Date: Tue, 9 Sep 2014 11:20:37 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 102 part 2 of 2 

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO 
 


Chapter  102


Part 2 of 2


by  Donny Mumford




Lee and I had sex in his car and now I'm back at the cookout with a bit  of 
a sore ass. It's not as sore as it's been at times in the past so I don't  
expect the soreness to linger, but it is a little annoying at the moment. My 
 sore ass is compliments of Lee's large six-plus inches of really fat 
penis.  His big cock plus the fact we fucked for over fifteen minutes would give  
anybody a sore ass, but it was worth it I guess. Right now Chubby, Seth, 
Lee,  me, and a cute guy nicknamed, Gums, are sitting around a picnic table 
playing  liars poker. It's a game usually played with one dollar bills. The 
object is  to use the serial numbers on the dollar bills to make a poker hand 
of sorts.  Letters representing jacks, queens, and kings don't count, just 
numbers and  the number 1 is an ace, so it's the highest 'card'. There's a 
lot of bluffing  involved in this gambling game. For example, in this first 
round my dollar  doesn't have any 4's in the serial number, so I start the 
game by bluffing,  bidding, "Five fours." All the 4's on everyone's dollar bill 
will be included  in the final count and I'm assuming there are at least 
five 4's from the other  guy's serial numbers. The bluff is in play because 
the other players might  think I have a lot of 4's, and if they have 4's too, 
they might raise the bid  to say six, or seven, or eight 4's. No one bites 
on that though, and the next  bid is five aces. I have two 1's in my serial 
number, but does the bidder  actually have any 1's? He might be bluffing too, 
and trying to sucker someone  in. More bluffing goes on as one by one we 
make our bids, each bid higher than  the previous one, and in this first game 
the bidding goes around the table  twice. Lee finally wins the hand with his 
bid of nine 6's. He's challenged and  we all show our dollar bills. Adding 
all the 6's from the dollar bills in our  hands we find there are nine 6's, 
so Lee wins and collects the dollar bill  from each of us. He'd win if there 
were more than nine 6's too, but there had  to be at least nine of them or 
wouldn't make his bid and he'd need to give  each of us a dollar. That's one 
'hand'. We all get a new dollar bill and start  fresh. Since Lee won the 
last hand, he bids first and the game goes on as we  drink and make wise 
cracks hoping to throw each other off. That's liars poker.  At the beginning of 
the game I was disturbed when I glanced over and saw Robby  arguing with 
Derrick Tanner at another picnic table. Derrick's father, Chuck  the asshole, 
was right there smugly watching them. For a second it looked like  it might 
get physical, but it fizzled out because Robby's dad calls him over  for 
something, maybe the 'something' was just to get Robby away from Derrick.  I 
can't wait to find out what the argument was about.


















































































After a half hour of liars poker we all have a pretty good idea which  
dollars bills contain the good serial numbers, so without fresh bills the game  
breaks up. I lost four dollars and Chubby was the big winner, up twenty-four 
 bucks. Lee, who won the first hand winds-up the big loser although it's 
hard  to lose a lot of money playing liars poker. Lee thinks he lost about as 
much  as Chubby won. It's a fun gambling game and if we could have exchanged 
our  dollar bills for fresh ones we'd still be playing. Chubby, Seth, and 
me decide  to hit the food line one more time before it shuts down. I get a 
hot dog and  some potato salad, the other two get hamburgers. We all grab 
another beer and  sit around our crew's picnic table to eat. Seth and Chubby 
are a little drunk,  but neither one is as drunk as I expected they'd be 
considering they were in  the beer pong game. As far as we can tell none of the 
hundred or so people  here have thrown-up yet which would not be the case if 
the hundred people at  this cookout were all college-age guys, like at a 
frat party. Most of the  employees at Dickers Landscaping and Design are adult 
adults, meaning real  adults, mature individuals, mostly with families at 
home. The ages for most of  the employees here is in the thirties and up 
range. Legally speaking we're all  adults, of course, because we're eighteen and 
older. The thing is though, guys  eighteen, nineteen, or in their early 
twenties are only 'adults' as far as the  law's concerned. We're still fairly 
immature and thinking more like kids than  'real' adults. As if to prove this 
point, we see Lee coming over eating a hot  dog so Chubby pours beer on the 
bench next to him, and says, "Billy Lee, sit  next to me, dude." Lee doesn't 
even make eye contact with me, as he says to  Chubby, "Well, Jeffrey, 
that's nice of you." He sits down and three seconds  later the beer soaks through 
his shorts. We're all staring at him trying not  to laugh when he makes a 
face with his eyes sliding over to Chubby, and he  goes, "My seat appears to 
have some sort of liquid on it, Jeffrey." Chubby  shrugs, muttering, "Do 
tell." Seth burst out with a barking laugh exchanging  glances with me, as Lee 
mutters, "Rather a sophomoric move on your part,  wouldn't you agree, 
Jeffrey?" We all chuckle now as Chubby says, "Well, we are  sophomores after all."


Robby comes over to our table, smiling and asking, "How's everyone  doing?" 
He's seems so sexy to me, especially lately and I feel my dick move in  my 
jockey shorts. Chubby says, "We're doing awesome, boss, except Lee's  
sitting in a liquid of some sort." Robby chuckles, then asks, "Ya didn't pee  your 
pants did ya, Lee?" Lee mutters, "I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume  
it's beer I sat in." Seth laughs again as Robby checks the bench seat in front 
 of him for beer, then sits down with us. I ask him, "Um, did you have a 
nice  conversation with Derrick?" He says, "I don't think it's possible to 
have a  nice anything with that asshole." I'm like, "Well, they say an acorn 
doesn't  fall far from it's tree." Robby goes,  "Fuck a whole bunch of acorns, 
who  needs another beer?" We all do so Robby and I go to get them. Walking 
to the  coolers, Robby says, "That asshole, Derrick, was working overtime 
trying to  provoke me so I'd get pissed off enough to fight him, but like I 
said to you  earlier, my dad would be really disappointed if a fight broke out 
between us  younger guys, especially at this company sponsored function 
where alcoholic  beverages are part of the function." I say, "You don't want to 
get in a fight  with that turd anyway, Robby, he's an animal and he has 
fifty pounds on you."  He says, "Mostly I don't want to disappoint my dad, a 
supervisor getting in a  fistfight with an ex-employee is the last thing he'd 
expect of me." Robby's  trying real hard to think like an adult-adult which 
isn't a whole lot of yucks  if I'm honest about it. I ask him, "What's 
Derrick doing here anyway?" Robby  shrugs, then says, "Oh, some bullshit story 
about dropping something off for  his father." At the coolers he looks at me, 
"Forget Derrick. You're looking  good enough tonight to eat, Dylan, and I 
just might do that tomorrow night on  our date." Fishing two cans of beer out 
of the icy water in the cooler and  handing Robby one, I'm like, "How about 
eating me up tonight, Robby?" He says,  "Unfortunately, as a supervisor, I 
need to stick around after the cookout and  help get this mess cleaned up." I 
crack open a beer and take a swallow, then  say, "How about after you do 
that?" Robby says, "I said tomorrow night, Dylan,  okay? Don't nag me, and 
anyway Sunday night we'll be in our apartment living  together full time again, 
sharing a bed no less. I for one can hardly wait."  That reminds me Ryan 
will be making his victorious return on Sunday,  complicating my life... maybe 
complicating my life. We carry beers for the  guys back to the picnic table 
and Chubby naturally wants to play some kind of  drinking game. I ask, 
"Can't we just have a friendly conversation for once?"  and everyone, including 
Robby, yells, "No! What fun is that?" So, Robby isn't  fully committed to 
being a real adult, only where his job is  concerned.


Robby says, "Lets play categories." That's a game where there's a full  cup 
of beer in the middle of the table that the loser of each round will need  
to chugalug. Someone names a category, like state capitols, and in turn each 
 guy needs to correctly name one without repeating one already mentioned. 
It  goes around the table until someone can't think of one or repeats one. 
When  that happens the culprit loses and chugs the cup of beer. We all sip 
from our  cans of beer as the game goes on, so obviously there's a lot of 
drinking  involved and someone usually ends up hurling. At least at college 
that's what  happens and it sometimes ends the game, particularly if the person 
hurls on  the table, or god forbid on one of the participants. Robby's first. 
He tells  us his category, "Name differences between college life and high 
school life."  Oh shit, this is so subjective there's bound to be arguments, 
but the majority  will rule if an answer is disputed.  Robby goes, "In high 
school there  are many tardy slips passed out each day, but at college 
there's no such thing  as a tardy slip." Well, yeah, that's true. I'm sitting to 
Robby's left, so  it's my turn next. I say, "Okay, in high school when the 
teacher says, 'Good  morning' you mumble something back at her. In college 
when the professor says,  'Good morning' you write it down in your notes." 
Lee says, "Yeah, if you're  the nerdy type who takes notes. That's a stretch, 
Dylan, but I'm not gonna  challenge it. I'll say for my difference: in high 
school you can't go out to  lunch because you're not allowed to. In college 
you're allowed to but you  still can't go out to lunch because you're broke 
all the time." Seth says,  "This category sucks for me because I'm going to 
college online, not on  campus. Anyway, I'd assume at college there's no one 
to tell you ya can't eat  pizza all three meals a day." Chubby mutters, "So 
true, Seth. Pizza plays a  big part in the lives of college students. Um, 
lets see. In high school you do  homework, but in college you basically study 
your ass off." It's Robby's turn  again, he says, "Here's a good one. In 
college if you're hungover and skip a  class you don't need a note from your 
mom saying you were sick. At college the  professors just assumes you're 
hungover and most of them don't care if you  skip class or not." I go, "That's a 
huge difference alright. Um for my  difference between high school and 
college, I'll have to say, in high school  the boys are cuter, generally 
speaking, than college guys." Everyone groans at  that and it starts an argument, 
but it's finally allowed to pass because,  generally speaking, everyone is 
cuter when they're younger. I mean, fer  chrissakes, who knows that better 
than a world-class boy watcher like myself?!  It's Lee's turn, so he says, 
"College girls are legal age for sex, but that's  mostly not the case in high 
school." Seth goes, "I can't argue with that. How  about this: in college the 
professor can give you an answer without needing to  look at the teachers 
guide." Chubby says, "I never had a teacher in high  school look at a 
teacher's guide." Seth says, "I'm just guessing, jeez!"  Chubby shrugs, mumbling, 
"I'm playing this round under protest. Um, college  guys are legal age for sex 
too, but not so in high school," and there's a big  argument about that 
because basically it's a duplicate of Lee's answer. It  finally passes on a 
technicality, and the game continues. It's back to Robby,  "In high school you 
live with your parents, but at college you live with your  friends." We all 
cheer at that, then I says, "In high school the fire drills  are planned 
events, but at college they're initiated by drunks coming back  from a frat 
party." Everyone chuckles, then Lee says, "In college weekends  start on 
Thursday," and then Seth can't think of one so he says, "Fuck it,  pass me the 
beer." He chugs it and that's the end of round one." Seth gets to  name the 
next category and he chooses, "States west of the  Mississippi."


The longer we play the more we drink and it gets  more and more boisterous 
with friendly arguments after every answer. That's  until Mister Dickers 
comes over to stand behind Robby. With his hands on  Robby's shoulders, he 
asks, "Everyone having a good time?" Chubby says, "Um,  are we getting too loud 
mister D?" Mister Dickers smiles, "Just a little, but  I'm more concerned 
about you boys driving after you've been drinking. Who are  the designated 
drivers, Rob? There's supposed to be designated drivers, that's  part of the 
deal with the beer drinking, right?" I can tell by his ' Oh shit!'  expression 
Robby forgot about that, but he cooly lies, "Sure, dad, it's me.  I've only 
had two beers all night so I'm gonna be the designated driver for my  crew 
and see that my guys gets home safely." His father pats Robby's shoulder,  
saying, "Good, Rob, we need these guys next summer." He moves on to the next  
table and Robby goes, "I guess that's it for me, guys. I'm done drinking 
for  the night. How are you guys feeling? Do you feel sober enough to drive?"  
Chubby goes, "Objectively, I'm fuckin' hammered, but my brother isn't, so 
I'm  good." Robby says, "No more drinking, Dylan, okay?" I mutter, "Party 
pooper,"  and Lee lies too, saying, "I haven't had much to drink. Don't worry 
about me."  We all look at Seth, and he goes, "What?" Robby says, "I'm 
driving you home,  Seth. You're shit faced. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning and 
bring you back  here so you can get your car." Seth mutters, "Yes, mommy," 
as he hiccups, then  giggles. I get up to stretch my legs patting Seth on the 
back and lighting a  cigarette, thinking, 'So  that's the end of the 
drinking games I guess'. The grille's been  shut down but Chubby, Seth, and Lee 
wander over anyway to see if there's some  barbecued chicken wings left over. 
I'm leaning against the picnic table  smoking and smirking at Robby, 
thinking how cute and hot he looks. Robby  lights a cigarette as I ask him, "How 
long will you be here cleaning up after  the cookout breaks up?" He shrugs, "I 
don't really know, I've never done it  before. Ya know, being a supervisor 
isn't exactly how I envisioned it." I  mutter, "Yeah, ya gotta put in a lot 
of hours. What kind of raise did you get  this summer?" He says, "Just 
between you and me, my salary was doubled." I go,  "Whoa, it's worth it then." 
Someone I don't recognize calls for Robby. He  rolls his eyes at me, and says, 
"I'll catch you later, baby. I gotta see what  that pain in the ass wants. 
Can't wait to get to college," and he goes off to  talk to the guy. 
Someone's always calling him it seems. I gotta agree with  Robby, I can't wait for 
college to start too, and then I'll have Robby all to  myself. Hmmm, except 
for Ryan, and the baseball team of course.  Balls!


Seth, carrying a plate of chicken wings, walks up saying, "Look what I  
got." I take a wing and he says, "They're real spicy," then he asks, "How late  
are you staying?" I look at my watch and see it's only eleven o'clock so I 
nod  at Chubby, who's goofing around with Lee as they're walking towards us 
with a  paper plate piled with chicken wings, "What time I leave depends a 
lot on when  my brother wants to leave, we came in the same car. What's with 
all these  wings anyway?" He says, "The cook just took the last of them off 
the grill and  we swooped in on them." Lee and Chubby stop at the picnic 
table where the beer  pong game was played and talks to those guys, who are 
soon laughing at  whatever Chubby's saying.  Seth and I devour the chicken 
wings, then,  wiping my fingers and lips with a napkin, I mutter, "Come on, 
Seth, lets sneak  another beer and have a cigarette. I don't want Robby seeing 
me though." We  walk down to the coolers where Seth mutters, "Jeez, look how 
many beers are  still here, floating in the ice water. I thought they'd be 
hardly any beer  left by now." Looking at him to see if he's kidding, then I 
say, "Um,  obviously the cans floating are empty cans that some goof balls 
put back in  the cooler." He chuckles, "Oh yeah, I knew that, Dylan." Putting 
my hand in  the cold water and grabbing a full beer from the bottom, I hand 
it to Seth and  get one for myself. "How many beers have you had tonight, 
Seth?" He goes, "I  don't know. I'm feeling okay though, or maybe a little 
drunk, but I can drive  okay so I don't need Rob driving me home. Um, can we 
go somewhere and  make-out? I have this sinking feeling in my stomach knowing 
I'm coming to work  Monday and you won't be here." He reaches over and 
squeezes my arm, "I'm gonna  really miss you, Dylan. You're, um, the best friend 
I ever had and I, um, love  you." I mutter, "Thank's, Seth, I love you too 
and I'm gonna miss you a lot as  well, but what the hell, we'll see each 
other on weekends or you can drive up  to Merrimack." He nods his head and 
gulps down some beer, then burps, and  says, "How about if we make-out 
someplace. I'm so fucking horny for you I feel  like a pathetic asshole." Biting my 
bottom lip, I'm like, "Huh, um, I don't  know where we could go to make-out. 
People are leaving off and on now, so the  parking lot's no good, and you 
are not an asshole, Seth. Don't say shit  like that." Seth adjust his junk, 
then says, "I wish I was more of a take  charge type, Dylan, I know you like 
that. I don't know though, when I'm with  you I feel all gooey inside. Man, 
I'm such a loser." I'm holding my unopened  can of beer looking at Seth, then 
I pop the beer open, and say, "I hate when  you put yourself down. You're 
not pathetic in any way, and you're far from a  loser. I admire you, Seth, so 
cut out the negative thinking. Come on, I got an  idea. We can go behind 
the main building, no one should be there at this time  of night."


Seth nods his head as we take our beers and sneak off behind the  trailer, 
going around the building the long way. As we walk I pass Seth a  cigarette 
and take one myself, muttering, "I'm hoping this long haired dude  you're 
going out with tomorrow night sweeps you off your feet during your  date. It's 
Jackie Bradley, right?" He chuckles, "We're both a little shy, hey,  how'd 
you remember his name?" I go, "Because Jackie Bradley Jr. plays for the  Red 
Sox, ya nut." He goes, "Oh, yeah, that's right. It's a different Jackie  
Bradley though." I don't say, no shit. Seth frowns, then burps again, and  
repeats himself, "Jackie's as shy as I am about dating. We agreed ahead of  
time not to do anything, um, you know, sexy on our date tomorrow." I ask, "You  
mean you two came right out and said that?" He goes, "In our email, yeah. 
It's  so we'll both feel comfortable and avoid any awkwardness wondering what 
the  other guy expects. A kiss or whatever, you know?" I shrug, "Whatever 
works, I  guess." He says, "You're the only friend I've ever had sex with. My 
other  weird sexual experiences have been unsatisfying experiences with 
older  strangers who were as horny as me, and now that you'll be away at 
college I'm  sorta back to where I started." I protest, "No, you're not. You've 
started  dating as of tomorrow night. If he isn't the right guy there are 
hundreds more  in that matchmaking site you belong to." Seth stumbles on 
something, blows out  a lot of cigarette smoke, then says, "Yeah, there are others, 
but not  hundreds. In my age group there's about ninety. I like Jackie's 
looks though,  and ya know, we're both shy about dating so we're starting off 
even." I say,  "Yes, you mentioned you're both shy a few times. I'm keeping 
my fingers  crossed that he's perfect for you. Don't forget, if it works out 
for both of  you, I want to meet him. Give him a haircut or something and 
see what he's  like." Seth grins, "You wanna check him out to see if he's 
safe for me, is  that it?" "Nah, Seth, you can take care of yourself, I know 
that. It's just  that I care about you and I'd like to meet him, but only if 
you guys get a  little serious, ya know?" He grins again, "I like that you're 
looking out for  me," and I protest, "I'm not presuming to do that, Seth. 
If you don't want me  to meet him, that's fine too." He goes, "Nope, if 
Jackie and I start dating on  a regular basis I'd like you to tell me what you 
think of him.  Really!"


I spot something going on ahead of us and grab Seth's arm stopping him,  
"Oh great! Look at that." I'm pointing at two people making out. An older  
woman and man are in an alcove kissing while the man's feeling her up. Seth  
mutters, "Disgusting," and I chuckle, "That's what we want to do, isn't it?"  
He goes, "Yeah, but we're young so it's not disgusting," then he chuckles 
and  mutters, "Fuck, heh heh." We turn around and start back the way we came. 
Seth  says, "Hey, I got an idea, we can get in my car and I'll drive us 
someplace, a  lover's lane or something." I stop again, "What's that over 
there?" It's  really dark back here with only one security light shining weakly 
from way up  on the wall at the back of the building. He says, "It looks like 
two more  people making out behind that dumpster." I mumble, "Romantic, huh? 
Come on,"  and we walk around the side of the building. Now we can hear the 
murmur from  the people still here at the cookout, but the music has 
stopped. As we  approach the trailer I hear grunting and then a sound like 
something  connecting with flesh. Was that a fist hitting someone's face? Seth and 
I  exchange looks, he shrugs, and I quietly whisper, "Shhh, lets take a 
look."  Walking quietly down the back of the trailer to the parking lot side we 
find  what I was afraid of, it's Derrick and Robby fighting. Derrick's in 
the  process of wrestling Robby into a full Nelson. Derrick's arms are under  
Robby's armpits and around his body and his fingers are interlaced behind 
the  back of Robby's neck. He's pushing Robby's neck and head painfully 
forward  shaking him and lifting him off the ground slightly as Robby grimaces  
helplessly. When Robby stops struggling Derrick sets Robby back on his feet  
and lets up a little of the pressure. Sweat's dripping off Robby's face and  
the pressure from Derrick at the back of Robby's neck keeps his face looking 
 down. I see the strain on his neck too. Leaning his head down next to 
Robby's,  the side of his face against the side of Robby's, Derrick says into 
Robby's  ear, "You're fucked now, ain't ya, faggot? I've been dreaming about 
this  payback. How do you like it so far?" and he applies more pressure on 
the back  of Robby's neck again as Robby groans in pain, mumbling, "Okay, 
okay, you made  your point, Derrick." Derrick lessens the pressure, and says to 
Robby,  "There's no one here to save your ass this time, is there?" Derrick 
has some  blood under his nose and Robby's face has blood on it too, plus he 
looks  exhausted and beat. The fight probably began as a quick fist fight 
and then  Derrick used his size and weight advantage to wrestle with Robby 
until just a  few seconds ago he put Robby in this helpless position. 
Derrick's sounding  very pleased with himself, saying, "None of your queer friends 
to help you  now." Robby croaks out, "Your father could lose his job," and 
Derrick snorts,  then says, "Empty threat, pussy. My old man says he doesn't 
give a shit if he  loses this shitty-paying job or not, so you're ass is 
grass." Robby struggles  a little then groans in pain as Derrick applies more 
pressure on the back of  his neck forcing Robby's head further forward and 
down.


I glance at Seth who nods his heads at Derrick, like... lets go. I put  my 
finger to my lips as I'm taking a second to calm down and think what the  
best way to go about this is. If we just run up to them, Derrick's a large  
strong guy and he could break Robby's neck before we could make him let Robby  
go. I look down and see a flat rock which might be just the thing, then  
Derrick says to Robby, "Here's what you're going to do faggot. You're going to 
 suck my cock until it's hard and then I'm going to stick it up your ass. 
I'm  keeping a half nelson on your skinny neck, but letting go a little so 
your arm  is free to drop down and undo your shorts and underpants. Then I'm 
gonna get  your nuts in my fist and you're going to suck my cock like the 
queer you are."   
Robby grunts, "Go fuck yourself," then he groans as Derrick punishes him  
by pulling his other arm back, lifting Robby off the ground again while  
pushing Robby's head painfully forward. Robby says, "Okay, okay, I'll do it."  I 
tiptoe up to them staying close to the side of the trailer. The rock I'm  
holding in both hands above my head weighs about five pounds. The only light  
back here is coming from the moon. I don't want to miss and hit Derrick's  
shoulder by doing this wildly, so I need to do it carefully. Derrick lets  
one of Robby's arms go free again and Robby does what he's told trying to 
undo  the button on his short, moaning, "Oh, fuck, it hurts to move my arm." 
Derrick  senses motion the last split second and starts to turn his head when, 
"Clunk!'  I bring the flat rock down on the crown of his head with both 
hands applying  the force. He goes, "Huh," lets go of Robby, and leans back 
against the  trailer with his hands on his head. Robby windmills his arms 
getting  circulation back, exclaiming, "Dylan! Seth, what are you guys doing back 
 here?" Without answering I swing my fist from way behind me, it's a 
sweeping  roundhouse that catches Derrick right on the tip of his chin, "Splat!" 
and he  sits down on the ground hard, as I yell, "Fuck!" shaking my hand. "My 
fist is  broken I think. Jesus!" Robby holds my hand feeling all around it, 
but nothing  makes me scream so it's probably not broken.



Robby hugs me then, muttering, "I'm so glad to see you," then he kisses  me 
and hugs me again. "I was fucked, Dylan. That prick is a tough fucker. He  
kicked my ass, but what are you doing back here?" I say, "Seth and I wanted 
to  walk around and get some fresh air away from everyone. He was feeling a 
little  queasy." Seth hiccups, and says, "I wasn't queasy." Robby mumbles, 
"Derrick  lured me back here saying he wanted to apologize to me for being 
rude earlier,  but first he thought I'd want to help you. He said you were 
throwing up behind  the trailer. I stupidly followed him around here and he 
dazed me with a hard  sucker punch to my eye and it was all down hill from 
there for me." I say,  "You don't look too hurt." He says, "It was mostly body 
blows so I grappled  with him and he got me in that fucking full nelson hold. 
Man, it's a helpless  feeling. Like I said, he kicked my ass, basically." 
Derrick looks up from his  sitting position on the ground, and snarls, "You 
skinny fuck, Newman! What'd  you hit me with?" I say, "Which time? Um, the 
first time I used that flat rock  there next to you and then I punched you a 
real good one right on your goofy  looking chin. I should have hit the top of 
your head with the rock." He  staggers up, muttering, "Let see how tough 
you are without rocks," and Seth  catches Derrick right in the solar plexus 
with an awesome roundhouse punch to  the stomach. Derrick goes, "Ooofs," and 
sits back down. Robby and I nod at  Seth, who's grinning, then snickering, 
mumbling, "I got him good with that  punch." Robby frowns at Seth, then says 
to me, "I don't want dad hearing about  this fight." He kneels down to look 
at Derrick sitting on the ground.  Derrick's taking deep breaths as Robby 
says, "Are you satisfied you got your  revenge?" Derrick opens his mouth like 
he's testing his jaw after my punch  caught him there. Then he says, "No, 
we're no even close to even and now  it's your faggy boyfriend who also needs 
to be taught a lesson." Robby says,  "Don't be an asshole about it," and 
throws a short hard, one foot punch into  Derrick's nose and blood runs out. He 
says, "And don't call him faggy, you're  the one who wanted your cock sucked 
so you could stick it up my ass. I'll look  up your father and explain our 
little misunderstanding to him. Oh, and since  he doesn't care about his 
shitty job I'll relay that to my dad for him."  Derrick's holding his nose, 
then he looks defiant, saying, "Okay, we're even,  you pricks. Dirty fighting 
pricks," which isn't what I expected him to say at  all. Robby stand up and 
holds his hand down to help Derrick up but Derrick  smacks Robby's hand away, 
staggers up again on his own. Without looking at us  or saying anything 
else he limps away around the trailer and into the parking  lot.


Robby takes a deep breath, and leaning against the trailer, he takes  his 
cigarettes out of his pocket. He offers one to Seth and me, we take one,  and 
Robby holds up his lighter lighting our smokes with his hand shaking,  
quietly saying, "Thanks, guys. That was embarrassing, you seeing me helpless  
like that, Dylan. Really fuckin' embarrassing." I mumble, "Ya can't win 'em  
all. I've had my share of losses in fights." Seth goes, "Whaddaya mean you  
lost? That dick-head lost." Robby nods his head dragging on his cigarette.  
With smoke coming out his nose and mouth, he goes, "Yeah, when it was three  
against one we won, but I lost to him big time one on one." I chuckle,  
"Actually it was four against one counting this rock here," as I bump it with  
my toe. Robby shrugs, "I lost, that's all I know." I say, "You know my  
philosophy about fighting, Robby. It's no holds barred, so use whatever is  
fucking available. Fuck fighting fair, it's a street fight, fer chrissakes."  
Robby wipes his nose with the back of his hand, asking, "How do I look. Can  
you tell I've been in a fight?" I go, "A blind person couldn't tell maybe, but 
 yeah, you look to me like you were in a fight." Robby mutters, "Fuck," 
then,  "Come with me, I've got the key to the locker room. I'll see if I can 
clean up  before dad sees me." The three of us walk behind the building the 
long way  around to get to the locker room. Seth asks, "Do you think Derrick 
will tell  about us hitting him over the head with a rock and punching him 
three on one?"  Robby says, "It's unlikely because he won't want it to get out 
he wanted his  dick sucked or that he was going to fuck me up the ass." 
Then Robby sort of  shakes, "Jesus, the thought of that is so sick. Derrick 
Tanner of all people.  Thanks again guys."
 
In the locker room Robby turns on the lights in the  lavatory and checks 
himself out in the mirror, mumbling, "Not too bad," then  he washes his face. 
That gets the blood off his face, but here's nothing he  can do about the 
red bruise on his cheek bone and the puffiness around his  eye, or his fat 
lip. I'm looking at him wishing I'd hit Derrick harder with  the rock until I 
think, 'Fuck, I could have killed him'. The things  you do on the spur of the 
moment... scary. It's lucky he has a hard skull. Heh  heh, but that sound 
when the rock connected with his head was awesome! I take  the opportunity to 
wash up too and then Seth does the same. Robby mutters,  "I'll say I ran 
into something in the dark investigating a noise I heard  behind the trailer. 
That's if anybody even notices my fat lip and bruised  cheek. Priority 
number one is to stay clear of my dad the rest of the night,  if I can." I 
mutter, "Mums the word unless Derrick says anything and then it's  the three of us 
giving our side of things." Robby and Seth nod their heads and  we leave 
the locker room walking back the long way again. Robby tells us his  dad wants 
everything closed down by midnight and all the crews heading for  home. 
Then he adds, "Well, they don't need to head for home, but they gotta  vacate 
these premises, basically." I ask, "How do you feel, Robby?" He shrug,  "He 
got in some good shots so I'm gonna be sore tomorrow. Fuck, that really  
sucked! I hate losing." I go, "Seth's right, in the end Tanner lost. We  creamed 
him." Robby nods, "Yeah, thanks to you guys. You saved my ass again."  He 
says 'again', but Seth wasn't here for the first fight with Derrick, which  
is a mere technicality... I know what he meant. Robby's beating a dead horse, 
 saying again, "I lost the fight until the cavalry showed up. That 
asshole's  fucking strong." Seth's quiet, looking concerned for Robby. I say, "Well, 
that  asshole is 'oh' for two in fights with you, that's all I know. Maybe 
he'll  wise up now." Robby shrugs.


As we enter the cookout area the first person I notice is  
Chuck-the-asshole talking with one of the managers. He's showing obsequious  body language 
and laughing nervously at something the manager he works for  just said. The 
important thing is he's not looking pissed-off or concerned at  all. My 
conclusion is he doesn't know about Derrick getting hit over the head  with a 
rock yet. I tend to agree with what Robby said, it's unlikely Chuck  will ever 
hear about it. Robby sees Chuck too and his lip curls, as he says,  "That 
fuck! I'm gonna have a heart to heart talk with dad about Chuck." That's  
what he says now, although I doubt he ever will. I say, "You've got enough to  
do cleaning up here, Robby, I'll see that Seth gets home safely." Robby  
squeezes my shoulder, "Thanks, Dylan. Are you guys taking off now?" I say,  
"Um, I've got to find Chubby and then we'll take off." Robby goes, "Oh shit,  
there's my dad so I'm heading the other way, I'll call you tomorrow," and he  
kisses me quickly, muttering, "You're my hero," then, "See ya, Seth. Don't 
be  a stranger. Oh, I'll see you at the welcome home party for my brother 
and  Connor next weekend, right?" Seth says, "Sure thing, Rob. Take care of  
yourself and, um, I enjoyed working for you all summer." Then he gives Robby  
and awkward hug, adding, "Um, and thanks for putting in a good word to your 
 dad to keep me on year round." Robby says, "It's the company's gain, Seth, 
and  you're very welcome. See ya, guys. I'll call you tomorrow, Dylan." I 
grin at  him and give a little wave as he heads to the left jogging to 
catchup with  another supervisor. I hear the supervisor say, "What the fuck 
happened to you,  Rob? Ya been in a fight?" I only hear Robby say, "Stupid me, I 
ran into...."  and then they're out of hearing range.


I look at Seth, "One more beer, dude, and then we'll find Chubby." He  
says, "Okay, but you don't need to drive me home, Dylan." I go, "I know, but  
I'll follow you to keep my word to Robby about getting you home safely."  
Thinking that Seth's had a lot more to drink tonight than me, we only share a  
beer with me drinking most of it. As we wander around sharing the beer and  
smoking a cigarette, we talk about the quick fight. By now there's only about 
 twenty-five people still here. It's quarter to twelve when I spot Chubby. 
He's  with a half dozen guys sitting around a picnic table bull shitting, 
laughing,  smoking, and drinking the last of the beers. I motion to Chubby and 
he yells  over, "Bro, where the fuck ya been. I'm telling these guys about 
that time we  got smashed in Wildwood and went for a swim in the ocean. Come 
on over here."  I say, "Time to go," and one of the guys I don't know, 
says, "We got fifteen  minutes, dude, what the fuck's wrong with you." I mutter 
to Seth, "Who's that  asshole? He shrugs, then Chubby says, "Let me finish 
my beer and I'll be ready  to go." I wave my hand at him. Seth and I wander 
down towards the trailer  again as I say, "Lets see if the back of the 
building is clear now." Seth,  says, "Now you're talking," and he gooses my ass 
saying, "These beers got me  thinking I can be in charge." I mutter, "Oh boy." 
We walk to an alcove, the  one just before the one I spotted the middle age 
couple making out in. Seth  says, "Get in here." I grin at his phony 
'in-charge' attitude, muttering,  "Sure, Seth," and follow him. Hidden in the 
alcove we can only see whats right  in front of us. Seth puts his hand between 
my legs as his other hand goes  behind my head and he pulls my face against 
his. Our noses bump together and  then his lips suck on my top lip as he 
gently massages my cock. My arms go  around his waist and with Seth keeping his 
hand behind my head, we make out  with lots of slurping mouth sounds. It wet 
and delicious as our saliva mixes  and drools down our chins.


We French kiss and then he sucks on my tongue, all the time keeping  
pressure on the back of my head with his hand so our faces are squashed  together 
with his scent invading my olfactory glands sexily. It's really sexy  and 
everything clears out of my mind except this make out, and my cock. When  my 
cock begins to get hard, Seth unbuttons my shorts and gets his hand in my  
underwear, his fist goes around my cock to stroke it as I moan into his mouth, 
 "Mmmmm, ummmm," breathing hard through my nose. Two more minutes of that 
and  we're both desperate for a deep breath so the kiss breaks with me 
dragging my  tongue alone Seth's cheek as the sides of our faces slide together 
and our  chests heave, taking in oxygen. Precum drools from my cock running 
down Seth's  fist and then his lips are back on mine sucking and kissing, as 
we lick each  other's mouth. His teeth scrape my tongue and then his tongue 
is all around  the inside of my mouth with our front teeth scraping together 
and Seth moaning  and doing little hump into his fist that's holding my hard 
cock. He moans,  "Mmmmm, Dylan," squeezing my boner tightly and then 
pulling his hand out and  licking my precum off the back of his fingers. He 
pushing his saliva coated,  partially precum covered finger into my mouth. I suck 
on them and then lick  them until his mouth is on mine again.  
My hands are rubbing his head and hair as I keep his face against  mine. He 
gets both his arms around my neck for more deep kissing and  keeps moaning. 
Seth then pulls his face away a little, muttering, "I  almost shot my 
load." He looks at me, kisses me once, then turns me around and  pulls my pants 
down to my knees, then my underpants. My cock is tight against  my belly, 
hard and wet.



Seth makes a whining sound of desire as he pokes his finger up my ass  and 
pulls down his zipper. Taking his boned-up cock out of his shorts he pulls  
his finger out of my ass, wraps his arms around my stomach, and pulls me  
tightly against him with his hard wet boner pointing up between my buttocks.  
He puts his tongue in my ear and then murmurs, "Your ass in slick inside. Is 
 that lubricant?" Oh fuck, it's residue from Lee's condom. I mutter, "Um, I 
 don't know." Seth kisses the side of my mouth and then puts a finger in my 
 mouth and I suck on it as he backs up six inches to lineup his cock with 
my  asshole. He presses it against the lips of my asshole and they spread 
slowly  with Seth making his whining sound of sexual arousal again.  "Aaaaah,"  
comes from me as his cock head slides nicely past my sphincter muscle and 
it  feels better than Lee's fat cock.  There's no pain, only sexual pleasure  
that makes me shudder and moan, "Mmmm, feels good, Seth." He reaches in 
front  of me and strokes my cock as he pushes his boner up my ass. Oh fuck, it 
feels  so good as all the muscles in my rectum clench tightly, seemingly on 
their  own.  
Seth goes "ooooh, aah, aah, aah," as he finishes pushing his cock up my  
ass and then his crotch presses against my butt cheeks tightly. Letting go of  
my cock, he puts both his arms around my waist pulling my back against his  
chest. He kisses, then licks the side of my neck and then starts moving his 
 hips fucking me steadily. "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds 
echo in  the alcove accompanied with, Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah," grunts of 
pleasure from  me. Seth goes, "Mmmmmm, ooh yeah," and more, "Slap, slap, slap, 
slap, slap,"  until he pulls his cock out of my ass leaving my anus lips 
quivering and  sucking at air. He turns me around abruptly and wraps his arms 
around my neck,  his tongue's in my mouth siding around warm and wet on my 
tongue as his hips  hump into his hard cock that's sticking up next to my boner 
on my belly. His  boner's sticky and sexually sliding in precum and ass 
juices between us.  My shorts slide from my knees to bunch around my ankles. My 
hands rub over his  back and up past his neck into his hair as he sucks on 
my tongue and continues  humping his sloppy boner. His cock slides between my 
bare belly and up and  under his t-shirt on his belly.  The happy trail of 
fine hair from his  bellybutton into his pubic hairs tickle my boner as my 
balls sway slightly in  their skin sack feeling heavy and hard.



Out of breath, Seth pulls his mouth away from mine and take some deep  
breaths, then licks my face and says with his lips against my ear, "I want the  
pleasure to last so I never forget how special you are." I'm happy to let 
him  do this sex anyway he wants as he takes hold of my shoulders turning me 
around  again. Pushing behind my head I step back and bend at the waist with 
my arms  stretched out and hands on the emergency fire door in the alcove. 
Seth grabs  my hips and his hard cock slides up my ass again. He fucks me 
slowly and  steadily for five or six minutes until I'm delirious with sexual 
pleasure  humping my hips with the need to cum. Seth leans over to lay on my 
back, his  arms tightly around my chest and he begins a hard fast and furious 
fuck,  "Slapslapslapslapslapslapslap," sounds in my ears, with me 
constantly moaning,  "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, aah, aah, aah, mmm, mmm." My boner tightens 
more and  moves away from my belly to sticks out straight, so hard it feels 
numb. It  barely moves as Seth slams into me repeatedly, his hard cock 
feeling fantastic  inside me, sliding over my prostate constantly stimulating 
the lips of my anus  as they grip his fast moving boner while it moves back 
and forth in my ass.  With his arms around my chest he lifts me up against him 
again, my back  against his sweaty chest. Seth's moaning and making a 
whining sound that tells  me he's gonna climax soon.  "Slap, slap, slap, slap, 
slap," and  every muscle in my body tightens as my own climax announces 
itself. I know  it's going to blow any second, and then I squeal while violently 
humping  my hips as cum fires up from my balls, straight out the shaft of my 
boner to  splash against the door. The spray off the door wets my groin with 
a mist of  cum as the head of my cock sends out sexual pleasure sensations 
that has my  shoulders shuddering. Three shots of cum follow the first and 
I'm dizzy with  sexual pleasure and then Seth gasps and I feel his hard 
stream of cum hit  inside my bowels. It squishy and warm with his cock making a 
sloppy wet sound  as it plows my ass with Seth moaning as he drives his cock 
back and forth in  my ass. Cum drools out around his boner and runs down my 
butt cheeks as he  continues humping. And then he stops and clutches me, his 
forehead on my  shoulder, and he groans gasping for breath.


Awesome sensations buzz around my groin and rectum before fading to a  
pleasant well-fucked feeling. I slump against the door breathing deeply with  
Seth plastered to my back, his cock motionless inside my ass. I tighten my ass 
 muscles a few times loving the feel of a hard cock there and then he 
slowly  withdraws it as we both moan, "Aaaaah, oooh, mmmm." My buttocks quiver as 
cum  rolls down the back of my legs. "Oooh, man, that was something 
special,"  murmurs Seth, "Oooh, man," and then I feel his cock sliding back up my 
ass in  his creamy semen for another minute of, "Slap, slap, slap, slap." He 
pulls it  out again and gives my ass a hard, "SMACK!" then he mutters, "Oh, 
I'm sorry  about that, Dylan. I don't know what got into me." He turns me 
around by my  shoulders again and hugs me as I mumble, "Some ass smacks are 
sexy, Seth, no  problem." He chuckles and slaps my ass, "Smack, smack, smack," 
then says,  "Yeah, I see what you mean, and "Smack, smack," with him 
chuckling some more.  "You're truly awesome, Dylan. I'm gonna miss you something 
awful." I take a  deep breath and let it out slowly with my cheeks puffed 
out. Then say,  "Unfortunately we better be getting back, it's after twelve."


First I use my handkerchief to wipe as much of his cum off my legs and  ass 
as I can reach, then pull up my underwear and shorts. Seth asks, "Can I  
use that handkerchief?" I hand it to him and he wipes his belly where his hard 
 cock was resting when he was hugging me, and then he wipes at his cock 
before  handing the wet handkerchief back to me. Stuffing it in my back pocket 
we  begin jogging down the back of the building with Seth looking at me 
grinning,  and asking, "That was pretty awesome wasn't it?" I go, "Jesus! I'll 
say, you  really fuck good." He says, "Thanks to you I'm getting the hang of 
it. Man, I  loved that!" We slow up at the trailer. I peek around the corner 
and see some  guys still milling around so we step out in the open and walk 
casually past  the empty coolers. Then Chubby calls over, "Ready to go, 
bro, and I see him  smoking a cigarette sitting on the top of a picnic table." 
Seth and I saunter  over as cool as you please, and when we're at the table, 
out of the corner of  my eye I see Robby. He on the other side of the 
blacktop with a group of  supervisors near the grilles. Chubby, nods at the group 
of supervisors,  explaining, "They're organizing the cleanup so lets get 
the fuck outta here  before we get recruited to help. I'm hammered, bro." The 
three of us jog giggling to the  parking lot with Seth muttering, "Fuck 
that, I can't help clean up, I'm too  drunk." I grab his arm, "Let me drive you 
home, dude." He says, "I can drive,"  and I say, "I'm following you." He 
nods his head, and walks to his car. Chubby  and are further away, our Jeep is 
one of five cars left in the parking lot. We  get in the Jeep and Chubby 
puts his seatbelt on, then closes his eyes.  Good.


Seth waits for me at the entrance to the parking lot and when I pull up  
behind him he pulls away slowly. He drives overly cautiously the way you do it 
 when you know you've had too many alcoholic beverages. I stay behind him 
and  he makes it back to his ratty looking apartment building, but can't find 
a  place to park. Three blocks away he parks with one front wheel on the 
curb. I  put the Jeep in neutral and walk over to him sitting in the car 
looking at me.  He goes, "What?" I say, "You're on the curb, back up slightly." 
He does that  very slowly and the right front wheel bounces down off the curb 
with Seth  frowning and muttering, "What the fuck was that?" Holding back a 
laugh, I go,  "Um, nothing. Turn off the car, but first put your windows 
up." He does that,  gets out and locks the car, then hugs me swaying. I lead 
him to the Jeep and  get him in the back, then drive him the three blocks 
back to his apartment.  Turning around to look at him, I say, "If you can't 
remember where you parked  your car in the morning, text me. He laughs, "Oh, 
yeah, I'm so sure I won't  know where my car is parked." Then he leans over 
the front seat and kisses me,  mumbling, "Good night, I love you." I smile at 
him and he gets out. Watching  him into his apartment, he turns and waves 
and that's it. Taking a deep breath  I glance at Chubby. He's deeply asleep. 
Ya know what, I've never heard him  snore, so he's got that going for him 
too. He looks so cute I rub my fingers  through his hair and then drive us home.


Chubby's not easy to wake up, but he  finally opens his eyes and looks 
around, nod his head, mutters, "Uh huh," and  staggers out of the car. I walk 
upstairs with him and he can't find his key so  I get the well hidden spare 
key from the mailbox where no master cat burglar  would ever think to look for 
it, and let him in. I go in with him and pull  down his shorts and just 
barely get his t-shirt off before he flops in bed.  After pulling off his 
sandals and pulling the sheet over him, I kiss him on  the cheek and leave him to 
sleep it off. Down the steps to my condo, I let  myself in, glance at my 
mom's bedroom door. It's still open so she's not home  yet. After brushing my 
teeth really well, then gargling, I take a long shower,  dry off and put on 
boxer shorts. In the kitchen I take two Tylenol swallowing  them by drinking 
from the orange juice bottle, then get in bed. Well, that's  it for that 
summer job. Now I'll start my part time job at the North Andover  Stop & Shop 
October first. What a summer this has been, but the vacation  isn't 
officially over until Sunday when we move into our college apartment,  then 
everything's different and seemingly new. Sleep comes quickly and I don't  wakeup 
until almost eleven o'clock Saturday morning.



Taking inventory of myself  this morning: I don't have a hangover, my ass 
isn't sore, I'm not horny, I'm  well rested, and I'm feeling good! Okay, 
that's the way to start a day, plus  there isn't anything I have to do today. 
I'll do stuff that I  feel like doing, like a nice long pee. After that I turn 
the radio on and out  blares an old favorite of mine. It's Steven Kellogg 
and the Sixers playing  'Shady Esperanto' featuring the catch phrase 'I never 
Want To Get Old'.  Perfect! Then I remember I'm already getting old, I'm 
twenty years old, fer  chrissakes. Where'd my youth go? My teen years are 
kaputt. Well that sucks!  Getting dressed my iPhone beeps indicating a text. I 
pull on a sleeveless  t-shirt, glance at my tattoo, and check my phone. It's 
from Seth. 'Dylan, awesome cookout last night, but someone  stole my car.' I 
chuckle, then text back, 'The  thief parked it three blocks to the right  
of your apartment building.'  He texts back, 'Um, I was kidding. I knew 
that.' Ha ha, I  text, 'Liar liar pants on fire!' In the kitchen I  gulp down 
some orange juice and make a cup of coffee. On the balcony smoking a  
cigarette, I'm drinking my coffee and reading the Globe sport section when two  of 
the posse boys text asking for haircuts. Mark Cranston and Jameson Doyle,  he 
has those beautiful green eyes and pretty light brown hair. These are the  
last two posse boys to get back-to-school haircuts. I text them back telling  
them to come right over. Jameson arrives just as I'm finishing my coffee. 
Old  habits are hard to break so he does the posse greeting at the front 
door. I  leave a note there telling Mark to come on down when he gets here. It's 
fun  shampooing and cutting Jameson hair. He's a nice polite kid even 
though I  don't consider him the least bit sexy. Mark comes downstairs just as 
I'm  outlining around Jameson's ears with the trimmer clippers. None of us do 
the  posse greeting and it's a reminder that Mark's no one's favorite, so I 
feel a  little bad for him. He was a prick to me at the beginning of the 
summer, but  since then he's been a decent enough guy. Some guys are more 
likable than  others, that's just the way it is. It's twelve-thirty when Mark 
leaves and I'm  wondering how Chubby's doing so I say goodbye to Mark and go up 
the steps to  Chubby's condo and let myself in. 


Inside I hear the shower  running in his mom's bathroom, but Chubby's 
bedroom door is closed. Hee hee, I  quietly go in and there's my brother sleeping 
soundly. Taking off my shorts, I  kick off my sandals and ease myself into 
bed with him. Mmmm, he smells good  until he says, "Gosheman," in his sleep 
and his breath drifts over. Jesus H  Christ! Yeah, I put him to bed last 
night without making him brush his teeth.  I knew I forgot something. He's 
sleeping on his back as I slide out of bed and  pad into his bathroom for his 
mouthwash. Filling the cap with mouthwash I drip  some on his lips, trying not 
to laugh. Chubby frowns while licking his lips,  then swallows and turns on 
his side facing me with his mouth open a little. I  pour the rest of the 
mouthwash in his mouth. Some of it runs down the side of  his chin but most of 
it goes in his mouth. He coughs, sputters, and opens his  eyes. "What the 
fuck?" from Chubby, as I lift the covers and get in bed beside  him. He 
groans, moves over, puts his arm over my side, and goes back to sleep.  I rustle 
around until I'm facing him and he does appear to be sleeping again.  How 
the hell does he do that? I'd be cranky if he woke me up like this, and I  
wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Staring at his face, I think he's so  
good looking, but then we are brothers, hee hee. I just complimented myself.  
With the pad of my finger I trace down his perfectly formed nose. It's like 
my  nose and we both got it from our father. Our dad will be forever 
seventeen,  just ready to turn eighteen. A tear comes to my eyes as I bite my bottom 
lip.  How cruel life can be. Chubby's complexion and brown hair and eyes 
are like  our dad's. I've got my mom's coloring and my grandfather's height, 
such as it  is. I stare at Chubby thinking about our life together and get 
another tear,  and this time it runs down my cheek. How I love Chubby, I can't 
put the extent  of it into words. It's a special love like no other, such a 
comfort having him  in my life, such a blessing. Fuck, I'm too emotional. I 
gotta get a grip, but  if I had a chance to be nine again and live our 
lives over I'd do it in a  second, and everything could be exactly like it was 
too. I wouldn't change a  thing. Hell, if I could do it from age three I'd do 
it. That's as far back as  I have a solid memory of us together, although 
we've been together since I was  two days old. Chubby's my most cherished 
gift in life. A couple of more  tears.


I wake up for a second time  this morning blinking my eyes. What the fuck? 
Oh yeah, Chubby's room. He's not  in bed though. Then I notice his shower 
running so I pull his pillow over and  smell that scent I've known and loved 
all my life. Life is good even as it can  be cruel and unfair at times. The 
shower turns off and a minute later Chubby  comes out of the bathroom 
followed by a cloud of steam. As usually he comes  out naked carrying a towel. I 
say, "Shouldn't the towel be around your waist  for modesty sake?" He says, 
"How delightful waking up seeing you next to me,  bro, did you sleep with me 
all night?" I go, "Of course I did. You were so  drunk I was afraid you'd 
fall out of bed. What's a big brother to do except  lookout for their younger 
reckless brother?" He smirks at me, "I have a mother  of a hangover and it's 
your fault." I ask, "Why's that?" He pulls on jockey  shorts, saying, "You 
abandoned me last night instead of looking out for me.  Those guys were a bad 
influence on me and you know how susceptible I am to bad  influences." I 
go, "That's funny, I thought you were the ringleader  encouraging your 
followers to pound down the beers." He's dressed, asking,  "How would you know, I 
hardly saw you at all night. Those fucking chicken  wings were killers 
though, weren't they?"


Chubby takes three Tylenol,  I call Robby and we decide to go to lunch. We 
round up the moms and treat them  and Robby to lunch at Friendly's near the 
Natick mall. After Robby explains he  got his black eye and fat lip running 
into a pole in the dark last night, we  rehash last night's cookout 
eliminating anything the moms don't need to hear.  The conversation after that is 
all about college. The moms run through a check  list of things we needed to 
do. Between Robby, Chubby, and me we've taken care  of most of the things the 
moms can think of. Actually, Robby took care of most  of the apartment 
stuff, but Chubby and I took care of our college loans  concerns. We're 
surprisingly on top of everything except for gathering the  stuff we want to take 
with us to college. Our electronics, clothes, and  miscellaneous stuff like 
the Keurig coffee maker and stocking the apartment  with food... stuff like 
that. Mom makes a list of things we want for the  apartment as we think of 
them. Last year was much more nerve-racking because  it was all new to us. This 
year it feels like we're much more in control and  therefore there's much 
less stress. We're excited more than anything else.  When we're done with 
that Robby tells the moms how awesome Chubby and I were  as workers for Dickers 
Landscaping and Design this summer, and we tell the  moms what a great boss 
Robby was. It's a mutual admiration society making  everyone, including the 
moms, feel good. And most of what we say about each  other is partly true 
which makes it all the better. The moms feel relieved  we've got our act 
together and so do we actually. It's reassuring to  brainstorm everything and 
feel confident we've got everything covered. If it  weren't for the need to 
attend classes and study this coming year, college  would be perfect.


After lunch Robby goes home  to get his shit together and Chubby and I do 
the same. We'll drive to  Merrimack tomorrow after brunch. Yeah, our summer 
vacation feels like it's  over for real now as we prepare for going back to 
college. That's where our  focus is now. Robby and I have a sweet lover's 
date tonight exchanging words  of love and compliments passing back and forth 
between us. That's followed by  two memorable sex acts to officially end our 
summer of coming together closer  than ever. We're engaged to be married, 
more committed and in love with each  other than I thought it was possible to 
be. I don't think the future has ever  looked brighter than the way I see it 
now. Robby finally feels confident and  comfortable leading him and me into 
whatever comes next, and it gives me a  warm feeling of being loved and 
taken care of. I like that a  lot.


the end...  (of Dylan's Summer Vacation Two")   Watch for  "Dylan's 
Sophomore Year" coming soon.  Thanks for reading!


Donny Mumford   _thinat20@yahoo.com_ (mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com) 
 
Just a reminder, I have had two  books published that are available on 
Amazon that perhaps you would like  to order, read and hopefully enjoy.(Actually 
one book and one short  story. Read the short story first). There about 
'Oliver'. You can easily find  them by searching for 'Donny Mumford' at the 
Amazon web site.  

And I would appreciate it if you would  provide a comment at the site for 
the stories as well.  Thanks.
 

Donny Mumford



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