Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 16:01:38 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 97 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 97 by Donny Mumford During the ride back to the condo Robby's continuing with his awesomely authoritative manner. He's finally being proactive about taking charge and moving things along. There's a constant buzzing in my pants because of that, and I'm actually kinda hypnotized by Robby tonight, so it's all way cool. He became more authoritative as the evening progressed and I agreed to one thing he proposed after another. He's been sort of outlining rules for our present and future relationship. We're at a red light, and just because I feel like doing it I reach over and squeeze Robby's arm. He looks at me saying, "How ya doing, Dylan?" I mumble, "I'm good, Robby." He nods his head, "It's going very well tonight, isn't it?" and I'm like, "I'll say, boss," and he goes, "Okay, good. Now please pay attention to this. I want to be sure you and I are on the same page with the things I've decided for us tonight. You've already said you agree with everything, but let's be sure." The light changes and Robby looks at the road as he drives, and I'm all ears, "Firstly, Dylan, we've established, once and for all, that I'll be in charge of all things involving you and me. I feel up to the task and I'm committed to it and will take it very seriously." I go, "I'm sure you will, Robby, I know you can be very serious with important matters, and being the head of the household certainly is a serious matter. That holds true even before we, um, have a household." He chuckles, so I say, "I don't see what's so funny about that phrase, head of the household! You're the one who coined it, remember? It was after you proposed marriage." He says, "Yeah, I know that, but I felt dorky saying it. I wanted to use a different term, but couldn't think of anything else at the moment and unfortunately that hackneyed phrase popped-up in my brain. You're the one who's picked-up on it and reminded me of it many times since then." I go, "That's because I like it. It encapsulates everything nicely." He grins, muttering, "Encapsulates, huh?" I go, "Yeah, it does." Robby shrugs, and says, "Okay, head of the house hold it is. I've changed the date we're getting married, we're now getting married right after our junior year. You agree with that, right?" I'm like, "Yes, unless you decide differently." He nods his head, glancing at me, saying, "Yes, unless I decide differently. It's good you understand that because I reserve the right to change my mind if our situation changes somehow. I'm also going to decide when I think the time is right time to tell you there'll be no more side sex, no more alley catting around for either of us, period. You're the one who wants me deciding when that will be, and you've promised to go along with what I say... that's what we've agreed on. Another really important factor in all this is that you've given your word to continue being the way you've been tonight following my decisions going forward, starting now. What I mean by being the way you've been tonight is you'll be more attentive to me and let me do my job of being in charge and you'll follow directions. Are you on board with that?" I say, "Yep, boss, I told you I am, and as a matter of fact I'm looking forward to all it." He nods, "Good, and another important thing we discussed is you accepting my last name at the wedding, you'll become Dylan Dickers. Have I got all this correct and have I stated it the way you understood everything. In other words, have I reiterated each item the way you understood it when I presented these ideas to you earlier?" I go, "Yes, Robby, they're the things we've agreed on just like the first time. I'm excited about everything and I'm very glad you had this talk with me tonight. I feel we're getting organized. It tells me where we stand, where I stand, and I like knowing that." He says, "You're so nice, Dylan, thank you. You know, this is the perfect way to prepare for our married life. We'll iron out the wrinkles of these changes in this new chapter of our lives together, and then it'll just be a continuation of everything when we're married." I go, "Yep, you've thought out everything," and he goes, "Not everything, there are other things that have yet to be resolved." I ask, "Like what?" and Robby glances at me, "Well, like the nanny possibility, a possibility that I'm not crazy about, but I'll listen to your point of view. We'll decide if a nanny fits into our plans before we're married, but we'll do it closer to the time we get married. Also, you working after college. I'll get you a job, a good job with the company, you just won't be working directly for me. Is that about everything?" I shrug, "Yeah, I think it is. You've done good, Robby. We're beginning to deal with issues early on and I feel more mature already. It's like I'm thinking more like an adult than a kid, and I feel comfortable that we're on the right path." He pats my leg, "You're doing awesome, baby." Robby's undoubtedly feeling much more comfortable about being in charge because of the success he's had being the boss of the crew at work all summer. He parks behind my condo and we get out with Robby putting his arm around my neck and giving me a squeeze. "I feel so good about tonight, Dylan. No one can make me feel this good except you. Not Dodger or my parents, and even though I love them and think they're great, they can't make be happy the way you can. I don't want to sound corny, but I'm really proud of you tonight." I nestle into his side hugging him and looking into his eyes acting like he's my hero. It makes him chuckle, and mumble, "You nut." Inside he takes my hand and we go upstairs with me asking, "Are you at all nervous about the responsibility you're taking on? I mean, if anything gets fucked up it's sort of your fault, ya know?" He says, "It doesn't necessarily mean it's my fault, it depends on what gets fucked up and why... but no, I'm not nervous about it." Walking down the hall to my bedroom Robby squeezes my hand, saying, "I was nervous as hell proposing to you though, heh heh. I was afraid you'd laugh at me, but I should have known a romantic like you, and you being the person you are, wouldn't laugh. Then tonight I was nervous proposing these changes too, especially the one about you adopting my last name when we're married. The fact you're going along with everything gives me confidence that I'm doing the right things where you and I are concerned. I'll forge along with decisions about other things later and then explain them to you." I nod my head, saying, "You almost always do the right thing, Robby." He says, "Nah, I've made poor choices and I've been selfish in the past, but I'm getting older and more committed to being a better person." I sit at my desk and Robby leans against it, adding, "I was horrible in the early days of our threesome. I let Ryan's obsequious attitude towards me go to my head. Plus, you'll admit I'm sure, that you were taking me for granted and screwing around like a dog in heat while Ryan was treating me like I'm a rock star and the greatest lover ever. Like I said, it went to my head, but I worked through it and you helped me do that whether you realize it or not." I go, "Well, you've been more than patient with me the past couple of years so I felt you deserved my patience. I have never not loved you from the end of that first summer we were together right up to this very night. When you really love someone, like I love you, you take them for what they are. You taught me that." Robby rubs my head, muttering, "You're a good person, Dylan, anyone can see that and I feel lucky to be marrying you. Hey, we still need to make my lunch," so I say, "Lets go." In the kitchen I check the refrigerator and see cold chicken breasts. "How about a couple of chicken sandwiches?" He goes, "Sure, I love cold chicken." He wants the sandwiches on white bread with lots of mayonnaise. I slice the breast meat thinly and when the sandwiches are made we look in the pantry and find Tastykakes. Robby picks out butterscotch krimpets and an individual size bag of Cape Cod potato chips. "This will be a great lunch, Dylan, thanks." We put everything in a plastic Ziploc bag and stick it in the refrigerator along with a sixteen ounce bottle of Snapple. Chubby's making lunch for him and me, so that's taken care of. We walk back to the bedroom with Robby saying, "It's been an awesome date, Dylan, our best one yet, but it's time to get ready for bed, we've got work tomorrow. Set your alarm a half hour earlier than usual because I need to be at work before my crew gets there." I say, "Okay, Robby." Oh boy, Robby's first orders for me. This is going to be so cool. In the bathroom he asks, "Do you have an extra toothbrush?" I go, "No, sorry, you can use mine," and he's like, "You don't mind? I brought a toiletry kit, but left it in the car and I don't feel like going down to get it." I ask, "Do you want me to go get it for you?" He makes a face, "No! That's not what me being in charge means! I'm not going to be sending you on errands for me, what's the matter with you?" I go, "Nothing, I just offered," as I smell the back of my wrist blushing. I guess I overdid it. Robby grins, but doesn't comment on my wrist smelling. Robby goes, "Get undressed, Dylan," as he pulls his shirt over his head. I do the same, asking, "You wanna sleep naked?" He says, "No, we'll wear boxer shorts to bed. Then I'll wear what I wore tonight to work tomorrow." I say, "I've got other clean clothes for you to wear." He mutters, "Oh, okay, thanks." In the bathroom, he goes, "You first," meaning brushing my teeth. I wash my hands and face and then brush my teeth as Robby's washing his hands and face, saying, "This will be our normal routine in a week when we're back at college, but for now it's a real treat getting ready for bed with you and then us sleeping together." I nod my head staring at him in the mirror. I've still got the hot's for him like I've had all night. I have a feeling that now that Robby's finally embraced his role as our leader I'm gonna have the hot's for him all the time. Damn, I feel lusciously squirmy again from just looking at him. I wish he'd say something really bossy. Passing Robby the toothbrush, he mutters, "Thanks, Dylan," then washes it under running water as I rinse out my mouth and gargle. While he brushes his teeth our sides rub together as we stand in front of the single sink in our underwear. I'm glad we don't have a double sink in here. I rub against him and he grins at me with a mouthful of foamy toothpaste. Then he rinses out, and says, "ACT brand mouthwash is what I use too." I go, "I know, that's why I use it. I saw you use it last year at the apartment." He shakes his head grinning at me as he gargles. I need to take a piss, but it'd be rude doing it before he's done gargling. When he's gargled, I mutter, "I gotta take a piss," and he goes, "Me too," and we stand next to each other peeing. Robby's short stubby cock looks even shorter next to mine. He asks, "Do you ever wish I had a longer dick?" I say, "Absolutely not. I swear to God I wouldn't change a single thing about you. I love your penis." He chuckles, muttering, "You're awesome." In the bedroom again, I ask, "Are we going to bed right this minute?" He says, "Yes, turn out the light." I'm like, "Okay, but let me check my email first." Robby's under the covers, saying, "It's twelve o'clock, tomorrow is a work day. Turn out the light now, and get in bed." My dick buzzes at his bossiness as I do what I'm told. This is going to be so hot and so much fun. I scramble into bed and Robby gets his arm behind my neck, "Goodnight, Dylan, and thanks for a perfect date tonight." I roll over, half on top of him, looking down, "How about a goodnight kiss?" He puts a hand behind my head bringing my face down to his and gives me the sexiest kiss. Oh God that was nice! I snuggle at his side, murmuring, "Hold me in your arms, Robby. I want to go to sleep like that." He takes a deep breath, then says, "Sure," and wraps me in his arms giving me another quick kiss, then saying, "No more talking." I lay in his arms in the dark loving this turn of events, and loving Robby holding me, and loving his scent. If we could have had one more sexy fuck together this would be close to a perfect night, but as it is, it's superior to most of our other dates, sex-wise anyway. I predict Robby's going to become so use to being bossy to me I'll probably cum in my pants one day just from listening to him. I rub my fingers in his hair and snuggle in tighter. What could be better than this. Soon I hear Robby's even breathing and I know he's asleep. I fall asleep thinking about Robby and me being married and living all our days with each other. If I dreamed in my sleep, I don't remember it. The alarm goes off, my eyes pop open and I look at Robby, who's looking sleepily back at me. We're touching, but he no longer has his arms around me. His big blue eyes opened immediately when the alarm went off, he stares at me, then smiles. "What a nice thing to see when I wake up, your cute face, Dylan." I lean over and kiss his lips, then get a mischievous expression on my face, saying, "Please, Robby." He grins knowing what I want, then he says, "I purposely told you to set the alarm fifteen minutes earlier than I need. Are you tired?" I say, "No way, I got the hot's for my sexy boyfriend again. I love you so much." He says, 'We have time for a little hanky panky, but I didn't wake up with an erection, so...," and he shrugs, asking, "What should we do about that? We don't have a lot of time." I go right under the covers as Robby chuckles. While I use a finger to get his limp dick out the front slit of his underwear, Robby throws the covers down to the foot of the bed. His cock gets sucked into my mouth. Oh man, he smells good down here... a sexy, concentrated Robby scent. As I lick the head of his cock and suck on the shaft I grope myself feeling my boner developing. Robby's cock is so nice to suck. A real fatty of a cock with a nice helmet head on it. My nose is in his fly as I slurp on his cock. Obviously his crotch scent is strong with my nose in his underpants, and like I said, it's sexy as hell. Sex in the morning rocks! I almost wish he had pubic hairs so my nose could get buried in the curly things. It's obvious I've retained the hot's for Robby to the same degree I felt last night. His cock gets fairly hard pretty quickly. Taking it out of my mouth I pull his underpants down and then get them past his knees. He bends a knee and kicks them off his foot on one side, then spreads his legs and pulls up his knees. That's an invitation for rimming if I've ever seen one, so I do a long slow lick up his ass crack and almost blow my load on the bed. This is insane, I'm so turned on by Robby I'm losing it. Gulping, I hesitate a second, glance up at Robby, who looks concerned. "What's wrong, Dylan?" I say, "Heh heh, nothing. I almost shot my load on the bed, that's all. You're body kinda turns me on. I'll be okay." I pause another second, then decide I need to go slower with the rimming. Sucking on his cock again, and then I lick all over his nuts. As I do that his saliva drenched boner is sliding against my cheek. Jesus, that's sexy too! Licking under his balls now I attempt licking his asshole again. I tentatively lick over his asshole and moan at the sexual sensations buzzing around my cock and groin. "Uuumm," I moan again, thinking how uber submissive sucking on my boyfriend's asshole is, and when I start doing it again my orgasm flares up and threatens to explode. I'm feeling very submissive to Robby this morning for no logical reason, and this new sensation is powerfully arousing. Putting my nose in his ass crack and doing quick little licks, then slowly licking over the lips of his anus I feel my cock tighten-up hard. My hands are on Robby's butt cheeks compressing them and massaging them. A quick suck on his asshole and then a longer suck and it seems I'm finally settling down. Licking his asshole for two straight minutes and then getting my tongue inside his ass. "Ohhh," I'm gonna cum. I hump my hips trying to hold back my orgasm and shoot a squirt of cum on the sheet, "Mmmm," I move around a little and kneel right in the cum moaning some more, "Ahhhh, ooh, fuck, that felt so... ummm." Robby misunderstands, and says, "It's sure does feel good, Dylan. I love when you rim me because it shows me how much you love me." My tongue goes back up his ass and my groin tightens up further as I grunt and concentrate on holding off my orgasm. The sexy sensations I'm feeling are awesome, but unexpectedly high for this soon in our sex act. Finally half my tongue is in his ass and now Robby moans, "Aaaaah," and squirms so much on the bed he pulls his ass off my tongue. I move with him panting, and then go down on his cock again sucking and licking it. To take his hard as nails penis into my throat I bob my head on his boner and the head pushes past the gag reflex area and into my throat, then out sliding on my tongue, then in past the gag reflex into my throat again, and back sliding on my tongue, this time with a long stream of precum coating my tongue. Robby sits up quickly pushing me away with a hand on both my shoulders. "It feels fabulous, Dylan, but I want to cum up your ass. Come on up here and get on your hands and knees, we don't have a lot of time. As I scramble up on my hands and knees with a pathetic whine of desire coming from me making Robby look at me and frown, like... what the fuck? Then he get's behind me and really smacks my ass, "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" I go, "Ow! Ow!" and Robby chuckles, "Just making sure you're awake, boyfriend." Another "SLAP SLAP!' gets my butt cheeks stinging as Robby mumbles, "Spanking you is kinda fun, "SMACK!" "That's enough, Robby." Another "SLAP", but I keep my mouth shut because me cock is now vibrating nicely as a result of Robby's dominant behavior. He waits, I guess to see if I'm done protesting, then he drags his dripping cock up and down my ass crack making my shoulders shudder like they usually do. After teasing my asshole a few times he plugs his cock in, moaning, "Mmmmm, I love morning sex with you, Dylan. Brings back memories of college, heh heh." He's in the perfect mood for fun, recreational sex while I'm in a weirdly hot state of mind, extremely aroused by Robby... it's like I can't get enough of him. As he's pushing his boner slowly and tightly up my ass, he conversationally asks, "Would you like to get off fast this morning, baby boy?" I almost shoot my load hearing that baby boy comment. Actually I'm feeling like a little kid again, and it's so fucking weird but cool at the same time. Robby has no idea of my condition. I whine, "Fuck me, Robby." He's got his cock all the way in leaning against my buttocks, rubbing his hand up and down my sides, asking, "Ready, Dylan?" My shoulders shudder again, as I grunt, "Umph, it feels so good," and he says, "Here we go," and "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap,' sounds fill the room for a few minute as he fuck's my ass steadily with me seeing black dots in front of my eyes as my whole body sizzles and shimmers. I'm moaning constantly as Robby continues his quick steady fucking, grunting quietly from the sensations from his cock. I hear our moans and grunts, plus the steady "Slap, slap, slap, slap," with me trying to hold back my climax. I can't hold it back very long. I squeal and arch my back painfully as cum streams from my boner, and then another tight stream flies out followed by three quick squirts. I shimmy and shake with incredible sexy sensations flying around my ass and cock as my head goes down on the mattress smearing in my own creamy cum. My body rocks back and forth as Robby continues to create, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds until I hear, "Aaaaah, oooh, ooh, ah, ah, ah," from Robby as he fills my rectum with juicy cum, and it's a good load too. My ass is sloppy now with Robby's still thrusting for another thirty seconds, then he collapses on my back, his body quivering. He hugs around my belly kissing the side of my jaw, then murmurs, "Jesus, that came on me fast. Awesome morning sex, baby." I'm still shaking a little myself. Robby hugs me again, saying quietly, "You're shaking, Dylan." I mutter, "I'm fine, Robby. I just got over-stimulated because you're so sexy to me." He pulls his cock out and pulls me over on my side. He's behind me hugging and rocking me back and forth the slightest bit as I lay there limp and feeling really good. He goes, "You're so special, Dylan," and a kiss on the back of my head. Robby says, "Turn around and look at me," so I flop around and put my arm over Robby's belly. He gets be on my back and he goes up on an elbow looking down at me, quietly saying, "Listen to me for a minute, I have two more things to run past you real quick, then I need to take a shower and get my ass to work. We just had really hot sex, right?" I nod my head, mesmerized by him again. I think he's going to give me more instructions. He wets his lips, grins at me, then says, "I wanted to be sure you started the first day of this new chapter in our relationship feeling sexually satisfied. That's why I asked to sleep over tonight. I planned on having sex with you first thing in the morning, and we just did." He sure plans things out! Robby goes on, "This morning's sex hopefully will help you to resist your urges the rest of the day. If you're anything like me it'll be hard to resist temptation initially, but you need to start some time, so today is the day. If you'll try remembering our sex last night and this morning and begin the process of getting used to the idea that it's satisfied your libido that will be a good start. I don't expect a dramatic turn around at all. Not where you and side sex are concerned, but at least try consciously to pass it up. It's just something you can think about that maybe you haven't thought about up till now. I know from experience it gets easier as you go along. I've been working at it all summer because I want to set an example for you, and now I find myself at a place where I can have a date with Travis without any sex at all, or very little. I can't do that all the time yet, but some of the time I can and he's my only other boyfriend besides you. Nee dless to say, you two are so far apart in my heart as boyfriends it's not even funny. Oh my God, you're way the fuck ahead of my feelings for him, so far ahead he can't even see you. And it'll be the same way if I replace Travis with Ryan. We don't know how that's going to go, so we'll see. All I'm telling you to do is just try to resist your urges one time, okay. You'll feel good the first time you resist." I say, "Sure Robby, but I'm telling you I don't have as much side sex as you think." He shrugs, "Whatever, I'm just telling you to try to think of us and our future together before acting on your impulses, that's all, just give it a thought." I nod my head thinking how Robby, before he's done, is going to give me the biggest fucking guilty conscience of all time. And he goes, "The second thing is we're going to get together each week on the same day for a sort of fiancé meeting. I'll want you to tell me, without naming names, of an instances or two or three where you refrained from having side sex that week, side sex that was there for you to take if you wanted to, but you said no. I'm pretty sure you get offers more than anyone I know, but they'll be a time when you'll tell me you resisted and gently turned whoever down. Be honest with me, if you didn't resist anyone just say that, and that'll be that for that week. I think we're at a point where you'll want to impress me how hard you're trying to work your way out of the random side-sex the way I have. I'm hoping the meeting each week will motivate you to try harder. By us discussing it honestly each week it might encourage you to give the extra effort so that you can honestly tell me, 'I resisted side-sex twice this week, Robby'. I think you'll feel proud of yourself and I'll sure be proud of you." I ask, "Is this like alcoholics anonymous ?" He says, "A little, I guess. Listen Dylan, I promise you I'm not expecting miracles, I'm just suggesting if you try harder it might work for you like it did for me." I say, "You've always had more willpower than me, Robby." He's a little exasperated, saying, "I'm instructing you to try it, Dylan. Will you do it?" Feeling almost like a little kid again, and very submissive, but loving Robby so much it's off the charts, I say, "Yes, Robby, of course. I told you I agreed with everything you outlined last night. My dream is to be happily married to you. Your dream has become my dream, and I actually feel more mature just saying that." He smiles, "Thank you. Um, I'm actually kind of surprised, ya know, that you're not arguing about everything. I've obviously underestimated you and I apologize for that." He rubs my head and kisses me, then hops out of bed saying, "I need to really hurry now. Thanks a million, Dylan. This is gonna be, um, prefect!" I grin back at Robby as he hustles into the bathroom. Laying in bed pleasantly sexually satisfied I'm wondering what exactly Robby thought I'd argue about. I've wanted Robby to adopt this take charge attitude like forever, so I sure as hell wouldn't argue now that he's finally doing it. He still isn't totally confident though. I say that because he seems surprised whenever I agree with him, like he wasn't sure he'd decided the right thing, and then when I agree it's a good idea he's surprised. Gee, I didn't realize he was working on cutting down his side sex all summer. Damn, that wasn't expected and I wish he wasn't so far along in accomplishing that goal. On the other hand, like I thought earlier, that'll mean more sex for Robby and me, and that's a good thing. Yeah, it is a good thing especially now that I've got the increased hot's for him. The only thing I can compare this to is that month during the last semester when Ryan and I were in incredible heat for each other like I've never experienced before. The big difference with Robby is, with him I've got the hot's for him plus a deeply felt true love that I didn't have for Ryan, so this is going to be off the charts hot. This morning I shot a little load just licking Robby's asshole, so that's an indication how hot he is to me. Man, I felt so submissive too! It was awesomely sexy and what a dreamy feeling I've had since last night. I wonder if it can get any sexually hotter than this for me. I can hardly imagine what it will be like if I get hotter for Robby than I already am. Damn, what an unexpected turn of events for me. I had no idea Robby had this planned out ahead of time, right down to sleeping over so he could start my first day of our new relationship with a good fuck, followed another little lecture. I can't see were Robby has made any missteps at all. He's gonna have me exactly where he wants me in no time, but what he may not fully understand is where he wants me is exactly where I want to be. Right this second, like last night, I'm not thinking about side sex. If someone strapped a lie detector to me and asked me if I was through with side sex I'd say yes, and it would register as the truth too. But like Robby said, a week from now I could easily slip into some irresistible side sex. Sure, I'll have a guilty conscience afterward, but not while I'm doing it. It'll take time, also like Robby said. Today is the first day of a conscientious effort on my part to sincerely try to cut down and I'm determined to do without side-sex for a least today. It's one day at a time. I'm committed. Robby comes flying out of the bathroom after his shower, saying, "The bathroom's all your, Dylan. You better hurry up. I think I've made us both late for work." I look at him as he pulls on a pair of my jockey shorts, and say more sternly, "Get up and get moving!" I do that, thinking, 'Oh boy, this is really going to be a fun ride with Robby telling me to shape up, but hee hee, he's got his work cut out for him, that's for sure!' Robby's dressed in a flash, he kisses me on the lips real fast, saying ,"Hurry, don't be late," and runs into the kitchen. I hear him says, "Hi, Chubby, I gotta run," and then the door to the cellar slams. Mister conscientious, that's Robby. It takes me five minutes to shower, two minutes to brush my teeth, another minute to pee, and less then two minutes to get dressed. I go in the kitchen waving at Chubby, who's on the balcony. After making a cup of coffee I join him out there. A quick kiss on Chubby's lips as we do a one arm hug, holding our mugs of coffee away from us. Chubby says, "A sleep over last night I see." I go, "Oh yeah, Robby and I had the most awesome date last night." He lights a cigarette and takes a drag, then passes it to me. As I lip the cigarette filter, he asks, "Without detailing anything sexy, why was it a more awesome date then usual?" I say, "Well, Robby was laying out some plans for us regarding our wedding, and plans for us leading up to the wedding too. I'm going to take his last name when we're married. I'll be Dylan Dickers." He raises his eyebrows, "Oh, that's interesting. Dylan Dickers, huh. An alliteration name." I say, "Yep," and exhale cigarette smoke. Chubby takes the cigarette back and I drink some coffee as Chubby says, "Kinda a long way off, isn't it? To be making plans I mean." I go, "Robby's super organized, and he likes to get things resolved ahead of time. And anyway he's moved the date up for our wedding to right after our junior year, it's no longer going to be after our senior year like I thought. He could move it up some more depending on how things go." Chubby thinks about that a little bit, passes the Marlboro to me, and asks, "Like what things would need to change?" I go, "How well we're getting along is important for one thing, and me keeping a positive and cooperative attitude is necessary for another thing. Other factors are involved too, but Robby will know if and when he should make the date sooner, or push it back. And, um, we need to get over our side-sex habit first too... I guess that especially relates to me." Chubby's taking a drag off the cigarette, he looks at me with furrowed eyebrows, so I ask, "What's wrong, Chubby, Robby's taking charge and guiding us through everything. He's more responsible than I am." Chubby goes, "Oh, so he's the boss, huh?" I go, "Yep, fer sure. When we get married he'll be the head of the household." Chubby laughs, then sees me still frowning, and says, "Um, I thought you were kidding there for a second." I'm still frowning, so he mutters, "No, your right, somebody should be, um, what you said, the head guy, or something." I say, "Robby and I will discuss everything, but he'll make the final decision, that's all. He's fair. It's to eliminate arguments." He goes, "That won't necessarily eliminate arguments, but all I care about is if you're happy. If you're happy, I'm happy." I say, "I know that, and I'm happy, so smile for me." He nods his head and flicks the cigarette butt way out in the parking lot, but he doesn't smile. He's not thrilled with what I told him and I knew he'd take it the wrong way, but I share a lot of stuff with Chubby so I had to shared this news. Chubby always thinks somebody's taking advantage of me. I ask, "What don't you like about Robby's and my plans?" He says, "They sound mostly like Robby's plans." I shake my head, "Nope, they're our plans, his and mine." We finish our coffees quickly and hurry down to the Jeep. Chubby drives fast and we get to work two minutes early without getting a speeding ticket. Plenty of time to change into work clothes. Inside the locker room we all exchange Monday morning greetings that aren't as enthusiastic as other mornings' greetings. Monday morning blues is what everyone has, but I'm upbeat. "Hey, Seth, you're looking good, boy!" and I squeeze the back of his neck. Seth does what he always does, he leans into me, smiling. "Wow, Dylan, what a cool haircut!" I go, "Thanks, I got it Saturday. It's called a fade cut." He says, "It's styling, but you have such awesome hair you should let it grow out some. You're always getting extremely short haircuts." Huh, I won't tell him that between Sonny and Willie I don't actually get to choose my haircut style, but instead I say, "Yeah, maybe I'll let it grow out some, but you're the one with awesome hair." He asks, "Will you give my awesome hair a haircut tonight? It's the only night I'm not working part time this week." I say, "Sure." When we've changed into our work clothes we go out to the blacktop to wait for our boss. Seth asks, "Did you see the schedule?" I go, "No, I didn't have time to take a peek at it," and he bumps my side, saying, "It's a large lawn mowing day. All the equipment will be on the truck." I go, "Oh, yeah," and think, 'Shit! The first day in my effort to cut down on side sex and it has to be a large lawn day'. Seth gooses my ass, muttering, "We can mess around in between jobs." Oh man! I say, "Oh, heh heh, Seth, then to change the subject, I go, "Oh, by the way, we'll need to do your haircut right after work, okay? I might be seeing Robby tonight after dinner." He seems disappointed, but says, "Sure, right after work." He's staring at me, so I ask, "What?" He shrugs, "Oh, it's nothing." Goddammit! I can't hurt his feelings. I'm the only sex partner he's ever had except for a couple of bad sexual experiences with older men, strangers. I rub my fingers up the back of his head knocking his hat off and grabbing a fistful of his hair, asking, "How long's it been since your last haircut. Your hair's longer than I expected, Seth. Feels nice though. I'll shampoo it for you and give you the full salon treatment." I rub his hair some more smiling at him. He perks up, and asks, "You mean the whole salon treatment?" I go, "If you want the whole treatment, you got it, buddy." We're talking code, but we both know we're talking about sex. So this won't be one I can tell Robby I resisted at our Friday meeting. Never mind a week, it looks like I can't even go three hours without side sex. I'm not hurting Seth though, he's too nice and innocent. Not innocent about life, he's lived a hard life, but innocent about sex and his feelings for me. He thinks he's in love, but he's not. Well, I'm not hurting him, that's all there is to it so I'll just hope in time Seth finds the right boy for him. I'm going to introduce him to Connor at the party that's coming up the weekend after this... it's their welcome home party. But Connor's only home for two weeks, so that's not a permanent solution for Seth. Robby comes out of the morning meeting and our eyes meet for a second, then his dart to the group as a whole, but my dicks buzzing. Then Robby starts in with his usual pep talk although I hardly know what he's saying because my dick does a back flip and I grope myself with the hand I have in my pocket. I might have hotter sexual heat for Robby than the hottest for Ryan's and my month of high, high heat. This is topping that, and I squirm grabbing Seth's arm and pulling him against me. This is totally nuts! He mutters, "What, Dylan?" I stare at him, mumbling, "Isn't my boyfriend hot?" He glances at Robby, then back at me, looking uncertain. I manage to mutter, "You do too, Seth," I take a deep breath as Seth's asking, "Are you okay? You look funny." I nod my head, gulping, "I'm fine." He pulls on my arm now, saying, "We're suppose to get the equipment." I look up and see everyone heading for the equipment room, so I go, "Oh yeah, lets go." Robby's in the equipment room checking to see that the big mower is safe to ride. He asks the maintenance man to check the air pressure in the tires. I'm staring at Robby giving orders to the maintenance man who's about fifty years old. Robby looks about seventeen, but, Sy, the maintenance man, is being attentive and doing what Robby told him to do. Then Robby's checking out the big walk behind mower giving Jerry the okay to take the mower to the truck. Jerry say, "Yes, boss," and starts the mower, then guides it out of the garage. Seth's collecting leaf blowers, "Here ya go, Dylan, I'll grab the weed whackers." I'm like, "Huh?" in a daze, filled with admiration for my boyfriend, Robby. What a leader! Seth brings the weed whackers and I carry the leaf blowers on our way back to the truck. Seth's like, "Your last week on the job, Dylan. Robby got me a full time job. I'm working with guys cutting lawns into October and then I'll be on the snow removal crew this winter. When I'm not working snow removal I'll be working for Sy in the maintenance shop doing maintenance work. Robby tells me that Sy will train me so I can be backup to Sy. He gets sick a lot I'm told, but I don't know what his illness is." I go, That's awesome, Seth. When did you find this out?" He says, "Last Friday after work. You'd already left. Robby went out of his way to take care of me and get me this full time gig. I need it too." We're almost to the truck when Seth says, "I'm glad I got laid off from my other job, I like it here a lot better. Robby's the best boss I've ever had." See, I'm not the only one who thinks Robby's awesome. Looking back to get another look at Robby I see him jogging toward us. When he catches up he give me a little grin, then says, "You two stow that equipment away, and head right back to get rakes and leaf bags, okay guys?" Seth says, "Sure thing, Rob," and I nod my head looking into Robby's eyes. He grins at me again, pats my shoulder and then jogs over to Lee, who's studying today's schedule leaning up against the cab of the truck. I watch as they talk, then Lee laughs and Robby pats his back grinning. He has something to say to everyone making us feel we're important. I've been taken all this for granted, but now it's like I'm studying Robby and I'm more impressed with him than ever. Boy, and I'm engaged to him too! I'm not fucking that up, no way. We're all loaded up with Robby in the driver's seat and Lee riding shotgun. Lee looks at Chubby through the small back window of the cab, so Chubby asks, "You and Seth ready, Dylan?" I go, 'Yep," and he gives Lee the thumbs-up, Lee tells Robby and the truck roars to life. We always go to the property furthest away first thing in the morning and then work our way back closer to the shop. Seth immediately take my hand and puts it on his crotch, his hand on top of mine. He shouts in my ear, "Lets see how long it takes for me to get a boner! You can feel me get hard." It's childish, but Seth didn't have much of a childhood supporting himself from age seventeen, and his life wasn't too cool before that either. He told me once that he was always considered the black sheep in the family and he's never figured out why he was thought of like that. His parents are a couple of pieces of shit, if you ask me. Some people shouldn't be allowed to have children. Seth's staring at me with eyes like mine when I was staring at Robby a little while ago. The difference is Robby's mine, but I'm not Seth's although he wishes I was. It's enough to break my heart sometimes. Him and Connor deserve so much better, and I can throw Cory in there too. Damn, some guys have no luck at all, or very little of it. I smile at Seth and he mouths, 'I love you'. Oh man! What can I do except take my hand off his crotch and put my arm around his shoulder to hug him against my side. In one smooth movement he swings over and sits on my lap facing me with a knee on either side of me. He's done this before of course so it shouldn't have surprised me, but it did. Seth has a mischievous cute grin on his face. Then he leans in and cups my ear, yelling over the truck and road noise to say, "I'm gonna stick my tongue in your ear," then he does it. It's a sexy thing to do, but I don't encourage him this time. Robby's lecture is running around my brain, but I'm still determined not to hurt Seth's feeling. We make out for awhile and Seth's become very good at it so we both spring hard boners and we're both moaning a little too. It's very sexy, but it's as far as we take ii this morning. If I can get through the day without getting laid, I'll consider it a step in the right direction, but there's no way Seth's not going to fuck me after his haircut. It's like I can't let him down, so this isn't a fair test. And anyway Robby said he doesn't expect a miracle over night, so there's a lot of leeway in that statement. My goal is to shoot for one time this week that I can say 'no'. It'd be nice if Ray asked me for sex because it's easy turning him down, although I'm not sure if technically that would count. At lunch Robby calls me over to the truck and when I get there, he asks, "How ya doing today?" I say, "Okay, but can we have a date tonight?" He squeezes my shoulder, saying, "I'm glad you want one, Dylan, but I can't tonight. Tomorrow for sure, but you know there's a meeting at seven o'clock most Mondays. Dad wants me at all the meetings so I'll be ready to take over after college. I'm going to have dad's job and he'll become president of this company, plus he's planning a new company that he'll be starting in two to three years. We're planning on expanding now that the economy has picked up." I say, "Oh, I see, you're 'planning for the future' with your dad." He shrugs, "I guess. I'd like to kiss you right here, but we'd better not. I'll miss you tonight." I say, "We had the best date ever last night and this morning too, didn't we." He says, "I'll say, I loved every second of it, Dylan, and I'm so proud of the way you're accepting the changes I'm making." I go, "Can't wait for next week when we're living together again. Are you sure we can't get together after your meeting tonight. I'd really like it if you could," He says, "I appreciate that you want to see me, baby, but when I say 'no' to something please don't nag me about it. Will you try and not do that? No nagging." I nod my head feeling my dick tighten. He says, "Will you, Dylan?" I mutter, "Oh, sure, sorry." He says, "Don't be sorry. I could have put that in a nicer way, I'm the one who's sorry. I called you over just to say I love you and I'm proud of you." I go, "And you wish you could kiss me." He chuckles, "Yeah, and I wish I could kiss you. Tomorrow night we'll make up for missing tonight." I want to asks him if maybe he could sleep over again tonight, but it might be considered nagging so I don't. Terry calls Robby, and Robby says, "Have a good afternoon, Dylan," pats my shoulder and goes to find out what Terry wants. The afternoon is a hard push by everyone to finish on time. The large properties days are always our hardest day of the week so I'm glad when this day is over and we're making the short drive back to the shop. When in the locker room changing Chubby asks, 'What are we doing for dinner, bro?" I shrug, "What would you like, Chubby?" He says, "How about something on the grill like chicken or baby back ribs that we can barbecue." I go, "My mouth's watering," then I lean over and whisper, "Do you mind if I invite Seth?" He says, "Of course not." Seth's at his locker so I walk over, and say, "You're invited to dinner tonight, Seth. You said you don't have part time work tonight, so how about it?" He goes, "That's so nice of you, I'd love to." I tell him, "Chubby and me are doing baby back ribs on the grill with barbecue sauce." He goes, "Awesome!" I pat his shoulder mumbling, "We'll have a good time, Seth," and he says, "I'll be over after I take a shower, thanks!" I'm changed into regular clothes so I go out to see if Robby's around and I spot him talking with his boss, that asshole Chuck Tanner. Chuck looks like he's lecturing Robby. Robby listens nodding his head in agreement. Done talking, Chuck does a flip motion with his hand like he shooing Robby away. Robby turns around with a pissed off expression on his face. I call out, "Hey, Robby," and he looks up and smiles. I stand here staring at him as I chew on my bottom lip, and then Robby motions for me to come over. I jog to him and Robby puts his arm across my shoulders, saying, "Take a look at this," walking me to the side of the building. I ask, "What was Chuck yelling about?" Robby says, "He didn't like my last work report," and I'm like, "Why?" Robby goes, "He's working under the old guidelines. They've been changed. Me and dad worked on them last week, but they're basically for next summer's part timers. I filled it out the new way and he didn't like it because he hadn't told me to use the new guidelines." I go, "He didn't need to be so nasty about it," and Robby tells me, "He's my boss so I respect the position, although not necessarily him. He's got the title so I swallow my pride and say, "Yes, Chuck, I understand. I respect authority although I might not agree with it or like it all the time." I nod my head thinking that's a mature attitude right there, then say, "I respect your authority both at work and in our personal relationship." He say, "That's nice, what I called you over for is this," and his arms go around my neck for a sexy wet kiss with lots of tongue. The kiss last two minutes and leaves me humping my hips into Robby's crotch very close to orgasm. Robby breaks the kiss and looks at me, murmuring, "I'm sorry I can't be with you tonight, but that kiss might remind you of what's up for tomorrow after work." I'm taking slow deep breaths groping myself. Our mixed saliva is all around my mouth. I manage to mutter, "Robby, I just want you to know that I've never ever been more in love with you, or desire you like I'm feeling right now. You're it for me, you're all I need." He says, "We'll see baby, time will tell. I could kick myself for not taking a leadership role with us earlier, but I didn't feel confident I could pull it off. Now I do, and you give me more confidence every time we're together. Have you set a goal for yourself, like five days or a week, something that's a short period in the beginning to try and get through without side sex? That's the way I did it. A week at a time." I gulp thinking about Seth tonight, then say, "No I haven't. I feel I need to tell you this. Seth has a wicked crush on me and he's such a good guy with such a terrible life, so I feel I need to be there for him." Robby looks at me, then says, "Do what you need to do, Dylan. You'll know what that is." He pats my shoulder, saying, "I'll see you tomorrow." I go, "Robby..." but he's walking away, muttering, "Tomorrow, Dylan." Oh fuck! He says, 'Do what you need to do', huh? That could be interpreted in a few ways. He might be complimenting me on being loyal to Seth. The part about me 'knowing what to do' sounds ominous though. Hmmm. This is going to be harder than I thought. By the time I get back to the locker room I'm concentrating on Robby's comments from last night, especially the one about him not expecting miracles, and how it's difficult to begin breaking old habits so it's slow going at first. That makes the most sense if you ask me. I like that part of his speech. Seth comes out bumping fists with me, saying, "See you in about an hour, okay?" I go, "Yep, see you then." It's as simple as this, I'm not letting Seth down. I won't do that, but as a nod to Robby I won't bring it up or initiate anything with Seth, like kissing him during his haircut, which I like to do with certain guys. I can eliminate that much, fer sure. Chubby's goofing around with Lee so I light a cigarette and lean against the Jeep smoking. Chubby wasn't thrilled with Robby's plans for me and him, but I've found Chubby gets over things pretty quickly so I might as well get this thing about the threesome out in the open to get it over with. Chubby's only looking out for me, but he needs to have more faith in me. I'm stepping on the cigarette butt when Chubby finally comes over asking, "Ready, bro?" I go, "Yep, but we'll need to take a detour to Stop & Shop." He says, "I know. Damn, after dinner I need to finish up some stuff for mister Foster, but I should be done completely by Thursday at the latest, maybe Wednesday." I still haven't wanted to drive the Jeep since my round trip to New York so Chubby automatically gets in the driver's side. He start the Jeep and off we go. On the highway, Chubby says, "I wasn't being fair with you this morning, Dylan. Who am I to question what you and Robby decide about your relationship. You've been going together for like three years so something's working." I say, "Yeah, and guess what? Ryan will be back at Merrimack next week and we're going to try the twin boyfriend thing again. Just to see if we like it, but no hassles this year like last year." He goes, "Jesus, you guys are something, but the same logic I just used goes for that craziness too. You and Robby must know what you're doing. I worry about you getting hurt, but maybe I need to worry more about how the hell I'm ever going to fall in love with some cute chick. I really would like to know how it feels to be in love." I say, "There's some lucky cute person out there for you, Chubby, you'll see." He goes, "Person?" and I say, "Keep an open mind, it could be a guy." He laughs, "You're awesome, Dylan." Oh boy, two people called me awesome today, Chubby and Seth. Maybe Robby did too. I know he said I was awesome last night. Nice feeling that guys think I'm awesome. I say, "Thanks, Chubby. You know I think you're awesome." In Stop & Shop I see what I consider a cute young boy that I've seen before in here, but I didn't used to think he was all that cute. Am I lowering my standards I wonder? I mean, this incompetent moron who's hiring the part time bag boys and cashiers has an aversion of some kind to cute guys, so the cuteness factor in this area has become dangerously low in this particular Stop& Shop store. I may need to endure the higher prices at the Whole Food store to check out their part timers. Oh yeah, there's that dumb bastard that's doing the hiring. He's in his little booth in the middle of the row of cash registers. Looking at the geek, he wouldn't know cute if he fell over it. Chubby says, "What's wrong?" I go, "Oh nothing, some things piss me off, that's all." He laughs, "Some things? How about almost everything." I go, "Chubby, that's just so wrong. Come on, lets check out the meat section." We choose a whole rack of baby back ribs. They're not on sale so we'll have to pay the full price of $21.95. What a rip off! We get frozen french fries that we'll cook in hot lard so they're salty and crispy on the outside, but creamy in the middle. Chubby says, "Lets get corn on the cob and tomatoes from that farmer's truck parked illegally at the empty office building on Main Street." We pay for the ribs and fries, checking ourselves out with me getting pissed off all over again because it used to be fun flirting with the young guys at the register. Chubby drives us to the spot where a farmer sells produce out of his truck. There are a half dozen woman picking out what they want as we peel back a number of corm ears finding shiny small kernel ones. Chubby mutters, "These are beauties," we get six ears so we all can have two. Then we pick out tomatoes, pickling cucumbers, and a red onion for the simple salad. This will be really good. I wonder if Seth is off his Ramon noodle diet? Back at the condo, when we're in my kitchen, Chubby says, "Wow, I'm psyched about this dinner." We turn the oven on at three hundred degrees so we can pre-bake the ribs wrapped in aluminum foil, then we'll grill them on the gas grill getting a little char on them and the grill flavor. First though the rack of ribs gets a dry rub that we mix ourselves. Paprika, garlic powder, coriander, salt, and pepper get rubbed on the rack of ribs. We wrap it in foil and into the oven it goes. Chubby mixes our barbecue sauce combining finely sliced onion, ketchup, brown sugar, Worcestershire sauce, half a can of Coke, cider vinegar, paprika, garlic powder, chili powder, and Frank's hot sauce. It'll simmered on the stove until it's thick enough to coat the back of a spoon. It'll be a sweet and spicy barbecue sauce we'll use to baste the ribs frequently while it cooks on the grill, and we will turn the ribs often. Because of the sugars in the sauce we need to be careful it doesn't burn and become bitter, that's why we'll continue to bast it and turn it. I start a pot of water boiling for the corn on the cob as Chubby gets Crisco lard melting in a pot for the french fries. Everything is on low and after we put the salad together and put it in the refrigerator we go out to the balcony for a smoke. Chubby lights a cigarette and takes a drag, asking, "Robby's aware of you messing around with other guys, is that right?" I take the cigarette, muttering, "Yeah, but he thinks I do more of it than I do, plus he has another side-sex partner too." Chubby makes a face, mumbling, "You two have a very unusual arrangement, you know that don't ya?" I say, "No, I don't know that. How do you know if it's unusual or not?" He shrugs, "I'm just guessing, but it seems unusual on the surface. Maybe it's a gay thing." I go, "It's a Robby and Dylan thing, that's all I care about. I don't know what's normal for other gays, or straights for that matter. I only know what works for Robby and me, and I might mention you're boppin' two girls at the same time too." He goes, "That's fair, but it isn't just you and Robby, it's Ryan too, right?" I say, "That remains to be seen, Chubby. We're young and learning about what we want." He says, "You guys are having a hellava time while learning if you ask me. I'm jealous." I chuckle, "Join the team and join in on the fun." He gives me a look, but doesn't comment. Just as we finish the cigarette the front doorbell sounds. It must be Seth. I answer the door and see Seth all shiny clean, smiling and holding out a pack of Marlboro lights. He's no mooch, he pays back the cigarettes he bummed from me over the past month. I go, "Hi ya, Seth, you didn't need to buy me a pack of cigarettes." He says, "Yes I did," and he sees Chubby out on the balcony looking out at the parking lot, so Seth gives me a kiss as he blushes. I say, "Thanks, Seth. Come on in." We join Chubby on the balcony. Chubby and Seth bump fists, with Chubby saying, "Dude, you're looking good. I hear you were hired full time by mister Dickers." Seth says, "It was Robby who got me the job. I only talked to his dad a few minutes to make it official." Chubby asks, "Did you get a raise?" and I say, "That's personal, Chubby!" Seth shrugs, "It's okay. I got a raise that's effective September first. I feel lucky and I'm gonna make sure they get their money's worth." I say, "I've no doubt about that," and Seth leans into me and sort of hugs me, muttering, "Thanks, Dylan." Chubby gives me a look, like, 'Oh, Seth too'. I put my arm across Seth's shoulders telling Chubby, "Seth and I are buddies. Aren't we Seth?" His arm is around my waist as he says, "Yep, we are." Chubby chuckles, muttering, "I'm on the wrong fucking team." I say, "There's always a spot on the team for switch hitters. Shane Victorino got a three year, thirty nine million dollar contract from the Red Sox so being a switch hitter worked out pretty well for him." Chubby laughs, "I can't keep up with you, Dylan." The three of us talk about how the Red Sox surprised the shit out of us this year by playing great baseball and staying in first place most of the season. While we're waiting for the ribs to get tender in the oven, Chubby goes to his place and brings back beers which we drink while smoking and bull shitting about this summer's job working for Robby. We concentrate on the funny stuff that happened on the job. Seth seems more relaxed than usual and maybe that's because he knows he has a job he can rely on. I feel really good for him and especially because my boyfriend Robby made it happen. I stick the corn in the pot, three ears at a time and boil it for only four minutes, then put the other three ears in and we eat the cooked corn on the cob dripping with butter and sprinkled with salt. Two ears each and there are few things more delicious than just-harvested and properly cooked corn on the cob. The ribs come out of the oven and are painted with barbecue sauce before going on the grill. Chubby tends the ribs basting and turning them frequently as I get the french fires ready with Seth standing close by and staring at me. I glance at him occasionally and each time I do he grins and blushes. It's hard for me to visualize this sweet kid out in the world alone supporting himself working with tough men on his previous masonry job, but he pulled it off. Seth has a rock hard side to him that's basically an act. He realized he could be his true, normal sweet self pretty quickly working with us. I'm so happy for him I could cry. Once in awhile something really good happens and for Seth it was being hired by Robby. When Chubby gives me the word that the ribs are ready, I put the french fries in the hot lard and step back as they sizzle and spit while burning off the water in the frozen fries. Chubby cuts the rack of ribs into individual ribs, I get the salad out and we eat everything, and is it ever good! Wow, it's one of the best parts of summer, fresh produce and grilled food. After cleaning up the mess in the kitchen Chubby bumps fist with Seth and me, then he's off to his part time job. When it's just Seth and me, he looks shy, glancing at me quickly, fidgeting. I ask, "Ready for your shampoo and haircut, Seth?" He nods his head, biting on his bottom lip. Running my fingers through his hair, Seth leans into me and hugs me around the waist. Jeez, I love this kid and I feel really good that I'm able to bring some happiness into his life. "Lets go downstairs, Seth, and get started." to be continued... Donny Mumford _thinat20@yahoo.com_ (mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com) Just a little heads up. I have two books published that are available on Amazon that perhaps you would like to order and read.(Actually one book and one short story. Read the short story first). 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