Date: Sat, 9 Jan 2016 12:14:16 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME Chapter 4

DYLAN'S VACATION  BACK HOME

Chapter 4

by  Donny Mumford


It's  pretty special waking up Saturday morning with Robby next to me. My
twin-size  bed makes for an intimate sleeping arrangement, our bodies
touching all night.  Sweet! Robby's on his back without making a sound so I hold my
hand in  front of his mouth and feel his moist exhale. Whew! He's still
among the living.  Robby sleeps so still at times it scares ya. Getting up on
my side looking  down at him, I gently run my fingers though his two-tone
blond hair thinking  that he's become a very handsome young man, but thankfully
with some touches of  boyishness and cuteness remaining. Looking closely at
the newly developing fuzz  on his upper lip, some at the bottom of his
chin, and a little below each of his  sideburns I'm trying to picture him with a
beard. It'll probably never  be a thick beard. I'm guessing it'll be curly
and light and sexy as hell.  Robby's face has always had an innocent look to
it somehow, like he's someone  you can trust. An All-American boy-scout
look and why the hell I deprived myself  of moments like this for almost two
months seems nuts to me now. It seemed like  a good idea at the time, but not
so good in hindsight.

Checking  the alarm clock on the nightstand, then grinning when I see it's
quarter to ten.  Ah ha, we had an excellent night's sleep! I feel really
good too. Leaning over  and lightly kissing Robby on the lips, inhaling his
subtle familiar scent gets  my dick twitching. When I trace the pad of my
finger down his straight, perfect  nose Robby's blue eyes open and he grins at
me, saying, "Good morning,  boyfriend." I mumble, "Good morning, yourself." He
reaches up and gets his arms  around the back of my neck pulling my head
down to his. My right leg goes  between his legs and I settle half my naked
body on him, chest to chest. We do a  sexy good-morning kiss, and then with a
sigh another longer lover's kiss. It's a  special kiss with feelings of love
flooding my head while surprising me with the  intensity of it and making
my eyes sting. Blinking quickly to avoid embarrassing  tears, I hug Robby's
head with both arms, the sides of our faces together with  Robby hugging me
around my back. We squeeze each other, then he turns me over  onto my back
and scrambles on top of me. Our pelvises grind together and boners  appear.

Robby's grinning as he rubs his nose against mine and then our lips meet  for
a delicious slow sloppy kiss with our tongues sliding together. It's a long
kiss leaving both of us gasping for air, our hearts beating fast against
each  other's chests. Robby licks up my top lip pulling it inside out and then
his  tongue slides up the front of my nose wetting it with warm saliva. I
inhale it  into my sinuses, then sneeze. He grins at me and does it again.
His saliva is  amazingly fresh for first thing in the morning.

By  now my penis is so frighteningly hard I'm afraid it might break off and
shatter  like a brittle flower that's been frozen in liquid nitrogen then
dropped on a  granite countertop. Jesus, where'd that image come from?!
Robby has always  caused my hardest boners and this one might be the hardest one
yet. I mumble,  "Do that again," and this time he licks from my chin, up
across my lips, and up  the front of my nose saturating the area with saliva.

I grunt, tightening my  stomach muscles, thinking I'm going to cum. My
boner's just this side of  painful, almost numb from it's hardness. It's so
fantastic I couldn't do justice  describing the way it feels. I let out a feeble
moan and murmur, "I love you,  Robby." He's like, "Love you too, baby," and
I go, "I can't tell you enough how  bad I feel about being away from you so
long." He hugs me tightly, then puts his  lips on my ear, whispering, "Show
me how much you missed me." I kiss his lips,  then squirm out from under him
with my hard cock leaving a trail of precum  across his thigh.

Robby  flops over on his back as I push the covers down and get between his
legs.  Picking up his boner I go down on his fat penis, licking and sucking
on it. A  drool of precum bubbles out from his pee slit as Robby arches his
back moaning,  "Ummm, aaahh." After swallowing the clear pre-seminal fluid
I pull Robby's hard  cock out of my mouth and press it flat up against his
belly, then lick his balls  until his scrotum's dripping with saliva. Working
my nose under his balls,  lifting them so I can lick his clean asshole
once, twice, three times and then  I'm sucking on the lips of his anus. Robby
moans and squirms on the bed  clenching his buttocks muscles. I'm consciously
not over-doing any one thing for  fear of bringing on a premature
ejaculation on either of us. I want to enjoy a  lot more of Robby's body with my
tongue and nose before climaxing. It seems my  spit enhances Robby's natural
scent, or maybe I just imagine it does. Leaving  his asshole quivering I move my
tongue to the inside of his left thigh and lick  down to his knee, then
back up to drag my tongue all around his recently shaved  pubic area. It gets
me so aroused, so turned-on I need to stop, almost climaxing  myself. We both
take a deep breath, then Robby rubs my head puffing out his  cheeks letting
his breath out in shorts bursts. When my boner stops throbbing I  lick
across Robby's bellybutton and down to suck his hard cock into my mouth  again.
More pre-cum gets slurped down my throat.

I'm  in a dazed dreamy state of mind feeling ridiculously good being with
Robby and  worshiping his awesome naked body. It gives me a sexual thrill
acting submissive  to him. As I push the covers all the way down to the foot of
the bed I'm  thinking that everything is exactly the way it should be now
that we're together  again. Glancing up into Robby's shiny bright-blue
beautiful eyes, he smiles and  my heart goes pitter-patter. I grin back at him
grabbing his boner in my fist,  and maintain eye contact while I lick the head
of his cock like a lollypop. The  sexual sensations coming from his hard
penis makes him close his eyes tightly  and suck on his lips, going, "Mmmm,
oooh fuuuck." I love giving him sexual  pleasure so I lick down the shaft of
his hard cock and continue down to the  inside of his left leg all the way
down his thigh to his lower leg's calf  muscle, and finally to his ankle... one
long lick. Dragging my tongue up the front  of his left lower leg leaves a
trail of saliva that wets the short hairs on his  leg making them stand up.
Short, strait, blond leg hairs... sexy. Leaving the  hairs sticking up like that
I drag my tongue down the back of his calf and  around to his ankle, then
lick his foot and suck on his toes with my tongue  going in between each one
before licking the sole of his foot.

As  I start licking the toes of his other foot, Robby gasps, "No! I'm gonna
cum,  Dylan." I glance at him and he motions with his fingers for me to
come up.  Walking on my hands and knees, straddling his body, I stop when my
boner touches  his. By now both our boners are sticking straight out from our
groins.  Hesitating a second before lifting up on my knees and looking down
as Robby,  He's panting, then gasping, "Okay, I'm good. Sit on it, babe, but
go slow so I  don't cum too fast." I nod my head feeling a little dizzy
from all the sexually  submissive sensations deliciously pounding in my brain.

Reaching behind me I  take Robby's boner in my fingers and guide the wet
head to my asshole. Biting my  bottom lip and carefully dropping down a little
the lips of my asshole stretch  causing initial pain. Then it's, "Ooooh," as
the pain becomes thrilling sexual  pleasure and bright colored sparklers
flash in my brain. A tiny bit more  pressure and the head slides very tightly
past my sphincter muscle and we both  go, "Aaaaaah," as a spurt of pre com
plops out of my cock and drops to Robby's  stomach, "Splat."

I'm  like, "Oooooh," as I lean forward with just the head of his hard cock
in my ass.  With a hand on either side of his chest, I'm leaning forward
slightly which  bends his bone-hard cock forward too. As I'm lowering my chest
to lay flat on  his I push my ass back onto his cock until my butt cheeks
are tightly against  his lap and his fat fire-plug boner is entirely inside
me. Robby and I  breathlessly moan together, "Aaaah, ooh ooh." He pulls his
feet back, his knees  in the air and humps against my buttocks. He hesitates
for a few seconds as my  shoulders shudder with anticipation. Taking a deep
breath Robby relaxes and his  ass drops back on the bed pulling most of his
boner out of my ass. My shoulders  shudder again and then Robby starts
humping his hips, lifting his ass off the  mattress driving his boner in three
inch thrusts right on my prostate gland,  "Oooooh." I move my head so the sides
of our faces slide together with each hip  thrust and now it's "Slap, slap,
slap," sounds of sexual pleasure.

My  knees, lower legs and the top of my feet are flat on the bed, one leg
on either  side of Robby, tightly against him. My forearms are flat on the
bed too and  tightly against the outsides of Robby's shoulders, his arms are
hugging around  my back and we're as tightly together as it's possible to be,
almost like we're  one person. It's incredibly intimate as well as
exquisitely sensuous to be  touching each other all over as Robby's hard penis moves
steadily back and forth  inside me. His thrusting boner is setting off
nerve endings in my rectum that  scream sexual pleasure and these pleasure
sensations bombard my brain. Sexual  pleasure that's seemingly more intense
because it's coming from Robby and  unmatched by anyone else I've ever had sex
with. Having sex makes everything  seems more physical and meaningful anyway,
but it's especially true at a higher  level when having sex with the person
I'm in love with. It's different in ways I  can't even describe.

Robby's  body feels different and more special to me than anyone else's,
and his scent is  the sexiest too, or maybe it's our combined scents. I never
thought of that  before, but whatever the reason, it's become an
irresistible aphrodisiac to me.  His scent and the rhythmic thrusting of his cock
creates all the sexual pleasure  imaginable. I moan his name and hug against him
while trying to absorb every  single pleasure sensations I'm sensing. That's
impossible though because they're  overwhelming. His fat cock stretches the
lips of my anus as it tightly slides  back and forth exciting uncountable
nerve endings there, and the fat head  traveling smoothly and deliciously
over my prostate while expanding the walls of  my bowels and it all blends
together with the steady, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds  of his lap smacking
against my ass. I'm in a dizzying otherworldly frame of mind  ruled by sexual
pleasure and love; nothing else can compare with it. Sex with  Robby is the
pinnacle of sexual pleasure for me.

My  face is warm as I moan and snuggle against Robby with sweat forming
between our  bodies, and the constant stimulation of his moving hips driving
his boner has me  hypnotized in a world of sexual pleasure that transcends
reality. My ears hear  only the, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of Robby fucking me
and our quiet moans of  pleasure, his arms squeezing around me, his hard
fat boner constantly sliding  tightly past the lips of my super sensitive anus
and over my prostate going in  and then reversing the pleasure coming back
out, and in and out, and, "Ooooh,  mmmm, Robby, mmmm, feels so good." How
many incredible minutes of ecstasy? I  don't know, but it ends too quickly. My
body gets stiff as every muscle tightens  in anticipation of my approaching
climax. My balls are hard up near the top of  their sack. It's too soon and
everything's happening much too fast, but there's  a gasping squeal from me
as sensations explode at the base of my boner when my  balls send my orgasm
up and out of my hard penis. I'm shaking as cum streaks  sizzling out with
Robby's grunting and humping against my buttocks pumping his  creamy load up
my ass. I can't catch my breath before another streaking stream  of cum
flies from my quivering boner only to get squished between our bodies.  Inside
my rectum it's gooey and warm now. Ejaculation triggers thousands of  nerve
endings at the base of our penises and thousands at the head, and the same
number at the base of our scrotums as the testes recess and it's the most
intense pleasurable sensation humans can experience. Bodily fireworks like
nothing else in the world. Nothing compares to ejaculating with Robby's cock
up  my ass. The greatest thrill there will ever be for me.

Robby's  still humping inside me even as my afterglow of climax begins
fading and our  stiff bodies relax slowly and then it's, "Aaaah, ooh," with
pounding hearts and  chests expanding. Only for a minute though before we get
into warm cuddles with  wet sloppy kisses. A final gasp, then, "I hope that
felt as good for you as it  did for me, Dylan. Oh my God, sex with you is
indescribable." We both stretch  our legs out flat on the bed and then I roll
off of him, his cock flopping out  of my ass, "Oooh..." then I murmur, "You too,
Rob," After another gasping inhale,  I mumble, "I can't even begin to tell
you how good that felt." Robby leans over  for another kiss as I run my
fingers through his hair, "I love you so much,  Robby! It's almost painful."

With Robby lifting up and laying half on my chest  we hug and kiss before
settling down with the side of Robby's face against my  shoulder and me rubbing
my hands gently over his shoulders and back. I murmur,  "You smell and feel
so good, Rob. We should probably think about becoming  boyfriends, don'cha
think?" He chuckles, "Yes, I was going to ask you to be my  boyfriend." I say,
"The word 'friend' in 'boyfriend' is such a comforting  concept, so yeah;
I'll be your boyfriend, Rob." We hug as we chuckle a little,  then lay
together touching each other without talking for a while.

This  is so nice, so perfect! I kiss his forehead holding the kiss for ten
seconds or  so, then whisper again, "I love you so much." We're in each
other's arms when we  doze off, me with a little smile of happiness and
contentment on my lips. Waking  up later I see Robby is up on his side leaning on
his elbow looking down at me  this time. I grin back at him, and he says,
"You're awesome to look at,  Dylan. When you're sleeping you look even younger
than normal. Hard to believe  you'll be twenty-one soon... we'll both be
twenty-one soon. Do you feel like  you're twenty-one years old?" Reaching up to
rub the side of his face, I go,  "Yeah, I do, even if I don't act like it at
times." He says, "You act just fine.  Don't change anything on my account."

Nodding my head, I mumble, "Okay, I  won't," and he says, "Do you ever think
about being the best looking guy either  of us has ever seen in our
lifetime. How's that feel?" I mutter, "Don't know to  be honest with you. I know I'm
nice looking, thanks to my parents, but you,  Chub, Conner, Dodger, and
others are all better looking than me. Hey, come to  think about it, we've
known some pretty boys, huh? More than our share, so lucky  us." He goes, "Ha!
Yeah, I guess we have, but you lead the parade." What can I  say to that? I
mean what can I say that won't sound like I'm searching for  compliments.

Keeping it general, I say, "It's extremely rare that we know so  many cute guys
around our age. During my extensive boy watching these past  twelve years
or so it's my opinion that only one in like twenty-five guys is as  cute or
nice looking as, for example, Matthew Flowers, from Merrimack." He  shakes
his head, "I'm not sure who he is, but I'll take your word for it. Of  course
there's more important parts of a person than how nice-looking they are."  I
go; "No shit," then we laugh and wrestle a little, enjoying the bodily
contact.

Robby's  rubbing his nose against mine again, then he says, "Ya know, when
we move into  our condo next spring I'm going to keep you in bed all day and
we'll fuck a half  dozen times or maybe more." I say, "Well, it won't be
necessary to tie me down,  I can assure you of that." We talk again about
Robby buying one of the condos in  the big 'Dickers and Son' project that starts
next spring. Hard to believe, but  we'll be mostly through our junior year
at Merrimack College by then. We won't  actually move into the condo because
it'll simply be an architect's drawing at  that point. By the end of next
summer though the blueprint for that section of  condos will be a reality,
but we won't move in then either because we'll be at  Merrimack for our senior
year. There's a specific condo reserved for Robby that  he'll put a twenty
perfect deposit on using his savings from the savings account  his parents
opened for him when he was born. Dodger has one too, the lucky  fucks. I say,
"Hey, shouldn't I be chipping in for the condo?" With a grin,  Robby asks,
"Ya got any money?" I'm like, "Of course I do, but Chubby and me are  buying
a motorbike today and the rest of the money I earn this summer I'll
probably use at college for books and stuff like that." He shrugs, "So I'll put
up the deposit and you'll chip in when you work at Dad's and my company. That
is  until the stork arrives." I grin, "So all your plans for us are in
place again,  huh?" He smiles, "Again? They've never stopped being in place."

He's still on  his side looking down at me as I lay on my back. Putting my
arms around the back  of his neck, I look him in the eyes, murmuring, "You're
right, mister head of  the household, they've always been in place." He leans
down kissing me, then  quietly says, "My plans will be firmly followed to
the letter unless altered by  you, mister behind the scene's head of the
household."

I  like the way Robby put that and we do a mushy kiss, then stop talking
and start  making out true-lovers style with deep slow kisses and gentle
caresses until our  naked bodies have shivers and delightful chills skittering up
and down our  spines. A little later Robby fucks me with both of us on our
sides, his arm over  my side, and it's a long slow fuck with quiet murmurs
of deep sexual pleasure.  My squeal at climax isn't as shrill as the first
one this morning. Cum spurts up  from my balls and out my boner at the same
instant I feel Robby's organs splash  inside me. It's one of the sexiest
lovers fuck we've ever had. As we lay on our  backs afterwards, Robby's arm under
the back of my neck, he quietly asks, "Did  you ever give a thought that
you might not follow through with the plans I told  you about when we
prematurely got engaged?" Taking a deep breath, I confess,  "For a while during my
time with Ryan I wondered if he wasn't a better match for  me, but ten
minutes after being with you the weekend you visited me I knew I was  wrong.

You're stuck with me, Rob. I want to live your dreams with you and no one  else."

He doesn't say anything for a minute, then mumbles, "Thanks, Dylan, that
means more to me than anything else in my life."

After  another hour of cuddling and mumbling words of love and talking
about our future  together, we have a recreational fuck in the shower giggling
at first until it  gets very arousing and Robby gives me a hard fucking
getting kind of rough and I  have an amazing climax, especially considering it's
my third one this morning.  Coming down off my sexual high I'm clinging to
Robby hugging him and feeling  more certain than ever that we can have it
all. Then I bath him and he baths me.  I don't ever remember being more in love
with Robby than I am this morning. He's  awesome and I like that he hasn't
grilled me about my summer in Marietta. He  asked that one question earlier,
and that was it. After getting dressed we walk  out of the bedroom and
there's my mom and Chubby's mom, Tris, standing there.  Wow, nice big smiles! We
just look at each other for a second, then mom and I  come together and we
hug really tightly while she kisses my face here and there.  Robby doesn't
escape the reunion as Tris, all five feet one inch of her, is  hugging a
blushing Robby. Then we switch and Tris and I are hugging while Mom  gives my
boyfriend a really sweet hug and a kiss, saying, "I'm so glad you  stayed with
my handsome son tonight, Rob. I know how much you two love each  other and
I think it's a beautiful thing." Now Tris and Mom are hugging, both  with
tears on their cheeks. Moms, ya know? Robby and I grin shaking our heads
slowly... moms are sometimes miracles.

With  Tris, Mom, and Robby at the kitchen bar drinking coffee I make us
individual  breakfast omelets of eggs, Canadian bacon, and cheese served with
an English  muffin. Just as I'm finish cooking mine Chubby pops in, saying,
"Nobody called  me for breakfast? Am I to be forgotten now that the prodigal
son has returned?"  The moms and Robby chuckle as Chubby comes around the
kitchen bar for a hug and  a quick kiss with me, then I give him my omelet and
crack a couple of more eggs  to make another one for myself. The moms are
very talkative and have the usual  questions. Chubby has a funny wise crack
answer to most of their questions,  while mostly Robby and I just smile
without saying much. Nobody makes a big deal  about Robby sleeping over and
everything's so nice I again need to fight back  tears of happiness. There are a
few general questions for me about the weather  in Georgia and the job and my
 golf lessons. The overall impression I give  through my answers is a
positive one without any details. I know the moms will  want details but they
know from experience with Chubby and me that specific  details rarely are
forthcoming from either of us. It's after one o'clock in the  afternoon by the
time the guys help me clean up the kitchen. The moms have three  hours before
they need to go to work which is barely enough time for them to  grab secret
smokes on Tris' balcony while gossiping about God-only-knows-what  before
beginning the long task of getting ready to go out. They're together so
much, but never run out of things to say to one another.

Chubby,  Robby, and I smoke on our balcony having another cup of coffee.

We're discussing  what we're going to do for housing at Merrimack junior year.

We're leaning  towards going back to the same apartment complex although
there's new apartments  being built that will be ready for occupancy next
month. They're more expensive,  but we'll check them out anyway. Maybe they'll
be worth the extra money. Around  two o'clock Robby needs to leave for one of
the ubiquitous 'Dickers and Son'  business meetings. Chubby's in the
bathroom when Robby and I kiss goodbye.  Robby's got an arm across my shoulders
squeezing, and my arm's around the back  of his waist squeezing him. He smiles
at me, asking, "Will you go out with me  tonight, Dylan?" I'm like, "On a
date you mean?" he grins nodding his head, and  I go, "Oh, I'd love to," and
he asks, "Do you think I could sleep over again  tonight?" I murmur, "You're
making me so happy, Robby. I love sleeping with  you." He shrugs, "Then
we're both happy because you make me happy all the time."  Robby has a sweet
way of being in charge. It's like I don't even notice he's  making decisions
for us because he makes it seem like he's asking my  permission.

Robby  lets go of me and we carry our coffee mugs inside and put them in
the  dishwasher. He grins at me, then rubs his hand over my head shaking his
head. I  mutter, "I know. I couldn't tell him no." Robby shrugs, "Hair grows
back, no  problem. Listen, I was thinking we could sleep together on
weekends the rest of  the summer. You know, switching from your place to mine. Time
flies and soon  we'll be living together anyway. For now I think it's a
good idea that everyone  realizes we're not just playing at this. We're in
love, and lovers have sex  together. Get 'em used to the idea." I nod my head,
"Whatever you say, Rob." Oh  man, I'm going to feel so fucking awkward
sleeping over at the Dickers. Ryan's  parents wouldn't let us sleep together, but
it didn't bother my mom. Robby's  parents though? I don't know about them. I
go, "Um, have you mentioned this  to your folks?" He goes, "No, we're just
going to do it. We're adults and we can  make our own decisions." As he's
leaving, he says, "I'll pick you up at six and  we'll have dinner with my
parents tonight. I'm sure they'd like to see you.  Okay? Maybe a movie after
that." Balls! His parents are okay, but just the four  of us for dinner?
Awkward! Then I think of the dinners with Ryan's parents and  feel bad thinking
negative thoughts about Robby's parents. I go, "Absolutely.  That'll be nice.

I'll see you at six, Rob." He pats my cheek, "Mmmm, I love you,  Dylan,"

then another quick kiss before we do a little wave at each other and  he's out
the door. Wow, Robby's so, um, confident. Maybe too confident. Sleeping
together in his parent's house, jeez! I already feel uncomfortable about that.

Hell, I'm uncomfortable about just the four of us having dinner together.

Chubby  comes out of the bathroom just as Robby's walking out the door.

They wave a  hand, "See ya later, dude." When Robby's gone, I say, "I'm having
dinner with  Robby and his parents tonight, Chub. Wanna join us?" he laughs,
"No fuckin' way,  bro. Dinner with the in-laws, huh?" I'm frowning, "C'mon,
Chub, maybe it'll be  Mr. Dicker's famous barbecue." He chuckles, "Sorry,
you're on your own with  that." I don't blame him one bit. We go into my
bedroom to login online. We're  gonna see about buying a used, or as they like
to say, 'previously owned'  motorbike. I'm sitting at my desk with Chubby
standing next to me leaning  over looking at the computer screen, his arm
across my shoulders. Google flashes  up sites for motorbike sales and  I click on
one. Turning my head I see Chubby staring at me, so I go, "What?" and  he
says, "You know I love you more than anything in the world, right?" I nod,
"Sure, Chub," and he goes, "It's crazy of me maybe,  but I never thought
you'd actually spend two months in Georgia. I just didn't  expect you'd do that,
and it hurt my feelings that you did." Dumbfounded, I go,  "Um, I, ah," and
he goes, "We really shouldn't  be apart that long, Dylan." I look down,
mumbling, "I told myself that I was  selfish to do it. I disrupted the lives of
the people I care about and love the  most in the world. I'm sorry,
Chubby."

He  quietly says, "It seems you can get along without me, Dylan, but I have
a hard  time getting by without you in my world." I go, "You're always with
your friends  or girlfriends, Chub, what are you talking about?" He goes,
"Dylan, we've never  before in our lives been apart for two days, never mind
two months. I found out  I can't be myself without seeing you every day, if
only for a little while. I  need to know you're safe and happy. You wouldn't
tell me in a text if  something's bothering you, I need to see you for
myself, then I know you're  okay." Biting on my bottom lip I'm nodding my head,
then say, "I was trying to  force myself to be more mature and I thought if
I could be on my own, knowing I  couldn't depend on you when something went
wrong, I'd be more mature. It was  stupid logic and I see that now. Earlier
I was thinking I deprived myself of  being with Robby, but losing two months
of you being in my life every day was  even a bigger loss. Like I said, I
was selfish, and I'm sorry." Chubby rubs my  head, "I don't think you're
selfish any more than I think you need to worry  about maturing. Mature at your
own chosen speed. I couldn't love you anymore  than I already do, so
maturing doesn't matter to me one bit. I don't even know  what you mean by that.

You're perfect the way you are right now and if anyone  tells you differently
tell them to go fuck themselves. We're the best friends  and brothers the
world has ever known, so why change?" I nod, then hug around  his waist and
we're quiet for a little bit.

Finally  I say, "Remember the poem we both like?" He goes, "Which one?" and
I recite, "I  sought my soul but my soul I could not see. I sought my God
but my God eluded  me. I sought my brother... and I found all three." I stand
up and we hug as  Chubby murmurs, "Oh, that poem. Yeah, it's a good one.

Don't go on any more  trips though, I live in your glow, Dylan." I'm crying
silently basking in  Chubby's love and infuriated at myself for going to
Georgia. Chubby lets go of  me, saying, "Now that we got that settled, lets check
out the motorbikes." I'm  wiping my tears with the heel of my hands as
Chubby's wiping his tears away with  the side of his fists. He mumbles, "Every
time you cry, I cry. Why is that?" I  shrug, and say, "I don't know, but that
was a good talk, Chub," and he chuckles,  "Yeah, it was. I've been working
on it all morning." We laugh a little, then hug  each other again before I
sit down smiling, asking, "I've got a glow, huh?" He  says, "I just threw
that in there to make you feel bad about leaving me." I'm  like, "No, I think I
do have a glow." He says, "Maybe a faint one,  bro."

We're  good. See, even if you disappoint a brother like mine he forgives
and maybe even  loves me more. So, I got that going for me. Chubby does too,
by the way. I say,  "We're awesome, Chub," and he chuckles, "I know, yeah, we
are awesome. Together  we're awesome." We get a grip on reality and Google
the cost for used motorbikes  and find a number of them to choose from for
under $1000. Then we Google  requirements for getting a motorbike license in
Massachusetts. Hmmm, we'd both  need to pass an on-road test after
completing a motorbike driving  course After paying for a license and insurance. Our
conclusion:  maybe a motorbike isn't a genius idea after all. Chubby says,
"Lets Google cheap car leases." We discover the leased cars advertised for
$99.00 a month are an illusion because in tiny print it says you need to
put  down $2999.00, then it's $99.00 a month. Fuck that! Chubby goes, "Let's
stick to  our original plan of getting a second car next summer." I mutter,
"A genius  idea, Chubby."

We  abandon the second means of transportation and drive to Parker's Park.

We're  going to do the four mile run we did as kids. It's two miles to a
rest area and  two miles back. Chubby and I ran the four miles maybe two or
three hundred times  when we were inseparable. Today is a hot day, so being
mature and sensible we  thought to bring bottles of water with us. Getting out
of our Jeep we look at  each other encouragingly as I put on a small
backpack for the bottles of water  and two yogurt bars. Chubby says, "Okay, let's
do this," and we start jogging.  At first we jog at the speed we went at when
we were kids, but after five  minutes we get realistic and jog a bit slower
and then we stop altogether with  sweat dripping off our faces. I say, "We
need to hydrate." Getting the bottles  of water out, I give one to Chubby
and he has a good idea, "Lets sit in the  shade while we hydrate." I nod and
then guzzle half the bottle of  water.

Sitting  in the shade with our backs against a big tree we light
cigarettes, drink our  water, and bitch about the heat while wiping the sweat off our
faces. Ten  minutes later we save the empty plastic water bottles to refill
at the rest area  and jog onward at a more sensible speed with Chubby
mumbling, "It's not like  we're in a race." No, we're not in a race. We're
reliving something we did  hundreds of times in the past for old' time sake. Twenty
minute later we stop  again with me complaining, "I've got a crimp in my
side." Chubby mutters, "Man  up, bro," then as he's looking around he asks,
"Did they move the  rest area further away?" I assume that's a rhetorical
question. It's a  large rest area with restrooms and vending machines so why
would they  move it?
Resuming  our trip down memory lane, Chubby says, "It's only two miles
supposedly, so  where the fuck is it?" I mumble, "We used to be there by now.

This fall we  should forget about weight lifting and get in the habit of
running three times a  week. We're in terrible shape. We used to run this in
under thirty minutes."  Chubby gasps for air and then we get to laughing, then
stop jogging altogether  and walk with Chubby saying, "Jogging is greatly
overvalued. Seriously, I mean,  sure we can do some light jogging between
classes on campus, but once we're in  the business world what good is a whole
bunch of jogging." I go, "Absolutely  correct, bro, and how about the fanatics
you see jogging in freezing winter  weather or in torrential downpours.

Idiots!" he goes, "Yeah, and they jog  right in the streets. Streets are for
cars!" I go, "Hey! I recognize this place.  See the tree that was hit by
lighting about twenty years ago?" He  nods, and I go, "The rest area's right
around the corner a little past that dead  tree." And it is too.

We  walk around the bend and up to the rest area where we see a group of
older  people, like in their forties. They're all dressed in marathon gear,
gulping  down water and adjusting their head bands. Chubby mutters under his
breath,  "Assholes," and I bust out laughing, then ask, "How do you know
they're  assholes?" We walk right by them heading for the building with the rest
rooms  and vending area. Chubby goes, "Those men are like the jerk-offs who
get dressed  up in all the tight bicycling gear and then ride their
thousand dollar  bikes twice around the block and then go home for a martini." We
walk inside as  I tell Chubby, "You've got some antisocial tendencies, Chub."

We get Cokes and  Butterfingers candy bars from the vending machines in
lieu of my mom's yogurt  bars, as I say, "It's not fair of me to take my mom's
yogurt bars." Chubby take  a big bite from his Butterfingers candy bar,
saying, "You're right, plus yogurt  bars blow." I nod agreement and we sit on
the bench to finish our snack. Chubby  asks, "Isn't there a shortcut back to
the car?" That gets me laughing  again because he was so serious when asking
that.

I  tell him about the marine I encountered here and what a hard-ass that
guy was. I  don't mention I got my first blow job from the guy or that he was
actually  the most dominant person I've ever run into at that point in my
life. Fat Carl  was a bully more than a dominant type, although it's hard to
tell the difference  I guess. Chubby asks, "Why didn't you tell me about that
marine prick before,  Dylan? I'd have come with you with a baseball bat." I
mutter, "That's why I  didn't tell you." The real reason of course is that
the marine fascinated me and  I looked for him each time I jogged out here.

He was here a few times too and  each time he dominated me more. It was
awesome too, but then I was an  inexperienced seventeen year old just being
broken into gay sex by fat  Carl.

As  we're walking down from the rest room we see the group of middle aged
men and  woman jogging off. Chubby and I share a cigarette and then begin a
slow jog back  the way we came. For some reason I bring up the concussion
Chubby got during  that fight with Freddie and Chico Chavez years ago. I'm
like, "Man, we got our  asses kicked that morning, Chubby." He shrugs, "Yeah,
but we got the day off  from school, so..." I'm like, "A day off from school
is not worth you getting  concussed." The story is, we were on our way to
school when we had the  misfortune to run into a couple of school drop-outs
known as the nefarious  Chavez brothers. We're in a reminiscing mood but that
memory is the only  negative one we talk about. Mostly we recall the funny
stuff that's happened to  us over the years. We do not mention the time Chubby
took revenge on that  asshole, Joel, for what Joel did to me. And we don't
reminisce about the  hell I brought down on Ricky and his father of
window-washer infamy. Actually it  was mom's boyfriend at the time, Jake, who owed
me a favor for not telling that  he basically raped me, and he was the one
who brought hell down on those sickos  for what they did to Chubby. Those two
incidents are not the fun kind of  reminiscing so we rarely mention either
incident. They were too  serious... and, um, slightly criminal.

Halfway  back to the Jeep we're walking again when Robby texts me saying
his  meeting's over early and how about we meet him at his house for a swim.

Chubby's  all over that idea and we jog for five minutes before resuming the
more sensible  pace, also known as walking. At the car I crank-up the air
conditioning and  drive away from Parker's Park with Chubby asking, "Who's
idea was that anyway?"  We're refreshed by the time I pull up to the garage at
our condos. Going in  through the garage, I mumble, "My bathing suit is
probably still wet from  last night. Robby and I had a midnight  dip in the
pool." Chubby says, "Bro, you have about ten bathing suits." He goes  up to his
condo. I go through my bottom bureau drawer pulling out bathing suits.  I
don't have ten, but I do have six. One of them is Dodger's tight Speedo from
the first day I met him and Robby. Oh fuck! I remember Robby inviting me for
a  swim. Dodger was there and since I didn't have a swim suit with me he
took his little tight Speedo off for me to wear. There were skid marks at the
 inside crotch. Dodger watched me with his big eyes, standing there naked
as a  jay bird with his four inch dick shriveled-up from swimming. He didn't
care. Ha ha, fuck! Maybe I'll wear it today, minus the skid marks, and see
if Robby remembers. Heh heh, and then again maybe I won't.

As  I'm driving the Jeep to Robby's, Chubby riding shotgun, I give a
thought to  begging off dinner with the Dickers because it my first Saturday night
back with  my brother. "Um, Chub, since you won't eat at the Dickers
tonight, I'll tell  Robby you and me are going out to dinner my first Saturday
night back." Chubby  shakes his head, "I'm sorry, Dylan, but I've got a date
tonight. If you were  going back to Georgia tomorrow of course I'd be with you
tonight, but since  you're home for good I told Lynchie I'd go with her to
her sorority  sister's cook-out after all." I go, "Lynchie?" and he says,
"Kathy Lynch.  Her nickname is Lynchie." Frowning, I mutter, "My first
Saturday night back and  you're going to a cook-out with someone named Lynchie?" He
laughs and pats my  shoulder, "It's you and your boyfriend's Saturday
night, bro." I nod, "Yeah,  you're right, but dinner with his parents?" I tell
Chubby about Robby's  idea that he and I sleep at each other's house on
weekends." Chubby says,  "Ballsy move on Rob's part, but I can see his point. Make
the transition  easier for when you two are living together." Yeah, I
guess.

After  parking the Jeep in the Dicker's driveway we walk to the backyard
and see Robby  and his parents drinking lemonade sitting around an outdoor
table with a  big umbrella over the table giving them shade from the hot sun.

Robby gets  up and gives me a hug and a kiss on the lips. My face gets hot
and red as Robby  bumps fists with Chubby. Chubby's flashing his awesome
smile, saying, "We meet  again, huh, Mr. and Mrs. Dickers. Nice seeing you guys."

Mr. Dickers stands up,  saying, "Yes, Jeffrey, we should have Rob's crew
over more often." Then he looks  at me, asking, "And who's this handsome young
man?" Quite the kidder, that Mr.  Dickers.  He holds out his hand and I
shake it with an uncertain grin,  "Nice to see you, Mr. Dickers," then an
uncomfortable, "Hi, Mrs. Dickers." She  says, "You can do better than that,
Dylan. Give me a hug." I go, "Heh heh, of  course," and walk around the table to
do a awkward standing/sitting  hug."

We  make small talk for a minute or so, then Mrs. Dickers says, "It's too
hot out  here for me. I'm going inside to cool off. Nice to have you back,
Dylan. It'll  be nice catching up on what's been going on in your life during
dinner." Mr.  Dickers says, "I've got some work to do, so I'll see you boys
later. Enjoy a  swim and there's cold beer in the pool house if you're
interested." He pats my  shoulder, "See you at dinner, Dylan, and you can
enlighten me about your bizarre  haircut." Robby goes, "DAD! You'll embarrass
Dylan." His dad chuckles, mumbling,  "Sorry," as he heads for the back door. I
can imagine him thinking... if I'm not  embarrassed by my haircut I probably
don't embarrass easily. Or something  along those lines. Robby says to me,
"Dad was only kidding." I shrug and Chubby  says, "Cannon balls!" and the
three of us regress back to an earlier time and  run, then do cannon balls into
the pool with big splashes of water sloshing on  the granite walk around the
in-ground pool.

We  swim, dunk each other, and float on the various blow-up devices
drifting in the pool. Nice way to spend an hour or so, then smoke  a cigarette and
drinking a beer in the pool house deciding to drive up  to North Andover
tomorrow and check out those new apartments. They're not all  built yet, but
there's a couple of model apartments we can look at. Around  five o'clock
Chubby says he needs to take off to get showered and so forth for  his date
tonight. I say, "Yeah, me too. I'll come with you 'cause I've got a hot  date
tonight myself." Robby says, "Stay here, Dylan, you can shower here and  wear
my clothes." I shake my head, "Nah, I'll go with Chub and change at home."

Chubby gets up off the deck chair in was sitting in and says, "Let's go
then,"  and Robby looks at me, "If you shower here I won't need to pick you
up," then he  says to Chubby, "Dylan's gonna stay here. We'll see you tomorrow
at brunch,  then drive up to North Andover and check-out those apartments.

I'll bring a  check to put down as a deposit if we decide we like the
apartment." Chubby  shrugs, then looks at me, "Dylan?" asking if I agree with Robby
that I'm staying  here. I mumble, "I'll do what Robby wants. Lets meet
around ten in the morning  to do food shopping for brunch." Chubby says, "You
got it, bro," and we do a  minor hug goodbye. Robby and Chubby bump fist and
we walk Chubby to the Jeep. We  watch him go then Robby puts his arm across
my shoulders, saying, "You need to  get comfortable with my parents, babe.

I'll help ease the way. They like you a  lot though, so just relax, okay?"

Jeez, Robby might have more of an  'in-charge' attitude than Ryan, except
Robby's not obvious about it. Well,  he is head of the household after all. I
give him a little smile, asking, "What  should we do now, Rob?"


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


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