Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 09:44:52 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 99 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 99 by Donny Mumford Seth and I are in bed wearing boxer shorts. We're prepared for work tomorrow with Italian subs in the refrigerator for tomorrow's lunch, and clothes laid out for after our shower in the morning. I set the alarm accordingly and then turn out the light, but it's not even eleven o'clock so we probably won't go to sleep right away. Getting my arm over Seth's shoulder we lay face to face on our sides. I asks him, "Are you sure you're not worried about catching whatever I've got because I definitely am coming down with either a cold or the fucking flu." Seth says, "I'd be willing to catch a hell of a lot worse than the flu if it means I get to sleep with you." I mumble, "I really don't deserve your devotion, Seth. Any gay guy, including me, would consider themselves lucky to share a bed with you." He slowly runs his fingers through my short hair, murmuring, "You're awesome to say that, thank you. Um, but I'd really like to know where these gay guys you speak of are. I can't find them." I go, "We've been over this before, Seth, you're not out there enough. You're not exposed to very many guys your own age which greatly reduces the possibility of you meeting someone. You should pursue this dating service thingie and get started meeting gay guys online. Everyone on that site is a gay and hoping to hook up with someone. If you meet just one nice guy it will lead you to others. I know they're out there." In the dim moonlight I see him grin, then say, "I met you," and I'm like, "Yes, and I'm going to introduce you to a couple of guys at the welcome-home party for Dodger and Connor." His eyebrows go up, "Who are they?" I tell him, "An awesome guy named Connor, and another guy who's really sweet, named Cory." He nods his head, "Yeah, you mentioned Connor before, but he's in the Army. Who's Cory?" I tell him about Cory, and Seth smiles, "Oh goody, a homophobe, huh?" I say, "An ex-homophobe, and while he's not geographically ideal, we'll see if you two hit it off." Seth shrugs, "An hour's drive doesn't bother me all that much. If it works out and we're both interested, we could meet halfway for a date." I mutter, "That's the spirit. We'll see how you feel about him the weekend after next at the party." The other thing is... Cory's been emailing with Connor so I'll have to find out what's up with that. I don't mention that, and I don't mention the other problem either. That being Cory's not totally admitting to himself he's gay. He only thinks he's gay when I'm involved, so he's not ideal for a couple of reasons. It'd be much better if Seth meets someone online. Seth's tells me a little about his new experience of conversing with gay guys on the gay dating site. Listening to him, it kind of breaks my heart because he sounds so naive and innocent, almost like he's fifteen or sixteen year old and just come to the realization he's gay. He's handling real life survival matters awesomely, but matters of the heart are not Seth's strong suit. He and Connor would be perfect together except neither one would ever likely make the first step towards intimacy. Cory might initiate something with Seth, if he'd first accept the fact he's gay. And then there are guys I wouldn't dare introduce Seth to. Sonny, for example, because Sonny would have Seth under his thumb on their first date. Hmmm, maybe Seth would like that, but they'll have to meet independently of me. How about Devon? Yeah, that might work. What a cute couple they'd be. Why didn't I think of Devon before? I better give it some more thought though, there's that little inconvenient fact Devon's bisexual and in love with Annie. I keep coming back to thinking that Seth's best bet of matching up with someone is through the gay dating site. With the matchmaking over with, Seth's staring into my eyes and lightly outlining around my lips with the pad of his index finger. I grin at him, lean in for a kiss, and his arm goes around the back of my neck. Our bodies come together. We're still up on our sides for a minute and then I fall over onto my back with Seth on top of me. He lifts his head, and mutters, "Ahh, this is nice," and our lips come together again with his tongue going into my mouth. He's gently humping his cock against mine, and it's feeling fine. In short order his cock grows hard and becomes a boner against my stomach. It's pointing up, squished between our bellies. When he humps his hips now I feel the leaking head of his boner on my bellybutton just above the waistband of my jockey shorts. His hard cock has made it's way outside the fly of his boxer shorts somehow. He's doing his quiet whines of arousal again, which gets me aroused and my arms go around his neck with our lips kissing as our tongues slide against one another. Our noses rub as we move our heads during this hot make out and it's very sexy as is Seth's scent and the feel of his almost naked body. His sparse blond whiskers and chest hairs add to his sexiness. To me, there's nothing as sexy as a young male body, and that holds true even when a cute face isn't part of the package. With both a taut male form and a cute face it's basically an irresistible combination as far as I'm concerned. Then when the sexy scent is included I'm pretty much helplessly attracted like a moth is to a flame. This is exactly the kind of thing I need to overcome in order to be Robby's sole partner in marriage. That's no small mountain to climb, but I'll do it as fast as I can because Robby and me are destined to be partners for life. For now, however, I'm not really able do much climbing. It's a bit of a accomplishment just acknowledging what the challenge is that's ahead of me and accepting it, which is the first step Robby wants me to take. The longest journey begins with one small step, ya know. Seth drags his lips across my cheek leaving a trail of saliva in their path as the sides of our faces come together. He gasps, then breaths deeply while still doing his dry-dock fucking. He whispers, "Would you please turn over onto your stomach, Dylan?" I lay here wondering if it's possible for him to ask me to do that in a sterner manner. I don't turn over just to see how he reacts. He says, "I'm so horny and so in love with you it scares me." I mumble, "Don't confuse love with sexual desire, Seth. I've done that in the past and it just causes unnecessary anguish and heartache." He doesn't reply, but instead gets his arms around the back of my neck and hugs my head as he kisses the side of my face, then puts his tongue in my ear. My cock has boned up now and I'm humping back at his humping. A low, "Ooooh, mmmm," comes from me as I hug his back tightly squeezing our chests together and squirming against his body. He takes his tongue from my ear, and says with emphasis, "Turn over now, Dylan!" Ah ha, the first glimpse of something resembling dominance from Seth. Everyone I have sex with eventually realizes they can get away with bossiness when having sex with me. Some, like Sonny, recognize it immediately and others, like Seth, take much longer to get the knack of it. Then there are others, like Connor, who need even longer then Seth, but eventually even Connor would come to realize it if we were together enough times. That's never going to happen for Connor and me because obviously he's unavailable. To encourage Seth's tiny dominant showing, I murmur, "Yes, Seth," and turn right over as he lifts himself off me. It's too much to hope for a bit of a spanking I suppose, and as suspected I don't get one. Instead Seth reaches down to guide his cock to my asshole. Then, with another whiny sound of desire he plugs the head of his boner past my sphincter muscle and we both moan, "Aaaaah, oooh." It feels so good I push my ass up taking an inch of the shaft inside me. We both let out noisy exhales as I feel Seth's body shudder. His hips force his cock further up my ass, so I tighten the muscles in my stomach and rectum loving the feeling of his hard cock inside me. Another, "Aaaah," from me as Seth's head comes down close to mine, then he asks, "Feel good, Dylan? Does my cock feel good inside you?" He asked that with confidence, almost with cockiness. I nod my head recognizing another sign that he's grasping the fact he's doing the fucking and therefore bringing sexual pleasure to both of us. He's mostly in control of our sex, so to encouraging him further to be a bit more confident about what he's doing, I murmur, "Yes, Seth, your cock feels fantastic in my ass and you fuck me good." He humps his hips pushing the rest of his boner inside me and then lays on my back, muttering, "Good, I'm glad I can do that for you." He kisses a corner of my lips, then licks my face before putting his lips on my ear to murmur, "I'm going to fuck you really good tonight, Dylan. So good you'll ask me to do it again and next time I won't need to nag you for sex. That's my fantasy, that you'll ask me to have sex with you. Will you do that some time?" I bite my lip nodding my head, then mutter, "Yes, Seth." It's so wonderful to see the beginnings of confidence in Seth because it'll help him to explore other gay guy possibilities. Seth's hands are on the mattress on either side of my shoulders, he lifts his chest off my back and them starts humping his hips thrusting his hard cock rhythmically back and forth in my rectum. It's still a tight trip so he's doing it slowly. Right away I'm moaning, "Mmmm, oooh, yeaaah, Seth, fuck me hard," and I'm not faking it either. He's fucking good now and gaining confidence by the second. He's really has a good boner for fucking my ass, and doing it without noticeable pain right from the start too, unlike others... Ray, for example. Seth will never quite get me as sexually high as Ray because of that, but I like Seth so much more than Ray that the sexual thrill pretty much evens out. Seth's been doing a slow steady thrusting and now that his cock is moving smoothly, and he's got my ass loosened up, he picks up the speed of his humps and it's, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," once again. Oh man, I'm feeling really good squirming under him and doing quiet "Mmm," sounds of pleasure. And then he thrusts a bit faster, muttering, "Am I fucking you hard enough?" and there's a bit of an edge to his voice when he said that. My boner tightens up further, as I grunt, "Um, yeah, Seth, it feels good." "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds in my ears, along with my moans and Seth's, "Ooh," groan with each hump up my ass. It's a chorus of fast, "Ooh!, slap!, mmm, ooh!" and it goes on for awhile until my moans begin to increase as the sensations build. My ass lips are tantalizingly vibrating as they grip the shaft of his fast moving swollen boner. The hard shaft moves back and forth in my ass like a steel piston stimulating my prostate until it's singing a sexual song of intense pleasure with me moving under Seth and flexing my stomach and ass muscles. I'm groaning and moaning with abandon now. Damn, it's awesomely hot and sexy as hell. Seth's scent is in my head as my climax grows with him slamming his cock into me faster and harder. Then I hear his desperate whining sounds of arousal announcing his impending orgasm. It's, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," and then a last tight hump holding himself against my ass as he groans, "Ooooh, oooh, ah, ah, ah," and I feel cum flood my bowels. I squeal and almost dump him off my back as I shudder wildly, arching my back with my hips thrusting out a long string of creamy cum that leaves my boner so sensitized I'm writhing in sexual pleasure. Seth's groin is still tight against my buttocks with him humping against my ass pumping more cum inside me at the same time I'm pumping out three more shots of cum and then drools of cream is sliding down my boner from my gaping pee slit and I'm seeing stars. The quivering head of my boner sizzles with a sexy feeling and I can't stop shuddering with a indescribable sexy sparkling sensations around my rectum, cock, and balls. Ah, what intense sexual pleasure! I love anal intercourse! "Mmmm, ooh, mmm, ooh," from me as Seth lays on me and roughly pushes my head against the mattress and holds it there. My chest collapses back down onto the mattress and now I'm laying in my own spunk. Another shoulder shudder and, "Oooh my God," from Seth, "That was really good. Fucking you hard really excited me. Was it okay? Was it something you'd ask me to do again?" I mutter, "Un huh, for sure, Seth," and he definitely does sound cocky, saying, "I'm fucking you in the morning too, so get used to that idea." Damn, I love that he's coming out of his shell. It only took him all summer. After two minutes he lifts up and rubs my head, saying, "You're not done yet, ya know," and he begins thrusting his still hard cock in my ass again. It goes on for awhile and gets me all squirmy again, moaning, "Uuummm, that feels good, Seth, mmm, fuck yeah." He finally tires and pulls his cock out and flops down next to me with his arm across my back. He gets his face next to mine, and says, "I'm getting the hang of this, ain't I?" I turn my head to look at him, saying, "Yep, you're awesome." He grins, muttering, "It seemed you liked it when I started pounding your ass like I owned it, huh?" I mumble, "Yeah, it was hot seeing you take charge of the fuck and doing it your way. Did I hear you correctly, you said you're going to fuck me in the morning?" His arm drops down and he gooses my ass, muttering, "That's right, that's what I said. When I wake up I'm gonna fuck ya! Whaddaya think about that?" I say, "Um, if you say so, Seth." He gooses my ass again, "I say so," and I snuggle against him, murmuring, "You're extra sexy when you get like this," and he slaps my ass this time, adding, "I might come up to your college sometime and fuck you there too." I go, "Oh, okay." He hugs me with one arm, saying, "This is perfect! It's how I do it in my fantasies," as his muscular arm is giving me a one arm hug. He exuberant, exclaiming, "Damn, I feel good and for the first time I felt like I was, I don't know, like I was the guy, doing what I wanted." I say, "That's because you were in charge and I thought you were really hot." Another hug, and a muttered, "Well, okay then," followed by another slap on my ass. We both chuckle, "This is awesome, Dylan! Hey, you know what I'm going to do?" I ask, "What?" and he says, "I'm making a date with that good looking long-hair guy online. He was hinting he wanted me to, but neither of us could pull the trigger, ya know? I'll be the one who takes the lead." We talk about that and I keep building up his confidence telling him, "Some guys like me, and maybe that long haired kid, like it when our sex partner takes the lead confidently. We think it's sexy when guys like you are confidently dominant because it takes all the decision making away from us and we don't need to worry about it. We just enjoy the sex." He asks, "Are you saying you want me to take charge when you and I have sex? Is that what you're saying?" I shrug, "Sure, if you have the confidence to do it, and I definitely saw some of that tonight." He goes, "Well I was really horny too." Then we talk about other possible scenarios that might play out on his first date with the long-haired kid, and how Seth should take the reins right from the start being dominant and see how the kid responds. He also needs to be ready to be flexible since everyone's different. We talk for about twenty minutes until we're both yawning and decide to get to sleep. Before falling asleep Seth gets his arm under the back of my neck, which makes me smile because he probably feels that's what a dominant guy should do. In the morning I wake up with a sore throat and a pounding headache. Glancing over I see Seth grinning at me. After a second, he says, "My arm went numb during the night, Dylan. I don't know what time it was, but I had to take my arm from behind your neck. It was weird not having any feeling in my whole arm." I nod at him, "Yeah, I guess it would feel weird," and he reaches over without saying anything else and pushes me up on my side facing away from him. His arm goes over me holding me there as his hard cock gets pushed against my anus spreading the lips. I groan, feeling slightly feverish, as he says, "Yep, just like I told ya last night, I'm gonna fuck you again, Dylan. I'll do it even better than last night. I loved seeing how hot and aroused you got with me being in charge of our sex. And don't forget, you need to ask me for sex the next time after this. You ask me to fuck you and I'll take it from there." He's getting the hang of it alright. I just wish I didn't feel so horrible with the flu or whatever I caught from Ray. I'm not gonna do anything to discourage Seth now though, not when he's finally gaining confidence. Forcing his cock up my ass about two inches, he smacks the side of my right butt cheek leaving it stinging, asking, "Feel good, does it?" sounding like a new person, confident that he knows how to give sexual pleasure. I'm happy for him even as my headache throbs. Seth's new found confidence includes being a little rougher with his fucking too, and he's a strong guy. He's got an arm around the front of my throat pulling my head back against his shoulder as he's driving his cock up my ass hard. I'm going, "Oh!" with each slap of his crotch against my ass, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!" Seth's grunting with the effort almost strangling me, "Slap, slap, slap." He humps his boner up my ass and holds it there, asking, "How's it feel? How's my cock feel in your ass?" I say, "You're choking me." He goes, "No I'm not," and "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," and he's got me now. My cock is hard and leaking precum. My sore throat hurts a little more with my moans of sexual pleasure, "Ahh yeah, fuck me, Seth." He drives his cock in harder and now it's like I forget about the flu, all I'm doing is loving the sexual sensations I'm feeling, "Uummm, ooh, ooh, yeah just like that, Seth. Mmmm, ah, ah, I'm gonna cum, ahh, ahh." He slams his cock up my ass again and I squeal as cum streams from my boner. My body's shaking in his grasp as he continues, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," then "Ummmm, ooh, ooh, aaaah!" from me with more cum shooting from my cock feeling fantastic. "Slap, slap, slap,slap," with Seth moaning, then his body stiffens and I feel my rectum filling with creamy semen as Seth makes his now familiar whining sounds, almost like he's in pain. He pauses for half a minute, then fuck's me some more before pulling his cock out and flipping me on my back. He climbs on top of me, his nose touching mine, asking, "How'd ya like that fuck, Dylan?" I say, "It was spectacular, Seth, you're getting sexier by the minute." He goes, "Yeah, thanks to you I think I am." He shimmies down my body to get between my legs, saying, "Pull your legs back," I do that, as he mutters, "Yeah, just like that," and then he pushes on my knees to get my ass a little bit up off the mattress. A hard slap on my ass, "SMACK!", then another one, "SMACK!" and then in goes his cock. It slides easily up my ass in his creamy cum and then it's the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," of anal intercourse for another two minutes. Pulling his sloppy cock out he smacks my ass again, saying, "That's a well fucked ass right there. I fucked you good this time," and another slap on my ass, "SMACK!". My cock is still hard and quivering as I moan, "Fuck me some more, Seth." Another "SMACK!" and he says, "Your ass has been fucked good already, lets get in the shower now, Dylan, before I spank your ass red. This is so fucking hot!... haha." I get up muttering, "I've created a monster." Seth's smiling like a little kid at Christmas. I say, "It's a pretty small shower stall for two. It can be done, but it's tight quarters." He grins, "Let's try it anyway," so I get the water going and in we go. "Oh," he mutters, "It is tight in here, how do we do this?" Feeling my smacked ass with both hands I find I'm in a submissive frame of mind, asking, "Whaddaya think, is it okay if we shampoo each others hair and then wash each other." He says, "Of course," and slowly I lose the sexy submissive frame of mind and realize I'm feeling like shit because of my cold. I don't want to put a damper on Seth's euphoria so I don't mention how lousy I feel. I was good while he was fucking me, but now not so much. As we shampoo each other, he says excitedly, "I see things in a new light, Dylan. Being a little assertive, in a nice way of course, allows both of us to relax and enjoy the sex. I always thought I should hold back and see what the other guy wants, and just go with that. The problem is, what if the other guy is doing the same thing? Then everything gets a little, um, stilted or something. Being natural, being myself is a better approach. You got sort of submissive when I spanked you, didn't you?" I go, "Un huh, I really liked it, Seth." He goes, "That's how I'm going to treat the long-haired kid." I say, "Yep, just like you were with me. Start out being dominant, but be nice about it. Please your sex partner as well as yourself. Some guys are selfish and only care about themselves, so don't get like that." He mutters, "No, of course not. I just hope the long haired kid reacts like you did. Man, I got so turned on seeing you being submissive to me. It was a whole new experience for me. I wasn't kidding, I'm going to come up to your college and fuck you hard some time." Damn, I wish I didn't feel like shit so I could enjoy Seth's new found dominance. As we wash each other clumsily in the small space, he asks, "Um, do you really like it when your sex partner's dominant during sex?" I mutter, "If he's dominant the right way, yeah. You were excellent, honestly. Not mean spirited or nasty acting like a prick, no pun intended. It's submissive/dominant sex play." He chuckles, "I've been 'out' since I was seventeen, I know about sub/dom sex. It hasn't interest me until now and, wow, spanking you while I'm fucking you is so hot." When we've showered and dried off, we get dressed, with Seth saying, "Are you alright? You're eyes look funny and watery." I go, "I caught a cold like I was telling you about, and to be honest I'm feeling pretty lousy." He says, "Why didn't you tell me, Dylan? Now I feel terrible about making you have sex this morning." I mutter, "It's alright, I enjoyed it, really." We go into the kitchen and make coffees and then take the mugs of coffee to the balcony and light cigarettes. He says, "This is cigarette number three that I've bummed from you of the second pack," still bubbly and happy, so I try to smile at him. Chubby comes through the front door, waves at us from the kitchen, then brings his mug of coffee out to join us. "Ah ha, another sleep over, I see." Seth says, "Dylan's sick." Chubby feels my forehead. "You're a little warm, bro." I sniff my runny nose, and say, "I got a cold, that's all, I'm fine." He goes, "You need a lot of fluids like juices and chicken soup. You should stay home in bed today too." I go, "No way I'm doing that, but this cigarette isn't helping my throat," and I flick it toward the balcony railing. It hits the top rail and flips up in the air, then comes to rest right there on top of the railing like I placed it there. Everyone's like, "Wow, bet you couldn't do that again in a million tries." Then Chubby wants to know what's for lunch and I let Seth tell him as I go inside to dump out the rest of my coffee and take two Tylenol with a big glass of orange juice. It hurts to swallow, but I get it all down. Sick or not, I really feel good about Seth's new found confidence. It'll serve him well and I wouldn't mind getting fucked by him any time. Damn, that was hot sex. On the way to work, Chubby and Seth are laughing about something, but I'm not sure what. I'm real tired and my muscles ache as I sit in the back seat thinking how nice it would be to lie down. At work everyone is showing a better attitude now that we got through the Monday morning blues yesterday. Both Jerry and Lee tell me I look like shit and I tell both of them the same thing, "I have a cold." Normally I'd have some smart ass retort to anyone saying I look like shit, but today I don't have the energy. I rub my ass thinking back to Seth's fuck and my shoulders do a little shudder as I stare at him clowning around with Chubby. Boy, he's really coming into his own. He's sexy! Out on the blacktop Lee's talking with Robby and Robby looks up at me, so I guess he hearing about my cold. He nods his head at Lee and gives him today's schedule explaining something, then it's Robby's pep talk to us guys, ending with, "Lee's in charge this morning. I'll catch up with you guys before lunch. Lets get the equipment loaded on the truck. Get moving guys." I begin drifting with the guys toward the supply and equipment garage when Robby says, "Dylan, can I talk to you for a second?" Oh shit, I'm going to get the poor sick Dylan speech. I just want to work through the day and get to bed afterward without a lot of conversation. I walk over and he says, "I hear you have a cold, let me feel your forehead." He puts the palm of his hand on my forehead, "Yeah, you have a low grade fever. Come with me, I'm taking you to the walk-in clinic downtown." I whine, "No, Robby, it's a cold, that's all. I took some Tylenol with a big glass of OJ. There's no cure for a cold anyway so going to the doctors is a waste of time. I just want to work through the day and get to bed early." He looks at me with his eyebrows up and his head cocked to the side a little. I go, "What?" and he says, "Don't you remember what we decided just two nights ago? What did you promised to do?" I frown, muttering, "Two nights ago? Um, you mean about you being in charge and all that other stuff?" He says, "Yes, and it's not all that other stuff, it's our life together starting now. If we get ourselves in the proper frame of mind, working together, we'll be all set when we get married." I look down, then mumble, "Okay, you're right. If you say I need to see a doctor, let's go." He nods his head, saying, "No arguing with me the next time I tell you something," My dick buzzes as I mumble, "Yes, Robby." Damn, this is hot. First Seth this morning and now the real deal with Robby. I stare at him feeling that sexy submissive sensation, and then bump against his side grinning at him. He puts his arm across my shoulders, mumbling, "Sorry I was grumpy with you, baby." At his pickup Robby squeezes the back of my neck, "I love you so much, Dylan. And, by the way, I know there's no cure for the common cold." I ask, "Yeah, why is that?" He shrugs, "I don't know. Maybe because a cold can be caused by any one of two hundred different viruses so it's impractical to find a cure because you don't know which virus it is that caused your cold. I'm hoping it is a cold anyway, and not the flu. We wanna find out, and that's the main reason we're going to the doctors. Anyway, we have an account with this clinic, the business does, and we hardly ever use it. We'll use it today." During the short drive to the clinic I close my eyes and rest my head back on the passenger seat as my head pounds. When we get there Robby rubs my head gently, saying, "You fell asleep, Dylan." I go, "I did not, I was resting my eyes, Robby." He grins, "Oh, my mistake. Come on, lets go in." Inside he says, "Grab a seat in the waiting area while I check you in at the desk." Hmmm, yeah, this is nice. I like being taken care of. I sit down and look around at the others waiting to see a doctor. None of them are cute young guys, and none of them look especially sick. Robby comes over with a Sports Illustrated magazine, saying, "Here's something to read, it'll be about a forty-five minute wait." I say, "Okay, thanks," staring at him. He looks back shrugging, so I say, "You're a good head of the household." He chuckles and squeezes my shoulder. We sit here reading our magazines as one after another my fellow patients get called in to see the doctor while others register at the front desk replacing the original patients. It'd be awkward having a conversation because everyone can hear what you say, so no one talks. Music plays quietly in the background and I almost fall asleep in the chair. Finally I hear, "Dylan Newman," so I look up to see a nurse smiling and motioning for me to join her. Robby mutters, "I'll be here when you're finished." Damn, I wanted Robby to come with me like my mom used to do when I was a little kid. The nurse leads me to a room and leaves me there, saying, "The doctor will be in to see you shortly." Ten long minutes later the door opens and the doctor comes in and introduces himself. He's fairly young with a sexy short beard and pretty green eyes. He wants to know why I came to the clinic so I list my symptoms. He nods, then takes my temperature, asking, "Are you a model?" I go, "A model? No, I work for a lawn service company, Dickers Landscaping." He looks at the thermometer, then mutters,"Ninety-nine degrees." He looks in my ears, nose, and throat with that light attached to a little funnel thingie. Now he's feeling my neck, checking my glands I guess... his fingers feel good. He says, "Well, Dylan, it doesn't look like you have influenza, but I'll take a throat culture and we'll make sure." He sticks a long q-tip looking thing down my throat and rubs the inside of my throat with it making me gag. A cute female nurse takes it to do a test. The doctor smiles at me and then tells me I'll probably feel tired and miserable, but most of the bad symptoms of a common cold are basically annoying for only the first two to three days. He says I should start feeling like myself again by day three, although a running nose and a little cough and sneezing could last a week. All I know is I have a sore throat, low grade fever, nasal congestion, watery eyes, and I'm tired with sore muscles. The sore throat is the most annoying of everything. Chicken soup is recommended because it's a fluid, plus the steam from the hot soup helps loosen the mucus in nasal passages. Like Chubby said, plenty of liquids, but only ones without caffeine, like juices. The nurse returns with the news that it's not influenza. I ask if I should take aspirin for the fever and the doctor tells me not to because a little fever helps my body fight infection. He says I'm more susceptible to infection because of my weakened condition. Yeah, I do feel weak. The doctor says to the nurse, "Isn't our patient here about the best looking lad you've ever seen?" and she says, "He sure is." Then the doctor says he doesn't recommend I use over the counter cold remedies except to relieve congestion. Squeezing my shoulder, he hands me a pamphlet about colds and what to do about them. The pamphlet probably says the same thing he just told me. I go out to the waiting room and Robby stands up and comes over smiling at me sweetly. I say, "It's a cold," and he says, "Okay, good, it's not the flu. I'm taking you home and putting you to bed." I go, "Okay, Robby." Yeah, being taken care of rocks and Robby's doing a great job of it. In the pickup he says, "You need to stay in bed today and tomorrow so you can get well, but I also don't want to take the chance you'll infect the crew and everyone winds-up catching your cold. How'd ya catch your cold anyway?" Hmmm, this is not the time to be stupidly honest, so I don't mention the sex Ray and I had. I feel compelled to be partially honest with Robby though, and especially because of our new arrangement and all that, so I say, "Probably from Ray. I'm pretty sure it was him. I gave in a haircut and he was sneezing all over the place." Robby glances at me, "You caught it from him sneezing, huh?" I go, "Yeah, he said he was sneezing because of allergies, but that obviously wasn't it, he had a cold." Robby says, "Well, you could catch a cold a million ways. Just touching the same doorknob someone who's been wiping their runny nose touched." I mutter, "Gross." At my condo Robby comes in with me, explaining, "I want to see that you're comfortable and have what you need close by." I nod my head, putting myself in Robby's hands. We go into my bedroom and he tells me, "Get undressed and put on pajamas, Dylan, so you'll be warm. When I had a cold last winter I got the chills." I nod my head and do what he said, but when I'm naked, he grins at me, "Give me a hug you gorgeous boyfriend." We hug as Robby squeezes my butt cheeks, then says in my ear, "I'd like to fuck you right here," and I say, "I'd love that Robby." He chuckles, "That doesn't seen like an extremely responsible thing for me to do at the moment, so I'll pass for now. Get your pajamas on." My cock buzzes pleasantly again. Boy, if Robby's going to maintain this level of bossiness the next two years I'm going to have one hell of a lot of boners. After my pajamas are on I climb into bed and Robby pulls the covers up under my chin, "Just rest and I'll get some juice and Tylenol for when you need it later." I realize I'm feeling a little of that regressed age sensation I sometimes get when someone is especially dominant with sex, and we're not even having sex... it's Robby who's bringing it on, and that's so cool! All around my groin there's a buzzing sensation that feels good. Robby comes back with a bottle of Tylenol and a quart of orange juice in a plastic storage container full of ice. He puts it on the night stand and brings the box of tissues from the bathroom to set next to the Tylenol. Sitting on the edge of the bed he wipes my forehead and up into my hair with a damp washcloth, saying, "I left a note for your mom telling her you have a cold. I'm sure she'll make you some chicken soup for lunch and then I'll be over after work to see how you're doing. Do not get out of bed except to use the toilet, okay?" I definitely feel like a little kid now as I squeak out, "Yes, Robby." He mutters, "Good," and kisses my forehead. "Where's your house key?" I tell him, "In my shorts at work, but you can use the spare key I used when we came in. The one in the fake rock next to the front step." He rubs my hair, smiling, "Oh yeah, I'll use that. I forgot that's how we got in." He's so sweet and so cute and so competent. I love him so much." He pats my cheek, saying, "Get some rest, I need to get to work now." Another kiss on my forehead, then I watch him leave feeling so loved and so in love. I think about that as I lay here and the next thing I know I wake up and see it's eleven-thirty. I've slept for over two hours. I feel hot and miserable, and I need to take a piss. After doing that, I chug down orange juice along with three Tylenol and crawl back in bed. Then I remember the doctor said not to take Tylenol. Too late now and this fucking headache is a killer so I hope the pills do something about that. Laying in bed my mind is all over Robby and me getting married and him being the head of the household. If he says we're having a baby, I'm not going to argue. He's the boss. It's so cool thinking about all this and before I know it I have a raging boner and I have this wickedly strong urge to jerk off. Then out of the blue I remember Bean and Manny are coming for haircuts tonight. Getting my cell phone I text them to change it to Wednesday night instead, explaining I'm in bed with a cold. Then back in bed, I notice the pillowcase is wet. I must have been sweating in my sleep. Fuck! I get up and change the pillowcase with my head still pounding and my throat so sore it's hard to swallow. Laying in bed I'm bored and feeling miserable, but at least the need to jerk off has faded. It faded when I stopped thinking about Robby and me in our married life. Hmmm, let me think about that some more, but I drift off to sleep instead. The next think I know my mom is sitting on the edge of my bed. My eyes open to see her smiling at me, saying, "It was so nice of your boyfriend to take care of you this morning, honey. Robby's so sweet, he wrote in his note he'll be over after work too. You're in good hands with Robby." For some reason I feel like crying. Maybe because she said, 'your boyfriend' which made my dick move. Robby's cute face pops into my head and I think of how he took care of me this morning and that causes a tear to run down my cheek. I'm too sentimental! Fuck, get a grip, Dylan! Mom asks, "How do you feel, Dylan, any better." I shake my head, "No, I feel worse. My eyes are watering and I feel hot with a headache and a sore throat." She nods her head, "I'm so sorry. Yes, your eyes are a little bloodshot too. I'll make you the dry mix chicken soup because there's lots of broth and those little noodles won't hurt your throat." I mumble, "Thanks," and she goes off to do that. Sitting up makes me dizzy. After arranging the pillow against the headboard behind my back, I drink some more orange juice making my goddamn throat hurt. Ten minutes later mom brings the soup, hot and steamy in a mug. It feels good on my throat as I drink it. The noodles slide down my throat along with the salty broth without needing to be chewed. They're soft and skinny half-inch long noodles that are perfect for a sore throat. After three mugs of soup, I'm tired again and lay down. Mom clears away the mug and puts more ice in the bowl to keep the OJ cold, then says, "I need to get ready for work. Can I get you anything else?" I shake my head, mumbling, "No thanks, mom." Feeling taken care of I drift off to sleep wondering. 'How in the hell am I going to sleep tonight if I sleep all day?' Dozing on and off all afternoon until about four o'clock when I finally can't sleep anymore. Thinking about getting out of bed, then I remember Robby told me to stay in bed. I like doing what he says, so I turn over and try getting comfortable. My mind is on Robby being in charge and that gets me all squirmy again. I pull on my dick a little thinking how good it would feel to jerk off. Bored beyond tears, I get my cell phone and see a text from Bean saying tomorrow night works for him. He also says I shouldn't worry because he's still going to let me do it, meaning blow him I assume. Wonder if he can catch my cold through his dick. I wish he was here right now because he has a good cock for sucking. That gets me horny again. Hmmm, I'm slightly oversexed, fer sure. My boredom gets me wondering how Willie's doing, but because of Robby's new rules I resist texting him. See, I am trying. After patting my self on the back for my restraint, I wonder why the fuck the New York boys never called or emailed me. I was sure Billy would have followed up, not that I'm going to do anything he wants me to do. Billy was very hot with his sweet form of dominance, except he liked strapping me a little too much. Well, a lot too much actually. He told me right out he gets a hard-on from strapping me and he really laid into flailing that strap too. Then there's all that bullshit about getting my penis pierced. That's not happening, but I wish I had the opportunity to turn him down at least. Yeah, that would qualify as turning down side sex and I could report that to Robby during our Friday meeting that he's going to have each week. I wonder if Ryan will be part of the meetings when Robby does the threesome routine again? Yeah, Ryan. What the fuck is up with him? Why'd he change his mind about us and why does he want to go back to his submissive roots? A text comes in just as I'm dozing off again. It's from Sonny. His text reads, 'You and me are having a date tomorrow night. My parents and Devon will be out. I'll pick you up and bring you back here. I'm doing everything dominant with you on our date including tying you to my desk chair and cutting your hair really short. Be ready at five-thirty. Your boyfriend, Sonny.' As I'm reading the text my mom sticks her head in to say she's going to work now and she wants to know if I need anything before she leaves? I thank her and then lie to her, "I'm feeling much better after the soup you made for me, mom." Big smile from her. Good, I don't want her worrying about me all night. I hear the front door close and lock as I pull on my dick a few times. Jesus, reading Sonny's text gave me the hardest boner, so I read it again stroking my boner wanting to cum so badly, then think of Robby and let go of my dick. Dammit! That damn Sonny pushes all my buttons just right. He just turned eighteen and yet he dominates the shit out of me. He's so fucking hot with it too! Oh man, I really want to go on that date with him except I don't have much hair for him to cut anyway. Willie took care of that. Willie's another one that was dominant on our last date, but in a good way this time. Not like he used to be. I stroke my cock again thinking about boys, guys, young men... whatever you want to call 'em. Ooh, I'm close to orgasm so I stroke faster and then, arching my back, "Mmmmm, ooh, ooh," I shoot off on the sheet, "Aah, aah," as I stroke my cock squeezing tightly. The wet spot on the sheet soaks through my pajama leg. Now I'm weak and feeling like a shit. Why'd I do that? Yet, here I am stroking my cock again. Stop it! I take some orange juice and then text Sonny that I can't do it Wednesday, I'm in bed sick with the flu. The flu sounds more serious than having a cold. He texts right back that Ray's in bed with something too. He wants to know if I caught the flu from Ray. Smart little bastard. I tell him 'yes' Ray sneezed on me during his haircut yesterday. Sonny texts back. 'Liar, I'll bet he fucked you. Thursday night. Be ready." Huh, I guess I'll need to break off with Sonny because I don't think there any way I can resist the temptation of him asking me out. Gee, I hate to do it, but I'll just tell him I'm in a committed relationship now with my boyfriend. It's serious now. I need to get my ass back to college and away from all these tempting options! Chubby comes in to see me. Oh, so the work day's over finally. He squeezes my shoulder, "How ya doing, bro. I missed you today. You feeling any better?" I say, "Unfortunately I'm not feeling better yet." He says, "I'll cancel my date with MJ tonight and take care of you. Do you want some of that boxed chicken soup Campbell's makes? We always have that when we have a cold." I mutter, "Mom made me a quart for lunch. Thanks for offering to take care of me, but Robby coming over and it's not a two man job. Go on your date." He says, "Oh, I wanted to take care of you." I go, "This is actually Robby's and my date. We had a date scheduled for tonight." He nods his head, muttering, "Okay, but I wish I could take care of you like we always do for each other, but a boyfriend pulls rank on me I guess. I wish I could get you something." I'm trying to think of something Chubby can get for me when Robby comes in. They exchange greetings and laugh about something that happened at work today and then Chubby pats my head saying goodbye and he hopes I'm feeling better real soon. To be honest I'm not sure if I'm glad to see Robby or Chubby. I mean I love them, but it might be better to just be left alone. I feel miserable, and my voice is very horse, and I feel like I need to be chatty with them letting them know how much I appreciate everything. That requires energy I don't have at the moment. When Chubby leaves Robby comes over to kiss the top of my head. He says, "I brought you some wonton soup from the China Palace. They make delicious chicken broth with those small dumplings you can swallow easily. I also put four bottles of kiwi/ strawberry Snapple in the refrigerator for when you get tired of orange juice. I have a pint of black raspberry ice cream in your freezer too, for after your supper or whenever you feel like having some. How are you feeling?" I say, "Not good, Robby. I guess my cold is about the same as this morning. Um, thanks for taking care of me, really." He sits on the bed and runs his fingers back through my hair, murmuring, "I love taking care of you. It gives me a great deal of pleasure. I love being with you." He leans over and kisses my forehead, then mumbles, "You've still got a fever. Where's your thermometer?" I tell him it's in the bathroom medicine chest. He gets it and sticks it under my tongue, then stares at me. "You're so fantastically good looking, Dylan, it's like a miracle. I never get tired of looking at you and it crushes me that your not feeling well." I try grinning around the thermometer and he grins back squeezing my leg, muttering, "I love you so much it's insane." Robby waits like forever before he takes the thermometer out of my mouth and then holds it up to the light looking at it for a couple of seconds. "It's 100 degrees now, it's getting worse. When was the last time you took Tylenol?" I say, "Four or five hours ago, but the doctor said a little fever is good because it helps prevent infection so I maybe I shouldn't take any more." He makes a face, "Really? That sounds contradictory, but okay, I guess. Do you want your soup now? I'll feed it to you." Normally that's not happening, but I feel so shitty it sounds like a good idea to me in my present condition. I mutter, "Yeah, thanks." he goes, "I'm gonna heat it up in the microwave first." As he's doing that I struggle sitting up with the pillow behind me again. Sitting up makes me cough, then I have to blow my nose and hack some phlegm into a tissue. Dropping the used tissue in the wastebasket under the nightstand, I'm thinking, 'Jesus! That's gross'. That's the very worse things about colds, they're gross. The second worse thing is you feel miserable. Guess it's better than being in some life threatening situation, so I'll concentrate on that thought. Hmmm, have I been a whiner with this? I don't think so. Robby brings a tray in with a bowl of soup on it. Where the hell did he come up with that tray, I didn't know we had one. He makes room on the nightstand for the big bowl of wonton soup. Where'd he get a bowl that big. I ask, "Did you bring the tray and bowl with you?" He goes, "Bring it with me? No, they were in the cabinet under your microwave, why?" I shrug, and mutter, "I don't know." He says, "It's a pint of soup so I needed this bigger bowl." I ask, "Do you think I'm acting whiny because of my cold?" He makes a face like that's the craziest thing he's ever heard. "Whiny? Not at all, you're like the ideal patient." I'm like, "Oh, good," as he pulls my desk chair over next to the bed. He scoops a spoonful of wonton broth from the bowl, and with a steady hand lifts it to my mouth. I blow on it and then take in my mouth and swallow. The hot broth feels good to my sore throat and it taste good too. For the next ten minutes we don't talk, he spoons the hot soup into my mouth and I swallow it, spoonful after spoonful and he never dribbles so much as a drip on the blanket. There's lots of dumplings and they're delicious requiring hardly any chewing, but I chew them anyway to extract the flavor. I didn't realize I was hungry, but it turns out I am. Robby scraps the bowl for one last spoonful, saying, "I knew I should have asked for a quart, dammit! I can go get another pint if you'll eat it." I shake my head asking for a bottle of Snapple instead. Robby takes the bowl and tray away and brings the Snapple opening it for me before handing it to me. As I sip repeatedly from the bottle, drinking the whole thing, Robby's on the edge of my bed rubbing my leg and telling me everything that happened at work today. He adds, "Every single guy on the crew mentioned more than once during the day that it just isn't the same without your smiling face there with us." I rub under my nose with my forefinger and then smell the back of my hand wondering if that's true or an exaggeration. If I ask about it it'll seem like I want to hear more complimentary stuff like that. Sniffing my running nose for about the tenth time this minute gets Robby ripping a tissue from the box and handing it to me. Guess that can get to be annoying, the constant sniffing of a running nose. I ask, "Is it okay if I have some ice cream now?" and my dick quivers because I asked Robby's permission basically. Robby smiles, "Sure, I'll get it for you. I remembered you said you liked Richardson's black raspberry ice cream that time you tried it." I say, "I like it best with some coffee ice cream to go with it." He says, "I'll get some for you tomorrow," as he's leaving with the empty Snapple bottle. I've got to take a wicked piss now. Feeling dizzy, I get out of bed and stagger a little walking into the bathroom. After a rather long pee I get back in bed mad at myself for not taking the opportunity to wash my hands and face. Too lazy to get out of bed again, I decide I'll do the wash up next time. Robby come back with a big dish of ice cream and feeds it to me like he did the soup. He's telling me, "After this I'm going to give you a bath and while you soak in the warm water relaxing I'll change your linens. If you're anything like me you get the sweats while you sleep from the fever and from being bundled up in the covers." I nod my head sucking down the ice cream that's soothing my throat. When done the bowl of ice cream Robby rustles in his pocket, saying, "Oh, I also got you a box of Cepastat throat lozenges for your sore throat. They were recommended by the pharmacist because they contain both phenol and menthol." I nod my head and mutter, "Thank you, Robby. Um, I don't feel comfortable with you giving me a bath." He goes, "Don't argue with me, please. I'll run the bath now, then help you get in the tub." I mumble, "I can get in the tub myself," but he's in the bathroom turning on the water. My freakin' headache! Robby comes back and pulls back the covers. I glance at the dried cum stain on the sheet and my pajama leg, and say, "Help me up, Robby," so he won't notice where I was looking. He gets a hand under each of my arms and lifts me up and I slide out of bed into his arms for a hug and a kiss on the side of my head. It feels good being hugged so I lay against him and inhale Robby's sexy scent snuggling into his body. In the bathroom I stand there while he unbuttons my pajama top and takes it off me, then pulls down the bottoms, muttering, "Step out of these, Dylan." He helps me get into the tub that I could easily have done on my own, but it's nice being babied too. The water is really hot, but it feels good. I say, "This was a good idea, Robby, it feels good." He says, "I'm glad. Okay, just soak there while I change your sheets." I slide down so just my head and knees are out of the water. Oh man, this is nice. I can't remember the last time I took a bath in this tub. Willie and I took a bath together in Key West, which was the last bath I think I've had. Everything from A to Z happened during that Key West trip. I almost doze off in the hot water before Robby comes back. He kneels next to the tub, and tells me, "Dunk your head under water, baby, and I'll shampoo your hair." I do that with my eyes closed and then bob back up feeling dizzy all over again. He mutters, "Good," as he pours on shampoo and uses both hands to massage it into my hair all over my head. This feels good too. Maybe I need to catch more colds. We don't talk and we're getting to be like Chubby and me in that regard. Robby and me can go quite awhile without talking and feel very comfortable doing it. Silence is awkward with most people when it's just the two of you. After awhile, Robby says, "Sit up, Dylan, and bend forward so your head's under water and I'll rinse out the shampoo." I do that and he rubs my head under water for fifteen seconds while I hold my breath. I come up coughing with my nose running. Robby holds his handkerchief to my nose and says, "Give me a good blow, Dylan." When I blow my nose the memory of Ryan doing this same handkerchief and nose blowing thing. It was after he spanked me so hard I was crying. He'd hold me in his arms rocking me, then wipe my eyes and hold his handkerchief just like Robby's doing, telling me to blow my nose. I felt like I was ten years old some of those times. The major difference between Robby's handkerchief and Ryan's is that Robby's is clean and Ryan's was used. My cock stiffens up thinking about those days of being submissive to little Ryan with his little round eyeglasses that he was always pushing up his little ski nose. Everything about Ryan was little except his big penis, that wasn't little and boy could he fuck me with it. Yeah, Ryan Wilcocks, huh. Robby says, "I better take my shirt off if I want to keep it dry." He pulls it over his head and I stare at his torso. He has like the perfect body, him and Dodger both. Wow, are they put together good. Well, except for their four inch dicks. After thinking that, Robby's cock is still my favorite cock of all and so what if it's four inches. It feel fantastic in my mouth or up my rear end. He's leaning over the tub washing my body with a bath sponge and lots of bath gel. We're not talking now either so the dripping water is the only sound we hear and it gets hypnotic. Washing my back Robby has one arm around my neck holding the side of my face against his taut chest and it's become very sexy. This really rocks and it's making me feel better. My body's limp as Robby moves my arms and legs where he wants them. He leans me forward and backward and finally says, "Stand up now and I'll wash your ass and privates. I stand with water dripping off me and Robby washes my ass and then my cock and balls. He says, "Ya know what? I'm going to shave your pubic stubble, and you can do mine when you're feeling better." He doesn't ask me, he tells me. Damn, I love that, so I say, "Yes, Robby, the razor and all that stuff is under the sink in the half bath downstairs." He goes, "Right, you sit back in the warm water while I'll get the stuff." I sit down and he grins at me, then hugs my head again, saying, "I love taking care of you." I mumble, "Thank you, Robby," then when he leaves I have to grin to myself feeling really good about this. It's so nice being loved like Robby loves me. What an awesome feeling. He comes back bringing the hose with the shower head on it I use for shampooing the guys' hair. He goes, "I'll use this to give you the final rinse. There's a lot of suds in the bath by now." I nod my head, and then stand up again with lots of water dripping off my clean body. Robby lathers on the thick shaving cream and then holds my cock in his left hand as he shaves my groin with his right, moving my firming up cock as needed to keep it out of the way of the razor. It doesn't take long and when he's finished he's holding what amounts to a boner in his left hand. Switching hands he looks at me and begins stroking my cock as he says, "Full service nursing, that's how I roll." I go, "Sweet!" It feels good with his slippery hand spreading the remnants of shaving cream up and back on my boner. I'm soon sucking my lips grunting quietly as I feel my orgasm building. "Um, um," from me as I stare at the face I love. Robby and I look into each other's eyes as he strokes my hard cock, and I'm like, "Ah, ah, Robby, ooh, ooh, um, um, um," then my eyes close tightly as my back arches and my hips hump with a long string of cum shooting past Robby. He's turned his body sideways so my cum shoots past him while he milks my nuts dry. Oh man, I saw stars for a second there, I mutter, "Oh, mmm, I gotta sit down, damn, that was hot, Robby. Oh fuck." He lets go, murmuring, "Good orgasm, dude," as I plop down in the water feeling like I'm floating. Pulling the plug to let the bath water drain, Robby says, "I'll clean up your little accident here on the bathroom floor. Holy shit, you made it to the mirror over the sink... heh heh, that was cool." I'm blinking my eyes as the last of my climax sensation drifts away. Oh fuck, my headache's back. I say, "Robby, I need some Tylenol for my headache." He goes, "Good, the hell with maintaining a fever like the doctor said, I think you're better off taking the Tylenol. I'm going to take your temperature again when you're back in bed. When the tub's drained Robby uses the hose attached to the spigot to rinse me off from head to foot and then, out of the tub, he dries me and helps me get into clean pajamas. Back in bed I feel clean and temporarily relieved of sexual needs. Clean crisp linens on the bed is always nice. Robby takes my temperature. He mutters, "It's still 100 degrees." Then he asks, "Do you want to get some sleep now?" I go, "No, stay with me, Robby." He says, "Sure," and sits on the edge of the bed and we talk for an hour about our future. Robby again goes over the things he and I agreed on two nights ago. Our new arrangement: Robby's in charge... we'll be getting married after our junior year... I'll become Dylan Dickers at the wedding... after college I'll work until the baby comes, but not directly under Robby... I'll be a stay at home dad taking care of the baby... I need to be a cooperative partner keeping a positive attitude... I'll begin now to conscientiously work my way out of side sex... we'll have a meeting each Friday to discuss anything that comes up the previous week and I'll let Robby know how many times I was able to turn down side sex... in other words, everything we discussed the other night. Tonight Robby's firm that they'll be no nanny and that we'll begin the process of having our baby with a surrogate mother right after college. Everything sounds perfectly doable when Robby describes it. I just hope it's doable in actuality. I mean I'm agreeable to it all when I'm with Robby, especially after the loving care he gave me tonight when I'm sick, but it's a week from now that I worry about. I want to highlight something, so I say, "Remember, Robby, you said you're not expecting miracles as far as the side sex goes, right?" He says, "Oh yeah, don't worry about accomplishing that overnight. I mean, it took me all summer and I'm still not totally out of the woods. I realize we're highly sexual guys, but our goal is to satisfy each other sexually so we don't need side sex." He grins, then adds, "We'll work overtime on that back at Merrimack, won't we?" I go, "Oh yeah, Robby, it'll be awesome." He says, "And your twin might even help you and me grow even closer like happened last spring." Man, I don't really think that's gonna happen because I feel we've already got as much out of that threesome as there is to get, but I'll trust Robby and we'll see how it goes. Of course it's possible my opinion in that regard might be influenced by the fact Ryan's lost interest in me. He evidently prefers being the submissive side sex partner for Robby again. Robby says it'll be the only side sex he'll have. I haven't made that commitment myself though. Well hell, Ryan and I probably won't even have sex if what he tells Robby is true. When we're done discussing our lives going forward, Robby and I play computer games for almost two hours until he says, "I want you to get some sleep now, Dylan. Stay in bed tomorrow too. Chubby will check in on you in the morning, your mom will be here for lunch and I'll be over right after work. Okay?" I nod my head, saying, "Thanks, Robby, but if I feel better tomorrow can I go to work?" He says, "No, stay in bed." He pulls the covers up, kisses my forehead and says, "I love you. Get a good nights sleep." He turns out the light and he's gone. Surprisingly I do get a good night sleep except for waking up with a coughing fit once, and another time I needed to get up to pee, then another time I woke up unable to breath through my nose. Other than that, I slept right through. Robby's probably right, I need another day in bed. to be continued... Donny Mumford _thinat20@yahoo.com_ (mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com) 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). There about 'Oliver' whom you are probably aware of from Nifty. You can easily find them by searching for 'Donny Mumford' at the Amazon web site. And I would appreciate it if you would provide a comment at the site for the stories as well. Thanks. Donny Mumford Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expenses of maintaining this awesome story site. Thank you.