Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2013 06:54:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO   Chapter 5   by Donny Mumford

		       DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

				Chapter 5

			    by Donny Mumford


It's Chubby's turn to make our dinner, which is why I'm in his condo while
our uniforms are getting washed in Chubby's washing machine. Happily, the
second day of our summer job went by without any major problems. Robby
hired a replacement for Dodger, who's definitely going in the Army with
Connor. We're all resigned to that now. Ryan and me spent almost two hours
in bed this afternoon having sex mostly, and I'm walking on cloud nine
because of it. Plus, it's my turn with Robby tonight after he and his twin
boyfriends go bowling. Life is sweet. "What's for dinner, Chubby?" He says,
"Chicken on the grill, mashed potatoes, and a salad. I made some fresh iced
tea too. I go, "When's it gonna be ready? I got dibs on the dark meat." He
mutters, "We're both having dark meat, I bought legs and thighs." I go,
"Legs and thighs, sounds sexy. I'm gonna put these washed uniforms in the
dryer in my condo so I can fold them sometime tonight. I'll bring them to
work with me tomorrow." I do that, and when I get back to Chubby's condo
he's taking a plate of chicken to the deck for the grill. He says, "Can you
make the salad?" I say, "Well sure I can, little brother." Then I call
after him, "What are you doing tonight?" Chubby yells back, "Nothing
special, big brother." Obviously we're still getting a kick out of being
brothers. Taking out my cell phone, I call Robby. He answers with, "Hiya,
boyfriend," 'cause Robby and I are still getting a kick out of coming 'out'
as gay boyfriends. I ask, "Is it okay if I ask Chubby to come bowling with
us?" and he's like, "Of course it is, you don't need to ask my permission,
ya nut." I go, "Oh, it's just a habit I guess." He wants to know, "Did you
twins do anything special this afternoon?" Groping my dick thinking about
what Ryan and I did this afternoon, I mumble, "Um, you know, we messed
around a little." He goes, "Am I getting left behind?" I emphatically say,
"NO! You know better than that, Robby. It's you and me forever. I'm just
doing what you told me to do until the end of the summer." He laughs, "I
did not tell you to do anything, it's your idea we have boyfriends on the
side till the fall, not mine." I say, "You agreed and it's not really
boyfriends on the side anymore; it's you, me, and Ryan." He says, "Yeah,
and you're keeping it that way, right?" "Yep, that's what I'm doing, but I
need to ask you something. Um, is it alright if I keep a promise to Connor?
I made it before agreeing to keep my side sex inside our group?" He goes,
"Okay I'm glad you asked me that, Dylan. That shows me you're keeping your
promise. Yes, of course you can. I knew Connor had a crush on you, who
doesn't have a crush on you, but I wasn't sure he's gay until you
inadvertently confirmed it this afternoon." I say, "Oh yeah? I didn't
realize I did that." Robby adds, "And Dodger's gonna want a goodbye fuck
from you too, but that's it, no more.  I'm only okaying it because of the
special circumstances involved!" I say, "Thanks, Robby. I promise not to
stray from you and Ryan. By the way, Dodger does me, not the other way
around." He goes, "Whatever, we gotta send the boys off happy at least, and
why do you call me Rob when you're with Ryan, and call me Robby when it's
just you and me?" I mumble, "I don't know, he influences me or something."
Robby says, "It's no problem, I just wondered. Actually, you're doing
everything Ryan does and today you even pushed an imaginary pair of
eyeglasses up your cute nose when Ryan pushed his glasses up his cute
nose." I go, "I did not!" Robby laughs, saying, "Yeah, ya did. I loved
it. You two are the friggin' joy of my life and with Dodger going in the
Army I'm gonna depend on you guys even more." "You can count on me, Robby."
He goes, "I know I can, Dylan, and thank you for always being there for
me." I say, "Same to you, and um, do you think you're going to let our
threesome mess around together Saturday after our haircuts?" He says,
"We're shaving our pubes too, and I can't wait because that's a cool look
and it feels good too. As for a threesome, I'm leaning the other way now
that I've thought about it." I go, "Oh pleeeze, Rob," and he laughs again,
saying, "There, you did it again. That was just like Ryan's nag." I go,
"I'm gonna get my twin to nag you too," and Robby's like, "God help
me. Maybe I'll change my mind and we can have a three-way, but I'm the only
one fucking Ryan?" I mumble, "I know your rule about that, Robby. Chubby
and I will meet you and Ryan at the bowling alley, okay?" He says, "Of
course it's okay, jeez. Ya don't need to ask my permission for everything."
I go, "Oh, that's right. I'll see you there, boyfriend." He goes, "Yes you
will, boyfriend," and we end our cell phone conversation. We're probably
overdoing the 'boyfriend' thing.

Going out on the deck, I ask Chubby, "Ya wanna go bowling with us?" He
does, "Cool, yeah. Who's going?" I tell him and he asks, "Did you make the
salad yet?" I mutter, "It's almost done," and go back inside to see what's
in the refrigerator. I find the usual salad fixings: Lettuce, tomato,
cucumber, sweet onion, and I grab a bunch of red grapes too. I'll throw
some in the salad. As I'm putting it together I think to check the peeled
red bliss potatoes boiling in a pot on the stove. Stick a paring knife in a
couple of potatoes, the knife goes in easily, so they're done. Turning off
the fire under the pot, I finish putting the salad together thinking about
my bowling buddy at college, the homophobic, Cory Dunlevy. Well, he's not
homophobic now, but he was when I first met him. He knows I'm gay now, but
before he knew we became friends and he realized gays weren't so bad. That
boy's family is poor, plus he has CF, and he's being raised without a
father by his mother who has boyfriends spending the night. Not a conducive
home lifestyle to say the least, much like Connor. I should call Cory, so I
do. He answers, "Hi, Dylan. Thank's for calling. How's summer working out
for you?" I say, "I'm working on a landscaping crew, but it's all
good. It's just the first week of vacation, but I wonder if you want to get
together for some bowling." He says, "Yeah, I told ya I do, but I'm still
in school. High school doesn't get out as early as you college kids." I
forgot about that, and say, "Oh yeah. With me working, it'll needs to be
night bowling." Cory says, "We'll do it in a couple of weeks. Have you
talked to Connor recently?" I go, "No, but that reminds me of
something. We're having a gone away party for him this Saturday and you're
invited." He sounds excited, "Really, thanks. Um, is there a bus or
something from here to Framingham?" I go, "No, can you use your mom's car?"
He's not excited now, "Nah, I don't have a ride." I say, "Yeah, ya do. I'll
pick you up." He asks, "Would you? I'd really like to come." Cory doesn't
feel comfortable in social settings although he broke out of his shell a
little when I had him over to our apartment for dinner with Chubby, Robby,
and me. Connor was there too and that's how they met. I guess Cory's
overlooking his shyness in social settings because he wants to see
Connor. I say, "Of course I'll pick you up, we're homeboys, ain't we?" He
laughs, "Yep, we are; we both worked at Stop & Shop." I say, "There ya
go. Can you stay with me that night and I'll drive you home on Sunday?" He
goes, "Spend the night with a gay boy? What could be better. I've never had
a sleep over, but I will with you because it'd be unfair to ask you to
drive me home after the party. Um, you won't attack me, right?" I go,
"Absolutely not," and he mumbles, "Damn, you're a really good guy, Dylan."
I go, "Yeah, I know." Chubby comes inside and starts mashing the potatoes
with lots of cream and butter. I say, "Great, Cory, I'll call you later in
the week for directions. I forget how to get to your house." He says, "Can
you pick me up at Stop & Shop? I work until four on Saturday." I go, "Done
deal, hommie, I'll see you then," and we say goodbye. Chubby's like, "Was
that was Cory Dunlevy?" I tell him about it and get a pat on the back,
"That's nice of you, Dylan. You're a sweet kid." I go, "I know," and finish
the salad with a smile on my face 'cause I like compliments.

Chicken on the grill is my favorite way to eat chicken; barbecued chicken
is next, then fried chicken is third, but close to barbecued, and then
roast chicken is my forth favorite. Oh, and chicken wings cooked almost
anyway are excellent too. Chicken rocks. Chubby's dinner rocks too and we
eat it all with cupcakes for dessert; three each. They're all vanilla
cupcakes with butter cream frosting. After cleaning up the kitchen, we wash
up in Chubby's bathroom, and then we're on our way. Chubby says, "I've got
a date with Mary Jo tomorrow night and Thursday night I work for her
father." I say, "That reminds me: Friday morning I'll get a ride to work
with Ryan." Chubby asks, "Why would you do that?" I say, "I'm having a
sleep over Thursday night at his house." Chubby's like, "A sleep over? What
are you, nine years old?" I go, "Nine year old boys do not have the kind of
sleep over we're going to have." Chubby mutters, "You gay boy are loose
with the sex." I go, "We are not. It's rare gay boys our age have sex."
Chubby says, "Yeah, that's true for most gay boys your age, but you, your
boyfriend, and Ryan are hardly like most nineteen year old gay boys." I go,
"I'll take that as a compliment; I'm into accepting compliments today." He
laughs, "You're an original, Dylan, you really are." I ask, "When we gonna
take care of our feet again?" He says, "Whenever you can fit me in." I go,
"Have your people contact my people, and we'll do lunch." He laughs again,
asking, "What are you making for our lunch Thursday?" To be a ball buster,
I say, "How about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?" He says, "Think
higher, like thinly sliced baked ham and swiss cheese on pumpernickel." I
go, "I don't know for sure, but it'll be good. Where'd ya get those
cupcakes? We need to bring them for dessert after lunch." We talk about
food as Chubby drives us to the bowling alley. When we get there Robby and
Ryan are waiting for us.  Ryan and I immediately look each other in the
eyes and bite our bottom lips. I'm not sure if I'm copying Ryan with that
or he's copying me, but Robby's right; Ryan and I do a lot of the same
things now. Robby and Chubby are talking about how badly the Red Sox suck
this year. Ryan, standing too close to me, asks, "Did you have a good time
this afternoon, boyfriend?" and he puts his arm around my waist as I lean
into him, saying, "You know I did, boyfriend. Can't wait for Thursday
night." He squeezes my side and my arm goes around him now as my dick
starts firming up. I can smell him, so I murmur, "You smell good; I love
your sexy scent." He goes, "Yeah, you mentioned that. What else do you love
about me?" I quietly say, "Only everything," as I feel myself getting into
a little bit of a trance. Ryan does that to me without him even trying. He
asks, with his lips touching my ear, "How many times do you want me to fuck
you Thursday night?" I gulp, muttering, "As many times as you decide,
Ryan. You're in charge." He goes, "I know that, and I love that you let me
be in charge. You smell sexy too and I wish we could go off in Rob's pickup
so I can give your ass another hard fucking right now. I'd love to do
that." I mumble, "Me too, Ryan." Robby says, "Aren't you too being a little
obvious? Discretion is what you two need." I snap out of my trance and step
towards Robby. I'm embarrassed, so I try to be funny to cover that up,
"Save me, Rob, my twin's in my head." Robby rubs my hair, saying, "It sure
looks like it, but us three agreed that we'd keep public displays of
affection to a minimum; we don't like it when other people get all gooey
with each other in public." Still trying to make light of our embarrassing
behavior, I say, "I'm sorry, Rob, but it's all Ryan's fault." Ryan goes,
"It's both our faults, Dylan," as he moves too close to Robby, who says,
"Behave you two, let's get our bowling shoes, Chubby's already got his."
Ryan and I smirk at each other behind Robby's back, then Ryan sticks his
pink tongue out at me. I stifle a childish giggle thinking how much I'd
like to feel his tongue on mine.

When we're all wearing used bowling shoes, Chubby says, "Let's do teams,
three strings and the losers buy the beers." Ryan wants to know, "Where we
gonna get the beers?" Chubby goes, "At my house. A dollar fifty each, which
is how much my mom paid for them." Robby asks, "Really? We can have a
couple of beers afterwards?" Chubby goes, "Sure, did ya ever hear of
bowling without beer?" Ryan and I go, "Yeah, we have," and Robby laughs
because we said that together. Chubby glances at Robby, probably wondering
what he's laughing at, and then Chubby says, "We'll, I haven't. Do we got a
deal?" We all agree and then we each scribble a number from one to ten on
torn off pieces of the score sheets. The two high numbers will be one one
team, and the other two are the other team. It ends up being Robby and me
against Chubby and Ryan. Ryan looks disappointed, and Chubby yells, "Ya
don't want to be on my team?" with fake outrage, as he shakes Ryan, who
laughs, "No, that's not true; I was hoping to be on your team, Jeffrey."
Chubby says, "Hey, only Billy Lee can call me 'Jeffrey'," and we talk about
him for a minute, deciding he's okay. As the bowling proceeds one thing
becomes obvious: we all suck at candlepin bowling, but that makes it a
close game. Robby's competitive juices are flowing and he tries his ass off
while the rest of us mostly goof off. Two bowlers who suck, against two
other bowler who also suck, but one of the sucky bowlers is trying his ass
off; well, that team wins. Robby and I win with a three game total of a
measly three hundred and forty-eight. Ryan and Chubby's combined total is
even more measly at three hundred and thirty. I sucked the most of the four
of us, but Robby was the best of a poor lot, so we came out on top. I'm
gonna need to get some practice time in before bowling with Cory, who's
good at candlepins. Mostly we had a good time with a lot of laughs, ragging
on each other and giving high fives or fist bumps anytime anyone came close
to a strike. There were no strikes, but we made some rare spares. We drive
back to Chubby's and take beers out onto his balcony to drink while we
smoke and rehash our bowling competition. Chubby's got his arm around
Ryan's neck, bragging about his partner. Chubby claims Ryan had the most
'almost' strikes. Then he adds, "The downside to my partner here," as he
jostles Ryan, "is he also had the most gutter balls." Everyone's in a good
mood and I like that there's some bonding going on between Chubby and
Ryan. Knowing Chubby, he purposely went out of his way to do that so Ryan
would feel like he belongs, not just with Robby and me, but in our general
group of friends.

We all have two beers with Ryan trying to pay for his share, but Chubby
insisting, "That's alright, partner, my treat this time." Robby finishes
his second beer, and asks me, "Ready to take a ride?" I do Ryan's fast head
nod up and down a few times, saying, "Oh, yeah," getting a smile from Robby
and a frown from Ryan. We split up with Chubby visiting Mary Jo, Ryan
heading home, and Robby and me exchanging hungry glances on our way to his
pickup. Ryan walks down to the cars with us where Robby and me give him a
kiss goodbye. He says, "I'm jealous," to both of us. We tussle his hair,
saying, "You have your turns, Ryan." He shrugs and mutters, "Yeah, you're
right. Tomorrow night, right Rob?" Robby goes, "You know it, hottie,"
picking up on my nickname for Ryan. Ryan hesitates, then says, "Well, good
night, have fun you two. I love you both." Ah, parting is such sweet
sorrow, or something like that. Robby and I watch him go as Robby's
muttering, "What a good kid, huh Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, you picked out a
winner for yourself, Robby." He goes, "For you too it seems, but I'm loving
our threesome. Come on, boyfriend, I've been missing you." In Robby's
pickup, I ask, "Where we going, Robby?" He says, "To Dickers Landscaping,
no one's there at night and if any random police drive by questioning us,
we work for the company and my dad owns it." I go, "Ohhh, that's a good
plan." Robby's like, "It's after ten o'clock and I'd like to be home by
eleven, so help me out with that okay? Don't be so adorable I can't bare to
leave you until one o'clock in the morning." I mumble, "I'll try not to be
adorable, but it won't be easy." He gives me a grin, then asks, "How am I
doing in my supervisor's position?" I go, "Well, for a guy that had one of
the dumbest ideas I've ever heard; the one where you wanted to make Ryan
your assistant, you've rebounded spectacularly and you're doing at
excellent job if ya wanna know the truth."  He goes, "Thanks, Dylan, but
maybe I should ask Chubby because you wouldn't say anything bad about me
even if I'm fucking everything up." I go, "You're not though, I'm serious
when I say you're really doing a great job. No complaints from anyone that
I've heard." He goes, "Glad to hear it; I just hope the new guys feel that
way too. Ya know, Derek said we looked like a cub scout troop when I
introduced everyone." I go, "Yeah, he told us that today, but he said he
was wrong 'cause we work hard. Anyway, he only said that because we're all
young looking and cute." Robby laughs, "You're something, Dylan. The things
you say." I go, "It's true," and Robby's like, "Yeah, well, the other
supervisors are surprised we're all so young looking too, but we're
nineteen and the new guys are older then that. Plus there are other
nineteen year old kids on crews too." I say, "Yeah, but they're not
young-looking and cute like we are... just saying."

Robby parks away from the garages because there's security lights overhead
that stay on all night there. He drives us on the other side of the
building and parks, turning off the lights. Bright moon and lots of stars,
but it's still fairly dark. Robby scoots over on the seat and gets his arms
around my neck, pulling my head next to his; he kisses the side of my face,
saying, "You always smell so good, Dylan." I hear that a lot, and smell the
back of my arm; yeah, I do smell good. Then from Robby a longer kiss in the
same spot with his nose against my face. Then he asks, "How do you think
I'm doing being the main boyfriend in our threesome?" I say, "You couldn't
be better, Robby. We both love everything about you," and I get another
kiss and a muffled, "Thanks, for saying that." I go, "You smell good too
and, um, can I suck your cock?" He says, "That's be nice, Dylan. Do you
want to take it out for me too?" I go, "Yeah, I do, but should I get
undressed first?" He says, "Yeah, why don'cha." I like being naked so I
pull my tee-shirt over my head and wiggle out of my shorts and underwear,
then lift my legs sitting bare-assed on the seat, and Robby gets my shorts
and underwear over my sneakers. "I like seeing you naked, Dylan, you've got
the hottest body," and he leans over and presses his face against my belly
and does an exaggerated inhale, mumbling, "Oh my God, I love that smell."
Then he lifts my cock and sucks me a boner. When I'm hard he lifts his face
to look at me, saying, "I like looking at your boner too. Its my favorite
boner," and I can't stop myself from asking, "You like it better than
Ryan's?" Robby goes, "Yep, I do. My next favorite boner besides your's is
mine, then Ryan's. He's got a big one though." I mutter, "Yeah, I know,"
and Robby asks, "How's it feel up your rear end?" I go, "Good, but so does
your's," and he grins, "You're quite the diplomat, Dylan." I go, "No, it's
the truth. I always tell the truth a hundred percent of almost all the
time." He laughs, "You make me laugh more than your twin does. He's more
serious when we're together." I say, "I've seen you guys goofing on each
other," and Robby's like, "Yeah, when it's all three of us, but just him
and me he seems serious, like he doesn't want to do anything wrong." I go,
"He'll relax, he can't believe he has you for a boyfriend, that's why he's
serious with you." Robby says, "I like the way you two stick-up for each
other," and then he leans in and his lips meet mine for a serious lover's
kiss. I hug him around his neck with both my arms and we kiss for a few
minutes, then rub our noses together, breathing hard. "You turn me on more
than anyone, Dylan; you're the sexiest boy I've ever met." I say, "You too,
Robby," and he chuckles. "You always do that, I come up with compliments
and you say,'right back at you,' but I gotta do all the work." I mutter, "I
think we've had this conversation before," Robby give me a quick kiss,
saying, "I believe you're right, and I hope you never change. Now, my
little Robby's waiting for you; he's slightly firm already 'cause kissing
with you is sexy."

On the floor facing Robby, I'm on my knees between his legs, staring into
his eyes that look dark, not blue, in the faint light of the moon. Shifting
my eyes to his cargo shorts I unsnap then and pull down the zipper. Earlier
Ryan fucked my horniness out of me, but fortunately I was born with an
elevated sex drive, which should probably be in the Guinness book of world
records, but I haven't bothered to contact them yet. In any case, I'm
anxious for some gay sex with Robby, horny or not. I quietly say,"Lift up
Robby and I'll pull your pants down so I can rim you too." He lifts his ass
off the seat and I get his shorts down to his ankles, then his boxer
shorts. I can spread in legs some now, "Scoot forward a little," he does
that, as I'm moving his cock and balls aside with my fingers and go right
for his asshole, sucking on it. Robby's scent is strong here; smelling him
is like coming home. It's so very familiar and oh so nice; it's a loving
feelings I have for him and it fills my heart. I notice something else too:
boys' asshole all taste the same. It's the only thing I've detected that
all boys have in common. Well, not the only thing because there are many
things most boys have in common, obviously, but I mean in the areas of
taste and smell. Robby's usually cleaner down here then he is today, but I
eliminate the acrid taste in a minute or so, and then it's merely the very
pleasant and very submissive act of licking my boyfriend's asshole. It
gives me a boner quicker than sucking his cock does. Kissing with a boy is
awesome too, and the same for holding hands. Doing what I did earlier with
Ryan, I suck on the lips of Robby's anus until the lips of his asshole are
trembling. Robby moans and squirms on the seat, then lifts his ass up with
a hand on either side of him and lets out a long, "Oooooh". He sits back
down with his cock hard as it rests against my cheek; it feels like a fat
wooden dowel.  Yeah, a wood dowel that's leaking precum. Getting my tongue
inside his ass I fuck him with my tongue a little, and he grunts, "I need
to fuck you now. Stand up, turn around, and lean against the dashboard."
It's awesome hearing how aroused he gets from me licking and tonguing his
asshole, and his bossiness turns me on too. Quickly I suck the precum from
his cock, leaving a lot of spit. Then do what Robby said; I'm getting
really good at doing what I'm told. Standing and turning around as I'm
stroking my own precum leaking wood dowel. Gawd, I love gay sex! I'm
getting good at rimming and liking it more and more, the more I do
it. Robby staggers up behind me pulling on his boner. He needs to bend over
some to accommodate the ceiling of the pickup. Breathing noisily, he gets a
hand on my waist and uses his other hand to guide his boner to my asshole
and pokes it at my asshole so it's just spreading the lips of my
anus. Another sigh from Robby, then he pushes his cock's head in past my
sphincter muscle and we both do a long, "Aaahhhh." He reaches around
getting his fist on my boner while pushing his up my ass two more
inches. We both let out another, "Aaahhhhh," then from Robby "Your ass is
so sexy, Dylan," and I go, "Uh huh, I love when you fuck me, Robby." He
strokes my boner, then grips my hips with both hands leaning into me
pushing his cock up my ass the rest of the way. Laying against my back, he
kisses the side of my face and I turn my head so the sides of our lips can
meet for a wet kiss, then he starts fucking me hard, grunting with each
penetration. It feels fantastic right from the start, although it's
different from Ryan's fuck because their cocks are different and their
bodies feel different too. Robby's body is athletic and hard, while Ryan
has a small tight body. The main difference though is the scents that fill
my brain as they fuck me; Robby and Ryan have very different scents.

Robby's been fucking both me and my twin regularly, and he's become
noticeably better at it of late. He's including new little twists like
varying the the way he drives his boner up my ass, sometimes a little more
pressure at the left of my rectum, and then his cock will massage my
prostate for three or four thrusts, and then he'll do an upward drive of
his cock. Robby freely let's the sexual sensations he's feeling show in his
moans and sighs of pleasure, which adds to my sexual arousal. Robby's
slamming his groin against my ass and the skin against skin slapping sound
is sexy too. The sound is unique to anal intercourse and usually the sound
means two males are fucking. I loving this entire sexual experience except
for the fact my boner bangs into the dashboard with each of Robby's
energetic thrusts of is hard, boned-up cock. He leans on my back with his
arms around my belly, grunting as he does hard short thrusts up my ass, and
then the short stabs get faster as he goes, "Ahhhhh, umpth, un, un," and
pours his load of cum into my bowels, continuing fucking me in his cum that
slushes out my ass with each withdrawal and thrust. I begin squealing
little squeals as my climax builds and builds until a minute later I arch
my back and let out a long moan as cum splashes off the dashboard; oh God,
there's nothing like climaxing!  Robby keeps pumping my ass, grunting with
the effort. Oh it feels soooo good. I shoot out another three little spurts
as my head buzzes and my vision gets very narrow as my cock's shooting the
last of my small load. And then we're both limp. Robby, with his arms
around me, pulls me backwards to sit on his lap on the seat, his short cock
still up my ass, I go, "Ooooh, ooh," and lay back on Robby, feeling
wonderful. My life seems so perfect and I love Robby so much, but I can't
talk at the moment to tell him that. His chest heaves against my back. When
he's breathing almost normally, he mumbles, "Damn, that was good. Nobody
has an ass like your's Dylan, your's is the best; it's like your rectum
moves on my boner and your rectum muscles are strong, plus your sphincter
is so tight when you close it.  I'm lucky if I can pull my dick out of your
ass. In short, your ass is a freak of nature, in an absolutely awesome way
of course. It is for us gay boys anyway, those of us lucky enough to fuck
you." Hmmm, maybe that's why everyone says I have a great ass. "No one's
every told me why my ass is awesome, Robby, but you just did. Damn, you do
make it sound awesome. I never felt anything like that when I fucked, um,
the few boys I was lucky enough to fuck." Robby chuckles, "The few dozen,
you mean." I go, "That hurts my feelings, boyfriend. I hardly ever get to
fuck anyone." No need for me to clarify it's me who gets fucked ninety
percent of the time. Robby says, "I'm being serious when I ask this: is
there a chance you and Ryan are going to dump me. You two make a really
cute couple and you seemed really into each other lately." I go, "Why would
you even ask me that? I'm never dumping you and if you dump me I'm gonna
stalk you until you take me back. Anyway, you and me are the cutest couple;
we're the bobbsey twins, remember?" Robby chuckles, going, "Oh yeah, those
college guys called us that the first year we worked on the crew. Damn,
that makes me think of the psycho Joel too." I go, "Try not to."

Robby says, "I still got a boner, probably because I'm not getting as much
sex as you twins have been getting lately. Ride my boner a little bit,
Dylan." I go, "Mmmmm, be glad to," With a hand on either side of me I push
up against the seat and ride his four inch boner until he's moaning
again. Then he says, "Get up on the seat, hands and knees." His cock slides
out of me as I'm doing what I'm told. Robby says, "I think I got another
orgasm building. I'll do some hot doggie style fucking on your primo ass."
Robby gets behind me and fucks me fast for a good ten minutes until I'm
really aroused, hot and bothered all over again, thrusting my hips forward
thinking I'm gonna cum, but nothing shoots out. Damn, Robby fucks good! He
hammers his cock up my ass even faster now, then does a shrill little
desperate sound and has a second orgasms making whimpering sounds almost
like crying near the end of his small orgasm. Man, I know that feeling very
well; it's like you can't believe the incredible sensations right before
climaxing. Then he takes a deep breath, and mutters, "Oh God, that's so
special." And, as he's pulling his cock out I purposely squeeze my rectum
muscles trying to hold him inside me. He laughs and smacks my ass hard
twice as he withdraws. Putting tissue on the seat, he says, "Sit on these,
Dylan, I've pumped a lot of cum up your ass tonight. Damn good climaxes and
it's your ass that's mostly responsible." Another hard slap on my buttocks,
with him mumbling, "You probably need a spanking for what you've been up to
with Ryan." I sit on the tissue nestling in against Robby and he puts his
arm around me kissing me, asking, "Do you deserve a spanking, boyfriend?" I
mutter, "Probably, but I didn't fuck my twin even once." He chuckles, "That
don't mean you two haven't been fucking like rabbits, does it?" I go,
"Well, not like rabbits." He hugs me and kisses me again, saying, "It's
stupid how much I love you. What you do to me is crazy." I ask, "Whaddaya
mean? I'm faithful to our threesome." He goes, "I mean the way you make me
love you; not on purpose, you're just naturally sexy and lovable and I love
you to death." Another long kiss on my forehead, then he adds, "Plus, with
that ass of yours, it's not a fair fight, you got it all." I can't possibly
snuggle with Robby enough to satisfy myself. I love him like wildfire and
he's full of compliments for me tonight which makes it even better. We talk
about the party this Saturday night. Robby, Chubby, and me have been
emailing kids from both Merrimack and high school, inviting them to the
party, and like most parties, word of mouth will spread and we'll get some
uninvited guests too. Robby wants the alcohol consumption to be discrete;
no actual liquor bottles showing up. Make the rum and cokes or vodka or
whatever in your car. Beer is okay in small amounts, but Robby and I are
going to be keeping a watch for any obviously drunk kids; they're gonna
need to leave. Mr. Dickers will be watching along with a friend of his from
work, and there'll be other adult neighbors who will act as unofficial
chaperones. None of the beer will be supplied by the Dickers in an attempt
to keep Mr. Dickers out of jail; serving liquor to underage kids is frowned
upon in our town. Our drinking needs to be done out of sight, but there
will be drinking because it's inevitable. Being a prominent businessman in
the community, Mr. Dickers is friendly with the local police so we don't
expect any trouble, but we're being cautious just the same. I convince
Robby that I need to tell Connor about the party. I'll tell him tomorrow
and ruin the surprise part, but it'll make everything more doable now that
Dodger's also a guest of honor.

I ask how Dodger's doing, and Robby's like, "Oh yeah, I'm suppose to ask
you if you'll give Dodger and Vinnie haircuts? They want to get one last
haircut together from you before Dodger's gone. Ya know, for old times
sake." I go, "Of course, but those two attack me when I'm cutting their
hair, especially Dodger with his haircut fetish." Robby goes, "Don't tell
me about it, but you can indulge them one last time, can't you? Like every
other gay boy in Massachusetts, Dodger's got a major crush on you." I'm not
commenting on that, but oh boy, one last three way with Dodger and
Vinnie... yeah, I can handle that, fer sure. I go, "Good to hear Dodger and
Vinnie are tight again?" "Tighter then ever; I don't know how Vinnie's
going to survive without his idol. Oh, and can you give them haircuts in
the pool house Wednesday after work? They want to be able to smoke when you
three are doing whatever it is you'll be doing." They'll be smoking
alright, and not just cigarettes. I go, "Oh, okay, yeah, Wednesday after
work will be good when you and your favorite twin will be together?" Robby
goes, "Oh right, Ryan's my favorite. You know better than that. You've had
me wrapped around your finger like... well, like forever." I go, "I have
not," and he says, "Have so," and we do that silliness for awhile chuckling
like nine year olds. Taking a chance, I ask, "Um, Rob, have you considered
extending our threesome beyond the fall, like maybe all the way through our
sophomore year?" He goes, "Really? You'd consider doing that?" I go, "For
you I would. It's just that we've never been closer, you and me, and
everything seems to be working beyond belief; it's a miracle, but all three
of us are the happiest we've ever been." Robby goes, "Hmmm, don't think I
fell for that, 'for you I would,' line. You love Ryan too; but still,
you're right about the three of us being happier then ever before. I think
'miracle' is the right word for it alright. Yeah, why not extend our
threesome beyond September. I want to be the one who tells Ryan though." I
say, "You should be the one because, even though you pooh pooh it, you are
our leader. Yep, as far as Ryan and me are concerned you're our leader and
it doesn't matter if you think you are or not." He goes, "Yeah, I do know
I'm the leader and I think about what's best for the three of us all the
time, but in the end we all need to agree on my decisions. Being the leader
of our threesome has helped me feel comfortable in my supervisory position
too, it really has. I need to thanks you for that too." I mumble, "You're
welcome," as I snuggle in tighter putting my arm around him and kissing his
chest. I go, "Will you take your shirt off Rob so I can feel your awesome
skin." He struggles to get his shirt off with me clinging to him, as he
says, "I noticed you called me 'Rob'. That's because we were talking about
Ryan, and that's so cute." He's got his shirt off so I hug against him
tightly, muttering, "He hypnotizes me or something. That's how he gets me
to act like him; he should be imitating me since I'm your number one
boyfriend." Robby laughs; he laughs easily lately. "That's between you two,
but you'll always be number one in my book, Dylan." We talk about this new
idea of continuing our threesome through our sophomore year, and even
consider keeping it going indefinitely. Then reality sets in, and Robby
says, "Of course there are so many things that could happen to derail our
plans, things we can't even imagine right now. Hell, maybe we'll be lucky
if our threesome even lasts the summer." Then he goes, "Dammit! Look at the
time; it's already five after eleven." I mutter, "So what? We're young; we
don't need eight hours of sleep every night, and you need to fuck me one
last time before we go."

Robby's picking up his shirt, mumbling, "When I'm with you I lose my mind."
I nag, "Oh, come on Rob, pleeeze, just a quicky." He goes, "Oh alright,
suck me a boner, number one." Scrambling off the seat I get between his
legs on my knees, on the floor again, and suck his sloppy cock knowing it's
been up my ass twice. Ya can't be a germaphobe and a good submissive gay
sex partner at the same time. I choose to be the latter. I'm good at
sucking cute boy's cocks and Robby's soon squirming and moving his feet as
the sensations grow. I've got a good boner going for both of us now, so I
hold his to the side and lick his sensitive testicles which are also known
technically as nuts or balls. After two more minutes of that I've got his
nuts in my mouth humming on them and lapping them with my tongue. Robby
pushes my head away, and breathlessly says, "Up here on the seat, Dylan,
lay on your stomach." Up I go, laying on the seat with my feet in the air
and my toes against the driver's side window. Robby pushes his boner,
dripping with saliva, up my ass. We've been cuddling, kissing, and talking
for over an hour so maybe I'll have another little climax. Rushed for time,
Robby fucks me fast and he's surprisingly rough with it, slapping my ass as
he's jamming his cock inside me. I like the rough stuff, especially from
mild mannered Robby, so I'm quickly aroused with moans and groans of sexual
pleasure matching Robby's. My face squishes in the cum soaked tissues I'd
been sitting on. I'm very aroused again and after ten minutes I get the
familiar frantic feeling of orgasm; then two streaks of cum shoot from my
cock with sensations so hot I'm gagging from the sounds of pleasure trying
to get out of my throat. Robby follows my little orgasm with a small one of
his own; it's his the third of the night. He collapse on my back and after
a minute I wrestle around so we're chest to chest. Then we have one of the
nicest lover's make-outs ever, and it goes on for fifteen minutes or
so. Robby mumbles, "The hell with the time; I can't get enough of you,
Dylan," and we go at the licking, lip sucking, tongue sucking and kissing
again. Our faces wet with saliva as we grovel together hot and
excited. Robby sits up, lifts my legs, and slide his cock back up my ass
for another few minutes of fucking. Nothing close to an orgasm results from
it, but I love being fucked by Robby anytime. He pulls out, saying, "Damn,
this was a good night, Dylan. Tell me you love me so I believe you," and I
sit-up with my arms around his neck, my face a inch from his as I describe
my undying love for him and mean every word of it. He finally kisses my
lips, saying, "Okay, you're getting better at that; you still haven't
reached the level of love I have for you, but you're getting' there."
Taking a deep breath, I let him go and start putting my clothes on, saying,
"Hey, I spent four minutes telling you how much I love you, but how 'bout
me." He chuckles. saying, "You know damn well I'm so in love and devoted to
you it's off the charts and bordering on obsession; my love for you has
been growing from a year before we met, growing right up to this very
minute. Hell, it is an obsession." I go, "Hmmm, I like the sound of
that. We're good." He tussles my hair, saying, "Yeah, I think we are." When
I'm dressed Robby drives out of Dicker's Landscape and Design with only one
hand on the steering wheel because I'm holding his other hand. He glances
over at me every now and then with a smile. My love affair with Robby is
different than the one I have with Ryan; it's sweeter and purer then the
driven rain... whatever that means. I'm not inferring Ryan and I aren't in
love 'cause we are, it's just different. All three of us need to be
unselfish to make this threesome work, and we are. That's another miracle
right there. Things are almost perfect.

In his pickup outside my condo we do some more kissing, with me mumbling,
"It's hard letting go of you, Robby, I didn't know how good I had it at
college getting to sleep with you every night. Next year I'm not taking
that for granted." Robby says, "I'm not taking anything for granted, we
have something unique and incredibly special going for us; all three of us
actually, but you and me especially. This summer's gonna be great and next
year at college will be even better because we live together." We both need
sleep so one last kiss and I get out of the pickup, then wave to Robby as
he drives away. With a contended sigh, I trudge up the steps thinking about
how wonderful tonight's been. Starting with the bowling, right up till
right now it's been a great summer night. After a quick shower, I'm in bed
thinking, 'Boy, my ass has certainly been toughened up. It started in Key
West, and that's another unintended favor Willie did for me. Yeah, and
what's he been up to I wonder? I wouldn't mind hearing from him, but I
can't see him because both my bossy boyfriends forbid it. Maybe it's best
he doesn't call'. Then my alarm goes off. Jeez, two days in a row I've
gotten to bed late; wow, I'm tired, but now I gotta go down cellar to fold
our uniforms from the dryer. The uniforms have been in the dryer all night,
but they're not too wrinkled. I iron them with my hands as best I can, then
fold them and put them in a plastic bag. We gotta do this every three days?
Jeez, maybe we can all get one or two more uniforms. Back upstairs I take
care of bathroom matters, get dressed and go outside with the laundry to
wait for Chubby, who appears a minute later, saying, "Morning, bro, you
look tired. Is that our uniforms ya got there?" I go, "Me tired? No
way. Yeah, cleaned uniforms for today and Wednesday, it's your turn to have
clean uniforms for Thursday. What'd ya make for our lunch?" He goes, "My
famous egg salad sandwiches," I go, "Yum, you make the best egg salad. What
else?" He says, "Potato chips, Cokes, and the last two cupcakes." At the
Jeep he asks, "You wanna drive, Dylan?" I go, "No, I forget how; it's been
so long since I drove our Jeep I'm not sure I'd know where the key goes."
We get in as Chubby's asking, "You trying to make me feel bad?" I go,
"Yep," and he hugs me over to him, saying, "It didn't work," then he says,
"You always smell so nice, like you're new." I go, "You too, we both smell
the same," and Chubby drives our Jeep onto the highway, muttering, "It'd be
great if I smelled like you; Mary Jo says I smell sexy." I say, "Yeah,
she's right; we both smell sexy; at least that's what I've been told." We
talk about Saturday's party, realizing it's almost here. It's six
thirty-five on a Wednesday morning so it's too early to call Connor, but I
need to do that some time today.

Ryan's on the blacktop as Chubby drives into the parking lot. Ryan waves at
us, then comes right over to our Jeep. I get out and he puts his arm around
my waist, saying, "Hi, Dylan." I give him a 'look' and he goes, "Oh, yeah,
my bad," and takes his arm from around my waist, and instead puts his arm
across my shoulders, his body right next to mine. Chubby says to Ryan, "How
ya doing, partner?" referring to last night's bowling. Ryan's a little shy
right now, like he usually is at first, "Hi, Chubby, we'll get 'em next
time, won't we?" Chubby lightly punches Ryan's belly, saying, "That's
right, champ, we're gonna be bowling partners next time too so we can
extract revenge." I say, "Chubby, did I tell ya I'll be spending tomorrow
night with Ryan?" Chubby says, "Yeah, you did; you and your twin are having
a sleep over; you'll make s'mores, play hide and seek, and sing Kum Ba Ya."
I go, "Well, cum could be in play, fer sure." Ryan laughs and Chubby goes,
"You gay boys have it made; your friends are also your sex partners. Very
convenient." Inside the locker room we're changing into the clean uniforms,
washed and dried by me. Chubby's shocked, asking, "You didn't iron the
shorts?" I go, "No, who irons shorts?" Ryan says, "I do," and I'm like,
"Okay, next time I will. Rough it today with un-ironed cargo shorts."
Chubby says, "It's just that I like to look good on the job, don't you,
Ryan?" Ryan looks panicked, like he'll need to side with Chubby rather than
me. I'm smirking, wondering how he'll get around this. He says, "Oh yeah,
Chubby, but Dylan did a good job hand-ironing the shorts so we look pretty
good." Chubby gives him a look, like, 'Oh, come on!' and Ryan says, "We do
look good; these shorts are excellently hand-ironed. Aren't they, Dylan?" I
go, "Yep," as Chubby mutters, "The gay boys stick up for each other. I'm
friggin out numbered anyway." We're out on the blacktop in plenty of time
this morning, so no push ups. Robby comes out of the supervisor's meeting
as we're checking the assignment sheet. Derek and William are just standing
there, waiting. Robby goes, "Good morning. As you know, we've got all large
properties to handle today so we'll need to load the big walk-behind mower
as well as the ride-on one. Dyan and William, I'd appreciate if you two
would load that mower before Derek loads the ride-on mower. At the job site
I'll use the ride on mower and William will handle the other one because
he's the only one with experience. Today Dylan will walk with William
learning to use that mower." Then to me, "When he feels you're ready, he'll
will let you try it, Dylan." Addressing everyone again, he says, "All of
you will get an opportunity with it during the next couple of weeks, but be
very careful with that thing, it's tricky. All the properties we're working
on today have hedges of one kind or another and a couple of the properties
will require tree limb removal, so get the proper tools loaded onto the
truck." We're all still looking at Robby, who smiles and says, "That was
your cue to start loading the equipment onto the truck." Chubby says, "Oh,
shouldn't you tell us a joke or something first; you know, so we'll know
our boss is a regular guy." Chubby presents this silliness as if he's
serious. Robby smiles, saying, "What an excellent suggestion. I'll run that
by the experienced supervisors and see if they've thought of it." Chubby's
nodding his head, like, 'Well, okay'. We all walk towards the equipment
garage with Chubby saying, "See, I've already scored some browny points
with the boss." William doesn't know what to make of Chubby because Chubby
says everything as if he's serious. Derek couldn't care less one way or the
other. Me and Ryan are grinning at each other because we know Chubby's just
being Chubby; he doesn't take anything seriously except him and me.

The truck gets loaded with Chubby and William exchanging friendly comments
that gets them both laughing; they're calling each other 'Jeffrey' and
'Billy Lee', which neither of them prefers. It didn't take Chubby long to
break through William's standoffishness. We climb up onto to bed of the
truck. Ryan and I huddle at our normal spot on one side of the mowers while
Chubby takes his normal spot on the other side, saying, "Over here Billy
Lee, I saved a place for you." "Damn, nice of you, Jeffrey," from William,
as he sits down next to Chubby out of our view. Ryan takes my hand and puts
it on his lap leaning in to me, whispering, "See if you can give me a boner
by the time we get to the first job site." He's very earnest about it too;
really cute. Without thinking, I do his fast head nod and subtly massage
his cock from outside his cargo shorts. Ryan's wearing prescription
sunglasses today that look exactly like his round clear glasses except the
lenses are dark. With the sunglasses, and his Dickers' Landscaping baseball
hat on, and that cute face, I have a hard time keeping myself from kissing
him. Sometimes he can be so fucking innocent, almost childlike, and it's
adorable. Chubby calls over, "You guys secure?" I yell, "Roger that!" so
Chubby stands to give the thumbs-up to Robby. The truck lurches forward and
we're on our way with me rubbing Ryan's dick. Robby and Derek can't see any
of us from their front seat when we sit back here, which is why Chubby
needs to stand giving the thumbs up when we're good to go. We barely get
out on the main road when I feel Ryan's cock getting hard. He's giggling as
I double check to see if either Chubby or William can see us; they can't
because the two big mowers block their view. Because of the traffic and
wind noise I can't them either. Taking advantage of our hidden
circumstance, I lean over and kiss Ryan on the side of his mouth. He turns
his head smiling and we do an awesome wet kiss with lots of tongue, and now
we both have boners in our pants. Ryan puts his lips on my ear, and says,
"I wish it was our turn tonight, Dylan." Damn, I wouldn't mind that
either. I pull Ryan's head over with my fingers gripping his chin so I can
put my lips on his ear, "Tomorrow we'll make-up for tonight, Ryan," then I
stick my tongue in his ear and wiggle it around leaving lots of spit. He's
scrunching his face shrugging this shoulder, giggling again. He gets my jaw
and turns my head so he can say in my ear, "That was so sexy," and of
course he does the same thing with his tongue in my ear only with more spit
than I left in his. Then he turns my head so we can do a serious lover's
kiss that almost has be blowing a load in my shorts. Jesus! What a hottie!
We're both groping ourselves with one hand and sticking a finger in our
spit-saturated ear with the other, grinning at one another like two
fools. He leans over and we rub noses for half a minute, then he goes back
to just holding my hand with his other arm around my waist hugging me
against his side. It all makes for a nice ride to our first job of the
morning. Damn, it's fun having two boyfriends, and working with them too.

The first job will take an hour with all six of us working. It's sunny and
hot so we all work up a sweat even though it's barely eight o'clock in the
morning. I'm wearing my expensive Oakley sunglasses, the ones Willie bought
me, and I'm feeling kind of cool walking beside William, who's shouting
over the noise of the big walk-behind mower explaining things about it with
me leaning my head near his, trying to hear him. I'm paying attention to
what he's saying because this machine looks powerful and I'd rather not cut
my foot off with it when it's my turn to operate it. Well, to be accurate,
I'm paying attention to him in between sneaking glances at his face. He's
looking straight ahead keeping the cut-line straight. He's twenty or
twenty-one years old and up this close to him I'm seeing some promising
signs. He's better looking than I originally thought, and he has an
extremely sexy mouth. I can also see a shadow of whiskers too; they might
feel hot while making out. Neither of my two boyfriends, or anyone I've
been lucky enough to have sex with, has whiskers, except Ray; he has just
the beginnings of a beard that he lets go two or three days between
shavings. You know what: it just hit me, William is sexy in the same way
Ray is. I can't put my finger on it for either of them, but I know it when
I see it. Then I feel a little wistful about Ray because I won't be able to
help him discover if he's bisexual anymore, and the last time he fucked me
was pretty damn hot too. Jeez, Ray. I forgot about him, and he'll be
calling me I'm sure of that. My two boyfriends are pretty adamant about me
not having sex outside our threesome. Ryan even went so far as to infer
that's the only thing that would get him thinking about dumping me; me
straying outside our threesome. It'd break his heart too I'll bet, but
something tells me he'd stick by his word and I don't want that. My twin
and my boyfriend are allowing me to have a goodbye and good-luck fuck with
Connor because I promised Connor before our three-way love affair got going
really good, and because Connor's going in the Army. Dodger is Robby's
brother, of course, and he's going in the Army too, plus he fucks me, so
they're allowing that too, but after that it's no more sex on the side for
me. Scary feeling to realize that, but Ryan and Robby are worth it although
it's going to hurt Ray's feeling when I turn him down. That being said,
there's still going be be temptations is for me. I'm not going to take a
chance on fucking up this good thing though; hell, I love my two
boyfriends, really love them! Nobody said I can't look though, and
William's getting hotter looking by the minute. Usually I like slim boys,
but William's macho body is interestingly sexy. I can see his bicep muscles
bulge when he changes direction with the big mower, and I can just imagine
being held in those strong arms and kissing his face with a two day growth
of whiskers on it. Yipes! I just got the shivers thinking about that. Those
pouty lips of his and his gleaming white teeth are a turn-on too; plus,
from what I can see of his mouth while he's talking, he's got that very
pink tongue and gums that some guys have; bubble gum pink, like Robby's
mouth. Dodger too. I'll have to look more closely at Ryan's mouth to see if
he's one of the bubble gum boys.

William puts the mower in neutral, which is less noisy, and asks, "Ya want
to try it, Dylan?" I hesitantly go, "Do you think I should?" He feels my
biceps, and says, "With guns like that, you won't have any trouble with it,
although your little friend might." I ask, "Ryan?" He goes, "Oh yeah,
that's his name; the little cute kid. He's probably gonna have trouble with
this mower." I fixate on his, 'cute kid' comment. He didn't say it
derogatorily; it was more like he thinks Ryan's cute. Hmmm? Could William
be gay? I go, "Okay, I'll try it," and after a few missteps I get the hang
of it, but it's not a lot of fun. If you're not careful the mower can run
away from you. William and I take turns until we're done with the big back
yard. Can't say I'm disappointed when William's guiding it up the ramp onto
the bed of the truck with me staring at him the whole time. Man, if I was
still playing the field I'd be testing William out with some of my
purposely clumsy stumbles, falling into him. I'd probably send up a trial
balloon of flirting too because I think there's a chance he's on our
team. Everyone's finishing up. Robby's driving the ride-on mower up the
ramp to secure it next to the other big mower. Done with that, he ask
William, "How'd Dylan do?" William hugs my shoulders quickly, saying, "He's
a pro already." Robby says, "Good, um, you're the only one I haven't told
this too yet, and I'm only telling you so everyone's on the same page and
we're all upfront with each other. It's just that Dylan and I are
boyfriends; we're gay. We just came 'out' to our parents last weekend and
I'm trying to avoid rumors circling around our crew by telling you guys
about it up front. It's not a secret, but I only really care about our crew
so you guys know what's up. Dylan and I promise not to proposition you," a
little chuckle, then, "So you're as safe with us as you are with any of the
other workers. If it's a problem for you though, religion wise or whatever,
I can switch you to another crew." Williams like, "It's no problem at all;
I like this group of guys. That's gutsy of you guys to come right out with
it. Frankly I'd never have guessed it myself, but I'm good with working for
you Rob." Robby smiles his killer smile, saying, "Excellent. I'm going to
round up everyone; well stop at a Dunkin' Donuts for morning break."
William looks at me, and says, "You and Rob make a cute couple. In fact
your brother and Ryan are good looking dudes too; me and Derek drag the
looks of our crew down," and he pats my shoulder, friendly like. I mutter,
"Thanks for the compliment, but you don't drag it down at all." Then Chubby
pops around the side of the truck, sweat on his brow and a smile on his
lips, "Billy Lee, where ya been, dude?" William smiles, and says, "Teaching
your gay brother how to operate the walk-behind mower." Chubby doesn't miss
a beat. "How'd my gay brother do?" "He did good," then everyone's
here. Derek says, "That weed whacking's a bitch. Kills your biceps." Robby
says, "We're going back to that Dunkin' Donuts we passed on the ride over
here. We'll have morning break there, so saddle up." Chubby's like, "Saddle
up? What the...?" Robby says, "It's just a figure of speech. How about,
'get on the fucking truck'?" Chubby goes, "Oh, yeah, I know what that
means," and he climbs up onto the bed of the big truck followed by William,
me, and Ryan. Derek and Robby put up the tailgate, us guys do our double
check that everything sharp is secured, and then we sit in our chosen
seats. Like in school, the first seat you sit in is the seat you sit in all
year. Chubby gives the thumbs up, Ryan take my hand and puts his other arm
around my back and we snuggle together. The truck lurches, and we're off.

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

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