Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 07:07:15 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 50 by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

				Chapter 50

			     by Donny Mumford

What can I say about tonight's date with Ray except that it was even more
unusual than a normally unusual date with him? Maybe I've lost interest in
Ray's uniqueness because it isn't new anymore. Not the sex part
necessarily, but with Ray there's a lot of other shit that goes with the
sex. Like tonight when Ray thought he'd humiliate me by milking my balls
before roughly fucking me. I wasn't humiliated in the least, and in fact I
thought it was an awesomely dominant move on his part. I experienced a nice
submissive buzz during the whole thing. He apparently thought he was
proving some kind of point. Yeah, I'm getting a little sick of Ray's
misconceptions about things, especially our relationship. He misinterprets
just about everything, and while his misconceptions were interestingly
humorous to me at first, now they're getting old and therefore a bit boring
and tedious. Sure, I had a huge climax during the milking and a really good
phantom climax when he fucked me, but is it worth the trouble when
considering his lectures, his 'my man' nonsense, and all the other quirky
things he says and does? I'm beginning to think that maybe it's not worth
it.  Huh! Guess I've reached a tipping point with Ray, like I did with
Willie. All of a sudden it's like Ray's become a parody of himself, from my
viewpoint anyway. He did his usual lecturing of course, not that I paid
much attention to most of it. A couple of things I do remember though, like
him saying he's getting revenge for past indignities that he feels I
showered on him. The so-called indignities weren't intended to be
indignities by me. I never felt I was hurting his feelings and certainly
never intended to. Back then, as far as I was concerned we were playing
some sort of game. A sexy game. Anyway, according to him we're supposedly
'even' now, and I'm not at all sure how he's come to that conclusion, but
like I said, I wasn't really listening very closely.

While taking a shower before going to bed, I'm still trying to figure out
what to do as far as Ray and me are concerned. Earlier tonight I mentioned
to him I'm getting a little sick of his 'my man' nonsense and I gotta give
him credit for agreeing to stop saying that. It's like I was okay with it
for a while, but it's become grating lately, mostly because he overdoes
it. Okay, what else happened on our date that's got me questioning our
relationship? Hmmm, oh yeah, he thinks I'm interested in a long-term
relationship, which I hadn't given a single thought to before he mentioned
it. Now that I have given it a thought or two, I don't want a long-term
relationship with him. Of course I don't know what he considers long-term,
so there's that to consider. There was something else too, another
'something' that annoyed me.  It probably was him saying he's 'won' as far
as me mocking him in the past... he thinks he's won because now I'm kissing
his ass. What he doesn't get is the concept of the submissive/dominant
dynamic. I'm kissing his ass because it adds to my arousal during sex. I
like being submissive, although I don't know why. It's a little weird of me
to submissively put up with Ray's bullshit, but what can I do? It's the way
my brain is wired. Being objective about it, I can totally see how someone
with a brain wired differently than mine would think I'm nuts. Haha. It is
what it is. Basically, in my mind, Ray's been a partial replacement for
Ryan, and that's about it; a temporary partial replacement at that. The
thing is, I'm not at all sure Ray's worth the trouble anymore. That's
especially true now that Sonny's emerged as a cool new dominant sex
partner. In many ways Sonny comes closer to Ryan's way of being sexually
dominant than Ray. When our sex is over for a 'date' Sonny drops the
dominant stuff, and then there's an underlying niceness about him, where
Ray acts just as bossy after sex and that's becoming irritating. Buddy sex,
purely for the sake of the sex, is what I'm interested in. We're only young
once, so have a party with your life while you can. That's another one of
my philosophies, by the way. When the price of good buddy sex gets too
high, like it did with Willie, I'll discontinue doing it, whoever it
is. It's that simple, really.

After my shower I stop thinking about Ray and try to get a good night's
sleep and do just that.  Consequently I'm feeling really perky when I wake
up Sunday morning. I still haven't made a firm decision about Ray, but I'll
play it by ear for a while longer and see what shakes out. However, it does
appear that the bloom is off the rose for me where Ray and I are
concerned. Tonight's another story because it's a date night with my true
love, Robby, and there's nothing better than lovers' sex with him. I love
that boy so much it hurts sometimes and I'm getting more and more anxious
for us to return to Merrimack, too. The biggest reason for that is Robby
and I can spend most of the day together and sleep together every night, or
almost every night. Ryan will be living with us too, and that's going to be
awesome, although possibly a little awkward at times. Who knows, maybe
Robby will become sexually attracted to Ryan again, which would ease my
conscience about my attraction to Ryan. Probably that won't happen, but I
did come to love our threesome with Robby in charge; that was the best time
ever.  Well, it was mostly cool once we worked the kinks out. Robby was
yummily bossy, if 'yummily' is even a word, which I'm pretty sure it's
not. Well, it is now.  Texting Chubby I get no reply so he's apparently
still sleeping. Okay, I'll get dressed and wake my brother up. When
dressed, I let myself into Chubby's condo with the extra key in the
mailbox, a key no self-respecting burglar would miss.  It's eerily silent
inside as I go over to Chubby's bedroom and slowly push the door
open. There's my brother sleeping... aah, he looks so innocent and cute.
I've got this little goofy concern in the back of my head that someday I'll
open the door and find a girl sleeping with him. It makes me jealous just
thinking about that. He looks so cute and cuddly now though, hmmm. A spur
of the moment decision has me pulling off my t-shirt and dropping my
shorts.  Stepping out of my sandals, I tiptoe over and get in the other
side of the double bed with Chubby, and then shimmy over to get him in my
arms. He mutters, "Gobegum bot," and rolls over facing me snuggling in
against me with his hair brushing my nose. Oh gawd, I love the way he
smells. Rubbing my nose in his hair I'm thinking he needs a haircut, which
I love giving him, so I have that to look forward to. I maneuver my body
until our crotches are touching and I'm startled for a second to discover
he has a boner. A boner while he sleeps... haha, that's awesome! There are
generally two reasons for erections while sleeping, and I've read that
young healthy males have an average of six erections a night, which is so
cool. One possible reason for a nocturnal boner is obvious: a sexually
stimulating dream, and the other reason is urine build-up during the night
putting pressure on the prostate gland and causing an erection. Usually
when I wake up with a hard-on I need to take a leak, so urine build-up is
probably the cause of my boner, although I wish it were the other thing
that caused it. By the way, I've discovered these important facts by
Goggling 'boners'. Ya know, inquiring minds want to know important shit
like this.

I gently rub my dick against his boner by slightly moving my hips. Chubby
and I used to get boners sleeping together frequently, but that was way
back when we were twelve years old. In those days we were sleeping together
three or four nights a week.  Neither of us knew I was gay back then, and I
don't think either of us knows exactly what Chubby's true sexual
orientation is to this day. Presently he's doing an excellent impersonation
of a straight teenager, but I fooled myself about being straight until I
was seventeen and a half, so maybe he's fooling himself too. Actually, I
never thought about me being straight or gay back then. I had neither an
attraction to girls or boys until Carl Denton, that fat fuck, showed me I'm
attracted to gay sex. I've always been attracted to Chubby of course, but
without connecting the dots and realizing I'm gay. Carl Denton connected
the dots for me in about an hour. Loving being in bed with Chubby, I put my
leg over his legs so that my hardening cock is constantly pressing against
his. I'm quite aware that I'm being a pervert with my sleeping brother, but
it's something I'm allowed to be as far as he's concerned. I wouldn't do
this with anyone else except maybe Robby, and maybe Ryan too. Getting
bolder, I hug around his neck and rest the side of my face against his. My
boner's hard as a poker by now and actually throbbing a little. Stifling a
snicker at the thought of blowing a load, I realize only Chubby can get me
this sexually aroused while he's sleeping. I don't even think it would work
with a sleeping Robby, but maybe it would. Not with anyone else,
though. Chubby's and my history together is so long and complex that the
scent and feel of him is tattooed on my brain by now.  Just the feel or
smell of him immediately brings back so many wonderful times we've had
together. It can make my dick hard and my eyes begin to tear-up.  I kiss
his cheek, then his lips. Without opening his eyes, Chubby mutters, "I've
been awake for about a minute, ya know. Please tell me that's not your hard
dick pressing against mine." I say, "Whose hard dick besides mine would you
want it to be?" He chuckles, "Good point. I was going to see how far you'd
go with this, but obviously I've chickened out on that." Still holding him
in my arms, I go, "You got a boner while sleeping. What were you dreaming
about? Was I in your dreams, by any chance?"  He smiles, "You're always in
my dreams, Dylan." I ask, "Hey, how'd you know it was me in bed with you?"
He laughs, "First of all, there's not another human being on the planet who
would think of doing this except you, so that's a clue right there. But
mostly I recognized your sexy smell. I'd know it from ten feet away." I'm
like, "Isn't this nice, cuddling together?" He chuckles, "Oh God, you're
too much, but actually it is very nice. Do you think we should start
sleeping together like we did as kids?" I go, "Of course we should, and we
would too, except you've been hesitant about doing that lately." He
repeats, "Hesitate," and laughs again. Then he says, "You know I love you
more than anyone in the world, isn't that enough?" I go, "It's a good
start, yeah.... but, ya know, I need a little bit more than that because I
don't have any self-confidence." He chuckles, "You've been making that
claim for years when the truth is you're one of the ballsiest kids I know."
I mutter, "That is just so wrong."

Chubby finally opens his bright brown eyes and smiles, and asks, "How long
are you going to hug me?" I say, "As long as I can get away with it." He
says, "I'll compromise, kiss me again and then let me go because I need to
take a wicked piss." I kiss his forehead and then let go of his awesome
body and he hops out of bed with me right behind him. "I want to watch you
pee." He mumbles, "You are so inhibited, you really should loosen up a
little." His dick is still quite firm when he fishes it out of his boxer
shorts, but it goes soft as he pees. While he does that he's telling me,
"Some guys can't pee if someone is staring at them while they're trying to
do it." I ask, "Is that a factoid?" He smiles, he's always grinning, or
laughing, or smiling. Chubby's a happy kid, fer sure. He goes, "Not
really. Here's a factoid: All polar bears are left-handed." I frown, "How
the hell did someone determine that?" Chubby shakes the last drops of pee
from his dick and puts his dick back in his shorts, muttering, "Fuck if I
know." As he's washing his hands, I say, "It looks to me like your dick is
growing." Chubby laughs again, "Nah, it was a little bit firm, that's
all. If my name were Kevin, I'd think there was a limerick written about
me. Gina's little brother told me this one: `There once was a lad named
Kevin, whose girlfriend was four foot eleven. She looked at his cock, when
it was hard as a rock, and determined it was ten inches long, minus seven."
I go, "That makes Kevin's dick three inches, yours is over four inches
long." Grinning, he brushes his teeth, muttering, "Math wizard." I ask,
"What are we doing for brunch this morning?" Spattering toothpaste specks
on the mirror, he says, "I'm feeling waffles and bacon with hash brown
potatoes. How 'bout you?" I shrug, "Sounds good to me. We've got half a
bottle of real maple syrup in our refrigerator." He rinses the toothpaste
out, mumbling, "Then it's going to be your place for brunch."

I watch him get dressed as I'm getting dressed, asking, "Isn't that my Polo
shirt you're putting on?" He goes, "No, it's not. I bought one just like
yours last week.  Don't you remember?" I nod, "Yeah, that's right. Okay,
let's go to Stop & Shop for fruit and bacon. We need Oscar Mayer bacon, not
the store brand." Chubby's like, "Whatever my brother wants is okay with
me." I drive, saying, "It's amazing I can even remember how to start our
Jeep, I get to do it so infrequently." He chuckles, "You are so full of it,
you drive us to and from work every day." At Stop & Shop Chubby gets one of
those baskets you carry to put your groceries in. As we're walking to the
produce section my eyes are on the look out for a cute boy although the
pickings are slim to none today. I shrug, and look at the people around
me. Adults pushing large shopping carts with their little kids tagging
along, or worse, the little kids' pushing the shopping carts too
slowly. Why the hell they don't leave their kids at home has always baffled
me. I say, "Jeez, Chubby, are all these adults exhausted or what?" He asks,
"Whaddaya mean?" I go, "Look at them! They're all laying on the handle of
the shopping carts like they're too tired to stand up." He says, "Don't pay
attention to them. Who knows why adults do what they do. Look for your cute
bag boys or something because you get bothered by everything else. You're
too observant." I go, "That's because I observe the world passing around
me." He chuckles, "Well, don't observe it so much and you won't get
annoyed." I say, "Stop! Look at that kid with the Mohawk haircut. Now
there's a cute kid who's fucking up his looks with that dumb haircut."
Chubby's examining grapes in the produce section, muttering, "These look
good. What'd you say about a Mohawk?" I repeat myself, "There's a cute kid
with his sister and he's messin' up his looks with that Mohawk hairdo."
Chubby makes a face, "It's probably his girlfriend to start with, and stop
observing everybody. Hey, anyway you had a Mohawk last summer." I say, "It
was two summers ago and I was only a kid back then. That guy over there is
at least twenty." Chubby chooses black seedless grapes. He goes, "These
will look cool with cutup honeydew melon." I say, "Yeah, you're right, we
eat with our eyes before tasting the food, so good for you. We'll cutup the
melon and mix in the black grapes. How about strawberries, too?" Next we
get the bacon and then Yukon gold potatoes and waffle mix. No cinnamon
rolls for this brunch because we already have plenty of sweetness in the
maple syrup. Chubby goes, "We need oranges for fresh-squeezed orange
juice." We get ten big, juicy oranges and then go through the self-checkout
lane because there are no cute bag boys or register clerks working this
morning, not a single one. Kinda disappointing actually.

First thing we do when we get back to the condo is put the potatoes in
water to boil, then squeeze the oranges so the juice can get cold in the
refrigerator. After we're done with that prep work we go out on the balcony
with mugs of coffees to share a cigarette.  After lighting a cigarette and
taking a drag, I pass the cigarette to Chubby, asking, "Did you know that
Liam Payne got a buzz cut?" Chubby looks at me, "Who the hell is Liam
Payne?" I go, "He's in the English boy band, 'One Direction'. He's the
least cute one and now he's rocking a buzz cut. I gotta admit Liam really
stands out in the group now, mostly because all the other boys have long
hair styles." Chubby chuckles, "Um, no, I didn't know that Liam has a buzz
cut. The least cute one too, huh? Heh heh, you make me laugh, Dylan. I
couldn't tell you the name of anyone in that group." I mutter, "Well, I
think it was a ballsy move on his part...  just saying" Chubby asks, "How'd
your, um, date with Ray Ellis go last night?" I mumble, "It was okay I
guess, but it's like Ray's uniqueness is wearing off and I think I'm
getting tired of hooking-up with him.  The trouble is I'm kinda liking the
posse boys, but I guess if I stop seeing Ray it doesn't mean cutting off
all contact with the boys, although it might be awkward, ya know?" Passing
me the cigarette, he says, "Frankly, I'm surprised it took ya this long to
tire of Ray's act." I'm like, "He's got more good points than you give him
credit for, but there's some baggage with Ray that's become tedious. He's
been the leader of his group of friends for so long it's distorted his view
of how to interact with others. To be fair he gets along fine with casual
acquaintances, like the guys he plays sports with, either for or
against. Like today's softball game. The guys on the other team don't see
the kookier side of Ray, just the athletic side." Chubby says, "The
boyfriends of Mary Jo's girlfriends are kind of like that. Let's just say I
wouldn't want to spend more than the casual time I'm currently spending
with them." I ask, "What do you do with them?" Chubby flicks the cigarette
butt way over the balcony's railing, "You know, go to Paw Sox games, or
joking with them at the occasional parties MJ and I go to, and double
dating once in awhile too. Stuff like that. You've actually ruined me for
making close friends." I go, "Hey, what's that mean?" He says, "No one can
measure up to you, that's all I'm saying. It's like Robby's cool and all,
and I've always had friends in school, but none of them seem special the
way you are." I shrug, "Well yeah, I can say the same for you. We're lucky
because few people have a real best friend, and nobody has a best friend
like we are for each other... no friggin' way. They may have a friend they
like better than their other friends, but there's got to be more to it than
that to really have a best friend."

We beat that subject to death for a few minutes, while patting ourselves on
the back, haha, but it's basically true that few people are as close and
Chubby and me. In the kitchen again, I get out the waffle iron as Chubby
shreds the cooked potatoes for our hash browns. He uses a cheese grater
creating thin strips of potatoes, then uses a paring knife to slice the
onion real thin and then dices the thin slices and adds them to a bowl with
the potatoes. Onions turn to a watery pulp if you try grating them. I put
the bacon in a frying pan as Chubby mixes about a quarter cup of all
purpose flour and an egg in with the potatoes and onion, then adds salt,
pepper, garlic powder, and some smoky paprika before mixing it all
together. I cutup the honeydew into half inch squares and add the back
seedless grapes and halved strawberries. It looks pretty, and
delicious. The fruit goes in the refrigerator next to the orange juice as
my mom comes out of her bedroom. She's full of smiles and good cheer. "Good
morning you two handsome boys, I smelled the bacon, what a nice smell to
wake up to. Oh, I see we're having waffles this morning too. I can't wait."
We say good morning and have hugs and kisses all around. Mom makes herself
coffee while telling us about the double date she and Tris had with their
twin boyfriends after work last night. Her cell phone goes off before she
gets to the part where they had sex, heh heh... gross thought! I hear mom
say, "Good morning, Tris, wasn't it fun last night..." and mom steps out on
the balcony with her coffee, probably to sneak a smoke, so I hear no more
of their conversation. Chubby says, "Our moms spend much of their waking
hours together and yet they never run out of things to talk about." He's
adding vegetable oil and an equal part butter to our large cast iron
skillet to fry the hash brown potatoes in. While turning the bacon over, I
glance out the window and see Robby coming up the steps. "Here comes my
boyfriend," and I go over to the door, beating Robby to it because I want
to meet him outside. I need to tell him about the haircut Sonny gave me and
if Chubby hears me he'll laugh and say my little white fib is a
lie. Robby's more trusting and he'll believe my minor untruth.

Coming up the steps, he sees and smiles at me, then frowns, "What the fuck
happened to your hair?" I go, "I'm so pissed off about that, Robby. You
know how much I wanted the flattop like you have."  He's on the stoop with
me now and we kiss quickly on the lips, "What happened?" he asks. I go,
"That goddamn Bic lighter of mine blew-up or something, flared-up at least
and the hair in front of my head just went poof! I was slapping my head
putting it out before the fire spread all over my head, cursing my ass off
too. In the end, I had no choice but to buzz my hair to at least make it
even." Robby says, "Oh man, that's scary, you ought to sue the bastards at
Bic." I go, "Yeah, I might, but it's kinda hard to prove, ya know?" He hugs
around my neck, and we kiss again.  Robby mumbles, "I feel bad for you,
Dylan," as he rubs my head, muttering, "You did a great job buzzing it
though. It looks stylin' somehow."  I go, "Yeah, that was by accident. I
was so upset I put a real low guide on the clippers when I started cutting
the hair on the side of my head. When I saw how short it left the hair I
was pissed off again, but what could I do except continue with that length
all around the sides and back. Really pissed me off, so I switched to the
quarter-inch guide for the top hairs and now the top and sides are
different length." He looks at it, mumbling, "It's kinda cool looking
though." I say, "Do you really think so?" He goes, "Hell yeah, I do." I'm
trying not too grin about pulling off this little white lie, "Thanks,
Robby," and then we go inside where Chubby and Robby bump fist saying
hello. Well, that takes care of my haircut concerns. Looks like I got away
with it. My mom's still on the phone with Tris even though she'll be here
momentarily for brunch. The half hour rule applies for Tris too... no way
can my mom, or Tris, get off the phone in less than a half hour, and that's
actually considered fast. Robby asks Chubby, "You gonna play softball with
us this afternoon?" Chubby's making patties out of the hash brown potato
mixture while I'm pouring waffle batter in the waffle iron. We'll keep the
cooked waffles into a low oven to keep them nice and warm.  Chubby says, "I
wish I was playing softball this afternoon with you guys, but I committed
to go on a picnic with Mary Jo and some of that crowd." We talk about work
and how we've only got one more week of work before vacation week. Robby
says, "Man, it'd be cool to go to Wildwood with you, but I gotta work. Us
supervisors need to support each other by cutting the lawns for the crew
that's on vacation. My dad says this is the last year for vacations because
we've got too many yards to cover nowadays. It was different before the
business grew so much.  Just as the last waffle is going in the waffle iron
Tris arrives and greets everyone while she's still on her cell phone
talking to my mom, who's on the balcony. Mom comes in and they laugh at how
silly they are for talking on the phone when Tris could have just come down
from her condo and talked in person. Robby pours the orange juice and I
pass out plates of waffles, hash brown potatoes and bacon as Chubby puts
the bowl of fruit in the middle of the table. The radio is loud,
unfortunately tuned to the jazz station on the FM dial that the moms
like. Room-temperature butter is passed around to spread on the waffles,
then the maple syrup is poured on as everyone's talking to someone at the
same time, and it's a very pleasant, cheery atmosphere to enjoy brunch
in. There's ketchup for those who like it with the potatoes, the cut fresh
fruit will be eaten as a breakfast dessert, and it all makes for a damn
nice brunch. The hash browns steal the show, but it's all delicious. The
moms clean up and us guys go outside and up the steps to Chubby's balcony
for cigarettes. "Nice brunch, guys," says Robby. We all agree on that and
then Chubby's got a joke for us. He goes, "This is lame, but it's one of
Gina's little brother's jokes: A tough construction worker comes home early
and finds his wife in bed with a neighbor.  The construction guy's pissed,
of course, and he drags the neighbor down to the garage and puts the guy's
dick in a vise really tight, then takes the handle off the vise and throws
it in the corner. He picks up a hacksaw as the other guy's eyes are bugging
out of his head, yelling, 'You're not going to cut off my dick, are you?'
The construction worker says, 'No, you are,' and hands the man the hacksaw,
saying, 'I'm setting the fucking garage on fire.'" It's not that bad of a
joke and we chuckle, then Robby's like, "Oh man, what would you do if you
had your dick in a vise, Dylan?" I shrug, and say, "I'm never gonna be in
bed with that guy's wife so I don't gotta worry about what I'd do." We rag
on each other, joking around just enjoying being together. Then Chubby
takes off for his picnic and Robby and me make out on the balcony until we
both have boners and are breathing hard. Robby says, "I love you, Dylan. We
can use my bedroom tonight, the `rents are going to some kind of a charity
affair tonight." I go, "That's awesome," and Robby says, "It's not all that
unusual, my parents go to three or four charity events per year." I laugh,
"The charity event isn't what I was referring to when I said `that's
awesome'." Robby blushes, "Oh, right... heh heh, yeah, being able to use my
bedroom to make love in is awesome." Grinning at each other we go down to
my condo, with me saying, "Not that our pickup truck love isn't mighty hot,
too."

In my condo I get my baseball glove and red posse hat and then say
'goodbye' to the moms, who both kiss me on the cheek, with Tris saying, "I
meant to mention earlier that I love your haircut, Dylan, it's, um,
different. Very stylish. Is it a new style?" I go, "Yeah, I like to keep up
with the latest styles."  Walking down to Robby's pickup, he's like, "Why
didn't you tell Chubby's mom you buzzed your own hair?" I say, "The moms
wouldn't think it was so stylish if they knew it was an accident." Robby
looks at it, and says, "It is cool, Dylan. Maybe I'll have you cut mine
like that and we can be Bobbsey twins with that hair style." I go, "What an
outstanding idea!" Robby's in a good mood as he drives us to the softball
game, "I love playing ball, Dylan. Last week's game was fun, but Monday at
baseball practice the hardball coming in looked tiny compared to those easy
pitch softballs coming across the plate." I go, "Well, you were certainly
the star of the game last week. I sucked." He's like, "You didn't suck! You
never suck at anything." I mutter, "I wish that were true, but thanks
Robby, I love you too." He looks over and grins, asking, "Ain't it fun
being in love?" I go, "Fer sure, boyfriend."  Today we're using the Natick
middle school's baseball diamond for the game because the other players are
mostly from Natick. The first person I see when we get out of the pickup is
Sonny. He smirks at me and takes off his hat, which I interpret as him
wanting to see the haircut he gave me. I take my hat off grinning at him
and, wow, he looks so sexy today. Sonny meets us as we're walking towards
the baseball diamond and we do the posse greeting. I'm still holding my hat
so he says, "Damn, that's a cool haircut, Dylan. You rock, dude," and he
rubs my head as my dick tightens up. I mumble, "Thanks, Sonny, it's
actually an unintentional haircut." He goes, "Yeah, I heard. You set your
hair on fire, right?" I mutter, "Something like that." Ray calls everyone
together which means many posse greetings, one after another, with Devon
definitely rubbing his cheek against mine, and with Ray whispering in my
ear, "You are so cute," then giving me a kiss. I look at Robby, whose back
is towards us so he missed the kiss. My dick didn't miss it though and
Ray's kiss plus the feel of his whiskers has me adjusting my junk. Maybe I
won't drop Ray just yet.

Ray looks around, and asks, "Where's Manny?" Then he gives special
attention to Robby, who he does the posse greeting with last, saying, "Hi,
Rob, thanks for joining us. We need you to win us another game against
these older guys." Robby did a partial version of the posse greeting with
everyone, almost getting into the hang of things. Sonny goosed me when we
hugged. For the game we're all playing the positions we played last week
which means I'm at second and Robby's at short. Manny shows up just before
the game starts so we have our full nine-man team. The older guys on the
other team seem to be more determined than last week. We're up first and we
score four runs with Robby knocking in two of them and the other two coming
in when their right fielder drops a short fly that would have been the
third out. So we're off to a good start except they score six runs in the
bottom of the first. The game goes like that, back and forth, with many
more runs scoring than last week. Robby's the star for our team again
getting a hit every time he's at bat. I get a flukey homerun in the top of
the ninth when the center fielder and right fielder collide going after my
lazy fly ball. It scores three runs so we go up by a run going into the
bottom of the ninth with the score 16 to 17. They get the first three guys
on base with scratch hits, but without scoring a run. The next batter hits
a low screeching line drive that Robby dives for, catches, flips to me at
second for a force out and I fire home where Devon tags out the third base
runner, who had to tag up after Robby's catch. We win the game and
everyone's giving high fives and hugging as the other players curse and
yell at the guy tagged out at home plate. It was thrilling to be a part of
a win like this. Ray's ecstatically gloating with the other team's captain
who, being sort of a bad sport, is saying he's never seen a luckier team
than ours. Sour grapes! Luck, my ass. If your gonna play sports, be a
sport!

We have our victory beers at Kent Park compliments of the older guys, half
of whom don't even come to the park after the game 'cause they're poor
losers. As we're sipping cold canned Bud, Ray's hanging on me asking for
reassurance that I'm not pissed off at him because of last night. Robby's
busy absorbing all the pats on the back and praise coming from the posse
boys as he drinks his beer too quickly. He's been known to get drunk quite
easily on occasion. Ray walks me over behind the wall separating the park
from the parking lot and makes out with me while massaging my cock, getting
me all hot and bothered. He's a good kisser and his whiskers have a sexy
effect on me so I'm definitely not dropping him quite yet. I promise him
I'll go to his basketball game with the posse boys again this Wednesday,
like usual. He's just too sexy-hot to drop. Ray feels my hard boner and,
with his lips on my ear, says, "Come with me and I'll give you a good fuck
on the backseat of my car." I'm gasping for air as he puts his hand down
the front of my underpants and continues massaging my boner, skin on skin
now, while French kissing me. Just when I'm about to flood my underpants
with spunk, someone begins yelling for Ray. He pulls his hand out,
muttering, "What the fuck is it now?" We walk back where Bean asks, "Where
ya been?  Rudy wants to know if you'll go for another rematch next Sunday."
Ray walks over and begins talking with the other team's captain as I take
deep breaths waiting for my boner to go down. Robby comes over with another
beer, saying, "Great throw to Devon to get the runner out at home plate on
that last play, Dylan!" I go, "To hell with my throw, your catch of that
line drive made it all possible, Mister Hero." We hug, then I ask, "How
many beers have you had?" He goes, "Well, mommy, I'm only on my third." I
grin, "Mommy, my ass." Manny comes over and asks, with a grin, "Can I have
your autograph Mister Dickers?" Robby hugs him around the neck,
grinning. This is great! I love that Robby's getting on so well with the
boys because they're really good guys. Sure Ray's a bit of a kook, but he's
got his good points too. As I open my second beer, Sonny slides over,
saying, "Take your hat off and let me get another look at my handiwork with
your haircut." I do that, grinning, and say, "You sexy hot shit, are you
ever going to get over this fucking haircut?" He rubs my hair, saying,
"Probably not. I'm so proud of it. Ya know, proud that I could pull it off
for you." He's so cute. Then Devon joins us, asking, "Is Sonny bothering
you again, Dylan?" My arm goes around Sonny's neck, as I say, "Of course he
is, Devon. You need to straighten him out and teach him to respect his
elders."

Then Robby calls over to me, "Dylan, come on, I gotta help my dad out." I
say to Sonny and Devon, "Guess I gotta go. See you guys later. Great game!"
Sonny and I do the posse goodbye with him giving my ear a quick lick. And
then Devon and I do it, he gives me a great hug keeping the side of his
face against mine for a couple of beats too long, not that I mind in the
least. He lets go of me, mumbling, "Damn, you smell good, Dylan," then he
squeezes the back of my neck with Sonny frowning at his brother. Could it
be Sonny's jealous? Devon and I make eye contact for a second with me
wondering what's going on here?  Manny and Bean come over and we do the
fist pump/hug and then I'm walking over to Robby who's doing his half-assed
version of the posse goodbye with Dawg, then he tells me, "My dad locked
his keys in his pickup so I need to take him the spare keys." I ask, "Do ya
want some company?" and Robby's like, "I sure do, thanks, Dylan." We do our
goodbye routine with the rest of the team, with Ray whispering in my ear,
"We almost had some afternoon sex, next time I promise to take care of
you." I go, "I always look forward to that, Ray." He lets go of me looking
me in the eyes, mumbling, "I know you do, babe, I know you do." He pats my
cheek, "Be good. I probably won't see you until Wednesday." One of the
older guys gets Ray's attention, so Robby and me get in the pickup. We need
to get the spare keys at his house first. As we drive there we're talking
about, what else, the game. Robby likes to relive his triumphs and who can
blame him. He's basically won both games for the posse team. It's not
surprising that guys who are born with special natural talents tend to hone
those talents, because it's fun doing what you're good at, and consequently
the skill level between Robby and us average casual players is striking. It
gets even more dramatic the higher up the skill ladder you go. From high
school to college is a jump that the majority of star high school players
can't make, and then the jump from college to the pros weeds out ninety
percent of college players. It doesn't seem fair that most of us never get
a chance to experience glory, but it's the way nature works, I
guess. Robby's made the jump from high school to a minor baseball college
program at Merrimack, but he couldn't have gone to a baseball powerhouse
college, and he has no chance of making a professional baseball team's
minor league team after college, so he's basking in his current star status
like a big fish in a small pond.

At Robby's house he runs in to get the keys as Chubby texts me that he's
been eating all day at the picnic and won't need dinner. Robby's parents
will have dinner at the event they're going to, so when Robby returns, I
ask, "Ya wanna eat out tonight, Robby?  Chubby won't be home for dinner."
He says, "Yeah, that'd be awesome." As we're driving to Home Depot, where
Mr. Dickers' pickup is parked, we decide to have dinner at a restaurant
that's famous for it's fried chicken, and I don't mean Kentucky Fried
Chicken. We'll be going to an independent joint in Framingham called
'Debby's Southern Cooking'. Robby and his parents have been there a few
times and he recommends it. At Home Depot we hunt for Robby's parents and
find them in the garden section. His mom says, "Oh good, Robby and his
boyfriend have come to our rescue," and we do little hugs and handshakes in
a conventional manner, not like the posse guys do it. The Dickers have been
very supportive of Robby and me being boyfriends. Not to the sincere degree
my mom and Tris have, but still in a nice enough way that Robby and me
don't feel uncomfortable. We don't kiss in front of them like we feel
comfortable doing in front of the moms, but that's our compromise to
Robby's parents for them being supportive... in other words, we don't
flaunt our relationship in their faces. We don't make out in front of my
mom either, just a quick kiss on the lips to say hello. His parents are
grateful Robby was able to get the keys to them so quickly, and when
they've thanked us enough Robby tells them his plans for dinner with me,
and they head to their pickup as we head for Robby's. When we're back in
the pickup, Robby asks, "What should we do now?" I go, "Well, I don't know
about you, but I need a shower after playing softball all afternoon. Can
you drop me off at my place?" He's like, "Of course, but I'll wait for you
so I don't need to make the trip home, and then come right back to pick you
up." I tap the side of my head, saying, "That's using your brain,
boyfriend." He grins at me, saying, "Duh, I'm not so dumb."

Walking in the front door of my condo we almost bump into my mom coming
out. She's dressed up, with her face made up, and she smells like Chanel
No. 5. That's been my Christmas present to mom every year since I started
working part-time. It costs $130 for three-quarters of an ounce, but it
lasts all year long. It's the only luxury item my mom feels comfortable
using, and only because it comes from her loving son. Other than that, my
mom's all about costume jewelry and shopping in Marshall's and at the
Christmas Tree shop for bargains. We've never had much money, but we live
in a nice condo that mom bought, we have a nice vacation in the summertime,
I go to college, and we're happy. Same for Tris and Chubby except for the
Chanel No. 5. Chubby likes to buy his mom three or four presents that cost
approximately what I spend on the perfume. Neither Chubby nor I can tell if
we're doing the thing our moms want, gift-wise, and that's because they
make such a fuss over them, but they made the same fuss when we gave them a
box of $8 Whitman Sampler the years we had a paper route together. So,
maybe I need to go back to the chocolates, ha ha. Just kidding, and I don't
know how I got off on this random topic. Mom says, "Oh, hi honey," and
kisses my cheek leaving a lipstick smear, and then Robby gets the same
treatment. She asks, "How'd your baseball game turn out?" I tell her we won
and Robby was the hero. He claims that's not true. My mom says to Robby,
"I'll bet you're just being modest, Robby." Then to me, "Tris and I are
going into Boston to see a Broadway show tonight. Well, we're eating first,
probably at the Cheesecake Factory." I ask, "What's the show?"  and she
says, "Billy Elliot, it's about a young boy who lives in a mining town in
Ireland during a mining strike. Billy discovers he likes ballet but his dad
and older brother want him to be a boxer. He becomes a star at ballet
instead, like Robby's a star at baseball." I go, "I saw that movie on
cable, it's awesome!" Tris is coming down the steps to greet us, saying,
"Jeffrey's on a picnic, Dylan." I go, "Yeah, Tris, he texted me.  Robby and
I are eating out." Another minute of small talk laced with compliments for
Robby and me, the ladies are off, giggling about something as they go down
the steps to their Volvo at the curb.

Robby and I exchange smirks, like, 'Well, we survived the sweet lovin' from
Chubby's and my upbeat moms,' and then inside the condo, I suggest, "Why
don't you shower here, Robby. We're the same size, you can wear my
clothes." He says, "Cool, how 'bout we shower together, boyfriend." I
shrug, "It's a tight fit, but I'm perfectly willing if you are." We strip
and when naked Robby gets me in his arms and kisses under my chin on my
neck, mumbling, "Mmmmm, you smell so good, it's like, um, so sexy and so, I
don't know, so you. I love how you smell, and that holds true even though
we've been out in the sun sweating all afternoon," and he kisses me some
more as I hug him, swaying us a little. "You smell good too, Robby." He
goes, "I love being in love with you, now more than ever because I feel
your love for me, too." I put a hand on his forehead and twist his head so
he's looking at me as we hug each other. He grins, asking, "What?" I tell
him, "I've loved you for a long time, Robby. Why do you say I just started
loving you a few months ago when, you know, you made Ryan your boyfriend,
too?" He shrugs, "If you say it's so, I believe you, Dylan, but a few
months ago is when I truly felt your love. That's when I decided to stop
trying to change you and love you for who you are." I say, "That's so
sweet, Robby. I made the mistake of trying to change you too, remember?" He
nods and grins, "Sure, it was all that stuff about me being more of a
dominant lover for us, I remember. You were more successful with your
effort to change me than I was trying to change you." I go, "We both
succeeded to a degree." He chuckles, "If you say so... heh heh. I do enjoy
bossing your ass around once in a while, but I'm totally aware you only
follow the bossing you want to. If you don't care for something you don't
do it. In actuality you're the dominant one in the end because, when push
comes to shove, you always get your way." I frown, saying, "That is just so
wrong, and my brother is under the same misconception. It can be lonely
being misunderstood so much like I am, and frustrating too, but I'm tough
and I can take it." He laughs out loud, "You probably believe what you just
said and that's so cute. Every single thing about you is cute, but you are
so naive at times I need to smile and bite my tongue." I ask, "Why?"  and
Robby's like, "Because, mister cutie, I've learned to save my breath.
Nobody changes your mind once you dig in on something, no matter how naive
an idea it might be." I frown again, muttering again, "That's just so
wrong. Nobody understands me." He laughs out loud again, kisses my lips,
and says, "Maybe not, but what I do understand is that I love you beyond
any sense of reason, and I love you more everyday." I go, "Well, that's
something positive anyway." He's like, "Lets take that shower and then get
in bed." I ask, "Your bed or mine?" He goes, "Whichever one is closest."

Since we're naked Robby wants us to shave each others' pubic area. We did
it not too long ago, but he's firm, "Don't argue, Dylan, get out the
shaving stuff, and I'm doing you first." Ooou, a little bossiness. Hee hee,
I'm not sure if he's serious or just kidding around being bossy because we
were just talking about that a minute ago. I'm pretending he's serious. He
wets down my pubic stubble and shaves me as smooth as I've ever been, and
of course I get a boner before he's done.  When he's rinsed random shaving
cream off, he takes my cock, and grinning up at me, sucks it until I groan,
then he stops, leaving it hard as wood. He lets go of my boner and it
plasters itself up against my belly. "Really nice penis, Dylan," he says,
smiling. I blow out a lot of air and rub my cock, muttering, "Thanks," and
then do the same for Robby. After shaving him I suck on his cock until he's
grunting and chuckling, "You'll make me cum," but he doesn't pull
away. When I taste precum and Robby's quietly grunting and rubbing my
shoulders, I stop sucking and licking his fat fire-hydrant shaped boner. He
goes, "Mmmmm, that felt good," and strokes his cock getting another drool
of precum out his pee slit. I take his cock from his fingers and suck the
precum down my throat. Then I stand up with a big smile on my face, asking,
"Ready for our shower?" He grins nodding his head, and says, "Put away the
shaving stuff, I'll get the water just right. I like it hot." I go, "So do
I, but I prefer the water to be warm." It takes me all of fifteen seconds
to put the stuff away and rinse the sink. Robby's got the water running, he
turns to me, and says, "It's always fun doing stuff with you," and he
seemed like a little kid there for a second. I guess there's a little boy
lingering within us still, and once in a rare moment it shows up. I wish I
knew Robby as a young teen, what fun we would have had. I hug around
Robby's neck, saying, "Everything is fun when I'm doing it with you," and
we do the sweetest kiss, then the sides of our faces are together and we're
hugging like this is goodbye. Like I'm going in the Army tomorrow, which
makes me think of Dodger and Connor. I miss them so, but I don't mention it
because Robby gets grumpy when anyone brings up Dodger's name. I miss him,
so I can only imagine how much Robby's missing him. Their love for each
other is almost like me and Chubby, that's how tight those brothers are. We
still don't know why Dodger joined the Army, well maybe Robby does, but
he's not saying. And, like I mentioned, I'm not bringing the topic up with
Robby.

He reaches his hand under the water spray and casually asks, "What do you
hear from your twin?"  I shrug, "Always the same, Ryan's lonely and misses
us. He's been unable to hook-up with a guy his age, so he's a little
horny. Doesn't he email or text you?" Robby's like, "What? Oh, no he
doesn't do either, not anymore. He used to for a while. Do you miss him?" I
say, "Um, yeah, well sure I do. Don't you?" He takes a deep breath,
mumbling, "I guess, but he dumped me." I'm not getting in a discussion
about that, but it's more like Robby lost interest in Ryan first, or at the
very minimum it was mutual. Since I don't respond, Robby asks, "I guess
he's not going to share our apartment at Merrimack, either." I say, "That's
not what I thought.  Don't you want him to?" Robby mumbles, "Either way is
fine with me. I guess I wouldn't mind doing our threesome again, that was
fun." I get enthusiastic, "That would be awesome, Rob!" He laughs, "I
mention Ryan and you call me, Rob." I ask, "Did I? I thought I said
'Robby'." He goes, "The threesome was fun, a real charge for me bossing you
two around, and both of you sucking up trying to be my favorite. Of course,
it was never a contest because you're always number one in my book, but it
was still fun." Concentrating to say 'Robby' and not 'Rob', I say, "Man,
I'd love that, Robby. Especially our study group that you were in charge
of." The hot water is steaming up the bathroom mirror, but we're still
standing outside the shower stall. We're both lazily rubbing our fingers
over our shaved pubic area, enjoying the smoothness. Robby says, "The
threesome probably wouldn't work a second time because Ryan would be
sucking up to you, not me." I say, "You don't know that. Let's try it and
see.  Okay?" He says, "If you want to, sure, I'll try it." Well, to be
accurate, he brought it so he was thinking about it, but still I like the
drift of this. "Lets get in the shower, Dylan," and that's what we do.

Squeezing inside the shower stall, we're giggling because it's a pretty
tight fit, but we manage to shampoo each other's hair at the same time, and
then end up kissing with our arms around each other's neck. It's so sexy
making out in the shower naked with all the water cascading down on us. Our
bodies slide together as our tongues duel.  I can't smell Robby's sexy
scent through all this water, but his body feels tight and perfect. Our
hands rub each other's back and then we grab handfuls of each other's
plump, firm buttocks to squeeze and re-squeeze. I know his body so well and
love everything about it. Our crotches grind together as squeaking sounds
come from our throats. We're highly aroused and nothing is better then when
Robby and I are sexually aroused together. Both of us are confident that
we're with the person we most want to be with. Our cocks grow as the
kissing becomes wild with our hands continuing to massage each other's
asses, then Robby pushes a finger past my sphincter muscle as I gasp into
his mouth and moan, "Mmmm, oooh, Robby..." His finger comes out as he turns
me around with our bodies sliding on the wet walls of the shower
stall. Robby pushes his hard cock against the lips of my asshole spreading
them as I moan with desire.  Whether he realizes it or not, Robby's
becoming more and more assertive with our sexual love making and there's
nothing that turns me on more than that. He reaches around me to grab my
boner in his fist and strokes it as he humps his cock up my ass. An arm
goes around my throat and he pulls me back against his body forcing his
cock all the way up my ass until his balls are lying on my buttocks and his
crotch is tight against me. It's incredibly wonderful as sensitive spots in
my rectum come alive and my prostate glands vibrate and hum with
pleasure. The water from the shower head is hitting me in the face as Robby
tightens his arm around my neck so that now the back of my neck is on his
shoulder. He holds me like that and begins roughly fucking me while making
grunting noises in his throat. His body slaps against by back as he thrusts
his cock back and forth in my rectum fast and hard. My hands reach back to
attach themselves to his butt cheeks and ride along with his thrusting. He
drops my boner and grips my nuts, squeezing just hard enough to get my
attention. His dominance during this fuck has me whining with arousal and
deep sexual pleasure. Sensations are exploding in my ass, and my cock
tightens even more as I squirm against his body, unable to escape his hold
around my neck.

Robby squeezes my nuts harder and pounds his cock up my ass with my boner
moving away from my body to stick straight out. It pulsates and quivers
with tightness as my moans fill the shower stall. I have no idea what
brought on this almost violent fuck, but if I had to guess it's probably
Ryan-related. My climax is building and my entire body is alive with
pleasurable sensations shooting everywhere. It's four or five minutes of
intense sexual pleasure before Robby groans loudly and I feel his hard
stream of cum hit within my bowels. My balls erupt, sending a long stream
of spunk against the shower stall wall that's a mere one-inch in front of
the throbbing head of my cock. Robby pushes my head forward so my forehead
is against the stall and he fires his boner back and forth in my
cum-saturated rectum while holding my head steady.  I'm moaning as more cum
drools from my cock with my shoulders shuddering and my sphincter muscle
tightening on his cock. Another shoulder shudder and then I'm limp,
savoring my orgasm as it winds down. Robby's thrusts slow down and then he
pulls his cock out of me and turns me around to hug my body against his,
chest to chest. He hugs me tightly and sways us side to side so our
shoulders hit one side of the stall and then the other. My head clears some
and I hug him back loving this shower stall sex and loving Robby. He kisses
me as his hold on me relaxes. Then, more gently then earlier, he turns me
around again to slide his boner back up inside me to slow-fuck me for maybe
five minutes more.  Unhurried fucking with me doing one long moan of his
name. Then it's over and my docile, well-fucked body is turned around by
Robby, a hand on each of my shoulders, and I collapse against him as he
kisses the side of my face. We haven't spoken a word that wasn't associated
with a moan of pleasure for ten minutes. Finally Robby quietly says, "I'm
sorry if I got rough, Dylan, but desire for you overwhelmed me and I lost
my mind for awhile there. I love you and never want to hurt you." I tell
him, "It was incredibly sexy, Robby, and I love you just as much as you
love me." He mutters, "I'm beginning to believe that, baby, and nothing
could make me happier. Was I too rough?" I go, "You were perfect, and I had
a fierce climax that felt fantastic. You were, um, dominant and I loved
every second of it." He chuckles then, "Maybe you changed me after all. I
didn't try to be dominant, it just happened."

We hug and kiss for a few minutes as my love and admiration for him reaches
new highs in my heart and brain. Who needs anyone else besides Robby when
he's like this? After a few minutes, he says, "Let's wash each other," and
that's what we do with our elbows bumping the sides of the shower stall
walls time and time again. Our sperm has disappeared down the drain, but as
I turn off the water and step out of the shower stall, cum from my rectum
still drools from my ass. As we dry each other with fluffy towels, Robby
wipes my ass with toilet paper every thirty seconds or so, saying, "I
pumped a lot of spunk up your ass, Dylan. I can't remember being so hot and
aroused as I got a little while ago. It was almost scary." I tell him again
it was an awesome experience for me, and then ask, "Do you think us talking
about Ryan set you off?" He goes, "Not consciously, but maybe
subconsciously. I'm very jealous of him and I don't mind admitting it. Of
course I was the one who forced you two together. I realize that and it
pisses me off that I did it.  It's just that I never imagined you two would
get the hots for each other." We walk into my bedroom naked and pick out
clean clothes from my bureau to wear. Robby says, "I like wearing clothes
you've worn before me, especially your underwear." We chuckle at that, then
Robby says, "Kiss me Dylan, you look sexy." We kiss and then leave for
dinner.  Walking down the steps to Robby's pickup, he says, "After dinner,
it'll be lover's sex in my bed."

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

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