Dylans Senior Year

DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR By Donny Mumford

Chapter 9 (Chubby's Girlfriend)

What a weekend I just had! OK, Friday afternoon wasn't too cool cause Miguel and Javier kicked my ass a little bit. But then things turned my way when my number one homeboy Chubby showed up with that ass-wipe Ricky and the worm turned, so ta speak... meaning it went from two to one against me, to three to two against them, and Miguel and Javier got the worst of it from that point on. My great weekend began at that point. Right now it's Monday morning, I'm in my bathroom getting ready for school and at the same time reliving the activities of the past weekend. It all began with the fabulous sex in Robby's pickup before the movie Friday night... Robby's so hot. Then later listening to Chubby finally come clean about the window washer boys' deteriorating situation and how Ricky and his old man have been taking more and more advantage of the boys. The worst of which had Chubby submitting to anal sex with Ricky, among other indignities, and who knows how many of the other boys are being treated the same. Surely Mr Ortiz is aware of his son's perversions, he has his own of course, for example; requiring the boys to be naked for their evaluations and taking secret pictures of them being spanked or with dildos up their ass... it's all outrageously sick. I called in the favor Jake promised me and he's gonna do something, or have someone else do something, that will get Chubby out from under Ortiz's control once and for all. It made me feel awesome to have a solution to Chubby's problem and the sweet show of gratitude back from Chubby has been awesome too... I was basking in the glow of it all. It's a wonderful feeling helping the most important person in my life solve a major problem in his life. There's one little other unexpected development gleaned from Chubby's confession... he mentioned that he'd spunked getting fucked by Ricky, so that has gotta mean Chubby's at least bi. I'm not sure how to proceed with that revelation, but one way or another I'd sure like to be more sexually intimate with Chubby. Actually, I've already been sexually aroused to climax with him a few times, but he's been asleep when it happened. I'd love to do some sex with him while he's participating, you know... other than jacking off, I mean. Maybe we're destined to be jer-off buddies forever and nothing more than that... hope not.

Then, Saturday I had my over-night date with Willie which never disappoints. The day started with a playful but hot fuck between his little roommate and me. Andy fucked me good which allowed me to enjoy a rare relaxed, pleasant day with Willie. Usually I'm squirming with sexual desire anticipating the hot sexy, sexy time we'll have together later but Saturday Andy fucked a nice load of spunk out of me and I was chillin' after that... that boy is another hot one though. Of course Willie fucks me better than anyone ever has and Saturday we had two great fucks and then another one Sunday morning. We squeezed in some oral sex and a hot rimming session too. I was limp by the time Willie dropped me off at my condo. The best weekend of my life continued Sunday after breakfast when Robby, Chubby, and I visited Merrimack College. Long and the short of it... we were impressed with the college and now the necessary paperwork is on it's way, plus the three of us are renting a two bedroom apartment across the street from the college. OK, so it's not dormitory living, but we think it's better for our situation. To complete my weekend the way it began, Robby and I took a detour on the way to Robby's house so we could fuck the same way we did it Friday night. Perfect ending to a perfect weekend. If every weekend could be like that you'd never hear me complain about being horny.

Normally reliving a sexy time like this past weekend would necessitate pulling on my pud till cum was firing around the bathroom, but I'm so sexually satisfied this morning I don't need to... actually though, now that I think about it, what the hell. I dropped my boxers and did a nice jerk-off while remembering Robby on my lap facing me for kisses, my boner up his ass and him riding it up and down, up and down... ooooh yeah! Jesus! WOW! Thinking about that hot fuck had me squealing two minutes later as a nice string of cum splattered against the sink, then a nice rapid four additional spurts. Whoa! that felt good. Now I'm sexually satisfied for real. It's great to be clear headed, ya know. I cleaned up my spunk, got dressed, had a egg sandwich and a cup of tea, and was outside smoking when Chubby bounded down his steps looking awfully cute with a little mouse under his right eye left over from the fight. "Dylan, my favorite person on earth!" we did a quick hug before I say, "Likewise, Chub.. wassup?" He's all excited about us deciding on the college and the apartment and all. But naturally he was the most hyper and excited about getting the Ricky problem resolved, "Ya think Mr Rollins will take care of Ricky today?" I'm like, "Jeez, Chubby... I don't know how fast he can organize mayhem for those perverts, but I bet it'll be sooner rather than later." Chubby has sort of been OK since Friday night's confession, but I think it's taking a great effort for him to appear to be that way and he has been slightly fragile a few times since Friday night... he was again this morning as he hugged me a second time and said, "Oh God, dude... I'm so relieved. That's going to be a huge fucking load off my mind, never needing to think about Ricky, or think about what he does to me, or worry about my picture being on the Internet, or any of that horrific shit... such a relief! It's made me feel sick for months and the relief is massive, dude... huge!. Thanks, Dylan...." His voice ran out of steam at the end, all choked-up, as a single tear ran down his face. I reached up and wiped it off his cheek with the back of my finger mumbling, "I love ya, bro... I hope Jake's guys put a big hurting on those two shits for what they've done to you." Chubby bit his top lip and looked away to say, "Me too..." To brighten things up and get past this slightly awkward moment I told Chubby the two jokes about the priest, the ones Willie told me during lunch on Saturday. He listens, then goes, "Oh man, they're terrible.." but he laughed anyway and added, "Hey, lets get going or we'll be late... you drive, Dylan". And I did. We weren't late, but we didn't have time for the smoke at the football field refreshment stand like we do most mornings.

Stowing some stuff in my locker and then starting off for homeroom I backed into Miguel almost the same way it happened last Friday. This time I dropped my book, Miguel snatched it right up before the herd of students in the corridor could kick it away. He said, "Jesus, you are one clumsy motherfucker, Newman! Here ya go man, hows it going?" He said everything in a friendly voice, like we're buddies now, I go, "Dude, thanks. I'm pumped to know you're willing to save my ass every time we collide in the corridor..." What a nice smile Miguel has, never saw that before. He gives me the smile and says, "Hey, you're mostly healed from that ass-whipping me and Javier laid on your skinny ass. You white boys heal good." I chuckled touching under his eye with my index finger, and say "What's this, you got two black eyes? You need some boxing lessons, dude." He says , "Yeah, probably. Hey, you checked about me getting back on the paper yet?" I say "Today for sure. It won't be a problem, Miguel." and after another boyish smile showing super white teeth, he mumbles, "Thanks... I gotta bounce, later bro..." and we both made our way, in different directions, to homeroom. Gee, he was so friendly, it made me feel good. I'm in my homeroom with a few minutes to spare and, as always, the first person I see is Robby and he's also looking mighty fine this morning. Boys rock, why isn't everybody gay? ... the straight boys can't help themselves I guess, but are they ever missing out on something very special. Robby's better looking than any girl I know, and then jeez, remembering last night causes me to blow out the long breath I'd been holding in and adjust my dick thinking," wasn't I just thinking how sexually fulfilled I am? ".

But Robby is so perfect looking, I gotta stare in wonder. We do our regular greeting with him pressing his crotch into mine during our quick hug, pat on the back, and handshake. I whisper, "You are so fucking hot looking" Robby blushes a dark red and mumbled, "Thanks, Dylan... you too". I had to sit right down to cover my boner, how can this be after all the sex I've had this weekend. It's Robby, that what it is... he's the cause of my arousal, he's simply so beautiful to me... I can't imagine anyone being better looking. Then I thought of his little brother Dodger and how he just may be better looking. Guess it depends on which you prefer, blond hair and blue eyes like Robby, or brown hair and brown eyes like Dodger... other than that they look like identical twins except two years difference in age. Robby sits backwards in his seat leaning his elbows on my desk, his head forward, he says "Wasn't this the best weekend ever, Dylan?" I go, "Phat to that, Robby. We need to get together soon, I can't wait a whole week to be with you." He's nodding his head, his eyes wide and animated as he goes, "I need a haircut, can I come over after school?" I say, "Robby dude, you have baseball practice and I need to work at Stop & Shop after school today... and anyway, Dodger will just tag along." We talked about how we've got to somehow get together, we're really hot for each other... and getting hotter. The bell rang before anything definitive was decided on. We have a tentative plan to get together Wednesday after his baseball game and only later do I remembered that Wednesdays have recently been the day for Connor and my so-called bowling dates. We'll see...

Sitting in my first class I thought some about Elliot's brother Ray and how he's due back to class after his bout with strep throat. I'm gonna check him out... see if he needs help discovering if he's gay and then maybe I can work out another date with Connor... good vibes for this week, good possibilities. Damn, I'm getting horny again just thinking about it... hey, it's in my genes, don't blame me. At lunch Elliot tells me Ray's going to be out another day or so. Then after lunch Connor catches up to me as I'm heading to the refreshment stand for a cigarette. "Dylan, wait up dude." I smiled at another wonderful looking boy while he gets his arm around my neck to pull our heads together, and whispers "Will you go bowling with me again?" Close up he smells nice and without thinking I kiss his cheek. Connon goes, "Ooh!" and steps back wiping his cheek with the palm of his hand. "Dylan, what are you doing...?" We're both looking around, I'm blushing, then I awkwardly bump into him, still looking around to see who saw us. Realizing we were unobserved, we both laugh and begin walking again. "I don't know what I was thinking Connor, sorry but you are slightly cute... remember we discussed this." He's into his joking manner, saying "Vaguely, something about wearing used shoes too... oh wait, that may have been the bowling part." We goofed around getting over the kiss and then I told him the two priest jokes. He goes, "I never heard those two stories" and I say, "Gotcha... you didn't know the punch lines" and he's like, "You mean they're suppose to be jokes? No, no, no! Jokes are funny, you told me two very short stories about priests." And we bantered back and forth like that while I smoked. The main thing he wanted to tell me was that he wanted us to get together again, but he couldn't do it this week because he needed to help his mother with some things. I think it was drug related but I didn't pry, just said, "Next week for sure Connor... er, if I can help you with anything Connor, I want to. You're, um... I mean, we're buds, ya know. Anything I can do..." He nods his head with damp eyes and says "Thanks Dylan... but no, I'm good". Then he takes a quick look around before leaning in for a quick kiss on my lips and mumbles, "Thanks again for offering..." and we walked back up without saying anything more. I really like him, he's such a good kid... that mother of his though... oh, who am I to judge her? In study hall I squeezed Chubby's neck and asked, "You OK?" and he nods his head and tries to smile but it looked forced. He's probably been thinking about work after school all day long, the poor kid. When the study hall proctor calls for quiet I walk up to his desk and get a pass for the office. It only takes a couple of minutes to get the OK for Miguel to rejoin the newspaper staff... it'll only be for our last edition of the year, but he can be on it next year as a senior. The rest of the day was routine except after last class, surprise... there was Miguel at my locker again. He goes, "So...?" and I go, "See you tomorrow after school at the Eagle office, you're doing our lead story". He goes, "You just avoided another motherfucking beating, Dude" as he swatted the back of my head playfully. He wasn't nearly as friendly this afternoon as he was this morning but he's probably worried I won't think he's a bad-ass if he acts too nicely. I go, "I'm gonna pee my pants if ya keep scaring me like that". He laughs and swaggers off.

Elliot and I worked together at Stop & Shop after school and while stocking shelves he whispered that Jay and him were doing "it" so much this past weekend they both have sore body parts... Elliot's ass and Jay's penis. This discussion surprised me because I would have thought these matters were too private for Elliot to talk about so openly. I guess because he considers me part of the solution, like his psychiatrist maybe, it's OK to tell me intricate details... or maybe he just wants to brag. The funniest thing is the way he told me about it. His eyes wide, he talked in a whisper in super sincere manner... I tried to keep a straight face but eventually he had me doubled-over with laughter. Elliot joined in with the laughing but I don't think he realized the humor of his presentation... he used a voice and a demeanor appropriate for describing how to do delicate brain surgery during his descriptions of how often and in what position he and Jay fucked... it just struck me as so funny. Jay still uses a condom of course... as Elliot explained, "because doo-doos pass through that area from time to time", it seems Jay took to fucking like a hobo takes to a ham sandwich. So now I'm their hero as well as Chubby's hero and a little bit Connor's hero too... sweet! You want to feel good about yourself... do something important for your friends, it's a great feeling. Later I'm fixing cheeseburgers, french fries, and Cesar salad for our dinner when Chubby comes through the door with a long face. "What's wrong bro...?" I asked, and Chub goes, "It's that prick Ricky again. I can't wait to get away from him... he humiliated me in front of the other guys. He's pissed I won't talk to him, he says I'm acting moody and it's affecting morale of my team. He hinted to the other boys about my fetish too, I don't think any of them caught the reference but they saw him smack the side of my head and send me for more rags... the rookie kids go get the rags, I've been on the job almost eighteen months." Then he whined, "When's Mr Rollins going to do something?" I squeezed the back of his neck and quietly said, "It'll be soon Chubby, hang in there..." Chubby says, "Ricky's canceled the rest of my furlough too. As of tomorrow I'm his whore again..." I go, "Don't say that Chubby, you're not anyone's whore... don't ever think that." He was really low, down in the dumps, "Dylan, I don't know how I put up with this shit before, but now I can't... I'm awake to the ludicrousness of it all now... I can't do it anymore. Can you call Mr Rollins again?" I can't do that, it wouldn't be right. I say, "I'm sorry, but he told me to never mention it to him again. Chubby, buddy... don't go to work tomorrow, just don't go. Ricky won't put pictures on the Internet just because you missed one day of work."

We talked through a number of possibilities and somehow Chubby got to feeling a little better after a bit so we were able to finish cooking dinner and then eat it. What got Chubby feeling better is the realization that nothing really bad normally happens during the week, just demerit assignment and the occasional finger fuck and kiss, neither of which Chubby wants to experience but could survive one more time if he absolutely needed to. It's the really bad stuff that happens Saturday nights that Chubby doesn't feel he could tolerate even one more time and we're sure Jake's hoodlums will do their thing before then... that thought calmed Chubby down, but he still wasn't himself. I can't remember Chubby being so clingy as he was the rest of the night, especially while we were watching TV after homework. Well actually, it's the way he was with me before the Chavez brothers kicked our asses and put Chubby in the hospital, everything changed after that and I don't know why. Whatever the reason, a clinging Chubby has always been enjoyable and tonight was no exception. I put my arm behind his neck and he fell asleep like that laying against my side, his arm across my belly. When he was breathing steadily I pulled his head against the side of my face, what a wonderful natural smell he has. I felt wetness and realized I'd been silently crying at the thought of Chubby going through his nightmare with Ricky for all these many months now... he had to have felt so alone, why didn't he tell me sooner. Then I thought, what could I have done about it sooner?

Next day walking into the high school saying to Chubby, "See you at lunch, bro" I run into Vinnie Delmarco, Dodger's fuck buddy, and he's like, "Oh, Dylan, sup? Ya seen Dodger?" I go, "No, not since last Friday night..." Vinnie says, "Um... he wants to ask if we can borrow your barber clippers. We want to give each other buzz cuts... no offense intended about your barbering skills." I mumble, "None taken, sure you can borrow them" and I'm thinking... if these two hotties take care of each others haircuts, that means it'll be just Robby and me when he comes over for his. I asked, "When ya want em'?" Vinnie says, "I'll need to ask Dodger that... later dude, and thanks". OK, a little opening here. In homeroom I tell Robby about it and he pulls at his pant crotch, blushes, and says, "Awesome, Dylan! Wednesday huh?" I say, "Right after your game... hey, you got your car, right?" It was all set, sweet! Before the bell Robby asked, "What do ya think those two are up to? Vinnie and Dodger, you think they're doing some gay shit?" I go, "Jeez, do you?" He shrugs his shoulders and says, "Nothing would surprise me anymore... I mean, how about you and me?" I say, "What about you and me?" and Robby mouths "I love you" and I go, "Oh, that..."

Later in the day I see Ray and the poor lad looks like a ghost. I go, "Raymond dude, you look like shit, what's up with that?" and he's like, "Ahhh Dylan, don't be like that. I been wicked sick. This is my first day back to school... I lost six fucking pounds and you know I wasn't exactly a heavyweight to start with." I told him I was only joking, that I knew he had strep throat, "Just breaking your balls, dude. Ya look great, Ray." What I didn't say was anything about him and me testing his gayness... he looked too frail for sex. It would have been nice if he's said something about it though. You know, to indicate he's still interested in discovering his sexuality... like I did with Carl Denton. Anyway, this means... no Ray, no Elliot, no Connor, no three-way with Dodger and Vinnie, and no Willie this weekend either. Hmmm, I'm gonna need to wear out Robby's ass I guess... or remain ridiculously horny. What a nerve I have talking like this after last weekend. I really can't bitch too much, but ya know... you get used to something and then you don't got it for a while and ya miss it. On the other hand I did get laid twice two days ago, so get a grip... miss it, whaddya talking about? So OK, maybe a slow week ahead, sex-wise... except for tomorrow afternoon with Robby that is. Then, maybe Friday night too and maybe even Saturday night. That brought me back down to earth, thinking of Saturday night made me think of Chubby again and of all his problems... and how something has to be done to prevent him from spending another Saturday night at Ricky's. Come on Jake, get moving!

The day dragged on and then Tuesdays after school I began work on the last high school newspaper of my career... it's my last issue of The Eagle. Miguel was the first one there, all business now. He had three full length articles, two were very good and we discussed them for awhile. He left to do some rewrites and I proceeded to the next reporter, a girl who smelled like soup, with an article on the senior trip that's coming up. Eventually I get the stuff taken care of that needs taking care of and when I'm just about ready to leave Connor hurries in. "Oh good, I thought I'd miss you" he says. A big smile breaks out on my face because his eyes are so bright, his face shining with his grin "Did ya put that big fucking book away yet?" he asked. I laugh as I'm glancing out the office window to see the class room outside is empty. I go, "Actually I didn't take it down today, but we can practice..." and as I take a step toward the closet Connor wraps his arms around me and hugs me mumbling, "I'll keep you from falling" and he rubs the side of his face against mine and quietly says, "I told you I have a big crush on you". It feels nice being hugged. I say, "You know I have a boyfriend, right Connor? I don't want to lead you on..." He goes, "Uh huh" so I continue with, "Well, I really like you and if we can keep it as buddies-messing-around together, as opposed to boyfriends-messing-around together, I'd like to do that." He rubbed his face against the back of my head and very quietly says, "Well then, what am I supposed to do about this crush I got on you?" I wrestle around to face him and asked, "This is you're first crush, right...? you're very first intimate gay behavior?" He goes, "Yeah, it really is and it's driving me nuts too." I was flattered naturally so I said that, "I'm wicked flattered Connor, I really am, but I don't know what to tell you except that I had a crush on a boy last year so I know what you're talking about when you say it hurts your nuts". He chuckles and says, "That's not exactly what I said" and I asked, "Do ya want to dance?" He still had his arms around me. He mumbles, "You asked me that before and I told you I can't dance." I was mumbling now too, "You want me to teach you how to dance sometime?" He said, "OK" and then we kissed right in the office were anyone who happened by could see us. How stupidly brazen, and at the same time it demonstrates how bullet proof we teenagers think we are. My pants filled up with my boner as Connor's tongue licked mine. We made out doing things the way he and I had done them the first time, this time with much more participation from him... Connor's a quick study.

It only lasted about a minute, no one walked by. My face felt warm and Connor's face was flushed as we stepped apart, "Sorry..." was Connor's comment and my mumbled response was, "Don't be..." we both took a big breath together, then adjusted the crotch of our pants. He did a rough cough and I said, "Ya got a joke for me, or something... anything, ya know?". He ran his fingers through his medium length hair thinking about that for a second, and says, "A joke?... yeah, here's one... it's a parody about how much woman like to shop." With my heart still beating too fast, I nod my head and sit at my desk. Then, off the top of his head, Connor told me this joke:

During a shopping spree a lady finds shoes she absolutely loves, and they're on sale too... then in the next shop she sees the perfect dress to go with the shoes and then a sale on cosmetics. In another shop she's buying another pair of shoes when she gets a cell phone call from a female doctor notifying her that her husbands been in a terrible car accident and is in critical condition. She's devastated by the news, but at the same time she realizes this is the best shopping day she's ever had so she decides to hit a couple more boutiques on the way to the ICU room at the hospital. She looses track of the time though and shops all morning finishing up with a cup of coffee and a yummy slice of carrot cake... then remembers her husband. Feeling guilty she rushes to the hospital carrying all those bags of new purchases, sees the lady doctor in the corridor and asked about her husband's condition. The lady doctor yells at her, "You went ahead and kept shopping while your husband was desperately ill, didn't ya? Well now he's fallen into a coma, so that's the last shopping trip you'll be on for years because from now on you'll need to take care of your comatose husband around the clock, 24/7". The wife was guilt-ridden until the lady doctor chuckled and said, "Don't look so glum, I'm just pulling your leg. He's dead. Show me what you bought."

I'm shaking my head like it was bad, but it did make me laugh because I hadn't expected that punch line. Actually, the important thing is that the joke bridged the gap from our aroused state to a more normal one. Connor smiles and says, "Pretty bad, huh?" Then, in a serious manner he asked, "Dylan, do you think I can get a college loan? How do I go about it?" and we talked about that for a while. He's rethinking Community College, he wants to go away to college and if you ask me, he needs to be out of that house, and he deserves to be away from his mother too. I refrain from offering him the forth spot in our apartment because I first need to get the OK from the other two guys. Connor's already accepted at Merrimack as well as nine other college. He explained he'd applied to them in case he won the lottery and could afford to go to one of them. Now something has changed and he wants to go the college-loan route if possible. I didn't pry as to why he didn't do this in the first place... guys have secrets, family secrets sometimes, that they'd rather not talk about. He didn't seem to want to leave the office so we talked about college loans, co-signers, living away from home, and later about silly stuff like what his hair style should be when he comes over my condo for a haircut. I find him so likable. I find most cute boys likable of course, but I mean in Connor's case it's something more special. I can't have three boyfriends though, can I? He looked at the clock finally and said his mother would need him shortly. I wondered what it is he needs to do for her, but didn't asked about that either. We finally walked out together and separated to walk home in opposites directions. Chubby has the Jeep today or I would have given Connor a ride home.

During my walk I wondered about my feelings for Connor... do I have special feelings for him because he's so open about liking me so much? That probably has something to do with it, but he does have this wholesome honesty about him, this "goodness" about him, for lack of a better word. Then I switched gears and thought about Chubby and how right now he may be getting ridiculed by Ricky or smacked... or something worse. A hatred for Ricky and his father all of a sudden came over me and at that moment I wanted to be the one to do something bad to them. It made me think back to what Robby did to Joel and I understood his action a little better now. He felt that rage against Joel that I feel against Ricky... he felt it and did something rash that we all got away with, but it wasn't very smart. Oh well, what could I do to the Ortiz guys anyway... best to let the professional thugs take care of business. I just hope they're successful... I do worry that something might go wrong resulting in a picture of Chubby with a dildo up his ass appearing on the high school web site. Oh my God, he'd never recover from that... never.

In the condo later on Chubby has a new horror story to tell me about the window washing job, "Dylan, I feel like such a shit but I caved in to Ricky again... he made me apologized to him for my moody behavior in front of the crew. He then had everyone line up and one by one they walked by me and smacked me on my bare ass right there in the garage after work. Some of them smacked me hard too. One humiliation after another, but it was either that or get in the SUV after work with Ricky, I chose the apology and gang spanking." Chubby told me of this abomination in the same monotone voiced he'd used for his confession Friday night and I could envision him slipping back into that zombie-like mode he'd been in before... if things didn't change in a hurry he might wind-up right back where he was before the black and blue spanking. It's a fucking bitch when someone has control over you like that, you lose your free will and then what's left? That goddamn Jake better get off his ass. I'm extremely upset hearing this latest news, but tried not to make a bigger deal out of it then it already was, "We need a brotherly hug, Chubby... come on, man" and I hugged him saying "Maybe tomorrow's the last day for that fucking window washing job ever... you can hold on, I know you can. Don't let those two perverts defeat your spirit, Chubby... they're less than roadkill." He lay against me letting me hug him... sometimes his body will get stiff as steel wire after a short hug, but not this time. I rubbed his buzzed head and asked, "You letting your hair grow in after. You know, after the window washer job?" I wanted him thinking past that fucking job. He mumbled, "I'm going back to my old barber, he can decide." He means me of course... damn, it's hard to witness Chubby this beat down, it's never happened before actually but it's been building for months I guess, and has finally boiled over. I said, "I made my special mac and cheese for dinner tonight, Chubby. Whaddya say, shall I heat it up? I got those Italian rolls we like too." He muttered into my shoulder, "I love you Dylan" and I had those fucking tears running down my face again. I wiped them away with the back of my wrist so Chubby wouldn't see them... he don't want pity. He goes, "Yeah, let's eat... I'll make our cole slaw, it'll go good with the mac and cheese".

After dinner we studied for an early final... less than a month till graduation. We have our senior class trip to New York City in less than three weeks and a week later we graduate. Fuck, this Ricky thing is ruining our fun... you only graduate high school once so we should be enjoying the experience. Later my discrete observations indicated Chubby was functioning OK, but it looked to me like he still needed to put out a lot of energy making it appear that way. He went to bed earlier then usual looking totally exhausted and defeated. It breaks my heart to see him like this so I didn't sleep well myself. Next morning he was outside smoking next to the Jeep when I got there. He had this forced cheerfulness going for him, "Hi Dylan. Sorry about last night, dude... feeling sorry for myself. Pathetic, huh? Mr Rollins is reliable, right... I mean, he will do something right?" Although I have no way to know if it's true or not, I go, "Guaranteed, Chubby. Today or tomorrow." Chubby goes, "Hey, I've handled it this long, I can handle it for however long it takes. I'm so pissed at myself for acting so soft, that's over with from now on, Dylan. I promised myself last night in bed... no more pussy-boy shit." I mumble, "You've never been a pussy about anything, Chub... don't say that." He flicks his cigarette butt about twenty feet in the air, we watched it and when it came down it lands next to him as he planned it would, and he stepped on it, saying "No more window washer talk Dylan, enough is enough. I'm not laying anymore of this shit on you." After we get in the Jeep, me driving again, I say "It's three to a room in New York for our senior trip, so that works out for us good... you, me, and Robby". Chubby goes, "Huh? What about Robby...?" It went like that, he pretends he's through worrying about Ricky but it's all he's thinking about. Even though I promised Jake I wouldn't, I gotta call him again if something doesn't happen soon. I need to be able to give Chubby real hope, some idea of when action can be expected. Fuck! I hate to do that after promising I wouldn't, but I will if nothing's done by Friday.

Ray was at my locker after school today. He goes, "Ahh... um, Dylan. I think I'm all set on that stuff we were talking about before I got sick. You helped me a lot already and for now I don't think I need to have you suck my dick and, ya know, me fuck your butt. I did a lot of thinking while sick laying in bed and I'm certain now that I'm straight. Thanks though and... that is, you won't tell anyone about us, will ya?" I'm thinking yestergay, but I go, "No, Ray... never. I'm happy for ya, man." He pats my back, starts to leave then hesitates and asked, "Did you, or I mean, we... did we do OK together that time? I mean, if I ever need help deciding things in the future, could I... or, would you be willing to help again?" I said, "Sure, Ray... we're buddies now." He nodded his head smiling and said, "Thanks, Dylan... see ya around." I watched him go, and damn! There's just something about him that's wicked sexy, even more so than Elliot actually. I guess ya can't win em' all but maybe it's not over, maybe he'll get the itch this summer some time... hope so. Meanwhile my minds on Robby, he's the baseball team's second baseman and that's where I'm headed right now... to the bleacher section across from first base which is the closest spot for watching a certain second baseman. After the game Robby will be driving us to my condo ostensibly so I can give him a haircut, but we have other things in mind as well. No Dodger today because Robby's going to bring my barber clippers home with him so Vinnie and Dodger can do their own thing, whatever that may be.

The student body doesn't really support the baseball team all that much so the stands weren't crowded. There was only one boy in the stands today that interested me... a cute blond with a flashy grin. He didn't seem interested in me, he seemed interested in impressing the girl he was with. She looked like him actually, maybe they were brother and sister although something told me they weren't. He's probably just another straight boy who doesn't have a fucking clue what he's missing. Once the game started I stared mostly at Robby and saw a different Robby than the one I know and love, although this one is plenty hot too. On the baseball diamond he carries himself confidently passing out reminders and praise to his teammates, the consummate co-captain. Not one time did he lose concentration to look over at me in the stands, which I admired him for. He had three hits in the game, a double and two singles. Watching him was a pleasure, his body lean and hard while his movements were graceful yet full of power and strength. He looked taller than five foot, ten inches in his uniform with the Yankee-like black stripes on a white background. He had his baseball cap pulled snugly down causing his ears to stick out from his head a little, for some reason that looked so boyish to me it gave me a woody. I found myself chewing on my bottom lip in anticipation of Robby and me having the rest of the afternoon together, just the two of us. When Robby fielded a sharply hit ball to his left and threw the kid out, the game was over... Robby and his teammates ran off the field with the win. I got up and adjusted my dick. OK, it won't be long now... I'm excited. Last weekend seemed like a long time ago by now...

I met Robby at his car in the school parking lot. He was kinda sweaty since he'd skipped showering in the locker room after the game. He said, "Didn't want to keep you waiting. How'd we look out there, Dylan?" I said, "Awesome... especially the second baseman". He smiles and says, "One more game and then I get to shave down here again." and he grabs his crotch, "You want me to shave my pubes, right Dylan?" We get in his car and I say "It's not what I want, it's whatever you want. Shave em' or not, I don't mind." The second he's off the baseball diamond he can't make a decision for himself again. "I think I should, don't you?" I go, "Sure, that's cool" and then we talked some about his three hits in the game. In my condo we ate grilled cheese sandwiches for a snack while drinking strawberry-kiwi Snapple, then went outside to smoke a cigarette. Robby has a way of looking at me that makes me grin, his eyes have a shy look... almost like he wants me to tell him everything is fine... he appears to want acceptance from me. I've told him many times I love him so how much more acceptance can I offer? After a bit I purposely blew a big exhale of smoke in his face which got him smiling again and he does the same back at me. Then he says, "It's weird being in love with another boy, isn't it?" I say, "Not to me it isn't. It would be weird to me if I was in love with a girl... that would be really weird." He nodded his head looking at me with those eyes, so I say "I love you, Robby. I know it's love too, what else could it be? I'm in love with you, a boy... and it's not at all weird to me." He wiped across his mouth with the back of his hand, then coughed while unconsciously adjusted his nuts and mumbling, "Thank you... double that right back at you. Don't you think it's a weird feeling to be different from everyone else though?" I said, "We're not different from everyone else, we're a regular part of nature... the exotic part of nature actually. I feel sorry for the guys in the other part to be honest with you. I'm lucky to be able to appreciate the perfection of a boy like you, of your body and your face... and of the boyish sweetness of your nature too. I feel honored to be in love with you." He swallows hard and looks down... then says, "You too, Dylan. Can we come out together now? Tell everyone we love each other..." I quietly say, "Not right now, after we graduate... sometime after we graduate, OK?" He looks away now, disappointed, but nods his head that it's OK.

This put us in a quiet mood, I say "Come on Robby, I want to shampoo your hair before the haircut... you have hat hair". He says, "Can you do the massage part too, the massage like we used to do last summer before work?" I go, "Absolutely, you're gonna get it all this afternoon. He looked up at me grinning now and muttered, "I was hoping I would..." The quiet mood continued inside as we walk downstairs to the finished basement. It was too quiet so I put a CD in the player and, with the sound kinda low, we listened to Counting Crows, a great rock group for listening to, but a group that's kinda hard to look at on videos. Robby looks at me questioningly and I give a small grin and nod my head toward the small half bath and then follow him in dragging a straight back chair with me. Reaching under his T-shirt I press the palms of my hands against his belly and lift the bottom of the T-shirt as Robby lifts his arm for me to pull it over his head. The little tuffs of blond underarm hair are almost invisible and except for his sparse pubic hair they're the only hair on his mostly pink, wonderfully defined torso. The tan lines on his arms highlight the muscle definition and I grab both arms at the biceps and slide my hands tightly down to feel his muscles and stare into his eyes. Robby's lips are slightly parted and he's somewhat into that trance-like frame of mind that I've been known to slip into when things are sexy and smooth and slow and yummy. My hands at his wrists now I pull him to me and slide my hands down further to hold his hands, our face comes together and we kiss, then lick tongues, then kiss a big, slow wet kiss that last thirty seconds. I let go of one hand and grope his crotch, he's already boning up. A puff of exhale in my face and Robby barely whispers, "You get me so hot, Dylan... I can hardly breath." I rub up the back of his head and pull our faces together again, he's still damp from the sweat of the baseball game, but I love when it's a little raunchy... he has an excellent scent, sweaty or not. We kiss some more and then hug with the sides of our faces together until I say, "Let me start shampooing your hair" and lead him to the sink.

The straight back chair is positioned to lead against the sink with the chair's front legs off the ground. A towel at the top of the chair's back cushions the back of Robby's neck when he sits in the chair. His head over the sink, I pour warm water from a sixteen ounce Burger King soda cup over his hair. Of course the cups been cleaned. I pour more water through his two-toned blond hair, more than is necessary because I like running my fingers back through his wet hair. Robby looks comfortable, his eyes closed, his lips barely together, his hands folded in his lap. I'm playing with his hair staring at his extraordinary face, then leaning down I kiss his lips and Robby opens his eyes to smile with them, and with his lips too. What a beautiful boy. There's shampoo stored in the medicine chest so I pour some in his hair and work up a big lather, my fingers against his scalp while pulling on his hair. Robby's flattop is almost too long to stand-up, about two and a half inches so I'll need to cut off almost an inch. On the sides his hair is over the tops of his ears, fabulous hair but as I've said in the past I can't make too much of it because mine is almost exactly like his. That's a weird thing too because we don't look alike at all and my Mom doesn't have hair like mine. She says my biological father did though, and I got his hair gene... wish I could meet him, but that's another story. After enjoying the shampooing awhile, I began filling up the Burger King cup with warm water and pouring it on Robby's hair to rinse out the shampoo, this took awhile because even though his hair isn't all that long it's thick... millions of fine silky threads. It eventually was clear of soap so I pushed the chair forward onto it's front legs and towel dried Robby hair then used a hairdryer and a brush to get it standing straight-up off his scalp into a too-long flattop. We'd been quiet for fifteen minutes so when I asked this question I spoke quietly, "You sure you want to keep the flattop hair style, Robby?" He goes, "Yeah, I like it... do you think it looks OK on me?" I say, "Yeah, it does but so would any other style, it's what you like thats important." He says, "Then I'll stick with this... it reminds me of you and me last summer." Sweet! but I let it slide.

His hair is wicked clean and totally dry so I squeeze behind his neck and begin the massage he asked for... massaging his slightly damp bare torso, damp with perspiration that smelled sexy. In a minute Robby's body was totally limp and docile. Neither he nor I have any real knowledge of massaging, we just do whatever we think might feel good for each other. I massaged his shoulders and nipples and upper arms and scalp and the back of his neck and occasionally I lean down to kiss the side of his face, a kiss I hold there for half a minute. Robby moans quietly, a tent in his pants. When my hands get to aching from the constant squeezing and rubbing I say, "OK, let's do your haircut now" and in a trance he follows me out of the half bath over to the bar stool, me leading him holding his hand. When he's on the bar stool I combed back through his hair more times than is necessary because I liked doing it and his hair smelled real nice and natural... I'd rinsed so much water through it the shampoo smell was eliminated, which was my goal. Robby's head is resting back against my chest as I'm combing it from front to back but finally I figure enough is enough so I say, "Sit up now Robby, I'll do your haircut". His brother has a haircut fetish, but not Robby... Robby doesn't have any fetish of any kind that we've discovered so far. He sits straight so I can do the potential trouble spot first... the flat top. I need a steady hand to keep the clippers straight as I cut the top hairs flat, leaving it about an inch and a half long. It takes four or five sweeps and then I look from all angles, snip a hair here or there that eluded the clippers somehow... then begin on the sides and back. I take my time doing it correctly and in fifteen minutes it's a real nice haircut if I do say so myself. Robby had the cape around him to keep the hair off his pants, but he's still bare-chested so when I take the cape off him I'm greeted once again by the very special Robby Dickers body scent... too bad I can't bottle it. "Take a look, Robby" as I pass him a hand mirror, "Nice!" he goes but I know he'd say he liked it no matter how bad it looked. It's fine and so does he... he looks so All American Boy... anyone would think so, not just me. I have to smile whenever I see him, he's a treat for the eyes... and he's my boyfriend.

He helps me clean everything up and put things away, then he takes the clippers out to his car so Dodger can borrow them... we sit on the top step smoking another cigarette. "That was so peaceful and dreamy, Dylan... thanks. It was sexy too... was it sexy for you?" I try a smoke ring without success and say, "You can't imagine how sexy I think you are, everything I do with you is sexy." He lets smoke drift out of his mouth and inhales the same smoke in through his nose, then a second exhale. "You do that inhale thing, Dylan. It's our secret way to smoke" so I do it and then he inhales my exhaled smoke and I do his, but by now I'm dizzy... "Whoa, I'm fucking dizzy, dude..." and I flick my butt down toward the street as Robby does a mock cover-up of his head with his arms saying, "Ya never know where those suckers might end up". This time my butt went sorta in the right direction, burning on a step halfway down to the sidewalk. "You wanna mess around in my bedroom, Robby?" He flicks his butt trying to get it on the same step as mine but it lands one step up. "Oh yeah, Dylan... I wanna mess around, let's go" and he followed me back into the house. We both pluck a few mints from a bowl on the little table next to the door to suck as we walk to my bedroom... for our breath, ya know. Robby goes, "Let me undress you, Dylan" so I stood or sat as he instructed and soon I was naked, socks and all. I helped Robby out of his pants, underpants, and socks... then we hugged our naked bodies together. Robby whispers in my ear, "I had a dripping dick during the shampoo and massage, thought I was gonna pop off for a second there... came real close. I like doing that without touching my dick, it's a special way to cum". I mumble, "What's that you're saying..." and cover his mouth with mine. We did our more recent lovers make-out at first, the one where we do real sloppy, slow kisses while softly caressing each other's body... special attention to our asses and all the time grinding our cocks together gently with our hips. It's a mesmerizing, dreamy time and I love doing it like that but as the heat builds so does the intensity and the speed picks up and gentle turns into humping... spit gets spread, the noises squeaking from our throats become constant... and mostly our boners get so hard they hurt, precum wetting the head of each.

Robby's panting and huffing, groans into my ear "Fuck me Dylan, do it hard and deep, and fast..." pushing him over backwards onto my bed, I climb up after him. No lube again, jeez! After pushing his legs up I drool a long string of spit right onto his hole, he's spitting on his fingers and reaching down to add his saliva to mine. Spots in front of my eyes tell me I need to breath so I take a deep breath and settle-down a bit, then get us in position. I'm up on my knees facing Robby who's laying on his back with his legs up in the air, bent at the knees. He resting his thighs against my biceps as I hold him at the hips. I get my boner at his hole and lean forward to push it in... it goes in but Robby grunts and reaches under his left buttocks to adjust it. He gets it to go inside him straight, Robby's grunting initially with some discomfort, I'm concentrating on his expression and when it seems everything is working OK I pull out some, pushing right back in, and then do it again the full length of my boner, then again. I let Robby's legs drop down to wrap around my rear end, he says, "Ahhh yesss, oh God that's good..." so I fuck him fast for a couple of minutes... he's really into it, going "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" his eyes close, then open to look into my eyes and he grins, "Oh this feels good" he moans as I lean down and we try to eat each other's mouth, my hips flying loose, steady, and fast... like a piston my boner's head is flying up and down his tunnel of love. Somehow we've stumbled onto this position and it has Robby in ecstasy, this is the most verbal responses he's ever felt the need for... lot's of "ohhh" and "ahh' and Yeaaaah" and "this feels sooo good Dylan" and the ever popular "Yeah, fuck me... fuck my ass harder" and other stuff like that.

Whenever I pull my mouth away from his, he starts in with the pleasure-zone chants again. After a bit he reaches around my waist with both arms trying to pull my body tighter against his ass... his legs are already around my body, crossed at the ankles, doing that same tightening thing. It's surprising I can even hump my hips driving my boner up his ass, but I'm doing it easily and it's awesome. Soon it's getting to the point where the frenzy of the fuck has me near exhaustion, Robby takes his right hand back from my waist and begins stroking his boner making "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh" sounds which tells me he's about to fire off his load and sure enough, he says "I'm cumming.." and two thin strings of cum criss-cross his right nipple, then a few spurts of cum on his belly as spit runs down his chin. I blow my load up his ass with the third contraction of his hole, a white light fills the inside of my head... that indescribable feeling all around my pelvic area make my toes curl up tightly, me grunting loudly with each small additional burst of spunk spewing from my cock joining it's brothers up Robby's ass. Sweat dripping from both my temples, I burned a load of calories in this fuck but they couldn't have been used in a better way. My cock still in him I lay on Robby with my sweaty face against his... we took deep breaths together for awhile, Robby keeping his legs wrapped around my waist.

Finally, a lot calmer, Robby says, "That was the best. We never did it like this before, I've memorized the position though cause we positively need to try this again sometime soon... don't ya think?" I lift my head to grin in his face and say, "OK"... he squeezes his legs around my midsection in a wrestling scissors-hold manner saying, "A little more enthusiasm please". Damn, he's got strong legs! I go, "Oh yes! Let's do this position lots and lots" and I made my voice sound like a little kid excited on Christmas morning. Robby lets up on the leg squeeze and, smiling, says, "That's better". We kiss a few times, then I slowly pull my cock out of that warm snug hole, cum drools out of Robby's ass onto my bed sheets, my cock quickly cooling down to the temperature of the room. He's chuckling at the mess on my sheets with me mumbling "Icky". We get up and, maybe because I'm so used to Willie doing it to me, I take Robby's hand and lead him into my bathroom where we squeeze into the little shower and take an awkward shower together being careful to avoid each other's elbows. Both of us got squeaky clean and then rinsed-off, but it took some doing. We dried each other with a big soft towel then Robby borrowed a pair of my underwear so he wouldn't need to put his sweaty ones back on. I said, "What the hell Robby, here's a clean pair of cargo shorts and a T shirt too." He put them on saying, "This is sexy, wearing your clothes, particularly the" and I waited a second, then looked up at him and he goes, "the T-shirt" and we smirked at each other because obviously he means the underpants. We shared another Snapple... I invited him to stay for dinner but he couldn't, he needs to study for finals so he was gone before Chubby got home from his window washing job. Robby's freshly barbered blond head disappeared down the steps, me watching from the front window. I felt good all over. Man, love and sex rocks! Wandering back into my bedroom to stare at my bed wondering if I should change my sheets, then coming to my senses I shake my head... am I nuts, a very pleasurable hot, sexy activity took place on those sheets and I want to think about that before going to sleep on these very same sheets later tonight. Then, smelling my pillow where Robby had his head and... there he was, faintly.

Back in the kitchen I made one of Chubby's and my favorite dinners... pork and beans with apple sauce and a salad. Searing the pork chops in a highly heated frying pan and then putting them on top of the baked beans that I've already added Karo syrup to, for sweetness, and a hot cherry pepper for spiciness... cover and they're ready for the oven now. I found myself in an odd, contradictory mood ... very happy about my personal life, but real worried about Chubby's. Jake is pissing me off for taking so long... of course, that's not fair, I only told him about it last Saturday and today's Wednesday so that's five days. Oh, I don't know, he could have done something by now I guess. I go back outside on the top step waiting for Chubby and smoking a cigarette, a cigarette I didn't even want... just something to do while I'm killing time. Oh shit! Here comes Ricky's SUV. God damn him! I'm not hiding this time, so instead I walked right down the steps to the sidewalk and waited there as Ricky's SUV made it's way down the street. I was nervous so I sucked a big drag off my cigarette... I was definitely expecting a confrontation of some sort. Ricky is about my height but a lot bigger that me, football-player bigger, not fat bigger. He didn't glance at me though, instead he parked a half block down from our condo. I slowly walked to the car and looked through the dark gray glass window to see the back of Ricky's head. He was facing Chubby who I could see already had his pants open and was struggling to get them under him as he sat in the passenger seat. That got me so mad I knocked on the window loudly with my knuckles, Ricky's head snaps around and I yell, "Just wanted to thank you for helping with the fight last FRiday". It's hard to see details through that fucking dark glass, but he looked a little pissed off. I nodding my head in a goofy way glancing at Chubby who's buttoning up his pants now. Ricky looks at Chubby for an instant, then quickly back at me... the power window on the driver's side slides smoothly down and Ricky barks-out, "What the fuck are you babbling about?" I act offended and say, "Fuck you then! I was thanking you for helping with the fight." I hear the passenger door of the SUV slam, that's Chubby's "slam" all right, there's no door of any kind that Chubby doesn't feel needs slamming. Ricky looks back to where Chubby used to be, then back at me and grunts, "I wasn't in that fight to help you, dweeb..." then Chubby's next to me, he squeezes my hand as Ricky, in a menacing voice, says "We weren't through here, Jeffrey. I suggest you get back in the fucking car." Chubby squeezes my hand again and shakes his head, "No". Ricky glares at me and without thinking I give him the finger and say, "Have a nice day", then grabbing Chubby's arm we walk back to the steps leading to our condos. Ricky yells after us, "I'll see you in school Newman, and I'll see you on the job tomorrow, Romero..." He obviously meant it as a threat and I'd be lying if I said it didn't worry me, but there's nothing to be done about that at the moment.

Halfway up the steps Chubby stops and says, "I didn't want you getting involved in this Dylan... Ricky's got a bad temper and he's never liked you anyway. And, how many fights you want to get us into, anyway?!" False bravado takes over my brain and I say, "Fuck him! Ya want a cigarette?" and we shared a cigarette... another one I didn't want, but it gave us something to think about for a second, let us calm down a little, get the heart rate back to normal. While smoking we discussed our strategy for tomorrow which boiled down to... avoid Ricky, and no more antagonizing him if one of us does run into him. Chubby may or may not go to work tomorrow after school, he'll see how he feels about it then. Chubby referred to me as "his hero" all evening, but in a sarcastic way. I know he felt self conscious about me seeing him getting ready to be finger fucked by Ricky... also, Chubby much prefers being in the savior role like he was in my fight with Miguel. You know, that role rather than the damsel-in-distress role, but who doesn't? I didn't counter his sarcastic attitude because Chubby's self image is taking a terrible hit lately and I don't want to do anything that makes it worse. In that regard I not only didn't contradict his sarcasm, I was also kinda deferential to him all evening, letting him make the choices of when we ate, studied, etc... Near the end of the night he seemed OK, and lately OK is the best I can hope for with Chubby. In bed that night, laying on dried cum, I wanted to relive Robby's and my sex, but found myself worried about tomorrow... not so much about Ricky in school, he most likely doesn't want to get suspended for fighting close to graduation, but it was a real worry what Ricky might do to Chubby at work tomorrow.

Chubby and I were in somber moods driving to school next morning, halfway there I said, "It was stupid what I did yesterday. Just makes matters worse, me trying to be a big shot... sorry Chubby". He's driving, flicks his right hand at me like "forget about it" and then says just that, "Forget about it. You and I look out for each other, I shoulda said thank you, actually." I go, "If that fucking Jake would do something we could finally be done with this..." We had a cigarette at the refreshment stand but weren't talkative, we were both worried about the fallout from my action with Ricky yesterday. I got to homeroom five minutes before the bell and was moping at my desk when Robby comes in full of energy. I need to hide my gloomy mood because I don't want to bring him down with it, he's all squiggly and squirrelly, in constant motion... totally excited about our sex yesterday afternoon. I got up and we did the quick greeting, then in our seats, him sitting backwards in his to talk to me with our heads close together. "Dylan, this is no bull shit, I've been thinking about being in your bed with you doing, you know... thinking about that ever since I left your house and we just might have had the most perfect time ever yesterday. Whaddya think?" I go, "It was awesome alright but I think we can do even better, you getting the pick-up for tomorrow night?" Now Robby looks down, mumbling "Nah, Dad needs it tomorrow night and, even worse, Vinnie's grounded for some reason so Dodger's gonna be shadowing you and me at the movies." I'm like, "Well, that sucks... How bout Saturday night, what's happening then?" Robby goes, "I'm suppose to go to that party for the baseball team... I'm taking Barbara Wiggins". I'm like, "What the...?" then whispering, "and you want us to come out of the closet? You're dating some broad. What... when, I didn't hear about this." The homeroom teacher is yelling for everyone to "Shut-up people... I need to take attendance" Robby looked like he was relieved he had to turn around. Can I believe this?... I'm fucking roaring jealous! I never thought I'd be jealous... Robby seems so devoted to me, and now he's dating some girl?

Still pouting during first class... in my head I'm thinking..."Jesus, we get some extra sex going for us Wednesday and now we'll miss our regular Friday pop-off.... and Robby's got a fucking date Saturday night. Not only that, Willie's at Prep this Saturday... what am I suppose to do?" Feeling sorry for myself and knowing how stupid that is because I've been having a lot of things go my way lately, then I remember that Chubby will hopefully be out of the window washers before Saturday so there won't be the Saturday night party for him to go to... we can do something together, just the two of us. It's been over a year since we had a Saturday night just the two of us. I thought about stuff like this the rest of the morning, time really dragged... me keeping an eye out for Ricky and when I wasn't watching for Ricky I was worrying about Chubby at work later this afternoon... what will that sadist do to him? Then lunch, I'm approaching our lunch table with my tray, Chubby's sitting there with Jay and Elliot and I'm trying to figure out that strange expression on Chubby's face... can't figure out if it's good news or bad news so as I'm putting my tray down I say, "OK, what happened?" Chubby bites his lip, rolls his eyes toward the other two boys mumbling, "I don't really know, maybe something, maybe nothing... Ricky's not in school today" and he nods his head now, ever so slightly at Jay and Elliot. Jay asked, "Whats sup with Ricky?" Chubby says, "Oh just work related stuff, but Ricky's out sick today." Elliot slurps some tomato soup and says, "I heard he was in some kind of car crash or something." Chubby and I exchange looks... it's kind of scary to think we caused something like a car crash... if we did, that is. We finished eating quickly and went outside to talk about it. We were both feeling weird, nervous, shaky... whatever. Then, in study hall a Hispanic kid that works on one of the window washer crews comes up to Chubby and they whisper for a few seconds. The kid takes off for his class and Chubby turns to me, white as a ghost, he says "Nobody was hurt, but the Ortiz house burned to the ground last night. Dylan, I'm scared." So was I because burning the house down was over-kill, but I didn't let on. Instead I tried for that false bravado again and said, "Too bad those too miscreants weren't in there when it burned. You don't have anything to be afraid of Chubby, you didn't do anything." He nods his head and the teacher says, "Mr Newman, pretend you're studying and knock off the conversation." I try to look innocent.

Nothing new through last period and after school I meet with Chubby to discuss what we should do. We decide Chubby should go to work like normal so I let him use the Jeep even though it's my turn to drive it. He dropped me off about a mile from Stop & Shop, I wished him good luck and watched him drive away. He had a look on his face like he was gonna be facing a firing squad or something. Walking the rest of the way to Stop & Shop I tried to think of a way Chubby or I could be in trouble and couldn't think of one unless somehow the fire was traced back to Jake and he squealed on me... but even then, I didn't do anything except tell my problem to Jake. I'm not in any fucking trouble and neither is Chubby, it's just a little creepy knowing someone burned down that fucking house because of us, that's all. Of course there's always the possibility there was no fire and there was no car crash... rumors have a life of their own, but still, Ricky wasn't at school. After working my shift I'm walking home home wondering what Chubby will have to say tonight. And then, well, well, well... Chubby's sitting on the top step waiting for me. He never gets home before me. What the hell happened now? Chubby has that blank, unsettled expression on his face again. I trudge up the steps and sit next to him, "What happened now, Chub?" He shakes his head and says, "I got fired. Me and Julio got fired... he's the kid I talked to in study hall today". Naturally we both light cigarettes, that's what you do in almost every stressful situation. This was weird and a bit scary... I'm hesitant to ask anything about his pictures being on the Net for fear he'll say something I don't want to hear. I go, "Why'd ya get fired?" He shrugs and tells me what happened.

Not that the entire situation is totally clear, but Julio provided information that is fairly complete. Julio's father split years ago so it's just he and his mother living together... there's an uncle, his mother's twin brother, who helps out from time to time as a father figure for Julio as well as in financial ways occasionally. Julio's afraid of this uncle who's one tough customer, but who's devoted to his sister, the mother. Anyway, the uncle is a member of a motorcycle club in Lawrence, Massachusetts. This so-called club is actually a gang of hoodlums who mostly hi-jack tractor trailers and then sell the stuff in the trailers to third parties. Well, they also do contract work for unions and mob-types, including murder, according to Julio. This gang was contacted by someone, and I figure that someone was three or four people separated from Jake, to get rough with Ricky and his father as well as preventing certain pictures from getting distributed. Julio's uncle was one of the hoods involved and when he heard the details he went ballistic because his nephew Julio is one of the window washer boy... incredibly bizarre coincidence. Obviously the uncle wasn't happy about Mr Ortiz making his nephew get naked for spankings. In a fury, he and three other thugs rode their hogs to Framingham, stole a U-Haul truck, staked-out the Ortiz house, and when Ricky and his father were in their SUV on their way to dinner the U-Haul rammed them a few times. Ricky was driving when the stolen U-Haul drove through a stop sign into the driver's side, the impact shattered Ricky's hip along with a medley of other injuries. The father wasn't wearing a seatbelt so was thrown out into the street by the impact... his condition isn't good, but it isn't death threatening either. Ricky's going to need hip replacement surgery as soon as today. That's a painful rehabilitation we're told... in any case he's not graduating high school this year and he won't be back on the job anytime soon either.

Julio's uncle could have left it at that, but he was not pleased that his namesake nephew was subjected to naked spankings and maybe worse, so the hoods drove back to Ricky's house and burned it to the ground. As the fire trucks were arriving the U-Haul lazily pulled away, they drove to where they'd parked their motorcycles and rode the bikes back to Lawrence. That all happened last night after Ricky dropped Chubby off at the condo. Then this morning the uncle, brazen as hell, visited Mr Ortiz with a laptop and supposedly convinced Mr Ortiz to delete every picture ever taken of the boys. Fact is, that wasn't even necessary because the death threat was more than enough to dissuade Mr Ortiz from using the pictures. Apparently Mr Ortiz is a bully and a pervert when teenage boys are involved, but when a large, strong dangerous psychopath threatens to kill him, Mr Ortiz turns into a pussy... he's probably still peeing his pants. The police discovered the U-Haul within hours of the hit-and-run accident but they have no chance of apprehending these guys... mostly police only solve crimes when a citizen informs on someone or the perpetrator does something incredibly stupid. The motor cycle gang might not be rocket scientists, but rather than do something stupid their M.O. has always been to do nothing. They don't need to do anything, they just go back to Framingham and their hijacking hobby... having a good old time. There isn't anything that connects them to the Ortizs and there isn't anyone who's going to say anything that will enable the police to connect anybody to anybody else, only the victims might help with that a little, but they aren't saying anything either, for obvious reasons. Case closed.

It's mind-boggling to think that all I needed to do was tell Jake I need the favor he promised and all this shit goes down five days later. It wouldn't have been this bad of course if the Uncle didn't have a personal interest in it... Chubby and I don't need to feel we caused all the mayhem, just some of it. I asked Chubby, "How sure are you of all this?" He says, "Why would Julio lie? He doesn't know which of us boys got this thing started and I certainly didn't say anything to him about Jake. I just listened to Julio, who wasn't real bright telling me all that stuff in the first place. But then, he knows I don't want it coming out about our Saturday night parties anymore than he does." I'm nodding my head up and down agreeing, then Chubby added, "I also made it clear to Julio he's not to tell his uncle he confided all this to me either". Chubby's sure that Julio understands completely, as a matter of fact, around his Uncle Julio is seen but not heard... he doesn't open his mouth around him and once in a while he gets a fifty dollar bill for being a good kid. Everything discussed between Chubby and Julio stays strictly between the two boys... except that Chubby's telling me everything, of course.

Chubby then went on to describe how the boys got fired and what else happened at the work site earlier this afternoon. Apparent Mr Orti's brother is a fireman. He met the window washer boys at the garage and told them about the accident and the fire... he says it's all a total mystery, no one understands it. As a fireman the uncle works three days a week, twenty-four hours a day, so that leaves him four full days a week to temporarily oversee his brother's window washer business... keep it going until Mr Ortiz is well enough to take over again. The uncle said since it's actually a five day a week job all the boys won't be needed for the foreseeable future. It's unfortunately necessary to let some window washer boys go... the first two being Chubby and Julio. The fireman was sincere about all this, he's not in the know about anything, he said to Chubby and Julio, "Sorry guys, but you're the two specified by my brother... I'm sure it's nothing personal". Julio wasn't surprised of course, Julio knew his uncle had visited Mr Ortiz that morning. He felt bad for Chubby though... Chub told him he wasn't getting along with Ricky so that's probably why he was the other one being fired. Both were glad to be out of it. Chubby reiterated that the fireman/brother didn't appear to know anything about the Saturday night parties. The man appears to be legitimately helping a family member during a crisis.

I could see how it all went down and fit together and I felt really good about it myself... really good, and I was surprised Chubby wasn't jubilant... he was moody actually, he said he felt very nervous and shaken about everything. I quietly say, "Yeah, but when it all sinks in you'll realize you're free of the Ortizs... you'll also see they're aren't going to be any repercussions and then I think you'll be feeling better about everything, hour by hour. I'm feeling better by the minute myself." I couldn't help but think of the accident Robby caused Joel last summer, that thing could have been much worse than it was, but even so Robby and I felt weird initially then too, sorta like Chubby's feeling now. After thinking about it, Chubby nods his head in agreement and says half jokenly, "You're the best identical twin any boy ever had". He squeezed my hand and smiled, but still seemed tentative about things. It is a lot to grasp I guess... I don't know, maybe I'm not as compassionate as Chubby because I don't feel any remorse at all. After-all... Richy and his father didn't die, the father will be out of the hospital in a day or two, back to work in a couple of weeks. Their homeowner's insurance will build a new house to replace the old one and their auto insurance will replace the SUV. Of course Ricky's got painful months of rehabilitation and maybe won't ever walk without a limp, but fuck em', they got off easy... or at least got about what they deserve.

That was my theme the rest of the night with Chubby, we got no studying done of course... just rehashed over and over how Ricky and his old man got pretty much what they deserved. Julio's uncle scared the living shit out of Mr Ortiz so Chubby and me think there's little chance of future Saturday night parties for the other window washer boys and that means we did them a favor too. Chubby and me together were talking Chubby into a better frame of mind and I was feeling righteous as hell about things by the time we went to bed. Chubby slept with me, he slept clutching me tightly all night. In the morning we were feeling much friskier, Chubby was more like... "Fuck em'... they fucked with the wrong boys this time, Dylan. When you and me are involved it's best not to mess with either of us too much... they did though, and they can see where that got em'... the assholes." He acted wicked proud to be my best friend, I saw it in his eyes and it made me tear-up a little cause I'm wicked proud to be his too.

Well, it's Friday which is always nice. Robby acted strangely in homeroom, he was worried I was mad at him because of his date Saturday night. Damn, he looks so cute with that haircut though, and that awesome face... I say, "What's wrong Robby?" He leans close and whispers, "My boyfriend's mad at me because I'm going on a date Saturday night... it's not really a date though, the girl just needs a ride and Pat Burns asked me to give her one." I go, "No shit? Why didn't you tell this boyfriend-person about that yesterday?" He goes, "Cause he didn't give me a chance... he's a terribly bully." I go, "Sounds like an asshole alright, how about you going to the movies with me tonight and the hell with him." Robby says, "Alright, but my little brother needs to come with us." I say, "Hot shit! That rocks!" and we both laugh. The bell rings and were outta there rushing to first class where I tried to think how I felt about things in general... things are a little unsettled at the moment but looking OK, looking good for the long run... so that's cool. I tell myself to think positively. Then later at lunch Chubby was seeming much more like his old self... it was sinking in how he was totally out from under the thumb of Ricky Ortiz... he was free at last, good God almighty, free at last. He was also very chummy with me. Squeezing my hand and complimenting me on my cool shirt, saying he liked my earring and was getting rid of the window washer earring to get one like mine. He ruffled my faux hawk saying maybe he's let his hair grow-in and generally was treating me like I was very special. I enjoyed every second of it because I know Chubby, he'll get over this in short order and I'll go back to idolizing him instead of the other way around... for now though, this is fun.

At my locker after last bell Connor showed up and leaned against me pretending the crowded corridor caused him to fall into me. He says in my ear, his lips touching it and leaving a drop of saliva, "I missed not going on our date this week. My mother's in the detox center for the next ten days so I'm on my own till then and I'll definitely make our next date." I say, "Great, Connor... you're a lot of fun to hook-up with" and I whisper "a good make-out partner too... and oh yeah, cute". He's beaming but smirking too because none of the kids bustling past us could imagine what gay stuff we're saying to one another. He goes, "My heart just went pitter-patter when you said I'm cute" and I snuck in a goose of his ass. He says, "Did I tell ya, I gotta work two twelve hour shift at the restaurant, one on Saturday and the other Sunday, so I can't do it over the weekend, but wanted to ask if you would help me with my college loan papers sometime next week... in addition to our date?" I go, "Sure, I'd like to help you Connor". He purposely backs into a surging group of kids hurrying by and they push him into me, Connor kisses my lips and says, "My crush grows..." Someone calls his name and Connor says, "That's my ride... see ya Dylan". I was left in a daze, he's extra special. It's fun for me to be with him, but I already have two boyfriends. He's so hot though... man, I guess it's not a bad problem to have actually... you know, maybe three boyfriends.

Again I worked with Alex Cora on my Stop and Shop shift. He inferred he'd finally managed to fuck his girlfriend but wouldn't come right out and say that... no details. Then he wanted to know if I'd double date with him, take out his girlfriend's sister, "She's a year younger, but the word is she's a bit of a hootchie if you hear what I'm saying. We'll get them trashed, which is a no brainer, and get us some tail. What's your ride like, dude?" I'm like, "Sweet, yeah, lets do it. Oh, I got a Jeep, it's cool... when you wanna do this?" He's like, "Saturday night, it's gotta be Saturday night. I had Billy Gilmore lined-up but he's grounded for bad grades, so whaddya say?" I go, "This Saturday?" and he's like "Well, yeah..." and I'm going, "No fucking way this Saturday, I already got a date. I thought you meant next week or something. Damn, that too bad." He says, "It is just a tad on the short-notice side, I guess" and he laughs. We agreed to do it soon though. I tried not to smile, Alex is a good kid... he's just as horny in his field of interest as I am in mine, but we're plowing different fields for sure. You gotta love the het boys though. Work was fine and when I got home there was Chubby in my kitchen with our pizza dinner all ready. He was really coming on now, smiling and happy and effervescent as all get out. "Dylan!" and a big hug. He has a key to my condo of course, we have all our dinners at my place because it's one floor lower than his condo and when we're done eating we have a finished basement to chill out in when we want to.. "I'm starting to feel the way you predicted I would, dude. I'm feeling super bad, super fine. I'm in such a good mood, no window washing this afternoon, no Ricky and none of his bullshit and I'm just so grateful to Mr Rollins and to you, Dylan. This is truely an awesome feeling". He was so high, his attitude so positive, if I didn't know better I'd suspect he was on a drug of some kind. Oh, it made me feel wonderful to see him so happy. We chatted away while eating dinner and then I got cleaned-up to go out.... Chubby watched TV until I was ready.

On the way to the Loop I asked, "What should we do tomorrow night Chubby? It's the first Saturday night in over a year that it's gonna be just you and me." He was driving, he scrunches his shoulders up saying, "Oops! Aren't you and your friend Willie doing something tomorrow night? Don't you guys usually do stuff on Saturdays?" I go, "Not every Saturday night, maybe twice a month, why?" He makes a face and says, "I got a date with Mary Jo Renoldo tomorrow night and I kinda need the Jeep too. Sorry Dylan! Today in school I was so excited about having Saturday night free I asked her out... I've wanted to do that for months." I'm thinking... somebody wake me up from this fucking nightmare, or twilight zone I'm in. All of a sudden both Robby and Chubby have dates, with girls? What the fuck? Pretending it's no big deal I go,"Oh, I'm happy for you, dude. Mary Jo, huh? She the one with the overbite?" He laughs and says, "Nooo, she doesn't have an overbite! She has nice teeth and a real nice ass. I went to the Prom with her, remember?" "Oh yeah, little bit overweight though, right?" I remember the prom alright, I went stag with a half dozen guys cause we didn't want to have some girl telling us we're drinking too much or cursing too much. I danced more dances than Chubby did with his tub of lard date in that ridiculous pink dress... I remember it just fine. Chubby admitted afterward he didn't have as good a time as I did, but I didn't rub it in. I was one of the best boy dancers there too, thanks to Willie teaching me how. Chubby's like, "Overweight? Are you crazy, she's just right... cute too!" I yawn and mumble, "If you say so, Chub". He parks and there's Robby watching our Jeep come into the parking lot. I don't see Dodger so I get my hopes up a little, maybe Robby and me.... then, there's Dodger smoking with a couple of guys who look like they're ragging on a few kids I don't know. Maybe kids from their class.

Getting out of the Jeep Chubby says, "There's Mary Jo, I gotta talk to her about tomorrow night, see ya later Dylan." I go, "Say Hi for me..." and Chubby gives me a strange look, maybe because I used a goofy voice to say that... who knows. A fucking date on the first night he and I could do something together... man, it's always something, ya know! There are about seventy-five teenagers of various ages milling around outside the movie theater on this beautiful May evening. Full moon, temperature in the sixties, and summer right around the corner. I saunter over to Robby who gives me the kind of welcome that brightens my outlook immediately... it reminds me how much love I have for him. He's so honest about his feelings for me too, unabashed affection... no holding back trying to be cool about it... smiling, touching, adoring eyes. He's perfect and the more time I spend with him the more I realize this is true love, Robby and me. With Willie and me it's love, but a love supported by out sexual infatuation with each other. He turns me on sexually more than Robby, but this feeling in my heart for Robby is quite a bit different than what I feel in my heart for Willie. Robby and me have great sex too, but Willie and me have maybe the best sex I'll ever have in my lifetime... maybe it's partially because of my age and partially because Willie and I are electricity together... that and a unique combination of Willie factors play into my subconscious and conscious mind. When I'm away a college I'll miss that extreme level of sexual gratification that Willie puts on me, but I'll have my true love with me which is the more important of the two.

Robby and I do our normal greeting but he includes an exaggerated crotch grind that has be looking around to see who might notice... no one is paying attention to us. I say, "You make me feel so good Robby, thank you". He looks at me funny and says, "Are you alright? That don't sound like you somehow." I go, "Well maybe not, but I don't want you to think I take you for granted because I don't" and I leaned close and whisper, "I love you, dude... as in gay love, ya know?" He blushes and mumbles, "I'm getting a hard-on in my pants, Dylan... how can we sneak away?" I say, "Where'd you park...?" and before he could answer Dodger comes running out of the pack and gets me in a headlock, then musses my hair as I try to break free. "Dylan, dude... whatssup?" I go, "God-dammit, Dodger... don't mess my fucking hair" and I goose him hard. He leans down and says, right in my ear, "Squeeze them harder..." and I did with Dodger going "Ow, that feels good". Robby says, "Let go of him, Dodger... for Christ sakes, act your age". Dodger lets go of my neck and says to Robby, "He was crushing my nuts, you know how much I like that" and without giving it a thought the brothers brush their lips together for their quick-as-a-flash brotherly kiss. I've seen it so many times now I don't give it a thought, but I'll bet other kids do. It happens whenever they leave or say hello or speak harshly to each other, there's always a fast kiss to fix things. Parents too... father to boys, mother to boys, boys to boys, and mother to father. An orgy of quick-as-a-flash kisses on the lips... a very odd family tradition that none of them seems to realize would be considered weird by most of the world's population. I used to bring it up to Robby but he just shrugs it off saying, "You don't kiss your Mom?" he don't get it, but that OK. Dodger does it to me if thinks he can do it without being noticed and I like it. Of course that's because I like Dodger a lot and I love his brother so let them have their goofy family custom... just count me out where the father comes into it... I put my foot down at that. Dodger says, "Vinnie's grounded tonight for getting detention... he got caught smoking in the boys room, what an idiot! We did our buzz cuts last night, Dylan... how's it look?" Robby says, "Anybody can do a buzz cut, numbnuts" I rub the top of Dodger's head saying, "You need to do the outline, that's the cool part." Dodger says, "You do it for us... what are you doing tomorrow?" I tell him I don't know, to call me. The three of us walk away from the main entrance to smoke a cigarette and rag on each other a little... all in good fun.

Seeing these two standing side by side is awesome, I love their looks. Dodger grew about an inch or so this past year and is over five-feet seven-inches now. That pisses Chubby off because they both used to be the same height, Chubby's stopped growing at five-foot, six... a shame really. Robby and I weren't going to get to be alone tonight so I resigned myself to that and enjoyed just being with the brothers... that's fun too. Dodger's very sexual, like Robby, and they're both gay which reminds me to be careful not to make a gay sex reference when they're together because neither knows the other's gay. They both know I am, of course... it's confusing at times, but like I said... always fun. After our smoke we drifted to a larger group of kids to swap quips with them for awhile and later I went inside to pee and spotted Chubby and Mary Jo through the the back section of glass doors making out up against the side of a car. I stood there frozen, watching them go at it like Robby and I go at it... I feel like crying because that should be me with Chubby, not her... knowing how stupid that is didn't change the fact that it's how I feel. She isn't fat or anything, she's fine except she's a girl. Chubby had one hand between them groping those disgusting breasts of hers. Actually her tits weren't all that big or disgusting I guess, she has a cute shape, for a girl. Chubby and her are the same size and fit together pretty good. I'm jealous... it's as simple as that. I feel like running out there and telling her that Chubby and I shave each other's pubes, and we jerk each other off once in a while, and we sleep together sometimes too... hugging each other. Ah fuck! It's so sick to even think about doing that. Breaking away from my peeping Tom act I go into the lavatory thinking about jealousy. I'm jealous of Andy and I'm jealous of Mary Jo... that's all. Not too bad, I was jealous of that girl Robby is driving to the party at first, but not now... it's not a date and I know Robby isn't going to make out with her.

So, I was in an OK mood, but not a great one during the movie and then after the movie in Burger King, about the same. Then after Burger King I got in a worse mood because Mary Jo came with Chubby and me in the Jeep. Chubby dropped me off, then drove her home. I don't even want to think about what they're doing in that Jeep... a Jeep that's one-half mine and I don't want certain things done in my half either! Chubby asked me what was wrong about six times at Burger King and on the drive home, but he's seen my pouting prowess before so he gave up. At one point I mumbled, "Lets do our run tomorrow, Chubby" he looks at Mary Jo then bites his lip and says, "Um... well, if we do it really, really early, OK... I promised to help Mary Jo move some stuff at her place tomorrow morning." I go, "Forget about it then... I want to sleep in on a Saturday morning" and none of us said anything the rest of the ride. I can tell she doesn't like me... the bitch! As it turns out I was tired and even with the jealousy in my head I went to sleep quickly... slept late too. Got up around eleven and had breakfast with my Mom. We talked about many things for a hour or so and I got my full dose of how great I am from her. Made me feel good, she's a very nice Mom. Then Dodger called to see if he and Vinnie could come over to get their buzzcuts outlined with the fine-bladed trimmer I have. I go, "Well, how do you two piss-ants intend getting here? Chubby's got the Jeep today" and Dodger's like, "Dylan, I drive... I'll get my Mom's car." I say, "You drive? Since when?" and he moans, "I'm almost seventeen you nitwit, of course I drive..." and we insulted each other a while longer before I said I was going for a four mile run but afterward they could come over. It turned-out that if they couldn't come right now they wouldn't be able to use his Mom's car again until after three thirty so we settled on that.

A half hour later I was jogging in Parkers State Park like Chubby and I used to do every day... that seems like a long time ago to me now. The rest stop at the two mile mark is where I ran into the Marine more than a year ago. He's long gone, but once in awhile I think of his extremely dominant personality and how it captivated me for six weeks or so. Then I thought about the Marine being married and about how even though he was married he still liked gay sex... that made me think about Chubby some more. Am I definitely out of the picture were sex and Chubby are concerned? Not necessarily, but it's a longer shot now than I thought it was a week ago, except for this... Chubby's self image is damaged so maybe that's the reason for this dating thing all of a sudden. He's confessed to me the gay oriented things Ricky did to him and how they made him cum, as in climax... so maybe he's going to try to rehabilitate his image by being as straight as Casanova. Hope he isn't doing this to prove something to me... that is, if he even is doing what I think he could be doing. Oh my God, I can give myself the worse headaches sometime. Anyway... how can I handle four boyfriends? No way, but Chubby's special to me... so very special. I jogged without thinking about anything for awhile then shouted to the empty forest "FUCK!" because I was frustrated that everyone was busy tonight... then it hit me that it's not that way at all. How about that hot three-way I had with Vinnie and Dodger that time... and they're coming over later, so actually, everyone's not busy. Hmmmm, I was so concerned about feeling sorry for myself I forgot to think positively. This could be fun... it was last time. This is virtually the perfect scenario, the perfect example, of gay buddy-sex... no one's in love here. Vinnie maybe has some kind of crush on Dodger, and Dodger thinks Vinnie's volcanic hot, but love isn't a word that ever comes up. This is sex for the fun of it. Well yeah, it would be if they want to. Why do I assume they'll jump at having a three-way with me again? I don't know why, but I think they will... hope so. Except, they're so young... are they too young for me? Oh hell, why do I do this to myself, if they wanna do it, I'll do it. Damn, now I was running faster, easier. I felt a lot better, my spirits perked-up and you know what... even if this doesn't work out I'm still one very lucky boy... hell, I got two solid boyfriends right now, and how many boys can say that?! So maybe nothing happens tonight, big deal... I know something sexy is bound to be happening soon. Damn, it feels good to run... it feels good to think positively too.

Back at the condo I ate a late lunch of grilled cheese and bacon while watching Tiger Woods play golf, Ya gotta wonder how he'll be after that serious operation on his knee that happened last year. Then Chubby comes hurrying in and says, "You wanna do the run now, Dylan?" I go, "I already did it". Picking up the other half of my sandwich he takes a big bite, then laying it back down, he says "You still mad at me?" and I go, "I was never mad at you" and he says, "Liar" and I say "Was not". He squeezed my hand as I went to pick up the half sandwich he'd taken a bite of and says, "Let's do something together". I'm thinking that we can't do our shaving and wacking off because the Moms could be back any minute so I say, "Lets go over to the school, there's a baseball game today... it started a half hour ago" and that's what we did. We walked around saying, "Whassup?" and doing the one arme hug, hand shake, and pat on the back to our buds from school. Had a cigarette and two warm beers each that Mickey Miller stole from his father's garage refrigerator an hour ago. Almost got in a fight with fans from the other team's high school... some shoving and cursing and one-finger salutes, but nobody felt like a fight all that much. Over at the refreshment stand we got free hotdogs from a girl working behind the counter that Chubby knew. She pretended to make change but gave Chubby back the same five dollar bill he'd given her. She says, "I hear you and Mary Jo are going out again" Chubby shrugs and goes, "Yeah, she's got a crush on me. Thanks for the dogs, Sam" and I'm thinking, going out with Mary Jo "again"? he was going out with her before? What the hell? I waved to Robby twice during the game but he's intense in a game and never noticed me. Our team lost twelve to eight, Robby had a homerun... I watched him circle the bases and though what a hot body he has. The game was over and everyone drifted away, I drove us home and we went in my condo to pee out the two beers.

Back in the living room Tris sticks her head in the front door and says, "Chubby, your girlfriend called while you were out... give her a call, honey" and then she went upstairs to get ready for work. I could hear my Mom's shower running in the back bedroom as she got ready for work too. Chubby says, "Yeah, I gotta go, Dylan... it was fun today bro" and he hugged me and said quietly in my ear, "Thanks again for saving my life, Dylan... you and Mr Rollins. Love you, bro" another tight hug and he was off... off to call his girlfriend. How the hell is she his girlfriend? They only just started going out... oh yeah, again. Oh brother! Then my cell phone rings, it's Willie who says he misses me and then I lay on my bed as we rehash last weeks sex together. I want to jack-off except my Mom hasn't left for work yet. After almost half an hour Willie says he's being beeped and it might be a call he's expecting so we say we love each other and hang up. I wonder why we call it "hanging up". Then I think about me saying "I love you, Willie" and how it's different than when I say "I love you, Robby" and then my cell phone rang again. It's Dodger, "We on for this afternoon, Dylan?" I go, "How long ya got the car for, you guys want to keep me company tonight? I'll buy the pizza and ya never know what might develop." Dodger's all excited, "You really mean it, Dylan? I'd love to and I know Vinnie would too. I'm gonna call him right now and I'll call you back." I lay there on my bed daydreaming about boy-on-boy sex knowing I think about sex too much, but not really caring that I do. My Mom sticks her head in and says, "I'm off Dylan, what are you going to do this evening?" I said, "A couple of guys might hang-out with me here... other than that, nothing. Chubby's got a date tonight and... ah, no one's around." She said, "Just take it easy, you're always on the go" and she was out the front door. I took a deep breath, feeling good again. The phone again, "We're on, dude... Vinnie bought a half pint of vodka from old man Swartz for twenty bucks, we're gonna have ourselves a party." I laughed and said, "Bring it on dude, you rock..." We hung up, he actually does rock although a steady diet of Dodger would be too much for me... he has one speed, full speed ahead. But, once in a while, the fast lane is fun....

to be continued chapter 10 (Senior Year Ending)

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