Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 10:25:26 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter  95

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


Chapter  95


by  Donny Mumford

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Just a little heads up before you start reading about 'Dylan'. I  have two
books published that are available on Amazon and perhaps you  would like to
order and read.(Actually one book and one short story. Read the  short story
first). There about 'Oliver' whom you are probably aware  of from Nifty.
You can easily find them by searching for 'Donny Mumford'  at the Amazon web
site.

And I would appreciate it if you would  provide a comment at the site for
the stories as well.

Thanks.

Donny Mumford


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Sunday's brunch is delicious, everything turns out perfectly. There's
lively conversation around the table from all four of us. We're a close knit
little family and we're all living relatively happy lives. Few things are
perfect, but at the  moment none of us is experiencing anything problematic
enough to share with  the others. That is, except at times in a humorous way.
For instance, the moms  jokingly maintain their running gag that they'll need
to go on a diet to lose  the extra weight they put on at brunch. They're
kidding of course, and even  though this morning they did finish more than they
usually eat, neither of  them is remotely close to being overweight. Chubby
complains, tongue in cheek,  about the juggling act he goes through
handling two girlfriends who both think  they're his only one, and I share a funny
version of our trip to see Robby in  the hospital and how we stayed with him
for over an hour on a fifteen minute  visitor's pass, and then got kicked
out by a grumpy nurse. When we've eaten  all we can, Chubby and I begin
cleaning up the kitchen smirking at each other  while watching the mom's fuss
over the wrapping of a baby's gift. When the  gift is wrapped to their
satisfaction we know both moms will then spend an  hour and a half getting ready for
the baby shower that someone is having this  afternoon for one of the
waitresses they work with. Finished the cleaning up  process, Chubby now wants a
haircut and then we're going to the mall shopping  for more clothes. It's
fun starting off a school year with new things to wear.  We've been buying new
clothes for up coming school years as long as I can  remember. Ever since
Chubby and I started working we've paid for the new  clothes ourselves. That
feels right to us and it gives the moms some extra  money to buy something
nice for themselves. We all live pretty much from pay  check to pay check,
which sometimes doesn't amount to much after paying the  bills, but we've
never felt especially poor and none of us owes money. We  don't run up charge
cards... we use debit cards only, living within our means.  It's the way the
moms taught Chubby and me to be, and consequently the money  problems many
people fret over is not one of our concerns. Sure, Chubby  borrows money from
me once in awhile, but what's mine is his so that's no  problem. It feels
good being part of this family.


In my finished basement Chubby pulls his t-shirt over his head, asking,
"How about a cool haircut like the one you have, bro?" I go, "Sorry, Chubby, I
 don't feel I have the skill for that one." He goes, "Shocker! I didn't
think  there was a haircut you couldn't do." I shrug, "So now you know my
secret. I'm  a rare haircutting savant, but there's still one haircut even I
can't do.  Don't spread it around though or guys might lose confidence in me."
He  chuckles, then says, "No they won't. Um, doesn't 'idiot' go with that
'savant'  thing you mentioned?" I go, "Not in my case, I'm rare in that regard
as well,  so I don't have the idiot part. Anyway, I need to shampoo your
hair before the  haircut." He goes, "I shampooed my hair in the shower last
night." I say,  "Don't argue with your barber! Come in the half bath with me."
He laughs,  "Yeah, okay, why not." He follows me in and sits on the chair in
front of the  sink. I tilt the chair back, mumbling, "The salon treatment
includes mandatory  shampoos now, basically because I like doing shampoos and
most of the guys  like it too. You know, after they get used to it." I
massage his head and then  his shoulder for a minute. Chubby asks, "Um, is this
part of the shampoo?" I  go, "Yep, but mostly it's because I'm gay and I
like touching your sexy self."  He makes a face, muttering, "Touch away, it
feels good." Chubby has always  smelled special to me from way back when we
slept together in the same crib as  little tots, and nothing's changed as far
as his scent goes... I still think  it's awesome. I do a really good massage
for Chubby and he soon closes his  eyes and relaxes completely. After a few
minutes I turn the water on, get it  the right temperature, and then wet his
hair and pour on shampoo. His hair has  nice texture and I like running my
fingers through it, which I do for much  longer than necessary. He doesn't
complain though, just chuckles once in  awhile.

Finally I'm satisfied and rinse the  shampoo out really well, then dry his
hair with a towel before finishing with  the noisy hair dryer. When I turn
the hair dryer off, Chubby asks, "That's it?  That's the end of it already?"
I say, "Yes, except for this," and I do a long  kiss on the side of his
forehead and spring half a boner in the process.  There's a possibility I'm
slightly oversexed. He smiles, "I was waiting for  that kiss. I thought you
forgot." I say, "That's my favorite part of the  shampoo." He wants to know,
"Does everyone get a kiss?" I go, "Of course not,  you muppet," and he mutters,
"Muppet, what the fuck...?" We walk back into the  basement where I ask,
"What are you thinking about buying at the mall. What  kind of clothes." He
says, "Stuff you point out that's cool." Ha ha, to that.  I mutter, "Oh, of
course! Now, what kind of haircut do you want?" Chubby  shrugs, "Well, are you
still unable to do a fade haircut like the one you  have?" I say, "Yes, I
haven't learned that technique in the last fifteen  minutes, so I still can't
do it." He's like, "How disappointing. Okay, then  I'll go with our old
standby, the buzz cut." For the fun of it Chubby and I do  nonsensical talking
like we've been doing here. It's our own little thing,  it's silly but we
don't care. He has the nicest brown hair and it looks good  in any haircut,
but especially a buzz cut because it's dense hair and  therefore no scalp
shows the way it does with some guys. Those guys shouldn't  wear their hair in a
buzz, but they aren't style conscious enough to realize  their handicap.
Style is another one of those things that's very subjective  and then there's
the unfortunate guys and girls who don't have any concept of  style to start
with. I get out the clippers and while buzzing my brother's  hair, he says,
"I'm getting a nip ring today in addition to new clothes. How  much did
your's cost?" Un oh, how much did it cost? Mine was paid for by John  and the
cost never came up, but I don't believe I've ever mentioned that minor
detail to Chubby. I take a guess and say, "It was fifty bucks, but a lot  depends
on the type ring you get. By the way, it only takes a second for the
piercing, but it might interest you to know you'll be in a world of pain for
longer then that." He shrugs, "No matter the pain, I've got no choice, you
have a nip ring so I gotta get one too. It's what we do." Actually it's what
he does. I got my ear pierced first and the  tattoo, so Chubby got the same.
Then I got my other ear pierced and Chubby did  too, and now the nip ring.
Kind of flattering my brother wants to get whatever  I get. Chubby says,
"Whatever my big brother gets, I want it too. That's the  way us little brothers
think." I go, "Un huh." He's two days younger than me.  He asks, "Will you
hold my hand during the operation?" I say, "Yes, the entire  one second it
takes to do it."

I do a half inch buzz cut for Chubby and then run my fingers through it  to
dislodge random loose clippings. I think he looks so cute I need to kiss
him again, so I do. He's finally become used to me kissing him, but only
recently relenting entirely and I'm assuming he's probably realized I'm going
to do it anyway. Plus, by now I think he likes it. As I use the trimmer to
outline around his ears, I ask, "Where are you getting this piercing done?"
He  shrugs, "I don't know. I'm not organized enough to have planned that far
 ahead." I say, "If you really are going to do it we'll go on line and find
a  professional body piercer." He mumbles, "Yeah, a pro is what I need."
Done his  haircut Chubby sweeps his hair up off the floor while I put the
clippers away,  then we go out on the balcony for a cigarette. Chubby looks at
the sky,  muttering, "Hot," meaning the weather. He lights a cigarette to
share with me,  like we're in the habit of doing. When sharing a cigarette with
him I always  lip it and he always grins at me when I pass the wet-filtered
cigarette to  him. Today is no different. Chubby takes a drag off the
saliva-saturated  filter, as I ask, "How's it feel not being a teenager?" He
exhales, then says,  "Surprisingly, it feels pretty much like I felt as a
nineteen year old, but  speaking of age, old people have problems I'll bet you
haven't considered." I  ask, "Is this going to be a joke? That was a fairly
awkward segue." He says,  "Joke? No, no, MJ's father told me this. He was at
the doctors last week and  the doctor told him about an eighty-five year old
man, a patient who was in to  see the doctor earlier that day. The old guy
was interested in knowing  what his sperm count might be." I ask, "He still
has sperm?" Chubby goes,  "Apparently he wants to know if he does." I go,
"Why?" and Chubby's like, "I  don't know."


He passes me the cigarette after he also lips the shit out of it, and
says, "Anyway, the doctor hands the guy a jar and tell him to bring a semen
specimen back the next morning. The next day the old guy shows up with the jar
as empty as it was when he got it the day before. He tells the doctor he
tried  with his right hand and then his left, but without any luck. He asked
his  eighty year old wife to try. She gives it her best with her right hand,
then  her left, but nothing so the last thing she tries is an attempt
between her  legs, but no luck there either. They decide to ask the old lady next
door, but  she can't do any better then the two of them. The doctor goes,
'What, you  asked your neighbor?' The old fellow says, 'Yep, we were
desperate, none of us  could get the lid off this fucking jar!' So, ya know,
strength's a problem the  elderly have you might not think of." I stare at him a
second, then blurt out  a laugh, muttering, "What bull shit." Chubby says, "Ya
think? Did you hear the  one about a church?" I say, "Nope," and he goes,
"Well, during church service  it's time to pass around the collection plate.
The preacher sees a hundred  dollar bill in among all the ones and five
dollar bills. He holds up the  hundred dollar bill and ask who was so generous to
donate a hundred dollars.  He wants the person to stand up, so a very gay
man reluctantly stands up and  looks around as the flock applaud his
generosity. The preacher thanks the man  and asks him to pick out three hymns that
he likes. The man points, saying,  'Him, and him, and him'. I go, "Sure, mock
us gay guys," and Chubby laughs,  giving me a hug. "I love ya, bro."


We finish the cigarette while talking about nip rings and now Chubby's
getting nervous about it, mainly concerned about how painful it will be. His
bravado about getting his nipple pierced is slipping fast. I tell him the
nipple is dense with nerve endings so it's probably the most painful piercing
next to getting the head of your dick pierced, but luckily our bodies
produce  endorphins. They rush in when we're really nervous or scared to help
deal with  the pain. "It's the fight or flight response." He says, "Talk about
bull shit!  Really, how much does it hurt?" I say, "Lots, so I suggest you
don't do it."  He goes, "Oh, I'm doing it alright, I just want to know what
to expect." I go,  "It's not for pussies, I'll tell you that much." It seems
body jewelry is the  latest fad following tattooing that seems to have taken
off the last fifteen  or twenty years. Us humans are basically lemmings
follow each other off a  cliff. I can't imagine what the next fad will be.
What's left? We go to my  computer and find a number of professional body
piercers, but none in the  Framingham or Natick  malls. A tattooing and
professional piercing studio  is on the way to the mall, so Chubby says, "Convenient,
I'll use this place."  We call ahead and are informed we can walk in and
take our chances on not  waiting too long. Down to the Jeep we go.


Chubby drives and on the way he tells another joke. I'm pretty sure  he's
telling these jokes to get his mind off nipple piercing, the big baby. He
says, "This private Catholic girls school was having a problem with girls
wearing lipstick and kissing the mirror in the girl's lavatory. Every night
the maintenance man would remove the lipstick and the next day the girls would
 put them back on the mirrors. The principal, Sister Mary, is pissed-off
about  this and decides to put a stop to it so she calls the custodian into
the  girl's lavatory, and then all the girls crowd in. Sister Mary tells the
girls  it's a nuisance removing the lipstick every night and then she has the
 custodian show the girls what he has to go through to clean the mirror.
The  man dips his long-handled squeegee into the toilet and began squeegeeing
the  lipstick off, repeatedly dipping the thing in the toilet water. The
girls are  horrified, but this was the last time he had to clean the mirrors of
lipstick  kisses." I puff my cheeks out, and let the air out slowly, then
say, "If you  tell me one more bad joke I'm going to scream! Who tells you
these jokes?" He  says, "Mister Foster, MJ's father. I have to laugh at the
jokes because he's  my boss. I'm telling these jokes to you because I'm
nervous." I say, "Well,  then don't get your nipple pierced. Sure, it's kinda
cool, but if I had to do  it over again I wouldn't do it. You know what I'm
going to do... I'm taking my  ring out so neither of us has one." He says, "I'm
not scared, I'm a little  nervous, that's all." I say, "It's dumb, I'm
taking out the ring, so now if  you get one you'll be the only one of us that has
a nip ring. I'm serious, I  don't want you to do it." He asks, "You'll
really take it out?" I go, "Yep,  right now," and pull up my T-shirt to gently
slide the ring out of the  piercing, quietly muttering, "Ow." He asks, "It
still hurts?" I tell him it  takes up to six months to heal. Chubby mumbles,
"Jesus, glad I don't need to  get one now," then he grins at me, and says,
"Thanks, Dylan." I toss the ring  out the window, then repeat to Chubby what
he said to me the other night when  he skipped work to stay with me while I
waited to find out Robby's condition  after the accident. I say, "Well, there
are certain inherent requirements that  comes with being one of the two
greatest best friends and brothers the world  has ever seen, so... ya know." He
says, "Yeah, I know, thanks, bro" and he  reaches over to give my shoulder
a squeeze. The whole thing got me a little  choked up, but I'm always too
emotional.

We drive the rest of the way to the mall in silence exchanging grins.  I'm
really glad I tossed that ring out the window preventing Chubby from
experiencing the pain. And, maybe my piercing will heal faster now, and also
tossing the ring was like a final 'fuck you' to John and Billy. Enjoy New  York,
ya losers. I expected one or both of them to call me. Sure, I was going  to
blow them off, but they never even called. Hmmm? Oh well, inside the mall
we immediately take the escalators to the second floor planning to first
peruse Macy's men's clothing section. A large selection of things are usually
on sale there. Macy's is at one end of the mall with Sears at the other
end,  although we don't ever shop at Sears. In between are about thirty stores
and  eateries on either side of a wide open space in the center of the
second floor  oval. When you look down the open space in the middle you see all
the kiosks  below that run down the center of the first floor. I hate walking
by those  kiosks because some of them have sales people who stop you with a
high-powered  sales pitches. To avoid that we always go up to the second
floor immediately.  Anyway, walking towards Macy's I see these two large woman
who apparently are  like long lost friends. They're on opposite sides of
the open space and are  both pointing at the other and squealing like they're
surprised and delighted  to see one another. Both of them start running
around the oval towards each  other, knocking people out of their way with their
large bodies as they huff  and puff in their impression of running. When
they meet outside Macy's they do  an enormous big-breasted hug while jabbering
in high pitched voices. They form  a lump of human flesh that's gotta
weight six hundred pounds between the two  of them. Breaking apart after their
collision one of the woman's necklace gets  hung up in the front of the
other's sweater ripping a huge snag in it. I start  snickering because it's a
ludicrous sight. I'm covering my mouth so my mirth  isn't too obvious, but then
it gets funnier when they begin moving around  attached together by the
jewelry. They're trying to pull apart, but the snag  in the sweater just gets
bigger and bigger. It looks like they're doing some  kind of big ladies
awkward dance shrieking like lunatics while they're doing  it. The bigger the snag
gets in the sweater the more the expression changes on  the face of the one
wearing the snagged sweater. Her expression is quickly  turning from happy
to an expression approaching pissed-off status because the  other large
person is now pointing and laughing at the snag. The size of these  two makes it
all the funnier to me. I'm bending over laughing so hard now I  can't catch
my breath, but I can't stop watching them. Chubby and a lot of  others have
spotted them too, but most didn't see the initial flopping  together that
caused their predicament. Most of the gawkers, including Chubby,  are like,
"What the fuck?" I'm gagging from laughing, so I can't tell him how  it
started. These two attached huge woman have attracted quite a crowd of  gawkers
and now some old guy's trying to help untangle the jewelry from the  sweater
and he's copping some feels on those four humongous breasts in the  process.
The big momma hooked to the sweater starts slapping his hands and  finally
gives one big pull and the sweater's snag becomes a large rip exposing  the
other woman's giant bra that's stretched to the limit. The fat lady with
the ripped sweater points at it and the two woman now get into a heated
argument with the old man acting as referee. By the time Chubby and I pass  them
on our way into Macy's things have turned nasty, but I don't get to see  how
it ends. A fractured reunion, fer sure.


But oh God, I'm weak from laughing, and inside Macy's I tell Chubby  what
happened. He says, "Crazy shit always happens when you and I go  anyplace."
I'm nodding my head still bursting out with short laughs almost  like coughs,
but that finally peters out. Goddamn, there's always some crazy  shit going
on at the mall. We look at the Polo section of Macy's first, but  even on
sale their clothes are silly expensive and none of the new stuff is on  sale
anyway. We drift out of the Polo section to other brands of clothing
checking out a lot of choices. It takes a little over an hour before we're  done
shopping and ready to check out. Chubby chooses a check out counter with  a
cute chick at the cash register. She has a really cute smile too and Chubby
keeps her chuckling as she rings up our new stuff, including: my $38 yellow
t-shirt that's slim fit  with a V neck made out of flimsy material that
feels like thin silk, but  isn't. It's on sale for $14.98. Next is Chubby's gray
t-shirt with a big  Mickey Mouse graphic on the chest that cost $19.98, but
there's a 20% discount  off that. I'm buying a INC International concept
t-shirt that's color blocked. The top part is yellow, the middle gray, and
the  bottom third is light blue. It's very cool with a sticker price of $29.50
but  a 20% discount comes off at the register. Chubby's got a black t-shirt
with  big lettering on the front that spells out: 'WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW
MUCH I  DON'T CARE' that cost $20 with 20% off at register. He's chosen a
Club brand  dress shirt, long sleeves with button down collar for a preppy
look. It's pink  and I get an aqua colored one. They're $38 shirts selling for
$19.98 with  another 20% off at the register. Macy's is big on the extra
20% off sale  prices this year. Chubby also chooses $40 505 Levi jeans,
straight leg in a  dark stone wash color and I get a pair of off white ones. Both
on sale for  $20.98. Two more t-shirts. Chubby's is red with different size
letters on  front spelling out, 'YOU WERE BETTER-LOOKING ONLINE' and I get
one that's gray  with a big teddy bear on the front with words over the teddy
that read,  'AVAILABLE FOR' and under the teddy, 'SLEEP OVERS'. We both get
Champion's eco  fleece sweat pants, a gray pair for Chubby and blue for me
at $40 each with  the normal 20% off at check out. Other design t-shirts we
brought were all $20  with the 20% discount bringing the price down to $16.
Behind the checkout  counter is the woman's clothing section where I spot a
woman taking a couple  of dresses into a changing room with her three or
four year old son. A minute  later the little kid comes storming out of the
dressing room leaving the door  open behind him, giggling like mad. His mother
stands there in her underwear  yelling for Robert to "Get back in here," as
she covers up. The dressing room  doors only come to within two feet of the
floor so Robert busies himself  looking under the doors into the two other
changing rooms, both occupied. The  mother has her slacks back on and she
comes after her little boy just as one  of the changing room door opens and a
woman comes out saying, "Try teaching  your child some manners." The mother
says something back that I don't hear,  but it looks nasty. The mother picks
the kid up abruptly and stalks away as he  starts screaming getting Chubby's
and the sales clerk's attention. Jesus, does  that kid have a set of lungs
on him. The mother leaves the new clothes in the  changing room with the
door hanging open and the kid's screams fade as the  mother heads for the door
and it's all got me laughing  again.


Chubby goes, "What?" and I tell him what happened as the sales girl  puts
everything, all mixed together, in four plastic 'Macy's" bags. We both  give
her debit cards and she rings up half the bill on each, saying, "Some  cool
stuff ya got here, guys. Back to school stuff, huh?" Chubby says, "Yeah,"
and she's like, "What grade are you going into?" Chubby smirks at me, then
says, "We're sophomores," and she says, "I thought so. Framingham high,
right?" and I go, "Yeah, do you go there by any chance?" She says, "Oh my God,
no! Well, I went there, but now I'm going to community college." Chubby and
I  go, "Oh, that's so cool, college!" and she says, "So is high school,
boys. I  had a blast in high school, enjoy yourselves, you're not freshman
anymore.  You're both cute too so I'll bet the girls can't keep their mitts off
you."  Chubby goes, "Would you go the sophomore hop with me this year? You
can teach  me to dance." We get the giggles," as she says, "Oh, I'm sorry, but
going out  with a high school kid, wouldn't be too cool. It's like robbing
the cradle,"  and now Chubby and me are laughing out loud at how nuts this
is. We basically  were doing more nonsensical jabber to entertain ourselves.
Sophomores in high  school, fer real? Jesus! Get a clue sweetie. We've been
in goofy moods all  morning. We wave goodbye to the sales clerk as she takes
a call on her cell  phone. Oh man, Chubby's fun to hang out with...
sophomore hop, right! We head  for the food court to get something to drink.
Basically, everything Chubby and  I bought will be worn by both of us and that
means we in effect double our  wardrobe. In the food court we get Dunkin'
Donuts coffees and sit at a table  looking through our new duds. Chubby says,
"All this stuff, plus the clothes  we bought a week or two ago, are all like
free." I ask, "What do you mean,  they're free?" and he says, "Well, we saved
about a thousand dollars last year  by making our own coffee instead of
paying almost two bucks a cup from Dunkin'  Donuts like we used to." I go, "A
thousand dollars? Where'd you come up with  that number?" He goes, "On a
Comcast TV ad, although I'm never quite sure what  they're advertising." I
mutter, "Well, if it's on TV it must be true." I'm  looking over the sales
receipt, and say, "Huh, she forgot to charge for one of  the sweat pants. I guess
there was so much stuff she just overlooked my pair  of sweats." He says,
"How do you know it's your pair? We both got the same  sweat pants." I go,
"Yeah, but mine are blue," pointing at the sales slip,  "See, it says gray
sweats." He goes, "Well that just sucks!" I laugh, "We  split the bill right down
the middle so what difference does it make?" He  smirks, "Oh, yeah, heh
heh. We fucked Macy's." It's very doubtful we fucked  Macy's even though the
sales clerk didn't charge for one piece of clothing. Ya  gotta wonder what
Macy's paid for all this stuff. Take the t-shirt that  originally sold for $35
and is now on sale for $19.98, plus another twenty  percent off that at
check out. Ya know their not losing money with the  discounted prices so what
was the mark up on the originally priced $35  t-shirt, and I wonder if some
fool actually paid the full price for  it.


Ray's brother, Elliot, and Elliot's boyfriend, Jay, come into the food
court carrying Macy's bags, and I call over, "Guys, whassup?" They come over
with Elliot giving me a big smile and Jay looking serious as usual. We bump
fist, then Jay says, "That's a cool fade haircut, Dylan, where'd you go for
that?" I tell him and he says to Elliot, "Maybe I'll try giving you a fade
haircut next time, Elliot." Jay's worked with his mother at times in a
salon  doing guys and girls, woman and men's haircutting. Frankly he never gives
 Elliot a haircut as good as the ones I do. Elliot says, "Sure, Jay,
whatever  you say." Jay's the dominant partner in their relationship. They drop
their  bags next to ours and go to one of the food stations for iced drinks,
then sit  down with us. I ask, "Have you ever done a fade haircut on anyone,
Jay? It  looks difficult." He says, "No, but I have a good idea how to do
it. I'll  practice on Elliot." Well, that's better than practicing on me I
guess, not  that he's ever given me a haircut. Elliot says, "Jay's very
talented," and  Chubby goes, "So, why are you going to community college then, Jay.
Why not  barber college, or whatever it's called?" Jay runs his fingers
through  Chubby's new haircut, saying, "That's a good buzz cut, Chubby. Your
handiwork,  Dylan?" I nod my head, and Jay says, "Chubby wants to know why
we're going to  college if we're gonna be hair stylist eventually?" I say, "I'm
going to  college because my brother and boyfriend are going and I wanna be
with them,  but I'm not going to be a hair stylist and you are, so why
college?" He says,  "Sometimes I ask myself the same question and what I tell
myself is... I'm  taking business admin so it'll help me with the business
side when I open my  own place." He squeezes Elliot's cheek, adding, "And
because my main squeeze  is going to college and I gotta keep the gays away from
him. You're so pretty,  Elliot." Chubby makes a face at me, then shrugs,
"Yeah, a business degree  makes sense I guess, Jay," as he rolls his eyes.


Chubby and I talk about our college and they talk about commuting to
college making me wonder if they know our sales clerk who's also going to
community college. They claim there are pluses for community colleges, but I  know
that going away to college is way better than living at home like you're
still in high school. Neither Chubby nor I rub it in though because Jay and
his mother have been having financial problems ever since she lost her own
business. I asked how Ray's doing, and Elliot says, "I love my brother, but
I  can see why others wouldn't, and him dumping you, Dylan, still puzzles
me."  It's my turn to shrug, muttering, "No matter what Ray told you I was
just  about to dump him, but he beat me to the punch. I found Ray interesting
for a  couple of months, in small doses only, but we're both better off going
our  separate ways." Chubby likes to put Ray down, but he won't do it with
Elliot  here. Jay says, "Yeah, Ray is, um, unique alright and a little off
in the head  too." Elliot says, "No, Jay, don't say that," and Jay's like,
"Well, as an  example, he's begun having second thoughts about being bisexual
at about the  same time his latest boyfriend dumped him. Right Elliot? And
before that he  says he dumped that girl because she's going steady with
another guy, so who  dumped who, ya know? Ray says stuff that makes you wonder
what the fuck?"  Elliot shrugs, "I don't know about that. Ray's, um,
different than most,  you're right." Then he brightens up, "Hey, Dylan, your
boyfriend's brother  will be home on leave soon, won't he?" I go, "It was
originally suppose to be  this coming weekend, but it was postponed until the
following weekend because  he and my friend Connor are going to a week's training
program to be platoon  leaders or some such thing. They were chosen by the
drill sergeant out of  their whole class to spend a week in something called
leadership training."  All of us spend a couple of minutes giving Dodger and
Connor credit for  having the guts to join the Army and then we talk about
how much we're looking  forward to our sophomore years. Chubby tells the guys
about the sales clerk  thinking we were sophomores in high school, which
gets a laugh.

Two friends of Elliot's and Jay's come storming over and there's lots  of
hugging and giggling among those four. One of the new guys is obviously gay
and making sure everyone knows it by talking in a loud lisping voice. Elliot
 introduces Chubby and me, then the four of them go off hanging on each
other,  being very gay. Jay always was a bit effeminate, but Elliot didn't use
to be,  although I see it creeping into his body language. Not that there's
anything  wrong with that I suppose as long as they're happy with
themselves. Chubby  watches them, makes a face, but doesn't comment about how
obviously gay the  guys were acting. Then he says, "I gotta take a piss, Dylan,
coffee goes right  through me." We lug our purchases into the lavatory and at
the urinal I'm  pissing away, saying, "My piss smells like coffee," and a guy
two urinal down  chuckles, then says, "Shit! I just pissed on my leg!"
making Chubby laugh,  snorting through his nose and a some mucus or snot blows
out onto his shirt.  He's cursing while I'm laughing again, thinking I'm glad
I'm pissing or I'd  have a coffee piss stain on my pants from peeing myself
laughing. Damn, this  is a funny trip to the mall. And if that's not enough
a gaseous fellow in the  toilet stall is doing some hard time taking his
shit. One of the loudest farts  I've ever heard echoes off the tile walls. The
guy who pissed on himself,  Chubby, and me are all laughing and I can't help
but wonder how red the face  is of that dude in the stall. Chubby say,
"Jesus! Let's get outta here!" We  leave without washing our hands because it's
getting unbearably odiferous in  there. Still chuckling as we're walking
through the food court past a woman,  who's also with another three or four
year old boy. They're standing in line  at the McDonald's booth when the little
boy turns around and stares at an old  woman behind him. After a few
seconds he points at her, and says as clear as  day, "You're old, I can tell." I
start laughing again and this time Chubby's  chuckling along with me. The
mother's mortified, apologizing and correcting  her child. To the senior
citizen's credit she's laughing too. Chubby goes,  "Damn, it would have been
awesome if the old lady snapped some curse word out  at the little boy." I say,
"No it's wouldn't!"

In the mall parking lot we make it to the car as Chubby's reminding me  of
last week when we lost a hub cap and it rolled into that bitchy woman. I
say, "If you think the mall's funny, we should take a stroll through Walmart
some time. Jesus! Have you seen those pictures online of the incredibly
weird  people who shop there?" Chubby drives us home with me describing the fat
women  collision and we get laughing all over again. Damn, that was fun and
we got  some cool duds too. Now for my reunion date with Robby. The thought
of it  makes me suck on my bottom lip thinking of our other reunions.
Reunion dates  are almost as good as I've heard make-up dates are. Halfway home
Robby texts  that he'll be home in half an hour and he wants to take me to our
Italian  restaurant for dinner, in other words Dino' Italian Cuisine were
Tony serves  us cocktails... yahoo! We text back and forth and decide on six
thirty. It's  after five now so Chubby drops me off because he knows I'm
anxious to clean up  and get ready for my date. He drives off to shop for our
lunch tomorrow, which  is the last Monday we'll be working before going back
to  college.


Taking a shower as soon as I get inside, and then of course I have to  wear
one of my new t-shirts. I choose the color blocked one that's very light
weight. It goes good with tan shorts and my good sandals, and it looks cool.
Being slim really helps clothes look better. Then I take the sandals off
remembering Willie bought them for me. I rarely wear anything I got from
Willie when on a date with Robby. The exception is my cross necklace and the
cool sports watch. I have Robby's friendship ring on so that sorta evens out
Willie's stuff, and Robby has a matching ring that he wears. Then, what the
 hell, I put on the thin leather bracelet from Willie too. I'll amend my
rule  of not wearing gifts from Willie to just clothing, with jewelry being
exempt  from that rule. Okay, that works. It seems to make sense. Hmmm, I feel
kinda  cool and, yeah, I am also rocking this sexy fade haircut Willie took
me for,  but you know, there's nothing I can do about that, so that's
exempt too. On  the balcony I check my watch and see it's a little after six so I
smoke a  cigarette feeling a nervous kind of excitement about the date with
Robby  tonight. I don't know why I should feel nervous, I saw him yesterday
at the  hospital and this is just our normal Sunday night date that we've
had most  Sundays all summer. I had best intentions of abstaining from side
sex until  Robby's was out of the hospital, but Vinnie foiled that idea.
Well, it was for  Robby's brother that I had sex with Vinnie, so I was basically
doing him a  favor, sort of. I look at my leather bracelet and, yeah, I did
call Willie  too. What the heck, I told Robby about that. Maybe I didn't
mention spending  the night with Willie, but I only did it because Willie
insisted and it's hard  for me to say 'no' to him. I sorta got used to doing
what he says after all  the dates we've been on together. I'm still working on
my willpower. Hmmm,  anything else? No, that's about it. Hardly worth having
a guilty conscience  over.

Robby is probably horny as all get out  after a week without sex. We're
both just the smallest bit oversexed, it's  not just me. That is, assuming
Robby didn't seduce one of his roommates in the  hospital, but what are the odds
of that happening? Heh heh, anyway that's  something I'm more likely to try
than Robby. I don't have any reason to be  nervous. It's just the
anticipation I always feel before a date with Robby  because he's so special and I
love him so. I can't wait to be living with him  at college again. Finished my
cigarette I get the smoldering cigarette butt in  my fingers just right,
and then take my time to concentrate on flicking this  sucker. Flicking it
with my hand moving forward the butt flies out over the  railing a good fifteen
feet before falling to the parking lot below. Yeah! Oh  shit, I didn't see
that man getting out of his car. The fucking butt bounces  right in front of
him as I jump back near the sliding glass door. "Who threw  this goddamn
cigarette butt at me," the man screams, but he can't see me.  Chuckling I slip
inside and go into my bathroom to brush my teeth and gargle.  Then wash my
face and hands. I don't dare peek out over the balcony railing  'cause the
guy might still be looking up, the asshole. I'll wait for Robby  down at the
curb. Grabbing my cell phone I go out the front door and take my  time going
down the steps. I'm pissed because I get a good flick of my  cigarette butt
for once and almost hit one of my neighbors with it. Just my  luck, but
there's no way he can know where it came from.


It's still quite warm so I stand in the shade of a tree looking up the
road anxious to see Robby's pickup, and then there it is coming around the
curve in the road. A big smile comes on my face automatically and I again
realize how much I love him. We've been friends and then lovers for three  years
now, over three years if I count the time we lusted after each other not
even having met yet. It was fate that I worked up the  balls to approach him
about writing for the school paper. That was way back at  the end of our
junior year. I guess I need to thank fat Carl for that too.  Carl was a horse's
ass from the very beginning, and he got worse over the  years, but without
him, where would I be? He brought me out of my shell and  made me accept the
obvious fact that I'm gay, and then one thing led to  another until here I
am secretly engaged to the cutest, nicest guy I know. I'm  lucky. Robby
pulls over to the curb with a big smile on his face. He wiggles  his finger that
I should come over and I walk towards him with a funny feeling  in the pit
of my stomach, or maybe it's my balls that feel  funny. I've got that
squirmy feeling all over me that feels tingly and good.  He's got his arm hanging
out the window as I walk up to him. When I'm next to  the car he wraps that
arm around my waist and I lean down, my head going to  his and our lips
meet. My arm goes around his neck as my face presses against  his and we do a
thirty second lover's kiss, then the sides of our faces slide  together as he
murmurs, "Hi, baby, how are you?" I say, "Really good now,  Robby. I love
when you call me baby." My dick's already firmed up as I kiss  the side of his
face. Then I drag my lips across his cheek to his lips again  for a sexy
tongue sliding kiss that finishes off my boner. It's poking out the  front of
my shorts now. The kiss ends and we're looking into each other's eyes  until
he says, "I love you so much, Dylan. Come on, get in." I kiss him again
quickly and then run around to get in the passenger side and slide over to him
 on the bench seat.


He holds my hand as we grin at each other. "How's your concussion,  Robby?"
He shrugs, "I don't know, I still haven't been able to pass the stupid
concussion test, but I feel okay. Not great until now, seeing you makes me
feel awesome." I nod my head, then say, "Me too, I love you too, Robby. I
can't express how wonderful you make me feel. I love the way you look at me  and
I love that you hold my hand. I love everything about you." He smiles,
"That sure makes me feel good. Did you miss me?" I say, "Of course, I missed
you. I have a deep passionate love for you in my heart that I've never felt
for anyone except you." He grins, "We're getting maudlin again, aren't we?"
I  shrug, "I don't care, everything I said is true." He rubs his hand slowly
over  the top of my head and then down to squeeze my neck, as he says,
"Have I  ever told you how cute you are?" I say, "No, how cute am I?" he laughs,
"I  better not tell you or you might realize I'm not good enough for you."
I grin,  "Don't worry about that. Um, can we make love in your pickup before
dinner?"  He laughs, "Are you serious?" I nod my head, murmuring, "Very
serious." He  stares at me, then grins, "Yeah, lets do it. It's been awhile
since we made  love in here. Where should we go?" I'm like, "How about behind
the building at  work where there's no security cameras." he says, "I've got
a better idea. Why  don't we go inside the locker room where we had our
first kiss." I ask, "You  think it'll be alright? The security cameras will see
us go in." He shrugs,  "So what? We just went to get something out of your
locker. A dirty uniform  maybe." I'm excited, "Yeah, okay." He kisses me on
my cheek, then my lips.  Another squeeze at the back of my neck, and he says,
"Get your seatbelt on,  this will be so cool."


We drive over talking about how much we missed each other and  reminiscing
about our early days when we'd give each other massages just to be  touching
one another, and how that led to our first kiss. It's so romantic. I  go,
"That first kiss and now we're engaged, and that'll lead to us getting
married after college and you being the head of the household." He says, "Yep,
and I was going on line just a little while ago delving into what's involved
when two gay guys want to adopt a baby. It's not unheard of that we combine
 our sperm and a doctor uses it to impregnate a surrogate mother. We'll do
that  maybe on our honeymoon. Where should we go on our honeymoon anyway?"
I'm a  little hesitant to mention to Robby I'm not a hundred percent on board
with  having a baby right from the get go. I don't want to spoil the mood
though, so  I'll save that discussion for much later. After all we're not
getting married  for at least three years, or almost three years anyway. I go,
"Honeymoon, huh?  I hadn't though about a honeymoon, but how about Key
West," then get  pissed-off with myself for suggesting that since Willie and I
spent a week  there during spring break earlier this year. Robby's aware of
that and he  glances over at me, then says, "I was thinking Hawaii." I quickly
jump in  with, "That's much better, yeah, Hawaii."

Robby parks near the building where the crew's locker room is situated  and
we get out. He says, "Because of the security camera that's filming us
here, I won't hold your hand. Okay?" I say, "You're the boss, mister head of
the household. I follow your lead." He says, "You don't let me do it now,
except when you feel like it, but when we're married I will need to make all
the important decisions." I go, "Hey, we're a partnership and we should make
 decisions together." He says, "Oh yeah, I can see what you mean. You're
right,  but only one of us can have the final say, right?" I go, "Oh, yeah,
that's  right." Oh man, I like it when Robby asserts himself. It's so sexy and
cute.  Damn, we're going to have so much fun! Inside he clicks on just the
lights on  the wall, not the bright overhead lights. He says, "Can you
believe this is  the first time I've been in this locker room all summer." I nod
knowing he  uses the supervisor's locker room now, but I think he and I were
in here  earlier in the summer. He points to a bench in front of some
lockers, saying,  "That's where you and I had our lockers that first year. It was
after our  junior year of high school." I go, "Yeah, I know. Some of the
guys from  another crew were already using those lockers when Chubby and I
came in the  first day of the summer. We use these lockers now." he looks at
them, then  says, "Come on down to where we had our lockers together that
year." I follow  him down, and he says, "You sit down where we used to and I'll
give you a  massage for old time sake, okay?" I mutter, "Sure," and he says,
"Take your  t-shirt off." I pull it over my head and sit down. Robby comes
up behind me  and bends down to kiss my neck, then says, "Jesus! Where'd you
get that  hickey?" That damn Willie sucked a hickey on my neck a few nights
ago that  still hasn't disappeared. I mumble, "I told you already. I saw
Willie one  night last week. He said he's leaving for college, today actually.
He's  already gone. He wanted to have a date before he went off to
college." Robby  mutters, "That's what he wanted, huh?" I let it drop, but I don't
get the kiss  on the neck that he started to do.


Still standing behind me, Robby lightly massages my shoulders. His  hands
feel good on my skin. He says, "It's apropos that his name gets  mentioned
because I was trying to win you from him all that first summer. The  rich kid
versus poor me." I don't say anything because I don't want to prolong  this
conversation, and anyway, Robby isn't poor like he just said. I know he'd
like to ask about what happened between me and Willie except he already
knows.  He's massaging with more energy now, his hands are very strong. He says,
"I  won you though, not him, so I guess I'm not too jealous. I just wish
he'd go  away for good and I thought he had." Still I say nothing. Robby asks,
"Didn't  I win you over, Dylan?" I say, "If you mean did I fall in love with
you and  not him, yes you won. It's just that I don't feel like someone's
prize. I feel  lucky, very lucky to be loved by you and I intend on loving
you with all my  heart for the rest of my life." He hugs around my neck with
both arms, the  side of his face against mine. "Thank you for saying that,
Dylan. I get  jealous, forgive me." I mutter, "There's nothing to forgive,
it's flattering,  but you're the only one in my heart. You showed me what love
is and now I  know." Robby kisses the side of my face, then whispers in my
ear, "I have an  intense passionate love for you and no one will ever take
you from me, I won't  let them. I had a fantasy about you and me and now it's
turned into our dream  together. Being married and living every day with
each other. My fantasy has  become our reality. Nothing in my life is more
important than that. Nothing in  my life is as important as you. I love you,
baby." Another kiss, a long one on  my cheek as I reach back to grip his arm
and squeeze it, murmuring, "Me too,  Robby." Then he leans his head around and
we kiss on the lips. During the kiss  he works his way around in front of
me, and sits on my lap facing me with a  leg on either side of mine. We
make-out, so slurping mouth sounds and murmurs  of, "Mmmm," are all we hear for
awhile.


My arms are around Robby's back and his are around my neck as we kiss  and
lick tongues together with moans of sexual arousal coming from our  throats.
Four or five minutes of kissing, sucking, and licking with our mouths
never parting. Then Robby gets off my lap and our lips make a wet sucking  sound
coming apart. Our saliva is all around our mouths and it's shiny on
Robby's chin as he says quietly, "Stand up baby." As I do that he pulls his
shorts and jockey underpants down. His four inch cock sticks straight out,  very
hard with wetness at the pee slit. He fondles his nuts, strokes his boner
using his thumb and two fingers, then pulls my pants down and turns me
around.  A gasp from Robby and then I feel the head of his cock parting the lips
of my  ass. He goes, "Ooooh, mmm," and pushes his cock into my ass as I moan,
 "Aaaaah." Robby's arms come around my waist, overlapping just under my
belly  button. Holding me against his chest he slowly forces his boned-up cock
all  the way up my ass. His cock is fatter than Willie's although only half
as  long, but no matter it's length, it feels incredibly sexy and wonderful.
 There's nothing like your true lover's cock in your ass. Another moan,
"Mmmmm," from me as Robby flattens my butt cheeks with his crotch tight
against me and tightens his arm around me squeezing us together as tight as  can
be. My head goes back to rest on his shoulder and he whispers in my ear,  "I
love having sex with you, Dylan. Nothing else compares to it." Then he puts
 his nose on my forehead inhaling, and murmuring, "Oh, you smell so good."
Robby's usually considerate with sex leaving his cock impaling me until my
ass  adjust to the fat intrusion. I've heard some say it feels like they
need to  take a big dump when a cock's filling their rectum, but I've never
noticed  that. To me I have a picture in my head of Robby's engorged cock up my
ass  pulsating and giving off pleasure sensations. He waits a minute before
moving  his hips back almost pulling his cock all the way out of my ass,
but then  forces it back up inside me until he's snugly against me again. I
let out a  long exhale moving the back of my head on his shoulder. He leans
his head down  and kisses the side of my face again, quietly asking, "Feel
good, baby?" I nod  my head murmuring, "Mmmm, yes, Robby."


Two more withdrawals and forward thrust gets his cock sliding tightly,  but
smoothly back and forth in my ass. "Okay, baby, this is awesome," and he
begins a steady pumping of his boner up my ass with him breathing through his
 nose nosily until he lets out a moan, "Oooooh, yeaaah, feels good." I
squirm  in his arms pushing my ass back slightly with each thrust as sensations
in my  rectum increase until I can't hold back my moans of sexual pleasure,
"Aah,  aah, aah, aah," with each penetration, then, "Oooooooh, Robby." Robby
takes an  arm from around my stomach and gets it around the front of my
neck bending me  back as his cock humps up my ass harder and faster. The sound
echoes in the  locker room, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," as his groin's
slapping into my ass  cheeks hard and fast. My cock is tight against my stomach
pointing up and  drooling precum. Robby's fucking me wildly now like he's lost
control of  himself, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap." My orgasm is building
as my back  stays tight against Robby's chest, my back is arched, his arm
around my neck  making my breathing raspy as I moan with sexual pleasure
sensations that are  sizzling sexily in my ass and vibrating my cock. Robby's
making desperate  sounding grunts and groans as he continues pounding his cock
up my ass. His  hips stop thrusting now, and he keeps his crotch tight
against my ass bending  me forward now, and with a whiny, "Aaaah," from Robby I
feel his sharp stream  of cum splattering inside me. "Ummmm," from Robby as he
pours more cum up my  ass. He goes, "Ooooh, aaah," and starts thrusting his
boner in my cum drenched  rectum again as I squeal, shooting a thin line of
spunk into the air that I  don't see at first because my eyes are tightly
closed, but I open them in time  to see the cum hit the floor a few feet
away. Another, "Aaaah," from me as  three more spurts of cum fire from my cock
and then drools of cum as my body  shakes and shivers. The sensations of
climax zig zag around my groin making me  shudder and then I lay back docilely
against Robby. He slows down his  thrusting and then stops entirely and we
stand together breathing  deeply.


Robby lets go of me and steps back pulling his cock from my ass. A  second
later his cum rolls out and down the back of my leg. I cough, then my  body
does a last shudder as I turn around to look at Robby. He's shaking his
head slowly, looking at me with a guilty expression on his face, then he
mutters, "I don't know what, ah, I didn't mean to be so rough. I'm sorry. I
didn't realize how desperate I was to have sex with you, it was, um,
overwhelming." He looks so contrite, I put my hand on his shoulder, "It's  okay,
Robby. It was awesome, really." He wraps me in his arms and slowly rocks  me side
to side, saying, "No, it's not alright. I was an animal." Jeez, he  thinks
this is the roughest sex I've ever had? I like a rough fuck once in  awhile,
but I guess I did expect lover's sex from Robby this time since it's  our
reunion date. This was sort of extemporaneous sex that you do sometimes  when
you have the hot's for someone so bad it makes you lose their mind for a
few minutes. I say, "It made me feel good, Robby. Feel good that you had the
hot's for me so badly you just had to have sex." He says, "Leave it to you
to  explain away my unforgivable behavior." I go, "We've had sex like this
before.  Don't you remember? We called it extemporaneous sex at the time." He
says,  "Um, maybe I remember... I don't know." Jesus, maybe it was Ryan and
me who  were naming our various sex. No, I think it was Robby and me. Oh,
I'm not sure  now, but what does it matter, this was great. I say, "Please,
don't feel bad,  it was awesome." He mutters, "You're awesome, but that was
hot sex for me  alright. I gotta agree with that, but was it okay for you?" I
try lightening  the mood, "It was more than alright, ya nut. We're in love
and we can have any  kind of sex you feel like, and it'll always be alright
with me. Having sex  with you is by far the best sex I've ever had."


He lets go of me, then puts his arm around the back of my neck,  mumbling,
"Let's sit down." We sit on the bench with Robby's arm still around  my
neck. He gives me a shy grin, looking me in the eyes, saying, "We didn't do  too
much massaging, did we?" I shrug, staring back at him, mumbling, "I don't
remember to be honest with you. I was kinda enjoying being fucked by the
head  of our household." He pulls my head to his and kisses me, "I love you,
Dylan."  I mutter, "I love you too." He takes a deep breath, then says, "Man,
I was  hornier than I thought. I thought about you all the time in the
hospital, but  thinking about you and actually feeling your body, seeing you in
person, and  smelling your sexy self is very different than thinking about
you." I say, "I  can say the same thing about you." He hugs me to him, and
goes, "God, I'm  going to be fucking you six times a day when we're living
together. It's  obvious I can't control my urges when I'm with you." I say,
"Oooh, that sounds  like some hot sexy fun to me. Six times, huh?" He says,
"Maybe seven," and I  mutter, "Even better." We kiss and our arms go around each
other as I sit in  cum that's drooling out of my ass. It smears all over my
buttocks as we move  slightly during our kissing. After making out for
awhile we sit just hugging  each other and getting sweaty. The side of our faces
pressed together for a  couple of minutes enjoying the feel and scent of
each other... two gay guys in  true love with one another. Robby takes a deep
breath, lets go of me, and  stands up taking my hand, so I stand up too. Our
shorts are around one of our  ankles dragging on the floor. He says, "I
didn't make reservations at Dino's  so maybe we should clean up before we go to
dinner." I look at my wristwatch,  and say, "It's only a little after seven
o'clock. Let's go back to my place  and take a shower together, my mom's on
a date by now." He looks down at his  shorts around his left ankle, and
says, "I should get some clean shorts. This  pair's been dragging around on the
floor, and I've dribbled cum on it too." I  tell him, "I've got clothes you
can wear." He nods his head and we pull up our  shorts. "That was random,
huh Dylan?" I say, "Yeah, randomly hot, boyfriend."  I grab a dirty uniform
and carry it out with me so the camera can verify the reason  we stopped in
here. Back in the pickup Robby grins at me, then goes, "Only  five more sex
acts to do today." I grin, mumbling, "Or six, oh  boy!"


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


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