Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2014 17:05:07 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation Two Chapter 55 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 55 by Donny Mumford In bed Thursday night I'm thinking about my date with Sonny earlier this evening. It's amazing how quickly and almost seamlessly Sonny has established the parameters of our hot sex together. It's remarkable, although when sex is involved I'm pretty flexible and more than willing to adopt a submissive posture, so that's a big factor. Sonny's only previous experience with gay sex isn't really experience at all. It consists of absorbing master/slave videos and applying aspects of those videos that he feels comfortable incorporating into his personal version of a dominant sex partner, a/k/a master, to my submissive sex partner, a/k/a slave. Somehow it works, and he's basically sweet about it and unlike Willie, for example, Sonny drops his dominant posture if I complain about something he's doing. So it's contradictory at times, but overall makes for a more playful atmosphere while still containing enough of the sub/dom dynamic to be captivating. It also feels safer than doing sub/dom sex with Willie ever was, or even with Ryan. In the early days of sub/dom play with Ryan he was much edgier than Sonny is. Of course that edginess created deeper submissive trances for me, deeper than the ones Sonny creates. Be that as it may, it's working fine for both Sonny and me so far. It helps that Sonny's different than anyone I've ever been with and therefore interesting, but probably ours will be a short-term relationship. I'm not sure Sonny sees it as a short-term thing, but I'm pretty sure it will be simply because I'm so much more experienced with gay sex than Sonny is that it's not even comparable. That being the case, what's unique about him now might not be so later, and with his lack of experience he's likely to be a one trick pony. For now, his innocence about sex, and especially his current dominant role with me, is part of his appeal, but how far can that take us? Having a cuteness about him, both in his appearance and his manner of doing things, is part of the reason I'm attracted to him for now, but there's no depth to our relationship like, for instance, there is with Ryan and me. Of course, Robby's and my relationship is off the charts and as deep as the Grand Canyon he visited during spring break, so we're good as gold. Who knows why I feel there's no depth of feelings for Sonny? All I know is I just don't feel it. Sonny's and my sexual relationship, from my point of view anyway, also has sort of an in-your-face aspect to it compared to Ray and me. Ray constantly claims that he's turned the tables on me, and has me eating out of his hand and humbling myself to him, which isn't the way I see it at all. I don't try very hard to correct his misconception because he's been handy in replacing some of what I'm missing from Ryan. The fact is I'm having sex right under Ray's nose, and with a junior posse member no less! I'm fully aware of the consequences should Ray find out, but I'm doing it anyway. He'll dump me if he finds out, and I say... so what. The closer I get to returning to Merrimack, and a reunion with Ryan, the less I care if Ray dumps me or not, that's how inconsequential Ray is to me. Let the boy have his illusions though, there's no harm in it that I can see. I know who I am and I'm certainly not feeling the need to be humble to Ray Ellis or anyone else. I'm probably using Sonny to help replace Ryan as well, not that I'm shortchanging either Ray or Sonny as they're probably getting at least as much from our sex together as I am. It's a mutually satisfying arrangement for all concerned. Yes, 'arrangement' is the right word for it, nothing more and nothing less. Then it's Friday morning. I fell asleep doing what I do too much of... overanalyzing my relationships. I need to let them play out as they will and not confuse the issues with my over-analyzation. Confusing the issue further is the fact I've apparently adopted Chubby's world-class ability to rationalize everything, so my analyzing is skewed right from the start. Putting all that out of my mind, I think about something more uplifting... Wildwood. This time tomorrow I'll be helping Chubby load mom's station wagon, as well as Chubby's and my Jeep. Loading them with bedding, towels, beach chairs and things like that for our week at the Jersey shore, and I'm really psyched about this! After getting ready for work I meet Chubby in the kitchen. We do a tight hug, with Chubby saying, "One more day, big brother, and then we're on the beach soaking up the sun." I kiss him, then say, "And there's no better place to do boy-watching than the beach, and especially the boardwalk." Chubby chuckles, "I'll leave that to you, Dylan, and no one can do it better or with better results." I let go of Chubby, and exclaim, "Hey, that sounds like a dig at me." He rubs my head affectionately, grinning at me, saying, "Absolutely not. I meant it only in the best way, it was a compliment." I say, "Oh, okay then. Hey, how 'bout we have a contest to see who can hook-up with someone first. You a girl and me a cute guy." Chubby laughs out loud, then mutters, "I wouldn't have a chance, Dylan, and that's another compliment." I smirk at him, and he says, "You're so fucking cute, you'll be beating off the gay boys in Wildwood all week." He's making a mug of coffee and then hands it to me, saying, "There ya go, bro," and then puts a K-cup in the machine for his coffee. I say, "Thanks. What are you fixing for our lunch today?" Chubby's like, "Don't you remember? Robby told us that lunch is on the company today. It's a 'thank you' gesture for the excellent job we did the first half of the summer. And, um, Lee said something about a cookout with cheeseburgers and stuff like that. Should be good." On the balcony we drink our coffees, share a cigarette, and start a list of what we want to bring to Wildwood. The moms rented the second floor of a new duplex, if that's what they're called. Streets in the resort town of Wildwood are lined with two-story houses, one after another, three feet apart. Most of them are newly renovated and they all have a full condo unit on the first floor and another on the second floor. The longer the list gets of things to bring with us, the more excited I get. It's gonna be awesome! Bringing the paper tablet I'm writing our list on down to the Jeep, Chubby drives us to work as we both keep working on the list. We'll need to make our individual lists for what clothes and personal stuff we'll want to bring too. The Oakley sunglasses Willie bought me will be at the top of my list. Well actually everything Willie bought me will be at the top of my list, which makes me think of Willie and how I feel bad for him now. I stop working on the list and think about talking with Willie on the phone the other day. He sounded weird and I believe some overly-dominant asshole, who Willie referred to as his boyfriend, has fucked up Willie's head bad. That's what it sounded like to me anyway. Willie didn't seem happy so much as he seemed defeated. Our history together had its ups and downs for me, but overall Willie was a generous boyfriend with gifts and compliments. The sex was hot, too. Sure, he got carried away in the end, but he basically became infatuated with the idea that I'd be exclusively his, and he got a bit crazy about it. It might be that Willie was trying to sort of brainwash me into being so submissive to him we'd get into a relationship like Sonny's misguided idea of a slave/master relationship. Ryan warned me about that, not specifically regarding Willie, but generally speaking. I'm pretty sure Willie never thought of it as slave/master thing, but it boiled down to that just the same. Ironically someone may have pretty much done the same to him. Willie may be into it too deeply and if I could I'd like to help him, but I wouldn't know how to do that. Chubby parks the Jeep at work, asking, "Why so quiet, bro?" I go, "Oh, um, just thinking about tomorrow. I'm excited." We get out and as usual Chubby hooks up with Lee, and Seth comes over to me. I say, "Glad to see you, Seth, it was boring yesterday without you." Seth goes, "I'm sorry you were bored, but it makes me feel good that you missed me," and he hugs my shoulders, adding, "I'm going to be missing you all next week." As we walk to the locker room, I ask, "What are you doing during the week off?" He says, "I'm hooking up with my bud to make money working for the house-painting crew he works for. They're shorthanded and since I can hardly go a week without a paycheck, it's a huge help." That makes me feel sad for him, too. First Willie and now Seth, but I don't show it, saying, "Good for you, Seth. Pretty resourceful of you getting a job for the week." He says, "It was lucky, and if I impress the boss I can continue doing part-time work for them the rest of the summer. I can sure use the extra cash." I force a smile as he leans into me, grinning, then he says, "Wish we could get together tonight, Dylan." We've got our shirts off so I return his shoulder hug, enjoying the feel of him even though he doesn't have a particularly hot body. "You and me getting together tonight is a cool idea, Seth, but Robby and I have our last date tonight before I go away for a week. He'll be working all week here and I won't see him at all. I'll miss both of you." We finish changing into our work clothes and then go out to the blacktop where Jerry comes over to exchange fist bumps with Seth and me. "Looking good boys, " Jerry says, and I go, "You too, Jerry," although he's not particularly attractive to me. Well, except for his macho features that lately I've been finding sexy. Both Seth and Jerry are rocking whiskers today and I have to say they look better on Seth with his cute face than Jerry. Jerry's whiskers are too, I don't know, thick or something. They both have sexy wide shoulders also, something else I've come to admire. Robby's always had a sexy body including his shoulders. Robby's the best. Speaking of Robby he comes out of the supervisors meeting all smiles. We gather around, and he says, "It looks like I'm not the only one smiling this morning. All you guys are smiling too. Could it be because you have next week off? Good for you guys, you all deserve a vacation. The reason I'm smiling is I've just found out about all the help I'm going to have from other supervisors covering our lawns next week. Today we'll do large lawns so they'll be out of the way and next week us supervisors won't screw them up." Robby's being modest because he's the best big mower operator out of all of us. Like I said, Robby's a damn good supervisor and he's pumping us guys up by implying we do better work than he and his fellow supervisors can do. Even though I know that's not true, at least in Robby's case, it still makes me feel good hearing him say it, and I'll bet the rest of the guys feel the same way. Robby goes on to tell us the barbecue is being set up at the picnic area we've eaten lunch at before, and we'll have at least an hour to enjoy our free lunch, compliments of the company. Each crew gets the same treatment the last day before their vacation week. The first year I worked for Dickers Landscape and Design Company, which was the summer before last, we had a barbecue at the Dickers house every Wednesday night, but the company grown too big to continue that tradition. Fridays are always a good day anyway because we get paid, but this is even a better Friday then most because we have off next week and we're getting a free awesome lunch. As we're walking to the equipment garage to get the stuff we'll need for today's jobs, Chubby says, "I'm so glad you convinced me to work with you this summer, Dylan. It's been a lot of fun, almost not like work at all." Seth says, "Yeah, it been a pleasant surprise for me. It's almost like hanging out with my buds, working on this crew.The masonry crew I worked with the last two years wasn't ever fun, but then it's the guys we're working with that makes it a pleasure to come to work every day." Lee adds, "You got that right, Seth, you guys rock." Jerry says, "I agree, you're all regular guys and Robby's the best boss I've ever had. This company overpays for what we do too, not that I'm complaining. And I mean we're overpaid for the type of manual labor we do, not how we do it." Robby explained to me that his dad overpays for a reason, but I don't share the reasons because I'd rather the guys think the company's just generous, and they are in a way. Like this barbecue lunch for example, how many companies do that? It's kind of funny when I think about it. I mean, a free lunch, big deal, but somehow it feels like something special. Mr. Dickers knows how to keep his employees happy workers. Some employers do everything on the cheap, but not this company. Seth's walking the big power mower to the truck with me while carrying the grass clipping container that goes with it; it's like a big plastic box, not a bag. The grass clippings get transferred to bags when the container is full. That's a messy job that needs to be done at least once during the cutting of each large lawn. Seth says, "I like it when we need this big mower and the regular walk-behind one as well. With both mowers on the truck I get to mess around in between jobs with the cutest, sexiest guy I've ever known." I ask, "Who might that be?" He chuckles, "It's you, my friend, it's definitely you." I go, "Flattery will get you just about anything you want. I've told you I'm a sucker for flattery." He goes, "Yep, I was hoping for that." The truth is Seth embarrasses me sometime with his flattering comments, which is why I joked around about it just now. I mean, it's nice to hear, but at the same time I feel awkward about it because he overdoes it and nobody could live up to Seth's compliments. Also, I don't know what to say back to him sometimes. If I don't contradict him, it's like I agree that I'm awesome and I know I'm not, but contradicting him could be interpreted as me wanting him to say more. That's what I mean about it being awkward at times. When the truck is loaded, Robby nods his head at me that I should walk over to him, so I do, asking, "Whassup, boss?" He grins, saying, "You're what's up, that's what," then he takes my hat off and smiles, "I see you gave yourself another one of those extreme haircuts. I could tell by how short your hair is on the sides and back of your head even with your hat on." Man, he must study me, or maybe he's just very observant. I shrug, "Yeah, I kinda like it," and Robby nods his head putting my hat back on, then patting my shoulder, saying, "It looks cool. Next time do my haircut like that. We'll be the Bobbsey twins again." Hmmm, I'm worried I can't do it as good as Sonny, certainly not with scissors, but to Robby I show false bravado, "Of course, Robby, it'll be cool. When I get back from Wildwood, okay?" He's like, "Sure, and, um, I'm going to miss you, Dylan. Seeing you working so hard loading the truck this morning I got this feeling of love for you that just came over me making me feel all warm and gooey and sexy. It's goofy I guess, but it just overwhelmed me and I wanted to tell you, um, that I love you with all my heart." I bite my lip and then decide to joke around with this too, saying, "Talk like that could be misconstrued as sexual harassment on the job, ya know." I goofed around to cover-up this feeling that just came over me too, the one where I feel I'm the luckiest boy in the world to have Robby for my true love boyfriend, and it made me emotional. I was afraid I'd tear up and make a fool of myself if I didn't joke about it. Robby chuckles, and says, "I'll take my chances that you won't file a sexual harassment complaint, Dylan, and I'm so looking forward to tonight. Let's eat out." I say, "Great, but we're taking a chance considering our bad luck history of eating out." He says, "We're due for a good experience," and he sort of rubs my shoulder. I go, "I love you too, Robby, and I'll miss you every minute I'm away." He nods his head and I see his eyes get a little moist, as he mumbles, "I hope so, boyfriend," and then he abruptly says, "Let's get started with our workday," and turns around quickly. Gee, I guess I'm not the only one who gets emotional. Robby being so sweet gives me this gigantic guilty conscience for messing around with Sonny last night, especially because Sonny calls me boyfriend too, which is just wrong. Sonny couldn't hold Robby's jockstrap as far as being my boyfriend goes, and I know what I just said doesn't make any sense. It's somehow representative of how I feel just the same. Nobody is my boyfriend one-tenth the way Robby is. I walk over to the truck where Lee gives a hand down from the truck bed, and helps me hop up onto it. "The faster we get finished today, Dylan, the quicker we're on vacation." I say, "You got that right, Lee," and then I sit on my side of the truck bed next to Seth. He slides over against me, smiling. After that unexpectedly emotional two minutes with Robby I don't feel right messing around with Seth so I don't respond to him sitting close to me. I wonder what brought that moment on in Robby's mind? Young love is a heavy thing and hard to understand at times. It's probably because we're young and inexperienced, basically, that we get flooded with love at the craziest times. We fool ourselves into thinking we know what we're doing all the time, but we're basically just feeling our way along making dumb mistakes while overdoing some things and under-doing others. I know under-doing isn't a word, but it should be. Damn, I love Robby so much it's confusing. Seth puts his face in front of mine, asking, "Did I do something wrong, Dylan?" Oh man, it's not fair to ignore Seth, but it would have worked out better if Robby had that emotional two minutes with me yesterday when Seth was absent, and then I could have spent my time overanalyzing Robby and me. I go, "Absolutely not, Seth. I can't remember you ever doing anything wrong, dude." He grins, "Whew, I'm glad you think that. I'll put you in the group with others who feel the same way, and let's see, you bring the grand total to... one." I say, "I can't believe that, Seth," then remember he's estranged from his family, who are usually the people who think their kids can do no wrong. Damn, again I feel bad for Seth. I push his hat off, saying, "I gotta feel your hair again. Never ran my fingers through a better head of hair than yours." It is soft and full. He says, "Well, my barber knows how to cut it perfectly to show off the best features, he's a bit of a haircutting genius." There he goes again with the outlandish compliments. I look surprised, saying incredulously, "A bitof a genius? Only a bit? What's that all about?" He says, "I meant a total genius," and I go, "That's better," as I keep running my fingers through his flattop haircut. "Do you like the flattop look?" He's like, "To be honest I didn't think I would, and I wasn't crazy about it at first. I just agreed to get a flattop to brown-nose with you. Now though, I've come to really like it and I can't imagine going back to long hair. This hair style looks good and requires almost no care. You rock, Dylan!" I go, "I know, I know, and so do you, Seth." He stares at me making me feel a little uncomfortable, then he leans his face in and rubs my nose with his, muttering, "I've got it bad for you, Dylan, just so you know." He smells good and before I know it we're kissing, with Seth's arms going around my neck. Like last time, he gets a knee on either side of me, facing me, and sits on my thighs as he melds into my body giving me wet kisses and moaning, "Mmmmm," in his throat. My dick gets hard because it has a mind of its own, and our make out gets intense. Then Seth pulls his lips away, putting the side of his head next to mine, and murmurs in my ear, "I almost spurted another cum load in my pants a second ago. It was uncomfortable all day the last time I did that, but you're so sexily delicious it's worth it. I love you." I quietly say, "Please, Seth, don't say that. It makes me feel bad that I can't reciprocate your loving comments. If I wasn't in love with Robby, you'd be an awesome person to be in love with. Honest." He says, "I'm sorry I keep telling you I love you, but I do, and it slips out sometimes even though I know you don't like me saying it. It gives me a crazy thrill saying it to you and I can't help myself. It takes all my self-control not to jump your bones every time I see you." I mutter, "Don't do this to yourself, Seth." He says, "It's your fault. If you weren't so nice and cute and sexy I'd be fine, but you're perfect, Dylan." The truck bumps over something, and then stops. I say, "We're here, Seth." He says, "Damn," and grins, then says, "I was only kidding about everything I said," and I go, "So was I. I lied about everything." He pats my hat, saying, "You're awesome," and we stand up as Lee lets down the tailgate, and says, "Let's get 'em boys." The ramp goes down and we start our workday. Ya gotta love Fridays! The morning work goes smoothly at both the huge properties that we service. Riding to the second job after a coffee break, Seth and I did a little grab ass, but we didn't get into any kind of a serious make out. It's fun to grab ass with Seth although sometimes it gets too heavy. Then, after we finish the second job, Robby drives his crew to the picnic area where all the supervisors and our crew will be treated to a barbecue lunch. No beer, but just about everything else you'd find at a barbecue is present. The whole thing is catered by a hired service. They have a big professional-size charcoal grill going strong, with two cooks working it. There's a table set-up with cole slaw, a big bowl of salad, pickles, potato salad, lettuce, tomatoes, and other things. The grill offers barbecue pork ribs, or pulled pork barbecue sandwiches, hamburgers, cheeseburgers, and big fat hot dogs. There's a cooler filled with different kinds of soft drinks and a table with a pile of big brownies for dessert, and vanilla ice cream on dry ice. Robby looks over and grins at me, but he needs to eat with the other supervisors. Mr. Dickers and all the office personnel are also milling around or eating at one of the picnic tables, so it's not just for our crew. It's quite a crowd, but our crew are the only people I care about. Seth and me get a brownie and pile on ice cream, laughing at ourselves for eating dessert first, but there's a line at the grill, so we make good use of the time. After we eat dessert the food line is shorter and we both pile food on our plates and rejoin Jerry, Lee and Chubby at a picnic table, who's telling a joke his girlfriend's brother, Gino, told him.It's the one where the hooded burglar is shooting anyone who saw his face when his hood was pulled off, and the old guy says, 'My wife got a pretty good look at your face'. Something like that. As often happens when one guy tells a joke it reminds others of jokes, so Lee says, "I got one for ya: A sixty-five year old lady has a heart attack and at the hospital she has a near-death experience where she sees God. She asks if her time is up and God tells her she has another twenty-seven years and ten days of life left. Upon recovery from the heart attack the woman decides to spruce-up her appearance since she'll be living another twenty-seven years. She has a face-lift, liposuction, breast implants, and a tummy tuck. When she's recovered from all that, she walks out of the hospital feeling great and gets run over by a bus, killing her instantly. Arriving in front of God she's pissed-off because there was a lot of pain and discomfort having all those procedures done to make her look good. She wants to know what happened to the extra twenty-seven years she was supposed to have left, and demands to know why God didn't intervene by pulling her to safety before the bus hit her. God frowns, scratches his head and then tells her, 'Hell, to tell you the truth, I didn't recognize you'." Not exactly a knee slapper, but worth a grin and a groan. Jerry wants to get in on the joke telling. He says, "Speaking of senior citizens... an elderly husband asks his wife if she remembers the first time he fucked her fifty years ago. It was behind the Village Tavern against the fence in the back of the parking lot. They agree to relive that experience. A guy overhears them and being a bit of a pervert, he grins thinking he'll follow them to watch them trying to get laid, figuring it should be good for a laugh since they're so old. He wanders behind them as they go behind the tavern to the parking lot where the wood fence has been replaced with a chain-link one, but the guy drops his drawers anyway and the wife pulls up her blouse and leans against the fence. The peeping tom expects a pathetic effort, but is shocked to see these two old timers really go at it hot and heavy. It's a furious fuck with loud screeching and moaning that goes on for ten minutes before the two collapse to the ground. Peeping Tom has never seen anything so wildly sexy. He feels he has to compliment them and thinks he's learned something about life, too. When the elderly couple are put back together and stagger out front, Peeping Tom tells them he was in his car back there and couldn't help but notice them fucking. He says it was fantastic and that these two must have had a great sex life together. The old lady says, 'It's not that. Fifty years ago the fence wasn't an electric fence'." That gets some laughs, followed by more jokes, each one more raunchy than the one before it, so there's some raucous laughing going on at our picnic table. Robby eventually strolls over and mutters, "A little less exuberant, boys, you're scaring the office staff." He winks at us and drifts away, but `message delivered'. A few minutes later Chubby and Lee do some of their foul-language version of an advice column, making up ridiculous questions for either Lee or Chubby to give an equally f-bomb-filled answer to. Lee says, "Jeffrey, I've got an embarrassing situation on my hands. My mom walked in my bedroom while I was jerking-off. She did an about face and walked right back out, and hasn't said a fucking thing about it since, but the embarrassment is killing me. What can I do to stop cringing every time I see her?" Chubby goes, "Well, if it makes you feel any fucking better my girlfriend's father caught me with my ass hanging out taking a piss in their rose bushes. His yelling scared me, and I swung around and fucking hosed the man down, and he's my boss, too... well he was my boss. In your case though, everyone strums their banjo once in awhile, so what's the big deal? I'd say: Tell your mom to knock a little fucking louder next time." We try to keep the laughing under control, but once you get going everything seems funnier than it is. Chubby says, "Let me ask you something Billy Lee. I like running in the street... treadmills make me feel like a rat on a wheel. The trouble is when I come home I smell like fucking smog, or exhaust fumes, or something. Do you think pollution in the city is harming me?" Lee says, "As a kid I used to go on urban runs too. It was usually right after I shoplifted some fucking TVs. I'd usually be smelling like pot with a fucking color TV under each arm when I got home. That's because I had to get high to shoplift. Seriously though... reconsider the treadmill. At least you won't get run over by a fucking bus on a treadmill." They do others, and our raucous table is getting some quizzical glances from the bosses, but that's about it. No more negative fallout from any of them, except maybe we won't be invited to the next barbecue. We all eat way too much and are sluggish all afternoon. Seth falls asleep in the back of the truck on our way back to the garage at the end of the day. Still it was a fun-packed Friday. We get our paychecks and everyone wishes each other a great vacation. Then Robby whispers to me, "I'll be over around six, Dylan." I smile, "I can't wait, boyfriend," and we give each other a little wave, staring at one another as I head for the locker room and Robby heads off to do whatever supervisors do at the end of the day. It takes just a few minutes to change into our regular clothes as Chubby collects his and my work outfits to wash. Seth squeezes my neck, saying, "I lied when I said I lied, Dylan. I meant everything I said this morning." I go, "Me too, Seth," and we do a guy's hug and then he walks out without looking back. I will definitely miss him. Chubby asks, "Ready to go, bro?" I say, "Yep, lets roll, Chubby." On the way home, with Chubby driving, I read out loud our list of things we need to bring to Wildwood and we think of other things we should bring, so I add them to the list. Then I ask Chubby, "Who are you having your goodbye date with tonight?" He says, "MJ, she apologized for being a pain in the ass earlier this week so I forgave her. How about you?" I say, "Robby of course, he's my true love boyfriend." Chubby goes, "Aaaaah, true love. Actually I'm jealous that you've been in love with one person or another for three years straight now, and I'm still searching." I go, "There's always you and me," and he's like, "Yeah, there's nothing better than that, Dylan, but I need a true love girlfriend, although it may never happen." I say, "Well, I'll be your fall-back plan if that dubious plan of falling in love with a girl doesn't work out for ya." He chuckles, "Good to know, bro." We plan to have dinner together tonight and then go into our separate condos. Inside my condo I remember Robby wanted to eat out, I text him and ask him to join us for dinner instead of going out. He texts right back saying, 'Awesome, as long as we eat together, but six o'clock is the earliest I can get there." I text that that's perfect. Getting my key for the Jeep I go down the steps to where the Jeep's parked and drive, first to the gas station to fill the tank with gas, and then to Stop & Shop for the food we'll have tonight for dinner. Chubby texts me,'Dylan, put your barber equipment on the list. I need a haircut, but we don't have time to do it before we leave in the morning.' I do that gladly because I love giving my brother haircuts. He never lets anyone but me do it. Smart boy. Inside Stop & Shop I look for the cute bag boyI saw in here last time, but he's not on this shift. Boy watching here is getting frustratingly disappointing, but I've got Wildwood coming up and, like I told Chubby, that's a primo place to boy watch. Maybe I'll even hook-up with some hottie for a toss in the sand... ha ha. Tonight's a special night so I stop thinking about boys and pick out some farm fresh corn on the cob, choosing only after peeling back the husks until I find ones with small pearl-like kernels. Then I pick out three baking potatoes of approximately the same size. I'll mash them when they're cooked, and then re-bake them because twice-baked baked potatoes are delicious. What will be our protein? Hmmm, the steaks are expensive, but it's a special last-night for Robby and me so I splurge on a big fat T-bone steak for eighteen dollars that I'll slice the meat from and we'll all share it. T-bone steaks have both the tenderloin cut and what is termed by some as New York strip steak cut. I chose one with a big tenderloin portion because that's the tenderest meat, while the New York strip part is the most flavorful. The T-bone is over two pounds so it'll do very nicely. Then I choose a big, ripe, locally farm grown tomato and a pickling cucumber. That'll be a simple salad. Done! No cute guys on the register or bagging so I check myself out and head for home. The first thing I do when I get there is set the oven to 350 degrees and since time is short I give the potatoes a head-start in the microwave. They'll finish baking in the oven and then I'll scoop out the flesh and mix it with butter, heavy cream, salt, and pepper. Then put that mixture back in the shells and put them in the covered grill to get a little light browning on the peaks of the mashed potatoes as the steak grills. Chubby joins me all showered and cute looking. He shucks the corn as I take a shower. When I get back to the kitchen Chubby's drinking a green bottle of Rolling Rock beer. He says, "I borrowed a six pack from my mom's beer stash to celebrate our vacation week." I go, "Awesome!" and get a bottle from the refrigerator. We go out to the balcony and share a cigarette with our beer. We're chuckling about our fairly out of control lunch today, then Chubby wants to know if Robby said anything to me afterwards about how raucous we were . I tell him, "No, not a word, we're good, no problems. We were just a crew getting along and enjoying themselves. Those older guys were young once themselves. It was mostly the administrative gals that might have been offended by our off-color language." Chubby smiles, and repeats, "Gals? What are you, a cowboy now? Nobody says 'gals'." I shrug, "Yeah, not a word I can ever remember using before. Huh! Well, yippee ki-yay, motherfucker." Chubby laughs, and I say, "That was a damn good flick. Old, but still good." Chubby's like, "Yeah, 'Die Hard' was the name of the movie, I think. It's so old Bruce Willis didn't look old himself yet." I go, "Some of the old movies are still good, like, 'A Few Good Men' and that Paul Newman movie, good last name on that dude, too. The movie was, 'The Verdict', with a young Tom Cruise as co-star." We talk about movies for awhile and then Robby texts that he's coming up the steps and when I read that my dick moves around in my shorts. I'm hot for my true-love boyfriend, especially tonight for some reason. Probably because I won't see him for a week. I meet him at the door and we don't say anything, just get right into a lover's sweet kiss and then hug with Robby kissing the side of my face, then muttering, "I love you so much, Dylan. When I don't think it's possible to love you more, I do anyway. I find a higher love so it's apparently an everlasting love for you that grows deeper with each passing day." I snuggle in, mumbling, "Me too, Robby." He hugs me stupidly tight, saying, "I worry that something's wrong with me. You're in my head every waking hour and then I dream about you at night." I go, "You poor boy, a fate worse than death, that's what always having me on your mind must be like." He grins, "No, it's quite lovely, actually," and I go, "Lovely? When did you start using words like lovely?" Robby says, "I'm gay, so I'm allowed to," and I'm like, "Oh yeah, I think you're lovely, too. No, that doesn't sound right. Do you want a beer?" He lets go of me, saying, Yep, I smell your beer breath so I need one not to smell it on you." I say, "Good plan," as I'm congratulating myself for extracting us from potentially a mawkish or mushy, or God forbid, bathetic situation! It's not that I don't like it when Robby gets sentimental and loving, it's just that Chubby's waiting for us on the balcony and it'd be awkward if Robby and I got into a wild make-out like I wish we could. We will later when it's just us two, and I'm seriously looking forward to that. Robby and me and his beer join Chubby and his beer on the balcony. Now where the hell's my beer? Ah yes, I left in on foyer table when greeting Robby. I go in to get it as Robby and Chubby bump fist saying 'hello'. When we're reunited on the balcony with our beers, Robby gives a toast, "To an awesome job the first half of the summer," we click bottles and drink some bitter beer. I enjoy the effect alcohol has on me when drinking in moderation, but I'm just not a fan of the taste. Chubby and I, and Robby as far as I know, don't smoke pot or do any drugs except alcohol occasionally, and why that is I'm not sure. There were opportunities in our freshman year to smoke pot and even do some lines of cocaine, but we abstained. Maybe we're just not that cool, or maybe we're cooler than the users. I really don't know the answer, although that time I tried pot and cocaine with the older photographer guy in the House of Blues it knocked me on my ass and I ended having sex with the guy. My bad, and I suppose that's reason enough not to try it again. We finish our beers while smoking a couple of cigarettes, then Chubby lights the gas grill and Robby and I go inside. I work with the baked potatoes that are done now, while explaining to Robby what I'm doing with them. He watches my every move. Chubby comes in and slices the tomatoes and cucumbers as I put a pot of water on to boil the corn on the cob. When the potatoes are mashed and then the butter, cream, salt and pepper are added, everything gets beat with an electric beater. The creamy potatoes are put back in the baked potato shells and then placed on a baking sheet. They go on the grill next to the T-bone steak that will sit directly on the grill. Chubby says, "Killer T-bone, Dylan!" and Robby says, "I'd like mine very well-done if you don't mind." Chubby and I look at Robby like he's from outer space. He grins, "Or medium-rare is good, too." I muss his hair and he puts his arm across my shoulders as Chubby goes, "Aaaaah, that's sweet." Robby isn't one to joke around a lot so when he does, like asking for well-done steak, which is a huge no-no, he catches us off guard. I know he doesn't like well-done beef, but for a few seconds there he had us going a little. The steaks get turned over and every minute or so after that Chubby tests it by poking it with his finger and decides it's done when there's a little give to the meat, but not a lot. It comes off the grill a little charred on the outside, especially the fat, but it'll be a perfect pale rosy color inside. The potatoes get another pad of butter, but are too hot to eat now. The corn went in the boiling water a couple of minutes ago and while the steak rests, we eat the corn on the cob with butter and salt and it's delicious. So is everything else and after dinner we each have our second beer, smoking an after-dinner cigarette on the balcony. We're all feeling great. As we drink our beers we talk about some of Robby's early hires who either quit or were fired, but mostly we recall the things that made us laugh on the job during the first half of the summer. It's relaxing and fun being together. A little later we clean up the kitchen and then Chubby says goodnight and heads out for his date. Robby and I go into my bathroom to brush our teeth using my toothbrush. Robby rinses out my cooties before using it. Corn on the cob can create a bit of a mess between the teeth. After gargling with mint flavored mouthwash our mouths are fresh and our stomachs full. We both need to pee because beer goes right through you, and then we happily walk hand-in-hand outside and down to Robby's pickup. When we're at the pickup, he asks, "Hey, couldn't we hang-out at your place tonight?" I say, "Sure we can, but let's drive around until Chubby leaves." Robby grins, "Um, don't you think Chubby knows we have sex together?" I chuckle, "He knows alright, but I feel funny just sort of flaunting it in his face." Robby's like, "Okay, I'll drive around, but I think you're being silly. Chubby is the last person in the world who would mind you flaunting anything in his face. He thinks you're the greatest person on the planet." I grin, "Well, don't you?" He nods his head muttering, "Yeah, I guess I do at that. I can't think of anyone better, not even my little brother who I love to death." We talk about Dodger as we ride aimlessly around on a beautiful summer's night. Robby gets emotional about Dodger being away from home. I tell him quietly, "Yes, we all miss him, but he wanted to do this and every correspondence anyone's received from Dodger is a positive one. He seems to like it even though he makes fun of a lot of silly things they're made to do." Robby nods his head, but is still upset, so I add, "You've been emotionally sentimental all day, Robby. First with me earlier at work, and then at my door before dinner, and now talking about your brother. Any special reason?" He says, "Gee, now that you mention it, yeah I have been feeling sentimental all day. I don't know why. Maybe because you'll be gone for over a week and, oh, I don't know... never mind." I ask, "What were you going to say?" He shrugs, "I don't know, it's like I love being a supervisor, but at the same time I wish I could go to Wildwood with you. You invited me, but this damn job takes most of my time. I'm jealous of you guys, I guess. It's like I want my cake and eat it too; I want the perks of being a supervisor, but I want to just be one of the fun-loving crew guys, too. It's nutty, I know." I ask, "You make more money as a supervisor, so concentrate on the positives." He goes, "I haven't been making much more than you guys, and for all the extra hours I work it's like I get paid less by the hour than any of you." I mutter, "That sucks," and Robby says, "Well, full disclosure... that changed two weeks ago. My dad doubled my weekly pay so I can't complain about that anymore. I don't know, Dylan, like I said, all I can think about is you. And that's most of the time, too. I want us to be an exclusive couple. One minute I think I'm strong enough, and confident enough that you love me, that I can share you and the next minute I'm so jealous I can't see straight." Oh no, not this again. Just when I'm getting my alley-catting up and running again. Patting his shoulder, I quietly say, "That's a lock, Robby. We're going to be a monogamous couple when the time is right. There's a right time for everything, and not waiting for the right time can be disastrous. Rushing into something new isn't usually a good idea. I want it to be just you and me for fifty years or longer, but we're nineteen years old. How many kids get married at nineteen? Ya know?" Robby looks at me for a second, then his eyes are on the road again, as he mutters, "I never thought of it like that before. Yeah, not too many people get married at nineteen and those that do aren't usually still married by twenty-five." I go, "Or by twenty-one. They got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout, and then a year later the fire just goes out." He chuckles, "You're priceless, Dylan. Pepper sprout, my ass." His mood changes as he says the words, "Pepper sprout," again. Ha ha. It's awesome to see him grin, then look at me saying, "I'm gonna fuck you hotter than a pepper sprout. Can we go back to your condo now?" I enthusiastically say, "Absolutely, boyfriend!" and Robby shakes his head a little, saying, "Damn, you're right. Who the hell gets married when they're nineteen? That puts things in perspective for me. I can always count on you to do that, Dylan. You have more common sense than me, I guess." Ha! That's a good one, but I lucked into the perfect comment with my `marriage at nineteen' analysis being basically the same as a monogamous relationship. Don't know where that came from, especially because I'll be twenty next Wednesday, but who gets married at twenty? Same logic whether it's nineteen or twenty. Chubby will be twenty next week too. Man, it's a fucking bummer leaving the teen years behind. I think I'll mope around on Wednesday and get some sympathy from mom and Chubby. Hee hee, no I'm not going to do that, it's not too cool acting like a spoiled brat in your twenties. I'll come up with something new... maybe. Robby says, "I'm feeling better already. I see the good common sense involved in a commitment too early in life." I say, "Oh, we're committed! We're just not making it official yet, but we're definitely committed to each other, that's been etched in stone." Robby goes, "Etched? That's a funny word." I go, "Yeah, and etching is done in metal, not stone, but you know what I mean." He nods his head, "Yep, it's you and me forever. I feel good now." Robby parks below my condo and we go up the steps with Robby's arm around my waist. We'd never have done this even a month ago. It's fun being openly gay, but I don't think Robby would walk with his arm around my waist if people were around. Still, it's progress. We kiss in front of select people now, and we'd never think of doing that just a few weeks ago. Inside my condo, as I'm closing the door, Robby wraps me in his arms, murmuring, "I love you, Dylan," and we kiss our sweet lovers' kiss, then Robby's tongue is inside my mouth and a warm wonderfully-loving feeling comes over me. My nose is pressed to his cheek and Robby's familiar sexy scent fills my head. Oh, it feels so right being with Robby like this. It's always new and exciting making love with him. We aren't frantic with our kissing and hugging. We're doing everything deliberately, savoring each moment in time together, almost like we're one. My arms are around his neck and his hands are on my ass pulling my groin into his. Our heads move slightly trying to get further into each other's mouth and my teeth scrape Robby's as our tongues rub together. And our lips kiss with it all feeling lusciously and sexily about the deeply and truly felt true love we have for one another. It's a perfect combination, a love that encompasses our bodies, heart, and soul. I love everything about Robby, his voice, his face, his body, his scent, his feel, and especially I love the way he loves me. Tears of emotion fill my eyes as I revel in his love, and my love for him. It's so special when we're like this, when we can feel each other's love almost like there's form to it, like touching a rainbow. Robby feels a tear from my eyes on his cheek and he slides the side of his face next to mine, whispering in my ear, "Why are you crying, Dylan?" That's a good question. Maybe because of all the cheating I do on Robby, or maybe because I don't feel I'm good enough for him, or maybe because I might never be able to be faithful and it scares me, or maybe because Robby's right when he says I don't love him as much as he loves me. Maybe I'm crying because I love him so much, and that's what I tell him, I murmur, "You're not the only one of us who's sentimentally emotional, Robby. I love you so deeply I'm crying with happiness at my good fortune. The good fortune of having your love, a love I don't deserve." He kisses my cheek, muttering, "Don't feel that way, baby, it's me who doesn't deserve someone as perfect as you." I'm okay now, so I tell him, "Thank you, boyfriend, but we both know I need to be better before I'm good enough for you." I was serious, but Robby laughs, pulling his head back to look at me. He's grinning, "My con-artist lover just cleverly solidified his case that we're not ready to be monogamous lovers by saying he's not good enough yet. You are, but we still need more time, I agree." I go, "I resent that con-artist reference; I was serious." He chuckles, "I know you were and that's what's funny. You're a sincere con-artist who doesn't know he is." I frown, asking, "Are you going to be calling me names for the next fifty years?" He grins, "Probably," as he takes my hand, adding, "Let's see what happens if we get naked and crawl into your bed together." I say, "Okay," and he leads me down the hall squeezing my hand. Oh boy! We grin at each other as we undress, then when we'renaked we embrace and there are few things as wonderful as hugging bare skin against bare skin. His body's a wonderful mix of muscles and smooth blemish-free skin with an incredible natural scent that I've loved all the way back to the time we were giving each other massages in the locker room before work. Before our first kiss, before our worlds collided in an excellently sexy way. Love was just around the corner and our young love was, and still is intense and wonderful. We kiss while our hands feel each other's bodies and our groins hump gently together forming steel boners that stimulate one another by rubbing together, and against our hairless bellies. How erotic, how sensuous, to grind our naked bodies together. Our lips kiss sweetly while our penises pulsate sexily. Robby pulls his tongue from my mouth and, keeping his face on mine, he licks my lips and then licks across my cheek to my ear, and puts his tongue in it. Why that's so sexy I don't know, but it is. I moan with arousal as Robby licks down my cheek to my neck then, going slowly down to his knees he licks to my nipples and on down to my belly button and down further to my shaved groin and finally, on his knees, to my balls. Robby licks my balls as my shoulders shudder and I'm in a trance, confounded by our reversal of roles. He takes my boner in his fingers and pulls it away from my belly to suck into his mouth and, "Mmmmm," it's so warm and soft on his tongue and in between his sexy lips. I rub through his hair and up the back of his head as tantalizing sensations erupt on my cock. I feel it get tighter as the uncut foreskin pulls back from the head. Robby's tongue and lips never stop moving and I grunt from the stimulation and awesomeness of the sensations on my now pulsating boner. It's become so hard it almost hurts and then Robby pulls his head away from my cock and now it feels cool when it's back in the cooler air of the room. Robby kisses me and my shoulders shudder again. It's so quiet our kissing lips can be heard making a subtle wet sound that seems to echo in my ears. Robby lets his lips slide off mine, and we both take deep breaths as he slowly turns me around with a hand on each of my shoulders. I feel the wet, hard head of his boner against the lips of my anus almost immediately and stifle a gasp. Robby's arms go around my belly, his hands clasping his wrists down low, close to my boner. Holding my torso tightly against his chest, his hips apply pressure on the head of his cock. It presses against my asshole and the lips spread slowly, everything is slow, with me moaning, "Oooo, mmmm". His cock pushes past my sphincter ring and I moan again as my hands grip Robby's forearms and my head goes back on his shoulder. He kisses the side of my face and slowly but steadily pushes his cock up my ass and all I can do is moan in absolutely perfect sexual arousal, "Mmmmm, mmm," sounding slightly pathetic, but my expanding rectum feels so wonderful. Soon my cock's drooling precum that slides down the shaft, "Oooooh," a long moan, "Mmmm, ummm, mmm, Robbieeee," follows. My head shakes a little as again my shoulders shudder from the feel, smell, and perfection of this sex with my true-love lover. Robby lets a quiet moan out now as his groin nestles in tightly against my buttocks. I lick my lips pushing my ass back against him and Robby does a long kiss on the side of my face, then licks there as he begins withdrawing his boner. And the sensitive spots up and down my rectum begin to vibrate like chimes that seem to ring in my ears like Big Ben gonging out twelve o'clock. It's one sensation in my ass after another. Soon the engorged head of his cock is pulling the lips of my anus outward, and then his boner makes the trip back up my rectum and I'm rolling my head back and forth on his shoulder. Sometimes everything is in perfect order when the stars and planets are aligned just right that allows sex with Robby to elevate to a new level, and this is one of those times. My body is singing with sexual arousal and pleasure while my heart overflows with love for my true lover, now and forever. Robby begins fucking me steadily, keeping me wrapped tightly in his arms. Only his hips move, driving his fat cock up my ass smoothly and I'm in an ocean of sexual pleasure with sensations buzzing all over me. All I know is that the constant stimulation from the pressure of Robby's hard boner is sensitizing every spot in my ass. I can't stay still, there's simply too many sexually charged pleasure sensations making me squirm against Robby body and push back against his thrusts... intense sexuality, and Robby, are the only things I'm aware of. My ass wiggles as I go from one foot to the other and moan from sexual pleasure so intense it overwhelms the pleasure centers in my brain. My ridiculously hard cock tightens further and pulls throbbingly away from my body to point straight out. Robby's breathing noisily near my ear and there is sweat forming between our bodies as his relentlessly steady hips trusts drives his hard boner up my ass, then back, then up my ass, then back, then up my ass, then back. It's hypnotizing and enthralling at the same time. There's nothing to compare it to, it's the pinnacle of sexual pleasure for me. It's a bit of a miracle I haven't climaxed yet, a miracle I'm very grateful for because I want to this to go on forever. And then there's a steady sexual buzzing beginning all around my belly and groin and the urge to climax overtakes me and gets me whining for release. My hips hump on their own as my climax builds. I gasp and then my back arches, my eyes close tightly and I do a loud squeal, my whole body shaking as cum roars from my balls and flies up and out my tantalizingly sensitive cock. Robby holds on to me as I struggle in his arms humping my hips forward with more spunk flying out my sizzling cock head. I grab my boner in my fist stroking it violently with spunk drooling down my fingers. Robby yelps and hammers his boner inside me, holding it there while making strange sounds in his throat as a sloppy warmth fills my bowels, then more hard pressure against my ass with Robby's groin plastered to me as he bends his back, lifting me off my feet shaking me. Creamy, thick cum drools out of my ass around his cock to slowly run down the inside of both my thighs. Robby swings me a little left, then right with his cock going a little bit further up my ass when the pressure of my weight against him flattens my buttocks slightly. Then a little shake and a groan from Robby as he sets me back on the floor and fucks me some more, now in his slippery cum with both of us going, "Mmm," with each penetration. About a minute of that and Robby stops and rests his chin on my shoulder breathing deeply. Sweat drips from his forehead and runs down my chest. Then a kiss from Robby, another six thrusts of his cock up my ass and he pulls it out leaving my ass wide open with more cum drooling out. He holds me, swaying us side to side in a sort of odd way to dance. His softening cock, wet against my butt crack, his chin still on my shoulder and the side of my face against his. It's a beautiful thing and I feel so good all over. My back is tight against his chest, our sweat mixing together and it's dreamy and wonderful. Then Robby takes a deep, deep breath, his chest expanding against my back, and after a long exhale he lets go of me and takes my hand. We walk over to my bed and silently get under the covers where we hug each other tightly and snuggle together until as much of our skin is touching as we can manage. We stay like this with me inhaling his scent, our faces together, his clean breath in my face and mine in his. I don't know how long we're like this, maybe a half-hour, and the whole time without talking. Just little moves of our bodies to feel each other better, our cocks together with his spreading his spunk onto mine. My ass has stopped drooling as far as I can tell, and it's all good, it's all perfect, actually. Finally Robby rubs my hair, mumbling, "Why so quiet, Dylan?" and I laugh because for some reason that strikes me as funny after all we've done together tonight, plus he was just as quiet as I was. Robby chuckles too, although neither of us knows what the other's laughing about. I mutter, "Hotter than a pepper sprout," and we get giddy, just so happy to be naked in bed together. We say nonsensical things that seem funny now, but will probably seem dumb later. We don't care as we laugh and rub each other's body, our noses rubbing together, and then Robby says, "Sprout," which seems like the funniest word in the world right now. I don't know what's gotten into us, but it's fun being silly together, especially after sharing sexual love so intensely earlier. Then we're quiet again for awhile, before Robby says, "Let's get a soda or something, I'm thirsty," and I realize I am too, but we hug and kiss instead of getting out of bed. Then with the sides of our faces together again, I say, "No need for both of us getting out of bed. I'm thinking of a number from zero to ten. If you guess the number within three of the number I'm thinking of, I'll get the sodas, but if not, you get them." Robby says, "Okay, I guess five." I go, "Ah, so close, but I was thinking of zero." He laughs, saying, "Oh, that seems fair," and gets up chuckling, with me claiming, "Really, it was zero." He smirks at me, muttering, "Zero's not a number, my con-artist lover," and pads naked up the hall to the kitchen, coming back a minute later with a quart of ginger ale. "We'll share it," he says, handing me the bottle and climbing back in bed. We both sit up with a pillow behind us. "What number were you really thinking of?" he asks. I take a long swallow of soda, then say, "To be totally honest, it was five, but you said five and that's not within three numbers, it's the exact number." He takes the bottle, grinning at me, "Oh, what could be fairer than that?" and lets the ginger ale slide down his throat without swallowing. I could never do that. We pass the bottle back and forth talking about us, but without specifically mentioning the sex we just had. Mostly we remember funny experiences we've had and when the quart of ginger ale is finished off we need to pee. In the bathroom we hold each others' dicks giggling like ten-year olds as we pee into the toilet then back to bed to cuddle, which turns into a hot make-out and then, in the dark now, Robby fucks me as I lay on my back with my legs around him. We kiss as we fuck and it's a long fuck ending in wonderful orgasms we have almost simultaneously. We take that as a good sign for us without articulating the reason, probably because there aren't any sensible ones. We just willit to be so. After a giggling shower together crammed like sardines in my shower stall, we dry each other and get dressed. I walk Robby down to the pickup with him telling me, "I was being paranoid or something earlier today, Dylan. Overly sentimental to cover up my lack of confidence about your love for me. I feel stupid for doing that because when we're together I see I have nothing to worry about. I believe you that we'll be together always, and that we're too young now to get married, as you pointed out to me. Being sexually exclusive to one another isn't much different than marriage I suppose. In any case you alley-cat away to your heart's content, but lets keep the 'no tell' rule in place and we'll both be discreet about it. I'm losing interest in Travis Pickles, but if someone else catches my eye I won't have a guilty conscience saying hello, so to speak. And maybe in the fall we'll try the threesome with Ryan again." I go, "Really? I was hoping you'd try it again, it was awesome." He says, "For awhile in the beginning I was an asshole letting the threesome go to my head, and then it was almost perfect for a while, and then I think my jealousy got the better of me again when I saw Ryan turning from me to you. Huh, why I didn't see that coming I have no idea. What gay boy wouldn't want to taste my boyfriend, meaning who wouldn't want you?" I go, "I could say the same about my boyfriend, meaning who wouldn't want you?" He laughs and squeezes behind my neck affectionately, then runs his hand up the back of my head, mumbling, "Yeah, I can keep a side-sex buddy interested in me as long as I don't introduce him to you." I go, "That's just so wrong!" He hugs me and we kiss next to his pickup, Robby says, "Have a wonderful time on vacation, boyfriend, sow your wild oats but think of me, too." I kiss him, "I'll be thinking of you all the time, Robby." He grins at me, then mutters, "Sure you will, baby," and kisses me a quick kiss on the lips, then gets in his pickup and waves before pulling away. That was sort of a bittersweet parting, which is a shame after our loving evening together. Robby may not be sure of it, but I guarantee that while I might do a little alley-catting around, I still have not a single doubt in my mind who I love way more than any other, and we will wind-up together as life-long lovers and maybe even get married. It's gonna be Robby and me forever. Just not yet. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinkat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to Nifty, a nonprofit organization. They will appreciate your help with the expense of keeping this huge story site operating. Thank you!