Dylans Summer Vacation

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION

Chapter 4 (Shocking!) by Donny Mumford

The first thing I did when I got to work last Monday morning was go directly to the Dickers Landscape & Design Company's bulletin board and, sure enough, there was a notice advising that Joel McCarty had been mugged Friday night and was in serious condition. The notice includes the hospital's address and the room number for those who may want to send their get well wishes. I'm not inclined to send a card myself, but that's not to say others won't. At least one person may even like Joel; that would be the person Joel helped with the dead battery earlier in the day of his mugging. He or she was helped by the good neighbor Joel. All my interactions have been with the other Joel, the crazy Joel who's convinced I want sexual relations with him and therefore needs to be corrected so that I'll be worthy of him. Maybe that's not exactly how his mind worked, but something bizarre like that is slithering around in his brain. Let's just say there's evidence of some serious malfunctioning there; perhaps some misfiring neurons in his frontal lobes resulting in what may be insanity. And what about other boys Joel may have "corrected,"are all of them still among the living? I wonder if I should alert authorities that Joel could be a serial molester or even a mass murderer. Or am I being too dramatic? I don't know the answer to that and Chubby doesn't want to talk about Joel right now, so I'll give it some time and then discuss the idea with him in the future. Chubby keeps so much inside it's sometimes hard to know what he's thinking. We'll discuss it later when it's not so raw, there's no particular hurry because Joel isn't going anywhere anytime soon. Hey, maybe Joel's even lying and he doesn't have a dungeon room, and maybe he doesn't have a cat o'nine tails either, or any of those other torture devices he talked about it. If he does have them maybe the police will stumble onto them while searching his house for drugs. In other words, maybe it'll all take care of itself. Maybe this and maybe that, but the one thing that's a certainty is that he's out of my life for good. Robby told me his parents aren't going to be rehiring Joel even if he recovers enough to do the work. No details, just that he won't be working here ever again so I guess I can say with confidence, mission accomplished! It would be reassuring for me to know that psycho Joel will never be well enough to harm anyone else, but I don't know how I'd go about verifying that right now. Like I said, in time I'll give it more thought. Hell, because of the cocaine and pills it's possible he'll even do some prison time or be put on probation or something. Whatever, he's on the police's radar screen now and I'm relegating him to past history status in my life.

To be honest though, I didn't feel totally relaxed until Tuesday of last week. By then it had been four full days since the mugging and no one; not the police, the Dickers, or anybody else had requested information from me about anything. After four days it was safe for me to assume Joel hadn't mentioned me, not that that's particularly surprising. First off, what good would it do him? I mean, he was intending to do nefarious things to me and I'd talk about those things if questioned by the police which would lead to more trouble for Joel. So apparently I'm not a person of interest in this matter and its case closed! This is the second time around for me to think that that creep is out of my life for good; you'd think one time would be enough. The first time of course was when he had his, ahem... accident. We knew he'd recover from that and maybe come back to work for the Dickers, but at that time I wasn't expecting to be back there myself. Chubby and I bought our Jeep last fall and I'd gotten a part time job at Stop & Shop which paid enough for me to share car expenses. I was planning on staying with the part time job right through this summer, but then I fell in love with Robby and that changed things. In order to be with him as much as possible I decided to quit Stop & Shop and work for Dickers Landscaping which brought me into contact with the evil one again. It's been a horrendous experience but it's a dead issue now.

What isn't a dead issue is Ray Ellis. He and I had some really hot buddy sex not too long ago and a few days later he was back looking for more of the same. He claims to be experimenting to see if he's bisexual, which is a hoot! Ordinarily his proposal for more of the same would have me secretly whooping it up, but there's a problem. Sexy play with Ray is a delicious endeavor but my newly discovered conscience won't allow me to do it again because it might be interpreted as cheating on Robby. As much as I enjoyed the earlier buddy sex with Ray I was forced to tell him I couldn't do more of the same at this particular time. He then offered me an incentive, and only Ray could think of this as an incentive, he told me it would be okay for us to do some making-out first. That had me stifling a guffaw; the assumption that making-out with him was a favor to me! Ha ha! In any case, he was surprised and disappointed that I turned him down, but he left the door open, "Another time then, right Dylan?" I'd mumbled, "I sincerely hope so, Ray!" Nothing from him since then. That's the way things have been going for me all summer. That boy has a thick cock, it's heavy actually and it felt real good up my ass. He's a sexy boy alright, but even so, I said no to him. What willpower! I didn't even know I had any; love sure does crazy things to your head. Now I'm wondering about Connor; what if he gets in touch with me, and God only knows how he'd do that, will I be able to say no to him too? I kinda doubt it, so how does that fit in with my guilty conscience theory? Of course, he doesn't have a cell phone, or any other kind of phone for that matter, and no car either, so communicating with him is very problematic.

Anyway, sex wise, my first choice is obviously to do it with my boyfriend, Robby. There's been well documented problems with that all summer though, so I've been reduced to scrounging around for buddy sex and then wrestling with my conscience afterward. Robby and I finally did get desperate and reckless when we forced the issue a week ago. It was last Wednesday night when we almost got caught screwing in his pickup at the high school. Oh my god, that would be uber embarrassing to say the least, but it was a hot time and worth the chance we took. Perhaps I spend too much time thinking about the topic of sex; that might be true, but what's a certainty is that I'm not getting enough of it, and that's just sad! Robby deals with the lack of sex a lot better than me. Don't get me wrong, he really gets into it with me when we occasionally find a safe spot to operate in, but he's not always thinking about it like me. He has other interests, such as his new position at work and his baseball activities, and he does a lot of things with his family too. Me, what can I say, I'm mostly into cute boys and gay sex. I like to ogle them, analyze them, and have sex with the ones who want to, except now I've got this guilty conscience thingie confusing the issue a bit.

I'm dealing with it okay though, I'm cool with it... sort of. At work Wednesday morning I stumbled onto an interesting situation. It was before work started and I was strolling around outside the Dicker's complex sipping from a take-out coffee container and smoking a cigarette when the urge to pee came on me real fast; coffee sneaks up on me sometimes. The front entrance of the business office was right there so I put out my cigarette, went up the steps and inside the front doors to use the visitor's lavatory. After taking my pee I walked over to throw away my Styrofoam coffee cup and down the hall I see Robby talking with two nice looking boys about my age. I thought they might be brothers; squinting my eyes I could see similarities in their looks. Both are slim and both had on what looked like white gym shorts, some kind of shorty-shorts that made their legs look really long and slender. Nice looking legs with hairless thighs and nicely curved calves showing just a sprinkling of short, straight blond hairs. Robby was standing in front of the seated boys with his back to me so I stood there and watched them. The two long legged boys weren't looking at me; they were looking at Robby and nodding their heads slightly at whatever Robby was saying. They both had their legs crossed in that manner where the back of one knee is on top of the other knee and the calf of the hanging leg almost touches the other calf. I notice guys crossing their legs that way occasionally; maybe it's just me, but it's always looks a tad feminine and slightly uncomfortable to my eyes. Then it hits me who these two boys probably are. Robby told me he'd be interviewing for a replacement of the kid he fired a week or so ago. I guess the company's human resource department weeded out the applicants and sent these two for Robby to choose from. Well, from here I know which one I'd pick... the cutest one. They're both cute, but I like the more boyish looking one who's probably the youngest. The other one looks too mature and serious. Unfortunately my choice has skinny arms; the other boy appears stronger and you really do need to be kinda strong to move the equipment around. Jeez, my boy is wearing a sleeveless tee too; oh man, I love that sleeveless tee shirt look! They eventually walked toward the human resources offices and I got to see the great ass on both those hotties; on all three of 'em actually. The kid I'd choose has real long blond hair covering his ears entirely, which is not particularly cool. They all disappeared into an office so I reluctantly turned to leave, but it had been a nice visual treat to start my day. See what being horny can do to you? I've adopted the hobby of ogling every boy in sight; I should be ashamed of myself! Heh heh!

Leaving the main office for the workers' locker room I changed into my lawn cutting outfit and was waiting on the blacktop out back for the signal to start the workday when, to my surprise, Robby calls for our attention and introduces the cutie, Chad Bundy, as the newest member of our crew. He'd picked the kid I would have picked, not the stronger looking one. In the introduction Robby says, " Chad's had no experience in landscaping, but he's got a great recommendation from his last job at Home Depot. I'm confident he'll be a good addition to our team. I'll be working with him the rest of the week. For now, introduce yourselves, then let's load up and move out." Chad went around shaking hands mumbling "nice to meet ya" to everyone. Up close he's even cuter than I initially thought. He's not shy, I don't get that impression at all, he has a confident air about him, but he's quiet. Jeez, those green eyes of his! What the hell, he probably needs someone to look out for him in the early going so I told Robby I'd sit in the back of the truck with Chad to make sure he didn't fall out or anything. Robby nodded that it was okay, then started to say something to me but didn't, just shook his head slightly. Whatever, I gotta hustle to make sure I get to sit next to the new kid.

During the ride to our first job site I'm right next to Chad trying to pry a little information out of him. In this kind of situation I feel confident and even cocky because I've got a lot of experience on the job and Chad has none, plus our supervisor's my friggin' boyfriend, ha ha! So, ya know, I'm not real intimidated by Chad . Under normal circumstances though, I don't usually feel comfortable interacting with someone I don't know. The first thing I learned about Chad was that he wasn't exactly thrilled about me asking questions, and the second thing I learned is that there's no way he's gay. It's obvious from how he carries himself that Chad 's just one more straight kid on the job; they all might be straight for all I know. The other thing is that he seems genuinely annoyed with me. Could this be one of those situations where a person hates me right off the bat? It happens to me sometimes. Anyway, I find out he's eighteen years old and the other boy I saw him with this morning is indeed his brother, who was also hired. The brother will be working in crazy Joel's old office job. Chad's not much of a communicator as I've said, but uber nice to look at, and younger looking than eighteen so I was kind of enjoying myself sitting next to him and occasionally bumping against him as the truck bounced through potholes. I'm trying to think of a way to get a conversation started while glancing furtively over at him occasionally... I really like Chad 's looks. He probably notices me glancing over, but ignores me. Let's see, it's a bright sunny day and already hot as hell, but I can't talk about the weather; that's too lame! Hmmm, what to say?

We're both sitting down flat on the bed of the pickup with our legs spread out in front of us. Chad 's legs, coming out of those short-shorts in this sitting position, look even longer than they did earlier. I can't very well start a conversation about his hot legs though, so for lack of anything better I casually ask him why he wore gym shorts to work. He hesitated, shook his head a few times slowly like he can't believe how stupid I am, and then says, "Ah, I don't want to be meeping rude, but ya know... umm, oh okay, it's easier to answer your question than argue about it." I go, "Huh? What's to argue about" He doesn't look at me when he's talking, he says, "Never mind that now! Meep it, okay?!" Then he does turn to look at me, and in a manner you might use explaining something to a slow learner, he says, "I wore these gym shorts today because it's ninety meeping degrees out here. Why would anyone wear baggy cargo shorts that hang below their knees in this heat?" Obviously he's referring to my cargo shorts, which are cool, not nerdy like gym shorts. Instead of taking offense though, I choose to smile and take the high road. I change the subject, "Why are you always saying, 'meep'?" He shakes his head again and looks away like, "Don't bother me!" Frankly, his baby face and his attitude don't go together at all but I'm willing to overlook the attitude for now because the baby face carries more weight with me than his rudeness detracts. He's purposely looking away from me, his cheeks puffed out as he exhales air slowly through his lips, making a hissing sound; totally annoyed with me. Hard to believe a new kid would be so combative.

I guess I should give up and assume he's an asshole, but I'm slightly amused with him. I touch his arm to get his attention, then smiling again, I try for a truce, "You're right, Chad, it is hot as hell. I'm wearing these baggy cargo shorts because I don't have gym shorts like you do, but I just might buy a pair!" Chad did that deep intake of air like, "Can I believe this shit?" but said nothing. Well okay, we're not getting off to a very good start and let's face it, I'm letting this kid get away with murder here too; I could have said, "Okay, yeah, the heat explains why you're wearing shorty-shorts like a six year old, but what's your meeping brother's excuse? He's working in an air conditioned office!" I could have said that but I just noticed something else about Chad that I like. A light, warm breeze just blew by Chad towards me and this kid smells sexy, like Ray Ellis... yum? And, like I said, I love that sleeveless t-shirt look too, so I'm giving him at least one more chance. Hell, he could be the nervous type and covering-up that fact with this rude behavior. He'd closed his eyes so I take the opportunity to study him more closely. He's hot for sure! I notice a small amount of very light blond underarm hair peeking out through the sleeveless arm opening of his t-shirt and by bending my head a little I can also see his nice pale pink nipple and regular boy's hairless chest. I also noticed that Chad might be even thinner than me, but he has a nice enough body just the same; well, except for the skinny biceps. Compared to my guns Chad's biceps look puny. I'm aware, by the way, that he closed his eyes hoping I'd take the hint. The nerve! Ha ha! Nah, he's got too much going for him for me to give up so soon. Mentoring isn't always easy, ya know.

We got to the job site without further conversation and then Chad 's skinny biceps had no trouble lifting three mowers out of the truck bed, three in a row. Fascinated, I stood there and watched him work. I watched him too long apparently because I hear a stern voice, "Dylan, don't just stare at him, help him get this truck unloaded!" My face got red and I think I saw a smirk from Chad aimed at me. All through the morning Chad was gum on Robby's shoe and where he was gruff and rude with me, he was an eager, grinning, go-getter for Robby. At lunch Chad's brown-nosing got a little sickening. With a big I wanna please smile, he chirps, "I got your lunch out of the truck for ya, Rob." I'm thinking "Rob?" Oh, I guess most of the guys do call him Rob, but I'm beginning to suspect there's something sneaky about this Chad kid. He seemed a bit aloof to the rest of the crew too, so it's not just me he's looking down on. Not only that, he says the "meep" word all the fucking time; it's enough to drive ya crazy. Oh god, this could really get sick. All day long Chad followed Robby around, when Robby stopped too quickly Chad ran up his ass and they'd smile and chuckle at his clumsiness. Later in the afternoon Robby was on his cell phone talking to his manager, which he does every afternoon, and to speed things up he'd given Chad the day-end check list to fill out. Robby's inside the air conditioned cab of the two-ton truck when Chad waves and calls out to the five members of our crew, he yells, "Turn off the meeping blowers and mowers for a minute!" One by one we relay the request and look at Chad like "What the hell's going on?" He shouts, "I don't meeping remember all your names, but I'll call out a name and you, real quick-like, report over here to me for the day-end check list." Then, looking down at the list, he calls out, "Ryan Beezer." Ryan looked over at me with this, what the fuck? quizzical look on his face and Chad yells, "Are you Beezer? Over here, quickly!" I'm thinking, "What a total asshole!" Ryan looks over to Robby's truck and catches Robby's eye who gives the thumbs up salute not knowing what Chad 's up to. "Let's go, Beezer! Myers is meeping next and Rob wants this done quickly!" So, one by one we reported to the new kid who we assume has Robby's okay to handle the check list this way. Chad checked off each area for all of us and then said, "Thank you. You're dismissed! Back to work now." Un-fucking-believable!

We lived through that experience but I gotta talk to Robby about this new kid; he could screw up our crew... the meeping dickhead! I did not sit back in the pickup's bed with Chad on the ride to the company office; let him fall out of the damn truck for all I care. Glancing through the rear window of the pickup a few times I see Chad sitting away from the other guys, it's not just me he doesn't want to associate with. After work, on the way to Robby's house for our regular barbecue dinner, I told him about Chad 's bad attitude and his weird superiority complex, or whatever it is. Robby looked concerned when I described Chad 's method of filling out the check list. "You gotta be shitting me! Chad had everyone report to him? I told him to go around to each guy. I'll straighten him out tomorrow, but he's a good worker and basically a good kid." He glanced over for a second and added, "Wicked cute too, don't ya think?" I shrug and mumble, "I guess," and Robby gets stern then and says, "I want you to give him a chance! Okay?" I go, "Yes sir, boss, but he could be bad for the morale of the crew." Robby just nods his head at that but I know he's going to do everything he can to make it work; he chose Chad over the other kid and Robby doesn't like to look bad in any aspect of his supervisory responsibilities. He's like that with a lot of things actually.

Chubby won't be joining us for the barbecue; he needs to work late filling in for someone who's on vacation. It'll be just Robby, Dodger, Vinnie, and me; four gay boys, three of whom know the others are gay, and then one boy who's more or less in the dark about the rest. Robby only knows he and I are gay, which amazes me no end. Before dinner I'm swimming with Robby, we're racing from one end of the pool to the other, and then back again. I've got no chance to win the race of course, but Robby purposely barely beats me so it appears to be a race. Great exercise: the lungs get a great workout, arms and legs too. While Robby and I are doing these faux races, Dodger's off with Vinnie doing something I'd probably like to be doing. Those two don't have a problem about where to go for hanky panky because Vinnie's an only child and both his parents work; the boys have the use of Vinnie's bedroom during the day Monday thru Friday. The best thing about them being someplace other than here is that Robby and I can swim under water and grab each others dicks while pretending to kiss. It's almost impossible to do a real kiss under water, but we do the best we can and Robby's stubby cock feels good in my hand, wet or dry. I reach inside his boardies and get the bare skin feel of his dick thinking how it will feel when it's in places other than my hand. We're determined it's going to get in a couple of those places later tonight too. No specific plan, we'll just be alert for any possibility.

We were out of the pool sitting on deck chairs drying in the sun when the boys appeared. They look so cute together with their identical haircuts. Vinnie hasn't grown as much as Dodger this past year so they aren't the same height anymore although they have the same body type; wiry slim with subtle definition in all the right places; Dodger more so than Vinnie. Dodger is the diving and swimming star and he has that stereotypical swimmer's build to back that up. I enjoy watching those two interact and like I said, it's surprising to me that Robby doesn't see the boys' interaction for what it is. You'd think Robby would notice there's more to it than Vinnie having a little hero worship for Dodger. After all, Robby went through something like that with me last summer so why not Vinnie and Dodger? It's true that both those boys are kinda tough kids without an ounce of gay affectations between them, so maybe that's the reason it hasn't occurred to Robby the relationship could be sexual. Now that I think about it, I wouldn't have thought those two were gay either except Dodger forced himself on me right from the start. Speaking of that, I'm concerned about that promise I made to Dodger of cooperating with his next pool fuck and that other promise too; me rimming his ass. None of that seems like a good idea now that I've developed this conscience problem; I'll be careful not to get in the pool with Dodger except when others are in the area. In the water he's like a fucking otter or a seal or something and I don't have much of a chance against him in that situation, but that's a concern for another time.

Tonight the four of us are goofing around having a good time hangin' together. We like each other and that's true of the brothers as well, which isn't always the case with brothers, especially when they're both uber competitive like these two. We're doing a bit of rough housing in the water when Robby's dad calls him to help with the grill. The sun is still hot for this late in the day so the rest of us stay in the pool's cool water. We're all tan and slim and healthy looking. I mostly see just the heads of Vinnie and Dodger bobbing in the deep end; tiny water bubbles foaming in their identically buzzed hair, the constant grin on Dodger's face contrasting with Vinnie's concerned expression which mostly seems to be asking, "Am I doing okay, Dodger?" Soon they're whispering and I'm betting it's a plot to dunk me. Wrestling in the pool is fun because it's a way to get our bodies sliding against one another without causing unwanted scrutiny from the 'rents. Last year there were a lot of squeezed balls and nut crunching but not so much this year, so I was surprised when both bobbing heads went under water and came up surrounding me. It took Dodger about three seconds to get his hand inside the back of my swim suit and then Vinnie's smallish hand was in the front of my boardies pulling them down and grabbing my shrunken dick; their heads had gone under and then reappeared above water when they'd captured my private parts. I'm trying to act pissed off but Mr. Dickers was close by so I couldn't make too much of a ruckus, plus it feels good.

Actually, it's awesome being attacked by friendly forces. Naturally Dodger wasn't satisfied goosing my ass. He worked his index finger up my hole and that felt mighty good too, then it felt even better when he began finger fucking me. Vinnie stroked my stiffening cock, his chin occasionally bouncing off the front of my shoulder as he bobbed about in the water looking over at Dodger for approval. My bathing suit had slipped halfway down my thighs so it's almost feels like I'm skinny dipping which is phat. No talking as the effort of keeping our heads above water requires a lot of energy. My balls were producing spunk rapidly and I was doing some little grunting noises and puffing out bursts of air while moving my arms and legs staying afloat. Then, just as I feel a climax coming on, I look up to see Mrs. Dickers walking toward the pool carrying a tray with glasses of lemonade. The boys have given me this awesome, really stiff boner and it's feeling achingly good and just getting ready to shoot off, but now I don't want to. Thankfully Dodger also sees his mother coming and says, "Let's go Vinnie!" The two of them let me float away as I continue to quietly grunt from the wonderful sensation of being this close to climax. My boner was all too visible in the clear pool water though so I went under kicking my feet to churn the water while frantically tugging up my swim suit. Then I floated to the top and Mrs. Dickers, hearing me splash getting out of the pool, asked, "Enjoying your swim, Dylan? I have a glass of lemonade for you." I go, "Oh yeah! That's a real sexy pool ya have here, Mrs. Dickers! Thank you for the lemonade." She nodded and smiled politely, but didn't reply. That's one of the good things about the Dickers boy's parents; they're friendly, but don't engage us boys in a lot of casual conversation, and I like that! My mom and particularly Tris, Chubby's mom, would talk with us all day long if we let them get away with it.

Naturally, both Vinnie and Dodger were smirking and feeling real proud of themselves for attacking me like that and getting me boned-up. I tried acting like I hadn't been worried that Mrs. Dickers almost witnessed me shooting spunk in the pool, a potentially embarrassing situation to say the least. Dodger was trying to get the stinky finger he'd had up my ass under Vinnie's nose, but Vinnie was too quick for him and pushes his hand away smiling cutely. Then Dodger sniffs it himself then, and says, "Sweet!" I go, "Meep you!" Vinnie laughs so I guess he's onto this meep nonsense. His eyes light up then, like he just got a great idea and he says, real serious like, "We gotta have ourselves another three-way, Dylan. Remember? That rocked, dude!" Like I could forget it. I say, "When the hell was I ever in a three-way with you children? You gotta be shitting me!" and Vinnie goes, "Yeah you were, don't you remember? It was when I got my first buzz cut." Dodger says, with a harsher tone than I thought was warranted, "Shut up, Vinnie. He remembers just fine." Vinnie looked properly chastised so Dodger squeezes the back of Vinnie's neck affectionately and says, in a much nicer manner, "Come on guys, let's sneak a smoke behind the garage." I'm for that so we begin casually sauntering toward the back of the garage when Mr. Dickers shouts, "No smoking around the house, boys." Dodger yells, "Smoking? Dad, get serious! We don't smoke!" as we continue walking. I hear Mr. Dickers sputtering something, then he and Mrs. Dickers are laughing; they're resigned to Dodger's lying. They spoil their children something awful.

There's a crumbled brick patio and a couple of old wood Adirondack chairs behind the garage, also a chest containing pool towels. The three of us lean against the chairs and share a stale Marlboro Light from a pack Dodger keeps hidden in the chest for just this sort of thing. We're screwing around seeing who can get the most spit on the filter as we pass the cigarette. Vinnie doesn't inhale yet, but Dodger's become an accomplished smoker. Finished with the first one we lit another and all of us took a drag, holding the smoke in our lungs or mouth, then put our lips together to exhale and then inhale each other's smoke. Vinnie swallowed his, or inhaled it, or something and got into the worst coughing fit ever which got Dodger and me into a laughing fit as we're patting Vinnie on the back; then we pull the back of his swim suit down and begin spanking his bare ass. The coughing subsides as the spanking continues; Vinnie's ass was bright pink from our open hand slaps on that awesome, hairless bubble butt of his. In less than a minute I noticed a bulge in the front of Vinnie's bathing suit. Surely it wasn't the coughing that caused him to spring half a hard-on; it had to be either the pats on his back or the spanking. Hmm, I'm going with the spanking. That goddamn Dodger is so lucky to have a fuck buddy like Vinnie! I nod my head at the protruding lap of Vinnie's swimsuit and Dodger reaches over grabbing a handful. Vinnie leans into Dodger holding onto his arm with both hands, and whimpers, "Oh, don't Dodger," but his hips were humping into Dodger's hand slightly as Dodger tightened his grip looking at Vinnie with a sweet grin; then he massages Vinnie's cock into a full blown boner. I stared with my lips parted, my dick getting hard. Vinnie rested his forehead on Dodger's shoulder and let Dodger do with him what he wanted. After a bit Dodger moved his lips against Vinnie's ear and whispers something that causes Vinnie to mumble, "Okay, sure; if you promise," as he nods his head. Hot gay teen boys!

It was another great barbecue. This time of year the local tomatoes and corn on the cob are at their peak... delicious. We also had medium-rare cowboy steaks and baked potatoes with butter and sour cream. After we ate everything in sight, Robby asks, "How 'bout I get us a watermelon. We haven't had one for a long time." Mrs. Dickers says, "If you want, Rob, but get a small one; there's a ten dollar bill on the kitchen counter." Robby's trying to play it casual, "Who wants to come with me?" I quickly say, "I'll go! I want to buy it though 'cause you guys buy everything." Mrs. Dickers says, "Oh, thank you, Dylan! You're the nicest boy, but let us treat here at the house, Okay?" I go, "Yes, ma'am. Thank you." We're up and heading toward the kitchen for the ten dollar bill before Dodger can chime in that he wants to come too. Robby drove us directly to this dead-end road that forty years ago led to a drive-in movie. The land had been sold, but the construction of new homes was put off "on account of the economy", which is a line from a Bruce Springsteen song we listened to on the radio while driving here. I don't know the song's title though. The weeds are about two feet high on the dirt road and the ruts are rough, plus we're out in the open as there aren't any trees or anything to hide behind. Out in the open or not, kids still come here from time to time to use the area as a lover's lane.

Robby parks, turns off the engine and says, "You wanna suck my cock, Dylan?" I go, "Umm, ah... why yes I believe I do, Robby." We're taking our bathing suits off as we talk. On the seat, I get on my knees, my hands on Robby's thighs near his dick; he's turned sideways as much as he can, one leg bent at the knee up against the seat's back. Lowering my head to his lap I tongue his chlorine-tasting cock licking off the pool's chlorine remnants and getting to the real Robby taste. Lapping under his balls near the corner of his anus I lick at that until Robby's squirming on the seat scrunching his buttocks forward so I can get to his full pink rosebud asshole which I lick until it's wet enough for me to push the tip of my tongue in. Robby has one hand holding the steering wheel, steadying him, and the other on the back of my head; he's making noisy breathing sounds while lightly humping his hips. I can get my tongue maybe three quarters of an inch up his ass, my nose plastered against the back part of his scrotum, his nuts resting on the bridge of my nose against my closed eyelids. Rimming Robby gets me harder, quicker, than sucking his cock does. I can't breathe very well in this position but the little breathing I manage smells one hundred percent Robby Dickers and that's a very good thing. Needing some full inhales of air I pulled away, reaching under me to stroke my hard cock a few times and then went back to Robby's groin. Getting my tongue under the head of his cock, I suck the entire thing into my mouth; my nose and forehead were now poking his smoothly shaved belly. Oh my, rimming's great but I really do like to suck cock a lot! Robby rubs his hands over my shoulders and back, saying, "Suck my cock, get it harder, Dylan. Hmmm, that's nice." It doesn't take long to get it as hard as it's going to get; sucking and tonguing just the head until it's sticking straight up from Robby's belly. This is so hot, it gets me really boned-up! Robby's blowing air out through a small round opening he's made with his lips, then manages to grunt out, "Oh, that's nice... ahh! Ooh, here comes some precum for ya." I sucked it down and then Robby cups under my chin to lift my head and we start a mad make-out that gets both of us sweating; our bodies heating up the already high temperature in the pickup, steaming up the windows in the process. It's soon stifling in the pickup's cab.

After maybe five minutes of kissing and licking each other's face, breathing hard, Robby says, "We can't be away too long, you better sit on it now." Sweat's rolling down our faces as Robby moves around to sit in the passenger's part of the bench seat; I sit on his thighs leaning my back against his chest. "Lift up, Dylan," and he moves his boner right under my asshole. "Okay, now... all the way down on it." I slide down that short fat pole slowly, precum and sweat helping me along, but it's still tight and my asshole is sore at first. Robby's hugging me with both arms overlapping under my nipples. I'm facing the windshield and can just see our blurry refection and my grimace as I pull up off his legs and then right back down, then again and, damn, if my hole didn't feel a lot better already. Muscle memory maybe, but my ass loves having a cock inside it and adjusts to the intrusion quickly. Up and down, up and down, and now Robby starts humping his hip up as I'm sliding down, I grab my cock to stroke that dripping six inches of bone. Oh my god, this feels good!

In two minutes I feel my nuts start churning and then that familiar vibrating, almost achy feeling at the inside of both thighs near my nuts. I'm gonna cum too soon again, but Robby's lifting up under my buttocks with his hands, saying, "How 'bout getting on all fours now?" Oh! I hate when he pulls out of me so quick like that, but I rustle around getting on my knees with my forehead resting down on the back of my wrists across from the steering wheel. Robby's up on his knees behind me and right away it's "Smack! smack! smack, smack!!" his bare hand spanking my ass, as I'm yelling, "That really stings, Robby!" "Smack! Smack!" Two more really stinging spanks along with some barely contained giggles, then, "You were a bad boy staring at the new kid today. I'm going, "Aw, come on, Robby!" A couple more of half-hearted smacks just because he could, and then he shoved his boner right back up inside and I'm like, "Ahhh yeah, Robby!" My buttocks were stinging, he'd really let me have it tonight, but now all I care about is Robby pounding his fat cock up my ass creating all those awesome orgasmic-inducing sensations. All around and up and down went those erotic feelings, flying to all parts of my rectum. Robby's boned-up cock fucking me hard and fast, just the way I love it!

Robby stopped humping my ass to adjust his position on the seat and a question entered my head: Did Robby spank me because he was jealous of me flirting with the new kid, or just because he thinks it's funny to spank my ass? Whatever, I quickly became totally absorbed in Robby's renewed efforts to fuck me a new asshole; I simply can't imagine what could be better than a boy's hard cock humping up my ass, over and over and over. Robby's going "Oh!" with every penetration; fast, hard humps as my dick begins to get even stiffer and I'm moaning, "Ahh! Ohh, fuck me, Robby. Oh yeah, this feels sooo good! Ahh! Ahh!" I'm supporting myself with one forearm on the seat now, my head is up and straining back as I stroke my cock in time with the thrusts of Robby's hard stubby cock up my hole. Then it came on me fast, "Ahhhhh!" cum is streaming from my dick splattering on the inside of the door, then lesser squirts on the vinyl seat as I'm into a stroking frenzy. Another good shot of cum and my eyes squeezed closed trying to absorb the wonderful feelings of climax. Robby's hammering his boner up my hole grunting and breathing hard. Cum drools from my cock as my whole body jolts with each of Robby's crotch slams against my buttocks, and does it ever feel good. Blackness and pleasure as I squeeze my eyes shut and drop my head again, then brightness and fright when I open my eyes. Brightness!? I lift my head quickly and see headlights coming towards us. Robby sees them too and lays down on my back saying, "Down, Dylan!" We're hoping the car will keep going right by. Maybe the occupants in that car are up to the same thing we are. The mystery car's headlights shine through the pickup's windows, then they're past us and we listen as the engine sounds fade to quiet again. Robby lifts his head and peeks out the door window, "They're gone, Dylan." I mumble, "That was random," and he says, "Just stay where you are, this feels good on my dick."

First, my heart was pounding fast from my climax, and then, from being frightened that we were gonna get caught in the act. Not worried about being caught now I notice the wetness on my chest and realize I'm laying in my own cum. Robby's cock had never pulled out of me, he humps his hips off my ass a few times and I bite my bottom lip to keep from making an embarrassing squeal; it feels so good to be fucked like this. I'm not getting fucked nearly as often as I did when Willie was around, so when I do get fucked everything seems bigger than life. Robby's speaking in a playful tone when he says, "Yeah, that was random alright! We'll do a little missionary fucking since we're in this position, how 'bout that?" It's all awesome and I feel so close to Robby right now, so connected, it's almost like I'm grateful to him for fucking me. Right after that great climax I'm in a bit of a romantic mood perhaps, so I turned my head on the seat to look up at him and say, "You fuck me better than anyone ever has, Robby. I love you so much!" He made a face like, "Why get so serious?" He gets a knee on either side of me then, and keeping his playful mood, says, "Have you finally caught up with the way I love you, is that what you're saying?" I go, "I caught up a long time ago!" He humps my hole grunting a little, then mumbles, "That's nice, but it's your ass that's more responsible for a great fucking than me, Dylan; you have the perfect ass for fucking and it inspires me to go at it hard every time. That's why I fuck you so good... just like this!" He starts fucking me again and I guess he's right to keep it light. We can be romantic when we have more time, let's concentrate on some fucking for now! After all, we're supposed to be getting a watermelon so we gotta hurry up with this. It's kind of funny how it used to be Robby saying romantic stuff like that to me and now I say it to him; we switched positions like Chubby and I did after that Chavez brothers fight... funny how that works. Robby's got this great rhythm going for him and while my climax is just a memory it still feels soooo good to be fucked! I tried squeezing my sphincter tight to increase Robby's pleasure. After a bit I wonder why it's taking Robby so long to cum. Just then he starts grunting again and does a few extra violent humps leaving his cock up my ass after the hardest hump, followed by little pressure movements with his crotch against my buttocks. Finally, he blows out a long noisy breath, pouring cum into my rectum at the same time, then another spurt before collapsing fully on my back. I felt his heart pounding against my back and his warm moist breath on the back of my head. His creamy cum felt good in my hole.

Sweat slid between us; his chest and stomach against my back and buttocks. After thirty seconds or so, "That was good! Huh, Dylan?" He pulls his cock from my ass and I turn on my side sliding down on the seat away from the steering wheel, my knees bending up to my chest. Robby gets off the seat and faces me resting a knee against the seat below my chin and one at the top of my head, then scrunches down a little. I say, "That was an awesome fuck, Robby!" Then I crane my neck up towards his crotch and lap his cock inside my mouth again. It's messy with his creamy cum and unidentifiable stuff from my asshole, but I lap it clean for him. He helps me sit up, holds my head between his hands and kisses me, then says, "I love you too, Dylan. No matter what, always know that I do." Another kiss and then we're struggling to get back into our boardie swimsuits; it's not easy getting into a damp swimsuit in a confined space. We get them on and Robby starts the pickup, and then says, "Something doesn't feel right here." He's looking around, and then laughing, he says, "You got mine on and I got yours on! We're a couple of fuck ups lately, aren't we?" We take the swimsuits off and switch as I'm saying, "That's because we're not getting regular sex and we're always doing everything too fast and there's always some dickhead trying to interfere with our fucking. It's like there's some goddamn meeping conspiracy out there." Robby goes, "That pretty much covers it," puts the truck into gear and drives much to fast to the farm stand where we jump out of the pickup and I grab the first watermelon we see. Then, without waiting in line for change, Robby leaves the ten dollar bill on the counter, yelling, "Keep the change," and we sprint for the car and drive too fast back to the house with the watermelon in my lap. All the way back I feel Robby's cum squishing around in my ass and that gives me another nice boner; my third one of the night; and this one's poking a watermelon! At the house I follow behind Robby carrying the melon and keeping him between my poking boner and everyone else. Dropping the watermelon gently onto the picnic table and checking that neither Mr. or Mrs. Dickers is looking my way, I run for the pool and jump in. Dodger was already in the pool so he swam right over asking, "What took ya so long?" I told him, "The farm stand was really busy!" He chuckles, saying, "I'll bet it was," as he grabs between my legs feeling my boner. "You're still sprouting wood? Do farm stands give you a hard on, you sexy thing?" I mumbled, "Yeah, they do. Is that unusual?" Dodger's chuckling, then says, "You're so cool, Dylan."

It only took a short swim to get my dick limp again. Dodger and I climb out of the pool and dry off, and then he and Robby cut up the watermelon. Those two were bumping into each other on purpose making the slices uneven, just goofing around; it's cool to see brothers get along like they're buddies. An hour later the mosquitoes were out so Robby gave me a ride home. All during the ride I'm looking over at him, loving him. I wanted so much to have him come into my condo and do what we'd done in his pickup all over again, only doing it on my bed this time. I didn't suggest it though because the Jeep was parked at the curb meaning Chubby was home and he's likely to pop in on me at any time. Robby pulled in behind the Jeep, reached over and squeezed my leg saying, "Love you, Dylan. That was hot tonight, wasn't it?" I say, "Oh yeah! In more ways than one too! Wish we could do it again right now." He smiled and as I'm getting out of the pickup he did a kissing thing with his lips that made my dick squirm. I remember Willie being much more brazen though, he'd French kiss me right in front of my house. Could it be that Willie loves me more than Robby does? No, one thing doesn't necessarily have anything to do with the other. Just because Willie was reckless and Robby is more cautious doesn't mean Willie loves me more. Hell, it could mean the opposite; that Willie does what pleases him while Robby is looking out for me. What if someone happened by when Willie's French kissing me right at my door? Actually Chubby did catch us kissing that time long ago but I bluffed my way out of it. Still, it would have been nice if Robby had said he wished we could do the sexy things again tonight even though he knew we couldn't.

Chubby wasn't in my condo so I went up to his. Letting myself in I discovered Chubby's in the shower so I flopped on his bed and buried my face in his pillow. Very weak Chubby scent there because the sheets were recently changed, but I liked what little I could smell of him just the same. Chubby came out a couple minutes later with a towel over his shoulder, his four inch soft dick swinging in the breeze. He let out a little screech when I turned over on his bed. "Jesus! Oh man, you scared me. I almost peed myself!" He sounded a little annoyed so I gave him my hurt-feelings look, then it was a big smile from him and, "Hiya Bro! Just kidding with you. Nice to see you, give us a hug." He leaned over and we did a half-assed hug with his bare dick dragging against my thigh. After the hug, I nagged, "Chubby, your pubes are all grown in! We used to shave them, it was cool, so why don't we do it again?" He's pulling on boxer shorts, saying, "Oh Dylan, we've had this discussion so many times. That was kid stuff we were doing all those times; we're going to college next month so we need to grow up." I didn't really expect he'd give in, I mumble, "I guess," and then tell him about the new kid, Chad , and what a jackass he was today. Chubby says, "It's fascinating that some kids are totally unaware of their sycophancy." He's smugly waiting for me to ask him what that means, which I'm not going to do. It's his new game; we're all onto his factoids act so he came up with this new thing. He learns an obscure word and sneaks it into a conversation; maybe he's using it correctly or maybe not. I refuse to ask him what it means and instead say, "You're probably quite right about that. How about a cigarette?" He's put out that I won't ask what sycophancy means, but he won't admit it. Instead he nods and says, "Let me pull on some shorts and slip into some flip flops." That makes me think of his foot fetish and how maybe we could combine some foot action with some pubes shaving, but I don't want to bring it up again; it would seem like I'm too needy. Hell, I was just fucked two hours ago anyway.

Outside we light a cigarette and pass it back and forth while Chubby's telling tales of his insurance work. He says, "There's this older guy at work who's one of my secondary bosses, Sy Gold; he's the supply supervisor and occasionally I work for him. This guy's always talks about his dogs and cats. He's never been married and he isn't really friendly toward anyone. If you ask me he's a misanthropistbut I still gotta be nice to him. In business you best get along with management," then Chubby looks up at the darkening sky as he slowly exhales smoke. I take the cigarette from Chubby, inhale a big drag and exhale it in his smug face saying, "Ya don't say? Another meeping misanthrope, huh, whaddya know." Chubby says, "Meeping?" I go, "What about meeping?" and he's like, "Oh, nothing." Neither of us would give in so we changed the subject and talked about Wildwood. It made me feel so good that he's still just as excited as I am about going. "I can use a little break from Mary Jo, Dylan, 'cause girls can be draining. They need so much attention." I guess I was looking too pleased at that comment because Chubby added, "They need almost as much attention as you do." Then he squeezed my hand and smiled. I got a nice shiver running though my body. Getting brave, I asked, "You want to take care of our feet tonight, Chubby?" He bit his bottom lip and shook his head "no" then said, "I gotta get to sleep, bro. Long day tomorrow, I'm going in early to fill in for someone on the first shift, then I got the late shift too." We stood up to go inside, I say, "Oh, okay. Hope you're not working too hard." He stops, looks me in the eyes and then hugs me roughly to him, saying real low, "I love ya, bro! I don't tell you that enough." Letting go abruptly he mumbles, "Gotta get to bed," and jogs up the steps. I'm not sure what that was all about but I think it had something to do with me volunteering to do the foot fetish with him. He wanted to do it, but he's still trying to fit a square into a round hole while ignoring his gay side completely.

Next morning I'm at work standing on the blacktop drinking my second coffee when I spot this cute kid with a blond flattop haircut similar to Robby's and I'm like, what a coincidence, until it sinks in that the cute kid is Chad Bundy with a major haircut adjustment. Can I believe this shit? Yesterday he looked like a girl with all that hair on his head, and then he sees that his boss has a flattop so he immediately gets his own flattop. What an ass kisser! To hell with it, this kid is never going to warm up to me so what do I have to lose. I walk over and say, "Yo, Chad. Let me guess. That's gotta be from Supercuts, right?" He nods, saying, "You're Newman, right? You mean my new flattop? Yeah, it's a Supercuts haircut. How the meep did you know?" I go, "Well, those lady haircutters at Supercuts don't know how to cut guy's short hairstyles, they do woman's hair and older men, that sort of thing. So, I just added one and one and came up with Supercuts." Frowning, he says, "Are you inferring this is a meeped-up flattop?" I go, "Well, yeah, duh! It's just right for you though." He squints his eyes trying to figure out if that was an insult as Ryan wanders over and goes, "Jesus, dude, you go from one extreme to another, don't ya?" Chad's like, "You got a problem with my haircut too?" Ryan shrugs and makes a face like "why would I give a shit about your hair," and says, "No, not really. I do got a problem with you though. Yesterday afternoon you were acting like you're one of the bosses and that pisses me off 'cause this is my third summer on the job and I don't need no punk on the job one fucking day telling me what to do!" He stared at Chad a few seconds to see if Chad had anything to say to that, and then says, "Okay, we understand each other. You have a nice day now!" and walks away leaving Chad speechless. Chad finally turns to me and asks, "What'd I do wrong?" Then, believe it or not, we had a decent give and take conversation with Chad seemingly interested in my opinion about how he handled the check list detail. He approached the discussion like he was the superior though, and that's just stupid, but I didn't want to make waves because Robby has told me to give Chad a chance. Chad's contribution to the conversation was filled with "meep" or "meeped" or "meeping". I noticed two things; one... He's not as aggressive and overbearing today as he was yesterday so maybe there's an outside chance he'll turn out to be an okay guy after all. The second thing is obvious; he's using "meep" instead of the "fuck" word. A few kids in school during my junior year said "meep" a lot too; it was a fad for awhile. Those kids used it as a positive comment instead of saying, "cool!", for example. You can apparently give it any meaning you want. Don't ya just love us teens though, always trying to be different? Anyway, Chad is obviously a little unsure of the guy stuff, the fitting in stuff. Some guys never got the memo, ya know... they never quite get how to just be one of the boys. Hey, I'm still willing to try to be friends with him, help him along like I promised Robby, but it doesn't seem like much fun anymore 'cause Chad refuses to act like he's just a regular new kid on the job.

I've got a surprise for Robby but he's spending all his time with Chad so I haven't been able to get him alone long enough to tell him about it. I've been trying though and as the morning progresses I'm noticing something; it's the way Chad looks at Robby... like Robby's the man! It's kinda creepy, but I guess Robby does have a natural leadership quality that's making a positive impression on Chad, who's a kid out of the mainstream loop to begin with. Robby's idea for Chad's training, by the way, is to train him as the Jack-of-all-trades so the rest of the lawn cutting season he can fill in for vacation bound guys like me, or for guys who don't make it to work 'cause they're sick or hung-over or whatever. I asked Robby why he's doing this so late in the summer and he told me it's just something he's testing to see if it's a worthwhile idea for next season. There's gotta be more to it than that though 'cause Robby was stumbling all over his explanation, like he was making it up as he went along; whatever, I can sense Robby's holding back. I'm not going to say anything more about it for now though, and I'm not going to be presumptuous enough to tell him how to do his job either, but wouldn't it make more sense for him to assign Chad to each of us for a day? After all, Chad 's not going to be replacing Robby should Robby miss work. And another thing that's not right, Robby used to eat lunch with us crew guys, now he and Chad eat alone which has the crew raising their eyebrows, silently questioning "what the fuck?" They, like me, are noticing the changes from when we used to be such a tight group. It's been quite different the last two days. Damn, all this negativity; I just hope I'm not being critical because of jealousy. I mean, Chad only showed up yesterday so what's there for me to be jealous about? I will mention one other thing I've noticed though, Robby's been putting his hand on Chad's shoulders more than I think is necessary for training purposes. What's the need for that? And, what's with all the goo goo, gaga smiles all day long; and the quiet chuckling between those two? As a crew we're usually in good spirits but there isn't all that much to chuckle about cutting meeping grass. And, there I go again with that meeping shit! If I bring any of this up to Robby it might seem petty, like I'm nitpicking and here's another thing; it's a small thing maybe, but it pisses me off seeing Chad wearing Robby's supervisor's cap all the time. Why can't he wear his own fucking hat? They can't say it's a simple mix-up because worker's hats are blue and supervisors' are orange. I'm getting all worked up about this but mostly it's because I think Robby's making a mistake handling Chad the way he is; it's alienating him from his own crew.

By the way, the great surprise I have for Robby has to do with a rare opportunity the two of us have tonight. Chubby's working the early shift, then he'll be home in the afternoon, and then he goes back in to work the late shift. This means Robby and I can do whatever comes to mind in my bedroom without fear of detection; heh heh. No opportunities to tell Robby about our good fortune during the day, but after work I finally do get him alone outside the supervisor's locker room and tell him the good news. He stares at me for a second without the excitement in his face that I expected, then he looked around like he was afraid of being overheard, and says, "Dammit! I've got a baseball game tonight, Dylan, and then there's a beer party after the game to celebrate making the playoffs. I can't do it tonight; I'm really sorry!" If I weren't almost nineteen years old I might have cried. Actually I did need to open my jaw wide, like a yawn, to focus on not babbling and I could feel my eyes getting a tiny bit damp. I managed to say, in a whiny way, "Robby, we got my bedroom all to ourselves tonight for once; and another thing, I'm going on two weeks vacation the day after tomorrow. Can't you miss one game?" He looked away, shook his head slowly, and said, "No, I can't miss one game because I have a responsibility to be there. At the beginning of the season I promised I'd be there every game and I won't let my teammates down." I squeaked out, "How about letting me down? You don't seem to mind doing that." Robby put his hand on my shoulder and all I could think about was him doing that to Chad all fucking day. He squeezed my shoulder and started to say something but was interrupted when the door to the supervisor's locker room opened and a voice said, "Rob, I thought you said you'd be right in" and then the door was wide open and there stood Chad wearing only a tight jockstrap. Ya know something, his chest isn't developed as much as I thought it was. It looked better when I peeked at it sideways through the arm slot of his sleeveless t-shirt yesterday morning. Has it only been two days that this viper's been in my life? Robby's face got red immediately, almost as red as mine. Chad's face didn't blush at all, he smirked at me in kind of a superior manner, and asked, "Newman, whassup?" I said, "Nothing's meeping up!" Then, shrugging my shoulder away from Robby's hand, I turned and walked back down the corridor towards the exit. Robby yelled a weak, "I'll talk to ya later, Dylan!"

He called my cell phone when I was on the bus. "Dylan, don't be like that! It's not what you think. I promised my dad I'd keep this quiet, but since you're getting the wrong idea I gotta explain." I'm listening to Robby without saying anything, my heart pounding 'cause I'm not sure what to expect. We're both silent as he waits to see if I'll say something, then he continues, "The Bundy brothers are the sons of an investor my dad's been partnering with for the expansion of the company. I had to pick one of them to work with; it's my dad's idea that we try incorporating assistant supervisors. If the assistants work out okay we can use fewer full time supervisors and save money for the company. It's not my idea, I'm just an employee. Chad's, well, let's say he's a challenge to work with, but for my dad I'm going to try to make it work. And, I don't know why he was wearing only a jockstrap." Pouting, I go, "You don't need to explain anything to me." He says, "Please don't pout, Dylan." Talking low so no one on the bus can hear me, I say, "I'm not pouting. Why does everyone tell me not to pout when I never pout. And, Chad is after you for something!" Robby says, "He's a bit of a suck up, but that's as far as it goes." Feeling that I've got Robby on the defensive a little, I try again, "Can't you please drop that baseball game just this one time and spend the night with me? We can..." Robby breaks in with a barely controlled, annoyed tone, "I can't, Dylan. I want to, but I can't. I'm sorry. You know I love you, but I can't let my teammates down." I say, "My cell phone battery is almost out, I got only one bar. See ya tomorrow." I clicked off without hearing his response and pout the rest of the way home. Even when I known I'm being immature, sometimes I can't stop myself.

Chubby is working from six until midnight so he'd already left for work by the time I got home. That means I'll be eating dinner alone and I hate that! Being alone gave me time to think though, and the more I thought about this Chadthing the more mysterious it became. He's in the supervisors' locker room because he's going to be an assistant supervisor, but why in the hell was he wearing only a jockstrap, and why was he calling for Robby to come inside? Robby's explanation helped a little, but it also created a new question or two. Okay, so his father wants to try out a new position and he assigns his son to experiment with it and it has to be with one of the Bundy boys because of the financial consideration of future investment capital. Alright, I can buy all that, but why didn't Robby tell me about this sooner? He must have known these boys before the interview if his father and Mr. Bundy have been business partners for some time now. Mr. and Mrs. Dickers would surely have had the Bundy family over to the pool since they're partners, wouldn't they? The boys would come too of course. Robby's never mentioned a Chad Bundy to me. You don't have secrets from your boyfriend, your best friend and your lover all wrapped-up into one person. Robby kept all of it secret and that's pissing me off! Oh, okay, maybe I have a few little secrets I'm keeping from Robby too, but I'm working on how best to handle them; I've got good intentions. Hmmm? I'm being objective about this, right?

After more contemplation I feel sure there has to be something else in this Chad situation that Robby's not telling me. And another thing, he also neglected to tell me about Joel. I found out about Joel all by myself, but Robby didn't know that. He didn't mention him until Joel was out of the picture, of course I didn't tell him about Joel either. Maybe we were protecting each other, I know I was trying to keep him out of it and I have no intention of discussing Joel's mugging with anybody, Robby included. That's the pact Chubby and I made. And then there's this deal where Robby won't even consider missing one lousy baseball game to be with me even though I'll be away for two weeks. That's not right, he should have come over here tonight. He says he loves me, but we only have sex once a week; that's if we're lucky! God dammit! Something is wrong here and Chad has something to do with it or else why would Robby have chosen Chad instead of his stronger looking brother? Robby's explanation doesn't quite pass the smell test; there's stuff he's not telling me and that's the same as lying.

I threw away the rest of my dinner, it was one of my favorites too; Boston Market meatloaf with mashed potatoes dinner, but I've lost my appetite. Why doesn't Ray call me tonight? I'm in the mood to do something wildly sexy now and since my so-called boyfriend would rather be fielding grounders at second base than be with me, I need a fuck buddy and to hell with my conscience. Hey! Here's another thing: Why didn't Robby ask me to come to the game? I'm suppose to see one game a week and I haven't seen any this week. Do ya think I might see flattop Chad there if I did show up? Oh, enough of all this speculation! I'm not waiting for Ray to call me, I'll call him. I stomped to my computer and looked up Ray's phone number and in a huff called him. Elliot answered though, and since I didn't know how to explain why I wanted to talk to Ray I just shot the breeze with Elliot for awhile. I told him I just called to say "hi" and after a couple minutes we hung up, me frustrated again. Elliot asked if I wanted to hang out with him and Jay which didn't appeal to me somehow so I made up a lie about going to the baseball game, then flopped on my bed feeling sorry for myself. Nothing works out for me. I tried to think how I could get in touch with Connor, but Chubby has our Jeep and I don't have a bike anymore; I should never have sold that thing. I'm certainly not going to walk way over the other side of Framingham just to discover Connor's not home. God, I'm so horny, and never mind that Robby and I did it last night. We've been doing quickies in his pickup about once a week and while we're doing it we have one eye looking out for the police or for some dork bumbling in on us. That's no way to have sex. It sure doesn't compare with the way Willie and I did it last summer. Then I thought back to my first fuck with Carl Denton, it was my first introduction to sex of any kind actually. Well, that's if you don't count jerking off. I can remember Carl fucking me that first time almost like it was yesterday; and me climaxing without my cock being touched by human hands, or by anything else. Carl sure provided plenty of sex for me. If Carl hadn't introduced me to gay sex would I have found it on my own by now? Maybe and maybe not. Hey! Why don't I call Carl?

That thought had me rustling around on my bed chuckling to myself, but at the same time my dick moved around in my undies. He's home from college for the summer, but is he home at his house right now? Carl was a fatty when he was fucking me, but Willie mentioned months ago that Carl's lost a lot of weight. He always was kind of good looking; well, except for the pimples and he's surely overcome those by now. I'm in this random randy mood so I'm gonna call him to just say "hi!" and see what happens. Getting off the bed with a jittery feeling in my stomach, I got his number; then dialed it before I could change my mind. His sister answered, I say, "Hello, is this Dee ?" She goes, "Yeah, who's this?" I say, "Ah, this is Dylan Newman. Is Carl there by any chance?" She's like, "I don't believe it. Are you that boy that came around all Spring during Carl's senior year? The one with the beautiful blond hair? Is that you?" I go, "No, I have dark red hair and a severely receding hairline." The phone clanks down and I hear Dee scream, "Carl! Phone!" My hearts pounding kinda fast and all of a sudden I wish I hadn't called. I thought about hanging up but what if he can retrieve the phone number of the last call, or his sister tells him my name. Then I hear Carl's deep voice and I immediately recall how pompous he can be. "This is Carl, who's calling, please?" I take a deep breath and try to sound upbeat, while at the same time I'm thinking "What a fucked-up idea this is," I say, "Hi, Carl! This is Dylan." He hesitates, and then says, in a questioning manner, "Dylan?" and I say, "Dylan Newman from back in high school. The school newspaper," my voice ran out of gas by the last word which came out as a whisper. Carl goes. "Oh yeah. What can I do for you?" I say, "Oh, nothing; I just thought I'd call and say 'hi'," thinking, "I'm such a dork!"

I hear a deep intake of air on the other end of the phone, then in a measured way, Carl says, "Oh yes, now I remember. You were quite taken with me, weren't you? Is this call about that?" What a pompous ass! Still in my phony upbeat tone, I say, "No, this call's about saying 'hi' to you, that's all." He laughs and goes, "Riiiight." Then another little laugh and he says, "Okay, will you promise not to bother me all the time if I agree to get together with you? It might be kind of fun if we hook up for a trip down memory lane, but just this one trip because I'm quite busy. Deal?" He thinks I've got this huge crush on him and that I can't get enough of Carl Denton, but he's full of crap with that. The only problem is, I am getting a semi-boner from just hearing my dominating mentor's voice so, without thinking about it, I say, "Deal." Carl is all business, "When and where?" I say, "Remember my condo? No one is here but me, so how about coming over." He says, "Yeah, I do remember that time and I'm recalling how extremely sexy you are too, but even so I need to meet some people in about two hours. If you just want a quickie though, that'll work." I say, "Sure," but without much conviction as now I'm nervous that it's going to actually happen and, he calls two hours a quickie? Carl says, "Well, let's see... I'm showered, dressed, and ready to go, so why not now. You've got condoms I assume. Okay, what the hell, I'm a spontaneous kind of dude, I'll be there in fifteen minutes." The line went dead. Condoms? I hopped up, grabbed my wallet and did a fast walk to the convenience store down the block. He said condoms, meaning plural. Two of his so called quickies, perhaps. After buying two of the most expensive condoms in the store, I got out of breath and was feeling a bit sweaty from jogging back. Wonder if I have time to take a quick shower and then as I'm approaching the condo I see Carl parking a nice looking Volvo convertible at the curb. I'm thinking, "So much for the shower," as I approach his car. He looks over at me, his eyes open wide, and he goes, "Whoa! You look even younger than I remember. Oh yeah, that's right, it was your sexy face and super fuckable ass that attracted me to you in the first place. It's all coming back to me." He's out of the car slamming the door behind him, takes two steps to me and with a hand behind my head holding it steady, he uses his other hand to wipe the sweat from my face saying, "Baby, you're all overheated. Excited about me being here, are ya?" I'm thinking, "Oh, he hasn't changed much!" as Carl wraps his arms around me, pulls me into him, and says, "Here's a little reminded of why you're hot for me," and he does a long sloppy kiss on my lips, then slips his tongue into my mouth while lifting me up until my toes are just touching the sidewalk. His cock goes hard in his pants, pressing against my belly.

Then, letting go of me he says, "Damn, you're the cutest twink I've been with in a long time. Let's get at it!" Twink? He's only a year older than me. Okay, so Carl has lost all the fat that used to be around his waist and upper body and he's kind of nice looking, but older looking than I remember and, unfortunately, still not sexy at all, even with all the fat off. But, maybe he's kinda handsome in a mature way, or am I rationalizing again? He's tall, that's for sure; at least five inches taller than me so I needed to look up doing a little nervous smile, mumbling, "Thanks!" to his compliments. He pointed his finger at the steps, I nodded that they're the right ones so he started up with me following right behind him. Going up the steps I'm looking around to see if I can spot anyone with their eyes bulging out of their head; that would be my clue that they'd seen the sloppy kiss between two guys. I saw no one. Inside the condo Carl continued being the same old Carl; holding out his hand, he demanded, "Condoms!" and when I handed them to him he says, "Larry and I fucked you in the basement, as I recall, so I'll do you in your bedroom this time. Point the way." I pointed and he led us into my bedroom. "Everything off, Dylan," he says in his off handed way. I got undressed wondering, why did I ever call him? Carl watched me undress and smiled when he saw my shaved pubes. "Still doing that, huh? Come here." I took two steps and stood in front of him. He lifted my cock in one hand and felt my nuts with the other, mumbling, "You're hung pretty good for such a skinny kid." Then, dropping my dick and balls, he puts a hand on either side of my face, asking, "How do you stay so young looking?" What can I say to that? I remember now how I always end up feeling like a little kid in Carl's presence so I probably feel even younger than he thinks I look. "I don't know," I say, to answer his question. "Looking young is a gene thing, I guess." Carl said, "Genes? Forget about that; reach inside my zipper and pull out my cock and put it in your mouth. Do it now! I want you to do everything I tell you to do and I'll observe how excited you get each step of the way. Go ahead now, pull down my zipper and take it out." He's standing there, his legs spread and he's now got his arms folded across his chest.

I'm thinking... "Oh shit! Does it need to be creepy? Can't it just be a routine buddy fuck?" Shaking my head disgustedly, I say, "No, I'm not doing that. Forget that crap; you get naked too or I'm putting my clothes back on and we can forget about it." Carl smiles knowingly and say, "Sassy boy, eh? Yeah, I remember that too. Okay, I like that!" and he pulled his shirt over his head. Average body, nothing special. He was sprouting some hair around his nipples plus a patch in the middle of his chest which is a bit of a turn off for me, but what are ya gonna do? I'm standing here naked and Carl's acquiesced to my insistence he be naked too, so I'm kinda committed to go through with it. I do feel like an idiot though. I'd romanticized Carl while forgetting about him being a pompous ass and a complete jerk. It's been more than a year and a half since the last time he fucked me so I hope I haven't romanticized that too. Maybe I've exaggerated what a hot fuck Carl is. I'm standing here watching him undress, like he did with me. Carl sees me watching and begins undressing like he's a strip tease dancer. He's assuming, I guess, that I'm a drooling fan who just can't wait to see his dick. Oh brother! I saw it soon enough and it was as I remembered. Average size, a tick over five inches with regular girth. Its enlarged head isn't regular though and it gets even bigger when he's boned up. Large sized pubic patch with a dark happy trail going up to his belly button. Without clothes I notice Carl still has larger than normal hips and rather big thighs so it was mostly his upper body that he'd shed the weight from. His body type probably runs in his family because his younger sister is big boned too. Carl even took off his socks. Large feet! He's very clean looking and there isn't any noticeable body odor which is a big improvement from his high school days.

Casually stroking himself, Carl holds out his penis and says, "You want to suck this for me, like you used to?" I shrug and say, "Okay." Getting on my knees I take his heavy headed organ from his fingers, open my mouth wide and get the head in. Big head, but like his tongue it's kind of mushy. I like firm tongues and firm cock heads. Stroking the shaft, I sucked on his cock's big head, and then move it fully into my mouth to lip some of the shaft. Carl made a hissing sound, then said, "Nice cock sucking, Dylan. You've been practicing." He probably thinks I'm a slut. He's playing with my hair for a bit and then proclaims, "You need for me to give you a haircut like I used to!" I'd forgotten that he likes cutting my hair. Taking his semi-firm cock out of my mouth, holding it away from my face, I look up and reply, "No thanks, but you do cut hair pretty good." I don't remember if he did or not, but I like Chubby cutting my hair. Carl has an annoyed expression on his face; irritated now, he motions with his hand for me to put his dick back in my mouth, which I did. He sputters, "I'll cut it if I choose to, don't be so flippant! Hey, can't you properly appreciate all I did for you back then? All I went through to help you and mentor you and get you that senior editor's position on the school paper. Mentoring you about how you should act in high school and getting you started with homosexual activities which you obviously adore, and you're good at them as well. Do you ever think, 'Thank you Carl, thank you for all the hours you spent helping me see my true nature.' Well, do you?" The truth is he did get me started, he was my mentor in all sex matters and I am grateful. I rolled my eyes to the top of their sockets to look him in the eyes as I shook my head "yes" agreeing that he'd started me out on the highway of gay sex pleasures and that I am grateful. But, when was I flippant?

Having Carl remind me about his mentoring, and him acknowledging his role in my sex education made me feel better about doing this; about calling him, and sucking his cock and all. He did do a hell of a lot for me so I increased my sucking efforts to prove I appreciated all he's done in the past. Of course, at the same time, I know very well he enjoyed the sex we had together too; it was initially his idea, not mine. His cock was boning up nicely now, and so was mine. Then, impulsively, he backed away from me saying, "Get a comb and some scissors, you need a trim!" Okay, a power play on his part. I say, "I just had a haircut a couple weeks ago, Carl." He goes, "Get the scissors and comb. I like my boys neat!" Oh fuck! I got scissors from my desk and a comb from the bathroom. He sat me at my desk chair and gave me a haircut telling how he cuts everyone's hair in his fraternity. It didn't take too long, he cuts hair very fast making me nervous at how it'll turn out, but he did a good job. It wasn't at all like the style of haircut I prefer, but it was cut professionally. He cut it so I need to wear a part on the side which I don't like and it was cut quite short at the sides and back, but haircut styles aren't a high priority to me so it's no big deal. Hair grows fast. He's wiping hairs off my bare shoulders with a towel saying, "Ahh, that looks good on you. You look like you're just a kid anyway, so I like this boy's regular haircut style on you. Your hair is fantastic, by the way." With me still sitting silently in the chair, he twist my head around and does the sloppy kiss again, this time reaching to my crotch and squeezing my dick as his tongue laps around inside my mouth. I admit my dick started getting firmed up again; after all I am susceptible to dominant behavior and Carl's certainly capable of that. Feeling my dick firming up, Carl pulls away from my mouth, his face red and his eyes big, he asks, "You like that, sweetie? Getting aroused, are you?" He's smiling as I nod, what the hell else am I supposed to do? He does another minute of French kissing while squeezing under my thigh, then pulls his head away breathing deeply, and says, "Okay, that's for sitting patiently during your haircut, now get on your knees again and get back to doing what you love doing." I'm thinking, "What a dork!"

I slide off the chair and, kneeling in my own hair clippings, pick up Carl's firm cock and put it back in my mouth. Actually, he's right; cock sucking does turn me on, I do love doing it. Carl's dick had quickly gotten firm when he was kissing me, and maybe even the haircutting had something to do with that too; maybe he's like Dodger with a haircut fetish. Anyway, the more I sucked his dick the firmer it got, and then all of a sudden it was like a switch was turned on and his cock swelled in my mouth expanding all over, especially the head. He's rubbing his fingers up the back of my neck where he cut the hairs really short saying, "Suck my cock, girl; get it all in your cute mouth and enjoy yourself." I'm wondering what sleazy porn video he's taking his dialogue from, but as I'm mocking him in my head I realize I'm stroking my own hard boner too, so seeing me all boned-up might have been part of the inspiration for his own big boner. After another minute he goes, "Jesus! You really suck cock good! Let up on it now though or I'll blow my load in your mouth and I want to do it while fucking your hot pussy." He was pushing my head away and backing up as he said that. His cock was too top heavy to stick straight out, but it was plenty hard. "You must be bringing a smile to the lips of all your suck buddies." He's acting like he's proud of his protege now.

Picking up his pants and rustling in the pockets he came up with the two condom wrappers, puts one on my bureau and rips the other one open, saying, "Ya better get a towel to lay on or else you'll be cumming on your bedspread. I'm going to fuck you like I used to do it in my bedroom. Hey, remember the time Larry and I fucked you and Worthington, switching off, one pussy to the other. We fucked you skinny cunts until you were both reduced to little girls begging for more?" He was laughing as he rolled the condom onto his boner. I know that particular time he's referring to very well; Willie and I did get pretty excited 'cause it was hot. We were right next to each other, our chest laying on the side of Carl's bed with our asses straining to get way up in the air. We held hands as Larry and Carl fucked us, alternating pussies, like he said. They fuck hard. Larry is Carl's cousin and both of them call boy's assholes either boy pussy or just plain pussy. So does my first boyfriend Willie, and I don't imagine any of them has changed in that regard. I got a towel and laid it on the edge of the mattress then bent over to lay my chest on the mattress, my chin resting on my forearms with my ass up in the air ready to get fucked. By now I'm kind of excited to relive old times and I'm still mad at Robby; so, this will show him!

"Get your pussy up, Dylan." Smack! Smack! went the palm of his big hand on my buttocks. "Keep it up! I'm tall ya know." I stretched my ass up further, smiling through the stinging; nothing's changed with Carl. He put a strong grip on each of my ass cheeks, a thumb at either side of my anus pulling the cheeks away from it, stretching my hole sideways. He poked his boner at my crack three times before the head hit right on my hole. The head of Carl's cock takes the prize for size, it noticeably fatter than Robby's, for instance, and the head portion is even bigger than Ray's. Pushing, pushing, pushing; a little more pressure with each push until, "Ahhhh! Oh! Ow!" as it popped inside my body stretching my sphincter muscle painfully. "You okay?" he asks. I nod my head that I am and Carl pushes in steadily with me grunting quietly, the condom had good lubrication on it which is a big help. "Keep your pussy up!" followed by a hard slap on the outside of my left butt. I got my ass up again, my back curving with the effort, and then I felt the tips of his bush tickling my buttocks, he continued pushing his boner further up inside me until his bush flattened between his crotch and my ass. "How's that feel, faggot?" Oh, that's right; he's not only into the "sweetie & honey" references, he's also another dirty talker like Ray is with his bitch references. I nod my head that I'm okay while concentrating on relaxing my ass muscles. They're coming around pretty quickly too, adjusting nicely to this fat headed cock. It hurt, but I like having a hard cock up my ass so I patiently waited for the pleasure phase of this endeavor.

Carl leaned firmly against me with his cock way up inside me, "Let me know when it feels good, okay?" Carl's considerate at least. I was feeling very, very filled up back there; filled to the maximum for sure, but soon it started feeling okay, so I told Carl. Without a word he withdrew most of the way out and then slid that big baby way back up inside me and it was mighty tight and a little painful still, but it went up smoothly. Without waiting this time, he withdrew that fat thing again and my hole was beginning to feel better. Him pushing his cock back up this time gave me mostly a good feeling, the hurt was gone and instead I felt a hot sensation in my rectum that had my shoulders shuddering and a shiver running wildly around my ass. And, I've just remembered something else; Carl's cock fits my asshole almost perfectly in that his big cock head rolls over my prostate stimulating it so nicely on the way up my tunnel and then coming back down too. The way that big cock head slopes out at the bottom, a true mushroom head if I've ever seen one. Carl saw my shoulders shake and my body relax so he grabbed both my hips and started fucking me fast and hard, the same way he used to do it. That had me going, "Ah!" with every pass that fat-headed cock made rubbing against my prostate. Most of the stimulation came from the extended neck at the bottom of the hard head; nothing mushy about the head of that fat cock now. Oh man, the prostate massaging was something special, it's happening every two seconds, thirty times a minute. I go up on my toes rubbing my nose against my wrist, suppressing sounds of ecstasy. With each quick thrust up my ass the heavily lubed condom was being stripped of its lube, my body's heat liquefying it and the stuff then drooled down the insides of my thighs. My cock was a hard boner between the towel and my belly, dripping precum, but I couldn't get my hand under me to stroke it like I wanted to because Carl's big hips and thighs kept me plastered to the mattress. He was breathing hard from the effort of pounding my ass, my prostate button continually massaged on a fast, regular schedule and I was dizzy with the awesome sensations. Soon I felt my balls moving up in my scrotum, getting tighter and tighter and feeling sexier and sexier. Unable to be quiet I began almost incoherent mumbling, "Oh yeah, fuck my ass Carl, fuck me! You fuck good. Ah! Oh!" He smacks my butt three times, going, "Shut up, bitch! You're ruining it for me!" I again tried to suppress my expressions of pleasure but it's difficult 'cause I'm getting closer and closer to blowing my cookies. Now he starts talking sexy, "You like my cock up your pussy, don't ya? Is it too big for ya or do you want more?" and he's pressing the palms of his hands at the top of my buttocks with a lot of weight behind them which compresses my hole and intensifies the sensation of his cock moving up and down my rectum; four penetrations and that was it, cum just poured from my dick. I screeched into the mattress and pushed my ass up and back toward Carl as much as I could, up on my toes, with him pressing down even harder. Another stream of cum passed through my cock head feeling so awesome I blew spit into the mattress thrashing around under Carl's weight. That was it for spunk, but all around my groin electricity was buzzing like a million tiny toothpicks prickling me all at once while another million sensations sizzled around the head of my dick.

Carl was now grasping my shoulders with both hands pulling me back into his crotch as he drove his boner up my ass. "How's that feel bitch. You cum a lot, didn't ya? Did Carl fuck you hot? Is it hot enough for ya?" I grunted, "Fuck me harder!" and he did. After about five more minutes my balls moved in their sack and my cock firmed up again. Every thrust up my ass pushed me forward, my chest and belly sliding in my own cum. My rectum was alive with fabulous sensation, its awesome being fucked hard by someone who knows what they're doing. Then it was his time: Carl couldn't postpone his climax any longer, he stopped for a second grunting quietly, then did three quick thrust up my ass making a short shrill sound with each, pulling on my shoulders so wildly I slid off the bed onto my knees, his cock came out of me as he was climaxing and I actually saw the end of that condom expand as his spunk filled it up. Good thing he was wearing a condom or I'd have his cum all over me. He pulled the loaded condom off and dropped it on the floors, "Splat!" then stroking that fat headed boner of his two or three times making a "Shhhhhhhh!" sound through his closed lips. I stared at his stiff boner all slick with cum, it's angry looking swollen mushroom head a dark rosy color. The entire head appeared to be vibrating, the pee slit opening and closing pushing out drools of pure white creamy cum that he smeared down the shaft. I feel my asshole's lips contracting and opening wanting that cock back up inside me so I put both my hands back there closing my cheeks over my anus as Carl grabbed roughly behind my head with his left hand, pulling me toward his cock. He stroked another big drool of creamy cum from the slit and I licked it off his dick before Carl pulled my head into his belly and that big mushroom head was at the back of my throat gagging me. I licked and sucked more creamy white cum down my throat as Carl's muttering, "Suck it bitch!" He's pulling at my hair roughly, then he swatted the back of my head the way Ray did. Breathless now, he's absently mumbling, "Swallow my spunk, cunt!" but not with any meanness in his tone, he probably always says the same thing... he just thinks that's what he's supposed to say. I sucked his cock until his balls were dry and then Carl pulled my hair upward so I stood up awkwardly and he first did this big bear hug, then stuck his tongue in my ear and dragged his tongue around to put it in my mouth again. The texture of his tongue isn't too cool as I mentioned. It's almost mushy; too big and too mushy. I wasn't kissing back, but that didn't discourage Carl, he went into full make-out mode holding me against him, goosing my ass and rubbing my back. With his wet lips against the side of my mouth he says, "Happy you called, aren't you? I'll bet you're gonna be dreaming about be handled by a man, not some cutie twink." He stuck his tongue right back in my mouth then as both his hands are groping my bare ass, then a finger slipped up my hole and he finger fucked me which eventually caused my dick to firm up again.

It was overwhelming the way he devoured me. It went on for a few minutes and while it wasn't a romantic thing in the least, I remembered the hot fuck I'd just had so didn't discourage Carl from doing what he wanted to do. Anyway, he's overpowering and very dominant so there isn't much I can do except let him have his way. And, he's caused me to spring another boner so it's not like I want to throw up or anything. He finally ran out of gas and let me go. "Whoa! How hot was that for you, honey? Anyone you know make out that hot? How'd it feel to be fucked by my fat-headed warrior again? Huh? Was it as good as you remembered?" Carl was very pleased with himself and, like I said, it had been a damn good fuck so I told him that it was just like I remembered. I didn't add anything about the bad parts of his act being just as bad as I remember too. I'm referring to his dorky attitude and his flabby tongue and the haircut... those sorts of things.

"Do ya got a beer or something? I need to chill for awhile before doing the curtain call." I'm thinking, "curtain call"? Jeez, he's up for doing it again? I was under the impression he had to go someplace tonight. I pulled my shorts on and got two of my mom's Beck's beers from the refrigerator, then back in my bedroom I handed Carl a beer and asked, "Don't you need to do something later tonight? I mean, you can stay longer?" He was still naked, laying full length on my bed with his feet hanging over at the bottom, his head on my pillow. He lifts his head up to turn on his side, gets up on his elbow with his head resting in his big hand, then drains half the bottle of beer, burps, and says, "Yep, I can stay awhile, but I gotta leave in forty-five minutes at the latest. Don't worry, we got plenty of time for your second fuck. Were you worried I might give you a wham, bam, thank you ma' am?" He's such a jerk! I say, "Why do you need to refer to me as if I'm a girl, like bitch' or ma' am' or `sweetie'?" He chuckles, swills most of the rest of the beer down and says, "You're getting fucked, aren't you? Guys don't get fucked, girls get fucked." I haven't even sipped my beer yet and I don't really want it anyway so when Carl held out his empty bottle to me and motioned with his other hand that he wanted mine too, I gave it to him. He says, "See, I fuck you and you bring me beers. Now, does it sound like you're doing what a guy does, or what a girl does?" I take a deep breath stepping out of my shorts shaking my head mumbling, "Whatever!" He chuckled, drank the second beer and told me to get on the bed with him.

The thing is, now I'm sexually satisfied and I basically just want him to leave, but I'm not rude so I get on the bed and he puts down the mostly empty beer bottle, and then devours me all over again. He's kissing and licking and sucking and fondling me. For a while I kept my eyes closed pretending it was Robby doing it until it began to feel good. I knew it was Carl devouring me, but it's kind of special to be so desired by another boy; plus, Carl knows what he's doing and so even though I know it's him, I soon have a hard boner poking out from my shaved stomach. When he was also rock hard he sent me over to get the other condom and then fucked me for about twenty minutes before climaxing again. He fucked me on my back, on my side, and on my belly and he was forceful about changing positions too; totally dominant. Carl knows how to fuck as well as anyone I've ever run into and, as a result, my second climax happened well before his. It was when I was on my side with Carl behind me, on his side too. He got into a rhythm of steady thrusts with his arms wrapped around me, my arms trapped inside his, my top leg raised and his hip action firing that steel cock of his up my ass like a piston. I thought I'd pass out at how good it felt and then the cum rolled up from my nuts unexpectedly; once again it came on me so fast. I was loving the sensations in my hole, kind of swooning while mumbling under my breath, when the climax came on in a rush, cum squirting out from my boner on its own. Oh my god, I think it was the length of the fuck that had me squealing in ecstasy during the big cum shot. Carl felt a spray on his wrists from my cum explosion and mumbled, "Feel good, did it, bitch? How 'bout this?" and he picked up the speed. I was like a rag doll in his arms, my hips flopping forward loosely every time he slammed his cock up inside me. He finally climaxed and rested a bit, then pulled out saying. "You got one fine pussy on ya, Dylan! Hey, would you mind if I take a five minute shower?" He's stripping his condom off as he asked that. I go, "No, of course not. There are clean towels under the vanity." He dropped the soggy condom in my trash basket mumbling, "Thanks!" Then, just like that, he casually walked into my bathroom and took a shower as I lay there dealing with the oddness of this sexual encounter. Where did I ever come up with this idea, and how did I ever have the nerve to follow through with it?

As I came down from the sexual high I began a journey of doubt and second guessing. First that crazy buddy-sex with Ray Ellis a while back and now this trip down memory lane with Carl Denton. This thing with Carl seems particularly weird because I totally initiated it on my own. The Ray thing was mostly Ray's idea, with me offering very little resistance of course. Before I could make sense of anything, Carl came out of the bathroom clean and dry wearing his boxer shorts. He got dressed the rest of the way, saying, "This was an unexpected good time. You know what, you can call me again before I go back to school, but I'm still going to need to limit you to just the one more call until say Thanksgiving break, then give me a call and I'll see what's happening at that point. Maybe we can get together then too, okay? But, do not bombard me with phone calls like you did near the end of my senior school year." He's very off-hand about it and more or less full of shit about me bombarding him with phone calls, but basically, by this time, I've had enough of Carl to last another year and a half and I just want him to leave. So, still laying there on my bed, I say a bored, "Sure, Carl, thanks for coming over." He's dressed and checking his pockets for something, maybe he wants to pay me, or more likely, he's checking to see that I didn't steal anything from him. Everything is apparently as it should be because he waves and says, "Don't get up, I'll see myself out." I wave half heartedly, wait a few seconds until I hear the door open, then close; then I get under the covers thinking, "He didn't ask me anything about myself. Nothing about what college I'm going to, nothing about nothing!" I feel a little bit empty and a little bit cheap. Why'd I do this? Is it because I'm mad at Robby, or jealous of Chad, or both? Then I began doing what I always do: I rationalize. It goes like this: I'm used to regular sex with my boyfriend, at least I was when Willie was my boyfriend, so what do you expect me to do when I'm not getting it? And, sure, Willie had Andy on the side too but he kept me totally happy and we even had a three-some: Andy, Willie, and me. So it's simple, I need more sex than I'm getting; hell, I need more sex than most people are getting, but it is what it is. Obviously Robby doesn't rank me as high on his priority list as Willie did. There's other things that interest Robby more than me, like his new position at work and his baseball teammates. For all I know, Chad ranks higher than me too. Trouble is, I love Robby so I guess I'm gonna have to accept being third or fourth in his rankings.

Getting up I gather the used condoms and go into the bathroom to flush them down the toilet. Then getting the Lysol cleaner out, I lazily scrub out the shower. Not that Carl's dirty or anything, I just don't want any lingering parts of him here, that's all. As I'm scrubbing the tub part of the shower I'm wondering why both Carl and Ray seem to think they're doing me a favor by letting me suck their cock and then them fucking me; why is that? What is it about me that makes guys get the wrong impression like that? I mean, it's mutual pleasure, right? After rinsing out the tub and coming up with no logical explanation to my query, I went back to the bedroom to sweep up my hair clippings and change the sheets on my bed. While doing that, a recent recurring conundrum pops up in my head: "What's the deal with Chad? I mean, not to beat a dead horse, but what the meep was he doing wearing a meeping jockstrap and meeping asking when was Robby coming in?" Oh man! This has got me all messed up in the head. I'm staying in my condo for the rest of the night 'cause I don't feel like socializing, and anyway I don't have a ride, which isn't fair; I hardly ever get to use our Jeep. I guess I'm not as high on Chubby's priority list as I used to be either. Wandering aimlessly around the condo doing this or that while totally in a state of nakedness I realize my asshole hurts. Those two long fucks have me walking slightly bowlegged too, but at the same time there's this relaxed feeling about me, the way I feel when I'm totally sexually satisfied. But this wandering around the condo naked is nuts! I hobbled into the bathroom and took a long shower cleaning my ass and legs carefully. After that I let the water rinse out the tub, then plugged the drain to let hot water accumulate for me to soak my ass in. It felt good and I stayed there until the water turned cool, then dried myself and put on old, soft, shorty pajamas, feeling all snugly and kind of content.

My ass was still sore, but at least I wasn't walking bowlegged anymore. I made a peanut butter sandwich to take with me to my room. Recently one of my favorite web sites has been resurrected and I went online to ogle some pics and read the latest chapter of a hot erotic gay story. The site, by the way, is boys4boys.org. It used to have a " uk " at the end of the address, but no more. There's some awesome stories on the site written by this older dude in his mid-twenties. I ate the sandwich and checked out that site for an hour, then watched the last of the Red Sox game in the finished basement. Chubby's working until midnight and I can't stay up that late, I've got to work tomorrow, so I went to bed. The last things I thought about before dozing off were how hot the fuck was that Carl laid on my pussy and how much I wish it had been Robby fucking me... then I thought about Wildwood. I need to re-bond with Chubby, my tightest friend on the planet. When Chubby and I are really tight, the rest of the things in my life seem more manageable. I decided not to think about Carl anymore because, overall, I shouldn't have done that with him and I need to push the whole incident way back in my mind and never tell a soul about it... pretend it was just a fantasy like I used to have way back when. Ha ha, if it was a fantasy, it sure was a hot one! Too hot maybe, and I say that because I might take Carl up on his offer to do it with him again sometime, although I'd like to think I won't.

Friday morning I'm standing on the blacktop before work, my ass is still slightly sore, although nothing serious. My fingers are absently feeling the prickly short hairs at the nap of my neck as I stare at Chad's flattop and getting irrationally pissed off all over again. It's like; who would get a flattop just to suck in with their boss? I mean, what a dork! God only knows how long he's worn his hair in that nineteen-seventies Beatles style that I saw him with Wednesday. It looked stupid of course, but to go from that to a flattop is even stupider. Oh, what the hell! I don't really care one way or the other, but come on; how obvious can you get? And sure, I remembered Willie started this flattop nonsense at the beginning of last summer by getting his long hair cut to a flattop just because I had short hair. It seemed goofy he'd do that, but sweet too. He wanted to make an impression on me which is nothing like this ridiculous situation where Chad's obviously sucking-up to Robby by emulating him. I wonder what Robby thinks about all this? Uh oh, here comes Chad now. I pull my hat down lower on my forehead the way Robby wears his baseball cap and light a cigarette looking away only to hear, "Hiya Newman, whassup?" Well, at least he's trying to be one of the guys, and he is gonna be sorta my boss, so I say, "Not much, how ya doing this morning, Chad ?" He mumbles, "Oh, okay." Then he brightens, asking enthusiastically, "Hey, you know our supervisor pretty well, right? Don't you think he's so, I don't know... so cool?" Future boss or not, this is too much! I say, too quickly, "Jeez, Chad, sounds like you got a crush on him or something. Is that it? You're not gay are ya? Heh heh." He looks surprised and says, "Yeah, I am. Didn't you know that? I thought they would have let the guys on the crew know. I've been openly gay for three years now." He said it all with a straight face, but I still gotta wonder, "Is he jerking me around?" His directness caught me off guard and maybe my expression is wrong or something 'cause Chad says, "Oh, don't tell me you're one of those haters, Dylan; you didn't seem like one." I'm groping for words, "Hater? Whaddya mean?" He goes, "I mean a homophobe. Do you have a problem with gay guys?" This has got me on the defensive because I'm not sure if he's serious. Is he actually gay and completely upfront about it or making an ass out of me because I jokingly accused him of being gay? Other than Willie and Jay, all the gay boys I know are in the closet so I'm not sure how to react to someone coming right out with it like this.

Chad's waiting for my response with a blank expression. I'll keep it simple, "No. I've no problem with gays. I don't know any, but I've got no problem with you or anyone else being gay." He's nodding like he wants to hear more, so I add, "You asked about Rob; I'm sure he's straight, if that's what you're wondering." Chad, waving at my exhaled cigarette smoke; then chuckling, says, "I wasn't asking about that. I already know about Rob, he's not...." His sentence cuts off when we hear the signal to load the trucks and then Robby shouting, "Let's get moving guys!" Chad and I hustle over to the trucks and my last workday before Wildwood begins. On the ride to our first job site I'm thinking about Chad's comments and conclude there's nothing necessarily going on between him and Robby; not that I thought there was in the first place. Chad was in the supervisor's locker room because he's training to be an assistant supervisor. That's simple enough. Well, it explains why he was there, but I still don't get why Mr. Dickers thinks it's a good idea to train a brand new kid to be the boss over experienced landscape workers. And then I told myself to get real; it's not my concern, none of my business.

The morning went by quickly and then at lunch Robby had a short meeting laying out the company's plan to experiment with assistant supervisors and explained that Chad's the first one, the guinea pig. Robby told everyone what he'd basically told be yesterday and I have to wonder if he did it now because he'd leaked it to me. Then I learned something new: the new assistant supervisor position is a full-time, year round one. That's why none of the summer part-timers were considered. In the winter months Chad will be learning the design side of the business as well as supervising the snow plowing crews and blah, blah, blah... I stopped listening. That full time job thing explains the mystery piece of the puzzle; i.e. why Chad, and not one of us? He's going to be a full-time employee and his father's investing money for expansion of the company. Its nepotism, I get it. The guys on the crew nodded at one another that they get it too and then it was basically back to work 'cause, in the end, none of us cared that much about it. We didn't care about it, that is, until Chad began exercising his new authority. I had to bite my tongue not to snap at him when he said, "Dylan, I need you to help out with the raking and bagging. I'll work your leaf blower; get moving."

I'm glad I'm going on vacation! After the vacation I'll have almost a month left on the job which will be a tough month because taking orders from Chad isn't fun. Also, the raking and bagging job that Chad sent me to do are rookie's jobs; I've been on the job two meeping years so I'm no rookie. I did what he told me while trying to catch Robby's eye so he'd see what Chad assigned me to; it's humiliating. At one point I caught a glimpse Chad on the other side of the yard blowing clippings all over the place which made me smile, but what made me laugh out loud is the look on his face. Those machines are loud and he didn't know enough to wear noise suppressing earmuffs. When I was just about through loading the last bag of grass clippings I finally see Robby who calls over to me, "Dylan, when you finish that, help Dino with the clipping for the other truck!" Well I'll be a son-of-a-bitch! He knew I was assigned to do this grunt work all along, and he's fine with it! Fuck this! I might not even come back to work after Wildwood. I don't need the money and since Chad showed up I don't see much of Robby anyway and when I do he doesn't seem all that interested in me. I gave Robby a nasty look which he probably thinks is me pouting, but it's actually me pissed-off! Robby frowned at me, like he couldn't imagine why I'd look at him that way. I stalked off to help little Dino with the clippings. Fuck it, I'm definitely not coming back after vacation!

I didn't talk to Robby after that and I sat in the truck bed with the other rookies on the way back to the facility; Chad sat shotgun beside Robby. I stared through the rear window at the two of them as they chatted up a storm all the way back. After unloading the mowers, bags of clippings, and all the other equipment I changed my clothes, slamming things as I did it, then left without helping change the oil or saying goodbye to Robby. I was on the bus, almost home, when Robby called my cell; I saw his name on the caller ID but ignored it. I was fuming and didn't calm down until I was laying on my bed in my condo listening to music on The River, 92.5 on your FM dial. Finally, feeling a little embarrassed at my childish behavior, I began to think more clearly. Maybe there's an explanation why I've been demoted; or it could be a temporary thing. I don't really know because I never gave anyone a chance to explain it. Oh the hell with it! I don't feel like being rational and don't really care what the explanation is. The indisputable point is that Robby's on Chad 's side, so screw it! I suppose Robby will be at the movies tonight so I'm not going, it would be too awkward. Chubby's of course taking Mary Jo so I'll just stay here and get my clothes and stuff together that I'm taking on vacation. I'll chill tonight.

Chubby gets home from work almost two hours after I do so I had plenty of time to calm down and was in a half decent mood when he walked in. We had pizza for dinner and as we ate it Chubby excitedly talked about our vacation in Wildwood which picked-up my spirits. As we cleaned the dishes he says, "Dylan, you use the Jeep tonight. I'll call Marty to pick me up and we'll double date. You're getting screwed out of your fair share of our car and I feel terrible about that. I'm gonna try to do better. Okay, bro?" I'm thinking, "Who the hell's Marty?" but say, "It's about time!" He makes a face at me and I add, "I'm only kidding, Chubby. I'm cool with our arrangement; you need the Jeep for work." He grinned, saying, "You're a push over and I love ya for that, Dylan!" He squeezed my hand then went up to his place to shower and get ready for his date. Boy oh boy, I love Chubby and can't help thinking about our days way back when and yearn for the old times a little bit too. Back when it was just the two of us hooking up together for everything. Before Robby, before Willie, before we got jobs, before Carl Denton, before everybody; Chubby and me were the two musketeers doing virtually everything together including that gay oriented stuff that Chubby rationalized away. It was okay for us to do that stuff because we're in special circumstances, he'd explain; our moms work as waitresses from four in the afternoon till midnight so Chubby and me raised each other and, according to him, we're entitled to be unique. Ah, the good old days! I lay on the living room sofa switching my daydreaming from the old days to our vacation coming up tomorrow and how Chubby and me will be sharing a double bed for two whole weeks; it's gonna be so cool!

Yeah, that's cool but right now I'm bored. Hey, I have the Jeep at my disposal so why not drive over to Connor's? I took a shower and was outside walking down the steps as a car pulled away with a boy and girl in the front, and Chubby in the back. Chubby waved and I waved back; he's on his way to pick-up Mary Jo I guess. She better get her fill of him tonight because he's mine for the next two weeks. I drove over to Connor's dumpy apartment complex, parked at the curb and walked down to the main entrance. Of course it's shouldn't be unlocked but it is, the lock's broken, so I go in the front door and take the steps two-at-a-time up to his floor. Knocked twice, but he's not here. Another of my ideas bombs out! Back outside I'm approaching the Jeep looking down as I'm walking to navigate the crumbled cement walk. Then, glancing up, I see two tough looking boys sitting on the Jeep's left front fender smoking and watching me coming toward the car. Fuck! They have tough-guy expressions on their over-confident faces. My heart beat picks up as I stare at them and they stare right back at me. They appear to be muscular sixteen or seventeen year olds. Not cute guys at all, mean and scruffy looking; definitely trouble. I form a plan as I walk, now averting my eyes away from them. Almost at the car I used the remote key to unlock the door, take the last two steps fast and opened the door without looking at the two boys. Always try for surprise is my motto; getting in the car without even acknowledging them was something they hadn't expected. As I'm slamming the driver's door shut the one with a tattoo of a snake on his neck said, "Hey, asshole! What the fuck ya think you're doing?" Ignoring him, I started the car, put it in reverse and burned rubber backwards spilling both thugs off the car and into the street. I continued backing up all the way to the end of the block leaving smoke behind from the tires, then did a u-turn and was gone, burning more rubber. The last I saw of them, one kid had a hand at the back of his head while trying to help his wobbly partner up with his other hand. So much for their tough guy act. Two blocks away I made myself slow down and drive the speed limit wondering how Connor survives this neighborhood day in and day out. My heart was pounding; two against one doesn't usually work out to be in the one's favor. The intimidation factor of brazenly sitting on my car was supposed to give them the upper hand and if I did almost anything else but what I did, it would have worked. They wanted to taunt and intimidate me a little, push me around some, then get me to give them money for watching my car, or make me drive them around all night like their chauffeur, or some off the wall shit like that. Oh well, I lit a cigarette congratulating myself and drove over to Ray Ellis' house. I tried calling him on my cell phone right outside his house but the one bar on my cell phone was now no bars and I didn't want to knock on the door thinking Elliot might answer.

Driving to the Dairy Queen in Natick I parked, saw a few kids I know and said "hi" to them, but didn't want to hang out with them. Instead I bought a small vanilla cone and left to drive around some more while I licked it down to the cone, then ate the cone too. Yum! After some aimless driving I found myself in Robby's side of town; he's at either the regular Friday night movies or one of his baseball games, but maybe Dodger's home. I'm not feeling horny; Carl took care of that last night. Actually, I'm feeling out of sorts as a result of the last few bizarro days at work. And, ya know, if I stay away from the pool I should be safe around Dodger. At the moment I could use a hot shit like Dodger making me smile or telling me I'm cool, like he's always doing. I'm feeling blue and alone, that's no way to start a vacation. I pull up to the Dickers house and right away see Dodger's pickup in the driveway along side his parents' car. Hmmm, they usually park their cars in the garage. Ringing the front bell gets no response which doesn't make any sense unless Mr. and Mrs. Dickers went with Robby; or perhaps Robby got a ride with someone and his parents are using his pickup. Since I haven't talked with him much the last few days I basically don't know what's up with the Dickers family. Just for the hell of it I walk around back to the pool area and found an empty back yard. Dodger's gotta be around here somewhere unless he went with Robby or his parents. Dusk is settling in and that, plus the dead quiet and the isolation factor, makes it's eerie as hell back here.

Looking around, trying to figure out where everyone could be, I all of a sudden get like this sixth sense that urges me to check the pool. Now I've got a scary feeling in the pit of my stomach and I don't know why. I hesitantly approach the pool; I'm holding my breath and praying I find nothing in the pool that shouldn't be there. One last step and I peer into the water and there's definitely something on the bottom, but then a cloud passes and I see it's just a shadow of the big oak tree in the neighbor's yard. A second look confirms that thankfully there are no dead bodies at the bottom of the pool; it's completely empty except for water and an empty plastic Coke bottle floating near the diving board. Hearing a muffled sound I snap my head around, but see nothing. Where the hell is everyone? Turning away from the pool I think I see movement in an upstairs window which would be Mr. and Mrs. Dickers' bedroom, I think; but why wouldn't they answer the door if they're home? Straining my eyes, staring at the window, I'm startled and jump making a "Yipes!" sound at the sound of a car door slamming way down the street. Then someone from down there is yelling something I can't make out, then some hysterical laughter. This is too fucking weird! I'm getting the creeps so I'm just gonna get my ass out of here. Using the gate on the other side of the yard, I'll leave through the driveway. At the gate I again hear that muffled sound, quiet and almost otherworldly. I'm spooking myself again. The gate silently opens and then I definitely hear something to my left. Is it from inside the garage? There's no lights on in there. I'm not sure, but it sounded like a quiet moan or groan.

Closing the gate I get the sudden urge to run down the driveway and get away safe and sound, but what if someone's hurt? Checking the driveway first and seeing no one, I slowly walk toward the side of the freestanding three car garage and as I get closer I definitely see movement through the dirty side window. Then, getting even closer, I can make out Dodger and Vinnie, both naked... oh boy! I go up closer and see Dodger from his chest to his head, he's bent over at the waist, one hand on his knee for support, his other hand is pulling on his cock if the motion of his arm is any indication. His head is back a little to accommodate Vinnie's nice sized cock which is fully inside Dodger's mouth. Vinnie's got both hands behind Dodger's head pulling Dodger's face onto his boner and into Vinnie's belly and pubic hairs. I can actually see the bulge Vinnie's cock makes as it swells out Dodger's esophagus. Dodger's nose and mouth are completely hidden in Vinnie's pubes when the boner is fully down his throat; the head's almost to his Adam's apple. Vinnie leaves his boner there humping his hips slightly for a couple of beats, and then back up comes that hard cock until the swollen head is laying on Dodger's tongue so he can suck and lap it, then the slippery shiny cock is pushed back down the throat again and it all gets repeated. Jesus! These two are hot! After doing that a half dozen times Vinnie pulls his saliva drenched boner all the way out, says something I can't hear making Dodger nod, then Vinnie turns around bending over, reaches behind himself with both hands and spreads his buttocks while backing his asshole into Dodger's face. Dodger buries his nose in Vinnie's ass crack and laps Vinnie's asshole like a kitten lapping milk. Wicked fast little licks until spit is dripping off Vinnie's ass and Dodger gets his tongue inside the anus. I start groping myself and breathing hard. The rimming lasts two minutes and then it's back to deep throating again. Dodger's body is rocking back and forth oddly so I step to my left getting a better view past the window shutter and a gasp escapes my throat. I'm momentarily in total shock! I truly can't believe my eyes. How could...? It's a three-way in there and while I can't believe my eyes about the third party, I can't take my eyes off him either. I'll be goddamned! My ears are popping and I'm gulping in oxygen trying to tell myself I'm not seeing what I'm seeing.

Who would surprise me more? Jake Rollins, I guess would; or maybe Elliot or Jay, but no one else. Chad wouldn't really surprise me because Dodger and Robby must know the Bundy boys if their parents are business partners and, of course, Chad came right out and told me he's gay. I wish it was Chad. My hand is inside the front of my cargo shorts now absently massaging my cock; I'm in a daze but I resign myself that I'm seeing what I'm seeing. Watching in fascination at this unbelievably hot three-some I waste a second hoping I'm dreaming, but know immediately that I'm not. If the third boy were Connor or even Ray it wouldn't surprise me anymore than it does seeing Robby with his four inch plug humping his brother's ass. He's been pretending all these months that he's oblivious to Dodger's gayness; what a fraud! Actually, Dodger's never indicated to me he knew about Robby being gay either, until recently, when he inadvertently said to me in the pool, "What, is Robby the only one who can fuck you now?" All this time I thought it was Robby who was in the dark about the gay boys and it's been me who's in the dark; not about the gay boys, about Robby and Dodger knowing everything. I feel like such a loser. Everyone's playing me for the fool; even young Vinnie knew that Robby knew about him and Dodger. It's not the fact that they're fucking and sucking each other that bothers me... it's their deceit!

Standing here like a voyeur I'm feeling hopelessly beat-up, drained and taken advantage of. It hurts to be the one on the outside, the one being made fun of by the others. I feel like a sucker, like I'm the laughing stock because I kept their secrets when there weren't any secrets to keep. Still, I can't make myself look away. The three boys are synchronized now: Robby deliberately pushes his cock all the way up Dodger's ass while Vinnie pushes his down Dodger's throat; Dodger casually stroking his cock. They wait two beats then retract the cocks most of the way out, wait two more beats and push them back in. My own cock is a raging boner by now. Looking at them from the side, Robby's and Dodger's profile look identical; they have an actual beauty to them, as well as being boyishly cute. It's gloomy dusk now and with no lights on in the garage their hair appears close to the same color too. Dodger's throat is contracting and his jaws moving on Vinnie's cock, Vinnie's licking his lips and puffing out his cheeks, his head back; feeling the ecstasy. I wonder how long they've been at it. I see Robby's lips moving, he's saying something as he pulls his cock out of Dodger's asshole. Vinnie pulls his cock from Dodger's throat then, a long string of cum stretches between the mouth and the boner, then breaks and streaks across Dodger's chin. He laps lazily at it with his tongue as he straightens up and they all change positions. Vinnie climaxed in Dodger's throat and mouth, it probably happened as I was watching but he'd just continued fucking Dodger's face until Robby said whatever it was he said... duh, I wonder who's in charge here.

There's wetness on the end of my boner as I pull my shorts down under my nuts to stroke myself with full length strokes. I'm hooked now and will need to climax before I can leave. My cock feels good, but I feel dirty. Dirty, and I'm a little sick to my stomach too, but I can't stop watching and I can't stop jerking myself off. This jerk off will be one more thing I'll hate myself for later, but that'll be then, and this is now! It's Vinnie's turn to bend over, his hands on his thighs just above his knees. He'd climaxed in Dodger's mouth so his cock is fairly limp. It flops around as Dodger and Robby begin spanking that boy's bare buttocks. Their hands make slapping sounds I can just barely hear but I can see the flesh on Vinnie's ass quiver with each smack. With their boners bobbing in front of them, the brothers keep it up until both sides of Vinnie's buttocks are rosy red and their hand prints are outlined white for a second or two after each smack. After awhile tears are rolling down Vinnie's cute cheeks but he apparently loved the spanking 'cause his cock was back up to boner status and he's stroking it like he expects another orgasm. Dodger finally caught Robby's arm and stopped the spanking. They argued a second, Vinnie stood up and said something that calmed things, then he bent back over and Dodger mounts him as Robby walks around to push his cock into Vinnie's mouth and the synchronized sexual dance began all over again.

It went on at a slow, sexually arousing pace, me stroking myself throughout. It's my first full length live sex show and it's making me nauseous and aroused in equal portions. In less than three minutes Dodger leaned on Vinnie's back, his buttock's muscles tighten as he shoots his load, the next hump causes creamy white cum to drool out around Dodger's cock, then another hump with the muscle contraction blasting more spunk up Vinnie's ass. Dodger did a grinding motion with his hips and contacted his buttocks once more and humped more of his spunk up his buddy's ass, then he relaxed, almost collapsing on Vinnie's back for a few seconds before pulling our with a cum string stretching between Vinnie's ass and Dodger's cock. That was it for me, I grunted, clenched every muscle in my body and fired a string of cum three feet to the side of the garage, then two more shots that landed in the brushes separating me from the garage. Robby pulled his saliva drenched boner out of Vinnie's throat, walked around and unceremoniously shoved it right up Vinnie's cum filled asshole and rabbit fucked him for thirty seconds sending his brother's creamy cum spattering here and there. I recognized that rough rabbit fuck from ones Robby's done on my ass; I almost predicted exactly when Robby would deposit his own load up Vinnie's sloppy ass. Vinnie was busy sucking Dodger's cock clean, but when Robby was climaxing, Vinnie took Dodger's cock out of his mouth and held it in his hand squeezing his own ass muscles around Robby's boner as Robby continued pouring cum into his hole.

The entire procedure seemed like business as usual for these three; how many times have they repeated this? Dodger's cock went back in Vinnie's mouth and when Vinnie was done sucking it clean he did the same for Robby's cream covered cock; a job I'm used to doing for Robby. The Dickers brothers' cum was rolling down the inside of Vinnie's legs, all the way down to his ankles by the time he finished with Robby's cock and stood up. Then, while Dodger wiped down Vinnie's legs with a pool towel, someone apparently said something funny and they all laughed, then did a quick, naked group hug, before lighting cigarettes. They smoked and played with themselves, talking and laughing. From their body language it didn't look like they were through, but I was. I pulled up my shorts and walked to my Jeep without trying to be especially quiet or noisy; I didn't give a shit. My mind was dark and blank driving home. Tomorrow we leave for Wildwood.

to be continued.......

Donny Mumford thinkat20@yahoo.com