Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2014 12:16:47 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 76 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 76 by Donny Mumford Somehow I didn't notice it when Devon was driving us to the basket ball game two or three weeks ago, but I'm noticing now that he's an extra cautious driver, which is unusual for a teenager. He's not in Ryan's category though as his driving is akin to a white-haired granny hunched over the steering wheel driving under the speed limit. And Ryan's driving becomes even crazier when you consider he's rocking a hot Mini Cooper S... What a waste of a hot ride! Anyway, I'm enjoying the contented feeling of the sex I just had with Devon, and we're even going for the double shot later tonight.To kill some time before that, Devon drives us to the elementary school we both attended years ago. We were two grades apart, so we didn't know each other back then at all. Tonight we're the only ones on the playground so we each sit on a swing and kick off with our feet and drift lazily back and forth while I smoke a cigarette and Devon talks quietly about what's been on his mind. He's concerned about the sexual attraction he feels for me and claims he was totally shocked when he realized these feelings a month or so ago. He wants to be in love with his girlfriend, Annie, and he thinks he is, so he's understandably mystified about his recent interest in me. I ask, "Were you ever been attracted to a boy growing up?" He shrugs, "Um, just a childhood crush on a kid named Buttons Butterfield, er, Charles Butterfield actually. Everyone called him Buttons because he always buttoned his shirt up to the very top button. He was a nerd actually, with glasses, slicked down hairdo, and he threw a baseball like a girl," and then Devon demonstrates that overhand motion. I smile, and ask, "What happened?" He says, "Not too much really, we were both entering puberty and sorting out our bodily changes mostly. I got a crush on him in seventh grade and befriended him. I can't even tell you what attracted me to him specifically, it was just him. He didn't play sports and I was one of the posse boys so there wasn't much I could do with Buttons outside of school, but that summer both our families had memberships to the Framingham swimming pool and I hung out with him sometimes there." Devon thinks for a few seconds, then goes on, still talking quietly, "He wasn't much of a conversationalist so we spent a lot of time together without talking. Maybe because our voices were changing, but mostly because he was a very quiet kid. We got in the habit of watching each other change into our swimsuits and then change out of them. He'd change while I watched him, then he'd watched me while I changed. As the summer progressed we began extending the time between taking off our clothes or our bathing suit and putting something on, staying naked for the other to look at for up to two minutes without saying a word." I mutter, "Well, it's not all that unusual to be sexually curious during that period in a kid's life." He asks, "When did you realize you were gay?" I shrug, "It's weird in hindsight, but I didn't know, didn't have a clue I was gay until this unattractive kid 'outed' me to myself, if you can believe that. I've always had a serious love for my brother, way before we knew we were brothers, but I didn't necessarily connect it to being gay." We swing back and forth a little bit on the childish swings as I try blowing smoke rings, without success. Then I ask, "What were you thinking about while studying Button's naked body for two minutes at a time?" Devon shrugs, "I'm not sure, but I'd stare at his penis mostly, although all of his skinny body interested me. He had a small penis, I remember that, and it intrigued me greatly. Funny, but it didn't appear to bother him that he had a little dick. He'd hold his cock and balls up for me to inspect." I go, "It might be he was offering them to you," and Devon laughs, "Sure, as a gay guy you'd see the symbolism immediately, but little dumb Devon just thought he was making it easier for me to see them, 'cause like I said they were small." I take a drag and exhale the smoke straight up feeling so much better after that quick fuck from Devon, better then I've felt in two days. What a joke on myself that I thought I'd matured enough that I could take sex, or leave it. Ha, that's a good one! Actually, lots of guys get by without regular sex. Hell, I have friends in that circumstance, but I've been conditioned to need it. That damn Willie was a master at that, and then Ryan with his insatiable sex drive fucking me awesomely as often as four times a day. So now I basically need it... and believe me, there's a difference between 'wanting something' and 'needing it'. I chuckle, then ask him, "Did you and Buttons also find each other's ass interesting?" He goes, "Oh yeah, we'd turn around and spread our ass cheeks for each other." I go, "Perhaps you both were considering a profession as physicians." He makes a face, chuckling, "No, we were just fascinated by each other's body." Then almost absently, he mutters, "Button's small dick is something I wanted to touch so badly, and embarrassingly to say now, I wanted to smell it too, although I never did. And yeah, smelling his ass was another thing I daydreamed about, but never did. I was pretty much obsessed with him, and I don't know why I'm telling you about all this, Doctor Newman. You're going to think I'm perverted or something." I go, "Nah, most twelve or thirteen years old kids dealing with puberty are a little wacky." He mutters, "Yeah, I guess. When Buttons and I were together sitting at the edge of the pool we'd stare into each other's eyes without saying anything. It sounds really creepy to me now, but back then I longed to do something physical with him... touch and smell his dick, or anything. The most we did was sit close to each other when we could, and sometimes he'd put his arm across my shoulders and we'd sit like that. I loved it and wanted so much more. We'd sit so close the sides of our bare arms and legs touched. Maybe he longed to touch my dick too for all I know. Like I said we weren't sharing our thoughts." I say, "His dick sounds pretty small, are you sure his nuts had dropped? Maybe his body was slow to mature. Physical maturing happens as late as fourteen and sometimes fifteen years old." Devon says, "I don't know, but one nut was lower than the other and he had a little hair around his dick, so I assume he was moving right along. Plus, like I said, both our voices had begun to change." I ask, "Anything else?" and he laughs nervously, then says, "True confession, we both got boners watching each other's naked bodies, and we'd get boners staring into each other's eyes too, and boners sitting with our sides touching, especially when he put his arm across my shoulders. Lots of boners that felt good and at least twice that I can remember I had intense spontaneous orgasms sitting there leaning against him. He'd stare at my lap as the wet spot from my cum spread out on my dry bathing suit, with me moaning quietly. My body would shudder and it was the most intense sensations I'd ever experienced." I go, "Jesus, that's a little unusual." He nods his head, "Ya think? Ha, so weird, but back then I lived for the days it would happen. I'd make quiet whiny sounds while my cock pumped jism into my bathing suit and Buttons would hug my shoulders like he was taking care of me. Christ, him taking care of me! I was like five inches taller than him. "You ever ask him if he jerked off?" Devon goes, "God, no! Are you kidding?" I shrug, "Anyone else besides Buttons?" He shakes his head, "Not really. Nothing that registers with me now, not like Buttons." I ask, "How'd it end?" and he shrugs again, and mumbles, "I don't know. We weren't in any of the same classes together after that year in junior high, and then the next summer my family didn't join the pool because Sonny and me got into some kind of trouble at the end of the first summer, so my dad was mad at us kids. I forget what it was about now. But Buttons and I drifted apart and for the longest time I tried as hard as I could to block the memories of our bizarre summer together at the pool" Devon's pretty much talked all he wants to about him and Buttons so we talk about the first sex he and I just had in the car. He says, "It seemed strangely natural to me, maybe because you've got a more inviting ass than Annie's pussy, ha ha. Your ass is perfect, without a hair on it. Is that nature's work or yours?" I go, "Ha! Everything about me is nature's work. Well, I shave my pubes because it feels good," and he says, "Looks good too. I noticed you did that, but thought it'd be rude to mention it." I ask, "Why's that?" He goes, "Damn, if I know. If I'm not sure about saying something that might be rude, I keep my mouth shut." We hop off the swings and walk around the playground, with me asking him, "What's the big difference between screwing a girl and screwing a guy?" He laughs, "Well, for one thing your tits are too hard, and flat." I chuckle, then go, "No, really," and he gives me the same answer Chubby did, "Most of the erotic stimulation on my dick occur at the beginning of a girl's, um, twat, to use the scientific term... ha ha. But, with your ass it feels like stimulation on my dick is constant from the head to the root at all times. It's feels like that in your ass anyway, it's snug and really awesome, although I'm not at all sure I could ever tolerate a dick up my ass. As a matter of fact I'm fairly positive I never will." I go, "Fairly positive is an oxymoron, ya know," and he laughs, mumbling, "I don't care, I'm still fairly positive I won't. And, except for you, I'm fairly positive my dick won't be up another guy's ass either." I smirk, "How about Annie's ass?" He opens his eyes wide, and says, "You might be the worst thing that ever happened to her sex life." We laugh, then he goes, "I have no plans for doing Annie's ass, but I might be stalking you for years." I mutter, "How flattering." He lightly punches my shoulder, and says, "Seriously, thanks, Dylan, it's been a wonderful experience. Making out with you is hot too. Has anyone ever mentioned that you have an enticing natural smell, on your skin? It's, um, I guess I'd have to say a sexy scent. God, I can't believe I'm saying all this shit to you. Why couldn't you be like Buttons so we wouldn't need to talk about it?" I laugh, then say, "If you and he had talked, it might have led you in an entirely different direction in life." As we're walking back to the car, Devon asks, "What will happen if, um, I get hooked on having sex with you?" I say, "I don't know, but I wouldn't mind it, if that's what you're asking." He mutters, "It scares me, to be honest with you. What if it gets like Buttons all over again and I yearn to be with you all the time?" I say, "You got over Buttons, so you'd get over me too. Crush is the word for it, and nobody understands crushes, certainly not me. You didn't understand your crush on Buttons either." Back at his car, we get in and Devon says, "How about we return to our original spot at the picnic grounds?" I'm like, "It works for me," and he says, "You make everything seem so normal, when this is actually the most un-normal thing I've ever done in my life. I should feel awkward and uncomfortable, but I don't and it's because of you." I shrug, "Gee, I wish everyone felt that way, Devon, thanks." He mumbles, "Wonder what Ray would say about you and me doing it," and I go, "He dumped me so he has no say in the matter whatsoever. You're simply experimenting with your sexuality, as many before you have done, and I'm not implying they did it with me. As for me, I told you before that I spotted you as the cutest posse boy the first time I saw you, not that I ever expected it would ever work out this well for me." He says, "Right there, you have a way of making me feel important, and I know you weren't even trying to do that. It's really you who are doing me a favor, and yet you make it seem like I'm the one doing you a favor." I go, "You are doing me as favor because I'm a horny gay lad who you've rescued from my horniness." He laughs, "I think you're being serious, and that's so not how most guys would be. Most guys would play up how they're helping the pathetic straight kid see if the bisexual world is something that appeals to him." I mutter, "Yeah, I'm not like that," and then we're silent as he drives for awhile, until he glances at me, and says, "Even though you thought I was, um, cute, you'd never have come on to me, would you?" I go, "Nope. I've never come on intentionally to anyone, although I've been known to flirt a little every fucking chance I get." He laughs, "Damn, you're likable. All the guys like you and some didn't even want to like you at first because they felt Ray was giving you special treatment. I don't mean as his boyfriend, I mean as a junior posse member." I ask, "Did you feel that way?" He's like, "No way, he suspended you for flirting with Sonny, for one thing." I go, "I never flirted with Sonny!" and Devon's like, "I know you didn't, but Ray convinced himself you did because he was jealous I guess. I'm glad this damn posse business is winding down. It's past time for that." Devon parks at the picnic grounds in approximately the same spot we were at over an hour ago. This time as we drive through the grounds we past only one other car. We get in the back seat with Devon mumbling, "Damn, it's embarrassing how anxious I am to do this again. I'm not normally this dorky or horny." He leans over the front seat and hits a button to lock all the doors, then he looks out the window and sees darkness and shadows, muttering, "Jesus, it's kinda spooky around here all of a sudden." A cloud drifts away from the moon and the light of the moon enables us to make out the creek and the picnic tables fifty feet away. Devon nods his head in approval of the moonlight. We both put the back windows down a inch because it's a hot and humid night in August and we need the slightly cooler air from outside to keep the car from becoming an oven. Devon looks me in my eyes, a serious expression on his face, then he pulls my t-shirt over my head and I do the same with his Polo shirt. We both take off our shorts, but leave our underwear on so our asses don't stick to the vinyl seat. Devon turns towards me and we embrace for a bit, his body feeling so nice, so sexy. This is well worth missing some sleep over. Spending some time naked with a kid like Devon is kinda special. I'll be tired at work tomorrow, but it beats being ultra horny. Our faces move together and I drag my tongue along his cheek until my lips meet his, then we kiss a very nice kiss. Both of us have a hand at the back of the other's head and I rub my hand up the short bristles of hair at Devon's neck, and then up his head to the short hairs at the crown. Kissing, making wet mouth sounds, then our tongues join together and everything seems strangely different to me, different than other buddy make-out experiences I've had. No submissive or dominant behavior, just a touch of lust and a feeling of being intimate with someone who's become a little bit sp ecial already. I can't remember feeling exactly like this with anyone other than Robby. It's a bit scary as if we can feel that our lives are changing in some important way. Our lips wetly squish gently together while our tongues move against one another and it's becomes a sweet dreamy make-out with Devon's mild scent filling my head quite pleasantly. I take a page from Seth's back-of-a-vehicle make-out manual and move a knee to the other side of Devon's thigh, and then sit on both his thighs with a knee on either side of him. His arms go around the back of my neck while our noses rub together with us kissing lips and licking tongues. Quiet sounds of arousal can be heard from both of us as our make-out intensifies, and it surprises me how much I'm really into this. Sure, I had a minor attraction to Devon, but our making-out seems more meaningful then I ever expected it would be and I'm not sure why. Not sure why other than the obvious reasons that he's cute, smells good, has a good body, and he likes me. That makes for good buddy sex, but there's something else going on here that I'm pretty sure neither of us expected. The fact we both had a natural attraction to each other initially, without either of us aware it was reciprocated, so for that reason we both kept the attraction to ourselves. Now though, Devon's honesty earlier about his embarrassing early crush on Buttons, after which he and I both opened up to one another has seemingly opened a door for a possible deeper relationship, one I don't know if we should step through. We're making out much more seriously than would normally be the case in a situation of first time sex between buddies. I inch forward on his thighs until our chests are together and our hard cocks are bumping each other. Devon holds my head between both his hands and kissing all over my face moaning and humping his hips against my groin, moving my boner sideways. Somewhere in my brain I'm aware this doesn't make any sense as there's no reason for this level of sexual arousal, or for the passion we're showing during this make-out. Devon stops kissing my face and holds my head next to his, asking, "What's happening, Dylan? Is this alright? What we're doing, is it alright?" Then he does a long kiss on the side of my jaw, murmuring, "I've never felt like this before." I take a breath, not sure what to do or say, but not wanting to stop. I finally say, "Fuck me, Devon," and he goes, "Yeah, that's it, I'll do it to you now, but what should, or how...?" I lift up off his thighs a little and use both hands to pull his underwear off his boner, feeling his boner that's so hard it sticks up straight between his legs. It's about seven inches tall, and as hard as a wood dowel... a wood dowel with a wet cock head at the end, precum running down the shaft of the skin covered dowel. Pulling my underwear onto my thighs, I reach back and take Devon's boner in my fingers and guide the head to my asshole. Looking into his eyes, I sit down slightly getting just the head of his cock to slide in. "Ooooh," I go, hugging Devon around the back of his neck. He whimpers, "Mmmm, umm, umm." We kiss and our tongues slide together, then I lick up the front of his nose, and Devon moans, "Mmmm, mmm," as his head goes against the back of the seat. Sitting down further on his hard cock gets Devon humping and thrusting his hips, so I lay forward with the side of my face against his jaw, my forehead on his shoulder as he drives his long boner back and forth in my rectum with both of us sweating and jointly creating a chorus of bizarre moan and sounds of pleasure. He quickly gets the thrusting just right, and along with both of our pleasure moans, the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," of his groin smacking into my butt cheeks fills the interior of the car, echoing in my ears. It's an amazing circus of delicious sexual sensations as I cling to Devon's neck and moan unabashedly at the way Devon's sensationally, and sexually satisfyingly fucking me. An anal fucking novice is teaching the teacher. I have shivers of delight zig zagging around my body with my familiar shoulder shudder happening every minute or so. As my climax builds I can't stop myself from pushing back at his thrusts, so in love with his hard cock it's insane. The drives of his boner in and out by my clinging anus lips creates incredible feelings of sexual pleasure, and the head and shaft of Devon's steel pipe of a boner continuously stimulates my prostate so intensely I'm moving my hips a little to one side and then the other increasing the pressure on my prostate. Devon's tight body and sweet scent, plus my rectum being alive with uncountable spots of pleasure brings on a wild orgasm. A gushing orgasm follows my long squeal, back arching, hip thrusting climax that has cum sizzling up from my hard balls and streaming straight up my quivering boned-up cock, up and out with me squealing again as my cum splatters against both our chests. Devon gasps, then frantically gets a handhold on the top of both my thighs to stop me flouncing around. His groin is tight to my butt, he does little humps whimpering pathetically as I feel his cum filling my bowel even as three more spurts of cum shoot up from my cock. I'm literally shaking as I lay against Devon's sweaty chest. He keeps running his hand up the back of my head humping against my ass shooting more cum inside me. Buzzing continues around my groin with my asshole's quivering and one last body shudder, then I'm limp, feeling wonderful if a little sick to my stomach. Too many sensations bombarded my brain at the same time, but the sick feeling quickly moves out and is replaced by contentment mixed with confusion. What the hell happened just now. Great sexually satisfaction, and something new too, although I can't quite put my finger on what it is. Devon's back to moaning, leaving the whimpering behind with his orgasm. "Oh my God, that was not real, what the hell was that?" gasps Devon. I take a deep inhale shaking my head that I don't know, because right now I can't think straight. Devon relaxes, then puts his arms around me. I'm basically laying against him, the side of my face against the side of his, and neither of us is moving. If anything we're snuggling in more tightly like we're planning on spending the night in this position, with Devon's cock remaining in my ass. It just feels right. As both our heads clear a little, Devon all of a sudden says, "Please get up, Dylan, please." I asks, "What's wrong?" and he goes, "What we're doing is wrong. Not you, me. I shouldn't be doing this. Please get up," and he's pushing me away, so I go up on my knees and pull off his cock. We both suck in air and I feel faint for a second, my asshole is wet and gaping open. Cum begins drooling out so Devon reaches over and gets more tissues. He holds some under my asshole as I move back to where I was sitting before moving onto his lap, now with tissues under me. He takes more tissues out and wipes cum off my chest and stomach. "There's some cum under your chin, Dylan," as he hands me some of the tissues and then starts wiping at the cum my cock fired onto his chest. He mutters, "I feel like such a bastard." I'm puzzled, "Why, Devon. What is it?" He says, "Annie doesn't deserve this from me. It's not you, Dylan, far from it. I'm the prick, the self-centered prick thinking only of myself." I'm staring at him wondering if he's got a split personality or something. How did it go from so good to this? I slowly say, "Devon, we didn't do anything so terrible. You were curious about bisexual sex with me, and now you know. Don't be so hard on yourself, I mean, it's not as if anyone is ever going to know. So you tried this tonight, and now you never have to try it again." He looks at me intently, "That's the problem, Dylan," and his hand comes over to grip my shoulder, "I now want to do it all the time with you. This was the best sex I've ever had and I don't even know what to call what I've been doing with Annie. This, what we did together, is sex. I can see that now." I'm thinking, Holy shit! this could be a real problem, especially considering Sonny and me, not to mention Robby and me. And, oh yeah, sweet Seth and then there's Ryan. Hmmm. I'm drawing a blank, I can't think what to say. Devon's getting dressed, muttering under his breath something I can't make out. I pull my underpants up from just above my knees, keeping the tissue in them to soak up dripping cum, and say, "You're overreacting, Devon. Calm the fuck down and think straight. You're no monster. The fact you feel so guilty about cheating on Annie shows you're a sweet, caring guy. And anyway, I'm not even sure this qualifies as cheating on her. You were experimenting and finding out about yourself." He stops and thinks for a second, then slowly says, "Yeah, thanks for saying that, Dylan, and maybe you're right about this not counting as cheating." Ah ha, Devon is latching right on to that rationalization I came up with. Good for him. I go, "Now you're talking sense. You have sex with Annie and look forward to it, right?" Pulling his Polo shirt over his head, he mutters, "I used to anyway." I say, "There ya go, you're bisexual. You don't see Ray having a shit fit about him being bi. He embraces it." We're both as put back together as we can be with wrinkled clothes, sweaty bodies that are sticky with our cum here and there. Nothing to worry about, nothing unusual there. Devon's thinking, then he says, "Yeah, I'm bisexual, but I want to keep that fact deep, deep, deep in the closet, at least until I can make sense of it." I ask, "How long do you think that will take?" He mumbles, "Um, I guess it depends on how long I live." I'm pretty sure he's not kidding, but his serious answer has me fighting back the urge to laugh. I settle on doing a series of fake coughs as he absently pats my back. "You okay, Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, some spit got in my wind pipe. I think I have a short esophagus." He glances over at me quickly, mumbling, "Esophagus? then he says, "Um, is it okay if I drop you off and we don't talk about tonight again until I've had time to sort it out in my head?" I say, "Absolutely, Devon, but for the record, it was very special. And, um, you're a really good guy, so don't be too hard on yourself." He mutters, "Thanks, I hope you're right." Then with a grin, he says, "I'm fairly positive you're a damn good guy too." I mumble, "Oxymoron," and he goes, "You're shitting me... that's still an oxymoron?" We get out of the back seat and into the front. He starts the car and gets the air conditioning cranked up. Looking at me, he says, "Next time I get stupidly hysterical like I did a couple of minutes ago, slap my face hard to bring me to my senses. That was borderline girl-like hysteria and it's definitely not what I'm looking for... that was embarrassing, dude." I ask, "Do you want me to slap you now just to be sure you're over it?" He puts the car in drive, chuckling, "No, I'm good now, but next time for sure." As he drives, Devon does some deprecating humor about his, as he calls it, his girlie hysteria, being very hard on himself. It's funny the way he phrases it, and it's a funny side of Devon I frankly didn't think he had. At my condo, he says, "Being serious for a minute, Dylan, I do apologize for snapping out. You hit the nail on the head when you said I overreacted. I did, but now I've got it together with the help of your maturity and common sense advice." I'm thinking, 'Jesus, I hope he's not relying too heavily on my maturity and common sense. Devon goes, "You straightened me out, and now all I need to do is fight any urges I have about begging you to let me do it again with you. I think I'm good with that too. Anyway, here's what I'm fairly positive about, I won't call you later tonight. I can't make any promises about tomorrow morning though, so I'll be trying to hold off calling you to do it again in eight hours periods, and see how long I can last." I'm like, "Wow, that's an ambitious plan, but I'm rooting for you, and I think you can do it. Hell, I'm fairly positive you can." Devon laughs, "It's in the bag then." We bump fists and smile at one another. He nods his head and sucks on his lips, staring at me. I say, "Goodnight," he nods again, maybe not sure his voice is steady. Getting out I wave and he waves, and then he cautiously drives away. Going up the steps I check my wristwatch and see it's almost one o'clock. I'm gonna be dragging my ass tomorrow at work so I need to get right to bed, but first a really fast shower. There's a lot to think about, but I just can't do it now. Tonight was strange and unexpected in about a dozen different ways, and I don't know if it's over between Devon and me, or if that would be a good thing or a bad thing. I really don't. Without trying to figure anything out tonight, I take a really quick shower and crash in bed under the covers. No dreams, no moving about in my sleep, no nothing except a deep sleep for five hours... and then I get up feeling like a zombie getting ready for work, but I'm not especially horny. At least the work load today will be lighter than the last two days, so I got that going for me. Chubby's drinking coffee on the balcony so I wave to him, then go downstairs to get our clean uniforms out of the dryer and, half asleep, spend ten minutes ironing them. As I'm doing that I glance at the orange/red hairs I didn't sweep up around the barber stool last night too. That makes me think of Sonny, then his brother, Devon. Oh shit, I gotta figure something out, but not now. Ironed and folded, I carry Seth's, Chubby's, and my shorts and t-shirts upstairs and make a cup of coffee. Joining Chubby outside we do a nice hello hug and kiss, then Chubby says, "Bro, you look like you could use some more sleep." I try for bright-eyed exuberance, saying, "No way, Chubby, I feel great," but it falls a little flat so Chubby chuckles patting me on the back, saying, "Burning the candle at both ends again, eh?" Chubby finished his cigarette a while ago so I light one, muttering, "I was out a little bit late last night, but it's no problem, I'm good." Chubby's excited about the barbecued chicken sandwiches he made for our lunch and he describes them in great detail. Half listening, I go, "Yum," and try shaking the malaise I'm sensing. It's probably a combination of not enough sleep and the confusing situation of being sexually involved with two brothers again, it didn't seem all that big a deal when it was Robby and Dodger, but something about last night with Devon seemed special, and I'm not sure why that is, or what it was exactly. I'm fairly positive about that. When we're finished our coffees and we've made our way down to the Jeep, Chubby says, "I'll drive again today, Dylan, if you don't mind. I'd hate to see you fall asleep at the wheel. It's be embarrassing for you, ya know?" I mumble, "Who's the big brother here anyway, I'm fine," but I get in the passenger seat just as a text message buzzes on my cell phone. Pulling my cell phone out of my pocket, I check it, mumbling, "Damn, spam," but it's not spam, it's from Devon. His text: 'Thanks for last night! Devon'. I'll think about that later. Chubby chatters on about something that was probably funny because he's chuckling, but I can't follow what he's saying. I'm thinking about tonight at Ray's basketball game when both Sonny and Devon will be there. I've gotta keep my cool and maybe try hanging out with some of the other posse boys, if that's even possible with Sonny around. He's not afraid or hesitant to sit right between me and whoever I might be sitting next to on the bleachers. I can see his mischievous grin as he insinuates himself in between me and whoever. Damn, he's cute though... ha ha. Fucking Sonny, like his motorbike buddy, Jamison Coyle, says, 'Sonny, ya gotta love him'. Some kids, like Chubby and Sonny, have a way about them that allows them to get away with stuff guys like me and Robby wouldn't even think to try. Ah, thinking Robby's name brings a loving feeling all over me. Second to Chubby, nobody looks out for me, or has my back, or loves me the way Robby does. And yet we both keep fucking around on the side. Someday we'll both go, 'What the fuck were we thinking?' Not today though, and anyway on Wednesdays there's usually a baseball game for Robby. I look at the friendship ring Robby gave me and twirl it with a fingers, thinking, 'Thank God Ryan isn't still here or him and Robby going off to the baseball game together tonight would be something else for me to deal with'. And what's with Ryan anyway? Oh no, I'm not going to try sifting through that right now. I've got enough other things in my head to deal with. At the shop we get out of the Jeep and I take the uniforms to the locker room while Chubby puts our lunch in the cooler. Inside there a number of guys laughing and talking too loudly while changing into work clothes, and then there's Seth's sitting on the bench in front of our section of lockers looking cute, as usual. I sneak up behind him and muss his hair, so he turns around real fast to give me a really good grin, "Hi, Dylan, good morning." I give his head a hug, asking, "How's your hand?" He stands up, cheerfully saying, "It's fine, no problem." What a liar, it's gotta be really sore. I ask, "Oh, so it's okay if I squeeze your hand real hard?" and he's like, "Sure," holding out his right hand. I squeeze it as he smirks at me, then says, "You look tired." I go, "Why is everyone picking on me this morning?" He goes, "I'm sorry, I meant to say," and he leans in close so no one else can hear, and says, "You look cute and sexy and I love you." I mumble, "Right back at you," and hand him his clothes. We put one set of clothes in our lockers and change into the other set with me thinking about Devon and Buttons staring at one another's naked bodies as the other changes into or out of his bathing suit. Damn, that sounds erotic somehow. Chubby comes in and has a wise crack for everybody in the room, then pats my shoulder saying, "Thanks for ironing my stuff, Dylan," as he picks up his company t-shirt and shorts, asking, "Do we keep these clothes at the end of the summer?" As he's taking his regular clothes off, with a straight face, I say, "Afraid not. The Dickers want these used clothes back so Robby can wear them as his everyday clothes next summer." Chubby says, "Very thrifty of them." On the blacktop Robby greets his crew and Lee passes out the assignment, and then off to the equipment room we go. On the way Jerry asks, "Late night for you, Dylan? You look a little tired." I say, "Jesus, I'm hung over like a drunken sailor, Jerry. Drinking shots and beers till dawn this morning." He says, "Yeah, that'll give you the tired look alright. Hey, can I ask you for a haircut sometime this week? I promise not to nag you for anything more than the haircut." I pat his shoulder, "Sure thing, Jerry, and in case I didn't mention it, thanks for helping me finish those hedges yesterday." He says, "No problem, it's teamwork. I really like our crew of guys, and you too." I nod my head, muttering, "Thanks," but I don't want to do or say anything that he can misconstrue as me being willing to do anything more than the haircut. Then to immediate matters, no large lawns today means no extra mower on the truck. This means we can partially see Terry and Chubby on the other side of the truck and they us, so no messing around between Seth and me, and I'm glad of that today. Riding to the first job of the day, Seth does grin at me. then takes my hand and holds it between his and my leg so it's not visible to the other guys. I grin back at him thinking that Ryan used to do the same thing. Damn, I'm lucky in love... maybe too lucky for my own good. It's another hot day, of course, but we all expect to get through it easier than we did Monday or Tuesday when we had to deal with all those big-ass properties we serviced. Seth is assigned the leaf blower duty again today and, except for a few grimaces, he works without hurting his left hand too much. In the afternoon I get my second wind and by the time we're riding back to home base at the end of the day I'm feeling better than I've felt all day. We hop off the truck, the tailgate comes down, and we start unloading and lugging the stuff to the equipment room for cleaning. Inside I drop off two weed whackers, and Lee says, "Dylan, Seth can clean those, it's your turn to get the bags of clipping over to the dump truck." I go, "I'm on it, Lee," and then walk back to the truck thinking I'd rather do this then clean the equipment. I drop the bags of clippings off the bed of the truck onto the blacktop and hop off the truck, ready to begin humping them over to the dump truck, but Robby appears out of nowhere to take hold of my bicep, saying, "Hi, boyfriend," I smile at him, "Hi, boss," and he leads me to the parking lot side of the truck. I lean up against the side of it as Robby puts his hands on the truck next to my shoulders. I ask, "What?" and he says, "Here's what," and leans in for a kiss. He smells sexy like Robby always does, but also I notice the smell on him you get from being in the sun all day, and it just adds to his sexiness. My arms go around his neck and we kiss for a minute, then he kisses my cheek, looks lovingly into my eyes, and murmurs, "Te quiero, Dylan," I go, "Huh?" and he smiles, "It means I love you, and I haven't told you I love you yet today, so I'm telling you now. I love you with a deep and never-ending passion that sometimes makes me gasp because it overwhelms me and takes my breath away," and another sweet lover's kiss follows, and this one gets my dick to harden-up, and my heart to beat pitter-patter. I clutch onto him, and after the kiss I rub my nose on his cheek to smell the boy I love... the boy I love more than all the others combined. Robby holds my face between the palms of his hands, and quietly says, "I'm going to make up for all the time I couldn't be with you this summer. It was because of some of you know what, but mostly my job and baseball occupied my time. Too many things have kept me from you. The job is a sacrifice I made in that regard, and many days I regretted it too, but I couldn't let my dad and mom down either so I embraced the job and neglected the one true love of my life, you. I sincerely apologize for that." He lets go of my face and puts his arm across my shoulders and we walk around to the back of the truck again. As we walk I'm telling him, "You and I are the only two people on earth who know how much in love we are. Others may wonder why we profess our love to one another and then screw around on the side, but we know and understand the reason for it. Sometimes I doubt myself or you, but never for more then a moment in time because I know out of the blue you'll appear like you do, like you just did now and you'll fill my heart with love and joy. You and I know what we're doing and anyone who scoffs at our love can scoff away because they don't know what true love means anyway." He squeezes my shoulders, and smiles, "You put that just right, Dylan, but who scoffs at us?" I go, "I don't know, but if they do, fuck 'em." He laughs, "Yeah, fuck 'em," then taking his arm off my shoulders he lifts a bag of clippings. I struggle a bag over my shoulder and as we walk to the dump truck. When we're there we heave the bags up, then get up on there truck to dump the grass out of the bags. Back down on the ground, I ask, "Did you look up the words to say 'I love you' in Spanish?" He chuckles, "Embarrassingly, I did. I was trying to think of a romantic way of saying that to you, so I thought I'd say it in French, but I couldn't pronounce it in French. So, ya know, two years of high school Spanish. Ooh, you know what, I should have tried to say it in Italian, they're romantics, the Italians." I love Robby's sweet romantic gestures, like him memorizing that song to sing to me after we were separated during spring break, so I look Robby in the eyes, and sing it to him, "I pay rent on a run down place, there ain't no view but there's lots of space, in my heart, the heart that you own," and we sing together with Robby doing the southern twang and drawing out the words properly at the end of each phrase, "Used to be I could love here for free, way back before you brought the property, but now I pay rent on a run down place, there ain't no view but there lots of space, in my heart, the heart that you own.." we fall into each other's arms up against the side of the dump truck, tears on our faces, and hug one another, mumbling, "I love you so much..." Getting it together, Robby steps back, chuckling, "Damn, that was sweetly random, but maybe you could have chosen a more romantic spot than a dump truck." We smile at each other for a few seconds just standing here alone, then somebody calls, "Rob! Anybody seen Dickers?" Robby goes, "That's Chuck looking for today's activity report. Can we have a date tomorrow night, Dylan?" I say, "Absolutely," and he goes, "I need a haircut too, okay?" I nod my head, "Sure," and he points at me, saying, "You and me, Dylan, at least until forever," then he turns to jog back to the office wiping his eyes with his forearm. I watch him go, then just stand here a moment soaking it all in. I nod my head, then smile, and mutter to myself, "Yeah, true love, it's a powerful thing," and jog off to get another bag of grass clippings. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty of any size to help with the expense of maintaining this story site.