DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 53
by Donny Mumford
Shaun's a cute kid who works with me at Stop & Shop. He's apparently just turned eighteen, which surprised me because he looks so young. He'd already informed me that he would appreciate me fucking him right now; the shocker was when he told me he likes it really rough.Rougher than I'm gonna go, I'm pretty sure of that. Apparently, like Ryan Wilcocks, Shaun hooked up with some BDSM dudes in the past. He claims he lost his cherry at age fifteen, so he's had experience. Actually, I'm getting surprised a helluva lot lately; one surprise after another. Shaun looks like an innocent choirboy, and right now he appears to be the age, looks-wise, that he was when he claims he lost his cherry; he looks that young. And that fact makes it more than a little disconcerting imagining him engaging in really rough sex even at eighteen, never mind fifteen. Very, very young looking for eighteen; maybe I should check his driver's license. We're still fully clothed, except Shaun's shirtless because of the haircut I gave him. I'm hugging his back to my chest and enjoying his newly barbered, extremely soft hair, tickling my chin while he informs me of the startling fact that he prefers a form of BDSM sex. I try to make it sound playful when I say, "Ya know, Shaun, I think I better check your ID before we continue." He goes, "Righiiiit!" and he says that in a little flip manner, so I go, "No, I'm fucking serious, dude. Let me see your license 'cause I can't believe you're eighteen." He shrugs and I drop my arms from around his bare chest. With an annoyed expression on his flat, but cute face, Shaun digs his wallet out, muttering, "It ain't like getting carded has never happened to me before, but it does get old. I had to bring my birth certificate before they'd hire me at Stop & Shop." He pulls out his drivers license and a passport ID card, and I take them, saying, "No offense, I'm just curious, that's all." He makes another face as I scrutinize his license and the other ID he handed me, and I'll be damned, he did turn eighteen last weekend, just like he said. Now my face is a little red as I pass the ID back to him, mumbling, "I had to show my license when I got my tattoo, and at other times, too, like when getting my ear pierced, so it's not just you; I look young for my age too." He's putting the things back in his wallet, going, "I never had to show ID getting fucked before, that's all I'm saying. You should have seen me when I was fifteen! That dude didn't ask for ID before plowing my ass, even though I looked like I was ten years old. Damn, I loved it right from the start; that first fabulous time he spanked my bare ass and fucked me in his car had me shooting cream all over his nice leather back seat... heehee. He was pissed about me getting cum on his seat although I don't know where he thought my spunk was going to go." Shaun's back in a good mood already, he goes, "Lets get naked. I love being naked! And I wanna see your tattoo too. I can't wait to get one, but the 'rents are not cool with it, at all! Same for piercings, which I want to get all over me; I fantasize the pain involved in getting my dick pierced. A Prince Albert is the coolest thing." He's taking off his pants as I stand there thinking about what Shaun said to me earlier, referring to himself, "I'm not in in your league," and I'm thinking that I might add this thought, 'I'm in over my head again.' I ask, "What's a Prince Albert anyway?" He steps out of his pants and pulls down his jockey shorts as casual as can be, saying, "A PA is a ring through your cock, dude, ya never heard of that?" I say, defensively, "Hell, my buds and I were just kidding about getting our dicks pierced last weekend, but I didn't know it was called that." He says, "Yeah, there's lots of cool sex toys involved in BDSM shit. Not that I've had the pleasure of playing with many of them. Hell, all ya gotta do is Google 'sex toys' and you'll be amazed... heehee. Chastity devices, and milking things for draining a guy's nuts, all kinds of stuff I'd like to try. Hey, are you into leather at all?" "Leather? Whaddaya mean?" I ask, feeling stupidly uninformed. He goes, "A leather fetish, getting sexually aroused wearing leather, stuff like that." Well, I do know a little something about fetishes, so I say, "Oh yeah, I know what you mean, but no, none of my gay friends are into leather, just spanking and some ball crunching... that's about it. Those so-called toys sound horrible, to be honest with you; chastity devices and nut-milking apparatus, ...and pierced cocks, damn, it don't sound too cool to me." He's standing in front of me naked, except for black socks on his feet. I glance at his package and he sees me do it and holds up his cock, stretching it out to maybe seven inches, saying, "He's a beauty, ain't he?" Jesus! What a set on this little guy; a seven-inch cock and big nuts to go with it. His body isn't especially hot though. It's very average, but thankfully hairless except for a lot of pubic hair, and some on his nuts, too. Looks like a package for someone else, not cute and skinny, baby-faced Shaun.
I'm stunned actually. I go, "Yeah, that's a nice dick ya got there, Shaun." He turns around, going, "How 'bout this ass, too?" I already knew he had a hot ass from seeing him at work. His ass has some hair in the crack, much like Ray's ass. I go, "Awesome ass, um, what'd ya have in mind?" Then I confess, "You might be outta my league, sex-wise, I mean with the BDSM stuff." He shrugs his average shoulders, mumbling, "Not at all, Dylan, you're sexy as hell. A good hard spanking, some tight nut crunching, and a rough fuck on my ass would be awesome! You said that's what you and your buds do, right?" He's got me there, but I say, "Just a couple of them," as I'm getting the sense that even Ryan's stuff would seem mild to Shaun. I don't want to look like a naive dork, so I try for nonchalance, "Yeah, I can handle that for ya, but that's as far as I roll, I'm afraid." He smiles his very cute smile, saying, "Bet you could do more, but it sounds awesome. I haven't had any of that awhile now and I was hoping, but not expecting, at least a bare-ass spanking. So, because of the nut crunching and hard fuck, in addition to a spanking, I'm wicked psyched now!" Unsure of myself, I stand there trying to return Shaun's smile, without a clue what I should do now to get things started. He's got me off balance, so for something to say, I ask, "Just to be clear, you want me to do the spanking and the other stuff to you, not the other way around, right?," and I surprise myself saying that because I prefer the submissive part during sex. Shaun goes, "Oh yeah, definitely, you do it to me. I've never been the dominant dude, not even once, and I'm not interested in it either." Again I think, "I gotta introduce Ryan and Shaun... haha." He's rubbing his newly barbered flattop, saying, "Damn, I love this haircut, Dylan. Thanks, man!" and just then he seems like the cute kid I first met on the smoking bench at Stop & Shop, and not this BDSM one that I've just met now.
Hmm, I gotta wonder how many guys' have minds that think very differently than their appearance would suggest? Guess it's a 'ya can't judge a book by it's cover' thing. Shaun looks like a cute innocent kid who I initially didn't even think was gay, never mind a hardcore sex gay kid. Like I said, I'm always getting surprised in life; it's very interesting at times, too. He asks, "Aren't ya getting naked, Dylan?" and he asked that in the original version of Shaun, the one I first thought I knew. Back then I was actually a little condescending to him by thinking I was the uber experienced gay boy, not anymore though. I say, "Yeah, sure, I'm getting naked, it don't bother me being naked," and pull my sweatshirt over my head as I'm kicking off my sneakers. He goes, "Jesus Christ! What a great body ya got there, skinny my ass! Whoa, I hit the jackpot with you." I try grinning, stilling feeling a little out of my element with him, and mumbling, "Thanks, but you should see my boyfriend's body He's really hot!" Then I'm remembering Shaun and me goofing around when I drove him home, feeling each other out whether or not we preferred the 'top' or 'bottom' for gay sex. Ha! He obviously wasn't going for the 'top' spot. When I step out of my sweatpants and pull down my shorts, he's like, "Yo! Great set there, Dylan, and shaved pubes is very considerate for a dom." I go, "Like I told ya, I'm not really dominant; not hardly dominant at all". He goes, "If you say so, Dylan, but dude, you got it all, great body, really nice package, great guns, and that cool tattoo too, although it is awfully small." I look at my tattoo, saying, "Um, I didn't want a big one," then, to change the subject from me back to him, I ask, "Your folks won't even let ya get your ear pierced? I mean, you said you want to eventually get a lot of piercings and I'd think that would be the first thing you'd go for." He shrugs and says, "The 'rents letting me get my ear pierced? Ha ha to that. No way, it's always "nope" to my begging! I've tried, but they're wicked strict. My old man's a lifer, a real military-type guy... a gung-ho Marine captain and my mother's a nurse, and she don't take no shit from me and my brother, or the gung-ho Marine captain either." I wonder what that parental unit would have to say about their oldest son being into BDSM? Gaining a little confidence finally, I ask, "How ya want to start? Making-out some more?" He goes, "I'm kinda anxious to get spanked. How 'bout I just get in the proper spanking position and you beat on my ass?" I shrug, figuring, `this ain't too sexy so far,' but I'll see what develops. The last 'top' experience I had was the double-fuck of Dodger's ass with me and Vinnie getting our boners up his ass, but that doesn't really count. I'd have to go back to my reunion with Robby, which wasn't really a dominant top thing, either, because Robby told me to fuck him. And before that was Pedro, and that sure as hell wasn't dominant, it was sweet, that's what that was. So, this'll be something I haven't done a lot of, which is always a little exciting in the world of boy-on-boy sex... for me, that is. It's certainly not new to millions of others around the world.
Walking over, I give Shaun's ass a good smack with my open hand, and it's a loud one too, but he looks back at me, asking, "You're just gonna use your hand? I won't hardly feel it on my tough butt. Don't ya got a ping-pong paddle at least?" He seems incredulous that I'd just use my hand to spank him, and now I feel like the novice, new kid on the block again, as I stupidly ask, "Ping-pong paddle, whaddaya want that for?" realizing instantly what he meant. He laughs, "You're funny, Dylan," and I go, "Just kidding, but I don't have one actually." He asks, "You guys use a belt, or what? That'll do awesomely, dude!" He's excited about getting his smacked with a belt. I ask, "Really?" He says, "Oh yeah!" And I notice Shaun's big on emphasizing his statements; there's nothing humdrum about him, he's as enthusiastic as he can be. I make a face, like, 'If you're serious, what the hell,' and get a belt from my khakis hanging in the closet, and whip it in the air a few times. Shawn exclaims, "Now you're rolling, dude!" and in his bent over position he pushes his ass up so I swing the belt and, "WHACK!" it goes across his buttocks leaving a strip of red in its wake." Shaun bucks and goes, "Shit, yeah!" so I guess he's serious. I thought he'd change his mind after the first time the belt stung his ass, but he doesn't even rub his ass afterwards. I say, "You need a 'safe word', Shaun?" and he says, "Are you kidding again? A 'safe word' for getting spanked like this? If I'm tied-up, then yeah. Never heard of a safe word connected to this kinda spanking though, but okay. I'll say, 'Enough', when I've had enough, okay?" Feeling better about this now, I mutter, "Okay," and swing that belt again and it really connects with both his ass cheeks, "WHACK!" leaving them quivering as goose bumps appear all over them. Shaun goes, "Yowl! That really got me good, Dylan. Do that again, just like that," and I'm getting pissed now so I give him two really hard stinging-swings of the belt and the sound when the belt connects with his flesh echoes in my ears. The second one got both butt cheeks and wrapped around the side of his ass leaving a raised welt that recedes as he screeches out in pain, but no safe word. Goddammit! What's with him? He's stroking his firmed-up cock, looking back at me with a red face, saying, "This is fantastic, Dylan! Do another like that last one if ya can. Do three in a row so I get the full sense of being whipped. Pretend I've been a bad, bad boy... heehee." I don't want to appear to be a wimp, but this is sick, and I thought Ryan was nuts for getting boners during spankings, a spanking with an open hand. Ryan got a boner when he spanked me, too. Well, that was then and this is now, so here goes, and I do three quick hard, stinging whacks with the belt slashing across Shaun's ass, each one raising a small welt, the previous ones receded quickly leaving a crisscross of red stripes across his ass. He yells out, "Fuccckkk!!" then looks back and I now can see his seven-inch boner in his fist. He goes, "Awesome! Do more, okay?" I do three more, then three more after that. He screams after each one, but keeps stroking his seven-inch boner without muttering anything remotely like the 'safe word'. Following each scream - and he's really screaming - he looks back at me for more. Whipping that belt across his ass some more, I'm trying not to land on a spot already red from an earlier whack, and then I get a particularly good swing, really whipping that leather belt towards his ass, but my aim is low and the belt slaps loudly across the back of his thighs and he does a high-pitched bellow from the pain. Apparently, the back of his thighs haven't been toughened-up like his ass. This time his hands do come around back to rub the red-stripe across both thighs. Then he stands up muttering, "Enough," and he forces a laugh, tears in his eyes, saying, "I'm fucking not used to it without practice. Guess I did need a 'safe word', hahaha, you were right about that, Dylan. The last dominant dude I had sex with would tie me up tight before whipping me, and then I really did need one, but I thought I could take it better than I did today. Obviously I'm out of shape, but you did awesome, Dylan. Look at this hard stiff boner I got. Loved it, man! That was great!" then he laughs again, adding, "I must've turned into a pussy though 'cause I had enough way too soon." Well it didn't do a thing for me arousal-wise, but I'll be looking at the spankings my dominant partners lay on my ass differently from now on. Holy shit, Shaun really can take a whipping and love it, too. What the fuck's he calling himself a pussy for? Weird!
The problem is, like I said, this isn't arousing for me. It was weird, fer sure, and I did get into it a little, but mostly because it was pissing me off that I couldn't get him to say the 'safe word'. I was the one feeling like a pussy there, not Shaun. So I'm not aroused, but I guess Shaun got aroused enough for both of us; what a stiff boner he sprung while getting whipped. He's still rubbing his whipped ass chuckling, and muttering about how he's turned into a pussy, "Sorry to be such a pussy, but wow, I lost a lot of my old toughness, Dylan. I used to be able to really savor getting my ass paddled and whipped, it'd go on for ten or fifteen minutes, sometimes using a ping-pong paddle with quarter-inch holes drilled into it so my ass flesh would get sucked up into the holes at impact, and it'd hurt just as much pulling that sucker off my ass as it did whacking my ass. I'd cum just from getting paddled, long streams of cum! It rocked!!" Hooking my belt on the coat hanger my khakis are draped over, I say, "You're definitely not a pussy, Shaun. I don't know anybody who could take that, um, belting that you just took. How'd ya get to liking being beat like that?" He goes, "Hmmm, good question, but I think my old man got me started on it. Not on purpose of course, but he'd spank the shit out of me when I was growing up, 'cause, you know, I was always getting into trouble. As fate would have it, my first sex partner was an Eagle Scout with a penchant for inflicting pain, and we discovered that I could really take it, so it just escalated until that sadist was creaming in his uniform while inflicting pain on my ass in any number of ways. Jesus! I used to squirt cum all over his tent too, ya know, when we'd have Scout overnight trips." I can only go, "Huh," because that's so far out of my range of experience I can't think of anything else to say. And, I don't know if behavior like that is extremely rare or much more common than I'd ever imagine. Any comment I might make about it will seem naive to Shaun. Instead I say, "Let me rub your ass for you, Shaun, or maybe get a cool wet washcloth to soothe the stinging and burning." He laughs again, saying, "You're a funny dude, ain't ya?" Guess that was a stupid suggestion, so I do a fake chuckle, mumbling, "Not really, Shaun." He chuckles a little more, muttering, "Damn, I loved that. Hey, let me suck your cock for ya and get it hard, I can't wait to feel that boner up my smacked ass. Oh, and that nut-crunching while you're fucking me is something I know I haven't lost my ability to take 'cause me and Ron do it constantly, even when we're not blowing each other. Sort of a fun contest we got going for us to see who gives first. Wait'll I tell him about this though! Haha, hey, maybe it'll be just the thing to get him to try fucking, too." Shaun gets on his knees as he's saying all that, then takes my dick and strokes it a few times, mumbling, "Nice," and then the head's in his mouth and he gives me great head with lots of throat action as I rub his incredibly soft and sexy hair and stare at his cute, youthful face. His mouth feels excellent on my cock fer sure, but much too quickly I'm sprouting a hard boner. He takes the spit-coated boner out of his mouth, asking, "This good enough, Dylan? Heh heh, ya mighta noticed I'm a little anxious to get fucked 'cause it's been a long drought for me in that department. It's not easy finding a good sex buddy, ya know?" I've never had any problem in that regard, but I chalk that up to luck, and to the fact I don't need a sex partner with all the unique qualities Shaun's apparently looking for. He's got saliva drooling down his chin at the moment and he's a cute kid alright, but he's into some weird shit. Just to play the dominant role a little, and prove to myself I'm no pussy, I say, "I'll tell ya when you've sucked my cock enough, Shaun. Get it back in your mouth!" His eyes get bright at that and he stokes his own hard cock, mumbling, "You got it, Dylan, right away. Sorry." Huh, there is something to this dominant shit after all. I can see why Robby's embracing it to the limited degree he's able to handle. It's becoming easier for him lately though, especially after me and my twin kiss his ass trying to vie for his attention every minute of the day. I also can kinda see how Willie switched so completely from being very submissive for Larry to being dominant with me. I think it's because I reacted to Willie like Shaun just did to my imitation dominance, by doing what we're told to do, and when Shaun obeyed me just now it emboldened me a little, too. Of course, it emboldened Willie way more because it's not my thing, but it sure is his. I'm not sure how I know it's totally not in me to be dominant, and certainly not to the extent Shaun wants it, but I just don't feel it. Willie was the opposite, it proved to be just the thing for him, and he felt it the first time I did what he told me to do. Of course, Robby and Willie might have thought they weren't interested in being dominant initially, like me, but they're doing a pretty good job of it just the same, especially Willie. With Robby, I'm not yet sure about how much is real and how much is acting. Pretending to be dominant like I just did with Shaun wasn't hard, so maybe it's not hard for Robby, either, and it is kinda fun. Shaun continues his excellent blowjob through my musings, and now I'm starting to shuffle my feet as the sensations build in my cock and balls; lots of activity going on in those areas.
When I'm just about to blow my load down Shaun's throat, I chuckle to myself about what I'm about to do, then slap his head, saying, "Take it out now!" He does it immediately, looking up at me, grinning with a string of precum and saliva attached to his lips and the head of my cock. He mutters, "Yes, sir," with another grin, and the precum string breaks-off at his lips to swing down onto my cock. Goddamnit! Whenever there's a precum/spit string connected to my lips the string always breaks to swing down on my chin and neck! I go, "Lick that off," but I can't pull it off with authority because I laugh, which ruins it. Still, Shaun licks up my boner cleaning off the precum and saliva and then swallows it, grinning hesitantly, then muttering, "Yum." After a few seconds, when I'm not sure what to do next, he quietly says, "If you'll let me, I'll take off your socks and lick your feet; that's another thing I did regularly for my first sex partner and it really excited me. It puts me into a deep submissive state of mind." Naturally the thought never entered my mind that he'd willingly lick my feet, but I go, "Are you a mind reader, Shaun? I was just about to tell you to do that," and I lift my right foot. He pulls off my sweat sock using his teeth, which I thought would have given him more trouble than it did. Holding my foot by cupping the heel in the palm of his left hand, he licks the top of my foot from my toes to my ankle, rubbing my calf muscle as he's doing the licks, and then he licks up my leg a little too. His tongue is wide and he can really stick it out far, much further than I can. Seeing that tongue, I understand better why he was so great at sucking my cock. I kinda noticed it during our kiss too. This is especially interesting, the feet licking thing, because I've just started licking Robby's feet and legs, to go along with sucking his cock and balls and rimming his ass, and maybe I can learn some new techniques from Shaun. I know how submissive it makes me feel to do it to the boy I love, and so it must really be making Shaun feel submissive when doing it to a kid he hardly knows.
He continues licking my feet and rubbing my leg, like he's worshiping both. Then he stops the leg rubbing and starts stroking his boner because, apparently he, like me, deeply enjoys a submissive feeling. What I learn from this, pretty quickly, is that I'm experiencing new sensations of sexual arousal from him sucking on my toes, and that's just one more surprise for me to add to my list. No wonder Robby enjoys it so much. Hmmm, I'll need to do more of it with him, and my bro, Chubby, too. This is cool, and when Shaun starts licking the bottom of my foot, with a little grin of pleasure surrounding his busy tongue, I need to grope my pecker. My cock's been lazy ever since leaving Shaun's mouth, but it's now looking around again because this is getting sexily hot! Shaun licks all around my foot once more, then goes back to sucking my toes; while that's all sexy as hell, so far Shaun hasn't shown me any techniques for licking feet than I hadn't already thought of and used on Robby. Now just my big toe is in Shaun's mouth as he looks up at me, his eyes at the top of their sockets showing a look of total submissiveness to me, and it gives me this superior feeling looking back down at him as he's doing this incredibly submissive act; maybe I'm actually feeling a dominant sense for once. Hmmm? Yeah, I am, and just maybe the ability to be dominant is in all of us to varying degrees. I just mentioned recently to Ryan that the 'top' position in gay sex is dominant by its very nature; that is, if you haven't been ordered to be the 'top' by your dominant sex partner. For the hell of it, I say, "The other foot now!" and manage not to laugh. He appears to be disappointed that he can't continue sucking my big toe, but he does what he's told and I again grope my dick. Damn! This is a revelation to me, experiencing the other side of things like this is cool and interesting. When he gently puts my first foot down and strokes his cock again, I take a page out of Robby's and Willie's dominant handbook and sternly say, "Stop touching yourself!" which gets Shaun biting his lip, but he takes his hand away from his dripping boner and goes for my other foot. I'm looking at my pink bare foot, the one that's sticky with Shaun's saliva, and think, 'Wish I'd cut my toenails, they're embarrassingly long,' although it didn't appear to bother Shaun. He's now loving on my left foot and even kissing it numerous times, and it's surprisingly pleasant and, like I said, surprisingly sexy. Of course, if Shaun were doing this to Chubby, Chubby would be cumming by now.
It doesn't seem that Shaun's going to get tired of licking and sucking my feet, and I'm liking it too, but I've had enough of standing on one foot. I finally say, "That's enough," and swat his head again, but can't stop my chuckle this time. I cover that up by snapping at him, "Get this cock of mine in your mouth again," and to further make up for the chuckle, I get ahold of both his ears and pull his head up. My toe comes out of his mouth when I yank on his ears, and he goes, "Oh!" and gets straight up on his knees, stretching his neck to get the head of my cock in his mouth. Then he uses that big tongue of his to go at my cock's head while his lips work on the foreskin, sucking and moving it back and forth at the neck of my cock. A very agile and experienced mouth on this cute kid. His salivary glands are working overtime by now and it's quite a juicy and sexually stimulating experience for my little Dylan, and for big Dylan too. When I almost cum in Shaun's mouth again, I pry his head away from my dick using his ears as handles again. He has smallish ears that stick out the sides of his head, they're kinda cute too, although some guys look like geeks with their ears sticking out. Licking his lips, he looks up at me with his big dark eyes, and I tell him, "Time to get fucked, Shaun. I'll give you the choice of how you want it." He'd dropped his normal jovial manner some time ago and is now apparently in his very submissive state of mind, and I know all about that. At the moment his manner is mostly humble and shy. Not looking me in the eyes, he stands up, mumbling, "I want to do it however you want. Please tell me what I should do to please you." Hmmm? Then remembering another instruction from the 'Dominance Handbook', I reach around him and smack his still red ass a few times. He stands in front of me with his eyes down, muttering, "Thank you, should I adopt the position so you can whip me some more with the belt?" He can forget about that, but I'm wondering if I'll taste my feet or my dick in his mouth if I kiss him; so, without answering him, I take his head between my hands and kiss him with a lot of tongue and my dick gets slightly harder, surprising me. I guess I'm more turned on than I thought; this is different alright, but fun too, and sexy as hell. Lots of saliva in Shaun's mouth, but no foot or cock taste and I think I'm disappointed about that, but I've licked a few feet and sucked many a cock myself and never noticed a particular taste. There is definitely a foot odor, although, when it's been encased in footwear all day. After the kiss, which Shaun was fully engaged in, even reaching for his boner at one point, but stopping just short of touching it. Guess he remembered my order to not touch himself. I could take some lessons from him in being submissive. It'd be so cool if I could regress him agewise, too, like Willie does to me. Hoping to do that, and telling myself to remember to ask him later about it, I get his chin between my thumb and forefinger to jerk his head up roughly, which pulls his tongue out of my mouth, scraping my teeth as it comes out, and I sternly say, "I changed my mind, get behind me and kiss my ass, then suck on my asshole!" This seems to excite Shaun and, even though he knows better, he strokes his cock two times anyway, and I yell, "NO! Let me see your hand!" He meekly brings it up to show me there are precum drippings on two fingers. I wipe it off with my finger, then stick my finger between his lips and smear the precum on his teeth. That pervert in the park did that to me, without the precum, and I figured it might be sexy, but it's not. Not to me anyway, but Shaun lets a moan slip out of his throat; he closes his eyes and the tip of his tongue comes out to do quick little licks at my finger. Fast ones, like a cat licking at a bowl of milk. Interesting, but kinda pathetic, too, so I'm making a mental note: 'When in one of my very submissive frames of mind, avoid licking like a cat.'
That's not doing anything for me however, so I get a hold of one of his ears and with my feet planted, drag his head down and around to my ass, saying, "You know what to do." Shaun gets on his knees behind me and kisses my ass, a long sloppy kiss on one cheek, then the other, it is arousing and I can see why Robby got so turned on when I spontaneously licked and kissed and sucked his body from his ass, balls and cock, down his legs to his feet. Hmmm, again I think, 'I'll need to do more of that 'cause it's sexy as hell'. Shaun works his tongue down my ass crack and sucks on my anus lips, then tries doing a French kiss on my asshole, and while it's very hot, I realize I get more turned on doing it than receiving it. Not that it isn't a turn-on because it is, but not as much for me as being on the other end of it, doing the licking and sucking. When my buttocks are slippery with spit and my anus is loose and covered in spit, inside and out, and my boner's leaking, and I begin feeling an orgasm coming on me, I turn around and grab both his ears again pulling him up from his knees, swat his excellent flattop twice, then turn him around and get my hands on his hips shoving my boner all the way up his ass. Shaun bellows like he did with the triple-belt-smack on his ass. It kinda hurt my cock going in so roughly too, so I pull on his hips to get him tight against me and then hold him there till things relax a little. His very smacked ass feels warm against me and I reach down and around to stroke his boner. It feels like I've got my fist around a steel pole, and as I stroke it slowly from his nuts to the big, fat head, it feels like it's grown an inch during all his submissive behavior. Jesus! Only the second eight-inch boner I've come across. How can his little body have such a big cock on it? With his precum on my fingers I let go of his eight-inch steel pipe and squeeze his nuts as hard as I can and the screech he lets out is almost identical to the one I let out when Ryan did it to me. And I'll be dammed if my cock doesn't get a little harder. Man, that's sick, but there it is just the same. I can't resist, I gotta feel that feeling again, so I bear down and really squeeze the balls in my fist and this time his scream is almost too high-pitched to hear, but my ear drums vibrate as his whole body shakes. Enough of that! I start fucking him wildly and can't make myself stop; even though I hate admitting it to myself, I'm obviously more turned on sexually than I ever thought I'd be from playing the dominant role. His rectum is very tight, which for once sort of goes with his body structure. It's creating awesome friction on the head and shaft of my boner, which by now is almost at the degree of stiffness I get when I'm being fucked like this myself, and that's one more surprise to add to my long list of surprises. After all the preliminary kissing, sucking, licking and spanking, neither Shaun nor I last long. Our orgasms come on us fast and when mine's impending I get in one more hard squeeze on his nuts, almost forgetting to do it, and his body gets spastic as he cries out with pleasure and pain and a hard stream of cum shoots out from his boner. It lands so far from his body I can see it splat on the hardwood floor of my bedroom by just glancing straight ahead over his shoulder. I see the cum shot smearing forward when it lands, too; it was the speed at which that cum shot was traveling that caused the forward smearing when splatting on the floor. Shaun's hips violently hump outward and another long stream of cum is pumped-up from his nuts as I'm grunting desperately myself now, then I do my usual unfortunate embarrassing squeal as cum erupts from my nuts to rocket up my cock and splash against Shaun's bowels, then another shot of spunk follows the first with me biting my lips trying not to further embarrass myself with another squeal. What awesome sensations at the head of my cock and the root of it, too. Then I fire off a few smaller spurts of cum which feel almost as good as the first two big ones. My cum is drooling out Shaun's ass around the base of my boner as I'm driving my cock wildly in a slushy, tight tunnel with ecstasy surrounding me and the slaps of flesh against flesh echoing in the room. Amazingly hot climax for me considering I'm doing the fucking and not the other way around. I slow down my thrusts, and the hazy cloud surrounding my brain begins to lift, and then I remember I was supposed to use the condom, the one that's laying unopened next to my feet on the floor. Shaun's body is limp in my arms as he's quietly murmuring, almost humming, but whatever it is he seems very happy and contented. When he's almost dead weight in my arms, I whisper in his ear, "That was different for me, and damn hot, too, I thought. How 'bout you?" Realizing I'm acting like Robby, fishing for compliments and reassurances that I put a good fuck on Shaun's ass, I smile to myself. What the hell, ya know?
Shaun sighs, then murmurs a question, "You sure you're not the dominant one in your relationship with your boyfriend?" I go, "Yeah, I'm sure. I just copied things dominant guys have done to me, and now thanks to you, I can see their point of view better." As I pull my cock out of him, he asks, "Which way do you like better?" I go, "The submissive way." Shaun steps away stroking his cock, muttering, "That's surprising because this was way better than I expected, Dylan... and, um, that's not meant to offend you in any way 'cause it was stupendous. It's just that you said you preferred to be submissive in sex so I never expected you could pull off anything like this, but I gotta say, considering the circumstances, it's an A+ effort on your part. Dude, I loved it!" This is buddy sex, when you climax and you're done enjoying the after-effects, then it's over. Period. We clean up in my bathroom discussing the sex. He reassures me he's safe, meaning I won't catch anything unpleasant or life-threatening from him, but he prefers that his sex partner use a condom. I mutter, "My bad, I'm not used to anyone being submissive to me and the condom got lost in translation, ya might say." Then I ask how his ass is recovering, and he tells me he's had much worse spankings than the one I gave him, adding, "The only complaint I have, and it's a small one, is that you should have done about two more of those nut crunches, at least two more. They really get me high! Plus, the more times you get your nuts squashed, the more you enjoy it; it gets better each time!" He's back to his regular jovial self already, again putting an exclamation mark at the end of many things he says. I go, "Maybe it feels better for you, but I don't enjoy getting my nuts squeezed myself. Everyone's different, ya know." His ass is still very red, especially two sore-looking welts, one across both buttocks and the one where I missed his ass and got the back of his thighs. In the bedroom, as we're getting dressed, I mutter, "I didn't enjoy whipping your ass very much, a little maybe, but I'd much rather not do it." He's pulling on his socks, as he says, "Oh man, I'm so glad you did it as well as you did, Dylan, you gave me all I could take, and that's the perfect way to start a fuck session if you ask me! It was awesome!" I can't help but point out, "Your screams didn't sound too awesome," and he goes, "Oh, that's part of the fun, and the screaming also helps to handle the pain. You whipping me with your belt got my dick so fuckin' hard! It was an amazing trip for me! Of course I used to take it better, but I'm totally out of practice and I've really been missing it. Do ya think we can do it again?" Everyone wants to know that, it seems. I go, "I'm really reluctant to do it again, Shaun, and anyway I'm heading home in a few days for summer vacation. Maybe when I come back for my sophomore year we could try it again." He's like, "That would be great!" Then I ask him, "Being submissive today during our sex, did ya ever get to feeling like you're much younger then you are? You know, sometime while I was being dominant." He goes, "Nah, not even close, but I know what you mean. The Eagle Scout could make me feel like I was six years old. I'd be clinging to him like he was my hero after he whipped my ass or whatever, and I'd do anything he said when I was in that state of mind. It's a very strange trance-like state to be in for sure, scary but very pleasant at the same time, dreamy-like, without a care." I go, "Huh, weird," pretending I don't know what he's talking about. Good to know I'm not the only one that gets like he described. And our conversation went like that until we're dressed and we wander back into the living room where Shaun admires his haircut in the mirror over the sofa again, and again confirms he really likes it a lot. "Hey, I'm not gonna get it cut all summer, then I'll come to your barber shop for another awesome flattop in September and we can maybe do it again!" He's excited, which is flattering, I guess, but this whole ordeal exhausted me actually; the dominant fuck and all the whipping I mean, not the haircut. I go, "Yeah, Shaun, I'll be recovered by then... maybe," and we both laugh.
Like I said, we both know that when buddy fucking is over, it's over. Shaun's acting anxious to get on his way so we bump fists, saying, "It's been real," saying it at the same time, and chuckle again about that; then, with a parting thank you from Shaun, a really sincere one, he's gone and the door lock clicks behind him as I collapse on the sofa and lay there pondering things, as I usually do. I surprised myself doing that dominant stuff, especially using the belt; one more surprise to add to the others I've experienced lately. It's like I got pissed-off that he actually could enjoy that belt whipping, and I wanted to hear the 'safe word' so badly I whipped him harder. That's strange right there, maybe it's like I felt he was mocking me about the hand spanking, like maybe me and my friends are wimps for only spanking with our hands. But, I'm trying to figure out my subconscious mind again here, and that's an impossible task. The fact is, I find that I'm capable of whipping someone when they ask for it, and I wouldn't have believed that before, except I just did it, so I gotta believe it now. Maybe it was like a 'dare' thing. When someone dares you to do something they're basically inferring you don't have the balls for it, and so to prove you do, you take them up on the dare. And then I did get into that dominant posture by smacking his head to cover up my laughing at how stupid it was, except I don't think it's stupid when I'm in the submissive role myself. Damn, life seems to gets more confusing the longer I live it. What's with that? I mean, by now I've had tons of experiences and that includes experiences of all kinds, not just sexual ones; you'd think by now I'd have come to some conclusions about some of them, but that doesn't seem to be the case with me. Maybe I'm dumber than everyone else; I think I'm more confused now about everything than I was last year, so I can only imagine how confused I'll be by this time next year. Jeez! Well, that was my first journey into dominance-land and I'm not sure how I feel about it even now after experiencing it. I can see why some would find it very seductive and maybe addictive, but I don't, so maybe you gotta have a propensity for being dominant in the first place. How someone would get like that is anybody's guess. I can believe it in Willie, but not in Robby so maybe, like me, Robby can play at it for awhile but he needs to conscientiously make himself play at it, and therefore it can't be a long-term condition. Yeah, but I did get into it with Shaun the longer we were involved, and I didn't hate it, I kinda got to like it to a degree. Like I said, it's confusing and after experiencing it I still have no firm conclusion about what it all means.
Then, as I'm lying here on the sofa trying to make some sense of my dominant efforts with Shaun, and how it relates to me, Chubby comes busting into the apartment bringing his energy with him, yelling, "Dylan, what the fuck ya doing taking a nap? Fer chrissakes, you're nineteen, you don't need naps; they're a waste of the valuable minutes of your last few months of being a teen." I turn my head to look at him as he storms over and kisses the top of my head, asking, "What have you been doing that got ya so tired?" I sit up, and say, "You and I should kiss hello and goodbye like me and my twin do." He laughs, then coughs and says, "Oh my gawd, the things that come out of your brain! So, you and that kid kiss now?" I go, "Yeah, Robby wants us to be uber friendly towards each other." Chubby sits on the sofa next to me, and puts his arm across my shoulders, "Let me ask ya something, Dylan. Um, it's one thing to be doing something creepy like that, but how come ya come right out and tell me about it? I mean doesn't it, I don't know, embarrass you? I'd think you'd want to keep that weird information to yourself." I go, "I wouldn't mention it to anyone else but you, Chubby. I feel I can tell you anything and you wouldn't mock me no matter what it is. How about you and me doing the hello/goodbye kissing? Just a peck on the lips like Robby and Dodger do it." Chubby laughs again, squeezing my shoulders, going, "How 'bout we don't, and what got you so tired that I find you lying on the couch in the afternoon?" I go, "I was doing pushups and sit-ups." He goes, "No you weren't." I say, "You're right, I was jogging around the parking lot; no, that's a lie, too. I'm never lying to you again. Oops, I just told another lie." He jumps up, "You're giving me a headache. I can never get a straight answer from you so never mind what you were doing; come out on the balcony with me and we'll share a Marlboro Light. Hey, ya want something to drink? I'm in the mood for a strawberry-kiwi Snapple." He walks quickly to the kitchen and gets a bottle of Snapple from the refrigerator, asking, "Ya got a cigarette? I'm all out." I get up and pull my pack of cigarettes from my pocket, muttering, "You're always out of cigarettes, lets take a drive to New Hampshire and I'll buy a carton," as I check the cash in my pocket. He's like, "Sure, but I got that stupid study group again tonight. God! These final exams are so boring, and what a waste of time, I'm not learning anything useful." I go, "Yeah, I know what you mean," as we slide open the glass door to the balcony and step outside. "Another nice day," I say, and Chubby says, "I never talk about the weather. Hey, how's your three-way love affair working out? That's the dumbest thing you and Robby ever came up with, by the way." I light a cigarette, muttering, "I didn't come up with it, I'm just going along with it to please Robby." Chubby takes the cigarette and takes a drag, "Ya know, Dylan, what you're really doing is enabling Robby. If you put your foot down do you think for one minute he'd drop you for that other kid?" I say, "I can't be sure of what he'd do anymore, and I don't want to take the chance. I'm in love, Chubby, and it's true love too, not some puppy love like when I was a kid." He's like, "Oh, so now you're not a kid anymore; what happened to your plan to stay a kid forever? You tell me we're not adults one day, and then you tell me you're not a kid the next, so what the hell are you?" I take a swallow of Chubby's Snapple, then another, thinking, 'good question,' then mutter a non sequitur, "You don't understand about love, that's all." He laughs and blows smoke in my face, asking, "How 'bout my question about you not being a kid anymore." I go, "I'm sidestepping that one, 'cause ya got me there. Maybe it just seems like I contradicted myself, but in reality it's you who are confused." He looks at me smirking, "That was gobbledegook. It don't mean anything; just a bunch of words and you know it." I fill the filter up with spit and pass the cigarette to Chubby who takes a drag and bursts out laughing, then holds the cigarette out, saying, "That was an incredibly adult thing to do. Now I totally understand what you said." I go, "See? I'm right again," and Chubby hugs my shoulders muttering, "Yeah, you're always right as far as I'm concerned, Dylan, but I do worry about you because I don't want to see you get hurt in this triangle thingie that you, Robby, and what's-his-name are messing around with." I go, "It's working okay, I even like Ryan a little."
My iPhone beeps indicating a text, and it's from Robby: 'Hi Dylan! Ryan and I are trying to be chefs, like you. We're cooking chicken breasts and mashed potatoes for our dinner. You're invited!' That doesn't sound as much like an invitation as it sounds like an afterthought. I ask Chubby, "Ya want to go to New Hampshire for cigarettes, and then eat dinner there?" He goes, "Sure thing, bro, but I gotta be at that stupid cram session at eight-thirty." I go, "We'll be back in plenty of time," and text Robby back, 'Thanks, but Chubby and I made plans to get smokes in Salem and eat out. Do you need cigarettes?' Then I take the Snapple bottle from Chubby and finish the last of it enjoying the thought that Chubby's lips were just on it, and I smile at that. He asks, "What are you smiling about?" I go, "I'm just happy you and I are gonna be doing something together, just you and me, that's all." He says, "That makes me feel good and bad at the same time. Good because you like doing things with me, and bad because it's like we don't do enough things together; like you feel I'm ignoring you." I go, "Concentrate on the good part because you'll never be able to do enough things with me to satisfy me. You could do more, though." He says, "I love you too, you know?" and I think how Robby's always saying I don't love him as much as he loves me and understand a little better what he means, ya know, because Chubby couldn't ever love me enough as far as I'm concerned. Then another beep from my iPhone. Robby texted back: 'Thanks but your twin and I were there this afternoon and I bought a carton for the three of us. Don't forget tonight's study group! Enjoy Chubby.' That last part was a dig at me, I think. Like he's saying I, again, have found something I'd rather do than be with him. Well, if it was just Robby I'd be with him, but it's him and my twin, so that's not as appealing to me. And anyway, maybe I would rather do something with Chubby. What's so wrong with that? Nothing, that's what, and I give Chubby a loving look. He says, "Damn, when you look at me like that I gotta wonder what that brain of yours is thinking." I go, "No, I'm still thinking how I love doing stuff with you, that's all. I already told you that a minute ago." He smiles back and goes, "Aren't you the one who says we're the best and closest best-friends the world has ever seen?" I go, "I may have said that, why?" Chubby shrugs, mumbling, "I must be doing something right... just saying." I take a last drag off our cigarette and flick it off the railing, saying, "Yeah, you do some things right, just do more of them, that's all I'm saying." Chubby kicks the cigarette butt off the balcony without commenting on my flip, muttering, "Okay, mister last-word-Dylan." To get the last word again, I mutter back, "Good, you agree with me." He gets his arm around my neck hugging me, saying, "Yeah, I guess I do at that," and I go, "Good!" and we go inside and I grab the keys to the Jeep and down we go with me feeling happy to be with Chubby.
After getting cut-off a few times by fellow Massachusetts drivers, we make it to route 28 in Salem, New Hampshire safely with Chubby giving me a couple of new factoids he's uncovered, and that he will remember for much too long. He asks, "What's the most unusual thing about turtles?" I go, "Turtles? Um, is it that they live inside the shell they need to carry around?" He goes, "Nope, that's not unusual! Turtles can breathe through their ass, now that's unusual." I mumble, "Euuu, just imagine how bad their breath must smell; turtle breath." Chubby goes, "I've never smelled a turtle's breath, yet. Okay here's another obvious one: How many words, within ten, in the English language, rhyme with the word 'month'?" I shrug, blow the horn at a lady with New Hampshire plates on her car, muttering, "She must have lived in Massachusetts at some point in her life," then I go, "How about I guess there are twenty words that rhyme with 'month'." He says, "Don't be foolish, there are exactly zero words that rhyme with 'month', and everybody knows that." I laugh at his absurdness and try thinking of a word that rhymes with 'month', but can't. I say, "I'm not answering anymore of your lame factoids so don't bother asking me any." Chubby says fine, "Don't learn new things then, but how many people would you guess choke to death on ballpoint pens each year, on the average?" I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, muttering, "This is the last one! How 'bout none?" He goes, "You are so fuckin' wrong, it's embarrassing that you can't even get close to the right answer. On average a hundred people choke to death on ballpoint pens every year." I go, "Bullshit!" and Chubby says, "Do not put a ballpoint pen in your mouth, is all I'm gonna say about that, except it is not bullshit, it's the truth!" I go, "I'm Googling that," as I pull into the parking lot of Market Basket. It's a new store, huge and really nice. The price for just about everything is cheaper here than at Stop & Shop, but it's also much busier store, so working here you'd never get the down-times we experience on the registers at work. Chubby and I stop at the display of twenty-five cent candy dispensers and use the five quarters we have between us to get the Double-Bubble mixed-flavored chiclets, and shove them in our pockets. "These things are awesome!" Chubby exclaims, and I think they are too. These chiclets have been our favorite chewing gum from way back when we'd go to the supermarket with our moms as little kids, so we like them for sentimental value, too, but it's only one of many traditions Chubby and me keep alive from our childhood together. Inside we go to the store proper, where the cigarette booth is just inside the front door to the right, and as always there's a line. Lots of smokers from towns bordering Massachusetts come to Salem 'cause they're smart enough to buy cigarettes here and avoid the outrageous Massachusetts taxes. Chubby goes into a familiar harangue, "Ya know, Dylan, most of the price of cigarettes in Massachusetts is taxes now. Politicians pretend the ridiculous taxes on cigarettes and alcoholic beverages are a way to legislate morality and control people's free will, while teaching us how to live our lives as they, these righteous politicians, think we should 'cause I guess they know what's best for us poor morons; we're too stupid to know what's best for ourselves. Of course, the taxes are really to create a revenue stream that these same politicians can then decide how to spend our money." I say, "How come ya didn't register to vote, Chubby? Then you could help vote them out of office?" He mutters, "I'm going to register, mister perfect citizen, I've just been busy."
There are four people ahead of us in line. The youngish, nice looking lady right in front of us taps the man in front of her on the shoulder, saying, "Excuse me," and the man turns around. He's a nice enough looking dude in his late thirties, I'd guess. The woman says, "I think I recognize you; I had one of your children." Jesus! The man glances around getting red in the face and I'm thinking, 'What a ballsy lady, approaching him in a supermarket with that startling news'. The man bites his lip and says, "Um, ah, were you one of the ladies at Bill Monroe's party in Seaport about five years ago, because that's the only time I can think of that I cheated on my wife." Spreading his hands, he mutters, "I was so drunk, ya know. Was that you?" She frowns, saying, "I don't know Bill Monroe. No, that wasn't me. I mean I had one of your children in my classroom at Philips Academy last year, I met you at a parent-teacher affair. Julie's very bright, how's she doing this year?" I'll bet Julie's not as bright as her father's face is getting as he turns a brighter shade of red. Haha! But it's his turn to be waited on at the counter, so he mutters, "Thank you. Yes, she's doing great." Then he turns to the server behind the counter, "Um, two cartons of Winstons; no, not Winstons, um, I mean Marlboro reds, I don't smoke Winstons," like it's the person behind the counter's mistake. The man who cheated on his wife is obviously discombobulated; I guess confessing infidelity to your daughter's teacher will do that to ya. I look at Chubby smirking about that fucking awkward situation! But Chubby wasn't paying attention to those two, he goes, "Check out the babe in the express line with those awesome shorty-shorts." I go, "Jeez, the hell with her, check out the kid bagging groceries. He's hot!" The lady glances back a me quickly, and then it's her turn for cigarettes. Well, now she's got two good stories for the dinner table tonight: the cheating husband's confession and two horny teens with differing sexual preferences. I've only got one good story to tell... haha. When it's our turn, I buy a carton of Marlboro Lights for fifty-three dollars, as compared to eighty-plus dollars in Massachusetts, depending where you buy them. Chubby buys two packs. On the way out he says, "Save the lecture, Dylan, I know they're cheaper per pack when you buy a carton, but I buy them individually because that's the way I roll." I go, "Oh, and you think that's a good explanation for paying more than you need to?" Chubby chuckles, squeezing my hand, a little too hard this time, perhaps. Halfway out the door, he stops, and goes, "Wait, I wanna grab a cold drink," so we go back in and he gets a Snapple from the cooler, mumbling to me, "You drank most of my last Snapple on the balcony." I say, "Yeah I did, and that's mostly because I like to drink out of the same bottle as you." He goes, "Haha, me too with you, ya nut!" We get in the express line. The woman ahead of us can't find her credit card so she writes a check, and takes her good old time doing it too. Why do I always get behind these types of inconsiderate people? She hands the check to the young kid working the cash register, who has 'RICHARD' on his name tag. Richard would be cute except he has a nose with the nostrils sort of on the side instead of the front of his nose. Ya know, so it appears one of his nostrils is staring at you, and that'd be true from either side of the unfortunate lad. Not a good look if you know what I mean. Richard says, "I'm sorry I'll need to see some identification." The woman looks startled, and Richard says, "It's what my manager told me to ask for, no exceptions," and she says, "Richard, I'm your mother!" and he goes, "Sorry mom, just show me your license or anything, so if someone's watching me...." Chubby starts doing my phony cough, beating me to it by a second. The woman, says, "Wait'll I get you home, Richard," but she hands him her license and he looks at it, and goes, "Mom, you're forty-two?" His mother blushes and grabs the license and her bag of groceries. She's also red-faced as she stalks out with Richard looking puzzled. I guess having nostrils on the side of his nose aren't Richard's only problem, he also ain't too bright. Chubby goes, "Good move, Richard," and flips the money for the Snapple at him. Richard says, "Have a nice day," and we walk out chuckling. Quite an interesting trip to Market Basket; these kind of things just seem to happen on their own when Chubby and me are hanging out together.
We decide to eat at the Outback Steakhouse because they offer a three-course dinner; three courses for under twelve dollars, just barely under, of course. We get seated right away, which isn't unusual on a Tuesday night. The restaurant is located on route 28, but it's actually in Methuen, Mass., right on the Salem line. Our waitress is the no-nonsense type so we have very little banter with her. After Chubby does his normal routine asking for a beer, with her rolling her eyes and tapping the pad she's holding with a pencil, we get down to business and both order the Outback special six-ounce sirloin, a salad on the side instead of an appetizer, and what they call a 'dressed' baked potato. The so-called 'dressing' consists of two mounds of sour cream, chopped green onions, and bacon bits. The dessert's included as our third course; it's a cinnamon pastry thing with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Not gourmet dining, but it's a fairly cheap dinner. The steaks are cooked just right and we eat while talking about our summer jobs. I tell Chubby what Robby told me; to wit, Ryan will basically be our boss. Chubby stops moving a forkful of his dressed baked potato to his mouth, and says, "Tell me you're busting my balls about that." I shake my head going, "I'm serious," and he's like, "Ya mean, that little kid who was at dinner the other night, he's going to be bossing us around?" I shrug, "That's what Robby said, yeah." Chubby eats the potato from his fork, then says, "What's the deal, is he experienced at this kind of work or something?" I go, "No, I asked Ryan and he said he's never cut a lawn in his life; never had a job before, actually." Chubby goes, "Well that ain't going to work out any better than your three-way love affair's gonna work out. I better have a plan B for a summer job, ya know?" Then I worry that Robby will consider that me telling Chubby about his assistant, before he gets a chance to put his spin on it, is sorta undermining him somehow. Like, creating unrest with the troops. Well, he didn't say not to tell Chubby. As we continue eating, Chubby and I try to figure out what Robby could be thinking with this boneheaded move, and I tell him my plan to tactfully explain how it's not a good plan, and finally Chubby says, "Maybe I underestimated Robby's feelings for what's-his-name after all. What do you think, Dylan?" I go, "I'm mystified to be honest, it is stupid to put Ryan in charge. Especially stupid, because it'll work out poorly for Robby if things go to hell with us worker bees. He says Ryan's going be stern with us workers too." Okay, maybe that comment is stirring up the troops a little. I shouldn't have added that little tidbit, except Chubby has a right to know what to expect. We'll be starting the job next week. Chubby goes, "Fuck that! Stern my ass! If that little peckerwood gets pushy with me, one of us ain't gonna last long." I go, "Let me talk to Robby, give him a chance, Chubby. It could turn out to be no problem; we're only cutting grass, after all." We think about the money we'll be making and project it out to see what we can realistically expect to save for the newer car we want to buy at summer's end, and that aspect of the job works out great. Now, if only we can hold onto the job all summer, we'll be golden. During the drive home Chubby says, "I'm going to keep my options open for that job offer from Mary pain-in-the-ass Jo's father. It's fifteen dollars an hour, but only like twenty hours a week. Maybe I can get another part-time job to supplement that." Damn, I wanted to work with Chubby this summer. I go, "Yeah, but first give the lawn cutting job a try, okay? Maybe I can talk some sense into Robby." He smiles and says, "Sure, it'd be great if we can work together. I'll definitely give it a try, but I'm not going to say 'no' to the other job right now either. I'll keep that option open just as a back-up."
I get out of the Jeep at our apartment complex and Chubby drives on to his study group. I kinda ruined an otherwise fun time by bringing up the news that Ryan's going be Robby's assistant this summer, so I feel bad about that. I should have kept my mouth shut, but I wanted to hear what Chubby had to say about it and I guess I wanted him to commiserate with me that it's a stupid idea, and he did just that. So now I know I'm not the only one who thinks it's a dumb idea, and I bet everyone else on our crew, except Ryan and Robby, will think it's stupid too. Letting myself in the apartment with my key, I see Robby and Ryan kissing at the study desk. Robby sees me come in and waves, but they finish their kiss. I walk in feeling like the fifth wheel, or maybe Robby's spare tire. I get a nice greeting from both of them though, and then a little 'hello' kiss on the lips from Ryan. He stands up and leans his head over towards me to do the quick kiss, saying, "Hi, Dylan!" I do an imitation of a smile, mumbling, "Hi," and then lean down to kiss Robby, and after the kiss he says, "You're late, Dylan." I mumble an apology and explain it took forever to get the check after dinner. "Well, don't be late for the job next week... word to the wise. Now let's get studying for tomorrow's final." Properly chastised, I get a serious expression on my face, but all I can think about is the long sloppy kiss Ryan and Robby were doing when I walked in, and how they continued it while I stupidly stood there.
to be continued...
Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Small donations enable this to remain a free story site. Thank you