Date: Sat, 4 Jan 2014 06:37:10 -0800 (PST) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 47 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 47 by Donny Mumford My ass is sticky with Sonny's cum as I'm putting back all the stuff he dumped on the floor from my closet's junk box. After cleaning that up, I put a load of dirty clothes and towels in the washing machine. Then, back in my bedroom I scrub cum out of the throw rug and finish up by going to the bathroom to take a long shower. I'm tired, but I make myself transfer the clean clothes from the washing machine to the dryer before climbing into bed and turning out the lights. While waiting for sleep I'm thinking about this afternoon's haircuts for the posse boys, and then the sex with Sonny earlier tonight. It was fun cutting the posse boys' hair, but I had a big surprise during Sonny's haircut. For reasons unknown, I got sexually aroused cutting his orange hair and I just couldn't stop cutting, ending up cutting it much too short. It's the first time a haircut has ever gotten me seriously sexually aroused, and I have no explanation for it. After the haircut Sonny wanted to experience gay sex for the first time, but because of nervousness he chickened out and settled on me giving him oral sex. Then we had dinner at Bertucci's and our conversation was partly about me and Ray, which apparently gave Sonny the idea I'm submissive. What followed was one of the most unexpected sexual encounters of my life. It wasn't unexpected that Sonny would fuck me because I'd already given in to his pleas for help in that regard earlier, and I was actually looking forward to it as I'd had zero sex up till that time. The unexpected part came when Sonny completely took over everything. He tied up my balls, cock, and arms before fucking me in a surprisingly dominant manner. Who knew he was into sub/dom and master/slave porn? Amazingly, he based the first fuck of his life on those porn videos. I never suspected Sonny would be dominant like he was, I mean, it was his first gay fuck ever! Anyway, he had things his way and by the end of the night he insisted he was my third boyfriend behind number two, Ray, and undisputed number one, Robby. When Ryan is in the picture again he'll take Ray's number two spot, then Ray and Sonny will get lower rankings. I'm aware I'm now alley-catting around to the max, but opportunity presented itself and my willpower was out of town, so ya know, it happened. Actually Sonny fucked me twice tonight, which Ray can't or won't do, so if Ray's not careful his number two spot might change places with Sonny's number three. Plus, Sonny's much more dominant than Ray and of course my submissive fetish was all over that. And it's always extra sexy for me when my sex partner, in this case Sonny, is uncut like Robby and me. Damn, I love foreskin on a cock. I fall asleep thinking about this latest development in my sex life, and have a surprisingly pleasant night's sleep. In the morning Chubby and I have coffee together while sharing a cigarette on the balcony. He asks how the haircuts turned out for the posse boys and I tell him about it in a general sense without mentioning I got sexually aroused cutting Sonny's hair. I feel a little confused and weird about that. What happened after the haircut is between Sonny and me so I'm not mentioning that either. Chubby shrugs like he expected the boys to like their haircuts, then tells me a funny version of his latest part-time work misstep. He mixed-up two sales representatives' expense accounts again, and this time one of the men was apoplectic and was yelling at Chubby on the phone. Chubby's laughing when he tells me how he played the dopey dufus teenager role until the man took pity on him and agreed not to report the screw-up to Chubby's boss. I ask him, "Don't you take anything seriously? I'd be very nervous getting yelled at by an adult." Chubby goes, "Nah, what's the worst thing that could happen? I get fired? So what? I'm getting sick of working two jobs anyway, plus the guy yelling at me on the phone was a pompous jackass. I straightened the two accounts out in five minutes, which I would have done if he simply told me the problem without all the screaming." I'm thinking it must be nice having a lot of confidence like Chubby. Usually when I act overly confident I'm totally faking it with butterflies in my stomach. The exception to that is when I flirt with cute boys I don't yet know. I drive us to work while Chubby chuckles to himself answering text messages with funny or outrageous responses. In the locker room I'm changing into work clothes as Chubby drifts a few lockers down the row to joke with Lee. Jerry sees I'm alone and comes over to quietly say, "Good morning, Dylan, how you doing?" I go, "Good, how 'bout you?" and he's like, "Um, I promised I wouldn't bother you about this, but every time I see you there's this weird feeling down below in my shorts. What I'm saying is, if you're ever hard up for sex, give me the high sign and name the place and I'll be there." I glance at him, muttering a noncommittal, "Jeez, that's flattering, Jerry." He shrugs, then chuckles, and says, "I've been massaging my scalp trying get my hair to grow faster too, you know, so I'll need another one of your salon treatments. I told my girlfriend about it, the shampoo, haircut, and massage, not the other thing, and she was impressed. She really likes this haircut and even wants me to try it a little shorter version next time." I check his hair, saying, "I'll cut your hair anyway you want, but I honestly don't recommend you go shorter. You're a very big guy and I don't think extremely short hair is a good look on guys your size. That's just my personal opinion, of course." He says, "Thanks for the advice. Ah, just so ya know, I had you read all wrong from the start, you're really a good guy, Dylan." Jerry pats my back, as I mutter, "Thanks, Jerry." He goes over to his locker as Seth and I exchange looks, with me shrugging. Seth's curious what Jerry and I were talking about. Jerry and me are the only ones who know about our sex, and I plan on keeping it that way, too. Chubby glances out the door, then announces to everyone, "Hey, Robby's coming out of the supervisors' meeting early," so we all scramble out of the locker room to be on the blacktop when he gets there. He's all smiles giving his short pep talk and then he hands out last week's paychecks. After that, Lee passes out assignments to our crew and we load the truck. It's Friday so we're all in a good mood, especially with a paycheck in our pocket. When we're sitting in back of the truck, Seth asks, "What'd Jerry want?" Chubby knows I gave Jerry a haircut, so I tell Seth about it as well, "In the interest of team harmony I gave Jerry a free haircut." Seth's like, "Good move, dude, get him off your back." I ask, "Whaddaya mean?" He says, "I saw him bullying you on Monday, and then again Tuesday morning. I didn't want to butt in, but I was getting ready to talk to you about it. You can't let people take advantage of you, Dylan, I found that out a long time ago." I'm curious, "Oh, you were going to talk to me about it, huh? What were you going to say, Seth?" He goes, "That I was ready to follow that asshole home and call him out, and I wanted you to come with me." I say, "Hey, sticking up for me is way cool! I need somebody to have my back." He says, "Ha, everyone on the crew would have your back. Everybody likes you, so if you started a fight with Jerry the rest of us would be on his back kicking the shit out of him." The truck starts up and now it's loud back here, so I raise my voice, "Thanks, Seth," he says, "Well, I'm kinda fond of you, Dylan, in case you didn't know. Counting you, I now have two good friends, my buddy Danny and you." The truck's on the highway now, with all the road traffic adding to the truck's noise, so I cup his ear with my hand, and say, "You can always count on my brother as another friend, Seth. Any friend of mine is Chubby's friend too." He shouts in my ear, "Thanks, man," and then grins and knocks my hat off ruffling my hair and then squeezing the back of my neck. I look at him grinning as I put my hat back on, and get the strongest urge to feel his lips on mine. I glance over to Chubby and Jerry, then decide a kiss would be too risky with just the ride-on mower between us. I'll save the kiss for another time, but Seth's a sweet guy who reminds me at times of Connor. It's another good day on the job, everyone knows what to do and does it very efficiently, and Jerry does more of it than any of us. During breaks and lunch, Jerry's very friendly, just one of the guys, so it's all good. After work, in the locker changing back into street clothes, Seth asks, "Is your date still on with Rob tonight?" I nod my head, saying, "Yeah, Seth, but it's you and me Monday after work." He pats my back, "Great, it'll give me something to look forward to. Have a good weekend." We bump fists as Chubby asks me, "Ready to go, bro?" I say, "I gotta ask Robby something. I'll meet you at the Jeep." Outside I look around, then ask one of the supervisors, "Have you seen Rob?" He tells me Robby's in the equipment room so I walk over and get there just as Robby's coming out. "Hi, boyfriend," says Robby, "Whassup?" I ask, "Can you give me a haircut before our date tonight, Robby?" He rubs my hair, "Of course I can, I like giving you haircuts. I promise not to cut it so short this time." I go, "Ya know what? I'm liking the short version better now, so you can cut it even shorter than last time." If I don't get it cut short like I cut Sonny's hair, Sonny says he'll cut my hair himself. I wouldn't put anything past Sonny after last night. Robby goes, "No, that wouldn't look good on you, babe. You leave your haircut to me, I'm getting good at it. Okay?" He's so cute, I like it when he's looking out for my best interests, too. That's sweet, so I smile, "You're the boss, Robby." He chuckles, mumbling, "That's a good one," meaning he doesn't believe he's the boss. The fact is, he is. Jogging to the Jeep, I'm thinking, 'Okay, so Sonny's going to be pissed, but come on... who do I want to please more, Robby or Sonny? No contest. If Sonny doesn't like it he can go fuck himself and get his future haircuts at Supercuts. I can live without follow-up sex with Sonny, if it has to come to that. That's probably the smartest move for me anyway. It was hot dominant sex, but I can't let Sonny, of all people, push me around. Seth's right, I can't let guys take advantage of me just because I have a mild disposition. Chubby's smoking a cigarette when I get to the Jeep. He passes the cigarette to me, saying, "Everything taken care of? No problems?" I say, "I'm good as gold, Chubby." He goes, "Yeah, I've noticed you've been in a good mood lately. After Ryan moved away you were a little down for awhile." I pass him the cigarette, saying, "That's true, and I still miss him. We're tight, but life goes on and it's not like I'll never see him again." He gives me the cigarette butt and I take the last drag, taking my time getting the butt just right for a good flip, then really flick it hard, concentrating on doing it correctly, and the butt pops up in the air three inches and drops down on the back of my hand. I shake it off my hand and stomp on it as Chubby laughs and pats my shoulder, "Let's go bro." In the Jeep, he asks, "What's for dinner?" I say, "Let's get something at Stop & Shop that we can cook on the grille." We're in Stop & Shop now with me looking up the line of cash registers, which I always do checking for talent as far as cute teen boys go. I groan, so Chubby asks, "What's the matter, Dylan?" I go, "Look at them! All the registers' clerks and bag boys suck. There's nothing but goofs and girls working the registers. This Stop & Shop location has gone right down the tubes. The part-timers' boss when I worked here hired cute boys, and only an occasional girl when he had to. This new part-timer supervisor is terrible at hiring! Just look how the quality of talent has landed in the toilet. Oh my God, he should be fired immediately. I wouldn't work here, I'll tell you that. This is disgraceful, people don't want to see goofy-looking boys bagging their groceries, they want something cute to look at." Chubby's laughing, then he puts his arm across my shoulders, saying. "It's outrageous, I'm sure you're right, but most customers don't even look at bag boys, or register clerks, or anybody for that matter. They want to get what they need, and then get the hell out of here as fast as they can." I'm indignant, "People like to admire beauty, not overweight girls and big clods with horn-rimmed glasses. Look at that kid, he has extenders in his ears, fer chissakes! Oh my God, that's just gross." We're walking to the meat counter as Chubby says, "I believe your posse buddy, Dawg, has ear extenders." I go, "They're alright for Dawg because he's cool, but come on, are you trying to tell me that four-eyed-goon at the register is cool? Please!" Chubby's looking at the steaks, exclaiming, "Jesus Christ, are they serious? I mean, almost seventeen dollars a pound?" I go, "Yeah, that sucks, but I feel like chicken on the grille anyway. Forget steaks, and..." I stop in mid-sentence because a produce boy is pushing a cart full of fresh produce from behind swinging doors. I go, "Oh my God! Now, that's what I'm talking about. Did you see his cute face?" Chubby's like, "Who, where?" I point out the boy pushing the cart, and Chubby says, "Oh, I'm not really into gawking at cute boys. Lets check out the chicken." I say, "Come on, we'll get stuff for a salad first." We follow the produce kid, as Chubby asks, "So, is it definitely chicken? If so, I want to get legs because I like when they get charred on the skin, but stay moist inside. And those party winglets are also awesome on the grill, too." I go, "Huh? What about wings?" This produce kid is taking my breath away. He's the only boy worth looking at in the whole fucking store and they have him secluded behind closed doors for half his shift. Outrageous! Chubby follows me as I go to the section that the cute kid is resupplying. The kid's only about five foot, eight inches tall and not slim, but not stocky either, somewhere in between. His face is so cute though, perfectly clear complexion to start with, and then there's his cute nose. Oh sure, some less qualified observer than myself might say his nose is pointy, but it's small and goes with the rest of his face. Nice mouth with rosy, pouting lips and a perfect chin, definitely not a cleft chin. Cleft chins are grossly overrated and usually associated with a macho handsome man. Tom Brady is the only man I've ever seen who can pull off the cleft chin look. Men considered macho or handsome usually qualify as odd-looking in my evaluation system, not that I give a damn about macho, handsome men. We're standing next to the cute produce boy as Chubby asks, "What do we need here?" The cute kid's stacking heads of cauliflower, which isbasically an uneatable vegetable. I put my hand on the kid's shoulder, saying, "Excuse me." He turns and gives me a little grin, asking, "Yes?" I look at his name tag, another 'Danny', huh. I say, "Um, Danny, my brother and I are thinking of making cauliflower soup for dinner tonight and I'm wondering, since you work with this vegetable, if you would recommend it?" With a grin on his lips, and a head of cauliflower in his right hand, Danny rubs his eye with the knuckle of his left hand, saying, "I don't have a clue. I've never eaten this stuff in my life." I glance at Chubby, who's used to me flirting with cute strangers. He's trying not to laugh, settling for a cute smirk instead. I go, "Oh, that's interesting, Danny, cauliflower's quite delicious I hear. Do you know anything about broccoli, by any chance?" He chuckles, saying, "Did Jimmy put you up to this? Getting you to break my balls?" I ask, "Who's Jimmy?" He chuckles again, then says, "I'm working, okay? Leave me the fuck alone. If you have a question, ask my supervisor, he's right there," and he nods at a man who looks like someone you might see in a horror movie. Shaved head the size of a pumpkin, bulging eyes, huge body with piggish facial features, and his too-small eyes are much too close together. I say to Danny, "Yeah, he looks like a good guy, I'll ask him in a second. But first, um, you guessed it, Jimmy wanted me to try and get you flustered." Danny chuckles again, looks me in the eyes, and says slowly, "Ya know, I suspected it was Jimmy because you're so cute." I ask, "Why'd that give us away?" He shrugs, muttering, "Ask your buddy, Jimmy. He'll tell you." Chubby says, "Okay, you've had your fun, Dylan, and Jimmy will get a good laugh out of it, but Danny's boss, Igor, over there is scaring the shit out of me, so let's move on. Danny chuckles again, and I pat his back, saying, "I'll see you around, Danny." He goes, "Yeah, I'll look forward to that, Dylan." As Chubby and I are walking away, I say, "That's how you make a new friend. I hope you were taking notes. Next time I'm in this store and see Danny we'll probably strike up a conversation and who knows where that'll lead." Chubby hugs my shoulders, "You're one of a kind, Dylan. Always on the make... the gay boys don't have a chance." I always enjoy impressing Chubby. We pick out a head of iceberg lettuce, a locally grown tomato, and pickled cucumbers for a simple salad. Red bliss potatoes, a green pepper, and chicken legs complete our order. We get chicken legs because chicken breasts can get dry on the grill, although to avoid that I've grilled the skin side only, then finish cooking the breasts in the oven. That's too much trouble to do tonight though. I say, "Let's use one of the self-checkout lines. I can't bear to look at unattractive bag boys." That's what we do and on our way out of the store, Lee and his girlfriend come through the automatic door. Chubby and Lee bump fists, as I go, "Lee, what are you doing here?" He says, "Three guesses," so I ask, "Stalking me?" He goes, "No, that's not it," and I'm like, "Um, applying for a part-time job?" He chuckles and shakes his head, 'No' so I ask, "Buying groceries?" He says, "Bingo, I knew you could guess it." His girlfriend is real chatty, seemingly more interested in Chubby than me. My ego takes a hit with that and it's odd she's ignoring me because the posse boys' girlfriends are so complimentary of me and seem to like me. Those girls tell me that if I was straight they'd drop their boyfriend in a second and go after me. I know they're kidding, but it's nice to be noticed. Chubby, Lee, and Lee's girlfriend exchange witty remarks and then we're on our way again. Walking to the car, I say, "She seemed awfully interested in you, bro." He goes, "She's a hot shit, like Lee. Mary Jo and I are double dating with them tomorrow night." For some reason that makes me a little jealous, but I can't put my finger on why that is. We prepare dinner in Chubby's condo drinking two each of Tris' beers. Chubby prepares the potatoes, cutting them in bite-size pieces and then adding some olive oil, salt and pepper, and a sprinkling of garlic powder. They'll be cooked right on the grill in aluminum foil with cut-up red onions and green peppers. I do the salad and grille the eight chicken legs after simply rubbing them with olive oil and sprinkling them with salt and pepper. As usual, we're very satisfied with the results of our culinary efforts, then we clean up the kitchen and finish our second beers on the balcony with a cigarette. Chubby's going out with Gina tonight and of course I'm going out with Robby, and I'm very much looking forward to that. Finished with our beers, Chubby flicks our cigarette butt way over the balcony railing and we part with a hug to take showers before our dates. Like I said, I'm excited about my date with Robby tonight, but I've got time to take care of something I've been neglecting. I'm gonna give Ray a call to say hello, and just check in. He wants me calling and texting like his girlfriend, Maryanne, does. I'm not going to do it as often as she does, but he's my boyfriend so I guess it's something I should do once in a while. I'll see him tomorrow morning for his haircut and then at night for our date, but a call now will impress on him that I can follow directions. Damn, before I do that I need to buy a dildo online to satisfy Sonny. Man, I'm glad I remembered that. It's especially important I do that in case Robby won't cut my hair as short as Sonny's. Yeah, I better make damn sure I've got a hot dildo to show Sonny, that's if I hope to have another sub/dom sexual experience with him. I Google 'dildo' and there's only about five hundred stores selling sex toys. If I had more time, I'd get Sonny an extra toy or two to make up for his too-short haircut. I use my debit card to pay $29.95 for an eight-inch so-called All-American dildo with a realistic set of balls to keep it from disappearing up my ass. I've had some experience with dildos and I've got no problem with them at all. Damn, I need to pay another $20.00 to have it shipped overnight. It'll be here by noon tomorrow in a plain brown box. I'll be keeping my eyes open for that, you can be sure. Mom doesn't need to be freaked out by opening a box and finding a dildo inside, not that she's ever opened anything addressed to me. Okay, now I can call Sonny, and then Ray. Sonny picks up right away, "I was wondering when you'd call," and I'm like, "Sonny, I worked all day and called you right after my brother and I had dinner." He says, "What kind of dildo did you buy?" Huh, he just assumed I bought one. I tell him I bought one online and describe it, and he's like, "Well, alright! That's awesome. I've never had an eight-incher. This partly makes up for you fucking up my hair. I was pretty sure you'd come through for us, thanks, Dylan, you're alright, bro." I say, "It's gonna be here by noon tomorrow." I'm kinda feeling good that Sonny's so pleased with me. He says, "Awesome! Is anyone going to be at your place tomorrow afternoon?" I say, "Yeah, my mom," and he's like, "Okay, I'll pick you up at one o'clock. We can use my bedroom this time. The folks will be out shopping all day and Devon has to work Saturdays from noon until six. That's why he's coming for his haircut in the morning." Before I can say anything, he adds, "Oh, Ray saw my haircut and he's pissed, but he's under the impression I asked for this short haircut, and I didn't correct his misconception. I've got your back for you on that. I'm not really a posse member yet so this stupid haircut's not that big a deal to Ray, although it's a major problem as far as I'm concerned. My bud made fun of me when he saw it today. He wears his hair like mine was when I first met you. He's got long hair and he says I look like a skinhead now so I wear a hat all the time, but it sucks. You better have a haircut like you gave me when I pick you up tomorrow, Dylan. You're not a full posse member either so you won't get in too much trouble either way. Ray will probably just lecture you." I say, "Um, my boyfriend said he didn't want to cut my hair that short. I already asked him, Sonny, I swear." He says, "I gotta go. I don't care how you do it, just get it cut like mine. You owe me. See you tomorrow. We're going to have some fun, Dylan, and I can't wait. Last night was fantastic and so are you. Bye." I mutter, "Yeah, see you tomorrow." Okay, he said I was fantastic, so that's ending the conversation on a good note. What the hell, Robby will cut it short if I tell him I really want it that way. Sonny's hair is about a quarter-inch long, at most, and I don't really care if mine's like that, too. Hell, over the last two years Willie's told barbers to cut my hair really short, a sixteenth of an inch one time, and it always grows back, so I'm not gonna sweat the small stuff. Dialing Ray's cell phone next, and it rings and rings before Ray finally answers, "Hello," I go, "Hi, Ray, it's Dylan." He says. "I'm on the phone with Manny, I heard your buzz so I put him on hold. Call me back in five minutes," and he clicks back to Manny. He didn't seem too pissed off about Sonny's haircut. I've got five minutes so I pick out the clothes I'm going to wear after my shower and then fold the clothes from the dryer. Calling Ray back, he answers right away, "Dylan, I'll be over for a haircut with Manny tomorrow morning around ten. Does that work for you?" Sucking-up to him, I say, "Sure, my man gets his haircut whatever time he wants. I'm here for you, Ray." He goes, "Nice sucking-up, I like that. Oh, by the way, I don't like Sonny's haircut. I want all the posse boys with the same haircut, which is why I'm sending Mark back to get it cut shorter." Huh, and last night Sonny said Ray doesn't boss the posse boys. Obviously he does. Ray's still talking, "I guess both Sonny and Mark asked for their haircuts to be cut that way, and I know your policy of cutting hair the way the customer wants, so don't worry, I don't blame you." I say, "Um, I was thinking of getting my haircut like Sonny's, I kinda thought it would be cool going that short." He says, "I just told you I don't like Sonny's haircut, and you come right back saying you want yours like his. Oh well, neither you nor Sonny are full members of the posse so you guys can do what you want about haircuts, but it won't get you full posse status anytime soon if you don't do what I tell you. I'm looking for a team concept. You think about that." I go, "Maybe just this once, Ray. Do you think it'd be okay, please? Can you do me a favor and let me try it." He says, "I like that you're asking permission. Like I told you before, you know your place now and that carries some weight with me. Okay, this one time I'll make an exception." I want to clarify, so I go, "Ah, it's about half as long as the posse boy's burr haircuts, Ray." He goes, "Whatever, just this time though. I liked that you called, Dylan. Try to do more of it so I know you're thinking of me." I go, "Will do, Ray, and thanks for letting me get a haircut like Sonny's." He goes, "It's not the haircut per se that's important. It's going along with the posse. You think about that and I'll see you in the morning." We say goodbye and, hmmm, that went pretty good. Robby doesn't care that much how short he cuts my hair. I mean, he almost cut it that short last time by accident. Okay, I can see that obviously I'm going to need to manage a lot more situations now that I've got three boyfriends. Of course there's no way to please all of them all of the time, but if I'm clever enough I can manipulate situations so that none of them gets really pissed off at me. Like Ray's not pleased, but he's not pissed off at me. After my shower I dress in the clothes I chose earlier and then get the barber stuff out for my haircut. I've got a funny feeling in my balls thinking about Robby cutting my hair as short as Sonny's. It's weird that Sonny's haircut got me sexually aroused, and now the thought of Robby cutting my hair short seems to be having the same effect on me. It's not that I mind especially because I'm open minded about adding another way to experience a sexually arousing sensation, but I think I'll email Dodger to get more insight about his haircut fetish. He's an expert on that topic. Looking out the front window I see Robby jogging up the steps, light on his feet like the athlete he is. God, he looks so sexy and cute with his flattop haircut, and his great tan that goes so nicely with his blond hair and blue eyes. What a great body too! I'm proud he wants me to be his boyfriend and especially proud he loves me like he does. Whenever I see Robby there's no doubt in my mind he's my true love. My heart swells as I open the door and hear him say, "Hi, boyfriend." I bite my lip when he walks in, closing the door behind him. Wrapping my arms around his neck I kiss his lips, then say, "I love you more every day, Robby." He smiles a big smile putting his arms around me, "That's the kind of greeting I like from my true love boyfriend," and we kiss passionately. I know that some of my exuberant greeting for Robby today is a result of my guilty conscience for cheating on him, but most of it is because I truly love him. Ever since Robby took the stance he took with Ryan, saying he loves him too, I've been realizing what a precious thing Robby's love is, and I don't want to lose that. He may have lost his heat for Ryan, but there are other gay boys that would jump at the chance to be Robby's boyfriend. Sure, I know he alley-cats around a little too, but I can't believe it's as blatant as my alley-catting. Actually, when I'm with Robby I can't imagine why I cheat on him so much. It's when I'm not with him the temptations occur and so far I've been too weak to resist them. I haven't resisted temptation yet, but I know there'll be a day when I'll be able to, and until that happens I'm going to show Robby my love every chance I get. As a matter of fact, my sex with Jerry was for Robby's sake mostly, so that hardly qualifies as cheating. I can scratch that one off my guilty conscience. I did it with Jerry partly to get him off my case, but mostly I did it to stabilize our crew so that Chuck Tanner wouldn't be able to bad-mouth Robby to Mr. Dickers. After our kiss Robby kisses me again quickly on my lips, running his fingers through my hair, asking, "Ready for your haircut?" A buzz goes through my nuts, as I mutter, "Uh huh," and he says, "I think this is the first time you asked me for a haircut. Usually I tell you when you need one." I say, "I'm trying to impress upon you that I'm getting your message, Robby." He grins, saying, "Hmmm, why am I suspicious that there's another reason? Probably one of your many other boyfriends beat me to it and told you to get a haircut." I hug him and rub the side of my face against his, saying, "Don't be silly, you're the only one I listen to. I just wanted to show you I'm being conscientious about my appearance," and I lick his ear. Robby mutters, "Tonight it looks like things are trending my way. I love when you're in this amorous mood. Come on, let's get the haircut taken care of and then we'll decide what to do afterwards." Another buzz in my nuts... this is cool. Robby takes my hand as we walk down the steps to the finished basement. I'm walking too close to him like Ryan used to do in the early months of our threesome. Robby looks at me grinning, then says, "Guess what?" I ask, "What?" and he says, "We're going to be the Bobbsey twins like we were our first year together. I'm letting your hair grow out on top so your next haircut can be a flattop like mine. Remember the college kids calling us the Bobbsey twins?" Uh oh, this is awkward. Sonny going to be pissed, but to hell with him, Robby's my real man, not Ray and certainly not Sonny, the twerp. I go, "Oh yeah, of course I remember. I remember our massages too, and how they led to our first kiss that awesome day. And then love followed shortly." Robby chuckles, "Yeah, me falling in love with you, and then about two and a half years later you returned the favor." I go, "Robby, that's so not right, I loved you way before you made Ryan my twin boyfriend." We're in the basement with me pulling my shirt over my head. Robby chuckles again, "You're too much. It was you who called Ryan your twin boyfriend. You coined the phrase, not me. You've always been my true love and lover. And sure, I said at one time that I love Ryan too, 'in a way,' and that way couldn't compare to how I love you and have loved you for years." I sit on the stool thinking I can't burst Robby bubble with the haircut. He thinks he's doing me a favor letting me get a flattop for my next haircut, and he is doing me a favor. I've been wanting to rock that haircut ever since we both had flattops a couple of years ago. Robby cuts only the hairs on the sides and back of my head doing a surprisingly good job tapering the different lengths. I tell him, "You're getting good, Robby," as I check my reflection in the handheld mirror. He says, "Yeah, and it only took me a mere couple of years to get the hang of it. I'll never be as good as you, and you know how competitive I am so I'm trying my ass off, but still can't match your haircutting skills." I go, "That's because I'm a savant when it comes to cutting boys' hair, although I wouldn't know where to start for ladies' hairdos." Robby rubs the hairs clippings off my shoulders as I'm doing the same for my lap. Then I realize I didn't get sexually aroused at all during the haircut. Hmmm, maybe because it's not a short haircut. I don't know, I'll ask Dodger if he thinks I have his fetish. It sure would be cool to have that fetish, and I'd like the foot fetish too if I can manage it somehow. Maybe I can psyche myself into it. Robby brushes his fingers through my hair, saying, "Isn't it an amazing coincidence we both have the exact same hair color?" I say, "It's karma, Robby." He asks, "Whaddaya mean, like fate or predestination?" I go, "I'm not actually sure, but those words remind me of negative thinking, like no matter what you do you're destined to end up with a predetermined result. I don't know what karma is either, I just thought the word was cool-sounding and I was trying to impress you." Robby laughs, "That's what Ryan was doing. He'd memorize the meaning of some obscure word and force it into a sentence. I don't care what his or your vocabulary's like, Dylan. Mine ain't so hot, I know that for sure." I say, "Okay, then let's just say us having the same shade of blond hair is karma, and leave it at that." He chuckles again, "You're so much fun." He kisses the side of my face, saying, "Has anyone ever told you are the best smelling, sexiest boy in the world?" I go, "Hmmm, I don't believe so," and Robby says, "Well you are, and I know boys have told you that; hell, I've told you that myself a hundred times. What do you want to do now?" I suggest, "Go to a movie," he says, "I'm not feeling a movie tonight." I go, "Huh, how about candlepin bowling?" Robby mutters, "Bowling seems like too much work." I shrug, saying, "Well, I guess we could get naked in bed," and Robby squeezes the back of my neck grinning, "Is sex the only thing on your mind? Oh, alright, if you insist." We both knew that's what we were going to do, Robby was just messin' around. As we start up the steps I grab Robby's wrist and pull his arm around my waist, saying, "Show some affection for your boyfriend." He hugs my side, "Dylan, I'm getting a tight dick just thinking about showing you some affection." Taking a page from Ray's and Sonny's playbook, I say, "I'm gonna show my man plenty of affection during our foreplay, too. I've been exercising my tongue so I can demonstrate how much I love you and your body." He goes, "I'm your man, you say? Hey, that sounds sexy, but if I'm your man what's that make you?" This will be a test to see if Robby thinks anything like Ray, so I ask, "What do you think it makes me?" Robby shrugs, and says, "My boyfriend, I guess, same as always. What else could you be except my lover and boyfriend, but I like that you think of me as your man. Makes me feel important like I got promoted or something." Then he laughs, adding, "God, I love you so," and kisses me on my lips at the top of the steps. My arms go around his neck and his tongue goes in my mouth. We do a hot lovers' make-out humping our crotches against one another until Robby gasps, saying, "Gee, Dylan, this feels so wonderful tonight with you." I say, "You're my man, Robby, it always feels wonderful for me when I'm with you. I don't know why I needed you to open my eyes to that fact by making Ryan your boyfriend, too. I should have realized it long before that." He mumbles, "Well, at least that part of my threesome idea was successful, but you and Ryan falling in love was definitely not part of the plan. Even so, I have no doubt of your love for me now, and that's a big concern off my mind." His arm goes around my waist again as we walk into my bedroom. It's funny that Willie was my first boyfriend to hold my hand and walk with his arm around my waist, both things in public, and back then I was mortified that people were staring at us. Now I'm grateful to him for breaking me in on that intimate way of walking with a boyfriend. Willie was just ahead of his time with that, or more accurately, ahead of my time. Now I love it, and even Ray puts his arm around my waist sometimes. Makes me feel special and shows me my man likes being with me. Ray's definitely the one who broke me in on the 'my man' thing, although Willie started it. I get sexually aroused when my boyfriends are 'in charge' and so 'my man' fits the image. Ray's right about that. Everything considered, it's definitely my dating highlight when it's Robby and me, but my other boyfriends are hot, too. Somehow being with them makes me more positive than ever that Robby's my main man. I wonder if acknowledging that my boyfriends are 'my man' is a step towards maturity; you know, because I've learned to know my place. My various boyfriends all seem more mature than me anyway, even Sonny. Oh yeah Sonny, now I'm worried again about how Sonny's gonna react to my longer hair. I'm not really feeling the bravado of earlier when I basically thought, 'fuck him if he doesn't like it'. I'm concerned mostly because he was great last night, especially for my submissive fetish, and I'd really like to experience that again. Damn good thing I got the dildo. Maybe Sonny will be satisfied with that, and it's probably a good idea to get some other sex toys for him to use, too. That might pacify him more than me getting my hair cut like I cut his. Robby says, "Lets get naked right away, Dylan." Yeah, that's a good idea too, and we get undressed together with me thinking that Ryan, Ray, Sonny, and now Robby, all make me get naked first. And I realize I sort of like that, for submissive reasons of course. When we're naked, Robby sits on the edge of my bed, asking, "Did you lock the door?" I look over at it, "Um, I'm not sure, Robby," and he's like, "Well, go check," and as I'm checking the door, I'm thinking, 'Ooou, I liked that little bit of bossiness that Robby showed'. He doesn't even realize it was a bossy move, but he's retained more of his bossy ways than he's aware of. He was very bossy there for awhile during the early months of our threesome when he took complete charge of Ryan and me. Thinking back on those days, I didn't really appreciate what I had, certainly not as much as I should have. Anyway, they were surely awesome times back then. Pushing the locking button on my bedroom doorknob, I say, "It's locked now, Robby." He grins, saying, "Okay, boyfriend, your man wants you to start with his feet, and let me see that devotion for me you claim to have. I love when you do all that licking with your awesome pink tongue!" I play with myself walking back to the bed, then sit down on the back of my calves and pick up Robby's left foot, mumbling, "I like doing it for you, Robby." He says, "You like doing it for your man, right?" and he chuckles, mumbling, "You're really very special whether you know it or not." Taking a sniff of his foot, I mutter, "Your foot smells good, Robby. I've been thinking it'd be cool if I can develop a foot fetish." He laughs out loud, then says, "The things you feel comfortable saying, oh my God, no one else would ever admit some of the things you come right out with." I go, "Chubby says that too, but I only do that with you two. I trust you both with my innermost thoughts, no matter how crazy they might sound." He says, "That's awfully, um, sweet, Dylan. Thanks for trusting me." I look at his fat four-inch uncut cock laying on his nuts and decide I need a taste of that, so I go up on my knees, lean over, and put his cock in my mouth to suck on it with my lips. Pulling back the foreskin with my fingers, I lick the head real fast, my tongue moving all around the fat head, and soon I'm moaning, "Mmmmm." Robby squirms on the bed a little and when his cock has firmed-up, I take it from my mouth, mumbling, "I love your cock, Robby, I'm absolutely in love with it. All the pleasure it's given me, oh man." He chuckles, "Thanks, Dylan, but your cock is the awesome one, not my little thing." I mutter, "Oh, I love my cock too, don't get me wrong, but it's a real contest which one has given me the most sexual pleasure." I stroke mine knowing that's not really true; mine is with me all the time and is constantly creating sexual pleasure for me one way or another. It's just that I want Robby to know how much I appreciate and love him, so saying I love his penis as much as mine is a perfectly acceptable lie. He says, "I watched your cock firm up as you were sucking mine, that's amazing. It's cool seeing the foreskin pull off the head as your boner grows." I shrug, "It's simple, I sprung a boner because I love sucking your cock, just love it!" He smiles, muttering, "This is the way I dreamed you'd someday feel about me, and now you do. It's how I've felt about you for as long as I can remember." Nodding my head and smiling, I say, "I just wanted your awesome cock to feel good for starters, and I hope I can get it feeling better and better by licking your sexy body," and then I sit down on the back of my calves again and pick up his foot. He's smiling and loving the direction things are going for him tonight. Sometimes the stars are aligned just right and we can take it up a notch sexually, and this feels like one of those nights. I put the sole of his foot on my face smelling the instep. It's nice, Chubby's right about feet smelling good. Licking from Robby's heel to the back of his toes a few times, and doing it a little further over each time covers the bottom of his foot with saliva. Robby's wiggling his toes, muttering, "Hey, that tickles." I look up at him and grin as I suck his big toe into my mouth. Robby always keeps his toenails neatly cut and smoothly filed. I don't need to worry a ragged toenail will snag on my tongue or lip. I keep my fingernails neat, but I can't say the same for my toenails. They're a pain in the ass to cut. Licking his big toe and then taking it from my mouth, I tell him, "You're getting a callus on the outside of your big toe." He chuckles, "Don't bite it, please. It's probably my baseball Nike cleats that cause that, I need a half-size bigger shoe." His other four toes are in my mouth now and I suck on them with Robby chuckling and wiggling them in my mouth. Obviously he doesn't have a foot fetish either, but he likes me doing this and it's probably because he gets a charge out of me demonstrating my submissiveness to him, although he'd swear on a stack of Bibles that's not the case. I lick the top of his foot and then I'm licking all around his ankle and up his calves. He has fine blond hairs about a quarter-inch long on his legs. I lick the hairs upwards, opposite the direction they normally lie.Then I say, "You've got more hair on your legs than I remember." He says, "Jeez, if you say so. I've never given it a thought. I do like you giving me a bath with your tongue though, getting your awesome spit all over me. I love to swallow your spit when we kiss too, like it's part of me." I lick his knee, then say, "I've often wished our bodies could combine and I'd be inside you and be totally part of you." He grins. "Fucking is sorta like that." Picking up his other foot and stroking my cock, I say, "Anal sex with you is my favorite thing to do in the world, Robby. When your sperm is shooting inside me I immediately climax. It's the sexiest feeling there is for me." He says, "Me too," chuckling because he just did what I usually do, which is listen to a long compliment and then simply say, 'Me too'. For the next five or six minutes I do the same licking, smelling, and kissing routine to his right foot and leg that I did to his left, and now I'm at the part of his tongue bath that will get my cock as hard as granite. Licking up the inside of his right thigh and continuing on up to lick the side of his scrotum, and then across his shaved pubes, then down to lick across close to his asshole, but not quite touching it. Looking up, I say, "Robby, we need to shave our pubes again. You have a five o'clock shadow down here." He says, "Okay, we'll do it later, I'm enjoying this too much right now." Licking up the inside of his other thigh, and up that side of his scrotum causes Robby to let out a long exhale between his teeth making a, "Ssssssssh," sound. He says, "Wow, that's sexy, Dylan." Getting a hand behind each of his knees I pull him forward on the mattress, just until his asshole is past the edge of the bed. Robby lays back on the mattress making another long, "Sssssssssh," sound, followed by, "Oh yeah, rim my ass." He's decided he loves me rimming him, and who can blame him? I do a few teases by licking the inside of his thighs and scrotum, and then going under his nuts close to his anus, but again not quite touching it. The third time I do that the lips of his hole contract as Robby tightens the muscles of his buttocks. There's enough spit on his thighs by now so I lift his scrotum and lick all over the back of it getting very close to his anus again. Robby shudders and moans, "Mmmmm." The foreskin has almost pulled off the head of his cock as it gets harder and harder. His scent down here is awesome so I put my nose right on the skin next to his balls and take a big inhale while stroking my boner. I can still slide part of my foreskin on and off the head of my cock, but once my tongue is on Robby's asshole my cock will get so hard the foreskin will be totally stretched off the head it protects so nicely. Foreskin is a hell of a nice sock to wear on the head of your cock, when it's not in use. Real cozy like. Now I lap up his ass crack still not hitting his anus, and it begins contracting and relaxing continually as Robby lets out quiet moans and squirms on the bed. After three more teases I lick right over his anus feeling the lips closing and opening against my tongue. Robby gasps and lifts his ass off the mattress for a second. Spreading his butt cheeks wide I lick over his asshole five times and he lifts his ass off the bed again while groaning and moving on the mattress. When I suck on his anus' lips Robby moans, "Uuuummmm, ooooh," and crosses his legs behind my back locking his ankles and pulling me into him. It's constant licking and sucking at his asshole now with lots more squirming and moaning from Robby. My cock is hard and tight up against my belly as a drool of precum escapes my pee slit and runs down the shaft to puddle on my hard nuts. I gasp now as sensations grow and I'm now squirming as much as Robby. Getting my tongue into his asshole, working it in almost an inch, then out and then back in as the lips of his hole squeeze and release, squeeze and release, sort of kissing my tongue. Robby cries, "No more, Dylan, or I'll lose my load." My face is flush as I breathe deeply, slowly raising my head to look at his cock. The foreskin is completely off the head and the fat thing is so hard it's sticking straight up in the air, wet with his precum. I glance at Robby who's moaning, his eyes closed with his head slowly moving back and forth on the mattress. Taking his cock in my mouth I suck the precum off and then push the head into my throat, eliciting an "Ooooh," from Robby. Taking his cock from my mouth and licking all over his scrotum moves his hard nuts around in their sack, then I lick up the shaft of his boner and suck the head back in my mouth again. Wanting another taste of his asshole I pull his boner from my mouth leaving it sloppy with spit, incredibly hard sticking straight up. I go back to licking his ass crack and then sucking on his anus again, feeling like I'm going to cum. I'm waiting patiently for Robby to stop me so he can fuck me when I hear, "Uuuuum, oooh, aaaah," I lift my head and watch as he arches his back, thrusts his hips in the air, and out from the gaping lips of his cock pours an arc of cum. I watch it come down landing on his neck and splattering his chest, as he groans, "Mmmmm," and thrusts his hips fast, shooting three more squirts of spunk that all land on his chest or stomach. My balls ache and my cock throbs as I grunt, "Can I fuck you, Robby?" He moans again, then mutters, "Uh huh, do it." I lift his legs, pushing them towards him while humping my hips and finally hitting his wet asshole that's dripping with my spit. The saliva, plus my precum, makes for an easy entrance and nature takes over from there with my hip hammering my boner up his ass. In less than a minute my squeal of pleasure is followed immediately by a burning, but also beautifully sexual sensations as I fire a long stream of cum inside Robby's bowels. I'm laying against him now, chest to chest, doing short hard humps against his ass as more shots of cum fly from my cock leaving me dizzily exhilarated. Then it gets calmer and my chest moves on Robby's chest smearing his cum between us as he hugs me. My cock's still six inches up his ass feeling wonderful. It's been awhile since my boner's been inside something so warm and tight and slippery, so I begin humping my cock back and forth in this perfect receptacle for a penis. Robby humps against my thrusts, moaning quietly for a minute or so and then we lay still catching our breath and savoring the incomparable sensations of climax. The receding pleasure sensations are soon replaced by the calmness that follows sex. A calmness of sexual satisfaction that seems even calmer compared with of the mountain of a thousand intensely sexual sensations associated with our orgasms a couple of minutes ago. My feet are on the floor and Robby's legs are hooked at the ankle around my waist, his heels resting on the top of my bubble butt. We lay chest to chest like this for, who knows how long, before I straighten up, pulling my softening cock from his ass. It makes a wet, "Plop" sound when the head pulls past his sphincter, that's a bit sloppy with cum drooling down from higher up his rectum. "Ooooh," moans Robby, then, "That was a surprise, wasn't it?" I go, "Uh huh, I was waiting for you to tell me it was time to fuck me." I'm standing now, looking at Robby's awesome naked body. He blinks his eyes, mumbling, "I couldn't make myself tell you to stop rimming me. It was so sexually stimulating I thought I'd lose my mind. A first for us, huh, boyfriend? I mean me having an orgasm from being rimmed." I mutter, "I'll say. I loved fucking you, too." Robby grins, sitting up, then says, "When was the last time you did me?" I go, "I don't know, but this one only lasted about a minute. I was so incredibly aroused by rimming your ass I blew my load in record time once I got my boner inside your fabulous ass." He asks, "Ya wanna try squeezing into your little shower stall together?" I go, "Yep, but let's lay in bed for a while first, and then shave our pubic stubbles before the shower." He lays long way on the bed hugging my pillow, mumbling, "Perfect idea." I lay next to him and hug him, "I love you, Robby. Having sex with you is, and always has been, the biggest thrill of my life." He grins, then does what I do again, by simply mumbling, "Me too." Were both chuckling because we get the private joke, as I snuggle in against my man. I like thinking of my boyfriends as `my man' now. I didn't used to, but Ray insisted he's my man and now I see his point. You can learn something from almost everybody if you keep an open mind. Cuddling with Robby after sex, what could be better? Nothing! We hug and cuddle for quite some time, then Robby takes charge, "Time to get up, Dylan. You get the shaving stuff out and then clean some of the cum off my body before shaving my pubes." Reluctantly I get up to do what I'm told, then lean down and kiss Robby's lips. He smiles as I pad bare-ass into the bathroom. Robby calls after me, "Call me when you're ready. Run the water in the sink to get it warm, too." I'm aware most guys don't like to be told what to do, but I'm not most guys. This is another thing Willie drilled into my head. He knew I was basically submissive and he took advantage of that by bossing me around for two years or so. At first I resisted taking orders, but he was persistent and I gave in to it and now I'm used to it and actually crave it. That's why I didn't have real problems when Robby initiated our threesome with Ryan. Ryan did everything Robby said because he was grateful Robby accepted him as his boyfriend.And soon I was in competition with Ryan, so with very little difficulty I began accepting orders from Robby. He's retained some of that bossiness even though we aren't in the threesome any longer. The same holds true for Ryan giving me orders. I accept that, and really liked him dominating me in sex and I liked his carryover bossiness in our everyday activities, too. The thing about Robby and Ryan is they never overdo the bossiness thing. They're selective with that and I like the way they do it. And now Ray has fairly easily gotten me under his thumb and I've accepted that he's very bossy with me, and very much in charge... I'm used to it all by now. All my boyfriends recognized quite quickly I'd willingly let them be in charge. It took Sonny only about two hours to figure that out. He probably came to that conclusion during our conversation at dinner, and he took charge right from there. It gives me a boner thinking about these things. Very sexually stimulating to me for psychological reasons that I don't understand, but since I like the sexy feeling I get from doing what my boyfriends tell me to do, I don't need to analyze it. It simply is what it is, and I wouldn't have it any other way. There are isolated incidents where I won't do something a boyfriend wants me to, but those times are rare. I think about these things while tuning the radio to an FM rock station, then get out the shaving cream, a safety razor, washcloth, and hand towel. I set them up on the middle shelf of my bathroom's linen closet, where the clean towels and bathroom supplies are stored. I get the water running hot and then tell Robby everything is ready. He comes in and stands comfortably relaxed as I use a wet washcloth to wipe his ass and the back of his legs where my cum is drooling from his rectum, and then I clean his own cum off his chest, stomach, and neck. Then I soak the pubic stubble and get on my knees to spread shaving cream. Moving his flaccid cock around for safety purposes, I shave with the grain... lather him up again and shave against the grain. Lastly I get random hairs off his scrotum and then feel all around his pubic area and redo any spots I feel are a little sandpapery. Standing up and rinsing remnants of shaving cream from around his cock and balls, I mutter, "See if you feel any stubble that I might have missed." Robby rubs his crotch and then strokes his cock, saying, "Perfect, Dylan." Robby does the same for me only I get half a boner from the feel of his fingers on my cock. He grins, saying, "You're a sex machine, ain't ya?" I go, "No! I'm a little bit oversexed maybe, but I'm not a machine." He hugs my neck and kisses my cheek, mumbling, "I'm teasing you, Dylan." After I get the water flowing just the right temperature, we cram ourselves into the shower stall and shampoo each other's hair. There's lots of bodily contact in these close quarters as we're washing each other's body using too much bath gel, our bodies all sudsy and slippery as they slide together. The water pours down on us, rinsing off the soap as we hug and kiss bringing up boners on both of us. After our shower's done, I dry Robby and then he dries me, saying, "I could fuck you right now, but I'd rather do it later." I say, "How about now and later?" He laughs, "We wouldn't have much of an orgasm if I did it now." I'm like, "I don't mind," and he puts his foot down, "We'll do it later. Let's get some ice cream, I skipped dessert after dinner tonight." I mutter, "Okay," but I'm disappointed I need to wait until later to be fucked. As we get dressed Robby says, "We'll go to Sunnydale's for homemade ice cream. They have a new miniature golf course that Travis says is awesome. Let's check it out." I go, "Yeah, that's cool," but given my druthers, I'd rather get fucked twice. After a fifteen minute ride, while we're waiting in line inside Sunnydale's, Bean and Dawg show up. They see us and come over for the posse fist bump and hug with Robby doing it awkwardly. Bean sees that I have a recent haircut and he points at my hair, saying, "That won't fly by Ray, Dylan. He's sending Mark back to you to get his hair cut shorter like Dawg's and the rest of us." I say, "I've already talked to Ray and it's okay." Robby's frowning, wondering what we're talking about, so to get off this subject, I ask, "You guys want to challenge us at a round of miniature golf?" They're all for that, so after we get our cones we wander outside to check out the new course. It's very cool, like new things tend to be. Not at all like the ancient miniature golf courses on the Wildwood boardwalk. All kinds of obstacles between the putting surface and the hole so it looks like fun. We finish our cones and pay the fee and are given four putters and four different-colored golf balls. Right from the first hole, it's obvious Bean and Dawg have played some miniature golf before, this is definitely not their first rodeo. They play the angles cleverly, getting the ricochets they need to get the ball close to the hole, and then they make the putt. I can see Robby's eyes getting serious as his competitive juices start flowing. He and I are a team, so for us to win our scores added together need to be lower than Bean and Dawg's. It gets intense with three out of four players in our foursome concentrating hard, while I'm mostly going through the motions because I'm frustrated with what I perceive as bad breaks. It's more like lack of skill than bad breaks and after four holes Robby and me are already down five strokes. I almost whack my ball off the course on the fifth hole when it does a three-hundred-sixty degree roll around the cup and then comes out. Bean says, "That's another stroke, Dylan," I go, "It was in the fucking cup," and Dawg quietly says, "It's bad luck, Dylan, but you need to count it as a stroke. There was too much spin on the ball." I say, "This sucks," and as Robby pulls me aside and with his arm across my shoulders, he quietly gives me a pep talk. He really wants to win, like he wants to win in everything he does. I assure him I'll bear down, but my mind wanders after a while and I do a little bit of boy watching. There's a couple of worthwhile candidates to ogle, but then I spot this goof with a huge head of frizzy red hair. A big head on a very skinny neck and a skinny body making his enormous head look even bigger. Just as Robby's about to putt I burst out laughing looking at this kid. He looks so funny... that big red head on top of a skinny body all dressed in white. Robby misses the putt because of my laugh and yells, "Dylan!" I say, "I'm sorry but get a look at that goof on the other side of the course." The guys look, and Bean mutters, "Jesus." Dawg quietly says, "He looks like a lollipop," and we all get a good laugh with Bean saying, "A cherry Tootsie Roll pop." We have a good chuckle without Lollipop knowing it's him we're laughing at. Dawg says, "That's a shame, though. The poor kid... we shouldn't laugh at him." I go, "He can't hear us. Plus, he could do something with that frizzy red hair and maybe not dress like a lollipop stick, ya know?" We finish the eighteen holes with Robbie and me losing by ten strokes. Robby, Bean, and Dawg all had scores within one of each other, so guess who had nine strokes higher than everyone else? Robby stares at me for a second until I say, "I tried! Whaddaya looking at me like that for?" The nineteenth hole is a long winding one that's here to give everyone a try at a free game; it's also designed to get the balls returned. A hole-in-one gets a free game. The guys meticulously line up their putts and just miss the hole. Robby says, "Why not let me putt your ball, Dylan?" I go, "No, I'm hitting it," and without even looking I slam it to let out some frustration and it bounces off the windmill and hits a large kid about our age in the leg. He's like, "Hey!" I go to retrieve my ball, explaining, "The kid over there with all the tattoos and piercing's whacked this damn thing. He's a bit crazy and sent me to get his ball. A real bad ass so, ya know, best to let it go." The kid gives Dawg a hard stare as Dawg gazes back innocently, without a clue as to what I said. Then the injured party says, "You tell him to watch his bad ass, okay?" Back at the nineteenth hole the guys watch me putt my second try for a free game. I putt it much too hard and the golf ball bounces off about six obstacles and then goes in the hole. Bells go off and a spotlight flashes for a few seconds. The guy at the ticket counter behind the nineteen green yells over, "You're only the second free ticket winner this summer." I smirk at my golfing partners. Bean and Robby are rolling their eyes, but Dawg pats my shoulder saying, "Great shot, Dylan. That was awesome." I collect my free ticket and we saunter to the parking lot with Bean asking Robby if he's playing softball on Sunday. Robby goes, "Yep, that was fun last week." Dawg says, "You were the star of the game, Rob. We'll win again with you as our ringer." Robby puts his arm across Dawg's shoulders, saying, "You made the play of the game, Dawg. Saved two runs with that backhand stab of that wicked shot hit down the line." Dawg blushes, "Thanks, Rob, it was a lucky catch." We do the posse goodbye fist bump and so forth, and then Robby and me are in the pickup with him saying, "That miniature golf was fun except my partner was off his game today." I go, "Your partner wasn't off his game, that's how he always putts." Maybe I sounded a little snippy because Robby rubs my shoulder and changes the subject, "How do you like your haircut?" Robby always needs a couple of assurances that he did good at whatever it is he did. That's why I'm glad Dawg said what he said about Robby being the star of last Sunday's game... Robby ate it up. The posse boys have more credit now that Robby's endorsed them as well. Ray and the posse boys have worked out better than I could have hoped for. It's just accepted that they're my friends now. Sort of like it's just accepted I'm gay, not the big deal I thought it would be. Just part of the landscape. I assure Robby I love the haircut, so we're cool. Back at my condo we're on the balcony smoking a cigarette with Robby saying, "Being a supervisor has really cut down on my smoking. We're not allowed to smoke on the job. You workers can grab a cigarette at break or when we're not on a customer's property." I ask, "Does Travis smoke?" Robby goes, "No, so there's another reason for me smoking less. I'm glad to cut back actually." Curious, I ask, "Um, does Travis use a condom with you?" He goes, "Not that it's any of your business, yeah, he does. He calls them rubbers like they did in the fifties I think. You and me are the only ones who do it bear ass and I'm not sure that's real smart of us." I say, "I'm a bad influence on you, Robby." He goes, "No way, and you don't smoke too much either, but even if you did you're certainly not a bad influence, smoke-wise or condom-wise. You're one of the best things I have in my life, probably the best." We kiss, then I mutter, "Thanks, Robby, you too." Robby says, "Lets get in bed naked again so I can fuck you properly." We undress and climb into bed pulling the covers over us. My leg moves on some of my cum that drooled out of Robby's ass earlier. How come I always get the part of the sheet with wet cum? That's not important though, what's important is tonight I'm feeling especially enamored of Robby. Like I said, maybe it's my guilty conscience a little, but mostly it's love. I love his scent, it's makes my dick squirm just to rest the side of my face against his and inhale deeply. Just doing that can give me a boner, but the feel of his athletic body will do it too. The hard muscles in his arms and legs, his physique is sexy as hell while his skin is smooth and soft over his muscles and well defined pecs. Both Robby and Dodger were born with an almost perfect set of genes, that combined in the best way possible. Robby's cute and handsome, born with natural athlete abilities, perfect teeth and hair, and beautiful eyes. I'm so lucky he loves me. Laying in bed feeling, tasting, and smelling him is a dreamy sexual experience in itself. Sometimes, like tonight, my awareness of Robby's beauty and sexiness overwhelms me and I grovel against him while muttering words of undying love even to the point of embarrassing myself, but I can't seem to stop. I hug him and rub my body against his and lick his face and kiss him deeply, but it's never enough for me. I run my fingers through his hair whispering in his ear how much I love him and how I'm unworthy of someone as spectacular as he is. He kisses me back and rubs his hands over my body while returning the compliments as our boners rub together and our bare skin makes a subtle sound as we move against each other. At times like this I feel a desperate need to be loved by him and I show my love for him to such a degree it's almost like worshiping him. I can't explain it, I've got a feeling of such deep love for him, every inch of him... his youthful voice, the way he kisses, the way he hugs, and all the other things that make him who he is... I love it all to a fanatical degree. My lips on his ear with my arms encircling his head, I lay full length on his awesome body and never stop squirming on him as he holds me in his arms. I whisper in his ear, "Fuck me , Robby. You'll always be my man and I need my man to fuck me hard and long." He turns his head and our lips and tongue meet for a hot five minute make out. When I think I'll faint from the need for oxygen, I gasp in a deep breath as Robby rolls me off him and gets me on my back. He rustles down the mattress and pushes my ankles up, almost up to my buttocks with my knees in the air. Getting between my legs he pushes back on my knees raising my ass up off the bed and leans his belly in to poke me with his wet boner. On the second poke the wet head of his boner meets my anus lips perfectly and he does a firm hump of his hips sending the head of his cock past my sphincter muscles and I moan at the sexual arousal I'm feeling from the deep pleasure his cock is giving me, "Mmmmm, oooh, Robbbbie, I love you." He grunts and leans in harder and the head of his fat cock spreads the walls of my rectum as the shaft of his fat hard cock spreads the lips of my asshole. I grovel on the bed with saliva running down my cheek. Leaning over my torso Robby pushes his cock the rest of the way up my ass, leans down, and licks the saliva from my chin. Then he licks up the front of my nose three times causing me to inhale his spit through my nose and gulp as it rolls down my throat. Spreading my knees, Robby withdraws his boner and slowly pushes it in again. The third time he does that my shoulder shudder as I whisper his name and push my ass up towards him. Robby pushes my bent legs against my chest and my asshole comes up higher as Robby lifts up on his knees and begins fucking me fast and hard with both of us grunting and moaning. My eyes stare into his eyes as fabulous sensations swarm out from my rectum to reach my belly, balls, and hard cock. Sweat forms between my butt cheeks and his shaved crotch as, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of anal sex joins our cries of sexual arousal, creating pleasure of the sexual kind. My head moves back and forth on the pillow as I try absorbing the fantastic sounds and smells of Robby's and my sex together. He picks up the speed of his thrusts and finally my cock raises off my belly to stick straight up like Robby's cock did earlier. It's a sea of pleasure on a rocking mattress with Robby's sweat from his forehead rolling to the tip of his cute nose and then dropping off to land near my cock. I'm fascinated by the sweat drops while experiencing so much sexual pleasure I'm not even sure where I am. I want this to go on forever and then I feel it coming on me. My balls are hard up against my body, and my cock is so tight it barely moves as Robby rocks us on the bed with fast hard thrusts of his engorged boner that pounds inside my ass. Too quickly I squeeze my eyes tight, scream while humping my hips and arcing my back as a hot stream of cum shoots straight up in the air from my throbbing cock and then drops back down to land on my stomach. Robby makes a strangling noise in his throat, falling forward onto my boner, pushing it back against me as we climax together. Robby's first shot of cum streaks into my bowels as my second shot of cum is trapped between our bodies. Robby's wildly humping his hips against me shooting more cum up my ass as another streak of cum from my boner joins it's brothers between Robby's and my stomachs. Then my head begins to clear a little as I hug Robby to me and hook my ankles together with my legs around him. The sides of our faces are sweaty and hot together with Robby's raspy breathing right in my ear. It's hard to catch my breath, but soon our heart rates drop and we're breathing normally again, limply laying together. It was another wonderful trip to the outer solar system and back with the boy I love. There's nothing but Robby in my brain, only Robby who's my entire world and existence at this moment. A few minutes later, Robby moans, "Oh God, I thought my balls were going to come out of my dick along with my spunk during that amazingly hot orgasm I just had. That was especially hot, wasn't it Dylan?" I go, "I've been extra hot for you all night, this sex with you was hot as the bowels of hell." He sits up and pulls his cock out of my ass with both of us going, "Mmmmmm," through closed lips. Then he rubs my cum around on my stomach with his finger, drawing designs, saying, "Yeah, I sensed you were hot for me and I felt extra heat for you tonight too. Our brain waves must have connected in another dimension without us being aware of it; most likely in the fifth dimension, that hypothetical extra dimension. Something gave both of us extra sexual heat for one another, that's for sure, and we now have one more night to remember forever." I go, "Oh, is that what happened. I'll blame that for me making an ass of myself worshipping you like a god?" He chuckles, "No, that's just the reality of the matter. I've been promoted again, this time from 'your man' to 'your god', and God only knows what my next promotion will be," and he chuckles at that. I say seriously, "Sometimes you actually are like a god to me, Robby. I meant all those embarrassing words of deep love that I said to you tonight. I'm not going to cover it up by joking about it." He looks at me, mumbling, "Me too, Dylan," and we hold hands and grin at each other. Young love, what's better or purer than that? to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Kindly consider a tax deductible donation of any size, no matter how small, to nonprofit Nifty and help them cover the expenses of keep this wonderful story site running. Thank you.