Date: Sun, 3 May 2015 21:24:13 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  59

DYLAN'S  SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  59


by  Donny Mumford




After our lobster dinner, some beers,  and a couple of shots of whiskey,
Robby's driving his other boyfriend to his  dorm. It's a two or three minute
trip each way, but Robby doesn't get back to  the apartment for forty-five
minutes. Obviously they had quite a detailed  goodbye. I dozed off in bed, but
wake up when Robby gets back and is in the  bathroom brushing his teeth. He
gets in bed smelling like mint mouthwash,  asking, "You awake, Dylan?" I
mutter, "Un huh," and he quietly says, "Sorry I  took so long getting Danny to
his dorm. It was just one of those things where  something pops up at
times." I mumble, "No explanation necessary, Rob. I know  how that sort of thing
can happen." He hugs me and kisses the side of my face,  murmuring, "We'll
start our spring vacation in the morning, okay?" That's code  meaning he just
had sex with Danny once or twice so he won't be ready for his  number one
boyfriend until tomorrow morning. That's perfectly fine with me  because
Robby and I are on the same page regarding our side-sex lovers. And  anyway I'm
sexually satisfied more often than not lately, and tonight's no  exception.
That doesn't lessen my anticipation of making love with Robby in the
morning though. Sex in the morning is a tantalizing thought to have while
drifting off to sleep. Having sex with Robby anytime is special to me, and I'm
pretty sure it always will be. We're not deluding ourselves about being okay
with our side-sex lovers as now it's become an acknowledged part of our
lives.  Robby and I have honestly never been happier or more in love with each
other  than we are now. That happens to be the truth! I haven't broached the
subject  with Robby yet, but my idea of mimicking the Italian mob guys with
their  'goumadas' on the side after they're married is something he and I
should  consider. For real, no joke. Not many lovers could make that work, but
I think  Robby and I have a special enough relationship that we could. I
mean we've both  had side sex all through our long love affair and yet our love
for each other  just grows stronger.  Neither of us wants to be married to
anyone other  than each other, but we still appreciate a love and sexual
interest with another  at the same time. I contend if we're fair about it we
could make it work even  after getting married. It's worked with others, but
it can't be one-sided... it  has to be equal, meaning eventually I've got to
eliminate my other none-lover  side-sex interest. That's my goal, but not an
immediate one and I know it's too  soon to bring up a discussion about
side-sex after marriage with  Robby.


During the night I have a strange  dream of being on a desert island with
someone, but even though we have sex I  can't tell who I'm with. I think I
see sun glinting off the person's  eyeglasses suggesting I'm with Ryan except
the person has two tone blond hair  like Robbie and me. The dream wakes me
in the middle of the night and I wonder  if the other person in the dream is
me. It makes much more sense to assume it's  Robby of course, but groggy and
disoriented I actually give a thought the other  person was somehow another
me. Yeah, but then what about the eyeglasses? Anyway,  I know in the
morning I'll laugh at the thought two of me were on a deserted  island because
what fun would that be? That's if I even remember the dream.  Then, yeah, in
the morning I do remember the whole thing, but now I assume the  dream means I
want the three of us abandoned on the desert island together.  Fucking
dreams, ya know? Where's Sigmund Freud when you need him? Looking at Robby
sleeping next to me in bed I stare at his two-tone blond ponytail while rubbing
through my bristly short hair, then ask myself if I'm upset about always
having  very short hair? Huh, surprisingly I'm not. Ryan wants me to have this
haircut  and I'm bonding with him in a way I've never bonded with anyone
else, so these  short haircuts seem unimportant in the overall scheme of
things. I'm not more in  love with Ryan than I am with Robby, no way, and I don't
think I ever will be.  It's just that Ryan's got something special that I
relate to in a deeply  personal way. I'm not exactly sure what all of that
special something is,  although it surely has something to do with his natural
way of being confidently  bossy with me even though he isn't that way with
anyone else. His appearance  factors in too plus the fact he's dominant
while being shorter and smaller than  me. Somehow I think his unhappy early
experiences with the wrong people and the  way he's turned his life around for
the better is part of why I find him unique.  Actually I made it my business
to help Ryan realize he doesn't deserve to be  treated badly by the
perverted 'master' types he's sought out in recent years,  and somewhere along the
line in that pursuit I fell in love with him. It  wasn't something that
happened over night though. No, it developed slowly with  ups and downs during
the year we've known each other. Ryan and me seemingly fit  together like two
pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Lately I've wondered what would  have happened if
I met Ryan and Robby at the same time on an equal footing.  Would I
eventually have chosen Ryan to live my life with instead of Robby? The  fact is
though I didn't meet them at the same time, and my love was  established for
Robby by the time I met Ryan. And as I've said, Robby's and my  love has grown
since then and it's hard to imagine Ryan or anyone else  overtaking it.


Obviously these are thoughts best  kept to myself because I can see how
they could easily be misinterpreted. The  question is, am I misinterpreting my
own conclusions? To the best of my  knowledge, being as honest with myself
as I can be, I don't think I am. I truly  believe I'm on the right path with
Robby and it's him I'll eventually marry and  he'll be the head of our
household. Rob Dickers of today is just as sweet as he  ever was, but at the same
time he's very different than the boy I first met.  He's a much better
version of Rob Dickers in my opinion and one I love more than  the original one.
Maybe I'm flattering myself, but I think I helped Robby be  better with all
my talk of him being more confidently in charge, and in other  subtle ways
too. He probably doesn't realize how easily and comfortably he now
routinely take charge of matters involving us. Maybe he does it by default since  I
won't do it. Well, I say I won't make decisions for us although I can
influence Robby's decisions whenever I want to. That's the major difference
between Ryan and Robby in that regard... Ryan says 'no' to me. Speaking of
confident and take charge guys, the person who takes charge of most situations
he's involved in, and better than anyone I know, is Chubby who's a natural
leader and organizer. He's also my touchstone for life and someone I know
will  always be there for me if I fall. Knowing that has allowed me to be a
little  reckless and even frivolous at times in my sex life. Sure, Chubby
generously  lets me have my own way with most things even to the point of
spoiling me,  but there are times he's felt it necessary to talk sense into me and
guided me  to better decisions. Somehow he does it in a way I end up
thinking it was my  decision all along.  Clever boy, my brother, and I know he'll
always be  there if I do get in a jam. That's in the back of my mind
whenever I've  occasionally acted irresponsible. Fact is, lovers or otherwise, no
one will ever  be as important to me as Chubby. My love for him is so special
I can't even put  it into words. At the same time, romantic love is
different than brotherly love,  and that's where Robby comes in. Yeah, and then
there's this growing dilemma of  my loving feelings for Ryan too. Am I always
going to have lovers dilemmas? It's  ironic there isn't a single thing I find
wrong with Ryan, while there are a few  things I wish were different about
Robby, but yet I still love Robby more?  Nobody knows exactly why they love
one person more than another, so it's not  just me who can't figure it out.
Ya know what? I hate when my mind is all over  the place like this with
these confusing musings of the last ten minutes. I need  to simplify my life. I
wonder how one does that?

I get up needing to use the toilet  and after that I wash up and brush my
teeth trying to put everything out of my  mind for now. It's Saturday morning
and we'll be on spring vacation for the next  nine days. That brings a
smile to my lips. Walking back into the bedroom I pass  Robby going into the
bathroom. He gives me the smile that says he loves me and  he's thrilled to see
me. He has a great smile with his eyes seemingly lighting  up as he smiles.
It's impossible not to smile back. He seems eager when he says,  "Don't get
dressed, Dylan, okay? I'll only be two minutes." I grin nodding my  head
and then get back in bed. Two minutes later Robby gets in bed, still  grinning
at me looking very young as he states the obvious, "We're on vacation,
baby, and I can't think of a better way to start spring vacation than with you
and me making love." I murmur, "Me either, Rob." We meld together and all
the  familiar things about Robby, all the physical things I love about him,
sparkles  in my brain. His scent of course, and the feel of his body and hair
too, and his  lips on mine with his soft little almost invisible mustache
barely tickling my  lip. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes that stare back
into mine I'm thinking  how they're somehow conveying desire and love for
me. Robby's hands caress my  body, then the feel of his tongue in my mouth,
tasting like Robby tastes, and  it's all so wonderful it makes me swoon. Our
making-out has started  out tender this morning, full of love and desire.
We're each other's love  of a lifetime, our first true love was for each other
and what a powerful thing  young love is. It absorbs you and coats your
brain with thoughts and images of  your young lover, imprinting on your brain
the senses of taste, feel, smell, and  sight of that special person. All
those sensations flood your memory banks and  get locked down so you never
forget how wonderful you felt falling in love  together.

Robby's so lovable! Making-out with  him has always been special and this
morning it's extra sexy feeling his hard  fat boner poking me as we suck and
lick each other's lips and tongue with our  heads moving and our faces
rubbing together. His perfect nose is pressed to my  cheek and mine against his
as we inhale each others pheromones. Robby gasps,  pulling his lips away
while inhaling deeply. I rub my nose against his,  murmuring, "Can I suck your
cock, Robby?" He rubs my head with both hands as he  nods, murmuring, "I love
you so much, Dylan, you can do anything to me you  want," then he does our
'thing', which is licking up the front of my nose  leaving his saliva there.
He does it three times and when I inhale through my  nose some of his
saliva gets sucked down my throat. I gasp and cough as we grin  at each other,
then I'm like, "Do that again," and he does. We kiss some more  and then I
lick down from his lips, over his chin flattening the beginnings of  his soft
blond chin whiskers. As I'm dragging my tongue down his neck Robby lays  back
on his pillow, hands behind his head, and sighs contentedly. Pulling the
covers down with me, I lick and suck on one of his nipples and then the other
 leaving then pointing out and very hard. His scent is amazing, my favorite
scent  next to Chubby's in the whole world. Still dragging the covers with
me, my  tongue licking down his chest, then his stomach and into his innie
bellybutton,  then down to his smoothly shaved belly just above his hard
cock. Before sucking  his cock, which I've always loved doing, I lick around his
nuts and then all  over his scrotum with Robby moving on the bed moaning
and making, "Sssshing,"  sounds by sucking air in between closed lips. Lifting
his nuts, I lick near his  asshole and Robby scrunches down the bed a
little lifting his ass a tiny bit so  my tongue can lick over his clean anus a
few times.


Now I'm struck licking and poking my  tongue at his asshole, the most
submissive act I know to do and sure enough a  submissive blanket begins slowly
descending over me making me shudder and I suck  on his asshole harder.
Robby's body is stiff as he absorbs the sensations coming  off the lips of his
very sensitive anus where thousands of sizzling nerve  endings are being
sensitized by my tongue and lips. Into my brain drifts the  desire I have for
sucking Robby's cock so I reluctant leave his asshole, and  Robby's body
relaxes a little. When I take his entire hard fat cock in my mouth,  with the head
just past the gag reflex area of my throat, his body stiffens  again as
Robby struggles pushing at my head, gasping, "I'm gonna cum, baby." I  back off
his cock a little so now the head of his cock is on my tongue. I suck  it
and lick it until Robby's moans, arching his back, then he grunts, "Aaaaah,
umpt," and creamy warm cum floods my mouth. Robby's body jerks pulling his
cock  from my mouth just as a follow up stream of cum  splatters against my
forehead. Grabbing his cock in my fingers I guide it back  to my mouth and
suck on the head to get drools of cum sliding out onto my tongue  as Robby
moans and breathes deeply. A minute later, when as his orgasm drifts  away as a
pleasant memory, his body again relaxes, this time  completely.

I look up at him while smacking my  lips, then grinning, I go, "Yum!" Robby
grins too, then says, "Yeah, that was  nice, but I wanted to cum up your
ass." I slide back up the bed bringing the  covers with me and snuggle against
Robby. He puts his arms around me, "You can  still do that, Rob. I was
missing the taste of the yummy cum your nuts always  come up with, so ya
know..." He chuckles rubbing my head, "You nut... ha ha.  Here's a nice thought,
just you and me together for the next nine days. "I go,  "Yep, just you and me
and Dodger, and Chubby, and Connor." Robby goes, "And  Vinnie too, ha ha.
Dodger texted  me  yesterday telling me that Vinnie's coming with us. Oh, and
he wants you to give  Vinnie a haircut tomorrow." I say, "What Dodger
wants, Dodger gets as far as I'm  concerned. Um, that makes me think of something
else, Robby." He mumbles, "Say  no more, whatever you and my brother do is
fine with me. I love you both like  life itself." I nod, leaving that topic
while I'm ahead. Robby's rubbing my head  again, mumbling, "Um, I've been
wondering if you're okay with this haircut Ryan  keeps giving you? You don't
have to get it, ya know, not for my benefit anyway.  I mean I like it on you,
but it's not really necessary." I go, "No, I'm good  with it. I like it
now," and I run my fingers over the top of my head, adding,  "It's cool." He's
like, "Well, I really think you look hot, like a bad ass  military special
forces trooper." I chuckle, "Yeah, that's me," and I make a  fists flexing my
bicep muscles showing off my guns, adding, "A green beret or a  Navy Seal
maybe." He goes, "Yep, that's my boyfriend, the cute bad ass Navy  Seal." We
snuggle together talking silly shit like that for quite awhile  laughing and
being goofy. Later we cut out the nonsense and start another  make-out
squirming against each other's mostly naked bodies until Robby licks my  ear and
murmurs, "Take you underwear off, baby, I'm very aroused about getting  my
cock in your cute ass."


My shorts come down and get flung  towards the chair that's already
overflowing with my dirty clothes. Robby pulls  his underwear off, saying, "On your
back, okay?" I lay on my back and Robby  takes his pillow and pushes it
under the small of my back with just a little of  it at the top of my buttocks.
He smirks at me as he lifts his right leg over me  and sits on my chest. I
open my mouth and stick my tongue out so when he leans  forward he can slide
his hard cock into my mouth on my tongue. Sucking on his  cock again I get
another little taste of cum remnants around the pee slit.  Robby's like,
"Don't make me cum this time, Dylan, okay?" I nod and suck on his  hard cock
getting it even harder. He leans down further so his belly is just  touching
my nose, his hands on my head and I get a good whiff of his special  sexy
scent. Nice, but only for a second because his cock goes into my throat
cutting off my air. He bobs up and down a few times fucking my throat, his belly
pressing my lips against my teeth each time he goes down on me. Robby's
groaning  from the sensations coming off his hard penis. He shudders as he does
two more  dibs with his cock going in and coming out of my throat, then
Robby pulls his  cock all the way out. It's dripping with saliva and drooling
precum, some of  which drips on my lips, then my neck. It's a very hard penis
sticking straight  out from his body, fat and wet. It's so hard it barely
moves as Robby slides  down my body, reaches behind him and takes my hard cock
in his fingers. He  strokes it grinning at me, then I'm more than a little
surprised when he lifts  his ass up a little, positions my boner at his
asshole, and sits on it as I go,  "Uuumth, ooooh!" Robby's face is red as he
slides down my six inches of hard  cock aided only by a drool of precum. It
must hurt his rectum, but he sits all  the way down until his butt cheeks are
on my thighs. He groans waiting for his  ass to stretch as I lick my lips,
moaning again at his tight rectum surrounding  my throbbing boner, "Mmmm,
oooh, yeaaah, Rob, oooh fuccck."


After about thirty seconds, Robby  murmurs, "Feels good, baby. I'm gonna
insist we get a little versatile in the  future, if it's okay with you. It's a
whole other feeling from 'topping' and I'm  liking it so we're gonna be
switching roles when I get an itch in my ass that  needs your hard cock
scratching it. And I might add you've got a beautiful cock  on you too." Huh, Danny
must be fucking Robby. They take turns I guess. This is  the most
information Robby or Danny has told me about their sex lives together.  I assumed
Robby was the 'top' all the time like he is with me. He likes my  pecker so he
must like Danny's 'cause our dicks could be twins. Robby wiggles  around a
little, my boner barely moving inside him although it still gets him
scrunching his face as all the nerve ending in his rectum and anus send those
tantalizing pleasure signals to his brain. He lifts up and goes down on it five
or six times grinning and groaning, "Ooooh, yeaaah," then he lifts off
completely with a string of my precum stretching from his asshole until it
breaks off to streak across my thigh. Robby spreads my legs and humps his cock
hard inside my ass pushing it all the way in as I stifle a scream because
that  thing is fat. He leans against me, murmuring, "This is the way we've,
that is,  I've been doing it lately. Go right in and cause a little pain that
won't last  long and when it starts feeling good it'll feel that much
better compared to the  pain." More Danny speak I suppose, or Robby could be
repeating what I've told  him over the years. I wonder if Danny milks Robby's
nuts? Bet he doesn't. After  a short minute or so, I moan, "Mmm, it feels
good, Robby." He nods his head and  starts right in fucking me hard. No lovers
sex this time, just the, "Slap, slap,  slap, slap," sounds echo off the walls
of our bedroom with Robby really slamming  that cock of his up my ass.
"Slap, slap, slap, slap," and I'm like, "Ooooh,  oooh, mmm, umm, Robbieee, ooh."
He's holding onto the front of my legs near my  groin just hammering his
cock inside me, his fingers digging into my legs, and  now I start moving on
the bed squirming and moaning like mad. The sensations of  sexual pleasure
doubled up on me somehow and I'm dizzy with pleasure as I moan  and squirm on
the bed trying to hump my ass back into his thrusting. My boner  grows
harder and lifts away from where it had been tightly and snugly laying  against
my belly. It lifts in it's tightness until it's sticking straight up  with
precum drooling down the shaft as I'm overwhelmed with the deep sexual
pleasure and in my head the image of Robby sitting on my boner flashes by and
then my on-rushing climax takes over my brain. My body's stiff as I whimper and
 then squeal with cum shooting straight up from my rock-hard cock. I watch
the  stream of cum fascinated by it as my body shudders, the cum reaches
maybe three  feet and then arcs a little and heads back down to splatter on my
chest. Robby  gasps at the same second I feel his cum hitting the walls of
my bowels. It was a  sharp streak of cum, but not a lot of it.


When I climaxed just now everything sort of stopped working in  me: my
hearing, eyesight, heart, everything except the explosive sensations of  climax,
and then three little spouting water falls of spunk shoot up after the
long first one and each shorter spurts of cum drops back down to splat here and
 there on my stomach. Robby's tightly against my ass humping into my butt
cheeks  grunting, although I can't imagine he has much spunk left in his big
nuts  considering he shot a load down my throat a half hour ago. I delight
in the  swirling aftereffects of my orgasm and then I lay limply on the bed
feeling  alive and really good. Robby has his head back moaning quietly, then
he lifts  his head, looks at me, and grins, saying, "Jesus, that was a good
climax right  there. How about you, babe?" I nod my head, "Spectacular,
Robby. You really  surprised me sitting on my pecker like that." He's grinning
humping his cock in  my slippery ass a few more times, then he pulls out and
gently lays fully on me,  his sloppy cock against the inside of my leg next
to my longer noodle. I hug  him, asking, "When did you start bottoming?" He
makes a cute face, "Oh, you  know," meaning with Danny. I'm like, "Well I
can top too ya know. I didn't think  you wanted me to." He rubs his nose
against mine, saying, "I didn't think I did  either, but I learned differently."
I can't help myself, I say, "Danny milks my  nuts before he fucks me."
Robby goes, "Shhh, no kiss and tell," then he stops  and asks, "He does what?
Milks your nuts? You mean he sucks you off before  fucking?" Okay, Danny
doesn't do the milking with Robby obviously, so  I guess he doesn't consider
Robby one of his so called fuck boys. I go, "Shhh,"  to Robby question and he
laughs a little, but doesn't ask again. He'll probably  ask Danny. Truth is, I
like when Danny milks my nuts because it gives me an  awesome submissive
feeling.


We lay in bed naked for almost an  hour with Robby's cum drooling out my
ass the first ten minutes or so.  My  cum is smeared on Robby's and my
stomachs from when he laid on me. Mostly we  talk about our sophomore year that's
almost over and reaffirm to each other that  everything is honky dory as far
as he and me and our loving side-sex buddies are  concerned. Robby says, "I
see you and Ryan goofing around together between  classes and it's obvious
you love each other. I kind of miss doing it with Ryan,  you know, having sex
with him. Would you mind if I did?" I would actually, but  since I'm doing
it with Danny I lie and say, "No, of course not." He nods his  head like he
just confirmed something, so I ask, "What was that nod for?" He  shrugs,
"It's not real important, but last week I suggested maybe Ryan and I  should,
for old time sake, get it on. He turned me down politely saying how much  he
liked me and appreciated everything I did for him last year, but he only
feels right having sex with you now. He told me that he's finished being a sex
 toy for dominant perverted pricks and he wants to stay in an exclusive
lover  type relationship with you for as long as you'll have him." I frown
because Ryan  inferred to Robby I'll probably be changing my mind about loving
him sometime.  We talked about that! Robby seriously murmurs, "It looks to me
like Ryan's got  it bad for you, Dylan, but he admitted to me you're more
in love with me. Um,  should I be worried about it, if that's true?" It
annoying to me that  those two think I go around changing my mind all the time
when I've never done  that where love is involved. Well, except with Willie a
couple of times. To  Robby's question, I give a curt answer, "No more
worried than I should be about  Danny." He laughs, "Don't get mad, but I'm not
sure what that means, but I'll  take it I'm not in danger of losing you." I go,
"Don't be ridiculous, I swear  I'm not even giving that possibility a
thought, Robby. It's you and me forever."  He gives me a sweet kiss, then
mumbles, "Me too."


We take showers separately. He's  first, so while he takes his shower I put
on a flimsy bathrobe and have coffee  and a cigarette on the balcony not at
all sure how I felt about Robby and  Ryan both questioning my love. I guess
I could take it positively or is it one  or both of them wondering if
they're losing love for me? Oh fuck, there I go  again over thinking things
instead of taking what they say at face value.  Shaking my head to clear it, I
concentrate on this beautiful morning with blue  skies. It's still a little
too cool though so I don't stay outside after I'm  done the cigarette. Robby's
quick with his shower and he's dressed before I  finish my coffee at the
kitchen bar. I go, "Rob, you look so sparkling clean and  cute I might eat you
for breakfast." He leans over and we do a kiss on the lips,  then he asks,
"Has anyone decided where the hell we're all going on spring  break?" I'm
like, "Everyone has a different suggestion and the Army boys claim  they don't
care." He shrugs mumbling, "I think Disney World should be the spot.  We
oughta see it before we're too old to have any fun there." I shrug thinking,
'Disney World, huh? Oh wait, I believe that's where Danny Monday's family is
 going for their spring break. Yeah, I do believe Danny mentioned that to
me, oh,  about five times. Robby pours some half and half in his mug of
coffee, mumbling,  "Disney World might be too expensive for Connor though. Of
course we don't need  to stay in the park, there are cheaper hotels outside the
park." I go, "Huh,"  and he says, "This is the perfect time of year to go
there. You know, it's  overbearingly hot in the summer down there." I mutter,
"Yeah? Well I guess it  would be."

I leave Robby selling me on the  benefits of going to Disney World,
emphasizing there's other theme parks all  around the Orlando area too. Walking
towards the bathroom I say over my  shoulder, "Chubby will probably have it all
figured out. Let's wait to hear what  he has to say." Robby says something
I can't hear as I close the bathroom door.  Shampooing what's left of my
hair and thinking about Ryan giving me this haircut  gets me contemplating
stroking little Dylan, but Robby and me fucked not too  long ago so I'll pass on
whacking off. Man, I used to jerk off four times a day  in my early teens.
I can't remember what I thought about while doing it. I know  it wasn't
girls. Wonder why I never thought it odd that other guys were getting
interested in girls and I was like, blah... nothing. I should have suspected I  was
gay back then, but what do fourteen year old boys know? Plus Chubby and I
were doing borderline gay stuff together, and maybe more than borderline stuff
 occasionally. That could have been the reason I didn't question myself
about not  thinking about girls. Yeah, but I should have been suspicious at
least. It  wasn't until I was seventeen that fat Carl took matters into his own
hands and  it didn't take me long to know I was gay, even with an
unattractive boy like fat  Carl. Unattractive and sadistic.


Dressed in jeans and a hoodie  sweatshirt because of the cool weather
outside, I stroll into the living room  and see Chubby and Robby on the balcony
smoking. They're both very cute guys,  handsome too... so lucky me. We've
decided I'll ride home with Chubby and that  way Robby doesn't need to go out
of his way to drop me off. He should welcome  his brother home by himself
initially. Joining the guys on the balcony I get  Chubby's special smile, plus
a hug and a kiss and a head rub. "That's such a  cool haircut, Dylan. It's
gonna be my haircut for the summer." I go, "I won't be  there the first nine
weeks to give you haircuts." He goes, "No problem, bro, you  give me a
haircut before you leave for Georgia and then you'll be home for a  weekend after
four or five weeks and I'll get you to give me another one." I go,  "See,
Robby, my brother plans things out." Robby mutters, "So do I, but right  now
we gotta plan for spring break." Chubby says, "Oh, I've taken care of all
that. The Army boys don't care where we go as long as we do it together, and
the  rest of us have different ideas. A good compromise is Fort Lauderdale,
Florida.  Sunny and warm and a spring break Mecca for  untold numbers of
college students over the last thirty years. I've made  reservations at a beach
hotel and I was damn lucky to get it too. The  reservation clerk said
they'll be twelve thousand college students there this  year. She had a group
cancel out of their reservations yesterday morning not a  hour before I called.
A death in the family I think she said. Somebody died I'm  pretty sure."
Robby asks, "How far's that from Orlando? Maybe we can make a side  trip to
Disney World." Chub goes, "I don't see why not, but I'm not sure how far  it
is. Anyway there'll be six of us so I reserved a van from Enterprise at two
hundred bucks for the week. That's cheap my friends, and it has GPS too.
It'll  be fun driving down the east coast, and way cheaper than flying." I ask,
"You  made these plans without asking anyone?" He flicks his cigarette butt
way out  almost hitting a lady pushing a baby carriage. Chubby goes, "Oh
shit!" and ducks  behind me chuckling.


Fortunately the lady was unaware of  the near miss. Chubby says, "I took
things into my own hands because nobody  could make up their mind. Your idea
of Myrtle Beach would be fine in July, but  it won't be warm enough now, and
Robby's idea of a week at Disney World's idea  is too fucking expensive.
Fort Lauderdale is a college hot spot and it should be  one big long frat
party. Lots of beach parties with college girls and guys from  all over." Robby
says, "Good! I'm glad to know where we're going. We'll take  turns driving
and drive straight though in what, something like eighteen hours?"  I know
damn well Robby's itching to Google how far Orlando is from Fort  Lauderdale. I
say, "Way to go, bro. Fort Lauderdale sounds perfect. Sun and  beaches will
be a nice change from the weather we've been dealing with the last  five
months in New England." Chubby says, "Yeah, it will. I've been texting with
Dodger this morning and since Dodger, Connor and Vinnie will be at the
Dickers' house, you and me and Robby should meet with them there this  afternoon
to get our shit together about the trip, and then we'll leave Sunday."
Robby and I nod our head, "Good deal, Chub."


Chubby wants a haircut before we go  home, so I get the barber stuff out. Ro
bby says he's going to take a quick trip  over to tell Danny our plans.
Yeah, and make plans for hooking up at Disney  World I assume. Fine, no
problem. As I'm plugging in the clippers, Ryan text me  that he's at the airport
and he misses me already. Ahh, sweet. I text back,  'Safe flight, b/f, and
ditto missing you too'. After ten days Ryan and me should  have ourselves a
nice reunion. Chubby sits on the barber stool, "I've changed my  mind, bro, I
want my summer haircut now." Before starting his haircut I make  doubly sure
he wants the exact haircut I have, and he's adamant that he does. I  give
him the haircut I did for Tracy and Danny though, not the so-called  whitewall
sides that Ryan gives me. When Chubby looks in the mirror he goes, "Oh  no,
I want the sides like yours. That's the coolest part." So he sits down and
I  cut his burr haircut like Ryan cuts mine. Now there are at least four of
us at  Merrimack with basically Ryan's idea of a burr haircut. Surprising,
but  true.


Robby comes in as I'm sweeping up cut  hairs and Chubby's in his bathroom
taking a shower. I give Robby a smile and get  one back, then we do a quick
kiss on the lips. Robby says, "It's only a three  hour drive from Fort
Lauderdale to Disney World. Would you make the trip with me  one day next week?" I
go, "Yeah, I'd like to see Disney World so I'll no  longer be the only kid
in the world who hasn't been there." He goes, "Mom and  dad took Dodger and
me when I was eleven or twelve. It's cool, but since then  they've added new
attractions. Danny's been there twice already too." I say,  "I'll bet all
the guys will want to make the trip with us," and Robby goes,  "Yeah, it'll
be cool. I know Connor's never been there." He makes another cup of  coffee
as I'm putting away the barber stuff. "You're bringing that stuff home  with
you, right?" I go, "Yeah, for Vinnie and maybe a posse boy or two." Robby
asks, "When are you and Chubby leaving?" I shrug, "I don't know for sure, but
 probably in an hour or so." Robby chuckles and I ask, "What's funny?" He
shrugs,  "Oh, Danny's still giving me shit about talking him into that
haircut," and I  tell him, "Well, Chubby just got one like mine. Danny's is like
Travis' without  the white sidewalls." Robby rubs the back of his finger up
the side of my head,  mumbling, "You should have done Danny's like Ryan did
yours," and I go, "I took  pity on him." Putting his mug of coffee down,
Robby puts his arms around me,  "You look hot, boyfriend. I really liked our
sexy time this morning." I nod,  "Yeah, me too, Rob. Um, are you being honest
that you're okay with me doing this  Georgia thing with Ryan?" He squeezes
me, "No, but it's only fair since Danny's  staying with me. Still, I'm gonna
miss you like mad! At the same time though  I've never been more sure of your
love for me and I'll bet this separation  proves to both of us we don't
want to be apart again." Rubbing my nose against  his, I say, "I believe you're
right again, Rob. You're usually right." He says,  "Well, we won't know for
sure until we try this separation, but I think you're  right saying I'm
right." I chuckle, mumbling, "Mister know-it-all is right again." Another
quick kiss and Robby lets go of me, "I'm gonna throw some  stuff in a satchel
and head for home."

I walk  into the bedroom with him, saying, "It's really excited seeing the
Army boys.  Wonder if they've changed much?" He gets an overnight satchel
out of the closet  as I start stuffing dirty clothes in a duffle bag to wash
at home. He says,  "They've probably changed some, sure. Well, maybe not
Dodger as much as Connor.  Do you think those two are doing it, as in getting it
on?" I shrug, "Don't know,  but it'd probably be a good thing if they don't
'do it' with brainiac Vinnie  around." As we're collecting the stuff we're
bringing home with us Robby talks  about dinner tonight at his house. "We'll
all be there for our meeting so we  might as well turn it into a welcome
home party for Connor and my brother. Dad  suggested grilled burgers and that
kind of thing. Keep it simple he said, and  not too many beers." I go, "Good
luck with the second part of that, but yeah, my  mom and Chubby's will be
working so a cookout at your place sounds good." Chubby  comes in, asking,
"What sounds good?" and we fill him in. Chubby goes, "Dylan,  don't you think
we should have dinner with the moms at the restaurant? We can  join the guys
at Robby's afterwards." Yeah, that's a better idea, "Oh yeah,  Chub. Have
you been texting them?" He says, "Not yet, but I will now if they're  up
yet." That's what he does and they are up and anxious for us to eat with them
tonight. Dinner at the restaurant does sound better than burgers, which we
have  all the time here. That's what we're going to do: spend time with the
moms at  dinner and then beers afterwards with the guys.


Robby takes off before noon and we follow in the Jeep ten minutes later.
We'll drop off our stuff, put a load of wash in the washing machine, maybe
have  lunch with the moms, and then go over for a meeting and greeting at
Rob's place.  On the drive home, Chubby's like, "This is going to be an awesome
spring break.  It's special that Dodger, that hot shit, and Connor we'll be
on spring break  with us. And Vinnie too. I always liked that little guy.
He's so fuckin' smart."  I go, "Yeah, when he's not acting dumb trying to
relate to the rest of us."  Chubby goes, "Bull shit! We're smart! Check out our
GPA's bro." We talk  about a lot of things during the hour trip home,
including a possible side trip  to Disney World that Chubby wants to do too, and
then we're pulling up at our condos. "Always nice to be home, huh Chubby?" He
 goes, "Yeah, and it probably always will be. I wonder if the  mom's
fiancés will be at dinner with us." As we're carrying  our stuff through the
basement door, I say, "Ya know, I hope they will join us.  We gotta get to know
our step-dads better." Chubby mumbles, "It's gonna be a  little weird though
waking up with our moms and step dads coming out of their  bedroom in the
morning after probably doing the nasty." I ask, "How old do ya  need to be
before the urge to have sex fades away?" Chubby says, "A hundred and  eight."
The washing machine is in the basement so I load it with dirty clothes  and
get it going. Chubby drops his dirty clothes, "I'll load it up when your
stuff's in the dryer, Dylan." I nod at him, grin and pat his head, "Lets show
the mom's our matching haircut," and up the steps we go.


Both moms are waiting for us at the  top of the stairs. The fuss they make
at seeing us you'd think we were returning  from a three year jaunt around
the world and coming home as heroes. Lots of hugs  and kisses with Chubby
mumbling, "Jesus, we were home two weeks ago." Of course  the moms love our
matching haircuts, there isn't a haircut I've ever showed up  with the moms
didn't think was wonderful. Tris says, "You two are so handsome!  We were just
telling Alice that our boys have always been clean cut and her son,  Nicky,
has the hair to his shoulders and all these tattoos on his arm. All the  way
down one arm, right, Dee?" Then we hear all about Nicky and how Alice's
husband, Nicky's step father, is adamant Nicky get a haircut and those two are
 like oil and water and blah, blah, blah with Chubby and me grinning and
exchanging glances, like... just the moms being the moms. Conversation is
never  a problem with the moms. It's getting a word in edgewise that's the
challenge.  Chubby and I don't mind because it's reassuring seeing the moms be
their usual  bubbly selves. They're happy and that's all we care about.
Chubby finally gets  to say, "Yeah, my brother and I have matching haircuts and
you moms have  matching engagement rings." They both hold out their left
hands examining their  rings as my mom tells us what the girls at work said when
they came in  after Christmas both wearing the rings. That goes on for
awhile as we sit around  our kitchen drinking yet another cup of coffee. Tris
says, "Dee, tell the boys  what the guys said about Wildwood this summer," and
my mom tells us the twins,  the mom's fiancés, have rented a condo under
ours and will be with us that  week.


We have lunch at Joe's American Bar  and Grille. Awesome sandwiches and
more chit chat from the moms. Yes, the twins  are going to be joining us for
dinner tonight. Five-thirty sharp, which is when  the moms have a forty-five
minute break, so it'll be a quick dinner tonight.  Spending it with the our
moms is the right thing to do. Mom's twin she calls,  Harry, although that's
not his name. Tris' fiancé is called, Bud. Neither are  their given names
but rather they're nicknames from childhood. After lunch the  moms leave in
their Volvo and we leave in our Jeep. They're going to get ready  for work and
we're going to meet the boys at the Dickers place. Both moms want  us to
tell the Army boys 'hi' for them. Last time we saw the guys I told Connor  he
could consider my mom's and my condo his home, but the Dickers, and Dodger
especially, have more or less unofficially adopted Connor. Dodger told me in
one  of his emails that Connor's mother overdosed around the first of the
year. It  was shortly after her six weeks rehabilitation stay in some
facility. I'm not  sure if she passed away or is just out on the street, but Connor
hasn't heard  from her since someone informed him of the overdose, and his
money orders mailed  to her are returned as 'undeliverable, return to
sender'. It's a sad story,  but Connor is better off without her, although I won't
say that to him. I won't  mention his mother at all unless he brings her up
himself.


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



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Donny  Mumford


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