Dylans Dilemma

****************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 8 *********************

Chapter One

Another great Wednesday night barbecue at the Dickers. Delicious grilled food and a lot of laughs. After eating, Dodger casually nodded his head like he and I needed to go somewhere. I can't imagine where... God only knows what he's up to now. He already fucked me in the swimming pool... and ya know what, it gives me a boner just saying that. It's probably unnecessary to mention this, but getting fucked in the swimming pool by Dodger was totally unexpected... but, oh so hot. Dodger tells me it was unexpected from his point of view too as he hadn't planned to do it , or even thought about doing it. I tend to think he's telling the truth about that. Circumstances just developed, one thing led to another... from goofing around, to wrestling, to climbing on my back, to pulling my pants down and pretending to spank me, to slipping his finger, and then his boner, up my hole... and by then it was too late for him to stop himself. It would have been ugly for me to stop him... smashing him up against the cement sides of the pool to dislodge him from my back... something like that would have been necessary. Dodger nodded his head at me again and, as usual, curiosity gets the best of me. I make a face at him and then mumbling to Chubby something about needing to pee. Around the corner of the house Dodger looks over his shoulder at me and says, "Let's slip into the garage for a second... a little privacy".

I take an exasperated deep breath and go, "What's this all about, Dodger? If you try anything like you did in the pool I'm going to get rough with you and I don't want to have to do that". Dodger's like, "Ohhhh, don't get me all excited with that talk of rough treatment. Here, hurry up" as we slipped through the side door to the double bay garage. "Ok, what is it?" I asked. "Just to talk, Dylan... why are you being mean to me?" It's just like Dodger to put me in a position of defending myself when I haven't done anything wrong. Controlling my frustration, I calmly told him I wasn't being mean... I reminded him, in a nice way, that he has taken advantage of me any number of times and I simply feel the need to be a bit on the alert with him. Dodger says, "Hey, I told you I'm gay at the Mall last Sunday... that means I trust you, so you should trust me too. By the way, are you gay?" I pointed out to him that he'd just changed the subject and that his question is rude... and also, none of his business. Dodger looked innocent and says, "OH... I'll assume that the answer to my rude question is .. yes. Is that OK?".

He's so fucking cute with that smirk of his... and his bright shiny eyes tell the story of the intelligence behind them. Dodger is very smart, very precocious. Changing the subject again, he says, "You know what we did in the pool, right Dylan?" and I'm like, "What 'we' did? You mean what YOU did, don't ya?" He smiled and said, "No, no, no... we did it together. Can we do it again... now, real fast... in here?" I was flabbergasted, "Are you out of your fucking mind? We can't just leave the dinner table and come in here to.... to do that." He's like, "Why not?" and I'm moving my mouth, but nothing is coming out so Chubby adds, "Robbie and Chubby went to Reynolds farm to get one of those whole watermelons the guy keeps on ice. They won't be back for ten more minutes at least. Just pull down your boardies... I'll do the rest." I had to laugh, but I said, "No... we're not doing it."

Dodger nagged me ..."Why not? Come on.... you liked it!" ... it was like a teen whine from one slightly spoiled boy who's use to getting his way. I'll bet, that in his future... with his looks, brains, and irresistible personality Dodger will be getting his way most of his life, but not this time. I told him he's too young for me and, furthermore, it would be perceived that I took advantage of him... if it ever came up, "And that, Dodger, would be a huge travesty of justice. Me taking advantage of you... what a joke that is!" Dodger laughed and hugged me around the waist rubbing his crotch against mine, "Pleeeeeze, Dylan. Can I fuck you just one more time..... ?" and then after a beat, he added, "one more time today, I mean". Oh my God, he's too much. I held my ground and, after a bit, he suggested I fuck him, but I totally rejected that too. How I had the willpower to keep saying "no" is a mystery, let me tell ya. OK, maybe it's because I felt I'd get my chance again sometime in the not too distant future... ya know, sometime when I felt it might be more appropriate... like maybe sometime when his parents weren't clearing the dinner table fifteen feet from us.

After nagging some more Dodger says, "Well, can we have a kiss at least... we're both gay." That reminded me of my first time with Carl when he'd used the exact same tactic Dodger just used... if I didn't go to the trouble of contradicting him about his assumption that I'm gay, it would be verification that I am... just as if I'd made a declarative statement to that fact. I took another deep breath and gave up with that... Dodger has too much energy for me. OK, he was determined that we be gay together and a kiss was a very good compromise from my perspective... to us fucking, that is. I said, "A kiss between us two gay friends will be nice." Dodger said, "Two gay friends who have sex together" and I corrected that to "two gay friends who on rare occasions do casual sex together". Dodger rolled his eyes up, bit his lip, and thought about that for a couple seconds before saying, "Well, that's something at least. Ok, I'll take that for now, I guess. But I'm giving in on almost everything... you didn't concede much." I go, "I'm older". He goes, "No shit" and he gave that shy smile. My willpower still holding strong... it really was a miracle, but I held out... for now."

He leaned against me and hugged around my waist. I hugged him around his neck tightly, like Willie does to me at times and then I tried imitating Willie's make-out routine. Dodger was squirming and moaning and doing a great job of returning my kisses and licks until he pulled away all red faced, saying, "Wait, Dylan... oh fuck, I can't breath. Oh my God you're the best make-out in the world". I thought, "you won't think that if you ever get the chance to make-out with Willie"... that's what I thought, but I didn't say it. Dodger was catching his breath while adjusting that four inch spike in his speedo at the same time. "WOW" he said, "That make-out is so awesome" ... he had his hand down the front of his swim suit playing with his boner. "Let's go some more, Dylan" his hand coming out of his speedo and both arms went around my waist again... his boner-spike pointed up and pushed against my boner which was stretched sideways in my boardie swimsuit.

This was quite a bit more than a kiss between two gay friends, of course... but what can I say, I'm only human. Dodger is so delicious I couldn't resist going another make-out round with him. As my mouth closed on his sweet tasting lips I thought of how intense Willie gets when making out and I tried to do it just like him. I just let myself be totally free... no inhibitions about kissing, licking, and sucking on Dodger's mouth, face and neck. In three minutes my cock was not only wicked hard, but wet too. I could feel Dodger's arm against my belly... moving up and down, as he stroked his cock grunting into my mouth. His face warm and perspiring against mine... that fantastic teen boy smell floating all around us. I could feel my nuts tightening up and then Dodger goes, "Ahhh.. wait..oh" he pulled away from me, his right hand down the front of his speedo... left hand pulling his speedo below his beautiful pink nut sac. Dodger's eyes tightly closed now as he arches his back, increased his strokes on that perfect looking four inch boner, his hand a blur... thirty seconds later he squealed out, and shot a nice little arc of creamy teen cum... then the droolings rolled over his fingers as he did slow, tight strokes... milking his balls dry. Pretty good load considering he filled my hole up with his sperm an hour or so ago.

Spit was all over Dodger's jaw and under his chin, some of it was mine and some was his from the spraying mist of saliva he spewed out as he climaxed. Heavy breathing and no talking... and finally calming down for two minutes, he goes, "OK... OK! That wasn't bad, Dylan. Oh my God. I'll be jerking off for months just thinking about this make-out. Awesome! OK, now I don't hate you for not letting me fuck you again... well, I don't hate you as much anyway" and then he did his laugh... it's hard not to laugh with him. It was astonishing how beautiful his boner was. Perfect example of a teen penis... no ugly veins or bends or anything. Like I've said before... his penis looks like a hot drawing of the pefect boy's organ. And, did I ever want to suck on that, but I forced my eyes to look away, doing a big swallow and gulp at the same time.

Thank God I'd put cigarettes in my boardies' back pocket before dinner. My thinking was that perhaps I'd get a chance to smoke one before we jumped in the pool again. Did I ever need one now, blue balls and all... so I lit up. My own boner was wet of course and I really needed to cum, but not with Dodger around... not after I'd held out this long. Our make-out wouldn't have had to go on much longer before I'd have creamed in my boardies... he's so hot. Dodger goes, "Give me a drag, OK?" We shared the smoke. He and Robbie smoke once in a while apparently, not steadily like Chubby and me, just occasionally. While we were smoking, Dodger got serious and said, "all kidding aside, Dylan... now I really, really, totally, have a huge crush on you". I told him I was flattered as hell that he felt that way, and I meant it too. For a brief moment I thought of telling him about my boyfriend, Willie, but no.... best to wait to see how this all develops over the rest of the summer.

We finished the Marlboro Light and I'm like, "Want to jump in the pool?" Dodger is staring at me with those big brown eyes, he ignores my question and ask one of his own, "do you think we could ever be in love? You know, gay love. You and me." It was sincerely asked, which is unlike Dodger... I didn't know how to respond exactly so I went into this long, detailed description of stereotypical young teens and their first love... "You know, Dodger... like I mentioned before, they call it puppy love. Of course, to young teens it wicked serious stuff. It usually occurs with teens thirteen, fourteen, or fifteen... sometimes sixteen, but that's the outside age for it. I'm too old for puppy love, but you're not." blab, blab, blab...I go on and on making up shit as I go along. To my surprise Dodger was actually paying attention. I told him I had a couple of bad cases of puppy love myself when I was younger... although, actually I never did. I probably never did because I was gay back then too, but didn't realize it. If I'd realized it, I probably would have had a crush on Chubby much sooner or if I was straight I'd probably have had a crush on a girl... God forbid!

Anyway, I finished my lecture with, "So, to answer your question directly, Dodger... I don't know if we ever will be in love, but my guess is, probably not. It's an age thing... you have a crush on me now, but you'll be around lots of boys in high school your own age so it's likely you'll be switching your affections from me to one of them in the near future. That can be pretty much predicted." Dodger frowned and pursed his lips thinking, then said, "I've learned something here" That made me feel proud until he added, "never ask you a serious question. That's what I learned... unless of course I have a case of insomnia!" Smirking, he was back to being his usual outrageously unpredictable self. I did a double take and then said, "Kiss my ass" which he then tried to do, but I ran out of the garage, across the backyard, and did a cannonball into the deep end of the pool. Nice big splashy entrance... here comes Dodger! A fantastic cannonball entrance creating a bigger splash then mine... and he's smaller.

We swam around with Dodger pretending he wanted to make-out in the pool. He is so nuts I got to laughing hard... he's fun. Then Robbie called us for dessert... the aforementioned ice-cold watermelon. Naturally, four teenage boys can turn anything into a competition and before long we had a "war" free-for-all, a food fight... spitting watermelon seeds at each other and cursing and chucking the rinds around... messy. This continued until we were weak from laughing... by then we'd eaten most of the melon too. It's fun acting like a little kid, but watermelon is filling and we got sluggish after awhile. We peed most of it out within the hour and were back in the pool hard at the water fights until the mosquitoes chased us inside. Chubby and I changed to our clothes and after we thanked Mr and Mrs Dickers a number of times, Robbie drove us home. Dodger insisted on sitting on my lap even though Chubby was squeezed in the little second row seat behind the driver and there was room for Dodger on the front seat. I had a nice boner by the time we got to our place.... so did Dodger.

Chubby and I sat on our front steps and smoked two shared cigarettes while talking about how great the Dickers brothers are... and their parents too. We liked Wednesday's barbecues a lot. Going up our front steps Chubby squeezed the back of my neck and said, "Let's do our world famous hug, Dylan" and when we were wrapped in each others arms he said, "Love ya bro... I really do" and he kissed the side of my head. I almost cried because it was unheard of for Chubby to initiate this kind of affectionate behavior. Mostly I'm just hoping for a positive, or at least a neutral reaction, whenever I initiate affection for him. It was so sweet I was speechless for a second and then I mumbled, "You don't even know how much that means to me Chubby. You're the best friend anybody ever had." I think Chubby was a little emotional himself at that moment because he didn't seem to be able to say anything. I heard him swallow hard, nod his head and squeeze my hand... but that was it. Then he did a tight smile and waved as he went up to his place. Watching him go up the stairs I had two thoughts... I love him so much... and... what a great ass!

Thursday was the first day in quite some time that I felt I could walk up to my locker without trepidation... it was locked overnight so I wasn't worried something was in there. That was a nice feeling. Massages with Robbie, exchanging smart-ass remarks with the college kids, and staying out of Joel's way... that got me through the day nicely. Chubby said something about doing our old four mile run after work tonight so I didn't start our dinner even though I was home first. I changed into running shorts and sleeveless T shirt and was drinking a bottle of Root Beer when I spotted Chubby walking up the steps. I went out to meet him... he looks so pretty to me. I know, I know... boys shouldn't be pretty, but sometimes he is and I don't mean in a girly way at all. He just has very nice facial features. Especially nice eyes and nice hair. The very thought of him fucking me gives me the hardest boner you can imagine... same for thoughts of sucking his little penis and his size nuts. I'd like to lick all around the pube area where I shave him too. What else would I like to do.....?

"Dylan, you're ready to run, good. I'll get changed real quick... be right down." He said that when he was up the steps next to me... I just nodded, he squeezed my hand and up the flight of steps to his place he goes. Still got that nice ass... some day I'd like to be able to say that to him and have him smile back at me... you know, him and me being gay lovers.... just fooling around. Wouldn't that be something! I played with my dick through my running shorts... felt good to gently goose my penis and get it semi-hard... I got it positioned going from left to right in my drawers. "Jesus H Christ... are you playing with yourself again, Dylan?" I go, "Huh?" as I turn around to see Chubby pulling a T shirt over his head chuckling to himself. He added, "Caught ya again... let's see, that's the 345th time this year." I go, "Whatever are you talking about now... you mumble so. Diction, Chubby... improve your diction." He goes, "You got dick on the brain, dude" and off we jogged.

I either run next to him or behind, never in front of him. I like to feel or at least see him the whole time. Running next to him our swinging arms often rub against each other and behind him I can stare to my hearts content. Chubby was in a good mood today... sometimes after work he's glum for an hour or so before loosening up. I need to walk on eggshells around him on real bad days... days he comes in from work with a pissed-off look on his face or, even worse, sometimes he looks so sad it breaks my heart. I've given up asking what the problem is because that gets him even madder... or sadder. Today is an OK day though... he has those too. We were running a slow two miles because we'd lost our wind from lack of consistent running. It was so nice running with Chubby again that I didn't even pay attention to our "time" for each mile.

Without any connection to anything we'd been talking about, Chubby says, "The percentage of the African continent that's still in a wilderness condition is twenty-eight percent and the percentage of North America that's wilderness is thirty-eight percent. Weird, huh?" Oh brother! That sounds like a bullshit factoid if I ever heard one, but I kept my mouth shut except to say, "Well, yeah... everybody knows that." Later I found out he was right too, at least according to Google. Damn good thing I followed my own advise of never challenging Chubby on these things. After my comment about... everyone knowing that factoid... he gave me a furrowed eyebrow smirk and said, "More people walk to work in the state of Alaska than any of the other forty-nine states." I go, "You don't say..."

After five minutes he says, "Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair then dumb people." I go, "Hmmm. Does that include the poor bastards working in zinc and copper mines?" and Chubby goes, "What the fuck are you mumbling about now?" and he laughs... his laugh makes me laugh too. It's like when someone yawns... if someone yawns, so do I. Chubby laughing is the same way. Hey, I just like to have fun, ya know? We were coming up to the rest area cut-off and Chubby says, "The rest area is a must, bro. I'm in need of a real toilet... I sense a doody coming on." So we swerve off and slow down gradually until, by the time we get to the trees, we're walking... around the trees is the rest area and lavatory ...and, the Marine.

My first thought was... stand up straight.... and I did straighten-up some. My second thought was... he looks very handsome today with his crisp haircut, and I'd forgotten about those hairy, muscle bound arms and legs of his. Chubby, real low, says... "Get a load of this guy. Whoa! Lets not get in a fight, Tiger... OK?" I'm like, "yeah, for sure, dude". Chubby goes, "I gotta take a dump... stay out of trouble if ya can" and he headed at a trot for the lavatory about a hundred yards toward the back of the rest area. I watched him for a few seconds and then hesitantly turned my head slowly toward the Marine. He was staring at me with those blue eyes. My stomach had butterflies and I felt real self conscious for some reason. In a conversational voice which somehow was very authoritative, Tom said, "Stand up straight, god damnit. You forget everything already."

I wanted to say... you're not the boss of me, but instead I stood up very straight and clasped my hands behind my back. He walked over to me and asked, "That your boyfriend, Dylan?" I quietly replied, "No...that's my best friend." The Marine pulled the waistband of my running shorts out with his left hand and said, "Just stand there... be very still" and he put his right hand in my shorts and took hold of my penis with his thumb and a couple of fingers to begin stroking the foreskin on and off the head of my limp cock. I went, "Oh..no Tom, please don't. I, my friend doesn't know about me... he's in the bathroom." The Marine said, "Shhhhh. I know were he is. Good that you still shave down here... I can spare you the spanking." and then, with his grip on the waistband of my shorts, he pulled my shorts up roughly giving me, basically, a tight wedgie. I go, "Ah.. no please, don't do that. Hey, that's tight." Tom goes, "Be quiet, Dylan and stand still or I will give you the spanking... you're whining like a little girl today".

My penis was getting hard now and using my waistband again, he pulled me up to his body... then, letting go of the waistband he cupped the back of my head and held my face against his shoulder. He smelled masculine, but not yummy like some of the boys I know. He said, "You're the only boy I've been with that I missed when you weren't around. What do ya think about that?" His stroking was having the expected effect and I was getting hard. He did it so confidently... like it was his "right" to do what he wished with my dick, or something. Neither of us spoke for a minute... just my puffs of breath. This reminded me so much of that shit-head, Joel. But no... I'm scared of Joel and I'm not scared of my Marine... so why am I doing what he wants? I was up against most of his torso by now, completely relaxed against him. I made my mind a blank except for enjoying how my penis felt. It was like being in a safe, comfortable place here with Tom ... but, safe from what? I have no idea.

The thought that Chubby would come out and catch us doing this, amazingly, was not a concern... I just figured Tom would know how to avoid that happening. The Marine moved the side of his face and kissed my forehead quickly...and then held a long kiss at the same spot... precum drooled out of my pee slit and I went, "Ohhhh". He went, "Mmmmmmm" you smell so good, Dylan. You're all boy, aren't you? Would you like to be my boy?" and then, in a whisper now, he said, right in my ear, "You very much need what I have for you... you just don't know it yet" and another long kiss, this one as I tightened my buttocks muscles and shot a long stream of cum in my shorts and then two follow-up squirts. The Marine sounded so sincere this time... as if he really did like me.

Of course, he had me hypnotized again, or whatever it was he did to me. I just moaned quietly... I'd climaxed in less than three minutes from the first touched on my penis. Tom pulled his hand out of my shorts, pinched some hairs at the crown of my head to pull my head back and said, "Suck your cum off my fingers" which I immediately began doing as Tom continued in that mesmerizing voice.."You need me to fuck you. The tip of my cock in your asshole that time scared you, didn't it? That's OK, but you need my big, fat, long cock up your ass... all of it, repeatedly. When I fuck you, when a real man like me fucks you... you'll be back for more. Sure it's going to be painful... I'm not trying to hide that, but you need it. E-mail me and arrange it. Once you're fucked by me, then you'll know what you need and why you need it. You need a man who will be very stern with you... that's how you'll learn to get the most out of being fucked.... the most out of sex, by pleasing your man. You'll see." I was done cleaning his fingers and he took two of them and brushed up the front of my nose leaving spit behind, in my nostrils.

We both heard the squeak of the inner lavatory door. Chubby was coming out. "Will you email to set-up a date for your fucking?" He had a strong hand on my ass cheek now. I breathlessly said, "Yes". He let go of me entirely, said..."You better" and casually jogged around the trees just as the outer lavatory door banded open and Chubby came out squinting against the still bright, but soon to be fading sun shine. I pulled out my T shirt to hide the cum stain on the front of my shorts and sat down on the bench in a fog. My cum was cooling fast and felt sticky/icky on my shaved crotch. I sat up straight taking short fast breaths thinking... do I really need the dominant hand? I thought I was past that. I thought I was moving on, but he puts me in a trance or something. My cock felt so sensitized... so alive. I shivered and shuddered and wondered how he gets to do to me whatever he feels like.

Then I realized Chubby had been talking as he approached the bench I was sitting on. He's saying, "...about that lavatory here. It's wicked clean and I don't think it's hardly ever used. Ya don't need to pee or something, do ya? No one is in there... nice and private, no one will stare at you while you're trying to pee and keep ya from that first drop... heh heh. Hey, what's wrong?" I told him I had a stitch in my side from running, and Chubby said , "Fuck, dude. I had one the entire first mile, just about... I ran right through it. Be a fucking man, dude! Come on.. let's finish our run." And away we went. Chubby knows I have a hard time peeing if other guys are too close by... like that first time with the Marine. Or was it the second time, and why did I promise to email him? What's wrong with me?

We finished the second two mile leg of our run and had slowed down to barely a jog... Chubby tells me another window washer joke. It reminded me of Willie's jokes about what men and women say... and what they actually mean. Chubby says...." studies prove women, in different stages of their menstrual cycle, find different types of male faces attractive. When a woman is ovulating, for example, she prefers a rugged looking male face. But when she's menstruating, on the other hand, she prefers a man doused in gasoline and set on fire, with scissors in his eyes. You know Dylan, a different look" I said, "I don't know what any of that that means so I don't know why I'm laughing... it is funny, isn't it?" Chubby goes, "I don't know... Mel thought it was" and we're laughing, but we're not sure why. It made me feel a little better though.

Then, as we'd slowed down to just a walking speed by now, Chubby says, "More bad news from Rickie. Remember that first time I had him over and he and I fucked up with wicked short haircuts?" I nod my head and Chubby goes, "Well, he wants to follow-up on that idea. Now he insist that all us window washer boys get buzz cuts at SuperCuts for the summer" I'm thinking that Chubby almost has a buzz cut anyway so I shrugged and said, "He's an asshole, Chubby. He gets "high" on power... he's on a power trip and loves being the boss of all you guys." Then Chubby said, "Yeah, and get this... we all need to get our ear pierced and all of us need to wear the same stud earring thing... whatever they're called". He said it hesitantly, like he expected an outburst from me. Actually I'd like to get my ear pierced too, but Mom doesn't like that idea too much so I haven't pressed it. Now that Chubby's getting his pierced... that makes it a different matter. Muttering, I go... "Like I said... the guys an asshole" and I'm thinking... Oh boy! Chubby's really going to "get" this guy when we have the money we need.. hee hee. I was right about Rickie right from the start and now Chubby realizes it too.

We walked a bit in silence and Chubby says, "I'm surprised at your reaction Dylan... happy about it, but surprised. I thought you'd be all pissed off that you won't be able to give me my haircuts till the Fall... and that you'd hate the idea of an earring." I said, "Dude, we're partners, numero uno buds forever, number one home boys... little things like that don't piss me off anymore. I'm all grown up, can't ya tell?" He laughs and goes, "Jesus... when did ya start doing heavy drugs? This just is so different from my bro's normal take on things. There's got to be something in this for you somehow or you'd be bitching and making my life hard dude... hard". I wondered if using the word "hard" twice could possibly be one of those double entendre thingies ...or am I projecting again.

*********************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 8 ***********************

Chapter Two

Chubby and I took showers, separately... and then had dinner. After that it was down to my finished basement to do our normal evening activity of watching baseball on the big screen TV...the Red Sox of course. They were looking mighty good this year ... playoff bound for sure, and maybe all the way to the World Series. Chubby hasn't been humping my leg lately which tends to make me wonder who's leg he is humping. I can't fool myself, something is going on between him and Ricky. The thing is, I don't think it's going on with Chubby's full cooperation... whatever "it" might be. There's a reason Chubby wants us to even the score at the end of the summer... "to settle all the family business" as the Godfather put it in that movie. We probably aren't going to kill anybody though... well, drop the "probably" from that last sentence because we're definitely not going to kill anybody... on purpose, that is.

After the third inning Chubby seemed restless and he finally said, "I need to take care of your feet Dylan. We've been neglecting them... we've been neglecting a lot of stuff lately... or maybe we're just leaving things behind us as we get older. Kneeling at the foot of the recliner, he reminded me how we both had agreed to stop our shaving ritual after the summer and how we hardly ever get a chance to do the four-mile run anymore and that meant we didn't do things associated with the run either and..... I interrupted in order to correct him about the shaving, "Ah, Chubby... I agree with the leg shaving, but I think I'd like to keep up with the pubes shaving. It's a great feeling down there, don't ya think?" Chubby had removed both my socks and was squeezing my foot with both hands, getting that dreamy look in his eyes like he always gets when playing with my feet... we've never actually called it a foot fetish, Chub and me...but obviously that's what it is. That's just one more thing I learned from Carl. It's an amazing and bizarre fetish... the foot one... don't ya think?

Working his fingers in between my toes he says, "Oh yeah... let's keep up the crotch shaving. It looks cool" I go, "It's da bomb, dude!" .... Chubby brought my foot to his face and pressed the heel against his nose. A foot fetish is something to see... pretty much unbelievable from most of our perspectives... but, there it is. That being said, because it's Chubby licking my feet and sucking on my toes it almost excites me too... almost, but not quite. Chubby licked the bottom of my foot and started his ritual... I know from experience it can go on for a half hour. Both my feet will be wet with his spit by the time Chubby's passion for my feet is satisfied. When he's pale and his lips are tight he'll go into the half bath and finish himself off with his hand. As far as I know, Chubby has never had a spontaneous climax like the ones I've had with both him and Willie, but if he was going to have one, it'd probably happen through his love of feet. Although maybe he's lost some of his edge for the foot fetish lately because he use to play with my feet much more often then he's done in recent weeks... since that job with Rickie it's been less frequent, just like the leg humping is less now than any other time I can remember. He's getting himself "off" some other way. I hope it's not from sucking Rickie's big size-twelve feet. Yuck!

My Mom left a note on the kitchen table this afternoon that I liked. Well, I should say.... I liked one part of the note. Here's the deal... her friend will be here for a "sleep-over" tomorrow night. Her "friend" is the redhead, Jake Rollins, who I met some weeks ago. Mom and Jake have been dating and I guess Jake wants a little nookie now... that's the part I don't like. First of all, the idea of having sex with a female is... well, it's gross to me. But more importantly, I don't like to think of that redheaded guy doing "that" to my Mom. I know my biological father, who I've never met, had sex with my mother at least once because here I am, but I still don't like to think about it too much. Before Carl helped me realize I'm gay, I didn't think about sex at all. Well, I mean, unless I was jerking off... then I had this elaborate fantasy about "someone" fucking my ass. After I'd climax, that "someone" wasn't thought of again until my next jerk-off. I knew that thinking about that "someone" helped me have a big climax, but I never carried that thought all the way through to thinking of myself as being gay. I felt I was asexual ... like a eunuch, pretty much sexless.

Now I know differently, of course. So, that's the bad part, Mom sleeping with Jake in our condo this Friday night. The good part is this... I need to vacate the premises Friday night which means I'm forced to inconvenience my best friend, Chubby. Ah, what a shame! Hee hee! It's been awhile since we slept together. Last time was after he got out of the hospital... no, wait, there's that more recent time he was sick. This will be better because he isn't sick or anything like that at the moment. Of course, I can't "get any" on my sleep over, like Jake's going to... but just being under the same covers with Chubby is awesome... I love it. The reason Jake's sleeping over is that they need to get a very early start Saturday for a day at the Cape. Mom works Saturday night so it's early down and early back. Saturday nights for me is date night... with Willie. Sunday I'm off for the land-made-for-teen-boys... Wildwood, New Jersey. Two weeks vacation in the sun, fabulous boardwalk, the Atlantic ocean, and the wide beaches... no lawn cutting and no Joel-the-maniac either. Hey... another great thought, what if our room at the motel in Wildwood has only a double bed... Chubby and I will need to share it for two weeks... oh my God, that would ROCK! Last year both bedrooms had twin beds.

Chubby was quiet after he came out of the bathroom... he snuggled against me on the recliner and with a sigh settled in to watch the rest of the baseball game. While he still had some, before tomorrow's buzzcut, I played with his hair a little, and then I played with his ear thinking about someone sticking a needle through the earlobe Saturday night... ouch! I'd like to get my ear pierced too... I think it's cool to wear an earring. We were quiet and somewhere along the way Chubby apparently dozed off, but when Manny hit a walk-off homer in the bottom of the ninth I let out a yelp and Chubby goes, "What happened, Dylan?". I explained and soon after that Chubby said he was wicked tired and he went up to bed. And then, busy, busy... right after that, Willie called me to say he's picking me up Saturday night at our usual time. We talked only a short time... we're going to eat dinner in Quincy Market, and then see a live performance at the Bank of American Pavilion. I've never been there... it's an open sided tent on the bay and there's lots of stalls selling food and beer and T shirt all around the tent... lots people and lots of excitement in the air, according to Willie anyway. He's been a lot of places, and now I'm seeing all these places too. A rock group called The Plain White T's is performing and Willie says they're really good. I know one of their songs, it was out some months ago. It's called, ... Hey There Delilah... an irresistible song actually. And after the concert, back to Willie's for some nookie of my own. So it sounds like another awesome date! Friday night with Chubby and Saturday night with Willie... not bad.

All these thoughts gave me a nice feeling as I lay in my own bed... getting close to sleep. It's great fun thinking about the good things in my life... then, pissing me off, I had to ruin that nice feeling with a touch of weird reality. But what can ya do? ... there are some bad things in life too, not too many, but a couple. One of them is the oddly similar situations I have with Joel, the psycho, and Tom Delcarman, the Marine. Joel is the dangerous one... Tom, not so much, but other than that... there are obvious similarities with the way they think about me. They both appear to be attracted to me. Both have sort of intimated they know what I am in desperate need of... which is, to be dominated sexually by them. I suppose that's why they're attraction to me is in the first place. I have to think that there'd be very different methods to their madness though. Meaning, Joel would be quite punishing in his dominance until I came around to his way of thinking, whatever that might be... and probably Tom would fuck me with that humongous cock of his until I came around to his way of thinking... again, whatever that might be. You know what... I don't wanna to be a part of either one of those scenarios. I'm certainly not emailing the Marine, and I don't know why I said I would. Don't matter why anyway, I'm not doing it and I'll try to stay out of Joel's way as best I can. It only has to be until the end of summer, at which time I'm done with the job. After that, I'll never see that crazy bastard again. Nice rationalizations to fall to sleep on.

Work on Friday proved to be a routine day. During Robbie and my after- work massage Robbie asked me what I was doing tonight and when I said that me and Chubby were going to the movies he asked if I'd give him and Dodger haircuts first, and then the four of us could go to the movies together ... he'd drive. Hot shit! Chubby and me wouldn't have to walk to the movies for once. I said, "You're on, dude. How bout coming over for dinner too, we'll order pizzas". It was all set, so that's more good news for me. I'd like to do a cell phone call to Chubby and tell him about the Dickers brothers coming over tonight... except I can't because Rickie has forbidden calls during working hours. Window washer boy's cell phones must be turned off till after work. I understand that, I guess... but it's just one rule after another with Rickie. Chubby will have his buzzcut when I see him tonight... he told me last night that Rickie's taking his five man crew to get their identical haircuts during lunch break today. Then tomorrow night, after their team dinner and meeting, they go to the Mall to get their ears pierced.... ain't that cute! Chubby hates having to do whatever Rickie says, but we need that fucking drivers license and we're going to do what we need to do in order to get it.... meaning get the necessary money. After that, well... we'll just see about Rickie then.

After the massages, I rode in the back of the Dicker's pick-up truck with Robbie to their house. Robbie wanted to take a quick shower and change clothes... then Robbie would drive us to my condo. But naturally Dodger butted in and took a shower first... I was on Robbie's computer checking to see if Willie emailed me one of his corny love letters... he's so schmaltzy, but I kind of like that. Robbie was talking with his parents about something and then Dodger shouts out that he's finished with his shower and Robbie goes in for his. I found a short email from Willie saying he had a boner already from thinking about the two of us together Saturday night. He's a horny boy alright... and then I'm thinking, "Oh shit...here comes trouble" ... Dodger, with wet hair and a flimsy towel around his waist, swaggers into Robbie's bedroom to give me his smirky look. So fucking cute!!! He says, "We just have time for you to give be a quick blowjob, so let's get to it right away" and he opens his towel to show me his freshly re-shaved pubes and that perfect teen boy cock and balls package. A drop of spit got caught in my windpipe when I gulped and gasped, trying to swallow at the same time, and I got involved in a coughing fit. He'd taken me so much by surprise with this latest outrageous action. I'm half laughing at the audacity of Dodger and half coughing myself to an early grave. That kid is too much!

Dodger's playing with his four inch pink cock getting it firm and then boner hard. My own cock is getting hard in my pants just watching him playing with his weinie. Finally I have success coughing the spit droplet out of my windpipe and I say in a quiet, urgent voice, "God damn you, Dodger. Your brother's on the other side of that bathroom door and your mother and father are right downstairs... go get dressed, ya little homo." Dodger is wanking that baby penis of his pretty good by now, staring at me with the tip of his pink tongue showing between his sexy puffy lips the whole time. His naked body is so perfect looking... all the proper definition... hairless and firm. I'm thinking, God damn... didn't I just watch this hottie jerk-off two nights ago... it was after dinner at the Wednesday barbecue. After a minute or so his face tightens up and then scrunches up and he thrust his hips out twice going, "Ah ah... oh oh oh" and a string of cum arcs out of his wide open pee slit. I stared at it, unconsciously licking my lips, as that creamy spunk splattered against the side of Robbie's dirty clothes hamper.

He took two big grunting breaths and says, "Jesus... I needed that. You wanna taste some?" Without thinking, I mumbled, "Sure" and he reaches over to where I'm sitting at his brother's computer and puts his finger in my mouth... just like he did that time we chewed each other's finger nails the last day of school... in the locker room. Dodger's hot looking brown eyes were big and shiny as I sucked the cum off his finger. Then, with his finger nice and clean, he pulls it out of my mouth slowly and sucks it back in his own mouth to make exaggerated slurping sounds sucking my spit off. Then with that patented smirk he reached in the hamper, grabbed a dirty T shirt, and wipes up the cum splatter saying, "How'd it taste?" I said, "Like cum" and he goes, "Yeah, that what I think too." Grinning at me now, he said, "Your the coolest kid I ever met. I gotta get dressed." I watched him scurry naked through the door across the hall... into his bedroom. As usual he leaves me stunned... what a unique kid. I groped my boner, gave a quick thought to jerking myself off right then. Coming to my senses, I instead did a few push ups to get my mind off what I'd just witnessed. I do a lot of push ups which has something to do with my biceps muscles. I did more than a couple right now because, oh my God... Dodger jerking that four inch beauty right in front of me, as casual as you can ever be... and doing it to me twice in the last forty-eight hours! Whoa... finished with the push ups, I thought back to the first time I saw Dodger's dick... I was standing near their swimming pool and he'd just dropped his speedo bathing suit... the one with the shit tracks... the one he wanted me to wear, if you can believe it. That first time I saw his little penis I thought it was maybe five inches long, but no... it's the same as Chubby's, a tiny bit under four inches. I'd love to suck it though... no matter four or five inches.

I'm back at Robbie's desk contemplating things when he comes out of his bathroom with a towel around himself too. Then, just like Dodger, he casually drops it... and then starts going through his drawers looking for clean underwear. I've got my fingers on his computer's keyboard with my mouth hanging open staring wide-eyed at his cock and balls. This is my first glimpse ever of Robbie's penis. It's the same size as Dodger's, same size nuts too. Only difference in the two packages is Robbie's bush was untouched... it was sparse, like Dodger's was before he shaved it. I couldn't help but wonder about Robbie being so casually naked in front of me, and especially ... you know, because he has that little penis. Then I realized that he's on the baseball team and has showered with teammates many, many times... by now he just accepts his small dick... what the hell can he do about it anyway. Guess the jokes have all been said and it's not an issue with him, maybe it never was an issue with him. It's just like Dodger was, now that I think about it... when I ragged on him about his little penis, he laughed it off... he didn't care. I liked that... I admired the attitude of both brothers actually. I say that because I don't think I'd be mature enough to be casually comfortable with having a small cock myself. I'd probably be hiding myself all my life... damn, wouldn't that be a total drag! I said nothing to Robbie about his penis... not a single word.

After a minute, Robbie found some underwear and threw it on the bed and began looking for a shirt and some socks. Then a pair of cargo shorts. When it was all gathered into a pile he began getting dressed. I used a great deal of willpower not to stare at his dick. It was small like Dodger's, but not as perfect looking, somehow. Don't get me wrong though, I'd love to suck it, but it just wasn't the perfect color or shape or something, like Dodger's... it was more normal looking, except real small. How odd though... Chubby, Dodger and now Robbie, all with four inch cocks. Hmmmm, I'm sitting at this computer... why not google "penises" and find out how rare a four inch penis is.... this could be Guiness Book Of World Records material right here in front of me. Call me goofy, but I love good penis talk. As Robbie was getting his stuff together I typed in "penis size" on Google. Many hits, but of the couple I looked at, the consensus of the average size penis is from three and a half to almost six inches long when soft. Shocking!... three and a half inches??? Then there are about five percent of men with over six inches and five percent were even shorter than three and a half... oh my God, those poor bastards. This is an excellent factoid. I bet I can fool Chubby with it... now I need to wait for just the right time to spring this on him.... hmmmm? I'll do it the very next time we're talking about the size of our penises... that'll probably be right after I learn to fly.

Robbie was talking to me while he was getting dressed... talking about which movie we should see. I stopped thinking about penises to listen to him because, along with everything else I like about him, he has a very nice voice also. I like listening to him talk and, of course, stare at his face at the same time. He has a young boy's voice and it just flows so easily... it puts me into a trance sometimes... of course, what doesn't put me into a trance lately? Small dick or not, Robbie is very special... both brothers are, really. Their beautiful complexions, and with that rare rosy colored patch in each cheek. Oh hell, everything about them is sweet to look at and it's nice to be with them, frankly... I think I've mentioned that before. And, their parents are nice too, but neither of them are especially good looking... so how did this happen? How did both Robbie and Dodger come out looking so fucking cute? and never mind the small dicks? Oops, I mean small, average or... well, whatever. OK, another mystery of life for me to add to my list. I give up trying to figure out most of them... just go with the flow and enjoy the ride. That's me... then I tried to figure out who's cuter... Robbie or Dodger? I guess I'd have to say Dodger, but only because he's smaller and... the hot body they both have, I think it looks cuter on the small frame of Dodger. Fun to think about those two... but, god damnit... I got another stone hard boner in my pants...

By the time they were both dressed, and we drove to my condo, Chubby was already there, sitting on the front step smoking... waiting for me. He was surprised, but glad to see the brothers... he and Dodger traded funny insults while doing the one arm hug, handshake, and pat on the back. Happily Chubby had his Red Sox hat on so I didn't have to look at his buzzed head just yet, but I did see how short his beautiful dark brown hair was all around the sides and back. Oh well, it'll grow back. I filled Chubby in on our plans for haircuts, pizza, and the movies. Then walking up the steps with him I reminded him about me bunking in with him tonight and he said, "Yeah, I remember bro. What the fuck... I'm the one who likes us sleeping together, don't ya remember?" and he went up to his place to shower. I'd said "Oh yeah" to Chubby, and then I said... "Oh yeah!" to myself too. Of course I remembered, but it hadn't really hit me until he said it. Jeez, will something finally happen between us tonight? I thought about that for a minute and then thought about giving Dodger and Robbie haircuts. To me, that's fun too... cutting boys' hair, I mean. Dodger wanted to be first and Robbie's use to letting Dodger have his way. Robbie went to my room to go "on line" and surf around. Dodger and me went downstairs to the finished basement. I got the barber stuff out and Dodger eagerly hopped up on the stool. Funny, last night Chubby was showing his foot fetish to me... and now Dodger is squirming around on the stool from his haircut fetish. I'll bet Dodger has a four inch boner already, but then... when doesn't he have one. Carl's the one who explained these weird fetishes, and many others, to me.I guess it was five or six weeks ago now.

We were kind of short on time so I got busy with the clippers right off the bat. Dodger always wants a buzz cut, just like the one Chubby has as a matter of fact... and that haircut goes fast. After running clippers with a number two blade from his forehead back over the top of his head to the crown a half dozen times Dodger got red faced and began sucking on his bottom lip making quiet squeaking sounds... enjoying the feeling in his groin, I would think. Thinking back forty-five minutes ago, in Robbie's bedroom, when Dodger wanked in front of me, and looking at his perfectly shaped head, and smelling his sexy Dodger smell, and knowing how aroused he gets from a haircut... with all those things in play, I couldn't help myself... without even trying, he turns me on and gets me hot. So, with the clippers running, but not touching his head at the moment, I hugged around his neck with my free arm and held a kiss on the side of his face for ten seconds. Like I said, he smells so wonderful. After the kiss I said, "I gotcha back" and in a whispery voice Dodger said, "Do some more Dylan, kiss me some more" and I did.

As a matter of fact, I kissed him about ten more times and oh dear God, my boner was aching after that. He could barely speak, mumbling, "If I hadn't jerked off in Robbie's room a little while ago, I'd have cum in my pants from your kisses... which is what I'd prefer, ya know". I said that I knew... and I finished his buzz cut with neither of us saying anything else.... I was just trying to breath, like I said...he's so hot. It was one of the rare times Dodger, himself, was too aroused to come up with outrageous comments or suggestions. Getting his haircut, especially by me I think, and my kisses on the side of his face overwhelmed him for once. So, let's see... I won that round. The score, Dodger 89... Dylan....1. Not real close. He is so very sexy though... when the cut was done I said in his ear, "I hope you still have a crush on me when I get back from vacation". He just nodded his head to the affirmative and headed for the half bath... for another jerk off, ya think?

Robbie came down when Dodger went up. It surprised me that Dodger didn't stay to watch Robbie get his hair cut, but I guess he's over stimulated today. Robbie wants the flattop and, like I said, we're short on time so I skipped the scissors and used all clippers. The same number two attachment I used for all over Dodger's head I used for the sides and back of Robbie's... then I used the trimmers to outline around his ears and along his neck in back... tapper the neckline slightly. Then gel the top because it won't stand up until it's trained to. Comb it up straight and with a steady hand, and a bare clipper blade, I ran the clippers in a straight line across the ends of Robbie's hair until it's all even on top at about an inch and a quarter in length. The ideal flattop, according to Willie's ancient-aged barber, is one and a half inches... I cut Robbie's a little shorter because I'd be gone for a couple of weeks. When I first saw Willie's flattop I though it was only an inch long, but at his house, in between fuckings, we got a straight ruler out and measured it... on top, his hair stood up just under one and a half inches... almost exactly what that old time barber said it was. With that straight ruler in my hand, I wanted to measure Willie's penis too, but he didn't bring it up so I chickened out and didn't do it. Anyway, back to Robbie's hair... it will be trained to stand straight up by his next haircut and then I'll cut the ends to an inch and a half like the old barber says it should be. After that I should cut it every ten days or so to keep it looking right.... that's what Willie told me about my own flattop too.

Robbie stared at his new "do" in the mirror and said he really liked this unique style and promised he'd be conscientious about training it to stick up. My flattop was getting too long, but we didn't have time for Chubby to cut it... I'll get it cut in Wildwood. The pizza was here so we gobbled it down, piled into the pick-up and hustled to make the seven o'clock movie. Three of us have to work tomorrow so Friday nights weren't usually late nights anymore, like they use to be. In the movie theater lobby, the line wasn't too bad and right at the end was Willie Worthington talking to a plain looking kid with longish hair. Willie spotted me as soon as I spotted him and what a great smile he gave me. It kind of astonished me seeing him in this setting. I didn't expect it... he looked yummy and innocent and... I don't know, he looks like a nice boy. He had his flattop brushed up like mine. To be honest, I felt jealous that he was with that other boy, but I fought the urge to give him a "look". Instead, I kind of shook my head "no" a bit to indicate to Willie, hopefully, that he not mention to anyone here that we're boyfriends. He gave me a knowing look and a small grin... I should have know he's too smart to make a gaffe like that.

The plain looking boy had that same "seventies" long hair style that Willie use to have. Something about him gave off vibes that he was looking down on Chubby, Robby, Dodger, and me... like he was "above" riffraff like us. As we approached him I mumbled to Chubby, "That's my new friend... the one I met at Carl's graduation party". Chubby goes, "Oh, yeah... so this is Willie? He's got the same silly hairdo you have" I mumbled, "You probably shouldn't be making fun of anyone's hairdo at this particular time" Chubby rubbed his very short buzzcut and said, "good point". I introduced Willie to everyone and then... to Willie, I introduced my three friends, "Willie this is my very best friend and home boy Chubby Jeffrey Romero. We've know each other all our lives." They shook hands quickly and then I introduced the Dickers brothers as the coolest brother in Framingham High School.

I got a kick out of Willie's reaction when he appraised the beautiful Dickers brothers. His eyes widened as he was checking out Dodger and Robbie. They appeared oblivious to his scrutiny... maybe they were use to it when meeting people for the first time. Chubby had stepped over to the snack's counter and was getting two large popcorns which the four of us will split... he missed the scrutiny by Willie of the brothers... if he were there though, he wouldn't have. The plain looking snooty boy was a classmate of Willie's at Prep school... his name is Charles Boles. We all did a little wave at each other after which Charles rolled his eyes up as if to say, "Oh brother... what losers". Everyone ignored him and we did some sports small-talk and "what ya doing this summer" talk.... very briefly. They were seeing another movie and just before they split up with us, Willie says to me... "you good for that ballgame tomorrow night Dylan?" I go, "yeah... can you pick me up?' and Willie's like, "You got it" and off they go with snooty boy saying something to Willie and I heard Willie say something back to his friend... it sounded like he called him an asshole. Whatever the exchange, it wasn't pleasant if I can go by the looks on their faces. I'll bet Willie stood-up for us guys... I know he'd stand up for me.

A little bit later, sitting in the movie with previews rolling, Chubby says, "what ball game is that, Dylan? The Red Sox are in Toronto" I go, "It's the Pawtucket Red Sox, in Rhode Island. Willie follows them." and that was that.... except, I'm getting sick of lying to Chubby. I hate doing that. Well, at least now Chubby's met Willie... and he had nothing especially good or bad to say about him either. Just a kid like us... that's what Chubby probably thinks, but Willie isn't really "just" like us. In addition to being rich, he's like "sophisticated" or something... compared to us he is. The movie was disappointingly drab, but it was fun being with these three guys and it was a treat to have a "ride" too.,,, Chubby and my walking days are getting closer to being history. We had some laughs, and Dodger got to goose me about eighty times, and we all bonded some more, and I got to think all through the movie... "I'm sleeping with Chubby tonight".

Robbie dropped us off... Chubby went up to his condo and I went to mine. No shower for me after work so I wanted to do it now. After that I took some clothes and a toothbrush with me upstairs to Chubby's bedroom and put them on a chair. I was wearing only my boxer shorts and Chubby, already in bed says... "You been lifting weights or what... them guns on you look dangerous". I was skinny but I always had good bicep development and, in addition to the push-ups, I think it's a "gene" thing inherited from my loving Daddy. Oh, that's not fair of me... insinuating my biological father doesn't care about me... he doesn't even know I'm alive. Mom never told him she was pregnant with me because he was going into the military and... well, I just don't know too much more... it's a sore subject. Anyway, I say to Chubby, "Just lifting my dick a few times a day... that's my only weight lifting program" and Chub goes, "Ah ha! That'll do it." I climbed in bed with him trying not to giggle with glee.

As soon as I lifted the covers and got under them I smelled Chubby's smell released from under there... the warm erotic smell floated past my face... I casually inhaled a long intake of that smell as it was drifting by and then had to chew on my bottom lip to keep from moaning. He smells different than Willie and the Dickers brothers... they all smell sexy to me, but Chubby's different, he's my favorite smell. He's my favorite face and my favorite smell. He said, "Come on over Dylan, remember we like to sleep together like a couple of homos. We're not homos ya know, but we like to sleep like we are... it's just our thang! You know, lots of best friends have their little fucking personal private best things that just the two of them do together. Everybody fucking knows that. Especially fucking best friends who are like brothers, for christ sake! Get closer!"

By the time he was finished with his speech I was just about on top of him with my arms wrapped around him and my face against his. I go, "Like this, Chubby?' and he goes, "You're such a dick sometimes. Don't fucking overdo it for fuck sake... we're not a couple of homos ya know". I squeezed him tighter and he settled in without further comment. His newly buzzed head was against my cheek, and just like Dodger, even with their hair this short...a third to a half inch long, it's still velvety. Chubby casually put his arm over my side and he fell asleep in about two minutes. I'm glad he did too because if he hadn't he'd have noticed my boner... it was really stretching out there tonight... right out through the pee slit in my boxer shorts. When I heard his deep, even breathing I rubbed my nose back and forth on the top of his head and a drop of precum wet the head of my dick. I flicked the covers off our torsos to look at Chubby's body. He has the second best natural body definition of any kid I ever saw... and in high school you see a lot of kid's bodies.... nobody beats the Dickers brothers in that category though... they're unreal. It's funny that Chubby mentioned my biceps because that's the only thing on me that's noteworthy.... other than that, I'm skinny. Everything about Chubby's body was noteworthy, in miniature, sort of. In proportion to his short stature I guess is a better way to say it.

Not daring to caress him I pretended to adjust my position, as if I were thrashing around while sleeping, I was trying to get even more contact with Chubby's body. The covers pulled down further off of us and his smooth legs, with that bump of a calf muscle and his firm thighs... they were against my leg and the touch gave me a chill and a shiver... feeling my leg against his... and staring at him from head to calf muscle, I needed to jerk off bad. But instead, I pulled the covers back over us and then carefully put my arm over his back and almost pulled him on top of me... I couldn't help myself, alright! God, he smelled so good. Chubby goes, "Arrr, real nooo" and I froze, but he made no other sounds. I wish I could understand his sleep-talk, but... no way, it was gobble-dee-goop. I tried to stay awake as long as I could... enjoy as much of this wonderful situation as possible, but I was just as tired as Chubby and I probably didn't manage to stay awake longer than fifteen minutes. It was a great fifteen minutes though.

When I woke, Chubby was on his stomach still sleeping, my arm under him, dead to the world. It took me a couple of minutes of massaging it before I got circulation back into it, but of course I didn't mind. Smelling the back of my wrist... it smelled like Chubby. I carefully got out of bed, did my toilet business, washed my face and hands, brushed my teeth and got dressed. Chubby turned over and said, "Give me one of our world famous hugs for my good morning hello, Dylan" and when I did I felt him sneak a kiss on the side of my head. He said, "That was one of the best nights sleep I've had in awhile, bro. We got to do it more often". I just mumbled, "Anytime, Chubby... love ya, dude" and then I had to run for my bus. Chubby had a much shorter walk to his office so he didn't take a bus. Man, that was a really wonderful night. I smelled my wrist all during the bus ride and had an even harder boner than usual walking up the aisle to get off at my stop. There's this real good looking black kid who rides the bus everyday with me... he has that island lilt to his voice... Jamaican I think. Today he chuckled at my boner in a real good natured way as I walked past him. We'd gotten into the habit of touching fists and making a comment to each other as I got off the bus each day. Today he laughed and said, "That's your best one yet, mon" nodding down at the tent in my shorts. He wore a white, hospital uniform shirt with a name tag pinned at the left pocket... it read, "Reggie". I smiled right into his face and he smiled right back with this really cute, sexy smile... damn, he's hot. He had one of those really cool short haircuts, edged across the forehead and down to the sideburns... the sideburns came to a point. There was just a certain something about him that made me think he's someone I'd like to get to know.

*********************** DYLAN'S DILEMMA Part 8 *********************

Chapter Three

Back at work this morning... my locker was still secured with my combination lock so I opened it without trepidation. With the lock in place I knew I'd find nothing inside that shouldn't be there. One problem solved... it gave me a good feeling... except, who put that crap in my locker in the first place? I'd sure like to know the answer to that one. I heard two of the college guys arguing about something... one of them said, "What is it with you, Paul... Is it ignorance or maybe it's just apathy on your part?" and Paul mumbled, "Hey, I don't fucking know and I don't fucking care... alright!" The first guy laughed out loud and Paul's like, "What?"

Changing into my grass cutting shorts and T shirt, I hustled down to Robbie's locker chuckling to myself. I told Robbie about "I don't know and I don't care" and he said he'd already heard that one. I'm trying to tell him it's not a joke, it happened just now in real life... two of the college kids. He did chuckle at that and then we talked about last night at the movies and all. He had his flattop combed up straight just like mine and the college kids will have fun teasing us about that. Robbie and I have almost the exact shade of light blond hair with natural darker blond streaks. After a bit he got me seated in front of him and began the morning massage. We sit on the bench in front of Willie's locker for our massages... it's just a plastic bench, without a back. As Robbie's massage progressed it appeared he was doing it with an extra sexy feel this morning... maybe Robbie was thinking that it'll be two weeks before we could do this again, and he wanted to get his money's worth. And then near the end, a new move by Robbie... he used both hands, one against either side of my jaw, pulling my head back against his stomach and keeping it there with one hand, with the other he massaged my head from my forehead back... it was so hot... like a series of caresses. I loved the feel of his hand on my forehead as well as the feel of his tight, hard belly at the back of my head.

Then something else new, holding under my chin from behind so that when he leaned over to whisper in my ear, my head was up against his crotch... he held my head there as he whispered, "I just want to tell you again that it was so cool last night, Dylan. And, I really like my new flattop haircut... and I love that you're my barber. That's the coolest thing of all! Thanks." His lips moved against my ear and that, plus all the stimulation of the sexy head massage made me feel dizzy.... I pressed my head back against his crotch and felt his penis grow firm where it pressed against the back of my head... from semi-hard to a boner in ten seconds. Robbie's body flexed tight then, and using both hands on my forehead he kept the back of my head pressed against that short boner of his. I heard him breathing noisily as precum drooled from my own hard cock... this precum was a first during a massage. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. Robbie took short, raspy breaths for maybe thirty seconds and then did a big deep inhale and exhale and let go of my forehead. Breathlessly he said, "My turn".

There was a loud commotion from the area of the college guys and we heard a huge splash of water... then someone yelling "You're gonna get it" and lots of loud laughter as they continued horsing around. That distraction broke the spell between me and Robbie and nothing I did while massaging him seemed as sexy as when he did me. That's OK... his massage was a breakthrough of sorts... I almost wished I wasn't going on vacation next week, something was definitely developing between us. I have the hots for Robbie... hell, I've had them ever since sophomore year. Way back when I was jealous of Chubby making his new friend... that idiot Rickie. Robbie was my first choice for a new friend... and did that ever turn out great! When we hear the horn signaling the start of work I got my arm around Robbie's neck and said, "Great massage today, Robbie. I'm really going to miss ya the next two weeks" and I pulled his forehead against mine. He said, "Me too, Dylan". It was really nice... the sincerity in his voice. Gee, I really like the sound of Robbie's voice.... did I mention that already?

Nothing unusual happened during the day except at lunch Joel caught my eye and nodded his head to the side. I walked in that direction and he followed me over to Toby's pick-up and nodded his head again indicating I should go around to the back. There he got his arm around the back of my neck and very roughly pulled my head close to his and in a low gravelly, kind of scary voice, said, "Were you trying to piss me off just then staring over at me?" His breath smelled like onions... I guess his sub sandwich had onions in it. I said, in earnest, "Honest to God, Joel, I wasn't staring at you. I don't want to piss you off... ever." He put his other arm around my shoulders now and I was sort of right up against him with no where to put my hands so I touched his waist lightly. He rocked us slowly back and forth in that crotch to crotch position a few times... the side of his chin was against the side of my head... like we were slow dancing. It was incredibly awkward for me. After maybe a whole minutes like that he said, "OK, I'll believe you this time. Tell me again that you want me to pay more attention to you... to help you be better. Ask me to do that."

Oh my God... what do I say to that? He was hugging me now... there simply isn't any other way I can put it... it was hugging, and he was sort of panting too. I knew time was running out but... what to say to him? And, just like I was afraid of... he said again, in a harsher voice, "Ask me, god damnit!... unless you prefer our combative relationship. I'm offering to help your pathetic self, ya dumb fuck." I was getting very uncomfortable as his anger grew so I said, "Would you pay attention to me sometime... Joel? To, you know... help me with whatever... or something..." He goes, "I'll try to work some time for you into my schedule on a weekend. Let's say the weekend after your vacation. I assume you're a big boy and are allowed to spend the night at a friend's place, right?" I gulped, now I was worried at the thought of that... and, what the fuck is he talking about anyway? This is so analogous to the Marine thing that I can hardly believe it. But like I did with the Marine, I decided the easiest thing is to say "yes" ...and then try to figure it all out later. That's what I did... I said, "Yes, Joel" and Joel goes, "OK then... so you're getting your wish it seems, aren't ya? Better be careful what you wish for." He hugged me real hard one time and almost knocked the breath out of me, then let me go. Without another word or look, he walked away in the direction of the other company pick-up truck... to talk to someone over there, I guess. That was either a boner in his pants or perhaps a can of spray paint. Jesus! Joel and the Marine should have a contest... heaviest penis gets to bully some poor boy like me.

Well now, what could be nicer than a weekend with Joel. Wonder what he has in mind, a marathon spanking for me... perhaps. Or maybe that thing he thinks I'm begging for. That thing that will require me to wear Tampons or something up my ass afterward... sounds like a blast! What fun. Ya know what would really be nice... if I could tell him, "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, you nut case... you've got nothing I'm the slightest bit interested in and I can't imagine what you could help me with, and as a matter of fact... at summers end, me and my best friend are going to kick the living shit out of you. Maybe then you'll know it's you... not me, who's sexually attracted to who..." or something like that. Aren't rants in your head so much easier to pull off than they are face to face in real life? I can't even think what to say until minutes after the situation ended. One thing I know...that fucking madman Joel is going to ruin my vacation, he will if I let him get to me... if I'm not careful I'll worry about him the entire two weeks... god damn him! There ain't going to be any weekend with you, ya physco. Not after my vacation, not ever! How do I attract these maniacs in the first place?

Other than that delightful interlude with Joel Mac Carty, the day flew by and then I was on vacation! Yippee!... First, my date with Willie... I wasn't home two minutes before Willie called. He was so sorry, but we were going to have to forget dinner at Quincy market because Willie had an appointment with the Apple Store at the Mall to check out a problem with his Apple MacBook. I didn't mind, we were still going to see the rock group, Plain White Ts, and we'd grab something to eat at the Mall. Jeez, wonder if I'll see Chubby there with the window washing boys. They'll be getting their ears pierced under the watchful eye of their boss and leader, Rickie the prick. He's another one who's going to get his ass kicked at summer's end.

Quick shower, dress in cargo shorts and a button up the front short-shelve shirt, sandals for my feet... then, blow dry my flattop... damn, wish I could have gotten Chubby to neaten it up some. When it grows in for a couple weeks it gets longish looking... like a brush of some kind. Oh well, it still looks good... pretty much sticks up straight on it's own now. Snap my necklace on while checking out what's left of the hickey Willie gave me in the hammock Tuesday night... it's almost gone. I wonder if he'll give me another. One last look in the mirror and then outside for my before-date cigarette, thinking... "I can't wait to see Willie". I didn't have to wait long. Just as I flicked my cigarette butt backward off my leg and then, cursing, kicked it into the gutter, he pulled up with his wonderful, innocent-looking smile... the one I just have to smile back at. Jumping up from the steps, I hustled over to his car... then, taking a quick look around and seeing no one, I kissed him on the lips. Willie goes, "That was daring, Dylan" and then he added, "Ah, can I ask you a favor... oh, make that two. OK?" I said, "Sure Willie" and he hemmed and hawed a bit, but in the end he was asking if I wouldn't mind not smoking just before our date because he likes to smell me, not the cigarette. Then he asked if I would shave his pubes area again... it was getting a bit scratchy. "Yes, of course" I said, "Sure, Willie" to both things. It was rude of me to smoke before a kiss... usually I chew gum or something like that after a cigarette... actually, I'd wish I could stop smoking all together, except I think it makes me look cool.

Inside, we both go into the bathroom that;s off my bedroom... I brushed my teeth, then gargled. Willie said, "OK... let's try again" and he did his arms around my neck hug like before. My arms went around his waist. It was the same old thing... only it wasn't getting "old" as far as I was concerned. Willie has that fantastic make-out technique with lips and tongue in constant movement... sometimes quickly and other times mesmerizingly slow. Add to that, the taste of him, and his smell and together they get my boner "up" in less than a minute. Just the intensity of his make-out is captivating. He makes it seem like, of a million possibilities of things to do in this world, making out with me is number one on Willie's list. Also, he sort of takes over my pleasure zones and pushes them to new heights every time we do this.... I guess I'd have to say it was a little bit of a dominant thing with him too. It's... " him making out with me " more then " us making out together "... if ya know what I mean. It's so luscious though, I absolutely love it. When my boner was as hard as it can get, and wet at the head, Willie pulled his head away panting and manages to say, "Put your arms around my neck now, Dylan" and when I did he got a handful of each of my buttocks and pulled my crotch into his... our boners rubbed together through our cargo shorts.

He did his saliva-filled kisses and licks slower now and I knew I was going to cum in my pants again. I let myself feel it all and was soon in a daze... feeling overwhelmed, but wonderful. All I knew of life at that moment was pleasure feelings... Willie squeezing my ass cheeks as our crotches humped together and his mouth taking over my mouth. Willie was grunting quietly now... he took one hand and slipped it past the loose waist band of my cargo shorts, and then inside my jockey underpants to squeeze my bare ass cheek... then he rubbed his finger tip across my hole till that generated some wetness, he pushed his fingertip inside my asshole. First, just a little ways... and then slowly, but steadily, all the way in and he finger fucked me while continuing to squeeze my other buttocks from outside my shorts. I felt overheated... my lips and all around my nose were wet with our combined spit... groaning and moaning, with my cock dripping and twitching, my nuts tight to my groin and very hard... I humped my hip forward and made a weird sound as I felt the exhilaration of that first spurt of cum splatter inside my jockey shorts. It was an intense feeling of sexual pleasure and it seemed for a moment like we were both floating just barely off the floor... the second shot of cum was the main, long squeeze of cum that seemed to last a minute, but was actually a second or two... I squealed into Willie's mouth with that one and went up on my toes. The feeling at the head of my penis when that long stream of cum passed out the gapping pee slit caused my entire body to convulse. Willie put his face next to mine fingering my hole again, squeezed my ass cheek a few times and more cum drooled from my boner. I was shuddering against him, hugging around his neck real tight... chills and bright dots of yellow lights in front of my eyes. I wanted to crawl into Willie's lap and have him cuddle me until the after-effects of my climax stopped shooting all around my body.

Willie could feel me relax after the cum spurts and he let go of my ass and pulled his finger out of me to use both hands rubbing up my back. Then one hand around my back and the other rubbing up the back of my head, "How was that, Dylan. Feel good for you? Hope so.... I love you so much I can't describe it." and he continued treating me like I'd just survived a car accident or a death in the family or something... the calming and the rubbing and the soothing, loving comments. The affection I felt from him was palpable and gave me such a warm sensation of love and safety... his hugs were almost as good as his make-out. No one has ever so openly declared how wonderful I am or how much they love me... it gets to be addictive. God almighty, I loved being with Willie. It's more than his looks, his feel, his making out and love making... it's that he loves me so much. His feelings for me raised my own self image... it made me feel so good about myself. And I love the taste of his saliva too... did I mention that? You can't help but love someone who makes you feel this good. It's simply awesome and made my eyes water a little bit... I'm real grateful that he's my boyfriend.

I liked being in Willie's embrace and he gave me plenty of time to calm down before quietly saying, "Jeez, wasn't that fun, Dylan? I love making you cum... oh man, you really did cum too... didn't ya? Ya want to change your pants now?" Sometimes he treated me like I was a little kid and sometimes like I was his girlfriend and sometimes like I was a treasure he'd found... but always he treated me with a loving tenderness, even when he's trying to correct me about something or he thinks he's being dominant. I can't get mad at him... I don't think I've been mad at him even once since we met, but at times I'm not quite sure that I shouldn't be put off with something he did or said. I was still out of breath but managed to mutter, "Willie, that was better than "fun"... that was freaking awesome. You're one hot boy, Willie." I dropped my cargo shorts, which had a soaked-through cum stain on the front, and then my jockey underwear that was loaded with cum in the front panel... stepped away from Willie and put them in the dirty clothes hamper.

I'd taken a step toward my bedroom, Willie was washing that finger he'd had up my ass, he said, "How about you hold off putting anything on till after you shave my pubes and, ya know... maybe suck me off too, like ya did last time. I'd like you naked when you do it... well, when you do both things." His words seemed like he was asking if it was OK with me to do what he suggested... the way he said it though, that was closer to "instructions" for me, or an "order" I was to follow and this seemed to be the reverse of the way he use to go about things between us. The manner in which he said he'd like me to stay naked gave me pause. I looked at him with my head a little tilted to the side, a questioning look on my face... I was trying to decide if I was put off by the way Willie had said that... he looked at me a second and then sheepishly added, "Please..." He didn't say please in a sarcastic way, rather... in a way that meant ...please ...and that made it seem OK. I said, "Sure, Willie" as I unbuttoned my shirt. Then, wearing only my sandals, I pulled his shorts and boxer underwear off. Willie took a hand towel off the towel rack to put on the chilly toilet seat lid and sat down with kind of a grin on his face... if I looked him in the eye he did a little head nod up and down as if to say I was doing fine, keep it up... and then he gave me an encouraging smile. Oh, what the hell, I'm not going to make a big deal out of this. I smiled back and leaned down to him for a wet kiss. Damn, I love his lips!

When the water in the tap was warm I wet a washcloth and soaked his pubic stubble, applied shaving cream and carefully shaved his crotch. Willie wasn't a hairy boy and there wasn't the need to shave his balls... no hair on his ass either. All done I rinsed him off and then dried his crotch... it looked almost shiny. Feeling around the area and looking in his eyes he mouthed "Thank you". Then he stood up, took the same washcloth I'd just used and vigorously scrubbed his ass crack... then dried it with the hand towel he'd been sitting on. "I want you to do something new tonight... I mean, I hope you'll do something new for me tonight. Will you, Dylan... do something for me tonight that's new?" He looked so cute with just his shirt on, his long limp dick swaying, and his begging smile... kind of a pleading look. I said, "You bet, Willie. Anything you want." He wanted me to do what the Marine had done to me... it's called rimming. Willie didn't call it that though... he called it "what Larry insist I do for him at Prep school about every other day. You lick from the back of my ball to my hole... Larry says that short stretch of skin really feels good being rubbed or licked... so that's what I want you to do too. OK?"

I bit my lip because, when the Marine did it to me, I remembered thinking that I might do that kind of thing for Chubby, but not for anyone else. It did feel fantastic having my ass rimmed of course, and now that I've come to know Willie so well I thought I owed it to him to at least try... so I nodded my head "OK". That much established, Willie did that little head nod again indicating I was still doing fine, and then added, "And, I want you to pay special attention to licking my hole, and all along between my buttocks, and right over my hole again.... try to get the tip of your tongue, at least the tip, up inside me. That will get me wicked hard and then you get to suck me off after that. OK, Dylan? ... Oh, and Larry wants no talking when I'm doing it so how about you don't talk either. OK?" I said, "If you mention Larry's name one more time, Willie, you and me ain't doing anything together". He immediately became very conciliatory and apologized profusely for sounding bossy and for mentioning his roommate, who's name, by the way, will never come up again "and please excuse my insensitivity about that"... it went like that. He sounded sincere and the hurt look on his face convinced me that it was just Willie being Willie... he hasn't had a good roll model in his entire life. I keep forgetting that, and I was mad at myself for acting like such a prick... sometimes Willie just doesn't know any better. I said I was sorry for snapping at him and we hugged... Willie did long kisses on the side of my face until my dick started firming up again. After a bit he asked, "Do you think we can try any of that, you know that thing with my rear end... licking and all? Please?" I nodded and said, "Yeah, let's try it, but it does sound a little, you know... gross." Willie assured me it wasn't gross.

Well, he'd done it to whats-his-name so I'll give it a try for Willie. He was turned around now leaning over, his elbows on a towel resting on the counter next to the sink. "You probably need to get down on your knees, Dylan. To get under me and all..." On my knees I looked at his buttocks, up close for the first time. Willie was longish from head to foot, but his ass wasn't. He had two plump melons for his buttocks... firm and pink. I tentatively put my nose on his left buttocks and it smelled like Willie... I'm crazy about the Willie smell. Using both hands I spread his cheeks and there was his hole... it looked small... it was hairless and it was very clean. He'd just cleaned it so of course it's clean. I sniffed his hole and... nothing, no shit smell at all. His ass and his asshole looked cute actually... just like the rest of Willie. I licked both his buttocks... no taste. Licking right across his hole produced the same result... no taste. I licked down at the bottom of his crack all the way up, over his hole, and up to his back. The next pass I stretched my neck to first lick the back of his nut sac and then from his hole to his nut sac... and then I did it repeatedly for about ten swipes and Willie goes, "Jesus, that feels awesome, Dylan. Keep doing it... with more tongue pressure if you can." My saliva activated some subtle taste of Willie and he already had smelled good so it got to be quite enjoyable. I liked giving him pleasure.

In three minutes though, my tongue was aching... even so, his ass crack was slippery with my spit by now and guess what... I came to the conclsion that it's sexy as hell to lick your boyfriends clean ass with him humming at the pleasure. "Oh, Dylan... do my asshole more" and I actually did get my tongue tip in, but it wasn't easy and, like I said, my tongue was aching at the back and underneath it. I had a firmed-up penis and Willie's was totally boned by now so I said, "I can't do that anymore Willie, my fucking tongue is going to tear out of my mouth. He goes, "Oh, I loved the way that feels. Do something, exercises or something, to strengthen your tongue Dylan, I'll want this ass tonguing on a regular basis now." and he laughed a little laugh before straightening up and turning around. "Just stay down there, OK?" he said that as he stroked his long boner a few times. Willie took a long inhale and exhale and said, "Whoa, this is wicked awesome. Wow! Get sucking, Dylan, and do that throat thing too".

OK, he's acting like Larry a little bit again, but it doesn't happen much anymore so I let it slide. Besides, I can't lie to myself... Willie's boner was spectacular... sticking absolutely straight out from his shaved pubic area... like a pink pole. I really liked sucking his cock... what can I say. I held it in my fist, down near his crotch, and sucked on just the head till he goes, "Oh my God, Dylan... you're so good at this". He was squirming already and I took that long pole down my throat then... and swallowed and swallowed till he was pulling the short hairs of my flattop and puffing out breaths as he went up and down on his toes. Then I kept the cock head between my lips, up against my full wet sloppy tongue, and stroke his long shaft six or seven times and his hips start humping and I stroke some more and he fires a lot of cum in my mouth... some down my throat, but some gets up my nasal passages and it's the Marine's blow job all over again. Willie's second blast of creamy cum gets sucked up and blown out both my nostrils... a cum bubble was blowing out my right nostril as the first cum and mucus stream was running down my lips and around the shaft of his cock.

It's the need for oxygen that made me back off his boner, well the need for oxygen and a touch of panic too. I had to blow really hard out both nostrils to get a sneeze of cum flying out... I'm coughing and blowing more cum from my mouth and nose. Willie's stroking his boner getting drools of cum, moaning and grunting with pleasure. He finally leans back against the sink and breathing hard says, "That was so fabulous... what a climax I had with that, Dylan. You're the best cocksucker ever, dude... the friggin best ever. Oh my God" and he stroked his cock fast a half dozen times. I was blowing my nose into a handful of toilet paper by then. It's hard to get cum as creamy as Willie's out of my sinus cavity entirely... I finally managed it, but I felt beat up by the time I was done. "Let's jump in the shower real quick, Dylan. OK? Come on man, you got cum smeared on ya from your balls to your eyebrows". So I got busy turning on the shower, testing the temperature of the water and stepping under the spay... all without speaking. Willie follows me in and puts his arms around me, "Everything alright? Something wrong?" he asked me, speaking real low and worried sounding. I just said, "No, I'm OK... that's such a freaky thing to happen though... cum in my nose and all". Willie turned on the concern and said the nicest things to me, hugging me and the two of us swaying under the shower... we were there for ten minutes and by then I felt mellow and special. Willie can make me feel special and I think it's special that he actually feels he wants to go to the trouble to do it too...

We got out... Willie dried me off like I was a little kid. Dried himself off and, both of us still naked, used my Mom's hairdryer to get our flattops just right. "I saw that your friend at the movies was wearing his hair like we do Dylan... I forget his name though" I reminded him of Robbie's name and we talked about that a little. Willie was sort of inspecting my body and, like most people, he commented on my muscles... bicep muscles. He said he loved the feel of my ass and we hugged naked as he told me how much he loved me... again. As we were getting dressed he said, "Later, at my house, I'm going to really get that hickey back up to size... my boyfriend should always be wearing my hickey. And, that necklace is so cool... maybe I should get myself one too so we'd both be wearing the same thing." By the time we were in his convertible I felt so good... real sexually satisfied for the moment and a little bit in love... I think.

We drove to the Mall a little too fast to suit me... Willie had to run to make his appointment at the Apple "Genius" counter. He needed to have his MacBook checked out. I lagged behind looking around to see if I could spot Chubby. Sure enough, down from The Apple store was a kiosk selling all sorts of cheap jewelry with a sign "free ear piercing with ear stud purchase" and there was Rickie pointing a finger and chastising a kid who looked to be about his age... one of his window washer boys undoubtedly. Ricky Ortiz is a good looking Hispanic kid... he's about my height, five foot ten inches, but much wider and bigger. Not fat, but rather, built like a football player. Nice brown hair, now worn in a recent buzz cut... he looked older than Chubby or me... much more macho looking too. Quite an advanced beard development too, one that he maintained at a purposely scruffy five o'clock shadow look. He doesn't look like someone you'd chose to fuck with unless you were really looking for trouble. Then I spotted Chubby sitting on a bench by himself. All the window washer boys are kind of border line cases... two high school drop outs and a third kid who is in our grade, but always getting in trouble. Then there's the macho, bully... Ricky, and the last window washer boy is Chubby. Chubby doesn't belong with that group... no way.

For some reason Rickie had gone out of his way to get Chubby on the crew... got his father, who's the forman for all the window washer crews, and a partner in the company, to pick Chubby ahead of others on the waiting list. It's looking like he's got a thing for my little five foot six inch, hundred and fifteen pound best friend. How big a "thing" I don't know, but Chubby doesn't look happy. Whoever it was Rickie was yelling at was sent on his way to do Rickie's errant. I saw an older looking kid getting his ear pierced... a very fat, young-looking girl was sticking a needed through this kid's earlobe... right through into a cork on the other side... then the stud went through the little cut to maintain the opening until it healed. The kid looked pale... Rickie sneered and said something that made the newly pierced kid hang his head. Then Rickie pointed at Chubby and wiggled his fingers for Chubby to get over there. I saw a familiar look on Chubby's face... it said, "this sucks and so do you" he used it on assholes at various times. I don't think that's what Rickie thought it meant though. When Chubby didn't get over to Rickie fast enough to suit him, Rickie took three steps toward Chubby, got him by the back of the neck to pull him roughly toward the kiosk... all the time shouting at him. Chubby's face was dark red. That sort of behavior embarrassed Chubby no end... he didn't like strangers walking by in the Mall seeing him treated this way. Rickie smacked the back of Chubby's buzzed head and when Chubby turned around quickly Rickie pointed his finger at Chubby and said something that made Chubby back down.

Watching this without going to help Chubby wasn't easy, but I knew I'd make it worse if I got involved. Just letting Chubby know I saw this would make it much worse for him so I drifted down to the Apple Store feeling sick to my stomach. I know we have our goal... we want our drivers license, but at what price? Then I had a nice thought, this was Chubby's last day of work for two full weeks. We'll have a blast in Wildwood and forget all about this stuff for awhile. When we get back we'll already be more than half way to our goal. That's all true enough, but I couldn't get that look of embarrassment on Chubby's face out of my mind.

There was a Bertucci restaurant in the Mall and after Willie was done at The Apple store we ate there. All through our dinner Willie kept asking me what's wrong... did he do something to upset me... did I feel OK... and that kind of thing. It wasn't really fair to Willie, but I used that moment of his concern for me... I thought it would be the perfect time to slip in the info about me going on vacation with my family for two weeks starting tomorrow morning. I said I was very sad I wouldn't see him for two weeks and could he come down to Wildwood for a few days so we could be together. He couldn't have been more accommodating and said he'd make arrangements at a Motel his father was part owner of and then call my cell phone to tell me when he'd be down. After that I tried my best to act cheery, but I don't think I completely fooled Willie. I had to believe he was under the impression my gloomy mood was strictly because of my concern that we'd be apart.... that's what I meant when I said it's not really being fair to him. In the Mall parking lot, in the car.... Willie put the top up. We made out for ten minutes or so. I swear that boy can really get me hot... I felt better afterward. As we drove into Boston, Willie told me he'd never tasted anything as delicious as me... he's always saying sweet stuff like that to me and I don't mind admitting those things make me feel good.

The concert was great. The warm weather, with a nice breeze blowing off the water... it was an exciting energetic evening at the Bank of America Pavilion with The Plain White Ts performing. Maybe too many young screaming girls for either Willie or my taste... and maybe if some of, or even one of the Ts could have been just a touch cuter... that would have added to the experience. Willie and I walked around outside the open-sided tent, before, and after, the concert... there are lots of food and beverage and T shirt stands. We were "rating" young guys we saw walking by for levels of cuteness. Willie bought us both a Plain White Ts Tee shirt and baseball cap with their logo on it. All the time, naturally... Willie had his arm around my waist as we walked. I was use to the stares by now. Willie taught me something important... you can't please everyone... why worry about what people you don't know and will most likely never see again, why care what they think about you. Good point, but not always easy to pull off. I was so fond of Willie by now though that I'd much rather please him than any of the people I passed by. As for Willie... I'm convinced he really wasn't even aware of these strangers... totally oblivious to them.

After the concert we went back to Willie's. He drank a beer and to be sociable I forced one down too and we listened to the CD of The Plain White Ts that Willie had bought on our way out of the concert. After that Willie undressed me and when he was undressed we climbed under the covers on his bed and he got me so hot from making out and then sucking my cock I thought I'd have my second spontaneous climax of the night, but just short of that Willie got me on my hands and knees and fucked me on top of his bed, doggy style this time, and I shot a good load of teen cum on his bedspread... he shot his up my ass and then really monkey-fucked me for two minutes till I was hard again. We lay in his bed under the covers and hugged and made out some more until Willie's boner was as hard as I've ever felt a boner get. He fucked me this time as I lay on my side and I thought nothing had ever felt that good... but then, I usually think that when Willie's fucking me. I wanted to stay for a third go round, but Willie insisted we get to my place at the time I originally requested.. one o'clock in the morning. I was heading to Wildwood New Jersey tomorrow morning with Chubby my Mom and Chubby's Mom.

Outside my condo in his car, Willie held both my hands and made me promise to be "true" to him, "Dylan, if we're to continue not using condoms you must be faithful to me. You're my boyfriend and I must insist on that. I promise not to leave you on your own for two full weeks, I'll arrange my schedule to make it down there for a few days. OK?" and he hugged me and told me how much he loved me. Whispering in my ear now he said, "I'll get a nice room in a good Wildwood motel and fuck you all night... so there isn't any need for you to worry yourself about that. Lean over here now" and he held my head in both hands and sucked on the old, almost invisible hickey from Tuesday night... he sucked on it for quite a while. I was squirming and saying, "that stings Willie... that's enough" he pulled his mouth away at one point and sternly said, "quiet down Dylan, and stay still" and then he went back to sucking until I thought I'd scream. When he was through... he flicked on the interior car lights for a few seconds to look at his work and said, "It's OK for now... we can do a better one at the shore. Come on, I'll walk you to your door".

I know, I know... he's being his version of dominant, but it's harmless enough. Oh my God, the boners he gives me and all the stuff he buys me and all the love he shows... I'll let him have his allusion of dominance. It's minor stuff. Willie sincerely thinks he doing the right thing for me, he means no harm. At the door Willie says, "Damn, I hate saying goodbye Dylan... we had our Saturday and Tuesday nights set up so good... and now we have two weeks of uncertainty. Don't get that worried look on your face, I already promised I'll be down to see ya for sure. Here, get your kiss goodnight" and he cupped the back of my head and gave me a good wet kiss on my lips and a long kiss on the side of my forehead and then he whispered, "I love you". He turned and walked down the steps... I think he had a tear or two in his voice, if you know that sound. He got in his car and drove away. I had a semi boner again, then... smelling a cigarette I turned around to see Chubby walking down the sidewalk.

How much did he see, I wondered? Chubby was still half a block away... if Willie had me facing down that way I'd have seen Chubby as far away as three blocks. I thought of Willie's kiss... especially the long one on my forehead. My face got bright red as Chubby gave me a strange look, then flicking his cigarette butt all the way across the street... he said,

to be continued..........

Dylan's Dilemma Part 9 "Wildwood Vacation" ....is an "email only" chapter meaning I'm not posting it, but I'll gladly email it directly and individually to anyone requesting it. This will give me a clue about future chapters... or maybe a clue that I need to think up a new story. Either way is fine with me. Thanks for the interest of you emailers thus far... I sincerely hope you are enjoying Dylan's adventure.

Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com