Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 16:33:31 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter  79

DYLAN'S  SUMMER VACATION TWO


Chapter  79


by  Donny Mumford




We enjoyed a really good dinner an hour ago, Chubby, Robby, and me.  Chubby
left after dinner for his part time job, so what do Robby and I do  in the
meantime? We make love twice in my condo, that's what we do.  And,  get
this... tomorrow night I'm going on a triple date with a girl. Yep, I'm on a
blind date with a girl named Judy, my brother Chubby's with Gina, and the
third  couple is Gina's eighteen year old brother, Geno, who'll also be going to
the  beer party with his girlfriend. Should be an adventure, but probably
not the  adventure I'll have this weekend in New York. It's surprising that
I'm actually  going follow through on the trip 'cause it's kinda stupid, but
I'm feeling  compelled somehow. It's like I don't want to let John down, but
enough about  that for now. Other things are on my mind, like Robby and me
in the half  bathroom shaving each others pubic stubble. Robby's doing me
first with his left  hand moving my cock out of the way of the razor. His
fingers on my pecker aren't  even turning me on a little bit like it normally
would. That's because we just  had sex two minutes ago. As Robby finishes the
shaving and begins washing the  lather from my belly and crotch, I run my
fingers through his two tone blond  hair thinking it looks a little shaggy.
Not really surprising since his awesome  hair grows fast and it's been over
three weeks since his last haircut. When  Robby's dried my private parts, I
pull my pants up and he pulls his down,  saying, "I really like the feel and
look of a shaved groin." I mutter, "It's a  very clean sexy look, fer sure."
On my knees, it's my turn to wet down and then  lather all around Robby's
cock and balls. No sense stroking his dick because he  just used it quite
successfully up my rear-end twice, as I've mentioned. We're  both definitely out
of ammunition, spunk-wise, at least for the next couple of  hours. I
carefully shave his stubble of pubic hairs, asking, "Robby, are you  noticing any
signs of whiskers yet?" He goes, "Yeah, on my upper lip and chin,  but I've
been shaving the peach fuss every couple of days. It's kinda cool,  although
late arriving. How about you?" I mutter, "Not yet, but something should  be
happening soon, although mom did tell me my dad didn't have any whiskers,
or  much body hair of any kind for that matter. Of course he was only
seventeen at  the time he unfortunately died." Robby mumbles, "I'm so sorry that
happened,  Dylan." I nod my head, but don't respond because I get emotional
about it now  that I know what my dad looked like in life. Dead just before
reaching his  eighteen birthday... that's way too young to die. Robby pats my
shoulder looking  sad. Taking a deep breath, I change the subject, "Have you
considered not  shaving the peach fuzz? It might look sexy." Robby mutters,
"Okay, when we go  back to college I won't shave and we'll see how you like
it, but dad likes his  supervisors to be clean shaven." I go, "Huh. Okay,
um, what kind of a haircut do  you want this time, Robby?" He says, "I don't
know, do you have any  suggestions?" Everybody's been asking me that lately.


Finished rinsing off the lather I feel all around his nice looking cock
and balls, muttering, "Perfectly smooth," and then towel dry the area.
Standing  up, I'm unconsciously smelling the back of my hand, then quickly realize
I'm  doing it and curse Dougie Hamilton under my breath for putting this
silly habit  in my head. Okay, he didn't put it in my head on purpose, but it's
in there just  the same because I watched him doing it and somehow I caught
the habit from him,  like catching the flu. That kid intrigues the hell out
of me though. Dropping my  hand, I run my fingers through Robby's hair
again wondering what type of haircut  to suggest for him. Then the haircut I
gave Sonny's motorbike friend, Jamison,  comes to mind. I say, "How about if I
leave the hairs on top long enough to comb  down, but cut the bangs real
short along your hairline? I gave a haircut like  that to Sonny's friend and he
has hair that's very much like yours and mine. It  looked pretty cool when
I was done with his haircut. It's a minimal maintenance  hair style, but
different from a flattop or buzz cut." He shrugs, "Sure, I'll  try it." He
pulls his pants up as I rest the back of the chair against the rim  of the sink,
tilting the chair back so the front legs are off the floor. Robby  gives me
a cute grin and sits down for his shampoo. After kissing the top of his
head, inhaling his sexy scent, I wet his hair using the spray attachment
that's  hooked to the faucet, and then massage shampoo into his wet hair. As far
as I'm  concerned doing a shampoo for a cute guy like Robby is a very sexy
thing to do.  I like running my fingers through his hair, all warm and wet
and thick with  shampoo. I'm also massaging his scalp with my finger tips and
staring at his  cute face. This would give me a boner under normal
circumstances, but because of  our sexual activity recently my little Dylan is laying
quietly and contentedly  in my underwear feeling snug and happy. After I've
shampooed Robby's hair for  quite awhile everything begins to feel cold so
I need to rinse out the shampoo  with warm water. I do that, then towel dry
his hair vigorously. We're both quiet  during this process enjoying touching
and being touched. Robby looks so relaxed  and happy with a slight smile on
his lips and his eyes lightly closed. I take a  deep breath, so happy to be
with my true love and looking forward to the more  consistent togetherness
we'll experience at college. We're not always together  at college though,
and that's because of my part time job and his baseball team  activities. We
do take almost the same courses so we're in just about all of our  classes
together. Looking at him during class is a thrill for me and often gives  me
a pleasant boner. What an awesome feeling it is being in love! Using the
hairdryer and a brush I finish drying Robby's hair, basically training the top
 hairs to lay flat. When his hair is bone dry, laying forward and flat on
the top  of his head, I massage his shoulder, then lean over to kiss his
forehead. Robby  murmurs, "I love you, Dylan." Ah, that's music to my ears.


Needing to get on with things I reluctantly take my hands off him and his
eyes open, he turns his head to give me a smile, mumbling, "The full salon
treatment from you is awesome, boyfriend." He stands then and gives me a
kiss.  Smiling at each other we do a little clean-up in the half bath and when
done  with that we're walking over to the barbering stool as Robby's telling
me how he  called Seth regarding Saturday night and Seth's cool with the
barbecue idea.  Robby also invited Lee and a few guys from his summer baseball
team so it looks  like a fun boys' night out. He sits on the stool for his
haircut, and I tell  him, "You're a sweet guy to do a barbecue so Seth can
be included," and I remind  him about Seth's situation of only having one
friend because he simply hasn't  been around kids his own age. He's been
working with older men for almost two  years prior to this job. I go back to
casually massaging his shoulders, as Robby  mumbles, "Yeah, Seth hasn't been very
lucky in life so far, that's for sure. Do  you know what's he going to do
at the end of the summer?" I go, "That's a good  question that I don't know
the answer to. Do you think your dad could make him a  full time employee and
keep him on over the winter?" Robby's like, "I don't  know, but I'll put in
a good word for Seth and maybe tell dad a little about his  hard luck life.
Dad tries to help deserving underdogs, and the design business  is a year
round operation, plus there's the winter snow removal side of things  too, so
I'll bet there'll be a spot for Seth." I go, "Awesome, Robby!" He grins,
"Gee, I get brownie points from you and I'll be Seth's hero, so I've got
incentive to push hard for dad to keep him on as a full time employee. Hell,
he's a really good worker so why not keep him with the company. He'll get
benefits too, like health insurance and disability coverage." Man, this is
making me feel sooooo good! Okay, I'll leave it in Robby's capable  hands.


Changing the subject, I ask, "Any reunion  party plans for the lost boys,
Dodger and Connor?" He says, "My parents want to  make it more of an intimate
party this time. The going away party was awesome,  but they want to spend
as much time with Dodger as they can during the two weeks  he'll be home. I
do too, and so does Vinnie of course, so Dodger's gonna be  getting a lot
more attention than he'll probably want. Oh, and Vinnie's  resurfaced finally.
He emailed me yesterday hinting that I need to ask you if  you'll give him
a haircut before Dodger gets home. I forgot about that until  just this
minute. He wants a GI haircut like Dodger has... ha ha. Young love.  Remember
our young love a couple of years ago?" I say, "What are you talking  about,
Robby? We still qualify for young love." He goes, "Not as young as those  two,
but I see your point. Did you know I'll be twenty next Tuesday?" I go, "Of
course I did, you muppet. Happy birthday!" Then I mumble, "Hey, why the
fuck  didn't Vinnie email me? I texted him three or four times during the
summer, at  Dodger's request of course, but Vinnie never text back." Robby goes,
"Um, he  says it's too painful being with you when Dodger's not a part of
it. It makes  him miss Dodger even more because it's always been you three
together. Is he  talking about three-way sex?" I push the back of his head,
muttering, "Hey! Get  your mind out of the gutter, Robby. Vinnie's referring to
haircuts they'd always  get together. Guess he's willing to suffer through
being alone with me now that  Dodger's soon to be involved." Hmmm, that
unnecessary three-way comment from  Vinnie has Robby making a bit of a random
wild guess about Vinnie, Dodger, and  me doing a three-way. The truth is, I
could have countered with a shot of my own  by casually mentioning how I
accidentally saw the three-way Robby had with  Dodger, and Vinnie in their pool
house a long time ago. I won't do that though  because it's not my nature to
throw potentially embarrassing situations in  anyone's face. Robby's well
aware he had the three-way with them and I'll bet it  crossed his mind as soon
as he accused me of it. That's probably the reason he's  blushing right
now. Vinnie undoubtedly was referring to him and Dodger getting  haircuts
together and our three-way sex-a-thons. He needs to  watch what he says. This
falls under the heading for me of, 'Keep your side sex  to yourself!', which I
intend doing. Robby doesn't want to hear about it, which  makes so much
sense. What would be the point of making Robby jealous or him  making me
jealous? Robby and I are merely getting the side sex out of our  systems and then
we'll move on together. It's so freakin' obvious, ya know? I  don't know why
anyone wouldn't get that.


Changing the subject again, I go, "Um, do you think you and me can still
have a nice lover's time together in bed later tonight?" Robby turns his
head,  "I've been sorta considering spending the night with you. Would that be
alright?" I go, "Hell yeah, of course! I'd love that. My mom never looks in
my  bedroom and in the morning we'll be long gone before she wakes up...
it'd be  okay with her anyway, so we're good." He asks, "What will Chubby say?"
I go,  "He'll be happy that I'm happy. Me and Chubby have each other's
backs no matter  what." Robby goes, "I'll do it then. We're twenty years old for
all intent and  purposes, and we slept together last year at college, so
it's time my parents  realize I'm grown up and will do grown-up things. We
told everyone we're gay and  in love because we no longer wanted to be sneaky
about it, so that's that." I  pat his shoulder, "I agree, boyfriend, good for
you," and then I get my arms  around his neck to hug him from behind, the
sides of our faces together. He  turns his head slightly and we kiss a very
sweet kiss on the lips, then I kiss  his cheek, and say, "Let me do your
haircut now." Using a half inch guide I run  the clipper on the sides and back
of his head, then over the crown like I did  with Jamison because I like a
bristly look there, and it feels good when rubbing  over it with my fingers.
The rest of the top is left as is so it'll lay flat on  his head. Next I do
some tapering at the neck line and around his ears, and then  I cut the bangs
back to Robby's awesome hairline and taper a little into the  longer hairs
on top near the front. Outlining around his ears with the trimmer  and I'm
done, but I snip here and there to make it perfect and to stretch out  the
haircut experience. Finished I give Robby another hug around his neck and a
long kiss on the side of his forehead. I'm so in love with him and his
personal  scent it's mind boggling. As I'm kissing his forehead Robby reaches back
and  curls his arm around my neck holding my face against his. Sweet!

Finally we let go of one another and I brush loose hair clippings from  his
shoulders, asking, "What would you like to do now?" Robby says, "First,
look  at my new 'do', and then I'd like to do some shopping at the mall for
some new  clothes. You know, head back to college looking good." I pass him the
handheld  mirror and Robby checks himself out feeling his hair, then looks
at me, "It's  original, and really styling and different. You're a genius!
Ha ha, I can't  understand why you're not thinking of a career as a hair
stylist." I go, "That's  easy, I only like giving haircuts and salon treatments
to guys around my own  age. If I had a professional shop I'd need to
accommodate little kids bitching  about getting their hair cut and older guys still
wearing their hair in an  eighties style, and I don't want to do either of
those things. To me,  haircutting for my friends is just a fun hobby." Robby
gets up, and while  putting his shirt on, says, "Actually I'm glad you're
not gonna pursue that  career because I want you to work for me after
college." I say, "Sounds good to  me, boss." He grins at me, nodding his head, "I
like being your boss and I'm  gonna get better at it in order to please you
more." That sounds good to me. We  clean up the area and then Robby takes my
hand and we go upstairs with him  asking, "Are you going to buy anything
tonight?" I go, "I might buy everything  you buy so we can dress alike going to
classes on campus." He laughs, "Um, lets  not do that." Nobody wants to
dress alike... it'd be phat!


Robby drives to the mall with us talking about working together after
college, although it's probably won't ever happen. As he drives and talks, I
stare at the side of his cute sexy face feeling an aching love in my heart,
which finally awakens my dick from it's nap. In the mall we check out the
men's  section in Macy's because Robby likes to buy things on sale, and Macy's
always  has sales. He buys black Wrangler jeans with skinny legs, two thin
and soft  flannel shirts, a Nike sweatshirt, and two pair of cargo pants. I
carry one bag  and he carries the other as we walk around to the Polo section
of men's wear. I  buy two long sleeve Polo rugby style shirts on sale and a
mock turtleneck  sweater. Then it Abercrombie and Fitch where I see things
I really like,  but Robby's soon muttering, "Everything's too expensive," so
we check out Sears.  I rarely buy anything in Sears, but Robby finds some
retro Converse sneakers he  likes. They're cool so he buys them and then a
cool pair of pajamas that he'll  rarely wear to bed, but it's awesome lounging
around the apartment in pajama  bottoms and even going on campus wearing
them. We look at other stuff, but  nothing clicks so we take our purchases to
the car, then go back into the mall  looking for a late dessert. We didn't
have dessert with dinner and we both have  a sweet tooth that needs
attention. As we're approaching the food court,  probably without thinking about
doing it, Robby takes my hand. I enjoy holding  hand with him, but I don't
mention it for fear he'd feel self conscious about  holding hands in public and
let go of my hand. That's the way I used to be in  public when Willie held my
hand or walked with his arm around my waist, but he  broke me of that after
awhile. I say, "I'm thinking a piece of cake for dessert  tonight would hit
the spot, you know, vanilla cake or cupcakes with butter cream  frosting."
Robby goes, "Yeah, maybe with some ice cream, or pie a la mode. Peach  pie
and peach ice cream." I go, "Fat chance of finding that in the food court."
Robby goes to say something, but we hear. "Dickers, is that you?" Robby
stops,  still unconsciously holding my hand. We turn and sees three clean-cut
looking  kids about our age, but I only recognize one of them. Hmmm, I know
the pudgy  kid, but for the life of me I can't think of his name. Robby says
to the tall  one, who called out to him, "Talman, what's up?" then realizes
he's holding my  hand and lets go of it with his face turning red.


I give the three kids a blank stare being sure to maintain steady eye
contact. The pudgy kid I recognize, but can't think of his name, says, "I'm  not
surprised your queer, Newman, you look like  a pretty girl to start with,
but I'm surprised your, um, jock boyfriend here is  queer too." I say, "Oh
yeah, what about it, pudgy?" He gives me the finger, so I  say in a serious
manner, "And, ya know, giving the finger and using the word  queer are such a
childish taunts, don't ya think? Ya know, for someone your  age." His lip
curls, "Fuck you, fairy," and Robby punches him in the stomach.  The kid
doubles over in pain as a mall cop comes running and gets between us and  the
others. The pretend cop talks quickly into his radio, saying some code,
adding, "At the food court," then he says to all of us, "No fighting in the mall
unless you want to spend a few hours in jail before you see a justice of the
 peace." Talman points at Robby, yelling, "He sucker punched my friend,
Ned." Oh  yeah, Ned Sarocini, that's his name. He was in my homeroom our junior
year of  high school. The mall cop asks Robby, "Why'd ya punch him?" Robby
says, "He  called me and my friend a homophobic slur," and then I add in my
most sincere  voice, "Words hurt too, ya know." Everyone except Robby looks
at me with frowns  on their facers as Robby fights off a chuckle, then
another mall cop comes  hurrying over obviously excited that there's a little
action in the mall giving  him the chance to pretend he's a real cop. He says,
"What do we have here,  Bernie?" Bernie's a tad on the overweight side
himself. He nods his head,  saying, "Homophobic slurs being tossed around," and
Talman again says, "He  sucker punched my friend, forget the slur." The
second cop says to me and Robby,  "You two run alone while my partner and I get
to the bottom of this situation of  slurs being tossed around." Talman and
the third kid, a dorky looking kid with  red hair and tiny eyeglasses, quietly
says, "He punched this kid in the  stomach!" Robby and me walk away as
Bernie's lecturing the trio, "We don't  tolerate bullying in the mall." The last
thing we hear is Talman screaming,  "That fag punched my  friend... a
fucking sucker punch!"

As we're heading down the escalator, I ask Robby, "Do you suppose both
mall cops are gay?" Robby shrugs, "Maybe they're just upholding political
correctness in the mall and feel a punch in the gut is justice for taunting, or
maybe they're both gay like you say. Awesome coincidence if they are." I
go,  "Huh," and Robby grins, saying, "I got that fucker right in the solar
plexus  too," and we both chuckle, then I go, "That had to sting!" Robby flexes
his  hand, saying, "No, not at all. It was like punching a pillow." I laugh
because  he knew what I meant. We wander around the first floor of the mall
looking for a  place to get either cake and ice cream or pie and ice cream.
Finally Robby says,  "Lets try Friendly's, there's nothing here that
appeals to me." Outside now,  we're both looking around for the trio of homophobic
slur-throwers, but they  don't appear to be around. Robby pulls half a rake
or broom handle out of a  trash container near the dock where stuff is
unloaded from trucks. Holding up  the handle, he says, "This makes it and even
fight, three against three. That's  assuming those asshole are waiting for us
in the parking lot." I say, "Just  don't kill anyone if you can help it.
You tend to lose your mind in a fight." As  we're just about to get in the
pickup, the kid who I know, yells, "Faggots!" and  Talman yells, "That's right,
run away, ya fairy girls." The trio is a hundred  yards away on the other
side of the parking lot. The dorky quiet kid doesn't say  a word so I guess
his heart isn't into a confrontation. Robby looks at me, and  asks, "What do
you want to do? We can give them the finger and take off, or go  over and
kick some ass." I haven't been in a real fight for quite some time, but  I'm
kinda worried Robby will get carried away if we get into it with these guys.
Still, I don't feel like backing down, so I say, "Fuck it, lets go over
there."  Robby smiles a scary smile, muttering, "I'm gonna do some damage on
their asses.  That Talman creep isn't tough and the fat one I punched doesn't
look like he can  get out of his own way." I go, "Plus, the dorky kid
doesn't appear to be engaged  in this misunderstanding, so it's probably not going
to be a fair fight, but  they need to learn some manners."

Robby's got a 'look' in his eyes that's unsettling. I'm glad he doesn't
get that look when he's upset with me. We're walking quickly towards the trio,
 who have now lost all their bravado and are busy exchanging worried
glances with  each other. No more taunting of any kind coming from the heretofore
big mouths.  When we're halfway to them, Talman gives us the finger,
snarling, "We're not  gonna get in trouble kicking two faggots asses, ya fudge
packers. You're not  worth the trouble." Robby and I start running full speed
towards them. They look  startled, then they're bumping into each other trying
to get into the car. They  all get in with doors slamming. The silent
member of the trio is at the wheel  and he hurriedly backs out of his parking
space too fast, almost hitting another  car, then he guns the engine and takes
off with wheels squealing. We're on the  first floor of a three level
parking garage so the sound from the squealing  wheels echoes off the cement
walls. Robby and I stop to watch the trio leave the  parking garage, then they
run a red light heading for route 9. Robby nods his  head at them, a disgusted
expression on his face as he drops the broom handle,  and mutters, "Fuck."
We turn around and walk back to the pickup. Frankly, as far  as I'm
concerned those cowards running away like that was better than winning a  fight with
them. In their hearts they know they turtled like pussies, all bark  and no
bite. I think Robby would rather have had the fight because he's got sort
of dangerous side to him that few people know about, and those few who do
know  about it aren't likely to fuck with him again... or me either for that
matter.  This dangerous trait Robby has belies everything else about him
that's basically  the opposite of dangerous. It's probably good to have that
killer instinct for  the rare times you need it, but he doesn't appear to have
a filter for it, if  you know what I mean. At the pickup, Robby says, "Damn,
my body's got all this  adrenaline floating around in my blood now." He
shrugs his shoulders to loosen  them up, then says, "Lets have a cigarette,
baby, I gotta calm the fuck down. I  was really hoping to pound that asshole's
balls up into his throat."  I  stare at him as Robby lights his cigarette
with trembling fingers. It's a little  scary, but he's calmed down by the time
we silently finish smoking the  cigarette. Robby puts his arm across my
shoulders and hugs me against him,  saying, "We scared the shit out of those
chicken-ass douche bags, dude. Don't  fuck with the gay guys if you know
what's good for you." I nod my head,  mumbling, "Uh huh. Lets get that dessert we
started out to get before we were so  rudely interrupted." Another hug from
Robby, he goes, "Absolutely, Dylan,  Friendly's here we come."


As he drives I can tell Robby's still a little tense because his body's
stiff and he's quietly sucking on his lips, probably running the incident over
 in his head. That temper of his could get him in trouble some day, but I'm
gonna  make it my business to see that doesn't happen. Next time I'm gonna
try  swallowing my pride and walking away from a fight, if I'm with Robby
that is.  That's assuming it's possible to do so without losing too much face.
Even for a  good reason like protecting Robby from himself, there's still
only so much a guy  can take. I'll need to walk a tightrope with that. By the
time we get to  Friendly's Robby's mostly back to his sweet smiling self.
The parking lot is  always a problem when patronizing this Friendly's because
the damn parking lot  is too small and therefore usually full. There's a
parking spot in back though,  so Robby puts his turn signal on, but before he
can pull into the open spot  another car slips by us and goes into it. Robby
glares at the driver, who's a  middle age man, probably with his wife
because there are two kids in the  backseat. Tapping his fingers on the steering
wheel, still glaring at the  driver, Robby mutters, "What a fucking
asshole." I say, "Yeah, he is, but what's  new? We live in Massachusetts where all
drivers are asshole's, present company  excluded of course." He nods his
head, still glaring at the man as the man,  woman, and kids get out of the car.
The man's big and tall. He walks right over  to Robby's pickup and taps on
his window. With his lip curling, Robby hits the  power window button and the
window goes down. The man asks, "You got a problem,  kid? Why are you
staring at me?" Robby's got that look in his eyes again, still  staring right at
the man, so before he can say anything, I lean over, and say,  "That was a
rude move taking our parking spot, as a grown man you should know  better
than that." The man points at me while pulling his wallet out and  flipping it
open displaying his badge, smugly saying, "Police officer, Snyder.  One more
fresh comment from you and I'm calling backup and you two will be  arrested
for breaking the peace." I say, "That's the spirit, protect and serve,
officer. Good police work here instigating a confrontation." He goes to say
something, but the woman with him, says, "For God sake, Arnie, you're making a
 total jackass of yourself again, and in front of the kids too. Great role
model  you are. Just get your ass in the restaurant!" He looks at her and
swallows,  then points at us. She grabs his arm, saying, "Lets go! You've
proved once again  your still the bully you were in high school. Grow the fuck
up!"


The cop's kids are teenage boys around fourteen or fifteen years old.  Cute
twins, who are both looking at their father with expressions of disgust on
their faces, slowly shaking their heads. The slightly taller of the two
says,  "Sorry, guys, but just be glad you don't have to live with him." The cop
snaps  out, "Move it, Steven, and button your lip." The cop then slinks
away with his  wife pulling him by the arm. He never looks back. Robby asks me,
"How come you  and me can't ever have a pleasant restaurant experience?" I
shrug, "Ya got me,  but don't forget all those golden nights we've had
together." He mutters, "Can't  think of one that happened in or around a
restaurant." I'm like, "Well, be that  as it may, going into Friendly's doesn't seem
like a good idea now." Robby backs  up, muttering, "No place to park
anyway." He appears satisfied with the outcome  of our latest scrimmage with
humanity, so we decide to try Sunnydales, with  Robby mumbling, "I'm getting you
a dessert if it kills me." No problem parking  at Sunnydales, then inside I
see some of the posse boys laughing at something  near the back of the room.
It's Bean, Dawg, and Manny. Bean sees me and yells,  "Dylan, sit with us."
I wave as Robby and I get in line, with him muttering.  "Ah, the posse
boys." Sunnydales doesn't sell cake or pies so I get chocolate  chip cookie ice
cream in a cup, and Robby gets a double cone of peach ice cream.  I ask, "Do
you mind sitting with the boys?" and Robby's like, "Not at all,  they're
good guys." He knows them from playing in those softball games, the ones  Robby
shined in. At the table we don't do the posse greeting, just the bump fist
part of it and then we sit down as Dawg, in his low slow low manner of
speech,  is telling a joke. He says, "Here's the difference between having guts
and, ya  know, having balls. There's a difference with balls being the top,
ya know?"  Bean says, "Um, Dawg, what's the joke, buddy?" Dawg's like, "Oh
yeah, guts is  like when a married guy arrives home late after a night out
with his buddies and  meets his wife at the door. She has a broom in her hand,
and the husband has the  guts to ask: 'Are you finally cleaning, or are you
flying somewhere?'" That's  worth a chuckle, then Manny asks, "What's the
balls part?" and Dawg goes, "Balls  come into play when the same guy comes
home late after allegedly being out with  the guys, but smelling of perfume
and beer, with lipstick on his collar. A guy  with balls will slaps his wife
on the ass, saying, 'Don't look so glum, you're  next, chubby.'" We all look
at Dawg, a little disappointed at his joke.  His eyes travel around our
group, then he shrugs and mutters, "Guess  that's a joke for married people."
Bean says, "It don't make no sense to start  with, Dawg. I mean who would be
stupid enough to keep dissing his wife, ya  know?" Dawg frowns, "It's my
mom's joke. I heard her tell it to my aunt and they  both laughed. It seemed
funny at the time." Manny says, "Hey, Dawg, maybe it was  hearing your mom say
the word 'balls' that made you think it was funny." Dawg's  serious, "No,
Manny, she says 'balls' all the time." We all suppress our grins  so as not to
hurt Dawg's feelings.


Next our conversation is about something we all have in common, and that
would be our two victories in the softball games that featured beer for the
winners. Robby gets his ego inflated a little when the posse boys regal some
of  Robby's hits and general stellar play at shortstop. We all sort of bask
in the  fact we beat a team of guys in their mid to late twenties, and then
beat them  again, beat then like a drum the second time. Then, Manny, the
brainiac, asks,  "Have you boys ever wondered why it's called 'after dark'
when it's actually  'after light'?" Bean says, "No, why, Manny?" Manny
chuckles, muttering, "That's  our boy Bean, if he wasn't for real we'd have to make
him up. Did you ever hear  the term, expect the unexpected? Well, doesn't
'expecting the unexpected'  actually make 'the unexpected, expected'?" Bean
asks, "Whaddaya mean, Manny?" We  all chuckle, as Bean goes, "What?" Robby
says, "I've always wondered why the  word 'abbreviated' is such a long word."
Manny grins, asking, "And why do we  drive on a parkway and park on a
driveway?" I ask, "Okay, here's one: why do  'overlook' and 'oversee' seem almost
the same thing, but mean the opposite?"  Bean says, "They don't, that's why,
Dylan! Fuck, you guys get confused easily,  don't ya?" Manny chuckles,
saying, "How 'bout this, Bean, "Why is 'phonics' not  spelled the way it
sounds?" Bean says, "It is, nitwit," and he spells,  "F-O-N-I-T-E-S, phonics," then
he asks, "What are phonics anyway?" It's a mildly  amusing time with the
posse boys, all of whom I like, especially because they're  all rocking the
exact same short burr haircut, and all of the haircuts,  including Robby's,
are my handiwork. The posse boys are apparently used to their  haircuts by now
because their ultra short haircuts aren't even mentioned. No one  mentions
Ray, and I don't want to either, although I'm curious about his new
boyfriend. Also I'm glad neither Devon or Sonny are here tonight. That could be
awkward. Now Manny enlightens us dummies with some facts that sound very much
like Chubby's factoids. He says, "Money isn't made of paper, it's made out
of  cotton." Bean, always with an opinion, usually an incorrect one, says,
"Same  thing, paper is cotton," and Dawg says, "No, it's not, Bean." Beans
says, "Yeah,  paper is made out of cotton. What'd you think, paper grows on
trees?" This  reminds me of the discussion with Chubby's girlfriend, Mary Jo,
about  extraterrestrial life. Bean's playing the part of MJ, obviously.
Manny says,  "There are no words in the English dictionary that rhyme with the
words orange  or silver." Bean says, "So what?" and Robby looks at me rolling
his eyes. Manny  has some more that are so far over Bean's head he can't
think of a bizarre  conclusion to any of the.


When Manny loses interest in fascinating us with his observations, we
finish our ice cream discussing the Patriots and the NFL in general, and then
Robby's experience on the other side of reality with the posse boys comes to
an  end, and we all get up from the table. The three posse boys are going to
hit  some baseballs in the batting cage while Robby and me have something
else in  mind. Tonight the posse boys were a little goofy and I can
understand if Robby  wouldn't want to hang out with them to the extent I've been
doing this summer,  but I like them and they like me. Before going our separate
ways Dawg, Manny,  Bean, and I do the posse fist bump, hug, and pat on the
back with me running my  fingers over each of their burr haircut heads. Manny
says, "Don't be a stranger,  Dylan," then to Robby, "Nice to see you again,
Rob." Dawg and Bean mutters,  "Yeah, good ta see you guys." Outside Robby
chuckles, "Quite a crew you got  there, Dylan. Quite a mix." I go, "Yeah,
they're different, but they're all good  guys basically. There are so many
a-holes in the world I'm glad to know some  normal straight guys who aren't your
typical a-holes." Robby shrugs, mumbling,  "Yeah, I guess," and we get in
his pickup. He looks at me, then says, "I can see  why those guys like you,
Dylan. Hell, everybody likes you." I say, "Thanks, the  same to you," which
makes him laugh for some reason. Oh yeah, maybe because it's  that thing
where Robby compliments me and I say, 'Same to you...', ha ha, I  don't do that
on purpose.

Robby parks down from my condo a little ways, which means it's faster for
us to  get to my condo if we cut across the lawn of another condo building
and come up the back driveway to my condo. As we're walking down the dark
back  driveway I see the red dot of a cigarette on Chubby's balcony, and yell
up,  "Hey, knucklehead, don't you know your secondhand smoke is dangerous to
my  health?" Chubby laughs, then leans over the balcony and flicks his
cigarette  butt towards me. Robby's awesome eye-hand coordination enables him to
flick his  hand out and snatch the butt out of the air between his fingers.
He takes a drag  and tries flicking it back up at Chubby, who's laughing.
Then he says, "Bet you  can't do that again, Robby." I say, "How 'bout you
bring a six pack down to my  balcony, Chubby." He goes, "Yes, brother," and
disappears inside as I type in  the code that lets Robby and me into my the
garage. From the garage we walk  through the finished basement and up the
stairs where we find Chubby coming in  the front door. He's got a six pack of
Heineken beer with him. I go, "Ew,  bitter," then give Chubby a hug and a
quick-as-a-wink kiss on his lips, a la  Dodger and Robby. Chubby asks, "Where
you guys been?" We walk out on the balcony  with me snagging the CD player on
the way. Robby and Chubby quickly rush over  and jump into the only two
cushioned outdoor chairs. They're smirking at me  because I'll have to stand. I
go, "I didn't want to sit down anyway." Plugging  in the CD player, I switch
it on and out comes 'The Killers' performing their  'Sam's Town' CD which
begins with the title cut. This cut starts out with an  instrumental, then
Brandon Flowers sings, "Nobody ever had a dream 'round here,"  then a little
later I sing along with him, "Whadda you waste my time, is the  answer to the
question on your mind." Chubby says, "You've always had a good  singing
voice, bro," and I say, "You should hear Robby sing." Robby goes, "Oh,  please,
Dylan!" Chubby and I tease Robby into singing something, so he finally
sings with the CD, "I see London, I see Sam's town," finishing two verses of
the  song, sounding just like the lead singer. Chubby goes, "Holy shit! Let's
start a  garage band." I say, "Maybe we should learn a musical instrument
first, at least  one of us." Then we all sing along with Brandon, "You sit
there in your  heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy to save you from your
old ways....  watch it now, here he comes. He doesn't look a thing like
Jesus, but he... talks  like a gentleman, like you imagined when you were...
young." Then after we all  open a beer, we sing, "We're running down the highway
skyline on the back of a  hurricane, like when we were young. The word
'young' gets dragged out a little,  which Robby does perfectly.

Then we all sing different lyrics, all the wrong ones now, and give up on
the singing. Chubby says, "You guys sing too good, you make me sound bad.
Anyway, you never said what you two hot shit's were up to this beautiful
evening, and please, no tales of sex 'cause it'll just make me feel left out."
We tell him about the incident at the mall and the pompous cop fiasco at
Friendly's. He goes, "Sounds like a fun night. Buying stuff, scaring bullies,
 and backing down Officer Snyder." I say, "Mostly his wife did that," and
then  Chubby tells us about his latest nightly fight with MJ. This fight was
about who  needs to apologize first after a fight, the guy or the girl. Not
surprising that  each of them felt the other was the right way to go. Chubby
thinks arguing with  Mary Jo is funny, but to be honest all his and MJ's
fighting and arguing seems  tedious to me. We gulp some bitter beer and light
cigarettes feeling young and  cool. I try some of Manny's factoids on
Chubby, two of which he somehow knew and  correctly answers. I go, "You're no fun,
mister know-it-all." He laughs, and  asks, "What's the reason Donald Duck
is banned in Finland?" Robby and I look at  each other, shrugging, Chubby
goes, "This is the truth. Finland banned Donald  Duck because he, or it, isn't
wearing pants." I go, "Get out!" Chubby laughs,  and then says what he
always says, "Google it, bro." We start talking about our  summer and how it's
almost over and then Chubby and I tell Robby some of the  nutty things that
happened in Wildwood and he shakes his head, muttering, "I'm  jealous. I
didn't have a vacation this summer." Gee, I didn't think of that or I  wouldn't
have described how much fun Wildwood was.


We all open our second beers, light up cigarettes, and Chubby says, "Get
ready to have your minds blown. During my factoid research, I came upon some
interesting stuff about what our bodies, an average body, produces in a
year.  For example, how much hair growth is there in a year?" I say, "At least
six  inches," and Chubby goes, "Well, yeah, I should have known you'd know
that, but  how about shedding skin?" Robby says, "I'll go out on a limb and
say a half  pound of shed skin a year," and Chubby goes, "How about almost
nine pounds a  year. The average person also sheds about twenty-two gallons of
tears in a year  and sixty gallons of sweat." I go, "Forgive me, but this
is gross and, um, if I  may add, it's sounds impossible, and sorta like a big
crock of bull shit."  Chubby spreads his hands, "Don't kill the messenger,
bro, it's what I read in a  scientific journal." Robby asks, "Which one,"
and Chubby laughs, "Okay, not a  scientific journal so much as a video I saw
on line, but it's suppose to be  accurate, it wasn't a joke or anything." I
say, "Well gross me out some more.  How 'bout saliva, that must be a lot,"
and Chubby says, "Yep, it's ninety-six  gallons of spit a year, and one
hundred thirty-three gallons of piss."  Swallowing some beer I look skeptical,
then laugh because it's all so ludicrous  and obviously random bull shit. Robby
asks, "How about doo dooies?" and Chubby's  like, "I believe the average
person passes three hundred and sixty pounds of  shit a year, which is a pound
each day basically." Hmmm, that sounds possible  when you break it down by
days, but three hundred and sixty pounds of shit,  every year, from every
person on earth! Where does it all go. I mutter, "I gotta  check this out," so
we all go in my bedroom and Google this stuff and are amazed  to find some
estimates are actually higher than Chubby's, like one place said  humans
swallow almost forty more gallons of saliva then Chubby said. We discover  one
estimate that's twelve gallons less than Chubby claimed for sweat, but
mostly Chubby's numbers ware confirmed. Gross and weird at the same  time.


Walking back to the balcony, Robby mumbles, "I feel so much smarter now,"
and Chubby says, "That's my mission, to enlighten the masses." I tell Chubby
 about Robby sleeping with me tonight, and he goes, "Well, you two slept
together  all through our freshman year so it's not exactly a news flash.
Enjoy yourselves  and, of course, it makes me jealous and totally left out."
Then we go into the  whole 'love' topic and how much of a crap shoot it is to
find somebody to love.  Then Robby goes, "Oh, I kinda tell my rents I won't
be home tonight." I go,  "Yell them you're alright, ya just won't be home
tonight." Chubby says, "Lyrics  from the Counting Crows' song, 'She Don't Want
Nobody Near', am I right?" I go,  "Bingo, bro. Cool song." Robby's
delivering the news to his mom, but while doing  it he backs off his earlier
declaration that his parents need to realize he's  all grown up and will be doing
grown-up things. Instead he tells his mom that  it's getting late and he,
Chubby, and I are working on plans for our sophomore  year in the apartment so
he'll probably crash on the sofa at either my condo or  Chubby's. I look at
him questioningly with my eyebrows raised, and he laughs,  muttering, "I
chickened out a little, but not much. I'm staying aren't I?" I go,  "No problem,
Robby, I'm teasing you." Somehow we get on the topic of how much  the three
of us have to be grateful for, and with the help of the beers we  manage to
overdo it a little, but the thought is there. It's good to acknowledge  how
much we have and to appreciate it. This leads to talk of how bad Cory,
Connor, and Seth have had it during their teen years. Chubby and I compliment
Robby for accommodating Seth with the barbecue Saturday night. Then I get
praised for picking up Connor and Cory for the going away party at the
beginning  of the summer. Robby and I compliment Chubby then on the way he has of
making  these sociably shy guys comfortable, especially Cory. Our arms are
tired from  patting ourselves on the back by the times Chubby calls it a
night. He collects  the empty beer bottles and takes them with him and leaves to
go up to his condo  and bed.


Robby and I look at each other for a second as the last of the second CD
plays out, and there's silence. Finally, I ask, "Do you want to take a shower
 before bed, Robby?" He says, "Yeah, I guess, but can you lend me clean
clothes  for tomorrow?" I mutter, "Of course I can, silly." Robby and I walk
hand in hand  through my bedroom into the bathroom where I set him up with a
clean towel and  washcloth, bath gel, and shampoo, although I just shampooed
his hair three hours  ago. Then I think of clean boxer shorts for after his
shower and get a pair of  my newest boxers. Handing them to him, I mumble,
"I'll change the sheets so you  have fresh sheets," and he says, "Oh, I'd
like to sleep on the ones you've been  sleeping on." I go, "Okay, sure. Enjoy
your shower." We're feeling a little  awkward right now because this is a new
experience, sleeping together in my bed  here at home when later my mom
will be sleeping two doors down from us. We've  had sex in my bed before of
course, but not for awhile now and never an  all-nighter here. I wander around
my bedroom straightening it up a little, then  realize I need to pee some
beer so I use mom's bathroom remembering to put the  seat up first, then put
it down when I'm done. Back in my bedroom I pick out the  two newest pairs of
clean shorts and t-shirts I can find for Robby and me to  wear tomorrow.
Last item I need is sweat socks. Then I go in the kitchen and  make lunch for
Chubby and me. Robby eats with the supervisors, but he brings his  lunch so
I make a separate lunch for him. The lunches consist of my home made
chicken salad sandwiches on rye bread, deviled eggs in a ziplock sandwich bag, a
bag of potato chips for each of us, and sixteen ounce bottles of Snapple
iced  tea with lemon and sugar. Then I stick big store-wrapped brownies in the
lunch  bags for dessert. Feeling proud of myself I walk back into the
bedroom just as  Robby's coming out of the bathroom. He says, "I just thought of
this, I need a  lunch for tomorrow." I say, "No you don't. I made your lunch,
it's in the  refrigerator," and then I tell him what it is. He seems
touched, "You're so  nice, Dylan. You're the nicest kid I know." I mumble, "I hear
that all the time,  but thanks." He laughs and gets his arm around my neck
kissing the side of my  head, then he repeats what I said, "You hear that
all the time, huh? Ha ha, I  love you so much," and another kiss. He smells
clean, although right now it's  mostly the bath gel, but that wears off
quickly and soon I'll be savoring his  sexy scent, clean and vibrant and perfect.


When I come out of the steamy bathroom all clean and shiny, I see my  re
flection in the big mirror over my bureau. Hmmm, I'm thinking my tan is
looking healthy and cool, and I'm feeling good. I find Robby in bed staring at  me
with his hands behind his head on my pillow. His elbows stretch out almost
the width of my little single mattress. He says, "We'll need to sleep in
each  others arms or one of us is gonna fall outta this tiny bed on our ass."
I say,  "Exactly the reason I have a small bed." He mutters, "Good plan."
Moving his  hands from behind his head, he moves over a little as I climb into
bed with him.  Robby immediately wraps me in his arms and kisses the side
of my neck, then  under my chin. He murmurs, "I could eat you up, baby. When
you walked out of the  bathroom just now in your boxer shorts I had to
stifle a gasp. I take for  granted and even forget sometimes how absolutely
boyishly beautiful you are, and  your killer body is so perfect. You're like a
sculpture of the perfect male  form." I say, "And my dick's perfect for my
body too, right?" He laughs, "You're  never serious. You should learn to accept
compliments graciously. Especially  since you get so many of them." I
snuggle in against him, and say, "I already  told you I act silly when things are
said that seem so wonderful I might cry,  like you are describing me just
now. I know I'm far from perfect like you said I  was, but the fact you said
it brings joy to my heart and a tear to my eyes." He  rubs the palm of his
hand against the side of my face, murmuring, "You can cry  anytime you want
as far as I'm concerned, it'll just make me love you more," and  he squeezes
me in a big hug, then kisses me.  My lips find his and I moan  quietly as we
kiss, then his tongue goes into my mouth. "Mmmmm, uuuummmm," with  wet
mouth sounds now as he sloppily but deliciously sucks and kisses my lips,  then
licks up the front of my nose and I revel in being Robby boyfriend and
lover.


The purity of true love, a young innocent naive love, like Robby's, fills
my heart and spreads all over me making me swoon in a goofy way. I can't
help  myself because I feel so wonderfully happy with Robby. I never feel this
way  with anyone but him and the feeling seems to intensify the longer we're
in love.  Robby pushes back on the top of my head, his powerful arms
pushing my head back  and to the side a little. He holds my head there sucking a
hickey on my neck.  Supposedly anyone who sees it will know I'm Rob Dickers'
property, so hands off.  At times like these I wish that's how it was in
reality, but it isn't yet.  Someone like Willie, Ryan, or Ray seeing Robby's
hickey would just give me a  bigger one themselves. Still, I love getting a
hickey from Robby more than from  anyone else. His scent fills my senses as
his tongue continues licking and his  lips keep sucking the same spot on the
side of my neck. When it starts to sting,  I squirm, murmuring, "Robby,
um..." and he takes his lips away, saying sternly,  "Be still until I'm satisfied
with this." My cock gets bone hard as he goes back  to sucking and licking.
Over the years he's learned to be stern, mostly at my  urging, and often
now he's stern with me as naturally as if it's something he's  been
comfortable with all along, when we both know it wasn't that way in the  past. It is
now though, and oh how I love it.


Robby takes his mouth away from my stinging hickey, muttering, "Well  okay,
that's a beauty. Give it a feel, baby." I reach up and feel the bump, then
Robby wrestles me onto my back and lays on top of me giving me more kisses
as my  arms hug around his back. He slides his tongue across my cheek, and
with his  lips on my ear, whispers, "I can feel your awesomely hard boner and
I love that  you got it because of me. Do you feel mine?" I nod my head and
Robby gets a leg  in between my legs putting pressure on my boner and then
he gives me a luscious  kiss that goes on until I'm whining with desire
again. His lips go against my  ear once more, "Hey, Dylan baby, will you suck on
my dick a little bit?" His  tongue goes in my ear making me squirm and feel
really hot for him. His scent is  all Robby's by now, the bath gel scent
having faded away. I'm hugging him and  feeling I need him so much. He slides
off me now and pushes on my shoulders so  I'll get moving down to his bone
hard cock. I lick his body as I go down it,  licking down his breast bone,
then his stomach and over his belly button, all in  one long lick. My nose
goes into the slit of his boxer shorts and inhale the  scent of his cock and
balls, which is a slightly stronger version of his body's  regular scent. My
cock tightens up some more, almost painfully, as I moan in  sexual pleasure.
I grab at my boner, grunting as precum rolls around the head,  then drools
over my thumb. Pulling Robby's underwear down underneath his nuts, I  take
his hard cock in my mouth and suck on it while my tongue goes crazy licking
all over it. A minute later Robby's back arches, his hands pushing my head
away  from his cock. He's moaning, "Ooooh, mmmm, ooh, I almost shot my load
down your  throat. Holy shit." A huge precum bubble shines on the head of his
cock,  glistening as it balances there. I drop my head and lick it off with
Robby  squirming his ass up the mattress, pulling his cock away from my
mouth. "Get on  all fours now, baby, I need to fuck you, I'm so hot for you it's
driving me mad  with desire."


As I pull my boxers off and toss them on the floor, Robby does the same
with his and then he pushes the covers to the foot of the bed and scrambles
behind me as I'm getting up on all fours. My boner is already throbbing and I
 realize the sexual heat I'm feeling is the result of a combination of
things.  First of all I love Robby like I never thought I'd ever love anyone,
and that's  partially a result of the bumbling attempt by Robby to be in
charge of us twin  boyfriends. Enough of it worked to enlighten me to the fact I
have an awesome  boyfriend in Robby and I need to cherish him more and let
him know how I feel  about him. Then tonight we had some really good sex
earlier with Robby having  just enough of a bossiness edge about him to keep me
really receptive to him. As  a matter of fact it's been like that this whole
date and it's really got my  attention and interest. Robby can be bossy and
at the same time make me feel  like I'm the most special person in the
world to him. Also Robby punching that  kid who insulted me got my dick's
attention, and along with all that Robby's  general demeanor remains pleasant and
it's just fun being with him. These are a  few of the subtle things I really
like and then when he was so cute about taking  a shower here, almost shy.
Then as soon as I got in bed with him he took totally  over and was fairly
dominant in his sweet way. It's sweet, but there's no  mistaking who's in
charge and that'll get my dick as hard as steel every time,  especially when
it's my true lover who's acting in that confident manner. Then  it's him
telling me in no uncertain terms to 'stop squirming and to stay docile  for him
until he tell's me I can move. That was sexy hot to me. Okay, he  didn't say
those exact words, but that's how my submissively receptive mind
interpreted it. And just now, he commands, 'Get on all fours, I'm gonna fuck you  a
new asshole!' Hey, my mind has a translator for these matters.


He's rubbing his hard four inch fireplug boner with a leaky head up and
down my ass crack giving me shivers of sexual delight. A little teasing to get
 me hotter for his cock, so way to go Robby. Then he mutters, "Some
tenderizing  of my boyfriend's ass is next, eh?" He smacks my ass hard five times,
"SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" the last two have my ass cheek
quivering and  stinging and it gets a yelp out of me. Robby's cock head begins to
spreads the  lips of my anus and the lips are parting, parting, parting,
parting, then,  "Aaaaah," from me and, "Mmmm," from Robby as the fat head of his
cock pops  inside me making my shoulders shudder. I lift my ass some and
get a, "Smack!"  and a stern reprimand, "Not that high," from Robby, then one
more, "SMACK!" just  so I know my place. My cock gets so hard it's quivering
with tightness and  trying to tighten up even further and it's now that I
realize Robby's put me  into one of my trances, which doesn't happen too
often with him. My trance-like  state of mind is a result of everything I
mentioned earlier, plus the stinging  of my smacked ass. Robby reaches over my
back to cup my shoulders with both  hands and he very slowly pulls me back onto
his cock. I feel as though my orgasm  will burst out of me. This awesomely
dominant move, dominant for Robby that is,  captivates me completely and a
whining sound of deep sexual pleasure escapes my  lips, "Oooooooh." Then I
take a deep breath realizing I've been holding my  breath for I don't know how
long as I gasp for oxygen. More pressure pulling my  shoulders towards him
and I now feel his recently shaved smooth crotch tight  against my buttocks.
Robby rubs my back quietly saying, "I love you so much,  Dylan. So much
that I do things I know you want even though I wish I didn't have  to do them.
I hate hurting you even a little, but I do it because I want to give  you
more sexual pleasure than anyone else." His words buzz in my ears and I want
to thank him, then kiss and suck his ass, but my trance has my mind thinking
 we're both drifting in the air over my bed and it's so dreamy I can't make
 myself break this wonderful sexual spell Robby's put me in by talking. The
 stinging from his spanking intensifies my state of arousal as my head
lulls and  I gently push back at his crotch feeling so wonderful.


I know Robby's letting my rectum relax to accommodate his fat cock, but I
wish he'd forget that and start fucking me. And then he does with a steady
methodical thrusting. They're hard thrusts indicating Robby's very aroused
too.  My bedroom fills with the awesomely hypnotic sounds of two guys
fucking, "Slap,  slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," of his smooth crotch against my
smooth ass cheeks  as his fat cock plows up my ass and back, up my ass and
back, over and over. It  quickly has me squirming on the sheet with saliva all
around my mouth from  blowing wheezy wet breath out between my teeth. A damp
exhale with each sexy  drive of his hard cock up my ass. Robby's nuts hit
against the inside of my  thighs with each trust as they swing free and
hairless between his legs. Robby  grunts with each thrust, "Unmp, unmp, ump, ooh,
ooh, ooh," as my climax builds  and my rectums sizzles with fantastic
pleasure sensations. His cock steadily  slides tightly over my prostate every
couple of seconds and it feels so  fantastically erotic I'm almost delirious. I
lose track of how long this steady  fucking has been going on, but I'm
almost crazy with sexual pleasure when I hear  Robby moan, sounding desperate now
as he picks up the speed of his fucking...  his climax must be approaching.
Our bodies lose the rhythm we'd established and  it's wild now with Robby
hammering his cock back and forth in my rectum with my  anus lips sucking on
the wet shaft of his boner. Then he goes, "Aaaaah," and a  stream of cum
hits inside my bowels feeling squishy and warm. My back arches and  my hips
buck on their own. I squeal my squeal as cum roars up from my nuts  flying
through the shaft of my boner, exploding out the head of my cock in a  tight
stream to soak into the sheet and mattress cover. Then three little shots
follow with me wreathing in sexual pleasure as if I've just had a normal size
orgasm. It my third one today so the volume is down, but that's the only
thing  that's down... all the intense sensations of climax showed up on time and
now  are zipping around my groin, rectum, and the head of my cock. Robby
slams his  cock in and lays on my ass making gagging sounds as he humps
against me without  withdrawing his boner at all. I feel some spunk drooling out
around his cock and  slowing moving down the inside of my thigh. Creamy
slimy-slow moving  cum.


My orgasm causes one last body shudder as it exits into thin air and now  I
feel limp. Slowing my knees slide back on the sheet as my cock gets closer
to  the mattress until I'm finally laying in my own cum with Robby on my
back  moaning quietly and pleasurably with his cock still inside me. We lay
like this  a minute or so as we both catch our breath and our heartbeats slow
close to  normal. I feel wonderful, no longer in a trance, but except for
laying in my own  cooling cum, everything is just about perfect from my
perspective. Then Robby  rubs his forehead through my short hair on the back of my
head. He then gets a  hand on either side of me and lifts up pulling his now
limp cock wetly out of my  ass with a soggy wet, "Glop" as it comes free of
my clinging anus lips. A quiet,  "Mmmm, ooh," from Robby and, "Nooo, aaah,
aah," from me. I'd like to go to sleep  with Robby's cock up my ass like
Willie trained me to do, but Robby's in charge  and we do it his way. He flops
on his chest and stomach laying on the sliver of  mattress next to me with
his arm going over my back. Then his hand is grabbing  my side to keep him
from sliding off the bed. I squirm over to the edge of the  mattress on my
side giving him room and we lay like that awhile. Then I hear  Robby quietly
murmur, "Sorry, Dylan, I wanted it to be a lover's sexual  experience tonight,
but I got all hot a bothered as only you can get me, so I  got a little
rough with you." Then he snuggles up close and puts a leg over  mine. After
awhile I knock his leg off and I flop over half on top of him,  murmuring,
"That was wonderfully hot, Robby, and it's just what I needed. You  knew that
instinctively, didn't you?" He chuckles, "Ah yes, my con artist  boyfriend,
who I love to death." We snuggle and wrestle around a little with me  doing
pretend complaining, "Why do I always have to lay in my own cum while your
cum drools out of my ass?" He coos, "Poor baby got all messy," and he kisses
my  cheeks and under my jaw giving me awesome chills.


After twenty minutes of laying on each other hugging and kissing and
licking one another like cats, Robby gets out of bed and pulls the covers over
me. I grin at him as he turns out the lights and gets back in bed to wraps me
in  his arms again, just like he did when I first got in bed. He quietly
says, "This  is so nice, baby, and this is how it'll be every night throughout
our sophomore  year." He gives me one last kiss, and says, "Goodnight,
Dylan, we're going to go  to sleep now. Make sure you dream of me." I mumble,
"Good night,  dream-boyfriend," closing my eyes I realize for the first time
tonight I'm  exhausted. I'd like to stay awake awhile and enjoy Robby's body
against mine and  his arms around me, but I can't. As far as I know I fall
asleep within a minute  of Robby's goodnight kiss. I don't know if I dreamed
of Robby because I can't  remember my dream early the next morning when my
eyes open. Robby woke me  unintentionally by talking in his sleep, scaring me
for a second. Then I knew it  was him and smile to myself looking at him in
the dim light of dawn that's  peeking in through the window. I rub my nose
against Robby's shoulder and love  his scent all over again. It's like his
scent is always new to me. Looking at  him, I once again think, 'How can I be
so lucky to have this boy, this young  man, as my true love boyfriend?'
Running my fingers lightly through his hair I  admire him and the cool haircut
I gave him. Smiling, I'm proud of myself because  he looks so cute, so
boyish, and so beautiful, and he's mine. Leaning down I  kiss his parted lips and
his body jolts as his eyes flash open and now I'm  looking into his
beautiful blue eyes that shine up at me. He rubs the side of my  face with the palm
of his hand smiling, and quietly saying, "You startled me,  Dylan. Is it
time to get up?"


I mumble, "Nah, I just woke up early." He puts an arm over my side,
looking me in the eyes, and quietly says, "Have I told you lately that I love
you?" I shake my head, "Um, not since we fell asleep," he grins and kisses me
and we wrap our arms around each other and kiss deeply, but slowly and
lovingly.  He rolls me on my back and climbs on top of me as we continue kissing
and his  warm body exudes all kinds of sexy scents and feels so sexy. My cum
dried on the  sheets over night and is a little crusty on my back, but
everything else feels  wonderfully dreamy. Robby's body is so perfect and
thrilling to hold and rub  with the palm of my hand. He's devouring me in the most
awesome way and my cock  gets hard as a poker while we squirm against one
another, our bodies sleek and  smooth and hard. Robby's boner pokes my legs
and belly and duels with my hard  cock as precum is once again drooling from
both boners. Low moans of arousal  until Robby slides off me and pushes me
up on my side. He put his right arm over  my side and spreads his hand on my
left pec holding me where he wants me as his  cock head again spreads the
lips of my anus and slowly penetrates until it's  pushing all the way up my
ass with me moaning from sexual arousal and pleasure.  His chest flat against
my back, his crotch tightly against my buttocks, his  right leg over both of
mine, and now his hard cock as far up my ass as it can  go. He sucks on my
hickey until it's stinging again and then he begins fucking  me lovingly
sending me to erotic places I hardly believed existed. Sexual places  I've
never been before. He fucks me slowly and steadily to a constant chorus of  our
pleasure moans until I begin to squeal out loud, but he cover my mouth to
block my normal squeal as cum is shooting from my cock and my body shakes and
 trembles with sexual stimulation and pleasure that combines to make me
dizzy.  Robby groans and clutches me against his chest as he does tight humps
filling me  with his newly produced cum, it was made and meant especially for
 me.


We lay like this breathing deeply without talking for maybe two minutes,
my ass feel so full and so right. Then he rolls me onto my stomach with him
on  top and we lay like that, his cock up my ass, until I fall back into a
beautiful  sleep once more. It's perfection.


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



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