DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME
Chapter 11
by Donny Mumford
The pizza guy is here. I open the door and see a scruffy-looking redheaded teenager with a bad case of acne, who mumbles, "Mushroom pizza." He's holding the pizza box out to me, "That'll be $14.78." The lad has a bolt through his tongue. I put the pizza box on the kitchen table and dig money out of my pocket, then give him a twenty dollar bill. He mutters something I can't understand, then turns to leaves. I go, "Dude, seriously? Give me a couple of ones back." He rolls his eyes pulling a wad of money out of his cargo shorts and peels off two ones, thrusts them at me, and he's gone. No 'thank you' for the three dollar tip, no `have a nice night', no nothing.
Asshole! After reheating the pizza in the oven I eat the whole thing realizing I hate eating alone, but the good thing is it's only a little after eight o'clock. Awesome! I chill out in my room listening to music and thinking good thoughts. Then, after a leisurely shower, I'm asleep before ten o'clock.
After a good night's sleep I'm ready for anything Wednesdays morning.
Today's known as 'hump' day, meaning after today it's all down-hill to the weekend. I drive Chubby and myself to work, both of us in very good moods.
Chubby heads for the locker room and I head for the truck. As I'm putting the lunch bag in the cooler, Matt saunters up to me and tells me we'll be operating the big ride-on mower today. Determined to win Matt over once and for all, I pat his shoulder, cheerfully saying, "That'll be cool, Matt." We walk to the locker room together chatting about the weather. It's a beautiful day with low humidity. Friendly small talk, ya know?
After changing into my work outfit, I go outside lighting a cigarette and join Chubby and Seth, bumping fist with Seth and patting Chubby's shoulder.
Smiles all around, and I'm like, "It's so cool working with you guys again. In Georgia I was inside all day working on tedious little components.
This is better. Outdoors doing manual labor, ya know?" Seth goes, "You're in a
cheerful mood today, Dylan," and I explain, "I finally caught-up on sleep.
I'm reinvigorated!" Then Matt, from over near the truck, goes, "Dylan, I need you over here." Huh, I wonder what he wants now. I mean we've got ten minutes before work starts. Matt calls again, "Get over here, Dylan," and I give Chubby a look, like, 'Can I believe this shit?' Chubby says, "Only a couple more days and you'll be on your own." I nod, muttering, "Yeah, you're right. No problem."
Jogging over to Matt I put on a phony pleasant expression, then try a cheery, "Whassup, Matt?" He says, "First off, put the cigarette out." I look surprised, but drop basically a whole cigarette and step on it, mumbling, "Okay, but...?" He looks like someone kicked him in the balls, saying, "What the fuck, Dylan, c'mon, dude, you know better than that. Pick up the cigarette butt and put it in your pocket. Don't litter, what the fuck?" Huh, he's apparently working on the 'what the fuck' theme this morning. I mutter, "Yeah, sure," and pick up the butt as my face gets a little red, but I'm determined not to get pissed-off. I mean, I don't need this bull shit, but he's right about littering on company grounds. He puts an arm across my shoulders and we start walking as he tells me, "Like I mentioned, we're working the big mower today and I need to show you how to sign out for it, so pay attention." I'm starting to think he's purposely trying to antagonize me as he continues talking, "This means I need to start work early today, but I don't mind putting in the extra time to help you get familiar with how we do things around here." Oh goodie, I only rode the fucking big mower about a hundred hours last summer.
Walking side by side with Matt, his arm still across my shoulders, he says, "You rode the mower last year, but this is a new one." When I see it, yeah it's new, but it's a new one that's exactly like the one we used last year. I tell him that, and he goes, "I don't care, Dylan. You're still going to listen to the complete training session like everyone else did before they were allowed on the big mower. If something goes wrong I don't want to hear you whining, 'Matt didn't tell me'." He said that in a whiny voice too.
Trying for cheerful, I say, "Gee, Matt, I never talk like that." He ignores me, telling the grumpy supply guy we're signing out the new ride-on mower, so Grumpy slides a clipboard across the counter. Picking it up Matt takes my arm walking me to the side, then explains the form we need to fill out.
Well, this is different from last year so I listen to his explanation, but quickly realize there's self-explanatory headings on the sheet of paper that don't require an explanation: driver's name, date, crew supervisor, today's date, condition of mower, and that's it. Submerging the urge to say, "Duh!', I'm going, "Uh huh, uh huh, yeah, I see," as he explain each self-evident heading, and then questions me on it. I get all the questions right except the one about the name. I say my name, and Matt goes, "No! You didn't sign out the mower, I did!" Trick question, ya know? I politely say, "Oh, I thought you meant hypothetically if I were signing out the mower." Matt gives me a hard 'look'. Okay, I may have said that a tad sarcastically, but come on! He has me return the completed form to Grumpy while he's starting the mower's engine and then driving it out of the garage and over to the side.
Turning it off, he motions for me to join him. I go over and he snaps, "We jog on the job! That's the way we do it on my crew." His crew? Jesus, what an asshole! He then goes over every tedious detail of how the mower works. My mind wanders as I glance across the blacktop seeing Chubby telling the guys something, and watching them laugh. Probably one of his corny jokes; a joke that wouldn't be very funny except for the way Chubby tells it. Matt grabs my arm, "Are you listening to me? Repeat back to me the ten safety steps I just went over you'll need to be aware of before starting the engine."
What I'd really like to do is scream! Matt will probably end up as a stereotypical small town bureaucrat with a little power who drives common sense citizens crazy. Reciting the ten safety steps correctly, I'm crossing all the T's and dotting all the I's, as I do it. He's taken aback a little that I know them in detail, but since he's incapable of a compliments, he says, "See that you remember them and follow them every time you start the engine.
And not just the first time, every time." I nod my head while doing a couple of fake coughs to keep from laughing in his face, then mumble, "Something caught in my throat." Another hard stare from Matt as I smile pleasantly.
Bad attitude, my ass! I walk alongside the mower as Matt drives it to the truck, then he says, "The ramp, Newman." Oh, so now it's last names. I pull out the ramp and Matt rides the mower onto the bed of the truck, and says, "Get up here." I climb up wondering what he's mad about, and he shows me how to secure the mower on the truck bed. I can't resist saying, "Oh, exactly like last year, huh?" He goes, "There you go with the smart-ass attitude again. Listen, Dylan, this is your third day on the job, and it's the third day I've had to mention you're attitude problem." Losing my cool, I say, "Yeah, it's the third day you mentioned it, but not because you had any reason to. Maybe it's your attitude that's the problem." His face gets red as he mutters, "If Jeff wasn't your brother..." and Chubby who had walked up to the truck, says, "What was that, Matt? If Dylan wasn't my brother, what would you do?" Matt looks startled, then he points at me, saying, "He has a problem with me doing his training, like maybe he thinks he's too important to do the training everyone else was given. His body language and his sarcastic comments are like he's better than everybody else." Warming up to dissertation, he adds, "If he was anyone else I'd already have mention to Rob the red flag I'm sensing about Dylan as a member of our team." Chubby hops up on the truck, saying, "Oh yeah? You would, huh?" Chubby's crowding Matt, "Fact is, he isn't anybody else though, is he? Oh, there's Rob now," and he calls over to Robby, "Boss, ya got a second?" I'm just standing here watching Chubby, knowing he's royally pissed-off. It's the way he licks his lips when he's about ready to
explode. Robby comes over, asking, "What's up, Jeff?" Chubby says, "Matt wants to tell you about a red flag he senses about Dylan. Go ahead, Singleton."
Matt's looking confused now and unsure of himself, as he says, "Oh, um, it's nothing I need to bother you with. I'll handle it." Chubby says, "No, you won't! You said if Dylan wasn't my brother you'd report to Rob about a red flag? Tell him what ya just told me." Robby's frowning, asking, "What the fuck were you going to say about Dylan, Matt?" Matt shrugs with a slight grin, "Um, just that I'm concerned about his attitude. It's not as positive as it could be as I'm showing him how we do things around here. I'm trying to show him..." Robby's face gets red as he snaps, "Don't fucking worry about his attitude, alright? And I decide how we do things around here, not you! Just cover what's in the training guide and leave it at that. And just so you fuckin' know, I've never met anyone with a better attitude than Dylan, and he knows better than you 'how we do things around here'." I'm looking at nothing in particular, mostly concentrating on not chuckling or smirking at Matt. Robby's pissed, saying, "Jeff, get everybody moving," and he walks off. Chubby asks Matt, "Ya got anything else to report?" Matt's face is red too, as he mutters, "Thanks a lot, Jeff!" and he sits down. Chubby says, "No hard feelings, Matt, just stop fucking around with my brother and you'll be fine." The he grins at me rubbing my head, knocking my hat off, saying, "You're gonna lose that hat, bro, if you keep it on your head when the truck's moving." His awesome smile at me almost brings tears to my eyes. I nod
my head picking up my hat, mumbling, "Good advice, bro."
We ride to our first job site of the day in silence. My hats held in my hand as Matt defiantly pulls his down to his ears to keep it from blowing off. Childish pouting on his part if you ask me. Of course I don't believe I've ever seen anyone that got his ass handed to him like Matt just endured.
At the job site Matt drives the mower down the ramp off the truck bed.
Trying to lessen the tension, in a pleasant conversational voice, I ask, "Do you want me to ride it first, Matt?" He doesn't look at me, mumbling, "No, you walk along side of me for a while watching how I do it." We have very little to say to each other the rest of the morning except for him mono-toning unnecessary training instructions from the training guide, the way Robby told him to do it. I mutter a lot of, "Uh huh," to his boring instructions.
After half an hour we switch places, I ride the mower with him walking along side not saying anything. I'm guessing Matt won't have anything else negative to say about me. Not to Chubby or Robby anyway. I'm way too mature to smirk or mock him, like I'd dearly love to do.
After lunch Matt loosens up a little, probably because he sees I'm not rubbing in the fact he basically got his ass whipped when he tried bad-mouthing me to Chubby and Robby. Talk about poor judgement. Bad mouthing me to my brother and lover. Really? I make a little small talk with him in the afternoon asking about the basketball games he and Chubby went to last night. It turns out he's a basketball fanatic and he gets animated telling me about some of the shots made in the games last night, then critiquing the Celtic and telling me about his favorite team, the Golden State Warriors. I feigned interest and we get along okay the rest of the day. Chubby had joked a little about the incident during lunch, making it funny and getting Matt chuckling, as only Chubby can. That helped defuse the situation allowing for the more relaxed afternoon between Matt and me.
After work Robby calls me over, looking excited, "We getting together tonight?" I nod my head too fast, like I used to do with Ryan, and say, "I sure hope so, Rob. What are we gonna do?" He goes, "What if I come over your place after dinner and we decide what to do then?" I'm like, "Awesome idea! Around seven-thirty then?" He squeezes the back of my neck, "See you then, Dylan. By the way, you're looking good, babe. It makes my heart beat a little faster every time I see you during the day. Do you feel me staring at you sometimes?" I go, "Oh, was that you? I was wondering..." and we laugh and sort of lean against one another. Robby goes off then for the short supervisor's meeting at days end and I watch him go with my dick moving around in my shorts a little. He was so authoritative and cool this morning putting Matt in his place, then telling Chubby to get the guys moving. Damn, that almost gave me a boner. My man, Rob! Walking into the locker room I'm feeling as good as I did this morning before Matt had his melt down. As I'm taking off my sweaty t-shirt Seth leans over from his locker, asking, "Can I get a haircut tonight, Dylan?" With a smile, I'm like, "Sure, Seth," and Chubby, who's changing next to me, says, "Hey, can you give my bro a ride home, Seth?" I look quizzically at Chubby, who says, "It'd be a big help, Dylan. I've got a five o'clock dentist appointment. I'll clean up here and go right to the dentist." Seth says, "Sure, I'll give Dylan a ride home." Chubby pats Seth shoulder, "Thanks, Seth,"
then to me, "I'll bring Chinese take-out from Yang Ming's for our dinner tonight." I go, "Cool. Get enough for Seth too." Seth's like, "Oh, that's okay, you don't need..." and Chubby goes, "You're invited, Seth, don't hurt our feelings by turning us down." Seth's like, "Oh, no, I wouldn't do that.
Thanks for inviting me." That's Seth. He's such a good guy! We finish changing out of our work clothes, and I tell Seth, "Bring your dirty work clothes.
I gotta do a wash load tonight so it's no problem throwing your stuff in there too." He mumbles, "Thanks," and we both bundle-up shorts and t-shirts.
Chubby hands me his, then Seth and me head for his car as Chubby goes into the locker room's seldom used showers.
As we walk I glance at Seth's hair, asking, "Have you been cutting your own hair again?" He blushes and chuckles, "Yeah, I hack it off when it gets in my eyes. I used to do the same thing before I met you." I say, "Remember that expensive faux hawk haircut you had when I met you?" He nods, "Heh heh, yeah, that's because I was interviewing for a job?" I go, "That was the last haircut you paid for, right?" He says, "The only one I paid for after being thrown out of the house by my old man. I ran into a guy from my old neighborhood who was working as a hair stylist, and he offered to give me a haircut. I go to the salon he worked at, stupidly thinking he was doing me a favor. It turned out the favor was he charged me half price. I think it was fifty dollars instead of the normal hundred dollars. I was too humiliated to tell him I couldn't afford fifty dollars, so I ate Ramen noodle soup for a week cause the fifty buck was my food money." I go, "With all that Ramen you sure kept your sodium level up for that week." He chuckles, "I was dizzy half the time."
We drive around back and go in through the door next to the garage carrying our dirty clothes. First thing I do is throw everything in the washing machine and get that going. Standing behind me, Seth's, saying, "its nice being here again, Dylan. Basically because it means you're home," and he hugs me tightly from behind doing a ten second kiss on the side of my face. I go, "Wow, nice! Thanks, Seth." He's blushing and grinning, "I've been wanting to do that since Monday morning." I say, "Let me return the favor," and I hug him, face to face, kissing him on the mouth. His slim body melds into mine as his lips part and we get into a sexy kiss with my tongue in Seth's mouth. The kiss lasts maybe thirty seconds and I get the feeling it would have gone on quite a bit longer if Seth had anything to say about it, but I slide my mouth off his and gently steps back, saying, "Wow, nice kiss, Seth.
Have you been practicing with someone?" He's blushing again, "You taught me to kiss, Dylan. Remember the days we'd kiss in the back of the truck? You know, the days the big mowers blocked the view for the other guys?" I say, "Of course I do! Good way to start the day, huh?"
Then, like we were Monday morning when we met, we're again a little awkward with each other and unsure what to do or say next. I move the barber stool to the tiled area and it's like there are so many things we could talk about we don't know where to start. I settle on, "How's the new boyfriend working out?" and he says, "He's actually my old, original boyfriend. We reconnected. He called be out of the blue about a month ago and we've been going out a couple times a week. I'm supposed to meet him later tonight at the movie complex. We both like the movies. Ya know, escapism for a couple of hours." I think for a second, then point at Seth, saying, "Jackie Bradley, right? That's his name." He smiles, "Good memory, Dylan. Yeah, that's him."
I'm like, "He has light red hair, but that's all I think you told me about him?" Seth sits on the stool taking off his shirt, saying, "Light red hair and lots of it. It's wavy and sometimes he wears it in a ponytail. He has six tattoos and two earrings, plus his eyebrow is pierced." I go, "Tough guy, huh?" Seth grins, "Nah, he looks like a tough guy but he's the gentlest person I know. He's shy like me, so we're a good match." Actually I don't think that's necessarily true. Two shy guys? It'd be better if one of them was a little assertive. Of course I wouldn't say that to Seth.
"Um, Seth, that's great! I'm happy for both of you, but let's go in the half bath now, and I'll shampoo your hair." He seems to hesitate, so I ask, "Anything wrong?" He takes a very deep breath; then, chuckling nervously, he shakes his head. I'm like, "What is it?" and I'm kind of laughing. He shakes his head again, really blushing this time, mumbling, "Jeez, I'm almost twenty-one but I act like I'm thirteen sometimes." I still don't get it until, he says, "I'm still sitting on this stool because I've got the hardest boner ever, and if I stand up there'll be a tent in my shorts." Oh, I thought that was the way his shorts bunched-up in front when he sat down. It's his boner. I laugh, "It happens to me too, Seth. Happens to most guys from time to time, for reasons unknown." He goes, "Oh, I know the reason alright.
It's being alone with you. Remember when we used to do 'it' once in a while?" I nod my head, "Uh huh. Um, do you want to do it now?" He makes a face and nods his head, then gasps, "It would be an act of mercy on your part, Dylan." I go over to him and hug his shoulders, "Act of mercy? Whaddaya talking about? I'd love having a little loving buddy-sex with one of my best friends of all time."
Seth leans into me, mumbling, "You're so awesome, Dylan." Huh, I wonder if, between the shy boyfriends, one of them can get around to suggesting something of a sexual nature after the movies they apparently frequent on a regular basis? Resting the side of my head against his, I quietly ask, "Do you mean right now, Seth?" He nods his head once and I sort of slide him off the stool. He mutters, "I feel so stupid," and I go, "No reason to. I'm looking forward to it. Let's drop our shorts and enjoy ourselves." I drop mine and then undo the snap of Seth's shorts. He asks, "Is there a fire extinguisher down here? My face is about to burst into flames." I laugh, then pull his jockey shorts down. His nice looking boner bounces up and down once before rigidly standing at attention pointing dramatically up. Putting my fist around it I pull in down and guide it to my mouth, then suck on the head.
Seth makes a hissing sound sucking air in between clenched teeth as his hands go to my head, his fingers ruffling across my very short hair.
Licking the shaft of his absurdly hard boner, then sucking more of it into my mouth, then more. Seth goes, "Oooh, ooh, aaaah," his body getting stiff as he leans into me humping his hips and cum streams into my mouth with me swallowing and telling myself, 'Do not inhale!' Another hump sends more creamy goo into my mouth and some of it drools out the right side of my lips. It's thick cum like maybe he hasn't had an orgasm for some time. His body's relaxing now as he gasps and takes a step back pulling his softening cock from my mouth. He sort of leans on the stool taking another deep breath, than murmuring, "I'd die of embarrassment if it were anyone but you, Dylan.
I know you won't humiliate me for shooting off after mere seconds." I quietly asks, "Aren't you and Jackie, um, intimate?" He shakes his head, "Not yet, but we talk about it a lot." I nod, but resist giving any advice because everyone's different. They'll do 'it' when they're ready.
Moving my tongue tasting Seth's semen, I'm trying to think what it taste like, but can't. There was a touch of flavor to it, unlike most guy's cum I've tasted which usually has a neutral taste. Just slimy or creamy without any taste at all. Cum is so cool though! When the color of Seth's blush is reduced to pink, I say, "Let's do the shampoo and haircut, then maybe you'll want to try something else even sexier. But only if you want to." He goes, "Oh, I want to! Problem is I might climax in ten seconds again." I run my fingers through his thick silky blond hair, saying, "Ten seconds, huh? I'd like to see that." He chuckles, "You mean, again? You just saw it a minute ago." Hugging his shoulders, I mumble, "That was twelve seconds." We both force a laugh as we put our shorts back on, and then I guide him to the half bath where the chair's still backed-up to the sink from yesterday. Doing a haircut every day would be more than fine with me, but that's not gonna happen. I just might put a notice of free haircuts on the message board at the quad this fall and I'll leave my cellphone number. Maybe I'll do that, and maybe I won't.
As happens with just about all the guys, we're both quiet during the shampoo. Seth appears very relaxed as I drag out the shampoo enjoying the intimacy of it while looking at Seth's face. He has the light blond scattered whiskers and he's very good looking. He'll be handsome way into adulthood, but right now he still retains some boyish cuteness. Not as much as when I first met him, but we all age as the beauty of youth drifts into something less attractive. Nothing to be done about that other than make the best of it.
Looking at Seth's taut torso I remember the baby fat round his waist when I first met him and wonder if he purposely eliminated it by doing exercises, or if it just sorted itself out on its own. I'd ask him except I like the quiet and the intimate atmosphere. My fingers massaging his head while sliding through the shampoo suds, and every once in a while I add warm water so the suds don't get cold. Finally I rinse out the suds. It's been at least ten minutes and stretching it out any longer might begin feeling weird.
Drying his hair vigorously with a towel, breaks the intimate mood and Seth opens his eyes, murmuring, "That's a very pleasurable experience, although I don't think I'd be comfortable with anyone else but you, Dylan." I say, "Thanks, Seth, I like doing it for you," and I hug around his head enjoying the scent of his clean hair. Then I turn on the noisy hairdryer with me wondering why someone doesn't come up with a quiet one. With his hair as dry as it can be the unevenness of Seth's hair is more obvious, He chopped off more in some pleas than others, but I don't say anything to him about that.
I'm like, "Okay, let's go back to the basement." He gets out of the chair, murmuring, "Thanks, Dylan." When he sits on the barber stool I massage his shoulders, asking, "How do you want me to cut it?" He says, "A regular haircut with a part on the side. Jackie's got his tough guy look so I'll go preppy to balance us out." I chuckle, then comb through his hair planning how best to attack it. Nice hair but its so many different lengths now it's kinda throwing me off a little.
Putting a half inch guide on the clippers I use it on the sides and back cutting off hairs that range from an inch long to almost three inches long.
Then, using bare clippers over a comb I taper the hair from the half inch length to an inch and a half on the sides and back of his head. Using scissors and comb I begin evening out the hairs on top cutting them all down to about two inches. It's already a preppy haircut with a part on the left side, but there a bit of scissor and comb blending still to do. Finally I use the trimmer clippers to edge around his ear and down the sides behind the ears. Last thing is tapering the hairline across the neck. And that's it. I cut off a lot of hair leaving a very neat regular preppy haircut. Patting his back, I go, "There you are, preppy Seth," and hand him the small mirror.
He looks and grins, "I look younger." I say, "You look cute and handsome, Seth." He blushes, mumbling, "You're so nice, Dylan." Hugging his head I give him a big kiss on the side of his forehead, murmuring, "You smell good too." His eyes get damp as he quietly says, "I missed you, a lot." One more kiss on the side of his forehead, a quick one, and I go, "Let's have a cigarette."
When we're on the balcony Seth offers me a Marlboro red. We smoke as I ask, "You still want to get sexy?" He nods his head, "More than ever. Its way sexy how you shampooed and cut my hair. I wish I needed a haircut every day." I grin, "Yeah, that'd be cool." Seth exhales some smoke, asking, "Um, what kind of sexy thing should we do?" I'm like, "Well, I'd really like feeling your noodle up my butt." He blushes, mumbling, "I'd like feeling my noodle up your butt too." Seth's never been comfortable saying the word, 'fuck', although he seems to like doing it quite a lot the few times we've done it. With me anyway. I don't know if he's done it much with anyone else yet.
That load of cum he poured into my mouth earlier was huge, like it's been building up for a while. I've no idea how often, but he must jerk off once in a while; at least once in a while. Our age most everybody jerks off, and I assume in both sexes. I know it's true for guys. Seth's running his fingers through his hair, saying, "This feels good, Dylan. I've been wearing a hat feeling self-conscious about my hacked-up hair. Jackie doesn't get his hair cut as far as I know." I go, "Huh."
"Does Jackie go to college?" Shaking his head, Seth says, "Nah, he works for that Speedy Oil Change shop on Main Street. They do more than change oil, but that's all he does. That and inspections." I go, "Oh, he's a gear head, huh?" Seth says, "Yeah, he knows more about cars than most people care to hear about. Three nights a week he attends Auto Mechanic Tech school in Attleboro. It's kind of expensive, but once he gets certified, or whatever it's called, he'll make a good living as an auto mechanic." When Seth talks about Jackie he kind of smiles and I get the feeling he has more than casual affection for the guy. Don't know how much is returned to Seth, but Jackie's nuts if he doesn't appreciate what he has in Seth. I say, "I'd like to meet Jackie. Maybe we could all hook-up. You, Jackie, me and Robby." He smiles, "I'd really like that!" I go, "So we'll do it. I'll talk to Robby and you talk to Jackie."
Seth looks good with his new haircut. Hell, he looked good before his haircut, so I say, "Lets you and me wander inside and have some recreational buddy-sex." He nods his head, "I'd very much like to do that." Rubbing his head, I'm like, "C'mon then," and he goes, "Don't mess my hair! This haircut looks too good to mess up." He's finger combing it back in place, so I hand him my pocket comb as we walk inside. It's the pocket comb Sammy gave me after I gave him and his four brother's free haircuts. I work cheap. When Seth's combed his hair, I ask him, "What's your favorite way to have sex?"
He shrugs as he starts up with the blushing again, then quietly says, "The few times I've done it with you represents more than half the sex I've had in my life." You know what I'd like to do, I'd like to adopt Seth. I love him like a brother, but I'm going to be meeting Robby in an hour and a half so I wouldn't mind if we didn't fuck at all this afternoon. I can't imagine disappointing Seth though and I don't want him to think I'm in any way just doing him a favor. What would be ideal is if he and Jackie could get over their shyness and hop in bed together on a regular basis. Seth's even got the apartment to do it in, such as it is.
I get my arm around the back of his neck giving him a sideways hug, saying, "We don't have to do this now ya know. We've got the rest of the summer."
He bites his lip and does a silly chuckle, takes a deep breath and, without looking at me, mumbles, "Oh, I don't know. Um, I think I'd really like to if you want to." Pulling him around face to face, "Of course I want to, so let's do it." He mutters, "I'm such a feeb." Well I am getting just a tiny bit frustrated by now, so I mumble, "Only about sex. You're awesome about everything else. Let's use my bedroom." Walking inside I ask, "You're not nervous, are you?" He says, "No, not at all. Not with you I'm not." In my bedroom I lock the door just to be sure Chubby doesn't surprise me by getting back from the dentist early. Pulling my shirt over my head, I ask, "Should we get naked?" I'm trying to get him more involved. He says, "Okay," and drops his shorts, then steps out of his underwear. I glance at his regular looking five inch penis, nice roundish scrotum, and regular patch of pubic hair that's a dark blond color. He seems comfortable being naked, as he tells me, "It's not that I haven't had sex since I had it with you. There was the guy I emailed you about. I met him doing finals for my online course." I go, "Uh huh."
As I kick off my underwear, I ask, "How'd you two decide to get together?"
Seth laughs, "He came on to me, naturally. I haven't ever had the balls to instigate anything sexual with anyone." Walking up to him I rub my hands over his shoulders and down his arms, asking, "Did you ever do it with a girl?" He goes, "Almost. There was this girl, Arlene Dobson. She worked, well she still works at the convenience store near my apartment and we'd said 'hi' every time I went in the store, which was often. One day she came right out and asked me to go to a party with her. She didn't even know my name.
This is before I knew you, before Rob hired me. I don't know why I told her I'd be happy to go to the party with her, but I did. Later I was pissed-off at myself for doing that, but I said I'd go with her and couldn't go back on my word." I pull him against me gently, chest to chest and rub up and down his back, "What happened then?" He says, "It was maybe the most awkward situation I've ever been in. At the party we danced a little until a fight broke out between a guy and girl. That was really nasty. I drank about ten vodka and tonics, then she took me into a bedroom with twin beds, and another couple was on the other bed." I'm chuckling, "Sounds delightful."
He snorts, "It was awful. She stripped off her top and pulled down her shorts. She had this huge thick patch of pubic hairs, but no dick!" We laugh, "Yeah, Seth, I've heard girls lack penises." He's laughing, leaning against me, his chin on my shoulder, hugging me around the waist pressing his dick against mine. He says, "She was kissing me and running her fingers through my hair. Doing everything in a desperate manner. Sticking her tongue in my ear, rubbing her body against me. It was so gross, but I somehow got my dick out only to find it had shrunk instead of getting hard. My little dick was retreating inside me. Guess it was scared... I was so turned off." Poor guy. I rub the side of my face against his curly whiskers, murmuring, "Sounds like the two of you were made for each other." He chuckles, "Luckily the guy from the couple who were fighting came in the bedroom screaming his ass off that this was his room and everybody had to get the fuck out! Heh heh, I was so relieved I almost cried. Arlene wanted us to go outside and do it in my car, but luckily on the way to the car I threw up all over the sidewalk. I thought my nuts were coming up with everything else. I drove her home and from that day to this I need to walk four blocks out of my way to use another convenience store." I say, "A charming story. I like when there's a happy ending."
His body feels good. Most young guys' body feels good. While rubbing my hands over Seth buttocks and squeezing them a little I feel his cock firm up.
He has it pressed against my dick, that's a bit firmed-up itself. Seth's story is over and instead of talking he's begins breathing deeply and hugging around the back of my neck, whispering in my ear, "I still love you, Dylan." Rubbing my hand up the back of his head, my fingers in his clean blond hair, I murmur, "Right back at you, Seth," and he goes, "You know what I mean." I give him a tight hug, then move my head back so I'm face to face with him and we do a long sexy kiss with my tongue sliding on his, then I lick his lips and his eyes close as a quiet moan of arousal slips out of his throat. Seth gets sexually aroused easier and quicker than anyone I can think of. He's a very sexual person, like me, only he has very few outlets for his sexual desires. That's odd too. I mean, at seventeen he wasn't shy about telling people he was gay, and he had a boyfriend, which got him kicked out of his house. How much sex they had I don't know, but it seems Seth peeked at seventeen and got shyer as he got older.
Whatever, he couldn't be more invested in our foreplay now that it's started. I'd suck his cock except I'm afraid he'd climax again, and now I'd really like to feel his boner in my ass. Another kiss as I get a hand between us and take his boner in my fist for a few strokes that make him lean against me harder and somehow move his entire body against mine. He gasps into my mouth which ends the kiss, so I walk us to my bed and sort of pull Seth over onto it with me. Laying on my stomach, pushing my ass up, I'm looking back at Seth. He nods, his eyes bright as he gets behind me on his knees, his boner sticking straight out from his pubes. Taking his boner in his hand he pushes the head against my asshole. A long drool of precum drips off and wets the inside of my right thigh as Seth, with no hesitation, humps his cock past my sphincter muscle. Gasping, his head goes back as he moans, Ummm, ooh!" He grips my hips seemingly confident about things. In a whisper, "I didn't hurt you, did I, Dylan?" I look back and shake my head 'no', saying, "It feels good. Why are you whispering?" This big grin comes across his face as he says, "Someone told me it was sexy to whisper when having sex." I whisper, "Oh, okay."
Seth's up on his knees, the head of his cock snugly past my sphincter muscle feeling just right, and Seth's looking good. He grips my hips tighter and steadily pushes the last four inches of his boner up my ass until he's leaning against and compressing my butt cheeks. He goes, "Mmmmm, ooooh, this feels good." My back is arching a little with me holding my breath waiting for my rectum to loosen up a bit. It hurt initially, but the last thing I'd do is tell him that. I know the hurt will fade fast and it does too. Now a glowing sensation begins spreading around my rectum that's feeling so nicely filled up but without stretching anything too much. Feels good and I'm happy for Seth too. He whispers, "I feel like I'm going to cum," making us both laugh. Then he withdraws slowly, and slides it tightly right back up inside me as we both moan, "Aaaah, aaah." With his tight grip on my hips he does a number of surprisingly hard thrusts, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap,"
before groaning and leaning against my butt cheeks again, "Ummm, oooh,"
from Seth, "Feels so good, ooh, mmm." He takes some deep breaths as I stroke my cock. It's hard, but not nearly as hard as it can get.
After a couple of deep breaths, Seth says quietly, "I almost shot off for real that time. That's why I'm waiting a minute." It's not actually a minute. More like fifteen seconds and then he begins a rather hard fast fucking that gets me moaning with pleasure. I'm pretty sure Seth is more concerned about how his cock feels than how I'm feeling and that's fine. My prostate is in full bloom sending sexual pleasure all over my body, but the sharpest sensations are inside me and all around my groin. Two, three minutes and I'm beginning to think I'm gonna cum first because Seth's boner is doing a hellava job stimulating my anus and squeezing over my prostate gland in a most pleasurable way. Another minute of thrusting steadily and then the whining sounds from Seth indicate impending blast off and his thrusting gets wilder which gets me moaning and humping my ass back into his thrust and we both do a similar squeal as our bodies get stiff and then, "Aaaaaah,' with his stream of cum streaking against the walls of my bowels as my orgasm's streaking out of me wetting my stomach and reaching my chest. Another hard hip hump and another steak of cum shoots out as I gasp at the sexual pleasure of it all, then savor the after effects of climax that still zip around my pelvic area making my shoulders do their familiar shudder. I go, "Ooooh,"
as my body relaxes. Nice feeling as Seth pulls his cock out and stumbles backwards off the bed while stroking on his sloppy dick.
I stroke my own a few times before letting it go and lay flat on the bed with my own cum squishing under me. The thought flies through my head, Don't
forget to change the sheets, dummy! Robby and I could very well be in this very bed in an hour or so. That thought gives me a twinge of a guilty conscience, but it passes. I had to help Seth, right? He moans, "Oh man, that was so good. The best orgasm I've had in like, I don't how long. It was so good!" I'm looking back at him standing there naked while grinning his cute
grin. Such a good guy! My orgasm wasn't especially noteworthy, but the worst orgasm I ever had was spectacular This one was far from the worst, but not close to the best. This was all about my buddy Seth though. He's happy, so I'm happy. I hop off the bed, saying, "Lets clean up in the bathroom."
We do that with Seth asking for reassurance that it was good for me too. I tell him it was awesome sex. "Just about all sex is awesome, Seth. It's more special when it's with someone I love as a friend. Like you, mister preppy." He looks at himself in the mirror, "Jackie's gonna shit when he sees his preppy boyfriend. I'm texting him and sending a picture of the new preppy me." He seems so happy.
We get dressed and go out on the balcony for an after-sex cigarette and a Coke. I text Chubby and he texts back saying he just left Yang Ming's.
He'll be home in fifteen minutes. I ask Seth, "You ready for some Chinese food?" He grins, sounding confident, "I'm ready for anything now, Dylan, and thank you very much." I mess up his hair again and he fakes being pissed off.
Then borrows my comb and goes inside to look in a mirror fixing his hair to its preppiest. Nice hour and a half with Seth. We left work at four-thirty or so and now it's coming up on six-thirty. Considering the amount of pleasure sex brings, you'd think it would take longer. One of these days I'm going to do dock-cocks with Seth just to see the expression on his face when he climaxes.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com I
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