DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME
Chapter 7
By Donny Mumford
Chubby's over at the pool watching Robby test the pool water with a device of some kind. Frank Denton, who we just met this afternoon playing basketball at the high school, is standing next to me on the patio gazing around, then he goes, "Rob's got a sweet set-up back here." I nod my head, "Yeah, he's only guy I know with a backyard pool." I'm still trying to get my head around the ginormous coincidence of Frank being Carl Denton's cousin. It pisses me off that he heard Carl talking about me being schooled by fat Carl about gay sex as a submissive boy. I'd like to be blasé about it, but curiosity gets the best of me and I ask, "What'd you hear Carl say about me?" He goes, "First of all, both Carl and Larry are assholes. Let's get that straight. I never see either one of them except once a year at our big family reunion." I nod my head, "Un huh, so Carl was talking to Larry when you overheard him mention me." I light a cigarette as Frank says, "Yeah, it was Carl who was talking to Larry. Um, can I bum a smoke off you?" I pass him my lit one and light another one for myself.
He takes drag, then says, "Carl was telling Larry there's this kid, meaning you, that Larry needs to meet." I ask, "That's all?" Frank shrugs, "No, Carl told Larry he's teaching you about; you know, sex and stuff. That you have a crush on him or something, and that basically you do whatever the hell he tells you to do. I was interested and looked you up online, then looked for you in person at school. As a freshman I was curious about my own sexuality, and Dude, was I ever floored when I saw how hot and good looking you are. It's like: why would you have anything to do with my obnoxious cousin?"
This is creeping me out so much I don't know what to say. When I don't say anything, Frank quietly adds, "Listen, Dylan, I'm not being judgmental or anything. Back then I thought I might be gay myself so naturally hearing Carl mentioning that you had this mad crush on him was like, um, really intriguing to me. When I saw you online I thought there must be another Dylan Newman because you're so, ya know, attractive and all. A guy having a crush on another guy and doing sex with him; whatever Carl wanted to do to you.
Mostly I couldn't imagine what you saw in him. He was gross looking back then, and fat with acne and BO and all." This is humiliating! Glancing over at Frankie to see if he's mocking me, I finally manage to say, "Yeah, well, I basically didn't know what I was doing back then."
He quietly smokes his cigarette, then wistfully goes, "Gayness sort of runs in my family." I mumble, "Oh yeah?" and he says, "Yeah, there's Carl and Larry, who have been openly gay as long as I can remember. Then one of my unmarried uncles is gay and another cousin, Shirley, is too. She's a dyke, plus I'm suspicious of a couple of others who I think are at least bisexual.
Then there's me." I've got nothing to say to that, and my silence apparently makes Frank uncomfortable, so he starts talking again, "There are four aunts and uncles on my mother's side of the family and six on my father's side. At family reunions there's like seventy fucking people. Yeah, lots of Denton's, but the female Denton's marry so it's not like everyone's a Denton. Ya know because when they get married their last name..." He peters-out and doesn't finish the sentence, then takes a big drag off his cigarette.
I don't know him well enough to ask him details about when or how he discovered he's gay. Everyone has a story to tell. Maybe I'll hear his if I get to know him better. I'm smelling the back of my hand with neither of us saying anything for like an hour. It seemed like an hour, but it was probably closer to thirty-seconds. Frank finally says, "I hope you're not pissed-off at me for telling you all this shit." I shake my head and manage to mumble, "Nah, why would I be pissed-off at you! It's just that back then it was a bullshit time for me and its unpleasant thinking about it. I try not to.
Carl showed me what I should have already known. You know, that I was, that I am gay. Mostly he raped me, but I didn't put up much of a fight. No, that's not right. Not rape so much as he took advantage of my innocence, but let 's not talk about this anymore, okay?" He exhales a long stream of smoke, muttering, "Okay." Frank doesn't look remotely like fat Carl. Actually the last time I saw fat Carl he wasn't fat. He was kinda hot actually, except of course for the fact he's a disgusting human being.
Robby calls over to us, "Chlorine/Bromine, pH, and Alkalinity are all well within a safe range." I call back, "Are you sure?" He takes me seriously, and says, "I'll test another strip." Frank grins, "He thought you were serious." I go, "Rob's awesomely conscientious about everything." He mumbles, "You two are like, um, perfect together. I'm seriously jealous." To be sure I heard him correctly, I ask, "And you're gay too, huh?" and he goes, "Yeah, I guess. I'm attracted to other males so I think that makes me gay, and I've been with two guys so that sort of nails it down... I'm gay." I ask, "Do you like girls too?" and he says, "Yeah, but not for sex." I'd like to know how much sex he's had with those two guys, but I won't ask because of what I said earlier about not knowing him nearly well enough. Also, asking him about his sex life could easily be misconstrued by him as a come-on from me when actually I'm just nosey. I also resist asking him what Carl's up to now, although I am curious. I'd feel better knowing Carl's in Australia or someplace like that. When Willie and I saw him that last time he was actually kind of good looking. Still the same old bully of a prick though, and we had to fight our way out of his back yard.
"It tested good again, Dylan," from Robby, as Chubby says, "Stop breaking Rob's balls, Dylan. The pool's fine." Determined to shake off the negativity associated with the trip down Carl Denton memory lane, I walk over to the pool with Frank following me. Putting my arm around Robby's waist, I say, "I was teasing you, Rob. Whatever you said about pH and chlorine is good enough for me." He goes, "I knew you were kidding," then he pushes me sending me tumbling into the pool with my arms pin wheeling. My awkward landing sends a big splash of water onto the bystanders. After swallowing some water, then coming up for air I see Robby and Chubby doing cannon balls close to me. Floating away from them, I yell, "C'mon in, Frankie!" He jumps in and doggy paddles over to the side near me. I'm like, "Don't ya know how to swim?" He shakes his head, "Nope! I never learned." Robby and Chubby are dunking each other as I quietly say, "Let's keep this between you and me, okay?"
He looks confused, "You mean don't tell them I can't swim?" I shake my head, "No! All that shit about Carl and Larry. Keep that between you and me.
Its way past embarrassing for me and I never really told anybody about it."
He nods his head looking serious, "Sure, Dylan, I won't mention it to anyone." I reach out and grab a floating raft, then push it towards Frank, "Here hang onto this and kick your feet in the water to get around."
If Chubby had known the whole story about Carl he would have gone ballistic; not on me, on Carl. It also would have been embarrassing and humiliating if Chubby knew, but that's not the main reason I didn't tell him. Fact is I didn't want to stop seeing Carl even though he treated me like shit. Our relationship wasn't as sick as Ryan has had with two or three dominant assholes, but it was something like that. After no sex for seventeen years I couldn't get enough of it once Carl broke me in, so to speak. I was nagging him for it so much he kind of lost interest in me. It's like a bully losing interest when the nerd he's picking on starts liking it. What fun is that for the bully if his victim likes being picked on? What really saved me though was Willie.
When I met Willie he treated me like I was special and I discovered a much more enjoyable way of experiencing sex. Carl was always dominant to me.
Well, he was older and infinitely more experienced in sexual matters of the gay variety so naturally I adopted a submissive role as the pupil. That carried over to my relationship with Willie to some degree because I thought that's how I was supposed to act. Willie really liked me being submissive to him. It was a brand new experience for him, so my first two sex partners were dominant and that programmed my brain to associate the thrill of gay sex with being submissive, hence my interest in sub/dom sex to this very day.
I'm not saying I didn't have a predisposition for being submissive during sex, just that Carl exploited that tendency in me and it solidified in my brain. Willie picked up on it and somewhat expanded that tendency into everyday life. The difference between Willie's dominance and Carl's was like night and day though. Willie really cared about me where Carl felt very superior and had contempt for me more than anything else.
Willie did partially succeed in being a bossily-dominant leader for us even after sex, but it only worked for me a day or two at most. After that I didn't want to play and Willie would drop it, and then try again later. He thought he was in love with me too, but in reality it was more like the love you have for your favorite pet. Still, I had a lot of awesome times with him, learned a lot from him too and I'm very fond of him to this day.
Willie's always been confused and misguided in many ways. Nice that he seems to be working at becoming a better person as he gets older. As I said, a sub/dom experience with Willie got old after a day or two, but I believe a sub/dom life style with Ryan would have been very acceptable to me except I have an even better lover in Robby. Ryan loves me for real though, and he's come to respect the boundaries I established submissiveness-wise. A life with Robby though, I mean its way more than just acceptable; it's almost perfect.
It wasn't workable when we first met because we both wanted the other to take the lead, but Robby's grown into a leadership role over the three-plus years we've been together. And we're seriously in love with each other, so that's a huge factor. We're in love to the extent we allow side-sex to be part of our relationship, for now anyway. We'll both be twenty-one next month, but that's still too young for almost anyone to be monogamous. Get real! I suppose there are some exceptions to that, but not many. Robby and I will work our way to that in time.
With the back of my neck resting on a floating 'curved noodle', I'm floating on my back blinking at the weakening sun while thinking about all that.
At the other end of the pool Chubby and Robby are trying to teach Frank how to swim. He keeps reverting back to doggy paddling, but Chubby's very patient with him. Robby swims up to me, asking, "What are you thinking about, Dylan?" I grin at him, "Oh, just things. Mostly how wonderful the last three days have been and how happy I am to be home with you." He moves his arms and legs just enough to float next to me, saying, "Everything seems perfect now that you're back. I can see a difference in your brother too. He seems more relaxed, more like himself, ya know?" I go, "Chubby always seems the same to me. Do you miss, um, Dodger?" Robby gets a little choked-up, "Very much. Mostly I miss how close we once were before we had that disagreement when he thought I was being an asshole about you and me. The time I made up all those rules for us. I guess he was partially right too, but you and me are good now, right?" I go, "We're definitely good, Rob."
We've drifted to the side of the pool so I push the floating aid away and hang onto the side of the pool next to Robby. He says, "Dodger joining the Army so abruptly like that really hurt me. Even though I felt we were so close, he never said a word to me about joining the Army. After his basic training he told me he joined the Army because he was sick of being in my shadow." Robby shakes his head slowly, adding, "He wasn't in my shadow. Do you think he was, Dylan?" Shrugging, I mumble, "I don't know, Rob." He goes, "Ya know, he said he's the one you should be marrying someday, not me." This is getting awkward! Dodger told me the same thing. Trying to change the subject, I nod my head at Chubby and Frank, asking, "Is Frank making any progress learning to swim?" Robby says, "Yeah, a little. Hey, wasn't there a Denton on the high school paper?" I go, "Oh, you mean the editor?" Chubby cheers, then yells over at us, "Look at Frankie!" We turn our heads and see a grinning Frankie kicking his legs like mad while thrashing his arms swimming towards us. When he gets close he reverts to doggy paddling, saying, "its fucking scary being in the middle of the pool with water ten feet deep."
He grabs the edge of the pool next to me as I say, "We'd have saved you, Frankie." He goes, "I haven't been called Frankie since the sixth grade."
Chubby's out of the pool walking around to where we're hanging in the water.
He says, "You look like a Frankie, Frankie. That's the only fuckin' reason we call you that." Frank laughs, "Oh that explains it." Robby pulls himself up and gets a knee on the ledge, then stands up, so I get out too. Robby asks, "Who wants something to drink?" Chubby goes, "A nice cold beer would hit the spot." As Frank's getting out of the pool, he's saying, "For a cold soda right now I'd pay five dollars." We're all walking to the pool house with Robby saying, "Sodas are six dollars, Frankie." He chuckles, muttering, "Oh, a bargain,"
Frankie and I get Cokes while Robby and Chubby go for beers. We light cigarettes; Frankie bumming another one from me. Chubby holds up his cigarette, asking, "How the fuck did I get stuck on this nasty smoking habit?" I go, "We started young, Chub. You know, to be cool." Robby says, "Smoking is kind of cool, but I'm with Dylan, after college I'm gonna stop." Chubby mutters, "So you say," and Robby and I say together, "You'll see." Chubby grins, "Well, if my brother stops so will I." Frankie says, "My habit isn't as bad as yours. I only smoke when I can bum one off somebody." I go, "Hey! Thanks for the warning." He grins, "I'm only kidding. I buy the fucking things, but I get them in Salem because New Hampshire doesn't have half the sin taxes that Massachusetts has." We all agree on that, but I happen to know Chubby still buys most of his smokes here, so he and I exchange smirks about that, making Chubby chuckle.
Finished our drinks and cigarettes we swim and goof around until it's coming up on five o'clock. Chubby and I need to take off and get cleaned-up to go out to dinner with our moms and their fiancés. As we're drying off, standing around the pool, Robby quietly asks me, "Can we get together after your dinner tonight?" I nod, "Definitely, Rob! I'll text you." The mom's fiancés are taking us all out as my welcome home dinner. Robby rubs my head roughly, saying, "You better text me," and I lean against him murmuring, "I love you." He kisses me on the lips, murmuring, "Me too," and I glance up seeing Frankie staring at us. Giving him a smile, I ask, "Ready to go home, Frankie?" He nods that he is and Robby says, "If you want to hang out with me awhile longer Frankie, I'll give you a ride home." Frankie's like, "Thanks, but I gotta get going too." I ask Robby, "What are you doing for dinner? Your family normally eats around six, right?" He goes, "Yeah, but my parents invited the next door neighbors over for a barbecue dinner on the patio.
They'll have cocktails first and we'll eat around seven I suppose. Whatever, I'll be in my room until the food comes out. No way am I spending an hour with four parent types." I go, "I'll text you after dinner."
The four of us walk to the Jeep. Frankie gets in back, saying, "Thanks for the swim, Rob." Robby's like, "Sure thing. Nice meeting you, Frankie." He gives me a hug, then bumps fists with Chubby. I get in the driver's seat as Chubby says, "You can ride up front if you want, Frankie." "Nah, I'm good back here, thanks anyway," and I back out of the driveway giving Robby a little wave and a big smile. I look at Frankie in the rearview mirror, saying, "I'll drive to the high school and you direct me from there, okay?" He nods his head and asks, "Where you serious about that free haircut, Dylan?"
Chubby goes, "My bro's an awesome barber, Frankie, and if you don't mind me saying so, you are in desperate need of an awesome barber." I glance in the rearview mirror seeing Frankie run his fingers through his damp hair, mumbling, "Tell me about it," then he says, "How 'bout it, Dylan?" I'm like, "Sure, but text me, Frankie. Tomorrow after work is best for me. Say five-thirty." He goes, "This is awkward, but can you pick me up? I don't have a car." I say, "Yeah, but still text me so I know for sure." Chubby takes Frankie's phone and punches in our cellphone numbers, then he takes my iPhone and adds Frankie's number. Chubby asks, "Do either of you know anybody who doesn't have a cell phone?" I shrug, "Not really," and Chubby goes into the short history of cell phones. The useless information my brother knows amazes
me.
At the high school Frankie gives me directions to his place, which turns out to be a ranch style one-floor house. It's in a development of all basically the same style homes painted different pastel colors. They were probably built in the sixties but most of the house still appears well taken care of. Not a bad neighborhood at all. "That's my house there, Dylan." I ask, "The pink one?" He chuckles, saying, "That's not pink. My mom calls it 'puce'." I go, "Oh," and pull over to the curb in front of it. Chubby gets out so Frankie can climb out of the back, then Chubby gives him the one arm hug, saying, "Cool meeting you, Frankie. Hope to see you around." Frankie says, "Yeah, same here," then points at me, "I'll text you." I wave, nodding my head as Chubby gets back in the Jeep.
During the drive to our condos, Chubby says, "Nice kid, huh?" I mumble, "Yes, he's very likable. Unassuming, ya know?" Then Chubby talks about the dinner tonight and our moms' fiancés. "Both those guys are cool, don'cha think?" I go, "Yeah, but how weird that identical twins would match up with our moms. And they're like seven or eight years younger than our moms too, so that's curious as well. That it's worked out so well is like a ginormous long shot. I mean, Rider goes for my mom and Bud falls for your mom, what are the odds?" Chubby says, "Well, identical twins are strange and our moms are almost identical twins themselves being best friends their whole lives.
We couldn't do much better for step-dads." I go, "I guess not, so let's try not to fuck it up with them." Chubby goes, "I heard mom say to Dee that they shouldn't get married until we graduate. She didn't know I could hear her or she probably wouldn't have said it." I shrug, "Hope they wait until I'm out of the house. I like Rider but it'd be weird living with him after it being just the four of us like forever." Chubby agrees, "Yeah, I hear ya, bro."
We separate to take our showers. Mom's still in her bathroom doing her long mysterious routine of getting ready to go out, so I walk right to my bedroom and get undressed thinking about what Frankie heard Carl say about moi.
That pisses me off! It's also kind of awkward that Frankie heard that and knows about Carl and me. Damn, I'll bet he knows a lot more than just that too." After my shower I read some text messages sitting at my desk with a towel around my waist. Huh, texts from some of the Marietta guys and one from Bean. He wants a haircut and, as he put it, plus what comes after. What the fuck, why not. I text him back suggesting Tuesday when I get home from work. There's a sexy text from Tim Dulson, a funny one from Dog, a sexually suggestive text from Jeff Bell, and one just saying hello from Sammy, as well as one from his brother, Major, asking if I have any advice about him being a young gay boy. The last text is from Ryan. I text Ryan back first saying I miss him too. Then text the other Marietta boys with funny quips, except for Major. I tell him he's a cool dude who needs to confide in a family member or a good friend about his sexuality.
Feeling good that I'm remembered by the Marietta boys I get dressed for dinner. I hear a lot of talking in the living room. Everyone already there and when I join them I realize I've over-dressed for dinner, dressed like I did for dinner in Georgia. I'm wearing slacks, a button down shirt and loafers. The twin fiancés and Chubby are wearing cargo shorts, Polo golf shirts, and dock-siders without socks. Perfectly normal summer clothes for a casual dinner at a local restaurant. Rider says, "Wow, Dylan, you look awesome!"
and he gives me a man-hug, then Bud does the same as I blush. Chubby goes, "Bro, we're not going to church. Why'd you get all dressed up?" I stammer, "Um, it's, I guess I just felt like it." My mom says, "You look wonderful, honey," and Tris says, "You're so handsome, Dylan," and she gives me a hug and a kiss on my cheek. Bud likes, "Well, shall we go?"
We troop out of the house and down the steps where one of the twin's BMW is parked. It's a BMW X5 that has third row seating so all six of us fit comfortably. Chubby and I are in the third row with him whispering, "And it doesn't hurt that the twins are rich." I go, "Shhh! Chubby!" He grins at me and I can't help grinning back, then shake my head, whispering, "C'mon, Chub, you'll embarrass the moms." He gets off the subject of how rich the twins are, and asks, "Where we going for dinner." Bud says, "An Italian restaurant my bro and I like. It's a local, little known treasure of a restaurant called, 'Dino's Italian Cuisine' in downtown Framingham." Chubby and I exchange big-eyed expressions as Rider, who's driving, says, "Not an easy place to get reservations, but I called in a couple of favors. You guys will like it." Chubby starts to say something but I put my hand on his mouth as I say, "I'm sure we will." Chubby shrugs like he doesn't get why I don't want to say we've been there a number of times ourselves. I'm not at all sure myself.
The moms are telling us about the place they rented in Wildwood for our weekly vacation this summer. It's a new place both the moms told us about before, but Chub and I don't mention that. We act excited, and we actually are looking forward to it. I've been trying to figure out why I didn't want Chubby or me mentioning we already know about Dino's restaurant and I think I now know why. It's because it would be like one-upping the twins. They've discovered this little known gem of a restaurant, as Rider called it, and then we say, 'Ha! We've been going there for a year'. It just doesn't seem right to rain on his parade like that.
Rider doesn't have any more luck finding a close parking spot than we do when we come here. The restaurant has a small parking lot, so mostly its street parking because the lot fills up quickly. During the three block walk back to the restaurant the moms hold hands with their fiancés. That's cute.
Inside the restaurant we're waiting at the desk for one of the twins to give his name for our reservation when Robby's and my favorite waiter, Tony, walks by with a tray of cocktails. He says to me, "Nice to see you again,"
and Bud says, "You too, Tony." Tony does a double take as I shake my head at him. Luckily tonight we get seated in the other waiter's station. A table for six is waiting for us and we sit down boy/girl, boy/girl, boy/boy. Ha ha.
The waiter comes over with a flourish, introducing himself, "Good evening, I'm Raymond, and I'll be your server tonight." As he hands each of us a menu, he asks, "Can I get you something to drink?" The moms order vodka and tonics while the guys order old fashions. Chub and I order Cokes, but Bud says, "No cocktails, guys?" I go, "Yes, good idea. Make it a rum and Coke,"
and Chubby mutters, "The same for me," Raymond doesn't bat an eye. He scribbles something on a tiny pad and says, "Very good. It'll only be a minute."
Then he asks, "Would you care for a wine list?" and Rider says he would.
So alright, we're good. I look over and see Tony giving me a quick thumbs-up. He must have vouched for Chubby and me to Raymond. He's a really good guy.
We have appetizers, I order the Sunday night special, which is prime rib of beef, so Chubby does too. After dinner we all have dessert and Irish coffees. The dinner talk is mostly about Chubby and me. Our successful sophomore year, my trip to Georgia, Chubby's job, and the upcoming week in Wildwood. This year the fiancés are staying in a condo below the one the moms, Chubby, and I will be in. Newly renovated condos one block from the beach at the end of the boardwalk. Awesome location! It's a leisurely two hour meal with the emphasis, I think, on Chubby and I bonding with our perspective step-dads. That's what it seems like to Chubby and me, but we'd already given our stamp of approval on the twins last summer. We like them a lot because they're cool guys and they dote on our moms. Chubby and I like seeing that.
Even though the twins are eight years younger then our moms, and the twins are young looking for their age, our moms look young for their age too. So do Chubby and I, for that matter. I think we all feel good about each other and that's probably not always the case with perspective step dads and step children.
Chubby and I get dropped off at the condo after dinner. The fiancés and our moms are allegedly going dancing at a nightclub. Where this nightclub might be I haven't a clue, but even if they're not going dancing it's okay with us. They're adults after all and can do adult things if they care to, if you know what I mean. I'd just rather not think too closely about that.
It's a little after nine o'clock by the time Chubby and I are going up the steps to our condos with Chubby's asking, "Is Rob coming over?" I go, "Yeah, he told me to text him after dinner." He goes, "If he's wasn't coming over I'd hang out with you, but since he is I'll run over to my girlfriend's place." I say, "Give me a hug, bro, and you have a good time tonight. Love you, Chub!" We do a nice hug, then Chubby says, "I've got our lunch for tomorrow. I'm so happy we'll be working together again." He rubs my head, "See you bright and early tomorrow morning, Dylan." I watch him going up the steps until he's at his door where he turns around and blows me a kiss with a big smile on his face. I go inside with a big smile on my face too. Chubby's so much a part of my life it brings tears to my eyes. What would I do without him? I text Robby as soon as I get inside. He's coming right over so I wash up and change into shorts and a sleeveless plain black t-shirt, then put on retro high-top sneakers, sans socks. Out on the balcony it's a hot muggy night like we get in the middle of July. Lighting a cigarette I sit on one of the deck chairs feeling really good about things. I've got half a summer left and these past three days have been perfection. Slipping back into my life here at home has been seamless, almost like I never left. No, that's not true. My time with Ryan taught me a few things about myself. I was having a pretty good time meeting new people and doing new things in Marietta, but at the same time it made me appreciate what I have here. Everyone I've reunited with these past few days has made me feel special and that's especially true for the two guys in my life who mean the most to me, Chubby and Robby. I feel their love and it gives me the best kind of chills. I can't in my wildest dreams imagine having a better brother and boyfriend then those two. It's like, I don't know, almost too good to be true. Why am I so lucky I wonder? It makes me feel humble and unworthy, but I'm going to do my best to be worthy of them both.
Deep in thought I barely hear the doorbell. Did I imagine it? Then it sounds again and I jump up and run through the apartment to open the front door. There's Robby and his big beautiful smile. I almost feel shy with him.
"Hi Rob, c'mon in." He steps inside closing the door behind him, grinning while saying, "I rang three times and started to wonder if I misunderstood you. Maybe Jeff dropped you off at my house. Ha ha, I was just about to call home." My arms go around him for a tight hug. He hugs back, asking, "Is anything wrong. What happened?" Still hugging him, I go, "Nothing's wrong, nothing at all. Everything's been perfect and I'm really happy to see you. I love you, Rob Dickers," then I kiss him on the lips. It's a fifteen second kiss followed by another tight hug. He says, "Wow that makes me feel good.
You need to do this every night when we're married and I come home from work.
Okay?"
Taking his hand I lead him to the balcony, asking, "Would you like a beer?" He goes, "No, not really. Unless you want one." We're on the balcony standing at the railing together, my arm around Robby's waist. I go, "No, I guess not. Um, Robby, I have a serious question that might sound like I'm fishing for compliments, but I'm not." He puts his arm around the back of my neck, murmuring, "Okay, what's the question?" Looking into his eyes, I ask, "Do you think I'm worthy of you. Tell me what I can do to be a better boyfriend for you." He raises his eyebrows, asking, "Seriously?" I nod, "Yes, I'm very serious. Really." He thinks for a few seconds, then says, "First of all, you'd be worthy of being anyone's boyfriend. More than worthy... you'd be anyone's prize. As far as what you can do to be a better boyfriend to me, anything I could say would change you a tiny bit and I wouldn't want to change anything about you." I go, "But there are some things you'd rather I do differently, right?" He makes a face, and say, "Well, I wish you'd never want to have side sex with anyone, but that's not you... not yet anyway. If I made you promise that you'd grow to resent me. If I insisted we get married right now or insisted you live with me at my parents' house until we get married you'd be miserable. I'd like you to be with me every second of the day, but that's not possible. So anything that would make you a more perfect boyfriend would hurt our relationship. So no, there isn't anything of any significance that you could do to be more perfect than you are. That's my serious answer."
Huh, I think about that for a second, then ask, "Why didn't you ask me if you could do anything to be a better boyfriend for me?" He says with a grin, "Because there isn't anything I could do to be a better boyfriend. I was hoping you already knew that." I ask, "So you're perfect, but there are some things I could be better at except you won't ask me to do them because it'd make me less happy. Is that about it?" He says, "It's not 'about' it, it is it." I burst out with a little laugh, "That sounds a tad conceited of you." He shrugs, "What do you think I could do better?" I say, "Nothing.
You're right, you are perfect. I'll marry you right now." He says, "That's the good thing about me being in-charge, I know that would not be the best thing to do right now." Squeezing around his waist with my right arm, I go, "That's slightly contradictory of your earlier statement." He goes, "No it's not." Taking a big breath, I go, "Well, that's why you're the head of the household. You know what's contradictory and what's not." He laughs, and says, "Now that we got that settled, whaddaya wanna do?" Turning to face him, I murmur, "You're my man so you tell me." He goes, "Oh no, not that 'my man' stuff again," and we do a truly luscious slow lover's kiss, then the sides of our faces come together with him whispering, "I love you more than life itself, Dylan. You don't need to change a single thing."
We kiss on and off standing here at the railing looking at the stars, my arm around his waist and his arm around the back of my neck. Finally Robby says, "Come to bed with me," and he takes my hand as we walk inside off the balcony and down the hall to my bedroom. Without talking we both pull our shirts off and then hug bare chest to bare chest doing another dreamy, long kiss. My mind thinks of nothing except Robby and our love. He runs his fingers over my head as we kiss, then lick each other's lips. My penis is so hard, sideways in my shorts, but still poking out my lap. Robby grins, murmuring, "I feel your awesome boner, Dylan. How many times have I felt that same sign of you being turned-on by me? A thousand times maybe, and every time it gives me a thrill knowing I'm arousing you." I murmur, "Everything about you arouses me, Rob. I swear to God nobody has ever given me sexual pleasure like you." Robby gasps, "I need you now, baby," and he pulls my shorts and underwear down past my narrow hips and turns me around.
I grab my cock for three strokes while taking little quick panting breaths. Robby's got his boner out and it's at my asshole. Holding my hips he humps it in past my sphincter muscle and I bend forward grabbing my knees. The last three inches go up my ass steadily, then Robby leans against my buttocks sighing, "Aaaah, mmmm." Then it's the slapping sounds of his groin smacking into my ass, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," hard and fast with me already whining with desire as my boner gets harder and pulls away from my belly to stick straight out. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," for not more than three minutes and I'm already there. Precum was dripping from my hard cock when he first stuck his cock in my ass, and my climax started coming on like a runaway freight train a minute later. My back arches as I get stiff and hump my hips moaning and then squealing as cum pumps out in three fast spurts before a long stream shoots out making me shake all over, dizzy with sexual pleasure. Oh the sensations! Sexy sensation as Robby gets both his strong arms around me humping his cock back and forth and then he's tight against me grunting, "Umpth, oooh, ooh," as cum gushes into my bowels. He's still stiff with every muscle in his body clenched while I'm limp as a rag doll now. The awesome sizzling around my groin fades away and then Robby's gasping and lying on my back. We're both spent. It was one of those times when we get so aroused we climax fast.
A few seconds later he does a breathy exhale, then says, "Jesus, that came on me fast. You okay, Dylan?" As we're straightening up he pulls his cock from my ass. I go, "Ahhh," then, "Wow, another awesome extemporaneous fuck." Robby chuckles, "Is that what that's called?" Another deep breath from me and we go into my bathroom to clean up, then decide on a shower. Halfway through the shower I drop to my knees and suck a boner on Robby with water pinging off my head. When his cocks hard and sticking straight out, I walk on my knees around him with water pouring off both my bodies. Behind him I rim his asshole getting my tongue three quarters of an inch up inside him.
The rimming goes on for a few minutes until I'm so aroused I'm in danger of spontaneously climaxing again. Dropping my hand to the shower stall's floor Robby humps his cock up my ass and fucks me hard for eight or nine minutes before we climax within two seconds of each other.
I'm gasping and moaning as he pulls his cock out and sits on the floor, water still pouring down on us. I sit next to him and Robby gets his arm around the back of my neck pulling me against him. We do some more deep breathing, our hearts pounding, then he says, "I'm not proud of myself for losing control like I've been doing lately, babe, but I can't resist you." Then he gets pensive, quietly saying, "Maybe I'm subconsciously trying to outdo Ryan, or match Ryan's and your sex, but if I'm overdoing it you've gotta tell (tell out) me." I nestle in against him even tighter now, murmuring, "I love ever second I'm having sex with you, Robby." He looks at me, "Um, well am I doing as well as Ryan? Sorry, but I need to know." I'm frowning at him, then say sincerely, "Rob, you're the best lover and sex partner I've ever had, and by a long distance too. Nobody compares with you as far as I'm concerned." He makes a face that turns into a grin, "I knew that," he says, then stands while helping me up. We kiss and he says, "After our shower we're going to get dressed and have that beer you mentioned earlier, and maybe a cigarette. We're going to talk about our plans for the future, yes again, and then I'm taking you to bed and we're going to have lover's sex for a half an hour or maybe longer." I go, "Okay, mister head of the household, but don't forget we have work tomorrow" and he goes, "Yep, we have work, but I don't care. We're still going to do what I said, you and your man are gonna do it right tonight." Oh boy!
To be continued...
Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com (mailto:donnymumford@outlook.com)
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Donny Mumford
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