Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2013 14:33:08 -0800 (PST) From: donny mumford Subject: Re: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 40 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 40 by Donny Mumford Robby and I need to do a little cleaning up after our wild monkey sex. Ten minutes ago the need for sex kidnapped Robby's brain and I happily went along for the ride. One minute I'm giving him a haircut and the next thing I know we're in the half-bath fucking like animals in heat. It wasn't quite as wild as Ryan and I got at times, but it was pretty damn hot. When I'm with Robby I can't imagine for the life of me why I do it with other boys. I mean, Robby's the perfect boyfriend! After saying that I should admit that it's not unusual for my dick and balls to gang-up on my brain and take charge of my common sense. Being born with an insatiable sex drive tends to scramble your brains every once in awhile, and with me, the urge to feed my submissive fetish complicates the situation further. And, it doesn't help that my willpower is almost nonexistent when gay sex with a cute boy is in the offing. I'm not complaining or feeling sorry for myself by any means, just stating some hard cold facts of my life. After the cum has been wiped off the sink and vanity, I concentrate on wiping cum off my ass, but there'll be some sticky oozing for another few minutes that I'll need to deal with, too. Robby has his penis cleaned up and put away for now, and his libido's under control, so I pull up my shorts, grope myself, and contentedly walk out of the powder room with Robby to resume his haircut. He says, "That was random, but I got really hot for you, Dylan. Lost my mind there for a minute." I go, "It's cool, Robby. Lose your mind any time you want and I'm good with it." Only the top part of the haircut remains to be done, although that's the hardest part. When I've finished, it's perfect. Pleased with myself, I apply a little gel and brush Robby's hair up, saying, "You'll have to train your hair all over again, Robby." He goes, "Yeah, I remember," then he checks himself out in the mirror, exclaiming, "Yeah, this looks cool. This haircut brings back memories, huh Dylan?" I say, "Yeah, we both had flattops all summer that first year I worked with you. You probably look best with a flattop, Robby. You look like the All-American Boy with your peaches and cream complexion, killer body, and looks to match." Robby grins, "Yeah, that's me, and I got the perfect boyfriend to go along with my awesome self... haha, you're pretty loose with the compliments today." I say, "Just being honest about how awesome you are." He chuckles, then says, "And I can sing too," and he sings the country song he sang to me the night of our reunion after spring break. He sings, "I pay rent on a run down place. There's not much view, but there's lots of space, in my heart... the heart that you own." That's the title, 'The Heart That You Own'. Robby sings the whole song with a country twang as I'm sweeping up hair clippings and putting the barber equipment away. We exchange eye contact and grins each time he sings, 'the heart that you own'. It's really sweet. After the song we kiss and do a quick hug and I'm feeling very good tonight about everything. Robby asks if he can use my computer to do a few work-related things so we go upstairs to my bedroom and I watch Robby complete next week's work schedule on my computer. He stops, apparently stumped on some point, then asks me, "Would you train the new guy for me, Dylan?" I go, "What's he like," and Robby tells me, "He's our age, and okay looking, but he was just about my last choice, to be honest about it. I ran out of applicants and I even called ones I rejected earlier before finally offering the job to this guy. I had no choice when I discovered that the others have jobs now. This guy's big so he can easily handle the work, but his attitude isn't too cool, which is why, as a favor to me, I'm asking you to train him. I'm afraid Lee and he would clash and I don't need another guy quitting on me. Chubby trained the last guy, and I'm not sure about Seth training someone, so I'm hoping you'll agree to do it and just put up with Jerry's idiosyncrasies. That's the new kid's name, Jerry Cranston." I go, "Um, what kind of attitude problem does he have?" Robby shrugs, "To put it mildly, he's the know-it-all type with a high opinion of himself and he thinks he's funny. I'm telling you in advance so you can be prepared for it, and I'm asking you to ignore it. It's only for three days and then he'll be on his own. Okay?" I go, "I'll try, Robby, sure." It takes almost an hour for Robby to get the schedule right and then he prints it out, and asks, "Do you feel like some of the Dairy Queen's imitation ice cream?" I go, "Sure," and we go outside where I hold Robby's hand. He looks at me and smiles giving my hand a squeeze and then we walk to his pickup hand-in-hand. I love holding hands with a cute boy. Robby drives us to the Dairy Queen where we run into Bean, who's with a girl I'm guessing is his girlfriend, plus Devon and his girlfriend, Annie. Rob does the fist bump and one arm hug with Devon and Stringbean, but those two ignore me like I'm not even here. It's because I'm suspended from the posse until Wednesday at five o'clock. Annie's not a posse member, no girls allowed. She puts her arm around my waist, saying, "Hi good-looking, I hear Ray suspended you from the posse for a few days. When are you guys gonna grow-up and stop playing your silly games?" I go, "Hi Annie, um, I've heard guys don't really grow-up until they're around forty years old or so. You're looking mighty cute tonight." She goes, "Ha, look who's talking." The girl who was with Bean a minute ago is standing with us now. She's fairly thin without much in the way of a figure, but she's nice enough looking and somehow just seems perfect for Bean. Annie says, "Dylan, this is Tina Farrell, Bean's her boyfriend. Tina, Dylan Newman." We shake hands as Tina says, "Annie described you, but I didn't believe her. I believe her now though. You're so cute you make Justin Bieber seem plain." I blush, mumbling, "Um, thanks, but my boyfriend's the cute one." Annie says to Tina, "His boyfriend is that baseball hunk, Rob Dickers, remember him?" Tina looks at me, and goes, "Holy shit, you two make the cutest couple ever. Oh my God! But no, you're cuter than Rob. You have the same color hair too, although you need to let it grow out." I blush, shaking my head 'no' at the suggestion I'm cuter than Robby. She goes, "Oh yes, you are cuter, and you should let your hair grow out. Just to the Bieb's length now, not that silly hairdo he had as a kid." She's apparently got Bieber on the brain, and isn't it interesting that none of the girls associated with the posse boys thinks it's surprising Robby and me are gay or that Ray's bi? They just shrug like, so what? Tina has more to say, "The year before last, Annie and I would go to the high school baseball games just to watch Rob play so we could ogle over him." I mumble, "He'll be flattered to hear that," and Annie says to Tina, "Rob was the hero in today's softball game, too." Tina says, "Really, I would have gone to the game today if I knew Rob and this hottie were playing." Annie says, "The guys wouldn't allow the girls to go, it was boys only... the pricks." They both giggle at that. The three of us talk for awhile, mostly about guys because all three of us have an interest in guys. Robby's talking with Bean and Devon six feet from us, and from what I can hear it's mostly about sports, which I'd like to talk about as well. It's obvious though that the posse boys are going to continue ignoring me so I buy the girls and myself Dairy Queen cones and, surprisingly, I find it's interesting talking with Tina and Annie. I rarely feel comfortable talking with girls, but these two are easy to talk to, and maybe others would be as well if I gave them a chance. Being in Ray's posse has opened my eyes to a few things. For one, I haven't been hanging with enough straight guys because I see now they're good guys, too. Also, I'm interacting with girls better now that I'm getting more experienced doing it. For years it was basically just Chubby and me, although we had other friends from school, but not close ones. We isolated ourselves outside of school because we enjoyed each others' company so much, but it's good to branch out now that we're older. Robby, Bean, and Devon have been laughing and goofing on each other for quite awhile now and it's getting a little uncomfortable being completely ignored by them, so when Robby calls over asking if I'm ready to go, I say, "Yep, lets roll, Robby." The girls join their boyfriends with Devon giving Annie a kiss on the lips. Bean and Robby say goodbye doing the posse fist bump and quick man-hug, then Robby and Devon do it. They don't even look at me and I'm hurt they don't at least give me a smile, acknowledging my presence. I find myself staring at Devon thinking how cute he looks with the haircut I gave him. Well, he looked cute before the haircut, actually. Annie told me at the movies, that time Ray and I double dated with Devon and her, that Devon doesn't have a gay gene in his body, and that's too bad because the more I see him the hotter he looks. Really nice body, too. Then Bean does look over at me and he gives me a tiny wave of his hand and a smile making me feel a little better. I smile back getting a shrug from Bean, like, 'I can't talk to you, sorry'. Still, he acknowledged me and that's something. Is it the Amish who shun members when they do something wrong? It's not a good feeling, I can assure you of that. I'm not gonna do anything that gets me suspended again. Devon then glances at me and grins, sticking his tongue out as a joke, and would I ever like sucking on his pink tongue. I grin back and wave. Then Robby and Devon are saying something to each other with me standing over here alone watching Devon's pink lips move. I'm thinking it would feel sexy if he gave me a kiss like he gave Annie a minute ago. Do I have the hots for Devon? I didn't think I did, but maybe I do. That could be one drawback about hanging with straight kids. You know, getting attracted to one of them without a chance of anything ever developing. I'd suck Devon's cock in a second if he'd ever go for it, which he probably never would. That's kind of stupid of straight boys. I mean, they don't need to be gay to get their cock sucked. I'd think they'd jump at the chance, but that's from my point of view as a gay boy. They have another point of view I suppose. Too bad for both of us. I've got to remember that if us posse guys ever get drunk, I'll need to watch myself. With booze reducing my inhibitions I could make an ass of myself asking, say Devon, if he wants a blow job. Damn, I get embarrassed just thinking about being rejected and maybe ridiculed for doing that. Annie blows me a kiss, then says, "I'll see you around, cutie," and Tina says, "Bye, Dylan." I wave back as the four of then drift away. Robby comes over, saying, "It was awkward excluding you from the conversation, Dylan, but the guys said they'd get in trouble if they talked to you." I go, "It's alright, Robby," but at the same time I'm thinking it couldn't have been all that awkward for Robby because he talked with the guys for a good half-hour. Taking one last look at Devon while adjusting my junk, I get in the pickup. Damn, it's funny how that came over me, that infatuation with Devon. Wonder when Sonny's going to be eighteen. He's hot, too. What's weird about this is normally when I'm with Robby I only have eyes for him, but I guess since he sort of abandoned me to talk with Devon and Bean, that allowed my mind to wander from Robby. My mind wandered from Robby for a bit, but it never wanders far from one boy or another. I look at Robby as he drives and get the squirmy feeling I always get looking at him. Robby's cuter than Devon, he's cuter than anyone actually. He checks his watch, muttering, "It's too late to go to the movies like I was thinking about doing earlier, so would you mind going to the office with me? I want to drop off the schedule and get a head start on the week." I don't mind because the office is where Robby and me have had sex before and I'm thinking Robby's gonna want another taste. I ask, "Is there anything else you have in mind? You know, something else we could do at the office." He grins, mumbling, "Reading my mind again, huh, Dylan?" I'm like, "Well okay then, let's go." We drive over discussing the softball game this afternoon. Robby enjoys his triumphs and likes to go over them a few times, it sort of satisfies his competitive nature. As I've mentioned, Robby's competitive in everything, including our relationship. He's determined to have us be exclusively monogamous, but I'm not at all sure Robby wants that right now, anymore than I do. Eventually yes, but not now... timing's everything in life. We arrive at the office complex, which is lit only by low-level night lights. Robby parks and hops out of the truck to unlock the front door, calling over to me, "Come on in with me, Dylan," so I get out of the pickup and jog over to go through the front door with him. It locks behind us and, without turning on any other lights, we walk down the hall silently. It's eerily quiet with only the ambient sound of the air conditioning plus the faint shadows as we walk which makes it a little spooky. Stopping outside a closed door, Robby says, "This is where the supervisor meetings take place." Inside the door there's a conference room. Robby tacks his work schedule to a cork board under the heading, 'Week of July 7th'. Robby's is the first schedule posted for the coming week. After encasing another copy of the schedule in a clear plastic wrapper, Robby motions for me to follow him down another staircase and we go out the door at the bottom. It's the same door Robby comes out of every morning after his meeting. We're on the blacktop now. Robby walks over near the locker room to post a copy of the schedule for his crew to read, then he grins in the moonlight, and says, "Let's take a peek inside the locker room." He unlocks that door and in we go. Inside he looks around, probably remembering the past couple of years when he was one of the worker-bees using this locker room. "Brings back memories of you and me in here, Dylan, the year before last." I go, "Yeah, that was an amazing summer." Robby turns around and runs his fingers back through my short hair staring at me. I stare back and he smiles, saying, "I believe you were in love with that rich prick, Worthington, that summer." My quiet reply is, "I was never in love with him because I didn't know anything about romantic love back then. It's you who showed me, then taught me what romantic love is all about." The only light in here is coming from low-level `fire' lights that stay lit even during an electrical outage. He touches my cheek, murmuring, "Yeah, I did try showing you what true love means, but you were a slow learner. I wasn't convinced of your love until recently. You know, the past few months, and then the glow of your love for me was dimmed somewhat because you fell in love with Ryan too, and to think I forced you two together. I could kick myself in the ass for that, but it is what it is. I just might wring his skinny neck some day." I protest, "I love you way more than I love Ryan and you know that, and you're the last person who would wring somebody's neck." Although to come to think of it, maybe Robby would wring somebody's neck if he loses his temper, which he hardly ever does. Though, when he does, it isn't pretty. He smiles, "I know you love me way more, but I was fishing to hear you say it again. Hell, I loved Ryan too, just not romantically like you do. It was more of a friendship love for a close sex buddy." I go, "That's basically how I love him, too," and now Robby protests, "Oh come on, Dylan, you're in love with him the same way you're in love with me, admit it. I've never understood how you can love both of us romantically." I didn't expect this discussion. Robby usually holds stuff inside, but apparently this has been gnawing at him lately. It's good to know Robby still gets jealous,as I'd be worried if he didn't. I'm emphatic though, "I love you much more than Ryan. He moved away, but do you see me pining and broken-hearted? No, you don't, but if you moved away I'd be pining and broken-hearted to beat the band. I'd probably move with you, or stalk you." Robby laughs, "Easy for you to say because you know we can't move anywhere, not with the business we have here. Dad just got a huge job from the city for our landscape design department, and the contract to implement the project after the design is approved. I'm looking forward to someday getting into that side of the business. Lawn care is very small potatoes, the big money is in design and following through with implementation of the design." At least Robby's talked himself into a change of subject, so to keep it going, I say, "And after college I'll work for you." He smiles, and says, "But no alley catting around, right?" I say, "I'll be over that long before we graduate." Robby begins checking the row of lockers belonging to his crew. Using a master key to get past the locks in the doors, he looks inside each one, saying, "This is one of the things I'm responsible for, insuring that no illegal substances are being stored in our lockers. Dad's concerned someone might be storing their pot stash here for safe keeping. Not that I expect any of you guys to be doing that, but I gotta check so I can report that I did. It happened only once about five years ago. The police showed up with a search warrant to check the premises. They had a tip that one of dad's employees was dealing drugs and sure enough they found a good stash of illegal substances in one of the lockers. That was bad publicity for the company, to put it mildly." Oh, so this is why we came in here. That's disappointing! I say, "I was hoping we came in here to give massages, you know, for old time sake." He closes the last locker, grins at me, and says, "What a cool idea! You give me a massage first." I go, "Um, ah..." He asks, "What?" and I shrug, mumbling, "I was just wondering if you wanted to do it naked." Robby pulls his shirt over his head, saying, "Absolutely, but go over and lock the door." As I do that he steps out of his sneakers, takes off his socks, and drops his shorts, adding, "I'm leaving my boxer shorts on 'cause I don't want to sit on the cold bench with my bare ass." I figure that's close enough to naked for now so I undress too, although I'm not wearing underpants so I'm bare-ass naked. Robby grins at that and sits on the bench in front of the lockers. I stand behind him with my hands on his shoulders, enjoying the hell out of being with Robby. Starting with his shoulders, I use both hands massaging Robby's shoulders, while trying to remember how we used to do this. The back of his neck gets attention and then his scalp, which messes up the flattop look but I know from experience it feels good getting a scalp massage. We begin the massage without talking and that sets the tone. We're both quietly getting into a sexy frame of mind. I mean, what could be nicer this side of making out or actually having sex, than naked bodily contact, and massaging is an awesome way to have that. I massage his muscular biceps, then rub his back as his body relaxes and Robby's head's lulls back as I move from one part of his body to the next. The only thing we hear is the quiet rubbing sound of my hands on his skin. It feel so good rubbing and massaging his perfect skin. Robby has such smooth, almost hairless, creamy skin. Well, except for his farmer's tan;, as his head and arms are suntanned, but not his torso. The arms are tan from where the tee-shirt's short sleeves ends, down to his hands. Unlike a farmer's tan though, our legs are tanned too from the knees down to where our sweat socks begin. Robby's skin smells so good that I put my nose at the crook of his neck and shoulder and inhale Robby's familiar scent. There's only one more familiar scent to me and that's Chubby's. All the years we slept together in the past as young kids, and all the wonderful days we spent in each other's company makes Chubby's scent the most familiar to me. That thought of Chubby and me brings to mind one of my mom's Bob Dylan's songs. It goes, 'Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat, I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.' Except now I'm in love with Robby, plus you can't go back in time anyway, so why waste precious time thinking about it... it simply ain't gonna happen. Getting more intimate, I lean against his back and massage his chest. Robby's pecs are firm; they're certainly not like a girls breasts that would feel mushy. Nah, I much prefer this and then my hands move down to rub Robby's taut stomach. To reach his stomach I lean over him and the sides of our faces rub together so I kiss his cheek with feelings of deep love for this awesome lover of mine. As I straighten up, Robby rests his head back on my stomach while I rub down his rib cage then move my hands over low on his belly. Leaning over him again, rubbing both hands towards his belly button and then down under the waistband of his jockey shorts to massage his pubic area that's prickly now that the hairs have grown a bit. We'll need to shave this area again soon and that's always sexy fun. I cup his balls and squeeze lightly and then stroke his firm cock. My hands work their way up his torso to tweak his nipples and then rub them between the thumb and forefinger of both my hands. When his nipples are hard I hug around his neck and kiss the side of his face again, a long kiss this time. Robby turns his head moaning quietly and our lips come together like they did almost three years ago for our first kiss. This kiss right here will number in the thousands, but it's just as sweet as the first one. Coming around in front of Robby I get on my knees and massage his feet and then his legs, feeling the muscles in his calves tighten under my fingers. His thighs are firm and then my hands are around his nuts again. I notice his cock has firmed up more, almost a stiff boner that's leaning against my wrist from inside his boxer shorts. My hand goes in the fly of Robby's shorts and my fist goes around his cock encompassing the whole shaft and most of the head as I stroke it until Robby does another quiet moan of sexual arousal. Letting go of his hard cock, I massage the inside of his thighs near his cock and balls and Robby moans quietly again and then takes in a deep breath, and says, "Would you consider sucking my cock for a minute or so, and then getting on your hands and knees so I can fuck you?" I'm breathless as I mutter, "Yes, I definitely will consider that." I fish his boner out through the fly and take it in my mouth to lick the head with my busy tongue and suck the shaft with wet lips making slurping sounds. What a great tasting cock and that has a lot to do with Robby's awesome scent. Smell has a huge influence on taste. Slurping on his cock until I'm swallowing his precum, I take it out of my mouth and see that it's now so hard and tight it sticks straight out from Robby's belly, hard, wet, and shiny in the weak light. It tightness and my saliva, in equal parts, are the reasons it shines. I stare at his fat boner, the skin stretched tautly, and then my eyes travel up to his. Robby's sucking and licking his lips, taking short quick breaths through his nose. He mutters, "I'm so hot to fuck you, Dylan, I can hardly stand it. You looked so cute sucking my cock, baby, and my love for you makes my heart ache. And, you treat me so good with your love-making I'd be a fool to doubt the extent of your love for me." He takes my face between his hands and leans over for a long kiss and as our tongues slide together precum drools from my cock and wets my belly. I sprung a boner while doing the massage so it's been bouncing between my legs almost from the beginning. Sucking Robby's cock turned me on even more than massaging him, and now my boner's as tight as Robby's. Mine's beginning to throb with pleasure during our long lover's kiss. Robby breaks off the kiss and I immediately get on my hands and knees, turn around, and push my ass up for Robby to mount. Standing behind me he smacks my ass hard six times; his hand slapping my ass sounds like bullwhip cracks in the locker room, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" The spanking leaves my ass cheeks quivering, stinging and hot, but those smacks tighten up my boner a little more. I like when Robby feels comfortable being a little rough with me because he knows I like it, and I know he'll never overdo it like some. Robby's deep into sexual desire, muttering, "Keep it up for me, please," meaning my ass which drooped during the spanking. Then the leaking head of his cock is at my asshole pushing against it, his precum drools down the short distance from my asshole to the back of my balls, wetting my scrotum. His cock is steadily spreading and stretching the lips of my anus, stretching, stretching and then forcing itself in past my sphincter muscle, and we both moan, "Mmmm, umm." Robby grips my hips and pushes his boner steadily up my ass, spreading the walls of my rectum now until his entire cock is snugly inside me and his balls are resting against mine; his nuts feel hard, like round stones. His prickly pubic hairs feel like rough sandpaper against my buttocks, or a one day's growth of a man's whiskers. The two mounds of firm fat superimposed on my gluteus maximus, better known as my buttocks, get goose bumps feeing the scratchy pubic stubble. Robby leans against my ass pushing his cock in another half-inch, and leaving it there, he squeezes my ass cheeks together in kind of a massage for his cock. I'm pushing back against his crotch with my rectum reverberating from the sexy sensations of feeling full and alive with a hundred pleasure spots answering the roll-call of sexual pleasure. The urge for addition sensations on his boner has Robby withdrawing his boner and immediately thrusting in again. More buttocks massaging gets a moan from me, "Ahhhh, mmm." Robby lets out a long breath and begins steadily fucking my ass with the slapping skin against skin sounds echoing off the lockers to join my groan of deep sexual pleasure. "Ooooh," from me each time he drives his fat plug of a boner up my ass. Robby's making, "Mmmm,' moans each time our bodies collide and with each erotic minute that passes Robby increases the force of his thrusts until I'm squirming in an ocean of sexual pleasure sliding forward on the tile floor slightly with each of Robby's humps inside me. With each thrust, his stone nuts bounce against the back of my scrotum creating a delicious pleasure/pain combination that excites my brain and brings my impending orgasm to a state of high alert. My cock points straight out, perpendicular to my torso, so hard it doesn't move even with Robby jostling my body slamming his boner up my ass. Robby grunts with each thrust now and the sexual sensations we're both feeling increases with every penetration. Robby's feet are next to my knees now and his hips are moving fast, plowing his boner back and forth in my rectum creating sensations of friction on the walls of my ass, and I suppose on the skin of his boner too... it's simply too delicious to put into words. My climax is on me fast as I whine in pleasure and high sexual arousal as a desperate need for orgasm floods my brain, and then, "Mmmmm, aaaah, ahh, ahh," as fast moving shots of cum streak from the quivering head of my cock with my balls bumping forcefully against my body pumping creamy spunk up the shaft of my throbbing boner and out the gaping lips of my cock's pee slit. My shoulders shudder so hard I drop down off my hands to rest on my forearms. I'm dizzy with overloaded sexual pleasure that spreads our from my rectum, cock, and balls to make my toes curl and the roots of my hair tingle as sensations continue to sizzle through my body. Robby's driving his cock down at a different angle now until he groans, "Ummm, ahh, oooh fuck." His body shakes as he lays on my ass doing little humps shooting his seed inside my bowels. "Ooooh," from Robby as his climax takes over his brain for a few moments of exquisite sexual pleasure. Then he moans, "Aaah, umm, ooh," and straightens up to lazily fuck my ass in his slippery creamy cum, some of which is drooling down the inside of my thighs. I'm weak as a kitten, like I usually am after an especially hot climax, and can barely stay on my knees and forearms. Pleasant minor sensations buzz nicely in my rectum, and my balls are still active but only for a few moments more and then they nestle weakly in a lower area of their home, called a scrotum by some. My nuts performed very well indeed and the same for my cock, but it's losing its firmness now. My brain soon returns to a semblance of normalcy and I'm thinking that an orgasm should last longer. What a tease for nature to show me the unbelievable peak of sexual pleasure, but only allow it to go on for a few seconds. Sure, I enjoy the drifting aftereffects, but that spike of ultimate pleasure is so fleeting, here for a moment and then gone until next time. Robby pulls his fat cock from my ass, muttering, "Oh my God, two out-of-control sexual experiences in one night. Shocking ain't it? Is it possible I'm actually getting hotter for you? I thought I'd reached the top of that mountain with you long ago." I take a deep breath, then roll over on my side, laying on the tile floor, saying,"The same thing applies for me, Robby. Just when I think there's no way it can feel any better you prove me wrong. We're made for each other sexually and every other way." He holds his hand down to give me a helping hand getting up. I take hold of it and he pulls until I get to my feet. He says, "Do we dare hope it can still get better?" I mutter, "Hard to believe it could, but maybe." Then I hug his awesome body, and say, "I love you so much, Robby. Sex with you is off the chain. I love everything about it." He hugs back, kissing my forehead, "Yeah, but our lovers' sex, where you kiss my ass and lick my toes, is also off the charts hot." We begin putting our few pieces of clothing back on, as I'm saying, "Oh yeah, lovers' sex is my favorite, but I like all of it and you're really good at all of it, too." I couldn't have honestly said that a year or two ago, but I wasn't as good at it then either. Guess we learned together during our three straight years together. That's an amazing run for teenagers, gay or straight, and there's no end in sight for Robby and me. That's especially true because, like Robby just said a minute ago, we're feeling increased heat for each other before and during our sex acts. Robby's incorporated just enough rough stuff, at just the right times, to keep the sex exciting for me, and he's just bossy enough every now and then to give a nod to my submissive side. While Ryan does both things better, here's where Robby remains first in my heart: I love Robby as a personfirst and foremost, and the only other person that compares as far as I'm concerned, is Chubby. No one else comes close, including Ryan. I love everything about Robby including the way he loves me. It's a package no one can compete with. Maybe no one wants to compete with it, I'm not saying I'm special, or suggesting I think there's a bunch of guys after me and my love. I'm just saying if there was someone else, they'd have no chance because Robby's way ahead. Three years of sweet experiences with him, with Robby overlooking my many faults, has created a special place in my heart for him. After getting dressed, we clean up my cum, and then as we're walking outside, Robby says, "Damn, it feels good being sexually satisfied," and I'm like, "It sure does. So relaxing, and with the awesome memories of our sex fresh in our minds, too. Really nice date, boyfriend." Robby drives me home with us discussing how we came out as gay boyfriends, creating little or no commotion. He says, "I expected some uncomfortable incidents or negative response from somebody, but nada. Our announcement went almost unnoticed." I say, "Do you think it's because our parents thought we might be gay before we told them we were? I mean, my mom and Chubby's mom didn't seem the least bit surprised." Robby's like, "My mom and dad said they noticed I wasn't dating girls and that you and I seemed very tight, but they never actually thought, 'Oh, he must be gay.' It's like it never entered their minds." I say, "I'm pretty sure it entered my mom's mind, which surprises me. What didn't surprise me is the support I got from both moms. Chubby knew I was gay of course, so it wasn't a big deal to him. The four of us have been like one family for as long as I can remember. Once in awhile one of the moms will give us a scare thinking of marriage, but so far so good. A stranger would seem very odd in our foursome. After Chubby and I graduate and move out, then the moms can get married to their hearts' content." Robby talks about missing Dodger and how he's not even close to getting over that. Then we're at the curb below my condo. We kiss goodnight and as I'm going up the steps a tiredness comes over me. Tired or not, what a fun weekend it's been. Lots of stuff going on the past two days. I guess the one downer of the weekend was Ray lecturing me and then suspending me. At the time I didn't really give a shit, but it hit home when Robby and me ran into Devon and Bean and they wouldn't talk to me. Took me by surprise how much it hurt to be ignored like that. Ray's probably going to end up the chairman of the board for some major corporation the way he's honed his leadership skills already. I know for sure I'm not going to buck any of his rules again because I've come to enjoy being a member of something. I never thought I was a 'joiner' as I never joined a single organization all through high school. Well, I was on the school paper but I didn't join so much as I was recruited for that. Still, I like being a member of the posse boys. Although I'm tired, I take a shower anyway because it gets rushed in the morning. The bed feels awesome and then I remember these sheets are the ones Ray fucked me in. I sniff the sheets and pillow, but Ray's scent has faded to an undetectable level. I don't really care now that Robby's taken such good care of my libido. Drifting off to sleep quickly, and then when the alarm goes off I open my eyes realizing I've been dreaming about Ryan, and I've got a hard boner. Getting out of bed I send Ryan a text telling him about my dream, although much of it is lost in my mind somewhere. What I can remember has to do with him and me in the woods somewhere with me holding a garden hose while Ryan's fucking me. When I cum it pours out the hose instead of my dick. The dream must be a take off on the sex Ryan and me had outdoors behind his aunt's house. There were woods all around us and I got very messy so Ryan cleaned me up with a garden hose. Damn, that was hot sex alright, although not the hottest we had together. I end the text with, 'I miss you! Love, Dylan'. He sent me a email recently saying he probably won't get to visit this summer. It'll be at college when I see him again. His last email made no mention of the guy he met and that worries me a little, but I don't want to pry so I didn't ask him about it. After my bathroom ritual, I get dressed, then have a momentary panic attack thinking I forgot to make Chubby's and my lunch before remembering it's Chubby's turn. In the kitchen, I make a cup of coffee as Chubby's letting himself in the front door. "Hey, good morning, brother!" he says enthusiastically. Chubby makes me smile and brightens my day every time I see him. I say, "Hi, Jeffrey!" He chuckles at that as we give each other a hug. I kiss his cheek like I always do, without Chubby commenting on it. See, I kept doing it even though he protested and now he's used to it. Chubby makes a cup of coffee, saying, "I got the ham and cheese for our sandwiches from a real delicatessen, not that fraud one at Stop and Shop. The meat's so thin you could read the newspaper through it." We go out on the balcony to share a cigarette and drink our coffees. Chubby goes, "I'm feeling great this morning. Staying in last night was so smart of me, and I got to bed early too. I'm thinking I need one night every week where I do nothing. Recharge my batteries and be ready for what comes next, ya know?" I say, "What comes next at work is another new crew member, someone named Jerry Cranston. Robby says the guy's got some personality deficiencies." "Like what?" Chubby asks. I shrug, "Something about Jerry being the know-it-all type with a very high opinion of himself. And I'm supposed to train him. Robby wants me to overlook the guy's shortcomings so what the hell, I'll do my best." Chubby's like, "Better you than me." We walk to the car with me carrying our clean work uniforms and Chubby carrying our lunches. I drive the Jeep to work as we're discussing our week off from work that's coming up in a few weeks, as we're going to Wildwood, New Jersey again this year. The moms drove to Wildwood in February to chose the place we'll live in during vacation week. We're excited because Wildwood rocked last year; it's rocked every year we've been there actually. Chubby and me will have our twentieth birthdays during that week. Me first, as the older brother, and Chubby two days later. It's a bitch turning twenty and leaving the awesome teen years behind, but the earth keeps turning and the years keep adding up so there ain't a damn thing we can do about it except shed a tear and then move into our twenties, while avoiding all thoughts of what number comes after that. Being twenty is a tweener year, not a teen anymore, but not old enough to check out the bar scene either. Parking the Jeep at work, I'm kind of in a fog looking around for Ryan to come jogging over, but my head clears quickly and I know he's not here. I'm thinking about the dream of him I had last night. Seth says, "Whassup, Dylan?" Well now, here's a cute face to look at. Chubby yells, "Billy Lee, wait up," and walks over to exchange friendly insults with Lee. I put my arm across Seth's shoulders dreading what I need to tell him about no more intimate sex together and immediately decide not to go into that now. Instead I ask, "What'd ya do this weekend?" as we walk towards the locker room. He says, "I spent most of the weekend talking myself out of stalking you or hounding you on the phone for sex, and I can't tell you other things I did while thinking about you because you'd see my perverted side if I did." I say, "Hmmm, that sounds intriguing." Inside the locker room I put Chubby's uniforms on the bench in front of his locker and then hang the extra set in my locker and put the other one on. My street clothes go in the locker and the Dickers Landscaping cap goes on my head and, ta da, I'm an official employee again. Seth asks, "Did Rob replace Felix yet?" I tell him, "Yeah, and I need to train the new guy. I'm trying not to prejudge, but Robby says the new guy has sort of an attitude problem." Seth's like, "Training someone with an attitude problem, gee it sounds like a good time. If I can help in any way, just give me a shout out, homie." I go, "Thanks, I might do that." Then Robby comes in with the new guy. "Dylan, do you have a second?" I go over and Robby says, "This is Jerry Cranston. Jerry, meet Dylan Newman who will stick with you for a few days. It's basic lawn and yard maintenance, but we have some specific ways we prefer it to be done so that's what Dylan will go over with you." Jerry shakes hands, almost crushing mine, and says, "Nice to meet you, Dyson," and I say, "Same here, Jerry, but, um, it's Dylan, not Dyson." He looks surprised, but I think he mixed-up my name on purpose. Chubby and Lee come in as Robby's leaving, they bump fist as they pass by each other and then Robby looks back saying to our crew, "Ten minutes, guys," and he's gone leaving me with this big galoot. I introduce Jerry to the guys using first names only and Jerry seems friendly enough so far. He changes into the basic uniform along with Chubby and Seth without saying anything. He'd have a hard time getting a word in anyway as Seth and Chubby chirp along in their usual manner. Jerry's over six feet tall, maybe six-three with an okay body, but everything about him is big. You know, many men are big nowadays. At least they seem big to slender guys like me. Robby told me Jerry's our age and I don't doubt he is, but he sure looks older. He could be anywhere from early to late twenties going by his looks. He's got dark red hair, that I don't care for at all, and a full beard of red whiskers in that so-called fashionable two days growth look. I suggested Seth try that style, although he forgot to do it this weekend. On Jerry the whiskers are not a good look because of the dark red color, and they're definitely not sexy to me; nothing about Jerry is sexy as far as I'm concerned. He takes off his shirt and there's red body hair everywhere, ugh. Ray's minimal body hair somehow is sexy, but not Jerry's. He's got freckles too, but many dark redheaded guys have them. Other than that he's probably considered handsome going by his facial features, but the dark red hair and freckles are a burden that's hard to overcome where 'looks' are concerned. That's just my point of view, of course. Girls might think of him as a hunk for all I know. I'm not real comfortable with strangers unless they're cute and interesting. Jerry isn't cute so him being interesting is a long shot at the very best. I wait for Jerry to change into work clothes, but Seth doesn't. He gives me big eyes and a smirk nodding at Jerry as Seth goes by me, like, 'Good luck with that, Dylan, I'm abandoning ship'. I smirk back at him with a grin and a roll of my eyes. Seth chuckles. He's a really nice kid. Like I said before, Seth reminds me at times of Connor, who I miss more than I expected now that he's gone. Jerry's dressed and he asks, "What's first?" and before I can answer he flicks his index finger hard against my nose. It's a shockingly odd thing to do. My hand goes to my stinging nose as I say, "The first thing is not to do that again," and he does it again, asking, "Do you mean that?" I go, "Goddammit, of course I meant that!" He's like, "Oops, I don't want to get off on the wrong foot. My bad." I frown at him as he smiles, muttering, "I'm just goofing around with you, Dylan," and he puts his arm across my shoulders and sort of walks me outside. Not a good start. Jerry has all the indications of being your typical bully. He's of the big-sized bully variety, and unlike the punk bullies who are often covering-up inferiority complexes by picking on the weak, Jerry's type can back it up and they bully because they're basically mean-spirited people. After saying all that I must admit it's a little early to label Jerry as a bully, but the phoniness buddy treatment of putting his arm across my shoulders is another feature in that type of bully, so he probably is a bully. Outside I shrug our from under his arm and we stand there as Robby walks out the same door he and I walked out last night. Just to say something while Robby's walking across the black top. I ask Jerry, "Did you put your lunch in the cooler, Jerry?" His eyes open wide with a startled look on his face, saying, "Lunch? We need to bring our own lunch? You're shitting me!" I've got the distinct impression he's the one shitting me because Robby wouldn't forget to mention that. And anyway, what grass cutting company in the world would provide lunches for the crew? I mutter, "Yeah, you need to bring your own lunch," and leave it at that. Jerry's neither smiling nor concerned about it. Robby gives his little pep talk, after mentioning Jerry to everyone. It's big properties we'll be dealing with today so we need all the equipment. Lee, as Robby's assistant, passes out the assignments as to who gets what from the equipment room and we all head for the garage. Jerry asks, "Where are we going now?" He just heard Robby, then Lee, explain what we're to do, so Jerry's just busting my balls, but I'm going to try doing what Robby asked me to do and ignore it. I tell him exactly what Lee told all of us ten seconds ago, and Jerry goes, "Well, you need to explain complexities of the job to me until I can pick it up." I deadpan, "I'll try, Jerry." He chuckles, asking, "Um, where we going again?" to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation of any size to nonprofit Nifty. Thank you!