Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2013 06:11:08 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO    Chapter  2   by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

				Chapter   2

			    by  Donny  Mumford


Robby and I are in his pickup all alone on a Sunday night. We're parked
behind the refreshment stand at the middle school we attended long
ago. While we didn't know each other back then, we sure know each other
now. We left Ryan twenty minutes ago; the three of us were at the mall
killing time, just being together. Robby and his twin boyfriends like being
together and we also like pairing off for sexual escapades, which even I
think is a bizarre set of circumstances, although it's the situation we
find ourselves in. Ryan and I are madly in love and deeply into each
other's heat, and earlier today we had wild sex with Ryan being dominant,
and then we followed that with lover's sex; the second was better than the
first. Robby and Ryan are in love too, but to a lesser temperature. The
heat between Robby and me is pretty much the same temperature as Ryan's and
mine, sexually speaking, but Robby and I have been in love like forever, so
our love is deeper than Ryan's and mine. As a matter of fact, Robby and me
are more in love now than ever before; it's a love that seems to grow and
grow. Due to these various factors I find myself in a volcano of sexual
heat... and in love with two boys at the same time. That's not a complaint,
by the way. My situation currently, where love and sex are concerned, is
both awesome and troubling in equal parts. I love it, but someone's going
to be hurt in the end and that's the troubling part. One of the three of us
is going to be the odd man out and I don't want it to be any of us. This is
nothing like the dilemma I thought I had almost a year ago when I was
trying to figure out whether Willie or Robby was my true love, though I
think I always knew it was Robby. Willie's main attraction was his dominant
sex, where Robby's main attribute was, and is, love... and love conquers
all. Now, however, I find myself involved with Ryan who has a caring form
of dominant sex anda sweet personality as well. Willie's always been
narcissistic and his dominant sex is intended to pleasure himself, while
Ryan is interested in pleasuring me; his own enjoyment is secondary. Ryan's
natural self deprecating, sweet personality is extremely likable; there's
not a narcissistic cell in his body or brain. That coupled with his
dominant sex made me fall in love with him. It doesn't hurt that he's as
cute and cuddly as a puppy, so bye bye Willie. Robby and I, on the other
hand, have a long history together and while he's not real good with
dominant sex, he's an awesome boy who I love to death and hurting him would
hurt me just as much; hurting him is simply not an option. Robby has become
damn good with his version of sex and I'm totally hot for him too. And, I
have no idea what to do about any of this.

Robby looks over at me and sees I'm staring at him. He smiles his warm
beautiful smile, and asks, "What?" I go, "Oh, nothing. I like looking at
you, that's all." "What are you thinking, Dylan?" I say, "Um, I'm thinking
you need to be yourself, but I liked it when you took charge at the
mall. That's all I was thinking, plus how much I love you." He goes, "I
love you more than you love me, ya know," and I smile, muttering, "Yeah,
you've mentioned that once or twice before." He chuckles, "It's true,
that's why I may have mentioned it before. Anyway, how'd I take charge at
the mall? I didn't do anything." I go, "Yeah, you did. You told us twins
we're getting haircuts Saturday, and that you want your twin boyfriends to
have burr haircuts all summer. I liked that. It excites me when you're in
charge, but I'm in love with you any way you choose to be." Robby says,
"Well, what I like is you saying things like that. Yeah, I guess telling
you and Ryan what kind of haircut you need to have was kind of bossy of me,
but it's a carryover from me trying to be dominant in order to please you."
I laugh, "So it's my fault, huh? I don't care, when you take charge it's
sexy to me, but I'm gonna love you one way or the other, bossy or not."
Robby runs his fingers through my hair, saying, "It's just that I brought
the three of us together so I feel responsible for you and Ryan being
happy, and I don't know, you both kinda look up to me so I fall into the
bossy role sometimes. I'm sorry." I go, "Oh no, don't be sorry 'cause Ryan
and I like it. Hell, Ryan thinks you walk on water and I like you being in
charge; it makes my dick tingle." Robby chuckles, "You're something," and I
say, "Yep, I am, but ya gotta be yourself and I know that now." He says,
"Well, ha ha, now I like being a little bossy to you two. Not like I was
the past few months, but like at the mall with little things. You know damn
well if you tell me something's out of bounds I'm going to agree with
you. I know that, even if Ryan doesn't, it's you who rules the roost." I
go, "That's not true, it's you," and Robby goes, "No, it's you," and we do
that a couple of times, chuckling. Then we're in each other's arms kissing
and I'm in Robby's world now. Our lips and tongues can't suck and kiss
together enough as my cock gets so hard it scares me. As far as I'm
concerned Ryan and Robby are separate and special in their own way; it's
like two completely different sexual and emotional experiences even though
we do many of the same things in our sexual love making. That's a
contradiction I guess, and I can't explain it, but it's very different for
me with both of them; different and very special. With Ryan it's new, and
with Robby it's familiar and totally wonderful. It's true love with Robby
and he's hotter sexually than ever before, and getting hotter by the day. I
want to lick, kiss, and feel every inch of him. His scent is very different
than Ryan's, but at least as sexy and probably even sexier than
Ryan's. There's no way I can ever get enough of Robby which is why I began
the submissive licking of his feet and legs and deep rimming of his
asshole. I'd like to absorb Robby into me so we're one and can be together
every second of the day. It's a love that's so intense it makes me dizzy,
but in a sexy excellent way. Dizzy with love and sexual desire.

After an intense five minute make-out, Robby breaks the kiss, panting,
"Scoot over, Dylan, I keep banging into the steering wheel with my elbow."
When we're on the passenger side of the bench seat, Robby goes, "Get down
on the floor between my legs." I'm not sure if he knows he's taking the
lead or if it comes naturally after doing it as an act for most of the last
three months, either way it's cool. I get on my knees between his legs and
pull his sweatpants down to his ankles, Robby lifting his ass off the seat
assisting me doing that. I spread his knees with a hand on each one and
lean my face to his groin inhaling the strong Robby aroma there. Then
looking up at him, I ask, "When can I shave your pubes, Robby?" He takes a
deep breath, "Remember a couple of weeks ago I mentioned Ryan and I are
gonna shave each other?" I go, "Oh yeah, I do. Can I take part in that?" He
goes, "Of course, you don't need my permission. How 'bout we take care of
that Saturday after I give you twins a haircut?" I go, "That'll work if we
do it after my mom leaves for the restaurant." Robby takes another deep
breath, apparently he's turned-on, too. He says, "Good, and you need to
give me a haircut too." Then slipping into his take-charge role, he adds,
"I might even allow a little three-way with you two, but only I get to fuck
Ryan. Okay?" I go, "Awesome!" It's cool that Robby's retained some of his
dominant mannerisms. Now he slips into it occasionally, probably
unconsciously so it's become natural for him. He doesn't overdo it and he's
back to asking if it's 'okay' after telling me what we're going to do. It's
perfect!  So that's another good thing that came out of the somewhat
awkward situation I created by trying to get Robby be someone he's not. He
thinks he created this threesome but it's me who inadvertently is
responsible for it. And damn, we all lucked out in the end. For now anyway,
things have a way of changing unexpectedly so who knows how long it'll be
the 'Good Ship Lollipop'? I lick Robby's rather hard four-inch cock a few
times and he scrunches towards me on the seat exposing his asshole, for
obvious reasons. I move his cock and balls to the side and lean in to lick
his ass crack from his anus to the back of his balls. Robby's always clean
down here. When I do it a second time Robby lets out a quiet moan and the
lips of his anus quiver. Putting the flat part of my tongue on it and
moving my head, squishing my tongue on his anus gets Robby squirming on the
seat... a long hissing sound between his lips as his hands go to my head
holding me there. Now I lap against his asshole quickly and he goes,
"Ooooh, gawd," as the tip of my tongue enters his body. Darting my tongue
in and out of his anus I'm able to get inside about three-quarters of an
inch. I feel his cock against my fingers boning-up even tighter. Sliding my
tongue from his anus to the back of his scrotum and up it, then down the
front, passing his boner and up through his pubic hairs to his belly
button. Robby's pulling his shirt up giving me access. After filling his
'innie' belly button with saliva, I lick back down to take the head of his
cock in my mouth to suck and lick. Precum rolls out onto my tongue as Robby
goes back to the hissing, whizzing sound through his teeth. I suck in most
of his four inch boner, licking and sucking on it as precum drools in my
pants. Love sucking a cute boy's dick.

Robby grunts, "I'm going to cum, Dylan," so I take his cock from my mouth
and try to talk, but gasping sounds come out at first. Groping my hard
cock, I manage to say, "Fuck me, Robby." He gulps, then sputters, "Um, take
your pants off and sit on my cock." Standing up as much as I can, pulling
my pants down and struggling to get them past my sneakers I fall into
Robby. He wraps his arms around me, saying in my ear, "Oh God, I adore
everything about you you, Dylan." We kiss for a minute, then I sit my bare
ass on the seat next to Robby and he helps me get my pants off. Then I get
a foot on either side of Robby's legs, facing him as he's holding me so I
don't fall, then I sit on my calves, one of my knees on either side of his
ass with our boners between us, and catch my breath. Robby's rubbing my
body with the palms of both hands murmuring, "You're body's so perfect and
feels so smooth and satiny." I take a deep breath, "Yours too, Rob," and we
smile at each other. He says, "You twins are so much alike. It gives me
goosebumps just thinking what the three of us have accomplished together."
I say, "You led us, Robby. That's why it's working so well; Ryan and I try
to be worthy of you." He laughs, "You're my favorite con artist, but I'm
going to pretend I believe you. Kiss me," and I do with Robby's arms around
my neck. I'm leaning into him feeling precum from both our boners on my
belly. Done the long wet sloppy kiss, Robby gasps out, "Sit on my cock and
be worthy of me," he's smiling, and Robby has the best smile. I go, "You're
the cutest boy ever, Robby," and kiss him again. Then I lift up on my
knees, reach behind me to guide his wet boner head to my asshole and sit
down just enough that his cock head enters me. We do a duet of, "Aaaaah,
oooh, yeah," and I sit down another couple of inches looking into Robby's
eyes. He's holding me with a hand on each side of me, a thumb near each of
my nipples.  Strong athletic hands that feel good. Taking a deep breath,
Robby says, "All the way down now, Dylan," and I sit on his thighs with his
cock up my ass, closing my eyes to embrace the sensations inside me and I
do a long sigh of pleasure. Robby caresses the sides of my face with the
palms of his hands, saying, "You're the one who's cute. You're the cutest
boy either of us has ever laid eyes on, surely you can see that." I gulp,
and lift up, mumbling, "If you say so, Robby, you're the boss." He goes,
"Ha, if you say so, Dylan," and I begin riding his boner and our random
chit chat is replaced with moans of pleasure. The suction in my asshole as
I pump up and down on Robby's cock feels different doing it this way
compared to Robby thrusting back and forth with his cock in a normal
fuck. After four or five minutes my legs are getting tired when Robby
closes his eyes going, "Um, um, um ohh, ahhh," and cum gushes up my ass as
his hips thrusts wildly. I've had two orgasms earlier today so I'm not
ready to cum yet and keep riding his cock no matter how tired my legs
are. I'm riding his boner that's slushing in his cum as he trashes around
on the seat in the throes of orgasmic pleasure. His four-inch boner pops
out of me with a particularly violent hump from Robby. He's red in the
face, gasping, "Let me suck your cock, Dylan," so I raise up on my knees as
Robby leans down and does a great job of sucking me off. Balancing my self
by holding onto his shoulders, Robby licks and sucks on my cock and in
about a minute my balls erupt with what feels like a gigantic orgasm, but
is actually just a couple of spurts that Robby swallows. I can't speak as
the sensations buzz around my nuts and lower belly, my shoulders doing
their familiar shudder, then my shoulders shudder again as the sensations
begin to retreat. Robby sucks on my cock for another minute and then I plop
down on the seat next to him stroking my cock as he absently strokes his,
his head laying back on the seat.

Shortly he turns his head to me with a grin on his lips, "You and your twin
managed to drain your nuts pretty good this afternoon." I blush as he adds,
"That wasn't one of the orgasms I'm used to getting out of you." I say,
seriously, and I mean it when I say it, "If you tell me not to have sex
with Ryan, I'll never do it with him again." Robby says, "That really is
the sweetest thing to say, Dylan, but I'm good following your plan for the
summer. Like we agreed, we'll evaluate things in the fall." I mutter, "It's
your plan too, Rob, not just mine," realizing I said 'Rob' again, and I
didn't do it on purpose either. It's Ryan's influence on me without him or
me being aware of it. It shows in more ways than one. That's not a bad
thing because Ryan's basically a good influence on me, not a bad one at
all. "Give me a kiss," Robby says, and we hug and kiss for five minutes or
so. Then I say, "I already miss sleeping with you, Robby. How we going to
sleep together before next semester at Merrimack?" He says, "Funny you
should ask that because I was thinking about that very thing earlier today,
and I got an idea: overnight trips on the weekends." Hmmm, that'll be
pretty obvious since we just came out to our parents. A tad awkward, and
it'd mean I'd miss Sunday brunch, which is a tradition with my extended
family. I go, "Wouldn't it be kinda obvious? You know, to our parents." He
says, "Yep, so we should only do it once in awhile. Like were going to the
Cape or something. We can get some of the other guys to go with us to
lessen the obviousness." "That could work, Robby. Yeah, that's something to
look forward to, but what about Ryan?" We've having this discussion with
the side of my face on Robby's chest, the top of my head touching his chin,
which I feel moving when he talks. "That's the problem I came up with
too. I don't want to exclude him. So I was thinking one weekend with you
and the next with Ryan while you share a room with Chubby or whoever else
we get to go to the Cape with us. Whaddaya think about that?" I go, "I can
already feel the jealousy on your weekend with Ryan, but it's only
fair. Let's talk with Ryan about it and work out the details. It certainly
won't be for a few weeks anyway, so we have time to fine tune your
excellent idea." He kisses me on the top of my head, asking, "Are you on a
mission to make me feel good all the time?" I say, "Yes, that's it
exactly," and I get another kiss and, "I love you, Dylan." Then we have a
smooth lover's make out that gets both of us quietly making sounds of love
and lust. It's an awesome time together in Robby's pickup truck, one in a
long line of awesome times in this truck. After awhile I struggle to get my
pants on and Robby pulls his up, saying, "There's one more cum stain or
this sex machine," pointing at the spot I was sitting at. Robby's cum
drooled out of my ass and stained the seat. I go, "Don't ever have a girl
passenger in this pickup or one of us is gonna be a daddy." He laughs,
"Yeah, either you, me or your twin. Ryan's added his share of cum to this
seat too." That comment would have pissed me off a few weeks ago, but it's
perfectly fine with me now. We're a threesome for real and I like it just
fine.

Robby drives me home while we talk about us, seeing who can compliment the
other the most. A mutual admiration society, that's Robby and me. Parked at
the curb below my condo, Robby says, "We need a kiss goodbye. It doesn't
matter who sees us kissing now." Undoing my seatbelt, I lean over for a
nice kiss from my boyfriend. I go, "Um, Robby, you can tell how much I love
you, right?" He says, "More then ever, why?" I take a deep breath and say,
"I need to be honest with you... ah, my twin and I are in love, and we're
hot for each other." Then I quickly add, "It's different than the way I
love you and nobody's hotter to me than you, but I just wanted you to know
what we got going here, Rob." He frowns thinking about that, so I add, "I
swear to God I don't want to hurt you by telling you this, it's just that
you deserve to know." He says, "Gee, I didn't know you guys were so serious
about each other, but you both mean so much to me and I need to be happy
for you guys. I'm so happy lately myself it's only fair you two are as
well. But, I'm still surprised that it's so serious." I go, "Your other
twin still thinks you rock and you're our leader, we both love you so much
it's almost stupid, but we do. Don't worry about that 'cause that hasn't
changed a bit. You're number one to me and you're number one to Ryan, but
we're close number twos now, I guess." He rubs my hand affectionately and
hesitantly asks, "What do you think the chances of you two deciding you
don't need me anymore?" I go, "Swear to God, Robby, there's zero chance of
that. I'm dead serious, I'm going to love you and be your boyfriend till I
die, unless you dump me." He goes, "Ha, you never need to worry about
that. I'm infatuated with you and I have been for years. The only reason I
pushed Ryan and my affair in your face was in a desperate attempt to get
you to appreciate me more, and that worked because you're basically the
nicest person I know. But... you know, I found myself falling for Ryan and
I never expected that. Of corse I never expected you to fall for him too,
although now I feel dumb about that. I mean, I fell for him big time, so
why wouldn't you? Isn't he the sweetest kid you ever ran into? So
unassuming he puts himself down all the time. He makes me feel like I'm the
hottest gay stud ever." We're staring into each other's eyes as we talk. I
go, "It's you and me forever, Robby, but maybe we can bring Ryan along for
the ride awhile. That's unless it gets in the way of us two, but we need to
be fair to Ryan too, and I know you are." Robby gives a wry grin, "I
introduced you two hoping to make you jealous, so I guess this is
justice. Anyway, thank you for being honest about everything. I've always
worried I'll lose you, so it's nothing new. If I do anything that annoys
you just tell me and I won't do it anymore, whatever it happens to be." I
go, "Nothing you do annoys me, I love everything about you. I adore you and
look up to you." He's shaking his head slowly, "I don't know what I've done
to deserve you." Lightening things up, I go, "Hey, I could take that two
ways." He goes, "I meant it the good way. One more kiss, I'm late for
dinner." We do a thirty-second kiss, then Robby says, "This is Ryan's
thing, but I'm stealing it," and he licks up the front of my nose, then
says, "A little of my saliva in your sinuses to remember me by. Love you."
I mutter, "Love you more," and he chuckles as I get out. We wave goodbye
and he's gone.

Walking up the steps, my ass sticky with Robby's cum, I feel good. I was
honest with Robby, although I don't believe he took the news as well as he
pretended, so maybe I hurt him. It still far better than blindsiding him. I
told him a while ago Ryan and I were getting kinda serious so this is just
more information in that regard. I was going to do drips and drabs building
up to this, but in hindsight that seemed like it would be worse for Robby,
slow torture. Everything I said to him was honest and from my heart, with a
little hedging when I said that nobody's hotter to me than Robby. I didn't
clarify that Ryan's just as hot. Robby's number one in my book and the same
for Ryan, but I snuck in that we're close number twos because the deciding
line between number one and two is becoming blurry. I know at times Ryan
probably loves me more than he loves Robby and sometimes when I'm with Ryan
I think I love him more too. That's just when we're together though, as
soon as I'm with Robby I'm reminded that in actuality it's him I'm devoted
to and who I love the most. Plus, Robby's and my longevity together counts
for a lot. So I may have hurt Robby temporarily, but I think he felt okay
about things by the time we finished our talk. Good thing I didn't slip and
tell Robby that Ryan does that lick up the front of my nose to me as many
as a half dozen times every time we've been together, and it is a hot
maneuver when done by someone who's hot and who you have the hots for. Done
by a boy in buddy sex might be kinda gross. I text Robby, 'Miss you already
boyfriend. Looking forward to working for you, boss. Love, Dylan.'  Okay,
that makes me feel better, reinforcing my love for him. I hate the thought
of Robby hurting because he doesn't deserve that.

Inside the condo I find my mom's getting ready for a double date. "Tris and
I are double dating twins." she says, adding, "They're too young for us,
but it'll be fun. Chubby's back from his date with Mary Jo and he wants you
to have dinner together." I go, "Good, where's my brother now?" Mom, says,
"It's so cute that you two refer to each other as 'your brother' now." I
go, "It's new to us, the novelty will probably wear off." She kisses my
cheek, saying, "I'm a little late, good luck with your job tomorrow,
honey. I'm so proud of you." "Thanks, mom, have fun," and she's out the
door. I think I'll text my twin. Getting my cell phone out of my pocket, I
wonder, 'How the hell did anyone function before cell phones?' 'Hey,
twin. Today was awesome, see ya tomorrow at work. Love ya, Dylan.' Washing
my face and hands in the bathroom I think of Ryan. Initially Robby was
intrigued with Ryan's sucking in with himand he got the idea he'd use Ryan
to make me jealous, but he quickly got attached to him too and now has a
love of some sort for Ryan, which has done wonders for Ryan's
self-image. Maybe Robby's too. Before he met Robby, Ryan thought of himself
as a nerd and maybe that's why he could put up with mistreatment from his
dominant sex partners when they didn't like him and he didn't like them,
and that's even when he thought he loved them because of the sex. Sorta
like I was with Willie for so long. Ryan's low self-esteem probably was why
he tolerated a different type of mistreatment from the baseball team and
coaches too. They showed him no respect for all he did for them. Jocks can
be bullies. Us teenagers in general are so dumb sometimes. Anyway, I can
see the difference in Ryan now from when I first meant him a few short
months ago. Maybe I helped him too and I hope that's so. Damn, I like that
kid. My cell phone indicates I'm getting a text, no, two of them. Robby's
reads, 'Hi, Dylan. Thanks for our talk and our earlier fun. I love my
boyfriend. It's great being out in the open about us. Love, Rob'' and
Ryan's text message reads, 'Wish you were here right now. Forget about our
cooling off period!!! haha. No, we were good this afternoon keeping it to
two times. You were right. I love you, Dylan." Jeez, I'm psyched! Two boys
who I love, and who love me too. I call Ryan, "Hi Ryan, thanks for your
sweet text, dude." He goes, "Oh Dylan, I thought about you and Rob when you
guys left me at the mall. Did you guys, you know, do it? I've been so
jealous." I say, "Easy, Ryan, don't get upset 'cause I basically had a
heart to heart talk with Rob telling him you and me are in love and we're
hot for each other." He's surprised, "Just like that? What'd he say?" I
say, "Well, I tempered it as much as I could, but I thought he should know
so we're not being deceitful. We love our boyfriend, don't we?" Ryan's
like, "Well, yeah, duh." I go, "So I just wanted to fill you in. Are you
nervous about your first day on the job tomorrow?" He says, "A little, but
I know you'll look out for me. You will look out for me, won't you?" I
assured him I would and we talk about earlier when we were together, and
then we both get mushy. It's a good thing Chubby came in 'cause Ryan and I
were talking ourselves into getting together tonight. Gawd, I got the hots
for him. I tell Ryan, "My brother's here, Ryan, I gotta go. See you in the
morning." He says, "Okay, Dylan, love you," and I mumble, "Me too," and hit
the 'end' button.

Chubby goes, "Awww, that's so sweet. You said, 'me too', at the end. That
can mean only one thing: Robby said he loves you, and because I'm standing
here, you say, 'me too'.  I go, "You're so wrong, that was Ryan and he said
he was nervous about his first day on the job and I said, 'me too'." Chubby
goes, "My brother lies like a rug!" I can't help grinning, mumbling, "I do
not." Chubby squeezes my hand, asking, "What are we gonna do about dinner?
And I need that haircut you mentioned yesterday." I go, "Hey, you're in an
awfully good mood, and that can mean only one thing, but how did ya manage
having sex on a picnic?" He goes, "I'm clever like that. Didn't you ever
hear of sex in a motor vehicle?" I go, "No, I never heard of that! You mean
in a car?" and in my head, I think, 'Or a pickup?' Chubby's like,
"Certainly not a motorcycle," and with fake astonishment, I yell, "Oh no!
Our Jeep's been soiled." He says, "No, McLeary's station wagon's been
soiled, but just a little...heh heh. Shaun McLeary and his girlfriend went
with Mary Jo and I to Cumberland Park for our picnic. After eating he let
me use his station wagon so Mary Jo and I could get a slice of ice cold
watermelon at the farm stand, and we got the watermelon alright, but it was
luke warm by the time we got it back to them. How 'bout dinner?" I go, "You
straight boys are oversexed. Sex in a station wagon, how romantic!" For the
third time, Chubby asks, "What the hell do you want to do about dinner?" I
mutter, "Station wagon sex in the afternoon, you should be ashamed of
yourself." Chubby says, "Yeah, and afterwards I tied the end of the condom
and left it in the glove compartment. How 'bout dinner?" I say, "My brother
needs to treat me to dinner at Ken's Steakhouse." Chubby says, "I'd be
happy to do that except I'm broke, but Ken's it is. Don't forget your
wallet." Smiling at him, I mutter, "You're always broke, but okay I'll buy
us a dinner celebrating our brotherhood status." Chubby gets me in a
headlock, rubbing my hair, saying, "That's so nice of my brother, buying
his little brother dinner... sweet!" I'm like, "Yeah, but you need to kiss
your older brother," and Chubby gives me a nice wet kiss on the side of my
face that lasta half a minute. I hug around his waist, muttering, "Okay,
that nice kiss gets you dessert too." Chubby says, "Love you, bro," and he
lets me loose. The headlock was much closer to a hug than a headlock and
under normal circumstances I'd have sprouted a boner, but my twin fucked me
twice today and my boyfriend fucked me an hour ago, so no boner comes up
from Chubby's bodily contact, although my dick did take notice. I feel
fantastic. When Chubby takes his arm from around my neck I kiss his lips.
He grins, mumbling, "My brother's as gay as May." We're overdoing the
brother references, but it's thrilling to be brothers, so we don't
care. Anyway we keep it between us, mostly. I go, "I've got to wash up and
change my clothes, and so do you." He says, "Yes sir, I always do what my
big brother tells me. Let's meet at the Jeep in ten minutes," and that's
what we do.

Ken's is the perfect place to celebrate being officially brothers because
this is sorta our special place, neither Chubby nor me has ever had dinner
at Ken's with anyone but him and me. I drive while Chubby's chatty about
special times we've had together. He's in a good mood, like I mentioned
already, and strangely it makes me a little jealous because his good mood
is mostly a result of fucking Mary Jo and not because he fucked me. As a
matter of fact, both times he fucked me he wasn't in a good mood afterwards
either time. That's probably because he was mad at himself for giving in to
his true desires for me. Anyway, that's what I hope's the reason. It'd be
so awesome if we could be like Robby and Dodger, brothers who don't think
twice about sharing themselves with each other. A pipe dream I guess, and
what the hell does 'pipe dream' mean anyway? Ken's isn't real busy on this
Sunday night so we get seated right away. The waitress isn't cool like the
one we had the last time we were here. This time it's an older woman who's
no nonsense, asking, "What can I get ya tonight?" Chubby says, "Two whiskey
sours for starters," and I cringe as she asks, "Are both of you
twenty-one?" I stare at the palm of my hand like the answer to that
question is written there. Chubby goes, "Of course," and she says, "I'll be
right back with your drinks," and walks away. Chubby mutters, "Yes, you
will," but she doesn't hear that. I say, "You don't suppose she's actually
going to get those drinks," and Chubby goes, "Sure, why not?" I say, "Well,
for one thing we look like a couple of sixteen year olds and for another
thing she didn't card us." Chubby mutters, "Details, you get bogged down
with details. It's a hundred to one shot, but if you try it enough times
that one in a hundred comes in, to use a racing metaphor." I'm like,
"What?" The older waitress brings our drinks and we place our dinner
orders. She's probably tired and doesn't want to deal with the hassle of
arguing with us. Guess I was too quick to judge her 'cause she's better
than our last waitress, who was funny and said we were cute, but no
drinks. Hey, she thought be were brothers, too! I mention that to Chubby
and he goes, "Yeah, she did think we looked alike. Dude, that's so cool."

I'm not sure if I like the whiskey sour or not. I can taste the whiskey,
which is a strike against the drink, but it's made with fresh squeezed
oranges and lemons and somehow tastes sweet at the same time it tastes
sour. I ask Chubby, "Did you ever give a thought about being bisexual?"
Chubby laughs, choking on a swallow of whiskey sour. He coughs, then says,
"Dylan, could you give me a signal before coming out with one of your off
the wall comments or questions?" I'm like, "Why?" and Chubby says, "So I
know something bizarre is coming from your brain and I can prepare myself
for it." I go, "Oh, no I'm not going to do that. How 'bout my question. Did
ya ever consider being bisexual?" Chubby says, "Well, it would immediately
double my chances of getting laid, I suppose." I mutter, "That's an old
joke, Chub, but if you don't want to be bisexual, you could still get laid
any time you want with me. Hell, you can get laid any time you want with me
as a straight boy." He smiles, "I love you too, Dylan, but I'm not ready
for that yet." I like the 'yet' at the end of his sentence. So there's a
chance. No sense in pushing it, but that's encouraging. Like Chubby says,
it's a hundred to one shot, but whaddaya got to lose by giving it a shot? I
ask, "How was your sex with Mary Jo?" He's shaking his head slowly,
smiling, "You're an original, Dylan. Um, Mary Jo laughs whenever I'm
fucking her and it doesn't seem to matter what's she's reading at the
time." I ask, "She reads while you're doing it?" He goes, "That was a joke
intended to avoid your question. Let me ask you this, do you fuck Robby or
does he fuck you?" I go, "Jeez, what a personal question! Rude, dude."
Chubby laughs, saying, "Whatever, but it's best having sex when we're
young. When we're really old, sex is gonna be like trying to play pool with
a rope as your cue stick." I'm like, "Old guys still get boners," and
Chubby's like, "That was another joke." I go, "Oh, I'll have to tell
Connor." Chubby goes, "That's who told me that one liner." Then we talk
about Connor's surprise going-away party next Saturday. Some of the kids we
want to invite don't live in the area. We forgot that, just because the
guys are going to Merrimack, doesn't mean they live around here. In fact
most of them are from out of state so it'll be a smaller group than we
originally planned on. It'll still be nice and I know Connor will be
grateful we care about him. Then dinner is served and tonight the prime rib
is perfectly medium rare and the mashed potatoes are very tasty and so is
the iceberg lettuce salad. We each have two drinks with the second one
tasting better than the first, but Chubby talked me out of a third one
saying he doesn't want his personal barber drunk when cutting his hair. The
dinner was pricey, but worth it. I'll earn the money back by two o'clock
tomorrow afternoon. On the drive back to our condo, Chubby asks, "How old
does an oak tree need to be before it produces acorns?" I guess, "Four
years old?" Chubby's like, "Gawd, you don't know anything! They need to be
at least fifty years old." I go, "That sounds like bullshit, brother." He
goes, "That's what I've been told, fifty years before acorns show up." I
go, "I don't really care. What good are acorns anyway?" Chubby says, "You
gotta be kidding me! Euell Gibbons says acorns are as good for you as any
other nut. They were a staple in the Native American diet a long time ago."
I mutter, "Euell's a nut case."

In my condo we go to the finished basement and I get out the barber
equipment as Chubby takes off his shirt, saying, "I wanna go back to
yesteryear and get a buzz cut, Dylan. Working for Robby cutting grass
sounds like hot work, and a buzz cut and hot work seem to go hand in hand."
I ask, "You wanna try a burr haircut? That's what Robby's going to give me
for my next haircut." "If it's real short, sure, but, um, Robby's not too
talented as a barber, ya know. Do you want me to cut your hair?" I go,
"Yeah, I would except he insists on doing it and he's my boyfriend so I let
him." Chubby's like, "It's your hair. What's a burr haircut like?" I tell
him, "Basically the same length on the top and shorter on the sides and
back. It's short enough on top that it sticks up like a buzz cut. No fuss
needed for either one. No way to comb hair that short." He goes, "Yeah,
give me a burr haircut, Dylan. I told Mary Jo I was getting a buzz cut and
she likes the idea." I go, "Most girls don't get buzz cuts." He laughs,
"You know what I meant." Chubby's sitting on the stool we use for haircuts
and he's looking cute with his naked torso almost identical to mine, except
I have a Polo golf shirt on. I say, "Sit up straight, Chubby," as I squeeze
the back of his neck then drag a finger down his spine giving him the
shivers. His shoulders shudder as he sits up straight, muttering, "I need
to do what my big brother tells me." Ha ha, I'm two days older; some big
brother. Standing behind Chubby, I've got the clippers in my right hand, a
half-inch guide attached. With my left hand I put my palm on Chubby's
forehead and pull his head back towards me and kiss him on the side of his
forehead, mumbling, "I love my little brother," then move my hand up to
pull his bangs up to run the clippers through them. His hair in front is
almost two inches long now, but not for long. Running the clippers from the
front of his head across the top and over the crown of his head cuts the
hair to a half inch in length. An inch and a half of his brown hair tumbles
down his bare back, then falls to the tile floor. Moving the clippers over
I do the same thing, and again, and again, and one last time to reduce all
the hairs on top of his head to a half inch length that looks even shorter
than that because of the longer hairs on the sides and back of his
head. Chubby runs the palm of his hand over his shorn head, saying, "Jesus,
this feels short. How short is it, Dylan?" I tell him as I attach a
quarter-inch guide to the clippers, adding, "It's gonna be half that length
on the sides and back." He mutters, "Butcher," as I run the clippers up the
back of his head all the way up and over the crown. I'll taper it in with
bare clippers and a comb at the end. As I'm cutting his hair very short I
realize I've got a boner in my pants. Somehow I've developed Dodger's
haircut fetish and I'm getting sexually stimulated by cutting boys' hair
short. Don't know how it happened, but I don't mind it because it's just
one more way to get a boner and I like the feel of a boner. It has
something to do with boys docilely sitting and letting me do what I want
with their hair. It's the submissive thing in reverse, they're the ones
being submissive while getting a haircut. Burr haircuts are actually
shorter than buzz cuts, at least the way I give them they are. When all the
hair on the sides and back of Chubby's head are a quarter-inch, I take the
guide off the clippers and taper from the neck up the back of his head a
little. This is the part Robby can't do very well, not very well at all. It
seems easy enough to me, but I've always been a natural at it. Over the
years Chubby got good, but not great at it. Using a barber style comb as my
guide I taper the quarter-inch hairs at the crown into the half-inch hairs
on top, then do the same all around his head and finally taper from his
sideburn and his ears upward so that the hair near the bottom are a short
sixteenth of an inch tapered to the quarter-inch length halfway up the
sides. The haircut takes about fifteen minutes with neither of us
talking. The last thing is the trimmer clippers for outlying around his
ears. They act pretty much like a razor. Done with his hair cut, I use the
palm of both hands to rub his head getting short clippings off his head.

"All done, Chubby." He runs the palm of his hand over his head, mumbling,
"This is the shortest haircut I've ever had," and taking a page out of
Robby's book, I say, "Yes it is, but I'm cutting it this way all
summer. With burr haircuts it's best to get it cut every two weeks." Chubby
says, "If you say so, Dylan. It's a sexy thing getting a haircut from my
gay brother." I go, "You better believe it," as I wrap my arm around his
neck and give him a sloppy kiss on his lips. Chubby says, "Thanks for the
haircut and the kiss. You smell good, Dylan. Have I ever told you that?" I
go, "Not that I recall, but now that you mention it, you've always smelled
good to me. That's one of the reasons I like sleeping with you." He gets
up, still feeling his very short haircut, asking, "What are the other
reasons?" I go, "Your body for one, and I love you for being you, too." He
hugs me, saying, "Tell me what you really think, Dylan," and he kisses
me. Nice! Chubby goes into the half-bath to look at his new haircut and now
I'm a little worried I overdid it this time, but he comes out smiling, "I
look tough now." I ask, "Is it okay?" He says, "Yep, I like it nice and
short. What time do we need to leave in the morning?" I say, "Work starts
at seven o'clock and we're done usually by three-thirty or four. We need to
be there in time to change into the Dicker's Landscaping uniform, so lets
leave here at six-thirty. If you sleep with me, I'll get you up on time."
He runs his hand over his head, "This feels cool. Okay, I'll sleep with
you, but no messin' around, and you gotta sleep in my bed. Okay?" Whoa, I
didn't expect this good fortune. I go, "Okay, whatever you say, but do you
consider hugging as messing around?" He goes, "Nope, and thanks for dinner,
bro." I mutter, "De nada," and put the barber stuff away as Chubby sweeps
up his hair."

We sit on the stoop sharing a cigarette, Chubby asks, "How hard is this
lawn cutting job we'll be doing?" I exhale some smoke, then say, "It's more
monotonous than hard, but with this year's crew maybe it won't be that
bad. My arms when I'm doing the weed whacking get tired, but it's not like
anyone's in a hurry. We plod along mostly although Robby will probably try
to get us worker bees moving faster because he wants to have the best crew,
or at least one he can be proud of. Some of the bigger estates have hedges
that need cutting and some places have small grass patches dividing garden
plots that we need to use hand mowers to cut. There's raking and leaf
blowers to get clippings off the sidewalks." He asks, "I'm hoping to get
one of those ride-on mowers," and I think of Robby sabotaging Joel's mower
two summers ago. I say, "The supervisors ride the mowers and Robby's our
supervisor so he'll ride the big mower in our crew. He drives the truck too
and all but one of the crew sits in the truck bed going from job to
job. One lucky guy sits shotgun with Robby." Wonder who gets to ride in the
cab with Robby? Hmmm? Hope it's his brother so neither Ryan nor I needs to
be jealous. It's funny our threesome still gets jealous when we're the odd
man out and the other two are doing it, but I guess it's human
nature. Chubby says, "I promised Mary Jo's father I'd do some part-time
work for him some nights and some on the weekends." I go, "Ambitious of
you, Chubby," and he mumbles, "Yeah, but I feel guilty always bumming money
off you. I want to eliminate that habit and working two jobs will maybe be
the answer." I go, "You'll find a way to spend however much you make. Good
thing you don't have a credit card or you'd probably max that out too." He
takes a last drag on the butt, then flicks to in an arc that lands halfway
down the steps to the street below, saying, "I like to buy stuff. Come on,
let's watch the rest of the Red Sox game in bed." I go, "Awesome idea, but
I'm gonna take a shower first. You wanna take it with me?" He laughs and
squeezes my hand, saying, "No thanks, I'll pass." Getting up, I say, "I'll
meet you in your bedroom in ten minutes." As we go in, I'm thinking, 'Him
showering with me was one chance in a hundred, but no harm in asking.'

After a quick shower I grab some clean clothes for tomorrow and scamper up
the steps to Chubby's condo, wearing only boxer shorts. Inside I hear the
shower running, seems Chubby's taking his own shower. Dumping my clothes in
his desk chair I climb into his double bed grinning at the size because we
won't need more than half of this bed for sleeping. I love me some
Chubby. He comes out of his bathroom naked and I gawk at his familiar naked
body while playing with myself. He says, "What's your hand doing under the
covers, brother?" I go, "Exactly what you think I'm doing. You should sleep
naked tonight." He's not shy about being naked around me. He says, "Maybe I
will, but keep your hands on your own pecker and leave my little guy
alone." Then he gets under the covers naked and I scoot over to his side of
the bed. Chubby mutters, "You're consistent, I gotta give you that," as he
gets his arm under my neck and uses the remote control to turn on his
bedroom TV.  The baseball game comes on with the Red Sox batting and Big
Papi, David Ortiz, at the plate. I snuggle against Chubby's clean, naked
body and rub his burr haircut. Looking for more assurance that Chubby likes
his haircut, I ask, "Do you really like your haircut, Chubby?" He goes,
"Yeah, I really do, but even if I hated it I wouldn't tell you because I'd
never hurt your feelings." I mumble, "Well then, I'm not sure if you really
like it or if you hate it but don't want to hurt my feelings." He says, "I
want one just like this next time, too. Does that give you a clue?" I go,
"Yep, I knew you'd like it." I couldn't be any closer to Chubby's body
unless I laid on top of him, but he's used to it after all these
years. Just from knowing his bare dick is close to me gives me a boner and
I only need to spring two more boners and I'll have reached the one million
mark. Can't wait to start on my second million. Chubby falls asleep during
the seventh inning so I reach over him and hit the 'off' button on the
remote and then wrap Chubby in my arms, with the side of my face on his
shoulder and the top of my head under his chin. Mmmm, I enjoy his scent and
the feel of his body; it's a slightly smaller version of mine. Next thing I
know Chubby's alarm is ringing. He'd managed to roll away from me in his
sleep. He opens his eyes to look at the alarm clock, mutters, "Oh shit,"
turns it off and gets out of bed pulling on his dick, "Let's go, Dylan," I
stretch, then get out of bed. Chubby's peeing so I stand next to him in his
bathroom and pee, too. He asks, "How come you got the good dick and I got
the stub?" I say, "Someone on your mother's side of the family has the
stubby dick gene, just damn bad luck." He flicks his dick getting the last
drip off, then washes his hands and face. Done with my pee, I squeeze his
ass, asking, "Wasn't I good last night? No nagging you to let me suck your
dick or anything."  Chubby, with a mouthful of toothpaste, says, "I was
disappointed you didn't ask." I go, "Liar, you weren't horny 'cause you
boinked Mary Jo yesterday afternoon." "Yeah, but you got talent sucking
dicks, so horny or not, ya know..." I say, "I'll suck you off right now."
Chubby rinses his mouth, hands his toothbrush to me, and says, "Sadly, we
don't have the time. Don't wanna be late for work our first day."

When we're dressed, we make a K-cup of coffee each and pour them in
styrofoam cups, then walk down to the Jeep. Chubby asks, "You wanna drive?"
I go, "If I haven't forgotten how to drive our Jeep, yeah I would." I drive
and we get to the Dickers' Landscaping & Design building with time to
spare. "Let have a cigarette, Dylan." As we're smoking Ryan drives in and
parks next to us. He gets out with a big smile on his face, saying, "Good
morning, guys," and bumps into me for a little bodily contact. "We go,
"Hiya, Ryan. Ready for a hard day's work?" He mumbles, "Yeah, I guess. How
ya doing, Dylan?" We stare at each other and both of us lick our
lips. Well, I did it first and then Ryan licked his, and I want to kiss him
so badly it's nuts. I say, "I'm fine, you want some coffee," holding out my
cup. Ryan goes, "Sure," taking the offered cup. Moving it in his hand he
drinks at the spot my lips were, then passes it back to me and I take a
deep breath and drink where his lips touched the disposable cup. Ryan
mumbles, "Thanks," and Chubby says, "Here comes Robby and Dodger." When
they get out of the pickup, Robby's wearing the company uniform. We all
exchange greetings with Dodger seemingly glum. I don't think I've ever seen
him when he wasn't full of wisecracking energy. I squeeze the back of his
neck, asking, "Something wrong, Dodger?" He goes, "Um, no. I'm just
thinking about something," and it looks like he has a tear in his
eye. Speaking of eyes, Ryan's making big eyes at Robby, who smiles back at
him and then, putting his arm across Ryan's shoulders, he says, "Let's go
guys," and they walk towards the entrance; Ryan right bedside him talking
quietly. The rest of us follow with Chubby trying to get Dodger to smile by
telling him a dirty joke. No luck. I'll bet it's something to do with
Vinnie that's got Dodger down in the dumps. I say, "Happy birthday,
Dodger. How's it feel being eighteen?" He says, "It feels the same as it
felt last week. It sucks." I go, "Oh, I'm sorry. When you and Vinnie coming
over for haircuts?" He mumbles, "I don't know," as we walk into the locker
room where we find twenty or so guys talking and laughing while changing
into the Dickers uniform. There are two rows of lockers with long benches
in front of them. When we're all inside Robby introduces us to Derek
Tannum, the boss's son, who looks bored as he nods at each of us when Robby
says our names. Then Robby explains about the uniform of matching T-shirts,
tan cargo shorts, and baseball cap, all with the company's logo. He says,
"You boys have five minutes to change and get out on the blacktop." He's
wearing basically the same outfit as we're to wear except his cap says,
'SUPERVISOR' and it's red, not white like ours. I ask Derek, "How's college
working out for you? Cornell, right?" He looks at me, and says, "Yeah,
Cornell," but that's it for chit chat. There's an edge to him, and I'm
thinking, 'Not another Joel, I hope'. Derek is indeed big. He's at least
six foot-two and strong looking, but not particularly musclebound in his
T-shirt. Long curly blond hair that he parts in the middle. He's very good
looking, even cute although you don't normally think 'cute' when someone's
as big as Derek. He walks like an athlete. Ryan's too close to me as we
walk out to the blacktop, but before we step outside, he says, "Um, Dylan
look at this." I stop while the others continue going out. Ryan steps in an
alcove and when I follow he gets his arm around my neck and his lips are on
mine for a thirty second kiss that springs boners on both of us; my next
boner will be my millionth. Adjusting it, Ryan's saying, "I'm so hot for
you, Dylan. It's driving me nuts. Um, do ya think I did okay with Rob? I
want him to know I still love him, but it's you I spend most of my time
thinking about." Rubbing his soft hair, I say, "Me too, Ryan, but we gotta
watch ourself." He goes, "I know, I'm sticking close to you today 'cause
I'm nervous. Thank God you talked Rob out of making me his assistant. I'm
just about peeing my pants as it is." I kiss him quickly, saying, "There's
nothing to be nervous about. Come on, we'll be late."

Outside we all wait, in four separate crews, for our supervisors. Hurry-up
and wait. Two minutes later Robby comes out with the other supervisor and
gives us the ground rules, and shows us where to look on the assignment
board for our responsibilities each day. When he's explained how things are
going to work, he says, "Okay, let's get things rolling. Derek, you ride up
front with me. The rest of you climb up in the truck bed and watch
yourself, there's lots of sharp object up there with you. Derek and I
loaded the truck today to show you how everything needs to be secured in
the bed for safety reasons. You guys need to make sure you see how we did
it so you can do it that way tomorrow." Wow, Robby's doing good. Just the
right amount of authority and yet without seeming too bossy. Good for you,
Robby. I try to catch his eye to give him a thumbs up, but he seems
purposely not to be making eye contact with Ryan or me. I know what's
probably going to happen, Robby will be so intent on not showing us
favoritism we'll get the shit end of things. That's okay, I want Robby to
do good and Ryan and me can handle it. Inside the bed of the truck the four
of us check-out how everything is secured, although Dodger doesn't seem
interested. Then Chubby sits next to Dodger trying to find out what's
bothering him. Ryan and I sit closely on the other side. When Robby fires
up the engine of the two and a half ton truck, we get moving, though it's
noisy back here. Ryan leans his head over to mine and says in my ear, "Can
we get together tonight, Dylan?" I say, "I don't know, it depends on what
our boyfriend wants. It might be my turn with Rob tonight 'cause he was
with you Saturday night and you and me had Sunday afternoon together." Ryan
says, "I hope Rob wants the three of us to hang out; afterwards I'll come
by your place and we can do something maybe." I go, "I'd like to, but
remember we want to stay Rob's twins, so he's calling the shots; we'll have
time together. We'll make time together." He goes, "I want you to suck my
cock so badly. Do you think we can find some way to do that?" I ask, "At
work?" He goes, "No, that'd be too crazy even for me. God, I got it bad for
you," and he leans over and licks my face. I go, "Ryaaan!" He laughs,
saying, "They can't see us," and he holds my hand between our thighs, his
right leg and my left. I glance over and we exchange grins, squeezing each
other's hand. Holding hands with a boy is so sexy.

Our first job is a fifteen minute ride from the company, and we pile out of
the truck when we get there. We'd all checked our assignments, and Robby's
put Ryan and me together doing hedge trimming and clean up. Each yard needs
to be done in no more than twenty minutes, and that's for big yards. As
Robby backs the ride-on mower down the ramp, Chubby and Dodger get weed
wackers for edging duty. Derek's working the walk-behind mower in the
smaller backyard. Ryan and I get the two hedge clippers. The hedge for this
house encircles the property. I need to show Ryan how to do this, saying,
"I'm good at this, it's almost like cutting hair." He picks up on it
quickly, it's not brain surgery. The morning goes quickly and isn't too
hard. The weather's good, in the low eighties with a breeze. For lunch
today we go back to the Dickers building where there's a cookout for the
first day. Hamburgs and hotdogs with potato salad and chips. Nice touch,
but from now on we need to bring a lunch. Robby's group has its own picnic
table and when we all have our plate of food, Robby critiques the morning's
work, then says, "Derek's going to be my backup for the ride-on mower this
afternoon and he'll be driving the truck. I've got to get some paperwork
turned in for all of you. Insurance papers and things like that." I'm
thinking, 'Derek's the outsider, so he's a good choice to be Robby's
backup. If Robby picked any of the rest of us someone's going to feel he's
showing favoritism. Also Derek's older than the rest of us and he's the
boss' son... duh. When Robby takes off, Derek says, "Finish up, I want you
on the truck in five minutes; we've got a twenty minute ride to the next
job." Chubby goes, "Derek, Robby didn't say anything about you being the
boss. We've got ten more minutes for our lunch. It's a forty-five minute
lunch, not thirty-five." Derek looks exasperated saying, "I told Rob this
cute cub scout troop he hired for his crew would balk at me giving orders
and he said to tell you this, 'When he's not here I'm in charge, so live
with it.' Now get your asses on the truck because the truck is taking off
in four minutes." Chubby says, "Cub scout troop?" and I go, "Come on guys,
do it for Robby, he'll get in trouble if we mutiny the first day." Still
nothing from Dodger, he gets up and dumps his paper plate and most of his
lunch in the trash, saying to me, "Dylan, tell Robby I quit. Thanks," and
he jogs into the building before I can stop him. Damn! Chubby, Ryan and me
get in the back of the truck and Derek pulls out, and we're on our way
shorthanded already. What's wrong with Dodger? I look at Chubby, he shrugs,
but he sits down before I can ask him anything he might have found out from
talking with Dodger earlier. Shaky start with Derek in charge and Dodger
already quitting.

to be continued...  Donny Mumford   thinkat20@yahoo.com

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