Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 09:44:52 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter  99

DYLAN'S  SUMMER VACATION TWO


Chapter  99


by Donny Mumford




Seth and I are in bed wearing boxer shorts. We're prepared for work
tomorrow with Italian subs in the refrigerator for tomorrow's lunch, and  clothes
laid out for after our shower in the morning. I set the alarm  accordingly
and then turn out the light, but it's not even eleven o'clock so  we probably
won't go to sleep right away. Getting my arm over Seth's shoulder  we lay
face to face on our sides. I asks him, "Are you sure you're not worried
about catching whatever I've got because I definitely am coming down with
either a cold or the fucking flu." Seth says, "I'd be willing to catch a hell  of
a lot worse than the flu if it means I get to sleep with you." I mumble, "I
 really don't deserve your devotion, Seth. Any gay guy, including me, would
 consider themselves lucky to share a bed with you." He slowly runs his
fingers  through my short hair, murmuring, "You're awesome to say that, thank
you. Um,  but I'd really like to know where these gay guys you speak of are.
I can't  find them." I go, "We've been over this before, Seth, you're not
out there  enough. You're not exposed to very many guys your own age which
greatly  reduces the possibility of you meeting someone. You should pursue this
dating  service thingie and get started meeting gay guys online. Everyone
on that site  is a gay and hoping to hook up with someone. If you meet just
one nice guy it  will lead you to others. I know they're out there." In the
dim moonlight I see  him grin, then say, "I met you," and I'm like, "Yes, and
I'm going to  introduce you to a couple of guys at the welcome-home party
for Dodger and  Connor." His eyebrows go up, "Who are they?" I tell him, "An
awesome guy named  Connor, and another guy who's really sweet, named Cory."
He nods his head,  "Yeah, you mentioned Connor before, but he's in the Army.
Who's Cory?" I tell  him about Cory, and Seth smiles, "Oh goody, a
homophobe, huh?" I say, "An  ex-homophobe, and while he's not geographically ideal,
we'll see if you two  hit it off." Seth shrugs, "An hour's drive doesn't
bother me all that much. If  it works out and we're both interested, we could
meet halfway for a date." I  mutter, "That's the spirit. We'll see how you
feel about him the weekend after  next at the party."  The other thing is...
Cory's been emailing with  Connor so I'll have to find out what's up with
that. I don't mention that, and  I don't mention the other problem either. That
being Cory's not totally  admitting to himself he's gay. He only thinks
he's gay when I'm involved, so  he's not ideal for a couple of reasons. It'd be
much better if Seth meets someone  online.


Seth's tells me a little about his new experience of conversing with  gay
guys on the gay dating site. Listening to him, it kind of breaks my heart
because he sounds so naive and  innocent, almost like he's fifteen or  sixteen
year old and just come to the realization he's gay. He's handling real
life survival matters awesomely, but matters of the heart are not Seth's
strong suit. He and Connor would be perfect together except neither one would
ever likely make the first step towards intimacy. Cory might initiate
something with Seth, if he'd first accept the fact he's gay. And then there  are
guys I wouldn't dare introduce Seth to. Sonny, for example, because Sonny
would have Seth  under his thumb on their first date. Hmmm, maybe Seth would
like that, but  they'll have to meet independently of me. How about Devon?
Yeah, that might  work. What a cute couple they'd be. Why didn't I think of
Devon before? I  better give it some more thought though, there's that little
inconvenient fact  Devon's bisexual and in love with Annie. I keep coming back
to thinking that  Seth's best bet of matching up with someone is through
the gay dating  site.

With the matchmaking over with, Seth's staring into my eyes and lightly
outlining around my lips with the pad of his index finger. I grin at him, lean
 in for a kiss, and his arm goes around the back of my neck. Our bodies
come  together. We're still up on our sides for a minute and then I fall over
onto  my back with Seth on top of me. He lifts his head, and mutters, "Ahh,
this is  nice," and our lips come together again with his tongue going into
my mouth.  He's gently humping his cock against mine, and it's feeling fine.
In short  order his cock grows hard and becomes a boner against my stomach.
It's  pointing up, squished between our bellies. When he humps his hips now
I feel  the leaking head of his boner on my bellybutton just above the
waistband of my  jockey shorts. His hard cock has made it's way outside the fly
of his boxer  shorts somehow. He's doing his quiet whines of arousal again,
which gets me  aroused and my arms go around his neck with our lips kissing
as our  tongues slide against one another. Our noses rub as we move our heads
during  this hot make out and it's very sexy as is Seth's scent and the
feel of his  almost naked body. His sparse blond whiskers and chest hairs add
to his  sexiness. To me, there's nothing as sexy as a young male body, and
that holds  true even when a cute face isn't part of the package. With both a
taut male  form and a cute face it's basically an irresistible combination
as far as I'm  concerned. Then when the sexy scent is included I'm pretty
much helplessly  attracted like a moth is to a flame. This is exactly the kind
of thing I need  to overcome in order to be Robby's sole partner in
marriage. That's no small  mountain to climb, but I'll do it as fast as I can
because Robby and me are  destined to be partners for life. For now, however, I'm
not really able do  much climbing. It's a bit of a accomplishment just
acknowledging what the  challenge is that's ahead of me and accepting it, which
is the first step  Robby wants me to take. The longest journey begins with
one small step, ya  know.

Seth drags his lips across my cheek leaving a trail of saliva in their
path as the sides of our faces come together. He gasps, then breaths deeply
while still doing his dry-dock fucking. He whispers, "Would you please turn
over onto your stomach, Dylan?" I lay here wondering if it's possible for him
 to ask me to do that in a sterner manner. I don't turn over just to see
how he  reacts. He says, "I'm so horny and so in love with you it scares me."
I  mumble, "Don't confuse love with sexual desire, Seth. I've done that in
the  past and it just causes unnecessary anguish and heartache." He doesn't
reply,  but instead gets his arms around the back of my neck and hugs my head
as he  kisses the side of my face, then puts his tongue in my ear. My cock
has boned  up now and I'm humping back at his humping. A low, "Ooooh, mmmm,"
comes from  me as I hug his back tightly squeezing our chests together and
squirming  against his body. He takes his tongue from my ear, and says with
emphasis,  "Turn over now, Dylan!" Ah ha, the first glimpse of something
resembling  dominance from Seth. Everyone I have sex with eventually realizes
they can get  away with bossiness when having sex with me. Some, like Sonny,
recognize it  immediately and others, like Seth, take much longer to get the
knack of it.  Then there are others, like Connor, who need even longer then
Seth, but  eventually even Connor would come to realize it if we were
together enough  times. That's never going to happen for Connor and me because
obviously he's  unavailable. To encourage Seth's tiny dominant showing, I
murmur, "Yes, Seth,"  and turn right over as he lifts himself off me.

It's too much to hope for a bit of a spanking I suppose, and as  suspected
I don't get one. Instead Seth reaches down to guide his cock to my  asshole.
Then, with another whiny sound of desire he plugs the head of his  boner
past my sphincter muscle and we both moan, "Aaaaah, oooh." It feels so  good I
push my ass up taking an inch of the shaft inside me. We both let out
noisy exhales as I feel Seth's body shudder. His hips force his cock further  up
my ass, so I tighten the muscles in my stomach and rectum loving the
feeling of his hard cock inside me. Another, "Aaaah," from me as Seth's head
comes down close to mine, then he asks, "Feel good, Dylan? Does my cock feel
good inside you?" He asked that with confidence, almost with cockiness. I nod
 my head recognizing another sign that he's grasping the fact he's doing
the  fucking and therefore bringing sexual pleasure to both of us. He's mostly
in  control of our sex, so to encouraging him further to be a bit more
confident  about what he's doing, I murmur, "Yes, Seth, your cock feels
fantastic in my  ass and you fuck me good." He humps his hips pushing the rest of
his boner  inside me and then lays on my back, muttering, "Good, I'm glad I
can do that  for you." He kisses a corner of my lips, then licks my face
before putting his  lips on my ear to murmur, "I'm going to fuck you really good
tonight, Dylan.  So good you'll ask me to do it again and next time I won't
need to nag you for  sex. That's my fantasy, that you'll ask me to have sex
with you. Will you do  that some time?" I bite my lip nodding my head, then
mutter, "Yes, Seth." It's  so wonderful to see the beginnings of confidence
in Seth because it'll help  him to explore other gay guy possibilities.

Seth's hands are on the mattress on either side of my shoulders, he  lifts
his chest off my back and them starts humping his hips thrusting his  hard
cock rhythmically back and forth in my rectum. It's still a tight trip so
he's doing it slowly. Right away I'm moaning, "Mmmm, oooh, yeaaah, Seth, fuck
me hard," and I'm not faking it either. He's fucking good now and gaining
confidence by the second. He's really has a good boner for fucking my ass,
and  doing it without noticeable pain right from the start too, unlike
others...  Ray, for example. Seth will never quite get me as sexually high as Ray
because  of that, but I like Seth so much more than Ray that the sexual
thrill  pretty much evens out. Seth's been doing a slow steady thrusting and now
that  his cock is moving smoothly, and he's got my ass loosened up, he
picks up the  speed of his humps and it's, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," once again.
Oh man, I'm  feeling really good squirming under him and doing quiet "Mmm,"
sounds of  pleasure. And then he thrusts a bit faster, muttering, "Am I
fucking you hard  enough?" and there's a bit of an edge to his voice when he
said that. My boner  tightens up further, as I grunt, "Um, yeah, Seth, it
feels good." "Slap, slap,  slap, slap," sounds in my ears, along with my moans
and Seth's, "Ooh," groan  with each hump up my ass. It's a chorus of fast,
"Ooh!, slap!, mmm, ooh!" and  it goes on for awhile until my moans begin to
increase as the sensations  build. My ass lips are tantalizingly vibrating as
they grip the shaft of his  fast moving swollen boner. The hard shaft moves
back and forth in my ass like  a steel piston stimulating my prostate until
it's singing a sexual song of  intense pleasure with me moving under Seth
and flexing my stomach and ass  muscles. I'm groaning and moaning with abandon
now. Damn, it's awesomely hot  and sexy as hell. Seth's scent is in my head
as my climax grows with him  slamming his cock into me faster and harder.
Then I hear his desperate whining  sounds of arousal announcing his impending
orgasm. It's, "Slap, slap, slap,  slap, slap," and then a last tight hump
holding himself against my ass as he  groans, "Ooooh, oooh, ah, ah, ah," and
I feel cum flood my bowels. I squeal  and almost dump him off my back as I
shudder wildly, arching my back with my  hips thrusting out a long string of
creamy cum that leaves my boner so  sensitized I'm writhing in sexual
pleasure. Seth's groin is still tight  against my buttocks with him humping
against my ass pumping more cum inside me  at the same time I'm pumping out three
more shots of cum and then drools of  cream is sliding down my boner from my
gaping pee slit and I'm seeing stars.  The quivering head of my boner
sizzles with a sexy feeling and I can't stop  shuddering with a indescribable
sexy sparkling sensations around my  rectum, cock, and balls. Ah, what intense
sexual pleasure! I love anal  intercourse! "Mmmm, ooh, mmm, ooh," from me as
Seth lays on me and roughly  pushes my head against the mattress and holds
it there. My chest collapses  back down onto the mattress and now I'm laying
in my own spunk. Another  shoulder shudder and, "Oooh my God," from Seth,
"That was really good. Fucking  you hard really excited me. Was it okay? Was
it something you'd ask me to do  again?" I mutter, "Un huh, for sure, Seth,"
and he definitely does sound  cocky, saying, "I'm fucking you in the
morning too, so get used to that idea."  Damn, I love that he's coming out of his
shell. It only took him all  summer.


After two minutes he lifts up and rubs my head, saying, "You're not  done
yet, ya know," and he begins thrusting his still hard cock in my ass  again.
It goes on for awhile and gets me all squirmy again, moaning, "Uuummm,  that
feels good, Seth, mmm, fuck yeah." He finally tires and pulls his cock  out
and flops down next to me with his arm across my back. He gets his face
next to mine, and says, "I'm getting the hang of this, ain't I?" I turn my
head to look at him, saying, "Yep, you're awesome." He grins, muttering, "It
seemed you liked it when I started pounding your ass like I owned it,  huh?"
I mumble, "Yeah, it was hot seeing you take charge of the fuck and doing
it your way. Did I hear you correctly, you said you're going to fuck me in
the  morning?" His arm drops down and he gooses my ass, muttering, "That's
right,  that's what I said. When I wake up I'm gonna fuck ya! Whaddaya think
about  that?" I say, "Um, if you say so, Seth." He gooses my ass again, "I say
so,"  and I snuggle against him, murmuring, "You're extra sexy when you get
like  this," and he slaps my ass this time, adding, "I might come up to
your college  sometime and fuck you there too." I go, "Oh, okay." He hugs me
with one arm,  saying, "This is perfect! It's how I do it in my fantasies," as
his muscular  arm is giving me a one arm hug. He exuberant, exclaiming,
"Damn, I feel good  and for the first time I felt like I was, I don't know,
like I was the guy,  doing what I wanted." I say, "That's because you were in
charge and I thought  you were really hot." Another hug, and a muttered,
"Well, okay then," followed  by another slap on my ass. We both chuckle, "This
is awesome, Dylan! Hey, you  know what I'm going to do?" I ask, "What?" and
he says, "I'm making a date  with that good looking long-hair guy online. He
was hinting he wanted me to,  but neither of us could pull the trigger, ya
know? I'll be the one who takes  the lead." We talk about that and I keep
building up his confidence telling  him, "Some guys like me, and maybe that
long haired kid, like it when our sex  partner takes the lead confidently. We
think it's sexy when guys like you are  confidently dominant because it takes
all the decision making away from us and  we don't need to worry about it.
We just enjoy the sex." He asks, "Are you  saying you want me to take charge
when you and I have sex? Is that what you're  saying?" I shrug, "Sure, if
you have the confidence to do it, and I definitely  saw some of that
tonight." He goes, "Well I was really horny too." Then we  talk about other possible
scenarios that might play out on his first date with  the long-haired kid,
and how Seth should take the reins right from the start  being dominant and
see how the kid responds. He also needs to be ready to be  flexible since
everyone's different. We talk for about twenty minutes until  we're both
yawning and decide to get to sleep. Before falling asleep Seth gets  his arm
under the back of my neck, which makes me smile because he probably  feels
that's what a dominant guy should do.


In the morning I wake up  with a sore throat and a pounding headache.
Glancing over I see Seth grinning  at me. After a second, he says, "My arm went
numb during the night, Dylan. I  don't know what time it was, but I had to
take my arm from behind your neck.  It was weird not having any feeling in my
whole arm." I nod at him, "Yeah, I  guess it would feel weird," and he
reaches over without saying anything else  and pushes me up on my side facing
away from him. His arm goes over me holding  me there as his hard cock gets
pushed against my anus spreading the lips. I  groan, feeling slightly feverish,
as he says, "Yep, just like I told ya last  night, I'm gonna fuck you
again, Dylan. I'll do it even better than last  night. I loved seeing how hot and
aroused you got with me being in charge of  our sex. And don't forget, you
need to ask me for sex the next time after  this. You ask me to fuck you and
I'll take it from there." He's getting the  hang of it alright. I just wish
I didn't feel so horrible with the flu or  whatever I caught from Ray. I'm
not gonna do anything to discourage Seth now  though, not when he's finally
gaining confidence. Forcing his cock up my ass  about two inches, he smacks
the side of my right butt cheek leaving it  stinging, asking, "Feel good,
does it?" sounding like a new person, confident  that he knows how to give
sexual pleasure. I'm happy for him even as my  headache throbs. Seth's new
found confidence includes being a little rougher  with his fucking too, and he's
a strong guy. He's got an arm around the front  of my throat pulling my
head back against his shoulder as he's driving his  cock up my ass hard. I'm
going, "Oh!" with each slap of his crotch against my  ass, "Slap, slap, slap,
slap, slap, slap!" Seth's grunting with the effort  almost strangling me,
"Slap, slap, slap." He humps his boner up my ass and  holds it there, asking,
"How's it feel? How's my cock feel in your ass?" I  say, "You're choking
me." He goes, "No I'm not," and "Slap, slap, slap, slap,  slap," and he's got
me now. My cock is hard and leaking precum. My sore throat  hurts a little
more with my moans of sexual pleasure, "Ahh yeah, fuck me,  Seth." He drives
his cock in harder and now it's like I forget about the flu,  all I'm doing
is loving the sexual sensations I'm feeling, "Uummm, ooh, ooh,  yeah just
like that, Seth. Mmmm, ah, ah, I'm gonna cum, ahh, ahh." He slams  his cock up
my ass again and I squeal as cum streams from my boner. My body's  shaking
in his grasp as he continues, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," then "Ummmm,  ooh,
ooh, aaaah!" from me with more cum shooting from my cock feeling  fantastic.
"Slap, slap, slap,slap," with Seth moaning, then his body stiffens  and I
feel my rectum filling with creamy semen as Seth makes his now familiar
whining sounds, almost like he's in pain. He pauses for half a minute, then
fuck's me some more before pulling his cock out and flipping me on my back. He
climbs on top of me, his nose touching mine, asking, "How'd ya like that
fuck,  Dylan?" I say, "It was spectacular, Seth, you're getting sexier by the
minute." He goes, "Yeah, thanks to you I think I am."

He shimmies down my body to get between  my legs, saying, "Pull your legs
back," I do that, as he mutters, "Yeah, just  like that," and then he pushes
on my knees to get my ass a little bit up off  the mattress. A hard slap on
my ass, "SMACK!", then another one, "SMACK!" and  then in goes his cock. It
slides easily up my ass in his creamy cum and  then it's the, "Slap, slap,
slap, slap, slap," of anal intercourse for another  two minutes. Pulling his
sloppy cock out he smacks my ass again, saying,  "That's a well fucked ass
right there. I fucked you good this time," and  another slap on my ass,
"SMACK!". My cock is still hard and quivering as I  moan, "Fuck me some more,
Seth." Another "SMACK!" and he says, "Your ass has  been fucked good already,
lets get in the shower now, Dylan, before I spank  your ass red. This is so
fucking hot!... haha." I get up muttering, "I've  created a monster." Seth's
smiling like a little kid at Christmas. I say,  "It's a pretty small shower
stall for two. It can be done, but it's tight  quarters." He grins, "Let's
try it anyway," so I get the water going and in we  go. "Oh," he mutters, "It
is tight in here, how do we do this?" Feeling my  smacked ass with both
hands I find I'm in a submissive frame of mind, asking,  "Whaddaya think, is it
okay if we shampoo each others hair and then wash each  other." He says,
"Of course," and slowly I lose the sexy submissive frame of  mind and realize
I'm feeling like shit because of my cold. I don't want to put  a damper on
Seth's euphoria so I don't mention how lousy I feel. I was good  while he was
fucking me, but now not so much. As we shampoo each other, he  says
excitedly, "I see things in a new light, Dylan. Being a little assertive,  in a
nice way of course, allows both of us to relax and enjoy the sex. I  always
thought I should hold back and see what the other guy wants, and just  go with
that. The problem is, what if the other guy is doing the  same thing? Then
everything gets a little, um, stilted or something. Being  natural, being
myself is a better approach. You got sort of submissive when I  spanked you,
didn't you?" I go, "Un huh, I really liked it, Seth." He  goes,  "That's how
I'm going to treat the long-haired kid." I say, "Yep, just  like you were
with me. Start out being dominant, but be nice about it. Please  your sex
partner as well as yourself. Some guys are selfish and only care  about
themselves, so don't get like that." He mutters, "No, of course not. I  just hope the
long haired kid reacts like you did. Man, I got so turned on  seeing you
being submissive to me. It was a whole new experience for me. I  wasn't
kidding, I'm going to come up to your college and fuck you hard some  time." Damn,
I wish I didn't feel like shit so I could enjoy Seth's new found
dominance. As we wash each other clumsily in the small space, he asks, "Um, do  you
really like it when your sex partner's dominant during sex?" I mutter, "If
he's dominant the right way, yeah. You were excellent, honestly. Not mean
spirited or nasty acting like a prick, no pun intended. It's
submissive/dominant sex play." He chuckles, "I've been 'out' since I was  seventeen, I know
about sub/dom sex. It hasn't interest me until now and, wow,  spanking you
while I'm fucking you is so hot."


When we've showered and  dried off, we get dressed, with Seth saying, "Are
you alright? You're eyes  look funny and watery." I go, "I caught a cold
like I was telling you about,  and to be honest I'm feeling  pretty lousy." He
says, "Why didn't you  tell me, Dylan? Now I feel terrible about making you
have sex this morning." I  mutter, "It's alright, I enjoyed it, really." We
go into the kitchen and make  coffees and then take the mugs of coffee to
the balcony and light cigarettes.  He says, "This is cigarette number three
that I've bummed from you of the  second pack," still bubbly and happy, so I
try to smile at him. Chubby comes  through the front door, waves at us from
the kitchen, then brings his mug of  coffee out to join us. "Ah ha, another
sleep over, I see." Seth says, "Dylan's  sick." Chubby feels my forehead.
"You're a little warm, bro." I sniff my runny  nose, and say, "I got a cold,
that's all, I'm fine." He goes, "You need a lot  of fluids like juices and
chicken soup. You should stay home in bed today  too." I go, "No way I'm doing
that, but this cigarette isn't helping my  throat," and I flick it toward
the balcony railing. It hits the top rail and  flips up in the air, then comes
to rest right there on top of the railing like  I placed it there.
Everyone's like, "Wow, bet you couldn't do that again in a  million tries." Then
Chubby wants to know what's for lunch and I let Seth tell  him as I go inside
to dump out the rest of my coffee and take two Tylenol with  a big glass of
orange juice. It hurts to swallow, but I get it all down. Sick  or not, I
really feel good about Seth's new found confidence. It'll serve him  well and I
wouldn't mind getting fucked by him any time. Damn, that was hot  sex.


On the way to work, Chubby  and Seth are laughing about something, but I'm
not sure what. I'm real tired  and my muscles ache as I sit in the back seat
thinking how nice it would be to  lie down. At work everyone is showing a
better attitude now that we got  through the Monday morning blues yesterday.
Both Jerry and Lee tell me I look  like shit and I tell both of them the
same thing, "I have a cold." Normally  I'd have some smart ass retort to anyone
saying I look like shit, but today I  don't have the energy. I rub my ass
thinking back to Seth's fuck and my  shoulders do a little shudder as I stare
at him clowning around with Chubby.  Boy, he's really coming into his own.
He's sexy! Out on the blacktop Lee's  talking with Robby and Robby looks up
at me, so I guess he hearing about my  cold. He nods his head at Lee and
gives him today's schedule explaining  something, then it's Robby's pep talk to
us guys, ending with, "Lee's in  charge this morning. I'll catch up with
you guys before lunch. Lets get the  equipment loaded on the truck. Get moving
guys." I begin drifting with the  guys toward the supply and equipment
garage when Robby says, "Dylan, can I  talk to you for a second?" Oh shit, I'm
going to get the poor sick Dylan  speech. I just want to work through the day
and get to bed afterward without a  lot of conversation. I walk over and he
says, "I hear you have a cold, let me  feel your forehead." He puts the
palm of his hand on my forehead, "Yeah, you  have a low grade fever. Come with
me, I'm taking you to the walk-in clinic  downtown." I whine, "No, Robby,
it's a cold, that's all. I took some Tylenol  with a big glass of OJ. There's
no cure for a cold anyway so going to the  doctors is a waste of time. I
just want to work through the day and get to bed  early." He looks at me with
his eyebrows up and his head cocked to the side a  little. I go, "What?" and
he says, "Don't you remember what we decided just  two nights ago? What did
you promised to do?" I frown, muttering, "Two nights  ago? Um, you mean
about you being in charge and all that other stuff?" He  says, "Yes, and it's
not all that other stuff, it's our life together starting  now. If we get
ourselves in the proper frame of mind, working together, we'll  be all set when
we get married." I look down, then mumble, "Okay, you're  right. If you say
I need to see a doctor, let's go." He nods his head, saying,  "No arguing
with me the next time I tell you something," My dick buzzes as I  mumble,
"Yes, Robby." Damn, this is hot. First Seth this morning and now the  real deal
with Robby. I stare at him feeling that sexy submissive sensation,  and then
bump against his side grinning at him. He puts his arm across my
shoulders, mumbling, "Sorry I was grumpy with you, baby."


At his pickup Robby  squeezes the back of my neck, "I love you so much,
Dylan. And, by the way, I  know there's no cure for the common cold." I ask,
"Yeah, why is that?" He  shrugs, "I don't know. Maybe because a cold can be
caused by any one of two  hundred different viruses so it's impractical to
find a cure because you don't  know which virus it is that caused your cold.
I'm hoping it is a cold anyway,  and not the flu. We wanna find out, and
that's the  main reason we're  going to the doctors. Anyway, we have an account
with this clinic, the  business does, and we hardly ever use it. We'll use it
today." During the  short drive to the clinic I close my eyes and rest my
head back on the  passenger seat as my head pounds. When we get there Robby
rubs my head gently,  saying, "You fell asleep, Dylan." I go, "I did not, I
was resting my eyes,  Robby." He grins, "Oh, my mistake. Come on, lets go
in." Inside he says, "Grab  a seat in the waiting area while I check you in at
the desk." Hmmm, yeah, this  is nice. I like being taken care of. I sit down
and look around at the others  waiting to see a doctor. None of them are
cute young guys, and none of them  look especially sick. Robby comes over with
a Sports Illustrated magazine,  saying, "Here's something to read, it'll be
about a forty-five minute wait." I  say, "Okay, thanks," staring at him. He
looks back shrugging, so I say,  "You're a good head of the household." He
chuckles and squeezes my  shoulder.


We sit here reading our  magazines as one after another my fellow patients
get called in to see the  doctor while others register at the front desk
replacing the original  patients. It'd be awkward having a conversation because
everyone can hear what  you say, so no one talks. Music plays quietly in
the background and I almost  fall asleep in the chair. Finally I hear, "Dylan
Newman," so I look up to see  a nurse smiling and motioning for me to join
her. Robby mutters, "I'll be here  when you're finished." Damn, I wanted
Robby to come with me like my mom used  to do when I was a little kid. The nurse
leads me to a room and leaves me  there, saying, "The doctor will be in to
see you shortly." Ten long minutes  later the door opens and the doctor
comes in and introduces himself. He's  fairly young with a sexy short beard and
pretty green eyes. He wants to know  why I came to the clinic so I list my
symptoms. He nods, then takes my  temperature, asking, "Are you a model?" I
go, "A model? No, I work for a lawn  service company, Dickers Landscaping."
He looks at the thermometer, then  mutters,"Ninety-nine degrees." He looks in
my ears, nose, and throat with that  light attached to a little funnel
thingie. Now he's feeling my neck, checking  my glands I guess... his fingers
feel good. He says, "Well, Dylan, it doesn't  look like you have influenza,
but I'll take a throat culture and we'll make  sure." He sticks a long q-tip
looking thing down my throat and rubs the inside  of my throat with it making
me gag. A cute female nurse takes it to do a test.  The doctor smiles at me
and then tells me I'll probably feel tired and  miserable, but most of the
bad symptoms of a common cold are basically  annoying for only the first two
to three days. He says I should start feeling  like myself again by day
three, although a running nose and a little cough and  sneezing could last a
week. All I know is I have a sore throat, low grade  fever, nasal congestion,
watery eyes, and I'm tired with sore muscles. The  sore throat is the most
annoying of everything. Chicken soup is recommended  because it's a fluid,
plus the steam from the hot soup helps loosen the mucus  in nasal passages.
Like Chubby said, plenty of liquids, but only ones without  caffeine, like
juices.


The nurse returns with the  news that it's not influenza. I ask if I should
take aspirin for the fever and  the doctor tells me not to because a little
fever helps my body fight  infection. He says I'm more susceptible to
infection because of my weakened  condition. Yeah, I do feel weak. The doctor
says to the nurse, "Isn't our  patient here about the best looking lad you've
ever seen?" and she says, "He  sure is." Then the doctor says he doesn't
recommend I use over the counter  cold remedies except to relieve congestion.
Squeezing my shoulder, he hands me  a pamphlet about colds and what to do
about them. The pamphlet probably says  the same thing he just told me. I go out
to the waiting room and Robby stands  up and comes over smiling at me
sweetly. I say, "It's a cold," and he says,  "Okay, good, it's not the flu. I'm
taking you home and putting you to bed." I  go, "Okay, Robby." Yeah, being
taken care of rocks and Robby's doing a great  job of it. In the pickup he
says, "You need to stay in bed today and tomorrow  so you can get well, but I
also don't want to take the chance you'll infect  the crew and everyone
winds-up catching your cold. How'd ya catch your cold  anyway?" Hmmm, this is not
the time to be stupidly honest, so I don't mention  the sex Ray and I had.
I feel compelled to be partially honest with Robby  though, and especially
because of our new arrangement and all that, so I say,  "Probably from Ray.
I'm pretty sure it was him. I gave in a haircut and he was  sneezing all over
the place." Robby glances at me, "You caught it from him  sneezing, huh?" I
go, "Yeah, he said he was sneezing because of allergies, but  that
obviously wasn't it, he had a cold." Robby says, "Well, you could catch a  cold a
million ways. Just touching the same doorknob someone who's been wiping  their
runny nose touched." I mutter, "Gross." At my condo Robby comes in with
me, explaining, "I want to see that you're comfortable and have what you need
close by." I nod my head, putting myself in Robby's hands. We go into my
bedroom and he tells me, "Get undressed and put on pajamas, Dylan, so you'll
be warm. When I had a cold last winter I got the chills." I nod my head and
do  what he said, but when I'm naked, he grins at me, "Give me a hug you
gorgeous  boyfriend." We hug as Robby squeezes my butt cheeks, then says in my
ear, "I'd  like to fuck you right here," and I say, "I'd love that Robby."
He chuckles,  "That doesn't seen like an extremely responsible thing for me
to do at the  moment, so I'll pass for now. Get your pajamas on." My cock
buzzes pleasantly  again. Boy, if Robby's going to maintain this level of
bossiness the next two  years I'm going to have one hell of a lot of boners.


After my pajamas are on I  climb into bed and Robby pulls the covers up
under my chin, "Just rest and  I'll get some juice and Tylenol for when you
need it later." I realize I'm  feeling a little of that regressed age sensation
I sometimes get when someone  is especially dominant with sex, and we're
not even having sex... it's Robby  who's bringing it on, and that's so cool!
All around my groin there's a  buzzing sensation that feels good. Robby comes
back with a bottle of Tylenol  and a quart of orange juice in a plastic
storage container full of ice. He  puts it on the night stand and brings the
box of tissues from the bathroom to  set next to the Tylenol. Sitting on the
edge of the bed he wipes my forehead  and up into my hair with a damp
washcloth, saying, "I left a note for your mom  telling her you have a cold. I'm
sure she'll make you some chicken soup for  lunch and then I'll be over after
work to see how you're doing. Do not get out  of bed except to use the
toilet, okay?" I definitely feel like a little kid  now as I squeak out, "Yes,
Robby." He mutters, "Good," and kisses my forehead.  "Where's your house key?"
I tell him, "In my shorts at work, but you can use  the spare key I used
when we came in. The one in the fake rock next to the  front step." He rubs my
hair, smiling, "Oh yeah, I'll use that. I forgot  that's how we got in."
He's so sweet and so cute and so competent. I love him  so much." He pats my
cheek, saying, "Get some rest, I need to get to work  now." Another kiss on
my forehead, then I watch him leave feeling so loved and  so in love. I think
about that as I lay here and the next thing I know I wake  up and see it's
eleven-thirty. I've slept for over two hours. I feel hot and  miserable, and
I need to take a piss. After doing that, I chug down orange  juice along
with three Tylenol and crawl back in bed. Then I remember the  doctor said not
to take Tylenol. Too late now and this fucking headache is a  killer so I
hope the pills do something about that. Laying in bed my mind is  all over
Robby and me getting married and him being the head of the household.  If he
says we're having a baby, I'm not going to argue. He's the boss. It's so
cool thinking about all this and before I know it I have a raging boner and I
have this wickedly strong urge to jerk off. Then out of the blue I remember
Bean and Manny are coming for haircuts tonight. Getting my cell phone I
text  them to change it to Wednesday night instead, explaining I'm in bed with
a  cold. Then back in bed, I notice the pillowcase is wet. I must have been
sweating in my sleep. Fuck! I get up and change the pillowcase with my head
 still pounding and my throat so sore it's hard to swallow.


Laying in bed I'm bored and feeling  miserable, but at least the need to
jerk off has faded. It faded when I  stopped thinking about Robby and me in
our married life. Hmmm, let me think  about that some more, but I drift off to
sleep instead. The next think I know  my mom is sitting on the edge of my
bed. My eyes open to see her smiling at  me, saying, "It was so nice of your
boyfriend to take care of you this  morning, honey. Robby's so sweet, he
wrote in his note he'll be over after  work too. You're in good hands with
Robby." For some reason I feel like crying.  Maybe because she said, 'your
boyfriend' which made my dick move. Robby's cute  face pops into my head and I
think of how he took care of me this morning and  that causes a tear to run
down my cheek. I'm too sentimental! Fuck, get a  grip, Dylan! Mom asks, "How
do you feel, Dylan, any better." I shake my head,  "No, I feel worse. My eyes
are watering and I feel hot with a headache and a  sore throat." She nods
her head, "I'm so sorry. Yes, your eyes are a little  bloodshot too. I'll
make you the dry mix chicken soup because there's lots of  broth and those
little noodles won't hurt your throat." I mumble, "Thanks,"  and she goes off to
do that. Sitting up makes me dizzy. After arranging the  pillow against the
headboard behind my back, I drink some more orange juice  making my goddamn
throat hurt. Ten minutes later mom brings the soup, hot and  steamy in a
mug. It feels good on my throat as I drink it. The noodles slide  down my
throat along with the salty broth without needing to be chewed.  They're soft
and skinny half-inch long noodles that are perfect for a sore  throat. After
three mugs of soup, I'm tired again and lay down. Mom clears  away the mug
and puts more ice in the bowl to keep the OJ cold, then says, "I  need to get
ready for work. Can I get you anything else?" I shake my head,  mumbling,
"No thanks, mom." Feeling taken care of I drift off to sleep  wondering. 'How
in the hell am I going to sleep tonight if I sleep all  day?'


Dozing on and off all  afternoon until about four o'clock when I finally
can't sleep anymore.  Thinking about getting out of bed, then I remember Robby
told me to stay in  bed. I like doing what he says, so I turn over and try
getting comfortable. My  mind is on Robby being in charge and that gets me
all squirmy again. I pull on  my dick a little thinking how good it would
feel to jerk off. Bored beyond  tears, I get my cell phone and see a text from
Bean saying tomorrow night  works for him. He also says I shouldn't worry
because he's still going to let  me do it, meaning blow him I assume. Wonder
if he can catch my cold through  his dick. I wish he was here right now
because he has a good cock for sucking.  That gets me horny again. Hmmm, I'm
slightly oversexed, fer sure. My boredom  gets me wondering how Willie's doing,
but because of Robby's new rules I  resist texting him. See, I am trying.
After patting my self on the back for my  restraint, I wonder why the fuck the
New York boys never called or emailed me.  I was sure Billy would have
followed up, not that I'm going to do anything he  wants me to do. Billy was
very hot with his sweet form of dominance, except he  liked strapping me a
little too much. Well, a lot too much actually. He told  me right out he gets a
hard-on from strapping me and he really laid into  flailing that strap too.
Then there's all that bullshit about getting my penis  pierced. That's not
happening, but I wish I had the opportunity to turn him  down at least. Yeah,
that would qualify as turning down side sex and I could  report that to
Robby during our Friday meeting that he's going to have each  week. I wonder if
Ryan will be part of the meetings when Robby does the  threesome routine
again? Yeah, Ryan. What the fuck is up with him? Why'd he  change his mind
about us and why does he want to go back to his submissive  roots? A text comes
in just as I'm dozing off again. It's from Sonny. His text  reads, 'You and
me are having a date tomorrow night. My  parents and Devon will be out.
I'll pick you up and bring you back here. I'm  doing everything dominant with
you on our date including tying you to my desk  chair and cutting your hair
really short. Be ready at five-thirty. Your  boyfriend, Sonny.' As I'm
reading the text my mom sticks her head in to  say she's going to work now and she
wants to know if I need anything before  she leaves? I thank her and then
lie to her, "I'm feeling much better after  the soup you made for me, mom."
Big smile from her. Good, I don't want her  worrying about me all night. I
hear the front door close and lock as I pull on  my dick a few times.

Jesus, reading  Sonny's text gave me the hardest boner, so I read it again
stroking my boner  wanting to cum so badly, then think of Robby and let go
of my dick. Dammit!  That damn Sonny pushes all my buttons just right. He
just turned eighteen and  yet he dominates the shit out of me. He's so fucking
hot with it too! Oh man,  I really want to go on that date with him except I
don't have much hair for  him to cut anyway. Willie took care of that.
Willie's another one that was  dominant on our last date, but in a good way this
time. Not like he used to  be. I stroke my cock again thinking about boys,
guys, young men... whatever  you want to call 'em. Ooh, I'm close to orgasm
so I stroke faster and then,  arching my back, "Mmmmm, ooh, ooh," I shoot
off on the sheet, "Aah, aah," as I  stroke my cock squeezing tightly. The wet
spot on the sheet soaks through my  pajama leg. Now I'm weak and feeling
like a shit. Why'd I do that? Yet, here I  am stroking my cock again. Stop it!
I take some orange juice and then text  Sonny that I can't do it Wednesday,
I'm in bed sick with the flu. The flu  sounds more serious than having a
cold. He texts right back that Ray's in bed  with something too. He wants to
know if I caught the flu from Ray. Smart  little bastard. I tell him 'yes' Ray
sneezed on me during his haircut  yesterday. Sonny texts back. 'Liar, I'll
bet he fucked you. Thursday night.  Be ready." Huh, I guess I'll need to
break off with Sonny because I  don't think there any way I can resist the
temptation of him asking me out.  Gee, I hate to do it, but I'll just tell him
I'm in a committed relationship  now with my boyfriend. It's serious now. I
need to get my ass back to college  and away from all these tempting options!
Chubby comes in to see me. Oh, so  the work day's over finally. He squeezes
my shoulder, "How ya doing, bro. I  missed you today. You feeling any
better?" I say, "Unfortunately I'm not  feeling better yet." He says, "I'll
cancel my date with MJ tonight and take  care of you. Do you want some of that
boxed chicken soup Campbell's makes? We  always have that when we have a
cold." I mutter, "Mom made me a quart for  lunch. Thanks for offering to take
care of me, but Robby coming over and it's  not a two man job. Go on your
date." He says, "Oh, I wanted to take care of  you." I go, "This is actually
Robby's and my date. We had a date scheduled for  tonight." He nods his head,
muttering, "Okay, but I wish I could take care of  you like we always do for
each other, but a boyfriend pulls rank on me I  guess. I wish I could get you
something."

I'm trying to think of  something Chubby can get for me when Robby comes
in. They exchange greetings  and laugh about something that happened at work
today and then Chubby pats my  head saying goodbye and he hopes I'm feeling
better real soon. To be honest  I'm not sure if I'm glad to see Robby or
Chubby. I mean I  love them, but it might be better to just be left alone. I
feel miserable, and  my voice is very horse, and I feel like I need to be
chatty with them letting  them know how much I appreciate everything. That
requires energy I don't have  at the moment. When Chubby leaves Robby comes over
to kiss the top of my head.  He says, "I brought you some wonton soup from
the China Palace. They make  delicious chicken broth with those small
dumplings you can swallow easily. I  also put four bottles of kiwi/ strawberry
Snapple in the refrigerator for when  you get tired of orange juice. I have a
pint of black raspberry ice cream in  your freezer too, for after your supper
or whenever you feel like having some.  How are you feeling?" I say, "Not
good, Robby. I guess my cold is about the  same as this morning. Um, thanks for
taking care of me, really." He sits on  the bed and runs his fingers back
through my hair, murmuring, "I love taking  care of you. It gives me a great
deal of pleasure. I love being with you." He  leans over and kisses my
forehead, then mumbles, "You've still got a fever.  Where's your thermometer?" I
tell him it's in the bathroom medicine chest. He  gets it and sticks it
under my tongue, then stares at me. "You're so  fantastically good looking,
Dylan, it's like a miracle. I never get tired of  looking at you and it crushes
me that your not feeling well." I try grinning  around the thermometer and
he grins back squeezing my leg, muttering, "I love  you so much it's insane."
Robby waits like forever before he takes the  thermometer out of my mouth
and then holds it up to the light looking at it  for a couple of seconds.
"It's 100 degrees now, it's getting worse. When was  the last time you took
Tylenol?" I say, "Four or five hours ago, but the  doctor said a little fever
is good because it helps prevent infection so I  maybe I shouldn't take any
more." He makes a face, "Really? That sounds  contradictory, but okay, I
guess. Do you want your soup now? I'll feed it to  you." Normally that's not
happening, but I feel so shitty it sounds like a  good idea to me in my present
condition. I mutter, "Yeah, thanks." he goes,  "I'm gonna heat it up in the
microwave first."


As he's doing that I struggle sitting up  with the pillow behind me again.
Sitting up makes me cough, then I have to  blow my nose and hack some phlegm
into a tissue. Dropping the used tissue in  the wastebasket under the
nightstand, I'm thinking, 'Jesus! That's gross'.  That's the very worse things
about colds, they're gross. The second worse  thing is you feel miserable.
Guess it's better than being in some life  threatening situation, so I'll
concentrate on that thought. Hmmm, have I been  a whiner with this? I don't think
so. Robby brings a tray in with a bowl of  soup on it. Where the hell did
he come up with that tray, I didn't know we had  one. He makes room on the
nightstand for the big bowl of wonton soup. Where'd  he get a bowl that big. I
ask, "Did you bring the tray and bowl with you?" He  goes, "Bring it with
me? No, they were in the cabinet under your microwave,  why?" I shrug, and
mutter, "I don't know." He says, "It's a pint of soup so I  needed this bigger
bowl." I ask, "Do you think I'm acting whiny because of my  cold?" He makes
a face like that's the craziest thing he's ever heard. "Whiny?  Not at all,
you're like the ideal patient." I'm like, "Oh, good," as he pulls  my desk
chair over next to the bed. He scoops a spoonful of wonton broth from  the
bowl, and with a steady hand lifts it to my mouth. I blow on it and then
take in my mouth and swallow. The hot broth feels good to my sore throat and
it taste good too. For the next ten minutes we don't talk, he spoons the hot
soup into my mouth and I swallow it, spoonful after spoonful and he never
dribbles so much as a drip on the blanket. There's lots of dumplings and
they're delicious requiring hardly any chewing, but I chew them anyway to
extract the flavor. I didn't realize I was hungry, but it turns out I am.
Robby scraps the bowl for one last spoonful, saying, "I knew I should have
asked for a quart, dammit! I can go get another pint if you'll eat it." I  shake
my head asking for a bottle of Snapple instead.


Robby takes the bowl and tray away and brings the Snapple opening it  for
me before handing it to me. As I sip repeatedly from the bottle, drinking
the whole thing, Robby's on the edge of my bed rubbing my leg and telling me
everything that happened at work today. He adds, "Every single guy on the
crew  mentioned more than once during the day that it just isn't the same
without  your smiling face there with us." I rub under my nose with my
forefinger and  then smell the back of my hand wondering if that's true or an
exaggeration. If  I ask about it it'll seem like I want to hear more complimentary
stuff like  that. Sniffing my running nose for about the tenth time this
minute gets Robby  ripping a tissue from the box and handing it to me. Guess
that can get to be  annoying, the constant sniffing of a running nose. I ask,
"Is it okay if I  have some ice cream now?" and my dick quivers because I
asked Robby's  permission basically. Robby smiles, "Sure, I'll get it for you.
I remembered  you said you liked Richardson's black raspberry ice cream
that time you tried  it." I say, "I like it best with some coffee ice cream to
go with it." He  says, "I'll get some for you tomorrow," as he's leaving
with the empty Snapple  bottle. I've got to take a wicked piss now. Feeling
dizzy, I get out of bed  and stagger a little walking into the bathroom. After
a rather long pee I get  back in bed mad at myself for not taking the
opportunity to wash my hands and  face. Too lazy to get out of bed again, I decide
I'll do the wash up next  time.


Robby come back with a big dish of ice cream and feeds it to me like he
did the soup. He's telling me, "After this I'm going to give you a bath and
while you soak in the warm water relaxing I'll change your linens. If you're
anything like me you get the sweats while you sleep from the fever and from
 being bundled up in the covers." I nod my head sucking down the ice cream
that's soothing my throat. When done the bowl of ice cream Robby rustles in
 his pocket, saying, "Oh, I also got you a box of Cepastat throat lozenges
for  your sore throat. They were recommended by the pharmacist because they
contain  both phenol and menthol." I nod my head and mutter, "Thank you,
Robby. Um, I  don't feel comfortable with you giving me a bath." He goes,
"Don't argue with  me, please. I'll run the bath now, then help you get in the
tub." I mumble, "I  can get in the tub myself," but he's in the bathroom
turning on the water. My  freakin' headache! Robby comes back and pulls back the
covers. I glance at the  dried cum stain on the sheet and my pajama leg, and
say, "Help me up, Robby,"  so he won't notice where I was looking. He gets
a hand under each of my arms  and lifts me up and I slide out of bed into
his arms for a hug and a kiss on  the side of my head. It feels good being
hugged so I lay against him and  inhale Robby's sexy scent snuggling into his
body. In the bathroom I stand  there while he unbuttons my pajama top and
takes it off me, then pulls down  the bottoms, muttering, "Step out of these,
Dylan." He helps me get into the  tub that I could easily have done on my
own, but it's nice being babied  too.


The water is really hot, but it feels good. I say, "This was a good  idea,
Robby, it feels good." He says, "I'm glad. Okay, just soak there while I
change your sheets." I slide down so just my head and knees are out of the
water. Oh man, this is nice. I can't remember the last time I took a bath in
this tub. Willie and I took a bath together in Key West, which was the last
bath I think I've had. Everything from A to Z happened during that Key West
 trip. I almost doze off in the hot water before Robby comes back. He
kneels  next to the tub, and tells me, "Dunk your head under water, baby, and
I'll  shampoo your hair." I do that with my eyes closed and then bob back up
feeling  dizzy all over again. He mutters, "Good," as he pours on shampoo and
uses both  hands to massage it into my hair all over my head. This feels
good too. Maybe  I need to catch more colds. We don't talk and we're getting to
be like Chubby  and me in that regard. Robby and me can go quite awhile
without talking and  feel very comfortable doing it. Silence is awkward with
most people when it's  just the two of you. After awhile, Robby says, "Sit up,
Dylan, and bend  forward so your head's under water and I'll rinse out the
shampoo." I do that  and he rubs my head under water for fifteen seconds
while I hold my breath. I  come up coughing with my nose running. Robby holds
his handkerchief to my nose  and says, "Give me a good blow, Dylan." When I
blow my nose the memory of Ryan  doing this same handkerchief and nose
blowing thing. It was after he spanked  me so hard I was crying. He'd hold me in
his arms rocking me, then wipe my  eyes and hold his handkerchief just like
Robby's doing, telling me to blow my  nose. I felt like I was ten years old
some of those times. The major  difference between Robby's handkerchief and
Ryan's is that Robby's is clean  and Ryan's was used. My cock stiffens up
thinking about those days of being  submissive to little Ryan with his little
round eyeglasses that he was always  pushing up his little ski nose.
Everything about Ryan was little except his  big penis, that wasn't little and boy
could he fuck me with it. Yeah, Ryan  Wilcocks, huh.


Robby says, "I better take my shirt off if I want to keep it dry." He
pulls it over his head and I stare at his torso. He has like the perfect body,
him and Dodger both. Wow, are they put together good. Well, except for their
 four inch dicks. After thinking that, Robby's cock is still my favorite
cock  of all and so what if it's four inches. It feel fantastic in my mouth or
up my  rear end. He's leaning over the tub washing my body with a bath
sponge and  lots of bath gel. We're not talking now either so the dripping water
is the  only sound we hear and it gets hypnotic. Washing my back Robby has
one arm  around my neck holding the side of my face against his taut chest
and it's  become very sexy. This really rocks and it's making me feel better.
My body's  limp as Robby moves my arms and legs where he wants them. He
leans me forward  and backward and finally says, "Stand up now and I'll wash
your ass and  privates. I stand with water dripping off me and Robby washes my
ass and then  my cock and balls. He says, "Ya know what? I'm going to shave
your pubic  stubble, and you can do mine when you're feeling better." He
doesn't ask me,  he tells me. Damn, I love that, so I say, "Yes, Robby, the
razor and all that  stuff is under the sink in the half bath downstairs." He
goes, "Right, you sit  back in the warm water while I'll get the stuff." I
sit down and he grins at  me, then hugs my head again, saying, "I love taking
care of you." I mumble,  "Thank you, Robby," then when he leaves I have to
grin to myself feeling  really good about this. It's so nice being loved like
Robby loves me. What an  awesome feeling.


He comes back bringing the hose with the shower head on it I use for
shampooing the guys' hair. He goes, "I'll use this to give you the final  rinse.
There's a lot of suds in the bath by now." I nod my head, and then  stand up
again with lots of water dripping off my clean body. Robby lathers on  the
thick shaving cream and then holds my cock in his left hand as he shaves  my
groin with his right, moving my firming up cock as needed to keep it out of
 the way of the razor. It doesn't take long and when he's finished he's
holding  what amounts to a boner in his left hand. Switching hands he looks at
me and  begins stroking my cock as he says, "Full service nursing, that's
how I roll."  I go, "Sweet!" It feels good with his slippery hand spreading
the remnants of  shaving cream up and back on my boner. I'm soon sucking my
lips grunting  quietly as I feel my orgasm building. "Um, um," from me as I
stare at the face  I love. Robby and I look into each other's eyes as he
strokes my hard cock,  and I'm like, "Ah, ah, Robby, ooh, ooh, um, um, um," then
my eyes close  tightly as my back arches and my hips hump with a long string
of cum shooting  past Robby. He's turned his body sideways so my cum shoots
past him while he  milks my nuts dry. Oh man, I saw stars for a second
there, I mutter, "Oh, mmm,  I gotta sit down, damn, that was hot, Robby. Oh
fuck." He lets go, murmuring,  "Good orgasm, dude," as I plop down in the water
feeling like I'm  floating.


Pulling the plug to let the bath water drain, Robby says, "I'll clean  up
your little accident here on the bathroom floor. Holy shit, you made it to
the mirror over the sink... heh heh, that was cool." I'm blinking my eyes as
the last of my climax sensation drifts away. Oh fuck, my headache's back. I
 say, "Robby, I need some Tylenol for my headache." He goes, "Good, the
hell  with maintaining a fever like the doctor said, I think you're better off
taking the Tylenol. I'm going to take your temperature again when you're
back  in bed. When the tub's drained Robby uses the hose attached to the
spigot to  rinse me off from head to foot and then, out of the tub, he dries me
and helps  me get into clean pajamas. Back in bed I feel clean and
temporarily relieved  of sexual needs. Clean crisp linens on the bed is always nice.
Robby takes my  temperature. He mutters, "It's still 100 degrees." Then he
asks, "Do you want  to get some sleep now?" I go, "No, stay with me, Robby."
He says, "Sure," and  sits on the edge of the bed and we talk for an hour
about our future. Robby  again goes over the things he and I agreed on two
nights ago. Our new  arrangement: Robby's in charge... we'll be getting married
after our junior  year... I'll become Dylan Dickers at the wedding... after
college I'll work  until the baby comes, but not directly under Robby...
I'll be a stay at home  dad taking care of the baby... I need to be a
cooperative partner keeping a  positive attitude... I'll begin now to conscientiously
work my way out of side  sex... we'll have a meeting each Friday to discuss
anything that comes up the  previous week and I'll let Robby know how many
times I was able to turn down  side sex... in other words, everything we
discussed the other night. Tonight  Robby's firm that they'll be no nanny and
that we'll begin the process of  having our baby with a surrogate mother
right after college. Everything sounds  perfectly doable when Robby describes
it. I just hope it's doable in  actuality. I mean I'm agreeable to it all when
I'm with Robby, especially  after the loving care he gave me tonight when
I'm sick, but it's a week from  now that I worry about. I want to highlight
something, so I say, "Remember,  Robby, you said you're not expecting
miracles as far as the side sex goes,  right?" He says, "Oh yeah, don't worry about
accomplishing that overnight. I  mean, it took me all summer and I'm still
not totally out of the woods. I  realize we're highly sexual guys, but our
goal is to satisfy each other  sexually so we don't need side sex." He grins,
then adds, "We'll work overtime  on that back at Merrimack, won't we?" I
go, "Oh yeah, Robby, it'll be  awesome." He says, "And your twin might even
help you and me grow even closer  like happened last spring."


Man, I don't really think that's gonna happen because I feel we've  already
got as much out of that threesome as there is to get, but I'll trust  Robby
and we'll see how it goes. Of course it's possible my opinion in that
regard might be influenced by the fact Ryan's lost interest in me. He  evidently
prefers being the submissive side sex partner for Robby again. Robby  says
it'll be the only side sex he'll have. I haven't made that commitment
myself though. Well hell, Ryan and I probably won't even have sex if what he
tells Robby is true. When we're done discussing our lives going forward, Robby
and I play computer games for almost two hours until he says, "I want you
to  get some sleep now, Dylan. Stay in bed tomorrow too. Chubby will check in
on  you in the morning, your mom will be here for lunch and I'll be over
right  after work. Okay?" I nod my head, saying, "Thanks, Robby, but if I feel
better  tomorrow can I go to work?" He says, "No, stay in bed." He pulls
the covers  up, kisses my forehead and says, "I love you. Get a good nights
sleep." He  turns out the light and he's gone. Surprisingly I do get a good
night sleep  except for waking up with a coughing fit once, and another time I
needed to  get up to pee, then another time I woke up unable to breath
through my nose.  Other than that, I slept right through. Robby's probably
right, I need another  day in bed.


to be continued...    Donny Mumford    _thinat20@yahoo.com_
(mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com)

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