Date: Fri, 24 May 2013 08:20:22 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO chapter 14 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 14 by Donny Mumford Robby's supervisor's meeting ended earlier than expected so he's able to get to my condo around seven-thirty. One thing led to another and he gave me an impromptu fuck in the bathroom after washing the mousse out of my hair. I thought the mousse was a cool idea because my hair has grown enough in three weeks that I can brush it up into a imitation flattop; a nice change from the short buzz cut I had. He straightened me out though, haircut-wise. Ryan's gonna attempt giving me another of the short burr haircuts like the one he totally fucked-up last time. If I expect Robby to be in charge of our threesome I gotta expect to go along with things I don't particularly like at times; if I don't, then Robby wouldn't be in charge, I'd be in charge and that's no fun for me. Anyway, my hair's been wicked short ever since Willie took me for that first ultra short haircut in Key West months ago. That sort of thing comes with the territory for us submissive types. While Robby shampooed the mousse out of my hair we had a talk about our threesome and decided to maintain the status quo for now. He's noticed Ryan's lack of dedication to him lately so I came right out with the fact Ryan and I have a lot of heat for each other, and we're kind of in love too, so that's probably why Ryan isn't as enthusiastic with Rob as he's been in the past. Robby's response was surprising: he simply accepted it, but thinking about it now I get the feeling he wanted to talk about something else. Instead, Robby basically just reaffirmed that he and I are as tight, and in love with each other, as we've ever been. Plus he sorta inferred there's nothing he can or wants to do about Ryan's reduced interest in him; he said that he, Robby, caused us three to be a tight threesome months ago and now he needs to accept whatever happens. Apparently my worry that Ryan's lack of heat for Rob would be a blow to his ego doesn't appear to be the case. I gotta admire Rob's attitude regarding that. It seems very mature and frankly it's a load off my mind. Rob's always said I was light years more important to him than Ryan, or anyone else, and I'm starting to believe him now. Of course, I'm still in a real quandary because when I'm with Ryan it's like whatever he wants is fine with me; I can't get enough of him. Also, there's no question my orgasms with Ryan are the hottest I've ever had. Plus, I've been getting so submissive to him it's ridiculous, but I can't do anything about that; not that I want to because it's tons of fun for both of us. Ryan does almost everything perfectly with his natural sweet dominant manner. When I'm with Robby though, our years of love together produces a different, deeper loving feeling during sex, which is extremely sexy and wonderful to me as well. What it boils down to: I'm extremely attracted to both of them for different reason, but if I was strapped to a lie detector and had to chose between the two, I'd probably say Ryan's a better lover because his dominant manner is hotter than Robby's... much hotter. And that's not to say Robby's not a little bit bossy in his own way, or that he's not hot because he is in both cases. It's like I get squirmy with desire around Ryan, while with Robby I get less squirmy with desire, but my love for him is stronger. So what to do? Well, apparently what we're going to do is continue like we've been doing. That's all well and good, although I still have a strong sense there's more Robby wanted to tell me, but what it could be I have no clue. Maybe it's just my imagination running away with me again. All I can do is continue like we've been doing and see if my squirminess increases with Robby or my love increases for Ryan. Being honest with myself I'd have to say I'm leaning towards Ryan, but that may be simply because with Robby it's not a new experience, while with Ryan it's quite a new, fresh experience. My goddamn submissive fetish is probably controlling a lot of my thinking though, which is not helping my thinking process in this confusing situation. I basically want both Ryan and Rob equally, but I'm not positive. Anyway, if I've learned anything I've learned that things have a way of changing. At the moment Robby and me are in his pickup heading for the Olive Garden restaurant to get some dinner. I've never been to that restaurant, but Robby really want to try it, so that's what we're doing. It's a Friday night, which is a popular night for eating out, so when we get to the restaurant we have to wait for a table. Guess who we run into? Travis Pickles, that's who. He and Robby had some kind of a relationship in the past. I know that only because of the night a couple of weeks we stopped at a deli so I could buy stuff for our work lunches and Pickles was behind the counter. It was my idea to stop at the deli, not Robby's. There I met Travis; it was the first time I ever heard his name, although I'd seen him in the halls at high school many times. In the deli he openly flirted with Robby in a way that made it obvious they had some kind of history together. When we left the deli Robby told me he and Travis had a little thing going for them in the past; most recently around the time of my trip to Key West and Robby's trip to the Grand Canyon. Robby gave the impression Travis and he were no big deal, but I got the impression it was a bigger deal than Robby made it out to be. And Travis Pickles happens to be hot and cute, so the so-called 'little thing' between them got my attention. This Pickles kid has pale red hair cut short. I'm staring at Travis in the Olive Garden, noticing he has a fresh haircut; it's cut short on the sides and combed down on top with the short bangs in front flipped up... cute! He has one of those peaches and cream, clear pale complexion with big blue eyes with narrow eyebrows the color of his hair, little pug nose, pouty lips and sleepy eyelids. Travis is slim like me and Robby's and my height. At the moment he's got a big smile showing off bright white teeth with little spaces between each of the tops ones. Like I said, very cute and that smile of his is contagious and makes me smile with him, although he only has eyes for Robby. They do the hand shake, one arm hug, and pat on each other's back. It looked to me like Travis leaned in for a kiss, but Robby pulled his head away. After the deli encounter Robby told me Travis has been openly gay since our junior year in high school, and he's had the same boyfriend since then, although there's no boyfriend with him at the moment. I wonder what his boyfriend looks like because Travis is a hottie. Travis says, "Awesome time the other night, huh, Rob?" Robby blushes, glancing at me, then mumbles to Travis, "Um, yeah, seeing all the guys was cool. Catching up with what everyone's been doing after graduating and all." Then to me, "I ran into some of the guys from our high school baseball team the other night." Travis says, "It was just luck, we had no idea they'd be at Sal's." I'm thinking, 'We' had no idea?' it sounds like Travis and Robby were together when they bumped into their old team. Travis wasn't a ballplayer, he's like Ryan, a team manager/flunky combination. Travis says, "Hey, I was going to get a take-out order, but I'll join you guys if it's alright with you two." Then to me, "You were in the Deli with Rob, weren't ya?" I go, "Yeah, so what?" Travis matches my snippiness, saying, "Hey, lighten up, I was just making conversation, dude," then it seems he's angry with himself for losing his cool. I don't much care one way or the other. The lady at the desk says, "You're table's ready guys," and Travis says, "We're three now." She gets another menu and leads us to the table, saying, "Welcome to the Olive Garden, I'll have the third place setting for you in just a minute." It's a table for four and now, like Travis says, we're three. It occurs to me that I don't have much luck going out to dinner with Robby; someone always intrudes it seems. Last time it was Ryan and his friend Felix and that didn't turn out too good for me. That was before Ryan and me hit it off big time. At the table Travis sits across from Robby with me sitting across from an empty chair. Robby and Travis start the, 'Remember when' routine recounting experiences with the varsity baseball season during our senior year; reminiscing in other words. I'm looking at Travis 'cause he's yummy to look at. He looks like he's about seventeen years old, but like me he's close to twenty. He's also very chatty with Robby, and those two get laughing about silly sounding childish stunts pulled off by various baseball players on the team that year. There's nothing good about being an outsider at a reunion, so I pout; not that Travis or Rob notices. The waitress takes our orders, breaking up the reunion for a couple of minutes. I get chicken parmigiana with a side of spaghetti. Those two both get fettuccine Alfredo and the house salad. We all order iced tea with raspberry lemonade. We drink our drinks and all of a sudden it feels awkward because they've stopped reminiscing and it feels like something's in the air; like they want to discuss something but don't know how to start it. Well, I don't like the silence so I'm making inane small talk asking if Travis is going to college. He isn't and tells me he needs to earn some money first, but he will be going. He's much friendlier now, so that's a step in the right direction. Maybe I can enjoy my dinner after all. Then our meals arrive. Mmm, everything looks good, but out of the corner of my eye I notice Robby nod his head towards me indicating something to Travis, who clears his throat, then goes, "Um, Dylan, how you doing?" I look up, asking, "Whaddaya mean?" He shrugs, saying, "Ah, Rob says you're, that is you two, are madly in love and yet there's a third party involved. How's that work, I'm curious?" I frown, looking at Robby for a second, then at Travis, "What are you asking me for? Ask Robby, he's our leader." Robby swallows some fettuccine, and I ask, "Can I try some of that, Robby?" Both guys eagerly say, "Sure," and offer their plates. What the fucks going on here? I look at Travis holding his plate over to me, then what the fuck, I scrape some of his fettuccine from his plate onto mine, mumbling, "Thanks." As I'm eating some of it, Robby says to Travis, "About our threesome; we all take turns so it's equal and it's been working until recently when the third member has, um, sort of abandoned me a little. He's into Dylan mostly, but I don't mind because I mostly got involved with Ryan hoping to get Dylan's attention." I shake my head slowly, saying, "That's a bit of a distortion of the facts of the matter. Months ago you told me you loved him, and earlier tonight you said you didn't want to give him up. So there's a little more to it then just making me appreciate you more, Rob." Travis says, "Hmmm, how can I get in on this? Oh I know, maybe I can replace Ryan as far as Rob's concerned. Yeah, that way Ryan gets more of you, Dylan, and since he's lost interest in Rob that might satisfy everyone. What do you say, Rob?" I interrupt asking Robby point blank, "Is this what you wanted to talk about when I met you at your pickup tonight? What happened, did you chicken out?" Robby blushes like he does often, although probably not as much as I do. Without looking at me; Robby looks at his plate, and mutters, "Heh, heh, yeah, that's exactly what happened, Dylan." I knew he wanted to tell me something. Travis grins, shoveling in a mouthful of fettuccine, as I ask Robby, "So you arranged for Travis to just happen to be at the restaurant, the restaurant you insisted we go to, so he could propose this to me. Right?" Robby looks at me, "Yes, Dylan, because it's kinda an off-the-wall idea to start with, but when you think about it, it's just like we've been doing for three years. You and me have always been each other's main boyfriend, but there's a boyfriend on the side too because, like you've always say, we're young and this is the time to experiment and sow our wild oats, or whatever. And in the fall you and I will decide if we're ready to go steady yet. How 'bout it?" Travis says, "I'm no threat to you, Dylan; I can't compete with you, and Rob's made that clear to me way back when." I eat some more fettuccine, which is delicious, and say with a fake smile, "Oh please, Travis, save that bullshit; you certainly can compete with me and anyone else too, and you know it." He shrugs, grinning, "If you say so," and Robby says, "No one can compete with you, Dylan, not as far as I'm concerned. With Travis and me it's buddy sex pure and simple. I told Travis that any number of times. Like you've said, what's wrong with a little side sex?" I love having my rationalizations used on me to bolster Robby's case. Not really. We all eat in silence for a bit with Robby and Travis exchanging glances, probably wondering what I'm going to say. I'm wondering that too. Finally I say to Robby, "This could really hurt Ryan's feelings, ya know. Have you considered that?" Sensing they're going to get their way, both of them start to say something at the same time, but Robby wins out, and says, "Sure I have, but he's the one who lost interest in me. That's the main reason I'm even considering a change. Wouldn't you?" It's my turn to shrug because he's got me there. Travis says, "Yeah, Rob, I would too if I were in your position." I ignore that and say to Robby, "Well, I don't know why you're asking me what I think anyway, it's between you, Travis, and Ryan." Robby says, "If you don't sign off on it, I won't do it, that's why I'm asking you. I care what you think." I go, "I think this was sneaky of you and Travis to double team me, and it wasn't really necessary because I love you, Robby, and I want you to be as happy as I am; if you don't shine, I don't shine, so I'm good with it if you are." Robby reaches over and squeezes my arm, muttering, Thanks, Dylan. I feel the same way about you, which is why I wanted to tell you first. For some reason I couldn't do it earlier and Travis suggested we three get together. It was sneaky and I apologize for that, but you're okay with it, right?" I shrug again, mumbling, "Yeah, I'm okay with it, but I'm wondering how Ryan will take the news; I'm not at all sure what his reaction will be. Nobody likes being dumped under any circumstances." Travis goes, "It doesn't need to be a 'dumped' situation, Rob, just a reduced one. You could still get together with him if he wants. Like you said, you and I will just be involved in occasional buddy sex." Robby goes, "Yeah, I guess," and I say, "No, that won't be fair actually. It would mean Robby has his threesome when he wants, and sex on the side too. Is that what you want, Robby?" He goes, "Like I told you earlier, Dylan, I'm as confused as you are. That would be ideal for me, but like you said, unfair to you and Ryan so it'll need to be me and you as always, Travis my side sex, and Ryan is yours." I say, "You realize how nuts most people would think this is, don't ya?" He chuckles, then says, "Sure, but you and I aren't most people." Well, I gotta agree with him there because most people don't have Robby's and my sex drive; we're basically consumed by it and that's definitely not a complaint. I say, "I'll go for either plan: you lose Ryan and gain Travis, or you keep Ryan and add Travis. The latter proposal means I get another buddy sex partner to add to you and Ryan." Travis spits out some salad laughing, "You two are amazing. This is awesome and thank you, Dylan, for including me." I go, "I'd be happy to include you on my team too, Travis, 'cause you're cute and you got a great ass." We all start chuckling. Done chuckling, Travis says, "I'm flattered, but I'm not in your and Rob's class as far as sex goes. I broke up with Frankie, who I've been going with for over two years and now Rob will be plenty for me to handle; I'm old fashioned and can handle only one boyfriend at a time." I go, "In this case, one buddy sex partner, we're not calling you a boyfriend, are we?" Robby says, "What's in a name? If Travis wants to consider me his boyfriend, what's the harm?" I go, "None, I guess, boyfriend." Robby chooses not to touch that. He must have called Travis while I was getting dressed after our sex. He said he needed to call his dad, but it was Travis. They concocted this plan and I guess it was kinda sweet of Robby to run it by me before he made it official, but he's been diddling with Travis for quite some time now. Maybe it's been an on again off again thing, but it's goes back a way. I'll file that bit of information away until I need to use it. He's as much of a hound dog as I am... heh, heh. Two hound dogs in heat; what could be better? We've been eating during our summit meeting and our plates are empty when I say, "This Olive Garden has damn good food, we should have all our summit meetings here." Chuckles from Travis and Robby; they've been successful in accomplishing their objective, but I can't see a downside for me, so it might be all good. Robby's basically adopted my philosophy of, 'What's wrong with a little variety as long as you're main squeeze is on board with it'. Now all I need to do is decide whether Ryan's my main squeeze or if it's still Robby, and there's no need to rush to judgement with that. Like I always say, 'Things change'; it's how adaptable you are with the changes that determines the end result. I've always been very adaptable where boy on boy sex is concerned. Our plates are cleared away by a very average looking busboy and then, when our waitress returns, we place orders for coffees and desserts. I get white chocolate raspberry cheese cake and they both get something called black tie mousse cake. I'm beginning to see a pattern here; whatever Robby orders, Travis gets the same thing. We make small talk while enjoying our desserts; Robby and Travis apparently happy about the thought of them resurrecting their relationship. Then we split the bill three ways and leave a decent tip. Outside Robby and Travis give each other a quick kiss and a little hug, which is something Robby wouldn't do in public six months ago. Travis and I bump fists with Travis saying, "You're a hot shit, Dylan. Glad I met ya." I go, "Same here," and he walks to an old Chevrolet as we get in Robby's pickup. Inside Robby says, "Ya know, this makes me feel a little creepy, Dylan, but I kinda got the hot's for him again. Is it really okay with you?" I ask, "Just how much alley-catting around do you do anyway?" He goes, "None during our threesome," and I go, "Liar, liar pants on fire. You've been with Travis recently when our threesome was in full swing." He goes, "Okay, but I meant except for Travis, and it's only been a couple of times." I ask a flip question, "Who's the top?" Robby says, "Either of us, we don't subscribe to any kind of sub/dom stuff like you and Ryan do" I go, "That sounds a little judgmental. The way you said that, plus you're a bit dominant with both me and Ryan so don't make it seem you're above that sort of thing." He shrugs, "Yeah, I'm somewhat bossy with you two, but that's a result of you insisting on me being that way." I say, "This seems like an argument we're having here." Robby mumbles, "I'm not arguing. Why would I? I never win an argument with you anyway." I'm like, "Oh, come on! That whole Ryan thing was one win after another for you. No revisionist history, please." He says, "You were damn nice with that for the most part, and I do thank you for that. I've explained my whole purpose for the Ryan situation a number of times. I was just trying to get your attention, or more of it than I was getting." I go, "And you succeeded." Robby, scratches his chin, muttering, "Yeah, I did and I like it too." I ask, "Is this what Travis is all about? You know, to show me you can get boyfriends any time you want, so I better stay attentive?" Robby says, "Ha, I hadn't thought of that, but if that happens so much the better." I mutter, "Alley cat," and he mutters, "The pot calling the kettle black." I'm like, "That makes no sense. I've never seen a black pot and what the hells a kettle?" Robby goes, "I don't know, but it seems to fit." Ya gotta wonder how long some of these sayings have been around. After ten seconds of silence, I say, "Are you going to start this pickup anytime soon?" Robby says, "Yes, if we're done arguing," and I say, "I wasn't arguing with you because I can never win an argument with you." He looks at me grinning, then says, "When are you and me going to be steady boyfriends so we can stop all the silly side sex, and concentrate just on each other?" I say, "When are you gonna realize that it's just that the time is wrong." He laughs, "That's a line from a Killers' song." I go, "I know, I couldn't come up with a good answer to your question because alley catting around is fun, but it wouldn't be if I didn't have you as my main boyfriend. Sing that western song to me again, Robby. The one you memorized when you were in Arizona." He starts the truck, get the air conditioner going, and then, in his corny western accent, he sings in a surprisingly good voice. "I pay rent on a run down place, there ain't much view, but there's lots of space, in my heart... the heart that you own." He sings the whole song with us staring into each other's eyes. When he's done, he cups behind my head to pull it towards him as he leans over and we do a sweet lover's kiss that's the real deal. There's a difference between a lover's kiss with Robby as compared to a lover's-type kiss with anyone else, including Ryan. It's a reminder to my brain that there's a very real difference between Robby's and my love as compared to the love I have with Ryan. Sure, I love Ryan, but not like I love Robby. Months ago Robby told me he had some kind of love for Ryan, but it's nothing like the love we share; meaning Robby and me. I see what he means now because there's a distinct difference that becomes apparent when Robby and me are together. I've got to remember that and make Ryan aware of it too. I need to do that to be fair to Ryan. He's positive that I'll find true love with him and drop Robby, while I'm positive I won't. It's as simple as that, but I need to be with Robby to be positive about that. My stupid submissive fetish takes over my brain when I'm with Ryan, just like it did at times when Willie and I were boyfriends, but as soon as Robby and I have a true lover's kiss my brain clears and I know the difference. It's important for me to remember this when I'm with Ryan, but like I said, it doesn't mean I don't love Ryan in a way. I do, but it's not true love although it's a better form of love than I ever had for Willie. It's a love I'd probably be satisfied with if I didn't know any better, but I do know better because I know Robby's love. This is a surprisingly comforting revelation. It doesn't mean I'm dumping Ryan any time soon, but it does mean I'm not going to fool myself any longer as to who my true love is, or who will be my long time lover. It's Robby and it's good to have that resolved in my brain. I'll enjoy my time with Ryan for awhile and remember him fondly when it's finally over. He's awesome, but not to the degree Robby's awesome; in my mind at least. It's been a relatively short run for Ryan and me, but between Robby and me it's allowed Ryan to realize he's not a nerd who needs to take shit from a dominant sex partner. Basically we've opens a whole new world for Ryan and sooner or later he'll hook up with someone other than Robby or me, some boy who he'll begin a relationship with where Ryan's the confident one right from the start. Someone who's been searching for a boy just like Ryan. It'll probably be a shy gay boy who'll look up to Ryan the way Ryan looked up to Robby. An entirely new experience for Ryan and one he'll find he's more comfortable with than he is with me. I assume that because having someone sort of idolizing you is very addictive and Ryan's going to go for that. I don't blame him either. With me, Ryan's infatuated because he can finally be dominant with someone; someone who he felt was untouchable just a few months ago. Also, when he's with me he's in competition with Robby and somewhere in Ryan's brain he'll eventually realize he's going to lose out to Robby and that'll make a boy dedicated just to Ryan a more attractive prize. In the meantime Ryan and me will enjoy the ride. He's a good kid who will seem like a prize to some shy boy looking for love. After Robby's and my lover's kiss in his pickup, I murmur, "I love you, Robby," and he quietly says, "I know you do, Dylan; probably better than you know it, but you'll truly realize it at some point. I think the wild oats theory is a good one for now, but there will come a day when you'll be ready to settle down with me and I'll be ready when you are." I nod my head wondering when that might be, and then I tell myself for the thousandth time, 'You're only nineteen years old, Dylan! You have your whole life ahead of you.' Reaching over, I squeeze the back of Robby's neck affectionately, mumbling, "Ya wanna go back to my house?" Robby shakes his head, saying, "As long as you insist on this charade of me being in charge, I'll take advantage of it by telling you something new. Not brand new because this is just a return to the way things used to be with us; you're going to start being the 'top' during our sex together, at least some of the time. I forgot how much I enjoyed being the catcher, like I was in our early relationship. So I'm bossy you around telling you you're going to do the honors tonight. How do you like that?" Thinking about my fuck of Connor during his going away party, and how much I enjoyed it, I go, "You're the boss Robby." He laughs, muttering, "My ass, I'm the boss. You own my heart, and you insist I'm the boss which you don't realize makes you the boss." He's laughing again, but in a sweet Robby way and not a smart ass way. I'm frowning because I see what he means, but don't want to admit it. To deflect his logical conclusion, I mutter, "Whatever you say, boss." He chuckles, shaking his head, "You're something, Dylan. You don't even know how awesome you are. Hey, don't you ever wonder why so many boys fall for you instantly?" I go, "It's not that many, and how about you, mister alley cat." More chuckling from Robby, he's so comfortable when it's just him and me. He glances at me grinning, then says, "Well, boss, we're going to park behind the warehouse at work and you're going to make love to me and I'm going to lick your feet and rim you're cute butt; see how you like it." Ooooh, no one's ever rimmed my cute ass before. That's kind of exciting. Trying to reestablish that Robby's in charge, I say, "If you say so, Robby," but I am kinda excited about this. I'll get a chance to see how the other half lives; ya know? Then I wonder if Travis fucked Robby recently and if maybe that's what got him recalling our early days when I did the deed to him. That'd be ironic. And for the second time tonight I realize Robby's messing around with Travis definitely happened during our threesome days, so he went outside our threesome for some sex on the side. Hmmm, does that mean I dare to do the same? I'll need to consider that possibility. Yeah, except that's the only thing that Ryan says would cause him to dump me. Maybe that's how Ryan's and my relationship comes to an end; him dumping me. I can't see me dumping him willingly any time soon. Well, as I'm always telling myself... things change. For now I'm going to concentrate on my true-love boyfriend, Robby. Driving towards the warehouse at Dickers Landscaping and Design, Robby says, "Ya know, Dylan, my experience with Ryan, plus my messing around with Travis doing a little buddy sex, both highlight the difference between having sex with them and having sex with you. For me it's like night and day. With you it's almost like a religious experience and our feelings of love for each other increases the sexuality tremendously. Buddy sex is hot, but each of the few times I've done it I've come away realizing how much better it is with you, and how it serves to heighten my love and appreciation that you're in my life. It's weird maybe, but that's what I think of mostly after having side sex." Hmmm, few times my ass, but when I'm with Robby I do realize a difference in the sex with anyone else too. I say, "Yeah, we're made for each other, but when I'm with Ryan, for example, I think that's the best sex. Then when I'm with you I realize I was wrong; it much better with you because we're in deep true love." Of course Ryan says he and I are perfect together too. Robby grins at me, saying, "So it's the reverse for you. When your sex on the side is over you feel that's the best until you have sex with me again. That's better than nothing, but I wish it was the other way around. It will be someday." Yeah, I never thought about it like that before and I think Robby might be right. I'll test that theory out next time with Ryan. I say, "All I know is right now you're who I want to be with above anyone else." Robby says, "And I believe you, so thank you for that." Robby pulls into the parking lot at work and drives behind the warehouse. Parking, he says, "Since I'm in charge, I'm telling you to be in charge; that's an order." He's turned the tables on me, but I'm looking forward to this, so I say, "Okay, boss, open the windows and turn off the pickup; we're going to sweat during sex because that's sexier." He does that, then asks, "Now what?" and I go, "Get naked," as I pull my tee-shirt over my head. Robby does the same, muttering, "I like your style, Dylan." We both take our sneakers and socks off, then our shorts and underpants. I like being naked, and I especially like it when a cute boy is with me as naked as I am. Bare ass naked, Robby plays with his dick, muttering, "Wish I had a bigger dick," and I ask, "Why? Your dick is awesome," and I lean over and take his cock from his fingers and put it in my mouth to suck and lick. I go, "Mmmmm," as Robby runs his fingers through my hair, saying, "Here's another order coming from the guy in charge. You, me, and Ryan are going to have any kind of haircut we want tomorrow. How do you like that?" Pulling my mouth off his cock and holding it in my fingers, I get on the floor of the pickup on my knees between Robby's legs, then say, "Hey, I don't like it because you're ordering all of us to do what we want. That's not being bossy." He chuckles, and then says, "I'm in charge, I can do whatever I want." He's got me there, so I say, "Okay, table turner, you've figured out a way to be in charge while at the same time not being in charge. You're a clever boy, boyfriend." He goes, "Yep, I am." Putting his dick back in my mouth, I chuckle to myself, enjoying the taste of his cock. Guess I'll need to get my bossiness from Ryan, and you know what, I like taking a trip down memory lane with Robby because after all, that's the boy I fell in love with a couple of years ago. I've been working full time trying to fuck up what was already perfect. Let's see how this goes for awhile. Robby's quietly grunting as his dick gets harder and harder. Satisfied with his boner, I lick his balls, then under his balls, almost reaching his asshole, then say, "Scoot down in the seat a little, Robby." He does, bringing his feet up on the seat with his knees in the air, and then he spreads them. His rosebud anus is right there and I press my tongue on it wondering why rimming was late coming to the party for me. I really like doing it now and I guess that's my submissive side winning out, but even so, I didn't start doing it until fairly recently. It takes a couple of minutes of lapping across his anus and up the underside of Robby's scrotum to get him squirming, going "Mmm, mmm." His anus lips start quivering as the tip of my tongue gets inside his ass to lick out the acrid shit taste and then it's me french kissing his clean asshole for a minute or so. I work-up the willpower to stop, my cock already fairly hard; lifting my head, I breathlessly mutter, "Your turn, boyfriend." Robby says, "This is my first time, um, rimming, and I'm not sure I can do it, but if I can I might not do it too good at first." Sitting up I realize I'm anxious for Robby to do it to me and the hell with my submissive fetish, I want to expand my horizons and appreciate both sides of the sexual experience. Straight folks can't do that very easily... heh, heh. I guess I could say I do want to go back to yesteryear and maybe discover what I already knew is still true; there's just as much beauty in being the one doing the fucking as there is receiving the fucking from one's true love. And that's true even though I prefers one over the other. Like I said before: I fell in love with Robby while I was doing the fucking. Being the top for Robby, if only occasionally, brings a newness back to our sex that maybe I've been missing. Could Robby have realized this, or is it that he's just realized he likes getting fucked once in awhile. That might be a benefit from his recent involvement with Travis, which just proves my point that there's benefits to variety where sex is concerned; especially at our relatively young age. We need to grow into our sexuality until we have it just right. Or am I overanalyzing everything again? Maybe rationalizing too. Who knows, but I'm going with the ebb and flow in the tides of our relationship like I always do, and enjoying the ride whatever it may be at different times. Robby and me switch positions; me on the seat and him on his knees on the floor of the pickup, between my legs. He takes my dick in his fingers, asking, "You have a fairly hard boner already, Dylan, did you get a boner from sucking my cock and rimming me?" I go, "Yep, I did because it feeds my submissive fetish." He nods his head, like he just learned something and then puts my dick in his mouth and does a damn good job of sucking and licking my cock, especially considering he hasn't done it for a long time. I can't help but wonder if he's practiced cock sucking during his alley-catting around, and I wonder with whom he's doing it with too? A touch of jealousy stabs my brain, but that's not a bad thing necessarily; it demonstrates I care that he's having sex with someone else. Of course I get jealous when Robby and Ryan got together too, so it's nothing new to me. I don't think that makes me different from anyone else who's in love with someone. I like being in love with Robby; I love it as a matter of fact. As Robby enthusiastically goes at it, my cock gets feeling oh so good and now it's my turn to squirm on the seat. My bare ass sliding a little on the imitation leather seat and the thought that Robby's bare ass was squirming on the same spot I'm squirming on is extra sexual stimulation for me. What's better than sex? Now I feel his tongue on my ass and I scoot down in the seat, then do what Robby did and pull my feet up to put them on the seat with my knees in the air. A long warm, wet lick up my ass crack and I go, "Ooooh, that's sexy, Robby." He goes, "Uh huh," does it again, then says, "I taste your doo doo, ewwww." I mutter, "I tasted your's too, wait till you get your tongue inside my ass." He laps again and I get goose bumps on the back of my thighs and feel my anus loosen, close and then open. That's sexy too. Robby is now licking my anus, then he imitates what I did and tries french kissing it, then gives up on my asshole and licks my balls and gets my cock in his mouth again. Damn, just when that was feeling really good, but it's his first attempt and I guess it is a little gross if you're not used to it. Robby's making slurping sounds doing a good job on my dick and he's stroking his cock too so sucking my cock must be turning him on. It's turning me on as I'm gulping and grunting, "Umm, umm, ooh, ohhh," rubbing his hair and the back of his neck until I've gotta say, "Um, Robby, ya better stop, I feel my orgasm coming on." He does one last suck, then a loud wet-mouth sound as he pulls off of my boner and it plasters itself, wet and sloppy, up against my belly feeling great as a bubble of precum forms a pearl of delight slipping out of my pee slit, and then balances there. Robby, still on his knees sees it and leans over to lick it off. Then he comes up to sit next to me on the seat and gets an arm around my neck to hug me against him, saying, "Jeez, I loved sucking your cock; it's the perfect size. Mine's too short and I think Ryan's too long, especially for his body size." I ask, "How 'bout Travis' cock?" Robby, in a matter of fact way, says, "Almost like your's, but probably a half inch shorter. How do you do that rimming, anyway? I got queasy to tell ya the truth. It's kinda disgusting to lick someone's asshole." I ask, "How's it feel getting your ass licked?" He says, "When you rim me it's awesome, I just don't know how you can do it." I say, "Well, at first I couldn't do it, but my submissive fetish made me do it and now I really like doing it." He kisses me, then says, "I don't have a submissive fetish to rely on and I don't think I'll ever get to liking it; I'm sorry." I shrug, "It's not for everyone certainly, you're not the only one who won't do it. You like sucking my dick though, right?" He goes, "Yep, I do. I like penises a lot; your's especially. I'll do that anytime." He rubs his nose against mine and our arms go around each other for some luscious kisses that gets us hotter and hotter. We starts licking each other's face moaning in our throats as our heat rises and our personal scents become stronger and surrounds us shimmering in the hot night air. It's hot out tonight and we begin perspiring rubbing our naked bodies together, our boners rubbing each other until we're both panting. Robby takes a deep breath, then another, muttering, "I'm lightheaded, Dylan. You take my breath away. Please fuck me now." I'm breathing deep breaths myself, as I nod my head while my boner buzzes tantalizingly. It'll feel so nice inside Robby's ass. "Lay on your back, Robby," and when he does I get between his legs, guide my wet cock head to part the lips of his asshole, and make a pathetic whimpering sound at the sensations buzzing on my cock head that's partially encased in the lips of Robby's tight anus. After a few second of concentrating on that, I let out the breath I've been holding and get an arm under each of his legs to lift them to my shoulders; a leg on each shoulder. Now I can't wait to do this. His feet behind my head, I scoot forward slightly and the head of my cock disappears completely inside his ass and I hold my breath again to keep from whimpering with pleasure again. Robby goes, "Ahhhh, ooh that feels so good. Fuck me, Dylan," and I wonder how long he's wanted me to do this. I've been selfish insisting on getting my way and satisfying my fetish." Without hesitating I hump my hips forward and half my boner disappears, joining the head of my cock up his ass and it feels wonderful. I let out a long, "Ahhhhhh," as my shoulders shudder and I have the same thought I had when I fucked Connor, 'I need to do more of this.' Robby groans, "Can you wait a bit, my ass is really tight right now." I nod looking down at him and feel that thrill all 'tops' must feel. It is dominant by it's very nature and very sexy in it's own way; I get it, but still prefer looking up and my sex partner with my ass filled with his cock. We stare at each other, then Robby grins, "I love you, Dylan Newman, and your cock is feeling damn good in my ass too." Taking that as my signal to continue I slowly push the last three inches of boner up inside his rectum and lean in against him, letting air out between closed lips as sensations from my boner sizzle to my brain. My groin presses against his firm buttocks and oh man, does this feel fantastic. My throbbing boner's enclosed tightly by Robby's awesomely tight rectum seemingly hugging it; every bit of my boner is snug inside Robby. It's a rush alright and all around my pelvic region there's sensations going off and they're all pleasure sensations making my whole body shudder and me do a long, "Oooooh, mmmm," as a twitching inside my nuts signifies activity there. Taking Robby's ankles in my hands, while exhaling a long held breath, I spread his legs and withdraw my boner with a sizzling of erotic pleasure flashes through my cock and then more of the same as I go all the way back in and when I do it again we both do a breathy, "Oooooh, aaah." and then I get a smooth rhythm going fucking Robby's ass with pleasant sensations growing and growing until we've both got our eyes closed overwhelmed with the wonderfulness of fucking and wanting to absorb as much of the pleasure sensations as we can; it's easier doing that without confusing our brains with what we're seeing. The friction of Robby's rectum is seemingly trying to strangle my boner and has an effect of tightening my sphincter as well, as if a cock is up my ass. Another shudder of my torso as awesome erotic sensations streak up from my cock to get my balls humming. My body sweats from the heat of Robby and the heat of this awesome summer night as I lose myself in the pure pleasure of fucking. A different feeling than when I'm getting fucked, but intense sexual sensations just the same, and it definitely does make a difference that it's Robby I'm doing this with. The heightened sexiness of doing this with Robby over what I felt fucking Connor, for example, is obvious. Any fuck is going to be pleasurable, but with my true love, Robby, moaning with pleasure himself, it's that much hotter and sexier. I let go of his ankles as I feel my orgasm building, and get a hand on the seat on either side of Robby, leaning forward I increase the speed of penetration as my hips hammer my boner up his ass going in and out smoothly, but always snuggly at the same time. My entire cock is being stimulated as Robby begin sounds of whimpering, tightening his sphincter muscle and bucking his hips now. It's a delicious seven minutes or so with delicious sensations that puts my mind on hold to think only of this fuck and sexual pleasure for me and Robby. Then desperate thrusts from Robby as he moans and then, "Eeeeee, aaaaah," as a long steam of cum shoots from his boner almost reaching his chin, leaving a cum steak all the way up his stomach and chest, them his entire body tightens and another long streak of cum from his cock as Robby's goes, "Oooooh, oh, ump ump ump," his head going from side to side on the seat. It's way cool to see him so aroused and it increases my need to cum. I thrust into his ass recklessly now with sweat droplets flying off my face as Robby goes, "Ahh, ahh," and two more spurts of cum shoot out of the gaping lips of his short stubby cock, with his body convulsing and hopping up off the seat. A long, whining, "Oooooh," from Robby as he lies limply on the seat now, and now it's every muscle in my body that tightens with red flashes going off in my head as cum roars up from my nuts hurling up the shaft of my cock and out a gaping pee slit to fill Robby's rectum with cum. Not use to this I jerk back too hard and pull my boner out of his ass, then thrust my hips and shoot a second string of cum that goes onto Robby's stomach to mix with his cum. Pushing my boner down I drive it back up his ass again and lay on Robby's chest humping my hips grunting as more spurts of cum leave my cock; my cock that's pulsating with pleasure sensations. Robby's arms go around my back as I keep thrusting, dizzy with the sensations of orgasm. My whole body shivers with delight and then my thrusts peter out and I lay still with my cock still inside him. We're both breathing deeply with fast pounding hearts as the sizzle of climax abates, and then it's the calmness that comes with sexual fulfillment; a calm descends on us quietly to contrast to what seemed like a cacophony of a thousand people yelling with trumpets blaring during the build up and final climax of orgasm. We lay together with Robby lazily rubbing my back until he finally says, "We simply need to do more of this, Dylan, because it makes me feel very special when you fuck me. It's a very different thing than when I do it for you; both loving experiences and I've come to enjoy being the 'top" for you, but every now and then I need to feel you inside me because it's magical somehow." I go, "It was awesome, Robby, and I'll happily and excitedly do it whenever you want, but there's a special thrill for me when I'm submissively the 'bottom' and you're the 'top'. "That's flattering, Dylan, it really is," and he kisses the top of my head which is laying and sweating on his shoulder. We lay together like this for a few minutes, then I get back up on my knees and fuck Robby for ten more luscious minutes with both of us doing low, "Mmmm," and, "Oooh," sounds as the sensations flood over both of us. What's better than anal intercourse? I can't think of anything. I finally pull out and we cuddle sweating on each other in the hot June night our bodies constantly rubbing together as we kiss and lick each other. When a mosquito makes his hideous noise in my ear, I sit up slapping my face. Robby jokingly asks, "Would you like me to do that for you?" I go, "No thanks, but we should get the windows up, and some air conditioning would hit the spot right about now." Robby sits up and crawls over me, saying, "That was an awesome time, Dylan; reminded me of our early days together. Same hickey on your neck too, except this one isn't from that rich kid." I ask, "Do you want to give me a hickey? I don't mind." He starts the pickup and puts the windows up, muttering, "Nah, I'll skip the hickey tonight. If I don't give you one maybe Ryan won't either and it'll spare you going through that." Funny, but I'm a little disappointed Robby doesn't want to do it, but his reason for not wanting to do it is awfully sweet. I go, "Any time, Robby. I never mind a hickey from you." We fumble around getting dressed, feeling sticky with cum and sweat, then Robby begins another make-out that's so dreamy and nice. It goes on for ten or fifteen minutes giving us both semi-boners, but we eventually just hold each onto other and confess our love; our enduring love Robby calls it. He says, "It surprised me that Ryan lost a lot of his enthusiasm for me so quickly, but what surprised me even more is that I wasn't all that disappointed about it. He was very special to me for awhile, but the increased interest and attention I got from you probably has a lot to do with me accepting that Ryan's lost interest in me. Do you think I took advantage of him?" I go, "No, I don't. You did a wonderful thing for Ryan by treating him nicely and showing him that he's equal to any of us. It's done a lot for his self-confidence and you should be proud of yourself." He says, "Thanks, Dylan, but you did more for him than I did. He's a damn sweet kid actually and it was fun while it lasted. My current interest in Travis has actually snuck up on me; I thought I was over him. When you and I unexpectedly ran into him at the deli I was kinda shocked that seeing him rekindled my interest to the degree it did. I'd sort of thought it was over for us. He's a hottie though, like you said at dinner; and he is cute with a great ass as you pointed out, but sex with him is sort of generic. I guess I'm partially hooked on his looks, certain features in his face remind me of you and he's the cutest side boyfriend I've ever had. Plus he makes a big fuss over me the way Ryan used to. Guess I'm shallow 'cause I kinda like that." I go, "Wish someone would make a fuss over me," and Robby laughs out loud, then asks, "Who doesn't kiss your ass? Jesus, everybody makes a fuss over you and that fact makes it all the more special to me that you're my boyfriend; you choose me over all of them." I go, "There haven't been many boys interested in me and Travis, for example, hardly noticed me; it's you he's interested in." Robby laughs, muttering, "And that's why I'm keeping him away from you. It wouldn't take you long to steal him from me too." I go, "Hey! I didn't steal Ryan or anybody else from you!" He goes, "I know. I know. Not intentionally you didn't, but it's fine. What should I say to Ryan anyway?" I go, "I'm not sure, would you like me to test his reaction a little by hinting that you noticed a big drop off of his interest?" Robby says, "Hmmm, that might work, but it seems like you're doing my dirty work for me." I go, "No, I'm thinking of Ryan's feelings here too. If I notice him getting upset at the possibility you've lost as much interest in him as you feel he's lost in you, I'll back away from the topic and you and me will think about it some more." Robby nods his head, "Yeah, thanks, Dylan. Why don't you try that." On the drive to my condo we talk about work and I almost mention about Lee's flirting with me, but don't for a number of reasons. For one, Chubby says Lee's just goofing on me like Lee does with his gay friend, and for another it might seem to Robby I'm mentioning Lee's flirting because he's hooking up with Travis. I'd like to believe Robby wouldn't believe I'd be that petty, but mostly I don't mention it because we're dealing with enough at the moment already. Mostly we discuss how Robby's doing at being our supervisor and I try to convince him I'm serious when I say he's doing great. At my condo we do a few more minutes of goodbye kisses. Then he says, "How about tomorrow you see Ryan before the haircuts. Do you want to do the pubes shaving too?" I go, "Absolutely! I'll call Ryan in the morning and see if he and I can get together for breakfast or something. Then I'll report my findings to you, boss." He chuckles, "Oh, we're back to pretending I'm in charge again. Ha! But I'll play along with you." We have a couple more goodnight kisses and I get out of the pickup and watch him pull away and drive out of sight. What a nice time we had tonight, and that's true even with the Travis Pickles complication. Looking at my watch I see it's only a little after ten o'clock, but it's been a busy week and I'm tired so it'll be an early Friday night; a shower, put on my dog collar, and then it's bedtime for me. I can't let too many people know about me going to bed at ten o'clock on a Friday night though; they'll think I'm a nerd. Can't have that... To be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Details at the site. Thank you.