Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2017 16:14:04 -0400
From: Bill <mgtbill@aol.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S JUNIOR YEAR SUMMER. Chapter  3

DYLAN'S SUMMER AFTER HIS COLLEGE JUNIOR YEAR

Chapter  3

by  Donny Mumford


Saturday morning I wake up with Robby sleeping next to me. Nothing new
about that except we're not in our college apartment. We're on summer break
but yet... here we are in my bed together. Sweet! I don't expect this to be
a routine occurrence during the summer but doing it the second night we're
home bodes well for sleep-overs. The only drawback is we're not real
comfortable encountering one another's family in the morning. We'll
persevere so that hopefully someday we eventually will feel comfortable
with that.

Rob's lying on his back and I'm on my side so all I can see is the left
side of his face, his profile, and wow he's a good looking young
man. 'You're a lucky guy, Dylan!'  Staring at him for a few-seconds gets my
dick tingling. That's what happens when your lover looks this good and you
know you're almost certainly gonna have sex with him any minute now. I
think back to when I first met Rob and grin remembering how shy we both
were. Rob had longish blond hair with some curl at the ends back then. With
that blond hair and his striking blue eyes, plus an athletic body to go
with his good looks made me think of the term 'All American Boy'. I thought
we were both naive about almost everything when we first met, but I later
found out that applied to me more so than Robby because he'd been screwing
his brother for a couple of years already.  Whatever, somehow we've made it
this far leaving any innocence we had far behind. And we're not shy anymore
either. Well, most of the time we're not.

Just as I'm about to shake him to wake him, Rob wakes-up on his own and
with his eyes still closed he stretches, grunting, "Aaaah." I lie flat on
my back and my leg bumps against his making his eyes pop open. He looks
startled for a second as I murmur, "G'morning, Robby?" He smiles his
awesome smile, and says, "Can you believe I thought I was in my own bed?
What a treat to discover I'm sleeping with you. I was dreaming about you
and now here you are in person." I go, "It's fucking magical, Robby."
Flopping around on the bed getting up on his side, facing me, he asks, "How
long have you been awake, babe?" I go, "Just a couple of minutes. I'm
nursing a little hangover-headache. How's your head?" He falls over
partially on top of me and then, with a hand on each of my bare shoulders
for support, he lifts up, his face a foot above mine, and says, "I've got a
little headache too, but nothing major. Hey, how 'bout last night... it
turned-out okay, huh?" I nod, "Yeah, it was better than just okay though."
He drops his head to kiss my lips and then lies on his stomach next to me
putting his arm over my chest, grinning and muttering, "Small bed, huh?"
We're fully grown normal-sized guys so this twin bed of mine makes for
close quarters. I go, "I should get a bigger one, huh?" He presses his body
against mine, murmuring, "Not on my account."

Goddamn, I like feeling his naked body against mine. I sort of shivers, and
say, "I'm gonna fuck you again this morning. So prepare yourself for
that.." He grins, "Maybe you better prepare your-own-self." I go, "One of
us better, I'm pretty sure of that." He smirks a cute smirk, mumbling, "I'm
still curious about something." I'm like, "Oh yeah, what's that?" He
shrugs, "It's, um, well I don't get why you think Parks is a pretty good
guy?" I make a face, "Parks? Is that a person?" He says, "Yeah, Hayden. His
last name is Parks." I glance at my wristwatch happy to see it's only
nine-thirty, and then shrug, "Hayden Parks, huh?" Rob goes, "Yes, that's
how Danny introduced him to you." I shrug, "I'm not great with
names. Anyway, it's not that I thought Hayden was some great guy. It's more
like I didn't think he was so awful. Why don't you like him?" Rob goes, "I
used to like him okay I guess. Him, Danny, and I thought we were pretty
cool kids back in the day, You know, being young and secretly and actively
gay. I didn't see very much of him though. He boarded at a prep school;
St. John's I think it was. Occasionally I'd see him with Danny on weekends
and then occasionally during the summer at the pool after freshman and
sophomore years." I nod, saying, "And obviously you knew Danny from the
baseball teams, freshman on through senior years." Rob nods his yeah,
"Yeah, but what a shock it was seeing him at Merrimack's baseball try-outs
freshmen year. I mean, the summer after high school junior year I was
mostly with you. I hadn't seen Danny at all so I didn't know he was going
to Merrimack. That was our summer; yours and mine, remember?" I go, "You
bet your cute ass I remember." I don't believe him that he didn't see Danny
that summer though. I was with Willie quite a bit that summer so Rob had
time on his hands when I wasn't around.

Avoiding an argument about minor details I'm playing with Robby's hair,
twirling some shots hair with a finger, mumbling, "You still haven't told
me why you don't like Hayden." He shrugs, "I guess he's too girlie for my
taste and he's a terrible gossip as well. You found that out last night,
and he talks behind people's backs." I ask, "Was he girlie-acting when you
did like him?" He goes, "Nope, not really. When he came 'out' that summer
after graduating prep school is when he started the gay/girlie shit. Not
that I saw much of him after graduating and I mean right up until last
night."

Nodding my head I'm like, "Huh," and then, "Well I'd still like to know why
I never met him or even heard his name. I mean he's been Danny's main
squeeze for a long time. And why did Hayden tell me I need to ask you why
I've never met him. What's up with that?" He pulls me against him, saying,
"I thought I was supposed to be preparing myself to get fucked." I go, "In
a minute, after you tell me what I want to know." Rob shrugs, "Jesus,
there's nothing much to tell. I met him freshman year of high school and
then saw him sporadically with Danny like I told you. There's really
nothing else to tell."

As I slide out of Rob's arm and then out of bed, I say, "Don't you move,
Mister, I not through with this interrogation. Right now though I gotta
take a piss." Rob slides out the other side of the bed, mumbling, "I do
too."  In the bathroom, standing together pissing, I'm like, "Do you have
any idea why the hell Hayden made it seem like there's some deep dark
secret as to why he and I never met?" Rob goes, "Not really except he's a
bit of a trouble-maker. He gets his rocks off stirring the pot and playing
both sides against each other. Other than that I don't have any idea."
Looking in his eyes, I'm like, "And you hardly ever saw Hayden in all that
time?" Rob shrugs, "Whaddaya mean, all that time? The summers after junior
and senior years it was you and me working together on the lawn cutting
crew and too busy falling in love to hang-out with anyone else. Danny and I
lost touch until the Merrimack baseball try-outs." No, that's not
accurate. Like I said, I spent more of my free time with Willie that first
summer than with Robby. Robby and I were together at times after work, but
not all the time.

At the sink we wash our hands and face and then, after brushing our teeth,
I tell Rob, "Hayden knows personal stuff about us, so you must be telling
Danny about you and me and he tells Hayden." Robby's annoyed now, "What
stuff does he know?" I tell him about Hayden using the term 'in-charge' and
how he talked about my long-hair haircut when Rob using the thinning shears
too much. Rob frowns, "That's it?" I go, "That's all I can remember off the
top of my head, no pun intended." Rob goes, "See! And he gossips." I make a
face, saying, "Okay, but how do you account for him knowing that other
stuff about us?" He says, "I told you, it was probably casual conversation
between Danny and me." I go, "Huh! I guess I can buy that. Possibly I've
been wrong to doubt you but we'll wait for all the facts to come in before
anything as significant as a mumbled, 'Sorry, Rob,' can be considered." He
laughs and asks, "Ya wanna take a shower together?" I go, "Yes, but
later. Let's get back in bed and talk this Hayden thing out." Rob goes,
"We've talked the fuck out of it already." I go, "Don't be so sure of
yourself."

As we walk back to the bed Rob's chuckling and saying, "I'm pretty sure of
myself that there's nothing more to talk out." In bed I ask, "How'd he know
about that haircut and about me wanting you to be in-charge?" Rob goes, "I
can't fucking believe you're serious about this." I go, "Well I am! I was
surprised and shocked to discover that you tell Danny every fucking thing
we do together." Rob emphatically says, "I don't do that!  Goddammit, now
I'm getting pissed!" I go, "How'd Hayden know all that shit?" Rob does an
exasperated exhale and says, "How many times do I need to tell you? During
casual conversation with Danny I probably mentioned the haircut and that
I'm gonna be your barber. And, Jesus, you've been hounding me about the
in-charge shit like forever. Um, until you changed your mind a week or so
ago that is. Did he mention that?" I go, "No. So you're saying during
pillow-talk you mentioned me and a few incidences and then Danny passed
that private information on to Hayden?" He snorts a laugh, "I don't know
how private it was and there's no pillow-talk going on with anyone but
you!! Danny and I don't do pillow-talk. You and me do pillow-talk and this
pillow-talk that we're having right now is making a mountain out of a
fucking mole hill." Huh, I thought I had a scoop here and now I'm beginning
to think it's a big pile of nothing. It makes sense Rob would mention some
things about him and me to Danny. Why wouldn't he? It's looking like one of
those things where: There's nothing to see here folks, go on about your
business...'

Goddamn though, I thought I'd get some insight into the Robby/Danny world
and all I got from Hayden is a big fat ball of misinformation. Rob's a
little bit fuzzy on the details of our summer after junior year, but I'll
give him a pass on that. But I did learn something about Danny: he's a
big-mouth telling Hayden things about Rob and me. It's possible and even
likely that the few things Hayden mentioned to me last night is his total
knowledge of Rob and me. Am I disappointed that there isn't a mystery to
unravel or am I glad there isn't one? Ya never know with me.

Leaning over I kiss Rob's lips and say, "Hope you enjoyed the third degree
I gave you about Hayden." He laughs and then says, "Oh yeah, it's fun when
you basically challenge my truthfulness. Especially on the word of a
girlie/gossip you barely know." I go, "Hey, he made it seem like there were
some deep dark secrets." Rob goes, "See what I mean about little
Miss-gossipy-Hayden?" I go, "I still kinda liked him though. I mean he's
interesting in a weird way. He wears dresses, ya know." Rob looks startled,
"Get the fuck outta here!" I go, "Yeah, that's what he told me." Rob's
shaking his head and snickering and now I wish I hadn't told him. I go,
"Hey, do me a favor and don't tell Danny that. It'll cause trouble for
Hayden and then I'll be the gossipy-girl." Rob chuckles, "Girl?" and I go,
"That's what Hayden says he and I are; yours and Danny's
something-or-other--girls. I forget how he phrased it." Damn, I gotta stop
talking about Hayden! Everything I say could get him in trouble if Rob
tells Danny and then I may never get more information from Hayden. That's
assuming I ever see him again, and assuming there is something more to
tell. Hell, I'm curious about the three of them in the early going. Yeah,
there's some interesting tidbits there I'll bet! Robby mumbles, "Don't
worry, I won't tell Danny about Hayden wearing a dress although it's pretty
funny."

Okay, now I want to get off that subject, so I go, "What should we do
today, Rob?" He gets up on his elbow looking down at me, and says, "Let's
start with this," and he kisses me and then puts his tongue in my mouth to
lick my tongue and then he lick across my teeth and finally my lips. Yum!
We slurp on each other's mouths for a while and then Robby wrestles me over
on my back and sits on my belly. He knocks the covers off his shoulders and
I kick them to the bottom of the bed. He's reaching for the lube I left on
the night stand last night. Taking the top off the lubricant container, he
asks, "Does this remind you of anything, Dylan?" I go, "Yes, last night,
only you have our positions mixed-up. I'm supposed to be on top." He goes,
"Tough titty."

He gets a glob of lubricant on his finger and then reaches back between my
legs. His thumb moves my cock and balls out of the way so he can push lube
up my ass and then around the lips of my asshole. My cock is firming up
already as Rob grins, saying, "I felt something long and firm back there,"
and he strokes my cock with some lube still on his hand. In twenty-seconds
I have a roaring hard boner with the head just touching Rob's left butt
cheek. Hey, maybe I can turn the tables on him except now I want him to
fuck me. I purposely get docile. He flicks my boner with a finger,
murmuring, "That's taken care of," and he goes back to finger-fucking my
ass. I just lie here absorbing pleasure sensations from my rectum and hard
cock. Rob casually rubs my prostate gland a few times making me think I'm
gonna cum. Pulling his finger out he wipes it on the sheet, muttering, "I'm
wiping my finger on your sheet because you can wash it along with the
bedspread." I murmur, "Uh huh." My rectum feels gooey and nice. It's
totally ready for a good hard fucking.

Rob and I both get sexually aroused at the drop of a hat so his fat cock is
fairly firm too. With a knee on either side of me Rob shimmies up my
stomach holding his pecker and balls up so he doesn't squish then
underneath him. He slides up until he's sitting on my chest. Dropping his
sack of balls on my neck Rob rubs the head of his firm fat cock across my
lips. Grinning, he says, "Open up, baby." I open my mouth and he puts the
head of his cock on my tongue. I lick it, and then suck on it with my lips
closed and my eyes wide open looking back into Rob's shiny blue eyes. Still
making eye contact he moves his hips slightly, sliding his cock to and fro
on my tongue. Then he leans over me, his neck a couple of feet above my
face, pushing all of his now rock-hard cock in my mouth and sliding the
whole thing on my tongue. I've got my tongue sticking-out for him. Slightly
harder thrusts now so the head is hitting the back of my throat with each
thrust. My dick tightens-up even more as I take turns grunting and gagging
at each thrust of his hips. Rob's pubic hairs tickle my nose and his scent
arouses me further turning my cock into a wicked hard boner that's lifting
up off my belly. Rob's expression is a mixture of seriousness and
desperation. He says nothing...

Going up on his knees a little more he gets a hand under the back of my
neck and with his other hand pushes down on my forehead so I have no
options except moving my head back, stretching my neck so Rob can now hump
his hard cock's head into my throat with each thrust. His crotch smacks
against my face as his hips move faster, dominantly fucking my mouth,
throat, and face. I feel pre-cum drooling down the shaft of my cock while
Rob's cock is drooling pre-cum in my mouth and throat. When his cock head
is pulled from my throat and dragged back over my tongue it leaving a trail
of clear pre-cum in its wake. I catch the head of his boner between my lips
and suck pre-cum from his gaping piss slit. Only for a split-second though
because he's thrusting it back over my tongue and into my throat again; he
does it over and over. Rob's copious pre-cum drools on my tongue helping it
slide easily past the gag reflect area into my throat and then the pre-cum
drools down my throat. Tears are running down my face but not from pain or
suffering; my eyes are just watering. I'm reaching behind Rob with my right
hand to stroke my boned-up cock with a climax building rapidly. No talking
from me obviously and only grunts and moans from Rob.

He looks so serious, almost scared as he continues sliding his cock back
and forth on my tongue and in and out of my throat. Now he moans, "Oooooh,
aaaah," with his eyes closed and I sense he's past the point of no return;
he's going to fuck my throat till climax and leaving my ass filled with
unused lube. That fat cock of his is relentlessly moving back and forth in
my mouth and throat bringing on an awesome submissive sense in my head. I
continue being totally docile, completely dominated by that fat thrusting
boner. Everything about me is limp except my roaring hard cock that's still
sticking straight up towards the ceiling, so tight it aches with
pleasure. An oxymoron perhaps, but true nonetheless. There's no question
about it now... Rob is definitely going to climax in my throat although I
know he didn't initially intend on doing that. He's caught by the power of
orgasm now and there's no controlling that urge... he has to climax!

His thrusting gets faster and harder as he gasps and moans and with each
thrust of his hard fat boner down my throat his belly smacks against my
face until I hear, "Oooh, oooh, ooooh, aaaahhhhh," and then, humping
against my face cum gushes in my mouth and then down my throat as Rob's
body is stiff as a board with him gasping, his crotch tightly against my
face. Then, with a moan, Rob pulls his cock back a bit with the head on my
tongue as he squeezes out some last drools of cum. I assume he done but
then he gasps and humps another stream of cum into my mouth.

His body jerks around with his boner poking my tongue and then the inside
of my cheek a few times. He lifts up so hard his boner comes out of my
mouth completely and a spurts of cum hits my chin before he uses his
fingers to push his cock back into my warm wet mouth. His entire orgasm
took maybe eight seconds with me right on the edge of climaxing every
second. When Rob sighs pushing his cock into my throat again and basically
lying on my face my body tightens and I hump my hips trying to squeal as
cum shoots up from my stone-hard-boner straight up in the air. I struggle
under Rob's weight as I watch my cum stream reaching above and behind Rob's
head before dropping down to splat on my left hip. Rob pulls his cock from
my throat and mouth and drops face-down in the pillow next to my head as
another contraction of my stomach muscles sends another stream of cum into
the air and it comes down and goes, "Splat," on my belly. Rob lays fully
stretched out on the bed next to me as I'm gasping and stroking my cock
getting drools of cum running over the fingers of my fist.

Orgasms are intense pleasure like nothing else known to man but they're
fleeting, and then as a bonus there's often a few seconds of after effects
for me before a weak feeling and my pounding heart take over along with
some deep breathing for maybe thirty-seconds. I go, "Ooooh,
fucccck. Omigod..." and stop stroking my softening cock. My balls relax too
and settle down lower in my scrotum as the eruption fades away
completely. Rob goes, "Ooooh, man, I didn't mean to do that, baby. Holy
shit...." He pushes himself up on both elbows, asking, "You okay?" I nod
and take another deep breath, then say, "Sure, of course I'm okay,
Rob. Guess I won't need breakfast though. I feel kinda full." He chuckles
lying down again with his arm across my chest, mumbling, "That was one
monster of an outrageous fucking climax I had there. Damn, that was hot." I
go, "You owe me," and he ruffles my hair, muttering, "I know I do," and
then he goes, "But damn, I should do that more often." I go, "No, you
shouldn't! I think I have a sore throat now. And you wasted lube too... my
ass is all gooey for no reason." He kind of hugs me with the arm over my
chest, snickering and mumbling, "Sorry about that. Felt good though. Really
different." I slide a hand under his chest and pinch his nipple until he
yelps, "Ow," and I go, "Can you believe I climaxed like a moose from you
fucking my throat?" He goes, "Seriously, that's some strange shit,
babe. You're a sexy sex-pot, boyfriend." I go, "Yeah, that's me alright."

Between last night and this morning there's wet and dry cum on our bodies
and the bed. I'm like, "Do you wanna use the shower first?" He asks, "Can't
we do it together?" I shrug, "I'd like to, Robby, but it's after ten
o'clock and while it's highly unlikely, Mom has been known to get up this
early." He goes, "In that case I'll go first," and he tries to be cool
rolling out of bed but ends-up on his ass on the floor. We both chuckle
with me muttering, "Spastic," and then watch him walk naked into the
bathroom. Well, that was really an unexpected something or other. Good
climax though!

After finding an area on the sheet that's dry I pull the covers up and
snuggle under them feeling good and hoping for a little more sleep. Sleep
comes easily and I have a dream about a dessert island where I'm naked on
the sand with someone walking towards me. I can't tell who it is because
when I look at the person I'm looking right into the sun's glare. I'm not
sure how I feel about this person and then realize someone is next to
me. It scares me and then I hear one of these two individuals calling my
name. Opening my eyes I see it's Rob who's calling, "Dylan, Dylan are you
awake?" I go, "Um, I guess so," and he asks, "Can I borrow some clean
clothes?" He's got a towel around his waist and he looks really clean. Bath
gel is all I can smell.

Still groggy I'm like, "What?" as I think about the dream. My dreams are
mostly forgotten when I wake-up, but I was awakened while dreaming this one
so I remember it. I don't know what it means though, or who was in the
dream with me, or why I was scared. I go, "Clothes? Sure, Rob. That's if I
have any clean underwear. I need to do a couple of wash loads today." He
asks, "Which drawer should I look in for underwear?" Pointing to the middle
drawer, left side, of my bureau, I mumble, "Um, I think I've got one or two
clean jockey shorts in there." He looks and then holds up a striped boxer
shorts and whitie-tightie jockey-style underpants, asking, "Which one do
you want to wear?" I slide out of bed, saying, "You're my guest so you get
to choose." He takes the towel from around his waist and drapes it over the
desk chair and then steps into the boxer shorts, mumbling, 'Thanks, babe."
On my knees I go through all the drawers looking for a clean t-shirt and
come up with a solid blue one that has, TIME TO MAKE THE DONUTS on the
front in white letters. I hand it to him, saying, "I don't know what that
is supposed to mean. I think it's one of Chub's t-shirts."

Rob shrugs and pulls the t-shirt over his head, saying, "It's big. It must
be an XXX Large." Huh, I can't ever remember wearing it or seeing Chub wear
it. Rob goes, "How about some jeans or sweatpants?" I toss him a pair of
sweat socks, saying, "I'll find something for you," and look through more
drawers coming up with nothing so I start going through my closet and bring
out a brand new, never worn pair of overalls. Jesus, Willie bought these
for me when I was seventeen or eighteen. He wanted me to wear them to one
of the gay block parties we used to go to in Cambridge. I refused of course
and they've been in my closet ever since. The label reads: Dickie's Men's
Denim Stone-Washed Bib Overalls. I hold them up and Robby laughs and then
mutters, "Oh shit, let me wear it." I'm grinning watching him pull on the
bib overalls." I say, "Well farmer Brown, don't you look like the cat's
ass!"

He looks at himself in the full-length mirror on the back of the closet
door, mumbling, "That's right, I'm a cool motherfucker." Actually in a
weird way they are kinda cool. I say, "I'm taking a shower now. Would you
mind stripping the bed. I'll finally get a washer load going after my
shower." He nods, muttering, "No problem," and pulls the bedspread off the
bed as I go into the bathroom. It's steamy in here so I leave the door
open. Oh look, Robby hung the washcloth he used over the
shower-curtain-rod. I use the same washcloth for my shower and purposely
make it a quick shower so I don't use up all the hot water for when Mom
wants to take her shower.

Drying myself in the bedroom I see Rob's doing something with my laptop. He
turns his head, saying, "Get this, Dylan. My fucked-up brother now tells me
he won't be home until a week from Tuesday. He and a friend are stopping
off in Las Vegas for a week. It depends, he says, 'If their money holds
out'. It's so like him to blow all the money he's saved the last two
years. What an idiot!" I don't say anything because I don't think Dodger's
an idiot at all, but I don't want to get into an argument about it. As I'm
pulling on the pair of jockey shorts that Rob rejected, I ask, "Ya wanna
help me make breakfast?" Rob stands, and says, "Better yet, let me make our
breakfast." I go, "Sure, be my guest." Rob was cooking with me at the
apartment the last couple of months. It was his idea to learn some things
from me about cooking and food shopping... he's doing great with it too.

I put on the same clothes I wore last night and then pick-up the
overflowing hamper, saying, "Rob, would you get the pile of bedding and
bring it to the basement with me?" He grabs the bedding and we go to the
basement where I get a full load of my clothes in the washing machine,
including the clothes Rob had on last night. The second load will be the
bedding. Back upstairs we take two Advil with a glass of orange juice and
then make mugs of coffee. Sipping my coffee I'm sitting on a kitchen stool
at the bar watching Rob get ready to make our breakfast.

He's looking in the refrigerator, saying, "Ya got the stuff for cheese
omelets, there's an unopened package of Canadian bacon, and English
muffins. How's that sound?" I mutter, "My mouth is watering." As I'm saying
that my Mom comes out of her bedroom wearing a bathrobe over silk pajama
that her boyfriend, Tom Rider, gave her for her last birthday. Mom goes,
"Oh my goodness. Look at you two! Good morning, boys! What a special treat
seeing you this morning." Mom kisses my cheek and then says, "Robby you
look wonderful in those overalls. Oh my, ha ha." I go, "He's starting a
fashion trend called... Mississippi Casual." Rob blushes, "These overalls
are Dylan's, Mrs. Newman." She goes, "You look good in them, Robby. Don't
let Dylan tease you," and then she asks him, "When's your brother expected
home?" He tells her and Mom goes. "Las Vegas, huh?" To get off that topic,
I say, "Rob's making breakfast. Would you like some, Mom?" Rob tells her
what he's cooking and she says, "Oh my goodness that sounds delicious," and
then she adds, "As good as that sounds, I'll just have coffee and toast. Us
girls need to be careful of our waistlines." Rob and I both tell her that
her waistline if perfect, but she sticks to her guns.

As Mom eats dry toast and drinks her coffee black she tells us about a
customer at the restaurant last night who left a five-hundred dollar tip
for Mag, whoever Mag is. It was the biggest tip anyone at the restaurant
had ever received and the customer, who ate alone, wrote on the check,
'Your smile and friendly manner brightened an otherwise bad day for
me. Thank you.' Mom says, "He was almost at my station and Tris said he
should have been except Ronald took the man to Mag's station by
mistake. This big-tipper was supposed to go to me." Rob and I commiserate
about what bad luck that was and how stupid Ronald was, although we have no
idea who he is. Mom goes, "Oh, Ronnie's not stupid exactly. He made a
mistake occasionally though." I go, "A five-hundred-dollar mistake." Then
we talk about who leaves a five-hundred-dollar tip for dinner? Mom finally
says, "Oh no, look at the time! I'm sorry, as much as I'd love to chat with
you boys some more, I need to get ready for shopping with Tris. It's
wonderful seeing you, Robby, and I hope you won't be a stranger this
summer. Say hello to your Mom for me." She hurries off as Rob says, "Gee,
that wasn't awkward at all." I go, "Are you being factious?" He goes, "No,
I'm serious. I felt comfortable with your Mom this time." I nod, "That's
good, Rob. I did too," and he chuckles.

The breakfast is excellent because Rob did the omelets the way I taught him
to do them, which is to say he cooked them over low heat to avoid scorching
and browning the eggs. I like bright yellow omelets with no browning unlike
what you get at restaurants where the chef is in a hurry to get to the next
customer. That's why I don't order omelets at a restaurant. Sometimes they
brown scrambled eggs too so ya gotta watch out for that as well. The
Pancake House is pretty good about their eggs. I gotta admit that.

After breakfast Rob and I clean up the kitchen and then we have a smoke on
the balcony. "What do you feel like doing today, Dylan?" I go, "First off I
wanna hang around here until that washer load finishes so I can get the
clothes in the dryer and then load the washing machine with the bedding
stuff. After that I'll do whatever you want." He goes, "Well, if it isn't
too boring I'd like to get a few things at the Mall. Ties and dress-shirts
for work to be exact, but if I see something else that catches my eye I'll
buy that too." I go, "You're what's known as a clothes-horse, Rob. You've
got more clothes than anyone I know." He goes, "No I don't." No sense
discussing that because how would either of us prove we're right." I go,
"Anyway, sure, I'll go with you. Um, will I need to wear a coat and tie for
work Monday?" He shrugs, "Good question. I don't know what the dress code
is for the Human Resources Department. I have no interactions with that
department but I do see lots of employees in the cafeteria wearing what's
called work-casual, meaning no jeans or sneakers but good casual clothes,
ya know? And, no tie required." I'm hoping for that! He says, "You might
want to wear a tie to work Monday though, to be safe, and let whoever is
your boss tell you the appropriate dress for working there." I mutter,
"Exactly what I was going to do, Daddy." He shrugs, "Don't be
sensitive. You asked me."

After transferring the washed clothes to the dryer I load the washing
machine again with linen, the blanket and bedspread from my bed. With that
done we go upstairs and put on light jackets and then walk down to where
Rob's pickup is parked. During the drive to the mall I contemplate bringing
up the Danny/Robby/Hayden topic again but realize I don't feel like talking
about it. Anyway I think Rob was mostly honest about his description of the
situation. If I get the chance though I just might take Hayden out to
lunch, get him drunk, and see if Rob's version matches Hayden's when he's
drunk. Yeah, drunk he's likely to be more truthful. Maybe I'll at least get
a better feel for Danny's and Rob's current relationship. They'd be
interesting. And for the hell of it I'd be interested in what Hayden knows
about Danny's other side-sex buddies. I got the feeling from Hayden there
are others, but then Hayden may not be a reliable source of information
about any of this. And lastly does Hayden know some guy named, Greg Peters?

Robby says, "How about having dinner at my house tonight, Dylan?" I go,
"Um, I'd rather not. You and I could eat out together if you want." He
says, "You and I had dinner out with our 'rents Thursday night. My Mom's
cooking a prime rib roast especially for me tonight. You like prime rib, I
know you do. Please have dinner with my family." Fuck, he's still on the
family kick! I go, "Okay, if it means that much to you." He says,
"Thanks. I sort of told Mom you'd be there." I go, "What'd she say when you
told her that?" He shrugs, "She said it'd be nice seeing you, and as a
special treat she's making Yorkshire Pudding. That goes with old time
rib-roast meals." Looking at him, I'm like, "Old time Yorkshire Pudding? Is
that a dessert?" He says, "No, it's sort of bread or a roll the way Mom
makes it. There's pan drippings from the roast in the dough. It's really
delicious. A special treat because you'll be there." Jeez, it's nice of his
Mom to go to the extra trouble but a greasy roll doesn't sound very
enticing to me. I go, "Well okay then. I'll be there." Oh God, now Rob
looks so pleased, or proud, or something. It's so easy to make him happy.

I text Chub that I'm having dinner at Rob's tonight and the message gets
delivered but not read. Ha ha, that damn Chubby and his cellphone! He
either doesn't know where it is and he borrows a cellphone from whoever
he's with if he needs one, or he has his phone with him but it isn't
charged. To be fair that's only maybe fifty-percent of the time.

Obviously, on Saturdays the mall is a very busy place, but then I've been
here during the week and it's busy then too. People like to shop. As I walk
through Macy's with Rob I see lots of cool things I'd like to have but
don't really need. I use my world-renowned willpower and resist the urge to
buy anything. Robby appears to shop in a different mind set. He came to the
mall for a couple of ties and dress-shirts but he's also buying other
things he likes whether he needs them or not. Of course he is in a
different financial situation than my own.

To be honest, even though Rob buys what he wants he's not remotely in
Willie's class for over-spending just for the pure fun and pleasure of
doing it without regard to if he needs something or not. Willie sees
something he likes and buys it. Robby buys things he doesn't need, but only
if the price is right. A highly discounted leather jacket, for example, is
something he doesn't needs at all but he couldn't pass-up the 70% off the
regular price, so he buys it. It's not something he can even use until next
fall at the earliest, but he buys it anyhow. Then he buys two sweaters at
half price and a discounted wallet. The wallet he took his debit card from
looked new to me. He couldn't decide on two ties out of the four he
narrowed it down to, but since they were
buy-one-and-get-a-second-tie-at-half-price he bought all four. Then two
striped dress-shirts, both of which I thought were really cool looking, so
I'm with him there.

Now, with him carrying two shopping bags and me carrying the bag with the
leather jacket I'm following him from one section of Macy's to
another. I've definitely decided I'll pass-up the next time Rob wants to
pick up 'a couple of things' at the mall. He looks at everything! He
picked-up and examined two-hundred different things. Probably the trait of
a good shopper, but he's been at it for at least two-hours unaffected by
all the stares people give him because of the stone-washed bid overalls
he's wearing. Finally Rob stops and goes, "Jesus, this is getting tedious."
No shit! It was way past being tedious and hour ago and now it's slipped
into the intolerable zone.

While Rob was examining every piece of men's clothing and accessories in
Macy's I did some boy-watching. I did it to keep from screaming out as
loud, 'Let's get the fuck outta here!', but I found myself almost screaming
at the lack of worthwhile guys to look at. Where have all the cute guys
gone? Problem is, the ones I used to ogle and daydream about I now consider
too young. It's astonishing how young-looking the children in middle school
are, for example. They look too young to be at the mall by themselves! And
the lower grades of high school, those kids aren't much older-looking and
they're the groups of boys who used to produce the majority of hot sexy
cute boys I enjoyed staring at on the boardwalk. Now I'd feel like a
pervert ogling them so I'm stuck with guys my own age, some of whom look
like they could be thirty-one as easily as twenty-one. That's why I'm so
complimentary of guys like Chubby, Robby, and even Danny. It's because
they've managed to retain some youthfulness in their appearance; a glimpse
of their teenage cuteness. Retaining some youthfulness as you get older is
strictly a gene-thing of course, as most everything about all of us is.

Anyway, when Rob said the shopping was getting tedious, I said, "Really?
You haven't checked every single item that Polo has to offer yet." He
laughs, "Polo is too expensive and rarely puts things on sale. C'mon, I'll
buy you something to drink." We go to the food court and get strawberry
smoothies at the Orange Julius stand, which is a subsidiary of Dairy Queen
I believe. It's important to avoid a popsicle headache which you'll get
from inhaling smoothies too quickly. After drinking these sweet icy
concoction we're both still thirsty so we shared a medium fountain-style
Coke from the Burger King food court counter. Rob sounds happy, saying,
"Well, I got what I needed, babe, so let's get out of this mall." I nod
thinking, 'Thank you Lord' and we find our way back to the pickup. It's
ten-after-twelve but neither of us are hungry so we put lunch off until
later and drive to Rob's house.

As Rob pulls into his driveway I see only one car here so his Dad's must be
at the office. Where else? We go in the door off the back yard, the only
door I've ever used coming or going to Rob's house in the four years I've
known him. The house has a very nice front door with pillars and
everything, but as far as I know it's never been used. When we walk in his
Mom is just hanging up the phone. She certainly looks happy to see us,
smiling pleasantly and saying, "Well the prodigal son returns. Nice to see
you too, Dylan," and then, "Oh my God, Rob. Where'd you get the adorable
bib overalls?" Rob points to me and I go, "They were a gag-gift some years
ago and never been worn." Rob goes, "They're cool, huh?" His Moms smiles,
saying, "If you say so, Honey," and then pats my shoulder, "I hope you'll
join us for dinner tonight, Dylan." I nod my head saying, "Thank you for
the invitation."

Rob says, "Dylan thought Yorkshire Pudding was a dessert." His Mom mumbles,
"That's perfectly understandable," and then to Rob, "You've been shopping I
see." He leans over and kisses his Mom's cheek and then tells her, "Yes,
some things for work this summer." She says, "Did you get short-sleeve
dress-shirts?" He puts the bags on a kitchen chair, mumbling, "No. I did
not get short-sleeve dress-shirts, Mom. I got long sleeve dress-shirts
because men who wear short-sleeve dress-shirts aren't taken seriously,
especially when working in air-conditioned environments." She goes,
"Poppycock! My Father, your dear Grandfather, wore short-sleeved
dress-shirts to work every day for forty-five years." Rob goes, "He lived
in Florida, Mom. When he retired he and Grandma moved to Vermont which is
the complete opposite of what everyone else does. Plus, Granddad worked in
a pharmacy; not a business office."

My head is pounding, thump, thump, thump as I try being invisible. His Mom
is wiping down a perfectly clean and shiny counter top, asking me, "How's
your Mom?" I go, "Mom is very well thank you, and she wanted me to say,
'Hi' to you for her." Rob says, "His Mom looks so fucken.., er, freaking
young, Mom." His Mom goes, "As compared to your poor old, Mom, huh?" Rob
laughs, "Well, yeah," and she hits him with a dish towel, giggling and
saying, "Oh you..." He goes, "Just teasing. Actually you look young for
your advanced age too." She says, "As do you two. You both look like
teenagers." I say, "Robby cooked us breakfast this morning. Awesome cheese
omelets." She goes, "When did you learn to cook, Rob?" He shrugs, "My
roommate taught me." Mrs. Dickers says, "Oh yes, I remember Dylan's mom
telling me about how Dylan and his brother were cooking their own suppers
at twelve-years old." Actually we were eight years old when we started
doing that. Rob goes, "When did she tell you that?" His Mom goes, "During
one of the pool parties last summer. Wait, no, it might have been the
summer before last. She was with that sweet friend of her, Tris. I never
forget a name."

Rob goes, "Well it's been swell, Mom, but after dropping these clothes off
in my bedroom Dylan and I will be on our way." His Mom says, "Just leave
the new things here and I'll cut the tags off and take out the pins or
whatever. I'll include the new clothes in the wash load of your clothes I
was about to do now anyway. It's always best to wash new clothes before
wearing them. Gets the folded creases out from the way they're packaged."
He goes, "You're the best, thanks, Mom."

When we walk out the back door, I ask Rob, "Don't you want to change out of
those overalls?" He goes, "Nope, I want to get people freaking out like
they did at the mall." Before we can get in the pickup, his Mom sticks her
head out the door, asking, "Wait. Can I fix you boys lunch?" I'm thinking,
oh please say no, and Rob asks me, "You hungry yet," and I go, "Not at
all." "No thanks, Mom. We had a big breakfast." She says, "Dinner at seven
tonight. Your Dad's working late again." Rob and I both wave as we get in
the pickup. "What should we do now, Dylan?" I'm like, "Let's go back to my
place and see what Chub's up to. I texted him, but I think his cellphone
needs charging."

Back at the condos Rob parks at the curb and we go up the steps past my
condo and on up to Chubby's. I ring the bell and then knock, but nobody's
home so I say, "Let's check out the high school and see if there's a pickup
basketball game we can get into. I'm feeling like some exercise." Then Chub
opens the door, saying, "Dylan! What's up?" and then, "Hey, Rob." I say,
"We rang the bell and knocked, so..." and Chub says, "I was on the can,
bro. Bad timing. C'mon in." Chubby's barefoot and wearing sweatpants
without a shirt. He says, "I just finished breakfast. What are you guys up
to?" I see an open pizza box on the kitchen table, and ask, "You had pizza
for breakfast?" He nods, "Yeah, cold pizza. It's left over from last
night. I guess mom had it for dinner or a late night snack perhaps." I go,
"Where's your cellphone?" He feels his pockets, "Um, in the Jeep, I
think. Oh no, it's probably somewhere in my bedroom. Why?" I shrug and Rob
says, "Dylan wants to see if there's a pick up b-ball game at the high
school." Chub nods, "Yeah, some three-on-three, half-court
basketball. Yeah, let me put a shirt and some sneakers on and we'll go
see." Then he gets me in a head lock messing my hair, saying, "Awesome
idea, bro!" He lets go of me and I try fixing my hair.

Chub goes in his bedroom and Rob picks up a pizza crust, grinning at me,
asking, "Ya want some, Dylan?" Frowning at him, I go, "Put that down," then
ask, "How's my hair look?" Rod runs his fingers from my forehead back,
saying, "It looks like a hundred-dollar haircut. That's how it looks," and
then he takes out his pocket comb and re-combs the hair on top forward and
the bangs up a little. I mutter, "Thanks."

During the drive to the high school I tell Chub, "I tried texting you to
say I'm having dinner at Rob's tonight." Chub goes, "No problem, bro. Matt
Barnes set me up with a blind date tonight. We're picking the girls up at
seven so I'll get something to eat at the bar or club we're going
to. Someplace in Boston that Matt says rocks."

We spend the afternoon playing basketball against a number of three-man
teams. It's winners keep the court, challenged by the next three man
team. Chubby's making his usual baseline three-point-shots consistently. He
doesn't play much defense against the taller players and occasionally
smokes a cigarette as we're playing. Robby and I are breaking our balls
guarding the other guys. Then when we have the ball we pass it around a
couple of time and then get it to Chub, who nobody thinks is worth guarding
because he's way over there at the end of the baseline with a cigarette
between his lips, and swish, swish, swish goes the ball through the net
with Chubby smirking his ass off until our opponents are cursing, "You
lucky little fuck!" and are now charging over to cover Chub while Rob or I
take a pass back from Chub for lay ups. Fun!

We play for two hours only losing once when some young punk seniors from
last year's high school basketball team beat us. We were basically too
tired by then to put up much of a fight. A tall kid with acne goes, "You
college guys just got schooled by high schoolers." Chub goes, "Who the fuck
uses the words, 'high schoolers'?" The kid says, "It's a word!" We walk to
where Rob parked the pickup and drive to Sal's Pizza Shop and share a large
pizza. Back at the condos the three of us hang around my place just
shooting the breeze. Mom's getting ready for work in her bedroom while we
half-watch an afternoon Red Sox game in between talking and laughing at
dumb shit different guys said playing basketball.

Sometime after Mom leaves for work Chubby leaves too. Rob's drinking a Coke
on the sofa as I go to the basement and fold the clothes from the dryer,
including the ones Robby wore yesterday. I brings the clean folded clothes
upstairs and Rob asks, "Need any help, babe?" I go, "Nope," and take
everything in my bedroom, putting everything either in the closet or
bureau. Rob comes in and helps me make the bed with clean sheets and
blanket. Then, as I take a leak Rob goes back to the living room sofa. Done
my piss, and after washing my hands, I jump Rob on the sofa and we gets
amorous until I go, "We're all grungy from playing basketball, Rob."

On our way to my bathroom to wash up but only make it to my bedroom before
getting into another hot make-out. Rob's hand at the back of my head, my
hands on his hips, our tongues sliding together and then we do open-mouth
kissing trying to eat each other's mouth until Rob uses his other hand to
unbuttons the bib of his overall and then drops the pants of the overalls
below his knees and pulls down the boxer shorts he borrowed from me. Our
mouths separate as Rob's pulling down my khakis and jockey shorts. He
gasps, "Do we need lube?" I go, "No, there's still some up my ass even
though I showered." There's no more talking, just some heavy breathing and
red faces from the make-out.

Rob's fat hard cock gets humped up my ass and, with me groaning and Rob
grunting, it's a fast hard fucking. The, "Slapslsapslapslapslap," sounds
fill the room and a little later moans of, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh," at every
thrust. I'm bent over the desk now, "Slapslapslap," "Ooh,ooh,ooh," for
maybe three hot sexy minutes and then "Eeeeeiiiii," with cum spurting out
of my cock and Robby almost laying on my back humping against my ass
filling me up with his second creamy load of the day; one down my throat
and one up my ass. Thirty seconds of loud breathing before he backs off
me. Holding his cock he's gasping, "Oh man.... jeeeszus! What the hell,
Dylan? I'm getting out of fucking control here..." I'm shaking my head,
"No, no. That was premium hot rough extemporaneous sex, dude. Go for that
anytime you want."

Some more deep breathing as I plop on the desk chair and take Kleenex out
of a box to wipe my cum off the front of the desk. Some of it got in the
top drawer so I need to open it and wipe inside. Meanwhile Rob's cum is
running out my ass so I get up and get more Kleenex to wipe the chair
muttering, "Fuckin' messy." Rob goes, "Let's take another shower only this
time do it together," and that's what we do. No sex in the shower though
and afterwards Rob gets dressed in his now washed clothes from yesterday. I
put on clean jeans and long sleeve Polo pull-over.

We have dinner with Rob's parents but only after consuming two of his Dad's
Manhattans, straight up. His Mom over-cooks the prime rib slightly
upsetting his Dad although Rob and I claimed it was cooked perfectly. It
was still very good even if his Dad was right. The oddly named Yorkshire
Pudding was really good too. Everything was good.

After dinner Rob and I nostalgically visit a few of our favorite high
school spots running into some acquaintances from back then, and everybody
swaps lies for a while about college life. Later, not feeling like drinking
tonight, we have a hot fuck in the pickup for old time sake. Rob spanks the
shit out of my buttocks and fucks me hard. We have amazing climaxes but my
ass is definitely sore on the way home. Rob drops me off a little after
eleven o'clock.

Chub and I do Sunday brunch for the Moms and then we hang around the house
all day. Rob was doing mandatory relative visiting with his parents most of
the day. They do too many boring family things together but after all these
years Robby's use to it I suppose. Chub and I have Sunday dinner with our
Moms and future Father-in-laws at Bud's condo. Rider, also called, Tom, was
the chef and Bud, also called, Tim, was the bartender. Both those guys
treat Chub and me golden.

Sunday night I lay out the clothes I'll wear to my first day of work
tomorrow. Sure, I'm a little nervous about it. Anybody would be for their
first day of something that's brand new. I probably won't even see Rob so
no security blanket there AND I need to take the bus to work for the first
time ever. I got the bus schedule from their online site so I hope it's
accurate. That'll be a new experience too and I could kick myself in the
ass for not riding the bus Friday morning as a trial run. Oh well, I'll see
how it goes tomorrow morning... I can handle it. So far so good during the
first three days of this, my last ever, so-called summer break...

to be continued...     Donny Mumford     thinat20@yahoo.com

donnymumford@outlook.com

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