Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 16:33:31 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 79 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 79 by Donny Mumford We enjoyed a really good dinner an hour ago, Chubby, Robby, and me. Chubby left after dinner for his part time job, so what do Robby and I do in the meantime? We make love twice in my condo, that's what we do. And, get this... tomorrow night I'm going on a triple date with a girl. Yep, I'm on a blind date with a girl named Judy, my brother Chubby's with Gina, and the third couple is Gina's eighteen year old brother, Geno, who'll also be going to the beer party with his girlfriend. Should be an adventure, but probably not the adventure I'll have this weekend in New York. It's surprising that I'm actually going follow through on the trip 'cause it's kinda stupid, but I'm feeling compelled somehow. It's like I don't want to let John down, but enough about that for now. Other things are on my mind, like Robby and me in the half bathroom shaving each others pubic stubble. Robby's doing me first with his left hand moving my cock out of the way of the razor. His fingers on my pecker aren't even turning me on a little bit like it normally would. That's because we just had sex two minutes ago. As Robby finishes the shaving and begins washing the lather from my belly and crotch, I run my fingers through his two tone blond hair thinking it looks a little shaggy. Not really surprising since his awesome hair grows fast and it's been over three weeks since his last haircut. When Robby's dried my private parts, I pull my pants up and he pulls his down, saying, "I really like the feel and look of a shaved groin." I mutter, "It's a very clean sexy look, fer sure." On my knees, it's my turn to wet down and then lather all around Robby's cock and balls. No sense stroking his dick because he just used it quite successfully up my rear-end twice, as I've mentioned. We're both definitely out of ammunition, spunk-wise, at least for the next couple of hours. I carefully shave his stubble of pubic hairs, asking, "Robby, are you noticing any signs of whiskers yet?" He goes, "Yeah, on my upper lip and chin, but I've been shaving the peach fuss every couple of days. It's kinda cool, although late arriving. How about you?" I mutter, "Not yet, but something should be happening soon, although mom did tell me my dad didn't have any whiskers, or much body hair of any kind for that matter. Of course he was only seventeen at the time he unfortunately died." Robby mumbles, "I'm so sorry that happened, Dylan." I nod my head, but don't respond because I get emotional about it now that I know what my dad looked like in life. Dead just before reaching his eighteen birthday... that's way too young to die. Robby pats my shoulder looking sad. Taking a deep breath, I change the subject, "Have you considered not shaving the peach fuzz? It might look sexy." Robby mutters, "Okay, when we go back to college I won't shave and we'll see how you like it, but dad likes his supervisors to be clean shaven." I go, "Huh. Okay, um, what kind of a haircut do you want this time, Robby?" He says, "I don't know, do you have any suggestions?" Everybody's been asking me that lately. Finished rinsing off the lather I feel all around his nice looking cock and balls, muttering, "Perfectly smooth," and then towel dry the area. Standing up, I'm unconsciously smelling the back of my hand, then quickly realize I'm doing it and curse Dougie Hamilton under my breath for putting this silly habit in my head. Okay, he didn't put it in my head on purpose, but it's in there just the same because I watched him doing it and somehow I caught the habit from him, like catching the flu. That kid intrigues the hell out of me though. Dropping my hand, I run my fingers through Robby's hair again wondering what type of haircut to suggest for him. Then the haircut I gave Sonny's motorbike friend, Jamison, comes to mind. I say, "How about if I leave the hairs on top long enough to comb down, but cut the bangs real short along your hairline? I gave a haircut like that to Sonny's friend and he has hair that's very much like yours and mine. It looked pretty cool when I was done with his haircut. It's a minimal maintenance hair style, but different from a flattop or buzz cut." He shrugs, "Sure, I'll try it." He pulls his pants up as I rest the back of the chair against the rim of the sink, tilting the chair back so the front legs are off the floor. Robby gives me a cute grin and sits down for his shampoo. After kissing the top of his head, inhaling his sexy scent, I wet his hair using the spray attachment that's hooked to the faucet, and then massage shampoo into his wet hair. As far as I'm concerned doing a shampoo for a cute guy like Robby is a very sexy thing to do. I like running my fingers through his hair, all warm and wet and thick with shampoo. I'm also massaging his scalp with my finger tips and staring at his cute face. This would give me a boner under normal circumstances, but because of our sexual activity recently my little Dylan is laying quietly and contentedly in my underwear feeling snug and happy. After I've shampooed Robby's hair for quite awhile everything begins to feel cold so I need to rinse out the shampoo with warm water. I do that, then towel dry his hair vigorously. We're both quiet during this process enjoying touching and being touched. Robby looks so relaxed and happy with a slight smile on his lips and his eyes lightly closed. I take a deep breath, so happy to be with my true love and looking forward to the more consistent togetherness we'll experience at college. We're not always together at college though, and that's because of my part time job and his baseball team activities. We do take almost the same courses so we're in just about all of our classes together. Looking at him during class is a thrill for me and often gives me a pleasant boner. What an awesome feeling it is being in love! Using the hairdryer and a brush I finish drying Robby's hair, basically training the top hairs to lay flat. When his hair is bone dry, laying forward and flat on the top of his head, I massage his shoulder, then lean over to kiss his forehead. Robby murmurs, "I love you, Dylan." Ah, that's music to my ears. Needing to get on with things I reluctantly take my hands off him and his eyes open, he turns his head to give me a smile, mumbling, "The full salon treatment from you is awesome, boyfriend." He stands then and gives me a kiss. Smiling at each other we do a little clean-up in the half bath and when done with that we're walking over to the barbering stool as Robby's telling me how he called Seth regarding Saturday night and Seth's cool with the barbecue idea. Robby also invited Lee and a few guys from his summer baseball team so it looks like a fun boys' night out. He sits on the stool for his haircut, and I tell him, "You're a sweet guy to do a barbecue so Seth can be included," and I remind him about Seth's situation of only having one friend because he simply hasn't been around kids his own age. He's been working with older men for almost two years prior to this job. I go back to casually massaging his shoulders, as Robby mumbles, "Yeah, Seth hasn't been very lucky in life so far, that's for sure. Do you know what's he going to do at the end of the summer?" I go, "That's a good question that I don't know the answer to. Do you think your dad could make him a full time employee and keep him on over the winter?" Robby's like, "I don't know, but I'll put in a good word for Seth and maybe tell dad a little about his hard luck life. Dad tries to help deserving underdogs, and the design business is a year round operation, plus there's the winter snow removal side of things too, so I'll bet there'll be a spot for Seth." I go, "Awesome, Robby!" He grins, "Gee, I get brownie points from you and I'll be Seth's hero, so I've got incentive to push hard for dad to keep him on as a full time employee. Hell, he's a really good worker so why not keep him with the company. He'll get benefits too, like health insurance and disability coverage." Man, this is making me feel sooooo good! Okay, I'll leave it in Robby's capable hands. Changing the subject, I ask, "Any reunion party plans for the lost boys, Dodger and Connor?" He says, "My parents want to make it more of an intimate party this time. The going away party was awesome, but they want to spend as much time with Dodger as they can during the two weeks he'll be home. I do too, and so does Vinnie of course, so Dodger's gonna be getting a lot more attention than he'll probably want. Oh, and Vinnie's resurfaced finally. He emailed me yesterday hinting that I need to ask you if you'll give him a haircut before Dodger gets home. I forgot about that until just this minute. He wants a GI haircut like Dodger has... ha ha. Young love. Remember our young love a couple of years ago?" I say, "What are you talking about, Robby? We still qualify for young love." He goes, "Not as young as those two, but I see your point. Did you know I'll be twenty next Tuesday?" I go, "Of course I did, you muppet. Happy birthday!" Then I mumble, "Hey, why the fuck didn't Vinnie email me? I texted him three or four times during the summer, at Dodger's request of course, but Vinnie never text back." Robby goes, "Um, he says it's too painful being with you when Dodger's not a part of it. It makes him miss Dodger even more because it's always been you three together. Is he talking about three-way sex?" I push the back of his head, muttering, "Hey! Get your mind out of the gutter, Robby. Vinnie's referring to haircuts they'd always get together. Guess he's willing to suffer through being alone with me now that Dodger's soon to be involved." Hmmm, that unnecessary three-way comment from Vinnie has Robby making a bit of a random wild guess about Vinnie, Dodger, and me doing a three-way. The truth is, I could have countered with a shot of my own by casually mentioning how I accidentally saw the three-way Robby had with Dodger, and Vinnie in their pool house a long time ago. I won't do that though because it's not my nature to throw potentially embarrassing situations in anyone's face. Robby's well aware he had the three-way with them and I'll bet it crossed his mind as soon as he accused me of it. That's probably the reason he's blushing right now. Vinnie undoubtedly was referring to him and Dodger getting haircuts together and our three-way sex-a-thons. He needs to watch what he says. This falls under the heading for me of, 'Keep your side sex to yourself!', which I intend doing. Robby doesn't want to hear about it, which makes so much sense. What would be the point of making Robby jealous or him making me jealous? Robby and I are merely getting the side sex out of our systems and then we'll move on together. It's so freakin' obvious, ya know? I don't know why anyone wouldn't get that. Changing the subject again, I go, "Um, do you think you and me can still have a nice lover's time together in bed later tonight?" Robby turns his head, "I've been sorta considering spending the night with you. Would that be alright?" I go, "Hell yeah, of course! I'd love that. My mom never looks in my bedroom and in the morning we'll be long gone before she wakes up... it'd be okay with her anyway, so we're good." He asks, "What will Chubby say?" I go, "He'll be happy that I'm happy. Me and Chubby have each other's backs no matter what." Robby goes, "I'll do it then. We're twenty years old for all intent and purposes, and we slept together last year at college, so it's time my parents realize I'm grown up and will do grown-up things. We told everyone we're gay and in love because we no longer wanted to be sneaky about it, so that's that." I pat his shoulder, "I agree, boyfriend, good for you," and then I get my arms around his neck to hug him from behind, the sides of our faces together. He turns his head slightly and we kiss a very sweet kiss on the lips, then I kiss his cheek, and say, "Let me do your haircut now." Using a half inch guide I run the clipper on the sides and back of his head, then over the crown like I did with Jamison because I like a bristly look there, and it feels good when rubbing over it with my fingers. The rest of the top is left as is so it'll lay flat on his head. Next I do some tapering at the neck line and around his ears, and then I cut the bangs back to Robby's awesome hairline and taper a little into the longer hairs on top near the front. Outlining around his ears with the trimmer and I'm done, but I snip here and there to make it perfect and to stretch out the haircut experience. Finished I give Robby another hug around his neck and a long kiss on the side of his forehead. I'm so in love with him and his personal scent it's mind boggling. As I'm kissing his forehead Robby reaches back and curls his arm around my neck holding my face against his. Sweet! Finally we let go of one another and I brush loose hair clippings from his shoulders, asking, "What would you like to do now?" Robby says, "First, look at my new 'do', and then I'd like to do some shopping at the mall for some new clothes. You know, head back to college looking good." I pass him the handheld mirror and Robby checks himself out feeling his hair, then looks at me, "It's original, and really styling and different. You're a genius! Ha ha, I can't understand why you're not thinking of a career as a hair stylist." I go, "That's easy, I only like giving haircuts and salon treatments to guys around my own age. If I had a professional shop I'd need to accommodate little kids bitching about getting their hair cut and older guys still wearing their hair in an eighties style, and I don't want to do either of those things. To me, haircutting for my friends is just a fun hobby." Robby gets up, and while putting his shirt on, says, "Actually I'm glad you're not gonna pursue that career because I want you to work for me after college." I say, "Sounds good to me, boss." He grins at me, nodding his head, "I like being your boss and I'm gonna get better at it in order to please you more." That sounds good to me. We clean up the area and then Robby takes my hand and we go upstairs with him asking, "Are you going to buy anything tonight?" I go, "I might buy everything you buy so we can dress alike going to classes on campus." He laughs, "Um, lets not do that." Nobody wants to dress alike... it'd be phat! Robby drives to the mall with us talking about working together after college, although it's probably won't ever happen. As he drives and talks, I stare at the side of his cute sexy face feeling an aching love in my heart, which finally awakens my dick from it's nap. In the mall we check out the men's section in Macy's because Robby likes to buy things on sale, and Macy's always has sales. He buys black Wrangler jeans with skinny legs, two thin and soft flannel shirts, a Nike sweatshirt, and two pair of cargo pants. I carry one bag and he carries the other as we walk around to the Polo section of men's wear. I buy two long sleeve Polo rugby style shirts on sale and a mock turtleneck sweater. Then it Abercrombie and Fitch where I see things I really like, but Robby's soon muttering, "Everything's too expensive," so we check out Sears. I rarely buy anything in Sears, but Robby finds some retro Converse sneakers he likes. They're cool so he buys them and then a cool pair of pajamas that he'll rarely wear to bed, but it's awesome lounging around the apartment in pajama bottoms and even going on campus wearing them. We look at other stuff, but nothing clicks so we take our purchases to the car, then go back into the mall looking for a late dessert. We didn't have dessert with dinner and we both have a sweet tooth that needs attention. As we're approaching the food court, probably without thinking about doing it, Robby takes my hand. I enjoy holding hand with him, but I don't mention it for fear he'd feel self conscious about holding hands in public and let go of my hand. That's the way I used to be in public when Willie held my hand or walked with his arm around my waist, but he broke me of that after awhile. I say, "I'm thinking a piece of cake for dessert tonight would hit the spot, you know, vanilla cake or cupcakes with butter cream frosting." Robby goes, "Yeah, maybe with some ice cream, or pie a la mode. Peach pie and peach ice cream." I go, "Fat chance of finding that in the food court." Robby goes to say something, but we hear. "Dickers, is that you?" Robby stops, still unconsciously holding my hand. We turn and sees three clean-cut looking kids about our age, but I only recognize one of them. Hmmm, I know the pudgy kid, but for the life of me I can't think of his name. Robby says to the tall one, who called out to him, "Talman, what's up?" then realizes he's holding my hand and lets go of it with his face turning red. I give the three kids a blank stare being sure to maintain steady eye contact. The pudgy kid I recognize, but can't think of his name, says, "I'm not surprised your queer, Newman, you look like a pretty girl to start with, but I'm surprised your, um, jock boyfriend here is queer too." I say, "Oh yeah, what about it, pudgy?" He gives me the finger, so I say in a serious manner, "And, ya know, giving the finger and using the word queer are such a childish taunts, don't ya think? Ya know, for someone your age." His lip curls, "Fuck you, fairy," and Robby punches him in the stomach. The kid doubles over in pain as a mall cop comes running and gets between us and the others. The pretend cop talks quickly into his radio, saying some code, adding, "At the food court," then he says to all of us, "No fighting in the mall unless you want to spend a few hours in jail before you see a justice of the peace." Talman points at Robby, yelling, "He sucker punched my friend, Ned." Oh yeah, Ned Sarocini, that's his name. He was in my homeroom our junior year of high school. The mall cop asks Robby, "Why'd ya punch him?" Robby says, "He called me and my friend a homophobic slur," and then I add in my most sincere voice, "Words hurt too, ya know." Everyone except Robby looks at me with frowns on their facers as Robby fights off a chuckle, then another mall cop comes hurrying over obviously excited that there's a little action in the mall giving him the chance to pretend he's a real cop. He says, "What do we have here, Bernie?" Bernie's a tad on the overweight side himself. He nods his head, saying, "Homophobic slurs being tossed around," and Talman again says, "He sucker punched my friend, forget the slur." The second cop says to me and Robby, "You two run alone while my partner and I get to the bottom of this situation of slurs being tossed around." Talman and the third kid, a dorky looking kid with red hair and tiny eyeglasses, quietly says, "He punched this kid in the stomach!" Robby and me walk away as Bernie's lecturing the trio, "We don't tolerate bullying in the mall." The last thing we hear is Talman screaming, "That fag punched my friend... a fucking sucker punch!" As we're heading down the escalator, I ask Robby, "Do you suppose both mall cops are gay?" Robby shrugs, "Maybe they're just upholding political correctness in the mall and feel a punch in the gut is justice for taunting, or maybe they're both gay like you say. Awesome coincidence if they are." I go, "Huh," and Robby grins, saying, "I got that fucker right in the solar plexus too," and we both chuckle, then I go, "That had to sting!" Robby flexes his hand, saying, "No, not at all. It was like punching a pillow." I laugh because he knew what I meant. We wander around the first floor of the mall looking for a place to get either cake and ice cream or pie and ice cream. Finally Robby says, "Lets try Friendly's, there's nothing here that appeals to me." Outside now, we're both looking around for the trio of homophobic slur-throwers, but they don't appear to be around. Robby pulls half a rake or broom handle out of a trash container near the dock where stuff is unloaded from trucks. Holding up the handle, he says, "This makes it and even fight, three against three. That's assuming those asshole are waiting for us in the parking lot." I say, "Just don't kill anyone if you can help it. You tend to lose your mind in a fight." As we're just about to get in the pickup, the kid who I know, yells, "Faggots!" and Talman yells, "That's right, run away, ya fairy girls." The trio is a hundred yards away on the other side of the parking lot. The dorky quiet kid doesn't say a word so I guess his heart isn't into a confrontation. Robby looks at me, and asks, "What do you want to do? We can give them the finger and take off, or go over and kick some ass." I haven't been in a real fight for quite some time, but I'm kinda worried Robby will get carried away if we get into it with these guys. Still, I don't feel like backing down, so I say, "Fuck it, lets go over there." Robby smiles a scary smile, muttering, "I'm gonna do some damage on their asses. That Talman creep isn't tough and the fat one I punched doesn't look like he can get out of his own way." I go, "Plus, the dorky kid doesn't appear to be engaged in this misunderstanding, so it's probably not going to be a fair fight, but they need to learn some manners." Robby's got a 'look' in his eyes that's unsettling. I'm glad he doesn't get that look when he's upset with me. We're walking quickly towards the trio, who have now lost all their bravado and are busy exchanging worried glances with each other. No more taunting of any kind coming from the heretofore big mouths. When we're halfway to them, Talman gives us the finger, snarling, "We're not gonna get in trouble kicking two faggots asses, ya fudge packers. You're not worth the trouble." Robby and I start running full speed towards them. They look startled, then they're bumping into each other trying to get into the car. They all get in with doors slamming. The silent member of the trio is at the wheel and he hurriedly backs out of his parking space too fast, almost hitting another car, then he guns the engine and takes off with wheels squealing. We're on the first floor of a three level parking garage so the sound from the squealing wheels echoes off the cement walls. Robby and I stop to watch the trio leave the parking garage, then they run a red light heading for route 9. Robby nods his head at them, a disgusted expression on his face as he drops the broom handle, and mutters, "Fuck." We turn around and walk back to the pickup. Frankly, as far as I'm concerned those cowards running away like that was better than winning a fight with them. In their hearts they know they turtled like pussies, all bark and no bite. I think Robby would rather have had the fight because he's got sort of dangerous side to him that few people know about, and those few who do know about it aren't likely to fuck with him again... or me either for that matter. This dangerous trait Robby has belies everything else about him that's basically the opposite of dangerous. It's probably good to have that killer instinct for the rare times you need it, but he doesn't appear to have a filter for it, if you know what I mean. At the pickup, Robby says, "Damn, my body's got all this adrenaline floating around in my blood now." He shrugs his shoulders to loosen them up, then says, "Lets have a cigarette, baby, I gotta calm the fuck down. I was really hoping to pound that asshole's balls up into his throat." I stare at him as Robby lights his cigarette with trembling fingers. It's a little scary, but he's calmed down by the time we silently finish smoking the cigarette. Robby puts his arm across my shoulders and hugs me against him, saying, "We scared the shit out of those chicken-ass douche bags, dude. Don't fuck with the gay guys if you know what's good for you." I nod my head, mumbling, "Uh huh. Lets get that dessert we started out to get before we were so rudely interrupted." Another hug from Robby, he goes, "Absolutely, Dylan, Friendly's here we come." As he drives I can tell Robby's still a little tense because his body's stiff and he's quietly sucking on his lips, probably running the incident over in his head. That temper of his could get him in trouble some day, but I'm gonna make it my business to see that doesn't happen. Next time I'm gonna try swallowing my pride and walking away from a fight, if I'm with Robby that is. That's assuming it's possible to do so without losing too much face. Even for a good reason like protecting Robby from himself, there's still only so much a guy can take. I'll need to walk a tightrope with that. By the time we get to Friendly's Robby's mostly back to his sweet smiling self. The parking lot is always a problem when patronizing this Friendly's because the damn parking lot is too small and therefore usually full. There's a parking spot in back though, so Robby puts his turn signal on, but before he can pull into the open spot another car slips by us and goes into it. Robby glares at the driver, who's a middle age man, probably with his wife because there are two kids in the backseat. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, still glaring at the driver, Robby mutters, "What a fucking asshole." I say, "Yeah, he is, but what's new? We live in Massachusetts where all drivers are asshole's, present company excluded of course." He nods his head, still glaring at the man as the man, woman, and kids get out of the car. The man's big and tall. He walks right over to Robby's pickup and taps on his window. With his lip curling, Robby hits the power window button and the window goes down. The man asks, "You got a problem, kid? Why are you staring at me?" Robby's got that look in his eyes again, still staring right at the man, so before he can say anything, I lean over, and say, "That was a rude move taking our parking spot, as a grown man you should know better than that." The man points at me while pulling his wallet out and flipping it open displaying his badge, smugly saying, "Police officer, Snyder. One more fresh comment from you and I'm calling backup and you two will be arrested for breaking the peace." I say, "That's the spirit, protect and serve, officer. Good police work here instigating a confrontation." He goes to say something, but the woman with him, says, "For God sake, Arnie, you're making a total jackass of yourself again, and in front of the kids too. Great role model you are. Just get your ass in the restaurant!" He looks at her and swallows, then points at us. She grabs his arm, saying, "Lets go! You've proved once again your still the bully you were in high school. Grow the fuck up!" The cop's kids are teenage boys around fourteen or fifteen years old. Cute twins, who are both looking at their father with expressions of disgust on their faces, slowly shaking their heads. The slightly taller of the two says, "Sorry, guys, but just be glad you don't have to live with him." The cop snaps out, "Move it, Steven, and button your lip." The cop then slinks away with his wife pulling him by the arm. He never looks back. Robby asks me, "How come you and me can't ever have a pleasant restaurant experience?" I shrug, "Ya got me, but don't forget all those golden nights we've had together." He mutters, "Can't think of one that happened in or around a restaurant." I'm like, "Well, be that as it may, going into Friendly's doesn't seem like a good idea now." Robby backs up, muttering, "No place to park anyway." He appears satisfied with the outcome of our latest scrimmage with humanity, so we decide to try Sunnydales, with Robby mumbling, "I'm getting you a dessert if it kills me." No problem parking at Sunnydales, then inside I see some of the posse boys laughing at something near the back of the room. It's Bean, Dawg, and Manny. Bean sees me and yells, "Dylan, sit with us." I wave as Robby and I get in line, with him muttering. "Ah, the posse boys." Sunnydales doesn't sell cake or pies so I get chocolate chip cookie ice cream in a cup, and Robby gets a double cone of peach ice cream. I ask, "Do you mind sitting with the boys?" and Robby's like, "Not at all, they're good guys." He knows them from playing in those softball games, the ones Robby shined in. At the table we don't do the posse greeting, just the bump fist part of it and then we sit down as Dawg, in his low slow low manner of speech, is telling a joke. He says, "Here's the difference between having guts and, ya know, having balls. There's a difference with balls being the top, ya know?" Bean says, "Um, Dawg, what's the joke, buddy?" Dawg's like, "Oh yeah, guts is like when a married guy arrives home late after a night out with his buddies and meets his wife at the door. She has a broom in her hand, and the husband has the guts to ask: 'Are you finally cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?'" That's worth a chuckle, then Manny asks, "What's the balls part?" and Dawg goes, "Balls come into play when the same guy comes home late after allegedly being out with the guys, but smelling of perfume and beer, with lipstick on his collar. A guy with balls will slaps his wife on the ass, saying, 'Don't look so glum, you're next, chubby.'" We all look at Dawg, a little disappointed at his joke. His eyes travel around our group, then he shrugs and mutters, "Guess that's a joke for married people." Bean says, "It don't make no sense to start with, Dawg. I mean who would be stupid enough to keep dissing his wife, ya know?" Dawg frowns, "It's my mom's joke. I heard her tell it to my aunt and they both laughed. It seemed funny at the time." Manny says, "Hey, Dawg, maybe it was hearing your mom say the word 'balls' that made you think it was funny." Dawg's serious, "No, Manny, she says 'balls' all the time." We all suppress our grins so as not to hurt Dawg's feelings. Next our conversation is about something we all have in common, and that would be our two victories in the softball games that featured beer for the winners. Robby gets his ego inflated a little when the posse boys regal some of Robby's hits and general stellar play at shortstop. We all sort of bask in the fact we beat a team of guys in their mid to late twenties, and then beat them again, beat then like a drum the second time. Then, Manny, the brainiac, asks, "Have you boys ever wondered why it's called 'after dark' when it's actually 'after light'?" Bean says, "No, why, Manny?" Manny chuckles, muttering, "That's our boy Bean, if he wasn't for real we'd have to make him up. Did you ever hear the term, expect the unexpected? Well, doesn't 'expecting the unexpected' actually make 'the unexpected, expected'?" Bean asks, "Whaddaya mean, Manny?" We all chuckle, as Bean goes, "What?" Robby says, "I've always wondered why the word 'abbreviated' is such a long word." Manny grins, asking, "And why do we drive on a parkway and park on a driveway?" I ask, "Okay, here's one: why do 'overlook' and 'oversee' seem almost the same thing, but mean the opposite?" Bean says, "They don't, that's why, Dylan! Fuck, you guys get confused easily, don't ya?" Manny chuckles, saying, "How 'bout this, Bean, "Why is 'phonics' not spelled the way it sounds?" Bean says, "It is, nitwit," and he spells, "F-O-N-I-T-E-S, phonics," then he asks, "What are phonics anyway?" It's a mildly amusing time with the posse boys, all of whom I like, especially because they're all rocking the exact same short burr haircut, and all of the haircuts, including Robby's, are my handiwork. The posse boys are apparently used to their haircuts by now because their ultra short haircuts aren't even mentioned. No one mentions Ray, and I don't want to either, although I'm curious about his new boyfriend. Also I'm glad neither Devon or Sonny are here tonight. That could be awkward. Now Manny enlightens us dummies with some facts that sound very much like Chubby's factoids. He says, "Money isn't made of paper, it's made out of cotton." Bean, always with an opinion, usually an incorrect one, says, "Same thing, paper is cotton," and Dawg says, "No, it's not, Bean." Beans says, "Yeah, paper is made out of cotton. What'd you think, paper grows on trees?" This reminds me of the discussion with Chubby's girlfriend, Mary Jo, about extraterrestrial life. Bean's playing the part of MJ, obviously. Manny says, "There are no words in the English dictionary that rhyme with the words orange or silver." Bean says, "So what?" and Robby looks at me rolling his eyes. Manny has some more that are so far over Bean's head he can't think of a bizarre conclusion to any of the. When Manny loses interest in fascinating us with his observations, we finish our ice cream discussing the Patriots and the NFL in general, and then Robby's experience on the other side of reality with the posse boys comes to an end, and we all get up from the table. The three posse boys are going to hit some baseballs in the batting cage while Robby and me have something else in mind. Tonight the posse boys were a little goofy and I can understand if Robby wouldn't want to hang out with them to the extent I've been doing this summer, but I like them and they like me. Before going our separate ways Dawg, Manny, Bean, and I do the posse fist bump, hug, and pat on the back with me running my fingers over each of their burr haircut heads. Manny says, "Don't be a stranger, Dylan," then to Robby, "Nice to see you again, Rob." Dawg and Bean mutters, "Yeah, good ta see you guys." Outside Robby chuckles, "Quite a crew you got there, Dylan. Quite a mix." I go, "Yeah, they're different, but they're all good guys basically. There are so many a-holes in the world I'm glad to know some normal straight guys who aren't your typical a-holes." Robby shrugs, mumbling, "Yeah, I guess," and we get in his pickup. He looks at me, then says, "I can see why those guys like you, Dylan. Hell, everybody likes you." I say, "Thanks, the same to you," which makes him laugh for some reason. Oh yeah, maybe because it's that thing where Robby compliments me and I say, 'Same to you...', ha ha, I don't do that on purpose. Robby parks down from my condo a little ways, which means it's faster for us to get to my condo if we cut across the lawn of another condo building and come up the back driveway to my condo. As we're walking down the dark back driveway I see the red dot of a cigarette on Chubby's balcony, and yell up, "Hey, knucklehead, don't you know your secondhand smoke is dangerous to my health?" Chubby laughs, then leans over the balcony and flicks his cigarette butt towards me. Robby's awesome eye-hand coordination enables him to flick his hand out and snatch the butt out of the air between his fingers. He takes a drag and tries flicking it back up at Chubby, who's laughing. Then he says, "Bet you can't do that again, Robby." I say, "How 'bout you bring a six pack down to my balcony, Chubby." He goes, "Yes, brother," and disappears inside as I type in the code that lets Robby and me into my the garage. From the garage we walk through the finished basement and up the stairs where we find Chubby coming in the front door. He's got a six pack of Heineken beer with him. I go, "Ew, bitter," then give Chubby a hug and a quick-as-a-wink kiss on his lips, a la Dodger and Robby. Chubby asks, "Where you guys been?" We walk out on the balcony with me snagging the CD player on the way. Robby and Chubby quickly rush over and jump into the only two cushioned outdoor chairs. They're smirking at me because I'll have to stand. I go, "I didn't want to sit down anyway." Plugging in the CD player, I switch it on and out comes 'The Killers' performing their 'Sam's Town' CD which begins with the title cut. This cut starts out with an instrumental, then Brandon Flowers sings, "Nobody ever had a dream 'round here," then a little later I sing along with him, "Whadda you waste my time, is the answer to the question on your mind." Chubby says, "You've always had a good singing voice, bro," and I say, "You should hear Robby sing." Robby goes, "Oh, please, Dylan!" Chubby and I tease Robby into singing something, so he finally sings with the CD, "I see London, I see Sam's town," finishing two verses of the song, sounding just like the lead singer. Chubby goes, "Holy shit! Let's start a garage band." I say, "Maybe we should learn a musical instrument first, at least one of us." Then we all sing along with Brandon, "You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy to save you from your old ways.... watch it now, here he comes. He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but he... talks like a gentleman, like you imagined when you were... young." Then after we all open a beer, we sing, "We're running down the highway skyline on the back of a hurricane, like when we were young. The word 'young' gets dragged out a little, which Robby does perfectly. Then we all sing different lyrics, all the wrong ones now, and give up on the singing. Chubby says, "You guys sing too good, you make me sound bad. Anyway, you never said what you two hot shit's were up to this beautiful evening, and please, no tales of sex 'cause it'll just make me feel left out." We tell him about the incident at the mall and the pompous cop fiasco at Friendly's. He goes, "Sounds like a fun night. Buying stuff, scaring bullies, and backing down Officer Snyder." I say, "Mostly his wife did that," and then Chubby tells us about his latest nightly fight with MJ. This fight was about who needs to apologize first after a fight, the guy or the girl. Not surprising that each of them felt the other was the right way to go. Chubby thinks arguing with Mary Jo is funny, but to be honest all his and MJ's fighting and arguing seems tedious to me. We gulp some bitter beer and light cigarettes feeling young and cool. I try some of Manny's factoids on Chubby, two of which he somehow knew and correctly answers. I go, "You're no fun, mister know-it-all." He laughs, and asks, "What's the reason Donald Duck is banned in Finland?" Robby and I look at each other, shrugging, Chubby goes, "This is the truth. Finland banned Donald Duck because he, or it, isn't wearing pants." I go, "Get out!" Chubby laughs, and then says what he always says, "Google it, bro." We start talking about our summer and how it's almost over and then Chubby and I tell Robby some of the nutty things that happened in Wildwood and he shakes his head, muttering, "I'm jealous. I didn't have a vacation this summer." Gee, I didn't think of that or I wouldn't have described how much fun Wildwood was. We all open our second beers, light up cigarettes, and Chubby says, "Get ready to have your minds blown. During my factoid research, I came upon some interesting stuff about what our bodies, an average body, produces in a year. For example, how much hair growth is there in a year?" I say, "At least six inches," and Chubby goes, "Well, yeah, I should have known you'd know that, but how about shedding skin?" Robby says, "I'll go out on a limb and say a half pound of shed skin a year," and Chubby goes, "How about almost nine pounds a year. The average person also sheds about twenty-two gallons of tears in a year and sixty gallons of sweat." I go, "Forgive me, but this is gross and, um, if I may add, it's sounds impossible, and sorta like a big crock of bull shit." Chubby spreads his hands, "Don't kill the messenger, bro, it's what I read in a scientific journal." Robby asks, "Which one," and Chubby laughs, "Okay, not a scientific journal so much as a video I saw on line, but it's suppose to be accurate, it wasn't a joke or anything." I say, "Well gross me out some more. How 'bout saliva, that must be a lot," and Chubby says, "Yep, it's ninety-six gallons of spit a year, and one hundred thirty-three gallons of piss." Swallowing some beer I look skeptical, then laugh because it's all so ludicrous and obviously random bull shit. Robby asks, "How about doo dooies?" and Chubby's like, "I believe the average person passes three hundred and sixty pounds of shit a year, which is a pound each day basically." Hmmm, that sounds possible when you break it down by days, but three hundred and sixty pounds of shit, every year, from every person on earth! Where does it all go. I mutter, "I gotta check this out," so we all go in my bedroom and Google this stuff and are amazed to find some estimates are actually higher than Chubby's, like one place said humans swallow almost forty more gallons of saliva then Chubby said. We discover one estimate that's twelve gallons less than Chubby claimed for sweat, but mostly Chubby's numbers ware confirmed. Gross and weird at the same time. Walking back to the balcony, Robby mumbles, "I feel so much smarter now," and Chubby says, "That's my mission, to enlighten the masses." I tell Chubby about Robby sleeping with me tonight, and he goes, "Well, you two slept together all through our freshman year so it's not exactly a news flash. Enjoy yourselves and, of course, it makes me jealous and totally left out." Then we go into the whole 'love' topic and how much of a crap shoot it is to find somebody to love. Then Robby goes, "Oh, I kinda tell my rents I won't be home tonight." I go, "Yell them you're alright, ya just won't be home tonight." Chubby says, "Lyrics from the Counting Crows' song, 'She Don't Want Nobody Near', am I right?" I go, "Bingo, bro. Cool song." Robby's delivering the news to his mom, but while doing it he backs off his earlier declaration that his parents need to realize he's all grown up and will be doing grown-up things. Instead he tells his mom that it's getting late and he, Chubby, and I are working on plans for our sophomore year in the apartment so he'll probably crash on the sofa at either my condo or Chubby's. I look at him questioningly with my eyebrows raised, and he laughs, muttering, "I chickened out a little, but not much. I'm staying aren't I?" I go, "No problem, Robby, I'm teasing you." Somehow we get on the topic of how much the three of us have to be grateful for, and with the help of the beers we manage to overdo it a little, but the thought is there. It's good to acknowledge how much we have and to appreciate it. This leads to talk of how bad Cory, Connor, and Seth have had it during their teen years. Chubby and I compliment Robby for accommodating Seth with the barbecue Saturday night. Then I get praised for picking up Connor and Cory for the going away party at the beginning of the summer. Robby and I compliment Chubby then on the way he has of making these sociably shy guys comfortable, especially Cory. Our arms are tired from patting ourselves on the back by the times Chubby calls it a night. He collects the empty beer bottles and takes them with him and leaves to go up to his condo and bed. Robby and I look at each other for a second as the last of the second CD plays out, and there's silence. Finally, I ask, "Do you want to take a shower before bed, Robby?" He says, "Yeah, I guess, but can you lend me clean clothes for tomorrow?" I mutter, "Of course I can, silly." Robby and I walk hand in hand through my bedroom into the bathroom where I set him up with a clean towel and washcloth, bath gel, and shampoo, although I just shampooed his hair three hours ago. Then I think of clean boxer shorts for after his shower and get a pair of my newest boxers. Handing them to him, I mumble, "I'll change the sheets so you have fresh sheets," and he says, "Oh, I'd like to sleep on the ones you've been sleeping on." I go, "Okay, sure. Enjoy your shower." We're feeling a little awkward right now because this is a new experience, sleeping together in my bed here at home when later my mom will be sleeping two doors down from us. We've had sex in my bed before of course, but not for awhile now and never an all-nighter here. I wander around my bedroom straightening it up a little, then realize I need to pee some beer so I use mom's bathroom remembering to put the seat up first, then put it down when I'm done. Back in my bedroom I pick out the two newest pairs of clean shorts and t-shirts I can find for Robby and me to wear tomorrow. Last item I need is sweat socks. Then I go in the kitchen and make lunch for Chubby and me. Robby eats with the supervisors, but he brings his lunch so I make a separate lunch for him. The lunches consist of my home made chicken salad sandwiches on rye bread, deviled eggs in a ziplock sandwich bag, a bag of potato chips for each of us, and sixteen ounce bottles of Snapple iced tea with lemon and sugar. Then I stick big store-wrapped brownies in the lunch bags for dessert. Feeling proud of myself I walk back into the bedroom just as Robby's coming out of the bathroom. He says, "I just thought of this, I need a lunch for tomorrow." I say, "No you don't. I made your lunch, it's in the refrigerator," and then I tell him what it is. He seems touched, "You're so nice, Dylan. You're the nicest kid I know." I mumble, "I hear that all the time, but thanks." He laughs and gets his arm around my neck kissing the side of my head, then he repeats what I said, "You hear that all the time, huh? Ha ha, I love you so much," and another kiss. He smells clean, although right now it's mostly the bath gel, but that wears off quickly and soon I'll be savoring his sexy scent, clean and vibrant and perfect. When I come out of the steamy bathroom all clean and shiny, I see my re flection in the big mirror over my bureau. Hmmm, I'm thinking my tan is looking healthy and cool, and I'm feeling good. I find Robby in bed staring at me with his hands behind his head on my pillow. His elbows stretch out almost the width of my little single mattress. He says, "We'll need to sleep in each others arms or one of us is gonna fall outta this tiny bed on our ass." I say, "Exactly the reason I have a small bed." He mutters, "Good plan." Moving his hands from behind his head, he moves over a little as I climb into bed with him. Robby immediately wraps me in his arms and kisses the side of my neck, then under my chin. He murmurs, "I could eat you up, baby. When you walked out of the bathroom just now in your boxer shorts I had to stifle a gasp. I take for granted and even forget sometimes how absolutely boyishly beautiful you are, and your killer body is so perfect. You're like a sculpture of the perfect male form." I say, "And my dick's perfect for my body too, right?" He laughs, "You're never serious. You should learn to accept compliments graciously. Especially since you get so many of them." I snuggle in against him, and say, "I already told you I act silly when things are said that seem so wonderful I might cry, like you are describing me just now. I know I'm far from perfect like you said I was, but the fact you said it brings joy to my heart and a tear to my eyes." He rubs the palm of his hand against the side of my face, murmuring, "You can cry anytime you want as far as I'm concerned, it'll just make me love you more," and he squeezes me in a big hug, then kisses me. My lips find his and I moan quietly as we kiss, then his tongue goes into my mouth. "Mmmmm, uuuummmm," with wet mouth sounds now as he sloppily but deliciously sucks and kisses my lips, then licks up the front of my nose and I revel in being Robby boyfriend and lover. The purity of true love, a young innocent naive love, like Robby's, fills my heart and spreads all over me making me swoon in a goofy way. I can't help myself because I feel so wonderfully happy with Robby. I never feel this way with anyone but him and the feeling seems to intensify the longer we're in love. Robby pushes back on the top of my head, his powerful arms pushing my head back and to the side a little. He holds my head there sucking a hickey on my neck. Supposedly anyone who sees it will know I'm Rob Dickers' property, so hands off. At times like these I wish that's how it was in reality, but it isn't yet. Someone like Willie, Ryan, or Ray seeing Robby's hickey would just give me a bigger one themselves. Still, I love getting a hickey from Robby more than from anyone else. His scent fills my senses as his tongue continues licking and his lips keep sucking the same spot on the side of my neck. When it starts to sting, I squirm, murmuring, "Robby, um..." and he takes his lips away, saying sternly, "Be still until I'm satisfied with this." My cock gets bone hard as he goes back to sucking and licking. Over the years he's learned to be stern, mostly at my urging, and often now he's stern with me as naturally as if it's something he's been comfortable with all along, when we both know it wasn't that way in the past. It is now though, and oh how I love it. Robby takes his mouth away from my stinging hickey, muttering, "Well okay, that's a beauty. Give it a feel, baby." I reach up and feel the bump, then Robby wrestles me onto my back and lays on top of me giving me more kisses as my arms hug around his back. He slides his tongue across my cheek, and with his lips on my ear, whispers, "I can feel your awesomely hard boner and I love that you got it because of me. Do you feel mine?" I nod my head and Robby gets a leg in between my legs putting pressure on my boner and then he gives me a luscious kiss that goes on until I'm whining with desire again. His lips go against my ear once more, "Hey, Dylan baby, will you suck on my dick a little bit?" His tongue goes in my ear making me squirm and feel really hot for him. His scent is all Robby's by now, the bath gel scent having faded away. I'm hugging him and feeling I need him so much. He slides off me now and pushes on my shoulders so I'll get moving down to his bone hard cock. I lick his body as I go down it, licking down his breast bone, then his stomach and over his belly button, all in one long lick. My nose goes into the slit of his boxer shorts and inhale the scent of his cock and balls, which is a slightly stronger version of his body's regular scent. My cock tightens up some more, almost painfully, as I moan in sexual pleasure. I grab at my boner, grunting as precum rolls around the head, then drools over my thumb. Pulling Robby's underwear down underneath his nuts, I take his hard cock in my mouth and suck on it while my tongue goes crazy licking all over it. A minute later Robby's back arches, his hands pushing my head away from his cock. He's moaning, "Ooooh, mmmm, ooh, I almost shot my load down your throat. Holy shit." A huge precum bubble shines on the head of his cock, glistening as it balances there. I drop my head and lick it off with Robby squirming his ass up the mattress, pulling his cock away from my mouth. "Get on all fours now, baby, I need to fuck you, I'm so hot for you it's driving me mad with desire." As I pull my boxers off and toss them on the floor, Robby does the same with his and then he pushes the covers to the foot of the bed and scrambles behind me as I'm getting up on all fours. My boner is already throbbing and I realize the sexual heat I'm feeling is the result of a combination of things. First of all I love Robby like I never thought I'd ever love anyone, and that's partially a result of the bumbling attempt by Robby to be in charge of us twin boyfriends. Enough of it worked to enlighten me to the fact I have an awesome boyfriend in Robby and I need to cherish him more and let him know how I feel about him. Then tonight we had some really good sex earlier with Robby having just enough of a bossiness edge about him to keep me really receptive to him. As a matter of fact it's been like that this whole date and it's really got my attention and interest. Robby can be bossy and at the same time make me feel like I'm the most special person in the world to him. Also Robby punching that kid who insulted me got my dick's attention, and along with all that Robby's general demeanor remains pleasant and it's just fun being with him. These are a few of the subtle things I really like and then when he was so cute about taking a shower here, almost shy. Then as soon as I got in bed with him he took totally over and was fairly dominant in his sweet way. It's sweet, but there's no mistaking who's in charge and that'll get my dick as hard as steel every time, especially when it's my true lover who's acting in that confident manner. Then it's him telling me in no uncertain terms to 'stop squirming and to stay docile for him until he tell's me I can move. That was sexy hot to me. Okay, he didn't say those exact words, but that's how my submissively receptive mind interpreted it. And just now, he commands, 'Get on all fours, I'm gonna fuck you a new asshole!' Hey, my mind has a translator for these matters. He's rubbing his hard four inch fireplug boner with a leaky head up and down my ass crack giving me shivers of sexual delight. A little teasing to get me hotter for his cock, so way to go Robby. Then he mutters, "Some tenderizing of my boyfriend's ass is next, eh?" He smacks my ass hard five times, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" the last two have my ass cheek quivering and stinging and it gets a yelp out of me. Robby's cock head begins to spreads the lips of my anus and the lips are parting, parting, parting, parting, then, "Aaaaah," from me and, "Mmmm," from Robby as the fat head of his cock pops inside me making my shoulders shudder. I lift my ass some and get a, "Smack!" and a stern reprimand, "Not that high," from Robby, then one more, "SMACK!" just so I know my place. My cock gets so hard it's quivering with tightness and trying to tighten up even further and it's now that I realize Robby's put me into one of my trances, which doesn't happen too often with him. My trance-like state of mind is a result of everything I mentioned earlier, plus the stinging of my smacked ass. Robby reaches over my back to cup my shoulders with both hands and he very slowly pulls me back onto his cock. I feel as though my orgasm will burst out of me. This awesomely dominant move, dominant for Robby that is, captivates me completely and a whining sound of deep sexual pleasure escapes my lips, "Oooooooh." Then I take a deep breath realizing I've been holding my breath for I don't know how long as I gasp for oxygen. More pressure pulling my shoulders towards him and I now feel his recently shaved smooth crotch tight against my buttocks. Robby rubs my back quietly saying, "I love you so much, Dylan. So much that I do things I know you want even though I wish I didn't have to do them. I hate hurting you even a little, but I do it because I want to give you more sexual pleasure than anyone else." His words buzz in my ears and I want to thank him, then kiss and suck his ass, but my trance has my mind thinking we're both drifting in the air over my bed and it's so dreamy I can't make myself break this wonderful sexual spell Robby's put me in by talking. The stinging from his spanking intensifies my state of arousal as my head lulls and I gently push back at his crotch feeling so wonderful. I know Robby's letting my rectum relax to accommodate his fat cock, but I wish he'd forget that and start fucking me. And then he does with a steady methodical thrusting. They're hard thrusts indicating Robby's very aroused too. My bedroom fills with the awesomely hypnotic sounds of two guys fucking, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," of his smooth crotch against my smooth ass cheeks as his fat cock plows up my ass and back, up my ass and back, over and over. It quickly has me squirming on the sheet with saliva all around my mouth from blowing wheezy wet breath out between my teeth. A damp exhale with each sexy drive of his hard cock up my ass. Robby's nuts hit against the inside of my thighs with each trust as they swing free and hairless between his legs. Robby grunts with each thrust, "Unmp, unmp, ump, ooh, ooh, ooh," as my climax builds and my rectums sizzles with fantastic pleasure sensations. His cock steadily slides tightly over my prostate every couple of seconds and it feels so fantastically erotic I'm almost delirious. I lose track of how long this steady fucking has been going on, but I'm almost crazy with sexual pleasure when I hear Robby moan, sounding desperate now as he picks up the speed of his fucking... his climax must be approaching. Our bodies lose the rhythm we'd established and it's wild now with Robby hammering his cock back and forth in my rectum with my anus lips sucking on the wet shaft of his boner. Then he goes, "Aaaaah," and a stream of cum hits inside my bowels feeling squishy and warm. My back arches and my hips buck on their own. I squeal my squeal as cum roars up from my nuts flying through the shaft of my boner, exploding out the head of my cock in a tight stream to soak into the sheet and mattress cover. Then three little shots follow with me wreathing in sexual pleasure as if I've just had a normal size orgasm. It my third one today so the volume is down, but that's the only thing that's down... all the intense sensations of climax showed up on time and now are zipping around my groin, rectum, and the head of my cock. Robby slams his cock in and lays on my ass making gagging sounds as he humps against me without withdrawing his boner at all. I feel some spunk drooling out around his cock and slowing moving down the inside of my thigh. Creamy slimy-slow moving cum. My orgasm causes one last body shudder as it exits into thin air and now I feel limp. Slowing my knees slide back on the sheet as my cock gets closer to the mattress until I'm finally laying in my own cum with Robby on my back moaning quietly and pleasurably with his cock still inside me. We lay like this a minute or so as we both catch our breath and our heartbeats slow close to normal. I feel wonderful, no longer in a trance, but except for laying in my own cooling cum, everything is just about perfect from my perspective. Then Robby rubs his forehead through my short hair on the back of my head. He then gets a hand on either side of me and lifts up pulling his now limp cock wetly out of my ass with a soggy wet, "Glop" as it comes free of my clinging anus lips. A quiet, "Mmmm, ooh," from Robby and, "Nooo, aaah, aah," from me. I'd like to go to sleep with Robby's cock up my ass like Willie trained me to do, but Robby's in charge and we do it his way. He flops on his chest and stomach laying on the sliver of mattress next to me with his arm going over my back. Then his hand is grabbing my side to keep him from sliding off the bed. I squirm over to the edge of the mattress on my side giving him room and we lay like that awhile. Then I hear Robby quietly murmur, "Sorry, Dylan, I wanted it to be a lover's sexual experience tonight, but I got all hot a bothered as only you can get me, so I got a little rough with you." Then he snuggles up close and puts a leg over mine. After awhile I knock his leg off and I flop over half on top of him, murmuring, "That was wonderfully hot, Robby, and it's just what I needed. You knew that instinctively, didn't you?" He chuckles, "Ah yes, my con artist boyfriend, who I love to death." We snuggle and wrestle around a little with me doing pretend complaining, "Why do I always have to lay in my own cum while your cum drools out of my ass?" He coos, "Poor baby got all messy," and he kisses my cheeks and under my jaw giving me awesome chills. After twenty minutes of laying on each other hugging and kissing and licking one another like cats, Robby gets out of bed and pulls the covers over me. I grin at him as he turns out the lights and gets back in bed to wraps me in his arms again, just like he did when I first got in bed. He quietly says, "This is so nice, baby, and this is how it'll be every night throughout our sophomore year." He gives me one last kiss, and says, "Goodnight, Dylan, we're going to go to sleep now. Make sure you dream of me." I mumble, "Good night, dream-boyfriend," closing my eyes I realize for the first time tonight I'm exhausted. I'd like to stay awake awhile and enjoy Robby's body against mine and his arms around me, but I can't. As far as I know I fall asleep within a minute of Robby's goodnight kiss. I don't know if I dreamed of Robby because I can't remember my dream early the next morning when my eyes open. Robby woke me unintentionally by talking in his sleep, scaring me for a second. Then I knew it was him and smile to myself looking at him in the dim light of dawn that's peeking in through the window. I rub my nose against Robby's shoulder and love his scent all over again. It's like his scent is always new to me. Looking at him, I once again think, 'How can I be so lucky to have this boy, this young man, as my true love boyfriend?' Running my fingers lightly through his hair I admire him and the cool haircut I gave him. Smiling, I'm proud of myself because he looks so cute, so boyish, and so beautiful, and he's mine. Leaning down I kiss his parted lips and his body jolts as his eyes flash open and now I'm looking into his beautiful blue eyes that shine up at me. He rubs the side of my face with the palm of his hand smiling, and quietly saying, "You startled me, Dylan. Is it time to get up?" I mumble, "Nah, I just woke up early." He puts an arm over my side, looking me in the eyes, and quietly says, "Have I told you lately that I love you?" I shake my head, "Um, not since we fell asleep," he grins and kisses me and we wrap our arms around each other and kiss deeply, but slowly and lovingly. He rolls me on my back and climbs on top of me as we continue kissing and his warm body exudes all kinds of sexy scents and feels so sexy. My cum dried on the sheets over night and is a little crusty on my back, but everything else feels wonderfully dreamy. Robby's body is so perfect and thrilling to hold and rub with the palm of my hand. He's devouring me in the most awesome way and my cock gets hard as a poker while we squirm against one another, our bodies sleek and smooth and hard. Robby's boner pokes my legs and belly and duels with my hard cock as precum is once again drooling from both boners. Low moans of arousal until Robby slides off me and pushes me up on my side. He put his right arm over my side and spreads his hand on my left pec holding me where he wants me as his cock head again spreads the lips of my anus and slowly penetrates until it's pushing all the way up my ass with me moaning from sexual arousal and pleasure. His chest flat against my back, his crotch tightly against my buttocks, his right leg over both of mine, and now his hard cock as far up my ass as it can go. He sucks on my hickey until it's stinging again and then he begins fucking me lovingly sending me to erotic places I hardly believed existed. Sexual places I've never been before. He fucks me slowly and steadily to a constant chorus of our pleasure moans until I begin to squeal out loud, but he cover my mouth to block my normal squeal as cum is shooting from my cock and my body shakes and trembles with sexual stimulation and pleasure that combines to make me dizzy. Robby groans and clutches me against his chest as he does tight humps filling me with his newly produced cum, it was made and meant especially for me. We lay like this breathing deeply without talking for maybe two minutes, my ass feel so full and so right. Then he rolls me onto my stomach with him on top and we lay like that, his cock up my ass, until I fall back into a beautiful sleep once more. It's perfection. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expenses of keeping this story site running. thanks!