Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 11:54:35 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 86 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 86 by Donny Mumford On the road again. Leaving North Andover I'm on my way home with my mind jumping all over the place. Right now I'm thinking about all the driving I've been doing the last two days and I've concluded driving sucks. To pass the time I'm trying to decide which was more unexpected: the disappointing sub/dom experience with John, the unexpected dominance of supposedly submissive Billy, or having sex with Cory. Saying it's been surreal doesn't do justice to this weekend. I touch my nip ring hardly believing that painful little trip to torture land. It's still tender, of course, and it will be for a few weeks. It got bumped occasionally while making out with Billy, and recently with Cory. A quick grimace each time and then forget about it. I'm feeling weird about everything but one thing's for sure, after this weekend I wouldn't drive across town, never mind to New York city to see John. Sure he fucks good, but he's more of a sadist than a dominant sex partner, and more interested in his art than me. I guess he has Billy and the other kid around for his sub/dom hobby, or maybe as a convenience when he's got nothing else going on. And those absurd clothes Billy and I had to wear, if they even qualify as clothes. Yeah, John was all about humiliating his subs, but on the other hand I mostly had a good time with Billy. He fucks good too, and that PA in his dick felt awesome, but the reality is I'm not even considering getting a PA myself and I'm not rocking a ponytail either, with or without bangs. That ain't happening so most likely Billy and me ain't happening either. Too bad 'cause he's a hottie, but the strapping fetish he has is definitely something I can do without. Obviously I'm not into pain like I thought I was at one time with Ryan. That was a passing bad idea of mine, one of those things I convinced myself was sexually hot when it's actually not. Live and learn, that's one of my mottos. Well, if I've learned one thing from all this, it's that I'm no pussy. I said I'd have the guts to see what a New York experience was all about and I did. Unfortunately it pretty much sucked, so as soon as I had the opportunity I left the premises. Fuck 'em. Hey, where the hell's my cell phone? Dammit, it's not in my pocket. Did I leave it at Cory's? I wanna see if either John or Billy texted me some nasty shit about my abrupt departure. Hee hee, they must be wondering how the hell I got out of those handcuffs. My cell phone's got to be in the car somewhere because I last used it this morning to call Cory. I was in pretty bad shape though so I might have just dropped the damn thing after the call. Or it might have slid out of my pocket and is now under or between the bucket seats. Speaking of cell phones, Billy has my cell phone number so he'll probably call wanting me to meet him in New Hampshire. If he does, I'm coming right out and telling him I'm not doing any of those stupid things he insist on... it's probably just as well it doesn't work out for him and me. Shaking my head in disbelief, I'm still having trouble believing what happened with Cory. He must have been thinking about that night we slept together all this time. The only things we did that night that can be construed as slightly sexy was kiss and hug a little. I think he came to the conclusion he's gay some time during the two months period after that night of the party. When I asked him if he likes boys earlier today, he said he didn't know, except he knew he liked me sexually. Our conversation after our sex pretty much confirmed Cory knows he gay and I think he knew he was gay before I called him this morning, that's a logical conclusion. Even so it's hard to believe he worked up the courage to ask me for sex. That's so incredibly unlike the Cory I first met. Unfortunately, for reasons unknown, I don't find Cory especially sexy. Sure I enjoyed the sex with that sweet kid, but the worse sex I ever had was pretty damn good. It's odd how some guys have that certain 'something' that attracts me sexually and then a lot of other guys don't. That doesn't mean they're not sexually attractive to someone else. For example Elliot and his boyfriend, Jay. Even though Elliot's so cute he's basically pretty, and Jay's decent looking too, neither of them are sexy as far as I'm concerned, but they're sexy to each other. Posse boys like Bean, Dawg, Manny, and the others wouldn't appeal to me even if they were gay, but I think Ray's sexy, and of course Devon and Sonny are too. At Merrimack I knew lots of guys who I was friendly with who did nothing for me of a sexual nature, and it's not just because they're straight either. I had the hot's for Devon when I was positive he was straight, so a guy doesn't necessarily need to be gay for me to think he's sexy and hot. Curious, huh? Okay, here's the exit I want. Man, I'm glad to be getting off route 128. Ah yes, the wealthy town of Weston is where I get on the Mass Pike. Only five quick miles to Framingham on the Pike instead of using the back roads that would take twice as long. Who cares if it costs me a sixty cent toll. I need to get out of this fucking Jeep and get my head around the fact I have work tomorrow. Getting back to reality is what I'm gonna concentrate on now. Ten minutes after getting off the Mass Pike I drive behind our condo. I've made it! Yeah for me! Oh man, what a fucking weekend that was! Getting out of the Jeep I stretch and then light a cigarette feeling giddy that I'm home safe and sound. Hey, I wonder if Robby's still up? Damn, where's that cell phone? With the cigarette between my teeth, I open the Jeep's door and reach around on the floor between the buckets seats, then hear, "No smoking in the Jeep, bro!" Pulling my head out of the Jeep and looking up, there's Chubby leaning over the balcony railing. The two spot lights above the balcony are lighting him up like he's on stage. He's smiling his special smile at me, the one that says, 'I'm so glad to see you, Dylan!' and it makes me smile back at him. Then I say, "Hi ya, Chubby, I missed you." He says, "Me too. Come on up and we'll have a beer or two." I'm like, "It's after ten o'clock," and he goes, "So?" Hmmm, yeah, so what? I say, "I'll be right up." All of a sudden I don't feel tired and I can't wait to see Chubby. I step on my cigarette butt, lock the Jeep, and go in the back door of my condo to jog through the finished basement and up the steps and into the living room where I stop. On the kitchen bar Mom made a sign for me. It reads, 'Welcome home, Dylan!!! Hope you and Cory won the tournament. We missed you this morning at brunch. I'll bet your ears were red and ringing because we took turns singing your praises all during brunch. We love you so much! Mom'. I stare at it, then rereading it I start crying. What was I thinking lying to my mom and going into an unknown situation without anyone knowing where I was? Stupid! Inconsiderate and selfish! That's me in a nutshell. I read the sign for a third time feeling like shit. What's wrong with me? This isn't the first time this weekend I've asked myself that unanswered question. Blowing out a long exhale I use the back of the sign to write, 'This is such an awesome welcome home message from the best mom in the world. I love you tons, mom! Love, Dylan'. I prop it up, rub my sniffling nose and go into my bathroom to wash my face and get my emotions under control. Taking a couple of deep breaths, I continue on my way up the outdoor steps to see my brother, who I have a never ending love for. Letting myself in his condo, Chubby calls through the sliding screen door to the balcony, "Come on out, bro, I got a beer for ya." Smelling the back of my wrist, something I haven't done since I first met Billy in New York city, I walk to the balcony where Chubby slides the screen open, saying, "My adventurous brother's triumphant return," and we hug with me not letting go. I'm clinging to him and after a few seconds his body stiffens, as he asks, "What's wrong, Dylan. What happened? Did someone do something to you?" I shake my head trying not to cry. This is insane behavior and I don't understand it. Chubby tilts his head back to look at my face. He sees tears in my eyes and quietly says, "Whatever it is, we'll take care of it, you can be sure of that." I shake my head, not confident of my voice yet and not understanding why I'm acting the fool. Collecting myself, I kiss Chubby on the lips, and say, "I have something to tell you." He looks worried nodding his head slowly, then asks, "What is it?" Taking a deep breath, then picking up the beer off the little round glass table, I take a swallow, then say, "It's just stupid me, Chubby. I want, no, I need to tell you about it. I lied to you and the moms and Robby, the four people I love the most in the world, no one more than you." He nods his head again and with compassion in his voice, quietly says, "Sure, Dylan. Sit down, take your time and tell me what you want to tell me. Or, you don't need to tell me if you don't want to. I love you unconditionally so whatever you lied about won't change that fact no matter if you tell me or not. It's enough that you told me you lied. We don't do that usually, do we? Not you and me." I hug him again, the beer in my fist against his back, and what the hell, I shed a few more tears too. I'm an emotional wreck for some reason. It must be some kind of weird backlash from this weekend of idiocy. Me acting this way sucks and it's humiliating. It's totally embarrassing acting like this in front of Chubby. He rubs my back, cooing, "It's just life, Dylan, whatever it is you and me will deal with it." Getting control of myself again, I let go of Chubby, mumbling, "There's nothing to deal with. It's just I need to confess to you how stupid and irresponsible I was this weekend." He nods again with an encouraging expression on his face, then mumbles, "Sure, okay, lets sit down." His calmness calms me, his love gives me the strength to admit my faults. Where to start? We look at each other for a second, then Chubby asks, "Did you buy new clothes?" We know every piece of clothing either of us owns and we've both worn most of them at one time or another. It doubles our wardrobes. I smell the back of my wrist again, biting my lip. It's a good thing I'm not a fingernail biter like Dodger used to be or my nails would be down to the quick pretty quick. To delay telling him what I feel I need to tell him, I answer his clothing question, "These are Cory's clothes. I forgot mine at his apartment." Chubby says, "Okay, so you were at Cory's. What happened?" I mutter, "I didn't get to Cory's until nine-thirty this morning. There was no bowling tournament. That was another lie." He looks confused, "Um, why'd you go to Cory's then, and where were you from Saturday morning until Sunday morning?" I start in with, "During your birthday party at that restaurant in Wildwood, I met this guy..." and I slowly work my way through everything I can remember from the time I left the house at four o'clock Saturday morning. It's painful seeing the incredulous expression on Chubby face during a lot of my confession and when I get to the body piercing part, he goes, "What, you've got a nip ring? Holy shit, didn't that hurt?" I say, "Yeah, it hurt like hell, but it's better than the alternative of getting my dick pierced." He frowns, "I know you wouldn't have done that, or gotten circumcised either." I shrug, "It's hard to tell because my mind was a little scrambled, but I'd like to think you're right. Something would have kicked in and I'd have backed out of that. The PA looks ugly to me for one thing." He says, "I never heard of a PA, but piercing your prick head, I don't think you'd do that. Can I see the nip ring?" I lift my shirts, he stares, then says, "It looks sore," I go, "It is," and then he mutters, "Kinda cool though, don't ya think?" I nod, "Yeah, it is." Chubby says, "Goddammit, now I'll have to get one." I ask, "Why?" and he says, "Because I do everything you do, that's why." I don't know if he's serious or just trying to make me feel better. Whatever, that little break from my morbid tale helps me get through more of what happened on Saturday. I don't give details about the sex I participated in except to say, 'We had sex then'. Also, the sub/dom behavior is explained as simply as possible, saying things like, 'I stupidly thought it would be sexy to act submissive because it's something I've experienced at times'. Chubby surprises me then, quietly saying, "I think I know what you mean, Dylan, because it was a factor at times with us window washer boys too. You know, with those perverts Ricky and his father. Before it was over they'd become dominant figures who we followed like lambs. It was the worst experience of my life. They did it gradually and before we knew it we were already in too deep. It's a very weird and disturbing phenomenon and it bothered me quite a bit for awhile afterwards. And of course, I told you about it and you somehow brought hell raining down on them. I still don't know how you did that." He hasn't mentioned the window washer boys since that dinner we had together months ago. It surprises me that he'd have any knowledge of sub/dom behavior, but I'm glad he does. I'm well aware of how creepy it can sound to those not ever affected by either the submissive or dominant side of things. I continue with my confession as Chubby shakes his head at disturbing things like the outfits Billy picked out for us to wear. Deciding I should confess everything, I reluctantly go back to when John came home that morning and gave me that painful strapping. Chubby's eyes narrow and he gets that rare hard expression on his face. I've seen that look in his eyes before, but not often. It's a little scary, but I know Chubby can control his anger and channel it to appropriate action, or what I consider appropriate action anyway. When Robby gets a similar look in his eyes all hell brakes loose and he doesn't give a shit about appropriate action. He become dangerously motivated to do serious harm to someone. One time, after I expressed concern about his recklessness when he's really pissed off, Robby told me that I'm there to bring him to his senses. I said, yeah, but what if I'm not there? He shrugged and told me he never gets pissed off enough to act that reckless unless I'm involved. It's only when someone threatens me or harms me that he loses it. I was both relieved and astounded to hear that, although it's not totally accurate. I wasn't there, or even aware, when he sabotaged Joel's ride-on mower. Trying to calm Chubby down I tell him that I knew about the strapping's before I went to New York, so it's my own stupid fault." He stares at me, then says, "No, it's not your fault! It's that asshole's fault who whipped you." I do a fake cough and carry on with my tale of woe until Chubby's shocked again, and he exclaims, "That prick left you two there with no money? So how did you and Billy find your way back to the studio?" I'm running out of energy by now, it's taken four cigarettes and two bottles of beer to get this far into the seedy tale. Taking another deep breath I explain John left a hundred dollar bill for us, but we didn't know that until much later. I tell Chubby that John left early because of a migraine headache, and Chubby mutters, "Good, I hope it was a bad one." My description of what happened goes okay until I bring up the part where Billy strapped me when we got back to the studio. Chubby gets that look again, and then when I get to the handcuff part Chubby stands up, saying, "Fuck this! I can't stand hearing anymore of the sick shit those assholes did to you. Strapping is like whipping, you know! We need to drive to that sick fuck's studio on Saturday and have a discussion about that. Maybe play around with those straps a little." He goes on for a couple of minutes cursing and getting his anger out. I sit here feeling horrible for upsetting him like this, but I wanted to tell it all because I guess I'm into self flagellation tonight partially atoning for my stupid irresponsible decisions. When I can reason with Chubby, I talk him out of taking any action because I was the nut who drove to New York after John had already strapped me in the van. I had a good idea they'd be strapping involved in New York... hell, John told me there would be. Me, thinking I'm bulletproof, went anyway. Chubby retains his angry expression as he stares at me, then he starts yelling again, this time at me, "Why the fuck would you put up with that shit? It's insane, not just stupid!" I nod my head expecting a little more understanding from him, I already admitted I was stupid. He says, "I'm so pissed off at this whole goddamn thing I could scream at you!" What does he mean he could scream at me, what does he think he's doing now? I'm looking down determined not to throw back in his face what he told me ten minutes ago about him and the window washer boys putting up with similar bad behavior from Ricky and his father. Chubby rants and raves for another two minute, his face red. He stops abruptly and stares at me, then mutters, "Oh fuck, what an I doing?" and comes over to hug my shoulders as I sit here pouting in the chair. Kissing the top of my head, he murmurs, "I'm sorry, Dylan. Please forgive me. It's just that I lost it thinking about someone mistreating you like that. I really, really want to extract some revenge on those two, so I let myself get frustrated and I yelled at you, who I love more than life itself." He gives me a kiss on my cheek, "Forgive me?" he asks. I mumble, "I got like you where when you told me about the, you know, Ricky and all." He mumbles, "Yeah, I know." Patting my shoulder he sits down and we're quiet for a bit. Then he asks, "How'd you get out of the handcuff, Mister Bond?" I look at him and he grins at me, saying, "You haven't told me you forgive me for yelling at you." I say, "That's because it's unforgivable that you turned on me like that." He makes a funny face, "Please," and I say, "Well, if you put it like that, I forgive you." We smirk at each other, and then I tell him about my escape and the drive to Cory's." Chubby says, "I'm not being critical here, so don't take it the wrong way. I'm just saying that driving from New York city at four o'clock in the morning while drunk and without sleep for twenty-four hours is something you might want to consider avoiding in the future, but your the 'man' for pulling that off." I mutter, "Yeah, it probably wasn't the best idea I ever had." He goes, "You know what you should have done on your way out the door?" I ask, "What?" He shrugs, "What else? Taken a shit on their rug before leaving." I say, "I was going to, but I'd already shit my pants." We chuckle, then Chubby says, "That'd be a good trick, shitting your pants when you're naked." I say, "It can be done," and he goes, "I don't doubt it after hearing this wild tale. How much embellishing did you do?" I go, "Sadly, I toned it down, no embellishment at all." He says, "That's too bad. What'd you do at Cory's?" I mutter, "Sleep, eat, shower, and go bowling." He laughs, "You made sure you went bowling because you didn't expect to tell the truth, did you?" I shake my head 'no' then say, "Silly me. As soon as I saw you I couldn't wait to throw up the whole story to you as fast as I could." He nods, "I'm glad you did. Now it's out in the open and off your conscience." I go, "Yep," popping my lips like Cory did at dinner when talking about wanting to do anal intercourse. We're quiet again, drinking our beer. Then Chubby says, "What can I do to help you?" I say, "Sleep with me tonight." He says, "Sure, but in my double bed, not that tiny bed of yours." I go, "No, it has to be my bed so I feel like I'm home." He laughs, "That's my brother, taking advantage of his little brother again. Okay, whatever you want." I press my luck, "I could use a kiss from you too. You know, so I can be sure you're not still mad at me." As he comes over to me again, he says, "I wasn't ever mad at you, Dylan, I was frustrated that I couldn't be there to stop what they were doing to you. I'd have loved to kick down that studio door and gone a little wild on that turd's ass." With his arms around my neck, he gives me a sweet kiss that's a little too close to a brotherly kiss, but it'll do. I say, "Thank you," and he rubs my head, saying, "You're welcome." Happy that the telling is over, we get another beer and Chubby soon has me laughing about his date with Mary Jo last night. Too bad it wasn't with Gina because maybe Geno would have inquired about my whereabouts. I ask about tomorrow's lunch and he tells me he made us roast beef sandwiches, and he also bought those special cupcakes we love, and we'll also have potato chips and Cokes. Before bed Chubby showers in his bathroom while I take a quick one in mine. He comes down with his breath smelling like toothpaste and we get in my single bed. I wrap my arms around him and he gets comfortable, saying, "Not a word about your adventure to the moms, Dylan, it would scare the bejesus out of them." I mumble, "I know that, but do you think I should tell Robby?" He says, "I wouldn't, but you'll do what you think is best." I asks, "So, are you telling me not to tell him?" Chubby says, "Yes, I'm telling you not to tell him. It can't be undone and Robby might go nuclear on that character's ass, what's his name, John." I say, "Good advise, brother," and kiss him. I go to sleep with a weight off my shoulders, a partially clear conscious, and Chubby's ongoing approval even if I was as dumb as a junk yard dog for doing what I did. Sleep comes quickly and it's a peaceful night's sleep with me inhaling the most familiar scent of my life... Chubby's. The alarm goes off and I wake up to the same scent I went to sleep with. Rubbing Chubby's hair, I say, "Time to roll, bro," and he hops out of bed, "Sleeping with you was nice, Dylan. When we sleep together it brings back memories of our youth." I go, "Yeah, we should do it all the time." He laughs, then sarcastically says, "Oh, I had no idea you'd say that." He grabs my bathrobe, telling me, "I'll run up the outdoor steps in this." I go, "Ya don't need to run. People go outside in the morning with bathrobes on all the time. You know, to get the paper or take the dog out to pee, or whatever." Chubby goes, "Okay, I won't run. Let me get a cup of coffee first and then I'll meet you at the Jeep in twenty minutes or so," and that's what we do. Dressed and ready for work, looking forward to seeing Robby, I go outside and wait for Chubby. I look at the overcast sky and shake my head because it looks like rain. What's worse than a rainy Monday. Chubby comes down carry our lunch, smiling as usual because rain or shine my brother is a smiling, upbeat awesome person. I tell him, "We still need to do our good morning hug and a kiss." He goes, "Of course we do." We do that and walk down a couple of steps to the Jeep, then both mutter, "Oops," turn around and go back up the steps and through my condo, and out through the garage to where I parked the Jeep last night. At the Jeep, I say, "You drive, Chubby, I don't want to drive that thing again until we're back at Merrimack, at the earliest." As Chubby drives us to work we talk about the Mini Cooper we're going to get after working next summer. We compare how much we've both saved from this summer's earnings and even speculate that some of the spending money that will be coming from this years college loans can be applied to our savings for the Mini. "That's if you can control your spending on your girlfriends, Chubby." He goes, "I've got that covered, bro, my second job, ya know." I go, "Ha, I'll be surprised if you haven't already spent that on Mary Jo and Gina." He chuckles, then mutters, "I've got some left." At work we get out of the Jeep and it's business as usual with Lee calling to Chubby while Seth's coming over to me grinning. We say, "Hi", bump fists and do a hug, then he asks, "How was your weekend, Dylan?" We're walking towards the locker room, as I go, "I've had better weekends to be honest, Seth. How about your weekend?" He goes, "It was awesome! I made a hundred bucks working both days at Whole Foods." I go, "Sounds like wild fun," and we go inside the locker room with Seth's chuckling, "No, not wild fun, but the money makes me smile." Everyone in the locker room is in a Monday morning frame of mind. Lots of yawning and grumbling because it's suppose to rain today and working outside in the rain is not what we're looking for. Terry's friendly telling us about him and his girlfriend spending the weekend at the Cape. That sounds good, but the traffic getting there and then returning home on Sundays is really bad. Route 6 is the only road in or out of the Cape, but lots of people do it and Jerry doesn't even mention the traffic. Changed into work clothes Seth and I walk outside where Robby yells over from the steps of the supervisor meeting room, "Can I see you for a second, Dylan?" Lee and Terry make small talk as Chubby and Lee hustle inside to change. I walk over to Robby with a big smile on my face. He tries not to smile too hard because he likes maintaining a professional demeanor on the job. He says, "Good morning, baby, how was the bowling?" Oh yeah, it's professional for your boss to call one of his workers, baby. I'm pretty sure it is anyway. I love when he calls me that because it gives me a squirmy feeling in my underwear. I say, "It was alright," and he says, "Help me with something in the equipment room," I bump into his side as we walk, mumbling, "You're looking mighty cute today, boss. I missed you," and I almost ask how his date with Travis went Saturday night and I could also ask him how his date with his mystery boyfriend went last night too, but I don't. My guilty conscience is responsible for me even thinking those thoughts. I'm trying to justify the sex with John and Billy by assuming Robby was doing the same even though I don't know that to be true. He looks over at me grinning, and as we approach the equipment room, he asks, "You didn't take advantage of Cory did you?" I yell, "Robby!" and he says, "I'm kidding you, Dylan, and you're the one looking cute this morning." Inside the equipment room he clicks the lock on the door and puts his arm around my neck pulling me into a corner where he kisses me. That's also professional behavior, or if it's not it should be. I hug around his waist, my nose against his cheek inhaling the second most familiar scent to me... Robby's. Well, I guess I'm forgetting my own scent, but I mean except mine. It's funny, not ha ha funny, but as in odd... funny how I forget how wonderfully sexy Robby is until I'm with him, and then he's the only person I want to be with. We kiss and take turns sucking tongues, then rub our noses together grinning. Robby squeezes the back of my neck, saying, "I just had to taste, smell, and feel you because I've been extra horny for you all weekend. It's like, I don't know, like I'm desperate for you and me to do something sexual. We missed our Sunday night date ya know." I nod my head and kiss his lips, thinking... Okay, maybe he didn't have a date last might with a mystery boyfriend. Then ask him, "Date night tonight, Robby?" He checks his watch, "Yeah, I was suppose to go with dad to Worcester tonight, but I asked him to change it to tomorrow night." I go, "Good, um, what'd ya tell him the reason for changing days was." Robby shrugs, and says, "I told him I wanted to take you out tonight, that we missed out Sunday date. What else would I tell him?" For some reason that makes me blush, I don't know why. Robby kisses me again, then checks his watch again, saying, "I'm late, so I gotta get going. Wait a few seconds after I leave and then bring a box of grass clipping bags with you when you head back to join the crew. Time to get the guys moving now." I nod my head, he stops and gives me one last kiss, "I love you, Dylan, more every day. I have sort of a surprise for you tonight." I watch him go as I'm grabbing my crotch and smelling the back of my wrist. Then I mutter to the empty room, "I love you too, Robby." The truth is I love him more than I even realize and definitely more than I show him. I'm gonna be very loving and attentive to Robby tonight and tell him how much he means to me. Nodding my head at that sentiment, then I grab a box of heavy duty plastic bags and jog back to join the crew. Robby nods at me as I jog up and then he gives a little pep talk to our crew, ending with, "Unfortunately we've going to have to deal with the large properties today, and in the rain no less, so it'll be a bitch. I know that all of us working together will get the job done. Be careful with the big ride-on and walk-behind mowers on wet slippery, rain soaked grass, especially on the inclines. Okay, Lee's got the assignments. Good luck." We're all walking to the equipment room, Seth and me in the back of the group. He's whispering in my ear, "Big mowers today, Dylan." I go, "Hmmm, maybe you and me need to do a little messing around in the back of the truck to compensate for the bad weather that's coming." He smirks at me, "Oh gosh, I hope I don't have another accident in my shorts, heh heh," and he puts his arm across my shoulders looking especially cute this morning too. It's so much fun having cute guys around me to take my mind off negative things. It perks me up to look around and see Seth, Chubby, and Robby. Lee's nice looking too, but mostly he's sexy because of his whiskers. I glance at Seth noticing his sparse whiskers haven't been shaved all weekend. He does it for me and it is a hot look. I feel the almost invisible pale blond little hairs on my chin, but it's like I can't even tell if they're there. "Seth, do you see any whiskers on my chin?" He looks closely and goes, "Um, I think I can see a shadow of something. Damn, you're cute, Dylan... the best good looking person I've ever seen. Wish I could kiss you right now." I grin, saying, "That's so nice of you, Seth," then feel the soft whiskers on his chin, and that makes my dick move. Like Robby, I'm extra horny today too. I ask, "Are you going to ask me out on a date this week, Seth?" He says, "There's nothing I'd like more, but I'm working every night this week. You know damn well I love being on a date with you." Jerry looks back at us grinning and I wonder if he heard us. We're at the equipment garage now so we get to work. Seth and I need to have a date sometime soon though. It's sweet sex with him and it contrast nicely with the dominant sex I've been having with Sonny, and the New York contingent too. Well, I did have sex with Cory yesterday, but it wasn't dominant at all, and like I said, Cory isn't sexy to me. He's a wonderful kid, but he needs a nice low-key boy like himself as a boyfriend. He thinks he has a 'thing' for me, but it's because I'm the only one he's ever had sex with. Basically he and I might have buddy sex once in a great while, but probably not. The guys all help loading the truck, and when we're loaded-up Robby looks back at Chubby from the driver's seat, Chubby calls over to us, "You guys set?" I go, "Yep," and he gives Robby the thumbs up and we start off with a lurch of the truck. When the truck picks up speed the road noises and the truck noise engulfs us. Seth knocks off my hat and runs his fingers through my hair, puts his lips to my ear, he says, "You're hair's beautiful, and, um, you are too." I put my lips to his ear, with him grinning ear to ear, and I yell, "Yeah, I know, everybody tells me that." He laughs, cups my ear, and says, "Hey, you're suppose to tell me I have the best hair. It's what you always say," then he kisses my cheek. We do puppy love type stuff like that, plus childish banter as a warm up to undoubtedly more intimate behavior later. It's fun touching each other and goofing off. After a fairly short ride to job number one it begins raining. Then the rain picks up intensity when we're halfway done this first large property. We need to deal with hedges, two acres of lawn, and twenty-seven separate plots of shrubbery and flowers. The various plots need to be outlined with the weed whacker and then weeded. The summer rain's soft and warm, coming down steadily but not hard enough to call off work. We're all soaked to the skin when we reload the equipment and then we're on our way to morning break. During this ride Seth and I get into a heavy make-out that gives both of us boners. It's sexy making out in the rain. Seth's such an awesome guy, so damn nice, and wicked cute. I love the scent that I detect coming off his rain soaked skin. He looks at me with our faces close, and says, "I love you," but of course I can't hear that because it's too noisy back here. I can read his lips though, and see the look of love in his eyes. I grin at him and say, "You too," which he can't hear, then in his ear, I add, "I love you as an awesome friend." The truck comes to a stop and we stand up to watch Robby and Lee go into a convenience store. They return, rain dripping off their caps, carrying bags with drinks and pastries for everyone on the crew. Robby drives under an overpass and parks off the road so we can have our break out of the rain. When the truck stops Seth and I make our way over to Chubby's and Jerry's side of the truck. I sit on the ride-on mower's seat with Seth standing next to me, a little too closely. Jerry puts the tailgate down so Lee and Robby can sit on it and we all drink our coffees and eat the pastries while we goof on each other. Then Chubby's got a joke. he goes, "This guy, Bob, forgets to get his wife an anniversary present and she's a real bitch. She tells him there better be a very special gift in the driveway by tomorrow morning and it better be able to go from 0 to 200 in six seconds. Bob keeps to himself what he'd like to say, then promises a gift. The next morning Bob leaves for work early. His wife gets her fat ass out of bed two hours later and checks the driveway. There's a box out there, but no car. She's pissed, but it is a gift so she goes out and opens the box finding a brand new bathroom scale inside. Bob hasn't been seen since last Friday." Lee goes, "Not too bad, Jeffrey, but lets pick on the old folks for a minute. An elderly couple are watching TV when the old lady says she's going to get herself a dish of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce. The old husband offers to get it for her because he feels like a dish of ice cream too. She tells him to write it down so he doesn't fuck up the order, but he's offended saying he's not so old he can't remember vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce. She insists he write it down, but his pride won't allow it and he goes into the kitchen. Ten minutes later he's back with two orders of fried eggs and bacon. She's pissed he didn't write the order down. She says, 'See, you should have written it down. You forgot the goddamn toast.'" Chubby and Lee go back and forth with jokes and we all have some good chuckles... we're wet, but happy working stiffs just the same. The rain hasn't let up all day and we're forced to eat our lunches in the rain. We're pissed it doesn't stop raining, or if not stop then at least rain harder because then we'd be forced to quit for the day. It's a long ride back towards the shop after the last job of the day and that gives Seth and me time to do some sexy messing around. Five minutes into the ride the rain finally does stop and the sun comes out brightly, changing everyone's mood. I've had the hot's for Seth all day because, for some reason, he seems sexier to me than usual, and also I'm disappointed we won't have a date this week. So that too probably has something to do with us having extra hot's for each other. At the beginning of the half hour drive in the sun we make-out starting with regular kisses, but then it heats up sexually and Seth moves over in front of me. Facing me he sits on my lap, a knee on either side of me and he's partially sitting on my thighs with his feet behind him. He has his arms around my neck with mine around his waist and our mouths are together. We're licking tongues and kissing lips with both of us moaning, although we mostly only hear our own moans in our heads. It's too loud to hear the normal moans of sexual arousal with the wind, motor noise, and the sounds of other vehicles on the highway. Our noses against each other's cheek inhaling sexy scents and it's really quite sexually arousing and hot. I feel like we're in our own little hidden world of pleasure. It's quite an extraordinary way to travel from job site to job site. My boner's hard and aching in my pants as Seth licks across my lips and then up the front of my nose. He imitates everything I do to him, and it's getting me a little wild. We're clinging to each other and every so often he leans forward and our boners bump together. I run my fingers through his hair exchanging a French kiss with him, then he drags his lips from mine, his tongue leaving a saliva trail across my cheek to my ear, where he says, "You're so sexy and hot, Dylan, it's like I'm in a dream." I yell in his ear, "Me too, Seth. Do we dare do a quick fuck back here? I could sit on your boner, or something." I gasp at the thought of that, hoping he goes for it. It's not like it hasn't been done before because Ryan and I did it once or twice back here. Biting my lip I think about it and then Seth's tongue is in my ear squishing around and I almost shoot a load in my pants. He says in my saliva filled ear, "Yes, lets do it. I need to get relief from this yearning for you that's built-up in me." The idea of fucking in this moving truck has me panting, so I move my head up and down agreeing we'll do it while gulping at my strangely aroused condition today. I'm not sure why the needs on me is so hot and heavy, but I quickly say in his ear, "Help me get my wet pants down." He nods his head and we move around awkwardly bumping heads as all four hands pull my wet shorts and soaking wet underwear down to my thighs. Seth grabs my cock and goes down on it sucking the head and twisting his fist on the shaft. I moan into the noise, a moan only I hear in my head. Seth pulls his mouth off my cock when a large precum drool slides out of the pee slit. The precum string stretches from the head of my cock to Seth's lips until he tongues it inside his mouth. He smacks his lips, his eyes big as he stares at my hard boner, then he gets his shorts unbuttoned, telling me, "Get turned around," and I grab my cock. That's the first sound of dominance I've ever heard from him. He looks at me, and adds, "Please," which sort of ruins the moment, but I turn around on my knees anyway. Bracing myself with my hands against the side of the truck, my head almost level with the top ledge. Seth is on his knees behind me as he guides the head of his normal sized boner to my asshole, pushes it in and pulls it out. I look behind me and see he's holding his breath. He then takes in a deep breath, leans in close to me as he's exhaling, and yells in my ear, "I almost shot my load." I nod, then we look into each other's eyes and he gets my face between his hands, a hand on each cheek, and we do a deep sexy kiss. He's panting a little bit, gets back in position and plugs just the head of his cock in past my sphincter muscle. I gasp tightening my ass muscles, desperate to feel his cock up inside me. This is insane, but I get this way once in a while when I need it like... right now! It happens when just the right circumstances collide, and today it started with our banter and silliness first thing this morning. Seth looked so fresh and healthy and hot. Then Robby kissing me in the equipment room so sexily and then it's Seth giving me compliments looking really cute with his sexy two or three days worth of whiskers and that got me all squirmy inside. He's such a good guy too, and so sweet natured. In the pickup between jobs we've been arousing each other with teasing touching and all kinds of kissing, from friendly to sexually hot kisses with our tongues everywhere on each other's faces. It has a way of building up and it's all added-up to me wanting sex with Seth and him wanting to provide it. Plus, this will be the perfect thing to get me in the right frame of mind for the sweetest most loving sexual experience of all. That obviously means with my true love boyfriend tonight. After Sonny's dominant sex, and the New York city sex, I'm readjusting to more normal, less sub/dom influenced sex. Cory unwittingly started it in North Andover and Seth can take it to the next level before the main attraction, the top of the mountain sex with Robby later tonight. He's my favorite sex partner and I'm so lucky he's in love with me. And then there's the small matter of only having sex with Cory over the last thirty-some hours. That might have something to do with my horniness too. Seth leaves just the head of his cock in my ass leaning over to yell in my ear, "I almost had my orgasm again. As soon as my cock head went back into your bubble butt ass I thought I'd blow spunk up your ass. You have no idea how often I jerk off with a picture of you in my head." I nod that I heard him and then the truck hits a pothole causing me to bump my head on the side of the truck and Seth to rock into my body with his boner going almost all the way up my ass. I moan in my head and almost cum myself. I guess that gentle sex with Cory isn't cutting it for me, I've kinda gotten in the habit of a climax more frequently then once in thirty-five hours. Seth chuckles at the pothole-initiated penis penetration, kisses my cheek then slowly pushes the last inch of his boner up my ass. My shoulders shudder, then another involuntary shoulder shudder as another precum pearl appear at the slit of my dick, it drop off as my boner throbs. Seth pulls his cock back and smoothly pushes it back in getting a groan of pleasure from me as I marvel at the familiar sensations coming from my sensitized rectum. Seth's mouth is close enough to my ear that I hear him mutter, "Oh, God, this is awesome," then he leans away from me, gets a grip on both my shoulders and fucks me fast. Sensations explode inside my neglected rectum and I'm totally squirming and moving all around, now gripping the top ledge of the truck's bed for support. Seth's steady fucking is just what I needed and I tighten every muscle in my ass to increase the sensations, all of them of a highly charged sexual nature.The wind direction changes and it's now blowing over the bags of cut grass overwhelming Seth scent with the unmistakable smell of cut grass, horns sound from the traffic, and the truck engine roars as Robby drives us down the highway about sixty miles an hour. That's about the same speed Seth's fucking my ass and my back arches as my shoulders again shudder and my head shakes with me moaning away because the moans are lost in all the other sounds. I swear Seth's on a mission to fuck me hard now, slamming his fat boner up my ass. Soon I'm in a constant state of sexual pleasure and extremely aroused with my head a sea of pleasure moans as my prostate sizzles and the lips of my asshole grip Seth's boner as it slides back and forth in a scintillating steady way. All the surrounding factors that were invading my senses fade into faint sounds and slight smells as Seth pounds his cock up my ass. That's pretty much all I'm aware of now. It's faster and harder than Seth's ever fucked me before, but it doesn't last nearly as long as I wish it would and I miss the "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of his belly hitting my ass. His arms go around my neck pulling my head back towards his, the side of his face next to mine. He's partially standing in what amounts to a deep knee bend position with his hips moving smoothly driving his hard cock up my ass skimming over my prostate and constantly tantalizing the lips of my anus. In this position his thrust are even harder and I can't hold back my quickly developing climax so with my usual loud squeal, which no one hears, I cum hard against the side of the truck with awesome sexual sensations rolling all around my groin and stomach, as my rectum continues sending out pulses of pleasure sensations. There goes my shoulders shuddering on their own again as I tighten my stomach and groin muscles and fire out three more spurts of cum just as Seth humps hard against me and I feel his strong stream of semen blast off the walls of my rectum. It's immediately squishy up my ass and his cock slides happily in the gooey cream. He hugs the side of my head against his and keeps up a rather frantic humping of his hard cock in my ass. I can almost hear him grunting from the effort. Oh man, that felt good... sooo fucking good. Seth's done thrusting with his boner now, but he leaves it in me, his body stays plastered to my back. I'm resting my forehead on my hands against the side of the truck, just enjoying the feel of Seth's body as the world creeps back into my consciousness. I take a deep breath feeling the last of my climax fizzle out and then I again sense my wet clothes and everything else around me. The wind blows through our hair and the smell of fresh grass clippings again takes over my olfactory glands. It's not unpleasant though. Seth kisses the side of my face and slowly removes his cock from my ass. My ass clenches and re-clenches a few times as I sigh. Pulling up his shorts Seth plops down with his back against the truck. Turning around, I do the same. There are two red circles of color on Seth cheeks that I watch slowly fade. He glances over with just his eyes as if he feels he's done something wrong. Ha, I hope he doesn't think he fucked me too hard. Little does he know how much I love getting fucked hard. We look at each other now with drooping eyelids as if we're spent after the sex and maybe still feeling after affect of our orgasms. Then he averts his eyes again. I lean close cupping his ear with my hand, and yell, "That was spectacular, Seth!" He grins a big grin now, then leans over and yells in my ear, "I got carried away and thought maybe I was too rough with you. Boy, did I ever need than, Dylan. Thank you so much for suggesting it. I wouldn't have the guts to suggest having sex in the truck, but I'm glad you did." I yell in his ear, "I needed that pretty badly myself, Seth. Ya gotta love these big mowers." he nods his head grinning, and then mouths, 'Ya gotta love the privacy they provide'. We sit here content with our sides touching and holding hands. We're like this the rest of the way to the last job of the day. We're both feeling good now and we don't even care we're still soaking wet. The sun's out brightly though, a quick conversion from rain to sunshine almost like a thunder shower that's often followed immediately by sunshine. We fucked during the first ten minutes of the ride, a five or six minute fuck that did us both a lot of good. During the last twenty minute of this ride the wind and sun almost dry our clothes. Well, not our asses or backs but most of the rest of us. I know Seth's cum is mixing with my wet underwear and shorts under my asshole, but that's better than having a wet cum stain back there with dry all around the stain. Fucking in wet clothes is a good idea when fucking at work. The last job of the day takes a little over and hour and then it's only a ten minutes ride back to the shop. By the time we unload and clean the equipment it's five-thirty, which is an hour or so later than usual, but that takes care of the next to last Monday of our summer job before college. When I've changed into street clothes I walk outside just as my cell phone buzzes. It's a text from Robby. 'Lets eat out tonight. Love you, Robby.' I go back inside and ask Chubby what his plans for dinner are and he says he's flexible. He can eat with me and then do his part time job, or go right to his part time job after dropping me off at my place. I go, "The reason I'm asking is Robby wants me to eat out with him tonight." Chubby says, "Ahh, that's sweet. You two are the cutest couple. Have dinner with your boyfriend, Dylan, but keep that weekend adventure of yours between you and me. You've confessed that one enough and I wouldn't want anything as stupid as that trip to New York causing trouble between you two." I'm like, "Thank you, Chubby, but would it be okay if you left out the word 'stupid' in connection with that topic from now on? I've beat myself up over that enough already." He squeezes my hand, mumbling, "You got it, bro, no more references to that from me." He makes me smile because he only wants my happiness and I feel his love for me always. It's like a comforting hug making me feel safe." Nodding my head, I mutter, "Love you, brother," and I get Chubby's loving smile in return. Texting Robby back, 'Love you too, Robby, what time will you pick me up?' He tells me seven o'clock and I can't wait. Thinking back to Robby's kissing-greeting for me this morning I get a real sense of anticipation, I'm excited about going on a date with Robby the way a kid gets excited anticipating Christmas morning. That's the way I'm excited and so looking forward to what comes next with me and Robby. No one else gives me this feeling, only Robby. Well, I can say the same for anything I'm doing with Chubby too, but with Robby I can add a touch of lust to my anticipation as well. Chubby and I don't mention my unfortunate weekend during the ride home and I don't expect it to come up again, ever. That's the way Chubby and I deal with things... we talk it out and then put it behind us because like Chubby said, it can't be undone, but we learn from it. After dropping me off, Chubby drives off to make some extra money. He's never been afraid of work and it was a thrill working with him all summer. Chubby and me forever, and of that I have no doubt. In my condo I shower and shampoo carefully for Robby. It's funny, but whenever I'm getting ready for a date with Robby I never wear anything Willie bought me except the last sport watch he gave me in Key West. I wear that because I wear it everyday and Robby would think it odd if I didn't wear it. The prickly situation with me now is the nip ring, so that's on my mind. I need to rack up another little white lie for this thing because it's gonna be noticed as soon as I take my shirt off, and there's no way I'm not taking my shirt off on a date with Robby. Hmmm, I'll make it a simple explanation and the simpler the better. I know what I'm going to tell him already. I'm standing outside when Robby pulls his pickup to the curb below. He sticks his arm out the window waving at me and I skip down the steps feeling happy, and with that anticipation I mentioned, of something good happening. That's the way I always feel with Robby and I've felt that way for a very long time. I go right over to his side of the pickup to get a kiss, and Robby doesn't disappoint. We used to avoid kissing or showing affection openly before we came 'out' as gay boyfriends, but now it's like we're making a statement that we are gay boyfriends. It took me by surprise when Robby told his dad he wanted to take me out on a date tonight and that's the reason he wanted to postpone his trip to Worcester. He came right out and said that. It makes me feel good that he did. We have a yummy thirty second kiss with out lips making a wet smacking sound when they part. "You taste delicious, Dylan. I love your lips, I love every molecule that makes you who you are." I go, "You too, Robby," and he chuckles as I jog around and get in the pickup's passenger seat. Inside we do another kiss with Robby holding my head between his hands like Seth did earlier in the back of the truck. This kiss from Robby is a longer one and I feel loved and sexually aroused too, so of course I have a boner by the time the kiss is over. We're both grinning, saliva on our chins, as I put my seatbelt on. "No more bowling tournaments, Dylan! I can't go another weekend without seeing you. That week you were at the shore was torture for me." I nod my head, saying, "Me too, boyfriend." Robby says, "Don't get upset, but I met a friend of Travis's who's a waiter at a small Italian restaurant. And no, I've never been out with him nor will I ever be out with him because he's straight and engaged to be married. This guy, Tony's his name, is a neighbor of Travis's family. Anyway, he said he'd serve Travis or me cocktails before dinner if we want them, so what do you say, do we want them?" I say, "You're in charge, Robby, so you tell me." he goes, "Oh yeah, I forgot," then he laughs, glances at me, muttering, "Right, I'm in charge, baby, ha ha. Okay, we want them so that's where we'll have our special dinner tonight. It's in downtown Framingham." I wish he hadn't mentioned Travis, although the last time I saw Travis he was really nice to me. He told me that Robby says he's in love with me and that that's never going to change. I shouldn't be too jealous of Travis and mostly I'm not, just a little bit. On the way to the restaurant we talk about returning to Merrimack and then reminisce about last year at college. Neither of us mentions Ryan, although he has to have been on Robby's mind a little because he was a big part of last semester and even part of the semester before that, plus he worked the first few weeks of summer with us too. Just because we don't mention him doesn't mean we've forgotten him. None of the three of us knows how it's going to go when we're all back at college, but we'll find out, that's for sure. Anyway, we finally find the restaurant after getting lost once or twice with Robby doing a little cursing under his breath. There's a small parking lot next to the restaurant which is convenient because parking in downtown Framingham can be a pain in the ass. 'Dino's Italian Cuisine' is a small restaurant in a line of stores that are lining the street on both sides. It looks slightly run down, but inside it's nice with starched white tablecloths and napkins. I like a restaurant that use clothe, not paper. There's Italian music playing and the place has about twenty tables, half of them empty. We wait at the sign that reads 'Please wait to be seated' and a minute later a tall young-looking guy comes over and bumps Robby's fist, saying, "Rob, you took me up on my invitation, dude. Nice to see ya." Robby says, "Yeah, Tony, cocktails before dinner is hard to turn down." Tony chuckles, saying, "Tell me about it, I don't imagine you and your boyfriend get served in bars very often. You guys look about seventeen, heh heh. I had the same problem though, I'm almost twenty-three and I get carded every time I order a drink." Robby introduces me and I bump fists with Tony who doesn't give Robby or me a second look. That's a dead giveaway the guy's straight... ha ha. Tony seats us, giving us menus, saying, "I'll be your waiter. Hey, are you guys big tippers by any chance?" The way he said that was cool. It's the same way Chubby can say unexpected things without anyone taking offense. Robby chuckles, saying, "Depends on how good the waiter is." Tony pats Robby back, mumbling, "Oh shit, I'm in trouble then." He grins telling us he'll be back shortly. Robby and I try to think what cocktail we want and decide on whiskey sours because the bar menu claims freshly squeezed orange juice is used in the building of that drink. I hate that term... build a drink, or build a sandwich. It's so phony sounding. Pretentious too, but whaddya gonna do? We order the drinks and fried mozzarella balls that we can munch on as we drink. The drinks and snack arrive and we touch glasses. Robby says, "To us," and we sip our drinks both exclaiming, "That's good!" I can taste the whiskey a little bit, but it blends into the drink nicely. Good drink and maybe we'll make it our drink of choice except Robby and I finally conclude it's not really a cool drink like a vodka martini would be. The fried mozzarella balls are really good too. A large group of loud diners come in and now the place seems busy. I like that because in a quiet restaurant I feel awkward, plus I feel bad for the owner and the staff. This is much better. Halfway done our drinks Tony comes over with a basket of Italian bread and a shallow bowl with butter balls on ice. He asks for our order, telling us, "Just a heads up, the food comes out slow, guys. Everything is cooked to order." We order another drink, then for dinner I talk Robby into sharing an antipasto for our appetizer, mostly because the one Cory and I had was good, although I don't mention that to Robby. Then we both get veal scallopini for our entrées. When Tony leaves Robby says, "I should have ordered something different so we could share." I shrug, saying, "We can't change it now or we'll look like goofs." Robby takes a sip of his drink, then says, "We don't wanna look like goofs," then he stares at me a few seconds. He smiles, "I love you, Dylan, and I love being with you." I say, "Yeah, but will you still love me when I'm not young anymore and all I have going for me is my aching soul and my love for you?" He says, "It's my intention to find out, baby. Whenever I see you my eyes and heart light up and a growing feeling of joy follows, and I feel happy and fulfilled because of it." Raising my eyebrows, I say, "Gee, that was kind of beautiful, Robby. Thank you. I don't want to say I feel the same way about you because I'm always returning compliments as if they're an after thought, but they're not, they're sincere and I do feel the same way about you. You say loving things better than me, that's the bottom line." He reaches over a puts his hand on mine, quietly saying, "It might sound like I'm sucking up to you, but I'm sincere when I say, as far as I'm concerned no one says or does anything better than you. That's how I feel anyway, and I don't care what others think. As I see things you're my sun and you make me shine." I mutter, "Robby, are you trying to make me cry?" He squeezes my hand, saying, "No, of course not, Dylan, it's just that I've loved you for so long, and I've had this profound longing for your love that isn't ever going to be extinguished in me. And I feel your love too, I'm not saying I don't, and it's the greatest treasure I can imagine." I wipe my eyes, and look at him. Then, trying to keep us from getting overly sentimental, I change the subject, "I got a nip ring over the weekend." He goes, "What? You got what?" I explain what it is, and that I got it at the Salem mall on a whim when Cory and I were killing time in between bowling. And that becomes little white lie number 6080. He goes, "Jesus, that must have hurt." I tell him it was like getting a red hot piece of rock in your eye, only a little worse. Robby claims he's never getting one and I tell him Chubby says he's going to. So that's over with and it was like a shrug from Robby, and no big deal. Even though he had no particular problem with the nip ring I was glad that magically we're interrupted from further discussion of nip rings. Tony serves our second drinks asking if we'd like some house rose with dinner and we say we'd love some. When Tony leaves, Robby asks, "What's house rose?" I shrug, "I don't know, but it's probably wine." Robby goes, "Oh yeah, rose wine. It thru me off when he said 'house rose'." The nip ring discussion is left in the dust and to make sure it stays there I mention the little candle in a bowl flickering in the middle of this rather small and intimate table, and add, "Romantic, huh, Robby?" He says, "Perfect for us because I think we're both romantics. We need to come up with a date for our anniversary. You know, the first time we knew we were in love. Both of us in true love with each other I mean." He's inferring he was in true love with me before I was with him and I guess he's right, but what difference does that make now? We discuss that, deciding eventually that we need to figure out the date when the three overlapping emotions of lust, attraction and attachment occurred and then that will be our anniversary date. When we can't agree when that date might be, we change it to the date we both felt intimacy, commitment, and passion for one another. I say, "Well we had two of those things way back," and Robby says, "We have commitment too, it's just a date to be named later." I go, "Yep, you're right." We give up on that, and I begin to think Robby's been studying about love because now he comes out with this: "Love is a cognitive and social phenomenon if you think about it." I go, "I can't think about it because I don't know what that means." Robby's dead serious when he says, "I don't know what it means either, but it sounds good." I'm nodding my head trying not to laugh at Robby who just seriously admitted he doesn't know what he's talking about. The antipasto arrives along with a bottle of pale wine and two wine glasses which Tony fills halfway up with wine. He takes away the empty whiskey sour glasses and the empty fried mozzarella plate while I wonder if Robby's drunk already. He can't drink very much without getting tipsy. He's not slurring his words though, and I like the words he's been saying for the most part. I gotta say, it's awesome being in love. We both butter a slice of Italian bread and eat it with some salami from the antipasto, then take a sip of wine. Robby says, "That's not bad. Most wine taste like mouthwash." I say, "Yeah, I agree, this is pretty good wine and I like that it's chilled a little." Robby goes, "Hey, this could be our special spot! 'Dino's Italian Cuisine' restaurant can be our place for special occasions." I say, "Great idea, especially if Tony's still working as a waiter here." Robby eats a chuck of cheese, mutters, "Sharp," and then says, "People tend to be attracted to people like themselves. Do you think we're alike?" I go, "Absolutely, Robby," as I pick up a green thing and bite into it only to discover it's some kind of hot Italian pepper. He says, "Ya know, romantic love is kinda like an emotional storm, at least it was in the beginning for me, and I can't imagine the crushed feeling I'd experience should our true love be lost." I say, "You never need to worry about that, Robby, I promise you that with all my heart and soul." Hey, maybe I'm getting a little tipsy too. We eat silently for awhile finishing up the antipasto and our glasses of wine, Robby says, "I guess narcissism is a part of true love in some way." I go, "I don't know," and he goes, "Maybe not. Maybe the most important ingredient in true love is being able to see the other person as they truly are, and not how you need them to be, and be fine with that." I nod, "That sounds perfect, Robby," and it happens to fit right in with my philosophy quite nicely. I ask, "Is that how you see me?" He's like, "Oh yeah, I told you that before." I think I remember him saying something like that. I tell him, "Well, I see you the way you truly are and it's perfect for me. You're exactly the way I need you to be so there's nothing to overlook. I think you're perfect." He smiles, and says, "Right back at you," turning the tables on our usual way of complimenting each other. Tony comes with our veal scallopini and he refills our wine glasses. Robby says, "I gotta tell you, Tony, you're an awesome waiter." He may have slurred a word or two that time. Tony chuckles and mumbles, "Thanks, Rob." Robby and I dig in to our food and for a change we compliment the food instead of ourselves. Robby's right though, this would be a good restaurant to be our special place. What's not to like about it. And, I'm thinking that all this talk of true love bodes well for what's going to happen later in the evening. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help cover expenses. Thank you.