Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2013 15:36:23 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 4 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 4 By Donny Mumford Laying in bed with my brain spinning, thinking about the sex I just had with Ryan. It was surreal in some ways, but sexually hot before and after we got in bed. He's a hottie, fer sure. For one thing I'm trying to figure out is how I feel about admitting to Ryan I like when he takes charge, of course I mean when Robby's not with us. Obviously, I like Ryan directing our sex and makes-outs, but after that do I really want him being another Robby? Yeah, I think I do like that; it's just the same as Robby being a little bossy. Not like Willie, that's too much! But if Ryan can be like Robby, why not enjoy my buzzing dick? Okay, that's all good, little Ryan can boss me around a bit; but, what about our over-the-top love affair? That's a concern although I have been upfront about it with Robby. Hmmm, is it a danger to me and Robby's relationship? That's the point. Well, it's not like you can fake emotions, which certainly includes the emotion of love, and the heat Ryan and I generate in each other isn't much different than Robby's and my heat. That gets me reevaluating my feelings for Robby and find that my feelings for him haven't changed at all. They're the same even though now I'm in deep with Ryan too. Yeah, I've got the same hots for Robby he's always claimed he has for me, and the same depth of love for him too. My deep love for Robby is still there, but I again think how strange it is for me to be in love with two boys at the same time and with the heat of sexual attraction almost insanely high in it's intensity for both! Nuts, is what that is; a crazy, nutty situation. Still, that's where I find myself and I'm loving it too, but can it be sustained? Then I worry about Robby with the Dodger situation. I don't think you can be sworn-in and then be sworn-out of the Army. Dodger's an adult as far as the law's concerned so he's in the Army and I might as well accept that. I wonder if Robby telling his parents he's gay had anything to do with Dodger's decision; I mean, Dodger being gay himself and growing up in Robby's shadow. Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's just Vinnie dumping him that made Dodger join the Army, but I still can't believe Vinnie dumped Dodger; that doesn't compute. It could be that Dodger's been considering joining the Army for a while now, and Vinnie dumping him was the last straw. Or maybe.... and I fall asleep in my own cum; cum that Ryan fucked out of me... ahh, Ryan. Next morning I'm real tired because getting to bed late and getting up early tends to make a person tired. I'm grumpy, but Chubby's not, so on average we're okay. At work we find out nothing about the Dodger situation, except that he's not here. Robby's interviewing boys for Dodger's replacement so Derek's in charge and he wants us out on the blacktop in five minutes. I look at Chubby, who doesn't seem negatively affected by Derek's demeanor, so I guess I won't pay attention to it either. Ryan comes running in late, saying, "I overslept. Help me get changed, Dylan." I do that as everyone else wanders out to the blacktop. Like I did last night, I hand Ryan each piece of clothing, this morning it's his uniform, and he puts it on, asking, "Any second thoughts or regrets about last night?" I shake my head, saying, "Not a one, boyfriend, how 'bout you?" He's excited, "Hell no, last night was awesome and I'm looking forward to being like Rob is with you, when he's not with us that is. He's the boss of us twins when it's the three of us doing stuff. It gets more fun being with you every day!" I grin, he's so cute and excited about us that his glasses are fogging up from just talking about it. Like I always say, that boy is a hottie. Ryan puts his street clothes in a locker and we run outside to join our crew. Derek's saying something to Chubby, but he looks up at us and stops talking. He goes, "Your late." Ryan and I shrug, as I check my watch. Derek says, "Rob and I agreed to impose a ten pushup penalty for the first offense. Kindly drop down and give us ten while I tell you what you missed." Ryan and I look at each other, then I look at Derek, asking, "Really?" He goes, "Really, it's Rob's rule and it's written in capital letters at the top of the assignment sheet, if you'd care to look." He's not being obnoxious about it, and Chubby's fighting back a grin at Ryan's and my situation. Ryan quietly says, "Let's just do it," and we drop down to the blacktop to do the pushups with my face blushing, feeling foolish doing this in front of Chubby and the other crews, who watch. As we do the first one, Derek says, "Call out the number for each pushup." Ryan and I say, "One," and Derek's like, "Call it out so everyone can hear you," and it occurs to me this is just the kind of 'team' thing Robby would fall back on from his baseball experience. Ryan and I yell out, "Two!" as Derek says, "I was telling your teammate, who's on time, that today's the first day everyone's supposed to bring your lunch. If you remembered to do that there's a cooler for our crew at the assignment desk and you need to put your lunch in it and the same for drinks. We'll have plenty of water for drinking on the job sites, but if you want something besides water you'll need to bring it yourself. Ryan and I are up to, "Six!" as I look at Ryan and can tell by the look on his face that he forgot about the lunch too. As we shout, "Seven!" Derek says, "The supervisor's boss expects that some of you knuckleheads will forget, so for today only we'll have sandwiches from our vending area in the cooler for those who forgot to bring their lunch. Ryan and I shout, "Ten," and we get up awkwardly with red faces. Ryan whispers, "Sorry I made you late." I go, "It's no problem, were cool." Derek goes on to tell us what we already heard from Robby yesterday afternoon, "Today's schedule consists of only quick single homes, so even though we're one man down we'll be able to handle it. Okay, now get the equipment on the truck. Dylan you'll ride up front with me." The way he said that sounded firm so I don't argue as I glance at Ryan, who's frowning his disappointment. I recognize another thing we have in common: Ryan pouts like me and he keeps it going the whole time we're loading the equipment. Before I get in the cab of the truck, I say, "Chubby, look out for Ryan while we're driving over there, okay." He goes, "Aw, that sweet, you're worried about your twin." I squeeze the back of his neck, smiling and muttering, Thanks," because I know my brother will look out for my twin. Derek looks out the rear window and Chubby gives him a thumbs-up that everything's secure, including him and Ryan. Derek pulls out of the parking lot and we're on our way. He says to me, "Rob dropped a bombshell on me this morning during our meeting. He says you and him are boyfriends, as in gay boyfriends." I go, "That's right," and I may have sounded a little challenging when I said it. Derek looks over at me, and goes, "Hey, it don't matter to me, I've got a gay bud as one of my best friends. I only mentioned you and Rob in the first place because he wanted you to know he told me." I go, "Oh, okay, thanks for telling me. Did he say anything about Dodger quitting?" Derek asks, "Is that his brother, the kid who quit?" I go, "Uh huh," and he says, "No, that a personal matter. I didn't ask. Rob told me he expects to have a replacement by lunch break." That's all Derek has to say for a few minutes, then he mutters, "You can sit in the back with your friends after our first job, if you want." I guess he realizes I'm not going to warm up to him. Hmmm, Robby mentioned him and me being boyfriends, but left Ryan out of it. He probably left Ryan out of it because Ryan's still in the closet. Apparently Robby felt he should tell Derek we're gay because we're 'out' and so why not tell him, and maybe Robby also wants to show Derek that even though Robby and me are boyfriend I get the same treatment as everyone else and therefore Derek should expect the same even though he's Robby's assistant. That's smart; Robby's intent on being a good supervisor and my hat's off to him. I love that about him: his conscientiousness. Maybe he'll have enough for both of us 'cause sometimes I put things off rather then deal with them right away. Hey, lots of kids do that, it's not just me. Derek's driving to our furthest job away from the company and we'll work our way back so we're close to home base when doing the last job of the day. It's a half hour drive and it gets awkward with the silence between Derek and me, so I ask, "Um, have you ever done this type of work before?" He mumbles, "No," and I babble a little, "Huh, well it's not rocket science, that's for sure, haha. I worked with Robby the summer before last and I didn't have any experience then either, but it's easy to pick up what has to be done." He goes, "Uh huh," and so I quit trying to make small talk. Instead I think about Ryan and Robby, which is always a good way to pass the time. When we arrive at the job site, Derek says to me, "Let's unload the truck," all business, which is fine with me. I jog around to help him with the heavy tailgate and Chubby slides the ramp down. Ryan's over his pout, laughing with Chubby about something Chubby said. I can only imagine how bizarre it was. Nobody can pout long around Chubby; he won't allow it. He ruffles Ryan's hair and the two of them pass the equipment down to me. I ask Chubby, "How come you didn't remind me to bring a lunch?" He goes, "Because you were too grumpy this morning. Didn't you see my brown bag lunch?" I go, "I saw the brown bag, but didn't know what was in it." He says, "What's in it is your lunch and mine, because I gotta take care of my big brother." I smile, and say, "Thanks, little brother, I'll bring our lunch tomorrow." He jumps down from the bed of the truck, saying, "Good idea, we'll alternate," and he gives me a hug. Damn, I love him! We've all got different assignment then yesterday's and we go to it with Derek handling the ride-on mower. The idea is for the rest of us to finish by the time he finishes cutting the grass and bagging the clippings. Ryan and I exchange grins whenever we're in the same area, and after the first lawns been done and we're loading the truck he sneaks a goose in on my ass. We look at each other with desire in our eyes; I guess last night's heat is on us still. I gulp, wanting to kiss him, but instead I squeeze the back of his neck, asking, "How ya doing, hottie?" He mumbles, "Good, sit with me on the ride, okay?" I go, "You bet," and we climb into the truck bed. Chubby's on the other side of the big mower so Ryan holds my hand between his left thigh and my right one as we stare at each other riding to the next job. I've got a boner in my shorts as I hop over the tailgate to help Derek lower it. He mutters, "Thanks, Dylan," and I feel good getting a 'thanks' from the assistant boss. I react well to authority figures. Chubby, not so much. Ryan and I bump against one another while working, whenever we dare. On the third job he and I are on one side of the house while Derek's riding the mower and Chubby's weed whacking along the front edge of the lawn. Ryan says, "Kiss me quickly, Dylan," and I do, thinking I saw movement in the kitchen window as I kissed him. "I think someone saw us kiss, Ryan," as I try licking the sweat left around my lips from Ryan's face. I got it bad for Ryan. He goes, "Oh, shit!" and laughs. Then he shrugs and adds, "Yeah, what the fuck, so there are a couple of gay boys cutting their grass; what do they care." For lunch break Tuesday Derek parks the truck next to a wooded area off the road and then calls Robby to tell him where we are. He comes around to the back of the truck as I hop out to help with the tailgate. When we have it down, he says to Ryan and Chubby, "Pass the cooler down." Derek doesn't smoke, so Chubby asks, "Is it okay if we smoke ?" surprising me he'd even ask. Derek says, "It's okay with me, just don't do it near me. Secondhand smoke kills too." Chubby goes, "That's just propaganda from the spoiled-sports who have a hard-on for smokers." Derek mutters, "Yeah, I guess lung cancer's propaganda too." Chubby's like, "People who have never smoked, and weren't ever near smokers, get lung cancer too." Derek goes, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just don't smoke around me." Chubby's muttering, "Just saying," as he smirks at me. Us three worker bees share a couple of cigarettes, but only when we're away from Derek. Ryan's lipping the filters as badly as I do, except he's not trying to be funny by doing it. It's his awesome full lips that cause him to do wet the filter naturally. Mischievously, Chubby asks him, "You learn that trick from your twin?" Ryan's like, "What trick?" blushing, probably thinking it's a reference to something about sex. Chubby chuckles and pats Ryan's shoulder, muttering, "It's okay, we like spit, don't we Dylan?" Ryan still doesn't get it so I show him the wet filter, and Ryan's like, "What?" so I tell him, "We're just teasing ya." After the cigarettes Ryan gets one of the vending machine sandwiches from the cooler and Chubby gets his brown bag lunch; we all grab a bottle of cold water. Chubby goes, "We gotta remember to bring Snapple or something to drink with lunch. We drink water all the time to stay hydrated, but at lunch I need something different to drink," Ryan says, "Me too, and this sandwich sucks." I give him half of mine. Chubby made us sub sandwiches on rolls with salami, provolone, tomatoes, onions, hot cherry peppers and olive oil with a sprinkle of oregano. He says, "Ya know what they call these subs in Philly?" I guess, "Subs?" and he says, "Of course not, they're called hoagies." Ryan and me say, "Hoagies? Never heard of that." We're done our lunch just as Robby drives up in his pickup. There's a kid in the shotgun seat; obviously Dodger's replacement. They get out of the pickup and Robby waves us down to where Derek's sitting on the cooler, done his lunch. We wander down as Derek's filling Robby in on the morning's work. As we walk up, Robby's give Derek a pat on the back, saying, "Okay, that's perfect," then to us, "Good job this morning; all of you." The new kid's about as tall as Robby, standing next to him with a blank expression on his face, holding his hat at his side. He's not cute, but not awful looking either; maybe hot in an unusual way. A normal face with a normal parted-on-the-side hair style. Brown hair and eyes with a stray blemish here and there; four of them to go with a dozen freckles across his nose, which is slightly too big for the rest of his facial features. Average build with tattoos up his right forearm that aren't cool at all. Chubby and I have cool small tattoos on our left bicep near our shoulder. Like Chubby, Robby, and me, this new kid wears an earring; only one, in his left ear and he's dressed like the rest of us. Robby says, "Guys, this is William Lee Jefferson, do not call him Billy or Billy Lee. I found that out the hard way," and he chuckles looking at Billy Lee, who looks at Robby without changing expression. Robby goes on, "William worked for Frazier Landscaping the last two seasons, but wanted a change of scenery so he applied here. We have an unexpected opening and I'm glad to have him on our team." Then Robby introduces each of us as William does a quick handshake with us as we're introduced. "This is Jeffrey Romero, better known as, Chubby." Chubby reaches out his hand to shake William's hand, saying, "Nice to meet you, Billy Lee," and without missing a beat William says, "Same here, Jeffrey," but without the grin Chubby's showing. Chubby said 'Billy Lee' in a way that was obviously friendly, not challenging. He can get away with saying stuff like that. I can't, but Chubby has that way about him. After the introductions, Robby says, "I'll work with William this afternoon to be sure we do things the same way as they do it at Frazier, and I'll probably learn something from him. Let's get moving now." Robby and William walk back to Robby's pickup without me getting the chance to find out news about Dodger's situation, but Robby doesn't seem despondent like he was yesterday. We climb into the bed of the truck and off we go for a rather easy afternoon's work. At the second afternoon job us worker bees are done the trimming and leaf blowing before Derek's done with the lawn, so there's time for a smoke. As we share a cigarette Chubby's telling Ryan factoids of a dubious nature. I'm glancing over at Robby and William standing near the pickup. Robby's talking on his cell phone and William sees me looking at him. He stares at our group for a couple of seconds, says something to Robby, and wanders towards us. He's one of those kids with a cool way of walking; almost a swagger. Years ago I tried to teach myself to walk cool, but it never worked out for me so I'm stuck with walking normally. When he gets to us, Chubby looks up, and says, "What's up Billy Lee?" and William says, "Just wondering if I could bun a cigarette off you, Jeffrey. We weren't allowed to smoke the last place I worked so I didn't bring my smokes today." Chubby says, "Sure," and holds out his pack, then his lit cigarette for William to light his cigarette from. William smokes cool too, but I'm not sure why that is. Just the way he jerks the cigarette away from his lips after a drag, I guess. He asks, pointing the hand holding the cigarette at Chubby, then me, "You two brothers?" Chubby goes, "We are," and William says, "Yeah, you look alike." I'm wondering how come nobody ever noticed we look alike before? Maybe as we're getting older we're looking more alike then when we were kids, although Tris said we always looked alike. It's the brown/blond thing with the hair and and eyes, plus our different complexions that must throw people off. That, plus everyone knew we weren't brothers, although we were. Robby calls William, who mutters, "The boss is calling, thanks for the cigarette, Jeffrey." Chubby just nods his head with a wry grin on his face as William swaggers back to Robby. They get in the pickup and off they go to the next job. I ask, "What do you make of William, Chubby?" He goes, "Billy Lee? He's cool, no problem. Just not gregarious like me." Ryan asks, "Gregarious?" and gets another squeeze at the back of his neck. He's so innocent at times, so cute too. He pushes his glasses up with his forefinger, saying, "I'm wearing my sunglasses tomorrow." I ask, "Why didn't you wear them yesterday and today?" He shrugs, "I don't know, didn't think of it." Derek's done cutting the grass and now the ride-on mower's on the truck along with all the other equipment, so he calls out, "Lets go. Two more jobs and we're done for the day." He hasn't turned out to be the complete asshole I thought he'd be, but he isn't friendly either. The last two jobs go quickly and we're back at the company building a little after three. After taking everything off the truck and cleaning it, Derek calls us together, and says, "Good job today. I thought you guys were a cub scout troop went I first met you, but you're good workers. I've got a good report for Rob about all three of you. See you in the morning. We got big properties to work tomorrow and I'll be working with you." We mumble, "Thanks, Derek." The three of us wander into the locker room to wash-up and change clothes. Chubby says, "We gotta wash both these uniform tonight, Dylan." I go, "I'll do it Chubby. Um, Ryan you want me to do your's too?" He nods his head up and down real fast, saying, "That's so nice of you, Dylan," then to Chubby, "You got and awesome brother!" Chubby says, "Don't I know it," which naturally has be beaming. I'm a sucker for compliments; just love 'em. When we're in our street clothes I collect Chubby's and Ryan's sweating uniforms and put them in the plastic laundry bag the company supplies for this purpose, and walk outside next to Ryan. He says to me, "You need to come up with a reason for not going to work one morning this week. You know, so you can sleep with me." Damn, just him saying that has me groping my pecker with my free hand. My other hand is holding the end of the laundry bag of dirty uniforms. I say, "I will, Ryan. Count on it, boyfriend," and he smiles bumping his side into me and putting his arm around my waist. We walk a couple of steps like that, then I'm like, "Ryaaan! Your arm." He blushes, saying, "Oh jeez, I'm an idiot, but no one saw us." Smiling at him, I whisper, "I've yearned to kiss you all day. It's awesome working with you 'cause I get to look at you." He mumbles, "Damn, you say the nicest things to me, Dylan. Thanks, and it's right back at ya too." Chubby yells back, "Ya ready, Dylan, " and Ryan says, "Ride home with me, Dylan." And he said it kinda authoritatively, more an order then a request. I can't resist that. I yell to Chubby, "I gotta help Ryan with something. I'll see you at home; your night to make dinner." He goes, "That's cool, see ya later." I go, "Whaddaya wanna do, Ryan?" He says, "First we're going to wait around and connect with our boyfriend," and he puts his arm around my waist, saying, "In the meantime come over here," and he leads me to the alcove. "Bend your head down, Dyan," and his voice is so cool, so confident. I bend down and Ryan kisses me with his excellent lips while scrunching my dick and balls. Not hurting me; it's arousing me, and I get a very hard boner... my arms go around his neck as I moan, "Ooooh, Ryan," into his mouth. His tongue captures mine and he sucks on it getting me squirming in his arms. Ryan rubs the head of my cock and I'm going, "Um, um, um, aaah! I'm going to cum Ryan." He goes back to sucking my tongue and rubbing my boner; his other hands is rubbing his fingers through my hair. Now he stokes my boner the little bit he can through my cargo shorts; it's enough to get me to cum in my pants, going, "Ahhhh,' in my throat. Ryan feels my cum wet through my shorts as another stream of cum shoots from my cock. He takes his mouth away and lifts his fingers to my lips, say quietly, "My second dominant partner use to do this to me, and I liked it... hope you do too." I lick at his fingers and he put them in my mouth; I suck on them, as he says, "He's the one I learned how to kiss the way I do, but I have even better lips than him." He pulls his fingers out, and gets kinda excited like Ryan can get over almost anything, asking, "Did you like it, Dylan?" I'm panting as my arms hug around his neck pulling him into me to kiss his forehead, which is level with my mouth when we're standing straight. I gasp and say, "Yes, Ryan, but now I've got cum soaked underwear and my cargo shorts have a wet spot at my lap." Ryan hugs me back and says, "Pull your tee-shirt out, it'll cover the cum spot. That was awesome, I've been thinking about doing it all day. Did you really like it?" I do Ryan's head nod up and down real fast, and say in his excited way, "Yes, Ryan, it was awesome." He laughs saying, "You're getting more like me every day," and I go, "Good!" Ryan takes my hand and leads me out of the alcove, saying, "We gotta find Rob and find out what's up with his brother." I follow him thinking, 'Willie and Ryan do a lot of the same thing, so it's gotta be from their earlier submissive days when their dominant partners treated then like... we'll, treated them like their girlfriend. I don't mind it with Ryan because I'm positive he's not thinking that, but Willie... I wonder about that. Ryan's truly an innocent who's having the time of his life; me too because I really like his milder form of dominance. With Willie it was different. When we're outside Ryan lets go of my hand, and says, "You're so generous letting me live my dream, better than my dream actually. Believe me, I know you could drop me and have three other gay boys vying for your attention the next day. I appreciate you going along with me on my; um, my attempt to be like Rob when he's not with us. It's so much fun for me, but I know when it's all said and done you're the one who's doing both Rob and me a favor." I say, "That's absolutely not true, I'm the one's who's grateful for you two." Ryan starts to say something, but stops when we hear Robby calling to us, "Over here guys, thanks for sticking around." We look up and there's our boyfriend, so we jog over to him. Robby's looking around, backing-up between two big trucks. The only people still in the building are Robby's parents and maybe a design guy or two in the business side of the office. Robby gets his arm around Ryan's neck first, pulling his head over for a hello kiss that last forever it seems, but it's probably ten seconds or so. Ryan's arms wrap around Robby and he continues clinging to Robby after the kiss, his head on Robby's shoulder. "I've missed you Rob, are you okay?" Robby kisses the top of Ryan's head, "I'm fine, has your twin been taking good care of you?" Ryan goes, "Uh huh," and Robby says, "Come on over here Dylan and get your hello kiss." I'd been standing a couple of feet away watching those two, feeling jealous as hell... of both of them. I grin and walk over and it's a three way hug with Ryan in the middle. Robby kisses me for ten seconds too and then I cling to him like Ryan's doing, mumbling, "I missed you more than Ryan, Rob." He chuckles at that feeble comment of mine as I kiss his face a couple of times; I have missed him more than I realized. Robby runs his fingers through my hair, saying, "It seems like a long time since I've gotten a hug or a kiss from either of my twin boyfriends, and it's only been a day and a half. You two are so special to me." Ryan's head is right there so I kiss the top of his head too. Ryan mumbles, "Thanks for the kiss, twin." Taking a deep breath, I let go of them both, blushing a little and feeling foolish now. As I'm stepping back, Robby says to Ryan, "Let me give Dylan and hug, Ryan." He reluctantly let's go of Robby and I take his place for a tight hug from Robby. "I love you so much, Dylan," and a kiss on the side go my face and then another sweet kiss on my lips. "How's my boyfriend been?" I say, "Worried about you and Dodger, Rob. What's the latest news?" We let go of each other and Robby says, "Come on over to the supervisor's cafe and I'll buy you two a soda from the vexing machine. I'll tell you both about it then." We walk towards the main entrance; Robby in between Ryan and me, his arm loosely around both our necks, asking, "How's Derek treating you?" Ryan says, "He's been fine, right Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, he's no problem. He's all business and not real friendly, but he treats everyone the same. You told him we're boyfriends, Rob?" Robby goes, "Yeah, I didn't want him to find out on his own somehow; it might seem like we're hiding the fact we're gay, or we're ashamed of it. I'm proud to be your boyfriend, both of you. I didn't mention Ryan because he's not 'out' and it's not my place to 'out' him to anyone." Ryan says, "I don't care if he knows, Rob. I just don't want my parents to know, not yet anyway." Robby says, "We'll leave it like it is for now, Ryan." Inside the building Robby lets go of us and we walk into a smallish room with two round tables, six chairs around each, and two vending machines. There's a Keurig coffee machine with various boxes of coffees and hot chocolate K-cups next to it is on a small counter. I go, "So this is where the bosses eat their lunch." Robby says, "Mostly the office staff. Us field supervisors use it in the morning before the office workers show up for work. What do you guys want to drink?" I say, "A Coke's good for me," and my twin says, "Me too." Robby makes himself a coffee and we sit at the table with our drinks. Robby says, "Well, Dodger's going in the Army. That's final, but last night mom, dad, and me had a long talk with Dodger. It started out contentious of course because my parents were furious at my brother, but he had the three of us eating out of his hand, so ta speak, by the time we went to bed. Dodger went into this long tale of how he's been in my shadow his whole life, making it seem like I'm the golden boy or something." Ryan says, "Well you are, Rob," and Robby's like, "I'm far from it. I've been shy my whole life and I have Dylan to thank for helping me get over that. When he became my boyfriend I realized I'm okay; ya know, if someone as cool as Dylan falls in love with me it sort of tells me I'm okay, and then you too, Ryan; you further bolstered my self confidence. You two don't know how much you've done for me." Ryan goes, "I can say the same for you, Rob, even more actually. And Dylan too," as he takes my hand and holds it right in front of Robby. I squeeze back on his hand and we exchange grins. Robby says, "Well, Dodger has me on a pedestal or something claiming I'm a star baseball player and real popular in school. Things I've never felt, but that's the way he sees it. He wants to forge his own claim to fame and he needs to get out on his own to do that. Dodger's been planning to join the Army for a year now, and he's been in touch with the recruiter for the last six months. It's a crazy idea, but we ended up respecting Dodger's view of his life and we support him. I even think dad, in particular, is kind of proud of Dodger for making this bold move. It is kind of gutsy of him." I ask, "So Vinnie dumping him had nothing to do with Dodger doing this?" Robby goes, "No, but it's the reason Dodger was in such a bad mood. Vinnie didn't dump Dodger per se, he got in a snit when Dodger told him he's joining the Army. Vinnie's broken hearted about that, but those two spent all day together. I talked with Dodger ten minutes ago and they're fine now." "Did Dodger tell your parent's he's gay?" "No, Dylan, the 'rents think Dodger and Vinnie are just best friends." I ask, "Is Dodger in Connor's group going to basic training next week?" "Yep, Dodger conned the recruiter. He said he'd join the Navy if he couldn't go to basic training with Connor. The recruiters are always desperate for recruits of course, so he arranged for Dodger to join the Army with Connor; they're on the buddy system. They'll probably be deployed together after basic training too. It's certainly a bright spot in this whole mess." I asks, "So everyone's on board with Dodger's decision to join?" Robby says, "I wouldn't go that far, we're resigned to it is closer to the case, but we're supporting Dodger too. I'm sick about it myself because I'll miss him something terrible, and so will my parents." I go, "Me too. So it's a duel going away party Saturday night, huh?" Robby goes, "Yep, and my parents are chipping in now paying to have it catered; with the extra money we can have a live band at the party. It'll be bigger now with Dodger's friends coming too." Ryan asks, "Am I invited, Rob?" He says, "Um, no, Ryan, you need to be the only person we know who's not invited." Ryan frowns and starts a pout like only us twins can do it, when Robby says, "You nut, of course you're invited. That goes without saying. Jeez!" Ryan grins, muttering, "I knew that. I was kidding you." Robby squeezes Ryan's arm so Ryan lets go of my hand and leans into Robby. Kinda sweet actually and only makes me a little jealous. So we're going to need to go on living without Dodger or Connor in our lives for a few years, which makes me sad, but it's what both boys want so we gotta respect their wishes. I ask, "Do Connor and Dodger even know each other?" Robby says, "They've met a couple of times, but mostly it's been three months of emails between them. Both of them are so likable they'll get along great together. Dodger's keeping his gayness a secret through, so don't mention it to Connor. He might be scared off if he knew Dodger was gay." I go, "No, Connor wouldn't be like that, he's very open minded and not judgmental at all. Dodger should tell him." Robby shrugs, "Dodger can decide for himself." I go, "Uh huh," thinking I might suggest to Connor at the party he confess to his Army buddy, Dodger, he's gay. Something good might come of that. Connor and Dodger, the odd couple, but they just might compliment each other. Neither of them can come out and say they're gay to the Army though, or to their fellow recruits, because there are still some bigots out there, and lets be honest, a lot of recruits probably aren't Rhodes scholars. Robby says, "Dodger's supposedly picking up Connor tomorrow so they can get better acquainted before Saturday's party." I ask, "Dodger's going to Connor's apartment? That's a bad neighborhood." Robby's like, "No, no, Connor won't allow Dodger to do that. He'll somehow get himself to Sal's pizza shop and Dodger will meet him there." I know how Connor will get to Sal's, he'll walk the five miles. Man, Connor's gonna think the Army's great compared to his home life. We talk about Connor and Dodger going into the Army until we almost have ourselves convinced it's a good idea they joined. It isn't for Dodger, but I believe it's Connor's only way out of his intolerable situation at home. For Connor I can see it, it doesn't make me happy, but I can understand it. For Dodger, not so much. It'll be good for Connor that Dodger's with him though, so that's a bright spot, fer sure. I'll miss then both. Done with that topic, Robby tells us about interviewing guys to replace Dodger on the crew, and how William was the best choice available. He tells us about some of the other applicants, including a spindly girl who he had to go through the motions of interviewing even though he'd never hire her in a million years. His dad said he needs to interview everyone so no job discrimination problems develop. His dad wanted to hire a minority, but none applied. Then the conversation came around to us. Robby says, "Ryan, tonight's Dylan's night. Wednesday night it's your night and Thursday, if you twins want to you can have a night together. Dylan's told me how light you two have become so it's only fair you have a night by yourselves; you've fallen in love, which I'm jealous about, but I guess it was inevitable since you're both so special." He's referring to Ryan and my turn to be with him, but us twins having a night every third day is awesome and very smart of Robby, ballsy too. Ryan I look at Robby, both of us doing Ryan's fast head nod, saying, "Thanks, Rob." I swear to God, I wasn't planning to do the head nod or saying 'thanks Rob,' in unison with Ryan; it's embarrassing to me. Dammit, I'm going to break myself of that damn fast head nod if it kills me. Naturally it made Robby laugh and ruffle both Ryan's and my hair, saying, "You too are so funny together, you both do and say exactly the same things." I'm too easily influenced or something and now I'm imitating Ryan unconsciously; it used to be kinda funny, but now it's annoying me and I'm going to correct it somehow. Anyway, Ryan should be imitating me, I'm suppose to be Robby's number one boyfriend, and we've been boyfriends for over two years. Yeah, but lately I'm lucky if I'm even an equal boyfriend. If I'm objective about it, I shouldn't be surprised that Robby's so enamored with Ryan because I am too. It's Ryan's subservient personality; totally without ego and he's so sincerely sweet and open about everything, and self deprecating at the same time. Cute as hell too and that's quite a package he's got going for himself, and he doesn't even know it. Robby and I do though. The way it's trending with the three of us it's going to be Robby and me being twin boyfriends of Ryan's. Robby and I look more like twins anyway. We used to be called the bobbsey twins two summers ago, but that's because we have identical two-tone blond hair and we're the same size. Okay, and we're both cute too I guess. Robby says, "I gotta take some mail to the post office, I'll pick you up around seven, Dylan." I ask, "What will we do tonight, Rob?" He says, "Anything you want." I go, "Um, this is just a suggestion, but couldn't all three of us go bowling or see a movie and then later you and I could do something alone. Ya know, because it's my turn." Robby opens his eyes wide, surprised I'd suggest that. He goes, "It's up to you, it's your night." Ryan says, "That'd be awesome!" as he holds my hand in both of his, saying, "Thanks, Dylan." Robby smiles at us, then says, "Well okay then, but lets do candlepin bowling because a movie will run to late. I gotta be in bed by eleven on work nights." Ryan and I do his fast head nod, saying, "Great, Rob," together as my face turns red and Robby laughs at us again, rubbing our hair, asking, "Do you two practice that?" Ryan says, "No, Dylan's picking up all my habits." Trying to be a good sport, I say, "Yeah, I'm getting little round eyeglasses this weekend too." They both chuckle, then Robby says, "Saturday's haircut day and I gotta say I really like that haircut you gave Chubby. We'll all get short burr haircuts like that on Saturday, and we'll be glad we have them as the weather heats up." Ryan goes, "Whatever you say, Rob." Then he goes, " Ah," and he drops his head to peers up with his eyes at the top of their sockets, adding, "Can I give Dylan his haircut, Rob? Pleeeeze!" Without consulting me, Robby says, "You can start it, Ryan, but if you run into, um, problem I'll take over. Okay?" This time only Ryan's nodding his head up and down real fast, saying, "Okay, thanks, Rob." I'm not thinking it's such a good idea; certainly not as good an idea as I thought it was when I was in bed with Ryan. Robby ends our meeting, asking, "Do you both have a ride home?" We go, "Yep, see you tonight, Rob." We all do goodbye kisses even though it's not goodbye for Ryan and me. It's just a habit to do the kisses now. Robby got us doing it some time ago and we don't even think about it anymore. Actually now I can see that Robby actually did a hell of a good job managing our threesome right from the start. Thinking back on it, obviously his first order of business was to put me in my place getting me on board totally with the threesome concept, and then it developed a life of it's own and here we are, one happy threesome. Damn! He's good. Ryan says, "Yippee, I get to give you a haircut. It's only right: you give Rob a haircut, he gives me one, and I give you one." Then he sees that I'm not nearly as excited about it as he is, and asks, "Aren't you happy Rob's letting me give you the haircut?" To avoid the question, I run my fingers through Ryan's soft hair saying, "I'm disappointed I can't be the one who gives you a haircut." Ryan says, "Ask Rob, maybe he'll let you." I say, "Yeah, I will. Um, aren't you concerned that you, ah... you know, don't know how to cut hair?" He goes, "No, not really. I'll just be like you and Rob; you guys didn't know how at first either. I want to be like you guys, but you didn't answer my question, so I guess you don't want me giving you a haircut, right?" No way can I hurt his feelings when he's giving me those puppy dog eyes. I hug him to me and kiss his lips quickly saying, "I'm happy you're gonna do it; I just hope I don't cum in my pants again, that's all. You're so sexy I just might." He smiles and kisses me back, saying, "I'm gonna fuck you this afternoon, that's what I'm gonna do." My eyes shine as I ask, "Are you going to do a dominant fuck or a lover's fuck on my ass?" He says, "It's gonna be a dominant lover's fuck in my bed. Mom and dad are out for the night. They went to Foxwood to see a show and gamble a little. Let's go," and he takes my hand and leads me outside where he drops my hand, turns to me, and says, "You'll never know how much I appreciate you, and that's because I don't know the words to describe it. All I know is I was happy as Rob's boyfriend, but my happiness level is off the charts now that you're my boyfriend too. We all have twin boyfriends now, don't we." Damn, that's what I was thinking awhile ago: that Robby and me would be Ryan's twin boyfriends and now he kinda sees it like that too. I say, "Yeah, we do, Ryan, but Robby's still our main boyfriend, right?" He goes, "Yep, when we're with him, but when we're I'm the main boyfriend. Lets go." I follow him thinking, 'He said that definitively without asking 'right' and the end of his statement'. And you know what, he's right. I catch up and put my arm around his neck, saying, "You get me hot, main boyfriend." He mutters, "I know, and it's the most awesome thing too. You get me hot too: you get me the hottest." When we're in his mom's car he wiggles his index finger in that 'come here' way and I lean over so he can get my head between his hands and talk to me with his face close to mine. "In my bed I want you to suck my feet and rim my asshole again, then I'm going to cum in your mouth." That said, he kisses me in that remarkable way he kisses; I'm groping my cock before he's done with the kiss. He says, "You're delicious," retuning my compliment from the other night. I ask, "You're not going to fuck me?" He says, "That's for later, now get your seatbelt on." I'm in a fog trying to get my boner comfortable in my pants. I go, "Oh yeah," and click my seatbelt. Ryan nods his approval, gives me a grin and then drive over-safely to his house. It's four-fifteen in the afternoon so we got plenty of time and I'm excited. He gets me hot. Gawd, he's the sexiest boy ever and he doesn't even try; it's everything that makes him who he is that's hot, and Robby and I helped him get to this point. Ryan doesn't see himself as a nerd anymore and I certainly don't so either. At a red-light, Ryan says, "Thursday's the night you're staying with me. I told my mom I was having a friend over to work on a computer thing and inferred if we're working late so that you might spend the night, but of course you're definitely spending the night." Hot shit, I love that Ryan just stated that as fact. I got myself another Robby and it gets my dick stirring. I love this. Just to reinforce little Ryan's in charge, I simply say, "Yes, Ryan. If you say I'm sleeping over Thursday night, then Thursday night it is. I'll cover myself as far as my brother and my mom go." He adds, "If I decide to do some dominant sex you'll need to wear the ball gag because my parents might hear you, but you've had it in your mouth before so that shouldn't be a problem." Then he chuckles saying, "How am I doing being Rob with you?" I say, "You're a perfect Rob; and nothing like a dominant boy I used to be hung up on," and I tell him about Willie. As Ryan's parking in their three car garage, he says, "Willie sounds like Victor. This kid Victor was my first dom partner and he was selfish and narcissistic too. I'd never be like that, I want to be just like Rob." I go, "Good," and he says, "This is so much fun. Every day is fun for me, every day since I met, Rob that is. Before that, not so much." Inside the front door we both stop and look at the spot in the foyer where Ryan fucked me wilder then I've ever been fucked before. We had incredible hots for each other and we both climaxed in like three minutes. Ryan mutters, "That was so crazy," and I go, "Yeah, I think we'd just realized that we we're in love." Ryan goes, "Uh uh, I knew I was in love with you; it's when I realized you were in love with me that drove me into a sexual frenzy. Like I told ya a while ago, you were gonna fall for me if I do the dominant stuff on you; that's if you're a true submissive and you surely are. I fell for guys I didn't even like. It's weird, I know." As we're going upstairs, with Ryan holding my hand, I say, "But the dominant sex isn't why I fell in love with you. It's for a lot of reasons." he goes, "I know and that why I'm so excited about it. You fell in love with me, not the dominant sex 'cause we didn't do nearly enough to have a major effect on you. Whatever the reason it's thrilling to me. I'm floating, Dylan." Inside his bedroom, he goes, "Undress me," so I do, folding each piece of clothing neatly. He's not wearing much, a shirt, shorts, jockey shorts, and sneakers with socks. As I'm undressing him I'm thinking it gonna be dominant sex, but then he says, "Now I'll undress you. It's sexy to me to undress my boyfriend and have him undress me. I've only done it with you, of course; I'm always the submissive in my past sex encounters, with Rob too." I go, "Having you undress me is a little sexy I guess, but I never thought about it before." When we're both naked Ryan says, "Suck my cock, Dylan," and I go down on my knees and take his cock in my mouth as he says, "Damn, that's so cool that you do what I say. It could become addictive; telling you what to do, I mean." I smile around his cock, then take it out, holding it in my fingers, and say, "I like it, Ryan. You do Rob great." He rubs my hair saying, "Ooooh, I love you!" It doesn't take much sucking for Ryan to spring a hard boner and mine gets stiff just from sucking his. He says, "Stand up now," and I do, standing tall in front of my little boss. He pulls my head down and gives me his special kiss for a minute or so and we both have tight, hard boners now. Taking mine in his little fist he leads me past the desk to his bed and give a tug upwards on my cock to indicate I need to get in the bed, so I do. He pulls the covers down to the foot of the bed and gets in beside me. We make-out for awhile and when I'm real hot and aroused, he quietly says, "Lick my naked body starting at me feet. Stroking myself a few times I scoot down to the foot of the bed and pick up his foot to lick and smell, keeping my eyes on Ryan's eyes. He's cleaning his glass with a piece of material, saying, "I need to keep my glasses on to see your cute face clearly. I should get contacts like everyone else." His toes are in my mouth so I just nod my head and keep sucking on his toes as he wiggles them. His feet smell like they've been in sneakers all day, because they have. Working outdoors no less. It's the first time any part of Ryan has been the slightest stinky. Usually he smells sexy good, and clean too. As if reading my mind, he asks, "Don't my feet smell?" I stop licking the sole of his foot, and say, "Yeah, but I don't mind because it's your foot. Most feet that smell like your's I'd go eeewww." He laughs his little boy laugh; that's what it sounds like, a little kid's innocent laugh. It's almost a giggle, but not quite. I like to hear it, and smile at him. Ryan says, "Lick my other stinky foot," and I do, then begin licking his leg, which doesn't smell stinky at all. When I've licked all around his knee, I stop to say, "Um, Ryan, can we keep this to ourselves. Keep it between you and me; and not tell Robby, ya know." He says, "Sure, Dylan, everything we do together stays between you and me. That's what Rob said, remember?" I go, "Oh yeah." I remembered, I just wanted to make sure Ryan remembered. Robby likes when I do this with him and I want it to be special for Robby, not something I do with Ryan too. If I hadn't done this with Ryan on my own, he probably never would have thought to tell me to do it. I like doing it, but it'd be better if Robby thinks it's my special submissive act for him alone. By the time I've licked up his thigh his scent is filling my head. My nose drags along his flesh and it's got my cock's so hard it's just this side of painful, feeling as good as a boner can feel without being stroked or embedded in a hot boy's rectum. I've licked my way to his crotch now and his oder is very strong, almost sweet. His scrotum is sticky from sweating in the sun and the same for his cock and where the top of his leg meets his body. It's almost too strong of a oder, but not quite and as I inhale deeply and feeling dizzy with the scent rolling around my olfactory glands, transmitting the oder to my brain in the area controlling smell and memory, which is why certain smells remind us of past memories. I never expect to encounter another scent just like Ryan, but I've memorized it now and I could be blindfolded and know Ryan just from his smell. In fact, just from their smell, I could pick out Ryan, Chubby, Robby, and a couple of other boys from a thousand naked young men, and isn't that a hot thought... a thousand naked young men, I mean. Their personal scent is in my memory banks, it's also in my pleasure banks. Certain boy's scent acts like an aphrodisiac to me and Ryan is in that group now. Another deep inhale and I close my eyes with my precum dripping onto Ryan's leg. He rubs my hair asking quietly, "Do you like how I smell, Dylan?" like he can't believe it. I do his fast head nob up and down, saying, "Oh yeah, Ryan!" He mumbles, "Thanks, I thought I was crazy getting so excited by the way you smell. I'm glad someone else enjoys the smell of their boyfriend. Rob says he doesn't smell anything distinct about me, but I already told you that." I lick his sweaty scrotum, then say, "Yeah ya told me, and I said he needs to go to a nose doctor 'cause your body smells sexy; I can't get enough of it. That's one of the reasons I like licking your body. It gets my nose right on your perfect skin." Ryan mutters, "You say the nicest things to me, much more than Rob. I think you love me more than he does." I go, "I wouldn't doubt it Ryan; I'm all in where you're concerned. You're really special and I'm staying on your good side, not taking any chances you'll lose interest in me." He goes, "I won't, Dylan, I promise. Give me a kiss." I lean forward and we kiss a lover's kiss and there's no doubt about it anymore, I'm in love with this him. He hugs me around the neck and playfully says, "There's your kiss, now get back to worshipping my body." I go, "Yes, master," and get a kiss from him on the top of my head. I lick his scrotum, then through his pubic hairs until they're plastered to his body. Stopping to fish out a couple of random dark pubic hairs from my mouth, I say, "No more pubes come Saturday afternoon," Ryan's like, "I'm looking forward to that. Your's are about a half inch long now, did they itch growing out?" I go, "Some, but it wasn't a problem," and I go back to licking my lolly pop boyfriend starting at his nipples licking until they're hard and then I lick down his belly with Ryan complaining it tickles. Sucking on his belly button, then down to his cock. We've both had boners for fifteen minutes now. I suck his cock draining out precum, then lift his legs pushing them back; Ryan holds them there as I start licking his ass. First one cheek, then the other. Long sucking kisses on each buttocks too and finally I run my tongue back and forth in his ass crack, right over his anus. Then concentrate on just the anus, basically kisses his anus lips, then lapping at them and finally sucking his anus; I'm really into it, moaning almost as much as Ryan as he squirms on the bed, the back of his thighs held against his stomach, his feet in the air. My tongue goes into his ass and I gunt and hump my hips, then blow my orgasm on the sheet, then a long "Ahhh," as another good squirt of cum joins it's brothers. Ryan moans, "Suck my boner, Dylan." Still shooting little plops of cum from my cock, I suck Ryan's dripping boner into my mouth and suck on it while my tongue licks the head over and over. Ryan humps up off the mattress doing one of my squeals as he pumps his load in my mouth, lots of creamy cum that has a pleasant, although indescribable taste. Swallowing a mouthful of cum I suck out some more with Ryan flouncing around on his bed, his legs over my shoulders now with his heels on my back. When I can't suck anymore spunk out I look up, dazed. Ryan looks dazed too. He mutters, "That was so awesome, Dylan. No one's ever sucked me off before. You're the first." I ask, "Rob never sucks your cock?" He goes, "Oh no, with Rob I'm strictly the submissive. I've sucked him off fifty times at least, but I've never licked his feet or rimmed him." I'm walking on all fours up the mattress to lay down next to Ryan, who wraps me in his arms, saying, "Nobody but you treats me this good, Dylan. You bring me pleasures I've never experienced before; lots of it too. Thank you so much," and a long kiss on the side of my face. I mutter, "I like doing it with you, Ryan. You and Rob too, of course." He says, sternly, "And no one else." I say, "Um, Ryan, I'm going to ask you a favor. I want you to tell me it okay with you because I need your approval or I'll have a killer guilty conscience. Mostly I want to be honest with both you and Rob." I tell him as much about Connor as I can think of, emphasizing what a wonderful kid he is, and what a horrible home life he's had, and how he has a innocent sweet crush on me, and now he's going in the Army. I say, "What I'm asking is for you to let me out of my promise to keep my sex within our threesome so I can give Connor a fuck before he goes in the Army. It will mean a lot to him and make me feel good too, like I'm doing my part to be a good friend." Ryan's rubbing my body lightly as I talk, now he says, "I think that's sweet of you, Dylan, and it's extra sweet you asked me if it's okay. Would he fuck you or you him?" I go, "Me doing him, please understand he's an old friend, we've never been boyfriends or anything, but I sorta promised him I do it with him before I fell in love with you." Ryan says, "Sure, I'm good with that, Dylan, but use a condom." I go, "There's no need for that 'cause he's never had sex with anyone, but two times with me and he climaxed both times faster than we did in your foyer." Ryan says, "Okay, thanks for telling me, and for asking. You're the best guy, you really are." I go, "Thanks, and, um, it's like this: now that's Dodger's going in the Army too, ya know." He goes, "How many boys have a crush on you. No, never mind I don't want to know. It wouldn't surprise me if ever gay kid in Framingham has a crush on you. Is there anybody else going in the Army?" I go, "No, just those two, thanks, Ryan." "But after that, Dylan, no more messing around except with me and our boyfriend. Will you promise me that?" I give him a smile, saying, "Yes, you have my word of honor; you and Rob are all I need. I haven't strayed once since you and me became boyfriends." Ryan laughs his laugh, "Oh, a whole month, huh? Wow!" I go, "Don't make fun of me, Ryan." He gets serious, "I wasn't, I was teasing you." Then we kiss a sweet kiss. We both have my cum on us from the sheets; mostly on our legs. Neither of us even mentions it, our arms are around each other as we make-out like lovers do. We've both had orgasms so it's a make-out without boners for once. I love rubbing his body with my hands as our bodies squirm together. Ryan's excellent at making-out; it's like he's trying to absorb me into him. It's a make-out technique that makes it seem I'm the only person in the world he wants to be doing this with. Robby probably gets the same feeling when they're making out, but I don't want to think about that because I'm concentrating on Ryan. His smallish body is tight, and so nice to hug and squirm against. After awhile we stop and, still in each other's arms, we talk quietly with the side of his face against my chest, his hair tickling my chin. We talk about Thursday night when we'll sleep together, and if I'll have dinner with his family, and about Robby's plan for us to go away on weekends, and about Ryan giving me a haircut, and about Saturday afternoon when we're all shaving our pubic hair, and then about if Rob's going to let us have a threesome sex adventure where Rob fucks us both and Ryan gets to fuck me too. Ryan knows I'd rather get fucked than fuck, but he wants to know if that still holds true in a three way, and I assure him I'm fine with it. Then Ryan says, "Come on boyfriend, we're going to take another shower together. I like doing that with you." He takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. It's easier for me to walk when he holds my hand then when he leads me by my dick. Either way is okay with me because I like Ryan leading anyway he wants to do it. I'm hypnotized by him. At times I feel about Ryan like I did at times with Willie in Key West when he put me deep into submission to him. With Ryan it's mostly mild submissiveness I feel, but I'm in love with Ryan and never was with Willie, not really. I know the difference now. Our shower together in Ryan's shower stall goes smoother because his is roomier than mine. We shampoo and wash each other, grinning like little kids in a bathtub of bubble bath. Afterwards we dry each other and get back in bed naked to make-out some more. When boners appear Ryan fucks me like lovers fuck and our sounds of pleasure fill his bedroom. We cuddle after our small, but awesome orgasms. More kisses and then Ryan helps me clean the cum off my ass and I kneel down and suck his cock clean as he played with my hair, saying, "I'm going to try my best with your haircut, but don't get mad if I make a mistake or two." I hold his cock in my fingers, saying, "I can't imagine being mad at you about anything Ryan, and I'm serious about that." He goes, "You're my favorite boyfriend, Dylan, but don't tell Rob, okay?" I go, "Thanks Ryan, but lets tell each other Rob's our favorite." He says, "I can't fool myself any longer, Dylan, I love you more than I thought possible. Please don't tell Rob I said that, but you don't need to tell me you love me more than Rob." I leave it at that although I'm not at all sure I don't agree with him. I say, "I won't tell Rob anything you don't want me to tell him. When you and I are alone, you're like Rob, you rule," and I finish sucking his cock clean. Ryan drives me home, getting me there at five minutes of six. We kiss passionately, and he says, "I'll see you soon with Rob, our boyfriend." I go, "It's our first date." Ryan says, "The three of us have done stuff together before." I go, "Yeah, but this feels like a date so I like to think of it that way." He smiles and rubs the palm of his hand on my cheek, quietly saying, "You're almost beautiful, Dylan, you really are, but in a boyish way." I go, "No I'm not, but you are," and we're both grinning at each other as I get out of the car. We wave, then Ryan blows be a kiss. What a sweet kid. Going up the steps, I'm thinking, 'Jeez, tonight after we bowl and Robby drops off Ryan, I'll be getting fucked in the sex pickup. Wow, my boyfriends really take good care of me!' Like Ryan, I've never been happier in my life. I greet Chubby in his kitchen with a big smile on my face. We hug and he says, "I know what that smile means. You and your twin, gawd! I'm jealous of all the sex you get. Why can't I find a girl who worships me like gay boys worship you?" I go, "Nobody worships me, what's for dinner?" to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Details at the site. Thank you!