Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2012 06:04:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAND'S FRESHMAN YEAR Chapter 28 (the reunion) by Donny Munford
DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 28
by Donny Mumford
Dodger's been gone for fifteen minutes, and I'm still sitting here in the
kitchen, thinking about things. I'm anxious to see Robby again, but I keep
going back to my submissive ways with Willie too. I'm feeling less and less
good about how I've behaved the last few days. The longer I'm out from
under Willie's influence the sillier everything seems. It's becoming
somewhat embarrassing to think back on how wimpy I was with him in Key
West, and now I'm sure he's misinterpreted my submissiveness there; I think
he's under the impression that's how I'm always going to act whenever I'm
with him. I mean it'd be fun on another trip with just him and me to enjoy
my fetish, but certainly not around people I know! It's a topic I can't get
out of my mind. Hell, looking back on it, I was just going with the flow
there, and enjoying my submissive fetish. I call it a fetish because I
don't know what else to call it. Observing Dodger's haircut fetish, and how
carried away he got with it, reminds me so much of myself the last three
days. It was just Willie and me in a luxury resort in Key West, so it was a
perfect time to play that submissive role to the hilt. Okay, I was loving
it and living a fantasy. But we're back home now where everything's
different. I do think I sorta let myself feel that loving feeling for
Willie again too, is that for real? Who knows about love? It's totally
mysterious; like, how do you fall in love with one boy and not another?
It's all that subconscious crap in my mind, stuff I'm unaware of, that's
what messes everything up. And, yeah, I still want to see Willie again. I
mean, come on, that boy knows how to crank-up my sexual appetite. It was
great sex, but I can't continue being a pushover for him in real life. Back
home with Robby and my other friends, everything looks different to me. And
like I said, I'm also extremely anxious for tonight with my true
boyfriend,Robby.That's on my mind big time. I want it to be just Robby and
me in a dark hideaway spot where we can rekindle our love and do sexy
things with each other. I'm expecting that he'll be pissed about what I
told him on the phone regarding Willie, but when Robby and me are together
it doesn't take us long to realize we're in love, and therefore little
mishaps like me messing up a little in Key West aren't really that
important. I slipped up by going overboard with Willie, but that's all. And
oh yeah, the innocent buddy sex I just had with Dodger isn't anything
either, and Pedro was more like doing a favor for him than anything else;
not even worth mentioning. Even so, I am a little nervous about how Robby
will feel, and what he'll do about Willie and me. But wait a minute; I'm
forgetting Ryan Wilcox and Dean Bender. What's that toad, Ryan, been up to
with my boyfriend? And, did anything happen between that baseball player,
Dean whats-his-name, and Robby? Robby texting Ryan all during his spring
break at the Grand Canyon is what puzzles me most. What's that all about?
Robby's got some explaining to do himself. I just can't stand the thought
of that goof Ryan being with my Robby, even if Ryan is a little bit
cute. And Robby says Dean was always complimenting Robby's good looks; plus
he's a touchy/feely guy? Come on, that dude probably was faking phone calls
to his so-called girlfriend, setting Robby up for something. Yeah, but
what?
Well, I said I need to get showered for my reunion with Robby, but here I
am still running things over in my mind. And jeez, Dodger was good today,
whoa! He's really something; he fucked me good! Damn, I needed that hot
buddy sex with Dodger to get me back on level ground. After all the fucking
Willie was laying on my ass, I wasn't ready to stop cold-turkey. And then
Willie gets sick and we go more than twenty-four hours with nothing. Man,
that left me horny as hell! Now, because of Dodger, I can be cool and not
throw myself at Robby; be my old self. Robby knows me so well he'd have
picked upon my randiness and want to know why. I mean, he and I get horny,
but I was way out on a limb with horniness this time, which is why I gave
in to Dodger so easily. My condition was obviously caused by all the
fucking Willie did on my pussy in Key West. Yeah it was a friggin' hot time
in good old Key West, all right! But, like I said, getting nothing at all
in the way of sex since Willie got sick, that just doesn't compute in my
dick's brain; and it was closer to a day and a half since the last time I
had sex, not twenty-four hours. Before that innocent buddy sexwith Dodger I
was really hurting. Christ, it's addictive, all that sex. My sex drive got
used to the frequent activity, then bam, nothing at all until Dodger. No
wonder I gave in to his pleading. No wonder I was so horny, fer sure. Too
much of a good thing can turn into a negative apparently; I'm gonna
remember that. Moderation, everything in moderation; that's the
ticket. Maybe my high sexual appetite is a result of all those years in
puberty when I had no sex at all because I hadn't realized my true nature
yet. Understandable, to say the least. I'm pretty sure I've just about
caught upfor those barren years by now though. So here's the thing, my new
motto from here on out is, 'Everything in moderation', except where Robby's
concerned. I wasn't born yesterday, I can figure that moderation thingie
out for myself. And okay, the Key West adventure wasn't me at my best, I
got too wrapped-up in that submissive role, and Willie got too wrapped-up
in his role too; so it was both our faults that we went a little over the
top. I'll point this out to Willie on our next date, although when he's
feeling better he'll probably come to the same conclusion on his own. He's
not stupid, he surely recognizes that some of his dominant behavior
bordered on the ludicrous. It was fun at the time though; embarrassing to
look back on maybe, but fun when we were doing it. It's good to be back in
the real world though, and I'm sure Willie will feel the same. We were in
that make-believe Key West world, going crazy, for a few days
there. Willie's probably embarrassed about some of the things he said; for
instance, telling me I need to be his 'good boy'. Oh man, he'll probably
blush with embarrassment just thinking back on that. I'm fully expecting
that's the first thing he'll say when he calls me; that he's sorry he
overplayed the dominant thing. I'm ready to put it all behind me now, no
sense rubbing it in Willie's face. I'll just say to him, "Forget about it,
Willie... that was playtime, that's all." That's all well and good, but now
I need to get off my ass and get cleaned upfor Robby. I'm getting more and
more excited about seeing him, but like I said, I'm a tiny bit nervous
too. And, I've decided I'm not going to mention Ryan Wilcox or Dean Bender
to him. I'll let him off the hook on that; for now anyway. So maybe he
strayed a little, I did too, but we're back together and that's all that
matters.
In the shower I scrub Key West, Dodger, and Willie off my body. Really
washing hard and then shampooing what's left of my hair two times. Squeaky
clean in the shower I check my pubes to see if I need to shave them, but
it's still smooth down there from when Willie last shaved me. I probably
should clip my fingernails and toenails. What a pain in the ass that is,
but I do it carefully, then file them smooth. I want to be as perfect as I
can for Robby. My love for him comes over me and encompasses my whole being
all of a sudden, and for the life of me I can't imagine how I let that love
for Robby slide out of prominence during the Key West trip. Life continues
to be a mystery to me, but I'm gaining experience every day. I'd still like
to amp-up my confidence level a little, but I'm better in that area than I
was,say,a year ago. Things take time, ya know. Now what should I wear? It's
late spring in New England, but the weather's still quite chilly,
especially at night. Yeah, but I don't want to dress like it's wintertime
either. Okay, these lightweight khaki pants will be good; they're kinda
dressy but I want to dress-up a little for Robby. First I put on boxer
shorts, then a pair of black socks; black socks are dressier than white
ones, fer sure. Gee, I'm getting more nervous with every minute. Now the
khakis. Looking through my closet trying to decide on a shirt, I settle on
my blue button-down collar Polo shirt, the one that I got for
Christmas. Damn, I hope I'm not too dressed-up. Well, I can't very well
wear sneakers with with this outfit. Hmmm, I'll wear my Docksiders; they're
really for the summer, but will do as a compromise between loafers and
sneakers. I go into my mom's bedroom to look at myself in the full length
mirror on the inside of her bedroom door. Damn, I look like I'm going to a
dance or something. Oh well, I'm dressing for Robby so I do want to look
special, but I'm still stupidly nervous. It's probably because I have this
humongous guilty conscious hanging over my head. Why didn't I use a little
willpower in Key West? I can't even use Ryan Wilcox to rationalize away my
behavior because Robby's only been back in town a day; what could they do
in a day that equals what I did in Key West? I suck!
Okay, that's water under the bridge or over the dam... whatever, I'll make
it up to Robby somehow. My earlobe has pretty much healed; the one I got
pierced in Key West. Hmmm, I better tell Robby a few white lies to avoid
making him feel bad. Keep Willie out of our conversation, for one
thing. I'll say it was my idea to get my other ear pierced, and that I
bought these new earrings myself and that they weren't expensive! Yeah, and
it was me being crazy and wild getting into that bet with Willie that led
to this haircut, which I kinda like,actually. It is different, very
distinct; shows that I'm not afraid to be unique. Gotta stick to that story
since I already told it to Robby. I can't tell him I'll never get it cut
like this again though, because it would hurt Willie's feelings. I probably
will get it cut like this once or twice more. Hmmm, that's a little bit of
a problem. No, that's where the little white lies comes in. I'll say I
really like it, which I do, kinda... and I'll promise to let Robby cut it
for me next time. Oh man, he'll fuck that up big time, but what can I do?
Wait, I just cut Dodger's hair like this so that'll sorta reinforce that
this is a cool hair style and that I'm not the only one who thinks
so. That's good, I'll go with that. It's only temporary anyway, and I'll
bet Robby even wants his hair cut like this too. So that problem's
solved. I better not wear the watch Willie bought for me though, it looks
kind of expensive. I'll rock that watch another time. Too bad too, it's
really cool. Also, I bought Robby that hat and presents are always a good
thing. Robby loves presents, so that should get his mind off my haircut and
extra earring. Also, I'll wear my Merrimack baseball cap so my haircut
isn't the first thing he notices. Of course, the hat doesn't go with my
outfit; I'm too dressy for a baseball cap. Oh screw it, I'll wear the hat
so as not to shock him right off the bat. Yeah, everything should go
smoothly. Then, even though it's a waste of time, I brush my hair just in
case it'll make it look a little longer. Gawd, it's short!
Walking into the living room, I pace the floor looking out the window every
couple of minutes. I'm hoping to see Robby's pickup pull up to the curb
down below. Not knowing what to do with myself I go to the refrigerator for
another Coke. I don't really want it, but it's something to do. After
drinking some of it I grab my cell phone and my cigarettes and go outside
for a smoke. Wish Robby would call. 'Hey, call him yourself, ya dummy,' I
tell myself, and then do that. Holding the cigarette between my teeth I hit
the automatic dial for his cell phone... the nervous feeling in my stomach
intensifies. Dammit, this nervousness is weird! Robby answers with, "Dylan!
I'm so glad you called; I was just about to call you. Here's the thing,
I've got baseball practice again tomorrow morning so it'd be stupid to come
all the way back home tonight and then drive all the way back here tomorrow
morning. So, with that in mind, I've invited Ryan to stay with me at our
apartment here in North Andover tonight. I'll pick you up tomorrow after
practice and we'll have the best reunion ever. It's only one more night,
right?" The heat of an humiliating blush burns my cheeks as I'm blinking
back tears. Tears? How the fuck old am I anyway?! But I can't swallow and
my vision's blurred. All I can say is, "What?" Robby laughs, then says,
"Now you know how I felt every day you spent with that rich kid. I'm lying
to you about staying in North Andover overnight; actually, I'm on my way
home at this very minute, without Ryan. He's staying at his dorm
tonight. I'll need a quick shower and then I'll be over to get my
boyfriend, and I can't wait to see your cute face! Let's say half an hour,
okay?" I'm still in shock, it's taking a minute for everything to sink
in. I again croak, "What?" and Robby laughs his boyish laugh. "Gotcha
there, didn't I?" Forcing a fake laugh, I go, "Not for a second, wise guy,
I was just playing along with you." Then a feeling of relief floods over
me, I swallow hard, still with wet eyes, as I say, "I love you so much,
Robby. Please hurry." He goes, "I'm going as fast as I can, and I did too
getcha". Ignoring that and concentrating on this incredible feeling of
relief, I get maudlin, saying, "If Chubby didn't have our car I'd be over
at your house waiting for you." He chuckles, and says, "Love you too,
Dylan. Be there in a little while and then we'll get reacquainted; I can't
wait!"
Closing my cell phone I take two deep breaths, shocked that my reaction to
Robby's tease was so intense. I don't think I ever felt like that
before. Such a scary thirty seconds there. Oh my God, I didn't know
jealousy and disappointment could be as overwhelming as I felt at that
moment. What a fuckin' eye opener that was! Makes me feel even worse about
all the messing around I did with Willie. How bad did that make Robby feel?
The love I feel for him at this moment tops any other time. I don't even
deserve a boyfriend as perfect as Robby. I'm so lucky he loves me. So what
if he messes around a little on the side; I know it's me he loves. And he's
right when he always says I don't love him as much as he loves me, but I'm
going to change all that! Lighting another cigarette I relive that terrible
moment when I thought he was serious about staying the night in our
apartment with Ryan. Then I laugh out loud recognizing what an enormous
joke Robby just played on me. I laugh with relief too because I totally
believed him at first. Oh man! Flicking my barely smoked cigarette off my
arm, then stepping on it while rubbing the ashes off my sleeve, I go inside
the condo to brush my teeth and gargle, still shaking my head at the way
Robby had me going there. It makes me smile that he's so clever, and still
the relief I feel is palpable. Robby sounded so good on the phone too; he
didn't sound pissed-off at me; he just seemed glad that we're going to be
together again after a week apart. Was it only a week? It seems much
longer.
I'm impatiently pacing for a half hour or so, then my cell rings and it's
Robby. "Where are you, Robby?" I ask. He says, "I'm on my way to your place
and just wanted to give you a heads-up in case that rich kid is with
you. Give ya time to get rid of him, ya know?" I go, "You fooled me a
little bit with that nonsense that you and that turd, Ryan, were spending
the night together, but I'm on to you now, dude. There's nobody here but
me, and I got a present for ya too." He excitedly goes, "Really, what is
it?" I tell him he'll need to wait until he gets here, "It's nothing big, I
just wanted to buy you something." Robby's like, "Ahhhh, that's so sweet! I
wish I'd gotten something for you." I say, "Maybe you can make upfor that
oversight later tonight." Robby says, "You can depend on that and actually
I do have something for you, it's a song. I told you about it already." We
click off then because I see his pickup coming around the corner. I don't
remember anything about a song. Oh never mind that, I'm still nervously
excited, and still self conscious about my haircut. 'Get your hat, Dylan,'
I tell myself, then go inside to get it. Peeking out the window I watch
Robby get out of the pickup and begin coming up the steps,tucking inhis
shirt. He's wearing sweat pants and a long-sleeve pullover t-shirt, and
sneakers. Boy, am I overdressed. Wearing my hat, I open the front door even
before he's up the steps. He looks up and smiles the kind of smile you hope
the boy you love smiles at you. It says, 'I'm so happy to see you!'I give
him one back, and then he's at the front door and our arms go around each
other; his mouth is on mine and then his tongue is in my mouth. We kiss
like this with me backing-up into the condo and Robby matching me step for
step. The perfect greeting, better than any words I can think of. It's only
been eight days since we last saw each other, but it really does seem much,
much longer.
After a minute of sucking on each other's mouth and tongue Robby slides his
lips onto my cheek and licks my face like a dog might do, muttering,
"You're delicious." He's doing it the same way he did it our last night
together; it might seem like an odd thing to do, but it's incredibly sexy
to me. His uniquely sexy aroma is in my nose, filling my head as he covers
my face with his saliva. Then he licks down my chin to my neck, and stops
abruptly, leaving me panting and fully boned-up. He's pissed, "Did that
rich prick give you this hickey, Dylan?" I gulp and do a fake cough, then
ask, "Hickey? What...?" He goes, "Yes, this hickey the size of a fuckin'
walnut!" I feel it with my finger like I didn't know it was there; I forgot
to put a bandaid on it. I'm mumbling, "Oh, that... um, I told him not too,
but he, aaah, saw the remains of the last one you gave me and, ah, he said
he could do better. I told him, um, to stop but, like you said, he's a rich
prick and he can't stand to hear the word 'No!'. Ya know, I was praying it
would go down, and....." Robby's shaking his head slowly, a grumpy
expression on his face. He goes, "Okay, okay. I promised myself to overlook
the past week you had with him. It's history now." I'm nodding my head,
agreeing that it's a good thing to forget. His grumpy expression changes
and then, although I know he's trying not to, a little grin breaks out on
his lips, as he says, "What do I expect? Hell, when you have a boyfriend as
cute and sexy as I have, every swinging gay dick in town is gonna try
hitting on him. I've got to keep you by my side at all times for safe
keeping, I guess." I mutter, "Sure, Robby. And, thanks for being so
understanding. I didn't like it one bit; all I did was pretend it was you
giving me the hickey." He goes, "Oh my God, you're such a liar! We'll, what
the fuck, I knew you where going to be with him, and I even said it's okay
with me if you take a trip down memory lane, but it still hurts me bad,
Dylan. I'm jealous, I admit it. You love me though, right?" I say, "What do
you think, Robby. I've been your boyfriend forever... yes, I love you with
all my heart. I was a bad boy last week, but I'm sorry and now I'm back to
where I want to be! That's with you!" He says, "I hope you mean that 'cause
I'm desperately in love with you and I don't know what I'd do without you."
I mumble, "Me too, Robby," and he says, "You're beautiful to me, you know,
" and I quietly say, "You too." Robby laughs a short laugh, saying, "Why
can't you say these things to me first so I get to be the one who just
repeat them back to you, the way you do to me. Why do I gotta do all the
work here?" I go, "I don't know," and we both laugh. Robby says, "You're
impossible to be mad at, you walk all over me and I tell you how much I
love you. Oh man, do I have it bad for you."
He's walking into the kitchen, "I need a cold drink, Dylan, is it okay if I
grab something from the refrigerator?" I say, "Of course," then I add,
"You're much more beautiful than I am, anyway." He opens the refrigerator
door, saying, "That's a good start, say some more stuff," as he takes a
Snapple off the shelf. I go, "Well, you give me a boner just looking at
you, and your body is awesome and I love to hold it tight against me. And
your natural personal scent is so exciting to me it's like an aphrodisiac;
I love it and crave it." He takes a long swallow of the Kiwi Strawberry
beverage, then says, "You're doing good, Dylan; what else?" I go, "Well,
your eyes are the sexiest shade of blue and the way you look at me with
them turns me on every time. I love the rosy blotches at your cheekbones
and your flawless complexion and that fuckin' cute nose of yours drives me
crazy; you're so cute it should be against the law. Us gay boys don't have
a chance around you, we can't resist you. You're a fantastic baseball
player too, and you're so sweet and nice and understanding... you're like
my idol and I get to have a boyfriend who's my idol too. And I wish I could
be more like you." Robby's staring at me now with a startled expression on
his face, his lips parted, as I babble on, "I never really knew what love
is until you showed me, and..." but tears are coming down my face as the
shame I feel for treating this wonderful boy so shabbily becomes like a
living thing. Being so unfaithful to him makes me feel cheap, and stupid
too. Stupid to think I'd fallen back in love with Willie when it's Robby I
truly love. I'm crying now and Robby, with a look of real concern on his
face, puts down the drink and comes over to hug me, mumbling, "It's
alright, why are you crying? What is it?" Rubbing my tear-streaked face
against his cheek and snuggling in his arms I stop crying and take a deep
breath, then another one. This embarrassing breakdown was the last thing
in the world I expected, but I feel like such a shit for doing those things
with Willie, and professing love for himtoo...oh God!Guilt is a powerful
thing.
This crying jag makes me feel like an asshole, in addition to everything
else about the guilt. I mutter, "Damn, I'm sorry for acting like this
Robby; I don't know what came over me. What a jerk I am." He goes, "Yeah,
you probably were a jerk last week, but I don't want to hear about
it. Other than that, I can confirm unequivocally that you are never a jerk
in my eyes, including now. Tonight is our night, and so are all the nights
in the foreseeable future, so let's work off that premise, okay?" I go,
"Sure, I'd love to. I love you and I'm sorry I was unfaithful a few days
last week." And it was only a few days now that I think about it; I'm not
lying about that. I mean as far as Willie goes; you can't count Pedro or
Dodger who I was more or less helping out as a friend. Robby says, "Well,
I'm glad it was only a few days, that does help ease my pain
some. Worthington probably was nagging you and you finally gave in for old
times sake and I can almost understand that, but no more crying and no more
talk about last week." How fuckin' awesome is that! I go, "Okay, except for
this," and I take off my Merrimack cap to show my haircut, saying, "I
didn't want you to be shocked, so I wore this hat." Robby rubs his hand on
my head, saying, "Yeah, you told me about it already. You lost a bet or
something. And anyway, at the house I saw Dodger's haircut; he said he got
it because you had one just like it, and he thinks it's cool." I hesitantly
ask, "Is it cool, Robby?" He says, "It's different, it's okay, but I think
I'll keep my current hair style which, by the way, you need to cut. I
haven't had a haircut in six weeks." I go, "Ya mean now?" He says, "No, not
now! We got better things to do than that," and he rubs my head again. Then
he steps back and takes in my outfit for the first time. "You're all
dressed up, Dylan? And you got your other ear pierced. What's up with
that?" I feel a little goofy being this dressed up; Robby and me rarely do
that. I ignore the pierced ear comment, and say, "I wanted to dress upfor
you," and I hold out my hand, "See, I even cut my fingernails too, and used
my mom's emery board to smooth them out." He laughs and hugs me, then we
kiss again before he grabs his drink and takes a swallow.Then, holding the
bottle towards me, he asks, "Ya want some?" I nod and take a big swig
making sure to slurp off any saliva from Robby's mouth that's on the
opening. Boy, what a weird start to our reunion. I can't believe I cried
like that. Embarrassing!
Robby goes, "I like that look of two earrings and I'm going to copy you and
get my other ear pierced too. Are those gold earrings?" I go, "How could I
afford gold, Robby?" He lets that go, gets serious, and says, "I think
it's sweet that you dressed upfor me, it's corny but I love it. We're
going to be going at it hot and heavy in the pickup later on though, so why
don't you change into really casual stuff. I go, "I feel so goofy dressing
uplike this, but you make me crazy!" and I hug him, saying, "I'm so glad to
be with you again, Robby." He says, "You smell real good, Dylan. I love the
way you smell." I go, "You too," and he laughs, "Don't start that again; if
you start crying like last time you'll have me crying too." Robby comes in
the bedroom with me, where I take off my dressy clothes and hang them
up. With just my boxer shorts and black socks on, I rummage around in the
dresser for some sweat pants. Robby comes up behind me and hugs me, "Ooh,
you're body is so awesome," he says, as he rubs the palm of both hands from
my nipples to just below my belly button, then inside my underpants." "Oh,
so nice and smooth down here," he croons, "You shaved your pubes for me
too, didn't you?" I utter another little white lie, going, "Uh huh", as I
spot the pink panties in a pile of clothes I'd thrown on the floor when I
undressed for my shower. Robby cups my balls in one hand and fondles them
as my arm reaches back to go around his neck. "Robby," is all I can say. He
squeezes my balls as my dick firms up, then he strokes my cock into a hard
boner and my back arches away from him as I inhale his aroma and moan his
name again, "Robbieeeeeee." While doing that I reach over with my foot and
cover the panties with the other dirty clothes. He's kissing the side of my
forehead, his free hand tweaking my nipple until it's hard, sticking out
from my chest. Forgetting the panties now, I take a deep inhale of Robby as
he sucks on my earlobe, then uses his tongue to play with my earring; then
more strokes on my boner with his fist, holding it tightly. I gasp as he
lets go of my earlobe and puts his tongue in my ear to fill it with his
spit, precum drools from my cock and slides down his fist. "Oh Robby,
oooh," comes from my throat as he continues tonguing my ear and stroking my
cock, producing more precum. My balls churn and my cock throbs as I squirm
in his grasp. Shivers and trembling in my groin as my body gets ready to
fire sperm from my nuts... and then he's had enough for now, leaving me
gasping and I grab my cock to finish off what Robby started, but I stop
when he says, "No, Dylan... come on, I want to fuck your cum out of your
balls. You can jerk off when you're by yourself." He says it pleadingly,
which warms my heart. Willie would have smacked my hand yelling, "NO!" like
a command. Robby's better than that, so I reluctantly let go of my boner
and take deep breaths, controlling my need to cum. It only takes a minute,
while Robby's quietly saying, "Your nearly naked body is so sexy to me I
want to eat you up," then he kisses the top of my head.
Taking another deep breath, I say, "You can turn me on like nobody else,
Robby. God, I've missed you so." We both chuckle when we say together, "And
it's only been eight days too." Funny how we both had the same thought at
the same time. Robby adds, "Imagine if we were separated for a whole summer
or something." I go, "No, I can't imagine that; I don't want to ever
imagine that." Robby's standing upnow and I go back to picking out
something to wear. I settle on pretty much what Robby has on,sweat pants,
but instead of his tee I grab a hoodie, then sneakers. Ahh yeah, much more
comfortable. "Where's the present you got me?," Robby wants to know. I go,
"Oh yeah, it's not much, but here ya go," and from the top of the night
table I grab the baseball style cap with "KEY WEST" on the crown; dark blue
hat with white embroidered letters. He frowns and I realize
immediately... what a stupid present; Robby doesn't want to remember Key
West, he wants to forget it. What the fuck was I thinking?! I'm babbling
again, "Oh my God, I'm so dumb, Robby. I'm really sorry; I just now realize
what an ass I am for getting you a memento of Key West. Damn, I'm such a
jerk!" He goes, "No, no... I like it because you gave it to me, and it'll
make me think of you when I wear it. Thank you." I mutter, "I should have
gotten you something else, I'm sorry." He puts the hat on and kisses
me. "No, I love it," he says without a lot of enthusiasm, and why should he
be enthusiastic about such a dumb gift. Looking for some pity, I mutter, "I
haven't done anything right since our last night together." Instead of
being consoling, he says, "Well, that's probably true!" I look up
questioningly, with a frown, and he laughs, "I'm kidding. Seriously, I like
the fuckin' hat!" and somehow I know that's the way we'll always refer to
it, 'the fuckin' hat', and I laugh too, then say, "That fuckin' hat cost
twenty-five dollars." Robby goes, "And the fuckin' thing is worth every
penny. I'll treasure it always." I mumble, "That fuckin' hat sucks!" Robby
goes, "This fuckin' hat does not suck!"
Putting on my Merrimack baseball cap again, I ask, "We ready to go?" and
Robby says, "Ready, able, and anxious," and off we go. I lock the door
behind me, then without thinking put my hand out for Robby to hold, the way
Willie trained me to do for him. Robby looks at my hand, then at me,
asking, "What?" Realizing my mistake I blush, and with a phony chuckle,
mumble, "Haha, I was just showing you how I clipped my fingernails for
you," then add, "Showing you again, I mean." He shakes his head, saying,
"Unless you put nail polish on them, I'm good with your fingernails clipped
or not." I mumble, "Guess I'm a little nervous, Robby. You know, I've
missed you and I'm going a little overboard to prove it to you." He pats my
shoulder, "That's sweet, Dylan... I missed you like mad too." We finish
walking down the steps without holding hands, but I gotta admit I wish I
could hold Robby's hand. I'd love to be in Key West with Robby, it'd be
awesome holding hands walking down Duval Street together. That thought
causes a shiver to run around my balls... me and Robby in Key West, wow!
We'll probably never have enough money for that, but we'll make do just
fine without it. Robby's been so great about everything, my heart swells
with love for him and I reach over to squeeze the back of his neck
affectionately, and get a really nice smile for my trouble. What a
wonderful feeling to be with Robby again.
"Lets share a cigarette, Dylan," so we lean against his pickup and do
that. I like when he lips the filter accidentally and then it's my turn to
put it between my lips. I exaggerate a lipping and hand it back to
him. Robby laughs and fills the filter with his spit before passing the
butt back to me and we do this until the cigarette is done, giggling like
nine year olds. Finally Robby flicks the cigarette butt high in the air so
that it lands in the gutter, as he says, "I know a better way to swap
spit." I go, "Ya don't say. What would that be?" He says, "I'll show you a
little later," as he's getting into the pickup. I run around to the other
side and get in the shotgun seat. "Ya wanna show me now?" He looks around,
verifying no one's in sight, and then pulls my head over with a hand on the
back of my head and buries his tongue in my mouth for an awesome French
kiss. After a minute or so he scrapes a lot of spit off his tongue with his
upper teeth, depositing half a mouthful of saliva onto my tongue. "Like
that," he says. Half the spit is probably mine as I swallow it all, then
say, "Yeah, that is a better way," and off we go with me twirling my tongue
around in my mouth trying to savor the taste of Robby's saliva... sexy boy,
that Robby! He chats about the meeting he had with his baseball team this
afternoon; they elected captains. He's a freshman so he didn't get elected,
but I bet he does next year. On the baseball diamond Robby's a leader, full
of confidence and skillful ability. I feel so proud to be his
boyfriend. Staring at him as he talks, my heart is full of love for
him... true love for this boy, not justhis sexy ways, but that too. He's a
terrific package... the real deal.
We drive to the outdoor shopping mall, where we've been many
times. TheLoew'smovie theater at the Loop has eighteen screens, so there's
always lots of cars in that area, but it's not where Robby drives us. He
drives around to the back of the strip mall where a lot of large trucks,
tractor trailers actually, are parked. We don't know why they're always
parked here; maybe for deliveries to all the stores the next morning. The
drivers occasionally sleep in them so there's a small chance we'll be
observed; it's happened only once though. And we're not breaking any laws,
we're of-age teenagers having sex together. I guess some tight-ass could
claim we're doing public indecent exposure or something like that, and that
would be a tad embarrassing, but Robby and I need some place to screw and
we're not about to drive to our apartment in North Andover. Anyway, this is
where we went before we had an apartment, so it's "our special place";
romantic, ya know? Robby cruises among the trailers until he feel we're
significantly hidden, then turns off the lights and looks at me, saying,
"I'm excited, how 'bout you?" I go, "Very! You're the boss, tell me what to
do." He throws his hat behind the seat, so I do the same. Then he stares at
me until I ask, "What?" and he goes, "Do you have any idea how cute you
are?" Smiling, I say, "No, tell me." He scoots towards me on the bench seat
to get away from the steering wheel, and says, "No. I'm going to sing a
song to you instead. I heard it on the radio at the Grand Canyon and
Googled to find the words. I've practiced it for hours during the last
couple of days I was there. It's a country song, but that's mostly all you
hear in Arizona. He's been chewing gum, so he takes it out and puts it in a
little litter bag, then clears his throat, and says, "It's a song by Dwight
Yoakam from his "If There Was a Way" album. It's called "Heart That You
Own". Then he takes a big breath, and says "Okay, here goes," and he puts
his hand at the back of my neck rubbing his fingers in the short hairs
there, and sings,
"I pay rent on a run-down place
There ain't no view but there's lots of space
In my heart,
The heart that you own"
His voice is very pure and I can almost hear a country guitar or piano
accompanying him. He uses the slightly country music twang you hear in some
country songs, and obviously this Dwight guy sings that way.
"I pay the rent
Pay it right on time,
I pay you every single dime
For my heart,
The heart that you own"
Our eyes are locked together and the sincerity in his eyes makes me tear
upagain. He's drawing out the word "own" and a few of the others, plus he
puts his free hand over his heart as he sings that phrase "For my
heart... The heart that you own". It would be corny except for the
sincerity that's emanating from Robby. I glance down to his bow-shaped lips
as they move with the words, I'm totally captivated by his message.
"Used to be I could love here for free
Way back before you owned the property,
Now I pay daily on what once was mine,
Lord I probably owe you
for the tears that I cry
'Cause I pay rent on a run-down place
There ain't no view but there's lot of space
In my heart,
The heart that you own"
He pulls me to him now and hugs me as he continues singing, and I'm a
little disappointed because I loved watching him sing to me.
"I struggle each night to find a new way
To pay what I owe, just so I can stay
I ain't overdue
So you can't throw me out,
I loved here for years
Don't know where I'd go now
'Cause I pay the rent on a run down place,
There ain't no view but there's lots of space
In my heart,
The heart that you own"
He repeats some of the verses, his voice breaking upoccasionally with
emotion, near the end. Both arms around me now, rocking us from side to
side slightly, he ends his song by kissing the side of my face, then says,
"You own my heart, Dylan and there ain't nothing I can do about it. And
there ain't nothing I want to do about it either 'cause I love you more
every day, and it doesn't matter what you get yourself into, the love in my
heart for you grows and grows." Tears roll down my face as I struggle not
to cry again. What a beautiful sentiment. Yes, it's country corny, but I
love it so! Then I feel Robby'stears and realize that's why he pulled me
against him; so I wouldn't see his tears as he sang his song to me. I try
to speak, but I have that crying sound in my voice, so I stop and take a
couple of deep breaths, then say, "That was beautiful, Robby. I loved
it. Thank you so much. You have a wonderful singing voice too, but I
already knew that." And he does, it's very boyish sounding, but he nailed
every note in the song with the same twang the Dwight guy sang in, I'm
sure. He backs away rubbing the tears off his face with the palm of his
hand, them wipes mine away too, and says, "So, that's the present I brought
back for you. When I heard the song I thought to myself that it describes
perfectly the way I feel about you. You own my heart and you always
will. More tears fall from my eyes as I stare at his incredibly cute face,
knowing I don't deserve him, but I'm going to keep him anyhow, because he
owns my heart too. "I could sing that same song to you, Robby... if I could
sing as good as you, that is. It applies to me too 'cause you own my heart
too." He says, "We'll keep working on that and someday I will own it, but
for now I just share it." I go, "That's not true! My heart belongs to you."
He smiles and says, "At this moment it does, I know that. It's just that
you tend to forget you gave it to me sometimes, don't ya?" I say, "NO! I
don't, and when I do, I remember pretty damn quickly afterward!" That makes
Robby laugh, "You don't even realize what you just said, but I can't stop
loving you, I just can't."
Oh my God, I'll remember this forever. I snuggle with him thinking this is
where I belong; in his arms. After a minute or two, he says, "That's the
end of the concert, now for the feature presentation," and our tear stained
faces come together for a lovers'kiss and now my heart is truly full, and
the difference between Willie and Robby becomes striking. My heart feels
like it's glowing with Robby's. He's in my head, and at the moment there's
nothing else I even give a thought about, just Robby. The kiss lasts a full
two minutes, then he quietly says, "Let's get undressed now," and that's
what we awkwardly do, bumping our elbows together and getting in each
other's way in the cramped quarters of the pickup's cab. We throw our
clothes behind the seat, the pickup's heater warming the cab
nicely. Anticipation is high as my cock gets fairly hard on it's own,
waving hello to Robby. Both our faces are flush, our lips parted as we pant
with desire. No sex I've ever had in the past matters to me now, just
this. With only a glance into my eyes, Robby leans over sideways on the
seat and goes down on my dick sucking and lightly scraping his teeth on it
until there's no way it can get any harder. I moan with the sensations down
below, running my fingers through his hair. Precum appears after two or
three minutes and my balls get hard and tight in their sac. Robby's scent
is prevalent to me in the cab of the pickup; perhaps my scent is in Robby's
head as well. He lifts up his face to say, "You do me first," and my eyes
get wide as I eagerly nod in agreement. He rustles around getting on his
knees and forearms, his ass in my direction. I get on my knees and shimmy
to him, grabbing his hips. My cock vibrates and amazingly it does get
harder, pointing away from me now so I take a hand off his hip and move it
to his anus. Robby's spit drips off my cock as I gently push the head
halfway into his ass lips and grit my teeth, then moan, "Ohh, gawd oooh,"
only now remembering how good it feels having my cock inside Robby's ass.
A few seconds passes as Robby's anus gets used to being spread from the
outside, then I push my boner's head all the way in and it feels so good I
can't help but push it in another two inches. Robby grunts as I hold him in
place with the grip on his hips, then I push in most of the rest of my
boner. Robby's head drops and another groan slips out of him. I'm breathing
hard as the sensations on my dick begin spreading to my balls and all
around my groin area, then to my lower belly. I ask, "Okay, Robby?" He
grunts, "It's really tight, but getting better by the second." I lean
against him and get a half inch deeper leaning on his back now, my arms
around his chest. My face is almost to the top of his head as he lifts it,
saying, "Feeling really good now, Dylan, Ohhh, yeah." I can't believe it,
but my cock is getting even a tiny bit harder, it feels like it's growing
longer too, but that's probably an illusion. I'm pretty sure it can't get
any longer. Moving my hips back I pull out a few inches and slide back in
him until my shaved crotch is tight against his buttocks again. "Ooouuu,"
Robby moans, and I do a number of humps almost out of his ass and then
driving back in with force, slapping against his ass with my crotch, making
smacking sounds. Robby's straining his head back and begins pushing back
into my thrusts. I fuck him for two straight minutes, "Smack, smack,
smack," sounds reverberate in the cab and then twenty more quicker thrusts,
and Robby's moaning, "Ahhh yeah, fuck me, Dylan. Fuck my ass. Ooohhh, it's
so good." I'm gulping for breath, this takes a lot of energy. My balls are
at the top of their sac now, up near the root of my boner's shaft, hard
with sperm, getting ready to blow. I've only been in him four or five
minutes; I gotta go longer then that. Slowing down, I do steady thrusts,
but I still feel right on the brink of blowing my load. Robby groans, "Fuck
me faster, Dylan, hard and fast. This feels so wonderful having you inside
me. I want to be filled upwith your spunk." I gasp, "I'm gonna cum any
second, Robby. This feels awesome!"
Not wanting to disappoint Robby, I go back to fast, hard thrust and the
slapping sounds fill the cab again as Robby slides inch by inch to the
steering wheel side of the seat, each hard fuck up his ass moves him closer
to the driver's door. In less than a minute I scrunch my face as the best
feeling in the world comes all over my groin. I cry out, "I'm cummin'!" and
slam into him, pressing hard against his ass cheeks, and pump my creamy
juice into his rectum. The head of my cock buzzes and I feel dizzy with
pleasure, my eyes squeeze closed, my jaw's tightly together as another long
stream of cum sharply pierces Robby's bowels, then I squeeze all the
muscles in my body forcing out more cum in short awesome little spurts. I
fuck him wildly after that, my spunk dripping from his asshole and
splattering against my crotch and his ass. "Splash, splash, splash!" and
then Robby squeals out a long, strange sound, his hips thrusting forward as
I hear his stream of cum hit the seat with a loud, "Splat!". My arms around
his body feel his muscles tighten with each thrust of his hips as he
empties his balls. Robby produces prodigious amounts of spunk from his big
nuts, so he forces out quite a number of squirts, squealing in pleasure
near the end. "Oh my God", he moan, "Oooh, yeah. Whew... awesome, just
perfect, Dylan. That was great, simply great." I'm still shuddering from my
own climax, but Robby's words make me feel good, so proud he liked the way
I fucked him. My heads laying on the back of his neck; we're both a little
sweaty because of the fuck, but the cab of the truck is hot as hell
too... the windows are steamed up. My cock feels so good I fuck Robby's ass
lazily for another three minutes slushing back and forth in my cum. "Oooh,
that feels good, "Dylan... sooo good." Finally my boner's going down and I
pull out to stroke it a few times, then drop my legs over the front of the
seat and lean back. What a nice feeling the aftermath of a fuck is. So
great. Of course it never lasts long enough. I've always cum quicker than
I'd like, quicker than most guys it seems. Oh well, I can't believe anyone
enjoys it more than I do.
Robby's got a handful of Kleenex wiping his ass, and then he sits next to
me with a few Kleenex under him, and wipes at his spunk on the seat beside
him. He says, "Did that feel good for you too, Dylan?" I go, "That's an
understatement... a big understatement; it felt fantastic. It is so nice to
do you; it's been awhile." He says, "I've been yearning for it. I won't let
Dodger do me because I'm the older brother and it don't seem right, ya
know?" I'm thinking about the times Dodger's fucked me; I never worried
about who was older or younger, but I say, "Yeah, I see what you mean." He
rambles on, "I love Dodger, but more like a brother than anything
else. You, I love like a lover loves someone. I worry about myself
sometimes because all I think about is you; it's an obsession, or something
like that. And I've been in love with you since before I even met you, so
that's where the word 'obsession' comes in." I go, "Damn, that's so
flattering, Robby," and I take hold of his hand. We can hold hands
here. Robby, whispers, "I like doing this with you, it's intimate, don'cha
think?" He tilts his head to our hand holding so I know what he's referring
to, but I knew even without the head tilt. I go, "Me too, it's very
intimate; I feel very intimate all the time I'm with you. And I love you
just as much as you love me." He goes, "HA! That's a good one!" I say, "I
didn't love you before I knew you, but I had a crush on you before I met
you. Why'd ya think I asked you to write for the school paper? It was the
only way I could think of to talk to you; you're kinda shy." He says, "So
are you."
That got us talking about our last year in high school; it's fun to hold
hands while reminiscing and basically enhancing our high school memories,
making the funny times funnier and the sexy times we had together
sexier. We look into each other's eyes as we talk; I love looking at
him. Some of the things we talk about involve Chubby and in the middle of a
memory I'm describing, Robby interrupts me to ask, "Did I ever tell you
that when I look at you sometimes, I see something that reminds me of
Chubby?" I go, "No, you never did, but that's probably because Chubby and I
are really close, we grew up together; and I mean, we grew-up together from
the day we were born. We were born only days apart and we shared the same
bassinet, then the same crib... close like that. We were bathed together
and everything, so I probably have some of the same mannerisms he has."
Robby goes, "Maybe, but I mean there's some parts of your face that are
like Chubby's face." I go, "Well, I'll take that as a compliment, thank
you!" He goes, "Chubby's nice looking, cute even, but he can't compare to
you. Seriously!" I go, "I take exception to that 'cause Chubby's cuter than
me, but thank you again." He goes, "No, he's not," I say, "Well thanks, but
I can't say I've ever noticed any way that we look alike, although we have
very similar bodies,although he's shorter obviously and that's because his
mom's short I guess, but other than being shorter our bodies are very
similar." I chuckle then, and add, "Well, not our dicks, that's the other
exception. Chubby has a dick like your's, Robby... not that there's
anything wrong with either of your dicks. I love them, especially yours."
He says, "Yeah, this stubby dick used to bother me, especially in the
showers after baseball games, but I've heard all the wisecracks from the
guys by now. And, I once saw a kid with a smaller one, plus there are kids
with dicks not much bigger than mine too."
We talk about boy's dicks we've seen for a while, and we both end up
massaging our own, laughing at each other for doing the groping. Then I
say, "Lets talk about you and me, and forget about other boy's dicks. Hey!
Sing that song to me again." Robby says, "Really? You really liked it?" I
go, "Dude, I loved it. I'll never forget it, never!" Robby looks very
pleased, and he should be pleased because I'm dead serious; I loved that he
sang that song to me. He puts his arm around my neck, clears his throat and
sings the whole song again, this time emphasizing the twang even more than
the first time. Geez, he's so cute doing that. Sure, I cry again, not boo
hoo, just tears rolling down my cheeks; he's so over-the-top sincere with
every word. Him singing to me strikes me as being not only uber sincere,
but sweetly naive somehow too, and innocent. So fuckin' sweet. By the time
he's singing the last verse of, "I pay the rent on a run-down place, there
ain't no view but there's lots of space, in my heart, the heart that you
own," Robby's eyes are tearing upagain too, but not as bad as mine, and I
sing along with him, directing my words back at him. It's a song of deep
devotion and love which gets me kinda emotional. Finishing the song, Robby
pulls my face to his and holds it there, muttering, "I love you so much..."
My arms go around him and we nearly hug the breath out of each other.
We collect ourselves and decide to have a smoke. It's too chilly to be
standing outside naked so Robby puts the windows down and cranks-up the
heater, saying, "Blow the smoke out the window, okay? I never smoke in my
pickup." I mumble, "Sure thing, Robby." Dodger thinks nothing about smoking
in his pickup, which is actually a hand-me-down from Robby. The cigarette
mellows us out as we talk about the upcoming summer vacation. Robby wants
me working with him on the landscaping job again; he'll be my boss, but I
don't foresee that being a problem. Now that that madman, Joel, is out of
the picture, I can work this summer cutting lawns instead of working at
Stop and Shop; I'll make more money cutting grass and it's good to be
outdoors in the summer. "How 'bout Chubby, can you get him a job too?" I
ask. Robby'slike, "Sure, I'll be hiring my own crew this year. Dad says
it'll be a goodexperience for me." 'Oh man', I think to myself, 'I can just
see the look on the applicant's faces when they see this cute kid, who
looks about sixteen years old, grilling them with questions about work
ethics. Haha.' Well, most of the guys wanting this kind of summer work are
seasonal workers, mostly younger guys, so it should work outokay. We finish
our cigarettes and flick the butts out the window with Robby scrambling
around for mine because it bounces off the window frame and flies behind
the seat. He's giggling, saying, "God, I thought you finally learned how to
flick a friggin' cigarette butt, Dylan." He finds it, "Nothing got burned,"
he informs me. I feel like a clod, muttering, "Your arm hit my hand." He
goes, "Did not!"
The windows go up with Robby's squirming on the seat giggling again,
saying, "My ass feels funny; some of your cum is still up there, it's all
sticky and itchy." I ask, "Ya want me to stick my dick up there and scratch
your itch?" He says, "No, it's my turn to stick mine up your ass and leave
a little mess up there just for you. My nuts are filling up with spunk as
we speak." This makes us chuckle; it also makes my dick move on the
seat. "You can stick your finger up there and do a little scratching if you
want to... I'd appreciate that." I say, "Get your butt in my face and I'll
oblige you." Robby's like, "You'll oblige me? What kind of talk is that?" I
laugh and say, "I don't know where that came from? Ya got me." He's
mumbling, "You'll oblige me, oh brother," as he gets on his hands and knees
with his ass facing me. I get up on my knees behind him and spread his
cheeks. There's his rose bud hole, pink and hairless. Nice. My nose goes
into his butt crack and I tongue his hole licking quickly, which makes
Robby's body shudder, and he goes, "Yo! Go for it, Dylan." Rimming used to
repulse me as a kid, but now that I'm experienced with gay sex I like to do
it to certain boys, Robby being number one on that list. His anus lips are
soon quivering, getting looser with each lick of my tongue, then I get the
tip of my tongue inside and soon have half my tongue inside his asshole, or
at least it feels like half my tongue. Robby groans, "I got my boner back,
Dylan... this is hot!" There's definitely some of my cum on my tongue as my
jaw's begins aching, so I ask, "How's this feel?" and push my finger all
the way up his ass and wiggle it around. Robby's moving his ass, saying,
"Oh yeah, scratch my itch... hahaha." This is fun, goofy sex as opposed to
our first sex tonight which was pure lover's sex. My cock has firmed up too
'cause I love a cute boy's ass. Robby says, "Okay, Dylan, you got me in the
mood real good this time. Get on your stomach and I'll fuck you now; I know
you want it bad, don'cha?" I go, "How'd you guess?" and pull my finger out
of his ass. I can't resist smelling it and the universal odor of shit is
definitely present. I'm almost surprised that Robby's shit stinks,
actually.
I turn around and get on my stomach with Robby moving my feet out of his
way as he turns around and scoots on his knees between my legs. My knees
bend and my feet go up in the air, my toes are against the driver's side
window. My hand with the smelly finger is on the floor of the pickup's
carpet; I'm wiping it there, not really minding Robby's shitty smell, but
for hygienic reasons... haha. Good thing I used a finger on my left hand, I
don't want to forget and eat something that this finger comes in contact
with. I'm not that experienced. Robby spits on my hole and pushes in his
finger, just like his brother did hours ago. Oh boy, this is the third fuck
I've been a part of in eight hours; me getting fucked twice, and me doing
the fucking once. Gawd, my life rocks! This is just like old times in Key
West, and that's the first thought I've had of Key West since Robby and I
met at the front door of my condo. Robby's on his knees, asking, "Can ya
get your ass hunched-up off the seat?" I do that with anticipation building
and, like Dodger, Robby pushes in a second finger and I'm biting my lip;
not because it hurts, but because it feels so good to have part of Robby
inside me again. It's like we've been apart for months rather than eight
days. Then I feel the head of his four inch boner pressing at my anus, then
it pops inside and I go, "Yeaaah."
Robby lays down on me and the familiar feel of his fat-headed boner sends
shivers all over me. The shivers spread from the inside of my rectum all
around my pelvic region and then up my body to the short hairs on my head,
and down to my toes which curl on the window of the steamy cab. It's the
same feel as Dodger's cock, but much different at the same time because I
know it's Robby's. His body and scent feel so comfortable and natural after
all the sex we've had together the past few years. It's the most special
feeling and I tighten my ass muscles to feel more of it. My cock got hard
as a rock under me the second I felt Robby's boner go inside me and I can't
even articulate how wonderful it is, and can't imagine not feeling it on a
regular basis. I love to "bottom" and I love it best when it's Robby on
top. How I forgot that in such a short time in Key West, I can't
imagine. Maybe it was the weird mood I got into because of all that
happened on the trip, all the highs and lows, and of course Willie's
dominant posture once he got his legs under him again; that put me in a
strange frame of mind as well. Willie does that so much better than anyone
else, it freezes my brain. In short periods of time it's a powerful thing
to me, but I'd had enough after three days of it to last me awhile. And
that's true, even though I didn't know it at the time. It's an addiction,
like maybe people fall under with cocaine; my addiction is probably just as
dangerous.
Robby lays on me wiggling his body and this gets his boner gyrating
somewhat; my rectum contracts and relaxes on it's own as my shoulders
shudder once more. Awesome feeling, especially with Robby's body all over
me. His breath brushes the back of my head which makes me picture his lips
in my mind and I want to feel those lips on mine again. Then, supporting
himself with a hand on either side of me, he lifts his chest off my back,
gets up on his knees a little, and begins pounding my ass, his fat cock is
way hard and every sensitive area in my rectum gets activated. I'm
immediately shaking all over with pleasure, moaning his name and urging him
on. I love getting a good fucking although I wouldn't mind a bit of a
spanking first to get me revved-up. He goes about this fuck with fast
penetrations, not wildly, but more of a fast controlled fucking of my ass
that raises goosebumps on my arm.Just knowing it's my Robby doing the
fucking adds something special to my pleasure, something that's been
missing lately. I think of his song and my heart fills with love as my
balls churn away building-up their new supply of sperm; it's great to be
nineteen. This will be my third climax of the day, so it probably won't be
much of one, although I expect it'll feel like it is. When I feel my precum
underneath me, Robby pulls out, panting. He takes a big breath, his chest
heaving, and says. "Get on your back now, Dylan," and an extra tingle, like
an electric shock, flies around my pelvic area because this time he had
authority in his voice. Topping me put Robby in a more confident frame of
mind, that's the way it was before spring break too. I really like it.
Flipping over awkwardly in the tight quarters, I get on my back and Robby
scoots up to sit on my chest, surprising me. I feel cum that's still
dripping from his ass, my own cum, leaving a slippery trail up my belly and
chest where he shimmied up my body. It gives me goosebumps again. "Open
up," he commands, or at least I pretend it's a command. I open my mouth,
covering my teeth with my lips, but he doesn't put his hard cock in my
mouth. He slides his precum-slippery cock beyond my open mouth to smear
some precum and ass juices on my top lip, under my nose, staring into my
eyes. There's a look of something in his eyes, it's friendly, but with
satisfaction there too. A little revenge factor maybe? The head of his cock
has a slight smell of shit, my shit, but it's not a problem. He goes, "You
were a bad boy in Key West, weren't you?" I mutter, "Yeah, I was and I'm
sorry for it now, but it's you who I truly love." Leaving some yucky
dampness behind, he moves his cock and nods his head once, approving of my
response. He pulls his cock head back down my top lip, saying, "Open up
again," which I do in a sexy trance, one that's all of a sudden come over
me. It's one of those awesome trances that seems to heighten my sexual
pleasure and I revel in it; oh man, such an erotic feeling, hot and sexy as
hell! My eyes stay on Robby's as he slides his cock into my mouth, putting
pressure on it sliding it the length of my tongue, then he goes up on his
knees a little to push his boner's head into my throat. It leaves behind a
taste of my own shit on my tongue, a faint taste. Pressing his crotch to my
face gets the engorged head of his boner maybe an inch-and-a-half down my
throat... four inches of cock doesn't go further than four inches, although
right now I wish it did. I love it just as it is though, because it's
Robby's four inches.
He fucks my throat a few times with his eyes closed and his lips parted,
there's a thin sliver of saliva connecting his top and bottom teeth. Such
perfectly white teeth too. My cock quivers on my belly and seems to grow a
fraction of an inch, although that might just be in my mind. In either case
it feels fantastic. Robby pulls his cock out of my throat and mouth,
sliding it out on my tongue like he did going in, then sits on my chest
again and pats my cheek, asking, "Do you really love me, Dylan?" I nod my
head, mumbling, "I do," making me think we're getting married; you know,
'Do you take this man...'Another little nod of the head from Robby, and now
I'm deep into my trance-like state of mind. He squeezes my cheeks together
with his thumb and forefinger, saying, "You're so sexy cute; I can't think
of words to describe you." I'm just staring at his face with my mouth
slightly open, taking tiny quick breaths. He slides back down my chest to
my belly, smearing the cum trail he made shimmying up my torso. After
another few seconds of staring into my eyes, he reaches back and lifts up
on his knees; then picks my boner off my belly between his fingers, lines
it with his anus, and sits down on it. My boner slides up his ass six full
inches and I feel my balls get ready to explode, but he doesn't ride it,
just sits there fully impaled, with a little grin on his lips. "This feels
good," he says. I mistake it for a question and say, "Yes," as if he asked
me if it feels good. One or two word answers is all I can manage. This is
awesome.
After a minute of him just sitting on my boner, he begins stroking his cock
the way boys with short cocks do it, using just their thumb and their first
two fingers, instead of their fist. Then he rides my cock a few times
before lifting off completely, and I go, "Ah ooh." Back down between my
legs he goes, "Lift your legs, Dylan," he says in a sweet
boyfriend-voice. I wish he'd used a stern voice, but my trance continues as
I lift my legs. He slides off the seat to stand bent-over beside me and,
holding back my legs with one hand, he begins smacking my ass hard with the
other, "Smack! Smack! Smack!" he goes, and those slaps hurt. "You didn't
think I'd forget to spank you, did you, Dylan?" I go, "'Um, ah, I'm sorry
about messing around with, you know who; I already told you that, Robby."
He swings away, "Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" Then stops, his lips tight
together, he looks at me for a second before saying, "Don't bring that up,
Dylan, I don't want to hear about it." Robby does two more half-hearted
spanks, then says, "I don't want to do this anymore, your ass is cherry red
now anyway." Those smacks hurt! He add, "I mean I'm not going to do anymore
spanking now, but you've got some more coming." He smiles then, adding,
"Bad boy!" he drops my legs to come up and kiss me, his arms on both sides
of my face. "Sorry about that, but I'm so jealous of you being with anyone
else. It makes me crazy." I smile a little smile to match his own, but
don't say anything. There's love in his eyes again and I put my arms around
his neck and we stay cheek to cheek for a bit, and an odd thought comes to
mind. It's this: Robby almost killed Joel that time he tampered with crazy
Joel's ride-on mower. He did it after I told him how horribly Joel treated
me. Robby has a temper that he doesn't always show outwardly, but it's
there just the same. This random thought makes me ask, "You still mad at
me, Robby?" He goes, "No, not really, Dylan... I can't stay mad at you
'cause I love you too much." That's good.
Our faces are still cheek to cheek so his words go right into my ear. He
pulls away, saying, "Well, like the Patriots always say, do your job! And
my job is finishing this fuck, so get those legs back again." I do that
wondering if it's to be another spanking, but Robby gets on the seat on his
knees and scoots up to me; then, taking his cock in the same three fingers
he jerked off with and strokes it. I glance at my cock and see I still have
a boner, even after the spanking. This isn't really a lover's fuck like the
first one we had; it's more of a recreational fuck just for the fun and
enjoyment of our bodies. I like both kinds very much, but obviously the
lover's fucks are the better of the two. He's pulling on his cock, then
lines it up and slowly pushes it back in my ass as I bite my lip with
pleasure. Robby's holding my legs back with a grip on each of my ankles,
spreading them wide. He fucks me fast, almost as fast as Dodger's rabbit
fuck this afternoon; the brothers use each other's techniques in fucking,
and you'll hear no complaints from me about that. In three minutes my boner
is so hard itsprings up off my belly, pulsating and vibrating as the head
expands and the lips of my pee slit quiver. Then, with flashes of lighting
in my head, I shoot out three nice strings of spunk as I'm rocking on the
seat. The cum streams rise-up about five inches, then collect on my stomach
as my ass bouncing off the seat with Robby making a loud grunting sound
before filling my bowels with creamy teen cum. It's the second time today
my ass has been filled up with a Dickers boy's spunk. Awesome!
Robby humps my ass in his own slippery juice for a minute more before
letting go of my ankles and laying between my legs, on my chest. His cock
pulls out of me and I'm empty back there again, Robby's creamy cum drooling
from my ass. After a few seconds he mutters, "I'm exhausted... it's a nice
exhaustion though 'cause wow that was great." The electricity is still
swirling around my groin from my climax. Robby's and my hearts pound our
chests. My arms go around him to hug his body to mine and I feel happy,
really happy! It's kind of strange that this is the emotion that emerges
first and then I realize I'm happy because I'm with Robby, the loving
feeling swarms over me like a soft warm blanket and I kiss his
forehead. We're both a little sweaty because the cab of the pickup is hot;
hot both from our sex and from the heater that's pouring out hot air. For
the first time in a hour hour or so I take in our surroundings and see that
the windows are foggy, and I remember that outside the foggy windows are
trailers from the big rigs. The kind of big rigs I'dhate to drive along the
highway with. Haha, we could have been anywhere for all I knew during our
sex together, it's been perfect to be with the boy I want and the one I
need to be with.
Robby sits-up, then helps me up by pulling my legs around. "That was some
random stuff, huh?" he asks. I go, "It was awesome! You took me by surprise
with that spanking, although I gotta admit earlier I was wishing for a few
smacks on my ass. Didn't expect them to be so hard though." He puts his arm
across my shoulders and pulls me next to him, saying, "Don't be a big baby,
Dylan... you know you had that coming." I go, "I guess so," thinking about
Ryan Wilcox and that Dean kid again, but for reasons unknown, I don't bring
them up. We sit there naked, Robby's arm holding me against him as we chat
about our reunion and we both agree it went awesomely. What would we do
without that word 'awesome'? Then, what I was expecting from Robby
happened, he couldn't wait any longer, and asks, "Well, how'd I do? Did you
enjoy it? Was it like you remember?" as if we've been apart all summer and
therefore I'd have trouble remembering what it was like to be fucked by
Robby. He always wants compliments after fucking me, but who doesn't so I
pile it on pretty heavy telling him how no one could do it better. We kiss
a little, but we've pretty much taken care of the hots for each other for
the moment, although that's a very temporary condition. Getting dressed
we're acting goofy, saying we both faked the extent of our climaxes, trying
to outdo each other with lies. We both know we loved every second of it,
even the spanking in retrospect. Although on that score I think Robby
probably enjoyed it slightly more than I did. I'll get him back sometime
when I have a reason to.
On the way home we stop at Burger King for their dollar special
cheeseburgers and one of their fake chocolate milkshakes. Robby insistson
paying, saying, "To make-up for spanking you," which gets us both giggling
because an older couple behind us in line heard him say that and gasped
audibly. We dragged outthe Burger King experience,enjoying being with each
other. There was one boy in a group of boys at a table across from us who
keeps sneaking glances at us, and I'm thinking he's probably the secret gay
boy in that crew. All in all it's been just a perfect reunion and when we
kiss goodnight in the pickup outside my condo I'm feeling we're both right
back where we were before spring break. Which is a truly AWESOME situation
to be in!
As I watch Robby drive away, then start up the steps to the condo, I'm
thinking, 'Hey! Chubby's sleeping with me tonight; what an awesome day this
has been!' It's great being home!
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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