said, "OK, Willie... for you." He gave me a wet kiss on my lips that sort of sucked both my lips into his mouth... it seemed like that anyway. He said, "Thank you" and he turned the hairdryer back on and finished the job. That one wet kiss got me almost fully boned again. I guess you could say I'm hooked on Willie.

We went outside on my steps to finish the drinks we'd grabbed from the refrigerator and mostly so I could smoke a cigarette before getting in his car. When I was done the cigarette I refrained from flicking the butt, just stepped on it instead. The night was quite warm and with a top down convertible, and the big rock & roll sound flowing from his stereo, it was a cool-hot ride to his house. Willie said we were going to hang out there. "Chef" was making burgers and stuff for our dinner. As we cooly drove down route nine Willie said, "It feels really neat to have shaved pubes! Thanks, Dylan." I smiled and reached over to squeeze his hand, like Chubby's always doing to me. We were quickly at his driveway heading to his house... what a mansion it was too.

According to the housekeeper, the chef wasn't ready for us so we went to Willie's room. I wanted to do something with his computer so I could rationalize I wasn't telling a one hundred percent lie to Chubby... just a ninety-nine percent one. Willie of course had a state of the art system, much too sophisticated for me to understand, but I logged on and fucked around with it awhile anyway. Since leaving my house, when we walked any where Willie had been doing his normal routine... arm around my waist, or hand in my back pocket, or arm around my neck. Whenever we were seated or standing, like me at his computer, he rubbed my back or squeezed the back of my neck or ran his fingers from my forehead to the back of my head playing with my hair. It's a Willie's thing... constant bodily contact of one form or another. And, you know what... none of his touching was annoying to me at all. I actually was loving the attention and the feel of his hands and body. I loved Willie. Still a long way from "in love", but I sure loved him. Being with him was fun and funny although, like Chubby, he wasn't always funny on purpose. He looked really good too, and tasted good, and smelled so sexy and hot and boyish and yummy. What's not to love!

We had dinner at this long table covered with a white linen table clothe.... Willie and I sat across from each other at the end nearest the kitchen. The same linen for our napkins. Two tall, thin candles were burning with the huge overhead chandelier on a dimmer switch... turned down low. Willie told the housekeeper who served the food, he'd like to listen to Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run" CD. I'd never heard it before, but I recognized one of the songs from a station on the radio that plays seventies, eighties, and nineties rock and roll. Some very excellent rock and roll from that era... and, to be honest, a lot of it sucks too. Bruce did not suck, some of the songs were mesmerizing. I couldn't picture what Bruce looked like, but his music sounded like it was made for teens Willie's and my age.

The food was beyond belief... it was simple fare cooked in an exceptional way. A cheesburger, the best I'd ever eaten, had a cheese I'd never heard of, "Gruyere". There were sweet onion and pickles of some kind on the burger too, with a dressing on the toasted bun that had my mouth watering. I was worried at first because the burger wasn't cook properly, it was pink inside... I'm not into raw meat, but the lady assured me that this was definitely sufficiently cooked. A nice serving of the creamiest, most succculent scallop potatoes I've ever tasted and a wedge of iceberg lettuce with a white dressing that I was told is a blue cheese dressing... a salad dressing the chef makes from scratch. Never heard of blue cheese or blue cheese dressing... very unusual taste, but mouth watering too. We had red wine with dinner. I tried my best to drink it, but it sucked! I drank some water that was a little fucked-up too... sparkling water of some kind with lemon slices in it. Except for the water and wine, it was a great dinner.

Dessert was strawberries, over vanilla ice cream. Over all, it was the most delicious meal I ever had, but I'm not telling Chubby that... he and I claim our sixty dollar dinner at Ken's Steakhouse was the best meal ever prepared. And it was really good, but this was out of sight. And that's especially surprising because it was basically only a cheeseberger and salad with some potatoes. The chef, who I never actually saw, was a talented guy. The ice cream, like the salad dressing, was home made... you wouldn't think, with all this money, they'd have to have the chef concoct homemade ice cream and homemade salad dressing. Ben and Jerry's is expensive ice cream, I know... but, come on, these guys are loaded... and Ken's salad dressings aren't even that expensive. I didn't say anything to Willie about the homemade stuff because I didn't want to embarrass him... and, what the hell, they tasted Ok too. I'm not fussy.

Willie had more conversation memorized for during dinner and inbetween bites of cheeseburger he told me about the difference between women's and men's english.... what they say and what they actually mean. With a women, if she says "yes" she means "no" and "no" means "yes" and "maybe" means "no". "We need" means "I want"... "I'm sorry" equals "You'll be sorry"... "We need to talk" means "you're in trouble, mister". And, so on...

Men's English goes like this... "nice dress" mean "nice cleavage!"... "I love you" means "Let's fuck"... "I'm bored" means "Let's fuck"... "May I have this dance" means "Lets fuck"... and so on... the last one, if a man says "Those shoes don't really go with your outfit" means , "I'm gay, leave me the fuck alone".

These weren't as funny as some of the others on our last date, but once again I laughed at how hard Willie laughed. That was the really funny thing to me... the fact he actually memorized these things and still got such a kick out of them he could hardly say them before howling with laughter. He looks so cute laughing... the bridge of his nose, where his freckles are, wrinkles so cutely and makes him look like a twelve year old... and his beautiful teeth and dark pink mouth all look so clean as he laughs.... great visuals to go with the jokes. When he'd finished with the memorized part of the conversation I asked him what he did all day long... quite a bit it seems.

Willie described some of the many things that fill his days. Sunday, for example, he'd had two kids from his prep school over for the afternoon. They come over at least once a week and Willie goes to their house for an afternoon almost every week as well. Neither of the kids was Larry, and neither of them is gay either... although they both knew Willie was. He said, "We did exactly what you and I are going to do after dinner, Dylan. Play tennis and then take a swim in the pool." I told him I didn't know how to play tennis and Willie said, "You'll learn, just like I'm learning to play golf". I shrugged thinking, " I'd like to be able to play tennis ". Willie's regular activities include drives into Cambridge a couple times a week to hangout with his buds there... sometimes during the day, and sometimes after dinner. He and his cousin, who lives in Wayland, see the Red Sox play at Fenway Park every other week and the weeks they don't go, they go into Boston for the day just to mess around in there. He takes piano lessons twice a week and practices an hour a day on the day's he doesn't have a lesson.

Furthermore, he has weekly tutoring lessons in French because he got a C- grade in that course last year. And he is also required by the Prep school to read one book a week and submit a review of the book through email. He described other things that keep hims busy, my eyes were glazing over after awhile... just keeping tract of all that stuff would be a challenge. Chubby and I "hung-out" a lot the summers before we got jobs... that's about how I'd describe it... "handing-out", and oh yeah, we got into trouble once in awhile too. Willie ended by saying, "And then, there's my boyfriend... I see him twice a week. That's you, Dylan, in case you thought I had another. ha ha..." Willie's so much more than I thought he was at first. I blushed thinking back at how superior I felt in our early times together during Carl's party. I was under the impression Willie was some dweeb with no self confidence who had no friends and just happened to be cute in a unique way. He never came on like a rich, sophisticated, well rounded over achiever.... like he, in fact, appears to be.

Man! I was impressed... but baffled too as to why he was so taken with me. What did he see in me that I don't see... why didn't he sniff with self importance and lift his nose up in the air at the likes of me... country bumpkin, Dylan Newman? I don't get it... He's so proud to introduce me as "My boyfriend, Dylan Newman" like ... "see, I finally have a friend" or "I finally have a boyfriend" or something like that. The truth is he'd have absolutely no trouble getting a boyfriend anytime he wanted and he already has a lot of friends. And, what's with the way he looks up to Larry? Or the way he let's Larry treat him like a piece of meat? A couple more mysteries of life for me to contemplate... a never-ending list, it seems.

After dinner we wandered around their beautiful grounds with Willie naming various flowers and plants... Latin names that I wouldn't even be able to pronounce. We eventually circled back to an area with a lighted tennis court, full basketball court, and swimming pool. "This is our sports complex, Dylan"... Willie said that laughingly as if the area was embarrassing inadequate. "We only have the one court, and as you can see there's no place to put another one so my parents can't really have tennis parties here. The pool is small too, but since it's just you and me, it'll be perfect for us, right?" I nodded my head and smiled... I was overwhelmed. We shot baskets first. Willie's a little more than an inch taller than me... he's about five feet, eleven inches tall... but he and I are equally skinny so it was a fair game of one on one basketball. We were about at equal skill levels too... which is to say neither of us could make our high school basketball team, but we didn't suck either. We split two games of one on one, but I had to really work at it. He's a determined competitor, but always fair... no cheating.

Then onto the tennis court where I had never before tread a step... never so much as swung a tennis racket either. Willie gave me one of his rackets to use and gave me a basic lesson too... then he lobbed shots to me from the other side of the net which I tried returning. It wasn't real difficult when he lobbed the tennis balls to me... I thought I was doing great. Then I wanted to see how he'd normally return a volley and the speed at which he sent the ball back over the next was scary. His serve was totally dangerous to a novice like me. Willie had an athletic grace about his every movement that I hadn't had an opportunity to see until tonight. I thought back to Carl's party again, and how good a dancer Willie had been as he tried to teach me to dance. Back then I assumed he was a bit on the girlie side which would fit in with the dancing, but instead he's a very good athlete, who can also dance.

It's impossible not to have admiration for someone who's your peer, but who can do so many things better than you... and maybe I felt a little jealousy too because he's also cuter then me and a million times richer as well. That's Willie though, the same Willie who claims to be in love with me. I swear to God, I can't figure this out. It was getting dark now, but still quite humid and warm. Hidden lights began flickering on as the night darkened. "Time for a swim Dylan, and please don't worry, I promise to get you home by twelve like you said... I know you need to work tomorrow". I was wondering about mosquitoes, but Willie said we wouldn't be bothered. There were many propane fueled mosquitoes traps hidden around the grounds that eliminated mosquitoes entirely from their property. "Oh, you have those things, huh?" I mumbled. I'd never even known there were such things.

The pool wasn't like a regular backyard pool. It was made to look like a pond... about twenty by thirty feets laid out irregularly, with a waterfall at one end. The water looked black instead of light blue like all the swimming pools I've seen. Subdued lighting created a very neat picture. Very inviting. Willie said, "Here ya go, Dylan" and he lifted my T shirt over my head and pulled down my pants. "Wait!" I said, "I don't have a swimsuit" and Willie laughed and told me I was a riot. He pulled down my underwear and I was naked except for ankle socks and sneakers... I took those off. I guess we're going skinny dipping which I've never done, although I've wanted to do it someday. I guess that day, or rather, that night is here.

Willie got undressed and had me come around to the end opposite the waterfall where there was a hammock suspended between two trees. It wasn't a normal hammock of course, but made to fit in with the decor of a pond, in the forrest... with a waterfall. The "forest" consisted of beautiful decorative exotic types of trees and shrubs... it's a beautiful and private place. We got in the hammock which was quite comfortable and made of a soft material that smelled new... or maybe just clean. Willie and I weren't new or clean... we were sweaty from playing tennis and basketball.

Willie quietly said, "Oh Dylan, I've been dreaming about this since Sunday morning when I woke up." and he wrapped me up in his arm and wrestled us around until he was laying on top of me... his cock on my cock, his legs in between my legs. His tongue was in my mouth and in short order my boner was stretching six inches and painfully trying to get to six-and-a-half. Willie's boner was just as hard, noticeably longer, stretching for more.

It was actually very sexy to be entangled with a sweaty boy... it was slippery, and nasty, and hot. Neither of us had bad BO and, in fact, Willie smelled better then ever. From that point onward, we didn't engage in conversation again until Willie had fucked me twice.... a few words were spoken, but no conversation. Willie fucked me in much the same manner he'd done Saturday night except there was no music tonight and we were outside in a hammock, and we were grungy.... so there were a few differences. As a matter of fact though, this turned out to be even better than Saturday night and Saturday night had been my best sexual experience ever... until tonight that is. Willie started with the unbelievably hot make out again while inching my legs up and getting his knees under my buttocks slightly. I was under his spell by them and shortly he had my legs pulled back and up in the air... at that point he pushed in the first two inches of his boner. My boner was so hard there was a danger of it breaking off if were knocked just the wrong way.

As I said, we used very few words... mostly grunting and heavy breathing and sighs and moans of pleasure. Willie, once he'd penetrated me with those two inches of boner, arranged my legs and ass and body exactly like he wanted them and then casually leaned forward sliding his long, sweaty, pre cum slippery boner the next five-plus inches up my ass. He grunted once when he was all the way in me and with sweat dripping from his face he groaned pulling out almost all the way and then drove it all the way back up inside me again.... I was holding my breath waiting for the pleasure which was just seconds away. His long boner went in easier that second time and by the forth time he had his rhythm and he fucked me steadily for five minutes...the hammock swaying slightly and the warm humid air had us both sweating some more... my ass was wet with it, and with Willie's precum.

Everything felt primitive and exciting and hot... sweat from Willie's face mixing with my own. I said he fucked me for five minutes, but it could have been less... I was highly stimulated and simply couldn't hold off climaxing. I shot my big load with a great deal of pressure behind it and almost feinted... it flew out of my boner, spraying up on my neck while I was crying out a desperate, "Oh my God Willie...that felt good," Then smaller cum spurts travelled from my nuts up my shaft to pool on my belly. Shortly after, with me still trying to appreciate all the colors flashing in my head, Willie made a squealing sound next to my ear and, just like that, my hole was full of his cum... then more of it went up inside me, and even a little more after that.

He fucked me in a frenzy for a minute after his climax and then slowed down as we got in that tight ball of teen boys that we'd gotten into Saturday night. My arms locking around his back, and his arms around my neck, and his knees really tight on either side of my chest, my legs wrapped around his waist, locked together on his back... our faces next to each other and my cum, as well as my penis, squishing between our bellies. As tight together as we were the thing that caught my attention was his cum drooling out of my hole around his cock, which was still fully inside me. When we were all in place, nice and snug, and everything was perfect, we tightened that ball of teen boys even tighter and then Willie sucked on my neck for twenty minutes giving me a bigger hickey than the one Carl gave me. I was writhing underneath Willie before he was done because it was stinging at one point and it was hypnotically erotic at other points. A fantastically sexy time.

When Willie was done with my hickey, just licking it now, I began to feel his penis grow inside me which caused Willy to take in a long breath and say, "Roll over for me Dylan... please. I want to do you laying on your stomach." He had to pull out in order for me to roll over and I didn't like the feel of being so empty back there. But once on my stomach he slid it right back up inside me, filling me up so nicely. His cum from the earlier climax made it slippery and it was so sexy for me to just think about that.... all Willie's cum surrounding his long boner that was inside my body. Willie fucked me kind of roughly for at least fifteen minutes before he climaxed again. I pushed up on my knees a little to reach under to grab my boner and help myself get off... I'd been right on the edge of climaxing when Willie shot his load and he'd then slowed down making it necessary for me to use my hand. He was breathing hard for a minute or so after his climax... that boy put out a lot of energy doing all this fucking.

We lay together quietly except when Willie would whisper in my ear that he loved me and he'd ask if I loved him and I'd say I did because I felt I did. When he finally pulled out of me for good, much of his cum drooled out too and stained the material of the hammock. He said he'd have it cleaned... not to worry. We dove in the pool and swam for twenty minutes stopping frequently to hug each other and kiss... it was a dreamy evening, it really was. Romantic even. The swim cooled us off and cleaned us up some too. We got dressed after toweling off and Willie drove me home... we were only twenty minutes late too. Twelve o'clock was my time table, not Mom's... so I wasn't in any trouble. Willie and I made out for five minutes in the car and then I thanked him profusely for the necklace... and for everything else too. I told him it was truly a wonderful time. He said he'd call about our Saturday night date and then he was gone.

Laying in bed, coming down off the "high" of that evening, I thought...Saturday night date? Fuck! I'll be in Wildwood Saturday. I forgot to explain to Willie how I wouldn't be around for two weeks and to invite him to meet me in Wildwood for a couple of the days during my vacation. I forgot to ask him to stop at a hardware store so I could buy a lock for my locker too. Fuck!

OK, so I forgot a couple of things, but who cares... it was the dreamiest of nights with Willie, ... with anyone ever, actually. I'll talk to him Thursdays after work about Wildwood. Getting to sleep tonight didn't even require a jerk off... Willie had done a really good job of taking care of my sexual needs. Jeez, I climaxed three times with him on our date... WOW! I think I do love him because I'm already wondering when I'll next see him. Then, just before falling asleep I thought, "Oh, hey... I was suppose to fuck Willie first tonight. That's what we decided at the end of our last date, I think. No, wait... I said that to Willie and he said something like, "We'll see, Dylan". Yes, now I remember... it made me mad cause he was like... "Maybe I'll give my OK". He didn't say those words, but that's the meaning I got from his tone and his body language, in addition to that comment of, "We'll see". OK, that's true enough... but, do I care? Do I want to make an issue out of that? Nah.... I like the way it's going between us right now... it's so cool having a boyfriend like Willie.

******************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA PART 7 ******************

Chapter three

Up in the morning and raring to go... well, not quite. I was a little tired because of my late date last night, but I had a smile on my face. I just wish I had someone I could share my dating experiences with... compare notes, show them my hickey, or something. Probably that's a veiled way of saying I wish I could brag about my boyfriend, and our date, ... but, I don't like to think of myself as the type person who would brag. Oh hell, I think I'd brag about Willie if I had someone to brag to. He's fabulous and we had a great time last night. OK... for now I'm in the closet, but I won't be forever.... someday I'll have other gay friends to share my thoughts and experiences with.

Then I thought about something practical... a lock for my locker and...YES! The answer! I ran down to the basement and started going through our junk closet down there until I found the back pack I used for high school last year. Hanging on the backpack was my combination lock from my gym locker... Sweet! I knew the combination like I know my own birth date, which isn't surprising since they're both the same. Twirled the dial to unlock it and then upstairs for a quick shower. I got dressed, covered the hickey with a round Band-aid... it's an ingrown pimple if anyone ask me about it, and yes... I remembered to keep my promise to Willie... I did my hair in the flattop style. All the time I was doing my flattop I was wondering what the guys will say about it. Especially Chubby... well, Dodger too, I'll see him at the pool after work today. I wanted to wear my new necklace, but that would be nuts... wearing that to cut grass in and then swiming. No, the necklace is for special occasions.

Arriving at work I immediately went over to check my locker. Inside I found six dirty pictures printed from a website called DOGGYBOYS. The pictures showed teenage boys doing anal sex, rimming, and oral sex. To be honest, the boys were awfully cute, but I still had a scary chill run through me.... why is someone doing this to me? I studied the pictures one last time, balled them up in my hand, and flushed them down the toilet. Then I changed into the company logo shorts and T shirt for work, put Chubby's and my bathing suits in my locker for tonight's barbecue pool party, and locked my locker with my gym lock. When that lock snapped closed it gave me such a good feeling... try getting in there now, asshole!

"Hey, that's a cool retro 'do' ya got there, Bobbsey. Where'd ya get that haircut, I like it". It was the friendliest of the college guys, Drew. He usually has a joke or something nice to say to me. With a huge smile on my face I gave him the finger while running the palm of my free hand across the top of my flattop. He laughed good-naturedly... he's my favorite college guy. Drew said, "The girls are going to be dropping stuff in their panties when they see you, Dylan". I showed him my bicep muscle and he goes, "Whooo eeeee, you hot, you da man".

Robbie came hurrying in, said.. "Sup Dylan?". We do a quick one arm hug and pat on the back... then Robbie started changing into his work clothes while I sat next to him sneaking peeks at his fantastic body. It didn't take but a minute to change and then Robbie started my morning massage. First the shoulders, then the back of my neck, and then he was pulling my arms up... I couldn't wait any longer so I motioned for him to lean down. Whispering in his ear like we always do, I asked.. "Hey dude... what do you think of my new hair style?" Robbie whispered back, "I didn't want to embarrass you by gushing all over you about it, you know... cause I'm always saying how cool you are, but I love it! And, you have to do mine just like that next time you give me a haircut."

It felt so good that Robbie liked it and I thought... Jeez, Willie might be starting a whole new trend in teen's hair styles. Wouldn't that be a hoot! Like always, Robbie's hands felt so sexy on my body, he's got strong hands ...it was yummy bodily contact and, boy oh boy, am I ever being spoiled by my new friends... Robbie, Dodger and Willie. They're all awesome! When I did Robbie's massage I took a chance and hugged his head against my stomach and leaned down with my head right next to his... camouflaging this obvious attempt to enjoy his smell and feel his face against mine, I slowly explained to him how he'll need to train his new hairdo if he wants it to stand-up the way...blab, blab, blab. It's getting ridiculous anymore the way I admire certain boys... just ridiculous, and a lot of fun too.

We finished up but I needed to pee so I told Robbie I'd see him in the parking lot. Just as I got to the lavatory door Joel came out... we almost ran into each other. He had a mean puss on his face as he usually does when he sees me... he snapped out, "The fucking nerve of you... are you stupid? Get in there and don't say a word", he was pointing at the lavatory door... I was scared, but I still thought to myself... that's where I was going in the first place ya crazy motherfucker. He came right in after me and grabbed behind my neck with a vice-like grip of his left hand. This madman is freaky strong... I wasn't thinking about smart ass comments anymore because now I was afraid. Joel turns me into a pussy.

Trying not to whine I hunched my shoulders against the pain. Without easing the pressure on the back of my neck Joel hissed, "You can't stay away from me, can ya? You'll be happy to know, I'm not done with you, not by a long shot... that little slap around Monday was just to get your attention. You screw up and you'll get it a lot worse. Do you understand what I'm saying, fairy boy? Don't speak, I can't stand your girly voice, just nod. You understand?" I nodded "yes", as best I could with that clamp he had on my fucking neck, but I didn't actually... understand him, I mean. How could I, he's nuts. He'd moved up close to my back... I think I felt the heat from his body. All I could hear was rough breathing, mostly through his nose... like he was aroused or pissed off or most likely, he was just being his normal insane self. I stood as still as I could... waiting for what this maniac was going to do to me next.

At least a full minute went by like that... him almost on top of me, breathing weirdly, but not speaking. The pain in my neck was dull now, almost like it had turned numb... then he was touching me. His body was against my back and some part of him was on top of my head... I think it was his chin. My bowels were feeling loose and I had to pee so bad I wanted to scream. I was thinking... he could kill me right now and then he'd have to spend the rest of his life in jail for murder... but, big deal, I'd be dead. He removed his chin from my head and said in a strangled voice, "I'm trying to figure out if you're worth the trouble. Maybe you are... at least you didn't go running to Mommy, peeing your panties, crying... that mean Joel smacked me. You kept it to yourself. Right?" I nodded my head "yes".

Joel took a deep breath, let go of my neck and growled low, "Let me see you walk over to the stall and back. Do it!" I walked slowly, almost stiff legged so my ass wouldn't move hardly at all. After four steps he rushed over and grabbed my right buttocks with that machine-like grip and almost pulled me off my feet, snarling, "Nobody fucking walks like that, what are you, a zombie?" and he jerked on my buttocks again. It hurt so badly I cried out, "Ouch...ahhh, please, that really hurts." He snapped, "Well walk like a fucking human then" and he let go of me. Jesus, the pain in my buttocks was like a pulled muscle.

Holding my breath, I tried to walk normally. "Walk back to me now" he snapped. When I was in front of him he said, "OK, not too faggy. Shall I waste my time on you? Are you worth it? I know goddamn well you're hanging around me hoping I'll notice you. Fuck... I know that in one weekend I'd make a new boy out of you. How old are you?" I was afraid to say something because it might be a trap... he'd already told me emphatically not to speak in his presence. I bit my lip... what to do? I think I'm going to pee my pants. He grabbed my jaw, his thumb on one side and thin, strong fingers on the other side gripping so hard tears ran down my face. "Answer me" he demanded, through clenched teeth. I said, "I'll be eighteen next month". He let go and thought for a minute... I stood in front of him shaking, my body was actually shaking.

He wiped his face with the palms of his hands and muttered, "Maybe. You're a maybe. I know god damn well you'd like me to take interest in you, wouldn't you? Just nod your head." I had no idea what he was talking about, but it seemed better he take an interest in me rather then beat me up or, worse, kill me... so I nodded "yes". He nodded his head too and then said, "Watch your step... you're still only a maybe". Without touching me again he turned and left the lavatory. I stood there a minute, tried comparing Joel with the Marine, but there was no comparison. The Marine never seemed dangerous... just very stern. But, what do I know? I locked myself in a toilet stall and did a long number one, and then a number two. That was a relief... running for the pickup in the parking lot I got there ten seconds before Toby.

Robbie helped me up into the bed of the truck and asked, "What's wrong Dylan? You're real pale, are you OK?" I was shaking still and my ass hurt where Joel had squeezed it too hard so I winced when I sat down. Robbie got up next to me and put his arm around my shoulders, "What is it Dylan?" I mumbled my stomach got upset all of a sudden. Robbie held me against him gently and pulled my head down on his shoulder and his kindness almost made me cry again. That's twice that a Joel related incident had me crying or almost crying... I hate that motherfucker with a passion. By the time we got to the first job site I was sort of under control... shaky, but functioning. I was feeling sorry for myself though and I was definitely telling Chubby about this... maybe we'll need to advance our plan for revenge... if only to head off whatever the fuck that madman is talking about that involves me.

By lunch time I was feeling almost like myself, but in the back of my mind I was still scared to death of Joel, and I there's no sense for me to pretend otherwise. He was dangerous and for the life of me I couldn't figure out why I'm the only one in this company to recognize that fact. The nice thing about this incident was discovering how protective and comforting Robbie can be towards me... sweet! Even Toby noticed I wasn't myself this morning and he tried to help perk up my spirits by spending additional time with me and doing his own form of overbearing touching which, of course, just made everything worse... but he meant well, so that counts for something. All day I concentrated on the fun I'm going to be having at the Dickers' pool and barbecue party with Chubby, Robbie and Dodger, and the great grilled food... and then there's also the wrestling in the pool with delicious teen boys. Those thoughts helped my mental outlook a lot.

No further interaction with Joel, but he'd done enough already to fuck-up my day... I was happy when work was over. Riding back to the office I thanked Robbie for his support and he brushed it off saying I'd do the same for him. It was one of those moments when, all of a sudden, you realize you really are friends with someone, not just acquaintances ... Robbie and I are real friends. It becomes official at some point, somehow... nice feeling. Of course, my dream is to take it a step further with Robbie, if you know what I mean. I'm not at all sure if "it" will ever happen between us, but I'd put my chances at fifty/fifty. I hope it's the "fifty" I want it to be because the thought of cuddling with Robbie and escalating our relationship from there was so appealing to me.

Laying in bed the other night I was thinking that my entry into the world of teen gay sex is analogous to the space shuttle going into orbit... first it's a very slow thing, barely getting off the ground, you're thinking it might not even make it..and then it picks up a little speed, and then more speed and the longer it's in the air the faster it goes until as the atmosphere gets thinner and thinner it's got the necessary speed built up to keep going faster until it's flying twenty-five thousand miles an hour, or something like that... and still picking up speed every second after that... it's got orbit speed, maybe it will eventuall keep going to the Moon, or maybe to Mars.

That's like me... Carl showed me I was gay, that's the tenuous lift off.. painfully slow start, and then my gay sex life got a little bit hotter and I began appreciating Carl, and then hotter when I met Larry, and then it was Carl and Larry doing me together, and then along came Willie and we had a Dylan, Carl, Larry and Willie explosion of speed. I was really going fast now and then Willie made me his boyfriend and I'm going twenty-five thousand miles an hour. Moving even faster now because Chubby and me are now stroking off together, and Dodger and me jerked each other off, and the massages with Robbie and what might come from that, and I'm in orbit for sure... I'm at a pace that has me horny and chomping at the bit for every cute boy I see! Slightly wild at the moment, but I'm new here... almost new, and I'm excited to discover what comes next. I thought about that while daydream during most of the drive to the Dickers' house... it was better than concentrating on the evil Joel Mc Carty.

Arrived at the Dickers and the first person I see is Dodger, he's smirking at me standing by the steps... Chubby's over near the driveway giving me the finger and smiling at the same time. I soon find out he's giving me the finger because Dodger told him some bull shit lie about something he said I said... a made-up something that I told him about Chubby. Dodger likes to start trouble. I said, "You little dweeb, I never said that and you know it"... Dodger goes, "Oh, ya didn't? Well my fucking mistake then, dude. I thought I heard that somewhere" and he's smirking and making a fake confused look on his face... ya gotta laugh, he's so outrageous. Chubby has his mouth open humorously, like... you mean he made everything up? I said to Chubby, "Dude, don't believe anything that comes out of that little trouble makers mouth". But it was all in good "ball breaking" fun... no one took this shit seriously. Chubby rubbed my flattop and said, "So, let me guess... last haircut you had me even the hairs on top so you could look like one of your grandfather's classmates, right?" I go, "Well, yeah... why'd you think I had you do it? I wanted to look like that overweight redhead standing next to gramps in the cafeteria line with that cool flattop... do you remember him?" He chuckled and said I was such a dick... but he said it in a fun way. I realized, Chubby don't care how I wear my hair.

As soon as Chubby and Robbie had walking around the side of the house Dodger got my face between his hands and kissed me on the mouth with a lot of tongue. To keep up appearances, I pretended to be taken by surprise and to pull my head away, but for some reason I was weak as a kitten and couldn't pull away from Dodger's grasp, he was able to complete the entire kiss. He laughed like mad saying, "I told you it was my turn to get you back, and anyway... you asked me to give you the fast-as-a-flash kiss on your lips. It's your fucking idea." I said, "That wasn't fast as a flash and you forgot to check this out and I got a nice handful of his crotch, feeling that short penis of his... it was boner-hard again of course... ain't it always! He squeals and blushes knowing I felt his boner again. To change the subject away from that he says, "What the fuck kind of hairdo ya got there, Dylan?" I snorted and huffed... then made the nebulous comment, "You wish!" as we joined up with the other two boys in the backyard.

Mr and Mrs Dickers were inside getting the food preparation started and us boys were drinking lemonade... Chubby tells a joke he'd heard from one of the older window washers. ... A guy's wife walks up behind him and whacks him on the head with a magazine. He asks what that was for and she says she found a piece of paper in his pocket with the name Laura Lou written on it. He says, "Oh, that's a horse I bet on at the track last Saturday" and the wife apologizes for hitting him. A couple days later she hits him over the head with a cast iron skillet and knocks him out. He comes to and asked why she knocked him out. She says, "Because your horse just called on her cell phone".

Dodger says, with his classic dead-pan expression, "That's stupid... fucking horses can't talk, never mind being able to dial a cell phone with those fucking hooves on their feet. This guy's wife is a lying cunt." We're all laughing harder at Dodger than at the joke. I thought to myself... forget that sicko, Joel.... enjoy your friends, And I also decided not to ruin the cookout for Chubby by telling him about my run in with the maniac this morning. Save it for tomorrow night or something. Dodger was back to smirking at me... trying to antagonize me, but what I did was get him in a headlock again and knuckled his buzzed hair. He goes, "Dylan, you're always doing that... what ya should be doing is paddling my bare ass. You said something about me needing a spanking, didn't ya? ... and I have been wicked naughty lately". Then, to prove it, he goosed me... I was wearing those flimsy Rayon basketball shorts and one of his fingers actually poked a quarter inch up into my hole. My eyes opened wide, I said, "You little pervert, wait until I get you in the pool." He said, "Oh boy! Let's jump in now .... be very stern with me".

After the general goofing around we all went over to the open lot next to the Dicker's house. Chubby and me used borrowed baseball gloves from Robbie and we all played "three outs and you're up"... just waiting for dinner. One batter hit fly balls to the three guys in the "outfield" and the first one who catches three of them is up at bat and the batter takes that guy's place in the field. It was still sunny and warm around six-thirty at night. Robbie was unbelievable ... he's a high school baseball star alright! Catching flies over his shoulder, making basket catches and generally showing off. Then at bat he's hitting the ball over everyone's head with ease... he's awesome playing baseball. I finally had three catches and was going up to bat when Mr Dickers calls over that the propane tank for the grill just ran out.

That broke up the game... Robbie had to take the tank to get it filled. Mr Dickers said, "Late dinner tonight boys, sorry". We're all like.. "No problem.." Chubby wanted to go with Robbie and talk baseball. Dodger says, "Come on, Dylan... take a swim with me' ... and off we go to change into our swim suits. In the little bath off the garage Dodger drops his shorts, pulls down his jockey shorts and goes, "Take a look". I'm like, ""Oh God!, what's wrong with your cock and balls now?" But that wasn't it this time... to my surprise he had shaved his sparse pubic bush. He goes, "Ta da! Just like your's".

Staring with my mouth open at his beautiful penis and nuts, which were perfect before, now they looked so totally perfect they looked artificial, they were too sexy to be real... they actually did look like a drawing. Totally captivated by this...I'm like, "Ah..oh... just like...ah when?" Dodger says, "Don't get yourself all worked up, Dylan, you'll get over-heated, dude". To save face I say, "No, it's not like that... I've just never seen a penis that tiny on a sixteen year old before, that's all." and he laughs saying that he won't be sixteen until next week... "Maybe it will grow before then". I said, "I doubt it" and we were outside in our swim suits... me in my boardie and him in his usual speedo.

Dodger dives into the pool causing hardly a ripple, swims the length of the pool underwater without any apparent body movement except a subtle undulating motion along the length of his sleek five foot six inch body. It looked impossible, but there it was right in front of me. He flipped around under water, kicked off the wall and did the same thing back the length of the pool. What a swimmer... and really, what a couple of unbelievable athletes Robbie and Dodger are. Genes, it's all about the genes... ya got the right ones, or ya don't. Chubby and me are average, so I'm jealous of Dodger and Robbie's good fortune in that regard. With Dodger looking for me to join him, I dive in the pool creating a large wave of disturbance on the surface. Dodger goes, "Oh my God... great dive, Dylan... great if ya happen to be a fifty year old overweight drunk lady." I'm like, "Fuck you dude!"

While he's laughing, I get a hold of him and we're wrestling and trying to dunk each other. Dodger has a geat tight body and he's very strong for his size... he's all I can handle. Wrestling in a pool with teen boys is right up there with the most fun thing I can think of to do. We were scrunching each other's ass and nuts pretty good too... I saw stars a couple of times. Once I got his nut sac and really squeezed, Chubby remained very still instead of trying to get away and I squeezed them even harder. He shuddered and cried out a little but said, "Bet you can't squeeze them hard enough to make me say stop". It turned me on that he dug the pain, so I bore down and really squeezed just his big nut hard... Dodger immediately shouted "Stop". He was breathing fast and his face was pale, but I felt his boner laying on top of my hand as I continued my grip of his nut sac. That is so weird... that pain thing and sex, I mean... pain from his squeezed nuts caused him to spring a boner. Dodger quietly said, "Yeah, guess you aren't afraid to squeeze them balls after all, are ya?" and he swam away from me, knowing I'd let go of his nuts. I think he was embarrassed about springing another boner.

Watching him float away I felt bad... I didn't want to hurt him. I doggy paddled over and Said, "Hey, Dodger... I'm sorry, I thought you wanted me to do that." He goes, "Bullies like you should be all put in a room together to pick on each other and then you'd leave regular little kids like me alone" he was trying not to smirk but a big goofy smile and laugh broke out and he added, "you're too easy Dylan. But come here." I was holding on to the edge of the pool right next to him and he whispers, "Remember, I told you I was gay? Well guess what... I think I really do have a crush on you" . Then he lapped the pool twice in the time it would take me to climb out of the pool. He's fast! Watching him, I'm thinking about the janitor's closet that time... I mean about him telling me he's gay. I wonder If I really am the only person he's told... I also wonder if he's serious about being gay, or just feeling me out. Two minutes later he comes up from under water behind me and does a sneak attack. Dodger and me really started going at it wrestling and thrashing around in the water trying to get the other guy on his back for a super dunk. Any kind of wrestling is exhausting and even more so in water.

We're both slippery of course and Dodger's also smaller and quicker so it's hard to get hold of him. I'm gasping for breath when he slips around me and climbs on my back with his arms around my throat. His legs quickly wrap around the front of my thighs and he locks them behind my thighs. He's not heavy, but it wasn't a good position for me to be in... difficult keeping afloat I'm turning around in the pool trying to get him off, but I can see that's not going to work. By now I'm exhausted and need a rest badly so I slowly begin paddling toward the swallow end of the pool wearing Dodger like a backpack. He's catching his breath and enjoying the ride, "This is where a kid would want to be if he has a crush on you. Don't ya think so, Dylan? You feel good and smell good" then I feel his tongue on the back of my neck licking from my neck up into my bristly hair at the back of my head. He stops and says, "and you taste good too. Ain't this fun!"

I'm still breathing hard so I wasn't talking any trash, trying to save my strength.. Dodger abruptly let go of my throat with one arm, reached behind and under him to pull my swim suit down under my right ass cheek and then switched arms and did the other side. It happened so quick it took me totally by surprise... I immediately felt the warm pool water on my bare ass and around my bare hole... it felt nice actually. I wheezed out, "Don't fuck around Dodger, your brother and Chubby will be back any minute". Dodger wasn't talking now... just breathing through his nose in little snorts. He hung down lower on my back, holding onto me with his legs and his left arm. I felt him poking around my hole with one of his fingers. "Dodger, come on! Don't mess around, we'll get caught!" He rubbed up and down my crack with his finger giving me goose bumps on my arms and a quick shiver all over. "That's enough, get off me... I'm getting pissed at you, Dodger!"

More noisy breathing... more like panting now actually, his finger found my hole and it goes right in, without hesitating, about and inch and I'm like, "Ahhh, god damn you! I'm told you I'm not messing around anymore" and I tried thrashing in the pool like a wildman, but he was stuck on my back tight. His finger went up my hole another inch, moved around in there, and then was pushed all the way up to his knuckle... I spread my legs a little in an involuntary movement... it allowed him an easier penetration and then he finger fucked my hole four times. My face was red with embarrassment at being so vulnerable to this little kid. "We aren't going to be friends if you don't stop that!" I was pissed and humiliated... and what if the guys, or god forbid, the parents saw this? Dodger slowly continued the finger fucking and I could now feel his four inch spike poking my back. After a dozen penetrations my hole was loose enough to easily accommodate his finger... he took a deep breath, let it out and pulled his finger out at the same time... thank god.

Breathing a sigh of relief myself I said, "OK Good... pull my bathing suit up now". Dodger was squirming on my back and I did the turn around in the pool again, this time shrugging my shoulders and bobbing side to side, but I couldn't come close to dislodging him. Finding it hard to believe, I now felt his bare crotch against my bare buttocks and... yes, that's his boner. His squirming was caused by him getting the speedo bathing suit below his nuts so his boner was free to maneuver... "Don't you fucking dare, Dodger. Why don't you say something god damnit. Talk to me! I'm serious, I'll tell on you . Don't mess around with my asshole!" Silence from Dodger, only more heavy breathing... then, with a slight movement of his supple body and a flick of his hips his boner's head slipped past my sphincter muscle and he was inside my body. He uttered his first sound since he'd climbed on my back... "Ahhh" and then he humped his cock in me another couple of inches and them making a long breathing noise he pushed the remaining part of his penis inside me... now all four to four and a half inches was accounted for. I gasped at the sensation... "ahhhh, oh my God... don't Dodger.. Ohh oh... You don't want to do this Dodger... please, it's wrong."

He squeezed up against my buttocks, pulling with his legs from in front of mine and maybe as much as another half inch of teen penis went in me... I heard Dodger whimper real quietly... a sound of pleasure. He goes, "Ohhhh... so tight...ohhh..." as he pulled his boner out some and immediately drove it back in. This felt fantastic... what a great size penis for casual fucking... I'm telling you I had to concentrate not to say his name in ecstasy. Plus, I could picture in my mind that perfect pink four inch penis inside me... I'd felt it boned up before, but I never saw it boned up, and thinking about what it must look like had my own penis growing very, very hard. I sputtered, "Please Dodger, you had your fun... we'll get caught. Think how you'll feel" He humped in and out of me four more times and muttered something, "I can't stop... it feels too good" and he began steadily fucking me... I leaned forward a little without thinking and his fucking felt even better that way. We were both too far gone into the pleasure zone to stop or even want to stop.

Dodger was grunting and making slightly hysterical sounding noises as he pounding his little boner with the nice dark pink head in and out of my hole. I was going, "Ah..Ah.. Ah.." with each hump... oh it felt so awesome. After awhile I got like Dodger, I didn't care if we got caught either... it felt too good. I even took the few steps to the side of the pool as Dodger was fucking me, to hold on, enabling me to bend over even more and make it easier for Dodger to pound his meat in and out of my hole. The pool water slushed around us and Dodger made squeaking sounds with each hump. "I'm going to cum" he muttered to himself. A few seconds later I shot out a hot, sharp stream of cum into the front of my bathing suit which was still miraculously above my crotch... that was followed by my major "big cum load" for this particular climax and it too went into my boardie suit. My penis burned at the pee slit from the force of my ejaculation and my toes were curling on the pool's cement bottom... then my body shudder and then the shivers. My teeth chattered together.

Oh, it was such a good climax and my body was relaxed, enjoying Dodger's continual humping when... there it was, Dodger's whole body tightened on my back, he gasped out, "Oh fuck!"..: and I actually felt the first shot of Dodger's teen load of creamy white sperm shoot up inside my hole. He fucked me in a frenzy after that making lots of grunting sounds. I didn't feel his follow-up spurts of cum but they must have been impressive because it was real squishy up my tunnel and it felt plenty wide enough for Dodger's excellent boner now. After that frenzied monkey-fucking following his climax he slowed down until finally stopping completely. Collapsing loosely on my back... his little cock still in me, I could easily have shrugged him off me now, but I didn't want to..

Less then a minute later, without a word, he slipped down off my back on his own... his softening penis pulling out and feeling nice. Dodger made two slight moves with his torso and he glided across to the other side of the pool like magic. I continued holding on to the side of the pool breathing hard.... still with that incredibly sexy feeling in my ass. Then I rustled the front of my swim suit around in the water rinsing some of my cum out...out of the corner of my eye I saw Dodger's cum float to the surface almost right next to me... obviously drooling out of my ass and floating up. When I'd gotten as much of my cum out of my suit as I could, I spread my cheeks to help get more of Dodger's cum to drool out of my hole... there seemed to be a lot of it. The whole fucking, from beginning to end, took less then ten minutes... and that's from the time he first climbed on my back. My hole felt fine, fine, fine...but overall I felt in a bit of a daze... Dodger's cock had felt wonderful, as I've said... much different then Willie's of course, but great just the same. So, a short penis and a long one... both felt very good inside me.

Finally breathing normally I turned around facing the pool... Dodger was facing me from the other side, twenty feet away. His face was flushed and he had a smug look that may have had a bit of defiance in it too. Like he wasn't sorry for what he's done at all. I wasn't either, but I didn't tell him that. We stared at each other silently and then Dodger mouthed "You loved it" and just then we heard Robbie calling to Chubby... then quickly Dodger stage whispered to me, "Dylan, pull your suit up in back"... I got that done just three seconds before Robbie and Chubby cannon-balled me, one on either side. Two waves covered my head as I went under water, kicked off from the wall and swam underwater to Dodger's side of the pool. Robbie and Chubby floundered around together in the aftermath of the tidal wave wondering where I'd gotten to.

Dodger and I were holding on to the edge of the pool watching the turmoil and smiling. Dodger leaned in to me and said, "Please don't be mad at me, Dylan... I didn't plan that. It started out as a joke to spank your bare ass and then my dick took over my brain." I just gave him a face that could mean anything and said, "Ya suppose those two noticed our cum floating around in the water over there yet?" Dodger said, "Those lucky bastards" and he slipped off the wall to swim a lap of the pool with me watching his every stroke. What a beautiful boy he is. My cock started firming up again watching him and thinking about him fucking me just now. I know Dodger is trouble, but still, I never expected that he'd fuck me like that. I wonder if he was telling me the truth about not planning it... and, does that qualify as rape, ya think?.

Robbie and Chubby were all over me then and I ended up standing on my hands at the bottom of the pool... water running up my nose. They let go of my feet and I came up sputtering and cursing, but they had Dodger now... hee hee hee... "Get em" I yelled. One of those two, Robbie or Chubby had goosed my cock a good one when I was on my hands... now, which one was it? Dodger was almost upside down, but did a few unbelievable agile moves and he was free leaving the two torturers empty handed. Dodger is so fucking quick... you wouldn't believe it if ya didn't see it with your own eyes. As Robbie and Chubby were trying to figure out how Dodger got away, we were called to dinner.

Tonight it was cheeseburgers, fat french fries, and for the vegetable food group tonight, corn on the cob again. Ice tea and a salad too. Mr Dickers grills a mean cheeseburger and it was really tasty, but... come on, last night Willie's chef did something with a cheeseburger that automatically puts all other cheeseburgers at least in second place... the chef's was delicious, Mr Dickers' was a real good cheeseburger... big difference. I didn't mention this though. I love cheeseburgers... the worse one I ever had was pretty damn good. It was a real good cookout meal. Mr and Mrs Dickers ate with us and they are so nice. So nice in fact, I almost mentioned my troubles with Joel Mc Carty, but something made me stop. He's been with them three years and I've been there five weeks... I better leave it alone for now.

Dodger kept giving me moon eyes like he was deep in puppy-love with me. I was his first screw. I was Willie's... and now Dodgers. Maybe I should go in business... Cherry Boy Inc. Of course that's misleading advertising... I'm not a cherry... the clients would be. Hmmm, there definitely needs to be a age limit enforced... "Dylan. Earth calling Dylan Newman" I look up and Chubby's saying, "The boy just spaces out... I don't know where his mind goes... he's just out there. It's not easy taking care of him." I'm like, "Hey, I got water in my ear from when you and Robbie tried to drown me. That's why I didn't hear ya." Mr Dicker's was asking if I wanted another cheeseburger while I was daydreaming. I said, "Ah, yeah. Thanks, I'll have another, these are great."

During the school year Mrs Dickers is a substitute teacher and she was reading us some examples of her high school students analogies and metaphors from English class homework assignments. One kid wrote... "Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had it's two sides compressed by a Thigh Master" another one... "Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever" or... "He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree" one guy wrote... "She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before throwing up" then one from a bowler.... "The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't" then this gem... "Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze". There were others and I decided to get a copy and memorize some for my next date with Willie... I'll one up him on memorized dinner conversation.

We were all laughing at them, but once again Dodger stole the show by saying, "What's wrong with that?" after each one. He'd change his emphasis for each one like, "No, come on... you can't say that's not good... a nose hair after a sneeze?" Anyway, we had a lot of laughs and these Wednesday barbecues are really turning out to be excellent. Something to look forward to every week. The Dickers knew about my vacation coming up and they mentioned they'd gotten a part time kid lined up to fill in for me. This made Chubby say, "Oh, I forgot to tell ya Dylan. My Mom called my cell and we aren't going to Wildwood till early Sunday morning. The Moms can't get off from work on Saturday night." At first I was disappointed, but then I remembered Saturdays in Wilwood were a madhouse because all the old tenets are leaving and the new ones are moving in and there's twice as many people and cars as normal. Moving into our place on Sunday morning will be relaxed and easy compared to Saturday morning.

Chubby said he was going to have to stay Saturday anyway because Ricky forbid him to miss two Saturday workdays and Saturday window washer boys meetings. Chubby was going to need to take the bus to Wildwood on Sunday... now we're all going Sunday. The Dickers were happy I could work that Saturday and now I could go on my Saturday date-night date with Willie. I surprised myself how excited I felt about that. I know I'm getting attached to him, but still... my level of excitement inside my head and body was really a surprise. This is good news for Chubby and for me. I looked up and Dodger was nodding his head slightly like he wanted to talk to me alone.

to be continued.....

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