Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2013 06:11:08 -0800 (PST) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 2 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 2 by Donny Mumford Robby and I are in his pickup all alone on a Sunday night. We're parked behind the refreshment stand at the middle school we attended long ago. While we didn't know each other back then, we sure know each other now. We left Ryan twenty minutes ago; the three of us were at the mall killing time, just being together. Robby and his twin boyfriends like being together and we also like pairing off for sexual escapades, which even I think is a bizarre set of circumstances, although it's the situation we find ourselves in. Ryan and I are madly in love and deeply into each other's heat, and earlier today we had wild sex with Ryan being dominant, and then we followed that with lover's sex; the second was better than the first. Robby and Ryan are in love too, but to a lesser temperature. The heat between Robby and me is pretty much the same temperature as Ryan's and mine, sexually speaking, but Robby and I have been in love like forever, so our love is deeper than Ryan's and mine. As a matter of fact, Robby and me are more in love now than ever before; it's a love that seems to grow and grow. Due to these various factors I find myself in a volcano of sexual heat... and in love with two boys at the same time. That's not a complaint, by the way. My situation currently, where love and sex are concerned, is both awesome and troubling in equal parts. I love it, but someone's going to be hurt in the end and that's the troubling part. One of the three of us is going to be the odd man out and I don't want it to be any of us. This is nothing like the dilemma I thought I had almost a year ago when I was trying to figure out whether Willie or Robby was my true love, though I think I always knew it was Robby. Willie's main attraction was his dominant sex, where Robby's main attribute was, and is, love... and love conquers all. Now, however, I find myself involved with Ryan who has a caring form of dominant sex anda sweet personality as well. Willie's always been narcissistic and his dominant sex is intended to pleasure himself, while Ryan is interested in pleasuring me; his own enjoyment is secondary. Ryan's natural self deprecating, sweet personality is extremely likable; there's not a narcissistic cell in his body or brain. That coupled with his dominant sex made me fall in love with him. It doesn't hurt that he's as cute and cuddly as a puppy, so bye bye Willie. Robby and I, on the other hand, have a long history together and while he's not real good with dominant sex, he's an awesome boy who I love to death and hurting him would hurt me just as much; hurting him is simply not an option. Robby has become damn good with his version of sex and I'm totally hot for him too. And, I have no idea what to do about any of this. Robby looks over at me and sees I'm staring at him. He smiles his warm beautiful smile, and asks, "What?" I go, "Oh, nothing. I like looking at you, that's all." "What are you thinking, Dylan?" I say, "Um, I'm thinking you need to be yourself, but I liked it when you took charge at the mall. That's all I was thinking, plus how much I love you." He goes, "I love you more than you love me, ya know," and I smile, muttering, "Yeah, you've mentioned that once or twice before." He chuckles, "It's true, that's why I may have mentioned it before. Anyway, how'd I take charge at the mall? I didn't do anything." I go, "Yeah, you did. You told us twins we're getting haircuts Saturday, and that you want your twin boyfriends to have burr haircuts all summer. I liked that. It excites me when you're in charge, but I'm in love with you any way you choose to be." Robby says, "Well, what I like is you saying things like that. Yeah, I guess telling you and Ryan what kind of haircut you need to have was kind of bossy of me, but it's a carryover from me trying to be dominant in order to please you." I laugh, "So it's my fault, huh? I don't care, when you take charge it's sexy to me, but I'm gonna love you one way or the other, bossy or not." Robby runs his fingers through my hair, saying, "It's just that I brought the three of us together so I feel responsible for you and Ryan being happy, and I don't know, you both kinda look up to me so I fall into the bossy role sometimes. I'm sorry." I go, "Oh no, don't be sorry 'cause Ryan and I like it. Hell, Ryan thinks you walk on water and I like you being in charge; it makes my dick tingle." Robby chuckles, "You're something," and I say, "Yep, I am, but ya gotta be yourself and I know that now." He says, "Well, ha ha, now I like being a little bossy to you two. Not like I was the past few months, but like at the mall with little things. You know damn well if you tell me something's out of bounds I'm going to agree with you. I know that, even if Ryan doesn't, it's you who rules the roost." I go, "That's not true, it's you," and Robby goes, "No, it's you," and we do that a couple of times, chuckling. Then we're in each other's arms kissing and I'm in Robby's world now. Our lips and tongues can't suck and kiss together enough as my cock gets so hard it scares me. As far as I'm concerned Ryan and Robby are separate and special in their own way; it's like two completely different sexual and emotional experiences even though we do many of the same things in our sexual love making. That's a contradiction I guess, and I can't explain it, but it's very different for me with both of them; different and very special. With Ryan it's new, and with Robby it's familiar and totally wonderful. It's true love with Robby and he's hotter sexually than ever before, and getting hotter by the day. I want to lick, kiss, and feel every inch of him. His scent is very different than Ryan's, but at least as sexy and probably even sexier than Ryan's. There's no way I can ever get enough of Robby which is why I began the submissive licking of his feet and legs and deep rimming of his asshole. I'd like to absorb Robby into me so we're one and can be together every second of the day. It's a love that's so intense it makes me dizzy, but in a sexy excellent way. Dizzy with love and sexual desire. After an intense five minute make-out, Robby breaks the kiss, panting, "Scoot over, Dylan, I keep banging into the steering wheel with my elbow." When we're on the passenger side of the bench seat, Robby goes, "Get down on the floor between my legs." I'm not sure if he knows he's taking the lead or if it comes naturally after doing it as an act for most of the last three months, either way it's cool. I get on my knees between his legs and pull his sweatpants down to his ankles, Robby lifting his ass off the seat assisting me doing that. I spread his knees with a hand on each one and lean my face to his groin inhaling the strong Robby aroma there. Then looking up at him, I ask, "When can I shave your pubes, Robby?" He takes a deep breath, "Remember a couple of weeks ago I mentioned Ryan and I are gonna shave each other?" I go, "Oh yeah, I do. Can I take part in that?" He goes, "Of course, you don't need my permission. How 'bout we take care of that Saturday after I give you twins a haircut?" I go, "That'll work if we do it after my mom leaves for the restaurant." Robby takes another deep breath, apparently he's turned-on, too. He says, "Good, and you need to give me a haircut too." Then slipping into his take-charge role, he adds, "I might even allow a little three-way with you two, but only I get to fuck Ryan. Okay?" I go, "Awesome!" It's cool that Robby's retained some of his dominant mannerisms. Now he slips into it occasionally, probably unconsciously so it's become natural for him. He doesn't overdo it and he's back to asking if it's 'okay' after telling me what we're going to do. It's perfect! So that's another good thing that came out of the somewhat awkward situation I created by trying to get Robby be someone he's not. He thinks he created this threesome but it's me who inadvertently is responsible for it. And damn, we all lucked out in the end. For now anyway, things have a way of changing unexpectedly so who knows how long it'll be the 'Good Ship Lollipop'? I lick Robby's rather hard four-inch cock a few times and he scrunches towards me on the seat exposing his asshole, for obvious reasons. I move his cock and balls to the side and lean in to lick his ass crack from his anus to the back of his balls. Robby's always clean down here. When I do it a second time Robby lets out a quiet moan and the lips of his anus quiver. Putting the flat part of my tongue on it and moving my head, squishing my tongue on his anus gets Robby squirming on the seat... a long hissing sound between his lips as his hands go to my head holding me there. Now I lap against his asshole quickly and he goes, "Ooooh, gawd," as the tip of my tongue enters his body. Darting my tongue in and out of his anus I'm able to get inside about three-quarters of an inch. I feel his cock against my fingers boning-up even tighter. Sliding my tongue from his anus to the back of his scrotum and up it, then down the front, passing his boner and up through his pubic hairs to his belly button. Robby's pulling his shirt up giving me access. After filling his 'innie' belly button with saliva, I lick back down to take the head of his cock in my mouth to suck and lick. Precum rolls out onto my tongue as Robby goes back to the hissing, whizzing sound through his teeth. I suck in most of his four inch boner, licking and sucking on it as precum drools in my pants. Love sucking a cute boy's dick. Robby grunts, "I'm going to cum, Dylan," so I take his cock from my mouth and try to talk, but gasping sounds come out at first. Groping my hard cock, I manage to say, "Fuck me, Robby." He gulps, then sputters, "Um, take your pants off and sit on my cock." Standing up as much as I can, pulling my pants down and struggling to get them past my sneakers I fall into Robby. He wraps his arms around me, saying in my ear, "Oh God, I adore everything about you you, Dylan." We kiss for a minute, then I sit my bare ass on the seat next to Robby and he helps me get my pants off. Then I get a foot on either side of Robby's legs, facing him as he's holding me so I don't fall, then I sit on my calves, one of my knees on either side of his ass with our boners between us, and catch my breath. Robby's rubbing my body with the palms of both hands murmuring, "You're body's so perfect and feels so smooth and satiny." I take a deep breath, "Yours too, Rob," and we smile at each other. He says, "You twins are so much alike. It gives me goosebumps just thinking what the three of us have accomplished together." I say, "You led us, Robby. That's why it's working so well; Ryan and I try to be worthy of you." He laughs, "You're my favorite con artist, but I'm going to pretend I believe you. Kiss me," and I do with Robby's arms around my neck. I'm leaning into him feeling precum from both our boners on my belly. Done the long wet sloppy kiss, Robby gasps out, "Sit on my cock and be worthy of me," he's smiling, and Robby has the best smile. I go, "You're the cutest boy ever, Robby," and kiss him again. Then I lift up on my knees, reach behind me to guide his wet boner head to my asshole and sit down just enough that his cock head enters me. We do a duet of, "Aaaaah, oooh, yeah," and I sit down another couple of inches looking into Robby's eyes. He's holding me with a hand on each side of me, a thumb near each of my nipples. Strong athletic hands that feel good. Taking a deep breath, Robby says, "All the way down now, Dylan," and I sit on his thighs with his cock up my ass, closing my eyes to embrace the sensations inside me and I do a long sigh of pleasure. Robby caresses the sides of my face with the palms of his hands, saying, "You're the one who's cute. You're the cutest boy either of us has ever laid eyes on, surely you can see that." I gulp, and lift up, mumbling, "If you say so, Robby, you're the boss." He goes, "Ha, if you say so, Dylan," and I begin riding his boner and our random chit chat is replaced with moans of pleasure. The suction in my asshole as I pump up and down on Robby's cock feels different doing it this way compared to Robby thrusting back and forth with his cock in a normal fuck. After four or five minutes my legs are getting tired when Robby closes his eyes going, "Um, um, um ohh, ahhh," and cum gushes up my ass as his hips thrusts wildly. I've had two orgasms earlier today so I'm not ready to cum yet and keep riding his cock no matter how tired my legs are. I'm riding his boner that's slushing in his cum as he trashes around on the seat in the throes of orgasmic pleasure. His four-inch boner pops out of me with a particularly violent hump from Robby. He's red in the face, gasping, "Let me suck your cock, Dylan," so I raise up on my knees as Robby leans down and does a great job of sucking me off. Balancing my self by holding onto his shoulders, Robby licks and sucks on my cock and in about a minute my balls erupt with what feels like a gigantic orgasm, but is actually just a couple of spurts that Robby swallows. I can't speak as the sensations buzz around my nuts and lower belly, my shoulders doing their familiar shudder, then my shoulders shudder again as the sensations begin to retreat. Robby sucks on my cock for another minute and then I plop down on the seat next to him stroking my cock as he absently strokes his, his head laying back on the seat. Shortly he turns his head to me with a grin on his lips, "You and your twin managed to drain your nuts pretty good this afternoon." I blush as he adds, "That wasn't one of the orgasms I'm used to getting out of you." I say, seriously, and I mean it when I say it, "If you tell me not to have sex with Ryan, I'll never do it with him again." Robby says, "That really is the sweetest thing to say, Dylan, but I'm good following your plan for the summer. Like we agreed, we'll evaluate things in the fall." I mutter, "It's your plan too, Rob, not just mine," realizing I said 'Rob' again, and I didn't do it on purpose either. It's Ryan's influence on me without him or me being aware of it. It shows in more ways than one. That's not a bad thing because Ryan's basically a good influence on me, not a bad one at all. "Give me a kiss," Robby says, and we hug and kiss for five minutes or so. Then I say, "I already miss sleeping with you, Robby. How we going to sleep together before next semester at Merrimack?" He says, "Funny you should ask that because I was thinking about that very thing earlier today, and I got an idea: overnight trips on the weekends." Hmmm, that'll be pretty obvious since we just came out to our parents. A tad awkward, and it'd mean I'd miss Sunday brunch, which is a tradition with my extended family. I go, "Wouldn't it be kinda obvious? You know, to our parents." He says, "Yep, so we should only do it once in awhile. Like were going to the Cape or something. We can get some of the other guys to go with us to lessen the obviousness." "That could work, Robby. Yeah, that's something to look forward to, but what about Ryan?" We've having this discussion with the side of my face on Robby's chest, the top of my head touching his chin, which I feel moving when he talks. "That's the problem I came up with too. I don't want to exclude him. So I was thinking one weekend with you and the next with Ryan while you share a room with Chubby or whoever else we get to go to the Cape with us. Whaddaya think about that?" I go, "I can already feel the jealousy on your weekend with Ryan, but it's only fair. Let's talk with Ryan about it and work out the details. It certainly won't be for a few weeks anyway, so we have time to fine tune your excellent idea." He kisses me on the top of my head, asking, "Are you on a mission to make me feel good all the time?" I say, "Yes, that's it exactly," and I get another kiss and, "I love you, Dylan." Then we have a smooth lover's make out that gets both of us quietly making sounds of love and lust. It's an awesome time together in Robby's pickup truck, one in a long line of awesome times in this truck. After awhile I struggle to get my pants on and Robby pulls his up, saying, "There's one more cum stain or this sex machine," pointing at the spot I was sitting at. Robby's cum drooled out of my ass and stained the seat. I go, "Don't ever have a girl passenger in this pickup or one of us is gonna be a daddy." He laughs, "Yeah, either you, me or your twin. Ryan's added his share of cum to this seat too." That comment would have pissed me off a few weeks ago, but it's perfectly fine with me now. We're a threesome for real and I like it just fine. Robby drives me home while we talk about us, seeing who can compliment the other the most. A mutual admiration society, that's Robby and me. Parked at the curb below my condo, Robby says, "We need a kiss goodbye. It doesn't matter who sees us kissing now." Undoing my seatbelt, I lean over for a nice kiss from my boyfriend. I go, "Um, Robby, you can tell how much I love you, right?" He says, "More then ever, why?" I take a deep breath and say, "I need to be honest with you... ah, my twin and I are in love, and we're hot for each other." Then I quickly add, "It's different than the way I love you and nobody's hotter to me than you, but I just wanted you to know what we got going here, Rob." He frowns thinking about that, so I add, "I swear to God I don't want to hurt you by telling you this, it's just that you deserve to know." He says, "Gee, I didn't know you guys were so serious about each other, but you both mean so much to me and I need to be happy for you guys. I'm so happy lately myself it's only fair you two are as well. But, I'm still surprised that it's so serious." I go, "Your other twin still thinks you rock and you're our leader, we both love you so much it's almost stupid, but we do. Don't worry about that 'cause that hasn't changed a bit. You're number one to me and you're number one to Ryan, but we're close number twos now, I guess." He rubs my hand affectionately and hesitantly asks, "What do you think the chances of you two deciding you don't need me anymore?" I go, "Swear to God, Robby, there's zero chance of that. I'm dead serious, I'm going to love you and be your boyfriend till I die, unless you dump me." He goes, "Ha, you never need to worry about that. I'm infatuated with you and I have been for years. The only reason I pushed Ryan and my affair in your face was in a desperate attempt to get you to appreciate me more, and that worked because you're basically the nicest person I know. But... you know, I found myself falling for Ryan and I never expected that. Of corse I never expected you to fall for him too, although now I feel dumb about that. I mean, I fell for him big time, so why wouldn't you? Isn't he the sweetest kid you ever ran into? So unassuming he puts himself down all the time. He makes me feel like I'm the hottest gay stud ever." We're staring into each other's eyes as we talk. I go, "It's you and me forever, Robby, but maybe we can bring Ryan along for the ride awhile. That's unless it gets in the way of us two, but we need to be fair to Ryan too, and I know you are." Robby gives a wry grin, "I introduced you two hoping to make you jealous, so I guess this is justice. Anyway, thank you for being honest about everything. I've always worried I'll lose you, so it's nothing new. If I do anything that annoys you just tell me and I won't do it anymore, whatever it happens to be." I go, "Nothing you do annoys me, I love everything about you. I adore you and look up to you." He's shaking his head slowly, "I don't know what I've done to deserve you." Lightening things up, I go, "Hey, I could take that two ways." He goes, "I meant it the good way. One more kiss, I'm late for dinner." We do a thirty-second kiss, then Robby says, "This is Ryan's thing, but I'm stealing it," and he licks up the front of my nose, then says, "A little of my saliva in your sinuses to remember me by. Love you." I mutter, "Love you more," and he chuckles as I get out. We wave goodbye and he's gone. Walking up the steps, my ass sticky with Robby's cum, I feel good. I was honest with Robby, although I don't believe he took the news as well as he pretended, so maybe I hurt him. It still far better than blindsiding him. I told him a while ago Ryan and I were getting kinda serious so this is just more information in that regard. I was going to do drips and drabs building up to this, but in hindsight that seemed like it would be worse for Robby, slow torture. Everything I said to him was honest and from my heart, with a little hedging when I said that nobody's hotter to me than Robby. I didn't clarify that Ryan's just as hot. Robby's number one in my book and the same for Ryan, but I snuck in that we're close number twos because the deciding line between number one and two is becoming blurry. I know at times Ryan probably loves me more than he loves Robby and sometimes when I'm with Ryan I think I love him more too. That's just when we're together though, as soon as I'm with Robby I'm reminded that in actuality it's him I'm devoted to and who I love the most. Plus, Robby's and my longevity together counts for a lot. So I may have hurt Robby temporarily, but I think he felt okay about things by the time we finished our talk. Good thing I didn't slip and tell Robby that Ryan does that lick up the front of my nose to me as many as a half dozen times every time we've been together, and it is a hot maneuver when done by someone who's hot and who you have the hots for. Done by a boy in buddy sex might be kinda gross. I text Robby, 'Miss you already boyfriend. Looking forward to working for you, boss. Love, Dylan.' Okay, that makes me feel better, reinforcing my love for him. I hate the thought of Robby hurting because he doesn't deserve that. Inside the condo I find my mom's getting ready for a double date. "Tris and I are double dating twins." she says, adding, "They're too young for us, but it'll be fun. Chubby's back from his date with Mary Jo and he wants you to have dinner together." I go, "Good, where's my brother now?" Mom, says, "It's so cute that you two refer to each other as 'your brother' now." I go, "It's new to us, the novelty will probably wear off." She kisses my cheek, saying, "I'm a little late, good luck with your job tomorrow, honey. I'm so proud of you." "Thanks, mom, have fun," and she's out the door. I think I'll text my twin. Getting my cell phone out of my pocket, I wonder, 'How the hell did anyone function before cell phones?' 'Hey, twin. Today was awesome, see ya tomorrow at work. Love ya, Dylan.' Washing my face and hands in the bathroom I think of Ryan. Initially Robby was intrigued with Ryan's sucking in with himand he got the idea he'd use Ryan to make me jealous, but he quickly got attached to him too and now has a love of some sort for Ryan, which has done wonders for Ryan's self-image. Maybe Robby's too. Before he met Robby, Ryan thought of himself as a nerd and maybe that's why he could put up with mistreatment from his dominant sex partners when they didn't like him and he didn't like them, and that's even when he thought he loved them because of the sex. Sorta like I was with Willie for so long. Ryan's low self-esteem probably was why he tolerated a different type of mistreatment from the baseball team and coaches too. They showed him no respect for all he did for them. Jocks can be bullies. Us teenagers in general are so dumb sometimes. Anyway, I can see the difference in Ryan now from when I first meant him a few short months ago. Maybe I helped him too and I hope that's so. Damn, I like that kid. My cell phone indicates I'm getting a text, no, two of them. Robby's reads, 'Hi, Dylan. Thanks for our talk and our earlier fun. I love my boyfriend. It's great being out in the open about us. Love, Rob'' and Ryan's text message reads, 'Wish you were here right now. Forget about our cooling off period!!! haha. No, we were good this afternoon keeping it to two times. You were right. I love you, Dylan." Jeez, I'm psyched! Two boys who I love, and who love me too. I call Ryan, "Hi Ryan, thanks for your sweet text, dude." He goes, "Oh Dylan, I thought about you and Rob when you guys left me at the mall. Did you guys, you know, do it? I've been so jealous." I say, "Easy, Ryan, don't get upset 'cause I basically had a heart to heart talk with Rob telling him you and me are in love and we're hot for each other." He's surprised, "Just like that? What'd he say?" I say, "Well, I tempered it as much as I could, but I thought he should know so we're not being deceitful. We love our boyfriend, don't we?" Ryan's like, "Well, yeah, duh." I go, "So I just wanted to fill you in. Are you nervous about your first day on the job tomorrow?" He says, "A little, but I know you'll look out for me. You will look out for me, won't you?" I assured him I would and we talk about earlier when we were together, and then we both get mushy. It's a good thing Chubby came in 'cause Ryan and I were talking ourselves into getting together tonight. Gawd, I got the hots for him. I tell Ryan, "My brother's here, Ryan, I gotta go. See you in the morning." He says, "Okay, Dylan, love you," and I mumble, "Me too," and hit the 'end' button. Chubby goes, "Awww, that's so sweet. You said, 'me too', at the end. That can mean only one thing: Robby said he loves you, and because I'm standing here, you say, 'me too'. I go, "You're so wrong, that was Ryan and he said he was nervous about his first day on the job and I said, 'me too'." Chubby goes, "My brother lies like a rug!" I can't help grinning, mumbling, "I do not." Chubby squeezes my hand, asking, "What are we gonna do about dinner? And I need that haircut you mentioned yesterday." I go, "Hey, you're in an awfully good mood, and that can mean only one thing, but how did ya manage having sex on a picnic?" He goes, "I'm clever like that. Didn't you ever hear of sex in a motor vehicle?" I go, "No, I never heard of that! You mean in a car?" and in my head, I think, 'Or a pickup?' Chubby's like, "Certainly not a motorcycle," and with fake astonishment, I yell, "Oh no! Our Jeep's been soiled." He says, "No, McLeary's station wagon's been soiled, but just a little...heh heh. Shaun McLeary and his girlfriend went with Mary Jo and I to Cumberland Park for our picnic. After eating he let me use his station wagon so Mary Jo and I could get a slice of ice cold watermelon at the farm stand, and we got the watermelon alright, but it was luke warm by the time we got it back to them. How 'bout dinner?" I go, "You straight boys are oversexed. Sex in a station wagon, how romantic!" For the third time, Chubby asks, "What the hell do you want to do about dinner?" I mutter, "Station wagon sex in the afternoon, you should be ashamed of yourself." Chubby says, "Yeah, and afterwards I tied the end of the condom and left it in the glove compartment. How 'bout dinner?" I say, "My brother needs to treat me to dinner at Ken's Steakhouse." Chubby says, "I'd be happy to do that except I'm broke, but Ken's it is. Don't forget your wallet." Smiling at him, I mutter, "You're always broke, but okay I'll buy us a dinner celebrating our brotherhood status." Chubby gets me in a headlock, rubbing my hair, saying, "That's so nice of my brother, buying his little brother dinner... sweet!" I'm like, "Yeah, but you need to kiss your older brother," and Chubby gives me a nice wet kiss on the side of my face that lasta half a minute. I hug around his waist, muttering, "Okay, that nice kiss gets you dessert too." Chubby says, "Love you, bro," and he lets me loose. The headlock was much closer to a hug than a headlock and under normal circumstances I'd have sprouted a boner, but my twin fucked me twice today and my boyfriend fucked me an hour ago, so no boner comes up from Chubby's bodily contact, although my dick did take notice. I feel fantastic. When Chubby takes his arm from around my neck I kiss his lips. He grins, mumbling, "My brother's as gay as May." We're overdoing the brother references, but it's thrilling to be brothers, so we don't care. Anyway we keep it between us, mostly. I go, "I've got to wash up and change my clothes, and so do you." He says, "Yes sir, I always do what my big brother tells me. Let's meet at the Jeep in ten minutes," and that's what we do. Ken's is the perfect place to celebrate being officially brothers because this is sorta our special place, neither Chubby nor me has ever had dinner at Ken's with anyone but him and me. I drive while Chubby's chatty about special times we've had together. He's in a good mood, like I mentioned already, and strangely it makes me a little jealous because his good mood is mostly a result of fucking Mary Jo and not because he fucked me. As a matter of fact, both times he fucked me he wasn't in a good mood afterwards either time. That's probably because he was mad at himself for giving in to his true desires for me. Anyway, that's what I hope's the reason. It'd be so awesome if we could be like Robby and Dodger, brothers who don't think twice about sharing themselves with each other. A pipe dream I guess, and what the hell does 'pipe dream' mean anyway? Ken's isn't real busy on this Sunday night so we get seated right away. The waitress isn't cool like the one we had the last time we were here. This time it's an older woman who's no nonsense, asking, "What can I get ya tonight?" Chubby says, "Two whiskey sours for starters," and I cringe as she asks, "Are both of you twenty-one?" I stare at the palm of my hand like the answer to that question is written there. Chubby goes, "Of course," and she says, "I'll be right back with your drinks," and walks away. Chubby mutters, "Yes, you will," but she doesn't hear that. I say, "You don't suppose she's actually going to get those drinks," and Chubby goes, "Sure, why not?" I say, "Well, for one thing we look like a couple of sixteen year olds and for another thing she didn't card us." Chubby mutters, "Details, you get bogged down with details. It's a hundred to one shot, but if you try it enough times that one in a hundred comes in, to use a racing metaphor." I'm like, "What?" The older waitress brings our drinks and we place our dinner orders. She's probably tired and doesn't want to deal with the hassle of arguing with us. Guess I was too quick to judge her 'cause she's better than our last waitress, who was funny and said we were cute, but no drinks. Hey, she thought be were brothers, too! I mention that to Chubby and he goes, "Yeah, she did think we looked alike. Dude, that's so cool." I'm not sure if I like the whiskey sour or not. I can taste the whiskey, which is a strike against the drink, but it's made with fresh squeezed oranges and lemons and somehow tastes sweet at the same time it tastes sour. I ask Chubby, "Did you ever give a thought about being bisexual?" Chubby laughs, choking on a swallow of whiskey sour. He coughs, then says, "Dylan, could you give me a signal before coming out with one of your off the wall comments or questions?" I'm like, "Why?" and Chubby says, "So I know something bizarre is coming from your brain and I can prepare myself for it." I go, "Oh, no I'm not going to do that. How 'bout my question. Did ya ever consider being bisexual?" Chubby says, "Well, it would immediately double my chances of getting laid, I suppose." I mutter, "That's an old joke, Chub, but if you don't want to be bisexual, you could still get laid any time you want with me. Hell, you can get laid any time you want with me as a straight boy." He smiles, "I love you too, Dylan, but I'm not ready for that yet." I like the 'yet' at the end of his sentence. So there's a chance. No sense in pushing it, but that's encouraging. Like Chubby says, it's a hundred to one shot, but whaddaya got to lose by giving it a shot? I ask, "How was your sex with Mary Jo?" He's shaking his head slowly, smiling, "You're an original, Dylan. Um, Mary Jo laughs whenever I'm fucking her and it doesn't seem to matter what's she's reading at the time." I ask, "She reads while you're doing it?" He goes, "That was a joke intended to avoid your question. Let me ask you this, do you fuck Robby or does he fuck you?" I go, "Jeez, what a personal question! Rude, dude." Chubby laughs, saying, "Whatever, but it's best having sex when we're young. When we're really old, sex is gonna be like trying to play pool with a rope as your cue stick." I'm like, "Old guys still get boners," and Chubby's like, "That was another joke." I go, "Oh, I'll have to tell Connor." Chubby goes, "That's who told me that one liner." Then we talk about Connor's surprise going-away party next Saturday. Some of the kids we want to invite don't live in the area. We forgot that, just because the guys are going to Merrimack, doesn't mean they live around here. In fact most of them are from out of state so it'll be a smaller group than we originally planned on. It'll still be nice and I know Connor will be grateful we care about him. Then dinner is served and tonight the prime rib is perfectly medium rare and the mashed potatoes are very tasty and so is the iceberg lettuce salad. We each have two drinks with the second one tasting better than the first, but Chubby talked me out of a third one saying he doesn't want his personal barber drunk when cutting his hair. The dinner was pricey, but worth it. I'll earn the money back by two o'clock tomorrow afternoon. On the drive back to our condo, Chubby asks, "How old does an oak tree need to be before it produces acorns?" I guess, "Four years old?" Chubby's like, "Gawd, you don't know anything! They need to be at least fifty years old." I go, "That sounds like bullshit, brother." He goes, "That's what I've been told, fifty years before acorns show up." I go, "I don't really care. What good are acorns anyway?" Chubby says, "You gotta be kidding me! Euell Gibbons says acorns are as good for you as any other nut. They were a staple in the Native American diet a long time ago." I mutter, "Euell's a nut case." In my condo we go to the finished basement and I get out the barber equipment as Chubby takes off his shirt, saying, "I wanna go back to yesteryear and get a buzz cut, Dylan. Working for Robby cutting grass sounds like hot work, and a buzz cut and hot work seem to go hand in hand." I ask, "You wanna try a burr haircut? That's what Robby's going to give me for my next haircut." "If it's real short, sure, but, um, Robby's not too talented as a barber, ya know. Do you want me to cut your hair?" I go, "Yeah, I would except he insists on doing it and he's my boyfriend so I let him." Chubby's like, "It's your hair. What's a burr haircut like?" I tell him, "Basically the same length on the top and shorter on the sides and back. It's short enough on top that it sticks up like a buzz cut. No fuss needed for either one. No way to comb hair that short." He goes, "Yeah, give me a burr haircut, Dylan. I told Mary Jo I was getting a buzz cut and she likes the idea." I go, "Most girls don't get buzz cuts." He laughs, "You know what I meant." Chubby's sitting on the stool we use for haircuts and he's looking cute with his naked torso almost identical to mine, except I have a Polo golf shirt on. I say, "Sit up straight, Chubby," as I squeeze the back of his neck then drag a finger down his spine giving him the shivers. His shoulders shudder as he sits up straight, muttering, "I need to do what my big brother tells me." Ha ha, I'm two days older; some big brother. Standing behind Chubby, I've got the clippers in my right hand, a half-inch guide attached. With my left hand I put my palm on Chubby's forehead and pull his head back towards me and kiss him on the side of his forehead, mumbling, "I love my little brother," then move my hand up to pull his bangs up to run the clippers through them. His hair in front is almost two inches long now, but not for long. Running the clippers from the front of his head across the top and over the crown of his head cuts the hair to a half inch in length. An inch and a half of his brown hair tumbles down his bare back, then falls to the tile floor. Moving the clippers over I do the same thing, and again, and again, and one last time to reduce all the hairs on top of his head to a half inch length that looks even shorter than that because of the longer hairs on the sides and back of his head. Chubby runs the palm of his hand over his shorn head, saying, "Jesus, this feels short. How short is it, Dylan?" I tell him as I attach a quarter-inch guide to the clippers, adding, "It's gonna be half that length on the sides and back." He mutters, "Butcher," as I run the clippers up the back of his head all the way up and over the crown. I'll taper it in with bare clippers and a comb at the end. As I'm cutting his hair very short I realize I've got a boner in my pants. Somehow I've developed Dodger's haircut fetish and I'm getting sexually stimulated by cutting boys' hair short. Don't know how it happened, but I don't mind it because it's just one more way to get a boner and I like the feel of a boner. It has something to do with boys docilely sitting and letting me do what I want with their hair. It's the submissive thing in reverse, they're the ones being submissive while getting a haircut. Burr haircuts are actually shorter than buzz cuts, at least the way I give them they are. When all the hair on the sides and back of Chubby's head are a quarter-inch, I take the guide off the clippers and taper from the neck up the back of his head a little. This is the part Robby can't do very well, not very well at all. It seems easy enough to me, but I've always been a natural at it. Over the years Chubby got good, but not great at it. Using a barber style comb as my guide I taper the quarter-inch hairs at the crown into the half-inch hairs on top, then do the same all around his head and finally taper from his sideburn and his ears upward so that the hair near the bottom are a short sixteenth of an inch tapered to the quarter-inch length halfway up the sides. The haircut takes about fifteen minutes with neither of us talking. The last thing is the trimmer clippers for outlying around his ears. They act pretty much like a razor. Done with his hair cut, I use the palm of both hands to rub his head getting short clippings off his head. "All done, Chubby." He runs the palm of his hand over his head, mumbling, "This is the shortest haircut I've ever had," and taking a page out of Robby's book, I say, "Yes it is, but I'm cutting it this way all summer. With burr haircuts it's best to get it cut every two weeks." Chubby says, "If you say so, Dylan. It's a sexy thing getting a haircut from my gay brother." I go, "You better believe it," as I wrap my arm around his neck and give him a sloppy kiss on his lips. Chubby says, "Thanks for the haircut and the kiss. You smell good, Dylan. Have I ever told you that?" I go, "Not that I recall, but now that you mention it, you've always smelled good to me. That's one of the reasons I like sleeping with you." He gets up, still feeling his very short haircut, asking, "What are the other reasons?" I go, "Your body for one, and I love you for being you, too." He hugs me, saying, "Tell me what you really think, Dylan," and he kisses me. Nice! Chubby goes into the half-bath to look at his new haircut and now I'm a little worried I overdid it this time, but he comes out smiling, "I look tough now." I ask, "Is it okay?" He says, "Yep, I like it nice and short. What time do we need to leave in the morning?" I say, "Work starts at seven o'clock and we're done usually by three-thirty or four. We need to be there in time to change into the Dicker's Landscaping uniform, so lets leave here at six-thirty. If you sleep with me, I'll get you up on time." He runs his hand over his head, "This feels cool. Okay, I'll sleep with you, but no messin' around, and you gotta sleep in my bed. Okay?" Whoa, I didn't expect this good fortune. I go, "Okay, whatever you say, but do you consider hugging as messing around?" He goes, "Nope, and thanks for dinner, bro." I mutter, "De nada," and put the barber stuff away as Chubby sweeps up his hair." We sit on the stoop sharing a cigarette, Chubby asks, "How hard is this lawn cutting job we'll be doing?" I exhale some smoke, then say, "It's more monotonous than hard, but with this year's crew maybe it won't be that bad. My arms when I'm doing the weed whacking get tired, but it's not like anyone's in a hurry. We plod along mostly although Robby will probably try to get us worker bees moving faster because he wants to have the best crew, or at least one he can be proud of. Some of the bigger estates have hedges that need cutting and some places have small grass patches dividing garden plots that we need to use hand mowers to cut. There's raking and leaf blowers to get clippings off the sidewalks." He asks, "I'm hoping to get one of those ride-on mowers," and I think of Robby sabotaging Joel's mower two summers ago. I say, "The supervisors ride the mowers and Robby's our supervisor so he'll ride the big mower in our crew. He drives the truck too and all but one of the crew sits in the truck bed going from job to job. One lucky guy sits shotgun with Robby." Wonder who gets to ride in the cab with Robby? Hmmm? Hope it's his brother so neither Ryan nor I needs to be jealous. It's funny our threesome still gets jealous when we're the odd man out and the other two are doing it, but I guess it's human nature. Chubby says, "I promised Mary Jo's father I'd do some part-time work for him some nights and some on the weekends." I go, "Ambitious of you, Chubby," and he mumbles, "Yeah, but I feel guilty always bumming money off you. I want to eliminate that habit and working two jobs will maybe be the answer." I go, "You'll find a way to spend however much you make. Good thing you don't have a credit card or you'd probably max that out too." He takes a last drag on the butt, then flicks to in an arc that lands halfway down the steps to the street below, saying, "I like to buy stuff. Come on, let's watch the rest of the Red Sox game in bed." I go, "Awesome idea, but I'm gonna take a shower first. You wanna take it with me?" He laughs and squeezes my hand, saying, "No thanks, I'll pass." Getting up, I say, "I'll meet you in your bedroom in ten minutes." As we go in, I'm thinking, 'Him showering with me was one chance in a hundred, but no harm in asking.' After a quick shower I grab some clean clothes for tomorrow and scamper up the steps to Chubby's condo, wearing only boxer shorts. Inside I hear the shower running, seems Chubby's taking his own shower. Dumping my clothes in his desk chair I climb into his double bed grinning at the size because we won't need more than half of this bed for sleeping. I love me some Chubby. He comes out of his bathroom naked and I gawk at his familiar naked body while playing with myself. He says, "What's your hand doing under the covers, brother?" I go, "Exactly what you think I'm doing. You should sleep naked tonight." He's not shy about being naked around me. He says, "Maybe I will, but keep your hands on your own pecker and leave my little guy alone." Then he gets under the covers naked and I scoot over to his side of the bed. Chubby mutters, "You're consistent, I gotta give you that," as he gets his arm under my neck and uses the remote control to turn on his bedroom TV. The baseball game comes on with the Red Sox batting and Big Papi, David Ortiz, at the plate. I snuggle against Chubby's clean, naked body and rub his burr haircut. Looking for more assurance that Chubby likes his haircut, I ask, "Do you really like your haircut, Chubby?" He goes, "Yeah, I really do, but even if I hated it I wouldn't tell you because I'd never hurt your feelings." I mumble, "Well then, I'm not sure if you really like it or if you hate it but don't want to hurt my feelings." He says, "I want one just like this next time, too. Does that give you a clue?" I go, "Yep, I knew you'd like it." I couldn't be any closer to Chubby's body unless I laid on top of him, but he's used to it after all these years. Just from knowing his bare dick is close to me gives me a boner and I only need to spring two more boners and I'll have reached the one million mark. Can't wait to start on my second million. Chubby falls asleep during the seventh inning so I reach over him and hit the 'off' button on the remote and then wrap Chubby in my arms, with the side of my face on his shoulder and the top of my head under his chin. Mmmm, I enjoy his scent and the feel of his body; it's a slightly smaller version of mine. Next thing I know Chubby's alarm is ringing. He'd managed to roll away from me in his sleep. He opens his eyes to look at the alarm clock, mutters, "Oh shit," turns it off and gets out of bed pulling on his dick, "Let's go, Dylan," I stretch, then get out of bed. Chubby's peeing so I stand next to him in his bathroom and pee, too. He asks, "How come you got the good dick and I got the stub?" I say, "Someone on your mother's side of the family has the stubby dick gene, just damn bad luck." He flicks his dick getting the last drip off, then washes his hands and face. Done with my pee, I squeeze his ass, asking, "Wasn't I good last night? No nagging you to let me suck your dick or anything." Chubby, with a mouthful of toothpaste, says, "I was disappointed you didn't ask." I go, "Liar, you weren't horny 'cause you boinked Mary Jo yesterday afternoon." "Yeah, but you got talent sucking dicks, so horny or not, ya know..." I say, "I'll suck you off right now." Chubby rinses his mouth, hands his toothbrush to me, and says, "Sadly, we don't have the time. Don't wanna be late for work our first day." When we're dressed, we make a K-cup of coffee each and pour them in styrofoam cups, then walk down to the Jeep. Chubby asks, "You wanna drive?" I go, "If I haven't forgotten how to drive our Jeep, yeah I would." I drive and we get to the Dickers' Landscaping & Design building with time to spare. "Let have a cigarette, Dylan." As we're smoking Ryan drives in and parks next to us. He gets out with a big smile on his face, saying, "Good morning, guys," and bumps into me for a little bodily contact. "We go, "Hiya, Ryan. Ready for a hard day's work?" He mumbles, "Yeah, I guess. How ya doing, Dylan?" We stare at each other and both of us lick our lips. Well, I did it first and then Ryan licked his, and I want to kiss him so badly it's nuts. I say, "I'm fine, you want some coffee," holding out my cup. Ryan goes, "Sure," taking the offered cup. Moving it in his hand he drinks at the spot my lips were, then passes it back to me and I take a deep breath and drink where his lips touched the disposable cup. Ryan mumbles, "Thanks," and Chubby says, "Here comes Robby and Dodger." When they get out of the pickup, Robby's wearing the company uniform. We all exchange greetings with Dodger seemingly glum. I don't think I've ever seen him when he wasn't full of wisecracking energy. I squeeze the back of his neck, asking, "Something wrong, Dodger?" He goes, "Um, no. I'm just thinking about something," and it looks like he has a tear in his eye. Speaking of eyes, Ryan's making big eyes at Robby, who smiles back at him and then, putting his arm across Ryan's shoulders, he says, "Let's go guys," and they walk towards the entrance; Ryan right bedside him talking quietly. The rest of us follow with Chubby trying to get Dodger to smile by telling him a dirty joke. No luck. I'll bet it's something to do with Vinnie that's got Dodger down in the dumps. I say, "Happy birthday, Dodger. How's it feel being eighteen?" He says, "It feels the same as it felt last week. It sucks." I go, "Oh, I'm sorry. When you and Vinnie coming over for haircuts?" He mumbles, "I don't know," as we walk into the locker room where we find twenty or so guys talking and laughing while changing into the Dickers uniform. There are two rows of lockers with long benches in front of them. When we're all inside Robby introduces us to Derek Tannum, the boss's son, who looks bored as he nods at each of us when Robby says our names. Then Robby explains about the uniform of matching T-shirts, tan cargo shorts, and baseball cap, all with the company's logo. He says, "You boys have five minutes to change and get out on the blacktop." He's wearing basically the same outfit as we're to wear except his cap says, 'SUPERVISOR' and it's red, not white like ours. I ask Derek, "How's college working out for you? Cornell, right?" He looks at me, and says, "Yeah, Cornell," but that's it for chit chat. There's an edge to him, and I'm thinking, 'Not another Joel, I hope'. Derek is indeed big. He's at least six foot-two and strong looking, but not particularly musclebound in his T-shirt. Long curly blond hair that he parts in the middle. He's very good looking, even cute although you don't normally think 'cute' when someone's as big as Derek. He walks like an athlete. Ryan's too close to me as we walk out to the blacktop, but before we step outside, he says, "Um, Dylan look at this." I stop while the others continue going out. Ryan steps in an alcove and when I follow he gets his arm around my neck and his lips are on mine for a thirty second kiss that springs boners on both of us; my next boner will be my millionth. Adjusting it, Ryan's saying, "I'm so hot for you, Dylan. It's driving me nuts. Um, do ya think I did okay with Rob? I want him to know I still love him, but it's you I spend most of my time thinking about." Rubbing his soft hair, I say, "Me too, Ryan, but we gotta watch ourself." He goes, "I know, I'm sticking close to you today 'cause I'm nervous. Thank God you talked Rob out of making me his assistant. I'm just about peeing my pants as it is." I kiss him quickly, saying, "There's nothing to be nervous about. Come on, we'll be late." Outside we all wait, in four separate crews, for our supervisors. Hurry-up and wait. Two minutes later Robby comes out with the other supervisor and gives us the ground rules, and shows us where to look on the assignment board for our responsibilities each day. When he's explained how things are going to work, he says, "Okay, let's get things rolling. Derek, you ride up front with me. The rest of you climb up in the truck bed and watch yourself, there's lots of sharp object up there with you. Derek and I loaded the truck today to show you how everything needs to be secured in the bed for safety reasons. You guys need to make sure you see how we did it so you can do it that way tomorrow." Wow, Robby's doing good. Just the right amount of authority and yet without seeming too bossy. Good for you, Robby. I try to catch his eye to give him a thumbs up, but he seems purposely not to be making eye contact with Ryan or me. I know what's probably going to happen, Robby will be so intent on not showing us favoritism we'll get the shit end of things. That's okay, I want Robby to do good and Ryan and me can handle it. Inside the bed of the truck the four of us check-out how everything is secured, although Dodger doesn't seem interested. Then Chubby sits next to Dodger trying to find out what's bothering him. Ryan and I sit closely on the other side. When Robby fires up the engine of the two and a half ton truck, we get moving, though it's noisy back here. Ryan leans his head over to mine and says in my ear, "Can we get together tonight, Dylan?" I say, "I don't know, it depends on what our boyfriend wants. It might be my turn with Rob tonight 'cause he was with you Saturday night and you and me had Sunday afternoon together." Ryan says, "I hope Rob wants the three of us to hang out; afterwards I'll come by your place and we can do something maybe." I go, "I'd like to, but remember we want to stay Rob's twins, so he's calling the shots; we'll have time together. We'll make time together." He goes, "I want you to suck my cock so badly. Do you think we can find some way to do that?" I ask, "At work?" He goes, "No, that'd be too crazy even for me. God, I got it bad for you," and he leans over and licks my face. I go, "Ryaaan!" He laughs, saying, "They can't see us," and he holds my hand between our thighs, his right leg and my left. I glance over and we exchange grins, squeezing each other's hand. Holding hands with a boy is so sexy. Our first job is a fifteen minute ride from the company, and we pile out of the truck when we get there. We'd all checked our assignments, and Robby's put Ryan and me together doing hedge trimming and clean up. Each yard needs to be done in no more than twenty minutes, and that's for big yards. As Robby backs the ride-on mower down the ramp, Chubby and Dodger get weed wackers for edging duty. Derek's working the walk-behind mower in the smaller backyard. Ryan and I get the two hedge clippers. The hedge for this house encircles the property. I need to show Ryan how to do this, saying, "I'm good at this, it's almost like cutting hair." He picks up on it quickly, it's not brain surgery. The morning goes quickly and isn't too hard. The weather's good, in the low eighties with a breeze. For lunch today we go back to the Dickers building where there's a cookout for the first day. Hamburgs and hotdogs with potato salad and chips. Nice touch, but from now on we need to bring a lunch. Robby's group has its own picnic table and when we all have our plate of food, Robby critiques the morning's work, then says, "Derek's going to be my backup for the ride-on mower this afternoon and he'll be driving the truck. I've got to get some paperwork turned in for all of you. Insurance papers and things like that." I'm thinking, 'Derek's the outsider, so he's a good choice to be Robby's backup. If Robby picked any of the rest of us someone's going to feel he's showing favoritism. Also Derek's older than the rest of us and he's the boss' son... duh. When Robby takes off, Derek says, "Finish up, I want you on the truck in five minutes; we've got a twenty minute ride to the next job." Chubby goes, "Derek, Robby didn't say anything about you being the boss. We've got ten more minutes for our lunch. It's a forty-five minute lunch, not thirty-five." Derek looks exasperated saying, "I told Rob this cute cub scout troop he hired for his crew would balk at me giving orders and he said to tell you this, 'When he's not here I'm in charge, so live with it.' Now get your asses on the truck because the truck is taking off in four minutes." Chubby says, "Cub scout troop?" and I go, "Come on guys, do it for Robby, he'll get in trouble if we mutiny the first day." Still nothing from Dodger, he gets up and dumps his paper plate and most of his lunch in the trash, saying to me, "Dylan, tell Robby I quit. Thanks," and he jogs into the building before I can stop him. Damn! Chubby, Ryan and me get in the back of the truck and Derek pulls out, and we're on our way shorthanded already. What's wrong with Dodger? I look at Chubby, he shrugs, but he sits down before I can ask him anything he might have found out from talking with Dodger earlier. Shaky start with Derek in charge and Dodger already quitting. to be continued... 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