DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION
Chapter 3 (End of July '09) by Donny Mumford
This summer has been fun although there's been a bit of a problem in the nookie department. Robby and I continue to have difficulty finding a safe spot to enjoy sex together. To be honest this seems to be bothering me more than it bothers Robby. Of course I do have a constantly active sex drive; with Robby it's different. I mean, he's always excited about our sex together, but it's not on his mind all the time like it is with me. He's got his baseball team, his supervisory position at work and others things like that occupying some of his thoughts. With me it's mostly the frustration of not having a safe spot for sex, and since my job doesn't require much brain power there's lots of time to think about it. Last summer I took it for granted because Willie and I had his bedroom as our private sanctuary. We often enjoyed long luxurious sexual escapades in his king-sized bed, occasional overnight sexathons too. Robby and I, on the other hand, are having a tough time sneaking in some sex on the front seat of his pickup. Since the Fourth of July we've managed only one quickie; it's actually been extra difficult getting together recently because Chubby's girlfriend is on vacation and he's been hangin' around the condo more than usual. Don't get me wrong, I love chillin' with Chubby, it's just that I need a little sexual relief with Robby too. The one time Robby and I managed some sex was after a Dickers barbecue and pool party, the first one following the Fourth of July. As with most Wednesday nights Robby had a baseball game and I went along to watch him play. We both thought Chubby would be coming with us too but after dinner he said he was tired and he'd pass up the game tonight. I'd given Robby a quick raised-eyebrow look, like... okay, we got a chance for some hanky-panky tonight! Robby returned a knowing smile; but we kept it low key because we didn't want to appear to be happy that Chubby wasn't coming with us.
Later, when we were ready to leave for the game I'm walking toward the driveway keeping a neutral expression on my face when Dodger showed me his smart-ass, know-it-all smirk. I didn't want to react to it but I had to grin at him anyway 'cause I knew what he was thinking. He'd tricked me into outing Robby as my boyfriend a couple of weeks ago so he probably assumed Robby and I would be doing something sexy before the night was over. And, he was right! Chubby knows about Robby and me being boyfriends too, so maybe he stayed behind to allow us some time to ourselves; actually, this is about the third straight time he's passed up going to the game. Chubby avoids discussing the gay topic so it's hard for me to know what he's thinking. I gotta believe he's not comfortable with the idea of me and Robby doing it which is why I never say anything like, "Hey Chubby, I've got a date with Robby tonight so we might be back here later." No, I couldn't say that, but it would simplify matters greatly if I could feel relaxed enough with everything to share my bedroom with Robby, but I can't, so I don't.
Anyway, it was only Robby and me going to the game that night. I sat in the stands directly in line with second base and watched Robby play ball with the big kids, so ta speak. He's not bossing anyone around on this team because he's a rookie here. Most of the other guys are either in college or they're minor league pro players from the Pawsox. All the guys look cool in their uniforms; Robby's fits him perfectly. As always, I love the way he pulls his baseball cap low on his forehead and leans forward tapping his glove with his fist; his look of concentration with those startling blue eyes staring in at the batter gets me hot. What a boyfriend!
After the game Robby drove us behind the high school and parked way up in the upper parking lot near the soccer field. It's out of the way but still risky because school grounds are patrolled by police. Desperate times require desperate measures though, so there we were. We had no way of knowing how much time we'd have before a patrol car cruised by so we skipped the heavy make out and got right down to business. Robby said, "Ya oughta get your pants off, Dylan." He was taking his uniform pants off as he spoke. I pulled down my shorts and tugged them over my sandals as Robby pushed at the back of my head indicating I should get on my knees in front of the passenger seat, which I did. We were doing everything quicker than I like, but there was this sense of urgency in the air. Robby scooted over to get a leg on either side of me. It was a hot night and I'd been sweating just watching the game so it had to be even hotter for Robby playing in it. No matter, I'd taken his sweaty cock in my mouth and right away a moan slipped out from my throat, "Ahh, hmmm." It had been a couple of weeks since the last time I got to do this so it's extra hot finally doing it again; the salty taste from his perspiration added to the experience, made it even hotter then the temperature in the car. Robby wiped the perspiration off my face with the palm of his hand; his hand rubbed up my nose smelling like leather from being in his baseball glove... that's erotic too! He'd then pushed my hair back flat on my scalp saying, "You're so sexy looking, Dylan." I remember looking up, my eyes at the top of their sockets as I smiled at him around his cock. He made a smug, cool face, then said, "Suck that cock, Dylan. You love it, make love to my cock you sexy thing!"
Yeah, it's so cool being with him like that. I'd stroke his stubby boner, then licked it from balls to pee slit, then back in my mouth it would go so I could suck on the head again.. yum yum! After three or four minutes I'd begun stroking myself and was lost in the pure joy of sucking cock and pleasuring myself while hearing Robby's murmurs of arousal in the background. Awesome! My dick was as hard as Robby's when he grunted, humped his hips making a sound like he was in pain, then firing his load onto my tongue. Some of that first volley of spunk skidded to the back of my throat causing me to squeak out a weird sound and cough, spraying cum out of my mouth around Robby's boner. Robby exhaled mightily, then cupped behind my head pulling my face tight against his sweaty crotch, my nose pressed into his hairless belly as he humped the head of his cock past my gag reflex and down my throat firing off another string of cum in the process. My hand was a blur stroking my six inch boner. I'd arrived at ground zero almost immediately, totally ready to blast off with a wild spunk load. Being careful not to bite his cock, my hand was jerking my boner to and fro and my face got all scrunched up from the awesome sensation in my groin; here it comes! I made another weird groaning noise in my throat and fired a hard stream of cum off to the left against the side of Robby's bare leg, then another hard stream went straight between his legs; my fist tight around my cock stroking and pulling it for all I was worth.
We'd been horny for each other and our climaxes came on us fast and hard because of that. Mine had felt so good and was maybe a tad more frenzied than Robby's. I can almost recreate that climax in my mind, it was a powerful sensation giving me a sort of dizzy feeling that night. Robby had his head back on the seat resting; kinda pensive. He was probably just waiting for his rapidly beating heart to calm down and his breathing to become normal. After a minute he'd reached down and scooped some of my cum off his leg and rubbed it on his cock, which was still boned-up pretty good. He stroked it back to a hard boner and mumbled, "Okay Dylan, we got our cookies off so now we can take this fuck nice and slow. How 'bout you get up here and sit on my cock." Crawling up onto the bench seat I'd gotten a knee on either side of Robby's thighs. He'd smiled at me and said, "I love you, Dylan! Tell me we'll be together forever; promise me that little disappointments along the way won't ever break us up." I thought it was an odd choice of words, he had my head between his hands pulling me to his lips before I could reassure him I felt the same way he did. I know about young love being the most intense love we'll ever experience, but so what... being together forever sounded just about right to me that night. With me up on my knees we had a nice make out, we'd managed to forget all about the police patrolling the school grounds. Lost in lust, we simply had to taste each other's mouth and it was a hot, frantic make out with lots of tongue and saliva. After a while Robby reached around me and pushed a finger up my ass, guiding my hole to his boner, "Sit all the way down on it, Dylan; okay? It feels awesome when you do that." Well, it also hurts like hell when I do that, but when he said, "Its right at your hole," I sat down on it and went all the way to his legs... Oww! Even with my cum on his dick as lubricant a black curtain of hurt engulfed me for a minute. Willing myself not to complain, I squeezed my eyes and lips closed while Robby humped his hips going, "Oh, ah fuck! Oh man, that's hot!" More humping and the curtain began to lift slowly. It started feeling okay so I opened my eyes to gaze at Robby's sweaty, happy face.
Another minute had to pass with Robby continuing to hump his boner up inside me, before my ass began to feel good, then awesome, and I joined in on the fun by energetically riding that short boner of his. I'd pull off his cock entirely every sixth or seventh time I lifted up, but it felt so good when Robby poked it back up inside me I didn't mind the interruption. We did it that way for a while, then Robby pulled his boner out on purpose, saying, "Lay on your back now, okay?" When he was between my legs he pushed them as wide apart as we could manage on the bench seat of the pickup, then pushed his cock back up inside me and began fucking me hard and fast, grunting with the effort. He wildly hammered that stubby cock of his up my ass with me bumping the top of my head into the passenger door's handle with each thrust. No problem, I'm used to my head banging into something during our sex because Robby fucks hard, just like he plays baseball... everything is balls to the wall, full speed ahead! Ahh, what a fantastic feeling to have your boyfriend's cock up your ass, it's such a thrilling experience. I was enthralled by it, and with my eyes wide open I'd stared at Robby's face which reflected total concentration for what he was doing. His eyes were lightly closed, his lips parted, drops of perspiration rolling from his forehead to eventually drip off the end of his cute nose as his hips moved smoothly and steadily. With Robby's knees on both sides of my buttocks, he let go of my legs and his torso leaned over mine, supporting himself with his hands, he picked up speed as he pounded his swollen penis up my ass. Drops of his perspiration were now landing on my neck and face. Near climax, his eyes fluttered and the tip of his pink tongue poked out between his teeth and he'd begun making "Mmm" sounds with each thrust up my ass. It was approaching the ten minute mark when I first felt that unmistakable sensation in my balls and boner. Ah yes, my second climax was building; the end of my cock swelled and the shaft grew even harder as I stroked it slowly, not wanting the climax to come on me too quickly. Then my pelvic muscles began tightening so it wouldn't be long before spunk will be flying up from my nuts, through the shaft and out the pee slit of my cock. Robby beat me to it though, he grunted loudly twice, said, "Oh God!" and for the second time that night fired his load of spermy spunk into my body; this one up my ass. The slippery, sloppy sounds of his cum splattering on my buttocks had sent me over the edge. With my fist tight around my cock, stroking it quickly now, I squeezed down every muscle in my body and shot an amazing spit-ball of cum up to my chin; the rest was only two small spurts of cum onto my T-shirt but both of them felt awesome! Robby had been like, "Oh man, this was so hot!" I'd nodded my head taking in oxygen, listening to my thundering heart and flexing my sphincter muscle around his cock.
He humped me another minute or so, then pulled out and rustled around until he was sitting on my chest. I opened wide and he guided his sloppy cock to lie on my tongue with the head of it just touching the back of my throat. He waited a few seconds staring at me with my mouth open, then, "Okay, start sucking." I smile now thinking back to that. It was a new game at the time and it required me to wait for Robby, after he'd fucked me, to say its okay for me to suck his cock. We make up goofy sex rules as we're driving around in his pickup, the rules are always changing. The best ones are the ones in which he demonstrates an authoritative attitude; they're the kind that get my dick stirring around in my pants even though we're merely discussing them. I rapidly licked his cock until it was shiny clean that night, I did it like I was a dog lapping peanut butter off a banana. Robby stared into my eyes with a look of relaxed contentment the whole time. When we were driving away a little later we realized the big chance we'd taken by staying at that spot so long. There was a patrol car slowly cruising around the lower parking lot on the other side of the fence. In another minute it would have been up to our spot. We were lucky in another way too; if we'd chosen to leave via the exit on the other side of the fence the patrol would have stopped us to find out why we were there. It would mostly have been awkward to be questioned like that because usually it's a boy and a girl getting caught in a lover's lane scenario. Needless to say, if we'd been caught actually doing sex together, then awkward wouldn't adequately describe the situation. Robby glanced over at me that night, then reached over and I held his hand as he muttered, "Close call!"
That's the only sex we've had together in the past two weeks. Naturally I've whacked off many times imagining sex with Robby, but whacking off while fantasizing about it doesn't compare to the real thing. I haven't seen Connor either; not since that uber hot Friday night haircut some weeks back, so what can I say, I'm horny as hell! I was even considering having Dodger fuck me in the pool again, ha ha... not really. Dodger and I haven't been alone together so even if I wanted to, which I don't, it wouldn't have been possible. These are horny days, my friend. The closest thing to some actual sexy activities was the night Dodger and Robby came to my condo for haircuts. It was one night last week and Dodger brought his fuck buddy, Vinnie. As a matter of fact, Chubby was bouncing around the condo as well, although he didn't need a haircut. So ya might say we had ourselves a partial haircut party. Well, party is a stretch; it was more like hanging out which isn't anything new for us. In one way it was a rather odd conglomeration of gay boys; well, gay boys plus whatever Chubby is. Odd in the sense that Dodger and Chubby and Vinnie know that Robby and me are boyfriends, but Robby isn't aware that they know. And, neither Chubby nor Robby know about Vinnie and Dodger being fuck buddies, although I do. For the record, Robby and Chubby are the only ones who know about me and Willie. No one knows about Ray and my one-time gay sex except Ray, and only Jay knows about Elliot and me, but since they weren't here that night, they don't count. Same thing applies for none of the guys knowing about me and Connor, although Connor knows about me and Robby. Headache inducing stuff, ain't it? You can't tell the players without a score card. Anyway, here's the nutty part... four of the guys present that night are gay guys and I suspect Chubby of being bi, but still there was precious little opportunity for sex between anyone. That's because any of the five boys having sex with another might out someone to somebody who didn't want to be outed, or something like that. What a sex orgy we could have had though; maybe someday we will. Not that night unfortunately, although there were a few blue balls during the evening. Oh yeah, actually there was one climax too and not surprisingly it was Dodger who had it; he of the so-called haircut fetish.
I'd splurged and bought three pizzas and a big Greek salad for everyone's dinner. We had potato chips and onion dip for our hor d'oeuvre, plus plenty of sodas. Spare no expense for your friends, that's my motto. After we ate Robby and Chubby went into my bedroom to play a game on my computer while I cut Dodger's hair. Vinnie goes where Dodger goes so he was downstairs with us. Dodger still wants a buzz cut, and he still gets a boner while I'm cutting it. He fidgets during the haircut, groping his bird and doing low moans of arousal. It's weird, but fascinating too. I'd finished with the clippers and was using the trimmers to give definition to his hairline along the sides and then across the front when Dodger let a lot of air out of his lungs and goes, "Oh man! Can ya cut it shorter?" So I'd cut the hairs above his forehead even shorter than the normal buzz which had Dodger grunting and openly groping his crotch, massaging his boner. I'd seen this hair style on some cool dude in People magazine and replicated it on Dodger. Vinnie hadn't been witness to all Dodger's groping, he'd been in the recliner watching his dream boy, Justin Bieber, performing on MTV. Justin's only fifteen but he's a real talent, and a very hot looking Canadian boy. I'd glance over and see Vinnie groping himself and then look down at Dodger groping himself and... well, ya just gotta love the young gay boys. They're hot!
When I'd finished Dodger's haircut I squeezed the back of his neck saying, "This style buzz looks so cool on you, Dodger! It's got definition, dude!" He had his fist around his boner from the outside of his shorts, gasping, "Oh man, I need to cum, can you give me some tongue?" That boy's never been what you'd call inhibited. Leaning my face down to him he beat me to it and stuck his tongue in my mouth and, yum! He tastes just like his brother, Robby. Vinnie looked up just then and, already turned-on by Justin, he'd squeaked, "Hey, let me do that too!" Vinnie's not what you'd call inhibited either. He'd trotted right over, a cute smirk on his face like, "Me too!" I was certainly up for it, but first I did a quick check of the stairs, didn't hear anything, so what the hell. Our arms go around each others shoulders like a scrum; Dodger was still sitting, Vinnie and me standing on either side of him. The three of us had our faces squished together, noses pressed against noses, and tongues against tongues. What a great feeling those youthful faces were as we lapped tongues and licked lips and did some half-assed kissing while laughing a little 'cause it was basically nuts. Nuts, but fun. Those two boys already have all the sexual equipment they'll ever need and at sixteen they still have their baby faces too, which I love and which makes them very hot young studs. Hanging out with the kids will keep ya young! We'd gone at it as long as we dared, probably too long to be honest 'cause there's no telling when Robby or Chubby could've popped down here to see what's up. By the end we'd all had a hand on someone's dick and there was nothing but boners in our pants. Total time for our odd three-way make-out was maybe three or four minutes, but it had Dodger near the edge. His face flushed, he asked me, "Will you be the lookout for me and Vinnie, Dylan?" I knew he needed to climax so I nodded "yes," and he'd taken Vinnie's hand, pulling him to the half bath. Vinnie had looked back at me, saying, "Cut my hair just like ya did Dodger's, okay, Dylan?" I shrug, "Sure, dude. Whatever you want." It was funny seeing both boys with tents in their laps as they hurried to the powder room. A four inch tent in Dodger's and a much bigger one in Vinnie's. I chuckled at them, but at the same time I was kinda jealous and felt a little left out too.
I'm not sure if it was oral sex or a hand job, but Dodger had gotten his rocks off one way or another. It's easy to tell because his energy level isn't revved way up after climax, he's calmer, almost like a normal kid. Vinnie and Dodger were only in the half bath a couple of minutes because, hell, Dodger was just about ready to blow his load from the haircut and the kisses. While cutting Vinnie's hair I'd examined him closely but couldn't spot the tell tale signs of cum on his lips or hands. No way was it up his ass, not enough time for that although they are only sixteen so almost anything is possible. Then, for some reason, everyone was down in the finished basement when I was cutting Robby's hair so we didn't even get to kiss. That's the way it's been going for us all summer. Robby seems calm about it so maybe he's more mature than I am. He still wants the flattop haircut and on him it does look excellent. I always think back to my eleventh grade pop culture course and the old copies of a magazine called The Saturday Evening Gazette or was it The Saturday Evening Post ? On the cover of one was a drawing of the All American Boy. This innocent looking teenaged choir boy has a sexy slim body, a boyishly cute face, rosy cheeks, and a blond flattop haircut. Every time I'd see that cover, even before we were close friends, I'd think, "That's Rob Dickers!"
Well, like I said, that haircut night was as close to a sexy encounter as I've been involved in during the past two weeks and that's just plain pathetic! Hell, it's embarrassing! Oh, I just thought of something else about that magazine's All American Boy: he looks like Robby alright, but I'll bet ya anything he doesn't fuck his boyfriend as good as Robby fucks his! Okay... that remark right there is an indication of how horny I am. Help is on the way though; Mary Jo comes home this Saturday which means Chubby will be among the missing again. Of course I wish I could have Chubby around all the time and also have my sexy time with Robby. That's not in the cards just yet though so I'm yearning for Robby at the moment. And another thing, we only have about ten days left in July after which Chubby, me, and the moms will be in Wildwood, New Jersey. We'll be there the first two weeks of August for a true vacation from not only school, but from work too. It'll be just Chubby and me again this summer so that's another reason I'll take all of Robby that I can get before we vacation at the shore.
It's Friday and I'm on the bus heading for work trying to remember the last time I went two weeks without sharing sex with another boy. It's idiotic when you think about it because I actually have a real live boyfriend! Now, if only we could just get together once in a while, it would be perfect! Thinking more positively, I do have this nice feeling six inch boner going for me right now. Be grateful for small favors, ya know? Riding on a bus often gives me a boner and boners feel good. With both hands in my pockets I'm playing with myself as I glance up to see a potential problem; a derelict gets on at the first stop. Scruffy older character who may or may not be a derelict drops a token in the slot and then surveys the passengers before moving into the bus proper. I can almost predict what's going to happen and it ain't gonna make me happy. I watch the man stumble down the aisle getting closer and closer to me. I'm hoping and praying he doesn't sit next to me as he's passing up available empty seats one after another. Fuck! He sits right down beside me and moves into part of my half of the seat. I ease my hands out of my pockets staring out the window, pissed off; this is a bad omen. Then I snicker to myself thinking about the two of us: a derelict and a pervert sharing a seat this morning. Ha ha! I'm not really a pervert though; so what if I was playing with myself on my way to work? I'm just a teen who likes his penis. The derelict smells like motor oil, by the way. Hey, where's the Asian boy who flipped me the bird? What would he smell like? I haven't seen him on the bus for a while and I tried to picture his unique features in order to block out this intrusive derelict. When it's my stop I squeeze by the derelict as he's brushing my ass with his hand, at least I hope it was his hand. One thing's for certain, I sure don't need to be concerned about hiding my boner walking up the aisle today, not after that disgusting person shared his motor oil body odor with me and then rubbed my ass. Jesus! What a start to my workday.
Shortly I'm walking around the Dickers Landscape & Design Company's grounds smoking and thinking about tonight. Robby's got another baseball game so it'll be just Chubby and me going to the movies. We'll be joining the gang we usually hook up with on Friday nights so it's kind of a routine night, but that's okay; I'll be with Chubby. Mary Jo returns from New Hampshire tomorrow so this will be Chubby's last night as a bachelor. Maybe when Robby and I hook up tomorrow night we can... oops, my daydreaming causes me to lose track of the time and I glance at my wristwatch mumbling, "Shit!" With just minutes to spare I'm in the locker room changing into my work clothes and then hustling to join my work crew. Robby made a face like "You're almost late again!" Everyone was present so we loaded up the trucks and took off for a day of landscaping, which for our crew means cutting grass. I'd frowned at Robby's critical expression and instead of getting in the cab like usual, I climbed into the back of the pickup with the rookies, pouting. It started raining before we got to the first job and it continued raining all morning which really sucks. Working right through the rain everyone was totally soaked by lunch time and a little cranky too, even Robby. It takes longer to get through our lawn schedule when it rains so we were already two lawns behind schedule by lunchtime. Robby made an announcement at lunch break, "We're working late tonight guys, so call whoever you need to at lunch and inform them you'll be at least an hour late this afternoon." Chubby doesn't want me calling him at work so I'll wait until after work before doing it. There were groans about working late, especially on a Friday, but nobody gave Robby much of a hard time about it. For one thing he'd just fired a kid who complained too much about this or that, and for another thing everyone knows Robby's the owner's son, so how smart would it be to give him a hard time?
The sun came out in the afternoon and we did manage to finish all the lawns only an hour later than usual. Back at the garage there was one more procedure I needed to help with before thinking about heading home. The oil needed to be changed in the mowers and since my next bus won't be for forty-five minutes, and to make up with Robby too, I volunteered to haul the old oil around the side of the building and down to the basement of the warehouse. Robby gave me a sweet smile and an air kiss when no one was looking. It made me feel better; pouting all day is exhausting. Ordinarily Robby would give me a ride home in a late-workday situation like this except today he needs to go directly to the baseball game and he's already late. He hurriedly cleaned up in the lavatory and then changed into his baseball uniform. This place will be completely deserted shortly as everyone is anxious to start their weekend; we have every other Saturday off and tomorrow is an off day. Robby squeezed my arm, said a quick, "Love ya, Dylan!" and was gone. It turns out I'll be the last person in the whole complex so Robby gave me the keys to lock up.
By the time I finished with the last of the oil it was as quiet in here as I've ever experienced it. We'd accumulated quite a bit of old oil which I consolidated into a plastic five gallon container. After tightening the container's lid I lifted it to see how heavy it is; it's wicked heavy! Struggling with the weight of it, I went out the backdoor, which slammed shut behind me, and staggered with the container heading for the secluded side of the building. I'll need to carry the oil about two blocks all together. All the way around the back to the far side of the building, and then halfway down that side to the steep stairwell that led to the side entrance. That side of the Dickers complex borders a parking lot, and across the parking lot is an old abandoned municipal building which the parking lot belongs to. Dickers Company has courtesy use of it as overflow parking space. At the far end of the lot were two cars, a BMW and a Saturn; one was giving the other a jump start with a battery pack. I didn't pay much attention to them until a chill ran down my back; Joel used to be the one who assisted with that sort of thing. Well, maybe now that he's a white collar office worker he doesn't do that stuff anymore. I sure as hell hope it's not him. Not knowing what kind of car Joel drives and realizing that one of those two guys being Joel would be a major coincidence; out of all the employees at Dickers Landscape & Design Company Joel is one of two guys still here the exact same day I need to be here late? I called myself paranoid and stopped worrying about it.
Anyway, I've got my hands full dealing with this goddamn container of oil and it's getting freakin' heavier with every step I take. By the time I get to the side entrance sweat is rolling down my forehead burning my eyes and I'm wishing for some of that rain we had earlier today. There are sixteen high granite steps leading down to the basement storage area. I'd been in the basement garage only once before, its ceiling is maybe twenty feet high so the place can accommodate trucks and construction equipment. This is the only people entrance for this big area which is stupid, but there are three large garage doors on the other side that the trucks and foot traffic use during the workday. Maybe I should have gone around the other way to enter from the front. Too late now. I rested the oil container on each step going down. It's can seem kind of creepy around here when you think about the secluded nature of this entrance and how eerily quiet it is. A third of the way down I was startled when the silence was broken by a car engine starting up. Looking through the bottom of the bars along the ledge running the length of the stairwell I see at least one of the cars leaving, from here I can't quite see the other car so maybe it left too. Good! As I continue down, each of my footsteps echoes in my ear making it even creepier. Huffing and puffing I arrive at the bottom only to discover the damn key won't work. Turning it as hard as I can it finally works when I lean against the door with my shoulder. Pushing the door open, the hinges complain by creaking like they do in horror movies. It makes me think, "This sucks! This sucks! Its pitch black and musty inside, but cooler than it is outside. Reaching my arm in, fumbling my hand against the wall searching for the light switch I half expect someone to grab my arm from inside. I'm already spooking myself when something big scurries across the floor in the dark. Jesus! I'm really jumpy, but here's the light switch. I flick the switch, the lights and exhaust fans come on simultaneously making a loud swooshing sound that scares the shit out of me. I jump back, letting out a little scream at the same time, then feel foolish. After checking the floor to make sure that scurrying thing wasn't in the area, I hurriedly put the container of oil with the other containers along the wall and back out of the door, turning out the lights as I go. The exhaust fan goes off too and it's once again eerily silent and pitch black. I'm thinking, "Okay, that's done, now let me get the hell out of here!" and pull the door closed, as I hear the hinges protesting again and then the lock clicking. Turning around and the sun is bright and the world seems real again. I head up the steps feeling light as a feather without that five gallon container of oil to carry. Let my weekend begin!
Halfway up the steps I hear, "I thought that was you, pussy boy." It startled me and I went "YO! Wha..." then my balls got tiny and my dick shriveled up as I look up and see Joel standing at the top of the steps sneering down at me. Stopped in my tracks I looked quickly behind me remembering instantly how much trouble it was opening that door. I thought, "No! The last place I want to be is in that creepy storage area." Joel's got an especially sinister smirk on his face when I look back up at him. He's dragging from his unfiltered cigarette, when he exhales the smoke, he says, "I watch you in the parking lot every morning and every afternoon. Watch you as you're swinging that cute ass of yours. And I know very well that you're totally aware I'm watching you too. It's fucking disgusting the way you purposely try to attract my attention! You're a real cock teaser, ain't ya?" I gulp and say, "I don't know what you're talking about. Don't start all this stuff again, Joel. Please, just leave me alone." He mocks me by mimicking me, "Please, just leave me alone!" Then he sneeringly says, "What a little girl you are. That's what you want to be, isn't it: a little pussy slut? You got those whoring bedroom eyes and those sexy lips and that pretty face. How long did ya practice the way you shake your ass when you walk, and why don't you just wear a sign around your neck saying "Joel, please fuck me!"? You're a slut alright, that's exactly what you are. A slutty cock teaser and I need to straighten your ass out! You need to be corrected!" Sweat is pouring from me now; it's really hot in the stairwell with the late afternoon sun shining down on me and absolutely no air moving around in this pit. Standing there sweating I'm sensing Joel's taken his crazy act to a new and more dangerous level. I whine, "Why do you say these terrible things to me? I've never done anything to you." He goes, "Oh, haven't you? Really? You never done nothing to me, huh? What a crock of shit! You or someone you know did something to me alright!" I'm shaking my head as he shouts, "Get the fuck up here! We got unfinished business."
Okay, I'm shaking all over now but I'm also trying to pull myself together. He turns me into the little girl he was just talking about, my legs feel like spaghetti. Joel looks around and chuckles, then in a conversational voice, which is scarier than his sneering voice, he says, "Hey, there ain't nobody in the whole fucking place except you and me. And ain't this just the perfect fucking spot to have our little meeting?" I can't think! I tell myself, "Think! Think! Think! Don't listen to him!" But it's so fucking hot down here and I'm basically trapped. He prattles on, "Did ya know that's what I do all day; arrange fucking meetings. Its busy work fit for a cunt, but I gotta do it because it's all I'm good for since that so-called accident you arranged." I'm still trying to think what to do. Running away from him is a good idea except he's blocking the top of the steps. He snaps, "I told you to get the fuck up here!" I took a deep breath and tried to pull off the unexpected. I tried to come off really pissed! Taking a deep breath, my heart pounding like a drum, boom, boom, boom! I yell at him, "You're unbalanced and delusional and I'm calling Mr. Dickers to report this intimidation of yours! You won't even be able to do the cunt work then 'cause you'll be fired!" My voice was slightly shrill and my eyes were teary by the time I was through. His eyes weren't though, they opened wide with wildness in them. He hesitated for a second, his face flinched, he snorted like a bull and charged down the eight steps that separated us grabbing me by my T-shirt ripping it half off me and smacking the side of my face screaming, "Shut the fuck up you pussy!" I'm going, "Don't!" Another slap as I hold my hands up protecting my head. He rustled me around, got his hand inside the back elastic band of my basketball shorts, ripping the band as his hand went in, and squeezed my bare ass. Then his long middle finger went all the way up my asshole. I was gagging with the pain, not only the violent insertion, but his finger nail cut my anus going in. Joel was behind me, he had an arm around my throat and literally picked me up with an arm under my chin and, mostly, just the one hand cupping my bare buttocks, me against his chest; his biceps bulging revoltingly, his long middle finger way up inside me. Joel's hand was a small seat I sat on as he walked unsteadily up the steps. All the way up he held me in front of him about waist high, like a ventriloquist's dummy.
My hole hurt too much for me to struggle and with his arm around my throat I had no choice but to lie back against his disgusting chest and balance myself on his hand. He was breathing too hard to say anything himself and I was in shock so no words were spoken going up the steps. I was definitely in some kind of shock, but still scared enough to worry about peeing in my pants. At the top of the stairs he walked the length of the stairwell and sat me on the wrought iron railing near where it attached to the building, my feet dangling over on the steps' side. Just the back of my thighs near my knees supported me on the railing. Joel's hand covered most of my buttocks; it was massaging both cheeks, his middle finger seemed to almost touch my tonsils. From this perch it looked a long way down to the bottom granite step. Through the pain, which was thankfully ebbing, I tried for a reconciliation, "Okay, that was rude of me, Joel. I'm sorry I yelled. Can we talk regularly, please?" His chin was on the top of my head, he'd adjusted me back against his chest so that just my shoulders and the back of my head rested against him. I had my arms behind me gripping his pants on the outside of both his legs for fear he'd drop me backwards. He smelled of some offensive after-shave, but that was preferable to the way he smelled the earlier time I'd run into him. I could feel his heart beat against my left shoulder; it was a slow dull thump and didn't seem to be thumping fast enough to do the job, although obviously it was. Joel, catching his breath, said, "Not such a smartass now, are ya? You'll learn the proper way to address your master. For now keep that scared pussy voice going for ya and maybe you won't get slapped again." I whine, "Please let me down, Joel, you're hurting my, me... my rear end." He had no reply. It felt like he was rubbing his revolting nose across the top of my head. I heard a quiet, "Mmmmm," from him.
Then his arm came from around my neck so he could pet my head and ruffle my hair. I tightened my grip on his pants balancing my body against his chest to keep from falling sideways. Soon he began running his fingers through my short hair, over and over; it seemed to calm him. After maybe thirty seconds he again used that creepy, conversational voice to say, "I was going to work out a mutually agreed upon day and time for our meeting. That's the way we talk in the office, ya know. But now I'm not going to be so nice about it because you were rude. Weren't you rude to me?" He was still fondling my head while he was talking. I didn't say anything because I was so uncomfortable with his finger up my ass and all, and anyway, when I tried to make a point earlier he'd exploded. He shook me almost gently then and put his head down beside mine to ask again, "Weren't you rude just now?" I go, "Yeah, I apologize for that," he began finger fucking me then, which hurt. He mumbled, "How's this feel? Feel good, does it?" I got the shivers at how creepy he was acting. At the same time the back of my thighs began aching from the railing boring into the flesh. His lips brushed against my ear, he was breathing roughly now, as he spoke softly in this eerie whispery way, saying, "You know you're like a walking sex act, the live kind they have at the Rocky theater. It's almost as if sexiness floats off you like magic dust. Did you know that? Are you some kind of boy witch or something? A beautiful boy warlock?" I began to hope this crazy bastard might have morphed into another personality here. You know, like those multiple personality people. I try for nice, "Ah, please Joel, let's start over and be friends. You know, like you said, we can have a nice talk about that meeting you were going to arrange. Can we do that?" He hesitated, I could feel him shaking his head fast from side to side, then he snorted again like he'd done before storming down the steps, and then screamed in my ear, "You think I'm queer don't you. Is that what you're saying to me, you pussy?" I'm like, "Huh? What do you mean? I didn't..." He roughly jerked my body up and my thighs flopped off the wrought iron rail and then back down on it hard, "OW!" I cried. He snarled, "Tonight is the night. Our meeting is tonight! Don't you dare infer I'm a faggot! I correct wayward youth for their own good! I help them see the correct way and I'm gonna help you too!" The back of my legs ached. I mumbled, "OK," to agree with whatever he wanted me to agree with; obviously he's insane. He calmed down a little, but still sounded pissed-off when he asked, "Do you know the Glendale section of town?" I've giving up trying to follow his logic, or lack of it, but this sounds like it might be good. Seems like we're making plans for later, which means there'll be a later. I mumble, "Yeah, down by the warehouses." He goes, "Right. At Ryder and Holmes streets there's a Deli called Ryder Deli. It'll be closed, everything is closed at dusk in that part of town. You take the "L" bus, the bus stop is down the street from the Deli. I'll meet you there at nine tonight and we'll go to my place so I can correct you properly. Prepare yourself for a rough ride, but one you need. I've corrected some but you're the worst... oh, never mind that. Just be there!"
He's more deranged than ever; this guy is way beyond just being out of his mind: he's two or three lunatic asylum stages past crazy! He needs to be in a really, really, really secure detention unit! I go, "Oh, okay, Joel. What should I bring with me?" He says, "Nothing, ya dumb shit! You won't be wearing nothing in the dungeon." The finger fucking continues and as much as I hate to admit it, it didn't hurt anymore. As a matter of fact, his finger was going right over my prostate and was starting to get the attention of my balls. I willed myself to ignore it. Trying to sound sincere, I said, "Okay, nine o'clock then. Take the "L" bus route. I got it." He says, "You'll be there overnight, maybe Saturday night too. The quicker you learn your place and learn how to please your master, the quicker you can enjoy the benefits of your master's big organ. It's not all punishment, ya know." I wasn't paying much attention now because my dick was beginning to react on it's own to the constant massaging inside my hole. The little cut on my anus was forgotten. Abruptly Joel stopped fondling my hair and reached down to rip the elastic band of my shorts in front inserting his hand to now fondle by cock and balls. "You shave your pussy, boy?" This is embarrassing. I squeak out, "Ah, yeah, I guess." He mumbles, "Saves me the trouble of doing it. All your hair must go." I'm frowning with concentration now because it's getting harder and harder to ignore his finger fucking and the penis manipulation. I can tell my breathing is picking up and there's no sense denying it; I'm gonna cum.
To make matters worse he's now steadily massaging my cock; he has it between a couple of his fingers and he's pulling the foreskin off the head, then pushing it back on, then off and on, over and over. My dick is totally without a single brain cell, it simply reacts to the stimulation and I begin squirming against his chest, my sphincter's tightening and opening on his finger. He doesn't appear to notice; in yet another tone, this one almost normal, he says, "You think I'm stupid, don't ya? Well I'm not! I know you'd tell me anything so I'll let you go, then you won't show tonight, right? That's what you're thinking, ain't it?" My cock was almost boner-up, I gasped, "What, huh?" I was definitely on my way to climax. He was in no hurry, everything was done deliberately. Joel says, again in that almost normal voice, "I looked up your personnel file, Dylan Newman. It says you're a male and I think I'm stroking a penis but is it yours or was it sewn onto your pussy?" I go, "Huh? Pussy? Oh, I'll be there, Joel. Promise." There was precum in my pants now and I squeaked out a sigh, he chuckled and, sounding much more excited now, said, "Getting ready to blow a little spunk are ya, pussy? In the dungeon I got a milking machine that will keep you pumping jism all fucking night long. I got plugs with batteries for your hiney hole too, dildos galore. Some of them are a little messy with fecal matter from my previous pet boys, none as cute and sexy as you though. You won't mind their fecal matter, will ya? We got clamps for your girly titties too and weights to stretch your nuts, if ya have any. How does all that sound to ya?" He was getting more and more excited obviously, but I only heard bits and pieces of his ranting, I was just about on the brink. Then I gave in; clamping my jaw shut, humping my hips off his hand slightly and grunting with the involuntary tightening of my stomach muscles, and spunk spurted from my cock head into my pants. It wasn't even a good feeling, not special like climaxing should be. Then another spasm of muscle tightening and more cum drooled out; like the psycho said, it was more like being milked than having an orgasm.
Blinking at this outrage, I was all of a sudden so tired, so sick of Joel, so sick of being helpless. Then the obvious became clear in my head and it helped my state of mind immeasurably to finally realize that this is it, the Joel resolution is going to happen tonight. I'm going to get Chubby to help me kill this motherfucker, or at least put him out of commission again, this time in a very serious way. We gotta do something that at the very least will make him unable to be a danger to anyone. A kind of dead feeling came over me, stone cold heart and all. This maniac is going to be out of my life for good, it's already settled in my head... me and Chubby will handle it, no one else. Joel was still talking but I wasn't paying attention anymore. I felt like shit and was sick to my stomach, but at the same time I can't ever remember having a raging feeling of hatred like I have now. I've never been this angry, it consumes me. It's a sick unhealthy feeling, but at the same time I felt dangerous and lethal too. I guess the anger showed on my faced because Joel stopped saying whatever it was he was saying, and instead sneers, "Oh, is the pussy pissed off? Too fucking bad! I'm the crippled one, not you! You did something to my mower, didn't you?" He abruptly pulled his finger out of my ass and rubbed it across my upper lip saying, "You'll be there at nine o'clock, don't even think about not showing or I'll be meeting your mother when she gets out of work tonight. I'll put the tittie clamps on her tits! Got it, you witch bitch?" I nodded my head as best I could instead of speaking because I was afraid the contempt I felt for him would be unmistakable in my voice. He goes on, "Your old lady served me drinks at that restaurant-bar she works at. It was the night before last and I wrote something dirty on the napkin for her as a tip. You show up where I said, or I'll show up at the restaurant. Got it?"
Oh yeah, I got it alright; nothing could keep me from showing up tonight you loony freak. Then, being careful how I said it, I say, "I'll be there Joel, you don't need to worry about that." I wanted him to hear fear in my voice so I tried to sound meek as a mouse. He chuckled, then mumbled, "I know you will 'cause you want what I got. You've always wanted what I've got and now you're finally gonna get your wish. Yep, after trying to get my attention for so long, you've finally gotten it." Then he smeared his middle finger under my lip on my front teeth and the acrid taste of shit was all I tasted. He added, "I'm not worried in the least. You're gonna be my pet dog by Sunday. I'll have a nice doggy collar, leash, and food bowl for you too; they've all been used before but by the time you're using 'em you won't care." He pulled his hand out from the front of my pants and rubbed my cum on my face and in my hair saying, "Have you ever been whipped by a cat o'nine tails? No? After ripping your clothes off, I'm going to tie your hand up on a rafter hook so you're just barely able to stand on your toes, and then I'll whip that cute ass of yours till you can't take it any more, and then I'll whip you again. You any good at begging, Dylan Newman?" He was off in another world; maybe he does have a split personality. To keep him off guard, I meekly say, "You're not going to do any of those things, you'd end up in jail." He says, "You wouldn't tell on your Daddy would you? That's who I'll be to you by Sunday," and he actually laughs... at least I think it was a laugh.
Just when I'm thinking we're about done here, he says, "Get yourself ready for anything!" as he's straightening me up and sliding my ass onto the wrought iron railing. Letting go of his pants, I'm expecting to be lifted off the railing but instead he pushes me forward off the railing into the stairwell. I screamed going down, groping behind me with both hands and in the nick of time caught a single railing spoke to keep me from crashing into the granite steps a long way down. I hung there backward for a second with my arm feeling like it was coming out of the socket. When I felt steady enough, I slowly got my body around facing the side wall of the stairwell and immediately grabbed a metal spoke with my other hand and, letting go of the original spoke, then grabbing a new spoke with that hand, I was safe. My body hung in the stairwell, my sneakers about ten feet from the bottom. After a few seconds I took in a big breath and pulled myself up to get a knee on the ledge, then stood up and straddled the railing getting over to the parking lot side and collapsed on the ground panting. Joel was gone. He probably never even looked back after pushing me from the railing.
My mind was blank for a second, and then my thirst for revenge got hotter and hotter until it blazed like a furnace and I had murder in my heart. I don't believe I could really kill anyone except in self defense, the question is: Is this self defense? I need a plan. No crying from me this time, none of my rationalizations either. None of the "I should have done this or that or I should have said this or that." No, none of that shit. Just conviction in my heart that this is it, this is going to be the end of my fears where that insane maggot is concerned. There will need to be some sort of game plan of course, and the plan needs Chubby in it. Then I thought, "Wait a minute... this whole thing is impossible, he can't believe he'd get away with doing all that shit to me!" Then right away I realized there are tons of examples of horrible things being done to someone everyday: husbands murdering their wives, or money scams so outrageous they're hard to believe, or mothers drowning her children 'cause she wants to be with some guy who doesn't like kids or because God told her to do it, and in every case you could ask yourself, "How the fuck did he or she think they were going to get away with that?" They do though, they think they'll get away with it because they're either stupid, or crazy, or delusional or all of the above. I have no idea how many of those things Joel said he was going to do he'd actually do, and I have no intention of finding out either. There's little doubt in my mind he's done very bad things to other boys in the past though, the horror of it comes through in the manner Joel goes on about the used dog collar and dildos with fecal matter, and other gross stuff like that. He talked about the whipping with a sense of reverence.
Calm and cold blooded is my frame of mind as I sit here on the ground, zombie like, with this strange feeling of growing confidence. Then, looking around I asked myself out loud, "What smells like shit?" before remembering that it's my own shit I'm smelling from Joel rubbing his middle finger under my nose. I stagger to my feet feeling the wetness of cum cooling in my jockey underpants now too. All my faculties are returning and my unpleasant conditions, one by one, are checking in with my brain. There's cum drying on my face and in my hair, aches and pains on the back of my thighs and my arms, and the shit in my mouth and nose. Standing there looking down that deep stairwell my stomach turned over at the thought of the possible injuries I'd have experienced if I hadn't broken my fall. It's so stupid and sick of Joel, he wants me in his crazy dungeon yet he could have killed me by pushing me over the railing. Wait a minute, what am I saying; this fucker's insane, he doesn't think like a normal person... he didn't think that through at all. Shaking by head to clear it, I got myself walking toward the back door, unlocked it and went to the locker room's lavatory. In there I gargled with water, then put a little soap on my finger and rubbed my teeth, gum, and under my lip getting the shit stain cleaned up. I finished with a lot more gargling, eliminating the soapy taste. I washed my face and hair as best I could, then used wet paper towels on my crotch cleaning up the cum there. I put myself back together as best I could manage with what I had to work with. I'd tossed my ripped pants and torn, sweaty, T-shirt into the trash. The pants were totally ruined and that T-shirt had been ripped but even worse than that, it had been up against the psycho's chest so I'd never wear it again even if it wasn't ripped. Cleaned up, I put on back-up shorts and a T-shirt from my locker. No backup underpants though, so I'll have to go commando. I stopped abruptly at a mirror where I caught my reflection; the expression on my face scared me a little. Squinting eyes and lips curling with pissed-off determination, but at the same time there was a scarily calm look there too... how very dangerous I felt. It's a new feeling, I've apparently reached my breaking point and so I don't give a shit about anything except revenge, I'll just go for it and to hell with the consequences.
Barely getting to the bus stop in time, I sat in a seat by myself sweating and seething with hate while forming my plan. As the bus' air conditioning eliminated the perspiration from my face I got rational, recognizing one vital point; revenge must take place tonight, it's absolutely mandatory that it takes place this very night. The number one reason for that is Joel's threats against my mom, there's no wiggle room with that, it's too serious. Plus, by taking action tonight there's not enough time for me to think of a more logical, less dangerous solution than the one I'm forming right now. With more time to think about it Chubby and I might come up with a less radical measure, and Joel needs radical all over his ass! No, this is it, and it needs to be an almost lethal, straightforward, but simple plan. Obviously going to the police is totally pointless. They never prevent crime, they sometimes react to crime after the fact, but that's about all. Mostly they concern themselves with the dangerous work of giving us teenage drivers traffic tickets or generally harassing us in other ways. Me complaining about Joel would be a case of "he said, he said", no laws have been broken, yet. None that I can prove anyway. No, it's Chubby and me who need to disable Joel in a serious way, yet in a way that won't appear I'm involved. I need to lead Joel into an ambush where Chubby appears out of nowhere and hits the psycho over the head or something. We'll make it seem like a robbery with Joel seeing me running away so I'm not implicated. He doesn't know Chubby, but probably Chubby should still wear a mask or something, just in case. On the bus I was into rational planning, that's what's needed here. Robby got lucky when he did that sabotage on Joel's ride-on mower; I'm not taking a chance on luck.
Half way home my cell phone beeped, it was Chubby, who asked, "Where are you, Dylan? You're late, dude, I was getting a little worried." I calmly said, "I'm on the bus heading home. We worked late due to the rain. I should have called, but there was an incident. I need your help tonight with something very serious and very dangerous." Chubby said, "Yes, of course. What do we need to do?" Just like that. I guess there won't be any movies this Friday night for us two. When I got to my condo we sat at the kitchen bar drinking sodas and eating sub sandwiches that Chubby had bought for our dinner. In between drinking and eating I told Chubby about Joel. I didn't tell him about all the horrible names Joel called me or the nasty things he said about me; I want to analyze those things more closely sometime later, maybe in there are reason some guys hate me right off and other guys come on to me. I did tell Chubby about Joel sticking his finger up my ass and about him throwing me into a sixteen foot deep stone stairwell and how Joel intends turning me into his dog by whipping me in his so-called dungeon, or some such shit like that. I told Chub about the tit clamps and dildos and Joel's threat against my mom. Chubby's eyes got big when I mentioned the dildos because Ricky used them on him. When I mentioned the threat against my mom Chubby stood up and paced, saying, "Okay, okay. I don't need to hear any more. Do you have a plan yet?" We're almost nineteen years old, we're old enough to fight wars, and most of all, we're super pissed off and therefore very dangerous. Actually it hardly seems fair, that ass wipe Joel doesn't have a chance! That's our attitude, we really believe it too!
It didn't take long to outline my plan to Chubby; we changed parts of it until we finally came up with this: We'll drive the Jeep to the meeting place soon so we can find a hiding place for Chubby. He'll he out of sight in a store's doorway or something like that a half block from Ryder's deli. Chubby's going to need a weapon and after looking around the garage we came up with a thirty inch steel wrecking bar. I guess it's a crow bar of sorts except without the curved end. This is a straight steel bar about an inch and a half in diameter weighing about five pounds. Neither of us has any idea why it's even here in the garage. I remember seeing it under the workbench over the years but didn't give it much thought; we've never even used the workbench except to put stuff on it. The steel bar must have been left by the builders years ago. When Chubby spotted it, he goes, "Jeez, this should work perfectly!" Holding it at the end with either one or two hands he was able to swing it easily. It's heavy but the weight's spread out over the length of the bar and Chubby has no problem swinging it with speed, the impact force would be significant. We tried it out on that heavy duty workbench along the back of the garage which is supported by a number of three inch square solid wood legs. Chubby accidentally took out one of the legs while practicing a 360 degree swing of the bar. The steel bar cracked the solid wood leg like it was lawn furniture. Oh yeah, it's gonna do some serious damage to a certain maniac's bones. Joel is scary strong so we need to be careful and take nothing for granted. Chubby practiced swinging that thing a few more times, then spotted a pair of my mom's gardening gloves. Putting them on, he wiped the bar clean of his finger prints, saying, "Take no chances, I'll wear the gloves." I'm nodding my head feeling confident we're doing everything we need to do.
We agreed not to kill Joel because that brings too much heat from the police; even for a sleazy bastard like Joel they'll try to find the murderer, so no hits to the head. Also we mumbled about how we might feel about ourselves later in life if we killed him, which by now I've no doubt we could do if that's the way we decided to go. Instead of killing him we intend to seriously cripple him. Chubby says he's going for Joel's ankle first, the one that's already weak from Robby's little surprise. I'll take off running as soon as I'm sure Joel's no threat to Chubby, which should be a few seconds after the melee begins. That way it'll look like a random mugging and I took off to save my own ass. When Joel's talking to police he won't be able to implicate me in the mugging. Actually, he probably won't even mention me one way or the other, but to be safe I'll take off. The plan is for Chubby to whack both of Joel's knees a couple of times with the steel bar, hard. Hopefully this results in a crippling injury that lands Joel in a wheelchair for life, or at the very least has him hobbling along with a cane after a long, long rehabilitation period. If we can accomplish just that much we can insure that he won't be able to do serious harm to anyone ever again, me included. Chubby's also going to take Joel's wallet to make it look like a mugging-robbery. The police are lazy. That's how they'll handle it, which is to say; they won't do shit about a random mugging even though it's a violent one. They'll check out the muscles on Joel and realize it needed to be violent to put him out and that obviously it wasn't attempted murder with no head wounds. I'll have my Swiss Army pocket knife in my pocket, opened, in case everything goes wrong and we gotta save ourselves. That knife has a razor sharp blade which I've wrapped a handkerchief around to I don't cut my dick off when I'm running. I almost hope I need to use it 'cause I'll slice his throat. I've never been this outraged in my life. Joel Mc Carty thinks he's going to torture me or my mom? Well, I don't fucking think so!
We methodically went about preparing for this nightmare. Chubby put on some ripped jeans and a soiled sweatshirt with a hood which no one in their right mind would wear in this summer's heat. He had beat up old sneakers on his feet and he's cut a leg section from one of his Mom's pantyhose to pull over his head distorting his facial features and making himself look scary. I have an empty over-night bag hoping it will appear to Joel like I'm committed to the idea of staying overnight, bringing a change of clothes or something to lull Joel into feeling things are going his way. We piled into the Jeep with Chubby driving. I didn't feel really nervous until we were approaching the deli. By the time we got there neither of us were talking at all, so I think Chubby was just as nervous as me. We'd never ever think of letting each other down though, so we went about everything just the way we planned it. We parked three blocks away so the car couldn't be connected to us if we're observed near the Ryder and Holmes intersection. As we walked toward the assigned block, Chubby carrying the steel bar as inconspicuously as possible at his side, the section of pantyhose sticking out of his pocket, my heart began beating faster and faster until it was hammering like a humming bird's heart by the time we were outside the Ryder Delicatessen. I had to take deep breaths, and then slowly let the air out, calming myself. Chubby patted my back and squeezed my hand, he had an expression of determination on his face. We walked the entire block the deli was on looking for a good spot for Chubby to hide in. I glanced around us constantly insuring that Joel hadn't had the same idea we did of getting here early. We found no good spot in the deli's block, but the very next block had an excellent deep doorway, an alcove actually, leading to a pawn shop. This is the perfect spot where Chubby can wait it out. I'll simply need to lure Joel down to this block. Everything was closed on the street and very little traffic of any kind was about, which is why Joel chose this location I suppose.
Chubby and I looked at each other for a second, hugged awkwardly, and mumbled, "Good luck." I was having trouble swallowing, my mouth was so dry. I left Chubby in his hiding spot and walked to the bus stop. We still had almost an hour before the bus was due. Of course I'm not getting on the bus; I'm pretending to get off of it. Near the bus stop there were people moving about but everyone averted their eyes, minding their own business. Not too long ago I was angrier than I've ever been in my life, now I'm more nervous than I've ever been in my life. I felt seriously sick to my stomach and my chain smoking did nothing to help the situation. My head was full of doubts now and full of second guesses about what we were about to do. What if something happens to Chubby? And, why do I need to put my friend and family in jeopardy? It got so I was blaming myself until I made myself get real... it's that fucking Joel who pushed this on me. He's the cause of my problems, it's not me, it's him. Jeez, I'm nervous! It seemed like forever before I finally see the bus chugging down the street. It's dark now and only a couple of the street lights were working. This is an old, run down section of town but it doesn't have a particularly bad reputation as a high crime area. There's crime of course, but it's not like a war zone.
Two big African American men got off the bus yelling at each other which didn't do anything to calm my nerves. The bus driver is a large Hispanic woman who stared at me, expecting me to get on the bus. I wish I could get on that thing and go wherever it's going, but of course I turned my back on it and, carrying my overnight satchel, began my walk back to the deli. The bus door closed with a gush of air, like it was mad at me for rejecting it. Back to the Holmes and Ryder intersection I go, straining my eyes watching for the psycho. It was eerily quiet; this area is commercial, nothing residential at all, so everything is locked down for the night; no cars, no nothing. My sneakers made a quiet footstep sound, other than that, all I heard was my breathing and a steady drumbeat from somewhere which turned out to be my heart beating against my ribs. A block from the deli I saw him, he was smoking a cigarette, doing some kind of dance. Could it be he's drunk? I slowly approached as he hopped from one foot to the other, smoke pouring from both his nostrils... what the fuck? I continued my slow saunter towards him; when I was half a block away he hacked up a loogy, spit it on the sidewalk and walked away. I breathed a deep sigh of relief; false alarm, it wasn't him. This fucking place could use a few street lights! Standing in front of the deli with my satchel I'm smoking yet another cigarette, my hand is literally shaking holding the damn thing. Another deep breath trying to calm myself when I realize I'm staring right at the doorway that Chubby's hiding in so I make myself look away. Two minutes later a car is slowly approaching on my side of the street, the only car on this street I've seen tonight, and all of a sudden it's clear that we've overlooked the obvious. For some reason we assumed Joel would be on foot when he came to get me. Why is that? Something so obvious like him driving here wasn't considered. He won't be on foot, he's in that fucking car, I just know it. Fuck! I glance down to Chubby's Pawn Shop doorway again, then back at the car. What to do?
It's Joel alright, he just switched on the lights inside his car so I'd recognize him, and so I'll get in I suppose. But there's an obvious and simple solution to this, I won't get in the car and he'll need to get out and be on foot after all. I'm standing here frozen to this spot. The car rolls up and stops at the curb next to me. Joel sneers, "Good little dog, you're here on time!" He's holding up something, "Look, I bought a nice doggie collar with me, it's almost new. Get in and I'll put it on ya, it'll get us started." I shook my head from side to side real fast. He actually chuckled, then asked, "What's that ya got in the satchel?" I say, "Pajamas," and he makes that sound that I think is his laugh. "Okay, enough chit chat. Get in the fucking car!" I shake my head "no" again and drift slowly down the block toward Chubby's block. Joel's Mr. Nice Guy act fades fast. "You little shit, if I need to get out of this car you'll get your first spanking right here!" His car is keeping pace with my slow walk toward the pawn shop. I hurry across the side street to the block Chubby's waiting in. "Stop! God dammit, stop!" Joel yells, but I ignore him. There's a lump in my throat making it hard to swallow or breathe and I need to go to the bathroom so bad it's ridiculous. The slow walk took forever but I'm three feet from the pawn shop doorway now so I stop and stare over at Joel who's staring back at me through the car's open window. It's here and now, the time has arrived and amazingly I become calm; just like that I have this surreal calmness come over me. It doesn't matter that he drove his car, if I won't get in it, he still needs to get out of it to grab me and when he does Chubby's gonna hammer him with that steel bar.
I stare at him without expression on my face as Joel's apparently trying to calm himself by doing that deep breathing thing he did when I first saw him last month. Obviously he's thinking that he only needs to lure me inside the car, or grab me and put me inside the car, and then I'm his. Speaking through the open car window he says, "Okay, you're having second thoughts, you're a little shaky about this whole thing now. No need to be, I was just putting you on about the whipping and all that other shit. There's nothing to be worried about, just get in the car." I stood there looking at that lying piece of shit shaking my head "no". I'm thinking about how he said he'd put the tit clamps on my mom if I didn't do what he wanted. I kept that thought in my mind as a motivating force to keep me standing here, luring a madman to the bait; me. He goes, "Just wait right there, okay?" He's getting out of the car mumbling, "Ya little pansy, I'll get ya, nothing to worry about." Around the car and onto the sidewalk he comes, he tries to do a smile but it comes out a sneer as he approaches me, saying, "Do you ever need what I've got in store for you tonight!"
Taking one last big breath, I'm ready for him. I start drifting nearer the buildings and away from the street. He doesn't run at me, he probably can't with that ankle of his. "Just stay put, Dylan Newman. I'll help ya with your pajamas and we'll have a good ol' time." He's talking in a manner now that he probably thinks is soothing or calming, but to me it's scary as hell and the hairs on the back of my neck are standing up. The horror of spending a night with him! All of a sudden he has his hand on my wrist and it's like a steel vice. He hisses, "I got you now pussy, soon you're gonna be my pet Chihuahua begging for a doggy treat, sniffing around my asshole and lapping my big hairy nuts." It was evil I saw in him just before a shrill scream split the night terrifying me and making me scream too. Chubby was there screaming like a banshee as he hits me just under my ass with that fucking steel bar. I screamed again even though he held up on the swing and hardly touched me. I was so taken aback by the inhuman scream from Chubby, and the hit on my ass, I couldn't move. Chubby's pantyhose distorting face, made worse by the poor lighting, had my eyes wide open in almost disbelief. He wasn't paying attention to me though; he was quickly swinging the bar from way back behind him. Joel had yelled out, the same as me, and let go of me then too, taking a step back, disoriented. That five pound bar was flying around Chubby's body heading straight at Joel this time. He grunted, "No, you fucker...!" and tried to block the blow with his arm, but an arm against that five pound steel bar wasn't real effective. The bar hit the side of his wrist just below his hand with a "splat!" sound which was accompanied by a grunt of effort from Chubby. I heard the bone break and saw Joel's hand bend weirdly sideways as Joel put his head back and howled like a wolf. Chubby didn't even look at me; he snarled at Joel in a voice I didn't recognize yelling "Your money or your life!" as he was swinging that bar again. I had the strangest thought, I thought, "That line's from a song by The Wilburys". Joel was holding his broken wrist against his chest moaning as Chubby came around with another swing hitting the side of Joel's knee with a "boink!" sound. It knocked Joel off balance and he sat down on his ass keening from the pain. This time Chubby did a 360 degree turn swinging that bar, holding it at the very end with both his hands picking up tremendous speed coming around and connecting with Joel's left kneecap. It made a sound like a firecracker going off as the khaki pant leg ripped open revealing the kneecap which had split like an egg, messily. The screech from Joel following the firecracker sound was blood curdling. It had been maybe ten seconds from Chubby's first scream till now; Joel was totally helpless which is my signal to take off running. Joel's eyes followed me as he reached out with his good arm muttering, "Nah, no, don't...!" as if I'd help him. See how crazy he is? Chubby was again swinging that four pound bar, grunting through clenched teeth, it connected this time against Joel's bad ankle completely separating the ankle into a compound fracture, the bone hideously breaking through the skin. The high pitched wail from Joel lasted less than a half second. Total silence followed as Joel went unconscious from the pain and lay back hard on the sidewalk hitting the back of his head "CRACK!" I ran a few steps; the only sound I heard was the firecracker sound of that bar connecting against unconscious Joel's other knee. I stopped running to look back. Chubby was done with the bar; as he held it down by his side breathing hard, he checked the street in both directions, and saw no one in sight. It hadn't taken two hits on each knee after all; both were pulp after just the one hit.
Paralyzed for a few seconds, then the realization that it's over began to sink in. "Not totally over though" I thought, as I jogged back. Chubby grunted out, "That felt good, this motherfucker isn't clamping anybody's tits with anything!" He began rustling through the pockets of Joel's cargo khakis to steal whatever there was to steal. It was awkward going because Chubby was still wearing the gloves. He came up with a sandwich bag full of what could only be cocaine from the first pocket. "What the fuck?" he muttered, then looking up at me, Chubby asks, "He's a drug dealer?" I looked over at Joel's still running car and realized for the first time that it's a BMW, and thought, "He couldn't afford a BMW on his salary as an office clerk!" I go, "I didn't know he was. Guess the job at Dickers is just his cover, ya know?" Chubby pulled out another zip bag of coke. "Jesus!" he exclaims. Then he undid the zipper of another side pocket and pulled out a fat wad of money, the top bill was a twenty dollar bill. Holding the money up Chubby made a face at me like, "Whoa!" and then put it in his back pocket. In another one of Joel's pockets was a plastic snack bag full of capsules. We don't know shit about drugs, but the pills are surely illegal. Chubby shoved one of the bags of coke and the pills back into Joel's pockets, saying, "We'll leave the drugs for the police to find, but take the fucker's money so it looks like a drug deal gone bad. Let's get the fuck out of here!" I go, "Just a sec."
I'm looking at Joel laying there face up on the sidewalk. There's twitching around his mouth although there's no doubt he's unconscious. All the terror and pain this bastard caused in my life flew around in my head for a second. I stepped up to spread his legs with my foot so I could get between them and then with the toe of my sneaker felt around at the crotch area of his baggy khaki cargo pants until I felt what has to be his nuts. I go up on my toes squishing that bag of gonads. Joel, in his unconscious state, exhales a long hissing breath. I picked up my other foot then so all my weight is on his nuts, the matter in his scrotum spreads out under my foot till it was almost flat in a sickening squishy way. For good measure I twist my foot as Chubby's walking back to the curb where the car, in neutral, was still running, and he turned it off. On the way back he dropped the bar down a sewer opening at the curb. Beside me again he took off the gardening gloves and shoved them in his pocket, then quietly asked, "Can we go now?" I nod at him and we both take off running as fast as we've ever run in our lives. Faster than we ever ran on our four mile runs, we ran like the wind as tears of relief flowed down my face. I know... I'm too fucking emotional. Chubby had opened the other plastic bag of coke and poured some of it on Joel's leg and some on the sidewalk next to his leg to make sure the police can't miss the drug connection. It's what a good citizen does, helps the local police whenever he can.
In the car we were giddy at first, and then quickly became somber as we drove to our part of town. Chubby looked pale but I didn't say anything, he'd done most of the dirty work and had good reason to be pale. In our section of town, near the high school, Chubby had sweat breaking out on his forehead so he pulled the car to the curb, put it in neutral, got out and without a word threw up in the street. He threw up leaning over spitting and gagging, then he did it again. There aren't many things worse than throwing up; it's violent as hell to your body. I scrambled over to the driver's seat as Chubby was crawling in the passenger side of our Jeep, then his head was back on the seat, his eyes closed. After a few seconds I quietly asked, "You okay now, Chub?" He said, "Yeah, bro, and I just thought of something else we should do." He told me what it was and I drove us back to the edge of the Glendale section of town. We parked at a convenience store we'd passed on our way to the deli earlier tonight. We were here for three reasons: One, it's the only store open this close to Glendale . Two, Chubby wanted bottled water to rinse his mouth with and chewing gum to counter the taste of vomit. But the main reason is the third one. We drove here because there's a pay phone next to the store; pay phones aren't easy to find anymore. Obviously we didn't want to use our cell phones when calling 911. Chubby did a good imitation of the way the wigga kids at school talk as he told 911 about seeing some guys beating up another guy with a pipe outside the Ryder deli. Then I drove us home while Chubby counted the money we'd stolen from Joel. The wad of bills totaled six hundred and ninety dollars. Chubby mumbled, "That asshole was small time, these twenties should be benjamins, ya know?" I nodded but wasn't feeling much like goofing around or joking about anything. Back in my condo we grabbed cans of iced tea from the refrigerator and went to the finished basement were we drank our iced teas and quietly congratulated each other on our successful mission. We talked in generalities, nothing specific, because in hindsight it was too horrific. Chubby explained how he'd thought up that banshee scream as a way to shock both Joel and me. He did it 'cause it would look more real if I was as startled as Joel. Same reasoning went into his smacking my ass with the bar, it was more like a love tap but it startled me and Joel has no way of knowing how hard the hit was. Chubby came up with that strategy as he waited in the alcove of the pawn shop while I was smoking and fretting about everything.
Chubby's last comment on the matter was, "At least we didn't kill the bastard." We fell asleep on the recliner against each other and didn't wake up until almost daybreak when we nodded sleepily at each other and then went upstairs; Chubby going up the second flight of steps to his condo. Sleeping alone I had nightmares, one involved Joel in some scary complicated way and the other one was just a dark scary walk to nowhere with me fearing disaster at every step. I woke up sweating from both nightmares and then finally had an undisturbed sleep until just now... eleven o'clock Saturday morning. Coming fully awake I lay in bed trying to figure out why I didn't feel elated at the success of last night's Joel solution. I guess I'm still scared, that's why. What if someone saw us or got our license number or what if Joel tells the police I was there? But so what if he does? The more I thought about things, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't come up with a single scenario that could get us in trouble. Maybe there's some unimaginable situation where somehow it was all caught on video or something, but even if it was, who could connect that with Chubby in the pantyhose mask? If Joel told the police I was there, so what, I was hit first. Plus, it's a fake drug bust so the cops are only going to try getting Joel to snitch on whoever else was involved in the drug deal, and there wasn't a drug deal! Let them try to figure that out. I got up and took a shower feeling sure we'd pulled it off okay.
After the shower I called Chubby's cell phone and he picked right up saying he'd be down so we could go to Dunkin Donuts for coffee and breakfast sandwiches. He said, "I'll treat 'cause I've recently come into some money." He seemed recovered from the drama of last night while I'm still too shaky to make light of it. We listened to the all news station on the radio, which is a first for us, hoping for word of a mugging outside the Ryder pawn shop, but nothing about that was mentioned. At Dunkin Donuts we drank our coffees and ate our breakfast sandwiches while scouring the local newspaper without finding a word of a drug deal gone bad in Glendale . Probably it'll be in tomorrow's papers. Chubby wanted to split the money but I didn't want any of it right now, "Hold it for me, will ya, bro? It's weird but I've got to get my head around this and feel good that we did the right thing here." Chubby's exasperated, "What else could we have done, and remember Ricky's fate? People gotta realize that they fuck with us at their own peril!" He got effervescent; he goes, "Hey, we should have cards printed up, like business cards, with that warning on them. Fuck with us at your own peril! We could put our names at the bottom and pass them out at Merrimack College this fall. Maybe put a picture of a crow bar in the corner, ya know?" He made me grin with that shit. "You're too cool for school, Chubby!" He squeezed my hand and said, "I wanted to make you smile. That was a scary experience last night, but it's over now. Let's not talk about it anymore, okay? Also keep it totally between us, ya know." I swallowed hard, nodded my head and felt better about everything somehow. It's just between Chubby and me. He looked in my eyes nodding his head with a little smile on his lips that said, "Everything is okay, Dylan," and I believe it is too. I smiled back at him and then we left. I'm so glad we had that little talk.
Chubby went to see Mary Jo after lunch; she'd just gotten back from her New Hampshire vacation. I pretended to be upbeat around Chubby, but was still a little tense from last night's dark side activities and was disappointed he was leaving me alone so soon. We should hang together today and support each other. That was a major fucking deal last night and I don't like being alone right now. I didn't say anything about that though because I didn't want to look weak. Of course, since I can't just drop things or put things behind me like Chubby does, I probably am weak, or dumb. To him it's over and done with and let's move on, while I'm still fixated on it and worried a little about... well, about nothing really, but I feel out of sorts and shaky just the same. Actually I feel like going to bed, which is definitely dumb, but that's what I'd like to do. Curl up in a ball under the covers all snug and safe lying in my own bed. It's not a healthy thing to do though. I knew that, so I called Robby and asked what's up with him. Eventually he drove his pickup to my condo with Dodger and Vinnie in the back seat. We're all going for a Saturday afternoon trip to the Mall; when in doubt, hang out. Mostly we went just to hang out but also Robby wanted to look at the latest trendy computer products in The Apple Store. He has a wee bit more spendable income than me. Not in the same class as Willie of course, not even close, but more than me.
It helped my outlook being with Robby and the boys. Dodger and Vinnie rock and are always full of energy and funny bullshit chatter too. Then Robby brings me down by informing me he won't be able to hang with me tonight because his family's going out to dinner to celebrate his mother's birthday. He'd just found out about it so I'm on my own tonight, I guess. Some Robby sex would have been just the diversion I need to forget my memories of last night, forget for a while anyway. And, what the hell, it has been two weeks since the last time Robby and me got together for some sex so I've got a right to be disappointed. Why isn't he more disappointed, that's what I'd like to know. Maybe he's frustrated inside, but doesn't want to show it for some reason. He's got to be just as horny as me, or almost as horny. Our bad run of luck continues. Okay, no Robby tonight... I could call Elliot and see what he and Jay are up to, or better yet I'll call Connor. Except I can't call him because he doesn't have a cell phone and his land line was disconnected. That's alright, I'll just chill at the condo; I don't feel real excited about doing anything anyway. Then, as fate would have it, I spot Ray Ellis outside The Apple Store. It's been awhile since I've seen Ray. I told the guys, "See ya inside, I wanna say 'Hi' to this kid for a minute." They wave and I wander over towards Ray's little group.
I've got a sexy thing for Ray. He's Elliot's brother of course, that's how I know him. Months ago Ray entrusted me with a concern he had about him being bisexual. He wouldn't consider the possibility that he's gay of course, but maybe bi would be cool. This concern started when his best bud told him that he and his little brother did buddy sex together. Ray considered having Elliot play the part of his little brother but that never materialized because his friend moved away and the whole idea was scrapped. It was supposed to be Ray doing brother sex with Elliot while his buddy did it with his brother. If you ask me, Ray and his friend probably experimented with each other, forget the brothers. That's just a guess on my part. They could have maybe made out or jerked each other off or something, and that piqued Ray's interest about being bisexual. It got Ray thinking he'd like to experiment some more, but with who? Anyway, during a casual conversation that we had some months ago I admitted to Ray that I "messed around once in a while with a bud of mine" which he says is why he later asked me about his bisexual concern. We talked a couple of times after that and one afternoon he even came to my condo and we tried making out, which he said he liked. He also seemed surprisingly adept at it and it got kinda hot leading to me jerking him off. My conclusion at the time was that he's at least bi, and I actually think he's gay. He'd never had sex with a girl at the time and, you know, instead of experimenting with a girl he experiments with gay sex so he probably is more interested in that. Once again, I'm just guessing. Anyway, we were supposed to take the so-called experiments to the next level but Ray came to the conclusion somehow that he was totally straight and we haven't gotten together since then. The last time I saw Ray he brought up the subject again asking if I was still interested in trying something more with him. I said sure, but never heard anything else about it; now here he is. Fortuitous? And, as I said, I got this sort of crush on him although I'm not sure why that is.
Ray's near the food court with a small group of boys and girls about his age. Let's see, he should be seventeen by now. He sees me and waves, but leaves it at that. Oh hell, I'm going to leave it at that too. He's just what I need to get my mind off last night but I can't push myself on him, it has to be him who asks me. I turn away, and he calls, "Yo, Dylan! Wait a second," and right away I get this feeling that this could be the start of something big. See how easily my hopes get built up. Ray's saying something to a heavy set girl and they sort of bump against each other smiling, she pretends to smack him but it's just playful. I guess he found himself a girlfriend after all. My loss. He comes over and he's looking sharp, but different then when I first met him. Then he had short hair like his brother and now he has a stubby ponytail tied halfway up the back of his head with red elastic, and there's a posture of confidence I hadn't seen before. He used to act kind of deferential to me; sort of respectful although certainly not shy like Elliot and I wonder if that's still in play. The two brothers are very different, by the way. Where Elliot has the light red hair and pale complexion, Ray has a swarthy complexion with dark brown hair. Elliot is on the small side and cute while Ray is taller, bigger in the upper body, and handsome. He's still boyish though, and I say that even though he has a skimpy beard of soft, light brown curly hairs on his upper lip, below his sideburns, and along his jaw. He apparently isn't much interested in the clean shaven look, probably too lazy to keep on top of it. On the other hand, it looks good on him so maybe the scruffy look is intentional. Okay, yeah... that's maybe one of the sexy things that attract me to him; the extra youngish face with a scruffy, sparse, beard of soft hair. Also, he's got this voice that sounds like he just entered puberty, that's sexy too 'cause the voice should be coming from a much younger kid. Bright brown eyes and nice facial features with maybe a little too much nose, but nothing serious. What a combination: olive complexion, dark brown hair, light brown eyes and very light brown beard; nice contrasts of brown shades. It's different, sure, but kind of exotic too. His small hoop earring is almost exactly like mine. When he's standing in front of me I see he's grown a little too and is now almost as tall as me. Ray maintains firm eye contact, he seems quite confident as I said, which is a big change from that time we first talked some months ago. A change for the better if you ask me and I had to sneak a hand in my pocket to adjust my pecker. It's been known to move around in my pants when sexy things are about. Touching my own dick makes me think of Ray's penis which is a hefty five and a half inches of cut cock situated in the middle of thick dark brown pubic hairs and above a heavy set of nuts.
He's wicked sexy to me for sure, but I try not to let it show. We do the hand shake, quick hug, and pat on the back asking each other "Wassup?" with neither of us answering the question. He goes, "Long time, dude. How's it going?" I say, "Yeah, good. You're looking different, Ray." He says, "I like to change my image from time to time. I'm all grown up dude, ya know?" I'm thinking he don't look or sound all grown up, but everything is relative I suppose. Surprising the hell out of myself, and I swear to God it was like an unconscious thought, I asked, "How's your love life, Raymond?" He wiggles his index finger at me quickly, like "come here", as he's drifting over to a huge column that blocks us from view of his little group; I'm shuffling along with him. Ray definitely has dropped the deferential attitude to me; it's more like a superior attitude now. I smiled to myself 'cause I don't care all that much for deferential. We're both behind the column where, real conspiratorially, he says, "You read my mind, Dylan. That girl I'm with is my sweetie and just between you and me, she's putting out regularly for yours truly. That information is strictly between you and me though!" and he taps me on the chest with his fingers to emphasize that fact. I look down at his hand while he's tapping my chest like, "what the fuck do you think you're doing," but that doesn't register, it's too subtle for Ray. He goes, "Penny, that's my girlfriend, Penny Nickles, she says I'm the only dude she's putting out for, too". I blurt a laugh when he told me her name, but Ray apparently doesn't see the irony in it. He asks, "What's funny about that?" I go, "Ah, nothing, it's not that. I just saw a kid behind you take a swallow of his drink, sneeze, and blow soda out his nose, ya know?" Ray smiles, shakes his head a little, and then turns around to look at nothing. Oh my God though, that smile of his is so fucking cute! It's the one thing he and his brother have in common, those perfect lips and that cute, boyish Oh gee! smile with those fucking dimples... awesome! Ray looks back at me and says, "The Mall's great for laughs, ain't it? Okay, here it is, Dylan," and he glances around quickly again before continuing, "You're sort of my sexual advisor so it's okay for me to confide in you with sex stuff, right?" I'm not paying too much attention to that absurd premise, instead I'm grinning to myself about the Penny Nickles name. I ask Ray, in a serious manner, "Is Mr. or Mrs. Nickles a comedian by any chance, or a comedy writer, anything like that?" He frowns, and says, "I don't fucking know what they do. The mother's fat though, holy shit! I'm guessing three hundred pounds. Penny's a little bit big too, but I like a full figured gal. Big jugs!"
His teeth are very white; most kids' teeth are, but Ray's look brittle and too thin, or something. I remember having my tongue in his mouth and when his teeth scraped my tongue they felt sharp. That's sexy too. And, ya know, it's fun looking at him up close like this. He's taking himself quite seriously which strikes me as kinda funny although I'll be happy to take him seriously too if he wants me to, that's if I can put my tongue in his mouth again. He says, "Here's the point. Are you doing anything tonight?" When he said, "Here's the point," I was expecting him to give me some information, but instead I get a question, so I'm confused for a moment, "Huh? Me, ah... no, I'm not doing anything special tonight, why?" He looks around again, making sure no one can hear us I guess; as if these strangers would give a shit. They don't care, but I do so I lean in a little closer and pick up his scent now; it's musky and sexy as hell. Maybe it's the way he smells that's drawn me to him from way back when. Ooh, I'd like to lick his forehead. He doesn't seem uncomfortable at all that I've basically invaded his space; our faces are six inches apart. He puts a finger in the waistband of my shorts and holds on, perhaps an unconscious move on his part, as he's saying, "Listen, here's the deal. I'm picking Penny up around nine tonight and we'll, you know, make out and get laid and all that. She'll blow me and so forth. What I need from you is a comparison base. Before I pick her up, I'll come over to that condo of yours and you'll blow me getting my boner up, and then I'll fuck you and compare it with the way Penny sucks my cock and the way it feels fucking her. Ya see where I'm going with this? It's an experiment to see if I'm strictly hetero or maybe bisexual which might be intriguing." He's still got his finger inside the waistband of my shorts and now he's wiggled his finger in between the buttons of my button up the front shirt so that his finger is against my bare belly.
Even though I've experienced Ray's straight forward approach before, I'm still stunned for a second at his audacity. I'd forgotten that Ray has always been absurdly direct and his assumptions are often beyond belief in that he takes enormous amount of things for granted. For instance, when he wanted to try some gay stuff with me some months ago, to see if it did anything for him, he came right out and said "Of course, I only want to do the male stuff, the fucking. You do the sucking, and ya know, more like the girl's part. We'll split it up like that." All very matter of fact as if it made perfect sense. I'd burst out laughing at his bizarre logic a few times but he never made the connection, just chuckled along with me. He's either naive, stupid, or much smarter than me because his approach to things seems to work for him. Maybe it works with Penny Nickles too. I think he's a riot and of course, have I mentioned it, he's sexy!
The more time I spent with Ray the more obvious it became that Ray is just what I need to get me out of the doldrums. Nonetheless, I go, "Gee, Ray, I don't know, that sounds awful gay to me. Don't ya think?" He goes, "Don't be silly. I'm not gay and you already told me you've done gay messing around before, this is a perfect experiment like we talked about that time. I've been having sex with Penny regularly so that proves I'm not gay. Remember, you asked me about that?" I nod my head thinking, "Keep talking me into it, Ray!" He goes, "Come on, I got a feeling you'll like it. Penny sure does. Haven't you ever tried it? I thought you had experience." And he's pulling on my waistband and rubbing my bare belly like he's prodding a little kid to do something the little kid is hesitant about doing. I'm mumbling, "Yeah, I've tried it a little." And, after hesitating for another second or two, like I'm thinking about it, I ask, "You'd use lube when you fuck me, right?" He says, "I'll use it if ya want. That's no big thing." I say, to tease him, "Oh okay then, Ray, but how about I get a chance to fuck you too? You know, as another experiment." He laughs right in my face, and says, "You're kidding, right? That's funny," another pull on my waistband gets me almost chest to chest with him. His breath smells fresh, he adds, "Elliot says you're funny. Oh man! No, we're not doing that particular experiment where you fuck me, but nice try. We'll stay in our regular roles like last time when I had you jerk me off. Listen, I gotta run. I'll be over, let's make it earlier; say six thirty, okay?" I go, "Sure. Hey, ya wanna come for dinner?" He laughs again rubbing the back of his finger back and forth on my belly then, taking his finger out, he says, "No, dinner isn't part of our date Dylan, just the quick experiment thingie. You're funny though! WTF, two guys on a dinner date?"
He waves at me as he's walking back to his group. Now I'm psyched! It would be even hotter if I could fuck him of course, but I knew he wouldn't go for that. Still, ever since fucking Connor a while ago it's been on my mind. I'll take this much from Ray for now so I can get myself concentrating on something fun. What good luck to run into him; this is the lift my spirits needed. That musky smell of his is so different and his attitude and... then, out of nowhere comes this nagging voice in my head telling me I'm being disloyal to Robby by all this speculating about Ray. Having a conscience sucks! But wait a second, there's always Chubby's favorite tactic to fall back on, rationalization. And along those lines: way back last summer Robby said he was okay with me seeing Willie so he should be good with me seeing Ray once in a while too. I mean, all the sex Willie and I did together wasn't a problem for Robby, why would this be? And it's not like Robby isn't my true-love boyfriend 'cause he most certainly is! Ray's merely a fuck buddy. And another thing, we're only teenagers once for God sakes so we gotta make the best of these precious years. That's what I've heard anyway. And, it's not like Robby and I are married or even going steady and I wouldn't pitch a bitch if Robby was having a touch of buddy sex on the side. Of course I'd rather he didn't, but it's not like I'd break up with him or anything if he did. Hmmmm, I not sure this rationalization is convincing my conscience. Why can't things be simpler?
Interrupting my contemplations, I hear, "Dylan!" It was real loud too! I'm startled! It's Dodger, he says, "I said your name three times. You were in one of your trances." I go, "No I wasn't. I heard ya all three times, I just didn't care to acknowledge you, that's all." Dodger grabs me around the neck saying, "Bullshit! You lie!" We wrestle a bit laughing, then bump into a middle age couple who are nice about it, the man says, "Wish I had your energy, boys," and the woman smiled. Ya never know with adults, sometimes they're nice. I smile back at them, then ask Dodger, "Why were you yelling for me?" He tells me he's bored with The Apple Store and wants me to walk down to the food court with him. We're meandering through the crowds towards the Food Court as Dodger's describing how he plans on fucking me in the pool again and how I promised to rim him and... oh brother, this kid is a trip! I had to smile at his inventive imagination and his incredibly detailed plans for us; he must think about this a lot. Then he says, "How's it going with my brother? Who's hotter, him or me?" I told him I had no idea what he was referring to and he says, "Liar!" And we grappled with each other again for a few seconds. I know we both like the feel of our bodies which made me wonder who the biggest horn job is, me or Dodger; it sure ain't Robby lately. Whatever, it's much better horsing around with Dodger than fretting about last night 'cause when my mind wanders I hear the sounds made when Chubby swung that pipe at the psycho, it's kinda disturbing.
Dodger knows about me and his brother being boyfriends, but today was the first time he's brought it up and he did it in a joking manner and then dropped it. Also he hasn't told anyone else about it, not even his fuck buddy, Vinnie. Dodger is careful not to expose Robby's sexual orientation because he doesn't want me exposing his to Robby. The brothers kiss and think the world of each other but won't confide this really important part of their lives with one another and that's amazing. I could probably intercede somehow except I'm not sure it would be beneficial to either brother. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. Anyway, I lack the confidence to take the initiative. Here's the real deal, I'm scared I could lose one or both of them as friends if I handled it the wrong way. Also, I've dug myself a hole with this in the sense that I've know about both of them being gay for a long time and never told Robby. He might be like... "You've known about this for over a year and never said anything to me; me, your boyfriend?" It might be interpreted as being deceitful and Robby might even feel wicked foolish, ya know? Life's a bitch sometimes. I think I'll be wrong either way, so that's mainly why I'm waiting for Dodger to tell Robby himself. Even if Robby comes out himself to Dodger I'm still gonna wait for Dodger to do the same to Robby. Then I'll hope Dodger keeps it secret about me knowing about him all this time without telling Robby. It's not always easy being a gay teenager in the closet to some of your friends, but open to others.
After eating pizza slices and sharing a coke Dodger and me met up with Vinnie and Robby again, then roam the Mall goofing off and greeting kids we knew. It was an okay time, a nice way to spend a few hours and especially nice because I've got Ray to look forward to as well. Ten minutes after I get home Chubby calls my cell to tell me he's eating at Mary Jo's with her family. Yuck, who would want to do that? I'm on my own now for dinner too and since I just had pizza two hours ago I settled for a can of cream of mushroom soup. There were some button mushrooms in the vegetable bin of the refrigerator which I sliced and sauteed with some sweet Texas onion to kick up the flavor of the canned soup. I poured the hot soup into my soup bowl and sprinkled chopped green onion on top along with some cracked pepper. Buttered saltine crackers and a ginger ale completed the meal. It was good. While I ate the soup I listened to the all news radio station again. It was all local news and still there was nothing about a mugging in Glendale . After that I took a shower and tried to make sense of why there are no reports about the mugging, but came up blank. Dressing casually, without underpants, I pulled on flimsy nylon basketball shorts, Chubby's Polo pullover golf shirt that I'd kept for myself the last time I did the wash, and my cool sandals. I like wearing Chubby's clothes and he doesn't care if I do although he pretends he does. I also like my sandals because, in my opinion, I've got hot looking feet which I may have mentioned before. For my height, I'm five foot-ten, my feet are sort of small at size 8, but they look like perfect whitish-pink feet to me. Perfect toes, even the little one, and nary a hair or a callus anywhere on either foot; I keep the toenails neat too. It's a little goofy going off on my feet maybe, but Chubby's foot fetish has helped me appreciate feet as the important appendages that they are. Chubby is like four inches shorter than me but yet he has bigger, and I might add, smellier, feet. He wears size 9 sneakers, his feet are narrow, and unfortunately his little toes are fucked up too. They aren't fully developed like mine. Oh boy! Does he ever love my feet though! I'm gonna check out Ray's feet for the fun of it and see what's up with them. Then, remembering something important, I ran down to the basement to bring the lube up to my bedroom because I want to get fucked in bed. I'm looking forward to sleeping in the dried spunk after Ray fucks me. Yes, you're quite right... I'm freakin' horny! And, it'll help keep my mind off you know what.
I was outside smoking when Ray parked a Ford sedan at the curb; obviously it's his parents' car because no kid would have that as his ride if he had a choice. He's wearing the same clothes he had on at the Mall so I guess after he fucks me he's going back home to shower and get ready for his real date. Apparently his preliminary date with me doesn't even warrant a clean shirt. It's cool by me. Hell, I'd prefer that he bag the Penny date entirely and stay here so we could do it a couple of times. All the way up the steps he's grinning at me, and even though he grins when he says it, I know he's not kidding, "I hope you'll do me a favor and brush your teeth or gargle because I can't stand cigarette breath." I'm thinking, the audacity of this kid is astounding, but I like his moxie. He reminds me a little of Willie. I say, "Sure boss, whatever you say and would you mind terribly if I asked you to shave? Whiskers tickle." He sits down beside me and mumbles, "No, I don't mind that you ask; and, no I won't be shaving for you, but thanks for brushing." He's feeling the short, soft hairs on his face with his fingers, adding, "Penny loves my macho look." I reach over and run the back of my fingers through the soft hairs on his jaw; they're even softer than they look. I pretend to be peeved, "Well, of all the nerve!" I'm just goofing around, but Ray doesn't get it. He sternly says, "I told you I'm not shaving so deal with it, Dylan!" I give him a puzzled look and say, "It's called joking around, Raymond. I'm just busting your chops, dude. You're little scruffy beard is cool by me. Lighten up, okay?" He gives that fucking awesome big grin of his again and I want to lick across his sharp teeth as he's saying, "I knew that." Shaking my head I take a drag from my cigarette and think about blowing it in his face, but don't. The smoke drifts away in the breeze and I flick the butt in a huge arch that reaches the street. Ray watches the butt land just off the sidewalk curb. Instead of complimenting the butt flip he asks, "And, why do you smoke anyway? You know it's dangerous, right?" I go, "Duh! Ya mean smoking ain't good for me?" He does lighten up then and chuckles, pokes my bum, and asks, "Ya ready to get fucked, funny boy? I'm really experienced at this sex stuff now and I'm real curious as to what I'll think about fucking a dude, and curious too to see if you'll react like Penny when she cums. I'm gonna make you cum, don't worry about that." I can't help myself, I pull on my dick, nod my head and say, "Ohh, that sounds exciting. Yeah, I'm ready. What's Penny do when you make her cum, by the way?" He casually says, "Squeals and yells my name, stuff like that." Real confident.
It's hard to imagine a kid who's just turned seventeen being so casually confident about everything. To throw him off a little I pinch his ear, he lazily bats my hand away, saying, "FYI, my cock grows longer and fatter the closer I get to cumming, and I cum a ton too. It'll be fun shooting it up your ass instead of inside a condom." I need to grope my crotch now, and ask, "Condom?" He's keeping good eye contact and, still totally relaxed, says, "Yes, Penny insists on a condom, she buys them for me 'cause I told her I ain't buying 'em. They're too friggin' embarrassing to buy, ya know?" I like to look at his face when he talks, he makes every word seem important, but at the same time, like I said, he's real casual with everything too. I ask, "You cool doing this with me? No doubts about whether you want to do it or not?" He's like, "Oh, no! I really want to try it. If not with you, I got nobody else to try it with. Elliot already said no." I go, "He didn't suggest that you ask me, did he?" Ray's like, "Nah. He don't even know you're bi, or gay. Which one are you anyway?" I say, "I'm straight, numbnuts. I've only messed around a few times. You know, like your friend with his brother." He looks skeptical and frankly I'm skeptical about him too. Like I said earlier, I'm thinking he tried some sex with that friend of his who was diddling his little brother. I ask, "Did you and your friend mess around at all?" Ray answers too quickly, "No, absolutely not!" I smiled at him and he goes, "We didn't!" I say, "Sure, I believe ya. Let's go, I gotta brush my teeth."
Ray's been in my condo before so he's familiar with the layout. He goes, "Basement or bedroom?" I nod my head toward the bedroom and right then the tightening feeling in my balls happens. I get that sexy feeling whenever a sexy fuck buddy is about to stick it in me. I'm leading the way wishing I could grope my dick when Ray gets a handful of my ass and holds on walking beside me. I look over with a questioning expression and Ray says, "Don't give me that look, Dylan. I'm going to fuck this thing so your ass belongs to me for awhile. That's what I tell Penny about her pussy too, you're gonna get the same treatment I give her." We've stopped outside my bedroom door because we both won't fit through it side by side like we were. Ray gives my ass a tighter squeeze as he reaches his other hand over to grab between my legs. "Just stand there a second," he mumbles, as he massages my ass and my cock and half my nuts at the same time. What gall! But of course it's the exact kind of thing that's a wicked turn on for me. How'd he know that though? Still groping me he looks up grinning that baby face grin, "Boy, this is a very different feel than doing it with Penny. You got a better ass for one thing. Grabbing your dick is a little weird though. I figure I should get used to it, ya know?" As usual, he's being very matter of fact about this, but kind of goofily conscientious too. It's great for me that he's like this: bossy, yet kinda sweet and cute too. I'm holding onto Ray's arm to steady myself because the longer he massages my ass and dick, the further up on my toes I'm going. I soon feel my dick getting hard and that causes my nuts to begin churning spunk around. Then Ray's like, "Dude, you're growing wood here. Huh! You sure you're not gay?" I laughed at him and said, "I should be asking you that!" Ray laughs too. He lets go of my private parts and with a little blush coloring his cheeks, he laughingly says, "Yeah, I see what you mean. Go brush your teeth." I say, "Yes, master," and we go inside my room. I continue on into my bathroom and brush, brush, brush my teeth.
Ray's got his pants and shoes off by the time I'm done brushing. He's stepping out of his boxer shorts as I walk into the bedroom. "You wanna strip, Dylan. I'd like to fuck you naked if that's alright." He's acting so differently from when he was here several months ago. Gee, maybe I too should fuck a girl. Maybe then I'd get confident like Ray. Nah, that ain't ever gonna happen. Oh, then I notice Ray's cock and it's looking good. It's at least five and a half inches long, like I speculated it was the other time I saw it. He's right when he says his cock grows as he gets closer to climax; I found that out jerking him off that time. His cock sticks out from a thick bush but there is no other hair on his stomach or thighs, not even a happy trail from his belly button. Long, normal looking boy's legs with regular dark hair on his calves. He'd kicked off his flip flops exposing regular feet, probably size nine and a half or ten. There was some dark matter under his big toenails and between a couple of toes and his middle toes are longer than his big toes... that's weird! Regular fucked up little toes and his toenails are long enough to be weapons so I'll keep that in mind when we're in bed. Ray is not obsessed with foot care apparently, but ya know your feet do tend to get dirtier than normal when you're walking around with flip flops as your primary footwear. I'll bet those size nine and a half feet smell pretty bad too, but I'll leave that discovery to the foot fetish boys. Never mind the feet, on the plus side, Ray's got bigger nuts on him than I remember. That fat cock, then later all that spunk, are both gonna feel awful good up my ass. This is getting me all revved up so I take a quiet big breath, trying for calm nonchalance. Truth is I can't wait to suck that cock and then feel it up my ass, but I don't want to appear anxious. Ray's a real take-charge guy so he'll let me know when it's time. His entire attitude reinforces my premise that the guy doing the fucking just naturally falls into a more dominant posture than the fuckee; it's just the way it is.
Pulling my shirt over my head and my shorts down, then stepping out of my sandals, I was naked in eight seconds. Ray took his shirt off too and tossed it on his other clothes draped across my desk chair. He's got a big upper body with broad shoulders and with both of us naked it emphasized how slim I am and how muscular Ray is. He reached over to cup behind my neck exerting pressure down indicating I should kneel down in front of him. I'm getting used to that, Robby usually does it too whenever we can get together for sexual activities. Ray's saying, "We did the making out experiment months ago so we can get right to the blow job." I was on my knees and, taking hold of his heavy cock, I ask, "Why'd you want me to brush my teeth if we're not gonna make out?" This cock of his just might be heavier than any cock I've ever held except for the Marine's monster penis almost a year and a half ago. Ray says, "I don't want nicotine on my dick, and anyway I always kiss when I'm fucking. Don't fret, you'll get some kisses." Ray's musky smell was very noticeable from his crotch although it was not a particularly clean musky smell; he definitely hasn't bathed today. The more I inhaled the odor though, the sexier it became and it quickly was almost like an aphrodisiac that got my dick twitching. I lost my cool for a second and rested my forehead against his belly, inhaling deeply. His crotch odor was giving me another boner. Ray put both hands behind my head and held my face fully against his crotch saying, "Damn! Penny does the same thing, she says I smell sexy." I talk into his belly, "You do have an interesting scent, Ray." He pulls my head away then, reaches over to take his cock from between my fingers and, mumbles, "Thanks, Dylan," as he's rubbing his soft penis across my lips and against my nostrils, then he quietly says, "Open up. Let's see what you can do. Penny gobbles this thing up, she loves it." I'm thinking she couldn't love it anymore than I do.
It surprises me to discover I've sprung a semi hard boner before I even get Ray's cock in my mouth. He has to have noticed my new boner, first the "wood" as he called it a few minutes ago, and now another boner pops up just from having my face in his crotch. My claim to being straight probably isn't going to hold up for long, I'll go for bi and see if he buys that. His cock is as least as fat as Robby's and almost two inches longer. Ray's penis is cut but there's a fat ring of foreskin just below the head that feels sexy on my tongue. Ooh, this cock is great to suck, my tongue is lapping that fat head and my lips are sucking the shaft with me using a few fingers to stroke it as well. The aroma wafting from his crotch and the texture of that heavy, fat cock gets me real hard, real fast. When I lean my face towards his crotch to try taking that firm cock in my throat Ray humps his hips forward and in it goes. He pushes it into my throat until my nose is pressed into his belly again. His bush surrounds my lips with pubic hairs up my nostrils. Oh God, I feel my climax coming on already. This is gonna be embarrassing. It's been a while since I've been with another guy and now I'm going to blow my load in less than a minute like I'm some twelve years old boy cumming for the first time. I don't dare breathe because his scent would put me over the top instantly. Ray's muttering, "Oh my God, this is hot. Never did this before." He's humping his cock in my throat and it's now grown to be as hard a cock as I've ever sucked. Just when I thought I'd pass out for lack of oxygen he pulls his cock out with precum dripping liberally from his pee slit and a string of it attaches to my top lip. Ray exclaims, "Holy shit! That was awesome! Penny can't do that! You rock, Dylan, and you're actually claiming to be straight?" There's humor in his voice when he says that, like, bullshit! Then, with his cock leaking more precum the string of precum disconnects from his dick to swing down across my chin. Back into my throat goes his leaking, huge boner with me holding my face against his belly even tighter and, hump, hump, hump go his hips, fucking my throat. I know I'm going to blow my load, I know the feeling too well to be wrong. Back out of my throat goes his cock with him grunting now, "Oh my God, I almost shot off in your throat. That's awesome! Do some sucking now, Dylan," and he smacked the back of my head; not hard, but it was a slap. Precum drooled from my boner and I just had to stroke it. Feels so good!
Ray's saying, "Suck my cock, bitch! Here, take it down your throat," and he humped his hips hard against my face and into his thick bush my nose goes again. With his long fat cock down my throat he fucked my face with short fast strokes. This was new to Ray and it was definitely to his liking. Maybe as little as fifteen seconds of that and cum came roaring up from my nuts, up it flew at a hundred miles and hour, traveled up the shaft of my boner in a flash to fly out my pee hole in fast moving strings of creamy spunk. In my throat a muffled "Uh, uh, uh!" and then one last blast, "Uhh!" My shoulder shaking, dots in my vision. I pulled my head back hard, pulling off his cock inhaling all the air I could get into my lungs, and along with the air came the musky smell of Ray's nuts, soo sexy! Couldn't resist grabbing his boner and guiding it back into my mouth while I continued pulling on my boner dragging out drools of cum which rolled down the back of my fingers. All the precum dribbles from Ray's long hard boner got sucked down my throat. He looked startled as he gasped, "What the fuck was that?" All my cum shots had gone between his legs hitting the side of my bedspread. My heart was really pounding, what a climax! That pig Joel had jerked me off yesterday but only thick cum had drooled out because there had been no arousal, just stimulation. Today I was ridiculously aroused and the cum was creamy, but very liquid, and it came out in tight spirals feeling unbelievably good, especially when leaving the head of my cock. I'm not sure Ray even knows I climaxed though. He pulled his cock out of my mouth then and stroked it absently, muttering, "Okay, now... let me think. Penny never took it in her throat and that's an awesome, awesome feeling! No contest, you win the cock sucking part of the competition. How 'bout hopping up on the bed now and I'll fuck you and we'll see how that feels." I would like to have savored my climax a bit longer, but instead I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back. I was still breathing hard. Whoa, that climax was hot! Ray says, "What the fuck? How am I gonna do this?" as if he just realized my ass is in the back; maybe he and his friend didn't mess around together after all. "Ya better get on your belly, Dylan. And, let me tell ya, this ain't gonna be a real long fuck either. The way you suck cock, wow! I'm almost there right now, that was a blow job for the record books. And another thing, you're not straight and don't tell me you are." I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, frowning. He says, "Ah, don't worry, your secret's safe with me. Heh heh, of course I might be wanting a blow job now and again. You know, blackmail blow jobs so I don't tell anyone you're sucking my cock." I was on my belly now so it was convenient for Ray to smack my ass a few stinging blows and ask, "Where's that lubrication?"
Taking another deep breath, I was beginning to feel real good and was back to regular breathing and heart rate. I say, "Okay, you're right, I'm bi. But you don't need to blackmail me Ray, I'll be happy to suck you off any time 'cause you got yourself a great penis there." He stopped and made a face, like "Whoa! That's great to hear!" Then he said, "You know what, the hell with it; let's make out a little bit. Maybe we can be real tight fuck buddies like my friend Lenny and his little brother were. You can do the little brother stuff and I'll do the rest, what do you say?" This is exactly what he wanted Elliot to do and Elliot said, "Hell, no!" I say, "Sure Ray. Big brother, little brother, what's the dif." I'm thinking that once Ray gets hooked on it I can push to be the big brother once in a while too. All I know is, the climax I just had was a doozy and I'd like to experience that again. This is so welcome after the sex drought I've been in all summer. And, of course, it's welcome relief from yesterday's troubles too. I say, "The lube's right there on my desk, that tube right there." He picked it up and put it on the night stand, then climbed up on the bed. I turned on my side and got my arm around his neck, his shoulders are big alright, lots of chest and upper arm development too. "Do you work out, Ray?" He goes, "No, why?" He's oblivious to the shape he's in I guess. First thing I want to do is get my tongue in his mouth which is no trouble, he seems to want it there. I get a buzzing in my balls feeling his sharp teeth on my tongue. Earlier, at the Mall, his breath had smelled so fresh and now I find his mouth tastes the way it smells, but when he lifts his arm to hug around my back he has some underarm odor that I can only classify as BO. It's BO, but with a little bit of the musky smell too; an unusual combination that I decide is sexy although if the BO portion got any stronger it might be a problem. Ray knows what he's doing in a make out; he's very hot and wet with it. This boy is a true sexpot and I gotta admit that Penny's a lucky girl.
Amazing how the scruffy beard added to things. First off it's a totally new experience for me, of course it helped that it was Ray's soft and sexy facial hair and not some stiff whiskers. I licked his face flattening some of the hairs. It was all fine with Ray. We made out while wrestling around on the bed, kind of rough with some arm locks which definitely had Ray in the driver's seat most of the time. I found myself as incapacitated as Willie used to get me, only it wasn't a hickey Ray was interested in like Willie. Ray simply had his favorite positions to make out in and it seemed they all were positions of power for him, with some part of his body against my dick. He'd get both my arms pinned behind me using just his right arm and with a fistful of my hair pull my head back so he could bite, lick, kiss and slobber on the soft skin under my chin with his thigh between my legs. It's one of the sexiest make outs I've been a part of and my cock stuck straight out from my shaved belly during most of it. That stiff pole got bumped and pushed around as we flopped here and there on the bed, it got pinned between our bellies many times, sometimes right next to Ray's cock, both boners were about six inches long now as Ray's had enlarged along with his arousal state. Same length as mine but Ray's is almost twice as big around as mine. The big brother, little brother theme worked out just the way Ray wanted it to in that scenario. We had a great, long make out with his musk transferred and lingering on various parts of my body because the wrestling brought many parts of my torso into contact with Ray's underarm. He's going home to shower after our workout here, but I may just enjoy this unusual smell all through the night by skipping my shower before bed.
We were both grunting and "Mmmm"ing and "Ahhh"ing without actually speaking for maybe fifteen minutes at which time he rolled me over on my belly, got his cock at my hole and humped inside me without benefit of the lube that was right there on the night stand. We were sweaty and even though there was precum on his boner it was a tough entry. Not for long though. Ray didn't wait for my asshole to accommodate his fat, hard, hot penis; he was pumping my ass right from the initial tight entry. I saw stars at first, biting my knuckle to keep from yelling out, not that I think Ray would have done anything differently if I had cried out. He's fucking me hard, grunting out, "How you like my big cock up your ass, bitch?" That's the second time he's called me that and we'll need to straighten that out. He's probably used to calling Penny his bitch so, ya know, it doesn't really bother me all that much, but still it's not right. With Ray I'll eliminate it; I tried but never had success with Willie. With him I eventually gave up worrying what he called me, or my ass. Meantime, all I could do was grunt with each ram of Ray's huge cock up my ass and, of course, as I knew it would, my rectum suddenly felt so good I had tears in my eyes. This might be the biggest cock that's ever fucked me making me realize that there's a lot to be said for big. Willie's boner is longer but half the heft, this baby means business and my rectum opened right up for it knowing it had no choice. I'd just had a great climax from blowing Ray so I wasn't close to another climax this soon and as Ray predicted his climax came on fast. He was literally gushing cum up my ass about five minutes after we started. His cum poured out of his boner in a big splash and was rolling down my buttocks and the inside of my legs as he continued fucking me long after the cum explosion. He began slowing down and I feared I wouldn't get a second cum shot, but to my surprise everything started kicking in: his musky smell, the musky BO on my body, the memory of his cock down my throat, the make out we had, his big brother attitude, and this hot fuck all of a sudden brought on a quick little double shot of spunk that had me doing two quick squeals making Ray laugh. He discontinued his thrusts, mumbling, "Okay, I finally fucked some cum and a squeal out of you, the sound was almost like Penny makes. For a minute there I didn't think it would happen."
He pulled right out and I wanted to scream, "Don't be so abrupt!" because his huge cock was feeling so fantastic inside me and I'd like to linger together like this for a little while, except he wouldn't understand. It wouldn't be his fault either. Sex with Robby is sex with my lover and we delay disconnecting as long as we can. Willie and I thought we were in love too and we dragged out the sex as long as we could too. Sex with Connor is affectionate sex as he's got this crush on me so we also delay a bit before ending the sexual adventure. Sex with Dodger is I don't know what, some kind of buddy sex that ends when Dodger says it ends, I guess. Ha ha! This sex with Ray though is the most basic kind of buddy sex, the kind where there's no affection to speak of, just hot sex to get your rocks off; which is fine. It was even hotter than I thought it would be frankly... pure, uncomplicated sex. Ray went into my bathroom and was cleaning his dick with a hand towel when I came in to dab cum with toilet paper as it drooled out of my asshole. Ray's washing his hands, saying, "That's a helluva ass ya got there, Dylan. How'd ya like my cock up there?" Finished with the dabbing, I put some tissue in a clean pair of underpants and pulled them on, mumbling, "It was okay, Ray. You fuck good, actually." As I'm stepping into my basketball shorts Ray's evaluating, "Fucking you was quite different than fucking Penny. It was hot, mind you, you're kinda hot yourself actually. I told you something like that once before I think. All in all I think I like the extra flesh on Penny, particularly her tits... your skinny. But, I'd fuck you again. It's different sure, but cool too. So we're both bisexual, right?" I go, "I guess, but mostly I don't care about labels. Except I do care about you calling me "bitch"! You gotta stop calling me that." He goes, "I know! I know! Both times I did it I yelled at myself but that's the kind of rough talk Penny loves. I dirty talk to her during sex and she just gets in a frenzy of climaxes. Did you know girls can have multiple climaxes? They're animals when it comes to sex." I'm thinking that Ray's an animal when it comes to sex too, but I left it at that. He goes, "I really gotta run now. To be honest I didn't think it could be this good, but it was and I'll be in touch soon, dude."
He was getting his clothes on while he said that. Shortly we're walking to the front door, he's saying, "This is just between you and me. Right, Dylan?" I go, "Sure," and he says, "I'm not queer, I'm really not, but even so I have to say, you're very sexy for a boy. Any guy ever tell you that before?" I'm shaking my head "no" thinking of what the psycho had said to me about that. I don't know why I'm sexy to some guys, but then, why is Ray sexy to me? It doesn't need to mean I'm a freak or something, or that he is. I hope it doesn't anyway. Ray skipped down the steps apparently quite pleased with himself. He seems to have few self doubts about anything. I smelled his musky scent on the back of my forearm as I watched him go, a distinctive, strong odor clung to my arm. Wonder how long before it fades? Drifting back into my bedroom I noticed my cum on the side of the bedspread so I pulled it off and stuffed it into the washing machine. When I looked sideways at my sheets I can see wet spots of Ray's and my cum here, there, and everywhere. I left the sheets on and plumped up the pillow that Ray used during parts of the make out. Then it was quarter to eight on a Saturday night, and I was out of things to do. That's alright, I'm not horny now which counts for a lot.
I watched TV downstairs and thought about things. My idea was to think about Ray and me doing all that stuff tonight but my mind wandered to Robby and that damn conscience of mine. It was taking the glow off my idea of Ray and me being hot fuck buddies. Dammit! After thinking about it for a long time I realized I couldn't tell Robby even if I wanted to because Ray and I had given our word to each other to keep our buddy sex secret. Wow! That's convenient. I tried staring my conscience down with that information, but was only partially successful. The Red Sox game was on but I wasn't paying much attention to it, mostly I just thought about general things in my life while sniffing my arm where Ray marked me with his musk. After the game I went to bed and rolled around in the damp cum from our sex. I could really smell that musky odor on the sheets and before long I had my nose buried in Ray's pillow jerking off. Ten minutes later I had a fair climax and that allowed me to get to sleep. I woke up twice with nightmares, both involving Joel.
Sunday morning I had to shower, unfortunately that put an end to Ray's musk smell. After that I put the sheets in the washing machine along with the bed spread, added soap and turned it on. My mind slowly moved away from that hot escapade with sexy Ray Ellis. I felt good except for the nightmares. First thing I did was get the paper off the front step and scan the Boston Globe for news of the drug bust, and still saw nothing. Is it possible it's considered too common or too uninteresting an event to make the newspapers? I was again listening to the lethally boring all news radio station for word of the mugging when Chubby came in. We did a hand shake and a nice hug, I snuck a kiss on his cheek and he didn't even protest. We both went to Dunkin Donuts for take-out coffees and then returned to fix the moms our famous award-winning Sunday morning breakfast. Chubby told me about his night as we prepared the food for breakfast: honeydew melon, home fries, bacon, English muffins, scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese, the Dunkin Donuts coffees and glasses of orange juice. I told Chubby everything about my Saturday night except anything about Ray which left only the Red Sox beating the Twins. We did not mention Joel.
Chubby, me, and the moms had been invited to the Dickers' pool for Sunday afternoon and we all went. There were a few other families there too. A pool party, the adults drinking margaritas and us kids making everyone cheeseburgers, chicken, and hotdogs on the grill. It was a fun time and Robby and I even sneaked in some smooching in his room. Then a quick blow job that we never got to finish because we heard his mother talking to another woman right outside Robby's bedroom door. I got a good taste of Robby's cock though and for some reason it lowered my guilty feelings about Ray and me. Just as the pool party broke up Robby goes, "Come over here for a second, Dylan." I followed him to the garage were he goes, "Um, oh man, I feel like I should have told you this sooner. Anyway, my parents rehired Joel McCarty. You know, that Joel." I go, "Oh no," not knowing where this was heading. Robby squeezes my shoulder and says, "I was just trying to protect you by not telling you about it. You know, hoping you'd never even see him 'cause I didn't want you to worry. Anyway, he got mugged or something and is in the hospital really fucked up so I guess it's safe to tell you about it now and get it off my conscience. My parents didn't give me details about the mugging except to tell me that for whatever reason, they're not taking him back on the job after he recovers, if he even does recover. He might be in trouble with the police too. I'm not sure why, the 'rents are real hush hush about it, but I think its drug related. Anyway, I hated keeping that secret from you." I go, "Oh, it's okay, Robby, sometimes it's best to keep secret unpleasant things that might upset those you love!" Robby stared into my eyes for a second, like he was trying to determine what I was referring to, then mumbled, "I think so too." We looked out the garage window then and not seeing anyone around, did a five second kiss with lots of tongue.
Monday, in the Metro section of the Boston Globe, I read a one paragraph piece about a mugging in the Glendale section of Framingham. It listed Joel's name, age and address and said there were alleged drug implications with the mugging. Joel had seriously damaged kneecaps and a compound fracture of the wrist and ankle, both required surgery, plus serious internal injuries. Hmmm, I guess his balls are considered internal. The article was short and vague with the use of the word alleged sprinkled about frequently. There was a message on the bulletin board at work about Joel being in the hospital and if anyone wanted to send a get well card there was the hospital's address and Joel's room number listed. I gave some thought as to how I felt about all this now and decided... "Fuck him!" The things he did to me mentally and physically, plus what he was going to do to me, and what he threatened to do to my mom; it all added up to "Fuck you, Joel!!" Mess with me at your own peril!
to be continued...
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