Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 10:25:26 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 95 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 95 by Donny Mumford ============================================= Just a little heads up before you start reading about 'Dylan'. I have two books published that are available on Amazon and perhaps you would like to order and read.(Actually one book and one short story. Read the short story first). There about 'Oliver' whom you are probably aware of from Nifty. You can easily find them by searching for 'Donny Mumford' at the Amazon web site. And I would appreciate it if you would provide a comment at the site for the stories as well. Thanks. Donny Mumford ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sunday's brunch is delicious, everything turns out perfectly. There's lively conversation around the table from all four of us. We're a close knit little family and we're all living relatively happy lives. Few things are perfect, but at the moment none of us is experiencing anything problematic enough to share with the others. That is, except at times in a humorous way. For instance, the moms jokingly maintain their running gag that they'll need to go on a diet to lose the extra weight they put on at brunch. They're kidding of course, and even though this morning they did finish more than they usually eat, neither of them is remotely close to being overweight. Chubby complains, tongue in cheek, about the juggling act he goes through handling two girlfriends who both think they're his only one, and I share a funny version of our trip to see Robby in the hospital and how we stayed with him for over an hour on a fifteen minute visitor's pass, and then got kicked out by a grumpy nurse. When we've eaten all we can, Chubby and I begin cleaning up the kitchen smirking at each other while watching the mom's fuss over the wrapping of a baby's gift. When the gift is wrapped to their satisfaction we know both moms will then spend an hour and a half getting ready for the baby shower that someone is having this afternoon for one of the waitresses they work with. Finished the cleaning up process, Chubby now wants a haircut and then we're going to the mall shopping for more clothes. It's fun starting off a school year with new things to wear. We've been buying new clothes for up coming school years as long as I can remember. Ever since Chubby and I started working we've paid for the new clothes ourselves. That feels right to us and it gives the moms some extra money to buy something nice for themselves. We all live pretty much from pay check to pay check, which sometimes doesn't amount to much after paying the bills, but we've never felt especially poor and none of us owes money. We don't run up charge cards... we use debit cards only, living within our means. It's the way the moms taught Chubby and me to be, and consequently the money problems many people fret over is not one of our concerns. Sure, Chubby borrows money from me once in awhile, but what's mine is his so that's no problem. It feels good being part of this family. In my finished basement Chubby pulls his t-shirt over his head, asking, "How about a cool haircut like the one you have, bro?" I go, "Sorry, Chubby, I don't feel I have the skill for that one." He goes, "Shocker! I didn't think there was a haircut you couldn't do." I shrug, "So now you know my secret. I'm a rare haircutting savant, but there's still one haircut even I can't do. Don't spread it around though or guys might lose confidence in me." He chuckles, then says, "No they won't. Um, doesn't 'idiot' go with that 'savant' thing you mentioned?" I go, "Not in my case, I'm rare in that regard as well, so I don't have the idiot part. Anyway, I need to shampoo your hair before the haircut." He goes, "I shampooed my hair in the shower last night." I say, "Don't argue with your barber! Come in the half bath with me." He laughs, "Yeah, okay, why not." He follows me in and sits on the chair in front of the sink. I tilt the chair back, mumbling, "The salon treatment includes mandatory shampoos now, basically because I like doing shampoos and most of the guys like it too. You know, after they get used to it." I massage his head and then his shoulder for a minute. Chubby asks, "Um, is this part of the shampoo?" I go, "Yep, but mostly it's because I'm gay and I like touching your sexy self." He makes a face, muttering, "Touch away, it feels good." Chubby has always smelled special to me from way back when we slept together in the same crib as little tots, and nothing's changed as far as his scent goes... I still think it's awesome. I do a really good massage for Chubby and he soon closes his eyes and relaxes completely. After a few minutes I turn the water on, get it the right temperature, and then wet his hair and pour on shampoo. His hair has nice texture and I like running my fingers through it, which I do for much longer than necessary. He doesn't complain though, just chuckles once in awhile. Finally I'm satisfied and rinse the shampoo out really well, then dry his hair with a towel before finishing with the noisy hair dryer. When I turn the hair dryer off, Chubby asks, "That's it? That's the end of it already?" I say, "Yes, except for this," and I do a long kiss on the side of his forehead and spring half a boner in the process. There's a possibility I'm slightly oversexed. He smiles, "I was waiting for that kiss. I thought you forgot." I say, "That's my favorite part of the shampoo." He wants to know, "Does everyone get a kiss?" I go, "Of course not, you muppet," and he mutters, "Muppet, what the fuck...?" We walk back into the basement where I ask, "What are you thinking about buying at the mall. What kind of clothes." He says, "Stuff you point out that's cool." Ha ha, to that. I mutter, "Oh, of course! Now, what kind of haircut do you want?" Chubby shrugs, "Well, are you still unable to do a fade haircut like the one you have?" I say, "Yes, I haven't learned that technique in the last fifteen minutes, so I still can't do it." He's like, "How disappointing. Okay, then I'll go with our old standby, the buzz cut." For the fun of it Chubby and I do nonsensical talking like we've been doing here. It's our own little thing, it's silly but we don't care. He has the nicest brown hair and it looks good in any haircut, but especially a buzz cut because it's dense hair and therefore no scalp shows the way it does with some guys. Those guys shouldn't wear their hair in a buzz, but they aren't style conscious enough to realize their handicap. Style is another one of those things that's very subjective and then there's the unfortunate guys and girls who don't have any concept of style to start with. I get out the clippers and while buzzing my brother's hair, he says, "I'm getting a nip ring today in addition to new clothes. How much did your's cost?" Un oh, how much did it cost? Mine was paid for by John and the cost never came up, but I don't believe I've ever mentioned that minor detail to Chubby. I take a guess and say, "It was fifty bucks, but a lot depends on the type ring you get. By the way, it only takes a second for the piercing, but it might interest you to know you'll be in a world of pain for longer then that." He shrugs, "No matter the pain, I've got no choice, you have a nip ring so I gotta get one too. It's what we do." Actually it's what he does. I got my ear pierced first and the tattoo, so Chubby got the same. Then I got my other ear pierced and Chubby did too, and now the nip ring. Kind of flattering my brother wants to get whatever I get. Chubby says, "Whatever my big brother gets, I want it too. That's the way us little brothers think." I go, "Un huh." He's two days younger than me. He asks, "Will you hold my hand during the operation?" I say, "Yes, the entire one second it takes to do it." I do a half inch buzz cut for Chubby and then run my fingers through it to dislodge random loose clippings. I think he looks so cute I need to kiss him again, so I do. He's finally become used to me kissing him, but only recently relenting entirely and I'm assuming he's probably realized I'm going to do it anyway. Plus, by now I think he likes it. As I use the trimmer to outline around his ears, I ask, "Where are you getting this piercing done?" He shrugs, "I don't know. I'm not organized enough to have planned that far ahead." I say, "If you really are going to do it we'll go on line and find a professional body piercer." He mumbles, "Yeah, a pro is what I need." Done his haircut Chubby sweeps his hair up off the floor while I put the clippers away, then we go out on the balcony for a cigarette. Chubby looks at the sky, muttering, "Hot," meaning the weather. He lights a cigarette to share with me, like we're in the habit of doing. When sharing a cigarette with him I always lip it and he always grins at me when I pass the wet-filtered cigarette to him. Today is no different. Chubby takes a drag off the saliva-saturated filter, as I ask, "How's it feel not being a teenager?" He exhales, then says, "Surprisingly, it feels pretty much like I felt as a nineteen year old, but speaking of age, old people have problems I'll bet you haven't considered." I ask, "Is this going to be a joke? That was a fairly awkward segue." He says, "Joke? No, no, MJ's father told me this. He was at the doctors last week and the doctor told him about an eighty-five year old man, a patient who was in to see the doctor earlier that day. The old guy was interested in knowing what his sperm count might be." I ask, "He still has sperm?" Chubby goes, "Apparently he wants to know if he does." I go, "Why?" and Chubby's like, "I don't know." He passes me the cigarette after he also lips the shit out of it, and says, "Anyway, the doctor hands the guy a jar and tell him to bring a semen specimen back the next morning. The next day the old guy shows up with the jar as empty as it was when he got it the day before. He tells the doctor he tried with his right hand and then his left, but without any luck. He asked his eighty year old wife to try. She gives it her best with her right hand, then her left, but nothing so the last thing she tries is an attempt between her legs, but no luck there either. They decide to ask the old lady next door, but she can't do any better then the two of them. The doctor goes, 'What, you asked your neighbor?' The old fellow says, 'Yep, we were desperate, none of us could get the lid off this fucking jar!' So, ya know, strength's a problem the elderly have you might not think of." I stare at him a second, then blurt out a laugh, muttering, "What bull shit." Chubby says, "Ya think? Did you hear the one about a church?" I say, "Nope," and he goes, "Well, during church service it's time to pass around the collection plate. The preacher sees a hundred dollar bill in among all the ones and five dollar bills. He holds up the hundred dollar bill and ask who was so generous to donate a hundred dollars. He wants the person to stand up, so a very gay man reluctantly stands up and looks around as the flock applaud his generosity. The preacher thanks the man and asks him to pick out three hymns that he likes. The man points, saying, 'Him, and him, and him'. I go, "Sure, mock us gay guys," and Chubby laughs, giving me a hug. "I love ya, bro." We finish the cigarette while talking about nip rings and now Chubby's getting nervous about it, mainly concerned about how painful it will be. His bravado about getting his nipple pierced is slipping fast. I tell him the nipple is dense with nerve endings so it's probably the most painful piercing next to getting the head of your dick pierced, but luckily our bodies produce endorphins. They rush in when we're really nervous or scared to help deal with the pain. "It's the fight or flight response." He says, "Talk about bull shit! Really, how much does it hurt?" I say, "Lots, so I suggest you don't do it." He goes, "Oh, I'm doing it alright, I just want to know what to expect." I go, "It's not for pussies, I'll tell you that much." It seems body jewelry is the latest fad following tattooing that seems to have taken off the last fifteen or twenty years. Us humans are basically lemmings follow each other off a cliff. I can't imagine what the next fad will be. What's left? We go to my computer and find a number of professional body piercers, but none in the Framingham or Natick malls. A tattooing and professional piercing studio is on the way to the mall, so Chubby says, "Convenient, I'll use this place." We call ahead and are informed we can walk in and take our chances on not waiting too long. Down to the Jeep we go. Chubby drives and on the way he tells another joke. I'm pretty sure he's telling these jokes to get his mind off nipple piercing, the big baby. He says, "This private Catholic girls school was having a problem with girls wearing lipstick and kissing the mirror in the girl's lavatory. Every night the maintenance man would remove the lipstick and the next day the girls would put them back on the mirrors. The principal, Sister Mary, is pissed-off about this and decides to put a stop to it so she calls the custodian into the girl's lavatory, and then all the girls crowd in. Sister Mary tells the girls it's a nuisance removing the lipstick every night and then she has the custodian show the girls what he has to go through to clean the mirror. The man dips his long-handled squeegee into the toilet and began squeegeeing the lipstick off, repeatedly dipping the thing in the toilet water. The girls are horrified, but this was the last time he had to clean the mirrors of lipstick kisses." I puff my cheeks out, and let the air out slowly, then say, "If you tell me one more bad joke I'm going to scream! Who tells you these jokes?" He says, "Mister Foster, MJ's father. I have to laugh at the jokes because he's my boss. I'm telling these jokes to you because I'm nervous." I say, "Well, then don't get your nipple pierced. Sure, it's kinda cool, but if I had to do it over again I wouldn't do it. You know what I'm going to do... I'm taking my ring out so neither of us has one." He says, "I'm not scared, I'm a little nervous, that's all." I say, "It's dumb, I'm taking out the ring, so now if you get one you'll be the only one of us that has a nip ring. I'm serious, I don't want you to do it." He asks, "You'll really take it out?" I go, "Yep, right now," and pull up my T-shirt to gently slide the ring out of the piercing, quietly muttering, "Ow." He asks, "It still hurts?" I tell him it takes up to six months to heal. Chubby mumbles, "Jesus, glad I don't need to get one now," then he grins at me, and says, "Thanks, Dylan." I toss the ring out the window, then repeat to Chubby what he said to me the other night when he skipped work to stay with me while I waited to find out Robby's condition after the accident. I say, "Well, there are certain inherent requirements that comes with being one of the two greatest best friends and brothers the world has ever seen, so... ya know." He says, "Yeah, I know, thanks, bro" and he reaches over to give my shoulder a squeeze. The whole thing got me a little choked up, but I'm always too emotional. We drive the rest of the way to the mall in silence exchanging grins. I'm really glad I tossed that ring out the window preventing Chubby from experiencing the pain. And, maybe my piercing will heal faster now, and also tossing the ring was like a final 'fuck you' to John and Billy. Enjoy New York, ya losers. I expected one or both of them to call me. Sure, I was going to blow them off, but they never even called. Hmmm? Oh well, inside the mall we immediately take the escalators to the second floor planning to first peruse Macy's men's clothing section. A large selection of things are usually on sale there. Macy's is at one end of the mall with Sears at the other end, although we don't ever shop at Sears. In between are about thirty stores and eateries on either side of a wide open space in the center of the second floor oval. When you look down the open space in the middle you see all the kiosks below that run down the center of the first floor. I hate walking by those kiosks because some of them have sales people who stop you with a high-powered sales pitches. To avoid that we always go up to the second floor immediately. Anyway, walking towards Macy's I see these two large woman who apparently are like long lost friends. They're on opposite sides of the open space and are both pointing at the other and squealing like they're surprised and delighted to see one another. Both of them start running around the oval towards each other, knocking people out of their way with their large bodies as they huff and puff in their impression of running. When they meet outside Macy's they do an enormous big-breasted hug while jabbering in high pitched voices. They form a lump of human flesh that's gotta weight six hundred pounds between the two of them. Breaking apart after their collision one of the woman's necklace gets hung up in the front of the other's sweater ripping a huge snag in it. I start snickering because it's a ludicrous sight. I'm covering my mouth so my mirth isn't too obvious, but then it gets funnier when they begin moving around attached together by the jewelry. They're trying to pull apart, but the snag in the sweater just gets bigger and bigger. It looks like they're doing some kind of big ladies awkward dance shrieking like lunatics while they're doing it. The bigger the snag gets in the sweater the more the expression changes on the face of the one wearing the snagged sweater. Her expression is quickly turning from happy to an expression approaching pissed-off status because the other large person is now pointing and laughing at the snag. The size of these two makes it all the funnier to me. I'm bending over laughing so hard now I can't catch my breath, but I can't stop watching them. Chubby and a lot of others have spotted them too, but most didn't see the initial flopping together that caused their predicament. Most of the gawkers, including Chubby, are like, "What the fuck?" I'm gagging from laughing, so I can't tell him how it started. These two attached huge woman have attracted quite a crowd of gawkers and now some old guy's trying to help untangle the jewelry from the sweater and he's copping some feels on those four humongous breasts in the process. The big momma hooked to the sweater starts slapping his hands and finally gives one big pull and the sweater's snag becomes a large rip exposing the other woman's giant bra that's stretched to the limit. The fat lady with the ripped sweater points at it and the two woman now get into a heated argument with the old man acting as referee. By the time Chubby and I pass them on our way into Macy's things have turned nasty, but I don't get to see how it ends. A fractured reunion, fer sure. But oh God, I'm weak from laughing, and inside Macy's I tell Chubby what happened. He says, "Crazy shit always happens when you and I go anyplace." I'm nodding my head still bursting out with short laughs almost like coughs, but that finally peters out. Goddamn, there's always some crazy shit going on at the mall. We look at the Polo section of Macy's first, but even on sale their clothes are silly expensive and none of the new stuff is on sale anyway. We drift out of the Polo section to other brands of clothing checking out a lot of choices. It takes a little over an hour before we're done shopping and ready to check out. Chubby chooses a check out counter with a cute chick at the cash register. She has a really cute smile too and Chubby keeps her chuckling as she rings up our new stuff, including: my $38 yellow t-shirt that's slim fit with a V neck made out of flimsy material that feels like thin silk, but isn't. It's on sale for $14.98. Next is Chubby's gray t-shirt with a big Mickey Mouse graphic on the chest that cost $19.98, but there's a 20% discount off that. I'm buying a INC International concept t-shirt that's color blocked. The top part is yellow, the middle gray, and the bottom third is light blue. It's very cool with a sticker price of $29.50 but a 20% discount comes off at the register. Chubby's got a black t-shirt with big lettering on the front that spells out: 'WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I DON'T CARE' that cost $20 with 20% off at register. He's chosen a Club brand dress shirt, long sleeves with button down collar for a preppy look. It's pink and I get an aqua colored one. They're $38 shirts selling for $19.98 with another 20% off at the register. Macy's is big on the extra 20% off sale prices this year. Chubby also chooses $40 505 Levi jeans, straight leg in a dark stone wash color and I get a pair of off white ones. Both on sale for $20.98. Two more t-shirts. Chubby's is red with different size letters on front spelling out, 'YOU WERE BETTER-LOOKING ONLINE' and I get one that's gray with a big teddy bear on the front with words over the teddy that read, 'AVAILABLE FOR' and under the teddy, 'SLEEP OVERS'. We both get Champion's eco fleece sweat pants, a gray pair for Chubby and blue for me at $40 each with the normal 20% off at check out. Other design t-shirts we brought were all $20 with the 20% discount bringing the price down to $16. Behind the checkout counter is the woman's clothing section where I spot a woman taking a couple of dresses into a changing room with her three or four year old son. A minute later the little kid comes storming out of the dressing room leaving the door open behind him, giggling like mad. His mother stands there in her underwear yelling for Robert to "Get back in here," as she covers up. The dressing room doors only come to within two feet of the floor so Robert busies himself looking under the doors into the two other changing rooms, both occupied. The mother has her slacks back on and she comes after her little boy just as one of the changing room door opens and a woman comes out saying, "Try teaching your child some manners." The mother says something back that I don't hear, but it looks nasty. The mother picks the kid up abruptly and stalks away as he starts screaming getting Chubby's and the sales clerk's attention. Jesus, does that kid have a set of lungs on him. The mother leaves the new clothes in the changing room with the door hanging open and the kid's screams fade as the mother heads for the door and it's all got me laughing again. Chubby goes, "What?" and I tell him what happened as the sales girl puts everything, all mixed together, in four plastic 'Macy's" bags. We both give her debit cards and she rings up half the bill on each, saying, "Some cool stuff ya got here, guys. Back to school stuff, huh?" Chubby says, "Yeah," and she's like, "What grade are you going into?" Chubby smirks at me, then says, "We're sophomores," and she says, "I thought so. Framingham high, right?" and I go, "Yeah, do you go there by any chance?" She says, "Oh my God, no! Well, I went there, but now I'm going to community college." Chubby and I go, "Oh, that's so cool, college!" and she says, "So is high school, boys. I had a blast in high school, enjoy yourselves, you're not freshman anymore. You're both cute too so I'll bet the girls can't keep their mitts off you." Chubby goes, "Would you go the sophomore hop with me this year? You can teach me to dance." We get the giggles," as she says, "Oh, I'm sorry, but going out with a high school kid, wouldn't be too cool. It's like robbing the cradle," and now Chubby and me are laughing out loud at how nuts this is. We basically were doing more nonsensical jabber to entertain ourselves. Sophomores in high school, fer real? Jesus! Get a clue sweetie. We've been in goofy moods all morning. We wave goodbye to the sales clerk as she takes a call on her cell phone. Oh man, Chubby's fun to hang out with... sophomore hop, right! We head for the food court to get something to drink. Basically, everything Chubby and I bought will be worn by both of us and that means we in effect double our wardrobe. In the food court we get Dunkin' Donuts coffees and sit at a table looking through our new duds. Chubby says, "All this stuff, plus the clothes we bought a week or two ago, are all like free." I ask, "What do you mean, they're free?" and he says, "Well, we saved about a thousand dollars last year by making our own coffee instead of paying almost two bucks a cup from Dunkin' Donuts like we used to." I go, "A thousand dollars? Where'd you come up with that number?" He goes, "On a Comcast TV ad, although I'm never quite sure what they're advertising." I mutter, "Well, if it's on TV it must be true." I'm looking over the sales receipt, and say, "Huh, she forgot to charge for one of the sweat pants. I guess there was so much stuff she just overlooked my pair of sweats." He says, "How do you know it's your pair? We both got the same sweat pants." I go, "Yeah, but mine are blue," pointing at the sales slip, "See, it says gray sweats." He goes, "Well that just sucks!" I laugh, "We split the bill right down the middle so what difference does it make?" He smirks, "Oh, yeah, heh heh. We fucked Macy's." It's very doubtful we fucked Macy's even though the sales clerk didn't charge for one piece of clothing. Ya gotta wonder what Macy's paid for all this stuff. Take the t-shirt that originally sold for $35 and is now on sale for $19.98, plus another twenty percent off that at check out. Ya know their not losing money with the discounted prices so what was the mark up on the originally priced $35 t-shirt, and I wonder if some fool actually paid the full price for it. Ray's brother, Elliot, and Elliot's boyfriend, Jay, come into the food court carrying Macy's bags, and I call over, "Guys, whassup?" They come over with Elliot giving me a big smile and Jay looking serious as usual. We bump fist, then Jay says, "That's a cool fade haircut, Dylan, where'd you go for that?" I tell him and he says to Elliot, "Maybe I'll try giving you a fade haircut next time, Elliot." Jay's worked with his mother at times in a salon doing guys and girls, woman and men's haircutting. Frankly he never gives Elliot a haircut as good as the ones I do. Elliot says, "Sure, Jay, whatever you say." Jay's the dominant partner in their relationship. They drop their bags next to ours and go to one of the food stations for iced drinks, then sit down with us. I ask, "Have you ever done a fade haircut on anyone, Jay? It looks difficult." He says, "No, but I have a good idea how to do it. I'll practice on Elliot." Well, that's better than practicing on me I guess, not that he's ever given me a haircut. Elliot says, "Jay's very talented," and Chubby goes, "So, why are you going to community college then, Jay. Why not barber college, or whatever it's called?" Jay runs his fingers through Chubby's new haircut, saying, "That's a good buzz cut, Chubby. Your handiwork, Dylan?" I nod my head, and Jay says, "Chubby wants to know why we're going to college if we're gonna be hair stylist eventually?" I say, "I'm going to college because my brother and boyfriend are going and I wanna be with them, but I'm not going to be a hair stylist and you are, so why college?" He says, "Sometimes I ask myself the same question and what I tell myself is... I'm taking business admin so it'll help me with the business side when I open my own place." He squeezes Elliot's cheek, adding, "And because my main squeeze is going to college and I gotta keep the gays away from him. You're so pretty, Elliot." Chubby makes a face at me, then shrugs, "Yeah, a business degree makes sense I guess, Jay," as he rolls his eyes. Chubby and I talk about our college and they talk about commuting to college making me wonder if they know our sales clerk who's also going to community college. They claim there are pluses for community colleges, but I know that going away to college is way better than living at home like you're still in high school. Neither Chubby nor I rub it in though because Jay and his mother have been having financial problems ever since she lost her own business. I asked how Ray's doing, and Elliot says, "I love my brother, but I can see why others wouldn't, and him dumping you, Dylan, still puzzles me." It's my turn to shrug, muttering, "No matter what Ray told you I was just about to dump him, but he beat me to the punch. I found Ray interesting for a couple of months, in small doses only, but we're both better off going our separate ways." Chubby likes to put Ray down, but he won't do it with Elliot here. Jay says, "Yeah, Ray is, um, unique alright and a little off in the head too." Elliot says, "No, Jay, don't say that," and Jay's like, "Well, as an example, he's begun having second thoughts about being bisexual at about the same time his latest boyfriend dumped him. Right Elliot? And before that he says he dumped that girl because she's going steady with another guy, so who dumped who, ya know? Ray says stuff that makes you wonder what the fuck?" Elliot shrugs, "I don't know about that. Ray's, um, different than most, you're right." Then he brightens up, "Hey, Dylan, your boyfriend's brother will be home on leave soon, won't he?" I go, "It was originally suppose to be this coming weekend, but it was postponed until the following weekend because he and my friend Connor are going to a week's training program to be platoon leaders or some such thing. They were chosen by the drill sergeant out of their whole class to spend a week in something called leadership training." All of us spend a couple of minutes giving Dodger and Connor credit for having the guts to join the Army and then we talk about how much we're looking forward to our sophomore years. Chubby tells the guys about the sales clerk thinking we were sophomores in high school, which gets a laugh. Two friends of Elliot's and Jay's come storming over and there's lots of hugging and giggling among those four. One of the new guys is obviously gay and making sure everyone knows it by talking in a loud lisping voice. Elliot introduces Chubby and me, then the four of them go off hanging on each other, being very gay. Jay always was a bit effeminate, but Elliot didn't use to be, although I see it creeping into his body language. Not that there's anything wrong with that I suppose as long as they're happy with themselves. Chubby watches them, makes a face, but doesn't comment about how obviously gay the guys were acting. Then he says, "I gotta take a piss, Dylan, coffee goes right through me." We lug our purchases into the lavatory and at the urinal I'm pissing away, saying, "My piss smells like coffee," and a guy two urinal down chuckles, then says, "Shit! I just pissed on my leg!" making Chubby laugh, snorting through his nose and a some mucus or snot blows out onto his shirt. He's cursing while I'm laughing again, thinking I'm glad I'm pissing or I'd have a coffee piss stain on my pants from peeing myself laughing. Damn, this is a funny trip to the mall. And if that's not enough a gaseous fellow in the toilet stall is doing some hard time taking his shit. One of the loudest farts I've ever heard echoes off the tile walls. The guy who pissed on himself, Chubby, and me are all laughing and I can't help but wonder how red the face is of that dude in the stall. Chubby say, "Jesus! Let's get outta here!" We leave without washing our hands because it's getting unbearably odiferous in there. Still chuckling as we're walking through the food court past a woman, who's also with another three or four year old boy. They're standing in line at the McDonald's booth when the little boy turns around and stares at an old woman behind him. After a few seconds he points at her, and says as clear as day, "You're old, I can tell." I start laughing again and this time Chubby's chuckling along with me. The mother's mortified, apologizing and correcting her child. To the senior citizen's credit she's laughing too. Chubby goes, "Damn, it would have been awesome if the old lady snapped some curse word out at the little boy." I say, "No it's wouldn't!" In the mall parking lot we make it to the car as Chubby's reminding me of last week when we lost a hub cap and it rolled into that bitchy woman. I say, "If you think the mall's funny, we should take a stroll through Walmart some time. Jesus! Have you seen those pictures online of the incredibly weird people who shop there?" Chubby drives us home with me describing the fat women collision and we get laughing all over again. Damn, that was fun and we got some cool duds too. Now for my reunion date with Robby. The thought of it makes me suck on my bottom lip thinking of our other reunions. Reunion dates are almost as good as I've heard make-up dates are. Halfway home Robby texts that he'll be home in half an hour and he wants to take me to our Italian restaurant for dinner, in other words Dino' Italian Cuisine were Tony serves us cocktails... yahoo! We text back and forth and decide on six thirty. It's after five now so Chubby drops me off because he knows I'm anxious to clean up and get ready for my date. He drives off to shop for our lunch tomorrow, which is the last Monday we'll be working before going back to college. Taking a shower as soon as I get inside, and then of course I have to wear one of my new t-shirts. I choose the color blocked one that's very light weight. It goes good with tan shorts and my good sandals, and it looks cool. Being slim really helps clothes look better. Then I take the sandals off remembering Willie bought them for me. I rarely wear anything I got from Willie when on a date with Robby. The exception is my cross necklace and the cool sports watch. I have Robby's friendship ring on so that sorta evens out Willie's stuff, and Robby has a matching ring that he wears. Then, what the hell, I put on the thin leather bracelet from Willie too. I'll amend my rule of not wearing gifts from Willie to just clothing, with jewelry being exempt from that rule. Okay, that works. It seems to make sense. Hmmm, I feel kinda cool and, yeah, I am also rocking this sexy fade haircut Willie took me for, but you know, there's nothing I can do about that, so that's exempt too. On the balcony I check my watch and see it's a little after six so I smoke a cigarette feeling a nervous kind of excitement about the date with Robby tonight. I don't know why I should feel nervous, I saw him yesterday at the hospital and this is just our normal Sunday night date that we've had most Sundays all summer. I had best intentions of abstaining from side sex until Robby's was out of the hospital, but Vinnie foiled that idea. Well, it was for Robby's brother that I had sex with Vinnie, so I was basically doing him a favor, sort of. I look at my leather bracelet and, yeah, I did call Willie too. What the heck, I told Robby about that. Maybe I didn't mention spending the night with Willie, but I only did it because Willie insisted and it's hard for me to say 'no' to him. I sorta got used to doing what he says after all the dates we've been on together. I'm still working on my willpower. Hmmm, anything else? No, that's about it. Hardly worth having a guilty conscience over. Robby is probably horny as all get out after a week without sex. We're both just the smallest bit oversexed, it's not just me. That is, assuming Robby didn't seduce one of his roommates in the hospital, but what are the odds of that happening? Heh heh, anyway that's something I'm more likely to try than Robby. I don't have any reason to be nervous. It's just the anticipation I always feel before a date with Robby because he's so special and I love him so. I can't wait to be living with him at college again. Finished my cigarette I get the smoldering cigarette butt in my fingers just right, and then take my time to concentrate on flicking this sucker. Flicking it with my hand moving forward the butt flies out over the railing a good fifteen feet before falling to the parking lot below. Yeah! Oh shit, I didn't see that man getting out of his car. The fucking butt bounces right in front of him as I jump back near the sliding glass door. "Who threw this goddamn cigarette butt at me," the man screams, but he can't see me. Chuckling I slip inside and go into my bathroom to brush my teeth and gargle. Then wash my face and hands. I don't dare peek out over the balcony railing 'cause the guy might still be looking up, the asshole. I'll wait for Robby down at the curb. Grabbing my cell phone I go out the front door and take my time going down the steps. I'm pissed because I get a good flick of my cigarette butt for once and almost hit one of my neighbors with it. Just my luck, but there's no way he can know where it came from. It's still quite warm so I stand in the shade of a tree looking up the road anxious to see Robby's pickup, and then there it is coming around the curve in the road. A big smile comes on my face automatically and I again realize how much I love him. We've been friends and then lovers for three years now, over three years if I count the time we lusted after each other not even having met yet. It was fate that I worked up the balls to approach him about writing for the school paper. That was way back at the end of our junior year. I guess I need to thank fat Carl for that too. Carl was a horse's ass from the very beginning, and he got worse over the years, but without him, where would I be? He brought me out of my shell and made me accept the obvious fact that I'm gay, and then one thing led to another until here I am secretly engaged to the cutest, nicest guy I know. I'm lucky. Robby pulls over to the curb with a big smile on his face. He wiggles his finger that I should come over and I walk towards him with a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach, or maybe it's my balls that feel funny. I've got that squirmy feeling all over me that feels tingly and good. He's got his arm hanging out the window as I walk up to him. When I'm next to the car he wraps that arm around my waist and I lean down, my head going to his and our lips meet. My arm goes around his neck as my face presses against his and we do a thirty second lover's kiss, then the sides of our faces slide together as he murmurs, "Hi, baby, how are you?" I say, "Really good now, Robby. I love when you call me baby." My dick's already firmed up as I kiss the side of his face. Then I drag my lips across his cheek to his lips again for a sexy tongue sliding kiss that finishes off my boner. It's poking out the front of my shorts now. The kiss ends and we're looking into each other's eyes until he says, "I love you so much, Dylan. Come on, get in." I kiss him again quickly and then run around to get in the passenger side and slide over to him on the bench seat. He holds my hand as we grin at each other. "How's your concussion, Robby?" He shrugs, "I don't know, I still haven't been able to pass the stupid concussion test, but I feel okay. Not great until now, seeing you makes me feel awesome." I nod my head, then say, "Me too, I love you too, Robby. I can't express how wonderful you make me feel. I love the way you look at me and I love that you hold my hand. I love everything about you." He smiles, "That sure makes me feel good. Did you miss me?" I say, "Of course, I missed you. I have a deep passionate love for you in my heart that I've never felt for anyone except you." He grins, "We're getting maudlin again, aren't we?" I shrug, "I don't care, everything I said is true." He rubs his hand slowly over the top of my head and then down to squeeze my neck, as he says, "Have I ever told you how cute you are?" I say, "No, how cute am I?" he laughs, "I better not tell you or you might realize I'm not good enough for you." I grin, "Don't worry about that. Um, can we make love in your pickup before dinner?" He laughs, "Are you serious?" I nod my head, murmuring, "Very serious." He stares at me, then grins, "Yeah, lets do it. It's been awhile since we made love in here. Where should we go?" I'm like, "How about behind the building at work where there's no security cameras." he says, "I've got a better idea. Why don't we go inside the locker room where we had our first kiss." I ask, "You think it'll be alright? The security cameras will see us go in." He shrugs, "So what? We just went to get something out of your locker. A dirty uniform maybe." I'm excited, "Yeah, okay." He kisses me on my cheek, then my lips. Another squeeze at the back of my neck, and he says, "Get your seatbelt on, this will be so cool." We drive over talking about how much we missed each other and reminiscing about our early days when we'd give each other massages just to be touching one another, and how that led to our first kiss. It's so romantic. I go, "That first kiss and now we're engaged, and that'll lead to us getting married after college and you being the head of the household." He says, "Yep, and I was going on line just a little while ago delving into what's involved when two gay guys want to adopt a baby. It's not unheard of that we combine our sperm and a doctor uses it to impregnate a surrogate mother. We'll do that maybe on our honeymoon. Where should we go on our honeymoon anyway?" I'm a little hesitant to mention to Robby I'm not a hundred percent on board with having a baby right from the get go. I don't want to spoil the mood though, so I'll save that discussion for much later. After all we're not getting married for at least three years, or almost three years anyway. I go, "Honeymoon, huh? I hadn't though about a honeymoon, but how about Key West," then get pissed-off with myself for suggesting that since Willie and I spent a week there during spring break earlier this year. Robby's aware of that and he glances over at me, then says, "I was thinking Hawaii." I quickly jump in with, "That's much better, yeah, Hawaii." Robby parks near the building where the crew's locker room is situated and we get out. He says, "Because of the security camera that's filming us here, I won't hold your hand. Okay?" I say, "You're the boss, mister head of the household. I follow your lead." He says, "You don't let me do it now, except when you feel like it, but when we're married I will need to make all the important decisions." I go, "Hey, we're a partnership and we should make decisions together." He says, "Oh yeah, I can see what you mean. You're right, but only one of us can have the final say, right?" I go, "Oh, yeah, that's right." Oh man, I like it when Robby asserts himself. It's so sexy and cute. Damn, we're going to have so much fun! Inside he clicks on just the lights on the wall, not the bright overhead lights. He says, "Can you believe this is the first time I've been in this locker room all summer." I nod knowing he uses the supervisor's locker room now, but I think he and I were in here earlier in the summer. He points to a bench in front of some lockers, saying, "That's where you and I had our lockers that first year. It was after our junior year of high school." I go, "Yeah, I know. Some of the guys from another crew were already using those lockers when Chubby and I came in the first day of the summer. We use these lockers now." he looks at them, then says, "Come on down to where we had our lockers together that year." I follow him down, and he says, "You sit down where we used to and I'll give you a massage for old time sake, okay?" I mutter, "Sure," and he says, "Take your t-shirt off." I pull it over my head and sit down. Robby comes up behind me and bends down to kiss my neck, then says, "Jesus! Where'd you get that hickey?" That damn Willie sucked a hickey on my neck a few nights ago that still hasn't disappeared. I mumble, "I told you already. I saw Willie one night last week. He said he's leaving for college, today actually. He's already gone. He wanted to have a date before he went off to college." Robby mutters, "That's what he wanted, huh?" I let it drop, but I don't get the kiss on the neck that he started to do. Still standing behind me, Robby lightly massages my shoulders. His hands feel good on my skin. He says, "It's apropos that his name gets mentioned because I was trying to win you from him all that first summer. The rich kid versus poor me." I don't say anything because I don't want to prolong this conversation, and anyway, Robby isn't poor like he just said. I know he'd like to ask about what happened between me and Willie except he already knows. He's massaging with more energy now, his hands are very strong. He says, "I won you though, not him, so I guess I'm not too jealous. I just wish he'd go away for good and I thought he had." Still I say nothing. Robby asks, "Didn't I win you over, Dylan?" I say, "If you mean did I fall in love with you and not him, yes you won. It's just that I don't feel like someone's prize. I feel lucky, very lucky to be loved by you and I intend on loving you with all my heart for the rest of my life." He hugs around my neck with both arms, the side of his face against mine. "Thank you for saying that, Dylan. I get jealous, forgive me." I mutter, "There's nothing to forgive, it's flattering, but you're the only one in my heart. You showed me what love is and now I know." Robby kisses the side of my face, then whispers in my ear, "I have an intense passionate love for you and no one will ever take you from me, I won't let them. I had a fantasy about you and me and now it's turned into our dream together. Being married and living every day with each other. My fantasy has become our reality. Nothing in my life is more important than that. Nothing in my life is as important as you. I love you, baby." Another kiss, a long one on my cheek as I reach back to grip his arm and squeeze it, murmuring, "Me too, Robby." Then he leans his head around and we kiss on the lips. During the kiss he works his way around in front of me, and sits on my lap facing me with a leg on either side of mine. We make-out, so slurping mouth sounds and murmurs of, "Mmmm," are all we hear for awhile. My arms are around Robby's back and his are around my neck as we kiss and lick tongues together with moans of sexual arousal coming from our throats. Four or five minutes of kissing, sucking, and licking with our mouths never parting. Then Robby gets off my lap and our lips make a wet sucking sound coming apart. Our saliva is all around our mouths and it's shiny on Robby's chin as he says quietly, "Stand up baby." As I do that he pulls his shorts and jockey underpants down. His four inch cock sticks straight out, very hard with wetness at the pee slit. He fondles his nuts, strokes his boner using his thumb and two fingers, then pulls my pants down and turns me around. A gasp from Robby and then I feel the head of his cock parting the lips of my ass. He goes, "Ooooh, mmm," and pushes his cock into my ass as I moan, "Aaaaah." Robby's arms come around my waist, overlapping just under my belly button. Holding me against his chest he slowly forces his boned-up cock all the way up my ass. His cock is fatter than Willie's although only half as long, but no matter it's length, it feels incredibly sexy and wonderful. There's nothing like your true lover's cock in your ass. Another moan, "Mmmmm," from me as Robby flattens my butt cheeks with his crotch tight against me and tightens his arm around me squeezing us together as tight as can be. My head goes back to rest on his shoulder and he whispers in my ear, "I love having sex with you, Dylan. Nothing else compares to it." Then he puts his nose on my forehead inhaling, and murmuring, "Oh, you smell so good." Robby's usually considerate with sex leaving his cock impaling me until my ass adjust to the fat intrusion. I've heard some say it feels like they need to take a big dump when a cock's filling their rectum, but I've never noticed that. To me I have a picture in my head of Robby's engorged cock up my ass pulsating and giving off pleasure sensations. He waits a minute before moving his hips back almost pulling his cock all the way out of my ass, but then forces it back up inside me until he's snugly against me again. I let out a long exhale moving the back of my head on his shoulder. He leans his head down and kisses the side of my face again, quietly asking, "Feel good, baby?" I nod my head murmuring, "Mmmm, yes, Robby." Two more withdrawals and forward thrust gets his cock sliding tightly, but smoothly back and forth in my ass. "Okay, baby, this is awesome," and he begins a steady pumping of his boner up my ass with him breathing through his nose nosily until he lets out a moan, "Oooooh, yeaaah, feels good." I squirm in his arms pushing my ass back slightly with each thrust as sensations in my rectum increase until I can't hold back my moans of sexual pleasure, "Aah, aah, aah, aah," with each penetration, then, "Oooooooh, Robby." Robby takes an arm from around my stomach and gets it around the front of my neck bending me back as his cock humps up my ass harder and faster. The sound echoes in the locker room, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," as his groin's slapping into my ass cheeks hard and fast. My cock is tight against my stomach pointing up and drooling precum. Robby's fucking me wildly now like he's lost control of himself, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap." My orgasm is building as my back stays tight against Robby's chest, my back is arched, his arm around my neck making my breathing raspy as I moan with sexual pleasure sensations that are sizzling sexily in my ass and vibrating my cock. Robby's making desperate sounding grunts and groans as he continues pounding his cock up my ass. His hips stop thrusting now, and he keeps his crotch tight against my ass bending me forward now, and with a whiny, "Aaaah," from Robby I feel his sharp stream of cum splattering inside me. "Ummmm," from Robby as he pours more cum up my ass. He goes, "Ooooh, aaah," and starts thrusting his boner in my cum drenched rectum again as I squeal, shooting a thin line of spunk into the air that I don't see at first because my eyes are tightly closed, but I open them in time to see the cum hit the floor a few feet away. Another, "Aaaah," from me as three more spurts of cum fire from my cock and then drools of cum as my body shakes and shivers. The sensations of climax zig zag around my groin making me shudder and then I lay back docilely against Robby. He slows down his thrusting and then stops entirely and we stand together breathing deeply. Robby lets go of me and steps back pulling his cock from my ass. A second later his cum rolls out and down the back of my leg. I cough, then my body does a last shudder as I turn around to look at Robby. He's shaking his head slowly, looking at me with a guilty expression on his face, then he mutters, "I don't know what, ah, I didn't mean to be so rough. I'm sorry. I didn't realize how desperate I was to have sex with you, it was, um, overwhelming." He looks so contrite, I put my hand on his shoulder, "It's okay, Robby. It was awesome, really." He wraps me in his arms and slowly rocks me side to side, saying, "No, it's not alright. I was an animal." Jeez, he thinks this is the roughest sex I've ever had? I like a rough fuck once in awhile, but I guess I did expect lover's sex from Robby this time since it's our reunion date. This was sort of extemporaneous sex that you do sometimes when you have the hot's for someone so bad it makes you lose their mind for a few minutes. I say, "It made me feel good, Robby. Feel good that you had the hot's for me so badly you just had to have sex." He says, "Leave it to you to explain away my unforgivable behavior." I go, "We've had sex like this before. Don't you remember? We called it extemporaneous sex at the time." He says, "Um, maybe I remember... I don't know." Jesus, maybe it was Ryan and me who were naming our various sex. No, I think it was Robby and me. Oh, I'm not sure now, but what does it matter, this was great. I say, "Please, don't feel bad, it was awesome." He mutters, "You're awesome, but that was hot sex for me alright. I gotta agree with that, but was it okay for you?" I try lightening the mood, "It was more than alright, ya nut. We're in love and we can have any kind of sex you feel like, and it'll always be alright with me. Having sex with you is by far the best sex I've ever had." He lets go of me, then puts his arm around the back of my neck, mumbling, "Let's sit down." We sit on the bench with Robby's arm still around my neck. He gives me a shy grin, looking me in the eyes, saying, "We didn't do too much massaging, did we?" I shrug, staring back at him, mumbling, "I don't remember to be honest with you. I was kinda enjoying being fucked by the head of our household." He pulls my head to his and kisses me, "I love you, Dylan." I mutter, "I love you too." He takes a deep breath, then says, "Man, I was hornier than I thought. I thought about you all the time in the hospital, but thinking about you and actually feeling your body, seeing you in person, and smelling your sexy self is very different than thinking about you." I say, "I can say the same thing about you." He hugs me to him, and goes, "God, I'm going to be fucking you six times a day when we're living together. It's obvious I can't control my urges when I'm with you." I say, "Oooh, that sounds like some hot sexy fun to me. Six times, huh?" He says, "Maybe seven," and I mutter, "Even better." We kiss and our arms go around each other as I sit in cum that's drooling out of my ass. It smears all over my buttocks as we move slightly during our kissing. After making out for awhile we sit just hugging each other and getting sweaty. The side of our faces pressed together for a couple of minutes enjoying the feel and scent of each other... two gay guys in true love with one another. Robby takes a deep breath, lets go of me, and stands up taking my hand, so I stand up too. Our shorts are around one of our ankles dragging on the floor. He says, "I didn't make reservations at Dino's so maybe we should clean up before we go to dinner." I look at my wristwatch, and say, "It's only a little after seven o'clock. Let's go back to my place and take a shower together, my mom's on a date by now." He looks down at his shorts around his left ankle, and says, "I should get some clean shorts. This pair's been dragging around on the floor, and I've dribbled cum on it too." I tell him, "I've got clothes you can wear." He nods his head and we pull up our shorts. "That was random, huh Dylan?" I say, "Yeah, randomly hot, boyfriend." I grab a dirty uniform and carry it out with me so the camera can verify the reason we stopped in here. Back in the pickup Robby grins at me, then goes, "Only five more sex acts to do today." I grin, mumbling, "Or six, oh boy!" to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation no matter the size for nonprofit Nifty to help with expenses. thank you.