Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2014 11:17:02 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO   Chapter  73

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

Chapter  73


by  Donny  Mumford


Awesome to go to bed happy, loved, and sexually satisfied. With a smile  on
my lips, sleep comes quickly. A dreamless night and then I wake up this
morning one minute before my alarm would have gone off. Funny how your
subconscious mine seems to have a clock-like mechanism of some sort. There's my
usual panicky feeling for a moment when I first wake-up, thinking I've
forgotten  something important, but no... Chubby has our lunch and uniform
responsibilities  for today, so everything's fine. My shower was taken care of last
night so I'm  in good shape time-wise too. When my bathroom stuff is
completed, I get dressed  and wander into the kitchen for coffee. Today I beat
Chubby there, but not by  much. I'm on the balcony with my coffee, smoking a
cigarette for only about a  minute when Chubby lets himself in carrying our
clean uniforms and our lunch. He  grins at me and waves, then makes a mug of
coffee and joins me out here. Without  even flinching he accepts my good
morning kiss on his lips, then he says,  "You're looking especially perky this
morning." I grin, muttering, "I hate the  word  perky," and pass Chubby my
cigarette. He grins back at me, mumbling,  "Okay, perky is a dorky word, so
you look especially cute this morning." I say,  "There ya go, and so do you,
bro." We talk about our first day back to work  after Wildwood and decide
we're anxious to get these last three weeks of summer  behind us. At the end of
our last freshman semester at Merrimack we were a  little burned out with
college, but now we're looking forward to getting back at  it. I tell Chubby
about Dodger and Connor coming home the weekend we move into  our college
apartment and we discuss a little welcome home party. Of course  it'll
probably be the Dickers who throw a party since Dodger's their son, but we  can
have our own party for the lost boys too.


Finished our coffee and cigarette, I carry our fresh uniforms along side
Chubby, who's carrying our lunch as we go down the steps to the Jeep. Both
of us are kinda eager to see the guys on our crew again. Chubby's looking
forward to hooking up with Lee. William Lee Jefferson and Chubby hit it off
right from the start. Chubby calls him Billy Lee because the first day Lee
was  on the job Robby informed us Lee hates being called anything but William.
 Naturally Chubby paid no attention to that and called him Billy Lee when
introduced to him. William loosened up with the name thing after awhile and
now  the rest of us call him Lee. He has this cool way of walking, it's
almost like a  swagger, but not quite, plus he's funny. He smokes cool too...
some guys are  just naturally cool. Lee and Chubby are funny together,
especially during our  breaks. Lee was hired at the beginning of the summer when
Dodger quit the job to  join the Army. Initially I thought he was gay because
he often said provocative  gay-related things to me, as if he was coming on
to me. Then he'd tell me he was  just goofing around like he does with a
friend of his that's gay, and it turns  out that's all he was doing. He's
straight like most guys, and he has a nice  girlfriend too. I met her at Dodger's
and Connor's going away party. Then  there's Jerry who replaced Ryan when
Ryan's family moved out of state. I thought  Terry was another bully type at
first, but he turned out to be a misunderstood  and slightly confused
pussycat of a guy. He and I came to a meeting of the minds  one afternoon when I
gave him a haircut, and since then we've been friends and  he's like the
hardest worker on the crew. He's big and strong and not afraid to  get his hands
dirty. I'm mostly looking forward to seeing my buddy, Seth. Cute,  sexy,
shy Seth was hired to replace Derek. Robby fired Derek when he refused to  do
what Robby asked him to do, which led to a physical confrontation that some
would call a fight. Derek was a big, strong scary dude with a bad attitude.
I  jumped in the fight and caught at elbow under my eye splitting the skin,
and now  I have a cool tiny scar to prove it.


My friend, Seth Applegate, reminds me very much of Connor; they have  quite
a few things in common. Both experienced a terrible home life, Seth's was
so bad after he came 'out' to his family, he couldn't take their abuse any
longer and he left home at seventeen and has been on his own ever since.
They're  both gay, Connor and Seth, but with little or no gay experiences
except the  little I provided for them. Money is a major problem for both of them
too, and  it's the main reason Connor joined the Army. Seth lives in a one
room apartment  in a bad part of Framingham and his old car is on it's last
legs. Connor and  Seth are both extremely conscientious and hard working
guys. When Seth got laid  off from his job in masonry, he immediately got this
job. It's surprising he  didn't develop a tighter body from all the heavy
lifting involved with masonry  work, not that he has an unattractive body.
It's another thing he has in common  with Connor. They both have only minor
muscle definition and some baby fat  around their waists. I'm probably making
it sound worse than it is because  they're both basically slim and Seth's
biceps are like rocks. It's just that  some of my favorite guys, like Chubby,
Robby, and even myself, have tight bodies  that look good. To me anyway.
Maybe it's a 'gene thing that you're born with. In  Robby's case he's a hell of
an athlete too.


I'm really fond of Seth, as I am of Connor, so they have that in common  as
well. When Connor's on leave from the Army I'm going to try being a
matchmaker for these two friends of mine. We'll see how that goes. Ha ha, I
remember when Seth showed up for work that first day... he was rocking a
faux-hawk haircut. He has pale blond hair that's actually beautiful, beating out
Robby and me for first place in that category. I gave Seth a flattop when I
got  to know him and he's gotten a couple of flattop haircuts from me since
then, so  he obviously likes the way I cut his hair. It wasn't easy to get to
know Seth at  first, and that's because of his circumstances. I guess he
felt he had to give  off this bad-ass attitude when you first meet him, and
act defensive as hell so  no one thinks of taking advantage of him, but it's
all an act. He's as sweet a  guy as you ever want to meet, and like I said
earlier, he's actually shy. Oh man  though, what a cute baby face he has with
those dimples of his and his sparkling  white teeth, and that blond hair...
awesome! He and I mess around in the back of  the truck in between jobs like
Ryan and I used to do. Seth is a cute, sexy, fun  kid and I'm really
anxious to see him again.


Chubby drives us onto the parking lot of Dicker's Landscape and Design
company, bumping over the speed bump and then parking next to Seth's shit-box
car. Well I know he's here anyway, which gets me a little excited. We get
out  and look around at the familiar surroundings. Huh, nothing's changed.
Chubby  takes our clean uniforms to the locker room, and as I'm putting
Chubby's and my  lunch in the cooler Seth comes up behind me and squeezes the back
of my neck  giving me a sexy shiver down my back. I turn around and see him
looking at me  with shiny eyes and a grin on his lips. He quietly says, "Hi,
Dylan, I missed  you." I go, "Me too," and give him a hug which he
overdoes. Seth's become very  affectionate with me lately. He says he loves me more
than any person he's ever  know, which is flattering as all get out, but
it's more a crush than love. It's  hard to imagine the standoffish manner he
initially demonstrated and then see  his true personality which is the
opposite of standoffish. He's dressed for  work, but comes with me to the locker
room so I can change clothes. Inside I  greet Jerry with a handshake and one
arm hug. He says, "Great tan, Dylan. How  was your vacation?" I tell him it
was fabulous, because it was. Lee's laughing  with Chubby, then he sees me
and we do a hand slap and one arm hug with Lee  saying, "Oh man, it's sexy,
Dylan," and then to Chubby, "Your brother has me  considering a change in my
sexual orientation." Chubby goes, "Join the club,  Billy Lee." They're only
messing' with me, but I blush anyway as Seth frowns at  Lee, then hands me my
work clothes that Chubby had put in my locker. I give Seth  a smile as he
watches intently while I change. He hangs my street clothes in my  locker as
I take them off. Very helpful, ya know. We all go out to the blacktop
joking around, everyone is in good spirits after our week vacation.


Right on time Robby comes out of the supervisors meeting looking bright
eyed, cute, and ready to get this show on the road. He walks around shaking
each  of our hand and patting us on the back saying how glad he is we're back
on the  job. Then he jokes around saying that while we were on vacation he
was busting  his ass doing our job. He says it with a grin because we know
the supervisors  pitch in and help the supervisor who's crew has the week off.
Robby says, "Lee  has the assignments, so lets get started." we follow Lee
to the equipment room  where he says, "Large properties today and tomorrow,
guys, I'll get the big ride  on mower, Jerry's got the walk-behind mower,
the big one, Jeffrey, you get the  push mover." He looks at the piece of paper
in his hand, then says, "Dylan grab  the leaf blowers and, Seth, the weed
whackers." Everybody gets busy and soon the  loud mowers are fired up and we
all move out with Seth and me first, then the  line of mowers behind us. Ya
know what, this is the first day back after  vacation, but it's nothing like
the first day on the job because now everyone's  relaxed knowing exactly
what to do and how to operate the equipment. When the  weed whackers and leaf
blowers are stowed away, Seth and me head back to the  equipment room for
hedge clippers, the heavy duty grass clipping bags, and a few  sets of sound
reducing ear pads or earmuffs. All the equipment is cleaned and in  great
working order, so obviously the supervisors did a damn good job of that  last
week. Setting an example for us probably.


Seth and I get back to the truck and see that the mowers have been loaded
and the guys are now having a cigarette, talking, and ragging on each other.
 It's a pleasure working with all of them. This job is hard work, hot, and
sweaty, but fun too. Robby's inside doing something so after we stow the
rest of  the equipment Seth and I sit at the tailgate, our legs hanging over
the edge,  and I shake out a cigarette from my box of Marlboros for Seth, who
says, "This  is number eighteen. Two more and I'll buy you a pack, Dylan,
thank you." I hold  my lighter to his cigarette staring at his face with his
pale blond whiskers  here and there... cute! He looks too young to grow
whiskers, but I'm glad he can  because they're sexy on him. His whiskers aren't
course or especially scratchy.  They're closer to curly wispy hairs than
whiskers. Lee's are regular whiskers as  are Terry's and most twenty year old
guys. Not so for Chubby, Robby, or me  although I see some fine hairs on
Robby's upper lip and under his side burns.  Jesus, he's so sexy in my mind now,
imagine when his whiskers come in. Oh my  God! As I'm lighting my
cigarette, Seth exhales cigarette smoke, muttering,  "Huh, the big mowers are on the
truck to start the week." The way he says it so  innocent like, makes me
laugh and start choking on my inhaled smoke. He's shyly  alluding to the fact
that with all the mowers loaded Chubby and Jerry can't see  us from their
side of the truck bed, and we can't see them, although I'm quite  sure they
aren't doing the sexy messing around Seth and I do when all the mowers  are
loaded. Seth pats my back, then I ask him, "Do you have something in mind
regarding these big mowers?" He grin, nodding his head, then goes, "Un huh," and
 I run my fingers back through his silky hair knocking his hat off in the
process. He grins at me as he rubs under his nose with the back of his index
 finger like a little kid. Picking up his hat I plop it on his head,
saying,  "Yeah, I have something in mind too."

Robby comes bustling out of the supervisor's lounge laughing about
something with two other supervisors. Gee, do you think they have fun like us
workers bees do? Robby announces, "Morning break is on me today guys, my treat.
We'll hit our favorite Dunkin' Donuts after we finish the first big
property.  Lets move out." Lee shouts, "Come on guys, get a move on, we have a lot
of big  properties scheduled for this morning, lets go guys!" That gets
everyone  climbing onto the truck bed as Chubby asks me, "Do you suppose this is
what  Connor and Dodger are putting up with? All this shouting about
'moving out' and  'let's move it guys'. I say, "Certainly not, I'm sure the drill
sergeants are  very polite in the Army, almost like going away to Boy Scout
camp." When Seth  and I are in out spots and Chubby and Jerry are in
there's, Chubby gives the  thumbs up to Robby and he starts the truck's motor and
immediately the noise  makes it difficult to hear someone right next to you.
Robby can see Chubby on  that side of the truck bed, but not us on this
side. Lee, who's Robby's  assistant, rides shotgun and he can't see any of us
back here. Seth cups my ear  with his hand, shouting, "I think you're wrong
about drill sergeants, Dylan,"  then he knocks my hat off rubbing my hair.
Putting my hat in my lap, I cup his  ear, and shout, "That was a joke, Seth. I
know they yell and scream and curse,  calling the recruits all kinds of
nasty names." He nods his head, like he  straightened me out on that. He doesn't
'get' my humor.

We're in traffic now and it's very noisy back here. With his lips  brushing
my ear, Seth yells, "I almost forgot how good you smell." His hand cups
the back of my head and he kisses the side of my forehead holding the kiss for
a  few seconds. Glancing at his lap I see movement in his pants. He asks,
"Can I  taste your lips?" With his hand still holding the back of my head, I
turn to  face him and our lips come together, then our tongues. This is a
nice way to get  from job site to job site. Seth's arms go around my neck and
I hold him at the  waist as we make out with our heads moving slightly, our
lips and tongues very  active. I know if it wasn't so noisy back here we'd
hear wet sucking sounds and  low moans of arousal. Seth's gaining confidence
and being more forward then in  the early days for us. I'd love to feel his
now hard cock up my ass, but neither  of us is that reckless. Ryan had me
sit on his cock once back here, but I was in  a fog of submission in those
days. Not with Seth though as he's not dominant,  just very sweet and yummy.
He's really improved his making-out technique too and  my dick gets as hard as
his. To verify this I drop a hand down to undo the  button on his shorts
and slip my hand inside his underpants. Getting a couple of  fingers behind
his boner and my thumb on top I begin stroking his cook. I can  almost hear
him squeak. Our mouths are tightly connected, as are our tongues and  I soon
feel precum drooling down the shaft of his five inch boner. Then his  mouth
leaves mine and his hand goes to my wrist to stop me from jerking him off.
His lips go to my ear again, he gasps, then moans, "Don't, Dylan, I'll cum if
 you stroke it one more time. Please." I let go and kiss his cheek. Damn
he's  delicious. For good measure I lick up over his lips and up the front of
his  nose. His body shudders and then he sits back against the side of the
truck bed  panting.


Licking my fingers I taste his precum and find it has a neutral taste.
That brings to mind Junior, from Wildwood, because his cum had the distinct
taste of cotton candy. Funny that cum tastes different for each individual,
but  what a person eats affects the taste of their cum. It's a body secretion
as are  urine and sweat, to name two. If you eat a lot of spicy food your
perspiration  can be a stronger smell because of it. Or, if you eat a lot of
sweets, like  Junior, your cum will be sweeter. Eating things like broccoli
or asparagus will  have an unpleasant affect on secretions, as everyone knows
who's eaten asparagus  and later taken a piss. I'm enjoying my boner, but
it fading as Seth collects  himself, breathing deeply. Then he buttons his
shorts while taking one last deep  breath and looks over at me with a cute
grin on his lips. I grin back, and he  leans over to say in my ear, "You're too
sexy for an inexperienced guy like me.  I'm pretty sure I could get off
just smelling you for five minutes." I put my  lips on his ear, asking, "Do you
wanna try it?" He says to me, with his lips  pressed to my ear,causing
another sexy shiver to streak down my back, "Just so  you know, I'm madly,
insanely, and wildly in love with you." I grin at him, then  say into his ear,
inhaling his boyish, clean scent, "Yeah, I hear that all the  time," and he
chuckles, then says, "I don't doubt it for a second." That makes  me realize,
although it hadn't occurred to me before, that there actually have  been a
number of guys who said they're in love with me this summer. It makes me
feel good. Not smug at all, just happy. I love guys around my age and it's so
nice they love me too. The problem with sexually inexperienced guys, who I
have  sex with, is they tend to mistake sexual pleasure for love. I've made
that  mistake too. Willie comes to mind and I'm realizing I can include Ryan
in the  mix along with others. I even made that mistake for fleeting moments
with  basically unlovable Ray. The difference between them and me is... I
know what  love is. Robby taught me, so eventually I can sort it out. Those
who haven't  really loved someone yet, cannot tell the difference between
loving the sexual  pleasure and loving the person providing it.


The truck bounces over a curb with us guys back here bumping against each
other, and now we've arrived at our first destination of the day. The truck
motor dies and it seem deadly silence for a few second before I detect the
normal sounds of suburbia. This first property of the day is one of the
biggest  ones we service. Lee and Robby come around to the back of the truck
and let the  tailgate down. Jerry slides the ramp for the mowers to the ground
as Seth and I  grab the weed whackers and hedge clippers. We jump off the
truck with Lee coming  up the ramp for the ride on mower. Robby reminds us,
"Dylan  you've got the hedges and Seth the weed whacking duty." As we're
walking away I hear Robby reminding each of the other guys what their
responsibilities are for this job. All I know is I'll have to work fast if I'm  to
finish trimming all these hedges by the time everything else is done. I get
right to work and hear the mowers firing up and then it's just noise. It's a
 good thing Seth's got all those muscles in his arms because holding that
industrial weed whacker just barely off the ground really gives your arms a
workout after awhile. It's early in the morning and I can only hope the
homeowners are awake because ,if not, they are now. It's not oppressively hot
yet, but it will be shortly on this humid day in August. Twenty minutes
later  the leaf blowers start up and I glance over seeing Robby and Chubby
working  them. Ah, Robby and Chubby, my two favorite guys in the world. Seth's
still  edging around the lawn and shrubbery patches, but it's beginning tfo
looks like  I'm going to be holding everyone up because I've still got a lot
of hedges to  trim. Then fast working Jerry is done his assignment and he's
got the other  hedge trimmer and he's working his way towards me. I'm no
weakling by a long  shot, but I'm not in Jerry's class. He does everything
effortlessly and fast  too. Good ole Jerry, who I was worried wouldn't work out,
is now the best worker  on our crew. I was worried he'd be an asshole and
either get asked to leave or  quit, which would have looked bad for Robby due
to the high turnover on our crew  early in the summer.


Finished the first property, the mowers are being loaded onto the truck,
as Chubby says to me, "Kinda hard getting back in the swing of things after
lounging around on the beach all week." I go, "Yeah, I know what you mean,
bro.  Let's win the lottery and leave the working world behind." Chubby goes,
"Best to  buy two 'Lucky For Life' lottery ticket because the odds for
winning are  thirteen million, eight hundred thousand to one." I go, "In that
case I'm buying  three tickets." He squeezes my hand, saying, "You're almost
guaranteed to win  with three tickets." We grin at each other with Chubby
mumbling, "Yeah, we're  gonna be rich." When everyone is back on the truck,
Chubby gives the thumbs up  to Robby and the truck lurches forward and we're on
the road again. The breeze  back here feels refreshing as it dries our
perspiring faces. Seth takes my hand  and holds it on his lap. He's getting
friskier and friskier. I give him a funny  look and he squeezes my hand, then
lifts it to his lips and kisses the back of  it. It's nice being adored. True
to his word, Robby drives us to our favorite  Dunkin' Donuts and we jump off
the truck and follow him inside. Seth bumps  against my side as we walk, so
Lee says to Chubby, "Aww, ain't they cute  together," meaning Seth and me,
then he asks, "Hey, Seth, did Dylan convert you  to his team?" Seth goes,
"Nope," which is accurate because he was gay before I  met him, but I'm sure
Lee took it to mean Seth isn't gay.


Inside we all get drinks, mostly iced drinks, plus our choice of  breakfast
sandwich. Robby pays for it and we all mutter, "Thanks, boss," and  then
pull two tables together so we can all fit everyone around them. Lee,  always
the entertainer, has a joke for us. He says, "There's this guy driving  down
a highway in Alaska. It's freezing cold, of course, and his car just stops
so he calls road service and a mechanic comes out to help. The mechanic
opens  the hood and checks things out, then looks at the man, who's freezing
his ass  off watching the mechanic, 'Jeez, pal, it looks like you've blown a
seal,' and  the man says, 'Nah, it's just frost on my mustache.'" The punch
line hits just  as Seth's about to swallow his iced coffee, and he tries
laughing and swallowing  at the same time, with unfortunate results. The iced
coffee ends up in his  sinuses and he blows iced coffee out both nostrils.
That gets a bigger laugh  then the joke. It's funny to us, but a little painful
for Seth. We pat his back  as he coughs with his eyes watering. I've seen
this happen before, and it's impossible not to laugh no  matter how fond you
are of the victim. A couple of times I've inhaled cum and  blown that out of
my nose, but never a drink. When Seth's recovered, Lee says,  "Here's an
example of pure confusion. Twenty blind naked lesbians in a fish  market." We
groan at that, and now Robby joins in. He goes, "Superman and  Spiderman are
at a bar, but Superman seems depressed. He explains to Spiderman  that he
hasn't gotten laid in weeks. Spiderman tells him that a little while  ago,
when he was swinging by Wonder Woman place, he noticed her laying in bed
naked with her legs spread. He suggests Superman fly over at the speed of light,
 give her a good fucking and get out before she even knows what happened.
Well,  Superman takes off and flies to Wonder Woman's place and finds she's
still there  on the bed sort of squirming and moaning with her legs spread
and her knees in  the air. Perfect, so he swoops in and really goes at it
until he gets his rocks  off, and then flies away. Wonder woman asks, 'What was
that?' The Invisible man  says, 'I don't know, but my ass is in pieces.' We
get a good laugh out of that,  with Chubby muttering, "Ya gotta love when
the super heroes get  laid."


Lee's got another one. He goes, "A dwarf with a pronounced lisp visits a
stud farm to buy a female 'horth'." And Lee does the perfect lisp saying
horse  as horth. He says, "The farmer shows him a mare and the dwarf lisps, 'Can
I thee  her eyeth?' The farmer picks up the dwarf so he can look at the
horses eyes,  then sets him on the ground. The dwarf says, 'Nithe eyeth. Let me
see her eerth  now'. The farmer rolls his eyes and picks the dwarf up
again. The dwarf nods his  head in approval so the farmer put him down,  as the
dwarf is saying, 'Now  I want to see her twot." The farmer's pissed off by
now, so he roughly picks up  the dwarf by the scruff of the neck and shoves
the dwarf's head deep in under  the mare's tail, and holds it there awhile.
Then sets the dwarf down hard. The  dwarf's wiping his face with his sleeve.
Then he says, 'I guess I need to  weefwaze that. Can I see her wun around."
It takes a second to let it sink in,  and them we get twot and trot. It's
worth a good laugh thinking about the  dwarf's head in the mare's twot, ha ha.
Chubby goes, "Here's a good one in honor  of Robby and Dylan. Two gay men
decide to have a baby. They whack off together  and combine their sperm for
artificial insemination into a surrogate mother.  Nine months later the two
gay men rush to the hospital to see their baby. Behind  the glass of the
nursery they see a dozen newborns crying and carrying on, but  one newborn in the
corner is smiling serenely. A nurse comes by and the gays are  delighted to
discover the happy baby is theirs. One of the gays says, 'Isn't it
wonderful that our baby is so happy in there.' The nurse says, 'Yeah, he's happy
now, but just wait until you see the fuss he makes when we take the pacifier
out  of his ass!'" We scream with laughter getting everyone in the
restaurant's  looking at us. Lee goes, "Can you believe we also get paid for this.
Free  breakfast and all the yuck's we can handle, and we get paid for  it."


After morning break the weather turns really hot so there's not as much
wisecracking between the guys as there normally is. In between jobs Seth and I
 don't even mess around in the truck bed. It's too hot. We have lunch
outside  under the shade of a huge tree and a breeze picks up improving
everyone's mood.  As we eat, the jokes start up again. Chubby goes, "There's this
truck driver who  picks-up a hitchhiker. They're having a nice conversation and
after awhile the  truck driver says he want to show the hitchhiker
something really cool. He pulls  over to the side of the road and reaches back to
let a monkey out of it's cage.  He slap the monkey's face hard. The monkey
blinks, then pulls down the truck  driver's fly and blows him. The truck driver
asks the hitchhiker if he'd like a  little of this action. The hitchhiker
goes, 'Yeah, definitely, but please don't  slap me as hard as you did the
monkey'. The laughing gets us in a good mood  again and Lee jumps in with this.
"Bubba dies in a fire and he's so badly burned  the undertaker calls for
Bubba's two best friends to see it they can positively  identify the body. The
first guy looks at him, then says, 'Turn him over,' so  the undertaker
turns the body over and Bubba's buddy shakes his head, indicating  it's not
Bubba. The undertaker calls in the other friend to be sure. This second  guy
asks him to turn the body over, then says it's not Bubba. The undertaker  asks
them why they both wanted to see the backside of the corpse. One of the
guys says, 'Everybody in town knows that Bubba's got two asshole's,and this
poor  bastard has only one.' The other guys says, "Yep, everyone in town when
they see  us coming says, oh God, here comes Bubba with his two asshole's."
We get a good  laugh and Chubby, not to be outdone, says, "Speaking of Bubba.
On his first day  in his new school up north the teacher ask each child to
count as high as they  can. Most kids got to twenty, but Bubba makes it to
thirty-three before  forgetting what comes next. He ran home after school
real proud of himself. His  dad said he could count better than the other kids
because he's from Georgia in  the south. The next day the teacher asks the
kids to recite the alphabet and  most could only remember up to the letter
'G', but Bubba recited up to  the  letter 'M', then thought the letter 'X'
came after 'M'. But still, he was the  best in the class and his dad claimed
Bubba was the best third grader in the  school because he's from Georgia. As
the days went by Bubba had a fight with the  redheaded kid that sat in front
of him, that he barely won, plus Bubba was the  only one in the class who
knew the nation's capitol was Washington, DC. His dad  said it's because he's
from Georgia. Bubba also loved to watch the other boys  peeing and after
awhile it occurred to him that his dick is bigger than anyone  else's. He ran
home and proudly announced that because he's from Georgia he has  the biggest
dick in his class. His dad says, no that's not the reason this time,
Bubba. It's because you're eighteen years old."


When guys are telling jokes it gets everyone laughing because you get in
that frame of mind, and sometimes it reminds you of a joke. That happened to
me,  so when the laughing subsided about the eighteen year old third grader
from  Georgia, I told one I remember Connor telling me. Holding up my hand,
I say,  "It's my turn...Two foreign nuns were visiting America for the first
time. One  nun told the other that Americans eat dogs. Mother superior
decided that when in  America eat like an American, so when they come upon a hot
dog vendor on the  street, they take a deep breath and ordered a dog each.
The vendor wraps each  hot dog in a bun with foil and hands them to the
nuns. They take them, with  their hearts pounding, over to sit on a bench.
Mother superior wants to set an  example so she unwrapped her's first, and
immediately blushes, rewrapping her  hot dog. She tells the other nun, 'Unwrap it
slowly and see what part of the dog  you got.'" Some groans at the joke,
except for Seth who laughed, explaining to  the guys, "Don't you get it? She
thought it was the dog's cock," which got a  bigger laugh than the joke
because of course everyone 'got it', it just wasn't  that funny to them. Chubby
says, "That's the kind of joke you can tell in mixed  company, except you
wouldn't use the word 'cock' like Seth did. I say, "I got  another groaner for
ya. Two old ladies waiting for a bus had just lit their  cigarettes when it
started to rain. One lady pulls a condom from her purse and  sticks the
cigarette in it so it won't get wet. The other old lady thinks it's a  good idea
so she asks what that thing is and learns it's a condom, and you can  buy
them at a pharmacy. The next day she goes into her neighbor pharmacy and  asks
for condoms. The salesclerk asks what size, and the woman says, 'Oh, I'm
not sure, but big enough for a camel anyway.'" More groans including from
Seth.  Some guys can tell jokes and always gets laughs, but I'm not one of
them.


All afternoon we're sweating through one of the hottest days of the
summer, but guys burst out laughing from time to time thinking back on one of  the
jokes they heard today. My favorite is the gay's baby with a pacifier in
his  ass. Jokes are best when the punch line comes at you totally unexpected.
Even  with the laughing everyone is working hard, but we don't finish until
after five  o'clock, when most days we're done at least an hour earlier.
Riding in the back  of the truck on the way back to the shop I'm looking at
Seth's face. There are  tiny bubbles of sweat all over his cute face and he
looks so sexy, especially  the small droplets of sweat captured in his sparse
whiskers. My face is covered  in sweat too and I get an irresistible urge to
blend our sweat while kissing. My  arm goes around his neck to bring his
head to mine for a hug. Seth grins and  puts his arm around my waist for a
tight hug and then I move our heads so we're  facing and then kiss him on the
lips. We get into a hot and heavy make-out, our  sweaty faces moving against
one another. It's awesomely sexy and my cock gets so  fucking hard the
foreskin's stretching almost painfully, and my boner's  vibrating in my shorts.
Seth's moaning constantly although I can barely hear him  over the noise of
the truck's engine and traffic noise. Our tongues slide  together sexily as
Seth moves a knee to the other side of me and sits on my lap  with our chests
tightly together and us kissing like there's no tomorrow. He  begins humping
his groin against mine and I feel his hard boner poking mine. My  hand is
ruffling the damp hairs at the back of his head as our lips suck  together
and our tongues never stop moving against one another. He gasps,  humping into
me hard, then another hump as his face leaves mine to lay his  forehead on
my shoulder as he fills his underpants with cum. A year ago it would  have
been me climaxing into my jockey shorts, and if we made-out for another
couple of minutes I'd have done it here with Seth.


He snuggles in against me, his sweaty body plastered to mine,  and I  dream
of us being naked like this, sweaty and naked with Seth on my lap and our
cocks against one another. Seth's still hugging me around the neck and I
feel so  much affection for him it almost scares me. It's a sweet form of
affection like  I never feel when I'm with a dominant sex partner. I kiss his
cheek and squeeze  the back of his neck, then kiss his sweating forehead while
my boner's still  percolates with sexy sensations, vibrating in my pants.
Putting my lips on his  ear I ask if he can come over tonight, but he shakes
his head 'no'. Then he  lifts his head and says in my ear, "I got a part time
job last week during  vacation. The painting job didn't work out so I
applied at Whole Foods and got a  job as a bagger. I'm sorry, I'd love to come
over your place tonight, Dylan, you  know that, but I need the money." I tell
him I understand, and he licks my ear,  then says, "I love you, Dylan. I
just had one of the best orgasms of my life,  and it was just from making out
with you." Then he kisses me and nestles his  face against the side of mine.
His body is so docile against me it almost feels  that I'm wearing him like
a heavy sweatshirt. He stays like this until the trunk  does it's familiar
jolt as it goes over the speed bump entering the parking lot  of Dickers
Landscaping and Design company. Seth reluctantly gets off my lap and  sits as
close as he can right next to me. I'm looking at him and it makes Seth  smile
and grab my hand to hold. Damn, what a sweet guy! The tailgate comes down
and we enter the real world again. When Seth stands up I see the big wet cum
stain near the zipper of his shorts, and tell him, "Pull your t-shirt out,
Seth." He looks down, blushes, and then covers the cum stain with his
t-shirt.  Everyone is glad this day is over, but we still take the time to
conscientiously  clean the equipment before putting it away. Then Robby praises
the job we did  today, complimenting each of us individually.


After changing back into street clothes in the locker there are pats on
the back all the way around saying our goodbyes until tomorrow. You can just
sense the esprit de corps within our group and it's a really nice feeling.
I'm  driving Chubby and me home with him bitching about needing to work
tonight,  claiming he's beat after our tough day in the intense heat. Then
without me  mentioning it Chubby repeats my feeling about how the crew has grown
tight and  how it's like none of us wants to let the other guys down, so we
all try  outworking each other. We both feel Robby deserves a lot of the
credit for the  crews positive attitude and I feel so proud of him I want to
brag, 'Yeah, and  he's my boyfriend, ya know', but I don't do that because
Chubby knows Robby and  I are in love...  there's no need to brag about the
obvious. That we're in  love is an accepted fact by everyone who knows robby and
me well. I drop Chubby  off and then drive to the delicatessen to buy
tomorrow's lunch for Chubby and  me. Walking from the Jeep to the deli I remember
Travis Pickles works here. The  reason I came here and not Stop & Shop is
the deli's closer to my condo. In  the bakery section I pick up a couple of
long sub rolls and two plastic  containers of quarter sections of freshly
baked blueberry pies for tomorrows  dessert. Then at the deli counter Travis
smiles and says, "Hi, good looking,  what can I do for you?" Well, I don't
really think he'd do what I'd like to tell  him to do for me, so I say instead,
"Hi Travis, um, I'd like three-quaters of a  pound of thinly sliced smoked
turkey breast." He says, "I'll open a fresh one  for you, Dylan. You look
like you've been working hard today. Did our boy, Rob,  overwork you guys
today?" As Travis is taking the wrapping off a fresh smoked  turkey breast, I
say, "Robby works as hard as any of us, so no, he doesn't  overwork us."
Travis looks up, and says, "I'd be surprised if he did. I love  that guy to
death," and hearing anyone but me say that has me so pissed off I  can't see
straight. To be fair, Travis didn't say it in a taunting way. It was  more of a
casual comment and why wouldn't Travis love Robby?


Travis slices the turkey breast awesomely thin, just the way I like it,
and a lot better than I can usually get the deli guys at Stop & Shop to  slice
cold cuts for me. On the other hand, it's more expensive here, but worth
it. Travis wraps the turkey in butcher paper and while handing it to me, he
says, "If I could steal Robby out from under you, Dylan, I would. You don't
need  to be concerned though because he's made it very clear from the start
it's you  he's madly in love with. Other than your sexy good looks, what's
your secret?" I  shake my head, muttering, "I don't know, Travis, I really
don't, but I'm  grateful for whatever it is." He nods his head in a resigned
manner. I thank him  for doing an awesome job slicing the turkey, then at the
register I realize what  a big deal it is that Travis mentioned Robby being
madly in love with me. He  acknowledged to his rival he doesn't have a
chance and that tells me I'm not the  only one Robby's told he's madly in love
with me. He apparently tells anyone who  wants to know. I hope he remembers
to tell the best pitcher the town of  Framingham ever's produced.


Back at my air conditioned condo I take a much needed shower, and as  great
as that shower felt after the heat and hard work today, it doesn't compare
to how great I feel about my brief exchange with Robby's side-sex boy. He
could  have another side sex buddy too for all I know, but if there's another
I'll bet  Robby clarified my position in Robby's life right from the start
with whoever it  is... I'm number one, dude, and you're not and you never
will be as far as my  true love boyfriend is concerned. It's okay to gloat to
myself, but it would  have been wrong to gloat to Travis. That's not my
style normally and I'm glad I  didn't do that. Damn, I'd sure like to be with
Robby tonight, but he told me at  lunch he had something he had to do tonight
and I didn't pry. It's probably work  related as his dad wants him included
in all the business meetings and such, but  if it's another side sex thing
I'm okay with it now. Robby's explanation last  night about how he accepts me
as I am, that set an example for me to feel the  same about him. We just
turned twenty, and that's young in the big scheme of  things, so we have time
to get everything out of our system before committing  exclusively to each
other. To pass the time, I'm on my computer emailing Connor  and Dodger when
a text comes through on my iPhone. It's from Chubby about  tonight's dinner.
I thought he was going right to work after his shower, but  that's not the
case. He's fixing our dinner and I'm to go up to his place. I  text back
I'll be there in twenty minutes, and then finish my  emails.


When I let myself in Chubby's condo, I find him drinking a beer while
stirring his homemade marinara sauce. I give him a hug and a kiss on his cheek.
He says, "You know, Dylan, I love being loved by you. What would I do
without my  awesome brother?" Running my fingers through his short hair, I
mutter, "You'd be  a shrinking wallflower without awesome me. Actually you
wouldn't be that at all,  but you and me have definitely influenced each other in
more ways than we  probably realize. In case I haven't mentioned it, you're
the single most  important person in my life and I love you in many ways and
in ways I love no  one else." Jeez, I didn't mean to get so maudlin... it
makes my eyes water.  Chubby nods his head, then says, a little choked-up,
"Thanks, Dylan, I know that  comes from your heart and I pray you understand I
feel the same way about you. I  just don't have the balls to express myself
as openly as you do." I squeeze the  back of his neck, muttering, "I know
how you feel about me from your actions,  which speak louder than my words
ever could." He looks at me, "Are you trying to  get me to cry?" I say, "Yes, I
am," and he says, "Well you're doing a damn good  job of it. Get yourself a
beer and don't say any anything else or there'll be  tears in this fucking
sauce." Huh, this is turning into a feel good day all the  way around for
me. First with the guys at work, then hearing confirmation from  an unlikely
source that Robby loves me wildly, and now with my brother. Damn, I  feel
good.


Chubby has Italian sweet sausages on the grill, and a salad in the
refrigerator to go with his delicious pasta dish. He could always make a better
pasta sauce than me. We have two beers and finish off the second one on the
balcony after dinner while we share a cigarette. No more maudlin talk,
instead  we discuss Merrimack and our upcoming sophomore year. Basically we're
both  committing to pay more attention to school work this coming year and less
 partying. We both agree that's our goal, but neither of us seriously
thinks that  we'll carry through with it. We've always done well enough in
school, but it's  never required us sacrificing  having a good time. We balance
the two with  the edge going to good times because we don't see how getting
'A's and 'B's will  benefit our lives significantly over getting 'B's and 'C's
and having a little  more fun while we're doing it. What the fuck, we're
not going to be doctors or  scientist, so what's the big deal? Chubby and I
hug goodbye for now and he  leaves for a few hours of work. I go to my condo
realizing I have nothing in the  way of a date. Hey, wait a minute, I
probably could use a night off, but I call  Sonny anyway because I just remembered
he's due for a haircut tonight. Hot shit,  that could lead to some hot sex.
Devon answers and I learn he and Sonny need to  go with their parents.
They're shopping for school clothes... oh brother! Their  parents need to go with
them? Wow, that's something Chubby and I haven't needed  since we were
twelve years old. Well, I guess it's whatever you're used to.  Sonny gets on the
phone and reschedules his haircut for tomorrow night. He says  he'll avoid
Ray until then because he's worried he'll get suspended. He was  suppose to
get his haircut Saturday, and rescheduled it for tonight, and now  he's
changing that to tomorrow. I wish him luck and figure I'm in for the night.  I
don't want to call Bean because it's a little awkward. At the softball game
he  asked me if I'd blow him. That'd be kind of fun actually, and I like Bean
a lot,  but I don't want him to feel like I'm desperate to suck him off
because I'm not.  Calling Ray isn't even a consideration, and any of the other
posse boys would  want to go to Sunnydales or something, which I don't feel
like doing tonight.  This would be a good time for giving some of the other
posse boys haircuts, but  Sonny was the only one scheduled for tonight. The
shampooing and haircutting is  fun. Okay, it's officially a night off for
me. I'm restless though so I do my  chores, cleaning my bathroom and bedroom.
No fun, but I feel good about it when  it's done. As for sex, there's always
tomorrow.


to be continue...     Donny Mumford    thinat20@yahoo.com


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