After our four-mile run, Chubby and I took separate showers and then had dinner. After that, it was down to my finished basement to do our every night activity of watching Red Sox baseball on the big screen TV. They were not looking great this season, but better than expected. After the third inning, Chubby seemed restless and finally said, "I need to take care of your feet, Dylan. We've been neglecting them. We've been neglecting a lot of stuff lately or maybe just leaving things behind us as we get older."
I mumble, "It's mostly the latter, Chub." Kneeling at the foot of the recliner, Chubby quickly removed my sneakers and socks and squeezed my foot with both hands, getting that dreamy look in his eyes like he always gets when playing with my feet. We've never called it a foot fetish, but that's what it is. And this is the first time he's done the foot fetish thing in months. Like he said, we're leaving things behind as we age.
Working his fingers in between my toes, he says, "I hope we continue doing the crotch shaving. It looks and feels cool." I go, "It's da bomb! I'm with you on that." Chubby brought my foot to his face and pressed the heel against his nose. Weird, yes, but because it's Chubby licking my feet and sucking my toes, it almost excites me. Almost, but not quite. Chubby licked the bottom of my foot and started his regular ritual. I know from experience it can go on for a half hour. As far as I know, Chubby has never had a spontaneous climax like the ones I've had with both him and Willie, but if he were going to have one, it'd probably happen through his love of feet.
Since getting the job with Rickie, Chub's foot fetish has been way less frequent, and so has the leg humping. Is it because he's getting his quirky fix some other way? I hope it's not from sucking Rickie's big size-twelve feet. Yuck!
Paying little attention to the Red Sox game, or Chubby's foot fetish, I'm thinking about the note Mom left for me. My Mom left a note on the kitchen table this afternoon that I liked. It was about this guy Jake Rollins, who she's been dating for a while. I met him and thought something was, I don't know, something was off. I can't put my finger on it, but I wasn't thrilled with the redheaded Jake. Maybe it was his red hair, haha. Or maybe I don't like the thought of him doing the naughty with my Mom.
Anyway, tomorrow night Mom says will be a sleep over night and she wanted me to know. On the rare occasions that Mom has a boyfriend over for the night I vacate the premises and bunk in with Chubby, which is what I'm doing tomorrow night, so that's the good part. The bad part is Jake sleeping with my Mom. I didn't used to like sleeping with anyone, but since my mentor, Carl Denton, helped me recognize my sexuality, sleeping with another boy is a hot and sexy thing to do, and with Chubby, oh boy! The last time I had a chance to sleep with Chub was way back when we got our asses kicked by the Chavez brothers.
Mom sleeping with Jake in our condo Friday night is supposedly, according to Mom's note, so they can get an early start for a day at the Cape. Then on Sunday, Mom, Tris, Chubby, and I are off for a two-week vacation in Wildwood, New Jersey. Things look shiny bright for me, sleeping with Chubby tomorrow night, a date with Willie Saturday night, and then off for two weeks in Wildwood with my best friend of a lifetime, Chubby, Jeffrey Romaro. In other words, two weeks with no lawn cutting and no Joel-the-maniac threatening me. Chubby finished with his foot fetish by going into the half bath and, I suppose, jerking off. He was quiet when he came out of the bathroom. He snuggled against me on the recliner, and with a sigh, settled in to watch the rest of the baseball game. I pinched his earlobe thinking about someone sticking a needle through it for an earring, or however they do it. Ouch! That's happening to Chubby Saturday night as part of Rickie's Saturday night window washer boys' mandatory meeting.
I'm not mocking the idea of an earring because I'd like to get my ear pierced, too. It's Rickie who I mock as a phony asshole on a power trip. He knows the guys on his crew need the money so he puts unnecessary requirements for the job, like the Saturday night meetings, knowing they won't quit. We were quiet and Chubby dozed off, then said he was going to bed. As he got off the recliner, I told him about tomorrow night and he shot me with his index finger, mumbling, "Something to look forward to, bro," and went up to his condo and to bed.
As I was going up to bed, Willie called to say he's picking me up Saturday night at our usual time. I smiled and said, "You already told me that," and he said, "Yeah, but I didn't tell you we'd be eating dinner in Quincy Market, and then see a live performance at the Pavilion. I've never been there, but it's an open sided tent on the bay and there's lots of stalls selling food and beer and T-shirt all around the tent. Lots of people and lots of excitement in the air, and a live band." He told me the group, but I've never heard of them.
I go to sleep with a grin on my face because life is good. Work on Friday was a routine day without any harassment from Joel. During Robby and my after-work massage, he asked me what I was doing tonight, and when I said Chubby and I will probably go to the movies, he asked to come along. Great! He has a car, so that's what we're going to do. Then, we decided that Dodger will want to come too, and we'll have pizza for dinner at my house.
It was all set, so that's more good news. I'd like to call Chubby's cell phone and tell him about the Dickers brothers coming over tonight for pizza, and then go with us to the movies, except I can't because Rickie has forbidden calls during working hours. Window washer boy's cell phones must be turned off till after work. I understand that, I guess, but it's just one rule after another with prickie Rickie. During the lunch break, Rickie's taking his five-man crew to get identical summer buzzcuts today. Then tomorrow night, after their team dinner and meeting, they go to the Mall to get their ears pierced. Chubby, and all the boys, hate having to do whatever Rickie says, but we need our fucking driver's licenses and we're going to do what we need to. We'll pay for auto insurance, learn to drive, and take the test. After that, we'll see about Rickie.
After work massages, and then I rode in the back of the Dicker's pick-up truck with Robby to their house. He wants to shower and change clothes before driving us to my condo, but Dodger butted in and took his shower first. I was on Robby's computer checking to see if Willie emailed me one of his corny love letters. He's so schmaltzy, but I kind of like that. Robby was telling his parents our plans for tonight as Dodger shouts that he's finished with his shower. Robby goes in for his, and I found a short email from Willie saying he had a boner already from thinking about the two of us together Saturday night.
He's a horny boy alright, making me grin. Then I'm thinking, oh shit, here comes trouble. Dodger, with wet hair and a flimsy towel around his waist, swaggers into Robby's bedroom to give me his smirky look. So, fucking cute! He said, "We just have time for you to give be a quick blowjob, so let's get to it right away," and he opens his towel to show me his freshly re-shaved pubes and that perfect teen boy cock and balls package. A drop of spit got caught in my windpipe when I gulped and gasped, trying to swallow and speak at the same time, and I got involved in a coughing fit. He'd taken me so much by surprise with this latest outrageousness. I'm half laughing at the audacity of Dodger and half coughing myself into an early grave.
Dodger's playing with his four-inch whitish/pink cock, getting it firm and then boner hard. My own cock is getting hard in my pants just watching him playing with his weenier. Finally, I have success coughing the spit droplet out of my windpipe and I say in a quiet, urgent voice, "God damn you, Dodger. Your brother is on the other side of that hollow bathroom door and your mother and father are right downstairs. Go get dressed, ya little homo."
Dodger is wanking that baby penis of his pretty good by now, staring at me with the tip of his pink tongue showing between his sexy puffy lips. His naked body is so perfect, hairless, and taut. After a minute or so his face tightens up and then scrunches up and he thrusts his hips twice, groaning, "Ah, ah, oh, oh, ohh!" and a string of cum arcs out of his wide-open pee slit. I stared at it, unconsciously licking my lips as that creamy teen spunk splattered against the side of Robby's dirty clothes hamper.
He took two big grunting breaths and mumbled, "Jesus, I needed that. You wanna taste some?" Without thinking, I mumbled, "Sure" and he reaches over to where I'm sitting at his brother's computer and puts his finger in my mouth, like he did that time we chewed each other's finger nails on the last day of school in the lavatory. Dodger's big, shiny, brown eyes looked into my eyes as I sucked the cum off his finger. Then, with his finger nice and clean, he pulls it out of my mouth, and slowly sucks it into his mouth, making exaggerated slurping sounds sucking my spit off. Then, with that patented smirk he reached in the hamper, grabbed a dirty T-shirt, and wipes up the cum splatter, saying, "How'd it taste?" I said, "Like cum," and he mutters, "Yeah, that what I thought, too."
Grinning, he said, "You're the coolest kid I ever met. I gotta get dressed." I watched him scurry naked through the door across the hall, into his bedroom. As usual he leaves me stunned. What a unique kid. I groped my boner, gave a quick thought to jerking off, then came to my senses. I did a few pushups to get my mind off what I'd just witnessed. I do a lot of pushups, which have something to do with my bicep muscles. I did more than a couple because, oh my God, Dodger jerking that four-inch beauty right in front of me, as casual as you can ever be... Whoa!
Finished with the pushups, I'm back at Robby's desk contemplating things when he comes out of his bathroom with a towel around his waist. Then, just like Dodger, he casually drops the towel. In Robby's case, to go through his drawers for underwear. I've got my fingers on his computer's keyboard, staring wide-eyed at his cock and balls. This is the first glimpse ever of Robby's penis. It's the same size as Dodger's, same size nuts too. The only difference in the two packages is Robbie's bush was untouched. It was sparse, like Dodger's before he shaved it. I wondered how Robby could be so casually naked in front of me when, you know, he has that little penis. Well, it's four-inches when flaccid and, like Dodgers, gets bigger when erect.
Then I realized he's on the baseball team and has showered with teammates many times, so by now, he just accepts his small dick. Well, what the hell can he do about it anyway. I guess the jokes have all been said and it's not an issue with him now, if it ever was an issue with him. I said nothing about his penis. Robby threw a pair of underpants on the bed and then a shirt and some socks. Then a pair of cargo shorts, and then he began getting dressed. An unusual way to do that.
I used a great deal of willpower not to stare at him. His penis was smallish like Dodger's, but not as perfect looking, somehow. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to suck it, but it just wasn't the perfect color or shape or something, like Dodger's. Robby's dick was normal looking, except smallish. How odd though. Chubby, Dodger and now Robbie, all with four-inch cocks. Maybe a little over four-inches, but not by much. Huh!
Well, I'm sitting at this computer, so why not Google "penises" and find out how rare a four-inch penis is. This could be Guiness Book Of World Records material right here in front of me. Call me goofy, but I love good penis talk. As Robby was getting dressed, singing along with a tune on the radio, and with a great singing voice, I typed in "penis size" on Google. Many hits, but of the couple I looked at, the consensus of the average size penis is from three and a half to almost six inches when soft. It said flaccid, not soft.
What? That's shocking! Three and a half inches? Then there are about five percent of men with over six inches and five percent were even shorter than three and a half. Oh my God, those poor bastards. This is an excellent factoid. I bet I can fool Chubby with it, but I need to wait for just the right time to spring this on him. I'll do it the very next time we're talking about the size of our penises, which will probably be right after I learn to fly.
Robby's now talking about the movie we should see; so, I stopped thinking about penises to listen to his very nice voice. I like listening to him talk and, of course, stare at his face at the same time, plus now, I'm intrigued by his singing voice. Robby interests me greatly. If only he had the interest in me that Dodger has, I'd be hard pressed to choose between him and Willie.
By the time the brothers were both dressed, and we drove to my condo, Chubby was there already. He had his Red Sox hat on so I didn't have to look at his Supercuts buzzed head. I don't care too much that we're not doing our haircuts anymore because Carl's been cutting my hair, and I get hard when he cuts it. too short. I hope I don't have a fetish. Anyway, it's like Chubby was saying, we're leaving things behind as we get older. I'll be bunking in with him tonight and that's the important thing to me; not some dumb buzzcut.
The pizza was here so we made short work of it and then piled into the pick-up and hustled to make the seven o'clock movie. Three of us have to work tomorrow, so Friday nights weren't usually late nights, like they use to be. In the movie theater lobby, the line wasn't too bad and right at the end was Willie Worthington talking to a plain looking kid with longish hair. Willie spotted me as soon as I spotted him and what a great smile he gave me. Willie has another boyfriend? A Friday night date with that kid?
I'm not sure why, but I'm astonished to see him in this setting. I didn't expect it, although he looked yummy and innocent and, I don't know, he looks good. To be honest, I'm jealous that he was with that guy, but I fought the urge to give him a disapproving look. Instead, I kind of shook my head no to indicate to Willie that he should not mention to anyone here that we're boyfriends. He gave me a knowing look and a small grin, and I should have known he's too smart, too clever to make a gaffe like that with me in the closet.
The plain looking boy he was with had that same nineteen-seventies long hair style that Willie use to have, so he's most likely from Willie's private prep school. Something about Willie's friend gave off vibes that he was looking down on Chubby, Robby, Dodger, and me.
As we approached Willie, I mumbled to Chubby, "That's my new friend. I met him at Carl's graduation party." Chubby shrugs, "Oh, yeah? So, this is Willie, huh?" Willie and I did a grinning quick guy hug, then I introduced him to Chubby, "Willie, meet my very best friend and home boy, Chubby Jeffrey Romero. We've known one another all our lives." They shook hands quickly and then I introduced the Dickers brothers as the coolest brother in Framingham High School.
I got a kick out of Willie's reaction when he appraised the beautiful Dickers brothers. His eyes widened as he was checking out Dodger and Robby. They appeared oblivious to his scrutiny. I'm guessing the brothers got used to being stared out years ago. Chubby had stepped over to the snack's counter and was getting two large popcorns, which the four of us will split. The plain looking snooty boy was a classmate of Willie's at Prep school, as I suspected. His name is Charles Boles. During the introductions, Charles rolled his eyes as if to say, "Oh brother, Willie, why are you bothering with these townie losers."
Robby appeared very interested in Willie, and Willie in him. There heads together, they were talking about something that I couldn't overhear because Dodger was in my ear about, God knows what...
To be continued...
