DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION
Chapter 26
by Donny Mumford
After drinking pitchers of barely-chilled beer for two and a half hours we're a little high and feeling pretty good as we walk the fair grounds. Spider maybe feels more than pretty good, but he's okay. Our plan is to get some dinner here at the fair and then hit the road avoiding a potential gridlock exiting the fair grounds after the fireworks. There's only two exits and both feed onto the same two lane back road. We settle on a barbecued dinner because that's usually a safe choice, and it was okay except this barbecue isn't what us Framingham boys consider ideal. It's exactly like the neighborhood cook-out barbecue I had two weeks ago and I prefer a sweeter sauce. Spider disagrees claiming this barbecue sauce is exactly how barbecue sauce is suppose to taste. Instead of leaving immediately after dinner we go on a few more rides to try getting our money's worth from the twenty dollar bracelets. It's almost seven-thirty by the time we're walking back to the car with the guys discussing the pros and cons of this country fair.
As for me, I'm kind of quiet trying to wipe out the memory of Marsha's boyfriend and me in the outdoor toilet. It was one of my weaker moments and the most dominated sex I can remember having with anyone. He was easily the largest guy I've ever had sex with too, and I'm not talking about his fat dick... I mean his body type. He was like six-feet-five inches tall and his torso's twice as wide as mine. A big guy with huge hands and thick wrists, strong as an ox. It was close to rape. Not that I have any notion of pursuing however because it would drag innocent bystanders into my fuck-up. I should have immediately put a stop to it. I'm not physically hurt, but mentally I'm pretty down on myself.
From the first second he barged into the outdoor toilet he had the upper hand. Huh, and I thought I could handle myself, but that guy took me totally by surprise. I mean he didn't even say anything. Not one person in a million would have the gall, the balls to pull that off like he did, and naturally I run into the one in a million. When I didn't immediately call him out on it he had his unspoken okay to proceed. I should have been outraged or, considering his size, maybe not get outraged so much as just run the fuck out of there. Piss outside or something. He'd guessed correctly that I was gay and submissive during sex. The whole thing makes me feel like shit. I can rationalize some of it away by chalking it up to a lesson learned. If something like that ever happens again I'll be prepared for it and immediately run in the other direction. Dominant types start out friendly as they're moving along steadily step by step. They've gotta be stopped in their tracks right away! Then they'll of course pretend they were only joking around. Like I said, dominant types at Dick's level are rare. Plus, he also had a clever cover. I'm referring to him going with Marsha for five years and then getting engaged to be married. That'll throw-off unsuspecting foolish submissive guys like myself every time. He's also apparently very astute at reading people and it helps that he's large, strong, and ballsy as hell. Bad luck, but I still feel like shit about it and I can't get over being really disappointed and pissed-off at myself.
Robby takes my hand, asking, "Why so quiet, Dylan?" I'm like, "Huh? What, quiet?" He grins, "Yeah, what have you been thinking about?" I shrug, "Oh, I don't know. Did we have fun at this country fair?" He chuckles, "Don't you know?" I shrug, and he goes, "Yeah it was fun. Unique experience although I'd much rather have done something just with you. My choice would have been spending the day with you in the motel room." Forcing thoughts of the outdoor toilet from my mind, I bump against Robby, saying, "That would have been my first choice too except I wanted to spend time with Chubby. I miss him." He says, "I know, and it's why we came to the fair, right?" Nodding my head, I go, "Yep, but now, back at the motel, you and me need to get naked and rub our bodies together." Another grin from Robby, "Exactly what I had in mind." I'm aware of a pronounced different feeling in my heart when I'm with Robby. Different than the feeling I have being with Ryan or any other guy I've ever met. This weekend has been a good opportunity for me to compare my feelings for Robby with those I have for Ryan. Well, it's not really a contest, Robby's like my soul partner in life. There's an intense feeling of love between us. It's something I don't believe I'll ever feel with anyone but him. To be fair I've got to give Ryan his due. There's an intensity
being with him too, but it's different and more 'sexual' than the 'loving'
feeling when I'm with Robby. Sure, my body shivers at Ryan's pleasant dominant demeanor. It gives me boners at times without any bodily contact. I also like how he makes me feel when he does little unintentionally bossy things, things he doesn't even realize he's doing. He makes me feel like a little kid at times too, a kid he's taking care of and who he loves. So that's an exceptional experience right there, but when I'm with Robby everything seems more real, more natural and right. Oh hell, I recognize the difference although I can't exactly describe it to myself. Still, it's enough that I know the difference. Sure, Ryan's changed a lot for the better this summer and I'm happy for him, but Robby's easily my choice. He doesn't need to change anything as far as I'm concerned.
I admire them both, but I can't resist Robby's and my three-year love affair. He's always looking out for me and I guess Ryan did some of that this summer too. The love I feel from them is different though. It's like Robby's love is pure and unencumbered by anything except the love. Ryan's love feels a bit desperate sometimes. It's like he's proving something by having me as his boyfriend. Me being his boyfriend is kind of a, How do you like me now? thing for him. It's like Ryan sees us as a couple as proof to his parents and everybody else he's not the loser they thought he was. Him being a loser is mostly in his mind although I haven't experienced his life, so I shouldn't judge. This is all just conjecture on my part anyway. It might be I'm giving myself too much credit and us being boyfriends has nothing to do with Ryan proving anything to anyone. Ryan also has the 'dominant card' he can put into play with me if he chooses, and I don't mean the mild every day stuff we're working with this summer. I mean the heavy dominance like when we started our relationship two years ago. I trust him not to do that though. We did the dog collar routine a few times a couple of weeks ago, but it petered-out and it was mostly my idea anyway, not his. It didn't pack the sexual wallop that it used to though, not at all. I'm moving away from the extreme dominant stuff apparently. It was fun back then but I've never needed that stuff with Robby. As if that proves anything. I don't know, but I don't feel sub/dom sex is as hot as I used to think it was. It's still kinda cool though.
It's funny, but I wouldn't even have considered the possibility of Ryan and me being a couple prior to this summer. He seems to have come into his own the last month or so. He's always been a hot sex partner, but prior to this summer his general demeanor was too inconsistent for me to seriously consider him as a life partner. He had mood swings and he was sensitive to slights that weren't intended to be slights. Overly sensitive kid with very little self confidence until recently. Basically it's me being with him this summer that's enabled him to become his current happy confident self. Before I intervened he had no friends here and there were all those rumors about him and an older guy sadistically having sex together, and he felt his parent thought he was a loser and had little interest in him. The sex rumors were true of course, but that's all changed now and consequently Ryan's relaxed and feeling good about himself and everything else. I hate to disappoint him but I'm going to because it's gotta be me and Robby forever. Pure love like our love affair is too special and precious to mess with.
As I've been thinking these thought there's been a discussion going on at the car about who's going to drive. Spider wants to drive because the rental car's in his name, but Robby and Chubby think Spider's had too much to drink. Chubby wants to drive too, but Robby doesn't want him driving for the same reason nobody wants Spider driving. I don't want to drive so Robby ends-up as the driver and it turns out to be a good choice because we get back to the motel safely at around eight-thirty. It's still hot and muggy but without the blaring sun. Standing in the motel parking lot Chubby and Spider try to convince Robby and me to check-out the garage bar with them. We resist because we want to hang-out together, at least for a while. I ask, "What's the rush? Aren't you guys going to shower before going out?" and Chubby goes, "No need. Even though we've been sweating all day and I have mustard stains on my t-shirt and Spider spilled half a watermelon drink on his shorts we'll still be the best dressed and cleanest dudes in the place. Ya gotta experience this garage bar if only to get a look at the patrons. Anyway we gotta go because last night Spider promised a girl with no front teeth a dance tonight, so ya know... a promise is a promise." I say, "Oh man, that is tempting but why don't you guys go by yourselves and see if it's still a rocking good time. If it's as good as you say we'll grab a cab and join you around eleven o'clock." Spider says, "Yo Jeff, he's right, it's too early to go over there now. Let's call those local girls from last night and I'll hook us up with some beer. An encore of last night wouldn't be the worst thing that ever happened to us." Chubby nods his head, "Smart thinking, Spider! Dylan, we'll be banging on your door at around ten-thirty or eleven and dragging both your asses to the bar." I go, "Um, we'll see, okay?"
Inside Robby's and my room the first order of business is another beer piss. Robby and I stand side by side in our bathroom pissing, as he asks, "Were you serious about us having ourselves a grungy fuck, or should we shower first?" I'm like, "No, I was serious. Occasionally I like grungy sex," and he asks, "Um, in bed? It'll get all sweaty and when we eventually shower before going to sleep the sheets will still be grungy." I say, "We'll steal new sheets from the laundry." He zips up his fly, mumbling, "Steal sheets, huh?" I mutter, "I mean borrow sheets. You know, from the laundry room two door down from ours." Robby's washing his hands, "Oh, borrow the sheets! You have the best fucking ideas, boyfriend." Grinning at him, I'm thinking, 'Damn he's good looking". After washing my hands I brush my teeth. It's a habit Ryan got me into, brushing after dinner. Robby comes back into the bathroom, "Good idea, babe!" and he brushes his teeth too. I fuss around rewashing my hands until Robby's in the bedroom, which gives me a second to throw out the toilet paper in my underpants, then check my ass in the mirror and wipe that animal's dried cum off my ass. I've gotta remove that horrible incident from my memory banks!
In the bedroom Robby's looking out the window, mumbling, "The couple next door just left. They're all dressed up." I go, "Dressed up, huh?" as I'm pulling my t-shirt over my head. I smell it and it smells like a country fair so I drop it on the floor. Robby mumbles, "Lets grab a smoke outside, Dylan," and that's what we do. I'm bare chested as we sit in the deck chairs outside our door with me fiddling with my nip ring, muttering, "I wonder if it ever cools off around here." Robby shrugs, and out of the blue asks, "Any chance you'd reconsider and come home with me tomorrow?" I say, "We've talked about that, Rob." He takes a deep breath, "I know, but I miss you and I don't mean 'Hey, missed ya, dude.' I mean I really heart-wrenchingly miss you. Plus, I can't believe you actually gave a thought to marrying Ryan. That hurts, but at least you've come to your senses." He sounded both elated and grim at the same time, like a burned survivor of a plane crash. I say, "Ryan's different now, but I'm not marrying him as you well know, so lets not talk about it. I just wanted to be honest with you about him, and have a clear conscience too," adding a quiet, "If that's even possible." He didn't hear the last part, saying, "Dylan, you know Ryan will try persuading you back to his way of thinking, probably by next Tuesday." I frown at him and he shrugs, adding, "I'm not saying he's devious, just that Ryan's persistent and he has been for the two years we've known him. He wants you." I mutter, "You introduced me to him," and Robby gets angry, "Don't throw that crap in my face again. I wanted the three of us to be friends. You know what the situation was like during our freshman year when we were young and stupid. Now we're not." I'm not so sure about that, saying, "We're not as young, I'll give you that."
He does a exaggerated deep breath, "Okay, you're right, lets not talk about it." We're quiet for a minute, smoking and listening to the crickets, then he says in a calm voice, "Promise me one thing at least," I look at him, "Sure," and he says, "Don't let yourself be put in a position you can't get out of, like promising him anything. Whatever you two talk about should be tentative. Nothing definite, okay?" I go, "Rob, it's you I want to spend my life with so I have no intentions of promising Ryan anything that jeopardizes that. And I'm telling him right out that he and I have no future together. In the nicest way possible of course. How much plainer to him can I make it." He frowns, "Now you seem mad," and I go, "I'm not, I'm not mad at anybody or anything." Well, I'm mad at myself about the outhouse fiasco, but I'm not mentioning that. He goes, "Okay then, good." Hmmm, I go, "Um, refresh my memory, Rob, what's our policy on occasionally having harmless side-sex with a buddy?" He shrugs, "We're working on it and trying to eliminate it. You need to work on it harder than me obviously, but I don't claim to be perfect in that regard either. For instance, when Danny split I ran into an old friend and you know, one thing led to another. It's kinda rare for me though." I nod, "Huh, who was it?" He shakes his head, chuckling, "None of your business. We agreed to downplay that sort of rare occurrence and keep the details to ourselves." Huh.
I flick my cigarette butt over the first row of cars into the parking lot. A beautiful flick so I look at Robby but he's looking at a couple of guys going into their room at the end of the motel. He goes, "I think we went to high school with that Japanese kid, The one who just went in his room. Fuck, what was his name?" I mumble, "Didn't you see my cigarette butt flick?" He shakes his head, saying, "No, was it off the top of your head?" I go, "No, mister wise-ass, it was perfect." He grins, "I'm sorry I missed it. Lets get something to drink, something without alcohol in it." We get up and wander around to the front of the motel where there's a Coke machine. We don't get Cokes though, we get bottled water for the same price. Ya feel like a fool paying the same price for water as a soda, or a 'pop' as these hicks call it. Nah, they're not hicks. They're good guys. Wow, the water's really cold and we stand here drinking the bottles of water gulp, gulp. gulp. "That hit the spot, huh?" I go, "Yeah, good call Robby!" Then I run my fingers through his hair and grab a fistful of it pulling his head to mine. Our lips meet and we kiss like we mean it, out teeth scraping together and our cold tongues dancing together. Robby wraps me in his arm with our sweaty faces sliding together. We suck and lick each other's lips as our tongues continue doing dirty dancing together. Then we take turns doing sucking kisses with our noses rubbing and our hands moving over each other's body. A woman's monotoned voice from the balcony above says, "Get a room, boys," and we walk away without even looking up to see who said that.
Walking back to our room, Robby chuckles, "My face would have burst into flames if that scene played out a year ago. Now, all I did was blush a burning hot red." We both laugh, then I admit, "Slightly awkward, but you looked so handsome and sexy I kinda lost my mind and attacked you back there." Grinning, he points at me, "That's the kind of shit I like hearing from your sweet lips, darling." I shake my head, "Darling? Nah, that still doesn't work," and he chuckles, "No, it doesn't." In our room I pull down the covers, muttering, "Fuckin' hot in here." Turning around I surprise Robby by pulling his t-shirt over his head so we're both bare chested. Robby has a quizzical expression on his face looking at his t-shirt on the floor where I dropped it next to mine, then I do the same thing I did at the Coke machine, grabbing a fistful of his sun-bleached two-tone blond hair and pulling his face to mine for a sexy wet kiss. He gropes my crotch wrinkling my shorts, then holds onto to my junk as we make out with my arms around the back of his neck keeping his face tightly against mine. My nose rubs on his sweaty cheek as I'm inhaling his fantastic sexy scent. I inhale too long making myself lightheaded, but he smells so good I couldn't stop. We fall on the bed, our sweaty chests slide together as we wrestle, kissing and grabbing each other's hard cocks through our shorts. His body feels so sexy, all sweaty and slippery rubbing against mine causing an electric current to run through me like what it might feel like taking a hit off some speed. We both do some low moaning, pressing ourselves together. We're getting sweatier in this hot room but it's clean sweat not the BO kind. I like tasting the salty sweat from his face. Mmmm, it makes my hard cock throb. Both our bodies are hard
with good muscle definition. Robby's also has a touch of the so-called six-pack abs that are so sexy on this boy.
He's got a great body and I'm loving the feel of it as we continue kissing and wrestling until the stronger Robby finally gets on top of me with my arms pinned together. He has his left hand holding both my wrists which I could easily break loose from except I don't want to. We're both dripping with sweat, me on my back and Robby straddling me. He unbuttons my shorts and pulls down the zipper. This time my boner stays put because it's trapped sideways in my jockey-style underwear. I'm looking at the tent in Robby's shorts and wanting the tent pole up my ass. He grins, "Helpless, huh?" I smirk at him, then say in a faked scared voice, "What are you going to do to me?" He flips me over, doing it easier then I expected. He pulls my shorts down off my buttocks, unzipping his fly, grinning and saying, "I'm gonna fuck you." I pretend to struggle until I feel the wet head of his cock at my asshole, then I scrunch my ass up for him and still using a phony scared voice, I plead, "Don't hurt me, mister." Robby chuckles, mumbling, "Oh, ya never been fucked up the ass, eh?" He leans forward pushing his fat four inch boner right up my ass. I hold my breath, but not from the pain which is manageable. I'm holding my breath hoping he doesn't notice the cum remnants already up there.
He doesn't as he groans, "Mmmm, this feels good," and lays fully on my back, nibbling at my ear. "You taste even better when you're sweaty, mmmm." Robby's cock is a fat one, but not as fat as Ryan's and only half as long, although that doesn't mean it feels half as good. In fact it's the opposite, Robby's penis always has felt the best inside me of anyone's and it has for as long as I can remember. The other half dozen or so cocks that have been inside me never come close to feeling as good as Robby's. They feel plenty good, just not nearly as good as Robby's. From the first time he fucked me his cock has been the gold standard for cocks penetrating my rectum. That's probably because we fell in love during our first year together and after that all other sex is lacking something when compared to Robby's. Recently Ryan's cock has felt closer to the way Robby's feels, but it's different too. Robby is my first true love and first love is a powerful thing. Everything you do with your first love seems better than doing it with anyone else, at least as far as I'm concerned.
Robby's taking a few deep breaths of arousal, then murmurs, "I've been missing your perfect ass something terrible." Still laying prone on me he begins lifting and lowering his hips fucking my ass awesomely. Full body contact, his scent in my head and his boner pumping my ass gets me teary realizing how much I love doing this with him. Steady fucking with quiet murmurs of sexual pleasure from both of us, and there's also the subtle but noticeable, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of his sweaty crotch smacking into my sweaty butt cheeks. It gets my balls rolling in my scrotum accumulating spunk and getting hard. Robby's face is next to mine, his left cheek against my right one as he licks and kisses there like every three or four humps up my ass. It creates enormous amounts of arousal in me, my body's shivering with pleasure as I begin humping my ass up with each thrusts of his hips driving his hard penis inside me. The thrusts from Robby get harder and faster now and they continue for a few more deliciously sexy minutes. We're a duet of arousal-whines by now, desperate to climax. He lifts off my back and goes up on his knees grabbing my hips with both hands pulling my ass up as he pounds his cock inside me fast and hard for another minute or so with me squirming on the bed, my body getting stiff with my orgasm in total control of my brain. I gasp as if my fast approaching orgasm is a surprise, then squeal humping my hips with cum streaking from my hard penis, red balloons bursting in my brain. Robby's fingers dig into my hips slapping his crotch against my ass, "Slap,slap,slap," and just as another stream of cum flies from my cock I feel his ejaculation hit off my bowels, "Aaaah, oooh!"
More hard fast thrusts up my ass with Robby's breathing raggedly. Sizzling sensations around my groin as I shake and quietly moan, then shudder and go limp. My ass is squishy for Robby's last few lazy thrusts inside me, his cum drooling out and then he flops down on my back again. We're as sweaty as I can ever remember being and the thought drifts by my brain: 'Why the fuck didn't we turn the air conditioner on?' Heavy breathing from Robby, his moist sweet breath on the side of my face. We lay like this for a minute or so, his now flaccid cock still up my ass. "Oh my god, that was awesome, Dylan. I think I remember how fantastic sex with you is, but then when we're having sex I realize my memory never does it justice." "So, you're not disappointed, is that what you're telling me?" He quietly laughs, "Yeah, that's what I'm saying, you nut." He starts to get off me, but I go, "NO! Stay like this for awhile. It feels good." Settling back down on my back he chuckles, and asks, "Why didn't we turn the air conditioning on? It's almost as hot in here as it was in the outdoor toilet" Damn! He had to mention that outdoor toilet. I go, "Um, no clue, Rob, I thought about the air conditioner when we came in, but was distracted by your sexiness. Anyway I liked our sweaty sex." He kisses my cheek and rubs my head, "Jesus, it's stupid how much I love you, Dylan, just plain stupid." I chuckle, "There's something wrong with that declaration of love. Stupid and love, I don't know, do they go together?" He goes, "Um, how's this: it's brilliant how much I love you. Is that better?" I go, "Not perfect, but better, yeah."
He rolls off me pulling his cock from my ass with a wet sucking, "Flup," sound when the fat head pops out. Robby lays next to me on his stomach with his arm over my back. "Maybe I should marry you in Vegas tomorrow. I'd feel better about the rest of your time with that boyfriend-stealing Wilcox." I grin, "Maybe you should. Ya got the ring?" He mutters, "Well, you have the engagement ring. It's hidden in your bureau drawer at home. I can use this friendship ring as a wedding band. It's the one I bought both of us for your last birthday." Then, instead of carrying on with the pretend Vegas wedding, we talk about how we'll soon be twenty-one. That's a humongous milestone for a guy. After that we talk about me coming home three weekends from now and how Robby will make sure he has both days free of work and meetings to be with me. Then my cell phone beeps and I pull my shorts up and reach in my pocket. It's a text from Chubby: This place is rocking, Dylan. I'll drive back and get Robby and you. I tell Robby that apparently Spider and Chubby went to the garage bar after all, and he asks, "Should we go?" I shrug, "I don't know 'cause ya never know what Chubby might mean by 'rocking'. I didn't believe him for a minute that everyone there is a grungy derelict." Robby goes, "How big could that garage be anyway?" We asked each other if we should go a couple more times and then I text back that we'll come a little later and add that I'll text him then and he can confirm the place is still 'rocking'. Chubby text back that he'll be here in a hour. He says Robby and I are going back with him then, and that's final. Huh, Chubby can make decisions.
I look at Robby, "He says he'll be here to pick us up in an hour." Robby goes, "Yeah, okay, I'd kinda like to see what that place is all about. I mean, how many times am I going to be in a Georgia garage bar, ya know?" I nod wondering why he didn't say he wanted to see the garage bar in the first place. Rubbing his head I look for a compliment, asking, "How do ya like your haircut?" He grins going up on his side, a forearm on the bed for support, "I think my haircut's awesome because you did it for me." He's looking down at me tracing the pad of his finger down my nose, "You have the most perfect nose I've ever seen on anyone and it goes perfectly with every other perfect feature of your face." I look serious and mumble, "I know," and he laughs, saying, "It's true," and I say, "I know," then I have to laugh too. "Tell me more, Rob," and he says, "Ya know, I really miss giving you haircuts. Oh fuck, I miss everything we used to do together and I'm never taking a single thing about you for granted ever again. You being away made me realize how much I depend on you, and love everything about you, and love every minute we spend together." I say, "Me too, Rob," and he chuckles, but I was serious that time. I go, "No, really, I feel the same way about you. This separation was good for us." He goes, "A week separation would have reminded us the same thing," and I'm like, "No it wouldn't," and he says, "Yes, it would," and I mutter, "Wouldn't," and he goes, "Would," then he collapses on me and we get into another hot make-out.
Robby still tastes good as our sweaty faces slide together again with us sucking lips, licking each other and kissing. Our busy tongues are together in my mouth while our bare chests make a subtle squeaky sound sliding sweatily together. It's sexily delicious squirming against one another and it goes on for quite awhile putting me in some kind of a dreamy trance. It's a beautiful thing, our cocks hard and throbbing. Beautiful and thrilling to be turned-on sexually to this degree and knowing Robby is too. He's all over me, finally getting me turned over. I'm on my knees with my forearms on the mattress. We both need 'it' again right now so he pulls my shorts down, then rustling around behind me pulling his down past his nuts. He lets out a long exhale and mounts me again. His boner sliding tightly up my ass with Robby making a gasping sound while I grunt, "Ooh, aah!" He grabs my hips and begins pounding his hard cock up my ass fast, "Slapslapslapslap," sounds fill the room as I grovel on the bed moving my knees on the mattress and biting a pillow and smothering some of my moans of deep sexual pleasure. His hard fat quickly-moving boner tantalizes my anus with me tightening my buttock's muscles moving my head side to side loving how it feels to be fucked by my true lover. My prostate is sizzling with constant pleasure for a deliciously long time before I'm gasping, "Rob, ah, ah, oooh," then my squeal as my hips hump so hard I end up flat on the bed as cum shoots from my cock underneath me and I feel the creamy warm wetness on my belly. Another hump and another shot of cum with Robby laying flat on me, now desperately humping against my ass shooting his seed inside me one more time.
I'm weak now, limp and weak with Robby's dead weight on my back and his heart thundering against me while he takes gasping breaths. A minute later all is quiet with a drip, drip, drip of sweat from Robby's forehead pinging against my cheek near my lips. One last deep breath and Robby mumbles, "The hair on the back of your head feels like sandpaper." I mumble, "Only until I return to you, darling." We both laugh, "That doesn't work when you say it either, Dylan." I'm like, "Right! Scratch that term of endearment." Then as our breathing returns to normal I want more sex with Robby, "Let me suck your cock, Rob," and he gets on his side as I shimmy down the mattress and take his cock in my mouth. After sucking it for a minute or so I take it out and hold it in my fingers, saying, "Before we go to sleep later tonight I want to lick your whole body and rim your ass until you cum." Robby goes, "That'll be nice," and we both laugh acknowledging we might be a little bit oversexed. It's wonderful being with Robby again. I suck his penis into another boner and he fucks me for another ten minutes dripping with perspiration. Both of us are hoping for another orgasm but his dick gets too sensitive, so a third orgasm never happens. He pulls it out, muttering, "Ouch, that thing smarts."
Laying together in a puddle of perspiration and semen we're gently rubbing each others body discussing which one of us should turn on the air conditioner. Then there's a pounding on our door. I go, "That'll be my beloved brother who's come to take us to a southern garage bar." Robby says, "I wonder if they serve hot wings there?" and for some reason that makes us laugh. I yell, "Just a minute, Chub!" Robby and I get off the bed pulling up our shorts. Opening the door, Chubby grins, "Ready?" I go, "Do we need to wear shirts? What's the dress code for a garage bar anyway?" Chubby goes, "Hmmm, I think at least a jockstrap is required." Robby and I take a minute to wash up in the bathroom, then pull on clean t-shirts, then step into sneakers, sans socks. I put on Ryan's Merrimack baseball cap and say, "Let's go." Walking to the car Robby's mumbling, "I don't suppose there's any chance the beers you've had the last two hours helped sober you up at all." Chubby chuckles "No, not really. You drive." I get in the back asking, "Spider's still there?" and Chubby goes, "Yep, that boy is a party animal!" As Robby pulls out of the parking lot, I'm like, "How big is this garage?" Chubby turns around to look at me, "It's not actually a garage. It was rental storage units at one time. They went out of business because it's not in a real nice area and this guy bought the first line of rental units, knocked out the dividing walls and made a twenty foot wide, hundred foot long bar out of it. The word is he pays off the sheriff of the hick town it's in and runs the place without a license. It's the worse kept secret in Georgia. Very popular place!" We're on the highway now so talking is restricted because of the road noise.
Twenty-five minutes later Chubby instructs Robby to turn onto a dark road, headlights showing lots of potholes to avoid. We drive past falling down warehouses we can just make-out in the light of a quarter moon. Then we pass what once was a chicken processing plant that's retained some of the odors associated with that nasty business. A hundred yards up from that there's is a light, that Chubby says, "That's where you turn. At the light." The road curves sharply to the right and then we see lots of cars parked across from a brightly lit one floor, long building. Robby parks at the end of a row of cars and pickup trucks. We get out and Chubby holds his arms out, "Ta da, there it is, the famous garage bar." I ask, "How'd ya ever find it the first time?" He goes, "We had the girls with us." It's not a building. It's one of three rows of attached garages or storage units. The two rows behind the garage bar are falling apart and there's nothing but pitch dimly lit night around the brightly lit garage bar as far as I can see. In daylight there are probably other buildings falling apart if we turned left at the light.
The lit-up row of storage sheds all have closed garage-type doors except the middle two. They're open with a eight inch post separating the doors. Straight ahead of the open doors, about twelve feet back, is a bar that's as wide as these two doors. People are milling around in the bar area as a country and western band plays somewhere to our left with people doing a funny kind of dance. Lots of guys and girls wearing western garb, but not everyone. I see a few young guys wearing Oshkosh bid overalls without shirts. There's a sign over the opening that says: '$5 cover charge. No one under twenty-one will be admitted!' I look at Chubby and he says, "They take your word for it."
We approach the bouncer at the entrance. A very white man who could be anywhere from thirty to fifty years old. He's wearing black skinny jeans, cowboy boots, and a black wife-beater t-shirt. The kind with thin strips over the shoulders. He's shaved his head and his arms have full tattoo sleeves with a tattoo of a cobra on his neck. Dark sunglasses and a tuft of white chest hair peeking out the top of his t-shirt. The poor guy's gotta be an albino and he looks like one scary dude. Robby and I kinda hang back behind Chubby who bumps fists with the bouncer, saying, "Yo, Bruce, I'm back." Bruce has a sweet smile and a friendly, "So you are, Jeff, and I see you brought your brother and his friend." To me he asks, "Are you twenty-one, Dylan?" Surprised he knows my name, I nod my head giving a hesitant smile as Bruce nods, then smiles at Robby, "You too, Rob?" Robby says, "Well, I will be..." and Chubby says, "He means, yes." Another really nice smile from Bruce, "Have a good time, boys," and we go in without paying the cover charge. Chubby says, "Nice guy, huh? He's a senior at St, Joe's, that's a college in Philly." Oh, I guess he isn't between thirty and fifty years old after all. Strange dude though so Robby and I exchange 'looks', then follow Chubby to the bar as Robby mumbles to me, "Ya can't tell a book by it's cover, huh?" Meaning the bouncer who's now laughing and greeting a group of girls, hugging a couple of them. I'm looking around but don't see any of the derelicts Chubby inferred made-up most of the garage bar's cliental. Huh, I don't know if I'm relieved or disappointed.
The country band sounds very much like a rock band at the moment. Rock band with a lead singer who's singing about somebody's 'home grown honey'. Chubby buys a round of beers in green bottles called 'Black Jack'. It's a lager that reminds me of Rolling Rock, or maybe that's just because it's in a green bottle. There's a lot of dancing going on to the right and left of the entrance area. Most of the dancers are now doing a line dance of which I'm not familiar. There's lots of shouting, laughing over the music making for a loud boisterous bar, club, whatever it is. It's a lively spot, that's for sure, and I'm not picking up any trouble vibes which kinda surprises me. There appears to be more girls than guys. Many of both sexes are easily into their thirties, but a lot of twenty-something year olds too. There's also a few same sex couples dancers which surprises the hell out of me. Huh! Chubby tells us, "Spider's holding a table for us," so Robby and I follow him. I'm looking ahead and behind me at this hundred foot long bar. Quite an interesting joint! Everyone seems happy with smiles on their faces and there's laughter all around me. Not what I expected. Cowboy and cowgirl attire is the most prevalent, but t-shirts and shorts are a close second, so we don't stand out.
We get a big greeting from boozy Spider with hugs all around and then he introduces us to Millie, who's the girl with the missing two front teeth. Other than that she's a cute perky little thing wearing a short skirt, a cowgirl long-sleeve shirt, cowgirl boots, and a cowgirl hat. She and Spider are drinking some sort of mixed drink in plastic cups. We sit and Chubby asks Spider, "Where's Dolly Parton?" Spider says, "Jennet's in the little girl's
room." Trying hard not to, but I find myself glancing at Millie's missing teeth and she catches me giving me a grin, saying, "A temporary situation, Dylan. I was in a car accident last month and my teeth got knocked out on the steering wheel. I'll be getting a permanent bridge next week. For now I do a lot of lisping just for shits and giggles." I blush a, little bobbing my head, muttering, "Oh, I didn't notice, Millie." She laughs, "Liar," and I blush again, then gulp down some beer. She makes a whistling sound when she says the letter 'S'. Like the word lisp came out as 'lithe' along with a whistle. I'm doing a lot of nose rubs hiding my grin at her funny speech. She says, "How 'bout that hot sun today," sounding like 'hot wun' and the word 'so' sounds like 'doe' and so forth. You get used to it after awhile. Then the girl, Jennet, who Chubby called Dolly Parton shows up and I see why he calls her Dolly. Huge headlights on a petite body. She's barely five foot tall wearing too much make-up. Exaggerated red lipstick on full sexy lips. She'd be prettier without all the make-up. Robby and I get introduced and Dolly, um, Jennet, gives both Robby and me a kiss on the cheek leaving an outline of her lips that we're wiping at, smearing it. We're both blushing because it's hard not to stare at her huge tits. Both girls are really friendly and nice in a hometown country kind of way. I think they're exaggerating their country twang for us Yankee boys. Spider's and Chubby's chairs are close to the girls' chairs with an arm draped around the girls. Then Dolly gets up and sits on Chubby's lap with her arm around his neck. She takes her hat off and puts it on Chubby, saying, "You'd make an awfully cute cowboy, Jeff."
Everyone at the table is smoking except Spider who's bitching about the smoke and telling us the dangers of tobacco. Chubby says, "Everything you know about tobacco, Spider, could be written on the back of a fucking postage stamp" Dolly says, "Oh Jeffrey sweetheart, profanity is a sign of ignorance." Chubby gives her a squeeze, smiling and saying, "That was an obscenity, Dolly, not a profanity. Get your shit together, girl. And, that was a vulgarity, by the way, shit is." She smiles sweetly, saying, "Fuck you, honey, we don't need a vocabulary lesson." The girls get into telling us the reasons living in Georgia is far superior to life in any northeastern state with Chubby bantering back and forth with them making-up bogus benefits for living in Framingham, Massachusetts. Both couples are very funny together, but Robby and me feel a little left out of it. When those four get up to dance, Chubby says, "Hold the table for us, Dylan?" I nod, "Sure thing, bro." They all join in a line dance so I stand up to watch Chubby doing his own version of the dance. Oh man, he has everyone laughing. He's yelling that everyone but him is out of step. More people join in the line dance and I lose sight of Chubby so I sit down and Robby says, "I'm going to get us another round of drinks. Do you know what Spider and Millie are drinking?" I shrug, "Not really, just get beers for everybody."
I feel a little self conscious sitting at the table by myself so I light another cigarette, then a young guy sits down in Robby's seat, saying, "Excuse me, this is a little embarrassing but my friends and I think we saw you on TV. Were you in an HBO series?" I shake my head giving him a grin, "No, that wasn't me." He's kinda cute, asking, "You sure?" He's wearing a cowboy hat, a North Carolina University t-shirt and shorts. I can't see what's on his feet, but it'd be cool if he had on cowboy boots with the shorts. He holds out his hand, "I'm Rex." I do a one-shake handshake, "I'm Dylan, nice to meet you, Rex," and grinning, I ask, "Where are these friends of your's who thought I was on HBO?" He smirks pointing to three guys sitting at a table. Average looking college-age guys. Rex leans closer, saying, "Don't look at them okay? I've got a twenty dollar bet that you'll dance with me." I raise my eyebrows, "You're gay?" He goes, "NO! It's just a thing we do. Bet each other we won't do something crazy, like me asking a guy to dance. I'll split the twenty with you." I go, "Well, at the moment I'm saving the table for my friends." He asks, "How 'bout when they come back?" i shrug, "Sure," and he goes, "Who's the babe with the ginormous tits?" Chuckling, I go, "The young lady's name is Jennet, nicknamed Dolly." He nods his head, "Yeah, that works. How about it, a dance when your friends get back?" I look him in the eyes, saying, "Yeah, but I should ask my boyfriend when he gets back with the beers." Rex looks startled pulling his head back, muttering, "Boyfriend?" I go, "Yeah, we're gay," and he chuckles, "Bullshit alert!" as Robby comes over with six bottles of Black Jack in a six-pack carrier.
Robby puts the beers on the table, asking, "Who's this?" and I introduce Rex, who asks, "Are you gay, Rob?" Robby looks at me with an expression like, 'What the fuck?' I laugh and explain the situation. Robby grins, "Well, Rex, Dylan's my boyfriend so if you want to dance with him you'll need to get one of your friends to dance with me." We open two beers and chug some looking at Rex who's grinning, then says, "I'll be right back." He goes over to explain developments to his buddies. Rex qualifies as cute in a untraditional way, meaning when he gets older he'll probably be kinda odd looking, but now he's young and he grins a lot, so he's cute. He's maybe two inches shorter than me and probably about my age and, as I said, he's got an awesome grin and there's something 'fun' about him. Robby goes, "Only you would attract this kind of craziness." I go, "Don't blame me! I was just sitting here and he came over and sat down with this proposal to win twenty bucks." Robby laughs, then says, "Do you know how to do that dance they're doing?" I watch the dancers who are done with the line dance and doing something else as couples now. Shrugging, I go, "It doesn't look that complicated."
The boys at the other table are laughing and then flipping coins to see who has to dance with the other gay boy. Rex comes back to our table smiling with another guy about our size who isn't wearing a cowboy hat but he's got cowboy boots on and I see that Rex does as well. Cowboy boots and shorts... cool, and he's got sexy legs too. His t-shirt reads, 'John Deere, Owner's Edition'. They sit down, "This is Charlie. He'll dance with Rob." We bump fists as Robby and I grin at each other, then I say, "Frankly boys, we didn't expect you'd call our bluff," and Charlie points at Rex, "Well, y'all should know we always suspected Rex of being a homo anyway, no offense intended." I go, "None taken." I said that using a western twang in my voice which gets Rex and Charlie chuckling. Robby says, "We don't know how to do that dance," as he points his thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of the dance floor. There are two dance floors, one on this side of the long bar. The dance floor takes up half the room, the other half is taken up by tables. Then there's the same set-up on the other side of the bar/entrance area. The band's at the far end of the other side, but speakers every twenty feet down the back wall make it sound like the band's right next to us. Charlie says, "That there's called the two step dance and a retard could learn it in two minutes." I ask, "How long for someone who's not a retard?" and
he goes, "Five minutes," and we all laugh a little.
Rex has a baby face without a hint of a beard while Charlie has a sexy short, almost full beard. Chubby, Spider and the girls return with Dolly laughing as Chubby feels up one of her big headlights. I introduce everyone as Rex and Charlie exchange smirking 'looks' when Millie lisps a whistling, "Howdy, boys." Then she points at Charlie, whistling, "Ya know, Charlie, you were in my lit class senior year." He goes, "Oh yeah, I didn't recognize you without your front um, ah, how ya doing, Millie?" She laughs and Chubby asks, "Whadda we doing?" I explain and he says, "Okay then, start dancing so we can have our seats back. Charlie and Rex look over at their buddies, who are laughing and yelling, "Dance, boys!" We all stand up with me holding Rex's hand. He laughs and blushes cutely, then takes my baseball cap off, puts his cowboy hat on my head and my hat on his with the bill backwards.
The two step is easy and we get right into it with Rex only correcting my moves once. "You learn fast, Dylan," and I go, "You sure you're not gay? You'd be good at it." His cheek brushes mine, then he blushes and does a nervous little laugh. Rex has a cute boyish personality. Robby and Charlie never stop laughing because Robby's a spazz when it comes to dancing, which is odd because he's graceful playing the infield in baseball. Here's the weirdest thing: people look at us with grins, not frowns of disapproval. They see we're laughing and grinning. I assume they recognize we're goofing around, four drunk cowboys or something like that. It's cool holding a straight boy's hand while dancing. I like looking into Rex's pretty blue eyes too. They're a darker shade of blue than Robby's and mine. This close to him I realize he doesn't quite have the baby face I first thought because I see silky pale-brown downy hairs of a baby mustache on his upper lip. He's kinda hot. We dance to two country/western versions of what he called two-step dancing. Both times to a medium fast beat and then it's back to a line dance which is a little more intricate, but once you get the moves down they're repeated over and over. After that we've have enough dancing for the time being.
Back at the table Chubby's talking so we stand here listening to him. It'd be rude of Robby and me to sit leaving Rex and Charlie standing alone. Chubby's in the middle of some bull shit double talk that's got everyone's attention. He says to Millie and Jennet, "Ya got your two great families of wine," and Rex chimes in with, "Yeah, red and white which lacks something in the way of new information." Chubby gives him a blank stare, then says, "I was talking about screw-top and cork top, with pop-top and bottle-cap a variation of screw-tops." I go, Talking about wines again, huh? You're turning into a fuckin' Frenchman." Chubby grins, "No, no, I'm using deodorant," and Spider sounds skeptical, saying, "Yeah, like that's gonna last." Chubby's chuckling looking at the girls sitting next to him, "As I was saying, girls, before the rude interruption," and Millie says, "You was saying about screw-tops." Chub goes, "Right! So among the screw-tops you got your three basic families: fruit taste, Kool-Aid, and miscellaneous." Charlie goes, "Hey, I think I had some of that. Me and dirty-Mike were going through Tifton, Georgia, in a hurry and..." Chubby interrupts, "Ya wanna hear about wine or ya wanna bull shit?"
Rex chuckles, nudges my side and I step a few feet away from the table laughing at the way Chubby says things. Grinning at me, Rex holds my hand, saying, "It was kinda cool holding another boy's hand dancing. I like the feel of it and... well I know goddamn well you've heard this before, but you're way better looking than any girl I've ever dated." I shrug, "Yeah, everybody tells me that," and he laughs dropping his forehead on my shoulder, saying, "Dude, I wish you lived around here." I ask, "Would you like a blow job, Rex?" and he laughs hysterically, then stops and says with a serious expression on his face, "Yeah, I would." We walk back to the table with him smirking at me. Ten to one Rex is another cock teaser just like Bud and Dog?
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com
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