Date: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 11:38:50 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 87 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 87 by Donny Mumford While eating dessert Robby and I officially choose 'Dino's Italian Cuisine' as our 'spot', our restaurant for special occasions. The waiter,Tony, is going to be 'our' waiter too. Well, he will be at least until we turn twenty-one and can get served alcoholic beverages legally. As a side benefit to having a waiter who will serve us cocktails, the food was good too and it's not overly pricey. Our dessert, by the way, is coffee, cookies, and ice cream. The cookies, called Santo trio, are almond cookies that are crisp on the outside and chewy in the middle. They're very good and so is the ice cream called spumoni, or spumone in Italian. I've never had it before. It's sort of like Neapolitan American ice cream in that it has three flavor layers. Instead of chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry, the three layers in spumoni are chocolate, pistachio, and cherry. There are bits of nuts in the chocolate layer, bits of pistachio in the pale green pistachio layer, and bits of cherries in the pink cherry layer. Yum! We eat everything and then Robby tells me this special dinner is his treat tonight, but I insist we split the bill. I'm not sure why Robby considers this a 'special' dinner, but at this moment I'm more concerned that we at least share the cost. Robby, who's usually tight with a buck, offering to buy me dinner is a nice gesture, but slightly peculiar too. In this regard though I'm like Cory, it doesn't feel right having my friend buy me dinner even if my friend is my boyfriend. I feel more comfortable splitting the cost, especially because Robby paid for the last dinner we had together. In fact I told him it was my turn to pick up the whole check, but he wouldn't hear of it so we settle on fifty/fifty. We leave a twenty-five percent tip for Tony and feel he's worth it. He was appreciative and told us to come back anytime. Tony's a very nice straight guy basically, so thanks to Travis for introducing Robby to him. We now know where to go when we want an adult beverage before dinner. I'm telling Chubby about this 'find' too. Sweet discovery! Outside we light cigarettes and talk about the good fortune we've had with our recent restaurant experiences. It's noteworthy because previously we had a string of unfortunate mishaps whenever we ate out in nice restaurants. It's like something always would go wrong, so it's good to know our luck has changed in that regard. Earlier, while drinking our cocktails and sharing our antipasto appetizer Robby and I discussed the meaning of true love. While we never did settle on an exact definition, we did confirm we're in true love with each other. Robby appeared committed to establishing that fact and it gave me a cozy feeling of love for him in my heart and some lust as well. I still feel it too, and I can't seem to stop staring at him as we stand here smoking our cigarettes on the sidewalk. There's a macho element to Robby, while at the same time he's very youthful looking and fun to be with. It feels good when he's holding me in his strong arms so I'm very much looking forward to experiencing that a little later tonight. Actually Robby's much stronger than he might appear from a casual glance at him, and you really don't want to get him pissed off if you know what's good for you. I run my fingers through his hair admiring how cute and how handsome he is. He's blowing out smoke as he grins at me, then casually takes the hand I have in his hair and holds it at his side, saying, "Isn't it the coolest thing being in love?" I nod my head with a strange feeling around my groin and a warm glowing in my heart and mind. He's more confident in himself and I think that change became more noticeable when he had his twin boyfriend thing going on. From that point on his confidence began growing and it's increased exponentially over the summer because he's had a lot of success in his supervisory position as the boss of our crew. The change from the way he carried himself previously to the way he carries himself now became even more noticeable as the summer went on. None of the guys on our crew have any doubt who the boss is. Well, one guy questioned it early in the summer and Robby fired his ass. It was Robby's boss's son who got fired, so that took balls and all of us guys admired Robby for doing what he did. When Robby and I first met long, long ago we were both on the shy side, Robby even more than me. We've improved in that area a lot since then, and I guess I'd have to say Robby's matured more than me. It's quite something to notice changes in our demeanor as we grow up, quite something indeed. I notice things like that where others might take if for granted or not even notice the changes. Robby breaks into my musings, saying, "I sometimes lay in bed thinking about you Dylan. It's almost like you're there with me because I can visualize you in my mind. Visualize you with such clarity and detail it's like I could reach out and touch you. I've memorized every single aspect of your face and body until I could describe you so accurately to a portrait artist he could paint an exact copy of you without him ever having seen you. During times like that I feel you're mine alone and it makes me smile. Actually you are mine alone when I think of you like that, and then the reality of real life fucks up my fantasy." He laughs, then steps on his cigarette butt, saying, "It's kind of embarrassing admitting something like that to you, but it's true. Like I've told you before, I'm abscessed with you and I have been since before I even knew you. You could say I was stalking you before we met." Looking him in the eyes, I quietly say, "I'm not worthy of a love like yours, Robby, but I'm taking it anyway. I love loving you and I'm sorry I stray occasionally for buddy sex on the side. The fact of the matter is I'm not mature enough yet to stop doing that." He shrugs, "You will be whenever you're ready for it and I'll be waiting for you whenever that is. We've discussed this a hundred times together and I've come to understand you, and I'm okay with it because I believe in my heart that you're sincere about us eventually being exclusively each other's one and only lover. It's just a matter of time." Nodding my head again, still staring into his eyes, I mutter, "Thank you, Robby, I don't know what I'd do without your love." Another rye grin from Robby, then he mutters, "The alley-catting love of my life, the one love and only love of my lifetime if I live to be a hundred years old. It's you and only you, Dylan. You won't ever need to wonder what you'd do without my love because I'll always be willing and eager to give all my love to you. I know very well that me confessing this never-ending love opens me up to the possibility of you walking all over me. That doesn't worry me in the least though, and do you know why that is? It's because I know you so well and I know without a shadow of a doubt you'd never do that. You're incapable of doing that because you're a sweet caring, good person. It's the way you're made, and if anything you're too nice. You're the nicest, most considerate person I've ever known. Sure, you screw around, but so do I, and even though I'm sure you do more of it than me I know who your number one love is and you know who my number one love is, and in both our cases number two isn't even close. I'm yours and you're mine and there basically is no number two for either of us." It's strange the way we can get into lover's conversations like we've been doing tonight. It doesn't happen all the time which makes it more special when it does happen. I wonder if other lovers do the same? Maybe Robby's love is deeper and more all-encompassing than anyone else's in the whole fucking world. I don't know, but I know I'm thrilled to be the object of Robby's love. Unworthy of it for sure, as I've said many times, but thrilled to have it and I cherish it every second I'm with him. It makes me feel special that I'm the one. While thinking that thought I'm unconsciously smelling the back of my wrist, still looking into Robby's beautifully blue eyes. I'm feeling dreamy now, almost hypnotized by his proclamations of love for me. He smiles at me, and then reaches over to take the cigarette butt from between my fingers. I forgot it was there. He drops it and steps on it, then puts his arm around my neck. I move my head towards his and our faces meet in the middle. Robby's lips, so perfect, kiss my lips as my arms go around him. His tongue's in my mouth now and our lover's kiss is as sweet as cotton candy and as hot as the sun. My body melds into his as I sigh feeling us float in the air together kissing and loving one another, and I'm filled with joy that it's me and him. Our kiss is full of love and appreciation for one another and I'm ecstatic that we're the only two people in our own private world. Moving our faces together, our noses rub each other's cheek bringing Robby's scent so sweetly sexy to my brain and it's all so wonderful it brings a tear to my eye. We kiss on the sidewalk outside the restaurant quietly moaning at the miracle of love and lovers as people walk past us. If they commented about us kissing on the sidewalk I for one didn't hear it. Finally we step back, our boners poking out our shorts. Robby asks, sounding formal, "Shall we use your bedroom, Dylan?" It almost made me laugh. I try for 'formal' too, saying, "That's a very good idea, Robby." He grins, then asks, "What's wrong with us? Ha, maybe we could be a reality TV show. Robby's and Dylan's true love story." I say, "It probably should be a soap opera." We walk to the pickup hand in hand. The spells partially broken, but I'm still deeply in love with this extraordinary boy. Robby drives us to my condo and during the ride we're quietly exchanging glances and grins. Our silence somehow recaptures the seriously deep mood of love that we felt outside the restaurant. I'm feeling dreamy again and pleasantly relaxed while at the same time there's this buzzing anticipation of our lover's sex that's coming soon. Lover's sex with the person I love with my whole being is the most delicious sex there is. An annoying quick-moving thought of why side-sex is necessary flies through my brain, but I ignore it to concentrate on my loving feelings for Robby. I'm feeling strangely similar to the submissive trances dominant sex partners induce in me. That's quite odd considering Robby's not being dominant at all. He's confident, but that doesn't translate into him acting dominant. Quite the contrary, he's treating me like I'm uniquely special, like he needs to cherish me. Wouldn't it be a miracle if my need of dominant sex, for my submissive fetish, morphed into that need being satisfied strictly through the true love that Robby and I have. How that might happen I can't imagine, yet I'm feeling that dreamy state of mind right now. Robby parks the pickup at my condo, we look at each other for a couple seconds, then Robby says, "We're here so we might as well go inside." I go, "Oh, yeah... ha ha. I was daydreaming for a second there." As we start up the steps Robby reaches over and takes my hand. I glance at him, and he says, "I like holding your hand, it's intimate, and I don't know, it sounds goofy maybe, but holding your hand gives me the sense I'm taking care of you. That thought brings me to what I want to tell you tonight. And it's this: when we get married and use our sperm in a surrogate mother to have a child, then I really will be taking care of you. Obviously you'll be a stay at home dad and I'll work taking care of my family. It'll be a perfect life, you and me living together raising our children." I'm dumbfounded by this mention of marriage with children, so I can only manage, "Oh." As we continue up the steps Robby's getting more excited, "This has been a wonderful night with our talk of love. I was praying it would be because I planned on sharing my vision, my dream with you tonight. It's time I did that. Won't it be awesome being married with children, Dylan? Other gay couples do it, the babies will be half ours for real. You like kids don'cha?" I nod my head indicating 'Yes," but say, "I don't know. I never thought about it. You want to get married, I didn't know, um...?" At my front door now, he says, "Yeah, of course I want to get married, but only to you. Not now though, silly, in three or four years. You'll be ready by then. Wait, we should graduate college first for sure, right?" I'm fumbling my key out of my pocket not sure what I think about this dream of Robby's. I drop the key and quick as a flash Robby catches it in midair before it hits the ground. Awesome eye-hand coordination. Handing me the key, he asks again, "We should graduate before we get married, right?" I go, "Un huh, I guess." Inside the condo, he says, "By the time we graduate I'll have six or seven years experience working in various departments for my dad's company, and a college degree too, so my dad will start me off with a good position within the company." He's talking kinda fast, excited, "So when we're married with a kid to take care of, I know my dad will make sure my salary is sufficient for me to support us all. Plus, you're an awesome cook so that fits in perfectly too. Of course we'll both share most of the house work. This is my dream for us, it's been secret until now. I want it to become your dream too, and now you'll have a few years to get used to the idea and eventually embrace it like I do. I know you will." I'm getting over the shock and realizing he's talking about three years from now, at the earliest, so I certainly don't need to give this any thought now. Fuck, I can't plan three weeks ahead, never mine three years. Hell, planning three days ahead is a challenge so I'm not going to ruin my boyfriend's dream. It's flattering actually. I say, "That's a beautiful dream, Robby. What shall we name the baby?" He says, "Oh, I've already chosen the names. If it's a boy it'll be 'Dylan Junior' and if it's a girl we'll name her Patricia. We'll call her 'Tris' after my mom." I go, "How about we call her 'Dee' after my mom?" Robby raises his eyebrows staring into my eyes, he puts a hand on each of my shoulders, and seriously asks, "Who in charge here? I'll be the head of the household and in that capacity I'll decide important matters like naming our first child." That makes my dick move in my pants, and then it hits me: 'yes' this is an awesome idea! I didn't realize the implications of it at first, but Robby will be forced to be in charge and during the next three years he'll be preparing himself for that task. What a great twist on the sub/dom situation. Hmmm, why didn't I think of this. I go, "You're right. If you say our daughter's name is 'Patricia', then that's what it'll be." We're in the small foyer now with Robby looking pleased, then he says, "If we have two daughters, you can chose the name for the second one, okay?" I nod my head, "That's fair," and he smiles, saying, "It'll be so cool, and listen to this, my dad already has a contract for a building project that'll be starting next spring. You know the old drive-in movie?" I nod my head, "Well, they're building two hundred condo units on that land and Dickers Landscaping and Design Co. has the contract to do all the landscaping design and implementation. It's a two year project, but here's where we come in. My dad gets a condo unit at half price as part of the deal. He says he'll rent it out, but I'm thinking his son might buy it from him, ya know? It'd be cool starting our family in a new condo. Huh?" I say, "Awesome. Is it okay if I work for you until, heh heh, you know, I get pregnant, sort of? Until the baby arrives I mean." Robby says, "For awhile you can work, but a couple of months before the baby arrives I'll want you to attend classes on how to properly care for a baby. I'll help of course, but it'll be your primary responsibility." Hmmm, I hadn't thought of that, but Robby sure has. I go, "You've got this pretty much planned out, haven't you?" He says, "Ya think?" and he laughs while hugging me. "It'll be so perfect, Dylan." Yeah, a lot of it will, I guess. What am I saying? It's at least three years away. I say, "Sounds perfect, Robby. You'll be an awesome head of our household." He says, "And you'll be an awesome, um, other part of the household." Well, at least he didn't say wife. He rubs my head, "This makes me so happy you can't imagine." I say, "I'm glad, Robby, I'm happy when you're happy." He runs his fingers slowly through my hair, saying, "Hey, you're hair's getting a little shaggy looking. Come on downstairs and I'll try matching the short haircut you've been doing for yourself lately?" Oh man, I'd wanted Sonny to do that, but 'love' wins over getting a trance from Sonny being dominant. I say, "Sure, Robby, you're the boss." He laughs, "Maybe I actually will be the boss by the time we get married." Then he stops, thinks for a second, and goes, "Um, on second thought I'd rather skip your haircut tonight and do something else if you don't mind," and he gooses my ass. I go, "Oh, no, I don't mind a bit. Shall we check out my bedroom?" He chuckles, "Exactly what I had in mind. You do your own haircut one more time, okay? We'll start our regular routine back at college." Oh goodie, one more haircut from Sonny! Hee hee. I say, "You're the boss," then, as we're going down the short hallway, I ask, "Have you given any more thought to reactivating the threesome with me and Ryan as your twin boyfriends?" He shrugs, "That's up to the actual boss, and we both know who he is." We're in my messy bedroom now, I go, "That's just so wrong, Robby, but if you're asking my opinion, I say let's give it a try. You managed to get both Ryan and me studying harder and it was mostly fun having you bossing me and my twin around. I mean, it was fun after the rocky start we had." He pulls my Polo shirt over my head with me raising my arms to assist him. He mumbles, "Well, you do know Ryan wants to be my boyfriend again, right? I don't want something like that causing hard feelings between you and me like it did before. If you promise not to be jealous maybe we'll try the threesome, but you know how your brother feels about it. He thinks we're crazy. Plus, I don't know how I feel about Ryan, to be honest about it. I'm not sure how I feel about him sexually, I mean. Maybe I'll remember why I was attracted to him initially, but as of now I just don't know." He takes his shirt off while I'm thinking Robby will be attracted to Ryan again when Ryan starts kissing his ass like he did in the beginning of our threesome. That was before Ryan got the hot's for me. Ryan's like a Mexican jumping bean, jumping from Robby to me and back to Robby, but will he jump back to me again? He really hurt my feelings saying he wanted to suck up to Robby as his main boyfriend again. That hurt my feeling, but I've got too many awesome memories of Ryan to get really mad at him, although I'm a little pissed off about it. Hmmm, I wonder if he's still wearing those little round wire rim eyeglasses? Damn, he was cute with those things. Kneeling down, Robby says, "Here, baby, I'll get your pants off for you," and I stand here as Robby unbuttons my shorts and pulls then down to my ankles, "Step out of them, babe." I do that, liking the way he's treating me like a little kid... ha ha. I just love it when he takes charge. All his talk of marriage, and me agreeing with everything he said, seems to have given him even more confidence to be our leader. What'd he call it? Oh yeah, he'll be the head of our household. Household? What the fuck is a household? I know what it means, but why's it a house hold? Robby pulls down my jockey shorts and I step out of them. He sees my semi firm cock. It got that way listening to Robby's idea of being head of our household with him deciding all important household matters. That's simply awesome! He takes my cock in his fist stroking it while looking up into my eyes, asking, "Do you really agree with all my plans for us?" I'm a little short of breath as I mumble, "Yes, Robby." He strokes my cock slowly rubbing the palm of his other hand around my groin and then lightly squeezing my nuts. "You've made me so happy, Dylan. I'll love you and honor you, but the obey part is negotiable, ya know? I'm not sure of that one. I'm going to be the best husband anyone could be though, you'll see. I'll work really hard so I can take my family on nice vacations and maybe get a second home at the shore so you and the kids can have a great summer and I'll drive down to the shore every Friday night for weekends. Just think of the sex we'll have after being apart all week." I'm sliding into a trance. Did he say husband? I'm not sure because his words seem to be coming from far away. When my cock is hard Robby lets go of it and it bounces up against my belly. I swallow hard staring at Robby as he grins back at me. I can't remember him ever being happier, and it makes me feel really good. He gets up and takes off his shorts, then his underwear. His cock is fairly firm too. Taking my hand he leads me over to the bed, then says, "Pull the covers down, Dylan." I do that as Robby lays on the bed with his hands behind his head on my pillow. He spreads his legs and I get on the bed between his legs on my knees. I have such a strong urge to please him my eyes sting. Leaning over I pick up his cock in my fingers and tongue the head into my mouth as my eyes stare at Robby's eyes. Slowly and lovingly I suck on the head of his cock while rubbings the palms of my hands on his stomach and down his sides. His cock gets hard as Robby lets out a low moan of arousal. Going all the way down on his boner the head passes my gag reflex area into my throat. Robby lifts his ass off the bed for a second, moaning, "Oooooh." My nose is squished on his belly, my lips on his cleanly shaven groin. After working my throat muscles for a few seconds, I pull my head up, his cock pulls out of my throat and I inhale a long breath smelling Robby's wonderful scent. He squirms a little on the mattress going, "Mmmmm, oooh." Pulling off his cock entirely it flops against his belly hard and wet, and shiny with saliva. I lick his balls all over and then lift his nuts and lick underneath his scrotum and down close to his asshole. Robby raises his hips a little so I'm able to lick up his ass crack going over his asshole, then two more long licks before sucking on his anus, then do fast licks on it. Robby squirms more now, moaning, "Oooooh, aaah, aah, aaah, that enough, Dylan! Oooh, come up here." I lay fully on his body, my feet between his. Robby holds my face between his hands kissing all over my face, then he does long licks up my forehead into my bangs. He says, "I love you so much it hurts, oh God, I love you." His lips against mine and then his tongue is in my mouth as I feel precum from Robby's cock between our bellies. My fingers go through his hair as we kiss and suck on each other's tongue and lips. It's so sexy and thrilling to be loved and to love Robby, especially when we give ourselves to each other like this. My body moves against his muscular chest, skin against skin so smooth and taut. His awesome male body with a sexy scent and a sweet loving person living inside of it. I love him and I love his dream too, a dream I had no idea he had. Robby takes his mouth away from mine gasping, his cock feels like a steel pipe between us. He mutters, out of breath, "Pull your knees up." I pull my knees up so there's a knee on either side of Robby's chest, me sitting on my calves, and my asshole above his hard cock. I move the side of my face against his, lift my ass up a little more as Robby's arms come around my back hugging my chest against his. Now he slides his feet forwards as his knees go up. My anticipation of Robby's cock in my ass causes me to shudder on top of him. His right arm comes off my back reaching down to get the head of his boner against the lips of my asshole and I sit on it a little and it goes in past my sphincter muscle as Robby's body gets stiff as his boner. "Oooh, fucccck," he goes, as I moan, "Mmmm, oooh." Robby humps his hips pushing his boner up my ass and now both our bodies are stiff as a board, "Mmmm," I whine, so aroused by everything Robby's done and said tonight I feel an orgasm coming on me already. All his words of love and his detailed plans for our lives, with him being head of the household and taking care of me and the kids. It's so perfect I can't believe I didn't think of it myself. His hips slowly rise pushing his cock all the way up my ass until his crotch is flat against my butt cheeks. We both moan and I raise my head making a whimpering sound until our lips meet. Tears slide out of my eyes because I'm so hot for Robby, so turned on by him and his dreams for us, and so in love. My rectum is quivering with the kind of pleasure sensations the biggest cock in the world couldn't duplicate. That's because there's nothing that compares to true lover's sex. My hands on either side of Robby's head with my lips kissing all over his face. In between kisses I'm muttering, "I love you so much, Robby." He nods his head a little with a serious expression on his face, obviously feeling sensations on his cock similar to the ones I'm feeling in my ass. Robby wraps his arm tightly around me again, our chests tight together, the side of my face next to his, and he begins fucking me with steady hip movements. The side of our perspiring faces slide together as I whimper with incredible deep sexual pleasure. My lips are near the side of his head so his perfectly shaped ear must be filled with my moans of the sexual pleasure. The "Slap, slap, slap, slap," of his smooth groin area against my ass joins the sounds of our pleasure moans. So sexy is the sound of skin smacking against skin. It soon sinks me into my dreamy trance like state of mind. His pipe-hard boner sliding back and forth against the lips of my anus, his fat cock head moving steadily over my prostate, over and over until my body is shaking with ecstasy as I squirm on his hot body absorbing hot sexual sensation that only can come from anal fucking. "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh," moans from me that echo in my ears. Every, 'Slap," of Robby's belly against the skin of my ass, and then the plowing up my ass by his fat swollen cock has me in a crazy world of pleasure and love. Robby's the most awesome person on the planet to me. I'm dizzy with pleasure, my nose overwhelmed by the scent of him, my rectum literally buzzing with incredible sensation, my cock between our bellies vibrating as my balls hum while producing semen, my skin against Robby's hard chest tingles and slides in the perspiration between us, and the constant thrusting of Robby's hip driving his fat boner up my ass has me shaking with pleasure. Every, "Slap!" of his belly against my ass, followed by my, "Ooh!" as his cock penetrates my rectum stimulating my prostate and scraping the walls of my tunnel of love. It's perfect, but all too quickly it has me on the verge of climax. And then it's on me with my shoulders shuddering. Oh! It almost aches as my cock gets even harder and I squeals into the pillow, my body as stiff as my boner with me trying to thrust my hips and then, and as I screech out my squeal, creamy cum comes streaking out of my cock, and at the exact same second Robby almost lifts both of us off the bed, and with a loud, "Aaaaaaah!" he fills my ass with a hard semen stream, and then we both do it all over again as more cum fires from my cock and more cum shoots into my rectum. We're both shaking, clutching each other as tight as we can. My head's full of a red color, and as I let out a long moan, "Mmmmmmm," the color fades to a pale red and finally flickers away with my body twitching. Now only a random sizzle in my groin area as I lay weakly on Robby with the last traces of orgasm tingling around my groin and ass. A minor flicker of something as my ass muscles clench onto Robby's cock and then everything fades away. Another moan, very low, from me, "Mmmm, ummm, ooh," and it's over. We're sweaty laying together for a minute, breathing hard and then a quiet moan from Robby. When I was in the midst of that powerful orgasm I don't believe I heard much from Robby during our twin climaxes. This is a sexual experience to savor and remember. We're both getting our breathing under control and waiting for our heart beats to return to a normal rate. Then I feel calm and content and at least as dreamily wonderful as any sub/dom after-sex experience I've ever had. This was lover's sex and it was as good as the other, hmmm. My mind drifts over Robby's description of him and me married with children, and Robby being the head of the household. It's a beautiful picture and one that fulfills Robby's dreams and mine too. Robby, the head of our household, how perfect, and how many times will we have sex like we just had? A million? His vision has many many great possibilities for sure. I don't think I've ever loved Robby as deeply as I do right now. I hug his head and do a long kiss on the side of his face, then whisper in his ear, my lips touching him, "I love you more than words can say, Robby, and I'll love you like this forever." I feel his cheek move as he smiles, then he lazily thrust his cock in my ass again, his cock sliding easily in his cum as I hug his head and do another long kiss on the side of his face. With each thrust of his hips our chests slide slightly against each other assisted by the cum between us, and it's utopia, it's perfection just like our future together will be. I can't stop kissing and hugging him as his thrusting slows down and then stops. His softening cock pulls from my ass as he relaxes and lays flat on the mattress. Now his cum-slimy cock is against my butt cheek. My body relaxes too and we lay together as limp as our dicks. After a few minutes Robby take a deep breath, then mutters, "Lay next to me, baby, I want to talk to you a little more," so I slide off him, but stay close so our sides are touching. I murmur, "That was wonderful, Robby. It was so sexy and loving, and so are you." He goes up on his side smiling down at me, so I do the same facing him and smiling back at him. In a way I wish the three years was already up so we could get married and everything would now be like Robby said it would be. He puts his hand on the side of my face, asking quietly, "Did you like our sex, Dylan? Does our sex make you feel good?" I nod my head, then say, "I loved it Robby, are you kidding? It's the hottest climax I can remember having. You're going to be the best-looking, sexiest head of household anyone could dream of having, and I can't wait." He caresses my head, quietly saying, "When we're married and monogamist it's more important than ever we have an awesome sex life and I'm gonna make sure we do. It's my responsibility to fulfill your sexual needs. That's why I asked how our sex was tonight. I gotta admit I was nervous telling you about my dream for us, and that's why I wanted to go to that restaurant for a couple of cocktails, you know, some false courage for me. I was nervous you might think my vision for us was, I don't know, too one-sided or somehow demeaning to you. I'll be the head of the household, but in some ways you'll be more important than me in our family." I smile, "No one is more important than you, Robby." He says, "Thanks. Anyway, Dodger will be my best man and Chubby yours. We'll wear cool tuxedoes, not conventional one, cool ones that match. Earlier I referred to myself as your husband, but only because that's the role in our marriage I'll be filling. I'll refer to you as my 'partner' obviously, but you can refer to me as your husband, you know, if you want to, and I'd kinda like you to do that. I saw a show on TV where a lesbian spoke of her female partner as her husband and they're both females, so that's what gave me the idea. I'd never call you my 'wife' obviously and I won't let anyone else call you that either. I'm going to be very protective of you and the kids." I nod my head a little hypnotized by all this. I suppose I should be slightly annoyed about a few inferences he's making, but I'm not. I love it and it's the perfect answer to the sub/dom dilemma I've had when thinking about me and Robby moving into a long term future together. This is the answer! Robby will be assuming the role he's never been able to pull off effectively so far. Well, little stretches of our early threesome days he was somewhat dominant in a semi-sweet way, but not consistently. When we're married he'll feel comfortable being the boss because he'll feel it's his responsibility and nobody is as serious about his responsibilities as Robby. Once again I have to say I've never seem him shine with happiness like he's doing now. He says, "Don't move, babe, stay just like you are," and he nimbly hops off the bed and bends down near where we dropped our clothes. He gets back on the bed sitting up and he holds my hand looking me in the eyes with a solemn expression on his face. "Dylan, will you marry me? Please, please, please say yes." Hmmm, I know it's awfully corny, but my eyes water as I nod my head, and say, "Yes." He hugs me and gives me a sweet kiss. Then he opens his hand showing me an engagement ring with a small diamond. I look at him like he has two heads. He laughs, "Not to wear, silly, it's symbolic that we're engaged. I'm giving you an engagement ring to make it official that we're engaged. You keep it in your drawer or wherever you want. Symbolism, that's all it is. It's all I could think of. It's a real diamond too." I'm back to smelling the back of my wrist wondering if he's off his rocker, but then decide to think of all this as basically just sweetly naive of him. Taking the ring, I mumble, "Um, thanks, Robby." He leans down for a kiss, then he says, "We're secretly engaged now." I ask, "Oh, it'll be our secret?" He goes, "Of course it's a secret, everyone would think we're nuts getting engaged but still messin' around on the side every now and then." I mutter, "Of course." I'm happy he's not off his rocker after all, and that right there is another saying that I know what it means, but not why it means that. Off his 'rocker'? Hmmm? Robby grins and reaches over to gently pull my wrist away from my face and over to his so he can smell the back of my wrist. Grinning, he goes, "Mmmmm, no wonder you're smelling your wrist, it smells good." Frowning, I mutter, "It's a stupid habit I picked up from someone. I hate habits." He drops down to the mattress on his side again, facing me. He's full of energy, asking, "Isn't it sort of cool being engaged?" I go, "Well, you know, I need some time to absorb the idea, but I love your plan for us getting married with you head of the household and all that." He says, "Baby, you can't imagine how I agonized about bringing that up, but I thought I might as well be totally honest about my dream when sharing it with you. Ya know, me being the head of our household is the only way I could see it working properly. I mean, my dad's going to give me a better job than you so I'll make more money, therefore I'm the logical breadwinner and that means I'm head of the household. I prayed you'd be alright with the idea, but I never hoped you'd take to it like you have. You're even more awesome than I thought you were, and I thought you were way awesome before. Getting married is a long ways off of course, but I proposed to you now because, no offense, but I figure you might need the time to sow all the wild oats you seem to have." I go, "Hey, you have wild oats too." He grins, "Lets not have our first fight being engaged." He looks so cute, so proud of himself it makes me feel squirmy and nice all over. I go, "No fighting, I promise. We never fight, Robby." He says, "That's true, one of us always gives in to the other." He's smirking, intimating that it's him who always gives in, and I guess it's mostly true, but not always. We lay in bed talking about our current open relationship and laughing at what everyone would think if we announced we're engaged to be married and then one of us goes off to have sex with Ryan, for example. For one, Chubby would go crazy. We get to laughing pretty hard at some of the crazy scenarios we make up for us as engaged guys doing sex on the side, then we're back to kissing, our naked bodies squirming against one another... ooh, it's so sexy. After making out for awhile we roll over on our backs and talk specifically about our wedding, three years off. Robby has every detail planned out in his head already. He must have been formulating these plans for a long time. He's being very sweet, if naive about some of his plans, but overall I thinks it's awesome and I now kinda like the idea of being engaged too. And not just because now it's like my alley-catting isn't important to Robby anymore, and that's because we're engaged to be married, I guess. That seems contradictory some how, a little convoluted, but there it is anyway. Maybe Robby feels his quest has ended successfully, and now it's just a matter of finishing college and then beginning our lives together. This is working out very well for me, but I'm thinking there's no way it will take me three years to sow my stupid wild oats. To be honest, that head of household thingie sounds intriguing and I wouldn't mind getting married sooner than three years. I guess finishing college is important though, you know, for the part of his dream about him supporting his family. Hell, we're almost like a married couple going to college together as it is, with the minor exception being our sex on the side. Yeah, we'll wait to graduate before getting married, and keeping our engagement a secret between us makes all the sense in the world. The only two people who need to know about it already do... Robby and me. After quietly talking about how our life will be when we're married, as Robby envisions it anyway, we get out of bed, pull on our shorts, and walk bare chested and barefoot into the kitchen to grab Cokes from the refrigerator. We drink them on the balcony smoking a cigarette. Robby and I are standing at the railing looking out at the uncountable number of stars hanging there in space. I wonder if there's a planet like earth somewhere a million light years away circling a sun like ours with two guys in love standing on their balcony looking at all the suns, one of which is ours, wondering the same thing I am. Finished our cigarettes Robby flicks his into the night and I concentrate, then flick mine off the railing and it bounces back at me just missing the sore spot on my nipple where my cool nip ring is. Robby laughs as I brush the ash off my chest. He asks, "Didn't your new piercing feel sore when we were hugging and having sex and all?" I go, "Not enough to overcome how hot and sexy you make me feel." He says, "I wish I had the balls to get my nipple pierced. That thing is cool." Man, I dodged a bullet with Chubby and Robby both thinking it was brave of me to get pierced for this nip ring. It was no big deal, really, now that I think back on it. A yelp when I got pierced and that's about it. I've been cleaning the wound like that piercing guy told me to. New York seems like a long time ago now. Robby puts his arm around my waist with me leaning into him. I'm so in love with him it makes me dizzy and I'm so infatuated with his marriage plans my respect for him soars. He kisses the side of my head, then murmurs, "Aren't we two of the luckiest guys in the world?" I nod my head looking into Robby's eyes, quietly saying, "Yeah, we are, and maybe the two luckiest guys in the universe for all we know. And just so you know, Robby, you're the one who makes our happiness possible. You're more responsible than me, more patient, more forgiving, more reliable, more everything good. You being the head of our household will make it a wonderful life for all of us. Whatever you decide about anything and everything I'm gonna be totally on board with it." He smiles, muttering, "I'm counting on you partially to at least try to do that, Dylan. It won't work otherwise." My head goes against his shoulder as I crazily think, 'Ray doesn't know shit about being 'my man'! I knew that pretty quickly too. Robby, on the other hand, knows how to make me his man perfectly. This is going to be awesome in every way.' Robby quietly asks, "What are you thinking about?" I say, with a grin, "I'm thinking how much I like that silly phrase, 'head of the household'. It's my favorite phrase now." He shakes his head as if he can't believe his ears, "And I was so worried you'd take offense at me using it, Dylan." I go, "Nope, I love the idea." It's surprising Robby doesn't connect the dots between my efforts over the years for him to be more confidently in charge and him declaring he'll be head of the household. But then, he doesn't think like that, and he never has. If I hadn't mentioned to him generally about sub/dom behavior he'd go his whole life unaware of it, just like millions of others. All my efforts about that concept with Robby were wasted efforts because he'd eventually come to the conclusion he has without me doing or saying anything about him being in charge. Irony can be ironic at times, and I know that's basically redundant, but I don't care. Finished our Cokes Robby wraps me in his arms and we sway together as he kisses my neck and then our lips meet and we're into another make-out. Everything feels different now. I can't describe it exactly, but everything we do together feels deeper and more meaningful and sexier and more real now that we're engaged. Maybe it has something to do with the fact Robby going to be head of our household too. We're going to be married and live together forever and have children with Robby finally fully in charge and I'll be diligent about pleasing him, and it gives me a boner thinking about all of it. Three years, jeez's, that's too long to wait. Robby's already initiated our love making tonight and that's because, like I said earlier, he's more confident. I just love it as our mouths suck together, our wet tongues smearing against one another with our mixed saliva on our chins and Robby's awesome sexy scent in my head. His strong arms hold me tightly and he seems taller now and sexier than ever. Robby gasps, licks my face and then pulls my shorts down past my hips, and urgently says, "Bend over." He's breathing hard, pulling down his zipper and then thrusting his hard cock past my sphincter, making a whining sound of desperation as he does it. He grabs my hips and pushes his cock all the way up my ass, pulls it back and drives it back in again with me groaning, Oooooh, Robbbieeee, umm, umm," He's thrusting his cock quickly and repeatedly up my ass, over and over his hard cock scintillates my anus lips and my prostate as the walls of my rectum expand in the path of his fat cock head. My body jolts with ever slam of his body against my ass. The shorts he's wearing mutes the normal, 'Slap, slap, slap," sounds of male fucking. The suddenness of this sex on the balcony adds to my sexual arousal. My boner tightens ridiculously and moves away from my body throbbing and I'm so turned on I'm not sure where I am, but I know it's my lover fucking me because he just had to, he couldn't help himself and that just makes everything that much better. Robby's grunting as he wildly drives his cock back and forth in my ass. Covering my mouth when I feel my orgasm racing to the finish line, then with a muffled squeal my back arches and three spurts of cum shoot straight down with sensation overwhelming me. My body shakes as another drool of cum plops out, then Robby grunts, slams against me and unload his small reservoir of cum. It's enough to be creamy and slippery in my rectum. Another half dozen thrust then, with a whine, Robby pulls his cock out of my ass and he plops down in one of the outdoor furniture chair with his dick still hanging out his zipper. He's gasping for breath, I straighten up, dizzy again, stroking my cock and squeezing up a final drool of spunk. I stare at Robby's cock glistening wet with his own cum. Standing here for a few seconds, my shorts around my ankles, my eyes blinking and glancing down the row of balconies of our building. No one is there. I sit down in the chair next to Robby without even pulling my shorts up. What the fuck happened? A final deep breath from Robby, then, "That was inexcusable of me, Dylan, I'm so sorry I attacked you like that. I, um, it's just that I became overwhelmed with desire to have sex with you. It came on me so fast, I'm so sorry." I reach over and squeeze the back of his neck, mumbling, "It was awesome. It's kinda sweet that my fiancé couldn't resist me. It's flattering." He says, "See what I mean, you're too nice. Our sex has to be mutually agreed upon." Then he lightens up, "It's your fault anyway. With your bedroom eyes and pouty lips and sexy way of kissing, I didn't stand a chance. Don't be so irresistible next time, so irresistibly sexy." I go, "Ill try, Robby." He looks at me, "Where's your engagement ring?" I shrug, "Um, I'm not sure. In bed probably. I don't remember dropping it. Um, I don't know." He chuckles, "Well, I guess the bloom is off the rose already. That was quick." I ask, "What the fuck does that mean anyway?" He shrugs, "I'm not sure actually, hee hee." We goof on each other a bit, then I pull up my underwear and shorts while Robby pulls up his zipper and we go looking for my engagement ring. On the way Robby puts his arm around my neck and pulls my head over for a kiss, then he says, "My sexy boyfriend fiancé," and another kiss. We find the ring at the bottom of the mattress. I say, "See, it didn't even fall on the floor." Robby says, "Try it on," so I do and then I pretend I'm showing my tiny diamond to people. We get to laughing, but it's getting late now so I put the ring in my socks drawer and Robby puts his shirt on. At the front door we have a really nice lover's kiss, then Robby says, "Thanks for making my dream come true, Dylan." I say, "It's my dream now too, Robby." One last kiss and Robby says, "Walk down with me." It's like neither of us wants this date to end. I get my sandals on and walk down the steps with Robby. He has his arm around my waist all the way. Not too long ago he wouldn't think about doing that. At his pickup another kiss and then we exchange, 'I love you' terms of endearments and I watch him drive away waving. Huh! The best date, the best night of my life has just happened. I wish we could do everything all over again beginning at the restaurant and our talk of love. Going up the steps I feel joy in my heart wondering if I even want to have sex on the side anymore. Not now I don't, but I don't lie to myself either. I'll savor tonight and see how long this idyllic feeling lasts. Still floating in the air of love, I do my bathroom ritual, then a quick shower and get in bed wearing boxer shorts. Pulling the cover up I snuggle into the pillow that Robby's head was on. His scent is there and it's so nice I can't stop smiling. Then I move my leg and it hits my own cum making me chuckle. What a night! Ha ha, and then sleep overtakes me and the next thing I'm aware of is my alarm. My first thought upon waking is, 'Robby and I are engaged to be married'. It was so unexpected, so out of left field I wonder if I understand what this means? It's three years away, so why did Robby want to do it now? Oh yeah, heh heh, to give me time to sow my wild fucking oats. Actually I'm glad he proposed this early, now maybe he can stop worrying if I'm serious about spending my life with him. I've been sure we'd be doing that for at least the last two years, and now he knows it too. Good. I stagger out of bed and into the bathroom. Finished in there I get dressed feeling really good about everything that happened between Robby and me last night. And, oh yeah, now I know why Robby called it a special dinner last night. He'd planned on proposing to me all along. I mean, he had the ring with him. Hmmm, or maybe he had it in his pocket for other dates too. I wonder how many of our dates happened with that ring in his pocket. Was he waiting for just the right time. All our talk of love at dinner led him to believe this was the night. But no, he called the dinner special earlier yesterday so he intended doing it tonight. Whatever, it's awesome. I don't need to keep trying to convince him I love him anymore because now he's sure of it. It's no small matter saying you'll marry someone. You don't say you will unless you will. I don't anyway. It'll be so cool, head of the household. Damn, I love that! In the kitchen I'm sipping on a mug of coffee while making Chubby's and my lunch when he bops in all smiles and good cheer. We give each other a hug with a fast kiss on the lips. It makes me smile that I finally got my brother to do that without him even thinking about it. Robby and Dodger are my role models for that little bit of business. If I hadn't seen them doing the quick as a flash kiss on the lips the past three years I'd never have the balls to get Chubby to do it with me. It sure gets my day off on the right foot. I tell Chubby about the lunch I'm making for us as he makes his coffee. He goes, "You sure shine this morning, Dylan, I love seeing you in such a good mood. I guess you had a great date with Robby last night, huh?" I start to say something and Chubby goes, "No details, please." I go, "I wasn't going to tell you details, you don't need to concern yourself about that. You wouldn't believe a certain detail anyway. We had an awesome date, thank you for asking." He asks, "What wouldn't I believe?" I wrap our ham and cheese subs in aluminum foil, saying, "You said you didn't want details," and he's like, "Sexy details, I don't want sexy details. I want to know the part that I wouldn't believe. Details like that are ones you and me share with each other. Anyway, I can tell when you're bursting to tell me something." Putting the sandwiches in a bag, then adding two bags of barbecue potato chips, and two big brownies, I say, "This is a secret, but I can't keep it from you, you're right about that. Robby proposed to me last night." Chubby sips his coffee asking, "Proposed what? Does it have anything to do with our college apartment? There's only two bedrooms and I'm not sharing my bedroom with Ryan. He's a good kid, but I don't want a roommate unless it's you." I give Chubby a dead eye stare, "Robby proposed to me last night, he didn't propose anything about Ryan. He asked me to marry him." Chubby chokes on his coffee and some must have gotten in his windpipe because he keep coughing as I'm patting his back. Finally, with tears in his eyes, his coughing stops and he says, Marriage?" I explain it's not for three years, and Chubby asks, "Did you get an engagement ring? Ya gotta have a ring or it doesn't count." I say, "Come with me," and with a smirk on his face Chubby follows me down the short hallway to my room. In my bedroom I rustle through my socks drawer looking for the ring. Chubby asks, "He gave you a pair of socks instead of a ring? That also doesn't count." I mutter, "He didn't give me a pair of socks, ya nut," and I come up with the ring and hold it proudly out to Chubby. He takes it and stares at it, then says, "Can I borrow your magnifying glass?" I laugh, "What a wise ass. It's symbolic. That's what Robby said, it's a symbol we're engaged. We're not getting married for three years." Chubby hands the ring back, "Aren't you wearing it?" I go, "Wear a diamond engagement ring? I'm a guy, Chubby, it's just symbolic." Chubby says, "I bet you wore it last night." Putting the ring back among the socks, I mumble, "Just a little. We were joking around with it. Don't make fun of me, Chubby." He hugs me, "I'm sorry. I'm glad you guys are keeping it a secret though. You know, a three year engagement is kinda unusual." I go, "I'll say. Everything about it is unusual, but Robby and I aren't like everyone else." We're walking back to the kitchen with Chubby saying, "I'll say you two are unusual. That threesome nonsense with Ryan was pretty unusual right there." We take our coffees to the balcony so we can share a cigarette. I glance at my cum spots on the floor from last night, and while grinning to myself sort of step on them, saying, "Um, we might try that threesome nonsense again this year." he goes, "What? You're engaged." I go, "It's an open engagement, sort of." He laughs giving me a hug. "You're awesome, Dylan! I wish I had as much fun as you do. Anyway, congratulations on your engagement. Um, don't tell a sole about it though. I know you like I know myself, but someone not knowing you as well as me might think you're, um, crazy." I chuckle, "We're not telling anyone and don't you either. You're the only person I confided it too." He says, "I'm glad you did. This will be fun. Watching you engaged boys maneuvering through your threesome. What could possibly go wrong." I say, "You'll see, Robby and I can handle anything together. Almost as good as you and me can. He says, "Seriously, thanks for telling me." On the drive to work Chubby wants to know how Robby handled it and when he hears about Tony serving us cocktails he gets all enthusiastic. "We gotta have dinner there, Dylan. You know, so this guy Tony gets to know me." I say, "Of course we're having dinner there, bro. I knew you'd be interested in hearing about that." Then I gave him an abbreviated version of Robby's proposal. He grinned his way through it, but then said he was sincerely happy for me and of course he'll be my best man three years from now. Okay, the engagement can sound a little silly I guess, but it isn't to Robby and me so that's what counts. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider making a tax free donation of any amount to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expenses of maintaining this site.