Date: Sat, 18 May 2013 10:46:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO  Chapter 13   by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

				Chapter  13

			     by Donny Mumford


It's a beautiful Friday morning and because I got to bed fairly early last
night I'm feeling really good this morning. After work yesterday afternoon,
while it pouring rain outside, I fixed Ryan's haircut and then we
experienced a luscious hour in my bed together doing mostly lover's sex,
although he did suck a hickey on my neck and was a little rough with the
lover's sex because he was mightily aroused by me licking and sucking his
body. I've been thinking, maybe I haven't been getting enough sub/dom stuff
lately; we've been leaning more towards lover's sex of late, so that
slightly rough lover's fuck was as close to dominant sex as I've had this
week. Ryan decides the type of sex he lays on my body, so I'm not
mentioning that I'm missing the dominant sex unless it comes up somehow in
a conversation. I feel good being slightly submissive to Ryan even when the
sex is over. That's a game to me and he's overstating the situation when he
says I'm in danger of becoming too submissive to him. The fact of the
matter is he's the one overly committed to me. Pretending he's dominant in
our relationship is fun though, and it's the kind of pleasant thing I
always hoped I'd feel with Robby, but it never quite seemed real with
him. He's not as natural or as good with it as Ryan, but much improved over
earlier efforts at it. Oh, and I don't need to remember to salute Ryan when
I see him now... haha. He told me to stop because he knows I'm committed to
following his lead the way I do Rob's. Ryan might be giving himself a
little too much credit saying he no longer thinks we need a private signal
acknowledging I'm submissive to him. I went going along with the saluting
because he's so fucking cute with our dom/sub nonsense. That's when we
really used to go at it, and we still do the sub/dom stuff now and then,
just not nearly as often as I'd like. Ryan still likes to be dominant, but
he thinks I get too submissive to him, which is a stretch. It's fun
pretending to be submissive to him and letting him think feels he's the
boss of us two. It's a game to me, like I said, and keeps life interesting;
plus, he fucks me marvelously, to use a word I never use. For old times
sake this morning I do my salute looking at myself in the mirror and decide
it's looks pretty cool and I kinda liked doing it, but I cannot do it if
that's what Ryan wants. Thinking about this silly stuff I toast an English
muffin and eat it with butter dripping into the nooks and crannies thinking
how nutty the dom/sub thing is. I need some coffee, but Chubby's got the
Keurig in his condo so I make a cup of instant coffee, which is a poor
excuse for coffee. Then I'm outside waiting for Chubby, sitting on the top
step smoking and feeling pleased with myself. He comes bouncing down the
steps as I stand, saying, "Good morning, little brother," and he gives me a
hug while I sneak a kiss on his cheek. He goes, "You're looking alert this
morning, big brother," and I go, "That's because I got a good night's
sleep, and you're in a surprisingly good mood for this early in the morning
yourself." We start down the steps with Chubby saying, "That's because I
got lucky last night."I mutter, "Ewwww, that's gross," and he laughs,
saying, "To you maybe, but not to ninety percent of the population." I say,
"Yeah, ten percent admits to being gay, but there are hordes of gays who
won't admit it for a variety of reasons; some better than others. It's
their choice, like with Ryan: he won't come out to his parents like Robby
and me did, but he's still as gay as me." Chubby goes, "You're probably
right, Dylan; in fact, I'm sure you are. Hey, ya think your little
boyfriend will remember our lunch?" I go, "I was wondering that very thing,
but I'm betting he remembers. Preparing lunch every three days is way
better than each of us fixing a lunch every day."

I drive us to work with Chubby sending a text to his girlfriend. Can't help
but wonder if Chubby agreed with me about a lot of gays not admitting
they're gay because he's acknowledging he has some gay inclinations
himself; for me at least. The best I can hope for is that he's bisexual, I
suppose; I'm not sure a gay boy could screw girls like Chubby does. I
couldn't do it, I'll tell you that much. After he's done texting, Chubby
asks, "What do you make of grumpy Derek?" I shrug, "He doesn't want to be
on the job for one thing, it's his father who's insisting on it, but I
forget why. It's due to some expense Derek incurred at college, something
to do with driving I believe. He's a hard worker who just doesn't want to
mingle with the likes of us. If he minds his own business, I'll mind mine
where he's concerned." Chubby says, "I guess," and I add, "Robby told me
Derek's much friendlier with the supervisors." Chubby goes, "He gets on my
nerves for some reason. It's like he thinks he's better than us and that
bugs me. Reminds me of Connor's roommate at Merrimack." I say, "You seem to
be getting along fine with Lee though," and Chubby goes, "Billy Lee's kind
of a hot shit. He's fun to match wits with. He's a bull too, I'll tell ya
that." I go, "Yeah, he's built like a brick shithouse and he might be
another secret gay, or at least a bisexual because he keeps coming on to
me." As I drive the jeep into the parking lot we see Robby and Ryan smoking
a cigarette and talking next to Robby's pickup, Chubby says, "Billy Lee's
kidding around with you, that's all." It's Ryan's turn to provide lunch for
himself, Chubby, and me and he's got a lunch bag in his hand so good for
him for remembering. We have a perfect record on that score so far, so it's
working great. I park close by Robby's pickup and we walk towards them with
Chubby saying, "Hi guys." When Ryan looks up, I salute and he shakes his
head 'no', grinning, and then says, "Good morning you two. Hi Dylan." Robby
says, "Hi Chubby," then a smile for me as he says, "Give me a kiss 'hello'
Dylan, then I gotta get to the morning meeting." We lean our heads together
for a quick kiss, "G'morning Rob." He pats my cheek mumbling, "Love ya,
Dylan," and he's off at a trot with Chubby rolling his eyes and making a
face. Ryan leans his head over and we kiss quickly too. Chubby says, "I'm
feeling left out again," so I kiss his lips as he sputters and wipes his
lips with the back of his hand with me chuckling at his discomfort. Me
doing that in front of Ryan has Chubby muttering and wiping his mouth
again. Ryan leans his face to Chubby, his cute lips puckered, and Chubby
laughs, saying, "I was kidding, Ryan," then he rubs Ryan's hair, mumbling,
"Ya nut." Ryan goes, "Ahhhh," like he's disappointed, and Chubby says,
"Next time maybe," then to me, "You got cute boyfriends, Dylan. Lets change
into our work clothes."  We turn and walk towards the locker room, Chubby's
got his arm across Ryan's shoulders, asking, "What we having for lunch, hot
stuff?" Ryan goes, "I put Cokes in the cooler. In this bag I got BLT's with
mayo on lightly toasted bread. My mom got up early to make them; two each
for you and Dylan and one for me." "Yeah?" Chubby says, "Sounds good, how
'bout dessert?" Ryan says, "My mom's fudge brownies, a dozen of 'em and
they're killer good!" Chubby says, "Nice job! Well, okay Ryan!" As we pass
the big truck, Ryan puts the bag in the cooler, so I ask him, "How come ya
didn't put it in the cooler when you put the Cokes in there?" He shrugs, "I
don't know, maybe you guys might want to check out the sandwiches or
something." I hug his neck, muttering, "You're too cute for words." He puts
his arm around my waist as we walk. We go into the locker room with Ryan by
my side, he whispers, "Oh, nice salute, Dylan, but you don't need to do
that anymore. I really liked it though." I never cease to be amazed how
Ryan can be almost childlike at times while at other times he can be a
tough dominant sex partner. Like I've said, that boy's versatile, and
although his dominant stuff has been toned down a lot, it's still fun. He's
obviously devoted to me which makes me feel good.

Chubby's a quick change artist. He's in his uniform before I have my street
clothes off. He says, "See you boys outside; I'm gonna grab a smoke." When
he's gone, I'm wondering if Ryan's broached the subject with Robby about
how he's losing interest in sex with Robby, so I ask him, "Um, how'd it go
last night with our boyfriend?" Ryan mumbles, "You know we're not
describing what each of us does; it just makes one of us jealous." Hmmm? I
go, "Oh, I know that. I just meant generally speaking." He grins big time,
spreading his arms, saying, "Generally speaking it was fucking awesome!!!"
And just like that, a green cloud of jealousy comes over me like I haven't
felt since the enormous clouds of jealousy I felt when Robby first told me
that he considers Ryan's an equal boyfriend to me, seemingly so long ago
now. Ryan's frowning with concern as my body gets stiff, my eyes sting and
I feel like screaming. Even though he's witnessed my jealous reactions in
the past occasionally, I have no control over this one because it's totally
taken me by surprise; jealousy is an awful feeling. I turn away because I
actually have tears in my eyes which I wipe with the back of my hand. I
can't make myself say something appropriate, like, 'That's nice' or 'I'm
happy it's still working for you two', or something along those lines. I'm
surprised at my reaction and furious at myself for acting like this, and
I'm not at all sure if I'm more jealous of Ryan or Robby. I can't tell for
sure, but I think it's Robby. I'm jealous he got to be with Ryan last
night, and I didn't. Obviously Ryan can tell I'm not a happy camper, he
steps next to me and puts his hand on my shoulder, "I'm sorry, Dylan, I
didn't mean it to sound like that. It was okay last night, ya know. We both
still love our boyfriend even though I'm not as infatuated with him as I
once was. I mean, you have an awesome time when you're with Rob. Don't ya?
I don't get jealous of that because I'm confident you'll eventually realize
it's me you want more than Rob. You just can't let yourself admit that
yet. And, hey, you're the one who asked me to maintain the status quo going
with our threesome." I nod my head, but still don't trust my voice because
I'm afraid it'll have that crying sound in it. I'm shocked by my reaction,
like I said, but I really wasn't expecting an enthusiastic endorsement of
their date like Ryan made. I guess if I'm honest I expected him to say it
wasn't nearly as good as it is with me. My reaction's humiliating to me,
but it is what it is. Ryan's craning his neck so he can stare at my face as
he rubs my back. "You okay, Dylan? What's wrong? You know how I feel about
you, but I love Rob in a way too. We both do." The more he says the more I
feel like crying and I haven't cried for some time now. I get emotional,
but save my tears for major events like finding out Chubby and me are real
brothers.  The way I'm behaving is preposterous and I struggle to regain
control of my emotions. It's Ryan who's a little too infatuated with me,
not the other way around. Clearing my throat, I take a deep breath, then
force a smile rubbing Ryan's head, mumbling, "It's nothing, I'm fine
really. I, um, I'm fine." He hugs me quickly and mumbles, "I love you best,
Dylan, really I do. You know that." I nod my head again, totally
embarrassed by my childish behavior. Holy shit, that came on me fast, and
I'm so pathetic that Ryan just saying he loves me best actually made me
feel a little better. Jeez, I got it bad for him, I guess. I nod my head
and try maintaining my phony smile.

He says, "Get your uniform on, Dylan, or we'll be late again." We get
changed and head for the blacktop with me willing myself to get a fucking
grip, but at the door Ryan grabs hold of my arm and pulls me into the
hidden alcove that leads to the heating systems. I start to protest, "I'm
fine, Ryan, there's no need to..." but he's got his lips on mine. I try
pretending this isn't necessary, but find myself mauling Ryan, hugging and
kissing him and rubbing his slight body, clutching him to me as I kiss all
over his face almost causing his glasses to fall off in my
exuberance. Ryan's going, "Oh, haha, okay that's good, oh boy, I really got
through to you yesterday, didn't I? Take it easy, Dylan, I love you, you
don't need to worry about that." I kiss him a couple of more times, and
he's like, "I know you love me, Dylan, but please calm down." He rubs my
shoulder again, then the back of my neck, going, "Shhhh, it's okay, I'm
here for you," as I cling to him.  Ryan shakes he head, mumbling, "Damn,
I've really made an impression on you and it's awesome, but don't get so
carried away, okay? You'll make us look like fools." Then, "Okay?" a little
sterner this time. Trying to please him, I nod my head up and down real
fast like he does, muttering, "Okay, Ryan. I'm good," then I cling to him
again rubbing my nose in his hair and kissing the top of his head,
pathetically asking, "Ryan, would you lick up the front of my nose, so I'll
smell you all morning?" He shakes his head slowing again, like he can't
believe I'm this needy for his attention. Grinning slightly, he mutters,
"Oh, okay," and roughly pulls my head down. "Stay like that," I hold my
head in places watching him work up a gob of saliva. Then, with a hand at
the back of my neck he laps up across my lips and up the front of my nose
saturating my nostrils with his saliva. His face two inches from mine, he
says, "Sniff my spit up your nose, Dylan," sounding dominant to my ears,
although he probably wasn't trying to be dominant. It's like I will him to
be dominant more than anything else; maybe I'm missing his full dominant
routine or something. Without letting go of him, I sniff his saliva into my
sinuses and it drips into my throat, as I wonder, 'Is there no limit to me
humiliating myself? Jesus!' Ryan's using his calming voice, while rubbing
the palms of both hands on the sides of my head, "It's fine, Dylan. Don't
worry, I love you like no one else." My fingers twitch as I do his fast
head nod again. He's staring into my eyes with light flickering off the
lens of his glasses as he rubs the hairs at the back of my head again, then
stands on tip toes to lick up my nose once more and I automatically sniff
it in. "There, now you'll smell me all day. Okay?" Continuing to stare at
him in a fog, I mutter, "Yes, Ryan," and hug him again feeling like I need
to cry. What the fuck's going on in my brain?  He quietly says, "I know how
you're feeling, but remember I'm here for you and there's no way I'll take
advantage of you, I'm looking out for you."

In a trance I cling to Ryan like he's my life preserver. He's totally in
charge and I wait to see what I need to do next. Ryan holds my face between
his hands, saying, "Stand still a second. Bend your head down a little
more." I stand there, bent over slightly, and he uses his thumbs to wipe
away the tears that popped out of my eyes without me realizing it. "You'll
be okay, I'll take care of you, but you cry too much," taking his
handkerchief out and holding it to my nose, his thumb and forefinger on
either side of my nostrils. Without thinking, I give a big blow. He folds
the handkerchief, saying, "Once more, give me a big blow, Dylan. Your tears
and my saliva got your cute nose running," so I wait until Ryan has his
handkerchief against my nose again. He says, "Blow your nose one more time,
Dylan," and I do. He says, "That's a good boy," as he wipes my nose,
muttering, "I hope you can still smell my saliva, but I needed to have you
blow your nose because I can't let my submissive boyfriend go out there
with a runny nose." Putting his handkerchief away, he says, "Okay, let's go
out and face the world now, stay close to me. It'll be alright," and he
leads me out of the alcove holding my hand. I'm completely docile and
submissive to him again so it must be I miss more of that side of him, and
I know I can trust him, so I wish we'd do more of the dominant sex. The
side of my body touches his as I walk staring at his cute face. He looks up
grinning, and mutters, "This is really something. You're surprising the
hell out of me, Dylan. I really didn't think you'd react this way and I'm
sorry I brought this on you, but we'll work it out together." I walk close
to him clutching his hand tightly, but don't have a clue what he's talking
about. He lets go my hand when we're back in the main locker room area
because late arrivals would see us holding hands. I'd have been happy
holding his hand all the way to the crews that are standing on the black
top.

Walking outside, my head clears, but now my face is on fire blushing with
embarrassment at how I behaved. Everything I thought about last night was
wrong. I actually am too submissive to Ryan now, like he said, but there's
nothing I can do about it. Ryan chuckles, saying, "You're really
something," as I try to get my act together. Then I come to the realization
that Ryan's the only one who witnessed my meltdown, so my blush fades a
little. He's witnessed my over-emotional states during sex many times, but
I'm still in a bit of a fog and not at all sure what just
happened. Lighting a cigarette my fingers are trembling. This is awful, I
can't ever remember behaving like this. Maybe I had a mini version of this
meltdown after I secretly watched Robby fucking Ryan, and then him telling
me about it later. Robby came right out with it, but instead of being
angry, I couldn't hug him or kiss him enough. That's the only other time I
can remember feeling jealous this deeply. It must have been I'm
subconsciously wanting Ryan to tell Robby he loves me best, and that he
doesn't have the hots for him anymore. Hell, I'm usually the one who
rationalizes everything away and looks for the bright spot, and goes on
from there. Dammit! This is never going to happen again! With a concerned
look on his face, Chubby asks me, "What's wrong, Dylan?" I glance at Ryan,
he says, "Whaddaya mean, Chubby? Dylan's fine." I nod my head at Chubby
still worried how my voice will sound if I speak. Chubby looks at me a
second and I force a goofy smile. He looks at Ryan, "You better not be
fucking with my brother's head or we're gonna have problems, you and me."
Ryan frowns, muttering, "I'm not fucking with his head. We're boyfriends
aren't we, Dylan?" I go, "Uh huh," and at that moment, fortunately, Robby
calls us over. "Okay, guys, good morning. We've got all big lawns to work
on today so we might run late. That's a heads-up for any of you who need to
let somebody at home know you'll be late tonight. Let's load the truck."

As everyone starts for the equipment garage, Robby says, "Ah, Dylan can I
see you a second?" I glance at Ryan, who nods his head, like, 'Yeah, go
ahead,' as if I need his permission. What the fuck did I check with Ryan
for? This is Key-fuckin'-West all over again. Still shaky, I walk over,
asking, "Whassup, Rob?" and he smiles at the 'Rob' reference so I smile
too. Robby looks so cool this morning and I feel like I need another kiss
with him, but of course don't act on that urge. He says, "We're working
till probably six o'clock tonight, then there's a get together with the
supervisors after that, so I'm not sure when I can pick you up, but I'll
text you. Okay?" I go, "Sure, Rob. Oh, um, you're definitely going to pick
me up though, right?" He squeezes my bicep, "Of course I am. Are you
alright? Ya feeling okay?" I go, "Yeah, of course. I can't wait for
tonight, though." He smiles, "You twins are gonna give me a big head. I
can't wait either, Dylan. Love you." I mumble, "Me too, Rob," and I stand
there staring at him. He grins, and says, "You wanna help the guys load the
truck now?" I go, "Oh, sure, heh heh." As I'm walking away, feeling stupid,
Robby yells, "Remind Derek we need both mowers today," I wave at him,
muttering, "Sure thing, Rob," and then help Lee secure the weed whackers in
the truck bed. I'm coming out of my trance, still not sure what happened to
me in the locker room. Lee goes, "Hey, g'morning, Dylan. That's a helluva
nice hickey on your neck; who gave it to you?" I go, "Um, what? Oh, it's a
pimple, not a hickey." He says, "No it's not. Hey, ya free tonight?" I go,
"What?" He says, "I'd be happy to provide you with a straight guy to
satisfy your curiosity about what it's like getting your backdoor plowed by
a stud." I again pretend it's a joke, and say, "Dammit, Lee, I gotta go out
with a gay stud tonight. I'll have to pass up the opportunity you offered."
He laughs, rubbing my hair roughly and knocking my hat off in the
process. "Just thought I'd offer," as he kicks my hat and walks off
chuckling to himself. That rough head rub was very close to bullying. I
pick my hat up and pound it against my leg to get the dust off it. Looking
up I see Derek's driving the ride-on mower up to the truck. I wait for him
so I can pass on Robby's reminder about the extra mower, but before I get a
chance to do that, he says, "What are you standing around for, Newman?
Everyone else is working." The urge to tell him to go fuck himself passes,
and I mumble, "Rob wants me to remind you we need the big walk-behind mower
too." He says, "I know that, you go get it. Make yourself useful." This
morning sucks!

Lee showed me how to operate the walk-behind mower the second day on the
job so in the garage I start it up, then walk behind it guiding it out of
the garage concentrating on keeping it going where I want it to go. It's
self propelled with different speeds, but I keep it in low for safety
sake. However, Derek yells at me, "Let's go with that thing, Newman!" I put
it in a higher gear looking for Robby to see if he witnessed Derek acting
like an asshole, but Robby's talking with two other supervisors who all of
a sudden burst out laughing. A reaction to Robby's recently acquired joke
telling talent perhaps. "Bring it right up the ramp," Derek unnecessarily
instructs me. The left wheel almost goes over the side of the ramp and he
yells, "To the right!" which I was gonna do anyway. I get it in position
and Derek says, "Okay, I'll secure it, you help with the grass clipping
bags." Jeez, this job is starting to suck. Derek seems to be feeling his
oats today. I glance at him with a scowl on my face; he's a big bastard
alright. When everything is loaded except for us worker bees, Robby says,
"Climb on board fellows, let's get moving," then to Derek, "Would you get
the tailgate, Derek." Derek nods and Robby walks around to get in the cab
and fires up the engine. Lee, then Chubby, climbs up into the back of the
truck, then Ryan, who holds his hand out to me and helps pull me up. The
feel of his hand sends shivers down my spine and the shivers go around to
tantalize my balls. I grope myself as we take our normal seats. With both
mowers on board we can't see Lee and Chubby and they can't see us. Ryan and
me snuggle together with me grinning now, happy that it's just Ryan and me
again for a little while. Chubby stands up asking, "You guys ready?" and
Ryan says, "We're good," so Chubby gives the thumbs up and Robby drives the
truck onto the street. Ryan gets his arm around my neck and I lean my head
down to him. With his lips to my ear so I can hear him over the loud engine
and traffic noise, he asks, "You okay now?" I'm actually fine now that
we're snuggling together so I do Ryan's fast head nod and he laughs, then
says in my ear, "You're awesome," and he kisses the side of my
face. Putting my lips to his ear, I ask, "After work, right?" He shakes his
head, "I can't today, Dylan, my mom needs the car." I say in his ear, "I'll
come to your house then, pleeeze!" He shakes his head again, "I need to go
with mom; we're both getting eye exams and maybe new glasses." I ask, "How
'bout afterwards? You could come over to my place, pleeeze!" He clamps his
thumb and two fingers on my chin and jerks my head around, saying, "No! Not
this afternoon! Stop nagging me." My eyes sting again as I frown at him,
then lean back against the side of the truck and fold my arms, pouting like
a nine year old. Ryan rolls his eyes, then his face relaxes and with a grin
on his lips he wiggles his finger for me to lean my head to his. I
hesitate, then lean down shouting, "What?" He puts his arm around my neck
again and says in my ear, "I'm sorry I snapped at you, but I'm disappointed
we can't be together, too. Plus you'll be with Rob tonight so I got snippy
with you. I'm really sorry. I love you best, Dylan, really I do."
Muttering, "It's alright," I cuddle with him and kiss his face a few times
then take his other arm and wrap it around me. He hugs me with both arms as
he's chuckling and sort of rocking us, then he kisses the hickey he made on
my neck yesterday. As the truck bounces over some rough road I put the side
of my face against Ryan's, not even caring I'm making a jackass of
myself. I've no pretenses around Ryan anymore. If I grovel for his
attention in private, so what! It's between Ryan and me and I'm content
demonstrating how much I love him when we're alone. There's no sense
pretending it's just a game I'm playing where love is concerned; I know now
Ryan's my dominant lover and me demonstrating to him how much I look up to
him and need his attention doesn't bother me a bit. It's our private little
world and I'll live in it with him, while being my normal self with
everyone else, including Rob who I love just as much as ever. Looking in
Ryan's eyes, I smile at him. He grins happily, then kisses my nose. He says
in my ear, "Everything will be alright, Dylan. You're doing fine." I lean
against him pulling his arm tighter around me sighing. Yeah, everything
will be alright.

The crew's busy all day and my mind is mostly on work; I wanna be sure I'm
working as hard as everyone else. We're all sweating on this hot June day
and then the sky quickly clouds up and a thunder storm drenches us just
before lunch. We finish the lawn anyway and then Robby drives us back to
the locker room so we can all change into dry uniforms; the ones we wore
yesterday, and eat our lunch out of the rain. Chubby will be washing the
uniforms for us three musketeers tonight, me, Ryan, and Chubby; we're
musketeers where lunch and uniforms are concerned. Two days from now Ryan
will do it. I'm back to my normal frame of mind after working all
morning. My emotions are under control, but I still feel like an ass for
the childish way I acted in the locker room. Ryan doesn't rub it in or even
mention it. Lee's eating with us as usual and we're all breaking each
other's balls about one screw up or another. Like Chubby dumping a whole
sack of grass clippings on the street next to the truck when it slipped out
of his hand, or Lee pruning a shrub on the client's next door neighbor's
property. The four of us are getting along great and Derek's not bothering
anyone, so if Lee would just stop hitting on me it'd be near perfect. I
glance at Ryan every now and then and our eyes meet making us both grin
self-consciously, but the feelings of love are obvious. The rain stops and
the sun's out again by the end of lunch. Driving to our first lawn in the
afternoon, I say to Ryan, "I've been acting childish. I'm real sorry,
Ryan." He says in my ear, "Don't give it a thought, Dylan. I've been there
and done that. We're good, we're a hell of a lot better than good actually,
and soon it will be our turn again." I do his fast head nod wanting to kiss
him, but maintain control of myself. Then I say, "We were together
yesterday." He goes, "Yeah, but Rob's got a function to go to with all the
bosses tonight so maybe he'll tell you he can't make it tonight. The
problem is my eye exam. We're meeting dad and having dinner out so it might
be too late by the time we're through." We hold hands with the side of our
heads together and I feel happy, but I'd really like to see Ryan tonight,
although I'm anxious to renew my love affair with Robby too. I guess I just
need to play it by ear tonight. Why was I such a jerk earlier though? It
baffles me now; it was a momentary lapse that won't happen again. It took
me by surprise, but now I'll be ready for it. Thinking back on it, I never
once had a negative thought for either of my boyfriends, so I'll takes some
positives from that. I was rational enough to at least realize it was me I
was pissed at, not Ryan or Robby. Pissed that I allowed the jealousy to
overwhelm me and I'm pissed I acted like a baby. Ryan did everything he
could to calm me down and he only lost his patience once, then
apologized. He's a really good kid, especially for not flaunting my fawning
and groveling over him this morning. That's still embarrassing, but it gets
less so with each hour that passes.

The first lawn this afternoon is for a large retirement home and it's by
far the biggest property we do landscaping for. I know from doing it the
first two weeks it'll take most of the afternoon. I'm working the
walk-behind mower the first hour and a half and my arms ache by the time my
shift is over. It's a hundred yards across the lawn and a hundred back,
over and over again. Actually, it's a diagonal cut so each swipe is
slightly shorter than the one before it. Wiping sweat from my forehead with
my hands, the mower idling in front of me, I check out the finished lawn
and it looks damn good. Happy my shift is over with this big mower, I walk
the mower back to the truck where Ryan's getting a leaf blower from the
truck. When he looks over, I stop the mower and snap off a salute which
brings a big grin to his lips. Then he says, "Okay, do the salute if you
want; I like it so what the hell." When I've got the mower at the ramp, I
leave it there for someone else to use. Ryan asks, "How ya doing?" I go,
"Good now, Ryan. I was such a sap this morning though. What came over me
anyhow?" He goes, "Guess we've done enough of my dominant sex that you
just, um, were kinda into me. Are you missing it?" I say, "You decide,
Ryan, you're the boss, but yeah I'd like to do it more often." He shrugs,
"Yeah, I knew you would, but I'll decide. Anyway, your reaction this
morning happens, it used to happen to me when I was a submissive, but yours
was pretty intense so I'm not doing the dom/sub thing with you for a week
or two." I go, "Oh no, Ryan, I'm good now. I want to do it whenever you
want to." He shakes his head, mumbling, "You get too submissive; remember
that collar and leash example I made of you? It kind of scares me and I'm
afraid I'll get carried away again, too." I'm getting a leaf blower off the
truck, saying, "Come on, Ryan, we both had a blast yesterday in my bedroom
and the sub/dom stuff leads to awesome lovers' sex afterwards." He takes a
deep breath, "Well, I still get excited about you wearing my dog collar and
I really like having my full fantasy come true. Maybe one more time, then
only once a week after that." I go, "I wear the collar to bed every
night. I like to because you wore it before me." He goes, "You're really
something. Maybe I'll make you wear it to work too. Heh heh." We strap the
blowers over our shoulder as I chuckle, saying, "That might be a tad over
the top. If I get desperate I'll just nag you for more dominant sex. You're
too sweet to turn me down. Once a week my ass." He laughs, "You say the
nicest things to me. You're right too, I have a very hard time turning you
down about anything." We're walking to the long sidewalk we'll need to use
the leaf blowers on. He mouths, 'I love you,' as we take the noise reducing
earphones hanging around our necks and cover our ears with them, then turn
on the loud leaf blowers. Ryan's doing one side of the sidewalk as I'm
blowing the grass clipping off the other side. We work together for
forty-five minutes and when we finish and turn off the blowers, the silence
seems deafening.

We finishas Derek's loading the ride-on mower. Lee, who apparently took
over after me with the walk-behind mower, waits until Derek's done so he
can load his mower. Chubby, Ryan and I are smoking under the shade of an
oak tree when Robby motions for me to come to him. I jog over and he says,
"The supervisor thing tonight will be over by eight o'clock. I'll be over
for you after that." I go, "Awesome! I'll see you then. This is a nice
surprise, Rob." He smiles as he gets a call on his cell phone so I go back
and sit with the boys. Chubby asks, "Dylan, ya wanna come with us to watch
the Paw Sox play tonight? You too, Ryan." I go, "Oh man, why couldn't you
ask me that last night? I have something to do tonight." Ryan says, "I got
an eye exam at Lens Crafters with my mom, but thanks for asking, Chubby."
Chubby, probably to make up for threatening Ryan earlier, pulls down the
brim of Ryan hat so the hat bumps into Ryan's glasses, saying, "Any time
little, buddy. How the hell are you handling that walk-behind mower?" Ryan
straightens his hat grinning, then says, "Actually I haven't tried it yet,
but Dylan's used it a number of times and he says I'll be able to do it
okay." I ask, "Who you going to the game with?" Chubby shrugs, "The
boyfriends of Mary Jo's girlfriends. They're pretty good guys. The girls
are doing a girl's night out so us guys are going to a baseball game. Her
father advertises at the park and he got a bunch of free tickets." I go,
"Next time, okay?" He's like, "We gotta have a night out, bro. Next week
we'll plan on it." I go, "Good deal," and Robby yells over to us, "Let's
go, guys. One more job and we're done for the week. We should be in the
house before six." We get up on the truck bed and I hear Chubby asking Lee
if he wants to go to the game. Lee says, "Hey yeah, Jeffrey. Where we
sitting?" but that's all I hear. If the guys Chubby's going to the ballgame
with are really good guys, like Chubby said, I wonder why he's recruiting
other guys to go too? Wish I could go sometime actually, as I'd like to
meet these other guys. I'll bet the guys Chubby's gone to the game with are
a bunch of stiffs. Ryan sits down and I scoot over right next to him and
put my arm around his neck looking him in the eyes. I ask, "How come you
keep forgetting your sunglasses?" Mine are on my hat. He grins muttering, I
don't know," and our sweaty faces come together for a sweet kiss. He licks
some sweat off my top lip, then says, "Even your perspiration smells and
tastes good. You're eatable." I go, "You too." He says, "I was going to
slide over to you, you didn't need to do it." I mutter, "I didn't want to
take the chance you wouldn't, and then I take his hat off to run my fingers
through his damp hair; damp, but still soft. "You have the nicest hair,
Ryan." He laughs, "You're just trying to con me into okaying your flattop,
aren't ya?" I do his fast head nod and we both laugh, then kiss again." He
says, "Because of the Saturday baseball games, Rob's been ignoring our pube
shaving and haircuts, so your hair's grown in enough for me to try again to
give you a burr haircut like Rob and I have. That'll be tomorrow" I say,
"I'm gonna nag you for a flattop." Then I tell him about Robby and me going
out tonight. He says, "Okay, that takes the pressure off me. It'd be too
late after dinner with the folks anyway." Chubby gives the thumbs up to
Robby and we're on our way for the last job of our third week. I'm back to
liking my job because I get to do it with Robby, Ryan and my brother. I
love being with them.

During the ride Ryan and I hug and cuddle and talk to each other with our
lips against each other's ear. He says, "This morning I was concerned about
you Dylan, but at the same time it was thrilling to see how infatuated with
me you've become. And it's like a constant thing, not some phase you're
going through. I love that!" I say, "Well, infatuated yes, and I'm in love
with you, too. You rock my world!" He says, "I could listen to you saying
nice things about me all day and night. And everything you say to me I can
honestly say is my sentiment for you. It's like I won the lottery, or a
rock star fell in love with me somehow. That's what I feel like all the
time because of you. I pinch myself to be sure I'm not fantasizing or
dreaming an erotically wonderful dream." Squeezing his cute nose, smiling
at him, I say, "Rock star, that's me. Can I try on your glasses?" He does
the fast head nod, pulls them off and leaning over, he puts them on me
grinning at how I look wearing his little glasses. He laughs squeezing the
back of my neck, then we kiss with our arms around each other and the
lenses fog up from the heat we're generating. I slide my tongue across his
cheek to his ear, panting. Then I say, "We're going to get caught doing
this ya know." He does the same thing with his tongue that I did to him,
leaving a saliva streak on my face from my mouth to my ear, and says, "I
don't care, I love you and can't get enough of you," and we kiss again. I
go, "I can't see through your glasses." Ryan giggles, then cleans them and
puts them back on me. Everything's distorted and blurry. I say, "Can I wear
them for awhile?" He says, "You'll hurt your eyes. I'm nearsighted and
you're not." I ask, "Does that mean you can see things close up, but not in
the distance?" He goes, "That's it exactly," and he takes his glasses off
me, saying again, "You'll hurt your eyes, Dylan, really. I gotta take care
of my submissive boyfriend." I salute him and he squeezes my nose like I
did to him. Gawd, I love him so. I stare at his face and we grin at each
other. Then the truck jerks to a stop. I give Ryan one last hug and we get
out to finish our last job of the week.

The last job is a fairly large lawn that Ryan tells me is one of the jobs
he got for Robby by soliciting door to door in his neighborhood, but his
house is on another street so we can't see it from here. Finished with this
lawn, we ride back to the company and unload everything. Then, in the
locker room, both Chubby and Ryan are in a hurry: Chubby to make his
ballgame and Ryan his eye doctor appointment. Lee is going to the game with
Chubby so he rides with Chubby and me; they're going to drop me off and
then head down to Pawtucket, Rhode Island. The Paw Sox are a triple A
affiliate of the Red Sox. It's a lot cheaper to see the triple A club and
it's cool to see the Red Sox's future stars. On the ride Lee is plastered
next to me, as I'm on the end and he's in the middle with Chubby
driving. At one point he accidentally on purpose adjusts his sitting
position putting one hand on the seat between him and Chubby and the other
one right on my crotch, all the time telling Chubby about some girl he
dated who had flatulence like you can't believe and she'd fart while
getting fucked. They're both laughing like macho studs do when they tell
each other lies about their sexual conquests. When Lee has given me a
rather complete cock and balls exam with his hand, he looks at me
pretending to be surprised, saying, "Oh jeez, sorry Dylan, I thought I was
leaning on your leg. It's tight in here for a guy my size." Then he looks
at my lap, saying, "Or your size too, that surprised me, heh heh." I've
been giving him the dead-eye stare through the whole thing. He pats my leg,
saying, "My bad," then squeezes my thigh a few times near my balls,
grinning at me. These are more blatant bullying moves by Lee, which I'm not
sure how to handle because, one, I want things to go smoothly on Robby's
crew; and two, Chubby likes Lee. Also I don't want to seem like a
whiner. I'll pretend it's just horsing around with sexual overtones and not
the actions of a latent homosexual meant to intimidate me. Maybe if I give
him no reaction he'll lose interest, as it's only the third week of the
summer. At the condo Chubby and I bump fists saying, "See ya later, bro,"
then a goose by Lee as I'm getting out with him saying, "Sorry you're not
coming with us." And Chubby pulls away. I've got better things to think
about than Lee's inappropriate behavior. Maybe he's telling the truth that
he and his gay bud do this kind of horseplay and that's why he doesn't see
anything wrong with it. I'm no prude, and I want to like Lee so we'll have
harmony in the crew, but so far I don't really care for him. Still, I smile
to myself thinking that if I was still alley-catting around, like Robby
says, how hot it might be to get fucked by Lee with his macho body and
whiskers. He hasn't shaved for two days and I gotta admit, if I'm honest
with myself, he's hot in a crude kind of way. I'd like to feel his whiskers
against my face, or how would they feel against my crotch if he were
sucking my cock, or my buttocks if he were rimming me. Damn, I grope myself
as I'm unlocking the front door. Of course, he'd never blow me or rim me,
it'd be me doing it to him, but still... Then I stop in my tracks and say
out loud to myself, "Didn't you say you had better things to think about
than Lee? Dufus!"

Okay, I'll get dinner first, then take a shower and get ready for my date
with Robby. That gets me excited. I've missed him without realizing it, and
that's mostly because of Ryan. This will be special because I'm going to
invite Robby to my place instead of having our date in the pickup. The
chances of mom coming home early are really remote, but let me just
check. I know where Chubby's going to be, so he's not going to pop in to
surprise me. I'll text mom to make sure she's fine and not likely to come
in unexpectedly, and just see how I feel after I hear from her. I text: 'Hi
mom, miss ya. How's it going today at work? Love, Dylan' She texts right
back, so I must have texted on her break: 'Dylan honey, how sweet. I always
miss you. Tris says 'hi' and we're going to have you boys to dinner next
week. All's good here. All my love, mom.' Oh, dinner at the restaurant,
cool! I text back telling her to count on me and my brother, free dinner
next week, fer sure. So, all is clear. Anxious, I text Robby: 'When will
you come over? We can stay right here if you want. The coast is
clear. Love, Dylan.'  No immediate reply from Robby so I think about
dinner. Hmmm, what do I feel like tonight? I hate eating alone, but I seem
to be doing a lot of that lately. Pizza, is the answer to the question on
my mind, but dammit, I've got no wheels and we just had pizza. Then my cell
buzzes and it's a text from Robby: 'Boyfriend, I'll be over at seven,
getting out of the meeting earlier then expected. Lets eat together. Love
ya, Rob' Hmmm, he signed off 'Rob'. I wonder if that means
something. Everyone called him 'Rob' before I started calling him
'Robby'. Now guys he met through me, plus his brother, call him "Robby",
but maybe he'd prefer 'Rob'. I'll ask him. I text: "Awesome,
boyfriend. Lets eat out. Love, Dyl.' Hee hee, see what he makes of
'Dyl'. It's stupid actually, dill pickle. Then I think of Robby's
ex-boyfriend, or whatever his relationship was with Travis Pickles. There's
a story there, but we made a pact not to ask questions about side
sex. Okay, I'll forget about that and take a shower. I take a long one,
cleaning myself really well for Robby. After I dry off I change the sheets
on my bed and I do it naked because I like being naked. Sleeping naked with
Ryan was da bomb! I still don't know what that means though. Then I dress
trying for cool again, so that means one of my new sleeveless tee-shirts,
the other one Willie gave me and the other shorts that goes with this
tee. Hell, I'm putting on a matching outfit that I wore for my overnight
date two weeks ago with cute little Ryan. Sandals, same earrings, same
sport watch and same cool cross necklace outside my tee. Then I try
something I haven't done for awhile, I put mousse in my hair and brush it
up into a rounded flattop. My hair grows fast, thank God since someone's
always cutting it wicked short. Damn, I gotta put another plea in to Robby
for flattops Saturday instead of burr haircuts. I look cool with hair,
well, cooler. When my hair has just been washed, I gotta admit it looks
great. I messed it up a little with the mousse, but I'm happy to say it's
slightly too long now to standup by itself. Aside from Robby's and my
two-tone blond hair, my next favorite on a boy is light brown hair; not
dirty blond like some people call it.

I expected Robby at eight so seven o'clock is a pleasant surprise, and now
I'm really getting excited about seeing him. Ryan sure has had my attention
lately, but it doesn't mean I've lost any of my love for Robby. He's
awesome and I'm so lucky to be boyfriends with both of them. Oh yeah, life
is good. I just feel so good all the time now. I mean except for this
morning when I had my jealousy attack. Ryan and Robby say they get jealous
too, but they obviously handle it better than me. Guess I'm immature, but I
have deep feelings and care about them so much, maybe more than they care
about me. Robby has always said he loves me more than I love him, but
that's poppycock 'cause' I'm starting to believe I love both of them more
than they love me. They both talk a good love story, but something tells me
I'm putting out more love for them than their feelings for me. I never
doubted myself before, but that's because I had numerous sexual outlets in
the past. I guess I thought I was hot stuff, although it would need to have
been subconsciously because I never remember thinking that, and now Willie
doesn't even call. It's been a month, and I can't go out with him anyway so
why waste time thinking about him. This line of thinking isn't doing me any
good so I grab a Snapple from the refrigerator and go outside for a
cigarette. Sitting on the top step I watch the cars go by and then some
teenagers strut by on the sidewalk below. From here they all look cute;
that undoubtedly wouldn't be the case if I were close enough to see details
of their faces. One chubby kid and two string beans with buzz cuts. Love
the way certain teen boys bump into each other and poke at each other while
they walk. Haha, one string bean just gave the other string bean a wet
willie. He put his finger in his mouth then put it in his friend's
ear. Carefree, that's what they are. Well, enjoy your youth boys 'cause
life gets more complicated when you're college aged. I remember Chubby and
me horsing around like that; those were the good old days alright. Not that
life sucks now because it doesn't at all, it was just a different time back
then; everything was more innocent and carefree. Oh good, here comes
Robby's pickup. I put the Snapple bottle inside, lock the door, and start
down the steps, eager to kiss him.

Halfway down the steps I find I'm running down them. I jump down the last
three and run towards the pickup as Robby parks in the first parking space
available, but it's a block away. I'm running because I'm anxious to feel
Robby's lips on mine. It's strange how the need to do that builds the
closer I get to him and I wonder if it's because I've got a guilty
conscience about falling head over heels for Ryan. Robby's leaning out the
window saying, "Hi, boyfriend," at exactly the same time I'm saying the
same thing to him. We chuckle, and then I have my arms around his
neck. Yep, that's it, I'm feeling guilty that I've been into Ryan so much
lately. Our faces are side by side and then our lips meet and it's like
coming home, feeling his lips and tasting Robby again. Robby and me have
such a wonderful history together and it's like all our times together just
came roaring back to me at this moment. I kiss him on the lips, then all
over his face with Robby saying, "Dylan, baby, I'm still sweaty; I haven't
been home since work. You'll get my sweat all over you." I go, "I don't
care Robby, I missed you. Hey, you called me baby?" Of course I'm thinking
of Willie calling me that; neither Ryan nor Robby has ever called me
anything except Dylan, and recently 'boyfriend'. He says, "You are my baby,
Dylan, and I've called you that before, remember?" Oh yeah, I do remember;
Ryan called me that too. Wonder if that means anything? Robby says, "I love
you, but we gotta talk about something." I've still got my arms around his
neck and he is a little sweaty, but I like his sweat. I ask, "Doesn't the
pickup's air conditioner work?" He says, "The fuckin' air conditioner died
on me yesterday and I haven't had any free time to get it fixed. I'll try
this weekend sometime." I say, "I like that you call me baby." He kisses me
quickly, saying, "I call you baby because you are my baby boyfriend who I
love unconditionally and I've missed so much." I kiss his face and say,
sounding like a whine, "I love you Robby and you missed my turn the other
night." He gets a little stern, saying, "Let go of my head so I can get out
of the car, okay?" I back away, mumbling, "I'm sorry. I'm just glad to see
you that's all." He puts up the window, gets out and locks the
pickup. Then, putting an arm around my shoulders he says, "Come on, lets go
in your condo." I ask, "Is something wrong, Rob?" feeling a little bit of
fear in the pit of my stomach. Robby asks, "How come you call me Rob all
the time now?" I mutter, "I don't know. It's not all the time,
anyway. Don't you want me to call you Rob?" He says, "Rob or Robby, I don't
mind, but I'm just curious about how much influence Ryan has had on you. I
assumed he'd emulate you since you're number one boyfriend; number one now
and forever as far as I'm concerned, but instead you're emulating your twin
and you even sound like him lately." I lean into Robby and put my arm
around his waist hugging him. "You sound angry, Rob, um, Robby. Are you mad
at me?" He says, "Oh, I don't know. I'm jealous I guess. Lets go inside and
talk." Now, even though it's awkward to walk this way, I've got both my
arms around him with my head on his shoulder, mumbling, "Please don't be
mad at me, Rob," and he mutters, "Who can stay mad at you?" and he rubs my
hair, asking, "What's in your hair?" I go, "It's some mousse so I can brush
it up like a flattop." We're going up the steps so I've just got my arm
around his waist now and he still has his arm across my shoulders. He says,
"If you're trying to get me to change my mind about our haircuts tomorrow,
forget it. Your twin's going to try again to do his best giving you a short
burr haircut like he and I have, and no matter how badly it turns out
again, you're going to pretend you like it and you're going to compliment
Ryan. Got it?" My balls buzz and I reach down to grope myself. I gulp, then
mutter, "Yes, Rob." I guess that's that. God, I love when Robby talks like
that. He did it naturally too; not pretend. Apparently the supervisor job
is emboldening him.

We're at my front door and Robby has effectively put me in my place, so I
meekly ask, "Do you want me to wash the mousse out?" He says, "If you don't
mind. I'll do it for you. I didn't mean to be so grumpy about the hair
thing, it's just that your twin was nagging me about it today, and it's
like you two are ganging up on me. He said he wanted to surprise you by
convincing me that we should all have a flattop, like you want. What I want
is the haircut you gave me last time and that means you two are getting the
same one. You guys say I'm your leader, so start acting like I am or get
someone else to be the leader of our threesome." We're inside now and I
take Robby's hand, mumbling, "You are our leader, Rob," as I lead him into
my bathroom. He turns on the the water in the sink, saying, "Please get me
some shampoo, and take your shirt off." I pull my tee over my head and then
reach in the shower stall for the shampoo, asking, "Um, is that what you
wanted to talk to me about? Our haircuts?" He's testing the warmth of the
water with his hand, "Yeah, I want to set you straight on that, and talk to
you generally about you and your twin. What's going on with you two? Ryan
was, ah, different the last night we were together. He used to hang all
over me, but last night I got the impression he'd rather be with you. It
wasn't anything specifically, it's just that it used to be all about
me. Last night Ryan didn't have the, what's the word, I guess it's
devotion. He used to be devoted to me, like he needed me desperately and I
was uber special, but now it's like I'm an obligation or something and that
sucks." I go, "He told me it was fuckin' awesome last night; his exact
words, and it made me so jealous I felt sick." Ryan was very sexy with me
yesterday after work so he definitely wasn't horny when Robby picked him up
for their date, that's probably what Robby noticed. Robby chuckles, saying,
"See, that's why I call you baby. You're so honest about everything. You
blurt out things, like how jealous you were, that most guys wouldn't admit;
they'd rather save face." I go, "Chubby told me that same thing one time
too, but you said you were jealous a little while ago, so why wouldn't I
admit it?" He says, "Bend over the sink," and when I do he cups his hands
under the water and pours the water on my hair. As he does it a second
time, saying, "Yeah, I admitted I was jealous and immediately got pissed at
myself for admitting it." He puts shampoo in my hair and begins lathering
it all over my head with both hands. It feels good. Robby goes, "So, who
were you jealous of? Ryan because he was with me, or me because I was with
him? That's the question." Uh oh! I think about it and realize the honest
answer is 'both', so I tell him, "I was jealous of both of you." Robby's
running the palms of his hands over my head, playing with my hair in the
shampoo lather; it smells and feels good. He mutters, "That's what I was
afraid of. So Ryan and I are equal in your mind now, and all the times you
and I were together over the years has been overtaken in only three months
by Ryan? Is that it?" I go, "I don't know, Rob; I'm confused. I love both
of you so much I can't see straight or think straight. When I'm with you
nobody else matters to me except you and when I'm with Ryan... oh, I don't
know. Anyway you told me that Ryan and me were equal boyfriends. That's why
I dubbed us 'twins'." He says, "I said you were almost equal, but I didn't
mean it, I was trying to get your attention like I've been trying to do for
over three years now."

He starts rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, mumbling, "I like shampooing
your hair, it's sexy. I like giving you haircuts too, but Ryan nagged the
shit out of me to let him do it so I lost out last time there, too. Would
you two be happier if I'm out of the picture? I don't need pity sex from
either of you." I let out a long, "Noooo! I'll stalk you if you dump me. Do
you want me to stop having sex with Ryan?" More water gets poured on my
head as he mutters, "I can't tell you to stop having sex with Ryan or stop
loving each other, either. The experiment to get you to be mine alone was
doomed from the start. I was being selfish and not fair to you. I fell in
love with an alley-cat boy, so I'll take what I can get. Telling you to
stop seeing Ryan isn't an option: for one thing I'd be a hypocrite if I
did, and for another thing it wouldn't work anyway. No, I created this
threesome trying to get you to appreciate me more. It was stupid, but now
that it's backfired on me... I'm stuck with it. I just wanted to clear the
air with you and that's why I'm talking with you about this stuff. I knew
you'd be honest with me." He grabs a towel off the rack and says, "Stand up
now and I'll dry your hair." I stand, and while he's drying my hair, I say,
"Robby, your threesome worked. I'm more dedicated and in love with you than
ever before, and I was in love with you before I even knew Ryan. My love
for you went way up and I realized I'd been taking you for granted,
too. And when I saw how much you cared for him, loved him actually, you
became hotter to me sexually then ever before too; twice as hot as I
thought you were before and I thought you were really hot in the first
place." He reluctantly says, "Yeah, I can see you love me more and you're
definitely showing extra sexiness to me. The body licking and rimming is
new so I can see you're more attracted to me than ever. So you're
right... the threesome has had positives for me. I guess you're not the
only one who's confused."

He stops drying my hair, drapes the towel around my neck, and gets my head
between his hands. Then, looking me in the eyes, he goes, "Dylan, we both
know, even though you'll deny it, that my love for you is so complete that
I'll always defer to you when push comes to shove. What do you want me and
you to do?" I wet my lips, not sure what he's asking, so I ask, "Whaddaya
mean, Rob?" The palm of one hand is now on the side of my face while the
other ruffles through my clean dry hair, the way Robby likes it. I stand
still before him, loving his attention. He looks me in the eyes, and says,
"Should we continue like we've been doing the last three months? Or maybe
Ryan and I become your twin boyfriends, and you be in charge? Or do you
want Ryan to be your steady boyfriend with me being your boyfriend on the
side? As paranoid as I've become, even I know you don't want me to drop out
of the picture altogether. So what's it going to be?" His sincerity makes
my eyes water and it makes my heart ache too; ache with love for this
awesome boy. I quietly say, "I'm too weak to give up Ryan, but I'd like you
to tell me you love me best and really mean it, and I love you being in
charge. When you tell me 'no', like with the flattop thing, it makes my
dick feel good 'cause I have a submissive fetish." He smiles, muttering,
"The things you confess without a trace of embarrassment is so fucking
innocent and cute. What else?" "Well, I guess I'm asking you to love me
enough to continue our threesome until it peters out somehow. Maybe it'll
go on for longer then the summer. What I'd like is for the three of us to
continue things just the way you initially set it up. I don't want any
changes especially in you, you're perfect. That play-acting you did at
being dominant has left some dominant qualities in you that I like. You're
back to being your old sweet wonderful self, but just with a delicious
taste of extra confidence and bossiness thrown in. That's the way I want us
to be, if it's okay with you." He takes a deep breath and says, "Sure it's
okay with me and I don't want to change anything right now either. I just
wanted to reassure myself we're all on board.  My ultimate goal remains the
same... you and me together, forever. I guess I needed to hear it from you
that you like things the way they are and it's good to know you twins
aren't planning a coup. And get serious, if you don't know by now I love
you best, nothing I can say will convince you. I've been trying to get you
to be exclusively mine for years and I was wrong to do that. You'll decide
when you want to be mine, not me. And while I wish now I'd never gotten
involved with Ryan, I don't want to give him up, either. He'll never mean
as much to me as you do; hell, nobody ever will. So, we've resolved
absolutely nothing except you've reassured me of your love for me," and he
blurts out a self-deprecating laugh, adding, "And everything will go on
exactly like you want it to. Right?" I go, "That's a distortion of the
facts, Robby. For you I've given up sex on the side, and you're my leader
for real, and we're following your plan more than mine." He kisses me,
muttering, "Yeah, you're partially right. Okay, I'm the leader and you two
are still my twins except my twins have volcanic heat for each other now."
He's smiling at me, so I shrug, "Yeah, I guess we do, but right now I have
volcanic heat for you, Rob." He laughs, "Oh my god, what would I ever do
without my conniving baby, Dylan?" I go, "I like when you call me 'baby'."
And I do actually, although I didn't when Willie called me that. I got used
to it, but never particularly liked it from him. I like hearing it from
Robby because there's true love behind it.

Robby hugs me and I hug him. He says, "You don't even know how special you
are. I guess if I can beat away the droves of gay boys who lust after you,
I can swallow you and Ryan's volcanic heat for each other." I mutter,
"You've a tendency to slip into hyperbole, Rob." He goes, "Only where
you're concerned, baby," and we both chuckle at him calling me 'baby'
again. I hug him mumbling, "I'm Robby's baby," realizing I'm slipping in
and out of calling him 'Robby' and 'Rob'. Don't know why that is except
Robby's right, I do emulate Ryan 'cause I got it bad for him. And like
Robby said about me, I know in my heart I can say the same thing about him:
no one will ever mean as much to me as Robby does. Our love was forged as
'young love' and there's nothing as powerful as that. He's my first true
love and will therefore always be my purest. I quietly ask, "Can I suck
your dick, Robby?" He says, "Yeah, I'd like that." I slide down his body
and get on my knees as he plays with my hair some more. Unsnapping his
shorts and pulling down his zipper, then pulling down his jockey shorts I
recognize his scent immediately. He hasn't showered so it's strong, but
it's Robby's and it's a scent I've been partial to for years. I first
identified it when we were giving each other massages before work the year
I met him. His short pubic hairs are damp on my face having grown in a
little in the past three weeks. I lean my face fully against his crotch and
inhale. My dick firms up immediately when I lick around his cock and balls
and then lick right on his scrotum, then under it to his asshole. It too is
damp, but soon dripping with my saliva. It's hard on my neck bending my
head back so far, so I scoot around behind him on my knees. I'm used to
doing this for Ryan when he's being dominant, so I don't think to ask Robby
to turn around. Spreading his buttocks I lap up his crack and he moans
pleasantly. That's sexually stimulating to me, knowing I'm giving Robby
sexual pleasure. Sucking on his anus, then getting my tongue inside gets
Robby to do the same thing Ryan does; he leans forward. We're in the
bathroom so he grabs the rim of the sink and I really go at his asshole
with my tongue getting the lips to close and open. It's quite a sensation
on my tongue and I imagine the same holds true for his asshole. When Robby
begins grunting and humping his hips I scoot back around under him, the top
of my head pressed against his hard stomach because he's leaning over, and
suck his cock into my mouth just in time to swallow his first precum
drools. His cock's hard already, but gets harder as I suck and lick
it. Then Robby's straightening up with his hands cupping under my chin,
breathlessly muttering, "Stand up, Dylan, I need to fuck you now." Oh yeah.

I get up quickly and change places with Robby. Now, I'm leaning over
holding onto the sink, forgetting to pull my pants down. Robby grunts as he
yanks my shorts and underwear down over my slim hips; he lets go of them
and they catch at my knees. I'd taken my shirt off to get my hair shampooed
so now I'm naked down to my knees. Robby fingers my anus a bit, then his
finger goes all the way in to rub my prostate and I start moaning and
squirming. Taking his finger out, he forces his boner in past my sphincter
muscle, breathing in gasping spurts. Then, leaning against me he drives his
fat four inch boner up my ass going, "Mmmmm," as I gasp at the intrusion
and then moan, "Aaaaah, Robby." Grabbing my hips Robby fucks me fast while
making low whiny sounds of desire. My boner tightens and tightens; it's
Robby fucking me and that's always been special. As my boner moves away
from my stomach a long moan of pleasure slips out of me, "Ooooooooh,
ahhhhh." My boner throbs, poking straight out; six inches of fantastic
sensations and my head drops between my arms as I moan again. Robby's cock
is as fat as Ryan's but almost three inches shorter, although right now
Robby's is the only cock I care about. It feels fantastic and his unique
personal, very familiar aroma surrounds me as I continue moaning quietly at
the pleasure I'm feeling from my cock, nuts, and rectum. My body rocks to
and fro with each thrust up my ass; each thrust accompanied by a grunt from
Robby, "Umpth," and a moan of pleasure from me, "Ahhh...." It goes on for a
tantalizing five minutes. When Robby's fucking me it's the most awesome
experience for me because of the years of love behind the fuck. I forget
that sometimes, but not when he's fucking me. It's special in ways no one
else is special; Robby fucking me is my treasure. No one can match that
love between us that's built-up for years, and it's an enormous sexual
stimulant as I writhe with pleasure and moan. Nothing's better than being
fucked good by Robby Dickers, the boy of my dreams in high school, and now
it's a reality. My climax is building with the speed of Robby's desperate
thrusts, I hump my hips and jerk my ass back at his penetrating boner and
cry out, "Oooooh," as cum streams from my boner splashing off the front of
the sink, and, "Aaaaaah," as another hard spurt is followed by another. My
body convulses and my toes cramp from curling so tightly. Robby lays on my
back making whimpering sounds doing short hard humps into me, his arms
tightly around me. One last violent hump and he fills my bowels with
cum. No matter the size of his cock, nobody pours as much cum up my ass as
he does. He's hugging around my stomach continuing his short hard humps,
moaning now himself. Then with sighs of pleasure, we're both motionless for
a minute with Robby's chest heaving against my back, his heart beating fast
and his cock fully impaling me.  Then he fucks me, gasping as he does it,
for a couple of minutes more with his cum dripping out and getting
plastered against my buttocks by Robby's crotch. Pulling his softening cock
out of my ass, we both go, "Mmmmm, aaah," then he uses his strong arms to
pull me up and around, chest to chest, hugging me and kissing me, mumbling,
"Oh God, that was so sexy. I love you so much, Dylan." I hug back
muttering, "I love you just as much, Robby, maybe more." He gets a hand
behind my head and pulls it against his shoulder, saying, "Don't be silly,
no one has ever, in the history of the world, loved anyone as much as I
love you. You have no idea how deeply I love you." Well, that's nice to
hear, and I believe him too. Why I doubted it, I can't imagine, but I let
myself wonder about it earlier this afternoon. He's been telling me how
much he loves me for a long time now. I mumble, "I believe you, Robby, and
nothing makes me happier than hearing you say that."

We hug for awhile, then loosely keep our hands on each other's hips, as
Robby says, "Jeez, the urge to fuck you came on me like gangbusters. Only
you can bring on that depth of sexual desire I experienced a little while
ago. I wanted to do a lovers' sexual act with you, but I couldn't help
myself, I couldn't wait to get my dick inside you," and we kiss a lovers'
kiss. After a few kisses, I say, "How about a little later we do that
lovers' sex you mentioned; do it nice and slow and sexy and loving, Rob."
He grins at the 'Rob' reference again, muttering, "Man, I love my twins,
especially the taller one. You two are even beginning to look alike, maybe
Ryan will start growing taller all of a sudden." We've got our arms loosely
around each other now, our faces a few inches apart. I ask, pretending to
be serious, "Who's cuter, me or my twin?" Robby blurts out a laugh, "Are
you shitting me? Nobody in the world's as cute as you, baby." This time I
blurt out a laugh, then say, "You are, you're cuter." He says, "Only you
think that." He lets go of me saying, "Let me clean your ass; my cum's
drooling out copiously." I say, "Copiously?" He mutters, "It's your twin's
word. He used to try impressing me by using big words he memorizes for that
purpose." Oh yeah, Ryan mentioned that, but it's funny he doesn't do that
with me. Probably because I'm submissive to him. Robby puts his dick away
and buttons up his pants, muttering, "Damn, that felt good. Nobody has a
ass like you." He wipes my ass with the damp towel he dried my hair with.
Then he pulls up my underwear and shorts and hands me my tee-shirt.  When I
pull it on we grin at each other. I say, "Damn, I love when you fuck me."
He grins, "Good, I'm going to do more of it tonight too," and he rubs my
recently shampooed hair, as I say, "I changed the sheets on my bed for us."
He goes, "No more mousse in your hair, okay?"  I say, "Okay, Rob," and he
takes my hand in his and we walk out of the bathroom after that quick, but
hot fuck. Robby says, "While you're getting dressed I gotta call dad about
something said at the supervisor's meeting, and then I've got a great idea
for dinner, Dylan."

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

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