Date: Fri, 24 Jan 2014 05:31:16 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation 2 Chapter 51

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

Chapter 51

by Donny Mumford

Robby and I just finished a very sexy shower together. Now we're
both wearing my clothes while on our way to dinner at a place called Debby's
Southern Cooking. It's in downtown Framingham and Robby's driving us there in
his pickup. The sex we had in the shower was initiated by Robby, and he
got a little rough with it, too. Before the shower he'd asked me if I've heard
from Ryan and I told him about Ryan's emails and text messages. Robby pondered
that for a few seconds before confessing to being jealous that Ryan's
communicating with me, but not him. Shorty after our discussion, Robby fucked
me roughly in the shower. It was almost like he was angry with me because Ryan
and I are in contact so it isn't hard to add one-and-one and come up with two.
Meaning the rough fuck was a result of Robby's frustration, which in turn was
motivated by jealousy. He apologized for being rough afterwards, but the thing
is, his rough sex was fine with me. I like that he's jealous, and as I've
mentioned a few hundred times, I like rough sex. Of course 'rough' is a
relative term... I'm not referring to anything rougher than the sex Robby and I
just had. Ass smacking is fine too because it's sexy, but anything much rougher
than that might not be cool anymore. I can't imagine Robby ever being rougher
then he was tonight so I'm not really worried about that, but I'm thinking that
some of Willie's old rough stuff wouldn't be okay with me now. I'm more or less
over that and the same can be said for Ryan's earlier dominant stuff when he
was doing a few of the nasty things that were done to him in his past. I went
through a phase where I thought being treated badly was sexually hot, but I'm
pretty much over that now as well. Sonny tying me up is still cool because he
doesn't get rough with it. He likes to fuck hard of course, but he's just
copying the way they do it in the slave/master videos he watches all the time.
Ray's not rough, he mostly talks too much and then fucks hard and fast.
Actually, I think he's shocked at how hot he gets during our sex. It probably
confuses him because he's always thought of himself as primarily heterosexual
and now he has to rethink that. And then there's Seth who barely does regular sex,
never mind getting rough about it. He's new at sex and he hasn't studied fuck
videos like Sonny has, so there's not much technique involved in Seth's sex.
It's sort of sex 101, but he has sexy whiskers and he's cute so it's not like I
don't enjoy the buddy sex with him. He reminds me of Connor at times too. Hell,
I like Seth although I'm mostly doing it with him to help him out with his
libido.

Anyway, things are all good lately except I still miss Ryan. Well,
I guess Ray's act is getting a bit stale lately too so that's another thing
I'll need to consider, but not right now, because after parking at the
restaurant Robby and I run into a little trouble. Framingham has almost 70,000
residents so there's bound to be some assholes mixed in. Tonight there are a
number of teenagers hanging out next door to the restaurant; many of them
appear to be Latinos, and they're apparently bored. I say that because they
take an immediate interest in Robby and me, perhaps seeing us as easy targets
for bullying or mocking. A big kid yells, "Look at the pretty white boys
coming to our part of town for some of Debbie's fried chicken." Robby
glances at me, mumbling, "Let's ignore the riffraff." We walk right
by them as the bigmouth stocky kid, says, "Aren't you white boys going to
say hello? You too good for us, are you?" Robby, who just told me to
ignore them, says, "Go fuck yourself, fatso," and the overweight kid
throws his soda can at us. It misses Robby and bounces off my head. Robby goes
berserk and the can-thrower finds himself on the ground with Robby on top of
him punching him in the face. The other kids yell, "Yeah, a fight!" as
they circle around the grunting fighters. Fists are flying, but Robby's on top
so his fists are hitting home a lot more effectively than the kid that's lying
on his back. I'm being ignored, which is very odd since there are eight of
them. Maybe they don't like the kid on the ground? That's the only reason I can
think of for why they all didn't jump both Robby and me. One of the kids is
standing next to me, a kid about sixteen or seventeen with pretty skin and an
extremely short haircut, casually says to me, "Dude, I like your haircut.
Did you get it at Angelo's?" I say, "No, my friend gave me this
haircut." He sees me taking a drag off my cigarette, and asks, "Can I
bum a cigarette off you?" I look into his cute face, then shrug and
mutter, "Sure." By the time he's taken a cigarette from my box of
Marlboro Lights, the police are roaring into the parking lot with the blue
lights on top of their squad car blinking, spinning, and shining brightly off
the front of the restaurant; someone from the restaurant must have dialed
911.The fight only lasted a minute before two guys pull Robby off the other kid
with one of them saying to Robby, "You win and Pepe loses... again, ha ha."
Then Pepe and the others take off. Robby's got a cut lip, which he holds a
handkerchief to as we slide inside the front door of Debbie's. The hostess
asks, "Are you alright?" Robby nods that he is, and I say, "Two
for dinner." She's gawking out the plate glass window though, so Robby and
I look out there to see what she's looking at. Two policeman are coming towards
the front door. A skinny policeman opens the door and the hostess says to him,
"I keep telling you, Art, that group of boys is ruining my fucking
business, they just jumped one of my customers," and she nods at Robby.
Art, the cop, is grinning at her, then says, "I know, I know. You keep
telling me that, Debbie, but didn't you notice how lightning fast we got here
this time?" Then to Robby, "You gonna be okay, son?" Robby goes,
"Yeah, I'm good." The cop nods, telling us, "We'll cruise around
the neighborhood and see if we can nab one or two of them." And that's
that. Very strange and not at all like it could have gone down.

Debbie has a potty mouth as she and the cops joke around with each
other for a minute or two, then Debbie tells a waitress to get the cops
take-out coffees and a bag of something, which might be donuts, but more likely
is fried chicken. It doesn't appear the cops feel a sense of urgency to cruise
around the neighborhood like they said they'd do. I say that because when they
finally leave, they just sit in their squad car drinking coffee and eating from
the bag of freebies. Robby and I exchange shrugs, then a waitress seats us and
hands us menus. After we order Cokes, I look closely at Robby who's looking a
little pale, so I ask him, "Are you really alright?" He says,
"The adrenaline rush I got a few minutes ago is making me feel a little
sick to my stomach now, but mostly my knuckles hurt. I kept hitting that
asshole Pepe's teeth."  Robby shows me his right hand that has cuts
on the first and second knuckles, and I go, "Maybe you should get a
tetanus shot." Robby chuckles, "I don't believe Pepe has rabies. I'll
wash the cuts," and he goes looking for a restroom. Gazing around I
realize this is a much larger restaurant than it appeared to be from outside.
It's very deep and very crowded, especially for a Sunday night. Kinda noisy
too. Paper place mats on the table with paper napkins, so it's not a fancy
place, but the food must be good if all these people are any indication. Our
drinks arrive in paper cups with straws before Robby gets back. I'm still
puzzled at the way things went down outside, not understanding why they all
didn't jump us. The fat kid was getting his ass kicked by Robby so he probably
wasn't having a good time, but all the other kids seemed to be enjoying
themselves. They're obviously not a tight-knit group like the posse boys. Of
course this is another example of Robby 'losing it', which always happens when
someone does something bad to me. It's sweet that he's got my back, but the
whole thing could easily have been prevented because we were two steps from the
front door when the soda can bounced off my head. It was basically an empty,
light-weight aluminum can that didn't hurt me at all. Kind of humiliating I
guess, but not worth an eight-against-two fight which is what I expected. Pepe
made a lucky throw to start with and remnants of soda from the can did spray my
Polo shirt so Robby goes nuts, and it's always balls to the wall when he's in a
fight. There wasn't any need for me to jump in because Robby was totally
winning from the first second to the last, and while the fight lasted only a
minute, I know from experience it seemed longer then that to Robby and
Pepe.

Robby comes back flexing his hand, saying, "My lip is going
to look funny tomorrow when it's all puffed up." I tell him, "It
would take a hell of a lot more than a puffy lip to ruin your cute face."
He grins, "Aaah, thanks, boyfriend. Actually I'm disappointed Pepe didn't
get a good shot to my eye because what's cooler than a black eye?" I
chuckle and glance at the front door where a tall, striking looking young
fellow is walking in with a short, cute black kid next to him. It's hard not to
stare, but I force myself to look back at Robby, mumbling, "Jeez, look
what just walked in." Robby looks over his shoulder, muttering, "Hot,
but he's kinda short." I glance at the new arrivals again, saying,
"Yeah, the short kid is hot too, but I meant the tall one." Robby
chuckles, "You are a world class boy-watcher." Then, taking another
look, Robby says, "Yeah, the tall kid is, um, exotic looking fer sure. How
old do you think he is?" I glance at the duo again and this time the tall
kid stares right back into my eyes. My face turns red as I avert my eyes,
telling Robby, "He saw me looking at him." Robby grins, asking,
"So what?" Now both the tall kid and the cute African American kid
are both staring back at me. I see them doing it when I take another quick
glance at them over Robby's shoulder, muttering, "He looks like he's about
our age, and they're both staring at me now." Robby turns his head and looks
at them, then flicks his fingers at them, like, 'Go away, don't bother us,' and
the tall kid says something to the short kid, then both of them walk towards
us. What the fuck? Is this going to be another dining out nightmare for Robby
and me? It happens too often to be believed. Jeez!

The two strangers sit in the vacant chairs at our table, and the tall one
smiles, saying, "Hi, I'm Cole Austin and my boyfriend is Caleb
Johnson." He's reaching his hand out to me as he speaks. From reflex
reaction I shake hands with him, mumbling, "Hi, um, Dylan Newman and this
is Rob Dickers." Cole holds his hand towards Robby now, while Caleb does
the same to me. Caleb mumbles, "Nice to meet ya, Dylan," although he
doesn't seem to be completely sincere about that. Robby does a cursory
handshake with both boys, asking, "Wassup? Why are you introducing
yourselves?" Cole smiles, "Because we're friendly and we like meeting
new people. Are you two gay boyfriends by any chance?" This is so fucking
odd! Robby glances at me with a puzzled expression on his face, then says,
"Yeah, we are. Why, ah, do you want to know that?" Cole shrugs, and
says, "Just seeing if my intuition is still working. My gaydar tells me
you two are a 'couple." He made quotation marks in the air with his
fingers when he said 'couple'. Then he adds, "Actually, the way Dylan
stared at me made me think he might be gay." He says to me, "It's
something to do with the intensity in your eyes." I frown at him as he's
asking Robby about his cut lip, and while Robby tells him about the fight, I
check out Caleb. He has dark brown skin that's flawless, but with European
facial features. He's extremely good looking actually. His hair is long like a
seventies Afro and it looks soft in its natural state, the way Caleb wears it.
I'd love to get a chance to give him a haircut sometime. His pink lips and
brilliant white teeth are striking contrasts against his dark skin, but the
most startling feature of Caleb's appearance are his blue eyes. I can't help
but stare and, of course, he notices, "Yes, Dylan," he says, each
word dripping with sarcasm, "I have blue eyes, you're very observant. And
no, there's no interracial blood in my background... none that my family knows
about anyway. As far as we know, we're purely African, but then everyone is
basically African when you come right down to it. The common held theory is
that modern man evolved in East Africa and from there, spread throughout the
world. Skin pigmentation over the centuries, for evolutionary reasons that are
complicated, changed skin color depending on the climate and other factors
present wherever the Africans migrated to over tens of thousands of
years." Trying to match Caleb's earlier sarcasm, I go, "Huh, I didn't
know that." Cole looks from Robby, to me, to Caleb, and says, "All
three of you have the same shade of beautiful bright blue eyes. That's
awesome!" Caleb rolls his eyes, muttering, "Wow, we're probably
triplets, separated at birth."

The waitress returns, asking, "Are there four in your party
now?" Caleb asks Robby, "Yeah, is it okay if we join you?" I
glance at Robby who shrugs, then mutters, "Sure, why not." The two
newcomers accept menus from the waitress and ask for water. I'm wondering how awkward
it's going to be paying for our dinner when the check comes and we need to
split it four ways. Caleb asks if we've ever been to Africa and we shake our
heads 'no'. This kid's a regular Wikipedia when it comes to Africa, and he's
not shy about sharing his knowledge. While he's doing that I'm sneaking glances
at Cole, who's listening and staring at his boyfriend. Cole's hair is parted in
the middle, very straight and longish although not over his ears. I can see
that it's dyed because the bright blond color doesn't carry through to the
roots where he parts his hair. His face is creamy white without a trace of
sunburn or tan, cleanly shaven, and kind of pretty. He has almond-shaped eyes
with big pupils made up of various shades of green that's so vivid his eyes
appear fake. He has an oval face without it being long like Willie's, and
overall he's exotic looking. Full lips, nice nose with slightly flared
nostrils, and normal-sized pierced ears with matching round, gold-colored studs
for earrings. Cole's wearing pressed dark blue pleated shorts and a short-
sleeved white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone revealing the top
part of his pink, hairless chest. His arms are hairless too, like mine and
Robby's. He reminds me of the handsome young male models in magazines. Very
slim and fit and, like I said, quite tall. His eyes flick to mine catching me
staring at him and I blush again as he gives me a very cute little grin with
dimples on both cheeks, then he's back listening to Caleb.

I've been caught gawking again so I look and listen to Caleb, too.
He notices I'm paying attention to him now, and asks, "How many countries
do you think there are on the African continent, Dylan?" Well, to be
honest, I thought Africa was a country until he mentioned continent. Okay, it's
a continent with more than one country apparently. I mutter, "Um, I slept
through high school geography class, Caleb, but I'll guess that there are ten
African countries." He says, "There are actually fifty-four...
Algeria to Zimbabwe in alphabetical order, and many of them are struggling with
political unrest." Hmmm, I mumble, "You don't say," and he goes,
"Yep, countries like Libya, with Quaddafi as the dictator, have terrible problems.
You've surely heard of that." I shrug and smile at him because I'm not
really interested, but I do like looking at his mouth when he talks. He's very
sincere as he continues, "Of course, other countries outside Africa like
Bahrain, Saudi Arabia, Jordan, and Yemen, all have political troubles. Others inside
Africa too, but I stay out of those countries. Earlier this summer I visited
Botswana, which is the most peaceful country in Africa. The Global Peace Index
list Botswana as the 33rd most peaceful country in the world." Robby says,
"Thirty-third? That doesn't sound all that peaceful. Aren't we in the most
peaceful country right here in the good old U. S. of A?" Caleb laughs,
"No, I'm afraid not. Number one is New Zealand followed by Iceland and
Japan. The UK is 31st on the list and the USA is 85th." I go,
"What?" He says, "Yes, it's rated low on the list because of all
the military activities we have going on at the moment, and also the increases
in crime in recent years, and of course the large number of people incarcerated
in America." I go, "Hey, stop picking on our country! Are you
American?" Caleb says, "Yes, of course I am, but it doesn't mean I
need to like everything that goes on here. For example, the number of brothers
incarcerated in America is way out of proportion to our 'black' population. The
US has only four percent of the world's black population, but fully fifty
percent of the world's incarcerated blacks are in the U.S. World-wide there are
a total of two million black people in prison. Half of the two million are in
American prisons right now."  I don't know what to say to that,
except, "How do you know?" He goes, "Did you ever hear of
Google?" Robby says, "So, you're saying we have four percent of the
world's black population, but fifty percent of all the black prisoners in the
world are imprisoned here?" Caleb nods his head, "Yes, that's it
exactly." Cole says, "That's disturbing, but let's change the
subject." Caleb's like, "Okay, my lecture is almost over, but
consider this. It's not just that a wildly disproportionate number of blacks
are in prison here; the prison system in America is bulging at the seams with
whites and others as well. All of the European/Eurasian nations combined have a
total population of 820 million people with 1.6 million of them incarcerated.
The US has a population of about 300 million with 2.3 million of its citizens
in prison. So the other countries, totally three times our population, have
only half the number of people in prison that we have here in the land of the
free. That doesn't sound too peaceful to me." Cole asks, "Okay, so
why are so many Americans in prison?" Caleb smiles a cute smile, and goes,
"Um, I don't fucking know actually, but I'll investigate some more and get
back to you. How's that?" Robby says, "Report back to us
quickly." He's joking of course... I hope.

The waitress breaks into our geography class asking if we know
what we want to eat yet. We exchange glances, and then open our menus with Cole
saying, "Please give us another minute or two." After some
discussion, we decide to split the all-you-can-eat family fried chicken dinner.
It consists of all the baskets of fried chicken you can eat, mashed potatoes
and gravy, kernel corn and cole slaw, and a basket of biscuits; all served family-style.
It's supposed to serve four and costs $39.95 which divides nicely into four.
While we wait for dinner to arrive, Cole, who wants to change the subject,
tells a joke: "A man goes to the barbershop for a close shave explaining
to the barber he really wants a smooth shave. The barber hands him a small wood
ball, and says, 'Put this between your cheek and gum. It'll puff out your cheek
so I can shave it close." The man does it and is pleased with the final
result, but as he's handing the hard wood ball to the barber, he asks,
"What would happen if I accidentally swallowed this thing?' The barber
goes, 'No problem, just bring it back when you shit it out. That's what a guy
did just a little while ago.' Robby does a fake gag, and says, "Delightful
diner-table talk." We chuckle and Cole goes, "Okay, how about this
one: A seventy-year old lady decides she needs a husband. She advertises for
one in the paper stipulating the applicant must be in her age group, not beat
her up or run around on her, and must still be good in bed. The next day her
doorbell rings and when she answers the door she finds an old man in a
wheelchair with no arms or legs. She says, 'Surely you're not applying to
answer my ad?' and he says, 'Why not? I've got no arms so I can't beat you up
and obviously I can't run around on you.' She goes, "Yeah, I guess, but
how good are you in bed?' The guys says, `Pretty damn good. How do you think I
rang your doorbell?'" We laugh, as Caleb mumbles, "Gross," and I
say, "No more jokes, please, Cole." He laughs easily, "Okay, let's
move on to find what we have in common. Maybe we can have a four-way sex-a-thon
sometime. What do you think?" Robby rolls his eyes, saying, "Or we
could do boyfriend swapping. Dylan and I do that all the time." I give him
a dirty look and he goes, "I'm joking, Dylan! Jeez." Caleb mumbles,
"Ignore Cole, he's oversexed. It's all he ever thinks about." Cole
acts offended, "I am not oversexed, Caleb. I'm nineteen years old, at the
height of my sexual prowess, and I like to mess around with buddy sex
occasionally, that's all. What's wrong with that? Anyway, you know you're my
true love, Caleb." Robby and I exchange glances, and I just know he's
thinking, sarcastically, 'I wonder who that sounds like?' Actually
Cole is reciting some of the philosophy from my sex handbook regarding sex as a
gay nineteen year old. Caleb says to Cole's last statement, "Some might
say that's the very definition of oversexed, Cole." I go, "Whoa!
That's not necessarily true, we all have different levels of sexual drives, and
we're born with them by the way. Ya know, I've never given Cole's ideas about
buddy sex much thought, but I think he's hit on something here vis a vis
nineteen year old gay males and sex." Robby imitates me, "Vis a
vis?" and I go, "You know, as in... relative to." He makes a
face at me muttering, "Oh, like vis a vis, pretending to be an
intellectual." I make a face at him and he grins back at me.

The dinner is served, interrupting further discussion of Cole's
and my intelligent and relevant comments about sexual activity. Robby's
chuckling as he passes the fried chicken and we all dig in. During dinner Cole
tries strengthening his position regarding sex at nineteen. In the process he's
stating very similar rationalizations to my own regarding buddy sex. It turns
into Cole and me fending off Robby's and Caleb's more conventionally
conservative positions on the matter. Cole and I end up stretching our already
rather advanced concept of what should be acceptable sexual behavior among gay
nineteen years old boys until it's bordering on the absurd, but it's good for
laughs which everyone joins in on and it's a fun dinner. Then the dinner turns
into an eating contest. We order a third basket of fried chicken, and while you
wouldn't know it to look at us, Robby and I excel at gorging ourselves. Finally
Cole drops a drumstick on his plate, mumbling, "I can't eat another
bite." Caleb had stopped eating a while ago and I'm giving up now, too.
Robby takes another chicken wing from the basket, grinning as he does it. Cole
asks Robby and me, "How do you two stay so slim eating the way you do?"
Robby swallows, then says, "It's our metabolism," and I add,
"And he's uber competitive about everything." Robby makes a face at
me, then says, "I think I'm going to throw up." The rest of us back
away from the table as he chuckles, "Just kidding, boys. Hey, we get
dessert with this family dinner." I go, "Yeah, jello, which I'll pass
on." We all pass on it and get the check. Everyone throws twelve dollars
on the table to provide a twenty percent tip and outside we go. The
trouble-making assholes haven't returned and now that there's four of us they
probably wouldn't be so bold anyway. Robby and I light up cigarettes and then
Cole does too. Caleb says, "Oh no, smokers? Man, that's just so bad for
you." Cole says, "Heh heh, Caleb and me made a pact that I won't
smoke unless someone else is smoking. Thanks guys." Caleb says, "How
you can stand those fucking things is beyond me."

We lean against Robby's pickup talking and joking around. Robby
and Caleb get into a hot discussion about whether the Red Sox should trade
Jacoby Ellsbury or let him play out next year and enter free agency. Cole has
his back to them asking me, "Do you want to exchange cell numbers and
maybe get together sometime? It seems we're on the same page where buddy sex is
concerned." I say, "Yeah, why don't we do that, but lets keep it to
ourselves." He goes, "Absolutely! Caleb would go nuts if he knew.
He's of the mind that monogamy is the way we should roll." I go,
"Sure, but not at nineteen. Use your head. Party a little, ya know?"
We bump fists and then enter each other's cell phone numbers into our phones.
Caleb says, "I gotta be getting home, Cole," so we all do partial
hugs and agree we need to get together for dinner here at Debbie's again soon.
Robby gets Caleb and Cole's phone numbers and they walk over to their car, give
one last wave, and they're gone. Robby and I get in his pickup, and he says,
"That was an unexpected encounter, but kinda fun. What'd you think of
those two, Dylan?" I shrug, "I kinda liked them, but mostly it was
interesting just being with another openly gay couple. We don't really know any
and it's, I don't know, relaxing or something." Robby starts the pickup,
and as he's driving out of the parking lot, he goes, "Yeah, I know what
you mean. You don't need to watch what you say, not that we need to anyway, but
it's cool knowing they'll probably relate to stuff more or less the way we
do."  I say, "Yeah, and that Caleb seemed sort of brainy. I
wonder who's the dominant one during sex between them." Robby's like,
"Caleb inferred that neither of them is. They've been boyfriends since
high school and after college they're thinking about getting married. He said
that he thinks Cole messes around on him, but not blatantly or anything like
that." I go, "You mean like me, is that what you're saying?"
Robby looks over, "No! That's not what I meant. It's just that maybe
they're more, um, mature than we are. They go to different colleges, but still
get together every weekend during the year." At a red-light, I ask,
"Do you wish I was more mature?" He says, "I don't know what I
wish for, Dylan. I love you, that's all I know for sure. If we were more mature
I don't see how I could love you more than I do already, so I need to
appreciate what we've got together." I say, "That's the spirit,
Robby. I sure appreciate what I've got, I couldn't wish for a better boyfriend
than you." He gives me a grin, muttering, "I like the sound of
that."

As we're driving away from the red light, he adds, "I feel
that one of our special sweet lover's sexual encounter is in our immediate
future. How 'bout you?" I lean way over, straining against my seat belt,
and kiss his cheek, mumbling, "There's nothing I'd like more than that.
Lover's sex with you is a delicious miracle that I never expect to experience
with anyone but you. You are my only true love lover, and while it might be
invisible to others I think we both see our love clearly during our lover's sex
together." Robby glances at me, "That was beautiful, Dylan, and said
like the romantic you are. If only you could remember that when we're apart,
then my world would be complete." I'm like, "Oh, but I do remember it
when we're apart. I'm always in love with you and my limited recreational buddy
sex doesn't detract from that at all. It actually heightens it." Robby
chuckles, muttering, "My lovable con-artist boyfriend. He knows the right
things to say, but does he believe what he says?" It's my turn to chuckle,
"You're always calling me names. I'm not a con-artist... I'm
sincere." He says, "I believe you, Dylan, I really do. Like you said,
maybe our love is invisible to others, but to me it's like a living thing that
I can see and feel, and it's awesome." I go, "Being in love with you
is awesome, and fun, and exciting, and perfect." Robby's chuckling again,
"We might be overdoing it a little with the lovers' talk. Whaddaya
think?" I say, "Maybe, but everything I said is true." Robby
glances over at me and gives me his smile. All I can think about is how lucky I
am to be his true love boyfriend. I wonder if it's rare to find the love of my
life so early in life. Young love is a powerful thing, I know that much. I love
Ryan too, but it's a very different love than what I feel for Robby. The love I
feel for Robby is felt by my whole body, heart, and mind. It's all encompassing
and can be overwhelming at times. It can make me gush gooey sentiments trying
to express it and say things that probably should embarrass me, but doesn't.

Robby drives up his driveway and parks the pickup, then looks over
at me wiggling his index finger for me to slide over on the bench seat to him.
I undo my seatbelt and move over next to him. We look into each other's eyes,
our lips parted and our hearts beating a little harder than normal. I murmur,
"You look sexy, kiss me," and he puts his arms around my neck as our
faces come together. His lips feel wonderful against mine as he kisses me a
sweet lovers' kiss and then slides his tongue inside my mouth and I feel tingly
all over as a low moan, "Mmmmm," slips from my throat. Our noses rub
together as Robby's head moves while his tongue and lips are moving sexily in
and around my mouth. My arms hug his hot body and his scent fills my head and
it's all just dreamily, wonderful and perfect. My cock firms up as my body
becomes docile in my lover's arms. Our bodies come together tightly and then my
left leg goes over Robby's legs. I move my body to sit on his lap, a knee on
either side of him with the steering wheel at my back. Robby moans now as he
rubs up the back of my head, then on top of my head to ruffle my quarter-inch
hair. My arms are around his neck as our faces slide together and our hard
boners poke up the laps of our shorts. Our mixed spit smears our chins and then
Robby licks up my lips and continues up the front of my nose. I moan in deep
sexual pleasure like only Robby can create for me. It brings tears to my eyes
as I hold my face steady so Robby can lick where he wants as he methodically
wets my face with his tongue, finishing with three more licks up the front of
my nose clogging my nostrils with his saliva. I inhale, gasp, then swallow and
our mouths come together again. I feel like I belong to Robby and anything he
wants to do with me is more than fine with me. Precum is now wetting my boner
as we continue kissing and moaning quietly. My orgasm is coming on me quickly
and then Robby murmurs, "Lets go to my bedroom, baby. I love you so much
it scares me." I nod my head, then kiss his lips and we kiss for another
thirty seconds. I want to cum so badly now, but Robby stops, and says sternly,
"Now, Dylan. We're going to my bedroom right now." His sternness is
almost the last straw and I'm sure I'm going to cum in my pants, but Robby
whacks my ass, saying, "Slide off me before I cum in my pants." I'm
surprised Robby's worried about cumming in his pants, too. That makes me feel
good. I slide off him as he mutters, "Thank you," and with one last
look into each other's eyes, we get out of the pickup, with me out the
passenger door and Robby out the driver's side.

I hustle around the truck to Robby, who takes my hand smiling at
me, and leads me into his house with our boners preceding us. Inside we glance
at each other and smile again, but don't say anything. Through the house we go,
and up the stairs, then down the hall to Robby's room. He clicks the lock on
the door even though his parents aren't due back for a couple of hours. Still
without talking, we undress looking at one another. When we're both naked Robby
takes my cock, that's only semi-hard now, in his fist and strokes it before
leaning in and kissing me again. Then, while still holding my cock in his hand,
he mutters, "You taste and smell so good, Dylan. Just looking at you is a
thrill for me, but to smell and taste and feel you too, and know you'll be all
mine someday is a fantasy I've had for years, one that's becoming real. I'm not
the least bit surprised others want you too and I'll share you because I must,
but when you're ready I'll be all yours and you'll be all mine. Right?" I
nod my head in agreement, but don't speak... I'm feeling wonderfully submissive
and don't want to break the spell by talking. Robby stares at me with a grin on
his face, then rubs my shoulders and strokes my cock. The feel of his hand on
my cock is all it takes to get my boner back. Robby rubs down my chest with the
palm of his hand as I stand still with my arms at my sides letting him do what
he will with me. His face is so cute and his body so taut and well put
together, it makes me think again that Robby with his blue eyes and blond
flattop haircut and all his cuteness makes him the perfect all-American boy,
healthy, happy, and beautifully boyish. He reaches behind me and squeezes my
butt cheek then slides his hand around to massage my nuts, as he murmurs,
"You're perfect, you know, absolutely perfect. I've never known or seen
anyone as perfect looking as you and I love when you get like this, so totally
accommodating and loving. It's times like this that I fantasize you're really
all mine already and it makes my whole body buzz with joy. You make me so
happy, Dylan, and I love you to death." He leans in letting go of my cock
and balls to cup behind my neck with a hand and hug me with his other arm as he
kisses and licks around my mouth. When he leans his body fully against me,
chest to chest, our boners get pressed between our bellies and another moan of
pleasure and desire slips from my throat.

After licking more saliva onto my face he smiles at me putting an
arm around my waist, then walks me over to the bed. Robby grins at me and
gently sits on the edge of the mattress as his hands slide off my body, then he
nods his head downward and I drop slowly to my knees to lift his foot and lick
it as we stare into each other's eyes once more. He absently strokes his cock
as I lick the sole of his foot and then suck his toes, still maintaining eye
contact. There's a little grin on his face as I lick up his leg in one long
lick and then lick up the inside of his left thigh to his balls. Lapping his
scrotum I take hold under his knees with both hands to gently pull him a little
forward. He lies back on the bed with his boner sticking straight up in the air
as hard and tight as his fat four-inch uncut cock can get. Staring at his wet,
hard boner for a second, I drop my eyes to his ass, then hungrily lick and kiss
his buttocks. Spreading his legs a bit, then spreading his ass cheeks, I lick
over his asshole and kiss it before sucking on the lips of his anus, getting a
moan from Robby. I'm in a bit of a trance from all this submissive behavior as
well as the way Robby just assumed I'd lick his feet and suck his asshole... it's
got me feeling wonderfully dreamy and sexy. When I get my tongue inside his
asshole my shoulders shudder and precum drools down the shaft of my boner. I
suck noisily on his asshole making wet slurping sounds. This is almost as
sexually stimulating to me as actually getting fucked. I love showing Robby I'm
sexually submissive to him with his scent totally filling my head. I greedily
suck on his awesome ass and then begin sucking his bone-hard cock and
swallowing copious amounts of precum as he squirms on the bed moaning with
sexual arousal. Then he sits up and cups under my chin pulling my head up, to
tell me, "Thank you, Dylan. I love when you do oral sex on me, but I need
to fuck you now." I stand, biting my lip, waiting for instructions. My
boner throbs as Robby says, "Let's get under the covers." That's what
he does, lying on his back, and I follow him. When we're both under the covers
I hug him tightly with both arms as if I'm afraid he'll get away from me.
Kissing the side of his face I then climb on top of him to lie squished
together chest to chest, belly to belly, with our boners leaking between us.
It's awesome being on top of the boy I love, both of us as naked as the day we
were born.

Mmmm, it feels so sexy to squirm around on his tight body, moaning
with desire. He cups his hand behind my head and pulls my face to his with our
lips sucking together and my tongue going into Robby's mouth to lick his tongue
and then I'm licking around the inside of his cheek. Our tongues slide together
as Robby uses both hands to squeeze my butt cheeks pulling my crotch tighter
against his and everything feels, smells, and tastes delicious. He rubs a
finger over my anus a few times, teasing me before pushing the tip of his
finger inside me to do little finger penetrations that get me moaning,
"Oooooh, mmmm, Robbeeee." Breaking the kiss, Robby hoarsely says,
"On your side now, baby," helping me slide off him by pulling on my
asshole, now with two fingers inside me. I slide off onto my side, facing away
from him and Robby rolls up on his side with his fingers coming out of my ass.
He presses his chest against my back and holds me against his body with his arm
over my side and his hand on my stomach. I feel his warm breaths on the back of
my neck and then he begins giving me a hickey, sucking a spot on my neck close
to my shoulder. He moans quietly while doing this as he humps his crotch
against my buttocks with his boner drooling precum that drips down my butt
cheek to the sheets. I'm in a deep, enchantingly submissive trance loving every
second of it and wanting this to go on forever. All I smell and feel is Robby
and that's all I want to feel and smell. He's satisfied with the hickey finally
and his mouth leaves it to lick the side of my face, then my ear. His tongue's
in my ear as my boner throbs, then my whole ear is in his mouth as I whine,
"Fuck me, Robby, fuck me, I need it." Taking his mouth from my ear he
murmurs to me, his lips touching my ear, "Who do you love?" and I go,
"You, Robby, no one else." A kiss on my cheek and he moves a bit and
I then feel the wet head of his boner spreading the lips of my asshole.

A loud inhale by Robby and then a long exhale against the back of
my head. He's stationary for a few seconds and then he humps the head of his
boner inside me as I squeeze my eyes shut, moaning, "Mmmm, oooh, mmm,
yesssss." A grunt from Robby and then another thrust of his hips pushes
his boner up my ass a couple of inches with me moaning, "Oooooh, aah,
aah." The last of his cock goes up my ass and his shaved crotch is
plastered against my buttocks. Robby's clutching my body against his with his
arm over my side, his hard bicep muscle pressing against my right nipple. He
stays like this for a minute or so while my filled-up rectum relaxes. I'm
biting my lip feeling intense sexual pleasure, but hoping not to make an ass of
myself by moaning uncontrollably. Robby quietly asks, "Feeling okay,
Dylan?" I mutter, "Uh huh, better than okay, boyfriend." He kisses
the back of my head, then withdraws his cock and pushes it back in immediately.
"Aaaaah, mmmm," from me as my shoulders shudder again. It feels so
good it's indescribable. Another steady withdrawal followed by another
penetration and a low moan comes from Robby, "Oooh, my God, this feels
good." He begins a steady thrusting now and my whole body is tingling as I
squirm on the mattress quietly moaning in deep submissive sexual pleasure like
nothing else can match. The familiar, steady, "Slap, slap, slap, slap,"
sound of our bodies colliding accompanies intense sexual pleasure for both of
us as we both moan with each thrust now. Five minutes of ecstasy in my rectum
before Robby quickens the pace with harder thrusts and grunts of desperation.
Both our climaxes are building as my boner tightens further and pulls away from
my belly to stick straight out from my crotch quivering and so hard it's shiny.
My balls are hard marbles at the top of my scrotum with me slamming back into
each thrust. My body stiffens as fantastic sensations of impending orgasm flood
my consciousness and it's so luscious my brain is incapable of registering all
the sexual pleasure signals being sent out from my rectum, nuts, and cock. Then
one last desperate thrust by Robby and he holds it there as he whines with his
body shaking and cum streaming from his nuts, shooting out his engorged cock as
it fills my rectum with his seed. He buries his face against the back of my
head blowing out a long stream of moist air as he exhales a long-held breath
from his lungs. The slippery feeling in my ass, and Robby's cry of sexual
pleasure ignites my balls and as I shudder my back arches and my hips thrust
forward as a long stream of cum flies from the head of my cock in a straight
line that shoots across the mattress in front of me. Then with my boner
quivering, there's another body shudder and hip thrust by me as more cum fires
from my throbbing balls and I can finally cry out, "Ooooh, aaaah, aaaah,
ooh fuck, mmmmm, oooh ooh."

Robby's quietly moaning with pleasure as he continues coming down
from the high of his climax while doing lazy thrusts in my sloppy rectum. His cum drools out of my ass around his boner and then
the wet goo continues down over my perineum and thigh, puddling on the bed. Another shoulder shudder from me as sensations sizzle crazily around my groin
before fading into the nice familiar glow following orgasm. My body relaxes as
I savor the beauty and ecstasy of an orgasm lovingly fucked out of me by the
boy I love. Nothing else is nearly as good as that; it's the pinnacle of sexual
pleasure and satisfaction. Robby pushes his cock all the way in again and hugs
me tightly against him as he kisses the side of my face, cooing, "I love
you so much it's crazy. You put a spell on me somehow when I first met you and
I've been loving every second of loving you since then." My submissive
trance has morphed into peaceful state of happiness, first from knowing how
lucky I am to be in love with Robby, and also knowing without doubt that he's
just as much in love with me. A love affair from the start really, one that
will last the test of time and circumstances... circumstances already known and
those not yet known. Robby and I will always be in love and what a comfort it
is for me to be so positive of that simple, but complicated fact. I grin,
asking, "Are you sure you've loved me every second of our
love affair?" He goes, "There were a couple of times I wasn't loving
every second like I'm capable of, but most seconds have been totally awesome.
Being in love with you is fun and uber sexy so it's well worth a couple of
bumps in the road. It's an honor and a thrill to be boyfriends with you, and boys
that aren't your boyfriend are jealous of me." I go, "Tell me more,
boyfriend." He hugs me tighter and humps his cock in my rectum a few more
times, then chuckles, "You want to hear me tell you how fabulous you are,
but how about me?" I say, "I feel the same way about you. You know,
everything you said applies to you." This is our running gag... Robby lists
a ton of reasons he loves me and thinks I'm fabulous, then I basically say,
'Right back at you, dude,' or words to that effect. He laughs, "Thanks a ton
for that sincere vote of confidence, but I know you love me." He withdraws
his softening cock as we both go, "Aaah, ooh," and now my ass is wet
and wide open. I roll over on my back, and say, "I've listed the million
and one reasons I think you're awesome many times, so I don't want to bore you
by being redundant." He grins and rolls up on his side looking down at me,
"You can bore me any time you want," and following a quick kiss, he
says, "Let's take a shower together."

We're in playful frames of mind in the shower until we've washed
each other and then we get into a hot make-out and Robby fucks me again as the
water pours down on us from the shower head, but neither of us manages a second
climax. After drying, we wear Robby's clothes. My clothes, that we wore after
our first shower, the shower after the softball game, are bundled up and I take
the bundle with me as Robby drives me home. Tomorrow is Monday, work day number
one of the last week before our one-week vacation. Robby is staying behind that
week for work-related reasons, but Chubby and I are off with the moms to
Wildwood. Hope this week at work goes fast and without problems. At the curb
below my condo Robby and I kiss goodbye with words of true love for each other,
and then reluctantly part. What a wonderful day with Robby! Lovers' sex and
then the loving feelings for each other afterwards... oh so perfect!

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

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