Dylans Freshman Year

DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR

Chapter 8

by Donny Mumford

You'd think after living almost everyday of my life with Chubby that I'd be used to him, sorta take him for granted maybe, but no, that's not the case.

It takes my breath away when I look up and see Chubby standing in front of me stark naked, and no matter that I've seen him naked a few thousand times it still startles me. He's such an integral and intricate part of my life I made up a word for it, Chubby's an intrical part of my life. A life without him is inconceivable; with him it's breathtaking at the best of times, and never boring at the worst of times. I felt this same way as a little boy before sexual matters mattered, like they do now. Being total sexually innocent back then makes me think of the old joke Connors tells of the little boy in his bath playing with his pricklet and tiny balls. The little boy holds up his package asking his mom, "Mommy, are these my brains?" and his mom answers, "Not yet, dear."

Feeling a boner coming on I look away from Chubby' naked self, and try for nonchalance, mumbling, "Okay, lets go into the bathroom." As awesome as Chubby is naked, at the moment I'm more concerned about his state of mind. He says he's feeling 'off' and while he doesn't appear to be experiencing depression, what do I know... maybe it's the beginnings of depression, or maybe you can't always tell from exterior indicators if a person's depressed, so it's a worry.

To keep Chubby company in his nakedness I take my pajamas off as soon as we're in the bathroom, then unconsciously fondle my dick, while saying, "It's not like I want to pry, but is there anything you want to talk about, you know... regarding why you feel your life is 'off ' ?" Chubby shakes his head, saying, "Ah... I don't think so, Dylan. Maybe if we just turn back the clock to yester-year for a while that'll snap me out of my funk." Taking a comb off the vanity I get right in front of him and comb through his new faux mohawk hairdo, asking, "Did you want to try this new hairstyle because you're in a funk?" Chubby's like, "Yeah, partly. Pretty lame, huh?" I go, "No, not at all; a change in appearance has been known to pull a person out of a funk, as well as raise his IQ as much as twenty points." He mutters, "What a crock of shit," but then chuckles, and says, "Let's get this party started!" I plug in the trimmer clippers, saying, "Roger that, captain," and then roll-up the bathroom throw rug, kneel on the tile floor, click on the trimmers, and without further ado begin running the trimmers up Chubby's leg. I start with his calf, my left hand holding onto the back of his thigh for some support... mostly I just like the feel of his leg. Chubby's kinda short at five feet, six inches, but his legs somehow look long. Great legs too, hard calf muscles and smooth, long, thin thighs. Chubby makes a wheezy sound when exhaling, then clasps his hands together near his crotch... on-guard perhaps. I continue to steadily run the trimmer/clipper over his leg and Chubby begins making a soft whispery sound blowing air through an 'O' he's made with his lips. Shuffling his feet his body seems to be shimmering and it's really quite a sexy thing to be a part of.

Chubby's always liked being touched, so much so that he's developed this thing where he'll sometimes pretend that he doesn't like it at all to cover-up the fact that he's lovin' it. Ha ha, aren't we teenagers weird about some things? Yeah, but it's ain't easy to constantly be experiencing new things and discovering the best way to handling these new things at the same time... that's our daily struggle as we grow-up.

The quiet sound of the trimmer's motor echoes in the bathroom, but that's the only sound besides Chubby's airy, whispery breathing sounds. Actually it's not really necessary to use the trimmers on his legs, I just do it because I like doing it. Short, pale hairs are buzzed off one calf, and then I do the other. Then a slow rub up and down his legs with the palms of both my hands as if I'm checking to see where I missed a spot. Truth is, I'm just 'perving' on the feel of his legs. The real shaving will be done with shaving cream and a Gillette Fusion ProGlide razor. I discovered how awesome that razor is at Willie's place when he had me to shave his pubes. Done with Chubby's legs I click off the trimmers, and say, "Sit on the toilet seat, Chubby, and I'll check your feet." His shoulders actually shudder at the mention of his feet, and as he sits the tip of his pink tongue comes out and travels around his lips, "Oh, sure... good idea, Dylan," he mumbles, as I pick-up his left foot and massage it between both hands, then bring it to my lips to kiss the sole and lick behind his toes.

Chubby trembles and pulls on his cock. The right foots receives the same treatment with Chubby squirming on the toilet seat makes grunting sounds, continuing to play with himself. Grabbing toenail clippers from the vanity I begin meticulously inspecting the nail on each toe, one by one, before cutting them. When the toenails on his left foot are trimmed just right, I use a small Emery board to file off the sharp edges of each nail, and do so with ridiculous attention to detail. Obviously very few teenagers would go to this much trouble with their toenails, and I certainly don't with my own, but this is about Chubby's foot fetish, not toenails. Finished with all ten toes, I look up at Chubby and ask in a phonily serious manner, "Would you like toenail polish?" Chubby's face is red and he's panting from the effects caused by my handling of his feet, but still he knows I'm joking about the nail polish so he forces a smile, and grunts out, "Absolutely! Ya got something in a nice dark red?" His cock is a full blown boner by now of course, and after trying for humor pretending he wants red toenail polish he puffs out his cheeks and blows out a lot of air, his chest expands to it's limits, and he begins stroking the foreskin on and off the head of his boner. I smile at him and pat the back of his calf, saying, "How 'bout standing up again and I'll get rid of those pubes. He nods his head, strokes his boner one last time, and gets up, mumbling, "That was great, Dylan... thanks." His penis bobs as he stands and a drip of precum drops from the slit of his boned-up dick wetting a spot on the bathroom floor with a subtle 'splat' sound.

Retrieving the electric trimmers and clicking them on I kneel in front of Chubby, and say, "Spread you legs more, Chubby," then, "A little more," and when he's spread out wide, his balls dangling below his hard cock, I slowly reach up with my free hand and push his cock and balls to one side, then run the trimmer through his dark, soft, curly pubic hairs. As the trimmer runs through the first area Chubby leans over a little to put a hand on each of my shoulders while blowing air noisily through his nose; he's extremely aroused. His dick is like a steel nail under my hand, a dripping steel nail. Chubby lets a quiet moan slip between his lips and his hands squeeze my shoulders, but I don't look up or do anything to acknowledge this heightened state of arousal because it might embarrass him. We've done the most unusually intimate things together, things he wouldn't do with anyone but me, but still there's a point where we'd even embarrass each other if we pointed out the other's sexual circumstance; in this case, Chubby's near orgasmic condition. To avoid making him feel uncomfortable I act as if nothing unusual is happening. Another run up through his pubes with the trimmer causes a fluffy flurry of curly hairs to float free, drifting to the tile floor. Chubby quietly grunts, squeezes my shoulders tighter, and his whole body again shudders and shakes. Running the trimmers directly above his cock creates a shower of severed pubic hairs falling over my hand that's protecting his boner and balls, a hundred little tickles on the back of my hand before drifting to the tile floor joining their brothers. Now I push his privates to the sheared side of his groin and run the trimmers through his remaining pubic hairs and it's all over too quickly so I do a second run pretending I missed a hair here or there. The trimmers vibrate against the skin of Chubby's belly adding to the pleasurable sensations he's receiving and it has him blowing out another long exhale, followed by a few groans, then he breathlessly says, "That looks so cool, don't ya think?" I nod, mumbling, "Oh yeah!" as I realize I'm half boned-up myself. Neither of us mentions our erections. I stand then and use the palm of my hand to dust across his pubic patch supposedly dislodging random severed hairs, then I do it a couple of more time feeling comfortable now that I've a right to touch here. Chubby goes from one foot to the other grunting; his dick's so hard it barely moves. I find myself staring at this hard four inches, my friend's fine penis and, on a whim, I kneel down again and take his dick in my hand, saying, "It'll be easier to hold onto if it's harder," as if it could get any harder. "Chubby frowns, but can't resist more of my attention to his sensitive organ, muttering "Yeah, I guess," then, with the words sticking in his throat, he croaks out, "Why don'tcha put it in your mouth," then he forces a chuckle as if he's kidding, but my mouth closes over his cock before he even finishes his phony chuckle. The second my mouth's closes on his cock, my penis grows into it's maximum size, a hard six inches of boner, and I groan with pleasure feeling my balls churning spunk. Chubby's gasping, digging his fingers into my shoulders, but not moving away. I cup his balls in one hand and use my thumb, forefinger, and middle finger of the other to stroke the foreskin on and off the head of his wonderful cock while sucking on the head of it, my nose pressed into his belly.

This lasts less then a minute, Chubby's going, "Nah, no Dylan... stop," just as I'm tasting a long string of his precum. I do as he asks pulling off his hard cock, which is now dripping with my saliva and another precum bubble that's expanding from the slit. Chubby's face is as flushed as mine and our eyes shine as I hold his hard cock in my fist looking up at Chubby for instructions. Breathing deeply, he gasps, "Please, bro... I asked you not to get too-too gay, alright?" I nod, and say, "Yeah, but this isn't too-too gay... it's only too gay, one too." He smiles a real smile this time and steps back, so I let go of his boner, which is still hard enough to stick straight out from his groin. In a comical way, he goes, "Can we move on to the shaving part of tonight festivities, please?" I pretend I'm confused, "You mean we're done with the 'sucking' part of the festivities already?" He goes, "Yep! That was my mistake; I should know better than to joke about that with you." Then, to show me everything is good, he leans down to help me stand up, saying, "It was a surprisingly delightful experience for me though." Concealing a grin, I go, "Me too," and turn on the sink's hot water, testing it until it's just the right warmth; then I soak a washcloth in it and wash down Chubby crotch area, then his legs. Even though I can't see a hair of any kind on his thighs I'm shaving them too, we always do. It's sexy spreading the shaving cream on Chubby's leg, massaging the creamy substance up under his balls, then with both my hands I encircle and rub up and down his leg to ensure the shaving cream soaks the few hair stubble left by the trimmer. My boner bobs around as I wash my hands under the tap, then pick up the ProGlide razor and begin shaving Chubby's legs. Let me tell ya, that razor glides like it's name... so smooth. I shave carefully... I'm taking my time because I don't want to nick him, but mostly because I like doing this and going slowly stretches it out. One leg done, the procedure is repeated for the other, and then it's time to do his pubic patch. As I rub shaving cream around his cock and balls l slide my hand up his short boner every now and then, while at the same time my other hand is lightly massaging his nuts. His cock, sticking straight out from his shaving-cream-covered groin, looks longer than normal... that's because there are no pubic hairs around the base of the shaft hiding some of it's length. I'm sure this longer appearance is what Chubby was referring to when he said shaved pubes look cool. I draw the razor up from his thigh to the top of his pubic patch leaving a path behind that's as hairless as it was the day he was born. Then another swipe, and another... then, moving his boner and balls to the left, I shave the right side. This process is over way too quickly too, and when I look up at Chubby he looks back breathing in noisy quick pants, biting his bottom lip and making quiet, almost pathetic sounds of desperation, so I take a chance. The palm of my hand pushes his cock to one side of his groin, then the other, and when I hear no complaint I close my fist and begin stroking the foreskin up to cover half the swollen, dripping head of his cock, then back just the way he's been doing it himself earlier. My eyes stay on his as I stroke his cock again, then again, and finally I'm into a stroking rhythm that has Chubby grunting more loudly now, and soon he's thrusting his hairless crotch with subtle hip movements, his hands on my shoulders again. I'd love to suck him off but he's already said that was too-too gay. I would have thought the other thing we could do with his boner would be the too-too gay thing, but apparently that's elevated into the "too-too-too gay" category.

Now he's going up on his toes with each stroke of his cock's foreskin, rocking his body slightly forward and back making squeaky sounds in his throat, his eyes as tightly closed as his lips. I know he's gonna blow any second, and then he does; with a long hissing sound that sounds like, "Shssssssssss", a long string of spunk shoots from his boner, flies over my shoulder, and dully plop against a towel hanging off the towel rack. Still stroking him I stand up and shuffle behind Chubby with an arm around his waist pulling him back into me, my boner's pointing up squished between his buttocks and my belly. Quickly giving his cock two more strokes, the side of my face against the side of his head, and out comes another awesome string of creamy cum. Chubby begins banging the back of his head past the side of my head to hit against my shoulder; his mouth's open now as he's breathing raggedly between louder and louder grunts of pleasure. His hip thrust out and another string of creamy spunk shoots from his cock followed by four small spurts, then white shiny drools as he settles back down off his toes and lulls back into me so that I'm almost holding him up. After ten seconds or so, I ask, "You okay, Chub?" and he nods his head, starts to say something that catches in his throat, then he manages to sputter, "That was too-too gay too," and I chuckle quietly because I can tell he's half joking. I ask, "How long do I gotta hold you up?" He straightens up, muttering, "You gay boys don't embarrass all that easily, do ya?" I go, "Not with you I don't, but other than with you I get embarrassed about every ten minutes... you know that." He turns around and grins at me, saying, "Yeah, I know. I just said that 'cause I'm embarrassed about having an orgasm like that... it's like I'm a horny thirteen year old who's just discovered jerking off." He's got the washcloth now wiping cum drippings from his legs, but I take it from him, rinse it out, and then properly wipe down all the areas I'd just shaved. With my boner losing it's hardness and Chubby's already flaccid, I say, "Chubby, please, get real. Saying you're embarrassed around me makes me feel bad, dude... you and me never need to be embarrassed about anything we do together!" He's breathing regularly again, seemingly more relaxed, as he says, "Yeah, you're right, but it's like we haven't been spending much time together, just us two, so it's not exactly like it used to be... ya know?" I go, "Uh huh, but we can fix that." He rubs my head lightly with both hands, like he's messing-up my hair which ya can't really do with hair as short as mine, and says, "I don't know if we can, actually... it's so much more complicated than it used to be." I stand-up, saying, "All done; now it's my turn," as I rub my fingertip on his shaved belly. "Feel good?" Chubby asks, and I say "You bet," then we spontaneously hug each other so tightly it almost knocks the wind out of me. It's the weirdest thing, I didn't even know I was going to do it; we just did it simultaneously... it had to be an exchange of some subconscious signal we've developed over the years, something that we're not even aware of ourselves. Chubby's startled by the unexpected show of affection too, but we squeeze each other for a quick second hug, then lean back grinning at one another.

After an awkward few seconds, Chubby's backing away a step or two, asking, "Where'd ya put the trimmers?" Then he proceeds to do for me exactly what I'd done for him, minus the jerk off and extra fondling. I don't make a big deal of those oversights because he'd gone along with a lot of stuff I like already, so I'm good going along with whatever Chubby feels comfortable with the rest of the way. After sharing a shower, our second one of the day, we sleep together in my twin bed like Chubby agreed to do earlier today. We both wear a pair of my pajamas from a number of pairs we rounded-up from Chubby's bedroom. As we do that we're relaxed, goofin' on each other a little bit, especially about the 'stolen' jammies. The joking isn't forced at all, it's relaxed like the old days, and really nice. In bed I get Chubby in my arms with my lips against his ear, asking, "Seriously, Chubby... was today a good day for you?" He goes, "The best day I've had in over a year. How 'bout you?" I immediately agree, then ask, "What'd ya mean when you said you don't know if we can be close like we used to be?" He says, "Um, I didn't mean it like that. You and me will forever be the closest friends the world has ever known; I meant our lives are too complicated for us to ever be as big a part of each others' lives as we used to be; we'll never be able to be together 24/7 like we once were, not even close." I go, "Oh... yeah, I guess." He rustles around under the sheets until he's facing me, then asks me, "What kind of gay boy are you? No kiss goodnight?" I know he's saying that for my benefit, not because he wants a kiss, but so what... that makes it even more special! I kiss him gently on the lips, then go back for a wet one, with some tongue. Chubby says, "Thanks for today, it's made me feel better." I ask, "Ya still feel your life's off kilter?" He squeezes my hand, saying, "Yeah, but it's not off kilter as much as it was yesterday, thanks to you." That sure makes me feel good. Chubby then tries to get some space for himself in the small bed but I won't hear of it and we fall asleep in each others arms.

Next morning I wake up with a funny feeling about yesterday. Chubby's still sleeping, and as I stare at him I worry that he's not quite right somehow which makes me think back to the window washer boys days when he was in an intolerable situation for over a year before confiding in me. Is there something like that going on now? If so, I can't for the life of me imagine what it might be, unless it's what I initially thought: that maybe he's fighting with himself about a sexual identity crisis. Obviously he's determined to have girlfriends and spend a lots of time with whichever one is 'it' at the moment, and if he's just faking with that for some reason, and really doesn't wants to be doing it... whoa, that's gotta be taking a tremendous amount of his energy... plus, it can't be any fun at all, and that will just suck if it's the case. Is Chubby yearning to be himself rather than this macho stud boy he's trying to be, and if so, what might being himself be: gay, bisexual, straight? And, how many times have I gone over this very dilemma in my mind... about a thousand? I know better than to bring it up to Chubby because he won't give me a straight answer... or a gay answer, for that matter... heh heh. No, it's no laughing matter actually, he might be very stressed about this... or maybe it's something else entirely. Chubby flips over, almost flopping off the bed, then nestles against me... awwww, that's nice. Oh my God is he so fucking cute! Then I form this big question in my head: was last night the beginning of a newfound closeness for Chubby and me, or his farewell tour of our old lives together? I really don't know which way to go with that. It's troubling though, and for some reason it makes me nervous. Maybe change of any kind makes me nervous, especially any kind of change involving Chubby.

Laying in bed worrying about Chubby is getting me nowhere so I get up and begin my bathroom routine, then get dressed as Chubby's rolling out of bed, mumbling, "Good mornin', Dylan," and then into the bathroom he goes, closing the door behind him. Hmmmm? I stare at the bathroom door for a minute, then walk over and open it to find Chubby sitting on the toilet. He yells, "DYLAN!!" and I'm like, "Yes? I'm right here..." which makes Chubby laugh, "Yes, I can see you're right here, but why is that? Why are you here?" I say, "Because I'm not sure how to take your 'good-morning' greeting. Was it a happy greeting or a routine one or a pissed-off one?" He gets serious, and says, "I'll be fine, Dylan... really, bro. I'm good, and thanks for caring." He's sincere so we bump fists, I nod at him and back out, feeling better about things. Chubby closes the door again, probably harder than he needed to. I pause for a second, listening, then say through the bathroom door, "I'll get our coffees, okay?" Chubby's like, "Cool... do it," sounding like he'd appreciate if I left him alone to do his business, which I do. Driving to Dunkin' Donuts I'm feeling a little better where Chubby's concerned. He was sweet to reassure me that he's fine, but there's still a strong possibility he's troubled about something, which apparently he doesn't want me worrying about. All I can do is be alert for a change in his attitude, then if need be I'll sit him down and force it out of him. But, on the other hand, I'm hoping he's actually telling me the truth that he is in fact fine. I park the Jeep thinking about all the Sunday mornings I walked here for our coffees; that was before we bought the Jeep. As soon as I'm around the corner from the parking lot I recognize someone standing outside the restaurant smoking a cigarette, minding his own business. Walking quietly up behind him I say, in an authoritative voice, "Are you old enough to smoke, sonny boy?" and he turns around quickly, a sneer on his lips like he's ready to throw a smart-ass comment in my direction. I smile at him, and he's like, "OH! It's my sexual advisor! Hi, Dylan!" and we hug. It's Ray Ellis, Elliot's younger brother. He's growing into a hot young stud. I ask, "Ya need any advise about your sexual orientation?" Ray steps on his cigarette butt, saying, "Oh, I outgrew that, Dylan." I ask, "Wha'd you decide?" and he's like, "Well, my brothers a queer, and you're at least bi, so I'm somewhere in between you two." I go, "Huh?" He's always been quite a confident boy even though he's not quite sure what he's confident about. He taps me on my chest, saying, "You and I had a couple of very interesting experiments and while you benefited as much as me, it was what I needed at the time... so I owe ya." I go, "Oh goody, ya wanna buy my coffees for me?" He laughs, and says, "I don't owe ya money, dummy... I owe ya a sexual favor. You can collect that favor when it's convenient for both of us, but not now 'cause here comes my mother." I look up and see Mrs. Ellis coming out the door carrying a box of donuts, she sees me too, and calls out, "Well, Dylan... how nice to see you! Elliot mentioned you just last night." I go, "Hi, Mrs. Ellis... how is Elliot?" She's next to Ray and me now, handing Ray the box, she says, "He's good... he and Jay are skiing today though... he'll be sorry he missed you." I say, "Yeah, me too although I hooked-up with him a few weeks ago, say hi for me though." Then, looking at Ray, I go. "Right, I'll pick up that thing next time I'm home, maybe. Awesome seeing you, Ray!" and we do the quick hug and handshake thing. As I'm walking into Dunkin' Donuts I hear Mrs. Ellis asking, "Were you smoking again, Raymond?" He's like, "No way, ma, it's Dylan's smoke you smell," and I can't hear the rest. It's so perfectly like Ray to think my reward for helping him is I get to blow him, or he gets to fucked me up the ass... hee hee. He's a character alright... and both of those things, I just mentioned, ain't so bad anyway, now that I think about it. And, just like that I recall Ray's body odor, as in BO, when he's naked. It's the opposite of the personal odors of Robby and Chubby, and a couple of others. Ray's almost offensive body odor registers in my brain as being on the borderline of sexy and slightly gross, and I grab my crotch standing in line for coffees... Ray Ellis, damn! That kid is another one who's got my number, in more ways than one.

Back at the condo with the coffees I find that Chubby's up and raring to go, seemingly his old self. We start the breakfast by squeezing fresh orange juice from naval oranges while talking about a few of our classmates at Merrimack. Chubby's like, "That toad Artie Baxter is such a freshasaurus!" I go, "Yeah, he's giving us freshmen a bad name. How can he be so clueless? I mean, we're almost done the first half of the last semester." Chubby turns off the juicer, and says, "That should be enough OJ for the four of us, nothing like fresh squeezed!" I'm still dumping on Artie, I go, " Baxter's a real mouse potato too. He must spend ten hours a day on his PC." Chubby's lost interest in Artie, and says, "Yo, I got a text from Ears Henderson when you were getting the coffees. He and his buddy Scott were doing too much 'front loading' before Tracy's Saturday beer party yesterday, drunk before they got to the party and then got drunker and around midnight wound-up at a party in a trailer park in Peabody with bikers. They managed to sneak away but had to walk a few miles down route 1 at two o'clock in the morning calling everyone they knew, trying to get a ride home... ya know. Finally Sally Mc Dermott saved their asses." I don't know Sally and I'm not about to ask Chubby who she is 'cause I don't care. How he knows so many girls is a mystery to me... when does he meet them all? I turn the radio on and our conversation dies out.

Shortly we've got the orange juice is in the refrigerator and coffees are here too, so we work our way through the rest of our Sunday brunch which includes home fries, blueberry muffins, Canadian bacon, and finally scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese. We get it all prepared and are reheating the coffees in the microwave when Tris comes in, asking, "Breakfast ready yet, boys?" My mom comes out of her bedroom wearing pajamas, slippers, and a bathrobe... talking up a storm. The two moms spend hours and hours together at work and at play, but still they're never at a loss for something to talk about; it's startling! Chubby and I smile and shake our heads a little... our two moms are really something. Then, during breakfast, our moms switch gears and are now only interested in Chubby and me. They're interested to the degree that Chub and me start getting defensive, saying, "Too personal! You don't need that much information! That's the kind of conversation mothers have with their daughters, not their sons." They laugh at us when we get offended at their personal questions, then go on to ask the next one, nagging us for details. They do it because they're normal probing moms, but also they do it to tease us. The moms are always upbeat, smiley, and happy and it becomes contagious so Chubby and me can't really get upset at them. Then, a situation comes up that we need to deal with: the Volvo station wagon needs work done on it's exhaust system so it can pass the state inspection, and the moms can get a new inspection sticker. My mom's new boyfriend runs a garage so he'll take care of the car on a Sunday as a favor, but mom needs to leave it with him all day. Plus, the moms want to get a flower arrangement to take to the Dickers as a hostess gift. Chubby volunteers to follow the moms over to the garage and to drive them to the Dickers afterward, and then he discovers he'll also need to take them flower shopping. Whew! I owe him one for that. Before Chubby comes to his senses and changes his mind I call Robby and catch him as he's driving home from Merrimack; he agrees to pick me up on the way to his house. I'm feeling good 'cause like I said, I do not want to get involved in any shopping with those ladies... it's torture. Thinking about Ray Ellis telling me this, I tell Chubby, "I owe ya one, dude!" and he's like, "Yes, yes you do, bro!" then he mouths, "I gotta go shopping with them!" and mimes a silent scream. I say, "Yeah, I heard they want to do a little flowers shopping, sounds like fun." Chubby makes a face, and I go, "No, really, I'm soooo sorry... I'm really sorry, but you did volunteer." He goes, "That's before I knew about the shopping." I try not to laugh, but a little chuckle sneaks out anyway which I try to cover with a fake cough, covering my smirking face with my hand. He goes, "I heard that giggle."

Robby pulls up at the curb before the moms and Chubby even leave. I glance over at Chubby to say goodbye and see him rolling his eyes because with the moms it's always something holding up the works. Now they're trying to decide what to wear to the Dickers after their errands. I give Chub a hug, saying, "Thanks bro! Next time I'll do it." He's smiling phonily, saying, "Yes, you will," but he's not really upset, it's just us goofin' on the situation. He seems okay now, maybe his funk is over, which makes me feel good. Chub and me complain about the moms sometimes, but we're actually happy to do whatever we can for them... they're basically a lot of fun and have always been totally supportive of us. I'm out the door before Robby's up the steps to our condo, "Hi, Dylan!" "Hi, Robby!" Our hellos feel dramatic, like we've been away from each other for a long time. We both realize we're overdoing it, so he jokingly says, "It'll be so awkward getting to know you again," and we're laughing about that. I say, "Being dorks makes everything harder too, ya know?" We get in his pickup chuckling, and we're off for his house. I'm feeling real good again. In the truck I ask about Dodger and Robby tells me he doesn't even know if his brother will be home when we get there. "He'll probably be with Vinnie, fucking or something. Those two make you and me seem like an old married couple." Well, that may be true but it's not my fault, although I don't say this to Robby. I just go, "Huh," because that's a safe noncommittal comment... very all-purpose. Robby tells me about today's baseball practice; then, he says, "Oh, wait'll you hear this: I'm all alone in the apartment last night, right? It's spookily quiet and about one o'clock in the morning I wake-up and feel around on the bed for you, ya know, but you're not there" I tease him, "Awww, poor baby," and he goes, "No, wait'll you hear. The place is deadly silent and I get this creepy feeling like maybe I heard something... then nothing, just that hollow sound in my ear from listening too hard. I'm laying in bed, stiff as a board... my body's stiff as a board, not my dick... then, from down the fucking hall, in the middle of the night in an empty apartment, a toilet flushes and I'm about to have a freakin' heart attack, dude!" I go, "You're shitting me!" and Robby laughs, saying, "Yeah, I am... that didn't happen." He's in a good mood too, so everything's great again!

Then he tells me a slightly disturbing story from last night when he was doing his shift at Stop and Shop. It involves my twenty-one year old supervisor, Alan Snyder, who usually assigns me to work with him because I suck-up to him something terrible... he doesn't realize I'm doing it in a mocking way. It's harmless fun for me, and it probably perks up Alan's self image a little too... I give and I give, ya know? Anyway, I'm not there last night so Alan's looking around and sees Robby's working the register and chooses him to take my place. Alan tells Robby to turn off the light to his register and meet him in the bakery supply area as soon as he's finished with his last customer. Robby does what he's told and goes in the back of the bakery to help unload a truck of bakery stuff. Anyway, for reasons unknown, Alan's asking questions about, guess who? Yep, me! Robby says, "He's kinda gross with that scruffy beard; plus, it always looks like there's cake stuck in his teeth... and he's always playing with himself!" Puzzled at Robby's assessment of Alan, I mumble, "I've never noticed the cake thing." Robby goes right past that comment, adding, "Naturally, I had to do almost all the unloading while Alan sat there on his ass rubbing his hand up and down his hairy leg, asking questions about you." Still puzzled, I ask, "Don't you think he's sexy?" Robby makes a face, saying, "Surely you're joking! Sexy? Euuu, he's disgusting." I say, "He is not, he's mature and I think he's the sexiest thing... next to you, of course. What kind of questions was he asking about me?" Robby tells me the questions were mostly personal, and asked in a way to give the impression Alan didn't really care what the answers were, but then... why ask, ya know? The gist of the interrogation was Alan wanted to know if I ever mention him to Robby, and since I hardly ever mentioned Alan to anyone, he tells Alan that which seems to annoy him... then he wants to know if I have a girlfriend. Robby's starting to get creeped-out with the nature of the questions so he tells Alan he doesn't know if I have a girlfriend or not. All this time Alan's busily rubbing the thick hairs on his leg... next question: Has Robby's noticed me being respectful to everyone? He probably wants to know that because I do that phony respectful act with him, calling him Mr. Snyder and all. Ha ha, he's not even two years older than me and and I call him "mister" and he doesn't see anything unusual about it. So, he's a little bit whacked-out, but oh my God would I love just once to have him dominate my ass with some sexy actiion. Of course, I've been under the impression he's straight; almost everybody is, but now that I find out he's asking questions about me... hmmmm? Robby tells me Alan asked him other general questions about me and then, when he finally picked-up on Robby discomfort about all the questions, he explained that the questions were merely part of an evaluation he's doing of me and this part involves what coworkers think of me. It's been apparent to me since I started the job that Alan's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, and now I know fer sure he isn't. Robby, for some reason, believed Alan's horse-bleep story about the evaluation and gave a glowing review of what an excellent coworker I am, which is sweet of him and so I pull on his earlobe, saying, "You even lie for me! What a boyfriend!" Robby took me serious with that too, looking smugly proud of himself. In the end though, I can't come to a definite conclusion about what Alan's questions means, but it'll be disturbing if he's onto my mocking of him and he's gathering background material to justify firing me. As for his horse-bleep evaluation lie, there's no evaluation for part-time employees until their first anniversary, if they last that long. So something unknown is in play here; either I'm getting fired or, could it be Alan's gay and has perhaps picked-up on some of my glances at him and my innuendoes about who I think is cool, and how I've been subtly inferring Alan fits the bill for a cool hot stud... could it be he's finally adding one and one and come up with two? The answer is to be determined, but I'm certainly intrigued.

To change the subject, I ask Robby, "Did ya even talk to Dodger today?" Robby says, "Not today and like I said, I don't know if he's here or not." As we park I see that the parent's car is gone, but Dodger's pickup, which is Robby's hand-me-down, is in the garage... it's always fun seeing Dodger. I like it that he tells me I'm the hottest thing this side of the sun even though I'm fully aware that most of it's just Dodger's act at being a hot shit, but at the same time it's kinda flattering. Last time I was home Dodger and Vinnie came over for haircuts and those two almost got in my pants. It was a Sunday though and my mom was upstairs with her new boyfriend so I was spared the boy's full-blown sexual advances... and I'm still pissed-off about that. Ha ha! No, the truth is I was following Robby's rules so it wasn't going to happen, but it's a blast flirting with those two sixteen year old boys; or are they seventeen now.

Hopping out of the pickup I hear the back door of the house slamming and here comes Dodger around the truck... he's on me like a cat. Dodger moves effortlessly, a fantastic athlete; even more so than his brother. Before I can say, "Hi!" he's got a fistful of my dick, and his lips are on mine giving me a wet kiss; then, in a fake serious voice, he says "I heard you're two-timing me with my brother. Say it ain't so, Dylan!" I go, "Yes, I confess, your brother's screwing me, but nobody is two-timing you unless it's Vinnie," he leans in close so that his fresh breath is all over my face, "I'm gonna fuck you so great today you'll leave Robby and come crawling to me this very afternoon. Whaddaya say to that?" I go, "Could you let go of my dick..." which he does, and then he kisses me again, before saying, "I'm serious about that fuck though... just saying." Robby gets Dodger from behind now, his arm around Dodger's neck pulling him against his chest. He kisses the side of Dodger's face, saying, "I miss you brother, why don't you ever drive up to visit me?" The boys look very much alike even though Dodgers got medium brown hair and light brown eyes while Robby's got the blond and blue combination going for him. Other than that they're pretty much identical, especially now that Dodger's grown into his own. He's close to five foot, ten inches tall now, the same as Robby and me. Both brothers have the smooth as satin peaches and cream complexion with the rosy spots at their cheek bones. They look brand new and delicious. Nearly perfect facial features, great bodies... both of them just awesome examples of the young male form.

Dodger twists around so he's face to face with Robby, and says, "I'm jealous of both of you, that's why I don't visit you at college. I'm jealous you're doing Dylan and you're not doing me, and I'm jealous Dylan's doing it with you and he's not doing it with me." Instead of laughing it off, Robby's sincere when he pulls Dodger's head against his shoulder, saying, "I know, I know... but you and I still have our times together too, and you have hot little Vinnie... hey, ya wanna trade?" Dodger mumbles, "Let me think about that, bro, then his head lifts up and twists around for a brotherly kiss on the lips that turns into one of the most erotic kisses I've ever seen... my dick's boning-up from this voyeuristic experience. It's like watching an incredibly good-looking boy kiss himself on a mirror. They pull away and then go right back at it and I find myself panting like a dog in heat by the time they pull apart, red-faced, and now seemingly embarrassed, realizing how carried away they'd gotten, and with me here to see it. Robby's kiss sure calmed down the normally rambunctious Dodger though and his body language is indicating he's submissive to his big brother, leaning against him with his eyes looking down. I've never seen Dodger like this although of course I've seen him and Robby doing quick kisses as long as I've known them. I witnessed the three-way in the garage too, but this is the first time he's appears to be submissive in any way. It's like he's waiting for Robby to tell him what the next move is. That kiss had a powerful arousal effect on both brothers, the tenting at the front of their pants is very noticeably. Robby puffs his cheeks out and blows a few exhales out, then looks at me, and says, "I'm sorry, Dylan... that wasn't fair to you. It's just that Dodger's having a hard time adjusting to me being away at college and he... um, we... ya know, we've been messin' around with each other sexually for almost five years and it's hard for Dodger to make the adjustment to our new circumstances, and it's hard for me too!" He's hugging Dodger around the neck with Dodger seemingly melding into his brother. I adjust my crotch, shrug, and mumble, "No problem... I'm good, ah... ya know, whatever. It's cool." Dodger grins now, straightening up and moving away from Robby a step, then says, "We made you wicked uncomfortable, didn't we? You didn't know what was happening, did ya?" I shrug again, shaking my head, saying, "What? Na, no ,no... I'm not uncomfortable, why should I be? It's cool, you're brothers, ahh... no problem." Both Robby and Dodger are laughing now; Dodger's regained more of his normal personality, and says, "I never saw you flustered before like you were just now, Dylan," and I go, "Ask your brother, I get flustered about every twenty minutes." Robby puts his arm around my neck now, pulling me to him like he did with Dodger, saying, "No he doesn't, Dodger... he's the coolest kid I know." I mutter, "Oh, sure!" as Robby kisses the side of my forehead, trying to make-up for that demonstration with his brother... sweet!

Out of the blue, Dodger's like, "Would you two college boys show a high school junior like myself how it feels to be part of, what I believe is called, a three-way?" The light turns-on in my head now and I'm wondering if this was a set-up by these two... not that I'm complaining. I say to Dodger, "I'll need to ask permission," then mugging, like a little kid asking if it's okay to get some ice cream, I ask Robby, "Can we?" Robby doesn't get the joke and appears flustered, stammering, "Dodger, you didn't, shouldn't... we weren't, um... we didn't have this planned, Dylan... don't think that," then, turning back to Dodger, "We talked about this and agreed not to!" and he seems sincerely pissed-off. Dodger says, "Pleassssse, Robby..." Looking at me, Robby shrugs and grins nervously, asking, "Ya want to?" and I say, "Sure... yeah..." and the three of us all start acting self conscious, it's all of a sudden very awkward out here; no one knows who to look at or what to say, never mind what to do. I'm biting my lip, excited but still wondering if this was planned like Willie and Andy planned the three-way with me that time, without consulting me. Well actually, Robby just asked if I wanted to do this so it's not the same thing at all. Dodger finally says, "Mom and dad just left for the grocery store so they'll be gone for about an hour," and I ask, "Where shall we do the, you know... where should we mess around, Robby?" Me asking Robby that question appears to be his signal to reassert himself as our leader, and he goes, "We'll use Dodger's and my bedroom, of course..." then to Dodger, "Get up there and neaten it up, we'll be along in four or five minutes. I gotta tell Dylan something, then we'll be right there." Dodger's like, "You got it, boss... I'm so excited!" It seems we're replacing awkwardness with anticipation; I know that's true for me anyway.

I watch Dodger's ultra hot, slim body gracefully glide away, then turn to look at Robby and all of a sudden I'm a little concerned about what it is he has to tell me. He puts his hands on my shoulders, looking me straight in the eyes, and says, "There's no easy way to tell you this so I'm gonna come straight out with it, and believe me, if I could change it I would, so please don't waste your time trying to change what can't be changed." My balls are shrinking, my heartbeat increases and I'm having a hard time staring back into Robby's eyes now. Has he found out about some of my earlier buddy-sex partners... that's ancient history though, fer chrissakes! I'll tell him it's water over the damn. I sheepishly ask, "Is it something I did, Robby... 'cause I don't wanna do anything to break us up!" He's like, "Wha, what are you talking about?" I go, "Nothing, just saying... we're tight, we're good, right?" He smiles, slowly shaking his head, then goes, "I'm glad to hear we're tight because I gotta tell ya that I need to disappoint you... I can't do spring break with you... wish I could change that, but I can't." I mutter, "Spring break? We can't do anything on spring break? Why not?" Robby takes his hands off my shoulders and gets an arm around my neck, explaining, "My goofy parents! They still think Dodger and I are little boys who love family outings. Well... we used to, ya know? Anyway, they arranged this surprise trip to the Grand Canyon for spring break... it sucks, but I don't want to hurt their feeling so I'm like...' oh, boy!' Of course, Dodger through a fit... he didn't pretend it was cool at all, but the trip's paid for etc. etc. etc. so we're going." Robby and I are walking towards the house now as he tells me about the fit Dodger threw about this family outing and it's funny as hell and I'm initially relieved this is all he has to tell me, but then I realize it is kind of a big deal because Chubby's working during spring break and now Robby will be away, so what the hell am I gonna do? Robby and me had been planning a trip to Salisbury Beach or someplace warmer than here. No specific plans, but we were gonna do something. I say, "Well, this sucks!..." and we commiserate about how much it sucks as we're going up the steps to the boys' bedroom. Inside the bedroom all thoughts of spring break take a break, and we concentrate on matters at hand.

Dodger and Robby begin getting undressed, so I do too; it's like they know the routine. Robby's offhandedly asking Dodger, "Where's Vin?" and it sounds so natural, like there was a time Vinnie, Dodger, and Robby were routinely doing what the three of us are going to do. I can only hope I do Vinnie proud. I'm not jealous that Robby does it with his brother, or even that he's had three-ways with Dodger and Vinnie; in fact, I'm relieved 'cause now I know I'm not the only one with a weakness for gay sex. Also, it lifts the cloud of guilty consciences for a few of my past indiscretions. We're merely human teenagers with lots of testosterone, or whatever it is that makes us constantly horny... and I'm good with that. Then, the brothers are naked and if you wanna see something special, gawk at the naked Dickers brothers standing side by side with their pale-pink, nearly hairless skin, and their bodies' with perfect muscular definition. Nothing strained or artificial, all natural God-given gifts of perfection. I do a sharp inhale at first glance of their almost identical four inch cocks, both with sparse light brown pubic patches. Their groins look like drawings, they're so finely formed. Nice fat heads on their cocks, both mostly covered with foreskin reaching to their rather wide pee-slits at the top of each penis. Both boys absently fondling their dicks as I kick off my boots and pull off my jeans and underpants. When I'm naked Dodger cries out, "Oh man, you shave your pubes... cool!! You've got a fabulous body, Dylan!" Dodger's acting like this is all new to him; he's uber excited. Robby says, "Don't pretend you haven't seen it before, Dodger... I know your history of seducing my boyfriend," and he chuckles as the brothers bump fists. Then Robby says, "Okay, somebody needs to take charge and I guess it's me. One of you, that'll be you Dylan, get around behind me and get your tongue up my ass... and Dodger, you get in front and suck your big brother's cock. Get to it boys!" I swear to god, the way Robby began bossing Dodger and me around is so friggin' hot! I hurry around behind him and spread his ass cheeks getting my nose in his crack and my tongue on his anus. Dodger appears to be in the same frame of mind as he gets right to work sucking his brother's cock. There's added sexual stimulation for me knowing Robby's getting sucked off and rimmed at the same time. He's the boss and it sorta reminds me of Willie and me being bossed around by Carl and how it's hotter and sexier getting bossed when you're with someone in the same position as yourself, like Willie and me were back then, and now Dodger and me are in the same boat pleasuring Robby. None of this is lovers sex, it's all playtime stuff; buddy sex for the sake of sex and therefore much different than sex Robby and me so often have. That's not to say it isn't hot as the hubs of hell 'cause it is, it's just a different kind of heat.

By the time I've got Robby's buttocks slippery with my spit and my tongue is up his ass a little, my own cock is fully extended, although not rigidly hard. I resist stroking it and instead bump it against the back of Robby leg until Robby goes, "Okay boys, switch... lets go!" So Dodger and me, on our hands and knees, switch places grinning at each other as we pass, then we stop, back up on all fours, and do a hot little bit of spit swapping with lots of tongue sucking until Robby says, "Stop that you perverts, do your jobs!" His voice is totally joking, none of the hard authority of others I've know... I kind of miss that, but Robby's so cool I don't mind. Up on my knees in front of him I hear slurping by Dodger as he adds his saliva to mine on Robby's ass. I take hold of Robby's cock, which is sticking straight out from his groin, and admire what a good job Dodger did. My eyes wide, I'm stroking this hot, hard boner of Robby's a few times, then engulf the whole thing in my mouth letting it slide back on my tongue. It's dripping Dodger's spit and when Robby thrusts his hips forward it slides right into my throat, and as I've said a hundred times, "I love me some Robby penis!" Knowing Dodger's spit's all over it adds to my excitement and Robby's pretty aroused himself. After taking his boner into my throat two times Robby begins doing some squirming and grunting, and then he's bucking his hips gently. With a moan, he turns his head to say to his brother, "That feels awesome Dodger, more tongue though, if ya can..." and then he gets a pinch of my hair, saying. "Dylan... you've got me right on the edge of climax, but how 'bout standing up, turning around, and bending over 'cause I wanna fuck you before Dodger slops up your hole." Frowning, I do as he wants, wondering if those two have this planned-out already. Robby's gets my hips and pulls me back into him; I take little backward steps with my hands on my knees. "Ooooh!" I go as Robby pushes his boner inside me and humps me five times fast. Apparently he really got turned-on from all the sucking and rimming because he's usually more considerate, although he is mumbling, "Sorry , Dylan... I couldn't wait," and then he fucks me a dozen times making whistling sounds between his teeth with each penetration. I want to stroke myself so badly but use willpower to hold off 'cause it won't be long... my ass is feeling so good an orgasm will soon be coming on me without me touching myself.

With his boner up my ass as far as he can get it, Robby stops fucking me to say, "Would ya stand-up straight now, Dylan..." as I do that he gets his arms around my chest and pulls me into him tightly, my back against my chest. Robby then humps his cock straight in and out of my asshole hard for thirty seconds; precum drools from my cock and I groan in pleasure. He stops again, breathing hard, then says, "Dodger, come around in front so Dylan can get his cock up your ass." Waiting for Dodger, Robby's stopped fucking me except for small slow one to two inch casual humps up inside me. He leans to my ear, asking, "You okay, Dylan?" and I'm like, "Yeah, it feels awesome, but I'm gonna cum too quickly." Robby pushes up inside me all the way, and leaves it there, saying, "I'll give ya a minute or two to calm down, okay?" Dodger makes one last wet smacking sound with his mouth as he's pulling his tongue out of his brother's ass, then he says, "Whoooeee, I'm finally gonna get fucked by Dylan!" He takes a second to get some lube from a tube and strokes his semi-boner, and then my hard one, "Wow, Dylan, you're so lucky to have this long dick," and for once I think Dodge's serious. I go, "Yeah, I know, and I can't wait to get it up your ass." Dodger backs into me and I get an arm around his belly holding him in place while my other hand is moving my boner to line up with his hole and, "Ummmmph!" goes Dodger, as I'm pushing my cock in past his sphincter muscle. "Owww," he quietly goes as I'm pushing up further and oh my god it feels wonderful... it feels exactly like pushing my cock up Robby's ass. Dodger has almost the exact subtle odor today as Robby's; it's not unusual for Dodger to be a little grungy and smell a little off, as in B.O. but not in an offensive way... in a sexy way. It's a little weird to have my cock up an ass that feels just like Robby's while Robby's behind me with his cock up my ass. Yes, a little weird, but a lot hot too! Dodger strokes his cock, mumbling, "Isn't that flag pole in me all the way yet?" I give one last hump and then press my bare belly against his hairless buttocks getting up his ass another half inch, saying, "It's is now, dude!" He grunts, "Jesus! That feels really good, Dylan... burns like a son-of-a-bitch, but feels really good. Do me, hard!" and as Robby's pulling his boner back I pull mine back five inches out of Dodger's ass, and when Robby's pushing back inside me I do the same to Dodger and soon we've got a nice synchronized rhythm going, but I last only about a minute; too much awesome stimulation from Robby plowing my ass and me doing the same to Dodger. I try real hard not to be a nerd, but still squeal a long embarrassing hissing high-pitch noise as cum spews out of my cock into Dodger's bowels; then, as I'm blowing a saliva mist through my teeth onto the back of Dodger's head, I fire an even longer string of hot teen cum, creamy and sticky up Dodger's ass as he bumps his buttocks back into my crotch mumbling, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Robby's breathing raspy fast breathes as he goes, "Ahhhh," and pulls out of my ass, murmuring, "Let me shoot up his ass too, Dylan." I back out of Dodger's ass and a long string of cum connects Dodger's anus to the head of my cock, then breaks free to swing down against the back of Dodger's thigh. Robby slides his hot boner up his brother's over-lubed, spunk filled ass, then he catches his breath for a second, does two slow humps in and back, then rabbit fucks Dodger in a frenzy for almost a minute before yelling, "Fuuuuck!" while pouring his teen spunk up Dodger's ass. I see Robby's buttock's muscle clench with each shot of cum he blows up his brother's ass. Robby's orgasm quickly runs it's course and he wraps his arms around Dodger, licks his ear, and then begins humping him roughly, almost pulling him off the floor with each thrust up his ass until Dodger puffs out a big exhale, then does a series of frantic grunts bumping back into his brother. Dodger's thrusting his hips back and then out as one of the longest strings of cum I've ever seen leaves his boner in a straight line and makes a sticky sound spattering off their night stand. Robby's like, "I fucked it out of ya, didn't I bro?" Dodger tightens his stomach muscles and another good squirt of cum is followed by three quick spurts as Dodger collapses back against Robby.

I feel kinda weak myself. Watching these two brothers fuck is quite a turn on, and that takes me by surprise. Well, I guess I got turned on watching that prick, Larry, fuck Willie way back when, but it didn't have the effect on me this had. Wow! Robby's and my cum mixture rolls down the back of Dodger's legs as all three of us have are hand on our own dicks breathing roughly. "Whoa, that was good!" goes Robby, with a grin on his lips. "How'd you like it, Dylan?" I go, "It was totally, totally phat!" Dodgers looking behind him swabbing at the cum on his ass and legs with a washcloth, saying, "My exact thoughts, you boys fuck good!" Robby takes the washcloth and cleans Dodger the best he can, saying, "Lets get something to drink and see if we can squeeze out another one before the rents get home," then, thinking about his parents, he wanders over to check that the door is locked. We flip a coin to see who needs to put some clothes on for the walk to the kitchen for Cokes... Robby loses. He puts a bathrobe on, saying, "Nobody's home, I could get the sodas naked," and Dodger says, "Why don't ya then?" and Robby goes, "Don't be an asshole, Dodger..." The brothers can actually act like brothers once in a while too... I've seen them argue many times. Back with the Cokes, we discuss our sex together without the awkwardness of earlier hindering the discussion; we're relaxed and enjoying our buddy sex... or incest, I guess, in a couple of instances here. None of my business. The brothers argue about something else and soon they're wrestling and giggling and I wish I was in the middle of it, but it doesn't last long. Dodger's like, "Can we try something now, Robby?" and it's hard getting used to seeing this deference that Dodger's showing Robby; of course, I've never had sex with both of them at the same time before either, which is why I've never noticed it before. Robby goes, "Okay, we better get to it though. This time you two get each other hard, and then you'll mount Dylan, Dodger, and I'll let him suck my cock. I know you love doing that, Dylan, right?" I go, "Roger that," and start stroking Dodger's short cock. He pushes my hand away, laughing, "Suck it, fool." I go, "You first," and he goes right down on me and quickly shows me why Robby's cock was so hard when I came around to suck it a little while ago... this boy can suck some cock, and take it in his throat too. He may even like sucking cock more than I do; well, that's probably not possible, but almost as much as me is a possibility. It takes him two minutes to get me rock hard again; then I suck his cock. My dick was up his ass a little while ago but that doesn't slow down Dodger's licking and sucking of my soiled dick... apparently he's into a little grung as well as being a little grungy at times, which doesn't surprise me at all. His cock taste exactly like Robby's and if I were blindfolded I'm not sure I could tell if I'm sucking or fucking one or the other. Their personalities are quite different though, so I'd be able to tell that much about them, blindfolded or not. And I'm not saying Dodger isn't a hot shit 'cause he is; he just doesn't have that special something Robby has that makes me love him so.

When I've got Dodger's cock standing up hard and straight, he says, "On all fours, dawg!" and I get down on my hands and knees with him in back of me, one of his legs outside each of mine. Without further ado he mounts me thrusting his boner up my ass, saying, "I told ya I was gonna give you a good fucking.

Didn't I?" and he begins slamming his cock up my ass smacking me with the palm of his hand with every thrust and I feel my balls reawakening... no way I'll get any kind of a spunk load, just a few squirts but I've learned from experience that those squirts can feel totally out of this world. The second climax doesn't get it's due, if ya ask me. Robby's all of a sudden in from of me, he puts a hand under my chin lifting my head, saying, "Open," and when I do he slides his cock along my tongue until the head is bumping against the gag reflex area at the back of my throat. "Suck me off like only you can do it, Dylan... lots of slurping, get sloppy with it." My ass feels like it's on fire, a pleasurable fire. It's hot back there because Dodger's really plowing my hole and the friction around my anus has me gasping with erotic sensations, but sucking Robby's cock is one of my favorite things to do so I concentrate on that and really work up saliva that spreads around my mouth and drools down my chin as Robby's humping his hips, fucking my throat while I'm lapping at the shaft of his cock for all I'm worth. Sweat rolls down my face and erotic sensations are again beginning to overwhelm me. Taking it in the ass and the throat at the same time, with the Dickers brothers giving it to me... well, my cock's so hard and stiff it's hurting, pointing straight down beneath me. I can't take a hand from the floor to stroke myself because Dodger's slamming his boner up my ass so hard I need both hands supporting me to prevent me from falling on my face.

This goes on a minute or two: then, out of breath, Dodger says to Robby, "Can you get him upright, bro?" and without answering, Robby gets his hand under my chin again, saying, "Straighten up, Dylan..." and I lift off the floor, up on my knees, my mouth level with Robby's cock now. In this new position I can take Robby's cock straight down my throat and Dodger's able to thrust his boner in an upward direction which now has his fat boner head sliding over my prostate with every penetration and withdrawal. Absolutely awesome duel stimulation and I don't last a minute before little squirts of cum fling out of my cock causing every muscle in my body to contract with each squirt. As happens occasionally when I'm extremely stimulated, I feel like I'm going to black out, sweat pours out of my forehead as Robby cups behind my head with both hands and shoots shorts squirts of spunk into my mouth before sliding the head of his cock down my throat, it slides in the slippery creamy cum on my tongue, then he drools the rest of his load down my throat where it feel thick and sticky and I worry about it getting in my nasal passages. "Oh my god!!" exclaims Robby, "That was so fucking hot, bro!" Watching you fucking my boyfriend while I'm fucking his face is the hottest thing I've ever experienced. Oh man! I'm exhausted." Dodger grunts something unintelligible and then fills my ass with much more spunk than a second climax should contain. He goes, "Whoooooa," and doggy fucks me fast, his boner like a piston in and out of my cum slippery asshole for maybe a minute, then slows down little by little before pulling out, saying, "Jesus! You're a lucky bastard, Robby... what an asshole on Dylan." Then, from behind, an arm around my neck and a kiss on my sweaty face, as Dodger says, "You're the best, Dylan... I knew you were special the first time I laid eyes on you.

You're a good sport too!" He laughs, then explains, "Hey, I just thought of that time, Dylan.. you know, when I took my speedo bathing suit off and offered it to you to wear and instead of rejecting it you were a good sport then too, and you wore it?" Oh yeah, that was a couple of years ago. I'd forgotten that, but now I remember his speedo had some skid marks at the crack too; he's right though, I wore it... it was around their swimming pool the first time I ever met Dodger. I say, "Yeah, it was a tight fit too." He's got both arms around my neck now, saying in my ear, "Lift up a second," and when I do, asking, "Why..."

Dodger slides his cock back up my cum-slippery ass again and we both let out a quiet, "Ahhhhh, ooooh..." Dodger keeps both arms around my neck, pulling be back against him as he nails my asshole, pounding it with his fine four-inch, big headed boner... neither of us has had enough yet.

From the bathroom where Robby's got the shower warming up, he shouts, "Come on guys, lets get cleaned-up before the rents get back." Dodger and I are grunting quietly, ignoring Robby as my cock firms up again... I don't know how many boners I've gotten since coming in this bedroom, but it been a nice run. There's sweat between my back and Dodgers chest, and between his forearms and my neck, as he fucks me a new asshole. His hot breath blows in panting breaths against the side of my face, and his odor surrounds us as I let my body stay docile for him, enjoying being fucked by Robby's little brother. Dodger's never been shy and he's not now either, "Back on all fours," he commands, letting loose of my neck. I gasp with sexual arousal and grab my boner to stroke it three or four times, then I'm down again in doggy position with Dodger behind me, his knees bent so his crotch is level with my asshole and he's humping his boner up my ass going straight in rubbing my prostate again and I start seeing stars. When he reaches under and squeezes my balls I shoot out a few spurts of watery cum and squeal embarrassingly, like Rajon does. Dodger humps his cock up my ass again, squeezes my balls like last time and watery something comes out on the throw rug... I think some of it's urine. One more hard squeezes of my nuts and Dodger shoots a shocking amount of young teen spunk up my ass to join the rest... then another squirt and he's breathing noisily and making those sounds of pain that Robby makes when he's having an orgasm, then ten fast sloppy humps up my ass with cum splattering against his groin and all around my buttocks. Totally out of breath Dodger reaches around me and pulls my arm back so I collapse onto my face and chest, then he move my legs back so I'm lying flat on the floor with him on top of me still impaling me with his cock in my ass. I can't believe he fucked a third orgasm out of me, and I really can't believe how large his third one was. "You had enough yet, Dylan?" mutters Dodger. I go, "Abso-fucking-lutely!" and then Robby, with a towel around his waist, comes into the bedroom laughing, "I took a shower and you two perverts are still fucking? Holy shit!" and he smacks his brother on his bare ass with the palm of his hand, adding, "We gotta do this more often! The three musketeers...." Dodger and I groan and as Dodger slowly gets up pulling his cock out of my body, it making a hollow popping sound when pulling past my sphincter muscle... we all chuckle. Robby goes, "I'm just saying... you guys should hurry up, mom and dad will be back any minute."

Dodger and I take a shower together without even once grabbing each other's dick. we're satisfied for now, and mostly I'm marveling at how Robby never got the least bit upset or jealous about anything sexually his brother did with me.

Of course, I'd never get jealous of Dodger doing stuff with Robby because they're brothers, incest doesn't really bother me if it's two consenting brothers, or sisters for that matter. If you mix and match, or parents and children are involved, I got problems with that, but it's just my opinion and other's have the right to theirs. It also was apparent that once Dodger saw that Robby didn't have a problem with him fucking me he really got into it and adopted his brother's 'top/dom' position almost automatically. There's gotta be something about me, some signal I'm putting out that's subconsciously advertising my acceptance of submissive position because it happens too often to be a coincidence. Anyway, this afternoon has been awesomely sexual and I loved the diversity, but it's not a true test of our new open relationship policy because both Robby and me participated in it. It remains to be seen if the green monster of jealousy raises it's ugly head as Robby and I actually explore our recently re-opened relationship with a boy other than his brother. That dry docking I did with Chubby doesn't count; well it was dry docking that concluded with me having an orgasm, but it still doesn't count as boyfriend-on-the-side type sex, and neither does me jerking Chubby off. Hey, another reason it doesn't count is because, like Dodger and Robby, Chubby and me are brothers in every sense except a blood relationship.

Rinsing off under the shower head, soap running down our bodies, Dodger asks, "Was I the best you've ever had?" I play dumb, and ask, "Best what?" He goes, "It's alright, I won't tell Robby... did I fuck you better than you've ever been fucked before?" I go, "Yes, of course you did, but I beg you not to tell my boyfriend, he'll spank me!" Dodger says, "Don't get me started with that. I don't know what I like best, my haircut fetish, or spanking Vinnie... hee hee hee, he do like to be spanked too!" I turn off the water, saying, "You two are the perfect match then... fetishes are all that matters in life." He's like, "Oh, I'm so sure you're sincere about that!" Since he's talking goofily, I ask, "How wide is your sexual experience, you seem very accomplished, your technique is very polished." He throws me a towel, saying, "I know you're just breaking my balls, but I fucked you good and you know it. You're also the most fun I ever had in my swimming pool... fucking you in the pool was so awesome! Ha ha!" In a half serious/half kidding manner, I ask again, because I am sincerely curious, but don't want to appear like a voyeur or something, "How many guys have you fucked, anyway?" Dodger's like, "Including you, it'd be... let's see... a total of three," I say, "Me, Robby and Vinnie?" He defensively says, "Yeah, I just turned seventeen, dude! How many boys did you fuck when you were my age?" I go, "That would be a big fat zero!" and he says, "That's what I'm talking about," and we finish drying ourselves in the bedroom. Then, as we listen to Robby talking with Mr. and Mrs. Dickers on the first floor, we get dressed quickly and scamper down the stairs feeling very good. Mrs. Dickers yells out, "Oh my God, Dylan! You look like the perfect college freshman. I love that kind of haircut." Then to Robby and Dodger, "Why don't you boys ask Dylan to cut your hair like his?" She's a nice woman but always overdoes everything just a little too much, if you know what I mean. All three of us have short haircuts, none is especially better than the others, but that's Mrs. Dickers for you. The boys are used to it, they both say, "Okay, mom... good idea," but they won't, and she'll forget all about it ten minutes from now. Not to say she's stupid because she's not, she just tries too hard to please everybody. That's my opinion of her, one I've never shared with anyone else 'cause what do I know?

Dodger takes off to see what Vinnie's up to and Robby and I do that stupid homework assignment due tomorrow. We're sexually satisfied which helps us concentrate on the assignment, and since we both have outlines to work from we do some separate aspects of the assignment, then combine our efforts on others so it's not actually cheating... well, not totally. Working side by side at Robby's bedroom desk we're done in less then two hours at which time Robby puts his head against mine, and says, "I loved doing this homework with you right next to me. Why don't we do it like this in the apartment?" I go, "I don't know," and roll my face against his head so our faces slide together and my lips meet his; we do a lovers kiss and it makes me realize that this kiss is more memorable to me than the buddy sex with Dodger this afternoon. Robby quietly says, "I love you, Dylan! You were a terrific sport going along with Dodger's outlandishly aggressive sexual conduct." I mumble, "Sexual conduct? Do ya mean him fucking me?" Robby kisses my lips and hugs around my neck, asking, "Is that what that's called?" and our lips are together again, and then our tongues find their way into each other's mouth and my cock is getting hard again. We make out at his desk until we hear footsteps coming up and we're lucky to pull apart a second before Chubby burst in, exclaiming, "I was hoping to catch you two doing something gay," so Robby and I, grinning, do an over-the-top wet kiss that makes Chubby go, "Euuuuu, gross me out!" and the three of us go outside then for a cigarette as Chubby's telling us his tale of woe shopping with the moms. The rest of the day and night is perfect, I felt true love from Robby most of the day and especially after our homework, and then there's the brotherly love from Chubby that's the best we've experienced in a while, and the sexual attraction from Dodger is both hot and flattering... so yeah, a damn good weekend. Plus, for icing on the cake, the moms and Robby's parents took turns telling us how wonderfully we're doing as college students... and, as usual, the food was awesome! Great two days... life is good.

to be continued...

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