Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2013 07:14:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: (final edited) Chapter  32    DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO



				Chapter  32



			     by Donny Mumford



Seth decided he'd try a flattop style haircut for once, which I cut for
him, and then I fucked him with both of us naked in my bed. It was one of
the few times this past year I've been the top in sex. Me doing the fucking
generates a different set of sexual sensations, and damn hot ones at that,
but I still prefer being the bottom. The fuck wasn't a spectacular one by
any means, but it was certainly more of a hit with Seth than his
haircut. Seth didn't actually bitch about the haircut, he simply said it
was too short, and he's right. I've been giving everyone in the posse these
really short haircuts lately, because that's what Ray has, and without
thinking I carried that over to Seth's haircut cutting his flattop too
short. I'm a little pissed-off at myself for doing that, but what's done is
done so I'm not dwelling on it. The sex went a little slow at first, but
ended pretty well with decent climaxes. Then, without thinking, I
inadvertently committed to another sexual encounter with Seth by suggesting
he top me next time, so I'm definitely violating the threesome's rule, as
well as Ray's rule, by having sex outside the circle of Robby, Ryan, and
Ray as my sex buddy on the side. Of course, I'm not actually having sex
with Ryan because he's in Georgia.  That situation is causing me some
anguish, by the way, and from our cell phone conversation yesterday it
seems Ryan's experiencing anguish about it himself.  His parents are still
adamant that it's way too soon for him to make a trip back here to, um,
visit. We gotta concede that point to them since he moved only nine days
ago. Currently Seth and I are laying next to each other in bed, although
not hugging or kissing. Seth chuckles, then mutters, "I'm laying in my own
cum," so I mutter back, "I'm quite familiar with that circumstance, Seth. I
do it quite often myself." He asks, "If it's not too personal, does Rob
always do the screwing?" I tell him, "Yes, he does, but we don't talk too
much about other sex partners, not that we have a lot of them; two is
supposed to be our limit." He says, "Okay, I won't pry," and then he does,
"Who's your other sex buddy?" I go, "A kid named, Ray, but before Ryan- you
remember Ryan, right? He had to quit the crew a day or so after you were
hired h had to move. Anyway before that him, me, and Robby were a
threesome, although near the end it was mostly Ryan and me, or Robby and
me." He says, "Oh, so Robby lost interest in Ryan?" I go, "Uh huh," and he
adds, "It surprises me that you didn't, too." I look at him, "Why do you
say that?" He shrugs, "I don't know. I guess because you and Rob are so
much, um, hotter than little Ryan with his Harry Potter glasses and
all. He's a damn nice kid though; I don't mean to diss him." I say,
"Everyone perceives individuals differently. To me, Ryan is sexy and hot."
Then to change the subject, I say, "Lets clean ourselves up a little and
then make a trip to Stop and Shop so I can get the food for dinner."  I rub
back through his hair with my fingers, saying, "I'm glad you're staying for
dinner, buddy." He grins, "Me too," and we get out of bed and go into the
bathroom. I hand him a clean washcloth and we clean ourselves of random
spunk, with me wiping it off Seth's ass and the drools on the back of his
legs.

In the bedroom we get dressed as Seth's telling me, "I feel better and
better about us having sex together, Dylan. In the past I'd feel worse and
worse about the sex I had with those men. With you this feels really good
and my rear end doesn't hurt at all now. In fact it feels good and I
wouldn't say 'no' if you want to fuck me again; I'd like it actually. Now
that I see what it's like having sex with another gay boy my age, one as
cute and hot as you, I'm anxious to experience it again. Next time I'll be
able to concentrate more on the good instead of the hurt." He's getting
excited, "Ya know, Dylan, the hurt was mostly just when we started; it
faded as we went along and I relaxed more. So I'll bet the next time it'll
be even better. Whadda you think?" Pulling my tee-shirt on, I say, "To be
honest, I can't actually remember the pain of early anal sex, but I
probably had some. I've been sexually active for three years now and I'm
addicted to gay sex, so I can hardly relate to the pain except for a bit of
it when we overdo, which doesn't happen too often." That doesn't tell him
the whole story, but I'm certainly not going to discuss how Willie fucked
me so often my ass got conditioned, and Ryan's more or less continued that
trend. That is, until he moved. I put my arm across Seth's shoulders as we
walk in the parking lot to his car. He looks at me, grinning, and says,
"This is fun. You probably think I'm acting dorky, but being with you like
this is new and wonderful to me. Makes me realize what I've been missing,
but I'm pretty sure there are more gay boys whose sexual experiences are
closer to mine than yours. I mean, with guys their own age." I say, "I'm
sure you're right. Like I said, I've been extremely lucky with my sex
partners and most of the time I take it for granted, and even take
advantage of it at times. I need more will power." He asks, "Are you sorry
you did it with me?" I say, "No, I'm not, and that's what I mean about
taking advantage of my lucky situation. I tried to convince myself the
reason for having sex with you is so I wouldn't disappoint you, but the
truths is, I wanted very badly to do it with you. I wanted to do it with
you at least as much as you say you wanted to do it with me. Needless to
say, there's no fault on your part at all." He mutters, "I don't really
understand what that threesome thing you mentioned has to do with you and
me. I can understand it wouldn't be cool to cheat on Rob, but since you're
in more or less an open relationship, why's it a problem?" I try explaining
our very unusual arrangement, but I'm not sure he gets it completely, not
that he needs to.


Seth drives us to Stop and Shop, and inside we walk down the row of cash
registers with me actively checking the bag-boys. I look for teens with
short haircuts first, and when I spot one I analyze their cuteness
factor. Most of the guys fall way short of cute, but there are
exceptions. It's about six o'clock Monday night and they've just had a
shift change, so I glance at the ones leaving, and the ones coming
in. That's what ya call double-dipping boy-watching. More than half the
kids on the registers are girls, then some older women and elderly retired
men, then the boys. I concentrate only on them and spot two who are worth a
second look; one just finished his shift and one is beginning his.  Mostly
I'm drawn to slender boys, but not real tall ones, and like I mentioned,
they need to have short haircuts. It's a mystery to me why this type
attracts my attention, not that I spend much time contemplating the why of
that... it is what it is. Tonight the two bag boys of interest both have
very short buzz cuts.  One has very black hair, recently cut; he probably
got it cut earlier today and he appears to be self-conscious about it. I
say that because of his body language and the way he glances quickly around
at everyone. Earlier this week I saw this kid with a full head of shaggy
hair, and now his hair is less than a quarter-inch long on the sides, back,
and top with detailed razoring all around his hairline; the very short
hairs look crisp and prickly. He has a very pale complexion making his
black hair appear even blacker. He's slim, about my height with cute facial
features, but unfortunately he has thick, wide eyebrows that are ruining an
otherwise truly cute face. The eyebrows are the thing confirming to me this
is the same kid I saw earlier in the week, because there can't be two kids
with eyebrows like he has. Even when he had long hair the eyebrows stood
out, but now that his hair is so short the eyebrows are more prominent then
ever; they appear longer than the hair on his head. So he's in the above
average group for cuteness, but not a true qualifier as in cute with a
capital 'C' . The other boy is leaving and his hair is even shorter than
the first one, also with the detailed razor work creating changes in his
actual hairline; making his sideburns come to a point, for example. I'm
seeing more and more of this super short hair style lately; it's the same
one Willie made me get in Key West.  Anyway, the kid leaving is cute too,
but he's sort of barrel chested and his forehead slopes back too much, so
I've got to disqualify him from further cuteness competition. It's
certainly not his fault and I'm sure a less discerning person, either gay
or straight, would give him a cute or handsome rating, but I simply
can't. So, only two bag boys worth a second look and neither one really
excites me although I'll look for the big eyebrow kid the next time I'm in
the store.


We go to the produce section first for romaine lettuce and grape tomatoes,
which is all I need to make a salad; we've got cucumbers and a red onion at
home. Next it's the aisle where the baked beans are on display. I choose a
large can of B & B brand baked beans with bacon bits, and a smaller can of
Campbell's baked beans.  I'll mix them together with onion and diced green
peppers, a hot cherry pepper and brown sugar, with everything going into a
casserole. The baby back ribs will be liberally doused with dark Karo syrup
and some barbecue sauce and they'll go on top of the beans to bake at 350
degrees for at least an hour and a half. We get the baby back ribs at the
meat counter, then get in line at the cash register where eyebrows-boy is
bagging groceries. Seth says, "Look, Dylan, that line is much shorter," and
I go, "Oh, yeah, but we're already in this line.  It won't take long." I
gawk at the eyebrows-boy, and being this close to him I see that he has a
small spray of very small freckles across his cute nose. Jeez, black hair
and freckles, that's quite rare. Very sexy lips too. Hmmm, this boy needs
some laser hair removal for his eyebrows, then he'd definitely register in
my brain's cute-o-meter. When the cashier has rung-up my few items,
eyebrows-boy, who's name tag indicates he's 'Danny', bags the items and
mumbles, "Have a good one," to me, without making eye contact. I say, "How
do you like your new haircut, Danny?" He glances at me, and says, "It might
have been a big mistake," and then he gives me a cute grin. I go, "No, it's
cool," and we leave with me carrying the plastic grocery bag. Danny
mutters, "Thanks," and that's that. His voice is too deep for my
liking. Seth chuckles, saying, "You stared at that kid the whole time he
was bagging your food, then you flirted with him." I ask, "So?" Another
chuckle, with Seth mumbling, "Just saying..." We drive back with me
critiquing Danny's good and bad qualities. Seth thinks it funny, but I
think it's fun checking the boys out. Seth doesn't disagree, he just hasn't
ever been much of a boy watcher, which surprises me, as I thought we all
were. As we're walking up the cement steps from the street to the condo, he
says, "Well, one good thing: after seeing that kid's haircut, mine doesn't
seem as short to me now." I'm like, "My bad, Seth. Next time I'll ask you
to tell me specifically how long you want it." He goes, "As of now, I'm
inclined to let it grow out to my old hair style, the one I had before that
silly fifty dollar rooster cut." In the condo I put together the casserole
and get it in the oven and then we have a smoke on the balcony. Seth says,
"You have fun with everything, don't you?" I tell him, "Yep, I try to
anyway. Life is sometimes complicated, but mostly I think it's fun. I like
to be responsible when I need to, like with work, school, and especially my
friends, but I try to have fun while doing it. I go with the flow as much
as I can, but sometimes I need to fight, so I do that too." He asks, "Do
you get in many fights?" Seth accepted a cigarette from me, so we're both
smoking. I answer him with, "No, not many fights. I meant fight through
adversity when it pops up. It often helps that I'm a go-with-the-flow
person in that regard. Not as many things bother me as bothers most guys. I
look for the positives." He says, "Damn, I need to do more of that. I'm
usually suspicious of situations and people, so I guess you could say I
concentrate on the one bad thing instead of the good parts of people and,
like you said, situations."  Blowing out smoke, I go, "Sounds like too much
work to me, you know, worrying about bad aspects of everything. Guess I'm
lazy." He's like, "No, no, you're right, let something slide off your back
when you can. That's the smart way to deal with things." I tell him, "It's
easier for me to do that because I don't need to deal with everything you
do. I mean, living on your own, supporting yourself while getting your GED,
and doing it from the time you were a junior in high school. I gotta admire
that."

We talk about the differences in our experiences and Seth fills me in with
a little more background about his decision to leave home, and his parents
sound like complete assholes to me. Seth's family is fairly well off
money-wise, much like Ryan's, but Seth's father lives by that old chestnut,
'My way or the highway,' and Seth chose the highway. It sounds like a
fairly lonely three years for him since he moved out, but he's amazingly
well adjusted. Reminds me a little of Connor, who I tell Seth about. He
says, "That's something I considered, in my case it was joining the Air
Force. I almost did it, but lost my nerve." I go, "Yeah, I can't imagine me
joining up," and he mumbles, "You lose a lot of your independence in the
Armed Forces." Like with Connor, it gets to be a bit of a downer listening
to Seth's life story, although it makes me realize how lucky Chubby and me
are.  To put an end to that discussion, I suggest we play a computer game
and that's what we do until Chubby texts me, 'Hey bro, I'm on my way. Do
you need anything at the store?' I text back that I have everything I need,
and tell him about Seth having dinner with us. Then I'm like, "Come on in
the kitchen with me, Seth, I need to make iced tea for dinner." I put on an
old favorite CD and Hootie and The Blowfish begin working their way
through, 'I Only Wanna Be With You', which is their only real hit, although
their CDs sold pretty well because of that one hit. The group disbanded and
their lead singer, Darius Rucker, is now into country music, although he
sounds the same as he did singing rock and roll. It's sorta country rock I
guess. Now I often hear Hootie and the Blowfish among the tunes being
played over the sound system at Stop and Shop. The iced tea is brewing as
Seth and me talk about rock groups like Fun, and their hit, 'We Are Young',
The Wanted, with their big hit, 'Glad You Came', Far East Movements, and
their song, 'Live My Life' and a half dozen other groups. The only thing we
agree on is that neither of us can stand Adele. Then Chubby comes in
bringing all his energy with him. He goes, "While you boys been chillin'
I've been crackin' and then tonight I'll be cuttin'." I go, "Hi little
brother. Do you want to translate what you just said for us normal people?"
He chuckles, giving me a hug, then says, "You don't know current teen
jargon, dude. What I said, basically, was that while you two have been
taking it easy, I've been making it happen so that tonight I'll be
cuttin'." I ask, "Does cuttin' mean having sex?" He goes, "What else could
it mean?" Seth chuckles, and asks, "Who talks like that?" Chubby says,
"Gina's sixteen year old brother. He's basically incomprehensible." I say,
"I thought you were working with MJ's father today." Chubby looks in the
oven, saying, "Man, that casserole smells good," then, "I was at MJ's
working for her father, and talk about boring, but I'll be with Gina
tonight and she's not boring at all so I'm practicing my jargon in case her
brother, Nicky, is there; he likes to talk to me."


Chubby makes the salad telling us about how he screwed up with some of the
expense accounts he's supposed to be checking for Mr. Foster's salesmen -
that's Mary Jo's father - and how Mr. Foster apparently had a fit over the
mistakes that Chubby made. That doesn't bother Chubby, who's telling us
about it in a funny way. Very few things bother him. He says, "I wasn't
worried about getting fired because Mr. Foster can't hire anyone as cheap
as me, or anyone who's willing to work just when the need arises." I ask,
"Well, what'd you do about the errors?" He's like, "What else? I just acted
humble and told him how bad I felt about messing' up, and then he turns
into a softy and pats my back, apologizes for yelling, and tells me I'm
doing a good job, haha." Chuckling, I get the casserole out of the oven and
Seth pours the iced tea, together with lemon and lots of sugar, into
glasses of ice, then we sit down to eat. Seth's been chuckling at Chubby's
ramblings and he seems so happy, which makes me feel a little bad that this
is all it takes for him to have really good time. The ribs are moist and
extremely tender, and the beans are spicy from the hot cherry pepper, and
very sweet as well. We eat a lot, with Chubby saying, "I'll be farting on
my date, but it can't be helped. You know what they say, 'Beans, beans,
good for your heart, the more you eat, the more you fart'." Then he tells
us, "I'm predicting Homer, the new kid, won't last the week at work. He
talks to me all the time and he says the work's too hard for him. He's a
bit of a wuss." Seth says, "Rob told us Homer worked for another
landscaping crew in Pennsylvania." Chubby goes, "Yeah, but apparently it
was only for two weeks, which was a minor detail he failed to mention to
Robby, and he only walked behind a homeowner-size mower and that was even
too hard for him. He won't last the week, like I said, but he'll be no loss
to the crew if you ask me. All he does is complain, although he's got a hot
chick for a girlfriend." After dinner we clean up the kitchen, then Chubby
goes to his condo for a shower. Seth and I go out on the balcony for a
smoke. I hold the lighter to his cigarette and then light my own, as he
says, "That thing about Homer, do you think we should give Rob a heads-up?
You know, let him know that Chubby thinks Homer's going to quit." I shrug,
"I don't know. Yeah, I guess I should give him a call." Robby answers his
cell phone seemingly in an upbeat frame of mind. "Dylan, what are you up
to? Do you want to get together tonight?" I tell him, "What I've been up to
is giving Seth a haircut that he thinks is too short. And Chubby, Seth, and
I just finished dinner. Um, something came up during dinner about
Homer. Chubby thinks Homer's going quit the job some time this week, and I
thought you should know. Of course, it's only conjecture on Chubby's part."
Robby goes, "Oh no!  This sucks! I'm getting sick of this fucking job. I
can't find dependable workers, including my own brother." I quietly say,
"Calm down, Robby. The thing is, Homer's job experience was greatly
exaggerated by him, so what are ya gonna do if someone tells you a
bald-faced lie, ya know?" Robby mumbles, "I should have checked his
references, that's what I should have done. My father is gonna be pissed."
I ask, "How about if Seth and I pick you up and we do something fun to get
your mind off the job?" He thinks for a second, then mumbles, "I need to
talk to dad about this. Um, what fun thing do you have in mind?" I suggest,
"Bowling?" and he's like, "How about chip and putt?" We settle on seeing a
movie, but we need to give Robby a little time to talk with his dad about
Homer. That's fine, we'll be able to catch an eight o'clock movie and still
get to bed at a reasonable hour; get to bed for sleep is what I'm referring
to.


When I end the call, Seth goes, "Guess we won't get a chance to do, you
know, sex." I say, "We could do a quickie," and he says, "That's the only
kind I ever had before this afternoon with you." Hmmm, I'm thinking I'd
really like to feel his nice looking cock up my ass, so I go, "Are you
gonna do the honors this time?" He licks his lips, thinking about
that. Then he says, "Yeah, if you promise not to laugh if I do something
wrong." I frown, muttering, "Get serious, Seth. Do you think I'm the kind
of guy that would make fun of you?" He goes, "No, that was stupid of me,
you're too nice to do something like that. Sorry I mentioned it."  I'm
staring at his cute face, amazed no one has ever come on to him; someone
his age I mean. But ya know, he's right when he says he hasn't been in an
environment where there are guys his age. Not while he was working
masonry. He dropped out of school where there were hundreds of boys, some
gay, and he surely would have bumbled into one of the gay ones during the
last three years of high school, especially being openly gay like Seth
is. I squeeze the back of his neck, mumbling, "No need to be sorry, Seth,
we're good. Um, I feel more comfortable doing it in the bedroom." I check
my watch as we're going into my bedroom, then tell him, "To speed things up
a little, I'll suck a hard one on you. My saliva is the only lube you'll
need." He makes a funny noise with his mouth, then says, "Oh man, I'm
excited and nervous again." Holding his face between the palms of my hands,
I give him a damn good kiss with our tongues licking together. He tastes
like Karo syrup and nicotine. Seth wraps his arms around me and we get into
a hot make-out with my nose against his cheek inhaling his very sexy
scent. It's quite a bit different than Ryan's or Robby's, and certainly
different than Ray's, with his BO. I can't imagine Seth having BO because,
like I said before, he looks so clean with his pinkish skin and pale blond
hair. His body, pressed against mine, is even tighter than Robby's,
although he's as slim as Robby and me. The fingers of my right hand ruffle
through his newly barbered hair as my left arm goes around his neck. Seth
seems very much into our make-out which heightens my arousal and from the
feel of his hard cock against mine, I won't be needing to suck a boner on
him. Seth doesn't appear interested in anything but our make-out until he
grunts and struggles out of my grasp, grabbing his crotch, muttering, "I
almost did it in my pants again," as he breathes deeply. I pull my shorts
down to my knees and turn around. My boner's pretty hard already as it
bounces up against my belly.


Seth stares at my ass for a second, then drops his pants, gasps, and asks,
"You gonna put saliva on my boner, Dylan?" He obvious wants to feel my lips
on his cock. I want to do that too, so I turn around, facing him, and drop
to my knees. He holds his boner down, straight out from his body, and I
take it from him with my fingers and slide it in my mouth on my
tongue. Seth goes, "Aaaaaaah, yeaaaah."  My tongue laps at the head of his
cock as my lips suck the hard shaft and he gets his fingers in my
hair. Precum drools out of his cock in less then thirty seconds, which I
suck out in a long string, and he backs away from me gasping again. I ask,
"You ready, Seth?" and he nods his head holding his boner in his
hand. Standing up, and again turning around, I stick my ass out a little
and he mutters, "Oh my God, what a great ass." Anxious to feel his cock
inside me, I step backwards towards him, and the wet head of his cock bumps
my right butt cheek. He draws his cock's head across the cheek until it's
in my crack, with me sticking my ass out further. Seth exhales a long misty
breath on the back of my neck. The head of his boner finds my anus and he
puts pressure spreading the lips, as he goes, "Oooooh," and presses harder
until the head slips past my relaxed sphincter muscle. Seth says, "Ooooh,
Dylan, this is so hot," as he pushes his cock steadily in until his shaved
belly is firmly against my ass.  He's grunting softly as his arms go around
me low on my belly and the side of his forearm is pressing against the head
of my boner. Hugging me back against him very tightly, his boner goes up my
ass another half-inch with Seth moaning, "Mmmmm, aaaaah, ooh, God," and his
forehead leans against the back of my head as he holds this position and I
let out the breath I've been holding, murmuring a quiet, "Mmmm, feels good,
Seth." It's nice for a change not to have Ray's enormous mushroom-headed
cock stretching the walls of my rectum, although I've no intention of
discontinuing doing it with Ray. I'm just implying that variety is a good
thing. He moves his hips back while maintaining his tight hug around me and
begins fucking me smoothly and doing more moans of pleasure than even I
do. It feels as good as I expected, more like a Robby fuck than one with
Ryan or Ray. My ass becomes alive with wonderful buzzing pleasure
sensations as he gets into the fuck gaining confidence with each
thrust. The awesome skin against skin slapping sound gets into a steady
rhythm of, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," faster than I expected, but then he's
probably not able to control himself as the need in him grows. I can't hold
back a long moan of pleasure as the skin against skin applause
continues. He moans and grabs my hips to increase the force of his
thrust. The sexual sensations get me making an ass of myself with my
moaning, as I lean forward and grab my knees. Seth's battering his cock up
my ass making whimpering sounds of desire, the need to climax probably
taking over his brain. My brain is telling me that this is a damn good fuck
as I begin humping back into his thrusts; the "Slap, slap, slap," of his
shaved crotch against my ass cheeks is almost drowned out with our pleasure
moans. He slams into me extra hard with a desperate, "Oooh!" from him and I
feel his first streak of cum bounce off the lining of my rectum. This sets
me off, and cum streaks from my cock splashing under my chin as Seth does
short hard humps against me filling me up with his spunk. From my pulsating
boner another three spurts of cum follow my first long streak and my ass is
now squishy with Seth's cum as he keeps plowing my ass, gasping with each
penetration.


My mind clears with one last body shudder as I take a deep breath
straightening up.  Seth's arms go around me again as his thrusts slow down
and then stop. A last round of climax sensations must be zooming through
Seth as his body spasms a little and he goes, "Mmmm," and then we're still
for a few seconds before he pulls back and out, his boner leaving my ass
quivering, wide open, and drooling with cum. "Oh my God, Dylan, that was
unbelievable. Nothing like I've ever felt before." Putting my arm across
his shoulders and glancing at his wet, shiny cock, I mutter, "You should
always top, Seth. That gives you more of what you're looking for." He's
staring into my eyes, mumbling, "I don't mean it wasn't great earlier,
Dylan, but this was my first real anal intercourse. The other two times I
did it, well, one time I didn't even have a orgasm and the other time I
barely had one. Those men weren't the least bit sexy to me, and I won't
humiliate myself by telling you where we did it. That seems artificial
compared to this.  With you it's like I always expected it to be, but it
never was until now."  Hugging around his neck, I say, "Well, we've
successfully discovered we're compatible, let's clean-up again, then get
Robby." Robby's over his summer cold, so it was the twenty-four hour
variety after all. Seth and I walk into the bathroom with our shorts around
our knees and use different washcloths to wipe away the cum on Seth's dick,
my chin, neck, and my ass, then dry off and pull up our pants. I rinse the
washcloths, then use one of them to wipe my cum off the floor, and then
we're on our way to Robby's. Seth can't stop talking about the last sex we
had, asking when we can do it again. He's trying to be cool about it, but
he's so anxious too, so I can't help grinning. Then I think about the
cheating aspect of me having sex with both Seth and Ray, rationalizing that
with Ryan in Georgia, I've merely substituted Seth for him and that means
Ray's my side sex, the same way Travis is for Robby. Of course that doesn't
actually work because Robby isn't interested in fucking Seth occasionally
like he thought he'd be doing with Ryan, but why split hairs. At Robby's
house I say to Seth, "Um, mum's the word about our sex. I want to think
about telling Robby, as I might hold off on that for a bit. Mull it over in
my head a little." He goes, "I'm not telling anyone, Dylan," so I nod my
head and we get out. Before we can ring the front door bell, Robby comes
out. "Hi guys!" then he says, "Hey, Seth, you've got the flattop haircut
Dylan and I rocked one summer, didn't we, Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, we did," and
Robby touches Seth's hair, muttering, "We didn't have it this short though,
did we?" I say, "I screwed that up," and Seth's like, "It's fine, Dylan,
really." Robby seems in a better frame of mind so I assume the news about
Homer wasn't a big problem for his dad, but I ask to be sure. "Is your dad
cool with the likelihood of Homer's quitting?" Robby says, "Yeah, I was
worried for nothing. I'm going to interview some guys tomorrow morning. I
just finished calling back some applicants to set that up. There's four
guys coming in for interviews and I'll pick one and tell him as soon as an
opening is available, he's my man. Dad told me it's always like this with a
new crew until the serious ones, like you two, Lee, and Chubby get
established. He says next year you established guys will likely eliminate
this turnover situation." Robby gets in the backseat of Seth's beat-up
Toyota, and says, "Dad's a little surprised at the amount of turnover, but
doesn't blame me for it, so it's cool."


Inside the multiplex movie theater I run into Devon and his girlfriend,
Annie, who both give me a big hello and then Devon does the posse greeting
of fist bump and quick hug with me. I fight off a blush as Robby looks on,
then I introduce everyone and Annie says to Robby, "I was in some of
Dodger's classes, Rob.  Everyone thinks he's the coolest kid. We're sorry
he won't be in school next year." We talk about that a little, then Robby
points at Devon's head, saying, "I recognize that haircut, it could only be
done so perfectly by my boyfriend.  Am I right?" Devon smiles, "Yep,
Dylan's given all the guys haircuts, he's awesome," and Annie adds, "He's
also beautiful, but so are you Rob." Then she looks at Seth, and goes, "You
too, Seth." I say, "Everyone says that about us," and she laughs like she
did when I said approximately the same thing in Devon's car the day I met
her. Those two are seeing a different movie than us so we split up with
Devon doing the fist bump and hug with me again. As we get in line for
tickets I'm curious what Robby's going to say, then he tells me, "Nice guy
that Devon, and his girlfriend too, she's cute." Seth adds, "Yeah, they're
both kinda cute,"and us three gay guys chuckle. Well, that went
awesomely. The topic of Devon and Anne doesn't come up again so neither of
them are on Robby's mind. I'm guessing since Devon's straight, Robby's not
particularly concerned that he's kinda cute, at least where I'm concerned,
I mean. The best part is that it's already become accepted that Ray and his
posse are friends of mine. It kind of was surprising to Chubby and Robby at
first that, you know, I'd hook-up with eighteen year olds, but now it's no
big deal, so that's cool. After the movie, Robby says, "Seth, would you
mind dropping me and Dylan off at my house? I'll see that he gets home."
Seth smiles, saying, "Sure thing, Rob," assuming I imagine that us
'boyfriends' will be into some hanky-panky before the night is over. I
smile too.


We all bump fists and pat each other on the shoulder, saying, "Good night,
see ya tomorrow," then Seth and I exchange grins, as he says to me, "Thanks
for the haircut, Dylan." Robby and me get out of Seth's car, and as he
gives a wave and then drives away, I look at Robby to see what he has in
mind. He says, "Let's grab a smoke," and he offers me one. We light up, as
he asks, "Just so I'm sure, Dylan, Ray is your sex buddy on the side,
right?" He's apparently suspicious of me and Seth. I say, "Yes, Ray is it
because I started with him and can't switch." He says, "Um, how is Ray,
anyway? You know sex-wise. He does you, I'm guessing. Or do you switch
off?" I ask, "How's Travis do it?" He grins, "I know we don't discuss side
sex.  I'm just curious that's all." I shrug, "Ray's always the top, yeah,
but I thought I already told you that," and he says, "Maybe you did, but
mostly I was shocked you chose him so other details may have gotten lost in
translation. Does Ray, you know, satisfy you sexually?" I go, "Not as good
as my boyfriend does, not at all as good." He hugs me around the waist,
asking, "You don't love him, do you?" I make a face, "Not even close! I was
surprised to discover I like him okay, never mind love him. How 'bout you
and Travis?" Hugging me against him, Robby does the cigarette smoke kiss
and his secondhand smoke comes out my nose.  We keep the kiss going awhile
with my dick firming up. Breaking the kiss, Robby says, "You're the most
delicious boyfriend. I can't wait till we get back to college and we're
together all the time. I miss you and think of you all day and before going
to sleep at night. I'm helplessly enthralled with everything about you,
except for the fact that I need to share you. I know I have to, but I wish
I didn't. I love you, Dylan." I exhale cigarette smoke staring into his
eyes, muttering, "You say the sweetest things to me, Robby. I'm in love
with you as much or more than you're in love with me. There was a point in
the threesome that I was positive I loved you more than you loved me. You
gave my twin so much attention." He says, "That threesome was my biggest
mistake yet, and I've made some big ones trying to make you mine alone. Now
though, it's you who gives all the attention to Ryan, at least you did
before he moved." To sidestep that land mine, I say, "You're glad he moved,
aren't you?" Shrugging, he goes, "I miss him, but yeah, I'm glad he moved
because I thought I'd have more of your attention, but with this damn job
eating into my free time..." I interrupt, "And you playing baseball." He
says, "Yeah, that too, but you're spending almost as much time with Ray and
his ridiculous posse as you did with Ryan, so it's not just me that's
busy." I object, "It's not a ridiculous group of friends, maybe calling
themselves Ray's posse is ridiculous, but they've been like that from
childhood. They've known each other for years. Anyway, I do not spend that
much time with them."


Robby takes a drag off his cigarette and lets it drift from his nose and
mouth, muttering, "Lets not argue, lets make love," and he kisses me on the
lips. I ask, "Aren't you worried your parents will see us kissing?" He
goes, "I'm over that. Hell, I came out as a gay kid, and I told them we're
boyfriends. If they don't know that boyfriends kiss, they soon will." I go,
"Well, okay then," and put my arm around his neck to kiss his mouth and
stick my tongue on his tongue. He sucks on it while goosing my ass, then
says, "I owe you a lover's fuck, but that doesn't really work in the
pickup, how about a good old fashioned recreational hard fuck?" I ask, "Is
that how Travis does you?" He smirks, asking, "Jealous?" and I mutter,
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? Are you jealous of Ray?"  Robby thinks about
that, then says, "No, I'm not. He's not your type, but Ryan is, so I'm
jealous of him. And I'd be jealous of Seth too because he's your type,
too. Has he propositioned you yet?" Well, first of all, Robby doesn't know
about how sexy Ray's cock is with his huge mushroom head, and he never
really recognized how sexy Ryan is, plus Seth and I are past the
propositioning stage and into the fire already. I get my old guilt trip
back, of course, but that comes with the territory when alley-catting
around is in play.  To Robby's question of Seth propositioning me, I say
simply, "No, he hasn't," and that's technically not really a lie because it
didn't happen that way.  Nobody propositioned anybody. We step on our
butts, with Robby going, "I'll be jealous with Ryan staying with us in the
apartment at college, too." Hmmm, I tentatively ask, "Have you changed your
mind about the four of us sharing a three bedroom apartment?" He goes,
"Well, that's not really the question. It's not a matter of me changing my
mind, it's more like am I willing to go back on my word? And the answer to
that is no. I agreed to it, so we'll make it work somehow. Hell, you made
it work when I was being an asshole during the early weeks of our
threesome, so I'll follow your example. Let's get in the pickup now." As we
climb in I ask, "Where shall we park?" Robby says, "Where else, the office
complex; it's worked for us up till now." I keep glancing at him as he
drives because I love how he looks and I love that I gave him that haircut
and that we have the same two-tone blond hair. He looks over and sees me
looking at him and gives me a grin, and what a cute grin it is, too. What
the hell am I doing encouraging Seth when I've already got the worlds best
boyfriend? What I need to do is tell Robby I messed around with Seth, and
promise not to do it again. And it wasn't especially hot with Seth. With
Ryan I almost went out of my mind with sexual heat, but Seth is just a good
fuck. Sure, it's something different, but that's no reason to jeopardize my
love affair with Robby. I can almost see jeopardizing it for Ryan, almost,
but not quite. Seth doesn't fall into that category, though. If I tell
Robby though, it'll make things awkward on the crew and maybe cause
strained relations between Robby and Seth and neither of them needs
that. Plus, Seth's has had the shitty end of the stick for a long time and
I don't want to add to that by rejecting him. How about I make sure Seth
and I only have sex rarely, while maintaining a friendship. That way I
won't make any waves. It's only for two months and then we're back at
college. So I'll deal with my guilty conscience, suffering with it at
times, like I've done through most of my love affair with Robby, but it'll
enable me to do enough with Seth that he can be happy. Who knows, maybe
he'll get enamored with someone else. That would be awesome and it's
certainly not out of the question considering his looks and sexiness. Yeah,
that's my best bet.


Robby pulls into the parking lot of Dickers' Landscaping and Design, then
drives around back and puts the windows down before turning off the
truck. We look at each other and he wiggles his finger in that 'come here'
way and I unbuckle my seatbelt and slide over to him on the bench seat.


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


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