Date: Tue, 5 Nov 2013 07:20:55 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 36 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO



				Chapter  36



			     by Donny Mumford


Ray
and me had quickie-sex in his car, and he's just now dropped me off at Robby's
cookout. I've got napkins in my jockey shorts absorbing Ray's big load of spunk,
some of which is still drooling from my ass. Having something in my underpants
soaking up cum is not a totally uncommon circumstance for me. That mushroom head
of Ray's cock is special though. I've never felt anything like it before and
that includes the rare early sex Ray and I had before I became his boyfriend. He
wasn't as into gay sex back then as he is now, then he was still doubting his
bisexuality I suppose. That's not the case now though, he's embracing being
actively bisexual and even bragging about it to anyone who will listen. Now that
Ray's fully committed to gay sex, it's obviously turning him on more and more
and that results in high sexual arousal for him, which is apparently the reason
for his life-sized mushroom-headed cock. Whatever the reason, it's been plowing
my ass the past two weeks. Walking around to the back yard, I see a lot of
people are already here eating, talking, and laughing. Music plays in the
background and it's kind of a rocking scene. There are just as many adults as
kids and I recognize some of the employees from Dickers Landscaping, but don't
know their names. So far I haven't seen anyone I know, and then Lee grabs my arm
from behind, "Dylan, hey dude, meet my girlfriend." I turn my head, "Oh, hi
Lee." Lee's with a fairly cute girl who's short and trim, but with big jugs. Her
red hair is a wild mess of curls down to her shoulders. Pretty blue eyes and a
cute smile as she looks at me, asking, "Who's this, Lee?" Lee goes, "This is my
boss' boyfriend, Dylan Newman. Dylan, meet Linda." I hold out my hand and she
does a limp shake, loudly exclaiming, "Oh my God, you're gay! What a waste!" Lee
mutters, "My boss probably doesn't think so." She says, "Oh my God, Rob and
Dylan make a gorgeous couple!" She's a bit over dramatic as she flicks her hair
with her hand. I mumble, "Thanks... I think." Lee pats my shoulder, "Linda takes
some getting used to," and she slaps his arm, saying, "Oh you! I do not take
some getting used to," then to me, "Lee always says that." I go, "Huh," and Seth
comes over and rescues me, "Let's get something to eat, Dylan, I saved you a
seat at our table." Linda enthusiastically shouts, "Oh my God! That's our table
too!" and she gets her arm around mine, saying, "You're gonna be dancing with me
before this cookout's over." Lee smirks, shrugs, and chuckles as Linda leads me
through the crowd with Seth and Lee following. She tells me we have a table near
the pool, and  wants to know, "Did you bring a bathing suit?" I go, "Um,
no, were we supposed to?" Seth says, "Rob didn't say anything to me about it,"
and Linda yells, "Oh my God, that's perfect, we'll go skinny dipping when it
gets dark. I'm going to be all over you in the pool, Dylan." Jeez, I hope that's
not the case.


We're
approaching the grill where Robby and his dad are cooking hot dogs,
cheeseburgers, and hamburgers. Linda yells to Robby, "I'm stealing your
boyfriend from you, Rob." Robby makes a face, like, 'What the hell?' I roll my
eyes at him. He then gets an amused expression on his face, like, 'Better you
than me, Dylan,' meaning he's glad he doesn't need to deal with over
enthusiastic Linda. I grin to myself as we pass by Robby, bumping into people as
we go. Linda says, "Oh my God, it's crowded!" Lee tells her, "You don't need to
shout everything, Linda," and she yells, "I want to be heard!" I wave at Homer,
surprised he came to the cookout because he quit the job yesterday. He's in line
getting food with a thin blond-headed girl wearing way too much make-up, but
hardly anything else. She has on a bikini top that's basically covering her
nipples, and a bikini bottom no larger then the top...  it's gross! Is it
possible Homer has a girlfriend? At the table Seth pulls out the chair he saved
for me, which is thankfully on the other side of the table from Linda. It's next
to Seth, of course. This is a round table, seating eight: Lee and Linda, me,
Seth, Chubby and Maryjo, then Homer and the blond bring their plates of food and
sit down taking the last two seats. Homer says to me, "So you finally got here,
Dylan. You're missing a great cookout, dude. We're on our second plate of food
already." He nods his head at the almost naked blond next to him, saying, "Oh,
this is Sheryl, my girlfriend," then to Sheryl, "He's Dylan Newman, Jeff's
brother." Chubby asks, "Where ya been, Dylan?" I say, "Nice to meet you," to
Sheryl, and to Chubby, I explain, "I stopped to see the boys over at Ray's
cookout for a little while. Isn't Robby sitting with us?" Linda gulps down some
iced tea, and goes, "Oh my God, ya just got here and you already want to know
where your boyfriend is gonna sit." I go, "Yes, that's exactly what I want to
know." Lee gives me a stern look, which I return and he looks away. Chubby says,
"Linda's a little enthusiastic, but she grows on ya, don't ya, Linda." She asks,
"Why the fuck does everyone say I need to grow on them?" I have to wonder if
they've been drinking already. Homer and Sheryl are busy chowing down, which
I've discovered is not unusual for a lot of skinny people, as they seem to eat a
lot without gaining weight. Chubby and I aren't skinny, we're slim, but we can
put a lot of food away and still stay slim. It's in the genes I guess. Seth says
to me, "Lets get some food," and I gratefully get up with him, escaping Lee's
screeching girlfriend for a few minutes. On the way to the food line, Seth says,
"What a pain in the ass that Linda is, and did you see the look Lee gave you
when you answered her back?" I go, "Yeah, he's got me shaking in my sandals.
Haven't you eaten yet?" He goes, "I was waiting for you, of course." Hmmm, I'm
not sure why he waited for me, but I mumble, "Well, thanks, Seth."


There's
a stack of formidable looking paper plates, as well as substantial plastic
knives and forks. The Dickers always go high-end at cookouts and do it right. My
paper plate needs to be formidable as I pile on some potato salad, cole slaw,
two halves of a deviled egg, some cut up fresh fruit, two Kosher pickle spears,
and then I'm at the grill. Robby asks, "Did you just get here, Dylan?" I go,
"Um, a little while ago," and then to change the subject, I ask, "Aren't you
eating with us, Robby?" He smiles, and says, "Of course I am, I'll squeeze in
next to you," then he gives Seth a cold stare for a few seconds, before asking,
"What can I get you, Seth?" Seth and I both get a cheeseburger and a hot dog."
Robby says, "I'll take a break in about fifteen minutes, Dylan. See you then,"
but he's staring at Seth again. As we're putting condiments on our hot dogs and
cheeseburgers, Seth asks, "What's with Rob?" I go, "I don't know except earlier
this morning I told him I was interested in some side-sex with you, but it
didn't appear to bother him. He did look at you funny just now though, I don't
know what's up with that." Seth mutters, "He seems pissed-off at me alright,"
and I repeat, "He was fine about it this morning. I asked him about the possibility of firing you
too, and he said there's absolutely no chance he's firing you." Seth's like,
"Thank God for that, but now I wish you never mentioned you and me to him. Damn,
I feel uncomfortable about this." On our way back to the table, I go, "No, it's
fine, Seth. If Robby's going to be mad at anyone, it would be me. I'll feel him
out again, okay?" Seth says, "I don't know what the right thing to do now, but
I'll trust your judgement." We sit down as Chubby's girlfriend, Maryjo,
explains to everyone, "Aliens from other worlds exist, and those closed-minded
people who don't acknowledge that fact are like mongooses, putting their heads
in the sand." Chubby deadpans, "I think you mean ostrich, but they don't put
their head in the sand either, as that's a myth, the same as aliens. Ostriches use
their beaks to dig for food and water, and aliens reside only on X-files and
Star Trek." Maryjo goes, "You're ignorant, Jeffrey! Mongoose or ostrich,
whatever, but it's well documented that UFOs are routinely spotted around the
world." Seth interjects, "The Fermi Paradox states that there is an apparent
contradiction between the estimates of the probability of the existence of
extraterrestrial civilizations and the lack of evidence for, or contact with,
such civilizations. In other words, if intelligent aliens exist why is it that
we have not seen a single bit of concrete evidence for it?" Maryjo
condescendingly says, "With all due respect to that fucking convoluted thing you
just said, Seth, there have been many contacts with aliens, there's whole books
written about those contacts, too." Seth calmly answers, "Well, it's like Johann
Wolfgang von Goethe famously said, 'Everything is simpler than you think and at
the same time more complex than you can imagine'." Maryjo points her plastic
fork at Seth, yelling, "You spout out incomprehensible gibberish while I'm
trying to have a serious discussion. Maybe if you went to college like many of
us at this table, you'd be able to follow the debate." Chubby says, "Shut the
fuck up, MJ, you're giving everyone a headache." I try not to laugh, but I do
anyway. Maryjo gives me her pissed-off expression, and then shakes her head
dismissing immature little ole me.  And how does Seth know all that stuff
he just said anyway? Lee goes, "Aliens are a interesting topic whether you go to
college or not. Carl Sagan theorized that alien life such as bacteria exist not
only on our planet but throughout the universe. He also insisted that it is
impossible that no other intelligent life exists in the universe because the
universe is so vast with uncountable suns for planets to circle." Homer's done  with his second plate of food. He goes to say something, but lets out a big burp
instead. Us guys chuckle while the girls mutter, "Gross." Then Homer says, "I
think Sagan is right, but the impossible distance in light years between worlds
in the universe makes it impossible to communicate with the other intelligent
life." Maryjo is pissed, "You're all idiots, other alien life forms have
obviously solved that bullshit problem of traveling faster than the speed of
light because they've been on earth many times; it's well documented like I keep
telling you nitwits." "Documented by kooks," is Seth's reply. Linda yells, "Oh
my God, this is so interesting! Captain Kirk might be an alien himself. I mean,
he's about ninety years old, but still doing commercials and looking pretty
good, so maybe people on his planet live to be two hundred." Maryjo can't
believe how ignorant everyone but her is. She lectures, "William Shatner is not
ninety years old, he's probably only in his early eighties and many people live
into their eighties, so that blows your theory right out of the water, sweetie."
Linda yells, "Oh my God, I never thought of that. You could be right." Well,
Chubby's the one who's right because I am getting a headache. I say, "How 'bout
the way our Red Sox suck this year, and with the third highest payroll in
baseball, too." Linda yells, "Oh my God, that's awful! Spending all that money on
silly men who play a kid's game." Maryjo mutters, "That's Dylan's speed, kid's
games." Chubby's bored, as he repeats, "Shut the fuck up, MJ." She grins at him
and whacks his arm, "You shut the fuck up." Chubby rolls his eyes and everyone
exchanges frowns except Linda. She goes, "Oh my God, here comes Rob the hunky
boss."


Robby
comes over with a plate of food and shares my seat with me. I put my arm around
his waist keeping us from sliding off the chair. As I'm done with my food, I take a bite of
his hot dog, as he asks, "How's everyone doing? We've got a band coming to
perform around three o'clock to get some dancing started." I go, "A band? Who
are they?" Robby swallows a huge bite of cheeseburger, then says, "Our neighbors
down the street, the Fosters, their son has a garage band." Linda points at
Robby and me, yelling, "Oh my God, you two are so cute together!" Chubby
deadpans, "Does anyone have earplugs, by any chance? You know, for swimming."
Linda yells at me, "You're dancing with me. I'll bet you're a good dancer." I
ask, "Why do you say that?" She shrugs and mutters, "You're gay, what else do I
need to know?" Lee wants to know, "Where's the beer?" Robby says, "In the pool
house, but be discreet drinking it. Pour it in a cup so my parents don't see
beer cans all over the place." I ask, "Do you want a beer, Robby?" He goes,
"Yeah, I'd love one," so Chubby, me, and Lee get up to check out the pool house.
Seth gets up when he sees I'm up and the four of us go into the pool house where
we find a half dozen guys and girls, who we don't know, drinking beer and
playing 'categories', which is a drinking game. There's a large cooler of Bud
beer on ice. We all grab a can and pour it into plastic cups. I get one for
Robby and take it back to him at the table with Seth following. Chubby and Lee
stay in the pool house so that Chubby can smoke a cigarette, and Lee can take a
break from Linda, perhaps. Taking Chubby's seat, I ask Robby, "Who are those
kids in the pool house?" He's finishing the last of the food on his plate,
mumbling, "Probably neighbors, or maybe my cousins from the Cape. Are they older
than us?" I say, "Yeah, they look like they're in their early twenties." Not a
single one was cute though, so they're of no further interest to me, but I don't
share that thought. Chubby and Lee return and Linda yells, "Come on Lee, let's
get some corn on the cob!" They take their empty plates and dump them in the
trash. Maryjo's back on her alien kick, asking, "Has anyone at the table ever
seen an alien in person?" Robby says, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I have," as he
stares at Maryjo. I chuckle as Maryjo gives Robby a hard stare, then I say, "The
corn on the cob sounds like a good idea," and I get up to get a cob. Robby joins
me, but Seth stays behind this time. I guess he's intimidated by Robby, which is
a miscalculation on his part because Robby doesn't have a mean bone in his body.
Robby says, "Lets go inside a minute; I wanna show you something." I follow him
inside, through the kitchen and into the study. He closes the  door,
saying, "This is what I want to show you," as his arm goes around my neck and he
kisses me. His mouth tastes like sweet ketchup. We get into a mad make-out and
even though Ray fucked me an hour and a half ago I still manage to get a boner
in my pants. That reminds me that I've got cum-saturated napkins in my jockey
shorts. Robby's goosing my left buttocks as his tongue plays with my tongue. The
thought passes through my brain that Robby may try to get me to cum in my pants
by fingering my asshole. He did that recently, but today that would be a
problem. It'd also be problematic explaining the Burger King napkins he'd run
into if he tries doing it. When he breaks the kiss, I ask, "What brought this
delightful surprise on?" He says, "I just wanted to remind you who your real
boyfriend is." I smile, mumbling, "I never forget who he is, Robby. If you're
referring to Seth, he's not even in the discussion as far as real boyfriends go.
He might have a temporary little crush on me at the moment, but it's nothing
more than that." Robby says, "Everyone has a crush on you and it makes me
jealous." I squeeze his cheeks together with my thumb and forefinger, grinning,
"No need to be jealous you cute thing, nobody comes close to you, but I'm glad
you're jealous even though there's no reason to be." He goes, "Sorry for acting
immature, but I love you so much I just get jealous."


Robby
gives me a hug and one last kiss and then we go outside where Mr. Dickers
says, "Hey, how ya doing, Dylan?" I say hello and Robby's dad says, "You two
boys want to work the grill so I can get some food for me and Rob's hard-working
mom?" Robby and I take over the grill; it's hot work, but kinda fun. Later we
get relieved by Robby's dad and a neighbor. Robby and I get the corn on the cob
that we started out to get some time ago. We're lathering on butter and salt
with Robby asking, "You wanna sneak up to my bedroom later?" I go, "What a
marvelous idea," and he grins as he bumps against me, and says, "I love you."
He's so sweet, and my earlier concern that he was too blasé about me mentioning
the little matter of me engaging in some random side-sex with Seth has been
resolved. He wasn't blasé about it at all. It's just that Robby keeps a lot of
things inside. We return to the table and find everyone but Seth drinking beer.
Actually Seth might be drinking beer too, except he's not here. I take his seat
and bite into the corn on the cob. It's over-cooked, but still delicious because
it's hard to beat the combination of corn, butter, and salt. Lee's telling a
joke: "An elderly Catholic man in Italy goes to confession and tells the priest
that during WW II a beautiful Jewish woman asked him to hide her from the Nazis,
so he did. The priest thinks it's a wonderful thing the man did, but the man
says there's more. The woman started repaying his kindness with sexual favors.
This went on a few times each week, and sometimes twice on Sundays. The priest
rationalizes that WW II happened many years ago and that under those
circumstances a man could easily succumb to weakness of the flesh, and he
forgives the man. It's a load off the man's mind, but he has one more question
for the priest. He wants to know if he should tell the woman the war is over?"
Linda screeches, "Oh my God, that's funny!" but she doesn't laugh. Chubby asks,
"Where's Connor when we need him at joke-telling time?" and Lee's like, "You
didn't think that was funny, Jeffrey?" Chubby goes, "Nope, Billie Lee, I didn't.
Plus the woman must be in her nineties by now so why on earth is the guy still
fucking her? I'll tell you a funny joke so you'll know the difference next time.
Here goes: Ten year old Timmy gooses his younger brother, Tommy. Tommy yells for
Timmy to "stop fucking doing that". The mother hears them use foul language all
the time and asks her friend what she can do to get the boys to stop cursing?
Her friend tells her to smack their faces when they curse and they'll get the
message. Next morning the boys come down to breakfast and the mom asks what they
want to eat. Young Timmy says he'll have "some fucking waffles". The mother
backhands him, knocking him out of his chair. Then she asks Tommy what he wants,
and he says, 'Well, you can bet your sweet ass I don't want no fucking
waffles.'" Linda yells, "Oh my God, that's so fucking funny!" and actually it is
kind of funny, and we all chuckle. Homer wants to get in the act, so he asks,
"How does a woman scare her gynecologist?" We shrug, and he says, "She becomes a
ventriloquist." Linda looks confused, saying, "I don't get it," but at least she
didn't start with 'Oh my God', so there's some progress. I say, "I'm getting
another beer before my sides start aching from laughing." Robby goes, "Good
idea, I'll come with you."


Robby
and I go in the pool house where we find Seth talking to an average looking kid
in his early twenties. Robby says 'hi' to the kid and introduces him as his
cousin, Frank Dickers. Frank says to Robby, "You're not the only gay working for
Uncle Rob. Seth here tells me he's gay too and I think he was propositioning
me." Seth gets red in the face, saying, "I was not. What bullshit!" Robby says,
"Don't worry about it, Seth, Frank's the family troublemaker. Ain't ya, Frank?"
and Robby jabs a finger in Frank's chest. Robby's cousin is short with the
arrogant manner of a wise-ass. Even though Frank's two or three years older than
Robby, he has nothing more to say so perhaps he's aware of Robby's temper. Robby
doesn't lose his temper very often, but when he does he goes off like a bomb.
Frank slinks out muttering something about not putting up with being insulted.
Robby watches him leave the pool house, then asks Seth, "Are you enjoying the
cookout?" Seth says, "Awesome food, Rob," and he's looking relieved Robby's
being friendly to him again. Seth explains, "I wasn't propositioning your
cousin. He asked me if I knew my boss was gay and I said I did and that I'm gay,  too. That's what he calls propositioning him." Robby says, "Frank's an asshole.
Lets get some beers." We pour cans of Bud in cups and commiserate about the job
for awhile. Robby pats Seth's shoulder, saying, "You're doing a hell of a job
and I'm glad to have you on the team," so Robby's mending fences with Seth and
Seth's smiling again. What a good looking kid Seth is too, especially smiling.
We hear someone pounding on a drum set and then an electric guitar riff. Robby
says, "Sounds like the band's here and I'm supposed to get them situated. See you
boys later." I ask, "Do you need some help?" Robby goes, "Nah, I'll show them
where to set up. That's all I need to do." He leaves just as three guys and two
girls come in for beers. Seth whispers to me, "I didn't proposition that dorky
cousin of Rob's, but I'm thinking of propositioning you." I grin, and say, "Go
ahead and proposition away." I'm thinking maybe I can score a four bagger today.
Robby in the morning, Ray around lunchtime, Seth now, and to round it off, Robby
again sometime tonight. Seth whispers, "Unfortunately there's no chance of doing
anything here." Hmmm, maybe I'll ask Robby if Seth and I can see his baseball
card collection that he keeps in his bedroom. That's a joke, of course, even I'm
not that big a jerk. I go, "Yeah, I guess you're right," and Seth says, "Um,
I've got my car so maybe...." I cut him off, "Nah, we'd be conspicuous by our
absence. To Robby for sure, and maybe my brother, too." We take our beers outside
and wander around with me checking out all the people here, thinking, 'Jeez,
there's a lot of people in the world I don't know!' It makes me realize how we
all live in our own little worlds rarely thinking about those outside our circle
of family and friends.


The
band is set up in the driveway which isn't ideal, but this is a garage band
after all. They're not used to a stage like Mr. Dickers set up for the band
at the going away party five or six weeks ago. That makes me think of Dodger and
Connor. Gee, I miss them both and hope their lives aren't too difficult. Their
emails on Sundays indicate they're well, but that might be just putting up a
good front. They'll have two weeks leave in a month or so. Time moves along at a
pretty good clip for me and I sincerely hope it goes quickly for those guys as
well. Seth and I go inside the house to use the bathroom. He says, "After you,
Dylan," so he doesn't want to do a joint pee, which works for me because it
gives me the opportunity to drop my shorts and throw the napkins from my
underwear in the toilet, then use a wet hand towel to clean my buttocks of Ray's
dried cum. After throwing the towel on the floor in a corner, I take a piss and
flush the toilet. When I've washed my hands I come out, saying, "Sorry I took so
long but I had to go number two. It's not toxic in there though." Seth laughs,
then says, "I guess it's not since I can't imagine that your shit stinks," and
in he goes with us grinning at each other. I give a thought to a quickie with
Seth in the half-bath, but two girls come in to use the bathroom. They're both
sort of going from one foot to the other, apparently in dire need to pee. To
blow their minds a little, I say, "Hi, girls. Jeez, it's going to be awhile;
whoever's in there is taking forever. I've been waiting ten minutes already.
They exchange desperate glances, so I helpfully add, "There's a bathroom in the
pool house, ya know." One girl says, "Three guys are waiting to use the pool
house bathroom." I shake my head, muttering, "That's the trouble with beer, it
doesn't stay with you all that long." Seth comes out and I say to the girls,
"After you," and they thank me profusely. Seth asks, "What was that all about?"
I say, "Nothing, just entertaining myself," and we go outside with our
beers.


I
run into a few party crashers I knew from my high school days and we make a big
production of claiming how good it is to see each other again, and how great our
senior year was. It wasn't horrible, just not as good as we're remembering it
now. Then we all get more beers and brag about the colleges we're going to. Me,
Seth, and one other guy smoke cigarettes and take a raft of shit about that from
the guys who don't smoke. Just normal banter, nothing really new. The talk
switches to girlfriends and I listen to the lies and exaggerations for awhile
until one of the guys asks me if I'm going with anyone at the moment. I tell
him, "Yeah, Robby Dickers." They're like, "Rob Dickers is gay? You're shitting
me, right?" For some reason they're shocked Robby's gay, but not shocked I am.
Well I'll be damned, I was under the impression everyone thought I was as
straight as most everybody else. I ask, "How come you aren't surprised I'm gay?"
Nick Faldo says, "Jesus, Dylan, you're too pretty to be straight," and they
laugh. I go, "That doesn't make any fucking sense," and Nick says, "I guess it
does, you're gay, aren't you?" One of the other guys, a kid I was buddy-buddy
with in homeroom, Andy Hart, says, "It's not that anyone went around whispering
that Dylan Newman's gay. I never heard anyone say that, but since you say you
are, it's not shocking, that's all. And what's the big deal if you're gay
anyway? Nobody gives a rat's ass about that nowadays." The third kid in their
group, Ron McElroy, says, "Well, that asshole, Dick Vermiel, in our homeroom,
was as homophobic as they come, so he'd think it was a big deal." Everyone dumps
on Dick then, mostly to prove how open-minded they are. Then big-tits, Linda,
finds me and goes, "Oh my God, there you are, Dylan. It's time to dance." I mess
around by introducing Linda as my girlfriend as she hams it up going along with
me, wrapping her arm around mine like she did earlier. The guys all exchange
glances because now they don't know if I was pulling their chain about me being
gay. Nick asks, "Were you bullshitting us earlier, Dylan?" I go, "No, not at
all." Then to Linda, "Come on, honey, let's dance." Seth chuckles as he heads
over to our table while Linda and I join a group dancing in the driveway. Most
everyone, adults included, are slightly under the influence of one kind of
alcoholic beverage or another by now, so it's a jovial group. This band's not in
danger of an imminent recording contract, but they're okay. As we dance to a
cover song of The Killer's, I check out the band members. They're all ages from
about sixteen to maybe thirty years old. None of them are cute enough to flirt
with though, but the swarthy drummer is sexy in sort of a gothic way. Too many
pierced trinkets in his face and ears though. Linda's a surprisingly good
dancer. She tells me she helps out her mother's dance school when she's not
at college. She goes to Bryn Mawr College which shocks the shit out of me
because Bryn Mawr's a private, highly selective, women's liberal arts college,
which can only mean Linda's not as dumb as she sounds. Her and Lee have been
going together since high school so I guess Lee's not gay after all. He
apparently just gets his kicks pretending he's going to plow my backdoor, as he
puts it.

After
dancing to three fast songs we go back to the table. I sit next to Robby and
share his beer with him. Food is still being consumed, but in much smaller
quantities now and, as I've said, the effect of the beers is apparent on almost
everyone. We shoot the breeze for awhile, then Robby says to me, "Would you help
me work the grill for awhile?" I say, "Sure," but we don't go to the grill. We
go around to the side door and enter the house unnoticed to tip-toe up the steps
and into Robby's bedroom. The bed linens are crumpled on the bed exactly the way
Robby left them this morning. He locks the door, grins at me, and says, "Let's
get undressed and get in bed." I ask, "Get naked, you mean?" pretending I'm
shocked at the very idea. He changes his grin to his beautiful smile, muttering,
"Yes, naked." Robby comes over and rubs his fingers in my short hair, "I did a
pretty good job with this haircut, don't ya think, Dylan?" Robby has always
liked hearing confirmation that he did good in whatever it is he did. That's
true for singing a love song to me, playing baseball, cutting my hair, having
sex with me, everything. I always give the confirmation he's looking for because
I like seeing his aforementioned cute grin as he accepts the compliment. I go,
"You did better than 'pretty good', Robby, you did an excellent job, the best
ever. You're really getting good." He tries not to grin, but the grin wins out
anyway, making me smile. Satisfied with my response, he says, "Get those clothes
off, you hot sexy thing, you," as he pulls his shirt over his head. We're both
basically hairless on our bodies, the exceptions being identical two-toned blond
hair on our heads, a little hair under our arms, and our pubic hairs, which we
shave. I've always thought we look enough alike to be brothers, but no one else
agrees, including Robby. We're not wearing much in the way of clothes so it
doesn't take more than thirty seconds to get totally bare-assed naked. I like
being naked, especially when another gay boy is naked with me. Our bodies are
very much alike too, except Robby has a smaller dick, and he's more muscular
than me, although I've been blessed with nice definition in my biceps which
leads some guys to think I'm tough. I am no more, or less, tough than the
average guy, but I'm more willing to get in a fight than most. It's no that I
like to fight, but I rarely back down and I usually have either Chubby or Robby
getting my back for me. Most guys in high school learned it's best not to fuck
around too much with me or Chubby. By the end of middle school everyone we went
to school with pretty much had come to the conclusion it wasn't worth fucking
with either of us, so high school went by without much confrontation.


When
we're both naked, Robby wraps me in his arms and I snuggle in against him; there
are few things I like better than feeling a cute naked boy's body against mine.
The skin against skin sensation takes my breath away and Robby's personal scent
is intoxicating. He kisses my cheek and we bring our lips together again, then
our tongues, and it's very sensuous and wonderful. Being in love and being naked
with the boy you're in love with is relaxing and exhilarating at the same time.
Our faces move together, my nose pressed to his cheek, as our lips and tongues
wetly make love. Robby rubs the palms of his hands over my body as I clutch him
to me and we've soon sprung dueling boners. A quiet "Mmmmm," slips from my
throat as we break the kiss and stand hugging each other, the sides of our faces
pressed together. We're both breathing deeply with our hearts beating fast
against each other's chest. Robby quietly says, "This is so nice, Dylan, you
make me feel good all over." Our boners are pressed between our bellies now,
immovable, snug, and happy. I mumble, "It's impossible to express how much I
love you. Words fall short so let me show you." He kisses my cheek, mumbling, "I
love when you show me your love." We're both talking about me licking and
sucking his body from his feet to his mouth, and everything in between. Robby
and I fall sideways onto the mattress and kiss some more. We're laying on the
crumbled sheets with me on top of Robby. When we break our kiss this time, I
lick across his cheek and suck on his left ear, then put my tongue in it and
deposit saliva there. From his ear I lick to his neck where I give him a wet
kiss and continue dragging my tongue down his chest where I suck on his nipples;
first the left nipple, then the right. When they're both stiff, wet, and hard,
Robby's moaning quietly, rubbing my back and shoulders. I lick down the middle
of his stomach to suck his 'innie' bellybutton, and after that I continue
licking down and lap all over his shaved pubic area before sucking his boner
into my mouth to lick and suck on it with my lips and tongue. Robby squirms on
the bed running his fingers through my hair, moaning, "Ooooooh, mmmm, oooh."
Licking and sucking his awesome body and inhaling his body's aroma gets me
extremely aroused. At the same time I taste Robby's precum, my own precum drools
down the shaft of my rock-hard boner. It takes all the limited willpower
available to me not to stroke my cock. In addition to how sexy it is to do all
this licking and sucking, there's my submissive fetish that's also being served
as well and I have a delirious desire to feel Robby's cock inside my ass. Before
that there's more to be done though, so I take his hard boner from my mouth and
stroke it a few times enjoying the feel of the hardness and knowing it's hard
because of me. Robby goes, "Aaaaaaa," along with a full body shudder. I lick his
balls and get them in my mouth one at a time; one at a time because Robby has
oversized nuts, which has a lot to do with his large orgasms.


Sucking
his cock back into my mouth for a few more delicious licks, I pull it out with
my fingers and hold it in my fist as my tongue moves down the inside of his left
thigh leaving a trail of saliva in it's path. His basically hairless legs taste
good too; all of his body tastes good to me. He's slightly salty from perspiration and
always, his scent is in my head. Licking his knee for a bit, then I lick down
his calf to his ankle. I'm on my elbows and knees now, my body scrunched in a
tight ball at the foot of the bed licking his left foot, and then sucking his
toes. His other foot is next. I sort of understand why so many men have a foot
fetish, and why it's the most popular fetish involving a body part. Feet are
sexy somehow, and of course there's the submissive nature of doing this to
consider as well. Licking someone's feet seems an extremely submissive act to
me, although not the most submissive one. That comes next as I move between his
legs and lick up the inside of his right leg to his groin... the crease where
the top of his leg meets the bottom of his torso in front. In back the bottom of
his torso is where I'm licking to now. I lift his legs and Robby, as anxious for
me to do this as I am to do it, gets an arm around the back of his thighs and
pulls his legs out of my way, which raises his buttocks. Now his asshole is
looking back at me curiously. Spreading the cheeks of his ass, I stare at his
hairless anus with it's pink rosebud lips; to me they look inviting. My first
two licks are on each of his butt cheeks, and then I kiss each one and lick up
his ass crack going right over his asshole. Robby's body twitches as he moans
again, "Mmmmm." Looking at Robby's face I see his cheeks are flush, his lips and
eyes are closed as he absorbs all the pleasure sensations created by my tongue, which is a very tired tongue by now. I've learned to enjoy rimming, especially rimming a
clean ass like Robby's almost always is. After doing a half dozen laps up his
ass crack, I concentrate on licking and then sucking right on his asshole and
it's soon quivering with the lips seemingly kissing me back. Then my tongue
works it's way in and I jab my tongue in and out of his loosened-up asshole for
awhile. Soon Robby moans and rolls on his side pulling away from my busy tongue.
He moans, "Oooooh, I almost had my climax." He doesn't need to say more. I crawl
up the mattress and lay next to him. He wraps me in his arms kissing first my
cheek and then my lips as our bodies squirm against one another; we're now both
continuously moaning quietly, "Mmmmm, oooh, ummm," moaning the sounds of sexual
arousal and pleasure. It's impossible to tell who's more aroused.


When
the danger of premature ejaculation has passed, Robby rolls me onto my back and I
automatically bring my legs up, my knees in the air and my heels near my
buttocks. Robby scrambles between my legs and pushes my knees back lifting my
asshole off the mattress. His eyes are open now, staring at my ass. On his
knees, he shimmies up close, and without guiding it with a hand, his wet cock's
head pushes against my asshole. As usual the lips of my anus slowly spread wider
and wider as his cock goes in little by little. My anus gladly opens up for the
fat head of Robby's cock, happily accommodating this familiar intrusion. My
tongue wets my lips as I concentrate on enjoying all the sexy stretching
sensations that are sizzling around my sensitive anus. I've suspected for quite
some time now that I was born with extra pleasure pressure spots in my anus and
rectum. Everyone has some, but because of a lucky quirk of nature I believe I
have more than most, maybe more than anyone else in the world. My entire ass
embraces the feelings associated with a hard cock up inside me, especially one I
crave like Robby's.  With me squirming on the mattress in deep pleasure, a
pleasure far better than scratching a wicked itch, the lips spread far enough,
just the perfect amount, for the fat head of his cock to pop inside with both
Robby and me going, "Aaaah." My anus' lips close tightly around his cock's neck,
embracing it. Robby blows out some air going, "Ooooh, mmm." He waits a minute,
leaving just his cock's head in the soft, warm clutches of my ass while he
massages my butt cheeks pushing them together and another moan slips out of my
throat, "Mmmm, feels so good." Robby makes a smacking sound with his lips
leaning over me with a hand on either side of my chest as his head comes down while mine raises off the pillow, and we lock lips and lick at each other's tongue as
he's slowly pushing his engorged boner up my ass. I do a quiet whine of pleasure
around his tongue and he breaks the kiss and puts the side of his face next to
mine, quietly saying, "I love you more than anyone or anything on earth." Then
his boner is all the way in and his pubic area plasters against my buttocks.
Additional pressure on my buttocks allows his cock to penetrate slightly deeper
before Robby begins withdrawing it slowly. He pulls it completely out of my ass,
the head causing a sucking sound as it breaks free of my asshole's lips. I gasp
as Robby says quietly, "I want to experience that entry all over again," and he
does it all over again, right up to and including the kiss and extra pressure on
my buttocks. Both of us moan just like the first time, "Aaaah." My cock throbs
against my belly with precum rolling down to my right groin and pooling there in
the crevice. So sexy, so nice, so perfect.


Slowly
withdrawing his cock a second time, but without taking it out all the way, Robby
sucks in air and then pushes his fat boner in again.  He does it all again,
a little faster this time with his cock sliding tightly, but smoothly, in my
rectum. It feels so good I go, "Ummmm, ooooh, God that's good Robby," as my
shoulders do their shudder and my head shakes a little. The pleasure sensations
are tantalizingly wonderful and increasing. I squirm under him, muttering,
"Fuck me, Robby, fuck me." My body's tingling and alive with sexual sensations
which override everything else as I squirm and hump my ass up toward his
pleasure-giving boner. Robby takes a deep breath and begins fucking me steadily
doing it for two or three minutes before leaving his cock all the way in and
laying chest to chest with me again. I hug around his neck and kiss his head and
face all over as Robby does shorts humps with his hips; we're both moaning and
writhing against one another. He lifts up again to grip my waist with both hands  and begins fucking me hard now, grunting with each sharp thrust up my ass. It
goes on awhile with me constantly moaning at the unbelievable sexual stimulation
and pleasure that extends from my ass, cock, and balls outward to my stomach and
up my back causing my scalp to tingle. My cock's reached the tightness and
hardness necessary to lift off my belly on it's own to stick straight up with me
moaning from the sexual pleasure I'm feeling. Three more thrusts of Robby's boner
and I arch my back unable to hold back my orgasm any longer. I let out a squeal
as cum pumps from my balls flying out my cock in an arc, landing next to my head
on the pillow. "Aaaaah," as another squirt shoots out with my body shaking, and
yet another squirt as Robby grunts, "Ummpth, ooooh," and his cum splashes off
the walls of my rectum warm and squishy, then more cum is pumped from his big
nuts into my bowels. Robby's laying on me again continuing to thrust his boner,
back and forth, back and forth in my very messy rectum as he hugs me and moves
his sweaty forehead on my shoulder. I'm hugging him, still moaning from the
sexual pleasure with sensations scintillatingly zipping around in my balls,
cock, and ass. Then I'm spent and lay under Robby limply, breathing deep
breaths.


Shortly
the rest of the world comes back to my conscious mind and I can now feel Robby's
body on me, and recognize his scent again, and see the sun shining through the
windows, and hear the band playing outside as I notice the background's
indecipherable buzz of too many people talking at once, and realize I'm in
Robby's bed in his bedroom. I gaze around his room like I'm seeing it for the
first time. None of these things was I aware of a minute ago. All I knew in my
world for awhile was intense sexual pleasure that can only be achieved from
being fucked by someone I love. Then there was that delicious instant in time
when time itself stopped and all that mattered to me in the world was my climax.
No, there's nothing like an orgasm, nothing can compared to that brief intense
otherworldly sexual pleasure. It's indescribable, but I highly recommend it.
Robby groans, saying, "Oh, what a climax, mmmm. They're getting better and
better, baby." I go, "Can't imagine anything as good as having my boyfriend fuck
an orgasm out of me." He lifts his body off my chest, grinning at me, then fucks
me for another couple of minutes before pulling his cock out and then doing
what's become routine for us lately. This time he sits on my chest, almost my
shoulders, so I can suck his cock clean. I'm not sure when it became a given
that I'd suck his boner clean after he's fucked me with it, but I like doing it.
Hell, I probably instigated it although I don't recall doing it intentionally.
Pulling his cock, wet and sloppy with spit now, from my mouth he flops on the
bed next to me, muttering, "That was nice, Dylan. From beginning to end, I loved
it." Before I can say anything Robby's mouth covers mind and we hug and kiss for
awhile before Robby chuckles and says, "We're not going to fool anybody. They'll
notice we're missing and they'll know why, but I don't care. This was wonderful,
just like you are wonderful." I say, "It's you who's wonderful," and he chuckles
because I repeated his compliment, as I always seem to do. I don't do it on
purpose, so I guess it's just a habit I fell into. He says, "I forgot to spank
your ass, sorry 'bout that." I go, "You don't need to smack my ass, Robby; you
can do it or not do it, it's pretty much all the same to me." He goes, "But I
like spanking you because I'm sure you've done something that deserves a
spanking." I say, "How about you? Don't you ever need a spanking for something
you've done?" He goes, "No, because I'm in charge. Remember? That's how you like
it, so I pretend to be in charge for you, and I figure I might as well take
advantage of my lofty position if I need to accept all the responsibilities of
being in charge." I go, "Ha! So you are admitting to doing sexy stuff that would
deserve a smack on your ass if you weren't in charge... right?" He gets up
smiling, "Wouldn't my cute alley-catting boyfriend like to know the answer to
that. I'll say no more." I yell, "You haven't said anything." He laughs and puts
his underwear on, muttering, "Come on, get dressed. How long have we been in the
bedroom anyway?" I shrug, and get out of bed, "I don't know, in some ways it
seems a long wonderful time and in other ways it seems like too short a time." I
pad into the bathroom to get a handful of tissues. Robby follows me in and does
a quick cleaning of splattered cum from my ass, and then back in the bedroom we
finish getting dressed. And yes, I again have a paper product in my underwear
soaking up cum deposited there by a sexually aroused lad. I glance at Robby's
pillow and see the final resting place for my cum. It just missed my head and
Robby would have been laying in it if he flopped down on the other side of me.
He's lucky like that: if it were me I'd surely have flopped down on the wrong
side.


Walking
down the steps we hear adults mixing cocktails in the kitchen. Robby puts his
finger to his lips in the "Shhh" way, and then we both giggle like ten year
olds. Outside through the side door, Robby says, "I'm sticky from your spit." I
mumble, "Jesus, my tongue worked overtime and you're complaining?" He laughs and
hugs my neck. We're both in awesome moods as there's nothing like hot sex in the
afternoon. We slip into the pool house for beers, bumping against each other on
purpose. Cousin Frank's drinking beer with a kid I don't know. Robby says, "Hey,
Frank," and then, "Hi, Gene," meet my boyfriend, Dylan Newman," then to me,
"Dylan, meet my other cousin, Gene." We do a quick handshake muttering,
"Whassup?" to each other. Gene is as average looking as it's possible to be, and
he's stocky. He wears glasses and his hair is thick, unruly, and long... ugh!
Apparently all the good-looks genes in the family went to Dodger and Robby. The
cousins leave without conversing with us other than the greeting. Robby smirks,
nodding at the cousins leaving, asking me rhetorically, "Was it something I
said, do ya think?" He isn't real broken up about his cousins not hanging out
with us, apparently. I shrug, but don't say anything because I can't think of
anything positive to say about his cousins. I've zero interest in those two. We
join the gang at our table where Chubby asks me, "Ya wanna sip of my drink?" I
taste it and go, "Straight booze!" He says, "Yep, we're doing shots. Lee brought
a bottle of rot gut bourbon." Lee and Linda aren't at the table so I ask where
they went because I'm hoping to hear they've left. A little of Linda goes a long
way. Chubby smirks at me, and says, "They're probably doing what you boyfriends
were doing when you were among the missing." Maryjo says, "Don't be crude,
Jeffrey," and then she asks Robby, "Were you two doing it?" Robby looks
innocent, asking, "Doing what? Whaddaya mean?" She can't bring herself to say
it, so she just waves her hand dismissing us. Then she says to me, "Come on you,
dance with me," and Chubby says, "Great idea, Dylan, dance with my girlfriend."
I smile to myself fantasizing I'm asking Chubby, 'Which one?' meaning Gina or MJ.
 Hee hee, but I'd never do that to him. I say instead, "Your girlfriend
can't stand me," and she says, "I can stand you to dance with. You're good
looking and a good dance partner." I go, "Oh, that's different then," and get
up. I feel like dancing, but with Robby, not Maryjo and that's true even though
Robby can't dance a lick. Maryjo takes my hand and leads me to the driveway were
a lot of people are rocking the beat, although some aren't doing it very well.
Half the dancers are adults and they have a funny way of dancing. We dance to a
couple of tunes and then a slow number is played and Maryjo's not going there;
not with me she's not. We return to the table and she gets a grumbling Chubby to
slow dance with her. Better him than me.


We
all get a little drunk although I stay clear of the hard liquor myself. Robby
and I dance together when he's drunk enough for that and we get some stares from
those who aren't clued in on our story. Some think it's funny two guys are
dancing together, like we're drunk and just goofing around, while others get the
significance although not one person asks us about it. Robby's parents do a slow
dance not far from where Robby and I are dancing and they smile over at us a few
times. Sweet people, the Dickers. At the last minute, the moms were called in to
work as a favor to the owner of the restaurant. They've been working at the same
restaurant all Chubby's and my life so they couldn't say no. If they were here
they'd have smiled at Robby and me dancing together, too. When drinking at an
afternoon party that goes on for hours it's best to pace yourself and I do an
okay job of that. I get to a certain degree of drunkenness, still quite
functional, and seem to stay in that happy place the rest of the day. Half the
guests stay for the fireworks. We've all had at least two full meals and most of
us had more to eat than two full meals, so that helps in maintaining a working
brain even with the drinking. No one goes into the pool until around three
o'clock when Homer and his almost naked girlfriend, Sheryl, do. Sheryl pushed
Homer in and then dove in herself. She was very quiet all day so her pushing
Homer in the pool came as a surprise to me until I discovered her and Homer were
drinking screwdrivers all afternoon. They openly made out in the pool and were
soon joined by others, although not by Robby, me, Chubby and Seth at our table.
There were others who joined in the pool fun and a surprising number of people
brought bathing suits, which makes sense in hindsight. Maryjo went in the pool
although not intentionally, Chubby pushed her. That's how quite a few people
found themselves swimming. Not being pushed in by Chubby, that's not what I
mean. Mostly the swimmers were pushed by somebody they know, but all in good
fun. No hard feelings. After the fireworks Robby drives me home and we make-out
for twenty minutes before I take my boner to bed with me. A damn good Fourth of
July if you ask me.


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


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