Date: Wed, 13 Jan 2016 16:18:40 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME Chapter 5

DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME


Chapter  5


By  Donny Mumford


Standing  in the Dickers' driveway Robby and I watch Chubby drive off in
the Jeep.  The three of us had a swim in Robby's backyard pool, then an iced
cold beer and  a smoke in the pool house while making plans to check out new
apartments being  built near Merrimack College. It's now a little past five
o'clock on a Saturday  afternoon and time to get cleaned-up for dinner. I'd
be more comfortable doing  that at my place, but Robby convinced me it makes
more sense for me to shower  here. It'll save him a drive over to my condo
to pick me up and then drive right  back to his house. I ask, "What are we
gonna do now, Rob?" He grins, "Whaddaya  think? We're going to shower and
maybe mess around a little later on." I nod my  head but I'm feeling
uncomfortable about having sex in Robby's bedroom with his  parents in the house. What
if they come upstairs and hear the sounds of us  fucking? At Ryan's his
parents had no reason to venture up to my bedroom on the  third floor so I felt
more comfortable there.

I'm  following Robby towards the back door of his house when he stops and
takes my  hand. I go, "No, Rob! I feel weird holding hands in front of your
parents." He  goes, "Yeah, okay, me too. I just thought you might want to,"
and as we go  inside, I say, "Normally I would, but not in front of your
parents." His  mother's in the kitchen grating cabbage, for coleslaw I imagine.

She looks up  saying, over-enthusiastically, "Oh my, it's so nice seeing
Robert beaming again  now that you're back in town, Dylan. Welcome home, son."
She means well but  she's usually over-the-top about everything. It's either
fantastically wonderful  or call 911. Very little middle ground with her
and just now she managed to  embarrass both Robby and me at the same time.

Robby mumbles, "I'm not beaming,  mom, I'm just happy Dylan's home like
everyone is." Robby's dad is the opposite  of his mom; he's too serious all the
time. Mr. Dickers is all about his  business. Robby was similarly very serious
when we first started going out,  certainly too serious for a seventeen year
old, but he's changed. He's still  extremely conscientious, but he
lightens-up at times too and I know I've been a  good influence on Robby in that
regard.

As  we go upstairs I realize how infrequently I've been in his bedroom. At
most just  a couple of times before this. It's usually my bedroom we
gravitate to because  mom's working most of the time Robby and I want to use my
bedroom for sex or  general messing around. This morning was the exception as
she was in bed when  Robby and I had great sex together. My mom was sleeping
though, and there are  two tiled bathrooms absorbing sounds separating our
bedrooms, meaning our  bathrooms are back to back. Robby's bedroom overlooks
the backyard with his  parents bedroom across the hall one door down and
that's too close for comfort  if you ask me. The sound of my involuntary squeal
at climax carries, so I'll  need to be conscious about that and try keeping
it down. A potentially awkward  situation though.

Robby  says, "Would you mind taking your shower first while I answer a
couple of  emails?" I shrug, "Okay, Rob," and pull my t-shirt over my head, then
sit on the  edge of his bed to take my sneakers and socks off. Robby has a
double bed and  his bedroom is larger than mine, but not by much. It's a
normal size bedroom  where Ryan's is spacious, and forget about Willie's.

Willie has a suite with all  the electronic toys you can imagine to go along with
the expensive looking  furnishings throughout. His bathroom is ridiculously
large with everything  sparkling clean and gleaming. It's cleaned every day
by a cleaning lady. I'm  sure there's a politically correct word nowadays
for 'cleaning lady', but I  don't know what it is. Maybe it's 'maid'.

Dropping my shorts I pad into the  bathroom naked rubbing Robby's head as I go by
him at his desk. He looks up  smiling, "It's awesome you're with me at home,
Dylan. It seems more special here  than at our college apartment." I mumble,
"Yeah, it's, um... different."
In  the bathroom I'm not sure if it would be more impolite to close the
door or  leave it open. At school we only close the door when doing number two,
but leave  it open for every other reason one uses a bathroom. I leave it
open. His  bathroom has a tub with a shower curtain, not a separate shower
stall like I  prefer. Robby calls out, "There are clean towels and washcloths
under the sink."  I'm like, "Yeah, thanks, Rob." Taking a clean towel and a
washcloth I hang them  over the shower curtain rod at the foot of the tub
and turn the water on. Oooh,  good water pressure! It's a quick shampoo and
shower using Robby's manly scented  bath gel and shampoo. When I turn off the
water I see Robby's through the  translucent shower curtain taking a piss in
the toilet.

As  I'm pulling back the shower curtain, Robby's turning his head, asking,
"Nice  shower, huh?" I go, "Yeah, great water pressure." He smiles, "Damn,
you've got a  hot body, Dylan." I mutter, "Thanks, and it's clean too." He
finishes peeing and  drops his shorts, telling me, "I was texting with Dodger.

He's doing great, but  he still hasn't found a boyfriend. He says Connor's
boyfriend is really nice as  a person, but he's not especially hot or cute,
if you know what I mean." I'm  drying myself, asking, "Can I use your
computer to text with him?" He goes, "He  and Connor just left for the PX to tie
on a load." Well, that sounds like  Dodger, but not Connor. I shrug, "Which
of your clothes can I wear?" He turns  the shower on, "Any damn thing you
want, babe. Go through my bureau drawers and  closet and chose whatever strikes
your fancy." I hesitate to ask this, but do  anyway, "Um, is there any kind
of dress code for dinner?" He laughs out loud,  then says, "I assume you're
joking," and I go, "You assumed correctly." I didn't  think there'd be a
dress code, but it doesn't hurt to be sure.

Standing  in front of his bureau naked I'm checking out the stuff neatly
arranged on top,  then use Robby's Mennen's Original scent deodorant because
it smells good.  Robby's been using this deodorant since he noticed the scent
on me way back  when. He has a couple bottles of cologne too; probably
Christmas gifts, but we  never use cologne. Going through his bureau drawers I
see Robby's got some cool  clothes to choose from, but I don't take his new
stuff. Instead I choose a  much-worn Red Sox t-shirt, a pair of his jockey
shorts, 'cause it's sexier  wearing his jockey underwear than boxers, and a
generic pair of cargo shorts.  Why do we say 'pair' of pants when we mean one?
Oh well there's  probably a reason and I probably don't care what it is.

Instead of putting my  sneakers back on I step into an old pair of Robby's top
siders without socks.  I'm not a snoop so I don't check the 'History' on
Robby's computer. Logging in  to my email I see one from Ryan. A short email
saying he hopes my trip home was  okay and he misses me. I write a short
email back reassuring him everything went  okay and thanking him for driving me
to the airport. Then tell him how much the  taxi fare from Logan to home
was. Then say I miss him too, but don't get too  deeply into it. They are some
texts that I respond with some humorous quips. At  least I think they're
humorous.

Lying  on Robby's bed I'm evaluating if I was fair to Ryan this summer and
conclude  that I was. Neither of us has much to bitch about the other. He
got too much  into himself the last two weeks going overboard with Mike at
night, but then  Mike was Ryan's first boyfriend so I can understand him
getting carried away. To  his credit he continually apologized for ignoring me,
but couldn't help himself  I guess. Anyway it worked out well for both of us
in the end. I've always  thought Ryan was a sexy mothafucka, as Dog would
say. Still, sex with Robby  is on a different plateau somehow. Plus, afterwards
our sex seems more  meaningful than side-sex, which is primarily physical
more than anything else.  Still I enjoy side-sex a lot although sex with
Robby can't be duplicated by  anyone I've had buddy sex with, including Ryan.

Sex with Robby makes me feel  special because we both care a great deal about
sharing mutual pleasure during  sex. Giving a side-sex buddy pleasure rarely
enters my mind. I know he must be  getting pleasure from it, but that's not
really my intention. Side-sex buddies  are doing it pretty much for
themselves. During sex with Robby our physical  bodies, plus our hearts and souls,
are pleasured. That's because we're in love  with each other.

It's  sounds improbably silly for me to say Robby and I were destined for
each other,  but I don't know, maybe we were.  It's a fact I forced myself to
meet Robby  and he's the only person I've ever met like that. God knows
we'd never have met  otherwise. We were both shy, Robby more so than me. Was it
fate that fat Carl  forced himself on me, which led to him appointing me as
editor of the school  paper my senior year? I mean, if that hadn't happened
I wouldn't have had a  reason to approach Robby about having him write for
the paper. Fate or destiny?  It wasn't till later I learned Robby was
infatuated with me even before we met.  So it seems like destiny, or maybe someone
could say it's merely coincidence. Or  maybe coincidence and fate is the
same thing. I've read where some `thinkers'  claim fate and freewill are
intertwined. And, ha ha, I wonder why I think about  shit like this? There's
never going to be a definitive answer anyway, so I'm  going to go with the
concept that Robby and I were destined to be together. It's  a cool concept.

Robby  walks into the bedroom naked, drying his hair with a towel, "You
look like  you're deep in thought, Dylan. Whaddaya thinking about?" I go,
"Nothing except  our destinies and how they're intertwined, or something like
that." He goes, "I  think we were destined to be together too, so don't fight
it." I chuckle, "I'm  not fighting it, Rob. I'm embracing it." Throwing his
damp towel at me, he's  grinning, saying, "It's about time."
When  Robby's dressed we stomp downstairs to the dining room. As we go I'm
reciting  dinner grace in my head, just in case. Then I find we're
apparently going to be  serving ourselves buffet style in the kitchen. "Sit anywhere
you want, Dylan,"  says Mrs. Dickers, who's just finished setting the table.

I mumble, "Yes,  ma'am," then pick up a plate and follow Robby into the
kitchen. The roast beef  has been sliced. Robby takes two slices, so I do too.

There are baked potatoes  that I see Robby splitting and adding butter, than
gravy. I do the same, then  from a casserole dish that's sitting on a
warming tray I spoon out some  succotash of lima beans and corn that are swimming
in butter. Robby picks up one  of the individual salad bowls of romaine
lettuce, tomatoes, and cucumbers in an  oil and vinegar dressing, so I do too
while wondering, 'Where's the coleslaw'?  Robby and I go into the dining room
and sit across from each other. He says,  "Dig in while everything's hot."
He begins eating as I glance into the kitchen  where Robby's parents are
fixing their plates. Huh, talk about informal  dining!
His  parents join us with Mr. Dickers asking, "Do you guys want wine with
your  dinner?" Robby goes, "No thanks, I'm good. How 'bout you, Dylan?" I
say, "No,  thank you," and obviously there's no need for me or anyone else to
say grace  before dinner since we're already eating. Robby's dad pours a
glass of wine for  Mrs. D. and himself, as Mrs. D. asks Robby, "Are you staying
at Dylan's again  tonight, Rob?" Robby nods, "Yes, we're going to spend the
weekends together,  first at Dylan's and then here." His mother glances at
Mr. D. who shrugs with a  surprised expression on his face. An awkward
silence follows, so I say, "Thank  you for inviting me to dinner. Everything's
delicious," and Mrs. D. goes  overboard, enthusiastically saying how polite I
am, finishing with, "And a  perfect gentlemen too." Robby rolls his eyes at
me, grinning, but says nothing.  Then Mr. D. begins talking to Robby about
business as Mrs., D. asks me, "What  was the best part about your trip to
Georgia?" I say, "Um, I guess proving to  myself I can do okay in a totally
alien environment." Well, that's apparently  the most interesting thing she's
ever heard. She tells me, "Oh my goodness,  Dylan! That's so insightful! You
know, that's just what my youngest boy, Dodger,  said when I asked him about
basic training. You boys are so courageous!" Oh  brother. I say, "I miss
Dodger," and she makes a face, mumbling, "The mister and  I are still angry at
him for pulling that Army stunt." Oh, courageous has left  the building
apparently.

It's  not totally awkward during dinner, just not terribly comfortable.

Robby's  parents remain in character; his mom's too overboard about everything
and his  father's too business-serious. The food? Well, Mrs. D. can't hold a
candle to  Mrs. W. in the kitchen. Finally Robby's father asks, "Hey,
Dylan, I've been  meaning to ask you, what's with all your goofy haircuts." He
mentioned that  outside too. Robby's pissed off, "DAD! There's nothing goofy
about his haircut."  His father says, "For as long as I've known Dylan he's
had one unusually short  haircut after another. One summer it was a mohawk,
and then a skin head, and  like that." Robby says, "He likes short hair,
what's wrong with that?" Mrs. W.  chastises her husband, "That was so rude,
Bob!" and Bob says, "My apologies,  Dylan. I didn't mean to embarrass you." I
mutter, "No problem. Rob's right, I  like short hair, but I'm letting my hair
grow the rest of the summer." Robby  beams at me, then says, "See, Dad." His
father mumbles, "I like short hair on  boys too. I didn't mean anything
negative by it." Two things: one, he says he  didn't mean anything negative,
but he called my haircut 'goofy' which is not  normally associated with any
form of compliment that I'm aware of. And two, he  sincerely seems to feel bad
about dissing me, so that's nice of  him.

After  dinner Mrs. D. says, "I'm sorry I don't have dessert, boys. If my
number one son  had informed me we were having company for dinner, just a
little bit in advance,  I would have had a dessert." Robby mumbles, "No problem,
mom, this was  delicious." I compliment his mom on the dinner again, then
Robby and I go  outside for a cigarette. We don't even take our dishes to the
kitchen, never  mind cleaning the kitchen like at Ryan's house. There was
something about the  Wilcox's formal dinners that I kind of liked, but on the
whole I like the  Dickers' informal one better.

Sitting  on lawn chairs around the pool we light Marlboros and Robby goes,
"Hey, why  don't I take you over to see the new construction. It's really
sharp with the  new office buildings and all. There's two entrances now; the
one you're familiar  with and the one for our design and engineering
department. Remember the old  storage and supply garage? It was torn down and
rebuilt twice as big. New  equipment too." I ask, "Did they build a new locker
room for the lawn cutting  crews?" Robby shakes his head, "No, it's the same as
you remember it.  Supervisors got a new locker room though, and with
individuals shower stalls.  It's really an impressive complex, but now our
company's in debt up to its  eyeballs." I ask, "Isn't your dad worried about that?"
Robby shakes his head,  "Nah, the company's getting something like a
million dollars on October  first, and again December first for jobs in progress
that'll be finishing up,  plus the landscaping side of the business is a
steady cash cow." Robby goes on,  "Then the first of the year our design
department will complete a landscaping  design for a six hundred unit townhouse
somewhere in Connecticut. We're not  implementing the landscaping, just doing
the design." I go, "And then there's  that big project you won the bids on
last year." He goes, "That's right,  and that's a eighteen month project that
will be extremely profitable for  Dickers and Son. We're doing all the
foundation excavations as well as grading  and laying the roads and sidewalk. And
of course the landscaping, both design  and implementation." I didn't know
roads got graded. I wonder if they're hard  markers.

Huh,  and I thought his dad was running a grass cutting business. How Robby
can keep  on top of all those projects I have no idea. He says, "And there
are like a  dozen other smaller projects in various stages of completion.

We've got four  full time salesmen now." Guess I don't have a head for
business, but growth like  they're experiencing I would think is too much too fast.

What do I know though!?  Finished my smoke I go, "Ya know I would like to
see the new complex, Rob." I'm  not really all that interested in seeing it,
but Robby's so enthused about it I  want to make him feel good. He nods his
head, smiling and obviously excited  about showing it all off. On the way
over, with Robby driving his pickup, he  says, "We can still catch a movie
after I show you the new offices if you want."  I'm like, "Sure, what movies
are playing?" He tells me three movies he'd like to  see and we settle on a
sic-fi one, but first Robby's pride and joy... the new  'Dickers and Son'
complex.

When  we drive up I don't even recognize the place. That's mostly because
the area I'm  familiar with is behind the new construction, plus we came in a
different  entrance. It's big and new and obviously the surrounding
landscaping is  beautifully done. There's a big wood designer-sign that reads,
'Dickers and Son'  tactfully done with etched-out letters painted gold on a
maroon background.  Under the big letters spelling 'Dickers and Son' are smaller
letters,  'Landscaping and Design' and under that in smaller letters still...

Coordinating  with condominium, townhouse, row house, track home
construction'.  It's a  big sign, and as if reading my mind, Robby says, "That sign
cost two thousand  dollars." then he asks, "What do you think?" Looking at the
new big main office  building I'm thinking it's probably modern
architecture or something, but to me  the building looks more like the box a building
would come in, but I say, "WOW!  It's awesome, Robby!" He grins, "I think so
too."
He  drives me all around the new construction and then to the area I'm
familiar with  that now seems shabby by comparison. The original work area
hasn't changed much  other than seeming much smaller than I remembered because of
the big new  buildings. Landscaping, which is ninety percent grass cutting,
has become the  smallest part of their business. It still pisses me off
that the name of the  company isn't, 'Dickers and Sons', with and 'S' at the
end of son for Dodger.  Mr. Dickers seems petty not including Dodger just
because he joined the Army.  Dodger will be out in two years and he's already
got his high school equivalence  degree. I'm not going to bring up that touchy
subject with Robby though because  I don't want to put a damper on his high
spirits at the moment.

After  touring the grounds for much longer than I feel was necessary, we
drive towards  the Framingham multiplex, which is a twelve screen movie
theater. On the way I'm  hoping Mr. Dickers knows what the fuck he's doing. If he
doesn't, and the  business goes up in smoke, Robby will be crushed. He's so
proud of his dad and  very much depending on a career working for their
company. It means  so much to Robby. During the three-plus years we've known
each other their  business has grown ten fold. That's what seems scary to me.

Again though, what  do I know? For now my boyfriend is happy about 'Dickers
and Son'. Still, if  anything goes wrong I'm going to be so pissed off at his
father I don't know  what I'll do. Oh man, I gotta start thinking positive
thoughts. I'm sure they  know what they're doing.

We  park at the multiplex which is part of a huge up-scale strip mall. As
Robby  parks I see Manny Ruez and Bean, both ex-posse boys, standing outside
the movie  theater. Brainiac Manny and clueless Bean. Ha ha, quite a duo!
They're facing  away from us talking when we come up behind them. Manny has a
recent haircut so  he's evidently adjusted to not getting free haircuts from
me, but Bean's like  Sonny in that he obviously hasn't had a haircut since
the one I gave him last  Thanksgiving. I say, "If it isn't Theodore
Tesdavery the third and my brainiac  friend, Manny." They both turn around and Bean
grabs me for a two arm hug,  saying, "You're the only one who can remember
my real name, Dylan," then he  adds, "I saw Sonny and he told me you're back.

He's here with his gangsta  motorbike friend. Hey, when can you give me a
haircut like Sonny's?" Same ol'  Bean.

As  Manny and I do the posse boy greeting, I tell Bean, "Text me about the
haircut,  Bean. I'm happy to do it for you."  Manny's quietly saying,
"Dylan, you're  as sang-froid as ever. Um, leaning heavily on the urban
dictionary's meaning of  the word." I go, "Hey, thanks, Manny, you're cool too," and
his eyebrows go up,  surprised I knew the 'sang-froid reference. Robby knows
the boys from playing  baseball a few times last summer and they bump fists,
as I ask, "You boys coming  out of the movie or going in?" Bean says,
"We're going in. Sit with us." I  glance at Robby, who doesn't seem thrilled
about sitting with the guys, but he  shrugs, so we follow the boys into the
theater. Bean stops and  whisper to me, "Um, same thing as last year, Dylan?"
I'm like, "Whaddaya mean?"  and he goes, "After my haircut, you know." Oh, he
wants  me to suck his long skinny dick and then let him fuck me with it when
it's hard.  I go, "We'll see, Bean."
It's  crazy, but I've got that same intriguing sense about Bean I had last
fall. He's  goofy, but his tall skinny body and long skinny pecker do
something to my brain.  He's buying popcorn at the refreshment stand in front of
me. Shaggy head of hair  on a head that sits atop a too-long neck. I don't
know what it is about him. I  mean, he's so clueless and not really cute at
all, but there's something about  him I'm attracted to sexually. Robby wants
to share a medium bag of popcorn with  me so that's what I get and then we
all wander into the number 12 theater just  as the previews for coming
attractions start playing. Bean bumps Manny out of  the way so he can sit next to
me with Robby on my other side. Robby's  concentrating on the previews only
occasionally putting his hand in the popcorn  bag that I'm holding for us.

Bean leans over whispering to me, his lips  occasionally brushing my ear, "Are
you gonna try to see if Ray will take you  back as his boyfriend. I only
ask because he already has a boyfriend." I mutter,  "No, and I don't care."
Bean asks. "What's that mean?" I whisper, "No, I'm not  going to even talk to
Ray, and I don't care that he has a boyfriend. Now please  shut the fuck
up." People behind us go, "Shhhh," and Bean turns around, saying,  "Shhh,
yourself. Mind your own business." I'm shaking my head  slowly.

The  feature presentation starts as Bean reaches over to hold my hand,
again  whispering in my ear, "What I was getting at is you can be my boyfriend
since  Ray already has one." I can't help grinning at this nut-case as I'm
pulling my  hand away from his, going, "Shhhh." Bean tries grabbing my hand
again and spills  half his popcorn on the floor. I can't help but laugh. Robby
leans over, saying,  "Switch seats with me," which I do feeling a tingling
in my dick at the way he  said that. Bean goes, "Hey!" This is a better
seating arrangement, but I'm still  grinning. Fucking Bean! Again I'm reminded
of the difference between being in  Framingham, Massachusetts, and being in
Marietta, Georgia. The gay and bi boys  here appreciate moi. The movie's good
and the special effects are mind blowing.  Soon I'm deep into the movie and
not thinking about anything else. That's what's  good about movies; you
lose yourself for a couple of hours leaving any cares you  might have behind
for a while. Not that I have any real 'cares' to leave  behind.

On  the way out after the movie I dump the empty popcorn bag in the trash
feeling a  little dizzy after eating most of that over-salted treat. Outside
Bean asks,  "Can I come over for a haircut tomorrow?" I go, "Not on Sunday,
Bean, text me  next week." The four of us critique the movie and then Manny
says, "C'mon, Bean,  I'll give you a ride home. I gotta get up early
tomorrow morning. Nice seeing  you, Dylan. Rob, you too." No posse boy goodbye from
Manny but I get another big  hug from Bean, plus a goose on my ass. As we
walk to the car, Robby asks,  "What's up with that Bean kid?" I go, "He wants
a haircut and I think he has a  little crush on me too." Robby goes, "He's
gay?" and I go, "I'm not sure; he  doesn't say he is." Actually I know that
Bean doesn't think he's gay. He's like  Sonny and only does the male sex
parts meaning the screwing and getting his dick  sucked. That would be too much
information for Robby though. Plus, we keep any  side-sex we happen to come
across to ourselves. And I not sure I'll have any  side sex with Bean
anyway.

Robby  asks, "Ya wanna get something to drink, or maybe a cone at the Dairy
Queen?"  Shrugging, I go, "Sure, if you want to." At the Dairy Queen, for
once, there's  no one here I know. Robby buys us both a chocolate dipped
medium cone and we sit  at a picnic table licking them. Robby says, "Damn, I
can't get over how it feels  funny seeing you right here next to me. It seems
so long since we just hung out  together. And I realize now that I was
missing you more than I even thought I  was." I go, "That's so sweet of you to
say, Rob. I missed you too and I'm glad  to be right here with you right now.

Really glad," and I lean over bumping my  shoulder against his. Surprising me
he then leans his head over and kisses me on  the lips. His lips are cold
from the soft serve imitation ice cream. I even  blush a little while looking
around. Robby chuckles, "Hell, you're the one who  got me showing affection
in public and now you're worried someone saw us  kissing." I say, "I'm not
worried a bit, and may I say you're an excellent  student too for learning
so well." I lean over and kiss him on the lips. No one  is paying any
attention to us, which is the way it should be.

After  finishing the cones we ride towards my condo as Robby's asking,
"Remember all  the times we had sex in this pickup, babe?" I go, "Yes, of course
I do. Many  awesome memories, Robby." I'm staring at the side of his face
feeling very  attracted to him and he hasn't done anything especially bossy
or been  particularly in-charge about anything. He's just being himself which
I find  irresistible. Not only his handsome looks with his pathetic,
although very sexy  little mustache, but he seems macho to me. Maybe it's the way
he was talking  with his dad about business sounding very knowledgeable, and
his dad asking  Robby's opinion about a couple of things. I respect and
feel proud of Robby... ya  know, proud he's 'my man'. It's goofy, that 'my man'
stuff, but it makes my dick  move just the same. He turns his head grinning
and looking boyish as he says, "I  could feel you staring at me, boyfriend."
I quietly ask, "Would you do it with  me in the pickup tonight, Rob?" He
goes, "Damn, I was just thinking about that,  but was worried you'd think it
was dumb." I go, "No, it'll be cool. How about at  the end of the Subway
restaurant's strip mall?" Robby looks at me, "You got it,  babe, I remember that
place."
It's  a five minute drive to the six-unit strip mall with only the Subway
shop still  open this late at night. At the end of the strip of stores Robby
turns onto the  dark alley and parks halfway between the store front, a UPS
store, and the  dumpster at the end of the alley. He puts the electric
windows down, then turns  off the pickup. It's dark and quiet with only the faint
sound of an occasional  car going by on the street thirty yards behind us.

There's also a faint but  gross smell coming from the dumpster twenty feet
in front of us. We look at each  other and make a face, then say almost at
the same time, "What if a cop car...?"  Then Robby says, "We must have been
crazy to screw here. Cop cars patrol these  stores when they're closed." I'm
looking around, mumbling, "Yeah, and the  dumpster smells like something died
in there... what were we thinking?" Robby  starts the engine, asking, "Where
else did we used to go when we screwed in the  pickup?" I go, "How about that
lover's lane place near the reservoir?" Robby  puts the windows up, and
backs out of the alley, saying, "That's a twenty minute  ride, Dylan." Whatever,
I want a trip down memory lane so I'm like, "Yeah, but  it'd be fun to
relive our pickup truck sex days, ya know?" Robby mumbles, "Okay,  whatever
makes you happy, babe. I don't want you taking off to Georgia on me  again." I
don't appreciate that comment, but I let it slide.

It's  more like a fifteen minute drive, not twenty, but I don't say
anything about  that either. Instead, "Um, Robby, just how mad at me were you about
my Georgia  trip?" He goes, "I don't have a right to be mad at all since it
was my fucked-up  idea of inviting Danny Monday to live in my house. That's
what caused you to go  on that little sojourn." Only partially true, but I
let that go too as Robby's  adding, "That being said though I still found
myself royally pissed that you  were with Ryan. It was many a night I had a
hard time falling asleep thinking  about that." I mutter, "Oh... I'm sorry." He
goes, "I missed you and I was jealous  you were doing so well there. In your
texts and during our phone conversations  you sounded, um, happy. You were
sure having a better time than I was. But  you're here now so lets not talk
about anything except the future, okay?" I nod,  "I'm with you, no more talk
about the beginning of the summer." Yeah, nothing  good can come from that.

I  feel bad thinking about Robby in bed alone being sad because I was in
Marietta  with Ryan. I meekly say, "We weren't sleeping together, Ryan and me,
just so you  know." He glances over, "That's good to hear." Technically we
weren't sleeping  together. That's not a lie! As Robby drives I rub his
shoulder or play with  his hair telling him the reasons I love him. He's smiling
while slowly shaking  his head, but loving everything I'm saying. He's
pretending he doesn't believe a  word of it. The truth is I'm feeling a deep
intense love for Robby and  desperately want to make love with him. When Robby
drives off the road pass the  'No Trespassing' sign to the lover's lane area
we see only two other  cars parked with their lights out. Robby parks in a
spot close to  the reservoir where neither of the other cars is close enough
to hear what  we're saying, or they're saying.

The  windows are down in the pickup since the air conditioning is off.

Robby slides  over on the bench seat, away from the steering wheel, and puts his
arm across my  shoulders for a hug. I turn my head looking him in the face
and murmur,  "Seriously, Rob, I'm sorry for abandoning you, but it made me
realize how deeply  I love you and want to be with you always." He tightens
his arm around my neck,  "I'm going to take care of you forever, Dylan, and I
know we'll be very happy  together. Do you like my idea of us sleeping
together Friday and Saturday  nights?" I say, "Of course I do, I love sleeping
with you. Um, but don't you  think it'd be better to stick with my bedroom
since my mom works nights?" He  grins and reaches his other hand over to
squeeze my nose, "No I don't think it'd  be better, you cute thing. Just thinking
of you sleeping in my bed at home gives  me chills and thrills." I shrug,
"Your parents didn't seem enthusiastic about  the idea." He grins, "Well
then, you and them will just have to get used to the  idea because that's what
we're doing." Oh! Well I liked that bit of  assertiveness, but it's still
going to be awkward and uncomfortable for me with  his parents there. That's a
concern for next weekend though. I'll worry about it  then.

I  start to say something but he puts his finger on my lips, going, "Shhh,
that  subject has been debated and we both agree, right?" Oh boy, I like
that  assertiveness although I wasn't going to say anything about sleeping in
his bed  like he thought. Twisting around I put my arms around the back of
his neck with  my face close to his, murmuring, "Yes, I was going to say that
you have the  final word anyway, mister head of the household." He smiles,
"This head of the  household thingie works for me," and our lips meet for a
lover's sweet kiss,  then the sides of our faces slide together as we hug one
another tightly  murmuring words of love. Robby's so awesome I have that
squirmy feeling all  over. It's like the way Ryan makes me feel when he's
being dominant. It's the  most wonderful feeling knowing how much Robby loves me
and I've not a doubt in  the world he's going to take care of us both. This
is even a better submissive  feeling though because Robby created it. I
have complete faith in Robby like I  used to only feel only with Chubby. I'm
hugging around the back of Robby's neck  too hard and he goes, "I love you
too, Dylan, but I gotta breathe." I loosen my  hold and kiss the side of his
slightly damp forehead holding the kiss for a bit,  then say again, "I love
you, Robby," and we get into a feverish-hot make-out  getting sweaty in this
hot humid night air. Maybe ten minutes later a gasping  Robby says, "Get your
clothes off, Dylan, all of them," and he begins taking his  off.

We're  soon both naked with our clothes on the floor of the pickup. Our
hands travel  over each other's body in the semi-dark with only the faint glow
of a quarter  moon lighting the night. With my fingers in Robby's hair I
drop my head and suck  on his right nipple moving my tongue around it until
it's standing out from his  chest, hard and at attention. He lifts my face with
his fingers under my chin  and we kiss, Robby's tongue slipping into my
mouth. My boner is poking his as we  squirm against each other on the seat.

"Oooh, Robby, mmmm, let me suck your  cock." He puts a hand on my head guiding
it down to his lap, his boner poking my  cheek. I get it in my fingers,
stroke it three times and then suck the pre-cum  off the head. I love sucking
his cock so I take most of the fat four inches in  my mouth and swirl my
tongue around it while sucking with my lips on the last  inch of the shaft, my
nose against Robby's groin area that I shaved smooth last  night. Oooh, he
smells sexy even being a little sweaty. Pushing my face flat  against his belly
forces the head of his cock into my throat. I bob my head on  and off the
head with Robby grunting and groaning, lifting his ass off the seat  while
rubbing my shoulders and head.

Gasping  for air I pull his cock out of my mouth and lick his balls as he
lies back on  the seat sighing and moaning with sexual arousal. I'm on my
knees between his  legs, his knees are in the air, his head lying back on the
seat near the  steering wheel. I lick under his balls trying to reach his
asshole. Robby lifts  his ass off the seat and my tongue licks right over his
asshole a half dozen  times, then I grunt as my hips hump and a squirt of cum
flies out splattering on  the seat near his buttocks. When he squirms on
the seat he smears my cum on his  right butt cheek. Holding my breath I do
nothing for a long minute until my urge  to climax passes. Robby asks, "You
okay, Dylan?" I nod, "I shot a spurt of cum  on the seat and it's smeared on
your ass a little, but I'm under control now." I  go back to licking his ass
until I can get my tongue inside one time, then again  and again until Robby
moans, "Wait, I'm gonna cum." Pulling my head away, I  mutter, "I'll get
around the other way," and I turn around facing away from the  steering wheel
on my hands and knees with Robby clumsily getting up on his knees  behind me.

He smacks my ass, "SLAP! SLAP!" then pushes the wet head of his fat  boner
against the lips of my asshole. Instead of humping it into me he moves the
head over my asshole and up my short ass crack, then down over my anus
again.

I'm  panting with anticipation, very turned-on from sucking Robby's cock,
balls, and  asshole. Two more slaps, "SLAP! SLAP!" on my ass with his open
hand with me  yelping and hopping up off my knees loving this small show of
dominance  from Robby. He's pushing his cock's head on my anus now and the
lips spread,  spread, spread and then, "Aaah," it's inside past my sphincter
muscle. "Ooooh,"  I tighten my buttocks muscles and mover my hips, "Feels so
good, Robby." Two  more ringing "Slap! Slap!" gets my buttocks really
stinging now as I get  that delicious submissive feeling. My shoulders shudder,
partly from surprise  because feeling submissive to Robby is unexpected. I
grovel in the sexiness of  being submissive to my big bad dominant boyfriend and
lover, murmuring, "Robby,  it feels so good." He presses forward driving
that fat boner of his up my ass as  I'm holding my breath again. His hard cock
feels fatter tonight as my anus  stretches wide for the head, then the
head's followed by the shaft that slides  tightly over my prostate. My whole
body shudders as I moan, "Oooh, ummm, tight,  yeaaah." Then Robby's very
tightly against my ass. He leans over lying on my  back, murmuring, "I'm sorry I
hurt you, Dylan," and then a kiss on the side of  my face. "It's feeling
really good now, Rob," and he kisses me again then goes  back up on his knees,
grabbing my hips.

Ryan  got my ass trained and used to taking fat boners like his, but the
last two  weeks we didn't do it much, so Robby's retraining my dumb ass all
over again. I  absolutely love it and love that Robby's got my butt cheeks
burning hot and  stinging from that little spanking. The initial pain of
penetration and that  spanking actually seems to increase the sexual pleasure that
follows. Robby  pulls his cock back almost completely out of my ass, then
it does slip out. He  grunts and moves the cock head up my ass crack again
with me whimpering with  sexual desire. The head spreads the lips of my
asshole again and he pushes it  all the way in quickly this time with my back
arching and me grunting, "Oooh,  umpth!" Then the sound of males fucking bounces
off the windshield, "Slap, slap,  slap, slap," with Robby's fingers digging
into the flesh on my hips. "Slap,  slap, slap, slap," as I moan at the
sexual pleasure my lover is giving me. I  clench my buttock muscles to make it
even a tighter trip up and back in my  rectum giving Robby as much sexual
pleasure as I can at the same time he's  giving it to me.

Three,  four, five minutes of sexual ecstasy. By now my forehead is on the
seat and  Robby's completely laying on my back with his arms wrapped around
my stomach,  his hips moving fast and hard driving his fat hard cock up my
ass with a loud,  "Slap!" at each hard thrust. I'm moaning a mantra of, "Ah,
ah, ah," with every  "Slap" of his groin smacking against my ass cheeks.

"Ah, ah, ah," and "Um, um,  um," from Robby as my climax builds and builds with
sweat forming on my  buttocks, face, and between Robby chest and my back as
he pounds his cock inside  me. Too soon Robby's body gets stiff on my back
as he makes a desperate whining  sound, now plastered to my ass humping
against my buttocks. Hump, hump, hump,  and every muscle in my body gets tight
as I squeal with cum gushing from my  throbbing boner at the same time
Robby's cum splashes off the walls of my  bowels. It's an simultaneous explosion
of sensations from the roots of my hair  all the way down to my curling toes.

Enormous climax sensations from my sizzling  prostate and anus, then more
cum pulses from my cock and the millions of  nerve ending from my balls to
the head of my cock vibrate so pleasurably I can't  think of anything else.

Robby's thrusting his boner gasping and hopping an inch  off my back with each
thrust. My legs go back to lay flat on the seat with my  knees bent and my
toes hanging out the side windows as I lay in my own spunk.  Finally Robby
stops humping his hips and we both make gasping deep-breathing  sounds.

All  of a sudden it's surreal how quiet it seems. Almost so quiet I can he
ar my  thundering heart beating against my ribs. Then as reality storms back
to my  brain I hear somebody blow the horn of their car a few times. Did
they hear me  squeal? My breathing calms down at the same time my heart rate
approaches a  normal beating. I feel sweaty and exhausted, but totally
wonderful at the same  time. Robby takes another deep breath and I feel his chest
expand against my  back, then he murmurs, "I love you, Dylan, and I love,
love, love having sex  with you." He lifts up off me and we bump against each
other getting in sitting  positions. I say, "Me too, Rob," as he's reaching
into the glove compartment for  Handi-wipes. He passes me a few sheets and he
takes a few. We swipe up as much  cum off the seats as we can see or feel
in the dark, then he says, "Lift up,  Dylan," and he wipes his drooling cum
as it leaks from my ass. Robby mumbles,  "What an orgasm, babe. There's
probably going to be cum dripping out of your ass  all night."
I  grab some Kleenex from the pocket on the door and sit on the tissue,
saying,  "You know what, Robby? You fuck the best climaxes out of me." He
slides over  tight against my side with his arm wrapped around the back of my
neck and our  faces come together for a sweet lover's kiss. Then he murmurs,
"You and me are  going to have so much sex together you won't even think about
side-sex. Okay?" I  nod my head, "Okay, Rob. You're my man." He chuckles,
"Don't start that 'my man'  shit again." I nestle in against him, muttering,
"Well, you are my man." He  grins, "Yeah? Well what are you then?" I go,
"I'm yours." He rubs my head while  tightening his arm around the back of my
neck, saying, "I like the sound of  that, Dylan. Ya know, maybe that trip of
yours actually did some good. We  appreciate each other even more now." I go,
"See, I was right." He gives me a  long kiss on the side of my face, then
says, "You're always right as far as I'm  concerned."
We  stay naked and cuddle in the car while talking about being married,
saying a lot  of the same things we've said before, but it seems more real when
we say the  stuff tonight. We get into another hot make-out getting really
sweaty now with  our asses sticking to the seat as we're almost wrestling
with each other. Our  lips all over each other's face until we're sexually
aroused again and Robby  fucks me with me lying on my stomach, my toes hanging
out the open window again.  It's a ten minute hard fucking that brings tears
of ecstasy to my eyes when I  climax again. It's like the best sex ever and
afterward we tell each other that.  I want Robby to know how incredibly
special I think he is so I suck his cock  after our second orgasms until his
cock gets hard again. I sit on his lap facing  the windshield and we fuck a
third time for maybe fifteen minutes sweating like  mad with me stroking my
cock and finally getting spurts of spunk for my third  orgasm of the night.

Love that pickup!
By  now we're the only car here as we try cleaning up a little standing on
the  ground outside the open door of the pickup naked using the Handi-wipes
and  Kleenex. We're giggly as Robby pushes me against the truck rubbing his
cock up  my ass crack until it's hard again, then with his forearm against
the back of my  neck bending me over the right fender he gets his cock up my
ass for the fourth  time fucking me really hard, my belly tight against the
fender until he groans,  "My cock is sore," and pulls it out of my rectum.

My cock was partially boned-up  bumping into the fender with every thrust of
Robby's cock up my ass. We're both  gasping and finally very sexually
satisfied making fun of ourselves for being  sexually over-stimulated. We get
dressed outside putting our clothes on our  sticky bodies. Robby drives up to my
condo with me hugging his right arm almost  sitting on his lap. I love him
so much, and he is definitely 'my man' no matter  what he says.

It's  one o'clock in the morning when we stagger into my bedroom with me
fucked so  awesomely hard I'm walking bowlegged. Robby mentions it chuckling a
few times,  proud of himself. Mom won't be home on a Saturday night until
two at the  earliest. We take a shower together without either of us even
suggesting sex,  then get in my twin bed wearing boxer shorts, mine this time.

We cuddle and kiss  for a couple of minutes without talking before falling
asleep in each other's  arms. The last two thoughts before falling into a
deep dreamless sleep are:  Robby and me living blissfully together forever, and
then, oh yeah, tomorrow's  Sunday morning brunch.

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


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