Date: Mon, 26 Oct 2015 12:39:47 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION Chapter  23

DYLAN'S  GEORGIA VACATION


Chapter  23


by  Donny Mumford



I'm at the  Hartsfield-Jackson Atlantic International Airport thirty miles
from Marietta.  That's quite a name for an airport, huh? Ryan drove me here
and stayed with me  awhile, then left fifteen minutes ago. He didn't want to
say 'Hi' to the boys  for some reason. Anyway, from where I'm sitting at
gate 23 I can see down the  tunnel that people will use walking from the plane
to the terminal. Robby and  Chubby will be among those passengers, as will
Spider Spencer. Spider is Danny  Monday's replacement on Robby's crew and
apparently Chubby and Spider have  become friends. That doesn't surprise me at
all because everyone becomes my  brother's friend. I can see the plane,
it's sitting there on the tarmac docked  to the tunnel, but so far there's only
a trickle of passengers coming up the  tunnel. A few slow moving couples
with young children, and behind them there's a  very large woman being pushed
in a wheelchair. Huh, that's the deal I guess. Eat  yourself into obesity
and you get to exit the plane not only first, but in  a wheelchair with
someone pushing your fat ass up the tunnel. Behind them come  the first class
passengers... wait a minute, that's Chubby pushing the wheelchair!  What the fuck?
Am I seeing things?


No, I'm not. Chubby spots  me and gives me his nonpareil smile, the one
that tells me how happy he is to  see me. He gives me that smile every time I
see him, but since I haven't seen  the smile for awhile now it appears even
more brilliant than usual. I get up and  take a couple of steps towards the
tunnel, my own smile compromised somewhat by  my confusion as to why Chubby's
pushing someone in a wheelchair. I mean, what  possible reason could there
be for that? Then he stops and says something to a  cute girl who's dressed
in a flight attendant's uniform. She laughs out loud at  whatever he said to
her. Chubby grins his cute grin, pats the big lady on her  shoulder and
jogs towards me. The flight attendant takes over pushing the  wheelchair, still
chuckling at whatever it was Chubby said to her. I watch him  coming
towards me, my heart pounding with excitement.


I've walked a couple of feet into the tunnel by now trying for  my
brightest smile with a little concern I might be smiling too hard. Whatever,
dropping my satchel Chubby chucks his backpack next to it and we're in each
other's arms hugging tightly. He bends backwards lifting me off my feet for two
seconds which knocks my hat off. Chubby's body has the most familiar feel to
me  of anyone's body in the world. He feels as wonderful as he always has.
I'm  leaning my head down rubbing my cheek against his, also enjoying the
most  familiar of all personal scents, grinning and hugging back with tears of
joy  running down my cheeks. I've never missed anyone this much in my life.
Even  though I thought I was achingly missing Chubby before, not until
seeing and  hugging him do I realize how deeply I've been missing him, and I'm
emotional  about it. "Dylan, you look awesome. My beautiful brother," and we
kiss each  other on the cheek and then the lips before another tight  hug.


Stepping back Chubby wipes my tears away with his fingers,  asks, "How are
you?" Now I'm wiping my eyes, still grinning, mumbling, "Okay,  I'm okay. I,
um, it's so nice to see you. How are you?" and he holds his arms  out
saying, "I'm as awesome as ever, especially now that I'm with you, bro." I  go,
"Nice tan," and he says, "You have some tan too. From golfing?" I shrug,
"Uh, a little I suppose, but mostly from baseball practice. Hey, why were you
pushing that wheelchair?" He goes, "Oh that. Um, Cindy, the flight attendant
who  was with me, she got this major crush on me during the flight so I as
ked her for  a favor. Robby, Spider, and me were in the back of the plane so
we'd be getting  off the plane last, which is total bull shit as I explained
to Cindy. Basically  I kinda conned her into letting me push that large
women's wheelchair so I could  get off with the first group and see you sooner.
Plus, Cindy's too small to be  pushing eight hundred pounds up the tunnel."
I'm like, "Did you get her phone  number?" He goes, "The woman in the
wheelchair's phone number?" I laugh, "Um,  no, the flight attendant's number,"
and he goes, "No, I didn't get it, but  Spider did."


Chubby looks so good I  reach over and rub his shaggy head and he goes, "I
see that dick Ryan's  maintaining your hung-ho marine look." I shrug, and
asks, "How are the moms?" He  goes, "Pining away for you. You've always been
their favorite, ya know." I  chuckle, "No, I didn't know that. It's so good
to see you, Chubby," and we hug  again with a few cheek kisses. People are
gawking at us as they pass by. The  flight attendant, Cindy, waves as she
passes, yelling over, "Hi, Jeff's brother.  You're both adorable." Letting go of
each other, I yell, "Thanks," and then  say to Chubby, "I love you, Chub.
I'm so happy to see you." He says, "I'm sure  glad to hear that! Maybe you
won't get mad at me for wearing all your clothes."  I go, "Wearing all my
clothes, why?" and he says, "All mine are dirty and since  we always do the wash
together I thought I'd wait for you to come  home." I go, "Oh! Um, of
course that makes perfect sense. By the way, remember  that green Polo golf shirt
of yours?" He nods, saying, "Yeah, I can't find it,"  and I go, "I gave it
to a friend of mine here in Georgia." He laughs, "Oh, okay.  At least now I
know where the fuck it is. Your friend has it, huh?" I nod,  "Yeah, he likes
it." Chubby laughs again, "Bro, I gotta take a piss so bad I'm  about to
pee my pants. I'll be right back." I pick up our stuff and we walk out  of the
tunnel, then I drop our stuff for another hug before Chubby jogs out into
the corridor looking for a rest room leaving me with a big grin on my face.
Separated for a month, but it's like I was with him only  yesterday.


Looking down the tunnel  again I see lots of people are coming steadily out
of the tunnel now.  Where's Robby? Chubby said they were in the back of the
plane and therefore last  out of the tunnel. Picking up my hat, I grab my
satchel and Chubby's backpack to  carry them to the seat while staring at
everyone as they come into view.  Huh, not even one cute young guy emerges, not
until I see Robby coming around  the bend entering the part of the tunnel I
can see. I get up, thinking, 'Wow,  Robby really stands out in a crowd.
He's so good looking he shines making  passengers near him appear dull.'
Robby's talking with a slim spindly guy who's  a little shorter than Robby with an
unruly head of light brown hair and a  beaming smile. His thin arms and
legs appear to be too long for his torso.  Obviously he's Spider Spencer, but I
can't stop looking at Robby. His blond hair  is longish and bleached
lighter by the sun from working outside, and his  blue eyes shine like there's a
spot light behind each one. Robby tans  handsomely and he looks bigger too,
like he's bulked up in his chest. We used to  be the same body size but he's
filled out more than me and in the process of  maturing he's lost some of
his boyish cute looks. Now he's more handsome than  cute. Yeah but he still
has cuteness in his face, especially when he grins like  he just did. I can't
get over how his blue eyes seem to sparkle and as he gets  closer, oh my
god, he has the beginnings of a pale mustache and some chin hairs  too. Be
still my heart!

I'm more excited than nervous. A little fidgety maybe as I  walk closer to
the tunnel with people passing by me in a steady stream, and then  Robby
sees me and smiles. He bumps Spider's shoulder and points at me so I do a
little wave. I'm smiling as hard as I can as Robby starts dodging people jogging
 towards me and I walk into the tunnel again. We meet six feet inside the
tunnel,  people bumping into me grumpily. Robby goes, "Dylan, lets go over
here," pulling  my arm. We lean against the wall and hug with my arms going
around the back of  his neck for a long kiss. Robby licks my lips grinning and
saying, "You taste as  delicious as I remember," then we do three or four
quick kisses with Spider  standing next to us making faces. The three of us
walk out of the tunnel and  into the terminal where Robby squeezes behind my
neck and turning me to face  Spider. He introduces us and Spider gives me an
awkward hug rubbing my head at  the end, saying, "Fucking cool hairdo,
dude!" Robby puts his arm across my  shoulders pointing near the seat I was in a
minute ago, "That looks like your  satchel, Dylan." I look over and see
it's still where I dropped it next to  Chubby's backpack. Ryan's Merrimack
baseball cap is there too.


Walking to it, I ask,  "How ya doing, Rob?" He grins, "I'm doing a lot
better now that I can see your  cute face in person." Spider asks, "Where's
Jeff?" We all look around and I spot  Chubby animatedly talking to a couple of
girls. He looks over at us and yells,  "Spider, come here!" Spider says,
"Looks like the hound dog's got us some tail  already." He has a slight southern
drawl but I'm used to that by now. He says,  "Awesome meeting you, Dylan.
You're brother's right about you too. You should be  a movie star, or maybe a
model for underwear, or something." I go, "Ha ha, okay,  thanks for the
suggestion." He laughs, "I fuck up everything. That was suppose  to be a
compliment." I nod, "Yeah, I know. Thanks." He goes, "I'll be right over  there,"
pointing towards Chubby. Robby grabs Spider's arm, telling him, "You  guys
need to meet us at the Avis rental desk on the floor below this one."  Spider
nods picking up his and Chubby's backpacks, mumbling, "Sure thing, Rob,"
and saunters over to Chubby and the girls. The way he's casually walking over
to  them I can tell he's trying for 'cool'. He seems like a nice guy. Robby
 chuckles, nodding his head at Spider's back, "He's hornier than your
brother." I  ask, "Is he a good guy?" and Robby says, "He's great on the job and
a really  good guy too, yeah. I got lucky hiring him."


We sit and now that we're  alone with a hundred strangers around us there's
kind of an awkward silence that  never bothered me with Robby before now.
Then, as just about everyone does,  Robby rubs my head, "I see Ryan's still
giving you these haircuts, huh?" I nod,  "I kinda like the haircut." He goes,
"You guys getting along okay?" I shrug,  "Sure. How are things at work?" He
says, "It's not really much fun without you,  plus Dad's frantic these days
trying to run our regular business and at the same  time getting things in
motion for our big project that starts in March. Most of  the expansion to
the complex is done, but there's the normal amount of screw-ups  and do
overs. It's kind of a mess right now." I'm like, "Gee, I'm sorry. Do you  still
go to all the meetings?" He shrugs, "Yeah, it's pretty much all work and  no
play for me this summer." I'm like, "That doesn't seem fair of your dad,"
and  Robby mumbles, "Um, I don't want to let him down so I don't say anything
negative, and in a way I'm flattered he includes me in everything." I hold
his  hand for a couple of seconds, murmuring, "You stood out in that crowd
coming up  the tunnel, Rob. Everyone else looked like trolls compared to
you." I lean  against him, "It was so wonderful when I saw your cutely handsome
face come into  view, I got tears in my eyes." He nods, murmuring, "Thanks.
I've had tears in my  eyes some nights too. From missing you, I mean."
That's sweet, but what  can I say, except a mumbled, "Sorry," and now his hand
covers mine, "Did you  really miss me?" Frowning, I go, "Of course I did,
Rob. Jeez, why would you even  asks me that?" He shrugs, "I don't know, I
thought you being with... oh, I don't  know what I mean."


There's a million things  to ask each other, but my mind's fucked-up so I'm
smelling the back of my hand  tapping my foot, not saying anything. After a
minute of silence, I ask, "How's  Danny?" Another shrug from Robby, "Don't
know. Haven't talked to him since he  quit. Spider's worked out really well
though, like I said, so..." I interrupt,  "Did you and Danny break-up?" He
goes, "There wasn't much left to break-up by  the time he quit. He felt
uncomfortable living with us and, um, I didn't have  any time for him I guess. Ha,
and anyway mom kept asking me how you're doing. A  not too subtle reminder
to me that Danny's not you." I ask, "Whaddaya mean?" and  he goes, "You and
me, Dylan. They were worried Danny would come between you and  me." I'm like,
"How'd they know you and Danny were, you know, um, involved?" He  looks at
me, "They're not stupid. They saw how Danny and I were acting around  each
other when he first moved in. For a short time everything was new and  seemed
like it'd be fun. It didn't turn out that way though. The third day Danny
was with us Dad came right out and asked me what our relationship was all
about." I go, "Jeez, awkward," and Robby goes, "They basically didn't take to
 Danny, lets leave it at that." I don't leave it at that though, asking,
"What'd  you say to your dad when he asked about your relationship with
Danny?" Robby  goes, "Do we really need to talk about Danny?" Frowning, I go, "No,
of course  not. I'm sorry." Robby rubs his face, "This summer hasn't been
any fun for me,  Dylan. Too much work and not enough you." I mumble, "I'm
sorry," and he says,  "Will you please stop saying your sorry every two
seconds," and I almost say it  again.


Silence for a few  seconds, then I put my arm around Robby, "I love you,
Rob," and we wrap our arms  around each other as I'm thinking, 'No fucking way
am I telling him about Ryan  and me!!' He kisses the side of my face,
mumbling, "I'm the one who's sorry,  babe. This is a happy occasion and I'm like
a dark cloud hanging over it." Not  liking the drift of our conversation, I
ask, "Should we see about the rental  car?" He nods and we get up. I put my
hat on, then grab Rob's backpack and my  satchel. Rob looks startled, so I
say, "I got these, boss," and he grins and  shrugs. We head for the elevator
as Robby, struggling for a safe topic of  conversation, asks, "How's your
golf game coming along?" and that's what we talk  about with minimum
references to Ryan as we go down in the elevator and find the  Avis booth. When we
get in line at the Avis rental car place we've run out of  things to talk
about golf, so he asks, "Have you gotten into a baseball game  yet?" I shake my
head, saying, "Nah, those hicks are prejudice against me  because I'm a
Yankee." He chuckles, "Yeah, that must be it." I feel bad because  Robby's not
even in one summer league back home and it's the first summer since  I've
known him that he isn't involved in a sports activity. He loves playing
baseball but he's working all the time and jeez, if I was at home instead of  here
I'd hardly ever see him anyway.


As we wait in line, he  smiles, asking, "Um, why are you staring at me?"
and I say, "Because you're so  good looking and you look bigger too, and now
you have a very pale mustache and  some chin whiskers." I reach over and feel
his chin hairs, "They're soft as your  hair." He grins, "I didn't have time
to shave," and I go, "It couldn't take more  than a few seconds," and we
both chuckle with Robby blushing slightly. "You  notice everything, don't ya?"
I say, "About you, yeah." It's our turn in line  and Robby quickly
discovers that while he can reserve a car to rent at Avis, he  can't actually rent
it because he's not twenty-one years old', and even if he were twenty-one
they add $27 a day to the normal daily rate for  underage renters. We get out
of line pissed-off at the officious asshole lady  who told us, "Move along,
boys. There are customers behind you."  Robby calls Spider telling him to get
his ass down here, and then, "Can you  believe they won't rent to anyone
unless they're at least twenty-one?" I go,  "It's fucked, Rob," although I
always thought you needed to be twenty-five, and  I've been wondering how he
was gonna pull this off. I don't mention that to  Robby though.


Chubby and Spider show up  laughing at something about the girls in the
terminal. Chubby's got this big  smile on his face hugging my shoulders, asking
us, "What's the problem, boys?"  Robby tells him as we all glance at the
long line that's just formed at the Avis  counter. Chubby shrugs, "Huh! Well,
no big deal, Spider's twenty-one," and he  marches over to the officious
lady behind the counter, then says to the person  who's about to get his rental
car, "Excuse me, I'm terribly sorry but our  transaction was interrupted.
It won't be more then a minute or two. I'm sure you  understand." The man
looks confused as he glances at his wife. Chubby's showing  a beaming smile at
the man and woman he butted in front of as he slides in front  of them. Now
he's at the counter leaning his elbows on it, saying to the couple  over his
shoulder, "That's very nice of you." Turning his attention to the  startled
Avis lady, another huge smile for her, saying, "How are you doing this
fine evening, um," looking at her name tag, "Doris, is it? Huh, that's my great
 grandmother's name. She's ninety-six years young as of last April fools
day and  still doing competitive roller skating out in Oklahoma. You know,
roller derby  stuff, that sort of thing. Have you ever done roller derby?."
Without waiting  for her to reply, he introduces Spider, saying, "This fellow
here is well past  the magical age of twenty-one. He turned twenty-one in May
of this year, so  that's like months ago." Spider pushes his drivers
license across the counter as  Chubby cheerfully says, "He'll be taking over the
reservation from my man  Dickers over there," pointing at Robby, adding,
"That handsome young man  reserved a red Mustang convertible if I'm not
mistaken. Or maybe it was blue,  and by the way that's an attractive broach you're
wearing." She looks at her  blouse where Chubby pointing, and says, "That's
an Avis 'We Try Harder' button. This is my work uniform." Chub goes,
"Attractive just the same, and  I like that concept of trying harder, so how about
that red or blue Mustang  convertible, Doris?" With some squabbling back and
forth, plus grumbling from  those in line, the Avis dummy starts typing on
her computer. The grumbling from  those behind Chubby in line gets noticeably
louder, not that Chubby pays any  attention to it. He gets the paperwork
and directions for where to pick-up the  car and we're on our way. The three
of us are giving Chubby's kudos and pats on  his back as we cross the street
to the parking garage where the rental cars are  located.

We find the car and with Spider driving he finds his way out  of the
parking lot, and then with some missed turns we finally get out of the  airport.
Robby and me are in the back with the top down as Spider turns onto the
highway. Our destination is a motel that no one seems to know how to get to.
Talking isn't realistic in the back seat of a top-down convertible on the
highway because of loud road noises, and Chubby's rocking the radio loud enough
 to eliminate any last hope of communication. We leave the airport at
eleven  fifteen and promptly get lost, but ten minutes later we see a  sign
advertising a convenience store that sells 'everything you forgot at  home' plus
beer. Spider exits the highway and drives directly to the convenience  store
where Chubby and Spider go in for a case of beer and directions to the
motel.


Robby and I silently watch them go, then Robby offers me a  Marlboro. I
light our cigarettes and for small talk I ask, "What do you  hear from Dodger?"
Robby shrugs, "He doesn't communicate much anymore. Him  and Connor are
doing great though, I know that much." I ask, "Are they like a  couple, as in
'boyfriends'?" Robby shakes his head, "No, but they're really  tight buds.
Connor says Dodger's the big brother he never had." Chuckling, I  say, "Big
brother who's two years younger than Connor." Robby grins, "Yeah, but  you
know Dodger, he's eighteen going on twenty-five at times, and then other  times
he's eighteen going on twelve." We both chuckle because we love Dodger and
enjoy just about everything about him. At times I've thought to  myself,
ironically, that Robby's brother Dodger would be the perfect life  partner for
me. Circumstances out of our control dictate so much about the roads  we
travel in life though, and of course I have my true love, Robby. No sense
wasting too much time on what might have been. Still, I do that occasionally
anyway, waste of time or not.


We talk a little about the country fair we're going  to tomorrow and then
flick our cigarette butts onto the parking lot as  Chubby and Spider come out
of the convenience store. Spider's carrying the case  of Bud cans and after
we all grab a beer, the case goes on the floor in back and  I use it as a
foot stool. The top goes up and the flip top's get popped and  we're off
again, drinking beers now with Chubby reading direction to the motel  that he
got from the convenience store clerk. Robby and I are buckled-up in the
backseat quietly asking each other unspecific questions about our summers. Robby
says, "Actually it's probably good you're with Ryan this summer, Dylan. I
mean  because it sounds like you're having a fun summer break, and your job
sounds  good too. Back home at work, like I mentioned, it's pretty hectic." I
shrug, "I  miss everyone though," and he asks, "How much do you make an
hour if you don't  mind me asking?" I go, "About the same as last summer."
Actually I'm taking home  about a hundred dollars more per week than I did last
summer, but I don't want  to mention that. Robby nods his head, "Yeah, but
you're in air conditioning all  day, not roasting in the sun or getting
drenched when it rains." I shrug, "I  still like the landscaping crew better and
I'm looking foreword to working  for you the entire month of August. That's
still on, right?" He says,  "Absolutely! Seth's going back to supply and
repair. He's always  asking about you, by the way." I go, "That's nice. Seth's
awesome!" Robby tells  me Seth  thinks he's in love with the guy he's been
going out with  since Christmas. Huh, that's great...


We get back on the  highway, but only for one exit, and then off the
highway and onto town  streets. Spider drives up next to a top-down convertible
with two girls in it.  Chubby's yelling funny stuff at them. They say they're
local town girls,  "And are you boys from?"  Chubby's into his usual BS rap
with the girls,  who I think look too young for him, saying we're from the
Midwest. These girls  are driving around town at midnight so maybe they're
not too young. Further  clarifying who we are Chubby tells the girls we're
Mormon boys from Utah,  plus other outlandish lies and finally tosses a couple
of cans of beer in their  car and the girls follow us to the motel. Chubby
and Spider check us in at the  motel leaving Robby and me with the girls.
They're sitting in their idling  convertible claiming to be eighteen years old,
but they still look awfully  young. They flirt with us asking if we're
brothers. Robby's talks nicely to the  chubby blond girl while I'm bull shitting
the other one telling her Spider's on  probation from a manslaughter
charge. Robby hears me and burst out laughing as  Chubby and Spider come out of
the motel rental office. Grinning, Chubby climbs  right into the backseat of
the girl's car and starts going through one of their  purses looking for ID.
He does it with his usual really funny constant line of  BS that has the
girls laughing. Chubby has a way about him that allows him do  shit nobody else
could. Spider's trying to convince the sluttier looking of the  two girls
that he'll beat the manslaughter rap because his father plays  golf with
Utah's governor. After two minutes of this craziness I say to  Robby, "I can't
take much more of this," and he gets our key from Spider. I go,  "Chub, we're
gonna check out our room. Catch up with you guys a little later.  We're in
room 108." He tells the pudgy girl, "That's my brother, Dylan. He's  done
male modeling and a few porn videos." She asks, "Are Mormons allowed to do
that?" as both girls look at me. Chubby yells, "Catch ya later, bro." I'm
shaking my head chuckling as we start looking for our room. Chubby's still in
the backseat of the girls' car and the last thing I see before turning  the
corner is his hand coming up with one of the girl's wallets. Robby was smart
 enough to grab a six pack of beer from our car, so he's carry that wearing
 Ryan's baseball cap. I have one strap of his backpack over my shoulder
carrying  that and my satchel to our room with Robby saying, "The shit your
brother can  get away with! It amazes me." I go, "Me too.".


This circa  1960's motel consists of fifteen rooms attached, one after the
other in a  line and a second floor of rooms above. It's showing it's age,
but our room  appears to have been recently renovated. Everything looks clean
and new and  there's that new carpet smell too. We drop our stuff on a
chair and Robby puts  the beers on the desk, saying, "Lay with me on the bed,
Dylan, I just want to  hold you." I go, "Okay, but not on the bedspread," and
Robby pulls it and the  blanket down to the foot of the bed, mumbling,
"Yeah, motel bedspreads have a  unsavory reputation." Then, "The sheets look new
and clean, babe." We kick off  our sneakers and flop on the bed getting our
arms around each other. I roll on  top of him, up on my elbows looking down
into his eyes, saying, "You have the  most beautiful eyes, Rob." He does a
little laugh, "Well thank you, but we both  have exactly the same blue eyes
and blond hair, although nobody sees much of  your hair." I go, "Are you
implying I just complimented my own eyes by saying  your's are beautiful?" Robby
grins, mumbling, "Yep, that what I'm  implying." Rubbing my fingers through
his hair, I ask,  "What kind of haircut do you want?" He goes, "I don't
care. You decide." I grin,  "Okay, I'll give you a haircut like mine," and he
says, "Anything except  that one. That's  Ryan's idea of a haircut, not
mine." Leaning my head down I give him a kiss on  the lips, then say, "Okay,
it'll be a flat top like we both used to have when we  first fell in love."
Robby shrugs, "If you want," and I say,  "Yeah, and I'm going to take a picture
of you afterwards and look at it all the  time." Robby murmurs, "I love
you," and I tear-up again, saying, "I love you  too." I may be a tad too
emotional.



A tear runs down my cheek  so Robby reaches up and wipes it off with the
pad of his thumb. "Don't cry,  Dylan, or you'll have me crying too." I nod and
then drop my head to his  shoulder and we hug tightly. He murmurs, "Do you
have something you want to tell  me?" Talking into his shoulder, I mumble,
"Um, no. Whaddaya mean? Why would you  ask me that?" He quietly says, "No
reason other than I know you so well and it  just seemed to me you have
something on your mind." I mutter, "Nope," and he  asks, "How's it going between
you and Ryan?" My face is still against his  shoulder as I say, "Couldn't be
better, but lets talk about us, not Albert."  Robby asks, "Who's Albert?"
Lifting my head, looking at him again, I smile,  saying, "This is choice, Rob."
Then I explain, "It seems 'Albert' is actually  Ryan's first name and the
name he's known as in Georgia." Robby goes, "Oh, yeah?  Ya know, I saw that
name on his registration form last year and meant to ask him  about it." I
go, "It took me by surprise, but anyway he's Albert Ryan Wilcox the  third."
Robby chuckles, "No shit! They call him, Albert, huh?" Nodding, I add,
"Yeah, and in Georgia I'm known as Daniel or Danny." He doesn't believe me,
"Yeah, sure you are," and I tell him that story. Robby doesn't say anything at
first, then he goes, "You're serious? That's fucked up, Dylan! Is his mother
a  whack job?" I say, "About names, yes, but I have a theory. I think she
intended  not to like me before she even met me, and basically insulted me
about my name.  I was cool about it though and went along with the name
nonsense, and  considering how charming I am she discovered she couldn't help but
like me after  all." He chuckles, "Charming, huh? Gee, I can't remember you
ever using the word  'charming' before now." I go, "Being charming was one
of my secret weapon saved  for desperate times and being away from home, away
from you and Chubby, that  became a desperate situation." He grins, "What
other secret weapons are you  saving?" Running my fingers through his hair, I
shrug, "Can't tell you because  then they wouldn't be secret." He nods as
if that makes any sense.


Robby's interested in  what it's like for me day to day in Marietta and I
tell him as truthfully as I  can. It's weird but I can't lie to Robby. I
don't want to lie to him! As I talk  we sit up in bed with our backs against the
head board and I begin telling him  everything. Robby's listening with a
neutral expression on his face. I'm even  truthful about Ryan holding my hand
around the house at various times, adding,  "And his mother said we make a
cute couple." Robby's surprised at that, asking,  "You guys are
demonstratively gay in their house?" It becomes like an obsession  telling Robby
everything, which obviously is exactly what I said to myself I  wouldn't do less
than an hour ago. I'm talking quietly maintaining eye contact  at times and
other times looking straight ahead telling Robby all about Ryan and  me. "In
Marietta Albert and Danny are boyfriends, Rob, and we have sex and  make-out
like boyfriends do. Ryan not only holds my hand in the house, but we've  done
kisses in front of his parents too." Robby looks at me, "What do his
parents say?" I shrug, "His father rolls his eyes, but his mother said it's
sweet, or something like that. I forget exactly. It's like they're used to it by
 now which was Ryan's goal." He mumbles, "I guess they don't know about me,
huh?"  I shake my head, "No, they don't."


Hopping off the bed I get  us two beers handing a can to Robby, then
continue my confession or whatever  this is. I had every intention of talking to
Chubby about all this first, but I  find I want to do this on my own. I go,
"Ryan's been totally in-charge of him  and me, but in a nice way. He's my
boss at work, like you were last summer. You  know about our golf lessons two
afternoons a week, then baseball practice and  games to be played in the
county league. I helped Ryan make friends with guys  and a couple of them are
gay. We hook up with gay and straight friends  occasionally at night. During
all this it's not like Ryan's telling me what to  do every minute because by
now I know what he wants me to do. I let him make any  decisions that come
up just like I'm going to let you make all the decisions,  um, when we're
married." Robby's eyebrows go up hearing me speak of us getting  married. He
nods his head, asking, "Oh, I see. For now Ryan's my temporary  replacement
for these nine weeks, right? Does he know he's a temporary  replacement?" I
think about that for a second and a light goes off in my head. I  say, "No he
doesn't know, and neither did I until now. I've been fooling myself  and
living a childhood fantasy, but you've cleared everything up for me. Without
consciously thinking about it I've let Ryan's replace you during the time I'm
 away. It's like a temporary change of identities for the three of us. Well
no,  you're who you are, but I'm Danny and he's Albert. Then the minute I'm
with you  Danny is Dylan again and you're still you." He laughs a little
laugh, "Is that  how you're playing this thing in Marietta?" I shake my head,
"Subconsciously, I  guess I was, but in the process I've discovered
basically a new Ryan in the  disguise of Albert and I made the same mistake with him
I made with Willie. I  wanted to use this summer to grow-up and instead I'm
back where I was three  years ago. Fuck!"

Robby doesn't have much to say about this. He's probably very  disappointed
in me and I am too. At the same time it's not my intention to  minimize or
brush off Ryan's and my relationship. We've come to mean a lot to  each
other, but  it's not what I thought it was. Being with Robby this  short amount
of time I'm reminded what being in love means. Robby's still not  saying
much, so I say, "Robby, Ryan's come to means a lot to me, but not in the  way I
thought. I wasn't consciously using him or being disingenuous when he and
I talked about us maybe getting married, and for awhile I believed it was
possible too. So it wasn't just an infatuation or a convenience pandering to
Ryan for nine weeks. There's much more to him than I realized, and I know
he  would make me happy as the head of our household, except in my heart of
hearts I  want you to be the head of any household I'm associated with."
Robby's looking  serious and I can't imagine what's going through his mind. I'm
looking at him  with an expression on my face like, 'I'm just being honest
here'. He  finally says, "So, what you're saying is: Ryan's your fall back
second choice in  case something unfortunate happens between you and me,
right? You've got someone  in place that you can slide over too without missing a
beat." He sounds  agitated. I go, "I wouldn't put it exactly like that. You
make it sound like  I've got some ulterior motive for telling you these
thing when all I'm doing is  being honest and forthright because I love you and
thought you'd want to know.  Thought you deserved to know. I'm admitting
I've again mistaken love of sex with  love of my sex partner. "


We both drink some beer  with me feeling a combination of anger and
trepidation. Angry at myself and  worried Robby will think I'm an air-head. He sort
of nods his head, to himself I  think. He rubs my head, then gets off the
bed, saying, "I should be hurt and  pissed-off at you, but I'm not because
you're just being you and I love  everything about Dylan Newman. This Danny
prick though, I don't know about him."  and he chuckles, saying, "Lets have a
cigarette outside and you can tell me more  about Danny and Albert." I get
off the bed, "Please don't make fun of me or him,  Rob. First of all he
didn't do anything wrong. It was me who misread my own  feelings." Pouting a
little, I mumble, "It was you who basically started this  ball rolling when you
invited Danny Monday to live with you this summer." We put  our sneakers on
and walk outside to sit on the two chairs next to our door. From  someone's
room we hear country music playing. I light two cigarettes and hand  one to
Robby, who mumbles, "Well yeah, I started this whole mess and I admitted  to
you it was my mistake even before you left Merrimack." Taking a deep
breath,  I say, "I'm being honest without an ulterior motive. Yes, I could
probably be  happy with Ryan as head of our household, but in my heart I know I'd
be truly  happier with you in that role. I'll never be able to love anyone as
much as I  love you. Being with you this short time tonight is all it took
for that fact to  become obvious to me." He nods his head, "You might not
believe me, but I  expected something like this to happen. Something similar
to what you've been  describing, but it's harder to hear than I expected. I
thought you'd matured  past the Willie-type infatuation. It's been apparent
for a while that Ryan loves  you pretty much the way I do. Why wouldn't he? I
mean, in many ways you've been  like a savor to him. Plus he has his five
senses working just fine, so he's  aware you're the best looking boy he or I
have ever seen, your body feels and  looks good, you taste and smell
deliciously, and your voice has that excitable  youthful quality that's nice to
listen to, as I'm doing tonight." Trying to  lighten everything the fuck up, I
grin, "Anything else perfect about me?" He  shrugs, grinning, "Yeah, many
things but I don't want to screw up your hat  size." I'm like, "Every good
quality you listed for me I feel applies to you  more than me."


Taking a drag off his cigarette, he goes, "I know you love me,  Dylan, but
I guess I am disappointed you'd get so deeply involved with Ryan in  this
relatively short period of time. On the other hand it's kinda admirable  you'd
admit everything even though it makes you look like a flighty dumb blond."
"Robby! It wasn't easy telling you all this and I admitted I was wrong, so
you  don't have to hurt my feelings. I feel stupid enough as it is. The fact
he and I  talked about marriage and maybe sharing an apartment during
junior year at  Merrimack sounds hollow now that I'm with you. It didn't when
talking with him  though. My only purpose of telling you all this is to be open
and truthful with  you and not to flaunt Ryan in your face. I can see how
it might seem like that,  but it's not my intention at all!" He looks me in
the eyes and seriously says,  "I know, and I appreciate that you've had your
true confession, but I wouldn't  expect anything less from you." He squeezes
my shoulder, adding, "Other than  being disappointed that you feel I'm this
easily replaceable, I guess I know  you're going to be with me, not him.
You've said you would in the past and I  believed you and still do. And I like
Ryan, but I've gotta admit if his father  got transferred to say, Alaska, I
wouldn't be all that sad about it."


Ryan has many qualities I admire and find very attractive, but  Robby's
right to be confident my love for him supersedes everything else. I  couldn't
sacrifice that and I don't know why I thought I might. I'm quiet, so  Robby
says, "I want you to know it's not a lot of fun listening to how close and
happy you've become with him, but the fact you're being honest is honorable.
I  love and respect that you're that way too." I nod my head feeling guilty
about  Ryan even though he told me to be honest with Robby before I left home
... um, I  mean his home. Robby quietly says, "Don't get the wrong idea,
Dylan, don't think  I'm cocky about you and me. I never take our relationship
for granted... that's  the last thing in the world I'd ever take for granted.
If I seem overly  confident about you and me it's because of you. You've
pledged yourself to me,  as I have to you, and I believe and trust you and
that's what gives me the  confidence, a confidence I didn't have until this past
year. I'd hate to think  how I'd feel hearing all this prior to then. Hey,
how does it make you feel  having two guys in love with you?" I mumble,
"Humble and unworthy of your love.  I feel like shit misleading Ryan and hurting
you. I'm sorry."


Thinking about the things  Ryan and I have done this summer are mostly good
memories. Now though, compared  to how I feel about Robby, I can see it's a
very different thing. Glancing over  at Robby, he gives a rye smile,
asking, "Why so quiet now, babe?" I shake my  head, "I don't know. I guess I'm
stunned I even considered that maybe Ryan would  be better for me than you, and
now I feel selfish and like narcissistic or  something." He gets up and
stands next to me squeezing my shoulder and  soothingly saying, "You couldn't
be either of those things, not for long anyway.  Your heart always wants to
be in the right place, but sometimes you think with  your dick instead of
your brain." I can't argue with that. Robby adds, "You're  too nice to be
selfish, and forget narcissistic, that's absurd." Looking up at  him I take a
deep breath, then mutter, "Thanks, but I've unintentionally led  Ryan on and
he's going to be hurt." Robby goes, "I'm sorry about that, but  you've done so
much for him he'll forgive you. You've never told him you'd dump  me,
right?" I shake my head, "No, I told Ryan I'd tell you what I've been  thinking
about, but nothing he and I discussed was final in any way, not on my  part."
Robby's quiet again, then asks, "Do you love him like you love me?" I
shake my head again realizing that it's impossible to love another boyfriend the
 way I love Robby. He obviously didn't like hearing what I said, and it's
amazing  how relatively calm he's been about all of it. I guess that's
maturity which is  something I'm lacking obviously. Dammit!


We're finished our second beers so I get us two more and hand  one to
Robby. He goes, "I gotta admit you being with Ryan has one benefit  anyway. He
has you waiting on me now too. You carried my backpack, got me beers,  lit my
cigarette, and did what I said." I ask, "Like what?" He chuckles, "It's  not
a bad thing, Dylan. You know, I said to sit on the bed, get off the bed,
have a cigarette, whatever, and you did it. Guess you're used to Ryan running
a  tight ship being in-charge and all." He's grinning but he's right about
that.  That is one of things I like about him. Ryan doesn't flaunt it, but
he's  in-charge for real. Robby has his moments too though, so I'm like,
"What's new  about that, Rob? I carried your backpack at college, and you were
in-charge  there about a lot of things. You were my leader." He gets serious,
"Dylan, I'm  half kidding you. Jesus, I've known you intimately and every
other way for over  three years. I know you like your boyfriend to be
in-charge. It's fine! I've  come to embrace that and I'm happily in-charge for us.
I don't even think about  it anymore." Jeez, he's right about that. Even
though Ryan does 'in-charge'  better than Robby, Robby has his moments and,
like it said, I too don't even  think about it. Hell, it took me most of our
three years together getting Robby  comfortable being in-charge. "You're so
awesome, Robby, I love you so much."  He's grinning when he says, "Not as much
as I love you," and I go, "Oh no, not  that again!" I'm feeling stupidly
wishy washy for doing a complete turn around  about my supposed plans to be
with Ryan, and then an hour with Robby I'm totally  abandoning even the
possibility that it could be Ryan and me. Will I go right  back to the 'Ryan
plans' when I'm with him again? If I do, I suck worse than  even I think I suck!
I'm not letting that happen. I've got to grow the fuck  up!


"Robby, you're right. I'm like a dumb blond switching  affections depending
on who I'm with." He shrugs, "Yeah, there's a little of  that in you,
Dylan. You're kind of a dumb blond when it comes to matters of the  heart or sex,
and I'm waiting for you to catch up with your age a little. On the  other
hand I'm a dumb blond where you're concerned. I've told you countless  times
that I'll wait for you to finally realize we're meant for each other." I
get up and sit on his knees facing him, a leg on either side of his. My arms
go  around his neck as he grins up at me. Kissing him on the lips, "You're
into  hurting my feelings, huh? Okay, I deserve it because you're right again,
but  I'll prove myself to you by my actions, not my words. So, you'll see.
For now  though, are we good, Rob?" He goes, "Yeah, we're better than good,
baby." I ask,  "You didn't even get a little jealous?" He goes, "Nope, not a
little. A  lot jealous, but what the fuck good does that do either of us?"
I smirk,  "It makes me feel good for one thing," and we do a long kiss with
his tasty  special tongue in my mouth. His tongue is the perfect tongue for
my mouth. It's  been in my mouth more than anyone else's except mine. Our
tongues are the same  too, just like our eyes and hair. We're the Bobbsey
twins like the college guys  said we were that first summer working on the
landscaping crew so long  ago.

It's tricky keeping Ryan out of my mind though because I'm  going to hurt
him with bluntness the first fifteen minutes after meeting him at  the
airport. I know now we aren't going to be able to carry on with our planning  in
any kind of an honest way, and I'm going to tell him that. It will not be
pleasant, but I know positively now that Robby's my future and present, so
anything inferred to Ryan that contradicts that is false and unfair to him.
I'm  an idiot for letting my fetishes and my dick do my thinking. I'm going to
try  thinking with my brain from now on. Ryan can continue thinking it
might be him  and me, but I'm not going to encourage it because it's going to be
Robby and me  forever. The next two days I'll concentrate on and enjoy
being with Robby to the  fullest, and then I'll need to be totally honest and
firm with Ryan about how  things are. It's not that I was being dishonest with
him so much as I was being  dishonest with myself.


Those thoughts slide out  of my head as Robby and I get into a very juicy
make-out with his scent so very  sexy and nice. Now my brain's coming up with
a million wonderful memories of  Robby's and my life together the past few
years, and before long I'm again  dropping a few tears into the situation as
we kiss and lick and moan with  desire. It's so obviously different in a
deeper more meaningful way when Robby  and I make-out. It's as real as real
can be, bordering on a religious  experience. There's something like
worshiping going on between us and it  elevates the devotion I have for him and I
sense the same thing coming back. Our  making-out gets a little frantic as I'm
rubbing my hands around his head feeling  his hair, rubbing behind his neck
and his broad shoulders. I can't kiss him  deeply enough to satisfy me, or
rub my nose against his cheek enough while  smelling him, he's the true love
of my life for as long as I can remember. Our  first kiss started a journey
ending in both of our first true loves, my only  true romantic love. Being
in love with Robby and knowing he's unconditional in  love with me is more
valuable to me than riches. I've never been rich and  I've never been poor and
never yearned to be either one. Frankly, both  conditions seem like too
much trouble. Give me love and sex with someone who  loves me and I'll be happy
forever. Together we'll get the other stuff we need.  My wishy washy life
is over where love is concerned. I've finally made a  definitive decisions
and like I told Robby, my actions from now on will prove  it. Can't say I'm
not still going to dabble in side sex, but at least half the  equation has
been solved and settled in my mind. Like I said, looking back on my  behavior
the past month I can see my dick was running the show, and while it'll
always have a say in matters, the matter of Robby and me is no longer a question
mark. It's an explanation mark. I'm going to make that clear to Ryan and
prove  it to Robby. Ryan's a friend if he'll be that, but no more than  that.


Robby and I stop our  make-out to catch our breath. I lay against him,
chest to chest, the sides of  our faces touching and my fingers lazily playing
with the hair on the back of  his head. I smell his scent again and again and
it's so nice I rest my face  against his neck where it's very noticeable.
I'm thinking back to all the times  I thought I'd found something special in
a new side-sex buddy and then when I'm  back with Robby whatever that
special thing was can't compare with Robby's. He  takes a deep breath and hugs
around my back with both arms, a tight hug, then he  lets go, saying, "Get up,
Dylan, we're going inside and make love." I hug around  his neck again not
wanting to get up, but he says, "Come on, babe, do what  you're told." Oh
man, I love when Robby says things like that! I stand up  reluctantly and Robby
holds out his hand so I can help pull him up. Standing, he  mumbles,
"Thanks," and takes my hand to hold, our fingers intertwined. I say,  "Wait a
second, Robby. Um, I feel like such a childish asshole. Remember way  back when
I was trying to decide if it's Willie or you I loved the best?" He  sighs,
"Yeah, what about it?" I'm like, "I made the same basic mistake with  Ryan.
Even though I knew it was a possibility, I was confusing sex with love, I
thought it was different this time. It is different, but the results the
same."  Nodding his head, he says, "Don't beat yourself up about this, Dylan.
Straighten  it out with Ryan and get your ass home where you belong. And, fer
chrissakes, no  more talk about Ryan or Albert!" He's right, that's exactly
what I need to do...  shut the fuck up!


Inside Robby locks the  door, lets go of my hand, and pulls the curtains
over the big front window,  saying, "Get undressed." I start doing that
staring at him. By admitting to  myself I've made a humongous mistake with Ryan a
weight is lifted off my  shoulders. I know what to do now and a wave of
happiness and relief comes over  me giving me shivers. Robby pulls his shirt
over his head and grins, saying,  "You're staring at me again." I nod, "Yeah, I
know. You're handsome, but it's  like a cute handsome," and I reach over to
feel his chin hairs that grow only on  the bottom of his chin. He laughs
shaking his head, then says, "See, this is  what I'm missing. No one
compliments me like you do, and you do it so naturally  I kinda believe you." As I
drop my shorts, I go, "Do you believe me when I say  I'm sorry about the Ryan
stuff?" He goes, "Yes, I do, but what'd I just say?"  Holding up my hands, I
go, "I know, I know." His shorts are unbuttoned but not  down as he grabs
me and hugs me against his bare chest. "I love you like  nobody's ever loved
anyone before in the history of the world." I mumble, "Me  too," and he
chuckles giving my lips a quick kiss. He chuckles because we have  this thing
where he says a big declaration of love for me and I simply say, 'Me  too'. We
finish getting undressed as I stare at his fat four inch cock that  looks
longer than I remembered. His pubic hairs have grown back, so I say, "I  see
you're letting yourself go when I'm not around," and he laughs again, "I'm
not motivated without you. It's you I'm always trying to please, and when
you're  not there to please I'm like, fuck it."

We're still standing,  taking our socks off one at a time, as I say, "You
should have told me to  undress you," and he goes, "No, I should be
undressing and dressing you, and  bathing you like a prince. That's how special you
are." I mumble, "I can't argue  with your premise, but it sort of screws-up
you being in-charge." We're both  bare ass naked now as he puts a hand on
each of my shoulders, and says, "I'm so  happy to see you and to be with you,
Dylan. You have no idea. I printed out and  framed one of my favorite
pictures of you. It's on my night stand and I see it  before I turn the light out
at night and again first thing in the morning when I  wake up." I'm like,
"Which picture?" and he grins, then chuckles, "You're too  much. It's the one I
took of you at the apartment last September on the balcony.  Remember? The
one with the sun setting behind you. We'd just had sex and you  walked out
on the balcony for a cigarette wearing only boxer shorts. The setting  sun
made it look like there was a halo around your head. You gave me this little
half grin not expecting me to take your picture. You looked so cool while
your  body looked so hot. You're, um, beautiful, Dylan, and there's such joy
in your  eyes, and..." He gets choked up and his eyes get teary and, talking
with that  almost crying sound in his voice, "And you're mine and you were
mine before we  even met, so don't tell me anymore bullshit about you and
anybody else making  plans together because that's not happening! You're both
wasting your fucking  breath. It's always been you and me and when I hear you
saying..." he chokes-up  and doesn't finish. We're in reach others arms hugging
with me crying too. Not  boo hoo, just some tears because I always cry when
I see another guy cry. I  can't fucking help it.


We hug for a minute with me rubbing Robby's back. Then, still  hugging, he
says, "Okay, that little tantrum never happened. I'm way too cool  for that
kind of a breakdown. I'd never act so needy or pathetic. Right now I  want
you to erase that from your memory banks, Dylan, you hear me?! Those words
should have stayed in my head and not come out of my mouth." I mutter, "Erase
 what, Rob?" and he goes, "Exactly!" We let go of each other and Robby
looks a  little embarrassed, so to move onto something else, I ask, "Would you
like me to  give you a haircut before, you know, we proceed with the love
making?" He says,  "The perfect solution, Dylan. One of us can take that time
to get his shit  together so we can continue with our lovers sex afterwards."
I go, "Okay, then,"  and pull on my underpants, then pick our clothes up
off the floor, handing Robby  his boxer shorts and laying the rest of the
clothes on the desk. Robby's  stepping into his boxer shorts, saying, "Yes, the
boxer shorts are a good idea  because I wouldn't want to get a haircut while
naked." I say, "We really should  do that sometime, but not tonight. We'll
save that for some extemporaneous sexy  nuttiness." I drag a chair into the
bathroom so I'll have the pleasure of  shampooing his hair before the
haircut. There's a hair dryer right here on the  wall next to the big mirror. Then
I get the barber stuff out and look around for  a spot that will work for
the haircut. I settle for the tiled entrance to the  room, but I need to pull
a lamp over from beside the bed so I'll have enough  light. Then a small
table to put the barber stuff on.


Robby's sitting on the  bed staring at my every move. He says, "You're
amazing, Dylan. If I ever forget  why I love you like life itself, and way
better than self love, I need only  spend twenty minutes with you and it'll all
come back to me. It's everything you  do and say and the way you do it and
say it. Nobody's like you. Nobody's  anything like you. You're unique and a
very, very special young man. Hell, you  were unique and very special as a boy
when we first met and I  immediately fell deeply in love with you..." he's
becoming emotional again, so I  joke, "Yes, I know. Everyone tells me that."
He laughs rubbing the tears from  his eyes, and says, "Come here," and we
roll around on the bed with our arms  around each other kissing and rubbing
each other's body. Oh it feels perfect,  Robby's the perfect fit for me no
matter what I've thought about anyone in the  past. In between deep kisses, I
gasp, saying, "You described exactly how I feel  about you too, Robby."
We've both got boners that have worked their way out of  the flies of our
underwear, bouncing off one another. Robby puts his face  against mine, our noses
together as he says, with his lips moving on mine, "I  need to have you
right now." I do a little whine of desire as he pulls my  underpants down to my
ankles and I kick then off and onto the floor. He pulls  his off and tosses
them after mine, then almost picks me up putting me on my  back with a
thump, making me bounce on the mattress.


I stare at him as he gets  on his knees between my legs, then pushes my
legs up. I pull then back and hold  them there with an arm around the back of
both knees. Robby's sucking on his  lips rubbing my buttocks with both hands
as a drool of precum drops down from  his hard boner to land on my left butt
cheek. He smacks that butt cheek and the  precum splatters under his hand
with a wet drop of it landing on my belly. Then,  "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! and
with a grunt from Robby he lines the head of his cock  with my asshole,
closes his eyes and humps it in past my sphincter muscle. His  head goes back as
he moans, "Ooooh, mmmm, oooh," then he gasps opening his eyes,  looking at
his boner, now without a head. Blowing out his held breadth, looking  at me
now, he murmurs, "Are you okay, Dylan?" Nodding my head, I say,  "I feel
fantastic, Rob. I'm so, uh, ah, contended I guess, and so happy to be  with
you." He grins, saying only, "Me too," and he moves his hips forward  steadily
pushing his boner in all the way, then leaning all  the way over to kiss me
and lick up the front of my nose. He quietly says,  "That's 'cause I know you
like me to do that," and I get my  arms around the back of his neck pulling
his head down for a long wet sloppy  kiss as my cock gets so hard I grunt
during the kiss, feeling as if I'm going to  cum right now.


Robby's cock is a little  more than half the length of Ryan's but it's a
little fatter so it hurt going  in. Not enough to make me groan in pain
though. Ryan's been sort of programming  my rectum to accept his big hard cock, so
that's a good thing. When Robby and I  fuck as often as Ryan's fucked me
the past month my rectum gets used to the  girth of his cock too, but we
seldom do it as frequently as Ryan's been  doing it. Robby sits back up and humps
his crotch against my buttocks a few  times before withdrawing his
rock-hard penis, and while looking me in the eyes  he pushes it back in. It seems
like a short trip compared to what I've become  used to, but knowing it's
Robby's penis inside me more than makes up for that.  We have something so
special together its impossible to describe. It's about  giving mutual pleasure
unselfishly, and that gives me shivers all over with my  shoulders
shuddering. Robby's grinning as he watches me shuddering, "Feel good,  babe?" I nod,
'Uh huh, Robby, really good." He lifts my hips a little, adjust  his knees
and then begins a steady kind of slow fucking that feels fantastic.  Right
from the start I'm squirming and moaning in sexual pleasure. It's Robby  and me
and that makes it magical! How could I forget how special our lovers sex
is? It's turns me on so much I know I'm going to have a premature
ejaculation.



The amazing sensations buzzing inside of me while my cock  throbs with
pleasures feels so perfect with Robby. Soon he gets a more intense  expression
on his face increasing the speed of his thrusts, now making quiet,  "Aah,"
sounds every time his fat stubby cock slides very tightly but smoothly up  my
ass. I'm on my back trying to lift my ass at each thrust but I get out of
sync and it messes things up a few seconds until Robby says, "Stop that!"
almost  making me cum right then and there. He can get into an in-charge frame
of mind  too, which I sometimes forget. I stop doing my humping and instead
concentrate  on tightening my buttock muscles as Robby again gets into a
steady quick  trusting, creating the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap,' music to my
ears as his body  smacks into my butt cheeks. My prostate and anus are alive
with sexual pleasure  sensations and I'm squirming and groaning, moving my
head on the mattress with  my rectum sizzling with pleasure and my balls
getting hard as my stone-boner  throbs tantalizingly while the pee slit's gaping
open and closed in anticipating  of a coming storm of sexual pleasure.


Robby's grunting, biting  his bottom lip and getting red in the face. He
gets a hand at the back of my  legs pushing them further back with my back
arching. He gets up higher on his  knees and fucks me faster and harder as his
climax is building along with mine,  "Slapslapslapslap," and my climax is on
me hot and heavy now. My body gets stiff  as a thick wire, I gasp, "I'm
cumming," and then squeal as cum pumps out one,  two, three fast flying streaks
of cum with me convulsing under Robby's constant  thrusting and then
another squeal as a long stream of cum shoots from my  quivering boner going over
my head and then Robby lays on me humping against my  butt cheeks filling my
rectum with his creamy white jism. Two more humps against  me and his body
relaxes. He gasps and does a couple more thrusts in my ass, then  his sweaty
head is next to mine. Both of us being the same size, a little over  five
feet, ten inches tall, sex works smoother than with a tall guy and a short
one. Oh, it can work with any size person, but it works best with two the
same  size.


I hug around the back of  his neck and kiss his cheek. His cock's still in
my ass and he can leave it  there as long as he wants as far as I'm
concerned. The difference in having sex  with Robby as compared to Ryan, or anybody
else not name Robby Dickers, is  acutely noticeable to me. That's something
I forget all the fucking time. It's  like I never learn. Nothing sexual with
anyone is as good as having sex with  Robby, and it's hard to put into
words why that is, it just is! It's him and me  together, it's his past
determination that I'd fall in love with him no matter  how long it took, and it's
an indescribable feeling of pride coming from him  because I did fall in love
with him. It's Robby, period. There's never any doubt  in my mind who I
want to live my life with, not when I'm with Robby, then my  stupid brain lets
me think otherwise from time to time. It's like my brain  teases me until
I'm with Robby again, and then it's like, 'Oh, yeah, that's  right, it's me
and Robby!' Everything's so familiar with Robby and there's a  thousand sweet
memories of us and it's comforting and safe and warm. There's all  that
extra kinda good stuff when it's Robby and me.


Robby's breathing is back  to a somewhat normal breathing pattern, so I ask
him, "Would you sing my song to  me?" He sings, "I live in a run down
place, there not much view but there's lots  of space, in my heart... the heart
than you own"... I love how he drags out the  word, 'Ooown' making three
syllables out of the word, and then on to the next  verse. He sings them all, and
when he's done we kiss and I say, "Sing it to me  again, Robby,"...


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



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Hoping some readers may be interested, there are books of mine  published
and available on Amazon.com. Anyone who has Kindle can download them  for
next to nothing. (Or buy the 'print' version.) The books are under  ten
dollars. They are about a 19 year old gay boy (Oliver) who has a far different life
than  Dylan's. And there is a new book, 'Mike, his Bike and Me'. Please at
least  check them out by typing my name on Amazon.com. Information about the
story in  the books can be found in some detail there. Thank  you.


Donny  Mumford



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