Date: Wed, 17 Feb 2016 21:18:24 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME  Chapter  12

DYLAN'S  VACATION BACK HOME



Chapter  12


by  Donny Mumford




When done complimenting one another for being awesome sex  buddies, Seth
and I talk about what's been happening in our lives since last  summer.
Nothing negative though, we keep the conversation light by concentrating  on goofy
things that happened to us for laughs. We're very relaxed with each  other,
having a nice time. Then, like a whirlwind, Chubby's back from the  dentist
and out on the balcony with us, exclaiming, "My teeth are so awesomely
clean I almost don't want to eat my Moo Goo Gai Pan and get my teeth fucked-up
again." He holds up a brown bag full of those little white boxes with metal
 handles that Chinese take-out comes in. His other hand holds a six pack of
 Amstel beer. I grin, saying, "Let me see your clean teeth, Chub!" He does
a  Cheshire cat smile showing me his clean super-white teeth. I go,
"Niiiice!" He  actually had awesomely white teeth before going to the dentist. His
teeth are  the perfect size for his mouth too. Some people have teeth that
are too big for  their mouth, like horse teeth, while others are cursed with
little teeth so that  too much gum shows when they smile. It's a shame
really, but we're all at the  mercy of our maternal parents' gene pool. A roll of
the dice of  life.


Seth mumbles, "I haven't been to the dentist since my old man  threw me out
of the house. How much does it cost to get your teeth cleaned  nowadays?"
Chubby sets the bag of take-out and the six pack on the little  outdoors
table, saying, "My dentist charges $125.00 for a cleaning and X-rays.  It's a
rip-off obviously, and the dentist barely has anything to do with it. He
comes in at the end and looks at my teeth for ten seconds, then pats me on the
shoulder and that's it. The actual cleaning is done by the sadistic
hygienist  using very sharp instruments to pick away at imaginary tarter, and then
she uses  a devilishly dangerous professional Waterpik that shoots out a
stream of water  thin and hard enough to cut through your gums if she's
careless, or if you  happen to catch her on a day she has a hair up her ass about
something. You  really hope to catch her on a good day, like maybe she got
laid the night  before." Seth mutters, "I'm sorry I can't experience that."
Chubby's like,  "Yeah, it's not for the faint of heart, that's for sure. Of
course, as a college  student I'm still on my mom's health plan, so the
cleaning's basically free as  far as I'm concerned. I go every six months, and
look." He takes a clear plastic  Ziplock bag from his pocket. It contains a
toothbrush, a tiny tube of  toothpaste, and a small container of floss, plus a
reminder card for his next  appointment." Pretending he's thrilled, Chubby
says, "The hygienist gives each  of her victims one of these goody bags as a
present!"


Chuckling, we each grab a cold beer from the six pack as I  ask, "Is this
from your mom's beer stash?" Chubby lets some beer roll down his  throat,
then burps on purpose, and says, "Yep, directly from mom's refrigerator,  where
else, bro?" I chuckle again because somehow, using facial expressions and
voice inflections, Chubby can make anything he says seem funny. Frowning
now,  and using a voice like he's serious, Chubby says to me, "And, oh yeah,
mom put  your latest IOU in the box with the other eighty-seven IOU's of
your's and she  wants her fucking money!" Pretending to be pissed-off, I shout,
"Goddammit, I'm  good for every single one of those fuckin' IOU's and you
know it!" He laughs,  rubbing my head, mumbling, "Love you, bro." Seth
hesitantly chuckles along with  us, not sure if we're serious or not.


We go inside to the kitchen with Chubby carry the bag of  take-out food.
Seth changes the subject, saying, "Can you believe I'll be  twenty-one in five
weeks? I sure can't."  Then he adds, "I'm finally ready  to explode onto
the gay bar scene." I say, "I'm not sure how much  'exploding' you're going to
be doing. A beer in a bar cost about what a six pack  cost from a package
store." Seth smiles, "Well, see right there, you guys are  older than me so
you've got more wisdom." Chubby says, "Very wise of you to  recognize that
fact, Seth."  Chubby and I will be twenty-one a mere three  weeks before Seth.
Chubby's fixated on the take-out food. He's taking the little  white boxes
from the bag, opening each one and announcing the contents.  "Here we have
Egg Drop Soup," and he shows the soup to us, then opens  another, "And the
old stand by, Fried Rice," he shows us that, then opens  another box, and
says, "Obviously, these are the infamous Chinese egg rolls with  that dastardly
wicked-hot yellow mustard, or whatever the hell it is." I'm  putting a
serving spoon in each box as Chubby continues dramatically opening  each one. He
goes, "Ah ha! here's the famous, Kung Pao Chicken with chili  peppers," then
another little box gets opened, and, "Oh, yeah, my favorite, Moo  Goo Gai
Pan." Picking out another box, he goes, "This I'm guessing, from  the weight
of it, is the complimentary white rice that no one eats," and it  is, as he
shows the sticky rice to us. Seth and me exchange eye rolls, then  the last
one,  "And finally we have here some Sweet and Sour Pork." I go,  "What, no
barbecue ribs?" Chub says, "Um this Chinese restaurants does lousy  ribs,
bro." I grin going, "Oh." He obviously forgot the ribs, I know he loves  them.


We get dishes and start making our plates with Seth thanking  us every ten
seconds for inviting him. While eating and drinking we discuss the  merits
of the various Chinese foods until Chubby goes, "Oh no! My teeth are all
fucked up again," and he does that big smile purposely leaving fried rice on
his  front teeth. I mutter, "Gross, bro," as Seth chuckles. Slurping some Egg
Drop  Soup, Chubby looks at Seth, saying, "I like that haircut, Seth. It's
very neat.  What's it called, Dylan?" I swallow some fried rice, "It's my
special preppy  haircut reserved for individuals who can pull off the preppy
look." Chubby goes,  "I can pull off that look. That'll be my next haircut,"
and I laugh, "You'll  need to let your hair grow out on top for like two
months before it'll be long  enough to lay over like Seth's." Chubby frowns,
"That sounds like a lot of  work," and I laugh again, "Letting your hair grow
is work?" After we've eaten  all we can, it's obvious Chubby made the same
mistake everyone makes when buying  Chinese take-out. He bought too much food
for the three of us to finish. We put  the left overs in plastic containers
for the refrigerator. It's a long shot that  we'll ever reheat them though.
Usually what happens is we leave the containers  in the refrigerator for two
weeks or so, until we're sick of looking at them and  then throw everything
out afraid of bacteria.


After cleaning the kitchen we each take one of the three  remaining beers
and drink it on the balcony smoking a cigarette. My cell phone  rings, and I
mumble, "I'll bet that's my boyfriend." The caller ID confirms that  it is
and Robby tells me he'll be right over. While we're waiting for Robby we  try
deciding what we feel like doing. It's Wednesday night, so we have work
tomorrow and therefore don't want to be out ridiculously late. Seth says,
"Lets  go bowling. I haven't done that in months. Bowling's always good for a
couple of  laughs." Chubby suggests we go for some Richardson's ice cream and
screw around  at the sports complex doing miniature golf, or hit some
baseballs in the  automated batting cages. I'm leaning towards doing that so I can
impress the  guys at the driving range. Then the doorbell chimes. "That's
probably Rob," and  it is.


When I open the door Robby gives me a big smile followed by a  kiss, then
puts his arm across my shoulders as we walk out on the balcony.  Chubby and
Seth say, "Hey, boss," and bump fists with Robby. He keeps his arm  across my
shoulders making me feel funny. It's like I belong to Robby, and that
thought makes my dick do a summersault in my boxer shorts. I can't remember
feeling this exact sensation before. I put my arm around the back of his waist
and hug him. It makes him look at me and grin. Chubby says, "Please, boys!
Not  out here on the balcony," and Seth's chuckling, saying, "Get a room!"
but I'll  bet both of them wish they had what Robby and I have. I whisper to
Robby, "Our  friends can all make fun of us, but we'll just laugh and say,
none of them have  ever felt this way." Robby grins and says, "You stole that
from that old song,  'Hey There Delilah'." I mumble, "Oh, is that where I
heard it.?"


Considering his baseball background, it's no surprise Robby  votes for
Richardson's. He wants to show off in the batting cage. We all get in  the Jeep
with Chubby driving, Robby and me in the back seat, Seth in the shotgun
seat. During the ride I slide my hand over to touch Robby's hand and he grins
at  me taking my hand to hold. Holding hands is another underrated intimate
thing to  do with a lover. I get a little closer to Robby and he squeezes my
hand leaning  his head over to whisper in my ear, "If we keep this
affectionate behavior up  we're going to make everyone nauseous." I grin, saying,
"Yeah, the guys will  probably start mocking us behind our backs too." We both
shrug, muttering, "Fuck  'em." We know we're overdoing the lovey/dovey
stuff, but we're stuck in a groove  and it probably has something to do with our
separation the first seven weeks of  the summer. We really should put  a lid
on it though, or a least lighten-up on some of our gooey lovers'
demonstrations of affection.


When with our friends we know  better than to do baby talk with each other,
or feed each other with our  fingers, or call each other sappy-sweet
nicknames like sweetie-pie, or walk with  a hand in each other's back pocket,
which screams 'high school assholes', or say  'I love you' it the guys can hear
us. That's likely to make the guys squeamish,  or worse, and obviously we do
not make-out in front of friends. A quick kiss  'hello' is fine, but that's
as far as that should go. We know the 'guy rules',  and we really need to
be better at following them. Holding hands in the back  seat where no one can
see us skirts the rules, but it's still barely acceptable.  An arm across a
guy's shoulders has always been acceptable too. I mean, straight  guys do
it all the time. In sporting situations patting a guy's ass is totally  okay
as well, but Robby patting my ass when we're in line for the movies, for
example, is a huge mistake and Robby wouldn't do it unless it could be done
surreptitiously.


As we're walking from the car to Richardson's I get this sick  feeling in
the pit of my stomach expecting Ray to be here. He hangs out here a  lot and
I do not want a confrontation with him because he's a loose cannon  capable
of saying or doing almost anything. I believe his last words to me were,
'Fuck you, Newman,' as he was leaving after I was nice enough to give in a
free  haircut. Walking inside Richardson's there's the usual hubbub of young
adults  and teenagers, all mostly sober, but loud and high on sugar intake. I
scan the  tables without seeing Ray. So that's good! Of course he could be
doing miniature  golf, or at the driving range, or in one of the batting
cages. He's a  pretty good athlete. I wouldn't care if Ray was here if Robby
wasn't with me.  Ray could say something that might cause Robby to go nuclear
and hurt him, and  that wouldn't be a good thing.


Robby goes over to say 'Hi' to one of his old high school  teammate just as
someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around to see Devon,  who has a
fresh haircut. Not one of mine though. Damn! He's moved on I guess.  Devon's
holding hands with Annie Smith, who appears perky as ever. She  gives my cheek
a kiss as Devon and I bump fist, saying, "Hey, how ya been?" No  posse boy
greeting, but Devon seems genuinely glad to see me. We make eye  contact for
a second, perhaps both remembering our intimate experience last  summer.
He's attractive, or at least Annie and I think so. We talk for a  minute
exchanging college experiences, then Chubby calls over to tell me they're  going
to the batting cages. Devon and Annie walk with me and Robby catches  up
with us at the side door. He bump fists with Devon. They know each other from
last summer's baseball games that Robby starred in. At the batting cages we
watch Chubby feeding tokens into one of the machine; it's the semi-fast
pitch  cage. The hard balls come out fast and they're right on you quicker than
you  expect. Chubby has one of the smaller aluminum bat and we watch as he
swings and  misses at the first pitched ball, then hits the next one
creating the 'Ping!'  sound as the bat making good contact with the hard ball. You
get nine balls for  four tokens that cost a dollar, so Richardson's isn't
losing any money on this  operation. There are six cages and they're all
filled with guys who think  they're good hitters, and some of them are, like
Robby.


I look over at Robby who's in the fast-pitch cage. He has  his chosen
aluminum bat waiting for the first pitch from the pitching machine.  Then, when
the pitches come flying out one after another, it's "PING!'' "PING!"  "PING!"
with Robby making it look easy. It's not easy though as Devon finds out
when he gets in there and it's swing and miss, swing and miss. Annie and I
exchange grins and she wraps an arm around mine standing  close, saying, "We
all miss seeing you this summer, Dylan." Sweet!  Devon hits only three out of
nine and comes out of the cage laughing at  himself, saying, "Um, maybe the
slow-pitch cage for me, huh Annie?" Seth and I  try the semi-fast cage with
about the same results Devon had. We take a turn at  the slow pitch cage
and at least don't humiliate ourselves. The slow pitches are  not actually
slow at all, just slower than the medium or fast pitched balls.  Seth says, "A
piece of cake," after making contact with most of the so-called  slow
pitched balls. We watch Robby show off in the curve ball cage where he has  two
swings and misses, hearing boos from us, but he mostly hit the shit out of
the other seven balls pitched to him.


We all waste three or four dollars swinging at the various  pitched balls
before Chubby says, "Time for some ice cream treats." Devon and  Annie go off
to play miniature golf while the four of us go inside. I'm trying  to talk
Robby into hitting a basket of golf balls with me on the driving range.  I'd
like to show off a little myself. Inside I see Sonny and Bean just coming
through the door. I stop for a second expecting to see Ray, but instead
Jameson  and Maryanne, Ray's ex-girlfriend, follow Sonny and Bean through the
front  entrance. Robby gets in line for ice cream as I go over to say hello to
the new  arrivals. It's a fist bump between Jameson and me, then Bean and I
do the posse  boy greeting. Maryanne says, "Hi, Dylan,' and gives me a hug.
Neither of us  mentions being Ray's boyfriend and girlfriend last summer.
Embarrassing for me  and I think for her too. Jameson tells me he'd like to
come over for a haircut,  so alright!  He definitely needs one, but he says,
"Promise me you won't  give me a haircut like Sonny's and Bean's." Bean
says, "Ray got one like this  too, just last night. Didn't he Dylan?" I shrug,
not wanting to go there, then I  say, "You've got my text number, right
Jameson?" He goes, "Yeah, but it'll  probably be next week. I'm working nights
the rest of the week." I'm like,  "Great seeing you guys, I'll catch up with
you guys latter."


Going over to Rob who's in line and without butting in, I tell  him, "Would
you get me a root beer float and he nods his head. I join Chubby and  Seth
at a table for four. They both have ice cream cones. I mumble, "It's like
homecoming week here tonight." Chubby holds his cone over, asking, "Ya want a
 lick, Dylan? It's black raspberry." I lean over and bite some off the ball
of  ice cream, then go, "Yum! Thanks, Chub." Robby joins us carrying a root
beer  float for me and a chocolate milkshake for himself. We end up sharing
 everything, passing our stuff around the table. Later we have cigarettes
outside  and then we all buy a small bucket of golf balls for the driving
range. We  get four driving range stalls, one after the other, and start
hacking away. It's  not until I've hit a dozen really good drives that Robby
notices that my drives  are different from his, Seth's, or Chubby's. Those guys
are hitting grounders or  line drives about a hundred yards out, or swinging
and missing completely. It's  amazing what golf lessons from a pro, like I
had in Georgia, can do for a  person's golf swing. Ryan and I hit at least a
thousand golf balls with the  driver, and another three hundred or so with
irons. Robby stops hitting golf  balls from his bucket and watches me hit
some from my bucket. He goes, "Wow,  nice drive, Dylan! I forgot you were
taking golf lesson." Chubby and Seth stop  to watch me drive a few balls too.
"Holy shit!" goes Chubby, "When you gonna  join the tour, bro?" Naturally my
next drive is a grounder, and I go, "Not soon,  Chub, now that you've jinxed
me."


I give the guys a few of the pointers the pro gave Ryan and  me, but it
doesn't do anything to improve the drives of my companions. Chubby  complains,
"It's uncomfortable holding the club like you told me to, bro." Him  and
Robby hold the driver like they hold a baseball bat. All I know is it feels
good when the club connect with that little golf ball just right and you hear
the 'click' and then watch it fly out there two hundred and twenty-five
yards or  more. Anyway, I get some, 'Ooohs" and "Ahhhs" from my buddies
watching my drives  soar out there, making me feel really good. It's past ten
o'clock when we finish  with the driving range and Robby gives me a little head
nod meaning, lets go. We  want to have time for just the two of us, in my bed
preferably. Then I remember  I didn't change the sheets after Seth and I
spilled some cum on them, plus I  never took our work clothes out of the
washing machine for the dryer. Fuck! Sex  can make you forget stuff.

We drive home sitting in the same seats we were in when we  drove here. At
the curb below our condos, Chubby parks next to Seth's shit box  Chevy,
saying, "I still need to make our lunch, Dylan. And then next week, bro,  it'll
be your job." Seth gives Chubby a fist bump, saying, "It's been a fun
night, guys," then he and I do a quick hug before he gets in his car and pulls
away with me giving him a little wave just as his junker back-fires. A grin
from  me and I get Seth's pretty smile in return. The three of us go up the
steps to  my condo where Chubby and I hug, then he continues up to his place.
Robby and I  go inside, and I'm like, "Just a second, Rob," then run down
stairs to put the  washed clothes in the dryer. Back upstairs we exchange
grins without saying  anything, which is a little strange. He takes my hand and
I follow him down the  short hall to my bedroom. Still holding my hand,
Robby closes the door and  pushes in the locking button on the doorknob.
There's a kind of subtle authority  coming from Robby that I've been noticing off
and on for months now. I'm feeling  it right now, reveling in it actually as
I wait to see what Robby wants to do  next. It's different from Ryan's
in-charge demeanor. Ryan being in-charge is  more obvious, and in years gone by
Willie being in-charge was a sledgehammer  approach compared to Robby's or
Ryan's. Most of the time I don't believe Robby  even realizes he's being our
leader. The fact that he is has evolved slowly over  the years we've been
lovers. I planted the seed for this very slow developing  sense that Robby's
in-charge, and he's finally become comfortable as the  dominant one in our
relationship. Like I said, I noticed it beginning to  show last year mostly,
but it's been more evident since I returned from  Georgia. It's like he told
himself, or subconsciously decided, to finally walk  through the door I
opened for him a long time ago and take a noticeable  leadership position for
us. It's a very nice turn of events and I can't begin to  describe how good it
makes me feel.


Robby turns to me looking serious, murmuring, "You're so  special in so
many different ways, Dylan. I love you so much it's, um, it's  probably
ridiculous, but I don't care." I grin as he puts a hand on each of my  cheeks and
kisses me on the mouth. My hands go lightly around his waist, his  hands
slide down cupping my jaw on both sides as he closes his eyes and lightly  rubs
his forehead against mine, then his nose against mine followed by another
kiss, a wet one on my lips. This feels strangely new as I lean against him
hardly kissing back at all. He rubs his cheek on mine, then the side of his
nose  presses against the side of my head, his lips brushing my ear as he
murmurs, "I  love the way you always smell so sweetly sexy." His hands caresses
the back of  my head, fingers rubbing my hair upwards as he sighs, then
does a long kiss on  the side of my forehead. I feel adored and loved in a
special way. My stomach  and groin feel funny as I surprise myself by quietly
gasping, not realizing I  was holding my breath. Robby says, "Kiss me back,
baby," and his lips are on  mine again, his sexy lips. Our tongues slide
together as I kiss him with all my  might trying to demonstrate how much I love
him and need him in my  life.


Our arms go around each other hugging tightly while we kiss a  lover's
kiss, our heads moving as quiet moans of desire escape our throats. My  cock is
hard against his fatter hard cock as we do gentle humping, then another
surprise gasp from me as I'm squirming against him. I barely hear myself say,
"Fuck me, Robby." He lets go of me and pulls his shorts down past his
buttocks  with me automatically dropping to my knees, dragging my hands down his
body,  then wrap my arms around his butt cheeks as I tongue his hard cock
into my  mouth, and go, "Mmmmm." I lick precum off the head while trying to
remember if  I've ever been in a dreamy submissive mood like the one that's
sliding over me  right now. Robby's scent and the taste of his cock are so
familiar yet every  time it's like there's something new too.


Moving my head forward until my nose bends a little sideways  against his
shaved belly as his cock head gets pushed past the gag reflex area  in my
throat. My tongue's licking the shaft of Robby's hard penis make him shake  a
little, shuffling his feet, moaning, "Ooh, ooh, ummmm." Thirty seconds later
he steps back pulling his boner from my mouth, it's so hard it sticks
straight  out, unmoving. In a crouch, I pull my pants down to my knees and get on
all  fours looking back at Robby. My shorts are keeping my knees close
together so  when Robby pushes the head of his cock against my asshole it's
tighter than  usual. He applies more pressure, then a little more before the fat
cock head  slides tightly in past my sphincter muscle with the lips of my
asshole hugging  snuggly around the neck of his boner just below the swollen
head. My back's  arching as my head goes back with me grunting, "Ahhh, ow,
oooh." Robby's  breathing raggedly, then leans over my back to kiss the top
of my head while  pushing his cock tightly up my ass; moans from both of us,
"Ooooh, oooh,  ummm."


Cupping my shoulders with both hands he pulls me back even  tighter against
his groin, then swivels his hips a little quietly moaning,  "Mmmmm," then
murmuring even quieter, like he's telling himself, "Oooh, this  feels good."
Still leaning over my back he moves a hand to cup under my chin  pulling my
head back so he can rub his cheek against mine before kissing me and
murmuring, "I'm really, really, horny, Dylan. I need to fuck you really hard to
get myself off quickly and then we'll see what we wanna do next. Okay, babe?"
 I'm in a delicious trance, only able to nod my head. He starts right in
fast and  hard as the loud slapping sounds of his groin connecting with my
butt cheeks  begin. My anus is soon roaring with sexual pleasure sensations
with Robby moving  his fat boner back and forth over the dense cluster of nerve
endings around my  anus. The heightened sensitivity, the stimulation from
his ever moving hard  organ brings on sexual arousal and pleasure in
overwhelming waves. Indescribable  pleasure from my incredibly sensitive prostate
gland and it's a Disney World of  sexual pleasure that only anal intercourse
with Robby can create in me. I've no  way of knowing if my anus and prostate
are freaks of nature by being abnormally  sensitive, and I don't especially
care. All I know is Robby's hard fat fast  moving boner has me wreathing in
sexual pleasure, moaning at every thrust and  every withdrawal.


My rectum is an erogenous zone with every nerve ending  appearing to be at
peak performance turning me into a squirming, moaning  sex-addicted
submissive deliriously loving ever second of Robby's cock slamming  up my ass. On my
hands and knees with Robby holding onto my hips now my body  rocks forward
as he thrust with a "Slap!" sound colliding with my ass cheeks  rocking my
body forward, then immediately pulling his hard shaft back followed  by a
quick thrusts that slams up my ass a nanosecond later, and on and on goes  the
pleasure train, "Slap, slap, slap." Robby's grunting and moaning along with
me as my muscles begin tightening, lighting flashing in my head. "Slap,
slap,  slap," and "Umm, umm, umm," from Robby until I squeal humping my hips
splattering the hardwood floor with creamy cum shooting straight down, then
again with my head dropping between my arms as I absorb the thrill of climax
 with Robby now humping against my buttocks filling me up with his semen.
Dizzy  and delighted I sigh at the last zinging pings of climax that too
quickly begin  fading away. A few more thrust by Robby. then he backs away from
me pulling his  cock from my ass, gasping and breathing noisily.


I'm getting up on my feet with Robby helping, "Sorry about  that, Dylan,
but after our sexy weekend and then going two days without being  with you I
felt insanely horny for you." His cum is running down the back of my  legs
but I don't mind. I say, "You and me, Robby. It'll always be you and me."  He
nods giving my shoulders a hug, then he mumbles, "Let me help clean you up."
 As we go into the bathroom I know I should probably have said I was horny
as  hell too because I was without Robby's sex for two days, as he was
without me. I  always hunger for his sex, but it's be disingenuous to infer I've
had no sex the  past two days. That would be an outright lie and I won't do
that. I saw the  flicker in his eyes when I didn't immediately commiserate
with him about me  being really horny too. It makes me feel unworthy of him,
but at least I'm being  honest. I sometimes wish I didn't have such a strong
appreciation for sexual  diversity. Now that I think about it, Georgia was
good for me in that regard. In  all the time I was there I only had sex the
one time with Jeff Morgan, and twice  with Bradford Blake. And that was
during the first four or five days I was in  Marietta, and then nothing with
either of them after that. The only other sex I  had, besides with Ryan, was
the half dozen times I was with Timmy-two-inch, and  that barely counts. I've
been home five days and experienced side-sex with more  guys than my entire
time in Marietta. The abundance of opportunities at home can  be considered
both a blessing and a curse.


Robby's so considerate cleaning my ass, but even more so for  not
mentioning my probable side-sex. Of course that makes me feel guilty, and as  I said,
unworthy of him. Just the other day I asked Robby if he thought I was
worthy of him and as the words were coming out of my mouth I knew they sounded
like I was fishing for compliments, but I wasn't. I was serious even though
I  knew in my heart he'd say I was more than worthy, which of course he did.
He's  too nice to say otherwise. It's actually me who needs to convince
myself I'm  worthy by my actions, not my good intentions.


Cleaned up now, Robby again takes my hand to lead me back to  my bedroom
where we flop down on top of my bedspread. Robby cuddles and hugs me  while
gentle rubbing his nose and forehead against mine like he did earlier, and
again he makes me feel special. He does soft kisses with little hugs, then
murmurs, "I think the reason I'm so amorous tonight is because I had a dream
about us. I woke up in the middle of the night apprehensive. It was just
last  night that I was strangely sort of scared about something. Then I
remembered the  dream I was having. You and I were in a locker room together with
just our  shorts on. I had the impression we were doing the massaging we used
to do that  first summer we worked together. In the dream, after touching
quite a bit, we  start to do our first kiss, but we never complete it and
that's when I woke up.  Dreams are freaky anyway, but it disturbed me that in
the dream we never  finished our first kiss. We had to have that first kiss
because it led to  everything else for us." I go, "Yeah, but we did have our
first  kiss."


Flopping over on our bellies, Robby's arm goes over my back  pulling me
against him. We're facing each other, our faces close together with  only some
moonlight through the window to see by. He grins, "I know we had our  first
kiss, but what if we didn't. Like maybe the dream's predicting something  we
won't finish in the future." I ask, "Like what?" and he says, "Like
anything  or everything. I want you and me to finish everything, but in the dream
we  didn't. It made me think about what my life would be like without you in
it." I  go, "You don't need to worry yourself about that. I promise." He
nods, "But it's  still a spooky dream." Touching his cheek with my fingers,
rubbing where he has  some short curly whiskers, I ask, "Do you dream of me
often?" He says, "All the  time, but they're mostly day dreams." That's so
fucking sweet! I say, "I love  you," and we do some sweet kisses and talk about
our early days  of being shy with each other. Those memories seem so
innocent to me  now. Sweet and innocent. It's maybe an hour later that  Robby
glides over  top of me and spreads my legs, but this time I go up on my knees. He
does too,  then lays his chest against my back as he again pushes his cock
up my ass for a  slow luscious fuck. Then, with his arms around me and my
head turned we can  kiss as we have sex.




It's beautiful sex and my cock is soon sticking straight out  extremely
hard and barely moving as Robby slowly fucks me and hugs me with our  lips
together kissing through it all. My climax comes on slowly too. It builds  and
builds until I'm moaning into Robby's lips as we kiss. Only his hips move
thrusting his iron boner that never stops steadily moving inside me. Both our
bodies get tight with me whimpering Robby's name and then lightning strikes
 again in my head as Robby moans humping against my ass, his orgasm
creamily  shooting inside me as I squeal with cum streaking out from my throbbing
cock,  then again, and a third time leaving me whimpering with pleasure.
Robby's  holding my trembling body and then the crescendo peaks and it's sighs
and deep  breathing as we slide over to lay together with Robby arms still
around me and  part of his cock still in my ass. A beautiful moment broken
temporarily by a  unwelcome flash of memory. It's Key West when Willie and I
would go to sleep  with his long cock up inside me. Robby's caress banishes
that intruding brain  fart and I nestle in with him a little tighter.


We both fall asleep and don't wake up until dawn. I shake  Robby's shoulder
and he goes, "Huh, wha...?" "Robby it's almost light out." He  sits up, looks
around, then picks up my wrist to check my wristwatch and goes,  "Balls!
It's five o'clock." He's grinning as he jumps out of bed. I get out too
helping him find his clothes. He's dressed in thirty seconds, kisses my lips,
then stops to look me in the eyes, saying, "I loved last night with you." Then
 he runs for the front door with me behind him, saying, "I did too, Rob."
At the  door another kiss and a grin from him, then he's gone. I watch him
skipping  athletically down the steps, he hops into his pickup and zoom...
he's off.  Smiling and feeling wonderful I walk back to my bedroom and climb in
bed, under  the covers this time. As I move off a scratchy cum patch from
when Seth and I  were in bed together, I think how I loved the fact Robby
wasn't the slightest  pissed off about us oversleeping. He had every intention
of sleeping at home  last night, but when I woke him it was like... a grin
from him and, "Oh shit!?  Ha ha." I really like that about him.


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


donnymumford@outlook.com



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Hoping some readers may be interested, there are books of mine  published
and available on Amazon.com. Anyone who has Kindle can download them  for
next to nothing. The books are under ten dollars. They are about a 19 year  old
gay boy (Oliver) who has a far different life than Dylan's. And there is  a
new book, 'Mike, his Bike and Me'. Please at least check them out by
typing my name on Amazon.com. Information about the story in the books can  be
found in some detail there. Thank you.


Donny  Mumford


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