DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME
Chapter 4
by Donny Mumford
It's pretty special waking up Saturday morning with Robby next to me. My twin-size bed makes for an intimate sleeping arrangement, our bodies touching all night. Sweet! Robby's on his back without making a sound so I hold my hand in front of his mouth and feel his moist exhale. Whew! He's still among the living. Robby sleeps so still at times it scares ya. Getting up on my side looking down at him, I gently run my fingers though his two-tone blond hair thinking that he's become a very handsome young man, but thankfully with some touches of boyishness and cuteness remaining. Looking closely at the newly developing fuzz on his upper lip, some at the bottom of his chin, and a little below each of his sideburns I'm trying to picture him with a beard. It'll probably never be a thick beard. I'm guessing it'll be curly and light and sexy as hell. Robby's face has always had an innocent look to it somehow, like he's someone you can trust. An All-American boy-scout look and why the hell I deprived myself of moments like this for almost two months seems nuts to me now. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but not so good in hindsight.
Checking the alarm clock on the nightstand, then grinning when I see it's quarter to ten. Ah ha, we had an excellent night's sleep! I feel really good too. Leaning over and lightly kissing Robby on the lips, inhaling his subtle familiar scent gets my dick twitching. When I trace the pad of my finger down his straight, perfect nose Robby's blue eyes open and he grins at me, saying, "Good morning, boyfriend." I mumble, "Good morning, yourself." He reaches up and gets his arms around the back of my neck pulling my head down to his. My right leg goes between his legs and I settle half my naked body on him, chest to chest. We do a sexy good-morning kiss, and then with a sigh another longer lover's kiss. It's a special kiss with feelings of love flooding my head while surprising me with the intensity of it and making my eyes sting. Blinking quickly to avoid embarrassing tears, I hug Robby's head with both arms, the sides of our faces together with Robby hugging me around my back. We squeeze each other, then he turns me over onto my back and scrambles on top of me. Our pelvises grind together and boners appear.
Robby's grinning as he rubs his nose against mine and then our lips meet for a delicious slow sloppy kiss with our tongues sliding together. It's a long kiss leaving both of us gasping for air, our hearts beating fast against each other's chests. Robby licks up my top lip pulling it inside out and then his tongue slides up the front of my nose wetting it with warm saliva. I inhale it into my sinuses, then sneeze. He grins at me and does it again. His saliva is amazingly fresh for first thing in the morning.
By now my penis is so frighteningly hard I'm afraid it might break off and shatter like a brittle flower that's been frozen in liquid nitrogen then dropped on a granite countertop. Jesus, where'd that image come from?! Robby has always caused my hardest boners and this one might be the hardest one yet. I mumble, "Do that again," and this time he licks from my chin, up across my lips, and up the front of my nose saturating the area with saliva.
I grunt, tightening my stomach muscles, thinking I'm going to cum. My boner's just this side of painful, almost numb from it's hardness. It's so fantastic I couldn't do justice describing the way it feels. I let out a feeble moan and murmur, "I love you, Robby." He's like, "Love you too, baby," and I go, "I can't tell you enough how bad I feel about being away from you so long." He hugs me tightly, then puts his lips on my ear, whispering, "Show me how much you missed me." I kiss his lips, then squirm out from under him with my hard cock leaving a trail of precum across his thigh.
Robby flops over on his back as I push the covers down and get between his legs. Picking up his boner I go down on his fat penis, licking and sucking on it. A drool of precum bubbles out from his pee slit as Robby arches his back moaning, "Ummm, aaahh." After swallowing the clear pre-seminal fluid I pull Robby's hard cock out of my mouth and press it flat up against his belly, then lick his balls until his scrotum's dripping with saliva. Working my nose under his balls, lifting them so I can lick his clean asshole once, twice, three times and then I'm sucking on the lips of his anus. Robby moans and squirms on the bed clenching his buttocks muscles. I'm consciously not over-doing any one thing for fear of bringing on a premature ejaculation on either of us. I want to enjoy a lot more of Robby's body with my tongue and nose before climaxing. It seems my spit enhances Robby's natural scent, or maybe I just imagine it does. Leaving his asshole quivering I move my tongue to the inside of his left thigh and lick down to his knee, then back up to drag my tongue all around his recently shaved pubic area. It gets me so aroused, so turned-on I need to stop, almost climaxing myself. We both take a deep breath, then Robby rubs my head puffing out his cheeks letting his breath out in shorts bursts. When my boner stops throbbing I lick across Robby's bellybutton and down to suck his hard cock into my mouth again. More pre-cum gets slurped down my throat.
I'm in a dazed dreamy state of mind feeling ridiculously good being with Robby and worshiping his awesome naked body. It gives me a sexual thrill acting submissive to him. As I push the covers all the way down to the foot of the bed I'm thinking that everything is exactly the way it should be now that we're together again. Glancing up into Robby's shiny bright-blue beautiful eyes, he smiles and my heart goes pitter-patter. I grin back at him grabbing his boner in my fist, and maintain eye contact while I lick the head of his cock like a lollypop. The sexual sensations coming from his hard penis makes him close his eyes tightly and suck on his lips, going, "Mmmm, oooh fuuuck." I love giving him sexual pleasure so I lick down the shaft of his hard cock and continue down to the inside of his left leg all the way down his thigh to his lower leg's calf muscle, and finally to his ankle... one long lick. Dragging my tongue up the front of his left lower leg leaves a trail of saliva that wets the short hairs on his leg making them stand up. Short, strait, blond leg hairs... sexy. Leaving the hairs sticking up like that I drag my tongue down the back of his calf and around to his ankle, then lick his foot and suck on his toes with my tongue going in between each one before licking the sole of his foot.
As I start licking the toes of his other foot, Robby gasps, "No! I'm gonna cum, Dylan." I glance at him and he motions with his fingers for me to come up. Walking on my hands and knees, straddling his body, I stop when my boner touches his. By now both our boners are sticking straight out from our groins. Hesitating a second before lifting up on my knees and looking down as Robby, He's panting, then gasping, "Okay, I'm good. Sit on it, babe, but go slow so I don't cum too fast." I nod my head feeling a little dizzy from all the sexually submissive sensations deliciously pounding in my brain.
Reaching behind me I take Robby's boner in my fingers and guide the wet head to my asshole. Biting my bottom lip and carefully dropping down a little the lips of my asshole stretch causing initial pain. Then it's, "Ooooh," as the pain becomes thrilling sexual pleasure and bright colored sparklers flash in my brain. A tiny bit more pressure and the head slides very tightly past my sphincter muscle and we both go, "Aaaaaah," as a spurt of pre com plops out of my cock and drops to Robby's stomach, "Splat."
I'm like, "Oooooh," as I lean forward with just the head of his hard cock in my ass. With a hand on either side of his chest, I'm leaning forward slightly which bends his bone-hard cock forward too. As I'm lowering my chest to lay flat on his I push my ass back onto his cock until my butt cheeks are tightly against his lap and his fat fire-plug boner is entirely inside me. Robby and I breathlessly moan together, "Aaaah, ooh ooh." He pulls his feet back, his knees in the air and humps against my buttocks. He hesitates for a few seconds as my shoulders shudder with anticipation. Taking a deep breath Robby relaxes and his ass drops back on the bed pulling most of his boner out of my ass. My shoulders shudder again and then Robby starts humping his hips, lifting his ass off the mattress driving his boner in three inch thrusts right on my prostate gland, "Oooooh." I move my head so the sides of our faces slide together with each hip thrust and now it's "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of sexual pleasure.
My knees, lower legs and the top of my feet are flat on the bed, one leg on either side of Robby, tightly against him. My forearms are flat on the bed too and tightly against the outsides of Robby's shoulders, his arms are hugging around my back and we're as tightly together as it's possible to be, almost like we're one person. It's incredibly intimate as well as exquisitely sensuous to be touching each other all over as Robby's hard penis moves steadily back and forth inside me. His thrusting boner is setting off nerve endings in my rectum that scream sexual pleasure and these pleasure sensations bombard my brain. Sexual pleasure that's seemingly more intense because it's coming from Robby and unmatched by anyone else I've ever had sex with. Having sex makes everything seems more physical and meaningful anyway, but it's especially true at a higher level when having sex with the person I'm in love with. It's different in ways I can't even describe.
Robby's body feels different and more special to me than anyone else's, and his scent is the sexiest too, or maybe it's our combined scents. I never thought of that before, but whatever the reason, it's become an irresistible aphrodisiac to me. His scent and the rhythmic thrusting of his cock creates all the sexual pleasure imaginable. I moan his name and hug against him while trying to absorb every single pleasure sensations I'm sensing. That's impossible though because they're overwhelming. His fat cock stretches the lips of my anus as it tightly slides back and forth exciting uncountable nerve endings there, and the fat head traveling smoothly and deliciously over my prostate while expanding the walls of my bowels and it all blends together with the steady, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of his lap smacking against my ass. I'm in a dizzying otherworldly frame of mind ruled by sexual pleasure and love; nothing else can compare with it. Sex with Robby is the pinnacle of sexual pleasure for me.
My face is warm as I moan and snuggle against Robby with sweat forming between our bodies, and the constant stimulation of his moving hips driving his boner has me hypnotized in a world of sexual pleasure that transcends reality. My ears hear only the, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of Robby fucking me and our quiet moans of pleasure, his arms squeezing around me, his hard fat boner constantly sliding tightly past the lips of my super sensitive anus and over my prostate going in and then reversing the pleasure coming back out, and in and out, and, "Ooooh, mmmm, Robby, mmmm, feels so good." How many incredible minutes of ecstasy? I don't know, but it ends too quickly. My body gets stiff as every muscle tightens in anticipation of my approaching climax. My balls are hard up near the top of their sack. It's too soon and everything's happening much too fast, but there's a gasping squeal from me as sensations explode at the base of my boner when my balls send my orgasm up and out of my hard penis. I'm shaking as cum streaks sizzling out with Robby's grunting and humping against my buttocks pumping his creamy load up my ass. I can't catch my breath before another streaking stream of cum flies from my quivering boner only to get squished between our bodies. Inside my rectum it's gooey and warm now. Ejaculation triggers thousands of nerve endings at the base of our penises and thousands at the head, and the same number at the base of our scrotums as the testes recess and it's the most intense pleasurable sensation humans can experience. Bodily fireworks like nothing else in the world. Nothing compares to ejaculating with Robby's cock up my ass. The greatest thrill there will ever be for me.
Robby's still humping inside me even as my afterglow of climax begins fading and our stiff bodies relax slowly and then it's, "Aaaah, ooh," with pounding hearts and chests expanding. Only for a minute though before we get into warm cuddles with wet sloppy kisses. A final gasp, then, "I hope that felt as good for you as it did for me, Dylan. Oh my God, sex with you is indescribable." We both stretch our legs out flat on the bed and then I roll off of him, his cock flopping out of my ass, "Oooh..." then I murmur, "You too, Rob," After another gasping inhale, I mumble, "I can't even begin to tell you how good that felt." Robby leans over for another kiss as I run my fingers through his hair, "I love you so much, Robby! It's almost painful."
With Robby lifting up and laying half on my chest we hug and kiss before settling down with the side of Robby's face against my shoulder and me rubbing my hands gently over his shoulders and back. I murmur, "You smell and feel so good, Rob. We should probably think about becoming boyfriends, don'cha think?" He chuckles, "Yes, I was going to ask you to be my boyfriend." I say, "The word 'friend' in 'boyfriend' is such a comforting concept, so yeah; I'll be your boyfriend, Rob." We hug as we chuckle a little, then lay together touching each other without talking for a while.
This is so nice, so perfect! I kiss his forehead holding the kiss for ten seconds or so, then whisper again, "I love you so much." We're in each other's arms when we doze off, me with a little smile of happiness and contentment on my lips. Waking up later I see Robby is up on his side leaning on his elbow looking down at me this time. I grin back at him, and he says, "You're awesome to look at, Dylan. When you're sleeping you look even younger than normal. Hard to believe you'll be twenty-one soon... we'll both be twenty-one soon. Do you feel like you're twenty-one years old?" Reaching up to rub the side of his face, I go, "Yeah, I do, even if I don't act like it at times." He says, "You act just fine. Don't change anything on my account."
Nodding my head, I mumble, "Okay, I won't," and he says, "Do you ever think about being the best looking guy either of us has ever seen in our lifetime. How's that feel?" I mutter, "Don't know to be honest with you. I know I'm nice looking, thanks to my parents, but you, Chub, Conner, Dodger, and others are all better looking than me. Hey, come to think about it, we've known some pretty boys, huh? More than our share, so lucky us." He goes, "Ha! Yeah, I guess we have, but you lead the parade." What can I say to that? I mean what can I say that won't sound like I'm searching for compliments.
Keeping it general, I say, "It's extremely rare that we know so many cute guys around our age. During my extensive boy watching these past twelve years or so it's my opinion that only one in like twenty-five guys is as cute or nice looking as, for example, Matthew Flowers, from Merrimack." He shakes his head, "I'm not sure who he is, but I'll take your word for it. Of course there's more important parts of a person than how nice-looking they are." I go; "No shit," then we laugh and wrestle a little, enjoying the bodily contact.
Robby's rubbing his nose against mine again, then he says, "Ya know, when we move into our condo next spring I'm going to keep you in bed all day and we'll fuck a half dozen times or maybe more." I say, "Well, it won't be necessary to tie me down, I can assure you of that." We talk again about Robby buying one of the condos in the big 'Dickers and Son' project that starts next spring. Hard to believe, but we'll be mostly through our junior year at Merrimack College by then. We won't actually move into the condo because it'll simply be an architect's drawing at that point. By the end of next summer though the blueprint for that section of condos will be a reality, but we won't move in then either because we'll be at Merrimack for our senior year. There's a specific condo reserved for Robby that he'll put a twenty perfect deposit on using his savings from the savings account his parents opened for him when he was born. Dodger has one too, the lucky fucks. I say, "Hey, shouldn't I be chipping in for the condo?" With a grin, Robby asks, "Ya got any money?" I'm like, "Of course I do, but Chubby and me are buying a motorbike today and the rest of the money I earn this summer I'll probably use at college for books and stuff like that." He shrugs, "So I'll put up the deposit and you'll chip in when you work at Dad's and my company. That is until the stork arrives." I grin, "So all your plans for us are in place again, huh?" He smiles, "Again? They've never stopped being in place."
He's still on his side looking down at me as I lay on my back. Putting my arms around the back of his neck, I look him in the eyes, murmuring, "You're right, mister head of the household, they've always been in place." He leans down kissing me, then quietly says, "My plans will be firmly followed to the letter unless altered by you, mister behind the scene's head of the household."
I like the way Robby put that and we do a mushy kiss, then stop talking and start making out true-lovers style with deep slow kisses and gentle caresses until our naked bodies have shivers and delightful chills skittering up and down our spines. A little later Robby fucks me with both of us on our sides, his arm over my side, and it's a long slow fuck with quiet murmurs of deep sexual pleasure. My squeal at climax isn't as shrill as the first one this morning. Cum spurts up from my balls and out my boner at the same instant I feel Robby's organs splash inside me. It's one of the sexiest lovers fuck we've ever had. As we lay on our backs afterwards, Robby's arm under the back of my neck, he quietly asks, "Did you ever give a thought that you might not follow through with the plans I told you about when we prematurely got engaged?" Taking a deep breath, I confess, "For a while during my time with Ryan I wondered if he wasn't a better match for me, but ten minutes after being with you the weekend you visited me I knew I was wrong.
You're stuck with me, Rob. I want to live your dreams with you and no one else."
He doesn't say anything for a minute, then mumbles, "Thanks, Dylan, that means more to me than anything else in my life."
After another hour of cuddling and mumbling words of love and talking about our future together, we have a recreational fuck in the shower giggling at first until it gets very arousing and Robby gives me a hard fucking getting kind of rough and I have an amazing climax, especially considering it's my third one this morning. Coming down off my sexual high I'm clinging to Robby hugging him and feeling more certain than ever that we can have it all. Then I bath him and he baths me. I don't ever remember being more in love with Robby than I am this morning. He's awesome and I like that he hasn't grilled me about my summer in Marietta. He asked that one question earlier, and that was it. After getting dressed we walk out of the bedroom and there's my mom and Chubby's mom, Tris, standing there. Wow, nice big smiles! We just look at each other for a second, then mom and I come together and we hug really tightly while she kisses my face here and there. Robby doesn't escape the reunion as Tris, all five feet one inch of her, is hugging a blushing Robby. Then we switch and Tris and I are hugging while Mom gives my boyfriend a really sweet hug and a kiss, saying, "I'm so glad you stayed with my handsome son tonight, Rob. I know how much you two love each other and I think it's a beautiful thing." Now Tris and Mom are hugging, both with tears on their cheeks. Moms, ya know? Robby and I grin shaking our heads slowly... moms are sometimes miracles.
With Tris, Mom, and Robby at the kitchen bar drinking coffee I make us individual breakfast omelets of eggs, Canadian bacon, and cheese served with an English muffin. Just as I'm finish cooking mine Chubby pops in, saying, "Nobody called me for breakfast? Am I to be forgotten now that the prodigal son has returned?" The moms and Robby chuckle as Chubby comes around the kitchen bar for a hug and a quick kiss with me, then I give him my omelet and crack a couple of more eggs to make another one for myself. The moms are very talkative and have the usual questions. Chubby has a funny wise crack answer to most of their questions, while mostly Robby and I just smile without saying much. Nobody makes a big deal about Robby sleeping over and everything's so nice I again need to fight back tears of happiness. There are a few general questions for me about the weather in Georgia and the job and my
golf lessons. The overall impression I give through my answers is a positive one without any details. I know the moms will want details but they know from experience with Chubby and me that specific details rarely are forthcoming from either of us. It's after one o'clock in the afternoon by the time the guys help me clean up the kitchen. The moms have three hours before they need to go to work which is barely enough time for them to grab secret smokes on Tris' balcony while gossiping about God-only-knows-what before beginning the long task of getting ready to go out. They're together so much, but never run out of things to say to one another.
Chubby, Robby, and I smoke on our balcony having another cup of coffee.
We're discussing what we're going to do for housing at Merrimack junior year.
We're leaning towards going back to the same apartment complex although there's new apartments being built that will be ready for occupancy next month. They're more expensive, but we'll check them out anyway. Maybe they'll be worth the extra money. Around two o'clock Robby needs to leave for one of the ubiquitous 'Dickers and Son' business meetings. Chubby's in the bathroom when Robby and I kiss goodbye. Robby's got an arm across my shoulders squeezing, and my arm's around the back of his waist squeezing him. He smiles at me, asking, "Will you go out with me tonight, Dylan?" I'm like, "On a date you mean?" he grins nodding his head, and I go, "Oh, I'd love to," and he asks, "Do you think I could sleep over again tonight?" I murmur, "You're making me so happy, Robby. I love sleeping with you." He shrugs, "Then we're both happy because you make me happy all the time." Robby has a sweet way of being in charge. It's like I don't even notice he's making decisions for us because he makes it seem like he's asking my permission.
Robby lets go of me and we carry our coffee mugs inside and put them in the dishwasher. He grins at me, then rubs his hand over my head shaking his head. I mutter, "I know. I couldn't tell him no." Robby shrugs, "Hair grows back, no problem. Listen, I was thinking we could sleep together on weekends the rest of the summer. You know, switching from your place to mine. Time flies and soon we'll be living together anyway. For now I think it's a good idea that everyone realizes we're not just playing at this. We're in love, and lovers have sex together. Get 'em used to the idea." I nod my head, "Whatever you say, Rob." Oh man, I'm going to feel so fucking awkward sleeping over at the Dickers. Ryan's parents wouldn't let us sleep together, but it didn't bother my mom. Robby's parents though? I don't know about them. I go, "Um, have you mentioned this to your folks?" He goes, "No, we're just going to do it. We're adults and we can make our own decisions." As he's leaving, he says, "I'll pick you up at six and we'll have dinner with my parents tonight. I'm sure they'd like to see you. Okay? Maybe a movie after that." Balls! His parents are okay, but just the four of us for dinner? Awkward! Then I think of the dinners with Ryan's parents and feel bad thinking negative thoughts about Robby's parents. I go, "Absolutely. That'll be nice.
I'll see you at six, Rob." He pats my cheek, "Mmmm, I love you, Dylan,"
then another quick kiss before we do a little wave at each other and he's out the door. Wow, Robby's so, um, confident. Maybe too confident. Sleeping together in his parent's house, jeez! I already feel uncomfortable about that.
Hell, I'm uncomfortable about just the four of us having dinner together.
Chubby comes out of the bathroom just as Robby's walking out the door.
They wave a hand, "See ya later, dude." When Robby's gone, I say, "I'm having dinner with Robby and his parents tonight, Chub. Wanna join us?" he laughs, "No fuckin' way, bro. Dinner with the in-laws, huh?" I'm frowning, "C'mon, Chub, maybe it'll be Mr. Dicker's famous barbecue." He chuckles, "Sorry, you're on your own with that." I don't blame him one bit. We go into my bedroom to login online. We're gonna see about buying a used, or as they like to say, 'previously owned' motorbike. I'm sitting at my desk with Chubby standing next to me leaning over looking at the computer screen, his arm across my shoulders. Google flashes up sites for motorbike sales and I click on one. Turning my head I see Chubby staring at me, so I go, "What?" and he says, "You know I love you more than anything in the world, right?" I nod, "Sure, Chub," and he goes, "It's crazy of me maybe, but I never thought you'd actually spend two months in Georgia. I just didn't expect you'd do that, and it hurt my feelings that you did." Dumbfounded, I go, "Um, I, ah," and he goes, "We really shouldn't be apart that long, Dylan." I look down, mumbling, "I told myself that I was selfish to do it. I disrupted the lives of the people I care about and love the most in the world. I'm sorry, Chubby."
He quietly says, "It seems you can get along without me, Dylan, but I have a hard time getting by without you in my world." I go, "You're always with your friends or girlfriends, Chub, what are you talking about?" He goes, "Dylan, we've never before in our lives been apart for two days, never mind two months. I found out I can't be myself without seeing you every day, if only for a little while. I need to know you're safe and happy. You wouldn't tell me in a text if something's bothering you, I need to see you for myself, then I know you're okay." Biting on my bottom lip I'm nodding my head, then say, "I was trying to force myself to be more mature and I thought if I could be on my own, knowing I couldn't depend on you when something went wrong, I'd be more mature. It was stupid logic and I see that now. Earlier I was thinking I deprived myself of being with Robby, but losing two months of you being in my life every day was even a bigger loss. Like I said, I was selfish, and I'm sorry." Chubby rubs my head, "I don't think you're selfish any more than I think you need to worry about maturing. Mature at your own chosen speed. I couldn't love you anymore than I already do, so maturing doesn't matter to me one bit. I don't even know what you mean by that.
You're perfect the way you are right now and if anyone tells you differently tell them to go fuck themselves. We're the best friends and brothers the world has ever known, so why change?" I nod, then hug around his waist and we're quiet for a little bit.
Finally I say, "Remember the poem we both like?" He goes, "Which one?" and I recite, "I sought my soul but my soul I could not see. I sought my God but my God eluded me. I sought my brother... and I found all three." I stand up and we hug as Chubby murmurs, "Oh, that poem. Yeah, it's a good one.
Don't go on any more trips though, I live in your glow, Dylan." I'm crying silently basking in Chubby's love and infuriated at myself for going to Georgia. Chubby lets go of me, saying, "Now that we got that settled, lets check out the motorbikes." I'm wiping my tears with the heel of my hands as Chubby's wiping his tears away with the side of his fists. He mumbles, "Every time you cry, I cry. Why is that?" I shrug, and say, "I don't know, but that was a good talk, Chub," and he chuckles, "Yeah, it was. I've been working on it all morning." We laugh a little, then hug each other again before I sit down smiling, asking, "I've got a glow, huh?" He says, "I just threw that in there to make you feel bad about leaving me." I'm like, "No, I think I do have a glow." He says, "Maybe a faint one, bro."
We're good. See, even if you disappoint a brother like mine he forgives and maybe even loves me more. So, I got that going for me. Chubby does too, by the way. I say, "We're awesome, Chub," and he chuckles, "I know, yeah, we are awesome. Together we're awesome." We get a grip on reality and Google the cost for used motorbikes and find a number of them to choose from for under $1000. Then we Google requirements for getting a motorbike license in Massachusetts. Hmmm, we'd both need to pass an on-road test after completing a motorbike driving course After paying for a license and insurance. Our conclusion: maybe a motorbike isn't a genius idea after all. Chubby says, "Lets Google cheap car leases." We discover the leased cars advertised for $99.00 a month are an illusion because in tiny print it says you need to put down $2999.00, then it's $99.00 a month. Fuck that! Chubby goes, "Let's stick to our original plan of getting a second car next summer." I mutter, "A genius idea, Chubby."
We abandon the second means of transportation and drive to Parker's Park.
We're going to do the four mile run we did as kids. It's two miles to a rest area and two miles back. Chubby and I ran the four miles maybe two or three hundred times when we were inseparable. Today is a hot day, so being mature and sensible we thought to bring bottles of water with us. Getting out of our Jeep we look at each other encouragingly as I put on a small backpack for the bottles of water and two yogurt bars. Chubby says, "Okay, let's do this," and we start jogging. At first we jog at the speed we went at when we were kids, but after five minutes we get realistic and jog a bit slower and then we stop altogether with sweat dripping off our faces. I say, "We need to hydrate." Getting the bottles of water out, I give one to Chubby and he has a good idea, "Lets sit in the shade while we hydrate." I nod and then guzzle half the bottle of water.
Sitting in the shade with our backs against a big tree we light cigarettes, drink our water, and bitch about the heat while wiping the sweat off our faces. Ten minutes later we save the empty plastic water bottles to refill at the rest area and jog onward at a more sensible speed with Chubby mumbling, "It's not like we're in a race." No, we're not in a race. We're reliving something we did hundreds of times in the past for old' time sake. Twenty minute later we stop again with me complaining, "I've got a crimp in my side." Chubby mutters, "Man up, bro," then as he's looking around he asks, "Did they move the rest area further away?" I assume that's a rhetorical question. It's a large rest area with restrooms and vending machines so why would they move it? Resuming our trip down memory lane, Chubby says, "It's only two miles supposedly, so where the fuck is it?" I mumble, "We used to be there by now.
This fall we should forget about weight lifting and get in the habit of running three times a week. We're in terrible shape. We used to run this in under thirty minutes." Chubby gasps for air and then we get to laughing, then stop jogging altogether and walk with Chubby saying, "Jogging is greatly overvalued. Seriously, I mean, sure we can do some light jogging between classes on campus, but once we're in the business world what good is a whole bunch of jogging." I go, "Absolutely correct, bro, and how about the fanatics you see jogging in freezing winter weather or in torrential downpours.
Idiots!" he goes, "Yeah, and they jog right in the streets. Streets are for cars!" I go, "Hey! I recognize this place. See the tree that was hit by lighting about twenty years ago?" He nods, and I go, "The rest area's right around the corner a little past that dead tree." And it is too.
We walk around the bend and up to the rest area where we see a group of older people, like in their forties. They're all dressed in marathon gear, gulping down water and adjusting their head bands. Chubby mutters under his breath, "Assholes," and I bust out laughing, then ask, "How do you know they're assholes?" We walk right by them heading for the building with the rest rooms and vending area. Chubby goes, "Those men are like the jerk-offs who get dressed up in all the tight bicycling gear and then ride their thousand dollar bikes twice around the block and then go home for a martini." We walk inside as I tell Chubby, "You've got some antisocial tendencies, Chub."
We get Cokes and Butterfingers candy bars from the vending machines in lieu of my mom's yogurt bars, as I say, "It's not fair of me to take my mom's yogurt bars." Chubby take a big bite from his Butterfingers candy bar, saying, "You're right, plus yogurt bars blow." I nod agreement and we sit on the bench to finish our snack. Chubby asks, "Isn't there a shortcut back to the car?" That gets me laughing again because he was so serious when asking that.
I tell him about the marine I encountered here and what a hard-ass that guy was. I don't mention I got my first blow job from the guy or that he was actually the most dominant person I've ever run into at that point in my life. Fat Carl was a bully more than a dominant type, although it's hard to tell the difference I guess. Chubby asks, "Why didn't you tell me about that marine prick before, Dylan? I'd have come with you with a baseball bat." I mutter, "That's why I didn't tell you." The real reason of course is that the marine fascinated me and I looked for him each time I jogged out here.
He was here a few times too and each time he dominated me more. It was awesome too, but then I was an inexperienced seventeen year old just being broken into gay sex by fat Carl.
As we're walking down from the rest room we see the group of middle aged men and woman jogging off. Chubby and I share a cigarette and then begin a slow jog back the way we came. For some reason I bring up the concussion Chubby got during that fight with Freddie and Chico Chavez years ago. I'm like, "Man, we got our asses kicked that morning, Chubby." He shrugs, "Yeah, but we got the day off from school, so..." I'm like, "A day off from school is not worth you getting concussed." The story is, we were on our way to school when we had the misfortune to run into a couple of school drop-outs known as the nefarious Chavez brothers. We're in a reminiscing mood but that memory is the only negative one we talk about. Mostly we recall the funny stuff that's happened to us over the years. We do not mention the time Chubby took revenge on that asshole, Joel, for what Joel did to me. And we don't reminisce about the hell I brought down on Ricky and his father of window-washer infamy. Actually it was mom's boyfriend at the time, Jake, who owed me a favor for not telling that he basically raped me, and he was the one who brought hell down on those sickos for what they did to Chubby. Those two incidents are not the fun kind of reminiscing so we rarely mention either incident. They were too serious... and, um, slightly criminal.
Halfway back to the Jeep we're walking again when Robby texts me saying his meeting's over early and how about we meet him at his house for a swim.
Chubby's all over that idea and we jog for five minutes before resuming the more sensible pace, also known as walking. At the car I crank-up the air conditioning and drive away from Parker's Park with Chubby asking, "Who's idea was that anyway?" We're refreshed by the time I pull up to the garage at our condos. Going in through the garage, I mumble, "My bathing suit is probably still wet from last night. Robby and I had a midnight dip in the pool." Chubby says, "Bro, you have about ten bathing suits." He goes up to his condo. I go through my bottom bureau drawer pulling out bathing suits. I don't have ten, but I do have six. One of them is Dodger's tight Speedo from the first day I met him and Robby. Oh fuck! I remember Robby inviting me for a swim. Dodger was there and since I didn't have a swim suit with me he took his little tight Speedo off for me to wear. There were skid marks at the
inside crotch. Dodger watched me with his big eyes, standing there naked as a jay bird with his four inch dick shriveled-up from swimming. He didn't care. Ha ha, fuck! Maybe I'll wear it today, minus the skid marks, and see if Robby remembers. Heh heh, and then again maybe I won't.
As I'm driving the Jeep to Robby's, Chubby riding shotgun, I give a thought to begging off dinner with the Dickers because it my first Saturday night back with my brother. "Um, Chub, since you won't eat at the Dickers tonight, I'll tell Robby you and me are going out to dinner my first Saturday night back." Chubby shakes his head, "I'm sorry, Dylan, but I've got a date tonight. If you were going back to Georgia tomorrow of course I'd be with you tonight, but since you're home for good I told Lynchie I'd go with her to her sorority sister's cook-out after all." I go, "Lynchie?" and he says, "Kathy Lynch. Her nickname is Lynchie." Frowning, I mutter, "My first Saturday night back and you're going to a cook-out with someone named Lynchie?" He laughs and pats my shoulder, "It's you and your boyfriend's Saturday night, bro." I nod, "Yeah, you're right, but dinner with his parents?" I tell Chubby about Robby's idea that he and I sleep at each other's house on weekends." Chubby says, "Ballsy move on Rob's part, but I can see his point. Make the transition easier for when you two are living together." Yeah, I guess.
After parking the Jeep in the Dicker's driveway we walk to the backyard and see Robby and his parents drinking lemonade sitting around an outdoor table with a big umbrella over the table giving them shade from the hot sun.
Robby gets up and gives me a hug and a kiss on the lips. My face gets hot and red as Robby bumps fists with Chubby. Chubby's flashing his awesome smile, saying, "We meet again, huh, Mr. and Mrs. Dickers. Nice seeing you guys."
Mr. Dickers stands up, saying, "Yes, Jeffrey, we should have Rob's crew over more often." Then he looks at me, asking, "And who's this handsome young man?" Quite the kidder, that Mr. Dickers. He holds out his hand and I shake it with an uncertain grin, "Nice to see you, Mr. Dickers," then an uncomfortable, "Hi, Mrs. Dickers." She says, "You can do better than that, Dylan. Give me a hug." I go, "Heh heh, of course," and walk around the table to do a awkward standing/sitting hug."
We make small talk for a minute or so, then Mrs. Dickers says, "It's too hot out here for me. I'm going inside to cool off. Nice to have you back, Dylan. It'll be nice catching up on what's been going on in your life during dinner." Mr. Dickers says, "I've got some work to do, so I'll see you boys later. Enjoy a swim and there's cold beer in the pool house if you're interested." He pats my shoulder, "See you at dinner, Dylan, and you can enlighten me about your bizarre haircut." Robby goes, "DAD! You'll embarrass Dylan." His dad chuckles, mumbling, "Sorry," as he heads for the back door. I can imagine him thinking... if I'm not embarrassed by my haircut I probably don't embarrass easily. Or something along those lines. Robby says to me, "Dad was only kidding." I shrug and Chubby says, "Cannon balls!" and the three of us regress back to an earlier time and run, then do cannon balls into the pool with big splashes of water sloshing on the granite walk around the in-ground pool.
We swim, dunk each other, and float on the various blow-up devices drifting in the pool. Nice way to spend an hour or so, then smoke a cigarette and drinking a beer in the pool house deciding to drive up to North Andover tomorrow and check out those new apartments. They're not all built yet, but there's a couple of model apartments we can look at. Around five o'clock Chubby says he needs to take off to get showered and so forth for his date tonight. I say, "Yeah, me too. I'll come with you 'cause I've got a hot date tonight myself." Robby says, "Stay here, Dylan, you can shower here and wear my clothes." I shake my head, "Nah, I'll go with Chub and change at home."
Chubby gets up off the deck chair in was sitting in and says, "Let's go then," and Robby looks at me, "If you shower here I won't need to pick you up," then he says to Chubby, "Dylan's gonna stay here. We'll see you tomorrow at brunch, then drive up to North Andover and check-out those apartments.
I'll bring a check to put down as a deposit if we decide we like the apartment." Chubby shrugs, then looks at me, "Dylan?" asking if I agree with Robby that I'm staying here. I mumble, "I'll do what Robby wants. Lets meet around ten in the morning to do food shopping for brunch." Chubby says, "You got it, bro," and we do a minor hug goodbye. Robby and Chubby bump fist and we walk Chubby to the Jeep. We watch him go then Robby puts his arm across my shoulders, saying, "You need to get comfortable with my parents, babe.
I'll help ease the way. They like you a lot though, so just relax, okay?"
Jeez, Robby might have more of an 'in-charge' attitude than Ryan, except Robby's not obvious about it. Well, he is head of the household after all. I give him a little smile, asking, "What should we do now, Rob?"
To be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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