Date: Sat, 18 May 2013 10:46:01 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 13 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 13 by Donny Mumford It's a beautiful Friday morning and because I got to bed fairly early last night I'm feeling really good this morning. After work yesterday afternoon, while it pouring rain outside, I fixed Ryan's haircut and then we experienced a luscious hour in my bed together doing mostly lover's sex, although he did suck a hickey on my neck and was a little rough with the lover's sex because he was mightily aroused by me licking and sucking his body. I've been thinking, maybe I haven't been getting enough sub/dom stuff lately; we've been leaning more towards lover's sex of late, so that slightly rough lover's fuck was as close to dominant sex as I've had this week. Ryan decides the type of sex he lays on my body, so I'm not mentioning that I'm missing the dominant sex unless it comes up somehow in a conversation. I feel good being slightly submissive to Ryan even when the sex is over. That's a game to me and he's overstating the situation when he says I'm in danger of becoming too submissive to him. The fact of the matter is he's the one overly committed to me. Pretending he's dominant in our relationship is fun though, and it's the kind of pleasant thing I always hoped I'd feel with Robby, but it never quite seemed real with him. He's not as natural or as good with it as Ryan, but much improved over earlier efforts at it. Oh, and I don't need to remember to salute Ryan when I see him now... haha. He told me to stop because he knows I'm committed to following his lead the way I do Rob's. Ryan might be giving himself a little too much credit saying he no longer thinks we need a private signal acknowledging I'm submissive to him. I went going along with the saluting because he's so fucking cute with our dom/sub nonsense. That's when we really used to go at it, and we still do the sub/dom stuff now and then, just not nearly as often as I'd like. Ryan still likes to be dominant, but he thinks I get too submissive to him, which is a stretch. It's fun pretending to be submissive to him and letting him think feels he's the boss of us two. It's a game to me, like I said, and keeps life interesting; plus, he fucks me marvelously, to use a word I never use. For old times sake this morning I do my salute looking at myself in the mirror and decide it's looks pretty cool and I kinda liked doing it, but I cannot do it if that's what Ryan wants. Thinking about this silly stuff I toast an English muffin and eat it with butter dripping into the nooks and crannies thinking how nutty the dom/sub thing is. I need some coffee, but Chubby's got the Keurig in his condo so I make a cup of instant coffee, which is a poor excuse for coffee. Then I'm outside waiting for Chubby, sitting on the top step smoking and feeling pleased with myself. He comes bouncing down the steps as I stand, saying, "Good morning, little brother," and he gives me a hug while I sneak a kiss on his cheek. He goes, "You're looking alert this morning, big brother," and I go, "That's because I got a good night's sleep, and you're in a surprisingly good mood for this early in the morning yourself." We start down the steps with Chubby saying, "That's because I got lucky last night."I mutter, "Ewwww, that's gross," and he laughs, saying, "To you maybe, but not to ninety percent of the population." I say, "Yeah, ten percent admits to being gay, but there are hordes of gays who won't admit it for a variety of reasons; some better than others. It's their choice, like with Ryan: he won't come out to his parents like Robby and me did, but he's still as gay as me." Chubby goes, "You're probably right, Dylan; in fact, I'm sure you are. Hey, ya think your little boyfriend will remember our lunch?" I go, "I was wondering that very thing, but I'm betting he remembers. Preparing lunch every three days is way better than each of us fixing a lunch every day." I drive us to work with Chubby sending a text to his girlfriend. Can't help but wonder if Chubby agreed with me about a lot of gays not admitting they're gay because he's acknowledging he has some gay inclinations himself; for me at least. The best I can hope for is that he's bisexual, I suppose; I'm not sure a gay boy could screw girls like Chubby does. I couldn't do it, I'll tell you that much. After he's done texting, Chubby asks, "What do you make of grumpy Derek?" I shrug, "He doesn't want to be on the job for one thing, it's his father who's insisting on it, but I forget why. It's due to some expense Derek incurred at college, something to do with driving I believe. He's a hard worker who just doesn't want to mingle with the likes of us. If he minds his own business, I'll mind mine where he's concerned." Chubby says, "I guess," and I add, "Robby told me Derek's much friendlier with the supervisors." Chubby goes, "He gets on my nerves for some reason. It's like he thinks he's better than us and that bugs me. Reminds me of Connor's roommate at Merrimack." I say, "You seem to be getting along fine with Lee though," and Chubby goes, "Billy Lee's kind of a hot shit. He's fun to match wits with. He's a bull too, I'll tell ya that." I go, "Yeah, he's built like a brick shithouse and he might be another secret gay, or at least a bisexual because he keeps coming on to me." As I drive the jeep into the parking lot we see Robby and Ryan smoking a cigarette and talking next to Robby's pickup, Chubby says, "Billy Lee's kidding around with you, that's all." It's Ryan's turn to provide lunch for himself, Chubby, and me and he's got a lunch bag in his hand so good for him for remembering. We have a perfect record on that score so far, so it's working great. I park close by Robby's pickup and we walk towards them with Chubby saying, "Hi guys." When Ryan looks up, I salute and he shakes his head 'no', grinning, and then says, "Good morning you two. Hi Dylan." Robby says, "Hi Chubby," then a smile for me as he says, "Give me a kiss 'hello' Dylan, then I gotta get to the morning meeting." We lean our heads together for a quick kiss, "G'morning Rob." He pats my cheek mumbling, "Love ya, Dylan," and he's off at a trot with Chubby rolling his eyes and making a face. Ryan leans his head over and we kiss quickly too. Chubby says, "I'm feeling left out again," so I kiss his lips as he sputters and wipes his lips with the back of his hand with me chuckling at his discomfort. Me doing that in front of Ryan has Chubby muttering and wiping his mouth again. Ryan leans his face to Chubby, his cute lips puckered, and Chubby laughs, saying, "I was kidding, Ryan," then he rubs Ryan's hair, mumbling, "Ya nut." Ryan goes, "Ahhhh," like he's disappointed, and Chubby says, "Next time maybe," then to me, "You got cute boyfriends, Dylan. Lets change into our work clothes." We turn and walk towards the locker room, Chubby's got his arm across Ryan's shoulders, asking, "What we having for lunch, hot stuff?" Ryan goes, "I put Cokes in the cooler. In this bag I got BLT's with mayo on lightly toasted bread. My mom got up early to make them; two each for you and Dylan and one for me." "Yeah?" Chubby says, "Sounds good, how 'bout dessert?" Ryan says, "My mom's fudge brownies, a dozen of 'em and they're killer good!" Chubby says, "Nice job! Well, okay Ryan!" As we pass the big truck, Ryan puts the bag in the cooler, so I ask him, "How come ya didn't put it in the cooler when you put the Cokes in there?" He shrugs, "I don't know, maybe you guys might want to check out the sandwiches or something." I hug his neck, muttering, "You're too cute for words." He puts his arm around my waist as we walk. We go into the locker room with Ryan by my side, he whispers, "Oh, nice salute, Dylan, but you don't need to do that anymore. I really liked it though." I never cease to be amazed how Ryan can be almost childlike at times while at other times he can be a tough dominant sex partner. Like I've said, that boy's versatile, and although his dominant stuff has been toned down a lot, it's still fun. He's obviously devoted to me which makes me feel good. Chubby's a quick change artist. He's in his uniform before I have my street clothes off. He says, "See you boys outside; I'm gonna grab a smoke." When he's gone, I'm wondering if Ryan's broached the subject with Robby about how he's losing interest in sex with Robby, so I ask him, "Um, how'd it go last night with our boyfriend?" Ryan mumbles, "You know we're not describing what each of us does; it just makes one of us jealous." Hmmm? I go, "Oh, I know that. I just meant generally speaking." He grins big time, spreading his arms, saying, "Generally speaking it was fucking awesome!!!" And just like that, a green cloud of jealousy comes over me like I haven't felt since the enormous clouds of jealousy I felt when Robby first told me that he considers Ryan's an equal boyfriend to me, seemingly so long ago now. Ryan's frowning with concern as my body gets stiff, my eyes sting and I feel like screaming. Even though he's witnessed my jealous reactions in the past occasionally, I have no control over this one because it's totally taken me by surprise; jealousy is an awful feeling. I turn away because I actually have tears in my eyes which I wipe with the back of my hand. I can't make myself say something appropriate, like, 'That's nice' or 'I'm happy it's still working for you two', or something along those lines. I'm surprised at my reaction and furious at myself for acting like this, and I'm not at all sure if I'm more jealous of Ryan or Robby. I can't tell for sure, but I think it's Robby. I'm jealous he got to be with Ryan last night, and I didn't. Obviously Ryan can tell I'm not a happy camper, he steps next to me and puts his hand on my shoulder, "I'm sorry, Dylan, I didn't mean it to sound like that. It was okay last night, ya know. We both still love our boyfriend even though I'm not as infatuated with him as I once was. I mean, you have an awesome time when you're with Rob. Don't ya? I don't get jealous of that because I'm confident you'll eventually realize it's me you want more than Rob. You just can't let yourself admit that yet. And, hey, you're the one who asked me to maintain the status quo going with our threesome." I nod my head, but still don't trust my voice because I'm afraid it'll have that crying sound in it. I'm shocked by my reaction, like I said, but I really wasn't expecting an enthusiastic endorsement of their date like Ryan made. I guess if I'm honest I expected him to say it wasn't nearly as good as it is with me. My reaction's humiliating to me, but it is what it is. Ryan's craning his neck so he can stare at my face as he rubs my back. "You okay, Dylan? What's wrong? You know how I feel about you, but I love Rob in a way too. We both do." The more he says the more I feel like crying and I haven't cried for some time now. I get emotional, but save my tears for major events like finding out Chubby and me are real brothers. The way I'm behaving is preposterous and I struggle to regain control of my emotions. It's Ryan who's a little too infatuated with me, not the other way around. Clearing my throat, I take a deep breath, then force a smile rubbing Ryan's head, mumbling, "It's nothing, I'm fine really. I, um, I'm fine." He hugs me quickly and mumbles, "I love you best, Dylan, really I do. You know that." I nod my head again, totally embarrassed by my childish behavior. Holy shit, that came on me fast, and I'm so pathetic that Ryan just saying he loves me best actually made me feel a little better. Jeez, I got it bad for him, I guess. I nod my head and try maintaining my phony smile. He says, "Get your uniform on, Dylan, or we'll be late again." We get changed and head for the blacktop with me willing myself to get a fucking grip, but at the door Ryan grabs hold of my arm and pulls me into the hidden alcove that leads to the heating systems. I start to protest, "I'm fine, Ryan, there's no need to..." but he's got his lips on mine. I try pretending this isn't necessary, but find myself mauling Ryan, hugging and kissing him and rubbing his slight body, clutching him to me as I kiss all over his face almost causing his glasses to fall off in my exuberance. Ryan's going, "Oh, haha, okay that's good, oh boy, I really got through to you yesterday, didn't I? Take it easy, Dylan, I love you, you don't need to worry about that." I kiss him a couple of more times, and he's like, "I know you love me, Dylan, but please calm down." He rubs my shoulder again, then the back of my neck, going, "Shhhh, it's okay, I'm here for you," as I cling to him. Ryan shakes he head, mumbling, "Damn, I've really made an impression on you and it's awesome, but don't get so carried away, okay? You'll make us look like fools." Then, "Okay?" a little sterner this time. Trying to please him, I nod my head up and down real fast like he does, muttering, "Okay, Ryan. I'm good," then I cling to him again rubbing my nose in his hair and kissing the top of his head, pathetically asking, "Ryan, would you lick up the front of my nose, so I'll smell you all morning?" He shakes his head slowing again, like he can't believe I'm this needy for his attention. Grinning slightly, he mutters, "Oh, okay," and roughly pulls my head down. "Stay like that," I hold my head in places watching him work up a gob of saliva. Then, with a hand at the back of my neck he laps up across my lips and up the front of my nose saturating my nostrils with his saliva. His face two inches from mine, he says, "Sniff my spit up your nose, Dylan," sounding dominant to my ears, although he probably wasn't trying to be dominant. It's like I will him to be dominant more than anything else; maybe I'm missing his full dominant routine or something. Without letting go of him, I sniff his saliva into my sinuses and it drips into my throat, as I wonder, 'Is there no limit to me humiliating myself? Jesus!' Ryan's using his calming voice, while rubbing the palms of both hands on the sides of my head, "It's fine, Dylan. Don't worry, I love you like no one else." My fingers twitch as I do his fast head nod again. He's staring into my eyes with light flickering off the lens of his glasses as he rubs the hairs at the back of my head again, then stands on tip toes to lick up my nose once more and I automatically sniff it in. "There, now you'll smell me all day. Okay?" Continuing to stare at him in a fog, I mutter, "Yes, Ryan," and hug him again feeling like I need to cry. What the fuck's going on in my brain? He quietly says, "I know how you're feeling, but remember I'm here for you and there's no way I'll take advantage of you, I'm looking out for you." In a trance I cling to Ryan like he's my life preserver. He's totally in charge and I wait to see what I need to do next. Ryan holds my face between his hands, saying, "Stand still a second. Bend your head down a little more." I stand there, bent over slightly, and he uses his thumbs to wipe away the tears that popped out of my eyes without me realizing it. "You'll be okay, I'll take care of you, but you cry too much," taking his handkerchief out and holding it to my nose, his thumb and forefinger on either side of my nostrils. Without thinking, I give a big blow. He folds the handkerchief, saying, "Once more, give me a big blow, Dylan. Your tears and my saliva got your cute nose running," so I wait until Ryan has his handkerchief against my nose again. He says, "Blow your nose one more time, Dylan," and I do. He says, "That's a good boy," as he wipes my nose, muttering, "I hope you can still smell my saliva, but I needed to have you blow your nose because I can't let my submissive boyfriend go out there with a runny nose." Putting his handkerchief away, he says, "Okay, let's go out and face the world now, stay close to me. It'll be alright," and he leads me out of the alcove holding my hand. I'm completely docile and submissive to him again so it must be I miss more of that side of him, and I know I can trust him, so I wish we'd do more of the dominant sex. The side of my body touches his as I walk staring at his cute face. He looks up grinning, and mutters, "This is really something. You're surprising the hell out of me, Dylan. I really didn't think you'd react this way and I'm sorry I brought this on you, but we'll work it out together." I walk close to him clutching his hand tightly, but don't have a clue what he's talking about. He lets go my hand when we're back in the main locker room area because late arrivals would see us holding hands. I'd have been happy holding his hand all the way to the crews that are standing on the black top. Walking outside, my head clears, but now my face is on fire blushing with embarrassment at how I behaved. Everything I thought about last night was wrong. I actually am too submissive to Ryan now, like he said, but there's nothing I can do about it. Ryan chuckles, saying, "You're really something," as I try to get my act together. Then I come to the realization that Ryan's the only one who witnessed my meltdown, so my blush fades a little. He's witnessed my over-emotional states during sex many times, but I'm still in a bit of a fog and not at all sure what just happened. Lighting a cigarette my fingers are trembling. This is awful, I can't ever remember behaving like this. Maybe I had a mini version of this meltdown after I secretly watched Robby fucking Ryan, and then him telling me about it later. Robby came right out with it, but instead of being angry, I couldn't hug him or kiss him enough. That's the only other time I can remember feeling jealous this deeply. It must have been I'm subconsciously wanting Ryan to tell Robby he loves me best, and that he doesn't have the hots for him anymore. Hell, I'm usually the one who rationalizes everything away and looks for the bright spot, and goes on from there. Dammit! This is never going to happen again! With a concerned look on his face, Chubby asks me, "What's wrong, Dylan?" I glance at Ryan, he says, "Whaddaya mean, Chubby? Dylan's fine." I nod my head at Chubby still worried how my voice will sound if I speak. Chubby looks at me a second and I force a goofy smile. He looks at Ryan, "You better not be fucking with my brother's head or we're gonna have problems, you and me." Ryan frowns, muttering, "I'm not fucking with his head. We're boyfriends aren't we, Dylan?" I go, "Uh huh," and at that moment, fortunately, Robby calls us over. "Okay, guys, good morning. We've got all big lawns to work on today so we might run late. That's a heads-up for any of you who need to let somebody at home know you'll be late tonight. Let's load the truck." As everyone starts for the equipment garage, Robby says, "Ah, Dylan can I see you a second?" I glance at Ryan, who nods his head, like, 'Yeah, go ahead,' as if I need his permission. What the fuck did I check with Ryan for? This is Key-fuckin'-West all over again. Still shaky, I walk over, asking, "Whassup, Rob?" and he smiles at the 'Rob' reference so I smile too. Robby looks so cool this morning and I feel like I need another kiss with him, but of course don't act on that urge. He says, "We're working till probably six o'clock tonight, then there's a get together with the supervisors after that, so I'm not sure when I can pick you up, but I'll text you. Okay?" I go, "Sure, Rob. Oh, um, you're definitely going to pick me up though, right?" He squeezes my bicep, "Of course I am. Are you alright? Ya feeling okay?" I go, "Yeah, of course. I can't wait for tonight, though." He smiles, "You twins are gonna give me a big head. I can't wait either, Dylan. Love you." I mumble, "Me too, Rob," and I stand there staring at him. He grins, and says, "You wanna help the guys load the truck now?" I go, "Oh, sure, heh heh." As I'm walking away, feeling stupid, Robby yells, "Remind Derek we need both mowers today," I wave at him, muttering, "Sure thing, Rob," and then help Lee secure the weed whackers in the truck bed. I'm coming out of my trance, still not sure what happened to me in the locker room. Lee goes, "Hey, g'morning, Dylan. That's a helluva nice hickey on your neck; who gave it to you?" I go, "Um, what? Oh, it's a pimple, not a hickey." He says, "No it's not. Hey, ya free tonight?" I go, "What?" He says, "I'd be happy to provide you with a straight guy to satisfy your curiosity about what it's like getting your backdoor plowed by a stud." I again pretend it's a joke, and say, "Dammit, Lee, I gotta go out with a gay stud tonight. I'll have to pass up the opportunity you offered." He laughs, rubbing my hair roughly and knocking my hat off in the process. "Just thought I'd offer," as he kicks my hat and walks off chuckling to himself. That rough head rub was very close to bullying. I pick my hat up and pound it against my leg to get the dust off it. Looking up I see Derek's driving the ride-on mower up to the truck. I wait for him so I can pass on Robby's reminder about the extra mower, but before I get a chance to do that, he says, "What are you standing around for, Newman? Everyone else is working." The urge to tell him to go fuck himself passes, and I mumble, "Rob wants me to remind you we need the big walk-behind mower too." He says, "I know that, you go get it. Make yourself useful." This morning sucks! Lee showed me how to operate the walk-behind mower the second day on the job so in the garage I start it up, then walk behind it guiding it out of the garage concentrating on keeping it going where I want it to go. It's self propelled with different speeds, but I keep it in low for safety sake. However, Derek yells at me, "Let's go with that thing, Newman!" I put it in a higher gear looking for Robby to see if he witnessed Derek acting like an asshole, but Robby's talking with two other supervisors who all of a sudden burst out laughing. A reaction to Robby's recently acquired joke telling talent perhaps. "Bring it right up the ramp," Derek unnecessarily instructs me. The left wheel almost goes over the side of the ramp and he yells, "To the right!" which I was gonna do anyway. I get it in position and Derek says, "Okay, I'll secure it, you help with the grass clipping bags." Jeez, this job is starting to suck. Derek seems to be feeling his oats today. I glance at him with a scowl on my face; he's a big bastard alright. When everything is loaded except for us worker bees, Robby says, "Climb on board fellows, let's get moving," then to Derek, "Would you get the tailgate, Derek." Derek nods and Robby walks around to get in the cab and fires up the engine. Lee, then Chubby, climbs up into the back of the truck, then Ryan, who holds his hand out to me and helps pull me up. The feel of his hand sends shivers down my spine and the shivers go around to tantalize my balls. I grope myself as we take our normal seats. With both mowers on board we can't see Lee and Chubby and they can't see us. Ryan and me snuggle together with me grinning now, happy that it's just Ryan and me again for a little while. Chubby stands up asking, "You guys ready?" and Ryan says, "We're good," so Chubby gives the thumbs up and Robby drives the truck onto the street. Ryan gets his arm around my neck and I lean my head down to him. With his lips to my ear so I can hear him over the loud engine and traffic noise, he asks, "You okay now?" I'm actually fine now that we're snuggling together so I do Ryan's fast head nod and he laughs, then says in my ear, "You're awesome," and he kisses the side of my face. Putting my lips to his ear, I ask, "After work, right?" He shakes his head, "I can't today, Dylan, my mom needs the car." I say in his ear, "I'll come to your house then, pleeeze!" He shakes his head again, "I need to go with mom; we're both getting eye exams and maybe new glasses." I ask, "How 'bout afterwards? You could come over to my place, pleeeze!" He clamps his thumb and two fingers on my chin and jerks my head around, saying, "No! Not this afternoon! Stop nagging me." My eyes sting again as I frown at him, then lean back against the side of the truck and fold my arms, pouting like a nine year old. Ryan rolls his eyes, then his face relaxes and with a grin on his lips he wiggles his finger for me to lean my head to his. I hesitate, then lean down shouting, "What?" He puts his arm around my neck again and says in my ear, "I'm sorry I snapped at you, but I'm disappointed we can't be together, too. Plus you'll be with Rob tonight so I got snippy with you. I'm really sorry. I love you best, Dylan, really I do." Muttering, "It's alright," I cuddle with him and kiss his face a few times then take his other arm and wrap it around me. He hugs me with both arms as he's chuckling and sort of rocking us, then he kisses the hickey he made on my neck yesterday. As the truck bounces over some rough road I put the side of my face against Ryan's, not even caring I'm making a jackass of myself. I've no pretenses around Ryan anymore. If I grovel for his attention in private, so what! It's between Ryan and me and I'm content demonstrating how much I love him when we're alone. There's no sense pretending it's just a game I'm playing where love is concerned; I know now Ryan's my dominant lover and me demonstrating to him how much I look up to him and need his attention doesn't bother me a bit. It's our private little world and I'll live in it with him, while being my normal self with everyone else, including Rob who I love just as much as ever. Looking in Ryan's eyes, I smile at him. He grins happily, then kisses my nose. He says in my ear, "Everything will be alright, Dylan. You're doing fine." I lean against him pulling his arm tighter around me sighing. Yeah, everything will be alright. The crew's busy all day and my mind is mostly on work; I wanna be sure I'm working as hard as everyone else. We're all sweating on this hot June day and then the sky quickly clouds up and a thunder storm drenches us just before lunch. We finish the lawn anyway and then Robby drives us back to the locker room so we can all change into dry uniforms; the ones we wore yesterday, and eat our lunch out of the rain. Chubby will be washing the uniforms for us three musketeers tonight, me, Ryan, and Chubby; we're musketeers where lunch and uniforms are concerned. Two days from now Ryan will do it. I'm back to my normal frame of mind after working all morning. My emotions are under control, but I still feel like an ass for the childish way I acted in the locker room. Ryan doesn't rub it in or even mention it. Lee's eating with us as usual and we're all breaking each other's balls about one screw up or another. Like Chubby dumping a whole sack of grass clippings on the street next to the truck when it slipped out of his hand, or Lee pruning a shrub on the client's next door neighbor's property. The four of us are getting along great and Derek's not bothering anyone, so if Lee would just stop hitting on me it'd be near perfect. I glance at Ryan every now and then and our eyes meet making us both grin self-consciously, but the feelings of love are obvious. The rain stops and the sun's out again by the end of lunch. Driving to our first lawn in the afternoon, I say to Ryan, "I've been acting childish. I'm real sorry, Ryan." He says in my ear, "Don't give it a thought, Dylan. I've been there and done that. We're good, we're a hell of a lot better than good actually, and soon it will be our turn again." I do his fast head nod wanting to kiss him, but maintain control of myself. Then I say, "We were together yesterday." He goes, "Yeah, but Rob's got a function to go to with all the bosses tonight so maybe he'll tell you he can't make it tonight. The problem is my eye exam. We're meeting dad and having dinner out so it might be too late by the time we're through." We hold hands with the side of our heads together and I feel happy, but I'd really like to see Ryan tonight, although I'm anxious to renew my love affair with Robby too. I guess I just need to play it by ear tonight. Why was I such a jerk earlier though? It baffles me now; it was a momentary lapse that won't happen again. It took me by surprise, but now I'll be ready for it. Thinking back on it, I never once had a negative thought for either of my boyfriends, so I'll takes some positives from that. I was rational enough to at least realize it was me I was pissed at, not Ryan or Robby. Pissed that I allowed the jealousy to overwhelm me and I'm pissed I acted like a baby. Ryan did everything he could to calm me down and he only lost his patience once, then apologized. He's a really good kid, especially for not flaunting my fawning and groveling over him this morning. That's still embarrassing, but it gets less so with each hour that passes. The first lawn this afternoon is for a large retirement home and it's by far the biggest property we do landscaping for. I know from doing it the first two weeks it'll take most of the afternoon. I'm working the walk-behind mower the first hour and a half and my arms ache by the time my shift is over. It's a hundred yards across the lawn and a hundred back, over and over again. Actually, it's a diagonal cut so each swipe is slightly shorter than the one before it. Wiping sweat from my forehead with my hands, the mower idling in front of me, I check out the finished lawn and it looks damn good. Happy my shift is over with this big mower, I walk the mower back to the truck where Ryan's getting a leaf blower from the truck. When he looks over, I stop the mower and snap off a salute which brings a big grin to his lips. Then he says, "Okay, do the salute if you want; I like it so what the hell." When I've got the mower at the ramp, I leave it there for someone else to use. Ryan asks, "How ya doing?" I go, "Good now, Ryan. I was such a sap this morning though. What came over me anyhow?" He goes, "Guess we've done enough of my dominant sex that you just, um, were kinda into me. Are you missing it?" I say, "You decide, Ryan, you're the boss, but yeah I'd like to do it more often." He shrugs, "Yeah, I knew you would, but I'll decide. Anyway, your reaction this morning happens, it used to happen to me when I was a submissive, but yours was pretty intense so I'm not doing the dom/sub thing with you for a week or two." I go, "Oh no, Ryan, I'm good now. I want to do it whenever you want to." He shakes his head, mumbling, "You get too submissive; remember that collar and leash example I made of you? It kind of scares me and I'm afraid I'll get carried away again, too." I'm getting a leaf blower off the truck, saying, "Come on, Ryan, we both had a blast yesterday in my bedroom and the sub/dom stuff leads to awesome lovers' sex afterwards." He takes a deep breath, "Well, I still get excited about you wearing my dog collar and I really like having my full fantasy come true. Maybe one more time, then only once a week after that." I go, "I wear the collar to bed every night. I like to because you wore it before me." He goes, "You're really something. Maybe I'll make you wear it to work too. Heh heh." We strap the blowers over our shoulder as I chuckle, saying, "That might be a tad over the top. If I get desperate I'll just nag you for more dominant sex. You're too sweet to turn me down. Once a week my ass." He laughs, "You say the nicest things to me. You're right too, I have a very hard time turning you down about anything." We're walking to the long sidewalk we'll need to use the leaf blowers on. He mouths, 'I love you,' as we take the noise reducing earphones hanging around our necks and cover our ears with them, then turn on the loud leaf blowers. Ryan's doing one side of the sidewalk as I'm blowing the grass clipping off the other side. We work together for forty-five minutes and when we finish and turn off the blowers, the silence seems deafening. We finishas Derek's loading the ride-on mower. Lee, who apparently took over after me with the walk-behind mower, waits until Derek's done so he can load his mower. Chubby, Ryan and I are smoking under the shade of an oak tree when Robby motions for me to come to him. I jog over and he says, "The supervisor thing tonight will be over by eight o'clock. I'll be over for you after that." I go, "Awesome! I'll see you then. This is a nice surprise, Rob." He smiles as he gets a call on his cell phone so I go back and sit with the boys. Chubby asks, "Dylan, ya wanna come with us to watch the Paw Sox play tonight? You too, Ryan." I go, "Oh man, why couldn't you ask me that last night? I have something to do tonight." Ryan says, "I got an eye exam at Lens Crafters with my mom, but thanks for asking, Chubby." Chubby, probably to make up for threatening Ryan earlier, pulls down the brim of Ryan hat so the hat bumps into Ryan's glasses, saying, "Any time little, buddy. How the hell are you handling that walk-behind mower?" Ryan straightens his hat grinning, then says, "Actually I haven't tried it yet, but Dylan's used it a number of times and he says I'll be able to do it okay." I ask, "Who you going to the game with?" Chubby shrugs, "The boyfriends of Mary Jo's girlfriends. They're pretty good guys. The girls are doing a girl's night out so us guys are going to a baseball game. Her father advertises at the park and he got a bunch of free tickets." I go, "Next time, okay?" He's like, "We gotta have a night out, bro. Next week we'll plan on it." I go, "Good deal," and Robby yells over to us, "Let's go, guys. One more job and we're done for the week. We should be in the house before six." We get up on the truck bed and I hear Chubby asking Lee if he wants to go to the game. Lee says, "Hey yeah, Jeffrey. Where we sitting?" but that's all I hear. If the guys Chubby's going to the ballgame with are really good guys, like Chubby said, I wonder why he's recruiting other guys to go too? Wish I could go sometime actually, as I'd like to meet these other guys. I'll bet the guys Chubby's gone to the game with are a bunch of stiffs. Ryan sits down and I scoot over right next to him and put my arm around his neck looking him in the eyes. I ask, "How come you keep forgetting your sunglasses?" Mine are on my hat. He grins muttering, I don't know," and our sweaty faces come together for a sweet kiss. He licks some sweat off my top lip, then says, "Even your perspiration smells and tastes good. You're eatable." I go, "You too." He says, "I was going to slide over to you, you didn't need to do it." I mutter, "I didn't want to take the chance you wouldn't, and then I take his hat off to run my fingers through his damp hair; damp, but still soft. "You have the nicest hair, Ryan." He laughs, "You're just trying to con me into okaying your flattop, aren't ya?" I do his fast head nod and we both laugh, then kiss again." He says, "Because of the Saturday baseball games, Rob's been ignoring our pube shaving and haircuts, so your hair's grown in enough for me to try again to give you a burr haircut like Rob and I have. That'll be tomorrow" I say, "I'm gonna nag you for a flattop." Then I tell him about Robby and me going out tonight. He says, "Okay, that takes the pressure off me. It'd be too late after dinner with the folks anyway." Chubby gives the thumbs up to Robby and we're on our way for the last job of our third week. I'm back to liking my job because I get to do it with Robby, Ryan and my brother. I love being with them. During the ride Ryan and I hug and cuddle and talk to each other with our lips against each other's ear. He says, "This morning I was concerned about you Dylan, but at the same time it was thrilling to see how infatuated with me you've become. And it's like a constant thing, not some phase you're going through. I love that!" I say, "Well, infatuated yes, and I'm in love with you, too. You rock my world!" He says, "I could listen to you saying nice things about me all day and night. And everything you say to me I can honestly say is my sentiment for you. It's like I won the lottery, or a rock star fell in love with me somehow. That's what I feel like all the time because of you. I pinch myself to be sure I'm not fantasizing or dreaming an erotically wonderful dream." Squeezing his cute nose, smiling at him, I say, "Rock star, that's me. Can I try on your glasses?" He does the fast head nod, pulls them off and leaning over, he puts them on me grinning at how I look wearing his little glasses. He laughs squeezing the back of my neck, then we kiss with our arms around each other and the lenses fog up from the heat we're generating. I slide my tongue across his cheek to his ear, panting. Then I say, "We're going to get caught doing this ya know." He does the same thing with his tongue that I did to him, leaving a saliva streak on my face from my mouth to my ear, and says, "I don't care, I love you and can't get enough of you," and we kiss again. I go, "I can't see through your glasses." Ryan giggles, then cleans them and puts them back on me. Everything's distorted and blurry. I say, "Can I wear them for awhile?" He says, "You'll hurt your eyes. I'm nearsighted and you're not." I ask, "Does that mean you can see things close up, but not in the distance?" He goes, "That's it exactly," and he takes his glasses off me, saying again, "You'll hurt your eyes, Dylan, really. I gotta take care of my submissive boyfriend." I salute him and he squeezes my nose like I did to him. Gawd, I love him so. I stare at his face and we grin at each other. Then the truck jerks to a stop. I give Ryan one last hug and we get out to finish our last job of the week. The last job is a fairly large lawn that Ryan tells me is one of the jobs he got for Robby by soliciting door to door in his neighborhood, but his house is on another street so we can't see it from here. Finished with this lawn, we ride back to the company and unload everything. Then, in the locker room, both Chubby and Ryan are in a hurry: Chubby to make his ballgame and Ryan his eye doctor appointment. Lee is going to the game with Chubby so he rides with Chubby and me; they're going to drop me off and then head down to Pawtucket, Rhode Island. The Paw Sox are a triple A affiliate of the Red Sox. It's a lot cheaper to see the triple A club and it's cool to see the Red Sox's future stars. On the ride Lee is plastered next to me, as I'm on the end and he's in the middle with Chubby driving. At one point he accidentally on purpose adjusts his sitting position putting one hand on the seat between him and Chubby and the other one right on my crotch, all the time telling Chubby about some girl he dated who had flatulence like you can't believe and she'd fart while getting fucked. They're both laughing like macho studs do when they tell each other lies about their sexual conquests. When Lee has given me a rather complete cock and balls exam with his hand, he looks at me pretending to be surprised, saying, "Oh jeez, sorry Dylan, I thought I was leaning on your leg. It's tight in here for a guy my size." Then he looks at my lap, saying, "Or your size too, that surprised me, heh heh." I've been giving him the dead-eye stare through the whole thing. He pats my leg, saying, "My bad," then squeezes my thigh a few times near my balls, grinning at me. These are more blatant bullying moves by Lee, which I'm not sure how to handle because, one, I want things to go smoothly on Robby's crew; and two, Chubby likes Lee. Also I don't want to seem like a whiner. I'll pretend it's just horsing around with sexual overtones and not the actions of a latent homosexual meant to intimidate me. Maybe if I give him no reaction he'll lose interest, as it's only the third week of the summer. At the condo Chubby and I bump fists saying, "See ya later, bro," then a goose by Lee as I'm getting out with him saying, "Sorry you're not coming with us." And Chubby pulls away. I've got better things to think about than Lee's inappropriate behavior. Maybe he's telling the truth that he and his gay bud do this kind of horseplay and that's why he doesn't see anything wrong with it. I'm no prude, and I want to like Lee so we'll have harmony in the crew, but so far I don't really care for him. Still, I smile to myself thinking that if I was still alley-catting around, like Robby says, how hot it might be to get fucked by Lee with his macho body and whiskers. He hasn't shaved for two days and I gotta admit, if I'm honest with myself, he's hot in a crude kind of way. I'd like to feel his whiskers against my face, or how would they feel against my crotch if he were sucking my cock, or my buttocks if he were rimming me. Damn, I grope myself as I'm unlocking the front door. Of course, he'd never blow me or rim me, it'd be me doing it to him, but still... Then I stop in my tracks and say out loud to myself, "Didn't you say you had better things to think about than Lee? Dufus!" Okay, I'll get dinner first, then take a shower and get ready for my date with Robby. That gets me excited. I've missed him without realizing it, and that's mostly because of Ryan. This will be special because I'm going to invite Robby to my place instead of having our date in the pickup. The chances of mom coming home early are really remote, but let me just check. I know where Chubby's going to be, so he's not going to pop in to surprise me. I'll text mom to make sure she's fine and not likely to come in unexpectedly, and just see how I feel after I hear from her. I text: 'Hi mom, miss ya. How's it going today at work? Love, Dylan' She texts right back, so I must have texted on her break: 'Dylan honey, how sweet. I always miss you. Tris says 'hi' and we're going to have you boys to dinner next week. All's good here. All my love, mom.' Oh, dinner at the restaurant, cool! I text back telling her to count on me and my brother, free dinner next week, fer sure. So, all is clear. Anxious, I text Robby: 'When will you come over? We can stay right here if you want. The coast is clear. Love, Dylan.' No immediate reply from Robby so I think about dinner. Hmmm, what do I feel like tonight? I hate eating alone, but I seem to be doing a lot of that lately. Pizza, is the answer to the question on my mind, but dammit, I've got no wheels and we just had pizza. Then my cell buzzes and it's a text from Robby: 'Boyfriend, I'll be over at seven, getting out of the meeting earlier then expected. Lets eat together. Love ya, Rob' Hmmm, he signed off 'Rob'. I wonder if that means something. Everyone called him 'Rob' before I started calling him 'Robby'. Now guys he met through me, plus his brother, call him "Robby", but maybe he'd prefer 'Rob'. I'll ask him. I text: "Awesome, boyfriend. Lets eat out. Love, Dyl.' Hee hee, see what he makes of 'Dyl'. It's stupid actually, dill pickle. Then I think of Robby's ex-boyfriend, or whatever his relationship was with Travis Pickles. There's a story there, but we made a pact not to ask questions about side sex. Okay, I'll forget about that and take a shower. I take a long one, cleaning myself really well for Robby. After I dry off I change the sheets on my bed and I do it naked because I like being naked. Sleeping naked with Ryan was da bomb! I still don't know what that means though. Then I dress trying for cool again, so that means one of my new sleeveless tee-shirts, the other one Willie gave me and the other shorts that goes with this tee. Hell, I'm putting on a matching outfit that I wore for my overnight date two weeks ago with cute little Ryan. Sandals, same earrings, same sport watch and same cool cross necklace outside my tee. Then I try something I haven't done for awhile, I put mousse in my hair and brush it up into a rounded flattop. My hair grows fast, thank God since someone's always cutting it wicked short. Damn, I gotta put another plea in to Robby for flattops Saturday instead of burr haircuts. I look cool with hair, well, cooler. When my hair has just been washed, I gotta admit it looks great. I messed it up a little with the mousse, but I'm happy to say it's slightly too long now to standup by itself. Aside from Robby's and my two-tone blond hair, my next favorite on a boy is light brown hair; not dirty blond like some people call it. I expected Robby at eight so seven o'clock is a pleasant surprise, and now I'm really getting excited about seeing him. Ryan sure has had my attention lately, but it doesn't mean I've lost any of my love for Robby. He's awesome and I'm so lucky to be boyfriends with both of them. Oh yeah, life is good. I just feel so good all the time now. I mean except for this morning when I had my jealousy attack. Ryan and Robby say they get jealous too, but they obviously handle it better than me. Guess I'm immature, but I have deep feelings and care about them so much, maybe more than they care about me. Robby has always said he loves me more than I love him, but that's poppycock 'cause' I'm starting to believe I love both of them more than they love me. They both talk a good love story, but something tells me I'm putting out more love for them than their feelings for me. I never doubted myself before, but that's because I had numerous sexual outlets in the past. I guess I thought I was hot stuff, although it would need to have been subconsciously because I never remember thinking that, and now Willie doesn't even call. It's been a month, and I can't go out with him anyway so why waste time thinking about him. This line of thinking isn't doing me any good so I grab a Snapple from the refrigerator and go outside for a cigarette. Sitting on the top step I watch the cars go by and then some teenagers strut by on the sidewalk below. From here they all look cute; that undoubtedly wouldn't be the case if I were close enough to see details of their faces. One chubby kid and two string beans with buzz cuts. Love the way certain teen boys bump into each other and poke at each other while they walk. Haha, one string bean just gave the other string bean a wet willie. He put his finger in his mouth then put it in his friend's ear. Carefree, that's what they are. Well, enjoy your youth boys 'cause life gets more complicated when you're college aged. I remember Chubby and me horsing around like that; those were the good old days alright. Not that life sucks now because it doesn't at all, it was just a different time back then; everything was more innocent and carefree. Oh good, here comes Robby's pickup. I put the Snapple bottle inside, lock the door, and start down the steps, eager to kiss him. Halfway down the steps I find I'm running down them. I jump down the last three and run towards the pickup as Robby parks in the first parking space available, but it's a block away. I'm running because I'm anxious to feel Robby's lips on mine. It's strange how the need to do that builds the closer I get to him and I wonder if it's because I've got a guilty conscience about falling head over heels for Ryan. Robby's leaning out the window saying, "Hi, boyfriend," at exactly the same time I'm saying the same thing to him. We chuckle, and then I have my arms around his neck. Yep, that's it, I'm feeling guilty that I've been into Ryan so much lately. Our faces are side by side and then our lips meet and it's like coming home, feeling his lips and tasting Robby again. Robby and me have such a wonderful history together and it's like all our times together just came roaring back to me at this moment. I kiss him on the lips, then all over his face with Robby saying, "Dylan, baby, I'm still sweaty; I haven't been home since work. You'll get my sweat all over you." I go, "I don't care Robby, I missed you. Hey, you called me baby?" Of course I'm thinking of Willie calling me that; neither Ryan nor Robby has ever called me anything except Dylan, and recently 'boyfriend'. He says, "You are my baby, Dylan, and I've called you that before, remember?" Oh yeah, I do remember; Ryan called me that too. Wonder if that means anything? Robby says, "I love you, but we gotta talk about something." I've still got my arms around his neck and he is a little sweaty, but I like his sweat. I ask, "Doesn't the pickup's air conditioner work?" He says, "The fuckin' air conditioner died on me yesterday and I haven't had any free time to get it fixed. I'll try this weekend sometime." I say, "I like that you call me baby." He kisses me quickly, saying, "I call you baby because you are my baby boyfriend who I love unconditionally and I've missed so much." I kiss his face and say, sounding like a whine, "I love you Robby and you missed my turn the other night." He gets a little stern, saying, "Let go of my head so I can get out of the car, okay?" I back away, mumbling, "I'm sorry. I'm just glad to see you that's all." He puts up the window, gets out and locks the pickup. Then, putting an arm around my shoulders he says, "Come on, lets go in your condo." I ask, "Is something wrong, Rob?" feeling a little bit of fear in the pit of my stomach. Robby asks, "How come you call me Rob all the time now?" I mutter, "I don't know. It's not all the time, anyway. Don't you want me to call you Rob?" He says, "Rob or Robby, I don't mind, but I'm just curious about how much influence Ryan has had on you. I assumed he'd emulate you since you're number one boyfriend; number one now and forever as far as I'm concerned, but instead you're emulating your twin and you even sound like him lately." I lean into Robby and put my arm around his waist hugging him. "You sound angry, Rob, um, Robby. Are you mad at me?" He says, "Oh, I don't know. I'm jealous I guess. Lets go inside and talk." Now, even though it's awkward to walk this way, I've got both my arms around him with my head on his shoulder, mumbling, "Please don't be mad at me, Rob," and he mutters, "Who can stay mad at you?" and he rubs my hair, asking, "What's in your hair?" I go, "It's some mousse so I can brush it up like a flattop." We're going up the steps so I've just got my arm around his waist now and he still has his arm across my shoulders. He says, "If you're trying to get me to change my mind about our haircuts tomorrow, forget it. Your twin's going to try again to do his best giving you a short burr haircut like he and I have, and no matter how badly it turns out again, you're going to pretend you like it and you're going to compliment Ryan. Got it?" My balls buzz and I reach down to grope myself. I gulp, then mutter, "Yes, Rob." I guess that's that. God, I love when Robby talks like that. He did it naturally too; not pretend. Apparently the supervisor job is emboldening him. We're at my front door and Robby has effectively put me in my place, so I meekly ask, "Do you want me to wash the mousse out?" He says, "If you don't mind. I'll do it for you. I didn't mean to be so grumpy about the hair thing, it's just that your twin was nagging me about it today, and it's like you two are ganging up on me. He said he wanted to surprise you by convincing me that we should all have a flattop, like you want. What I want is the haircut you gave me last time and that means you two are getting the same one. You guys say I'm your leader, so start acting like I am or get someone else to be the leader of our threesome." We're inside now and I take Robby's hand, mumbling, "You are our leader, Rob," as I lead him into my bathroom. He turns on the the water in the sink, saying, "Please get me some shampoo, and take your shirt off." I pull my tee over my head and then reach in the shower stall for the shampoo, asking, "Um, is that what you wanted to talk to me about? Our haircuts?" He's testing the warmth of the water with his hand, "Yeah, I want to set you straight on that, and talk to you generally about you and your twin. What's going on with you two? Ryan was, ah, different the last night we were together. He used to hang all over me, but last night I got the impression he'd rather be with you. It wasn't anything specifically, it's just that it used to be all about me. Last night Ryan didn't have the, what's the word, I guess it's devotion. He used to be devoted to me, like he needed me desperately and I was uber special, but now it's like I'm an obligation or something and that sucks." I go, "He told me it was fuckin' awesome last night; his exact words, and it made me so jealous I felt sick." Ryan was very sexy with me yesterday after work so he definitely wasn't horny when Robby picked him up for their date, that's probably what Robby noticed. Robby chuckles, saying, "See, that's why I call you baby. You're so honest about everything. You blurt out things, like how jealous you were, that most guys wouldn't admit; they'd rather save face." I go, "Chubby told me that same thing one time too, but you said you were jealous a little while ago, so why wouldn't I admit it?" He says, "Bend over the sink," and when I do he cups his hands under the water and pours the water on my hair. As he does it a second time, saying, "Yeah, I admitted I was jealous and immediately got pissed at myself for admitting it." He puts shampoo in my hair and begins lathering it all over my head with both hands. It feels good. Robby goes, "So, who were you jealous of? Ryan because he was with me, or me because I was with him? That's the question." Uh oh! I think about it and realize the honest answer is 'both', so I tell him, "I was jealous of both of you." Robby's running the palms of his hands over my head, playing with my hair in the shampoo lather; it smells and feels good. He mutters, "That's what I was afraid of. So Ryan and I are equal in your mind now, and all the times you and I were together over the years has been overtaken in only three months by Ryan? Is that it?" I go, "I don't know, Rob; I'm confused. I love both of you so much I can't see straight or think straight. When I'm with you nobody else matters to me except you and when I'm with Ryan... oh, I don't know. Anyway you told me that Ryan and me were equal boyfriends. That's why I dubbed us 'twins'." He says, "I said you were almost equal, but I didn't mean it, I was trying to get your attention like I've been trying to do for over three years now." He starts rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, mumbling, "I like shampooing your hair, it's sexy. I like giving you haircuts too, but Ryan nagged the shit out of me to let him do it so I lost out last time there, too. Would you two be happier if I'm out of the picture? I don't need pity sex from either of you." I let out a long, "Noooo! I'll stalk you if you dump me. Do you want me to stop having sex with Ryan?" More water gets poured on my head as he mutters, "I can't tell you to stop having sex with Ryan or stop loving each other, either. The experiment to get you to be mine alone was doomed from the start. I was being selfish and not fair to you. I fell in love with an alley-cat boy, so I'll take what I can get. Telling you to stop seeing Ryan isn't an option: for one thing I'd be a hypocrite if I did, and for another thing it wouldn't work anyway. No, I created this threesome trying to get you to appreciate me more. It was stupid, but now that it's backfired on me... I'm stuck with it. I just wanted to clear the air with you and that's why I'm talking with you about this stuff. I knew you'd be honest with me." He grabs a towel off the rack and says, "Stand up now and I'll dry your hair." I stand, and while he's drying my hair, I say, "Robby, your threesome worked. I'm more dedicated and in love with you than ever before, and I was in love with you before I even knew Ryan. My love for you went way up and I realized I'd been taking you for granted, too. And when I saw how much you cared for him, loved him actually, you became hotter to me sexually then ever before too; twice as hot as I thought you were before and I thought you were really hot in the first place." He reluctantly says, "Yeah, I can see you love me more and you're definitely showing extra sexiness to me. The body licking and rimming is new so I can see you're more attracted to me than ever. So you're right... the threesome has had positives for me. I guess you're not the only one who's confused." He stops drying my hair, drapes the towel around my neck, and gets my head between his hands. Then, looking me in the eyes, he goes, "Dylan, we both know, even though you'll deny it, that my love for you is so complete that I'll always defer to you when push comes to shove. What do you want me and you to do?" I wet my lips, not sure what he's asking, so I ask, "Whaddaya mean, Rob?" The palm of one hand is now on the side of my face while the other ruffles through my clean dry hair, the way Robby likes it. I stand still before him, loving his attention. He looks me in the eyes, and says, "Should we continue like we've been doing the last three months? Or maybe Ryan and I become your twin boyfriends, and you be in charge? Or do you want Ryan to be your steady boyfriend with me being your boyfriend on the side? As paranoid as I've become, even I know you don't want me to drop out of the picture altogether. So what's it going to be?" His sincerity makes my eyes water and it makes my heart ache too; ache with love for this awesome boy. I quietly say, "I'm too weak to give up Ryan, but I'd like you to tell me you love me best and really mean it, and I love you being in charge. When you tell me 'no', like with the flattop thing, it makes my dick feel good 'cause I have a submissive fetish." He smiles, muttering, "The things you confess without a trace of embarrassment is so fucking innocent and cute. What else?" "Well, I guess I'm asking you to love me enough to continue our threesome until it peters out somehow. Maybe it'll go on for longer then the summer. What I'd like is for the three of us to continue things just the way you initially set it up. I don't want any changes especially in you, you're perfect. That play-acting you did at being dominant has left some dominant qualities in you that I like. You're back to being your old sweet wonderful self, but just with a delicious taste of extra confidence and bossiness thrown in. That's the way I want us to be, if it's okay with you." He takes a deep breath and says, "Sure it's okay with me and I don't want to change anything right now either. I just wanted to reassure myself we're all on board. My ultimate goal remains the same... you and me together, forever. I guess I needed to hear it from you that you like things the way they are and it's good to know you twins aren't planning a coup. And get serious, if you don't know by now I love you best, nothing I can say will convince you. I've been trying to get you to be exclusively mine for years and I was wrong to do that. You'll decide when you want to be mine, not me. And while I wish now I'd never gotten involved with Ryan, I don't want to give him up, either. He'll never mean as much to me as you do; hell, nobody ever will. So, we've resolved absolutely nothing except you've reassured me of your love for me," and he blurts out a self-deprecating laugh, adding, "And everything will go on exactly like you want it to. Right?" I go, "That's a distortion of the facts, Robby. For you I've given up sex on the side, and you're my leader for real, and we're following your plan more than mine." He kisses me, muttering, "Yeah, you're partially right. Okay, I'm the leader and you two are still my twins except my twins have volcanic heat for each other now." He's smiling at me, so I shrug, "Yeah, I guess we do, but right now I have volcanic heat for you, Rob." He laughs, "Oh my god, what would I ever do without my conniving baby, Dylan?" I go, "I like when you call me 'baby'." And I do actually, although I didn't when Willie called me that. I got used to it, but never particularly liked it from him. I like hearing it from Robby because there's true love behind it. Robby hugs me and I hug him. He says, "You don't even know how special you are. I guess if I can beat away the droves of gay boys who lust after you, I can swallow you and Ryan's volcanic heat for each other." I mutter, "You've a tendency to slip into hyperbole, Rob." He goes, "Only where you're concerned, baby," and we both chuckle at him calling me 'baby' again. I hug him mumbling, "I'm Robby's baby," realizing I'm slipping in and out of calling him 'Robby' and 'Rob'. Don't know why that is except Robby's right, I do emulate Ryan 'cause I got it bad for him. And like Robby said about me, I know in my heart I can say the same thing about him: no one will ever mean as much to me as Robby does. Our love was forged as 'young love' and there's nothing as powerful as that. He's my first true love and will therefore always be my purest. I quietly ask, "Can I suck your dick, Robby?" He says, "Yeah, I'd like that." I slide down his body and get on my knees as he plays with my hair some more. Unsnapping his shorts and pulling down his zipper, then pulling down his jockey shorts I recognize his scent immediately. He hasn't showered so it's strong, but it's Robby's and it's a scent I've been partial to for years. I first identified it when we were giving each other massages before work the year I met him. His short pubic hairs are damp on my face having grown in a little in the past three weeks. I lean my face fully against his crotch and inhale. My dick firms up immediately when I lick around his cock and balls and then lick right on his scrotum, then under it to his asshole. It too is damp, but soon dripping with my saliva. It's hard on my neck bending my head back so far, so I scoot around behind him on my knees. I'm used to doing this for Ryan when he's being dominant, so I don't think to ask Robby to turn around. Spreading his buttocks I lap up his crack and he moans pleasantly. That's sexually stimulating to me, knowing I'm giving Robby sexual pleasure. Sucking on his anus, then getting my tongue inside gets Robby to do the same thing Ryan does; he leans forward. We're in the bathroom so he grabs the rim of the sink and I really go at his asshole with my tongue getting the lips to close and open. It's quite a sensation on my tongue and I imagine the same holds true for his asshole. When Robby begins grunting and humping his hips I scoot back around under him, the top of my head pressed against his hard stomach because he's leaning over, and suck his cock into my mouth just in time to swallow his first precum drools. His cock's hard already, but gets harder as I suck and lick it. Then Robby's straightening up with his hands cupping under my chin, breathlessly muttering, "Stand up, Dylan, I need to fuck you now." Oh yeah. I get up quickly and change places with Robby. Now, I'm leaning over holding onto the sink, forgetting to pull my pants down. Robby grunts as he yanks my shorts and underwear down over my slim hips; he lets go of them and they catch at my knees. I'd taken my shirt off to get my hair shampooed so now I'm naked down to my knees. Robby fingers my anus a bit, then his finger goes all the way in to rub my prostate and I start moaning and squirming. Taking his finger out, he forces his boner in past my sphincter muscle, breathing in gasping spurts. Then, leaning against me he drives his fat four inch boner up my ass going, "Mmmmm," as I gasp at the intrusion and then moan, "Aaaaah, Robby." Grabbing my hips Robby fucks me fast while making low whiny sounds of desire. My boner tightens and tightens; it's Robby fucking me and that's always been special. As my boner moves away from my stomach a long moan of pleasure slips out of me, "Ooooooooh, ahhhhh." My boner throbs, poking straight out; six inches of fantastic sensations and my head drops between my arms as I moan again. Robby's cock is as fat as Ryan's but almost three inches shorter, although right now Robby's is the only cock I care about. It feels fantastic and his unique personal, very familiar aroma surrounds me as I continue moaning quietly at the pleasure I'm feeling from my cock, nuts, and rectum. My body rocks to and fro with each thrust up my ass; each thrust accompanied by a grunt from Robby, "Umpth," and a moan of pleasure from me, "Ahhh...." It goes on for a tantalizing five minutes. When Robby's fucking me it's the most awesome experience for me because of the years of love behind the fuck. I forget that sometimes, but not when he's fucking me. It's special in ways no one else is special; Robby fucking me is my treasure. No one can match that love between us that's built-up for years, and it's an enormous sexual stimulant as I writhe with pleasure and moan. Nothing's better than being fucked good by Robby Dickers, the boy of my dreams in high school, and now it's a reality. My climax is building with the speed of Robby's desperate thrusts, I hump my hips and jerk my ass back at his penetrating boner and cry out, "Oooooh," as cum streams from my boner splashing off the front of the sink, and, "Aaaaaah," as another hard spurt is followed by another. My body convulses and my toes cramp from curling so tightly. Robby lays on my back making whimpering sounds doing short hard humps into me, his arms tightly around me. One last violent hump and he fills my bowels with cum. No matter the size of his cock, nobody pours as much cum up my ass as he does. He's hugging around my stomach continuing his short hard humps, moaning now himself. Then with sighs of pleasure, we're both motionless for a minute with Robby's chest heaving against my back, his heart beating fast and his cock fully impaling me. Then he fucks me, gasping as he does it, for a couple of minutes more with his cum dripping out and getting plastered against my buttocks by Robby's crotch. Pulling his softening cock out of my ass, we both go, "Mmmmm, aaah," then he uses his strong arms to pull me up and around, chest to chest, hugging me and kissing me, mumbling, "Oh God, that was so sexy. I love you so much, Dylan." I hug back muttering, "I love you just as much, Robby, maybe more." He gets a hand behind my head and pulls it against his shoulder, saying, "Don't be silly, no one has ever, in the history of the world, loved anyone as much as I love you. You have no idea how deeply I love you." Well, that's nice to hear, and I believe him too. Why I doubted it, I can't imagine, but I let myself wonder about it earlier this afternoon. He's been telling me how much he loves me for a long time now. I mumble, "I believe you, Robby, and nothing makes me happier than hearing you say that." We hug for awhile, then loosely keep our hands on each other's hips, as Robby says, "Jeez, the urge to fuck you came on me like gangbusters. Only you can bring on that depth of sexual desire I experienced a little while ago. I wanted to do a lovers' sexual act with you, but I couldn't help myself, I couldn't wait to get my dick inside you," and we kiss a lovers' kiss. After a few kisses, I say, "How about a little later we do that lovers' sex you mentioned; do it nice and slow and sexy and loving, Rob." He grins at the 'Rob' reference again, muttering, "Man, I love my twins, especially the taller one. You two are even beginning to look alike, maybe Ryan will start growing taller all of a sudden." We've got our arms loosely around each other now, our faces a few inches apart. I ask, pretending to be serious, "Who's cuter, me or my twin?" Robby blurts out a laugh, "Are you shitting me? Nobody in the world's as cute as you, baby." This time I blurt out a laugh, then say, "You are, you're cuter." He says, "Only you think that." He lets go of me saying, "Let me clean your ass; my cum's drooling out copiously." I say, "Copiously?" He mutters, "It's your twin's word. He used to try impressing me by using big words he memorizes for that purpose." Oh yeah, Ryan mentioned that, but it's funny he doesn't do that with me. Probably because I'm submissive to him. Robby puts his dick away and buttons up his pants, muttering, "Damn, that felt good. Nobody has a ass like you." He wipes my ass with the damp towel he dried my hair with. Then he pulls up my underwear and shorts and hands me my tee-shirt. When I pull it on we grin at each other. I say, "Damn, I love when you fuck me." He grins, "Good, I'm going to do more of it tonight too," and he rubs my recently shampooed hair, as I say, "I changed the sheets on my bed for us." He goes, "No more mousse in your hair, okay?" I say, "Okay, Rob," and he takes my hand in his and we walk out of the bathroom after that quick, but hot fuck. Robby says, "While you're getting dressed I gotta call dad about something said at the supervisor's meeting, and then I've got a great idea for dinner, Dylan." to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to keep it a free site. Details at the site. Thank you.