Date: Tue, 26 May 2015 15:04:40 -0400 From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter 65 DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter 65 by Donny Mumford Robby and I are wandering down the beach sipping beer from red plastic cups, smoking cigarettes, talking and checking out people on the beach looking for cute guys. Young cute guys are not prevalent on Fort Lauderdale's beach. Anyway, during our 'talk' we've admitted what should have been obvious to us earlier and it's that we're not actually in what we've been calling 'true' love. Nope, we're in plain old-fashioned, regular love. Neither of us is exclusively faithful to the other sexually, and until we are we can't really qualify for 'true' love. We're definitely still each other's number one boyfriend, which obviously implies we've both got at least one other boyfriend. We've also agree to be discreet about our side-sex which is pretty much what we've been all about for three years now anyway. The only difference is we no longer claim our love affair is exclusive enough to be called 'true' love. We expect there'll be a time when we're in 'true' love with each other, but that time is not now. It's our inexperience showing to have thought we were, and we're young too so we get ahead of ourselves sometimes. And yeah, we're both probably oversexed, but to that I say, so what? And I can see how being in love while still having side-sex is an arrangement that might not be a workable one for others, but it's worked pretty well for us. So okay, nothing's really changed... all we've actually agreed to do is eliminating the pretense that we're in some kind of special 'true' love. Admitting that is maybe the first step towards attaining 'true' love status, or maybe it's the first step towards admitting we'll never get there. Whichever one of those two possibilities wins out in the end remains to be seen, but we both feel confident we'll eventually be together exclusively. Frankly I was a little surprised how quickly Robby agreed with me about this 'true' love situation. He didn't say it, but it could be he's been thinking along the same lines as me. I didn't ask him directly because I'm afraid he'd say he was, and I prefer believing he's loved me before even knowing me. That's a preposterous premise of course, but one he claims is true and that's good for my ego. In any case, I expect that we'll both experience a feeling of freedom continuing to do what we've been doing all along. Jogging back down the beach towards where are friends are, I'm looking at Robby who appears to be okay with everything and maybe he's even relieved to have the burden of 'true' love temporarily eliminated from the discussion. It seems to me this is almost like a new beginning in our relationship and I feel good about that. The truth is I'm feeling this increased sexual heat for Robby now too. As crazy as it sounds, it's like a new challenge for me to get Robby to want only me all over again. And, like I said, I've got this extra desire for him that I can't explain. I'm almost seeing him in a new light, like any gay guy might see Robby for the first time. It'd be like, 'Wow, that guy is hot!'. It shook my confidence a little that he so readily agreed we're not as deeply in love as we thought we were, and obviously I've got competition for Robby in the person of Danny Monday. So I'm consciously realizing all over again that Robby has an extremely sexy body and a handsome/cute face, a combination that you don't come across all that often. Fuck, maybe I jumped the gun here. I mean, what was the harm in us saying we were in true love? Or am I second guessing myself again? Yeah, I am. Reaching over I grab his arm, "Lets stop for a second, Rob." He stops, "What is it now, Dylan?" I don't really have anything to say, but I guess I'm looking for a little positive reinforcement of some sort from him. I'm like, "Oh, um, I just wanted to say that I agree with what you said earlier, you know, about us mostly talking semantics back there. Love, true love, whatever... ha ha, you know. We're the same, right? You still love me like you did before our talk, right?" He frowns, "Sure I do, babe. It's like you said though, we've both got other sexual interests, but it's refreshing to have everything out in the open like this." Smelling the back of my hand, staring at him, I go, "Yeah, but do you really believe that we're positively going to end up together? Like you thought before our talk." He shrugs, "I guess, yeah probably." Probably? That's a far cry from loving me before he even knew me. I say, "You don't sound sure about that." He says, "How can we be sure. I'll tell you the truth, your talk made me think about everything and I realized that before I met Danny I thought no one could ever compare with you, and I'm not saying he does, but for the first time I have hope that if you and me don't work out there'd be a life for me afterwards." I'm like, "Oh, um, Rob, I don't want to think of us not working out, and that's not what I want you to think either. We have been in love for years and nothings really changed. You're still the only one I want to spend my life with. Can't you say you feel the same way about me?" He says, "Yeah, that's what I thought until you sort of made me wonder what if we don't work out in the long run?" Huh! I say, "Just so you know, I've got the hots for you, Rob. And, um, I think you've misinterpreted what I was saying a few minutes ago." He shakes his head, "No, I understand what you meant. You're right too. We were fooling ourselves, me much more than you. You're the realist I guess, and I'm the romantic. We're boyfriends, not true lovers." Oh balls, this isn't what I expected. You never appreciate what you've got till it's gone. I say, "Rob, nothing's fucking changed between us except the word 'true'." He nods, "Yeah, I know," and I go, "Lets have lovers sex this afternoon to get back on the right track," and he goes, "No, I'd rather fuck you in the shower, like I said earlier." My dick doesn't know whether to shrivel up or get hard. I go, "Okay, whatever you say, Rob," and he goes, "I'm gonna take a swim first though," and he starts jogging again. Okay, so he is a little pissed off at me for ruining his dream about us being in true love. Yeah, and why the hell did I bring this up in the first place? Why not leave things the way they were? It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now though, with Robby's rethinking everything and maybe agreeing with me more than I wanted him to, my talk seems like a bad idea. He actually seems relieved about the whole thing. I jog next to him trying to start a conversation, "Rob, you look so cool with longer hair. You shouldn't get it cut for the summer. You're hot, dude." Without looking at me, he says, "Yeah, ya think so? Well, frankly it'd be dumb to go all summer working outside in the summer heat with this long hair. Anyway, I already told you it's become a pain in the ass to shampoo and dry. It takes forever." I go, "Oh yeah, I forgot you mentioned that. You'll look hot with any haircut." He looks over at me frowning, "Dylan, let me worry about how I look, okay?" Hmmm, I don't like the sound of that. Guess he's still a tad pissed-off at me. When we're at our beach chairs we find only Conner is there. I ask, "Everyone in the ocean, Connor?" He says, "Hey guys! No, not the ocean. Vinnie and Dodger went for a walk on the beach and Jeff's over there," as he points to our left, "He's been talking to those girls for the last fifteen minutes." I look over and see my brother with two kinda cute girls, both of whom are laughing. Chubby's so funny. I sit in my beach chair, saying, "Lets have another beer before going in for a swim, Rob," and he says, "No thanks, I'm going to cool off in the water now." I hop up, "Oh, okay, I'll come too." We swim together looking at one another, smiling. Okay, Robby seems fine now, so maybe he isn't mad at me. Being honest with each other doesn't need to detract from the mutual sexual heat we have for one another, and in my case it seems to have actually increased the sexual feelings I have for Robby. When everything is said and done, and the last wild oats have been satisfied or sowed, I'm confident Robby will feel the way I do and we'll get married. His plans for us in the future don't need to change all that much. What the fuck, if he insists I can be a stay at home dad taking care of the baby and whatever. How hard is that? Actually it adds excitement to our relationship knowing we still have a way to go before attaining our goal. I obviously feel a stronger love for him than for anyone else and I definitely think our sex together is awesomely special because of our love. While we haven't really changed anything I feel better about being honest with myself and with Robby. Standing in chest-high water I'm waiting next to Robby for a wave to body surf into shore on. I ask, "Ah, Rob, you're not mad at me are you? You know, for talking semantics about true love... um, our love?" He says, "Nope, like I've said a few times already, I think you're right. And it's not semantics actually, it's the truth. We were like immature kids playing at being in 'true' love." I go, "Well we are in love, Rob. We're not playing at that!" He says, "Okay, if you say so, Dylan." I start to say more, but he catches a wave and surfs on it leaving me standing here. I watch him surf in and then walk up the beach to our beach chairs. Huh! Wading towards shore I'm thinking how sex is different with Robby, but I guess I could say that about everybody. With Willie last night, for example, that was a sub/dom sexual experience much different than Robby's and my sex together. Not necessarily 'better', but different. Same for Ryan, and I guess sex with everyone's a little different, but it's just that I like having sex with Robby best. I've only taken a few steps towards the beach when, from under water, Dodger swims up and pulls my bathing suit down. It slides over my slim hips easily and I drive under trying to grab my swim suit to pull it up, but he has it past my feet already and now I'm naked. We both surface and Dodger smirks at me holding my bathing suit in the air, saying, "Um, who'd you say is going to pull down who's bathing suit in the water?" I'm like, "Give me that fucking bathing suit, Dodger." He swims off as easily as a dolphin so I have little chance of catching him. I'm sure as hell not getting out of the water naked so what do I do now? Then there a lot of rustling in the water and Chubby comes up holding Dodger's Speedo swimsuit. He throws it to me and I put it on giggling. Dodger says, "Go ahead and wear my Speedo," as he puts mine on. As we swim in I say, "Dodger, there better not be any skid marks in this little swimsuit." Chubby's swimming beside me laughing. Back at the beach chairs I tell Robby what his brother just did, and he says, "I can guarantee you there's at least one or two skid marks in there." Dodger says, "If you object to my skid marks we can exchange swimsuits right here on the beach." No fucking way am I doing that, although I have no doubt he'd do it. I say, "No, this Speedo is cool," and Dodger's like, "Yeah, and look how it shows off your junk." Chubby's laughing, asking, "How come it didn't show off your junk like that, Dodger," and he's like, "Look who's talking." They both have the same size penis, not that it bothers either of them, and the same for Robby. And Robby works miracles with his four inch fat dick during our sex together. Fire hydrant cocks, short and stubby, nothing wrong with that. They're pretty good for fucking actually. I put my hand on Robby's shoulder, then squeeze the back of his neck grinning at him. He covers my hand with his smiling back at me. Everything's gonna be alright. I ask Chubby, "How'd you make out with the chicks you were talking to?" He goes, "Chicks? That's a term from the nineties, Dylan! Anyway how do ya think I made out with them, bro? I got invited to a house party tonight by that hot redhead with the ginormous tits." That makes me laugh as I play with Robby's wet ponytail. He pushes my hand away, asking Dodger, "Where's Vinnie?" Dodger goes, "He had to go potty," and I ask, "Why didn't he just pee in the ocean like the fishes?" Dodger goes, "He had to do number two and there's no toilet paper in the ocean." We hear someone calling. "Jeff, can you come here?" It's the redhead, so Chubby's like, "Ah, one of my fans is calling," and he saunters over to see what the girl wants. I look at Robby nodding towards the hotel, and he asks, "What?" I'm like, "Do ya wanna call it a day and take a shower together now? It's almost six o'clock." Connor says, "I'm going up pretty soon too," and Dodger says, "Me and Vinnie are gonna take a swim in the hotel pool. That's if he ever gets done shitting." Robby says, "Don't be crude, bro." Dodger makes a 'face' and says, "Oh, I meant to say when Vinnie's done defecating feces." Robby shakes his head as I chuckle at the way Dodger said that, then Robby's like, "Okay, Dylan, lets turn in our beach chairs." I go, "Sure thing, Rob," and fold up my chair. We wade through the sand with me grinning and bumping into Robby's side. He looks over, asking, "You a little horny, babe, or what?" I go, "For you I am," and he's like, "Okay, but first I'm going to check out the pool. I think Dodger has a good idea taking a swim in the pool. It'll get some of the salt from the ocean off us." Then he points at Dodger's Speedo that I'm wearing, and laughingly says, "That fucking Speedo bathing suit of Dodger's looks funny on you, Dylan." I look down at the little Speedo, saying, "I feel almost naked in this thing, but it's kinda cool." He asks, "Even with the shit skids?" and I make a face, "Are you referring to feces skid marks." He chuckles, "Touché," because he criticized Dodger for being crude. We return the rental chairs and get our driver's license back. The attendant held our licenses as collateral for the chairs. Walking around the back of our hotel to the bigger of the two pools, Robby throws his beach towel in a bin of dirty towels and we both take a clean pool towel and toss them on an empty chair. Diving into the pool together I come up and hug Robby, saying, "I love you, Rob. Don't forget that." He says, "I love you too, Dylan." I kiss him and he goes, "Jesus! Not here. Look at all the freakin' people sitting around the pool." I go, "I don't care, I love you and wanted to kiss you." He says, "Okay, but lets be a little cooler about it, okay?" I float on my back, saying, "I got the hots for you, Rob, that's just the way it is. Lets take our shower now." He says, "In a little while," and he starts swimming laps. Oh, so I guess he is mad at me. Yeah, but ha ha, that makes me desire him even more. I try swimming laps with him but can't keep up so I get out and sit on the edge of the pool with my feet in the water watching Robby. Someone sits next to me and I glance over and see a guy about my age. He says, "Hi, I'm Sherman. I saw you kiss your friend. Is he your boyfriend?" I say, "Yeah, he is," and the guy says, "You're both hot." Yeah we are, but this guy's not. I say, "I'm Dylan and he's Rob. Where ya from?" He says, "I live in New Jersey but I'm going to college in Maine. Me and my roommate drove here from college, and what a ball buster of a ride that was." Sherman's a couple inches shorter than me with a square body and quite a bit of body hair... too much for my taste. He has a full bristly beard, but it's like he just skipped shaving this morning rather than an intentional fashion statement. Medium length coarse hair in no particular style and a meaty nose. Nothing very appealing about him as far as I'm concerned. To say something, I ask, "Where's your roommate?" He points at a nice looking guy reading a paperback book in one of the chairs around the pool. Sherman says, "He's my roommate and boyfriend. His name's Terry." Holy shit! Terry's cutely cool looking, so what's he doing with this guy? Sherman calls over to Terry, "Terry, bring me a smoke," and the guy gets up and right away I can tell he's a swisher by the way he walks and holds his head and hands. Sherman says, "He's a swisher as you can probably tell, but he gives great head and he's got a great ass on him too." Sherman is starting to give me the creeps. Terry comes over lisping, "I'm not your servant, Sherman!" He looks at me, "And what do we have here? Sweetheart, you're absolutely gorgeous! Are you in the Marines?" and he touches my head, pulling his fingers away quickly making a hissing sound, lisping, "So hot!" Sherman chuckles, then asks, "Where are your cigarettes?" Sherman holds out a box of Marlboro reds, asking me, "Isn't Sherman muy macho?" I go, "Um, whatever you say, Terry." Robby swims over and Terry squeals, "Oh my God, another one!" Sherman tells him, "They're boyfriends, Terry," and Terry's like, "Oh my god, they're hot. You boys need to have dinner with us tonight. There's so few gays down here! I told Sherman we should have fuckin' gone to Key West." Robby gets out of the pool and again Terry invites us to dinner. Robby says, "Sorry, guys, we're here with a group of friends and we have plans for dinner," then, "Lets go, Dylan." I get up as Sherman says, "Some other time then," and Robby says, "Probably not, but thanks for the invitation." As we walk to the back entrance of the hotel, Robby asks, "Why'd you start talking to those two?" I say, "I didn't. That Sherman person sat down right next to me and introduced himself." Robby mumbles, "That other guy is very, very gay." I'm like, "Obviously," and as we go inside I mutter, "Effeminate too." We take the stairs with Robby saying, "You attract every gay guy for miles around," and I'm like, "I do not, he saw me kiss you. That's why he sat down next to me." In our room, Robby says, "You claim to be horny so how 'bout right now you suck my cock and do some rimming on my ass." I look at him because of the way he said that, it was kind of mean and it hurt my feelings. I'm frowning at Robby and his facial expression softens, "I'm sorry, Dylan, I didn't mean it like that. I'm a little confused about how I'm suppose to act now. You know, after our beach conversation." I shake my head, "Robby, I was worried I might screw that up, and I guess I did. My feelings, my love for you is stronger than it's ever been. Please don't take anything I said the wrong way. I just feel we should shoot for true love as soon as we've both settled down and are ready for a monogamist relationship." He says, "I completely agree with you. At first I did get the wrong impression, but now I see our relationship peaked too soon. Like on a baseball team where you want the team peaking around playoff time, and using that as a metaphor for our love affair we peaked around the all-star break." I say, "That was when we got engaged, right?" He goes, "Yep, it was a false start. That's a racing metaphor." I ask, "Are you making fun of me with all these metaphors?" He chuckles, "No, not really. I'm glad you take our relationship seriously." He rubs his fingers through my hair, "I'm madly in love with you, Dylan, and I think I always will be. It's just that you're right in this case saying we're not ready for true love yet, and if we call it true love now what will we call it when we're ready for it for real?" I ask, "Extreme true love?" He laughs, "Who's making fun of who now?" Grinning, I go, "Just kidding about that, but I'm not kidding about wanting to suck your dick and rim your ass." He hugs me, "We're good, baby. My body's all yours." On my knees I pull his bathing suit down to his ankles and take his wet cock in my fingers. Looking up into his eyes I lick his penis from his shaved groin up to the fat head. It taste like salty chlorine. Seeing his shaved pubic hair makes me wonder about something, "What do the guys on the baseball team say about your shaved pubes?" He says, "There were many, many wisecracks at first, but nothing much since the first week of workouts. One of the utility infielders shaves his too." "Is he gay?" Robby shrugs, "Don't know if he is or not." I nod and then take the head of Robby's fat cock in my mouth and suck on it while gently squeezing his wet nuts. He goes, "Aaaah, mmm, that feels good, babe." His dick gets fairly hard fast and the head's soon pushed into my throat just past the gag reflex area with my nose pressed against his belly. Robby's rubbing my head grunting and moving his feet a little. It's hard for him to stand still with so many sexy sensations flying off his hardening cock. I continue licking and sucking on his fat organ until saliva's dripping off my chin. Pulling my head back so his cock's head is laying on my tongue, Robby moans, humps his hips and shoots a squirt of cum in my mouth and then backs away from me taking his boner with him. It's so hard it's sticking out straight now. He goes, "Umm, I almost blew my load in your mouth." He steps out of the swimsuit that's around his ankles and I sit back on my legs, saying, "You're body is so sexy, Rob." He mutters, "Thanks, yours too," and walks around the room before coming back, "Whew, that was close to climax time," and I say, "You can cum in my mouth anytime you want." He goes, "Yeah, I'd like to do that. It's been a while since I've done it in your mouth," I'm like, "Let me rim you first to get you started." He grins, "Hey, I like the way you're sucking up to me, Dylan. Is it because you had that talk with me on the beach?" I nod my head, "Yes, it is as a matter of fact. I want to be the one you're finally in true love with you, and the one you'll love forever. Just like before our talk on the beach." He chuckles, "You're something, Dylan. For the record you are the one I want to be in true love with. You should know that by now." I go, "Yeah, I know, but we're only at the all-star break." Robby laughs, "Yeah, we're all-stars, but keep brown-nosing me. I like that a lot." Actually he's being honest 'cause he does like to be sucked up to. Brown-nosing Robby sure worked for Ryan last year. That's until, like Robby said earlier, I stole Ryan from him. I didn't intentionally do it. It sort of happened on it's own. To be nice and to prove to Robby how much I love him I probably won't steal Danny from him. Thinking of Ryan though makes me miss him just like I'll be missing Robby when I'm in Georgia with Ryan. Robby goes, "How about if you start rimming my ass now." I go, "Gladly," and walk around behind him on my knees. Spreading his butt cheeks I lick right across his asshole and taste the salty chlorine again. The ocean and pool water combining to create this weird taste. A few more licks and that taste is gone and a neutral one replaces it. Robby's sexy scent is still undetected though, but after licking both of his butt cheeks all over I finally smell his natural scent and, ahh that's nice! I kiss his ass, then begin rimming his asshole. Robby's anus is especially sensitive and I get him squirming and grunting in less than a minute. Rimming someone's ass is such a submissive thing to do. I like doing it for Robby especially because he's not normally very dominant and I don't usually get submissive during our sex. That dominant ship has sailed already for Robby, but rimming him lets me get to feeling submissive. Robby's tried his dominant routine a few times, but it never totally worked for me because it registered in my brain as false. He can get bossy at times though, and I like that, but he can't pull off the dominant thing. Not like Willie can, and I'll bet I get a taste of his dominant manner when spending the day with him when the guys go to Disney World. They've decided to do that on Thursday. After sucking, licking, and kissing Robby's ass for three minutes or so I manage to get my tongue up there, then pull it out and push it up his ass again. That's about it though because he walks away from me the third time I do it. His anus gripped my tongue as he clenched his buttock muscles backing up grunting, then mumbling,"Fuck, I almost blew my load again. Damn, you're sexy, baby. Wow, that felt good." He walks around the room again until the urge to cum fades. He's grinning at me as he walks and I'm staring back at him. It's obvious to me I've really got the hots for him now. My cock is hard and I can't resist stroking it. Actually I'd like to rim him some more, but he says, "I gotta fuck you now, Dylan. Ummm, your rimming really got me aroused and I need to climax. Stand up now and I'll fuck you like that." Getting up and looking at him, he goes, "Get over here," and, oh boy, just when I said he can't pull off the dominant act, he does it. I go right over, "What do you want me to do, Rob." He goes, "Turn around and I'll do the rest." As soon as I turn around he's got an arm around me pulling my back against his chest. He kisses the side of my neck, then licks it and does a little bite there making me hunch my shoulders as sexy shivers run down my back. I feel his boner pointing upward on my right butt cheek squeezed there against his belly. He rubs my head and says in my ear, "You're so fucking sexy," then he moves his hips back, lines his boner's head with my asshole and humps it in while letting out a long exhale making a "Swoooo," sound next to my ear. It gives me goosebumps and that fat head of his cock tightly in past my sphincter muscle makes my shoulders shudder. Damn, this feels good! Putting his other arm around me now too, he pulls me back onto his cock and does a final hump against my buttocks getting it in snugly, and then he bites my shoulder again, just a little nip but it makes me shudder again with shivers running deliciously up my spine. Without pulling his cock back, he humps against me again moving his boner slightly in my ass and then moves his hips around moaning, "Mmmmm, this feels awesome," and another hump against my buttocks. I gasp at the sensations in my rectum and lay the back of my head on his shoulder. With his lips on my ear, he murmurs, "Feeling good for you, Dylan?" I croak out, "Uh huh, Rob, it feels wonderful." He moves his hips back withdrawing his boner and then drives it up my ass again and snuggles his body in tightly against my back. My hands are gripping his wrists near my bellybutton, and then it's, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds ringing steadily in the room as his hips do all the work moving his hard cock back and forth in my ass, his body slapping against me with every thrust. I'm moaning quietly as the sensations build to intense levels and I begin saying his name, "Robby, ooh ooh, Robby, mmmm, ahh ahh ahh," with his cock setting off a blizzard of sexy sensations in my rectum. "Mmmm, it feels so good, Robby! Un, ooh." He's breathing noisily right next to my ear as his thrusting gets harder and faster. Two minutes of absolutely perfect sexual arousal with sizzling and sparkling all around my groin, and inside my ass. Continual, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds I wish could go on for a long time. His moving cock is keeping my anus' in constant motion stretched in, then out. His fast humping boner in and out, in and out stimulating my prostate and anus. Oh, the awesome sensations of getting fucked up the ass. Three, four minutes more of mind-blowing sexual stimulation before I arch my back away from Robby's chest and hump my hips squealing as cum pumps out... one, two, and then a third stream of spunk straight out from my throbbing cock as my rectum fills-up with Robby's cum. He's making a whiny high-pitched sound as he empties his balls inside me thrusting wildly. Then he squeezes his arms around me pulling me back against him, leaving his cock inside me and kissing the side of my neck. After another tight hug he begins thrusting his cock in my ass again and it goes on for maybe two more minutes before pulling his cock out of my ass with a wet sucking sound, then it's just heavy breathing for a minute or so as cum runs down the back of my legs. There's one last shudder from me at the wonderful sensations of climax as they're drifting away. Robby gasps, "It always special fucking with you, Dylan." I go, "Oh yeah, Rob, I loved the way you just fucked me, absolutely loved it and I love you too." I hug him and we kiss a long, dare I say, lovers kiss. Then he holds my face between his hands and kisses my nose and both cheeks. With a pat on my shoulder, he says, "That was special, baby. Clean your spunk off the floor while I'll get the shower started." Oh boy, this turned out okay. After cleaning-up my cum I join Robby in the shower, saying, "I'll shampoo your hair for you, Rob," and he's like, "Hmm, I'm liking this renewed attention from you, Dylan. We should have more talks if it means I get special attention from you afterwards." I pour shampoo into his longish hair, saying, "Yep, I'm going to be brown-nosing you a lot. I don't want you forgetting who your number one boyfriend is." He chuckles, "It'll always be you, babe, whether you're brown-nosing me or not. You should know that by now." It's fun shampooing this much hair, but I'd rather cut it. Then the coincidence of both Robby and Willie having long hair strikes me as meaningful, but why should it be? I don't know, but I'd love to give them both short haircuts. I ask, "Why wait until the end of our sophomore year, Rob? Let me give you a short haircut now." He mutters, "Nope, not now." Damn, I hope he's not going to be like Ryan and go to the barbers. Ryan did that during Easter weekend. I've got the fingers of both hands squishing through Robby soapy hair as I say, "Don't you dare think about going to the barbers, Rob. I'm your barber." He says, "Oh fuck, I haven't been to the barbers in so long I wouldn't know how to do it." There's a handheld shower head so I use it to rinse his hair as I say, "Good! I want to give you a haircut whenever you say you want one." When his hair is clean and rinsed, Robby shampoos my short hair, asking, "So, you're thinking of letting your hair grow out, huh?" I go, "Yep, to emulate you, my idol." He chuckles, "Oh brother! You're laying it on pretty thick this afternoon. Are you sure Ryan won't object to your long hair plans?" I'm like, "Are you kidding? I decide how my hair will be cut." He shrugs, "If you say so." We wash each other's body using bath gel and our hands. The palms of my hands sliding over Robby's hot body gets me aroused again, and Robby too apparently as he pushes me up against the shower wall, the side of my face squished against the tile. With a grunt he humps his latest boner up my ass and gives me a hard fucking that goes on for maybe ten minutes before I feel a little spurt of cum from Robby's boner making it slippery in my ass and that gets my boner shooting two spurts of cum against the wall. Robby lays against me with water pouring down on us from the stationary shower head above us. Both of us breathing deeply again and I turn around so we hug with our faces on each other's shoulder. One last big breath and we finish bathing, smiling at each other. That was a really nice shower. Drying off, Robby says, "Wow, good sex this afternoon, Dylan. Really nice." I nod my head, mumbling, "Do your duty tonight too before we go to sleep." He chuckles, "My duty, huh? Yes, sir, I'll do my best, but I might require someone sucking my dick first." I'm like, "I'll be glad to handle that for you." He says, "No one's better than you, babe!" Wow, okay, this is good. When we come out of the bathroom with towels around our waists Chubby's there, saying, "Finally! You two must be very clean after that half hour shower," and I start to say something, but Chubby goes, "Please, no details. You'll just make me jealous." He goes in for his shower and I check out the cooler Chubby brought with him from Dodger's room. Robby and I both grab a beer and with just the towel around our waist we go out on the balcony to smoke a cigarette and drink our beers. Looking out at the beach and the ocean beyond that, I say, "Beautiful view and beautiful weather," and it is too, especially with the ocean breeze. Robby puts his arm across my shoulders, going, "Yeah, and your talk on the beach was good too." We talk a little about that and agree the whole thing has turned out for the best. I hadn't really thought about how Robby would react to me telling him that basically I'm not in true love with him. Not the way he and I think of true love anyway. I realize now that Robby took it like that at first, meaning that I was informing him I didn't have true love for him. In my mind it was a mutual thing... neither of us was in true love, not just me. Robby finally came around to the same conclusion, or at least he says he did. We talk some more about it until Robby goes, "We're both in agreement, okay? So please, can we drop the subject now, like forever. We're like beating a dead horse here." I go, "That phrase right there, that dead horse thing. Does that make any sense to you... beating a dead horse? What the fuck's that all about?" He laughs, "Yeah, it's stupid, but you know what it means." I know what it means... it means no more talk about true love and I'm good with that. We get dressed when we're done our cigarettes and when Chubby's showered and dressed we go over to guys room three down from ours and have another beer with Dodger, Vinnie, and Connor. After that we all wander along the promenade until we can agree upon a restaurant for tonight's dinner. We discover more college guys and girls inside the restaurant and from one of them we learn of a bar ten miles from here that's not real conscientious about checking ID. Not as long as you look like you 'might' be twenty-one. That leaves most of us on the outside looking in of course, but five of us give it a try after dinner just the same, while Chubby goes to the party that his latest girlfriend told him about. The rest of us find the bar in question, but as I suspected none of us passes the 'looks like we could be twenty-one' test. Goddammit! I can't wait until next year, it's going to be so much fun flashing our drivers license proving we're twenty-one. It's a stupid arbitrary law anyway. Why twenty-one? Why not twenty or twenty-two or thirty? In Europe the legal drinking age is the sensible age of eighteen. I think it is anyway. After being turned down at the bar we're on our way back to the car and there's a guy on the corner passing out fliers. I take one and read it, then go, "Guys! Look at this." It's an advertisement for a private gay club in Oakland Park. Robby's like, "Where's Oakland Park." At the car we type the address into the GPS and it indicates a sixteen mile drive taking us back past Fort Lauderdale. Vinnie says, "It's closer to Fort Lauderdale than this dumpy joint we couldn't get in." Connor asks, "Why do you think we'll get served at this other place?" I go, "Because the flier says a twenty dollar membership makes each of us a member of the private club." He goes, "I've never been in a gay bar," and Dodger says, "Well you won't be able to say that after tonight, Connor. Lets go guys." My tightwad boyfriend's like, "Twenty bucks just to get in, and then we gotta pay for drinks too?" We're all getting in the car as I tell Robby, "A complimentary drink comes with each membership." He goes, "Still, it's twenty dollars for a drink." I'm thinking that when we get married I better handling the money in our household. Dodger's driving again and he easily finds the private club. I've been in a couple of gay clubs with Willie, but none of the other guys have experienced a gay club, and I think they're all a little nervous about it. Of course none of them will admit it so we all buy a membership and we get in just like that. It's a fairly big place with loud club music and a lot of dancers, some with their shirts off. Unfortunately most of the dancers are in their thirties or even older. We make our way around the wall to the bar in front, all of us getting 'looks' from the gay men and some of them saying things that the music drowns out. Probably a good thing we couldn't hear the comments. Vinnie, Connor, and Dodger get a beer for their twenty dollars membership fee, but Robby and I get rum and cokes figuring they cost more than beers. I taste mine and almost gag. There's a lot of rum in this fucking thing and I can't even taste the Coke, if it even is Coke. We continue walking around the outside of the room until we come to an open spot in a corner where we lean against the wall and light cigarettes. Smoking's permitted obviously because I see a smoky haze drifting around overhead being circulated my three ceiling fans before a large exhaust fan sucks the smoke outside. There are some good dancers on the floor and I'm in the mood to dance too, so I try getting Robby to dance with me, but he needs to be drunk before he'll dance. Finished their beers quickly, Dodger and Vinnie start dancing and I'm shocked to discover Vinnie's got some hot moves. I wonder when and where he learned to dance like that? An older fellow with a thick mustache asks Connor to dance. I'm grinning watching Connor's eyes get wide, then he looks over at me like I need to tell him what to do. I don't like the looks of the older guy so I do a subtle head shake 'no' and Connor politely says, "Maybe later after I've had a couple of drinks, okay," and the guys just shrugs, muttering, "Yeah, twink, whatever," and walks over to his friend and they start dancing some weird dance I'm not familiar with. When we're on our second drinks I show Connor and Robby some very basic dance steps, basically dancing by myself. Connor tries dancing with me, but he's amazingly uncoordinated. That surprises me, but I persevere telling him to just do what I do and before long he's doing an acceptable couple of dance moves. Then a slow song comes on which Conner and I dance to with the sides of our faces together and our crotches rubbing. By the end of the dance I'm feeling Connor's boner poking my leg. We rejoin Robby who's laughing with Dodger and Vinnie about something. They tell us there's a lot going on in the men's room and it's mostly of a sexual nature. A gray-headed older man with a potbelly offered Dodger and Vinnie ten dollars each to let him suck their cock. Dodger haggled with the old guy to make it twenty dollars... ha ha. Dodger says, "Yeah, I wanted to get my membership fee back." Robby's like, "You didn't do it, did you?" and Dodger says, "No, the old fuck wouldn't budge off the ten dollars, so fuck him." Vinnie goes, "That man said he'd even take out his dentures if we wanted him to. He was very blandiloquent when asking us to let him suck us off, wasn't he Dodger?" Dodger goes, "He was the most blandiloquent motherfucker I've ever met." None of us is going to ask Vinnie what that means, and Dodger definitely doesn't know either. After our third drink we're all sort of dancing, then Dodger's dancing with a guy who might still be in his twenties. Vinnie's frowning at that. Then he cuts in only to find Dodger stepping aside so now Vinnie's dancing with the stranger and we're all laughing our asses off because of Vinnie's perplexed expression, like: 'How the fuck did I end up dancing with this guy?' Before our fourth drink we work up the balls to try the rest room again and as we're walking in the same old guy who propositioned the boys earlier is coming out of a stall wiping his mouth. Then a guy who looks like a lum berjack follows the old guy out of the stall pulling up his zipper. The lumberjack doesn't make eye contact with anyone, just leaves groping himself. The gray haired guy smirks at us, then takes a piss at the urinal standing like two feet from it so everyone can see his big dick. Disgusting! I use the stall to take a private piss in except Robby and Dodger squeeze in with me. Dodger goes, "I'm not pissing out there with that guy around." The three of us get our dicks out and piss mostly into the toilet with only occasional piss streams spaying off the toilet seat that none of us wanted to touch to put up. When we all run dry, Dodger mutters, "That went pretty well. " As soon as we come out of the stall Vinnie and Connor go in it to take their piss in the toilet. The gray hair guy is leaning against the sink, asking, "Can I buy you twinks a drink?" Dodger says, "How about just giving each of us the money for a drink, and you stay put in here, chicken hawk," and the old guy says, "Fuck you, how about that?" Dodger asks, "How much?" and the guy looks excited, "Um, how about twenty bucks?" and Dodger's like, "Put a couple of zeros after that twenty and maybe we can talk." I say, "Come on, lets get outta here, Dodger." He laughs as we leave and I'm like, "You don't know what that old fuck might do," and Dodger gives his favorite line, "Fuck him." We get another drink with Robby and me switching to beer like the other guys. As I'm paying for mine I see five guys walking in the door and they're all definitely college age, and one of them is this slim cute guy who could be interesting. Then I recognize him. Damn, he's a cute young guy alright, but he's also Sherman's swishy boyfriend from the pool this afternoon. I look away as we take our new drinks back to our spot in the corner. We're getting a little drunk by now so I give the swishy Terry another look and our eyes meet for a split second before I can look away. Then those guys make their way around the room the same way we did when we first came in. They finally bump into us and Sherman's like, "Dylan and Rob! Good to see ya," like we're old friends. Robby and I exchange 'looks' as Terry, that's Sherman's boyfriend's name, asks Connor to dance. Connor says , "Okay, sure." Holy shit, I didn't expect Connor to do it, then Sherman asks me to dance and a grinning Robby says, "Go ahead, Dylan, dance with Sherman." Oh fuck! We put our drinks on the shelf against the wall and start dancing together. The three guys who were with Sherman and Terry keep moving around the room. After dancing for a minute, I ask, "What the fuck dance are you doing, Sherman?" He says, "It's my own. I'll teach you," and I'm like, "Um, I don't fucking think so." It's like he's dancing to a different song than the one blaring into the room. Later Robby and I are making out in the corner with me getting horny all over again. After another drink Connor and I are making out now standing right next to two older guys who are also making out. Then Terry comes over with a tray of Tequila shots and we all do a shot together and all of a sudden I'm dancing a slow dance with Terry and we start making out on the dance floor. Somewhere in my brain I decide it's time to leave, but the guys are separated by now and the joint is really crowded so I can't find any of them. Terry can't find Sherman either, and we both need to piss so I find myself in the rest room with Terry holding my hand. I think he led me in here holding hands with me. The old guy has left, so that's a good thing. Terry and I stand next to each other pissing into separate urinals with him still holding my hand. I catch him peeking over at my dick and he sees me looking at him looking at my dick. He lisps, "Oh sorry for peeking, but that's a really nice cock you've got there. Can I suck it?" He's swishy, but he's very cute and sexy too, and as I said before he's slim with a hot body and a bubble butt ass. Still, I go, "Nah, no thanks, Ter." I've been calling him 'Ter' for some reason. We wash our hands and then lean against the sink. I'm not sure what to do, then Terry initiates another make-out. He's very good at making-out, but he's wearing a strange smelling cologne that's not too cool. Then his hand goes down the front of my shorts and his fist's gets around my dick. He begins jerking me off and damn that feels good. My fingers are in his clean short hair rubbing up the back of his head as we make-out and I'm realizing I've sort of got the hots for Terry. Fuck it, swishy Terry is sexy hot! We break off the kiss and stare into each other's eyes. Terry strokes my cock a few more times and smiles a very cute smile with dimples. I notice a birth mark on his cheek and think it's so cool looking I reach up and rub my fingers over it and he smiles again. He takes his hand out of my shorts and puts it on my crotch feeling the boner he created Leaving his hand there, he puts his other hand behind my head and pulls my face to his for a long sexy wet kiss, and oh my god, he seems so sexy to me now. There's definitely a possibility I may be drunker than I think I am. We're really into this make-out now with Terry taking little steps over to an empty toilet stall, and before I know it we go inside with me gasping for air, feeling strangely submissive. Terry holds me in place against the stall's wall with a surprisingly strong grip on the back off my neck as he closes the door and locks it. We're both breathing nosily as he gooses my ass and pokes his finger at my asshole pushing a little of my underwear up my ass. My cock gets harder making a tent in my cargo shorts as I do a quiet moan of arousal leaning into him with the side of my face rubbing against his. Neither of us has said two words since getting our last drinks. I can't help myself, Terry seems so sexy to me now my fingers are in his hair again and my tongue is in his mouth. Terry again puts his hand down the front of my shorts with his fist around my boner. He pulls me away from the door with my cock, then takes his hand out of my shorts moving his head back so he can stare into my eyes. Then, he pulls down his sweat pants and takes his cock in his fingers stroking it. It's a normal size penis, very much like mine. And like mine it's become a hard boner. As I stare in amazement he pulls a condom from his pocket and deliberately opens the condom packet right in front of me. Dropping the wrapper on the floor he hands me the condom and looks down at his boner. In a trance I roll the condom on his cock staring at his light red pubic hair and his big nuts, bigger nuts than mine, fer sure. I don't even want to say 'no' to him. He smiles sweetly unbuttoning my pants now, and then pulling them down roughly to my knees. He turns me around and smacks my ass twice, "SMACK! SMACK!" then reaches around me to rub his fingers around my shaved groin. I'm definitely in one of my trances as Terry turns me back to facing him and then lifts my balls and squeezes them a little getting me to groan, then he quietly says, "You ready for me to fuck you, Dylan?" I nod my head and he goes, "Well, turn around and lean against the wall." I hesitate, so he gently turns me around again using a hand on each of my shoulders. He pushes me up against the side wall of the stall and keeps my face against the wall with a hand on the back of my head as spanks my ass again, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" then pushes his finger up my ass as I grunt, "Ahh!" He rubs my prostate a few times before pulling his finger out. My butt cheeks feel hot and they're still stinging as I moan, "Ooooh, mmmm." Then I feel his cock head at my asshole, the lube from the condom smearing on my butt cheek as he lines it up. My cock tightens up some more with Terry pushing the head of his cock tightly past my sphincter muscle, murmuring, "Please tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?" I nod my head stifling another moan of arousal as he slowly pushes his cock all the way up my ass until he's flush against me. I can't help but go, "Ooooh, mmm, feels so good, Terry," and he gives me a kiss on the side of my neck and then takes his hand from my head and it's the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds echoing off the tile walls now as his bare groin smacks into my buttocks thrusting his six inch boner back and forth in my ass. He holds onto my hips and,"Slap, slap, slap, slap," with him quietly grunting now as my climax builds. It's so sexy the way he just took charge. Fuck, I thought he'd be the last one to do that. I guess I mistook swishing for submissive. He knows I'm under his control now and he stops thrusting to reach around and squeeze my balls until I go, "Ow, no, Terry" He squeezes them again, "Say please, Dylan," and I go up on my toes as he squeezes my nuts harder showing me who's boss. "Ow, ooh, please, Terry." He lets go of my nuts and now that we've settled who's in charge here, it's, "Slap, slap, slap," echoing off the tile walls again. We're into it now and both his arms come around my stomach as he picks up the speed of his thrusting, his hips moving smoothly and the side of his face against mine. He's completely dominated me and he knows he can do whatever he wants. Oh, it feels so good though. Terry's an awesome fucker with a good cock that I feel growing fatter inside me as he gets closer to climax. Constant, "Slap, slap, slap, sounds as sensations in my rectum are firing off sexual pleasure signals. My orgasm comes on me before Terry's with me arching my back moaning and Terry arching his back too, keeping me flat against his chest with his arms around me, almost pulling me off my feet, my toes just touching the floor, as cum pumps up from my hard nuts and out my hard boner in three good spurts making me shudder and shake. There a short arc to each stream of cum with my boner pointing upwards, each arc of cum has a very short trip before splattering against the wall. He straightens me up, flat on my feet again, and, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds for another two minutes with my body limp and his thrusting banging me against the wall of the stall getting my own cum on my shirt. I hear toilets flushing and men talking out there as Terry continues the unmistakable, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds of two males fucking. Then he makes a strangling sound humping in and leaving his cock up my ass. He moans and humps against my buttocks climaxing. We're both doing the deep breathing, another hump against my butt cheeks as more cum must be pouring into the condom and a desperate sounding moan from Terry, then he lets out a long breath and fucks me lazily for another minute. With a kiss on the side of my neck, Terry pulls his cock out and takes the condom off. There a big ball of his spunk at the nipple end of the condom. He drops it in the toilet, managing to do that somehow in an effeminate way, lisping, "Thanks, Dylan. I hope I did you okay. You have a really good pussy." Crude, but he's a sweet guy actually, so I'm like, "That was a good one,Ter. You got me off good, dude." We kiss and then get our clothes organized and leave the stall. He's the 'top' so he has his arm around the back of my waist walking me out as he grins at me. Damn, that was unexpected. There are two men in the restroom with us and they both look at us as we come out of the stall. Terry pays no attention to them. He leans me up against the stall door, saying, "Stay here for a minute," and he goes over to a sink washing his hands. I'm feeling so submissive to him I don't move and when he's done washing his hands and drying them he comes over, takes my hand, and says, "Come on, Dylan, I'll buy you a drink." I'm sort of paralyzed staring at the two men who are staring at Terry and me. Terry pulls on my hand, "Now, Dylan," and I follow him out the door hurrying to stay close to him. This feels so goods especially since it was totally unexpected. He lets go of my hand and puts his arm around the back of my waist, saying, "This way, Dylan." Oh fuck, my cock feels so good. Walking through the crowd Terry steers me with the arm around my waist, then at the end of the bar he takes his arm from my waist and pats my cheek, "Wait for me here, dear, okay. I'll fight through the crowd at the bar and get us a drink." I nod my head unable to speak. He disappears and obviously buys us drinks because he has them in his hand when he returns five minutes later giving me that cute smile of his again.He bought me what he's drinking. It's a lemonade and vodka with something very sweet in it that makes it pink. Terry hands me the drink, I mumble, "Thanks," and he lisps, "Follow me." His arm goes around my waist again and I'm leaning into him as he leads me through the crowd of gay men to a spot under a staircase. We're up against the wall, his arm around the back of my neck now. He pulls my head to his shoulder, saying, "I want you to be just like this, Dylan. Keep the side of your head on my shoulder." He's made me so docile I lean my head against him like he said. We drink our drinks, then I stupidly ask, "Where do these stairs go, Terry?" and he's like, "I don't know, but this spot is a tiny weenie bit private don't ya think, sweetie?" I nod my head and he passes me his drink to hold, then he lights two cigarettes. My head's off his shoulder now and I stare at him dumbfounded, amazed this is happening. He's actually pretty with his light red hair, it's almost what's referred to as strawberry/blond. His hair's cut stylishly short. He has beautiful green eyes too, and they look great with his red hair. Nice nose and sexy lips with a fine-haired mustache and the beginnings of a goatee. Those lips are really sexy and help his making-out to be extra sexy hot, but he acts kinda girlish too. He has a pearl earring in each ear, but no other piercing's I can see. His shirt is unbuttoned almost to his belly button showing a nicely defined hairless chest. I'm completely overwhelmed by him. He sees me staring at him when he passes me a cigarette he's lit for me. Smiling at me he mumbles, "My lucky night. Your's too, huh?" I nod my head again and we take a drag off our cigarettes. He says, "Okay, head back on my shoulder, please." His voice is hypnotizing. I nestle my head on his shoulder, asking, "Um, Ter, no offense intended, but how'd you have the balls to do what you did in the bathroom?" He asks, "What do you mean?" I shrug, "I don't know. I guess I assumed you were basically submissive to Sherman and then you totally dominated me when you fucked me." He grins and points his finger at me with his wrist limp... he has a ring on every finger. Pointing at me, he says, "You, my slim sweetheart, are the submissive one. I saw it in your sexy eyes so I knew I could fuck you anytime I wanted to," and he moves his head in a funny way. He kinda fascinates me with his dominant manner and his gay affectations and lisping. I certainly never expected he'd fuck me, but once we got started making-out in the bathroom, and he had the balls to get my cock in his fist, I wanted him to fuck me. Maybe I didn't realize it at the time, but now I do. I go, "Yeah, you're right Ter, I'm basically submissive during sex, but I just didn't expect you to be dominant." He does that thing with his head again, saying, "I'm not usually dominant, but honey, with you I had to be if I wanted to fuck you, and I most certainly did want to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you again too. You're the sexist thing I've ever seen, and I've seem my share of very sexy boys." I'm kinda just staring at him from this awkward situation of my head on his shoulder. His cologne is a problem, but if not for that drawback I haste to think how I'd be crawling all over him. It's like I can't believe this is for real, and I probably look confused. It's just that everything he does contradicts what I expected of him. Terry reaches over and wipes the pad of his thumb across my lips. I move my head back and he says, "Don't be skittery with me, Dylan, you had something on your lips. Hold your pretty head steady," and he does it again, but this time he pushes his thumb into my mouth. I feel so foolish with his thumb in my mouth but my cock feels good so I move my tongue against his thumb. He pulls his thumb out nodding his head like he's confirmed whatever he was thinking, then he says "Anyway, your beautiful eyes give you away. Experienced gays know that look of sexual hunger. You're a sexual boy, aren't you? I could see that you wanted me to fuck you, but at the same time I could tell you were pretending you didn't want me too. That's okay, honey, don't be embarrassed, I'm like that sometimes too." Oh god, this swishy guy has me totally under his control. The thing is I don't want it to stop. I snuggle my head on his shoulder again taking a drag off my cigarette. Terry murmurs, "That's sweet," meaning me snuggling with him, and he rubs his fingers through my short hair for a bit. Then he kisses my forehead and as I hold my head still for him he licks all the way across my forehead now, and then a big lick on my cheek. With a lot of saliva on his tongue he pulls my chin down and slides his saliva off onto my tongue and than drools some on my chin that continues drooling under my chin and down my neck. I'm hypnotized. He says, "Here, Dylan, lean over closer to my face a second," and we make out again with his spit on my face smearing around both of our faces. Very hot sexy make-out with our bodies squirming together until he stops and says, "Ooou, you're a sexy boy, aren't you, Dylan." We both take a hit off our drinks and then a drag off our cigarettes. I'm drunk enough to ask, "Ter, do you do that lisping and that limp wrists stuff on purpose?" He goes, "Hey doll, you could hurt a guy's feelings asking questions like that." I go, "Don't call me doll, please. I'm serious though, I don't know if the swishy stuff is an act or if it's natural?" He says, "For me it's natural I guess. Actually I never thought about it before. Basically I'm attracted to macho boys like Sherman, although I made an exception for you, darling, because you're exceptional. I could fall in love with someone like you. Oh yeah, head over fucking high heels in love, sweetheart," and he kisses my lips sexually, then whispers in my ear, "Should we be naughty and do it again right now?" Holy shit, I almost say yes. He laughs, "I saw it in your eyes again. You want me to fuck you again, but you don't think you should." As I'm trying to sort out things in my head, Connor comes up to us all out of breath. He looks shocked seeing me with spit all over my face, leaning against Terry who again has his arm around the back of my waist. I ask, "Oh, um, what's up, Connor?" and he goes, "There you are, Dylan, heh heh. Hi Terry. Um, I've been looking all over for you, Dylan. Rob threw up and Dodger told me to find you. They're in the car now." I say, "Oh man, is Rob okay?" He says, "Yeah, he's sleeping now." I stop leaning on Terry and he takes his arm away. Not sure how to break this up, I hug Terry mumbling, "Sorry, but I gotta run, Ter," and he says, "Sure, I understand, but I'll see you around the pool, um, and I'll, you know." He gooses my ass and kisses me, saying, "Bye bye for now, sweet dreams tonight for you. " Connor's eyes get big as saucers as I shake my head grinning 'cause Terry's too much. Walking away and waving at him, he blows me a kiss. Then I follow Connor, but when walking out the door I bump into the door jam. Fuck, I'm drunker than I thought. We jog towards where the car's parked with Connor asking, "Why'd he kiss you?" I go, "He's very friendly," and then I stumble and almost fall. Connor grabs my arm to steady me, asking, "Do you wanna hangout with me after Rob's in bed?" to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com ======================================================== Hoping some readers may be interested, there are three 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. Three book about a 19 year old gay boy (Oliver) who has a far different life than Dylan's. 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 ============================================ Please consider a tax deductible donation of any size to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expense of maintaining this ginormous free story site. Thank you very much. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html