Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2013 14:33:08 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Re: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 40 by Donny Mumford

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

Chapter 40


by Donny Mumford



Robby and I need to do a little cleaning up after our wild monkey sex.  Ten
minutes ago the need for sex kidnapped Robby's brain and I happily went
along for the ride. One minute I'm giving him a haircut and the next thing
I know we're in the half-bath fucking like animals in heat. It wasn't quite
as wild as Ryan and I got at times, but it was pretty damn hot. When I'm
with Robby I can't imagine for the life of me why I do it with other
boys. I mean, Robby's the perfect boyfriend! After saying that I should
admit that it's not unusual for my dick and balls to gang-up on my brain
and take charge of my common sense. Being born with an insatiable sex drive
tends to scramble your brains every once in awhile, and with me, the urge
to feed my submissive fetish complicates the situation further. And, it
doesn't help that my willpower is almost nonexistent when gay sex with a
cute boy is in the offing. I'm not complaining or feeling sorry for myself
by any means, just stating some hard cold facts of my life. After the cum
has been wiped off the sink and vanity, I concentrate on wiping cum off my
ass, but there'll be some sticky oozing for another few minutes that I'll
need to deal with, too. Robby has his penis cleaned up and put away for
now, and his libido's under control, so I pull up my shorts, grope myself,
and contentedly walk out of the powder room with Robby to resume his
haircut. He says, "That was random, but I got really hot for you,
Dylan. Lost my mind there for a minute." I go, "It's cool, Robby. Lose your
mind any time you want and I'm good with it." Only the top part of the
haircut remains to be done, although that's the hardest part. When I've
finished, it's perfect. Pleased with myself, I apply a little gel and brush
Robby's hair up, saying, "You'll have to train your hair all over again,
Robby." He goes, "Yeah, I remember," then he checks himself out in the
mirror, exclaiming, "Yeah, this looks cool. This haircut brings back
memories, huh Dylan?" I say, "Yeah, we both had flattops all summer that
first year I worked with you. You probably look best with a flattop,
Robby. You look like the All-American Boy with your peaches and cream
complexion, killer body, and looks to match." Robby grins, "Yeah, that's
me, and I got the perfect boyfriend to go along with my awesome
self... haha, you're pretty loose with the compliments today." I say, "Just
being honest about how awesome you are." He chuckles, then says, "And I can
sing too," and he sings the country song he sang to me the night of our
reunion after spring break. He sings, "I pay rent on a run down
place. There's not much view, but there's lots of space, in my heart... the
heart that you own." That's the title, 'The Heart That You Own'.


Robby sings the whole song with a country twang as I'm sweeping up hair
clippings and putting the barber equipment away. We exchange eye contact
and grins each time he sings, 'the heart that you own'. It's really
sweet. After the song we kiss and do a quick hug and I'm feeling very good
tonight about everything. Robby asks if he can use my computer to do a few
work-related things so we go upstairs to my bedroom and I watch Robby
complete next week's work schedule on my computer. He stops, apparently
stumped on some point, then asks me, "Would you train the new guy for me,
Dylan?" I go, "What's he like," and Robby tells me, "He's our age, and okay
looking, but he was just about my last choice, to be honest about it. I ran
out of applicants and I even called ones I rejected earlier before finally
offering the job to this guy. I had no choice when I discovered that the
others have jobs now. This guy's big so he can easily handle the work, but
his attitude isn't too cool, which is why, as a favor to me, I'm asking you
to train him. I'm afraid Lee and he would clash and I don't need another
guy quitting on me. Chubby trained the last guy, and I'm not sure about
Seth training someone, so I'm hoping you'll agree to do it and just put up
with Jerry's idiosyncrasies. That's the new kid's name, Jerry Cranston." I
go, "Um, what kind of attitude problem does he have?" Robby shrugs, "To put
it mildly, he's the know-it-all type with a high opinion of himself and he
thinks he's funny. I'm telling you in advance so you can be prepared for
it, and I'm asking you to ignore it. It's only for three days and then
he'll be on his own. Okay?" I go, "I'll try, Robby, sure." It takes almost
an hour for Robby to get the schedule right and then he prints it out, and
asks, "Do you feel like some of the Dairy Queen's imitation ice cream?" I
go, "Sure," and we go outside where I hold Robby's hand. He looks at me and
smiles giving my hand a squeeze and then we walk to his pickup
hand-in-hand. I love holding hands with a cute boy.


Robby drives us to the Dairy Queen where we run into Bean, who's with a
girl I'm guessing is his girlfriend, plus Devon and his girlfriend,
Annie. Rob does the fist bump and one arm hug with Devon and Stringbean,
but those two ignore me like I'm not even here. It's because I'm suspended
from the posse until Wednesday at five o'clock. Annie's not a posse member,
no girls allowed. She puts her arm around my waist, saying, "Hi
good-looking, I hear Ray suspended you from the posse for a few days. When
are you guys gonna grow-up and stop playing your silly games?" I go, "Hi
Annie, um, I've heard guys don't really grow-up until they're around forty
years old or so. You're looking mighty cute tonight." She goes, "Ha, look
who's talking." The girl who was with Bean a minute ago is standing with us
now. She's fairly thin without much in the way of a figure, but she's nice
enough looking and somehow just seems perfect for Bean. Annie says, "Dylan,
this is Tina Farrell, Bean's her boyfriend. Tina, Dylan Newman." We shake
hands as Tina says, "Annie described you, but I didn't believe her. I
believe her now though. You're so cute you make Justin Bieber seem plain."
I blush, mumbling, "Um, thanks, but my boyfriend's the cute one." Annie
says to Tina, "His boyfriend is that baseball hunk, Rob Dickers, remember
him?" Tina looks at me, and goes, "Holy shit, you two make the cutest
couple ever. Oh my God! But no, you're cuter than Rob. You have the same
color hair too, although you need to let it grow out." I blush, shaking my
head 'no' at the suggestion I'm cuter than Robby. She goes, "Oh yes, you
are cuter, and you should let your hair grow out. Just to the Bieb's length
now, not that silly hairdo he had as a kid." She's apparently got Bieber on
the brain, and isn't it interesting that none of the girls associated with
the posse boys thinks it's surprising Robby and me are gay or that Ray's
bi? They just shrug like, so what? Tina has more to say, "The year before
last, Annie and I would go to the high school baseball games just to watch
Rob play so we could ogle over him." I mumble, "He'll be flattered to hear
that," and Annie says to Tina, "Rob was the hero in today's softball game,
too." Tina says, "Really, I would have gone to the game today if I knew Rob
and this hottie were playing." Annie says, "The guys wouldn't allow the
girls to go, it was boys only... the pricks." They both giggle at that. The
three of us talk for awhile, mostly about guys because all three of us have
an interest in guys. Robby's talking with Bean and Devon six feet from us,
and from what I can hear it's mostly about sports, which I'd like to talk
about as well. It's obvious though that the posse boys are going to
continue ignoring me so I buy the girls and myself Dairy Queen cones and,
surprisingly, I find it's interesting talking with Tina and Annie. I rarely
feel comfortable talking with girls, but these two are easy to talk to, and
maybe others would be as well if I gave them a chance. Being in Ray's posse
has opened my eyes to a few things. For one, I haven't been hanging with
enough straight guys because I see now they're good guys, too. Also, I'm
interacting with girls better now that I'm getting more experienced doing
it. For years it was basically just Chubby and me, although we had other
friends from school, but not close ones. We isolated ourselves outside of
school because we enjoyed each others' company so much, but it's good to
branch out now that we're older.


Robby, Bean, and Devon have been laughing and goofing on each other for
quite awhile now and it's getting a little uncomfortable being completely
ignored by them, so when Robby calls over asking if I'm ready to go, I say,
"Yep, lets roll, Robby." The girls join their boyfriends with Devon giving
Annie a kiss on the lips. Bean and Robby say goodbye doing the posse fist
bump and quick man-hug, then Robby and Devon do it. They don't even look at
me and I'm hurt they don't at least give me a smile, acknowledging my
presence. I find myself staring at Devon thinking how cute he looks with
the haircut I gave him. Well, he looked cute before the haircut,
actually. Annie told me at the movies, that time Ray and I double dated
with Devon and her, that Devon doesn't have a gay gene in his body, and
that's too bad because the more I see him the hotter he looks. Really nice
body, too. Then Bean does look over at me and he gives me a tiny wave of
his hand and a smile making me feel a little better. I smile back getting a
shrug from Bean, like, 'I can't talk to you, sorry'. Still, he acknowledged
me and that's something. Is it the Amish who shun members when they do
something wrong? It's not a good feeling, I can assure you of that. I'm not
gonna do anything that gets me suspended again. Devon then glances at me
and grins, sticking his tongue out as a joke, and would I ever like sucking
on his pink tongue. I grin back and wave. Then Robby and Devon are saying
something to each other with me standing over here alone watching Devon's
pink lips move. I'm thinking it would feel sexy if he gave me a kiss like
he gave Annie a minute ago. Do I have the hots for Devon? I didn't think I
did, but maybe I do. That could be one drawback about hanging with straight
kids. You know, getting attracted to one of them without a chance of
anything ever developing. I'd suck Devon's cock in a second if he'd ever go
for it, which he probably never would. That's kind of stupid of straight
boys. I mean, they don't need to be gay to get their cock sucked. I'd think
they'd jump at the chance, but that's from my point of view as a gay
boy. They have another point of view I suppose. Too bad for both of
us. I've got to remember that if us posse guys ever get drunk, I'll need to
watch myself. With booze reducing my inhibitions I could make an ass of
myself asking, say Devon, if he wants a blow job. Damn, I get embarrassed
just thinking about being rejected and maybe ridiculed for doing
that. Annie blows me a kiss, then says, "I'll see you around, cutie," and
Tina says, "Bye, Dylan." I wave back as the four of then drift away.


Robby comes over, saying, "It was awkward excluding you from the
conversation, Dylan, but the guys said they'd get in trouble if they talked
to you." I go, "It's alright, Robby," but at the same time I'm thinking it
couldn't have been all that awkward for Robby because he talked with the
guys for a good half-hour. Taking one last look at Devon while adjusting my
junk, I get in the pickup. Damn, it's funny how that came over me, that
infatuation with Devon. Wonder when Sonny's going to be eighteen. He's hot,
too. What's weird about this is normally when I'm with Robby I only have
eyes for him, but I guess since he sort of abandoned me to talk with Devon
and Bean, that allowed my mind to wander from Robby. My mind wandered from
Robby for a bit, but it never wanders far from one boy or another. I look
at Robby as he drives and get the squirmy feeling I always get looking at
him. Robby's cuter than Devon, he's cuter than anyone actually. He checks
his watch, muttering, "It's too late to go to the movies like I was
thinking about doing earlier, so would you mind going to the office with
me? I want to drop off the schedule and get a head start on the week." I
don't mind because the office is where Robby and me have had sex before and
I'm thinking Robby's gonna want another taste. I ask, "Is there anything
else you have in mind? You know, something else we could do at the office."
He grins, mumbling, "Reading my mind again, huh, Dylan?" I'm like, "Well
okay then, let's go." We drive over discussing the softball game this
afternoon. Robby enjoys his triumphs and likes to go over them a few times,
it sort of satisfies his competitive nature. As I've mentioned, Robby's
competitive in everything, including our relationship. He's determined to
have us be exclusively monogamous, but I'm not at all sure Robby wants that
right now, anymore than I do. Eventually yes, but not now... timing's
everything in life.


We arrive at the office complex, which is lit only by low-level night
lights. Robby parks and hops out of the truck to unlock the front door,
calling over to me, "Come on in with me, Dylan," so I get out of the pickup
and jog over to go through the front door with him. It locks behind us and,
without turning on any other lights, we walk down the hall silently. It's
eerily quiet with only the ambient sound of the air conditioning plus the
faint shadows as we walk which makes it a little spooky. Stopping outside a
closed door, Robby says, "This is where the supervisor meetings take
place." Inside the door there's a conference room. Robby tacks his work
schedule to a cork board under the heading, 'Week of July 7th'.  Robby's is
the first schedule posted for the coming week. After encasing another copy
of the schedule in a clear plastic wrapper, Robby motions for me to follow
him down another staircase and we go out the door at the bottom. It's the
same door Robby comes out of every morning after his meeting. We're on the
blacktop now. Robby walks over near the locker room to post a copy of the
schedule for his crew to read, then he grins in the moonlight, and says,
"Let's take a peek inside the locker room." He unlocks that door and in we
go. Inside he looks around, probably remembering the past couple of years
when he was one of the worker-bees using this locker room. "Brings back
memories of you and me in here, Dylan, the year before last." I go, "Yeah,
that was an amazing summer." Robby turns around and runs his fingers back
through my short hair staring at me. I stare back and he smiles, saying, "I
believe you were in love with that rich prick, Worthington, that summer."
My quiet reply is, "I was never in love with him because I didn't know
anything about romantic love back then. It's you who showed me, then taught
me what romantic love is all about." The only light in here is coming from
low-level `fire' lights that stay lit even during an electrical outage. He
touches my cheek, murmuring, "Yeah, I did try showing you what true love
means, but you were a slow learner. I wasn't convinced of your love until
recently. You know, the past few months, and then the glow of your love for
me was dimmed somewhat because you fell in love with Ryan too, and to think
I forced you two together. I could kick myself in the ass for that, but it
is what it is. I just might wring his skinny neck some day." I protest, "I
love you way more than I love Ryan and you know that, and you're the last
person who would wring somebody's neck." Although to come to think of it,
maybe Robby would wring somebody's neck if he loses his temper, which he
hardly ever does. Though, when he does, it isn't pretty. He smiles, "I know
you love me way more, but I was fishing to hear you say it again. Hell, I
loved Ryan too, just not romantically like you do. It was more of a
friendship love for a close sex buddy." I go, "That's basically how I love
him, too," and now Robby protests, "Oh come on, Dylan, you're in love with
him the same way you're in love with me, admit it. I've never understood
how you can love both of us romantically." I didn't expect this
discussion. Robby usually holds stuff inside, but apparently this has been
gnawing at him lately. It's good to know Robby still gets jealous,as I'd be
worried if he didn't. I'm emphatic though, "I love you much more than
Ryan. He moved away, but do you see me pining and broken-hearted? No, you
don't, but if you moved away I'd be pining and broken-hearted to beat the
band. I'd probably move with you, or stalk you." Robby laughs, "Easy for
you to say because you know we can't move anywhere, not with the business
we have here. Dad just got a huge job from the city for our landscape
design department, and the contract to implement the project after the
design is approved. I'm looking forward to someday getting into that side
of the business. Lawn care is very small potatoes, the big money is in
design and following through with implementation of the design." At least
Robby's talked himself into a change of subject, so to keep it going, I
say, "And after college I'll work for you." He smiles, and says, "But no
alley catting around, right?" I say, "I'll be over that long before we
graduate."


Robby begins checking the row of lockers belonging to his crew. Using a
master key to get past the locks in the doors, he looks inside each one,
saying, "This is one of the things I'm responsible for, insuring that no
illegal substances are being stored in our lockers. Dad's concerned someone
might be storing their pot stash here for safe keeping. Not that I expect
any of you guys to be doing that, but I gotta check so I can report that I
did. It happened only once about five years ago. The police showed up with
a search warrant to check the premises. They had a tip that one of dad's
employees was dealing drugs and sure enough they found a good stash of
illegal substances in one of the lockers. That was bad publicity for the
company, to put it mildly." Oh, so this is why we came in here. That's
disappointing! I say, "I was hoping we came in here to give massages, you
know, for old time sake." He closes the last locker, grins at me, and says,
"What a cool idea! You give me a massage first." I go, "Um, ah..." He asks,
"What?" and I shrug, mumbling, "I was just wondering if you wanted to do it
naked." Robby pulls his shirt over his head, saying, "Absolutely, but go
over and lock the door." As I do that he steps out of his sneakers, takes
off his socks, and drops his shorts, adding, "I'm leaving my boxer shorts
on 'cause I don't want to sit on the cold bench with my bare ass." I figure
that's close enough to naked for now so I undress too, although I'm not
wearing underpants so I'm bare-ass naked. Robby grins at that and sits on
the bench in front of the lockers. I stand behind him with my hands on his
shoulders, enjoying the hell out of being with Robby. Starting with his
shoulders, I use both hands massaging Robby's shoulders, while trying to
remember how we used to do this. The back of his neck gets attention and
then his scalp, which messes up the flattop look but I know from experience
it feels good getting a scalp massage. We begin the massage without talking
and that sets the tone. We're both quietly getting into a sexy frame of
mind. I mean, what could be nicer this side of making out or actually
having sex, than naked bodily contact, and massaging is an awesome way to
have that. I massage his muscular biceps, then rub his back as his body
relaxes and Robby's head's lulls back as I move from one part of his body
to the next. The only thing we hear is the quiet rubbing sound of my hands
on his skin. It feel so good rubbing and massaging his perfect skin. Robby
has such smooth, almost hairless, creamy skin. Well, except for his
farmer's tan;, as his head and arms are suntanned, but not his torso. The
arms are tan from where the tee-shirt's short sleeves ends, down to his
hands. Unlike a farmer's tan though, our legs are tanned too from the knees
down to where our sweat socks begin. Robby's skin smells so good that I put
my nose at the crook of his neck and shoulder and inhale Robby's familiar
scent. There's only one more familiar scent to me and that's Chubby's. All
the years we slept together in the past as young kids, and all the
wonderful days we spent in each other's company makes Chubby's scent the
most familiar to me. That thought of Chubby and me brings to mind one of my
mom's Bob Dylan's songs. It goes, 'Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a
hat, I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.' Except now
I'm in love with Robby, plus you can't go back in time anyway, so why waste
precious time thinking about it... it simply ain't gonna happen.


Getting more intimate, I lean against his back and massage his
chest. Robby's pecs are firm; they're certainly not like a girls breasts
that would feel mushy. Nah, I much prefer this and then my hands move down
to rub Robby's taut stomach. To reach his stomach I lean over him and the
sides of our faces rub together so I kiss his cheek with feelings of deep
love for this awesome lover of mine. As I straighten up, Robby rests his
head back on my stomach while I rub down his rib cage then move my hands
over low on his belly. Leaning over him again, rubbing both hands towards
his belly button and then down under the waistband of his jockey shorts to
massage his pubic area that's prickly now that the hairs have grown a
bit. We'll need to shave this area again soon and that's always sexy fun. I
cup his balls and squeeze lightly and then stroke his firm cock. My hands
work their way up his torso to tweak his nipples and then rub them between
the thumb and forefinger of both my hands. When his nipples are hard I hug
around his neck and kiss the side of his face again, a long kiss this
time. Robby turns his head moaning quietly and our lips come together like
they did almost three years ago for our first kiss. This kiss right here
will number in the thousands, but it's just as sweet as the first
one. Coming around in front of Robby I get on my knees and massage his feet
and then his legs, feeling the muscles in his calves tighten under my
fingers. His thighs are firm and then my hands are around his nuts again. I
notice his cock has firmed up more, almost a stiff boner that's leaning
against my wrist from inside his boxer shorts. My hand goes in the fly of
Robby's shorts and my fist goes around his cock encompassing the whole
shaft and most of the head as I stroke it until Robby does another quiet
moan of sexual arousal. Letting go of his hard cock, I massage the inside
of his thighs near his cock and balls and Robby moans quietly again and
then takes in a deep breath, and says, "Would you consider sucking my cock
for a minute or so, and then getting on your hands and knees so I can fuck
you?" I'm breathless as I mutter, "Yes, I definitely will consider that." I
fish his boner out through the fly and take it in my mouth to lick the head
with my busy tongue and suck the shaft with wet lips making slurping
sounds. What a great tasting cock and that has a lot to do with Robby's
awesome scent. Smell has a huge influence on taste. Slurping on his cock
until I'm swallowing his precum, I take it out of my mouth and see that
it's now so hard and tight it sticks straight out from Robby's belly, hard,
wet, and shiny in the weak light. It tightness and my saliva, in equal
parts, are the reasons it shines. I stare at his fat boner, the skin
stretched tautly, and then my eyes travel up to his. Robby's sucking and
licking his lips, taking short quick breaths through his nose. He mutters,
"I'm so hot to fuck you, Dylan, I can hardly stand it. You looked so cute
sucking my cock, baby, and my love for you makes my heart ache. And, you
treat me so good with your love-making I'd be a fool to doubt the extent of
your love for me." He takes my face between his hands and leans over for a
long kiss and as our tongues slide together precum drools from my cock and
wets my belly. I sprung a boner while doing the massage so it's been
bouncing between my legs almost from the beginning. Sucking Robby's cock
turned me on even more than massaging him, and now my boner's as tight as
Robby's. Mine's beginning to throb with pleasure during our long lover's
kiss. Robby breaks off the kiss and I immediately get on my hands and
knees, turn around, and push my ass up for Robby to mount.


Standing behind me he smacks my ass hard six times; his hand slapping my
ass sounds like bullwhip cracks in the locker room, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" The spanking leaves my ass cheeks quivering, stinging
and hot, but those smacks tighten up my boner a little more. I like when
Robby feels comfortable being a little rough with me because he knows I
like it, and I know he'll never overdo it like some. Robby's deep into
sexual desire, muttering, "Keep it up for me, please," meaning my ass which
drooped during the spanking. Then the leaking head of his cock is at my
asshole pushing against it, his precum drools down the short distance from
my asshole to the back of my balls, wetting my scrotum. His cock is
steadily spreading and stretching the lips of my anus, stretching,
stretching and then forcing itself in past my sphincter muscle, and we both
moan, "Mmmm, umm." Robby grips my hips and pushes his boner steadily up my
ass, spreading the walls of my rectum now until his entire cock is snugly
inside me and his balls are resting against mine; his nuts feel hard, like
round stones. His prickly pubic hairs feel like rough sandpaper against my
buttocks, or a one day's growth of a man's whiskers. The two mounds of firm
fat superimposed on my gluteus maximus, better known as my buttocks, get
goose bumps feeing the scratchy pubic stubble. Robby leans against my ass
pushing his cock in another half-inch, and leaving it there, he squeezes my
ass cheeks together in kind of a massage for his cock. I'm pushing back
against his crotch with my rectum reverberating from the sexy sensations of
feeling full and alive with a hundred pleasure spots answering the
roll-call of sexual pleasure. The urge for addition sensations on his boner
has Robby withdrawing his boner and immediately thrusting in again. More
buttocks massaging gets a moan from me, "Ahhhh, mmm." Robby lets out a long
breath and begins steadily fucking my ass with the slapping skin against
skin sounds echoing off the lockers to join my groan of deep sexual
pleasure. "Ooooh," from me each time he drives his fat plug of a boner up
my ass. Robby's making, "Mmmm,' moans each time our bodies collide and with
each erotic minute that passes Robby increases the force of his thrusts
until I'm squirming in an ocean of sexual pleasure sliding forward on the
tile floor slightly with each of Robby's humps inside me. With each thrust,
his stone nuts bounce against the back of my scrotum creating a delicious
pleasure/pain combination that excites my brain and brings my impending
orgasm to a state of high alert. My cock points straight out, perpendicular
to my torso, so hard it doesn't move even with Robby jostling my body
slamming his boner up my ass. Robby grunts with each thrust now and the
sexual sensations we're both feeling increases with every
penetration. Robby's feet are next to my knees now and his hips are moving
fast, plowing his boner back and forth in my rectum creating sensations of
friction on the walls of my ass, and I suppose on the skin of his boner
too... it's simply too delicious to put into words. My climax is on me fast
as I whine in pleasure and high sexual arousal as a desperate need for
orgasm floods my brain, and then, "Mmmmm, aaaah, ahh, ahh," as fast moving
shots of cum streak from the quivering head of my cock with my balls
bumping forcefully against my body pumping creamy spunk up the shaft of my
throbbing boner and out the gaping lips of my cock's pee slit. My shoulders
shudder so hard I drop down off my hands to rest on my forearms. I'm dizzy
with overloaded sexual pleasure that spreads our from my rectum, cock, and
balls to make my toes curl and the roots of my hair tingle as sensations
continue to sizzle through my body. Robby's driving his cock down at a
different angle now until he groans, "Ummm, ahh, oooh fuck."

His body shakes as he lays on my ass doing little humps shooting his seed
inside my bowels. "Ooooh," from Robby as his climax takes over his brain
for a few moments of exquisite sexual pleasure. Then he moans, "Aaah, umm,
ooh," and straightens up to lazily fuck my ass in his slippery creamy cum,
some of which is drooling down the inside of my thighs. I'm weak as a
kitten, like I usually am after an especially hot climax, and can barely
stay on my knees and forearms. Pleasant minor sensations buzz nicely in my
rectum, and my balls are still active but only for a few moments more and
then they nestle weakly in a lower area of their home, called a scrotum by
some. My nuts performed very well indeed and the same for my cock, but it's
losing its firmness now. My brain soon returns to a semblance of normalcy
and I'm thinking that an orgasm should last longer. What a tease for nature
to show me the unbelievable peak of sexual pleasure, but only allow it to
go on for a few seconds. Sure, I enjoy the drifting aftereffects, but that
spike of ultimate pleasure is so fleeting, here for a moment and then gone
until next time.


Robby pulls his fat cock from my ass, muttering, "Oh my God, two
out-of-control sexual experiences in one night. Shocking ain't it? Is it
possible I'm actually getting hotter for you? I thought I'd reached the top
of that mountain with you long ago." I take a deep breath, then roll over
on my side, laying on the tile floor, saying,"The same thing applies for
me, Robby. Just when I think there's no way it can feel any better you
prove me wrong. We're made for each other sexually and every other way." He
holds his hand down to give me a helping hand getting up. I take hold of it
and he pulls until I get to my feet. He says, "Do we dare hope it can still
get better?" I mutter, "Hard to believe it could, but maybe." Then I hug
his awesome body, and say, "I love you so much, Robby. Sex with you is off
the chain. I love everything about it." He hugs back, kissing my forehead,
"Yeah, but our lovers' sex, where you kiss my ass and lick my toes, is also
off the charts hot." We begin putting our few pieces of clothing back on,
as I'm saying, "Oh yeah, lovers' sex is my favorite, but I like all of it
and you're really good at all of it, too." I couldn't have honestly said
that a year or two ago, but I wasn't as good at it then either. Guess we
learned together during our three straight years together. That's an
amazing run for teenagers, gay or straight, and there's no end in sight for
Robby and me. That's especially true because, like Robby just said a minute
ago, we're feeling increased heat for each other before and during our sex
acts. Robby's incorporated just enough rough stuff, at just the right
times, to keep the sex exciting for me, and he's just bossy enough every
now and then to give a nod to my submissive side. While Ryan does both
things better, here's where Robby remains first in my heart: I love Robby
as a personfirst and foremost, and the only other person that compares as
far as I'm concerned, is Chubby. No one else comes close, including Ryan. I
love everything about Robby including the way he loves me. It's a package
no one can compete with. Maybe no one wants to compete with it, I'm not
saying I'm special, or suggesting I think there's a bunch of guys after me
and my love. I'm just saying if there was someone else, they'd have no
chance because Robby's way ahead. Three years of sweet experiences with
him, with Robby overlooking my many faults, has created a special place in
my heart for him.


After getting dressed, we clean up my cum, and then as we're walking
outside, Robby says, "Damn, it feels good being sexually satisfied," and
I'm like, "It sure does. So relaxing, and with the awesome memories of our
sex fresh in our minds, too. Really nice date, boyfriend." Robby drives me
home with us discussing how we came out as gay boyfriends, creating little
or no commotion. He says, "I expected some uncomfortable incidents or
negative response from somebody, but nada. Our announcement went almost
unnoticed." I say, "Do you think it's because our parents thought we might
be gay before we told them we were? I mean, my mom and Chubby's mom didn't
seem the least bit surprised." Robby's like, "My mom and dad said they
noticed I wasn't dating girls and that you and I seemed very tight, but
they never actually thought, 'Oh, he must be gay.' It's like it never
entered their minds." I say, "I'm pretty sure it entered my mom's mind,
which surprises me.

What didn't surprise me is the support I got from both moms. Chubby knew I
was gay of course, so it wasn't a big deal to him. The four of us have been
like one family for as long as I can remember. Once in awhile one of the
moms will give us a scare thinking of marriage, but so far so good. A
stranger would seem very odd in our foursome. After Chubby and I graduate
and move out, then the moms can get married to their hearts' content."
Robby talks about missing Dodger and how he's not even close to getting
over that. Then we're at the curb below my condo. We kiss goodnight and as
I'm going up the steps a tiredness comes over me. Tired or not, what a fun
weekend it's been. Lots of stuff going on the past two days. I guess the
one downer of the weekend was Ray lecturing me and then suspending me. At
the time I didn't really give a shit, but it hit home when Robby and me ran
into Devon and Bean and they wouldn't talk to me. Took me by surprise how
much it hurt to be ignored like that. Ray's probably going to end up the
chairman of the board for some major corporation the way he's honed his
leadership skills already. I know for sure I'm not going to buck any of his
rules again because I've come to enjoy being a member of something. I never
thought I was a 'joiner' as I never joined a single organization all
through high school. Well, I was on the school paper but I didn't join so
much as I was recruited for that. Still, I like being a member of the posse
boys.


Although I'm tired, I take a shower anyway because it gets rushed in the
morning. The bed feels awesome and then I remember these sheets are the
ones Ray fucked me in. I sniff the sheets and pillow, but Ray's scent has
faded to an undetectable level. I don't really care now that Robby's taken
such good care of my libido. Drifting off to sleep quickly, and then when
the alarm goes off I open my eyes realizing I've been dreaming about Ryan,
and I've got a hard boner. Getting out of bed I send Ryan a text telling
him about my dream, although much of it is lost in my mind somewhere. What
I can remember has to do with him and me in the woods somewhere with me
holding a garden hose while Ryan's fucking me. When I cum it pours out the
hose instead of my dick. The dream must be a take off on the sex Ryan and
me had outdoors behind his aunt's house. There were woods all around us and
I got very messy so Ryan cleaned me up with a garden hose. Damn, that was
hot sex alright, although not the hottest we had together. I end the text
with, 'I miss you! Love, Dylan'. He sent me a email recently saying he
probably won't get to visit this summer. It'll be at college when I see him
again. His last email made no mention of the guy he met and that worries me
a little, but I don't want to pry so I didn't ask him about it. After my
bathroom ritual, I get dressed, then have a momentary panic attack thinking
I forgot to make Chubby's and my lunch before remembering it's Chubby's
turn. In the kitchen, I make a cup of coffee as Chubby's letting himself in
the front door. "Hey, good morning, brother!" he says
enthusiastically. Chubby makes me smile and brightens my day every time I
see him. I say, "Hi, Jeffrey!" He chuckles at that as we give each other a
hug. I kiss his cheek like I always do, without Chubby commenting on
it. See, I kept doing it even though he protested and now he's used to
it. Chubby makes a cup of coffee, saying, "I got the ham and cheese for our
sandwiches from a real delicatessen, not that fraud one at Stop and
Shop. The meat's so thin you could read the newspaper through it." We go
out on the balcony to share a cigarette and drink our coffees. Chubby goes,
"I'm feeling great this morning. Staying in last night was so smart of me,
and I got to bed early too. I'm thinking I need one night every week where
I do nothing. Recharge my batteries and be ready for what comes next, ya
know?" I say, "What comes next at work is another new crew member, someone
named Jerry Cranston. Robby says the guy's got some personality
deficiencies." "Like what?" Chubby asks. I shrug, "Something about Jerry
being the know-it-all type with a very high opinion of himself. And I'm
supposed to train him. Robby wants me to overlook the guy's shortcomings so
what the hell, I'll do my best." Chubby's like, "Better you than me."


We walk to the car with me carrying our clean work uniforms and Chubby
carrying our lunches. I drive the Jeep to work as we're discussing our week
off from work that's coming up in a few weeks, as we're going to Wildwood,
New Jersey again this year. The moms drove to Wildwood in February to chose
the place we'll live in during vacation week. We're excited because
Wildwood rocked last year; it's rocked every year we've been there
actually. Chubby and me will have our twentieth birthdays during that
week. Me first, as the older brother, and Chubby two days later. It's a
bitch turning twenty and leaving the awesome teen years behind, but the
earth keeps turning and the years keep adding up so there ain't a damn
thing we can do about it except shed a tear and then move into our
twenties, while avoiding all thoughts of what number comes after
that. Being twenty is a tweener year, not a teen anymore, but not old
enough to check out the bar scene either.

Parking the Jeep at work, I'm kind of in a fog looking around for Ryan to
come jogging over, but my head clears quickly and I know he's not here. I'm
thinking about the dream of him I had last night. Seth says, "Whassup,
Dylan?" Well now, here's a cute face to look at. Chubby yells, "Billy Lee,
wait up," and walks over to exchange friendly insults with Lee. I put my
arm across Seth's shoulders dreading what I need to tell him about no more
intimate sex together and immediately decide not to go into that
now. Instead I ask, "What'd ya do this weekend?" as we walk towards the
locker room. He says, "I spent most of the weekend talking myself out of
stalking you or hounding you on the phone for sex, and I can't tell you
other things I did while thinking about you because you'd see my perverted
side if I did." I say, "Hmmm, that sounds intriguing." Inside the locker
room I put Chubby's uniforms on the bench in front of his locker and then
hang the extra set in my locker and put the other one on. My street clothes
go in the locker and the Dickers Landscaping cap goes on my head and, ta
da, I'm an official employee again. Seth asks, "Did Rob replace Felix yet?"
I tell him, "Yeah, and I need to train the new guy. I'm trying not to
prejudge, but Robby says the new guy has sort of an attitude problem."
Seth's like, "Training someone with an attitude problem, gee it sounds like
a good time. If I can help in any way, just give me a shout out, homie." I
go, "Thanks, I might do that." Then Robby comes in with the new
guy. "Dylan, do you have a second?" I go over and Robby says, "This is
Jerry Cranston. Jerry, meet Dylan Newman who will stick with you for a few
days. It's basic lawn and yard maintenance, but we have some specific ways
we prefer it to be done so that's what Dylan will go over with you." Jerry
shakes hands, almost crushing mine, and says, "Nice to meet you, Dyson,"
and I say, "Same here, Jerry, but, um, it's Dylan, not Dyson." He looks
surprised, but I think he mixed-up my name on purpose.


Chubby and Lee come in as Robby's leaving, they bump fist as they pass by
each other and then Robby looks back saying to our crew, "Ten minutes,
guys," and he's gone leaving me with this big galoot. I introduce Jerry to
the guys using first names only and Jerry seems friendly enough so far. He
changes into the basic uniform along with Chubby and Seth without saying
anything. He'd have a hard time getting a word in anyway as Seth and Chubby
chirp along in their usual manner. Jerry's over six feet tall, maybe
six-three with an okay body, but everything about him is big. You know,
many men are big nowadays. At least they seem big to slender guys like
me. Robby told me Jerry's our age and I don't doubt he is, but he sure
looks older. He could be anywhere from early to late twenties going by his
looks. He's got dark red hair, that I don't care for at all, and a full
beard of red whiskers in that so-called fashionable two days growth look. I
suggested Seth try that style, although he forgot to do it this weekend. On
Jerry the whiskers are not a good look because of the dark red color, and
they're definitely not sexy to me; nothing about Jerry is sexy as far as
I'm concerned. He takes off his shirt and there's red body hair everywhere,
ugh. Ray's minimal body hair somehow is sexy, but not Jerry's. He's got
freckles too, but many dark redheaded guys have them. Other than that he's
probably considered handsome going by his facial features, but the dark red
hair and freckles are a burden that's hard to overcome where 'looks' are
concerned. That's just my point of view, of course. Girls might think of
him as a hunk for all I know. I'm not real comfortable with strangers
unless they're cute and interesting. Jerry isn't cute so him being
interesting is a long shot at the very best. I wait for Jerry to change
into work clothes, but Seth doesn't. He gives me big eyes and a smirk
nodding at Jerry as Seth goes by me, like, 'Good luck with that, Dylan, I'm
abandoning ship'. I smirk back at him with a grin and a roll of my
eyes. Seth chuckles. He's a really nice kid. Like I said before, Seth
reminds me at times of Connor, who I miss more than I expected now that
he's gone. Jerry's dressed and he asks, "What's first?" and before I can
answer he flicks his index finger hard against my nose. It's a shockingly
odd thing to do. My hand goes to my stinging nose as I say, "The first
thing is not to do that again," and he does it again, asking, "Do you mean
that?" I go, "Goddammit, of course I meant that!" He's like, "Oops, I don't
want to get off on the wrong foot. My bad." I frown at him as he smiles,
muttering, "I'm just goofing around with you, Dylan," and he puts his arm
across my shoulders and sort of walks me outside. Not a good start. Jerry
has all the indications of being your typical bully. He's of the big-sized
bully variety, and unlike the punk bullies who are often covering-up
inferiority complexes by picking on the weak, Jerry's type can back it up
and they bully because they're basically mean-spirited people. After saying
all that I must admit it's a little early to label Jerry as a bully, but
the phoniness buddy treatment of putting his arm across my shoulders is
another feature in that type of bully, so he probably is a bully.


Outside I shrug our from under his arm and we stand there as Robby walks
out the same door he and I walked out last night. Just to say something
while Robby's walking across the black top. I ask Jerry, "Did you put your
lunch in the cooler, Jerry?" His eyes open wide with a startled look on his
face, saying, "Lunch? We need to bring our own lunch? You're shitting me!"
I've got the distinct impression he's the one shitting me because Robby
wouldn't forget to mention that. And anyway, what grass cutting company in
the world would provide lunches for the crew? I mutter, "Yeah, you need to
bring your own lunch," and leave it at that. Jerry's neither smiling nor
concerned about it. Robby gives his little pep talk, after mentioning Jerry
to everyone. It's big properties we'll be dealing with today so we need all
the equipment. Lee, as Robby's assistant, passes out the assignments as to
who gets what from the equipment room and we all head for the garage.

Jerry asks, "Where are we going now?" He just heard Robby, then Lee,
explain what we're to do, so Jerry's just busting my balls, but I'm going
to try doing what Robby asked me to do and ignore it. I tell him exactly
what Lee told all of us ten seconds ago, and Jerry goes, "Well, you need to
explain complexities of the job to me until I can pick it up." I deadpan,
"I'll try, Jerry." He chuckles, asking, "Um, where we going again?"


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


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