DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 21
by Donny Mumford
The room Robby and I just had sex in is presently lit only by pale security lights. We're sitting here almost naked stupidly gawking at the flashlight bean in the corridor that's moving closer and closer to us. This can't be good. I look at Robby, who mutters, "Fuck," then jumps up to hurriedly pull on his underpants, telling me to do the same. We're barely back in our clothes when a strong flashlight beam surrounds us. "Put your hands on top of your head. Both of you!" We do that as another flashlight beam joins the first, blindingly bright now. I close my eyes and look away. Robby demands, "Turn those flashlights off!" One of the flashlight guys clicks on the overhead lights as the other one says, "What are you two doing in here?" Now that the flashlights are off I can see two Framingham cops standing inside the doorway. To the cop's question, Robby says, "What's it to you? My father owns this company." The tall cop says, "Yeah, I'll bet he does. Why would you be here with the lights off on a Sunday night, smart ass?" Robby says, "If you must know I'm doing an errand for my dad." Both Framingham cops have a gun pointed at us, the flashlights now held at their sides. Robby goes, "Guns? Really?" Putting away their guns, the tall cop says, "Doing an errand, huh? Why don't I believe that? The next thing you'll tell me the Pope's Jewish." The short one chuckles, then says, "Alright you two, turn around and keep your hands on your head." I do that, but not Robby, he goes, "Are you both deaf? I just told you my father owns this company. I was doing an errand for him, dropping off reports. My friend here kept me company." Looking back I see the short stocky cop glance at the table with the empty beer bottles. He goes, "Drinking beer, were you?" Robby, who still hasn't turned around like he was told to, says, "No, we weren't, but so what if we were. This is private property in case you missed me telling you that the first two times. Private property owned by my father." The cops exchange glances, then the tall one says,"Lets see some identification." My back is to them as I get my wallet out and hold my driver's license back to them. The stout cop takes it. Robby's holding his license out to the tall cop. I watch the tall one look at Robby's license, then at the sign on the wall that reads, "Dickers Landscape and Design". The tall cop says to Robby, "Okay, call your father and then hand me the phone... if you don't mind." Sarcasm dripping off every word.
Robby lets out an exasperated exhale mumbling something under his breath that I can't make out as he calls on his cell phone. "Hi, mom, is dad there?" Robby's glaring at the cops defiantly. Way to go, Rob! Then, "Hi dad, some Framingham police officers would like a word with you," and the tall cop takes the phone. With less arrogance, he says, "Who am I speaking to please?" Then I hear the cop explain who he is and that during a routine check of the building he saw a pickup parked outside and upon checking the front door found it ajar. Oops, I didn't close it all the way I guess. The cop talks for less than a minute then hand the phone back to Robby, saying, "Just doing our job, sir. Sorry to bother you. Have a nice day." Everything they say is without an ounce of sincerity, in almost a mocking tone. Like when they say, "Sir', it sounds like they're saying, 'Asshole,' from their tone of voice. There's no sense of 'we're on the same side'. It's like it's the police against the public and no matter if a particular member of the public is committing a crime or not. Robby says, "A nice day? Do you mean 'have a nice night?'" They ignore that and leave, saying, "Be sure the front door is locked and the alarm is reset." Robby just glares at them. When they're gone, Robby looks at me and shrugs, muttering, "Guess they are doing their jobs, but could they be a bit more civil about it." I mutter, "The police are a bunch of legalized bullies. Being civil isn't in their DNA." Yeah, and they've screwed-up the lover's mood Robby and I had going for us too. Robby gives me a halfhearted grin, mumbling, "Yeah, a couple of assholes. Come on, I'll give you a ride home."
Outside the building Robby gives the front door a hard slam, then checks to see it's secure, asking me, "Do you need a ride back to college tomorrow morning?" I take his right hand in both of mine and hold it, then lean over to kiss his cheek, saying, "My man! You put those cops in their place, Rob." He grins, "How about the ride back to college tomorrow morning?" I go, "Oh, nah, I guess I'll get a ride back with Chubby. Hey, our moms are taking us out to dinner tonight. You wanna join us? Please!" He shakes his head, "Thanks, but attending Sunday dinner with my family is mandatory. When you and me are married you'll be expected to join us too." Hmmm, his family has too many family activities, but no need to concern myself with that now. As we walk to the pickup I'm feeling sexual heat for Robby, so I mumble, "Sure, whatever you say, you're the boss, Rob." I'm still holding his hand with both of mine and when we get to the pickup Robby leans against it with me staring into his pretty blue eyes. He grins at me, "Am I suppose to drive with one hand, baby?" I blush, "Um, you're so cute and sexy, Rob," letting go of his hand, I hug him with both arms, squeezing him against me. What a hot body he has! I run my fingers up the back of his head pulling his face to mine for another kiss. Robby humps his groin into mine and kisses back, then breaks away, "I gotta get going, Dylan. Go ahead and get in the pickup now." I nod my head real fast, "Okay, Rob," and hurry around to get in the passenger side. I continue staring at his cute face on the way to my condo as we talk about our sexy love-making in the office and admit we both were pissing our pants when we first saw the flashlight beam. I go, "You showed a lot of balls talking back to those cops." He chuckles, "I don't know how much balls I'd have shown if it was two burglars holding a gun on us. Even in the blinding flashlight beam I could see from their knees down and recognized the Gestapo boots the Framingham cops wear. I knew I was in the right so I got a little mouthy with 'em. You don't get a chance to mouth-off to cops very often." I mutter, "Just about, um, never. This was a first, but you were awesome, Rob. It's like I knew you'd take charge of the situation so I wasn't real worried about it. I didn't have a doubt you'd handle it."
At the curb below my condo, I lean way over and give him a kiss goodbye, then kiss him again real fast, saying, "You're an awesome head of the household, Rob." He says, "Call me 'Robby', okay?" I say, "Sure, Rob." We grin at each other, then I undo my seatbelt and slide all the way over to him on the bench seat and put my arms around his neck, "Robby, I love you with all my heart and I can't wait until we're married and living together so I can be with you always." He says, "That's what I like to hear, baby," and he kisses my lips, mumbling, "Don't lose that thought, but I gotta get going or I'll be late for dinner." I nod my head feeling a gooey kind of sexual heat mixed with admiration for Robby. With my arms still around his neck I kiss him again, hugging him tightly as I mumble, "Don't leave, I want you to fuck me again right now. I'll rim your ass and suck your cock as long as you want." He runs his fingers through my hair, chuckling, "This is the kind of devotion from you I've been praying for the past three years, baby, but I gotta get going." Snuggling against him, I murmur, "I'm not letting go of you," and rub my nose against his. He says, "I wish I could stay. Hey, I'll make you happy tonight if we go back to Merrimack after we both have dinner." Again I nod my head real fast, the way Ryan used to do it, saying, "Alright. Definitely, Robby, you're my man and if you say we're going back tonight, that's what we're gonna do." He chuckles, mumbling, "I'm your man, heh heh. No, it's just that we'd need to get up wicked early tomorrow morning, so going back tonight is just a smarter move. Plan ahead, ya know." I kiss his lips quickly, then grin at him with my dick getting hard, saying, "You always have the best ideas, Rob, um, I mean, Robby. Kiss me again." I snuggle into him some more and lift up off the seat, my knee going between his legs, my back against the steering wheel. I kiss his lips three times fast, then hold the side of my face against his. He rubs through my hair again, "This is nice, but you need to go on up to your place now, baby. I gotta get moving or I'll be late for dinner. I'll text you after dinner and we'll meet someplace for the trip back to college." I say, "Don't leave," and he sternly says, "Dylan! Do what I told you!" I mutter, "Oh, okay, Robby," and reluctantly let go of him, then grinning, I kiss him again, mumbling, "I love you." He nods his head, "Yeah, me too, now get going. Please."
Hopping out of the pickup I adjust the hard boner in my pants. As I stand here groping myself I notice Chubby's and my Jeep parked at the curb two cars up from the pickup. I wave and blow Robby a kiss, then watch him drive away. I got this wickedly hard boner from just hugging and kissing my main man and, whoa, is he hot! Checking my watch as I'm going up the step's I see it's quarter to seven. Those cops made me late, but it's worth it seeing Robby make asses of them. No message from Chubby yet and we're suppose to meet the moms at the restaurant around seven o'clock. At least I know Chubby's here. I'm smelling the back of my hand as my mind goes to Robby again. I realize something new has crept into my thinking, something very exciting. Lately, especially tonight, Robby's creating in me the kind of sexual heat I felt Ryan and Sonny generating in the past. Of course with those two it was just sexual heat, but with Robby it's the heat plus the lover's sexual sensations I've felt for him for some time now. This kind of heat's been missing with Robby until very recently. I grope myself again going into my condo. Man, I got it bad for him like I've never felt before. This is so perfect except I know from experience I have a tendency to overdo it when I'm feeling this hot for someone. The heat, plus being in love with him is something new, so I gotta watch myself. I don't want to be throwing myself at Robby and looking foolish. It's human nature he'd begin taking me for granted if I start acting the way I just did in the pickup all the time. It's not that Robby would take me for granted 'consciously', but it can happen subconsciously when you know someone's always going to be there at your beck and call and constantly kissing your ass. I wonder how this new feeling came about? It's not like I wasn't fully loving our sex before, because I was. With Robby it's been dreamy lover's sex for months now and I guess that started when that twin boyfriend bullshit arrangement came about. I was the one taking Robby for granted back then, that is until I saw him leaning towards favoring Ryan last spring. Ryan was kissing Robby's ass and showing him the kind of devotion I should have been demonstrating for someone I love and adore. Huh, it's a balancing act of sorts. Show affection and don't be afraid of kissing his ass a little too, but don't overdo it. Sexual heat can control your brain if you don't watch out. That's all well and good, but I have uber hot's for Robby now... big time! It makes me feel all squirmy and gooey inside so I wanna show him how I feel. He deserves that much, and it's long overdo if I'm honest about it. Oh man, the way he talked to those cops this evening. Head of the household indeed!
I don't have time for a shower so I wash up real well in the bathroom and then text Chubby. He text right back that he's out of the shower and he'll be ready to leave in five minutes. I hurry to get dressed, then try doing something with my hair. Nothing to be done with it though. That fucking Ryan and his lack of barbering skills! No, that's not fair. The poor kid tried his best. Maybe Sonny can straighten it out next weekend. It's apparently my fate in life to have extremely short haircuts, but so what? They're cool and actually the personal choice of a lot of guys. With me it's someone else's choice, but I don't really mind all that much. As I'm hurriedly changing my clothes I can't get my mind off Robby. He was so in-charge all evening. Oh god, it's so fucking sexy to see him being the man! Ha ha, I was doing everything the cops said like a wimp, but Robby's like, 'What the fuck?' Heh heh, that was so cool! There were times during the couple of years I dated Willie, especially later in our Key West week, when he was so confidently in-charge I did anything he told me to do. This is soooo fucking different with Robby though, it's not even comparable actually. Robby does it with love. He's almost reluctantly in-charge, but there's no denying his confidence is way up there now. Oh man, I wish he and I were going out to dinner at our Italian restaurant tonight. That'll have to wait until next Saturday night though.
When I meet Chubby outside, his cute welcoming smile registers in my brain and thoughts of Robby are replaced with all the memories of Chubby's and my times together. Chubby's so cool, and talk about confidence! Holy shit, Chubby's confidence has always been off the charts. I hug him and kiss his lips. He's taken aback a little by my exuberance I guess, as he says, "Yo Dylan, bro, take it easy. How ya doing?" I go, "Awesome, Chub, how 'bout you?" He squeezes my hand, saying, "Dinner with you and the moms. How do you think I'm doing? Awesome doesn't cover it." I grin and squeeze his hand, mumbling, "You got that right, bro." At the Jeep Chubby asks, "You wanna drive?" I say, "Does a cat have an asshole? Of course I want to drive." We get in and during the drive to the restaurant that our moms waitress at, I tell him Robby and I are going back to college after dinner. Chubby asks, "What about my haircut?" I reach over and run my fingers through his hair, saying, "Oh man, you've got nice hair, but tomorrow, okay?" He says, "Yeah, that's cool. I just want a trim anyway. I'm letting it grow out so I can have a ponytail." I go, "What? A ponytail, that's a new one." He goes, "Yeah, I need a new look. Actually it's Judy's idea, but I want to try it. It'll be cool." I ask, "Judy Rinker? She tried to pick me up first ya know?" He shrugs, "So what? Anyway, I'm well aware that if you were straight I'd be getting all your rejects as sloppy seconds, so ya know." I go, "Oh, that is just so wrong, Chubby!" He chuckles, "Fortunately for me you're gay." I ask, "You're kidding about getting my rejects, but do you ever wish I was straight." He says, "I wouldn't change one single thing about you, bro. Not one single thing," and he sort of choked up saying that. I glance at him, but he's looking out the side window as I mumble, "Thanks, Chubby. Same to you." Wonder what brought that on?
In the restaurant parking lot I'm like, "Wow, it's crowded for a Sunday night, huh Chub?" He shrugs and when we're inside we stand with a group of diners waiting to be seated. We don't see the moms, so Chubby mumbles, "The moms are even later than we are." I'm like, "As usual. Jeez, it's crowded tonight. Hope the moms made a reservation." Then I hear, "Yo, Dylan," and there's Vinnie looking spiffy wearing a sport jacket. "Hey, Vinnie, don't you look cool tonight." He goes, "Yeah, how 'bout this shit?" and he holds his arms out modeling his blue blazer. He feels he needs to explain the sport coat, "Dodger has to eat Sunday dinner with his family so I'm stuck going out to dinner with my mom and dad. My dad insists on sport jackets when eating out." I say, "Well, you look good. Yeah, I know about Sunday dinners at the Dickers' because Robby also has to be home for Sunday dinner. When he's home from college anyway." Vinnie's like, "Yeah, their family has this antediluvian thing about Sunday dinners and doing stuff together." I mutter, "I'm not even going to ask you what the fuck that means, Vinnie. I see you're in your brainiac frame of mind tonight." He grins, shrugging, "Can't help it, I'm with mom and dad. I could have said you gave me a postlapsarian smile when you saw me tonight." I go, "I did not do whatever you just said. Anyway I'm glad you didn't say that smile thing." He mutters, "I just said it," and I remember something I heard Manny say, I go, "If you're so smart, what's wrong with the equation E equals MC squared?" He grins, "Einstein's E equals MC squared? It's only describing objects with mass that aren't moving... stationary mass. It doesn't account for mass less particles like light that are moving?" I go, "Thought I could stump you. Hey, what's your dad do for work?" He says, "My dad's a professor at MIT, mom too. Why?" I go, "No reason. Both professors at MIT, huh? I didn't know that." Chubby says, "Oh, so you really are smart, Vin. I thought that was bullshit." Vinnie mutters, "It is bullshit actually. I gotta go. See you guys around."
Vinnie saunters away walking like Dodger. Chubby mumbles, "There goes a walking contradiction," and then he squeezes my shoulder, asking, "Is he right
about mass less whatever he said?" I shrug, "Fuck if I know. I was just trying to fuck with his head and instead he fucked with mine. Ya know, most of the time Vinnie's humble about being smart. It's unusual for him to drop those goofy words on us or spout out something wrong about an Einstein equation. I didn't even know it was Einstein's." Someone comes in the door behind us and we turn to look, but it's not the moms. Chubby asks, "How the fuck did you even know that equation?" I shrug, "Um, I knew there was something odd about that equation because another really smart guy, Manny of posse boy fame, said something about it once when talking with a geek from his class at high school. We were at the mall. Manny's wicked smart too and he and Vinnie of course know each other, being in the same brainiac classes and all. Like Vinnie, Manny doesn't usually show off his smarts just for the sake of showing off. I think that's admirable and makes both of them likable, which is probably why they dumb it down when necessary."Chubby mumbles, "Whatever." Feeling like I should defend Manny and Vinnie, I say, "Ya know, in the adult world, in whatever profession they go into, they'll probably be uber successful and finally feel comfortable in their brainiac skin, so to speak." Chubby looks at me smirking, "Ain't we lucky we're not brainiac's?" I say, "No, we're not," as the moms come rushing in.
"We're so sorry to be late," my mom tells us, and Tris adds, "It's my fault. I took a nap and overslept." Chubby goes, "No problem ladies, we just got
here a minute ago ourselves. Dylan was late." I say, "I was not," and tell them about what happened with the police at Robby's office. I kinda include myself in telling the cops off and everyone is impressed. Mom waves at the receptionist, or whatever the person seating people is called, and we get seated right away with nasty looks going our way from those who were here ahead of us. At our table Tris and mom quiz us some more about our lives and get the same non-answers we gave at brunch so they give up on that and tell us about one of the waitresses they work with. Tris says, "Ginny can be so annoying, I hope we're not sitting in her station," then she whispers, "She's the one with the big hair and make-up, but don't look." Naturally Chubby and I both gawk at the waitress in question as Tris again forcefully whispers, "Don't look!" Chubby asks, "What's she do that annoying?" My mom says, "She's always borrowing pens and then chewing on the end. Who wants to use a pen that's someone's chewed on?" Chubby says, "Oh, some people like to be annoying on purpose to get a rise out of someone. You know, just for shit's and giggles. I do it myself sometimes when I'm bored." Tris goes, "Language, Jeffrey!" He shrugs, "Sorry. Anyway, when I worked for MJ's father last summer I'd staple the expense reports in the middle of the pages to get a rise out of the salesmen." The moms frown, "Why'd ya do that?" "To be annoying, of course. It pissed people off." Tris again goes, "Jeffrey! Language!" He says, "What? They say 'pissed-off' on the radio. It's okay to say that nowadays." He chuckles, then says, "Yeah, another thing I used to do with the salesmen when they'd come to the office is lie about trivial things, like the time." I laugh as the moms exchange questioning expressions. Chub goes, "Yeah, just for the fun of it, but ya gotta do it with a straight face and then insist on it." I don't think the moms will be doing that, but Chubby's not done. He says, "And another annoying thing I like to do is tell a really long joke and then pretend to forget the punch line, but assure the guy I'm telling it to that it was really funny."
Fortunately for the moms our waitress comes over and interrupts Chubby. It's Pam, a waitress we've had before. She says, "Hello ladies! Your boys get better looking every time I see them," and the moms begin bragging about Chubby and me for a minute or so with us two trying to look modest. Then Chubby, in rare form tonight, says, "Pam, could you do me a favor and get another seat over here next to me?" She's like, "Um, why? Is someone else joining you?" Chubby says, "Uh huh, it's for my imaginary friend?" Pam looks at Chubby who appears serious, then she laughs, "Jeffrey, you're funny just like your mom," and it's Chubby's and my turn to exchange quizzical expressions because the moms are not funny women. Not on purpose anyway. The moms order Manhattans for their cocktail and Chubby orders a rum and coke. Pam looks at Tris, who rolls her eyes shrugging, so Pam says, "I'll serve it to you, Tris, and after that it's up to you." I say, "While you're at it Pam, serve my mom one too." More eye rolling, as Pam asks, "Is it okay, Dee?" Mom nods her head that it's okay. Hey, that went pretty well, that is until my mom asks, "How much do you boys drink at college?" Chubby says, "Hardly at all, right, bro?" I nod my head and say, "I haven't had a single rum and Coke this year." My mom pats my arm, "Good, honey, some college students think drinking beer is their major." I mumble, "Tell me about it, mom. Some guys, ya know..." Chubby says, "While we're waiting for our drinks I think I'll wander around the room asking people eating dinner if I can have their parsley." That strikes me as so funny I get laughing with Chubby chuckling along. The moms grin shaking their heads.
The drinks arrive and mom asks us guys to chose appetizers we can all share. Chubby orders fried wedges of Italian squash, or zucchini as it's called.
I chose spicy barbecue chicken wings, and Chubby includes cold shrimp cocktail. I know the moms won't eat any of the chicken wings because they're too messy. They'll both have one or two shrimp and maybe a wedge of fried zucchini dipped in a sauce. The appetizers are mainly for us guys anyway and when they arrive we don't disappoint. I'm hungrier than I thought, and fortunately everything we ordered goes with rum and Coke. The moms tell stories of funny waitressing mishaps as Chubby and I eat most of the appetizers. I'm enjoying a chicken wing while gawking at a cute kid who just came in with a girl. Sunday night date? Jeez, lots of cute guys on the other team. This kid is about my age, tall, cool, and cute. He's cuter than the girl he's with actually. She's so lucky! Oh well, ya can't win them all. Chubby's still on his 'annoying-things-to-do' kick. He says, "Another cool thing to do is seriously repeat everything someone says to you, but repeat it back to them as a question." I say, "Oh, I got one. Whenever I get a 800 solicitor's call on my cell phone I don't pay any attention to his sales pitch. Instead tell the guy, 'Hey, you sound gay', and then ask him for a date." Everyone laughs as I blush. Maybe I should have kept that to myself. Chubby says, "I like to make a beeping sound when I see a fat person backing up." He and I get to laughing again, but the mom's don't get the humor, but to be pleasant they smile. Whatever Chubby and I say is pretty much okay with the moms, except cursing.
Pam comes over just as Chubby's eating the last of the chicken wings. "Ready to order, guys?" The moms both order another cocktail, so we do too. We also order dinner. The moms ask for Caesar salads, I order prime rib of beef, which is the Sunday night special. Chubby orders a fillet mignon, and says, "How about a side order of pork rinds with that?" Pam frowns, "Pork rinds with fillet mignon?" I laugh because I know Chubby's just breaking balls again. Tris says, "Honey, pork rinds do not go with prime steak." Pam says, "We don't have pork rinds anyway, Jeffrey." He goes, "Huh, that's odd. Okay, onion rings then." I'm still chuckling. I think my brother's very funny. Tris says to me, "Don't encourage him, dear." Chubby and I grin at each other as my mom says to Pam, "What the hell, Pam, we'll have a bottle of the house Merlot with dinner too. What do you say, Tris?" Tris nods her head and Pan lowers her voice to say, "I'll charge you for the house Merlot, Dee, but just between us waitresses I'll bring something a little more special than the house wine." We all smile at Pam as the moms whisper, "Thanks, Pam." The wine comes first and it's surprisingly good. Chubby and I drink it like soda with our beef when our dinners arrive. As we eat we're content to listen to the moms talk. They never run out of things to say and it makes me feel good that they seem happy with their lives. They tell us they're still dating the twins, who Chubby and I got to know a little better in Wildwood, and we agree they're pretty good guys. Thankfully though there's no mention of marriage tonight. Who needs that complication in our little family?
Chubby's and my plates are empty and likewise the wine bottle when a busboy comes over to remove the dishes. At first glance he's not especially cute, but he has pretty eyes and cool wavy light-brown hair. He's thin and about
three inches shorter than me. I make sure my hand rubs his as I pass him my wine glass. He gives me a sexy look with his pretty green eyes. Huh, maybe he's gay. When he looked right at me I tried not to grin but my lips didn't cooperate and I grinned at him while blushing. His hand slides lightly over mine again as he gives me that sexy 'look' again picking up my plate. When the kid's almost done loading all the dishes on his tray, Tris says, "Thank you, Ronald," and he says, "No problem ladies and, um, gents." He unnecessarily leans over my shoulder reaching the last dish, Chubby's, with my head leaning back against his tight stomach for just a second. Chubby grins at me so I shrug, and ask,"What?" and he goes, "Oh, nothing." The moms are oblivious, but not Chubby. He thinks it's funny. Ronald's skinny bare arm brushes the top of my head when he carries the big round tray of dirty dishes away from the table. He mumbles, "I'll tell Pam you guys are ready for dessert." I check him out again as he walks away. He's kinda cute actually, but appears to be too frail to be carrying that big tray, and hmmm, yeah he's definitely cuter than I first thought. Maybe I should help him carry the tray... heh heh. He looks over at me as he backs through the swinging door to the kitchen with me stupidly staring at him. Maintaining eye contact with me, he swipes his tongue across his lips and disappears. Huh.
We all have coffee. Chubby and me also have slices of white cake with white icing and sprinkles. The moms just have the coffees. There's never an awkward silence as the moms have much to say, but if Chubby or I want to say something the moms give us their undivided attention while we're saying it. I
love doing stuff with our little family and we probably should do more things together, but their odd schedule as waitresses makes it difficult. Plus we're away at college, so there's that too. On the other hand, maybe the rarity of us four getting together is a reason it's so enjoyable when we do something together. Sunday brunches are always fun although we have them only once or twice a month now that we're in college. Still, I'll bet Sunday dinner at the Dickers isn't always as much fun as our infrequent family get-together's because they're always doing things as a family. That's just a guess of course.
The moms tell us they're going to adjourn to the bar now that dinner's over. Chubby and I don't try joining them because it wouldn't be fair to the moms. After all we are underage. We hug and kiss the moms goodbye, along with
many thanks for dinner, and then walk outside for a cigarette before driving home. Chubby asks, "So you and Robby are driving back tonight, right?" I light my cigarette, mumbling, "Uh huh. He'll text me when he's ready to go." Chubby exhales cigarette smoke, asking, "You two getting along okay? No problems?" I mumble, "I swear to God, Chub, it's never been better between us. He's absolutely awesome." Chubby mutters, "I think I'm jealous," and I say, "Don't be, brother. As far as I'm concerned, no one is as awesome as you, and I mean that in every way possible too. You're my gold standard, bro." He looks away grinning, then mumbling, "Right answer. Um, I promised MJ a little, ah, loving, but I'll probably be back at the apartment tonight too. Getting up and fighting rush hour traffic to make my first class tomorrow isn't appealing. I'll be late getting in though." I go, "So you and MJ are making babies again, huh? You're oversexed, my friend. I'm noticing a bit of an alley cat attitude from you, if you don't mind me saying so." He chuckles and says, "Look who's talking, and anyway it'd be a friggin' miracle if my bad boys escaped the clever contraction I put on my pee pee called a condom. You know..." but his cell phone signals a call that interrupts what he was going say. He answers, "Yeah, MJ, I was just talking about you." She says something and Chubby goes, "I'm not sure that's even a legal sex act, and anyway I might break something." He's chuckling and listening again, then says, "No, it'll be a little while yet. We just ordered coffees," as he smirks at me. That's lying unnecessarily just for the sake of lying. We're leaning up against the Jeep smoking near the back of the restaurant. To my left I see the back door of the restaurant open and Ronald, the busboy, comes outside carrying a bag of trash. He tosses it in the big dumpster and lights a cigarette. I look back at Chubby who's now sort of turned his back to me and chuckling again at something Mary Jo said on the phone. Looking back at Ronald I give a thought to wandering over there and introducing myself, but then another busboy, a big guy, comes out the same back door. There goes my idea of talking with Ronald. The big guy says something to my busboy, who takes out his box of Marlboro reds and the big kid takes one. They're on break I assume.
The second guy looks older than my busboy and from here his looks are unappealing to me, but he's not a gargoyle or anything, just not cute. In the spotlight over the door Ronald's looking cute and sexy by comparison. He holds his cigarette up so the other guy can light his cigarette from the red ash, then the big guy brushes Ronald's bangs off his forehead with the tips of his fingers, then runs his fingers back through Ronald's hair as they stare at one another. Oh fuck, Ronald, you can do better than that big oaf! The big guy pulls my busboy's head against his shoulder with a hand behind Ronald's head. His cigarettes between his teeth, the big oaf gooses my busboy's ass a few times, then pushes him away roughly. Ronald steps toward the oaf grinning, and leans against him, chest to chest. His head's back, his cigarette's between his fingers at his side. Oaf gets a fistful of Ronald's light-brown wavy hair and jerks his head back further and holds it there. Taking his cigarette out of his mouth, still holding Ronald's head back, he leans in and kisses him on the mouth. Ronald doesn't move except his hands go to the oaf's waist. I see him kissing back too. The big oaf tries jerking Ronald's head back even further, but Ronald twist around so that now his back is to the oaf. With an arm around Ronald's neck the big busboy pulls my busboy's tight against his chest and dry humps him a few times. Huh, the dominant/submissive shit all over again. I can't tell from here if Ronald's sprung wood, but my dick's getting hard. I adjust it lifting my leg just as the big oaf spots Chubby and me leaning against our Jeep. He lets go of Ronald and gives me the finger as Ronald turns toward us. Chubby's still looking away so he doesn't give the finger back. Before I do, Ronald recognizes me and gives me a little wave along with a little grin. Fuck, I could be dominant to him. No problem, Ronald.
Chubby's off the phone, saying, "What a fucking nag MJ is. Jesus!" Thinking about Ronald, I go, "What's that? Oh, MJ the nag. Nothing new there?" He chuckles, "You never liked her, did you?" I say, "No, because she doesn't like me." My eyes wander to the back door just as my busboy and his big gay oaf of a friend flick their cigarette butts and disappear inside. Break's over boys. Chubby puts his arm across my shoulders, saying, "Yeah, you're right, she don't like you. It's not because of you per se though, it's because she knows I love you, and like you, ten times more than I do her. Heh heh, tough tittie, ya know?" Still thinking about submissive Ronald, I ask, "Did you notice anything peculiar about our busboy?" He says, "You mean other than you trying to flirt with him?" I go, "I wasn't flirting! Did you know he's gay?" Chubby shrugs, "How can ya tell? I didn't notice anything like that. I did notice he's too skinny to be doing any heavy lifting, but that's about it." Then he changes the subject telling me he's decided to join us guys when we're doing our weight lifting. "How much can you lift, bro?" I say, "Um, it's not how much you lift, that's not the point. It's more important to do the exercises correctly." Chubby goes, "Fuck that, I wanna see how much I can lift." Finished our cigarettes we get in the Jeep with Chubby driving this time, and we head for home. When he parks at the curb down from our condos, I run my fingers through his hair, saying, "I wish I could give you a haircut tonight, Chub. I love doing that, but please don't grow a ponytail. What fun would that be for me giving you haircuts?" He goes, "Okay then, fuck the ponytail. You give me any kind of haircut you want." I mumble, "That's better! I love you, Chubby," and he says, "Me too." We kiss goodnight just like the Dickers brothers do, or used to do anyway. I don't know if they still do it though, what with the tension from Dodger and all. I watch Chubby drive away, then going up the steps I think about my busboy's light-brown wavy hair and how much fun it'd be to shampoo his hair and then give him a haircut, and then we'd see what comes after that. Maybe I'd need to dominate his ass. Give him a good hard spanking and then fuck his brains out. That'd be cool.
While thinking about what more I'd do with Ronald, I'm taking a piss in my bathroom toilet when my cell phone beeps indicating a text has arrived. Probably Robby, and it is. He wants to know if I'm ready to go back to college. All other thoughts leave my head as I feel the hot's for Robby swarm into my brain all over again. That's because he's fucking hot! My boyfriend, the hottie! Hot shit, and all that. I text back that I'll be waiting at the curb and add, "Love you, boyfriend!" In the bathroom I clean myself up and brush my teeth, then gargle. Going down the steps my heart's going pitter-patter because I'm really anxious to see Robby. Yeah, and I only left him two hours ago. Oh boy, do I ever have the hot's for him. This is so cool and exciting. I'm standing here smelling the back of my wrist for ten minutes before I see his pickup pull around the corner heading for me. A big smile breaks out on my face when he pulls up to the curb right in front of me. Robby says, "Hey, cutie, need a ride?" I run over to his open window and stick my head in with my arms going around his neck for a quick kiss. "I missed you, Rob," and he says, "It's Robby to you, if you don't mind." I go, "Sorry, Robby," and kiss him again with an open mouth. His tongue goes in my mouth for a thirty second kiss. Robby pulls away, mumbling, "Okay already, get in the truck, baby. We have all night for loving'." I kiss him again, then say, "Do that lick to me, Robby." He grins, then licks up from my chin, across my lips, and up the front of my nose leaving lots of his saliva behind. I almost cum in my pants. Clinging around his neck, I murmur, "You're so hot, Robby," then remember about overdoing it and let go of him, muttering, "I'll get in now like you said."
When I get in the passenger side I'm feeling a little self-conscious about being such a needy wuss. Robby looks at me, then asks, "Um, are you okay?" I nod my head, mumbling, "Yeah, of course. I'm just in love, that's all." Robby smiles, "Yeah, me too. You're awesome, Dylan, you really are." Still feeling nerdy, I suck on my lips making a goofy sucking sound, blushing. As Robby pulls away, I say, "Sorry for making an ass of myself, but it's your fault for being so cute and sexy. Do you mind if I kinda go overboard a little bit showing you how much you mean to me and how much I love you?" He chuckles, "Why would I mind, baby? It's what I've been waiting for, like forever." I smell the back of my wrist, then pull my arm away and mumble, "I don't know why I do that stupid habit?" He asks, "Whaddaya mean?" I say, "Smelling the back of my wrist... it's so lame." He reaches over and takes my arm to pull it over to him. He grins at me while smelling my wrist, saying, "Smells pretty damn good to me," then his eyes go back to the road. He smells the back of my wrist again, "Mmmmm, you smell good all over, baby." He returns my arm to me grinning at me, asking, "Isn't it the most awesome thing to be in love?" I go, "Yep, especially being in love with you, Rob. I hope you never realize it, but you're way too good for me." Robby just glances at me with a smirk on his face, muttering, "You're so full of it," then he laughs and adds, "But I love it when you're like this." I tell him, "Glad you love it because this is how I really feel about you and I'll probably be falling all over you kissing your ass and praying you never bumble onto someone you love more than me." We're on route 128 north now, heading for route 93. Robby says, "We're getting a little mushy here, babe. Don't ya think?" I shrug, "I don't care, I'm head over heels in love with you." He goes, "Good! Like I said, it's about time."
Huh, that wasn't very romantic of him. I ask, "Are you mad at me?" Shaking his head, "No! Why would you ask me that?" I'm like, "No reason," and we drive without talking for awhile until Robby says, "I've been thinking, Dylan. Um, about us and Ryan I mean. I want you to stop having sex with him. Can you do that for me?" I say, "Aren't you worried about how hurt Ryan will be if you and me cut him out cold turkey?" He looks over at me, "Well, I don't mean both of us necessarily. And anyway he kinda left in a huff on Friday if you remember." I go, "It wasn't a huff so much as he was hurt. I forget what it was about, but I know his feelings were hurt and I feel bad for him." Robby thinks about that, then says, "I don't know. I'll talk to him about it, but I still don't want him and you doing it anymore. If you have some side sex I don't want to know about it. We're getting too serious, you and me. What you and I have together now is the real thing, Dylan. We need to treat it like it is too. I know we're still probably gonna have some side sex occasionally, but not in each other's face like with you and Ryan." Hmmm, I'm not sure I'm totally over Ryan yet, and is Robby saying he'll continue to fuck him? I mumble, "Yeah, we can't just abandon him, I guess. Anyway, you said we're a threesome again. It was your idea." He takes a deep breath and lets it out noisily, then says, "Whose idea it was to revive the threesome is debatable. We won't abandon him though, Dylan, we'll still do things together, just without you and him doing it." Smelling the back of my wrist unconsciously I don't say anything for awhile, then Robby looks at me, asking, "Will you do that for me? You okay with giving up sex with Ryan." I shrug, "I guess if you're telling me too, but how about you and Ryan?" Robby shrugs, "If I fuck him occasionally but neither he or I will mention it to you. It's almost the same thing as not doing it." I frown muttering, "That's not fair," and he says, "For chrissakes you said we can't totally abandon him cold turkey. Didn't you?" Fuck! I mutter, "I guess." He looks at me, "Okay, good. Um, but I told you to call me Robby like you've been doing for over three years now." I don't say anything until he asks, "Okay, baby? Call me Robby?" I nod my head and mumble, "Sure, Robby. Sorry."
We drive for awhile, then in a sweet voice, he says, "Don't pout. I'm just planning for our future, Dylan. We need to make a positive step towards monogyny sometime. I thought with your deeper feelings for me recently we could start tonight. If you feel it isn't fair that I have occasional sex with Ryan, I guess you're right and I won't do it with him either." Now I feel bad for Ryan again. He and I have drifted apart, but he and Robby have the same relationship they've always had. I say, "It's okay if you and Ryan want to do it. Just, like you said though, don't tell me. Okay?" He says, "Yes, okay. Good, that's settled. You know, um, I mentioned to you some time ago I'll need to make some decisions for us that might not be a hundred percent what you'd like, but one of us has to make those decisions. Right?" I mutter, "Yeah, I guess," and as we drive onto route 125 he says, "But not if you're really set against it, so what'll it be? Me and Ryan doing it until he gets a boyfriend, or not?" I say, "It's okay, Rob, um, Robby. Whatever." He quietly says, "Oh man, I love you so much, Dylan. I don't know if this is right or not though. What do you think?" Looking at him I'm feeling those hot's for him from earlier, so I say, "I already told you, whatever you decide, Rob." He goes, "Oh fuck, I just don't know. How about this: if either of us has sex with Ryan we don't kiss and tell like we've done in the past where Ryan's concerned? The same way we don't kiss and tell with any other rare side-sex we might have. Okay, is that fair?" I say, "Yep, but I've made progress cutting down on side-sex, Robby. You haven't had our meeting about that yet." He's surprised, "Oh, you've already started cutting down? That's awesome!" Hmmm, this is tricky because if I say I've cut down a lot he might wonder how much I was doing in the first place to be able to cut down a lot. I say, "Officially, Robby, I can honestly tell you I've turned down a couple of side-sex opportunities in the past ten days or so, or maybe it's been two weeks. My side-sex lately has been kinda rare that's all I know." He goes, "Wow! That's awesome, baby! On the other hand, it's suppose to be rare, ya know? But, okay, good start. If the question of sex pops up between you and Ryan, and you can't turn it down, it'll be okay, but don't you propose it. That's all I guess I was getting at." I say, "I never propose it to anybody, Robby, except you. I propose it to you all the time." He goes, "No you don't. I initiate it mostly. Um, between us, I mean, not my side sex. Um, I hardly ever propose side-sex to someone."
Thinking about that, I ask, "Well, how much side-sex do you have anyway? Ballpark figure." He goes, "Not much, um, lately. Like you, I've been cutting
back too, not that there's ever been a lot to cut back on." Huh, that doesn't tell me anything. I look at him and think he's better looking than me and his body's hotter too. He might have more opportunities for side-sex than me. Jesus, that's a thought and a half! Oh fuck it, all I know is I'm number one as far as Robby's concerned. We're quiet for a bit with our own thoughts, then I say, "Robby, I want to worship your body tonight and then have you fuck me really hard, okay?" He grins, "Okay, ha ha, I cleaned my ass really good so you can rim my ass and suck my cock as long as I want you to, you know, like you said earlier." I go, "Good 'cause I'm going to eat you up like an ice cream sundae." He exclaims, "Awesome! We should talk about ourselves more, and the hell with discussing our occasional side-sex situation." Well, he's the one who brought it up, but I'll leave it at that because this sexy feeling for Robby apparently isn't going away even after that one-sided idea he had about Ryan. Hmmm, now that I think about it we ended up with that topic right back to the way I like it. Robby did a one-eighty on his idea of me not doing it with Ryan. That's because he could tell I didn't like the idea... not at this time. There will be a time, but it's not now and Robby's flexible enough to realize that. Good leaders are like that... flexible. Still, it had my dick moving in my pants there for a minute. You know, that he had the balls to propose I stop sex with Ryan while he keeps having it. Hee hee, ballsy of him, but... not so fast, boyfriend.
Robby drives onto the apartment's parking lot and naturally some dufus is pulling out of a parking spot in the second row as we're driving in. Robby parks in that spot without giving it a thought. There's never an open spot when I'm parking. We get out, Robby locks the pickup, and then takes my hand, asking, "Are you okay with holding hands like this in public?" I chuckle, "Duh, it was my idea, Robby." I almost tell him Willie trained me to hold hands in public except I no longer make blunders like that. Robby wouldn't want to do anything because of Willie. I kind of miss Willie. He never calls me like he used to. Oh well, I got Robby so I lean into him grinning like a fool. Robby grins back, mumbling, "You nut," and we go in the back door and up the steps. Inside the apartment we turn on some lights, then Robby's like, "Let's have a cigarette, baby," and I go, "Good idea. And, by the way, I like that you call me 'baby'." He grins, "I do that too much, I know. The thing is I like calling you baby when you're acting really sweet to me. It's like I can't help myself. I overdo it though." I shrug and we wander out on the balcony where I shiver. "It's getting chilly, Robby." He hugs me to him, then rubs my back, saying, "I'll get you a sweatshirt," and that's what he does. He comes out with one of his sweatshirts and two beers. He's wearing a sweatshirt too and he holds the beers while I put on the sweatshirt he brought out for me. I mumble, "Thanks, Rob," and take a beer. We tap bottles, and Robby says, "To our everlasting true love," and I go, "Yep," and we drink some cold beer making me shiver again. Robby says, "Get on the chaise lounge so I can hold you and warm you up." We adjust the chaise lounge's back into a sitting position so we can drink our beers, and then get on it to cuddle.
With an arm across my shoulders, Robby hugs me against his side, then he says, "Light us a couple of smokes, baby." Putting my beer on the little table I light two cigarettes and put one between Robby's lips. He takes a drag then puts his beer on the table and takes the cigarette from his lips. He leans over and exhales the smoke into my mouth making my dick tightens up as I exhale the smoke through my nose. Robby grins, "Sexy, huh?" I nod my head and do the same to him and we get into a hot make-out holding our cigarettes to the side. Robby ends up laying half on me with my dick really hard. When we break the kissing off I gasp, then mumble, "I got it bad for you, Rob." He mumbles, "Robby," and then he says, "Hell, I've always had it bad for you, Dylan. I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember and now I've finally got you, don't I?" I go, "Uh huh. Now that you got me, what are you going to do with me?" He laughs, "Anything I want, right?" I go, "Yep," and we kiss again with his tongue exploring my mouth and caressing my tongue. After awhile I'm so aroused, I grunt, "Oh, ummm, I'm gonna cum, Rob, stop," and he pulls away gasping for breath. "Gee, Dylan, you're extra hot tonight." "It's because of you, you're so fucking sexy and hot yourself. I just told you that a little while ago." We get our beers off the table and chug some, then drag on our cigarettes. With smoke drifting from his nose and mouth, Robby says, "If you don't mind me asking, what took you so long to feel about me the way I've felt about you for years?" I go, "I don't know, but now you're the sexiest guy I've ever known." He says, "I'm the same now as I've always been," and I say, "Oh no! You're way sexier than ever before, not that you weren't sexy then too." He chuckles, "You're awesome,
like always, but much more better too. That's how I talked as a toddler. I
always said 'much more better'." I mutter, "Cute," and we drink beer and smoke silently for a bit. I feel so good, "Robby, I wish I knew you as a toddler. Bet you were the cutest toddler ever," and leaning over I kiss his cheek loving his scent. "You're the one who smells good, Robby. Let me smell the back of your wrist." He holds his arm up to me, grinning with his hot dimples showing, and I smell his wrists going, "Mmmm, good."
We goof around like that until we're finished our beers and smokes. Robby flicks his cigarette butt over the railing and I hand mine to him. He laughs
because he knows about my spastic butt flicking. Robby drags off my cigarette butt and then flicks it over the railing exactly like he flicked his. "You want another beer, Dylan?" I say, "Nope, I want you," and we get into another hot make-out. The taste of him, his scent and taut sexy body are two major turn on's for me. He's so perfect it boggles my mind and he's so beautifully cute at the same time. My fingers run through his dense silky two-tone blond hair, so clean and soft and smelling exactly the way it should. Our mouths suck together making wet sloppy sounds as our tongues slide against one another. His spit is all around my lips and drooling down my chin as our quiet murmurs of arousal surround us. Our bodies squirm against one another maintaining as much bodily contact as we can manage while our hands caressing the other's squirming body and our hips hump against each other's hard penis. My balls harden as they become engorged with creamy, cloudy-white semen that's mostly from seminal vesicles but there's a portion contributed by my prostate and even a bit from my two testicles. My cum contains up to 600 million sperm destined to die an ignominies death on the floor, or on sheets, or on whatever is in front of my hard boner at ejaculation.
Robby's hand makes it's way inside the back of my pants to grope my ass and press on my asshole, then a finger tip is inside and working it's way in deeper as my quiet moans of sexual arousal become louder in honor of my impending orgasm. I pull my lips from his and slide the side of my face against
his cheek feeling the beginning of whiskers below his sideburn. It almost causes me to cum in my pants right that second. Whiskers on my sexy boyfriend, holy shit! Robby finger fuck's me slowly making me stop squirming against him. We're hugging each other with me on top, both gasping for breath. Robby's finger slides repeatedly over my prostate. My gasping turns into whimpers as my orgasm builds and builds until my body tightens and then a long moan from me as I hump my hips against his and a long stream of cum hits my underpants. My whole body shudders on top of Robby with his finger continuing it's probing, then another stream of cum gets my shoulders spastically shuddering and me moaning his name, "Mmmm, aaah, Robbbbby." I lay on him in a daze with wonderful sensations slipping around my body like delightful little electric impulses, then they fade away and I'm limp on him. His finger comes out of my ass with my cock as limp as me now. It's pressed against Robby's still hard cock. He gently rubs up the back of my head murmuring, "Feel good, baby?" I nod my head and snuggle into him more while kissing the side of his face. This is so nice I could lay like this forever.
Forever last about two minutes. Then, with me laying on top of him, Robby pulls his pants down, saying, "Get your ass out, baby, I'm gonna fuck you here on this chaise lounge." I rustle around on top of him getting my pants below my ass with my cum-saturated hairless crotch now laying on his bare hairless one, his hard cock between our bellies and my cum-saturated underwear against his thighs. He mutters, "Messy," as he's wrestling me to my side facing away from him. His cock spreads the rim of my asshole and he humps it inside me, sighing, "Mmmm, so tight and just right." My face is scrunched up because his fat cock caught my rectum unawares and it hurts. A low grunt escapes me and Robby rubs my shoulder murmuring, "Sorry." He kisses the side of my face as my ass gets used to his cock and soon it feels real good back there, so I stroke my sticky penis and that feels good too. Robby withdraws his ever hardening cock moaning quietly, and as he pushes it up my ass again, he goes, "Ooooh, fuuuuck, that feels so good." Leaving his cock impaling me he reaches over my side and holds my balls in his hand, murmuring, "I forgot to give you a spanking tonight, baby." I tighten my stomach muscles expecting to have my balls crunched, muttering, "That's okay. You owe me one," and he squeezes my nuts... "FUCK!" I yell out and Robby chuckles mumbling, "Big baby," but doesn't squeeze again. He kisses me instead, then says, "I thought you liked the rough shit." I go, "Yeah, I do like it a little," and we both chuckle. He mumbles, "My boyfriend, the pervert," and his cock moves back out sliding tightly against the walls of my rectum and over my prostate gland with me making a "Sissssing," sound sucking air in through my teeth. "Oh that feels good, Robby. Fuck me hard." He slams his cock back up my ass and begins fucking me hard and fast as I'm making one long moan, "Aaaaaaah."
With each fast hard thrust Robby grunts, "Umpt," to go with a subtle, "Slap," sound of his body slamming into my buttocks driving his fat boner inside
me. "Umpt slap, umpt slap, umpt slap," real fast, getting me squirming and
hoping against reality for another orgasm as I stroke my cock keeping time with Robby's drive up my ass. Robby's humping so hard and fast the springs of the chaise lounge squeak with every fast thrust, so now it, "Umpt, slap, squeak," and it's a really good ride. Fucking outdoors like this is ballsy of us and that adds to the thrill although it's hard to imagine anything improving this male sex act no matter where it's done. Robby's becoming desperate now wildly slamming his cock up my ass. My cock is hard again although there's no way I'm going to have a second orgasm this quickly. His arm is over my side with his hand on my chest, fingers spread, holding me against him with his hip constantly thrusting his hard fat cock up my ass. Feelings of phantom orgasm enters my head as Robby hugs his body, stiff as a board, to my limp body making a whining sound while filling my rectum with his creamy cum. He's hugging my back against his chest, his face at the back of my head while he does little humps on my buttocks. Then his body relaxes and I feel a long moist exhale from him on the back of my head as he sighs with the relief or orgasm. My ass feels so good filled-up like this, but as cum drools out of me I now notice my cock is cold. It's very chilly out here. That three minute fuck kept me warm, but now I'm cold again. I guess Robby is too because with one last sigh he pulls his sloppy cock out, pulls up my pants, then pulls his up and rolls me on top of him again. Dylan, the human blanket.
We're content for the moment, laying together without speaking until Robby quietly says, "That was random. I didn't plan on doing that here. Let's take a shower together and then I'll fuck you properly. Really hard like you said you wanted. Okay?" I nod my head again, but don't move wanting to savor the feelings I'm feeling. Ones of love and happiness from making love with the boy of my dreams. How could anyone else but him be this perfect for me, never-mind better? I murmur right into his ear, "I love you so much, Robby. You're so good to me and so good for me too. Thank you." I guess he feels I'm getting too maudlin again because he smacks my ass, "Come on, get up! We're taking a shower together. I'm still all horned up for you and I need to feel my cock up your awesome ass again soon," and another smack on my bottom, "Come on, get up and I'll fuck you again in a little while. Get up now, Dylan!" Jeez, I like that tone of authority, so I say, "Yes, Rob," and slide off his body to sit on the edge of the chaise lounge looking down at him. Some people say we look like brothers, but that's mostly because we're the same size with blue eyes and blond hair. Our faces are different though. Both our faces are pretty fucking special even if I do say so myself, although I think Robby's cuter and his brother, Dodger, is too. My brother is cuter as well, but still I'm not unhappy with how I look. I'm pretty cool looking actually, not that I had anything to do with that. Robby swings his legs around and sits next to me with his arm pulling my head to his shoulder. I put my arm around his waist and we sit like this for a bit. Robby says, "You can't even imagine how happy you're making me, Dylan. The way you're showing me you love me, especially lately, and the way you've accepted my plans for our future together. You know, I'd be lying if I said I didn't also like how you're willing to do what I tell you. You've been right all along that I need to be in charge of us, you and me." Huh, now probably isn't the right time to tell him I've reconsidered some of his marriage plans for us. Maybe next Saturday night at dinner will be a better time to mention that.
He pulls me up so we're standing, and we walk inside the apartment with our arms around each other's waist. In our bedroom he says, "Put your arms up," and when I do that he pulls off the sweatshirt I'm wearing, then my shirt. His hands move over my bare torso with him looking at me, "What a perfect body you have. Hard to imagine it can be better, but I'll bet our weight lifting makes your body even hotter." I reach over to run my fingers through his hair, saying, "You need a haircut, boyfriend." He smirks, saying, "Yeah, Ryan said he'd give me one tomorrow." My face drops and he laughs hugging me against him, "I'm fucking kidding you, baby." I mutter, "I knew that," and pull his hair kinda hard. He goes, "Ow! Ha ha, I deserved that." He leans in and we kiss a sweet lovers kiss. "Come on, get the rest of your clothes off, baby, and we'll take that shower." When we're both naked I see Robby's cock is still fairly hard so I drop to my knees and take it in my mouth to suck off the remnants of slippery cum. He plays with my short fucked-up hair as I slurp on his cock getting it fully boned up again as Robby grunts quietly. Standing up, I take his short fat boner in my fist and say, "Let's go, boyfriend," and lead him towards the bathroom using his cock as a leash. As we walk Robby's like, "Don't or I'll cum, Dylan." I go, "That's highly unlikely considering you just deposited a boatload of spunk from your nuts up my ass," then I let go of his cock. We get the water the right temperature and get under the spray to shampoo each other's hair. After rinsing out the shampoo we wash each other slowly and silently while staring into each other's blue eyes. It becomes hypnotizing and very sensual. We're both squeaky clean when we step out of the tub and dry ourselves.
We lay in bed side by side holding hands and grinning at one another. "Do you think we're overdoing this, Dylan?" I ask, "Overdoing what?" He goes, "Our lovie-dovie stuff." I make a face, "Well, maybe we'll tone it down a little in public, but with just you and me... hell no." He says, "Lets check out sports center and see what happened in the NFL today." We get up and I say, "Bathrobe! I'm chilly." I put on my ratty looking bathrobes, the one I've had probably ten years now. It's been washed twenty to thirty times. Robby's bathrobe is the one he got for Christmas last year. We walk hand in hand to the living room where Robby asks, "Another beer?" If I hadn't already been drinking tonight I'd choose a soda, but since I have been drinking, I go, "We'd be fools not to have a nightcap." Robby says, "And another fuck," I mumble, "Well, yeah, obviously, you being my man and all." We both get a bottle of beer and sit on the sofa next to each other with Robby's arm across my shoulders as we watch a recap of today's NFL games and drink our beer. Yeah, the PATS won again. What's not new, they almost always win. After watching the rest of Sports center we share a last beer on the balcony shivering while we smoke a cigarette. Done the cigarette Robby and I put our arms around each other, muttering, "It's cold!" Yeah, especially my bare feet. Cold yes, but nevertheless we do a few sweet deep kisses with our hands moving over each other. His hands grab my butt cheeks pulling my groin against his as he whispers a question in my ear, "You ready to go again, baby?"
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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