Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2014 12:06:58 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 96 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 96 by Donny Mumford After our locker room sex we get in Robby's pickup and he drives us to the far side of the parking lot, out of security camera range. He parks here saying he wants to talk and does that for quite awhile telling me, first of all, how much he's been missing me. Laying in his hospital bed gave him plenty of time to think and he says he realizes and appreciates that I've shown more emotion and attention toward him in recent months. He spent a lot of time thinking about he and I and our future together. He knows we've grown closer and because of that some aspects of our married life crystallized in his mind. He'll talk more about these things a little later, but for now he wants to reemphasize how important I am to him, and he wants me to know how much he's been looking forward to having sex with me again. Then he reminds me how fantastic our sex was a little while ago. It strikes me that he seems quite confident about everything he's saying so it has all apparently been thought through in his head. He says, "Sex with you, Dylan, never disappoints... you're off the charts awesome! We've both been having side sex almost the entire time we've been together and I've learned no one else can compare with you. It's only been seven or eight days we've been apart, but the longing I had during that time, the actual need I had to have sex with you sorta frightened me. The thought of you not being my boyfriend, for whatever reason, is like the scariest thing I can imagine and it's much more than just the sex. You're like an obsession I have, but what can I do about it? Not that I want to do anything about it, I'm stuck with you, heh heh. No, seriously, I was so glad you ignored my advise not to make the long drive to Worcester and back. It was so nice you came to see me in the hospital. You can't imagine how thrilled I was when you walked into the room. For the first couple of minutes it was like I didn't even notice Chubby, only you." Listening to him I'm unconsciously smelling the back of my wrist again. He stops talking and grins at me, then asks, "What's with the back of your hand?" Pulling my hand away from my nose, I blush, then mutter, "Heh heh, it's a stupid habit I picked up. I smell the back of my hand or wrist without even realizing I'm doing it." He goes, "Seriously?" then, "Here, let me smell," and he reaches over and lifts my hand to his nose, and goes, "Mmmm, no wonder you like to smell that. You smell good, baby, but then I already knew that." He presses my hand against his nose, his eyes at the sides of his eye sockets looking at me and chuckling. I frown, "Please don't make fun of me, Robby. It's just a silly habit I picked up from some kid." He gently puts my hand down, "I'm not making fun of you, Dylan. I love everything about you including any silly habits you might have. It's cute." I nod my head, not sure if he means it. We're been exchanging words of love a lot tonight and it's actually reaching the point of way overdoing it, but it feels so good just being us that we don't ever want to stop being us. After a while we get out of the pickup and smoke a cigarette talking again about the extemporaneous sex we had in the locker room a half hour ago. We went into the locker room supposedly to reenact the massaging we used to do for each other. The massaging that led to our first kiss and then, in time, it led to true love. It was such a romantic time in our lives it's fun talking about it. It's like we wish we could do it all over again. We were both innocently naive back then, which made it all the sweeter... there's nothing as powerful as young love. Then, when we've been talking for about forty-five minutes we realize we need to clean up and get ready for dinner at our restaurant. Our restaurant being Dino's Italian restaurant in downtown Framingham. Robby says, "I'll talk more about the things I thought about while laying in the hospital, and the decisions I came up with, a little later." I nod my head, enjoying the sense of loving and being loved. I have a pleasant squirmy feeling all over me. Robby seems sure of himself and I really love the confident way he's been saying things tonight. I love him so much and it's such a wonderful feeling being in love. We're quiet during the drive to my condo, but we exchange silly grins knowing we're acting like love sick dorks, but neither of us cares about that. As we're driving up to the condo I spot my mom and Tris being escorted down the steps from the condo, the twin boyfriends holding their hands. I thought they would have left by now. Glancing at my watch I see it's a quarter after eight and, wow, it's even later than I thought. Time really flew by tonight, probably because Robby and I were both so happy to be together again. The moms are smiling and talking at the same time, which makes me smile. It's a good feeling knowing my mom is happy. I tell Robby, "Drive right by, we'll go around back. My mom is just now going on her date." Robby asks, "Don't you want to stop and say hi?" I go, "Um, nah, I can't think what I'd tell her about us coming here. I'm trying to cut down on my little white lies." He chuckles, "You tell little white lies, Dylan?" I go, "It's a figure of speech, that's all." He's like, "You don't need to make up an excuse why we're here. Your mom knows we're boyfriends so why would you have to tell a little white lie? We're all adults and adults sometimes have sex." I go, "Uh huh," but inside I feel funny about my mom thinking Robby and I are fucking. Guess I'm being silly, but that's how I feel. The moms and their dates aren't looking at the street, they're looking at each other, so we slip by unnoticed and I tell Robby the way to drive around the back. It's a sharp left turn at the end of the row of condos. He says, "I know the way, I've driven around there before." He parks behind my condo and we get out. Robby take my hand and we kiss, then I use my key to let us in through the door next to the garage. We walk through the garage hand in hand, and then into the finished basement where Robby says, "Hey, how about a haircut before we take a shower. It's been awhile for me and I love sitting here while you cut my hair. It's so sexy to me for some reason and I just love it!." I go, "Um, okay, but do you think we have time?" Robby goes, "Sure we do. We'll have a late dinner, and then do you think I can sleep over tonight? I go, "Yeah, I'd love that, but what will you tell your parents?" He grins, "I already told them I'm spending the night with you. They know we're lovers." I gulp at the thought they know we're having sex together? Hmmm, I guess my mom does too. It's sorta embarrassing for some reason. I forget that, and suggest, "Shouldn't you call Dino's for a reservation?" He says, "Yeah, I better," then he hugs me and whispers, "I'm gonna fuck you in the morning too." Letting go of me, he takes out a cell phone, so I ask, "Oh, you found your cell phone, did ya?" He says, "Somebody at the body shop where the truck was towed found it. It was behind the driver's seat, but how it got there I have no idea. Them auto body guy called my mom and she got one of the guys at work to pick it up for me. I felt lost without it." I'm like, "Yeah, I'll say, how did people survive without cell phones?" He shrugs taking off his shirt, grinning at me and asking, "What time should I tell then for the reservation?" I mumble, "I don't know, nine o'clock?" He calls, then tells me, "Next opening is nine-fifteen." I go, "Fine, lets do your haircut real quick, and then we'll take our shower together." He asks, "Can we make something for my lunch tomorrow too?" I go, "Sure, I think we have some peanut butter and jelly." He grins at me, "I like peanut butter and jelly." I'll skip the shampoo for Robby this time because we're taking a shower after this. Robby sits on the stool and asks the same question Chubby asked this morning, "Can you cut my hair like your's?" I go, "I wish I could Robby, but I'm afraid I'd mess it up." He goes, "Um, what should I get then?" I say, "Oh, before we decide that, I didn't tell you that Vinnie called me for a haircut. He came over because he thought Dodger was coming home next weekend. He said he needs a haircut so Dodger won't yell at him... ha ha, that fucking cool brother of yours is awesome." Robby says, "Really, Vinnie called you? I'll be damned, he finally worked through his shyness about calling you." Tongue in cheek, I mutter, "You could say he overcame his shyness, yeah, fer sure. Anyway, he got a buzz cut and I gave Chubby the same haircut earlier today, so how about you?" Robby says, "I don't feel like a buzz cut. But, dude, I can't wait to see my brother. It's only an extra week's wait, but I'm anxious." I say, "And Connor too." He nods his head, then goes, "Hmmm, you say those guys got buzz cuts, huh?" I nod, muttering, "Yeah, both of them," and he's like, "I still want something different." I go, "Well, one of the posse boys, Devon, wanted something different too and I just trimmed it up and gave him a hot preppy look. Just right for him." Robby asks, "Is Devon the cute one?" I say, "Um, I guess, he has a girlfriend, I kno w that much." Robby's like, "I'm not against a preppy look, but what else could I get." Thinking for a second, I say, "Another posse boy wanted a haircut just long enough that his hair would lay flat on his head, not stick up. So I didn't cut the top hair except for the crown, and then for a different look I cut the front bangs back to his hairline. It looked cool. It's different, but he liked it." Robby says, "How do you think it would look on me?" I say, "Are you kidding? Everything looks good on you!" We talk about different hair styles for a minute more, but he settles on the last haircut I mentioned, and then adds, "When we get back to college I want you to try the fade haircut for me, just like you have. I'll bet you can do it." I mutter, "Okay," hoping he forgets about it because I'd hate to fuck up his awesome hair. Ha ha, Robby has hair just like mine so I just complimented my hair too. I won't do much to the hair on top of Robby's awesome head, but the sides and back I buzz to a half inch length taking the clippers just over the top of the crown. Running my fingers back though his silky blond hair gets me aroused so I kiss the side of his face. He grins at me and cups my chin bringing my face to his. He stares in my eyes, then licks over my lips and up the front of my nose, muttering, "That's so you remember who you're with." He pats my cheek and I notice that just about anything he does tonight is giving me a hard-on. Wow, he's really doing it for me tonight. I've got the super hot's for Robby. He's acting so loving, but cool and confident too. He's really something and I need to adjust my junk. Some nights it all strikes me just right. I'm chewing on my bottom lip just staring at him in kind of sexual daze. After a few seconds, he says, "What the fuck, baby, snap out of it and finish the haircut." Goddamn, that's what I mean, he's got the perfect sweet, but bossy attitude tonight. I comb the rest of his hair on the top of his head forward... it's easily grown long enough to lay flat. Then there the bristly hair sticking up at the crown, and I don't know why, but it sure looks cool and sexy on him. Using clippers over comb I taper the sides and back, then use the trimmer clippers to outline around his perfect ears. His bangs are about an inch long laying on his forehead and I brush my fingers through them to bend them to the side slightly. Cute! The haircut looks good as it is, so I hand him the mirror and tell him to take a look. He looks, then says, "I don't know, Dylan. Um, is this the preppy look you mentioned?" I go, "Yep, it is." He taps his front teeth with his index finger studying his reflection in the mirror. He's like, "Hmmm, it's a cool look and it won't be any trouble taking care of it, but it's not especially stylish and maybe a tad too cutesy for me." I put the palm of my hand on his forehead pushing back his bangs, and say, "Like I said, I cut one of the posse boy's bangs back to his hairline like this, or I could just even them by cutting a quarter inch off, then your bangs would be a blunt line across your forehead." He says, "Let me see what that looks like," so I use scissors to even the bangs across his forehead and he checks it out, then mutters, "Yeah, I like that, but I want to try that no bangs look you mentioned. I think it'll look tough." No problem. I comb up his bangs and slice through them at the hair line and his blond bangs slide down his face and drift to his lap. It takes only five cuts and then he checks that out. He studies himself in the mirror again, then looks up at me, saying, "Yeah, that's unique alright. I like it because it's different, and I'm styling now, ya know?" God, I've got the hot's for him. I feel like a fool, but I can hardly keep my hands off him. I grin at him and squeeze the back of his neck, mumbling, "You are so fucking cute, Robby. And so fucking sexy too." Hugging around his neck with both my arms, he gets his arm around my waist pulling me in front and against him. He stares at me, then mutters, "Look who's talking about cute," and then we kiss a very sweet kiss. Robby says, "I can't wait to fuck your cute ass again, baby," followed by another kiss. Being in love is like the best thing ever. I grope myself, muttering, "Um, I can't either, boss," meaning, wait for him to fuck me again. He gets off the stool, and says, "Lets get naked and take that shower together now." I nod my head standing in front of him real close, then hug around his neck again as he hugs me around the waist and we do a slow sexy wet kiss with our tongues licking together and saliva running down our chins. He licks up the front of my nose again and my cock throbs as our faces come together and our noses rub back and forth against one another before yet another hot sexy kiss with boners poking out the front of our shorts now. God, Robby getting me ultra hot and aroused! When the kiss breaks, I gasp, then mutter, "Will you fuck me in my bed before the shower, Robby? Please!" He's made me crazy horny for him even though we had sex an hour and a half ago. Robby nods his head, takes my hand and leads me up the steps and down the hall to my bedroom. I'm feeling aroused and very submissive to him tonight. Was it the week of separation that's caused this extra sexy feelings in me, or is it simply Robby? I'm mystified about this heat I have for him tonight, but loving it too. If only I could always feel this way with him. I usually don't feel particularly submissive with Robby, although I always love, love, love our sex together. In my bedroom he puts his hands on either side of my shoulders, and mutters, "Just stand there!" I nod my head staring at his beautiful eyes, standing up straight with my shoulders back. He looks at me, nods his head once, then pulls up my t-shirt to my arm pits, gives me a look, and I slowly raise my arms so he can pull it over my head. He drops the t-shirt on the floor while looking at my piercing, then says, "You took out the nip ring." I mutter, "Yeah," and he shrugs then lightly touches my still sore nipple. I'm in sort of a mini trance feeling really good as I stand here like he told me to. My cock's throbbing hard as he looks into my eyes as if he's reading something there. Robby gives me a cute smirk, then unbuttons my shorts and pulls them down along with my underpants. My boner bobs in front of me as I step out of my shorts. Robby's still staring into my eyes as he casually strokes my boner, saying, "You're really all mine, aren't you?" and then he slowly kneels down and takes my cock in his mouth. I'm in a daze as my hands play with his hair. He sucks my cock until I go, "Mmm, uumm, I'm gonna cum, Robby." He licks my nuts, then stands up, saying, "Get in bed." The confident way he said that gets precum drooling off my cock's head as I stiff leg over and get into my unmade bed. I watch Robby slowly undress as he continues to stare into my eyes mesmerizing me and making me feel so wonderful my skin tingles and my nipples get hard. He's becoming everything I've ever wanted him to be and it makes my shoulders shudder on their own in awe of him. He has such a hot body standing there with his shaved pubes. He's totally naked now, playing with his nuts looking at me with lust in his smoldering eyes. What a fabulous lover! He's so fucking good-looking too, he's perfect. Robby walks over to me and rubs the palm of his hand down my cheek, asking, "Who's your true love, Dylan?" I lick my lips, then murmur, "You, Robby, only you." He slowly gets in bed and wraps me in his arms to do slow deliberate kisses all over my face. Then he licks my face and covers it with his spit that smells so good. My body shake's in his arms with my cock plastered between us, right next to his fat hard cock. Humping his hips slightly and rubbing his hand over my head, he murmurs, "God, I never thought it was possible to love a person as much as I love you," and we kiss as I whine with desire, "Mmmmm." Robby sucks on my tongue and then rolls me over onto my stomach. Being deliberate, he goes up on his knees and gets between my legs, pushing the covers to the foot of the bed, then, "Smack!, smack!" on my ass. I stick my ass up hoping he'll spank it some more, but he pushes his hard wet cock head against my asshole instead. My anus quivers as the lips spread apart and he slowly penetrates my rectum, first just the head, making me moan with sexual desire and pleasure. After the head is past my sphincter muscle the shaft begins going up my ass inch by inch sliding in Robby's cum residue from our locker room fuck. My rectum is still fairly loose from the earlier sex but his fat cock still feel snug in there, and just knowing it's Robby's cock inside me causes a long embarrassing moan of deep sexual pleasure from me, "Ooooooooh, mmmmm, Robby." His cock totally inside my rectum, he lays against my buttocks and moves his head down to mine, quietly saying, "You're really extra horny tonight for me, baby, aren't ya?" I feel pathetically needy, but I can't help it. I mutter, "I'm always horny for you, Robby." He says, "That makes me so happy I could cry. Thank you, Dylan," and he kisses the side of my face. His cock feels so good in my ass I'm trembling as I tighten my ass muscles and Robby murmurs, "Enjoying my cock?" Then, with a hand next to both my shoulders, and me sticking my ass up, Robby moves only his hips slowly fucking me. My head is moving back and forth on the mattress and I'm moaning constantly from the continuous sexual pleasure of it all. Robby's scent fills my head and it's the perfect moment. I've never felt love for Robby like I'm feeling tonight, love and sexual desire. The slow sliding of his extremely hard, fat boner past my anus lips and up and over my prostate is tantalizingly awesome. It slides snuggly up my ass until Robby's crotch is pressing against my buttocks, then he leans against me tightly before slowly withdrawing his cock creating the fantastic sexual sensations in reverse. It's like an exquisite torture with me on the verge of climax, but never getting over the top and reaching orgasm. After quite a while of this exquisite torture Robby gasp and lays on my back, quietly murmuring, "My arm's were giving out there, it was like doing a hundred pushups. I hope it feels as good to you and it does to me." I murmur, "Oh Robby, nothing has ever felt better. I love you so much." He kisses the side of my face, then chuckles, muttering, "Fucking your ass is fabulous and it's brought on an overwhelming urge to finally climax so now I'm gonna get us both off," and the "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds begin as his body smacks rapidly against my ass. The sounds of male fucking fills the room as Robby's fucking me fast and hard. The sensations in my rectum are amazing and I'm going, "Ah," with every thrust up my ass. In less then a minute I lift up off the mattress a bit, arching my back gasping. Fireworks flare up, sizzling in my head and with incredibly hot sexy sensations zipping about my rectum and groin I shoot a nice little string of cum onto my sheet. I'm making a screeching sound that would be funny if my body wasn't shaking so hard. Robby makes a desperate grunting sound, and then fast, "Slap, slap, slap," penetrations. In less then a minute he climaxes in my ass with his body shaking as hard as mine did. He thrusts a few more times, then he lays on my back as we moan together with out hearts pounding and both of us breathing deeply. It's so perfect I hold my breath trying too recall each second of it while laying in my own cum. Then I gasp for breath realizing I held my breath too long. His cock in my ass feels so natural, like it should be there twenty-four/seven. Wouldn't that be something? We lay like that, sweaty and contented until Robby picks up my wrist and looks a my wristwatch. He mutters, "We're in good shape time-wise. How'd you like my fuck, baby?" Huh! It's funny, but every 'top' I've ever been with asks that same question, not that I've been with that many. Well, my first 'top', the nefarious fat Carl didn't ask, he told me... he'd be like, 'You loved that fuck, no way you didn't. Now suck my cock or I won't fuck you again tonight." He was delightful, but I didn't know any better at the time. I tell Robby, "It was so sexually fulfilling and awesomely hot I can't totally put into words how much I loved it." He chuckles, "Jeez, I think ya did a pretty good job of putting it into words." He kisses me, muttering, "I love you to death." Robby pulls his cock out with me making a hissing sound through my teeth. Then, after one last little shoulder shudder, I turn over and grab him to hug him against me. He goes, "Oh man, you got cum all over me." I say, "Hey, you filled my ass with cum, so what are ya talking about?" He kisses me quickly, saying, "Just kidding, come on, get up," and he smacks my ass. We get up and I do what Ryan used to do with Robby, I get right against him looking at him and smirking. He grins and puts his arm around my waist for a hug, saying, "This is so nice, Dylan. I feel your love for me." I go, "And I got the hot's for you something terrible too." He walks me into the bathroom telling me, "Seriously, Dylan, the way you're acting towards me tonight is how I always fantasized you being. You know, adoring and clingy because you can't get enough of me. It's like you can't get enough of me, right?" I nod my head grinning at him. He says, "I absolutely love that!" I say, "Yeah, you're right, I can't get enough of you because you're being so confidently bossy and sexy tonight." He says, "I'm not being bossy. Whaddaya mean?" Oh good, that's even better. He doesn't even realize it now, it's become normal behavior for him. That's perfect! I think it was the marriage proposal and me going along with him about everything, that's given him extra confidence where he and I are concerned. I say, "Okay, not bossy, if you don't care for that terminology, how about it's because you're acting very much in charge?" He turns the shower on, asking, "Oh, is this about that dominant thingie during sex?" I mutter, "I don't know, sort of, I guess." He says, "Well, I'm the 'top' because you want to be the 'bottom', so yeah I'm sorta in charge of the sex in that regard." I say, "Whatever, I just love being with you and doing things together." He goes, "Next week we'll be together almost all the time at college." I nod my head grinning, and then say, "Yeah, just like I planned it, but why do you say almost?" He chuckles, muttering, "I'll tell you later, but hey, I'm suppose to be the one with the obsession," and he takes my hand pulling me under the water. I say, "I've got as big an obsession as you." He goes, "No way," and I say, "Way." He covers my mouth with the palm of his hand, grinning while saying, "You'll get soap in your mouth if you're not careful." See what I mean about Robby being in charge? I love it and lean against him keeping my mouth shut. We shampoo each others hair, which on my head isn't much. After rinsing the shampoo Robby washes my body using a washcloth and plenty of bath gel as I lean up against the tile wall. There's barely enough room in the shower stall for two of us so our bodies are constantly sliding together and it's awesome. We somehow get each other clean with me using the same washcloth to wash Robby's taut sexy body that he used on me. I do his privates with my bare hand as he wipes out some cum from my ass with his finger up there. We're grinning and giggling all through the shower. We're doing with each others body whatever we feel like. His body is mine and mine is his. While rinsing the soap off under the flowing water that's pouring from the shower head above we hug and kiss while murmuring more words of love. When we get out of the shower we dry each other using two fluffy cotton towels and then walk into the bedroom where Robby says, "Damn, I wish we held off the sex until after the shower." I ask why, and he says, "So we'd be doing it right now, why else? Heh heh, you sex pot." I insist Robby wear my new clothes purchased earlier today, but he insists he wear clothes I've worn before, so he's the boss. I put on new stuff and he wears my clean older stuff. He says, "Oooou, I'm wearing your jockey shorts." I'm jealous I can't wear his underwear because I think that's one of the sexiest things to do." Dressed now, Robby says, "I'm hungry, lets go." I say, "Wait," and get my hairbrush to brush his hairs forward on top of his head, "There, you're perfect now." He nods his head and without thinking, it's like automatic now that he takes my hand, asking, "Can we go now?" I say, "Yep," and we walk hand in hand downstairs and out back to his pickup, with Robby telling me, "This is my treat tonight, Dylan. Dinner's on me and I don't want to hear any arguments about that from you." I say, "Yes, Robby, you're the boss, but lets have a cigarette first." He chuckles, "I'm the boss as long as you get everything the way you want it, right?" I pass him a cigarette, saying, "That is just so wrong, Robby." He makes a cute face and then holds his lighter out to light my smoke, going, "We forgot to make my lunch." I mutter, "We'll do it when we get back.". We lean up against his pickup truck in the fading light and talk about how our lives will be when we're married. I remind Robby he'll be the head of the household, and he says, "I know that, Dylan. I'm going to be very fair about it too." I go, "Hey, I'm on board with your vision totally, believe me, what you say goes." Robby nods his head, like, of course, making my dick move in my shorts. He asks, "Did you ask your brother to be your best man yet?" I say, "Oh yeah, right after you proposed, but I don't think he took it too seriously because it's three years away. I mean he knows he'll be my best man whenever I get married, but he says a lot of things can happen in three years. Maybe you'll change your mind." Robby barks out a laugh, "That's a good one, me changing my mind. No way! And the way you're acting towards me tonight is making me actually feel like the head of a household, it's perfect. Just what I expect when we're married." I ask, "What do you mean, the way I'm acting tonight?" He shrugs, "You're being, um, openly demonstrative about your feelings for me and it makes me want to take care of you just like I'm going to do when we're married. Please, don't change." I say, "Well, you're the special one, Robby, and you're also so sexually hot to me I can hardly keep my hands off you. I'm not gonna change, I like doing what you want." He smiles and pulls my head over to kiss the side of my forehead, "That's sweet, baby." I lean against him, murmuring, "I didn't realize how much I'd miss you until, you know, you were in that accident and anything could have happened. Something really bad." He hugs around my waist looking at me, "I never thought I'd say it, but tonight I believe you're finally loving and appreciating me almost the way I love and appreciate you." He takes a deep breath, "It's been a long journey, but you never had a chance, ya know, I wasn't ever going let you get away from me. We're meant for each other, and I know lots of lovers say that, but in our case it's actually true." I feel weirdly close to Robby tonight, like I've never felt before. It's like I'm afraid he's so special he may realize I don't deserve him. Dropping my cigarette butt, I say, "Hug me tighter, Robby." He flicks his butt away and gets both his arms around me to give me a big hug, then he holds onto me, and asks, "Is something troubling you, Dylan? Something I can help you with maybe. You're being so clingy, not that I mind it at all, but if something's bothering you tell me and we'll take care of it together." I put the side of my face against his, and quietly say, "No, Robby, really. I just feel I need you to love me. I'm needy I guess." Another tight hug as he whispers in my ear, "I'll hug you all night, all my romantic love is for only you, no one else." I snuggle into him feeling loved and wonderful, but I'm not at all sure what's gotten into me tonight. All I know is I'm deeply in love with Robby and that he smells so good and it feels safe and wonderful being held by him. He sways me gently side to side a little and I'm feeling almost like I'm in one of my dreamy trances. I quietly say, "Robby, I wanna tell you something and it's important and right from my heart." He says, "Sure, Dylan, what is it?" Snuggling in against him tighter, I say, "Whenever you want me to settle down only with you, I'm ready for it whenever you say. I already know that no one else can compare to you and that I only want to be with you." He stops swaying us and gets his forefinger under my chin lifting my face so he can look into my eyes, "Are you sure you're ready?" Swallowing nosily, I nod my head that I'm willing to try. He keeps staring into my eyes, then asks, "You're sure you want me to be the one who decides when we both give up all, and I mean all, the side sex? You're not going to change your mind?" I am definitely in a trance now as I feel us float off the ground. I say, so quietly he can hardly hear me, "No Robby, I won't change my mind. You decide when and I promise, I give you my word, I'll never cheat on you again." I drop my eyes as he quietly says, "You haven't been cheating on me. We agreed to an open relationship. Tell me again that you're ready to have sex only with me, one more time, Dylan, and look me in the eyes." I look at his intense beautiful blue eyes, and say, "Whenever you tell me, that's when we begin only having intimate, um, sexual relations with each other. No side sex of any kind." He sucks his lips nodding his head, then puts a hand behind my head and pulls my head to his shoulder and rocks us some more. I think he's choked up. In a minute or so, he says, "Okay then, it's settled. My first inclination was to say right now is when we start, but that's irrational. You and me, and I'm sorry for being blunt, but especially you, need some more time to think about what you just committed to, and you need to remember it as you try to wean yourself of whatever it is that lures you into having sex with others. I've been at fault in the past, but lately it's only been infrequent sex with Travis. On our last date we went to the movies and we didn't even have sex. Travis and I have become good friends, gay friends, but not only for sex. I think you need some more time to get where I am with that. If I call it too early I'm afraid in time I'll see you being unhappy, and I want you to be ecstatically happy when we're an exclusive couple. Okay?" I nod head, disappointed he didn't say we'll start tonight. That's the weird kind of mood I'm in, for reasons unknown. Anyway, Robby knows me better than I know myself, so he made the right decision to put it off. He hugs me for a minute more, then says, "Come on, we'll be late for our dinner reservation." I kiss his lips, nodding my head and then get in the car grinning at him. When he gets in, I say, "You don't think I'm ready yet, huh?" He says, "This minute you are, I can see it in your eyes, but tomorrow or next week maybe not so much. Lets see how it goes, I'm gonna be the one to tell you when it starts and that'll be final. I'll take the responsibility and I'll know when the time is right." I say, "It's going to definitely be me and you some day though, right? That's positive, right?" He says, "I've never doubted that and you don't need to either. And, after tonight I'm more sure of it than ever before. Thank you for offering that, Dylan. I'm really happy you were the one who brought it up, and that might be the biggest understatement of all time." Damn, it's awesome being with someone like Robby. When we're together he's confident about being himself and getting more and more confident of my love and adoration of him. I'm more sure of it myself too. I wonder if I could have pulled it off if he said we're starting being an exclusive couple tonight. Like he said, I do feel I could be celibate except for him as of now. He's also right that I might have a hard time doing it, but definitely not as hard a time as I would have had, say a year ago or even six months ago. Then there's Ryan who, next to Robby, I loved too. No one else have I felt romantic love for except those two. I thought it was real with Ryan, but he apparently didn't feel as strongly about it as I did, although he said he did. Like Robby said, we'll see what's up with Ryan when we see him in a week. How will I feel about Ryan? I really don't know. Robby asks, "What's different about tonight, Dylan? I mean, you seem so in love with me, more so than ever. I'm not complaining, believe you me I'm not complaining, I love it." I go, "I don't know, Robby. It's you, I'm infatuated with you. I adore you and you're so nice to me and so loving and so fucking sexy I can hardly keep myself from throwing my body into your arms. Everything about you makes me swoon like some love sick girl." He says, "You're about as far removed from a girl as it's possible to be, you're all boy, so forget the girl reference, but hold onto the love sick part." As he drives Robby's complimenting me about my attitude of late, saying he's been noticing a difference in my attitude for awhile now, a change for the better where he's concerned. He said he began noticing it about the time of our threesome with Ryan. He feels this trend has continued since then and now he no longer has any doubts about my true love for him. He's wondering if he takes charge of the threesome again this year whether it will be a good thing or not. That's one of the things he wants to talk to me about. He's come to some sort of conclusion about that, and some other stuff involving me. We're on our way to the restaurant with Robby driving and me staring at him transfixed and captivated by his voice, it's very boyish but he's talking very authoritatively at the same time. I love it! I'm also trying to figure out what happened that's made me move to a new level of appreciation, love, and lust for Robby like I've been feeling this entire date. I don't think it's one single thing he did tonight so much as it's everything he's done since we've known each other. Maybe I reached the tipping point, a culmination of all my interactions with Robby over the years and it's triggered this new devotion in me for him. It feels really good, I know that much. Maybe the accident had something to do with it too. Like I told him, it brought home to me that nothing important should ever be taken for granted because it could be gone in a flash of misfortune. My life would be empty without Robby's love the same way it would be without Chubby's love. Maybe the two hot sexual episodes Robby and I had earlier has something to do with me reaching the tipping point too, plus him talking about us having sex all the time when we're living together. He keeps glancing over at me as he drives and talks. He has a little contented grin on his lips the whole time he's talking, probably sensing my admiration and love. The mood I'm in is very much like the sexual trances I've been known to experience. I feel positive the reason he didn't take me up on my offer to be exclusively his was for the reason he stated... that I'm not ready yet, and not because he isn't. I also believe that Travis is his only side sex partner and that they aren't even having regular sex anymore. I'm the beneficiary of that because Robby's as sexual as I am and he'll satisfy his need with me, so we'll have more frequent sex as a result. It's all good as far as I can see. The closest Robby can park is two blocks away from the restaurant. We get out and when on the sidewalk he takes my hand, asking, "What should we order for drinks tonight?" I say, "How about we stick with beer?" He says, "Okay, but we're doing a shot with the first beer to celebrate what I consider a major breakthrough in our love affair." I hate shots, but don't tell Robby that because he looks so pleased with himself and so happy. I don't want to do anything to put a damper on that. I mumble, "Whatever you say, Robby," and he pulls me to him and gets both arms around my ass holding my crotch against his, "I love this Dylan the best. I've loved all the Dylan versions, but this one most of all," and he kisses my lips as I lay against him crazily in love with everything about him. He rubs up my back, then squeezes me, mumbling, "I'm so glad we're sleeping together tonight, baby." I say, "Me too," and he kisses me a long wet kiss and then takes my hand again, saying, "I'll order for us tonight, okay?" He finished that sentence with 'Okay?' but it didn't sound like a question so much as a statement. I say, "Yep, I like it when you do that," and it's true, I do. That's another thing Willie broke me in on, him ordering my dinner. He broke me in on a lot of things. I'm not sure if I influenced Robby into kissing in public, holding hands, and ordering for me when we go out, or if he came into those things on his own. Probably a little of both. This is all so awesome. Inside the restaurant we find it's crowded again, which is a good indication it's a good spot. It appears that half the place has been taken over by a private party of some kind. Tables are separated on one side of the restaurant for twenty-five to thirty older people. It's noisy in here, but I like a noisy restaurant. I spot our waiter, Tony, who gives me a smile. Then he says something to the lady who seats people as she walks by him. She comes over with a smile, saying, "Friends of Tony's, huh? Give us a minute to get a table cleaned and set up for you." Robby says, "Sure, thanks." Busboys are cleaning two tables of early diners, who are passing us on their way out. It's more like five minutes before she comes back, and says, "Follow me guys and I'll seat you in Tony's station." Robby hasn't let go of my hand since we came in here and he holds it as we walk to the back table that was just set up for us. I've noticed some diners making faces and whispering, almost surely about us holding hands. I looked directly at them, but they didn't maintain eye contact. If a boyfriend and girlfriend were holding hands no one would blink an eye at it, but there's a double standard as far as gay guys go. It doesn't bother me now like it used too, but I can't say it doesn't bother me at all. I do feel a little self-conscious at times when rude people stare. Not all the time, but sometimes. Robby lets go of my hand when we get to the table and we sit across from each other with the lady putting menus on the table, muttering, "Enjoy your dinner." A busboy I haven't seen in here before comes over and puts Italian bread and a bowl of ice with balls of butter on it at the center of the table, then fills our water glasses. He says nothing as Robby and I stare at him. He's a very handsome young looking Italian kid, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. When he goes, Robby says, "Hot!" and I go, "I'll say." We can appreciate hot sexy guys together, but I need to wean myself of doing more than appreciating their appearance. I stare at Robby, saying, "I'd rather ogle you," and he laughs, then says, "It's a start anyway." I frown, saying, "I don't have nearly the side sex you seem to think I have," and he laughs again, muttering, "God, I hope not." I have nothing to say to that. Tony comes over, "Ah, Dylan is back with his original boyfriend this time," and I immediately tell Robby, "Tony's referring to when Chubby and I ate here." Tony smirks at me, but doesn't mention that I was here with Willie too. "Are you guys interested in something to drink tonight?" Robby says, "Yep, we'll have bottles of Beck's beer, and with the first one a shot of VO. Please." Tony nods as he writes it down, then says, "Show me something like I'm checking your ID." We hand him our driver's license and as he passes them back, he goes, "You guys are both very photogenic." I grin and Robby smiles asking, "How's your fiancé." Tony chuckles, "Oh yeah, I'm straight, that's right. Ha ha, I forgot for a second," and he's still chuckling as he walks away. Robby and me exchanges 'looks' then shrug. We're not interested in anyone but each other tonight. Robby says, "You didn't say in the car what your thoughts are about the twin boyfriend thing again this year." I go, "It's totally up to you, Robby. I won't get jealous this time 'cause I know it's gonna be me and you whenever you make the call." He says, "I mean, do you think it'll further our relationship like it did last year, or do you feel it might hinder it?" I'm like, "To tell you the truth I can't imagine us getting any better than this. You can't improve on perfection." He takes a piece of bread, and as he's putting butter on it, he says, "Well, what I want to tell you is I'm leaning towards trying it again and seeing if it make's our relationship even better. Ryan sure wants to do it." I ask, "Is he emailing you? I haven't heard from him in weeks." Robby makes a face, going, "Oh, he says he's got a crush on me again. Can you believe that? He claims he's been with some dominant kid, not like the asshole's he used to be with before us, but a kid he says reminds him of me. Anyway I've decided to take charge of our threesome again, and I just wanted to let you know. Any objections?" I shake my head, then can't resist asking, "Are you going to be having sex with Ryan?" He says, "Yeah, that's what makes it a threesome. Ryan says he's horny for me, but you'll know when it's Ryan's turn for sex and when it's your turn, like before. Nothing will happen behind your back." I shrug and look away. He waits a few seconds then says, "Hell, I won't do it at all if it'll upset you. I'll forget the whole damn thing, but I'm confused. You're the one who's brought the threesome idea up a number of times, and as recent as our last date and I got the distinct impressions you were in favor of it and trying to talk me into it." I go, "I know, but I guess I'm jealous. Would Ryan and I have sex?" He says, "That would be up to you two like before. But, um, I gotta be honest, I don't think Ryan wants to be dominant anymore. That's what he says anyway." Tony brings the drinks as I pout a little. I did think the threesome would be good because Robby acts a little bossier with that. Now though, it's like he's being more confident making decisions for us so I don't need the threesome, especially if Ryan doesn't want to have sex with me. Tony asks, "Have you guys decided what you're going to have for dinner yet?" Robby says, "Um, sorry, Tony. I'll look now." Tony's like, "No problem, there's no hurry." He hurries off after saying there's no hurry, and as Robby looks at the menu I stare at the brimming shot glasses of whiskey dreading the thought of drinking mine. Robby looks up and asks, "How about veal scallopini and spaghetti with a side salad. I say, "Sure, that sounds delicious," then, "Um, Robby, does Ryan ever mention me in his emails?" He takes a big swallow of beer, then says, "I'm sorry, he doesn't. Okay, we won't do the threesome, not if you have any negative feelings about it. I thought you wanted me to, and that was a big factor in my decision in the first place." Now he's losing that take-charge edge he had earlier, so I say, "Nope, I trust you. Lets try it like you said." He asks, "Are you sure?" and I'm like, "I'm positive." He nods his head, then says, "It's settled then and I'll have the study group for you twins again too. Remember you and Ryan really liked those. You needed me keeping you two studying. Remember how easy the tests were when you studied?" Oh man, I'm getting a hard on again. Robby's really getting into the take charge thing. God, that turns me on. I say, "Yep, you need to be stern with us or we slack off." He nods his head, "Like I said, that's settled. We're making some good decisions tonight and I'm glad to see your being awesomely cooperative. You're being so great tonight, Dylan," and he stares at me, then murmurs, "I love you so much. We're so good together. If you can be like this all the time I promise to try being 'in charge' the way you want. I feel so good about tonight, and especially about you." He reaches over and holds my hand, asking, "Are you happy, really happy? You know, with us tonight, with, um, me especially?" I squeeze his hand, "Yes, Robby, can't you tell? I love you like this, you're awesome and I love you more all the time. You probably won't believe me, but you're my idol." I blush saying that, but I mean it. He bites his bottom lip, "Really, I'm your idol?" I go, "Maybe that's the wrong word, I look up to you and I like your leadership qualities both at work as my boss, and with you and me. I wanna do what you wanna do, I wanna follow your lead. It's always turned out good when I do that." He says, "I swear to God you're going to make me cry before this night's over." I wipe my mouth, muttering, "I mean everything I'm saying. I admire you." Letting go of my hand, he chuckles, "Jesus, we're really going overboard tonight. Damn, you're gonna give me a big head." He chuckles again, apparently trying to lighten up our conversation a little, muttering, "How the fuck am I going to live up to your opinion of me? Really? Ya know?" I say, "You've been living up to it so far in the three years I've known you." Robby says, "Lets do the shots." As he picks up his, he jokingly asks, "Do ya think they could fill these things up any more?" I pick my shot glass up and wait to see if Robby has a toast. He does have one, saying, "To a million nights for us just like tonight," and I say, "I'll drink to that, boyfriend." We both throw the shots in our mouths. Robby's like me with shots, we're both making a face letting a little bit slip down our throats at a time. It takes thirty seconds to swallow the shot and then we both gag grabbing our beer bottles and guzzle some bitter beer down our throats. Robby says, "It's fifty/fifty if I'm going to hurl on the table or not," and he gulps down some water. I'm swallowing all the wetness in my mouth that comes from who knows where. Then I drink water and the urge to vomit fades slowly. When I'm safe, I go, "That was awesome!" Robby laughs, "That sucked! Not one of my better ideas. That's it for shots tonight." I go, "Thank God! Man, I could use a smoke." Tony's back, "What's it gonna be guys?" Robby gives him our order and then says, "Any problem if we step outside for a cigarette?" Tony's like, "None at all, Robby, but don't take the beers with you." We don't, we get up and go outside to inhale the night air that's cooled off a lot. Robby mutters, "I'll get our cigarettes this time," and he lights two, passing one to me, asking, "Isn't this fun tonight?" I go, "I'll say, we need to go on more dates." He exhales smoke away from me, and says, "We'll almost be on one long date starting next Monday, like I said earlier, only one more week of work. Oh, speaking of work, I'm gonna need to be home many more weekends than last year. Dad wants me to stay active in the company's business. Um, I'd really like it if you'd come home with me whenever I need to. Would you?" I say, "If you want me to I will, it's as simple as that." He smiles, "I hope you keep this attitude going, I swear to God I do." I ask, "What are you talking about? I'm always like this." He says, "No you're not. You're always awesome as far as I'm concerned, but you're not always this cooperative, not the way you've been going along with everything I've said tonight." I shrug as I'm inhaling from my Marlboro light, then with smoke coming out my nose and mouth, I say, "I want to be the way you want me to be. I can be like this all the time if you want." He chuckles, "I'll pretend you're serious." I go, "I am serious." He's smiling because he doesn't believe me, but he'll see. I've reached a new level of heat for Robby, it just happened tonight like I mentioned before. It must be that tipping point I thought of earlier tonight. I like it a lot. We finish smoking while talking about the Patriots football team. Robby picked the subject, I think because he feels we're getting too mushy with each other. I guess I am being mushy, now that I think about it, but I want him to know how awesome I think he is. He's always telling me he thinks I'm special, well I think he is too. Back inside the restaurant we finish our beers and Robby holds his empty bottle up catching Tony's eye. Tony nods acknowledging that we need another round. I don't really want to bring this up again, but I'm curious what Robby has in mind about the threesome. I go, "I was wondering if you've got any more details about how the threesome will work this year, and if you're positive Ryan's in." Robby says, "Oh my God, Dylan, he's like throwing himself at me. He wants in alright and he's been kind of flattering to me. As far as how it will go, you'll be far and away my number one boyfriend, I mean we're engaged for chrissake. It's not like you and Ryan will be equal the way you were last time. Ryan will be my only side sex and I'll only have his side sex until I decide you and I are gonna be exclusively one another's sex partners. I'll be perfectly frank when I say I don't see that happening this year unless you surprise the hell out of me the way you've been doing tonight. If you keep this up, I'll change my mind and call the exclusive sex thingie earlier. For now though, I'd guess, depending how it goes at first, I'll date Ryan two or three times a week and you definitely four times, maybe five. Last year it was a date with one than the other, but not this year. Ryan will just have to accept that's the way it is." I say, "So we won't be on one long date starting a week from Monday after all." He says, "I said almost like one long date, and that's because we're doing the threesome that you said ten minutes ago you were totally on board with." I say, "I know, I just wondered how it was going to work." He says, "I don't have four dates a week with you now, so it'll seem like one long date compared to this summer, won't it?" I shrug, not saying anything and Robby seems exasperated when he says, "You can't keep changing your mind every ten minutes, Dylan. What's it going to be?" I say, "Oh, yeah, I didn't change my mind. I was curious." He says, "Have faith in me, please. And I have a feeling this year's threesome will have the same benefits last years did. Don't you." I do a fake chuckle, saying, "If you mean I'll be kissing your ass more, yeah I think it will." He goes, "Oh, don't be like that. You're not kissing my ass. You're the one who wants me to be in charge, you've been telling me that for three years." I nod, "Yeah, heh heh, I have, haven't I?" Our food arrives and it looks good. When Tony leaves, Robby says, "Look at me, Dylan," and I look up. He says, "We're good? You still with me on all we've talked about tonight?" He's so serious and looks so cute, I grin and say, "Yes, I'm with you. I told you already you're my leader." He says, "I like that, it'll be fun. Ya know, I will admit having two guys trying to impress me was kind of interesting last year." I say, "Hey, in the beginning of last year's threesome you weren't fair with me." He takes a mouthful of food and chews it, then points his fork at me, asking, "And how'd that work out?" I shrug, "Yeah, I did get jealous and began appreciating you more, so I understand what you were aiming at." He asks, "So, it worked right? We became closer, you and me." I go, "Yeah, but Ryan hasn't been around most of the summer and I've got the hot's for you more than ever without him in the picture. I love and lust after you like never before." He says, "That's true too, and I love it and I've never been happier. We'll see how it goes, lets give the threesome say, two months and see if it has a positive affect on you. Then you be honest with me and if you don't like it I'll dump Ryan as gently as I can." I say, "Two months is kind of long, can't we check how it's going at one month?" He says, "Okay, one month it is, but any shorter than that isn't given us enough time to let things settle down so we can fairly evaluate it." I nod my head muttering, "Okay," as I'm thinking... I wanted the threesome again. That is I wanted it all the way up until Robby agreed to it, then I had second thoughts. What I need to do, is do what I said I was going to do. I trust Robby so that's what I'm going to do. And he's right, we've never had four dates a week and now at college we will, at least four dates he said. I'd like to ask if they'll be sleeping together, except I don't want to know the answer to that right now. I'm going to enjoy my time with Robby. It's been going especially good tonight so I grin at him and he grins back at me. Ha ha, I hope nobody's watching us because we're doing all this gushy stuff being overly lovey/dovey with each other. I wouldn't want to ruin anyone's dinner. Robby's slurping spaghetti into his mouth as I watch him. He goes, "What?" and I say, "You get a spaghetti strand on one end and I'll get the other and we'll eat our way to each other's lip." He goes, "Oh, God, lets not," and he laughs, and adds, "But keep being awesomely attentive and affectionate towards me. Don't stop doing that. You're spoiling me, but I'm really liking it. You might even want to amp-up the spoiling too." He's joking, but my so-called spoiling is sincere. I say, "Don't worry, I can't stop even if I wanted to. I'm so into you it's mind boggling. You're so hot and sexy and cute to me, I want to please you and make you love me more." He smirks, muttering, "You're doing a hellava job of it, keep it up and you might get yourself laid again tonight." I go, "Oh boy!" He laughs, shaking his head like he can't believe my behavior towards him tonight. I was being honest, I can't stop looking at him and wanting him. If this is how it's going be going forward, wow, I'll be horny for Robby all the time. He sees that I'm staring at him again, so he says, "Come on, Dylan, eat up. You're staring is making me feel self-conscious. Eating spaghetti is a messy process." I go, "I'm eating, and yeah it's messy. I got some sauce on my shirt." It's not just what he said, but how authoritative he was when he said it. Damn, he's hot when he's got his confidence up and taking charge, stuff like that gets my balls buzzing. I get a boner at work about four times a day just watching him supervise his crew. Man, it's night and day from the way he was at the beginning of the summer. And yeah, that's undoubtedly another factor in the accumulation of things that's got be drooling over Robby. I'll add that to the list of how I reached the tipping point and finding myself head over fucking heels in love with him like I can't control. When I think of all the gay guys that wish they were in my place as Robby's fiancé, it's like humbling. In that regard it's a damn good thing for me that I'm feeling this way or someone else could take my place no matter what Robby says. Ryan almost did it last year. I need to keep showing him how much he means to me instead of taking him for granted like I've done at times in the past. He's right, that last year's threesome experiment was a real wake-up call for me. I shaped up pretty damn fast when I saw that Robby was more interested in being with that little suck-up Ryan than with blasé me. I had other boys on my mind besides Robby, but the threesome made me see things differently. Everyone thought we were crazy with the threesome, but Robby was proven right. He got the result he was looking for from me and in the process enjoyed Ryan and me vying for his attention. Just as we're finishing our dinner a man from the party group is presenting a gift to one of the people. It looks like someone's retired from the job these people all work at. The man who's making the speech introduces himself as Jerry somebody. I can't hear everything he says, but I can sure see he's got a bad comb-over. Jesus! He's wearing a plaid sports coat, with a maroon shirt and matching tie that goes perfect with the comb-over. It's a short speech, I think he said the retiree was with company fifty years. Oh, it's a little old lady who accepts the gift, whatever it is, and makes a speech of her own. I can't hear her thankfully. Robby asks, "What are you looking at?" Robby's back is to the retirement party. I say, "Nothing. Are we going to have a dessert?" He says, "I need to limit your sweets so you don't get pimples." He's joking again, making fun about him being in charge. It just ruins it if he jokes about it, but it's kinda cool anyway. I go along with him, and say, "Oh, please Robby, can't I have a piece of cake or a cookie?" He chuckles, muttering, "You're too much, Dylan. You want me to treat you like a little kid, don't ya?" I say, "Yes, and I want to be spanked when I'm a brat." He asks, "Did your mom every spank you as a kid?" I ask, "Seriously?" and he goes, "Yeah, did you ever get spanked." I shrug, "Not that I remember, did you?" He says, "Very rarely by dad, and never by mom. The few times I did get spanked it was always Dodger's fault. He'd egg me on to do something we shouldn't and we'd get caught. This is when we he was six or seven and I was eight or nine. Maybe three times I was spanked, that's all I remember." I go, "Well, you turned out perfectly, so it worked." He laughs again, then says, "And you were never spanked so you turned out to be a brat." I go, "That's right." The cute Italian bus boy cleans away our dishes as Robby and I stare silently at him again. He doesn't say anything this time either so I finally ask him, "Are you new here?" He gives me the cutest fucking grin, saying, "Yes, Friday was my first day working here. Tony got me the job. He's my brother." Robby says, "Your brother's awesome, Albert," reading the kids name tag. Albert says, "I think so too," as he carries the tray of our dirty dishes away holding the big tray with one hand under it, balanced on his shoulder. What a rear end on that kid! Robby mumbles, "Your eyes are bugging out of your head, Dylan." I blush, "They are not! Did you see his ass?" Robby goes, "I wasn't looking, mister wandering eyes." I go, "Don't start calling me names again," and Tony here, asking, "If you guys are done fighting, can I get you some dessert?" I say, "You're brother's a hottie," and Tony looks behind him as Albert goes through a swinging door to the kitchen. Turning back to us, Tony says to me, "Would you like me to fix you up. Albert's gay." I go, "Get out!" He laughs, "Yeah, I'm jobbing you. He's straight too. It runs in our family I guess. What can I get you guys for dessert?" Robby says, "Would Irish coffees be okay? Oh, and those Italian cookies." Tony says, "Irish coffees? This is an Italian restaurant. How about espresso with the cookies?" Robby goes, "Perfect," and Tony adds, "I'll bring you a famous Italian liqueur, Disaronno Amaretto, too," and he says it with an Italian accent. Cool! While we wait for the two things neither of us has had before, Robby says, "We gotta thank Travis for introducing us to this restaurant, huh?" I'm like, "Definitely. How often do you see him?" Robby says, "Travis? Once a week, that's all. We were hot for each other some time ago, but that's cooled off. I hope you don't cool off towards me." I say, "I don't see that ever happening, Robby, I got it bad for you and it's getting hotter, not cooler. You get better each year." He says, "You know why, it's because I'm trying to be the kind of boyfriend you want. You've basically molded me to your ideal boyfriend, not that I mind at all. Any attention you give me is appreciated." I go, "Boy are you confused. That's not what's happening at all. I'm being the kind of boyfriend you want me to be and I'm glad of it because I don't want to lose you." Robby starts to say something, but Tony's back already. "Here ya go, guys," and he puts down a tiny little cup of black liquid in front of each of us. It must be the espresso, and a little glass with about two ounces of reddish liquid which has gotta be the Amaretto. A plate of Italian cookies goes in the center of the table. We mutter, "Thanks, Tony," and he says, "Enjoy," then he's off. Robby and I look at each other, then burst out with a laugh. Robby says, "What the fuck?" looking at the tiny coffee cup. He goes, "The coffee's about two ounces." I go, "No cream or sugar?" Tasting the espresso, I say, "It's thick with a harsh disagreeable acrid taste. Other than that, it good." Robby asks, "It's bitter?" I go, "A little past bitter," and he goes, "Mmmm, should be good." I take a cookie to get the taste of the espresso out of my mouth. Robby tries it, and goes, "Thank God there's only two ounces of it," and I nod my head tasting the Amaretto, then say, "Cherry flavor, not bad at all." Robby's like, "We gotta drink the espresso or Tony will think we're unsophisticated." I say, "We are unsophisticated," and Robby says, "Well, yeah, but we don't need to advertise it," as he gulps down an ounce of espresso gagging and grabbing a cookie. We alternate the Amaretto and espresso with cookies in between and get through it. Not a great ending to an otherwise excellent meal. Robby pretends the espresso wasn't all that bad when he got used to it, so I ask him why he made a face like he was drinking paint thinner when he drank it, and he says, "I did not, it was pretty good." I go, "Ha!" We finish the cookies washing them down with water. The cookies saved the dessert. Tony brings us the check and Robby gives him a credit card. I say, "Chubby and I use debit cards," and Robby's like, "I pay the whole thing off each month so it's the same as a using a debit card. Plus, in emergencies I like having a credit card if something expensive comes up." We talk about how he got the credit card and then Tony's back. We thank him for being an excellent waiter, rave about the espresso and Amaretto, and compliment the chef on the food. Tony's smiling, trying not to laugh, so maybe he saw us trying to get the espresso down. Robby leaves a good tip and out we go. It was another successful dinner at a nice restaurant for Robby and me. It looks like we're over the unfortunate bad dining experiences we used to have together. Outside Robby says, "Come here, give me your hand." I go, "Oh yeah," and lean into him as he takes my hand. He grins, "That's better. I was afraid you got over having the hot's for me, as you would say." I go, "No way, Robby. I told you, I got it bad for you." He nods his head, mumbling, "Yeah, I think you do. I like that, baby," and he uses my hand to pull me to him so he can get both hands around me squeezing our crotches together again, kissing my lips quickly, and saying, "I got the hot's for you too, Dylan, and doesn't that work out just right?" We walk down the sidewalk to the car smiling at each other and then lean against the pickup smoking a cigarette and talking about Robby favorite topic of late, us getting married. He says, "One of the things I wanted to talk to you about, that I thought of in the hospital, is that I'm now thinking I might expedite the wedding plans a year. Especially after the way you've been acting tonight. I think we're going to get married after our junior year. We'll be a married couple as seniors and graduate as a couple. I think that could happen because, primarily, of the way you've made a believer out of me that you're serious about you and me. Very serious and like I said that's been obvious to me all night. I've been seeing it developing all summer and now it's here. I'm not insulting you, really I'm not, but I see you are maturing and it was very obvious tonight. It takes maturity to realize that between the two of us I'm the best qualified to basically be in charge, like you've been telling me all along. You've convinced me of that, and you don't want to be in charge anyway. I'm not implying you're lazy because I know you're not. How do you think we're doing, me being in charge I mean?" I say, "Great, Robby. And when the wedding will take place is a decision you'll make. I'll totally go along with your decision just like I'm doing as far as we to be exclusive lovers. You 'da' man, so you'll decide." He nods his head, and mutters, "Yep I'll be head of the household like you want, which is basically the man's job usually, but we're two men so I can't say I'm the man of the house because we'll both be that." I ask, "Is it okay to say that you're my man?" He chuckles, "Yeah, and you're my man, but this brings up something I've been exploring online. It's another decision I came to in the hospital. Um, would you be willing to take my last name when we're married? It's an option that some same sex couples take advantage of." I go, "Oh, I never considered that. Ah, how about if we have a hyphenated last name when we're married?" He raises his eyebrows like he's considering it, then says, "Yeah, that's an option, but I'd kinda like it if you'd take my last name. It's important to me and really cements that we're really married and not just playing house, ya know. It also shows a commitment to me from you and acknowledges that I'm the head of the household. Don't forget, I'll be working my ass off and you'll be home taking care of the baby and cooking and stuff like that." Hmmm, that sounds an awful lot like a wife, but one of us has to do it unless we get a nanny. I say, "How about we get a nanny for the baby and I could work for you?" He steps on his cigarette butt, and says, "Lets talk about this as I'm driving. Ya done your cigarette?" I go, "Oh, yeah," and take a last drag then flick it sideways off the pickup. Robby chuckles as he gets in the driver's seat. I step on the butt cursing under my breath, then get in and put my seatbelt on. Robby starts the pickup and pulls away from the curb, saying, "I considered the nanny possibility, of course, and I'm not saying I won't agree to it, but I'm not crazy about the idea. It's like we adopt a baby and turn him over to someone else to take care of. I feel adoption is a commitment that we need to accept. We'll leave that option open for now. As far as you working for me, that might be awkward because we'll be married, but I could get you a job in the company, just not working for me. That's what we'll do for sure until the baby arrives and then I'll decide. How about the last name thing? I'd kinda like to get this settled while we're working out the other things that we've agreed to tonight. Let me put it this way, I want you to take my last name. Will you?" I say, "Yes, I will. My last name is my mom's, not my dad's. Chubby has our dad's last name so I'll take yours." He looks at me smiling, "Thank you, I mean I am the head of the household or will be so, ya know, it seemed right to me that you take my last name." I suck my lips in and squirm as my cock vibrates. Robby's really taking charge and it's getting to me in the best way possible. I have to grope myself, mmmm. Damn it feels good. This is the most Robby's ever demonstrated that he's accepted and believes he's indeed the leader in our relationship. I pull at my crotch again as I stare at his profile. He's so sexy and hot, and it's really cute and sort of charming seeing how serious he is about everything. Taking a deep breath I go, "Boy you're getting everything organized for us Robby, it's awesome. You've really thought all this out, haven't you?" We're stopped at a red light, so he looks at me, "Yes, Dylan, it's my responsibility and you know I'm conscientious about responsibilities." I mutter, "I know," and he's always been that way to a fault too. He pulls away from the light glancing at me grinning, "Try out what your new name will be, say it out loud." I say, "Hi, I'm Dylan Dickers," and blush. Robby says, "Oh man, that's so cool, Rob and Dylan Dickers. Gees I'm really excited." At least he didn't say Mister and Misses Dickers. I ask, "If you push the date up for the wedding shouldn't you push the date up for us being an exclusive couple instead of an open one?" He goes, "Oh, yeah, I've already said I'll do that, that's assuming you continue, you know, along the lines you've demonstrated tonight." Something occurs to me and it's this: when I first have sex with some guy he notices I'm a little submissive, so next time he pushes his dominant part a little and when I don't bulk at that, it just increases each time we have sex. I think that's what's happening to Robby being in charge. He takes it a little further, and then a little further than that when he sees I'll go along with it. It's fine with me, but it's interesting noticing this as it happens. Robby reaches over and pats my thigh, "You okay?" I nod my head, mumbling, "I'm doing a hell of a lot better than okay." He says, "Yeah, this feels good," glancing at me, he adds, "Getting things straightened out, I mean. It's good to resolve these things ahead of time, isn't it Dylan Dickers?" I say, "I like the sound of that," and I get the strongest urge to have sex with Robby. I go, "Um, can we make-out somewhere, Robby, please?" he says, "Sure, baby. I'm going to make sure I satisfy all your needs. That's my number one priority, but in this case I'm taking care of my needs too. Making out with you is one of the best parts of my life only exceeded by having sex with you." I get my hopes up, but then he adds, "I'm saving the sex for later in bed with you. Love sleeping with you and it's so cozy in that little bed of yours." I'm biting my bottom lip. Robby's so relaxed making decisions for us. God, he's hot! Robby pulls off the main highway and we park in an unlighted section of a strip mall's parking lot. He turns the pickup off, and says, "Come on over to me, Dylan." I undo my sit belt and slide over to him and get wrapped in his arms. Nothing feels as safe and secure as being held by Robby. He kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear, "You and me forever. Dylan, I love the way you're going along with my dreams of our life together. I'm gonna take such good care of you always, and treasure you for the special lover and person you are." His tongue goes into my ear as I squirm with my cock firming up. He quietly says to my spit saturated ear, "You taste so good and you smell like a baby. Ooh, your body's so sexy," as he rubs his hands over my back, then gets a hold on my chin and pulls my face around so we're facing each other. Robby smiles at me saying, "I love you like no one else could, it'd be impossible," and his lips cover mine as I hug around his neck and he sucks on my tongue and then our lips suck together with our noses rubbing and his scent making me wild with desire for him. I rub my hand in his hair moaning quietly, "Ooooh, mmmm." Deep kisses with Robby holding my face between his hands now. Our lips make a smacking wet sound as they part and he licks up my nose then put the side of his face next to mine and whispers in my ear, "You're so perfect and we'll be a perfect married couple." I mutter, "I love you, Robby, and I love all your plans for us. You're a wonderful head of household." He chuckles, then says, "You like that phrase, don't you, baby. You like me being in charge too, don't you, Dylan Dickers?" Then he gives me passionate kisses that are full of love for me. We make out for ten minutes and my cock's been leaking for the last five. I put my face against the side of his muttering, "I'm so turned on by you, Robby. I'm so hot for you, please fuck me, Robby." He wrestles me past the steering wheel and pushes me up leaning against the dash board as he gasps and pulls my shorts down, then my underwear. He's rustling behind me making a low whining sound getting his pants down. Then he leans on me, his hard cock pointing up against my left butt cheek, my forehead's against the windshield. Another whine of desire from Robby as he roughly pushes his hard fat cock against my asshole, does a hard hump going, "Umpth," and pressing his boner all the way up my ass and begins slamming his cock back and forth in my ass grunting as I moan in sexual desire and pleasure. My boner's pointing down pinned between me and the dashboard as Robby fuck's me desperately, with, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds in my ears. He gets his arms around my belly holding me tight against him as he does short, very fast penetrations, "Slapslapslapslap!" I squeal thrashing about as cum flies from my cock, then two more shots hit the floor, leaving me limp. Robby's still hammers his cock up my ass, "Slapslapslapslap," and then, "Eeeeh, aaaah, ooh," from Robby and I feel his cum pour into my rectum. He's pressed up tight to me for a few seconds, gasping, and then he begins desperately driving his cock in my slippery asshole, "Slapslapslap," moaning, until he slows down his thrusting breathing hard. It all happened so fast. I'm breathing deeply with my heart still pounding as Robby pulls me back on the seat so I'm sitting on his lap with his cock still in me. His arms around my chest, his cheek against my ear. He goes, "Ooooh, man, that came on me fast. Jeez, Dylan, you're turning me into a sex fiend. You're friggin' irresistible. God, you're so special." I lay back on his chest, happy and in love and proud to be his true love, the true love of his life... and he's mine too. We sit like that for awhile with Robby kissing the side of my face every couple of seconds, then asking, "You okay, Dylan?" I nod my head saying, "Never been better mister head of the household." He squeezes me, yelling, "I'm so happy!" It's been a wonderful time tonight already, and now we get to sleep together. to be continued... Donny Mumford _thinat20@yahoo.com_ (mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com) Just a little heads up. 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 Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expenses. Thank you very much.