Date: Sat, 16 May 2015 23:31:41 -0400 From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter 62 DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter 62 by Donny Mumford After an abbreviated dinner with the moms, Chubby and I are now driving to Stop & Shop to buy what we'll need for a Sunday brunch for eight. After that we'll join the guys at Robby's and Dodger's house for some brews and to finalize spring break plans for Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Tomorrow morning they'll be eight of us for brunch because we've invited Robby and the Army boys, plus Vinnie to join our brunch. The moms want to see Connor and Dodger, who they're fond of, and we've invited Vinnie because he's going with us on spring break. We're leaving after the brunch. On our way to buy groceries Chubby and I decide we want to prepare a variety of brunch dishes with emphasis on breakfast. Most brunches at restaurants include lunch dishes as well as breakfast ones, hence the name 'brunch', but we rarely do that. We call it brunch simply because it doesn't usually take place until sometime between eleven o'clock and noon so the moms can sleep later after their late Saturday nights. Inside Stop & Shop I don't even bother looking for hot teenage bag boys anymore. The imbecile in charge of hiring the part time help obviously has an aversion to anyone who's young and cute, preferring instead middle aged housewives and retired people. Such is life and by now I've lived long enough to be able to handle disappointment, although I will say someone in charge of this particular Stop & Shop needs to seriously fire whoever is doing the part-timers hiring. Inside the store I roll out one of the little pint-sized shopping carts from a row of them and we start shopping. We've decided we'll prepare a bacon and cheese quiche, hash brown potatoes with diced onion and green pepper. Also Canadian bacon, which is basically ham from only the loin of the pig and not the pork belly like American bacon. We'll lightly sauté slices of that in brown butter to go with fried eggs, toasted English muffins and gooey Pillsbury cinnamon buns. For the cinnamon buns we buy the prepared dough and bake then Sunday morning creating an awesome bakery smell in the kitchen. Also we'll have freshly cut fruit and fresh squeezed orange juice, plus coffee, of course. Satisfied with that menu we select the groceries we'll need and then I push the cart to one of the self check-out lines and we check ourselves out. Overpriced items like grapes we ring up as bananas which are one/fifth the cost per pound of grapes. After all, we are doing all the work of checking-out our groceries and bagging then ourselves so that's our rationalization for self-discounting the price of certain overpriced items. After bagging everything and carrying the bags to the Jeep, Chubby drives us home where we store the items in the refrigerator. We wash-up and then we're on our way to meet the guys. When we get to the Dickers we see cars are blocking the driveway so we park in front and walk towards the pool house hearing sounds of The Black Keys', 'True Blue' CD playing inside. Opening the door a cloud of cigarette smoke and the smell of beer assaults us. As Chubby lights a cigarette, he says, "Jesus, don't you boys know cigarettes can cause headaches and bad breath?" Vinnie goes, "Ta da!" pointing at Dodger and Connor who are grinning at me, both with an imitation of Vinnie's nerdy hair style featuring a pompadour. They all have too much hair tonic in their hair and have combed an exaggerated pompadour in the front. Everyone's talking and it strikes me as funny that Dodger's now taking credit for thinking up the pompadour. He says, "I told my troops we're bringing back the pompadour." I mumble, "How'd you ever come up with that idea?" Chubby says, "Yeah, those pompadours are really gonna impress the hell out of your fellow soldiers." Dodger explains that Elvis Presley had a pompadour in the 1950's. That's when Elvis first started changing the popular music culture from 'blah' to rock 'n roll. Actually earlier today it was Dodger's idea to check out the rock 'n roll legend, Elvis Presley on YouTube. It was kinda fascinating seeing blurry black and white videos made from his TV appearances. Elvis looked pretty cool in the fifties, but he sure changed for the worst as he got older and was primarily playing in Las Vegas. It was drugs that did him in eventually and he became fat and was basically a caricature of the way he was in the fifties. Early on though he was pretty cool. He had this sort of sneer on his lips in many of the early black and white pictures and TV appearances we saw online. There was something sexy about him too, although his gyrations when singing looked a little weird. His hair was much longer than the nerdy look these guys have, but not 'long' like the hair styles of the seventies and eighties, which were two unfortunate generations style-wise. Elvis' music is kind of simple compared to today's rock music, but I guess it all began with him. Vinnie's has his lap top with him tonight and we all watch some of the sixty-year-old stuff about Elvis and in some pictures he's very handsome, but I wouldn't call him cute. He had a good head of blond hair in the earliest pictures from the fifties, but then he died his hair pitch black for some reason. His music is interesting, but it gets old pretty fast, plus he made albums of spiritual music at times too. Anyway, Dodger used the early Elvis' pompadour as justification that pompadours are cool. We lose interest in this bit of rock 'n roll history and switch to current popular YouTube videos while we make plans for tomorrow. Everyone will be packed and ready to go when they meet at Chubby's condo around eleven o'clock for brunch. We'll eat and then pick up our rental 2013 Ford Flex that Chubby says looks like a truck or a hearse, but it got three seats so it's big and the six of us will be comfortable. The car also has automatic parallel parking, a blind spot feature, a GPS, and it gets twenty-five miles to the gallon on the highway with good passing power. It's not pretty, but we all agree Chubby made a good choice when we check the car out on Vinnie's laptop. We agree to take turns driving, changing drivers every hundred miles. For fun we're going to stop at exactly the hundred mile mark no matter if we're in traffic or whatever. When a driver's one hundred miles is up on the speedometer, he'll stop and we'll rotate drivers. We'll drive through the night to our Fort Lauderdale hotel taking turns sleeping. It should take about twenty-one hours according to Google, that's if we don't get held up in some kind of traffic jam. Chubby, Robby and me will room together and Dodger, Vinnie, and Connor will be in the second room. Chubby couldn't reserve more than the two rooms because Fort Lauderdale is pretty much booked-up solid for spring break. We'll keep track of what each guy pays for gas on the trip down and even out the cost for everyone when we get there. Details, ya know? Then when we get to Fort Lauderdale we'll play it by ear from there. If we leave between two and three tomorrow afternoon we'll arrive around lunch time and we'll eat lunch somewhere, but that's as far as we've planned ahead. Tonight we're listening to music, drinking a few beers, and smoking while joking around breaking each other balls. In other words it's a typical boys' night out. Around eight-thirty I receive a text from posse boy Manny about his haircut tomorrow morning. So now I'll need to be up by nine to give him the haircut and then help Chubby prepare the brunch. It's going to be an eventful day tomorrow so around eleven I suggest to Chubby we take off for home. He goes, "Yeah, lets do that," but then Connor's next to me quietly saying, "We haven't had a chance to get reacquainted, Dylan." I give him a big hug promising him we'll have plenty of time next week for that, although I'm not sure exactly what he means by 'getting reacquainted'. The way my mind works I figure it might have something to do with sex, but that's probably me projecting. I stare at Connor feeling a lot of affection for him, but can't think of anything special to say, so I go with the obvious, "I've missed you, Connor, and I just wish I had the chance to give you a haircut or do something with you for old times sake." He smiles his smile mumbling, "Me too," then he blushes while pointing at his hair, saying, "This was Dodger's idea. You know, the hair tonic and the pompadour. Heh heh, I didn't even know what a pompadour was until he told me." I say, "Yeah, Dodger's kinda hard to say no to, isn't he?" Connor shrugs, "He's been awesome to me. That's another thing I need to thank you for." I go, "What's that?" and he says, "Hooking me up with Dodger. He thinks the world of you and he had this serious conversation with me as we were waiting in line at basic training to have our heads shaved. He told me that you wanted him to look out for me and that's what he said he was gonna do." I go, "I never told him that exactly," and Connor, says, "He said it was inferred. It made me feel good, kinda special hearing him say we're gonna be buddies, and he was good to his word too." Chubby calls over, "Let's go, bro," and I tell Connor we'll talk next week. We do a hug with Connor rubbing the side of his face against mine, but he doesn't say anything else. Damn, I was hoping he'd be more, I don't know, independent or something. On the other hand, him being his old sweet self isn't a bad thing either. We smile at each other and I get the familiar feeling that I want to do something special for him, or that something special should happen for him, like him winning the lottery or some cute guy falling in love with him, or something good. Patting Connor's shoulder, I say, "See ya tomorrow at brunch, Connor. My mom and Tris, that's Chubby's mom, both asked about you. Everybody likes you, Connor." He looks down mumbling, "Ah, no they don't, but thanks." I think he's doing fine in the Army, but just to be sure I'm gonna have a heart to heart talk with Dodger. I'm hoping he'll reassure me that Connor is in fact doing okay. A serious talk... ha, if that's even possible with Dodger. As I'm ready to leave with Chubby, Dodger calls Chubby over. Chubby goes over and, of course, pretends to mess up Dodger's pompadour. Chubby and Dodger have always gotten along as two free spirits. Chubby looks back, telling me, "I'll only be a minute, Dylan." Then I see Robby near the door grinning at me and nodding his head that I should go outside with him. I grin back thinking he looks especially cute and sexy tonight. Yeah, maybe I will grow my hair into a short ponytail like Robby's. I go over to him and he takes my hand leading me outside and around to the side of the pool house where he leans me up against the wall and his lips meet mine for a sweet kiss... with just our lips. He finishes the kiss by sucking my top lip between his lips and makes a wet sound sucking off of my top lip. "I've missed you, baby." I nod my head sucking on my lips tasting Robby. He says, "Guess what? I saw the blueprints for our condo. It'll be built in phase two of the project. They're calling these homes townhouses though, not condos. Ours is on the end of a six unit building. It's two floors, three if you count the walk-out basement, and there's a gas fireplace in the living room. It's awesome and dad already assigned it to me at the discounted, before construction price. He put the down payment on it to reserve it for me, um, for us actually. You remember, I told you about this last summer." I'm like, "Yeah, sure I remember. It's exciting, Rob! Um, were you at the office all day?" He nods, "Yeah, it was mostly boring except for dad showing me the blueprints of our place." Robby doesn't asks me what I did all day because he's probably guessed what I was doing. He rubs my head leaning against me and comes in for another delicious kiss and my heart fills with love for him. He smells so good and his face feels so right against mine. I feel his baby mustache on my upper lip and it's very sexy. When he slides his lips off mine, I whisper, "I can feel your mustache," as I trace across his upper lip with the pad of my finger. Robby grins, then kisses me again. We get into a heavier make-out now with our tongues involved and I sprout my hardest boner of the day. It makes me realize that no matter who I have side-sex with I know who I like having sex with the best. It's Robby, of course, and how I forget that at times always puzzles me. I'm clinging to him, kissing and moaning quietly as I hump lightly into his hard cock. He pulls his face away and takes my hand to lead me behind the pool house where he says, "Drop your pants, baby," as he's pulling his zipper down, taking out his hard cock. I do a whine of desire dropping my pants as Robby murmurs, "We'll be fast, but I need this right now." I like that tone of authority and get my pants down off my ass and turn around pushing my ass back and up. Robby puts an arm around my stomach and his other hand guides his boner to my ass hole. I feel the head now and he humps it in past my sphincter muscle and my body jerks as my anus grips the hard shaft at the neck right under the head of his cock. Robby breaths deeply and then humps into me hard pushing me flat against the back of the pool house jamming his cock all the way up my ass. I cover my mouth to keep from yelling from the pain of his quick penetration. Okay, Dodger's cock is fatter, but not by much, and Robby's is plenty fat enough to cause pain inside me. I groan and Robby gasps, then says, "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to do that so fast, but you've been on my mind all day and I'm crazy with desire for you," and he humps against my buttocks, tight against me from his cock to his head. He's leaning against me with his face against the back of my head and then he gets an arm around the front of my neck pulling my head back to his shoulder with the side of my face against his ear, then he murmurs, "I'll wait until your rear-end relaxes. Let me know when it's okay." I nod my head a little concentrating on the pain in my rectum and how it's beginning to fade. My body relaxes then and I moan a quiet moan as the pain turns into sexual pleasure with awesome throbbing sensations starting up in my ass. I sigh quietly, "Oooh, Robby." He pulls back his hips withdrawing his cock, waits a second, then pushes it back up my ass, then humps against my buttocks slightly moving his boner in my rectum. He puts his hand on top of my head pulling it back further and kissing the side of my mouth. I don't know, but it's like he's acting a bit dominant tonight, or am I projecting again. Keeping my neck stretched, and my head back uncomfortably, he humps his hips doing a half a dozen full hard thrust of his hard fat cock up my ass, and I mean really hard. Then leaving it fully impaling me he kisses me roughly on the side of my mouth again, then sticks his tongue in my ear. My cock is rock hard with the head hitting the back of the pool house so I reach down and pull it up, but it's so hard it wants to stick straight out and I realize I'm into a very submissive frame of mind. It just happened and a quiet whine of arousal slips out of my throat. Robby licks the side of my face, then does another half dozen harder thrusts bumping me up against the back wall. I'm gasping as my climax comes on me fast and a squirt of cum shoots out. I tighten my groin muscles cutting off further orgasm shots, moaning Robby's name. He's breathing hard in my ear, leaning fully against me, again leaving me impaled on his boner. He gasps, then pulls me away from the wall a couple of feet pushing the back of my head forward and I grab my knees. He grabs my hips and pounds his cock up my ass for two minutes straight, grunting with each thrust. The 'Slap, slap, slap," sounds are muffled by his jeans, but I feel the zipper of his fly on my buttocks with each hump against me. Robby stops, gasping and pushing his groin tightly against my ass swiveling his hips a little. I feel and hear a hard, "Smack!" on my left butt cheek, Then, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" as I drift deeper into a delicious submissive trance. He puts an arm around my belly to hold me steady and pounds his hard boned-up cock up my ass almost lifting my feet off the ground with each thrust of his hips. Hump, hump, hump, hump with me moaning in sexual pleasure. Then it's on me so I cover my mouth to quiet my squeal as my hips hump forward and cum sizzles out of my boner with me shaking and almost falling head first against the pool house. Robby's arm around my waist keeps me upright as another stream of cum shoots from my throbbing boner and I feel Robby's sharp stream of cum hit against the inside walls of my bowels and it's very sloppy in my rectum now, then sloppier as Robby takes heavy gasping breaths shooting more creamy cum up my ass . He waits a few seconds and then pounds his cock up my ass some more as I'm flouncing around like a rag doll with glorious after affects of my orgasm twirling around my groin and my rectum alive with delicious sexual sensations. He stops as I'm gulping for air, he waits while taking deep breaths before pulling his cock out and gripping behind my neck pulling my head around so my face is at his crotch. He squeezes behind my neck and I take his cock in my mouth. As I'm sucking his messy cock I'm almost deliriously submissive thinking this is the hottest sex I think we've ever had together. His hold on the back of my neck is so tight it hurts as he holds my face pressed to his shaved pubic area with his cock in my throat. I suck mightily on his softening cock as he's humping his hips against my face so his nuts swing with each hump, his scrotum bouncing up off my chin. My groin muscles are clenching as I try squeezing another spurt of cum out of my super sensitized cock. Then he stops humping his hips, pulls his cleaned cock from my mouth and gently lifts my head. He hugs me tightly kissing the side of my face as my submissive trance begins fading into the night. I'm still limp in his arms though as I lean against him hearing him say, "I love you so much, Dylan," and then I'm hugging back as we sway side to side and our lips come together once more. We kiss a long wet kiss with me clinging to Robby. Everything just registered with me perfectly from when he took my hand leading me outside and then it was one thing after another with Robby so confidently doing what he wanted, and dare I say doing everything dominantly. I still have some submissive sense about me so I need to be careful not to make a fool of myself saying or doing something stupid. As it is I'm almost crawling into his skin hugging and clinging to him. He says, "Pull up your pants," and I bite my lip loving his bossiness, although he said that in a sweet way. I pull up my pants and lean against him again as he rubs my head, murmuring, "Jeez, I don't know what came over me, Dylan. I was watching you laugh and talking inside and I loved the way you looked and the sound of that cute voice of yours," and he rubs my hair, "You with this sexy boyish haircut too. You just looked so sexy and I had this strong urge that I had to be with you. I felt this overwhelming love for you and I guess I got carried away... I'm sorry I was so rough with you. Are you alright?" I go, "I'm awesome, Robby. I loved our sex just now and I loved that you wanted me to suck your dick after you fucked me. No, it's more like I loved the way you knew I'd do it for you. That's the best part, that you just assumed I'd love doing it for you." He goes, "Oh, I didn't actually think about any of that. I was just so aroused by you I lost it. Damn, it kinda scared me." I go, "Um, about this haircut. I was kinda thinking of letting my hair grow out like yours so I could have one of these stubby ponytails," as I pull on his a little, adding, "I've never had one myself." He goes, "Whatever you want, Dylan, but I'm getting this cut short for the summer. Long hair's a lot of trouble ya know. Shampooing and drying it, and it gets to be a pain in the ass after awhile, but you do what you want." I go, "You don't mind even though you just said you liked this haircut that Ryan's been giving me." He says, "I do, I love it, but you do what you want with your hair." Now I don't know if I'll grow a ponytail or not, but I'm definitely letting my hair grow out longer than it is now. Robby takes my hand, saying, "Come on, lets not get caught here behind the pool house. We're 'out' so we don't have any reason to sneak around as lovers, but fucking behind the pool house would be kinda embarrassing if we got caught doing it." I bump into his side as we walk back to the driveway where Robby says, "I'm going to get my ass to bed now and dream about having sex with the cutest and sexiest boy ever." I ask, "Who's that?" and he laughs, "You, of course," and I go, "I like the idea we're still boys, we can grow up later." With his arm around my waist we walk toward his back door with Robby saying, "The fact is most everybody is older than us. I mean the majority of people alive are older than us and they consider us 'boys' whether we do or not. You hear old guys ask their friends, "How you boys doing? Shit like that. So if those old timers call themselves boys, ya know, we certainly qualify." I mutter, "Whatever we're called I wish I could sleep with you tonight." He goes, "You can if you want to. Come up to bed with me now." I go, "It's tempting but I'd feel funny seeing your parents in the morning," then I get a picture of Danny Monday coming down in the morning and saying 'good morning' to Robby's parents. Awkward! I add, "Anyway I've got a lot of stuff to do tomorrow morning." He says, "Give me a kiss goodnight then, and I'll see you at brunch in the morning." We do a lovers kiss, but I've lost the submissive feeling by now so I'm not falling all over Robby or clinging to him like earlier. Still I feel wonderful and in love as we wave goodbye after our kiss and he goes inside. Chubby's smoking a cigarette walking down the driveway. He goes, "There you are. I thought you'd be at the Jeep." I walk towards him, saying, "Robby and I were saying goodnight." Chubby puts his arm across my shoulders, saying, "Ahhh, that's sweet." Back in my condo I take a quick shower remembering Robby's and my hot sex a little while ago. If he can come up with that kind of dominant sexual heat extemporaneously, plus at night do our delicious lovers sex he'd be pretty much satisfying all my urges all by himself. Damn, I really got into that sex with him tonight. Oh man, if Robby starts bringing on those dreamy submissive trances in me like I love and our lovers sex I'd be following him around like his puppy dog. That's what I'm talking about when I say Rob's my man. It makes me question the wisdom of me going to Georgia this summer. Yeah, but I've got to remember how hot Ryan is too, and I know myself by now and I know it depends on who I'm with at the moment when I'm judging how hot I think Ryan or Robby are sexually, so there's that to consider. Stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel to dry myself I'm wondering what the ramifications would be if I dropped the idea of Georgia and stayed home this summer. That thought brings out all kinds of potential problems to my brain, like Danny's going to be living with Robby, and how Mr. Dickers has already arranged for Seth to keep working full time by replacing me until August when Seth will be needed again in supply and maintenance. Plus I'd be going back on my word to Ryan. Yeah, it seems I've burned the bridges of any chance to work all summer for Robby. Seth needs the money too and anyway, me being away from home for awhile might be good for me. Chubby even said so. No, I won't go back on my word, but the possibility of Robby upping his heat sexually by including episodes of the type of sex we had tonight is a very intriguing thought. What the hell, Robby and I are going to be together for the rest of our lives so I'll do the nine weeks in Georgia and hope it's beneficial in some ways. It'll certainly be very different. Yeah, but some time during this spring break Ryan will be telling his parents that he's gay and he has a lover who will be staying with him for almost two months this summer... and sleeping in his bed with him. What could possibly go wrong during that discussion? His parents will of course be thrilled with Ryan's out of the blue revelations. News that will change his parents perception of their heretofore heterosexual son. I'm so sure his parents are going to be like, 'Oh, how wonderful! Do you have a picture of your male lover? Hope he likes mom's cooking.' So, while Georgia's on my mind, I may not be welcome in the Wilcox's Georgia household. I might be considered the devil who poisoned their son's mind. I guess we'll see. I almost want to text Ryan, but it'd be too awkward if things didn't go well during his heart to heart talk with his rents. Putting those thoughts out of my mind I get to sleep quickly and when I wake up Sunday morning I'm laying in my own bed by myself. I'm thinking I had that dream again. The one where I'm on a desert island with two other guys, but I don't know who they are, which is weird because we were having sex. Two of us anyway. Ryan started these dreams I'm having of a desert island by telling me his fantasy about him and me being stranded together and last time I had the dream I sort of felt like there was sun gleaming off someone's eyeglasses, which obviously mean Ryan was there, but who's the third guy? Oh wait! Last night the third guy had a pompadour and a nerdy haircut. Or did he? I'm getting all mixed up, but the pompadour reminds me that Manny's coming for a haircut this morning. I check the time and see it's quarter to nine so I hop out of bed and hurry through my bathroom stuff, then get dressed. As I'm tying my sneakers the front doorbell rings. Hustling to get the door before it rings again and wakes-up mom, I open it and there are Vinnie and Manny. Vinnie says, "I had to give Manny a ride over here so I get to watch him getting his nerdy haircut." Manny says, "Yeah, Dylan, I'd like the geeky one like Vinnie's with a pompadour." Glancing at Vinnie, I go, "You didn't comb your pompadour correctly." Manny adds, "That haircut makes him appear agerasia, don't ya think? But, yeah your right, his pompadour does look different than it did in the selfie he sent me." I mumble, "I'll show both of you how to do it. Come on in, boys." As they come in I give each one a pat on the shoulder half expecting the posse boy greeting from Manny. Vinnie's saying to Manny, "I'm not old! You used the word, 'agerasia', incorrectly," and Manny says, "If you say so, you're the one with the vocabulary. Let's just say that haircut makes you look younger than you are, that's what I meant." I ignore all that, mumbling, "Go on down stairs, I'll be right along." They go down stairs arguing about the meaning of some word. I make a mug of coffee and take it downstairs, asking, "Do you guys want a coffee or something to drink?" They shake their heads and we go into the bathroom for Manny's shampoo. He's used to the routine by now so he pulls the straight back chair into the bathroom with him, then takes his shirt off and sits down. The boys carry on a conversation about a class they're in at school which I can't follow, so I say, "Okay, Vinnie, you can watch, but no talking. I need to concentrate." He asks, "You need to concentrate on a shampoo?" Manny's grinning, answering Vinnie with, "Yes, he does need to concentrate, and I like this part so sit on the toilet and shut the fuck up." Vinnie says, "Balls to that, I'll watch TV until the haircut starts," and he goes back to the finished basement where the TV is. Vinnie and I don't talk either other than asking how each other's doing to which we both say something like, "I'm good, dude. Good to see ya." Other than that Manny closes his eyes and relaxes, which he couldn't do the first couple of times I shampooed his dark brown hair. He hasn't had a haircut in three months so his hair is long, but not all the same length all over his head like Vinnie's was, and that's because Manny's last haircut wasn't a buzz cut. He's a nice looking boy without being especially cute. He has a small beard just starting, mostly as dark fuzz so far. The shampoo takes less than ten minutes but Manny looks so relaxed I do a good shoulder and head massage for a couple of minutes more before drying his hair, slapping him on the shoulder, and saying, "That's it, buddy!" He opens his eyes smiling and mumbling, "That was nice, Dylan. I should come over for haircuts more often." Some straight guys like being touched, even by a gay guy like me. I take it as a compliment that they do, and it's cool too that these guys hardly ever even mention the fact I'm gay. Maybe they forget I am at times. I especially appreciate them treating me like it doesn't matter if I'm gay or straight. I gained their confidence last summer and it was fun meeting and getting to know most of the posse boys. Now when I see any of them it's like we've been friends a long time. The haircut goes as expected with the guys getting the giggles afterwards looking at themselves in the big mirror over the sofa. I stand behind then combing a pompadour in each of their hair. They comb it out and try repeating what I did, which is a very simple thing to do so they both catch on right away. Then they're pointing at each other laughing and acting very immature for high school seniors. Not that I'm some mature old fogey. They're just having fun goofing on each other. Then, even though he didn't do the posse boys' greeting on the way in, on the way out Manny does the posse boy 'goodbye'. Basically just a hug and pat on the back, saying, 'Thanks for the haircut, Dylan." Then Vinnie gives me a hug but no kiss because Manny doesn't know he's gay. Vinnie says, "I'll be back for brunch at eleven, Dylan. I've got my stuff packed for spring break, so I'm ready to leave whenever you guys are." They walk out together talking about Manny's spring break activities which doesn't include Fort Lauderdale or Disney World. His family's going to Washington, DC, for the week. I've never been there either. I go up to Chubby's condo and find him pouring the quiche mixture into a quiche pan. It's sort of like a pie pan except you can remove the outside of the pan when the quiche is finished baking. That makes for easy cutting. I help him with the rest of the brunch items as we mostly listen to music and talk mostly about our food preparation. Of course Chubby can't help being funny so he's got me laughing from time to time too. Doing anything with him has always been fun and ultra relaxing because we never fight and only rarely have differences of opinions. When we disagree it's about something unimportant and one of us quickly gives in to the other. When we're almost done I stop cutting up fruit and watch Chubby's concentration as he's using a clean dish towel to wipe off any little spills from the bowls and dishes we're serving our various brunch items in. We like them to look appetizing too. My mind flashes back to the time mom took my favorite picture of my brother and me on the beach at Wildwood. We're about ten years old wearing identical blue Speedo bathing suits, our arms are across each other's shoulders, so slim our ribs are showing, both of us with buzz cuts and smiling so hard it makes me laugh every time I look at the picture that I have framed on my desk. In those days we were never apart except to sleep and we often did that together too. The memories of us back then can bring tears to my eyes at the love we had and still have for one another. It's truly a priceless and beautiful thing. Chubby looks up at me and grins, asking, "What?" I shake my head, "Nothing, just that I love you, Chub, that's all." He comes over, asking, "Does my emotional brother need a hug and a kiss?" I nod my head feeling my eyes swell up. Chubby sees that but he ignores it so as not to embarrass me. We hug and kiss each other and then it's a tight hug lasting a minute or so with Chubby murmuring, "It's you and me forever, Dylan," and a tight squeeze before letting me go. Tris came out when we were halfway through our hug. She just watched and now she's wiping her eyes, saying, "You boys are such a joy to Dee and me. You'll never know the joy you bring us." Chubby gives his mom a hug and a kiss now, saying, "We're awesome, aren't we?" She laughs and when Chubby's done hugging her she gives me a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek, asking, "Is your mom up yet, sweetheart?" I shrug and she gets her cell phone out calling mom. Chubby and I, done preparing what we can for the brunch, and we're now just waiting for things to bake, so we go out on the balcony for a cigarette. Lately moms and us have all been lax about smoking around each other. Now we don't pretend we don't smoke so much as we ignore it and simply don't mention it. Later Chubby will do the fried eggs and I'll do other last minute things just before we eat. As we smoke our shared cigarette we see Robby's pickup drive up and park. Dodger, Connor, and Vinnie get out laughing about something with Dodger getting his arm around the back of Vinnie's neck as they walk towards the back entrance to the apartment building. Connor's looking up at us giving his pretty smile and waving at us. Chubby goes in to buzz them in as my mom comes into the apartment all bright eyed and smiley. Pretty soon there's eight of us, six boys and two women interacting nicely. Dodger and Connor get most of the mom's attention as they make a big fuss over them. Connor's soon blushing a bright red and then Dodger's saying outlandish things with a straight face making everyone laugh. Everyone helps finish the brunch with someone pouring the OJ, someone else toasting and buttering the English muffins, another guy dishing out the fresh fruit and the mom's making the coffee. Chubby and I set the dishes out and line them up on the kitchen bar so everyone can serve themselves. Four people eat around the kitchen table and the other four eat in the living room around the coffee table. Everyone changes places when we get up to try something else from the buffet or to get another cup of coffee. There's plenty of talking and laughing as Dodger and Chubby outdo each other with funny shit that just pops into their heads. They both have a naturally funny way of saying things that makes what they say even funnier. The only thing missing is the curse words that would normally accompany humorous observation by Dodger and Chubby. Obviously the lack of cursing is a nod to the moms. The brunch is a success as we knew it would be and when we've eaten all we can, everyone helps clean up the mess in the kitchen. Soon the dishwasher's running and everything's shiny clean. Then us six Fort Lauderdale- bound guys are out on the balcony smoking cigarettes while the moms smoke on our balcony below us and all of a sudden it's like, um, what do we do now. Chubby takes charge, saying, "Dodger, Vinnie and I will pick up the rental car while the rest of you numb-nuts gets your shit together so we can load up and get going. We wanna be on the road by three o'clock," and that's what we do. We says our last goodbyes to our moms and then Chubby says he'll do the first hundred miles of the twenty-one hundred miles to Fort Lauderdale. He's behind the wheel and we're off, everyone with their own thoughts and anticipations of what the next seven days will bring. It's exciting actually, and many young guys who have made this same trip before us would back me up on that. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com ======================================================== Hoping some readers may be interested, there are three books of mine published and available on Amazon.com. Anyone who has Kindle can download them for next to nothing. The books are under ten dollars. Three book about a 19 year old gay boy (Oliver) who has a far different life than Dylan's. Please at least check them out by typing my name on Amazon.com. Information about the story in the books can be found in some detail there. Thank you. Donny Mumford ============================================ Please consider a tax deductible donation of any size to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expense of maintaining this ginormous free story site. Thank you very much. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html