Date: Mon, 23 Jun 2014 11:53:53 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: Chapter  78 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

DYLAN'S  SUMMER VACATION TWO


Chapter  78


by  Donny Mumford




Thursday morning I get up feeling really good although still a little
perplexed about Devon's unusual reaction to our buddy sex last night. He
apparently feels he's a terrible person for indulging his desire to do 'it' with
me. He doesn't say the word 'fuck', he says, 'it' instead... ha ha, it's
kinda  funny, especially because he does 'it' very well. That second fuck was
so sexy  and hot, and I'm not implying that the first one wasn't. It's just
that the  second one seemed to take Devon by surprise, which is what
sometimes happens  when the urge comes over a guy so strongly he can't control
himself, and it  helps if he's with a willing sex partner. However, it's not
something he'd want to do with an  unwilling partner... there's obviously a
Grand Canyon of differences between  those two circumstances. Like Devon and me,
Ryan and I experienced hot spikes of  desire for sex with each other a
number of times, and Robby and me too, so it's  not like it's unheard of. And,
like I said last night to Devon, it's flattering  he's got this thing for me,
but he needs to give himself a good talking to and  get his head
straightened out about buddy sex. A little recreational buddy sex  on the side
relieves built-up sexual desires so you're in a better frame of mind  when having
sex with your true love. In my case that's Robby of course, and in  Devon's
case it Annie. Unfortunately some guys are hellbent on making things  more
complicated than they need to be. I don't know, maybe he's right about me
being more mature than he is, although that's kinda hard to believe considering
 some of the boneheaded things I do from time to time. A good example of
that is  me going to New York on a magical mystery tour this weekend. A more
mature guy  would know it makes no fucking sense whatsoever to put myself
into uncharted  territory like that, but I rationalize matters and break it
down to basically a  'what the fuck" kind of thing, just do it and see what
happens. It is facing the  unknown to a certain degree and therefore mildly
dangerous, but certainly not  life threatening. It's merely an experience
that'll be submissively sexy at the  very least, and probably be something
totally new. It's simple really... I want  to experience a new truly dominant
sexual personality because I haven't yet.  Obviously someone could twist things
around and say I've never jumped off the  Empire State building so that'd be
a new experience, why not do that? Absurd  comparisons are useless, of
course. It's creating a straw man position, and then  refuting it without ever
refuting my original premise. Hell, I'm not going to be  in chains this
weekend, I can leave whenever I want and I probably will leave  early, but I
happen to have the balls to see what it's all about first. I've  obviously met
John and know he's no monster, he's simply a sexual dominant  person and a
extremely attractive one at that, and then he's a normal guy in all  other
ways, except his parents are rich.


After getting ready for work I make a cup of coffee in the kitchen and
then start putting together Chubby's and my lunch. The roast beef is sliced
awesomely thin, it's medium rare, and very fresh. Travis opened a new roast
beef  for me and in every way was very nice and friendly yesterday. I got to
admit  Robby's got himself a hot side-sex partner there, fer sure. If I
didn't know  better I might suspect Travis of coming on to me a little yesterday
afternoon.  No way am I going to encourage him with that though, if that's
in fact what he  was doing. I'd never pursue anything with Travis because
he's Robby's buddy sex  partner and I wouldn't mess with that. Hmmm, I do
wonder how they're getting  along lately? Before I can give that some thought
Chubby comes bounding into the  condo giving me a hug, and then kissing me on
the lips. That's a first! He says,  "It's always the bright spot in my day
when I first see you, Dylan." Well, that  naturally gets a really big smile
from me as I nod my head, mumbling, "Tell me  more." He squeezes my hand, "Oh,
I'd just embarrass myself gushing over how  awesome you are." I give him a
look, then ask, "Okay, what is it? What do you  need from me?" and he's
like, "Don't be silly, there isn't any 'it' or anything  I need from you. It's
something cool I've worked out and want to include you in  my plans." Uh huh,
sure. I ask, "Well, do tell then. What's your, um, plan?" He  does a
nervous laugh, "Well, ha ha, it's a blind date for you with a college  friend of
Gina's. She'll be in town for a few days and, oh yeah, she lives in  Las
Vegas, isn't that cool?" I go back to making our lunch, muttering, "Las  Vegas,
that's thrilling alright. Um, there's this little matter of me being gay  of
course, but don't let that screw up your plans." Chubby says, "Well, yeah,
but as you like to say, it's a mere technicality. They don't know your
gay." I  say, "Yes, but that doesn't change the fact that I am."


Chubby smirks, then says, "Here, let me help with those roast beef subs.
We need to put more roast beef in them for one thing." He starts heaping on
the  thinly sliced roast beef as I give him my best dead eye stare. He
chuckles, then  says, "Gina saw that picture of you and me. The one I carry in my
wallet now  that dad's picture's in your wallet, and she just squealed when
I told her  you're my brother. I sorta inferred you'd go on a blind date
with one of her  girlfriends sometime. As for the specific blind date I'm
talking about, it's a  beer party so they'll be lots of other kids there. Her
brother Geno is going  with his girlfriend too." Hmmm, that peeks my interest.
Geno and Gina, brother  and sister, too cute. So as not to be too obvious
about my interest in Geno, I  say, "You've managed to go through twenty year
of life without fixing me up with  a blind date, so why now?" He says, "It's
not my fault you're so cute and Gina  was gaga staring at your picture. Ha
ha, she even said I should be Judy's blind  date so you can be hers. Anyway,
I have so set you up with one or two dates in  the past. One at Merrimack
for certain. Remember, it was at the House Of Blues?"  Well, yeah, but I was
with that girl only about fifteen minutes the whole night.  Chubby says,
"Gina will be broken hearted if you say no." I mutter, "Uh huh,  that's so not
true, but I'll do it for you anyway." He opens his eyes wide,  asking,
"Really?" I shrug and go, "Yeah, really." I want to do Chubby a favor  and at the
same time I'm kinda interested in Gina's brother. He's either sixteen  or
eighteen and I'm not sure which, plus Chubby says the brother's a
touchy/feely kid, so ya know, maybe he's on my team. Plus, Gina's cute so why  wouldn't
her brother be cute too? I say, "Didn't you tell me the little brother  is
sixteen? Why's he going to a party for twenty year old kids?" Chubby says,
"Geno was bull shitting me saying he was sixteen, although he looks sixteen.
 Gina straightened me out... the kid's eighteen. He's a bull shit artist,
but I  like him." Wrapping the subs in aluminum foil, I mumble, "Oh yeah,
isn't he the  one you said was real touchy/feely with you? Chubby laughs,
"You're going with  Judy, not Geno." I give him a look like, 'Get real!' and he
grins, then rubs my  head, muttering, "You're incorrigible."


We share a cigarette taking our time going down the steps to the Jeep,
then it hits me. "Hey, when is this party, Chubby? I'm supposed to do something
 this weekend." He says, "I know that, it's tomorrow night." Oh great! I
gotta  get up really early Saturday morning to drive to New York and I'll be
out late  with Geno, er, I mean that girl, what's-her-name, Friday night.
Swell! I say,  "Thanks for all the advance notice, bro." He stops on the steps,
and looks at  me. "I'm really sorry about that, Dylan, but Gina just found
out last night Judy  was flying in. She has a wedding to go to on Saturday
and wanted to surprise  Gina. They're best friends at college. I called Lee,
but he has a date tomorrow  night, so before I tried other guys I thought
I'd ask you." We start walking  down the steps again, as I ask, "You mean all
that stuff about Gina squealing at  how cute I am in the picture was a lie?
And she won't be broken hearted if I say  'no'?" He goes, "Um, I think I
exaggerated a few random details, but Gina did  sort of squeal, except she saw
the picture a week or so ago. Maybe it wasn't  exactly a squeal so much as
your picture took her breath away so she wasn't able  to say anything. And I
didn't actually mention I was going to ask you to be  Judy's blind date
because, um,  let's see, why didn't I mention it? Oh, I  know, I didn't want to
build up her hopes that you'd do it until I asked you." I  sarcastically
reply, "Oh, all of that sounds totally plausible, Chubby, and not  even close
to sounding like bull shit." He laughs, "Okay, the squealing part I  thought
would be kind of an important factor for you, so I threw it in to get  your
attention." I roll my eyes, then ask, "By any chance did you mention how
much taller I am then you?" He laughs again, "Hmmm, no, I don't believe I did.
 Just think how thrilled she'll be when she sees how tall you are." I
chuckle,  "Okay, but lets wear matching outfits on our double date, ya know, like
twins  and he laughs again, "Um, maybe not for our first double date with
them. Let's  save that surprise for our second one." Gee, double dating with
my brother and  Gina's girlfriend. This should be interesting... well, when
you consider Geno's  going too it's actually a triple date.




Nothing new at work today. Seth's hand is still heavily bandaged, but
today he's going to try using it with a foam rubber glove he picked up
someplace. The glove is big and kind of funny looking, like Mickey Mouse hands,  but
it cushions his sore hand effectively. No discomfort when he's guiding the
walk-behind mower to the truck. He looks so sexy today with his cool-
looking  wispy blond whiskers. When we're sitting on the bed of the truck heading
for the  first job of the day, I reach over and feel Seth's whiskers. He
grins at me and  feels my smooth whisker-less chin. Damn, I really like Seth,
but our sex  together isn't the hottest I've ever had. It's good though, I'm
not saying it's  not, but he'll never be the dominant type. It'll be sweet
sex with Seth, which  is damn nice too. I'm just afraid he's too attached to
me and he'll be hurt in  the end. I'd hate that. I guess I'm putting all my
eggs in the Connor basket  hoping and praying that works out and those too
fall for each other. Then Seth  can pine away for Connor and exchange love
letters with desire in his heart for  the time Connor's on leave again. That
would be so nice for both of them.  They're really made for each other.
Seth's very experienced at supporting  himself and he's even begun putting
himself through college using Internet  courses. He's very conscientious about
that, and God knows Connor's as  conscientious as a person can be about
everything, and he's overcome many  negative aspects of his life too. Yeah, my
matchmaking will succeed! Seth cups  my ear to yell, "Will you be around this
weekend?" I tell him the lie about the  bowling tournament. He acts
disappointed because he says he's finally caught up  on most of his college stuff and
only needs to work during the day at his Whole  Foods part time job. He has
off Saturday night and all of Sunday and was hoping  we could hook up. Ya
know, without intending to, Seth can make be feel sad more  than any other
guy except, well, except Connor. Damn, life's not fair for those  two. I can
include Cory in there too, but I'm not sure at all that he's gay. In  fact I
don't think he is.


The work moves along smoothly today with everyone in a good mood joking
and breaking each other's balls the way friends can do without even an  ounce
of malice involved. It's for laughs and we have a lot of laughs on the  job.
There's a lot of arms across shoulders and wonderful camaraderie too. After
 lunch Robby nods at me so I saunter over to him. We smile at each other.
Just  seeing him makes me smile. He asks, "We all set for our date tonight,
Dylan?" As  I light a cigarette, I go, "You bet, you still want to start with
a haircut?" He  goes, "Oh, yeah, if you don't mind. I've got the Boston
seminar this weekend and  need to look sharp. I just found out this morning I'm
not staying overnight in  Boston Saturday." Robby takes a drag off of my
cigarette, as I ask, "Why aren't  you staying overnight?" He exhales smoke,
shrugging, then mutters, "Oh,  something about one of the instructors had a
death in the family so about a  third of the scheduled presentations have been
canceled." I ask, "You  disappointed?" Robby goes, "Nah, I didn't want to
stay overnight on Saturday  anyway. I'd be sharing a room with fat Frank
Fontain, who isn't too cool. Glad I  don't need to do that now." Exhaling smoke,
I mutter, "Frank seems grumpy every  time I've seen him. Glad I don't work
for him." Robby calls out to Lee, "Five  minutes, Lee, then lets get the
guys moving," then to me, "So, um Dylan, is that  bowling thing still on this
weekend with Cory?" I do a fake cough, and go, "Uh  huh, I'm staying there
Saturday night." He nods his head, as I babble on, "Gee,  ya know, I thought
you'd be tied-up all weekend, or ya know..." He makes a face,  "Yeah, shit
happens, but we just gotta go with the flow. We'll be in our  apartment in two
weeks and make-up for all the missed opportunities to be  together this
summer." I nod my head feeling like shit for lying to Robby. It's  so not cool
lying to Robby, Chubby, and the moms! Dammit!


Still, I dug myself this hole so I gotta follow through with it now.  Robby
rubs under his nose as I step on my cigarette butt, then unconsciously I
smell the back of my wrist. Robby says, "That bowling thing you're doing this
 weekend is just my bad luck kicking in. I'm, ah, not going out with Travis
 Saturday night, obviously, because I thought I'd be in Boston. When I
found out  I wouldn't be staying overnight, guess who I thought of first?" I go,
"Um,  Seth?" and he chuckles, "No, you, knucklehead." I say, "I was
kidding, but I  know Seth's free Saturday night. I don't mean for a date of course,
I mean you  guys could see a movie or something." Robby thinks about that,
then says, "Well,  since you won't be around, I'm thinking of seeing what my
bud Dick Love's got  going Saturday night. I know he just broke up with his
girlfriend, but maybe  Seth would like to join us." I ask, "Who's Dick
Love?" "He's on our summer  league baseball team, the starting center fielder.
Good guy. Maybe we'll grab  dinner someplace and see what's happening after
that." I go, "It would be  embarrassing for Seth to have to tell you this
himself, so I'll give you a  heads-up and say it for him. He doesn't have money
to eat out, but the thing is  he wouldn't admit that and he'd spend tuition
money or money for something else  important. It's like that fifty dollar
haircut he had when he first started  working on your crew. He couldn't
afford it, but his pride wouldn't let him  admit that to the hair stylist he knew
from his old neighborhood, so he paid for  the haircut and ate Ramen
noodles all week for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."  Robby shakes his head,
muttering, "Life is so unfair to some guys. Seth's such a  good guy too. Maybe
he'd let me treat him to dinner." I go, "Please don't put  him in that
position, Robby. I know you mean well, but he'd be mortified  accepting charity.
He's struggling financially, but he still has his dignity.  Best to let the
dinner thing slide."


We're walking over to the truck with Robby mumbling, "Damn, that  depresses
me. Hey, how about this... I'll have the guys over for a little  barbecue
and some beers. My folks will be in Boston so we'll have a boys night  out.
Maybe I'll invite Lee too and a couple other guys from the baseball team.
Play some cards or something." I go, "You're a good guy, Robby. I'm glad
you're  my boyfriend, but let me handle the invite to Seth, then you can make it
official as if I hadn't already told him. He's a little shy, although he
covers  it up really well." Robby says, "I'll leave it in your capable hands,
then he  squeezes the back of my neck, leans close, and says, "I love you in
so many ways  it's bordering on insanity," and he kisses my cheek, which is
a wild and crazy  thing for him to do. Wild and crazy from his perspective,
I mean, certainly not  from mine. For me it's like so-what if the guys see
us kissing, they know we're  boyfriends. Robby's of the opinion it isn't
professional kissing on the job, and  of course he's right, it isn't. Being
professional is overrated though if you  ask me, but I respect Robby's view on
the matter. Tonight our date should be  hot. Before he climbs up in the
truck's driver's seat, I say, "How about having  dinner with Chubby and me
tonight, Robby." He goes, "Thanks, I'd like that. You  brothers cook good. See
you after my short meeting at five tonight and then a  quick shower. Is six
o'clock okay?" I go, "Yep, this'll be a good date night,  Rob." He laughs at
the 'Rob'. Then I walk around and climb up into the back of  the truck and
sit next to Seth. He slides over so he's right next to me,  grinning his cute
grin. I say, "You're cute, do you know that?" He goes, "I had  a suspicion I
was, mostly because you've told me I am about two dozen times." I  go,
"Well, you are. Listen, Robby's gonna have a barbecue Saturday night for a  few
guys and you're invited." Seth goes, "Oh, um, why didn't he invite me
himself?" I put my arm across his shoulders, which is Seth's signal to meld into
my side, as I say, "He is going to invite you himself. He doesn't know I'm
telling you, and I'm only telling you ahead of time to prepare you. Guys
like  you and me get a little shy with certain social situations occasionally,
and I  wanted to give you a heads-up so you're prepare to casually say,
'Dude, thanks,  that sound cool,' and Robby will fill you in with times and
whatever." Seth  smiles, "I need someone like you to look out for me, but
you're not shy. I am  though, and I admit it. Thanks, Dylan!"


Robby's barbecue and beer party for guys only sounds like fun. It's  cool
both Robby and Seth can have a nice time, but I gotta wonder what I'll be
doing while the barbecue's going on... yeah, I wonder. See, that's where the
adventure comes in for me. Anyway, the rest of the day goes as smoothly as
it  did in the morning and we finish early. Back at home base we change into
street  clothes, exchange fist bumps, and then everyone heads for home.
Chubby and me  walk to our Jeep as I'm explaining about Robby joining us for
dinner. Chubby  says, "That's cool, Dylan, but I've got to finish some stuff
for old man Foster  right after dinner. That way I can have tomorrow night
off. We'll pick up the  girls at eight and we'll definitely sneak in some front
loading tomorrow right."  I mutter, "Front loading is essential if I'm
going on a date with a, gasp,  girl." He laughs. Chubby is always laughing and
I'm so happy he's happy because  I don't shine if he don't shine. When we're
both shining it a bright light in  life as far as I'm concerned. He drives
as I stare at him, admiring his looks.  To me he's cuter than me, but he
doesn't agree. Looks-wise I rate Robby first,  Chubby second, Travis third, Seth
fourth, and about twelve other guys before my  seventeenth place finish. I
rate them this way because I'm modest about my  awesome appearance, ha ha!
I'm just goofing around because I feel good. Dinner  with my two favorite
guys, then a date with the love of my life and tomorrow an  adventure on a
triple date with Chubby and the soon to be known, Geno. And, oh  yeah, three
girls. Actually I feel a lot better about girls than I used to, more
comfortable with them now that I've gotten to know the posse boys' girlfriends.
Girls can be funny and fun to be with too, plus there's no sexual stress on my
part. It's kind of relaxing and makes me a better rounded person. I hope it
does  anyway. Taking a girl to a party, or just being at a party where girls
are  present, it helps tremendously that I'm a good dancer, and I can thank
Willie  for that. Hmmm, Willie? I thought I'd have heard from him by now.
Hope he's  okay.


Chubby and I take showers, then meet in his condo so we can put a
scalloped potato casserole in the oven before we go for tonight's protein, and
we're still not sure what meat we'll get for dinner. Luckily everything goes
with scalloped potatoes. There are a million recipes for scalloped potatoes,
by  the way, but we do our own. Chubby thinly slices the peeled red bliss
potatoes  while I make a roux from equal parts flour and butter. When the
flour's cooked,  but still a pale white color, I begin adding light cream little
by little until  the mixture is loose. Next a dash of nutmeg and then, with
the fire turned off,  I melt about three ounces of cream cheese into the
mixture. When it gets bubble  in the oven and combines with the potato's starch
it'll thicken up nicely. I  slice half of a Vidalia onion thinly and dice
one celery stalk. A Pyrex baking  dish is sprayed with a nonstick spray, then
some of the roux mixture coats the  bottom and we begin layering the potato
slices, onion, celery, then more roux,  sprinkling each layer with salt and
cracked pepper as we go. Repeat and repeat  until the layers are an inch
from the top, then pour the remaining roux mixture  on top... parmesan cheese
is the last ingredient. It all goes into a  three-hundred and seventy-five
degree oven and off we go to Stop & Shop with  me driving. Chubby says, "Lets
get something different tonight. We do ribs and  chicken all the time." I
mumble, "How about calves liver?" and he's like, "Not  that different! I'm
thinking lamb chops on the grille?" I say, "I like lamb  chops, but I don't
know if Robby does. How 'bout texting him," so Chubby does  and gets a
response right back. A single word, 'Yum!'. I go, "Okay, that's a  possibility, but
only if they're on sale. Lamb's expensive."


Inside Stop & Shop I do my usual quick review of talent, meaning I  check
for cute bag boys and cashiers. Nothing of particular interest today so we
walk over to the meat counter and eliminate lamb chops from the discussion
right  off the bat. For one thing the selection isn't good, and for another
thing it's  $15.99 a pound. It's even more than that per pound when you
consider the bones  are included in the weight. I go, "Okay, plan B, how 'bout
streak?" Chubby  shrugs, "That's not something different, but we'll take a
look." Hmmm, the  steak's real pricey too, then I snap my fingers, and say,
"London Broil! A sweet  and spicy London Broil on the grille." Chubby goes,
"Awesome, bro! It's on sale  for $4.99 a pound too. Dude, we haven't had London
Broil all summer." We buy a  nice looking flank steak that's a pound an
three-quarters, then we're off for  the produce department. Fresh native corn on
the cob and ripe native tomatoes  are our objective. Chubby says, "The sign
over the corn says, 'Harvested today'  so it's probably not more then two
or three days old." I chuckle, "That's the  cynical brother I love." We strip
a thin bit of husk from a dozen ears until we  find six with small shiny
kernels, then chose tomatoes. Checking out our few  purchases in the 'ten
items or less' line I see a kid come in from the parking  lot with a long row of
shopping carts he's rounded up and he's now pushing them  through automatic
doors. Well okay, finally some eye candy. My only criticism is  his longish
wavy hair. Other than that he's a keeper. Slim, with a cute face and  a few
whiskers on his chin. He's got that pissed-off expression on his face,
giving the impression of a cute bad-ass. Ha ha, you gotta love teenage boys.
Wait, a goofy looking kid just whispered something to bad-ass and he grins
this  awesome grin, oh my God, is that cute!


My concentration is broken with Chubby's saying, "Dylan. Dylan!" and I'm
like, "Huh, what?" He says, "Put the stuff on the counter so the lady can
ring  it up on the register." I look at the lady, who staring at me with her
mouth  twisted a little. She says, "Whenever you're ready. Don't mind these
people  you're holding up." I drop the package of flank steak, tomatoes, and
the ears of  corn, mumbling to Chubby, "How come I'm always the one carrying
the stuff?" He  smiles, "I don't know, maybe because you're the older
brother." The lady says,  "That'll be $12.99," I look a Chubby who's holding up a
ten dollar bill so I dig  a ten out of my pocket and we hand both tens to
her. She rings it in and gives  me change: a ten dollar bill, two ones, and a
penny. I say, "You gave us too  much." She frowns, looks at the money I'm
showing her, then slips the ten from  my fingers and replaces it with a five
dollar bill. The man bagging, a retiree  obviously, hands me the plastic bag
with our stuff in it and mutters, "Have a  good one," and the register lady
begins ringing up the next person's items. I  say, "You're welcome," to the
cashier, who doesn't even look up. As we walk  away, I say to Chubby, "How
about the ungrateful cashier not even thanking me  for saving her five
dollars. That would come out of her pocket at the end of the  day when they tally
up." Chubby shrugs, "Some people suck, plain and simple. The  trick is to
not let them bother you." I say, "Well it bothers me and did you  hear that
old guy mumble, 'Have a good one'? We've both worked in Stop &  Shop and
you're supposed to smile and make the customer feel good about paying  too much
for stuff." He pats my back, saying, "You owe me three-fifty." I hand  him
the plastic bag and come up with his share of change, muttering, "Six  dollars
and fifty cents each is damn reasonable for feeding dinner to three  guys."
He says, "That's the spirit, Dylan, look at the positive side of  things.

Just to be a brat I bitch about the ungrateful register clerk all the way
home and instead of getting annoyed, Chubby gets into a laughing fit,
muttering,  "Dylan, you're too funny." Inside the condo I check the casserole and
it's  already bubbling away. We shuck the corn on the balcony while smoking
a shared  cigarette and drinking a bottle of beer. I'm telling Chubby that
the reason  we're so tight is we always see the best in each other. Like
coming home with me  complaining about the register clerk, Chubby saw the funny
side of how useless  my complaining to him is, and instead of getting in an
argument about it he  thinks it's funny the way I let things bother me.
Chubby goes, "Actually I  wanted to pop you in the mouth and tell you to shut
the fuck up." I go, "No you  didn't, that's a lie. You'd never even think that
about me." He goes, "I know,  you're right it was a lie, I wanted to give
you a hug," and so we hug, as he  says, "Thanks for doing the double date
thing for me tomorrow night." I tell  him, "I'm more comfortable around girls
now. They're nice." He says, "Yeah, some  of them are and some of them
aren't, just like some guys are cool and some  aren't." Well, no sense splitting
hairs, but I think a higher percentage of guys  are cool, but I agree with
the overall premise.

Chubby starts the gas grille and then we go inside to mix extra-virgin
olive oil, salt, sweet paprika, light brown sugar, and chili powder together
into a paste and rub this spice mixture all over the steak. Setting it aside
to  marinate, we share a second cigarette on the balcony finishing our
beers. The  door bell rings, and I say, "I'll get it, that's Robby," and run to
the front  door to find that indeed it is Robby. He holds up a bottle of
wine, saying,  "Compliments of my dad's wine cabinet," we kiss, then I say,
"Thanks, um, do you  like wine?" He shrugs, "Sometimes I like it alright. This
one you might like  too," then he squeezes the back of my neck affectionately
and I lean against him  for a second as we grin at each other. Love is
awesome and being in love is the  awesomeness form of love. Robby gets his arm
around my neck and pulls my head to  his so he can do a long kiss on the side
of my forehead. He lets go of me,  saying, "I love, love, love how you
smell." I go, "You too, Robby," and Chubby  comes in, saying, "What have you got
there, Dylan?" I show him the bottle of  wine, mumbling, "Robby brought it
for us to have with dinner." Chubby says, "How  adult of you, boss, thanks.
Here, let me have it, bro, I'll see if I can work  mom's wine bottle opener
contraption." I say, "Robby, how about putting the corn  in that pot of
boiling water and I'll get butter on the plates." Tris has long,  narrow, curved
corn on the cob plates... I put three pads of butter in each. We  eat the
corn as an appetizer and after the first ear Chubby puts the steak on  the
grille and I take the scalloped potatoes out of the oven all bubbly and  thick
with some light browning on top. We all eat the second ear of corn without
much conversation except a muttered, "Delicious," now and then. Sweet corn
on  the cob with salt and butter is an amazingly fabulous way to get a
vegetable  into your diet. Chubby turns the steak over and we try the wine. First
taste is  borderline ghastly, but I've had worse. We're drinking the wine
from wine  glasses which is the coolest part of drinking wine. Sophisticated,
ya  know.


The London broil must be cut thin on the bias, across the grain, or it  can
be a tough cut of meat. The potatoes, plus the sweet, spicy London broil,
and sliced locally grown tomatoes make for a delicious dinner. We eat it
all,  talking mostly about returning to Merrimack in a little over two weeks,
and our  apartment and what we'll do differently this year, although our best
intentions  probably won't come to fruition. The three of us handle the
clean up and then  Chubby hurries off to his part time job. Robby and me bring
the rest of the wine  down to my condo and drink it on the balcony smoking a
Marlboro light. It's a  beautiful evening in mid August. Robby asks, "You
gonna be able to give me a  good haircut after drinking?" I say, "Oh yeah, I
had one light beer and a glass  of wine. Ah, are you going into Boston
tomorrow night with your parents?" He  says, "I'm thinking about it because the
first meeting's at eight o'clock  Saturday morning." I ask, "What about fat
Frank Fontain?" He says, "Fat Frank  isn't staying in Boston tomorrow night,
which is why I think I will. In any case  I have a meeting at work first." I
say, "Guess what I'm doing tomorrow night."  He can't guess it of course so
I tell him, and he laughs. "A blind date with a  girl. Oh man, I'd like to
be a fly on the wall for that." I mutter, "Yeah, tell  me about it. I
couldn't let Chubby down though, and anyway..." and I tell him  about Geno. Robby
says, "Well, poor Geno doesn't have a chance, but don't tell  me the
details." I go, "Oh fer God sakes, nothing's gonna happen. It's just fun  checking
him out." Then we start talking about us and drift closer together  until I
say, "Kiss me, Robby, you look sexy."

Robby's just inhaled a drag from his cigarette, so we do a cigarette  smoke
kiss where I inhale his exhale and we both exhale smoke from our nose.
This makes us laugh, then Robby says, "You do it this time," so I inhale and
our  lips come together for a kiss with my exhaled smoke drifting partially
into  Robby's mouth, but this time we both cough as the smoke comes out in
short  puffs. "Fuck that," Robby mutters with a grin. He flicks his butt over
the  balcony railing and I flick mine into the evergreen shrub that mom put
on the  deck in a big ceramic pot for decorations. Robby snickers, muttering,
"My  spastic boyfriend." He picks my butt out of the branches and flicks it
way the  fuck out there. We both watch it until it hit's the parking lot
with sparks  flying. "That's how you do it, baby," he says to me, then wraps
me in his arms  and sways us back and forth while kissing my cheek. "Oh, I
love you too much,  Dylan. I have insane fantasies of us, mostly before going
to sleep at night.  Fantasies of us getting stranded on a beautiful island
in the Pacific with warm  weather and white beaches and we're the only ones
on the island." My hands rub  his back and up the back of his head, as I
mumble, "What do we eat?" He  chuckles, "Um, there's an abandon bar and
restaurant stocked with our favorite  food and drink just for us, and a luxurious
apartment over the restaurant." I  mutter, "Convenient... that's a hell of a
fantasy." He kisses me some more, then  licks my lips, "Mmmm, you taste so
good, Dylan. Oddly, in the dream we're  handcuffed together and can't get
loose so you're always beside me."  Ha  ha, sounds perfect. Robby does a
passionate kiss on my lips now, slowly his  tongue moving against mine as his lips
suck mine and his hands massage my butt  cheeks pulling my crotch tightly
against his. I get the hardest boner imaginable  and make whiny sounds of
desire in my throat.


Without moving his lips from mine, he walks me step by step backwards  into
the living room still clutching me to him, his tongue moving on mine until
I'm dizzy with desire. Inside the condo now, still kissing, he lets go of
my ass  and pulls my shorts and underwear below my buttocks. His lips make a
wet sucking  sound when he pulls them from mine. Licking up the front of my
nose twice leaves  my nose dripping with saliva, he then turns me around and
I stand there gasping  with my boner sticking straight out from my groin.
It's so hard it looks like  the foreskin might split, and as I stare stupidly
at it as a large pearl of  precum squeezes out of the pee slit and slowly
gives in to gravity and drops,  plopping on the carpet, "Splat." Robby's fire
hydrant shaped four inch boner  pokes my asshole, and I go, "Oooh..." Robby
punches it inside me with a soft,  "Mmmm," as his arm come around my belly
down near my cock. He pulls me back onto  his hard boner with me making
squeaky noises of pleasure and my shoulders  shuddering the way they do,
seemingly on their own. When he's tight against my  ass cheeks, compressing them as
much as they'll allow, Robby nuzzles his face  where my neck and shoulder
meet, kissing, licking, then biting lightly. Still  fully impaling me and
giving me that awesome sensation of a full rectum, my head  lulls back on his
shoulder, the side of my forehead against the side of his  chin. His familiar
sexy scents fills my mind as Robby squeezes me, licking my  head and then
pushing it to the side so he can put his wet lips on my ear, and  murmur's,
"You're mine, Dylan, all mine. Try the others if you must, but in the  end
you're mine, aren't you?" My face feels hot as I sink into a luscious  trance,
feeling like we're floating. I murmur, "Yes, Robby, I'm yours and you're
mine," and he begins slowly fucking me until my head comes up and I'm
squirming  in his arms, moaning until I don't even know where I am. "Mmmmm, Robby,
oooh,  um, um, um." He picks up the speed of his thrusting, slamming into my
ass,  groaning and moaning himself now. His fat cock drives up my ass over
and over  and over forcing me up on my toes, "Aaah, ah, ah, ah." All I hear
or know about  in my world is this incredible erotic sensation in my rectum
that's spreading  all over me, and the ,"Slap, slap, slap, slap," sound
filling my world with  pleasure. Robby won't stop until he climaxes as he
breathes loudly, then goes,  "Aaaah, ooh, ooh, um, um," humping his cock back and
forth until my prostate is  vibrating and the lips of my asshole are
gripping his flying cock. My back  arches, and, "Oooooh! Eeeee," with cum pumping
out of my cock and me struggling  in Robby's strong arms. My hips hump and a
long stream of cum flies out, but I  never see it land because the sensation
of it traveling up the shaft of my boner  and out the super sensitized head
of my cock caused my eyes to squeeze close. I  embrace the otherworldly
sensations of this orgasm. Robby humps into me hard,  bending me over with his
chest on my back and his spunk splashing up into my  bowels. He groans and
humps against me again as more cum is pumped inside me  even as some of the
first cum is already coming out and wetting my ass  cheeks.


A low moan from Robby as we both stop struggling and the amazing climax
sensations continue to buzz around my body and then fizzle out and I feel
weak,  but good. My whole body shudders as the last of the scintillating
sensations  evaporate into thin air, and then we're still. No movement, just me
bent at the  waist and Robby draped on my back. Reality seeps back into my
brain and I see my  familiar surroundings. If I looked around and discovered I
was on Robby's  fantasy island it wouldn't have surprised me. Taking a hand
off my knee I slowly  raise it to my nose and smell a familiar smell on the
back of my wrist, thinking  again, 'I do smell good... they're right'. Crazy
thought, but I'm in a contended  frame of mind, not fully thinking straight
yet. That was an unexpected, but  thrilling sexual experience with my true
love Robby. As I take a deep breath  Robby lifts off my back, pumps my ass a
few times with me sucking air in through  my teeth savoring the wonderful
feelings inside me, then he backs off pulling  his cock out of me, and cum
rolls down the inside of both my thighs. He takes a  deep breath, mutters,
"Wow," then he smacks my ass, and says, "You're perfect,  Dylan. I wouldn't
change a single thing about you even if I could. Every time we  have sex
together I love you a little more, every time we kiss I love you more,  every time
I lay eyes on you I love you more." I go, "Smack my ass again to  prove it,"
and he does, "SMACK!". He chuckles, "You can't help goofing around,  can
you?" I straighten up, turn to him, and say, "I goof around to keep from
crying. Your words of love inspire me and touch my heart with the sincere way
you say the words until I want to cry tears of joy. That would be
embarrassing  though, so I goof around instead, but everything you say to me I feel for
you  equally." We hug and I have a few tears because I meant what I said.
When I'm  with Robby my alley-catting ways seem so pointless and stupid, and
yet I do it.  I know who I'm ending up with though, and that's a comforting
feeling.


We kiss and then Robby say, "Let me clean you up a little. I made a mess
in your rear end. Just stand here, okay?" He goes in the kitchen and wets a
few  paper towels, then comes back and cleans his cum off my ass and thighs.
Using a  dry paper towel to dry me. Done with that he asks the same thing
most 'tops'  ask, "Was that good for you, Dylan, because it sure was for me?"
I say, "It was  perfect, Robby, just like you." He looks at me as he makes a
funny face, then  mutters, "Neither of us is perfect, but we're pretty
close to perfect when we're  together." I mumble, "That's what I meant." He
pulls my shorts up and asks,  "Should we shave our pubes before the haircut?" I
say, "Okay by me," and we go  downstairs holding hands. I ask, "Did you get
a chance to be with that guy from  Ken's Steak House?" Robby says, "Andrew
Ventura? No, I didn't, Dylan. He called,  but I didn't like the way he came
on to me right in front of you, and then when  I introduced you as my
boyfriends he kinda blew that off and just assumed he and  I would get together. So
when he called I told him I was going out with you the  night he wanted to
get together. It really pissed me off that he called you the  wrong name
when he was going back to his table too. I knew right then I was  going to blow
him off when he called, and I did. I told him not to call again.  He's my
past, Dylan, you're my future and I felt he dissed my future, so fuck  him."
We're standing at the bottom of the stairs. I mutter, "Thanks," and he
shrugs. I ask, "Um, why didn't you tell me any of this before?" He shrugs again,
 "I don't know, it seemed awkward just bringing it up to you, like I'd be
looking  for a pat on the back or something, so I just forgot about it until
just now  when you asked me." Gee, it makes me feel good Robby was sticking
up for me like  that, and without ever expecting I'd ask about it because we
don't normally  mention our side sex. I don't even know what made me think
about it.  Huh.

Inside the half bath, Robby says, "I'll do you first," and naturally I
like that Robby still has that touch of 'in charge' about him. It makes me
think  of how awesomely bossy he was for awhile during the threesome days. I
step out  of my shorts and underwear feeling totally comfortable being naked in
front of  Robby. Well, I'm not naked because I have my Polo shirt on, but
my privates are  about as naked as they can get. I ask, "Are you still
considering doing what  Ryan asked you to do? You know, being the boss of us
twins?" Robby says, "I can  only tell you the same thing I told you last time you
asked. If you want me to  do it, I will. If you can't decide, I'll wait
until the three of us are back at  Merrimack and see what you and I think about
it when we get reacquainted with  Ryan." I ask, "He doesn't have any say in
the matter?" Robby mumbles, "Not as  far as I'm concerned he doesn't.
You'll decide and let me know whatever it is  you decide." I go, "Oh," and Robby
soaks down the stubble around my pecker and  lathers on creamy shaving
cream. With his hand slippery with the stuff he  strokes my cock, saying, "It's
easier keeping your dick out of the way of the  razor when it's hard. As he
strokes it I start little grunts, "Umm, umm, umm,  ooh, ooh, aah," and then
it gets real sensitive, feeling fantastic, and I go up  on my toes again as
he continues stroking my cock. He asks, "Feel good,  boyfriend?" I grunt,
"Yeah, but my penis is more sensitive than most. I feel  like I'm going to
cum." Robby mutters, "You just had a big climax ten minutes  ago." All I can say
is, "Mmmmm, oooh," thinking of Junior who can cum multiple  times, the
lucky bastard. Robby leans around me and pushes his finger up my ass.  I lean
forward and grab hold of his shoulders my face hear the top of his head.  He
continues stroking my cock and now finger fucking me too, mumbling, "I'd like
 to see this." I moan, "Ooooh, Robby, mmmmm." He says. "Holy shit, the way
you're  getting aroused is turning me on again," pulling his finger out of
my ass, he  mutters, "Lean over and grab the sink and stick your ass up." He
stands behind  me, smacks my ass hard, "SMACK!" then slides his cock up my
still loosely opened  anus and starts fucking me hard. Really pounding his
cock up my ass, his hands  gripping my hips.


Three or four minutes of his cock ramming up my ass and I keep thinking
I'm right on the verge of cumming, but I don't actually climax. Now Robby
begins  quiet moans of pleasure which gets me more sexually aroused. "Mmm, mm,
mm, oh."  He smacks my left ass cheek, "SMACK!" and it rings out and echo's
off the tile.  Slamming into my ass, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," really fast,
and I'm whining  with the need to climax now, and then it's on me just like
that and I squeal  thrusting my hips as a plop of watery cum splats against
the front of the sink  feeling strange, but great too. Robby keeps fucking me
for another minute or so  with me stroking myself and holding myself steady
by my one hand on the sink  absorbing Robby's body slamming against me. He
cries out, laying against my back  humping his hips and almost whining as
much as I did. Then we are still. Robby's  breathing deeply from the effort he
put into that fuck. His chest damp with  perspiration against my back.
After a bit he straightens up and steps back... we  both do a quiet, "Oooh,"
when his cock pulls free. A drool of cum slides down my  smacked butt cheek as
I stand up and turn around. We look at each other for a  second, then Robby
shrugs, and says, "That was random, huh?" I grin, nodding my  head,
muttering, "Yeah, but we should do more of it." He gives me a hug, saying,  "Oh God,
what would I do without you." A quick kiss on the lips, then we start  the
grooming all over, this time without stroking my cock.


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



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