Dylans Senior Year

Good afternoon... this is a continuing story in gay/high school.

thank you very much,

Donny Mumford

DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR by Donny Mumford

Chapter four (Dodger's Surprise)

It surprised the hell out of me that I'd even say this, but I did. I said, "Come on Ray, be honest with me, dude... you're wondering about yourself being gay, not someone else... right?" He looked down and blushed a little, reminding me of his brother Elliot for a second there. Unlike Elliot though, Ray can look you in the eyes and when he looked up that's just what he did to me. Biting his bottom lip, his face slightly flushed, he looked me in the eyes and nodded his head slightly, mumbling, "I guess I do mean me...". It made me feel so mature that this normally macho younger kid would confess something of such a personal nature to me, he came to me with his problem... it's amazing actually. He's not acting macho now of course so I tried to look real understanding and compassionate for him... you know, a look that said, "it's no big deal dude, you came to the right guy, I care, I'll help you". And, he was growing on me too, I like his looks for starters. Ray's sexy, and now that he's exposed himself by telling me this big secret he appears vulnerable too, which makes me like him even more. And, did I mention he's sexy looking? Ha! Oh man, I just had a hot fuck with Robby a couple hours ago in the equipment closet and already I'm thinking how sexy this hot sophomore is. What can I tell ya.... I'm just being honest about stuff, and now that I'm at it, Ray may even be sexier than Elliot, for a different set of reasons of course. Ray's a nice looking kid with kind of a rugged appearance, more of an olive complexion, not the pale, pinkish skin his brother has and, although different, both brothers' complexions are healthy looking and attractive. Their parents must be extremely good looking people, or maybe it's simply the mix of their gene's that's created sons who are so different, but still oh-so hot. It's hard to believe they're brothers from the same parents, they sure don't look like it at first glance. Their facial features are different, but striking in their own right. Ray's the younger brother by two years, but he's quite a bit taller than Elliot. Ray's five feet-ten-inches to Elliot's five feet six-inches. Where Elliot is delicate looking with thin limbs and a thin body, Ray's the opposite... quite muscular with strong, good sized arms and legs, but not overweight in the slightest. He's fit and tight even though he probably weighs twenty or twenty-five pounds more than I do and maybe forty pounds more than Elliot. Not only are the brothers different looking, they're also have very different personalities. Elliot's shy and quiet and Ray's usually bold and outgoing in that macho tough-guy way of his.

But, as I said, he isn't acting very tough now... more like a little kid looking for help from someone older and more experienced, someone he respects perhaps. Anyway, I hope that's why he's come to me for advise. Again I thought about me and Carl Denton, about the way I ended-up admiring Carl so much, which is odd in retrospect considering how I at first couldn't stand him... I thought Carl was a fat, pompous, loser with bad breath. Christ, I hope Ray isn't thinking I'm a skinny, pompous loser or something like that. Nah, he doesn't. I can tell from his eyes, his body language, and from the way he's talking to me that we're cool. Anyway, Carl came on to me, so it's a not the same thing really. I asked, "What brought this on, Raymond? And, can I call ya Ray... would you mind?" He says, "Ray's OK, you can call me that if you want, I don't mind. And, nothing brought this on, or rather it's not just one particular thing, it's two, basically. Fuck, I feel like such a dork talking about this shit. It's hard to talk about... and it's so fucking hot in here too" grumbling now, wiping sweat from his forehead. Ray and I are the same height and we appear to be about the same age although I'm two years older than he is, just like his brother. Ray looks a year or so older than he actually is and I look young for my age... like we're both almost seventeen, or just turned seventeen. Other than that we don't look anything alike. I say, "Yeah, it is hot in here... let's take a walk outside, OK?" He nods his head and gets up, mumbling, "Do you think I'm a dork or a loser because I asked about being queer, Dylan? And, remember... I'm not saying I think I am, I just wonder how I can know for sure, and I'm not a loser, don't think that... Not that I'm saying someone's a loser if they're queer or... hell maybe some........"

We're walking while Ray's talking... he has this nervous habit of not knowing when to finish his thought, or his sentence. I'm listening, but I'm also looking at the side of his face thinking... he has the same facial structure as Elliot, their heads are basically the same, it's just their facial features that are different. And I just had another thought... Ray's complexion is very similar to Chubby's. I'll bet that's the reason for my initial attraction to Ray, and I am attracted to him. Being attracted to him is all the more reason I don't want to take advantage of his current vulnerability. I'm guessing he probably feels vulnerable for telling me about his gay worries. Ray continues talking in that pleasant boyish voice he has, he's continuing to rationalize himself to me... that's what it appears he's doing. The boy does ramble on, which by the way is another opposite personality trait from Elliot. I let him talk until we'd walked off the school grounds to the brick wall separating school property from wetlands. We can sit on the wall to talk and I can have a smoke here without getting into trouble. I gestured at the wall and we stop, Ray was into an explanation of why he wasn't a homophone, blab, blab, blab... and I hold up my hand to say, "Excuse me Ray, sorry to interrupt, but would you like a Marlboro Light? I'm hooked on this damn habit so I gotta have one..." I was getting a cigarette out for myself as I asked him that. He goes, "Oh, I don't smoke, but I don't mind if you do... that's cool." The interruption seemed to break Ray's train of thought and he stopped talking. Lighting my cigarette I took advantage of Ray's silence to say, "First off Ray, I need to clarify something for ya, and it's this... I don't officially know shit about how you can tell for sure if you're gay or not... how you, me, whoever, can tell. Truth is, I don't know shit about a lot of things, but I can definitely give you my uneducated opinion on any topic including this one, if you want it." In hindsight I do think I know how to tell if a person's gay... it has to do with what a boy fantasize about when he's masturbating... what stimulates his sex drive. I'm always thinking of things I should have said after the fact.

Initially Ray looked startled by my admission of personal incompetence... as I took a drag on my smoke his expression morphed into a puzzled look, followed right away by that little cute grin that both he and Elliot have in common and he said, "Damn, Dylan... that's cool of you to admit that. Most guys can't admit they don't know something, most guys bull shit about stuff they don't know anything about. I guess I knew you weren't a genius or something, just a smart kid... knew you weren't an expert on fagdom for sure, it's just that you seem like, ya know... you're a senior and all, and the editor of the school newspaper and... and I guess your opinion is what I need anyway... that's cool. It'll help. I didn't come to you because I thought you were gay, by the way... in fact if I thought you were gay I probably...." I held up my hand again and smiled at my verbose companion, then said, "No, no... I understand. Something occurred to me and even though it's weird that I'd notice something like this, I gotta tell ya about it... it's about your smile... did you know you and your brother have the exact same smile, did ya know that?" Ray gave me a look like what the fuck does that have to do with anything, then he did that shy, little-boy version of the Ellis boys' grin again, the one I've seen Elliot do so often, and mumbled, "I didn't know that, but I'm guessing you just came up with that little gem of information to get me to shut-up?" He chuckled and added, "Am I right? Heh heh... I know I can't stop talking sometimes, but since you mentioned Elliot I gotta say he's one of the reasons I'm wondering about myself being queer." This is hitting awful close to home since I just fucked Elliot last Thursday... the memory of that just now had me adjusting the crotch of my jeans.

Almost afraid to say it, I go, "Elliot's one of the reason you think you may be gay, how's that?" and he used twice as many words as were necessary to tell me about the episode of brother sex that had almost broken-out at the end of last summer. Coincidentally I'd gotten a smidgen of information about this topic from Elliot last week, now I got the whole story. It seems Ray's best friend was into having his younger brother suck his cock . The little brother then got his asshole plugged with big brother's boner. Ray's quite convinced, was adamant in fact, that his friend isn't gay. Not gay, just playing around getting his rocks off... sure he is. The big brother being totally straight is a very dubious possibility, but I didn't say anything. Apparently the kid's little brother was fine with getting fucked and Ray, being a bit of a follower, was talked into getting his own brother involved in a four-way brother-sex-a-thon. Elliot's the older brother in their family of course, but would qualifies as the little brother because of his size... that is, if he'd agree to it. Ray said it would only work for him if he got to play the big brother role to Elliot's little brother one. I had a twinge of jealousy thinking that Chubby could be my little brother and... hmmmm? Or Robby or Dodger even. Maybe I need to get in touch with Ray's friend myself, and then maybe I'm a sex maniac. Maybe I am for real because the memory of my recent fling with Robby in the equipment room had me pulling at my crotch again. Ray stared right at me while I was doing it too.

Anyway, when I'd adjusted my boys sufficiently, Ray went on to explain why it's occurred to him to find a fool-proof method of finding-out if he's gay. There's two reasons actually, it's partly the result of a little tongue action with Elliot and partly because Elliot is hanging with Jay Reeves. Late last summer Ray and his buddy drank some booze, getting a bit wasted in the process, and at home later in his wasted condition Ray thought it would be a good idea to prepare Elliot a little bit for the brother sex and Ray stuck his tongue in Elliot's mouth. Elliot didn't seem to like that, but maybe he was faking it... the real surprise though was that Ray discovered he enjoyed licking Elliot's tongue. He'd started boning-up when he rubbed tongues with his brother and he's been thinking about that for the past six months. So for that reason, and because Elliot is now hanging with a known gay, Jay Reeves, Ray's thinking Elliot's gay and if his brother's gay, maybe it runs in the family, maybe Ray has the gay gene too. He's had this on his mind for some time now and finally worked up the courage to come to someone for advise. Sort of like I started doing with Carl Denton while discovering I was a homo. The rest of the story is that Ray never got a chance to experiment with anything else that involved boy-on-boy behavior because his friend and his friend's little brother got caught in the act of anal intercourse and the older brother is now a student at the Valley Forge Military Academy. That'sbasically the whole story. I was actually a little disappointed in the details because I was hoping for a little extra sexy activity between Ray and another boy. God, I'm such a perv at times. I need to be as mature and responsible as I can possibly be with this situation... this kid trust me, plus I'm kind of flattered he came to me with his concerns. He's not the first kid to come to me for advise, they've been a couple recently. First Elliot and Jay with their asshole phobia problem, then Robby asking if I thought it was possible Dodger and Vinnie were playing with each others pee-pees, and now Ray Ellis is asking my advise on this gay-related matter... damn, when did I get this status as problem-solver or mentor expert or whatever it is these guys think I am?

Finished my smoke I accidentally flicked the butt off Rays backpack, which thankfully he didn't notice... kicking at the butt, I say, "Ray, why haven't you ever asked Elliot to do some brother sex, just him and you... you were gonna do it if your friend and his little brother were involved?" He makes a face and says, "Yuck... I don't wanna do queer stuff, I just happened to like the feel of Elliot's tongue on mine... that's all." He went on to explain, in agonizing detail, that if his friend was showing him and Elliot how to do everything... with all four of them messing around together, it didn't seem like queer stuff to Ray. It seemed like what his friend said it was... brother sexy/messing around for fun and some laughs and getting your rocks offs in the process. It would seem no more serious to him than the youthful circle jerks Ray participated in at age thirteen or fourteen. To Ray, doing something with just one other boy, something he initiated like something sexy between just him and Elliot, would seem queer... but not group stuff. I'm thinking that Ray's rationalization ability is up there with the best of us. But, I'll bet everyone rationalizes things when they need to, not just us teen boys. It seems fairly clear to me that Ray has strong leanings toward homosexuality and he's rejecting most of the obvious indicators because he doesn't want to see himself as a homo. The few leanings that he hasn't rejected resulted in this quest to find some sort of test that spells it out for him.

He undoubtedly wants this so called test to prove he's straight, not prove he's gay. I'm guessing that's his fervent hope... his hope even though everything is pointing to him being gay. It's real hard for some kids to accept that they've been born differently than the vast majority of their peers. I feel bad for Ray, I really do. My next question gave Ray that quizzical look again... I asked, "Do you like brussels sprouts?" He goes, "Fuck no! Dude, they suck." I say, "What do they taste like?" Ray makes a face, shrugs his shoulders and says, "I don't know, cabbage? I'm not eating those little fuckers". I raised my eyebrows and nod my head and say, "See?" He goes, "What...?" and I tell him that probably he's not going to like brussels sprouts when he does eats one, but he won't really know that for a fact until he does... he can't be positive that he doesn't like them until he actually tries one. Ray's no dummy, he says, "So, you're saying I can't be sure I wouldn't like diddling with another boy until I do it and find out for sure." Trying to soften the concept, I say, "It doesn't need to be with Elliot either... and it's just the way I see it and I already told you I don't necessarily know anything about anything. It's only my opinion, no more or less. I'm not telling you to do it, just that it's a good way of helping you decide if it's something you like. And it doesn't mean you're gay even if you do like it, maybe you're bi, lot of guys claim they're bi, you know that." Oh no! I realized I was going off on a Ray-like rant here. I shut up then, and nodded by head slightly, like... that's all I got on the matter. He looked thoughtful and for once stayed silent, thinking about what I just said... I guess.

After a bit, Ray takes a big breath, scrunching his face in the process, his arms out from his body in a big stretch, analyzing things perhaps. As for me, I'm watching his chest expand and his biceps grow, thinking how sexy he is... a tiny vein pulsating at his temple. He mumbles, "I don't know, Dylan... Hey, did you ever try any gay stuff?" I go, "Sure, it was OK, but I'm not about to label myself gay, or bi, or straight just yet". Then I worried he'd ask if I've ever tried sex with a girl... what would I say to that? Lie I guess, or keep it vague. Ray was nodding his head thinking about that while unwrapping a piece of gum. I used this time to wonder why the hell I ever said I'd tried "some gay stuff" in the first place... dammit to hell, I should have said something like "No I haven't, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't" or something like that. Once again I think of the right thing to say when it's too late. Ray, chewing his piece of gum, offered me some and when I took a piece he gave me his little boy shy half-grin and quietly said, "I know this contradicts what I said earlier about doing something... you know, something queer with just one other guy, but would you try some gay sex with me Dylan, as an experiment only.... so I can test your theory? I trust you." My eyes snapped open wide at this shocking proposal. I must have had a weird expression on my face because Ray quickly went into another rambling rant, "Just whatever it was you tried yourself... before what you said with, ya know... a guy or whoever... whoever or whenever you tried it like you said you did!" Me frowning and desperately trying to decide a proper reply, Ray started-up talking again... talking a blue streak. I heard him say, "Um, ah... I don't feel comfortable doing anything with my brother and you're a senior and you said ... tried it... so, ya know..." He continued on and on for another thirty seconds or so with his voice getting weaker and weaker, lower and lower, as he ran out of breath at the end.

Good God! Less than five days after Elliot asked me to fuck him Ray is asking me, as an experiment, to join him in some unspecified gay sex. Since coming out of my coma I've been on a gay sex magic carpet ride. I am out of my coma, right? Ray's tendency to talk in marathon sentences had given me a little time to gather myself and try acting maturely. I warned myself, "Do not jump up and down screaming yes! Yes, I'll have sex with you, you sexy thing... any time, any place, you hottie, you". That's not what I'm going to do or say. Calmly, what I said was, "I don't feel qualified, not totally... but I'd like to try helping you Ray cause I like you and damn, I gotta respect you for having the balls to discuss this kinda, you know... this kinda personal thing with me." Ray put his arm around my shoulders and squeezed, saying, "Elliot's right about you, Dylan... you're rocking dude, thanks." Then he laughed saying, "This is wicked awkward though, huh? The two of us talking about this stuff. I can tell you're not gay, and I'm almost sure I'm not either, but being sixteen is confusing, ain't it? Did you feel that way....? I mean, when you were sixteen, or even fifteen, or I guess the age doesn't necessarily...." I stopped listening. Wow, this kid does likes to filibuster. After a bit I nodded my head and interrupted him again to say, "Yeah, kinda, but ya know, we all do grow-up eventually, but the bottom line is that I'm willing to experiment with you... if you really want to." He immediately goes, "Anybody home at your house this afternoon?"

For real... I can't hardly believe this. It's eerily like me and Carl, me now taking Carl's place and Ray taking mine. Wonder what it is about being senior editor that leads to gay sexual encounters? It's also kinda like, but in a different way, Dodger and Robby in that they're both gay, and I know they both are, but neither of them knows about the other... kinda like these brothers, Elliot and Ray. Thinking about all this I suddenly realize I'm playing with myself again, pocket ball... gotta stop that or I'll scare Ray off. Also, I didn't want to appear too eager so I calmly say, "No, nobody's home during the late afternoons on weekdays, but you and I need to think about this some more before we do anything... OK? Let's think about everything for a couple of days. How 'bout we wait until Thursday before making any decisions. You tell me what you think about the idea then." Ray didn't seem disappointed, in fact he appeared relieved and left me worrying that I'd blown my chance with him. I started thinking he'll surely back-out of this after thinking about the reality of us actually participating in homosexual behavior... yipes! that even sounds scary to me. Ray mumbles, "I sure made the right decision, for once... coming to you, I mean. I don't want to get goofy/corny, but I respect the hell out of you Dylan." He held out his hand and we did the fast handshake-one-arm-hug and pat-on-the-back with me mumbling, "No problem, dude!" Ray took off saying he'd catch me on Thursday. I waved goodbye, again thinking I may have blown that opportunity. In my heart though I knew this course of action is the right one, it makes the most sense and is the responsible thing to do... he's only sixteen years old for god sakes. If he comes back Thursday with the same request... well, hot shit to that! I went looking for Jay, he's my ride home this afternoon.

Jay was in the auditorium rehearsing the high school's musical production of The Sound Of Music ... ugh! I had to sit and watch the rehearsal for half an hour before Jay could get away. The last fifteen minutes of my wait Elliot was with me, his marching band practice got out early today. We whispered back and forth trying not to disturb the performers, but still got a few stern looks from Mrs Cronkite, the faculty adviser for the show. Elliot's short hairs brushed the side of my face as he whispered, "I'm getting that, you know... what do ya call it, that itch to have you and me, you know..." He smells real good, even after marching around blowing a trumpet on the football field for two hours... after all that, he still smells nice. Elliot's got a natural yummy scent, even when perspiring. I read a book for last semester's Senior English class titled The Persian Boy... it's by Mary Renault. The book's about Alexander The Great, an admitted homo, or at least bi-sexual. The story's Historical fiction with emphasis on the historical part and in the story it stated that Alexander had a natural sweet body odor, even after doing battle... that's what I'm talking about here when I refer to how nice a boy smells, it's a gene they have or something. Elliot has it, also both the Dickers brothers and of course, Chubby who smells so good I get boned-up. Willie has more of a sexy odor, I can't describe it any better than that. I whispered back to Elliot, "Any time dude, but I'm gonna need to start charging you for my time, ya dig?" Even Elliot's sharp enough to know this is a joke and he giggled with his great dimples showing... so fucking cute. He whispered back, "When can we, you know...?" I'm thinking, not tomorrow cause Robby and Dodger are coming over for haircuts after school and after that I've got to work at Stop & Shop. Chubby will be home from his window washing job when I get home from work so Elliot couldn't come then. Wednesday... what's happening Wednesday? I say, "Wednesday, I've got an early shift at Stop & Shop so my place at five pm. OK?" He's like, "I'm excited again... and nervous again, but it was so cool last time." I mumble "We're on, I'll tell ya on Wednesday morning what time..." I was back to playing pocket ball again, YES!

This is rocking, and Saturday is my date night with Willie, so I also got that going for me. I'm hoping for a sleep over at his house too... my ass squirmed just thinking about it. I'll be with Robby Friday night, but whether or not we get time alone is the big question. Us guys do lots of stuff in groups, so somehow Robby and I will need to sneak away... yeah, we have to. That fuck in the equipment room has me wanting more, more, more. Damn, my sex life is really hopping and rocking big time! That's my magic carpet ride, dude! Jay drove me home and then drove Elliot and himself to his place to hang out together... that's what they told me anyway, but since they didn't invite me to hang out with them it might be a tad more than hanging out that they're up to, and good for them. I spotted Jack Rollins' car the second I turned around... oh shit! What's he doing here? I took out my cell phone to call Mom, see if she knows why Jake's here, but no, can't do that... Mom gets yelled at by her boss if I call her at work... "major emergencies only, Dylan!" is what my instructions are. Fuck! Instead of going inside my condo, I walked up the block smoking a cigarette to kill some time. The cigarette was giving me a headache but I need it because there's so much going on right now, some real good things and some not so good, the not so good is named Jake. It took twenty minutes to walk to the convenience store, buy an six pack of strawberry/kiwi Snapple, and slowly walk back to the condo. Jake's car is still there. Reluctantly I climbed the steps to the condo's front door and tried the knob... it's open. Jake is inside I guess. I scrunch up my nose thinking, "Wait a minute, is Mom off work today? Could they be in there doing the nasty together? God, I hope not or I'll be hurling all over the condo". I pushed the door open and... no Jake. Putting the Snapple in the refrigerator I hear some noise from the finished basement and, with trepidation, go down to check it out... there's Jake building shelves in the washer/dryer area. He turns around and says, "Well if it isn't the sexy puppy himself, wassup?"

Jake is looking good, I hate to say it but it's true. His face was mature, but yet somehow still boyish. He was bare chested, I could see he'd lost a little weight so his body was tight and white... the kind of white skin that redheads often have, a few freckles on his shoulders. Hairless chest, just a wispy red-haired happy trail from his belly button downward, disappearing into his nylon sweat pants. Nice muscle definition, strong looking but not in a grotesque way like some body builders. The sweatpants he was wearing outlined a really nice looking ass that I consciously didn't look at after that first quick glance... same for his package in front, looks like he packing a big one. Jake is a good looking dude alright, my Mom and Tris think he's the cutest thing they've ever seen... and he's definitely younger looking than his age which I think is twenty-eight or there about. Like I said before, he's too young for my Mom and too old for me, but he won't stop coming around. He'd just gotten a short haircut that further enhanced his youthful appearance and, damn! that haircut looked cool and made me wish Willie would change his mind about our long hairdos. I gotta agree that most gay guys and straight women will think Jake's hot and I guess he is, but I just don't like him... he makes me nervous and intimidates the hell out of me. I stood-up to him that one time, but it was only because I felt I'd got the goods on him when he drunkingly kissed me.

To Jake's, "wassup?" I mumbled a stuttering, "Wha...? I mean, you... you're suppose to be here?" He shakes his head and sarcastically says, "Oh no, phatboy, I'm breaking and entering so I can build these fucking storage shelves for your mother... that what ya think, Stinky?" I go, "Oh, I knew you didn't break in, I just didn't expect ya, that's all". He put the power screwdriver on the washing machine and leaned back with his arms folded across his chest. "Let me ask you something, moptop. What's with the girlie long hair? Ya used to have a nice neat haircut, ya want me to cut that shit for you? I don't know anything about cutting hair but I found those barber things over there and anything I did with your hair would be an improvement". Jake was pointing to the satchel I keep my barber clippers, scissors, and combs in. This is weird. Trying to sound indignant, I say "That satchel was in the bottom drawer of my desk, in my bedroom... what were you doing in there and what's the satchel doing down here?" He makes a face and goes, "Jesus Christ, drop the drama queen act... I was looking for some power tools." Nodding his head at the power screwdriver he says, "Had to drive to Lowes to buy that, don't ya got any tools in the house?" I shook my head "no" and sounding whinny even to myself, I asked, "Why's that satchel down here, it don't have any power tools in it?" His face got taut and red as he slowly walked over to me, kept coming until he was infringing on my space, and he says, "You obviously don't use the barber stuff yourself, not with this long hair ya got here. This hairdo looks like you're living in the fucking nineteen eighties or something" and he ran his fingers back from my forehead into my hair and took a big handful of it to jerk my head forward, close to his face. I went, "OW! That hurts!" Holding the fistful of hair even tighter he ignored my complaint of pain and in a stilted, exaggerated, manner says, "You don't use the barber stuff, obviously, so I was going to ask your mother if I can have it for my Scout Troop. We sometimes give the boys buzzcuts at summer camp. Is that OK with you, Whiny?" another pull on my hair makes me go "OW OW! Stop... I do so use those clippers. I use that stuff to cut my friend's hair... those things are mine and Chubby's anyways, not my Moms". Jake appeared to be slowly forcing himself to calm down, our faces were close together as one of my blond, pulled-out hairs drifted between us with both of our eyes following it down. His fist still holding the fistful of hair, he deliberately began letting up the pressure and breathing more regularly. Jake finally appeared to be getting control of himself.

I stared at him as he stared at me and his expression gradually came back to normal. Finally, maybe twenty seconds of scary silence later, he released my hair altogether and rubbed my head with his hand and then massaged it with both hands as I stupidly stood there. "Jesus, hot stuff, that's the silkiest hair I've ever felt. OK, the barber tools are yours... so I won't ask your Mom about letting me have them. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He turned around and fitted a top piece on the shelving unit he was building... it looked like a very professional finished carpentry job to me. I stood there, my heart pounding and my scalp aching in the front where he'd pulled my hair. Absently finger-combing my hair where Jake has mussed it I took a big breath and worked up the courage to say, "You shouldn't treat me that way, Jake... it ain't right, man. You hurt me, and for no reason." Over his shoulder he says, "I'm sorry, Dylan... I was just messing with ya, that's all. Don't tell your Mommy on me, little girl... OK?" My face was hot and I didn't like that little girl reference one bit. Gaining a little confidence from his half-assed apology, I go, "You're a psycho...ya know that? You should seek some fucking professional help." Jake kept working without speaking so I felt I'd better quit while I'm sort of ahead... you know, getting in the last word. I climbed the steps and went outside for another cigarette. When I'm stressed it's the first thing I think of now... have a smoke. I smoked my Marlboro Light, got the mail out of the mailbox, sauntered inside the condo and went directly into my room. That fucking Jake... maybe I would tell my Mom. Nah, I'm no baby and plus it could lead to other things. Things like the revelation I'm gay, or something. I played with my computer a while and then lay on my bed thinking I'd jerk-off as soon as the asshole leaves. It looked to me like he was almost done the shelving unit a half hour ago. Then my door is pushed slowly open and Jake comes in with the satchel in his hand. I think, "uh-oh!"

Back to using a sarcastic tone in his voice, Jack says, "Well homopussy, here's your precious barber stuff" and he throws the bag against the bottom of my desk drawer... the clippers fly out and the various length comb attachments fly around the room. "Oops, so sorry... it slipped. I'm clumsy, but us psychos are known for being clumsy, right Pookie?" I was scared of him, he's unbalanced... how come my Mom doesn't notice that? I meekly say, "I'll get them... don't worry about it." He starts to leave, shakes his head and turns around to snarl, "Nobody talks to be like that, calling me a psycho. You skinny spoiled brat, who the fuck do you think you are?" He was getting all worked up again so I just stared at him... probably I looked like a deer in the headlights. "You think you're special, is that it faggot?" and he came over to my bed and roughly pulled me off the bed, got me turned around so my back was against his chest, my arms wrapped tight to my sides. Jake leaned over to talk right into my ear, "You need to be taken down a peg or two, little girl. You need a good fucking is what you need, get your pussy all filled up with some manly cock, not that little boy cock your skinny boyfriend has... if he even has a cock". I mumbled, "Jake, OK... I'm sorry I called you a name. I was mad about my stuff being moved, that's all... let me go." He licked my ear and then a long lick on my neck behind my ear, going "Mmmmm, whoa, you taste good sweetie". I tried moving my head away while whining, "I just got out of the hospital last week, you know that. I'm not suppose to be doing rough-housing stuff, or anything..." He goes, "I know you're fully recovered, ya liar. Your Mom's my girlfriend for Christ sakes... I have to hear about every little thing you do. She never stops talking about ya, I know when you go poo poo or pee pee" he put his tongue in my ear. I start squirming for real now and he whips my body around, pulling me off my feet while still holding me in the bear hug... my arms still pinned to my side, I'm struggling but it's futile. He's very strong and scary.

After a bit more effort I'm out of breath and need to relax in his grip to rest. He's sounding shrilly excited when he says, "You got me really horny now Dylan, there's no use me trying to avoid it... you and me are doing it here and now and the hell with the consequences. I'm like, "You'll go to jail for this, it's not as simple as a drunken kiss ya know!" Seemingly rational in what he says, but sounding like he's on drugs, he goes, "You're eighteen, you're gay and you've definitely been sucking cock and getting fucked for a year now... I saw the way you two boys were going at it behind the refreshment stand." I frantically say, "It's still rape, Jake... you'll be fucked..." He starts kissing the side of my face and I start struggling with all my might again, kicking at his shins and ankles, throwing my head back towards his face trying to hit his nose or chin. He gets wicked pissed when I finally do connect with his nose... it was a hard blow with the back of my head and it hurt him. Jake is much stronger than me though and he literally throws me on the bed... then with shocking quickness he grads my left hand with both of his and bends it back toward my wrist... the pain was immediate and incredible... I stopped all movement to concentrate on the pain... a pain so bad I couldn't even cry out. This was an incapacitating hold, I was completely at his mercy. He didn't seem to have much mercy at the moment though as he maintained the pressure, tears running down my face. I was finally able to say, "Please, you don't need to do this...". He said, "Yes, I do... and we're doing it. You can be part of it the easy way or the hard way, what's it going to be stud?" He was sounding more normal again, although this was hardly normal behavior. I said nothing because I'm not cooperating with him... I was resigned to the pain. After a bit, he mumbled, "The hard way, OK... fine with me. Get up."

"No" is all I could manage to say. He put the tiniest extra pressure on my hand and the pain level in my wrist soared upward. I realized I couldn't fight the pain so I struggled off the bed and stood bending forward at my waist with my tortured arm behind me. Jake only needed one hand to apply the pressure now that I was standing, so with the other hand he reached in front to unsnap my jeans and pull them down, first below my balls in front, and then in back, below my ass. He said, "Pull your pants down further, then get your underwear down" and he put more pressure on my wrist. Guess I wasn't resigned to the pain after all... without saying anything, I did what I was told. He said, "I'm going to let-up the pressure some so you can turn around and get on your knees... if you give me any shit I'll just reapply the pressure, got it?" I managed to say a strained "Yeah" and was I ever looking forward to that release of pressure he mentioned, looking forward to it so much a sob slipped out. Jake said, "you're the one who wanted it the hard way, Slim... not me" and he let up quite a bit, more tears rolled down my face, tears of relief this time. It wasn't a boo-hooing kind of crying thing, just tears coming out on their own. I slowly turned around with my hand still in Jake's grip, "Down on your knees and take it out" It was awkward getting down with my pants just below my knees, but I managed. His sweat pants didn't have a zipper at the fly, instead there were a number of snaps which I got apart and then I put my hand inside there trying to get inside his boxer shorts fly opening. Yuck, I felt it, a fat, long, mostly boned-up cock with a large helmet shaped head, very large. It was difficult getting that big hunk of meat out past both fly openings because of it's boned condition, but I managed that too. It was big! "In it goes, skeeter... suck it nice now, no teeth. You've sucked a lot of cock, I'm guessing... so make it good".

Normally I like sucking cock, but that's when I'm sucking young cocks, not my Mom's boyfriend's cock. There were a number of long red pubic hairs on it, pulled out during my efforts to free that dragon snake from his pants maybe... they were sticking to the bulbous head of his seven inch cock and I had to deal with them before putting it in my mouth. The delay got me a smack across the back of my head and I heard tweedy bird for a second there and saw a few starts too, get moving, kid!" After quickly brushing the pubes off I covered my teeth with my lips and took his cock into my mouth, it was a mouthful alright. Jake moved his hips sliding that fat cock back and forth, then sideways and all around... it grew even larger and I gagged every time it poked at the back of my throat. After a minute he goes, "Suck it, dummy". It was nerve racking not knowing when the next painful shot was coming or where it might land, I did the best I could with that monster while all the time mainly worried he'd put the hard pressure back on my wrist. Three or four minutes, with Jake going, "Mmmmm, oh yeaaaaah, suck my cock... you like it don't ya, Dylan? Suck that big cock..." No pain to speak of from the wrist and my head had cleared-up so I kept sucking until I felt and tasted precum drooling at the back of my throat... Jake's precum, gross! He felt it too and says, "Reach in my pocket... on that side, and get the condom, you're gonna get the fuck of your life now, poopsie". My heart beat picked-up, this big thing up my ass might be more than I can take.

Thinking about that painful experience with the Marine a year or so ago, I tried reasoning with Jake one more time, "Please Jake, no rape... you'll ruin your life, man. Jail and all that... please". He calmly said, "I'm not worried about it because I don't believe you'll tell anyone about this, spunky... and if you do it's one adult's word against another. Oh, and I'm taking a little of your creamy juice with me for DNA purposes. Just to prove you climaxed too... what do ya think about that, wiseguy?" He seemed so sure of himself, but I got a topper for him, I go, "I hate to break the news to you Jake, but you fucking me isn't going to make me cum" and then I got infuriated about this whole thing and yelled, "Maybe I'll vomit, but I sure as hell ain't gonna cum... what do you think about that?!" Jake actually laughed, then said, "You'll be cumming like never before, fag boy. You don't know shit about real homo action, you're playing at being gay with that sweet looking little boyfriend of yours... you both are like a couple of girls". I screamed, "We are not! Willie's got a longer dick than you do, psycho!" He laughed again and says, "Good to know, I'll be sure and mention that to the police you're going to call on me... you know, Einstein, to demonstrate to them how you confide in me about your boyfriend, us being good sex buddies and all. You're so naive it's pathetic... just shut-up, OK!"

My tears had stopped, but now perspiration was running down my face as Jake maneuvered me up onto my feet. I couldn't stop staring at that large cock, a big lead boner dripping with my saliva pointing upward, the large dark red helmet head extended past his belly button, the shaft blocking out his happy trail... all in all, looking way too big to fit up my ass. But it's hopeless, I can't stop this, I'm resigned to getting fucked by Jake Rollins. He had me use my teeth to tear open the condom wrapper I'd just retrieved from his pocket, and then he slid it on that big cock of his with one hand... it was a tight fit over the head and barely covered two thirds of that pulsating organ. He leaned around and wiped the lube from the condom on his fingers up my ass crack and then fingered my hole, pushing in with the tip of one finger muttering, "Tight..." Wiped his fingers on my T shirt to get the remaining lube off he said, "I've been wanting to do this to you from that first day I saw your pretty baby face and that matching pretty bubble butt of yours. As you surely know by now, I fly round-trip, both ways... and you're about to find out I know how to please moving in this particular direction." Feeling slightly sick to my stomach, but not afraid anymore because, like I said, I'm resigned to it. I won't participate though, no helping and no more trying to stop him either, get it over with... a great hate of him has crowded my mind creating an I don't give a shit what you do attitude. Mostly I was concentrating on my revenge and I thought of my boyfriend Robby who almost caused Joel's death removing the axle pin of his ride-on mower last summer. Robby did it because he loves me and wanted to protect me from that maniac Joel. But this deal, this I want to handle myself. Jake is right about one thing, I'm not telling anybody he raped me. I'm not for the same reason many woman don't tell that they've been raped... it's because it would just make a horrid situation even worse. I'll still be raped whether I tell about it or not so why add-on all the other humiliation. Humiliation like Jake revealing how I tolerated his previous offensive behavior, including that drunken kiss last summer without telling anyone, and the humiliation of admitting my sexual activities with Willie which Jake would surely bring-up, the humiliation of everyone knowing I was fucked by Jake in the first place, and other things that a police investigation will likely turn-up. It would definitely involve Willie and probably Robby, maybe other boys and I'm not gone to take that chance. No... Jake won't have the police to worry about, he'll have me to worry about and probably he won't think he needs to worry about me, which is what I'm depending on.

While I was pumping myself up with these thoughts of revenge, Jake has been fumbling with his pants. He's obviously decided he wants them down like mine rather than have that huge cock sticking out through his fly. He continued to lightly bend my hand back toward my wrist, but not to the real painful level, it just hurt a little... enough to hold my attention. Satisfied his pants were where he wanted them he says, "Fun, huh? Gotta admit kid, ya got me really hot to trot... OK, lay across the bed" and he lowered me there, guided by my captured hand. As soon as my belly hit the bed he let go of my hand and, as he'd done earlier, he grabbed a fistful of my hair... god dammit, Willie's long hair style provides a perfect way to hold me in place. Jake couldn't have grabbed my flattop hair. "Get your ass up some Dylan, take this like a man... don't embarrass yourself." I lifted my ass slightly and he yanked on my hair saying, "Don't piss me off again, sweetie... get it up more..." so I put my ass up higher expecting a spanking, but Jake wasn't into that. He spread my legs and pushed the head of that big pole against my little asshole... my precious erogenous anus. Using the handful of hair Jake really had my head pulled back much like I'd done to Robby's head in the equipment room's little lavatory. Frankly I was surprised at the patience Jake was exhibiting getting his cock inside me... he was applying subtle pressure at my hole, not abrupt penetration which might tear my sphincter muscle, or worse. I could feel myself slowly opening-up back there and it was burning too... that's not really surprising considering the size of Jake's cock.

My anus was soon open enough to take in the first, more pointed, part of that swollen cock head, and then it started sliding in more... and then it was totally inside me and I go "Owwww that hurts...." Jake was breathing loudly through his nose, not saying anything, but he still wasn't forcing the issue. More patience, waiting for my sphincter muscle to accommodate this intrusion. I felt so opened-up, so spread out, so filled-up. The hurt faded and with gentle pressure Jake coaxed his large member past my anus into my rectum, a quarter inch at a time at first... then soon it was going smoother and the feeling of having a large weight inside me began replacing the pain. I grunted softly and as he pushed inside me I pushed my ass up and spread my legs further apart to make the passage easier... I know, I said I wasn't going to help, but doing those things was helping me.

Jake stopped when he had about five of his seven-plus inches inside me and I heard him let out a large exhale, then ask, "You doing OK, Dylan?" I said, "No... stop this!" he pulled on my hair halfheartedly and said, "You'll enjoy it before it's over, hot stuff" then resumed plowing slowly up my ass. He'd waited plenty long enough and the going was easier now. I felt the tickle of his considerable red bush on my buttocks and then the tickling faded as his large balls lay against both buttocks. His groin tight against my ass cheeks, Jake's enormous cock was completely inside my body and with very little pain, so he sure knows what he's doing. No pain, but it wasn't giving me the thrill of sensations that I get when Willie fucks me. All those hot sensitive spots in my ass usually have me groaning and moaning in pleasure. Thinking to myself I told that bastard he couldn't make me cum, I'm not even slightly aroused, my dick is soft, so fuck you loser... sample of my cum, no way! Then he began pulling that fat boner back out and it started feeling better than anything I've ever felt in my life. That huge boner was hitting all the hot spots at the same time. I stifled a moan and put the back of my index finger between my teeth. Oh my God, that big cock of his feels fantastic. Jake knew exactly what he was doing, taking it slow at first and using that extra lubed condom, and still pulling his boner back slowly until it was almost out, then sliding it smoothly all the way back in. I go, "Ahhhh oh oh oh" and Jake says, "What an ass you got here, kid... awesome" and he took a huge inhale, pulled almost all the way out again and then pushed it in faster. I started wiggling my ass around, nothing can feel better than this... but I'm wrong there. Jake let go of my hair, he knew I wasn't going anywhere, grabbed me at both hips and picked my pelvic section up off the mattress a few inches which changed the angle of penetration and he began a smooth, quick-paced, thrusting using all the seven-plus inches of boner at his disposal. My cock started getting hard and I couldn't even pretend this wasn't the most erotic feeling I'd ever felt. The way he moved his hips driving that big fucker up my ass was fantastic. Every hump into me was so firm I felt my body dip an inch even with Jake holding me up with both his powerful hands. As he pulled back my pelvic area would rise back to it's previous position, then the solid thrust forward into me again and I'd dip and inch or so again, and back up, and dip down, and the ride continued, moaning with pleasure ... what an awesome sensation.

Every thrust into my ass I went "Ahhh" and every withdrawal I went "Oh oh oh" as he pulled that organ of his out to my spincter muscle, then immediately slid it back till his nuts bounced off the bottom of my buttocks, over and over... my cock was so hard the skin on the head felt like it would split, that's the way it gets when I'm super aroused, precum drooling, literally drooling from my pee slit. "Ahhh" "Oh oh oh" "Ahh ah" Oh oh oh oh" It changed to "Ahh yeahhh" and "Oh oh yes Oh!" After his comment about my ass, Jake made no sounds except grunting and heavy breathing... the grunting and heavy breathing though could only be interpreted as pleasure sounds, he was as aroused as I was. I felt my balls tightening up, getting ready to spew up some spunk... quite a bit of it if the weight of my nuts was any indicator. Jake now grunted out a few words, "You just about there, kid, cause I'm right on the edge of popping off... here, stand up"... he got be around the chest with both hands and lifted me off the bed. My feet didn't touch the floor initially... his cock fully in me throughout the move. Now standing, Jake's thrusts hit new sensitive spots as the angle of penetration had changed again. I was leaning back against Jake as his hip movement created a quick piston effect with that monstrous cock driving straight into my hole now... in and out, in and out, in and out. The smoothness and rhythm of his hip-thrusts made a memory whiz past my consciousness... my Mom has said what a great dancer Jake is and this hip movement was definitely like a fast dance move. All the way up my hole and then out again, wet now all around the area making a "spap" sound every time his groin smacked against by ass, "spap", "spap", "spap"... Jake grunting with the effort and me going "Ah!" "Oh Oh Ah" it felt so fucking good.

Saliva running down the side of my mouth as I moaned with pleasure, rolling my head against Jake's shoulder, the side of his face rubbing my ear. I was up on my toes pushing back on his boner with each thrust, babbling my mantra "Ahhh ha yeahhh" and "Oh Oh yessss, Oh"... Simply the most amazing feeling I've ever felt. All around my groin, my anus and rectum, especially my rectum... I can't even begin to explain how that cock of his filled me up and hit every spot that gives pleasure, fantastic! My boner was so hard now it stood straight out from my shaved groin and that rarely happens with a six inch cock... usually it's pointing up, not straight out. I'd been feeling like it was time to climax for the past two or three minutes and then it just happened. With Jake loosely holding me around the belly, his hands clasped together there... more like him holding me up than anything else. I had my hands holding onto his wrist as he grunted and noisily breathed through his nose, all the time fucking my ass almost too fast to count the thrusts. Right on the edge, needing to cum more than ever before in my life, and then the rush began... cum flying up from my balls, I squealed while bouncing back off Jake's body, my shoulders were spazing as my cock began shooting seven-inch thin streams of cum, hard streams that shot out about a foot before heading downward to land on my bedspread... each string of cum felt so good coming-out I squealed with each one, "Eeeee" sounds... it was extraordinary! I've never climaxed like that before. Three, four, five strings shooting out of my hard, hard cock. It burned and, at the same time, it felt better than anything could feel... then another hard squirt and another "Eeee", each ejaculation caused me to clamp down my sphincter muscle on Jake huge boner. With my fifth shot Jake shook all over, shaking my whole body in the process and in a low husky voice he goes, "Jesus fucking Christ... oh my god..." and he shook all over again, filling up his condom. I let go of Jake's arm and began stoking my cock... ohhh, did it feel so good... then the after shock had me shivering all over, my toes curling, my head involuntarily bobbing around, my eyes blinking. Then this luscious feeling down my thighs and all around my ass and crotch. Finally I was as limp as a dishrag in Jake's arms...

Jake pumped my hole slowly just a couple of times more and then, while pulling out of me, he's going, "Lord have mercy... you got yourself one fine ass there, Dylan." I couldn't speak if I want to and I didn't want to anyway. I'd never before had this feeling of being so wide open back there, wide open... and there was no cum rolling out of me like usual either... totally new feeling. Jake pulled away from me and I fell forward on my bed, avoiding two strings of cum on my bedspread as I fell. The wonderful feeling faded fast because my brain took back control from my dick and reminded me I'd just been raped. Frankly I was weak with it all and couldn't work up the rage I needed to have... I also refused to dwell on the fabulous way my entire body had felt just a minute ago. Mostly I felt empty. Jake was in my bathroom, the toilet flushed, then the tap water was on... he was cleaning-up, getting ready for his evening I guess. I hear, "Dylan, ya mind if I use your comb?" He's just raped me, but he ask permission to use my comb... I said nothing, tried to work-up some rage instead, but still couldn't. He comes out all put together and sits on the bed next to me. "I know that was the best fuck you've ever had, but I'm not going to make you admit that... come to think of it, it's one of the best fucks I've ever had too and I don't mind admitting it. And, I also know you hate me for punking you out, but there isn't anything I can do about that now. Another thing I know is that you aren't going to tell anybody about this because, frankly, you couldn't take the backlash that making this public would generate. If it makes it any better, I feel like a real shit for doing this to you, and I really do like you, kid... but, I don't know Dylan, there's something so fucking attractive about you I lost control. I'm not blaming you, dude... but Jesus kid, you're a hottie... you gotta know that, I'm god damn sure your skinny boyfriend knows it" He pokes me gently in the side as I lay there on my belly, my head encircled by my arms, "You awake, sexy?" I muttered, "Just leave, will ya..." He goes, "Listen, a couple of promises for you... One, I'll never lay another finger on you, ever. I scratched my Dylan itch big time with this and I'm an adult who can admit I made a mistake, I won't make another one. That's a promise kid, I mean it. The other thing is this... I owe ya one. If you get in a jam sometime, get in over your head with something a little shady or illegal, or whatever the fuck... someone's terrorizing you or threatening you... anything you can't handle, anytime you don't know who to go to for help... ya got me kid, That's the one I owe you. And, without getting specific, I got the kind of contacts that can handle any situation... it ain't legal, but it's wicked effective... trust me."

That was a helluva long speech and I tried to remember all of it because at this moment I have no idea what my revenge, or whatever, is going to be. I was totally drained though, exhausted from the tension created by Jake the last hour or so, the fright, and finally the fear of the rape and then the actual rape... sure it felt super there for awhile, but it was done against my wishes and like Jake said, I feel punked-out real bad... and that makes me feel like a punk, a piece of meat. I don't know, I've got to do a lot more thinking about this disgusting experience. Jake was leaving, but I could tell he was still standing at the door to my bedroom. He coughed, then said, "There's no reason to be down on yourself, Dylan, remember that... I'm the low life in this, not you. Hey, I'm really sorry I did that... my plan was different. I thought I could win you over slowly, but you're so hot kid, and let's face it, you're a bit of a smart-ass too, rejecting me so out-of-hand like you do, I don't know... I lost it today. A card with my cell phone number is on the toilet tank lid... when you need Batman and Robin wrapped-up in one, call me and whatever you need is what you'll get... and we both know I'm not talking about anything to do with sex. I already gave you my word on that... I gotta go now" and he left.

I lay in bed for a long time and, finally realizing I was crying, shook myself to get control and then staggering off the bed and, in a fog, stripped the bed completely and took the linens downstairs to put everything in the washing machine. As I did that I glanced at the really nice shelving unit my rapist had made. He must have been a carpenter sometime in his life except he isn't old enough to have had two careers already. Fuck him... Back in my room I showered and washed my hair twice thinking how grateful I was that he'd used a condom... the thought of his bare-skin cock touching my hole and.... oh, fuck that too. Naked, I made up the bed, then put on some pajamas and climbed inside the clean, crisp sheets and cried a little bit more, again feeling sorry for myself... then I fell asleep and didn't dream. Chubby woke me an hour later, he was frantic, "What the fuck you doing in bed, Dylan? When I walked in the condo I couldn't find you... it scared the hell out of me. I'm looking downstairs and all over, I looked in here but not in your fucking bed, I looked at your desk. Then looking for a note or something, finally I checked in here again and I got so scared all over again, ya know... seeing you there in bed with PJs on. It's ten minutes after six... what's wrong? God dammit, you're always scaring me". I wasn't mad at him for yelling, I know he was yelling because he was afraid something else had happened to me... well, it had, but I'm not telling him about it. I said, "I was feeling beat-up, guess I'm not completely recovered from the coma and my first day back to school and all... you know."

Chubby was taking off his shoes as I told him that bullshit lie. He said, "No, I don't know. Scoot over... you tell me so many fucking lies I don't know anything anymore, any one of those lies would cause a polygraph machine to explode, for christ sakes..." I had to grin at his outrageousness, when I moved over he got under the covers with all his clothes on and got his arms around my neck pulling my head to his until his forehead was against mine, he whined, but talked fast too, "You've got to stop scaring the shit out of me like this. I thought you were in another coma because you're never in bed at six-fucking-o'clock! I was afraid you had a fucking relapse, ya know?" I stared into his eyes, there were tears forming there. He swallowed hard and said, "See what you do to me with your accidents, your illnesses, your comas... do you see how upset I am. Dylan, it's you and me... everyday of our lives, it's you and me. I threw-up every morning when you were in the hospital. I'd wake up in that bed next to you and check you only to discover you were still in that fucking coma and I'd go throw-up in the fucking toilet every morning for ten days... I hated you for not getting better." He had tears running down his face now. This must be his delayed reaction, my Mom said Chubby had never cried or appeared concerned about my accident, or my coma. She thought it indicated how positive he was that I'd get better, but what it really meant was he couldn't deal with the possibility of me not being with him every day... he was in denial. I said, "Don't cry Chubby, I'll start crying too if you keep doing it." All our lives, well mostly as little kids, if one of us got hurt and started crying, the other started crying in sympathy. He said, "Go ahead and start because I'm feeling these tears are giving me relief from pent-up worries about you, it's your fault ya know... you're the crier, I'm just pissed-off that you're always in danger, or going to the hospital, or in a coma, or some such shit." His logic was getting goofy and I could sense we were getting over the serious part of his breakdown so I said, "Chubby, I seem to recall you spending a day in the hospital after we both got our asses kicked by the Chavez brothers, I'm not the only one... and anyway, I need some loving from you so would you please stop crying and go in the kitchen and make your fabulous home made chicken soup for dinner, and when it's ready come back and feed it to me here in bed?" He looked outraged, "Are you out of your fucking mind? Feed it to you?" He was quickly getting over his crying jag now. I got a pathetic look on my face and said, "Please, Chubby" Getting out of bed he rustled the covers in an exaggerated manner saying, "I'll make the fucking soup, but I'm not feeding it to you in bed." As he was walking out of my bedroom I said, "Use the chicken thighs, they're the tastiest part of a chicken." Halfway down the hall he yells back, "You'll get whatever's in the freezer." It felt so surreal to me then in the quiet bedroom... such a short period of time in my life and I had made a journey from the horror of Jake Rollins to the beauty and love of Chubby's friendship of a lifetime.

Laying in bed listening to Chubby banging around in the kitchen I realized I didn't want to mope in bed any longer, and I especially didn't want to think about what to do about the Jake Rollins rape either... I'll think about that later. I want to be with Chubby. He'd picked-up my self image tremendously with that out-pouring of affection and I needed to be with him for some more of it. It might not seem like an out-pouring of affection to outsiders, but I recognized that it was and I felt so good about it... really, really good about it. I got out of bed, put on a bathrobe, and with bare feet padded into the kitchen. Chubby was opening a cardboard container of Stop & Shop's Nature Promise brand of Organic Chicken Broth while singing along with a song on the radio. It was the rock group Snow Patrol's song Crack The Shutters ... at the chorus part, Chubby was singing... Crack the shutters open wide, I want to bathe in the light of day .... he sang on with the group even after the chorus was done. He's got a really good singing voice but is self conscious about singing in front of anyone except me. Looking up to see me, he smiled and sang louder. I know the words and I could have joined in except I can't sing nearly as good as Chubby and it would ruin the sound. I like the song... I liked the sentiment, I needed that kind of feeling about bathing in the light of day, that sounds like a positive frame of mind and not about being gloomy or down in the dumps or depressed. I need to keep my head up in the aftermath of that horrific Jake experience. It don't matter how good it felt during the fuck, it was against my will and that's what matters. Jake knows it was wrong, he admitted it. What the hell...! I said I wasn't going to think about that stuff now.

The song finished as I was climbing onto one of the kitchen bar stools at the kitchen counter to watch Chubby put the soup together... one of the same backless stools I use when giving haircuts to the Dickers brothers... the haircutting is done downstairs though, not in the kitchen. I say, "Chubby, you sing good, dude" and he goes, "I know that, but I'll bet you didn't know that the average man's penis is three times the length of his thumb?" I go, "Yeah, I did... you told me before". Chubby ignores that and opens a package of Lipton Soup Secrets's Noodle Soup made with real chicken broth. It's a dry soup mix that you're suppose to add water to, but Chubby adds it to the Organic Chicken Broth making that richer tasting... and saltier. The comment about a guys pecker being three times as long as the guy's thumb had me wondering if Chubby, Dodger and Robby had one inch thumbs... not that I'd say anything like that out loud. I asked, "What kind of chicken was in the freezer?" Chubby mumbles, "Chicken thighs naturally, your favorite. Your mother spoils you." I'm like, "Hey, it's my fucking condo, what kind of chicken's in your freezer?" Chubby strains the dried soup mixture through a strainer to eliminate the tiny noodles... later he'll add wide egg noodle to the broth, we like them better. Chubby says, "We got chicken breast in our freezer cause they're better than thighs". He sifts just the yellow power from the dry soup into the pot with the broth and then adds five skinless chicken thighs and half an onion. Turns on the stove and covers the pot so it can all simmer for an hour. Chubby looks up at me, reaches over and squeezes my hand, saying "Let's do our homework while this cooks" and that's what we did.

An hour or so later Chubby took the thighs out of the pot and forked the tender meat off the bones, discarded the bones and sinew, cut the onion into pieces, and added the wide noodles along with sliced carrots and celery... those items will cook with the soup for ten minutes. We ate the soup from large soup bowls, our drink for the evening was my Strawberry/Kiwi Snapple which went perfectly with the soup, let's face it, it goes perfectly with everything... we also had buttered French rolls. The flavor from the two types of chicken broth combined with natural flavor from the chicken thighs made a very satisfying soup indeed and the tender pieces of chicken where very yummy. I said, "This soup sucks, Chubby... what the fuck did ya do wrong?" and he's like "Fuck you then, don't eat it... here give me yours" and I'm like, "Get the fuck away from my soup, I'm still recovering from that coma" and Chubby's like, "I'm so sick of hearing about that fucking coma..." We're grinning at each other to beat the band. I love him so much. We get in our F-bomb frame of mind at times because we think it's fun to say "fuck" in ever sentence and we break each other's balls with insincere insults to show we love each other, love like brothers love. After finishing the rest of our homework it was outside to smoke a cigarette and talk about unimportant stuff, goof around with each other. Then a little TV until, around ten o'clock, Chubby felt real tired and he went up to his place for bed. Back in my bed I thought about the rape... what to do?

Where is my rage? Am I such a slut that a guy can rape me and I don't care as long as it's the best fuck I ever had? Is that really me? Damn, maybe the way he sincerely apologized is why I'm not in a rage. I think I know what's going on here... it's that I actually do believe him, I believe that he'll never bother me again. Do I really believe that though? Yes, I actually do... and I believe he owes me one too. And I also believe he knows nefarious individuals that can get just about anything done a person needed getting done... assuming one needed to go outside the law to accomplish some goal they might have, some revengeful goal perhaps... like punishing Joel and almost killing him. Hmmmm, I hope I'm never in another situation like that Joel fiasco where I need the kind of help Jake is talking about, but it feels kinda cool to know where to go if I do need it. But still, I should be more pissed at Jake than I feel... wassup with that? Maybe it's Chubby coming in and reacting like he did... that was the perfect antidote to the depressing feelings I was having about my own self image, absolutely the perfect remedy for me. A total coincidence of course, Chubby didn't have any idea, but it helped me tremendously. Then I laughed out loud for a second... Chubby saying my lies would cause a polygraph machine to explode.. ha ha. Oh well, OK... everything considered it's best that I'm letting this go, letting it go with the assumption Jake was sincere about the promises he made me, especially the one about leaving me alone. If he's good to his word, it'll all fade away.

Satisfied I'd made the best decision I could under the circumstances, and those circumstances include keeping Willie and Robby out of this, which wouldn't be possible it I went to the police because Jake would mention Willie and one thing leads to another, and before you know what happened it's turned into a disaster ya can't recover from. OK... I'll live with it, except.... jeez, this Saturday when Willie fucks me will I yawn and ask him, is that all ya got, dude? That won't be a good thing. Thinking about it I concluded that Willie fucking me wasn't gonna be nearly as intense as the rape with Jake's big pole and all, but I just got a stiffy thinking about Willie's long dick anyway, so I don't really foresee any let down in my enjoyment with Willie. In fact, just thinking about Willie got me hot and that's even though I had the fuck of my life five hours ago. I love Willie and I hate Jake so there isn't going to be any problem, the love/hate thing evens the score. Hell, it makes Willie the landslide winner actually. How long ago was I chuckling about Ray's rationalization powers... Ha! he don't have nothing on me, but I still think I'm making the right decision here... let it be. Let it be? isn't that an old Beatles song? I fell asleep thinking about the Dickers boys coming for haircuts after school tomorrow and trying to think up a plan that would make it possible for me to give Robby another good fucking... hmmmm?

Tuesday flew by at school. I saw Connor Neary in the hall on my way out the front door and he had a joke for me, as usual. Connor's taller than me so he leaned down to tell me the joke quietly, his long dark hair brushing my nose, it smelled really clean and nice. I stared at his cute lips that always formed a grin, his super white teeth and pink tongue looked so inviting I wanted to lick them. Connor held me in place with his hand at the back of my neck telling his joke, and his hand felt so smooth and dry and nice... he'd squeeze the back of my neck a little from time to time... I was getting a boner just standing there with him. Here's his joke... A man wakes up to find himself in the hospital and discovers he'd been in an auto accident that ruined his penis requiring it to be amputated. The doctor tells him there's nine thousand dollars coming to this poor bastard from the other driver. The victim can use the money to have a new penis made of in own skin, but it cost one thousand dollars for each inch of new penis so he'd better check with his wife... make sure he and she are agreeable on the size. He goes home thinking "Yippee, a nine inch cock, she'll love that". Next day at his check-up the doctor ask if the man has spoken with his wife and he says, "Yes, I have" The doctor asked, "Did she help with the decision?" and the man says, "Yep". "And what is the decision?" asked the doctor. The man says, "We're getting granite countertops".

We had a good laugh... I really like Connor, what an upbeat personality, and he's hot looking too. Can't figure out if he's gay, can't figure out if he's coming on to me either. I've figured out one thing though... he's got a long cock, his thumb had felt rather long on the back of my neck. Damn, I'm getting another boner. Walking with my hands in my pocket playing with myself thinking how great backpacks are, mine allows me to use both hands for two handed pocket ball. Today I had the car after school, but before I got to it Ray Ellis bumps into me. We both initially are like, "what the fuck.... ya clumsy...? but then we see who it is and we're both a little awkward with each other because of that personal conversation yesterday after school. I'm like, "Dawg, looking good, wassup?" and Ray's like, "Um, not much. Glad schools out... that's phat!" I go, "Dude, I gotta bounce, I'm meeting a couple of guys for the ride home... you need a ride?" Ray says, "Ah, no... I got a ride with my homeboy from down the street." I start to say later but then I remembered Elliot wasn't in school today, so I asked "What's wrong with Elliot?" Ray turns around and says, "Oh yeah, I was suppose to tell ya... he's got strep throat, won't be in this whole week. He asked you to help collect homework assignments and all that kinda shit... OK?" Of course, the first thing I thought of was god dammit, we were suppose to get it on tomorrow, but I didn't mention that, I go "Geez, sorry to hear that, but sure... I'll get his assignments". Ray says, "Sweet... see ya..." and I go "Peace.." as off he goes. No mention about Thursday, no mention about yesterday either. Well, I hadn't mentioned it so why do I think it's odd he didn't? Oh shit, he's gonna back-out of this, I should have taken him up on his proposal yesterday. Jesus, I suck!

Running to the parking lot, but before I can get to the car Dodger sees me and yells, "Dylan, Hurry up, I'm pumped about getting my haircut... finally getting my haircut, I should say. I wanna ride over with you though. Robby's already in his car." Oh my God, this kid looks good enough to lick like an ice cream cone. I go, "Kick it, hot stuff, relax... there's my car, next to the lamp post" nodding my head in the direction of the Jeep. Dodger starts biting his fingernail and pulling at the crotch of his flimsy sweatpants mumbling, "It's my freakin fetish, Dude... you know that." Being a smart-ass, I go, "Biting your fingernails or getting your haircut?" and Dodger looks up at me and smirks, "Both, and I'd love to bite your's for you". I waved to Robby and get in my Jeep, Dodger piling in the passenger seat. Starting the car I say, "I'm not even going to ask what you meant by that, Dodger... ask what you'd like to bite I mean, ya little perve..." He reaches over and gooses me, than holds my hand saying, "I meant bite your fingernails for ya". I'm like, "Gross..." but I remembered that time in the empty gym last year, me and Dodger waiting for Robby and Dodger mesmerized me by biting the fingernails off all the fingers of one hand... it was weirdly sexy. I drive the Jeep up behind Robby's car and we convoy home.

Because I have work at four this afternoon we need to do the haircuts first thing after school... we get out of school at two p.m. so there's plenty of time. The problem with doing anything at home right after school is that my Mom hasn't left for work yet... she leaves for her job at the restaurant around four. Her and Chubby's mom, Tris, carpool together. Mom being home means I get to see her and say "Hi" which is nice, but because she's there it also means there's almost no chance of sneaking in some sexy minutes with Robby, or with Dodger for that matter... neither of the boys will feel comfortable staying in my room, playing on the computer, with my Mom upstairs with them. Oh well, it isn't like I haven't had any sex since getting out of the hospital. There's a little matter of me fucking Elliot last week and then that super fast quickie in the equipment lavatory with Robby... and of course, my rape yesterday.

It's only about a ten minute drive to my condo. On the way Dodger gets serious for a minute and says, "Will you help me with a little surprise I got in mind for my sex buddy, Vinnie De Marco?" I look over with a puzzled look and say, "This sounds like trouble..." Dodger acts like he's insulted, "Trouble? From me? Surely you jest. It's just that I've had this morbid, sick fantasy in my head for about five years now and it seems like a good idea I make it happen with me and Vinnie." I go, "Don't get me involved in any of your schemes, Dodger... you're too nuts for me." He goes, "Oh, don't be like Robby... you're cool, Dylan. All I need is to use your barber clippers and, you know... your house." I'm like, "Forget about it, dude!" and Dodger's chuckling as he says, "No, be cool. Just listen... will ya?" I mumbled, "Just listen? Well numbnuts, I don't got much choice about that at the moment, do I?." Dodger says, "Actually you don't, but you're so cool, it'll be OK. By the way, you're looking so fly lately, have I mentioned that?" I laugh and say, "Oh, fuck... that's not too obvious at all, fake flattery?... are you kidding me with that?" He goes, "No, I'm serious, dude. Anyway, you know I've got this wicked haircut fetish when I'm getting my hair cut, but what about if I'm doing the haircutting? Ya know? So here's my fantasy... me giving Vinnie a buzz cut while he sucks my cock... what do ya think? Oh, and we're both naked too, I forgot that..." I'm laughing out loud, what a fantasy! I asked, "You gotta be shitting me, he's always had that big mop of hair." He goes, "Oh yeah, I know...I'm thinking I'll pop-off just cutting it all off, but with Vinnie sucking my fat cock at the same time! Yeow!" This is Dodger's surprise for Vinnie... Yeow, indeed. But, Vinnie will never go for this... I mean, he'll go for the blow job, but not the buzz cut, no fucking way... and anyway, where's Dodger gonna get the fat cock he mentioned... hee hee. Actually the head of his dick does look fat compared to the rest of it and now I'm remembering that I had this thing last year about sucking that fat-headed, three inch cock... damn, another boner coming on.

We talked and laughed about the proposition the rest of the way home and as I'm parking in front of my condo I say, "OK you nut case, you can use my clippers and my basement, but only if Vinnie agrees before hand, and I hear him agree to it. I'll be home from work tomorrow around four-thirty. So here's the deal, first Vinnie himself tells me what you two are going to do, and then we'll all go downstairs for your real life fantasy... and I'm watching too." As I'm saying that, I'm thinking that this will never happen, but I'm also reminded I'm missing out on my scheduled fuck with Elliot tomorrow afternoon so this is a maybe replacement at least. A negative thought followed... I'm almost positive Ray is going to back out on his gay sex lessons with me Thursday night. First Elliot and then Ray... two disappointments and just when everything looks likes it's going my way, BOOM! it all falls apart. Wouldn't it be an absolute classic if this show of Vinnie and Dodger actually happens!. Dodger interrupts my speculating with, "You're the coolest kid I've ever met, Dylan" and I go, "I'm so fucking sure your sincere, dude...". We're at the condo and Robby's standing on the sidewalk looking so cute I can hardly believe he's my boyfriend. That little boy grin he has... lots of teen boys have it, by the way, if you know what to look for. I hop out of the Jeep and right away get him in a headlock and we wrestle around for a minute giving both of us the excuse to get some serious hugs and goosing in. Dodger looks on with a mysterious expression on his face. Dodger knows I'm gay, of course, and slowly but surely the suspicion in others is mounting about me being of a slightly gay persuasion also... first Jake, recently Chubby, and maybe Connor, and there are others. Plus now Dodger looks like he's wondering about Robby and me. It is what it is, for now we'll leave it alone. Maybe when we graduate we can come out like Willie and Jay. It sure will make some things easier... I'm just not ready yet.

Once inside the condo, Dodger, Robby, and I went right for the kitchen. I passed out Snapple drinks and Mom comes in to say, "Hello, boys... Robby, Dodger, nice to see you both again... you're the best looking boys I think I've ever seen in my life... except for my darling Dylan that is. He told me you were coming over for haircuts. He's such a talented boy, don't ya think?" She was hugging my shoulders and rubbing my head when she said that, and then she gave me a kiss on the cheek with me going, "Mommmm, please... not in front of Dodger". She says, "I made double chocolate brownies for you guys, but don't eat them all, I need to take some in to work for the girls." The boys said, "Thanks, Mrs Newman" and I said, "Mom, we're not little kids anymore, ya know. Jesus, brownies..." She goes, "Who's going to give you a haircut, Dylan... your hair's so long. Looks like the hair the boys I went to high school used to have." I go, "Mommm, stop!" She passed a platter of brownies and we all took two... two for starters. She says, "Speaking of clever guys, did you see the great shelving unit Jake built in the basement for me, Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, I noticed that. He was here when I got home after school yesterday... you forgot to warn me about that, didn't ya?" She chuckled, heading for her bedroom to shower and get ready for work, on the way she says, "Oh, Dylan... Jake is a good guy. You're always giving him a hard time and he tries to be nice to you." I go, "Oh, righttttt..." What can I say? I didn't say anything else. The three of us each took two more brownies apiece and started down the steps to the finished basement. Dodger asking, "Who's Jake?" I told him and he said, "Oh, your mother goes on dates? Geez, weird! Me first for a haircut..."

Dodger, as always, wanted a buzz cut. The three of us... Dodger, Robby and me, were on our way here for haircuts almost three weeks ago when we had the accident. Robby just got his car back from the auto body shop yesterday, he'd been using his Mom's for school. In any case, it has been almost six weeks since I last cut the boys hair and they really needed it. Dodger takes his shirt off and his yummy body odor floated up off of him with me doing an inconspicuous inhale and... ohhh, yeah! YUMMY! These two brothers smell so good, I love it. I had the barber things laid out this morning so was all ready to go. I use a number two attachment for Dodger, at his request... it cuts the hair to a quarter inch and that's really short. Most buzz cuts are a half inch but Dodger likes it severe because of his fetish. I asked him, "You using the number two on Vinnie?" and he goes, "Oh yeah" and Robby, sitting on the washing machine goes, "What's this about Vinnie?" Dodger mutters, "Who's talking to you my favorite brother in the whole fucking world.." Into my head pops the memory of Robby showing his concern that Dodger and Vinnie might be playing with each other's pee pee so I changed the subject by asking Robby about a homework assignment. Dodger gets real quiet when I start running the clippers on his head. He initially gets very still on the stool letting the sexuality of his fetish absorb him, it's funny/weird knowing how sexually aroused I was making him and all I was doing was running clippers through his hair. He told me once that the very sound of barber clippers gives him a boner, and he can get a boner looking at the home haircut sets of clippers and scissors in Osco... hard to imagine.

Because of the length of time between haircuts he had much longer hair then usual and as a result much more hair was being cut off. Clumps of inch long hair dropped off the front of the clippers to drift down and off Dodger's shoulders, finally landing in his lap where he picked some of it up and played with it between his fingers. This was arousing Dodger by now and he was no longer stationary, he began moaning "Mmmmm ohh," and blowing out air while rubbing his lap and groping his cock and balls through his pants. Absolutely amazing how powerful a fetish can be. I purposely went back over the hair in the very front of his head, pressing down to get another fraction of an inch off and create the buzzing sound of the clippers cutting hairs... it had Dodger squirming. I couldn't drag it out for him any longer though and so turned-off the clippers and picked up the trimming ones... Dodger goes, "I gotta beat-off right now, you two guys close your eyes" and he hops off the stool pulling down his flimsy sweat pants along with his underwear and grabs his hard three and a half inch boner. Making a tight ring of his thumb and index finger he starts stroking his uncut cock, grunting with each stroke. The foreskin is flying on and off the head of his pecker, precum spray flying around. Robby is immediately off the washer and over next to me watching and taking short little puffs of air as he stared at his brother masturbating in my finished basement. Robby's eyes were shiny, probably mine were too. The only one who had his eyes closed was Dodger. His eyes closed, his head back, and his beautiful face scrunched up, the bridge of his nose wrinkled, as his hand flew back and forth on that short cock. Two minutes, tops, and Dodgers arching his back, his hand a blur as he goes, "fuck yeah..." and a plop of creamy spunk flies out about three inches from the head of his cock and falls to the tile floor. It was quickly followed by three small strings of fast flying cum that shot out a foot... a squeal from Dodger, and then drips of teen sperm-juice as he milks his nuts of every drop. Robby mumbles to me, "He must have jerk-off in the lavatory at school this afternoon... no way that's all the spunk in a Dodger climax, not unless he's recently emptied those big balls of his. I just nodded at Robby thinking, jerked-off in the lavatory... ya gotta be shitting me. Dodger slowed his stroking down, his eyes opened and he sees Robby and me gawking, "Enjoy the show you perverts?" Robby and me, at the same time say, "We're perverts???" and we all had a good laugh. Dodger went into the half bath to clean himself up a little and I wet some paper towel in the utility sink and threw them near the sparse spunk drippings. Robby dragged the wet towels around with his foot then picked them up by the edge and dumped them in the trash bin.. We looked at one another with grins like, can you believe this shit?

Robby finally says, "Well, that was interesting" and I'm shaking my head, only Dodger would pull a stunt like that. He came out all perky and frisky saying, "I needed that, dude... whoa!! Was that bitchin! So phat!" He hopped back up on the stool and I used the trimmers to finish his haircut. As I was doing it Robby and me were saying stuff to a smiling Dodger like "that was the grossest thing we ever saw" and "get some fucking self control dude" and "if you're this perverted at sixteen, what ya gonna be like at twenty-fucking-six". Supportive stuff like that. Of course, Robby and Dodger often jerk-off together in their room at night... racing-to-climax contests and such, so Dodger knew we were just breaking his balls for fun. Then it was Robby's turn for a haircut. He wanted the flattop that he originally had me cut for him way last summer... he wanted a flattop back then because I had one... I had one because Willie wanted me to have a haircut like his ... he'd gotten his long hair cut into a flattop originally thinking, erroneously, that it would please me... the blind leading the blind, go figure. Anyway, there was a lot of hair to cut off Robby too, but it went fairly fast because he doesn't have a haircut fetish and neither do I... it was just a simple haircut. Unexpectedly, Dodger went outside to have a cigarette and to enjoy some silence so he could relive the haircut experience in his mind... tonight he'd jerk-off again reliving the buzzing sound of the clippers and the hairs tumbling off his shoulders onto his lap. At least that's what he told Robby and me before he went outside, Robby and me going "Un-huh"... and "sure, that makes all the sense in the world", and then back to "un-huh" with each absurd comment from cute little Dodger boy. Dodger wasn't outside two seconds before I had my tongue in Robby's mouth. We made out in a fever for three minutes with my subconscious mind keeping alert for any sound on the steps from Dodger or, god-forbid, my Mom.

Robby's off the stool, the haircut only half done, we're licking tongues and groping each other's lap. I get my hand down the back of his pants and my finger goes up his ass to the second knuckle and, making a hook out of it, I pull his hole up and out a bit with the tip of my finger pressing on a conveniently located prostate gland. Robby's moaning into my mouth grinding his boner against mine, our mouths attached by our tongues, spit spreading further and further away from our lips, past our noses. Robby starts going, "Ooh Ooh Ooh, Dylan I'm cummimg" and he blast a load in his pants, humping against my crotch with each shot of spunk. I was aware of each blast because his sphincter muscle closed down on my finger tightly during the shots... the first one caught me by surprise and it was a tight squeeze by his sphincter muscle, then again, and one more long tight hold on my finger... that was his major ejaculation, the first two were start-ups. He lay his forehead on my shoulder then and whispered, "I'm in love with you, Dylan... just so ya know." and he kissed my neck as I rubbed the back of his half barbered head, "I love you too, Robby. You know, we're alike in a lot of ways although it might not seem like that to you. Anyway, ya better get in the powder room and clean-up dude, you know, before your cum soaks through the front of your pants." He let go of me and said, "Yeah, you're right... how about us Dickers brothers, Dylan, are Dodger and me two fucked-up dudes or what." I said, "God no! I'm so grateful I know you both, you're not fucked up? No way, you two rock!" He kissed my cheek and said, "Yeah, hope so..." and went to clean up like his brother had done ten minutes ago. The reason I said we're alike is I'm just like Robby when Willie's making me cum in my pants, with Robby I reverse roles and he becomes me, and I like it both ways. A little bit later I finished his haircut in silence, me with blue balls, but what ya gonna do... it ain't always my turn.

Eventually we were outside having a quick smoke, Dodger asking what took us so long and I say, "Robby took longer to cum than you did"... Dodger goes, "Oh, Riiiiiighttt" and lit his third cigarette in a row. Robby and Dodger don't smoke on a regular basis... sometimes they'll go a couple of weeks without any cigarettes, and then other times they'll binge smoke... four or five cigarettes, one right after another. It's another contest thing, they're very competitive with each other... and a bit nuts too, but I like that about them. They're also both athletic and involved in competitive team sports so I guess that has something to do with them being competitive in other things besides sports. Me, not so much. I needed to get ready for work so after one cigarette Robby flicked his down a sewer drain and I flicked mine off the front of my shirt cursing a blue streak at that stupid cigarette butt... both the boys laughing at me. My butt flicking incompetence is well known by now. We did quick hugs and Dodger gave me a quick-as-a-flash kiss on my lips like the brothers often do with each other. I rubbed his newly buzzed head, his head hairs are so silky fine and so dense they feels like velvet. Off the brothers go, with me playing pocket ball again watching their car pull away from the curb. I was dead serious about being grateful I knew those boys, what a unique pair... extremely sexual.

Inside the condo I go to take a quick shower, then the drive to Stop & Shop where I was greeted warmly by the part time guys. That's so nice. My boss, a confirmed asshole of major proportions, gave me the outdoor duty for the entire shift which wasn't too bad actually. I say that because the weather was in the high fifties and Elliot was out sick anyway so I couldn't ogle him, and Alex Cora had stocking shelves duty so I wouldn't have been able to goof with him... outside is fine. Alex had seemed sincerely happy to see me and although I know he's straight, his tall body gets me squirmy and I fantasize about him and me stocking shelves together naked. The shift ended at seven and back at the condos I go right upstairs past my own condo to Chubby's... his turn to fix dinner, again. Smelled pizza as soon as I walked in his front door, it's always a rush for me when I see Chubby. I'd seen him in school of course, but still it's a thrill... an actual thrill for me. He and I used to do virtually everything together before we got our jobs, now I don't see him at all after school... not until dinner. We both know we need to work our part time jobs though, our Moms don't make a lot of money. The Moms have always worked, their whole lives since being teenagers they've had a job. They dropped out of high school to have their babies, identical twins, Jeffrey (Chubby) Romero and Dylan Newman, who don't look anything alike, but are identical twins just the same... in our heads we are. Dropping out of high school means a meniel type lower paying job most of the time and our Moms chose being a waitress... they seem happy with it. It's all fine... Chubby and I had a normal night for us tonight... eating, homework, and a little sports on TV... having a normal night with Chubby is another way of saying, I had a fabulous time.

Willie called me as I was driving to work after school the next day, "Happy Wednesday, Dylan baby!" He's always very up-beat and exuberant. He continued, " Listen, babe... I'm coming in Saturday morning and... um, I'll have my roommate, Andy, with me." I was silent while trying to process that information and drive at the same time. Willie goes, "You there Dylan?" I mumble, "Yes, Willie... I'm driving to work". He says, "Jesus, it must suck being a teenager who has to work, you should be enjoying your teen years." I go, "Why ya bringing your roommate home?" Willie replies quickly, "You met him after the dance last year, Andrew Scully... good kid, remember? He's got this wicket crush on me and I hate to hear him whine every time I come home to see you so I promised I'd bring him along sometime and this is it. You two need to get to know each other better anyhow... don't worry, I won't neglect you, sweetheart, you're always my main homeboy-boyfriend, you know that, Dylan. Anyway, the three of us can have some sexy fun together too." Whining myself now, I go "This is our first date since I got out of the hospital, Willie. I'm really looking forward to it... just us two. I've been missing you bad, dude." He says, "I know what you're missing and I'm gonna take care of that for ya, don't worry... and stop whining, you sound like Andy." Still whining, I go, "Well, am I at least staying over with you at your house Saturday night?" and Willie, in an exasperated voice says, "Of course you are, we all are... and stop that whining right now." I mumbled, "Sorry, I really can't wait to see you though." Willie began talking off the cell to someone with him, probably Andy, but I can't hear what he's saying... then, back to me, "Hey baby, I gotta go but be ready about ten o'clock Saturday morning. I need to take both you boys back up here to Leonard's for haircuts and then we'll eat lunch in this cool restaurant in town I found out about. Bring everything you need for sleeping over because after lunch we're going right into Boston... I got primo Celtics tickets. Love ya so much, Dylan... I really gotta go." I said, "I love you too" and he was gone. Fuck! His roommate! Oh well, he shares me with Robby so I guess I'll share him with Andy... and Celtic tickets, way cool! Hmmm, thinking about Andy a little more and deciding, in my head, that I'm not giving Willie up so if that's what little freckled face Andy thinks, he's got another think coming.

Work was OK Wednesday afternoon, I was on bagging duty the entire two and a half hours of my shift. I'm scheduled for a Saturday shift too but I begged Alex Cory to take my shift and I'll take his sucky one which is Sunday, from one until nine at night. The store closes at nine on Sundays. The Sunday shift is the most unpopular one of all, but I'm not missing Willie again... it's been over a month already. Driving back home I began smiling to myself thinking about what's coming-up, Dodger's surprise for Vinnie. Wonder if there's any fucking chance it will actually happen... hope so cause it would be a blast to watch. Parking in front of my combo I see Dodger and Vinnie waiting for me. They're sitting on the top step passing a cigarette back and forth. Chubby and I used to do that while walking to school back when we had to walk to school. Both boys waved when I got out of the car and up the steps I go. "Dudes, ya look so phat sitting there smoking". We did fist bumps and Vinnie asked me, "OK, Dylan... I'm real curious, what's my surprise?" He's a tough little kid, a neighbor of the Dickers. A year younger than Dodger so he isn't sixteen yet, very young looking. Not especially cute, but fifteen is a cute age for boys even if you're not particularly cute on your own, ya know? It's like, at that age ya gotta be ugly or fat or something not to be a little bit cute. Vinnie has a scattering of red marks on his forehead, some healing acne... nothing serious. He's Dodger's size but probably still growing... kinda dark complected with brown eyes and lots of wavy brown hair parted in the middle and hanging down all around his head covering his ears, down to his collar in back. It just barely stays on the very outside edge of each eye giving him a very narrow looking face. Average nose but absolutely fabulous lips, puffy and rosy and bowed, beautiful white teeth and even though he's slim he's got a double A+ perfect bubble-butt ass. Dodgers been fucking that perfect ass for nine months or so now, and he tells me that Vinnie just can't get enough. Over all, Vinnie's a tough, straight-acting, gay, bottom boy... Dodger's got himself a winner. I say to Vinnie, "Hey little dude, it ain't my surprise... ask your homeboy here" and I nod at the smirking Dodger who's looking so hot today... what am I saying, he always looks hot!

Vinnie takes a last drag on the cigarette letting the smoke drift out of his nose and mouth on it's own accord, passes the butt to Dodger and goes, "You got a surprise for me, Dodger?..." One last drag for Dodger and then he flicks the cigarette all the way down to the sidewalk below and says, "Yeah, it's not Dylan's surprise... it's mine. I told ya about my fetish, right?" Vinnie goes, "What the fucks a fetish... And, no, you didn't say nuttin' about no fucking fed... what was that word?..." I'm thinking, this is going to be hilarious. Dodger gives Vinnie a half-assed explanation about him getting boned-up from getting his haircut and tells him "that's called a fetish..." Vinnie's frowning incredulously the whole time. "You get your rocks off in the barbershop" he asks, and Dodger says, "Well there too, lately Dylan's been cutting my hair though, but don't you worry about that. It's this surprise idea for you and me that's important. It a little thing for us to do this afternoon... you kneel in front of me naked, sucking my dick, and I buzz your hair as short as mine. That's all there is to it... that's my surprise for you to participate in." Vinnie looks at Dodger for a second then looks over at me and says, "Is he serious?" I go, "Yeah, I believe he is" and Vinnie, still talking directly to me, says, "And, you're gonna watch?" and I said, "If you don't mind Vinnie, yes... I'd like to." Vinnie looks back to Dodger and says, "That's your surprise idea, huh? It's completely nuts, you do know that Dodger, right? It's fucking insane! I don't mean the part about me blowing you while I'm naked, I mean the haircut part. You're no barber and, anyway, I've never had a buzz cut." Dodger chuckles and hugs Vinnie around the neck saying, "You're such a knucklehead, and so yummy too, I could lick your face, but don't be crazy... anybody can give a buzz cut." Then Dodger stops, chuckles, looks and me, and adds "But no one can do it as good as you, of course." I make a face at him like I give a shit? and Dodger turns back to Vinnie to say, "OK, stud... we on?" Vinnie does a shy grin at Dodger, which I didn't expect to see from him, and right that second it occurred to me that Vinnie's into hero worship where Dodger's concerned. Miraculously, Vinnie's nodding his head yes and mumbles, "If that's what you want Dodger, no problem. Let's do it." I couldn't believe it, but there it is. Ain't the world full of surprising things.

Dodger didn't appear the least bit surprised while I was truly shocked... totally stunned. I looked from one to the other to see if this was maybe some kind of elaborate joke on me, but they seemed oblivious to my reaction. Shrugging, I unlocked the front door and hear Vinnie, in a quiet voice, say to Dodger, "You're still gonna fuck me aren't ya? You said we would..." Dodger mutters, "You'll get fucked alright, by somebody... that's a promise". These two have to be putting me on, but while hoping they're not, I got us three cans of coke and we headed downstairs. I'm thinking... Dodger's from another planet, that's obvious... I already knew that though, and now I'm thinking maybe Vinnie is too. In any case, Vinnie De Marco appears to be the perfect soul mate for my alien friend Dodger... they're perfect for each other. I'm also thinking that maybe Dodger and Vinnie aren't the only ones getting their rocks off today... hot shit!

Downstairs now, Dodger looks around, then asked, "Over on the tile, Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, so we can sweep-up the hair easily afterward". Hottie Vinnie pulls his shirt over his head and says, "Hey Dodger, maybe I got that haircut federish, or whatever it is, because I'm feeling funny in my belly". Dodger goes, "Nah, you'd know it by now if you had it... it's rare. Just get undressed, dude... you're cool" and he tousles Vinnie's hair. I turn-on the radio and an oldie from The Pretenders pours out, "you're fantastic, in your boots of Chinese plastic". This is a weird situation here and all of a sudden I'm with Vinnie, I feel funny in my tummy too. I mumble, "Think I'll let you two do your thing all by your lonesome, I'm not gonna watch you after all. No offense intended, but it's a tiny bit too far out there for me, a little bit too twilight zone-ish. I'll be upstairs on my computer" and right away both boys say, "No, stay!... Stay with us, Dylan." Dodger goes, "Yeah Dylan, this experiment needs three guys, you know, so Vinnie and I don't feel, um... strange or something. Hey, how about we all get undressed and have a three way right after... whadda ya say?" Then he looked at Vinnie and asked, "OK with you, Vin?" He nods his head yes, and adds, "It'll be my first three-way". Dodger and I simultaneously say, "Me too...". The boys stood there looking at me. A three-way huh....?

Oh man, opportunity is knocking. I'm thinking I've already screwed-up the thing with Ray... screwed it up by giving him time to talk himself out of us experimenting with a little bob-on-boy fun, a shame really because that would have been hot. And, as far as this situation goes, Dodger's already fucked me in their swimming pool last summer, so why not this. Damn, that thing in the pool was a totally unexpected and unwanted fuck at the time, but it turned-out to be hot as hell, an ultra sexy turn-on. I consciously made myself not think about Jake's unwanted fuck, which was hot as hell as well. Almost the same sort of thing as the pool incidence, but I thought of it entirely differently... but, like I said, I'm not dealing with that now. Dodger breaks the silence saying, "Come on, Dylan... we need ya. Like I said, it'll be better if there's three of us", that made me remember Ray saying something similar Monday afternoon. Hmmm? What the hell. I say "OK guys, but for God sake, don't ever breath a word of this to anyone!" I actually felt some nervousness about this little adventure. Dodger's like, "Tell anybody? Are you nuts... you and Vinnie are the only two people in the world who know I'm gay and I'm keeping it that way into the foreseeable future". Vinnie, pulling off his jeans, says, "Dylan, I trust you because Dodger told me too. I gotta tell ya though, my ass will be in serious, serious trouble if my father, or even my older brother, finds out I'm queer. They hate queers! What's the name for that, Dodger?" He says, "Homophobe, and don't act dumb, you're not dumb, Vinnie." Vinnie grinned at Dodger, I'm just realizing that these two are crazy about each other... they're definitely a couple of steps up from just being fuck buddies.

As I'm unbuttoning my shirt Vinnie steps-out of his jockey shorts looking at me, saying, "I used to be self conscious about getting naked in front of other guys, but ever since Dodger and I having been messing around together, it doesn't bother me anymore... it helps in gym class too, ya know?" I go, "What...?" I wasn't listening, I was staring at his big cock. It was cut so I could see most of the head and all of the shaft... this thing is impressive. Routine pubic patch of dark brown curly hairs, but nothing else was routine. Swear to God, his dick was almost as big as Jake's. About seven inches long and chubby too, although it did have a regular-sized head. Looking up I see Dodger gawking back at me with a smirk on his face, "Amazing, ain't it?" I blurted out a laugh and go, "Ah... yeah! You could say that..." Vinnie's chuckling too and, holding his pecker out, he says, "Can I put this up your ass, Dylan? Dodger won't let me put it up his". Taking a big breath I say, "Aaahhh, that would be a definite maybe..." and Dodger's like, "You're so cool Dylan. My homeboy here needs to fuck someone, you can be his first, it's too much cock for me. This'll be a memory to last a lifetime... for him I mean." I'm kinda laughing because of all the weird things that have been happening to me lately... magic carpet ride indeed. Looking at that pecker on Vinnie caused a thought to creep into my head about how great Jake's big cock had felt, this is tempting, very tempting. What to do? I go, "We'll see how it goes, OK?" which seemed to satisfy them for now.

Then, just like that, Dodger was naked too and, oh my God, the contrast between Vinnie's penis and Dodger's was startling. Dodger's dick isn't even four inches long... on the other hand, the head of his is over-sized, bigger than mine or Vinnie's. The boys dicks made me think how I've always felt the best part of gym, by far, was the showers, but not for the reasons you might think... when I had high school gym I didn't even know I was gay. I didn't discovered my gayness until last Spring and we didn't have gym the second part of junior year, we don't have it at all in our senior year. So, what I meant about the best part of gym being the showers is that you get to see all the uniquely different dicks that guys have, not in a sexual way, but rather as a curiosity... quite a variety out there, and now of course I like just about all of them. Never-the-less, a three-plus inch dick next to a seven inch one, that's a stark contrast. I pulled my undies off and now there was a dick size at the party that fit nicely in between Dodgers midget one and Vinnie's giant one. Vinnie goes, "Oh, you're normal" and Dodger goes, "Ha! Normal? Dylan?" then he says, "Oh, you mean his cock... yeah, he's kinda normal sized, or average size might be a better word for it, or perhaps just describing it as not at all special is a more accurate description". We were getting comfortable with each other's nakedness by talking derogatorily about our dicks... guys will do that. Dodger goes, "At least my nuts are bigger than both of yours" and Vinnie mumbles, "Don't make us laugh with that bullshit".... The three of us, naked except for socks on our feet, went on like that, insulting each other, until I felt comfortable enough to say, "Let's get use to the feel of each other's body with a couple of naked hugs" and we did that for a bit, me being the only one who started boning-up. I couldn't help it, those boys felt so good to rub against and hold onto... damn, they both laughed at me, pointing at my semi-boner which was sticking stiffly off to the left. We were really getting comfortable with everything now, so I didn't mind being mocked by these two boys... it was all in good humor.

Dodger was ready to start so I tossed him a little throw rug for Vinnie to kneel on, Dodger picks up the clippers looking for the on/off switch, finds it and the familiar sound of barbers clippers gets everyone's attention. "How short will that cut my hair" Vinnie asked, now with an edge of doubt in his voice. Chubby says, "A quarter inch, just like mine" and he rubs his buzz cut all over his head saying, "It feels awesome Vinnie. Come on, kneel over here on this little rug so ya don't hurt your little knees." Vinnie goes over and slowly kneels down in front of Dodger... almost casually he pulls on the little cock that's in front of him, the one attached to Dodger. After a second he looks up at Dodger and says, "Well, go ahead... cut my hair off, enjoy your fantasy" and with that he leans forward and takes Dodger's entire cock into his mouth, his cheeks and chin moving as he's sucking and tonguing that dick for all he's worth. Apparently Vinnie likes sucking boys' cocks as much as I do. Just thinking about getting Dodger's cock in my mouth has me further firming up and me unconsciously play with myself, moving my firm dick from side to side. The clippers are running, Dodger has eight inch long hairs from the front pulled up off Vinnie's forehead, but he doesn't touch the hair with the clippers. I'm waiting, Vinnie has his mouth full of cock sucking slowly now, his eyes at the top of their sockets looking at Dodger expectantly... then abruptly Dodger lets go of the hair and says, "I can't do it, Vinnie. You've had this long hair since you where ten years old... I'm not gonna buzz it." Vinnie gets hold of Dodger's dick at the base to hold it in place, pulls his head away and while stroking the wet cock casually he quietly says, "Yeah I know, I've had this same exact hair style for a long time, since I was eight years old actually, and that's kinda the reason I went along with your goofy fedhash or whatever you called it... I wanted a reason to change my look, and you gave it to me... so go ahead, buzz it... I want you too".

Dodger looked like he'd won the lottery, he goes "Hot damn, you rock so hard Vinnie" and, lifting up a handful of hair, he puts the running clipper at the hairline and pushed it to the back of Vinnie's head leaving a swath of quarter inch hair where eight or nine inches had previously been, and then he did a second swipe from front to back right next to the first one with the exact same results. It was an instant transformation, the clippers cut the hairs off like a hot knife through butter, very smoothly. These clippers are Oster fast-feed professional clippers. Chubby and I bought the thing off ebay as used, second hand, for twenty dollars. New, they'd cost close to ten times that amount. Dodger did a third run, then a forth and the entire top of Vinnie's head was devoid of hair, except the quarter inch buzz. It took less then twenty seconds to do it as Vinnie sat back on his ankles with Dodger's dick still in his hand, just holding the slightly firm cock, wet with Vinnie's saliva. We all were more or less speechless, mesmerized by the pile of hair that lay on the floor behind Vinnie. Even looking at it, it's still hard to believe how much hair came off Vinnie's head. Vinnie, looking like he was in a daze, reached up and ran his hand back and forth where his hair used to be, where he'd had long silky hair since he was eight years old... now, just bristles. Dodger's eyes were bugging out, his mouth open, the clippers running, but held to the side. It was like none of us could believe this happened. Dodger fumbled with the switch until he'd turned off the clippers, took back his dick from Vinnie and said, "It's not the turn-on I expected... maybe it's too shocking to see my bud go from a shaggy dog to a boot camp candidate in seconds. I don't know, but it's not anything like the aroused, sexy sensation I get when someone cuts my hair. This was fun to do, but it's just not sexy to me". I was staring at Vinnie, the top of his head was hairless but all around the sides and back there remained lots and lots of nine inch long hair hanging down... it looked so weird. It looked like that horseshoe pattern baldness that old guys sometimes get. Dodger said, "Well, this was an interesting little experiment, really fucking surprising and disappointing and amazing that I didn't get wicked aroused from it though." Handing the clippers out toward me, Dodger, in a dejected voice, mumbled, "Here Dylan, would you finish Vinnie's buzz, you'd need to do all that trimming afterward anyway."

It was very anti-climactic. Vinnie and me just looked at Dodger, like... that's it? Then I go, "Sure, I'll finish the haircut for ya. Vinnie, ya should probably put that little throw rug on this stool so you're not sitting on the cold wood seat with your bare ass". He looked at me and I added, "And may I say that it's one fine looking ass you have there too." Vinnie mumbles, "See Dodger, Dylan knows a hot ass when he sees one" and then he gets off his knees dragging the rug with him and adds, "You OK, Dodger?" It's like Dodger is in shock. He said he was fine, and then went on to explain how he'd had this fantasy, not with Vinnie necessarily, of giving a boy a haircut while the boy sucked him off... he's had that same fantasy for a long time, even jerking off thinking about it, and now it all just petered-out to nothing when the fantasy became real life. He said the anticipation he'd had was so high that... yeah, this is a huge let-down. Then he cheered-up some and said, "but that doesn't mean we can't have our three way just the same, does it, Dylan? ... and, by the way, Vinnie... I love your ass, don't I fuck it every chance I get. Come on... you guys still up for the three way?" I'm like, "Course I am, I'm naked, ain't I?" and Vinnie goes, "Yeah sure, and if ya love my ass so much how come ya never tell me that, Dodger?". I say, "Tut tut, boys... no lovers spats allowed before a three way, everybody knows that fucking rule..." I ran the clippers up the sides and back of Vinnie's head, it was cool the way huge amounts of long hair fell onto my hand with every swipe of the clippers, then continuing down to the tile floor. It took only two minutes or so to finish although I take much longer than that with Dodger, for fetish reasons. Then I used the fine trimmer to outline Vinnie a new hairline like I do for Dodger. Vinnie kept feeling his head saying, "It feels so cool, you're right Dodger". Dodger and I baptized the buzz cut with vigorous head massages and smacks on the back of Vinnie's head. While Vinnie was in the bathroom looking at himself in the mirror Dodger and I swept up all the hair, quite a pile... I got kind of a weird, creepy feeling knowing that a minute ago all that hair was attached to Vinnie's head, part of that boy, and now it's going into the trash. Vinnie yelled from the power room, "I fucking love it! My old man is going to shit himself, he's been nagging me to do something like this for over two years. I'll get some brownie points at home for sure". He was pumped-up... so far, so good.

He comes storming out, all excited, his long dick flopping around with every step. Dodger whines, "Ok, giving a haircut didn't work out for me, so be it... but I still need somebody to finish sucking my cock". Of course, I wanted to be the one sucking that fat headed cock, but I didn't want to be bossy or over-eager so I say, "I'm OK with that, how bout we flip a coin Vinnie. Winner gets to fuck the other guy as he's sucking Dodger's cock... ya know, something to get our three-way off the ground, so ta speak." Vinnie's eyes got big as he mumbles, "Guess we're in the major leagues now, Dodger... ya know, with a senior joining the party. Let's do it, Dylan... I'll flip." Vinnie looked really youthful, his buzz cut added to the youthful image of his diminutive body and boyish face. God almighty... can't believe that dick on him though. He gets a coin out of his pants laying on the floor where he'd dropped them, and flips the coin up in the air... I call heads as it was tumbling on it's way down and it comes up tails. Pretending to be pissed-off I yell "Shit!", but in truth I was real excited about sucking Dodger's little pecker and equally excited about the prospect of feeling Vinnie's big pecker up my ass... excited, but trying to act a combination of disappointed and cool. We went over to the recliner and Dodger sits on the end of it... I get on my hands and knees, my head between his legs and, WOW... Dodger's excellent scent is very strong there, and very much like his brother, Robby's. Dodger's been shaving his crotch since last summer so he has a very clean, excellent looking crotch. He gets away with the shaving without unkind comments from kids at school because he's on the swim team and a lot of the swimmers shave every place they can reach. Actually, I kinda wish he had his pubes so I could rub my nose in them... his crotch smells so good!

Vinnie's over at his pile of clothes again, rustling through his pants until he comes up with a little tube of lube he carries with him when he's going to be with Dodger. "Got some lube to use in your hole, Dylan" he says in a shaky voice as his finger goes right inside me, all slippery and nice. I go, "Aaaahhh" give me some warning, dude"... but it felt real good. Vinnie was new at this and quite rough, so I gave him a little instruction, "Vinnie, when you get around to using your dick, take it slow... go in slow dude, that's important to remember when you're packing a big salami like you got". That gets him into a laughing jag that I think is partially covering-up the fact he's excited about his first fuck for sure, but probably more than a little bit nervous about it as well. I'd been slowly stroking Dodger's dick while Vinnie's getting my hole slippery. I stroked it the same way I stroke Chubby's dick, they're both the same size. Still slimy with Vinnie's saliva, Dodger's penis looked so tasty I couldn't wait any longer and meticulously licked it clean of Vinnie's spit, replacing his spit with my own. It was so yummy licking this hot boy I kept right on doing it, licking under his balls and then back further under his sack of nuts almost to his asshole. Feeling me licking down there Dodger slid his ass forward off the edge of the recliner, and there was his asshole... it looked brand new and pink like the rest of him. Taking a big lap over his anus and noticing immediately the strong acrid taste making me think of the skid marks in his bathing suit last summer. It took me four strong, deliberate licks to clean off the shitty residue around his hole and I felt like such a derelict doing it too, but I couldn't stop myself... I'm hooked on both of the Dickers brothers and rimming is soooo sexy to me. These two brothers are obviously very special and very unique. As my tongue was getting in Dodger's hole, Vinnie was getting a second finger up my ass and oh my did it ever feel good.

Lapping Dodger's asshole like a puppy dog gave me such a hard boner, like I said, rimming arouses the hell out of me. Dodger had adjusted his legs on either side of my head, his feet resting on my back, my face tight at his groin, my nose against the back of his nuts, there was an awesome smell there to enjoy. Dodger was going with the "Oh yeah... ohh" comments which he mumbled every few seconds as I lap, lap, lapped his hairless hole. Swear to God, I'd have cum if I kept it up so I did a final poke with my tongue inside his hole, then licked from his hole up behind his balls and around the right side of his scrotum. Lifting my head then caused Dodger to move his feet back to the floor. In a voice full of amazement he says "That was so fucking awesome, Dylan.... oh, I loved that". Then talking to Vinnie, he says, "Something new for you to do, Vinnie". He was laughing slightly when he said it, partially a joke, but still in awe at how hot it is to be rimmed. Vinnie pulled his fingers out of my hole yelling, "Oh no! I'm not licking your ass, Dodger... no way, that's fucking gross!" Dodger's like, "Oh yeah, you'll lick it if you want me to fuck you, dude. Dylan's a senior, we can learn from him." Vinnie's chuckling as he mumbles, "OK then, when I'm a senior I'll do it too... maybe."

The three of us were loose and relaxed. I liked that, it also told me they most likely are doing a lot of sex together because they seemed especially comfortable being naked. Vinnie even appeared to be over his initial awe about his first fuck as he gave my ass a big slap, saying, "Let's get going here". I was like, "Ow!' and he giggled and slapped it again harder, then banged his semi-hard cock inside my crack, saying "I'm just getting my cock nice and hard for ya, Dylan... I'm gonna slide this big baby way up inside you and fuck you till you're spewing spunk. Ain't that kinda what you say to me, Dodger?" Dodger and I exchanged smirks like, what are ya gonna do, kids! I'd already decided I liked Vinnie a lot which is a new thing, not that I didn't like him before, just didn't know him very well I guess... he's wicked likable. But why am I thinking about that when there's Dodger's yummy, fat penis head right in front of me, begging to be sucked. His cock was stiff from the rimming, but as soon as I took it inside my warm, wet mouth it started firming up a lot more and the head swelled even fatter than it already was, a surprisingly big mouthful of penis. Vinnie had a lot of lube in my hole by now and I could hear him pulling on that big dick of his getting it lubed, and getting it lead-pipe hard. Tonguing and sucking on Dodgers cock was just as much fun as I thought it would be and then, unexpectedly, Dodger took a handful of my long hair on either side of my head, got-up off the recliner and, holding my head in place, smoothly began moving his hips forward and back, sliding the fat cock head over my tongue to the back of my throat and then pulling it back to meet the back of my teeth... over and over, he fucked my mouth like a pro... kinda like Jake had done. I reached down and stroked my boner... having two boys do you at the same time is pretty nearly as good as it can get.

At my backside Vinnie apparently wasn't about to show as much patience as my rapist had shown, children can be bratty at times... he wanted his cock inside me and after pressing against my hole firmly for thirty seconds without a successful entry he grunted with disgust, pulled back his hips and thrust forward with a lot of force driving the head of that big cock right past my aching sphincter muscle as he grunted out, "Oh my God Dodger,this is fucking awesome... Oh oh, jesus... it feels good" and he plowed in a couple more inches... damn that hurt, but my mouth was full of cock so I just made protest noises in my throat which were, of course, ignored or perhaps mistaken for sounds of ecstasy. Dodger had been breathing noisily through his nose, seemingly quite aroused himself... he hissed out a response to Vinnie's enthusiastic review of my ass, "So is this, dude... our lucky day, Vinnie" and he increased the speed of his hips, moving that fat cock head back and forth in my mouth, poking at the back of my throat or bending his knees a bit to push his boner against the roof of my mouth, then against the inside of one cheek, then the other caressing the head of that big cock against something wet and warm and smooth. Naturally I was breathing totally through my nose, I had little choice and the smell of Dodger was sweet and getting hotter the more turned-on Dodger got, I didn't want to ever stop. My ass was burning, but so what. Vinnie's cock was probably squeezed pretty tightly too as he'd stopped pushing further inside me allowing the muscles in my ass to adjust quickly to the size.

After a few seconds Vinnie mumbles, "This is fantastic, should I be doing anything different, Dodger?" My eyes went to the top of my eye sockets looking at cute Dodger, interested in what advise he'd give his protege. He had his eyes closed looking real peaceful and content as he murmurs, "I don't know Vinnie, are you fucking him hard and fast? Hump his ass like I do to you. Smack those nice ass cheeks of Dylan's... let him know who's in charge." Vinnie goes, "It's awful tight" but he shoves the rest of his cock in and it really hurt like hell this time too. I take it though, knowing my hole is working full speed ahead accommodating this intrusion and sure enough, after three fairly painful thrusts things start improving big time. Vinnie's like, "I got it going now, Dodger!" and he did too, it began to really feel good except Vinnie was slapping my right buttocks with every penetration and it was stinging like a bitch. Comparing Jake's boner and Vinnie's I guess I gotta admit Jake's was definitely bigger, but I enjoyed this experience, spankings aside, so much more than the one with Jake. That's not a surprise, of course, this is a mutual endeavor. Vinnie wants to fuck me and I want him to do it. If my mouth wasn't so full I would have told him to ease up a little on the spanking, but other than that it was hot. Vinnie was now doing the entire thrust, all seven-plus inches, almost pulling out, then shoving it right back in... he didn't have the smooth rhythmic motion that Jake has, or Willie... but what he does have is a lot of energy and he was pounding my hole, holding onto my hips with both his hands, slamming his groin against my buttocks with every thrust... then he'd let go of my hip with his right hand and the loud smack on my ass follows. In between moans of pleasure I heard a snicker from Dodger after a couple of the smacks. My boner was dripping but I still had to stroke it a few times to increase the sensations, not too many times though or I'd pop-off early.

Vinnie's energetic fucking of my hole disrupted the rhythm of Dodger's mouth fucking unfortunately and caused Dodger to chuckle at the rambunctiousness of Vinnie and letting go of my hair to sit down on the recliner. I went back to sucking him off. It was awesome, but over rather abruptly. The second I tasted precum Dodger goes, "Shit! I'm gonna cum...." and he literally poured cum into my mouth and throat in a long hard thin stream. It happened so fast it caused my old hiccup mistake and I sucked cum up my sinuses which was then blown out my nose. This has happened to me a few times before and it's something you don't get use to... I panic for a second because all my air passages are blocked temporarily. Blowing hard out my nose, two cum bubbles inflated and then popped on my upper lip. Dodger pulled his cock out of my mouth when I was in my temporary panic mode, it startled him. It was like he got concerned I'd bite some of his dick off and he couldn't afford to take a chance on that happening. Soon as it was out of my mouth he began stroking and pulling on that sopping wet, still hard cock, laughing out loud about the cum bubbles. I was just getting my nose cleared enough to breath when the last spurt of cum from Dodger's boner pops out and hit's me right in the nose, he's back laughing hysterically again.

Vinnie stopped humping my ass, his boner fully inside me, him leaning his belly against my ass for support... he was laughing too. I had a really great, hard boner before the cum in my nose scared me, but now it was only semi-hard. Running out of laughing gas, Dodger goes, "Oh god, first off, that was the best blow job I ever had... no offense Vinnie." I looked behind me, Vinnie was frowning so I guess the comment had hurt his feelings a little... children can be so sensitive. Dodger, standing up, says, "Don't be offended Vinnie, it's the rimming that made it so special... you rim me first, then suck me off like you normally do and it'll probably be as good or better than Dylan... what do ya say?" He had walked behind Vinnie, and adds, "How about you stand up Dylan and we'll have a little train action. Vinnie goes, "Oh yeah, love trains, I saw that done on a gay site!" and starts pulling me up, his hands at my armpits. With his boner still up my ass I struggle up, spreading my legs to accommodate the difference in our height. Even after that great climax, Dodger still has his boner and he picked up the little tube of lube and lubes Vinnie's hole. I'm moving my hips around enjoying being so filled up and Vinnie does a round-house smack on my ass saying, "Stay still" I swear my cock got harder... that little fucker pulling some of Willie's dominant shit on me... God, I stroked my boner right to the point of explosion biting my lip and loving every second. Dodger was breathing kinda hard as he pushes his fat-headed boner up Vinnie's ass. He says, "I told ya you'd get fucked this afternoon, Vinnie" and then he did a fast rabbit fuck that had Vinnie bouncing into me going, "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah!" It was real hot so I did a few more strokes on my dick. Vinnie was blowing a lot of air at the back of my neck in between the "Ah!" exclamations, he certainly does like getting fucked. Then I can feel Dodger change from fast humps to hard, sharp thrust up Vinnie's ass and with that Vinnie tried duplicating the move with his monster cock in my ass... they couldn't get in time with each other, but there were a lot of "Oh" and "Ah" coming from all of us. They communicated as they humped, trying to get their humping timed... it felt so hot, so sexy knowing that Dodger had his cock up the ass of the boy who's fucking me. I can't explain it, but it was just so much sexier knowing that. I stroked my boner dangerously close to climax again, it felt so good, this is one of the best afternoons ever....

A minute later the boys got in sync and Vinnie's fucking was immediately much smoother, my boner was sticking up against my belly dripping precum and in danger of splitting open. Vinnie had grabbed a big fistful of hair from the back of my head to hold be back against him with and with his other hand he smacked my ass every time Dodger smacked his. Vinnie's tight little body bumping and bouncing off my back... his large cock pounding far up my asshole and it was a wonderful thing. He made a moaning sound with every hump up my ass. The boy didn't last long after Dodger entered his hole though and when he climaxed he made a sound like a girl screaming in my ear... a girl who'd just seen a mouse run up her leg maybe... almost hysterical, high pitched screech while at the same time giving my hair such a hard pull I almost toppled over backwards. After his initial shot of cum he let go of my hair to wrap his arms around me and do little nips at my shoulder, little bites with each blast of cum shooting out of his cock and up my ass. The slippery wet messy feeling was immediate back there... just the thought of having this fifteen year old boy climaxing his creamy teen spunk inside me blew the lid off my cock... a long string of cum shot upward and, due to the jerking around of our bodies, actually ended up on me, a string of cum from my shoulder down, over Vinnie's arm, and down to my belly button. I let out a "Ohhhhhhhhh god!" with the initial shot, then "Ahh..." with the next two smaller versions. Vinnie hung on to me even after a euphoric Dodger pulled out of him and then gave his ass two smacks before going on to talk excitedly about our three-way, totally pumped-up and excitedly describing his own awesome climax earlier, then laughing again about the cum bubbles, all the while Vinnie still clinging to me, his cock still inside me. I'm looking at Dodger, nodding my head slightly backward at the clinging Vinnie, an expression on my face like, what the fuck....? Which gets Dodger into another laughing fit and I hear Vinnie, who's laughing himself now, say, "I don't give a shit... I'm never pulling my cock out of Dylan. it feels too good in there..."

He did pull out after humping my hole a little longer, the head of his cock got wicked sensitive. The three of us were in the best moods ever. I say to Vinnie, "Awesome fuck, dude... I can't believe that was your first time, but what's with all the dominant behavior? Ya know.. I liked it, just didn't expect it." Vinnie didn't know what I was talking about and we laughed while discussing it all. Looking at him, his youthful face and now with the boyish buzz cut and it gave me another boner... you know, thinking that it was this little kid doing me up like that, it's a turn-on for me. Vinnie was completely lost with the dominant/submissive stuff, he had as difficult a time understand or even believing that stuff as he had with Dodger's fetish. Or, maybe he was having a little innocent fun playing dumb, either way I was enjoying myself. There was no doubt in my mind we'd go a second round so it surprised me when the boys started getting dressed. I discovered Vinnie needed to be home to watch his baby sister while his mother went food shopping and they had to hurry. Man, that let the wind out of my sails quickly, but I made myself look at the bright side of things... which is to say, maybe more three-ways in the future. I definitely wanted Vinnie to be the caboose of my train. We didn't hug or anything, just "Dude, that was hot... see ya!" as if we'd just finished a pick-up game of basketball or something. After they left I laid on the recliner daydreaming about sucking Dodger's cock and about Vinnie fucking my ass, dominating my ass actually... it made me jealous of Andy who was probably getting dominated by Willie right this second. Ya know what? I'm not as OK as I thought I'd be about Willie having a boyfriend on the side... and I have one myself so you'd think I'm be understanding about it. Well, I understand it, I just don't like it and I spent a whole dumb hour being jealous... what a waste of time.

Turning on the CD player loud I listened to Ben's Brother the English Rock group do Stuttering as I started Chubby and my dinner. Regular night with Chubby, meaning fabulous, even included a wrestling match that, for once, he initiated. It's a excellent way to get lots of bodily contact, including face to face... oh, the boner I got from that was excellent and in bed that night I jerked off alternating scenes in my head of Chubby and me in a wrestling embrace, the sides of our sweaty faces together, or me sucking Dodger's cock, or Vinnie fucking me while smacking my ass and pulling my hair... a great jerk-off climax resulted. Chubby drove us to school Thursdays which is the other school day I need to stay after school to do my senior editor duties for the Framingham Eagle, our school newspaper. This Thursday is also the day Ray is suppose to tell me if he needs me to do some boy on boy sex, strictly as an experiment to see if it interest him. I already think I know it would or he wouldn't be thinking about it, but will he agree to do the experiment?... that is the question. Elliot's still down with strep throat and he will be till early next week. It's like a quarantine or something he's dealing with. I got a test paper back in Chemistry... ninty. Fabulous!

After school at the newspaper office Connor offered me this joke for the Eagle's humor section: A salesman checks into a futuristic hotel in Tokyo, Japan. Down from his room were a bank of vending machines. One stated haircut fifteen dollars... he thought what the fuck, give it a try and sticks his head in the opening and hears a whirling sound and a breeze and in thirty seconds he has a fine haircut. Another machine read manicures ten dollars and the guy says, why not. He sticks his hands in the opening and thirty seconds later he has a perfect manicure. This is great he thinks, look good for the business meeting tomorrow. He gets dinner from another machine and goes to his room intrigued about the vending machine that stated service that men often need when away from their wives for too long... two dollars. He eats a great meal and then can't resist trying that other machine. He's horny as hell and could use a jerk-off or blow-job so he looks up and down the hall and, seeing no one, whips out his cock and puts it in the slot. The whirling sound begin and after about fifteen second the man lets out a blood curling scream and pulls his cock out to see a button sewn neatly on the end of it. Ouch! We're laughing our nuts off. I go, "Hmmm, that's close but it might offend the two Japanese student we have here at Framingham High so best we not include that joke in this month's paper. Connors like, "You're hard to please, Dylan, but if you need a button sewn to the head of your cock I'd like to offer to do it for you, no charge. OK, dude?" and he was gone... we already had our humor for this months paper from Tuesday's meeting, he'd just stopped in to tell me the joke and... and what? He's so tall and hot, very cool too. Love his mouth.

It was going to be a shorter Eagle session today than Tuesday because I'd gotten so much done then. Ray was the third reporter this afternoon and I was apprehensive about what I'd hear from him... I didn't get a clue what it was going to be from the expression on his face when he walked into that tiny office. He sat down without looking at me, a move his brother would make but not Ray so that didn't bode well. He gets better looking and hunkier every time I see him, something hot about him that I just can't put my finger on... some natural quality that I'm attracted to. I know I'm gonna be disappointed and I've told myself it's my own fucking fault... he was ready to go Tuesday. On Tuesday he asked me if anyone was at my house, he wanted us to go at it that afternoon... dammit! I say, "Sup Ray, you're looking good today, dude... I like that T ya got on." He scratched his head, took a deep breath, and says, "Dylan, you're probably not gonna............

to be continued..... Chapter 5 (Andy)

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