Date: Sat, 15 Jun 2013 11:25:43 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 17 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 17 by Donny Mumford Earlier tonight Ryan and I had dinner together and after that we went to Treadwell's for ice cream. Then we played miniature golf, betting a twenty-five cents a hole for lowest score. It went back and forth, but it the end I lost a quarter. We're on our way back to my place now, where we're going to get in bed naked, although Ryan's not spending the night. As he cautiously drives down route 9, I ask him about that, "How come you can't spend the night with me?" He goes, "I'm worried about seeing your mom in the morning. You told her you're gay, so what else would she think if I slept with you except I'm gay too. I'm not ready for that to be common knowledge yet." I shrug, mumbling, "I see your point. Mom won't be getting home before two o'clock in the morning on a Saturday night though, so we have lots of time." He says, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Dylan, but I have a curfew of one o'clock." I say, "Tell me you're teasing! No nineteen year old has to be home by one on a Saturday night." He mutters, "I do, and I'm picking up my new car tomorrow, so I'm not messing with the curfew." I shrug again, but don't push it because a new car rules. But, one in the morning, get real! I've been wearing Ryan's dog collar all evening and not one person commented on it, as far as I could tell nobody even noticed it. Kinda disappointing, ya know? Ryan bought the dog collar a couple of years ago because he was instructed to do so by one of his dominant sex partners. He wore it for that guy and I'm wearing it for Ryan, but the thing is, it looks similar to a man's leather necklace, which is probably why it hasn't come to anyone's attention. Ryan purposely bought this particular dog collar because it looks the most like a necklace of any he could find, except it buckles in the back and no necklace I'm aware of does that. I'm wearing it to work tomorrow and it'll be interesting to see if anyone notices it. Someone eventually has to realize it's a dog collar. Ballsy of me to wear the damn thing, but Ryan asked me to and I feel like being a little wild, so I'll wear it and see what happens. Before dinner Ryan and I had this big discussion about sub/dom play which he claims he can take it or leave it now. And he's referring to him being dominant; he's got no interest in being submissive whatsoever... that ship has sailed. I'm still liking the game though so we'll do some, but Ryan's cutting back on the blatant dominance like he used to use on me because he doesn't want to hurt me. I've got absolutely no problem with that because you don't need to hurt someone physically to be dominant. Ryan inferred he's outgrown the submissive thing and maybe I will some day too, but for now it's still a blast. It's so cool getting in one of those dreamy trances. At my condo Ryan parks carefully at the curb, then says, "Watch the traffic when you're getting out, Dylan," and he's serious, if you can believe that. I suck on my lips to keep from laughing or saying something sarcastic. He looks up and down the sidewalk on his side of the car like he's worried someone on a bicycle might run him down. The cars whiz by on my side, but not close to our car. I get out and shut the door. Ryan's waits for me to walk around the car, then he hits the button on the miracle key to lock the car, and says, "Take my hand," and we walk up the sidewalk hand in hand, and then up the steps. I remember being humiliated walking while holding Willie's hand, but he broke me of that, and now I don't mind it a bit. It's sexy and demonstrates I'm not ashamed of being gay. Apparently Ryan doesn't expect anyone he knows to be in this area so holding my hand is safe for him, his secret is safe for another day. Hell, I didn't come out of the closet until recently so I can't be too critical of Ryan's decision to keep his gayness from his parents. As we're going up the steps he's looking at me, so I ask, "What?" and he says, "Oh, nothing. I'm just looking at your haircut. It amazes me I was able to give you such a good haircut. It looks professional." I say, "Yep, it does. You're what's known as a natural. I was too. Cutting hair seemed obvious to me, how to do it right, I mean." At the top step, he says, "Well, I needed to watch you closely while you cut Rob's hair, which I did this time. The first time I was under the impression cutting hair was easy, but I discovered it's not." With his free hand he runs his fingers through the half- inch hairs on top of my head, and that move leads to our faces coming together for a kiss which turns into a hot, hugging and kissing exhibition on my front stoop. A couple of horns hooted as cars went by down below, but no neighbors came by. Why the drivers were looking up here, instead of the road in front of them, I can't imagine. We finally break the kiss, both of us breathing hard. "This is crazy," Ryan mutters, "Is this normal? We're so hot for each other it seems dangerous somehow." I take a deep breath, then rub the palm of my hand along the side of his face as we stare into each other's eyes. Ryan pushes his glasses up his cute nose as I say, "No, it's a little unusual to have this much heat for each other. It's not something one runs into every day, but I don't think it's dangerous. I told you about pheromones before. Smell creates a chemical reaction that elicits sexual excitement. My body scent might have no effect on one person, or it might be a strong attraction to a little hottie like you. Your pheromones have the same effect on me. It's just luck of the draw to find someone who's attractive to you in a number of ways, and who also has pheromones that sexually excite you. I think that's what's happening with us and I'm thrilled about it. Other boy's scents are appealing to me, but you're is off the charts. It's probably a big factor for us hitting it off immediately once we spent a little time together." Ryan takes my hand again, saying, "Yeah, that must be it. Come on, lets go inside and get in bed." As I'm getting my key out, he adds, "Your personal scent is definitely a turn on for me, but aren't pheromones mostly associated with the animal kingdom? I'm sure I learned that in some class in high school." I go, "Yeah, very prevalent in the animal kingdom, but in certain humans pheromones can play a big part in sexual attraction too, and apparently we're two of those humans. I'm no expert though, so who really knows." Inside we do another long kiss, then Ryan stretches the neck of my tee-shirt and sucks on my hickey putting me into a mild trance that's not unlike vampires apparently can do while drinking your blood. Giving hickeys approximates that, I guess. When Ryan's sucked on my hickey enough to satisfy him, he says, "It's not fair of me to deprive you of enjoying being submissive. I don't want to be that guy; the know it all guy." I say, "You're not that guy, Ryan, you're just looking out for me and I like that." He grins, "Yeah, I noticed that about you. Maybe you'll get a bad case of the flu this winter and I'll need to nurse you back to health." I go, "Damn, that's reason enough to catch the flu right there." Then I remember Robby's and my discussion about maybe asking Ryan to join us at the Royal Crest apartments in the fall. I go, "If we can rent a three bedroom apartment near Merrimack for our Sophomore year would you be interested in joining us instead of living at the dorm?" Ryan does his fast head nod up and down, very excited, "Do you mean it?" I go, Of course I do." He asks, "What about Rob and Chubby?" I shrug, "It means we each pay a little less rent, and everyone will go for that, plus Chubby will still have a room to himself, and you saw Robby earlier today; he's still kinda has the hot's for you so I'm sure he'll agree." Ryan hugs me, "That would be fabulous Dylan, we'd get to sleep together, right?" I go, "Sure, but we'll probably take turns with Rob." "Oh my God, I hope we can find a three bedroom apartment, I'd love to live with you guys. Like I always say, you changed my life so much for the better that it's mind boggling." I mumble, "That's me alright, a life changer for the better. It's my mission in life." He chuckles, "Well, mission or not, that's what you and Rob have done for me." We walk into my bedroom where Ryan looks in the mirror over my bureau admiring his flattop, "This looks cool, don't ya think?" I hug him from behind and rub my nose in the hairs on top of his head, saying, "Yeah it does, especially on you. And you smell good too." Even being fully clothed, just hugging him and smelling him, with my crotch plastered against his ass, gets my dick to bone up. He feels it, "Ah ha, my pheromones have captured you again. Do you want to kiss my ass and lick my asshole?" I ask, "Do you want to do that to me?" He goes, "No, but you can do it to me if you ask real sweetly, ha ha." I go, "Pretty please can I lick your asshole and suck your big cock?" He says, "If you're a good boy for me, you can." I ask, "How can I be a good boy for you?" and he says, "You get undressed, except for your dog collar, it's not mine anymore, by the way... it's yours now and you'll wear it to work. When you get undressed you suck my big cock into a nice hard boner and I'll fuck your ass awhile and then you'll undress me and when we get in bed you can kiss my ass and make love to my asshole, then suck on my boner a little more and then I'll fuck a hard climax out of you. How's that sound?" I go, "Perfect, it's the perfect scenario," and I pull off my tee-shirt, kick off sandals, and pull my pants down, then my underwear; it's actually Ryan's underwear. Lastly, I step out of my shorts and spread my arm, going, "Ta da, I'm naked for you, Ryan." He smiles, rubbing his hands over my body, muttering, "The shaved pubes looks awesome," as he cups my nuts, but doesn't squeeze. My cock's fairly hard already. Ryan rubs my chest and down low on my belly giving me shivers. He says, "You won't like my choice of words, but I'm in charge so I can say them; you're beautiful, Dylan. Oh sure you're as cute as it's possible for someone to be, but your face and body are beautiful too. You're like a piece of exquisite art." I ask, "Do you know what hyperbole is, by any chance?" He says, "Why yes I do, but that wasn't hyperbole, what I said were facts: you're my beautiful boyfriend and I'm never letting you get away from me. How do you like that?" He rubs my shoulders, then his hand slowly and lightly rub down my torso. He goes down on his knees to put two hands around my right leg way up at the top of my thigh with his knuckles against my nuts, and drag his hands down encircling as much of my leg as his hands can cover. Down my thigh and over my knee to my calf and down to my ankle leaving my leg tingly. Then the same with the other leg and I feel the submissive sensation invading my brain like a fog rolling slowing in from the bay. There's no sound in the room and his touching becomes hypnotic. He takes my cock in his mouth and sucks it sorta like he kisses and it's all I can do to keep from moaning. I manage not to because I don't want to break the silence. The only thing I hear is the wet mouth sound of Ryan sucking my cock. He takes it in his throat and when it comes out, dripping with his pure saliva, it stands straight out from my body throbbing with a pearl of precum balanced at my pee slit. Then a long suppressed moan comes from me quietly, "Ooooooooh, mmmmmmm, ooooh, Ryan." He stands licking his lips, and whispers, "Do what I told you to do now." Instead I put my arms around his neck with feelings of love for him overtaking me. My face next to his, inhaling his scent until I'm dizzy. Finally he quietly says, "I feel the same way about you, Dylan. Ain't it scary sometimes?" I nod my head that I agree as my cheek rubs against his. He's hugging me, and after a bit he turns his head and kisses the side of my face, murmuring, "Do what I told you to do." I reluctantly take my arms from around his neck and kiss his face here and there a few times making him grin, then I slowly go down on my knees, in a pleasant submissive haze, and pull down his zipper, then fish around through the slit in his boxers, realizing that they're my boxer underwear. We put on each other's underwear after our sexy three-way earlier today and that gets me shuddering knowing I wore his underwear all afternoon and wishing I'd remembered that sooner so I could enjoy the sexiness of my ass and cock nestled where his privates had been earlier in the day. Using two fingers I pull his firm cock out, and then his balls, and put my nose on his scrotum to inhale his musky odor from being confined in underwear all this time. His cock's been up my ass twice today already, but that doesn't bother me. I kiss his cock and then lick all over it, then his nuts. Finally I suck the head of his cock into my mouth and tongue it while sucking on it like a lollipop. As Ryan lets air out between his lips as I feel his cock thickening and getting hard in my mouth. He's constantly running his fingers across my short burr haircut because he told me he loves the feel of my hair cut this short. Nothing new there, but why my boyfriends like my hair so short is another mystery to me. Willie kept my hair very short to remind me I'm submissive to him, but Ryan and Robby haven't given me an explanation other than they like the way it feels. It's probably as simple as that. I'm getting precum drools from his cock now. Taking as much of his almost eight inch cock into my mouth that I can manage, Ryan moans, "Mmmmmm." His cock is almost eight inches when it's this hard, but a little over seven inches in a normal state of limpness. Ryan's grunting now, then says, "That's good, Dylan. Get on all fours now." I do that while stroking my leaking boner and moaning quietly at the pleasure I got from sucking his cock; it's so intimate, so personal and so enjoyable I could do it until he cums in my mouth every time. That might curtail him fucking me so often though, so I pull off when told to. Ryan lets out the breath he must have been holding for awhile now, as it's a long exhale. He's obviously changing the plan he laid out for me not too long ago. When I'm on all fours he straddles my legs, bending his, and leans over resting his thin chest on my back and presses the head of his cock against my asshole, then humps it inside me with him going, "Ohhh," and me moaning, "Aaaaah." His hands cup my shoulders and he's steadily pushing his long fat boner up my ass breathing raspy, quick breaths against the back of my neck; it's so sexy and hot I shiver and shudder. Lying on my back, his boner way up my ass, he says in my ear, "I love your ass," then asks, "Who's your favorite boyfriend of all time?" I squeak out, "You are, Ryan." He kisses the side of my head, then mumbles, "Remember that no matter who you're with," and withdraws his long fat boner until the swollen head of his cock is pulling the lips of my anus outward. I squeeze my sphincter muscle to keep him inside me as I whimper pathetically, murmuring his name. Or maybe I'm just saying his name in my head. My sexual arousal is as high as it's ever been as his thin body squirms on my back while he smoothly pushes his long boner back up my ass with me letting out a long moan of desire, "Ooooooooh, ummmmmmm, ahhhh." Ryan starts fucking me slowly at first, but each thrust and withdrawal is a little faster than the one before it and the thrusts up my ass are a little harder each time until my body is rocking on my hands and knees and my moans never stop, a constant, "Ooh, aaah, mmm, umm, Ryan fuck my ass harder...." He's grunting now lifting his chest off my back and gripping my hips to pile-drive his engorged cock back and forth in my rectum making the slightly wet, slapping sound of his body slamming into my ass, flesh against flesh, "Smack, smack, smack, smack!" No other sound is like the sound of boys doing anal sex, it's my favorite sound. Ryan's groaning now with each thrust from the effort he's exerting to pound my ass, fucking me hard, the way I like it. My orgasm builds with the sizzling, buzzing sensation so large they're overwhelming my brain and reducing me to desperate moans and whines of intense sexual pleasure; it's like no other pleasure on earth. My cock has been sticking straight out from my body, dripping precum from the moment it came out of his throat. It's pulsating and throbbing with wonderful sensations of delight, and my balls have become hard tight ball-bearings. They're so packed with cum they need to empty their loads or burst, and as I buck like a bucking bronco from the enormous build-up that only a impending climax can produce, my cock spurts cum. Then relief is accompanied by the otherworldly sexual sensation of climactic orgasm with cum streaming from my nuts up the shaft of my boner and out a wide-open pee slit to splash off my bedroom floor spraying my thighs as I squeal, "Eeeeeeeee," and three more fast moving shots of cum have my balls dancing in their sack and my boner moving on its own. My body shudders uncontrollably as my arms bend and my forehead rest on the floor with me automatically lifting my ass so Ryan can plow downward with his awesome steel cock. Ryan, wild with desire now, hammers his boner into my happy rectum with abandon and making noises of desperation similar to mine three minutes ago. My orgasm is still vibrating my insides even though my body's limp. I'm gasping for air, but feeling oh so fine. Ryan grunts, "Tighten your ass muscles," so I concentrate on that and, with groans like he's in pain, he slams into me one last time and lays on my back whimpering as he does short, hard humps filling my ass with his load of cum. It's very squishy in my rectum, but I continue tightening every muscle in my ass as long as Ryan continues his little hard humps, then he just lays on me limply as I slowly lay flat in my cum on the floor, relaxing now and soon breathing normally while savoring the after-effects of orgasm. Ryan's scent and the feel of his body are so nice. He quietly moans laying fully on me coming quickly down off the mountain peak of extreme sexual pleasure. There's nothing like climaxing, especially for those of us with freakishly high sex drives. Everyone enjoys climaxing, but some of us are luckier than others. Two minutes or so and Ryan's breathing regularly again. He quietly says, "I thought I was going to pass out when my orgasm hit me, it was an awesome thing. I once thought my orgasms from being submissive were huge. Ha, was I ever wrong. They were all I knew at the time, so I misread them." He lays the side of his face on my shoulder, giggles, and says, "You screeched like a banshee when you poured your cum load on the floor. It almost made me laugh and I would have except I was occupied with fucking you at the time. Nothing beats that." I mutter, "Good to know you got your priorities straight, and it wasn't a screech, it was a squeal." He says, "I want to lay on you like this, with my cock snugly up your ass, for a week." I go, "You'll get no argument from me." He rubs my hair again, muttering, "What a great haircut," and I chuckle, saying, "It's only the best home haircut ever given," and he goes, "The best I ever saw on your head," and I go, "Yes, but can you repeat it? That's the question." It's funny that he's so taken with his haircutting skill, it's like it's the surprise of his life. I say, "It's not only the best home haircut I've ever had, it's the fastest one I ever got too." He asks, "Do I do it too fast?" I go, "Don't fix what isn't broken. Do the next one the same way you did this one." Then a non-sequitur from Ryan, "Do you miss getting spanked?" I go, "Nope, not that getting spanked bothers me by now; I've been spanked by you dominant types enough that I'm used to it. I liked laying across your lap though. You know, like you used to have me do it." He goes, "Yeah, that was sexy. It gave me a boner spanking you, but you give me a boner kissing me so we don't need the spankings anymore." We're quiet for a little while, then Ryan sighs and pulls his cock out of my ass and rolls off me to lay beside me with his arm across my back. He asks the same question he asked me earlier. In a quiet voice, he goes, "Who's your favorite boyfriend of all time, Dylan?" I go, "You are, Ryan, I already told you that." He says, "Yeah, but I like hearing you say it. I can't hardly believe it, but it's magical music to my ears just the same." I ask, "Who's your favorite boyfriend?" He say, "Rob, of course," then he laughs, adding, "It's you, silly. I love you a stupid amount. I'm totally infatuated with you. I love every single thing about you and I'd do anything for you." I go, "How 'bout rimming my ass?" He mumbles, "Everything except that," and I go, "Ha! So you won't do anything, you'll do anything that you like doing." He laughs, saying, "That's it exactly," and he nuzzles the side of my face giving me a kiss, then sticks his tongue in my ear licking all around, then fills my ear with spit. He says, "Things like that is what I like to do with you. Actually, I'd like to eat you up because you're so cute." I mutter, "Hey, I'm beautiful." He sits up, saying, "Come on beautiful, let's take a shower together in your tiny shower stall." I sit up and get my arm around his neck pulling his face against mine, his eyeglasses all askew, as I ask him, with my lips moving against his, "Are you dissing my shower stall?" We kiss a long sweet kiss of love. Then, with his lips moving against mine, he says, "No, I love your small shower stall because our bodies are always touching in there." Another kiss, a hot sexy kiss this time causing me to grope my flaccid dick, which firms up some as the kiss goes on. It leaves us both breathless, hugging each other, "I love you so much, Dylan." The sides of our faces move together as I mutter, "Not as much as I love you, Ryan." Then, taking charge, Ryan stands and, taking my hand to help me up, he leads me into my bathroom with me wishing he was leading me there by my dick, like he does at times. I get the shower water just right as I'm thinking how glad I am I cleaned my bathroom yesterday. Ryan takes off my dog collar; now it's mine for good. Then we step into the shower stall and slowly shampoo each other's hair without talking, the only sound is the water cascading down on us. Like Ryan said, our bodies pretty much are in constant contact and the longer we go without talking the dreamier it becomes under the warm water with Ryan's bare hand, the wash cloth in his other hand, both rubbing over my skin. He washes my body slowly with lots of nice smelling bath gel. He gives special attention to my ass, balls, and cock, first using a washcloth and then just his soapy hands to massage my cock into another boner. It's not a tight one, but it feels real good anyway. Then, on his knees he washes down my leg and when he tugs gently upward on my ankle I lift my foot and he washes it with soapy hands. It's very sexy so maybe Chubby has something with that foot fetish of his. Ryan washes my other leg and foot the same way, then he strokes my cock some more with an extra soapy hand getting me blowing air out between my lips and going up on my toes from the sexy sensations coming from my boner and others twirling around my groin. When my boner's very hard, Ryan stands and I wash him like he washed me. When I'm done with that his boner is back to almost eight inches. He turns me around awkwardly in our tight quarters and pushes his cock up my ass with me bending my knees so he can get all of it up inside me. We both quietly moan with the pleasure associated with this sexual act. We haven't said a word for fifteen minutes, we're clean and rinsed of soap as the water continues to pour down on us. Ryan wraps his arms around my stomach and fucks be steadily until the water loses it's warmth. By then I'm again going up on my toes with each penetration, quietly murmuring, "Mmmm, aaaah," with every thrust up my ass. Ryan pulls out his cock with a low moan escaping his throat, takes my cock in his fist and leads me out of the shower. He turns me around so I can turn off the faucet, then slides his cock back up my ass. I bend over and grab the rim of the sink as he grabs my hips and fucks me silently for another five minutes with the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the tile bathroom, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," with my "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh," echoing along with the skin against skin slapping sounds of anal sex. He cums first, a small wetness in my rectum. Feeling that I stroke my cock and when three small squirts of watery cum shoot out, I make the loudest sound either of us has heard for a half hour or so, "Aaaaah, ooh, ooh, mmmmm, ooh yeah, Ryan." He pulls his cock out and I straighten-up and turn to Ryan, who's red in the face, smiling and breathing hard. He mumbles, "I gotta do all the work here, ya know." I hug him, unable to speak just yet. I just want to feel his body against mine. We're partially air-dried but finish the job drying each other with clean towels. He buckles my dog collar a little to tightly around my neck, but the thought to complain is far from my mind. Hand in hand he leads me to my bed and we get in with Ryan wrapping me in his arms. I start to tell him how good this feels, but he goes, "Shhhh," so I don't. I'm totally relaxed in his arms, soon used to the tight dog collar. I'm guessing he put it on me too tightly on purpose because it keeps me in a submissive, very docile frame of mind; submissive and docile to Ryan. I snuggle in against him as he adjusts his position slightly so we're touching with as much of our bodies together as possible. My head's under his chin; so he moves his head in order to do little, light, loving kisses on the side of my forehead. I'm so relaxed and so in love I sigh, then take a deep breath. He moves his nose slowly in my short hairs, then sighs himself and gives me a tight hug. We lay like this for quite sometime before Ryan moves my head so I'm facing him and he kisses me on the lips gently. We suck on each others mouths slowly as our tongues moves against each other in a soft slow manner. He does his licks up the front of my nose with lots of saliva then and I inhale it and cough, then he does it twice more with Ryan raising his eyebrows indicating I should inhale again, as I do and swallow his spit. He nods his head slightly and we go back to cuddling with me smelling all Ryan, nothing else but Ryan, and I'm loving it. He's a natural lover doing things just right, as far as I'm concerned. Someone else might think Ryan does everything wrong, but it just so happens it's perfect for me. Another coincidence, although we've been together enough sexually that Ryan's gleaned the things that work from all the different types of sex, both dominant and lover's varieties, so it's experience too, not all coincidence. Whatever the reasons, it works for me and Ryan. We cuddle doing a soft make-out and enjoying each other's naked clean bodies for over an hour. Ryan finally says quietly, "Dylan, I love you and wish we lived together, but since we don't, I reluctantly need to leave. Please don't make it harder for me to do that than it already is." I say, "I won't, Ryan. This was a wonderful day with you. I loved every second of it, and thank you again for my great haircut and all the other things you did to make me feel so good." He kisses me, mumbling, "No, it's me who should thank you. No one in my life has ever made me feel important and loved like you do and I really appreciate that more than I can say. He kisses me, then says, "Come on, we'll get up together." Smiling at each other, that's what we do. Both our cocks are listing to the side, fairly firm; mine's been like this for the whole hour we cuddled. Ryan puts his glasses on and from habit pushes them up his little nose as I grin at how cute he is. Then we get dressed still wearing each other's underwear, and walk into the living room with an arm around each other's waists. At the front door, one last kiss, after which he mumbles, "Can't wait to see you tomorrow. I'll drive over with my new car." I go, "Till then, Ryan, be cool. I love you." He says, "I know you do and you know I love you. Bye," and he's out the door. I watch until he's out of view, then close the door, take a deep breath and wonder, 'What am I going to do? I love Robby and Ryan too much to consider giving either one of them up.' But wait, I don't need to worry about that now, the three of us are okay with our arrangement. Certainly I don't need to waste any time thinking about it now or tomorrow, and maybe I'll never need to. Robby and Ryan are so different, but both fulfill my every need where love and sex is concerned, and it's fun being with both of them, too. Friends and lovers, that's what we are. I gotta wonder if I'm emulating Ryan again because I don't think I'm interested in side sex, nobody other than Rob and Ryan. Hmmm, I'll bet it's Rob who's Ryan's side sex, as I'm definitely his main boyfriend. I just know that. What I'm not sure of is who's my main boyfriend. For now I'll say they're both my main boyfriend although that sorta side-steps the concept of a main boyfriend and side sex, but I don't care. I get a Coke and drink it on the balcony smoking a cigarette and thinking about Ryan. He and I are seemingly perfect for each other, but then that's what Robby and I say about him and me. We feel we're perfect for each other, too. Then I wonder how Robby and Travis' date tonight turned out. It's quarter to one in the morning, but I text Robby,'Hi boyfriend. Hope you had a good time tonight. Come over for brunch tomorrow. Love, Dylan' It makes me feel good that I sent that text and maybe that's because I'm experiencing a tiny guilty conscience professing undying love to Ryan. Gee, touching my dog collar, I wonder how deeply committed to Ryan I actually am. I'd say it's pretty damn deep alright, but it's how I really feel so no sense trying to fooling myself about that. It's very serious the way Ryan and I are committed to each other so I can't take that lightly. It's spectacular being in love with two boys, but it's not without its problems. So far the problems are just in my head and not affecting Ryan or Robby. Hmmm, there's no way Robby loves Ryan nearly as much as I do, and the same for the way Ryan loves Rob, compared to his love for me. So, I'm the only one of us three with this dicey problem. Those two concentrate their main love affair with me and that puts me squarely in the middle of the problem, if it is a problem. Sure it's a problem, but not for now. I told myself that five minutes ago, fer chrissakes! So why am I still pondering it? Jeez, Dylan, lighten up! Since I'm on the balcony alone I try flicking my cigarette expecting a perfect flick since no one's here to see it, but it comes backward off my tee-shirt. I laugh at myself and kick the butt over the balcony and go in to get undressed for bed. After brushing my teeth and then taking a pee, I put on pajama bottoms and get in bed to smell my pillow. Yep, there's Ryan's distinctive scent. That's awesome! I fall asleep pretty fast, with a smile on my lips. What a fabulous day this Saturday turned out to be. It's ten o'clock Sunday morning when I open my eyes and see sunlight shining in through my bedroom window. Rolling over in bed, I pick up my cell phone to check for texts. One from Chubby: 'Bro, see you about eleven o'clock to get stuff for brunch. Your little brother, Chubby' and one from Connor early this morning:'Miss you, Dylan. Hope you're having a good summer. Dodger and me are homesick, but hangin' in there. You know I love ya, right? Connor' That's sweet. One from Dodger: 'No need to ask if you miss me 'cause obviously you do. Pls call Vinnie about his haircut. He's shy about calling you. I get leave in less than seven weeks so hold on and I'll take care of you then. Luv ya, Dodger' What a hot shit. Hope I can get everyone to see their way through to letting me and soldier boy get it on. There's one from Robby too: 'Dylan, I got your text this morning. Was in my bed sleeping when you sent it last night. Love to have brunch with my boyfriend, I'll be there. Love, Robby." Man, I can't let Robby down, I love that boy! And one from my other boyfriend: 'Dylan, on my way with dad to get my Mini. Last night was perfect, like you. I'll text you when I'm home. I love you, Ryan.' I can't let him down either! Damn, this is both a beautiful situation I'm in and a very confusing one as well. I'll think of something though, somehow. I text Vinnie: 'Vinnie, you're due for a haircut. Don't even think about anyone touching your hair but me. Any kind of haircut you want, too. Text me back. Your friend, Dylan.' Gotta keep Dodger happy. Okay, time to get out of bed, but first I smell my pillow again and get disappointed that Ryan's scent has flown the coop. I do my bathroom stuff, then get dressed and skip up to Chubby's condo directly above ours. Letting myself in with the spare key in their mailbox (no one would ever think to look there), I walk into Chubby's bedroom and hear his shower. Snooping around his bureau I see his wallet and look inside. Jesus, he's got about two hundred dollars in twenty dollar bills. They must be burning a hole in his pocket. What I'm looking for is the picture of our dad that Chubby always carries with him. Ooops, a packet with a condom drops out, hee hee. Good, he better use a condom going up a vagina, who knows what germs are brewing up there. Ah, here's our dad's picture. Man, does he look young! He's cute, too. I wonder what he'd have looked like nineteen years later? Hmm, he'd be thirty-six years old. Man, dying at age seventeen, what an unfair bitch that is and I get tears in my eyes thinking about that, 'cuz I'm too emotional. Look at that cute grin on dad's face and he's got Chubby's and my hairline, straight across our foreheads... or, rather, we have his hairline, that would be more accurate. That's Chubby's and my nose too; I knew it! Still, I gotta admit with his skin tone I guess Chubby does look more like dad than me. My mom's real cute and she has light coloring so her genes contributed to how I look, which I'm happy to say many boys think is uber cute. I never thought about it until I realized I was gay, but since then my looks have come in handy. I look up from the picture to the mirror over Chubby's bureau. Hmmm, if I'm honest about it, I gotta agree with my boyfriends. Running my fingers over my short burr haircut, I'm thinking, 'I guess it does make me look a little tough', this short haircut I mean. A little tough look to go with my cute features... thanks mom and dad. Staring at the picture again I wonder what it would have been like to have a father. And that's not to say my mom hasn't been a wonderful caring mom because she has. She's awesome. Still, it would have been cool having a cool dad like he was. Both Tris and mom say he was soooo cool and he looks like it, too. The shower turns off so I put the condom and the picture back where they were and drop Chubby's wallet in the clutter on top of his bureau and saunter over to sit in his desk chair. Hope Chubby comes out naked, hee hee. Wait a minute, I just got a nefarious idea. Sliding under his bed, I wait my chance to scare the shit out of him. Chubby comes out with a towel around his neck, but bare assed except for that. He's brushing his burr haircut back getting it to stand up. He turns on his CD player and I hear 'The Counting Crows' singing, 'Round Here' from their CD titled, 'August and Everything After'. Lead singer and song writer Adam Duritz is so awesome. Their songs are a kind of mellow slow emotional rock, although they can really rock out, too. Lots of words in his songs, not like some rock groups who repeat the same catch phrase over and over and over, it's so boring. This CD's been out for seven or eight years which is how long I've liked it. Chubby starts singing with the song when Adam sings, 'Round here nobody makes us wait, round here we stay up very, very, very, very, very late,' but Chubby sings one too many 'very' throwing him off and he mumbles, "Fuck, it's five 'verys' not six. I bite my knuckle to keep from laughing. Chubby walks around trying to find some clean clothes to wear. I did our wash a week ago, but Chubby's not as conscientious with that as I am. He plays with his four-plus inch cock, muttering something before choosing shorts and a T-shirt, and then comes over to his unmade bed to put them on. I reach out and grab his ankle yelling real loud and Chubby shrieks a high-pitched shriek that has me in hysterical laughter as he yells, "Big brothers do not scare their little brothers shitless!" I can't stop laughing and he reaches under and drags me out from under the bed by my ankles giggling himself, saying, "You will not talk about this little incident to anyone. That shriek is my secret!" I try catching my breath, then ask, "When was the last time you dusted under your bed?" He goes, "I do it every Labor Day in honor of hard labor, why?" Standing up I'm brushing the dust off my clothes while Chubby's saying, "Guess who gets the last laugh, dusty?" I go, "Gawd, look at these dust bunnies!" He rubs my hair, asking, "Did you go to the barbers?" I go, "Certainly not, I'm not paying nineteen dollars for a haircut that will suck when it's done." He says, "No way Robby gave you that haircut, it looks as good as mine." I say, "I wouldn't go that far, but Ryan cut my hair and he did a good job for once." Chubby looks surprised, mumbling, "Ah, your other boyfriend. Is that still working out?" I go, "Of course, we're mature so we know about compromise." He looks at my dog collar, "What the hell are you wearing around your neck, Dylan?" I go, "What do you think? It's a dog collar of course." He's like, "A dog collar? It looks like a leather necklace. Is that leather?" I say, "Yeah, it's real soft. Maybe I'll get a pendant to hang off it, sorta like a dog's tag with my name and address in case I get lost, ya know?" Chubby laughs, "You're such an original, you make me laugh. I guess it's kinda cool looking at that, but it looks too tight." I go, "That's because it's more stylish that way, it's a statement that I'm an individual." Chubby goes, "Uh huh. What are we gonna do about brunch?" I ask, "Aren't you going to put some clothes on first?" Chubby's like, "I was giving my big brother a thrill, but I'll get dressed now." I'm still brushing dust bunnies from my clothes, as I ask, "Where's my hug?" Naked, he comes right over to give me a hug. I give his cheek a sloppy kiss, mumbling, "That's better," then I tell him, "Robby's joining us again for brunch." Chubby says, "Great, but what should we fix?" I say, "Let's check our refrigerators." When he's dressed we look in his refrigerator and find a dozen eggs and sliced Virginia ham. "That's left over from the ham and cheese sandwiches I made for our lunch." I ask, "You got cheese?" He says, "Yeah, but it's Swiss," and I'm like, "Scramble the eggs and we'll cut up this ham and cheese to mix in. We need English muffins and home fries." Chubby doesn't have potatoes so we check my refrigerator and find red bliss potatoes and a red onion. Chubby says, "We still need cinnamon buns," and I go, "Yeah, they make the kitchen smell good. Let's go get the Pillsbury ones that we bake, and a honeydew melon with strawberries." He says, "Trying to impress your boyfriend by any chance?" I go, "Yep, and my little brother too." We drive to Stop & Shop and get what we need, adding blueberries that we'll include with the cut-up melon and strawberries, mostly for color. Chubby insists on paying. When we get back Robby's sitting on my front stoop. I ask, "Ya been here long, Robby?" and we do a hello kiss, which Chubby doesn't even bother to respond to any more,as Robby and me kissing has become normal accepted behavior. He says, "No, maybe five minutes. I didn't want to ring your bell because I saw the Jeep was gone and didn't want to wake your mom." I rub his shoulder grinning at him, muttering, "You're so nice, Robby," and I kiss him again. Chubby asks, "Your condo or mine?" I answer, "I guess yours because you have the coffee maker," and we go up the steps to Chubby's condo with Robby and me bumping into each other and him squeezing the back of my neck affectionately. Robby looks so bright and cute today. I want to ask how it went with Travis last night, but of course I don't. We prepare the food with Robby mostly just watching. Everyone's chatty and in a good mood. We decide to drive to Pawtucket, Rhode Island after brunch to use free tickets Chubby has to see a Paw Sox game. Chubby saw them play a couple of weeks ago and said it was fun. It's a sunny day and perfect for baseball. I text Ryan: 'Ya wanna see the Paw Sox play this afternoon? Rob, Chubby, and me are going.' No immediate reply. Both moms magically show up just as the scrambled eggs, ham, cheese, with a little onion, are going in the frying pan. The kitchen smells awesome because of the baked cinnamon buns. My mom gives me a hug and a kiss, then says, "I like your new necklace, honey. Is it suppose to look like a dog collar?" I say, "Yeah, cool isn't it?" Tris says, "It's very unusual, Dylan, but you're always styling something new." I go, "Yeah, I try to stay up with the latest cool trends." Robby asks, "Dog collar necklaces are the latest?" I mutter, "I'm starting the trend actually." Both moms make a fuss over Robby as I'm realizing that a lot of people, of all ages apparently, are unaware of the sub/dom dynamic. Tris asks Chubby, "Jeffrey, why don't you have a dog collar necklace?" He goes, "This is the first I've heard of it, and you know my philosophy: give me ambiguity or give me something else." The moms exchange glances, then chuckle with my mom saying, "That clears it up for us, Chubby." The brunch is awesome and the hash brown potatoes that Chubby decided on finally, are the main hit, along with the cinnamon buns, of course. Coffee and pink grapefruit juice complete the brunch. Afterwards the moms clean up and us boys go down to my condo and out on the balcony for cigarettes. A text come in as I'm lighting my cigarette. I check my iPhone: 'Dylan, I'm on my way over. I'll drive to the game. Love Ryan.' So I tell the guys Ryan's coming too and that he got a new car. Robby says, "Oh yeah, did he get the Mini Cooper convertible?" I confirm that he did and that he wants to drive to the game, so Chubby goes, "A Mini Cooper? That's cool, but can four people fit in that thing?" I'm like, "It has a back seat, but it's tight and, um, Ryan is kinda a cautious driver. That's just an FYI, if he drives." Robby says, "There's nothing wrong with being cautious, not with the nutty drivers we have around here." Chubby exhales some smoke, muttering, "Tight back seat, cautious driver, whatever, I'm happy not to drive." So it's settled. About twenty minutes later, Ryan calls my cell to say he and his new car are at the curb so I grab my sunglasses, Chubby gets his, Robby grumbles that he forgot to bring sunglasses, and we all go out to inspect the new car. Ryan and I kiss hello, then Rob and Ryan do the same without comment from Chubby, as he's enthralled with the car. It's more awesome than I expected: pepper white exterior with polar beige interior, that looks like pale gray to me. Cool dashboard with the gear shift between the front bucket seats. Nobody's getting laid in this car though and that's because it's too small, but it's a beauty. We compliment Ryan, calling him lucky to have rich parents. He's blushing agreeing with us. He says, "My dad says it's an early present for graduating college." Chubby mutters, "I'll say it's early." We flip coins to see who gets to ride shotgun and Robby wins, so Chubby and I squeeze in my back. Not much leg room back here, but the front bucket seats look very comfortable. We drive first to an ATM machine so Robby can get twenty bucks. Ryan gets out with him and when they come back they're both chuckling. Ryan tells Chubby and me: "Oh my God, the guy in front of us at the ATM asked Rob and me if we'd help him. He can't get his card to work. We tried it, but nothing happened and then Rob tries his card and it worked. The old guy told us he's been having trouble with the card so he rubbed the strip on the back of the card with a magnet and now the card won't work at all. Chubby goes, "Yeah, and that guy's vote counts just like a brainiac's vote." As we pull away from the ATM I ask Chubby, "What did you mean by that thing about a brainiac?" Chubby says, "That strip is made up of magnetic particles; a magnet scrambles them, brainiac." I go, "I knew that." Ryan turns an hour's drive into a somewhat longer experience, but no one complains because riding in a convertible on a summer day with the sun out and the temperature in the low eighties is way cool. There's a line to get in McCoy stadium and in front of us are two cops in street clothes. We know they're cops from hearing them exchange weird experiences. One cop laughs and tells the other about this great spot he found for a speed trap, but every car passing by was doing the speed limit. He felt this was impossible so he called for another cop who drove the route and found a teenager situated a hundred yards before the speed trap with a big sign that read, 'SPEED TRAP AHEAD' and another teenager is a hundred yards further up from the speed trap with another sign. This one read, 'TIPS APPRECIATED' with a bucket full of dollar bills in front of him. Us guys are doing fist bumps in honor of the teenagers, and to their credit the cops thought it was funny too. Inside the stadium we're standing in line for hotdogs with a young kid bitching that he wants cotton candy. The father's calmly saying things like, "Don't yell, Albert," "Be cool, Albert," "Don't ruin the day, Albert," and stuff like that. The lady in the line next to the man with the pain-in-the-ass kid, says, "I'm impressed you're being so patient with Albert." The man points at the kid, and goes, "He's Danny, I'm Albert," and he laughs along with the lady. Chubby gives me a look, then rolls his eyes. McCoy stadium is small compared to Fenway Park, with only a little over ten thousand seats, but every seat has a good view of the field which you can't say about Fenway. Fenway's celebrating it's one hundredth anniversary and most of the seats are small with some behind poles. Hard to believe but true, as they're called obstructed view seats. We have a good time at the ballpark with lots of laughs compliments of Chubby's distorted view of the world, and Ryan naive counter-view. The Paw Sox win, but we leave before the ninth to beat the crowd. Nothing bad happens during the drive back. We split-up back at the condos so Robby and Ryan can get home for their familes' Sunday dinner. Robby tells me, "I'll pick you up at seven-thirty, Dylan. Does that work for you?" I adjust my junk, saying, "Absolutely, Robby, see you then." Ryan frowns, but doesn't comment. The threesome exchanges little kisses goodbye and then Chubby and I go to my condo to make dinner for the moms and us. On my mind is Robby's and my date tonight... oh boy. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Detail at Nifty. Thank you.