Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 59

by Donny Mumford

After our lobster dinner, some beers, and a couple of shots of whiskey, Robby's driving his other boyfriend to his dorm. It's a two or three minute trip each way, but Robby doesn't get back to the apartment for forty-five minutes. Obviously they had quite a detailed goodbye. I dozed off in bed, but wake up when Robby gets back and is in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He gets in bed smelling like mint mouthwash, asking, "You awake, Dylan?" I mutter, "Un huh," and he quietly says, "Sorry I took so long getting Danny to his dorm. It was just one of those things where something pops up at times." I mumble, "No explanation necessary, Rob. I know how that sort of thing can happen." He hugs me and kisses the side of my face, murmuring, "We'll start our spring vacation in the morning, okay?" That's code meaning he just had sex with Danny once or twice so he won't be ready for his number one boyfriend until tomorrow morning. That's perfectly fine with me because Robby and I are on the same page regarding our side-sex lovers. And anyway I'm sexually satisfied more often than not lately, and tonight's no exception. That doesn't lessen my anticipation of making love with Robby in the morning though. Sex in the morning is a tantalizing thought to have while drifting off to sleep. Having sex with Robby anytime is special to me, and I'm pretty sure it always will be. We're not deluding ourselves about being okay with our side-sex lovers as now it's become an acknowledged part of our lives. Robby and I have honestly never been happier or more in love with each other than we are now. That happens to be the truth! I haven't broached the subject with Robby yet, but my idea of mimicking the Italian mob guys with their 'goumadas' on the side after they're married is something he and I should consider. For real, no joke. Not many lovers could make that work, but I think Robby and I have a special enough relationship that we could. I mean we've both had side sex all through our long love affair and yet our love for each other just grows stronger. Neither of us wants to be married to anyone other than each other, but we still appreciate a love and sexual interest with another at the same time. I contend if we're fair about it we could make it work even after getting married. It's worked with others, but it can't be one-sided... it has to be equal, meaning eventually I've got to eliminate my other none-lover side-sex interest. That's my goal, but not an immediate one and I know it's too soon to bring up a discussion about side-sex after marriage with Robby.

During the night I have a strange dream of being on a desert island with someone, but even though we have sex I can't tell who I'm with. I think I see sun glinting off the person's eyeglasses suggesting I'm with Ryan except the person has two tone blond hair like Robbie and me. The dream wakes me in the middle of the night and I wonder if the other person in the dream is me. It makes much more sense to assume it's Robby of course, but groggy and disoriented I actually give a thought the other person was somehow another me. Yeah, but then what about the eyeglasses? Anyway, I know in the morning I'll laugh at the thought two of me were on a deserted island because what fun would that be? That's if I even remember the dream. Then, yeah, in the morning I do remember the whole thing, but now I assume the dream means I want the three of us abandoned on the desert island together. Fucking dreams, ya know? Where's Sigmund Freud when you need him? Looking at Robby sleeping next to me in bed I stare at his two-tone blond ponytail while rubbing through my bristly short hair, then ask myself if I'm upset about always having very short hair? Huh, surprisingly I'm not. Ryan wants me to have this haircut and I'm bonding with him in a way I've never bonded with anyone else, so these short haircuts seem unimportant in the overall scheme of things. I'm not more in love with Ryan than I am with Robby, no way, and I don't think I ever will be. It's just that Ryan's got something special that I relate to in a deeply personal way. I'm not exactly sure what all of that special something is, although it surely has something to do with his natural way of being confidently bossy with me even though he isn't that way with anyone else. His appearance factors in too plus the fact he's dominant while being shorter and smaller than me. Somehow I think his unhappy early experiences with the wrong people and the way he's turned his life around for the better is part of why I find him unique. Actually I made it my business to help Ryan realize he doesn't deserve to be treated badly by the perverted 'master' types he's sought out in recent years, and somewhere along the line in that pursuit I fell in love with him. It wasn't something that happened over night though. No, it developed slowly with ups and downs during the year we've known each other. Ryan and me seemingly fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Lately I've wondered what would have happened if I met Ryan and Robby at the same time on an equal footing. Would I eventually have chosen Ryan to live my life with instead of Robby? The fact is though I didn't meet them at the same time, and my love was established for Robby by the time I met Ryan. And as I've said, Robby's and my love has grown since then and it's hard to imagine Ryan or anyone else overtaking it.

Obviously these are thoughts best kept to myself because I can see how they could easily be misinterpreted. The question is, am I misinterpreting my own conclusions? To the best of my knowledge, being as honest with myself as I can be, I don't think I am. I truly believe I'm on the right path with Robby and it's him I'll eventually marry and he'll be the head of our household. Rob Dickers of today is just as sweet as he ever was, but at the same time he's very different than the boy I first met. He's a much better version of Rob Dickers in my opinion and one I love more than the original one. Maybe I'm flattering myself, but I think I helped Robby be better with all my talk of him being more confidently in charge, and in other subtle ways too. He probably doesn't realize how easily and comfortably he now routinely take charge of matters involving us. Maybe he does it by default since I won't do it. Well, I say I won't make decisions for us although I can influence Robby's decisions whenever I want to. That's the major difference between Ryan and Robby in that regard... Ryan says 'no' to me. Speaking of confident and take charge guys, the person who takes charge of most situations he's involved in, and better than anyone I know, is Chubby who's a natural leader and organizer. He's also my touchstone for life and someone I know will always be there for me if I fall. Knowing that has allowed me to be a little reckless and even frivolous at times in my sex life. Sure, Chubby generously lets me have my own way with most things even to the point of spoiling me, but there are times he's felt it necessary to talk sense into me and guided me to better decisions. Somehow he does it in a way I end up thinking it was my decision all along. Clever boy, my brother, and I know he'll always be there if I do get in a jam. That's in the back of my mind whenever I've occasionally acted irresponsible. Fact is, lovers or otherwise, no one will ever be as important to me as Chubby. My love for him is so special I can't even put it into words. At the same time, romantic love is different than brotherly love, and that's where Robby comes in. Yeah, and then there's this growing dilemma of my loving feelings for Ryan too. Am I always going to have lovers dilemmas? It's ironic there isn't a single thing I find wrong with Ryan, while there are a few things I wish were different about Robby, but yet I still love Robby more? Nobody knows exactly why they love one person more than another, so it's not just me who can't figure it out. Ya know what? I hate when my mind is all over the place like this with these confusing musings of the last ten minutes. I need to simplify my life. I wonder how one does that?

I get up needing to use the toilet and after that I wash up and brush my teeth trying to put everything out of my mind for now. It's Saturday morning and we'll be on spring vacation for the next nine days. That brings a smile to my lips. Walking back into the bedroom I pass Robby going into the bathroom. He gives me the smile that says he loves me and he's thrilled to see me. He has a great smile with his eyes seemingly lighting up as he smiles. It's impossible not to smile back. He seems eager when he says, "Don't get dressed, Dylan, okay? I'll only be two minutes." I grin nodding my head and then get back in bed. Two minutes later Robby gets in bed, still grinning at me looking very young as he states the obvious, "We're on vacation, baby, and I can't think of a better way to start spring vacation than with you and me making love." I murmur, "Me either, Rob." We meld together and all the familiar things about Robby, all the physical things I love about him, sparkles in my brain. His scent of course, and the feel of his body and hair too, and his lips on mine with his soft little almost invisible mustache barely tickling my lip. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes that stare back into mine I'm thinking how they're somehow conveying desire and love for me. Robby's hands caress my body, then the feel of his tongue in my mouth, tasting like Robby tastes, and it's all so wonderful it makes me swoon. Our making-out has started out tender this morning, full of love and desire. We're each other's love of a lifetime, our first true love was for each other and what a powerful thing young love is. It absorbs you and coats your brain with thoughts and images of your young lover, imprinting on your brain the senses of taste, feel, smell, and sight of that special person. All those sensations flood your memory banks and get locked down so you never forget how wonderful you felt falling in love together.

Robby's so lovable! Making-out with him has always been special and this morning it's extra sexy feeling his hard fat boner poking me as we suck and lick each other's lips and tongue with our heads moving and our faces rubbing together. His perfect nose is pressed to my cheek and mine against his as we inhale each others pheromones. Robby gasps, pulling his lips away while inhaling deeply. I rub my nose against his, murmuring, "Can I suck your cock, Robby?" He rubs my head with both hands as he nods, murmuring, "I love you so much, Dylan, you can do anything to me you want," then he does our 'thing', which is licking up the front of my nose leaving his saliva there. He does it three times and when I inhale through my nose some of his saliva gets sucked down my throat. I gasp and cough as we grin at each other, then I'm like, "Do that again," and he does. We kiss some more and then I lick down from his lips, over his chin flattening the beginnings of his soft blond chin whiskers. As I'm dragging my tongue down his neck Robby lays back on his pillow, hands behind his head, and sighs contentedly. Pulling the covers down with me, I lick and suck on one of his nipples and then the other

leaving then pointing out and very hard. His scent is amazing, my favorite scent next to Chubby's in the whole world. Still dragging the covers with me, my tongue licking down his chest, then his stomach and into his innie bellybutton, then down to his smoothly shaved belly just above his hard cock. Before sucking his cock, which I've always loved doing, I lick around his nuts and then all over his scrotum with Robby moving on the bed moaning and making, "Sssshing," sounds by sucking air in between closed lips. Lifting his nuts, I lick near his asshole and Robby scrunches down the bed a little lifting his ass a tiny bit so my tongue can lick over his clean anus a few times.

Now I'm struck licking and poking my tongue at his asshole, the most submissive act I know to do and sure enough a submissive blanket begins slowly descending over me making me shudder and I suck on his asshole harder. Robby's body is stiff as he absorbs the sensations coming off the lips of his very sensitive anus where thousands of sizzling nerve endings are being sensitized by my tongue and lips. Into my brain drifts the desire I have for sucking Robby's cock so I reluctant leave his asshole, and Robby's body relaxes a little. When I take his entire hard fat cock in my mouth, with the head just past the gag reflex area of my throat, his body stiffens again as Robby struggles pushing at my head, gasping, "I'm gonna cum, baby." I back off his cock a little so now the head of his cock is on my tongue. I suck it and lick it until Robby's moans, arching his back, then he grunts, "Aaaaah, umpt," and creamy warm cum floods my mouth. Robby's body jerks pulling his cock from my mouth just as a follow up stream of cum splatters against my forehead. Grabbing his cock in my fingers I guide it back to my mouth and suck on the head to get drools of cum sliding out onto my tongue as Robby moans and breathes deeply. A minute later, when as his orgasm drifts away as a pleasant memory, his body again relaxes, this time completely.

I look up at him while smacking my lips, then grinning, I go, "Yum!" Robby grins too, then says, "Yeah, that was nice, but I wanted to cum up your ass." I slide back up the bed bringing the covers with me and snuggle against Robby. He puts his arms around me, "You can still do that, Rob. I was missing the taste of the yummy cum your nuts always come up with, so ya know..." He chuckles rubbing my head, "You nut... ha ha. Here's a nice thought, just you and me together for the next nine days. "I go, "Yep, just you and me and Dodger, and Chubby, and Connor." Robby goes, "And Vinnie too, ha ha. Dodger texted me yesterday telling me that Vinnie's coming with us. Oh, and he wants you to give Vinnie a haircut tomorrow." I say, "What Dodger wants, Dodger gets as far as I'm concerned. Um, that makes me think of something else, Robby." He mumbles, "Say no more, whatever you and my brother do is fine with me. I love you both like life itself." I nod, leaving that topic while I'm ahead. Robby's rubbing my head again, mumbling, "Um, I've been wondering if you're okay with this haircut Ryan keeps giving you? You don't have to get it, ya know, not for my benefit anyway. I mean I like it on you, but it's not really necessary." I go, "No, I'm good with it. I like it now," and I run my fingers over the top of my head, adding, "It's cool." He's like, "Well, I really think you look hot, like a bad ass military special forces trooper." I chuckle, "Yeah, that's me," and I make a fists flexing my bicep muscles showing off my guns, adding, "A green beret or a Navy Seal maybe." He goes, "Yep, that's my boyfriend, the cute bad ass Navy Seal." We snuggle together talking silly shit like that for quite awhile laughing and being goofy. Later we cut out the nonsense and start another make-out squirming against each other's mostly naked bodies until Robby licks my ear and murmurs, "Take you underwear off, baby, I'm very aroused about getting my cock in your cute ass."

My shorts come down and get flung towards the chair that's already overflowing with my dirty clothes. Robby pulls his underwear off, saying, "On your back, okay?" I lay on my back and Robby takes his pillow and pushes it under the small of my back with just a little of it at the top of my buttocks. He smirks at me as he lifts his right leg over me and sits on my chest. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out so when he leans forward he can slide his hard cock into my mouth on my tongue. Sucking on his cock again I get another little taste of cum remnants around the pee slit. Robby's like, "Don't make me cum this time, Dylan, okay?" I nod and suck on his hard cock getting it even harder. He leans down further so his belly is just touching my nose, his hands on my head and I get a good whiff of his special sexy scent. Nice, but only for a second because his cock goes into my throat cutting off my air. He bobs up and down a few times fucking my throat, his belly pressing my lips against my teeth each time he goes down on me. Robby's groaning from the sensations coming off his hard penis. He shudders as he does two more dibs with his cock going in and coming out of my throat, then Robby pulls his cock all the way out. It's dripping with saliva and drooling precum, some of which drips on my lips, then my neck. It's a very hard penis sticking straight out from his body, fat and wet. It's so hard it barely moves as Robby slides down my body, reaches behind him and takes my hard cock in his fingers. He strokes it grinning at me, then I'm more than a little surprised when he lifts his ass up a little, positions my boner at his asshole, and sits on it as I go, "Uuumth, ooooh!" Robby's face is red as he slides down my six inches of hard cock aided only by a drool of precum. It must hurt his rectum, but he sits all the way down until his butt cheeks are on my thighs. He groans waiting for his ass to stretch as I lick my lips, moaning again at his tight rectum surrounding my throbbing boner, "Mmmm, oooh, yeaaah, Rob, oooh fuccck."

After about thirty seconds, Robby murmurs, "Feels good, baby. I'm gonna insist we get a little versatile in the future, if it's okay with you. It's a whole other feeling from 'topping' and I'm liking it so we're gonna be switching roles when I get an itch in my ass that needs your hard cock scratching it. And I might add you've got a beautiful cock on you too." Huh, Danny must be fucking Robby. They take turns I guess. This is the most information Robby or Danny has told me about their sex lives together. I assumed Robby was the 'top' all the time like he is with me. He likes my pecker so he must like Danny's 'cause our dicks could be twins. Robby wiggles around a little, my boner barely moving inside him although it still gets him scrunching his face as all the nerve ending in his rectum and anus send those tantalizing pleasure signals to his brain. He lifts up and goes down on it five or six times grinning and groaning, "Ooooh, yeaaah," then he lifts off completely with a string of my precum stretching from his asshole until it breaks off to streak across my thigh. Robby spreads my legs and humps his cock hard inside my ass pushing it all the way in as I stifle a scream because that thing is fat. He leans against me, murmuring, "This is the way we've, that is, I've been doing it lately. Go right in and cause a little pain that won't last long and when it starts feeling good it'll feel that much better compared to the pain." More Danny speak I suppose, or Robby could be repeating what I've told him over the years. I wonder if Danny milks Robby's nuts? Bet he doesn't. After a short minute or so, I moan, "Mmm, it feels good, Robby." He nods his head and starts right in fucking me hard. No lovers sex this time, just the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds echo off the walls of our bedroom with Robby really slamming that cock of his up my ass. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," and I'm like, "Ooooh, oooh, mmm, umm, Robbieee, ooh." He's holding onto the front of my legs near my groin just hammering his cock inside me, his fingers digging into my legs, and now I start moving on the bed squirming and moaning like mad. The sensations of sexual pleasure doubled up on me somehow and I'm dizzy with pleasure as I moan and squirm on the bed trying to hump my ass back into his thrusting. My boner grows harder and lifts away from where it had been tightly and snugly laying against my belly. It lifts in it's tightness until it's sticking straight up with precum drooling down the shaft as I'm overwhelmed with the deep sexual pleasure and in my head the image of Robby sitting on my boner flashes by and then my on-rushing climax takes over my brain. My body's stiff as I whimper and

then squeal with cum shooting straight up from my rock-hard cock. I watch the stream of cum fascinated by it as my body shudders, the cum reaches maybe three feet and then arcs a little and heads back down to splatter on my chest. Robby gasps at the same second I feel his cum hitting the walls of my bowels. It was a sharp streak of cum, but not a lot of it.

When I climaxed just now everything sort of stopped working in me: my hearing, eyesight, heart, everything except the explosive sensations of climax, and then three little spouting water falls of spunk shoot up after the long first one and each shorter spurts of cum drops back down to splat here and

there on my stomach. Robby's tightly against my ass humping into my butt cheeks grunting, although I can't imagine he has much spunk left in his big nuts considering he shot a load down my throat a half hour ago. I delight in the swirling aftereffects of my orgasm and then I lay limply on the bed feeling alive and really good. Robby has his head back moaning quietly, then he lifts his head, looks at me, and grins, saying, "Jesus, that was a good climax right there. How about you, babe?" I nod my head, "Spectacular, Robby. You really surprised me sitting on my pecker like that." He's grinning humping his cock in my slippery ass a few more times, then he pulls out and gently lays fully on me, his sloppy cock against the inside of my leg next to my longer noodle. I hug him, asking, "When did you start bottoming?" He makes a cute face, "Oh, you know," meaning with Danny. I'm like, "Well I can top too ya know. I didn't think you wanted me to." He rubs his nose against mine, saying, "I didn't think I did either, but I learned differently." I can't help myself, I say, "Danny milks my nuts before he fucks me." Robby goes, "Shhh, no kiss and tell," then he stops and asks, "He does what? Milks your nuts? You mean he sucks you off before fucking?" Okay, Danny doesn't do the milking with Robby obviously, so I guess he doesn't consider Robby one of his so called fuck boys. I go, "Shhh," to Robby question and he laughs a little, but doesn't ask again. He'll probably ask Danny. Truth is, I like when Danny milks my nuts because it gives me an awesome submissive feeling.

We lay in bed naked for almost an hour with Robby's cum drooling out my ass the first ten minutes or so. My cum is smeared on Robby's and my stomachs from when he laid on me. Mostly we talk about our sophomore year that's almost over and reaffirm to each other that everything is honky dory as far as he and me and our loving side-sex buddies are concerned. Robby says, "I see you and Ryan goofing around together between classes and it's obvious you love each other. I kind of miss doing it with Ryan, you know, having sex with him. Would you mind if I did?" I would actually, but since I'm doing it with Danny I lie and say, "No, of course not." He nods his head like he just confirmed something, so I ask, "What was that nod for?" He shrugs, "It's not real important, but last week I suggested maybe Ryan and I should, for old time sake, get it on. He turned me down politely saying how much he liked me and appreciated everything I did for him last year, but he only feels right having sex with you now. He told me that he's finished being a sex

toy for dominant perverted pricks and he wants to stay in an exclusive lover type relationship with you for as long as you'll have him." I frown because Ryan inferred to Robby I'll probably be changing my mind about loving him sometime. We talked about that! Robby seriously murmurs, "It looks to me like Ryan's got it bad for you, Dylan, but he admitted to me you're more in love with me. Um, should I be worried about it, if that's true?" It annoying to me that those two think I go around changing my mind all the time when I've never done that where love is involved. Well, except with Willie a couple of times. To Robby's question, I give a curt answer, "No more worried than I should be about Danny." He laughs, "Don't get mad, but I'm not sure what that means, but I'll take it I'm not in danger of losing you." I go, "Don't be ridiculous, I swear I'm not even giving that possibility a thought, Robby. It's you and me forever." He gives me a sweet kiss, then mumbles, "Me too."

We take showers separately. He's first, so while he takes his shower I put on a flimsy bathrobe and have coffee and a cigarette on the balcony not at all sure how I felt about Robby and Ryan both questioning my love. I guess I could take it positively or is it one or both of them wondering if they're losing love for me? Oh fuck, there I go again over thinking things instead of taking what they say at face value. Shaking my head to clear it, I concentrate on this beautiful morning with blue skies. It's still a little too cool though so I don't stay outside after I'm done the cigarette. Robby's quick with his shower and he's dressed before I finish my coffee at the kitchen bar. I go, "Rob, you look so sparkling clean and cute I might eat you for breakfast." He leans over and we do a kiss on the lips, then he asks, "Has anyone decided where the hell we're all going on spring break?" I'm like, "Everyone has a different suggestion and the Army boys claim they don't care." He shrugs mumbling, "I think Disney World should be the spot. We oughta see it before we're too old to have any fun there." I shrug thinking, 'Disney World, huh? Oh wait, I believe that's where Danny Monday's family is

going for their spring break. Yeah, I do believe Danny mentioned that to me, oh, about five times. Robby pours some half and half in his mug of coffee, mumbling, "Disney World might be too expensive for Connor though. Of course we don't need to stay in the park, there are cheaper hotels outside the park." I go, "Huh," and he says, "This is the perfect time of year to go there. You know, it's overbearingly hot in the summer down there." I mutter, "Yeah? Well I guess it would be."

I leave Robby selling me on the benefits of going to Disney World, emphasizing there's other theme parks all around the Orlando area too. Walking towards the bathroom I say over my shoulder, "Chubby will probably have it all figured out. Let's wait to hear what he has to say." Robby says something I can't hear as I close the bathroom door. Shampooing what's left of my hair and thinking about Ryan giving me this haircut gets me contemplating stroking little Dylan, but Robby and me fucked not too long ago so I'll pass on whacking off. Man, I used to jerk off four times a day in my early teens. I can't remember what I thought about while doing it. I know it wasn't girls. Wonder why I never thought it odd that other guys were getting interested in girls and I was like, blah... nothing. I should have suspected I was gay back then, but what do fourteen year old boys know? Plus Chubby and I were doing borderline gay stuff together, and maybe more than borderline stuff

occasionally. That could have been the reason I didn't question myself about not thinking about girls. Yeah, but I should have been suspicious at least. It wasn't until I was seventeen that fat Carl took matters into his own hands and it didn't take me long to know I was gay, even with an unattractive boy like fat Carl. Unattractive and sadistic.

Dressed in jeans and a hoodie sweatshirt because of the cool weather outside, I stroll into the living room and see Chubby and Robby on the balcony smoking. They're both very cute guys, handsome too... so lucky me. We've decided I'll ride home with Chubby and that way Robby doesn't need to go out of his way to drop me off. He should welcome his brother home by himself initially. Joining the guys on the balcony I get Chubby's special smile, plus a hug and a kiss and a head rub. "That's such a cool haircut, Dylan. It's gonna be my haircut for the summer." I go, "I won't be there the first nine weeks to give you haircuts." He goes, "No problem, bro, you give me a haircut before you leave for Georgia and then you'll be home for a weekend after four or five weeks and I'll get you to give me another one." I go, "See, Robby, my brother plans things out." Robby mutters, "So do I, but right now we gotta plan for spring break." Chubby says, "Oh, I've taken care of all that. The Army boys don't care where we go as long as we do it together, and the rest of us have different ideas. A good compromise is Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Sunny and warm and a spring break Mecca for untold numbers of college students over the last thirty years. I've made reservations at a beach hotel and I was damn lucky to get it too. The reservation clerk said they'll be twelve thousand college students there this year. She had a group cancel out of their reservations yesterday morning not a hour before I called. A death in the family I think she said. Somebody died I'm pretty sure." Robby asks, "How far's that from Orlando? Maybe we can make a side trip to Disney World." Chub goes, "I don't see why not, but I'm not sure how far it is. Anyway there'll be six of us so I reserved a van from Enterprise at two hundred bucks for the week. That's cheap my friends, and it has GPS too. It'll be fun driving down the east coast, and way cheaper than flying." I ask, "You made these plans without asking anyone?" He flicks his cigarette butt way out almost hitting a lady pushing a baby carriage. Chubby goes, "Oh shit!" and ducks behind me chuckling.

Fortunately the lady was unaware of the near miss. Chubby says, "I took things into my own hands because nobody could make up their mind. Your idea of Myrtle Beach would be fine in July, but it won't be warm enough now, and Robby's idea of a week at Disney World's idea is too fucking expensive. Fort Lauderdale is a college hot spot and it should be one big long frat party. Lots of beach parties with college girls and guys from all over." Robby says, "Good! I'm glad to know where we're going. We'll take turns driving and drive straight though in what, something like eighteen hours?" I know damn well Robby's itching to Google how far Orlando is from Fort Lauderdale. I say, "Way to go, bro. Fort Lauderdale sounds perfect. Sun and beaches will be a nice change from the weather we've been dealing with the last five months in New England." Chubby says, "Yeah, it will. I've been texting with Dodger this morning and since Dodger, Connor and Vinnie will be at the Dickers' house, you and me and Robby should meet with them there this afternoon to get our shit together about the trip, and then we'll leave Sunday." Robby and I nod our head, "Good deal, Chub."

Chubby wants a haircut before we go home, so I get the barber stuff out. Ro bby says he's going to take a quick trip over to tell Danny our plans. Yeah, and make plans for hooking up at Disney World I assume. Fine, no problem. As I'm plugging in the clippers, Ryan text me that he's at the airport and he misses me already. Ahh, sweet. I text back, 'Safe flight, b/f, and ditto missing you too'. After ten days Ryan and me should have ourselves a nice reunion. Chubby sits on the barber stool, "I've changed my mind, bro, I want my summer haircut now." Before starting his haircut I make doubly sure he wants the exact haircut I have, and he's adamant that he does. I give him the haircut I did for Tracy and Danny though, not the so-called whitewall sides that Ryan gives me. When Chubby looks in the mirror he goes, "Oh no, I want the sides like yours. That's the coolest part." So he sits down and I cut his burr haircut like Ryan cuts mine. Now there are at least four of us at Merrimack with basically Ryan's idea of a burr haircut. Surprising, but true.

Robby comes in as I'm sweeping up cut hairs and Chubby's in his bathroom taking a shower. I give Robby a smile and get one back, then we do a quick kiss on the lips. Robby says, "It's only a three hour drive from Fort Lauderdale to Disney World. Would you make the trip with me one day next week?" I go, "Yeah, I'd like to see Disney World so I'll no longer be the only kid in the world who hasn't been there." He goes, "Mom and dad took Dodger and me when I was eleven or twelve. It's cool, but since then they've added new attractions. Danny's been there twice already too." I say, "I'll bet all the guys will want to make the trip with us," and Robby goes, "Yeah, it'll be cool. I know Connor's never been there." He makes another cup of coffee as I'm putting away the barber stuff. "You're bringing that stuff home with you, right?" I go, "Yeah, for Vinnie and maybe a posse boy or two." Robby asks, "When are you and Chubby leaving?" I shrug, "I don't know for sure, but

probably in an hour or so." Robby chuckles and I ask, "What's funny?" He shrugs, "Oh, Danny's still giving me shit about talking him into that haircut," and I tell him, "Well, Chubby just got one like mine. Danny's is like Travis' without the white sidewalls." Robby rubs the back of his finger up the side of my head, mumbling, "You should have done Danny's like Ryan did yours," and I go, "I took pity on him." Putting his mug of coffee down, Robby puts his arms around me, "You look hot, boyfriend. I really liked our sexy time this morning." I nod, "Yeah, me too, Rob. Um, are you being honest that you're okay with me doing this Georgia thing with Ryan?" He squeezes me, "No, but it's only fair since Danny's staying with me. Still, I'm gonna miss you like mad! At the same time though I've never been more sure of your love for me and I'll bet this separation proves to both of us we don't want to be apart again." Rubbing my nose against his, I say, "I believe you're right again, Rob. You're usually right." He says, "Well, we won't know for sure until we try this separation, but I think you're right saying I'm right." I chuckle, mumbling, "Mister know-it-all is right again." Another quick kiss and Robby lets go of me, "I'm gonna throw some stuff in a satchel and head for home."

I walk into the bedroom with him, saying, "It's really excited seeing the Army boys. Wonder if they've changed much?" He gets an overnight satchel out of the closet as I start stuffing dirty clothes in a duffle bag to wash at home. He says, "They've probably changed some, sure. Well, maybe not Dodger as much as Connor. Do you think those two are doing it, as in getting it on?" I shrug, "Don't know, but it'd probably be a good thing if they don't 'do it' with brainiac Vinnie around." As we're collecting the stuff we're bringing home with us Robby talks about dinner tonight at his house. "We'll all be there for our meeting so we might as well turn it into a welcome home party for Connor and my brother. Dad suggested grilled burgers and that kind of thing. Keep it simple he said, and not too many beers." I go, "Good luck with the second part of that, but yeah, my mom and Chubby's will be working so a cookout at your place sounds good." Chubby comes in, asking, "What sounds good?" and we fill him in. Chubby goes, "Dylan, don't you think we should have dinner with the moms at the restaurant? We can join the guys at Robby's afterwards." Yeah, that's a better idea, "Oh yeah, Chub. Have you been texting them?" He says, "Not yet, but I will now if they're up yet." That's what he does and they are up and anxious for us to eat with them tonight. Dinner at the restaurant does sound better than burgers, which we have all the time here. That's what we're going to do: spend time with the moms at dinner and then beers afterwards with the guys.

Robby takes off before noon and we follow in the Jeep ten minutes later. We'll drop off our stuff, put a load of wash in the washing machine, maybe have lunch with the moms, and then go over for a meeting and greeting at Rob's place. On the drive home, Chubby's like, "This is going to be an awesome spring break. It's special that Dodger, that hot shit, and Connor we'll be on spring break with us. And Vinnie too. I always liked that little guy. He's so fuckin' smart." I go, "Yeah, when he's not acting dumb trying to relate to the rest of us." Chubby goes, "Bull shit! We're smart! Check out our GPA's bro." We talk about a lot of things during the hour trip home, including a possible side trip to Disney World that Chubby wants to do too, and then we're pulling up at our condos. "Always nice to be home, huh Chubby?" He

goes, "Yeah, and it probably always will be. I wonder if the mom's fiancés will be at dinner with us." As we're carrying our stuff through the basement door, I say, "Ya know, I hope they will join us. We gotta get to know our step-dads better." Chubby mumbles, "It's gonna be a little weird though waking up with our moms and step dads coming out of their bedroom in the morning after probably doing the nasty." I ask, "How old do ya need to be before the urge to have sex fades away?" Chubby says, "A hundred and eight." The washing machine is in the basement so I load it with dirty clothes and get it going. Chubby drops his dirty clothes, "I'll load it up when your stuff's in the dryer, Dylan." I nod at him, grin and pat his head, "Lets show the mom's our matching haircut," and up the steps we go.

Both moms are waiting for us at the top of the stairs. The fuss they make at seeing us you'd think we were returning from a three year jaunt around the world and coming home as heroes. Lots of hugs and kisses with Chubby mumbling, "Jesus, we were home two weeks ago." Of course the moms love our matching haircuts, there isn't a haircut I've ever showed up with the moms didn't think was wonderful. Tris says, "You two are so handsome! We were just telling Alice that our boys have always been clean cut and her son, Nicky, has the hair to his shoulders and all these tattoos on his arm. All the way down one arm, right, Dee?" Then we hear all about Nicky and how Alice's husband, Nicky's step father, is adamant Nicky get a haircut and those two are

like oil and water and blah, blah, blah with Chubby and me grinning and exchanging glances, like... just the moms being the moms. Conversation is never a problem with the moms. It's getting a word in edgewise that's the challenge. Chubby and I don't mind because it's reassuring seeing the moms be their usual bubbly selves. They're happy and that's all we care about. Chubby finally gets to say, "Yeah, my brother and I have matching haircuts and you moms have matching engagement rings." They both hold out their left hands examining their rings as my mom tells us what the girls at work said when they came in after Christmas both wearing the rings. That goes on for awhile as we sit around our kitchen drinking yet another cup of coffee. Tris says, "Dee, tell the boys what the guys said about Wildwood this summer," and my mom tells us the twins, the mom's fiancés, have rented a condo under ours and will be with us that week.

We have lunch at Joe's American Bar and Grille. Awesome sandwiches and more chit chat from the moms. Yes, the twins are going to be joining us for dinner tonight. Five-thirty sharp, which is when the moms have a forty-five minute break, so it'll be a quick dinner tonight. Spending it with the our moms is the right thing to do. Mom's twin she calls, Harry, although that's not his name. Tris' fiancé is called, Bud. Neither are their given names but rather they're nicknames from childhood. After lunch the moms leave in their Volvo and we leave in our Jeep. They're going to get ready for work and we're going to meet the boys at the Dickers place. Both moms want us to tell the Army boys 'hi' for them. Last time we saw the guys I told Connor he could consider my mom's and my condo his home, but the Dickers, and Dodger especially, have more or less unofficially adopted Connor. Dodger told me in one of his emails that Connor's mother overdosed around the first of the year. It was shortly after her six weeks rehabilitation stay in some facility. I'm not sure if she passed away or is just out on the street, but Connor hasn't heard from her since someone informed him of the overdose, and his money orders mailed to her are returned as 'undeliverable, return to sender'. It's a sad story, but Connor is better off without her, although I won't say that to him. I won't mention his mother at all unless he brings her up himself.

to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com

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