Date: Thu, 7 Jan 2016 13:49:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME Chapter 3

			DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME

				 Chapter 3

			     By  Donny Mumford



An unexpected whirlwind couple of hours with Sonny and it's like? here we
go again! Good to be home because the gay boys in Georgia, for the most
part, weren't all that excited about me. Framingham gay boys, for the
most part, continue to have an interest, so I gotta go with the local gay
guys. Sure, there were a couple of Southern guys I got it on with, but
they were more the exception than the rule. Like at that gay cook-out
affair. Of the thirty gay guys that were there only my blind date,
George'tu, paid any attention to me. The first Sunday in Marietta there
was Bradford showing some fleeting interest, but he turned his attention
rather quickly to that older guy, what's-his-name, Ollie. Timmy and his
two inch dick was a semi-steady side-sex partner, but c'mon... a two inch
dick!? Jeff was interested, but only when Ryan turned to Mike. And
anyway, Jeff and I never connected again after that drunken night at the
gay club. Then there were the Marietta cock teasers, who don't really
count. Of course Ryan was his stellar sexy-self for the five weeks before
he met Mike. After that it was once a week for him and me, although the
one night a week was better than all the other side-sex I experienced in
Georgia put together. If I exclude sex with Ryan, the couple of hours
spent with my random randy side-sex buddy, Sonny, surpassed most of the
side-sex I've had previously this entire summer. That's probably an
exaggeration, but not by much. Suffice to say I'm happy to be home.

I've been happily in Framingham three hours now and I still haven't seen
any of the most important people in my life. I can only imagine how happy
I'm going to be reuniting with my mom, Tris, Chubby, and my true lover,
Robby. I'll be seeing them soon and that makes me feel so fucking good I
could hug myself. Instead of doing that, I put the barber stuff back in
the toiletry kit and take it upstairs to my bedroom. Unpacking my duffle
bag I'm thinking about the haircut I gave Sonny and the irony of him
wanting approximately the same haircut Ryan's been forcing me to get the
last four months or so. Life can often be stranger than fiction. I mean,
Sonny's never met Ryan so it's a ginormous coincidence he'd want that
haircut. Whatever the reason, its really not important. More to my point,
I had good sex with Sonny less then two hours after returning home. So
screw Marietta, Georgia. Plus, there's always some sub/dom aspects to
Sonny's sex. It's probably the only way he knows how to fuck, not that
I'm complaining. That being said, what I'm really looking forward to is a
true lover's sex-a-thon with Robby. I can smell his scent in my head
right now.

After putting my clothes away and stowing the duffle bag and satchel in
the closet, I lay on my bed continuing to savor the fact I'm home. That's
not to say I feel it was a total waste of time in Georgia because there
were a couple of good things that resulted from me being there. For
example, I proved to myself that if I absolutely had to be on my own I
can handle myself pretty well. At the same time, the experience also made
me realize how good I have it here at home and how special my love affair
with Robby is. Also, while I managed okay without my brother having my
back, I missed him tremendously and never want to be anywhere again
without Chubby being close by. We've been so tight for so long it seemed
everyday I was away there was something missing in my life. It was an
intangible 'something' that I wondered about, but now it seems obvious to
me. The sense of comfort and safety I have knowing Chubby's within
immediate reach is something I too often took for granted, that is...
until it wasn't there.

Of course I've always known Chubby was a vital part of my life, but being
away reinforced that fact. Nothing is as important to me as the
unconditional approval, love, and support Chubby's gives me. And I missed
the way his face lights-up every time he sees me too. That always made my
heart glow warmly. I have tears in my eyes just thinking about what a
blessing Chubby is to me and always has been. A brother's love and
friendship like Chubby's can't be planned for or fabricated; it's there
or it isn't. We grew up under a rare set of circumstances and Chubby's
the rare individual capable of making everything work wonders no matter
how bizarre the situation. I've witnessed first hand the many times
Chubby's used his smile, brains, and clever banter to get us out of
sticky jams. Then if nothing else worked neither of us ever backed down
from a fight. And the hell with fighting fair too; whatever we could get
our hands on we'd use to win the fight. We weren't interested in style
points. Fighting is stupid though and happened mostly in our early to
middle teen years. For the longest time I assumed all brothers were
pretty much like Chubby, but the longer I lived the more I realized
Chubby does what most brothers can't or won't do. Chubby's always been my
hero while he's always made me think I was his.

Maudlin thoughts to be having along side my happiness at being home
perhaps, but I'm feeling grateful to be in the life I'm in. My life
compared to Ryan's, for example, is a privileged one. Not the privilege
of growing up in a wealthy family like him, or Willie, but privileged to
grow up with a brother like Chubby and to have our moms who allowed and
trusted us to do things our way. We always did things as close to the
right way as circumstances allowed. Chubby's foremost in my thoughts
because I'm in this nostalgic frame of mind counting my blessings, and
he's blessing number one. My time in Georgia wasn't awful though, it just
can't compare in any way with my life here at home. Overall, that's
probably the most valuable lesson I've learned from being away. I need to
appreciate my life more. Then, when I think of the lives some of my
friends like Connor, Seth, and Cory have lived, my life by comparison
seems like an embarrassment of riches. And I'm not speaking of financial
riches obviously.

Oh fuck, I gotta get it together or I'll be too mushy and emotional when
seeing the moms, Robby, and Chubby. They'll think I cracked-up or had a
meltdown or something. I need to be happily normal and sane without
overdoing it. Maybe I should practice what I'll say and do. Ya know, I'll
be excited and happy to see everyone, but not go overboard with some
dramatic blubbering greeting. I don't want to act like I was just freed
from cruel and unusual punishment as a prisoner of war.  I should be
like, 'Oh, it's great to see you guys. How ya doing? I missed you,'
something like that. Plus a hug and a kiss obviously. Something
appropriate for a person who's been away from home for a mere two months.
'Hey, it's good to be home'. That sort of thing. I don't want them
rolling their eyes at each other like, 'What the fuck's up with Dylan?'

Now that that's settled I'm going to take a shower and continue
practicing my reunions. After a nice twenty minute shower, I put on what
I think are cool casual clothes like my sleeveless t-shirt with a message
on the front: I just found out I'm AWESOME!  Then in small letters: You
might want to get yourself tested. I chose this sleeveless t-shirt to
show off my tattoo and my guns, ha ha. Next a pair of cargo shorts of
course, sandals, my cross necklace, sport watch, leather bracelet,
Robby's friendship ring, and my regular little hoop earrings. No sense
brushing my hair, but I do brush my teeth. Now all I can do is wait for
Chubby to come home, and later use the Jeep to drive over and surprise
Robby. Hey, I just got an idea! Chubby and I can't afford another car and
expensive auto insurance, but we probably can afford a used motorbike.
Then both of us would have wheels. We could switch off. That's an idea I
got from Marietta. If Ryan hadn't had the motorbike I'd have been stuck
in the house the entire last two weeks I was there, like I'm stuck in the
house here.

Then my cellphone rings. It's mom! At first she's just excited to hear
I'm home and then she does a 'mom' thing by saying, "It's awful of me not
being there when you got home. Tris and I never should have volunteered
to cover Rita's and Deb's eleven-to-four lunch shift. I feel so bad about
that, honey." I'm trying to interrupt and explain my early arrival was a
last minute decision on my part, it's my fault I didn't tell anyone. Not
her fault. She doesn't fully understand the situation but she can't wait
to see me tomorrow morning. I know she's working, so I keep the
conversation short. Don't want mom to get in trouble at work. Gee, it was
nice talking to her even with the misunderstanding. I didn't tell her I'm
home for good, but I'll fully explain everything tomorrow before she
leaves for work.

Sitting on the balcony smoking a cigarette I'm waiting for five o'clock.
That's when Chubby should be in the locker room at work and I'll text him
then. I know Robby won't be done work until he has his end of the week
supervisor's meeting. My mind drifts back to my life in Marietta.
Naturally after spending almost two months with Ryan he'd still be on my
mind. The weirdness of Sonny's haircut choice and his boner's similarity
to Ryan's is still freaking me out a little. I'm getting a foreboding
feeling thinking about those coincidences. Does it mean anything though,
and what could be foreboding about it? Ryan and I parted as friends so
there's nothing foreboding about that, and Sonny's harmless enough.
Seeing Ryan at college in the fall shouldn't be awkward because we'll be
keeping in touch texting. I'll hear about the likely progress in his and
Mike's relationship. Actually that couldn't have happened at a better
time. It nudged me into this early departure from Georgia. Yeah, it's all
good? fuck foreboding!!

Then I think how Robby and Chubby are gonna be happy they won't need to
drive to Logan airport eleven-thirty tonight like we planned. Maybe the
three of us should have dinner together. Yeah, that's a great idea and
I'll mention it to Chubby when I see him. After doing more musings about
my Marietta experience with Ryan and the boys, I check my watch and see
it's time to text Chubby. 'Hey, Chubby, done work for the week yet?" He
texts right back, 'Yep, bro, you too? Ready for a real weekend back
home?'  I text, 'Absolutely, Chub, but I'm getting an early start.'  He
wants to know, 'An earlier flight? What's ur ETA?'  I go, 'Around ten
this morning. I'm home!'  He's like, 'What? Home in the condo?'  I text,
'Yes, see you soon!'  I'm smiling, feeling excited, as he texts, 'Don't
fuckin' move! See you in 15.'  I go, 'Roger that, bro.'

Ooooh, it's such an awesome feeling when someone is excited to see me,
especially when that someone is Chubby. I feel funny... funny odd, not
funny ha ha. Then I have another negative though: it's like I disrupted
the lives of people I love the most for the selfish reason that I wanted
to do something different this summer. Wait, it wasn't just for myself
because I was able to help Ryan become popular in Marietta. I feel good
about that and I really need to stop thinking backwards and concentrate
on looking forward.

Standing at the balcony's railing now with the back of my hand to my
nose, I'm watching for Chubby to drive up in our Jeep. He should be here
any second now. Then I think he'll probably park in front at the curb
below our condos. Jogging through the apartment to look out the front
window I'm just in time to see Chubby zip by without parking. Okay, I was
right the first time he's going to park behind the condos at the garage,
so back through the condo I go. Out on  the balcony again I watch him
driving down garage alley. Oh good, no dents in the Jeep. That's nice to
see. Chubby parks and gets out, looking up with his big special smile,
the one he uses for me, "Hi, Dylan, I knew you'd be on the balcony." I'm
smiling back, "Hi Chubby! I was at the front window watching you drive by
at about sixty miles an hour." He shrugs, "I'm anxious to see my favorite
face, bro. Be right up," and then he's under the balcony keying in the
code. The garage door goes up and he goes in through the basement door
while I go to the door leading down to the basement. When he comes
through the door we do a tight two arm hug, cheek to cheek. He smells
good even after working all day in the sun.

We kiss, then back off looking at each other. He looks the same as he did
three weeks ago. Grinning, we hug again, then another brotherly kiss. We
mumble at the same time, "Love you, brother," and laugh because we said
it together. Chubby rubs my head grinning, then walks to the kitchen
while talking over his shoulder, "This is an excellent surprise, bro!" He
takes two bottles from the refrigerator handing me a lemonade Snapple,
"So tell me, Dylan, how'd ya manage to get off work today?" Leaning
against the kitchen bar, I tell him about it. Chubby's like, "No shit?
Basically you quit?" I go, "No, I didn't get a chance to quick, although
I was going to. It's more like I accepted their offer to buy out my
contract. Ya know, for six days severance pay." He gulps some cold
lemonade, then goes, "That's the most awesome fucking thing I've ever
heard," and we do another hug. Chubby says, "I guess you'll be doing the
Sunday brunches for the rest of the summer." I go, "Hey!" and he kisses
my cheek leaving it wet with lemonade, "Nah, just kidding, Dylan, we'll
do them together like always. Does your mom know you're home for good?" I
shake my head, "No, but I texted her I'm here. She's mad at herself for
accepting the extra shift today, but I tried telling her it's not her
fault. She didn't know I was coming home. I wanted to surprise her."

If Chubby hadn't visited me in Georgia we'd probably be having a more
emotional reunion, so I'm grateful they came to see me when they did.
Sort of broke-up the force of our reunion into two parts. And that's a
damn good thing too because I'm feeling pretty fuckin' emotional right
now even though I saw Chubby three weeks ago. I'm working at trying to
react like a twenty-one year old guy. After all I'll be twenty-one in a
few weeks although I'd like to act more like a fifteen year old when it
comes to a reunion with Chubby. He sees me staring at him as I'm sort of
chewing on my bottom lip, my eyes wet. He smiles and murmurs, "Me too,
Dylan," and we do another hug with him saying, "Please don't ever do this
to me again, okay? No more summers away, ever!" I nod my head, wiping my
eyes with the heels of my hands.

Chubby nods towards the balcony so we go out there for a smoke. After
lighting a cigarette and taking a drag, Chubby passes me the smoke,
saying, "Tell me why you were going to quit even before you knew about
the severance pay." When it's just the two of us we smoke a Marlboro
cigarette like most guys smoke a joint, passing it back and forth.
Drinking my Snapple and sharing Chubby's cigarette I tell him everything
that happened since I last saw him, only alluding vaguely to Ryan's and
my sex life. Chubby says, "Yeah, you told me about Ryan having a
boyfriend, but you didn't mention that he was ignoring you." I shrug, "He
wasn't totally ignoring me. We had golf lessons together, baseball team's
practices, and the games. It was mostly after dinner that he left me so
he could see Mike mostly, but Jeff occasionally too." Chubby's shaking
his head, reading between the lines, so I add, "He was always willing to
let me use his car when he went off to see  Mike, although mostly I
didn't have any place to go." Chubby's like, "Yeah, well it wasn't right
of him to do that to you. You were his guest and his friend so he
shouldn't have left you in the awkward situation of being there in his
house with his parents." I shrug, mumbling, "Yeah, but it was a major
factor in making up my mind to come home early." Chubby grins, "Yeah,
there's that, but I still might need to rearrange Ryan's facial features
when I see him." I say, "Don't do that, Chubby. He didn't need to
baby-sit me, I could have gone out if I wanted to.  And anyway, like I
said, that helped me make a firm decision to stay home after this
weekend, and then Josh made it even easier." Chubby smiles, "Glad you're
here, Dylan, I really missed you. Missed you for real, bro! I'm not going
to get sappy about it, but it just isn't the same without you. It's blows
when I don't see you every day." Sweet!

Fearing I'll get all emotional again if we pursue this line of thinking
any further, I change the subject asking him about what's new with him
and he tells me about a party he was at with a girl he met two Saturday
mornings ago at the dentist. They went to the party together that same
night. A party where Chubby knew no one except this girl, and he'd just
met her. I couldn't imagine doing that with a guy I just met. Anyway, at
the party Chubby had a group of eight or ten people playing the truth
game an hour after he got there.  Everybody knew him when he left?
basically he was the life of the party. That's one of the big differences
between Chubby and me. When I think back to our early teen years it was
always Chubby and me on our own, but occasionally Chubby would initiated
interaction between us and other kids when he felt like it. Like getting
us into pick-up basketball and baseball games, or on the beach in
handball and volley ball games. He'd know everyone within a half hour,
introducing me as he went along. That sort of thing comes naturally to
Chubby. Plus he's always anxious to go along with anything I suggest.
Like my idea of buying a used motorbike. Chubby acted like I'm a genius
for thinking up the idea. "Dylan! That's it! The perfect solution." Well,
it's won't be perfect in cold snowy winter weather, but it's a perfect
partial solution since we can't afford the expenses of a second car. We
discuss our finances and decide we can afford a modestly priced
motorbike. We're going to check out previously owned motorbikes tomorrow,
so that'll be cool.

Finally I bring up the idea of the three of us eating out tonight. Again
it's like I'm a genius coming up with the perfect way to celebrate my
first night home. He goes, "Awesome idea! Is Robby meeting us here or at
the restaurant?" Uh oh! He assumes I've already informed Robby I'm home.
I go, "Oh fuck," and get my cellphone out to text Robby, 'Robby, where
are you?" He text, 'Hi, Dylan! Just got home. C ya @ Logan. Love ya!'  I
tell him I'm home and that I'll explain when he gets here, and then add
that the three of us are eating out tonight. He texts, 'I'm so excited I
just peed my pants! After I shower I'll meet U @ ur place!'  We laugh
that Robby peed his pants, then Chubby goes, "My lovable airhead brother.
You forgot to tell your boyfriend you're home." I go, "I was kinda
wrapped-up with my lovable brother, and time slipped away." After another
sweet hug, Chubby goes to his condo for a shower and I stay on the
balcony expecting great things later tonight. I'm very anxious to feel
Robby's lips on mine, and what comes after that too. Inside, checking
myself in the mirror, I get this intense feeling of love for Robby,
almost a scary feeling. Should I be worried my time in Georgia may have
altered Robby's and my love in some subtle way? The weekend visit we had
three weeks ago had almost a desperate feel to it. We shared the same
bed, but that whole weekend was a bit frantic. When we're alone tonight,
here at home among familiar surroundings, I'll notice if anything's
different, and that's where the scary part comes in.

The doorbell rings. Chubby wouldn't ring the doorbell, he simply comes in
like he does at his house, so it's probably Robby. Opening the door and
there he is. My cutely handsome boyfriend with a somewhat shy smile on
his lips. Wow, he cleans-up good! I sort of gulp, "Robby, you're, um,"
and his arms are magically around me. I can't explain why our hugging is
different from hugging with anyone else, but it is. Our bodies fit
together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, our arms fit perfectly
around each other, the sides of our faces snugly together. Maybe it's
because we've hugged a hundred thousand times and we've perfected the
ideal hug for us. His scent drifting into my head is bringing with it a
million memories of love and sex. In Robby's arms the sense of being home
safely and happily slides deliciously over my brain like a cozy
comforter. We don't hug roughly like Chubby and I hug. Brother hugs are
more raucous signaling how happy we are to see each other and how much we
love each other. Robby's and my hugging is full of love too, but it's a
different love that's somehow warmer with deeper meaning because it
includes the sharing of our bodies during sex. Our lover's hugs have
exactly the right amount of tightness, more a caressing comforting hug
indicating we belong in each other's arms. And yes, it brings tears of
joy and relief that we're together again, and this time for good.

We hug without speaking, just soaking in the rightness of being together.
Next, as if we practiced the timing of it we have a sweet tender loving
kiss on the lips, then we pull our heads back a little without letting go
of one another so we can stare into each other's identical blue eyes.
Eyes conveying our true love, one for the other. And, as if
choreographed, the eyes of love are followed by another hug, tighter this
time, swaying a little as if we're celebrating that everything's as it
should be and planet earth can now go back to rotating the way it needs
to. Nothing to see here, folks, just two young men in love. Another
silent lover's kiss and then Robby murmurs, "Welcome home, Dylan."

We're still standing just in the front doorway so Robby takes my hand and
leads me inside. He closes the door and we do another kiss, a passionate
kiss this time, one that turns my penis into granite. After the kiss I
gasp as Robby rubs my head grinning at me without mentioning Ryan's
specialty haircut. Instead he looks me in the eyes again, murmuring, "I
love you and only wish I were a poet so I could put into words how much
my love for you means to me." I nod my head gulping again, "Me too,
Robby." He chuckles while wiping my tears off my cheeks with his fingers,
quietly saying, "I'm so happy you're here, Dylan. And, um, I'm sorry to
be like this but I simply can't let you go back. I was going to have this
conversation later, but now's as good a time as any. You're staying here
with me. You're not going back to, um, Georgia." I nod my head, looking
serious as I murmur, "Okay, Rob," and he goes, "No, I'm not kidding! I'm
not joking around? you're not going back for your last three weeks. I
couldn't bear it." Grinning now, I say, "Okay, Rob, I won't go back to
Georgia," and Chubby comes barging in with a six pack of Rolling Rock
beer, saying, "Hope I'm not interrupting anything." Robby and I let go of
each other as Robby says, "No problem, Jeff. I just told Dylan he isn't
going back for the last three weeks of his job in? what town is it, Dylan?"
I mutter, "Marietta." Chubby, with a cute mischievous expression, says,
"Oh, you won't let him go back, huh?" Robby's shaking his head, "That's
right, and I'm dead serious about it. I won't let him." Chubby's nodding
his head, smiling, "Oh? Well I'm with you, Rob. How 'bout it, Dylan?"
Robby looks at me, saying to Chubby, "It doesn't matter what Dylan
thinks, he's not going back." Chubby and I grin at each other. Chubby
would no more think of telling Robby I already decided I wasn't going
back than he'd think of doing a swan dive off the balcony. That's my
news, not Chubby's. There's a million little unspoken things understood
between Chubby and me that makes us the closest best friends and brothers
the world has ever seen, and that was merely one of the million. Chubby
and I understand that sort of thing.

Robby's very serious as he gets his arm around the back of my neck and
the three of us walk out onto the balcony. Pulling my head over against
the side of his, Robby whispers, "I'm sorry to be such an asshole about
this, but this is serious, Dylan. I'll call Ryan myself and tell him it's
my fault you're not returning." I quietly say, "That's not necessary,
Rob, I already told him I'm staying here." While we smoke and drink the
Rolling Rock beer I tell Robby the whole story. He's beaming, giving me a
one arm shoulder hug. This couldn't have worked out any better. Robby got
to demonstrate his 'head of the household' demeanor, which I absolutely
loved, and then I got to show Robby how much I want to be here with him
by already having made the decision not to return to Georgia. Wow, I feel
such a loving closeness to Robby right now as we stand together, his arm
possessively across my shoulders. It didn't take long being with him for
me to know my time in Georgia hasn't hurt our love affair; if anything
it's strengthened it.

Soon the three of us are laughing and breaking each other's balls about
little things or telling self-deprecating stories about some dumb shit
things we did this summer. I can't ever remember being this happy or
feeling so warmly loved by my brother and my boyfriend. They're the two
mainstays in my life now and forever. Robby thinks to call 'Dino's
Italian Cuisine' for reservations. That's the name of the restaurant, the
one Robby and I adopted as our official restaurant for important dinner
dates. Tonight it's a homecoming important dinner date with an added star
in attendance, my brother, Chubby.

The earliest reservation available is eight-thirty so we drink the six
pack of beer, smoke a couple of cigarettes, and talk about our jobs. They
tell me about funny incidences from this year's landscaping job and I
tell them about my experiences at Lockheed-Martin and the boys I worked
with there. It's easy conversation and time seems to fly by. A little
after eight o'clock Robby drives us to the restaurant with me sitting in
between the two guys I love most in the world, love most in the world by
a margin as big as the Grand Canyon. That's never been more obvious to me
then it is tonight. With these two boys, young men actually, as part of
my life I'll always feel safe and always know happiness. What a wonderful
feeling. I check myself and decide I'm not overstating the case: for me
it doesn't get any better than this, and doesn't need to either.

At the restaurant we get seated after only waiting a minute or two. A
cute tough-looking busboy pours water for each of us, then in contrast to
his tough bad-ass looks he gives us the cutest smile imaginable, saying,
"Your waiter will be with you momentarily," and turns to walk away with
his cute bubble-butt ass tightly filling out his black slacks. Robby and
I raise eyebrows at each other recognizing the busboy's cute boyish grin
and hot ass. Chubby's nudging my shoulder, mumbling, "Check out the rack
on that redhead two tables over. Some surgery assisted in the making of
those boobs. Nature would never be that outlandish." That makes me laugh
out loud. Chubby thinks I'm laughing at his comment, and I am a little,
but mostly I find it funny the differences between what he noticed as
compared to what Robby and I noticed.

Tony's our server again, and he actually remembers me this time, saying,
"You know the drill, Danny." Ha! Tony almost got my name right too, and
the name 'Danny' makes me smile to myself as well. 'The drill' consists
of us all showing Tony something from our wallets so he can say he
checked our ID. I show him a picture of me and Robby outside our college
apartment. He grins, nodding his head, then passing the picture back to
me saying under his breath, "Cute ID." We order Manhattans because Robby
claims, while they're strong and kinda gross, they're on the sweeter
side. He feels martinis are just gross without any redeeming qualities.
Chubby says we could have gone with whiskey sours and I chirp in saying,
"The easiest liquor to get down is vodka and grapefruit juice." Actually
it's all about the high we get  from booze, not the taste. We don't do
other drugs so we feel entitled to get a little drunk once in a while for
our high. The trick is not getting too drunk, which is why we only have
the one drink to balance out the two beers we each had on the balcony.

Robby and I decide we should order wine with dinners when eating at
restaurants. As Tony waits with a half grin on his face, Robby studies
the wine list frowning and nodding his head slightly pretending he knows
what he's doing. Then he chooses a bottle from the wine list, going
mostly by price rather than having any kind of familiarity with the wine
he's ordering. We're all having red meat for dinner and Robby knows red
wine usually goes with meat, but not always. Being ignorant of the 'not
always' part we stick with red. Unable to pronounce the wine
he's chosen, he says, "A bottle of number 68," and Tony says, "An
excellent choice." Robby beams, but what he doesn't realize is Tony would
say the same thing if Robby ordered a bottle of pink champagne.

The cocktails arrive as Chubby's telling us, "Just so ya know, boys, the
human body is home to one hundred trillion microbes. That's trillions
with a 'T', not billions. In fact, bacterial cells in the human body
outnumber human cells ten to one." I mumble, "Just wondering, bro, why
you're telling us this rather gross factoid at dinner?" Chubby says, "I'm
getting to that. A ten second kiss transfers millions of bacteria from
one mouth to the other and the more two people kiss each other the more
alike their microbial communities are." Robby goes, "And is this a good
thing?" Chubby shrugs, "I didn't get that far in my research yet, but you
can Google the facts I've come up with so far and you'll see I'm accurate
to the last trillionth." I go, "Huh! Will you get back to us when your
research is completed?" Chubby chuckles and says, "If I have time, of
course I will."

Back on the subject of Robby's landscaping crew, Chubby says to Robby,
"That knucklehead, Biff, isn't working out, boss. I'm kinda sick of him."
Robby shakes his head, "Yeah, what a fuck-up. He couldn't pour piss out
of a shoe if the instructions were written on the heel." I ask, "Who's
Biff?" and they explain that a guy named, Sidney Biffiron, was
transferred from another landscaping crew to replace Danny Monday and
Biff's not worked out well at all. Robby goes, "Biff was dumped on me
from Stan Arnold's crew as a 'favor' to me. Some fucked-up favor. Now
though, with my dear friend, Dylan, unexpectedly home for good it changes
the picture. I'll do the paperwork this weekend sending Biff back to
Arnold. That opens a spot for you, Dylan." I go, "You mean I can start
working on your crew this Monday?" Robby says, "Yep, it would help me out
for the rest of the month, but then Seth will be going back to supply and
maintenance so I'll still need a replacement for the last month of the
season."

Huh, I was kinda looking forward to doing nothing next week. Chubby asks,
"Rob, what are you going to do three weeks from now when Dylan and I are
on our Wildwood vacation?" Robby says, "I'll work it out with the other
crews somehow. We'll manage for one week." Our dinners arrive and we
mostly talk about the food as we eat. Then while having desserts and
coffees we decide we'll have a swim in Robby's backyard pool. Robby's
only had his landscape crew over for a swim and a cook-out one time this
summer. Last year our crew had a number of cook-out there. I'm kinda
looking forward to seeing the pool and the pool house again. Both places
have many memories for me. I've enjoyed quite a lot of sex in and around
the pool and pool house. Hell, many moons ago Dodger fucked me in the
pool unexpectedly. It was our first time and shocked the hell out of me.
Man, I miss Dodger!

As we're walking to the car I almost tell the guys about Ryan and me
skinny dipping at the waterfalls pond, but come to my senses just in time
and keep that little story to myself. Instead, as we drive to Chubby's
and my condos, I tell them about the water park we went to and how it
couldn't compare to the Wildwood water park. Chubby and I get bathing
suits, then at Robby's house we find his parents and a neighborhood
couple having drinks outside on the patio twenty feet from the pool. That
puts a damper on things so we say 'Hi' to Robby's 'rents and the
neighbors, then grab beers and hang out in the pool house. Drinking beers
and smoking cigarettes we discuss whether we still want a swim with the
old folks looking on. Then, after our second beer the little cocktail
party on the patio breaks-up and we have the back yard to ourselves.
Changing into our boardie swim suits we jump in the pool for a swim.
Mosquitoes would normally be a problem on a summer night like this except
the Dickers have three propane-run mosquito killers which keep the back
yard mostly free of those vicious insects. I don't know how the propane
tanks work, but they do.

The Dicker's back yard has flood lights of course but Robby turns most of
them off and there's something cool about swimming under the stars on a
hot muggy summer night. It's refreshing and relaxing, but mostly for me
it's a treat to be with Robby and Chubby no matter what we're doing. We
dive, swim, drink beers and break each other's balls for an hour or so,
then huddle in the pool house for one last cigarette before calling it a
night. I've been up since five o'clock this morning, then slept for two
hours on the plane. Robby and Chubby got up around six o'clock to be at
work by seven-thirty, so we're all tired. Dried-off, we put our clothes
back on and Robby drives us back to the condo where Chubby and I have a
hug saying goodnight, and as Robby and I watch Chubby going up to his
condo, Robby asks, "Can I sleep over, Dylan?" That brings a big smile to
my face. "Sure, Rob," and we go inside hand in hand. It's a little after
midnight and mom won't be home until one or two. I leave a note saying
Robby's sleeping over and we go into my bedroom where Robby texts his mom
telling her he's at my place.

Robby goes, "How about a quick shower to get the smell of chlorine off of
us." I nod my head and then for some reason we're both quiet as we get
undressed. Standing naked in my bedroom we're looking at one another with
a little grin on our lips. We've been naked together so many times in so
many circumstances we're completely comfortable being naked together.
Into the bathroom we go and I turn on the water with both of us still
silent. While we wait for the water to come up to temperature we have a
dreamy lover's kiss with our arms around one another and our hips humping
lightly. We get under the flow of water still in each other's arms, the
sides of our faces together. We're exactly the same height with
approximately the same bodies and like I said, we fit together perfectly.
After a minute or so Robby pulls his head back, rubs noses against mine,
then murmurs, "I need a shave." His new baby mustache of light blond
hairs on his upper lip is wet and flat, barely visible, but he doesn't
mean that kind of shave anyway.

Soaking wet I get out of the shower to get shaving cream and a disposable
razor from the medicine chest over the sink, then get back in the shower.
Shaking the can of shaving gel and squirting some on my fingers I massage
it into his pubic hairs; then, holding his dick with my left hand keeping
it out of harms way, I carefully shave his blond pubic hairs and watch
them slide down the drain along with the constant flow of water.
Finished, I rub my fingers all around his groin area that's now smooth
and hairless. It looks sexy so I take his semi-hard cock in my mouth and
suck on it until it's very, very hard. Still not talking, all we hear is
the sound of water flowing from the shower head, some slurping sounds
from me sucking his cock, and quiet moans from Robby. His cock is
sticking straight out from his body when I stand to put the shaving gel
and razor on a shelf. Robby's eyelids are half closed as he puts a hand
behind my head pulling my face to his. Our arms automatically go around
each other as we kiss with Robby's tongue in my mouth. His perfect tongue
that I lick and suck on until my cock's as hard as his.

The lover's kiss gets a little steamier, then hot and hotter still as
sexual desire builds. Our teeth scrape together and I taste a little
blood from a small cut on my lip. Robby almost picks me up turning me
around. I bend forward, my hands against the tile wall and Robby thrust
his boner into my ass past my sphincter muscle, and we both moan, "Mmmmm,
ooh." Another hump of Robby's hips push his cock two more inches up my
ass. His boner is as fat or maybe a little fatter than Ryan's so there's
some pain from my stretched anus making me arch my back and grunt, "Ow,
humph, ooh." Robby's arms come around my waist, his chest on my back, as
he humps his hips hard fully impaling me with four hard inches of cock, a
cock that I feel getting fatter inside my ass. He leans against my back,
his arms pulling my buttocks tight against his newly shaved crotch, then
tighter still as he grinds his hips. "Ooooh," it feels so good I'm
sucking on my lips whining quietly. My right hand comes off the wall to
hug his wrist as my head goes back so the side is against the side of
his. He murmurs, "I love you, Dylan," and his hips start moving, just his
hips, as he starts a fast hard fucking under the water flow creating
louder than normal sounds of one male being fucked up the ass by another,
"Slap, slap, slap, slap," wet sounds join my grunts of sexual pleasure,
"Ah, ah, umm, umm, ah, Rob, ah!" The initial pain totally forgotten.

Time loses meaning as pleasure sensations flood my rectum from my anus to
my prostate from his fast moving fat boner sliding back and forth inside
me, "Slap, slap, slap, slap." "Oh, oh, oh, oh," as in my head I'm
picturing Robby's cock plowing my ass rhythmically with sensations of
sexual pleasure sizzling off his cock. I picture Robby's lips tightly
together as he's puffing out short burst of air and grunting quietly from
the effort of fucking me. It's pure sexual pleasure for both of us.
Nobody's cock, no matter how large or small, feels as good fucking my ass
as Robby's. My body gets stiff as my orgasm roars to climax and then
whining sounds from me before a loud squeal that echoes in my ears as my
hips hump and cum shoots straight out from my rock-hard cock, the cum
splattering against the tile wall, then another scintillating stream of
spunk travels at the speed of sound up the six inches of my boner with my
body shaking as it exits in a creamy stream. Sexy zipping nerve endings
sparkle around my groin and then there's a second of additional warmth
inside me with Robby's doing his own whining sounds humping against my
buttocks shooting his load of semen into my bowels while squeezing me so
hard around my waist he lifts me up on my toes still humping against my
ass as his chin's bumping my shoulder. His cock's sliding back and forth
easily now in his own creamy-spunk lubricant. Thirty seconds of post
climax thrusting goes slower and slower until he stops completely, gasps
and shudders, then slides his softening cock from my ass leaving my anus
wide open.

Robby helps pull me up straight and I turn around to hug his wet body,
hungrily sucking on his mouth looking into his sleepy eyes. He has half a
grin on his lips, looking happily contended as I'm kissing all over his
face, quick little kisses of love and devotion. My face goes against the
side of his head as I murmur in his ear, "Oh, Robby, I love when you fuck
me. I love every single thing about you." He's taking deep breaths
nodding his head slightly, "Me too, Dylan." My heart is still beating
fast, my hands rubbing Robby's back and ass as I'm clinging to him. He's
so awesome... and he's mine. One last deep breath from Robby, then he
chuckles, and says, "Wow, that was something! I've been missing sex with
you something terribly." He holds my face between his hands and kisses my
lips, then says, "You shampoo and wash me first, then I'll do you," and
that's what we do.

I shampoo Robby slowly, my fingers in his hair. He's such a sexy lover my
forehead drops down against his and I rub noses with him before kissing
his rosy lips again. When the shampoo is rinsed out I wash his body using
my hands as the washcloth sliding over his face and playing with his ears
before rubbing my soapy bath gel hands over every inch of his hot body.
Both hands encircle his legs sliding from the top of his thighs to his
ankles. On my knees I wash his feet while sucking on his cock again. It's
gets really hard as I'm washing his balls and ass, then stoke his cock
with a slippery fist. Robby pushes my head down stepping over me as I
drop forward onto my hands and knees. Gripping my hip, my ass held up for
him, he gasps as he mounts me again and gives me another hard fucking
that last longer then the first time. I'm in sexual ecstasy moaning and
shaking with pleasure until it ends with gooey hot second orgasms for us
both that leaves us limp. Even after our climaxes Robby continues fucking
me for three or four minutes. When he pulls out I get on my knees, turn
around getting my arms around his buttocks and suck his cock again until
it's firm. Looking up at him, he grins shaking his head, "I can't go a
third time this soon." I stand and we do a hug and a kiss, then he baths
me the same way I bathed him.

Out of the shower, drying ourselves, Robby's smiling at me, then says,
"In the morning, baby, I'll need some of that great body worshipping from
you, and then some slow lovers sex that goes on forever." I go, "Exactly
what I had in mind, lover's sex like only you can do it. You and me," He
hugs my clean, dry, naked body saying in my ear, "Whenever I hear you say
the words, 'you and me,' it gives me awesome shivers down my spine." In
bed, under the covers and in each other's arms we both sigh contentedly
before quickly falling asleep. Sleeping with Robby brings back all the
pleasures I took for granted sleeping with him every night through our
freshman and sophomore years. Again there's bliss ...

To be continued?       Donny Mumford       thinat20@yahoo.com
 donnymumford@outlook.com

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