Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 11:54:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter  86

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


Chapter  86


by  Donny Mumford





On the road again. Leaving North Andover I'm on my way home with my  mind
jumping all over the place. Right now I'm thinking about all the driving
I've been doing the last two days and I've concluded driving sucks. To pass
the time I'm trying to decide which was more unexpected: the disappointing
sub/dom experience with John, the unexpected dominance of supposedly
submissive Billy, or having sex with Cory. Saying it's been surreal doesn't do
justice to this weekend. I touch my nip ring hardly believing that painful
little trip to torture land. It's still tender, of course, and it will be for  a
few weeks. It got bumped occasionally while making out with Billy, and
recently with Cory. A quick grimace each time and then forget about it. I'm
feeling weird about everything but one thing's for sure, after this weekend I
wouldn't drive across town, never mind to New York city to see John. Sure
he  fucks good, but he's more of a sadist than a dominant sex partner, and
more  interested in his art than me. I guess he has Billy and the other kid
around  for his sub/dom hobby, or maybe as a convenience when he's got nothing
else  going on. And those absurd clothes Billy and I had to wear, if they
even  qualify as clothes. Yeah, John was all about humiliating his subs, but
on the  other hand I mostly had a good time with Billy. He fucks good too,
and that PA  in his dick felt awesome, but the reality is I'm not even
considering getting  a PA myself and I'm not rocking a ponytail either, with or
without bangs. That  ain't happening so most likely Billy and me ain't
happening either. Too bad  'cause he's a hottie, but the strapping fetish he has is
definitely something  I can do without. Obviously I'm not into pain like I
thought I was at one time  with Ryan. That was a passing bad idea of mine,
one of those things I  convinced myself was sexually hot when it's actually
not. Live and learn,  that's one of my mottos. Well, if I've learned one
thing from all this, it's  that I'm no pussy. I said I'd have the guts to see
what a New York experience  was all about and I did. Unfortunately it pretty
much sucked, so as soon as I  had the opportunity I left the premises. Fuck
'em. Hey, where the hell's my  cell phone? Dammit, it's not in my pocket. Did
I leave it at Cory's? I wanna  see if either John or Billy texted me some
nasty shit about my abrupt  departure. Hee hee, they must be wondering how
the hell I got out of those  handcuffs. My cell phone's got to be in the car
somewhere because I last used  it this morning to call Cory. I was in pretty
bad shape though so I might have  just dropped the damn thing after the
call. Or it might have slid out of my  pocket and is now under or between the
bucket seats. Speaking of cell phones,  Billy has my cell phone number so
he'll probably call wanting me to meet him  in New Hampshire. If he does, I'm
coming right out and telling him I'm not  doing any of those stupid things he
insist on... it's probably just as well it  doesn't work out for him and me.




Shaking my head in disbelief, I'm still having trouble believing what
happened with Cory. He must have been thinking about that night we slept
together all this time. The only things we did that night that can be  construed
as slightly sexy was kiss and hug a little. I think he came to the
conclusion he's gay some time during the two months period after that night of  the
party. When I asked him if he likes boys earlier today, he said he didn't
know, except he knew he liked me sexually. Our conversation after our sex
pretty much confirmed Cory knows he gay and I think he knew he was gay before
I called him this morning, that's a logical conclusion. Even so it's hard to
 believe he worked up the courage to ask me for sex. That's so incredibly
unlike the Cory I first met. Unfortunately, for reasons unknown, I don't
find  Cory especially sexy. Sure I enjoyed the sex with that sweet kid, but the
 worse sex I ever had was pretty damn good. It's odd how some guys have
that  certain 'something' that attracts me sexually and then a lot of other
guys  don't. That doesn't mean they're not sexually attractive to someone else.
For  example Elliot and his boyfriend, Jay. Even though Elliot's so cute
he's  basically pretty, and Jay's decent looking too, neither of them are sexy
as  far as I'm concerned, but they're sexy to each other. Posse boys like
Bean,  Dawg, Manny, and the others wouldn't appeal to me even if they were
gay, but I  think Ray's sexy, and of course Devon and Sonny are too. At
Merrimack I knew  lots of guys who I was friendly with who did nothing for me of a
sexual  nature, and it's not just because they're straight either. I had
the hot's for  Devon when I was positive he was straight, so a guy doesn't
necessarily need  to be gay for me to think he's sexy and hot. Curious, huh?
Okay, here's the  exit I want. Man, I'm glad to be getting off route 128. Ah
yes, the wealthy  town of  Weston is where I get on the Mass Pike. Only five
quick miles to  Framingham on the Pike instead of using the back roads that
would take twice  as long. Who cares if it costs me a sixty cent toll. I
need to get out of this  fucking Jeep and get my head around the fact I have
work tomorrow. Getting  back to reality is what I'm gonna concentrate on now.



Ten minutes after getting off the Mass Pike I drive behind our condo.  I've
made it! Yeah for me! Oh man, what a fucking weekend that was! Getting  out
of the Jeep I stretch and then light a cigarette feeling giddy that I'm
home safe and sound. Hey, I wonder if Robby's still up? Damn, where's that
cell phone? With the cigarette between my teeth, I open the Jeep's door and
reach around on the floor between the buckets seats, then hear, "No smoking
in  the Jeep, bro!" Pulling my head out of the Jeep and looking up, there's
Chubby  leaning over the balcony railing. The two spot lights above the
balcony are  lighting him up like he's on stage. He's smiling his special smile
at me, the  one that says, 'I'm so glad to see you, Dylan!' and it makes me
smile back at  him. Then I say, "Hi ya, Chubby, I missed you." He says, "Me
too. Come on up  and we'll have a beer or two." I'm like, "It's after ten
o'clock," and he  goes, "So?" Hmmm, yeah, so what? I say, "I'll be right up."
All of a sudden I  don't feel tired and I can't wait to see Chubby. I step on
my cigarette butt,  lock the Jeep, and go in the back door of my condo to
jog through the finished  basement and up the steps and into the living room
where I stop. On the  kitchen bar Mom made a sign for me. It reads, 'Welcome
home, Dylan!!! Hope you  and Cory won the tournament. We missed you this
morning at brunch. I'll bet  your ears were red and ringing because we took
turns singing your praises all  during brunch. We love you so much! Mom'. I
stare at it, then rereading it I  start crying. What was I thinking lying to
my mom and going into an unknown  situation without anyone knowing where I
was? Stupid! Inconsiderate and  selfish! That's me in a nutshell.



I read the sign for a third time  feeling like shit. What's wrong with me?
This isn't the first time this  weekend I've asked myself that unanswered
question. Blowing out a long exhale  I use the back of the sign to write,
'This is such an awesome welcome home message from  the best mom in the world. I
love you tons, mom!  Love, Dylan'. I  prop it up, rub my sniffling nose and
go into my bathroom to wash my face  and get my emotions under control.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, I continue  on my way up the outdoor steps to
see my brother, who I have a never ending  love for. Letting myself in his
condo, Chubby calls through the sliding screen  door to the balcony, "Come on
out, bro, I got a beer for ya." Smelling the  back of my wrist, something I
haven't done since I first met Billy in New York  city, I walk to the
balcony where Chubby slides the screen open, saying, "My  adventurous brother's
triumphant return," and we hug with me not letting go.  I'm clinging to him
and after a few seconds his body stiffens, as he asks,  "What's wrong, Dylan.
What happened? Did someone do something to you?" I shake  my head trying
not to cry. This is insane behavior and I don't understand it.  Chubby tilts
his head back to look at my face. He sees tears in my eyes and  quietly says,
"Whatever it is, we'll take care of it, you can be sure of  that." I shake
my head, not confident of my voice yet and not understanding  why I'm acting
the fool. Collecting myself, I kiss Chubby on the lips, and  say, "I have
something to tell you." He looks worried nodding his head slowly,  then asks,
"What is it?" Taking a deep breath, then picking up the beer off  the
little round glass table, I take a swallow, then say, "It's just stupid  me,
Chubby. I want, no, I need to tell you about it. I lied to you and the  moms and
Robby, the four people I love the most in the world, no one more than
you." He nods his head again and with compassion in his voice, quietly says,
"Sure, Dylan. Sit down, take your time and tell me what you want to tell me.
Or, you don't need to tell me if you don't want to. I love you
unconditionally  so whatever you lied about won't change that fact no matter if you tell
me or  not. It's enough that you told me you lied. We don't do that usually,
do we?  Not you and me." I hug him again, the beer in my fist against his
back, and  what the hell, I shed a few more tears too. I'm an emotional wreck
for some  reason. It must be some kind of weird backlash from this weekend
of idiocy. Me  acting this way sucks and it's humiliating. It's totally
embarrassing acting  like this in front of Chubby. He rubs my back, cooing,
"It's just life, Dylan,  whatever it is you and me will deal with it." Getting
control of myself again,  I let go of Chubby, mumbling, "There's nothing to
deal with. It's just I need  to confess to you how stupid and irresponsible I
was this  weekend."



He nods again with an encouraging expression on his face, then mumbles,
"Sure, okay, lets sit down." His calmness calms me, his love gives me the
strength to admit my faults. Where to start? We look at each other for a
second, then Chubby asks, "Did you buy new clothes?" We know every piece of
clothing either of us owns and we've both worn most of them at one time or
another. It doubles our wardrobes. I smell the back of my wrist again, biting
my lip. It's a good thing I'm not a fingernail biter like Dodger used to be
or  my nails would be down to the quick pretty quick. To delay telling him
what I  feel I need to tell him, I answer his clothing question, "These are
Cory's  clothes. I forgot mine at his apartment." Chubby says, "Okay, so you
were at  Cory's. What happened?" I mutter, "I didn't get to Cory's until
nine-thirty  this morning. There was no bowling tournament. That was another
lie." He looks  confused, "Um, why'd you go to Cory's then, and where were you
from Saturday  morning until Sunday morning?" I start in with, "During your
birthday party at  that restaurant in Wildwood, I met this guy..." and I
slowly work my way  through everything I can remember from the time I left the
house at four  o'clock Saturday morning. It's painful seeing the incredulous
expression on  Chubby face during a lot of my confession and when I get to
the body piercing  part, he goes, "What, you've got a nip ring? Holy shit,
didn't that hurt?" I  say, "Yeah, it hurt like hell, but it's better than the
alternative of getting  my dick pierced." He frowns, "I know you wouldn't
have done that, or gotten  circumcised either." I shrug, "It's hard to tell
because my mind was a little  scrambled, but I'd like to think you're right.
Something would have kicked in  and I'd have backed out of that. The PA
looks ugly to me for one thing." He  says, "I never heard of a PA, but piercing
your prick head, I don't think  you'd do that. Can I see the nip ring?" I
lift my shirts, he stares, then  says, "It looks sore," I go, "It is," and
then he mutters, "Kinda cool though,  don't ya think?" I nod, "Yeah, it is."
Chubby says, "Goddammit, now I'll have  to get one." I ask, "Why?" and he
says, "Because I do everything you do,  that's why." I don't know if he's
serious or just trying to make me feel  better.



Whatever, that little break from my morbid tale helps me get through  more
of what happened on Saturday. I don't give details about the sex I
participated in except to say, 'We had sex then'. Also, the sub/dom behavior  is
explained as simply as possible, saying things like, 'I stupidly thought it
would be sexy to act submissive because it's something I've experienced at
times'. Chubby surprises me then, quietly saying, "I think I know what you
mean, Dylan, because it was a factor at times with us window washer boys too.
You know, with those perverts Ricky and his father. Before it was over
they'd  become dominant figures who we followed like lambs. It was the worst
experience of my life. They did it gradually and before we knew it we were
already in too deep. It's a very weird and disturbing phenomenon and it
bothered me quite a bit for awhile afterwards. And of course, I told you about
it and you somehow brought hell raining down on them. I still don't know how
you did that." He hasn't mentioned the window washer boys since that dinner
we  had together months ago. It surprises me that he'd have any knowledge
of  sub/dom behavior, but I'm glad he does. I'm well aware of how creepy it
can  sound to those not ever affected by either the submissive or dominant
side of  things. I continue with my confession as Chubby shakes his head at
disturbing  things like the outfits Billy picked out for us to wear. Deciding
I should  confess everything, I reluctantly go back to when John came home
that morning  and gave me that painful strapping. Chubby's eyes narrow and he
gets that rare  hard expression on his face. I've seen that look in his
eyes before, but not  often. It's a little scary, but I know Chubby can control
his anger and  channel it to appropriate action, or what I consider
appropriate action  anyway. When Robby gets a similar look in his eyes all hell
brakes loose and  he doesn't give a shit about appropriate action. He become
dangerously  motivated to do serious harm to someone. One time, after I
expressed concern  about his recklessness when he's really pissed off, Robby told
me that  I'm there to bring him to his senses. I said, yeah, but what if
I'm not there?  He shrugged and told me he never gets pissed off enough to act
that reckless  unless I'm involved. It's only when someone threatens me or
harms me that he  loses it. I was both relieved and astounded to hear that,
although it's not  totally accurate. I wasn't there, or even aware, when he
sabotaged Joel's  ride-on mower. Trying to calm Chubby down I tell him that
I knew about the  strapping's before I went to New York, so it's my own
stupid fault." He stares  at me, then says, "No, it's not your fault! It's that
asshole's fault who  whipped you." I do a fake cough and carry on with my
tale of woe until  Chubby's shocked again, and he exclaims, "That prick left
you two there with  no money? So how did you and Billy find your way back to
the studio?" I'm  running out of energy by now, it's taken four cigarettes
and two bottles of  beer to get this far into the seedy tale. Taking another
deep breath I explain  John left a hundred dollar bill for us, but we didn't
know that until much  later. I tell Chubby that John left early because of
a migraine headache, and  Chubby mutters, "Good, I hope it was a bad one."
My description of what  happened goes okay until I bring up the part where
Billy strapped me when we  got back to the studio. Chubby gets that look
again, and then when I get to  the handcuff part Chubby stands up, saying, "Fuck
this! I can't stand hearing  anymore of the sick shit those assholes did to
you. Strapping is like  whipping, you know! We need to drive to that sick
fuck's studio on Saturday  and have a discussion about that. Maybe play around
with those straps a  little." He goes on for a couple of minutes cursing
and getting his anger out.  I sit here feeling horrible for upsetting him like
this, but I wanted to tell  it all because I guess I'm into self
flagellation tonight partially atoning  for my stupid irresponsible decisions.


When I can reason with Chubby, I talk  him out of taking any action because
I was the nut who drove to New York after  John had already strapped me in
the van. I had a good idea they'd be strapping  involved in New York...
hell, John told me there would be. Me, thinking I'm  bulletproof, went anyway.
Chubby retains his angry expression as he stares at  me, then he starts
yelling again, this time at me, "Why the fuck would you put  up with that shit?
It's insane, not just stupid!" I nod my head expecting a  little more
understanding from him, I already admitted I was stupid. He says,  "I'm so pissed
off at this whole goddamn thing I could scream at you!" What  does he mean he
could scream at me, what does he think he's  doing now? I'm looking down
determined not to throw back in his face what he  told me ten minutes ago
about him and the window washer boys putting up with  similar bad behavior from
Ricky and his father. Chubby rants and raves for  another two minute, his
face red. He stops abruptly and stares at me, then  mutters, "Oh fuck, what an
I doing?" and comes over to hug my shoulders as I  sit here pouting in the
chair. Kissing the top of my head, he murmurs, "I'm  sorry, Dylan. Please
forgive me. It's just that I lost it thinking about  someone mistreating you
like that. I really, really want to extract some  revenge on those two, so I
let myself get frustrated and I yelled at you, who  I love more than life
itself." He gives me a kiss on my cheek, "Forgive me?"  he asks. I mumble, "I
got like you where when you told me about the, you know,  Ricky and all." He
mumbles, "Yeah, I know." Patting my shoulder he sits down  and we're quiet
for a bit. Then he asks, "How'd you get out of the handcuff,  Mister Bond?"
I look at him and he grins at me, saying, "You haven't told me  you forgive
me for yelling at you." I say, "That's because it's unforgivable  that you
turned on me like that." He makes a funny face, "Please," and I say,  "Well,
if you put it like that, I forgive you." We smirk at each other, and  then I
tell him about my escape and the drive to Cory's." Chubby says, "I'm  not
being critical here, so don't take it the wrong way. I'm just saying that
driving from New York city at four o'clock in the morning while drunk and
without sleep for twenty-four hours is something you might want to consider
avoiding in the future, but your the 'man' for pulling that off." I mutter,
"Yeah, it probably wasn't the best idea I ever had." He goes, "You know what
you should have done on your way out the door?" I ask, "What?" He shrugs,
"What else? Taken a shit on their rug before leaving." I say, "I was going
to,  but I'd already shit my pants." We chuckle, then Chubby says, "That'd be
a  good trick, shitting your pants when you're naked." I say, "It can be
done,"  and he goes, "I don't doubt it after hearing this wild tale. How much
embellishing did you do?" I go, "Sadly, I toned it down, no embellishment
at  all." He says, "That's too bad. What'd you do at Cory's?" I mutter,
"Sleep,  eat, shower, and go bowling." He laughs, "You made sure you went bowling
 because you didn't expect to tell the truth, did you?" I shake my head
'no'  then say, "Silly me. As soon as I saw you I couldn't wait to throw up the
 whole story to you as fast as I could." He nods, "I'm glad you did. Now
it's  out in the open and off your conscience." I go, "Yep," popping my lips
like  Cory did at dinner when talking about wanting to do anal  intercourse.



We're quiet again, drinking our beer. Then Chubby says, "What can I do  to
help you?" I say, "Sleep with me tonight." He says, "Sure, but in my double
bed, not that tiny bed of yours." I go, "No, it has to be my bed so I feel
like I'm home." He laughs, "That's my brother, taking advantage of his
little  brother again. Okay, whatever you want." I press my luck, "I could use a
kiss  from you too. You know, so I can be sure you're not still mad at me."
As he  comes over to me again, he says, "I wasn't ever mad at you, Dylan, I
was  frustrated that I couldn't be there to stop what they were doing to
you. I'd  have loved to kick down that studio door and gone a little wild on
that turd's  ass." With his arms around my neck, he gives me a sweet kiss
that's a little  too close to a brotherly kiss, but it'll do. I say, "Thank
you," and he rubs  my head, saying, "You're welcome." Happy that the telling is
over, we get  another beer and Chubby soon has me laughing about his date
with Mary  Jo last night. Too bad it wasn't with Gina because maybe Geno
would have  inquired about my whereabouts. I ask about tomorrow's lunch and he
tells me he  made us roast beef sandwiches, and he also bought those special
cupcakes we  love, and we'll also have potato chips and Cokes. Before bed
Chubby showers in  his bathroom while I take a quick one in mine. He comes
down with his breath  smelling like toothpaste and we get in my single bed. I
wrap my arms around  him and he gets comfortable, saying, "Not a word about
your adventure to the  moms, Dylan, it would scare the bejesus out of them."
I mumble, "I know that,  but do you think I should tell Robby?" He says, "I
wouldn't, but you'll do  what you think is best." I asks, "So, are you
telling me not to tell him?"  Chubby says, "Yes, I'm telling you not to tell him.
It can't be undone and  Robby might go nuclear on that character's ass,
what's his name, John." I say,  "Good advise, brother," and kiss him. I go to
sleep with a weight off my  shoulders, a partially clear conscious, and
Chubby's ongoing approval even if  I was as dumb as a junk yard dog for doing
what I did. Sleep comes quickly and  it's a peaceful night's sleep with me
inhaling the most familiar scent of my  life... Chubby's.



The alarm goes off and I wake up to the same scent I went to sleep  with.
Rubbing Chubby's hair, I say, "Time to roll, bro," and he hops out of  bed,
"Sleeping with you was nice, Dylan. When we sleep together it  brings back
memories of our youth." I go, "Yeah, we should do it all the  time." He
laughs, then sarcastically says, "Oh, I had no idea you'd say that."  He grabs my
bathrobe, telling me, "I'll run up the outdoor steps in this." I  go, "Ya
don't need to run. People go outside in the morning with bathrobes on  all
the time. You know, to get the paper or take the dog out to pee, or
whatever." Chubby goes, "Okay, I won't run. Let me get a cup of coffee first  and
then I'll meet you at the Jeep in twenty minutes or so," and that's what  we
do. Dressed and ready for work, looking forward to seeing Robby, I go  outside
and wait for Chubby. I look at the overcast sky and shake my head  because
it looks like rain. What's worse than a rainy Monday. Chubby comes  down
carry our lunch, smiling as usual because rain or shine my brother is a
smiling, upbeat awesome person. I tell him, "We still need to do our good  morning
hug and a kiss." He goes, "Of course we do." We do that and walk down  a
couple of steps to the Jeep, then both mutter, "Oops," turn around and go
back up the steps and through my condo, and out through the garage to where I
parked the Jeep last night. At the Jeep, I say, "You drive, Chubby, I don't
want to drive that thing again until we're back at Merrimack, at the
earliest." As Chubby drives us to work we talk about the Mini Cooper we're  going
to get after working next summer. We compare how much we've both saved
from this summer's earnings and even speculate that some of the spending money
that will be coming from this years college loans can be applied to our
savings for the Mini. "That's if you can control your spending on your
girlfriends, Chubby." He goes, "I've got that covered, bro, my second job, ya
know." I go, "Ha, I'll be surprised if you haven't already spent that on Mary
Jo and Gina." He chuckles, then mutters, "I've got some left."



At work we get out of the Jeep and it's business as usual with Lee  calling
to Chubby while Seth's coming over to me grinning. We say, "Hi", bump
fists and do a hug, then he asks, "How was your weekend, Dylan?" We're walking
towards the locker room, as I go, "I've had better weekends to be honest,
Seth. How about your weekend?" He goes, "It was awesome! I made a hundred
bucks working both days at Whole Foods." I go, "Sounds like wild fun," and we
go inside the locker room with Seth's chuckling, "No, not wild fun, but the
 money makes me smile." Everyone in the locker room is in a Monday morning
frame of mind. Lots of yawning and grumbling because it's suppose to rain
today and working outside in the rain is not what we're looking for. Terry's
 friendly telling us about him and his girlfriend spending the weekend at
the  Cape. That sounds good, but the traffic getting there and then returning
home  on Sundays is really bad. Route 6 is the only road in or out of the
Cape, but  lots of people do it and Jerry doesn't even mention the traffic.
Changed into  work clothes Seth and I walk outside where Robby yells over
from the steps of  the supervisor meeting room, "Can I see you for a second,
Dylan?" Lee and  Terry make small talk as Chubby and Lee hustle inside to
change. I walk over  to Robby with a big smile on my face. He tries not to smile
too hard because  he likes maintaining a professional demeanor on the job.
He says, "Good  morning, baby, how was the bowling?" Oh yeah, it's
professional for your boss  to call one of his workers, baby. I'm pretty sure it is
anyway. I love when he  calls me that because it gives me a squirmy feeling
in my underwear. I say,  "It was alright," and he says, "Help me with
something in the equipment room,"  I bump into his side as we walk, mumbling,
"You're looking mighty cute today,  boss. I missed you," and I almost ask how his
date with Travis went Saturday  night and I could also ask him how his date
with his mystery boyfriend went  last night too, but I don't. My guilty
conscience is responsible for me even  thinking those thoughts. I'm trying to
justify the sex with John and Billy by  assuming Robby was doing the same
even though I don't know that to be  true.



He looks over at me grinning, and as we approach the equipment room, he
asks, "You didn't take advantage of Cory did you?" I yell, "Robby!" and he
says, "I'm kidding you, Dylan, and you're the one looking cute this morning."
Inside the equipment room he clicks the lock on the door and puts his arm
around my neck pulling me into a corner where he kisses me. That's also
professional behavior, or if it's not it should be. I hug around his waist, my
nose against his cheek inhaling the second most familiar scent to me...
Robby's. Well, I guess I'm forgetting my own scent, but I mean except mine.
It's funny, not ha ha funny, but as in odd... funny how I forget how
wonderfully sexy Robby is until I'm with him, and then he's the only person I  want
to be with. We kiss and take turns sucking tongues, then rub our noses
together grinning. Robby squeezes the back of my neck, saying, "I just had to
taste, smell, and feel you because I've been extra horny for you all
weekend.  It's like, I don't know, like I'm desperate for you and me to do
something  sexual. We missed our Sunday night date ya know." I nod my head and kiss
his  lips, thinking... Okay, maybe he didn't have a date last might with a
mystery  boyfriend. Then ask him, "Date night tonight, Robby?" He checks his
watch,  "Yeah, I was suppose to go with dad to Worcester tonight, but I
asked him to  change it to tomorrow night." I go, "Good, um, what'd ya tell him
the reason  for changing days was." Robby shrugs, and says, "I told him I
wanted to take  you out tonight, that we missed out Sunday date. What else
would I tell him?"  For some reason that makes me blush, I don't know why.
Robby kisses me again,  then checks his watch again, saying, "I'm late, so I
gotta get going. Wait a  few seconds after I leave and then bring a box of
grass clipping bags with you  when you head back to join the crew. Time to get
the guys moving now." I nod  my head, he stops and gives me one last kiss, "I
love you, Dylan, more every  day. I have sort of a surprise for you
tonight." I watch him go as I'm  grabbing my crotch and smelling the back of my
wrist. Then I mutter to the  empty room, "I love you too, Robby." The truth is
I love him more than I even  realize and definitely more than I show him.
I'm gonna be very loving and  attentive to Robby tonight and tell him how much
he means to me. Nodding my  head at that sentiment, then I grab a box of
heavy duty plastic bags and jog  back to join the crew.



Robby nods at me as I jog up and then he gives a little pep talk to our
crew, ending with, "Unfortunately we've going to have to deal with the large
properties today, and in the rain no less, so it'll be a bitch. I know that
all of us working together will get the job done. Be careful with the big
ride-on and walk-behind mowers on wet slippery, rain soaked grass,
especially  on the inclines. Okay, Lee's got the assignments. Good luck." We're all
walking to the equipment room, Seth and me in the back of the group. He's
whispering in my ear, "Big mowers today, Dylan." I go, "Hmmm, maybe you and
me  need to do a little messing around in the back of the truck to compensate
for  the bad weather that's coming." He smirks at me, "Oh gosh, I hope I
don't have  another accident in my shorts, heh heh," and he puts his arm
across my  shoulders looking especially cute this morning too. It's so much fun
having  cute guys around me to take my mind off negative things. It perks me
up to  look around and see Seth, Chubby, and Robby. Lee's nice looking too,
but  mostly he's sexy because of his whiskers. I glance at Seth noticing his
sparse  whiskers haven't been shaved all weekend. He does it for me and it
is a hot  look. I feel the almost invisible pale blond little hairs on my
chin, but it's  like I can't even tell if they're there. "Seth, do you see any
whiskers on my  chin?" He looks closely and goes, "Um, I think I can see a
shadow of  something. Damn, you're cute, Dylan... the best good looking
person I've ever  seen. Wish I could kiss you right now." I grin, saying,
"That's so nice of  you, Seth," then feel the soft whiskers on his chin, and that
makes my dick  move. Like Robby, I'm extra horny today too. I ask, "Are you
going to ask me  out on a date this week, Seth?" He says, "There's nothing
I'd like more, but  I'm working every night this week. You know damn well I
love being on a date  with you." Jerry looks back at us grinning and I wonder
if he heard  us. We're at the equipment garage now so we  get to work. Seth
and I need to have a date sometime soon though. It's sweet  sex with him
and it contrast nicely with the dominant sex I've been having  with Sonny, and
the New York contingent too. Well, I did have sex with Cory  yesterday, but
it wasn't dominant at all, and like I said, Cory isn't sexy to  me. He's a
wonderful kid, but he needs a nice low-key boy like himself as a  boyfriend.
He thinks he has a 'thing' for me, but it's because I'm the only  one he's
ever had sex with. Basically he and I might have buddy sex once in a  great
while, but probably not.



The guys all help loading the truck, and when we're loaded-up Robby  looks
back at Chubby from the driver's seat, Chubby calls over to us, "You  guys
set?" I go, "Yep," and he gives Robby the thumbs up and we start off with  a
lurch of the truck. When the truck picks up speed the road noises and the
truck noise engulfs us. Seth knocks off my hat and runs his fingers through
my  hair, puts his lips to my ear, he says, "You're hair's beautiful, and,
um, you  are too." I put my lips to his ear, with him grinning ear to ear, and
I yell,  "Yeah, I know, everybody tells me that." He laughs, cups my ear,
and says,  "Hey, you're suppose to tell me I have the best hair. It's what
you always  say," then he kisses my cheek. We do puppy love type stuff like
that, plus  childish banter as a warm up to undoubtedly more intimate behavior
later. It's  fun touching each other and goofing off. After a fairly short
ride to job  number one it begins raining. Then the rain picks up intensity
when we're  halfway done this first large property. We need to deal with
hedges, two acres  of lawn, and twenty-seven separate plots of shrubbery and
flowers. The various  plots need to be outlined with the weed whacker and then
weeded. The summer  rain's soft and warm, coming down steadily but not hard
enough to call off  work. We're all soaked to the skin when we reload the
equipment and then we're  on our way to morning break. During this ride Seth
and I get into a heavy  make-out that gives both of us boners. It's sexy
making out in the rain.  Seth's such an awesome guy, so damn nice, and wicked
cute. I love the scent  that I detect coming off his rain soaked skin. He
looks at me with our faces  close, and says, "I love you," but of course I
can't hear that because it's  too noisy back here. I can read his lips though,
and see the look of love in  his eyes. I grin at him and say, "You too,"
which he can't hear, then in his  ear, I add, "I love you as an awesome friend."
The truck comes to a stop and  we stand up to watch Robby and Lee go into a
convenience store. They return,  rain dripping off their caps, carrying
bags with drinks and pastries for  everyone on the crew. Robby drives under an
overpass and parks off the road so  we can have our break out of the rain.


When the truck stops Seth and I make our way over to Chubby's and  Jerry's
side of the truck. I sit on the ride-on mower's seat with Seth  standing
next to me, a little too closely.  Jerry puts the tailgate down  so Lee and
Robby can sit on it and we all drink our coffees and eat the  pastries while we
goof on each other. Then Chubby's got a joke. he goes, "This  guy, Bob,
forgets to get his wife an anniversary present and she's a real  bitch. She
tells him there better be a very special gift in the driveway by  tomorrow
morning and it better be able to go from 0 to 200 in six seconds. Bob  keeps to
himself what he'd like to say, then promises a gift. The next morning  Bob
leaves for work early. His wife gets her fat ass out of bed two hours  later
and checks the driveway. There's a box out there, but no car. She's  pissed,
but it is a gift so she goes out and opens the box finding a brand new
bathroom scale inside. Bob hasn't been seen since last Friday." Lee goes, "Not
too bad, Jeffrey, but lets pick on the old folks for a minute. An elderly
couple are watching TV when the old lady says she's going to get herself a
dish of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce. The old husband offers to
get  it for her because he feels like a dish of ice cream too. She tells him
to  write it down so he doesn't fuck up the order, but he's offended saying
he's  not so old he can't remember vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce.
She  insists he write it down, but his pride won't allow it and he goes into
the  kitchen. Ten minutes later he's back with two orders of fried eggs and
bacon.  She's pissed he didn't write the order down. She says, 'See, you
should have  written it down. You forgot the goddamn toast.'" Chubby and Lee go
back and  forth with jokes and we all have some good chuckles... we're wet,
but happy  working stiffs just the same.



The rain hasn't let up all day and we're forced to eat our lunches in  the
rain. We're pissed it doesn't stop raining, or if not stop then at least
rain harder because then we'd be forced to quit for the day. It's a long ride
back towards the shop after the last job of the day and that gives Seth and
me  time to do some sexy messing around. Five minutes into the ride the
rain  finally does stop and the sun comes out brightly, changing everyone's
mood.  I've had the hot's for Seth all day because, for some reason, he seems
sexier  to me than usual, and also I'm disappointed we won't have a date this
week. So  that too probably has something to do with us having extra hot's
for each  other. At the beginning of the half hour drive in the sun we
make-out starting  with regular kisses, but then it heats up sexually and Seth
moves over in  front of me. Facing me he sits on my lap, a knee on either side
of me and he's  partially sitting on my thighs with his feet behind him. He
has his arms  around my neck with mine around his waist and our mouths are
together. We're  licking tongues and kissing lips with both of us moaning,
although we mostly  only hear our own moans in our heads. It's too loud to
hear the normal moans  of sexual arousal with the wind, motor noise, and the
sounds of other vehicles  on the highway. Our noses against each other's
cheek inhaling sexy scents and  it's really quite sexually arousing and hot. I
feel like we're in our own  little hidden world of pleasure. It's quite an
extraordinary way to travel  from job site to job site. My boner's hard and
aching in my pants as Seth  licks across my lips and then up the front of my
nose. He imitates everything  I do to him, and it's getting me a little wild.
We're clinging to each other  and every so often he leans forward and our
boners bump together. I run my  fingers through his hair exchanging a French
kiss with him, then he drags his  lips from mine, his tongue leaving a
saliva trail across my cheek to my ear,  where he says, "You're so sexy and hot,
Dylan, it's like I'm in a dream." I  yell in his ear, "Me too, Seth. Do we
dare do a quick fuck back here? I could  sit on your boner, or something." I
gasp at the thought of that, hoping he  goes for it. It's not like it hasn't
been done before because Ryan and I did  it once or twice back here. Biting
my lip I think about it and then Seth's  tongue is in my ear squishing
around and I almost shoot a load in my pants. He  says in my saliva filled ear,
"Yes, lets do it. I need to get relief from this  yearning for you that's
built-up in me." The idea of fucking in this moving  truck has me panting, so
I move my head up and down agreeing we'll do it while  gulping at my
strangely aroused condition today. I'm not sure why the needs on  me is so hot and
heavy, but I quickly say in his ear, "Help me get my wet  pants down." He
nods his head and we move around awkwardly bumping heads as  all four hands
pull my wet shorts and soaking wet underwear down to my thighs.  Seth grabs my
cock and goes down on it sucking the head and twisting his fist  on the
shaft. I moan into the noise, a moan only I hear in my head. Seth pulls  his
mouth off my cock when a large precum drool slides out of the pee slit.  The
precum string stretches from the head of my cock to Seth's lips until he
tongues it inside his mouth. He smacks his lips, his eyes big as he stares at
my hard boner, then he gets his shorts unbuttoned, telling me, "Get turned
around," and I grab my cock. That's the first sound of dominance I've ever
heard from him. He looks at me, and adds, "Please," which sort of ruins the
moment, but I turn around on my knees anyway.



Bracing myself with my hands against the side of the truck, my head  almost
level with the top ledge. Seth is on his knees behind me as he guides  the
head of his normal sized boner to my asshole, pushes it in and pulls it
out. I look behind me and see he's holding his breath. He then takes in a deep
breath, leans in close to me as he's exhaling, and yells in my ear, "I
almost  shot my load." I nod, then we look into each other's eyes and he gets my
face  between his hands, a hand on each cheek, and we do a deep sexy kiss.
He's  panting a little bit, gets back in position and plugs just the head of
his  cock in past my sphincter muscle. I gasp tightening my ass muscles,
desperate  to feel his cock up inside me. This is insane, but I get this way
once in a  while when I need it like... right now! It happens when just the
right  circumstances collide, and today it started with our banter and
silliness  first thing this morning. Seth looked so fresh and healthy and hot.
Then Robby  kissing me in the equipment room so sexily and then it's Seth
giving me  compliments looking really cute with his sexy two or three days worth
of  whiskers and that got me all squirmy inside. He's such a good guy too,
and so  sweet natured. In the pickup between jobs we've been arousing each
other with  teasing touching and all kinds of kissing, from friendly to
sexually hot  kisses with our tongues everywhere on each other's faces. It has a
way of  building up and it's all added-up to me wanting sex with Seth and him
wanting  to provide it. Plus, this will be the perfect thing to get me in
the right  frame of mind for the sweetest most loving sexual experience of
all. That  obviously means with my true love boyfriend tonight. After Sonny's
dominant  sex, and the New York city sex, I'm readjusting to more normal,
less sub/dom  influenced sex. Cory unwittingly started it in North Andover and
Seth can take  it to the next level before the main attraction, the top of
the mountain sex  with Robby later tonight. He's my favorite sex partner and
I'm so lucky he's  in love with me. And then there's the small matter of
only having sex with  Cory over the last thirty-some hours. That might have
something to do with my  horniness too. Seth leaves just the head of his cock
in my ass leaning over to  yell in my ear, "I almost had my orgasm again. As
soon as my cock head went  back into your bubble butt ass I thought I'd
blow spunk up your ass. You have  no idea how often I jerk off with a picture
of you in my head." I nod that I  heard him and then the truck hits a pothole
causing me to bump my head on the  side of the truck and Seth to rock into
my body with his boner going almost  all the way up my ass. I moan in my
head and almost cum myself. I guess that  gentle sex with Cory isn't cutting it
for me, I've kinda gotten in the habit  of a climax more frequently then
once in thirty-five hours.



Seth chuckles at the pothole-initiated penis penetration, kisses my  cheek
then slowly pushes the last inch of his boner up my ass. My shoulders
shudder, then another involuntary shoulder shudder as another precum pearl
appear at the slit of my dick, it drop off as my boner throbs. Seth pulls his
cock back and smoothly pushes it back in getting a groan of pleasure from me
as I marvel at the familiar sensations coming from my sensitized rectum.
Seth's mouth is close enough to my ear that I hear him mutter, "Oh, God, this
is awesome," then he leans away from me, gets a grip on both my shoulders
and  fucks me fast. Sensations explode inside my neglected rectum and I'm
totally  squirming and moving all around, now gripping the top ledge of the
truck's bed  for support. Seth's steady fucking is just what I needed and I
tighten every  muscle in my ass to increase the sensations, all of them of a
highly charged  sexual nature.The wind direction changes and it's now blowing
over the bags of  cut grass overwhelming Seth scent with the unmistakable
smell of cut grass,  horns sound from the traffic, and the truck engine roars
as Robby drives us  down the highway about sixty miles an hour. That's about
the same speed Seth's  fucking my ass and my back arches as my shoulders
again shudder and my head  shakes with me moaning away because the moans are
lost in all the other  sounds.



I swear Seth's on a mission to fuck me hard now, slamming his fat boner  up
my ass. Soon I'm in a constant state of sexual pleasure and extremely
aroused with my head a sea of pleasure moans as my prostate sizzles and the
lips of my asshole grip Seth's boner as it slides back and forth in a
scintillating steady way. All the surrounding factors that were invading my  senses
fade into faint sounds and slight smells as Seth pounds his cock up my  ass.
That's pretty much all I'm aware of now. It's faster and harder than
Seth's ever fucked me before, but it doesn't last nearly as long as I wish it
would and I miss the "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of his belly hitting my ass.
His arms go around my neck pulling my head back towards his, the side of his
 face next to mine. He's partially standing in what amounts to a deep knee
bend  position with his hips moving smoothly driving his hard cock up my ass
 skimming over my prostate and constantly tantalizing the lips of my anus.
In  this position his thrust are even harder and I can't hold back my
quickly  developing climax so with my usual loud squeal, which no one hears, I cum
hard  against the side of the truck with awesome sexual sensations rolling
all  around my groin and stomach, as my rectum continues sending out pulses
of  pleasure sensations. There goes my shoulders shuddering on their own
again as  I tighten my stomach and groin muscles and fire out three more spurts
of cum  just as Seth humps hard against me and I feel his strong stream of
semen blast  off the walls of my rectum. It's immediately squishy up my ass
and his cock  slides happily in the gooey cream. He hugs the side of my head
against his and  keeps up a rather frantic humping of his hard cock in my
ass. I can almost  hear him grunting from the effort.

Oh man, that felt good... sooo fucking good. Seth's done thrusting with
his boner now, but he leaves it in me, his body stays plastered to my back.
I'm resting my forehead on my hands against the side of the truck, just
enjoying the feel of Seth's body as the world creeps back into my
consciousness. I take a deep breath feeling the last of my climax fizzle out  and then I
again sense my wet clothes and everything else around me. The wind  blows
through our hair and the smell of fresh grass clippings again takes over  my
olfactory glands. It's not unpleasant though. Seth kisses the side of my
face and slowly removes his cock from my ass. My ass clenches and re-clenches
a few times as I sigh. Pulling up his shorts Seth plops down with his back
against the truck. Turning around, I do the same. There are two red circles
of  color on Seth cheeks that I watch slowly fade. He glances over with just
his  eyes as if he feels he's done something wrong. Ha, I hope he doesn't
think he  fucked me too hard. Little does he know how much I love getting
fucked hard.  We look at each other now with drooping eyelids as if we're spent
after the  sex and maybe still feeling after affect of our orgasms. Then he
averts his  eyes again. I lean close cupping his ear with my hand, and
yell, "That was  spectacular, Seth!" He grins a big grin now, then leans over
and yells in my  ear, "I got carried away and thought maybe I was too rough
with you. Boy, did  I ever need than, Dylan. Thank you so much for suggesting
it. I wouldn't have  the guts to suggest having sex in the truck, but I'm
glad you did." I yell in  his ear, "I needed that pretty badly myself, Seth.
Ya gotta love these big  mowers." he nods his head grinning, and then mouths,
'Ya gotta love the  privacy they provide'. We sit here content with our
sides touching and holding  hands. We're like this the rest of the way to the
last job of the day. We're  both feeling good now and we don't even care
we're still soaking wet. The  sun's out brightly though, a quick conversion from
rain to sunshine almost  like a thunder shower that's often followed
immediately by sunshine. We fucked  during the first ten minutes of the ride, a
five or six minute fuck that did  us both a lot of good. During the last
twenty minute of this ride the wind and  sun almost dry our clothes. Well, not
our asses or backs but most of the rest  of us. I know Seth's cum is mixing
with my wet underwear and shorts under my  asshole, but that's better than
having a wet cum stain back there with dry all  around the stain. Fucking in
wet clothes is a good idea when fucking at  work.



The last job of the day takes a little over and  hour and then it's only a
ten minutes ride back to the shop. By the time we  unload and clean the
equipment it's five-thirty, which is an hour or so later  than usual, but that
takes care of the next to last Monday of our summer job  before college. When
I've changed into street clothes I walk outside just as  my cell phone
buzzes. It's a text from Robby. 'Lets eat out tonight. Love you, Robby.' I  go
back inside and ask Chubby what his plans for dinner are and he says he's
flexible. He can eat with me and then do his part time job, or go right to his
 part time job after dropping me off at my place. I go, "The reason I'm
asking  is Robby wants me to eat out with him tonight." Chubby says, "Ahh,
that's  sweet. You two are the cutest couple. Have dinner with your boyfriend,
Dylan,  but keep that weekend adventure of yours between you and me. You've
confessed  that one enough and I wouldn't want anything as stupid as that
trip to New  York causing trouble between you two." I'm like, "Thank you,
Chubby, but would  it be okay if you left out the word 'stupid' in connection
with that topic  from now on? I've beat myself up over that enough already." He
squeezes my  hand, mumbling, "You got it, bro, no more references to that
from me." He  makes me smile because he only wants my happiness and I feel
his love for me  always. It's like a comforting hug making me feel safe."
Nodding my head, I  mutter, "Love you, brother," and I get Chubby's loving smile
in  return.



Texting Robby back, 'Love you too, Robby, what time will you pick me  up?'
He tells me seven o'clock and I can't wait. Thinking back to  Robby's
kissing-greeting for me this morning I get a real sense of  anticipation, I'm
excited about going on a date with Robby the way a kid gets  excited
anticipating Christmas morning. That's the way I'm excited and so  looking forward to
what comes next with me and Robby. No one else gives me  this feeling, only
Robby. Well, I can say the same for anything I'm doing with  Chubby too, but
with Robby I can add a touch of lust to my anticipation as  well. Chubby and
I don't mention my unfortunate weekend during the ride home  and I don't
expect it to come up again, ever. That's the way Chubby and I deal  with
things... we talk it out and then put it behind us because like Chubby  said, it
can't be undone, but we learn from it. After dropping me off, Chubby  drives
off to make some extra money. He's never been afraid of work and it was  a
thrill working with him all summer. Chubby and me forever, and of that I
have no doubt. In my condo I shower and shampoo carefully for Robby. It's
funny, but whenever I'm getting ready for a date with Robby I never wear
anything Willie bought me except the last sport watch he gave me in Key West.  I
wear that because I wear it everyday and Robby would think it odd if I
didn't wear it. The prickly situation with me now is the nip ring, so that's  on
my mind. I need to rack up another little white lie for this thing because
it's gonna be noticed as soon as I take my shirt off, and there's no way
I'm  not taking my shirt off on a date with Robby. Hmmm, I'll make it a simple
 explanation and the simpler the better. I know what I'm going to tell him
already.



I'm standing outside when Robby pulls his pickup to the curb below. He
sticks his arm out the window waving at me and I skip down the steps feeling
happy, and with that anticipation I mentioned, of something good happening.
That's the way I always feel with Robby and I've felt that way for a very
long  time. I go right over to his side of the pickup to get a kiss, and Robby
 doesn't disappoint. We used to avoid kissing or showing affection openly
before we came 'out' as gay boyfriends, but now it's like we're making a
statement that we are gay boyfriends. It took me by surprise when Robby told
his dad he wanted to take me out on a date tonight and that's the reason he
wanted to postpone his trip to Worcester. He came right out and said that.
It  makes me feel good that he did. We have a yummy thirty second kiss with
out  lips making a wet smacking sound when they part. "You taste delicious,
Dylan.  I love your lips, I love every molecule that makes you who you are."
I go,  "You too, Robby," and he chuckles as I jog around and get in the
pickup's  passenger seat. Inside we do another kiss with Robby holding my head
between  his hands like Seth did earlier in the back of the truck. This kiss
from Robby  is a longer one and I feel loved and sexually aroused too, so
of course I have  a boner by the time the kiss is over. We're both grinning,
saliva on our  chins, as I put my seatbelt on. "No more bowling tournaments,
Dylan! I can't  go another weekend without seeing you. That week you were
at the shore was  torture for me." I nod my head, saying, "Me too,
boyfriend." Robby says,  "Don't get upset, but I met a friend of Travis's who's a
waiter at a small  Italian restaurant. And no, I've never been out with him nor
will I ever be  out with him because he's straight and engaged to be
married. This guy, Tony's  his name, is a neighbor of Travis's family. Anyway, he
said he'd serve Travis  or me cocktails before dinner if we want them, so
what do you say, do we want  them?" I say, "You're in charge, Robby, so you
tell me." he goes, "Oh yeah, I  forgot," then he laughs, glances at me,
muttering, "Right, I'm in charge,  baby, ha ha. Okay, we want them so that's where
we'll have our special dinner  tonight. It's in downtown Framingham." I wish
he hadn't mentioned Travis,  although the last time I saw Travis he was
really nice to me. He told me that  Robby says he's in love with me and that
that's never going to change. I  shouldn't be too jealous of Travis and mostly
I'm not, just a little  bit.

On the way to the restaurant we talk about returning to Merrimack and  then
reminisce about last year at college. Neither of us mentions Ryan,
although he has to have been on Robby's mind a little because he was a  big part of
last semester and even part of the semester before that, plus he  worked
the first few weeks of summer with us too. Just because we don't  mention him
doesn't mean we've forgotten him. None of the three of us knows  how it's
going to go when we're all back at college, but we'll find out,  that's for
sure. Anyway, we finally find the restaurant after getting lost  once or twice
with Robby doing a little cursing under his breath. There's a  small
parking lot next to the restaurant which is convenient because parking  in
downtown Framingham can be a pain in the ass. 'Dino's Italian Cuisine' is a  small
restaurant in a line of stores that are lining the street on both sides.  It
looks slightly run down, but inside it's nice with starched white
tablecloths and napkins. I like a restaurant that use clothe, not paper.  There's
Italian music playing and the place has about twenty tables, half of  them
empty. We wait at the sign that reads 'Please wait to be seated' and a  minute
later a tall young-looking guy comes over and bumps Robby's fist,  saying,
"Rob, you took me up on my invitation, dude. Nice to see ya." Robby  says,
"Yeah, Tony, cocktails before dinner is hard to turn down." Tony  chuckles,
saying, "Tell me about it, I don't imagine you and your boyfriend  get served
in bars very often. You guys look about seventeen, heh heh. I had  the same
problem though, I'm almost twenty-three and I get carded every time I  order
a drink." Robby introduces me and I bump fists with Tony who doesn't  give
Robby or me a second look. That's a dead giveaway the guy's straight...  ha
ha.



Tony seats us, giving us menus, saying, "I'll be your waiter. Hey, are  you
guys big tippers by any chance?" The way he said that was cool. It's the
same way Chubby can say unexpected things without anyone taking offense.
Robby  chuckles, saying, "Depends on how good the waiter is." Tony pats Robby
back,  mumbling, "Oh shit, I'm in trouble then." He grins telling us he'll be
back  shortly. Robby and I try to think what cocktail we want and decide on
whiskey  sours because the bar menu claims freshly squeezed orange juice is
used in the  building of that drink. I hate that term... build a drink, or
build a  sandwich. It's so phony sounding. Pretentious too, but whaddya gonna
do? We  order the drinks and fried mozzarella balls that we can munch on as
we drink.  The drinks and snack arrive and we touch glasses. Robby says,
"To us," and we  sip our drinks both exclaiming, "That's good!" I can taste
the whiskey a  little bit, but it blends into the drink nicely. Good drink and
maybe we'll  make it our drink of choice except Robby and I finally
conclude it's not  really a cool drink like a vodka martini would be. The fried
mozzarella balls  are really good too. A large group of loud diners come in and
now the place  seems busy. I like that because in a quiet restaurant I feel
awkward, plus I  feel bad for the owner and the staff. This is much better.



Halfway done our drinks Tony comes over with a basket of Italian bread  and
a shallow bowl with butter balls on ice. He asks for our order, telling
us, "Just a heads up, the food comes out slow, guys. Everything is cooked to
order." We order another drink, then for dinner I talk Robby into sharing an
 antipasto for our appetizer, mostly because the one Cory and I had was
good,  although I don't mention that to Robby. Then we both get veal scallopini
for  our entrées. When Tony leaves Robby says, "I should have ordered
something  different so we could share." I shrug, saying, "We can't change it now
or  we'll look like goofs." Robby takes a sip of his drink, then says, "We
don't  wanna look like goofs," then he stares at me a few seconds. He
smiles, "I love  you, Dylan, and I love being with you." I say, "Yeah, but will
you still love  me when I'm not young anymore and all I have going for me is
my aching soul  and my love for you?" He says, "It's my intention to find
out, baby. Whenever  I see you my eyes and heart light up and a growing feeling
of joy follows, and  I feel happy and fulfilled because of it." Raising my
eyebrows, I say, "Gee,  that was kind of beautiful, Robby. Thank you. I
don't want to say I feel the  same way about you because I'm always returning
compliments as if they're an  after thought, but they're not, they're sincere
and I do feel the same way  about you. You say loving things better than me,
that's the bottom line." He  reaches over a puts his hand on mine, quietly
saying, "It might sound like I'm  sucking up to you, but I'm sincere when I
say, as far as I'm concerned no one  says or does anything better than you.
That's how I feel anyway, and I don't  care what others think. As I see
things you're my sun and you make me shine."  I mutter, "Robby, are you trying
to make me cry?" He squeezes my hand, saying,  "No, of course not, Dylan,
it's just that I've loved you for so long, and I've  had this profound longing
for your love that isn't ever going to be  extinguished in me. And I feel
your love too, I'm not saying I don't, and it's  the greatest treasure I can
imagine." I wipe my eyes, and look at him. Then,  trying to keep us from
getting overly sentimental, I change the subject, "I  got a nip ring over the
weekend." He goes, "What? You got what?" I explain  what it is, and that I got
it at the Salem mall on a whim when Cory and I were  killing time in
between bowling. And that becomes little white lie number  6080. He goes, "Jesus,
that must have hurt." I tell him it was like getting a  red hot piece of
rock in your eye, only a little worse. Robby claims he's  never getting one and
I tell him Chubby says he's going to. So that's over  with and it was like
a shrug from Robby, and no big deal.



Even though he had no particular problem with the nip ring I was glad  that
magically we're interrupted from further discussion of nip rings. Tony
serves our second drinks asking if we'd like some house rose with dinner and
we say we'd love some. When Tony leaves, Robby asks, "What's house rose?" I
shrug, "I don't know, but it's probably wine." Robby goes, "Oh yeah, rose
wine. It thru me off when he said 'house rose'." The nip ring discussion is
left in the dust and to make sure it stays there I mention the little candle
 in a bowl flickering in the middle of this rather small and intimate
table,  and add, "Romantic, huh, Robby?" He says, "Perfect for us because I think
 we're both romantics. We need to come up with a date for our anniversary.
You  know, the first time we knew we were in love. Both of us in true love
with  each other I mean." He's inferring he was in true love with me before I
was  with him and I guess he's right, but what difference does that make
now? We  discuss that, deciding eventually that we need to figure out the date
when the  three overlapping emotions of lust, attraction and attachment
occurred and  then that will be our anniversary date. When we can't agree when
that date  might be, we change it to the date we both felt intimacy,
commitment, and  passion for one another. I say, "Well we had two of those things
way back,"  and Robby says, "We have commitment too, it's just a date to be
named later."  I go, "Yep, you're right." We give up on that, and I begin to
think Robby's  been studying about love because now he comes out with this:
"Love is a  cognitive and social phenomenon if you think about it." I go, "I
can't think  about it because I don't know what that means." Robby's dead
serious when he  says, "I don't know what it means either, but it sounds
good." I'm nodding my  head trying not to laugh at Robby who just seriously
admitted he doesn't know  what he's talking about. The antipasto arrives along
with a bottle of pale  wine and two wine glasses which Tony fills halfway up
with wine. He takes away  the empty whiskey sour glasses and the empty fried
mozzarella plate while I  wonder if Robby's drunk already. He can't drink
very much without getting  tipsy. He's not slurring his words though, and I
like the words he's been  saying for the most part. I gotta say, it's awesome
being in love.



We both butter a slice of Italian bread and eat it with some salami  from
the antipasto, then take a sip of wine. Robby says, "That's not bad. Most
wine taste like mouthwash." I say, "Yeah, I agree, this is pretty good wine
and I like that it's chilled a little." Robby goes, "Hey, this could be our
special spot! 'Dino's Italian Cuisine' restaurant can be our place for
special  occasions." I say, "Great idea, especially if Tony's still working as a
waiter  here." Robby eats a chuck of cheese, mutters, "Sharp," and then
says, "People  tend to be attracted to people like themselves. Do you think
we're alike?" I  go, "Absolutely, Robby," as I pick up a green thing and bite
into it only to  discover it's some kind of hot Italian pepper. He says, "Ya
know,  romantic love is kinda like an emotional storm, at least it was in the
 beginning for me, and I can't imagine the crushed feeling I'd experience
should our true love be lost." I say, "You never need to worry about that,
Robby, I promise you that with all my heart and soul." Hey, maybe I'm
getting  a little tipsy too. We eat silently for awhile finishing up the antipasto
and  our glasses of wine, Robby says, "I guess narcissism is a part of true
love in  some way." I go, "I don't know," and he goes, "Maybe not. Maybe
the most  important ingredient in true love is being able to see the other
person as  they truly are, and not how you need them to be, and be fine with
that." I  nod, "That sounds perfect, Robby," and it happens to fit right in
with my  philosophy quite nicely. I ask, "Is that how you see me?" He's like,
"Oh yeah,  I told you that before." I think I remember him saying something
like that. I  tell him, "Well, I see you the way you truly are and it's
perfect for me.  You're exactly the way I need you to be so there's nothing to
overlook. I  think you're perfect." He smiles, and says, "Right back at you,"
turning the  tables on our usual way of complimenting each other.



Tony comes with our veal scallopini and he refills our wine glasses.  Robby
says, "I gotta tell you, Tony, you're an awesome waiter." He may have
slurred a word or two that time. Tony chuckles and mumbles, "Thanks, Rob."
Robby and I dig in to our food and for a change we compliment the food instead
of ourselves. Robby's right though, this would be a good restaurant to be
our  special place. What's not to like about it. And, I'm thinking that all
this  talk of true love bodes well for what's going to happen later in the
evening.



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



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