Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2016 11:37:20 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME  Chapter 7

DYLAN'S  VACATION BACK HOME


Chapter 7


By  Donny Mumford


Chubby's  over at the pool watching Robby test the pool water with a device
of some kind.  Frank Denton, who we just met this afternoon playing
basketball at the high  school, is standing next to me on the patio gazing around,
then he goes, "Rob's  got a sweet set-up back here." I nod my head, "Yeah,
he's only guy I know with a  backyard pool." I'm still trying to get my head
around the ginormous coincidence  of Frank being Carl Denton's cousin. It
pisses me off that he heard Carl talking  about me being schooled by fat Carl
about gay sex as a submissive boy. I'd like  to be blasé about it, but
curiosity gets the best of me and I ask, "What'd you  hear Carl say about me?" He
goes, "First of all, both Carl and Larry are  assholes. Let's get that
straight. I never see either one of them except once a  year at our big family
reunion." I nod my head, "Un huh, so Carl was talking to  Larry when you
overheard him mention me." I light a cigarette as Frank says,  "Yeah, it was
Carl who was talking to Larry. Um, can I bum a smoke off you?" I  pass him my
lit one and light another one for myself.

He  takes drag, then says, "Carl was telling Larry there's this kid,
meaning you,  that Larry needs to meet." I ask, "That's all?" Frank shrugs, "No,
Carl told  Larry he's teaching you about; you know, sex and stuff. That you
have a crush on  him or something, and that basically you do whatever the
hell he tells you to  do. I was interested and looked you up online, then
looked for you in person at  school. As a freshman I was curious about my own
sexuality, and Dude, was I ever  floored when I saw how hot and good looking
you are. It's like: why would you  have anything to do with my obnoxious
cousin?"

This  is creeping me out so much I don't know what to say. When I don't say
anything,  Frank quietly adds, "Listen, Dylan, I'm not being judgmental or
anything. Back  then I thought I might be gay myself so naturally hearing
Carl mentioning that  you had this mad crush on him was like, um, really
intriguing to me. When I saw  you online I thought there must be another Dylan
Newman because you're so, ya  know, attractive and all. A guy having a crush
on another guy and doing sex  with him; whatever Carl wanted to do to you.

Mostly I couldn't imagine what you  saw in him. He was gross looking back
then, and fat with acne and BO and all."  This is humiliating! Glancing over at
Frankie to see if he's mocking me, I  finally manage to say, "Yeah, well, I
basically didn't know what I was doing  back then."

He  quietly smokes his cigarette, then wistfully goes, "Gayness sort of
runs in my  family." I mumble, "Oh yeah?" and he says, "Yeah, there's Carl and
Larry, who  have been openly gay as long as I can remember. Then one of my
unmarried uncles  is gay and another cousin, Shirley, is too. She's a dyke,
plus I'm suspicious of  a couple of others who I think are at least bisexual.

Then there's me." I've got  nothing to say to that, and my silence
apparently makes Frank uncomfortable, so  he starts talking again, "There are four
aunts and uncles on my mother's side of  the family and six on my father's
side. At family reunions there's like seventy  fucking people. Yeah, lots of
Denton's, but the female Denton's marry so it's  not like everyone's a
Denton. Ya know because when they get married their last  name..." He peters-out
and doesn't finish the sentence, then takes a big drag  off his cigarette.

I  don't know him well enough to ask him details about when or how he
discovered  he's gay. Everyone has a story to tell. Maybe I'll hear his if I get
to know him  better. I'm smelling the back of my hand with neither of us
saying anything for  like an hour. It seemed like an hour, but it was probably
closer to  thirty-seconds. Frank finally says, "I hope you're not pissed-off
at me for  telling you all this shit." I shake my head and manage to
mumble, "Nah, why  would I be pissed-off at you! It's just that back then it was a
bullshit time  for me and its unpleasant thinking about it. I try not to.

Carl showed me what I  should have already known. You know, that I was, that
I am gay. Mostly he raped  me, but I didn't put up much of a fight. No,
that's not right. Not rape so much  as he took advantage of my innocence, but let
's not talk about this anymore,  okay?" He exhales a long stream of smoke,
muttering, "Okay." Frank doesn't look  remotely like fat Carl. Actually the
last time I saw fat Carl he wasn't fat. He  was kinda hot actually, except
of course for the fact he's a disgusting human  being.

Robby  calls over to us, "Chlorine/Bromine, pH, and Alkalinity are all well
within a  safe range." I call back, "Are you sure?" He takes me seriously,
and says, "I'll  test another strip." Frank grins, "He thought you were
serious." I go, "Rob's  awesomely conscientious about everything." He mumbles,
"You two are like, um,  perfect together. I'm seriously jealous." To be sure
I heard him correctly, I  ask, "And you're gay too, huh?" and he goes,
"Yeah, I guess. I'm attracted to  other males so I think that makes me gay, and
I've been with two guys so that  sort of nails it down... I'm gay." I ask, "Do
you like girls too?" and he says,  "Yeah, but not for sex." I'd like to know
how much sex he's had with those two  guys, but I won't ask because of what
I said earlier about not knowing him  nearly well enough. Also, asking him
about his sex life could easily be  misconstrued by him as a come-on from me
when actually I'm just nosey. I also  resist asking him what Carl's up to
now, although I am curious. I'd feel better  knowing Carl's in Australia or
someplace like that. When Willie and I saw him  that last time he was
actually kind of good looking. Still the same old bully of  a prick though, and we
had to fight our way out of his back yard.

"It  tested good again, Dylan," from Robby, as Chubby says, "Stop breaking
Rob's  balls, Dylan. The pool's fine." Determined to shake off the
negativity  associated with the trip down Carl Denton memory lane, I walk over to the
pool  with Frank following me. Putting my arm around Robby's waist, I say,
"I was  teasing you, Rob. Whatever you said about pH and chlorine is good
enough for  me." He goes, "I knew you were kidding," then he pushes me sending
me tumbling  into the pool with my arms pin wheeling. My awkward landing
sends a big splash  of water onto the bystanders. After swallowing some water,
then coming up for  air I see Robby and Chubby doing cannon balls close to
me. Floating away from  them, I yell, "C'mon in, Frankie!" He jumps in and
doggy paddles over to the  side near me. I'm like, "Don't ya know how to
swim?" He shakes his head, "Nope!  I never learned." Robby and Chubby are
dunking each other as I quietly say,  "Let's keep this between you and me, okay?"

He looks confused, "You mean don't  tell them I can't swim?" I shake my
head, "No! All that shit about Carl and  Larry. Keep that between you and me.

Its way past embarrassing for me and I  never really told anybody about it."

He nods his head looking serious, "Sure,  Dylan, I won't mention it to
anyone." I reach out and grab a floating raft, then  push it towards Frank, "Here
hang onto this and kick your feet in the water to  get around."

If  Chubby had known the whole story about Carl he would have gone
ballistic; not on  me, on Carl. It also would have been embarrassing and humiliating
if Chubby  knew, but that's not the main reason I didn't tell him. Fact is
I didn't want to  stop seeing Carl even though he treated me like shit. Our
relationship wasn't as  sick as Ryan has had with two or three dominant
assholes, but it was something  like that. After no sex for seventeen years I
couldn't get enough of it once  Carl broke me in, so to speak. I was nagging
him for it so much he kind of lost  interest in me. It's like a bully losing
interest when the nerd he's picking on  starts liking it. What fun is that
for the bully if his victim likes being  picked on? What really saved me
though was Willie.

When  I met Willie he treated me like I was special and I discovered a much
more  enjoyable way of experiencing sex. Carl was always dominant to me.

Well, he was  older and infinitely more experienced in sexual matters of the
gay variety so  naturally I adopted a submissive role as the pupil. That
carried over to my  relationship with Willie to some degree because I thought
that's how I was  supposed to act. Willie really liked me being submissive to
him. It was a brand  new experience for him, so my first two sex partners
were dominant and that  programmed my brain to associate the thrill of gay sex
with being submissive,  hence my interest in sub/dom sex to this very day.

I'm not saying I didn't have  a predisposition for being submissive during
sex, just that Carl exploited that  tendency in me and it solidified in my
brain. Willie picked up on it and  somewhat expanded that tendency into
everyday life. The difference between  Willie's dominance and Carl's was like
night and day though. Willie really cared  about me where Carl felt very
superior and had contempt for me more than  anything else.

Willie  did partially succeed in being a bossily-dominant leader for us
even after sex,  but it only worked for me a day or two at most. After that I
didn't want to play  and Willie would drop it, and then try again later. He
thought he was in love  with me too, but in reality it was more like the love
you have for your favorite  pet. Still, I had a lot of awesome times with
him, learned a lot from him too  and I'm very fond of him to this day.

Willie's always been confused and  misguided in many ways. Nice that he seems to
be working at becoming a better  person as he gets older. As I said, a
sub/dom experience with Willie got old  after a day or two, but I believe a
sub/dom life style with Ryan would have been  very acceptable to me except I have
an even better lover in Robby. Ryan loves me  for real though, and he's come
to respect the boundaries I established  submissiveness-wise. A life with
Robby though, I mean its way more than just  acceptable; it's almost perfect.

It wasn't workable when we first met because we  both wanted the other to
take the lead, but Robby's grown into a leadership role  over the three-plus
years we've been together. And we're seriously in love with  each other, so
that's a huge factor. We're in love to the extent we allow  side-sex to be
part of our relationship, for now anyway. We'll both be  twenty-one next
month, but that's still too young for almost anyone to be  monogamous. Get real!
I suppose there are some exceptions to that, but not many.  Robby and I
will work our way to that in time.

With  the back of my neck resting on a floating 'curved noodle', I'm
floating on my  back blinking at the weakening sun while thinking about all that.

At the other  end of the pool Chubby and Robby are trying to teach Frank how
to swim. He keeps  reverting back to doggy paddling, but Chubby's very
patient with him. Robby  swims up to me, asking, "What are you thinking about,
Dylan?" I grin at him,  "Oh, just things. Mostly how wonderful the last three
days have been and how  happy I am to be home with you." He moves his arms
and legs just enough to float  next to me, saying, "Everything seems perfect
now that you're back. I can see a  difference in your brother too. He seems
more relaxed, more like himself, ya  know?" I go, "Chubby always seems the
same to me. Do you miss, um, Dodger?"  Robby gets a little choked-up, "Very
much. Mostly I miss how close we once were  before we had that disagreement
when he thought I was being an asshole about you  and me. The time I made up
all those rules for us. I guess he was partially  right too, but you and me
are good now, right?" I go, "We're definitely good,  Rob."

We've  drifted to the side of the pool so I push the floating aid away and
hang onto  the side of the pool next to Robby. He says, "Dodger joining the
Army so  abruptly like that really hurt me. Even though I felt we were so
close, he never  said a word to me about joining the Army. After his basic
training he told me he  joined the Army because he was sick of being in my
shadow." Robby shakes his  head slowly, adding, "He wasn't in my shadow. Do you
think he was, Dylan?"  Shrugging, I mumble, "I don't know, Rob." He goes,
"Ya know, he said he's the  one you should be marrying someday, not me." This
is getting awkward! Dodger  told me the same thing. Trying to change the
subject, I nod my head at Chubby  and Frank, asking, "Is Frank making any
progress learning to swim?" Robby says,  "Yeah, a little. Hey, wasn't there a
Denton on the high school paper?" I go,  "Oh, you mean the editor?" Chubby
cheers, then yells over at us, "Look at  Frankie!" We turn our heads and see a
grinning Frankie kicking his legs like mad  while thrashing his arms swimming
towards us. When he gets close he reverts to  doggy paddling, saying, "its
fucking scary being in the middle of the pool with  water ten feet deep."

He  grabs the edge of the pool next to me as I say, "We'd have saved you,
Frankie."  He goes, "I haven't been called Frankie since the sixth grade."

Chubby's out of  the pool walking around to where we're hanging in the water.

He says, "You look  like a Frankie, Frankie. That's the only fuckin' reason
we call you that." Frank  laughs, "Oh that explains it." Robby pulls himself
up and gets a knee on the  ledge, then stands up, so I get out too. Robby
asks, "Who wants something to  drink?" Chubby goes, "A nice cold beer would
hit the spot." As Frank's getting  out of the pool, he's saying, "For a cold
soda right now I'd pay five dollars."  We're all walking to the pool house
with Robby saying, "Sodas are six dollars,  Frankie." He chuckles, muttering,
"Oh, a bargain,"

Frankie  and I get Cokes while Robby and Chubby go for beers. We light
cigarettes;  Frankie bumming another one from me. Chubby holds up his cigarette,
asking, "How  the fuck did I get stuck on this nasty smoking habit?" I go,
"We started young,  Chub. You know, to be cool." Robby says, "Smoking is
kind of cool, but I'm with  Dylan, after college I'm gonna stop." Chubby
mutters, "So you say," and Robby  and I say together, "You'll see." Chubby grins,
"Well, if my brother stops so  will I." Frankie says, "My habit isn't as bad
as yours. I only smoke when I can  bum one off somebody." I go, "Hey!
Thanks for the warning." He grins, "I'm only  kidding. I buy the fucking things,
but I get them in Salem because New Hampshire  doesn't have half the sin
taxes that Massachusetts has." We all agree on that,  but I happen to know
Chubby still buys most of his smokes here, so he and I  exchange smirks about
that, making Chubby chuckle.

Finished  our drinks and cigarettes we swim and goof around until it's
coming up on five  o'clock. Chubby and I need to take off and get cleaned-up to
go out to dinner  with our moms and their fiancés. As we're drying off,
standing around the pool,  Robby quietly asks me, "Can we get together after
your dinner tonight?" I nod,  "Definitely, Rob! I'll text you." The mom's
fiancés are taking us all out as my  welcome home dinner. Robby rubs my head
roughly, saying, "You better text me,"  and I lean against him murmuring, "I
love you." He kisses me on the lips,  murmuring, "Me too," and I glance up
seeing Frankie staring at us. Giving him a  smile, I ask, "Ready to go home,
Frankie?" He nods that he is and Robby says,  "If you want to hang out with me
awhile longer Frankie, I'll give you a ride  home." Frankie's like, "Thanks,
but I gotta get going too." I ask Robby, "What  are you doing for dinner?
Your family normally eats around six, right?" He goes,  "Yeah, but my parents
invited the next door neighbors over for a barbecue dinner  on the patio.

They'll have cocktails first and we'll eat around seven I suppose.  Whatever,
I'll be in my room until the food comes out. No way am I spending an  hour
with four parent types." I go, "I'll text you after dinner."

The  four of us walk to the Jeep. Frankie gets in back, saying, "Thanks for
the swim,  Rob." Robby's like, "Sure thing. Nice meeting you, Frankie." He
gives me a hug,  then bumps fists with Chubby. I get in the driver's seat as
Chubby says, "You  can ride up front if you want, Frankie."  "Nah, I'm good
back here, thanks  anyway," and I back out of the driveway giving Robby a
little wave and a big  smile. I look at Frankie in the rearview mirror,
saying, "I'll drive to the high  school and you direct me from there, okay?" He
nods his head and asks, "Where  you serious about that free haircut, Dylan?"

Chubby goes, "My bro's an awesome  barber, Frankie, and if you don't mind me
saying so, you are in desperate need  of an awesome barber." I glance in
the rearview mirror seeing Frankie run his  fingers through his damp hair,
mumbling, "Tell me about it," then he says, "How  'bout it, Dylan?" I'm like,
"Sure, but text me, Frankie. Tomorrow after work is  best for me. Say
five-thirty." He goes, "This is awkward, but can you pick me  up? I don't have a
car." I say, "Yeah, but still text me so I know for sure."  Chubby takes
Frankie's phone and punches in our cellphone numbers, then he takes  my iPhone
and adds Frankie's number. Chubby asks, "Do either of you know anybody  who
doesn't have a cell phone?" I shrug, "Not really," and Chubby goes into the
short history of cell phones. The useless information my brother knows amazes
 me.

At  the high school Frankie gives me directions to his place, which turns
out to be  a ranch style one-floor house. It's in a development of all
basically the same  style homes painted different pastel colors. They were
probably built in the  sixties but most of the house still appears well taken care
of. Not a bad  neighborhood at all. "That's my house there, Dylan." I ask,
"The pink one?" He  chuckles, saying, "That's not pink. My mom calls it
'puce'." I go, "Oh," and  pull over to the curb in front of it. Chubby gets out
so Frankie can climb out  of the back, then Chubby gives him the one arm hug,
saying, "Cool meeting you,  Frankie. Hope to see you around." Frankie says,
"Yeah, same here," then points  at me, "I'll text you." I wave, nodding my
head as Chubby gets back in the  Jeep.

During  the drive to our condos, Chubby says, "Nice kid, huh?" I mumble,
"Yes, he's very  likable. Unassuming, ya know?" Then Chubby talks about the
dinner tonight and  our moms' fiancés. "Both those guys are cool, don'cha
think?" I go, "Yeah, but  how weird that identical twins would match up with our
moms. And they're like  seven or eight years younger than our moms too, so
that's curious as well. That  it's worked out so well is like a ginormous
long shot. I mean, Rider goes for my  mom and Bud falls for your mom, what are
the odds?" Chubby says, "Well,  identical twins are strange and our moms
are almost identical twins themselves  being best friends their whole lives.

We couldn't do much better for step-dads."  I go, "I guess not, so let's try
not to fuck it up with them." Chubby goes, "I  heard mom say to Dee that
they shouldn't get married until we graduate. She  didn't know I could hear her
or she probably wouldn't have said it." I shrug,  "Hope they wait until I'm
out of the house. I like Rider but it'd be weird  living with him after it
being just the four of us like forever." Chubby agrees,  "Yeah, I hear ya,
bro."

We  separate to take our showers. Mom's still in her bathroom doing her
long  mysterious routine of getting ready to go out, so I walk right to my
bedroom and  get undressed thinking about what Frankie heard Carl say about moi.

That pisses  me off! It's also kind of awkward that Frankie heard that and
knows about Carl  and me. Damn, I'll bet he knows a lot more than just that
too." After my shower  I read some text messages sitting at my desk with a
towel around my waist. Huh,  texts from some of the Marietta guys and one
from Bean. He wants a haircut and,  as he put it, plus what comes after. What
the fuck, why not. I text him back  suggesting Tuesday when I get home from
work. There's a sexy text from Tim  Dulson, a funny one from Dog, a sexually
suggestive text from Jeff Bell, and one  just saying hello from Sammy, as
well as one from his brother, Major, asking if  I have any advice about him
being a young gay boy. The last text is from Ryan. I  text Ryan back first
saying I miss him too. Then text the other Marietta boys  with funny quips,
except for Major. I tell him he's a cool dude who needs to  confide in a family
member or a good friend about his sexuality.

Feeling  good that I'm remembered by the Marietta boys I get dressed for
dinner. I hear a  lot of talking in the living room. Everyone already there
and when I join them I  realize I've over-dressed for dinner, dressed like I
did for dinner in Georgia.  I'm wearing slacks, a button down shirt and
loafers. The twin fiancés and Chubby  are wearing cargo shorts, Polo golf shirts,
and dock-siders without socks.  Perfectly normal summer clothes for a
casual dinner at a local restaurant. Rider  says, "Wow, Dylan, you look awesome!"

and he gives me a man-hug, then Bud does  the same as I blush. Chubby goes,
"Bro, we're not going to church. Why'd you get  all dressed up?" I stammer,
"Um, it's, I guess I just felt like it." My mom  says, "You look wonderful,
honey," and Tris says, "You're so handsome, Dylan,"  and she gives me a hug
and a kiss on my cheek. Bud likes, "Well, shall we  go?"

We  troop out of the house and down the steps where one of the twin's BMW
is parked.  It's a BMW X5 that has third row seating so all six of us fit
comfortably.  Chubby and I are in the third row with him whispering, "And it
doesn't hurt that  the twins are rich." I go, "Shhh! Chubby!" He grins at me
and I can't help  grinning back, then shake my head, whispering, "C'mon,
Chub, you'll embarrass  the moms." He gets off the subject of how rich the twins
are, and asks, "Where  we going for dinner." Bud says, "An Italian
restaurant my bro and I like. It's a  local, little known treasure of a restaurant
called, 'Dino's Italian Cuisine' in  downtown Framingham." Chubby and I
exchange big-eyed expressions as Rider, who's  driving, says, "Not an easy place
to get reservations, but I called in a couple  of favors. You guys will like
it." Chubby starts to say something but I put my  hand on his mouth as I
say, "I'm sure we will." Chubby shrugs like he doesn't  get why I don't want
to say we've been there a number of times ourselves. I'm  not at all sure
myself.

The  moms are telling us about the place they rented in Wildwood for our
weekly  vacation this summer. It's a new place both the moms told us about
before, but  Chub and I don't mention that. We act excited, and we actually are
looking  forward to it. I've been trying to figure out why I didn't want
Chubby or me  mentioning we already know about Dino's restaurant and I think I
now know why.  It's because it would be like one-upping the twins. They've
discovered this  little known gem of a restaurant, as Rider called it, and
then we say, 'Ha!  We've been going there for a year'. It just doesn't seem
right to rain on his  parade like that.

Rider  doesn't have any more luck finding a close parking spot than we do
when we come  here. The restaurant has a small parking lot, so mostly its
street parking  because the lot fills up quickly. During the three block walk
back to the  restaurant the moms hold hands with their fiancés. That's cute.

Inside the  restaurant we're waiting at the desk for one of the twins to
give his name for  our reservation when Robby's and my favorite waiter, Tony,
walks by with a tray  of cocktails. He says to me, "Nice to see you again,"

and Bud says, "You too,  Tony." Tony does a double take as I shake my head at
him. Luckily tonight we get  seated in the other waiter's station. A table
for six is waiting for us and we  sit down boy/girl, boy/girl, boy/boy. Ha
ha.

The  waiter comes over with a flourish, introducing himself, "Good evening,
I'm  Raymond, and I'll be your server tonight." As he hands each of us a
menu, he  asks,  "Can I get you something to drink?" The moms order vodka and
tonics  while the guys order old fashions. Chub and I order Cokes, but Bud
says, "No  cocktails, guys?" I go, "Yes, good idea. Make it a rum and Coke,"

and Chubby  mutters, "The same for me," Raymond doesn't bat an eye. He
scribbles something  on a tiny pad and says, "Very good. It'll only be a minute."

Then he asks,  "Would you care for a wine list?" and Rider says he would.

So alright, we're  good. I look over and see Tony giving me a quick
thumbs-up. He must have vouched  for Chubby and me to Raymond. He's a really good
guy.

We  have appetizers, I order the Sunday night special, which is prime rib
of beef,  so Chubby does too. After dinner we all have dessert and Irish
coffees. The  dinner talk is mostly about Chubby and me. Our successful
sophomore year, my  trip to Georgia, Chubby's job, and the upcoming week in
Wildwood. This year the  fiancés are staying in a condo below the one the moms,
Chubby, and I will be in.  Newly renovated condos one block from the beach at
the end of the boardwalk.  Awesome location! It's a leisurely two hour meal
with the emphasis, I think, on  Chubby and I bonding with our perspective
step-dads. That's what it seems like  to Chubby and me, but we'd already given
our stamp of approval on the twins last  summer. We like them a lot because
they're cool guys and they dote on our moms.  Chubby and I like seeing that.

Even though the twins are eight years younger  then our moms, and the twins
are young looking for their age, our moms look  young for their age too. So
do Chubby and I, for that matter. I think we all  feel good about each other
and that's probably not always the case with  perspective step dads and
step children.

Chubby  and I get dropped off at the condo after dinner. The fiancés and
our moms are  allegedly going dancing at a nightclub. Where this nightclub
might be I haven't  a clue, but even if they're not going dancing it's okay
with us. They're adults  after all and can do adult things if they care to, if
you know what I mean. I'd  just rather not think too closely about that.

It's a little after nine o'clock  by the time Chubby and I are going up the
steps to our condos with Chubby's  asking, "Is Rob coming over?" I go, "Yeah,
he told me to text him after dinner."  He goes, "If he's wasn't coming over
I'd hang out with you, but since he is I'll  run over to my girlfriend's
place." I say, "Give me a hug, bro, and you have a  good time tonight. Love you,
Chub!" We do a nice hug, then Chubby says, "I've  got our lunch for
tomorrow. I'm so happy we'll be working together  again." He rubs my head, "See you
bright and early tomorrow morning, Dylan." I  watch him going up the steps
until he's at his door where he turns around and  blows me a kiss with a big
smile on his face. I go inside with a big smile on my  face too. Chubby's
so much a part of my life it brings tears to my eyes. What  would I do
without him?
I  text Robby as soon as I get inside. He's coming right over so I wash up
and  change into shorts and a sleeveless plain black t-shirt, then put on
retro  high-top sneakers, sans socks. Out on the balcony it's a hot muggy
night like we  get in the middle of July. Lighting a cigarette I sit on one of
the deck chairs  feeling really good about things. I've got half a summer
left and these past  three days have been perfection. Slipping back into my
life here at home has  been seamless, almost like I never left. No, that's not
true. My time with Ryan  taught me a few things about myself. I was having a
pretty good time meeting new  people and doing new things in Marietta, but
at the same time it made me  appreciate what I have here. Everyone I've
reunited with these past few days has  made me feel special and that's
especially true for the two guys in my life who  mean the most to me, Chubby and
Robby. I feel their love and it gives me the  best kind of chills. I can't in my
wildest dreams imagine having a better  brother and boyfriend then those
two. It's like, I don't know, almost too good  to be true. Why am I so lucky I
wonder? It makes me feel humble and unworthy,  but I'm going to do my best
to be worthy of them both.

Deep  in thought I barely hear the doorbell. Did I imagine it? Then it
sounds again  and I jump up and run through the apartment to open the front
door. There's  Robby and his big beautiful smile. I almost feel shy with him.

"Hi Rob, c'mon  in." He steps inside closing the door behind him, grinning
while saying, "I rang  three times and started to wonder if I misunderstood
you. Maybe Jeff dropped you  off at my house. Ha ha, I was just about to call
home." My arms go around him  for a tight hug. He hugs back, asking, "Is
anything wrong. What happened?" Still  hugging him, I go, "Nothing's wrong,
nothing at all. Everything's been perfect  and I'm really happy to see you. I
love you, Rob Dickers," then I kiss him on  the lips. It's a fifteen second
kiss followed by another tight hug. He says,  "Wow that makes me feel good.

You need to do this every night when we're married  and I come home from work.

Okay?"

Taking  his hand I lead him to the balcony, asking, "Would you like a
beer?" He goes,  "No, not really. Unless you want one." We're on the balcony
standing at the  railing together, my arm around Robby's waist. I go, "No, I
guess not. Um,  Robby, I have a serious question that might sound like I'm
fishing for  compliments, but I'm not." He puts his arm around the back of my
neck,  murmuring, "Okay, what's the question?" Looking into his eyes, I ask,
"Do you  think I'm worthy of you. Tell me what I can do to be a better
boyfriend for  you." He raises his eyebrows, asking, "Seriously?" I nod, "Yes, I'm
very  serious. Really." He thinks for a few seconds, then says, "First of
all, you'd  be worthy of being anyone's boyfriend. More than worthy... you'd
be anyone's  prize. As far as what you can do to be a better boyfriend to
me, anything I  could say would change you a tiny bit and I wouldn't want to
change anything  about you." I go, "But there are some things you'd rather I
do differently,  right?" He makes a face, and say, "Well, I wish you'd never
want to have side  sex with anyone, but that's not you... not yet anyway. If
I made you promise that  you'd grow to resent me. If I insisted we get
married right now or insisted you  live with me at my parents' house until we get
married you'd be miserable. I'd  like you to be with me every second of the
day, but that's not possible. So  anything that would make you a more
perfect boyfriend would hurt our  relationship. So no, there isn't anything of
any significance that you could do  to be more perfect than you are. That's my
serious answer."

Huh,  I think about that for a second, then ask, "Why didn't you ask me if
you could  do anything to be a better boyfriend for me?" He says with a
grin, "Because  there isn't anything I could do to be a better boyfriend. I was
hoping you  already knew that." I ask, "So you're perfect, but there are
some things I could  be better at except you won't ask me to do them because
it'd make me less happy.  Is that about it?" He says, "It's not 'about' it, it
is it." I burst out with a  little laugh, "That sounds a tad conceited of
you." He shrugs, "What do you  think I could do better?" I say, "Nothing.

You're right, you are perfect. I'll  marry you right now." He says, "That's the
good thing about me being in-charge,  I know that would not be the best
thing to do right now." Squeezing around his  waist with my right arm, I go,
"That's slightly contradictory of your earlier  statement." He goes, "No it's
not." Taking a big breath, I go, "Well, that's why  you're the head of the
household. You know what's contradictory and what's not."  He laughs, and
says, "Now that we got that settled, whaddaya wanna do?" Turning  to face him,
I murmur, "You're my man so you tell me." He goes, "Oh no, not that  'my
man' stuff again," and we do a truly luscious slow lover's kiss, then the
sides of our faces come together with him whispering, "I love you more than
life itself, Dylan. You don't need to change a single thing."

We  kiss on and off standing here at the railing looking at the stars, my
arm around  his waist and his arm around the back of my neck. Finally Robby
says, "Come to  bed with me," and he takes my hand as we walk inside off the
balcony and down  the hall to my bedroom. Without talking we both pull our
shirts off and then hug  bare chest to bare chest doing another dreamy, long
kiss. My mind thinks of  nothing except Robby and our love. He runs his
fingers over my head as we kiss,  then lick each other's lips. My penis is so
hard, sideways in my shorts, but  still poking out my lap. Robby grins,
murmuring, "I feel your awesome boner,  Dylan. How many times have I felt that
same sign of you being turned-on by me? A  thousand times maybe, and every time
it gives me a thrill knowing I'm arousing  you." I murmur, "Everything
about you arouses me, Rob. I swear to God nobody has  ever given me sexual
pleasure like you." Robby gasps, "I need you now, baby,"  and he pulls my shorts
and underwear down past my narrow hips and turns me  around.

I  grab my cock for three strokes while taking little quick panting
breaths.  Robby's got his boner out and it's at my asshole. Holding my hips he
humps it in  past my sphincter muscle and I bend forward grabbing my knees. The
last three  inches go up my ass steadily, then Robby leans against my
buttocks sighing,  "Aaaah, mmmm." Then it's the slapping sounds of his groin
smacking into my ass,  "Slap, slap, slap, slap," hard and fast with me already
whining with desire as  my boner gets harder and pulls away from my belly to
stick straight out. "Slap,  slap, slap, slap," for not more than three
minutes and I'm already there. Precum  was dripping from my hard cock when he
first stuck his cock in my ass, and my  climax started coming on like a runaway
freight train a minute later. My back  arches as I get stiff and hump my
hips moaning and then squealing as cum pumps  out in three fast spurts before a
long stream shoots out making me shake all  over, dizzy with sexual
pleasure. Oh the sensations! Sexy sensation as Robby  gets both his strong arms
around me humping his cock back and forth and then  he's tight against me
grunting, "Umpth, oooh, ooh," as cum gushes into my  bowels. He's still stiff
with every muscle in his body clenched while I'm limp  as a rag doll now. The
awesome sizzling around my groin fades away and then  Robby's gasping and
lying on my back. We're both spent. It was one of those  times when we get so
aroused we climax fast.

A  few seconds later he does a breathy exhale, then says, "Jesus, that came
on me  fast. You okay, Dylan?" As we're straightening up he pulls his cock
from my ass.  I go, "Ahhh," then, "Wow, another awesome extemporaneous
fuck." Robby chuckles,  "Is that what that's called?" Another deep breath from me
and we go into my  bathroom to clean up, then decide on a shower. Halfway
through the shower I drop  to my knees and suck a boner on Robby with water
pinging off my head. When his  cocks hard and sticking straight out, I walk
on my knees around him with water  pouring off both my bodies. Behind him I
rim his asshole getting my tongue three  quarters of an inch up inside him.

The rimming goes on for a few minutes until  I'm so aroused I'm in danger of
spontaneously climaxing again. Dropping my hand  to the shower stall's floor
Robby humps his cock up my ass and fucks me hard for  eight or nine minutes
before we climax within two seconds of each  other.

I'm  gasping and moaning as he pulls his cock out and sits on the floor,
water still  pouring down on us. I sit next to him and Robby gets his arm
around the back of  my neck pulling me against him. We do some more deep
breathing, our hearts  pounding, then he says, "I'm not proud of myself for losing
control like I've  been doing lately, babe, but I can't resist you." Then he
gets pensive, quietly  saying, "Maybe I'm subconsciously trying to outdo
Ryan, or match Ryan's and your  sex, but if I'm overdoing it you've gotta tell
(tell out) me." I nestle in  against him even tighter now, murmuring, "I
love ever second I'm having sex with  you, Robby." He looks at me, "Um, well
am I doing as well as Ryan? Sorry, but I  need to know." I'm frowning at him,
then say sincerely, "Rob, you're the best  lover and sex partner I've ever
had, and by a long distance too. Nobody compares  with you as far as I'm
concerned." He makes a face that turns into a grin, "I  knew that," he says,
then stands while helping me up. We kiss and he says,  "After our shower we're
going to get dressed and have that beer you mentioned  earlier, and maybe a
cigarette. We're going to talk about our plans for the  future, yes again,
and then I'm taking you to bed and we're going to have  lover's sex for a
half an hour or maybe longer." I go, "Okay, mister head of the  household, but
don't forget we have work tomorrow" and he goes, "Yep, we have  work, but I
don't care. We're still going to do what I said, you and your man  are
gonna do it right tonight." Oh boy!


To  be continued...


Donny Mumford
thinat20@yahoo.com
_donnymumford@outlook.com_ (mailto:donnymumford@outlook.com)


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



Donny  Mumford



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