Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2013 15:36:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO    Chapter 4    by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


				Chapter  4


			    By  Donny  Mumford


Laying in bed with my brain spinning, thinking about the sex I just had
with Ryan.  It was surreal in some ways, but sexually hot before and after
we got in bed. He's a hottie, fer sure. For one thing I'm trying to figure
out is how I feel about admitting to Ryan I like when he takes charge, of
course I mean when Robby's not with us. Obviously, I like Ryan directing
our sex and makes-outs, but after that do I really want him being another
Robby? Yeah, I think I do like that; it's just the same as Robby being a
little bossy. Not like Willie, that's too much! But if Ryan can be like
Robby, why not enjoy my buzzing dick? Okay, that's all good, little Ryan
can boss me around a bit; but, what about our over-the-top love affair?
That's a concern although I have been upfront about it with Robby. Hmmm, is
it a danger to me and Robby's relationship? That's the point. Well, it's
not like you can fake emotions, which certainly includes the emotion of
love, and the heat Ryan and I generate in each other isn't much different
than Robby's and my heat. That gets me reevaluating my feelings for Robby
and find that my feelings for him haven't changed at all. They're the same
even though now I'm in deep with Ryan too. Yeah, I've got the same hots for
Robby he's always claimed he has for me, and the same depth of love for him
too. My deep love for Robby is still there, but I again think how strange
it is for me to be in love with two boys at the same time and with the heat
of sexual attraction almost insanely high in it's intensity for both! Nuts,
is what that is; a crazy, nutty situation. Still, that's where I find
myself and I'm loving it too, but can it be sustained? Then I worry about
Robby with the Dodger situation. I don't think you can be sworn-in and then
be sworn-out of the Army. Dodger's an adult as far as the law's concerned
so he's in the Army and I might as well accept that. I wonder if Robby
telling his parents he's gay had anything to do with Dodger's decision; I
mean, Dodger being gay himself and growing up in Robby's shadow. Oh, I
don't know. Maybe it's just Vinnie dumping him that made Dodger join the
Army, but I still can't believe Vinnie dumped Dodger; that doesn't
compute. It could be that Dodger's been considering joining the Army for a
while now, and Vinnie dumping him was the last straw. Or maybe.... and I
fall asleep in my own cum; cum that Ryan fucked out of me... ahh, Ryan.



Next morning I'm real tired because getting to bed late and getting up
early tends to make a person tired. I'm grumpy, but Chubby's not, so on
average we're okay. At work we find out nothing about the Dodger situation,
except that he's not here. Robby's interviewing boys for Dodger's
replacement so Derek's in charge and he wants us out on the blacktop in
five minutes. I look at Chubby, who doesn't seem negatively affected by
Derek's demeanor, so I guess I won't pay attention to it either. Ryan comes
running in late, saying, "I overslept. Help me get changed, Dylan." I do
that as everyone else wanders out to the blacktop. Like I did last night, I
hand Ryan each piece of clothing, this morning it's his uniform, and he
puts it on, asking, "Any second thoughts or regrets about last night?" I
shake my head, saying, "Not a one, boyfriend, how 'bout you?" He's excited,
"Hell no, last night was awesome and I'm looking forward to being like Rob
is with you, when he's not with us that is. He's the boss of us twins when
it's the three of us doing stuff. It gets more fun being with you every
day!" I grin, he's so cute and excited about us that his glasses are
fogging up from just talking about it. Like I always say, that boy is a
hottie. Ryan puts his street clothes in a locker and we run outside to join
our crew. Derek's saying something to Chubby, but he looks up at us and
stops talking. He goes, "Your late." Ryan and I shrug, as I check my
watch. Derek says, "Rob and I agreed to impose a ten pushup penalty for the
first offense. Kindly drop down and give us ten while I tell you what you
missed." Ryan and I look at each other, then I look at Derek, asking,
"Really?" He goes, "Really, it's Rob's rule and it's written in capital
letters at the top of the assignment sheet, if you'd care to look." He's
not being obnoxious about it, and Chubby's fighting back a grin at Ryan's
and my situation. Ryan quietly says, "Let's just do it," and we drop down
to the blacktop to do the pushups with my face blushing, feeling foolish
doing this in front of Chubby and the other crews, who watch. As we do the
first one, Derek says, "Call out the number for each pushup."

Ryan and I say, "One," and Derek's like, "Call it out so everyone can hear
you," and it occurs to me this is just the kind of 'team' thing Robby would
fall back on from his baseball experience. Ryan and I yell out, "Two!" as
Derek says, "I was telling your teammate, who's on time, that today's the
first day everyone's supposed to bring your lunch. If you remembered to do
that there's a cooler for our crew at the assignment desk and you need to
put your lunch in it and the same for drinks. We'll have plenty of water
for drinking on the job sites, but if you want something besides water
you'll need to bring it yourself. Ryan and I are up to, "Six!" as I look at
Ryan and can tell by the look on his face that he forgot about the lunch
too. As we shout, "Seven!" Derek says, "The supervisor's boss expects that
some of you knuckleheads will forget, so for today only we'll have
sandwiches from our vending area in the cooler for those who forgot to
bring their lunch. Ryan and I shout, "Ten," and we get up awkwardly with
red faces. Ryan whispers, "Sorry I made you late." I go, "It's no problem,
were cool." Derek goes on to tell us what we already heard from Robby
yesterday afternoon, "Today's schedule consists of only quick single homes,
so even though we're one man down we'll be able to handle it. Okay, now get
the equipment on the truck. Dylan you'll ride up front with me." The way he
said that sounded firm so I don't argue as I glance at Ryan, who's frowning
his disappointment. I recognize another thing we have in common: Ryan pouts
like me and he keeps it going the whole time we're loading the
equipment. Before I get in the cab of the truck, I say, "Chubby, look out
for Ryan while we're driving over there, okay." He goes, "Aw, that sweet,
you're worried about your twin." I squeeze the back of his neck, smiling
and muttering, Thanks," because I know my brother will look out for my
twin.

Derek looks out the rear window and Chubby gives him a thumbs-up that
everything's secure, including him and Ryan. Derek pulls out of the parking
lot and we're on our way. He says to me, "Rob dropped a bombshell on me
this morning during our meeting. He says you and him are boyfriends, as in
gay boyfriends." I go, "That's right," and I may have sounded a little
challenging when I said it. Derek looks over at me, and goes, "Hey, it
don't matter to me, I've got a gay bud as one of my best friends. I only
mentioned you and Rob in the first place because he wanted you to know he
told me." I go, "Oh, okay, thanks for telling me. Did he say anything about
Dodger quitting?" Derek asks, "Is that his brother, the kid who quit?" I
go, "Uh huh," and he says, "No, that a personal matter. I didn't ask. Rob
told me he expects to have a replacement by lunch break." That's all Derek
has to say for a few minutes, then he mutters, "You can sit in the back
with your friends after our first job, if you want." I guess he realizes
I'm not going to warm up to him.

Hmmm, Robby mentioned him and me being boyfriends, but left Ryan out of
it. He probably left Ryan out of it because Ryan's still in the
closet. Apparently Robby felt he should tell Derek we're gay because we're
'out' and so why not tell him, and maybe Robby also wants to show Derek
that even though Robby and me are boyfriend I get the same treatment as
everyone else and therefore Derek should expect the same even though he's
Robby's assistant. That's smart; Robby's intent on being a good supervisor
and my hat's off to him. I love that about him: his
conscientiousness. Maybe he'll have enough for both of us 'cause sometimes
I put things off rather then deal with them right away. Hey, lots of kids
do that, it's not just me. Derek's driving to our furthest job away from
the company and we'll work our way back so we're close to home base when
doing the last job of the day. It's a half hour drive and it gets awkward
with the silence between Derek and me, so I ask, "Um, have you ever done
this type of work before?" He mumbles, "No," and I babble a little, "Huh,
well it's not rocket science, that's for sure, haha. I worked with Robby
the summer before last and I didn't have any experience then either, but
it's easy to pick up what has to be done." He goes, "Uh huh," and so I quit
trying to make small talk. Instead I think about Ryan and Robby, which is
always a good way to pass the time.

When we arrive at the job site, Derek says to me, "Let's unload the truck,"
all business, which is fine with me. I jog around to help him with the
heavy tailgate and Chubby slides the ramp down. Ryan's over his pout,
laughing with Chubby about something Chubby said. I can only imagine how
bizarre it was. Nobody can pout long around Chubby; he won't allow it. He
ruffles Ryan's hair and the two of them pass the equipment down to me. I
ask Chubby, "How come you didn't remind me to bring a lunch?" He goes,
"Because you were too grumpy this morning. Didn't you see my brown bag
lunch?" I go, "I saw the brown bag, but didn't know what was in it." He
says, "What's in it is your lunch and mine, because I gotta take care of my
big brother." I smile, and say, "Thanks, little brother, I'll bring our
lunch tomorrow." He jumps down from the bed of the truck, saying, "Good
idea, we'll alternate," and he gives me a hug. Damn, I love him! We've all
got different assignment then yesterday's and we go to it with Derek
handling the ride-on mower. The idea is for the rest of us to finish by the
time he finishes cutting the grass and bagging the clippings. Ryan and I
exchange grins whenever we're in the same area, and after the first lawns
been done and we're loading the truck he sneaks a goose in on my ass. We
look at each other with desire in our eyes; I guess last night's heat is on
us still. I gulp, wanting to kiss him, but instead I squeeze the back of
his neck, asking, "How ya doing, hottie?" He mumbles, "Good, sit with me on
the ride, okay?" I go, "You bet," and we climb into the truck bed.

Chubby's on the other side of the big mower so Ryan holds my hand between
his left thigh and my right one as we stare at each other riding to the
next job. I've got a boner in my shorts as I hop over the tailgate to help
Derek lower it. He mutters, "Thanks, Dylan," and I feel good getting a
'thanks' from the assistant boss. I react well to authority
figures. Chubby, not so much. Ryan and I bump against one another while
working, whenever we dare. On the third job he and I are on one side of the
house while Derek's riding the mower and Chubby's weed whacking along the
front edge of the lawn. Ryan says, "Kiss me quickly, Dylan," and I do,
thinking I saw movement in the kitchen window as I kissed him. "I think
someone saw us kiss, Ryan," as I try licking the sweat left around my lips
from Ryan's face. I got it bad for Ryan. He goes, "Oh, shit!" and
laughs. Then he shrugs and adds, "Yeah, what the fuck, so there are a
couple of gay boys cutting their grass; what do they care." For lunch break
Tuesday Derek parks the truck next to a wooded area off the road and then
calls Robby to tell him where we are. He comes around to the back of the
truck as I hop out to help with the tailgate. When we have it down, he says
to Ryan and Chubby, "Pass the cooler down." Derek doesn't smoke, so Chubby
asks, "Is it okay if we smoke ?" surprising me he'd even ask. Derek says,
"It's okay with me, just don't do it near me. Secondhand smoke kills too."
Chubby goes, "That's just propaganda from the spoiled-sports who have a
hard-on for smokers." Derek mutters, "Yeah, I guess lung cancer's
propaganda too." Chubby's like, "People who have never smoked, and weren't
ever near smokers, get lung cancer too." Derek goes, "Yeah, yeah, yeah,
just don't smoke around me." Chubby's muttering, "Just saying," as he
smirks at me.

Us three worker bees share a couple of cigarettes, but only when we're away
from Derek. Ryan's lipping the filters as badly as I do, except he's not
trying to be funny by doing it. It's his awesome full lips that cause him
to do wet the filter naturally. Mischievously, Chubby asks him, "You learn
that trick from your twin?" Ryan's like, "What trick?" blushing, probably
thinking it's a reference to something about sex. Chubby chuckles and pats
Ryan's shoulder, muttering, "It's okay, we like spit, don't we Dylan?" Ryan
still doesn't get it so I show him the wet filter, and Ryan's like, "What?"
so I tell him, "We're just teasing ya." After the cigarettes Ryan gets one
of the vending machine sandwiches from the cooler and Chubby gets his brown
bag lunch; we all grab a bottle of cold water. Chubby goes, "We gotta
remember to bring Snapple or something to drink with lunch. We drink water
all the time to stay hydrated, but at lunch I need something different to
drink," Ryan says, "Me too, and this sandwich sucks." I give him half of
mine.

Chubby made us sub sandwiches on rolls with salami, provolone, tomatoes,
onions, hot cherry peppers and olive oil with a sprinkle of oregano. He
says, "Ya know what they call these subs in Philly?" I guess, "Subs?" and
he says, "Of course not, they're called hoagies." Ryan and me say,
"Hoagies? Never heard of that." We're done our lunch just as Robby drives
up in his pickup. There's a kid in the shotgun seat; obviously Dodger's
replacement. They get out of the pickup and Robby waves us down to where
Derek's sitting on the cooler, done his lunch. We wander down as Derek's
filling Robby in on the morning's work. As we walk up, Robby's give Derek a
pat on the back, saying, "Okay, that's perfect," then to us, "Good job this
morning; all of you." The new kid's about as tall as Robby, standing next
to him with a blank expression on his face, holding his hat at his
side. He's not cute, but not awful looking either; maybe hot in an unusual
way. A normal face with a normal parted-on-the-side hair style. Brown hair
and eyes with a stray blemish here and there; four of them to go with a
dozen freckles across his nose, which is slightly too big for the rest of
his facial features. Average build with tattoos up his right forearm that
aren't cool at all. Chubby and I have cool small tattoos on our left bicep
near our shoulder. Like Chubby, Robby, and me, this new kid wears an
earring; only one, in his left ear and he's dressed like the rest of
us. Robby says, "Guys, this is William Lee Jefferson, do not call him Billy
or Billy Lee. I found that out the hard way," and he chuckles looking at
Billy Lee, who looks at Robby without changing expression. Robby goes on,
"William worked for Frazier Landscaping the last two seasons, but wanted a
change of scenery so he applied here. We have an unexpected opening and I'm
glad to have him on our team." Then Robby introduces each of us as William
does a quick handshake with us as we're introduced. "This is Jeffrey
Romero, better known as, Chubby." Chubby reaches out his hand to shake
William's hand, saying, "Nice to meet you, Billy Lee," and without missing
a beat William says, "Same here, Jeffrey," but without the grin Chubby's
showing. Chubby said 'Billy Lee' in a way that was obviously friendly, not
challenging. He can get away with saying stuff like that. I can't, but
Chubby has that way about him. After the introductions, Robby says, "I'll
work with William this afternoon to be sure we do things the same way as
they do it at Frazier, and I'll probably learn something from him. Let's
get moving now." Robby and William walk back to Robby's pickup without me
getting the chance to find out news about Dodger's situation, but Robby
doesn't seem despondent like he was yesterday.

We climb into the bed of the truck and off we go for a rather easy
afternoon's work. At the second afternoon job us worker bees are done the
trimming and leaf blowing before Derek's done with the lawn, so there's
time for a smoke. As we share a cigarette Chubby's telling Ryan factoids of
a dubious nature. I'm glancing over at Robby and William standing near the
pickup. Robby's talking on his cell phone and William sees me looking at
him. He stares at our group for a couple of seconds, says something to
Robby, and wanders towards us. He's one of those kids with a cool way of
walking; almost a swagger. Years ago I tried to teach myself to walk cool,
but it never worked out for me so I'm stuck with walking normally. When he
gets to us, Chubby looks up, and says, "What's up Billy Lee?" and William
says, "Just wondering if I could bun a cigarette off you, Jeffrey. We
weren't allowed to smoke the last place I worked so I didn't bring my
smokes today." Chubby says, "Sure," and holds out his pack, then his lit
cigarette for William to light his cigarette from. William smokes cool too,
but I'm not sure why that is. Just the way he jerks the cigarette away from
his lips after a drag, I guess. He asks, pointing the hand holding the
cigarette at Chubby, then me, "You two brothers?" Chubby goes, "We are,"
and William says, "Yeah, you look alike." I'm wondering how come nobody
ever noticed we look alike before? Maybe as we're getting older we're
looking more alike then when we were kids, although Tris said we always
looked alike.

It's the brown/blond thing with the hair and and eyes, plus our different
complexions that must throw people off. That, plus everyone knew we weren't
brothers, although we were. Robby calls William, who mutters, "The boss is
calling, thanks for the cigarette, Jeffrey." Chubby just nods his head with
a wry grin on his face as William swaggers back to Robby. They get in the
pickup and off they go to the next job. I ask, "What do you make of
William, Chubby?" He goes, "Billy Lee? He's cool, no problem. Just not
gregarious like me." Ryan asks, "Gregarious?" and gets another squeeze at
the back of his neck. He's so innocent at times, so cute too. He pushes his
glasses up with his forefinger, saying, "I'm wearing my sunglasses
tomorrow." I ask, "Why didn't you wear them yesterday and today?" He
shrugs, "I don't know, didn't think of it." Derek's done cutting the grass
and now the ride-on mower's on the truck along with all the other
equipment, so he calls out, "Lets go. Two more jobs and we're done for the
day." He hasn't turned out to be the complete asshole I thought he'd be,
but he isn't friendly either. The last two jobs go quickly and we're back
at the company building a little after three. After taking everything off
the truck and cleaning it, Derek calls us together, and says, "Good job
today. I thought you guys were a cub scout troop went I first met you, but
you're good workers. I've got a good report for Rob about all three of
you. See you in the morning. We got big properties to work tomorrow and
I'll be working with you." We mumble, "Thanks, Derek." The three of us
wander into the locker room to wash-up and change clothes. Chubby says, "We
gotta wash both these uniform tonight, Dylan." I go, "I'll do it
Chubby. Um, Ryan you want me to do your's too?" He nods his head up and
down real fast, saying, "That's so nice of you, Dylan," then to Chubby,
"You got and awesome brother!" Chubby says, "Don't I know it," which
naturally has be beaming. I'm a sucker for compliments; just love 'em.

When we're in our street clothes I collect Chubby's and Ryan's sweating
uniforms and put them in the plastic laundry bag the company supplies for
this purpose, and walk outside next to Ryan. He says to me, "You need to
come up with a reason for not going to work one morning this week. You
know, so you can sleep with me." Damn, just him saying that has me groping
my pecker with my free hand. My other hand is holding the end of the
laundry bag of dirty uniforms. I say, "I will, Ryan. Count on it,
boyfriend," and he smiles bumping his side into me and putting his arm
around my waist. We walk a couple of steps like that, then I'm like,
"Ryaaan! Your arm." He blushes, saying, "Oh jeez, I'm an idiot, but no one
saw us." Smiling at him, I whisper, "I've yearned to kiss you all day. It's
awesome working with you 'cause I get to look at you."

He mumbles, "Damn, you say the nicest things to me, Dylan. Thanks, and it's
right back at ya too." Chubby yells back, "Ya ready, Dylan, " and Ryan
says, "Ride home with me, Dylan." And he said it kinda authoritatively,
more an order then a request. I can't resist that. I yell to Chubby, "I
gotta help Ryan with something. I'll see you at home; your night to make
dinner." He goes, "That's cool, see ya later." I go, "Whaddaya wanna do,
Ryan?" He says, "First we're going to wait around and connect with our
boyfriend," and he puts his arm around my waist, saying, "In the meantime
come over here," and he leads me to the alcove. "Bend your head down,
Dyan," and his voice is so cool, so confident. I bend down and Ryan kisses
me with his excellent lips while scrunching my dick and balls. Not hurting
me; it's arousing me, and I get a very hard boner... my arms go around his
neck as I moan, "Ooooh, Ryan," into his mouth. His tongue captures mine and
he sucks on it getting me squirming in his arms. Ryan rubs the head of my
cock and I'm going, "Um, um, um, aaah! I'm going to cum Ryan." He goes back
to sucking my tongue and rubbing my boner; his other hands is rubbing his
fingers through my hair. Now he stokes my boner the little bit he can
through my cargo shorts; it's enough to get me to cum in my pants, going,
"Ahhhh,' in my throat. Ryan feels my cum wet through my shorts as another
stream of cum shoots from my cock. He takes his mouth away and lifts his
fingers to my lips, say quietly, "My second dominant partner use to do this
to me, and I liked it... hope you do too." I lick at his fingers and he put
them in my mouth; I suck on them, as he says, "He's the one I learned how
to kiss the way I do, but I have even better lips than him."  He pulls his
fingers out, and gets kinda excited like Ryan can get over almost anything,
asking, "Did you like it, Dylan?" I'm panting as my arms hug around his
neck pulling him into me to kiss his forehead, which is level with my mouth
when we're standing straight. I gasp and say, "Yes, Ryan, but now I've got
cum soaked underwear and my cargo shorts have a wet spot at my lap." Ryan
hugs me back and says, "Pull your tee-shirt out, it'll cover the cum
spot. That was awesome, I've been thinking about doing it all day. Did you
really like it?" I do Ryan's head nod up and down real fast, and say in his
excited way, "Yes, Ryan, it was awesome." He laughs saying, "You're getting
more like me every day," and I go, "Good!" Ryan takes my hand and leads me
out of the alcove, saying, "We gotta find Rob and find out what's up with
his brother." I follow him thinking, 'Willie and Ryan do a lot of the same
thing, so it's gotta be from their earlier submissive days when their
dominant partners treated then like... we'll, treated them like their
girlfriend. I don't mind it with Ryan because I'm positive he's not
thinking that, but Willie... I wonder about that. Ryan's truly an innocent
who's having the time of his life; me too because I really like his milder
form of dominance. With Willie it was different. When we're outside Ryan
lets go of my hand, and says, "You're so generous letting me live my dream,
better than my dream actually. Believe me, I know you could drop me and
have three other gay boys vying for your attention the next day. I
appreciate you going along with me on my; um, my attempt to be like Rob
when he's not with us. It's so much fun for me, but I know when it's all
said and done you're the one who's doing both Rob and me a favor." I say,
"That's absolutely not true, I'm the one's who's grateful for you two."

Ryan starts to say something, but stops when we hear Robby calling to us,
"Over here guys, thanks for sticking around." We look up and there's our
boyfriend, so we jog over to him. Robby's looking around, backing-up
between two big trucks. The only people still in the building are Robby's
parents and maybe a design guy or two in the business side of the
office. Robby gets his arm around Ryan's neck first, pulling his head over
for a hello kiss that last forever it seems, but it's probably ten seconds
or so. Ryan's arms wrap around Robby and he continues clinging to Robby
after the kiss, his head on Robby's shoulder. "I've missed you Rob, are you
okay?" Robby kisses the top of Ryan's head, "I'm fine, has your twin been
taking good care of you?" Ryan goes, "Uh huh," and Robby says, "Come on
over here Dylan and get your hello kiss." I'd been standing a couple of
feet away watching those two, feeling jealous as hell... of both of them. I
grin and walk over and it's a three way hug with Ryan in the middle. Robby
kisses me for ten seconds too and then I cling to him like Ryan's doing,
mumbling, "I missed you more than Ryan, Rob." He chuckles at that feeble
comment of mine as I kiss his face a couple of times; I have missed him
more than I realized. Robby runs his fingers through my hair, saying, "It
seems like a long time since I've gotten a hug or a kiss from either of my
twin boyfriends, and it's only been a day and a half. You two are so
special to me." Ryan's head is right there so I kiss the top of his head
too. Ryan mumbles, "Thanks for the kiss, twin." Taking a deep breath, I let
go of them both, blushing a little and feeling foolish now. As I'm stepping
back, Robby says to Ryan, "Let me give Dylan and hug, Ryan." He reluctantly
let's go of Robby and I take his place for a tight hug from Robby. "I love
you so much, Dylan," and a kiss on the side go my face and then another
sweet kiss on my lips. "How's my boyfriend been?" I say, "Worried about you
and Dodger, Rob. What's the latest news?" We let go of each other and Robby
says, "Come on over to the supervisor's cafe and I'll buy you two a soda
from the vexing machine. I'll tell you both about it then." We walk towards
the main entrance; Robby in between Ryan and me, his arm loosely around
both our necks, asking, "How's Derek treating you?" Ryan says, "He's been
fine, right Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, he's no problem. He's all business and not
real friendly, but he treats everyone the same. You told him we're
boyfriends, Rob?" Robby goes, "Yeah, I didn't want him to find out on his
own somehow; it might seem like we're hiding the fact we're gay, or we're
ashamed of it. I'm proud to be your boyfriend, both of you. I didn't
mention Ryan because he's not 'out' and it's not my place to 'out' him to
anyone." Ryan says, "I don't care if he knows, Rob. I just don't want my
parents to know, not yet anyway." Robby says, "We'll leave it like it is
for now, Ryan."

Inside the building Robby lets go of us and we walk into a smallish room
with two round tables, six chairs around each, and two vending
machines. There's a Keurig coffee machine with various boxes of coffees and
hot chocolate K-cups next to it is on a small counter. I go, "So this is
where the bosses eat their lunch." Robby says, "Mostly the office staff. Us
field supervisors use it in the morning before the office workers show up
for work. What do you guys want to drink?" I say, "A Coke's good for me,"
and my twin says, "Me too." Robby makes himself a coffee and we sit at the
table with our drinks. Robby says, "Well, Dodger's going in the
Army. That's final, but last night mom, dad, and me had a long talk with
Dodger. It started out contentious of course because my parents were
furious at my brother, but he had the three of us eating out of his hand,
so ta speak, by the time we went to bed. Dodger went into this long tale of
how he's been in my shadow his whole life, making it seem like I'm the
golden boy or something." Ryan says, "Well you are, Rob," and Robby's like,
"I'm far from it. I've been shy my whole life and I have Dylan to thank for
helping me get over that. When he became my boyfriend I realized I'm okay;
ya know, if someone as cool as Dylan falls in love with me it sort of tells
me I'm okay, and then you too, Ryan; you further bolstered my self
confidence. You two don't know how much you've done for me." Ryan goes, "I
can say the same for you, Rob, even more actually. And Dylan too," as he
takes my hand and holds it right in front of Robby. I squeeze back on his
hand and we exchange grins. Robby says, "Well, Dodger has me on a pedestal
or something claiming I'm a star baseball player and real popular in
school. Things I've never felt, but that's the way he sees it. He wants to
forge his own claim to fame and he needs to get out on his own to do
that. Dodger's been planning to join the Army for a year now, and he's been
in touch with the recruiter for the last six months. It's a crazy idea, but
we ended up respecting Dodger's view of his life and we support him. I even
think dad, in particular, is kind of proud of Dodger for making this bold
move. It is kind of gutsy of him." I ask, "So Vinnie dumping him had
nothing to do with Dodger doing this?" Robby goes, "No, but it's the reason
Dodger was in such a bad mood. Vinnie didn't dump Dodger per se, he got in
a snit when Dodger told him he's joining the Army. Vinnie's broken hearted
about that, but those two spent all day together. I talked with Dodger ten
minutes ago and they're fine now." "Did Dodger tell your parent's he's
gay?" "No, Dylan, the 'rents think Dodger and Vinnie are just best
friends." I ask, "Is Dodger in Connor's group going to basic training next
week?" "Yep, Dodger conned the recruiter. He said he'd join the Navy if he
couldn't go to basic training with Connor. The recruiters are always
desperate for recruits of course, so he arranged for Dodger to join the
Army with Connor; they're on the buddy system. They'll probably be deployed
together after basic training too. It's certainly a bright spot in this
whole mess." I asks, "So everyone's on board with Dodger's decision to
join?" Robby says, "I wouldn't go that far, we're resigned to it is closer
to the case, but we're supporting Dodger too. I'm sick about it myself
because I'll miss him something terrible, and so will my parents." I go,
"Me too. So it's a duel going away party Saturday night, huh?" Robby goes,
"Yep, and my parents are chipping in now paying to have it catered; with
the extra money we can have a live band at the party. It'll be bigger now
with Dodger's friends coming too." Ryan asks, "Am I invited, Rob?" He says,
"Um, no, Ryan, you need to be the only person we know who's not invited."

Ryan frowns and starts a pout like only us twins can do it, when Robby
says, "You nut, of course you're invited. That goes without saying. Jeez!"
Ryan grins, muttering, "I knew that. I was kidding you." Robby squeezes
Ryan's arm so Ryan lets go of my hand and leans into Robby.

Kinda sweet actually and only makes me a little jealous.

So we're going to need to go on living without Dodger or Connor in our
lives for a few years, which makes me sad, but it's what both boys want so
we gotta respect their wishes. I ask, "Do Connor and Dodger even know each
other?" Robby says, "They've met a couple of times, but mostly it's been
three months of emails between them. Both of them are so likable they'll
get along great together. Dodger's keeping his gayness a secret through, so
don't mention it to Connor. He might be scared off if he knew Dodger was
gay." I go, "No, Connor wouldn't be like that, he's very open minded and
not judgmental at all. Dodger should tell him." Robby shrugs, "Dodger can
decide for himself." I go, "Uh huh," thinking I might suggest to Connor at
the party he confess to his Army buddy, Dodger, he's gay. Something good
might come of that. Connor and Dodger, the odd couple, but they just might
compliment each other. Neither of them can come out and say they're gay to
the Army though, or to their fellow recruits, because there are still some
bigots out there, and lets be honest, a lot of recruits probably aren't
Rhodes scholars. Robby says, "Dodger's supposedly picking up Connor
tomorrow so they can get better acquainted before Saturday's party." I ask,
"Dodger's going to Connor's apartment?  That's a bad neighborhood."

Robby's like, "No, no, Connor won't allow Dodger to do that. He'll somehow
get himself to Sal's pizza shop and Dodger will meet him there." I know how
Connor will get to Sal's, he'll walk the five miles. Man, Connor's gonna
think the Army's great compared to his home life. We talk about Connor and
Dodger going into the Army until we almost have ourselves convinced it's a
good idea they joined. It isn't for Dodger, but I believe it's Connor's
only way out of his intolerable situation at home. For Connor I can see it,
it doesn't make me happy, but I can understand it. For Dodger, not so
much. It'll be good for Connor that Dodger's with him though, so that's a
bright spot, fer sure. I'll miss then both.

Done with that topic, Robby tells us about interviewing guys to replace
Dodger on the crew, and how William was the best choice available. He tells
us about some of the other applicants, including a spindly girl who he had
to go through the motions of interviewing even though he'd never hire her
in a million years. His dad said he needs to interview everyone so no job
discrimination problems develop. His dad wanted to hire a minority, but
none applied. Then the conversation came around to us. Robby says, "Ryan,
tonight's Dylan's night. Wednesday night it's your night and Thursday, if
you twins want to you can have a night together. Dylan's told me how light
you two have become so it's only fair you have a night by yourselves;
you've fallen in love, which I'm jealous about, but I guess it was
inevitable since you're both so special." He's referring to Ryan and my
turn to be with him, but us twins having a night every third day is awesome
and very smart of Robby, ballsy too. Ryan I look at Robby, both of us doing
Ryan's fast head nod, saying, "Thanks, Rob." I swear to God, I wasn't
planning to do the head nod or saying 'thanks Rob,' in unison with Ryan;
it's embarrassing to me. Dammit, I'm going to break myself of that damn
fast head nod if it kills me. Naturally it made Robby laugh and ruffle both
Ryan's and my hair, saying, "You too are so funny together, you both do and
say exactly the same things." I'm too easily influenced or something and
now I'm imitating Ryan unconsciously; it used to be kinda funny, but now
it's annoying me and I'm going to correct it somehow. Anyway, Ryan should
be imitating me, I'm suppose to be Robby's number one boyfriend, and we've
been boyfriends for over two years. Yeah, but lately I'm lucky if I'm even
an equal boyfriend. If I'm objective about it, I shouldn't be surprised
that Robby's so enamored with Ryan because I am too. It's Ryan's
subservient personality; totally without ego and he's so sincerely sweet
and open about everything, and self deprecating at the same time. Cute as
hell too and that's quite a package he's got going for himself, and he
doesn't even know it. Robby and I do though. The way it's trending with the
three of us it's going to be Robby and me being twin boyfriends of
Ryan's. Robby and I look more like twins anyway. We used to be called the
bobbsey twins two summers ago, but that's because we have identical
two-tone blond hair and we're the same size. Okay, and we're both cute too
I guess. Robby says, "I gotta take some mail to the post office, I'll pick
you up around seven, Dylan." I ask, "What will we do tonight, Rob?"

He says, "Anything you want." I go, "Um, this is just a suggestion, but
couldn't all three of us go bowling or see a movie and then later you and I
could do something alone. Ya know, because it's my turn." Robby opens his
eyes wide, surprised I'd suggest that. He goes, "It's up to you, it's your
night." Ryan says, "That'd be awesome!" as he holds my hand in both of his,
saying, "Thanks, Dylan." Robby smiles at us, then says, "Well okay then,
but lets do candlepin bowling because a movie will run to late. I gotta be
in bed by eleven on work nights." Ryan and I do his fast head nod, saying,
"Great, Rob," together as my face turns red and Robby laughs at us again,
rubbing our hair, asking, "Do you two practice that?" Ryan says, "No,
Dylan's picking up all my habits." Trying to be a good sport, I say, "Yeah,
I'm getting little round eyeglasses this weekend too." They both chuckle,
then Robby says, "Saturday's haircut day and I gotta say I really like that
haircut you gave Chubby. We'll all get short burr haircuts like that on
Saturday, and we'll be glad we have them as the weather heats up." Ryan
goes, "Whatever you say, Rob." Then he goes, " Ah," and he drops his head
to peers up with his eyes at the top of their sockets, adding, "Can I give
Dylan his haircut, Rob? Pleeeeze!" Without consulting me, Robby says, "You
can start it, Ryan, but if you run into, um, problem I'll take over. Okay?"
This time only Ryan's nodding his head up and down real fast, saying,
"Okay, thanks, Rob." I'm not thinking it's such a good idea; certainly not
as good an idea as I thought it was when I was in bed with Ryan.

Robby ends our meeting, asking, "Do you both have a ride home?" We go,
"Yep, see you tonight, Rob." We all do goodbye kisses even though it's not
goodbye for Ryan and me. It's just a habit to do the kisses now. Robby got
us doing it some time ago and we don't even think about it anymore.

Actually now I can see that Robby actually did a hell of a good job
managing our threesome right from the start. Thinking back on it, obviously
his first order of business was to put me in my place getting me on board
totally with the threesome concept, and then it developed a life of it's
own and here we are, one happy threesome. Damn! He's good. Ryan says,
"Yippee, I get to give you a haircut. It's only right: you give Rob a
haircut, he gives me one, and I give you one." Then he sees that I'm not
nearly as excited about it as he is, and asks, "Aren't you happy Rob's
letting me give you the haircut?" To avoid the question, I run my fingers
through Ryan's soft hair saying, "I'm disappointed I can't be the one who
gives you a haircut." Ryan says, "Ask Rob, maybe he'll let you." I say,
"Yeah, I will. Um, aren't you concerned that you, ah... you know, don't
know how to cut hair?" He goes, "No, not really. I'll just be like you and
Rob; you guys didn't know how at first either. I want to be like you guys,
but you didn't answer my question, so I guess you don't want me giving you
a haircut, right?" No way can I hurt his feelings when he's giving me those
puppy dog eyes. I hug him to me and kiss his lips quickly saying, "I'm
happy you're gonna do it; I just hope I don't cum in my pants again, that's
all. You're so sexy I just might." He smiles and kisses me back, saying,
"I'm gonna fuck you this afternoon, that's what I'm gonna do." My eyes
shine as I ask, "Are you going to do a dominant fuck or a lover's fuck on
my ass?" He says, "It's gonna be a dominant lover's fuck in my bed. Mom and
dad are out for the night. They went to Foxwood to see a show and gamble a
little. Let's go," and he takes my hand and leads me outside where he drops
my hand, turns to me, and says, "You'll never know how much I appreciate
you, and that's because I don't know the words to describe it. All I know
is I was happy as Rob's boyfriend, but my happiness level is off the charts
now that you're my boyfriend too. We all have twin boyfriends now, don't
we." Damn, that's what I was thinking awhile ago: that Robby and me would
be Ryan's twin boyfriends and now he kinda sees it like that too. I say,
"Yeah, we do, Ryan, but Robby's still our main boyfriend, right?" He goes,
"Yep, when we're with him, but when we're I'm the main boyfriend. Lets go."
I follow him thinking, 'He said that definitively without asking 'right'
and the end of his statement'. And you know what, he's right. I catch up
and put my arm around his neck, saying, "You get me hot, main boyfriend."
He mutters, "I know, and it's the most awesome thing too. You get me hot
too: you get me the hottest."

When we're in his mom's car he wiggles his index finger in that 'come here'
way and I lean over so he can get my head between his hands and talk to me
with his face close to mine. "In my bed I want you to suck my feet and rim
my asshole again, then I'm going to cum in your mouth." That said, he
kisses me in that remarkable way he kisses; I'm groping my cock before he's
done with the kiss. He says, "You're delicious," retuning my compliment
from the other night. I ask, "You're not going to fuck me?" He says,
"That's for later, now get your seatbelt on." I'm in a fog trying to get my
boner comfortable in my pants. I go, "Oh yeah," and click my seatbelt. Ryan
nods his approval, gives me a grin and then drive over-safely to his
house. It's four-fifteen in the afternoon so we got plenty of time and I'm
excited. He gets me hot. Gawd, he's the sexiest boy ever and he doesn't
even try; it's everything that makes him who he is that's hot, and Robby
and I helped him get to this point. Ryan doesn't see himself as a nerd
anymore and I certainly don't so either. At a red-light, Ryan says,
"Thursday's the night you're staying with me. I told my mom I was having a
friend over to work on a computer thing and inferred if we're working late
so that you might spend the night, but of course you're definitely spending
the night." Hot shit, I love that Ryan just stated that as fact. I got
myself another Robby and it gets my dick stirring. I love this. Just to
reinforce little Ryan's in charge, I simply say, "Yes, Ryan. If you say I'm
sleeping over Thursday night, then Thursday night it is. I'll cover myself
as far as my brother and my mom go." He adds, "If I decide to do some
dominant sex you'll need to wear the ball gag because my parents might hear
you, but you've had it in your mouth before so that shouldn't be a
problem." Then he chuckles saying, "How am I doing being Rob with you?" I
say, "You're a perfect Rob; and nothing like a dominant boy I used to be
hung up on," and I tell him about Willie. As Ryan's parking in their three
car garage, he says, "Willie sounds like Victor. This kid Victor was my
first dom partner and he was selfish and narcissistic too. I'd never be
like that, I want to be just like Rob." I go, "Good," and he says, "This is
so much fun. Every day is fun for me, every day since I met, Rob that
is. Before that, not so much."

Inside the front door we both stop and look at the spot in the foyer where
Ryan fucked me wilder then I've ever been fucked before. We had incredible
hots for each other and we both climaxed in like three minutes. Ryan
mutters, "That was so crazy," and I go, "Yeah, I think we'd just realized
that we we're in love." Ryan goes, "Uh uh, I knew I was in love with you;
it's when I realized you were in love with me that drove me into a sexual
frenzy. Like I told ya a while ago, you were gonna fall for me if I do the
dominant stuff on you; that's if you're a true submissive and you surely
are. I fell for guys I didn't even like. It's weird, I know." As we're
going upstairs, with Ryan holding my hand, I say, "But the dominant sex
isn't why I fell in love with you. It's for a lot of reasons."

he goes, "I know and that why I'm so excited about it. You fell in love
with me, not the dominant sex 'cause we didn't do nearly enough to have a
major effect on you. Whatever the reason it's thrilling to me. I'm
floating, Dylan." Inside his bedroom, he goes, "Undress me," so I do,
folding each piece of clothing neatly. He's not wearing much, a shirt,
shorts, jockey shorts, and sneakers with socks. As I'm undressing him I'm
thinking it gonna be dominant sex, but then he says, "Now I'll undress
you. It's sexy to me to undress my boyfriend and have him undress me. I've
only done it with you, of course; I'm always the submissive in my past sex
encounters, with Rob too." I go, "Having you undress me is a little sexy I
guess, but I never thought about it before." When we're both naked Ryan
says, "Suck my cock, Dylan," and I go down on my knees and take his cock in
my mouth as he says, "Damn, that's so cool that you do what I say. It could
become addictive; telling you what to do, I mean." I smile around his cock,
then take it out, holding it in my fingers, and say, "I like it, Ryan. You
do Rob great." He rubs my hair saying, "Ooooh, I love you!" It doesn't take
much sucking for Ryan to spring a hard boner and mine gets stiff just from
sucking his. He says, "Stand up now," and I do, standing tall in front of
my little boss. He pulls my head down and gives me his special kiss for a
minute or so and we both have tight, hard boners now. Taking mine in his
little fist he leads me past the desk to his bed and give a tug upwards on
my cock to indicate I need to get in the bed, so I do. He pulls the covers
down to the foot of the bed and gets in beside me. We make-out for awhile
and when I'm real hot and aroused, he quietly says, "Lick my naked body
starting at me feet. Stroking myself a few times I scoot down to the foot
of the bed and pick up his foot to lick and smell, keeping my eyes on
Ryan's eyes. He's cleaning his glass with a piece of material, saying, "I
need to keep my glasses on to see your cute face clearly. I should get
contacts like everyone else." His toes are in my mouth so I just nod my
head and keep sucking on his toes as he wiggles them. His feet smell like
they've been in sneakers all day, because they have. Working outdoors no
less. It's the first time any part of Ryan has been the slightest
stinky. Usually he smells sexy good, and clean too. As if reading my mind,
he asks, "Don't my feet smell?" I stop licking the sole of his foot, and
say, "Yeah, but I don't mind because it's your foot. Most feet that smell
like your's I'd go eeewww." He laughs his little boy laugh; that's what it
sounds like, a little kid's innocent laugh. It's almost a giggle, but not
quite. I like to hear it, and smile at him. Ryan says, "Lick my other
stinky foot," and I do, then begin licking his leg, which doesn't smell
stinky at all. When I've licked all around his knee, I stop to say, "Um,
Ryan, can we keep this to ourselves. Keep it between you and me; and not
tell Robby, ya know." He says, "Sure, Dylan, everything we do together
stays between you and me. That's what Rob said, remember?" I go, "Oh yeah."
I remembered, I just wanted to make sure Ryan remembered. Robby likes when
I do this with him and I want it to be special for Robby, not something I
do with Ryan too. If I hadn't done this with Ryan on my own, he probably
never would have thought to tell me to do it. I like doing it, but it'd be
better if Robby thinks it's my special submissive act for him alone.

By the time I've licked up his thigh his scent is filling my head. My nose
drags along his flesh and it's got my cock's so hard it's just this side of
painful, feeling as good as a boner can feel without being stroked or
embedded in a hot boy's rectum. I've licked my way to his crotch now and
his oder is very strong, almost sweet. His scrotum is sticky from sweating
in the sun and the same for his cock and where the top of his leg meets his
body. It's almost too strong of a oder, but not quite and as I inhale
deeply and feeling dizzy with the scent rolling around my olfactory glands,
transmitting the oder to my brain in the area controlling smell and memory,
which is why certain smells remind us of past memories. I never expect to
encounter another scent just like Ryan, but I've memorized it now and I
could be blindfolded and know Ryan just from his smell. In fact, just from
their smell, I could pick out Ryan, Chubby, Robby, and a couple of other
boys from a thousand naked young men, and isn't that a hot thought... a
thousand naked young men, I mean. Their personal scent is in my memory
banks, it's also in my pleasure banks. Certain boy's scent acts like an
aphrodisiac to me and Ryan is in that group now.

Another deep inhale and I close my eyes with my precum dripping onto Ryan's
leg. He rubs my hair asking quietly, "Do you like how I smell, Dylan?" like
he can't believe it. I do his fast head nob up and down, saying, "Oh yeah,
Ryan!" He mumbles, "Thanks, I thought I was crazy getting so excited by the
way you smell. I'm glad someone else enjoys the smell of their
boyfriend. Rob says he doesn't smell anything distinct about me, but I
already told you that." I lick his sweaty scrotum, then say, "Yeah ya told
me, and I said he needs to go to a nose doctor 'cause your body smells
sexy; I can't get enough of it. That's one of the reasons I like licking
your body. It gets my nose right on your perfect skin." Ryan mutters, "You
say the nicest things to me, much more than Rob. I think you love me more
than he does." I go, "I wouldn't doubt it Ryan; I'm all in where you're
concerned. You're really special and I'm staying on your good side, not
taking any chances you'll lose interest in me." He goes, "I won't, Dylan, I
promise. Give me a kiss." I lean forward and we kiss a lover's kiss and
there's no doubt about it anymore, I'm in love with this him. He hugs me
around the neck and playfully says, "There's your kiss, now get back to
worshipping my body." I go, "Yes, master," and get a kiss from him on the
top of my head.

I lick his scrotum, then through his pubic hairs until they're plastered to
his body. Stopping to fish out a couple of random dark pubic hairs from my
mouth, I say, "No more pubes come Saturday afternoon," Ryan's like, "I'm
looking forward to that. Your's are about a half inch long now, did they
itch growing out?" I go, "Some, but it wasn't a problem," and I go back to
licking my lolly pop boyfriend starting at his nipples licking until
they're hard and then I lick down his belly with Ryan complaining it
tickles. Sucking on his belly button, then down to his cock. We've both had
boners for fifteen minutes now. I suck his cock draining out precum, then
lift his legs pushing them back; Ryan holds them there as I start licking
his ass. First one cheek, then the other. Long sucking kisses on each
buttocks too and finally I run my tongue back and forth in his ass crack,
right over his anus. Then concentrate on just the anus, basically kisses
his anus lips, then lapping at them and finally sucking his anus; I'm
really into it, moaning almost as much as Ryan as he squirms on the bed,
the back of his thighs held against his stomach, his feet in the air. My
tongue goes into his ass and I gunt and hump my hips, then blow my orgasm
on the sheet, then a long "Ahhh," as another good squirt of cum joins it's
brothers. Ryan moans, "Suck my boner, Dylan." Still shooting little plops
of cum from my cock, I suck Ryan's dripping boner into my mouth and suck on
it while my tongue licks the head over and over. Ryan humps up off the
mattress doing one of my squeals as he pumps his load in my mouth, lots of
creamy cum that has a pleasant, although indescribable taste. Swallowing a
mouthful of cum I suck out some more with Ryan flouncing around on his bed,
his legs over my shoulders now with his heels on my back. When I can't suck
anymore spunk out I look up, dazed. Ryan looks dazed too. He mutters, "That
was so awesome, Dylan. No one's ever sucked me off before. You're the
first." I ask, "Rob never sucks your cock?" He goes, "Oh no, with Rob I'm
strictly the submissive. I've sucked him off fifty times at least, but I've
never licked his feet or rimmed him." I'm walking on all fours up the
mattress to lay down next to Ryan, who wraps me in his arms, saying,
"Nobody but you treats me this good, Dylan. You bring me pleasures I've
never experienced before; lots of it too. Thank you so much," and a long
kiss on the side of my face. I mutter, "I like doing it with you, Ryan. You
and Rob too, of course." He says, sternly, "And no one else." I say, "Um,
Ryan, I'm going to ask you a favor. I want you to tell me it okay with you
because I need your approval or I'll have a killer guilty
conscience. Mostly I want to be honest with both you and Rob." I tell him
as much about Connor as I can think of, emphasizing what a wonderful kid he
is, and what a horrible home life he's had, and how he has a innocent sweet
crush on me, and now he's going in the Army. I say, "What I'm asking is for
you to let me out of my promise to keep my sex within our threesome so I
can give Connor a fuck before he goes in the Army. It will mean a lot to
him and make me feel good too, like I'm doing my part to be a good friend."
Ryan's rubbing my body lightly as I talk, now he says, "I think that's
sweet of you, Dylan, and it's extra sweet you asked me if it's okay. Would
he fuck you or you him?" I go, "Me doing him, please understand he's an old
friend, we've never been boyfriends or anything, but I sorta promised him I
do it with him before I fell in love with you." Ryan says, "Sure, I'm good
with that, Dylan, but use a condom." I go, "There's no need for that 'cause
he's never had sex with anyone, but two times with me and he climaxed both
times faster than we did in your foyer." Ryan says, "Okay, thanks for
telling me, and for asking. You're the best guy, you really are." I go,
"Thanks, and, um, it's like this: now that's Dodger's going in the Army
too, ya know." He goes, "How many boys have a crush on you. No, never mind
I don't want to know. It wouldn't surprise me if ever gay kid in Framingham
has a crush on you. Is there anybody else going in the Army?" I go, "No,
just those two, thanks, Ryan." "But after that, Dylan, no more messing
around except with me and our boyfriend. Will you promise me that?" I give
him a smile, saying, "Yes, you have my word of honor; you and Rob are all I
need. I haven't strayed once since you and me became boyfriends." Ryan
laughs his laugh, "Oh, a whole month, huh? Wow!" I go, "Don't make fun of
me, Ryan." He gets serious, "I wasn't, I was teasing you." Then we kiss a
sweet kiss.

We both have my cum on us from the sheets; mostly on our legs. Neither of
us even mentions it, our arms are around each other as we make-out like
lovers do. We've both had orgasms so it's a make-out without boners for
once. I love rubbing his body with my hands as our bodies squirm
together. Ryan's excellent at making-out; it's like he's trying to absorb
me into him. It's a make-out technique that makes it seem I'm the only
person in the world he wants to be doing this with. Robby probably gets the
same feeling when they're making out, but I don't want to think about that
because I'm concentrating on Ryan. His smallish body is tight, and so nice
to hug and squirm against. After awhile we stop and, still in each other's
arms, we talk quietly with the side of his face against my chest, his hair
tickling my chin. We talk about Thursday night when we'll sleep together,
and if I'll have dinner with his family, and about Robby's plan for us to
go away on weekends, and about Ryan giving me a haircut, and about Saturday
afternoon when we're all shaving our pubic hair, and then about if Rob's
going to let us have a threesome sex adventure where Rob fucks us both and
Ryan gets to fuck me too. Ryan knows I'd rather get fucked than fuck, but
he wants to know if that still holds true in a three way, and I assure him
I'm fine with it. Then Ryan says, "Come on boyfriend, we're going to take
another shower together. I like doing that with you." He takes my hand and
leads me into the bathroom. It's easier for me to walk when he holds my
hand then when he leads me by my dick. Either way is okay with me because I
like Ryan leading anyway he wants to do it. I'm hypnotized by him. At times
I feel about Ryan like I did at times with Willie in Key West when he put
me deep into submission to him. With Ryan it's mostly mild submissiveness I
feel, but I'm in love with Ryan and never was with Willie, not really. I
know the difference now. Our shower together in Ryan's shower stall goes
smoother because his is roomier than mine. We shampoo and wash each other,
grinning like little kids in a bathtub of bubble bath. Afterwards we dry
each other and get back in bed naked to make-out some more. When boners
appear Ryan fucks me like lovers fuck and our sounds of pleasure fill his
bedroom. We cuddle after our small, but awesome orgasms. More kisses and
then Ryan helps me clean the cum off my ass and I kneel down and suck his
cock clean as he played with my hair, saying, "I'm going to try my best
with your haircut, but don't get mad if I make a mistake or two." I hold
his cock in my fingers, saying, "I can't imagine being mad at you about
anything Ryan, and I'm serious about that." He goes, "You're my favorite
boyfriend, Dylan, but don't tell Rob, okay?" I go, "Thanks Ryan, but lets
tell each other Rob's our favorite." He says, "I can't fool myself any
longer, Dylan, I love you more than I thought possible. Please don't tell
Rob I said that, but you don't need to tell me you love me more than Rob."
I leave it at that although I'm not at all sure I don't agree with him. I
say, "I won't tell Rob anything you don't want me to tell him. When you and
I are alone, you're like Rob, you rule," and I finish sucking his cock
clean.

Ryan drives me home, getting me there at five minutes of six. We kiss
passionately, and he says, "I'll see you soon with Rob, our boyfriend." I
go, "It's our first date." Ryan says, "The three of us have done stuff
together before." I go, "Yeah, but this feels like a date so I like to
think of it that way." He smiles and rubs the palm of his hand on my cheek,
quietly saying, "You're almost beautiful, Dylan, you really are, but in a
boyish way."

I go, "No I'm not, but you are," and we're both grinning at each other as I
get out of the car. We wave, then Ryan blows be a kiss. What a sweet
kid. Going up the steps, I'm thinking, 'Jeez, tonight after we bowl and
Robby drops off Ryan, I'll be getting fucked in the sex pickup. Wow, my
boyfriends really take good care of me!' Like Ryan, I've never been happier
in my life. I greet Chubby in his kitchen with a big smile on my face. We
hug and he says, "I know what that smile means. You and your twin, gawd!
I'm jealous of all the sex you get. Why can't I find a girl who worships me
like gay boys worship you?" I go, "Nobody worships me, what's for dinner?"


to be continued...


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