Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 16:01:38 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter  97

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


Chapter  97


by  Donny Mumford



During the ride back to the condo Robby's  continuing with his awesomely
authoritative manner. He's finally being  proactive about taking charge and
moving things along. There's a constant  buzzing in my pants because of that,
and I'm actually kinda hypnotized by  Robby tonight, so it's all way cool.
He became more authoritative as the  evening progressed and I agreed to one
thing he proposed after another. He's  been sort of outlining rules for our
present and future relationship. We're at  a red light, and just because I
feel like doing it I reach over and squeeze  Robby's arm. He looks at me
saying, "How ya doing, Dylan?" I mumble, "I'm  good, Robby." He nods his head,
"It's going very well tonight, isn't it?" and  I'm like, "I'll say, boss," and
he goes, "Okay, good. Now please pay attention  to this. I want to be sure
you and I are on the same page with the things I've  decided for us tonight.
You've already said you agree with everything, but  let's be sure." The
light changes and Robby looks at the road as he drives,  and I'm all ears,
"Firstly, Dylan, we've established, once and for all, that  I'll be in charge of
all things involving you and me. I feel up to the task  and I'm committed
to it and will take it very seriously." I go, "I'm sure you  will, Robby, I
know you can be very serious with important matters, and being  the head of
the household certainly is a serious matter. That holds true even  before we,
um, have a household." He chuckles, so I say, "I don't see what's  so funny
about that phrase, head  of the household!  You're the one who coined it,
remember? It was  after you proposed marriage." He says, "Yeah, I know that,
but I felt dorky  saying it. I wanted to use a different term, but couldn't
think of anything  else at the moment and unfortunately that hackneyed
phrase popped-up in my  brain. You're the one who's picked-up on it and reminded
me of it many times  since then." I go, "That's because I like it. It
encapsulates everything  nicely." He grins, muttering, "Encapsulates, huh?" I go,
"Yeah, it  does."


Robby shrugs, and says, "Okay, head of the house hold it is. I've  changed
the date we're getting married, we're now getting married right after  our
junior year. You agree with that, right?" I'm like, "Yes, unless you  decide
differently." He nods his head, glancing at me, saying, "Yes, unless I
decide differently. It's good you understand that because I reserve the right
to change my mind if our situation changes somehow. I'm also going to decide
when I think the time is right time to tell you there'll be no more side
sex,  no more alley catting around for either of us, period. You're the one
who  wants me deciding when that will be, and you've promised to go along with
what  I say... that's what we've agreed on. Another really important factor
in all  this is that you've given your word to continue being the way
you've been  tonight following my decisions going forward, starting now. What I
mean by  being the way you've been tonight is you'll be more attentive to me
and let me  do my job of being in charge and you'll follow directions. Are
you on board  with that?" I say, "Yep, boss, I told you I am, and as a matter
of fact I'm  looking forward to all it." He nods, "Good, and another
important thing we  discussed is you accepting my last name at the wedding, you'll
become Dylan  Dickers. Have I got all this correct and have I stated it the
way you  understood everything. In other words, have I reiterated each item
the way you  understood it when I presented these ideas to you earlier?" I
go, "Yes, Robby,  they're the things we've agreed on just like the first
time. I'm excited about  everything and I'm very glad you had this talk with me
tonight. I feel we're  getting organized. It tells me where we stand, where
I stand, and I like  knowing that." He says, "You're so nice, Dylan, thank
you. You know, this is  the perfect way to prepare for our married life.
We'll iron out the wrinkles  of these changes in this new chapter of our lives
together, and then it'll  just be a continuation of everything when we're
married." I go, "Yep, you've  thought out everything," and he goes, "Not
everything, there are other things  that have yet to be resolved." I ask, "Like
what?" and Robby glances at me,  "Well, like the nanny possibility, a
possibility that I'm  not crazy  about, but I'll listen to your point of view.
We'll decide if a nanny fits  into our plans before we're married, but we'll do
it closer to the time we get  married. Also, you working after college. I'll
get you a job, a good job with  the company, you just won't be working
directly for me. Is that about  everything?" I shrug, "Yeah, I think it is.
You've done good, Robby. We're  beginning to deal with issues early on and I
feel more mature already. It's  like I'm thinking more like an adult than a
kid, and I feel comfortable that  we're on the right path." He pats my leg,
"You're doing awesome, baby."  Robby's undoubtedly feeling much more
comfortable about being in charge  because of the success he's had being the boss of
the crew at work all  summer.


He parks behind my condo and we get out with Robby putting his arm  around
my neck and giving me a squeeze. "I feel so good about tonight, Dylan.  No
one can make me feel this good except you. Not Dodger or my parents, and
even though I love them and think they're great, they can't make be happy the
way you can. I don't want to sound corny, but I'm really proud of you
tonight." I nestle into his side hugging him and looking into his eyes acting
like he's my hero. It makes him chuckle, and mumble, "You nut." Inside he
takes my hand and we go upstairs with me asking, "Are you at all nervous about
the responsibility you're taking on? I mean, if anything gets fucked up
it's  sort of your fault, ya know?" He says, "It doesn't necessarily mean it's
my  fault, it depends on what gets fucked up and why... but no, I'm not
nervous  about it." Walking down the hall to my bedroom Robby squeezes my hand,
saying,  "I was nervous as hell proposing to you though, heh heh. I was
afraid you'd  laugh at me, but I should have known a romantic like you, and you
being the  person you are, wouldn't laugh. Then tonight I was nervous
proposing these  changes too, especially the one about you adopting my last name
when we're  married. The fact you're going along with everything gives me
confidence that  I'm doing the right things where you and I are concerned. I'll
forge along  with decisions about other things later and then explain them
to you." I nod  my head, saying, "You almost always do the right thing,
Robby." He says, "Nah,  I've made poor choices and I've been selfish in the
past, but I'm getting  older and more committed to being a better person." I sit
at my desk and Robby  leans against it, adding, "I was horrible in the
early days of our threesome.  I let Ryan's obsequious attitude towards me go to
my head. Plus, you'll admit  I'm sure, that you were taking me for granted
and screwing around like a dog  in heat while Ryan was treating me like I'm a
rock star and the greatest lover  ever. Like I said, it went to my head,
but I worked through it and you helped  me do that whether you realize it or
not." I go, "Well, you've been more than  patient with me the past couple of
years so I felt you deserved my patience. I  have never not loved you from
the end of that first summer we were together  right up to this very night.
When you really love someone, like I love you,  you take them for what they
are. You taught me that."


Robby rubs my head, muttering, "You're a good person, Dylan, anyone can
see that and I feel lucky to be marrying you. Hey, we still need to make my
lunch," so I say, "Lets go." In the kitchen I check the refrigerator and see
cold chicken breasts. "How about a couple of chicken sandwiches?" He goes,
"Sure, I love cold chicken." He wants the sandwiches on white bread with
lots  of mayonnaise. I slice the breast meat thinly and when the sandwiches
are made  we look in the pantry and find Tastykakes. Robby picks out
butterscotch  krimpets and an individual size bag of Cape Cod potato chips. "This
will be a  great lunch, Dylan, thanks." We put everything in a plastic Ziploc
bag and  stick it in the refrigerator along with a sixteen ounce bottle of
Snapple.  Chubby's making lunch for him and me, so that's taken care of. We
walk back to  the bedroom with Robby saying, "It's been an awesome date,
Dylan, our best one  yet, but it's time to get ready for bed, we've got work
tomorrow. Set your  alarm a half hour earlier than usual because I need to be at
work before my  crew gets there." I say, "Okay, Robby." Oh boy, Robby's
first orders for me.  This is going to be so cool. In the bathroom he asks, "Do
you have an extra  toothbrush?" I go, "No, sorry, you can use mine," and
he's like, "You don't  mind? I brought a toiletry kit, but left it in the car
and I don't feel like  going down to get it." I ask, "Do you want me to go
get it for you?" He makes  a face, "No! That's not what me being in charge
means! I'm not going to be  sending you on errands for me, what's the matter
with you?" I go, "Nothing, I  just offered," as I smell the back of my wrist
blushing. I guess I overdid it.  Robby grins, but doesn't comment on my
wrist smelling.


Robby goes, "Get undressed, Dylan," as he pulls his shirt over his  head. I
do the same, asking, "You wanna sleep naked?" He says, "No, we'll wear
boxer shorts to bed. Then I'll wear what I wore tonight to work tomorrow." I
say, "I've got other clean clothes for you to  wear." He mutters, "Oh, okay,
thanks." In the bathroom, he goes, "You first,"  meaning brushing my teeth.
I wash my hands and face and then brush my teeth as  Robby's washing his
hands and face, saying, "This will be our normal routine  in a week when we're
back at college, but for now it's a real treat getting  ready for bed with
you and then us sleeping together." I nod my head staring  at him in the
mirror. I've still got the hot's for him like I've had all  night. I have a
feeling that now that Robby's finally embraced his role as our  leader I'm gonna
have the hot's for him all the time. Damn, I feel lusciously  squirmy again
from just looking at him. I wish he'd say something really  bossy. Passing
Robby the toothbrush, he mutters, "Thanks, Dylan," then washes  it under
running water as I rinse out my mouth and gargle. While he brushes  his teeth
our sides rub together as we stand in front of the single sink in  our
underwear. I'm glad we don't have a double sink in here. I rub against him  and he
grins at me with a mouthful of foamy toothpaste. Then he rinses out,  and
says, "ACT brand mouthwash is what I use too." I go, "I know, that's why I
use it. I saw you use it last year at the apartment." He shakes his head
grinning at me as he gargles. I need to take a piss, but it'd be  rude doing it
before he's done gargling. When he's gargled, I mutter, "I gotta  take a
piss," and he goes, "Me too," and we stand next to each other peeing.  Robby's
short stubby cock looks even shorter next to mine. He asks, "Do you  ever
wish I had a longer dick?" I say, "Absolutely not. I swear to God I  wouldn't
change a single thing about you. I love your penis." He chuckles,
muttering, "You're awesome."


In the bedroom again, I  ask, "Are we going to bed right this minute?" He
says, "Yes, turn out the  light." I'm like, "Okay, but let me check my email
first." Robby's under the  covers, saying, "It's twelve o'clock, tomorrow is
a work day. Turn out the  light now, and get in bed." My dick buzzes at his
bossiness as I do what I'm  told. This is going to be so hot and so much
fun. I scramble into bed and  Robby gets his arm behind my neck, "Goodnight,
Dylan, and thanks for a perfect  date tonight." I roll over, half on top of
him, looking down, "How about a  goodnight kiss?" He puts a hand behind my
head bringing my face down to his  and gives me the sexiest kiss. Oh God that
was nice! I snuggle at his side,  murmuring, "Hold me in your arms, Robby. I
want to go to sleep like that." He  takes a deep breath, then says, "Sure,"
and wraps me in his arms giving me  another quick kiss, then saying, "No
more talking." I lay in his arms in the  dark loving this turn of events, and
loving Robby holding me, and loving his  scent. If we could have had one
more sexy fuck together this would be close to  a perfect night, but as it is,
it's superior to most of our other dates,  sex-wise anyway. I predict
Robby's going to become so use to being bossy to me  I'll probably cum in my pants
one day just from listening to him. I rub my  fingers in his hair and
snuggle in tighter. What could be better than this.  Soon I hear Robby's even
breathing and I know he's asleep. I fall asleep  thinking about Robby and me
being married and living all our days with each  other. If I dreamed in my
sleep, I don't remember it.


The alarm goes off, my eyes pop open and I look at Robby, who's looking
sleepily back at me. We're touching, but he no longer has his arms around me.
His big blue eyes opened immediately when the alarm went off, he stares at
me,  then smiles. "What a nice thing to see when I wake up, your cute face,
Dylan."  I lean over and kiss his lips, then get a mischievous expression on
my face,  saying, "Please, Robby." He grins knowing what I want, then he
says, "I  purposely told you to set the alarm fifteen minutes earlier than I
need. Are  you tired?" I say, "No way, I got the hot's for my sexy boyfriend
again. I  love you so much." He says, 'We have time for a little hanky
panky, but I  didn't wake up with an erection, so...," and he shrugs, asking,
"What should  we do about that? We don't have a lot of time." I go right under
the covers as  Robby chuckles. While I use a finger to get his limp dick out
the front slit  of his underwear, Robby throws the covers down to the foot
of the bed. His  cock gets sucked into my mouth. Oh man, he smells good down
here... a sexy,  concentrated Robby scent. As I lick the head of his cock
and suck on the shaft  I grope myself feeling my boner developing. Robby's
cock is so nice to suck. A  real fatty of a cock with a nice helmet head on
it. My nose is in his fly as I  slurp on his cock. Obviously his crotch scent
is strong with my nose in his  underpants, and like I said, it's sexy as
hell. Sex in the morning rocks! I  almost wish he had pubic hairs so my nose
could get buried in the curly  things. It's obvious I've retained the hot's
for Robby to the same degree I  felt last night. His cock gets fairly hard
pretty quickly. Taking it out of my  mouth I pull his underpants down and then
get them past his knees. He bends a  knee and kicks them off his foot on one
side, then spreads his legs and pulls  up his knees. That's an invitation
for rimming if I've ever seen one, so I do  a long slow lick up his ass crack
and almost blow my load on the bed. This is  insane, I'm so turned on by
Robby I'm losing it. Gulping, I hesitate a second,  glance up at Robby, who
looks concerned. "What's wrong, Dylan?" I say, "Heh  heh, nothing. I almost
shot my load on the bed, that's all. You're body kinda  turns me on. I'll be
okay."


I pause another second, then decide I need to go slower with the  rimming.
Sucking on his cock again, and then I lick all over his nuts. As I do  that
his saliva drenched boner is sliding against my cheek. Jesus, that's sexy
too! Licking under his balls now I attempt licking his asshole again. I
tentatively lick over his asshole and moan at the sexual sensations buzzing
around my cock and groin. "Uuumm," I moan again, thinking how uber submissive
sucking on my boyfriend's asshole is, and when I start doing it again my
orgasm flares up and threatens to explode. I'm feeling very submissive to
Robby this morning for no logical reason, and this new sensation is powerfully
arousing. Putting my nose in his ass crack and doing quick little licks,
then  slowly licking over the lips of his anus I feel my cock tighten-up hard.
My  hands are on Robby's butt cheeks compressing them and massaging them. A
quick  suck on his asshole and then a longer suck and it seems I'm finally
settling  down. Licking his asshole for two straight minutes and then
getting my tongue  inside his ass. "Ohhh," I'm gonna cum. I hump my hips trying to
hold back my  orgasm and shoot a squirt of cum on the sheet, "Mmmm," I move
around a little  and kneel right in the cum moaning some more, "Ahhhh, ooh,
fuck, that felt  so... ummm." Robby misunderstands, and says, "It's sure
does feel good, Dylan.  I love when you rim me because it shows me how much
you love me." My tongue  goes back up his ass and my groin tightens up further
as I grunt and  concentrate on holding off my orgasm. The sexy sensations
I'm feeling are  awesome, but unexpectedly high for this soon in our sex act.
Finally half my  tongue is in his ass and now Robby moans, "Aaaaah," and
squirms so much on the  bed he pulls his ass off my tongue. I move with him
panting, and then go down  on his cock again sucking and licking it. To take
his hard as nails penis into  my throat I bob my head on his boner and the
head pushes past the gag reflex  area and into my throat, then out sliding on
my tongue, then in past the gag  reflex into my throat again, and back
sliding on my tongue, this time with a  long stream of precum coating my tongue.
Robby sits up quickly pushing me away  with a hand on both my shoulders. "It
feels fabulous, Dylan, but I want to cum  up your ass. Come on up here and
get on your hands and knees, we don't have a  lot of time.


As I scramble up on my hands and knees with a pathetic whine of desire
coming from me making Robby look at me and frown,  like... what the fuck? Then
he get's behind me and really smacks my ass,  "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" I
go, "Ow! Ow!" and Robby chuckles, "Just making  sure you're awake, boyfriend."
Another "SLAP SLAP!' gets my butt cheeks  stinging as Robby mumbles,
"Spanking you is kinda fun, "SMACK!" "That's  enough, Robby." Another "SLAP", but
I keep my mouth shut because me cock is  now vibrating nicely as a result of
Robby's dominant behavior. He waits, I  guess to see if I'm done
protesting, then he drags his dripping cock up and  down my ass crack making my
shoulders shudder like they usually do. After  teasing my asshole a few times he
plugs his cock in, moaning, "Mmmmm, I love  morning sex with you, Dylan.
Brings back memories of college, heh heh." He's  in the perfect mood for fun,
recreational sex while I'm in a weirdly hot state  of mind, extremely aroused
by Robby... it's like I can't get enough of him. As  he's pushing his boner
slowly and tightly up my ass, he conversationally asks,  "Would you like to
get off fast this morning, baby boy?" I almost shoot my  load hearing that
baby boy comment. Actually I'm feeling like a little kid  again, and it's so
fucking weird but cool at the same time. Robby has no idea  of my condition.
I whine, "Fuck me, Robby." He's got his cock all the way in  leaning
against my buttocks, rubbing his hand up and down my sides, asking,  "Ready,
Dylan?" My shoulders shudder again, as I grunt, "Umph, it feels so  good," and he
says, "Here we go," and "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap,' sounds  fill the
room for a few minute as he fuck's my ass steadily with me seeing  black dots
in front of my eyes as my whole body sizzles and shimmers. I'm  moaning
constantly as Robby continues his quick steady fucking, grunting  quietly from
the sensations from his cock. I hear our moans and  grunts, plus the steady
"Slap, slap, slap, slap," with me trying to hold back  my climax. I can't
hold it back very long. I squeal and arch my back painfully  as cum streams
from my boner, and then another tight stream flies out followed  by three quick
squirts. I shimmy and shake with incredible sexy sensations  flying around
my ass and cock as my head goes down on the mattress smearing in  my own
creamy cum. My body rocks back and forth as Robby continues to create,  "Slap,
slap, slap, slap," sounds until I hear, "Aaaaah, oooh, ooh, ah, ah,  ah,"
from Robby as he fills my rectum with juicy cum, and it's a good load  too. My
ass is sloppy now with Robby's still thrusting for another thirty  seconds,
then he collapses on my back, his body quivering. He hugs around my  belly
kissing the side of my jaw, then murmurs, "Jesus, that came on me fast.
Awesome morning sex, baby." I'm still shaking a little myself.


Robby hugs me again, saying quietly, "You're  shaking, Dylan." I mutter,
"I'm fine, Robby. I just got over-stimulated  because you're so sexy to me."
He pulls his cock out and pulls me over on my  side. He's behind me hugging
and rocking me back and forth the slightest bit  as I lay there limp and
feeling really good. He goes, "You're so special,  Dylan," and a kiss on the
back of my head. Robby says, "Turn around and look  at me," so I flop around
and put my arm over Robby's belly. He gets be on my  back and he goes up on an
elbow looking down at me, quietly saying, "Listen to  me for a minute, I
have two more things to run past you real quick, then I  need to take a shower
and get my ass to work. We just had really hot sex,  right?" I nod my head,
mesmerized by him again. I think he's going to give me  more instructions.
He wets his lips, grins at me, then says, "I wanted to be  sure you started
the first day of this new chapter in our relationship feeling  sexually
satisfied. That's why I asked to sleep over tonight. I planned on  having sex
with you first thing in the morning, and we just did." He sure  plans things
out! Robby goes on, "This morning's sex hopefully will help you  to resist
your urges the rest of the day. If you're anything like me it'll be  hard to
resist temptation initially, but you need to start some time, so today  is
the day. If you'll try remembering our sex last night and this morning and
begin the process of getting used to the idea that it's satisfied your libido
that will be a good start. I don't expect a dramatic turn around at all.
Not  where you and side sex are concerned, but at least try consciously to
pass it  up. It's just something you can think about that maybe you haven't
thought  about up till now. I know from experience it gets easier as you go
along. I've  been working at it all summer because I want to set an example for
you, and  now I find myself at a place where I can have a date with Travis
without any  sex at all, or very little. I can't do that all the time yet,
but some of the  time I can and he's my only other boyfriend besides you. Nee
dless  to say, you two are so far apart in my heart as boyfriends it's not
even  funny. Oh my God, you're way the fuck ahead of my feelings for him, so
far  ahead he can't even see you. And it'll be the same way if I replace
Travis  with Ryan. We don't know how that's going to go, so we'll see. All I'm
telling  you to do is just try to resist your urges one time, okay. You'll
feel good  the first time you resist." I say, "Sure Robby, but I'm telling
you I don't  have as much side sex as you think." He shrugs, "Whatever, I'm
just telling  you to try to think of us and our future together before acting
on your  impulses, that's all, just give it a thought." I nod my head
thinking how  Robby, before he's done, is going to give me the biggest fucking
guilty  conscience of all time.


And he goes, "The second thing is we're going to get together each week  on
the same day for a sort of fiancé meeting. I'll want you to tell me,
without naming names, of an instances or two or three where you refrained from
having side sex that week, side sex that was there for you to take if you
wanted to, but you said no. I'm pretty sure you get offers more than anyone I
know, but they'll be a time when you'll tell me you resisted and gently
turned  whoever down. Be honest with me, if you didn't resist anyone just say
that,  and that'll be that for that week. I think we're at a point where
you'll want  to impress me how hard you're trying to work your way out of the
random  side-sex the way I have. I'm hoping the meeting each week will
motivate you to  try harder. By us discussing it honestly each week it might
encourage you to  give the extra effort so that you can honestly tell me, 'I
resisted side-sex  twice this week, Robby'. I think you'll feel proud of yourself
and I'll sure  be proud of you." I ask, "Is this like alcoholics anonymous
?" He says, "A  little, I guess. Listen Dylan, I promise you I'm not
expecting miracles, I'm  just suggesting if you try harder it might work for you
like it did for me." I  say, "You've always had more willpower than me,
Robby." He's a little  exasperated, saying, "I'm instructing you to try it, Dylan.
Will you do it?"  Feeling almost like a little kid again, and very
submissive, but loving Robby  so much it's off the charts, I say, "Yes, Robby, of
course. I told you I  agreed with everything you outlined last night. My dream
is to be happily  married to you. Your dream has become my dream, and I
actually feel more  mature just saying that." He smiles, "Thank you. Um, I'm
actually kind of  surprised, ya know, that you're not arguing about
everything. I've obviously  underestimated you and I apologize for that." He rubs my
head and kisses me,  then hops out of bed saying, "I need to really hurry
now. Thanks a million,  Dylan. This is gonna be, um, prefect!" I grin back at
Robby as he hustles into  the bathroom.


Laying in bed pleasantly sexually satisfied I'm wondering what exactly
Robby thought I'd argue about. I've wanted Robby to adopt this take charge
attitude like forever, so I sure as hell wouldn't argue now that he's finally
doing it. He still isn't totally confident though. I say that because he
seems  surprised whenever I agree with him, like he wasn't sure he'd decided
the  right thing, and then when I agree it's a good idea he's surprised. Gee,
I  didn't realize he was working on cutting down his side sex all summer.
Damn,  that wasn't expected and I wish he wasn't so far along in accomplishing
that  goal. On the other hand, like I thought earlier, that'll mean more
sex for  Robby and me, and that's a good thing. Yeah, it is a good thing
especially now  that I've got the increased hot's for him. The only thing I can
compare this  to is that month during the last semester when Ryan and I were
in incredible  heat for each other like I've never experienced before. The
big difference  with Robby is, with him I've got the hot's for him plus a
deeply felt true  love that I didn't have for Ryan, so this is going to be off
the charts hot.  This morning I shot a little load just licking Robby's
asshole, so that's an  indication how hot he is to me. Man, I felt so submissive
too! It was  awesomely sexy and what a dreamy feeling I've had since last
night. I wonder  if it can get any sexually hotter than this for me. I can
hardly imagine what  it will be like if I get hotter for Robby than I already
am. Damn, what an  unexpected turn of events for me. I had no idea Robby had
this planned out  ahead of time, right down to sleeping over so he could
start my first day of  our new relationship with a good fuck, followed another
little lecture. I  can't see were Robby has made any missteps at all. He's
gonna have me exactly  where he wants me in no time, but what he may not
fully understand is where he  wants me is exactly where I want to be. Right
this second, like last night,  I'm not thinking about side sex. If someone
strapped a lie detector to me and  asked me if I was through with side sex I'd
say yes, and it would register as  the truth too. But like Robby said, a week
from now I could easily slip into  some irresistible side sex. Sure, I'll
have a guilty conscience afterward, but  not while I'm doing it. It'll take
time, also like Robby said. Today is the  first day of a conscientious effort
on my part to sincerely try to cut down  and I'm determined to do without
side-sex for a least today. It's one day at a  time. I'm committed.


Robby comes flying out of the bathroom after his shower, saying, "The
bathroom's all your, Dylan. You better hurry up. I think I've made us both  late
for work." I look at him as he pulls on a pair of my jockey shorts, and
say more sternly, "Get up and get moving!" I do that, thinking, 'Oh boy, this
is really going to be a fun ride with Robby telling me to shape up, but hee
 hee, he's got his work cut out for him, that's for sure!' Robby's dressed
in a  flash, he kisses me on the lips real fast, saying ,"Hurry, don't be
late," and  runs into the kitchen. I hear him says, "Hi, Chubby, I gotta run,"
and then  the door to the cellar slams.  Mister conscientious, that's
Robby. It  takes me five minutes to shower, two minutes to brush my teeth,
another minute  to pee, and less then two minutes to get dressed. I go in the
kitchen waving  at Chubby, who's on the balcony. After making a cup of coffee I
join him out  there. A quick kiss on Chubby's lips as we do a one arm hug,
holding our mugs  of coffee away from us. Chubby says, "A sleep over last
night I see." I go,  "Oh yeah, Robby and I had the most awesome date last
night." He lights a  cigarette and takes a drag, then passes it to me. As I lip
the cigarette  filter, he asks, "Without detailing anything sexy, why was it
a more awesome  date then usual?" I say, "Well, Robby was laying out some
plans for us  regarding our wedding, and plans for us leading up to the
wedding too. I'm  going to take his last name when we're married. I'll be Dylan
Dickers." He  raises his eyebrows, "Oh, that's interesting. Dylan Dickers,
huh. An  alliteration name." I say, "Yep," and exhale cigarette smoke. Chubby
takes the  cigarette back and I drink some coffee as Chubby says, "Kinda a
long way off,  isn't it? To be making plans I mean." I go, "Robby's super
organized, and he  likes to get things resolved ahead of time. And anyway he's
moved the date up  for our wedding to right after our junior year, it's no
longer going to be  after our senior year like I thought. He could move it up
some more depending  on how things go."


Chubby thinks about that a little bit, passes the Marlboro to me, and
asks, "Like what things would need to change?" I go, "How well we're getting
along is important for one thing, and me keeping a positive and cooperative
attitude is necessary for another thing. Other factors are involved too, but
Robby will know if and when he should make the date sooner, or push it
back.  And, um, we need to get over our side-sex habit first too... I guess that
 especially relates to me." Chubby's taking a drag off the cigarette, he
looks  at me with furrowed eyebrows, so I ask, "What's wrong, Chubby, Robby's
taking  charge and guiding us through everything. He's more responsible than
I am."  Chubby goes, "Oh, so he's the boss, huh?" I go, "Yep, fer sure.
When we get  married he'll be the head of the household." Chubby laughs, then
sees me still  frowning, and says, "Um, I thought you were kidding there for
a second." I'm  still frowning, so he mutters, "No, your right, somebody
should be, um, what  you said, the head guy, or something." I say, "Robby and I
will discuss  everything, but he'll make the final decision, that's all.
He's fair. It's to  eliminate arguments." He goes, "That won't necessarily
eliminate arguments,  but all I care about is if you're happy. If you're happy,
I'm happy." I say,  "I know that, and I'm happy, so smile for me." He nods
his head and flicks the  cigarette butt way out in the parking lot, but he
doesn't smile. He's not  thrilled with what I told him and I knew he'd take
it the wrong way, but I  share a lot of stuff with Chubby so I had to shared
this news. Chubby always  thinks somebody's taking advantage of me. I ask,
"What don't you like about  Robby's and my plans?" He says, "They sound
mostly like Robby's plans." I  shake my head, "Nope, they're our plans, his and
mine." We finish our coffees  quickly and hurry down to the Jeep. Chubby
drives fast and we get to work two  minutes early without getting a speeding
ticket. Plenty of time to change into  work clothes.


Inside the locker room we all exchange Monday morning greetings that
aren't as enthusiastic as other mornings' greetings. Monday morning blues is
what everyone has, but I'm upbeat. "Hey, Seth, you're looking good, boy!" and
I squeeze the back of his neck. Seth does what he always does, he leans into
 me, smiling. "Wow, Dylan, what a cool haircut!" I go, "Thanks, I got it
Saturday. It's called a fade cut." He says, "It's styling, but you have such
awesome hair you should let it grow out some. You're always getting
extremely  short haircuts." Huh, I won't tell him that between Sonny and Willie I
don't  actually get to choose my haircut style, but instead I say, "Yeah,
maybe I'll  let it grow out some, but you're the one with awesome hair." He
asks, "Will  you give my awesome hair a haircut tonight? It's the only night
I'm not  working part time this week." I say, "Sure."  When we've changed into
our  work clothes we go out to the blacktop to wait for our boss. Seth
asks, "Did  you see the schedule?" I go, "No, I didn't have time to take a peek
at it,"  and he bumps my side, saying, "It's a large lawn mowing day. All
the equipment  will be on the truck." I go, "Oh, yeah," and think, 'Shit! The
first day in my  effort to cut down on side sex and it has to be a large
lawn day'. Seth gooses  my ass, muttering, "We can mess around in between
jobs." Oh man! I say, "Oh,  heh heh, Seth, then to change the subject, I go, "Oh,
by the way, we'll need  to do your haircut right after work, okay? I might
be seeing Robby tonight  after dinner." He seems disappointed, but says,
"Sure, right after work." He's  staring at me, so I ask, "What?" He shrugs,
"Oh, it's nothing." Goddammit! I  can't hurt his feelings. I'm the only sex
partner he's ever had except for a  couple of bad sexual experiences with older
men, strangers. I rub my fingers  up the back of his head knocking his hat
off and grabbing a fistful of his  hair, asking, "How long's it been since
your last haircut. Your hair's longer  than I expected, Seth. Feels nice
though. I'll shampoo it for you and give you  the full salon treatment." I rub
his hair some more smiling at him. He perks  up, and asks, "You mean the
whole salon treatment?" I go, "If you want the  whole treatment, you got it,
buddy." We're talking code, but we both know  we're talking about sex. So this
won't be one I can tell Robby I resisted at  our Friday meeting. Never mind
a week, it looks like I can't even go three  hours without side sex. I'm not
hurting Seth though, he's too nice and  innocent. Not innocent about life,
he's lived a hard life, but innocent  about sex and his feelings for me. He
thinks he's in love, but he's not. Well,  I'm not hurting him, that's all
there is to it so I'll just hope in time Seth  finds the right boy for him.
I'm going to introduce him to Connor at the party  that's coming up the
weekend after this... it's their welcome home party. But  Connor's only home for
two weeks, so that's not a permanent solution for  Seth.

Robby comes out of the morning meeting and our eyes meet for a second,
then his dart to the group as a whole, but my dicks buzzing. Then Robby starts
in with his usual pep talk although I hardly know what  he's saying because
my dick does a back flip and I grope myself with the hand  I have in my
pocket. I might have hotter sexual heat for Robby than the  hottest for Ryan's
and my month of high, high heat. This is topping that,  and I squirm
grabbing Seth's arm and pulling him against me. This is totally  nuts! He mutters,
"What, Dylan?" I stare at him, mumbling, "Isn't my boyfriend  hot?" He
glances at Robby, then back at me, looking uncertain. I manage to  mutter, "You
do too, Seth," I take a deep breath as Seth's asking, "Are you  okay? You
look funny." I nod my head, gulping, "I'm fine." He pulls on my arm  now,
saying, "We're suppose to get the equipment." I look up and see everyone  heading
for the equipment room, so I go, "Oh yeah, lets go." Robby's in the
equipment room checking to see that the big mower is safe to ride. He asks the
maintenance man to check the air pressure in the tires. I'm staring at Robby
giving orders to the maintenance man who's about fifty years old. Robby
looks  about seventeen, but, Sy, the maintenance man, is being attentive and
doing  what Robby told him to do. Then Robby's checking out the big walk behind
mower  giving Jerry the okay to take the mower to the truck. Jerry say,
"Yes, boss,"  and starts the mower, then guides it out of the garage. Seth's
collecting leaf  blowers, "Here ya go, Dylan, I'll grab the weed whackers."
I'm like, "Huh?" in  a daze, filled with admiration for my boyfriend, Robby.
What a  leader!

Seth brings the weed whackers and I carry the leaf blowers on our way  back
to the truck. Seth's like, "Your last week on the job, Dylan. Robby got  me
a full time job. I'm working with guys cutting lawns into October and then
I'll be on the snow removal crew this winter. When I'm not working snow
removal I'll be working for Sy in the maintenance shop doing maintenance work.
 Robby tells me that Sy will train me so I can be backup to Sy. He gets
sick a  lot I'm told, but I don't know what his illness is." I go, That's
awesome,  Seth. When did you find this out?" He says, "Last Friday after work.
You'd  already left. Robby went out of his way to take care of me and get me
this  full time gig. I need it too." We're almost to the truck when Seth
says, "I'm  glad I got laid off from my other job, I like it here a lot better.
Robby's  the best boss I've ever had." See, I'm not the only one who thinks
Robby's  awesome. Looking back to get another look at Robby I see him
jogging toward  us. When he catches up he give me a little grin, then says, "You
two stow that  equipment away, and head right back to get rakes and leaf
bags, okay guys?"  Seth says, "Sure thing, Rob," and I nod my head looking into
Robby's eyes. He  grins at me again, pats my shoulder and then jogs over to
Lee, who's studying  today's schedule leaning up against the cab of the
truck. I watch as they  talk, then Lee laughs and Robby pats his back grinning.
He has something to  say to everyone making us feel we're important. I've
been taken all this for  granted, but now it's like I'm studying Robby and I'm
more impressed with him  than ever. Boy, and I'm engaged to him too! I'm
not fucking that up, no  way.


We're all loaded up with Robby in the driver's seat and Lee riding
shotgun. Lee looks at Chubby through the small back window of the cab, so  Chubby
asks, "You and Seth ready, Dylan?" I go, 'Yep," and he gives Lee the
thumbs-up, Lee tells Robby and the truck roars to life. We always go to the
property furthest away first thing in the morning and then work our way back
closer to the shop. Seth immediately take my hand and puts it on his crotch,
his hand on top of mine. He shouts in my ear, "Lets see how long it takes for
me to get a boner! You can feel me get hard." It's childish, but Seth
didn't  have much of a childhood supporting himself from age seventeen, and his
life  wasn't too cool before that either. He told me once that he was always
considered the black sheep in the family and he's never figured out why he
was  thought of like that. His parents are a couple of pieces of shit, if
you ask  me. Some people shouldn't be allowed to have children. Seth's staring
at me  with eyes like mine when I was staring at Robby a little while ago.
The  difference is Robby's mine, but I'm not Seth's although he wishes I
was. It's  enough to break my heart sometimes. Him and Connor deserve so much
better, and  I can throw Cory in there too. Damn, some guys have no luck at
all, or very  little of it. I smile at Seth and he mouths, 'I love you'. Oh
man!


What can I do except take my hand off his crotch and put my arm around  his
shoulder to hug him against my side. In one smooth movement he swings over
and sits on my lap facing me with a knee on either side of me. He's done
this  before of course so it shouldn't have surprised me, but it did. Seth has
a  mischievous cute grin on his face. Then he leans in and cups my ear,
yelling  over the truck and road noise to say, "I'm gonna stick my tongue in
your ear,"  then he does it. It's a sexy thing to do, but I don't encourage
him this time.  Robby's lecture is running around my brain, but I'm still
determined not to  hurt Seth's feeling. We make out for awhile and Seth's become
very good at it  so we both spring hard boners and we're both moaning a
little too. It's very  sexy, but it's as far as we take ii this morning. If I
can get through the day  without getting laid, I'll consider it a step in the
right direction, but  there's no way Seth's not going to fuck me after his
haircut. It's like I  can't let him down, so this isn't a fair test. And
anyway Robby said he  doesn't expect a miracle over night, so there's a lot of
leeway in that  statement. My goal is to shoot for one time this week that I
can say 'no'.  It'd be nice if Ray asked me for sex because it's easy
turning him down,  although I'm not sure if technically that would count.


At lunch Robby calls me over to the  truck and when I get there, he asks,
"How ya doing today?" I say, "Okay, but  can we have a date tonight?" He
squeezes my shoulder, saying, "I'm glad you  want one, Dylan, but I can't
tonight. Tomorrow for sure, but you know there's  a meeting at seven o'clock most
Mondays. Dad wants me at all the meetings so  I'll be ready to take over
after college. I'm going to have dad's job and  he'll become president of this
company, plus he's planning a new company  that he'll be starting in two to
three years. We're planning on expanding  now that the economy has picked
up." I say, "Oh, I see, you're 'planning for  the future' with your dad." He
shrugs, "I guess. I'd like to kiss you  right here, but we'd better not. I'll
miss you tonight." I say, "We had the  best date ever last night and this
morning too, didn't we." He says, "I'll  say, I loved every second of it,
Dylan, and I'm so proud of the way you're  accepting the changes I'm making." I
go, "Can't wait for next week when we're  living together again. Are you
sure we can't get together after your meeting  tonight. I'd really like it if
you could," He says, "I appreciate that you  want to see me, baby, but when
I say 'no' to something please don't nag me  about it. Will you try and not
do that? No nagging." I nod my head feeling my  dick tighten. He says, "Will
you, Dylan?" I mutter, "Oh, sure, sorry." He  says, "Don't be sorry. I
could have put that in a nicer way, I'm the one who's  sorry. I called you over
just to say I love you and I'm proud of you." I go,  "And you wish you could
kiss me." He chuckles, "Yeah, and I wish I could kiss  you. Tomorrow night
we'll make up for missing tonight." I want to asks him if  maybe he could
sleep over again tonight, but it might be considered nagging so  I don't.
Terry calls Robby, and Robby says, "Have a good afternoon, Dylan,"  pats my
shoulder and goes to find out what Terry  wants.



The afternoon is a hard push by everyone to finish on time. The large
properties days are always our hardest day of the week so I'm glad when this
day is over and we're making the short drive back to the shop. When in the
locker room changing Chubby asks, 'What are we doing for dinner, bro?" I
shrug, "What would you like, Chubby?" He says, "How about something on the
grill like chicken or baby back ribs that we can barbecue." I go, "My mouth's
watering," then I lean over and whisper, "Do you mind if I invite Seth?" He
says, "Of course not." Seth's at his locker so I walk over, and say, "You're
 invited to dinner tonight, Seth. You said you don't have part time work
tonight, so how about it?" He goes, "That's so nice of you, I'd love to." I
tell him, "Chubby and me are doing baby back ribs on the grill with barbecue
 sauce." He goes, "Awesome!" I pat his shoulder mumbling, "We'll have a
good  time, Seth," and he says, "I'll be over after I take a shower, thanks!"
I'm  changed into regular clothes so I go out to see if Robby's around and I
spot  him talking with his boss, that asshole Chuck Tanner. Chuck looks like
he's  lecturing Robby. Robby listens nodding his head in agreement. Done
talking,  Chuck does a flip motion with his hand like he shooing Robby away.
Robby turns  around with a pissed off expression on his face. I call out,
"Hey, Robby," and  he looks up and smiles.


I stand here staring at him as I chew on my bottom lip, and then Robby
motions for me to come over. I jog to him and Robby puts his arm across my
shoulders, saying, "Take a look at this," walking me to the side of the
building. I ask, "What was Chuck yelling about?" Robby says, "He didn't like  my
last work report," and I'm like, "Why?" Robby goes, "He's working under the
old guidelines. They've been changed. Me and dad worked on them last week,
but  they're basically for next summer's part timers. I filled it out the new
way  and he didn't like it because he hadn't told me to use the new
guidelines." I  go, "He didn't need to be so nasty about it," and Robby tells me,
"He's my  boss so I respect the position, although not necessarily him. He's
got the  title so I swallow my pride and say, "Yes, Chuck, I understand. I
respect  authority although I might not agree with it or like it all the
time." I nod  my head thinking that's a mature attitude right there, then say,
"I respect  your authority both at work and in our personal relationship." He
say, "That's  nice, what I called you over for is this," and his arms go
around my neck for  a sexy wet kiss with lots of tongue. The kiss last two
minutes and leaves me  humping my hips into Robby's crotch very close to
orgasm. Robby breaks the  kiss and looks at me, murmuring, "I'm sorry I can't be
with you tonight, but  that kiss might remind you of what's up for tomorrow
after work." I'm taking  slow deep breaths groping myself. Our mixed saliva
is  all around my  mouth. I manage to mutter, "Robby, I just want you to know
that I've never  ever been more in love with you, or desire you like I'm
feeling right now.  You're it for me, you're all I need." He says, "We'll see
baby, time will  tell. I could kick myself for not taking a leadership role
with us earlier,  but I didn't feel confident I could pull it off. Now I do,
and you give me  more confidence every time we're together. Have you set a
goal for yourself,  like five days or a week, something that's a short
period in the beginning to  try and get through without side sex? That's the way
I did it. A week at a  time." I gulp thinking about Seth tonight, then say,
"No I haven't. I feel I  need to tell you this. Seth has a wicked crush on
me and he's such a good guy  with such a terrible life, so I feel I need to
be there for him." Robby looks  at me, then says, "Do what you need to do,
Dylan. You'll know what that is."  He pats my shoulder, saying, "I'll see you
tomorrow." I go, "Robby..." but  he's walking away, muttering, "Tomorrow,
Dylan."


Oh fuck! He says, 'Do what you need to do', huh? That could be  interpreted
in a few ways. He might be complimenting me on being loyal to  Seth. The
part about me 'knowing what to do' sounds ominous though. Hmmm. This  is going
to be harder than I thought. By the time I get back to the locker  room I'm
concentrating on Robby's comments from last night, especially the one
about him not expecting miracles, and how it's difficult to begin breaking old
habits so it's slow going at first. That makes the most sense if you ask me.
I  like that part of his speech. Seth comes out bumping fists with me,
saying,  "See you in about an hour, okay?" I go, "Yep, see you then." It's as
simple as  this, I'm not letting Seth down. I won't do that, but as a nod to
Robby I  won't bring it up or initiate anything with Seth, like kissing him
during his  haircut, which I like to do with certain guys. I can eliminate
that much, fer  sure. Chubby's goofing around with Lee so I light a cigarette
and lean against  the Jeep smoking. Chubby wasn't thrilled with Robby's
plans for me and him,  but I've found Chubby gets over things pretty quickly so
I might as well get  this thing about the threesome out in the open to get
it over with. Chubby's  only looking out for me, but he needs to have more
faith in me. I'm stepping  on the cigarette butt when Chubby finally comes
over asking, "Ready, bro?" I  go, "Yep, but we'll need to take a detour to Stop
& Shop." He says, "I  know. Damn, after dinner I need to finish up some
stuff for mister Foster, but  I should be done completely by Thursday at the
latest, maybe  Wednesday."


I still haven't wanted to drive the Jeep since my round trip to New  York
so Chubby automatically gets in the driver's side. He start the Jeep and  off
we go. On the highway, Chubby says, "I wasn't being fair with you this
morning, Dylan. Who am I to question what you and Robby decide about your
relationship. You've been going together for like three years so something's
working." I say, "Yeah, and guess what? Ryan will be back at Merrimack next
week and we're going to try the twin boyfriend thing again. Just to see if we
 like it, but no hassles this year like last year." He goes, "Jesus, you
guys  are something, but the same logic I just used goes for that craziness
too. You  and Robby must know what you're doing. I worry about you getting
hurt, but  maybe I need to worry more about how the hell I'm ever going to fall
in love  with some cute chick. I really would like to know how it feels to
be in love."  I say, "There's some lucky cute person out there for you,
Chubby, you'll see."  He goes, "Person?" and I say, "Keep an open mind, it could
be a guy." He  laughs, "You're awesome, Dylan." Oh boy, two people called
me awesome today,  Chubby and Seth. Maybe Robby did too. I know he said I was
awesome last night.  Nice feeling that guys think I'm awesome. I say,
"Thanks, Chubby. You know I think you're  awesome."


In Stop & Shop I see what I consider a cute young boy that I've  seen
before in here, but I didn't used to think he was all that cute. Am I  lowering
my standards I wonder? I mean, this incompetent moron who's hiring  the part
time bag boys and cashiers has an aversion of some kind to cute guys,  so
the cuteness factor in this area has become dangerously low in this
particular Stop& Shop store. I may need to endure the higher prices at the  Whole
Food store to check out their part timers. Oh yeah, there's that dumb  bastard
that's doing the hiring. He's in his little booth in the middle of the  row
of cash registers. Looking at the geek, he wouldn't know cute if he fell
over it. Chubby says, "What's wrong?" I go, "Oh nothing, some things piss me
off, that's all." He laughs, "Some things? How about almost everything." I
go,  "Chubby, that's just so wrong. Come on, lets check out the meat
section." We  choose a whole rack of baby back ribs. They're not on sale so we'll
have to  pay the full price of $21.95. What a rip off! We get frozen french
fries that  we'll cook in hot lard so they're salty and crispy on the outside,
but creamy  in the middle. Chubby says, "Lets get corn on the cob and
tomatoes from that  farmer's truck parked illegally at the empty office building
on Main Street."  We pay for the ribs and fries, checking ourselves out with
me getting pissed  off all over again because it used to be fun flirting
with the young guys at  the register. Chubby drives us to the spot where a
farmer sells produce out of  his truck. There are a half dozen woman picking
out what they want as we peel  back a number of corm ears finding shiny small
kernel ones. Chubby mutters,  "These are beauties," we get six ears so we
all can have two. Then we pick out  tomatoes, pickling cucumbers, and a red
onion for the simple salad. This will  be really good. I wonder if Seth is off
his Ramon noodle diet?


Back at the condo, when we're in my kitchen, Chubby says, "Wow, I'm
psyched about this dinner." We turn the oven on at three hundred degrees so we
can pre-bake the ribs wrapped in aluminum foil, then we'll grill them on the
gas grill getting a little char on them and the grill flavor. First though
the  rack of ribs gets a dry rub that we mix ourselves. Paprika, garlic
powder,  coriander, salt, and pepper get rubbed on the rack of ribs. We wrap it
in foil  and into the oven it goes. Chubby mixes our barbecue sauce combining
finely  sliced onion, ketchup, brown sugar, Worcestershire sauce, half a
can of Coke,  cider vinegar, paprika, garlic powder, chili powder, and Frank's
hot sauce.  It'll simmered on the stove until it's thick enough to coat the
back of a  spoon. It'll be a sweet and spicy barbecue sauce we'll use to
baste the  ribs frequently while it cooks on the grill, and we will turn the
ribs  often. Because of the sugars in the sauce we need to be careful it
doesn't  burn and become bitter, that's why we'll continue to bast it and turn
it. I  start a pot of water boiling for the corn on the cob as Chubby gets
Crisco  lard melting in a pot for the french fries. Everything is on low and
after we  put the salad together and put it in the refrigerator we go out to
the balcony  for a smoke. Chubby lights a cigarette and takes a drag,
asking, "Robby's  aware of you messing around with other guys, is that right?" I
take the  cigarette, muttering, "Yeah, but he thinks I do more of it than I
do, plus he  has another side-sex partner too." Chubby makes a face,
mumbling, "You two  have a very unusual arrangement, you know that don't ya?" I say,
"No, I don't  know that. How do you know if it's unusual or not?" He
shrugs, "I'm just  guessing, but it seems unusual on the surface. Maybe it's a gay
thing." I go,  "It's a Robby and Dylan thing, that's all I care about. I
don't know what's  normal for other gays, or straights for that matter. I only
know what works  for Robby and me, and I might mention you're boppin' two
girls at the same  time too." He goes, "That's fair, but it isn't just you
and Robby, it's Ryan  too, right?" I say, "That remains to be seen, Chubby.
We're young and learning  about what we want." He says, "You guys are having a
hellava time while  learning if you ask me. I'm jealous." I chuckle, "Join
the team and join in on  the fun." He gives me a look, but doesn't comment.


Just as we finish the cigarette the front doorbell sounds. It must be
Seth. I answer the door and see Seth all shiny clean, smiling and holding out  a
pack of Marlboro lights. He's no mooch, he pays back the cigarettes he
bummed from me over the past month. I go, "Hi ya, Seth, you didn't need to buy
me a pack of cigarettes." He says, "Yes I did," and he sees Chubby out on
the  balcony looking out at the parking lot, so Seth gives me a kiss as he
blushes.  I say, "Thanks, Seth. Come on in." We join Chubby on the balcony.
Chubby and  Seth bump fists, with Chubby saying, "Dude, you're looking good. I
hear you  were hired full time by mister Dickers." Seth says, "It was Robby
who got me  the job. I only talked to his dad a few minutes to make it
official." Chubby  asks, "Did you get a raise?" and I say, "That's personal,
Chubby!" Seth  shrugs, "It's okay. I got a raise that's effective September
first. I feel  lucky and I'm gonna make sure they get their money's worth." I
say, "I've no  doubt about that," and Seth leans into me and sort of hugs me,
muttering,  "Thanks, Dylan." Chubby gives me a look, like, 'Oh, Seth too'.
I put my arm  across Seth's shoulders telling Chubby, "Seth and I are
buddies. Aren't we  Seth?" His arm is around my waist as he says, "Yep, we are."
Chubby chuckles,  muttering, "I'm on the wrong fucking team." I say, "There's
always a spot on  the team for switch hitters. Shane Victorino got a three
year, thirty nine  million dollar contract from the Red Sox so being a
switch hitter worked out  pretty well for him." Chubby laughs, "I can't keep up
with you, Dylan." The  three of us talk about how the Red Sox surprised the
shit out of us this year  by playing great baseball and staying in first
place most of the season. While  we're waiting for the ribs to get tender in the
oven, Chubby goes to his place  and brings back beers which we drink while
smoking and bull shitting about  this summer's job working for Robby. We
concentrate on the funny stuff that  happened on the job. Seth seems more
relaxed than usual and maybe that's  because he knows he has a job he can rely
on. I feel really good for him and  especially because my boyfriend Robby made
it happen.


I stick the corn in the pot, three ears at a time and boil it for only
four minutes, then put the other three ears in and we eat the cooked corn on
the cob dripping with butter and sprinkled with salt. Two ears each and there
 are few things more delicious than just-harvested and properly cooked corn
on  the cob. The ribs come out of the oven and are painted with barbecue
sauce  before going on the grill. Chubby tends the ribs basting and turning
them  frequently as I get the french fires ready with Seth standing close by
and  staring at me. I glance at him occasionally and each time I do he grins
and  blushes. It's hard for me to visualize this sweet kid out in the world
alone  supporting himself working with tough men on his previous masonry
job, but he  pulled it off. Seth has a rock hard side to him that's basically
an act. He  realized he could be his true, normal sweet self pretty quickly
working with  us. I'm so happy for him I could cry. Once in awhile something
really good  happens and for Seth it was being hired by Robby. When Chubby
gives me the  word that the ribs are ready, I put the french fries in the hot
lard and step  back as they sizzle and spit while burning off the water in
the frozen fries.  Chubby cuts the rack of ribs into individual ribs, I get
the salad out and we  eat everything, and is it ever good! Wow, it's one of
the best parts of  summer, fresh produce and grilled food. After cleaning up
the mess in the  kitchen Chubby bumps fist with Seth and me, then he's off
to his part time  job. When it's just Seth and me, he looks shy, glancing at
me quickly,  fidgeting. I ask, "Ready for your shampoo and haircut, Seth?"
He nods his  head, biting on his bottom lip. Running my fingers through his
hair, Seth  leans into me and hugs me around the waist. Jeez, I love this
kid and I feel  really good that I'm able to bring some happiness into his
life. "Lets go  downstairs, Seth, and get started."


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 that 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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