Date: Fri, 24 May 2013 08:20:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO   chapter 14  by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


				Chapter 14


			     by Donny Mumford



Robby's
supervisor's meeting ended earlier than expected so he's able to get to my
condo around seven-thirty. One thing led to another and he gave me an
impromptu fuck in the bathroom after washing the mousse out of my hair. I
thought the mousse was a cool idea because my hair has grown enough in three
weeks that I can brush it up into a imitation flattop; a nice change from the
short buzz cut I had. He straightened me out though, haircut-wise. Ryan's
gonna attempt giving me another of the short burr haircuts like the one he
totally fucked-up last time. If I expect Robby to be in charge of our threesome
I gotta expect to go along with things I don't particularly like at times; if I
don't, then Robby wouldn't be in charge, I'd be in charge and that's no fun for
me. Anyway, my hair's been wicked short ever since Willie took me for that first
ultra short haircut in Key West months ago. That sort of thing comes with the
territory for us submissive types. While Robby shampooed the mousse out of my
hair we had a talk about our threesome and decided to maintain the status quo
for now. He's noticed Ryan's lack of dedication to him lately so I came right
out with the fact Ryan and I have a lot of heat for each other, and we're kind
of in love too, so that's probably why Ryan isn't as enthusiastic with Rob as
he's been in the past. Robby's response was surprising: he simply accepted it,
but thinking about it now I get the feeling he wanted to talk about
something else. Instead, Robby basically just reaffirmed that he and I are as
tight, and in love with each other, as we've ever been. Plus he sorta inferred
there's nothing he can or wants to do about Ryan's reduced interest in him; he
said that he, Robby, caused us three to be a tight threesome months ago and now
he needs to accept whatever happens. Apparently my worry that Ryan's lack of
heat for Rob would be a blow to his ego doesn't appear to be the case. I gotta
admire Rob's attitude regarding  that. It seems very mature and frankly
it's a load off my mind. Rob's always said I was light years more important to
him than Ryan, or anyone else, and I'm starting to believe him now.
Of course, I'm still in a
real quandary because when I'm with Ryan it's like whatever he wants is
fine with me; I can't get enough of him. Also, there's no question my orgasms
with Ryan are the hottest I've ever had. Plus, I've been getting so submissive
to him it's ridiculous, but I can't do anything about that; not that I want to
because it's tons of fun for both of us. Ryan does almost everything perfectly
with his natural sweet dominant manner. When I'm with Robby though, our years of
love together produces a different, deeper loving feeling during sex, which is
extremely sexy and wonderful to me as well. What it boils down to: I'm extremely
attracted to both of them for different reason, but if I was strapped to a lie
detector and had to chose between the two, I'd probably say Ryan's a better
lover because his dominant manner is hotter than Robby's... much hotter. And
that's not to say Robby's not a little bit bossy in his own way, or that he's
not hot because he is in both cases. It's like I get squirmy with desire
around Ryan, while with Robby I get less squirmy with desire, but my love
for him is stronger. So what to do?

Well,
apparently what we're going to do is continue like we've been doing. That's all
well and good, although I still have a strong sense there's more Robby wanted to
tell me, but what it could be I have no clue. Maybe it's just my imagination
running away with me again. All I can do is continue like we've been doing and
see if my squirminess increases with Robby or my love increases for Ryan. Being
honest with myself I'd have to say I'm leaning towards Ryan, but that may be
simply because with Robby it's not a new experience, while with Ryan it's quite
a new, fresh experience. My goddamn submissive fetish is probably controlling a
lot of my thinking though, which is not helping my thinking process in this
confusing situation. I basically want both Ryan and Rob equally, but I'm not
positive. Anyway, if I've learned anything I've learned that things have a way
of changing. At the moment Robby and me are in his pickup heading
for the Olive Garden restaurant to get some dinner. I've never been to that
restaurant, but Robby really want to try it, so that's what we're doing.
It's a Friday night, which is a popular night for eating out, so when we
get to the restaurant we have to wait for a table. Guess who we run into? Travis
Pickles, that's who. He and Robby had some kind of a relationship in the past. I
know that only because of the night a couple of weeks we stopped at a deli so I
could buy stuff for our  work lunches and Pickles was behind the counter.
It was my idea to stop at the deli, not Robby's. There I met Travis; it was the
first time I ever heard his name, although I'd seen him in the halls at high
school many times. In the deli he openly flirted with Robby in a way that made
it obvious they had some kind of history together. When we left the deli Robby
told me he and Travis had a little thing going for them in the past; most
recently around the time of my trip to Key West and Robby's trip to the Grand
Canyon. Robby gave the impression Travis and he were no big deal, but I got the
impression it was a bigger deal than Robby made it out to be. And
Travis Pickles happens to be hot and cute, so the so-called 'little
thing' between them got my attention. This Pickles kid has pale red hair cut
short.

I'm
staring at Travis in the Olive Garden, noticing he has a fresh haircut; it's cut
short on the sides and combed down on top with the short bangs in front flipped
up... cute! He has one of those peaches and cream, clear pale complexion with
big blue eyes with narrow eyebrows the color of his hair, little pug nose, pouty
lips and sleepy eyelids. Travis is slim like me and Robby's and my height. At
the moment he's got a big smile showing off bright white teeth with little
spaces between each of the tops ones. Like I said, very cute and that smile of
his is contagious and makes me smile with him, although he only has eyes for
Robby. They do the hand shake, one arm hug, and pat on each other's back. It
looked to me like Travis leaned in for a kiss, but Robby pulled his head away.
After the deli encounter Robby told me Travis has been openly gay since our
junior year in high school, and he's had the same boyfriend since then,
although there's no boyfriend with him at the moment. I wonder
what his boyfriend looks like because Travis is a hottie. Travis says, "Awesome
time the other night, huh, Rob?" Robby blushes, glancing at me, then mumbles to
Travis, "Um, yeah, seeing all the guys was cool. Catching up with what
everyone's been doing after graduating and all." Then to me, "I ran into some of
the guys from our high school baseball team the other night." Travis says, "It
was just luck, we had no idea they'd be at Sal's." I'm thinking, 'We' had no
idea?' it sounds like Travis and Robby were together when they bumped into their
old team. Travis wasn't a ballplayer, he's like Ryan, a team manager/flunky
combination. Travis says, "Hey, I was going to get a take-out order, but I'll
join you guys if it's alright with you two." Then to me, "You were in the Deli
with Rob, weren't ya?" I go, "Yeah, so what?" Travis matches my snippiness,
saying, "Hey, lighten up, I was just making conversation, dude," then it seems
he's angry with himself for losing his cool. I don't much care one way or the
other. The lady at the desk says, "You're table's ready guys," and Travis says,
"We're three now." She gets another menu and leads us to the table, saying,
"Welcome to the Olive Garden, I'll have the third place setting for you in just
a minute." It's a table for four and now, like Travis says, we're three. It
occurs to me that I don't have much luck going out to dinner with Robby; someone
always intrudes it seems. Last time it was Ryan and his friend Felix and
that didn't turn out too good for me. That was before Ryan and me hit it off
big time.


At
the table Travis sits across from Robby with me sitting across from an
empty chair. Robby and Travis start the, 'Remember when' routine
recounting experiences with the varsity baseball season during our senior
year; reminiscing in other words. I'm looking at Travis 'cause he's yummy to
look at. He looks like he's about seventeen years old, but like me he's close to
twenty.  He's also very chatty with Robby, and those two get laughing about
silly sounding childish stunts pulled off by various baseball players on the
team that year. There's nothing good about being an outsider at a reunion, so I
pout; not that Travis or Rob notices. The waitress takes our orders, breaking up
the reunion for a couple of minutes. I get chicken parmigiana with a side of
spaghetti. Those two both get fettuccine Alfredo and the house salad. We
all order iced tea with raspberry lemonade. We drink our drinks and all of a
sudden it feels awkward because they've stopped reminiscing and it feels like
something's in the air; like they want to discuss something but don't know how
to start it. Well, I don't like the silence so I'm making inane small talk
asking if Travis is going to college. He isn't and tells me he needs to earn
some money first, but he will be going. He's much friendlier now, so that's a
step in the right direction. Maybe I can enjoy my dinner after all. Then our
meals arrive. Mmm, everything looks good, but out of the corner of my eye I
notice Robby nod his head towards me indicating something to Travis, who clears
his throat, then goes, "Um, Dylan, how you doing?" I look up, asking, "Whaddaya
mean?" He shrugs, saying, "Ah, Rob says you're, that is you two, are madly in
love and yet there's a third party involved. How's that work, I'm curious?"
I frown, looking at Robby for a second, then at Travis, "What are you asking me
for? Ask Robby, he's our leader." Robby swallows some fettuccine, and I ask,
"Can I try some of that, Robby?" Both guys eagerly say, "Sure,"
and offer their plates. What the fucks going on here? I look at Travis
holding his plate over to me, then what the fuck, I scrape some of his
fettuccine from his plate onto mine, mumbling, "Thanks."

As
I'm eating some of it, Robby says to Travis, "About our threesome; we all take
turns so it's equal and it's been working until recently when the third member
has, um, sort of abandoned me a little. He's into Dylan mostly, but I don't mind
because I mostly got involved with Ryan hoping to get Dylan's attention." I
shake my head slowly, saying, "That's a bit of a distortion of the facts of the
matter. Months ago you told me you loved him, and earlier tonight you said you
didn't want to give him up. So there's a little more to it then just making me
appreciate you more, Rob." Travis says, "Hmmm, how can I get in on this? Oh I
know, maybe I can replace Ryan as far as Rob's concerned. Yeah, that way Ryan
gets more of you, Dylan, and since he's lost interest in Rob that might satisfy
everyone. What do you say, Rob?" I interrupt asking Robby point blank, "Is this
what you wanted to talk about when I met you at your pickup tonight? What
happened, did you chicken out?" Robby blushes like he does often, although
probably not as much as I do. Without looking at me; Robby looks at
his plate, and mutters, "Heh, heh, yeah, that's exactly what happened,
Dylan." I knew he wanted to tell me something. Travis grins, shoveling in
a mouthful of fettuccine, as I ask Robby, "So you arranged for Travis to
just happen to be at the restaurant, the restaurant you insisted we go to, so he
could propose this to me. Right?" Robby looks at me, "Yes, Dylan, because it's
kinda an off-the-wall idea to start with, but when you think about it, it's just
like we've been doing for three years. You and me have always been each other's
main boyfriend, but there's a boyfriend on the side too because, like you've
always say, we're young and this is the time to experiment and sow our wild
oats, or whatever. And in the fall you and I will decide if we're ready to go
steady yet. How 'bout it?" Travis says, "I'm no threat to you, Dylan; I can't
compete with you, and Rob's made that clear to me way back when." I eat some
more fettuccine, which is delicious, and say with a fake smile, "Oh please,
Travis, save that bullshit; you certainly can compete with me and anyone else
too, and you know it." He shrugs, grinning, "If you say so,"
and Robby says, "No one can compete with you, Dylan, not as far as I'm
concerned. With Travis and me it's buddy sex pure and simple. I told Travis that
any number of times. Like you've said, what's wrong with a little side sex?" I
love having my rationalizations used on me to bolster Robby's case. Not
really.


We
all eat in silence for a bit with Robby and Travis exchanging
glances, probably wondering what I'm going to say. I'm wondering that
too. Finally I say to Robby, "This could really hurt Ryan's feelings, ya
know. Have you considered that?" Sensing they're going to get their
way, both of them start to say something at the same time, but Robby wins
out, and says, "Sure I have, but he's the one who lost interest in me.
That's the main reason I'm even considering a change. Wouldn't you?"
It's my turn to shrug because he's got me there. Travis says,
"Yeah, Rob, I would too if I were in your position." I ignore that and
say to Robby, "Well, I don't know why you're asking me what I think anyway,
it's between you, Travis, and Ryan." Robby says, "If you don't sign off on
it, I won't do it, that's why I'm asking you. I care what you think." I go,
"I think this was sneaky of you and Travis to double team me, and it wasn't
really necessary because I love you, Robby, and I want you to be as happy as I
am; if you don't shine, I don't shine, so I'm good with it if you are." Robby
reaches over and squeezes my arm, muttering, Thanks, Dylan. I feel the same way
about you, which is why I wanted to tell you first. For some reason I couldn't
do it earlier and Travis suggested we three get together. It was sneaky and I
apologize for that, but you're okay with it, right?" I shrug again, mumbling,
"Yeah, I'm okay with it, but I'm wondering how Ryan will take the news; I'm not
at all sure what his reaction will be. Nobody likes being dumped under any
circumstances." Travis goes, "It  doesn't need to be a 'dumped' situation,
Rob, just a reduced one. You could still get together with him if he wants. Like
you said, you and I will just be involved in occasional buddy sex." Robby
goes, "Yeah, I guess," and I say, "No, that won't be fair actually. It would
mean Robby has his threesome when he wants, and sex on the side too. Is that
what you want, Robby?" He goes, "Like I told you earlier, Dylan, I'm as confused
as you are. That would be ideal for me, but like you said, unfair to you and
Ryan so it'll need to be me and you as always, Travis my side sex, and Ryan is
yours." I say, "You realize how nuts most people would think this is, don't ya?"
He chuckles, then says, "Sure, but you and I aren't most people." Well, I
gotta agree with him there because most people don't have Robby's and my sex
drive; we're basically consumed by it and that's definitely not a complaint. I
say, "I'll go for either plan: you lose Ryan and gain Travis, or you keep
Ryan and add Travis. The latter proposal means I get another buddy sex
partner to add to you and Ryan." Travis spits out some salad laughing,
"You two are amazing. This is awesome and thank you, Dylan, for
including me." I go, "I'd be happy to include you on my team too,
Travis, 'cause you're cute and you got a great ass." We all start
chuckling.

Done
chuckling, Travis says, "I'm flattered, but I'm not in your and Rob's class
as far as sex goes. I broke up with Frankie, who I've been going with for over
two years and now Rob will be plenty for me to handle; I'm old fashioned and can
handle only one boyfriend at a time." I go, "In this case, one buddy sex
partner, we're not calling you a boyfriend, are we?" Robby says, "What's in a
name? If Travis wants to consider me his boyfriend, what's the harm?" I go,
"None, I guess, boyfriend." Robby chooses not to touch that. He must have called
Travis while I was getting dressed after our sex. He said he needed to call his
dad, but it was Travis. They concocted this plan and I guess it was kinda sweet
of Robby to run it by me before he made it official, but he's been diddling with
Travis for quite some time now. Maybe it's been an on again off again thing, but
it's goes back a way. I'll file that bit of information away until I need to use
it. He's as much of a hound dog as I am... heh, heh. Two hound dogs in
heat; what could be better? We've been eating during our summit
meeting and our plates are empty when I say, "This Olive Garden has damn
good food, we should have all our summit meetings here." Chuckles from
Travis and Robby; they've been successful in accomplishing their objective,
but I can't see a downside for me, so it might be all good. Robby's
basically adopted my philosophy of, 'What's wrong with a little variety as
long as you're main squeeze is on board with it'. Now all I need to do
is decide whether Ryan's my main squeeze or if it's still Robby, and
there's no need to rush to judgement with that. Like I always say, 'Things
change'; it's how adaptable you are with the changes that determines the
end result. I've always been very adaptable where boy on boy sex is
concerned.

Our
plates are cleared away by a very average looking busboy and then, when our
waitress returns, we place orders for coffees and desserts. I get white
chocolate raspberry cheese cake and they both get something called black tie
mousse cake. I'm beginning to see a pattern here; whatever Robby orders, Travis
gets the same thing. We make small talk while enjoying our desserts; Robby and
Travis apparently happy about the thought of them resurrecting their
relationship. Then we split the bill three ways and leave a decent tip. Outside
Robby and Travis give each other a quick kiss and a little hug, which is
something Robby wouldn't do in public six months ago. Travis and I bump fists
with Travis saying, "You're a hot shit, Dylan. Glad I met ya." I go, "Same
here," and he walks to an old Chevrolet as we get in Robby's pickup. Inside
Robby says, "Ya know, this makes me feel a little creepy, Dylan, but I kinda got
the hot's for him again. Is it really okay with you?" I ask, "Just how much
alley-catting around do you do anyway?" He goes, "None during our threesome,"
and I go, "Liar, liar pants on fire. You've been with Travis recently when
our threesome was in full swing." He goes, "Okay, but I meant except for Travis,
and it's only been a couple of times." I ask a flip question, "Who's the top?"
Robby says, "Either of us, we don't subscribe to any kind of sub/dom stuff like
you and Ryan do" I go, "That sounds a little judgmental. The way you said that,
plus you're a bit dominant with both me and Ryan so don't make it seem you're
above that sort of thing." He shrugs, "Yeah, I'm somewhat bossy with you two,
but that's a result of you insisting on me being that way." I say, "This seems
like an argument we're having here." Robby mumbles, "I'm not arguing. Why would
I? I never win an argument with you anyway." I'm like, "Oh, come on! That whole
Ryan thing was one win after another for you. No revisionist history, please."
He says, "You were damn nice with that for the most part, and I do thank you for
that. I've explained my whole purpose for the Ryan situation a number of times.
I was just trying to get your attention, or more of it than I was getting."
I go, "And you succeeded." Robby, scratches his chin, muttering,
"Yeah, I did and I like it too." I ask, "Is this what Travis is all about? You
know, to show me you can get boyfriends any time you want, so I better stay
attentive?" Robby says, "Ha, I hadn't thought of that, but if that happens so
much the better." I mutter, "Alley cat," and he mutters, "The pot calling the
kettle black." I'm like, "That makes no sense. I've never seen a black pot and
what the hells a kettle?" Robby goes, "I don't know, but it seems to fit." Ya
gotta wonder how long some of these sayings have been around.


After
ten seconds of silence, I say, "Are you going to start this
pickup anytime soon?" Robby says, "Yes, if we're done arguing," and I
say, "I wasn't arguing with you because I can never win an
argument with you." He looks at me grinning, then says, "When are you
and me going to be steady boyfriends so we can stop all the silly side sex,
and concentrate just on each other?" I say, "When are you gonna
realize that it's just that the time is wrong." He laughs, "That's a
line from a Killers' song." I go, "I know, I couldn't come up with a
good answer to your question because alley catting around is fun, but it
wouldn't be if I didn't have you as my main boyfriend. Sing that western song to
me again, Robby. The one you memorized when you were in Arizona." He starts the
truck, get the air conditioner going, and then, in his corny western accent, he
sings in a surprisingly good voice. "I pay rent on a run down place, there ain't
much view, but there's lots of space, in my heart... the heart that you own." He
sings the whole song with us staring into each other's eyes. When he's done, he
cups behind my head to pull it towards him as he leans over and we do a sweet
lover's kiss that's the real deal. There's a difference between a lover's kiss
with Robby as compared to a lover's-type kiss with anyone else, including Ryan.
It's a reminder to my brain that there's a very real difference between Robby's
and my love as compared to the love I have with Ryan. Sure, I love Ryan, but not
like I love Robby. Months ago Robby told me he had some kind of love for Ryan,
but it's nothing like the love we share; meaning Robby and me. I see what he
means now because there's a distinct difference that becomes apparent when Robby
and me are together. I've got to remember that and make Ryan aware of it too. I
need to do that to be fair to Ryan. He's positive that I'll find true love with
him and drop Robby, while I'm positive I won't. It's as simple as that, but I
need to be with Robby to be positive about that. My stupid submissive fetish
takes over my brain when I'm with Ryan, just like it did at times when Willie
and I were boyfriends, but as soon as Robby and I have a true lover's kiss my
brain clears and I know the difference. It's important for me to remember this
when I'm with Ryan, but like I said, it doesn't mean I don't love Ryan in a way.
I do, but it's not true love although it's a better form of love than I ever had
for Willie. It's a love I'd probably be satisfied with if I didn't know
any better, but I do know better because I know Robby's love. This is a
surprisingly comforting  revelation. It doesn't mean I'm dumping Ryan any
time soon, but it does mean I'm not going to fool myself any longer as to who my
true love is, or who will be my long time lover. It's Robby and it's good to
have that resolved in my brain. I'll enjoy my time with Ryan for awhile and
remember him fondly when it's finally over. He's awesome, but not to the degree
Robby's awesome; in my mind at least. It's been a relatively short run for Ryan
and me, but between Robby and me it's allowed Ryan to realize he's not a nerd
who needs to take shit from a dominant sex partner.

Basically
we've opens a whole new world for Ryan and sooner or later he'll hook up with
someone other than Robby or me, some boy who he'll begin a relationship with
where Ryan's the confident one right from the start. Someone who's been
searching for a boy just like Ryan. It'll probably be a shy gay boy who'll
look up to Ryan the way Ryan looked up to Robby. An entirely new experience for
Ryan and one he'll find he's more comfortable with than he is with me. I assume
that because having someone sort of idolizing you is very addictive and Ryan's
going to go for that. I don't blame him either. With me, Ryan's infatuated
because he can finally be dominant with someone; someone who he felt was
untouchable just a few months ago. Also, when he's with me he's in competition
with Robby and somewhere in Ryan's brain he'll eventually realize he's going to
lose out to Robby and that'll make a boy dedicated just to Ryan a more
attractive prize. In the meantime Ryan and me will enjoy the ride. He's a good
kid who will seem like a prize to some shy boy looking for love.

After Robby's and my lover's kiss
in his pickup, I murmur, "I love you, Robby," and he quietly says, "I
know you do, Dylan; probably better than you know it, but you'll truly
realize it at some point. I think the wild oats theory is a good one
for now, but there will come a day when you'll be ready to settle down with
me and I'll be ready when you are." I nod my head wondering when that might
be, and then I tell myself for the thousandth time, 'You're only
nineteen years old, Dylan! You have your whole life ahead of you.' Reaching
over, I squeeze the back of Robby's neck affectionately, mumbling, "Ya wanna go
back to my house?" Robby shakes his head, saying, "As long as you insist on this
charade of me being in charge, I'll take advantage of it by telling you
something new. Not brand new because this is just a return to the way things
used to be with us; you're going to start being the 'top' during our sex
together, at least some of the time. I forgot how much I enjoyed being the
catcher, like I was in our early relationship. So I'm  bossy you around
telling you you're going to do the honors tonight. How do you like that?"
Thinking about my fuck of Connor during his going away party, and how much I
enjoyed it, I go, "You're the boss Robby." He laughs, muttering, "My ass, I'm
the boss. You own my heart, and you insist I'm the boss which you don't
realize makes you the boss." He's laughing again, but in a sweet Robby
way and not a smart ass way. I'm frowning because I see what he means, but
don't want to admit it. To deflect his logical conclusion, I mutter, "Whatever
you say, boss." He chuckles, shaking his head, "You're something, Dylan. You
don't even know how awesome you are. Hey, don't you ever wonder why so many boys
fall for you instantly?" I go, "It's not that many, and how about you, mister
alley cat." More chuckling from Robby, he's so comfortable when it's just him
and me. He glances at me grinning, then says, "Well, boss, we're going to park
behind the warehouse at work and you're going to make love to me and I'm going
to lick your feet and rim you're cute butt; see how you like it." Ooooh, no
one's ever rimmed my cute ass before. That's kind of exciting. Trying to
reestablish that Robby's in charge, I say, "If you say so, Robby," but I am
kinda excited about this. I'll get a chance to see how the other half lives; ya
know? Then I wonder if Travis fucked Robby recently and if
maybe that's what got him recalling our early days when I did the deed to
him. That'd be ironic. And for the second time tonight I realize Robby's messing
around with Travis definitely happened during our threesome days, so he went
outside our threesome for some sex on the side. Hmmm, does that mean I dare to
do the same? I'll need to consider that possibility. Yeah, except that's the
only thing that Ryan says would cause him to dump me. Maybe that's how Ryan's
and my relationship comes to an end; him dumping me. I can't see me dumping him
willingly any time soon. Well, as I'm always telling myself... things change.
For now I'm going to concentrate on my true-love boyfriend, Robby.


Driving
towards the warehouse at Dickers Landscaping and Design, Robby says, "Ya
know, Dylan, my experience with Ryan, plus my messing around with Travis
doing a little buddy sex, both highlight the difference between
having sex with them and having sex with you. For me it's like night
and day. With you it's almost like a religious experience and our
feelings of love for each other increases the sexuality tremendously. Buddy
sex is hot, but each of the few times I've done it I've come away realizing
how much better it is with you, and how it serves to heighten my love
and appreciation that you're in my life. It's weird maybe, but that's what
I think of mostly after having side sex." Hmmm, few times my ass, but when I'm
with Robby I do realize a difference in the sex with anyone else too. I say,
"Yeah, we're made for each other, but when I'm with Ryan, for example, I think
that's the best sex. Then when I'm with you I realize I was wrong; it much
better with you because we're in deep true love." Of course Ryan says he and I
are perfect together too. Robby grins at me, saying, "So it's the reverse for
you. When your sex on the side is over you feel that's the best until you have
sex with me again. That's better than nothing, but I wish it was the other way
around. It will be someday." Yeah, I never thought about it like that before and
I think Robby might be right. I'll test that theory out next time with Ryan. I
say, "All I know is right now you're who I want to be with above anyone else."
Robby says, "And I believe you, so thank you for that."



Robby
pulls into the parking lot at work and drives behind the warehouse.
Parking, he says, "Since I'm in charge, I'm telling you to be in charge; that's
an order." He's turned the tables on me, but I'm looking forward to this,
so I say, "Okay, boss, open the windows and turn off the pickup; we're going to
sweat during sex because that's sexier." He does that, then asks, "Now what?"
and I go, "Get naked," as I pull my tee-shirt over my head. Robby does the same,
muttering, "I like your style, Dylan." We both take our sneakers and socks off,
then our shorts and underpants. I like being naked, and I especially like it
when a cute boy is with me as naked as I am. Bare ass naked, Robby plays with
his dick, muttering, "Wish I had a bigger dick," and I ask, "Why? Your dick is
awesome," and I lean over and take his cock from his fingers and put it in my
mouth to suck and lick. I go, "Mmmmm," as Robby runs his fingers through my
hair, saying, "Here's another order coming from the guy in charge. You, me, and
Ryan are going to have any kind of haircut we want tomorrow. How do you like
that?" Pulling my mouth off his cock and holding it in my fingers, I get on
the floor of the pickup on my knees between Robby's legs, then say, "Hey, I
don't like it because you're ordering all of us to do what we want. That's not
being bossy." He chuckles, and then says, "I'm in charge, I can do whatever I
want." He's got me there, so I say, "Okay, table turner, you've figured out a
way to be in charge while at the same time not being in charge. You're a clever
boy, boyfriend." He goes, "Yep, I am." Putting his dick back in my mouth, I
chuckle to myself, enjoying the taste of his cock. Guess I'll need to get my
bossiness from Ryan, and you know what, I like taking a trip down memory lane
with Robby because after all, that's the boy I fell in love with a couple of
years ago. I've been working full time trying to fuck up what was already
perfect. Let's see how this goes for awhile. Robby's quietly grunting as his
dick gets harder and harder. Satisfied with his boner, I lick his balls, then
under his balls, almost reaching his asshole, then say,
"Scoot down in the seat a little, Robby." He does, bringing his feet up on
the seat with his knees in the air, and then he spreads them. His rosebud anus
is right there and I press my tongue on it wondering why rimming was late coming
to the party for me. I really like doing it now and I guess that's my submissive
side winning out, but even so, I didn't start doing it until fairly recently.


It
takes a couple of minutes of lapping across his anus and up
the underside of Robby's scrotum to get him squirming, going "Mmm, mmm."
His anus lips start quivering as the tip of my tongue gets inside his
ass to lick out the acrid shit taste and then it's me french kissing his
clean asshole for a minute or so. I work-up the willpower to stop, my cock
already fairly hard; lifting my head, I breathlessly mutter, "Your
turn, boyfriend." Robby says, "This is my first time, um, rimming, and I'm
not sure I can do it, but if I can I might not do it too good at first." Sitting
up I realize I'm anxious for Robby to do it to me and the hell with my
submissive fetish, I want to expand my horizons and appreciate both sides of the
sexual experience. Straight folks can't do that very easily... heh, heh. I guess
I could say I do want to go back to yesteryear and maybe discover what I already
knew is still true; there's just as much beauty in being the one doing the
fucking as there is receiving the fucking from one's true love. And that's true
even though I prefers one over the other. Like I said before: I fell in love
with Robby while I was doing the fucking. Being the top for Robby, if only
occasionally, brings a newness back to our sex that maybe I've been missing.
Could Robby have realized this, or is it that he's just realized he likes
getting fucked once in awhile. That might be a benefit from his recent
involvement with Travis, which just proves my point that there's benefits to
variety where sex is concerned; especially at our relatively young age. We
need to grow into our sexuality until we have it just right. Or am I
overanalyzing everything again? Maybe rationalizing too. Who knows, but I'm
going with the ebb and flow in the tides of our relationship like I always do,
and enjoying the ride whatever it may be at different times. Robby and me switch
positions; me on the seat and him on his knees on the floor of the pickup,
between my legs. He takes my dick in his fingers, asking, "You have a fairly
hard boner already, Dylan, did you get a boner from sucking my cock and rimming
me?" I go, "Yep, I did because it feeds my submissive fetish." He nods his head,
like he just learned something and then puts my dick in his mouth and does a
damn good job of sucking and licking my cock, especially considering he hasn't
done it for a long time. I can't help but wonder if he's practiced cock sucking
during his alley-catting around, and I wonder with whom he's doing it with too?
A touch of jealousy stabs my brain, but that's not a bad thing necessarily;
it demonstrates I care that he's having sex with someone else. Of course I get
jealous when Robby and Ryan got together too, so it's nothing new to me. I
don't think that makes me different from anyone else who's in love with someone.
I like being in love with Robby; I love it as a matter of fact.

As
Robby enthusiastically goes at it, my cock gets feeling oh so good and now it's
my turn to squirm on the seat. My bare ass sliding a little on the imitation
leather seat and the thought that Robby's bare ass was squirming on the same
spot I'm squirming on is extra sexual stimulation for me. What's better than
sex? Now I feel his tongue on my ass and I scoot down in the seat, then do what
Robby did and pull my feet up to put them on the seat with my knees in the air.
A long warm, wet lick up my ass crack and I go, "Ooooh, that's sexy, Robby." He
goes, "Uh huh," does it again, then says, "I taste your doo doo, ewwww." I
mutter, "I tasted your's too, wait till you get your tongue inside my ass." He
laps again and I get goose bumps on the back of my thighs and feel my anus
loosen, close and then open.
That's sexy too. Robby is now licking my anus, then he imitates what I did
and tries french kissing it, then gives up on my asshole and licks my balls and
gets my cock in his mouth again. Damn, just when that was feeling really good,
but it's his first attempt and I guess it is a little gross if you're not used
to it. Robby's making slurping sounds doing a good job on my dick and
he's stroking his cock too so sucking my cock must be turning him on.
It's turning me on as I'm gulping and grunting, "Umm, umm, ooh, ohhh,"
rubbing his hair and the back of his neck until I've gotta say, "Um, Robby,
ya better stop, I feel my orgasm coming on." He does one last suck, then a
loud wet-mouth sound as he pulls off of my boner and it plasters itself, wet and
sloppy, up against my belly feeling great as a bubble of precum forms a
pearl of delight slipping out of my pee slit, and then balances there. Robby,
still on his knees sees it and leans over to lick it off. Then he comes up to
sit next to me on the seat and gets an arm around my neck to hug me against him,
saying, "Jeez, I loved sucking your cock; it's the perfect size. Mine's too
short and I think Ryan's too long, especially for his body size." I ask, "How
'bout Travis' cock?" Robby, in a matter of fact way, says, "Almost like your's,
but probably a half inch shorter. How do you do that rimming, anyway? I got
queasy to tell ya the truth. It's kinda disgusting to lick someone's asshole." I
ask, "How's it feel getting your ass licked?" He says, "When you rim me it's
awesome, I just don't know how you can do it." I say, "Well, at first I couldn't
do it, but my submissive fetish made me do it and now I really like doing it."
He kisses me, then says, "I don't have a submissive fetish to rely on and I
don't think I'll ever get to liking it; I'm sorry." I shrug, "It's not for
everyone certainly, you're not the only one who won't do it. You like sucking my
dick though, right?" He goes, "Yep, I do. I like penises a lot; your's
especially. I'll do that anytime." He rubs his nose against mine and our arms go
around each other for some luscious kisses that gets us hotter and hotter. We
starts licking each other's face moaning in our throats as our heat rises and
our personal scents become stronger and surrounds us shimmering in the hot night
air. It's hot out tonight and we begin perspiring rubbing our naked bodies
together, our boners rubbing each other until we're both panting. Robby
takes a deep breath, then another, muttering, "I'm lightheaded, Dylan. You take
my breath away. Please fuck me now."

I'm
breathing deep breaths myself, as I nod my head while my boner buzzes
tantalizingly. It'll feel so nice inside Robby's ass. "Lay on your back, Robby,"
and when he does I get between his legs, guide my wet cock head to
part the lips of his asshole, and make a pathetic whimpering sound at the
sensations buzzing on my cock head that's partially encased in the lips of
Robby's tight anus. After a few second of concentrating on that, I let out the
breath I've been holding and get an arm under each of his legs to lift them to
my shoulders; a leg on each shoulder. Now I can't wait to do this. His feet
behind my head, I scoot forward slightly and the head of my cock disappears
completely inside his ass and I hold my breath again to keep from whimpering
with pleasure again. Robby goes, "Ahhhh, ooh that feels so good. Fuck me,
Dylan," and I wonder how long he's wanted me to do this. I've been selfish
insisting on getting my way and satisfying my fetish." Without hesitating I hump
my hips forward and half my boner disappears, joining the head of my cock up his
ass and it feels wonderful. I let out a long, "Ahhhhhh," as my shoulders shudder
and I have the same thought I had when I fucked Connor, 'I need to do more of
this.'  Robby groans, "Can you wait a bit, my ass is really tight right
now." I nod looking down at him and feel that thrill all 'tops' must feel. It is
dominant by it's very nature and very sexy in it's own way; I get it, but
still prefer looking up and my sex partner with my ass filled with his
cock. We stare at each other, then Robby grins, "I love you, Dylan Newman,
and your cock is feeling damn good in my ass too." Taking that as my
signal to continue I slowly push the last three inches of boner up inside
his rectum and lean in against him, letting air out between closed lips as
sensations from my boner sizzle to my brain. My groin presses against his firm
buttocks and oh man, does this feel fantastic. My throbbing boner's
enclosed tightly by Robby's awesomely tight rectum seemingly hugging it; every
bit of my boner is snug inside Robby. It's a rush alright and all
around my pelvic region there's sensations going off and they're all
pleasure sensations making my whole body shudder and me do a long, "Oooooh,
mmmm," as a twitching inside my nuts signifies activity there. Taking Robby's
ankles in my hands, while exhaling a long held breath, I spread his legs and
withdraw my boner with a sizzling of erotic pleasure flashes through my cock and
then more of the same as I go all the way back in and when I do it again we both
do a breathy, "Oooooh, aaah." and then I get a smooth rhythm going fucking
Robby's ass with pleasant sensations growing and growing until we've both got
our eyes closed overwhelmed with the wonderfulness of fucking and wanting to
absorb as much of the pleasure sensations as we can; it's easier doing that
without confusing our brains with what we're seeing. The friction of Robby's
rectum is seemingly trying to strangle my boner and has an effect of
tightening my sphincter as well, as if a cock is up my ass. Another shudder
of my torso as awesome erotic sensations streak up from my cock to get my
balls humming. My body sweats from the heat of Robby and the heat of this
awesome summer night as I lose myself in the pure pleasure of fucking. A
different feeling than when I'm getting fucked, but intense sexual sensations
just the same, and it definitely does make a difference that it's Robby I'm
doing this with. The heightened sexiness of doing this with Robby over what
I felt fucking Connor, for example, is obvious. Any fuck is going to be
pleasurable, but with my true love, Robby, moaning with pleasure himself, it's
that much hotter and sexier. I let go of his ankles as I feel my orgasm
building, and get a hand on the seat on either side of Robby, leaning forward I
increase the speed of penetration as my hips hammer my boner up his ass going in
and out smoothly, but always snuggly at the same time. My entire cock is being
stimulated as Robby begin sounds of whimpering, tightening his sphincter muscle
and bucking his hips now. It's a delicious seven minutes or so with delicious
sensations that puts my mind on hold to think only of this fuck and sexual
pleasure for me and Robby. Then desperate thrusts from Robby as he moans and
then, "Eeeeee, aaaaah," as a long steam of cum shoots from his boner almost
reaching his chin, leaving a cum steak all the way up his stomach and
chest, them his entire body tightens and another long streak of cum from his
cock as Robby's goes, "Oooooh, oh, ump ump ump," his head going from side to
side on the seat. It's way cool to see him so aroused and it increases my need
to cum. I thrust into his ass recklessly now with sweat droplets flying off
my face as Robby goes, "Ahh, ahh," and two more spurts of cum shoot out of the
gaping lips of his short stubby cock, with his body convulsing and hopping up
off the seat. A long, whining, "Oooooh," from Robby as he lies limply on the
seat now, and now it's every muscle in my body that tightens with red flashes
going off in my head as cum roars up from my nuts hurling up the shaft of my
cock and out a gaping pee slit to fill Robby's rectum with cum. Not use to this
I jerk back too hard and pull my boner out of his ass, then thrust my hips and
shoot a second string of cum that goes onto Robby's stomach to mix with his cum.
Pushing my boner down I drive it back up his ass again and lay on Robby's chest
humping my hips grunting as more spurts of cum leave my cock; my cock that's
pulsating with pleasure sensations. Robby's arms go around my back as I keep
thrusting, dizzy with the sensations of orgasm. My whole body shivers with
delight and then my thrusts peter out and I lay still with my cock
still inside him.


We're
both breathing deeply with fast pounding hearts as the sizzle of
climax abates, and then it's the calmness that comes with sexual
fulfillment; a calm descends on us quietly to contrast to what seemed like
a cacophony of a thousand people yelling with trumpets blaring during
the build up and final climax of orgasm. We lay together with Robby
lazily rubbing my back until he finally says, "We simply need to do more of
this, Dylan, because it makes me feel very special when you fuck me. It's a
very different thing than when I do it for you; both loving experiences and I've
come to enjoy being the 'top" for you, but every now and then I need to feel you
inside me because it's magical somehow." I go, "It was awesome, Robby, and I'll
happily and excitedly do it whenever you want, but there's a special thrill for
me when I'm submissively the 'bottom' and you're the 'top'. "That's flattering,
Dylan, it really is," and he kisses the top of my head which is laying and
sweating on his shoulder. We lay together like this for a few minutes, then I
get back up on my knees and fuck Robby for ten more luscious minutes with both
of us doing low, "Mmmm," and, "Oooh," sounds as the sensations flood over both
of us. What's better than anal intercourse? I can't think of anything. I finally
pull out and we cuddle sweating on each other in the hot June night our bodies
constantly rubbing together as we kiss and lick each other. When a mosquito
makes his hideous noise in my ear, I sit up slapping my face. Robby jokingly
asks, "Would you like me to do that for you?" I go, "No thanks, but we should
get the windows up, and some air conditioning would hit the spot right about
now." Robby sits up and crawls over me, saying, "That was an awesome time,
Dylan; reminded me of our early days together. Same hickey on your neck too,
except this one isn't from that rich kid." I ask, "Do you want to give me a
hickey? I don't mind." He starts the pickup and puts the windows up, muttering,
"Nah, I'll skip the hickey tonight. If I don't give you one maybe Ryan won't
either and it'll spare you going through that."

Funny,
but I'm a little disappointed Robby doesn't want to do it, but his reason for
not wanting to do it is awfully sweet. I go, "Any time, Robby. I never mind a
hickey from you."  We fumble around getting dressed, feeling sticky with
cum and sweat, then Robby begins another make-out that's so dreamy and
nice. It goes on for ten or fifteen minutes giving us both semi-boners, but
we eventually just hold each onto other and confess our love; our enduring
love Robby calls it. He says, "It surprised me that Ryan lost a lot of his
enthusiasm for me so quickly, but what surprised me even more is that I wasn't
all that disappointed about it. He was very special to me for awhile, but the
increased interest and attention I got from you probably has a lot to do with me
accepting that Ryan's lost interest in me. Do you think I took advantage of
him?" I go, "No, I don't. You did a wonderful thing for Ryan by treating him
nicely and showing him that he's equal to any of us. It's done a lot for his
self-confidence and you should be proud of yourself." He says, "Thanks, Dylan,
but you did more for him than I did. He's a damn sweet kid actually and it was
fun while it lasted. My current interest in Travis has actually snuck up on me;
I thought I was over him. When you and I unexpectedly ran into him at the deli I
was kinda shocked that seeing him rekindled my interest to the degree it did.
I'd sort of thought it was over for us. He's a hottie though, like you said
at dinner; and he is cute with a great ass as you pointed out, but sex with him
is sort of generic. I guess I'm partially hooked on his looks, certain
features in his face remind me of you and he's the cutest side boyfriend I've
ever had. Plus he makes a big fuss over me the way Ryan used to. Guess I'm
shallow 'cause I kinda like that." I go, "Wish someone would make a fuss over
me," and Robby laughs out loud, then asks, "Who doesn't kiss your ass? Jesus,
everybody makes a fuss over you and that fact makes it all the more special to
me that you're my boyfriend; you choose me over all of them." I go, "There
haven't been many boys interested in me and Travis, for example, hardly noticed
me; it's you he's interested in." Robby laughs, muttering, "And that's why I'm
keeping him away from you. It wouldn't take you long to steal him from me too."
I go, "Hey! I didn't steal Ryan or anybody else from you!" He goes, "I know. I
know. Not intentionally you didn't, but it's fine. What should I say to Ryan
anyway?" I go, "I'm not sure, would you like me to test his reaction a little by
hinting that you noticed a big drop off of his interest?" Robby says, "Hmmm,
that might work, but it seems like you're doing my dirty work for me." I
go, "No, I'm thinking of Ryan's feelings here too. If I notice him getting upset
at the possibility you've lost as much interest in him as you feel he's lost in
you, I'll back away from the topic and you and me will think about it some
more." Robby nods his head, "Yeah, thanks, Dylan. Why don't you try that."


On
the drive to my condo we talk about work and I almost mention about
Lee's flirting with me, but don't for a number of reasons. For one,
Chubby says Lee's just goofing on me like Lee does with his gay friend, and
for another it might seem to Robby I'm mentioning Lee's flirting because
he's hooking up with Travis. I'd like to believe Robby wouldn't believe I'd be
that petty, but mostly I don't mention it because we're dealing with enough at
the moment already. Mostly we discuss how Robby's doing at being our supervisor
and I try to convince him I'm serious when I say he's doing great. At my condo
we do a few more minutes of goodbye kisses. Then he says, "How about
tomorrow you see Ryan before the haircuts. Do you want to do the pubes shaving
too?" I go, "Absolutely!  I'll call Ryan in the morning and see if he and I
can get together for breakfast or something. Then I'll report my findings to
you, boss." He chuckles, "Oh, we're back to pretending I'm in charge again. Ha!
But I'll play along with you." We have a couple more goodnight kisses and I get
out of the pickup and watch him pull away and drive out of sight. What a nice
time we had tonight, and that's true even with the Travis Pickles complication.
Looking at my watch I see it's only a little after ten o'clock, but it's been a
busy week and I'm tired so it'll be an early Friday night; a shower, put on my
dog collar, and then it's bedtime for me. I can't let too many people know about
me going to bed at ten o'clock on a Friday night though; they'll think I'm a
nerd. Can't have that...


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


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