Date: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 09:27:15 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  21

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  21


by  Donny  Mumford




The room Robby and I just had  sex in is presently lit only by pale
security lights. We're sitting here almost  naked stupidly gawking at the
flashlight bean in the corridor that's moving  closer and closer to us. This can't be
good. I look at Robby, who mutters,  "Fuck," then jumps up to hurriedly
pull on his underpants, telling me to do the  same. We're barely back in our
clothes when a strong flashlight beam surrounds  us. "Put your hands on top of
your head. Both of you!" We do that as another  flashlight beam joins the
first, blindingly bright now. I close my eyes and look  away. Robby demands,
"Turn those flashlights off!" One of the flashlight guys  clicks on the
overhead lights as the other one says, "What are you two doing in  here?" Now
that the flashlights are off I can see two Framingham cops standing  inside
the doorway. To the cop's question, Robby says, "What's it to you? My  father
owns this company." The tall cop says, "Yeah, I'll bet he does. Why would
you be here with the lights off on a Sunday night, smart ass?" Robby says,
"If  you must know I'm doing an errand for my dad." Both Framingham cops have
a gun  pointed at us, the flashlights now held at their sides. Robby goes,
"Guns?  Really?" Putting away their guns, the tall cop says, "Doing an
errand, huh? Why  don't I believe that? The next thing you'll tell me the Pope's
Jewish." The  short one chuckles, then says, "Alright you two, turn around
and keep your hands  on your head." I do that, but not Robby, he goes, "Are
you both deaf? I just  told you my father owns this company. I was doing an
errand for him, dropping  off reports. My friend here kept me company."
Looking back I see the short  stocky cop glance at the table with the empty beer
bottles. He goes, "Drinking  beer, were you?" Robby, who still hasn't turned
around like he was told  to, says, "No, we weren't, but so what if we were.
This is private  property in case you missed me telling you that the first
two times. Private  property owned by my father." The cops exchange glances,
then the tall one  says,"Lets see some identification." My back is to them
as I get my wallet out  and hold my driver's license back to them. The stout
cop takes it. Robby's  holding his license out to the tall cop. I watch the
tall one look at Robby's  license, then at the sign on the wall that reads,
"Dickers Landscape and  Design". The tall cop says to Robby, "Okay, call
your father and then hand me  the phone... if you don't mind." Sarcasm dripping
off every  word.


Robby lets out an exasperated  exhale mumbling something under his breath
that I can't make out as he calls on  his cell phone. "Hi, mom, is dad
there?" Robby's glaring at the cops defiantly.  Way to go, Rob!  Then, "Hi dad,
some Framingham police officers would like  a word with you," and the tall cop
takes the phone. With less arrogance, he  says, "Who am I speaking to
please?" Then I hear the cop explain who he is and  that during a routine check
of the building he saw a pickup parked outside and  upon checking the front
door found it ajar. Oops, I didn't close it all the way  I guess. The cop
talks for less than a minute then hand the phone back to Robby,  saying, "Just
doing our job, sir. Sorry to bother you. Have a nice day."  Everything they
say is without an ounce of sincerity, in almost a mocking tone.  Like when
they say, "Sir', it sounds like they're saying, 'Asshole,' from their  tone
of voice. There's no sense of 'we're on the same side'. It's like it's the
police against the public and no matter if a particular member of the public
is  committing a crime or not. Robby says, "A nice day? Do you mean 'have a
nice  night?'" They ignore that and leave, saying, "Be sure the front door
is locked  and the alarm is reset." Robby just glares at them. When they're
gone, Robby  looks at me and shrugs, muttering, "Guess they are doing their
jobs, but could  they be a bit more civil about it." I mutter, "The police
are a bunch of  legalized bullies. Being civil isn't in their DNA." Yeah, and
they've screwed-up  the lover's mood Robby and I had going for us too. Robby
gives me a halfhearted  grin, mumbling, "Yeah, a couple of assholes. Come
on, I'll give you a ride  home."


Outside the building Robby  gives the front door a hard slam, then checks
to see it's secure, asking me, "Do  you need a ride back to college tomorrow
morning?" I take his right hand in both  of mine and hold it, then lean over
to kiss his cheek, saying, "My man! You put  those cops in their place,
Rob." He grins, "How about the ride back to college  tomorrow morning?" I go,
"Oh, nah, I guess I'll get a ride back with Chubby.  Hey, our moms are taking
us out to dinner tonight. You wanna join us? Please!"  He shakes his head,
"Thanks, but attending Sunday dinner with my family is  mandatory. When you
and me are married you'll be expected to join us too." Hmmm,  his family has
too many family activities, but no need to concern myself with  that now.
As we walk to the pickup I'm feeling sexual heat for Robby, so I  mumble,
"Sure, whatever you say, you're the boss, Rob." I'm still holding his  hand
with both of mine and when we get to the pickup Robby leans against it with  me
staring into his pretty blue eyes. He grins at me, "Am I suppose to drive
with one hand, baby?" I blush, "Um, you're so cute and sexy, Rob," letting
go of  his hand, I hug him with both arms, squeezing him against me. What a
hot body he  has! I run my fingers up the back of his head pulling his face
to mine for  another kiss. Robby humps his groin into mine and kisses back,
then breaks away,  "I gotta get going, Dylan. Go ahead and get in the pickup
now." I nod my head  real fast, "Okay, Rob," and hurry around to get in the
passenger side. I  continue staring at his cute face on the way to my condo
as we talk about our  sexy love-making in the office and admit we both were
pissing our pants when we  first saw the flashlight beam. I go, "You showed
a lot of balls talking back to  those cops." He chuckles, "I don't know how
much balls I'd have shown if it was  two burglars holding a gun on us. Even
in the blinding flashlight beam I could  see from their knees down and
recognized the Gestapo boots the Framingham cops  wear. I knew I was in the right
so I got a little mouthy with 'em. You don't get  a chance to mouth-off to
cops very often." I mutter, "Just about, um, never.  This was a first, but
you were awesome, Rob. It's like I knew you'd take charge  of the situation
so I wasn't real worried about it. I didn't have a doubt you'd  handle it."


At the curb below my condo, I lean way  over and give him a kiss goodbye,
then kiss him again real fast, saying, "You're  an awesome head of the
household, Rob." He says, "Call me 'Robby', okay?" I say,  "Sure, Rob." We grin at
each other, then I undo my seatbelt and slide all the  way over to him on
the bench seat and put my arms around his neck, "Robby, I  love you with all
my heart and I can't wait until we're married and living  together so I can
be with you always." He says, "That's what I like to hear,  baby," and he
kisses my lips, mumbling, "Don't lose that thought, but I gotta  get going or
I'll be late for dinner." I nod my head feeling a gooey kind of  sexual heat
mixed with admiration for Robby. With my arms still around his neck  I kiss
him again, hugging him tightly as I mumble, "Don't leave, I want you to
fuck me again right now. I'll rim your ass and suck your cock as long as you
want." He runs his fingers through my hair, chuckling, "This is the kind of
devotion from you I've been praying for the past  three years, baby, but I
gotta get going." Snuggling against  him, I murmur, "I'm not letting go of
you," and rub my nose against his. He  says, "I wish I could stay. Hey, I'll
make you happy tonight if we go back to  Merrimack after we both have
dinner." Again I nod my head  real fast, the way Ryan used to do it, saying,
"Alright. Definitely, Robby,  you're my man and if you say we're going back
tonight, that's what we're gonna  do." He chuckles, mumbling, "I'm your man, heh
heh. No, it's  just that we'd need to get up wicked early tomorrow morning,
so going back  tonight is just a smarter move. Plan ahead, ya know." I kiss
his lips quickly,  then grin at him with my dick getting hard, saying, "You
always have the best ideas, Rob, um, I mean, Robby. Kiss me again." I
snuggle  into him some more and lift up off the seat, my knee going between his
legs, my  back against the steering wheel. I kiss his lips three times fast,
then hold the  side of my face against his. He rubs through my hair again,
"This is nice, but you need to go on up to your place now, baby. I gotta get
moving or I'll be late for dinner. I'll text you after dinner and we'll
meet  someplace for the trip back to college." I say, "Don't leave," and he
sternly  says, "Dylan! Do what I told you!" I mutter, "Oh, okay,  Robby," and
reluctantly let go of him, then grinning, I kiss him again,  mumbling, "I
love you." He nods his head, "Yeah, me too, now get going.  Please."


Hopping out of the pickup I adjust the hard boner in my pants. As I stand
here groping myself I notice Chubby's and my Jeep parked at the curb two
cars up  from the pickup. I wave and blow Robby a kiss, then watch him drive
away.  I got this wickedly hard boner from just hugging and kissing my main
man  and, whoa, is he hot! Checking my watch as I'm going up the step's I see
it's  quarter to seven. Those cops made me late, but it's worth it seeing
Robby make  asses of them. No message from Chubby yet and we're suppose to
meet the moms at  the restaurant around seven o'clock. At least I know Chubby's
here.  I'm  smelling the back of my hand as my mind goes to Robby again. I
realize something  new has crept into my thinking, something very exciting.
Lately, especially  tonight, Robby's creating in me the kind of sexual heat
I felt Ryan and Sonny  generating in the past. Of course with those two it
was just sexual heat, but  with Robby it's the heat plus the lover's sexual
sensations I've felt for him  for some time now. This kind of heat's been
missing with Robby until very  recently. I grope myself again going into my
condo. Man, I got it bad for him  like I've never felt before. This is so
perfect except I know from experience I  have a tendency to overdo it when I'm
feeling this hot for someone. The heat,  plus being in love with him is
something new, so I gotta watch myself. I don't  want to be throwing myself at
Robby and looking foolish. It's human nature he'd  begin taking me for granted
if I start acting the way I just did in the pickup  all the time. It's not
that Robby would take me for granted 'consciously', but  it can happen
subconsciously when you know someone's always going to be there at  your beck and
call and constantly kissing your ass. I wonder how this new  feeling came
about? It's not like I wasn't fully loving our sex before, because  I was.
With Robby it's been dreamy lover's sex for months now and I guess that
started when that twin boyfriend bullshit arrangement came about. I was the one
taking Robby for granted back then, that is until I saw him leaning towards
favoring Ryan last spring. Ryan was kissing Robby's ass and showing him the
kind  of devotion I should have been demonstrating for someone I love and
adore. Huh,  it's a balancing act of sorts. Show affection and don't be afraid
of kissing his  ass a little too, but don't overdo it. Sexual heat can
control your brain if you  don't watch out. That's all well and good, but I have
uber hot's for Robby  now... big time! It makes me feel all squirmy and
gooey inside so I wanna show  him how I feel. He deserves that much, and it's
long overdo if I'm honest about  it. Oh man, the way he talked to those cops
this evening. Head of the household  indeed!




I don't have time for a shower so I wash up real well  in the bathroom and
then text Chubby. He text right back that he's out of the  shower and he'll
be ready to leave in five minutes. I hurry to get dressed, then  try doing
something with my hair. Nothing to be done with it though. That  fucking Ryan
and his lack of barbering skills! No, that's not fair. The poor kid  tried
his best. Maybe Sonny can straighten it out next weekend. It's apparently
my fate in life to have extremely short haircuts, but so what? They're cool
and  actually the personal choice of a lot of guys. With me it's someone
else's  choice, but I don't really mind all that much. As I'm hurriedly changing
my  clothes I can't get my mind off Robby. He was so in-charge all evening.
Oh god,  it's so fucking sexy to see him being the  man! Ha ha, I was doing
everything the cops said like a wimp, but Robby's  like, 'What the fuck?'
Heh heh, that was so cool! There were times during the  couple of years I
dated Willie, especially later in our Key West week, when he  was so
confidently in-charge I did anything he told me to do. This is soooo  fucking
different with Robby though, it's not even comparable actually. Robby  does it with
love. He's almost reluctantly in-charge, but there's no denying  his
confidence is way up there now. Oh man, I wish he and I were going out to  dinner
at our Italian restaurant tonight. That'll have to wait until next  Saturday
night though.


When I meet Chubby outside, his cute welcoming smile registers in my  brain
and thoughts of Robby are replaced with all the memories of Chubby's and
my times together. Chubby's so cool, and talk about confidence! Holy shit,
Chubby's confidence has always been off the charts. I hug him and kiss his
lips.  He's taken aback a little by my exuberance I guess, as he says, "Yo
Dylan, bro,  take it easy. How ya doing?" I go, "Awesome, Chub, how 'bout you?"
He squeezes  my hand, saying, "Dinner with you and the moms. How do you
think I'm doing?  Awesome doesn't cover it." I grin and squeeze his hand,
mumbling, "You got that  right, bro." At the Jeep Chubby asks, "You wanna drive?"
I say, "Does a cat have  an asshole? Of course I want to drive." We get in
and during the drive to the  restaurant that our moms waitress at, I tell
him Robby and I are going back to  college after dinner. Chubby asks, "What
about my haircut?" I reach over and run  my fingers through his hair, saying,
"Oh man, you've got nice hair, but  tomorrow, okay?" He says, "Yeah, that's
cool. I just want a trim anyway. I'm  letting it grow out so I can have a
ponytail." I go, "What? A ponytail, that's a  new one." He goes, "Yeah, I need
a new look. Actually it's Judy's idea, but I  want to try it. It'll be
cool." I ask, "Judy Rinker? She tried to pick me up  first ya know?" He shrugs,
"So what? Anyway, I'm well aware that if you were  straight I'd be getting
all your rejects as sloppy seconds, so ya know." I go,  "Oh, that is just so
wrong, Chubby!" He chuckles, "Fortunately for me you're  gay." I ask,
"You're kidding about getting my rejects, but do you ever wish I  was straight."
He says, "I wouldn't change one single thing about you, bro. Not  one single
thing," and he sort of choked up saying that. I glance at him, but  he's
looking out the side window as I mumble, "Thanks, Chubby. Same to you."  Wonder
what brought that on?


In the restaurant parking lot I'm like, "Wow, it's crowded for a Sunday
night, huh Chub?" He shrugs and when we're inside we stand with a group of
diners waiting to be seated. We don't see the moms, so Chubby mumbles, "The
moms  are even later than we are." I'm like, "As usual. Jeez, it's crowded
tonight.  Hope the moms made a reservation." Then I hear, "Yo, Dylan," and
there's Vinnie  looking spiffy wearing a sport jacket. "Hey, Vinnie, don't you
look cool  tonight." He goes, "Yeah, how 'bout this shit?" and he holds his
arms out  modeling his blue blazer. He feels he needs to explain the sport
coat, "Dodger  has to eat Sunday dinner with his family so I'm stuck going out
to dinner with  my mom and dad.  My dad insists on sport jackets when
eating out." I say,  "Well, you look good. Yeah, I know about Sunday dinners at
the Dickers' because  Robby also has to be home for Sunday dinner. When he's
home from college  anyway." Vinnie's like, "Yeah, their family has this
antediluvian thing about  Sunday dinners and doing stuff together." I mutter,
"I'm not even going to ask  you what the fuck that means, Vinnie. I see you're
in your brainiac frame of  mind tonight." He grins, shrugging, "Can't help
it, I'm with mom and dad. I  could have said you gave me a postlapsarian
smile when you saw me tonight." I  go, "I did not do whatever you just said.
Anyway I'm glad you didn't say that  smile thing." He mutters, "I just said
it," and I remember something I heard  Manny say, I go, "If you're so smart,
what's wrong with the equation E equals MC  squared?" He grins, "Einstein's E
equals MC squared? It's only describing  objects with mass that aren't
moving... stationary mass. It doesn't account for  mass less particles like
light that are moving?"  I go, "Thought I could  stump you. Hey, what's your dad
do for work?" He says, "My dad's a professor at  MIT, mom too. Why?" I go,
"No reason. Both professors at MIT, huh? I didn't know  that." Chubby says,
"Oh, so you really are smart, Vin. I thought that was  bullshit." Vinnie
mutters, "It is bullshit actually. I gotta go. See you guys  around."

Vinnie saunters away walking like Dodger. Chubby mumbles, "There goes a
walking contradiction," and then he squeezes my shoulder, asking, "Is he right
 about mass less whatever he said?" I shrug, "Fuck if I know. I was just
trying  to fuck with his head and instead he fucked with mine. Ya know, most
of the time  Vinnie's humble about being smart. It's unusual for him to drop
those goofy  words on us or spout out something wrong about an Einstein
equation. I didn't  even know it was Einstein's." Someone comes in the door
behind us and we turn to  look, but it's not the moms. Chubby asks, "How the
fuck did you even know that  equation?" I shrug, "Um, I knew there was
something odd about that equation  because another really smart guy, Manny of posse
boy fame, said something about  it once when talking with a geek from his
class at high school. We were at the  mall. Manny's wicked smart too and he
and Vinnie of course know each other,  being in the same brainiac classes and
all. Like Vinnie, Manny doesn't usually  show off his smarts just for the
sake of showing off. I think that's admirable  and makes both of them likable,
which is probably why they dumb it down when  necessary."Chubby mumbles,
"Whatever." Feeling like I should defend Manny and  Vinnie, I say, "Ya know,
in the adult world, in whatever profession they go  into, they'll probably be
uber successful and finally feel comfortable in their  brainiac skin, so to
speak." Chubby looks at me smirking, "Ain't we lucky we're  not
brainiac's?" I say, "No, we're not," as the moms come rushing  in.


"We're so sorry to be late," my mom tells us, and Tris adds, "It's my
fault. I took a nap and overslept." Chubby goes, "No problem ladies, we just got
 here a minute ago ourselves. Dylan was late." I say, "I was not," and tell
them  about what happened with the police at Robby's office. I kinda
include myself in  telling the cops off and everyone is impressed. Mom waves at
the receptionist,  or whatever the person seating people is called, and we get
seated right away  with nasty looks going our way from those who were here
ahead of us. At our  table Tris and mom quiz us some more about our lives
and get the same  non-answers we gave at brunch so they give up on that and
tell us about one of  the waitresses they work with. Tris says, "Ginny can be
so annoying, I hope  we're not sitting in her station," then she whispers,
"She's the one with the  big hair and make-up, but don't look." Naturally
Chubby and I both gawk at the  waitress in question as Tris again forcefully
whispers, "Don't look!" Chubby  asks, "What's she do that annoying?" My mom
says, "She's always borrowing pens  and then chewing on the end. Who wants to
use a pen that's someone's chewed on?"  Chubby says, "Oh, some people like
to be annoying on purpose to get a rise out  of someone. You know, just for
shit's and giggles. I do it myself sometimes when  I'm bored." Tris goes,
"Language, Jeffrey!" He shrugs, "Sorry. Anyway, when I  worked for MJ's father
last summer I'd staple the expense reports in the middle  of the pages to
get a rise out of the salesmen." The moms frown, "Why'd ya do  that?" "To be
annoying, of course. It pissed people off." Tris again goes,  "Jeffrey!
Language!" He says, "What? They say 'pissed-off' on the radio. It's  okay to say
that nowadays." He chuckles, then says, "Yeah, another thing I used  to do
with the salesmen when they'd come to the office is lie about trivial
things, like the time." I laugh as the moms exchange questioning expressions.
Chub goes, "Yeah, just for the fun of it, but ya gotta do it with a straight
face and then insist on it." I don't think the moms will be doing that, but
Chubby's not done. He says, "And another annoying thing I like to do is tell
a  really long joke and then pretend to forget the punch line, but assure
the guy  I'm telling it to that it was really funny."

Fortunately for the moms our waitress comes over and interrupts Chubby.
It's Pam, a waitress we've had before. She says, "Hello ladies! Your boys get
better looking every time I see them," and the moms begin bragging about
Chubby  and me for a minute or so with us two trying to look modest. Then
Chubby, in  rare form tonight, says, "Pam, could you do me a favor and get
another seat over  here next to me?" She's like, "Um, why? Is someone else
joining you?" Chubby  says, "Uh huh, it's for my imaginary friend?" Pam looks at
Chubby who appears  serious, then she laughs, "Jeffrey, you're funny just
like your mom," and it's  Chubby's and my turn to exchange quizzical
expressions because the moms are not  funny women. Not on purpose anyway. The moms
order Manhattans for their cocktail  and Chubby orders a rum and coke. Pam
looks at Tris, who rolls her eyes  shrugging, so Pam says, "I'll serve it to
you, Tris, and after that it's up to  you." I say, "While you're at it Pam,
serve my mom one too." More eye rolling,  as Pam asks, "Is it okay, Dee?" Mom
nods her head that it's okay. Hey, that went  pretty well, that is until my
mom asks, "How much do you boys drink at college?"  Chubby says, "Hardly at
all, right, bro?" I nod my head and say, "I haven't had  a single rum and
Coke this year." My mom pats my arm, "Good, honey, some college  students think
drinking beer is their major." I mumble, "Tell me about it, mom.  Some
guys, ya know..." Chubby says, "While we're waiting for our drinks I think  I'll
wander around the room asking people eating dinner if I can have their
parsley." That strikes me as so funny I get laughing with Chubby chuckling
along. The moms grin shaking their heads.


The drinks arrive and mom asks us guys to chose appetizers we can all
share. Chubby orders fried wedges of Italian squash, or zucchini as it's called.
 I chose spicy barbecue chicken wings, and Chubby includes cold shrimp
cocktail.  I know the moms won't eat any of the chicken wings because they're
too messy.  They'll both have one or two shrimp and maybe a wedge of fried
zucchini dipped  in a sauce. The appetizers are mainly for us guys anyway and
when they arrive we  don't disappoint. I'm hungrier than I thought, and
fortunately everything we  ordered goes with rum and Coke. The moms tell stories
of funny waitressing  mishaps as Chubby and I eat most of the appetizers.
I'm enjoying a chicken wing  while gawking at a cute kid who just came in with
a girl. Sunday night date?  Jeez, lots of cute guys on the other team. This
kid is about my age, tall, cool,  and cute. He's cuter than the girl he's
with actually. She's so lucky! Oh well,  ya can't win them all. Chubby's
still on his 'annoying-things-to-do' kick. He  says, "Another cool thing to do
is seriously repeat everything someone says to  you, but repeat it back to
them as a question." I say, "Oh, I got one. Whenever  I get a 800 solicitor's
call on my cell phone I don't pay any attention to his  sales pitch. Instead
tell the guy, 'Hey, you sound gay', and then ask him for a  date." Everyone
laughs as I blush. Maybe I should have kept that to myself.  Chubby says,
"I like to make a beeping sound when I see a fat person backing  up." He and
I get to laughing again, but the mom's don't get the humor, but to  be
pleasant they smile. Whatever Chubby and I say is pretty much okay with the
moms, except cursing.


Pam comes over just as Chubby's eating the last of the chicken wings.
"Ready to order, guys?" The moms both order another cocktail, so we do too. We
also order dinner. The moms ask for Caesar salads, I order prime rib of
beef,  which is the Sunday night special. Chubby orders a fillet mignon, and
says, "How  about a side order of pork rinds with that?" Pam frowns, "Pork
rinds with fillet  mignon?" I laugh because I know Chubby's just breaking balls
again. Tris says,  "Honey, pork rinds do not go with prime steak." Pam says,
"We don't have pork  rinds anyway, Jeffrey." He goes, "Huh, that's odd.
Okay, onion rings then." I'm  still chuckling. I think my brother's very funny.
Tris says to me, "Don't  encourage him, dear." Chubby and I grin at each
other as my mom says to Pam,  "What the hell, Pam, we'll have a bottle of the
house Merlot with dinner too.  What do you say, Tris?" Tris nods her head
and Pan lowers her voice to say,  "I'll charge you for the house Merlot, Dee,
but just between us waitresses I'll  bring something a little more special
than the house wine." We all smile at Pam  as the moms whisper, "Thanks,
Pam." The wine comes first and it's surprisingly  good. Chubby and I drink it
like soda with our beef when our dinners arrive. As  we eat we're content to
listen to the moms talk. They never run out of things to  say and it makes me
feel good that they seem happy with their lives. They tell  us they're
still dating the twins, who Chubby and I got to know a little better  in
Wildwood, and we agree they're pretty good guys. Thankfully though there's no
mention of marriage tonight. Who needs that complication in our little  family?


Chubby's and my plates are empty and likewise the wine bottle when a
busboy comes over to remove the dishes. At first glance he's not especially
cute, but he has pretty eyes and cool wavy light-brown hair. He's thin and about
 three inches shorter than me. I make sure my hand rubs his as I pass him
my wine  glass. He gives me a sexy look with his pretty green eyes. Huh,
maybe he's gay.  When he looked right at me I tried not to grin but my lips
didn't cooperate and  I grinned at him while blushing. His hand slides lightly
over mine again as he  gives me that sexy 'look' again picking up my plate.
When the kid's almost done  loading all the dishes on his tray, Tris says,
"Thank you, Ronald," and he says,  "No problem ladies and, um, gents." He
unnecessarily leans over my shoulder  reaching the last dish, Chubby's, with my
head leaning back against his tight  stomach for just a second. Chubby grins
at me so I shrug, and ask,"What?" and he  goes, "Oh, nothing." The moms are
oblivious, but not Chubby. He thinks it's  funny.  Ronald's skinny bare arm
brushes the top of my head when he carries  the big round tray of dirty
dishes away from the table. He mumbles, "I'll tell  Pam you guys are ready for
dessert." I check him out again as he walks away.  He's kinda cute actually,
but appears to be too frail to be carrying that big  tray, and hmmm, yeah
he's definitely cuter than I first thought. Maybe I should  help him carry
the tray... heh heh. He looks over at me as he backs through the  swinging
door to the kitchen with me stupidly staring at him. Maintaining eye  contact
with me, he swipes his tongue across his lips and disappears.  Huh.


We all have coffee. Chubby and me also have slices of white cake with
white icing and sprinkles. The moms just have the coffees. There's never an
awkward silence as the moms have much to say, but if Chubby or I want to say
something the moms give us their undivided attention while we're saying it. I
 love doing stuff with our little family and we probably should do more
things  together, but their odd schedule as waitresses makes it difficult. Plus
we're  away at college, so there's that too. On the other hand, maybe the
rarity of us  four getting together is a reason it's so enjoyable when we do
something  together. Sunday brunches are always fun although we have them
only once or  twice a month now that we're in college. Still, I'll bet Sunday
dinner at the  Dickers isn't always as much fun as our infrequent family
get-together's because  they're always doing things as a family. That's just a
guess of  course.


The moms tell us they're going to adjourn to the bar now that dinner's
over. Chubby and I don't try joining them because it wouldn't be fair to the
moms. After all we are underage. We hug and kiss the moms goodbye, along with
 many thanks for dinner, and then walk outside for a cigarette before
driving  home. Chubby asks, "So you and Robby are driving back tonight, right?" I
light  my cigarette, mumbling, "Uh huh. He'll text me when he's ready to
go." Chubby  exhales cigarette smoke, asking, "You two getting along okay? No
problems?" I  mumble, "I swear to God, Chub, it's never been better between
us. He's  absolutely awesome." Chubby mutters, "I think I'm jealous," and I
say, "Don't  be, brother. As far as I'm concerned, no one is as awesome as
you, and I mean  that in every way possible too. You're my gold standard,
bro." He looks away  grinning, then mumbling, "Right answer. Um, I promised MJ
a little, ah, loving,  but I'll probably be back at the apartment tonight
too. Getting up and fighting  rush hour traffic to make my first class
tomorrow isn't appealing. I'll be late  getting in though." I go, "So you and MJ
are making babies again, huh? You're  oversexed, my friend. I'm noticing a bit
of an alley cat attitude from you, if  you don't mind me saying so." He
chuckles and says, "Look who's talking, and  anyway it'd be a friggin' miracle
if my bad boys escaped the clever contraction  I put on my pee pee called a
condom. You know..." but his cell phone signals a  call that interrupts what
he was going say. He answers, "Yeah, MJ, I was just  talking about you."
She says something and Chubby goes, "I'm not sure that's  even a legal sex
act, and anyway I might break something." He's chuckling and  listening again,
then says, "No, it'll be a little while yet.  We just  ordered coffees," as
he smirks at me. That's lying unnecessarily just for the  sake of lying.
We're leaning up against the Jeep smoking near the back of the  restaurant. To
my left I see the back door of the restaurant open and Ronald,  the busboy,
comes outside carrying a bag of trash. He tosses it in the big  dumpster and
lights a cigarette. I look back at Chubby who's now sort of turned  his
back to me and chuckling again at something Mary Jo said on the phone.  Looking
back at Ronald I give a thought to wandering over there and introducing
myself, but then another busboy, a big guy, comes out the same back door.
There  goes my idea of talking with Ronald. The big guy says something to my
busboy,  who takes out his box of Marlboro reds and the big kid takes one.
They're on  break I assume.


The second guy looks older than my busboy and from here his looks are
unappealing to me, but he's not a gargoyle or anything, just not cute. In the
spotlight over the door Ronald's looking cute and sexy by comparison. He
holds  his cigarette up so the other guy can light his cigarette from the red
ash, then  the big guy brushes Ronald's bangs off his forehead with the tips
of his  fingers, then runs his fingers back through Ronald's hair as they
stare at one  another. Oh fuck, Ronald, you can do better than that big oaf!
The big guy pulls  my busboy's head against his shoulder with a hand behind
Ronald's head. His  cigarettes between his teeth, the big oaf gooses my
busboy's ass a few times,  then pushes him away roughly. Ronald steps toward the
oaf grinning, and leans  against him, chest to chest. His head's back, his
cigarette's between his  fingers at his side. Oaf gets a fistful of Ronald's
light-brown wavy hair and  jerks his head back further and holds it there.
Taking his cigarette out of his  mouth, still holding Ronald's head back, he
leans in and kisses him on the  mouth. Ronald doesn't move except his hands
go to the oaf's waist. I see him  kissing back too. The big oaf tries jerking
Ronald's head back even further, but  Ronald twist around so that now his
back is to the oaf. With an arm around  Ronald's neck the big busboy pulls my
busboy's tight against his chest and dry  humps him a few times. Huh, the
dominant/submissive shit all over again. I can't  tell from here if Ronald's
sprung wood, but my dick's getting hard. I adjust it  lifting my leg just as
the big oaf spots Chubby and me leaning against our Jeep.  He lets go of
Ronald and gives me the finger as Ronald turns toward us. Chubby's  still
looking away so he doesn't give the finger back. Before I do, Ronald  recognizes
me and gives me a little wave along with a little grin. Fuck, I could  be
dominant to him. No problem, Ronald.


Chubby's off the phone, saying, "What a fucking nag MJ is. Jesus!"
Thinking about Ronald, I go, "What's that? Oh, MJ the nag. Nothing new there?"  He
chuckles, "You never liked her, did you?" I say, "No, because she doesn't
like me." My eyes wander to the back door just as my busboy and his big gay
oaf  of a friend flick their cigarette butts and disappear inside. Break's
over boys.  Chubby puts his arm across my shoulders, saying, "Yeah, you're
right, she don't  like you. It's not because of you per se though, it's because
she knows I love  you, and like you, ten times more than I do her. Heh heh,
tough tittie, ya  know?" Still thinking about submissive Ronald, I ask,
"Did you notice anything  peculiar about our busboy?" He says, "You mean other
than you trying to flirt  with him?" I go, "I wasn't flirting! Did you know
he's gay?" Chubby shrugs, "How  can ya tell? I didn't notice anything like
that. I did notice he's too skinny to  be doing any heavy lifting, but that's
about it." Then he changes the subject  telling me he's decided to join us
guys when we're doing our weight lifting.  "How much can you lift, bro?" I
say, "Um, it's not how much you lift, that's not  the point. It's more
important to do the exercises correctly." Chubby goes,  "Fuck that, I wanna see
how much I can lift." Finished our cigarettes we get in  the Jeep with Chubby
driving this time, and we head  for home. When he  parks at the curb down
from our condos, I run my fingers through his hair,  saying, "I wish I could
give you a haircut tonight, Chub. I love doing that, but  please don't grow a
ponytail. What fun would that be for me giving you  haircuts?" He goes,
"Okay then, fuck the ponytail. You give me any kind of  haircut you want." I
mumble, "That's better! I love you, Chubby," and he says,  "Me too." We kiss
goodnight just like the Dickers brothers do, or used to do  anyway. I don't
know if they still do it though, what with the tension from  Dodger and all.
I watch Chubby drive away, then going up the steps I think about  my
busboy's light-brown wavy hair and how much fun it'd be to shampoo his hair  and
then give him a haircut, and then we'd see what comes after that. Maybe I'd
need to dominate his ass. Give him a good hard spanking and then fuck his
brains  out. That'd be cool.


While thinking about what more I'd do with Ronald, I'm taking a piss in  my
bathroom toilet when my cell phone beeps indicating a text has arrived.
Probably Robby, and it is. He wants to know if I'm ready to go back to
college.  All other thoughts leave my head as I feel the hot's for Robby swarm into
my  brain all over again. That's because he's fucking hot! My boyfriend,
the hottie! Hot shit, and all that. I text back that I'll be waiting at the
curb and add,  "Love you, boyfriend!" In the bathroom I clean myself up and
brush my teeth,  then gargle. Going down the steps my heart's going
pitter-patter because I'm  really anxious to see Robby. Yeah, and I only left him two
hours ago. Oh boy, do  I ever have the hot's for him. This is so cool and
exciting. I'm standing here  smelling the back of my wrist for ten minutes
before I see his pickup pull  around the corner heading for me. A big smile
breaks out on my face when he  pulls up to the curb right in front of me. Robby
says, "Hey, cutie, need a  ride?" I run over to his open window and stick
my head in with my arms going  around his neck for a quick kiss. "I missed
you, Rob," and he says, "It's Robby  to you, if you don't mind." I go, "Sorry,
Robby," and kiss him again with an  open mouth. His tongue goes in my mouth
for a thirty second kiss. Robby pulls  away, mumbling, "Okay already, get
in the truck, baby. We have all night for  loving'." I kiss him again, then
say, "Do that lick to me, Robby." He grins,  then licks up from my chin,
across my lips, and up the front of my nose leaving  lots of his saliva behind.
I almost cum in my pants. Clinging around his neck, I  murmur, "You're so
hot, Robby," then remember about overdoing it and let go of  him, muttering,
"I'll get in now like you said."


When I get in the passenger side I'm feeling a little self-conscious  about
being such a needy wuss. Robby looks at me, then asks, "Um, are you okay?"
I nod my head, mumbling, "Yeah, of course. I'm just in love, that's all."
Robby  smiles, "Yeah, me too. You're awesome, Dylan, you really are." Still
feeling  nerdy, I suck on my lips making a goofy sucking sound, blushing. As
Robby pulls  away, I say, "Sorry for making an ass of myself, but it's your
fault for being  so cute and sexy. Do you mind if I kinda go overboard a
little bit showing you  how much you mean to me and how much I love you?" He
chuckles, "Why would I  mind, baby? It's what I've been waiting for, like
forever." I smell the back of  my wrist, then pull my arm away and mumble, "I
don't know why I do that stupid  habit?" He asks, "Whaddaya mean?" I say,
"Smelling the back of my wrist... it's  so lame." He reaches over and takes my
arm to pull it over to him. He grins at  me while smelling my wrist, saying,
"Smells pretty damn good to me," then his  eyes go back to the road. He
smells the back of my wrist again, "Mmmmm, you  smell good all over, baby." He
returns my arm to me grinning at me, asking,  "Isn't it the most awesome
thing to be in love?" I go, "Yep, especially being in  love with you, Rob. I
hope you never realize it, but you're way too good for  me." Robby just glances
at me with a smirk on his face, muttering, "You're so  full of it," then he
laughs and adds, "But I love it when you're like this." I  tell him, "Glad
you love it because this is how I really feel about you and I'll  probably
be falling all over you kissing your ass and praying you never bumble  onto
someone you love more than me." We're on route 128 north now, heading for
route 93. Robby says, "We're getting a little mushy here, babe. Don't ya
think?"  I shrug, "I don't care, I'm head over heels in love with you." He goes,
"Good!  Like I said, it's about time."


Huh, that wasn't very romantic of him. I ask, "Are you mad at me?"  Shaking
his head, "No! Why would you ask me that?" I'm like, "No reason," and we
drive without talking for awhile until Robby says, "I've been thinking,
Dylan.  Um, about us and Ryan I mean. I want you to stop having sex with him. Can
you do  that for me?" I say, "Aren't you worried about how hurt Ryan will
be if you and  me cut him out cold turkey?" He looks over at me, "Well, I
don't mean both of us  necessarily. And anyway he kinda left in a huff on
Friday if you remember." I  go, "It wasn't a huff so much as he was hurt. I
forget what it was about, but I  know his feelings were hurt and I feel bad for
him." Robby thinks about that,  then says, "I don't know. I'll talk to him
about it, but I still don't want him  and you doing it anymore. If you have
some side sex I don't want to know about  it. We're getting too serious, you
and me. What you and I have together now is  the real thing, Dylan. We need
to treat it like it is too. I know we're still  probably gonna have some side
sex occasionally, but not in each other's face  like with you and Ryan."
Hmmm, I'm not sure I'm totally over Ryan yet, and is  Robby saying he'll
continue to fuck him? I mumble, "Yeah, we can't just abandon  him, I guess.
Anyway, you said we're a threesome again. It was your idea." He  takes a deep
breath and lets it out noisily, then says, "Whose idea it was to  revive the
threesome is debatable. We won't abandon him though, Dylan, we'll  still do
things together, just without you and him doing it." Smelling the back  of my
wrist unconsciously I don't say anything for awhile, then Robby looks at
me, asking, "Will you do that for me? You okay with giving up sex with Ryan."
I  shrug, "I guess if you're telling me too, but how about you and Ryan?"
Robby  shrugs, "If I fuck him occasionally but neither he or I will mention it
to you.  It's almost the same thing as not doing it." I frown muttering,
"That's not  fair," and he says, "For chrissakes you said we can't totally
abandon him cold  turkey. Didn't you?" Fuck! I mutter, "I guess." He looks at
me, "Okay, good. Um,  but I told you to call me Robby like you've been doing
for over three years  now." I don't say anything until he asks, "Okay, baby?
Call me Robby?" I nod my  head and mumble, "Sure, Robby. Sorry."


We drive for awhile, then in a sweet voice, he says, "Don't pout. I'm  just
planning for our future, Dylan. We need to make a positive step towards
monogyny sometime. I thought with your deeper feelings for me recently we
could  start tonight. If you feel it isn't fair that I have occasional sex with
Ryan, I  guess you're right and I won't do it with him either." Now I feel
bad for Ryan  again. He and I have drifted apart, but he and Robby have the
same relationship  they've always had. I say, "It's okay if you and Ryan want
to do it. Just, like  you said though, don't tell me. Okay?" He says, "Yes,
okay. Good, that's  settled. You know, um, I mentioned to you some time ago
I'll need to make some  decisions for us that might not be a hundred
percent what you'd like, but one of  us has to make those decisions. Right?" I
mutter, "Yeah, I guess," and as we  drive onto route 125 he says, "But not if
you're really set against it, so  what'll it be? Me and Ryan doing it until
he gets a boyfriend, or not?" I say,  "It's okay, Rob, um, Robby. Whatever."
He quietly says, "Oh man, I love you so  much, Dylan. I don't know if this
is right or not though. What do you think?"  Looking at him I'm feeling those
hot's for him from earlier, so I say, "I  already told you, whatever you
decide, Rob." He goes, "Oh fuck, I just don't  know. How about this: if either
of us has sex with Ryan we don't kiss  and tell like we've done in the past
where Ryan's concerned? The same way we  don't kiss and tell with any other
rare side-sex we might have. Okay, is that  fair?" I say, "Yep, but I've
made progress cutting down on side-sex, Robby. You  haven't had our meeting
about that yet." He's surprised, "Oh, you've already  started cutting down?
That's awesome!" Hmmm, this is tricky because if I say  I've cut down a lot he
might wonder how much I was doing in the first place to  be able to cut
down a lot. I say, "Officially, Robby, I can honestly tell you  I've turned
down a couple of side-sex opportunities in the past ten days or so,  or maybe
it's been two weeks. My side-sex lately has been kinda rare that's all  I
know." He goes, "Wow! That's awesome, baby! On the other hand, it's suppose to
be rare, ya know? But, okay, good start. If the question of sex pops up
between  you and Ryan, and you can't turn it down, it'll be okay, but don't you
propose  it. That's all I guess I was getting at." I say, "I never propose
it to anybody,  Robby, except you. I propose it to you all the time." He
goes, "No you don't. I  initiate it mostly. Um, between us, I mean, not my side
sex. Um, I hardly ever  propose side-sex to someone."

Thinking about that, I ask, "Well, how much side-sex do you have anyway?
Ballpark figure." He goes, "Not much, um, lately. Like you, I've been cutting
 back too, not that there's ever been a lot to cut back on." Huh, that
doesn't  tell me anything. I look at him and think he's better looking than me
and his  body's hotter too. He might have more opportunities for side-sex
than me. Jesus,  that's a thought and a half! Oh fuck it, all I know is I'm
number one as far as  Robby's concerned. We're quiet for a bit with our own
thoughts, then I say,  "Robby, I want to worship your body tonight and then
have you fuck me really  hard, okay?" He grins, "Okay, ha ha, I cleaned my ass
really good so you can rim  my ass and suck my cock as long as I want you
to, you know, like you said  earlier." I go, "Good 'cause I'm going to eat you
up like an ice cream sundae."  He exclaims, "Awesome! We should talk about
ourselves more, and the hell with  discussing our occasional side-sex
situation." Well, he's the one who brought it  up, but I'll leave it at that
because this sexy feeling for Robby apparently  isn't going away even after that
one-sided idea he had about Ryan. Hmmm, now  that I think about it we ended
up with that topic right back to the way I like  it. Robby did a one-eighty
on his idea of me not doing it with Ryan. That's  because he could tell I
didn't like the idea... not at this time. There will be  a time, but it's not
now and Robby's flexible enough to realize that. Good  leaders are like
that... flexible. Still, it had my dick moving in my pants  there for a minute.
You know, that he had the balls to propose I stop sex with  Ryan while he
keeps having it. Hee hee, ballsy of him, but... not so fast,  boyfriend.


Robby drives onto the apartment's parking lot and naturally some dufus is
pulling out of a parking spot in the second row as we're driving in. Robby
parks  in that spot without giving it a thought. There's never an open spot
when I'm  parking. We get out, Robby locks the pickup, and then takes my
hand, asking,  "Are you okay with holding hands like this in public?" I chuckle,
"Duh, it was  my idea, Robby." I almost tell him Willie trained me to hold
hands in public  except I no longer make blunders like that. Robby wouldn't
want to do anything  because of Willie. I kind of miss Willie. He never
calls me like he used to. Oh  well, I got Robby so I lean into him grinning like
a fool. Robby grins back,  mumbling, "You nut," and we go in the back door
and up the steps. Inside the  apartment we turn on some lights, then Robby's
like, "Let's have a cigarette,  baby," and I go, "Good idea. And, by the
way, I like that you call me 'baby'."  He grins, "I do that too much, I know.
The thing is I like calling you baby when  you're acting really sweet to me.
It's like I can't help myself. I overdo it  though." I shrug and we wander
out on the balcony where I shiver. "It's getting  chilly, Robby." He hugs me
to him, then rubs my back, saying, "I'll get you a  sweatshirt," and that's
what he does. He comes out with one of his sweatshirts  and two beers. He's
wearing a sweatshirt too and he holds the beers while I put  on the
sweatshirt he brought out for me. I mumble, "Thanks, Rob," and take a  beer. We tap
bottles, and Robby says, "To our everlasting true love," and I go,  "Yep,"
and we drink some cold beer making me shiver again. Robby says, "Get on  the
chaise lounge so I can hold you and warm you up." We adjust the chaise
lounge's back into a sitting position so we can drink our beers, and then get
on  it to cuddle.


With an arm across my shoulders, Robby hugs me against his side, then he
says, "Light us a couple of smokes, baby." Putting my beer on the little
table I  light two cigarettes and put one between Robby's lips. He takes a drag
then puts  his beer on the table and takes the cigarette from his lips. He
leans over and  exhales the smoke into my mouth making my dick tightens up as
I exhale the smoke  through my nose. Robby grins, "Sexy, huh?" I nod my
head and do the same to him  and we get into a hot make-out holding our
cigarettes to the side. Robby ends up  laying half on me with my dick really hard.
When we break the kissing off I  gasp, then mumble, "I got it bad for you,
Rob." He mumbles, "Robby," and then he  says, "Hell, I've always had it bad
for you, Dylan. I've been in  love with you for as long as I can remember and
now I've finally got you, don't  I?" I go, "Uh huh. Now that you got me,
what are you going to do with me?" He  laughs, "Anything I want, right?" I go,
"Yep," and we kiss again with his tongue  exploring my mouth and caressing
my tongue. After awhile I'm so aroused, I  grunt, "Oh, ummm, I'm gonna cum,
Rob, stop," and he pulls away gasping for  breath. "Gee, Dylan, you're extra
hot tonight." "It's because of you, you're so  fucking sexy and hot
yourself. I just told you that a little while ago." We get  our beers off the table
and chug some, then drag on our cigarettes. With smoke  drifting from his
nose and mouth, Robby says, "If you don't mind me asking, what  took you so
long to feel about me the way I've felt about you for years?" I go,  "I don't
know, but now you're the sexiest guy I've ever known." He says, "I'm  the
same now as I've always been," and I say, "Oh no! You're way sexier than
ever before, not that you weren't sexy then too." He chuckles, "You're awesome,
 like always, but much more better too. That's how I talked as a toddler. I
 always said 'much more better'." I mutter, "Cute," and we drink beer and
smoke  silently for a bit. I feel so good, "Robby, I wish I knew you as a
toddler. Bet  you were the cutest toddler ever," and leaning over I kiss his
cheek loving his  scent. "You're the one who smells good, Robby. Let me smell
the back of your  wrist." He holds his arm up to me, grinning with his hot
dimples showing, and I  smell his wrists going, "Mmmm, good."


We goof around like that until we're finished our beers and smokes. Robby
flicks his cigarette butt over the railing and I hand mine to him. He laughs
 because he knows about my spastic butt flicking. Robby drags off my
cigarette  butt and then flicks it over the railing exactly like he flicked his.
"You want  another beer, Dylan?" I say, "Nope, I want you," and we get into
another hot  make-out. The taste of him, his scent and taut sexy body are two
major turn on's  for me. He's so perfect it boggles my mind and he's so
beautifully cute at the  same time. My fingers run through his dense silky
two-tone blond hair, so clean  and soft and smelling exactly the way it should.
Our mouths suck together making  wet sloppy sounds as our tongues slide
against one another. His spit is all  around my lips and drooling down my chin
as our quiet murmurs of arousal  surround us. Our bodies squirm against one
another maintaining as much bodily  contact as we can manage while our hands
caressing the other's squirming body  and our hips hump against each other's
hard penis. My balls harden as they  become engorged with creamy,
cloudy-white semen that's mostly from seminal  vesicles but there's a portion
contributed by my prostate and even a bit from my  two testicles. My cum contains
up to 600 million sperm destined to die an  ignominies death on the floor, or
on sheets, or on whatever is in front of my  hard boner at ejaculation.


Robby's hand makes it's way inside the back of my pants to grope my ass
and press on my asshole, then a finger tip is inside and working it's way in
deeper as my quiet moans of sexual arousal become louder in honor of my
impending orgasm. I pull my lips from his and slide the side of my face against
 his cheek feeling the beginning of whiskers below his sideburn. It almost
causes  me to cum in my pants right that second. Whiskers on my sexy
boyfriend, holy  shit! Robby finger fuck's me slowly making me stop squirming
against him. We're  hugging each other with me on top, both gasping for breath.
Robby's finger  slides repeatedly over my prostate. My gasping turns into
whimpers as my orgasm  builds and builds until my body tightens and then a long
moan from me as I hump  my hips against his and a long stream of cum hits
my underpants. My whole body  shudders on top of Robby with his finger
continuing it's probing, then another  stream of cum gets my shoulders spastically
shuddering and me moaning his name,  "Mmmm, aaah, Robbbbby." I lay on him
in a daze with wonderful sensations  slipping around my body like delightful
little electric impulses, then they fade  away and I'm limp on him. His
finger comes out of my ass with my cock as limp as  me now. It's pressed against
Robby's still hard cock. He gently rubs up the back  of my head murmuring,
"Feel good, baby?" I nod my head and snuggle into him more  while kissing
the side of his face. This is so nice I could lay like this  forever.


Forever last about two minutes. Then, with me laying on top of him, Robby
pulls his pants down, saying, "Get your ass out, baby, I'm gonna fuck you
here  on this chaise lounge." I rustle around on top of him getting my pants
below my  ass with my cum-saturated hairless crotch now laying on his bare
hairless one,  his hard cock between our bellies and my cum-saturated
underwear against his  thighs. He mutters, "Messy," as he's wrestling me to my side
facing away from  him. His cock spreads the rim of my asshole and he humps
it inside me, sighing,  "Mmmm, so tight and just right." My face is scrunched
up because his fat cock  caught my rectum unawares and it hurts. A low
grunt escapes me and Robby rubs my  shoulder murmuring, "Sorry." He kisses the
side of my face as my ass gets used  to his cock and soon it feels real good
back there, so I stroke my sticky penis  and that feels good too. Robby
withdraws his ever hardening cock moaning  quietly, and as he pushes it up my
ass again, he goes, "Ooooh, fuuuuck, that  feels so good." Leaving his cock
impaling me he reaches over my side and holds  my balls in his hand,
murmuring, "I forgot to give you a spanking tonight,  baby." I tighten my stomach
muscles expecting to have my balls crunched,  muttering, "That's okay. You owe
me one," and he squeezes my nuts... "FUCK!" I  yell out and Robby chuckles
mumbling, "Big baby," but doesn't squeeze again. He  kisses me instead, then
says, "I thought you liked the rough shit." I go, "Yeah,  I do like it a
little," and we both chuckle. He mumbles, "My boyfriend, the  pervert," and his
cock moves back out sliding tightly against the walls of my  rectum and
over my prostate gland with me making a "Sissssing," sound sucking  air in
through my teeth. "Oh that feels good, Robby. Fuck me hard." He slams his  cock
back up my ass and begins fucking me hard and fast as I'm making one long
moan, "Aaaaaaah."


With each fast hard thrust Robby grunts, "Umpt," to go with a subtle,
"Slap," sound of his body slamming into my buttocks driving his fat boner inside
 me. "Umpt slap, umpt slap, umpt slap," real fast, getting me squirming and
 hoping against reality for another orgasm as I stroke my cock keeping time
with  Robby's drive up my ass. Robby's humping so hard and fast the springs
of the  chaise lounge squeak with every fast thrust, so now it, "Umpt,
slap, squeak,"  and it's a really good ride. Fucking outdoors like this is
ballsy of us and that  adds to the thrill although it's hard to imagine anything
improving this male  sex act no matter where it's done. Robby's becoming
desperate now wildly  slamming his cock up my ass. My cock is hard again
although there's no way I'm  going to have a second orgasm this quickly. His arm
is over my side with his  hand on my chest, fingers spread, holding me
against him with his hip constantly  thrusting his hard fat cock up my ass.
Feelings of phantom orgasm enters my head  as Robby hugs his body, stiff as a
board, to my limp body making a whining sound  while filling my rectum with his
creamy cum. He's hugging my back against his  chest, his face at the back of
my head while he does little humps on my  buttocks. Then his body relaxes
and I feel a long moist exhale from him on the  back of my head as he sighs
with the relief or orgasm. My ass feels so good  filled-up like this, but as
cum drools out of me I now notice my cock is cold.  It's very chilly out
here. That three minute fuck kept me warm, but now I'm cold  again. I guess
Robby is too because with one last sigh he pulls his sloppy cock  out, pulls up
my pants, then pulls his up and rolls me on top of him again.  Dylan, the
human blanket.


We're content for the moment, laying together without speaking until  Robby
quietly says, "That was random. I didn't plan on doing that here. Let's
take a shower together and then I'll fuck you properly. Really hard like you
said you wanted. Okay?" I nod my head again, but don't move wanting to savor
the  feelings I'm feeling. Ones of love and happiness from making love with
the boy  of my dreams. How could anyone else but him be this perfect for
me, never-mind  better? I murmur right into his ear, "I love you so much,
Robby. You're so good  to me and so good for me too. Thank you." I guess he
feels I'm  getting too maudlin again because he smacks my ass, "Come on, get up!
We're  taking a shower together. I'm still all horned up for you and I need
to feel my  cock up your awesome ass again soon," and another smack on my
bottom, "Come on,  get up and I'll fuck you again in a little while. Get up
now, Dylan!" Jeez, I  like that tone of authority, so I say, "Yes, Rob," and
slide off his body to sit  on the edge of the chaise lounge looking down at
him. Some people say we look  like brothers, but that's mostly because we're
the same size with blue eyes and  blond hair. Our faces are different
though. Both our faces are pretty fucking  special even if I do say so myself,
although I think Robby's cuter and his  brother, Dodger, is too. My brother is
cuter as well, but still I'm not unhappy  with how I look. I'm pretty cool
looking actually, not that I had anything to do  with that. Robby swings his
legs around and sits next to me with his arm pulling  my head to his
shoulder. I put my arm around his waist and we sit like this for  a bit. Robby
says, "You can't even imagine how happy you're making me, Dylan.  The way
you're showing me you love me, especially lately, and the way you've  accepted my
plans for our future together. You know, I'd be lying if I said I  didn't
also like how you're willing to do what I tell you. You've been right all
along that I need to be in charge of us, you and me." Huh, now probably isn't
the right time to tell him I've reconsidered some of his marriage plans for
us.  Maybe next Saturday night at dinner will be a better time to mention
that.


He pulls me up so we're standing, and we walk inside the apartment with
our arms around each other's waist. In our bedroom he says, "Put your arms
up,"  and when I do that he pulls off the sweatshirt I'm wearing, then my
shirt. His  hands move over my bare torso with him looking at me, "What a perfect
body you  have. Hard to imagine it can be better, but I'll bet our weight
lifting makes  your body even hotter." I reach over to run my fingers through
his hair, saying,  "You need a haircut, boyfriend." He smirks, saying,
"Yeah, Ryan said he'd give  me one tomorrow." My face drops and he laughs
hugging me against him, "I'm  fucking kidding you, baby." I mutter, "I knew that,"
and pull his hair kinda  hard. He goes, "Ow! Ha ha, I deserved that." He
leans in and we kiss a sweet  lovers kiss. "Come on, get the rest of your
clothes off, baby, and we'll take  that shower." When we're both naked I see
Robby's cock is still fairly hard so I  drop to my knees and take it in my
mouth to suck off the remnants of slippery  cum. He plays with my short
fucked-up hair as I slurp on his cock getting it  fully boned up again as Robby
grunts quietly. Standing up, I take his short fat  boner in my fist and say,
"Let's go, boyfriend," and lead him towards the  bathroom using his cock as a
leash. As we walk Robby's like, "Don't or I'll cum,  Dylan." I go, "That's
highly unlikely considering you just deposited a boatload  of spunk from your
nuts up my ass," then I let go of his cock. We get the water  the right
temperature and get under the spray to shampoo each other's hair.  After rinsing
out the shampoo we wash each other slowly and silently while  staring into
each other's blue eyes. It becomes hypnotizing and very sensual.  We're both
squeaky clean when we step out of the tub and dry  ourselves.


We lay in bed side by side holding hands and grinning at one another. "Do
you think we're overdoing this, Dylan?" I ask, "Overdoing what?" He goes,
"Our  lovie-dovie stuff." I make a face, "Well, maybe we'll tone it down a
little in  public, but with just you and me... hell no." He says, "Lets check
out sports  center and see what happened in the NFL today." We get up and I
say, "Bathrobe!  I'm chilly." I put on my ratty looking bathrobes, the one
I've had probably ten  years now. It's been washed twenty to thirty times.
Robby's bathrobe is the one  he got for Christmas last year. We walk hand in
hand to the living room where  Robby asks, "Another beer?" If I hadn't already
been drinking tonight I'd choose  a soda, but since I have been drinking, I
go, "We'd be fools not to have a  nightcap." Robby says, "And another
fuck," I mumble, "Well, yeah, obviously, you  being my man and all." We both get
a bottle of beer and sit on the sofa next to  each other with Robby's arm
across my shoulders as we watch a recap of today's  NFL games and drink our
beer. Yeah, the PATS won again. What's not new, they  almost always win. After
watching the rest of Sports center we share a last beer  on the balcony
shivering while we smoke a cigarette. Done the cigarette Robby  and I put our
arms around each other, muttering, "It's cold!" Yeah, especially  my bare
feet. Cold yes, but nevertheless we do a few sweet deep kisses with our  hands
moving over each other. His hands grab my butt cheeks pulling my groin
against his as he whispers a question in my ear, "You ready to go again,  baby?"


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


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