Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2018 22:14:42 -0500
From: Bill <mgtbill@aol.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S JUNIOR YEAR SUMMER     Chapter 21

DYLAN'S SUMMER FOLLOWING HIS COLLEGE JUNIOR YEAR

Chapter  21

by  Donny Mumford


Danny has just dropped his car off at his house so his Mom can use it. In
Rob's pickup truck I'm now driving Danny and myself the short distance to
Rob's house with Danny assuring me that Rob's back from the hospital by
now. He goes, "And even if he isn't back, we'll just wait for him in his
bedroom. We can snoop around and maybe find his porn collection." I frown
at him and he touches my arm, saying, "I'm kidding about snooping in his
room, Dylan. Jeeeez, lighten up!" I mutter, "I knew you were kidding."

Is it so wrong that I think the polite thing to do is call before dropping
in on someone? How much trouble is it to make a cellphone call? Danny
doesn't think we need to, and I don't like arguing so we're on our way. It
makes me uncomfortable just dropping in on someone but nothing seems to
make Danny uncomfortable. I park at the curb because both his Mom's and
Dad's cars are in the driveway. Unless Rob needed to stay at the hospital
overnight he's home by now, just like Danny said he'd be.

While cockily walking up the driveway to the backdoor, Danny's his normal
smiling self, telling me, "Mrs. B. said you were the one who thought Rob's
incision might be infected." I go, "Yeah well, he fell asleep when I was
driving him home after work and I took the opportunity to feel his
forehead. He felt hot, so yeah..." Danny nods, "His Mom said the doctor
told her Rob got the infection after being re-stitched when he pulled the
stitches out doing sit-ups." I go, "He wasn't doing sit-ups! He sat up in
bed one time forgetting about his incision, and then I guess he wasn't
conscientious about keeping it clean like he was after the operation." And
anyway, how the hell does Danny have these apparently in-depth
conversations with Rob's Mom? And when did he do that? I mean I've been
with him all afternoon and he hasn't made any cellphone calls that I know
of.

Danny's still wearing his baseball cap from practice and even with the
windows down and creating a nice breeze there are still beads of sweat
running down his forehead. He could have washed-up a little when he was
inside his house dropping off the car keys for his Mom. I would have if our
situations were reversed. Danny walks right through the gate to the
backyard with me trying to keep up; then, if you ask me, he knocks on the
door way too hard. "Thump, thump, thump," and he looks at me grinning while
saying, "Is anybody home?" Jesus!

As we wait Danny wipes the palm of his hand across his face, mumbling,
"Hot, huh?" Well not especially, but then I wasn't running around like
crazy for almost an hour like he did at baseball practice. Plus, he said
the word 'Hot' in a funny exaggerated way, mugging at me so I chuckle at
that making him grin. He's a good-looking fucker! He knocks on the door
again and then takes his baseball cap off to wipe across his forehead, this
time with his forearm. Holding the hat to the side, he mumbles, "What the
fuck's going on in there?" He looks in through the middle set of
six-window-panes that are on the top-half of the door and then looks over
at me grinning again and saying, "They can't outlast us, babe," and then he
plops his hat on my head.

Jesus, it's sweaty around the, well the sweatband, but Danny pulls the brim
so it's halfway down my forehead. Instead of me getting pissed about it, I
chuckle as my dick tightens up a little. He goes, "That looks good on you,
Dylan." Readjusting the hat to wear it properly, I tell him, "Yeah? Well
now I'm keeping your hat, wise-ass!" He puts his hand on my shoulder
squeezing, but before he can say anything the door open and Mrs. Dickers is
effusive, "Danny! Oh, I'm so glad you came. We were upstairs seeing how
he's doing. Oh my, Rob's being a grump about everything."

Inside Mr. Dickers has changed out of his business suit and is making one
of his horrible gin and tonic drinks. He looks up and seems glad to see
me. "Oh, Dylan, good! I want you to explain something to me, son," and he
motions for me to follow him. Mr. Dickers and his big gin and tonic go into
the library with me right behind them. From the kitchen, I hear
Mrs. Dickers laugh and then say, "Oh Danny, the things that come out of
your mouth. I wish Rob could be in the good mood you're always in." I can't
hear what Danny says but I hear Mrs. Dickers laugh again.

I'm standing here as Mr. Dickers, holding his drink in one hand, is going
through a pile of papers with his other hand. He pulls out a paper and
right away I recognize it as a copy of the report summary I did this
morning. I recognized the format that I used before printing it out. He
holds it up, saying, "Gordon Zimbroski passed out this report at our
head-of-departments meeting this afternoon. It has to do with your area of
expertise. Have you seen it yet?" and he hands it to me. I go, "Yes, Sir,
I've seen it. Um, I wrote it this morning before work. Rob likes to get to
the office early, um, so I had..." He interrupts, "Oh, so you verified
these figures?" I nod, "Yes, Sir." Dammit, I got in the habit of saying,
'Yes, Sir', and 'Yes, Ma'am', at Ryan's last summer and can't stop saying
it when I'm around older authority figures. Mr. Dickers raises his
eyebrows, as if he can't believe it, "So these are accurate numbers?" I go,
"Very accurate," and he's like, "If I interpolate these figure for the next
two months you'll have covered the entire three-hundred employee staff at
least three-to-four-weeks before Gordon's optimistic projection of a
September-fifteenth deadline. In other words, you'll be done by the middle
of August."

He takes a big gulp of his drink and motions for me to sit down. I do that
and then explain how all the employees interviewed so far are in the
Framingham office and it went fairly quickly simply because we're all in
the same building. When I need to track down the men working in the field
on construction I expect it'll go much slower. He's very interested,
saying, "Yes, I can see that. Maybe the middle of September is about right
after all, plus I see where you have a week vacation in August penciled in
as well. Dammit though, I should have gotten more involved in this. I'm
glad you're on top of everything though, son. You say this is your report?"
I go, "Yes, Sir. I did it before work just today." He goes, "And Gordon,
er, Mr. Zimbrorski, didn't request it?" I shake my head, so he asks, "How
'bout Carl, did he request the summary?" I say, "I don't know Mr. Zimbroski
but I can tell you that Carl insists on reports." That's partially true
although it doesn't answer his question. Why not let him think Carl was
behind the report though? He nods, "Okay, then! And everything is going
good from your view of things?" I nod, "Perfect, so far. The report, of
course, doesn't include the twelve Accounting employees I interviewed after
compiling the report."

After another swallow of bitterness from his high-ball glass, he does his
half-smile, saying, "So things are actually even better than the report
indicates, huh?" I go, "Yes, you could say that." He stands, reaches over
his desk and claps my shoulder, "Well done, Dylan! And I'm glad to see
Carl's using some initiative too. You're a good team. Plus, Gordon says the
feedback from the employees is just what we hoped for; better than we hoped
for actually. It's a damn nice feeling when something goes as planned. Hey,
can I get you a drink?" I shake my head, "No, thank you. I'll just see how
Rob's doing now." He goes, "Oh, of course." He looks at Danny's hat on my
head, asking, "Did you make the team?" I go, "Oh, ha, no, not yet." He sits
back at his desk, takes another gulp of his drink, and takes another report
from his soft-sided attaché case. I assume our meeting is over so I
slink out of the room. Danny and Robby are talking upstairs so up I go and
see Rob sitting at his desk with his shirt pulled up showing Danny his
latest wound.

Rob looks up at me standing in the doorway and smiles, saying, "Here's my
doctor now." I walk in, muttering "It doesn't take a doctor to know a fever
probably isn't a good thing." Danny goes, "They lanced Rob's swollen
incision. Look at that," and he points to Rob's boo-boo. I make a face,
"Ouch, that's probably gonna leave a mark." Rob goes, "The very thought of
someone cutting into that sore swollen mother-fuckin' incision is exactly
why I was avoiding doctors. And all the disgusting pus that came
out. Gross!" I go, "Did they give you medicine; antibiotics or something?"
He nods, "Oh yeah! They gave me a big dose of antibiotics and a
prescription that I'll be taking for a week. But Dylan, baby, I'm feeling
much better already! I'm supposed to take all the large antibiotics pills
even if I'm feeling perfect I still gotta keep taking those pills," and he
points at the prescription in the familiar brown little plastic bottle. I'm
like, "What else did the doctor say?" Rob shrugs, "He knew it was infected
as soon as he looked at it. A nurse applied hot compresses and something
called chlorhexidine, or something that sounded like that, and then the
doctor made a small slit and out comes a ton of gross yellow pus. Then some
antibiotic ointment and a soft gauze bandage over it. It was totally
amazing how quickly I began feeling better."

Moving on from Rob's medical situation, Danny tells Rob about baseball
practice and then he adds, "The only openings now are for a starting
pitcher and a relief pitcher; one of each. I've been talking with coach
Bientendie and he's expecting you and Hayden to try out for the two
openings. Um, there may be a guy or two from Wayland trying out too." Robby
goes, "So now I gotta try-out?" Danny shrugs, "Yeah, sorry. I thought since
he knew of you he'd skip the try-out for you, but we've got a pretty good
team and should do well in the summer league and coach thinks he needs
another really good pitcher so he's trying-out all comers. Do you think you
can make it on Wednesday?" Rob looks disgusted, saying, "What do you think,
Danny? I just got my infection drained so of course I'll make it
Wednesday." Danny rubs his nose and then looks at me, "Can you pitch,
Dylan?" I shake my head, "Nope," and he says, "Well maybe the Wayland guys
will stink, but I've pretty much got an okay from Coach for you to practice
with us, babe." I go, "Me?" and he nods, "Yeah, I had to fabricate your
credentials a little but don't worry about that. And there are two guys
signed-up ahead of you on the waiting list, but I'll see what I can do
about that." I go, "Um, that's alright, I don't need to be on the team." He
cups my chin with his thumb and forefinger, grinning and saying, "All of us
together need to be on the team, my friend. It'll be a blast."

It's settled that Rob will show up Wednesday and maybe I'm gonna join in
the practice without actually being on the team. I don't want to do that,
but it's hard saying 'no' to Danny. Then he tells us that Hayden is flying
in to Logan tomorrow and he wants me to go with him to meet him. All Rob
says to that is, "That's nice," and Danny goes, "Don't be like that, Rob."
Robby sort of shrugs, muttering, "You're right, Hayden's okay," and it
occurs to me that if the four of us do become a close-knit group Danny is
gonna be our leader. I certainly don't want to be a leader and Hayden's
already used to Danny being his leader. That leaves Rob who, except for
some residual left-over bossiness for me, wouldn't think of challenging
Danny as our leader. Every group needs a leader I guess. Rob's never
actually been much interesting in being a leader except when he's playing
baseball.

Glancing over at Danny I'm remembering what Rob said about him not being
all that bright. Yeah but that's just in school work. Danny could have good
leadership skills even if he isn't a brainiac. Anyway, he has a college 2.0
GPA, or almost 2.0, so how dumb could he be? I'm perfectly fine with Danny
being our leader. Truth is, lately I've been kinda 'crushing' on Danny a
little. If he's noticed my 'crushing' it's hasn't carried much weight with
him as far as side-sex goes. He hasn't been exactly knocking down doors
trying to get me in bed with him. We did it one time and I thought it was
really good, but there's been no follow-up.

Yeah, Danny's really good at his type of side-sex except he doesn't appear
to need much frequency in that regard. His form of lover's side-sex mixed
with buddy-sex gets more enticing the more I think back on it. After saying
that I'm glancing at Robby who is laughing along with Danny about some
baseball player they both know who screwed something up at practice earlier
tonight. Seeing Rob feeling better, and looking better too, makes me
realize there's an almost overwhelming desire in me to have sex with
him. After all he is my friggin' boyfriend. It hurts that he seems so
blasé about us not doing it for almost two-weeks now. And he let
Danny fuck him yesterday or at least that's my strong suspicion. I haven't
verified that with either of them of course, not that I know how I'd go
about doing that in the first place. Danny considers any sex he has as too
personal to talk about and Rob and I don't talk about our side-sex
either. Oh man though, I'm horny for Rob!

We leave Rob at nine-thirty and outside Danny squeezes my shoulder, saying,
"Let's grab a couple of beers before we call it a night, babe." I'd like to
do that because I enjoy being with him and sometimes Danny slips and tells
me a little something I didn't know about Robby's early interaction with
him, and even with Hayden. After saying that, I need to admit Danny throws
around details like he's flipping manhole covers. I meant to say,
'personhole' covers. I mumble, "Sure, Danny, I'd like to have a few beers
with you." He gives me his beaming smile as he bumps my arm, saying, "Oh,
that was nice; the way you said that. Thanks."  I shrug, not sure what he
means by that, and then ask, "Where should we go?" Danny says, "Mc Farlin's
Tap, if that's okay with you."

Danny and Hayden's local bar of choice is Mc Farlin's Tap and it's on this
side of downtown Framingham so it makes sense we go there. As I'm driving
I'm half listening to Danny telling me about his Mom's unreliable car while
I'm thinking about the latest commitment I made to myself. The one about me
being tired of random side-sex and how I desperately need Rob's lover's sex
before I'll feel comfortable dabbling in side-sex again. What that boils
down to though is me having too much sex with Dodger. That's the bottom
line! It's Dodger who's thrown me off balance with side-sex. While Rob's
been laid-up, other than Dodger, I haven't had much side-sex at all. Jesus,
I even went through a three-day barren period totally void of any sex of
any kind. Sure, there were a couple of times with Hayden and the one time
with Danny, but that's been it for over two-weeks. Oh wait, there was the
two three-ways, one with Hayden and Danny and the other one with Vinnie and
Dodger. Yeah, but that's included in with too-much Dodger side-sex, so it's
still only occasionally that I've had what I'd call real side-sex. I mean
without some gimmick like a three-way.

I hear, "Hey, Dylan, you just past Mc Farlin's, babe." I'm like, "Oh,
yeah," and pull over to wait until I can do a U-turn in the street. Parking
across the street from the bar, we get out of the pickup as Danny grins,
asking, "Are you really gonna keep my baseball cap?" I bump against his
side as we cross the street, "Yeah, I think I am, Danny. Your sweat off the
sweatband dried on my head so I believe that means the hat is rightfully
mine now." He does the shoulder hug that I'm used to by now, and I lean
into him as he goes, "Go ahead and keep it. I've got like a trunk-load of
baseball caps at home." Looking at me, he smiles saying, "It looks better
on you anyway." Damn, I can't believe I've waited this long to become
friends with him. He's always been, as long as I've known him, very nice
and sometimes even differential to me, or at least that's what it seemed
like to me. He's been open to us being friends like forever but I could
never see past the fact he's fucking Robby. As I find out though, he isn't
doing it very often.

Inside we both get carded even though the bartend goes, "Oh, hi again," to
Danny. He obviously recognized him as someone who's been in this bar
numerous times before. I suppose bartenders are just in the habit of
carding people. They do have a sign that informs patrons, 'If you don't
appear to be at least thirty-years-old, we'll card you!' Kind of a
threat. Danny tells the guy, "Two drafts of Bud, Mac," and to me, "Let me
get the beers tonight, Dylan. You've been awesome about driving me around
and now Mom is finally threatening to buy a new car since hers is always in
the shop." Yeah, I remember Danny had to get her at the shopping center
last week when her car wouldn't start.

We have three beers with Danny talking mostly about Hayden, but never once
alluding to sex or even the three-way we had together a few weeks ago
now. I mostly just respond to things Danny says while making a lot of eye
contact. He's big on eye contact when he's talking to you. I don't know,
but to me too much eye contact gets uncomfortable. Too much is a little
geeky, but I don't mind it with Danny. Nothing geeky about him. I know you
need eye contact of course, but not constantly like some people do it. In
his case however, like I said, I don't mind because Danny's good to look at
and I've noticed for the first time ever he has small freckles across the
bridge of his nose. They were probably much more obvious when he was a
youngster, but they've faded a great deal since then.

When I get the chance, I ask, "When's your twenty-second birthday, Danny?
Mine's in August." He goes, "On July twenty-fourth I'll be the advanced old
age of twenty-two," and we talk about how it seems we're getting older much
quicker than when we were kids. Back then a year seemed almost a
lifetime. Danny's an interesting guy and he can talk about almost any topic
if at times not too brilliantly. When he talks to me I always get his
undivided attention. Ray's the only other guy I know that gives me his
undivided attention when talking with me, not that he's ever been as nice a
person as Danny. Danny goes, "The worst part is we're getting further and
further away from the more frivolous times of our lives, times when we were
allowed to do all kind of shit and get away with it. Ya know, because of
our age. Now we can't get away with anything." I go, "At college we
can. College students have that get-out-of-jail-free-card. We just say, 'Oh
no, did I do that to you last night? Dude, I was so wasted last night!' and
everything is forgiven because we're drunk college students." He laughs and
then says, "I have a feeling you need that get-out-of-jail-free-card a lot
more often than I do." I go, "Be nice..."

He goes, "I think I like being older actually. Getting served in bars for
example. That's cool." I go, "Yeah, but you don't actually drink all that
much." That makes me think about Chubby who I fear drinks too much. Danny
shrugs, "I guess I believe in moderation. Except it is fun getting hammered
every once in a while. Don'cha think?" I nod, "Yes, I do. A temporary
escape from responsibilities but I only drink with friends. When I'm alone
the thought of having an alcoholic drink never enters my mind. For me to
drink it's gotta be a sociable situation with guys I'm fond of." He moves
his face close to mine, asking, "Do you include me in that group?" I have
the strongest urge to feel his light, soft looking mustache that hasn't
grown out much in the last three days. Just rub lightly across his upper
lip with the pad of my finger. Instead I say, "Of course you're included,
Danny," and he squeezes the back of my neck, going, "Whew, for a second I
thought you were gonna say, 'not yet' or worse you'd mutter a simple 'no'."
I make a face, "Are you kidding? We've become good friends," and I'm hoping
he'll allude to something of a sexual nature, but he doesn't. Instead he
moves his hand up from the back of my neck to the back of my head bumping
his hat that I'm wearing halfway down my forehead, as he says, "I'm really
glad to hear that, babe," and then he expounds on his idea that the four of
us really should become a close-knit group. Hey, I've definitely got no
problem with that.

After three beers, Danny says, "That'll do it for me tonight. Um, unless
you want another beer, in which case I'll keep you company while you drink
it." I shake my head, mumbling, "No thanks I'm good, and thank you for the
beers." He paid for them and now he leaves some coins on the bar as a
tip. Oh man, that's a tad under what I'd consider a bare minimum tip for an
asshole of a bartender which this guy was not. Maybe that's why the guy
cards Danny every time he comes in here,

Outside, without really thinking it through, I go, "Um, there's no one's
home at my place, Danny, if you, you know, we could...," and he goes,
"What's that about your place, babe?" I'm feeling my face getting red as I
mumble, "I don't know. I guess I was thinking maybe we could, um, mess
around a little, or..." He's like, "Oh, that. Gee, I'm thick! I should have
picked-up on that right away." I shrug like it's nothing and he goes,
"Damn, thanks for offering, Dylan. I'm flattered but would you be mad if I
take a rain-check. I'm sorry, but..." I nod my head way to fast, mumbling,
"Oh shit, no, I don't mind! It was a dumb idea. Some other time is fine."
He pats my shoulder, "It's just that, Hayden's coming in tomorrow and, you
understand, right?" Holy fuck! Being rejected gets my face so red and hot
it might catch on fire, but it's dark and I don't think Danny can tell. I
go, "Don't be silly. Of course, I understand." Oh, and that's right, he
wants me to go with him tomorrow night and meet Hayden when he gets off the
plane.

During the short drive to his house, passing Rob's house on the way, I'm
trying to cover up my embarrassment about not only asking for, but being
turned-down for sex. I babble on about the need for me to get to bed early
myself, saying, "Rob likes to get to work wicked early in the morning and,"
and I go on and on until Danny pats my arm and tells me, "Slow down,
babe. Jeez, we're cool. We're good, right?" I nod, "Oh, I know that, Danny,
but what I'm getting at is Rob stays late at work sometimes too, so I
probably can't go to the airport with you tomorrow." He's disappointed, "Oh
really? Can't you ask Rob to leave work on time for once. Just tomorrow. I
really wanted you to come with me. Maybe I can talk to Rob about leaving on
time, you know, so you won't need to."

We're idling at the curb in front of his house as I look at him, "Talk to
Rob for me? Whaddaya mean?" He shrugs, "In case you don't want to. I'll ask
for you, that's all. Please come with me tomorrow, babe. Hayden will be
really happy the two of us are there to meet him," and his hand is on my
shoulder again. Gee, ya know what I'm just realizing? I really like Danny's
touchy/feely stuff. I go, "Let me talk to Rob myself, Danny. I'm sure it'll
be okay. I'll go with you." He smiles, "Okay, then! That's awesome! I'll
text you," and he leans his head over with me automatically doing the same,
not even realizing I'm doing it. He gives my lips a nice kiss, a
quick-as-a-wink nice kiss and then another shoulder squeeze, "Thanks,
Dylan. I'll text you tomorrow," and he's out the door and crossing the
street. He looks back grinning and flashing me the finger. It makes me
laugh so I do the same to him.

Taking a deep breath, I drive away thinking Robby needs to get healthy
pretty fucking fast before I fall for his side-sex buddy, Danny. After that
thought though all the way home I think about Robby and me being naked in
bed together and know that nothing in my life is better than that. I think
of Robby and me while getting ready for bed too, and then he's the last
thought I have before falling asleep.

Tuesday morning I'm up at quarter-to-seven hurrying to get ready for work
so I can pick Rob up and get him to work by seven-thirty... at the
latest. I have orange juice and then a mug of coffee while making my
lunch. When that's done I take thirty-seconds to stand still and do a
check-list in my head that I have what I need in my backpack. I'm wearing
my other suit today along with a white shirt and one of my new ties. I
re-comb my hair looking in the mirror satisfied with how I look, except I
do need a haircut. I'll ask Robby about that at the same time I ask him to
sleep over my house Wednesday night. Yep, that's my latest plan. Get Robby
to sleep with me Wednesday night. He's feeling much better, right? In his
pickup, driving to get him, I figure if Rob can to be a pitcher on the
baseball team he's well enough to spend the night with me making love. I
need it, and want it, and my cock is getting firm just thinking about
it. Yes, us two in bed together tomorrow night.

Rob comes out at my first light toot of the horn. When he gets in I see
he's in the habit of doing the quick-as-a-wink-kiss that Danny routinely
does as a morning greeting and a nighttime goodbye. Danny's got me doing it
too so both Rob and I automatically move our heads together to do a kiss
and then, since it's become so routine, neither of us even mentions it. I
only noticed Danny's quick-as-a-wink-kisses with Rob during the two weeks
he and I have been visiting Rob's sick bed. And I'm goofily pleased Danny
includes me in the habit of the quick kiss.

Yeah, it's nice, but it's not the first time I've been involved in
something kinda sweet like that. During freshman year when Ryan and I were
vying for Rob's affection and attention Robby had us all doing a kiss
hello, mostly to keep Ryan and me from going at each other's throat. Rob
being our leader didn't last long freshman year though. It just petered out
in a month to six-weeks because it's not in Rob's nature the way I think it
might be in Danny's. We'll see about that. And then, of course, the
original quick-as-a-wink-kiss was done by Robby and Dodger before they had
their falling out about Dodger joining the Army. Come to think of it
though, they stopped doing it before then, more like they stopped around
the time Robby and I became boyfriends.

During the ride to work, Rob tells me, "You look awesome in that suit,
Dylan. Oh, and omigod did Dad ever have some complimentary things to say
about you this morning. You did some report or something that all the
managers were very happy with. And the ironic part is I had to talk Dad
into giving you the job way back at the beginning of the summer. He's
giving me credit for recommending you now though. I told him back then that
you'd be perfect for that job and now anyone connected with the project is
sharing in the praise of a job well done. I'm really proud of you, babe." I
go, "Aw gee-whiz, thanks," He chuckles, but then mumbles, "I'm dead
serious. I am wicked proud of you."

Rob spends most of the rest of the ride telling me how awesome he feels,
health-wise, as compared to anytime during the past two weeks. As I'm
pulling up to the front of the main office building, I blurt right out,
"Will you please spend a night with me this week, Robby?" He goes, "Oh,
that's an awesome idea! Yeah, I really am missing you too, baby."
Unbuckling his seatbelt he goes, "Yeah, it's settled then. We'll spend a
night together. Let's say this Wednesday. That'll give me a day to tell my
parents so we don't just spring it on them Wednesday night." Oh! Naturally
he assumes it'll be at his house!

Clutching onto his arm to keep him from getting out, I say, "Please, Rob,
let it be my house this week. Please." He chuckles, "I love when you
beg... heh heh. You're so fucking cute with that and so earnest! But no,
we'll spend the night at my house. Whaddaya say?" See, he's retained enough
of the take-charge shit from all the years I've harped on him about being
our leader and, once in a while, it just shows up and he puts his foot down
to get his way. I'm desperate to sleep with him though, so I go, "Okay,
sure, Robby. It'll be your bedroom this time." He goes, "That's a date,
baby! Um, but I need to get out here," I go, Oh yeah," and let go of his
arm as he adds, "Let's definitely have lunch together this afternoon. Text
me, okay?" I nod my head, mumbling, "Okay, see ya later."

Driving around to the back parking lot I'm thinking how some of my best
laid plans backfire on me. Ya know, like that in-charge shit I hammered
into Robby's brain for years. Of course, I changed my mind about it earlier
this summer and told Rob to forget everything I've told him about being
in-charge of us. And he mostly has until something like this sleeping over
pops-up and he gets to remembering, or maybe it's only remembered in his
subconscious mind how I used to like that in-charge shit. At least we've
done away with all deadlines in our relationship and now freelance our
future as circumstances dictate. Nothing is set in stone and yet once in a
while the authority routine resonates in him, mostly when I least expect
it. Sure, I could have argued back and forth about my house his house, my
house his house, like we're ten-years-old. That'd be stupid though. It's my
failing that I can't get comfortable with Rob's parents and by that, I mean
mainly his Mom. Danny's sure comfortable with her! I think it's a matter of
self-confidence, pure and simple. It's like I need to ignore and not give a
shit what Mrs. Dickers thinks. Hell, Rob and I came out as gay boyfriends
over two years ago and we're both almost twenty-two now, so what's my
problem? They know we're gay boyfriends. Jesus!

After parking I wander around the picnic area smoking and trying to
remember a single time that any of our parents mentioned us being gay after
we came 'out' to them way back at the end of freshman year. They all
appeared to be supportive but since that day I don't think it's ever been
mentioned again, not by any of them. Maybe they don't believe us, or
perhaps they're fooling themselves into believing we never really meant
we're gay, or we've forgotten about it. Huh, that's the damnedest thing! On
the other hand, to be fair, Rob and I never bring it up to our parents
either. I don't know what to make of it, I really don't.

After my smoke, I go inside and make a coffee for myself using the
Accounting Department's Keurig machine and then take it to my office. This
morning I'm unable to think of anything productive to do with this hour I
have before work starts at eight-thirty. Yesterday I had the
summary-report-brainstorm that worked out spectacularly for me, and Carl
too to a lesser degree. I left the impression with Mr. Dickers last night
that Carl asked for the report. Why not help him out a little? I mean, for
the most part, Carl's been no problem for me and he lets me do my own thing
pretty much. Well, yeah, there was that suit idea that Carl's asshole
friend came up with, but that hasn't been much of a pain-in-the-ass and Rob
wears a suit to work.

In the end, most of the hour before the official work day begins I spend
fantasizing about Rob and me moving forward together in life. I fantasize a
couple of years into the future until the 'baby dilemma' stops me in my
tracks. I can't come up with a fantasy including a baby because I like the
fantasy of me working for Rob in some management capacity and us going to
and from work together. We'd always have tons of work-related shit to talk
about. Mutual interest stuff and then going on business trips together
living off an expense account. All that sort of thing is cool but I can't
fit the baby in and I know Rob's gonna insist on two babies; one made from
each of our sperms, and he'll insist I become a stay-at-home-dad too. Oh
fuck, it makes my dick buzz thinking about Robby insisting, and me
acquiescing to him. Well what the fuck, he will be the head of our
household. Man, Robby's so fucking hot!

Reality sets in when Carl interrupts my musings asking for the report of
yesterday's presentations. Then today's interviews start promptly at nine
o'clock and I lose myself in them. No problems at all with the interviews
this morning. Ya know what? I think I've developed a touch of authority in
my voice while making the presentations. Yeah, it's because I have a lot of
confidence in what I'm doing by now. Plus, I've gotten some great feedback
and I'm feeling like the 'man!' It's getting to the point where most
employees probably don't feel they should question me a whole lot because
they've heard from fellow employees that I'm okay and the benefits are
indeed an upgrade. Confidence begets more confidence which begets success
and, yeah, I feel like I'm on a roll. I don't want to get too cocky though;
I'm cognizant of that danger. Stay humble and friendly and being, or
seemingly being, on the employee's side, ensuring that they're happy with
the presentations; that's the way to go. And be excited for their new
benefits too. All that kind of thing I've gotta keep in mind with each
interview. Carl's quick visit at five-of-nine was a smiley one with him
still basking in the glow of compliments he received from his boss about
the ad hoc report I did, that's now become required as if it was required
right from the start. That's okay with me.

Rob and I have lunch together in the cafeteria. He buys his lunch there
while I eat the bag lunch I made at home. He's still feeling good
health-wise and he confirms we'll be leaving work at four-thirty so I can
go with Danny to meet Hayden at Logan Airport. Rob goes, "Yeah, I can leave
at four-thirty but you're still coming for a visit tonight, right?" I nod,
"Absolutely, Rob. The truth is I'm not real thrilled about going with Danny
to the airport, but he was pretty insistent, so..." Rob shrugs, "That's
okay as long as you'll be coming over to see me afterwards. I want to do
something physical tonight even if it's only playing some ping pong with
you for a half-hour-or-so."

That reminds me that Rob was well enough to play ping pong last week too,
before he let his incision get re-infected. That means he was close to
joining me in bed before that stupid infection set in. Gawd, I want to have
sex with him so badly! He catches me staring at him, mooning over him
actually, and he pats the back of my hand affectionately smiling and
saying, "Tomorrow night, babe. I promise." I pretend I don't know what he's
referring to but he just laughs and I end up blushing and chuckling along
with him.

Then, as we're leaving the cafeteria, Rob says, "Tomorrow morning you need
to remember to bring a change of clothes with you for baseball
practice. And then of course a suit and whatever else you'll need for
Thursday morning getting ready for work. Obviously, you'll eat dinner with
my family before the try-outs tomorrow." Well I'm glad he didn't forget
about Wednesday night, but I just wish it was going to be at my place. Oh
hell, I've eaten with his family and stayed with him overnight before. And
we had sex a couple of times too even though his parent's bedroom is only
one door down on the other side of the hall from Rob's bedroom. Rob fucked
me really well too but that's not to say I was totally comfortable while he
was doing it. It's Rob's house though so I'll let him decide what's safe to
do and what's not. Yeah, but the trouble with that is he thinks it's okay
to screw me in the fucking hall or the hall bath. Dammit, that right... a
hall bath! It's like Danny's bedroom, Rob doesn't have a bathroom off his
bedroom either. Awkward!

Back at the table I'm using as a desk I write a list of things I'll need to
bring with me tomorrow. Oh God, can I believe it's only one night away!
I'll bring my other suit because Rob complimented me on the suit I wore
today, plus Thursday morning maybe Mr. Dickers will be impress I'm wearing
a professional business suit and, hell, maybe I'll even impress Rob's
Mom. I want to impress all three of the Dickers although I'd never admit
that to anyone. My demeanor will be casual as if I always wear a
professional business suit to work. More likely his Dad will take it for
granted that I'm wearing a suit to work. That's okay, I'm still impressing
Rob and he's the main person in my life I want to impress.

The afternoon goes by quickly and as I'm straightening-up the small meeting
room Rob shows up at four-twenty-five, saying, "Thought I'd save you the
trouble of driving through the herd of people leaving out the front of the
building." Without saying anything, I get up and close the door.  Rob
watches me with a puzzled expression on his face until I hug him around the
back of his neck, and say, "Kiss me, boss." We do some nice making-out for
three-minutes-or-so and then I gasp in some oxygen as Rob's saying, "Jeez,
baby, that was awesome of you." My heart's pounding and my dick's hard and
listing downward to the left side. I smile and say, "I'm serious, Rob, I
need for us to make love. It's been too long." He holds onto each of my
biceps, saying, "I know, baby, and I'm gonna make it up to you tomorrow
night." I say, "How about tonight?" He pulls me to him and kisses my lips
much like our quick-as-a-wink-Danny-kiss, probably from habit, and then he
says, "I don't want to push it, Dylan. We can wait one more night."

As I'm driving the two of us to his house, Rob asks, "Do you think I should
pitch tomorrow night?" I mutter, "Well it is a try out, Rob, so ya gotta
pitch. That's what I assume a 'try-out' is. I mean, if you want to be on
the team." He says, "Yeah, I want to be on the team and I wish you did too,
but I'm not suggesting you force yourself if you don't wanna do it." I say,
"And I don't wanna do it. Not that I don't wish I was good enough. But I'm
not good enough, so that's the reality of it." He says, "Yeah well I'm not
going to argue with you about that anymore. It's up to you."

We ride for a minute with me feeling like I'm letting Rob down, but it'd be
worse if I tried-out and made a fool of myself. He says, "Anyway, I need
your help. I want to do some pitching tonight. When you get back from
meeting the swisher-boy from California you'll be my catcher." I go, "Don't
call Hayden names, Rob. You're better than that." He shrugs, "You're right,
but I never warmed up to him. Hell, I've known him for years so if I
haven't warmed up to him by now I'm probably never going to." That's funny
since I more than warmed up to Hayden. When I drop Rob off, he says, "Don't
forget to bring your glove tonight, Dylan. And tomorrow morning bring
everything else you need for sleeping here tomorrow night." Nodding my
head, I mumble, "I made a list, Rob. Just like you'd do if you were in my
place." He grins at that, mumbling, "Just like me, huh? So, you'll be my
catcher tonight, right? I'd have Danny do it but I'm positive he'll be
spending time with Hayden tonight." I nod, "Of course I'll catch for
you. See ya later, Rob."

Driving away I'm like, huh, so Rob knows those two will have reunion sex. I
wonder how he knows that since Danny won't discuss any of his sexual
exploits, not that I think there's a lot of them. And that surprises me
too. Maybe I'm wrong, but from what I can discern from off-handed comments
Danny only has sex a few times a week. Yeah, I could be wrong about that
but I don't think I am. At my condo I text Danny and he texts back that his
Mom needs his car so will I drive to the airport? Of course I will but,
wow, it's a damn good thing I agreed to go with him or he'd be screwed!

We agree I'll pick Danny up at quarter-to-six, which gives me
forty-five-minutes to change and eat something. I know Chub won't be eating
with me tonight, although I forget the details of why that is. As I'm
taking my work clothes off, untying my tie specifically, I decide I should
take a quick shower now so I won't need to do that before bed. After the
shower I get into comfortable shorts and T-shirt, my basic summer
uniform. Looking in the mirror over my bureau I reconsider what I'm wearing
for a minute. Hayden, I assume, will be glad to see me. Well, not as much
as he'll be glad to see Danny, but Hayden and I have a secret something
going on between us and I'd like to look good for him. Maybe a little bit
cooler of an outfit... and then I'm like, get serious! I'm wearing what I
normally wear after work, but I do spend some time in front of the mirror
fucking with my hair combing as best I can in its present state until
finally deciding on just a touch of a hair product. It's the hairs that
have grown over the tops of my ears that are giving me trouble. It looks
raggedy if they won't stay combed back, which they won't when my hair is
dry. A little hair gel though keeps the overgrown hairs off my ears. That's
better, but I need something so I pull my David Yurman cross necklace out
to hang outside my T-shirt and think, 'Maybe I should...' and then, no
Goddammit, you don't have any more time to fuck around!

It works out well that Chubby's not eating with me because now I need to
grab something fast. Not finding anything better to eat in the refrigerator
I make and eat two peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches. A very
unsatisfactory meal, but that's all I have time for. After gulping the
sandwiches and rushing in the bathroom to brush my teeth I'm on my way
driving the pickup right past Rob's street on the way to get to Danny's
house. After work, I could have dropped off Rob and gotten something to eat
around there since I had to drive back here anyway. Yeah, but if I did that
I'd be wearing a suit going to Logan Airport.

Danny's ready and comes right out at the toot of the pickup's horn. He's
obviously excited about seeing Hayden after like ten-days and I don't blame
him 'cause I'm kinda excited he's back in town myself. I'm not sure how
much of the intense sexual heat I'll still feel coming from him, and maybe
his voice won't be hypnotic to me now, but from past experiences with Ryan
Wilcox I expect Hayden will still be able to push all my buttons and that's
sexually kind of thrilling on a buddy-sex basis only of course. Yeah, but I
don't like myself when I lose control like I did with Hayden before he
left. I'm gonna pump the breaks on that. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I won't
get a chance to test how I'm feeling about him in the next few days what
with all of us involved with the baseball team in one way or another. Plus,
Danny's togetherness policy for the four of us doesn't offer much chance to
slip away. I get a quivery feeling in my nuts thinking about the couple of
times Hayden's fucked me and the way we were all over each other and almost
out of control with sexual heat. Yeah, Hayden, of all the guys I know. It's
crazy! I'm going to make sure he doesn't get carried away in front of
Danny. I might need to protect him from himself by being slightly offish if
he gets too rambunctious at the reunion.

The drive down route 93 to the airport isn't a lot of trouble at this time
of the day. Most of the traffic is leaving Boston, going in the other
direction on route 93. After we get Hayden and wait for his luggage I
expect the outbound business traffic to be a lot lighter, so going back
shouldn't be much of a pain-in-the-ass either. In any case I hate driving
in Boston. The traffic blows almost any time of the day or night in the
city proper. The roads were laid-up for the most part before anyone had a
clue Henry Ford would invent something called an automobile.

The best place to park at the airport, another traffic nightmare site, is
in the Central Parking Garage. Parking anywhere at Logan is expensive. In
this garage, it's $12 for the first hour. Taking the ticket from the
machine, I say, "Let's try to get out within an hour, Danny." He says, "I'm
paying for parking, Dylan, no worries... and I'll pay for gas too if you
want." I make a 'face' at him, saying, "That won't be necessary. Jeezzus!"
He leans over to hug an arm around the back of my neck, like he frequently
does, saying, "You're too nice, Dylan. Thank you for doing this! I would
have been screwed if you didn't drive." That's not true though. He would be
a little inconvenienced maybe, but he has plenty of friends he could call
and ask for a ride to the airport.

When I've parked and we're walking through the parking lot it gets a bit
awkward for me because Danny has his arm around the back of my neck again
and our sides slide together as we walk. He's telling me, "This is perfect,
babe, we're here in plenty of time thanks to you. Ya know I've noticed
something about you," and another tug on my neck as I go, "What's that?" He
goes, "You're super reliable that's what! You're always on time for
everything and I admire the shit outta that and I know Rob does too. Lots
of guys are blasé about being on time." I go, Huh," grinning to
myself thinking of my beloved brother, Jeffrey, who thinks a specific time
to be someplace is merely a rough approximation and not something to have a
heart attack over.

Inside the airport we find the normal hectic scene of people hurrying
and/or acting confused. It's loud with the public address announcements
barely understandable. Danny takes his arm off me and we look around for
the big board that indicates incoming flight and then Danny points, saying,
"There! That's Hayden's flight, 2341 from LAX. It's coming in at gate 32,
and it's on time." We wander lazily toward the area where gate 32 will be
exiting. We're obviously not allowed through security without tickets so we
need to wait quite a distance away from where he'll deplane. Danny asks,
"Did you get a chance to grab some dinner tonight?" I nod, "Yeah, I had a
couple of sandwiches." He asks, "Jeez, that's not much of a dinner. Let me
buy you something from that food cart? Or a coffee or something?" I go, "No
thanks, I'm good." He really is the nicest guy!

As we wait silently for two-minutes I do my normal guy watching but
unfortunately don't spot a single person of interest. Danny can't go more
than two-minutes without talking, which is another good aspect of him from
my point of view. He touches my arm, saying, "Oh, I just thought of
something, Dylan. Rob and I were talking earlier today and we sorta decided
he's going to do my next haircut for me. I mean, if it's okay with you." I
look at him, asking, "When were you talking about that?" He goes, "I called
him at work today and, um, I forget how we got on the topic. Oh, he
mentioned you needed a haircut since that's another thing he's been unable
to do for you... along with other obvious things. Anyway, I mentioned I
liked the haircut he did for you and he said he'd give me one like yours."
Dammit! I liked cutting Danny's hair, but naturally I'm not telling him
that. Most guys aren't even aware something like a haircut fetish even
exists, and I admit it is a little bit creepy. That's one of the reasons
why I don't go around talking about it with every Tom, Dick, and
Harry. Plus, Danny called Rob at work? Rob doesn't like personal calls at
work. I'd never do that. A text in an emergency would be okay, but not a
cellphone call.

I'm busy acting as if I couldn't care less that Rob's doing Danny next
haircut, but inside there's a mixture of jealousy and
disappointment. Robby's my barber, plus I liked cutting Danny's hair. His
arm squeezes my waist as he says, "Everything okay, babe? I say, "Oh yeah,
everything's fine! It's just, Jesus dude, you guys don't need my approval
for Rob to give you a haircut." Danny's hands go to the back of my neck for
a squeeze and a little shake of my head as he's grinning and saying, "Hell,
I know that, babe, but I thought I'd be polite and phrase it in a way it
wouldn't hurt your feelings. I mean you did give me my last haircut and I'm
sort of dumping you as my barber and going to barber Rob." He chuckles, and
then adds, "Plus you've got the barber clippers so we need to stay on your
good side." He smiles at me and I feel real affection coming from him even
with all that jabbering nonsense. As if I care about that fucking haircut
and yeah, they do need my barber tools. Danny's always ready with a smile
and a show of friendship though, so... Anyway, he's probably like that with
everyone which probably is why he's so popular.

For something to say after that awkward haircutting talk, I go, in a joking
manner, "Do you do much people-touching, Danny?" He gives me another
mischievous grin rubbing up the back of my head knocking off his hat that I
put on before leaving the house. He goes, "You mean like that?" and he
picks up the hat and hand it to me, saying, " I like touching my friends
and anyway, dude, I'm gay in case ya didn't know it." I say, "Touch me all
you want, ya queer," and we both laugh. Then I hold his hat out to him,
mumbling, "I don't feel right stealing your hat." He makes a face, "Don't
be silly, babe, you keep it. I told you I have tons of baseball caps at
home. I'm flattered you want to wear one of mine."

We're back to silently watching the endless flow of people moving past us
with me still thinking about Danny's haircut discussion, I go, "Well ya
know, Rob's my barber too so when's he going to be doing our haircuts? Did
he say?" Danny shrugs, "No, he just said he'd do it sometime soon. So,
he'll be our official barber then, right?" I go, "He's been mine for a
while now, Danny, so yeah. I actually like him doing my haircuts." He
flicks his finger near the back, left side of my head, just below the hat,
saying, "He left some shingles here. He cut it uneven." I frown as I'm
moving my head away from Danny's finger, muttering, "Yeah, I know but he's
getting pretty good and better all the time." Danny says, "Oh Christ, I
guess so. He told me he's spent like two whole days watching haircutting
tutorials last week alone, and more than that at other times."

Twenty hours? I go, "Yeah? Well I knew he's been doing some of that because
he's a conscientious nut about everything, but I had no idea he was doing
it to that extent. Good for him, I guess." Danny mutters, "Yeah, I guess,
but that sounds like a fucking boring way to spend two days, don'cha
think?" I shrug, "Like I just said, Rob's really conscientious about
anything he does!" Danny goes, "He is, I know that, and I try to be too." I
go, "Everybody would probably like to be conscientious, but it's a matter
of how hard they try. Robby's sincere about being conscientious with
cutting hair and ever fucking other thing you can think of. I admire him!"
Danny goes, "Oh, I see Hayden! There he is! He's wearing what looks like a
lady's hat," and he laughs out loud. I'm like, 'Where?" and Danny point
Hayden out, still chuckling and then exclaiming, "That nut! He cracks me
up," and we move to the end of the tunnel Hayden's walking down.

Hayden spots us almost as soon as Danny spotted him and he blows us a kiss
with a flourish, and then does some kind of an embarrassing girlie curtsey
by bending his knees and bowing his head. His head comes so far forward his
hat falls off but he catches it and puts it back on after jerking his head
back as though he has long hair and needs to get it back in place. I hate
when girls do that. It seems so pretentious and I'm glad I never saw Hayden
do it for real when he actually did have a long woman-styled hairdo, before
I cut it for him. His hairs' still longish but now it at least looks like a
guy's longish hairdo. I'm not sure how I'm feeling about Hayden right now
'cause I'm not appreciating his 'fairy' act. He approaches us with his
limp-wrist act in full bloom which makes Danny laugh. They kiss right here,
but not some bombastic kiss; more like a two-second kiss and then a normal
quick hug.

Hayden screams, "Daniel, I've missed you so much," and they do another
routine hug, without kissing. Hayden's carrying a satchel that's covered in
pictures of daisies. The thing has a long strap that's over one of Hayden's
smallish shoulders. Turning to me, he takes the thing off and hands the bag
to me, saying, "You sweet thing, Dylan. Coming to greet me back like this,"
and my reflex action takes the bag from him, as he's saying to me, "Honey,
be a good boy and please hold this damn bag for me. It's cutting into my
shoulder." Then he does some air-kisses near my cheek, but no hug as he's
saying, "Kiss, kiss." I'm now holding his flowered handbag away from me
like it's full of dog shit.

Danny has this bemused expression on his face as Hayden gets something from
his pocket.  He hands a little box to Danny, saying, "I saw this in a
darling shop on Rodeo Drive and had to buy it for you, Daniel." Danny
frowns as he opens it and then laughs, saying, "I don't fucking wear
broaches, Hayden!" and Hayden takes it back, saying, "I knew you'd say that
so I'm keeping it for myself." He puts an arm through my left arm and
through Danny's right arm, as he says, "Shall we go? And oh my God, don't
you two delicious boys look good enough to eat!"

Danny pulls his arm away from Hayden's and then puts it across Hayden's
shoulder, as he says, "Any chance you can bring your Bette Davis act down a
couple of octaves, Hayden? At least until we get out of the airport."
Hayden goes, "Whaddaya mean, sweetheart?"  As we start walking towards the
sign that reads 'Baggage' I pull my arm away from Hayden's as he continuing
to act as 'swishy' as it's possible to be. When Hayden way overdoes it like
this I don't want to be with him. Oh sure, I know he does it because Danny
thinks it funny but I'm beginning to understand Rob not warming up to
Hayden.

It's like, the few times Hayden and I have done anything together he's
never pulled this shit with me. And I can see he's obvious wearing eye
makeup too. I'm walking behind those two still carrying Hayden's, I don't
know what it is exactly. I said satchel at first but now that I look closer
it's more like a lady's purse. And it's full of stuff that's kinda heavy. I
hear Hayden babbling and Danny laughing. Jesus, why the hell did Danny want
me to come with him anyway? A better question is why did I agree to come
with him? I mean before Danny needed a ride. I couldn't very well say 'no'
though, not when Danny called saying he was desperate for a ride to the
airport. And fuck, the other thing that's bugging me is Hayden's paid me
basically five-seconds of attention, and that's about it. Ha, and I was
concerned he'd be all over me too much with Danny here. I didn't need worry
about that obviously.

Yeah well, I actually don't know what I expected. Hayden is paranoid that
Danny will find out he and I are having hot sex together, so because of
that I suppose he felt he needed to basically ignore my presence. And
frankly I'm not too crazy about Danny or Rob finding out about Hayden's and
my sexual activities either. Plus, ha ha, if Hayden keeps this 'swishy' gay
act up there won't be anything for Danny or Rob to find out about. Hayden's
act is a complete turn-off to me and I can't for the life of me imagine why
it entertains Danny. I mean, I've nothing against gay guys being themselves
no matter how gay-acting that is. With Hayden though it's half an act and
half himself. He didn't annoy me when I first met him outside the movies
that time and he was obvious gay, but being himself. This is more like he's
performing.

We wait at the baggage carousel for twenty-minutes before baggage begins
coming down a chute and begins going around and around until people
retrieve it. During that time Hayden was all over Danny until Danny told
him to cool it. They had plenty to talk about but I didn't join in not
knowing what they were referring to most of the time. Mostly reminisces of
gay club experiences. Rob and I hardly ever visit gay clubs or bars so I'm
pretty much clueless. Finally, Hayden large suitcase comes around the
carousel. It's huge but it's on wheels so he can drag it behind him. He
keeps up a steady stream of conversation, now speaking about the debating
competition and his partner and roommate, Tom Davis. Danny finds him
amusing so naturally Hayden continues playing-up the exaggerated gay-act,
while I'm getting a headache listening to him.

In the pickup Hayden's suitcase barely fits in the smallish backseat and
then he sits in the middle between Danny and me. I drive cautiously out of
the airport because it busy at all times and if I make one wrong turn, or
if I get in a wrong lane, I could be driving around in the airport for
another half-an-hour. I correctly connect with the route 93 tunnel partly
by accident because I'm getting absolutely no help with directions from
either of the boyfriends. Once on route 93 I'm good though, I don't need
any help with directions from here on out. I hear the two of them making
plans for tonight. Apparently, this is Danny's Mom's night to play gin
rummy with the girls, which is why she needed Danny's car. It also means
Danny's house is empty for those two to do whatever it is they do together.

I drop them off at Danny's house and help wrestle Hayden's oversized
suitcase out of the backseat. Danny hugs me, saying, "Thank you so much,
Dylan. You not only kept me company but you saved my ass by driving." He
turns to Hayden, "What would I have done without a car to pick you up at
the airport? Dylan was nice enough to drive me." Hayden says, "Well aren't
you the sweetest thing, Dylan. Thank you so much," and now he hugs me. I
mutter, "Glad to help." Huh, I'm feeling absolute zero sexual heat for him
and I don't know whether I'm disappointed about that, or relieved.

Without dilly-dallying around I say my goodbyes and drive the short
distance to Rob's house getting there at ten-minutes-of-eight. It'll still
be light for maybe an hour, so we have time to do our pitch and
catch. Robby's in the back yard when I walk up the driveway. He smiles,
"Hi, boyfriend. Everything go okay at the airport?" I nod, "Yeah, we got
him right on time. Danny had to let his Mom use his car so I had to drive."
Rob's got his baseball glove and he's tossing a hardball in the air
absently and catching it without even looking at it. I ask, "How ya
feeling?" and he goes, "I swear I feel the best I have since the
operation." I go, "Good," and he says, "I've been going through my pitching
motion and I think I'm going to be okay. I feel a little tug at the
tightness where the incision is, probably some scar tissue. No real pain
though. How 'bout catching a few for me." I hold up my glove and he says,
"Good, let's do it in the driveway in front of the stone wall. That'll be
our back stop."

Rob does his wind-up and then tosses some easy ones to me and then puts a
little something extra behind the pitch and, 'Wham" it hits my glove and I
go, "Ow, damn, man!" and ask, "Do you have a catcher's mitt I can use? That
last one really stung." He goes, "No, I don't have a catcher's mitt," but
he goes inside and gets a kitchen sponge; a dry one, that I put it in my
glove and he starts pitching for real. I catch most of them in a catcher's
crouch and don't complain even though every fast ball stings my hand. After
a dozen-or-more catches though I stand up, saying, "I gotta take a break,"
and pull my hand out of my glove to shake it and then look at it. I go, "My
palm's red. How fast do you think you're throwing that sucker?" Robby comes
over to me and takes my hand to look at the palm, saying, "Low
eighties. Coach in high school had a radar gun and the best I could do was
occasionally hit eighty-seven or eighty-eight for my fast ball. I doubt
it's more than low eighties by now though, if that."

We share a cigarette and then Rob's tries some curve balls. They tend to go
all over the place at first but after fifteen-minutes he's breaking some
off that would be over the plate in a game. He stops and we sit in the pool
house with him saying, "It's kinda like riding a bike. You never forget how
to do that, or pitch apparently. I still have decent velocity and I was
getting the curve ball over near the end there. Last thing I'll need to
work on is my change-up. That's harder to throw than you might think
because it's the same arm speed as a fast ball but I need to let the ball
go so it comes in much slower, like ten miles an hour slower. Get guys
swinging ahead of it or fouling it off." I go, "You're pitching pretty
fucking good if you ask me. I couldn't hit your shit."

He grins and takes my hat off looking at it, muttering, "Thanks," and then
he asks, "Where'd you get this summer league hat?" I mumble, "Stole it from
Danny," and Rob chuckles, saying, "I don't think he'll miss it. He has a
closet full of baseball caps. Hell, I do too," and he puts the cap back on
my head, saying, "Before I forget, earlier today Danny asked me if I'd give
him a haircut like yours. Would you mind if I did?" I go, "Why would I
mind?" he nods, "I don't know. You like doing haircuts, right? Anyway, I'll
give both of you haircuts sometime this week. I've been studying the
tutorials and I know the haircut I'm doing for you guys." I go, "Yeah,
Danny told me. Like my last haircut only shorter, right?" He nods, "Yeah, a
summer-short haircut. Lots of clipper works. You'll like it." Huh, he asks
if I mind him giving Danny a haircut because I did Danny's last haircut,
but he doesn't ask if I want this haircut he's studied for. That's another
little piece of left-over being in-charge idiocy even though I told him I
wasn't looking for that anymore. Ha ha, that strikes me as funny because
Rob doesn't realize he's doing the take-charge shit with this haircut
situation, or with him deciding we'll have a sleep-over at his house.

The mosquitoes are out now that the sun has gone down so we go inside where
his Mom says, "Oh, hi, Dylan. I understand you'll be our guest tomorrow
night." I go, "Yes, ma'am, if it's okay." She chuckles, and says, "Well
apparently it's okay if Rob says it's okay. He's too much like his
father. They both insist on getting what they want." Rob goes, "Oh for
chrissakes, Mother, put a lid on it." She makes a face at me nodding her
head at Rob, saying, "They're two peas in a pod, that one there and his
father." The only thing I can take from her comments is that Mrs. Dickers
said 'no' to me sleeping over and Rob said I'm sleeping over whether she
likes it or not. I'm only surmising that's the situation of course, but it
sure seems that way to me. As for 'Robert' the father, maybe he and Rob are
two peas in a pod, but the only pea I care about the most is the young one.

With the tension, real or imagined, building up I unconsciously step a foot
closer to Rob and he laughs, saying, "Mom's bark is much worse than her
bite, babe," and she smiles, saying, "It's true, Dylan. You're always
welcome here. The only thing I said to Rob is why not have Danny stay over
too and you boys can have a pajama party and do each other's hair." Rob
goes, "Maybe I will have Danny over with Dylan, but we won't be doing each
other's hair." Then he laughs, "Oh shit, or maybe we will... ha ha, but we
won't be toasting marshmallows and trying on each other's clothes.  C'mon,
Dylan lets go downstairs." We go to the basement and play ping pong for a
while.

Rob seems so much better health-wise I can hardly wait for tomorrow
night. He dumps his paddle on the table, muttering, "I've had enough of
this." We sit in two old chairs with Rob telling me, "Tomorrow is the last
day you'll need to drive me. Well, you don't really need to drive tomorrow
either, but I told Mom you would, to pacify her. So, Thursday after work
I'll drive you home and keep the pickup. Do you want me to pick you up
Friday morning?" Hmmm, that would probably be at seven-fifteen, so I go,
"No thanks. I'll take the bus and get back in the habit of doing that, but
thanks anyway. The bus isn't bad at all." as an afterthought I mutter, "I
get some nice boners from the motion of the bus." He laughs and then
mumbles, "It probably be easier listing the things that don't give you a
boner."

Around nine-forty-five I take off and drive myself home. Before getting
ready for bed I lay out everything I need to bring with me for my
sleep-over. I'm seriously excited about sleeping with Rob... seriously! And
that's even though it's at his house, which will tell ya how desperate I am
to have lover's sex with him. I make my lunch and put it in the
refrigerator, and then take my shower before going to bed because I want to
get out early in the morning, the way Rob likes it. In bed, I think only
about Rob and me tomorrow. First, I guess I'll need to have dinner with his
family and then at seven o'clock he'll try out for the baseball team and
then the four of us will do something together. I think Danny said we're
going to hang-out at the Dairy Queen after practice. Maybe I'll see Marty
West there since he lives around the corner from the Dairy Queen and he
said he's there a lot in the summer.

After we do all that though, then it'll finally be me and Rob alone at
last, naked in his bed together. I fall asleep thinking about that and I
think I dreamed about it too but I'm not positive. It could be I woke up
thinking about tonight with Rob and mistakenly thought I'd dreamed about
it. I get all my stuff in the pickup and I'm on the road at seven
o'clock. Impossibly early for a job that starts at eight-thirty but my
boyfriend likes to be early for everything. What he likes, I'll learn to
like too. That very well may be my next big motto! I'm wearing my other
suit this morning along with a white shirt and a tie, shined loafer on my
feet 'cause I mean to impress my boyfriend and maybe his whole fucking
family.

When I get to Rob's he insists we bring everything, including the suit I
wore yesterday and will wear Friday, to his bedroom. He hangs everything in
his closet. My toiletry kit goes on his bureau and my satchel with casual
clothes and pajamas is unpacked and those things are laid out on the bureau
top too. Robby nods his head that he's satisfied everything's in place and
then he mumbles, "Good, now you're all set for after work today and for
tomorrow morning too." Me being more like Rob is not a bad idea. That's
another motto I came up with the other day.

I'm actually feeling giddy thinking about Robby and me together today and
tonight so I don't even mind the 'looks' I get from his Mom. As for
Mr. Dickers, he's sitting at the kitchen table and, without looking up from
his newspaper, he swallows some coffee and says, "G'morning, Dylan," and I
say it back to him and then Rob and I are out the door again and in the
pickup with me acting as Rob's chauffeur one last day. He asks, "Did you
have breakfast?" I shake my head, "Nah, too busy this morning," and he
goes, "Mom always makes me breakfast. You'll have a good breakfast tomorrow
morning. Most important meal of the day." I mutter, "I think that's bull
shit," and Robby goes, "I do too."

After we drive along for a minute, Rob says, "Dylan, let me tell you how
impressed I am about the way you've been absolutely fantastic all through
my stupid appendicitis and to show my appreciation I'm asking you out on a
formal date this Saturday night. I want to take you to dinner in Boston and
spend some of the money Dodger gave me," I go, "Aw, you don't need to spend
the money on me, Rob." That's the correct thing to say although I like the
idea of dinner in Boston. At a red light, Rob leans over and does what
Danny's been doing a lot of. He squeezes the back of my neck giving me
shivers as he's saying, "Honest to God, I'd rather spend every cent I own
on you than spend it in any other way I can think of. Do we have a date
Saturday night?" I go, "Yes, thank you for asking me out." We both chuckles
at that.

I'm thinking about it for a minute and then ask, "Um, but do you think
Danny will be pissed that just the two of us are doing something, minus the
other two musketeers?" Rob asks, "Are you fucking serious? You and I will
do whatever we feel like doing and I mean with or without Danny and his
girlfriend." Grinning, I go, "Name-calling again, Robby?" He shrugs,
"Sorry, but I'm serious about you and me. We'll do lots of things together,
just the two of us. Danny's grand idea of us four being best buddies is a
fine idea, but not to the exclusion of you and me being alone at
times. Anyway, don't worry about what Danny thinks, babe." I go, "He is our
leader though." Rob smirks, "Get serious. You're our leader." No I'm not!

As I turn onto the Dickers & Son Inc. property, I'm like, "Well I for one
am glad you're on board with Danny's plans for us four being tight buddies
'cause I think it's a good idea us gay boys stick together and support each
other" He says, "Oh yeah, like I said, I'm all for the idea but that
doesn't mean you and me can't do our own thing." I mutter, "That's
cool. Um, shall I drive to the front entrance for you?" He goes, "Sure, I
might as well milk the last drop outta having a chauffeur." Smiling at him,
I go, "I actually love being your chauffeur, Robby." As I'm carefully
driving us to the front entrance, I ask, "Um, seriously, don't you feel
Danny's kind of become the leader of our little group? I mean all kidding
aside." Rob looks over at me, "Our leader, huh? So you're serious about
that. Huh, actually I hadn't given it a thought until you brought it
up. But yeah okay, um, it was his idea that us four gay guys spend more
time together, and I'm fine with that even if Hayden is included. Sure, I'm
okay with Danny being our little group's leader, someone needs to be I
guess." I say, "I'm glad to hear you say that, Rob, because I'm okay with
it too." I like having a leader.

Robby sort of flaps his hands apart, mumbling, "It's no big deal to
me. Mostly I'm feeling good you and Danny are finally friends. He's a
really good guy and next to you he's pretty much my favorite friend." I nod
my head to that and park at the curb in front of the main entrance, "Here
we are, boss." He laughs, "I'm your boss, huh?" I mutter, "In a manner of
speaking." He says, "Good to know where everyone stands, huh?" I'd like to
jump his bones right now. His blue eyes shine and I like the preppy haircut
I did for him last week using only scissors. I can't resist, so I lean
over, stretching my seatbelt and saying, "Give me a kiss, Rob." He rubs my
hair, saying, "Not here, Dylan." I go, "We didn't do our good morning
kiss." He chuckles. I think, Boo!

Taking his seatbelt off, Robby goes, "I'll give you two kisses after work
to make up for missing this morning's one." Sitting back in the driver's
seat I go, "You're the boss," and he goes, "Yep, I'm the boss until you
disagree with something and then we'll do it your way, like we always
have." I go, "Oh man, that's just so wrong," and he laughs, saying, "I love
you so much I'd like to hug and kiss you and have sex with you right here."
I say, "Me too, boss, but we probably shouldn't." Grinning, Rob gets out,
saying, "I'll text you about lunch, babe." I do a little wave and then
drive around back feeling really good about Rob and me. Getting back to
normalcy is what I needed, and for me that means Robby Dickers! Damn, I'm
lucky!

There's a smile on my face, a real one, all morning and the interviews go
very well. Then there's some disappointment when I get Rob's texts that
he's stuck having lunch in a meeting. Oh well, I eat lunch alone in my
'office' thinking about Rob and me together in bed tonight. I'm like a
young teenager anticipating having sex for the first time with the
'crush-boy' of my dreams. It's really exciting and, oh man, I felt Rob's
love for me this morning. Yeah, maybe Danny is the leader of our foursome
but Robby will always be my number one leader. It's almost painful being
this deeply in love with him. He looked so handsome coming out to the
pickup this morning. It almost took my breath away seeing him smile at me
like he does.

Then the afternoon interviews go very well too. Everything is going my way
it seems, that is until the next to the last Accounting Department employee
interview. She turns out to be the dog-turd floating in my punch
bowl. Well, I know life's not perfect so I guess I deserve a Rose Marie
Garrity every once in a while. She's a persnickety bitch who, according to
the computer listing, is single and age forty-one. Twelve years with
Dickers and Son, Inc. too, and she's worked her way up to be the assistant
to the payroll manager. A small woman with tight facial features and an
expression like maybe her shoes are two sizes too small and her feet
hurt. Everything with Rose Marie must be exact. Basically I knew she'd be a
pain in the ass from the second I met her. First of all, she waited right
outside my door until I finally tentatively asked, "Um, is that you Rose
Marie?" She aggressively frowns in at me as I say, "Well, c'mon in please."

Stepping inside the door, she says, "I wasn't sure what to do and you
certainly were no help leaving me waiting out there like I was sent to the
principal's office. No one told me anything about how this interview was to
be conducted and I blame you for that. You should have a sign on your door
explaining the procedure instead of having me wait out there like I've got
nothing better to do." That tirade is so bizarre and uncalled for I don't
know how to respond to it at first. I've been in an awesomely good mood
today though, so I simply smile, and say, "Yes, You're probably
right. Please, have a seat." She's wearing on her small, flat-chested body
a one-piece dress, one that I envision a woman crossing the prairies in a
covered wagon during the eighteen-hundreds might wear. All that's missing
is a bonnet.

She sits down on the front edge of the chair with her legs tightly together
and her folded hands in her lap, saying, "You should start by introducing
yourself, young man." Okay, now I'm starting to get a tad pissed-off. I go,
"Yes, of course. I'm Dylan Newman and the company has hired me to
introduce, individually, to each employee their new benefits package." She
looks to her left, her pointy nose in the air and does a breathy exhale as
if I just called her a cunt. Ignoring her odd reaction to me introducing
myself, I take a new brochure from the pile and lay it on the table facing
Rose Marie, saying, "As you can see right here, your company-paid group
life insurance has been increased..." and she interrupts, "Life insurance
is a personal matter between me and Dickers & Son, Inc. and it's not a
matter I care to discuss with you. Next you'll be discussing my beneficiary
which is another thing that's none of your business." Ha ha, what an
incredible bitch! She says things that are so ridiculously inappropriate,
and beside the point, it leaves me speechless. What do you say to something
as stupid as what she just said?

All I can do is wait until I'm sure she's done talking and then proceed as
if she didn't say anything. "As you see here, Rose,..." and she interrupts
again, "Don't be fresh! You're too young to be referring to me as
'Rose'. You don't know me. I'm Ms. Garrity to you, if you don't mind." Is
this bitch for real? Wait a second... this could be a gag set-up by Eileen
and her friend, what's-her-name? I can't be sure though, so I play it
straight, saying, "Fine, Ms. Garrity, your new life insurance benefit is
twice your annual salary," and to head her off, I quickly add, "Not that I
know what your salary is, nor do I know who your beneficiary is. I'm
speaking generally. Everyone's group life insurance is double their annual
salary, um, whatever that might be. So you see, I'm not privy to your
personal information." She raises her eyebrows, mumbling, "Go on. Get this
over with, I have work backed-up at my work station so I'd appreciate if
you'd be less verbose." Her hair is pulled back very tightly against her
scalp with a knot of hair in the back. It looks painful. She's wearing
pink, oval-shaped eyeglasses with a chain hanging off each arm, or 'temple'
which I believe is what opticians refer to the arms of eyeglasses.

Nodding my head, that's ready to explode, I point with a ballpoint pen at
the second benefit, saying, "The co-pay for your health plan has been
reduced..." and she says, "It's not 'my' health plan, young man. It's the
health plan the company arbitrarily assigned to me as a twelve-year
employee." I go, "Yes, the same health plan a one-day employee is assigned,
and paid for in-full by the company." Disgusted with her finally, I push
the brochure towards her, saying, "Why don't you skim over this, Rosie, and
if you need help understanding any of it, I'll be right here to do my
job. If not, thank you for your time and all I need is your signature here
on this three-by-five card and then you can get back to that backed-up work
station of yours." She makes a face like, 'Well I never...' and pulls the
brochure closer to her. She's reading it as I glare at her. I think I've
built up enough goodwill with the muckety-mucks of this company, including
the owner, that this old crow can't get me in trouble. Probably there's no
one in the whole company who can stand Rose Marie anyway.

With furrowed eyebrows she reads the brochure, her lips moving slightly as
she does it. I'm calming down and beginning to feel bad for her so I
quietly say, in a nice tone of voice, "I'd be very happy to review any or
all of the changes with you, Ms. Garrity." She abruptly drops the brochure,
saying, "I'm a speed-reader young man and I do not appreciate you're
condensing tone. I fully understand these obvious changes, thank you very
much. Where do I sign?" I almost laugh out loud but, still not sure this
isn't someone's idea of a prank, I smile while pushing over the acceptance
three-by-five card, saying, "Right there at the bottom." She says, "I can
see that! What do I sign with, my fingernail?" Mumbling, "So sorry," I push
a ballpoint pen to her. She signs with a flare, lifting the pen when she's
finished her name like she just signed the Declaration of Independence. She
looks right at me and says, "You're a very polite, good-looking young
man. All the girls said you were, and they were right.." Shocked by that, I
stutter, "Oh, um," and stand up when she abruptly gets up. I finally
managing to say, "That's very nice of you to say." She frowns hard at me
again, saying, "You'll do well in the business world, Mr. Newman," and she
turns and walks out. Holy shit, what the fuck?

Three minutes later I'm still a little bit shell-shocked when the
Accounting Department supervisor, a nice woman with a nice smile, comes in
asking, "How'd it go with Rose Marie?" I stand and shake hands with her,
smiling and asking, "Was that a prank, perhaps?" She sits down, saying,
"Unfortunately no. I'm sure you got one-hundred-percent Rose Marie. I saved
her until the end afraid you'd run out of the office screaming if I sent
her over early on." I'm grinning and nodding my head and chuckling before
saying, "Actually she told me I'd be very successful in the business
world." She smiles, "Wow, good for you. It's your good looks. Rose is a
sucker for a good looking young fellow like yourself." I go, "She hid those
feelings very well." This last interview with the Accounting Manager takes
only three-minutes and now I've completed the biggest department in the
company. I feel great and to hell with Rose Marie.

It's four o'clock so I take my time putting everything where it belongs and
then sit here smiling and waiting for Robby's text. I wish we didn't need
to deal with baseball practice or try-outs or whatever tonight. I'd like
for Rob and me to go straight into his bedroom and stay there until
tomorrow morning. Then I'm daydreaming about Robby giving Danny and me
haircuts. To me the very thought of that is uber sexy. It's not sexy at all
to Rob or Danny of course, and too bad for them. Actually, Rob likes doing
my haircut, but it's not sexy to him.

Giving a haircut can be an intimate thing to do together. I think Rob
agrees when we do that for each other. Until recently I've always been the
barber and Rob's so competitive I think he wants to do it better than
me. In that regard, it's just like Robby to spend twenty hours studying
haircut tutorials. Hell, I haven't spent twenty-hours watching them in my
whole life, and I'm the one with a haircut fetish. Yeah, but I do like Rob
cutting my hair, and now that's he's getting good at it that's just icing
on the cake. Here's another thing I wouldn't admit to anyone: I think it's
kinda cool that Danny and me will be rocking identical haircuts done by
Robby. That's too creepy a thing to admit to anyone, but it's how I feel at
the moment. Yep, and I've bought into Danny's act totally. The
disappointing thing about our foursome thus far I guess is the way Hayden
acted at the airport yesterday. He basically ignored me, but that wasn't
the disturbing part. It's that he was too busy doing all that 'swishy'
behavior that as mostly phony just to make Danny laugh.

Snapping me out of my daydreams, I hear, "Hey, Dylan! What are you dreaming
about?" Huh? "Oh, hi, Rob." As I stand up and he kicks the door closed, I'm
saying, "Thanks for making the trip down to my humble, um, office." He
smiles, "Gawd, you look so cute and sexy with that suit on! C' mere." Of
course, I'm smiling as I step over to him. We hug and kiss and then Rob's
like, "C'mon, chauffeur, drive me home one last time. We'll change clothes
and throw the ball around a little before dinner." Of fuck that's right, I
had my suit on all day without even thinking about it. That's what Carl
must have meant this morning when he said, 'Now you're with the program,
Dylan.' I didn't know what he meant then, but it was me wearing a
suit. Hell, it's not so bad doing what's expected of me; what I'm supposed
to do in the first place, earning my salary.

Driving us to Rob's house I'm like, "How long's baseball practice?" He
says, "About an hour. Danny thinks he's gonna get you out there practicing
with all the guys. He thinks you'll be allowed to practice, although you
won't be on the teams until a position player gets hurt, or I guess quits
for some reason. It happens every year." I go, "Jeez, I already told you I
don't think I'm good enough to be on the team and I'm definitely not
embarrassing myself practicing with you guys." He goes, "Nonsense. You're
good enough, but like I said, if you don't wanna do it, then don't do
it. It's that simple." I go, "Don't yell at me, Rob," and he looks at me,
"I wasn't yelling. I never yell at you." I mutter, "Well, don't lecture me
then," and he snickers, "That's one of my jobs... lecturing you." I can't
help but grin. Yeah but, why won't Danny just leave me out of it. I'm
spending the night with Rob so I have to go to the practice. I don't mind
doing that but I'm not joining in no matter what Danny says. Fact is Danny
thinks he's doing me a favor. That's nice of him, but I'm not interested.

At Rob's house, we see his Mom in the backyard gardening. She looks over,
saying, "How did work go today, Robert? You feeling okay?" He mutters,
"Great. I'm feeling fine, Mom." She nods, and says, "How about you? How'd
your day go, Danny, um, Dylan?" I smile, like I always do, and says, "Very
well, Mrs. Dickers. Really good day." She says, "That's good to hear and,
oh, I made brownies for you boys," and then she goes back to digging up
weeds. Inside Rob gets out a half-gallon carton of milk from the
refrigerator and drinks from the spout, swallow, swallow, swallow, and then
says, "Get us a couple of glasses out of that cabinet, Dylan. We'll try
these brownies." I get the glasses saying, "I don't like drinking milk,
Rob," He goes, "Even with brownies?" I shrug, "Oh, okay," and Rob pours
milk into both glasses, finishing off the half gallon. Leaving the empty
container on the counter, he says, "Bring your glass and we'll eat these in
my room," as he picks up the plate of brownies and his glass of milk. I
follow him upstairs and, as we eat four large brownies each, I tell Rob
about Rose Marie which gets him laughing his ass off. It is pretty funny in
hindsight.

After the fourth brownie, I mumble, "I feel slightly sick," and then finish
off the rest of my milk which makes me feel sicker. I don't like plain milk
except in cereal occasionally. In a milk shake, no problem... yum! Robby
comes over and puts his arms around me, and with his breath smelling like
milk and brownies, he says, "I can see now that I'm not gonna be able to
wait for tonight, baby." We kiss sweetly and then Rob gets a little more
aggressive with his making-out. His pink, perfect tongue moves sexily over
mine and then across my teeth and all around the inside of my mouth. A few
minutes of that and I gasp moving the side of my face against his,
murmuring, "You'll make me cum, Rob. Stop for a second." He's grabbing my
butt cheeks, saying in my ear, "Drop your pants, baby. I'll get some
lubricant."

With my heart pounding and my mind in a frenzy I drop my suit pants, still
wearing my suit jacket, white shirt, and loosened tie. Robby's right behind
me pushing lube up my ass with one hand and reaching around to stroke my
hardening cock with his other. I get boned-up almost instantly but I can't
catch my breath. Robby says, "I'll do our slow lover's sex tonight, babe,
but right now I need to get off quickly. I'm gonna be fucking you hard and
fast." I mumble, 'But Rob, your Mother's just outside the..." and he goes,
"Shhhhh, baby, bend over now." My whole body is quivering. I totally wasn't
expecting this afternoon-sex. I don't know why I wasn't expecting it
because it makes all the sense in the world, but I just wasn't. Maybe I'm
so used to not doing it with Robby I accepted that it'd needs to be later
tonight like he said yesterday.

With my hands on my knees and the lips of my ass tightening I feel Robby
pushing my suit jacket and shirt up my back with one hand and fingering my
asshole with the other. Whimpering a little I shudder and moan, Oooh,
Robby... mmmm," and he slides his hand down my back to my hip with the suit
jacket and shirt slide back down too. This time he roughly pushes both my
shirt and suit jacket way up so the coat tails are hanging over my
shoulders in front. His hand is back on my hip as a finger of his other
hand rubs my prostate with me stiffening and murmuring again, "I'm gonna
cum, Rob." Pulling his finger out he makes a very aroused-sounding-exhale
and now the hand with the lubricate grips my other hip and slides a little
smearing lubricant there. My face is scrunched up as I murmur, "Fuck me,
Robby, ooh, ooh, I'm so fucking hot...."

Rob's fat cock head is at my asshole and then with an, "Oooh!" he pushes it
in past my sphincter muscles and steadily forces the head up my ass until
his crotch is tight against my buttocks. The pain is blinding for a few
seconds but I don't care. I know it's very temporary. Three humps against
me, rough, dominant humps and then an even harder hump that pushes me a
step forward. He grunts, and says, "Stand still, Dylan," as he gets an arm
around under my belly trapping my shirt tails between his arm and my
body. My suit jacket was pulled against my side when Robby pushed most of
it over my shoulders, so it's out of the way but feeling
uncomfortable. Another hard hump against my ass and I feel his boner
expanding inside me. The pain when he rammed his cock up there is lessening
as my rectum is adjusting quickly. It's been seasoned pretty well by
Dodger's equally fat hard cock fucking me six or seven times. Well,
probably more than that actually.

Robby lets out a long exhale and then leans over me, asking quietly, "Is it
feeling okay, babe?" I nod my head, "Uh huh. I'm feeling fantastic, Robby."
He starts humping and thrusting and then it's me making a moaning, "Ahhh,'
sound with every hard, fast thrust of that fat human pole up my ass. My,
"Aah!" joins the, "Slapslapslap," sounds that fill his bedroom and surely
can be heard in the backyard through the open window. "Ahh, ahh, ahh, oooh,
Rob," and "Slapslapslap," for maybe three-minutes before the explosion of
sensations in and around my rectum join forces with sparkling vibrations
coming off my rock-hard cock that sticking straight out poking the end on
my left shirttail and I know I'm gonna cum. My climax is on me sizzling and
sparking at the million nerve endings in my rectum sending awesome
sensations all around my pelvis area. As I moan, "Aaaah," my body stiffens
and I can't even take a breath before squealing, "Eeeeiii," with cum firing
out from my boner hitting the shirttail with a thud. The end flops up and
then drops down wetly on the head of my cock as another stream of cum
shoots out. I'm shaking all over with Robby laying on my back still firing
his cock up my ass, his hips moving smoothly, his noisy breathing in my
ear. I'm limp after that climax and now rocking forward and back with each
fast hard deliberate thrust up my ass until he goes, "Oooh, fuuuuuck....,"
humping against my butt cheeks he shoots a sharp string of cum off the
walls of my bowels and then another... and another.

My shoulders are shuddering again as Rob breaths deeply and then grips my
hips and does more hard, fast thrusting in my now creamy-cum-filled ass
before pulling out and slapping my ass hard making a loud "SMACK!" sound
that had to have been heard outside too. Rob's oblivious to any of that, as
he's leaning over breathy deeply and then murmuring, "Oh shit, did I ever
need that, Dylan. Ohmigod!" I'm standing up holding my cock and still
feeling buzzing sensations around my asshole and groin. I realize I'm
making a face but don't care as I'm trying hard to concentrate on the after
effect of that fast climax. Rob pats my back, mumbling, "We'll do it again
in a little while, babe. Jesus, I gotta sit the fuck down though. That was
quite a workout."

He sits on his desk chair smiling and then, after another big exhale, he
goes, "Hey, Dylan, take everything off. Get naked, baby." I'm taking off my
suit coat, saying, "Your mother's right outside, Rob." He makes a face
like, 'So what?' then stands and takes off all his clothes neatly folding
some things and hanging up his suit while grinning at me and saying, "First
time we ever fucked wearing suits, huh?" I snicker and say again, "Aren't
you worried your Mom will hear us?" He shrugs, "So what if she does?"

Naked now, he sits back down on the desk chair, asking, "How'd it feel,
babe. Did your ass remember my dick? Huh?" I'm nodding my head still
catching my breath while pulling off my socks and I finally murmur, "It was
awesome, Rob, really felt good. I didn't last very long though. Sorry about
that." He chuckles, "You poor thing. I've neglected you for over two weeks
now. I'm glad you and Danny, um, you know. At least you had that help and
Danny helped me out too, um, a few times actually. More than normal for him
but I guess he felt bad for me considering my condition and all," and then
he chuckles and mumbles, "Seriously, Dylan, baby, I'm gonna make it up to
you. You've shown so much patience with me. Jeez, I feel guilty for not
getting better faster for you." What the fuck? Did I hear him correctly;
did he say Danny took care of him a 'few' times, as in three or more? Oh,
what the hell, we're one big happy family according to Danny. I say, "It's
all forgotten now, Rob. I'm all about the here and now." He goes, "You're
so fucking awesome, Dylan!"

His cum is running down the back of both my legs so I look around for some
tissue. Robby spreads his legs looking at me and asking, "Ya wanna?" and he
looks down at his now flaccid cock that's shiny with lubricant and streaked
with his cum. I go, "Um, you, ahh, whaddaya mean?..." and he goes, "No,
only if you wanted to, babe. I thought you were looking at my cock like you
wanted to suck it. You know, like you've done before, that's all." Oh,
yeah, I'd like to do that to show him how much I love him and how I'll do
anything for him... anything!

Walking over to him with my cock flopping against my legs, I run my fingers
through his hair, murmuring, "Yes, you're correct, I want to suck your dick
because it's part of you, Rob," and I sink to my knees and take his sloppy
cock in my fingers and put it right in my mouth and then make slurping
sounds sucking it clean. He's playing with my hair and making quiet
grunting sound and then he lifts his ass off the chair a little squirming
and grunting some more. He goes, "Oh jeeeesus, baby, that feels fantastic!"
I suck another boner on him and he gently takes hold of my underarms and
gets me standing in front of him. "Sit on it now, Dylan, but go easy as
you're going down on it." Omigod, I feel a dizzying trance sliding over me
because of the way Rob just assumed I wanted to suck his slimy cock clean
and now he just assumes I'll sit on it. Actually, I like that he assumes
stuff of me. With a leg on either side of his legs and my hands on his
shoulder I lower my ass. He's holding his hard fat boner straight up. His
other hand, the one still slippery with lube holds onto my hip guiding me
down slowly.

When the head begins spreading the lips of my asshole I lean forward and
put my arms around Robby's neck with the side of my face against the side
of his neck. He murmurs in my ear, "Drop down a little more so the head
gets past your sphincter." Dropping my ass another inch his boner slides
inside as I tighten my arm around his neck and whimper a little, feeling
wonderful, but shaky too. Being with Rob like this is magical to me. He
murmurs, "Down some more, baby. C'mon all the way down and sit on my
thighs." I sit down and his big fat cock fills me up. It makes my shoulders
shudder even as my arms are tightly around Robby's neck. He's rubbing up
and down my back soothingly saying, "Don't be so tight, so stiff,
Dylan. Lay in against me nice a loose and docile, I've got you, baby." With
a sigh, I let my body go limp and snuggle in against him as he murmurs,
"That's my boy. I love you so much, Dylan."

My face snuggles against the side of his neck with his scent swarming
deliciously in my head. This feels like home; Robby's familiar smell and
the feel of his body and his hard cock up inside me. He showed me
awesomeness the way he took the lead with everything this afternoon. I feel
very young, like I'm being taken care of by Robby. I kiss his neck and hug
him tighter. Rob humps his hips a few times and it feels so good inside me
I whimper again and moan his name, "Robby." I couldn't be any tighter
against his body than I am now. We fit together perfectly until it's almost
like we're one person. His hard cock grows harder and a little fatter
inside me making me shudder with pleasure again. Rob is lightly rubbing his
hand up my back and up the back of my head, murmuring, "You're so perfect,
Dylan. There's no one like you in the world and you're mine, aren't you,
baby?" I'd snuggle against him nodding my head 'yes' against the side of
his neck and then take a deep inhale of his scent.

My cock is granite-hard sticking straight up pressed between our bellies
and I'd like to stay this way for a very long time, especially with Robby's
fat stubby cock up my ass and me clinging to him like it's a matter of life
or death. Inside my rectum feels fabulous. His cock has stretched the lips
of my asshole so much there's stimulation like little electric sparks
around the lips of my anus that feel sensational and make me try tightening
my anus without much success. I move my face against the side of his neck
inhaling him again and again. my arms almost strangling him.

We stay together for five-minute-or-so and its pure bliss as Rob coos sweet
words of affection and then he finally murmurs, "Okay, babe," and gets hold
of my shoulders gently pushes me away, quietly saying, "I want you on all
fours now, babe, and I'll do a hard doggy-style fuck on your ass." I slowly
stand up with his fat pole pulling from my ass and I make that damn
whimpering sound again but I'm so fucking aroused by Robby and the way he's
handled me this afternoon. I could cry with joy and the relief of having
sex together again. It really is the most special sex I ever have. He
stands up now too, his cock as hard as stone and as fat as I've ever seen
it. Being gentle but firm he gets me to lean over as he murmurs, "All the
way down on all fours, okay?" Nodding my head in sort of a hypnotic trance
I'd do what he said. On my hands and knees, I push my ass up toward him and
he mumbles, "That's so inviting, babe. Considerate and flattering too that
you want me inside you so badly." Another whimper of desire from me as Rob
gets a leg on either side of me and, with his knees bent, he enters me
again and fucks my ass hard for maybe ten-minutes. It's a steady hard
fucking of my ass, but not as fast or as hard as the first time.

My boner's been throbbing awesomely seemingly for a long time now and,
without even realizing I'm doing it, I've been moaning in sexual pleasure
for a long time as well. I'm totally loving this dreamy trance of having
sex with my boyfriend again. Rob's been gentle but totally dominant too, so
it's as close to perfection as it gets for me. Robby must be feeling his
second climax coming on as he gets tight against my ass cheeks moaning
quietly while humping against me and shooting out another shot of cum that
joins his first big load of semen. He leans against me hard pushing me
forward so my forehead drops to rest on the back of my hands. He breaths
deeply for half-a-minute and then does fast hard thrusting to get me
off. It's another ninety-seconds of, "Slapslapslap," and then, "Eeeeeii!"
as my hips hump out a spurt of cum and then some drools follow and I almost
faint from the overloaded sensations souring all over me. I feel dizzy as
I'm sensing those tingling little pecks of pleasure sensations all over my
body making me shudder on all fours like a dog shaking off a fly.

Pulling his cock from my ass, Robby takes a deep breath and pulls under my
armpits helping me get up. He guides me to his desk chair where I happily
plop down letting out a long exhale. The cum from my ass makes a squishy
sound whenever I move on the wooden seat. Robby rubs my head and then leans
over to kiss my lips. We kiss again with him murmuring, "How could I love
anyone as much as I love you." I hug around his waist with my face against
his chest, saying, "That's exactly what I was going to say to you." He
chuckles and then goes, "Whoa," as his fingers go through my hair
again. "Jesus, babe, you really do need a haircut. I let you down with that
too, but not to worry because... I'm bacccc-ak now." He made the word
'back' into a long two-syllable word. I snort out a laugh and say, "And I
for one am thrilled about that, boyfriend. Damn, this was so much fun and
it was hot and sexy of you; all of it." He goes, "Oh, thank you and, wow,
do I feel sooooo much better than I did a half hour ago! All because of
you, boyfriend." I grin, "We're getting sickeningly sweet again, Rob." He
stands tall and stretches, saying, "I like getting sickeningly sweet with
you," and then, "C'mon, I'll help you clean up in the bathroom." I go,
"What? The hall bath, um, do you think your Mom heard us. All that slapping
against my ass and, omigod, my fucking squealing. She had to have heard
that." Rob like, "So what if she did? C'mon, I'll clean you up."

Stalling, I'm wiping my chin with the back of my wrist realizing I've got a
drool there of lubricant and some of Rob's cum from when I sucked his
cock. Wow, what a great half-hour of sex though. Awesome for sure, but
still I whine, "We can't both go in the hall bathroom, Robby! Get
serious. I mean, we're naked for one thing." He laughs and pulls on my
wrists getting me standing. I think it's so perfect that we're both in such
great moods again! Seriously though, I'm a little concerned Rob's Mom heard
us having sex and now if she sees up going down the hall... damn! I go over
and look out the window and way over to the end of the backyard but
Mrs. Dickers has gone inside apparently. She's probably had her ear up
against Rob's bedroom door for the last half-hour! Oh fuck though, I'm
resigned that Rob's going to have his way so I mutter, "Okay, let's go now,
Rob." He smirks, handing me a bathrobe, saying, "You worry too much."

Robby puts on another bathrobe, one that's much too small for him so it's
probably one he's had for ten-years. I peek out a crack in his door, a door
that wasn't even locked, and see the hall is empty. We pad down the hall
with Rob giggling and trying to make me go slower, keeping us in the hall's
no-man's-land longer. I can't help but grin and snicker back at him and
inside the bathroom I hug him and put my head on his shoulder, saying,
"Always do sex like you did it today, Robby." He goes, "How's that?" I say,
"You led us in everything... I loved that." He hugs back, mumbling,
"Sometimes you're like a twelve-year-old... and I love that. I'll be your
Daddy and take care of you." He's just joking around but in my mind, I
pretend he's serious. Letting go of each other Rob spends five minutes
cleaning his cum off my ass and legs and not allowing me to do anything to
help. He goes, "It's my mess and I'll clean it up." As he dries my ass, he
goes, " Hey, I know what we'll do tonight. We'll take a shower together. Ya
know, after practice and we'll have some shower-sex." In the hall bath? He
must be teasing me again.

When Rob's cleaned me up like new I go back to his bedroom to change into
shorts and a T-shirt while he cleans his penis. Downstairs we find that
Mrs. Dickers has washed-up and is in the kitchen making mashed
potatoes. Rob says, "We'll be right outside, Mom," as we pass by her, both
of us wearing shorts and T-shirts. Outside he practices his pitching with
me catching and yes, I realize that's slang, or a simile, for the sex act
we just did twice. Catchers and pitchers report on Monday, February
14th. Ha!

I've got the dry sponge in my glove again because Rob throws hard! No
problem with his fast ball; he can locate that. Not so much with his curve
though and his change-up needs a lot of work. He's not discouraged though
and he pitches for twenty-minutes before saying, "I better not overdo it,
Dylan. That's enough. Thanks for catching, babe." We sit at the outdoor
table smirking at each other and overdoing compliments that go both
ways. It's so wonderful to be back to normal.

His Dad comes through the back gate at quarter-to-six carrying a take-out
whole chicken, cooked on a rotisserie at Stop & Shop probably. He gives us
one of his almost-smiles, Rob's Dad does, not the chicken, saying, "Boys,
how are you?" Rob mutters, "Never been better, Dad. Is that tonight's
dinner?" His Dad mutters, "Apparently. I was instructed by your mother to
bring one home." He passes by us to go into the house and Mrs. Dickers
immediately sticks her head out the door saying, "Dinner in five minutes,
boys."

The rotisserie chicken is dinner, along with creamy whipped potatoes with
lots of butter, homemade coleslaw that Mrs. Dickers does amazingly well,
plus white and yellow baby whole kernel corn also with the proper amount of
butter. Then there's fresh baked rolls and, all in all, a pretty damn good
dinner. The chit chat during dinner is mostly Rob's parents planning a pool
party and cook-out for some of the managers and their spouses from
work. Hopefully Rob and I can stay clear of that. We pass on the dessert
because we need to leave to get to practice on time. In the pickup with Rob
now driving, he tells me, "Like I told you before, Danny's set you up with
the coach as a practice non-roster player, so it's up to you to squash
that."

He looks over to see if I heard him and I go, "Yes, you already told me
that, Rob, and everything about it makes me nervous. I'm too nervous to
join in the practice and nervous about telling Danny I won't do it." He
glances over at me, saying, "I hate hearing you say you're not good enough
about anything because you are good enough. You're more than good enough."
I shrug and say, "Whatever, did I tell you that Danny mentioned after
practice we're going to the Dairy Queen." Rob nods, "Actually I'm the one
who told you that." I say, "I feel like sitting on your lap again,
Robby. Can I?" He laughs, "Yeah, sure. See if the seat belt will fit around
both of us." Nah, I better not sit on his lap, but today has been so
great!!

As we get closer to the high school I'm like, "Just to confirm it, I don't
want to try out, Rob. I know I'll embarrass myself." He goes, "Well, for
chrissakes, you don't need to keep telling me that every five-minutes. Just
don't try out then. It's not mandatory. Tell Danny you're not gonna do it
and that'll be that." I shrug, "You're not mad at me, are you?" He looks at
me, "I'm never (am out) mad at you, Dylan. You should know that by now. You
don't want to do it, don't do it. I'm fine with that assuming you're sure
it's what you really want." Jeez, I feel relieved. These fucking jocks take
for granted their natural abilities and can't imagine why everyone can't do
what they do. I could put my mind to it for ten years of practicing and I
still wouldn't be at the level these guys play at.  Rob doesn't care one
way or the other and all I need to do is tell Danny thanks-but-no-thanks
and that'll be that!

to be continued...

        Donny Mumford     thinat20@yahoo.com     donnymumford@outlook.com

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