Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2018 13:18:42 -0400
From: Bill <mgtbill@aol.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S JUNIOR YEAR SUMMER     Chapter 39

DYLAN'S SUMMER FOLLOWING HIS COLLEGE JUNIOR YEAR

Chapter  39

by  Donny Mumford


My mind is going a mile-a-minute trying to wrap my head around the fact
that Robby just now seemingly appeared out of thin air. I didn't have an
inkling he was coming, not a clue. I never gave it a moment's thought. It
never entered my mind for a second and how many different ways can I say
the same thing?  And yet here he is!  Damn though, 'How'd he get away from
work?' and 'How'd he get here... a seven-hour drive by himself?'

These questions and others are colliding in my brain as I'm noticing that
no one else is the least bit surprised Rob's here. Everyone has a great-big
smile on their face as Rob and I do a tight hug, leaving our more
meaningful greeting for later. Everyone's saying 'Hi' to him, of course,
with the Moms waiting for Rob and I to separate so they can do their
hugging and their kiss-on-the-cheek-routine with Rob. Tom and Tim settle
for a pat on Rob's shoulder while Chubby and Rob do a normal one-arm
hug. Whatever... I can't recall anything taking me by surprise like this.

They're all asking a version of the 'How was your trip?' with Rob smiling
and giving the expected generic answers. Tom finally says, "Well, we're
glad you made it safely, Rob, and um, Dylan, why don't you help your friend
get his suitcase or whatever out of the car and you guys can get set-up in
the guest bedroom." Well that just settled the sleeping arrangements with
almost zero awkwardness for Rob and me. Nice going Tom! I quickly mutter,
"Sure, I'm glad to help. Let's go Rob," and he's like, "Okay, thank you."
Jesus, we're both acting goofily formal with each other, but whaddaya
expect? Two minutes ago I had no idea...

Mom gives Rob another quick hug, saying, "We're all so glad you're here,
Robby! That's quite a trip from Framingham." He goes, "Um, yeah, it was
okay. Kinda hectic a little bit I guess, but here I am. Thank you for
inviting me." Who invited him, and when, and why didn't I know about it?

Everyone starts moving around now as Tim's saying, "We'll, the rest of us
better get our asses in gear. We need to be on our way to the restaurant if
we want to validate our reservation. You guys," motioning at Rob and me,
"can meet us there whenever you're ready." Rob stops halfway through the
sliding glass doors from the deck, asking, "Do you think it'd be alright if
I take the time for a quick shower? I've been on the road..." and Tom's
like, "Absolutely! When you get to the restaurant, and Dylan knows how to
get there, text one of us. We'll probably still be in the bar waiting to be
seated but if not, we'll give the guy at the desk a heads-up that you two
will be joining us." Rob nods his head, "Cool, thanks." I'm still standing
here stupefied while Rob's seemingly feeling more comfortable, saying to
me, "C'mon, babe, we'll get my stuff from the car," and he nudges me into
the family room.

Chub follows us into the house, saying, "We were starting to worry, Rob,"
and Rob says, "Sorry I couldn't answer your texts, Jeff, but I was
driving. Um, the damn plane was late taking off from Logan and then the guy
at Avis in Atlantic City didn't have my reservation and...." Oh yeah, I
forgot about the Atlantic City Airport.

Everyone's following us into the house now as Rob and I start down the
steps to the basement. I hear mumblings about maybe calling the restaurant
to say they're running-late. Rob and I continue down to the back door and
when we step outside we get into a big hug, this time kissing and rubbing
our hands on each other's back. I'm still basically overwhelmed by Rob
appearing like a mirage, but our very sweet kiss is definitely not a
mirage.

Our lips make a wet smacking sound as they part and, out of breath, I'm
like, "Um, Rob, I, um... who arranged this?" He's grinning, "Jeff called
me. Hey, how'd you know it was me when I covered your eyes from behind?"
Shrugging, I mumble, "I don't know. You being here, um, I never expected
it." Keeping his arms around me he grins again and excitedly says, "I've
never seen you look so surprised about anything. It was awesome! The look
on your cute faces was sooooo priceless!"

He lets go of my waist with one arm to opens the rental car's back door as
I ask a dumb question, "This your rental car?" He says, "Duh, yeah. I flew
into Atlantic City and rented this car at Avis. Ya know, the: 'We Try
Harder' company'. No wait, they have a new slogan, 'It's Your Space' or
some such shit like that." I'm still flabbergasted. "Jesus, in the middle
of a work day you drove from work to Logan and flew to Atlantic City and
rented a car to drive here?" He laughs, "Well yeah, except from work I went
home first, and then drove to Logan. Hey, babe, why does that amaze you?"
Shrugging, I mumble, "I don't know..."

Letting go of me entirely now he's getting a suitcase and a half-dozen
shirts on hangers from the back seat, muttering, "I had no fucking idea
what to bring so I probably have twice as many clothes as I'll need. Here,
babe, can you take these things on hangers?" Holding my hand out like a
zombie I take the hangers. This whole thing seems so unlikely!

Rob's muttering, " Goddammit! Did I forget to bring... where the fuck's
my... oh, there's my toiletry kit on the floor." I'm like, "Um, how long of
a drive is it from Atlantic City? And how'd you find this place? Chub and I
had trouble finding it..." Holding a soft-sided suitcase in one hand and
his toiletry?? kit in the other he bumps the car door closed with his hip,
chuckling, "Did ya ever hear of a GPS... ha ha." I go, "Yeah, but this is a
new address that wasn't on our GPS..." He nods his head toward the house
trying to get me moving, saying, "Your GPS must be out-of-date. That's a
new one in the rental car."

Nodding my head, still just standing here, Rob laughs and says, "It's been
a blast surprising you like this. Um, shouldn't we go back in now though?"
I start walking toward the door, asking, "Um, how long did it take you to
get here?" As I open the door, he mumbles, "I don't know, um, the drive was
only like forty-five minutes from Atlantic City. Getting to Logan though
was the usual huge pain-in-the-ass. The Mass Pike is under construction
again," and he harangues about that for a minute, finishing with, "And I
was stressing about missing the plane, driving like a mad man cutting in
and out of traffic and royally pissing people off. Then the plane was late
taking off, so..." and he shrugs, mumbling, "A little bit stressful, but
everything turned-out okay." I'm like, "I'll say!"

We carry his stuff to the back door which I open and, looking back at Rob I
can't help smiling at him because he looks so cool and now that's he's
feeling more comfortable he's acting blasé about everything, like it's
no big deal. Holding the door open, I ask, "How'd you know to fly into
Atlantic City?" Another dumb question! It's just that it's only been like
five-minutes since he arrived, and him being here is so, um, so totally
unlike him.

Rob walks past me through the open door as the Moms, Chub, and the twins
are now coming downstairs. Rob and I step to the side and everyone pats Rob
and me on the shoulders as they go by, muttering things like, 'It's so nice
you're here, Rob' and, 'We'll see you guys at the restaurant,' and then
from Chub, with a big grin and a shoulder-hug for me, "I'll finally have my
own fucking room," and all I can do is goofily chuckle and nod my head. My
brain hasn't defrosted yet from the shock. Just for the record though, Chub
and I have never wanted our 'own' rooms...

Doors slam on Tom's Mercedes as my Mom calls out the window, "Don't feel
you need to rush, and please drive carefully," and Chub yells, "See ya at
Bay Shore, boys," and then the crunching sound of the car's tires on gravel
as Tom drives the five of them down the alley leading to the main road,
Ocean Drive. 'Bay Shore' is the name of the restaurant.

Standing here it's eerily silent now with just Rob and me looking out at
the picturesque view with the huge sun quickly fading into night. The sun
is large just hanging over the Atlantic Ocean way the fuck out there and
getting ready to drop out of sight.

Rob murmurs wistfully, "They're really nice people. Your family, Dylan,
really nice." Shifting my feet, I go, "Thanks, um, when did you decide...?"
and he goes, "C'mon, upstairs. I need to shower real fast. Actually, Dylan,
I'm almost as surprised to be here as you are." I follow him upstairs as he
adds, "This was a totally an ad hoc deal all the way around. And well, we
need to catch-up on some reunion-sex too... heh heh, right?" I grin,
hurrying to go past him and up the steps, saying over my shoulder, "I'll
say we do! Jesus, Robby, I'm so happy you're here."

We walk through the kitchen and Rob follows me upstairs to the second floor
and down the hall to the bedroom on the end, furthest from the others. It's
the better of the two guest bedrooms, which is why on Monday Chub and I
left it vacant. We didn't know if Tim and Tom had other guests coming. And
then that 'guest' ends up being Robby.

Rob tells me Chubby called a half-hour after I called him this afternoon
and said it'd be awesome if Rob could get his ass here for my
birthday. Chub mentioned this vacation hasn't met my expectations so far,
but if Rob could survive a couple of days without working it'd probably
turn things around in that regard. Robby goes, "Heh heh, fucking Jeff made
it seem like I'd be an asshole for not coming," and he laughs, adding,
"When I thought about I was like... yeah, he's right! I mean, I'm missing a
mere two-and-a-half-days at work! Big fucking deal!" I go, "Chubby's can be
persuasive." Rob bumps my side, "He said it would cheer you up if I came
and I felt good about being able to do that."

Still finding it hard to believe Robby would leave work like that, I ask,
"So just today he called, and it was right after our phone call this
afternoon?" Robby goes, "Yeah, like I just told you, it was just earlier
today. Um, like seven-hours ago and I know it's very unlike me to just drop
everything and do something on the spur of the moment, but that's what I
did. When you're involved, heh heh, I'm likely to do crazy things, baby."
Actually, it's not all that's crazy for most people, but for Rob it's like
unheard of...

I say seriously, "Just so ya know, I love that you did this, Robby. I
really love it!" He grins, "Yeah, impetuous me, huh? Ya know, at first I
thought the idea was crazy!" He puts his suitcase on the bed, opens it and
begins neatly folding his clothes into the bureau drawers, adding, "So I
told Jeff I'd need to get back to him and he said, "Make it fast... ha
ha. That fucking brother of yours, huh?" I go, 'So what'd you do?" He
shrugs, "I don't know. I guess I was trying to process the crazy
idea. Finally I thought about him saying you weren't, um, yourself I
guess. He was kinda abrupt, ya know? Anyway, I thought, fuck it and I
called Dad. His reaction was, 'Is this a joke, Rob? I'm busy, son.' Ha ha,
Dad was like pissed at first. I told him it was no fucking joke and that
I'm gonna do it! Just like that!"

I'm nodding my head as Rob holds up a shirt, muttering, "This Goddamn shirt
should have been on a hanger. I told Mom... oh, never mind." I take the
shirt from him, as he says, "So anyway, yeah, I told Dad I need a few days
off and after a little pause, like two-seconds of dead silence, he said he
thought I did too. I'd just caught him off guard at first, like Jeff caught
me off guard, ya know?" I nod again and he goes, 'So Dad says, 'Yes, have
yourself some fun, son.' So here I am, and oh yeah, Dad told me to say 'hi'
to you for him."

I'm still holding the clothes on hangers in one hand and now the shirt he
just gave me in the other, as I mumble, "Really? Your Dad said to say 'hi'
to me?" Rob takes the hangers off my fingers and begins hanging each item
in the closet separately, a space between each hanger, saying, "Yes, why
wouldn't he say 'hi'?" Shrugging, I mutter, "I just, I don't know..." and
Rob says, "So, after talking with Dad I swept everything that was on top of
my desk into my top drawer and called Maggie March." I'm like, "Uh huh,
Maggie March. Um, who's Maggie March?" He looks startled, "She's the
company's travel coordinator! Anyway, she got me reservations for the
Atlantic City flight, which was pure luck. I mean it was lucky there even
was a flight that worked for me time-wise, and while driving home I started
getting really fucking excited about the whole idea. Especially surprising
the shit out of my cute boyfriend," and he gives me a hug."

Hugging him back, I'm asking, "What'd you do when you got home? What'd your
Mom say?" He lets go of me and shrugs, "What'd Mom say? Um, I forget, but
she started ironing some clothes for me real fast as I packed a
suitcase. You know cargo shorts, shirts, whatever..." I'm like, "Your Mom
helped you get ready?" He chuckles, "Well yeah, why wouldn't she? I forget
what she said exactly because I was running around and all, but Mom thought
it was a great idea! I was going bananas decided what clothes to bring but
Mom was all for me having a little vacation from work." I'm like, "Oh,
that's nice," and he goes back in his suitcase and gets a small box wrapped
in balloon-decorated-paper, saying, "Speaking of Mom, she bought you a
birthday present."

I'm like, "Your Mom?" as I reach for the box, but Rob drops the box on the
bed next to his suitcase and takes a sweatshirt out to re-fold it before
putting it in a drawer, as he's saying, "Yeah, my Mom. Your Mom's been down
here with you all week," and he laughs, "Why the hell would your Mom give
me a present to give to you? Ya nut!" He's taking underwear from the
suitcase to neatly put in another bureau drawer, mumbling, "She bought you
a wallet; my Mom did, not yours. It was last Monday when she was shopping
for some fall clothes on sale. I think it was Monday, or it may have been
Tuesday... Um, I forget now." Who cares what day it was?

This is mind-boggling. Rob looks at me grinning as he says, "Yeah, she told
me we'd have a belated birthday dinner for you when you got home from your
trip. Well, first she asked me what she could get you for your birthday and
I said 'how the hell would I know'. I was hurrying to eat breakfast, so
yeah it was Monday. Anyway, I finally remembered you and Jeff were saving
for a new car so I mentioned that and somehow, she figured a 'wallet' would
be perfect. Ha ha, Moms! Ya know?" and he laughs again. I'm stunned, "She
bought me a present last Monday?" He nods, "Yeah, so instead of waiting
until you got home she wanted me to bring it with me and give it to you on
your birthday." " He taps my cheek, adding, "Since I was gonna be here
anyway."

As Rob's finishing putting his clothes in the bureau drawers, I'm gawking
at the present lying on the bed; a small box his Mom wrapped in this
birthday-balloons-paper. Sure, the paper is more appropriate for a
seven-year-old, but still... she wrapped it. Rob closes his suitcase, and
asks, "Would you put that shirt you're holding on a hanger for me please?"
I forgot I was still holding it as mutter, "Uh huh," and then step over to
the closet to do that.

Dropping his toiletry kit on the top of the bureau he looks around,
apparently satisfied his stuff is where it should be, and goes, "Okay,
good!" and as he puts the empty suitcase on the floor of the closet, he
asks, "Ya want me to help you bring your stuff to this room?" I nod, "Sure
thanks, um, in a minute though." Picking up the box I unwrap his Mom's
present and sure enough it's a nice wallet. Last year I got a really nice
one too and I still like it a lot. Opening this new wallet, I see a
hundred-dollar-bill inside. Taking it out I show it to Rob, who mutters,
"Sweet! Way to go, Mom." I nod, "That's so nice of her," and then I read
out-loud the little birthday card. It has, 'Happy Birthday' on the front
and then nothing inside except her handwritten, 'Wish I was 22 again! Be
happy forever, Dylan. Love, Mrs. D.'

Gee, that's so, um, touching. Especially the 'love' word. Rob comes over
and says, "I got you a birthday card too," and he brings his hand out from
behind him and hands it to me. I look at him grinning as I put the wallet
from his Mom on the bed and then rip open the envelope. On the front of the
card is a stick drawing of two guys standing next to each other; stick
figures with dots on their faces signifying the trend for
three-day-beards... and, I suppose to imply the drawings are actually young
men and not kids. Below the cute drawings, it reads, 'We're better
together' and inside Rob wrote in his almost calligraphy-style handwriting,
'Yes, we are better together, Dylan. You and me together against the world,
babe. I'll love you until the stars fall from the sky.' Wow, for Rob that
qualifies as poetic. Looking up, I go, "Me too, Robby," and he smiles,
saying, "You're what love means to me, Dylan." I grin, mumbling, "Let me
read that book of corn-ball-sayings when you're done memorizing it, okay?"
He laughs out loud and then mutters, "It's all straight from my corn-ball
heart, baby." Inside the card there's a check for five-hundred
dollars. Wow!

I'm touched on a couple of levels. His sentiment is corny but I'm a sucker
for that, and he knows I am. So even though I teased him about the
sentiments I've got a tear in my eye. Damn, and this generous gift, and
this is his money after he already spent the thousand-dollars Dodger gave
him. Jeez, the only other thing I can think to say is that lame thing the
twins didn't want me to say earlier. Holding up the check, I mutter, "You
didn't have to, Robby..." but he gets my head between his hands giving my
lips a sloppy kiss which gets my overly-emotional eyes a little
wetter. What better emotion is there than love?

My arms go around him and we slowly fall back onto the bed and on top of my
new wallet from his Mom. Rob's on top of me and I'm on my back reaching
under me to pull out the wallet.

It's special beyond words to be deeply in love with someone who returns his
love for you. Rob and I have been in love with each other in one form or
another, and sharing our bodies sexually, for a few years now but the
hunger for one another just seems to grow. Where love and need intersect,
like it has for us, that's where you'll find true love and happiness and
fulfillment in your life.

While most well-adjusted humans want to be 'needed', relationships that are
primarily based on the 'need' for a sex partner often become clingy and
ultimately unhealthy. When there is love and 'need' together though you've
got a healthy love affair. Rob and I experienced puppy-love as teenagers
and that grew over the years into true love while, at the same time, we
were consciously and unconsciously fulfilling a 'need' in each other.

And no, it's not just a sexual need, although that's important. Most humans
need to feel connected with another human who understands them as they
experience growth. We all have a need to just, um, belong. Be a part of a
lasting, positive, and significant personal relationship.

There's actually something called the 'belongingness hypothesis'. I know,
it's a weird name but there is such a thing. It states that humans have a
basis psychological need to feel connected to others. To have a caring,
affectionate bond through a close relationship... it's a major part of
human behavior. In a general sense that applies to 'belonging' to groups or
organizations as well as belonging to a group of friends, but also
belonging to a loving relationship with one special person. So, when 'need'
and 'love' intersect and complement each other it's very special.

I once belonged to a very exclusive group, and for a very long time
too. The exclusive group was Chubby and me. That's until the unavoidable
vagaries of life caused that exclusive group to separate from what we'd
been for seventeen years, but as they say... when one door closes it
sometimes opens another one. Robby was in the other 'door' and we are now
members of my new exclusive group. My first exclusive group also included
the essentials of 'need' and 'love' although a different form of love than
I'm experiencing in my current group-of-two. Nonetheless the first group of
two will always be number one in my heart and mind. It's just that for sane
people like my brother and me the reality of this world, the state of
things so to speak, can't be denied and therefore must override fantasy and
idealistic ideas of our childhood. I'll leave the fighting of reality to
the insane and/or mislead among us... the Don Quixote's of the world.

Most of us have sexual 'needs' and that's definitely so for Rob and me,
although there's a lot more to our love affair than sex. We've been apart
for a week though and consequently we're strongly feeling the need for sex
with one another at this moment. For many people a week's separation is
probably insignificant, but not for Rob and me because of our overly active
libidos and because we've been regularly accommodating those libidos for a
long time now and, consequently, a week's separation is a big deal to
us. No one fulfills my need in that regard as well as Robby, and he claims
the same about me, so here we go...

And sure, this would be a perfect time to engage in lover's sex except for
the previously mentioned week's separation, plus our time constraints this
evening. At the moment our libidos require a hot quick sexual experience
with each other, and that's exactly what we're all about right now. With
the aura of our love always hovering all around us we're quite capable and
more than willing to fulfill this immediate need with some rough and fast
recreational sex. Later tonight we'll engage in slow delicious lover's sex
which is the best sex of all. There's no question about that, but when
you're horny and impatient for sex it's best to wait for a better time to
engage in slow lover's sex in order to do that special sex justice.

We start with a hungry kiss; a teeth-scraping wet kiss with our faces
moving back and forth rubbing noses and acting slightly out of control
while inhaling each other's familiar scent. It's so wonderful experiencing
the familiar feel, taste and touch of him as our mouths come together again
with tongues licking and both of us making grunting and moaning sounds of
sexual heat, our hands in each other's hair and then rubbing our hands over
shoulders and backs and asses as we squirm together on the bed humping our
sex organs while exchanging and spreading mixed saliva around our mouths.

In short order sweat pops out on our foreheads as sexual heat rises and
we're into an almost wrestling-match-make-out while pressing our slim, hard
bodies together. Hips humping and hungry mouths sucking and then licking
each other's lips until Robby gasps and collapses fully on me breathing
deeply. I pull the side of his face against mine hugging around the back of
his neck. His body feeling strong and fit.

Deep breathing and then Rob murmurs, "Oh man, my cock is so hard it hurts
and my freakin' underpants are wet with pre-cum and I'm afraid I'm gonna
shoot-off in my pants." I gasp, "Me too, Robby." Hmmm, it appears Rob and I
have had a similar lack of sexual relief this past week. He lifts his head,
kisses my lips quickly, and says, " Get your pants off, babe. I'll get the
KY Jelly from my toiletry kit."

Sitting up, Rob takes a deep breath and then chuckles, muttering, "Look at
that," pointing at his cargo shorts where his stubby, fat boner is
'tenting' out his fly with a wet ring of pre-cum at the end of the tent
pole. Grinning, he adds, "We're a couple of animals in heat,
boyfriend. Ain't it awesome?" My heart is pounding like a drum and I feel
like I'm going to cum myself as I'm struggling to unfasten my recently
ironed cargo shorts.

My face is hot and red but I'm feeling love for Robby and for the pleasure
he gives me. I watch him standing at the bureau going through his toiletry
kit... his shorts around his ankles and the bottom of his Polo-shirt just
touching where his pubic hairs begin. Rob's aroused but seems more composed
than me so maybe Danny's libido caught up with him and he helped my
boyfriend bridge the gap of our week apart. Nothing like that happened with
Danny for me during the weeks before coming to Wildwood and the last time
Hayden and I did 'it' was the Fourth of July, over a month ago. Well fuck,
my side-sex has been almost nonexistent for quite a while now, so nothing
new there.

Still watching Robby, I see him absently kick off his shorts and then he
follows his boner back to the bed grinning and carrying the lubricant as I
sit-up on the bed and begin kicking my shorts and my pre-cum-wet boxers off
my feet, as Rob says, "This is like the best thing in the world. You and
me, Dylan." He gets a glob of lubricant on his fingers and spreads it on
his very fat, hard boner that's sticking straight out from his pubic hairs,
the head swollen with almost all the foreskin pulled off it. I'd like to
suck that super cock but Rob's rubbing a lot of slippery lubricant up and
down it now. He goes, "Mmmmm." Yeah, I'll bet that feels good and then with
another grin he reaches over and strokes my hard cock, the lube slippery
and smooth inside his fist as it goes up and down my boner.

Oh God, that feels good! I lie back on the bed pulling my legs up,
spreading and bending them at the knees giving Rob full access to my
privates. One, two, three strokes up and down my boner before my hand
pushes Rob's fist away, "No, Rob, I'll cum!" He smiles and slides his fist
up and down on my boner again. "Ooooh," my back arches off the bed and I
moan again, "Mmmm, oooh..."

Letting go of my boner Rob cups my thighs pulling me towards him until my
asshole is just over the edge. After a hard, SMACK!" on my ass he pushes
back on my legs with my back curving now and my ass coming up
slightly. Still holding my legs back, and not even needing to guide his
hard-as-a-bone boner to my asshole he merely moves his hips closer and the
hard, slippery wet head of his cock presses between the lips of my asshole
spreading, spreading, spreading them until his cock's head forces its way
past my sphincter muscle and buries itself halfway inside me, "Ooooh!"

Pain flows into my head from my over-stretched asshole as Rob takes a deep
breath, and then says, "Oh Jesus, I feel like I'm gonna cum right now. Just
a second, babe." I'm staring at his face as he closes his eyes and takes
two more deep breaths while being perfectly still. The pain gets to the
mere throbbing stage quickly and I'd love to stroke my boner but don't dare
or I'd shoot cum straight up in the air. My heart's going thump, thump,
thump and I'm taking quick gasping breaths. I'm so aroused I can't think of
anything except wanting Robby's cock pumping my ass.

Nodding his head like he's got it under control Robby open his eyes and
does a strong hip thrust pushing his boner two inches up inside me and I
groan, "Ahhhhh," because that really hurt! It hurt but it hurt so fucking
good it confused me for a second. Robby blows a long exhale out through
lips that formed an 'O' and it gets me further aroused witnessing Rob's
deep arousal. A quiet gasp from him and he humps the rest of his boner up
inside me getting his crotch tight against my buttocks as he's shuffling
his feet closer to the bed and then leaning in against my ass. The pain
blinds me for maybe ten-seconds before a glow in my rectum begins forming
and a warm sensation spreads out from my rectum. Some guys might mistake it
as pain, but not me. I think of it as the forerunner of pleasure,
yeah... pleasure like no other.

Rob's still leaning forward with a hand pushing behind each of my
legs. With his crotch tight against my buttocks he pants a little and then
murmurs, "I don't wanna cum yet, babe, so I'll wait a little bit. Feels so
fucking good though...ooooh, mmm." Huh, maybe Danny didn't help Rob out
after all.

With his shoulders doing a little shudder Robby takes his hands off my legs
and rests then on the bed or either side of my belly letting my ass drops
down level with the mattress as his boner pulls out halfway. That movement
gets sensations soaring off my prostate and I makes a "Ssssssh," sound
sucking air in between my teeth as pre-cum drools down the shaft of my
throbbing boner. God that felt good!

Breathing more normally now Robby smiles at me, mumbling, "Jesus, you'd
think this is the first time I ever did this." Now I see his body relaxing
as I grin back at him, asking, "Do you know what to do next?" He smiles and
smacks my ass again, "SMACK!" muttering, "I'll think of something." Leaning
over to kiss my mouths, his hard boner pulls up on my anus and I moan and
squirm under him.

During the past few seconds everything in my rectum has changed totally so
that now my rectum is on full-time pleasure mode and the very stretched
lips around my anus have become more elastic and are beginning to
sparkle-out sizzling electric pleasure sparks from the thousands of nerve
ending that earlier were being bad and sending out the other kind of
signals. I knew those nerve endings would get it right because they always
do!

The two-inches Rob's boner pulled from my ass goes back tightly inside me
as he straightens up and moves his hips towards me. Both of us lets out a
quiet, "Oooh." Rob murmurs, "I'm good to go now," and he withdraws his cock
and then pushes it right back up my ass. My back arches and I moan,
"Ooooh," again. There simply is nothing else that feels this
good... nothing!

Pulling back again and then it's the hard thrust back in that moves me an
inch backward on the mattress followed by steady, "Slap, slap, slap,"
sounds of our flesh smacking together as his thrusting gets both of us
moaning with pleasure. The thrusting gets faster almost immediately, and
harder too. Each fast hard-thrust pushes me a little bit further back on
the mattress so that after thirty-seconds he does a hard hump up my ass and
then, almost in an angry manner, grabs the front of my legs that I'm still
holding up, spread, and bent at the knees. With a grunt he pulls my body
towards him so my ass is again off the mattress. With a satisfied grin his
thrusting becomes frantic, "Slapslapslapslap," with me moaning, "Oh, ooh,
oooh, ooooh!" as a wave of sexual pleasure drifts from my rectum and
surround my pelvic area. "Slapslapslap," as pleasure sensations begins
spreading up into my stomach, my rectum glowing with increasing sexual
pleasure until I'm aware of nothing in the world but Rob and the
pleasure. Such pleasure! My eyes close as I continue the involuntary moans
at each hard, fast thrust.

Somewhere in my brain I know this ecstasy can't last very long and then
it's here already, my climax comes roaring up on me and while I shouldn't
be, I'm still surprised it happened this quickly, and moan, "No..." It's a
weak begging, 'no' as the roaring orgasm overwhelms every sense in my mind
and body with my hips humping out a long, creamy stream of cum that shoots
straight up in the air followed by another so quickly I can't do my squeal;
just a wimpy-airy-sound. Deliciously thrilling sensations shake my world in
the most perfect way. I can't catch my breath, never mind squeal. It's a
total pleasure explosion and I want to fully appreciate every little second
of it as my world completely stops for ten-seconds of magnificently
blindingly-brilliance pleasure! Yep, that's my sexual climax whenever I'm
doing it with Robby... after a week without it.

Inhaling nosily now I feel wet splats here and there on me and on the bed
too, "Splat, splat, splat," as my streaks of cum return to earth overtaken
by the grips of gravity. That brings me back to this plane of existence
with the after-effect of climax making me shake and shudder as sensations
quickly begin fading and then I'm fixated on the shocking expression of
ecstasy on Rob's face as simultaneously I feel his stream of cum flooding
my bowels. He's humping against my butt cheeks gasping and moaning, 'Yes,
yes, yes," during his incredible ten-seconds in another world called sexual
climax. I'm now weak and loose and his humping jostles me on the mattress
until too quickly Rob becomes weak and loose too. It's as if there are no
bones in his body as he falls forward on top of me again taking gasping
deep breaths.

His heart pounds against my chest as I rub his body from his ass up his
back and finally hug his head. He lies on me, his hot moist breath against
the side of my neck and the head of his still-firm cock inside me. Less
than a minute of that before Rob pushes himself up off me and then thrust
his cock in my ass for another minute. It feels good as I stare at his
face, wet with perspiration, his longish blond bangs stuck in the sweat on
his forehead. He's so fucking good looking!

Pulling his cock out Rob looks dazed as he stands up straight, still
breathing hard, and then motions at the bed with his hand, muttering, "I
tried not to get lubricant and cum on that expensive-looking bedspread." I
go, Oh," and my arm flops to my side landing on some of my cum on the
bedspread... oops. I try wiping the wet spots of my cum with arm,
murmuring, "That was wonderful, Rob. I missed you so much." He reaches his
hand down for me to take hold of it and when I do he helps pull me up, as
he says, "Me too, Dylan. Omigod, I needed that, babe," and he rubs my head,
"I love you, Dylan."

I get up feeling really good! Grinning I say, "Damn, that was so goooood,"
and we hug still wearing our shirts, but that's all we have on at the
moment. Unfortunately, my dress-up shirt took some incoming cum-shots from
my orgasm. There's spots of cum all over the front and some splattering
spots on Rob's shirt from when he was lying on me after his climax. Neither
of us mentions it though. One last exhale and now we're mostly back to
practical matters as Rob looks around, asking, "Where's the bathroom we're
supposed to use?"  I point to a door and he goes, "Ha, I thought that was a
closet. We have our own bathroom? Sweet!"

After pulling off our shirts Rob grabs his toiletry kit and we check-out
the bathroom. It's just like the one off Chub's and my bedroom. Even though
I had a shower a couple hours ago I'm taking another one with Rob. We're a
little rushed though because we don't want to hold up everyone's dinner
much longer. From the first kiss of our make-out until our climaxes it was
like a total of eight-to-ten-minutes. We took care of each other's
immediate sexual need and now we're all set for more meaningful sex,
lover's sex, later tonight or tomorrow morning depending on how smashed we
get tonight.

Hot, recreational sex like we just had is nothing new between us and we
both mumble compliments for each other's part in it. After relieving our
horniness we're back on an even keel, so to speak. While we quickly shampoo
our hair, Rob's asking, "Is this Bay Shore Restaurant pretty much a seafood
place?" Using the handheld shower-head rinsing shampoo from my hair, I go,
"Well yeah, we're at the shore and the restaurant is on the bay with the
ocean close by, so sea food is king here. I've had beef there too
though. Angus aged-beef that's excellent. Oh wait! Last year the Wednesday
special was standing rib roast. That's my favorite so if it's on the menu
that's what I'll get." Rob goes, "Yeah, me too."

As we do a fast bathing I'm looking at his hair, asking, "Jesus, Rob, how
the hell long are you gonna let your hair grow? You're not thinking
'ponytail' I hope." He goes, "Nooo! Fuck ponytails. I'm merely being a
little different, bucking the latest trend with normal longer hair instead
of being like everyone else who got sucked into that goofy latest fad
haircut that you have," and he chuckles, adding, "Heh heh, that fad-haircut
I've been giving you guys."

Rinsing off quickly, I'm frowning and mumbling, "Yeah, but didn't you claim
it looks cool on me?" He goes, "Yes, but then everything looks cool on
you." Poking him in the ribs, I go, "Ain't it the truth though." He grins
and I add, "Oh, I met this private-school dufus-snob on the boardwalk who
had the private-school long hairdo that it looks like your headed
for. Yeah, he needs to use lots of hair product so the long stupid hairs on
the sides stay combed back and then it all meets in back and it looks like
shit!" Rob chuckles again, "Thanks for the heads-up. Obviously, I'll avoid
that hairstyle! Wouldn't want to listen to you negatively critiquing my
hair every day." I mutter, "I'm just warning you of potential long-hair
problems that'll make you look like a jackass, that's all I'm saying." He
gets his arms around me and I hug back, muttering, "So don't give me any
shit about my haircut, okay?"

He reaches behind me and smacks my ass, saying, "Be good," and I smack his
ass, "SMACK!" grinning and asking, "What was that you say, babe?" He
chuckles as we get out of the shower stall and dry off with towels brought
from home. In the bedroom getting dressed, I go, "My nicely ironed shirt
that I especially picked-out for tonight has cum on it now and it's pretty
much your fault." Rob goes, "Well hell, my Mom ironed six shirts for my
trip and I'm only here for three nights. Take one of the ones hanging in
the closet." Hee hee, I was hoping he'd offer. I don't feel like ironing
another one of mine.

Quickly dressed and ready to go, we're going downstairs as Rob smiles and
says excitedly, "I'm so happy to be here, babe!" and he squeezes my
shoulder, adding, "Did I say, 'Happy Birthday' yet?" I go, "No, and I'm
seriously hurt that you haven't!" We both stop at the bottom of the stairs
to hug. He gives me a kiss and says, "Happy Birthday, Dylan!"

Even though I know how to get there and the Jeep is available, Rob wants to
drive us to the restaurant so we get in his rented four-door, black
Chevrolet Cruze, a car that looks like every other car on the road and Rob
drives to the end of the alley and then asks, "Which way?" I point to the
left and off we go. His rental car is fairly new and still has a faint
new-car smell.

Rob goes, "Hey! Did I tell you I might be getting a new company car to
replace my pickup? Probably this September. Dad's been talking about new
cars and trucks again. I mean now that business is booming." I go, "Good to
hear," as I think back on my past concerns that his father had expanded his
company beyond his capabilities. He sure proved me wrong about that. I
don't have much of a feel for business obviously, but fuck that, I love
Rob's pickup and hate to see him turn it in. Jesus, the memories of fucking
in that truck will be with me forever.

The restaurant is a fifteen-minute drive from the house and when we get
there the parking lot is full. That's a good sign, right? We park across
the street in the auxiliary lot and while walking across the street, Rob
saying, "I'm starving!" and I'm like, "Omigod, look at Chubby."

Sitting on a bench in front of the restaurant entrance is Chubby. He's
smoking a cigarette and talking to a very old man who, from his appearance
may have just stepped off a raft. Big 'Hello' greeting from Chubby as he
jumps up. Rob and I bump fist with him as Chub gestures at the old
derelict, saying, "This hale and hearty fellow is seventy-nine years
old. Meet Ralph Moore," and the old fellow gives us both a dirty look
before looking away without saying anything. Robby mumbles, "Hi."

Chubby goes, "Believe it or not, my man Ralph still fishes every fucking
day, six-days a week on his fifty-year-old, fifty-foot fishing boat. You
weren't hull-shitting me, right Ralph?" Ralph coughs some phlegm up and
spits it on the ground near my foot. Rob goes, "Oh wow, whaddaya catch,
Mr. Moore?" The old guy, who's smoking a cigar that smells like an old
rope, goes, "Fish, whaddaya think I catch!" I look at Chubby, mumbling, "Do
you think we should go inside now, Chub?" He's chuckling and nodding his
head, "Yeah, sure, good idea, bro." Giving the fisherman a pat on his
shoulder, Chub says, "Keep it in your pants, Ralph," and we go inside.

I'm like, "Why do you talk to odd-ball strangers like that derelict, Chub?
That guy smelled like maybe he forgot a fish in his back pocket from last
week." Chubby laughs and goes, "Ralph probably forgot to do his weekly
change of clothes. He told me he's waiting for his girlfriend and I was
kinda hoping she'd show up, ya know?" I make a 'face' muttering, "Gawd..."

As we walk into an overcrowded foyer, Chub says, "We got seated a couple
minutes ago and your Mom asked me to wait outside for you. Our table is on
the patio which is on the opposite end of the restaurant and she was afraid
the woman at the front desk wasn't paying attention about you and Rob
joining us. This place is a huge madhouse, bro!" It is loud and smells
distinctly like fish and, um, garlic.

As we make our way around tables of people eating and talking loudly, Chub
goes, "We've got a primo table outside with a cool view of the bay and
docked boats. A very Jersey Shore atmosphere, ya know?" I nod while
avoiding a super-cute busboy with a gigantic tray on his shoulder that's
loaded with dirty dishes. Glancing at him he grins at me and I get the old
vibe back thinking how hot that cute fucker is. Jesus, I'm hoping he's our
bus boy! See, it's like somehow Rob being here has freed me up to be more
my old self. Hot shit!

Rob and I follow my always cheery and upbeat brother through one room of
the restaurant and then another before seeing the wall of glass with
sliding doors leading out to this large patio on the bay. It's loud on the
patio too with background music and big voices and laughter, which is a
good atmosphere! What's not so good is the round of applause from the Moms
and the twins as we approach. Rob blushes because the hand clapping
naturally draws attention to us from many gawkers at surrounding
tables. Chubby takes a bow before sitting down.

As we're sitting Rob says, "Sorry to keep everyone waiting." The Moms
assure him they just sat down a few minutes ago themselves and then Tom's
motioning to a waiter who comes scurrying over. Tom tells the waiter, "Our
birthday boy has arrived. You can bring on the champagne now." That waiter
and another one are back in twenty-seconds with wine buckets of ice, a
bottle of champagne in each one and they set the buckets on little round
tables especially for that purpose.

The waiters each open a bottle with loud, almost simultaneous, POP! sound
when the corks come out. Expertly the two waiters, neither the least bit
interesting to look at, pour champagne in our glasses without the sparkling
foam overflowing and when done that the half-full bottles go back in the
buckets with a white little towel around each one. Classy!

One of the below-average-looking-waiters, the guy with a nose the size of
Delaware, says in a strange high voice, "Enjoy! I'll be back in a few
minutes to take your orders." Jesus, just my luck to get a goof for a
waiter, one who sounds like he recently had his nuts cut off. And where's
that busboy?

Everyone at the table except Rob and me have had one or two cocktails here
at the restaurant bar to go with the drinks they all had at the house
before leaving for the restaurant. Rob and I have had nada. Tom holds up
his glass and says, "To Dylan's twenty-second birthday. Happy birthday,
Dylan and many, many more!" As we're clicking glasses together, I mumble,
"Thank you, Tom, and thanks to all of you for not singing." Chub goes, "The
'Happy Birthday' song is for the waiters to sing after dinner when they
bring out the cake, bro." Oh shit, yeah I remember that from last
year. Again I think how I should have had a few cocktails already... my
mistake!

We all taste the champagne and the Moms claim it's delicious with Tim
saying, "Yeah, it is surprisingly good, isn't it?" Chub, Robby, and I
glance at one another with little frowns because 'surprisingly good' isn't
how we'd describe the taste, but we don't say anything. Champagne must be
an acquired taste, like beer was for us. I only know about one champagne,
and it's expensive... Dom Perignon. Whichever one of the twins ordered this
champagne he had the sense not to order that. Glancing at the bottle in the
bucket right next to me I see this is something called Ballinger
Champagne. I'm curious how much it cost per bottle but obviously I don't
ask.

Gulping down some more of the overly-effervescent bubbly champagne, I say,
"This is great! Thank you, Tim and Tom, for making my birthday special, and
Tris, and Mom and Chub and Robby... all of you. Thank you! Um, just being
with you guys is special." Mom says, "Aww, that's sweet, Dylan," and Tom
says, "You're very welcome, Dylan." I go, "And thanks for inviting Robby,
too," and I look at him, so I guess that makes him feel obligated to say
something, so he mumbles, "Yes, thanks again." Tris says, "Thank you for
coming, Rob!" Yeah, it's that kind of overly-polite-type thing right now,
but a few more drinks and everyone will loosen-up.

There's some additional awkward chatter with Chubby staying out of it. He
knows how awkward it is for me being the center of attention and he doesn't
want to add to it. Chubby has a sixth sense about stuff like that. As a
further demonstration of Chub's sixth-sense he picks up the over-sized menu
in front of him and gets further attention off me by saying, "What's
everyone gonna have for dinner tonight?" And now all of us begin looking at
the menu in front of us. The Moms right away discuss the appetizer choices
and the conversation becomes all about what to order for dinner, and not
about my birthday, or Rob being here.

Taking a deep but quiet breath Rob and I exchange grins as Chubby squeezes
my hand under the table giving me a smile and mouthing silently, 'Happy
Birthday, bro'. He's on one side of me and Rob's on the other, so what
could be better? I'm relaxing now and feeling good that the birthday
greetings and good wishes are over with. Now it's merely a dinner at a
restaurant like we've all been a part of many times.

Sure, I wish I was able to handle simple social situations like a birthday
dinner better, but I still get very self-conscious. Actually I was better
at this when I was a lot younger and didn't know any better. And maybe I
don't feel I deserve being treated so well, which is a disturbing now that
I give its second thought; one that needs to be thought-out more. Ah fuck,
I don't know why I am like I am, but then who the fuck does? Know why they
are like they are, I mean.

Whatever, now everyone is talking and I'm it's all good as Chubby exclaims,
"Hey, Dylan, it's prime rib night!" I've been looking at my menu but not
really reading it. Now I see the insert announcing the Wednesday night
special, and say, "Great, just like last year! That's what I'm
ordering... medium rare and I'm feeling the 'king' cut; the sixteen-ounces
version tonight." It makes me think back to Mrs. Dickers fixing a prime rib
dinner that Rob says she was doing because she heard me say that prime rib
roast is my favorite. Again I get that weird thought, wondering if I'm
Dodger's replacement, I mean in her mind. Maybe subconsciously, ya know?
There's that fucking 'subconscious' mind again.

Chub, Rob, and I get the prime rib while everyone else orders sea food or
fish of one kind or another. I'm not against certain kinds of sea food and
in the spirit of being on the bay and near the ocean I order a shrimp
cocktail as my appetizer. Well, I usually order that at a restaurant in
Boston or Framingham too.

It becomes a very pleasant dinner because the twins and our Moms are very
easy-going pleasant people who like to laugh and easily overlook minor
details like an occasional faux pas from one of us guys. Yeah, and waiter's
screw-ups are overlooked too, like Tim being served a whole lobster instead
of the baked stuffed lobster he ordered. He says to the flustered waiter,
"Ya know what, Ronald? I think this is what I should have ordered in the
first place. Where's my bib?"  See, that could have been very disruptive if
Timmy insisted on his original order because then we'd all be eating while
he waited for his food to be prepared, and then when it came... well, it
would have definitely fucked up the good karma.

Excerpt for that screw-up, the dinner is a big success food-wise and
relaxation-wise. And then I survive the birthday cake and the waiters and
waitresses singing Happy Birthday while pointing at me while other dinners
again turn in their chairs gawking at me. I kept a smile on my face the
whole time. I learned that from Chubby last year when they were singing to
him. He told me afterward that through the entire singing of the song he
was thinking about 'doing' MJ in the back of the Jeep.

While we're all eating birthday cake Tim and Tommy give Chubby and me the
extravagant birthday presents of a five-thousand-dollar check each. The
birthday cards containing the checks are signed by the twins and our
Moms. It's for our upgraded car. The twins presented us our gifts with a
short speech saying that they all, the Moms especially, couldn't be prouder
of Chub and I for the way we basically raised ourselves and how very few
kids could have done it as well, if at all. So true... ha ha.

They go on to say how proud they are that we never got in any trouble,
never a call from school asking to see our parents, never a problem of any
kind. They heap so much praise on Chub and I that we're speechless. Not an
unknown condition for me, but one Chubby's unfamiliar with. Yeah, all
kidding aside, it was really special. The twins and the Moms made it seem
as though we deserved the money and much more, plus their gratitude, so
yeah it was... really something.

Obviously Chub and I couldn't thank them enough and the Moms had tears in
their eyes from Tom's and Tim's speech, as did Chub and I... a little bit
anyway. To be praised like that and know it's not really warranted, not all
of it anyway, gives one conflicting emotions. We also have enough sense to
know that it would serve no good purpose telling them about all the shit
Chub and I got ourselves into over the years. Getting ourselves out of the
shit was sort of our secret redeeming quality.

I'd known about the gifts earlier of course but it was still a shock to
actually be holding a certified check for five-thousand dollars in my
fingers. It was a special ten-minutes and ended with hugs all the way
around which is awkward too. Ya know, everyone getting up and moving to hug
the person across from you at the table. This received more gawking-stares
from the other dinners but who the fuck can blame these people for gawking
at this latest hug-fest? I grabbed Rob to include him in the hugging for
fear he'd feel left out.

Eventually of course it comes to an end, thankfully, and now we're all
outside the restaurant. Us guys and the Moms are thanking the twins again
for an excellent time and a wonderful dinner and then Chub makes a little
sincere speech about how lucky he and I feel we are to have Timmy and Tommy
as our perspective Step-Dads. This gets some awkwardness from the twins,
for once, and then Chub, holding up his birthday card, adds, "We felt this
way long before we had any knowledge about these birthday cards and what's
in them." Shockingly, for once Chub didn't make a joke of it and we both
got more hugs, man-hugs from the twins.

Finally it's time to decide what to do now and we decide to have a
night-cap together at the new Hilton that has a bar overlooking the
ocean. It's kind of a ritzy place for the shore, but when we get there
almost everyone in the place is wearing shorts so we fit right in. When
we're served our after dinner drinks at the Hilton bar, Chubby mutters,
"I'm hoping Friday's dinner for my birthday will be a more mellow
affair. Maybe pizza at Mack and Manco's." The twins chuckle as Tris, says,
"No, sweetheart, your dinner will be just as special as your
brother's. Right, Timmy?" Tim goes, "Jeez, Trisha, do Tom and I need to do
the gifts again too?" The way he said that, like he was serious, made us
laugh.

The twins and Moms are heading for the Radisson Hotel, of all places, after
we have these after dinner drinks. There's an orchestra playing music from
the forties, or some such time in the distant past. They want to do what's
called 'ball-room dancing', and I'm guessing that means hanging-out with
much older people. Obviously nobody here was even born in the forties, or
whatever, but they're going anyway. Chub, Rob, and I politely decline the
invitation to join them.

Instead we're going to the Boardwalk because Rob's never been on a
boardwalk. His early family summer vacations were usually at the Cape or
the Islands, Martha's Vineyard or Nantucket. The past seven-or-eight years
they haven't gone on a summer vacation because of growing their
business. So, it's off to the Boardwalk for us guys with me driving Rob's
rental car.

I'm driving the rental car because Rob can't hold his booze very well and
Chubby had many more drinks than I did. I only had a glass of champagne and
a glass of wine; neither was enjoyable but to be sociable I said I liked
them both very much. Then there was the after dinner drink which was a
'stinger'. A 'stinger', I discovered, is made with about one-third white
creme de menthe and two-thirds Cognac on ice. It wasn't bad at all. While
drinking the stinger cocktail I bragged about Robby's birthday gift and he
got more accolades than the twins got for giving Chub and me
ten-thousand-dollars.

It'll take a few days for all my good fortune of tonight to sink in, but
I'm already aware tonight's good fortune makes my bad fortune earlier pale
by comparison. Actually, this summer vacations has risen from the ashes of
'worst' to now be one of the best. And sure, it's the money but also, I've
felt the special love and caring from my family, both my life-long family
but also my future family of a Step-Dad and of course, Robby when we get
married. If there are going to be better summer vacations in that regard
than this one I can't imagine how that might come to be.

When we get on the Boardwalk Rob is both fascinated and a little
horrified. Mixed emotions are understandable for someone who wasn't raised
with the plusses and minuses of this rather bizarre entertainment venue. I
mean the size of it and the sheer number of people alone is probably
shocking to him, and then there are some bizarre Boardwalk-people. Not the
majority by a long shot but they stand out. The ones whose idea of 'class'
is not smacking their kids in the face in public and only saying 'fuck' in
every other sentence. And that's the women!

Also, too many adult men walking the 'boards' with way too much hairy skin
showing wearing those wife-beater t-shirts and too-short shorts as well as
being very overweight. Too many tattoos and big beer bellies; yes, on the
men and women. Plus there are obnoxious teens who get their kicks walking
right at senior citizens forcing the old timers to move or get run
over. Bully behavior which I've always abhorred and then there are the
tacky shops selling cheap shit like three T-shirts for ten-dollars. Not a
bargain though as the colors will 'run' the first time they're
washed... one T-shirt can ruin an entire wash load, plus shrink to fit a
toddler.

So, nothing's perfect and certainly not the Boardwalk, but there are
awesome aspects of it too, like more thrill rides than at Disney World and
energy and excitement that's captivating. Plus plenty of normal
neighborhood people walking the 'boards' that far outnumber the
trailer-trash crowd. Lots of folks bring their children to the Boardwalk
for excitement and fun like you can't experience anywhere else. There are
other Boardwalks I suppose, but it's hard to imagine any of them are quite
the experience of the Wildwood Boardwalk.

Rob's been to carnivals of course so he isn't especially freaked-out by the
carnival aspect of the amusement piers. And even at twenty-two-years-old
the thrill rides are still way-cool. Ya need to be a lot older than
twenty-two not to get a 'rush' riding some of these amusement rides. Hell,
just look at the ages of the people waiting in line. Plus, the amusement
pier that extends out from the Boardwalk toward the ocean adds greatly to
the unique atmosphere and adventure. Ya know, as the roller coaster is
picking-up speed heading downhill to top-out at a hundred-miles-an-hour it
appears to be heading for a watery climax in the Atlantic Ocean, but then
it doesn't of course although your brain struggles with that realization
when you're careening down in a small open container, people all around you
screaming bloody murder, and you're thinking maybe this time it'll derail
and actually hit the water.

We go on many rides and even try some of the games of chance just to make
fun of our chances. Robby notices various aspects of the Boardwalk that
Chub and I hardly notice anymore after coming here for fifteen years, but
it's fun seeing Robby so enthusiastic about everything. And Rob and Chubby
are seemingly becoming 'tighter' as future brothers-in-law too, which makes
me very happy. Of course, Chubby spends an inordinate amount of time
talking to girls he doesn't know, but would like to get in their pants just
the same. It frees Rob and I to mostly do the scary rides together
pretending we're cool as we're holding onto the sides of the car so tightly
our fingers are white. Why do humans subject ourselves to frightening
situations I wonder?

After an hour on the Boardwalk even Rob's sobered-up and everything is
shutting down for the night anyway. It's around twelve o'clock and we're
ready to shut it down for the night ourselves. None of us is interested in
drinking anything alcoholic by now. I parked the car at the house so we're
walking back there as I'm listening to Chubby and Robby laughing about
tonight's activities, making fun of themselves for acting like kids. And I
don't know, I just feel so contented being with them. Glancing at them I
count my blessings of which there are many!

And, yes, I admit I'm also looking forward to the cherry-on-top for
tonight, meaning Rob and I in bed sober, both feeling very good about
mostly every-fucking-thing we could possibly think of in our lives. Yes,
dreamy lover's sex that some people can only fantasize about. If only life
could always be like this first night of my twenty-second year...

to be continued...

     Donny Mumford       thinat20@yahoo.com      donnymumford@outlook.com

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how to do that on their 'home page'. Thanks!

http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html