Date: Tue, 9 Sep 2014 11:20:37 -0400 From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 102 part 2 of 2 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 102 Part 2 of 2 by Donny Mumford Lee and I had sex in his car and now I'm back at the cookout with a bit of a sore ass. It's not as sore as it's been at times in the past so I don't expect the soreness to linger, but it is a little annoying at the moment. My sore ass is compliments of Lee's large six-plus inches of really fat penis. His big cock plus the fact we fucked for over fifteen minutes would give anybody a sore ass, but it was worth it I guess. Right now Chubby, Seth, Lee, me, and a cute guy nicknamed, Gums, are sitting around a picnic table playing liars poker. It's a game usually played with one dollar bills. The object is to use the serial numbers on the dollar bills to make a poker hand of sorts. Letters representing jacks, queens, and kings don't count, just numbers and the number 1 is an ace, so it's the highest 'card'. There's a lot of bluffing involved in this gambling game. For example, in this first round my dollar doesn't have any 4's in the serial number, so I start the game by bluffing, bidding, "Five fours." All the 4's on everyone's dollar bill will be included in the final count and I'm assuming there are at least five 4's from the other guy's serial numbers. The bluff is in play because the other players might think I have a lot of 4's, and if they have 4's too, they might raise the bid to say six, or seven, or eight 4's. No one bites on that though, and the next bid is five aces. I have two 1's in my serial number, but does the bidder actually have any 1's? He might be bluffing too, and trying to sucker someone in. More bluffing goes on as one by one we make our bids, each bid higher than the previous one, and in this first game the bidding goes around the table twice. Lee finally wins the hand with his bid of nine 6's. He's challenged and we all show our dollar bills. Adding all the 6's from the dollar bills in our hands we find there are nine 6's, so Lee wins and collects the dollar bill from each of us. He'd win if there were more than nine 6's too, but there had to be at least nine of them or wouldn't make his bid and he'd need to give each of us a dollar. That's one 'hand'. We all get a new dollar bill and start fresh. Since Lee won the last hand, he bids first and the game goes on as we drink and make wise cracks hoping to throw each other off. That's liars poker. At the beginning of the game I was disturbed when I glanced over and saw Robby arguing with Derrick Tanner at another picnic table. Derrick's father, Chuck the asshole, was right there smugly watching them. For a second it looked like it might get physical, but it fizzled out because Robby's dad calls him over for something, maybe the 'something' was just to get Robby away from Derrick. I can't wait to find out what the argument was about. After a half hour of liars poker we all have a pretty good idea which dollars bills contain the good serial numbers, so without fresh bills the game breaks up. I lost four dollars and Chubby was the big winner, up twenty-four bucks. Lee, who won the first hand winds-up the big loser although it's hard to lose a lot of money playing liars poker. Lee thinks he lost about as much as Chubby won. It's a fun gambling game and if we could have exchanged our dollar bills for fresh ones we'd still be playing. Chubby, Seth, and me decide to hit the food line one more time before it shuts down. I get a hot dog and some potato salad, the other two get hamburgers. We all grab another beer and sit around our crew's picnic table to eat. Seth and Chubby are a little drunk, but neither one is as drunk as I expected they'd be considering they were in the beer pong game. As far as we can tell none of the hundred or so people here have thrown-up yet which would not be the case if the hundred people at this cookout were all college-age guys, like at a frat party. Most of the employees at Dickers Landscaping and Design are adult adults, meaning real adults, mature individuals, mostly with families at home. The ages for most of the employees here is in the thirties and up range. Legally speaking we're all adults, of course, because we're eighteen and older. The thing is though, guys eighteen, nineteen, or in their early twenties are only 'adults' as far as the law's concerned. We're still fairly immature and thinking more like kids than 'real' adults. As if to prove this point, we see Lee coming over eating a hot dog so Chubby pours beer on the bench next to him, and says, "Billy Lee, sit next to me, dude." Lee doesn't even make eye contact with me, as he says to Chubby, "Well, Jeffrey, that's nice of you." He sits down and three seconds later the beer soaks through his shorts. We're all staring at him trying not to laugh when he makes a face with his eyes sliding over to Chubby, and he goes, "My seat appears to have some sort of liquid on it, Jeffrey." Chubby shrugs, muttering, "Do tell." Seth burst out with a barking laugh exchanging glances with me, as Lee mutters, "Rather a sophomoric move on your part, wouldn't you agree, Jeffrey?" We all chuckle now as Chubby says, "Well, we are sophomores after all." Robby comes over to our table, smiling and asking, "How's everyone doing?" He's seems so sexy to me, especially lately and I feel my dick move in my jockey shorts. Chubby says, "We're doing awesome, boss, except Lee's sitting in a liquid of some sort." Robby chuckles, then asks, "Ya didn't pee your pants did ya, Lee?" Lee mutters, "I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume it's beer I sat in." Seth laughs again as Robby checks the bench seat in front of him for beer, then sits down with us. I ask him, "Um, did you have a nice conversation with Derrick?" He says, "I don't think it's possible to have a nice anything with that asshole." I'm like, "Well, they say an acorn doesn't fall far from it's tree." Robby goes, "Fuck a whole bunch of acorns, who needs another beer?" We all do so Robby and I go to get them. Walking to the coolers, Robby says, "That asshole, Derrick, was working overtime trying to provoke me so I'd get pissed off enough to fight him, but like I said to you earlier, my dad would be really disappointed if a fight broke out between us younger guys, especially at this company sponsored function where alcoholic beverages are part of the function." I say, "You don't want to get in a fight with that turd anyway, Robby, he's an animal and he has fifty pounds on you." He says, "Mostly I don't want to disappoint my dad, a supervisor getting in a fistfight with an ex-employee is the last thing he'd expect of me." Robby's trying real hard to think like an adult-adult which isn't a whole lot of yucks if I'm honest about it. I ask him, "What's Derrick doing here anyway?" Robby shrugs, then says, "Oh, some bullshit story about dropping something off for his father." At the coolers he looks at me, "Forget Derrick. You're looking good enough tonight to eat, Dylan, and I just might do that tomorrow night on our date." Fishing two cans of beer out of the icy water in the cooler and handing Robby one, I'm like, "How about eating me up tonight, Robby?" He says, "Unfortunately, as a supervisor, I need to stick around after the cookout and help get this mess cleaned up." I crack open a beer and take a swallow, then say, "How about after you do that?" Robby says, "I said tomorrow night, Dylan, okay? Don't nag me, and anyway Sunday night we'll be in our apartment living together full time again, sharing a bed no less. I for one can hardly wait." That reminds me Ryan will be making his victorious return on Sunday, complicating my life... maybe complicating my life. We carry beers for the guys back to the picnic table and Chubby naturally wants to play some kind of drinking game. I ask, "Can't we just have a friendly conversation for once?" and everyone, including Robby, yells, "No! What fun is that?" So, Robby isn't fully committed to being a real adult, only where his job is concerned. Robby says, "Lets play categories." That's a game where there's a full cup of beer in the middle of the table that the loser of each round will need to chugalug. Someone names a category, like state capitols, and in turn each guy needs to correctly name one without repeating one already mentioned. It goes around the table until someone can't think of one or repeats one. When that happens the culprit loses and chugs the cup of beer. We all sip from our cans of beer as the game goes on, so obviously there's a lot of drinking involved and someone usually ends up hurling. At least at college that's what happens and it sometimes ends the game, particularly if the person hurls on the table, or god forbid on one of the participants. Robby's first. He tells us his category, "Name differences between college life and high school life." Oh shit, this is so subjective there's bound to be arguments, but the majority will rule if an answer is disputed. Robby goes, "In high school there are many tardy slips passed out each day, but at college there's no such thing as a tardy slip." Well, yeah, that's true. I'm sitting to Robby's left, so it's my turn next. I say, "Okay, in high school when the teacher says, 'Good morning' you mumble something back at her. In college when the professor says, 'Good morning' you write it down in your notes." Lee says, "Yeah, if you're the nerdy type who takes notes. That's a stretch, Dylan, but I'm not gonna challenge it. I'll say for my difference: in high school you can't go out to lunch because you're not allowed to. In college you're allowed to but you still can't go out to lunch because you're broke all the time." Seth says, "This category sucks for me because I'm going to college online, not on campus. Anyway, I'd assume at college there's no one to tell you ya can't eat pizza all three meals a day." Chubby mutters, "So true, Seth. Pizza plays a big part in the lives of college students. Um, lets see. In high school you do homework, but in college you basically study your ass off." It's Robby's turn again, he says, "Here's a good one. In college if you're hungover and skip a class you don't need a note from your mom saying you were sick. At college the professors just assumes you're hungover and most of them don't care if you skip class or not." I go, "That's a huge difference alright. Um for my difference between high school and college, I'll have to say, in high school the boys are cuter, generally speaking, than college guys." Everyone groans at that and it starts an argument, but it's finally allowed to pass because, generally speaking, everyone is cuter when they're younger. I mean, fer chrissakes, who knows that better than a world-class boy watcher like myself?! It's Lee's turn, so he says, "College girls are legal age for sex, but that's mostly not the case in high school." Seth goes, "I can't argue with that. How about this: in college the professor can give you an answer without needing to look at the teachers guide." Chubby says, "I never had a teacher in high school look at a teacher's guide." Seth says, "I'm just guessing, jeez!" Chubby shrugs, mumbling, "I'm playing this round under protest. Um, college guys are legal age for sex too, but not so in high school," and there's a big argument about that because basically it's a duplicate of Lee's answer. It finally passes on a technicality, and the game continues. It's back to Robby, "In high school you live with your parents, but at college you live with your friends." We all cheer at that, then I says, "In high school the fire drills are planned events, but at college they're initiated by drunks coming back from a frat party." Everyone chuckles, then Lee says, "In college weekends start on Thursday," and then Seth can't think of one so he says, "Fuck it, pass me the beer." He chugs it and that's the end of round one." Seth gets to name the next category and he chooses, "States west of the Mississippi." The longer we play the more we drink and it gets more and more boisterous with friendly arguments after every answer. That's until Mister Dickers comes over to stand behind Robby. With his hands on Robby's shoulders, he asks, "Everyone having a good time?" Chubby says, "Um, are we getting too loud mister D?" Mister Dickers smiles, "Just a little, but I'm more concerned about you boys driving after you've been drinking. Who are the designated drivers, Rob? There's supposed to be designated drivers, that's part of the deal with the beer drinking, right?" I can tell by his ' Oh shit!' expression Robby forgot about that, but he cooly lies, "Sure, dad, it's me. I've only had two beers all night so I'm gonna be the designated driver for my crew and see that my guys gets home safely." His father pats Robby's shoulder, saying, "Good, Rob, we need these guys next summer." He moves on to the next table and Robby goes, "I guess that's it for me, guys. I'm done drinking for the night. How are you guys feeling? Do you feel sober enough to drive?" Chubby goes, "Objectively, I'm fuckin' hammered, but my brother isn't, so I'm good." Robby says, "No more drinking, Dylan, okay?" I mutter, "Party pooper," and Lee lies too, saying, "I haven't had much to drink. Don't worry about me." We all look at Seth, and he goes, "What?" Robby says, "I'm driving you home, Seth. You're shit faced. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning and bring you back here so you can get your car." Seth mutters, "Yes, mommy," as he hiccups, then giggles. I get up to stretch my legs patting Seth on the back and lighting a cigarette, thinking, 'So that's the end of the drinking games I guess'. The grille's been shut down but Chubby, Seth, and Lee wander over anyway to see if there's some barbecued chicken wings left over. I'm leaning against the picnic table smoking and smirking at Robby, thinking how cute and hot he looks. Robby lights a cigarette as I ask him, "How long will you be here cleaning up after the cookout breaks up?" He shrugs, "I don't really know, I've never done it before. Ya know, being a supervisor isn't exactly how I envisioned it." I mutter, "Yeah, ya gotta put in a lot of hours. What kind of raise did you get this summer?" He says, "Just between you and me, my salary was doubled." I go, "Whoa, it's worth it then." Someone I don't recognize calls for Robby. He rolls his eyes at me, and says, "I'll catch you later, baby. I gotta see what that pain in the ass wants. Can't wait to get to college," and he goes off to talk to the guy. Someone's always calling him it seems. I gotta agree with Robby, I can't wait for college to start too, and then I'll have Robby all to myself. Hmmm, except for Ryan, and the baseball team of course. Balls! Seth, carrying a plate of chicken wings, walks up saying, "Look what I got." I take a wing and he says, "They're real spicy," then he asks, "How late are you staying?" I look at my watch and see it's only eleven o'clock so I nod at Chubby, who's goofing around with Lee as they're walking towards us with a paper plate piled with chicken wings, "What time I leave depends a lot on when my brother wants to leave, we came in the same car. What's with all these wings anyway?" He says, "The cook just took the last of them off the grill and we swooped in on them." Lee and Chubby stop at the picnic table where the beer pong game was played and talks to those guys, who are soon laughing at whatever Chubby's saying. Seth and I devour the chicken wings, then, wiping my fingers and lips with a napkin, I mutter, "Come on, Seth, lets sneak another beer and have a cigarette. I don't want Robby seeing me though." We walk down to the coolers where Seth mutters, "Jeez, look how many beers are still here, floating in the ice water. I thought they'd be hardly any beer left by now." Looking at him to see if he's kidding, then I say, "Um, obviously the cans floating are empty cans that some goof balls put back in the cooler." He chuckles, "Oh yeah, I knew that, Dylan." Putting my hand in the cold water and grabbing a full beer from the bottom, I hand it to Seth and get one for myself. "How many beers have you had tonight, Seth?" He goes, "I don't know. I'm feeling okay though, or maybe a little drunk, but I can drive okay so I don't need Rob driving me home. Um, can we go somewhere and make-out? I have this sinking feeling in my stomach knowing I'm coming to work Monday and you won't be here." He reaches over and squeezes my arm, "I'm gonna really miss you, Dylan. You're, um, the best friend I ever had and I, um, love you." I mutter, "Thank's, Seth, I love you too and I'm gonna miss you a lot as well, but what the hell, we'll see each other on weekends or you can drive up to Merrimack." He nods his head and gulps down some beer, then burps, and says, "How about if we make-out someplace. I'm so fucking horny for you I feel like a pathetic asshole." Biting my bottom lip, I'm like, "Huh, um, I don't know where we could go to make-out. People are leaving off and on now, so the parking lot's no good, and you are not an asshole, Seth. Don't say shit like that." Seth adjust his junk, then says, "I wish I was more of a take charge type, Dylan, I know you like that. I don't know though, when I'm with you I feel all gooey inside. Man, I'm such a loser." I'm holding my unopened can of beer looking at Seth, then I pop the beer open, and say, "I hate when you put yourself down. You're not pathetic in any way, and you're far from a loser. I admire you, Seth, so cut out the negative thinking. Come on, I got an idea. We can go behind the main building, no one should be there at this time of night." Seth nods his head as we take our beers and sneak off behind the trailer, going around the building the long way. As we walk I pass Seth a cigarette and take one myself, muttering, "I'm hoping this long haired dude you're going out with tomorrow night sweeps you off your feet during your date. It's Jackie Bradley, right?" He chuckles, "We're both a little shy, hey, how'd you remember his name?" I go, "Because Jackie Bradley Jr. plays for the Red Sox, ya nut." He goes, "Oh, yeah, that's right. It's a different Jackie Bradley though." I don't say, no shit. Seth frowns, then burps again, and repeats himself, "Jackie's as shy as I am about dating. We agreed ahead of time not to do anything, um, you know, sexy on our date tomorrow." I ask, "You mean you two came right out and said that?" He goes, "In our email, yeah. It's so we'll both feel comfortable and avoid any awkwardness wondering what the other guy expects. A kiss or whatever, you know?" I shrug, "Whatever works, I guess." He says, "You're the only friend I've ever had sex with. My other weird sexual experiences have been unsatisfying experiences with older strangers who were as horny as me, and now that you'll be away at college I'm sorta back to where I started." I protest, "No, you're not. You've started dating as of tomorrow night. If he isn't the right guy there are hundreds more in that matchmaking site you belong to." Seth stumbles on something, blows out a lot of cigarette smoke, then says, "Yeah, there are others, but not hundreds. In my age group there's about ninety. I like Jackie's looks though, and ya know, we're both shy about dating so we're starting off even." I say, "Yes, you mentioned you're both shy a few times. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that he's perfect for you. Don't forget, if it works out for both of you, I want to meet him. Give him a haircut or something and see what he's like." Seth grins, "You wanna check him out to see if he's safe for me, is that it?" "Nah, Seth, you can take care of yourself, I know that. It's just that I care about you and I'd like to meet him, but only if you guys get a little serious, ya know?" He grins again, "I like that you're looking out for me," and I protest, "I'm not presuming to do that, Seth. If you don't want me to meet him, that's fine too." He goes, "Nope, if Jackie and I start dating on a regular basis I'd like you to tell me what you think of him. Really!" I spot something going on ahead of us and grab Seth's arm stopping him, "Oh great! Look at that." I'm pointing at two people making out. An older woman and man are in an alcove kissing while the man's feeling her up. Seth mutters, "Disgusting," and I chuckle, "That's what we want to do, isn't it?" He goes, "Yeah, but we're young so it's not disgusting," then he chuckles and mutters, "Fuck, heh heh." We turn around and start back the way we came. Seth says, "Hey, I got an idea, we can get in my car and I'll drive us someplace, a lover's lane or something." I stop again, "What's that over there?" It's really dark back here with only one security light shining weakly from way up on the wall at the back of the building. He says, "It looks like two more people making out behind that dumpster." I mumble, "Romantic, huh? Come on," and we walk around the side of the building. Now we can hear the murmur from the people still here at the cookout, but the music has stopped. As we approach the trailer I hear grunting and then a sound like something connecting with flesh. Was that a fist hitting someone's face? Seth and I exchange looks, he shrugs, and I quietly whisper, "Shhh, lets take a look." Walking quietly down the back of the trailer to the parking lot side we find what I was afraid of, it's Derrick and Robby fighting. Derrick's in the process of wrestling Robby into a full Nelson. Derrick's arms are under Robby's armpits and around his body and his fingers are interlaced behind the back of Robby's neck. He's pushing Robby's neck and head painfully forward shaking him and lifting him off the ground slightly as Robby grimaces helplessly. When Robby stops struggling Derrick sets Robby back on his feet and lets up a little of the pressure. Sweat's dripping off Robby's face and the pressure from Derrick at the back of Robby's neck keeps his face looking down. I see the strain on his neck too. Leaning his head down next to Robby's, the side of his face against the side of Robby's, Derrick says into Robby's ear, "You're fucked now, ain't ya, faggot? I've been dreaming about this payback. How do you like it so far?" and he applies more pressure on the back of Robby's neck again as Robby groans in pain, mumbling, "Okay, okay, you made your point, Derrick." Derrick lessens the pressure, and says to Robby, "There's no one here to save your ass this time, is there?" Derrick has some blood under his nose and Robby's face has blood on it too, plus he looks exhausted and beat. The fight probably began as a quick fist fight and then Derrick used his size and weight advantage to wrestle with Robby until just a few seconds ago he put Robby in this helpless position. Derrick's sounding very pleased with himself, saying, "None of your queer friends to help you now." Robby croaks out, "Your father could lose his job," and Derrick snorts, then says, "Empty threat, pussy. My old man says he doesn't give a shit if he loses this shitty-paying job or not, so you're ass is grass." Robby struggles a little then groans in pain as Derrick applies more pressure on the back of his neck forcing Robby's head further forward and down. I glance at Seth who nods his heads at Derrick, like... lets go. I put my finger to my lips as I'm taking a second to calm down and think what the best way to go about this is. If we just run up to them, Derrick's a large strong guy and he could break Robby's neck before we could make him let Robby go. I look down and see a flat rock which might be just the thing, then Derrick says to Robby, "Here's what you're going to do faggot. You're going to suck my cock until it's hard and then I'm going to stick it up your ass. I'm keeping a half nelson on your skinny neck, but letting go a little so your arm is free to drop down and undo your shorts and underpants. Then I'm gonna get your nuts in my fist and you're going to suck my cock like the queer you are." Robby grunts, "Go fuck yourself," then he groans as Derrick punishes him by pulling his other arm back, lifting Robby off the ground again while pushing Robby's head painfully forward. Robby says, "Okay, okay, I'll do it." I tiptoe up to them staying close to the side of the trailer. The rock I'm holding in both hands above my head weighs about five pounds. The only light back here is coming from the moon. I don't want to miss and hit Derrick's shoulder by doing this wildly, so I need to do it carefully. Derrick lets one of Robby's arms go free again and Robby does what he's told trying to undo the button on his short, moaning, "Oh, fuck, it hurts to move my arm." Derrick senses motion the last split second and starts to turn his head when, "Clunk!' I bring the flat rock down on the crown of his head with both hands applying the force. He goes, "Huh," lets go of Robby, and leans back against the trailer with his hands on his head. Robby windmills his arms getting circulation back, exclaiming, "Dylan! Seth, what are you guys doing back here?" Without answering I swing my fist from way behind me, it's a sweeping roundhouse that catches Derrick right on the tip of his chin, "Splat!" and he sits down on the ground hard, as I yell, "Fuck!" shaking my hand. "My fist is broken I think. Jesus!" Robby holds my hand feeling all around it, but nothing makes me scream so it's probably not broken. Robby hugs me then, muttering, "I'm so glad to see you," then he kisses me and hugs me again. "I was fucked, Dylan. That prick is a tough fucker. He kicked my ass, but what are you doing back here?" I say, "Seth and I wanted to walk around and get some fresh air away from everyone. He was feeling a little queasy." Seth hiccups, and says, "I wasn't queasy." Robby mumbles, "Derrick lured me back here saying he wanted to apologize to me for being rude earlier, but first he thought I'd want to help you. He said you were throwing up behind the trailer. I stupidly followed him around here and he dazed me with a hard sucker punch to my eye and it was all down hill from there for me." I say, "You don't look too hurt." He says, "It was mostly body blows so I grappled with him and he got me in that fucking full nelson hold. Man, it's a helpless feeling. Like I said, he kicked my ass, basically." Derrick looks up from his sitting position on the ground, and snarls, "You skinny fuck, Newman! What'd you hit me with?" I say, "Which time? Um, the first time I used that flat rock there next to you and then I punched you a real good one right on your goofy looking chin. I should have hit the top of your head with the rock." He staggers up, muttering, "Let see how tough you are without rocks," and Seth catches Derrick right in the solar plexus with an awesome roundhouse punch to the stomach. Derrick goes, "Ooofs," and sits back down. Robby and I nod at Seth, who's grinning, then snickering, mumbling, "I got him good with that punch." Robby frowns at Seth, then says to me, "I don't want dad hearing about this fight." He kneels down to look at Derrick sitting on the ground. Derrick's taking deep breaths as Robby says, "Are you satisfied you got your revenge?" Derrick opens his mouth like he's testing his jaw after my punch caught him there. Then he says, "No, we're no even close to even and now it's your faggy boyfriend who also needs to be taught a lesson." Robby says, "Don't be an asshole about it," and throws a short hard, one foot punch into Derrick's nose and blood runs out. He says, "And don't call him faggy, you're the one who wanted your cock sucked so you could stick it up my ass. I'll look up your father and explain our little misunderstanding to him. Oh, and since he doesn't care about his shitty job I'll relay that to my dad for him." Derrick's holding his nose, then he looks defiant, saying, "Okay, we're even, you pricks. Dirty fighting pricks," which isn't what I expected him to say at all. Robby stand up and holds his hand down to help Derrick up but Derrick smacks Robby's hand away, staggers up again on his own. Without looking at us or saying anything else he limps away around the trailer and into the parking lot. Robby takes a deep breath, and leaning against the trailer, he takes his cigarettes out of his pocket. He offers one to Seth and me, we take one, and Robby holds up his lighter lighting our smokes with his hand shaking, quietly saying, "Thanks, guys. That was embarrassing, you seeing me helpless like that, Dylan. Really fuckin' embarrassing." I mumble, "Ya can't win 'em all. I've had my share of losses in fights." Seth goes, "Whaddaya mean you lost? That dick-head lost." Robby nods his head dragging on his cigarette. With smoke coming out his nose and mouth, he goes, "Yeah, when it was three against one we won, but I lost to him big time one on one." I chuckle, "Actually it was four against one counting this rock here," as I bump it with my toe. Robby shrugs, "I lost, that's all I know." I say, "You know my philosophy about fighting, Robby. It's no holds barred, so use whatever is fucking available. Fuck fighting fair, it's a street fight, fer chrissakes." Robby wipes his nose with the back of his hand, asking, "How do I look. Can you tell I've been in a fight?" I go, "A blind person couldn't tell maybe, but yeah, you look to me like you were in a fight." Robby mutters, "Fuck," then, "Come with me, I've got the key to the locker room. I'll see if I can clean up before dad sees me." The three of us walk behind the building the long way around to get to the locker room. Seth asks, "Do you think Derrick will tell about us hitting him over the head with a rock and punching him three on one?" Robby says, "It's unlikely because he won't want it to get out he wanted his dick sucked or that he was going to fuck me up the ass." Then Robby sort of shakes, "Jesus, the thought of that is so sick. Derrick Tanner of all people. Thanks again guys." In the locker room Robby turns on the lights in the lavatory and checks himself out in the mirror, mumbling, "Not too bad," then he washes his face. That gets the blood off his face, but here's nothing he can do about the red bruise on his cheek bone and the puffiness around his eye, or his fat lip. I'm looking at him wishing I'd hit Derrick harder with the rock until I think, 'Fuck, I could have killed him'. The things you do on the spur of the moment... scary. It's lucky he has a hard skull. Heh heh, but that sound when the rock connected with his head was awesome! I take the opportunity to wash up too and then Seth does the same. Robby mutters, "I'll say I ran into something in the dark investigating a noise I heard behind the trailer. That's if anybody even notices my fat lip and bruised cheek. Priority number one is to stay clear of my dad the rest of the night, if I can." I mutter, "Mums the word unless Derrick says anything and then it's the three of us giving our side of things." Robby and Seth nod their heads and we leave the locker room walking back the long way again. Robby tells us his dad wants everything closed down by midnight and all the crews heading for home. Then he adds, "Well, they don't need to head for home, but they gotta vacate these premises, basically." I ask, "How do you feel, Robby?" He shrug, "He got in some good shots so I'm gonna be sore tomorrow. Fuck, that really sucked! I hate losing." I go, "Seth's right, in the end Tanner lost. We creamed him." Robby nods, "Yeah, thanks to you guys. You saved my ass again." He says 'again', but Seth wasn't here for the first fight with Derrick, which is a mere technicality... I know what he meant. Robby's beating a dead horse, saying again, "I lost the fight until the cavalry showed up. That asshole's fucking strong." Seth's quiet, looking concerned for Robby. I say, "Well, that asshole is 'oh' for two in fights with you, that's all I know. Maybe he'll wise up now." Robby shrugs. As we enter the cookout area the first person I notice is Chuck-the-asshole talking with one of the managers. He's showing obsequious body language and laughing nervously at something the manager he works for just said. The important thing is he's not looking pissed-off or concerned at all. My conclusion is he doesn't know about Derrick getting hit over the head with a rock yet. I tend to agree with what Robby said, it's unlikely Chuck will ever hear about it. Robby sees Chuck too and his lip curls, as he says, "That fuck! I'm gonna have a heart to heart talk with dad about Chuck." That's what he says now, although I doubt he ever will. I say, "You've got enough to do cleaning up here, Robby, I'll see that Seth gets home safely." Robby squeezes my shoulder, "Thanks, Dylan. Are you guys taking off now?" I say, "Um, I've got to find Chubby and then we'll take off." Robby goes, "Oh shit, there's my dad so I'm heading the other way, I'll call you tomorrow," and he kisses me quickly, muttering, "You're my hero," then, "See ya, Seth. Don't be a stranger. Oh, I'll see you at the welcome home party for my brother and Connor next weekend, right?" Seth says, "Sure thing, Rob. Take care of yourself and, um, I enjoyed working for you all summer." Then he gives Robby and awkward hug, adding, "Um, and thanks for putting in a good word to your dad to keep me on year round." Robby says, "It's the company's gain, Seth, and you're very welcome. See ya, guys. I'll call you tomorrow, Dylan." I grin at him and give a little wave as he heads to the left jogging to catchup with another supervisor. I hear the supervisor say, "What the fuck happened to you, Rob? Ya been in a fight?" I only hear Robby say, "Stupid me, I ran into...." and then they're out of hearing range. I look at Seth, "One more beer, dude, and then we'll find Chubby." He says, "Okay, but you don't need to drive me home, Dylan." I go, "I know, but I'll follow you to keep my word to Robby about getting you home safely." Thinking that Seth's had a lot more to drink tonight than me, we only share a beer with me drinking most of it. As we wander around sharing the beer and smoking a cigarette, we talk about the quick fight. By now there's only about twenty-five people still here. It's quarter to twelve when I spot Chubby. He's with a half dozen guys sitting around a picnic table bull shitting, laughing, smoking, and drinking the last of the beers. I motion to Chubby and he yells over, "Bro, where the fuck ya been. I'm telling these guys about that time we got smashed in Wildwood and went for a swim in the ocean. Come on over here." I say, "Time to go," and one of the guys I don't know, says, "We got fifteen minutes, dude, what the fuck's wrong with you." I mutter to Seth, "Who's that asshole? He shrugs, then Chubby says, "Let me finish my beer and I'll be ready to go." I wave my hand at him. Seth and I wander down towards the trailer again as I say, "Lets see if the back of the building is clear now." Seth, says, "Now you're talking," and he gooses my ass saying, "These beers got me thinking I can be in charge." I mutter, "Oh boy." We walk to an alcove, the one just before the one I spotted the middle age couple making out in. Seth says, "Get in here." I grin at his phony 'in-charge' attitude, muttering, "Sure, Seth," and follow him. Hidden in the alcove we can only see whats right in front of us. Seth puts his hand between my legs as his other hand goes behind my head and he pulls my face against his. Our noses bump together and then his lips suck on my top lip as he gently massages my cock. My arms go around his waist and with Seth keeping his hand behind my head, we make out with lots of slurping mouth sounds. It wet and delicious as our saliva mixes and drools down our chins. We French kiss and then he sucks on my tongue, all the time keeping pressure on the back of my head with his hand so our faces are squashed together with his scent invading my olfactory glands sexily. It's really sexy and everything clears out of my mind except this make out, and my cock. When my cock begins to get hard, Seth unbuttons my shorts and gets his hand in my underwear, his fist goes around my cock to stroke it as I moan into his mouth, "Mmmmm, ummmm," breathing hard through my nose. Two more minutes of that and we're both desperate for a deep breath so the kiss breaks with me dragging my tongue alone Seth's cheek as the sides of our faces slide together and our chests heave, taking in oxygen. Precum drools from my cock running down Seth's fist and then his lips are back on mine sucking and kissing, as we lick each other's mouth. His teeth scrape my tongue and then his tongue is all around the inside of my mouth with our front teeth scraping together and Seth moaning and doing little hump into his fist that's holding my hard cock. He moans, "Mmmmm, Dylan," squeezing my boner tightly and then pulling his hand out and licking my precum off the back of his fingers. He pushing his saliva coated, partially precum covered finger into my mouth. I suck on them and then lick them until his mouth is on mine again. My hands are rubbing his head and hair as I keep his face against mine. He gets both his arms around my neck for more deep kissing and keeps moaning. Seth then pulls his face away a little, muttering, "I almost shot my load." He looks at me, kisses me once, then turns me around and pulls my pants down to my knees, then my underpants. My cock is tight against my belly, hard and wet. Seth makes a whining sound of desire as he pokes his finger up my ass and pulls down his zipper. Taking his boned-up cock out of his shorts he pulls his finger out of my ass, wraps his arms around my stomach, and pulls me tightly against him with his hard wet boner pointing up between my buttocks. He puts his tongue in my ear and then murmurs, "Your ass in slick inside. Is that lubricant?" Oh fuck, it's residue from Lee's condom. I mutter, "Um, I don't know." Seth kisses the side of my mouth and then puts a finger in my mouth and I suck on it as he backs up six inches to lineup his cock with my asshole. He presses it against the lips of my asshole and they spread slowly with Seth making his whining sound of sexual arousal again. "Aaaaah," comes from me as his cock head slides nicely past my sphincter muscle and it feels better than Lee's fat cock. There's no pain, only sexual pleasure that makes me shudder and moan, "Mmmm, feels good, Seth." He reaches in front of me and strokes my cock as he pushes his boner up my ass. Oh fuck, it feels so good as all the muscles in my rectum clench tightly, seemingly on their own. Seth goes "ooooh, aah, aah, aah," as he finishes pushing his cock up my ass and then his crotch presses against my butt cheeks tightly. Letting go of my cock, he puts both his arms around my waist pulling my back against his chest. He kisses, then licks the side of my neck and then starts moving his hips fucking me steadily. "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds echo in the alcove accompanied with, Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah," grunts of pleasure from me. Seth goes, "Mmmmmm, ooh yeah," and more, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," until he pulls his cock out of my ass leaving my anus lips quivering and sucking at air. He turns me around abruptly and wraps his arms around my neck, his tongue's in my mouth siding around warm and wet on my tongue as his hips hump into his hard cock that's sticking up next to my boner on my belly. His boner's sticky and sexually sliding in precum and ass juices between us. My shorts slide from my knees to bunch around my ankles. My hands rub over his back and up past his neck into his hair as he sucks on my tongue and continues humping his sloppy boner. His cock slides between my bare belly and up and under his t-shirt on his belly. The happy trail of fine hair from his bellybutton into his pubic hairs tickle my boner as my balls sway slightly in their skin sack feeling heavy and hard. Out of breath, Seth pulls his mouth away from mine and take some deep breaths, then licks my face and says with his lips against my ear, "I want the pleasure to last so I never forget how special you are." I'm happy to let him do this sex anyway he wants as he takes hold of my shoulders turning me around again. Pushing behind my head I step back and bend at the waist with my arms stretched out and hands on the emergency fire door in the alcove. Seth grabs my hips and his hard cock slides up my ass again. He fucks me slowly and steadily for five or six minutes until I'm delirious with sexual pleasure humping my hips with the need to cum. Seth leans over to lay on my back, his arms tightly around my chest and he begins a hard fast and furious fuck, "Slapslapslapslapslapslapslap," sounds in my ears, with me constantly moaning, "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, aah, aah, aah, mmm, mmm." My boner tightens more and moves away from my belly to sticks out straight, so hard it feels numb. It barely moves as Seth slams into me repeatedly, his hard cock feeling fantastic inside me, sliding over my prostate constantly stimulating the lips of my anus as they grip his fast moving boner while it moves back and forth in my ass. With his arms around my chest he lifts me up against him again, my back against his sweaty chest. Seth's moaning and making a whining sound that tells me he's gonna climax soon. "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," and every muscle in my body tightens as my own climax announces itself. I know it's going to blow any second, and then I squeal while violently humping my hips as cum fires up from my balls, straight out the shaft of my boner to splash against the door. The spray off the door wets my groin with a mist of cum as the head of my cock sends out sexual pleasure sensations that has my shoulders shuddering. Three shots of cum follow the first and I'm dizzy with sexual pleasure and then Seth gasps and I feel his hard stream of cum hit inside my bowels. It squishy and warm with his cock making a sloppy wet sound as it plows my ass with Seth moaning as he drives his cock back and forth in my ass. Cum drools out around his boner and runs down my butt cheeks as he continues humping. And then he stops and clutches me, his forehead on my shoulder, and he groans gasping for breath. Awesome sensations buzz around my groin and rectum before fading to a pleasant well-fucked feeling. I slump against the door breathing deeply with Seth plastered to my back, his cock motionless inside my ass. I tighten my ass muscles a few times loving the feel of a hard cock there and then he slowly withdraws it as we both moan, "Aaaaah, oooh, mmmm." My buttocks quiver as cum rolls down the back of my legs. "Oooh, man, that was something special," murmurs Seth, "Oooh, man," and then I feel his cock sliding back up my ass in his creamy semen for another minute of, "Slap, slap, slap, slap." He pulls it out again and gives my ass a hard, "SMACK!" then he mutters, "Oh, I'm sorry about that, Dylan. I don't know what got into me." He turns me around by my shoulders again and hugs me as I mumble, "Some ass smacks are sexy, Seth, no problem." He chuckles and slaps my ass, "Smack, smack, smack," then says, "Yeah, I see what you mean, and "Smack, smack," with him chuckling some more. "You're truly awesome, Dylan. I'm gonna miss you something awful." I take a deep breath and let it out slowly with my cheeks puffed out. Then say, "Unfortunately we better be getting back, it's after twelve." First I use my handkerchief to wipe as much of his cum off my legs and ass as I can reach, then pull up my underwear and shorts. Seth asks, "Can I use that handkerchief?" I hand it to him and he wipes his belly where his hard cock was resting when he was hugging me, and then he wipes at his cock before handing the wet handkerchief back to me. Stuffing it in my back pocket we begin jogging down the back of the building with Seth looking at me grinning, and asking, "That was pretty awesome wasn't it?" I go, "Jesus! I'll say, you really fuck good." He says, "Thanks to you I'm getting the hang of it. Man, I loved that!" We slow up at the trailer. I peek around the corner and see some guys still milling around so we step out in the open and walk casually past the empty coolers. Then Chubby calls over, "Ready to go, bro, and I see him smoking a cigarette sitting on the top of a picnic table." Seth and I saunter over as cool as you please, and when we're at the table, out of the corner of my eye I see Robby. He on the other side of the blacktop with a group of supervisors near the grilles. Chubby, nods at the group of supervisors, explaining, "They're organizing the cleanup so lets get the fuck outta here before we get recruited to help. I'm hammered, bro." The three of us jog giggling to the parking lot with Seth muttering, "Fuck that, I can't help clean up, I'm too drunk." I grab his arm, "Let me drive you home, dude." He says, "I can drive," and I say, "I'm following you." He nods his head, and walks to his car. Chubby and are further away, our Jeep is one of five cars left in the parking lot. We get in the Jeep and Chubby puts his seatbelt on, then closes his eyes. Good. Seth waits for me at the entrance to the parking lot and when I pull up behind him he pulls away slowly. He drives overly cautiously the way you do it when you know you've had too many alcoholic beverages. I stay behind him and he makes it back to his ratty looking apartment building, but can't find a place to park. Three blocks away he parks with one front wheel on the curb. I put the Jeep in neutral and walk over to him sitting in the car looking at me. He goes, "What?" I say, "You're on the curb, back up slightly." He does that very slowly and the right front wheel bounces down off the curb with Seth frowning and muttering, "What the fuck was that?" Holding back a laugh, I go, "Um, nothing. Turn off the car, but first put your windows up." He does that, gets out and locks the car, then hugs me swaying. I lead him to the Jeep and get him in the back, then drive him the three blocks back to his apartment. Turning around to look at him, I say, "If you can't remember where you parked your car in the morning, text me. He laughs, "Oh, yeah, I'm so sure I won't know where my car is parked." Then he leans over the front seat and kisses me, mumbling, "Good night, I love you." I smile at him and he gets out. Watching him into his apartment, he turns and waves and that's it. Taking a deep breath I glance at Chubby. He's deeply asleep. Ya know what, I've never heard him snore, so he's got that going for him too. He looks so cute I rub my fingers through his hair and then drive us home. Chubby's not easy to wake up, but he finally opens his eyes and looks around, nod his head, mutters, "Uh huh," and staggers out of the car. I walk upstairs with him and he can't find his key so I get the well hidden spare key from the mailbox where no master cat burglar would ever think to look for it, and let him in. I go in with him and pull down his shorts and just barely get his t-shirt off before he flops in bed. After pulling off his sandals and pulling the sheet over him, I kiss him on the cheek and leave him to sleep it off. Down the steps to my condo, I let myself in, glance at my mom's bedroom door. It's still open so she's not home yet. After brushing my teeth really well, then gargling, I take a long shower, dry off and put on boxer shorts. In the kitchen I take two Tylenol swallowing them by drinking from the orange juice bottle, then get in bed. Well, that's it for that summer job. Now I'll start my part time job at the North Andover Stop & Shop October first. What a summer this has been, but the vacation isn't officially over until Sunday when we move into our college apartment, then everything's different and seemingly new. Sleep comes quickly and I don't wakeup until almost eleven o'clock Saturday morning. Taking inventory of myself this morning: I don't have a hangover, my ass isn't sore, I'm not horny, I'm well rested, and I'm feeling good! Okay, that's the way to start a day, plus there isn't anything I have to do today. I'll do stuff that I feel like doing, like a nice long pee. After that I turn the radio on and out blares an old favorite of mine. It's Steven Kellogg and the Sixers playing 'Shady Esperanto' featuring the catch phrase 'I never Want To Get Old'. Perfect! Then I remember I'm already getting old, I'm twenty years old, fer chrissakes. Where'd my youth go? My teen years are kaputt. Well that sucks! Getting dressed my iPhone beeps indicating a text. I pull on a sleeveless t-shirt, glance at my tattoo, and check my phone. It's from Seth. 'Dylan, awesome cookout last night, but someone stole my car.' I chuckle, then text back, 'The thief parked it three blocks to the right of your apartment building.' He texts back, 'Um, I was kidding. I knew that.' Ha ha, I text, 'Liar liar pants on fire!' In the kitchen I gulp down some orange juice and make a cup of coffee. On the balcony smoking a cigarette, I'm drinking my coffee and reading the Globe sport section when two of the posse boys text asking for haircuts. Mark Cranston and Jameson Doyle, he has those beautiful green eyes and pretty light brown hair. These are the last two posse boys to get back-to-school haircuts. I text them back telling them to come right over. Jameson arrives just as I'm finishing my coffee. Old habits are hard to break so he does the posse greeting at the front door. I leave a note there telling Mark to come on down when he gets here. It's fun shampooing and cutting Jameson hair. He's a nice polite kid even though I don't consider him the least bit sexy. Mark comes downstairs just as I'm outlining around Jameson's ears with the trimmer clippers. None of us do the posse greeting and it's a reminder that Mark's no one's favorite, so I feel a little bad for him. He was a prick to me at the beginning of the summer, but since then he's been a decent enough guy. Some guys are more likable than others, that's just the way it is. It's twelve-thirty when Mark leaves and I'm wondering how Chubby's doing so I say goodbye to Mark and go up the steps to Chubby's condo and let myself in. Inside I hear the shower running in his mom's bathroom, but Chubby's bedroom door is closed. Hee hee, I quietly go in and there's my brother sleeping soundly. Taking off my shorts, I kick off my sandals and ease myself into bed with him. Mmmm, he smells good until he says, "Gosheman," in his sleep and his breath drifts over. Jesus H Christ! Yeah, I put him to bed last night without making him brush his teeth. I knew I forgot something. He's sleeping on his back as I slide out of bed and pad into his bathroom for his mouthwash. Filling the cap with mouthwash I drip some on his lips, trying not to laugh. Chubby frowns while licking his lips, then swallows and turns on his side facing me with his mouth open a little. I pour the rest of the mouthwash in his mouth. Some of it runs down the side of his chin but most of it goes in his mouth. He coughs, sputters, and opens his eyes. "What the fuck?" from Chubby, as I lift the covers and get in bed beside him. He groans, moves over, puts his arm over my side, and goes back to sleep. I rustle around until I'm facing him and he does appear to be sleeping again. How the hell does he do that? I'd be cranky if he woke me up like this, and I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Staring at his face, I think he's so good looking, but then we are brothers, hee hee. I just complimented myself. With the pad of my finger I trace down his perfectly formed nose. It's like my nose and we both got it from our father. Our dad will be forever seventeen, just ready to turn eighteen. A tear comes to my eyes as I bite my bottom lip. How cruel life can be. Chubby's complexion and brown hair and eyes are like our dad's. I've got my mom's coloring and my grandfather's height, such as it is. I stare at Chubby thinking about our life together and get another tear, and this time it runs down my cheek. How I love Chubby, I can't put the extent of it into words. It's a special love like no other, such a comfort having him in my life, such a blessing. Fuck, I'm too emotional. I gotta get a grip, but if I had a chance to be nine again and live our lives over I'd do it in a second, and everything could be exactly like it was too. I wouldn't change a thing. Hell, if I could do it from age three I'd do it. That's as far back as I have a solid memory of us together, although we've been together since I was two days old. Chubby's my most cherished gift in life. A couple of more tears. I wake up for a second time this morning blinking my eyes. What the fuck? Oh yeah, Chubby's room. He's not in bed though. Then I notice his shower running so I pull his pillow over and smell that scent I've known and loved all my life. Life is good even as it can be cruel and unfair at times. The shower turns off and a minute later Chubby comes out of the bathroom followed by a cloud of steam. As usually he comes out naked carrying a towel. I say, "Shouldn't the towel be around your waist for modesty sake?" He says, "How delightful waking up seeing you next to me, bro, did you sleep with me all night?" I go, "Of course I did. You were so drunk I was afraid you'd fall out of bed. What's a big brother to do except lookout for their younger reckless brother?" He smirks at me, "I have a mother of a hangover and it's your fault." I ask, "Why's that?" He pulls on jockey shorts, saying, "You abandoned me last night instead of looking out for me. Those guys were a bad influence on me and you know how susceptible I am to bad influences." I go, "That's funny, I thought you were the ringleader encouraging your followers to pound down the beers." He's dressed, asking, "How would you know, I hardly saw you at all night. Those fucking chicken wings were killers though, weren't they?" Chubby takes three Tylenol, I call Robby and we decide to go to lunch. We round up the moms and treat them and Robby to lunch at Friendly's near the Natick mall. After Robby explains he got his black eye and fat lip running into a pole in the dark last night, we rehash last night's cookout eliminating anything the moms don't need to hear. The conversation after that is all about college. The moms run through a check list of things we needed to do. Between Robby, Chubby, and me we've taken care of most of the things the moms can think of. Actually, Robby took care of most of the apartment stuff, but Chubby and I took care of our college loans concerns. We're surprisingly on top of everything except for gathering the stuff we want to take with us to college. Our electronics, clothes, and miscellaneous stuff like the Keurig coffee maker and stocking the apartment with food... stuff like that. Mom makes a list of things we want for the apartment as we think of them. Last year was much more nerve-racking because it was all new to us. This year it feels like we're much more in control and therefore there's much less stress. We're excited more than anything else. When we're done with that Robby tells the moms how awesome Chubby and I were as workers for Dickers Landscaping and Design this summer, and we tell the moms what a great boss Robby was. It's a mutual admiration society making everyone, including the moms, feel good. And most of what we say about each other is partly true which makes it all the better. The moms feel relieved we've got our act together and so do we actually. It's reassuring to brainstorm everything and feel confident we've got everything covered. If it weren't for the need to attend classes and study this coming year, college would be perfect. After lunch Robby goes home to get his shit together and Chubby and I do the same. We'll drive to Merrimack tomorrow after brunch. Yeah, our summer vacation feels like it's over for real now as we prepare for going back to college. That's where our focus is now. Robby and I have a sweet lover's date tonight exchanging words of love and compliments passing back and forth between us. That's followed by two memorable sex acts to officially end our summer of coming together closer than ever. We're engaged to be married, more committed and in love with each other than I thought it was possible to be. I don't think the future has ever looked brighter than the way I see it now. Robby finally feels confident and comfortable leading him and me into whatever comes next, and it gives me a warm feeling of being loved and taken care of. I like that a lot. the end... (of Dylan's Summer Vacation Two") Watch for "Dylan's Sophomore Year" coming soon. Thanks for reading! Donny Mumford _thinat20@yahoo.com_ (mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com) Just a reminder, I have had two books published that are available on Amazon that perhaps you would like to order, read and hopefully enjoy.(Actually one book and one short story. Read the short story first). There about 'Oliver'. You can easily find them by searching for 'Donny Mumford' at the Amazon web site. And I would appreciate it if you would provide a comment at the site for the stories as well. Thanks. Donny Mumford Also please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expenses of maintaining this huge story site. Thanks!