Date: Sat, 7 Nov 2015 14:04:55 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION    Chapter  26

DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION


Chapter  26


by  Donny Mumford



After drinking  pitchers of barely-chilled beer for two and a half hours
we're a little high and  feeling pretty good as we walk the fair grounds.
Spider maybe feels more than  pretty good, but he's okay. Our plan is to get
some dinner here at the fair and  then hit the road avoiding a potential
gridlock exiting the fair grounds after  the fireworks. There's only two exits and
both feed onto the same two lane back  road. We settle on a barbecued
dinner because that's usually a safe choice, and  it was okay except this
barbecue isn't what us Framingham boys consider ideal.  It's exactly like the
neighborhood cook-out barbecue I had two weeks ago and I  prefer a sweeter sauce.
Spider disagrees claiming this barbecue sauce is exactly  how barbecue
sauce is suppose to taste. Instead of leaving immediately after  dinner we go on
a few more rides to try getting our money's worth from the  twenty dollar
bracelets. It's almost seven-thirty by the time we're walking back  to the
car with the guys discussing the pros and cons of this country  fair.


As for me, I'm  kind of quiet trying to wipe out the memory of Marsha's
boyfriend and me in the  outdoor toilet. It was one of my weaker moments and
the most dominated sex I can  remember having with anyone. He was easily the
largest guy I've ever had sex  with too, and I'm not talking about his fat
dick... I mean his body type. He was  like six-feet-five inches tall and his
torso's twice as wide as mine. A big guy  with huge hands and thick wrists,
strong as an ox. It was close to rape. Not  that I have any notion of
pursuing however because it would drag innocent  bystanders into my fuck-up. I
should have immediately put a stop to it. I'm not  physically hurt, but mentally
I'm pretty down on myself.


>From the  first second he barged into the outdoor toilet he had the upper
hand. Huh, and I  thought I could handle myself, but that guy took me totally
by surprise. I mean  he didn't even say anything. Not one person in a
million would have the gall,  the balls to pull that off like he did, and
naturally I run  into the one in a million. When I didn't immediately call him out
on it he had  his unspoken okay to proceed. I should have been outraged or,
considering his  size, maybe not get outraged so much as just run the fuck
out of there.  Piss outside or something. He'd guessed correctly that I was
gay and submissive during sex. The whole thing makes me feel like shit. I
can rationalize some of it away by chalking it up to a lesson learned. If
something like that ever happens again I'll be prepared for it and immediately
run in the other direction. Dominant types start out friendly as they're
moving  along steadily step by step. They've gotta be  stopped in their tracks
right away! Then they'll of course pretend they were  only joking around.
Like I said, dominant types at Dick's level are rare. Plus,  he also had a
clever cover. I'm referring to him going with Marsha for five  years and then
getting engaged to be married. That'll throw-off unsuspecting  foolish
submissive guys like myself every time. He's also apparently  very astute at
reading people and it helps that he's large, strong, and ballsy  as hell. Bad
luck, but I still feel like shit about it and I can't get over  being really
disappointed and pissed-off at myself.

Robby takes my  hand, asking, "Why so quiet, Dylan?" I'm like, "Huh? What,
quiet?" He grins,  "Yeah, what have you been thinking about?" I shrug, "Oh,
I don't know. Did  we have fun at this country fair?" He chuckles, "Don't
you know?" I shrug, and  he goes, "Yeah it was fun. Unique experience although
I'd much rather have done  something just with you. My choice would have
been spending the day with you in  the motel room." Forcing thoughts of the
outdoor toilet from my mind, I bump  against Robby, saying, "That would have
been my first choice too except I wanted  to spend time with Chubby. I miss
him." He says, "I know, and it's why we came  to the fair, right?" Nodding my
head, I go, "Yep, but now, back at the motel,  you and me need to get naked
and rub our bodies together." Another grin from  Robby, "Exactly what I had
in mind." I'm aware of a pronounced different feeling  in my heart when I'm
with Robby. Different than the feeling I have being with  Ryan or any other
guy I've ever met. This weekend has been a good opportunity  for me to
compare my feelings for Robby with those I have for Ryan. Well, it's  not really
a contest, Robby's like my soul partner in life. There's an intense
feeling of love between us. It's something I don't believe I'll ever feel with
anyone but him. To be fair I've got to give Ryan his due. There's an intensity
 being with him too, but it's different and more 'sexual' than the 'loving'
 feeling when I'm with Robby. Sure, my body shivers at Ryan's pleasant
dominant  demeanor. It gives me boners at times without any bodily contact. I
also like  how he makes me feel when he does little unintentionally bossy
things, things he  doesn't even realize he's doing. He makes me feel like a
little kid at times  too, a kid he's taking care of and who he loves. So that's
an exceptional  experience right there, but when I'm with Robby everything
seems more real, more  natural and right. Oh hell, I recognize the difference
although I can't exactly  describe it to myself. Still, it's enough that I
know the difference. Sure,  Ryan's changed a lot for the better this summer
and I'm happy for him, but  Robby's easily my choice. He doesn't need to
change anything as far as I'm  concerned.

I admire them  both, but I can't resist Robby's and my three-year love
affair. He's always  looking out for me and I guess Ryan did some of that this
summer too. The love I  feel from them is different though. It's like Robby's
love is pure and  unencumbered by anything except the love. Ryan's love
feels a bit desperate  sometimes. It's like he's proving something by having me
as his boyfriend. Me  being his boyfriend is kind of a, How do you like me
now? thing for him.  It's like Ryan sees us as a couple as proof to his
parents and everybody else  he's not the loser they thought he was. Him being a
loser is mostly in his mind  although I haven't experienced his life, so I
shouldn't judge. This is all just  conjecture on my part anyway. It might be
I'm giving myself too much credit and  us being boyfriends has nothing to do
with Ryan proving anything to anyone. Ryan  also has the 'dominant card' he
can put into play with me if he chooses,  and I don't mean the mild every
day stuff we're working with this summer. I mean  the heavy dominance like
when we started our relationship two years ago. I trust  him not to do that
though. We did the dog collar routine a few times a couple of  weeks ago, but
it petered-out and it was mostly my idea anyway, not his. It  didn't pack
the sexual wallop that it used to though, not at all. I'm moving  away from
the extreme dominant stuff apparently. It was fun back then but I've  never
needed that stuff with Robby. As if that proves anything. I don't know,  but I
don't feel sub/dom sex is as hot as I used to think it was. It's still
kinda cool though.

It's funny, but I  wouldn't even have considered the possibility of Ryan
and me being a couple  prior to this summer. He seems to have come into his
own the last month or so.  He's always been a hot sex partner, but prior to
this summer his general  demeanor was too inconsistent for me to seriously
consider him as a life  partner. He had mood swings and he was sensitive to
slights that weren't  intended to be slights. Overly sensitive kid with very
little self confidence  until recently. Basically it's me being with him this
summer that's enabled him  to become his current happy confident self.
Before I intervened he had no  friends here and there were all those rumors about
him and an older guy  sadistically having sex together, and he felt his
parent thought he was a loser  and had little interest in him. The sex rumors
were true of course, but that's  all changed now and consequently Ryan's
relaxed and feeling good about himself  and everything else. I hate to
disappoint him but I'm going to because it's  gotta be me and Robby forever. Pure
love like our love affair is too special and  precious to mess with.


As I've been  thinking these thought there's been a discussion going on at
the car about who's  going to drive. Spider wants to drive because the
rental car's in his name, but  Robby and Chubby think Spider's had too much to
drink. Chubby wants to  drive too, but Robby doesn't want him driving for the
same reason nobody wants  Spider driving. I don't want to drive so Robby
ends-up as the driver and it  turns out to be a good choice because we get back
to the motel safely at around  eight-thirty. It's still hot and muggy but
without the blaring sun. Standing in  the motel parking lot Chubby and Spider
try to convince Robby and me to  check-out the garage bar with them. We
resist because we want to hang-out  together, at least for a while. I ask,
"What's the rush? Aren't you guys going  to shower before going out?" and Chubby
goes, "No need. Even though we've  been sweating all day and I have mustard
stains on my t-shirt and Spider spilled  half a watermelon drink on his
shorts we'll still be the best dressed and  cleanest dudes in the place. Ya
gotta experience this garage bar if only to get  a look at the patrons. Anyway
we gotta go because last night  Spider promised a girl with no front teeth a
dance tonight, so ya know... a  promise is a promise." I say, "Oh man, that
is tempting but why don't  you guys go by yourselves and see if it's still a
rocking good time. If  it's as good as you say we'll grab a cab and join you
around eleven o'clock."  Spider says, "Yo Jeff, he's right, it's too early
to go over there now. Let's  call those local girls from last night and I'll
hook us up with some beer. An  encore of last night wouldn't be the worst
thing that ever happened to us."  Chubby nods his head, "Smart thinking,
Spider! Dylan, we'll be banging on your  door at around ten-thirty or eleven and
dragging both your asses to the bar." I  go, "Um, we'll see, okay?"

Inside Robby's and  my room the first order of business is another beer
piss. Robby and I stand side  by side in our bathroom pissing, as he asks,
"Were you serious about us having  ourselves a grungy fuck, or should we shower
first?" I'm like, "No, I was  serious. Occasionally I like grungy sex," and
he asks, "Um, in bed? It'll get  all sweaty and when we eventually shower
before going to sleep the sheets will  still be grungy." I say, "We'll steal
new sheets from the laundry." He zips up  his fly, mumbling, "Steal sheets,
huh?" I mutter, "I mean borrow sheets. You  know, from the laundry room two
door down from ours." Robby's washing his hands,  "Oh, borrow the sheets! You
have the best fucking ideas, boyfriend." Grinning at  him, I'm thinking,
'Damn he's good looking". After washing my hands I brush my  teeth. It's a
habit Ryan got me into, brushing after dinner. Robby comes back  into the
bathroom, "Good idea, babe!" and he brushes his teeth too. I fuss  around
rewashing my hands until Robby's in the bedroom, which gives me a second  to throw
out the toilet paper in my underpants, then check my ass in the mirror  and
wipe that animal's dried cum off my ass. I've gotta remove that horrible
incident from my memory banks!


In the bedroom  Robby's looking out the window, mumbling, "The couple next
door just left.  They're all dressed up." I go, "Dressed up, huh?" as I'm
pulling my t-shirt over  my head. I smell it and it smells like a country fair
so I drop it on the floor.  Robby mumbles, "Lets grab a smoke outside,
Dylan," and that's what we do.  I'm bare chested as we sit in the deck chairs
outside our door with me  fiddling with my nip ring, muttering, "I wonder if
it ever cools off around  here." Robby shrugs, and out of the blue asks, "Any
chance you'd reconsider and  come home with me tomorrow?" I say, "We've
talked about that, Rob." He takes a  deep breath, "I know, but I miss you and I
don't mean 'Hey, missed ya, dude.' I  mean I really heart-wrenchingly miss
you. Plus, I can't believe you actually  gave a thought to marrying Ryan.
That hurts, but at least you've come to your  senses." He sounded both elated
and grim at the same time, like a burned  survivor of a plane crash. I say,
"Ryan's different now, but I'm not marrying  him as you well know, so lets
not talk about it. I just wanted to be honest with  you about him, and have a
clear conscience too," adding a quiet, "If  that's even possible." He
didn't hear the last part, saying, "Dylan, you  know Ryan will try persuading you
back to his way of thinking, probably by next  Tuesday." I frown at him and
he shrugs, adding, "I'm not saying he's devious,  just that Ryan's
persistent and he has been for the two years we've known him.  He wants you." I
mutter, "You introduced me to him," and Robby gets angry,  "Don't throw that
crap in my face again. I wanted the three of us to be friends.  You know what
the situation was like during our freshman year when we were young  and
stupid. Now we're not." I'm not so sure about that, saying, "We're not as  young,
I'll give you that."


He does a  exaggerated deep breath, "Okay, you're right, lets not talk
about it."  We're quiet for a minute, smoking and listening to the crickets,
then he says in  a calm voice, "Promise me one thing at least," I look at him,
"Sure," and he  says, "Don't let yourself be put in a position you can't get
out of, like  promising him anything. Whatever you two talk about should be
tentative. Nothing  definite, okay?" I go, "Rob, it's you I want to spend
my life with so I have no  intentions of promising Ryan anything that
jeopardizes that. And I'm  telling him right out that he and I have no future
together. In the nicest way  possible of course. How much plainer to him can I
make it." He frowns, "Now you  seem mad," and I go, "I'm not, I'm not mad at
anybody or anything." Well, I'm  mad at myself about the outhouse fiasco, but
I'm not mentioning that. He goes,  "Okay then, good." Hmmm, I go, "Um,
refresh my memory, Rob, what's our policy  on occasionally having harmless
side-sex with a buddy?" He shrugs, "We're  working on it and trying to eliminate
it. You need to work on it  harder than me obviously, but I don't claim to
be perfect in that regard  either. For instance, when Danny split I ran into
an old friend and you know,  one thing led to another. It's kinda rare for
me though." I nod, "Huh, who was  it?" He shakes his head, chuckling, "None
of your business. We agreed to  downplay that sort of rare occurrence and
keep the details to ourselves."  Huh.


I flick my  cigarette butt over the first row of cars into the parking lot.
A beautiful  flick so I look at Robby but he's looking at a couple of guys
going into  their room at the end of the motel. He goes, "I think we went to
high school  with that Japanese kid, The one who just went in his room.
Fuck, what  was his name?" I mumble, "Didn't you see my cigarette butt flick?"
He shakes his  head, saying, "No, was it off the top of your head?" I go,
"No, mister wise-ass,  it was perfect." He grins, "I'm sorry I missed it. Lets
get something to drink,  something without alcohol in it." We get up and
wander around to the front of  the motel where there's a Coke machine. We
don't get Cokes though, we get  bottled water for the same price. Ya feel like a
fool paying the same price  for water as a soda, or a 'pop' as these hicks
call it. Nah, they're not hicks.  They're good guys. Wow, the water's really
cold and we stand here drinking the  bottles of water gulp, gulp. gulp.
"That hit the spot, huh?" I go, "Yeah, good  call Robby!" Then I run my fingers
through his hair and grab a fistful of it  pulling his head to mine. Our
lips meet and we kiss like we mean it, out teeth  scraping together and our
cold tongues dancing together. Robby wraps me in his  arm with our sweaty
faces sliding together. We suck and lick each  other's lips as our tongues
continue doing dirty dancing together. Then we take  turns doing sucking kisses
with our noses rubbing and our hands moving over each  other's body. A
woman's monotoned voice from the balcony above says, "Get a  room, boys," and we
walk away without even looking up to see who said  that.

Walking back to  our room, Robby chuckles, "My face would have burst into
flames if that scene  played out a year ago. Now, all I did was blush a
burning hot red." We both  laugh, then I admit, "Slightly awkward, but you looked
so handsome and sexy I  kinda lost my mind and attacked you back there."
Grinning, he points at me,  "That's the kind of shit I like hearing from your
sweet lips, darling." I shake  my head, "Darling? Nah, that still doesn't
work," and he chuckles, "No, it  doesn't." In our room I pull down the covers,
muttering, "Fuckin' hot in here."  Turning around I surprise Robby by
pulling his t-shirt over his head so we're  both bare chested. Robby has a
quizzical expression on his face looking at  his t-shirt on the floor where I
dropped it next to mine, then I do the same  thing I did at the Coke machine,
grabbing a fistful of his sun-bleached two-tone  blond hair and pulling his
face to mine for a sexy wet kiss. He gropes my crotch  wrinkling my shorts,
then holds onto to my junk as we make out with my arms  around the back of his
neck keeping his face tightly against mine. My nose rubs  on his sweaty
cheek as I'm inhaling his fantastic sexy scent. I inhale  too long making
myself lightheaded, but he smells so good I couldn't stop. We  fall on the bed,
our sweaty chests slide together as we wrestle, kissing and  grabbing each
other's hard cocks through our shorts. His body feels so sexy, all  sweaty and
slippery rubbing against mine causing an electric current to run  through
me like what it might feel like taking a hit off some speed. We both do  some
low moaning, pressing ourselves together. We're getting sweatier in this
hot room but it's clean sweat not the BO kind. I like tasting the salty
sweat from his face. Mmmm, it makes my hard cock throb. Both our bodies are hard
 with good muscle definition. Robby's also has a touch of the so-called
six-pack  abs that are so sexy on this boy.


He's got a great  body and I'm loving the feel of it as we continue kissing
and wrestling until  the stronger Robby finally gets on top of me with my
arms pinned together. He  has his left hand holding both my wrists which I
could easily break loose from  except I don't want to. We're both dripping
with sweat, me on my back and Robby  straddling me. He unbuttons my shorts and
pulls down the zipper. This time my  boner stays put because it's trapped
sideways in my jockey-style underwear. I'm  looking at the tent in Robby's
shorts and wanting the tent pole up my ass. He  grins, "Helpless, huh?" I smirk
at him, then say in a faked scared voice, "What  are you going to do to
me?" He flips me over, doing it easier then I expected.  He pulls my shorts
down off my buttocks, unzipping his fly, grinning and saying,  "I'm gonna fuck
you." I pretend to struggle until I feel the wet head of  his cock at my
asshole, then I scrunch my ass up for him and still using  a phony scared
voice, I plead, "Don't hurt me, mister." Robby chuckles,  mumbling, "Oh, ya never
been fucked up the ass, eh?" He leans forward  pushing his fat four inch
boner right up my ass. I hold my breath, but not from  the pain which is
manageable. I'm holding my breath hoping he doesn't  notice the cum remnants
already up there.


He doesn't as he  groans, "Mmmm, this feels good," and lays fully on my
back, nibbling at my ear.  "You taste even better when you're sweaty, mmmm."
Robby's cock is a fat  one, but not as fat as Ryan's and only half as long,
although that doesn't mean  it feels half as good. In fact it's the opposite,
Robby's penis always has felt  the best inside me of anyone's and it has for
as long as I can remember. The  other half dozen or so cocks that have been
inside me never come close to  feeling as good as Robby's. They feel plenty
good, just not nearly as good as  Robby's. From the first time he fucked me
his cock has been the gold standard  for cocks penetrating my rectum.
That's probably because we fell in love during  our first year together and after
that all other sex is lacking something when  compared to Robby's. Recently
Ryan's cock has felt closer to the way Robby's  feels, but it's different
too. Robby is my first true love and first love is a  powerful thing.
Everything you do with your first love seems better than doing  it with anyone
else, at least as far as I'm concerned.

Robby's taking a  few deep breaths of arousal, then murmurs, "I've been
missing your perfect ass  something terrible." Still laying prone on me he
begins lifting and  lowering his hips fucking my ass awesomely. Full body
contact, his scent in my  head and his boner pumping my ass gets me teary
realizing how much I love doing  this with him. Steady fucking with quiet murmurs of
sexual pleasure from  both of us, and there's also the subtle but
noticeable, "Slap, slap, slap,"  sounds of his sweaty crotch smacking into my sweaty
butt cheeks. It gets my  balls rolling in my scrotum accumulating spunk and
getting hard. Robby's face is  next to mine, his left cheek against my right
one as he licks and kisses there  like every three or four humps up my ass.
It creates enormous amounts of arousal  in me, my body's shivering with
pleasure as I begin humping my ass up with  each thrusts of his hips driving
his hard penis inside me. The thrusts from  Robby get harder and faster now
and they continue for a few more deliciously  sexy minutes. We're a duet of
arousal-whines by now, desperate to climax. He  lifts off my back and goes up
on his knees grabbing my hips with both hands  pulling my ass up as he
pounds his cock inside me fast and hard for another  minute or so with me
squirming on the bed, my body getting stiff with my orgasm  in total control of my
brain. I gasp as if my fast approaching orgasm is a  surprise, then squeal
humping my hips with cum streaking from my hard penis, red  balloons bursting
in my brain. Robby's fingers dig into my hips slapping his  crotch against
my ass, "Slap,slap,slap," and just as another stream of cum flies  from my
cock I feel his ejaculation hit off my bowels, "Aaaah,  oooh!"

More hard fast  thrusts up my ass with Robby's breathing raggedly. Sizzling
sensations  around my groin as I shake and quietly moan, then shudder and
go limp. My ass is  squishy for Robby's last few lazy thrusts inside me, his
cum drooling out  and then he flops down on my back again. We're as sweaty
as I can ever remember  being and the thought drifts by my brain: 'Why the
fuck didn't we turn the air  conditioner on?' Heavy breathing from Robby, his
moist sweet breath on the side  of my face. We lay like this for a minute or
so, his now flaccid cock still up  my ass. "Oh my god, that was awesome,
Dylan. I think I remember how  fantastic sex with you is, but then when we're
having sex I realize my memory  never does it justice." "So, you're not
disappointed, is that what you're  telling me?" He quietly laughs, "Yeah, that's
what I'm saying, you nut." He  starts to get off me, but I go, "NO! Stay
like this for awhile. It feels good."  Settling back down on my back he
chuckles, and asks, "Why didn't we turn the air  conditioning on? It's almost as
hot in here as it was in the outdoor toilet"  Damn! He had to mention that
outdoor toilet. I go, "Um, no clue, Rob, I thought  about the air conditioner
when we came in, but was distracted by your sexiness.  Anyway I liked our
sweaty sex." He kisses my cheek and rubs my head, "Jesus,  it's stupid how
much I love you, Dylan, just plain stupid." I chuckle,  "There's something
wrong with that declaration of love. Stupid and love, I  don't know, do they go
together?" He goes, "Um, how's this: it's brilliant  how much I love you. Is
that better?" I go, "Not perfect, but better,  yeah."


He rolls off me  pulling his cock from my ass with a wet sucking, "Flup,"
sound when the fat head  pops out. Robby lays next to me on his stomach with
his arm over my back. "Maybe  I should marry you in Vegas tomorrow. I'd feel
better about the rest of your  time with that boyfriend-stealing Wilcox." I
grin, "Maybe you should. Ya got the  ring?" He mutters, "Well, you have the
engagement ring. It's hidden in  your bureau drawer at home. I can use this
friendship ring as a wedding  band. It's the one I bought both of us for
your last birthday." Then, instead of  carrying on with the pretend Vegas
wedding, we talk about how we'll soon be  twenty-one. That's a humongous
milestone for a guy. After that we talk about me  coming home three weekends from
now and how Robby will make sure he has both  days free of work and meetings
to be with me. Then my cell phone beeps and I  pull my shorts up and reach
in my pocket. It's a text from Chubby: This place  is rocking, Dylan. I'll
drive back and get Robby and you. I tell Robby that  apparently Spider and
Chubby went to the garage bar after all, and he asks,  "Should we go?" I shrug,
"I don't know 'cause ya never know what Chubby might  mean by 'rocking'. I
didn't believe him for a minute that everyone there is a  grungy derelict."
Robby goes, "How big could that garage be anyway?" We asked  each other if
we should go a couple more times and then I text back that we'll  come a
little later and add that I'll text him then and he can confirm the place  is
still 'rocking'. Chubby text back that he'll be here in a hour. He says Robby
and I are going back with him then, and that's final. Huh, Chubby can make
decisions.


I look at Robby,  "He says he'll be here to pick us up in an hour." Robby
goes, "Yeah, okay, I'd  kinda like to see what that place is all about. I
mean, how many times am I  going to be in a Georgia garage bar, ya know?" I nod
wondering why he didn't say  he wanted to see the garage bar in the first
place. Rubbing his head I look for  a compliment, asking, "How do ya like
your haircut?" He grins going up on his  side, a forearm on the bed for
support, "I think my haircut's awesome because  you did it for me." He's looking
down at me tracing the pad of his finger down  my nose, "You have the most
perfect nose I've ever seen on anyone and it goes  perfectly with every other
perfect feature of your face." I look serious and  mumble, "I know," and he
laughs, saying, "It's true," and I say, "I know," then  I have to laugh too.
"Tell me more, Rob," and he says, "Ya know, I really miss  giving you
haircuts. Oh fuck, I miss everything we used to do together and  I'm never taking
a single thing about you for granted ever again. You being away  made me
realize how much I depend on you, and love everything about you,  and love
every minute we spend together." I say, "Me too, Rob," and  he chuckles, but I
was serious that time. I go, "No, really, I feel the  same way about you.
This separation was good for us." He goes, "A week  separation would have
reminded us the same thing," and I'm like, "No it  wouldn't," and he says, "Yes,
it would," and I mutter, "Wouldn't," and he goes,  "Would," then he
collapses on me and we get into another hot  make-out.


Robby still tastes good as our sweaty  faces slide together again with us
sucking lips, licking each other and  kissing. Our busy tongues are together
in my mouth while our bare chests  make a subtle squeaky sound sliding
sweatily  together. It's  sexily delicious squirming against one another and it
goes on for quite  awhile putting me in some kind of a dreamy trance. It's a
beautiful thing,  our cocks hard and throbbing. Beautiful and thrilling to
be turned-on sexually  to this degree and knowing Robby is too. He's all over
me, finally getting me  turned over. I'm on my knees with my forearms on
the mattress. We both need 'it'  again right now so he pulls my shorts down,
then rustling around behind me  pulling his down past his nuts. He lets out a
long exhale and mounts me again.  His boner sliding tightly up my ass with
Robby making a gasping sound while  I grunt, "Ooh, aah!" He grabs my hips
and begins pounding his hard cock up my  ass fast, "Slapslapslapslap," sounds
fill the room as I grovel on the bed moving  my knees on the mattress and
biting a pillow and smothering some of my  moans of deep sexual pleasure. His
hard fat quickly-moving boner tantalizes my  anus with me tightening my
buttock's muscles moving my head side to side loving  how it feels to be fucked
by my true lover. My prostate is sizzling with  constant pleasure for a
deliciously long time before I'm gasping, "Rob, ah, ah,  oooh," then my squeal
as my hips hump so hard I end up flat on the bed as cum  shoots from my cock
underneath me and I feel the creamy warm wetness on my  belly. Another hump
and another shot of cum with Robby laying flat on me, now  desperately
humping against my ass shooting his seed inside me one more  time.


I'm weak now, limp  and weak with Robby's dead weight on my back and his
heart thundering against me  while he takes gasping breaths. A minute later
all is quiet with a drip, drip,  drip of sweat from Robby's forehead pinging
against my cheek near my lips. One  last deep breath and Robby mumbles, "The
hair on the back of your head feels  like sandpaper." I mumble, "Only until
I return to you, darling." We both laugh,  "That doesn't work when you say
it either, Dylan." I'm like, "Right! Scratch  that term of endearment." Then
as our breathing returns to normal I want more  sex with Robby, "Let me suck
your cock, Rob," and he gets on his side as I  shimmy down the mattress and
take his cock in my mouth. After sucking it for a  minute or so I take it
out and hold it in my fingers, saying, "Before we go  to sleep later tonight
I want to lick your whole body and rim your ass until you  cum." Robby goes,
"That'll be nice," and we both laugh acknowledging we might be  a little
bit oversexed. It's wonderful being with Robby again. I suck his penis  into
another boner and he fucks me for another ten minutes dripping with
perspiration. Both of us are hoping for another orgasm but his dick gets  too
sensitive, so a third orgasm never happens. He pulls it out, muttering,  "Ouch,
that thing smarts."


Laying together in  a puddle of perspiration and semen we're gently rubbing
each others body  discussing which one of us should turn on the air
conditioner. Then there's a  pounding on our door. I go, "That'll be my beloved
brother who's come to take us  to a southern garage bar." Robby says, "I wonder
if they serve hot wings there?"  and for some reason that makes us laugh. I
yell, "Just a minute, Chub!" Robby  and I get off the bed pulling up our
shorts. Opening the door, Chubby grins,  "Ready?" I go, "Do we need to wear
shirts? What's the dress code for a garage  bar anyway?" Chubby goes, "Hmmm, I
think at least a jockstrap is required."  Robby and I take a minute to wash
up in the bathroom, then pull on clean  t-shirts, then step into sneakers,
sans socks. I put on Ryan's Merrimack  baseball cap and say, "Let's go."
Walking to the car Robby's mumbling, "I don't  suppose there's any chance the
beers you've had the last two hours helped sober  you up at all." Chubby
chuckles  "No, not really. You drive." I get in  the back asking, "Spider's
still there?" and Chubby goes, "Yep, that boy is a  party animal!" As Robby
pulls out of the parking lot, I'm like, "How big is this  garage?" Chubby turns
around to look at me, "It's not actually a garage. It was  rental storage
units at one time. They went out of business because it's not in  a real nice
area and this guy bought the first line of rental units,  knocked out the
dividing walls and made a twenty foot wide, hundred foot long  bar out of it.
The word is he pays off the sheriff of the hick town it's in  and runs the
place without a license. It's the worse kept secret in Georgia.  Very popular
place!" We're on the highway now so talking is restricted because  of the
road noise.


Twenty-five  minutes later Chubby instructs Robby to turn onto a dark road,
headlights  showing lots of potholes to avoid. We drive past falling down
warehouses we can  just make-out in the light of a quarter moon. Then we pass
what once was a  chicken processing plant that's retained some of the odors
associated with that  nasty business. A hundred yards up from that there's
is a light, that  Chubby says, "That's where you turn. At the light." The
road curves sharply to  the right and then we see lots of cars parked across
from a brightly lit one  floor, long building. Robby parks at the end of a
row of cars and pickup trucks.  We get out and Chubby holds his arms out, "Ta
da, there it is, the famous  garage bar." I ask, "How'd ya ever find it the
first time?" He goes, "We  had the girls with us." It's not a building. It's
one of three rows of  attached garages or storage units. The two rows
behind the garage bar are  falling apart and there's nothing but pitch dimly lit
night around the brightly  lit garage bar as far as I can see. In daylight
there are probably other  buildings falling apart if we turned left at the
light.


The lit-up row of  storage sheds all have closed garage-type doors except
the middle two. They're  open with a eight inch post separating the doors.
Straight ahead of the  open doors, about twelve feet back, is a bar that's as
wide as these two  doors. People are milling around in the bar area as a
country and western band  plays somewhere to our left with people doing a
funny kind of dance. Lots of  guys and girls wearing western garb, but not
everyone. I see a few  young guys wearing Oshkosh bid overalls without shirts.
There's a sign  over the opening that says: '$5 cover charge. No one under
twenty-one will  be admitted!'  I look at Chubby and he says, "They take your
word for  it."


We approach the  bouncer at the entrance. A very white man who could be
anywhere from thirty  to fifty years old. He's wearing black skinny jeans,
cowboy boots, and a black  wife-beater t-shirt. The kind with thin strips over
the shoulders. He's  shaved his head and his arms have full tattoo sleeves
with a tattoo of a  cobra on his neck. Dark sunglasses and a tuft of white
chest hair peeking  out the top of his t-shirt. The poor guy's gotta be an
albino and he looks like  one scary dude. Robby and I kinda hang back behind
Chubby who bumps fists with  the bouncer, saying, "Yo, Bruce, I'm back." Bruce
has a sweet smile and a  friendly, "So you are, Jeff, and I see you brought
your brother and his friend."  To me he asks, "Are you twenty-one, Dylan?"
Surprised he knows my name, I nod my  head giving a hesitant smile as Bruce
nods, then smiles at Robby, "You too,  Rob?" Robby says, "Well, I will be..."
and Chubby says, "He means, yes." Another  really nice smile from Bruce,
"Have a good time, boys," and we go in without  paying the cover charge. Chubby
says, "Nice guy, huh? He's a senior at St,  Joe's, that's a college in
Philly." Oh, I guess he isn't between thirty and  fifty years old after all.
Strange dude though so Robby and I exchange  'looks', then follow Chubby to the
bar as Robby mumbles to me, "Ya can't tell a  book by it's cover, huh?"
Meaning the bouncer who's now laughing and greeting a  group of girls, hugging a
couple of them. I'm looking around but don't see any  of the derelicts
Chubby inferred made-up most of the garage bar's cliental. Huh,  I don't know if
I'm relieved or disappointed.


The country band  sounds very much like a rock band at the moment. Rock
band with a lead singer  who's singing about somebody's 'home grown honey'.
Chubby buys a round of beers  in green bottles called 'Black Jack'. It's a
lager that reminds me of Rolling  Rock, or maybe that's just because it's in a
green bottle. There's a lot  of dancing going on to the right and left of the
entrance area. Most of the  dancers are now doing a line dance of which I'm
not familiar. There's lots of  shouting, laughing over the music making for
a loud boisterous bar, club,  whatever it is. It's a lively spot, that's
for sure, and I'm not picking up any  trouble vibes which kinda surprises me.
There appears to be more  girls than guys. Many of both sexes are easily
into their thirties, but a  lot of twenty-something year olds too. There's also
a few same sex couples  dancers which surprises the hell out of me. Huh!
Chubby tells us, "Spider's  holding a table for us," so Robby and I follow
him. I'm looking ahead and behind  me at this hundred foot long bar. Quite an
interesting joint! Everyone seems  happy with smiles on their faces and
there's laughter all around me. Not what  I expected. Cowboy and cowgirl attire
is the most prevalent, but  t-shirts and shorts are a close second, so we
don't stand out.


We get a big  greeting from boozy Spider with hugs all around and then he
introduces us to Millie, who's the girl with the missing two front teeth.
Other than that she's a cute perky little thing wearing a short skirt,  a
cowgirl long-sleeve shirt, cowgirl boots, and a cowgirl hat. She and  Spider
are drinking some sort of mixed drink in plastic cups. We sit and Chubby  asks
Spider, "Where's Dolly Parton?" Spider says, "Jennet's in the little girl's
 room." Trying hard not to, but I find myself glancing at Millie's missing
teeth  and she catches me giving me a grin, saying, "A temporary situation,
Dylan. I  was in a car accident last month and my teeth got knocked out on
the steering  wheel. I'll be getting a permanent bridge next week. For now I
do a lot of  lisping just for shits and giggles." I blush a, little bobbing
my head,  muttering, "Oh, I didn't notice, Millie." She laughs, "Liar," and
I blush  again, then gulp down some beer. She makes a whistling sound when
she says  the letter 'S'. Like the word lisp came out as 'lithe' along with a
whistle. I'm  doing a lot of nose rubs hiding my grin at her funny speech.
She says, "How  'bout that hot sun today," sounding like 'hot wun'  and the
word 'so'  sounds like 'doe' and so forth. You get used to it after awhile.
Then the girl,  Jennet, who Chubby called Dolly Parton shows up and I see
why he calls her  Dolly. Huge headlights on a petite body. She's barely five
foot tall  wearing too much make-up. Exaggerated red lipstick on full sexy
lips. She'd be  prettier without all the make-up. Robby and I get introduced
and Dolly, um,  Jennet, gives both Robby and me a kiss on the cheek leaving
an outline of her  lips that we're wiping at, smearing it. We're both
blushing because it's hard  not to stare at her huge tits. Both girls are really
friendly and nice in  a hometown country kind of way. I think they're
exaggerating their  country twang for us Yankee boys. Spider's and Chubby's chairs
are close to  the girls' chairs with an arm draped  around the girls. Then
Dolly gets up  and sits on Chubby's lap with her arm around his neck. She
takes her hat off and  puts it on Chubby, saying, "You'd make an awfully cute
cowboy,  Jeff."


Everyone at the  table is smoking except Spider who's bitching about the
smoke and telling  us the dangers of tobacco. Chubby says, "Everything you
know about tobacco,  Spider, could be written on the back of a fucking postage
stamp"  Dolly says, "Oh Jeffrey sweetheart, profanity is a sign of
ignorance."  Chubby gives her a squeeze, smiling and saying, "That was an obscenity,
Dolly, not a profanity. Get your shit together, girl. And, that was a
vulgarity, by the way, shit is." She smiles sweetly, saying, "Fuck  you, honey,
we don't need a vocabulary lesson." The girls get into telling  us the
reasons living in Georgia is far superior to life in  any northeastern state with
Chubby bantering back and forth with them  making-up bogus benefits for
living in Framingham, Massachusetts. Both couples  are very funny together, but
Robby and me feel a little left out of it.  When those four get up to
dance, Chubby says, "Hold the table for us,  Dylan?" I nod, "Sure thing, bro."
They all join in a line dance so I stand up to  watch Chubby doing his own
version of the dance. Oh man, he has everyone  laughing. He's yelling that
everyone but him is out of step. More people join in  the line dance and I lose
sight of Chubby so I sit down and Robby says, "I'm  going to get us another
round of drinks. Do you know what Spider and Millie are  drinking?" I shrug,
"Not really, just get beers for everybody."


I feel a little  self conscious sitting at the table by myself so I light
another cigarette,  then a young guy sits down in Robby's seat, saying,
"Excuse me, this is a little  embarrassing but my friends and I think we saw you
on TV. Were you in an HBO  series?" I shake my head giving him a grin, "No,
that wasn't me." He's  kinda cute, asking, "You sure?" He's wearing a cowboy
hat, a North Carolina  University t-shirt and shorts. I can't see what's on
his feet, but it'd be cool  if he had on cowboy boots with the shorts. He
holds out his hand, "I'm Rex." I  do a one-shake handshake, "I'm Dylan, nice
to meet you, Rex," and grinning, I  ask, "Where are these friends of your's
who thought I was on HBO?" He smirks  pointing to three guys sitting at a
table. Average looking college-age guys. Rex  leans closer, saying, "Don't
look at them okay? I've got a twenty dollar bet  that you'll dance with me." I
raise my eyebrows, "You're gay?" He goes, "NO!  It's just a thing we do. Bet
each other we won't do something crazy, like me  asking a guy to dance.
I'll split the twenty with you." I go, "Well, at the  moment I'm saving the
table for my friends." He asks, "How 'bout when they come  back?" i shrug,
"Sure," and he goes, "Who's the babe with the ginormous tits?"  Chuckling, I go,
"The young lady's name is Jennet, nicknamed Dolly." He nods his  head,
"Yeah, that works. How about it, a dance when your friends get back?" I  look
him in the eyes, saying, "Yeah, but I should ask my boyfriend when he gets
back with the beers." Rex looks startled pulling his head back, muttering,
"Boyfriend?" I go, "Yeah, we're gay," and he chuckles, "Bullshit alert!" as
Robby comes over with six bottles of Black Jack in a six-pack  carrier.


Robby puts the  beers on the table, asking, "Who's this?" and I introduce
Rex, who asks, "Are  you gay, Rob?"  Robby looks at me with an expression
like, 'What the  fuck?' I laugh and explain the situation. Robby grins, "Well,
Rex, Dylan's  my boyfriend so if you want to dance with him you'll need to
get one of your  friends to dance with me." We open two beers and chug some
looking at Rex  who's grinning, then says, "I'll be right back." He goes over
to explain  developments to his buddies. Rex qualifies as cute in a
untraditional way,  meaning when he gets older he'll probably be kinda odd looking,
but now he's  young and he grins a lot, so he's cute. He's maybe two inches
shorter than me  and probably about my age and, as I said, he's got an
awesome grin and  there's something 'fun' about him. Robby goes, "Only you would
attract this kind  of craziness." I go, "Don't blame me! I was just sitting
here and he came over  and sat down with this proposal to win twenty
bucks." Robby laughs, then says, "Do you know how  to do that dance they're
doing?" I watch the dancers who are done with the line  dance and doing something
else as couples now. Shrugging, I  go, "It doesn't look that complicated."


The boys at the  other table are laughing and then flipping coins to see
who has to dance with  the other gay boy. Rex comes back to our table smiling
with another guy about  our size who isn't wearing a cowboy hat but he's got
cowboy boots on and I see  that Rex does as well. Cowboy boots and shorts...
cool, and he's got sexy legs  too. His t-shirt reads, 'John Deere, Owner's
Edition'. They sit down, "This is  Charlie. He'll dance with Rob." We bump
fists as Robby and I grin at each other,  then I say, "Frankly boys, we didn't
expect you'd call our bluff," and Charlie  points at Rex, "Well, y'all
should know we always suspected Rex of being a homo  anyway, no offense
intended." I go, "None taken." I said that using a western  twang in my voice which
gets Rex and Charlie chuckling. Robby says, "We don't  know how to do that
dance," as he points his thumb over his shoulder in the  general direction of
the dance floor. There are two dance floors, one on  this side of the long
bar. The dance floor takes up half the room, the other  half is taken up by
tables. Then there's the same set-up on the other side of  the bar/entrance
area. The band's at the far end of the other side, but speakers  every
twenty feet down the back wall make it sound like the band's right next to  us.
Charlie says, "That there's called the two step dance and a retard could
learn it in two minutes." I ask, "How long for someone who's not a retard?" and
 he goes, "Five minutes," and we all laugh a little.


Rex has a baby  face without a hint of a beard while Charlie has a sexy
short, almost full  beard. Chubby, Spider and the girls return with Dolly
laughing as Chubby feels  up one of her big headlights. I introduce everyone as
Rex and Charlie exchange  smirking 'looks' when Millie lisps a whistling,
"Howdy, boys." Then she  points at Charlie, whistling, "Ya know, Charlie, you
were in my lit class senior  year." He goes, "Oh yeah, I didn't recognize you
without your front um, ah, how  ya doing, Millie?" She laughs and Chubby
asks, "Whadda we doing?" I explain and  he says, "Okay then, start dancing so
we can have our seats back. Charlie and  Rex look over at their buddies, who
are laughing and yelling, "Dance, boys!" We  all stand up with me holding
Rex's hand. He laughs and blushes cutely, then  takes my baseball cap off,
puts his cowboy hat on my head and my hat on his with  the bill backwards.


The two step is  easy and we get right into it with Rex only correcting my
moves once. "You learn  fast, Dylan," and I go, "You sure you're not gay?
You'd be good at it." His  cheek brushes mine, then he blushes and does a
nervous little laugh. Rex  has a cute boyish personality. Robby and Charlie
never stop laughing because  Robby's a spazz when it comes to dancing, which is
odd because he's  graceful playing the infield in baseball. Here's the
weirdest thing: people look  at us with grins, not frowns of disapproval. They
see we're laughing and  grinning. I assume they recognize we're goofing
around, four drunk cowboys or  something like that. It's cool holding a straight
boy's hand while dancing. I  like looking into Rex's pretty blue eyes too.
They're a darker shade of blue  than Robby's and mine. This close to him I
realize he doesn't quite have the  baby face I first thought because I see
silky pale-brown downy hairs of a  baby mustache on his upper lip. He's kinda
hot. We dance to two  country/western versions of what he called two-step
dancing. Both times to a  medium fast beat and then it's back to a line dance
which is a little more  intricate, but once you get the moves down they're
repeated over and over. After  that we've have enough dancing for the time
being.


Back at the table  Chubby's talking so we stand here listening to him. It'd
be rude of Robby and me  to sit leaving Rex and Charlie standing alone.
Chubby's in the middle of some  bull shit double talk that's got everyone's
attention. He says to Millie and  Jennet, "Ya got your two great families of
wine," and Rex chimes in with, "Yeah,  red and white which lacks something in
the way of new information." Chubby gives  him a blank stare, then says, "I
was talking about screw-top and cork top, with  pop-top and bottle-cap a
variation of screw-tops." I go, Talking about wines  again, huh? You're turning
into a fuckin' Frenchman." Chubby grins, "No, no, I'm  using deodorant,"
and Spider sounds skeptical, saying, "Yeah, like that's  gonna last." Chubby's
chuckling looking at the girls sitting next to him,  "As I was saying,
girls, before the rude interruption," and Millie says, "You  was saying about
screw-tops." Chub goes, "Right! So among the screw-tops you got  your three
basic families: fruit taste, Kool-Aid, and miscellaneous." Charlie  goes,
"Hey, I think I had some of that. Me and dirty-Mike were going through  Tifton,
Georgia, in a hurry  and..." Chubby interrupts, "Ya wanna hear about  wine or
ya wanna bull shit?"


Rex chuckles,  nudges my side and I step a few feet away from the table
laughing at the way  Chubby says things. Grinning at me, Rex holds my hand,
saying, "It was kinda  cool holding another boy's hand dancing. I like the feel
of it and...  well I know goddamn well you've heard this before, but you're
way better looking  than any girl I've ever dated." I shrug, "Yeah, everybody
tells me that," and he  laughs dropping his forehead on my shoulder,
saying, "Dude, I wish you lived  around here." I ask, "Would you like a blow job,
Rex?" and he laughs  hysterically, then stops and says with a serious
expression on his face, "Yeah,  I would." We walk back to the table with him
smirking at me.  Ten to  one Rex is another cock teaser just like Bud and Dog?


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
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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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