Date: Mon, 23 Jun 2014 11:53:53 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: Chapter 78 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 78 by Donny Mumford Thursday morning I get up feeling really good although still a little perplexed about Devon's unusual reaction to our buddy sex last night. He apparently feels he's a terrible person for indulging his desire to do 'it' with me. He doesn't say the word 'fuck', he says, 'it' instead... ha ha, it's kinda funny, especially because he does 'it' very well. That second fuck was so sexy and hot, and I'm not implying that the first one wasn't. It's just that the second one seemed to take Devon by surprise, which is what sometimes happens when the urge comes over a guy so strongly he can't control himself, and it helps if he's with a willing sex partner. However, it's not something he'd want to do with an unwilling partner... there's obviously a Grand Canyon of differences between those two circumstances. Like Devon and me, Ryan and I experienced hot spikes of desire for sex with each other a number of times, and Robby and me too, so it's not like it's unheard of. And, like I said last night to Devon, it's flattering he's got this thing for me, but he needs to give himself a good talking to and get his head straightened out about buddy sex. A little recreational buddy sex on the side relieves built-up sexual desires so you're in a better frame of mind when having sex with your true love. In my case that's Robby of course, and in Devon's case it Annie. Unfortunately some guys are hellbent on making things more complicated than they need to be. I don't know, maybe he's right about me being more mature than he is, although that's kinda hard to believe considering some of the boneheaded things I do from time to time. A good example of that is me going to New York on a magical mystery tour this weekend. A more mature guy would know it makes no fucking sense whatsoever to put myself into uncharted territory like that, but I rationalize matters and break it down to basically a 'what the fuck" kind of thing, just do it and see what happens. It is facing the unknown to a certain degree and therefore mildly dangerous, but certainly not life threatening. It's merely an experience that'll be submissively sexy at the very least, and probably be something totally new. It's simple really... I want to experience a new truly dominant sexual personality because I haven't yet. Obviously someone could twist things around and say I've never jumped off the Empire State building so that'd be a new experience, why not do that? Absurd comparisons are useless, of course. It's creating a straw man position, and then refuting it without ever refuting my original premise. Hell, I'm not going to be in chains this weekend, I can leave whenever I want and I probably will leave early, but I happen to have the balls to see what it's all about first. I've obviously met John and know he's no monster, he's simply a sexual dominant person and a extremely attractive one at that, and then he's a normal guy in all other ways, except his parents are rich. After getting ready for work I make a cup of coffee in the kitchen and then start putting together Chubby's and my lunch. The roast beef is sliced awesomely thin, it's medium rare, and very fresh. Travis opened a new roast beef for me and in every way was very nice and friendly yesterday. I got to admit Robby's got himself a hot side-sex partner there, fer sure. If I didn't know better I might suspect Travis of coming on to me a little yesterday afternoon. No way am I going to encourage him with that though, if that's in fact what he was doing. I'd never pursue anything with Travis because he's Robby's buddy sex partner and I wouldn't mess with that. Hmmm, I do wonder how they're getting along lately? Before I can give that some thought Chubby comes bounding into the condo giving me a hug, and then kissing me on the lips. That's a first! He says, "It's always the bright spot in my day when I first see you, Dylan." Well, that naturally gets a really big smile from me as I nod my head, mumbling, "Tell me more." He squeezes my hand, "Oh, I'd just embarrass myself gushing over how awesome you are." I give him a look, then ask, "Okay, what is it? What do you need from me?" and he's like, "Don't be silly, there isn't any 'it' or anything I need from you. It's something cool I've worked out and want to include you in my plans." Uh huh, sure. I ask, "Well, do tell then. What's your, um, plan?" He does a nervous laugh, "Well, ha ha, it's a blind date for you with a college friend of Gina's. She'll be in town for a few days and, oh yeah, she lives in Las Vegas, isn't that cool?" I go back to making our lunch, muttering, "Las Vegas, that's thrilling alright. Um, there's this little matter of me being gay of course, but don't let that screw up your plans." Chubby says, "Well, yeah, but as you like to say, it's a mere technicality. They don't know your gay." I say, "Yes, but that doesn't change the fact that I am." Chubby smirks, then says, "Here, let me help with those roast beef subs. We need to put more roast beef in them for one thing." He starts heaping on the thinly sliced roast beef as I give him my best dead eye stare. He chuckles, then says, "Gina saw that picture of you and me. The one I carry in my wallet now that dad's picture's in your wallet, and she just squealed when I told her you're my brother. I sorta inferred you'd go on a blind date with one of her girlfriends sometime. As for the specific blind date I'm talking about, it's a beer party so they'll be lots of other kids there. Her brother Geno is going with his girlfriend too." Hmmm, that peeks my interest. Geno and Gina, brother and sister, too cute. So as not to be too obvious about my interest in Geno, I say, "You've managed to go through twenty year of life without fixing me up with a blind date, so why now?" He says, "It's not my fault you're so cute and Gina was gaga staring at your picture. Ha ha, she even said I should be Judy's blind date so you can be hers. Anyway, I have so set you up with one or two dates in the past. One at Merrimack for certain. Remember, it was at the House Of Blues?" Well, yeah, but I was with that girl only about fifteen minutes the whole night. Chubby says, "Gina will be broken hearted if you say no." I mutter, "Uh huh, that's so not true, but I'll do it for you anyway." He opens his eyes wide, asking, "Really?" I shrug and go, "Yeah, really." I want to do Chubby a favor and at the same time I'm kinda interested in Gina's brother. He's either sixteen or eighteen and I'm not sure which, plus Chubby says the brother's a touchy/feely kid, so ya know, maybe he's on my team. Plus, Gina's cute so why wouldn't her brother be cute too? I say, "Didn't you tell me the little brother is sixteen? Why's he going to a party for twenty year old kids?" Chubby says, "Geno was bull shitting me saying he was sixteen, although he looks sixteen. Gina straightened me out... the kid's eighteen. He's a bull shit artist, but I like him." Wrapping the subs in aluminum foil, I mumble, "Oh yeah, isn't he the one you said was real touchy/feely with you? Chubby laughs, "You're going with Judy, not Geno." I give him a look like, 'Get real!' and he grins, then rubs my head, muttering, "You're incorrigible." We share a cigarette taking our time going down the steps to the Jeep, then it hits me. "Hey, when is this party, Chubby? I'm supposed to do something this weekend." He says, "I know that, it's tomorrow night." Oh great! I gotta get up really early Saturday morning to drive to New York and I'll be out late with Geno, er, I mean that girl, what's-her-name, Friday night. Swell! I say, "Thanks for all the advance notice, bro." He stops on the steps, and looks at me. "I'm really sorry about that, Dylan, but Gina just found out last night Judy was flying in. She has a wedding to go to on Saturday and wanted to surprise Gina. They're best friends at college. I called Lee, but he has a date tomorrow night, so before I tried other guys I thought I'd ask you." We start walking down the steps again, as I ask, "You mean all that stuff about Gina squealing at how cute I am in the picture was a lie? And she won't be broken hearted if I say 'no'?" He goes, "Um, I think I exaggerated a few random details, but Gina did sort of squeal, except she saw the picture a week or so ago. Maybe it wasn't exactly a squeal so much as your picture took her breath away so she wasn't able to say anything. And I didn't actually mention I was going to ask you to be Judy's blind date because, um, let's see, why didn't I mention it? Oh, I know, I didn't want to build up her hopes that you'd do it until I asked you." I sarcastically reply, "Oh, all of that sounds totally plausible, Chubby, and not even close to sounding like bull shit." He laughs, "Okay, the squealing part I thought would be kind of an important factor for you, so I threw it in to get your attention." I roll my eyes, then ask, "By any chance did you mention how much taller I am then you?" He laughs again, "Hmmm, no, I don't believe I did. Just think how thrilled she'll be when she sees how tall you are." I chuckle, "Okay, but lets wear matching outfits on our double date, ya know, like twins and he laughs again, "Um, maybe not for our first double date with them. Let's save that surprise for our second one." Gee, double dating with my brother and Gina's girlfriend. This should be interesting... well, when you consider Geno's going too it's actually a triple date. Nothing new at work today. Seth's hand is still heavily bandaged, but today he's going to try using it with a foam rubber glove he picked up someplace. The glove is big and kind of funny looking, like Mickey Mouse hands, but it cushions his sore hand effectively. No discomfort when he's guiding the walk-behind mower to the truck. He looks so sexy today with his cool- looking wispy blond whiskers. When we're sitting on the bed of the truck heading for the first job of the day, I reach over and feel Seth's whiskers. He grins at me and feels my smooth whisker-less chin. Damn, I really like Seth, but our sex together isn't the hottest I've ever had. It's good though, I'm not saying it's not, but he'll never be the dominant type. It'll be sweet sex with Seth, which is damn nice too. I'm just afraid he's too attached to me and he'll be hurt in the end. I'd hate that. I guess I'm putting all my eggs in the Connor basket hoping and praying that works out and those too fall for each other. Then Seth can pine away for Connor and exchange love letters with desire in his heart for the time Connor's on leave again. That would be so nice for both of them. They're really made for each other. Seth's very experienced at supporting himself and he's even begun putting himself through college using Internet courses. He's very conscientious about that, and God knows Connor's as conscientious as a person can be about everything, and he's overcome many negative aspects of his life too. Yeah, my matchmaking will succeed! Seth cups my ear to yell, "Will you be around this weekend?" I tell him the lie about the bowling tournament. He acts disappointed because he says he's finally caught up on most of his college stuff and only needs to work during the day at his Whole Foods part time job. He has off Saturday night and all of Sunday and was hoping we could hook up. Ya know, without intending to, Seth can make be feel sad more than any other guy except, well, except Connor. Damn, life's not fair for those two. I can include Cory in there too, but I'm not sure at all that he's gay. In fact I don't think he is. The work moves along smoothly today with everyone in a good mood joking and breaking each other's balls the way friends can do without even an ounce of malice involved. It's for laughs and we have a lot of laughs on the job. There's a lot of arms across shoulders and wonderful camaraderie too. After lunch Robby nods at me so I saunter over to him. We smile at each other. Just seeing him makes me smile. He asks, "We all set for our date tonight, Dylan?" As I light a cigarette, I go, "You bet, you still want to start with a haircut?" He goes, "Oh, yeah, if you don't mind. I've got the Boston seminar this weekend and need to look sharp. I just found out this morning I'm not staying overnight in Boston Saturday." Robby takes a drag off of my cigarette, as I ask, "Why aren't you staying overnight?" He exhales smoke, shrugging, then mutters, "Oh, something about one of the instructors had a death in the family so about a third of the scheduled presentations have been canceled." I ask, "You disappointed?" Robby goes, "Nah, I didn't want to stay overnight on Saturday anyway. I'd be sharing a room with fat Frank Fontain, who isn't too cool. Glad I don't need to do that now." Exhaling smoke, I mutter, "Frank seems grumpy every time I've seen him. Glad I don't work for him." Robby calls out to Lee, "Five minutes, Lee, then lets get the guys moving," then to me, "So, um Dylan, is that bowling thing still on this weekend with Cory?" I do a fake cough, and go, "Uh huh, I'm staying there Saturday night." He nods his head, as I babble on, "Gee, ya know, I thought you'd be tied-up all weekend, or ya know..." He makes a face, "Yeah, shit happens, but we just gotta go with the flow. We'll be in our apartment in two weeks and make-up for all the missed opportunities to be together this summer." I nod my head feeling like shit for lying to Robby. It's so not cool lying to Robby, Chubby, and the moms! Dammit! Still, I dug myself this hole so I gotta follow through with it now. Robby rubs under his nose as I step on my cigarette butt, then unconsciously I smell the back of my wrist. Robby says, "That bowling thing you're doing this weekend is just my bad luck kicking in. I'm, ah, not going out with Travis Saturday night, obviously, because I thought I'd be in Boston. When I found out I wouldn't be staying overnight, guess who I thought of first?" I go, "Um, Seth?" and he chuckles, "No, you, knucklehead." I say, "I was kidding, but I know Seth's free Saturday night. I don't mean for a date of course, I mean you guys could see a movie or something." Robby thinks about that, then says, "Well, since you won't be around, I'm thinking of seeing what my bud Dick Love's got going Saturday night. I know he just broke up with his girlfriend, but maybe Seth would like to join us." I ask, "Who's Dick Love?" "He's on our summer league baseball team, the starting center fielder. Good guy. Maybe we'll grab dinner someplace and see what's happening after that." I go, "It would be embarrassing for Seth to have to tell you this himself, so I'll give you a heads-up and say it for him. He doesn't have money to eat out, but the thing is he wouldn't admit that and he'd spend tuition money or money for something else important. It's like that fifty dollar haircut he had when he first started working on your crew. He couldn't afford it, but his pride wouldn't let him admit that to the hair stylist he knew from his old neighborhood, so he paid for the haircut and ate Ramen noodles all week for breakfast, lunch, and dinner." Robby shakes his head, muttering, "Life is so unfair to some guys. Seth's such a good guy too. Maybe he'd let me treat him to dinner." I go, "Please don't put him in that position, Robby. I know you mean well, but he'd be mortified accepting charity. He's struggling financially, but he still has his dignity. Best to let the dinner thing slide." We're walking over to the truck with Robby mumbling, "Damn, that depresses me. Hey, how about this... I'll have the guys over for a little barbecue and some beers. My folks will be in Boston so we'll have a boys night out. Maybe I'll invite Lee too and a couple other guys from the baseball team. Play some cards or something." I go, "You're a good guy, Robby. I'm glad you're my boyfriend, but let me handle the invite to Seth, then you can make it official as if I hadn't already told him. He's a little shy, although he covers it up really well." Robby says, "I'll leave it in your capable hands, then he squeezes the back of my neck, leans close, and says, "I love you in so many ways it's bordering on insanity," and he kisses my cheek, which is a wild and crazy thing for him to do. Wild and crazy from his perspective, I mean, certainly not from mine. For me it's like so-what if the guys see us kissing, they know we're boyfriends. Robby's of the opinion it isn't professional kissing on the job, and of course he's right, it isn't. Being professional is overrated though if you ask me, but I respect Robby's view on the matter. Tonight our date should be hot. Before he climbs up in the truck's driver's seat, I say, "How about having dinner with Chubby and me tonight, Robby." He goes, "Thanks, I'd like that. You brothers cook good. See you after my short meeting at five tonight and then a quick shower. Is six o'clock okay?" I go, "Yep, this'll be a good date night, Rob." He laughs at the 'Rob'. Then I walk around and climb up into the back of the truck and sit next to Seth. He slides over so he's right next to me, grinning his cute grin. I say, "You're cute, do you know that?" He goes, "I had a suspicion I was, mostly because you've told me I am about two dozen times." I go, "Well, you are. Listen, Robby's gonna have a barbecue Saturday night for a few guys and you're invited." Seth goes, "Oh, um, why didn't he invite me himself?" I put my arm across his shoulders, which is Seth's signal to meld into my side, as I say, "He is going to invite you himself. He doesn't know I'm telling you, and I'm only telling you ahead of time to prepare you. Guys like you and me get a little shy with certain social situations occasionally, and I wanted to give you a heads-up so you're prepare to casually say, 'Dude, thanks, that sound cool,' and Robby will fill you in with times and whatever." Seth smiles, "I need someone like you to look out for me, but you're not shy. I am though, and I admit it. Thanks, Dylan!" Robby's barbecue and beer party for guys only sounds like fun. It's cool both Robby and Seth can have a nice time, but I gotta wonder what I'll be doing while the barbecue's going on... yeah, I wonder. See, that's where the adventure comes in for me. Anyway, the rest of the day goes as smoothly as it did in the morning and we finish early. Back at home base we change into street clothes, exchange fist bumps, and then everyone heads for home. Chubby and me walk to our Jeep as I'm explaining about Robby joining us for dinner. Chubby says, "That's cool, Dylan, but I've got to finish some stuff for old man Foster right after dinner. That way I can have tomorrow night off. We'll pick up the girls at eight and we'll definitely sneak in some front loading tomorrow right." I mutter, "Front loading is essential if I'm going on a date with a, gasp, girl." He laughs. Chubby is always laughing and I'm so happy he's happy because I don't shine if he don't shine. When we're both shining it a bright light in life as far as I'm concerned. He drives as I stare at him, admiring his looks. To me he's cuter than me, but he doesn't agree. Looks-wise I rate Robby first, Chubby second, Travis third, Seth fourth, and about twelve other guys before my seventeenth place finish. I rate them this way because I'm modest about my awesome appearance, ha ha! I'm just goofing around because I feel good. Dinner with my two favorite guys, then a date with the love of my life and tomorrow an adventure on a triple date with Chubby and the soon to be known, Geno. And, oh yeah, three girls. Actually I feel a lot better about girls than I used to, more comfortable with them now that I've gotten to know the posse boys' girlfriends. Girls can be funny and fun to be with too, plus there's no sexual stress on my part. It's kind of relaxing and makes me a better rounded person. I hope it does anyway. Taking a girl to a party, or just being at a party where girls are present, it helps tremendously that I'm a good dancer, and I can thank Willie for that. Hmmm, Willie? I thought I'd have heard from him by now. Hope he's okay. Chubby and I take showers, then meet in his condo so we can put a scalloped potato casserole in the oven before we go for tonight's protein, and we're still not sure what meat we'll get for dinner. Luckily everything goes with scalloped potatoes. There are a million recipes for scalloped potatoes, by the way, but we do our own. Chubby thinly slices the peeled red bliss potatoes while I make a roux from equal parts flour and butter. When the flour's cooked, but still a pale white color, I begin adding light cream little by little until the mixture is loose. Next a dash of nutmeg and then, with the fire turned off, I melt about three ounces of cream cheese into the mixture. When it gets bubble in the oven and combines with the potato's starch it'll thicken up nicely. I slice half of a Vidalia onion thinly and dice one celery stalk. A Pyrex baking dish is sprayed with a nonstick spray, then some of the roux mixture coats the bottom and we begin layering the potato slices, onion, celery, then more roux, sprinkling each layer with salt and cracked pepper as we go. Repeat and repeat until the layers are an inch from the top, then pour the remaining roux mixture on top... parmesan cheese is the last ingredient. It all goes into a three-hundred and seventy-five degree oven and off we go to Stop & Shop with me driving. Chubby says, "Lets get something different tonight. We do ribs and chicken all the time." I mumble, "How about calves liver?" and he's like, "Not that different! I'm thinking lamb chops on the grille?" I say, "I like lamb chops, but I don't know if Robby does. How 'bout texting him," so Chubby does and gets a response right back. A single word, 'Yum!'. I go, "Okay, that's a possibility, but only if they're on sale. Lamb's expensive." Inside Stop & Shop I do my usual quick review of talent, meaning I check for cute bag boys and cashiers. Nothing of particular interest today so we walk over to the meat counter and eliminate lamb chops from the discussion right off the bat. For one thing the selection isn't good, and for another thing it's $15.99 a pound. It's even more than that per pound when you consider the bones are included in the weight. I go, "Okay, plan B, how 'bout streak?" Chubby shrugs, "That's not something different, but we'll take a look." Hmmm, the steak's real pricey too, then I snap my fingers, and say, "London Broil! A sweet and spicy London Broil on the grille." Chubby goes, "Awesome, bro! It's on sale for $4.99 a pound too. Dude, we haven't had London Broil all summer." We buy a nice looking flank steak that's a pound an three-quarters, then we're off for the produce department. Fresh native corn on the cob and ripe native tomatoes are our objective. Chubby says, "The sign over the corn says, 'Harvested today' so it's probably not more then two or three days old." I chuckle, "That's the cynical brother I love." We strip a thin bit of husk from a dozen ears until we find six with small shiny kernels, then chose tomatoes. Checking out our few purchases in the 'ten items or less' line I see a kid come in from the parking lot with a long row of shopping carts he's rounded up and he's now pushing them through automatic doors. Well okay, finally some eye candy. My only criticism is his longish wavy hair. Other than that he's a keeper. Slim, with a cute face and a few whiskers on his chin. He's got that pissed-off expression on his face, giving the impression of a cute bad-ass. Ha ha, you gotta love teenage boys. Wait, a goofy looking kid just whispered something to bad-ass and he grins this awesome grin, oh my God, is that cute! My concentration is broken with Chubby's saying, "Dylan. Dylan!" and I'm like, "Huh, what?" He says, "Put the stuff on the counter so the lady can ring it up on the register." I look at the lady, who staring at me with her mouth twisted a little. She says, "Whenever you're ready. Don't mind these people you're holding up." I drop the package of flank steak, tomatoes, and the ears of corn, mumbling to Chubby, "How come I'm always the one carrying the stuff?" He smiles, "I don't know, maybe because you're the older brother." The lady says, "That'll be $12.99," I look a Chubby who's holding up a ten dollar bill so I dig a ten out of my pocket and we hand both tens to her. She rings it in and gives me change: a ten dollar bill, two ones, and a penny. I say, "You gave us too much." She frowns, looks at the money I'm showing her, then slips the ten from my fingers and replaces it with a five dollar bill. The man bagging, a retiree obviously, hands me the plastic bag with our stuff in it and mutters, "Have a good one," and the register lady begins ringing up the next person's items. I say, "You're welcome," to the cashier, who doesn't even look up. As we walk away, I say to Chubby, "How about the ungrateful cashier not even thanking me for saving her five dollars. That would come out of her pocket at the end of the day when they tally up." Chubby shrugs, "Some people suck, plain and simple. The trick is to not let them bother you." I say, "Well it bothers me and did you hear that old guy mumble, 'Have a good one'? We've both worked in Stop & Shop and you're supposed to smile and make the customer feel good about paying too much for stuff." He pats my back, saying, "You owe me three-fifty." I hand him the plastic bag and come up with his share of change, muttering, "Six dollars and fifty cents each is damn reasonable for feeding dinner to three guys." He says, "That's the spirit, Dylan, look at the positive side of things. Just to be a brat I bitch about the ungrateful register clerk all the way home and instead of getting annoyed, Chubby gets into a laughing fit, muttering, "Dylan, you're too funny." Inside the condo I check the casserole and it's already bubbling away. We shuck the corn on the balcony while smoking a shared cigarette and drinking a bottle of beer. I'm telling Chubby that the reason we're so tight is we always see the best in each other. Like coming home with me complaining about the register clerk, Chubby saw the funny side of how useless my complaining to him is, and instead of getting in an argument about it he thinks it's funny the way I let things bother me. Chubby goes, "Actually I wanted to pop you in the mouth and tell you to shut the fuck up." I go, "No you didn't, that's a lie. You'd never even think that about me." He goes, "I know, you're right it was a lie, I wanted to give you a hug," and so we hug, as he says, "Thanks for doing the double date thing for me tomorrow night." I tell him, "I'm more comfortable around girls now. They're nice." He says, "Yeah, some of them are and some of them aren't, just like some guys are cool and some aren't." Well, no sense splitting hairs, but I think a higher percentage of guys are cool, but I agree with the overall premise. Chubby starts the gas grille and then we go inside to mix extra-virgin olive oil, salt, sweet paprika, light brown sugar, and chili powder together into a paste and rub this spice mixture all over the steak. Setting it aside to marinate, we share a second cigarette on the balcony finishing our beers. The door bell rings, and I say, "I'll get it, that's Robby," and run to the front door to find that indeed it is Robby. He holds up a bottle of wine, saying, "Compliments of my dad's wine cabinet," we kiss, then I say, "Thanks, um, do you like wine?" He shrugs, "Sometimes I like it alright. This one you might like too," then he squeezes the back of my neck affectionately and I lean against him for a second as we grin at each other. Love is awesome and being in love is the awesomeness form of love. Robby gets his arm around my neck and pulls my head to his so he can do a long kiss on the side of my forehead. He lets go of me, saying, "I love, love, love how you smell." I go, "You too, Robby," and Chubby comes in, saying, "What have you got there, Dylan?" I show him the bottle of wine, mumbling, "Robby brought it for us to have with dinner." Chubby says, "How adult of you, boss, thanks. Here, let me have it, bro, I'll see if I can work mom's wine bottle opener contraption." I say, "Robby, how about putting the corn in that pot of boiling water and I'll get butter on the plates." Tris has long, narrow, curved corn on the cob plates... I put three pads of butter in each. We eat the corn as an appetizer and after the first ear Chubby puts the steak on the grille and I take the scalloped potatoes out of the oven all bubbly and thick with some light browning on top. We all eat the second ear of corn without much conversation except a muttered, "Delicious," now and then. Sweet corn on the cob with salt and butter is an amazingly fabulous way to get a vegetable into your diet. Chubby turns the steak over and we try the wine. First taste is borderline ghastly, but I've had worse. We're drinking the wine from wine glasses which is the coolest part of drinking wine. Sophisticated, ya know. The London broil must be cut thin on the bias, across the grain, or it can be a tough cut of meat. The potatoes, plus the sweet, spicy London broil, and sliced locally grown tomatoes make for a delicious dinner. We eat it all, talking mostly about returning to Merrimack in a little over two weeks, and our apartment and what we'll do differently this year, although our best intentions probably won't come to fruition. The three of us handle the clean up and then Chubby hurries off to his part time job. Robby and me bring the rest of the wine down to my condo and drink it on the balcony smoking a Marlboro light. It's a beautiful evening in mid August. Robby asks, "You gonna be able to give me a good haircut after drinking?" I say, "Oh yeah, I had one light beer and a glass of wine. Ah, are you going into Boston tomorrow night with your parents?" He says, "I'm thinking about it because the first meeting's at eight o'clock Saturday morning." I ask, "What about fat Frank Fontain?" He says, "Fat Frank isn't staying in Boston tomorrow night, which is why I think I will. In any case I have a meeting at work first." I say, "Guess what I'm doing tomorrow night." He can't guess it of course so I tell him, and he laughs. "A blind date with a girl. Oh man, I'd like to be a fly on the wall for that." I mutter, "Yeah, tell me about it. I couldn't let Chubby down though, and anyway..." and I tell him about Geno. Robby says, "Well, poor Geno doesn't have a chance, but don't tell me the details." I go, "Oh fer God sakes, nothing's gonna happen. It's just fun checking him out." Then we start talking about us and drift closer together until I say, "Kiss me, Robby, you look sexy." Robby's just inhaled a drag from his cigarette, so we do a cigarette smoke kiss where I inhale his exhale and we both exhale smoke from our nose. This makes us laugh, then Robby says, "You do it this time," so I inhale and our lips come together for a kiss with my exhaled smoke drifting partially into Robby's mouth, but this time we both cough as the smoke comes out in short puffs. "Fuck that," Robby mutters with a grin. He flicks his butt over the balcony railing and I flick mine into the evergreen shrub that mom put on the deck in a big ceramic pot for decorations. Robby snickers, muttering, "My spastic boyfriend." He picks my butt out of the branches and flicks it way the fuck out there. We both watch it until it hit's the parking lot with sparks flying. "That's how you do it, baby," he says to me, then wraps me in his arms and sways us back and forth while kissing my cheek. "Oh, I love you too much, Dylan. I have insane fantasies of us, mostly before going to sleep at night. Fantasies of us getting stranded on a beautiful island in the Pacific with warm weather and white beaches and we're the only ones on the island." My hands rub his back and up the back of his head, as I mumble, "What do we eat?" He chuckles, "Um, there's an abandon bar and restaurant stocked with our favorite food and drink just for us, and a luxurious apartment over the restaurant." I mutter, "Convenient... that's a hell of a fantasy." He kisses me some more, then licks my lips, "Mmmm, you taste so good, Dylan. Oddly, in the dream we're handcuffed together and can't get loose so you're always beside me." Ha ha, sounds perfect. Robby does a passionate kiss on my lips now, slowly his tongue moving against mine as his lips suck mine and his hands massage my butt cheeks pulling my crotch tightly against his. I get the hardest boner imaginable and make whiny sounds of desire in my throat. Without moving his lips from mine, he walks me step by step backwards into the living room still clutching me to him, his tongue moving on mine until I'm dizzy with desire. Inside the condo now, still kissing, he lets go of my ass and pulls my shorts and underwear below my buttocks. His lips make a wet sucking sound when he pulls them from mine. Licking up the front of my nose twice leaves my nose dripping with saliva, he then turns me around and I stand there gasping with my boner sticking straight out from my groin. It's so hard it looks like the foreskin might split, and as I stare stupidly at it as a large pearl of precum squeezes out of the pee slit and slowly gives in to gravity and drops, plopping on the carpet, "Splat." Robby's fire hydrant shaped four inch boner pokes my asshole, and I go, "Oooh..." Robby punches it inside me with a soft, "Mmmm," as his arm come around my belly down near my cock. He pulls me back onto his hard boner with me making squeaky noises of pleasure and my shoulders shuddering the way they do, seemingly on their own. When he's tight against my ass cheeks, compressing them as much as they'll allow, Robby nuzzles his face where my neck and shoulder meet, kissing, licking, then biting lightly. Still fully impaling me and giving me that awesome sensation of a full rectum, my head lulls back on his shoulder, the side of my forehead against the side of his chin. His familiar sexy scents fills my mind as Robby squeezes me, licking my head and then pushing it to the side so he can put his wet lips on my ear, and murmur's, "You're mine, Dylan, all mine. Try the others if you must, but in the end you're mine, aren't you?" My face feels hot as I sink into a luscious trance, feeling like we're floating. I murmur, "Yes, Robby, I'm yours and you're mine," and he begins slowly fucking me until my head comes up and I'm squirming in his arms, moaning until I don't even know where I am. "Mmmmm, Robby, oooh, um, um, um." He picks up the speed of his thrusting, slamming into my ass, groaning and moaning himself now. His fat cock drives up my ass over and over and over forcing me up on my toes, "Aaah, ah, ah, ah." All I hear or know about in my world is this incredible erotic sensation in my rectum that's spreading all over me, and the ,"Slap, slap, slap, slap," sound filling my world with pleasure. Robby won't stop until he climaxes as he breathes loudly, then goes, "Aaaah, ooh, ooh, um, um," humping his cock back and forth until my prostate is vibrating and the lips of my asshole are gripping his flying cock. My back arches, and, "Oooooh! Eeeee," with cum pumping out of my cock and me struggling in Robby's strong arms. My hips hump and a long stream of cum flies out, but I never see it land because the sensation of it traveling up the shaft of my boner and out the super sensitized head of my cock caused my eyes to squeeze close. I embrace the otherworldly sensations of this orgasm. Robby humps into me hard, bending me over with his chest on my back and his spunk splashing up into my bowels. He groans and humps against me again as more cum is pumped inside me even as some of the first cum is already coming out and wetting my ass cheeks. A low moan from Robby as we both stop struggling and the amazing climax sensations continue to buzz around my body and then fizzle out and I feel weak, but good. My whole body shudders as the last of the scintillating sensations evaporate into thin air, and then we're still. No movement, just me bent at the waist and Robby draped on my back. Reality seeps back into my brain and I see my familiar surroundings. If I looked around and discovered I was on Robby's fantasy island it wouldn't have surprised me. Taking a hand off my knee I slowly raise it to my nose and smell a familiar smell on the back of my wrist, thinking again, 'I do smell good... they're right'. Crazy thought, but I'm in a contended frame of mind, not fully thinking straight yet. That was an unexpected, but thrilling sexual experience with my true love Robby. As I take a deep breath Robby lifts off my back, pumps my ass a few times with me sucking air in through my teeth savoring the wonderful feelings inside me, then he backs off pulling his cock out of me, and cum rolls down the inside of both my thighs. He takes a deep breath, mutters, "Wow," then he smacks my ass, and says, "You're perfect, Dylan. I wouldn't change a single thing about you even if I could. Every time we have sex together I love you a little more, every time we kiss I love you more, every time I lay eyes on you I love you more." I go, "Smack my ass again to prove it," and he does, "SMACK!". He chuckles, "You can't help goofing around, can you?" I straighten up, turn to him, and say, "I goof around to keep from crying. Your words of love inspire me and touch my heart with the sincere way you say the words until I want to cry tears of joy. That would be embarrassing though, so I goof around instead, but everything you say to me I feel for you equally." We hug and I have a few tears because I meant what I said. When I'm with Robby my alley-catting ways seem so pointless and stupid, and yet I do it. I know who I'm ending up with though, and that's a comforting feeling. We kiss and then Robby say, "Let me clean you up a little. I made a mess in your rear end. Just stand here, okay?" He goes in the kitchen and wets a few paper towels, then comes back and cleans his cum off my ass and thighs. Using a dry paper towel to dry me. Done with that he asks the same thing most 'tops' ask, "Was that good for you, Dylan, because it sure was for me?" I say, "It was perfect, Robby, just like you." He looks at me as he makes a funny face, then mutters, "Neither of us is perfect, but we're pretty close to perfect when we're together." I mumble, "That's what I meant." He pulls my shorts up and asks, "Should we shave our pubes before the haircut?" I say, "Okay by me," and we go downstairs holding hands. I ask, "Did you get a chance to be with that guy from Ken's Steak House?" Robby says, "Andrew Ventura? No, I didn't, Dylan. He called, but I didn't like the way he came on to me right in front of you, and then when I introduced you as my boyfriends he kinda blew that off and just assumed he and I would get together. So when he called I told him I was going out with you the night he wanted to get together. It really pissed me off that he called you the wrong name when he was going back to his table too. I knew right then I was going to blow him off when he called, and I did. I told him not to call again. He's my past, Dylan, you're my future and I felt he dissed my future, so fuck him." We're standing at the bottom of the stairs. I mutter, "Thanks," and he shrugs. I ask, "Um, why didn't you tell me any of this before?" He shrugs again, "I don't know, it seemed awkward just bringing it up to you, like I'd be looking for a pat on the back or something, so I just forgot about it until just now when you asked me." Gee, it makes me feel good Robby was sticking up for me like that, and without ever expecting I'd ask about it because we don't normally mention our side sex. I don't even know what made me think about it. Huh. Inside the half bath, Robby says, "I'll do you first," and naturally I like that Robby still has that touch of 'in charge' about him. It makes me think of how awesomely bossy he was for awhile during the threesome days. I step out of my shorts and underwear feeling totally comfortable being naked in front of Robby. Well, I'm not naked because I have my Polo shirt on, but my privates are about as naked as they can get. I ask, "Are you still considering doing what Ryan asked you to do? You know, being the boss of us twins?" Robby says, "I can only tell you the same thing I told you last time you asked. If you want me to do it, I will. If you can't decide, I'll wait until the three of us are back at Merrimack and see what you and I think about it when we get reacquainted with Ryan." I ask, "He doesn't have any say in the matter?" Robby mumbles, "Not as far as I'm concerned he doesn't. You'll decide and let me know whatever it is you decide." I go, "Oh," and Robby soaks down the stubble around my pecker and lathers on creamy shaving cream. With his hand slippery with the stuff he strokes my cock, saying, "It's easier keeping your dick out of the way of the razor when it's hard. As he strokes it I start little grunts, "Umm, umm, umm, ooh, ooh, aah," and then it gets real sensitive, feeling fantastic, and I go up on my toes again as he continues stroking my cock. He asks, "Feel good, boyfriend?" I grunt, "Yeah, but my penis is more sensitive than most. I feel like I'm going to cum." Robby mutters, "You just had a big climax ten minutes ago." All I can say is, "Mmmmm, oooh," thinking of Junior who can cum multiple times, the lucky bastard. Robby leans around me and pushes his finger up my ass. I lean forward and grab hold of his shoulders my face hear the top of his head. He continues stroking my cock and now finger fucking me too, mumbling, "I'd like to see this." I moan, "Ooooh, Robby, mmmmm." He says. "Holy shit, the way you're getting aroused is turning me on again," pulling his finger out of my ass, he mutters, "Lean over and grab the sink and stick your ass up." He stands behind me, smacks my ass hard, "SMACK!" then slides his cock up my still loosely opened anus and starts fucking me hard. Really pounding his cock up my ass, his hands gripping my hips. Three or four minutes of his cock ramming up my ass and I keep thinking I'm right on the verge of cumming, but I don't actually climax. Now Robby begins quiet moans of pleasure which gets me more sexually aroused. "Mmm, mm, mm, oh." He smacks my left ass cheek, "SMACK!" and it rings out and echo's off the tile. Slamming into my ass, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," really fast, and I'm whining with the need to climax now, and then it's on me just like that and I squeal thrusting my hips as a plop of watery cum splats against the front of the sink feeling strange, but great too. Robby keeps fucking me for another minute or so with me stroking myself and holding myself steady by my one hand on the sink absorbing Robby's body slamming against me. He cries out, laying against my back humping his hips and almost whining as much as I did. Then we are still. Robby's breathing deeply from the effort he put into that fuck. His chest damp with perspiration against my back. After a bit he straightens up and steps back... we both do a quiet, "Oooh," when his cock pulls free. A drool of cum slides down my smacked butt cheek as I stand up and turn around. We look at each other for a second, then Robby shrugs, and says, "That was random, huh?" I grin, nodding my head, muttering, "Yeah, but we should do more of it." He gives me a hug, saying, "Oh God, what would I do without you." A quick kiss on the lips, then we start the grooming all over, this time without stroking my cock. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help them with the expense of maintaining this huge story site.