Date: Wed, 4 Jun 2014 11:24:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO  Chapter  71  by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


				Chapter  71



			     by  Donny Mumford

Awesome
time last night, and I say that even though Ray dumped me. That hurts a little,
but in the end it saved me the trouble of dumping him, and Sonny trying to cheer
me up afterwards made up a little for my hurt feelings. The moms, Chubby, and I
have just finished a successful Sunday morning brunch and now my brother and I
are on my balcony sharing a Marlboro light. Soon we'll get started on the rest
of our day. I ask Chubby, "Hey, bro, ya wanna play in our softball game later
this afternoon?" He goes, "Is Ray playing?" I nod my head that he is, so Chubby
mumbles, "No thanks then. Anyway I've got a shit load of stuff I need to catch
up on around here." I ask, "Like what?" and he goes, "Well, after taking the
cars for inspection I'm going to clean my room and bathroom, do a few wash loads
of dirty clothes, and I told my mom I'd help her clean the rest of the condo
too. Get a fresh start on everything. If I have time I'll wash and clean out the
Jeep as well." I go, "Jesus, that's a sucky day." He shrugs, "Vacation's over
and it's back to reality, ya know? Hey, we only have three weeks before fall
session at Merrimack and we still haven't rented an apartment up there. We need
to get our act together, bro." I mutter, "Yes, daddy," then ask, "If Ray wasn't
playing in the softball game, would you?" He shrugs, "Probably, but this is a
better use of my time. You know, it's like I want to get caught up on everything
for once in my life." I go, "Very commendable, if a bit boring." Then I ask,
"What have you got against Ray?" He says, "He doesn't compute in my head. I
don't want to hang out with guys that don't compute. He's, um, 'off' somehow.
Something's wrong with him and I don't care to think about him enough to figure
out what it is."

Hmmm,
I think about that a second, then pass the cigarette to Chubby, saying, "You're
right, of course, something's 'off' with Ray, but is it possible it just seems
that way to us because he's an individual thinker. He's original and not one to
go along with the crowd. I happen to think there's something admirable about
that, plus I see a lot of good points in him as well. He's not all 'kook',
they're are positives in his make-up too." Chubby makes a face, shrugging, like,
'Whatever," and I say, "By the way, he dumped me last night. I was going to stop
hooking-up with him, but he beat me to the punch and dumped me before I could
dump him... a mutual dump." Chubby can't believe it. "Whaaaat? He dumped you? I
suppose you're talking about having, um, some kind of sexual relation between
you two." I go, "Do I question your sex life?" and he goes, "Yeah, when you're
curious about it, you question it." I wave a hand at him, take back the
cigarette for a drag, and mutter, "That is just sooo wrong. I never ask about
anyone's sex life, and anyway it's more than that. Ray thought of me as his
boyfriend, and with Ray there's a lot of baggage that goes along with being his
boyfriend." Chubby says, "I love you like life itself, Dylan, but you can be so
naive at times. It's endearing actually. Still, you have blinders on about some
things." I mumble, "You're been hurting my feelings lately," and he steps over
to hug me and kiss my cheek, saying, "No I'm not. Hurting your
feelings, it's the last thing in the world I want to do. I didn't mean it
as an insult, Dylan." Hmmm, I wish I were younger so I could pout a little and
drag this moment out, but I am twenty, fer chrissakes, so I say, "Oh, okay, as
long as you put it that way, never mind." He smiles, then rubs my shoulder,
mumbling, "You're kind of an original yourself, bro, and I hope you never change
'cause you're perfect in my eyes." Well, that's a little better, so I do what I
do when Robby gives me a big compliment, I mutter, "Thanks, I feel the same way
about you." He smiles at me and I sense the inexpressible comfort of feeling
safe with Chubby, never having to weigh my thoughts or be especially careful
about what I say.

That's
not to say I burden him with everything. Like, for instance, there's no sense
mentioning to Chubby that Ray's coming over for a haircut in a little while.
He'd probably find something odd about me giving a free haircut to the person
who dumped me twelve hours ago, so I'll spare him that concern. Broaching a new
topic, I ask him, "Do you have a problem with Ryan joining us in the apartment
this year?" Chubby frowns, "At Merrimack, you're still thinking about that? I
mean, Ryan's a good kid and all, but you, Robby, and him in the same apartment?
What could possibly go wrong, ya know?" I ask, "So you're saying you don't
mind?" and he's like, "That scenario is a train wreck waiting to happen, but as
long as I don't need to referee the inevitable break-ups and broken hearts, it
might be something to witness alright. There wouldn't be a dull moment, that's
for sure." I say, "Train wreck, my ass. Anyway I'm not sure we're going to do
it. It depends mostly on what Robby thinks." Chubby goes, "Okay, but just for
the record, so we're clear on how I feel about it: Do it if you must, but I
strongly urge you not to. It's a terrible idea, but you know I'll support you
whatever happens," then under his breath, he mutters, "No matter how much of a
pain in my ass it might be." I go, "Right there! You tried hurting my feelings
again. If I'm a pain in your ass, I'm sorry, but I don't see how a fourth guy
sharing a little higher rent, bringing down the amount we each need to pay, can
be a bad idea." Chubby flicks the cigarette butt way the fuck out there, then
hugs my shoulders, quietly saying, "You have a habit of defending the least
important aspect of a an argument while adroitly sidestepping the real elephant
in the room." I go, "Adroitly?" and he chuckles, then adds, "Yes, the train
wreck is you three swapping sex partners with each other. It has to end up with
someone the loser. It's just how human nature works. Best intention often result
in disaster." To be a brat, I go, "Oh, I understand what you're saying, but like
I said, it would save us all money." He chuckles again, "You're purposely trying
to break my balls now, but I am sorry about saying it'd be a pain in my ass
taking care of you after the train wreck, nothing about you is trouble to me...
you're never a pain. Still, I beg you not to do this. You were hurt in the
spring when Robby pushed that dumb threesome love affair on you, and it kills me
seeing you hurt. It breaks my heart and makes me irrational. As much as I like
Robby I was ready to do him harm for hurting you. That's what I want to avoid.
You guys somehow worked it out last time, but it's not likely to work itself out
twice." I nod my head thinking it through; then, looking at Chubby, I go,
"You're right, Chubby. Thank you, we'll get a two bedroom apartment again this
year for you, me, and Robby." He smiles, "Just like that? You're actually taking
my advise for once?" I look offended, "When don't I take your advise?" He's
like, "Um, never," and I go, "Surely you jest. We're the two best friends and
closest brothers the world has ever seen, all for one and one for all as it's
always been. You know that." He says, "I'm quitting while I'm ahead. You're
awesome, Dylan," and he kisses me again. Good, he's getting the knack of
routinely kissing me. It took him long enough. Now if only I can elevate this to
the Robby/Dodger level of affection we'll have it down perfectly! I say,
"Chubby, you make me think of a poem I read some time ago... in high school, I
think. Anyway, it hit home with me thinking about you, so I remembered it. It's
this:


                There's a miracle of
friendship that dwells within my heart

                I'm not sure how it
happened or where it got it's start

                but the happiness it
brings me always is a special lift

                and I realize that your
friendship is God's most perfect gift.

Chubby
wipes his eyes, "Thank you, Dylan. I've always considered you my most perfect
gift too." We hug tightly and it's weird how these sentimental moments come over
us unexpectedly at times. Stepping back, Chubby says, "I don't know how to
follow that, but it'll remain in my heart." To avoid the awkwardness of getting
overly sentimental, I say, "Let's share another cigarette and you can think of
something special to say that will show me how awesome my friendship is to you.
Take your time, something will come to you." He grins at me as he takes a
cigarette from the box of twenty and lights one. We're halfway through our second shared
cigarette when the front door bell chimes. Oh shit, that's Ray. Don't want
Chubby to be bothered by Ray and so I cleverly avoid racking up a little white
lie by vaguely saying, "I'll get that. It's one of the guys who's come over for
a haircut. I'll let him in and be right back." Chubby nods his head and I jog
over and let Ray in, saying, "Hi Ray," and then we do a routine posse 'hello'
with me saying, "Go on downstairs, Ray, I'll be right down as soon as I finish,
um, something." He frowns at me as I steer him to the basement door, again
saying, "I'll be right with you." Ray shrugs and goes down the steps as I jog
back to the balcony, telling Chubby, "Well, um, I guess I better get started.
Thanks for the talk, bro. You're the best," and this time I hug him and kiss his
cheek." Chubby flicks the butt, and asks, "What are we doing for dinner
tonight?" I tell him about Robby taking me out to dinner and ask if he'd like to
join us. He goes, "Nah, you two are love birds, I wouldn't think of intruding.
The moms are meeting some girls from work for their monthly girls night out
dinner, so I'll probably grab a cheesesteak and chill tonight. I need a quiet
night after last week." Walking Chubby to the front door, I ask, "Ah, since
you're doing some wash anyway, would you mind including our work clothes? It's
my turn to wash them, but I'll wash them the next two times." He says, "Ya got
yourself a deal, where are they?" I get the bag of uniforms from my room and
hand it to Chubby, muttering, "Thanks, Chubby, you're awesome." When the front
door closes I go right downstairs.

Ray's
looking through one of the 'Rolling Stone' magazines I receive for free as part
of a three months introductory deal. They're hoping I'll like the magazine so
much I'll be willing to pay for future copies, although I have no intention of
doing that. Ray looks concerned, "How are you holding up, baby?" He's referring
to him dumping me. I shrug, and he adds, "Although I've never personally
experienced it from your side, I imagine getting dumped has to hurt, but there's
no way around it. It had to be done for both our best interests." Ray's looking
extra sexy today and I'm not sure exactly why that is. He's
better looking to me now then I used to think he was, and his sexy scraggily
couple of days growth of whiskers are surely part of his sexiness. I have the
urge to rub my hand on his face, but don't. I say, "I'm okay, Ray, but didn't
your girlfriend, the one before Maryann, dump you?" He says, "Certainly not! I
told her we're through and broke up with her. Direct and to the point." I shrug,
and say, "Yeah, but that was after she told you about the other guy she'd fallen
for and gone out with a number of times. She was trying to diplomatically tell
you she's moving on." Ray comes over and gets my faced between both his hands,
and quietly says, "Look, I know you're disappointed I broke-up with you, but
don't start making up revisionist history just because your heart is hurting.
What happened was that I told her I'm dumping her, end of story." I give
him a skeptical look, which he ignores because it doesn't help his case, and he
asks, "Has your other boyfriend tried helping you through this difficult time?"
I wonder which other boyfriend he's referring to? Probably Robby, so I say,
"We're going out to dinner tonight." Ray says, "Good! Get your mind off me for
awhile. Now, how 'bout getting started here, Dylan, I still need to pick up a
couple of the posse boys to take to the game after my haircut. Bean's
volunteered to give you a ride." I go, "Okay," and he adds, "Now that you're not
my boyfriend it wouldn't seem right if you come to the game with me." I shrug
again, like, 'No problem,' and he goes, "Good boy. Keep a stiff upper lip. Now
lets get moving with the shampoo." It's hard for me to ignore Ray's confident,
albeit twisted, manner and consequently my submissive fetish gets a twinge as I
grope myself walking behind Ray to the half bath. His shoulders look sexy and he
basically has a sexy body, although not slim like I normally prefer. There's
very little fat on Ray... it's like his body's bulky and slightly barrel
chested, rather than slim.

Inside the half bath he sits in the chair
and pulls off his shirt as I bite my lip inhaling that sexy BO scent, which
doesn't exactly smell like BO as much as it smells like something sexy. Now I'm
looking at his torso with the patch of chest hair between his pecs, and I bite
my lip groping myself quickly again. Turning on the water I wipe my chin with
the back of my hand and stare at his hairy legs as the water warms up. Damn my
cock. It moves in my pants as I'm running my fingers through Ray's dense hair,
then on it's own, my hand drops down to cup his chin and feel his whiskers. His
eyes travels to mine as he grins, mumbling, "Control, Dylan, it'll be alright in
time. You'll get over me, you'll see." Fuck! He's being so considerate. His
personal version of considerate, I mean, and he's doing it while basically
enhancing his own self image by assuming I've still got a 'thing' for him. I
sort of do, but it's not totally what he thinks, except what difference does it
make if the 'thing' he thinks it is a different 'thing' then the one I have for
him. And I don't even know what the fuck I just thought means. I mumble,
"I'm good, Ray, really," and begin soaking his hair using the little hose with
the spray attachment at the end. He closes his eyes and enjoys the shampoo as my
fingers massage the soapy lather through his hair, then massage his scalp. I
don't do it as thoroughly as I did for Devon and when I stop, Ray says, "Do some
more," in that confident bossy tone of his, making me sucks on my lips. I resume
the scalp massage going too long this time, but not wanting to stop too soon and
have Ray tell me to do more. When I finally stop Ray looks very relaxed and
contented. I rinse his hair and towel dry it, then finish drying it with the
hairdryer and brush. With his chair upright I hesitate and then can't resist
massaging his shoulders and the back of his neck with Ray loose and relaxed. I
run my fingertips through his clean hair from the front of his head to the back
and then lean down and put the side of my face against his, feeling the
scraggily whiskers against my cheek. Sometime during the last few months
whiskers have become sexy to me. Maybe it was Lee's whiskers that first
attracted my attention, and definitely Seth's after that. Ray lifts his hand to
place on the side of my face and holds it there, murmuring, "Okay, I'll give you
a quick fuck after my haircut, but don't expect me to do it very often. I've got
a new boyfriend to think about now." I don't say anything, and even though I'd
like Ray to give me a quick fuck with that big mushroom headed cock, I'm not
going to let him do it. I'm just not!

Okay, I'm not going to do it, but while
cutting his hair down to the length I cut Devon's, I can't stop myself from
putting my arm around his neck and giving him a big smooch on the side of his
forehead, with him muttering, "Okay, okay, Dylan, I know." I want to yell, 'You
don't know shit!' but I don't. It's his BO scent that's playing games with my
common sense, and as I finish his haircut I'm trying to figure out how I'm
feeling, and decide I'd really like a hot fuck from Ray this morning. It's not
Ray per se I'm attracted to, it's his way of fucking along with his sexy body
and scent. I'm not even sure I like him personally. Chubby's right, there's
something 'off' about Ray. I don't mean in a nefarious way because he doesn't
think or act mean or dangerous, and he's not. He's just 'off' somehow. Done the
haircut I briskly rub his head to dislodge little hair clipping and then pass
him the handheld mirror. As I brush the hairs off his shoulders and back he
examines his haircut, saying, "Perfect, Dylan! You're to duplicate this on all
the guys. It's so cool all the posse boys have the same haircut. Sonny too,
although he's feisty about getting this short haircut, complaining about it
every chance he gets. Just cut Sonny's hair like mine and I'll take full
responsibility for it." I rub the palm of my hand over his chest hairs to feel
them, pretending to brush hair clipping off him. He say, "That's enough, I'll
get the rest. You go in there and get naked. I'll give you a spanking and then
you'll go through the regular rimming and cock sucking, before you get your
reward, which is a good hard fucking that'll need to last you awhile, as I've
made clear to you by now. Get moving and do what you're told." I unplug the
clippers, muttering, "No," and he's like, "What? Whaddaya mean no?" I say, "No,
I'm not doing it. I'll see you at the ball field, glad you like you're haircut."
Ray is adept at changing tactics without missing a beat. "Oh, okay, we don't
need to go through my preferred sex routine since time is short. What part don't
you want to do?" Actually I want to do all of it, but I say, "I don't want to do
any of them with you, Ray. Anyway, what about your rule there's to be no side
sex where your boyfriend's concerned? Doesn't that apply to you too? You told me
it did, and your new boyfriend deserves the same." He gets up and comes over to
me, and with a hand on my shoulder, he soothingly says, "Don't pout, Dylan. You
know you want to, so come on, we'll go in the bathroom together." I say, "No!
I'm not having sex with you," and pause, then try duplicating the way Ray said
this same thing to me last night, I tell him, "But I hope we can still be
friends." We're staring into each other's eyes for a couple seconds, then he
says, "Last chance," and I say, "I'll see you at the softball field, Ray.
Thanks, but no thanks for the sex." He taps his lip with his finger, then says,
"Have it your way, but you'll need to ask me nicely a few times before I'll be
willing to do it with you in the future." I shrug, "I'm not anticipating doing
that, Ray. No offense, I've enjoyed a lot of it, but I'm over it now." Then I
hold out my hand, "Friends?" He shakes my hand, "Sure, Dylan... don't be late
for the game," and he gets his shirt, puts it on, and leaves. I clean up the
finished basement without thinking about anything.

Later I'm sitting on my front stoop
smoking a cigarette, when unexpectedly I say out loud, "You need to do more of
that, Dylan," and then angrily flick my cigarette butt about twenty feet in the
air and then look around to see if anyone witnessed that flip. No humans, just a
grasshopper who is perfectly still, looking up at me. Inside I text Bean, 'What
time, Bean?' and he texts back, 'Leaving for your place in twenty minutes'. That means I have a half hour to kill. Going on line I access the Royal
Crest apartments and discover they have no three bedroom apartments anyway.
Well, okay. The apartments are across the street from Merrimack College so
they're the only ones that make sense renting. I email the URL to Ryan along
with a fairly long email lamenting the unfortunate fact there are no three
bedroom apartments at Royal Crest . Coincidently he's on line too, and he emails
me back telling me he's disappointed, but it was probably a bad idea anyway. He
tells me he'll try hooking up with a better roommate this year in the dorm, and
he alludes that his sex life is picking up speed in Georgia. Then he assures me
his love for me hasn't lost a degree of heat. He asks how is Robby doing and
then writes two long paragraphs about how he thinks he made a mistake losing
interest in Robby, and then he lists the reasons why he feels that way. He
explains how he's realized he still has strong feelings for Robby and tells me
why that is, in some detail. There are two glaring flaws I can see with his
email: one, him saying he hasn't lost a degree of heat in his love for me. I
think he's subconsciously thinking about the heat of our sex, not love, because
heat and love aren't really compatible concepts, while sex and heat definitely
are. The second thing is he sent the email to the wrong person... it should have
gone to Robby. Well, I resolved the Ray matter, and the apartment matter, so now
I have a Ryan matter. What the fuck's going on in his head and what kind of
relationship is he into that's causing his 'sex
life to be picking up?'. I'll worry about that later because I just heard
a horn and it's probably Bean.

Putting on my posse baseball cap and
carrying my glove I scamper down the steps and do the posse greeting with Mark
and Bean. They are both curious how it went with Ray this morning. I ask,
"Whaddaya mean, how'd it go? I gave him a haircut like Devon's, and like you
boys will be getting too. That's about it." Bean asks, "Wasn't it awkward and
all, you know, 'cause he dumped your ass for another boyfriend?" I say, "Nah,
that doesn't bother me, I have other, or rather, I have another boyfriend. Ray
called me his boyfriend, but I never thought of him as my boyfriend." Mark asks,
"If not your boyfriend, what'd ya think he was?" I go, "Fuck buddy. I consider
him a fuck buddy for awhile, and in my gay world that makes him special. I
wouldn't consider just anyone as a fuck buddy. They need to be special in my
eyes." Mark says, "Sounds to me like you still got the hot's for him, but I
don't pretend to understand you gay guys." Bean's driving with Mark riding
shotgun, and of course the junior posse member is in the back seat. Bean looks
at me in the rearview mirror, "Well, Dylan, you're not Ray's boyfriend now, so
can you tell us how he, you know, did you up your poop chute?" I go, "Nah, it's
private stuff, sorry." Bean's persistent, 'What's it feel like having Ray's big
dick up your rear end? It must hurt." I mutter, "I'd be happy to show you what
it feels like, Bean," and he's like, "Get the hell outta here, no way!" I
chuckle, asking, "What's it feel like having your dick up Tiny's pee chute?" He
blushes, and Mark says, "Bean's a virgin, Dylan," and Bean says, "No I'm not,"
and then changes the subject as Mark turn his head to me, and while pointing at
Bean, Mark's mouthing 'virgin'. Bean wants to know, "Is this game being played
for a case of beer?" Mark says, "Nope, it's being played to win. Maybe Ray will
take us out for pizza if we win, haha." Bean goes, "Yeah, like little league."
They talk about the little league team they were all on ten or eleven years ago
and it hits me how far back these guys go with each other.

Bean drives us to the middle school
baseball diamond that the kids from their neighborhood go to, and we get
out joining the other posse boys to bump fist and do quick hugs with each other.
Devon's looking shy when I walk up to him for our greeting so I'm guessing the
magnitude of his bold move asking me to join him in gay sex has really sunk in.
He mutters, "Hi, Dylan," and we hug without the cheek rub or crouch bump, then
he goes, "Um, I'm kinda chickening out of what we talked about yesterday. Is
that okay?" I pat his shoulder, "Absolutely, Devon. That conversation never
happened, dude." He nods his head, but doesn't say anything. He's gonna get his
second wind in a few days and he'll be back proposing it again. I think he's
caught the curiosity bug, but we'll see. I'm not going to influence him one way
or the other, but I hope he goes through with it because I've sorta have a crush
on him as I told him  yesterday. I won't remind him though, he's a big boy
and needs to work it through for himself. The game starts and it's a romp from
the first inning when we score nine runs. Hits were dropping in all over the
place. Manny says, "Hit the ball where they aren't, that's the fucking idea,
ain't it." Well, that sums it up. By the fourth inning Ray's in his glory having
hit three home runs already. Both sides stop keeping score after the third
inning, but we continue playing because everyone here likes playing baseball,
even if it's softball. Ray's been extremely cool towards me all day, but nobody
else is. My one-time nemesis, Mark, couldn't be friendlier and he's full of
compliments for my fielding plays, a couple which were actually kinda special.
Robby's not playing today so Ray's back at shortstop and even though I'm right
there next to him at second base he has nothing to say to me. Fuck him. Between
the fifth and sixth innings Beans sitting next to me and he messes around
putting grass on top of my hat so when I turn my head a shower of grass drops
all around me. I give him a look, and he chuckles, then says, "Let me ask you
something, just between you and me, Dylan. Um, it's kinda weird, but, um, if I
let you, would you blow me? I've never had oral sex." I go, "Well, I like you,
Bean, so if you really needed me to, if it meant a lot to you, yeah, I would."
He nods his head, blushing behind his tan, then swallows noisily and
coughs.

These guys have their private barber now,
and it looks like they want their private gay sex counselor too. Two for the
price of one. Hard to imagine what other positions I might have within the posse
if I was ever a full member. Perhaps cooking teacher and dance instructor. I
could teach them the dance steps Willie taught me and we could be the most
popular posse in Framingham. Hah. The truth is we're probably the only posse in
Framingham as I believe that term is passé. Not for Ray though. When I'm getting
a bottle of water from the cooler Sonny comes over and pats my ass. I ask,
"Where ya been all day, hot shot?" He says, "I'm purposely not hanging around
you because Ray gave me a lecture before you got here telling me I'm not to
pester you, but I think he means something else. He saw us together last night
at Sunnydales and maybe he figures we're a little too chummy." I go, "Don't get
paranoid on me, Sonny. Last night you thought your brother was suspicious about
us and now it's Ray." He says, "Yeah, maybe, but it's pretty coincidental, don't
ya think. I mean, him giving me the lecture this morning." I shrug, "Don't worry
about it, Sonny. We're cool." He asks, "What'd Ray say when he was getting his
haircut this morning, before he saw me?" I say, "We agreed to be friends, that's
the bottom line." He looks over at Ray, who's talking with Dawg, then goes, "I'm
playing third base, Dylan, and I've been watching you two... he doesn't seem
friendly to you at all. He hasn't said a word to you the whole game."
 Patting Sonny's shoulder, I say, "To be honest with you, Sonny, the less
Ray says, the better I like it." Then it's our turn in the field.

We all lose interest in playing after the
seventh inning and split up after doing all the posse goodbye shit again. Ray
gives me a cursory one arm hug and pat on the back, then says, "Good game,
Dylan," and that was it from him. Perfect! During the ride home Bean keeps
glancing at me in the rearview mirror. I pretend not to notice. Guess he's
daydreaming about finally getting his dick sucked. Haha, he's a good kid though.
Maybe I can eventually convert the entire posse into bi or gay guys. At my condo
Bean and Mark don't get out of the car, we bump fist telling each other how we
kicked some ass on the baseball diamond today. Then, going up the steps I have
this funny feeling come over me, one of anticipation about seeing Robby after
eight days apart. We've been apart as long as eight days once or twice before
and our reunions were special. That's what I need tonight, a special reunion
with my true love Robby. The other guys, the occasional buddy sex partner I run
into accidentally, are sexy and fun, but Robby's the real deal and I feel good
knowing he thinks the same thing about me. We're in true love and what Robby's
heart gives away to me will never be lost or forgotten by mine. Hmmm, that's a
nice thought, hope I remember it so I can tell Robby.

I'm
conscientiously showering and shampooing to be as clean as possible for Robby.
With each passing second my heart fills and fills with love for him. We've been
in love so long I sometimes take that for granted. Take for granted how
wonderful it is to be loved and to love him in return. Our love is eternal and
while aspects of it may change, the essence of it doesn't. I chose my dark blue
shorts and a white Polo shirt to wear to dinner. Classic look, ya know, plus my
tan contrasts nicely with the white shirt. I'm also wearing my expensive
sandals, cross necklace, and sports watch, ironically compliments of Willie, for
my reunion date with Robby. My own hoop earrings go on and that's about it.
Nothing I can really do with my hair, but I brush it anyway as I look at my
reflection in the mirror. Looking good if I do say so myself. Nothing like a
summer tan to also show off my two tone blond hair and blue eyes. Damn, I'm
looking hot tonight, haha. In the living room I look out the window, looking for
Robby's pickup. Jesus, I'm a little nervous and I've got a little bit of a
guilty conscience going for me too, mostly because of the occasional random
buddy sex I bumbled into during the past eight days. It's not like I'm cheating
or anything because Robby and I agree about the sowing our wild oats thing, but
still it'd be nice if I didn't have anything to, um, feel funny about. I wonder
what Robby's been up to in that regard? His buddy sex probably cancels out mine
so we're more or less even I would think. Or close enough to even anyway. That
stuffs not important in the first place, it's Robby's and my love that's the
only important thing. The other aspects of our lives, like I said, doesn't
effect the essence of our love, so we're good. Yeah, except this nagging guilty
conscience won't leave me the fuck alone.

Feeling
restless, I go outside to the balcony just as Robby's pulling his pickup over to
the curb below, so I go right back inside. I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
Peeking out the window again I see Robby skipping up the steps... I stare in
fascination at him. What a beautiful boy he is. Oh my God, I'm so lucky he's my
boyfriend. He tans nicely too, although both of us needed to take it slow in the
beginning because of our light complexions that easily could get sunburned. His
hair's exactly the same shades of blond as mine, which is a huge coincidence,
but maybe we'd make a cuter couple if one of us had light brown hair. I'd
volunteer for the light brown hair if I could. Robby's body is so perfect. We're
basically the same size, but his body's more athletic than mine, although I have
the better biceps compliments of some freak of nature since I've done nothing to
develop them personally. He's wearing tan shorts with a pink button-up-the-front
dress shirt. Both sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and damn he looks hot.
Wait a minute, he's got something in his hand. Oh shit, he's got a gift for me.
Why the hell didn't I think of that? I run into my bedroom and look around
frantically, for what I don't know, finally spotting a box of James' original salt water taffy that I haven
opened yet, and a box of fudge from the same shop. Awesome! Mementos from
Wildwood for the boy of my dreams. I carry the two boxes to the living room and
look through our miscellaneous drawer in the kitchen and find a ribbon that I
use to tie the two boxes together just as Robby's ringing the bell. One last
look in the mirror, and a swipe of my hand back through my hair, I answer the
door holding the boxes of candy at my side. There's Robby in the flesh and
seeing him gives me goose bumps on my arms. We stare at each other, both of us
overtaken by our underlying shyness that we try so hard to conceal. Robby licks
his lips, then says, "Hi." I swallow and then we're in each others arms hugging
with my present against his back, and the sides of our faces press together. The
feel of his body against mine, with his familiar scent filling my head, brings
tears to my eyes. Our heads move and we find each others lips for a sweet
lover's kiss. Then Robby backs away looking past me, so I look behind me and see
my mom, who's apparently dressed up and ready to go out. She's staring at us
with her lips parted. Robby takes my hand and we stand side by side on the stoop
looking at my mom, who's wiping a tear from her eye. Blushing, Robby says,
"We're in love, Misses Newman," as if to protect me somehow, like we got caught
doing something wrong.

My mom smiles, and says, "I know you are,
Robby, and my heart's filled with joy for both of you. Love is a beautiful thing
full of wonder and happiness. You two make the cutest couple I think I've ever
seen. Come in," as she steps back. We walk through the door still holding hands
and my mom says, "I'm sorry for intruding on you. I just walked in from my
bedroom, not knowing if Dylan answered the doorbell, and there you were, um...
Well, I'm sorry if I've embarrassed you." I'm still overwhelmed with the surge
of emotion I felt from seeing Robby, so I'm just standing here. Robby, still
blushing, says, "You didn't intrude or embarrass us, did she, Dylan?" I go, "Um,
no, mom, we're, ah, that is, we haven't seen each other for over a week, and
like Robby says, we're in love so, um, you know." She says, "Of course, dear.
I'll just finish with my makeup. I'm meeting Tris in a few minutes and she and I
are joining some of our waitress friends for our monthly girls' night out
dinner." I go, "Oh, un huh." She smiles and hurries into her bedroom. She looked
ready to go out to my eyes, but the moms are fastidious about their makeup. Mom
told me the objective is to make it look like they're not wearing makeup and
apparently this requires a lot of time. Women's makeup is a mysterious process I
know nothing about and I'd kinda like to keep it that way.

Robby squeezes my hand, grinning at me,
"That was just a tiny bit awkward, but your mom is nice." I grin back saying,
"Yes she is, and so are you. I love you Robby," and he goes, "Damn, I wanted to
say that to you first, I love you more," and we kiss again with Robby's hand
behind my head and this time our tongues explore each others mouth while out
cocks busy themselves responding to the sexual stimulation. Breaking the kiss,
Robby says, "You taste so good, Dylan. I've missed you enough to bring tears to
my eyes a few times a day. How was your vacation?" I say, "It was okay, I
brought you something from Wildwood," and he smiles, "Thank you, I love
presents," as he pulls the ribbon off, then the plastic wrapping on the box of
fudge comes off and he takes a piece of fudge from the box, and holds it out for
me. I bite it and then Robby bites it. We both go, "Yum!" and savor the
sweetness of the candy while, at the same time, I'm savoring the sweetness of my
true love boyfriend. Done the first bite, he holds the other half of the piece
to me again and I take a bite and Robby plops the remaining piece in his mouth.
It's so sweet my teeth hurt, but oh so delicious. Robby says, "I love it," and
then he opens the salt water taffy choosing a piece that's pink through the
semi-clear wrapper. He takes off the wrapper and holds it for me to bite off
half and then he puts the rest in his mouth. Very chewy taffy, then we both say,
"Strawberry," at the same time and laugh, then kiss again with our tongues
enjoying the remnants of sweet candy from each others mouth. Robby says, "Let's
see if we can eat the whole box of both," then he holds up the box he brought
with him, saying, "For you, Dylan, with love from me." I should have said
something like that when I gave him the candy. Damn!

Opening the box I'm surprised to find a
ring inside. I say 'surprised' because it's not in a typical square little ring
box. I look at the ring, then at Robby, who says, "It's a friendship ring. A
man's black rimmed titanium band with brushed silver. Your initials are engraved
on it and inside is 'Love always, Robby'." Then he holds up his
right hand and he's wearing a ring exactly like my gift with his initials
engraved on the outside. He asks, "What do you suppose is engraved on the
inside?" I go, 'Love always, Robby?' and he grins, mumbling,
"You're close," and we embrace and kiss with me holding the ring in my fist.
After a sweet sexy kiss, I say, "I love my ring, Robby, and I love it twice as
much because you have one too," and then I try it on the ring finger of my right
hand, like Robby's. "It's a perfect fit," I say, as mom comes into the living
room again. We show her the rings and she goes on and on about them saying
they're perfect and what a wonderful gift, and then she gets a little choked up
hugging Robby's and my necks, saying, "You two are perfect also. I'm so happy
for you." She kisses us both on the cheek and then lets go of us telling us she
needs to run along because she's late again. Robby and I say goodbye as mom
blows us kisses going out the front door. I can almost hear her telling Tris
about Robby's and my greeting and gift giving. Having supportive parents is a
blessing for any child, but especially the gay ones.

Robby says, "Um, our dinner reservation is
for eight o'clock. I made the reservation at Ken's Steak house because you like
that restaurant. It's a fifteen minute ride from here, so we have forty-five
minutes before we need to leave. We could use that time with you telling me all
about Wildwood, all the things I missed because I needed to work, or we could do
something else." I say, "It's a close call, but I vote that we do something
else." Robby asks, "Does the something else you have in mind have anything to do
with your bedroom, by any chance?" I go, "Yes it does, we could play computer
games on my computer." He grins, then says, "Or not. How 'bout we get naked and
get in your bed?" I'm like, "Oh, okay," and Robby takes my hand and we walk down
the short hall to my bedroom. When there I close the door because mom usually
forgets something so she could pop back in the condo at the speed of light at
any time. Robby and I get undressed silently, facing each other, exchanging
smiles. It's a thrill to be with Robby again and why I ever stray is a mystery I
have no answer for when I'm with him. It's like we're the only two gay twenty
year old guys in the world... that's the way it is when we're together making
love to each other. Our naked bodies come together and it's an indescribably
wonderfully feeling having his skin against mine. We hug and kiss with our lips
and tongues, sucking and licking and kissing until our combined saliva is
drooling down both our chins. We make out like this for awhile with squeaking
sounds of arousal coming from out throats. Sounds close to whines as our
emotions overwhelm us and the deep sensual feelings when mixed with a love like
no other has my eyes watering again. We lick each others faces moaning and
squirming our bodies against one another with our hard cocks rubbing together
and precum running down both bone-hard shafts.

The sexual heat that's risen invades my
head and clouds my mind as Robby turns me around, his hard cock immediately
pokes my asshole. It's feelings of desperation for each of us I think, as I push
my ass against his cock's head and Robby humps his hips pushing the head of his
cock past my sphincter to disappear inside me. Knowing it's Robby's cock has a
powerful influence on the incredible sexually motivated sensations I'm feeling.
Having part of Robby inside my body has me moaning with sexual pleasure, "Ooooh,
mmmm, oooh." I'm almost unable to absorb all the fantastic feelings that explode
over my senses. Robby's arms come around my waist, his hands on my belly with
the fingers spread, and he pulls be backwards onto his iron pole, wet at the
head. Another long moan with my body shuddering and my cock aching in that
wonderful way only a sexually sensitized cock can experience. His boner slowly
goes up my ass until his belly and chest are tightly against my back and the
side of his face is next to mine. I twist my neck so we can kiss on the side of
our mouths as I feel the heat from Robby cute, beautiful face. His hips pull
back and the fat head of his cock tantalizes the sides of my rectum, then moves
over my prostate getting my shoulders to do a jerking shudder as I moan, "Mmmmm,
aaah, mmm, mmm," and he pushes it back up my ass with the same result, totally
perfect sexual stimulation with me inhaling his sexy scent. Robby begin steady
thrusting with a quiet, "Umm," from him with each thrust as the "Slap, slap'
slap," sounds of steady ass-fucking fills the room... my constant moans of deep
sexual pleasure seem to bounce back in my ears. With my eyes closed and my world
filled with sexual pleasure I revel in this loving sexual experience. If someone
asked, 'Where are you?' I couldn't tell the person, but I could tell them who's
with me, my perfect true love lover is here tonight.

Moans of sexual rapture accompany the
"Slap, slap, slap," sounds of two lover's bodies colliding blissfully against
one another. Much too quickly my throbbing boner pulls away from my belly as it
amazingly tightens-up further until it's pointing straight out with rumors of
orgasm soon turning into a run away train of reality. My orgasm builds with
alarming speed and the instant Robby groans and slams into me clinging to my
body humping against my ass I feel his sharp drill of cum hit my bowels as my
back arches and I squeal out much too loudly pouring cum from my cock straight
out until it burns coming through my quivering pee slit. My body shakes with
Robby clutching me and pumping more cum up my ass. Spurting cum from my nuts
keeps my cock vibrating with sexual sensations that sends thrilling messages out
all around my groin and up my belly and down the insides of my thighs. Robby
slows down his thrusting, his face on my shoulder with him moaning quietly. His
shoulders shudder against mine causing mine to shudder on their own and then the
fabulous sensations of orgasm connecting from around my body and
forming areas of pleasure in my rectum and my cock where they fade and fade
until it's over. First sex often happens way too fast, especially sex with a
lover you've been missing, but the crescendo of sexual pleasure at climax is
something one never forgets and always longs for again. This was sex made of a
desperate need for each other, but a slower lovers sex will come later when
we'll savor ecstasy longer and deeper. As usual I feel weak after a frantic
climax like that one, but wonderfully invigorated as well, and I imagine feeling
a tingling all over my body that's perhaps my memory banks treating me to a
phantom glimpse of what was recently real.

Robby sighs, then takes a few deep
breaths, and says, "Too fast, it always passes too fast when heat and passion
soars like mine does when I'm with you, but it was just as marvelous as it
always is with you, Dylan. Sex between you and me is magical, always magical and
marvelous.  Often it's something so beautiful and indescribable I could
cry. I missed you so much, Dylan. Please, never leave me again." He pulls his
cock from my ass slowly with us both going, "Mmmmm, mmm, aaah," and then it's
out with my anus lips puckering. I turn right around and we're in each others
arms again kissing each others face, then our lips join for another deep lover's
kiss. Kissing him is the most elegant silence I know of. Then I mumble, "Lets
lay down, I feel almost faint. That was so fucking special, Robby. You and me
forever," and he takes my hand, muttering, "At least for that long," as we
 walk to the bed. Under the covers we snuggle and kiss and hug. After
awhile we just lay silently in each others arms and it feels like home to me.
Robby's arms and naked body next to mine is home. I break the silence with a
quiet, "I'm sorry, Robby, sorry for my alley-catting around on you. You deserve
much better." He goes, "Shhhh, it's okay, through our time together I've
discovered what real love for you means, Dylan. I've learned to see an imperfect
person perfectly and that's how I know I'm in deep true love with you. I'm not
perfect either although I'll take a guess and say maybe I'm slightly closer to
perfect than you, while not being close at all. It's like true love is an
endless act of forgiveness." I nod my head rubbing my cheek against his as I
marvel how beautiful and wonderful young love is, and it's both of our first
loves as well further strengthening an already powerful bond. We believe we'll
be together forever, really believe it, but the magic of first love is the
ignorance that it will never end. Life isn't magic however, so the reality of
the real possibility that we won't be in love with each other forever scares me
and I don't let my mind consider it.

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


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