Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2014 19:40:08 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO  Chapter  72

DYLAN'S  SUMMER VACATION TWO


Chapter  72



by  Donny Mumford


Laying naked in bed with Robby is divine, and at the moment only he  exists
in my mind. Surprisingly, Robby's sweet loving ways tonight caused me to
apologize for my alley-catting, and to that he simply said I shouldn't
torture  myself with guilt because he's able to see imperfect me as perfection.
His idea  of true love is one of endless forgiveness. I need to remember that
when  jealousy invades my brain where he's concerned. Robby's probably a
better person  than me, but he's not perfect either. We've both admitted we
have a need for  occasional sexual relief with others, so both our natures are
imperfect, but our  love for one another is not. It's perfect because we can
agree we're not perfect  and be okay with it. If our love wasn't deeply
felt we couldn't accept that  fact, and while others maybe don't understand
that about us, we don't care. What  matters when it comes to us, is us. At the
moment, Robby's gently rubbing the  palm of his hand over my body as I lay
on my back, with him up on his side  supported by his elbow, looking down at
me. He murmurs, "Your skin feels like  velvet, and under the velvet is the
hard body of a young man with the muscular  definition I love to feel and
see. Your body is a miracle exceeded only by the  beauty of your cute boyish
face and your irresistible personality. You're very  easy to love, Dylan, and
I love you unconditionally with every cell in my body,  mind, and soul."
Robby's blue eyes shine in the darken room as his words  mesmerize me and fill
me with wonder. A wonder at why I deserve him and his  love, and a wonder at
the awesome power of young love. Once you've experienced  the emotion of
true love for someone, a full loving of their whole being with a  sexual
attraction that's overwhelmingly strong, nothing else will do for you.  Once
you've reached this apex of human emotion it's powerfully addictive, an
addiction that can cause dangerous behavior in you if you think someone is  trying
to take it from you. I murmur, "Everything you said is true from me to  you,
and more... you've described the way and reasons for me loving you back
like I do. I couldn't have said it as well as you, but I sincerely feel that
same way about you." He smiles, then quietly says, "Thank you, I love that
you  love me, but I think it would be rare indeed for a person to love
another as  much as I love you. I even love the fact that I love you." I go, "Oh,
um, me  too." I'm not sure exactly what that means, but ya know... it
sounded  good.


Robby smiles his gorgeous smile and picks up my wrist to checks the
luminous dial of my wristwatch, then mutters, "Time to get moving or we'll be
late for our dinner reservation." We get out of bed and start getting dressed
with me grinning at Robby as I put on his underwear. He shrugs, grinning
back at  me, and then he puts mine on, saying, "Ya know, I wish you'd stop
cutting your  own hair, Dylan, I like to do that." I go, "Oh, I'm sorry, it's
just that I, um,  like it this way," which isn't actually a lie because I do
like it okay, but  mostly because of the trance I get from the way Sonny cuts
it. That thought  sends a spike of guilt through my brain and I try
remembering that it's okay not  to be perfect, which doesn't seem to lessen the
guilty feeling I have at this  moment. Robby rubs my hair, saying, "No problem,
I can cut it like this for you,  and I'm afraid I must insist." A buzzing
in my balls gets my attention because  of Robby's authoritative tone just
then. I lick my lips, hmmm, something new  perhaps. When dressed Robby takes my
hand, saying, "I'm used to holding hands  with you now, and you're right
about it being sexy. I don't know, but me holding  your hand instead of the
other way around seems the right way to do it." I ask,  "Why's that?" and he
says, "Because I'm finally feeling like maybe I am sort of  the alpha male in
our relationship. You've been encouraging me to be like that  forever and
I'm getting comfortable with it. It's helped that I'm the boss of  our crew
at work because I can feel my confidence building day by day. So yeah,  I'm
growing into the role, one that I was only imitating with you and Ryan last
spring. It's fun actually and since you don't want any part of being in
charge,  it's up to me." I go, "Yep, you're in charge," and then, as we're
walking down  the steps to his pickup, hand in hand, I tell him about Ryan's
email, the one  with Ryan saying he realizes he still has feelings for Robby.


Robby's thinking about that as we get into his pickup. He looks at me,  and
asks, "Could I read his email?" I nod my head, and bring it up on my
iPhone,  then pass it to Robby. The pickup idles in it's parking space with air
conditioning bringing down the heat level that's built-up from sitting here
the  last hour and a half in the hot weather. Finished reading the email, he
says,  "Ryan says his love for you hasn't lost a degree of heat. That's a
weird way of  expressing himself." I shrug, "Yeah, you don't rate love in
degrees of heat. Sex  yes, but not love." Robby hands me my cell phone, "Well,
Dylan, you told me  awhile ago you two were hot for each other, and that you
loved each other in  some way, so he got love and hot sex mixed-up." Robby
drives away from the curb,  as I'm thinking maybe I got it mixed up too. Then
I ask, "What'd you think of  the things he said about you in his email?"
Robby's like, "I don't know really,  mostly I wanted to see if it was
different from the email he sent me." I ask,  "Were they basically the same?" and
Robby mumbles, "He went into a little more  detail in mine. He told me about
the apartment problem too, although he didn't  seem too upset about it, and
that reminds me..." he was going to tell me  something else, except I go,
"Um, what extra detail did he mention in your  email?" I'm obviously curious
about that. Robby glances at me, then back at the  road, "He said he loves me
and asked for another chance. That's the gist of it,  and when we're all
back at Merrimack he's nagging for me to reactivate what you  call the twin
boyfriends." I ask, "What'd you tell him?" and Robby goes, "I  didn't tell him
anything yet. I wanted to talk to you first. I don't know, he  seems to
think if he's not in the threesome he may get left behind by us." I go,  "Huh."


Ryan was quite confident at one point that he could steal me from Robby,
which was never going to happen of course, but he believed he could. He also
claimed he loved me like he's never loved anyone else and now that we've
been  apart for a couple of months it seems he's reverted to loving Robby, so
that's  weirdly inconsistent and makes me wonder if Ryan knows what love is.
Robby asks,  "What do you think? Shall we give the threesome another go?" I
answer his  question with a question, "How are you feeling about Ryan?" and
he goes, "About  the same. No, that's not right, guess I kinda miss him
actually. As I'm sure  you're aware of, he's a freakin' genius at making-out
and oral sex." Yeah, and  Robby might be missing Ryan's sucking-up to him too.
Robby goes, "You and I were  going to decide at the end of the summer if we
wanted to commit to each other  exclusively, but I don't see either of us
being ready for that yet, so why not  the threesome. It was fun, wasn't it?"
Sidestepping that too, I go, "Chubby  thinks it would be like a train wreck
waiting to happen." Robby raises his  eyebrows, "Yeah, I see where he's
coming from, but it's our decision in the end,  your's and mine." I'm smelling
the back of my wrist like that kid, Dougie  Hamilton, was doing in Stop &
Shop. And, hey, Dougie's right, I do smell  good. Robby asks, "You're not up
for being one of my twin boyfriends again, is  that it?" I say, "I don't know,
I'll go along with whatever you decide, Robby."  He chuckles, "Yeah, and
that way if it does become a train wreck we'll know  who's fault it is,
right?" I smirk, "There's great responsibility that comes  with being in charge,
ya know. I'm just a worker bee-peon, I know nothing." He  laughs, "You're
cute, that's what you are," and he reaches over and squeezes the  back of my
neck, saying, "Let's see what happens when school starts. We'll see  how we
feel about it then. That's what I'll email Ryan." That works for me. No  need
to make a decision now, not when later is available.


Inside Ken's Steakhouse our table is naturally not ready. We're told  it'll
be a few minutes, so Robby and I exchange knowing glances because, come
on, a few minutes my ass. We're at the bar trying to get virgin whiskey sours
when a tall kid comes up behind Robby and uses his hands to cover Robby's
eyes,  pulling Robby against him. I grab the guy's arm, "What the fuck do you
think  you're doing?" The kid looks startled as Robby wiggles out of the
guy's grasp,  turns around ready to throw a punch, then a smile breaks out on
his face, as he  says, "Andrew, how the hell are you?" They hug with Andrew
rubbing Robby's head,  muttering, "Rob, I've missed you, buddy." Andrew's
about six inches taller than  Robby and me, with an athletic build. His arms
drop down and both his hands  squeeze Robby's butt cheeks, pulling Robby's
crotch against his. What the fuck?!  Andrew, with his lips on Robby's ear,
murmurs, "I'm missing these too." Robby  blushes under his tan, emphatically
saying, "No, Andrew, don't... what's wrong  with you?" Then he gestures at me,
saying, "This is my boyfriend, Dylan Newman.  Dylan, meet the best pitcher
that the town of Framingham's ever produced, Andrew  Ventura. We were, um,
best friends in my sophomore year at Framingham high  before his parents
moved him to Jersey." We shake hands, as I'm wondering about  the choice of the
word 'pitcher'. Hope he's referring to a baseball  pitcher.


Robby asks, "What brings you back to Framingham?" Andrew smiles a cute
smile, and says, "Well, Rob, to see you of course." Robby goes, "No, really,"
and Andrew goes, "I've got a try out with the Paw Sox, and the scout who
recruited me lives near here. I'm staying with him for a couple of days during
 my try out. The guy saw me pitch at college last spring and took my
number. He  finally called me and so I'm with him and his wife tonight," as he
points at one  of the tables in the bar section, although I don't know which
one. He continues,  "I couldn't believe my eyes seeing the hottest shortstop
I've ever known at the  bar." Robby grins, saying, "You got that right," and
Andrew goes, "Ha ha, it's  true enough, Rob. Hey, give me your phone number
and I'll make damn sure we.."  he glance at me, then adds, "Um, get
together, you know, for old times sake." He  says that as if he's implying something
else. Robby has a funny look in his eyes  as he excitedly says,
"Absolutely." They pull out their cell phones with Robby  giving me a quick glance,
blushing again. After recording each other's phone  numbers, Andrew gives Robby
a shoulder hug bringing Robby's head over to his and  I think he kissed
Robby's head. He lets go, saying, "Damn, I'm glad I ran into  you, but even if
I hasn't run into you tonight I'd have found you. You can bet  your ass on
that. You're better looking they ever, dude. You grew up good, Rob."  Robby
goes, "Huh, well, thanks, um, you too," and Andrew pats Robby cheek,  saying,
"I gotta get back to the table and suck-up to the scout some more. God,
can I believe it, Rob Dickers. Dude, it's great to see you again! I'll call
you," then to me, "Nice meeting you, Danny," and he's off. I watch him sit
down  with a man and a woman near the back of the room. From the look of them,
either  the man or the woman could be the scout. They're both squat and
weathered  looking. Glancing back at Robby I see a guilty expression on his
face, as we  hear, "Dicker's party of two," from the reception desk.


We walk over and a lady with a fake smile leads us to a table and leaves
menus, saying, "Enjoy your meal. Kyle will be your server tonight." Another
fake  smile and she's off. Robby's studying the menu intently as I stare at
him  remembering what he told me earlier about being imperfect and how true
love  means endless forgiveness. And what the hell, the summer before
sophomore year  was almost four years ago. I didn't even know Robby then. He looks
up, bites his  lip, then says, "Um, Andrew and I were secret boyfriends that
whole year. We met  when we both were going out for the junior varsity
baseball team during the  summer tryouts. That was before our sophomore year,
and we just gravitated to  each other as gays tend to do." I nod, mumbling,
"Yeah, I've occasionally  noticed that. When you and he get together now, will
you...?" Robby says, "Yes,  we probably will, but it's not anything more
than buddy sex and never has been.  We became, like I said, best friends who
had buddy sex together. That's the  extent of it." I nod, as he nervously
give me too much information, by adding,  "Andrew's an exclusive 'top' and, um,
like I said, we were never in love. I've  been honest with you so please
don't be upset, Dylan, it's you I love and you  that I will love forever. I'm
incapable of not loving you even if I wanted to,  which is the furthest
thing from my mind." I should let him ramble on, but I nod  my head chewing on
the inside of my cheek, feeling jealousy. Then, looking Robby  in the eyes, I
say, "I understand and I appreciate your honesty, but lets  continue our
practice of keeping side sex to ourselves, okay? I don't want to  hear about
it. Hearing the details just pisses me off." He reaches across the  table and
takes my hand, "Please don't pout, Dylan, it's unfair of you to resent  me
experiencing what you experience routinely." I rack-up little white lie
number 6071 by emphatically saying, "I resent that because I don't routinely
have side sex," and he says, "I'm glad to hear that, and I certainly don't
either." I wonder what number that little white lie of Robby's was?


It's funny, but not in a ha-ha way, how easily the perfect date can
turnout to be not so perfect because of happenstance. Andrew and the coach could
have chosen any one of fifty restaurants in Framingham instead of this one.
And  I gotta wonder how old Robby was when he became sexually active? Maybe
our side  sex actually is closer to being even then I thought. I may have
talked myself  into believing it was equal earlier, but I didn't really
believe it. As I stare  at the menu without reading it, I hear, "Good evening,
guys, welcome to Ken's  Steak house. I'm Kyle and I'll be your server tonight.
What can I get you to  drink?" Looking up I see our waiter, who has a cute
face and a small grin on his  lips. When our eyes meet he seems to be
devouring me with his steady stare,  which is making be self conscious. I find
myself nervously smelling the back of  my wrist again, then pull my arm away
irritated that I seem to have picked up  that habit from Dougie Hamilton, who I
met for a mere five fucking minutes! I  can't look away from Kyle's stare
though. Robby watches me watching Kyle.  Clearing my throat and dragging my
eyes away from our waiter to the menu, I do a  fake cough, then mutter, "Um,
I'll have a whiskey sour, please." Kyle says, "May  I see some
identification?" I stupidly fumble out my wallet and hand him my  driver's license, which
will prove conclusively I'm not twenty-one. Kyle studies  it with a bemused
expression on his face, then hands it back to me, saying,  "Jesus, you're
older then I thought you were, Dylan Newman. One whiskey sour  coming up. And
for you?" as he looks at Robby, who has a shocked expression on  his face
now. He mutters, "Ah, the same for me, Kyle," and Kyle holds his hand  out,
which Robby stares at it, "What?" he asks. Kyle says, "I need to look at
something so the head waiter can see I'm checking IDs, if you don't have your
license with you show me anything, she won't know the difference." The 'she'
 being the head waiter I assume. Robby gives Kyle his license and Kyle
studies  it, then nods his head handing the license back to Robby, saying,
"Thank you.  You're drinks will be here in a minute or two," and he walks away.


"That's a new one, huh, Dylan?" and I go, "Yeah, I didn't expect that."
Robby asks, "What were you thinking giving him proof that you're not
twenty-one?" I shrug, muttering, "I don't  know, it was a brain fart that worked for
once. Nothing ventured, nothing  gained, ya know." Kyle sort of broke the
ice that had built up a little between  Robby and me because of Andrew. My
reaction to him is unfair anyway, especially  when Robby's just told me earlier
tonight that he willingly overlooks my  imperfections because he loves me.
I need to do the same for him, that's only  fair. Robby says, "Oh, I meant
to tell you earlier, Dylan. My dad has paid for  all the supervisors to
attend a seminar in Boston this weekend coming up. The  seminar is about how to
manage the human resources or assets of our company, or  any company
actually. The assets are the employees naturally, and while it  doesn't relate to
our division of part time employee as much as the full time  ones, dad's
interested in my long term management development. We'll be staying  over night
in Boston for the two day seminar." Wow, this couldn't work out  better for
me considering I intend going to New York that weekend. I go, "Jeez,  that
job of yours eats up a lot of your free time. Well, I wasn't going to do
this, but since you won't be around anyway I might as well do the bowling
tournament Cory asked me to do this coming weekend." Robby asks me about that
and I tell him the same little white lie I told Chubby. I'm not sure if the
same  lie told to multiple people adds to my little white lie total. I mean,
it's the  same lie not a new one, so why should that count?


The drinks come, and as Kyle carefully sets them down  in front of us, he
says to me, "You don't remember me, do you, Dylan?" I'm a  little startled, I
go, "Not really," surprised I'd forget someone as hot as him.  He says,
"You and your brother were at a party I was at. Your brother, ah, was  at odds
with his girlfriend that night." Well, I remember the party. Chubby and  I
were getting slightly bombed on vodka and cranberry juice as I recall, but I
don't remember Kyle. He asks, "Do you remember Jesse?" Yeah, as a matter of
fact  I do. Chubby knew him from school and that's how we ended at Jesse's
neighborhood party. Jesse, with his short pale red hair was hot, cute, and
horny. I got introduced to Jesse and a little later he told me he's a
closeted  bisexual, and one thing led to another ending with sex in the library.
I go,  "Yeah, I remember Jesse," and Kyle says, "He's my best friend." I nod
my head,  pretty sure he's alluding to Jesse confiding in him about our
sex. Then I  vaguely remember Jesse introducing me to Kyle as his best friend.
I go, "Oh  yeah, you were with that hot chick." He goes, "Sorta of, yeah,"
as he takes out  his little waiter's pad, asking, "Have you guys decided what
you'll have this  evening?" Robby says, "Give us a couple more minutes,
Kyle. This whiskey sour is  awesome, by the way." Kyle says, "Enjoy. Give me a
wave when your ready to  order," then to me, "Nice to see you again," with
meaningful eye contact.  Meaning exactly what, I'm not sure unless he too is
bisexual and he's coming on  to me. He walks away grinning as I'm thinking,
'What  a hot looking couple Kyle and Jesse would be'. Robby asks, "What
party  was that?" I tell him about Chubby and I going out to dinner, it was here
at  Ken's as a matter of fact, and Chubby knew this kid Jesse so we ended
at the  party after dinner." Jeez, remembering that makes me realize I have a
lot of  nerve begrudging Robby some buddy sex with Andrew from three or
four years ago.  Yeah, but what's up with Kyle?


Finished our whiskey sours, Robby catches Kyle's eye and he comes over.
Robby grins at him, saying, "Would it be too much if we press our luck and
order  another drink?" Kyle says, "Not at all," and I then introduce Robby to
Kyle, who  nods at him saying, "Nice to meet you, Rob. I thought that was
you. You played  shortstop for Framingham's baseball team, right?" Robby says,
"Yeah, I did," and  Kyle's like, "Yeah, and you were damn good too," and
then we order our food:  We'll split a shrimp cocktail for an appetizer, and
then for our entree we both  order Ken's famous New York strip streak, mashed
potatoes, and a salad with  Ken's Italian dressing. When Kyle leaves, I get
up, "I'm going to the rest room,  Robby, be right back." After a much needed
pee, I wash my hands thinking about  Jesse and me in his library. He fucked
me, but not for long because he was so  horny he climaxed rather quickly. I
was supposed to call him this summer, but I  never did. Outside the
restroom I see Kyle carrying a little tray with our  drinks, he says, "Wait up a
second, Dylan," so I stop and wait for him. He goes,  "Here," and he uses his
free hand to put something in my pocket, then says,  "That's my cell phone
number. Call me and, you know, either we can go out as a  couple or we can
see if Jesse's up for a three-way." Holy shit, what presumptive  balls this
guy's got! I nod towards our table where Robby's sitting with his  back to us,
and say, "Robby's my boyfriend, Kyle." Kyle's surprised, "Rob  Dickers is
gay? You're shitting me." Robby had quite a reputation locally  because he
excelled at baseball and was in the school paper often, and even in  the
Globe's sport page once in awhile. I say, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure he is," as  I
put the slip of paper with his phone number on it in the pocket of his white
shirt. Good thing we ordered the second drink before this encounter because
Kyle's a little put off now. He says, "Jesse said you were an awesome dude,
he  didn't mention anything about you being stuck-up." I go, "I'm not,
really. It's  just you might have handled that with a little more, um, tact." He
goes, "Yeah,  I see your point, sorry 'bout that," and he walks past me. I
wait a couple  seconds wondering why I turned him down, then remember
sitting on my front stoop  after turning Ray down and saying out loud to myself,
'You  need to do more of that,' or something to that affect.

When I'm sitting at our table again, Robby holds up his drink, saying,  "To
us, Dylan," and I pick up my drink and tap it against Robby's, saying, "To
us," and we take a sip. I say, "We need to do something about our apartment
 rental or we'll be in the fucking dorm next semester. This summer just
seems to  have evaporate all of a sudden." He goes, "Oh, yeah, I started to
tell you  earlier. Last week I called the Royal Crest and reserved the best
apartment I  could. It's a two bedroom apartment, but not the one we had last
year. The lady  said I needed to drive up there and put a deposit down, but
she finally accepted  a credit card over the phone. Two months rent is
$2600.00." I go, "Jeez, they  raised the rent!" Robby says, "A little. It's
$1300.00 a month, so $425.00 each,  or even a few bucks more than that." That
sounds a little better. He says, "By  the way, I asked and they do have three
bedroom apartments there, but no  vacancies." Oh, I thought they're weren't
any, but it comes down to the same  thing. Our shrimp cocktail arrives with
Kyle being professional, but without the  friendly attitude he showed earlier.
Maybe I could have used more tact too, not  just Kyle. Oh well. Robby and I
talk about the apartment and our sophomore year,  getting excited about it
the more we talk. "College will seems easy compared to  working all summer.
I simply didn't realize how time-consuming it would be as a  supervisor." I
nod my head at him, saying, "Well, you're an awesome boss, Robby,  not that
it surprises me." He chuckles, "It was a rocky start though with everyone
quitting on me, including my  own brother, and then getting in a fight with
one of my employees... that wasn't  too professional. Especially since it was
my boss' son." We  have a little laugh at that, although it wasn't funny
when it  happened.


Our dinners arrive and as we eat it as we go down memory lane rehashing
our summer on the job, convinced we'll do it all again next summer. For
dessert  I order my favorite white cake and a coffee... Robby gets chocolate
mousse. When  we're done he pays with a credit card as I'm thanking him profusely
for dinner.  Robby's a bit tight with a buck, so getting treated to dinner
by him is a  special occasions. I was kinda hoping a cute busboy would show
up to clear our  table, but our busboy looked to be about fifty years old
covered with tattoos.  Not cool! As we're walking out, I say, "It's nice to go
out to dinner with you  and not have something fucked-up happen to us like
it normally does." Robby  chuckles, "Yeah, we had a run of bad luck there
for awhile, but we're back on  track now. Hope ya didn't jinx us." I didn't,
as nothing happened getting out of  the parking lot and driving down route 9.
Robby asks, "Should we go back to your  place?" I go, "I'd really like
that, Robby. I missed you all week." He says,  "This whole summer has been hit
and miss with us, we just didn't spend enough  time together. Certainly not
nearly as much time together as we were used to at  school sharing the same
bedroom and all, but we'll make up for lost time soon  enough. Hey, I forgot
to tell you this too. Last week Dodger called and said  they're graduating
basic training and they'll be home the weekend we move into  our apartment.
Bad timing, but I can't wait to see him." I go, "Awesome! I can't  wait to
see both of them. Connor mentioned in his last email basic training was
coming to an end, and that he'd get two weeks off, but he didn't give a date.
He's not as excited as Dodger about coming home though because of his shitty
home life. Wish we could do something for him." Robby says, "Lets think
about  that. I'll be commuting to college a few days a week while Dodger's home
so I  can spend as much time with him as possible, so maybe Connor could
spend some  time in the apartment the nights I stay home." We talk about that a
little, but  there's variables involved we're not sure of, like maybe
Connor will feel  obligated to spend the time with his druggie mother. We'll work
something out.  It's exciting to think of Dodger and Connor here in person
for a couple of  weeks.


Inside my condo again we go out on the balcony for a smoke. To me it will
seem odd getting up for work tomorrow morning after nine days of leisure,
but  for Robby it's the same grind he's been on, basically since May. We light
up  Marlboro lights and Robby chuckles, then says, "I remember some years
ago having  a secret crush on you, before I even knew you, and one day in
class I was  thinking that if this is how I feel from just having a secret
crush on you, how  the hell could I ever handle being in love with you." I say,
"You handle it  quite well," and he goes, "Oh man, Dylan, you have no idea
how jealous I used to  be over you and that nut-case Worthington. The fucking
heartaches were like  debilitating, and it's all I thought about. I'm
pretty sure I think more about  you and our love than is mentally healthy, but
I've come up with a philosophy  recently. It's that jealousy comes into play
basically from self love, and not  from true love. I'm not saying I don't get
jealous anymore, I'm just saying I'm  working on it." I go, "Huh, I never
thought of it as self love, but you need to  love yourself before you can
really love somebody else. Isn't that right? I'm  pretty sure I heard that
someplace." Robby exhales smoke, then says, "Yeah, I've  heard that too, but it
doesn't mean putting yourself ahead of others. It's more  like having self
respect, which encompasses a wide range of things so I guess we  all need to
figure out what those things are for ourselves, and then be true to  them.
Something like that."


We're quiet for a second as the mood's become serious. I say, "Um, it's
like we can chose who we like for our friends, but when falling in love it
seems  we have very little to say about it. It happens sort of like a
friendship that  all of a sudden burst into flames, and you all of a sudden realize
you're in  love. I can't pinpoint when the flame caught fire for me, I just
knew I loved  you and I knew it was different than I felt about you the day
before, and  different than I felt about anyone else. Being clever, I
figured, 'Oh, so this  is love!'. Robby grins, "The art of love can sometimes be
largely the art of  persistence, like in my case with you. I was determined
you'd love me and I  wouldn't take no for an answer." I go, "I'm glad you
persevered, it takes me  awhile to figure some things out. Anyway, the way I see
it, if you're sensible  about being in love, you're probably incapable of
it. Love can be nuts sometimes  and ya gotta throw common sense out the
window." Robby goes, "Yeah, I like that  thought because it kind of justifies my
persistence. For me it never was what I  expected to get from you, so much
as it was what I was willing to give, which in  my case is everything. It's
also helped me rationalize your alley-catting around  as sort of a harmless
sowing of your wild oats." I go, "You too, it's not just  me," and Robby
flicks his cigarette butt out into the night to land where it  may, muttering,
"Yeah, me too, although I'd give it up tomorrow if you were  ready." It
always comes down to this roadblock, which I can't get by...  yet.


Figuring I can't put my foot in my mouth if I don't say anything, I try
silence and Robby comes over and gives me a hug. "It okay, Dylan, I can wait
as  long as I need to. True love doesn't have a happy ending because it
doesn't end.  At our age, we've got plenty of time." The hug leads to a kiss as I
drop my  cigarette butt and step on it. My arms go around Robby's neck as
our tongues  lick together and our lips suck, making wet sounds in the night.
The taste of  the cigarettes fades and Robby's scent fills my head as my
nose moves on his  cheek. His body feels so good against mine and his hair
feels silky as my  fingers ruffle though the hairs at the back of his head, and
everything's sexy  and special like it only gets when I'm with Robby. His
talk of love and  forgiveness tonight hit the perfect note with me and made
me love Robby even  more. It reminded me of the depth of his love for me, and
how patiently he waits  for me to mature enough to give up the frivolous
sex I often engage in. I  honestly wish I was ready now, but it's important to
be true to myself and not  make promises I can't keep. Oh my God, I love
him so much though. I love  listening to his boyish voice, it's so pleasant
and his grin is so fucking cute,  his body so tight and his mouth so
deliciously sexy. As we make-out a whining  sound squeaks out of my throat as sexual
desire builds until I want to climb  inside his body and love him from
inside out. His kisses are so loving and he  makes me feel so special, so
desired, so loved it's creates a level of sentiment  in me that's indescribably
wonderful... true love is, in fact, indescribable and  that's one of the ways
you can recognize it.


Robby breaks the long lover's kiss and licks under my chin making a
similar whining sound of desire that slipped out of my throat a few luscious
moments ago. Our cocks poke out the front of our shorts as we gently hump our
hips against one another. Then Robby's hand is behind my head holding the
side  of my face against his, whispering in my ear, "You drive me nearly mad
with  desire, Dylan, oh I love you so much. I only wish I had the words to do
justice  to how many ways I love you. It's taking all my will power not to
fuck you right  here and now, but I desperately want to do it naked in your
bed." I murmur, "Me  too, Robby, everything you said," which makes him
chuckle, kiss my lips, and  take my hand. Another chuckle as he mutters, "Me too,
Robby. Jesus, you're so  fucking cute," and he kisses me again, then pulls
on my hand, "Come on, lets get  in bed, baby." I like when he calls me a term
of endearment and wish he'd do it  more often. Coming from Robby it sounds
so perfectly right. I love him and I  love the way he loves me. In my
bedroom he wraps me in his arms and we do deep  kisses with our bodies locked
together and soon I feel wetness in my underpants.  Not wanting a premature
ejaculation, I break off the kiss this time and lick his  neck as Robby rubs his
hand through my hair. Taking a deep breath, Robby pulls  my shirttail out
and pulls it up so I raise my arms and he takes my shirt off. I  begin
unbuttoning his pink dress shirt, but Robby grabs his shirttail and pulls  it over
his head like it's a Polo shirt. He's at the button on my shorts now and
my shorts are soon around my ankles, then Robby's underwear, that I'm
wearing,  joins my shorts and I step out of them. Robby drops his shorts and then
my  underwear that he's wearing. Naked now we hug and both sigh, "Mmmmmm,
aaaah," at  the feel of each other's bare body.


Another long kiss clutching each other almost frantically, then he takes
my hand and we step over to my bed. Robby pulls the covers down to the foot
of  the bed and we lay on the bed with Robby under me. The feel of his skin
against  mine and his muscular body sends a shiver through me as I snuggle
and squirm  against him. Precum from both our cocks is smeared around our
groins as we kiss,  moaning with arousal. I want to taste him so I lick across
his lips and then his  chin and down his throat and across his chest to suck
on one nipple and then the  other. As I shimmy down his taut body I lick a
wet line down to his belly button  and stick my tongue in it and move it
around with Robby moaning and squirming  under me, his hands caressing my head
and shoulders like the massages that we  gave each other early in our
relationship, the massages that eventually led to  all that's followed. My nose
drags on his skin filling my mind with his unique,  indescribably sexy boyish
scent. It drives me crazy with desire. Licking down to  his groin I need to
takes his hard cock in my mouth and suck precum from his  balls as he groans
and writhes on the mattress. Not daring to suck on his cock  for long,
afraid he'd climax in my mouth,  and I want it up my ass. I lick  and suck his
nuts and under his nuts close to his asshole. Robby grunts, "No,  Dylan, I'll
cum," so I scoot back up to a panting Robby, who says, "I need to  feel my
cock inside you now, I can't wait any longer." Smooth as a cat he's  behind
me lifting my hips so I go up on my knees with my face on the pillow  where
Robby's head was laying. I'm inhaling his scent anxious to feel his boner  in
my ass.


Glancing back I see Robby on his knees, he's taking deep breaths,  probably
calming his need for climax. Then, with his boner's in his fingers, he
hops up to my ass. The wet head of his boner pokes my right butt cheek, and
then  it's at my asshole spreading the lips of my anus. Robby moans, "Oh God, I
love  this," and he humps his hip pushing his cock's head inside me as we
both go,  "Ummmm, oooh, aaah, ooh...." It feels so fucking good! He waits a
bit rubbing  the palms of his hands up and down my back, pressing hard, then
his hips buck  again and a couple inches of cock goes up my ass. My shoulder
shudder as my back  arches, with me moaning, "Mmmmm, oooh, ooh, God that
feels good, Robby." Deep  breathing through his nose as Robby rubs my back
tightly again. He smacks my ass  a stinging slap and pushes the rest of his
hard boner inside me leaning his  groin tightly against my buttocks as we both
moan again. Leaving his boner fully  impaling me, Robby leans down and
kisses, then licks my shoulder as he moans  quietly, then murmurs, "Oh, baby, I
love how your body smells and tastes... it's  so delicious I could eat you."
I'm in ecstasy having sex with my true love, but  can't say anything at the
moment. I can only moan with deep sexual arousal.  Having his cock up my ass
is a glorious sensation. My ass feels filled with his  incredibly hard
penis and it's just so fucking perfect. Straightening up now,  Robby grabs my
hips with both hands and starts steadily fucking me to a chorus  of pleasure
moans from both of us. We seem to have an unspoken agreement about  moaning
our hearts out as the sensations build. Sometimes it's embarrassing to  be so
demonstrative, but with both of us doing it, no problem. A steady, "Slap,
slap, slap, slap," sound of his shaved groin against my ass cheeks brings a
smile to my lips even as I moan, "Aaah," with each drive of his fat-headed
boner  up my ass. "Slap, slap, slap," and "Aah, aah, aah," from me mixed in
with "Ooh,  ooh, ooh," from Robby. There's nothing in my world that feels
better than  this... nothing.


Our sex earlier in the evening makes it possible for this sex to go on  for
a longer time, and if I had my way it'd go on a lot longer then it probably
 will 'cause I'm sensing my balls manufacturing spunk, and at an alarming
rate.  When they're overloaded with it something's gotta give.  My ass is
alive  and buzzing with incredibly erotically sexual sensations that have me
moving my  head on the pillow constantly with my moans of pleasure and me
humping back into  his thrust increasing the sounds of the, "Slap, slap, slap,"
from our bodies  colliding, which in turn increases the tone of my moans.
Robby begins making  desperate sounds as his orgasm prepares to fire off while
my cock is throbbing  with tightness, the foreskin completely off the head.
Robby's becoming  increasingly reckless, thrusting his cock back and forth
in my ass more quickly  and then, at the same time, it's upon us both. I
squeal arching my back and then  thrusts my hips while jettisoning a hard tight
stream of cum that splashes under  my chin just as I feel a stab against my
rectum wall where Robby's first sharp  shot of cum hit. It's squishy in my
ass now as I'm firing off four quickly  follow-up spurts of cum that has my
body jerking around and me babbling  with spit running down my chin. The
enormous indescribable sensation all over my  body at the height of climax
leaves me weak and trembling. I've got my cock in  my fist stroking it even as I
feel dizzy from the cascade of sensations that  have spread from my rectum
and cock outward to my stomach making my whole body  shudder. Robby lays on
my back breathing deeply and I love feeling his heart  beating fast against
me. His arms hug around me with the side of his face  against the back of my
head as he continues doing lazy thrust of his cock in my  cum-saturated
asshole. Another little shudder from me and the last sensations of  climax
sizzle around my cock and ass and then fade out leaving me limp, but very
contented and happy. Slowly I move my legs back on the mattress until I'm laying
flat with Robby on my back. My own cum smears my belly and chest where my
shots  of spunk came to rest after being launched from my now flaccid  penis.


We lay like this for maybe two minutes without talking, and then Robby
groans, "Oh God, how sweet was that... wow, what a climax. Only with you,
Dylan,  do my balls try coming out with the spunk, Jesus, that was good." He gets
up on  his knees, pulling his cock from my ass making a wet sucking sound.
Robby smacks  my ass chuckling, "Damn, you're a treasure, Dylan. There's
something so special  about your ass. It's a freak of nature, but in the best
way possible." I roll  over onto my back, almost falling off my twin bed,
take a deep breath, then say,  "Sex is always special with you, Robby, 'cause
true love is involved and it adds  that certain something that takes sex to
the top of the mountain and out into  space. It's really special for me."
Robby smiles at me, "Thank you, that makes  me feel really good. You make me
feel good all the time, and I loved our date  tonight. It was extra special
because we tried to articulate our love. That's  really hard to do." I go,
"You do it very well actually, and not just tonight  either. It's a special
warm comforting feeling being loved by you." He flops  down next to me and puts
his arm across my chest, then laughs, lifting his arm.  "Your cum, I
believe." It got on his arm from me laying in my own cum. I go,  "Yeah, it's mine,
but it's your fault it flew from my dick like a runaway  locomotive." His
arm goes back across my chest as he snuggles up against me,  asking, "Have I
told you lately that I love you?" I go, "No, not lately," and we  kiss, then
he says, "I love you like I love breathing, I love you like teens  love
texting, I love you like I love Swedish fish candy." I go, "Hold it right
there, Robby, you may have told a fib 'cause there's no way you love me like
those red gummy yummy candies, no fucking way!" Robby laughs, "Yeah, maybe I
over did it with that. What's that flavor in Swedish fish anyway?" I go,
"Hell,  I don't know, but I love how those damn things taste."


We lay here goofing with each other, groping bodies and acting silly.  Then
we take quick separate showers feeling satisfied and in love. I walk Robby
to the front door where we make-out for a few minutes. Robby says, "I can
hardly  wait until we're together 24/7 at Merrimack." One last kiss and I
watch him all  the way to his pickup, feeling loved and in love. Robby pulls
away with a wave  and a toot of his horn. I smile to myself thinking he had no
way of knowing I'd  be watching him from the window until he drove away,
except he  knew...


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



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