Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2014 19:40:08 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 72 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 72 by Donny Mumford Laying naked in bed with Robby is divine, and at the moment only he exists in my mind. Surprisingly, Robby's sweet loving ways tonight caused me to apologize for my alley-catting, and to that he simply said I shouldn't torture myself with guilt because he's able to see imperfect me as perfection. His idea of true love is one of endless forgiveness. I need to remember that when jealousy invades my brain where he's concerned. Robby's probably a better person than me, but he's not perfect either. We've both admitted we have a need for occasional sexual relief with others, so both our natures are imperfect, but our love for one another is not. It's perfect because we can agree we're not perfect and be okay with it. If our love wasn't deeply felt we couldn't accept that fact, and while others maybe don't understand that about us, we don't care. What matters when it comes to us, is us. At the moment, Robby's gently rubbing the palm of his hand over my body as I lay on my back, with him up on his side supported by his elbow, looking down at me. He murmurs, "Your skin feels like velvet, and under the velvet is the hard body of a young man with the muscular definition I love to feel and see. Your body is a miracle exceeded only by the beauty of your cute boyish face and your irresistible personality. You're very easy to love, Dylan, and I love you unconditionally with every cell in my body, mind, and soul." Robby's blue eyes shine in the darken room as his words mesmerize me and fill me with wonder. A wonder at why I deserve him and his love, and a wonder at the awesome power of young love. Once you've experienced the emotion of true love for someone, a full loving of their whole being with a sexual attraction that's overwhelmingly strong, nothing else will do for you. Once you've reached this apex of human emotion it's powerfully addictive, an addiction that can cause dangerous behavior in you if you think someone is trying to take it from you. I murmur, "Everything you said is true from me to you, and more... you've described the way and reasons for me loving you back like I do. I couldn't have said it as well as you, but I sincerely feel that same way about you." He smiles, then quietly says, "Thank you, I love that you love me, but I think it would be rare indeed for a person to love another as much as I love you. I even love the fact that I love you." I go, "Oh, um, me too." I'm not sure exactly what that means, but ya know... it sounded good. Robby smiles his gorgeous smile and picks up my wrist to checks the luminous dial of my wristwatch, then mutters, "Time to get moving or we'll be late for our dinner reservation." We get out of bed and start getting dressed with me grinning at Robby as I put on his underwear. He shrugs, grinning back at me, and then he puts mine on, saying, "Ya know, I wish you'd stop cutting your own hair, Dylan, I like to do that." I go, "Oh, I'm sorry, it's just that I, um, like it this way," which isn't actually a lie because I do like it okay, but mostly because of the trance I get from the way Sonny cuts it. That thought sends a spike of guilt through my brain and I try remembering that it's okay not to be perfect, which doesn't seem to lessen the guilty feeling I have at this moment. Robby rubs my hair, saying, "No problem, I can cut it like this for you, and I'm afraid I must insist." A buzzing in my balls gets my attention because of Robby's authoritative tone just then. I lick my lips, hmmm, something new perhaps. When dressed Robby takes my hand, saying, "I'm used to holding hands with you now, and you're right about it being sexy. I don't know, but me holding your hand instead of the other way around seems the right way to do it." I ask, "Why's that?" and he says, "Because I'm finally feeling like maybe I am sort of the alpha male in our relationship. You've been encouraging me to be like that forever and I'm getting comfortable with it. It's helped that I'm the boss of our crew at work because I can feel my confidence building day by day. So yeah, I'm growing into the role, one that I was only imitating with you and Ryan last spring. It's fun actually and since you don't want any part of being in charge, it's up to me." I go, "Yep, you're in charge," and then, as we're walking down the steps to his pickup, hand in hand, I tell him about Ryan's email, the one with Ryan saying he realizes he still has feelings for Robby. Robby's thinking about that as we get into his pickup. He looks at me, and asks, "Could I read his email?" I nod my head, and bring it up on my iPhone, then pass it to Robby. The pickup idles in it's parking space with air conditioning bringing down the heat level that's built-up from sitting here the last hour and a half in the hot weather. Finished reading the email, he says, "Ryan says his love for you hasn't lost a degree of heat. That's a weird way of expressing himself." I shrug, "Yeah, you don't rate love in degrees of heat. Sex yes, but not love." Robby hands me my cell phone, "Well, Dylan, you told me awhile ago you two were hot for each other, and that you loved each other in some way, so he got love and hot sex mixed-up." Robby drives away from the curb, as I'm thinking maybe I got it mixed up too. Then I ask, "What'd you think of the things he said about you in his email?" Robby's like, "I don't know really, mostly I wanted to see if it was different from the email he sent me." I ask, "Were they basically the same?" and Robby mumbles, "He went into a little more detail in mine. He told me about the apartment problem too, although he didn't seem too upset about it, and that reminds me..." he was going to tell me something else, except I go, "Um, what extra detail did he mention in your email?" I'm obviously curious about that. Robby glances at me, then back at the road, "He said he loves me and asked for another chance. That's the gist of it, and when we're all back at Merrimack he's nagging for me to reactivate what you call the twin boyfriends." I ask, "What'd you tell him?" and Robby goes, "I didn't tell him anything yet. I wanted to talk to you first. I don't know, he seems to think if he's not in the threesome he may get left behind by us." I go, "Huh." Ryan was quite confident at one point that he could steal me from Robby, which was never going to happen of course, but he believed he could. He also claimed he loved me like he's never loved anyone else and now that we've been apart for a couple of months it seems he's reverted to loving Robby, so that's weirdly inconsistent and makes me wonder if Ryan knows what love is. Robby asks, "What do you think? Shall we give the threesome another go?" I answer his question with a question, "How are you feeling about Ryan?" and he goes, "About the same. No, that's not right, guess I kinda miss him actually. As I'm sure you're aware of, he's a freakin' genius at making-out and oral sex." Yeah, and Robby might be missing Ryan's sucking-up to him too. Robby goes, "You and I were going to decide at the end of the summer if we wanted to commit to each other exclusively, but I don't see either of us being ready for that yet, so why not the threesome. It was fun, wasn't it?" Sidestepping that too, I go, "Chubby thinks it would be like a train wreck waiting to happen." Robby raises his eyebrows, "Yeah, I see where he's coming from, but it's our decision in the end, your's and mine." I'm smelling the back of my wrist like that kid, Dougie Hamilton, was doing in Stop & Shop. And, hey, Dougie's right, I do smell good. Robby asks, "You're not up for being one of my twin boyfriends again, is that it?" I say, "I don't know, I'll go along with whatever you decide, Robby." He chuckles, "Yeah, and that way if it does become a train wreck we'll know who's fault it is, right?" I smirk, "There's great responsibility that comes with being in charge, ya know. I'm just a worker bee-peon, I know nothing." He laughs, "You're cute, that's what you are," and he reaches over and squeezes the back of my neck, saying, "Let's see what happens when school starts. We'll see how we feel about it then. That's what I'll email Ryan." That works for me. No need to make a decision now, not when later is available. Inside Ken's Steakhouse our table is naturally not ready. We're told it'll be a few minutes, so Robby and I exchange knowing glances because, come on, a few minutes my ass. We're at the bar trying to get virgin whiskey sours when a tall kid comes up behind Robby and uses his hands to cover Robby's eyes, pulling Robby against him. I grab the guy's arm, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The kid looks startled as Robby wiggles out of the guy's grasp, turns around ready to throw a punch, then a smile breaks out on his face, as he says, "Andrew, how the hell are you?" They hug with Andrew rubbing Robby's head, muttering, "Rob, I've missed you, buddy." Andrew's about six inches taller than Robby and me, with an athletic build. His arms drop down and both his hands squeeze Robby's butt cheeks, pulling Robby's crotch against his. What the fuck?! Andrew, with his lips on Robby's ear, murmurs, "I'm missing these too." Robby blushes under his tan, emphatically saying, "No, Andrew, don't... what's wrong with you?" Then he gestures at me, saying, "This is my boyfriend, Dylan Newman. Dylan, meet the best pitcher that the town of Framingham's ever produced, Andrew Ventura. We were, um, best friends in my sophomore year at Framingham high before his parents moved him to Jersey." We shake hands, as I'm wondering about the choice of the word 'pitcher'. Hope he's referring to a baseball pitcher. Robby asks, "What brings you back to Framingham?" Andrew smiles a cute smile, and says, "Well, Rob, to see you of course." Robby goes, "No, really," and Andrew goes, "I've got a try out with the Paw Sox, and the scout who recruited me lives near here. I'm staying with him for a couple of days during my try out. The guy saw me pitch at college last spring and took my number. He finally called me and so I'm with him and his wife tonight," as he points at one of the tables in the bar section, although I don't know which one. He continues, "I couldn't believe my eyes seeing the hottest shortstop I've ever known at the bar." Robby grins, saying, "You got that right," and Andrew goes, "Ha ha, it's true enough, Rob. Hey, give me your phone number and I'll make damn sure we.." he glance at me, then adds, "Um, get together, you know, for old times sake." He says that as if he's implying something else. Robby has a funny look in his eyes as he excitedly says, "Absolutely." They pull out their cell phones with Robby giving me a quick glance, blushing again. After recording each other's phone numbers, Andrew gives Robby a shoulder hug bringing Robby's head over to his and I think he kissed Robby's head. He lets go, saying, "Damn, I'm glad I ran into you, but even if I hasn't run into you tonight I'd have found you. You can bet your ass on that. You're better looking they ever, dude. You grew up good, Rob." Robby goes, "Huh, well, thanks, um, you too," and Andrew pats Robby cheek, saying, "I gotta get back to the table and suck-up to the scout some more. God, can I believe it, Rob Dickers. Dude, it's great to see you again! I'll call you," then to me, "Nice meeting you, Danny," and he's off. I watch him sit down with a man and a woman near the back of the room. From the look of them, either the man or the woman could be the scout. They're both squat and weathered looking. Glancing back at Robby I see a guilty expression on his face, as we hear, "Dicker's party of two," from the reception desk. We walk over and a lady with a fake smile leads us to a table and leaves menus, saying, "Enjoy your meal. Kyle will be your server tonight." Another fake smile and she's off. Robby's studying the menu intently as I stare at him remembering what he told me earlier about being imperfect and how true love means endless forgiveness. And what the hell, the summer before sophomore year was almost four years ago. I didn't even know Robby then. He looks up, bites his lip, then says, "Um, Andrew and I were secret boyfriends that whole year. We met when we both were going out for the junior varsity baseball team during the summer tryouts. That was before our sophomore year, and we just gravitated to each other as gays tend to do." I nod, mumbling, "Yeah, I've occasionally noticed that. When you and he get together now, will you...?" Robby says, "Yes, we probably will, but it's not anything more than buddy sex and never has been. We became, like I said, best friends who had buddy sex together. That's the extent of it." I nod, as he nervously give me too much information, by adding, "Andrew's an exclusive 'top' and, um, like I said, we were never in love. I've been honest with you so please don't be upset, Dylan, it's you I love and you that I will love forever. I'm incapable of not loving you even if I wanted to, which is the furthest thing from my mind." I should let him ramble on, but I nod my head chewing on the inside of my cheek, feeling jealousy. Then, looking Robby in the eyes, I say, "I understand and I appreciate your honesty, but lets continue our practice of keeping side sex to ourselves, okay? I don't want to hear about it. Hearing the details just pisses me off." He reaches across the table and takes my hand, "Please don't pout, Dylan, it's unfair of you to resent me experiencing what you experience routinely." I rack-up little white lie number 6071 by emphatically saying, "I resent that because I don't routinely have side sex," and he says, "I'm glad to hear that, and I certainly don't either." I wonder what number that little white lie of Robby's was? It's funny, but not in a ha-ha way, how easily the perfect date can turnout to be not so perfect because of happenstance. Andrew and the coach could have chosen any one of fifty restaurants in Framingham instead of this one. And I gotta wonder how old Robby was when he became sexually active? Maybe our side sex actually is closer to being even then I thought. I may have talked myself into believing it was equal earlier, but I didn't really believe it. As I stare at the menu without reading it, I hear, "Good evening, guys, welcome to Ken's Steak house. I'm Kyle and I'll be your server tonight. What can I get you to drink?" Looking up I see our waiter, who has a cute face and a small grin on his lips. When our eyes meet he seems to be devouring me with his steady stare, which is making be self conscious. I find myself nervously smelling the back of my wrist again, then pull my arm away irritated that I seem to have picked up that habit from Dougie Hamilton, who I met for a mere five fucking minutes! I can't look away from Kyle's stare though. Robby watches me watching Kyle. Clearing my throat and dragging my eyes away from our waiter to the menu, I do a fake cough, then mutter, "Um, I'll have a whiskey sour, please." Kyle says, "May I see some identification?" I stupidly fumble out my wallet and hand him my driver's license, which will prove conclusively I'm not twenty-one. Kyle studies it with a bemused expression on his face, then hands it back to me, saying, "Jesus, you're older then I thought you were, Dylan Newman. One whiskey sour coming up. And for you?" as he looks at Robby, who has a shocked expression on his face now. He mutters, "Ah, the same for me, Kyle," and Kyle holds his hand out, which Robby stares at it, "What?" he asks. Kyle says, "I need to look at something so the head waiter can see I'm checking IDs, if you don't have your license with you show me anything, she won't know the difference." The 'she' being the head waiter I assume. Robby gives Kyle his license and Kyle studies it, then nods his head handing the license back to Robby, saying, "Thank you. You're drinks will be here in a minute or two," and he walks away. "That's a new one, huh, Dylan?" and I go, "Yeah, I didn't expect that." Robby asks, "What were you thinking giving him proof that you're not twenty-one?" I shrug, muttering, "I don't know, it was a brain fart that worked for once. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, ya know." Kyle sort of broke the ice that had built up a little between Robby and me because of Andrew. My reaction to him is unfair anyway, especially when Robby's just told me earlier tonight that he willingly overlooks my imperfections because he loves me. I need to do the same for him, that's only fair. Robby says, "Oh, I meant to tell you earlier, Dylan. My dad has paid for all the supervisors to attend a seminar in Boston this weekend coming up. The seminar is about how to manage the human resources or assets of our company, or any company actually. The assets are the employees naturally, and while it doesn't relate to our division of part time employee as much as the full time ones, dad's interested in my long term management development. We'll be staying over night in Boston for the two day seminar." Wow, this couldn't work out better for me considering I intend going to New York that weekend. I go, "Jeez, that job of yours eats up a lot of your free time. Well, I wasn't going to do this, but since you won't be around anyway I might as well do the bowling tournament Cory asked me to do this coming weekend." Robby asks me about that and I tell him the same little white lie I told Chubby. I'm not sure if the same lie told to multiple people adds to my little white lie total. I mean, it's the same lie not a new one, so why should that count? The drinks come, and as Kyle carefully sets them down in front of us, he says to me, "You don't remember me, do you, Dylan?" I'm a little startled, I go, "Not really," surprised I'd forget someone as hot as him. He says, "You and your brother were at a party I was at. Your brother, ah, was at odds with his girlfriend that night." Well, I remember the party. Chubby and I were getting slightly bombed on vodka and cranberry juice as I recall, but I don't remember Kyle. He asks, "Do you remember Jesse?" Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. Chubby knew him from school and that's how we ended at Jesse's neighborhood party. Jesse, with his short pale red hair was hot, cute, and horny. I got introduced to Jesse and a little later he told me he's a closeted bisexual, and one thing led to another ending with sex in the library. I go, "Yeah, I remember Jesse," and Kyle says, "He's my best friend." I nod my head, pretty sure he's alluding to Jesse confiding in him about our sex. Then I vaguely remember Jesse introducing me to Kyle as his best friend. I go, "Oh yeah, you were with that hot chick." He goes, "Sorta of, yeah," as he takes out his little waiter's pad, asking, "Have you guys decided what you'll have this evening?" Robby says, "Give us a couple more minutes, Kyle. This whiskey sour is awesome, by the way." Kyle says, "Enjoy. Give me a wave when your ready to order," then to me, "Nice to see you again," with meaningful eye contact. Meaning exactly what, I'm not sure unless he too is bisexual and he's coming on to me. He walks away grinning as I'm thinking, 'What a hot looking couple Kyle and Jesse would be'. Robby asks, "What party was that?" I tell him about Chubby and I going out to dinner, it was here at Ken's as a matter of fact, and Chubby knew this kid Jesse so we ended at the party after dinner." Jeez, remembering that makes me realize I have a lot of nerve begrudging Robby some buddy sex with Andrew from three or four years ago. Yeah, but what's up with Kyle? Finished our whiskey sours, Robby catches Kyle's eye and he comes over. Robby grins at him, saying, "Would it be too much if we press our luck and order another drink?" Kyle says, "Not at all," and I then introduce Robby to Kyle, who nods at him saying, "Nice to meet you, Rob. I thought that was you. You played shortstop for Framingham's baseball team, right?" Robby says, "Yeah, I did," and Kyle's like, "Yeah, and you were damn good too," and then we order our food: We'll split a shrimp cocktail for an appetizer, and then for our entree we both order Ken's famous New York strip streak, mashed potatoes, and a salad with Ken's Italian dressing. When Kyle leaves, I get up, "I'm going to the rest room, Robby, be right back." After a much needed pee, I wash my hands thinking about Jesse and me in his library. He fucked me, but not for long because he was so horny he climaxed rather quickly. I was supposed to call him this summer, but I never did. Outside the restroom I see Kyle carrying a little tray with our drinks, he says, "Wait up a second, Dylan," so I stop and wait for him. He goes, "Here," and he uses his free hand to put something in my pocket, then says, "That's my cell phone number. Call me and, you know, either we can go out as a couple or we can see if Jesse's up for a three-way." Holy shit, what presumptive balls this guy's got! I nod towards our table where Robby's sitting with his back to us, and say, "Robby's my boyfriend, Kyle." Kyle's surprised, "Rob Dickers is gay? You're shitting me." Robby had quite a reputation locally because he excelled at baseball and was in the school paper often, and even in the Globe's sport page once in awhile. I say, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure he is," as I put the slip of paper with his phone number on it in the pocket of his white shirt. Good thing we ordered the second drink before this encounter because Kyle's a little put off now. He says, "Jesse said you were an awesome dude, he didn't mention anything about you being stuck-up." I go, "I'm not, really. It's just you might have handled that with a little more, um, tact." He goes, "Yeah, I see your point, sorry 'bout that," and he walks past me. I wait a couple seconds wondering why I turned him down, then remember sitting on my front stoop after turning Ray down and saying out loud to myself, 'You need to do more of that,' or something to that affect. When I'm sitting at our table again, Robby holds up his drink, saying, "To us, Dylan," and I pick up my drink and tap it against Robby's, saying, "To us," and we take a sip. I say, "We need to do something about our apartment rental or we'll be in the fucking dorm next semester. This summer just seems to have evaporate all of a sudden." He goes, "Oh, yeah, I started to tell you earlier. Last week I called the Royal Crest and reserved the best apartment I could. It's a two bedroom apartment, but not the one we had last year. The lady said I needed to drive up there and put a deposit down, but she finally accepted a credit card over the phone. Two months rent is $2600.00." I go, "Jeez, they raised the rent!" Robby says, "A little. It's $1300.00 a month, so $425.00 each, or even a few bucks more than that." That sounds a little better. He says, "By the way, I asked and they do have three bedroom apartments there, but no vacancies." Oh, I thought they're weren't any, but it comes down to the same thing. Our shrimp cocktail arrives with Kyle being professional, but without the friendly attitude he showed earlier. Maybe I could have used more tact too, not just Kyle. Oh well. Robby and I talk about the apartment and our sophomore year, getting excited about it the more we talk. "College will seems easy compared to working all summer. I simply didn't realize how time-consuming it would be as a supervisor." I nod my head at him, saying, "Well, you're an awesome boss, Robby, not that it surprises me." He chuckles, "It was a rocky start though with everyone quitting on me, including my own brother, and then getting in a fight with one of my employees... that wasn't too professional. Especially since it was my boss' son." We have a little laugh at that, although it wasn't funny when it happened. Our dinners arrive and as we eat it as we go down memory lane rehashing our summer on the job, convinced we'll do it all again next summer. For dessert I order my favorite white cake and a coffee... Robby gets chocolate mousse. When we're done he pays with a credit card as I'm thanking him profusely for dinner. Robby's a bit tight with a buck, so getting treated to dinner by him is a special occasions. I was kinda hoping a cute busboy would show up to clear our table, but our busboy looked to be about fifty years old covered with tattoos. Not cool! As we're walking out, I say, "It's nice to go out to dinner with you and not have something fucked-up happen to us like it normally does." Robby chuckles, "Yeah, we had a run of bad luck there for awhile, but we're back on track now. Hope ya didn't jinx us." I didn't, as nothing happened getting out of the parking lot and driving down route 9. Robby asks, "Should we go back to your place?" I go, "I'd really like that, Robby. I missed you all week." He says, "This whole summer has been hit and miss with us, we just didn't spend enough time together. Certainly not nearly as much time together as we were used to at school sharing the same bedroom and all, but we'll make up for lost time soon enough. Hey, I forgot to tell you this too. Last week Dodger called and said they're graduating basic training and they'll be home the weekend we move into our apartment. Bad timing, but I can't wait to see him." I go, "Awesome! I can't wait to see both of them. Connor mentioned in his last email basic training was coming to an end, and that he'd get two weeks off, but he didn't give a date. He's not as excited as Dodger about coming home though because of his shitty home life. Wish we could do something for him." Robby says, "Lets think about that. I'll be commuting to college a few days a week while Dodger's home so I can spend as much time with him as possible, so maybe Connor could spend some time in the apartment the nights I stay home." We talk about that a little, but there's variables involved we're not sure of, like maybe Connor will feel obligated to spend the time with his druggie mother. We'll work something out. It's exciting to think of Dodger and Connor here in person for a couple of weeks. Inside my condo again we go out on the balcony for a smoke. To me it will seem odd getting up for work tomorrow morning after nine days of leisure, but for Robby it's the same grind he's been on, basically since May. We light up Marlboro lights and Robby chuckles, then says, "I remember some years ago having a secret crush on you, before I even knew you, and one day in class I was thinking that if this is how I feel from just having a secret crush on you, how the hell could I ever handle being in love with you." I say, "You handle it quite well," and he goes, "Oh man, Dylan, you have no idea how jealous I used to be over you and that nut-case Worthington. The fucking heartaches were like debilitating, and it's all I thought about. I'm pretty sure I think more about you and our love than is mentally healthy, but I've come up with a philosophy recently. It's that jealousy comes into play basically from self love, and not from true love. I'm not saying I don't get jealous anymore, I'm just saying I'm working on it." I go, "Huh, I never thought of it as self love, but you need to love yourself before you can really love somebody else. Isn't that right? I'm pretty sure I heard that someplace." Robby exhales smoke, then says, "Yeah, I've heard that too, but it doesn't mean putting yourself ahead of others. It's more like having self respect, which encompasses a wide range of things so I guess we all need to figure out what those things are for ourselves, and then be true to them. Something like that." We're quiet for a second as the mood's become serious. I say, "Um, it's like we can chose who we like for our friends, but when falling in love it seems we have very little to say about it. It happens sort of like a friendship that all of a sudden burst into flames, and you all of a sudden realize you're in love. I can't pinpoint when the flame caught fire for me, I just knew I loved you and I knew it was different than I felt about you the day before, and different than I felt about anyone else. Being clever, I figured, 'Oh, so this is love!'. Robby grins, "The art of love can sometimes be largely the art of persistence, like in my case with you. I was determined you'd love me and I wouldn't take no for an answer." I go, "I'm glad you persevered, it takes me awhile to figure some things out. Anyway, the way I see it, if you're sensible about being in love, you're probably incapable of it. Love can be nuts sometimes and ya gotta throw common sense out the window." Robby goes, "Yeah, I like that thought because it kind of justifies my persistence. For me it never was what I expected to get from you, so much as it was what I was willing to give, which in my case is everything. It's also helped me rationalize your alley-catting around as sort of a harmless sowing of your wild oats." I go, "You too, it's not just me," and Robby flicks his cigarette butt out into the night to land where it may, muttering, "Yeah, me too, although I'd give it up tomorrow if you were ready." It always comes down to this roadblock, which I can't get by... yet. Figuring I can't put my foot in my mouth if I don't say anything, I try silence and Robby comes over and gives me a hug. "It okay, Dylan, I can wait as long as I need to. True love doesn't have a happy ending because it doesn't end. At our age, we've got plenty of time." The hug leads to a kiss as I drop my cigarette butt and step on it. My arms go around Robby's neck as our tongues lick together and our lips suck, making wet sounds in the night. The taste of the cigarettes fades and Robby's scent fills my head as my nose moves on his cheek. His body feels so good against mine and his hair feels silky as my fingers ruffle though the hairs at the back of his head, and everything's sexy and special like it only gets when I'm with Robby. His talk of love and forgiveness tonight hit the perfect note with me and made me love Robby even more. It reminded me of the depth of his love for me, and how patiently he waits for me to mature enough to give up the frivolous sex I often engage in. I honestly wish I was ready now, but it's important to be true to myself and not make promises I can't keep. Oh my God, I love him so much though. I love listening to his boyish voice, it's so pleasant and his grin is so fucking cute, his body so tight and his mouth so deliciously sexy. As we make-out a whining sound squeaks out of my throat as sexual desire builds until I want to climb inside his body and love him from inside out. His kisses are so loving and he makes me feel so special, so desired, so loved it's creates a level of sentiment in me that's indescribably wonderful... true love is, in fact, indescribable and that's one of the ways you can recognize it. Robby breaks the long lover's kiss and licks under my chin making a similar whining sound of desire that slipped out of my throat a few luscious moments ago. Our cocks poke out the front of our shorts as we gently hump our hips against one another. Then Robby's hand is behind my head holding the side of my face against his, whispering in my ear, "You drive me nearly mad with desire, Dylan, oh I love you so much. I only wish I had the words to do justice to how many ways I love you. It's taking all my will power not to fuck you right here and now, but I desperately want to do it naked in your bed." I murmur, "Me too, Robby, everything you said," which makes him chuckle, kiss my lips, and take my hand. Another chuckle as he mutters, "Me too, Robby. Jesus, you're so fucking cute," and he kisses me again, then pulls on my hand, "Come on, lets get in bed, baby." I like when he calls me a term of endearment and wish he'd do it more often. Coming from Robby it sounds so perfectly right. I love him and I love the way he loves me. In my bedroom he wraps me in his arms and we do deep kisses with our bodies locked together and soon I feel wetness in my underpants. Not wanting a premature ejaculation, I break off the kiss this time and lick his neck as Robby rubs his hand through my hair. Taking a deep breath, Robby pulls my shirttail out and pulls it up so I raise my arms and he takes my shirt off. I begin unbuttoning his pink dress shirt, but Robby grabs his shirttail and pulls it over his head like it's a Polo shirt. He's at the button on my shorts now and my shorts are soon around my ankles, then Robby's underwear, that I'm wearing, joins my shorts and I step out of them. Robby drops his shorts and then my underwear that he's wearing. Naked now we hug and both sigh, "Mmmmmm, aaaah," at the feel of each other's bare body. Another long kiss clutching each other almost frantically, then he takes my hand and we step over to my bed. Robby pulls the covers down to the foot of the bed and we lay on the bed with Robby under me. The feel of his skin against mine and his muscular body sends a shiver through me as I snuggle and squirm against him. Precum from both our cocks is smeared around our groins as we kiss, moaning with arousal. I want to taste him so I lick across his lips and then his chin and down his throat and across his chest to suck on one nipple and then the other. As I shimmy down his taut body I lick a wet line down to his belly button and stick my tongue in it and move it around with Robby moaning and squirming under me, his hands caressing my head and shoulders like the massages that we gave each other early in our relationship, the massages that eventually led to all that's followed. My nose drags on his skin filling my mind with his unique, indescribably sexy boyish scent. It drives me crazy with desire. Licking down to his groin I need to takes his hard cock in my mouth and suck precum from his balls as he groans and writhes on the mattress. Not daring to suck on his cock for long, afraid he'd climax in my mouth, and I want it up my ass. I lick and suck his nuts and under his nuts close to his asshole. Robby grunts, "No, Dylan, I'll cum," so I scoot back up to a panting Robby, who says, "I need to feel my cock inside you now, I can't wait any longer." Smooth as a cat he's behind me lifting my hips so I go up on my knees with my face on the pillow where Robby's head was laying. I'm inhaling his scent anxious to feel his boner in my ass. Glancing back I see Robby on his knees, he's taking deep breaths, probably calming his need for climax. Then, with his boner's in his fingers, he hops up to my ass. The wet head of his boner pokes my right butt cheek, and then it's at my asshole spreading the lips of my anus. Robby moans, "Oh God, I love this," and he humps his hip pushing his cock's head inside me as we both go, "Ummmm, oooh, aaah, ooh...." It feels so fucking good! He waits a bit rubbing the palms of his hands up and down my back, pressing hard, then his hips buck again and a couple inches of cock goes up my ass. My shoulder shudder as my back arches, with me moaning, "Mmmmm, oooh, ooh, God that feels good, Robby." Deep breathing through his nose as Robby rubs my back tightly again. He smacks my ass a stinging slap and pushes the rest of his hard boner inside me leaning his groin tightly against my buttocks as we both moan again. Leaving his boner fully impaling me, Robby leans down and kisses, then licks my shoulder as he moans quietly, then murmurs, "Oh, baby, I love how your body smells and tastes... it's so delicious I could eat you." I'm in ecstasy having sex with my true love, but can't say anything at the moment. I can only moan with deep sexual arousal. Having his cock up my ass is a glorious sensation. My ass feels filled with his incredibly hard penis and it's just so fucking perfect. Straightening up now, Robby grabs my hips with both hands and starts steadily fucking me to a chorus of pleasure moans from both of us. We seem to have an unspoken agreement about moaning our hearts out as the sensations build. Sometimes it's embarrassing to be so demonstrative, but with both of us doing it, no problem. A steady, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sound of his shaved groin against my ass cheeks brings a smile to my lips even as I moan, "Aaah," with each drive of his fat-headed boner up my ass. "Slap, slap, slap," and "Aah, aah, aah," from me mixed in with "Ooh, ooh, ooh," from Robby. There's nothing in my world that feels better than this... nothing. Our sex earlier in the evening makes it possible for this sex to go on for a longer time, and if I had my way it'd go on a lot longer then it probably will 'cause I'm sensing my balls manufacturing spunk, and at an alarming rate. When they're overloaded with it something's gotta give. My ass is alive and buzzing with incredibly erotically sexual sensations that have me moving my head on the pillow constantly with my moans of pleasure and me humping back into his thrust increasing the sounds of the, "Slap, slap, slap," from our bodies colliding, which in turn increases the tone of my moans. Robby begins making desperate sounds as his orgasm prepares to fire off while my cock is throbbing with tightness, the foreskin completely off the head. Robby's becoming increasingly reckless, thrusting his cock back and forth in my ass more quickly and then, at the same time, it's upon us both. I squeal arching my back and then thrusts my hips while jettisoning a hard tight stream of cum that splashes under my chin just as I feel a stab against my rectum wall where Robby's first sharp shot of cum hit. It's squishy in my ass now as I'm firing off four quickly follow-up spurts of cum that has my body jerking around and me babbling with spit running down my chin. The enormous indescribable sensation all over my body at the height of climax leaves me weak and trembling. I've got my cock in my fist stroking it even as I feel dizzy from the cascade of sensations that have spread from my rectum and cock outward to my stomach making my whole body shudder. Robby lays on my back breathing deeply and I love feeling his heart beating fast against me. His arms hug around me with the side of his face against the back of my head as he continues doing lazy thrust of his cock in my cum-saturated asshole. Another little shudder from me and the last sensations of climax sizzle around my cock and ass and then fade out leaving me limp, but very contented and happy. Slowly I move my legs back on the mattress until I'm laying flat with Robby on my back. My own cum smears my belly and chest where my shots of spunk came to rest after being launched from my now flaccid penis. We lay like this for maybe two minutes without talking, and then Robby groans, "Oh God, how sweet was that... wow, what a climax. Only with you, Dylan, do my balls try coming out with the spunk, Jesus, that was good." He gets up on his knees, pulling his cock from my ass making a wet sucking sound. Robby smacks my ass chuckling, "Damn, you're a treasure, Dylan. There's something so special about your ass. It's a freak of nature, but in the best way possible." I roll over onto my back, almost falling off my twin bed, take a deep breath, then say, "Sex is always special with you, Robby, 'cause true love is involved and it adds that certain something that takes sex to the top of the mountain and out into space. It's really special for me." Robby smiles at me, "Thank you, that makes me feel really good. You make me feel good all the time, and I loved our date tonight. It was extra special because we tried to articulate our love. That's really hard to do." I go, "You do it very well actually, and not just tonight either. It's a special warm comforting feeling being loved by you." He flops down next to me and puts his arm across my chest, then laughs, lifting his arm. "Your cum, I believe." It got on his arm from me laying in my own cum. I go, "Yeah, it's mine, but it's your fault it flew from my dick like a runaway locomotive." His arm goes back across my chest as he snuggles up against me, asking, "Have I told you lately that I love you?" I go, "No, not lately," and we kiss, then he says, "I love you like I love breathing, I love you like teens love texting, I love you like I love Swedish fish candy." I go, "Hold it right there, Robby, you may have told a fib 'cause there's no way you love me like those red gummy yummy candies, no fucking way!" Robby laughs, "Yeah, maybe I over did it with that. What's that flavor in Swedish fish anyway?" I go, "Hell, I don't know, but I love how those damn things taste." We lay here goofing with each other, groping bodies and acting silly. Then we take quick separate showers feeling satisfied and in love. I walk Robby to the front door where we make-out for a few minutes. Robby says, "I can hardly wait until we're together 24/7 at Merrimack." One last kiss and I watch him all the way to his pickup, feeling loved and in love. Robby pulls away with a wave and a toot of his horn. I smile to myself thinking he had no way of knowing I'd be watching him from the window until he drove away, except he knew... to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help with expenses of maintaining this huge site. Thank you.