DYLAN!
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The world turns, and the best summer of my life is now officially over.
Now, I find myself in my senior year of high school, plus I'm working part-time at the grocery store Stop and Shop. Framingham High provides some perks for seniors. We get reserved parking spots and the best lunch schedule, we finish with classes three weeks before everyone else, and there's a great Senior Class Trip to New York City in May. There are also other senior-only affairs still in the planning stages that are intended, basically, to get us out of class.
Right now, though, I'm bored to tears in my last class. It's Social Studies, and we're studying collectivism. The teacher, old Mrs. Comstockery, speaks in a droning voice, her hippie-style long, scraggly white hair is halfway down her back and turning yellow at the ends. There's a mole that bobs on her chin when she speaks, and whenever she says a word ending in an "ess" sound, a fine saliva spray covers the brown-noser's students sitting in the front row.
I'm as far from that saliva mist as I can get, sitting in the last row, wondering what's up with my best friend, Chubby Romero. He is out sick today. We make each other laugh in this class by acting pretty much like we acted in the sixth grade, making faces and whatnot. We accomplished everything we set out to accomplish car-wise, and now we work part-time to keep our car running and make the car loan payments.
So that's great, but because of our jobs, things between Chubby and me had changed over the summer. I missed being with Chubby all the time, and I missed our closeness. I love him like a brother, and I'm also in love like a lover with the first gay boyfriend I've ever had, Willie Worthington. Plus, I'm in love with my second gay boyfriend, Robby Dickers. That's right, I'm in love with three different boys at the same time.
I met a great new gay friend at work, and no, I'm not in love with him... haha. He was my trainer when I first started working at Stop & Shop. I'm speaking of Elliott Ellis, who was very shy but very nice, too, and quite a treat to look at. Gay guys can often bond quickly, which is what we did. We're alike in temperament. Elliot and his gay friend, Jay, are lovers, so Elliot and I can just enjoy being gay friends without the complications that can arise from having casual sex together.
Speaking of sex, I'm not getting much. Willie goes to Sommerville Prep, which means I don't see a lot of him, maybe twice a month. My other boyfriend, Robby, goes to my high school and is even in one of my classes, but other than that, I don't see much of him either. We both have time-consuming extracurricular activities at school, and I also have the previously mentioned part-time job, so we're reduced to sneaking in sexy time together, which is generally only about once a week.
It's frustrating having two boyfriends and almost no sex. Not that I'm a sex fiend or anything like that. I've been dealing with that situation for months now. Winter is almost over, and thank God for that.
Anyway, Chubby and I bought our car months ago. It's a two-thousand and eight Jeep Wrangler. It's cool, but because of our conflicting schedules, one or the other of us is still without wheels half the time. Oh well, I'm not complaining. Mostly, I like my life, although it's not perfect. Happily, Chubby and I still do lots of things together. Hell, we live in the same condo building. Separate condos. Chubby's Mom and my Mom bought the two-unit condo. The Romeros live upstairs, and my Mom and I live downstairs.
Yawn! Goddamn, this class is so boring! My mind is all over the place. I don't have Senior Editor duties today after class, and I'm not scheduled to work at Stop & Shop today, so it's a rare free afternoon. To make it even better, Robby Dickers and his hot younger brother Dodger are coming over my house for haircuts. Chubby and I began cutting each other's hair when we were ten years old, and I've gotten really good at it. I think giving haircuts is cool, especially when it's the Dickers brothers' hair I'm cutting.
Oh, man! Yeah, they are hot boys, and Dodger has a haircut fetish, if you've ever heard of that. It's sexual and weird, but he's cool with it. Really weird! He gets sexually aroused during a haircut. Both Dickers brothers are gay, but neither of them knows about the other. They've both told me that they're gay, but they won't tell each other. That's not a cool situation for me because I feel a responsibility not to break the trust each has placed in me, but at the same time, I know they'd be better off if they knew about the other.
As I said, my mind is all over the place in this boring class, and finally, the school day has ended. While waiting for Robby to pick me up, I'm leaning against a bus stop bench smoking a Marlboro light, trying to blow smoke rings like Willie can do. I look up to see Robby driving his car towards me, and is he ever looking cool. He bought himself a four-year-old Volkswagen Beetle convertible in September. It cost nineteen thousand dollars which is all the money he made last summer, plus birthday money and a loan from his Dad.
In this damp March weather, the top is up on his VW convertible, but I can still easily see his brother Dodger sitting shotgun and smirking his ass off. He's also giving me the finger and sticking his pink tongue out. He's even cuter than Robby, which is hard to imagine, but it's a fact. Dodger and I have a little secret sexy history together. He's two years younger than me, but it was he who initiated that sexy history between us, although I didn't fight off his advances with a great deal of enthusiasm.
It was like this: Among a number of other things, one afternoon last summer I was swimming in the Dickers pool when Dodger jumped onto my back, and his almost-four-inch boner found its way up my ass. He fucked me hot and heavy until I shot a long stream of cum into the pool water. Dodger shot his teen spunk up my ass and humped in and out of my slippery hole for a couple of minutes after that. Oh my God, was it ever embarrassing to be done like that by a kid who was fifteen years old at the time? Yeah, it's embarrassing but awesomely hot, too.
With a little smile on my lips, thinking about that pool adventure, I watched Robby park at the curb. He always breaks out with a big smile when he sees me, which makes me feel special. Smirking and grinning back at both of them, I flicked my cigarette butt into the gutter only to have it stick to my finger, the red ash popping off and flipping backward to burn my wrist. "Goddammit!" I scream. Dodger called, "Hey, spazzoid, need a ride?"
I grinned at him, saying, "Are you two homos trying to pick me up, or what?" We break balls calling each other homo and gay stuff like that. It's to show everyone we're not homos, although all three of us actually are. As I'm getting into the car, Dodger scoots over to straddle the bucket seats allowing me some of the passenger seat. I was hoping he'd sit on my lap like he did occasionally last summer.
"Put your arm around my neck, Dylan. I don't have a seat belt."
Dodger has had a crush on me since the day Robby introduced us, and for the most part, that's cool. There are times, however, when he gets carried away, and things can get awkward. I put my arm across his shoulders and he immediately took my hand and pulled on it so it pulled our bodies tight together from thigh to the top of our shoulders, my left shoulder up against his right shoulder. "You're my seat belt," he said. I just shook my head, resigned.
We drive to Burger King for some dollar-menu items, killing time while waiting for my Mom to leave the condo for work. It's nice having the place all to ourselves. Ordering our food, everything is fine until Dodger gets us kicked-out when he starts tossing ketchup packets at some of his friends on the other side of the room. He's a riot. Well, a childish riot
Whatever, we get to my house, and while piling out of the car, Dodger yells,
"Me first, Robby. You go upstairs and use Dylan's computer so I can enjoy
my haircut fetish alone, just me and my personal barber." Robby usually
lets Dodger have his way; everybody lets him have it his way. Dodger's spoiled, but he's so
cool and cute that he gets away with it.
We've known about Dodger's haircut
fetish for almost a year now. We also know about Dodger's propensity to
whack himself off four or five times a day. He confided
that stuff to us last summer. He tells us embarrassing stuff us embarrassing things about himself,
but he won't tell Robby about his sexual orientation, including hooking up with his young sex buddy, Vinnie De Marco. Vinnie is a neighbor of
the Dickers, who just turned sixteen. He's been getting
fucked by Dodger on a regular basis for six months or so. I assume Dodger doesn't
need to whack-off as often as he used to since Vinnie entered in the picture.
The Dickers brothers lookalike with that kind
of pore-less, pinkish/white skin that always looks clean and fresh and tight
and new. They have a rosy blotch of color on each of their cheek
bones, ultra-healthy looking. The rosy cheek blotches appear to glow
when the boys blush, which Robby does much more often than Dodger. Robby
has silky two-toned, blond hair and blue eyes, while Dodger's eyes are bright
brown, alive, and full of mischief. His hair is brown, but it's just as
silky and full as Robby's blond hair.
Like I said, Dodger wins the cuteness contest, but mostly because he's two years younger, and everyone knows that a younger anything is almost always cutest. They both have the same bow-shaped rosy
lips and cute chin. Dimples appear with their grin, big dimples with a full
smile. Their full smile shows off very white delicate-looking teeth that
have the slightest separation between each of the top ones. Both have
identical boyish voices, little ski noses, fine-haired eyelashes, and tight, narrow eyebrows made up of light brown hairs. I always think of the boys as being like a drawing of the ideal teenage boy. Nicely shaped regular-size
ears, which stick out slightly from their perfectly shaped heads as if to prove that nothing is perfect. The ears
sticking out makes them seem more "real" somehow as a slight imperfection.
Yeah, I got kind of used to Robby's looks from ogling him at school even before we became
friends, and then the first time I saw him standing next to his brother, it
blew my mind. Pete and repeat, near perfection for the perfect all-boy look. The thing is, they're so natural with everything, it's as if they
have no idea they look so special. You find yourself staring at them because what
else can you do? It's awesome to be gay and able to appreciate their
special appearance, their beauty. They represent the special few boys who
lucked out with the right facial combination from the gene pool.
I remember being
at the movies with Chubby, Dodger, and Robby one time and running into my
boyfriend, Willie. He and the friend he was with stared stupidly at the
Dickers boys. Being gay, Willie was in awe and called me later
to ask why I'd never mentioned these boys. I told him, "Oh, gee, I don't
know, they're just some friends of mine." I was having fun with him, pretending it was no big deal,
Enough reminiscing. Robby and I talked at lunch about how we
might sneak in a little sex this afternoon, but we concluded it would be impossible with Dodger around. He's like gum on my
shoe. It's flattering he wants to be with me, but what I want is to spend some time with a naked Robby. Speaking of naked, these two have that same
pinkish/white flawless skin all over their hairless bodies. I
always feel I want to lick them whenever I see them naked.
Anyway, right now, Robby is in my bedroom, and Dodger and I are in the finished basement. Cutting Dodger's hair, it's interesting to observe his sexual arousal from the haircut fetish he has. Oddly, he likes the fetish! Pulling his Polo golf shirt
over his head, he says, "I want to feel the cut hairs drift off my
shoulders, Dylan."
I mumbled, "Of course you do, you weirdo," as I inhaled the delicious odor
floating up from his bare torso. What a body! He snickered at me for calling him a weirdo, and then sat on the bar stool, playing with
himself through his jeans, waiting with panting anticipation for me to buzz
his hair. His shoulders sloped forward
like boys normally sit, so I felt like yelling... straighten those
shoulders, son, and sit up! Instead of
yelling anything, I quietly stared at him and marveled that I was lucky enough to be having sex with the slightly larger version of this
same individual.
No, Robby and I weren't having much sex, but when we do
manage to sneak some sex in, it's so hot it's worth the wait. So far, it's
mostly me fucking Robby, but we both suck each other off at times and even rim each other. We can get into it all pretty good. Oh, man!
Wow, Robby has the most fantastic tight bubble butt ass, too, and with just
enough give in each buttock to get a grip on it. Sometimes I'll spank his ass for him
pretty hard before sticking my boner up inside his asshole, way up between
those rosy bright red buttocks. Robby loves the gay sex, and getting
fucked is what he likes the best. With me, he acts submissive, but he isn't
like that when he's on the baseball team, although he can be on the shy side a little bit, too.
When he's playing baseball, he's very authoritative and
demanding. The guys voted him co-captain and they quickly respond to what
he tells them to do. Nobody thinks Robby's gay, and that included me until
he came "out" to me. Well, yeah, I began to be suspicious near the end of last summer,
but him coming out to me and telling me he had the world's biggest crush on
me still took me by surprise. Oh my God, both Dickers
boys have a crush on me. There was something about me that they'd both become subconsciously attracted to. I wonder what it is? Carl would
probably know, but he's away at college. I haven't
seen him in months.
Dodger snapped me out of my daze, "What's wrong, Dylan?
You're not mad at me, are you?"
He can act very contrite when he thinks
I'm upset with him. I said, "Oh, no, Dodger. I space out once in
a while. You want the cape for your lap to keep the hairs off your jeans?"
"Nah, the cape gets in the way of me playing with myself."
I
rubbed his hair roughly with my fingers, thinking that I'd love to fuck his tight little ass. I've fantasized about a threesome
of Dodger, me, and his little toughie boyfriend, Vinnie De Marco. The last
time I saw Vinnie, he had some acne, but not too much. He had a couple of
piercings, which I don't care for. Well, I like my earrings, but that's it for piercings.
Dodger whines, "Don't tease me! I'm anxious to experience my fetish! Let's get started, Dylan."
I mutter, "Yeah, yeah," and click on the buzzing clipper. Once I get going, Dodger's haircut doesn't take long. Buzz cuts are fast,
but I try to drag it out to help Dodger enjoy his fetish. He never talks
when I'm cutting his hair, and today, he's groping himself and leaning his
body back against me, his bright brown eyes closed as he quietly
goes, "Mmmmmm, ooooohhh..."
It's a balancing act at times, keeping him from
falling off the bar stool as his body gets so stiff. Finished
with buzzing his hair to a quarter inch, I go over it again, pressing down
on the clippers attachment to get the sound of just the very tips of his
hair being cut, and Chubby makes a hissing sound between his teeth and rubs his boner that is poking up his lap. Finished with
the clippers before turning on the trimmers to outline across his
forehead and down the sides, around his ears, and so forth, I couldn't help
myself. He's so yummy I put my arm around his neck, leaned down, and pulled his head over so I could kiss him a long, wet kiss high on his
forehead.
Dodger moaned and held onto my forearm with both hands, totally
leaning back into me. I rubbed over his nipples, which were both hard as
little cherry jujubes candies. Rubbing down his chest and over his
understated baby six packs, and then down to finger his "innie" belly button, and down to slip under the elastic waistband of his basketball shorts. I
felt the wet tip of his 'almost' four-inch boner (it's closer to three inches, but who is counting?) I wanted to taste his hard dick so badly,
but instead, I awkwardly got my thumb and forefinger around his cock and
stroked the skin up and down a few times, causing Dodger to whimper, still
leaning back against my chest.
I was resting my cheek on top of his buzzed
head when he blew a fine spray of spit out, making his usual hissing sound,
the one he makes when sexually aroused. I took my hand out of his pants
and straightened up as soon as I felt more precum, Dodger mumbled a
begging, "Nooo, don't stop..." Then he added, "You're the coolest kid ever,
Dylan... kiss me again." And I did.
By now I had a painfully hard boner
poking out my shorts. It quickly began losing stiffness when we heard
Robby pounding down the stairs. I let go of Dodger, pushing him
upright, him muttering, "Shit..." as I went about using the trimmer
clippers outlining and emphasizing Dodger's perfect hairline.
Robby says,
"Ya almost done? I'm bored."
Dodger grunted, "It's only been ten minutes, Robby. I didn't even get
much from my goddamn fetish!"
Ignoring Dodger, Robby asks, "Is it okay to smoke down here, Dylan?" I muttered, "Absolutely NOT! My Mom would kill
me..." Robby looked embarrassed he'd even asked, so I smiled to show I was
kidding and said, "Sure, you can smoke, Robby. Mom won't be home for ten
hours. Put that window vent fan on first, though, and give me a drag."
Robby turned
on the fan and lit a cigarette, then said, "It's been more like fifteen minutes, Dodger. Don't hog Dylan all to yourself!"
I finished outlining
Dodger's hair, giving him pointed sideburns. Rubbing his head again to feel
the velvet hairs, I'm always surprised that even at a quarter inch long, his hair felt velvety. "You look
too cool for words, Dodger," I said as I gave him a two-arm hug from behind. He
squeezed my arms and leaned back into me again.
Damn, I'm horny as hell
today!
My boner was coming back up. As I was letting go of Dodger, Robby
held his cigarette at my lips, and I took a drag on the wet filter. Love
the way Robby "lips" his filters, so I get some of his spit when I take a
drag. Then, turning to Robby, we exhaled long waves of smoke into each other's face like we always do, just for fun and because we think it's
sexy.
Damn, he looks cute! Robby took another drag and held it in while he
put the cigarette to my lips, and after my drag, we got our faces closer
together and exhaled into one another's mouths, with a mist
of spit mixed in. Robby and I wiped our faces with the palms of our hands, laughing at how stupid we were. Dodger hopped off the stool and said, "You
two are the weirdos, not me." Then, asking sweetly, "Can I have a cigarette, Robby?"
Dodger took a cigarette from Robby and sat up on the washing machine to watch me cut his
brother's hair while he smoked. Chubby and I will share our cigarettes
sometimes, and Robby picked up on that. Now, he likes
to do it when he and I smoke together. I can't tell you
how flattering it is to be liked so much by these boys. I feel like I'm
special, and it gives me more confidence in myself. Maybe this is
a little bit of how a rock star feels.
Well, now I get to fondle Robby while I give him a haircut. He gets the only haircut of this type in Framingham high School. I'm speaking of his
old-time flattop haircut. We think it's the kind of flattop kids had in
the fifties. The reason I say that is because both Chubby and I remember
my grandfather's high school yearbook being filled with boys wearing the same type of haircut. The pictures are faded, but the
haircuts look the same, and we think it's kind of cool! Last summer my
boyfriend, Willie, got a flattop like that at an old guy's barbershop. The old-time barber cut Willie's hair into this
flattop, which wasn't what Willie had in mind at all. It wasn't what Willie
wanted, but never-the-less, he nagged me into getting one so I'd be like
him, and then Robby saw it and wanted to be like me. Yes, teens want to be
like their friends; so what?
Anyway, Willie's back in Prep school, so now
he and I have the style haircut that's popular at that prep school, which
happens to be a nineteen-seventies over-the-collar layered cut.. ugh! Too
much hair for me, but I give in to Willie's wishes. Robby was
the last one to still have the flattop, and now he's sticking with it. He
likes it, and so do I, but Willie bosses me around, so
I got this long hairstyle over my ears, covering my cool earring. When I
get my hair cut it's a layered cut at the barbershop on Willie's Prep school campus.
Haha, it's silly, but when Willie
decides I need a haircut, he'll drive here to get me, then drive us all the way back to prep school, where we get haircuts together at the Prep Barbershop. One time we stayed overnight up there in a motel
and that was so hot! He's rich, Willie is. Well, it's Willie's folks who are the
rich ones, but they see to it that Willie always has money.
Enough about Willie, though; I got Robby Dickers sitting on a stool in front
of me, and I get to cut his hair. As I've said, he acts sort of submissive to me
like I am to Willie. It's fun both ways for me. Just one more reason
I'm the luckiest kid I know.
This is going to sound like bragging after the enthusiastic manner in which I described Robby's good looks, but I have the same hair and the same body structure as him. Last year the college kids working for Dickers
Landscaping called us the Bobbsey Twins all summer, whoever the
Bobbsey Twins are. They called us that not because we look alike, which we
don't, but because of our two-tone blond hair, and our bodies being identical at five foot ten.
Before doing Robby's haircut, I rub my fingers through his hair that's been trained to stand straight up from his scalp. It looks silly because it's too long to be standing straight up, and very dense. Millions of fine
silky threads. When I mess with his hair, Robby does the same
thing his brother did, he leaned his body back against me.
He and I use
to do these intimate massages before work last summer, so for old times' sake
I did a version of it on him now. Massaging his shoulders and up the back
of his head, my fingertips all over his scalp. He was making quiet humming sounds, his eyes
closed and his body completely docile. I love the boy, but I think he is
even more in love with me. How can anyone be as lucky as I am?
I worry
about that sometimes, worry that some bad luck has to come my way to equal
out the great good luck I have, but so far, so good. Breaking the mood,
Dodger whines, "Why didn't you do that massaging thing for me, Dylan?
That's not fair." He can be very childish at times, I think it's because
he's so spoiled, not that I mind the childish act.
"Sorry!
Next time, Dodger." He stubs out his cigarette on top of an empty Coke can
and pouts with his arms folded across his
chest. Smiling at him, then blowing him a kiss, I began to run the
clippers, with a number two attachment, around the sides
and back of Robby's head, tapering into longer hairs near the top. I
took my time cutting Robby's hair, enjoying all the touching and the
pleasant scent of him. Eventually, it got warm and dreamy in the finished basement.
With a steady hand and bare clipper blades, I cut a half inch or so off the
top of Robby's flattop hair, being careful to keep it perfectly flat. Robby
was as still as can be, making an almost imperceptible humming sound. Done
with the haircuts, the guys need to get home. Damn, I was hoping for more...
What? There was a splash in the half bath. What the hell?
Dodger was inside, he yells, "Fuck! I'm all wet," and the door slammed open, and
he comes out with the front of his jeans soaked through, as he whined, "I filled up the sink to dunk my head and
get the clippings off, but I hit my head on the soap dispenser instead, and
it came off the wall to land in the water which splashed all over me."
Robby mutters, "Jesus, Dodger, only you could fuck that up." In a fog, I watch Dodger pulling off his jeans with one hand and giving Robby the finger with the
other. I thought they needed to leave. Anyway, the soap dispenser has been wobbly for two years, Dodger finally
knocking it off the wall was not a big deal.
Oh, wait! I did this already... didn't I? What's going on? I, again, finish Robby's haircut with the detail clippers, ran my fingers through his
flattop haircut one more time, and then Robby hopped off the stool
with this huge grin on his face, and said, "Surprise!" yanking
my elastic-waisted sweatpants over my skinny hips and down below my knees.
Licking my ear, Dodger's mumbling, "Last Saturday I finally
told Robby I'm gay, and he told me about you two being boyfriends,
so we planned this little surprise for you, Dylan." This can't be real...
Dodger pulled down my
jockey underwear and said, "Oh, what a nice big penis you have!" rubbing my
hairless crotch and lightly squeezing my nuts. I was so startled I'm
mumbling, "Ah, Robby, let's... ah can you?..." but before I could finish, he
got right down on his knees to take my cock in his mouth. I stuttered,
"You, ah both... Satur...?"
This is definitely the biggest surprise party
of my life. My penis is not unusually big, it's an uncut six inches and
stays about six inches when boned up.
Robby and I suck each other's cock whenever we get the chance, so my dick
recognized a familiar mouth and responded quickly. That's not a huge surprise, but what is a surprise is Dodger's "almost" four-inch spike poking the top of my buttocks, then it dragged a line of precum
down to my hole. Holy shit, I thought I'd blow my load right then. I mutter, "This is
unbelievable guys, but Dodger, you're choking me... ahhh ohh... Robby, that
feels so good."
My cock was boned up pretty good as I was breathing in hot little
spurts, Dodger poking different spots in my ass crack with his
fat-headed boner. He found my asshole with the fourth poke and
pushed for two, then three seconds until up my ass went his cock. Without thinking, I
bent my knees a little to accommodate his height, groaned, and then grunted
out, "No.... Ohhh, ahhh, yeah... oh fuck, Dodger, that's hot."
He humped my hole a few times, then adjusted his legs and arms around me to get in a more dominant position, slapping my ass, muttering,
"Bend over further..."
Considering the ease Dodger's boner humped inside, my asshole indicated he'd used
Vaseline from the half bath. Robby and I used it a few times ourselves.
There aren't many things that feel as good as getting
fucked up the ass, especially while getting your dick sucked simultaneously by the Dickers brothers. I couldn't catch
my breath, and I knew I was missing some of the sensations because there were too many, but the ones I took
note of felt as good as anything has ever felt.
Dodger very energetically fucked my hole, hard thrusting with my dick getting so hard in Robby's mouth I thought it might break off. Dodger pushed the back of my head, "Hey, I told you to bend over," and I bend over until my belly hits Robby's head. Dodger slams his fat, short, hard cock up my ass harder and harder with a slap on my thigh with each thrust. I'm moaning, "Uh, uh, uh," with each rapid thrust.
With a grunt, his boner pulled out of me. I went, "Eeeee, ooooh. No, why...?"
Robby stood up and undid his pants smiling at me, asking, "Fun, Dylan..?" I nodded in a daze. Dodger smacked my ass a few times, saying,
"We're gonna do the train with Robby the engine and me the caboose."
My cock, dripping with Robby's spit, was a six-inch boner pointing straight out. Dodger's cock is short, but
perfectly formed, sticking straight out from his groin looking fat, wet, and
shiny from the Vaseline and ass juices. I always think of an artist's drawing of a perfect male penis when I see Dodger's. His face was flushed, and his eyes danced when he grinned at me, saying, "We surprised you, didn't
we, Dylan?"
What an incredibly beautiful boy he is. I numbly nodded as Robby fisted my boner with a Vaseline saturated tissue. He said,
"I need you to fuck me hard, Dylan, pound my ass. I know Dodger is gonna
pound your ass. Ain't ya, Dodger?"
Dodger stands next to me, almost facing me, and says, "You know it, Robby," and with that he spanks my ass with his open
hand, "Smack, smack, smack!" I'm trying to move away from his spanking, but
Robby's right in front of me, playing with his semi-hard cock grinning while
he mumbles, "Spank that boy, Dodger, spank him well!"
I'm bending my knees, hoping it'll get Dodger to stop spanking me, and start fucking me again. Then, just like that, Dodger's
boner is right back up my ass with both his arms around my belly, he
fucks me fast for a minute pulling his 'almost" four-inch spike out entirely with each thrust and then driving it back in past my sphincter ring, precum dripping from my cock as I'm going,
"Oh, oh, oh" with each hump. Robby has big shiny eyes watching Dodger fuck
me. Robby's never fucked me; he's my bottom boy.
After a bit, he has
seen enough, he turns around so his back is to me, reaches behind himself, and grabs my boner to line it up with his hole, and pushes back onto it. My
boner goes up his ass five inches. "Holy shit!" I start humping my cock as Robby's pushing back while Dodger's got his
own humping going on until he yells, "Stop! Get in rhythm, guys!"
I was
dizzy with so many sexy sensations all over my body I couldn't keep track of them. We're all sweaty
around our crotches, and by now the Vaseline has almost liquefied from the
body heat, so that stuff was drooling down the front and back of my
thighs. Honestly, it's impossible for me to determine what feels better, my
boner or my asshole.
Starting together, Dodger and I get in time with our thrusting, and electrical currents
start whizzing around my body, making me shudder and shake. I can't help
myself, the feelings I'm experiencing have my eyes blinking and my boner
twitching as it drives up Robby's tight rectum, my toes curling, shivers up and down my back, my sphincter
muscle contracting, and me grunting and moaning, "Do it! Harder, Dodger!"
He's fucking me fast in the normal manner now, his crotch pounding my
buttocks with each thrust of that fat-headed cock of his, slam, slam, slam,
slam... me going, "Oop. oop, oop, oop!" Dodger smacks my ass, and I smack
Robby's ass as we fuck, fuck, fuck together. He set the pace, so I'm doing
the same to Robby that Dodger is doing to me, and, surprisingly, Robby fires
off his load first, making strangling sounds while stroking his boner.
An arch of cum shoots out two feet before heading for the
floor. His sphincter closed down on my boner and I fired a long stream of
spunk up his ass as Dodger does the same up my ass, cum running down the
back of Robby's and my legs. More contractions as Robby squeezes out more
spurts of cum, me and Dodger following with more spurts of our own. There is a mirror over the sofa, and I watch Dodger fucking me, but now at a slower and slower pace. That's not the puzzling part, though. Why does it look as if he needs a haircut? Didn't I...
When I climaxed up
Robby's tight asshole, I squealed like a twelve-year-old experiencing a
jerk-off climax for the first time. Dodger, his long bangs in his eyes, blew a long saliva-filled
exhale at the back of my neck. The three of us were whimpering quietly,
enjoying the sensations of aftershock. I'm thinking: A Dickers brother
sandwich, and I'm the baloney... awesome! Robby says, "My turn to be the
caboose......" and that's when I admitted that something was seriously wrong.
Looking
through my eyelashes at the sun coming through the window, I wake up in bed with a hardon from that dream. Oh, fuck, that's right, after the haircuts the guys left and I went to bed. Great dream, though. Maybe a real three-way sometime...
Senior year is pretty good...
To be continued... donnymumford@outlook.com
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