Date: Sat, 15 Jun 2013 11:25:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO   Chapter 17  by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


				Chapter  17


			     by Donny Mumford



Earlier tonight Ryan and I had dinner together and after that we went to
Treadwell's for ice cream. Then we played miniature golf, betting a
twenty-five cents a hole for lowest score. It went back and forth, but it
the end I lost a quarter. We're on our way back to my place now, where
we're going to get in bed naked, although Ryan's not spending the night. As
he cautiously drives down route 9, I ask him about that, "How come you
can't spend the night with me?" He goes, "I'm worried about seeing your mom
in the morning. You told her you're gay, so what else would she think if I
slept with you except I'm gay too. I'm not ready for that to be common
knowledge yet." I shrug, mumbling, "I see your point. Mom won't be getting
home before two o'clock in the morning on a Saturday night though, so we
have lots of time." He says, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Dylan, but I
have a curfew of one o'clock." I say, "Tell me you're teasing! No nineteen
year old has to be home by one on a Saturday night." He mutters, "I do, and
I'm picking up my new car tomorrow, so I'm not messing with the curfew." I
shrug again, but don't push it because a new car rules. But, one in the
morning, get real! I've been wearing Ryan's dog collar all evening and not
one person commented on it, as far as I could tell nobody even noticed
it. Kinda disappointing, ya know? Ryan bought the dog collar a couple of
years ago because he was instructed to do so by one of his dominant sex
partners. He wore it for that guy and I'm wearing it for Ryan, but the
thing is, it looks similar to a man's leather necklace, which is probably
why it hasn't come to anyone's attention. Ryan purposely bought this
particular dog collar because it looks the most like a necklace of any he
could find, except it buckles in the back and no necklace I'm aware of does
that. I'm wearing it to work tomorrow and it'll be interesting to see if
anyone notices it. Someone eventually has to realize it's a dog
collar. Ballsy of me to wear the damn thing, but Ryan asked me to and I
feel like being a little wild, so I'll wear it and see what happens. Before
dinner Ryan and I had this big discussion about sub/dom play which he
claims he can take it or leave it now.  And he's referring to him being
dominant; he's got no interest in being submissive whatsoever... that ship
has sailed. I'm still liking the game though so we'll do some, but Ryan's
cutting back on the blatant dominance like he used to use on me because he
doesn't want to hurt me. I've got absolutely no problem with that because
you don't need to hurt someone physically to be dominant. Ryan inferred
he's outgrown the submissive thing and maybe I will some day too, but for
now it's still a blast. It's so cool getting in one of those dreamy
trances.

At my condo Ryan parks carefully at the curb, then says, "Watch the traffic
when you're getting out, Dylan," and he's serious, if you can believe
that. I suck on my lips to keep from laughing or saying something
sarcastic. He looks up and down the sidewalk on his side of the car like
he's worried someone on a bicycle might run him down. The cars whiz by on
my side, but not close to our car. I get out and shut the door. Ryan's
waits for me to walk around the car, then he hits the button on the miracle
key to lock the car, and says, "Take my hand," and we walk up the sidewalk
hand in hand, and then up the steps. I remember being humiliated walking
while holding Willie's hand, but he broke me of that, and now I don't mind
it a bit. It's sexy and demonstrates I'm not ashamed of being gay.
Apparently Ryan doesn't expect anyone he knows to be in this area so
holding my hand is safe for him, his secret is safe for another day. Hell,
I didn't come out of the closet until recently so I can't be too critical
of Ryan's decision to keep his gayness from his parents. As we're going up
the steps he's looking at me, so I ask, "What?" and he says, "Oh,
nothing. I'm just looking at your haircut. It amazes me I was able to give
you such a good haircut. It looks professional." I say, "Yep, it
does. You're what's known as a natural. I was too. Cutting hair seemed
obvious to me, how to do it right, I mean." At the top step, he says,
"Well, I needed to watch you closely while you cut Rob's hair, which I did
this time. The first time I was under the impression cutting hair was easy,
but I discovered it's not." With his free hand he runs his fingers through
the half- inch hairs on top of my head, and that move leads to our faces
coming together for a kiss which turns into a hot, hugging and kissing
exhibition on my front stoop. A couple of horns hooted as cars went by down
below, but no neighbors came by. Why the drivers were looking up here,
instead of the road in front of them, I can't imagine. We finally break the
kiss, both of us breathing hard.  "This is crazy," Ryan mutters, "Is this
normal? We're so hot for each other it seems dangerous somehow." I take a
deep breath, then rub the palm of my hand along the side of his face as we
stare into each other's eyes. Ryan pushes his glasses up his cute nose as I
say, "No, it's a little unusual to have this much heat for each other. It's
not something one runs into every day, but I don't think it's dangerous. I
told you about pheromones before. Smell creates a chemical reaction that
elicits sexual excitement. My body scent might have no effect on one
person, or it might be a strong attraction to a little hottie like
you. Your pheromones have the same effect on me. It's just luck of the draw
to find someone who's attractive to you in a number of ways, and who also
has pheromones that sexually excite you. I think that's what's happening
with us and I'm thrilled about it. Other boy's scents are appealing to me,
but you're is off the charts. It's probably a big factor for us hitting it
off immediately once we spent a little time together." Ryan takes my hand
again, saying, "Yeah, that must be it. Come on, lets go inside and get in
bed." As I'm getting my key out, he adds, "Your personal scent is
definitely a turn on for me, but aren't pheromones mostly associated with
the animal kingdom? I'm sure I learned that in some class in high school."
I go, "Yeah, very prevalent in the animal kingdom, but in certain humans
pheromones can play a big part in sexual attraction too, and apparently
we're two of those humans. I'm no expert though, so who really knows."

Inside we do another long kiss, then Ryan stretches the neck of my
tee-shirt and sucks on my hickey putting me into a mild trance that's not
unlike vampires apparently can do while drinking your blood. Giving hickeys
approximates that, I guess.  When Ryan's sucked on my hickey enough to
satisfy him, he says, "It's not fair of me to deprive you of enjoying being
submissive. I don't want to be that guy; the know it all guy." I say,
"You're not that guy, Ryan, you're just looking out for me and I like
that." He grins, "Yeah, I noticed that about you. Maybe you'll get a bad
case of the flu this winter and I'll need to nurse you back to health." I
go, "Damn, that's reason enough to catch the flu right there." Then I
remember Robby's and my discussion about maybe asking Ryan to join us at
the Royal Crest apartments in the fall. I go, "If we can rent a three
bedroom apartment near Merrimack for our Sophomore year would you be
interested in joining us instead of living at the dorm?" Ryan does his fast
head nod up and down, very excited, "Do you mean it?" I go, Of course I
do." He asks, "What about Rob and Chubby?" I shrug, "It means we each pay a
little less rent, and everyone will go for that, plus Chubby will still
have a room to himself, and you saw Robby earlier today; he's still kinda
has the hot's for you so I'm sure he'll agree." Ryan hugs me, "That would
be fabulous Dylan, we'd get to sleep together, right?" I go, "Sure, but
we'll probably take turns with Rob." "Oh my God, I hope we can find a three
bedroom apartment, I'd love to live with you guys. Like I always say, you
changed my life so much for the better that it's mind boggling." I mumble,
"That's me alright, a life changer for the better. It's my mission in
life." He chuckles, "Well, mission or not, that's what you and Rob have
done for me." We walk into my bedroom where Ryan looks in the mirror over
my bureau admiring his flattop, "This looks cool, don't ya think?" I hug
him from behind and rub my nose in the hairs on top of his head, saying,
"Yeah it does, especially on you. And you smell good too." Even being fully
clothed, just hugging him and smelling him, with my crotch plastered
against his ass, gets my dick to bone up. He feels it, "Ah ha, my
pheromones have captured you again. Do you want to kiss my ass and lick my
asshole?" I ask, "Do you want to do that to me?" He goes, "No, but you can
do it to me if you ask real sweetly, ha ha." I go, "Pretty please can I
lick your asshole and suck your big cock?" He says, "If you're a good boy
for me, you can." I ask, "How can I be a good boy for you?"  and he says,
"You get undressed, except for your dog collar, it's not mine anymore, by
the way... it's yours now and you'll wear it to work. When you get
undressed you suck my big cock into a nice hard boner and I'll fuck your
ass awhile and then you'll undress me and when we get in bed you can kiss
my ass and make love to my asshole, then suck on my boner a little more and
then I'll fuck a hard climax out of you. How's that sound?" I go, "Perfect,
it's the perfect scenario," and I pull off my tee-shirt, kick off sandals,
and pull my pants down, then my underwear; it's actually Ryan's
underwear. Lastly, I step out of my shorts and spread my arm, going, "Ta
da, I'm naked for you, Ryan." He smiles, rubbing his hands over my body,
muttering, "The shaved pubes looks awesome," as he cups my nuts, but
doesn't squeeze. My cock's fairly hard already.

Ryan rubs my chest and down low on my belly giving me shivers. He says,
"You won't like my choice of words, but I'm in charge so I can say them;
you're beautiful, Dylan. Oh sure you're as cute as it's possible for
someone to be, but your face and body are beautiful too. You're like a
piece of exquisite art." I ask, "Do you know what hyperbole is, by any
chance?" He says, "Why yes I do, but that wasn't hyperbole, what I said
were facts: you're my beautiful boyfriend and I'm never letting you get
away from me. How do you like that?" He rubs my shoulders, then his hand
slowly and lightly rub down my torso. He goes down on his knees to put two
hands around my right leg way up at the top of my thigh with his knuckles
against my nuts, and drag his hands down encircling as much of my leg as
his hands can cover. Down my thigh and over my knee to my calf and down to
my ankle leaving my leg tingly. Then the same with the other leg and I feel
the submissive sensation invading my brain like a fog rolling slowing in
from the bay. There's no sound in the room and his touching becomes
hypnotic. He takes my cock in his mouth and sucks it sorta like he kisses
and it's all I can do to keep from moaning. I manage not to because I don't
want to break the silence.  The only thing I hear is the wet mouth sound of
Ryan sucking my cock. He takes it in his throat and when it comes out,
dripping with his pure saliva, it stands straight out from my body
throbbing with a pearl of precum balanced at my pee slit. Then a long
suppressed moan comes from me quietly, "Ooooooooh, mmmmmmm, ooooh, Ryan."
He stands licking his lips, and whispers, "Do what I told you to do now."
Instead I put my arms around his neck with feelings of love for him
overtaking me. My face next to his, inhaling his scent until I'm
dizzy. Finally he quietly says, "I feel the same way about you,
Dylan. Ain't it scary sometimes?" I nod my head that I agree as my cheek
rubs against his. He's hugging me, and after a bit he turns his head and
kisses the side of my face, murmuring, "Do what I told you to do." I
reluctantly take my arms from around his neck and kiss his face here and
there a few times making him grin, then I slowly go down on my knees, in a
pleasant submissive haze, and pull down his zipper, then fish around
through the slit in his boxers, realizing that they're my boxer
underwear. We put on each other's underwear after our sexy three-way
earlier today and that gets me shuddering knowing I wore his underwear all
afternoon and wishing I'd remembered that sooner so I could enjoy the
sexiness of my ass and cock nestled where his privates had been earlier in
the day. Using two fingers I pull his firm cock out, and then his balls,
and put my nose on his scrotum to inhale his musky odor from being confined
in underwear all this time.  His cock's been up my ass twice today already,
but that doesn't bother me. I kiss his cock and then lick all over it, then
his nuts. Finally I suck the head of his cock into my mouth and tongue it
while sucking on it like a lollipop. As Ryan lets air out between his lips
as I feel his cock thickening and getting hard in my mouth. He's constantly
running his fingers across my short burr haircut because he told me he
loves the feel of my hair cut this short. Nothing new there, but why my
boyfriends like my hair so short is another mystery to me.  Willie kept my
hair very short to remind me I'm submissive to him, but Ryan and Robby
haven't given me an explanation other than they like the way it feels.
It's probably as simple as that.

I'm getting precum drools from his cock now. Taking as much of his almost
eight inch cock into my mouth that I can manage, Ryan moans, "Mmmmmm." His
cock is almost eight inches when it's this hard, but a little over seven
inches in a normal state of limpness. Ryan's grunting now, then says,
"That's good, Dylan. Get on all fours now." I do that while stroking my
leaking boner and moaning quietly at the pleasure I got from sucking his
cock; it's so intimate, so personal and so enjoyable I could do it until he
cums in my mouth every time. That might curtail him fucking me so often
though, so I pull off when told to. Ryan lets out the breath he must have
been holding for awhile now, as it's a long exhale.  He's obviously
changing the plan he laid out for me not too long ago. When I'm on all
fours he straddles my legs, bending his, and leans over resting his thin
chest on my back and presses the head of his cock against my asshole, then
humps it inside me with him going, "Ohhh," and me moaning, "Aaaaah." His
hands cup my shoulders and he's steadily pushing his long fat boner up my
ass breathing raspy, quick breaths against the back of my neck; it's so
sexy and hot I shiver and shudder. Lying on my back, his boner way up my
ass, he says in my ear, "I love your ass," then asks, "Who's your favorite
boyfriend of all time?" I squeak out, "You are, Ryan." He kisses the side
of my head, then mumbles, "Remember that no matter who you're with," and
withdraws his long fat boner until the swollen head of his cock is pulling
the lips of my anus outward. I squeeze my sphincter muscle to keep him
inside me as I whimper pathetically, murmuring his name. Or maybe I'm just
saying his name in my head. My sexual arousal is as high as it's ever been
as his thin body squirms on my back while he smoothly pushes his long boner
back up my ass with me letting out a long moan of desire, "Ooooooooh,
ummmmmmm, ahhhh."

Ryan starts fucking me slowly at first, but each thrust and withdrawal is a
little faster than the one before it and the thrusts up my ass are a little
harder each time until my body is rocking on my hands and knees and my
moans never stop, a constant, "Ooh, aaah, mmm, umm, Ryan fuck my ass
harder...." He's grunting now lifting his chest off my back and gripping my
hips to pile-drive his engorged cock back and forth in my rectum making the
slightly wet, slapping sound of his body slamming into my ass, flesh
against flesh, "Smack, smack, smack, smack!" No other sound is like the
sound of boys doing anal sex, it's my favorite sound.  Ryan's groaning now
with each thrust from the effort he's exerting to pound my ass, fucking me
hard, the way I like it. My orgasm builds with the sizzling, buzzing
sensation so large they're overwhelming my brain and reducing me to
desperate moans and whines of intense sexual pleasure; it's like no other
pleasure on earth. My cock has been sticking straight out from my body,
dripping precum from the moment it came out of his throat. It's pulsating
and throbbing with wonderful sensations of delight, and my balls have
become hard tight ball-bearings. They're so packed with cum they need to
empty their loads or burst, and as I buck like a bucking bronco from the
enormous build-up that only a impending climax can produce, my cock spurts
cum. Then relief is accompanied by the otherworldly sexual sensation of
climactic orgasm with cum streaming from my nuts up the shaft of my boner
and out a wide-open pee slit to splash off my bedroom floor spraying my
thighs as I squeal, "Eeeeeeeee," and three more fast moving shots of cum
have my balls dancing in their sack and my boner moving on its own. My body
shudders uncontrollably as my arms bend and my forehead rest on the floor
with me automatically lifting my ass so Ryan can plow downward with his
awesome steel cock.

Ryan, wild with desire now, hammers his boner into my happy rectum with
abandon and making noises of desperation similar to mine three minutes
ago. My orgasm is still vibrating my insides even though my body's
limp. I'm gasping for air, but feeling oh so fine. Ryan grunts, "Tighten
your ass muscles," so I concentrate on that and, with groans like he's in
pain, he slams into me one last time and lays on my back whimpering as he
does short, hard humps filling my ass with his load of cum. It's very
squishy in my rectum, but I continue tightening every muscle in my ass as
long as Ryan continues his little hard humps, then he just lays on me
limply as I slowly lay flat in my cum on the floor, relaxing now and soon
breathing normally while savoring the after-effects of orgasm. Ryan's scent
and the feel of his body are so nice. He quietly moans laying fully on me
coming quickly down off the mountain peak of extreme sexual
pleasure. There's nothing like climaxing, especially for those of us with
freakishly high sex drives. Everyone enjoys climaxing, but some of us are
luckier than others. Two minutes or so and Ryan's breathing regularly
again. He quietly says, "I thought I was going to pass out when my orgasm
hit me, it was an awesome thing. I once thought my orgasms from being
submissive were huge.  Ha, was I ever wrong. They were all I knew at the
time, so I misread them." He lays the side of his face on my shoulder,
giggles, and says, "You screeched like a banshee when you poured your cum
load on the floor. It almost made me laugh and I would have except I was
occupied with fucking you at the time. Nothing beats that." I mutter, "Good
to know you got your priorities straight, and it wasn't a screech, it was a
squeal." He says, "I want to lay on you like this, with my cock snugly up
your ass, for a week." I go, "You'll get no argument from me." He rubs my
hair again, muttering, "What a great haircut," and I chuckle, saying, "It's
only the best home haircut ever given," and he goes, "The best I ever saw
on your head," and I go, "Yes, but can you repeat it? That's the question."
It's funny that he's so taken with his haircutting skill, it's like it's
the surprise of his life. I say, "It's not only the best home haircut I've
ever had, it's the fastest one I ever got too." He asks, "Do I do it too
fast?"  I go, "Don't fix what isn't broken. Do the next one the same way
you did this one." Then a non-sequitur from Ryan, "Do you miss getting
spanked?" I go, "Nope, not that getting spanked bothers me by now; I've
been spanked by you dominant types enough that I'm used to it. I liked
laying across your lap though. You know, like you used to have me do it."
He goes, "Yeah, that was sexy. It gave me a boner spanking you, but you
give me a boner kissing me so we don't need the spankings anymore."

We're quiet for a little while, then Ryan sighs and pulls his cock out of
my ass and rolls off me to lay beside me with his arm across my back. He
asks the same question he asked me earlier. In a quiet voice, he goes,
"Who's your favorite boyfriend of all time, Dylan?" I go, "You are, Ryan, I
already told you that."  He says, "Yeah, but I like hearing you say it. I
can't hardly believe it, but it's magical music to my ears just the same."
I ask, "Who's your favorite boyfriend?" He say, "Rob, of course," then he
laughs, adding, "It's you, silly.  I love you a stupid amount. I'm totally
infatuated with you. I love every single thing about you and I'd do
anything for you." I go, "How 'bout rimming my ass?"  He mumbles,
"Everything except that," and I go, "Ha! So you won't do anything, you'll
do anything that you like doing." He laughs, saying, "That's it exactly,"
and he nuzzles the side of my face giving me a kiss, then sticks his tongue
in my ear licking all around, then fills my ear with spit. He says, "Things
like that is what I like to do with you. Actually, I'd like to eat you up
because you're so cute." I mutter, "Hey, I'm beautiful." He sits up,
saying, "Come on beautiful, let's take a shower together in your tiny
shower stall." I sit up and get my arm around his neck pulling his face
against mine, his eyeglasses all askew, as I ask him, with my lips moving
against his, "Are you dissing my shower stall?" We kiss a long sweet kiss
of love. Then, with his lips moving against mine, he says, "No, I love your
small shower stall because our bodies are always touching in there."
Another kiss, a hot sexy kiss this time causing me to grope my flaccid
dick, which firms up some as the kiss goes on. It leaves us both
breathless, hugging each other, "I love you so much, Dylan." The sides of
our faces move together as I mutter, "Not as much as I love you, Ryan."
Then, taking charge, Ryan stands and, taking my hand to help me up, he
leads me into my bathroom with me wishing he was leading me there by my
dick, like he does at times. I get the shower water just right as I'm
thinking how glad I am I cleaned my bathroom yesterday. Ryan takes off my
dog collar; now it's mine for good. Then we step into the shower stall and
slowly shampoo each other's hair without talking, the only sound is the
water cascading down on us. Like Ryan said, our bodies pretty much are in
constant contact and the longer we go without talking the dreamier it
becomes under the warm water with Ryan's bare hand, the wash cloth in his
other hand, both rubbing over my skin. He washes my body slowly with lots
of nice smelling bath gel. He gives special attention to my ass, balls, and
cock, first using a washcloth and then just his soapy hands to massage my
cock into another boner. It's not a tight one, but it feels real good
anyway. Then, on his knees he washes down my leg and when he tugs gently
upward on my ankle I lift my foot and he washes it with soapy hands. It's
very sexy so maybe Chubby has something with that foot fetish of his. Ryan
washes my other leg and foot the same way, then he strokes my cock some
more with an extra soapy hand getting me blowing air out between my lips
and going up on my toes from the sexy sensations coming from my boner and
others twirling around my groin. When my boner's very hard, Ryan stands and
I wash him like he washed me. When I'm done with that his boner is back to
almost eight inches. He turns me around awkwardly in our tight quarters and
pushes his cock up my ass with me bending my knees so he can get all of it
up inside me. We both quietly moan with the pleasure associated with this
sexual act. We haven't said a word for fifteen minutes, we're clean and
rinsed of soap as the water continues to pour down on us. Ryan wraps his
arms around my stomach and fucks be steadily until the water loses it's
warmth. By then I'm again going up on my toes with each penetration,
quietly murmuring, "Mmmm, aaaah," with every thrust up my ass.

Ryan pulls out his cock with a low moan escaping his throat, takes my cock
in his fist and leads me out of the shower. He turns me around so I can
turn off the faucet, then slides his cock back up my ass. I bend over and
grab the rim of the sink as he grabs my hips and fucks me silently for
another five minutes with the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the
tile bathroom, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," with my "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh,"
echoing along with the skin against skin slapping sounds of anal sex. He
cums first, a small wetness in my rectum.  Feeling that I stroke my cock
and when three small squirts of watery cum shoot out, I make the loudest
sound either of us has heard for a half hour or so, "Aaaaah, ooh, ooh,
mmmmm, ooh yeah, Ryan." He pulls his cock out and I straighten-up and turn
to Ryan, who's red in the face, smiling and breathing hard. He mumbles, "I
gotta do all the work here, ya know." I hug him, unable to speak just
yet. I just want to feel his body against mine. We're partially air-dried
but finish the job drying each other with clean towels. He buckles my dog
collar a little to tightly around my neck, but the thought to complain is
far from my mind. Hand in hand he leads me to my bed and we get in with
Ryan wrapping me in his arms. I start to tell him how good this feels, but
he goes, "Shhhh," so I don't. I'm totally relaxed in his arms, soon used to
the tight dog collar. I'm guessing he put it on me too tightly on purpose
because it keeps me in a submissive, very docile frame of mind; submissive
and docile to Ryan. I snuggle in against him as he adjusts his position
slightly so we're touching with as much of our bodies together as
possible. My head's under his chin; so he moves his head in order to do
little, light, loving kisses on the side of my forehead. I'm so relaxed and
so in love I sigh, then take a deep breath. He moves his nose slowly in my
short hairs, then sighs himself and gives me a tight hug.  We lay like this
for quite sometime before Ryan moves my head so I'm facing him and he
kisses me on the lips gently. We suck on each others mouths slowly as our
tongues moves against each other in a soft slow manner. He does his licks
up the front of my nose with lots of saliva then and I inhale it and cough,
then he does it twice more with Ryan raising his eyebrows indicating I
should inhale again, as I do and swallow his spit. He nods his head
slightly and we go back to cuddling with me smelling all Ryan, nothing else
but Ryan, and I'm loving it.  He's a natural lover doing things just right,
as far as I'm concerned. Someone else might think Ryan does everything
wrong, but it just so happens it's perfect for me. Another coincidence,
although we've been together enough sexually that Ryan's gleaned the things
that work from all the different types of sex, both dominant and lover's
varieties, so it's experience too, not all coincidence.  Whatever the
reasons, it works for me and Ryan. We cuddle doing a soft make-out and
enjoying each other's naked clean bodies for over an hour. Ryan finally
says quietly, "Dylan, I love you and wish we lived together, but since we
don't, I reluctantly need to leave. Please don't make it harder for me to
do that than it already is." I say, "I won't, Ryan. This was a wonderful
day with you. I loved every second of it, and thank you again for my great
haircut and all the other things you did to make me feel so good." He
kisses me, mumbling, "No, it's me who should thank you. No one in my life
has ever made me feel important and loved like you do and I really
appreciate that more than I can say.

He kisses me, then says, "Come on, we'll get up together." Smiling at each
other, that's what we do. Both our cocks are listing to the side, fairly
firm; mine's been like this for the whole hour we cuddled. Ryan puts his
glasses on and from habit pushes them up his little nose as I grin at how
cute he is. Then we get dressed still wearing each other's underwear, and
walk into the living room with an arm around each other's waists. At the
front door, one last kiss, after which he mumbles, "Can't wait to see you
tomorrow. I'll drive over with my new car." I go, "Till then, Ryan, be
cool. I love you." He says, "I know you do and you know I love you. Bye,"
and he's out the door. I watch until he's out of view, then close the door,
take a deep breath and wonder, 'What am I going to do? I love Robby and
Ryan too much to consider giving either one of them up.' But wait, I don't
need to worry about that now, the three of us are okay with our
arrangement. Certainly I don't need to waste any time thinking about it now
or tomorrow, and maybe I'll never need to. Robby and Ryan are so different,
but both fulfill my every need where love and sex is concerned, and it's
fun being with both of them, too. Friends and lovers, that's what we are. I
gotta wonder if I'm emulating Ryan again because I don't think I'm
interested in side sex, nobody other than Rob and Ryan. Hmmm, I'll bet it's
Rob who's Ryan's side sex, as I'm definitely his main boyfriend. I just
know that. What I'm not sure of is who's my main boyfriend. For now I'll
say they're both my main boyfriend although that sorta side-steps the
concept of a main boyfriend and side sex, but I don't care.

I get a Coke and drink it on the balcony smoking a cigarette and thinking
about Ryan. He and I are seemingly perfect for each other, but then that's
what Robby and I say about him and me. We feel we're perfect for each
other, too. Then I wonder how Robby and Travis' date tonight turned
out. It's quarter to one in the morning, but I text Robby,'Hi
boyfriend. Hope you had a good time tonight. Come over for brunch
tomorrow. Love, Dylan' It makes me feel good that I sent that text and
maybe that's because I'm experiencing a tiny guilty conscience professing
undying love to Ryan. Gee, touching my dog collar, I wonder how deeply
committed to Ryan I actually am. I'd say it's pretty damn deep alright, but
it's how I really feel so no sense trying to fooling myself about
that. It's very serious the way Ryan and I are committed to each other so I
can't take that lightly. It's spectacular being in love with two boys, but
it's not without its problems. So far the problems are just in my head and
not affecting Ryan or Robby. Hmmm, there's no way Robby loves Ryan nearly
as much as I do, and the same for the way Ryan loves Rob, compared to his
love for me. So, I'm the only one of us three with this dicey
problem. Those two concentrate their main love affair with me and that puts
me squarely in the middle of the problem, if it is a problem. Sure it's a
problem, but not for now. I told myself that five minutes ago, fer
chrissakes! So why am I still pondering it? Jeez, Dylan, lighten up! Since
I'm on the balcony alone I try flicking my cigarette expecting a perfect
flick since no one's here to see it, but it comes backward off my
tee-shirt. I laugh at myself and kick the butt over the balcony and go in
to get undressed for bed. After brushing my teeth and then taking a pee, I
put on pajama bottoms and get in bed to smell my pillow. Yep, there's
Ryan's distinctive scent. That's awesome! I fall asleep pretty fast, with a
smile on my lips. What a fabulous day this Saturday turned out to be.

It's ten o'clock Sunday morning when I open my eyes and see sunlight
shining in through my bedroom window. Rolling over in bed, I pick up my
cell phone to check for texts. One from Chubby: 'Bro, see you about eleven
o'clock to get stuff for brunch. Your little brother, Chubby' and one from
Connor early this morning:'Miss you, Dylan. Hope you're having a good
summer.  Dodger and me are homesick, but hangin' in there. You know I love
ya, right?  Connor' That's sweet. One from Dodger: 'No need to ask if you
miss me 'cause obviously you do. Pls call Vinnie about his haircut. He's
shy about calling you. I get leave in less than seven weeks so hold on and
I'll take care of you then. Luv ya, Dodger' What a hot shit. Hope I can get
everyone to see their way through to letting me and soldier boy get it
on. There's one from Robby too: 'Dylan, I got your text this morning. Was
in my bed sleeping when you sent it last night. Love to have brunch with my
boyfriend, I'll be there. Love, Robby."
 Man, I can't let Robby down, I love that boy! And one from my other
boyfriend: 'Dylan, on my way with dad to get my Mini. Last night was
perfect, like you. I'll text you when I'm home. I love you, Ryan.'
 I can't let him down either! Damn, this is both a beautiful situation I'm
in and a very confusing one as well. I'll think of something though,
somehow. I text Vinnie: 'Vinnie, you're due for a haircut. Don't even think
about anyone touching your hair but me. Any kind of haircut you want,
too. Text me back. Your friend, Dylan.' Gotta keep Dodger happy. Okay, time
to get out of bed, but first I smell my pillow again and get disappointed
that Ryan's scent has flown the coop. I do my bathroom stuff, then get
dressed and skip up to Chubby's condo directly above ours.

Letting myself in with the spare key in their mailbox (no one would ever
think to look there), I walk into Chubby's bedroom and hear his
shower. Snooping around his bureau I see his wallet and look inside. Jesus,
he's got about two hundred dollars in twenty dollar bills. They must be
burning a hole in his pocket. What I'm looking for is the picture of our
dad that Chubby always carries with him.  Ooops, a packet with a condom
drops out, hee hee. Good, he better use a condom going up a vagina, who
knows what germs are brewing up there. Ah, here's our dad's picture. Man,
does he look young! He's cute, too. I wonder what he'd have looked like
nineteen years later? Hmm, he'd be thirty-six years old. Man, dying at age
seventeen, what an unfair bitch that is and I get tears in my eyes thinking
about that, 'cuz I'm too emotional. Look at that cute grin on dad's face
and he's got Chubby's and my hairline, straight across our foreheads... or,
rather, we have his hairline, that would be more accurate. That's Chubby's
and my nose too; I knew it!  Still, I gotta admit with his skin tone I
guess Chubby does look more like dad than me. My mom's real cute and she
has light coloring so her genes contributed to how I look, which I'm happy
to say many boys think is uber cute. I never thought about it until I
realized I was gay, but since then my looks have come in handy. I look up
from the picture to the mirror over Chubby's bureau.  Hmmm, if I'm honest
about it, I gotta agree with my boyfriends. Running my fingers over my
short burr haircut, I'm thinking, 'I guess it does make me look a little
tough', this short haircut I mean. A little tough look to go with my cute
features... thanks mom and dad. Staring at the picture again I wonder what
it would have been like to have a father. And that's not to say my mom
hasn't been a wonderful caring mom because she has. She's awesome. Still,
it would have been cool having a cool dad like he was. Both Tris and mom
say he was soooo cool and he looks like it, too. The shower turns off so I
put the condom and the picture back where they were and drop Chubby's
wallet in the clutter on top of his bureau and saunter over to sit in his
desk chair. Hope Chubby comes out naked, hee hee. Wait a minute, I just got
a nefarious idea. Sliding under his bed, I wait my chance to scare the shit
out of him. Chubby comes out with a towel around his neck, but bare assed
except for that. He's brushing his burr haircut back getting it to stand
up. He turns on his CD player and I hear 'The Counting Crows' singing,
'Round Here' from their CD titled, 'August and Everything After'. Lead
singer and song writer Adam Duritz is so awesome. Their songs are a kind of
mellow slow emotional rock, although they can really rock out, too.  Lots
of words in his songs, not like some rock groups who repeat the same catch
phrase over and over and over, it's so boring. This CD's been out for seven
or eight years which is how long I've liked it. Chubby starts singing with
the song when Adam sings, 'Round here nobody makes us wait, round here we
stay up very, very, very, very, very late,' but Chubby sings one too many
'very' throwing him off and he mumbles, "Fuck, it's five 'verys' not six. I
bite my knuckle to keep from laughing. Chubby walks around trying to find
some clean clothes to wear. I did our wash a week ago, but Chubby's not as
conscientious with that as I am. He plays with his four-plus inch cock,
muttering something before choosing shorts and a T-shirt, and then comes
over to his unmade bed to put them on. I reach out and grab his ankle
yelling real loud and Chubby shrieks a high-pitched shriek that has me in
hysterical laughter as he yells, "Big brothers do not scare their little
brothers shitless!" I can't stop laughing and he reaches under and drags me
out from under the bed by my ankles giggling himself, saying, "You will not
talk about this little incident to anyone. That shriek is my secret!" I try
catching my breath, then ask, "When was the last time you dusted under your
bed?" He goes, "I do it every Labor Day in honor of hard labor, why?"

Standing up I'm brushing the dust off my clothes while Chubby's saying,
"Guess who gets the last laugh, dusty?" I go, "Gawd, look at these dust
bunnies!" He rubs my hair, asking, "Did you go to the barbers?" I go,
"Certainly not, I'm not paying nineteen dollars for a haircut that will
suck when it's done." He says, "No way Robby gave you that haircut, it
looks as good as mine." I say, "I wouldn't go that far, but Ryan cut my
hair and he did a good job for once." Chubby looks surprised, mumbling,
"Ah, your other boyfriend. Is that still working out?" I go, "Of course,
we're mature so we know about compromise." He looks at my dog collar, "What
the hell are you wearing around your neck, Dylan?" I go, "What do you
think? It's a dog collar of course." He's like, "A dog collar? It looks
like a leather necklace. Is that leather?" I say, "Yeah, it's real
soft. Maybe I'll get a pendant to hang off it, sorta like a dog's tag with
my name and address in case I get lost, ya know?" Chubby laughs, "You're
such an original, you make me laugh. I guess it's kinda cool looking at
that, but it looks too tight." I go, "That's because it's more stylish that
way, it's a statement that I'm an individual." Chubby goes, "Uh huh. What
are we gonna do about brunch?" I ask, "Aren't you going to put some clothes
on first?" Chubby's like, "I was giving my big brother a thrill, but I'll
get dressed now." I'm still brushing dust bunnies from my clothes, as I
ask, "Where's my hug?" Naked, he comes right over to give me a hug. I give
his cheek a sloppy kiss, mumbling, "That's better," then I tell him,
"Robby's joining us again for brunch." Chubby says, "Great, but what should
we fix?" I say, "Let's check our refrigerators." When he's dressed we look
in his refrigerator and find a dozen eggs and sliced Virginia ham. "That's
left over from the ham and cheese sandwiches I made for our lunch." I ask,
"You got cheese?" He says, "Yeah, but it's Swiss," and I'm like, "Scramble
the eggs and we'll cut up this ham and cheese to mix in. We need English
muffins and home fries."  Chubby doesn't have potatoes so we check my
refrigerator and find red bliss potatoes and a red onion. Chubby says, "We
still need cinnamon buns," and I go, "Yeah, they make the kitchen smell
good. Let's go get the Pillsbury ones that we bake, and a honeydew melon
with strawberries." He says, "Trying to impress your boyfriend by any
chance?" I go, "Yep, and my little brother too." We drive to Stop & Shop
and get what we need, adding blueberries that we'll include with the cut-up
melon and strawberries, mostly for color.  Chubby insists on paying.

When we get back Robby's sitting on my front stoop. I ask, "Ya been here
long, Robby?"  and we do a hello kiss, which Chubby doesn't even bother to
respond to any more,as Robby and me kissing has become normal accepted
behavior. He says, "No, maybe five minutes. I didn't want to ring your bell
because I saw the Jeep was gone and didn't want to wake your mom." I rub
his shoulder grinning at him, muttering, "You're so nice, Robby," and I
kiss him again. Chubby asks, "Your condo or mine?" I answer, "I guess yours
because you have the coffee maker," and we go up the steps to Chubby's
condo with Robby and me bumping into each other and him squeezing the back
of my neck affectionately. Robby looks so bright and cute today. I want to
ask how it went with Travis last night, but of course I don't. We prepare
the food with Robby mostly just watching. Everyone's chatty and in a good
mood. We decide to drive to Pawtucket, Rhode Island after brunch to use
free tickets Chubby has to see a Paw Sox game. Chubby saw them play a
couple of weeks ago and said it was fun. It's a sunny day and perfect for
baseball. I text Ryan: 'Ya wanna see the Paw Sox play this afternoon? Rob,
Chubby, and me are going.'  No immediate reply. Both moms magically show up
just as the scrambled eggs, ham, cheese, with a little onion, are going in
the frying pan. The kitchen smells awesome because of the baked cinnamon
buns.  My mom gives me a hug and a kiss, then says, "I like your new
necklace, honey.  Is it suppose to look like a dog collar?" I say, "Yeah,
cool isn't it?" Tris says, "It's very unusual, Dylan, but you're always
styling something new." I go, "Yeah, I try to stay up with the latest cool
trends." Robby asks, "Dog collar necklaces are the latest?" I mutter, "I'm
starting the trend actually." Both moms make a fuss over Robby as I'm
realizing that a lot of people, of all ages apparently, are unaware of the
sub/dom dynamic. Tris asks Chubby, "Jeffrey, why don't you have a dog
collar necklace?" He goes, "This is the first I've heard of it, and you
know my philosophy: give me ambiguity or give me something else."  The moms
exchange glances, then chuckle with my mom saying, "That clears it up for
us, Chubby." The brunch is awesome and the hash brown potatoes that Chubby
decided on finally, are the main hit, along with the cinnamon buns, of
course.  Coffee and pink grapefruit juice complete the brunch. Afterwards
the moms clean up and us boys go down to my condo and out on the balcony
for cigarettes.

A text come in as I'm lighting my cigarette. I check my iPhone: 'Dylan, I'm
on my way over. I'll drive to the game. Love Ryan.' So I tell the guys
Ryan's coming too and that he got a new car. Robby says, "Oh yeah, did he
get the Mini Cooper convertible?" I confirm that he did and that he wants
to drive to the game, so Chubby goes, "A Mini Cooper? That's cool, but can
four people fit in that thing?" I'm like, "It has a back seat, but it's
tight and, um, Ryan is kinda a cautious driver. That's just an FYI, if he
drives." Robby says, "There's nothing wrong with being cautious, not with
the nutty drivers we have around here." Chubby exhales some smoke,
muttering, "Tight back seat, cautious driver, whatever, I'm happy not to
drive." So it's settled. About twenty minutes later, Ryan calls my cell to
say he and his new car are at the curb so I grab my sunglasses, Chubby gets
his, Robby grumbles that he forgot to bring sunglasses, and we all go out
to inspect the new car. Ryan and I kiss hello, then Rob and Ryan do the
same without comment from Chubby, as he's enthralled with the car. It's
more awesome than I expected: pepper white exterior with polar beige
interior, that looks like pale gray to me. Cool dashboard with the gear
shift between the front bucket seats. Nobody's getting laid in this car
though and that's because it's too small, but it's a beauty. We compliment
Ryan, calling him lucky to have rich parents. He's blushing agreeing with
us. He says, "My dad says it's an early present for graduating college."
Chubby mutters, "I'll say it's early." We flip coins to see who gets to
ride shotgun and Robby wins, so Chubby and I squeeze in my back. Not much
leg room back here, but the front bucket seats look very comfortable. We
drive first to an ATM machine so Robby can get twenty bucks. Ryan gets out
with him and when they come back they're both chuckling. Ryan tells Chubby
and me: "Oh my God, the guy in front of us at the ATM asked Rob and me if
we'd help him. He can't get his card to work. We tried it, but nothing
happened and then Rob tries his card and it worked. The old guy told us
he's been having trouble with the card so he rubbed the strip on the back
of the card with a magnet and now the card won't work at all. Chubby goes,
"Yeah, and that guy's vote counts just like a brainiac's vote."

As we pull away from the ATM I ask Chubby, "What did you mean by that thing
about a brainiac?" Chubby says, "That strip is made up of magnetic
particles; a magnet scrambles them, brainiac." I go, "I knew that." Ryan
turns an hour's drive into a somewhat longer experience, but no one
complains because riding in a convertible on a summer day with the sun out
and the temperature in the low eighties is way cool. There's a line to get
in McCoy stadium and in front of us are two cops in street clothes. We know
they're cops from hearing them exchange weird experiences. One cop laughs
and tells the other about this great spot he found for a speed trap, but
every car passing by was doing the speed limit. He felt this was impossible
so he called for another cop who drove the route and found a teenager
situated a hundred yards before the speed trap with a big sign that read,
'SPEED TRAP AHEAD' and another teenager is a hundred yards further up from
the speed trap with another sign. This one read, 'TIPS APPRECIATED' with a
bucket full of dollar bills in front of him. Us guys are doing fist bumps
in honor of the teenagers, and to their credit the cops thought it was
funny too.  Inside the stadium we're standing in line for hotdogs with a
young kid bitching that he wants cotton candy. The father's calmly saying
things like, "Don't yell, Albert," "Be cool, Albert," "Don't ruin the day,
Albert," and stuff like that.  The lady in the line next to the man with
the pain-in-the-ass kid, says, "I'm impressed you're being so patient with
Albert." The man points at the kid, and goes, "He's Danny, I'm Albert," and
he laughs along with the lady. Chubby gives me a look, then rolls his
eyes. McCoy stadium is small compared to Fenway Park, with only a little
over ten thousand seats, but every seat has a good view of the field which
you can't say about Fenway. Fenway's celebrating it's one hundredth
anniversary and most of the seats are small with some behind poles. Hard to
believe but true, as they're called obstructed view seats. We have a good
time at the ballpark with lots of laughs compliments of Chubby's distorted
view of the world, and Ryan naive counter-view. The Paw Sox win, but we
leave before the ninth to beat the crowd. Nothing bad happens during the
drive back. We split-up back at the condos so Robby and Ryan can get home
for their familes' Sunday dinner. Robby tells me, "I'll pick you up at
seven-thirty, Dylan. Does that work for you?" I adjust my junk, saying,
"Absolutely, Robby, see you then." Ryan frowns, but doesn't comment. The
threesome exchanges little kisses goodbye and then Chubby and I go to my
condo to make dinner for the moms and us. On my mind is Robby's and my date
tonight... oh boy.

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

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