Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2014 17:05:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation Two Chapter 55

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

Chapter 55

by Donny Mumford

In bed Thursday night I'm thinking about my date with Sonny earlier this
evening. It's amazing how quickly and almost seamlessly Sonny has
established the parameters of our hot sex together. It's remarkable,
although when sex is involved I'm pretty flexible and more than willing to
adopt a submissive posture, so that's a big factor. Sonny's only previous
experience with gay sex isn't really experience at all. It consists of
absorbing master/slave videos and applying aspects of those videos that he
feels comfortable incorporating into his personal version of a dominant sex
partner, a/k/a master, to my submissive sex partner, a/k/a slave. Somehow
it works, and he's basically sweet about it and unlike Willie, for example,
Sonny drops his dominant posture if I complain about something he's
doing. So it's contradictory at times, but overall makes for a more playful
atmosphere while still containing enough of the sub/dom dynamic to be
captivating. It also feels safer than doing sub/dom sex with Willie ever
was, or even with Ryan. In the early days of sub/dom play with Ryan he was
much edgier than Sonny is. Of course that edginess created deeper
submissive trances for me, deeper than the ones Sonny creates. Be that as
it may, it's working fine for both Sonny and me so far. It helps that
Sonny's different than anyone I've ever been with and therefore
interesting, but probably ours will be a short-term relationship. I'm not
sure Sonny sees it as a short-term thing, but I'm pretty sure it will be
simply because I'm so much more experienced with gay sex than Sonny is that
it's not even comparable. That being the case, what's unique about him now
might not be so later, and with his lack of experience he's likely to be a
one trick pony. For now, his innocence about sex, and especially his
current dominant role with me, is part of his appeal, but how far can that
take us? Having a cuteness about him, both in his appearance and his manner
of doing things, is part of the reason I'm attracted to him for now, but
there's no depth to our relationship like, for instance, there is with Ryan
and me. Of course, Robby's and my relationship is off the charts and as
deep as the Grand Canyon he visited during spring break, so we're good as
gold. Who knows why I feel there's no depth of feelings for Sonny? All I
know is I just don't feel it.

Sonny's and my sexual relationship, from my point of view anyway, also has
sort of an in-your-face aspect to it compared to Ray and me. Ray constantly
claims that he's turned the tables on me, and has me eating out of his hand
and humbling myself to him, which isn't the way I see it at all. I don't
try very hard to correct his misconception because he's been handy in
replacing some of what I'm missing from Ryan. The fact is I'm having sex
right under Ray's nose, and with a junior posse member no less! I'm fully
aware of the consequences should Ray find out, but I'm doing it
anyway. He'll dump me if he finds out, and I say... so what. The closer I
get to returning to Merrimack, and a reunion with Ryan, the less I care if
Ray dumps me or not, that's how inconsequential Ray is to me. Let the boy
have his illusions though, there's no harm in it that I can see. I know who
I am and I'm certainly not feeling the need to be humble to Ray Ellis or
anyone else.  I'm probably using Sonny to help replace Ryan as well, not
that I'm shortchanging either Ray or Sonny as they're probably getting at
least as much from our sex together as I am. It's a mutually satisfying
arrangement for all concerned. Yes, 'arrangement' is the right word for it,
nothing more and nothing less.

Then it's Friday morning. I fell asleep doing what I do too much
of... overanalyzing my relationships. I need to let them play out as they
will and not confuse the issues with my over-analyzation. Confusing the
issue further is the fact I've apparently adopted Chubby's world-class
ability to rationalize everything, so my analyzing is skewed right from the
start. Putting all that out of my mind, I think about something more
uplifting... Wildwood. This time tomorrow I'll be helping Chubby load mom's
station wagon, as well as Chubby's and my Jeep. Loading them with bedding,
towels, beach chairs and things like that for our week at the Jersey shore,
and I'm really psyched about this! After getting ready for work I meet
Chubby in the kitchen. We do a tight hug, with Chubby saying, "One more
day, big brother, and then we're on the beach soaking up the sun." I kiss
him, then say, "And there's no better place to do boy-watching than the
beach, and especially the boardwalk." Chubby chuckles, "I'll leave that to
you, Dylan, and no one can do it better or with better results." I let go
of Chubby, and exclaim, "Hey, that sounds like a dig at me." He rubs my
head affectionately, grinning at me, saying, "Absolutely not. I meant it
only in the best way, it was a compliment." I say, "Oh, okay then. Hey, how
'bout we have a contest to see who can hook-up with someone first. You a
girl and me a cute guy." Chubby laughs out loud, then mutters, "I wouldn't
have a chance, Dylan, and that's another compliment." I smirk at him, and
he says, "You're so fucking cute, you'll be beating off the gay boys in
Wildwood all week." He's making a mug of coffee and then hands it to me,
saying, "There ya go, bro," and then puts a K-cup in the machine for his
coffee. I say, "Thanks. What are you fixing for our lunch today?" Chubby's
like, "Don't you remember? Robby told us that lunch is on the company
today. It's a 'thank you' gesture for the excellent job we did the first
half of the summer. And, um, Lee said something about a cookout with
cheeseburgers and stuff like that. Should be good." On the balcony we drink
our coffees, share a cigarette, and start a list of what we want to bring
to Wildwood. The moms rented the second floor of a new duplex, if that's
what they're called. Streets in the resort town of Wildwood are lined with
two-story houses, one after another, three feet apart. Most of them are
newly renovated and they all have a full condo unit on the first floor and
another on the second floor.

The longer the list gets of things to bring with us, the more excited I
get. It's gonna be awesome! Bringing the paper tablet I'm writing our list
on down to the Jeep, Chubby drives us to work as we both keep working on
the list. We'll need to make our individual lists for what clothes and
personal stuff we'll want to bring too. The Oakley sunglasses Willie bought
me will be at the top of my list. Well actually everything Willie bought me
will be at the top of my list, which makes me think of Willie and how I
feel bad for him now. I stop working on the list and think about talking
with Willie on the phone the other day. He sounded weird and I believe some
overly-dominant asshole, who Willie referred to as his boyfriend, has
fucked up Willie's head bad. That's what it sounded like to me
anyway. Willie didn't seem happy so much as he seemed defeated. Our history
together had its ups and downs for me, but overall Willie was a generous
boyfriend with gifts and compliments. The sex was hot, too. Sure, he got
carried away in the end, but he basically became infatuated with the idea
that I'd be exclusively his, and he got a bit crazy about it. It might be
that Willie was trying to sort of brainwash me into being so submissive to
him we'd get into a relationship like Sonny's misguided idea of a
slave/master relationship. Ryan warned me about that, not specifically
regarding Willie, but generally speaking. I'm pretty sure Willie never
thought of it as slave/master thing, but it boiled down to that just the
same. Ironically someone may have pretty much done the same to him. Willie
may be into it too deeply and if I could I'd like to help him, but I
wouldn't know how to do that.

Chubby parks the Jeep at work, asking, "Why so quiet, bro?" I go, "Oh, um,
just thinking about tomorrow. I'm excited." We get out and as usual Chubby
hooks up with Lee, and Seth comes over to me. I say, "Glad to see you,
Seth, it was boring yesterday without you." Seth goes, "I'm sorry you were
bored, but it makes me feel good that you missed me," and he hugs my
shoulders, adding, "I'm going to be missing you all next week." As we walk
to the locker room, I ask, "What are you doing during the week off?" He
says, "I'm hooking up with my bud to make money working for the
house-painting crew he works for. They're shorthanded and since I can
hardly go a week without a paycheck, it's a huge help." That makes me feel
sad for him, too. First Willie and now Seth, but I don't show it, saying,
"Good for you, Seth. Pretty resourceful of you getting a job for the week."
He says, "It was lucky, and if I impress the boss I can continue doing
part-time work for them the rest of the summer. I can sure use the extra
cash." I force a smile as he leans into me, grinning, then he says, "Wish
we could get together tonight, Dylan." We've got our shirts off so I return
his shoulder hug, enjoying the feel of him even though he doesn't have a
particularly hot body. "You and me getting together tonight is a cool idea,
Seth, but Robby and I have our last date tonight before I go away for a
week. He'll be working all week here and I won't see him at all. I'll miss
both of you." We finish changing into our work clothes and then go out to
the blacktop where Jerry comes over to exchange fist bumps with Seth and
me. "Looking good boys, " Jerry says, and I go, "You too, Jerry," although
he's not particularly attractive to me. Well, except for his macho features
that lately I've been finding sexy. Both Seth and Jerry are rocking
whiskers today and I have to say they look better on Seth with his cute
face than Jerry. Jerry's whiskers are too, I don't know, thick or
something. They both have sexy wide shoulders also, something else I've
come to admire. Robby's always had a sexy body including his
shoulders. Robby's the best.

Speaking of Robby he comes out of the supervisors meeting all smiles. We
gather around, and he says, "It looks like I'm not the only one smiling
this morning. All you guys are smiling too. Could it be because you have
next week off?  Good for you guys, you all deserve a vacation. The reason
I'm smiling is I've just found out about all the help I'm going to have
from other supervisors covering our lawns next week. Today we'll do large
lawns so they'll be out of the way and next week us supervisors won't screw
them up." Robby's being modest because he's the best big mower operator out
of all of us. Like I said, Robby's a damn good supervisor and he's pumping
us guys up by implying we do better work than he and his fellow supervisors
can do. Even though I know that's not true, at least in Robby's case, it
still makes me feel good hearing him say it, and I'll bet the rest of the
guys feel the same way. Robby goes on to tell us the barbecue is being set
up at the picnic area we've eaten lunch at before, and we'll have at least
an hour to enjoy our free lunch, compliments of the company. Each crew gets
the same treatment the last day before their vacation week. The first year
I worked for Dickers Landscape and Design Company, which was the summer
before last, we had a barbecue at the Dickers house every Wednesday night,
but the company grown too big to continue that tradition. Fridays are
always a good day anyway because we get paid, but this is even a better
Friday then most because we have off next week and we're getting a free
awesome lunch.

As we're walking to the equipment garage to get the stuff we'll need for
today's jobs, Chubby says, "I'm so glad you convinced me to work with you
this summer, Dylan. It's been a lot of fun, almost not like work at all."
Seth says, "Yeah, it been a pleasant surprise for me. It's almost like
hanging out with my buds, working on this crew.The masonry crew I worked
with the last two years wasn't ever fun, but then it's the guys we're
working with that makes it a pleasure to come to work every day." Lee adds,
"You got that right, Seth, you guys rock." Jerry says, "I agree, you're all
regular guys and Robby's the best boss I've ever had. This company overpays
for what we do too, not that I'm complaining. And I mean we're overpaid for
the type of manual labor we do, not how we do it." Robby explained to me
that his dad overpays for a reason, but I don't share the reasons because
I'd rather the guys think the company's just generous, and they are in a
way.  Like this barbecue lunch for example, how many companies do that?
It's kind of funny when I think about it. I mean, a free lunch, big deal,
but somehow it feels like something special. Mr. Dickers knows how to keep
his employees happy workers. Some employers do everything on the cheap, but
not this company.

Seth's walking the big power mower to the truck with me while carrying the
grass clipping container that goes with it; it's like a big plastic box,
not a bag. The grass clippings get transferred to bags when the container
is full. That's a messy job that needs to be done at least once during the
cutting of each large lawn. Seth says, "I like it when we need this big
mower and the regular walk-behind one as well. With both mowers on the
truck I get to mess around in between jobs with the cutest, sexiest guy
I've ever known." I ask, "Who might that be?" He chuckles, "It's you, my
friend, it's definitely you." I go, "Flattery will get you just about
anything you want. I've told you I'm a sucker for flattery." He goes, "Yep,
I was hoping for that." The truth is Seth embarrasses me sometime with his
flattering comments, which is why I joked around about it just now. I mean,
it's nice to hear, but at the same time I feel awkward about it because he
overdoes it and nobody could live up to Seth's compliments. Also, I don't
know what to say back to him sometimes. If I don't contradict him, it's
like I agree that I'm awesome and I know I'm not, but contradicting him
could be interpreted as me wanting him to say more. That's what I mean
about it being awkward at times.

When the truck is loaded, Robby nods his head at me that I should walk over
to him, so I do, asking, "Whassup, boss?" He grins, saying, "You're what's
up, that's what," then he takes my hat off and smiles, "I see you gave
yourself another one of those extreme haircuts. I could tell by how short
your hair is on the sides and back of your head even with your hat on."
Man, he must study me, or maybe he's just very observant. I shrug, "Yeah, I
kinda like it," and Robby nods his head putting my hat back on, then
patting my shoulder, saying, "It looks cool. Next time do my haircut like
that. We'll be the Bobbsey twins again." Hmmm, I'm worried I can't do it as
good as Sonny, certainly not with scissors, but to Robby I show false
bravado, "Of course, Robby, it'll be cool. When I get back from Wildwood,
okay?" He's like, "Sure, and, um, I'm going to miss you, Dylan. Seeing you
working so hard loading the truck this morning I got this feeling of love
for you that just came over me making me feel all warm and gooey and
sexy. It's goofy I guess, but it just overwhelmed me and I wanted to tell
you, um, that I love you with all my heart." I bite my lip and then decide
to joke around with this too, saying, "Talk like that could be misconstrued
as sexual harassment on the job, ya know." I goofed around to cover-up this
feeling that just came over me too, the one where I feel I'm the luckiest
boy in the world to have Robby for my true love boyfriend, and it made me
emotional. I was afraid I'd tear up and make a fool of myself if I didn't
joke about it. Robby chuckles, and says, "I'll take my chances that you
won't file a sexual harassment complaint, Dylan, and I'm so looking forward
to tonight. Let's eat out." I say, "Great, but we're taking a chance
considering our bad luck history of eating out." He says, "We're due for a
good experience," and he sort of rubs my shoulder. I go, "I love you too,
Robby, and I'll miss you every minute I'm away." He nods his head and I see
his eyes get a little moist, as he mumbles, "I hope so, boyfriend," and
then he abruptly says, "Let's get started with our workday," and turns
around quickly. Gee, I guess I'm not the only one who gets emotional. Robby
being so sweet gives me this gigantic guilty conscience for messing around
with Sonny last night, especially because Sonny calls me boyfriend too,
which is just wrong. Sonny couldn't hold Robby's jockstrap as far as being
my boyfriend goes, and I know what I just said doesn't make any sense. It's
somehow representative of how I feel just the same. Nobody is my boyfriend
one-tenth the way Robby is.  I walk over to the truck where Lee gives a
hand down from the truck bed, and helps me hop up onto it. "The faster we
get finished today, Dylan, the quicker we're on vacation." I say, "You got
that right, Lee," and then I sit on my side of the truck bed next to
Seth. He slides over against me, smiling. After that unexpectedly emotional
two minutes with Robby I don't feel right messing around with Seth so I
don't respond to him sitting close to me. I wonder what brought that moment
on in Robby's mind? Young love is a heavy thing and hard to understand at
times. It's probably because we're young and inexperienced, basically, that
we get flooded with love at the craziest times. We fool ourselves into
thinking we know what we're doing all the time, but we're basically just
feeling our way along making dumb mistakes while overdoing some things and
under-doing others. I know under-doing isn't a word, but it should
be. Damn, I love Robby so much it's confusing.  Seth puts his face in front
of mine, asking, "Did I do something wrong, Dylan?" Oh man, it's not fair
to ignore Seth, but it would have worked out better if Robby had that
emotional two minutes with me yesterday when Seth was absent, and then I
could have spent my time overanalyzing Robby and me. I go, "Absolutely not,
Seth. I can't remember you ever doing anything wrong, dude." He grins,
"Whew, I'm glad you think that. I'll put you in the group with others who
feel the same way, and let's see, you bring the grand total to... one." I
say, "I can't believe that, Seth," then remember he's estranged from his
family, who are usually the people who think their kids can do no
wrong. Damn, again I feel bad for Seth. I push his hat off, saying, "I
gotta feel your hair again. Never ran my fingers through a better head of
hair than yours." It is soft and full. He says, "Well, my barber knows how
to cut it perfectly to show off the best features, he's a bit of a
haircutting genius." There he goes again with the outlandish compliments. I
look surprised, saying incredulously, "A bitof a genius? Only a bit? What's
that all about?" He says, "I meant a total genius," and I go, "That's
better," as I keep running my fingers through his flattop haircut. "Do you
like the flattop look?" He's like, "To be honest I didn't think I would,
and I wasn't crazy about it at first. I just agreed to get a flattop to
brown-nose with you. Now though, I've come to really like it and I can't
imagine going back to long hair. This hair style looks good and requires
almost no care. You rock, Dylan!" I go, "I know, I know, and so do you,
Seth."

He stares at me making me feel a little uncomfortable, then he leans his
face in and rubs my nose with his, muttering, "I've got it bad for you,
Dylan, just so you know." He smells good and before I know it we're
kissing, with Seth's arms going around my neck. Like last time, he gets a
knee on either side of me, facing me, and sits on my thighs as he melds
into my body giving me wet kisses and moaning, "Mmmmm," in his throat. My
dick gets hard because it has a mind of its own, and our make out gets
intense. Then Seth pulls his lips away, putting the side of his head next
to mine, and murmurs in my ear, "I almost spurted another cum load in my
pants a second ago. It was uncomfortable all day the last time I did that,
but you're so sexily delicious it's worth it. I love you." I quietly say,
"Please, Seth, don't say that. It makes me feel bad that I can't
reciprocate your loving comments. If I wasn't in love with Robby, you'd be
an awesome person to be in love with. Honest." He says, "I'm sorry I keep
telling you I love you, but I do, and it slips out sometimes even though I
know you don't like me saying it. It gives me a crazy thrill saying it to
you and I can't help myself. It takes all my self-control not to jump your
bones every time I see you." I mutter, "Don't do this to yourself, Seth."
He says, "It's your fault. If you weren't so nice and cute and sexy I'd be
fine, but you're perfect, Dylan." The truck bumps over something, and then
stops. I say, "We're here, Seth." He says, "Damn," and grins, then says, "I
was only kidding about everything I said," and I go, "So was I. I lied
about everything." He pats my hat, saying, "You're awesome," and we stand
up as Lee lets down the tailgate, and says, "Let's get 'em boys." The ramp
goes down and we start our workday. Ya gotta love Fridays!

The morning work goes smoothly at both the huge properties that we
service. Riding to the second job after a coffee break, Seth and I did a
little grab ass, but we didn't get into any kind of a serious make
out. It's fun to grab ass with Seth although sometimes it gets too
heavy. Then, after we finish the second job, Robby drives his crew to the
picnic area where all the supervisors and our crew will be treated to a
barbecue lunch. No beer, but just about everything else you'd find at a
barbecue is present. The whole thing is catered by a hired service. They
have a big professional-size charcoal grill going strong, with two cooks
working it. There's a table set-up with cole slaw, a big bowl of salad,
pickles, potato salad, lettuce, tomatoes, and other things. The grill
offers barbecue pork ribs, or pulled pork barbecue sandwiches, hamburgers,
cheeseburgers, and big fat hot dogs. There's a cooler filled with different
kinds of soft drinks and a table with a pile of big brownies for dessert,
and vanilla ice cream on dry ice. Robby looks over and grins at me, but he
needs to eat with the other supervisors. Mr. Dickers and all the office
personnel are also milling around or eating at one of the picnic tables, so
it's not just for our crew. It's quite a crowd, but our crew are the only
people I care about. Seth and me get a brownie and pile on ice cream,
laughing at ourselves for eating dessert first, but there's a line at the
grill, so we make good use of the time. After we eat dessert the food line
is shorter and we both pile food on our plates and rejoin Jerry, Lee and
Chubby at a picnic table, who's telling a joke his girlfriend's brother,
Gino, told him.It's the one where the hooded burglar is shooting anyone who
saw his face when his hood was pulled off, and the old guy says, 'My wife
got a pretty good look at your face'. Something like that. As often happens
when one guy tells a joke it reminds others of jokes, so Lee says, "I got
one for ya: A sixty-five year old lady has a heart attack and at the
hospital she has a near-death experience where she sees God. She asks if
her time is up and God tells her she has another twenty-seven years and ten
days of life left. Upon recovery from the heart attack the woman decides to
spruce-up her appearance since she'll be living another twenty-seven
years. She has a face-lift, liposuction, breast implants, and a tummy
tuck. When she's recovered from all that, she walks out of the hospital
feeling great and gets run over by a bus, killing her instantly. Arriving
in front of God she's pissed-off because there was a lot of pain and
discomfort having all those procedures done to make her look good. She
wants to know what happened to the extra twenty-seven years she was
supposed to have left, and demands to know why God didn't intervene by
pulling her to safety before the bus hit her. God frowns, scratches his
head and then tells her, 'Hell, to tell you the truth, I didn't recognize
you'." Not exactly a knee slapper, but worth a grin and a groan.

Jerry wants to get in on the joke telling. He says, "Speaking of senior
citizens... an elderly husband asks his wife if she remembers the first
time he fucked her fifty years ago. It was behind the Village Tavern
against the fence in the back of the parking lot. They agree to relive that
experience. A guy overhears them and being a bit of a pervert, he grins
thinking he'll follow them to watch them trying to get laid, figuring it
should be good for a laugh since they're so old. He wanders behind them as
they go behind the tavern to the parking lot where the wood fence has been
replaced with a chain-link one, but the guy drops his drawers anyway and
the wife pulls up her blouse and leans against the fence. The peeping tom
expects a pathetic effort, but is shocked to see these two old timers
really go at it hot and heavy. It's a furious fuck with loud screeching and
moaning that goes on for ten minutes before the two collapse to the
ground. Peeping Tom has never seen anything so wildly sexy. He feels he has
to compliment them and thinks he's learned something about life, too. When
the elderly couple are put back together and stagger out front, Peeping Tom
tells them he was in his car back there and couldn't help but notice them
fucking. He says it was fantastic and that these two must have had a great
sex life together. The old lady says, 'It's not that. Fifty years ago the
fence wasn't an electric fence'." That gets some laughs, followed by more
jokes, each one more raunchy than the one before it, so there's some
raucous laughing going on at our picnic table. Robby eventually strolls
over and mutters, "A little less exuberant, boys, you're scaring the office
staff." He winks at us and drifts away, but `message delivered'.

A few minutes later Chubby and Lee do some of their foul-language version
of an advice column, making up ridiculous questions for either Lee or
Chubby to give an equally f-bomb-filled answer to. Lee says, "Jeffrey, I've
got an embarrassing situation on my hands. My mom walked in my bedroom
while I was jerking-off. She did an about face and walked right back out,
and hasn't said a fucking thing about it since, but the embarrassment is
killing me. What can I do to stop cringing every time I see her?" Chubby
goes, "Well, if it makes you feel any fucking better my girlfriend's father
caught me with my ass hanging out taking a piss in their rose bushes. His
yelling scared me, and I swung around and fucking hosed the man down, and
he's my boss, too... well he was my boss. In your case though, everyone
strums their banjo once in awhile, so what's the big deal? I'd say: Tell
your mom to knock a little fucking louder next time." We try to keep the
laughing under control, but once you get going everything seems funnier
than it is. Chubby says, "Let me ask you something Billy Lee. I like
running in the street... treadmills make me feel like a rat on a wheel. The
trouble is when I come home I smell like fucking smog, or exhaust fumes, or
something. Do you think pollution in the city is harming me?" Lee says, "As
a kid I used to go on urban runs too. It was usually right after I
shoplifted some fucking TVs.  I'd usually be smelling like pot with a
fucking color TV under each arm when I got home.  That's because I had to
get high to shoplift. Seriously though... reconsider the treadmill. At
least you won't get run over by a fucking bus on a treadmill." They do
others, and our raucous table is getting some quizzical glances from the
bosses, but that's about it. No more negative fallout from any of them,
except maybe we won't be invited to the next barbecue. We all eat way too
much and are sluggish all afternoon. Seth falls asleep in the back of the
truck on our way back to the garage at the end of the day. Still it was a
fun-packed Friday.

We get our paychecks and everyone wishes each other a great vacation. Then
Robby whispers to me, "I'll be over around six, Dylan." I smile, "I can't
wait, boyfriend," and we give each other a little wave, staring at one
another as I head for the locker room and Robby heads off to do whatever
supervisors do at the end of the day. It takes just a few minutes to change
into our regular clothes as Chubby collects his and my work outfits to
wash. Seth squeezes my neck, saying, "I lied when I said I lied, Dylan. I
meant everything I said this morning." I go, "Me too, Seth," and we do a
guy's hug and then he walks out without looking back. I will definitely
miss him. Chubby asks, "Ready to go, bro?" I say, "Yep, lets roll, Chubby."
On the way home, with Chubby driving, I read out loud our list of things we
need to bring to Wildwood and we think of other things we should bring, so
I add them to the list. Then I ask Chubby, "Who are you having your goodbye
date with tonight?" He says, "MJ, she apologized for being a pain in the
ass earlier this week so I forgave her. How about you?" I say, "Robby of
course, he's my true love boyfriend." Chubby goes, "Aaaaah, true
love. Actually I'm jealous that you've been in love with one person or
another for three years straight now, and I'm still searching." I go,
"There's always you and me," and he's like, "Yeah, there's nothing better
than that, Dylan, but I need a true love girlfriend, although it may never
happen." I say, "Well, I'll be your fall-back plan if that dubious plan of
falling in love with a girl doesn't work out for ya." He chuckles, "Good to
know, bro." We plan to have dinner together tonight and then go into our
separate condos. Inside my condo I remember Robby wanted to eat out, I text
him and ask him to join us for dinner instead of going out. He texts right
back saying, 'Awesome, as long as we eat together, but six o'clock is the
earliest I can get there." I text that that's perfect. Getting my key for
the Jeep I go down the steps to where the Jeep's parked and drive, first to
the gas station to fill the tank with gas, and then to Stop & Shop for the
food we'll have tonight for dinner. Chubby texts me,'Dylan, put your barber
equipment on the list. I need a haircut, but we don't have time to do it
before we leave in the morning.' I do that gladly because I love giving my
brother haircuts. He never lets anyone but me do it. Smart boy.

Inside Stop & Shop I look for the cute bag boyI saw in here last time, but
he's not on this shift. Boy watching here is getting frustratingly
disappointing, but I've got Wildwood coming up and, like I told Chubby,
that's a primo place to boy watch. Maybe I'll even hook-up with some hottie
for a toss in the sand... ha ha. Tonight's a special night so I stop
thinking about boys and pick out some farm fresh corn on the cob, choosing
only after peeling back the husks until I find ones with small pearl-like
kernels. Then I pick out three baking potatoes of approximately the same
size. I'll mash them when they're cooked, and then re-bake them because
twice-baked baked potatoes are delicious. What will be our protein? Hmmm,
the steaks are expensive, but it's a special last-night for Robby and me so
I splurge on a big fat T-bone steak for eighteen dollars that I'll slice
the meat from and we'll all share it. T-bone steaks have both the
tenderloin cut and what is termed by some as New York strip steak cut. I
chose one with a big tenderloin portion because that's the tenderest meat,
while the New York strip part is the most flavorful. The T-bone is over two
pounds so it'll do very nicely. Then I choose a big, ripe, locally farm
grown tomato and a pickling cucumber. That'll be a simple salad. Done! No
cute guys on the register or bagging so I check myself out and head for
home. The first thing I do when I get there is set the oven to 350 degrees
and since time is short I give the potatoes a head-start in the
microwave. They'll finish baking in the oven and then I'll scoop out the
flesh and mix it with butter, heavy cream, salt, and pepper. Then put that
mixture back in the shells and put them in the covered grill to get a
little light browning on the peaks of the mashed potatoes as the steak
grills. Chubby joins me all showered and cute looking. He shucks the corn
as I take a shower. When I get back to the kitchen Chubby's drinking a
green bottle of Rolling Rock beer. He says, "I borrowed a six pack from my
mom's beer stash to celebrate our vacation week." I go, "Awesome!" and get
a bottle from the refrigerator. We go out to the balcony and share a
cigarette with our beer.  We're chuckling about our fairly out of control
lunch today, then Chubby wants to know if Robby said anything to me
afterwards about how raucous we were . I tell him, "No, not a word, we're
good, no problems. We were just a crew getting along and enjoying
themselves. Those older guys were young once themselves. It was mostly the
administrative gals that might have been offended by our off-color
language." Chubby smiles, and repeats, "Gals? What are you, a cowboy now?
Nobody says 'gals'." I shrug, "Yeah, not a word I can ever remember using
before. Huh! Well, yippee ki-yay, motherfucker." Chubby laughs, and I say,
"That was a damn good flick. Old, but still good." Chubby's like, "Yeah,
'Die Hard' was the name of the movie, I think. It's so old Bruce Willis
didn't look old himself yet." I go, "Some of the old movies are still good,
like, 'A Few Good Men' and that Paul Newman movie, good last name on that
dude, too. The movie was, 'The Verdict', with a young Tom Cruise as
co-star." We talk about movies for awhile and then Robby texts that he's
coming up the steps and when I read that my dick moves around in my
shorts. I'm hot for my true-love boyfriend, especially tonight for some
reason. Probably because I won't see him for a week. I meet him at the door
and we don't say anything, just get right into a lover's sweet kiss and
then hug with Robby kissing the side of my face, then muttering, "I love
you so much, Dylan. When I don't think it's possible to love you more, I do
anyway. I find a higher love so it's apparently an everlasting love for you
that grows deeper with each passing day." I snuggle in, mumbling, "Me too,
Robby." He hugs me stupidly tight, saying, "I worry that something's wrong
with me. You're in my head every waking hour and then I dream about you at
night." I go, "You poor boy, a fate worse than death, that's what always
having me on your mind must be like." He grins, "No, it's quite lovely,
actually," and I go, "Lovely? When did you start using words like lovely?"
Robby says, "I'm gay, so I'm allowed to," and I'm like, "Oh yeah, I think
you're lovely, too. No, that doesn't sound right. Do you want a beer?" He
lets go of me, saying, Yep, I smell your beer breath so I need one not to
smell it on you." I say, "Good plan," as I'm congratulating myself for
extracting us from potentially a mawkish or mushy, or God forbid, bathetic
situation! It's not that I don't like it when Robby gets sentimental and
loving, it's just that Chubby's waiting for us on the balcony and it'd be
awkward if Robby and I got into a wild make-out like I wish we could. We
will later when it's just us two, and I'm seriously looking forward to
that.

Robby and me and his beer join Chubby and his beer on the balcony. Now
where the hell's my beer? Ah yes, I left in on foyer table when greeting
Robby. I go in to get it as Robby and Chubby bump fist saying 'hello'. When
we're reunited on the balcony with our beers, Robby gives a toast, "To an
awesome job the first half of the summer," we click bottles and drink some
bitter beer. I enjoy the effect alcohol has on me when drinking in
moderation, but I'm just not a fan of the taste. Chubby and I, and Robby as
far as I know, don't smoke pot or do any drugs except alcohol occasionally,
and why that is I'm not sure. There were opportunities in our freshman year
to smoke pot and even do some lines of cocaine, but we abstained. Maybe
we're just not that cool, or maybe we're cooler than the users. I really
don't know the answer, although that time I tried pot and cocaine with the
older photographer guy in the House of Blues it knocked me on my ass and I
ended having sex with the guy. My bad, and I suppose that's reason enough
not to try it again. We finish our beers while smoking a couple of
cigarettes, then Chubby lights the gas grill and Robby and I go inside. I
work with the baked potatoes that are done now, while explaining to Robby
what I'm doing with them. He watches my every move. Chubby comes in and
slices the tomatoes and cucumbers as I put a pot of water on to boil the
corn on the cob. When the potatoes are mashed and then the butter, cream,
salt and pepper are added, everything gets beat with an electric
beater. The creamy potatoes are put back in the baked potato shells and
then placed on a baking sheet. They go on the grill next to the T-bone
steak that will sit directly on the grill. Chubby says, "Killer T-bone,
Dylan!" and Robby says, "I'd like mine very well-done if you don't mind."
Chubby and I look at Robby like he's from outer space. He grins, "Or
medium-rare is good, too." I muss his hair and he puts his arm across my
shoulders as Chubby goes, "Aaaaah, that's sweet." Robby isn't one to joke
around a lot so when he does, like asking for well-done steak, which is a
huge no-no, he catches us off guard. I know he doesn't like well-done beef,
but for a few seconds there he had us going a little.

The steaks get turned over and every minute or so after that Chubby tests
it by poking it with his finger and decides it's done when there's a little
give to the meat, but not a lot. It comes off the grill a little charred on
the outside, especially the fat, but it'll be a perfect pale rosy color
inside. The potatoes get another pad of butter, but are too hot to eat
now. The corn went in the boiling water a couple of minutes ago and while
the steak rests, we eat the corn on the cob with butter and salt and it's
delicious. So is everything else and after dinner we each have our second
beer, smoking an after-dinner cigarette on the balcony. We're all feeling
great. As we drink our beers we talk about some of Robby's early hires who
either quit or were fired, but mostly we recall the things that made us
laugh on the job during the first half of the summer. It's relaxing and fun
being together. A little later we clean up the kitchen and then Chubby says
goodnight and heads out for his date. Robby and I go into my bathroom to
brush our teeth using my toothbrush. Robby rinses out my cooties before
using it. Corn on the cob can create a bit of a mess between the
teeth. After gargling with mint flavored mouthwash our mouths are fresh and
our stomachs full. We both need to pee because beer goes right through you,
and then we happily walk hand-in-hand outside and down to Robby's
pickup. When we're at the pickup, he asks, "Hey, couldn't we hang-out at
your place tonight?" I say, "Sure we can, but let's drive around until
Chubby leaves." Robby grins, "Um, don't you think Chubby knows we have sex
together?" I chuckle, "He knows alright, but I feel funny just sort of
flaunting it in his face." Robby's like, "Okay, I'll drive around, but I
think you're being silly. Chubby is the last person in the world who would
mind you flaunting anything in his face. He thinks you're the greatest
person on the planet." I grin, "Well, don't you?" He nods his head
muttering, "Yeah, I guess I do at that. I can't think of anyone better, not
even my little brother who I love to death." We talk about Dodger as we
ride aimlessly around on a beautiful summer's night.

Robby gets emotional about Dodger being away from home. I tell him quietly,
"Yes, we all miss him, but he wanted to do this and every correspondence
anyone's received from Dodger is a positive one. He seems to like it even
though he makes fun of a lot of silly things they're made to do." Robby
nods his head, but is still upset, so I add, "You've been emotionally
sentimental all day, Robby. First with me earlier at work, and then at my
door before dinner, and now talking about your brother. Any special
reason?" He says, "Gee, now that you mention it, yeah I have been feeling
sentimental all day. I don't know why. Maybe because you'll be gone for
over a week and, oh, I don't know... never mind." I ask, "What were you
going to say?" He shrugs, "I don't know, it's like I love being a
supervisor, but at the same time I wish I could go to Wildwood with
you. You invited me, but this damn job takes most of my time. I'm jealous
of you guys, I guess. It's like I want my cake and eat it too; I want the
perks of being a supervisor, but I want to just be one of the fun-loving
crew guys, too. It's nutty, I know." I ask, "You make more money as a
supervisor, so concentrate on the positives." He goes, "I haven't been
making much more than you guys, and for all the extra hours I work it's
like I get paid less by the hour than any of you." I mutter, "That sucks,"
and Robby says, "Well, full disclosure... that changed two weeks ago. My
dad doubled my weekly pay so I can't complain about that anymore. I don't
know, Dylan, like I said, all I can think about is you. And that's most of
the time, too. I want us to be an exclusive couple. One minute I think I'm
strong enough, and confident enough that you love me, that I can share you
and the next minute I'm so jealous I can't see straight." Oh no, not this
again. Just when I'm getting my alley-catting up and running again. Patting
his shoulder, I quietly say, "That's a lock, Robby. We're going to be a
monogamous couple when the time is right. There's a right time for
everything, and not waiting for the right time can be disastrous. Rushing
into something new isn't usually a good idea. I want it to be just you and
me for fifty years or longer, but we're nineteen years old. How many kids
get married at nineteen? Ya know?" Robby looks at me for a second, then his
eyes are on the road again, as he mutters, "I never thought of it like that
before. Yeah, not too many people get married at nineteen and those that do
aren't usually still married by twenty-five." I go, "Or by twenty-one. They
got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout, and then a year later
the fire just goes out." He chuckles, "You're priceless, Dylan. Pepper
sprout, my ass."

His mood changes as he says the words, "Pepper sprout," again. Ha ha. It's
awesome to see him grin, then look at me saying, "I'm gonna fuck you hotter
than a pepper sprout. Can we go back to your condo now?" I enthusiastically
say, "Absolutely, boyfriend!" and Robby shakes his head a little, saying,
"Damn, you're right. Who the hell gets married when they're nineteen? That
puts things in perspective for me. I can always count on you to do that,
Dylan. You have more common sense than me, I guess." Ha! That's a good one,
but I lucked into the perfect comment with my `marriage at nineteen'
analysis being basically the same as a monogamous relationship. Don't know
where that came from, especially because I'll be twenty next Wednesday, but
who gets married at twenty? Same logic whether it's nineteen or
twenty. Chubby will be twenty next week too. Man, it's a fucking bummer
leaving the teen years behind. I think I'll mope around on Wednesday and
get some sympathy from mom and Chubby. Hee hee, no I'm not going to do
that, it's not too cool acting like a spoiled brat in your twenties. I'll
come up with something new... maybe. Robby says, "I'm feeling better
already. I see the good common sense involved in a commitment too early in
life." I say, "Oh, we're committed! We're just not making it official yet,
but we're definitely committed to each other, that's been etched in stone."
Robby goes, "Etched? That's a funny word." I go, "Yeah, and etching is done
in metal, not stone, but you know what I mean." He nods his head, "Yep,
it's you and me forever. I feel good now." Robby parks below my condo and
we go up the steps with Robby's arm around my waist. We'd never have done
this even a month ago. It's fun being openly gay, but I don't think Robby
would walk with his arm around my waist if people were around. Still, it's
progress. We kiss in front of select people now, and we'd never think of
doing that just a few weeks ago.

Inside my condo, as I'm closing the door, Robby wraps me in his arms,
murmuring, "I love you, Dylan," and we kiss our sweet lovers' kiss, then
Robby's tongue is inside my mouth and a warm wonderfully-loving feeling
comes over me. My nose is pressed to his cheek and Robby's familiar sexy
scent fills my head. Oh, it feels so right being with Robby like this. It's
always new and exciting making love with him.  We aren't frantic with our
kissing and hugging. We're doing everything deliberately, savoring each
moment in time together, almost like we're one. My arms are around his neck
and his hands are on my ass pulling my groin into his. Our heads move
slightly trying to get further into each other's mouth and my teeth scrape
Robby's as our tongues rub together. And our lips kiss with it all feeling
lusciously and sexily about the deeply and truly felt true love we have for
one another. It's a perfect combination, a love that encompasses our
bodies, heart, and soul. I love everything about Robby, his voice, his
face, his body, his scent, his feel, and especially I love the way he loves
me. Tears of emotion fill my eyes as I revel in his love, and my love for
him. It's so special when we're like this, when we can feel each other's
love almost like there's form to it, like touching a rainbow. Robby feels a
tear from my eyes on his cheek and he slides the side of his face next to
mine, whispering in my ear, "Why are you crying, Dylan?" That's a good
question. Maybe because of all the cheating I do on Robby, or maybe because
I don't feel I'm good enough for him, or maybe because I might never be
able to be faithful and it scares me, or maybe because Robby's right when
he says I don't love him as much as he loves me. Maybe I'm crying because I
love him so much, and that's what I tell him, I murmur, "You're not the
only one of us who's sentimentally emotional, Robby. I love you so deeply
I'm crying with happiness at my good fortune. The good fortune of having
your love, a love I don't deserve." He kisses my cheek, muttering, "Don't
feel that way, baby, it's me who doesn't deserve someone as perfect as
you." I'm okay now, so I tell him, "Thank you, boyfriend, but we both know
I need to be better before I'm good enough for you." I was serious, but
Robby laughs, pulling his head back to look at me. He's grinning, "My
con-artist lover just cleverly solidified his case that we're not ready to
be monogamous lovers by saying he's not good enough yet. You are, but we
still need more time, I agree." I go, "I resent that con-artist reference;
I was serious." He chuckles, "I know you were and that's what's
funny. You're a sincere con-artist who doesn't know he is." I frown,
asking, "Are you going to be calling me names for the next fifty years?" He
grins, "Probably," as he takes my hand, adding, "Let's see what happens if
we get naked and crawl into your bed together." I say, "Okay," and he leads
me down the hall squeezing my hand. Oh boy!

We grin at each other as we undress, then when we'renaked we embrace and
there are few things as wonderful as hugging bare skin against bare
skin. His body's a wonderful mix of muscles and smooth blemish-free skin
with an incredible natural scent that I've loved all the way back to the
time we were giving each other massages in the locker room before
work. Before our first kiss, before our worlds collided in an excellently
sexy way. Love was just around the corner and our young love was, and still
is intense and wonderful. We kiss while our hands feel each other's bodies
and our groins hump gently together forming steel boners that stimulate one
another by rubbing together, and against our hairless bellies. How erotic,
how sensuous, to grind our naked bodies together. Our lips kiss sweetly
while our penises pulsate sexily. Robby pulls his tongue from my mouth and,
keeping his face on mine, he licks my lips and then licks across my cheek
to my ear, and puts his tongue in it. Why that's so sexy I don't know, but
it is. I moan with arousal as Robby licks down my cheek to my neck then,
going slowly down to his knees he licks to my nipples and on down to my
belly button and down further to my shaved groin and finally, on his knees,
to my balls. Robby licks my balls as my shoulders shudder and I'm in a
trance, confounded by our reversal of roles. He takes my boner in his
fingers and pulls it away from my belly to suck into his mouth and,
"Mmmmm," it's so warm and soft on his tongue and in between his sexy
lips. I rub through his hair and up the back of his head as tantalizing
sensations erupt on my cock. I feel it get tighter as the uncut foreskin
pulls back from the head. Robby's tongue and lips never stop moving and I
grunt from the stimulation and awesomeness of the sensations on my now
pulsating boner. It's become so hard it almost hurts and then Robby pulls
his head away from my cock and now it feels cool when it's back in the
cooler air of the room.

Robby kisses me and my shoulders shudder again. It's so quiet our kissing
lips can be heard making a subtle wet sound that seems to echo in my
ears. Robby lets his lips slide off mine, and we both take deep breaths as
he slowly turns me around with a hand on each of my shoulders. I feel the
wet, hard head of his boner against the lips of my anus almost immediately
and stifle a gasp. Robby's arms go around my belly, his hands clasping his
wrists down low, close to my boner. Holding my torso tightly against his
chest, his hips apply pressure on the head of his cock. It presses against
my asshole and the lips spread slowly, everything is slow, with me moaning,
"Oooo, mmmm". His cock pushes past my sphincter ring and I moan again as my
hands grip Robby's forearms and my head goes back on his shoulder. He
kisses the side of my face and slowly but steadily pushes his cock up my
ass and all I can do is moan in absolutely perfect sexual arousal, "Mmmmm,
mmm," sounding slightly pathetic, but my expanding rectum feels so
wonderful. Soon my cock's drooling precum that slides down the shaft,
"Oooooh," a long moan, "Mmmm, ummm, mmm, Robbieeee," follows. My head
shakes a little as again my shoulders shudder from the feel, smell, and
perfection of this sex with my true-love lover. Robby lets a quiet moan out
now as his groin nestles in tightly against my buttocks. I lick my lips
pushing my ass back against him and Robby does a long kiss on the side of
my face, then licks there as he begins withdrawing his boner. And the
sensitive spots up and down my rectum begin to vibrate like chimes that
seem to ring in my ears like Big Ben gonging out twelve o'clock. It's one
sensation in my ass after another. Soon the engorged head of his cock is
pulling the lips of my anus outward, and then his boner makes the trip back
up my rectum and I'm rolling my head back and forth on his
shoulder. Sometimes everything is in perfect order when the stars and
planets are aligned just right that allows sex with Robby to elevate to a
new level, and this is one of those times. My body is singing with sexual
arousal and pleasure while my heart overflows with love for my true lover,
now and forever.

Robby begins fucking me steadily, keeping me wrapped tightly in his
arms. Only his hips move, driving his fat cock up my ass smoothly and I'm
in an ocean of sexual pleasure with sensations buzzing all over me. All I
know is that the constant stimulation from the pressure of Robby's hard
boner is sensitizing every spot in my ass. I can't stay still, there's
simply too many sexually charged pleasure sensations making me squirm
against Robby body and push back against his thrusts... intense sexuality,
and Robby, are the only things I'm aware of. My ass wiggles as I go from
one foot to the other and moan from sexual pleasure so intense it
overwhelms the pleasure centers in my brain. My ridiculously hard cock
tightens further and pulls throbbingly away from my body to point straight
out. Robby's breathing noisily near my ear and there is sweat forming
between our bodies as his relentlessly steady hips trusts drives his hard
boner up my ass, then back, then up my ass, then back, then up my ass, then
back. It's hypnotizing and enthralling at the same time. There's nothing to
compare it to, it's the pinnacle of sexual pleasure for me.  It's a bit of
a miracle I haven't climaxed yet, a miracle I'm very grateful for because I
want to this to go on forever. And then there's a steady sexual buzzing
beginning all around my belly and groin and the urge to climax overtakes me
and gets me whining for release. My hips hump on their own as my climax
builds. I gasp and then my back arches, my eyes close tightly and I do a
loud squeal, my whole body shaking as cum roars from my balls and flies up
and out my tantalizingly sensitive cock. Robby holds on to me as I struggle
in his arms humping my hips forward with more spunk flying out my sizzling
cock head.  I grab my boner in my fist stroking it violently with spunk
drooling down my fingers. Robby yelps and hammers his boner inside me,
holding it there while making strange sounds in his throat as a sloppy
warmth fills my bowels, then more hard pressure against my ass with Robby's
groin plastered to me as he bends his back, lifting me off my feet shaking
me. Creamy, thick cum drools out of my ass around his cock to slowly run
down the inside of both my thighs. Robby swings me a little left, then
right with his cock going a little bit further up my ass when the pressure
of my weight against him flattens my buttocks slightly. Then a little shake
and a groan from Robby as he sets me back on the floor and fucks me some
more, now in his slippery cum with both of us going, "Mmm," with each
penetration. About a minute of that and Robby stops and rests his chin on
my shoulder breathing deeply. Sweat drips from his forehead and runs down
my chest. Then a kiss from Robby, another six thrusts of his cock up my ass
and he pulls it out leaving my ass wide open with more cum drooling out.

He holds me, swaying us side to side in a sort of odd way to dance. His
softening cock, wet against my butt crack, his chin still on my shoulder
and the side of my face against his. It's a beautiful thing and I feel so
good all over. My back is tight against his chest, our sweat mixing
together and it's dreamy and wonderful. Then Robby takes a deep, deep
breath, his chest expanding against my back, and after a long exhale he
lets go of me and takes my hand. We walk over to my bed and silently get
under the covers where we hug each other tightly and snuggle together until
as much of our skin is touching as we can manage. We stay like this with me
inhaling his scent, our faces together, his clean breath in my face and
mine in his. I don't know how long we're like this, maybe a half-hour, and
the whole time without talking. Just little moves of our bodies to feel
each other better, our cocks together with his spreading his spunk onto
mine. My ass has stopped drooling as far as I can tell, and it's all good,
it's all perfect, actually. Finally Robby rubs my hair, mumbling, "Why so
quiet, Dylan?" and I laugh because for some reason that strikes me as funny
after all we've done together tonight, plus he was just as quiet as I
was. Robby chuckles too, although neither of us knows what the other's
laughing about. I mutter, "Hotter than a pepper sprout," and we get giddy,
just so happy to be naked in bed together. We say nonsensical things that
seem funny now, but will probably seem dumb later. We don't care as we
laugh and rub each other's body, our noses rubbing together, and then Robby
says, "Sprout," which seems like the funniest word in the world right
now. I don't know what's gotten into us, but it's fun being silly together,
especially after sharing sexual love so intensely earlier. Then we're quiet
again for awhile, before Robby says, "Let's get a soda or something, I'm
thirsty," and I realize I am too, but we hug and kiss instead of getting
out of bed. Then with the sides of our faces together again, I say, "No
need for both of us getting out of bed. I'm thinking of a number from zero
to ten. If you guess the number within three of the number I'm thinking of,
I'll get the sodas, but if not, you get them." Robby says, "Okay, I guess
five." I go, "Ah, so close, but I was thinking of zero." He laughs, saying,
"Oh, that seems fair," and gets up chuckling, with me claiming, "Really, it
was zero." He smirks at me, muttering, "Zero's not a number, my con-artist
lover," and pads naked up the hall to the kitchen, coming back a minute
later with a quart of ginger ale. "We'll share it," he says, handing me the
bottle and climbing back in bed. We both sit up with a pillow behind
us. "What number were you really thinking of?" he asks. I take a long
swallow of soda, then say, "To be totally honest, it was five, but you said
five and that's not within three numbers, it's the exact number." He takes
the bottle, grinning at me, "Oh, what could be fairer than that?" and lets
the ginger ale slide down his throat without swallowing. I could never do
that.

We pass the bottle back and forth talking about us, but without
specifically mentioning the sex we just had. Mostly we remember funny
experiences we've had and when the quart of ginger ale is finished off we
need to pee. In the bathroom we hold each others' dicks giggling like
ten-year olds as we pee into the toilet then back to bed to cuddle, which
turns into a hot make-out and then, in the dark now, Robby fucks me as I
lay on my back with my legs around him. We kiss as we fuck and it's a long
fuck ending in wonderful orgasms we have almost simultaneously. We take
that as a good sign for us without articulating the reason, probably
because there aren't any sensible ones. We just willit to be so. After a
giggling shower together crammed like sardines in my shower stall, we dry
each other and get dressed. I walk Robby down to the pickup with him
telling me, "I was being paranoid or something earlier today, Dylan. Overly
sentimental to cover up my lack of confidence about your love for me. I
feel stupid for doing that because when we're together I see I have nothing
to worry about. I believe you that we'll be together always, and that we're
too young now to get married, as you pointed out to me. Being sexually
exclusive to one another isn't much different than marriage I suppose. In
any case you alley-cat away to your heart's content, but lets keep the 'no
tell' rule in place and we'll both be discreet about it. I'm losing
interest in Travis Pickles, but if someone else catches my eye I won't have
a guilty conscience saying hello, so to speak. And maybe in the fall we'll
try the threesome with Ryan again." I go, "Really? I was hoping you'd try
it again, it was awesome." He says, "For awhile in the beginning I was an
asshole letting the threesome go to my head, and then it was almost perfect
for a while, and then I think my jealousy got the better of me again when I
saw Ryan turning from me to you.  Huh, why I didn't see that coming I have
no idea. What gay boy wouldn't want to taste my boyfriend, meaning who
wouldn't want you?" I go, "I could say the same about my boyfriend, meaning
who wouldn't want you?" He laughs and squeezes behind my neck
affectionately, then runs his hand up the back of my head, mumbling, "Yeah,
I can keep a side-sex buddy interested in me as long as I don't introduce
him to you." I go, "That's just so wrong!" He hugs me and we kiss next to
his pickup, Robby says, "Have a wonderful time on vacation, boyfriend, sow
your wild oats but think of me, too." I kiss him, "I'll be thinking of you
all the time, Robby." He grins at me, then mutters, "Sure you will, baby,"
and kisses me a quick kiss on the lips, then gets in his pickup and waves
before pulling away. That was sort of a bittersweet parting, which is a
shame after our loving evening together. Robby may not be sure of it, but I
guarantee that while I might do a little alley-catting around, I still have
not a single doubt in my mind who I love way more than any other, and we
will wind-up together as life-long lovers and maybe even get married. It's
gonna be Robby and me forever. Just not yet.


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


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