Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 52

by Donny Mumford

THREE MONTHS OR SO LATER:

I'm in the passenger seat of Robby's pickup as he drives us back to Merrimack on this beautiful morning the Monday after Easter. Chubby, Tris, mom, the moms' fiancés, and me were invited to have Easter dinner yesterday with the Dickers' family. The Dickers go to church on Easter Sunday, but not being church-goers ourselves the rest of us met at their house afterwards, around two o'clock. Everyone enjoyed a little too much libation before, during, and after dinner, but it was a festive good time with everyone in a good mood. Robby and I are a little hungover this morning, but nothing serious. We're riding along route 128 quietly listening to FM radio with me switching stations every now and then looking for good tunes, and then I give up and slip in a The Fray CD. Laying back against the seat I'm in kind of a reflective mood thinking way back to our Christmas break and what a welcome and eventful break from college that was. Chubby and I spent a lot of time together and then Christmas Eve and the whole day Christmas we were with the moms getting caught up on their lives and telling what we could about ours. Chubby's so funny and I love seeing the moms laughing, which they do easily. Christmas dinner we were joined by the moms' twin fiancés, two really good guys. The twins were still just the moms' boyfriends then, but not for long. Chubby and I had gotten to know the twins during our week in Wildwood last summer and we decided we liked them both. They're generous guys surprising us Christmas day with presents, iPads for Chubby and me and then they offered matching sparkling diamond engagement rings to the moms. Two bottles of Dom Perignon champagne appeared to celebrate the moms saying, 'yes'. The duel engagement was a surprise to all of us except the twins. It was kinda sweet seeing the moms so excited staring at the rings on their fingers, although as far as Chubby and me were concerned it came out of nowhere. We didn't see it coming and exchanged comically startled expressions and shrugs to each other when the twins proposed. Champagne, by the way, sucks! Even so I felt it my duty to drink my share celebrating the occasion, only later discovering Champagne is a serious hangover waiting to happen. I learned a lesson I won't forget after barely surviving that mother of all hangovers the day after Christmas. It's something to do with the sparkling aspect of champagne that causes dreadful hangovers. Anyway, the moms getting engaged was the big eventful happening I mentioned earlier during Christmas break. No date has yet been set for the joint wedding, so that remains to be seen.

During that three week break I saw all the posse boys of course, usually two at a time for haircuts. I enjoyed seeing them and getting reacquainted. They're an interesting group of guys, and except for John and Ray I'm fond of them all. John's always had a defensive edge about him when around me, which makes him hard to like, and Ray's... well Ray's Ray and he hasn't changed much. There were some hints of sexual possibilities from a few of the boys while getting their haircut, but except for Sonny one evening, nothing else really worked out for one reason or another. And of course, heh heh, Sonny was extremely pissed-off that Ryan had just given me a haircut before Christmas break. Anyway, New Years Eve Robby and I went to a party thrown by one of his high school baseball teammates. We went as boyfriends although word about us had spread starting last summer: 'Did ya hear about Dickers?' That sort of thing, so most of the guys already knew we were gay. No one seemed to care all that much about it though, or if they did they kept it to themselves. Robby's a hard guy not to like which probably helped his teammates accept him for who he is. Most of his ex-teammates were at the party and curiously not one other guy, out of thirty, has 'come out' as gay since graduating, which defies the law of averages. Not that that's any of my business. Mostly the guys and girls at the party were curious about us being gay boyfriends so it was almost like we were celebrities. During that night we definitely fulfilled our New Years Eve obligations of getting drunk and therefore New Year's day was another kinda rough one. The mom's twin fiancés took us to dinner at a fancy Boston restaurant late New Year's day and by then I'd recovered somewhat from my hangover. Our so-called step-dads-to-be are fortunately for us kinda rich too, so that's a break. In all seriousness, Chubby asked them both what the chances were they'd buy us sports cars when we graduated, which got everyone chuckling and Chubby asking, "What?" You know, like it was the most normal request in the world. He was kidding, I think.

Yeah, that was a good couple of weeks! Before that though there was that strange experience Ryan and I had one afternoon with his ex-roommate Marty, and then the next day with his sick friend, Rex, joining in. This was like ten days before the Christmas break and it turned into an unfortunate fiasco initially, although in the end we did accomplish what we wanted, which was Ryan breaking off relationships with Marty and moving in with another roommate. That's the weekend Robby was home with his parents. They were celebrating his father's birthday among other things that I've forgotten now. Chubby was home for that weekend too. And if I remember correctly he was going to try mending fences with Mary Jo so he'd have dates during Christmas break, and then next summer's vacation too. 'Dates' is his euphemism for getting laid. Chubby plans ahead in that regard because he has no guarantee of finding a new girlfriend and he was taking precautionary measures along those lines by solidifying one 'date' potential at least. He usually has two at the same time which is a trait it seems we have in common. Anyway, that meant Ryan and me were left alone in the apartment together and we of course slept in Robby's and my bed Friday and Saturday night. It's certainly not the first time Ryan and I had slept together, but it's the first time I slept with him thinking maybe I was in love with him. That's a development still to be resolved.

Ryan's convinced he's in love with me though, and had been for months. That revelation came out after we had the fight with Marty and Rex. I forget why now, but for some reason after the fight I mentioned new feelings I thought I maybe had for Ryan, feelings of love. Since then we've had discussions about the possibility that maybe I'm in love with him and what that might mean, but I keep the 'maybe' in there because falling in love with Ryan is contradictory with how I've been feeling about Robby. Robby and I are in love for real and have continued making beautiful lovers-sex together. And we're getting along as consistently awesomely with each other as we ever have. We have fun together too, it's not just the sex. We like being together. So, it's been a confusing three months emotionally for me and maybe for Ryan and Robby too, although they don't show it in any kind of noticeable way. As far as I can tell everyone's contented with this unusual arrangement. Oh yeah, I forgot a minor detail: the unusual arrangement includes the further complication of Robby's growing affection for Danny Monday. The four of us have been routinely doing things together almost like we're double dating, but who's with who? And Danny's even been Robby's house guest a few weekends during the past snowy winter that we've just survived. Ryan refuses to be my guest on weekends because he says he doesn't intentionally want to be responsible for coming between Robby and me. I don't think he 'intentionally' is coming between us, but he doesn't feel comfortable spending a weekend with me at home. He feels that would be flaunting his and my relationship in Robby's face. Ryan says Danny and Robby spending weekends together is their business and maybe mine, but not his. I get the feeling he would drop out of the picture if I wanted him to, but I don't want to hurt him and I don't want him out of the picture either. Robby and I have had long discussions about our increasing feelings for Danny and Ryan concluding neither of those attractions equal anywhere near what we feel for each other and therefore we're not especially jealous. Weird doesn't do the situation justice, but Robby says it's an excellent test of the love we have for each other. That sounds a little too convenient for me, although I don't know what to do about it. I don't want to drop my relationship with Ryan even though I often fantasize that if Danny and Ryan could fall in love it would be a perfect solution. I've come to like Danny and he gets along really well with Ryan, but that's as far as it's gone between them. None of us has participated in a three-way with two of the others, and other than Danny asking me about it way back in September, no one has so much as suggested it again as far as I know. That's pretty much the convoluted picture as it stands with us driving back to college. Robby's just now driving onto route 125, which mean in about fifteen minutes we'll be on Merrimack's campus.

Interestingly, Robby's Googled situations where a person loves two individuals at the same time, like 'maybe' the situation I find myself in. He says he's very fond of Danny but wouldn't call it love, therefore his Goggling was for my benefit. Maybe everyone has a different opinion of what constitutes being in love, so there's that to consider too. As I said, Robby's been reading up on this sort of duel love and he claims there's empirical evidence clearly suggesting humans are capable of loving and having sex with two individuals at the same time. That may be true, but I prefer the old fashion romantic love and the simplicity of being in love with just Robby. So, like I said, I'm confused because while I prefer the old fashion love affair, I also don't want to give up Ryan. I'm rationalizing that one of my loves is at the infatuation stage and the other's at a later, more mature stage, but that still leaves me not knowing what to do about it. I hope it is infatuation where Ryan's concerned and it'll fade, but for now it looks like Robby's content with the status quo so there's no sense of urgency on my part to do anything differently. It's only been a couple of months since we've acknowledged this arrangement so that's not much of a test, and maybe over the summer when Robby and me are separated from Danny and Ryan it will all fizzle out. For now, as I've said, everyone seems satisfied with the way things are. Robby and I don't discuss particulars about our outside relationships so I don't know what their sex lives together is like. I do know it hasn't dampened Robby heat for me in our love making... if anything it's hotter than ever. The sex I have with Ryan and Robby is quite different, of course, but they're both very sexually satisfying to me.

During these past three months Robby, Ryan, and I have continued to do our weight lifting program, led by Ryan, as well as our study groups, led by Robby. The only thing new is that Danny's joined us in both endeavors. Robby and Danny had finished their assistant coaches responsibilities for the freshman basketball team awhile ago, but now baseball season is in full swing so those two have been spending a lot of time together. Ryan and I do a lot of stuff together too, and like I said, I've grown fond of Danny and I'm not especially jealous of him... not exactly what you'd call being jealous. Actually I can kinda understand why Robby's so taken with Danny because Danny's cute and sexy, and he actually reminds me of myself in some ways, although I've never mentioned that to anyone. He never acts like he's in competition with me for Robby either, and has actually indicated any number of times, in different ways, that he knows I'm Robby's true love. With that in mind I don't know why I wonder about it at all, but at times I do think about it. Sometimes I wonder if I should have stayed engaged to Robby and just followed his plans for right up until we're married and onward. Yeah, but Robby's plans really weren't appropriate or realistic for two guys who just turned twenty years old and are still at least two and a half years away from graduating college, and then maybe getting married soon afterwards. We still have those mysterious wild oats to sow, which I guess is what we're doing now. There's a lot of 'maybe' in my life presently and maybe that's to be expected at my age. Maybe so, and then again, maybe not.

Other than Danny for Robby and Ryan for me, side-sex for Robby and me has been curtailed quite a bit and that's obviously an off-shoot of our individual infatuation with Ryan and Danny. As a matter of fact I don't think Robby has any outside sex besides Danny, including none with Ryan. I still dabble in it every once in awhile myself, but obviously Danny and me satisfy Robby, while Robby and Ryan mostly satisfy me. I say mostly satisfy me because, as I just said, I've still given into urges for having sex with Sonny and Tracy occasionally. There have been a couple of other slip ups as well, but I'm talking about 'slip-ups' since before Christmas till now, which is a long time for only a 'couple' of slip ups. Okay, maybe 'a few' slip ups is more accurate than 'a couple' of slips ups, but it's still below average for me. And that's not to say I haven't been tempted other times, but the temptation wasn't strong enough considering the sex I'm having with Robby and Ryan. In some cases it's like it's just not worth the trouble where in the past it always been worth the trouble. Plus, Willie called me two weeks ago saying he broke up with someone he's been going with for four months and he'd like a date with me 'for old times sake'. I might do that because Willie sounded very grounded, and according to him he hasn't had any kind of sub/dom relationship since last summer. He claims he's outgrown it and maybe he has. As for sub/dom involvement myself, Ryan's kinda dominant during our sex while Robby's all about lovers sex, which is a beautiful thing. Lovers sex, I mean. As far as Robby and me living our every day lives goes he's maintained a touch of being 'in charge' at times, but it's more from habit by now and I don't believe he even realizes he's being a little bossy at times. The long and the short of it is I'm not doing sex with anyone that can be described as true sub/dom sex, although I still prefer bottoming and Tracy's sort of dominant in a complimentary sweet way. Ryan also exhibits some dominance too, as I've mentioned, and that's mostly because he's still working under his assumption it'll keep me from searching for it elsewhere. For all I know he's right because I'm not looking for it especially. You could say I'm sexually satisfied, and I guess I should include the clarification: 'sexually satisfied for the most part'.

As for the fight we had with Marty and Rex, Ryan's never gone back to them for sex or anything else. He cut them off cold and their names rarely even come up except when we reminisce about kicking their asses. Our ass kicking of them is much more glamorous when we're retelling it that it actually was... ha ha. A little embellishment for laughs at their expense, ya know. I've seen both of them around campus occasionally and so has Ryan, but we all pretend we don't know each other. In actuality we never did know each other, so it's an easy transition for us to consider them just two out of five-thousand-plus students attending Merrimack this year, the vast majority being anonymous to us. Marty and Rex apparently realized the stupidity of retaliating back and forth, plus the fight honestly wasn't much of an ass kicking in the first place to be honest about it. There isn't much to retaliate for as Ryan merely punched Rex in the nose and I tackled Marty who fell and

bumped his head on the edge of the desk. It's not like we won some protracted fistfight or street fight. Another development for me, although I don't bring it up anymore, is two of my favorite guys to give haircuts to, Robby and Ryan, now both have these stubby ponytails so I kinda miss giving them real haircuts. What the hell, they both look hot with their ponytails so it's probably like a phase they're going through. Ryan still gives me these tight burr haircuts because he says he likes doing it and it's part of his so-called dominance program for my benefit. That's kinda silly of course, but I let him do it because it gets my fetish steamy and hot. I think he knows that from the hot sex we have afterwards. I suck and lick his body before he fucks me hard and fast in sort of a frenzy. I'm still giving haircuts to some of the posse boys too, like I mentioned, but two or three of them got tired of my irregular schedule of coming home on weekends so don't text me for haircuts anymore. Things change and we move on.

Robby and I are looking forward to, and we're both very excited about Dodger and Connor getting a two week leave coming up in a couple of weeks. One of the weeks is during our spring vacation so the four of us are going to go someplace together, although it's yet to be decided where exactly. Just get away, maybe to a place where it's warm and sunny. Then, after spring break we'll be into the last six weeks of our sophomore year. And then another high point this year is, thanks to Robby's regular study groups, the three of us all have GPA's higher than last year's. Mine is at a tad over 3.0 and we're all shooting for 3.3 which equals a B+. Ha, who says we're average now? We were average students in high school, but not in college.

Whoa! I dozed off there for a few minutes and the last thing I remember is listening to The Fray playing, 'How To Save A Life' and thinking about Willie in Key West. That's the song that was playing when Willie went over the railing. I still don't know if he did that as a drunken fool or if he planned it before hand. The drunken fool theory is probably closer to the truth. I was awakened from my nap just now when Robby bumped over the curb pulling into the BP gas station. We usually use this station because it's one of only a few gas stations that has a guy who pumps the gas for you, plus it's only two miles from Merrimack so doubly convenient. I mumble, "Guess I dozed off there for a second, Robby," and he says, "I'd like to doze off myself, babe. Maybe a nap's in order when we get to the apartment." Hmm, yeah a nap and then some sex afterwards when we're rested. Robby tells the attendant to fill it with regular, then asks me, "When's Chubby coming back?" I shrug, "He's probably still sleeping it off at his condo, but he'll be back tonight sometime." Robby nods, "Yeah, he's smart. I needed to get back today for baseball practice this afternoon, or I'd be napping myself." Oh, so maybe it's baseball practice after a nap instead of us getting sexy together. Bummer! Taking a deep breath, I mumble, "Did ya text Danny? Is he gonna make it back for practice?" Robby says, "He's gonna try but coming from Vermont he has a lot longer drive than us. How about Ryan?" I say, "He flew home for the four day weekend. He's arriving back around nine o'clock tonight and he'll drive himself to his dorm from Logan. His Mini's parked there." Ryan's now rooming with Freddie Holmes, who we still can't figure out. Sometimes Freddie talks like he's gay and sometimes he seems very straight. He's a cool guy though either way. Lately Ryan's been occasionally dropping British slang word into his speech, slang he's pickup from Freddie; words they use all the time that we don't, like, 'cunt, bullocks, banger, bladdered, and fagged, meaning tired or lazy. It's kinda funny hearing him say those words with sort of a British accent. I don't think he even knows he's doing it.

After getting the pickup gassed-up we have lunch at a sub shop in downtown North Andover, which is less than a ten minute ride from our apartment. We both order cheese steaks with fried onions. They aren't especially good when we finally get them, but they're filling. With a hangover it's good to chow down. We eat the subs there in the sub shop and after a few bites, Robby says, "That was a nice four day break from college, huh?" I go, "Yeah, it was, Rob, but what I'm really looking forward to is spring break, and then finishing off this year here at Merrimack. College gets old after awhile, but then by the end of the summer I'll probably be anxious to get back here." Robby swallows, then says, "Yeah, I agree, but this has been a pretty good year, don't ya think?" I'm like, "I guess, but I don't feel I've learned much about life this year. Nothing I didn't know already." He's like, "We're learning stuff we don't even realize. And I think we're more mature than we were a year ago." Shrugging, "Maybe. Do you mean you and me are more mature about us?" He shrugs, "Yeah, that and in other ways too. Less pouting and less jealousy and better study habits. Lots of things." I'm like, "Oh, you're talking about me then," he goes, "Mostly I guess I am, but me too." To punch a hole in his theory, I say, "I'm a little jealous of Danny actually." We eats some of our cheese steaks, then he goes, "Oh yeah, you hide it well. I didn't know you were jealous of him." I say, "Uh huh, a little," and he's frowning, "Oh, um, this is kinda awkward, but I was gonna tell you he's thinking of working on my crew this summer as Seth's replacement." What the fuck? I'm looking at him, and he tries explaining, "Yeah, um, we've been talking about it. Seth's full time in supply and repair now. He's been learning how to service the trucks and mowers and he takes inventory too. That's freeing his boss to work on other stuff. His boss told my dad he wants to keep Seth on permanently, so I need a replacement for him on the crew." I'm like, "Oh yeah, ya don't say? Um, have you considered the fact Danny lives two hours from Framingham? I mean, that's a bitch of a commute to and from work every day." Robby finishes his sub, drinks some Coke, and says, "His folks say they'll set him up with an apartment in Framingham. They're getting divorced and they feel it could get messy so they don't want Danny seeing them like that. By the way, Dylan, I'm telling you this in complete confidence. You can't repeat it." To be a ball-buster, I'm like, "Don't repeat what? The part about you wanting Danny on your crew." He goes, "No! Of course not! The part about his parents going through a divorce. His dad's thinking about moving out, but if he does his mom will have all the leverage in a divorce settlement, so they live separately in the same house. Danny's obviously upset about it. That's why I had him spend some weekends at my place a few times this winter, just to get away from Merrimack and the environment at his house. It's awkward for him going home to see his mom and dad not even talking to each other. Their lawyers are working through a divorce, but it takes time. His rents think it's best if Danny's away this summer until they sort things out." I go, "Oh, that's too bad. Seriously, I feel bad for him."

We finish lunch and Robby drives us to the apartment where we unload the few items we took home with us. On the balcony for a smoke, enjoying a surprisingly nice day in April, Robby asks, "So what do you think? Would you mind if Danny works with us this summer. That's assuming things don't get sorted out between his parents." I say, "Under the circumstances I guess I won't mind, but I was sort of thinking this summer we'd be away from Ryan and Danny and you and me would get to know each other again." He shakes his head, disappointed like, "Maybe I was too quick about the maturing thing I mentioned earlier. Listen, Dylan, you and me are in love for real. It's not some fling like you're apparently having with Ryan, and as far as Danny's concerned, he's a side sex buddy for me, just like you explained all about that concept years ago. 'Side-sex partner' is even your term. Danny's no more than that to me, nor am I to him. That cutting remark you just made about us getting to know each other again is uncalled for. I spend just as much time during the day with you as I do with Danny. You because we have the same classes and him because we're both on the baseball team, and hell, Ryan's around practice sometimes too. He'll be at all the games and I kinda thought you would be too. Then you and me share a bed every night and we have lots of what I consider, and thought you considered, awesome sex together. What you call lovers sex and that's another damn good term you've coined for us. So don't pull that 'getting to know each other again' crap on me!" Taking a deep breath, wanting to scream, I try for mature and mumble, "I'm sorry, Rob, let's just say I was kinda kidding around about that." He frowns, then gets contrite, "Oh fuck, I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to lecture you," and he puts his hand around the back of my neck and kisses me. Then looks me in the eyes, "It's you I love with all my heart, Dylan. You know that. I didn't mean to jump down your throat just now." I nod my head, mumbling, "I know."

We both take drags off our cigarettes then Robby changes the subject, asking, "Any thoughts where we can go with Dodger and Connor during spring break?" I'm like, "I'd say Key West, but money may be an issue with Connor, so maybe someplace less expensive." He goes, "Oh yeah, you and Worthington had a trip down there, right?" Huh, a little payback jab from Robby. I give him a 'look', then maturely let it slide, saying, "Yeah, and Key West rocks, but maybe we should go someplace we can drive to so we don't need to pay for airplane fares." We talk about this until we finish our cigarettes and then Robby's gotta go to baseball practice. I consider riding over with him, but decide to chill out here instead. Last Friday morning Robby and I did the two papers we needed to finish for class tomorrow so that's done, and therefore I guess the rest of this day is free time for me. After Robby leaves I lay on the sofa thinking about both of us sort of inferring maybe we're a little more stressed about each other's side-sex partners than I thought we were. Then I think about Danny Monday working on the lawn-cutting crew and how much he and Robby would be fucking all summer. On the other hand, Danny would be working with me much more than with Robby. Danny's cute too with his dark blond buzz cut, shiny brown eyes, and he's got a decent beard too. Yeah, but he shaves most days although I could change that. He's preppy too, and I guess I gotta say I like that, clean cut and preppy with good guns... hell, he looks like a baseball player. Just as tall as Robby and me with Robby's athlete's body. He reminds me of me, but I mean more in the way he acts and the things he says rather than his appearance. I've never seen his dick of course, but I'm predicting a big one on that boy. Maybe I'll steal him from Robby. Ha ha, that's an immature joke, but I do like Danny. I guess I don't mind if he's on the crew this summer, it'll give me a chance to get to know him better and maybe we can mess around on the back of the truck in between jobs like Seth and me did last year. That's another little joke. Gee, but it's no joke that I am really disappointed Seth won't be working with me this summer. Still, I'm happy for him for his sake. He's making a lot more money as an equipment mechanic than he would being one of us grunts working on the lawns.

Okay, but what am I gonna do right now? I would have gone with Robby but neither Ryan or Danny will be there 'cause they're not back yet. Yeah, but I could have watched Robby play ball, that's always fun. Huh, what to do? Then Tracy calls. "Yo, Tracy, wassup?" He says, "How about keeping me company on a quick trip into Boston. I gotta see a guy, but it won't take long." I go, "Yeah, I'm just chillin' here. Sure I'll go with you." It'll be something to do and I'd like to continue getting preferential treatment with beer purchases. I give him directions and he says he'll be here in fifteen minutes. Checking myself out in the mirror, I shrug 'cause nothing much I can do except maybe wash my face and hands. My hair looks fuzzy after three weeks without a haircut, but I'm sure Ryan has plans to take care of that. After washing up, I go down the front stairs to wait for Tracy at the entrance to our building. For something to do I light a cigarette thinking about Tracy's fast hard fucks. I could go for one of those right about now. And Tracy's uber cool with his hot fucking. Then, holy shit, he pulls up in another brand new Mercedes. A hot silver SL convertible with the top down. It's only about sixty-five degrees, but sunny. I get in, "Dude, another new car!" He goes, "Yeah, the other one was a 'loner' from one of my dad's dealerships, but they had a buyer for it so I got this one to finish out the year with." I go, "How much does this baby cost?" He pulls away, saying, "It lists for two hundred grand. Ya gotta be nuts to pay that much for a car, huh?" I mumble, "Yeah, I guess," thinking his father's gotta be nuts letting Tracy drive this thing. For something to say, I ask, "How you doing with your GPA this year." He goes, "Dude, I'm a straight 'A' student," and he taps his temple, "I got some good brain-genes, ha ha." Huh. I ask, "What are you doing here at Merrimack then? You could get in any college you wanted." He pulls onto route 125 heading for route 93 into Boston, telling me, "It's a family tradition. All us Doherty men go to Merrimack. It started with my grandfather, and what the fuck, it's a nice little college. Also we're committed Catholics, at least my family is, ha ha, and Merrimack's a Roman Catholic Augustinian college. That's a big reason why granddad chose it and the rest of us followed his lead. including my dad and uncles. After college I'll be working for my dad anyway, so where I graduate from doesn't really matter. Gotta go to college though!"

I mumble, "Huh, interesting. Um, do you think maybe it's a little chilly with the top down, Trace," and he grins, "Yeah, it is, but I love driving with it down. I'll put the windows up to cut down on the wind." I say, "Yeah, and does this piece of shit have a heater?" He laughs, "Not a bad idea," and with some heat and the side windows up it's quite enjoyable having the sun shining down on us. Lucky I brought my cool shades, compliments of Willie. Two hundred dollar Oakley shades... so cool! So Tracy's last name is Doherty. That's the first I've ever heard it, or thought about it for that matter. Tracy's an aggressive driver so it only takes thirty-five minutes before we're crossing the Zakim Bridge into the city proper. It's full name is Leonard Paul Zakim Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge, but everyone just says, 'Zakim Bridge'. Tracy drives through Southie avoiding downtown where you can buy any overpriced thing you want. As Lewis Mumford once said, "A city has the most options for the least space," or something like that. He was an historian, sociologist, and literary critic, who died in 1990. Don't know how I know that, but I think I'm right. I like the city, Boston is a cool town. Tracy's driven to the Waterfront of Boston Harbor now. I'm told there has been quite a transformation of the Waterfront area over the past twenty or so years. The convention center, restaurants, and the Boston Harbor Walk are all relatively recent additions, but we drive past them and around to a more underdeveloped area of the waterfront and park in front of a warehouse. Tracy says, "Come on in with me, I'll only be a couple of minutes." I follow him inside and he says to a hot looking twenty-something year old female receptionist, "Hi, Maggie, is my uncle around?" She goes, "He's on the loading dock with mister Swartz, Tracy. Is that your new car?" Tracy says, "Yeah, she's a beauty, huh?" and we walk through a door into a big warehouse with a gazillion cases of beer stacked to the ceiling.

Out back on the loading dock two big men are talking, both appear to be in their middle forties, one of whom opens his arms, exclaiming, "Ah, my godchild pays his favorite uncle a visit!" Big smile on Tracy's face as he's engulfed in his uncle's arms for a big hug and then the uncle kisses Tracy right on the lips, asking, "To what do I owe the honor, Tracy?" then the other man and Tracy shake hands with Tracy saying, "Alan, nice to see you. How's the restaurant business?" Then he introduces me as, Dylan Newman, a 'close' friend from college. Close friend huh. His uncle's name is Teddy Doherty, and he's Tracy's father's brother and the other big man is Alan Swartz who owns a Boston restaurant. He said the name of the restaurant too fast for me to pick-up on it. When I shake hands with Tracy's uncle Teddy, who has a big head of dark hair combed straight back off his forehead, he holds onto my hand to pull me against him for a shoulder hug, rubbing my head, saying, "This handsome Irish lad's haircut would look perfect on you, Tracy." Tracy says, "Well, Uncle Teddy, what's it worth to you for me to get a haircut like Dylan's?" He says, "Lets have a shot of rye to negotiate your reward." We go inside with Tracy telling the men about his new 'loaner' car. His uncle's office goes with the general decor of a warehouse. He takes a fancy looking bottle of rye whiskey off a shelf along with four juice glasses, and pours more than a shot in each one passing a glass to each of us. Oh fuck!

Alan says, "Le hayam," which I happen to know is actually spelled, 'L' claim', and means, 'to life'. We click glasses and those three throw the liquor down their throats and wipe their mouths with the back of their hands. I'm gulping little sips that get the men laughing and Tracy grinning, hugging my shoulders. My face is red with me gulping in air when I'm done the whiskey. They don't talk about Tracy's haircut though, they go outside to admire his car with pats on Tracy's back and his uncle saying, "Your dad knows how to treat a special son the right way. Beautiful car, but it'd be stolen the first night I parked it on my street in Dorchester." Alan says, "You're full of shit, Teddy, everybody in Southie knows you and no fuckin'-body would steal your car." I'm inhaling the nice breeze coming off the Boston Harbor quelling the sense I had that I'll throw up from that two ounces of whiskey. Tracy hands his uncle a piece of paper and his uncle says, "Ya didn't see Sammy in there?" and Tracy shakes his head, saying, "No, but I wanted to see you anyway, and show off my car too. Also, dad says you need to call him. Grandma's getting worse." We're walking inside as they talk about Tracy's GPA that his uncle is bragging about to his friend, Alan. Tracy says, "Nah, no 4.0 this year, Uncle Teddy! I'm struggling at a 3.7 and I'll be lucky to maintain it the rest of the year." He complains about one old professor who's a prick about grading above ninety and his uncle goes, "I had that same fucker twenty-five years ago," and they laugh about the professor and tell each other stories of their experiences with him. Finally his uncle invites Tracy and me to a dinner at Alan's restaurant, but Tracy begs off because he's got an assignment he needs to complete for tomorrow. His uncle says, "Another time than, and bring your handsome friend, Dylan, with you" and he gives my shoulders another hug. As we're leaving his uncle waves the order form, saying, "I'll give this to Sammy and sneak a couple of premium bottles of whiskey in there too. Great seeing you, Tracy," and then another kiss on the lips. I wonder if he's gay. I shake hands with the two man again, and then follow Tracy out to the car.

In the car, I'm like, "Your uncle seems to like you quite a bit," and Tracy chuckles, mumbling, "Very tactfully put," and he looks at me grinning, then asks, "The kisses? Is that what you mean?" I shrug as he pulls out of the lot saying, "Uncle Teddy's about the straightest ladies man I've ever met. It's just what we do in my family. Very affectionate large family. He's got six kids and in my family I've got the hated sister and two younger brothers, who I love. Everybody kisses. It's whatever you grow up with, ya know?" So he made this trip to see his uncle-godfather and show off his car. He could have called in the beer order. Tracy says, "My uncle own the beer distributorship for half the restaurants and hotels in Boston, plus a lot of the south shore. That business, and my dad's Mercedes dealerships were my grandfathers, as well as other businesses that other uncles run now." I go, "How fortunate to be born into instant success." He goes, "Yeah, me too, and we all have my grandfather and great grandfather to thank for it. I never knew my great grandfather who immigrated to America with a hundred dollars in his pocket. That was back in 1890 and then he took full advantage of this land of opportunity." I mutter, "Sweet," feeling a little envious.

Driving on route 93 north, out of Boston now, he says, "You know, Dylan, I agree with my uncle, I think your haircut is macho hot. I've told you that before and now I'm considering a big make-over and getting a haircut like that myself." I go, "Holy shit! From a ponytail to a burr haircut?" He says, "Yeah, like yours. Is that's what it's called, a burr haircut?" I mutter, "Yeah, I guess," and he says, "You said your friend cuts your hair so do you think he'd do it for me. I'd pay him of course." Oh man, I think back to cutting Dawg's longer ponytail down to a burr haircut last summer and how much fun that was. I go, "The hell with Ryan, I'll do it for you myself for free." He grins, "No offense my sexy friend, but I'd rather go to the expert." I laugh, "I'm the one who taught Ryan how to cut hair, Trace. I've been doing it since I was ten or eleven. Me and my brother." He goes, "Oh, don't tell me... it's Rob, right?" I go, "No, Rob's my boyfriend, Jeff's my brother. Jeff or Chubby, which is his nickname," and I explain why. Tracy goes, "Okay, you're the haircutting expert than, right? That's even better!" I'm like, "I say with all modesty, Tracy, I'm the best barber in the United States. I don't know about the rest of the world because I haven't been there yet." He laughs reaching over to rub my head, "That was very modest of you. Okay, lets do it today. Oh fuck! I can't believe I'm going to do this."

The drive back takes only thirty minutes because, as I've said, Tracy drives fast and we got out of Boston before rush hour started. Traffic starts getting really bad about three-thirty and last until about six-thirty. I've always wondered who the fuck gets out of work at three o'clock. Route 114 at the light near Stop & Shop starts backing up around four o'clock weekdays and I wonder the same thing about traffic coming from the North Shore. What kind of businesses let workers out at that hour? Tracy finds a parking spot in the first row and parks there like there's nothing unusual about it. I've given up explaining to guys that I can never find a good parking spot. Going up to my apartment, Tracy asks, "Do you mind sucking a guy's dick?" and I blurt out a laugh because he said it so casually, like... do you mind getting up early? He chuckles too, "Oh, that was kind of a crude question, wasn't it. It's your lips, Dylan, they're so fucking sexy it's like... wow. I was thinking out loud with that question. I'm sorry," and he hugs my shoulders, asking, "Has anyone else ever told you about your sexy lips?" I go, "I don't think so, Trace," and he blushes a little, mumbling, "I'm such a clueless dork sometimes." As I'm unlocking the front door to the apartment, I ask, "You want to get blown, is that it?" He blurts out laughing, "Um, yeah, if you wouldn't mind." I'm like, "I don't mind. I actually like doing it, that's how perverted I am." He's taking off his jacket, "There's no way

you're perverted, it'd be impossible. You're too perfect." I'm grinning, "That's me alright... perfect, ha ha."

Tracy mutters, "You're as close to perfect as I've ever come across." I ask, "Hey, how come we never had that sleep over then?" He goes, "Well, it's like this. You turned me down politely three or four times and I didn't think you wanted to do it, but were just too nice to tell me to stop nagging you about it. How's that for an explanation?" I say, "No, I really want that bath, man. The one you promised me." He laughs, "Oh yeah, the bath, huh? How about we go over to my place right now and I'll give you a bath?" And I grin, "Now's not a good time for a bath, Tracy, not in the middle of the fuckin' afternoon. Get a grip, dude, but why don't you show be that dick of yours and maybe I'll be tempted to suck it." He's grinning, "I feel weird now after blurting that other stuff out." I shrug, and he asks, "Really? You'll do it?" I say, "Yeah, sure," and he looks at me, then grins again and pulls down his fly, asking, "You're not gonna laugh at me when I got my dick hanging out and tell me you were just kidding, are you?" I shake my head, 'no,' and he pulls his dick out. The thought of laughing and tell him I was just kidding would be funny, but his cock looks tasty and clean. Tracy's always clean. I give him a smirk and get on my knees, then unbutton his jeans and pull them along with his jockey shorts halfway down his legs, then pick up his cock with my fingers. Tracy takes a noisy breath and rubs my head as I lean in and lick the head of his cock. Nice body scent coming off his privates and his cock's nicely pink and straight. I don't believe I've ever seen it without a condom encasing it, before now I mean.

I look up at him, "Nice piece of meat here, Trace." He bites his bottom lip grinning, then mumbles, "I never know if you're kidding or being serious." Ignoring that, I put the head in my mouth and twirl my tongue around it while sucking on the shaft and then pushing more of it in my mouth. Tracy goes, "Sssssshhhh, aaah, fuccck..." It takes a sloppy two minutes to raise a good boner on him and then bob my head down on it and take in my throat for a few seconds. Tracy goes, "Ooooooh, aaaahh, ooh," moving his feet in place, both hands on my head. When I bob off his boner a long drool of precum coats my tongue. Mmmm, nice. My cock is almost as hard as Tracy's now as I suck on the head of his while adjusting my own boner sideways in my underwear. My chin is covered with saliva and his boner's saturated with it so I take it in my throat tightly again. Tracy moves my head forward and back slowly. Letting him move my head now, he does it again and then again a little faster and gets into a stead rhythm fucking my throat moving my head forward and back as he gasps and moans. My eyes are at the top of their sockets so I can see him close his eyes, sort of scrunching his face with his head back as the sensations on his cock must be flooding his brain with sexual pleasure. Faster and faster with constant moaning from Tracy gets me aroused and precum wets my shorts. Now he holds my head steady and humps his hips frantically ten or twelve times making me gag with each trip his boner makes down my throat. A few more slower humping thrusts and he's gasping, then making a squeaky sound he presses his crotch to my face, his legs shuddering, my face tightly against him surrounded in his pubic hair as he's doing humping against my face and gasping out a long breath while shooting a lot of cum down my throat. His whole body shudders now as he backs off a little, the head coming out of my throat. With Tracy gasping again, his face dark red, he shoots three nice spurts of creamy spunk in my mouth. Quickly swallowing it I hear a quiet contented moan from Tracy as he moves his cock in my warm wet mouth back and forth on my tongue a few times before pulling it out and sitting back on the couch.

I'm licking my lips watching him lay his head back and stroke himself a few times. His cum had a nice hint of flavor to it although I can't match it with anything specifically, it's just nice tasting semen. Getting up I ask Tracy if I can get him anything, he goes, "Nah, I'm good," so I sit on the sofa and he leans over and gives me a very sweet kiss on the lips. Looking at me, he says quietly, "Thank you, Dylan, that was by far the best oral sex I've ever had. You're wonderfully sexy." I shrug and smell the back of my wrist. He smiles asking, "Why do you do that?" I say, "Oh this. It's a habit I picked up from a friend of mine and I like how I smell," then blush embarrassingly wondering why I say shit like that. I mean, I do like how I smell, but people don't want to hear weird shit like that. He smiles, "You do smell good, I gotta admit that." I ask, "You want that haircut?" He nods, "I do," so I say, "First a shampoo," and he raises his eyebrows, "The whole works, huh?" I chuckle, "Yep, first the blow job, then the shampoo, and lastly your haircut." He says, "I truly hope the haircut isn't the last thing we do together this afternoon." I reach over and feel his curly brown whiskers, saying, "Your sexy, Trace." His whiskers are almost identical to Ryan's except Tracy has more of them, not that he has a full beard. Most of his

cheeks are smooth as a baby's. I reach behind his head and slide the elastic band off his four inch ponytail. His brown hair falls around his head below his ears. He grins at me, asking, "Are we ready to start?"

to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com

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