DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION
Conclusion Part 1 of 3 (previously titled Epilogue)
by Donny Mumford
It's a perfect day at the shore with temperatures in the mid-eighties and sunny skies above with a nice breeze off the ocean; maybe the most beautiful day of the last two weeks. I only mention this because today is Saturday, the day we're leaving Wildwood. Right now Chubby and me are in the rental office trying to return the condo keys; the moms are already on their way home. Even though the moms have a head start, Chubby and I will be passing them in short order 'cause they don't drive much over the speed limit. Chubby and me have a firm rule that when motoring on major highways we go fourteen miles an hour over the speed limit. Cops won't usually stop you unless you exceed the speed limit by fifteen miles an hour and there are many drivers going faster than that so they're the ones getting speeding tickets. Anyway, this little chore of returning the condo keys should be a simple matter except it isn't; there's a new receptionist at the rental office and she's flustered by the number of people surrounding her desk. New renters are clamoring for the keys to their rental places while the departing renters are trying to return keys; this process is turning into a complete pain in the ass! Hmmm, wonder what an incomplete pain in the ass would be like. One of the problems is that too many people are talking loudly at the same time while the receptionist, if you can believe this, is talking on the phone! She's holding her finger in the air, like, "just a second!" but this has little or no affect. It's hot in the office and absolutely nothing is getting accomplished. We've been here ten minutes and it's just plain stupid; last year there was a basket labeled "rental key returns" which handled the entire matter without human intervention screwing things up. Finally, holding the envelope containing the keys and the rental papers in the air, Chubby shouts, "Returns for 108B, Ocean Road condo," and he drops the envelope on the receptionists desk, a big fake smile on his cute face. Who could resist that face? The receptionist looks startled, holds the telephone against her breast glaring at Chubby. Failing to scare Chubby with her mean expression, she picks-up the envelope with the tips of her thumb and index finger, like she's picking up a turd, and offers it back to Chubby, muttering, "Kindly wait your turn, young man... I'm on the telephone!" He ignores her offer of the envelope, points at it twice with his index finger, like he's shooting it, and says, "You have a nice day now!" then backs out through the crowded room with the receptionist calling after him, "Hey! Hey, heyyy!". I follow him out the door chuckling because Chubby rarely uses that "have a nice day" comment; it's usually a last resort before letting loose with an f-bomb laden tirade. "Ha ha!" that would be something to see alright. Chubby's ears are red; he's pissed!
We get in the Jeep, Chubby mumbling, "What an idiot!" and just to break his balls a little, I fake sincerity, claiming, "Oh, she seemed nice enough," which has Chubby snapping his head around, "Nice enough...?" but he sees me smirking and then he chuckles, and says, "I wonder if she's related to Mary Jo's friend, Marsha?" I laugh although I'm not sure what he means by that. Today's perfect shore weather makes me yearn to stay awhile longer, but at the same time I have mixed emotions about it: on the one hand I wish we were just starting our two weeks in Wildwood, but on the other hand I'm anxious to see Robby 'cause we need to talk. Obviously I've been less than celibate the past two weeks and I need to remember that fact and be open-minded when it comes to whatever Robby's been up to. That's maybe easier said than done, but I need to do it anyway because my less than open-minded initial take on the garage matter wasn't fair to Robby. I'm the last person to be critical of him getting a little nookie on the side. We've only talked that one time since I've been away, but we did manage to get the matter out in the open at least. Tonight we'll need to actually discuss it and I'm assuming that's going be a tad awkward which is why I have this uncomfortable nervous feeling in my gut.
Then I hear, "Why so quiet, Dylan?" Chubby and me are in the Jeep flying down the Garden State Parkway with Chubby driving. I'm like, "Huh? What's that, Chubby?" then I quickly add, "Oh, quiet... yeah, guess I'm feeling a little sad that our vacation's over. How 'bout you?" He says, "Well, this two weeks sure has been different from past vacations, but it was great just the same and, hell, I'd like to stay longer too." I'm nodding my head and Chubby wistfully adds, "Everything's a little different this year because we're getting older, I guess." I go, "We're not that old, Chubby. You're always talking about us growing-up; what's the rush?" He says, "I'm in no hurry!" And then, changing to a positive subject, he excitedly claims, "Our tattoos rock! You had a great idea with that, Dylan!" I say, "Oh, it's my devotion to four leaf clovers that made me do it." He's like, "I'm so sure! By the way, ya outta wipe your mouth, dude, there's a little bull shit left on your chin." Then he's back to evaluating the vacation, "I had fun in a lot more areas than just getting a tattoo, but to be honest, having Mary Jo with us the first week wasn't too cool, was it?" I say, "Oh, it wasn't so bad, I guess; and anyway, it wasn't your fault she was here." I didn't jump on the bandwagon and make Chubby feel bad about Mary Jo because I enjoyed a few sexual adventures while Chubby was occupied with her. I tell him, "Bottom line; I always think it's best when it's just you and me doing stuff, but you already know that, don't ya?" Chubby holds his fist over and I bump it with my fist, as he mumbles, "Yeah, I know, Dylan. I think it's awesome when it's just you and me too, but we can't be hermits. It's fun circulating at times; meeting new people and all." He likes to do that more than I do. We're quiet for a few minutes while I'm thinking about the new acquaintances I met during the last two weeks; Anthony's handsome face pops up in my head of course, plus I had really hot experiences with Charlie and Gary too; not that I can share most of that with Chubby. Last year I ran into that hot, cool boy, Mike Sullivan; he was something, but I chickened out when it came to following through on doing anything sexy with him. Hell, I don't even know for sure if he was interested in me, but he sure oozed sexiness. This year I had a totally different mind set right from the start and consequently I didn't chicken out on a single opportunity that came my way. My intention to have a slutty vacation experience seemed to almost happen on it's own; I was just along for the ride. I hate not being able to share these adventures with somebody though; it'd be kinda fun to discuss the ins and outs, so ta speak. Oh well, ya can't have everything.
Chubby and me are feeing superior as we're chuckling at the long lines of cars we pass at the toll booths on the Garden State Parkway, and there are a lot of toll booths; EASY PASS allows us to cruise through the FAST LANES leaving those fools in our wake. Damn, ya gotta wonder why all those people are still handling tolls the old fashioned way. Then, just to start a conversation, I ask Chubby, "Who's the most interesting new acquaintance you met on vacation?" Chubby's goes, "There were a few. Let's see, did you meet Dino at the barbecue? He's Art Pictario's cousin." I shake my head, saying, "I don't think so," and Chubby goes, "Well, he's an interesting guy, this Dino. Oh, okay, he does have a weakness for sesquipedalian excess. He thinks nothing of dropping words like "eponymous" or "proprioceptive" into normal conversation, but at the same time he can also tell a wickedly funny dirty joke too. He's a plumber, I think that's what he said; works in South Philly, I know that for sure." I'm squinting my eyes staring at the side of his face, my lips pursed, saying nothing. Chubby keeps his eyes on the road trying not to laugh, it's dead silence for almost a minute, then Chubby blurts out a laugh, glances over at me with a cute smirk on his face, and asks, "What? Why ya staring at me?" Then he laughs again. I'm slowly shaking my head, mumbling, "Sesquipedalian plumber, my ass!"
He's doing that damn word game, and it's a pain in the ass because, like his factoid game, I never know if he's just making something up or if he actually knows what he's talking about. Taking a chance, I say, "You're the fucking sesquipedalian, not the plumber!" which makes Chubby stop laughing, then say, "You're guessing, bro! You're just guessing." I go, "Am not, I know big words too!" which has Chubby guessing now. He's wondering if I actually know what that word mean. The answer to that is: I don't have a clue what it means! Just then the radio starts blaring out the new wave band HOCKEY doing their hit with that electro-tinged sound, "Song Away", which Chubby and I love. We know some of the words and sing along with the front man, Ben Grubin. When the songs over, I say, "That was astroimersionally fabulous!" and Chubby says, "That's no word!" and I go, "What, you never heard of the word 'fabulous?' You gotta be kidding!" He shakes his head and chuckles, but isn't sure if that 'astro...' word is a real word or not. I see a way to break his balls with his own game; what's that phrase... hoisted on his own petard? I'll just make up words and he'll spend half the day trying to find them in the dictionary. "Ha ha!" I laugh and Chubby mutters, "I like you better when you're pouting," but I can tell he's kidding around, enjoying himself. He glances over at me and our eyes meet with both of us smirking. He says, "Let's share a cigarette, bro." I love a long road trip with Chubby.
And it is a long road trip which gives us plenty of time to talk; naturally we talked about the stuff we did on vacation. We discussed it all without me mentioning any of my sex-capades, including the ones I had with him... Chubby didn't mention anything about sex either. We had fun remembering our bouts with drunkenness; those two alcohol induced adventures received a lot of revisionist discussion time, minus the sexy parts, as I said. I'm sure we'll have further discussions about those shared sexual experiences sometime when were both introspective again and maybe adult beverages will be involved then too, who knows. Sex is a touchy topic, it's chock full of uncomfortable contradictions and subconscious confusions that would only bring us down off the light, happy mood we're sharing right now; so we avoid it. Chubby's telling funny stories about things that happened when it was just him and the girls. The stories are mostly funny at Mary Jo's expense; Chubby laughed and laughed at the bizarre things she brought on herself as well as the unfortunate mishaps that just seem to happen around her. I didn't point out to Chubby that he's enjoying the memories of Mary Jo's unfortunate misadventures quite a bit. Fact is, Mary Jo is basically a snob and Chubby's probably come to that conclusion himself although he might not articulate it in that exact way. Another favorite topic is the way we spent all the money we stole from that asshole Joel. "Ha ha!" We spent some of it taking the moms to dinner, but most of it was spent doing the expensive water sports. Awesome water skiing and jet skiing, and of course I had my little rendezvous with Charlie which was quick, uber hot, and free. By the way, I dreamed about that hot experience just last night and had a little nocturnal emission as a result. "Heh heh," some of which got on Chubby's boxer shorts with him deep asleep. I almost blurting out a laugh when I saw my dried cum on the side of his underwear next morning; it was stiff by then so I must have had the dream early in the night. I'm going to miss sleeping with Chubby big time! It'll be like weaning myself off an addictive drug. I hate to even think about it.
At the halfway point we stopped for lunch; it was right after we got off Route 684 and made the connection to Route 84 East. Inside the Friendly restaurant off Route 84 we're seated at a booth just like we were on the other side of the highway coming from home two weeks ago. Chubby's studying the menu while I'm looking around half expecting to see another exotic boy like the Mohawk boy I spotted at lunch on the way down. Unfortunately no one under thirty years old is dining here at this time; what a bummer! So okay, there are no prophetic visions for me in this Friendly restaurant, but at least the cheeseburger and fries were as advertised and that's not always the case. I've noticed that in Mc Donald's, for example, you see delicious looking pictures of their Big Mac on the walls, but when you get yours it doesn't look anything like the picture, it looks like it's been in someone's back pocket for the last three hours. The second half of our trip was quieter than the first; we took turns driving and concentrated on the music mostly. Just about seven hours after leaving the rental office in Wildwood we arrived at our Framingham condo safe and sound and feeling good about life. Obviously we'd passed the moms somewhere along the the way but we did it without realizing it. That's not surprising since there are many miles of four-lane highways and the moms travel in the right lane while Chubby and me are flying along in the left lane.
First thing I did was run into my condo and hook my cell phone up with it's charger 'cause I've discovered life without a cell phone is problematic. Then back outside I joined Chubby unwinding from that long drive by sharing another cigarette and drinking sodas on the front steps. We joked around some and then marveled that a mere seven hours ago we were next to the majestic Atlantic ocean and now we're gazing down on this two-lane road in front of our condos, a road that needs repaving no less. Life's often like that; sharp contrasts that one simply must adjust too. We'd left our clothes and stuff in the Jeep so, after our smoke, Chubby takes a deep breath, looks at me, and asks, "Ya ready, bro?" I go, "Let's do it!" We unpack the Jeep, fill the washing machine with our dirty clothes, then wander around each condo setting the thermostats and checking that all is the way it should be. Then, as we'd discussed in the car, next thing on the agenda is Chubby eliminating my Mohawk. In my finished basement I'm sitting on the barber stool with Chubby testing various clippers comb attachments against the length of my hair. "Dylan, it's gonna need to be the quarter inch comb, bro. The three-eights inch one will leave the outline of the Mohawk; your other hairs haven't grown-out enough yet." Hair on an average person's head grows about a half-inch per months; some people's hair grows a little slower and some a little faster. My hair has above average growth rate, but it's hasn't even been two full weeks since I got the Mohawk so I'm lucky it's grown out as much as it has; a touch over a quarter inch. Chubby runs the clippers along the Mohawk strip first and then all over my head for a short buzz cut and I'm happy to see my one and only Mohawk-of-a-lifetime disappear. Chubby finishes up using the trimmers around the ears and back, then I do the rest myself because, well, because I'm better at it than Chubby. He's on his way up a couple of flights of stairs to his condo for a shower as I use the trimmer to carefully shave a straight hairline across my forehead and then accent a distinctive hairline along the sides, with the sideburns coming to a point. It's a wicked short haircut, but looks kinda cool; kinda tough and I like it much better than the Mohawk. I'm too cute for a Mohawk, that's what I heard a number of times and I tend to believe they're right! "Ha ha ha!" That comment shows the kind of happy and goofy mood I'm in. After my shower I put both my little pirate hoop earrings in, then, checking myself out in the mirror, I reluctantly take the right one off because mom isn't used to it yet; she'll come around eventually. I'm dressing casually this evening, without underpants; that's because I'll be with Robby later and I'm an optimist.
Chubby and I are outside now, all clean and shiny sitting on the steps smoking another cigarette when the moms show up almost an hour after we'd arrived. "You boys been here long?" Tris asked as she walks up the steps. Chubby goes, "No mom, maybe fifteen minutes, tops... but we stopped for lunch." She says, "Well we did too, honey. I hope you were driving safely; that vacation traffic is horrific!" Chubby and I are shaking our heads up and down like, "Of course we drove safely!" My mom says, "Boys, you already unloaded your Jeep! Good for you!" Chubby says, "Yes, and we have the washing machine going full tilt and the thermostats are adjusted and the condos inspected; all's in order." My mom nods her head, smiling at Chubby, then notices my hair, "Dylan! You got rid of your Mohawk already; it looks nice like this. Nice job, Chubby!" The moms are walking toward the condo when my mom stops, maybe realizing we got an awful lot done in only fifteen minutes, she turns around to ask, "Hey, are you two sure you've only been home fifteen minutes?" Chubby goes, "Scout's honor," and he does some kind of a bogus salute that has the moms exchanging looks; they don't believe us for a minute. Tris asks, "You boys gonna help us unload the station wagon?" Chubby and I make another face at each other because we know that "Help us unload" means, in mom lingo,"Get to it boys, we'll be taking showers and drinking gin and tonics!" They're chuckling as they disappear inside their respective condos to do whatever it is moms do in the bathroom.
Chubby and me unloaded the station wagon and hump everything up the steps getting overheated in the process, but a half hour after that we're all cool and comfy in our air conditioned condo. Chubby and me are preparing dinner for the four of us. The menu: spaghetti, meatballs, Italian sausages, crusty garlic bread and a salad. We made the meatballs and tomato sauce from scratch while the moms sat on kitchen bar stools watching us and drinking their gin and tonics while laughing about things they experienced on vacation. It's wonderful knowing they had a great time too; that allows Chubby and me to fully enjoy our time at the shore with a clear conscious. A little later the moms are working hard making the salad while giggling at Chubby's funny remarks insinuating they don't know lettuce from cabbage. The moms are not the greatest cooks maybe, but they're not as helpless in the kitchen as Chubby is inferring. It's fun putting the dinner together and great eating it too; the mom's had red wine with their meal, but us boys passed that up 'cause wine is vile tasting and I strongly advise against it. After eating we all pitched-in cleaning the kitchen, then we split up to get ready for our Saturday night plans. Chubby's on a double date; him and Mary Jo and another couple are going bowling and then, over to Mary Jo's pool to do whatever. The mom's have dates too; a movie and some drinks afterwards for Jake and my mom and I'm not sure what Tris and her boyfriend are doing, probably going with mom and Jake. As for me, I'm in my room with my fully charged cell phone in my hands, my heart going "bump, bump, bump" a little too quickly because I've gotta call Robby now. During that one conversation we had last week we'd agreed to go out tonight, so all the time I've been home I've been waiting and hoping Robby would make the call, but since he hasn't, I gotta do it.
I'm trying to plan how to start the conversation; practicing my opening line. When I memorize it, I take a deep breath and dial. It rang five times and my eyes are getting bigger with each ring; on Robby's cell phone calls are switched to message mode after the sixth ring! Then, "Hello! Dylan, is that you calling?" Just like that I forget what I'd practiced for my opening line, and say, too quickly, "Hi, Robby. This is Dylan and... um, I missed you so much." He says, "Me too," and we both take a deep inhale that can be heard through our cell phones' connections. Together we start to say something, then both stop at the same time. "You first, okay?" Robby says. I ask, "Can we go out tonight, Robby?" He says, "Um, well, yeah. That's what you said last week." I go, "Oh man! Yeah, that's right. Ah, where shall we go?" We bumbled along like that for a bit before deciding to meet at Parkers Park near the picnic tables. It's a stupid place to meet, but this time of night we're pretty sure to have some privacy there for our talk. Ironic we should meet there; Chubby and I have jogged about a million miles through Parkers Park; that was back during our innocent good old days before Chubby got his window washing job after which I had to do my running alone. Carl had just started fucking me at the time, then I met the Marine during a solo run and, oh my; a marathon of sexual adventures have followed.
Anyway, Robby and me have agreed on a meeting place. I clicked off my cell phone with sweaty palms wondering why in hell it was so hard making a simple decision like that? We were so formal with each other too; it wasn't natural and now I'm wondering if Robby going to dump me. He did not seem especially excited about meeting me, like he had something unpleasant to do when we met. I can't imagine what could have changed since the last time I spoke with him ten days ago... was it ten days ago already? Jesus! I don't know, the time all meshes together during vacations. I wandered into my room to put underpants on because now I'm not all that optimistic. My other earring went on along with Charlie's hat; I was already wearing Willie necklace. I thought about things, then took off the extra earring, the hat, and the necklace; I'll dress down and go for the pity pardon from Robby. Then I'm yelling in my head, "You haven't done anything wrong! It's Robby who kept secrets from you." Looking in the mirror, I ran my hand over my short buzz cut thinking it looks okay, but then I changed my t-shirt from one that read "The Double Shot... Wildwood N.J." to one that read, "Framingham High Baseball." Then, totally unsure of what to expect from Robby, out the door I go with the Jeep's keys in my hand. Damnit! I've got the wallet Willie gave me in my back pocket. Oh well, I just won't let Robby see it. I'm thinking,"What a dink you are, Dylan! Act natural, you didn't do anything wrong!" No? Then why do I feel like I did?
Starting the Jeep I begin evaluating that last thought... have I done something wrong? Have I done something that's giving me a guilty conscience and therefore making me act goofy? I guess it depends on what one means by "wrong". I'm like, "Focus goof! It's Robby who was caught doing the nasty with his own brother and his brother's freakin' boyfriend!" Yeah, that's right; Robby should have the nervous stomach, not me. The drive to Parkers Park is less than five minutes from my house so I figured I'd be the first one there, but pulling into the parking lot I see Robby's pickup; how'd he beat me here? Oh yeah, he probably didn't change clothes three times before leaving the house. Looking around I see there aren't any other vehicle in the parking lot, but there's no Robby either. Hmmm. I park and get out to stand next to the Jeep, still real jittery. Not seeing Robby behind a tree peeing or anything like that I decide to walk down the trail toward the picnic area; he's probably there. It's twilight so as soon as I turn the corner I easily see Robby; he's sitting on the bench of a picnic table at the far end of the picnic area facing away from the table, watching a couple of acrobatic squirrels chasing one another through the trees. Robby's wearing white flimsy Champion basketball shorts made out of that shimmering dazzle fabric with the side seam pockets. I know from past experience that when Robby's sitting or standing in certain ways I can see the impression of his penis in that flimsy material. One time, seeing a distinct outline of his dick through those basketball shorts I asked him if he's wearing underpants; I was seriously curious. He'd looked at me funny like, then grinned, and said, "Oh, yeah... I know what ya mean. You can see my pecker sometimes when it slips out the zipper of my undies and pushes out these cool shorts. Here, let me show you!" And we'd laughed, then I'd goosed his crotch and one thing led to another and I ended-up getting fucked really good, but that was then, and this is now.
Robby hasn't sensed I'm here; he's holding a smoldering cigarette between his thumb and index finger, the elbow of his other arm is behind him resting on the table top that he's leaning against. A too-large black cotton t-shirt hangs limply from his slim taut body as he rubs under his nose with the back of the hand that's holding the cigarette, then he takes a drag and tilts his head back to exhale the smoke. His long almost hairless legs are stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. A pair of green high-top Converse canvas sneakers on his feet, with no socks. His blond flattop hair is too long standing up off his head, the hairs on the sides come over the top of his perfectly shaped ears; he needs a haircut and I'm glad of that because I love cutting his hair. His face is nicely tanned from working outside but it still shows the blushing rosy blotches at his cheek bones. Staring at him with my lips parted, I rub my dick and gasp quietly at how good looking he is. Only two weeks since I've seen him and yet I'm still a little startled that this beautiful boy is actually my boyfriend. Perfect facial features to go with those awesome lips; lips that he now uses to drag again from his cigarette. Smoke drifts from his nose and from those bow shaped pink lips as Robby squirms on the seat pulling at the loose material at his crotch and then, finally sensing my presents, he slowly turns his head in my direction. My eyes are big as I stare frozen in place, my heart pounding, my mind wondering what his reaction to seeing me will be.
It's an immediate reaction from Robby. He flicks his cigarette in the air and yells, "Dylan!" Scrambling off the picnic table bench he runs over to me and our arms go around each other. My eyes get misty as the sides of our faces rub and our bodies meld together in a familiar manner; we fit together so well. "Dylan, Dylan!" he says in my ear, "I missed you so much!" The sides of our faces slide back slightly allowing our lips to meet and then the world stops spinning and time stands still for awhile. It's like we're in a vacuum, a low humming sound in my ears as we do a long lover's kiss. It's not at all frantic, instead it's a luscious kiss with our noses rubbing slowly together, our arms wrapped around each other, then Robby's tongue slides easily between my lips scraping my teeth as it continues on it's way to rub against my tongue in a warm, wet sexy way; my cock gets hard as Robby pulls his tongue back out to licks across my lips, then up and over the tip of my nose. Initially I'd noticed the taste of the nicotine from the cigarette Robby was smoking, but shortly it's Robby's clean crisp saliva taste that takes over; that and the erotically sexy Robby smell. I groan, murmuring "Robby, I love you," and his crotch humps against mine; his four inch boner poking that flimsy material out at the crotch hitting my boner, then presses tightly against it. Robby leans down slightly to poke his boner between my legs, hitting my scrotum, bouncing off my nuts. He moves my head so that my forehead's against his shoulder now as he licks and does little bites under my chin and then sucks on the side of my neck and, with me quietly moaning, he starts in on his hickey building. I want to do whatever Robby wants me to do so I'm docile and let him have his way. He murmurs, "Ahh, good; just like that, Dylan," and sucks on my neck while keeping the slow steady hip humping going. His hard cock poked my boner and balls here and there; his body scent an aphrodisiac as my nose rested at the crook of his neck. My arms around his waist, Robby holds my head between his hands and licks and sucks on my neck. If he were drinking my blood I wouldn't have interrupted him; this moment is too sensual and hypnotic for me to change a single thing. Robby already has me in this trance-like state of pure erotic pleasure; a feeling of weightlessness. Oh my God, how could I ever have considered living a life without Robby in it.
A few minutes of sucking, nipping, and licking my neck with our bodies seemingly one, my dick starts leaking in my pants and I definitely feel like we're floating now. With my hickey burning, Robby pulls his mouth away to whisper in my ear, wetting it, "That's a pretty good looking hickey, it'll do for now, Dylan," his tongue goes in my ear then and when he pulls it away everything has a hollow sound to it as his saliva blocks my ear drum. Robby adjusts the position of my head then and we're back to passionate kissing with my arms around Robby's neck now; both his hands massaging my buttocks. We begin French kissing, me pressing my boner against his flat taut belly. Robby licks across my lips again, then we're lapping our tongues together and he's sucking my upper lip in between his lips, then his tongue is back in my mouth and his odor is all I smell as the feelings begins building in my groin. Robby sucks my tongue and squeezes both my ass cheeks, pushing a finger against my hole. Sensations are coming on me fast, that unmistakable feeling in my balls and on both sides of my thighs around my groin, my balls are tightening up and moving up in their sack, loaded with spunk; it's almost painful, but more erotic than painful and the combination has me groaning and humping my hips, and then squealing out Robby's name as cum shoots from my boner, then another squirt with my sphincter muscle closing tightly forcing another stream of cum into my pants. I'm gasping for air, hugging Robby as he moves his face away from mine slightly, breathing heavily into my face, almost panting. A flush covers his face and a little shy grin forms on his lips as he silently mouths, "I love you so much, Dylan!" The tingling sensations are flying around my body, my cock's still quivering as I clench my teeth together and enjoy a shiver of after-shock from that awesome climax... nothing compares to a climax brought on you by someone you're deeply in love with. I've loosened my hold on him and Robby begins breathing more evenly. Another cute grin on his lips as he leans to me and lightly kisses my lips, then quietly asks, "Did it feel good, Dylan?" We're looking into each others eyes with me nodding my head up and down slowly. Robby asks, "My turn now?" exerting slight pressure on my shoulders. I kneel down in front of him still in a bit of a trance and put my face against his poking crotch; his basketball shorts are wet through with precum. My arms hugging around his thighs, I lap at the poking material and then bite the elastic waistband and pull it down under his nuts with his cock and balls slapping off my face; his boner then sticks straight out from a soft pubic patch, straight at me, and I take it inside my warm wet mouth to tongue that big-headed four inch cock. Robby's scent is all I smell down here as my nose buries in his pubes. His hands rubbing my head, running through my quarter inch hair; he's mumbling, "Ohh, yeah... oh, suck my cock, Dylan! Yeah, that feels so good!"
My hands get under his shorts and underpants in back and I push a finger against his anus while sucking and tonguing his hard wet boner. Dragging my mouth from the root of his boner up and over the head of it scraping with my teeth the whole way has Robby's making a hissing noise through his lips. I scrape his cock with my teeth three time and after the third time I suck on it with my warm wet tongue and lips and the contrast between the light scraping of my teeth and the smooth luscious feel of my tongue causes Robby's shoulders to shudder and a shiver to travel around his groin as he humps his hips, saying, "Ahhhh, oooh!" Teeth lightly scraping on a hard cock is a similar sensation to running your finger up someones spine real fast and then grabbing the back of their neck for a quick squeeze; shivers and shudders ensue. Licking his pubic hairs flat against his firm pinkish belly, then pulling two hairs from my tongue I begin licking the inside of his hairless thighs; Robby's squirming and moaning now with every lick. Wet kisses on the inside of his thighs and then lap his nuts into my mouth and suck on them with Robby squeezing my shoulders and moaning louder as his hips hump slightly dragging my head with the movements, my mouth attached to his scrotum. Pushing out his nuts and getting his boner in my mouth again gets Robby starts the hissing sound and goes up on his toes, then my finger pokes inside his ass and I begin rubbing his prostate gland; once, then twice, then a swirling motion with the pad of my finger while imitating that swirling motion with my tongue on the leaking head of his cock, Robby blows out a lot of air, grunting, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" He squeezes my shoulders tighter, goes up on his toes again, and pours his load of cum into my mouth in a long stream. It sloshes out between my lips at the corners as I'm trying to swallow that first big shot, but it's followed so quickly by a second blast of spunk it's impossible to swallow it all and some of it gets sucked up my sinuses and blows in strings out my nostrils. The last two shots of cum I swallow alright, but at the same time I'm blowing air through my nose real hard trying to clear it of Robby's cum. All this time I'm thinking, "Mmm, Robby's spunk has a subtle taste to it; it's like his scent, I can't describe it, but it's wonderful!" I lick his boner clean, then do more sucking kisses on the inside of his thighs near his bobbing cock. Robby's taking deep breaths and rubbing my buzzed hair, then he quietly says, "That was the best, Dylan! Oooh, that felt so good!" He's pulling me up and I get one last slurp of his softening cock before it slips from my mouth to drag down past my chin. What a great tasting penis. I haven't had cum blowing out my nose for quite some time; it's distressing at first although I quickly get this feeling of being saturated in Robby's cum, which is such a hot sensation and worth the initial uncomfortableness. My body's kinda limp by now; I'm spent, so Robby hugs me against him. He's helping support me with one arm around my waist while he's using his other hand to wipe cum from around my mouth. Then, after wiping his hand on the back of his shorts, he uses his thumb and index finger to squeeze my nostrils together pulling the remaining cum from my nose. One last wipe of my nose with the palm of his hand, and he gives me a long kiss on my cheek, then a soft one on my lips and we make-out for another two minutes or so before Robby goes, "Oh, Dylan, that was so awesome! I gotta sit down now though, my legs feel weak." We're only six feet from the picnic table so we stumble over to it with Robby pulling up his shorts and me still strangely silent. I'm overwhelmed, I guess. I never expected this kind of reunion, not so quickly anyway. I expected some awkward time, some initial shyness like we'd experienced on the phone, but no; Robby took over everything and we're way past shyness.
We sit next to each other, our sides touching, Robby holding both my hands in between his; he asks, "Did you miss me, Dylan?" I nod my head and say, "Yes, but ya know, I didn't realize how much until being with you tonight." He's staring into my eyes as his head moves towards me and I bend my head to his and, with him still grasping my hands between his, we make out again, Robby leading the way. His tongue is perfect, the feel of his lips on mine and the way he tastes and smells causes another hard boner in my cum soaked pants and has me squeaking little noises in my throat. Gasping for air, I pull my mouth away from his, breathlessly saying, "Robby, you never made out this hot before; I used to make you cum in your pants and now you do it to me." Left unsaid is, "How did you get so good at this?" Robby leaned back in to kiss just my lips once more, then says, "Who wouldn't want to make out with you, Dylan? I could eat you up!" and he sucks my top lip between his lips, rubbing his nose against mine, then mumbling, "You're so friggin' cute! That short buzzcut hair looks so sexy on you, Dylan. It makes you look tough; cute and tough at the same time. Awesome!" and he kisses me again. Then, letting go of my hands, he says, "Straddle the bench like this, Dylan," as he gets a leg on either side of the picnic bench seat and I do the same, facing him. Taking my hands once more he says, "I want to look you in the eyes when I tell you this. Um, ya know... you confessed about your boyfriend, Willie, to me last summer and now I need to confess something to you, but I won't do it unless you swear to me you won't dump me." Confused, I whine, "How can I swear that if I'm not sure what you're going to say?" He goes, "I need you to swear to me you won't dump me no matter what I tell you. Please swear on your solemn oath no matter what I tell you we'll still be gay boyfriends and lovers." He's so earnest, so sweet, so like the way I remember Robby being last summer when he was desperately in love with me, so innocent and perfect. Young love is a monumentally powerful thing, it takes over every pore in your body, it swells your heart and brings tears to your eyes, it causes you to forget to breath and it can make you do anything! I say, "I swear on my solemn oath... ah, what you said; no matter what, I won't drop you!"
It gets dark earlier this late in the summer and dusk is upon us. I'm still a little bit into my Robby induced trance, deeply in love with him so I really think I meant what I said about not dumping him; I totally meant it at the time! Robby licks his lips and now I see doubt in his eyes. He looks away, then back, and, taking a deep breath, he says, "Okay, first off lets get that thing with my brother and his boyfriend out of the way. Um, well... what I mean is; Dodger and I have been wicked close our entire lives. We're like identical twins in many ways." Robby lifts one of his hands to wipe his forehead which is perspiring a little; the night temperature is in the high seventies, so it is warm although I'm not perspiring. The identical twin comment made me think of Chubby and me. Robby's biting on his lower lip, then he says, "I told you a long time ago that Dodger and I whack off together at times and, well... um, it's more like we were doing it every night and sometimes, well... ah, lots of times, we do each other. That is, we jerk each other off. But I swear that's it, that and we kiss all the time, but just fast kisses. We're very close; we love each other, but we love each other like brothers love each other. In other words, we're not in love with each other." A car's headlights flashing through the trees from the parking lot interrupting Robby's train of thought. We both turn our heads and stare in the direction of the lights; the car's occupants apparently want privacy to do whatever it is they want to do. When they see our cars, they back-up and leave the way they came, and then it's kind of dark and very quiet once again.
Waiting for him to continue, I thought how Robby's hand holding reminded me briefly of Gary. Then Robby looks back from the parking lot to me, and says, "Anyway, Dylan, I stupidly never imagined Dodger could be gay and he never thought I could be either. That is, until he tricked you into telling him how you and I were boyfriends in the pool that time. Oh, and he didn't tell me about that until later. It was a couple of weeks after the Dodger pool attack on you that I bumbled into Dodger doing Vinnie. It was a long shot that I discovered them at all. What happened is this: About a month ago I was at one of my baseball games running sprints before the game when my right cleat split; the back of the shoe just split down the seam. Well, the game was at the high school so it's close enough that I could jump in my pickup and fly home to get my other pair of cleats and still make it back in time to play the game.
To make a long story short: I'm in my house, upstairs, running past Dodger's room carrying my spare cleats when I see Dodger and Vinnie doing it. I couldn't believe my eyes at first. Speechless, I pointed at Dodger, couldn't think what to say, and then just rushed back to the game. Dodger and I talked all about it later that night of course, and let me tell ya we both felt like fools for not recognizing each other's gayness months ago. In hindsight it's absurd we wouldn't realize the obvious, but we didn't, and so, it is what it is." As Robby's telling me this, I'm thinking, "This isn't much to confess really; now he'll probably tell me how he was curious about a threesome and yada, yada, yada..." Robby goes on, "One thing led to another and Dodger and I tried screwing together a couple of times and that led to us including Vinnie; you know, a threesome like I've seen on the porn sites. We both thought of you first, but I didn't want to share you with Dodger and Dodger, to be honest, didn't want to share Vinnie with me either, although, as you saw, I did eventually talk him into it. The Friday you saw us was our second time as a threesome. It's recreational, buddy sex; you know, nothing more than that."
Now I'm thinking that something doesn't add up. Pulling at the crotch of my cum soaked shorts and moving some of the wet material away from my dick, I say, "Robby, did you really think I'd dump you for this? I mean, after your explanation?" He holds up his finger like there's more to tell, but I continued, "I should tell you what mostly upset me was the thought you and Dodger were laughing at me behind my back, purposely letting me think that neither of you knew about the other. That hurt at first and made me feel like a loser, but as time went by it seemed less and less likely you guys would treat me like that so, day by day, I became less and less mad about the whole thing." He says, "No, we'd never do that to you, Dylan! And no, I didn't think you'd dump me for the threesome garage thing either, but it made me realize I need to come clean with you. I felt I should tell you what led up to the garage sex you witnessed; get it out of the way. Dodger and I respect that you kept our secret like we asked you to... you rock! Like I said, Dodger told me about that time he took you by surprise in the pool when he and I had our talk after I caught him and Vinnie. That pool deal with Dodger sounds just like something he would do too. I was mad at him and jealous at first, but I can't say I blame him for wanting to have some buddy sex with you. He thinks you're the coolest kid ever. No, it's none of that stuff. I didn't think you'd dump me for any of that." Hesitantly, I ask, "Then what?"
Robby lets go of my hands to wipe his forehead again and then he ran the fingers of both hands through his too-long, two-tone blond hair flattop, stalling for time. "Ah, well... here goes. I have a boyfriend on the side." He's not looking at me now as he quickly adds, "You know, remember way back last year I was your boyfriend on the side when you were in love with Willie? And then you fell in love with me and Willie became you're boyfriend on the side... it's like that. Ya know?" And now he's back to staring at me with a new pleading look to his eyes. I'm thinking, "I'll bet anything this so-called boyfriend-on-the-side is that goddamn Chad what's-his-name!" But, not being too sure of myself about which direction I should go with this, I skirt the issue by saying, "Willie's been away all summer; you know that, and so he can't be my boyfriend on the side." Robby's still staring at me looking guilty, he says, "I know, and that's why I didn't want to tell you about my other boyfriend. It didn't seem fair that I should have one when yours is away, ya know?" The various buddy sex I've had this summer flashes through my brain, but I ignore the flash and ask, "How'd ya meet this other kid, anyway?" Robby answers my question with a question, "Do I absolutely have to tell you who he is? Please, can't we just keep his name out of this?" "No, we can't!" was my quick retort. Then, feeling jealousy's fury, I add, "Who is it and how long has this romantic cheating been going on?" But, as soon as I asked that stupid interrogational question I felt bad because of all my aforementioned buddy sex activities. Regaining some composure and to make up for snapping at him, I quickly and quietly follow up, saying, "Oh man! I'm sorry, Robby. I didn't mean to come across like that." I take his hand now, and say, "I think we should include his name though. Don't ya think that'd be fair? You know my boyfriend's name and, anyway, we shouldn't have secrets from each other." I know, I know! I have a few secrets myself; that last thing about secrets just slipped out. Robby's biting his bottom lip looking up into the night sky so I squeeze his hand, and quietly say, "It's okay, Robby, who is it?" He looks back at me now and says right out, "It's Chad Bundy. His father's going into business with dad; Chad and his brother came over for a swim last May and I fell for him. He reminded me of you in some ways." I'm nodding my head thinking, "That sucks! He thinks I'm like Chad?!" Robby asks, "Don't ya think he's cute?" I remember Robby mentioning that the first day Chad was on the job. He'd said, "and he's wicked cute too. Don't ya think?" I remember it like it was yesterday. I also remember what Chad had said earlier that day; it was after he'd told me he was gay. When I'd started to say something about Robby being straight or some such thing, Chad said, "Oh, I'm not asking about Robby because I already know he's..." and his sentence was cut-off by the work bell and all of us running to the trucks to load up. Was he going to out Robby just like that? I'll never know, I guess.
Frankly, I'd have been surprised if it was anyone except Chad, but it still has me irrationally pissed-off even though I've promised myself to be fair and open-minded. It's probably Chad himself who gets me pissed off, just the idea of him, and not just because he's getting fucked by my boyfriend either; it's because he's an arrogant jackass. I gotta believe this clean-cut image of Robby, the goody-two-shoe 'gosh gee!' Robby, is getting a bit tarnished too. He's been fucking Chad all summer and lately fucking his own brother too, and his brother's boyfriend, for that matter. Maybe I ain't so bad after all, or maybe we both ain't so good. More likely we're just doing what any gay eighteen year old boy would do if he has the chance! Getting up from the picnic table, I say, "Let's walk a little bit and have a smoke, I'm uncomfortable sitting here in these wet pants," and I sort of force out a chuckle about my cum soaked pants as I'm talking, hoping to give the impression I'm not up tight about all this. I shake a Marlboro Light out of my pack and hold it out to Robby, who offhandedly says, "No thanks, Dylan. I've switched to Salem lights. You know, 'Sail 'em, don't inhale 'em!'" No more chuckling from me, I'm like, "What the fuck? What's that mean? 'sail 'em or whatever you said?" Robby's taking a cigarette out of his pack, not so offhand now, saying, "I don't know; it's what Chad always says. He got it from his father or something." Robby obviously wishes he hadn't brought this topic up... me too. I incredulously ask, "He made you switch cigarette brands?" Robby frowns and mumbles, "I'm just trying them, they're menthol and Chad's just started smoking them too so we're, you know, kinda doing it together... or something." Sounds like a crock of shit to me. We both light up with the green fires of jealousy burning in my brain, but at the same time I'm scolding myself silently for letting jealousy cloud by common sense. We drag on our cigarettes, exhaling away from each other; we used to blow smoke in each other's faces just to goof on each other, but neither of us feels like goofing around at the moment.
Slowly walking toward the trail and, keeping my tone pleasant, I ask, "Um, Robby... ah, what do you and Chad do? I mean, do you make out like you and me or what?" Robby takes a big drag and while exhaling, he answers my question with another question of his own, "Ah, should we be talking about stuff like that? I mean, I never asked what you and Willie did 'cause I figured it's a private matter." How to respond to that? I hear another car pulling into the parking lot, and then going right back out. Our parked cars must be what's chasing would be lovers to other locations. Robby, seeing me pull at the wet material of my shorts, says, "I think I have some shorts in the back seat of my pickup. I wore them at work yesterday, but at least they're dry. Ya wanna wear them?" I'm still thinking about his remark concerning the privacy issue, and this'll gives me time to think, so I say, "Yeah, let's have a look at those shorts," and we turn around to walk back to his truck. Robby rustles in the truck before coming up with a pair of wrinkled shorts which he shakes out, then smells and says, "They don't stink, Dylan, they're just a little wrinkled." I'm stepping out of my shorts and underpants right in front of Robby who hands me his old shorts which I pull on. Scratchy without underpants, but far better than my wet ones. Putting my cum soaked shorts in the Jeep, I say, "Thanks, Robby! This is better. Now we can take our walk."
We're walking away from the parking lot and it's pretty dark and hard to see, but I know the trail very well from all the times I jogged it; the moon's providing all the light we'll need. We're smoking in silence as I contemplate Robby's private comment and the truth is, I'm letting myself get pissed-off again which is just wrong. Still keeping my voice artificially pleasant, I say, "Well, ya know... um, like I said, why should anything be private between us, Robby? Anyway, it's no secret what Willie and I do; we do everything pretty much the same way you and me do it; all the different things you and me do is what Willie and I do except I'm in love with you, and I'm not in love with him." Robby takes a big inhale, and then exhales the smoke in an exaggerated manner giving me the thought that, "Hey, maybe I'm not the only one controlling his temper!" Robby says, "Okay, so you're the bottom for Willie like you are for me, right? You act submissive to Willie's dominant sex role, is that what you're saying? That's what you mean, right?" He's talking like he's pissed off now and the thought that maybe Robby's as jealous of Willie as I am of Chad; funny how I never gave that any thought before Robby got his own boyfriend on the side. To Robby's description of my submissiveness to Willie, I mumble, "Something like that." Robby says, "Okay then, we know that much. And I know he gives you hickeys because I've seen them; it's what got me started giving them to you too." After he said that he unconsciously touches his neck and I see the remnants of a hickey there. Well I'll be a son of a bitch! Now the jealousy is like a green fog in my head! Plus, I'm still not too happy about the way Robby characterized my relationship with Willie either, and the thought of Chad giving my boyfriend hickeys is the straw that breaks the camel's friggin' back! In a challenging manner, I interrogate Robby again, "Is Chad fucking you and giving you hickeys?" In the moonlight I can make out Robby nodding his head up and down, then he says, as if it should have been understood from the beginning, "Yeah, he's the dominant sex partner. Couldn't ya sort of tell that from just meeting him?" I go, "Robby, you've taken over that role in our sex life, so how come it's different with what's-his-name?" He says, "With you I'm dominant, Dylan, because you like it that way and I love it that way too! But with Chad, well, he don't give me a choice, ya know?" I snap, "This sucks! Chad sucks! And, I'm not going to be your boyfriend-on-the-side with him being the dominant boyfriend! No fucking way!" Robby's like, "What?" I start walking back down the trail with Robby coming up and grabbing my arm, "Wait Dylan. Wait! Please, it's not like that at all! You're my true love, Dylan. I'll give up Chad in a minute if you want me to. I'm in love with you. I just sort of followed your lead. You had Willie and it seems cool, so when Chad dropped in out of nowhere I sort of got enamored of him." Robby is so concerned looking, that pleading look in his eyes again; the last summer look. When he said "enamored" he stopped cold; frowning, he asks, "And, ah.. oh... is that even a word, Dylan?" I'm trying to remain pissed off, but couldn't stop myself from blurting out a chuckle because, all of a sudden, Robby seems so vulnerable again; as I said, like he used to be in our early days together. Also, him using, and then innocently asking if 'enamored' is even a word struck me as funny; maybe because I thought of Chubby's vocabulary game and how silly that is. When I chuckled, Robby smiled, relaxed a little like everything is going to be okay, and rubbed my hair, saying, "Really, is it a word? You're the brainiac in English, I don't know if it's a real word or not!" I go, "I don't fucking know for sure, but it sure sounds right." This little incident helped us lighten up the mood considerably and thank God for that; I was being ridiculously unfair.
Seemingly happy to get off the topic of Chad Bundy, Robby hesitantly asks, "How do you think I'd look with a haircut like yours?" I go, "No way, dude. This is too short, but you do need a haircut. Actually I can't wait for mine to grow in long enough to have a flattop like yours." He says, " Oh, we can have the same haircuts again and guys at work can call us the Bobbsey twins like they used to; remember?" I chuckle again, and say, "Oh yeah, the good old days of last summer," but what I was silently thinking was, "Hmmm, I better hold off on a haircut commitment 'cause Willie insist on choosing my haircut style." Avoiding further comment on me and flattops, I say, "Your hair's long enough to comb over now, " he goes, "Yeah, but I like my flattop; I'm used to it after all this time. Remember I got this flattop to be like you?" I nod my head thinking about Chad getting his to be like Robby and how stupid I thought that was. Wonder why I didn't think it was stupid that Robby wanted a haircut like mine? I ruffled Robby's silky hair, and he says, "I waited for you to get back for a haircut 'cause I love having you cut my hair. Remember when you shampooed it and gave me a massage and everything that time? I almost spunked in my pants." Robby was sort of rubbing my shoulder when he said that; we like to touch each other. I go, "Oh yeah, that was fun, Robby." We start walking again and I put my arm around Robby's neck like Gary did to me on the beach; Robby's grinning and he does the same thing with his arm around my neck and we walk down the trail in the dark like that; like two seven year olds. Turning our heads to look at each other we get that look in our eyes, slow up, then stop to face each other and begin another two minute sloppy make-out. Pulling my head away, needing to breath, I say, "I'm sorry I was snippy back there." Robby goes, "Snippy? You never use words like, snippy. Ha ha!" Then seemingly like we'd read each other's minds, we turn around together and head back to the parking lot, walking close together but keeping our arms to ourselves maybe feeling a little self conscious as though we're been over doing it a little. I say, "Did I actually say snippy?" and we chuckle, bumping together again. I laugh at our behavior, we've been all over the place tonight; from lovers to suspicious to jealous to whatever. I say, "Ya think we may be over-doing this lovey-dovey stuff just a tad?" Robby's like, "No, I don't!" and we both laugh 'cause we do like being affectionate; even if it is over the top.
I can see the parking lot through the trees now as I'm thinking about the opening Robby gave me a minute ago when he'd mentioned the guys at work. I might as well get this over with too. I say, "Um, Robby, can we stop again for a second? I need to tell ya something that might piss you off?" Robby sounds concerned and hesitant, "Sure, what is it, Dylan?" I put a hand on his shoulder and squeeze, then say, "Don't be mad at me, but I'm not coming back to work. It's not just the Chad thing, although that would be uber awkward, it's that I just need the time off. A couple of weeks of doing nothing before college starts sounds really good to me; a lot of stuff happened this summer and some down- time is what I need." Robby's quiet for a few seconds, then asks, "You sure, Dylan?" I nod that I am and Robby looks relieved. He says, "Ya know, it's probably a good thing because even when I'm on the job I can't spend much time with you, although I do love seeing your face everyday... your ass too, for that matter." I mumble, "Yeah, I noticed that. I mean about you not spending much time with me, not the other things." Robby says, "Me being a supervisor changes the opportunities for you and me to, you know... do the stuff we could do last year. Not only that but I'll be away half the time from now to the end of the summer. There's a three day seminar on landscape design in Boston next week and the week after that I'll be in New Jersey for a four day course on, of all things, landscape waterfalls. Chad will be running the crew so it's a load off my mind, to be honest with you, that you won't need to endure that potentially humiliating situation." He seems so sincere and sweet, we smile at each other, and I ask, "So, you're not mad; you're glad I'm quitting!" he's being playful when he says, "Yeah, mostly because I won't have to worry you'll win Chad over while I'm away and I'll come back to find him following you around like he's your puppy dog; the way I did last summer." He was kidding, I think. We bumped our sides against one another and he told me how he's being promoted to landscape design next year and Chad will be the permanent supervisor on this grass cutting crew. Chad isn't going to college. He's working full time at a trade to get experience for eventually working for his father; same for Chad's brother. All I could think of was, "Guess I won't be cutting grass for Dickers Landscape and Design company next summer!" Robby was upbeat when saying, "Oh, I didn't tell you this; I got a try-out for Merimack's freshman baseball team too, so that's another reason I won't be around too much the next two weeks. But here's the really great thing: it won't be long before we'll be living together at college, Dylan! Won't that be awesome, it'll make up for our lost time together. I can't wait for that!" Me either, except what are the sleeping arrangements going to be, and what about Connor... and what about Gary? And then there's always the unpredictable Willie in the mix; should be fun!
We start walking again with both me and Robby relieved at this latest development. Not only isn't he upset with me for quitting, it's in both our best interest. Plus, I really do want the time off! I didn't need to spend much of my money at the shore because we mostly spent the stolen money, so I'm good with money. Also something is obvious, although Robby's been a little unsure of himself tonight, the reality is that Robby has become more of the dominant figure for the two of us, sexually; it started slowly months ago and that's changed things, and now with Chad in the picture I have to wonder what additional changes that will bring. For now though, forget about Chad; Robby and I are in a good place with each other. Back at the parking lot, Robby says, "Let's get a Dairy Queen. Ya wanna?" I say, "Okay, but just so I'm sure I got things in perspective, tell me again how you feel about me compared to how you feel about Chad." Robby smirks, and says, "Is someone acting a little jealous?" I say, "Just me, and it ain't a little." He gets serious and says, "I'm in love with you forever, Dylan. Chad's just some hot sex on the side, but sex with you is at least twice as hot as it is with him and as for the romantic part, there's no comparison. Do you want me to dump him?" Well, I'd like him to but then I'd need to dump Willie and I'm not ready to do that yet. Plus, there's the little matter of my other buddy sex on-the-side that we've not discussed; we haven't discussed it because he's unaware of it and I'm still not sure what to do about that. So, everything considered, and feeling a little guilty and therefore a little nervous, I talk too fast, babbling, "No, don't dump him on my account. You're right, it's your business, not mine. You and me can have sort of an open relationship; that is until we're mature enough to be true to only each other. Let's see, then we'll be like married or something and, actually, we can get married in this state although I'm not sure if we'd still be legally married if we move to another state." Robby's kind of laughing when he says, "Jeez, such a comprehensive answer... a simple 'no, would have been fine." Matching the playfulness of Robby's response, I say, "That Chad whats-his-name is a bad influence on you, Robby! You never used to be flipped." With a cute grin, he says, "Oh, I thought I learned that from you," and we kiss again. After that I ask, "Did you learn to kiss this good from that tramp, Chad?" Robby goes, "Yep! See you at the Dairy Queen!"
Robby's pickup pulls out first with me following in the Jeep, wondering, "Did we settle everything? It seems like stuffs still floating around that we haven't gotten too yet." We've settled on being boyfriends in love, both with acknowledged sex-buddies on the side. What could possibly go wrong in that kind of a relationship?! Robby drives through a yellow light, but I need to stop at the red. It gives me more time to consider how I feel about that Chad creep fucking my boyfriend. And does he use a condom? I gotta check on that with Robby, but also... why do I always need to be the bottom? What's up with that? A few loose ends to talk about; maybe that's what's giving me this feeling that there's stuff still floating around, but I definitely believe everything Robby told me. And then I checked myself to see if I really do believe him or if it's just that I want to believe him so badly. Hmmm, it's both. I feel sure he's not lying to me and I don't think he's purposely holding back anything although there may be some things that he doesn't feel are important that I might feel are important. We need to talk about him and me some more, but this is a really good start.
Pulling up to the Dairy Queen in my Jeep I see there's a lot of kids milling around, like always. Mary Jo's crowd hangs out here a lot but she's bowling with Chubby tonight. Uh oh, there's Robby's pickup and he's still in it talking with, of all people, meeping Chad! God damnit! This is too soon to be dealing with him, but I can't just leave. And did Robby know Chad was going to be here? Damn, I hope not! Okay, I'll park the Jeep and be cool. I've reconsidered the situation 'cause it's not as if Robby's tom-catting around; Robby's only sharing sex with Chad, his brother Dodger, and the two threesomes with Dodger and his boyfriend, Vinnie... and that's it; well, plus me, of course. Jesus though, just now thinking about Robby and Dodger doing it and all of a sudden my dick started moving: brother sex! It's like when Chubby and me do it, only with real blood-relative-brothers. Then I recall the scene of Robby fucking Dodger live in the garage and it got me groping at Robby's shorts, the ones I'm wearing, not the ones he's wearing. Ha! Okay, that's the right frame of mind! I park the Jeep across the street and get out; to be cool I light a cigarette while walking over to Robby's pickup and with a forced grin on my face, I yell over, "Yo, Chad, good ta see ya, dude." I could tell he was expecting me from the way he said, "Oh my, if it isn't Dylan Newman. How the meep are ya?" He didn't say it in a friendly way and he said it before he'd turned completely around to see me. Robby obviously told him I was coming. Chad's flattop mimicked Robby's in that it's blond and needs cutting; I'll pass on the opportunity to do that haircut, thank you very much. I gotta admit Chad's a damn good-looking kid though. Slim, long legged, real boyish looking kid with sexy-hot green eyes that catch your attention right off the bat. He's wearing one of those sleeveless t-shirts I think look so sexy on certain boys; he was wearing one the first time I met him and he happens to be one of the boys it looks especially sexy on too. His shorts tonight aren't gym shorts, but his thin hairless legs looked just as long coming out of the cargo shorts as they did that first morning I spotted him and his brother sitting there in gym shorts with their legs crossed in that slightly sissy manner; the back of one knee hanging from the top of the other. Chad looks younger than eighteen too and again I feel the twinge of jealousy from the way Robby's staring at him. Chad and I didn't do the normal guy thing of a quick handshake, hug, and pat on the back; we did more of a dismissive wave at each other. We're acting a little awkward; it's an uncomfortable situation frankly, but like I said, Chad looks good close up like this. The major problem with Chad, other than he's Robby's boyfriend, is that he has a combative personality; he's not nice to anyone I've seen him interact with except Robby.
Robby takes a big breath and gets out of the pickup, saying, "Dylan, I just told Chad about us so he's being a little rude at the moment." Chad goes, "Yeah, meeping forgive me if I'm not feeling real happy about being bitch slapped by my boyfriend here." He turns to Robby then, and asks, "Or aren't we boyfriends anymore, Rob?" Robby says, "You're acting like a jerk, Chad. I told you from the start I have a boyfriend, you're the one who calls you and me boyfriends and in a way we are; we're just not in-love boyfriends like me and Dylan. That's the difference." Chad spits out, "What if I thought you and me were in love? Huh? Or what if I'm in love with you, Rob? What should I call myself then?" Strangely, I kinda felt bad for Chad 'cause he probably feels like he just got dumped or demoted or something that's not good; something like he said, bitch slapped. A shame, really. Robby puts his hand on Chad's shoulder and quietly says, "You're my boyfriend too, I just meeping told you that." Chad shrugs his shoulder away from Robby's hand, and says, "Oh, I'm your boyfriend when you need to get fucked real good since your so-called in-love boyfriend can't fuck worth a shit! Is that it? When you're horny you call me in to scratch your itch, but when you want to be romantic or ya wanna stick that little dick of yours up someone's ass you call your in-love boyfriend for that; he'll bend over for you any time you snap your fingers. How many other boys are you stringing along, Rob?" Robby's pissed, he snarls, "I never said Dylan can't fuck! You lie! And, I don't have any other boyfriends; you two are the only ones I've ever had." Chad frowns, then looks at me with contempt, and says, "I'd never have picked you to be Rob's mysterious secret boyfriend. Are you sure you're even gay? On the job I thought you were just a nosey wiseass prick!" Staring into his eyes, I slowly say, "How'd you like me to knock a few of your teeth down your throat? Huh?" Taking a step towards him gets Robby stepping between Chad and me, saying, "This is stupid! Chad, I already told you that our relationship hasn't changed. It's just like it's been all summer except everything is out in the open now. What's that called, Dylan? Transparency?" I shrug like, "How the hell do I know?" and Robby finishes with, "Anyway, let's act our age here. And Dylan, don't always be so ready to start a fight; I like Chad's teeth just the way they are," and he hugged Chad's shoulders which Chad let him do this time. Chad actually leaned into Robby, saying, "Yeah Rob, you're right. My feelings are hurt, that's what it is. You and me will work it out; sorry I lost it there for a minute. My bad! I'll call ya later tonight or tomorrow, okay?" Robby says, "Absolutely. Would you two shake hands at least." Chad, to his credit, holds out his hand and we do a quick one-pump handshake. Chad says to Robby, "I should be joining my homeboys over there anyway." He nods at me, then leans in to whisper something to Robby who mumbles, "You're probably right, I screwed it up. Talk to ya later." The sides of their faces touched and my jealous streak flared bright green, but I said nothing.
Chad walked away without looking back. He joined two kids sitting on the bumper of an old shitbox car, smoking. One of the kids was real gay looking with painted fingernails, long hair dyed purple and wearing what looked like a girl's blouse and tiny shorts that reminded me of Chad's shorty-shorts that first day at work. Robby says, "Chad whispered to me that I should have waited to tell him about you and me. Tell him when he and I could have talked it out alone. I think he's right, but I wanted to clear my conscience with both of you. Are you pissed off at me; how do you feel about this whole mess?" Taking a humorous approach, I go, "I can't fuck worth a shit? Is that what you say about me?" Robby knows I'm kidding around; he says, "Well, you're okay but you're no Chad Bundy." I go, "This is a fake grin on my face, by the way." Robby smiles at that, and then looks serious when he asks, "You and I are straight with all this, right? I've admitted to having a boyfriend on the side which means I'll be splitting myself between you two at times. We understand each other, Dylan? We're good with this?" Jeez, when he puts it that way, I kinda want to rebel somehow, but what can I say. Robby's giving me a little of my own behavior back at me and I gotta swallow it because I love this boy something terrible! So, I say, "I understand, Robby. I'm good with 'cause I love you too much not to accept what I can get of you." He says, "It'll be okay, Dylan. I'll be with you much more than I'll be with Chad, I just want you to know that there will be times I'm gonna be with him. I'm in love with you so much it's hard to explain, but Chad is a hell of a sexy thing and I really like being with him too." I look away, then look him in the eyes and surrender, "I know, Robby... I'm okay with it." He gets an arm around my neck and playfully pulls be against him, then, raises his eyebrows like he just got a great idea, and says, "How about we go some place where I can remind you how good a fuck I put on your ass. You up for that?" Robby was acting more like his confident self again. Earlier it was more like he wasn't so sure of himself and he was acting more like the Robby of last summer which I gotta admit is the one I fell in love with, but this version is pretty good too. Very few things in life stay the same and teenagers especially are always evolving. I say, "You gonna spank my ass and then fuck it and then make me suck your cock clean?" He goes, "Yep!" and I go, "Goody!"
First though, we stood in line for vanilla soft serve cones and while we're eating them, I go, "Obviously there's no way this is real ice cream, so what is this cold concoction in our cones?" Robby takes a exaggerated luscious long lick of the vanilla soft serve; he's got the sexiest tongue in the world. He says, "Damn if I know. I've often wondered that myself; tastes good though," and his beautiful pink tongue lapped up the side of that soft serve again coming away with a tongue full of creamy white stuff making my cock move in my pants. Robby had gained a lot of his confidence back by now and proved it a few times by the way he said stuff, and the things he said. It was giving me a hard-on. Then, finished our cones, standing together, we discussed where would be the best place for Robby to give my ass a good fucking, then I say, "No, wait!" and, hitting my forehead with my open hand, I go, "Duh! What am I thinking, Robby? We can use my condo; everyone's out tonight doing different stuff till much later!" Robby's like, "Oooh, in your bed, yes!" I say, "It's my bed, but I haven't slept in it for the past two weeks." He's like, "Yeah, but it's where you usually sleep and it'll be sooo sexy to fuck you there. Come on, let's go, I'll race ya!" We're excited now as we head for our cars.
We'd both had good climaxes about an hour ago, but we're eighteen years old for Christ sakes and we've got reserve spunk when we need to tap into it. In the Jeep's drivers seat I get this real squirmy feeling in my groin just thinking about Robby's dick inside my body again; yeah, I like to bottom best! Especially for Robby! Groping myself while starting the Jeep, I thought back to a few minutes ago and the way Robby was looking real confident and even a little smug. We'd been quietly finishing the cones when he squeezed the back of my neck pulling my head over a bit, asking, "You hot for me, Dylan?" He'd obviously gotten all his confidence back by sorting out his two boyfriends; got us thinking and doing things his way. I'd nodded my head at his question about me being hot for him; I was hot from the anticipation of things to come. Ya know, actually I wish I could be a little cooler about things like this, but damn, Robby really does have me hot for him and it's been over two weeks since he's fucked me so I'm like a kid on Christmas morning wanting my gifts. It's one thing to cum in my pants from making-out and quite another thing to have my spunk fucked out of me. It was just a few minutes ago that I'd bit my lip trying not to gush over Robby. He was acting his confident way again and I could tell he was really happy about the way things worked out between him, me and Chad. He had things pretty much the way he wants them and I'm kind of proud of him for handling it straight-up, coming right out with the way things are and the way they're going to be, so I gushed over him a little, "You're so sexy, Robby... Um, I could never dump you and I hope you never dump me." He'd tilted his head to the side a little and, with a wicked cute grin, and in just a slightly arrogant way, he'd said, "You be a good boy and maybe I won't need to dump ya, okay? Can you be good?" I can't believe I'd almost said, "Yes, I'll be good, Robby." I barely contained myself; I wanted to be submissive to him so badly. It's amazing how helpless I get around a cute boy who a little dominant; especially when I'm in love with him. Robby's playing everything perfectly at the moment.
Driving to my house I actually gasped twice with twitches in my balls just from thinking about that little dominance game Robby pulled on me while we were licking our cones,; him talking about me being a good boy and all. It makes me think of Willie who I haven't seen in almost four months; nobody can do the sweet dominant routine on me like Willie can, and I still love him too. Oh, I'm not in love with him anymore although I was for the longest time; now I just love him as a friend and sex-buddy. He's really cute in his unique way though, plus there's that eight inch cock of his and his bossy manner with me; it all combines to get my balls shrinking and moving to the top of their sack while my dick gets as hard as a steel rod; it's sexy and awesome. Then I tell myself, "Oh my God, calm down, Dylan! Use your energy to concentrate on Robby and the great sex he's going to put on your ass!" Anyway, Willie may never even call me again. Nah, Willie's in love with me, he'll call.
Robby beat me to my house; that boy drives too fast. He's sitting on the top step smoking one of his yucky menthol cigarettes; when did he start smoking so much anyway? Was he smoking this much two weeks ago? Hell, I saw so little of him the month or so before I left for vacation I can't recall. He yells down the steps, "What took ya so long, Dylan?" I come charging up the steps and surprise him by getting him in a headlock, saying, "You're smoking too much! Is it because I wasn't here for you to snap your fingers at?" He's holding me around my waist with one arm and keeping the other arm away so the cigarette doesn't burn one of us. He says, "Oh, I'm smoking too much for sure! It's these menthols, there addictive! But, what's this? You say you were away someplace? Really? For how long?" I say, "That's so funny", then pressing my face against the top of his head I inhale his wonderful aroma and then kiss the top of his head feeling his thick flattop hair on my cheeks; his hairs are fine and silky but there's so many of them packed tightly together they create a thick silky mat. What a perfect specimen of a boy Robby is and I get to have most of him; Chad gets leftovers. That's how I interpreted what Robby was explaining to me. I kiss the side of his head again because, what the hell, no one can tell I'm kissing him; it looks like we're wrestling. Robby struggles to get free but I won't let him go until he says, "I fucking give already!" Letting go of his neck then, I say, "You smell so awesomely sexy it's sick, dude! How do you manage that?" He's dragging on his cigarette looking quizzical, exhaling the smoke and then smelling the back of his wrist, he says, "That's funny, I can't smell myself, but to me you're the one who smells awesomely sexy." I go, "Hmmm, convenient, huh? We were made for each other, Robby." Robby steps on his cigarette butt and gets serious, "Dylan, I hope you mean that! I get dizzy sometimes just thinking about you. So dizzy with desire for you I embarrass myself." Then he squeezes my shoulder and, looking me in the eyes, says, "Now get your bubble-butt ass inside the house and get those clothes off 'cause I'm gonna fuck you till you can't even remember your boyfriend-on-the-side's name!" I gulped, grabbed my crotch and croaked, "Jesus, Robby! You're really doing it right!" He says, "Get moving," and then hugs be back into him like we're still wrestling and whispers in my ear, "I forbid you to go on any more vacations! It's too hard on me when you're away!" I want him to kiss me on the lips so badly, but not right here. Up against Robby like this, I can feel his heart beating and it's beating faster than normal, just like mine....
to be continued.... Epilogue Part 2 in your email soon.
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