DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME
Chapter 12
by Donny Mumford
When done complimenting one another for being awesome sex buddies, Seth and I talk about what's been happening in our lives since last summer. Nothing negative though, we keep the conversation light by concentrating on goofy things that happened to us for laughs. We're very relaxed with each other, having a nice time. Then, like a whirlwind, Chubby's back from the dentist and out on the balcony with us, exclaiming, "My teeth are so awesomely clean I almost don't want to eat my Moo Goo Gai Pan and get my teeth fucked-up again." He holds up a brown bag full of those little white boxes with metal
handles that Chinese take-out comes in. His other hand holds a six pack of
Amstel beer. I grin, saying, "Let me see your clean teeth, Chub!" He does a Cheshire cat smile showing me his clean super-white teeth. I go, "Niiiice!" He actually had awesomely white teeth before going to the dentist. His teeth are the perfect size for his mouth too. Some people have teeth that are too big for their mouth, like horse teeth, while others are cursed with little teeth so that too much gum shows when they smile. It's a shame really, but we're all at the mercy of our maternal parents' gene pool. A roll of the dice of life.
Seth mumbles, "I haven't been to the dentist since my old man threw me out of the house. How much does it cost to get your teeth cleaned nowadays?" Chubby sets the bag of take-out and the six pack on the little outdoors table, saying, "My dentist charges $125.00 for a cleaning and X-rays. It's a rip-off obviously, and the dentist barely has anything to do with it. He comes in at the end and looks at my teeth for ten seconds, then pats me on the shoulder and that's it. The actual cleaning is done by the sadistic hygienist using very sharp instruments to pick away at imaginary tarter, and then she uses a devilishly dangerous professional Waterpik that shoots out a stream of water thin and hard enough to cut through your gums if she's careless, or if you happen to catch her on a day she has a hair up her ass about something. You really hope to catch her on a good day, like maybe she got laid the night before." Seth mutters, "I'm sorry I can't experience that." Chubby's like, "Yeah, it's not for the faint of heart, that's for sure. Of course, as a college student I'm still on my mom's health plan, so the cleaning's basically free as far as I'm concerned. I go every six months, and look." He takes a clear plastic Ziplock bag from his pocket. It contains a toothbrush, a tiny tube of toothpaste, and a small container of floss, plus a reminder card for his next appointment." Pretending he's thrilled, Chubby says, "The hygienist gives each of her victims one of these goody bags as a present!"
Chuckling, we each grab a cold beer from the six pack as I ask, "Is this from your mom's beer stash?" Chubby lets some beer roll down his throat, then burps on purpose, and says, "Yep, directly from mom's refrigerator, where else, bro?" I chuckle again because somehow, using facial expressions and voice inflections, Chubby can make anything he says seem funny. Frowning now, and using a voice like he's serious, Chubby says to me, "And, oh yeah, mom put your latest IOU in the box with the other eighty-seven IOU's of your's and she wants her fucking money!" Pretending to be pissed-off, I shout, "Goddammit, I'm good for every single one of those fuckin' IOU's and you know it!" He laughs, rubbing my head, mumbling, "Love you, bro." Seth hesitantly chuckles along with us, not sure if we're serious or not.
We go inside to the kitchen with Chubby carry the bag of take-out food. Seth changes the subject, saying, "Can you believe I'll be twenty-one in five weeks? I sure can't." Then he adds, "I'm finally ready to explode onto the gay bar scene." I say, "I'm not sure how much 'exploding' you're going to be doing. A beer in a bar cost about what a six pack cost from a package store." Seth smiles, "Well, see right there, you guys are older than me so you've got more wisdom." Chubby says, "Very wise of you to recognize that fact, Seth." Chubby and I will be twenty-one a mere three weeks before Seth. Chubby's fixated on the take-out food. He's taking the little white boxes from the bag, opening each one and announcing the contents. "Here we have Egg Drop Soup," and he shows the soup to us, then opens another, "And the old stand by, Fried Rice," he shows us that, then opens another box, and says, "Obviously, these are the infamous Chinese egg rolls with that dastardly wicked-hot yellow mustard, or whatever the hell it is." I'm putting a serving spoon in each box as Chubby continues dramatically opening each one. He goes, "Ah ha! here's the famous, Kung Pao Chicken with chili peppers," then another little box gets opened, and, "Oh, yeah, my favorite, Moo Goo Gai Pan." Picking out another box, he goes, "This I'm guessing, from the weight of it, is the complimentary white rice that no one eats," and it is, as he shows the sticky rice to us. Seth and me exchange eye rolls, then the last one, "And finally we have here some Sweet and Sour Pork." I go, "What, no barbecue ribs?" Chub says, "Um this Chinese restaurants does lousy ribs, bro." I grin going, "Oh." He obviously forgot the ribs, I know he loves them.
We get dishes and start making our plates with Seth thanking us every ten seconds for inviting him. While eating and drinking we discuss the merits of the various Chinese foods until Chubby goes, "Oh no! My teeth are all fucked up again," and he does that big smile purposely leaving fried rice on his front teeth. I mutter, "Gross, bro," as Seth chuckles. Slurping some Egg Drop Soup, Chubby looks at Seth, saying, "I like that haircut, Seth. It's very neat. What's it called, Dylan?" I swallow some fried rice, "It's my special preppy haircut reserved for individuals who can pull off the preppy look." Chubby goes, "I can pull off that look. That'll be my next haircut," and I laugh, "You'll need to let your hair grow out on top for like two months before it'll be long enough to lay over like Seth's." Chubby frowns, "That sounds like a lot of work," and I laugh again, "Letting your hair grow is work?" After we've eaten all we can, it's obvious Chubby made the same mistake everyone makes when buying Chinese take-out. He bought too much food for the three of us to finish. We put the left overs in plastic containers for the refrigerator. It's a long shot that we'll ever reheat them though. Usually what happens is we leave the containers in the refrigerator for two weeks or so, until we're sick of looking at them and then throw everything out afraid of bacteria.
After cleaning the kitchen we each take one of the three remaining beers and drink it on the balcony smoking a cigarette. My cell phone rings, and I mumble, "I'll bet that's my boyfriend." The caller ID confirms that it is and Robby tells me he'll be right over. While we're waiting for Robby we try deciding what we feel like doing. It's Wednesday night, so we have work tomorrow and therefore don't want to be out ridiculously late. Seth says, "Lets go bowling. I haven't done that in months. Bowling's always good for a couple of laughs." Chubby suggests we go for some Richardson's ice cream and screw around at the sports complex doing miniature golf, or hit some baseballs in the automated batting cages. I'm leaning towards doing that so I can impress the guys at the driving range. Then the doorbell chimes. "That's probably Rob," and it is.
When I open the door Robby gives me a big smile followed by a kiss, then puts his arm across my shoulders as we walk out on the balcony. Chubby and Seth say, "Hey, boss," and bump fists with Robby. He keeps his arm across my shoulders making me feel funny. It's like I belong to Robby, and that thought makes my dick do a summersault in my boxer shorts. I can't remember feeling this exact sensation before. I put my arm around the back of his waist and hug him. It makes him look at me and grin. Chubby says, "Please, boys! Not out here on the balcony," and Seth's chuckling, saying, "Get a room!" but I'll bet both of them wish they had what Robby and I have. I whisper to Robby, "Our friends can all make fun of us, but we'll just laugh and say, none of them have ever felt this way." Robby grins and says, "You stole that from that old song, 'Hey There Delilah'." I mumble, "Oh, is that where I heard it.?"
Considering his baseball background, it's no surprise Robby votes for Richardson's. He wants to show off in the batting cage. We all get in the Jeep with Chubby driving, Robby and me in the back seat, Seth in the shotgun seat. During the ride I slide my hand over to touch Robby's hand and he grins at me taking my hand to hold. Holding hands is another underrated intimate thing to do with a lover. I get a little closer to Robby and he squeezes my hand leaning his head over to whisper in my ear, "If we keep this affectionate behavior up we're going to make everyone nauseous." I grin, saying, "Yeah, the guys will probably start mocking us behind our backs too." We both shrug, muttering, "Fuck 'em." We know we're overdoing the lovey/dovey stuff, but we're stuck in a groove and it probably has something to do with our separation the first seven weeks of the summer. We really should put a lid on it though, or a least lighten-up on some of our gooey lovers' demonstrations of affection.
When with our friends we know better than to do baby talk with each other, or feed each other with our fingers, or call each other sappy-sweet nicknames like sweetie-pie, or walk with a hand in each other's back pocket, which screams 'high school assholes', or say 'I love you' it the guys can hear us. That's likely to make the guys squeamish, or worse, and obviously we do not make-out in front of friends. A quick kiss 'hello' is fine, but that's as far as that should go. We know the 'guy rules', and we really need to be better at following them. Holding hands in the back seat where no one can see us skirts the rules, but it's still barely acceptable. An arm across a guy's shoulders has always been acceptable too. I mean, straight guys do it all the time. In sporting situations patting a guy's ass is totally okay as well, but Robby patting my ass when we're in line for the movies, for example, is a huge mistake and Robby wouldn't do it unless it could be done surreptitiously.
As we're walking from the car to Richardson's I get this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach expecting Ray to be here. He hangs out here a lot and I do not want a confrontation with him because he's a loose cannon capable of saying or doing almost anything. I believe his last words to me were, 'Fuck you, Newman,' as he was leaving after I was nice enough to give in a free haircut. Walking inside Richardson's there's the usual hubbub of young adults and teenagers, all mostly sober, but loud and high on sugar intake. I scan the tables without seeing Ray. So that's good! Of course he could be doing miniature golf, or at the driving range, or in one of the batting cages. He's a pretty good athlete. I wouldn't care if Ray was here if Robby wasn't with me. Ray could say something that might cause Robby to go nuclear and hurt him, and that wouldn't be a good thing.
Robby goes over to say 'Hi' to one of his old high school teammate just as someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around to see Devon, who has a fresh haircut. Not one of mine though. Damn! He's moved on I guess. Devon's holding hands with Annie Smith, who appears perky as ever. She gives my cheek a kiss as Devon and I bump fist, saying, "Hey, how ya been?" No posse boy greeting, but Devon seems genuinely glad to see me. We make eye contact for a second, perhaps both remembering our intimate experience last summer. He's attractive, or at least Annie and I think so. We talk for a minute exchanging college experiences, then Chubby calls over to tell me they're going to the batting cages. Devon and Annie walk with me and Robby catches up with us at the side door. He bump fists with Devon. They know each other from last summer's baseball games that Robby starred in. At the batting cages we watch Chubby feeding tokens into one of the machine; it's the semi-fast pitch cage. The hard balls come out fast and they're right on you quicker than you expect. Chubby has one of the smaller aluminum bat and we watch as he swings and misses at the first pitched ball, then hits the next one creating the 'Ping!' sound as the bat making good contact with the hard ball. You get nine balls for four tokens that cost a dollar, so Richardson's isn't losing any money on this operation. There are six cages and they're all filled with guys who think they're good hitters, and some of them are, like Robby.
I look over at Robby who's in the fast-pitch cage. He has his chosen aluminum bat waiting for the first pitch from the pitching machine. Then, when the pitches come flying out one after another, it's "PING!'' "PING!" "PING!" with Robby making it look easy. It's not easy though as Devon finds out when he gets in there and it's swing and miss, swing and miss. Annie and I exchange grins and she wraps an arm around mine standing close, saying, "We all miss seeing you this summer, Dylan." Sweet! Devon hits only three out of nine and comes out of the cage laughing at himself, saying, "Um, maybe the slow-pitch cage for me, huh Annie?" Seth and I try the semi-fast cage with about the same results Devon had. We take a turn at the slow pitch cage and at least don't humiliate ourselves. The slow pitches are not actually slow at all, just slower than the medium or fast pitched balls. Seth says, "A piece of cake," after making contact with most of the so-called slow pitched balls. We watch Robby show off in the curve ball cage where he has two swings and misses, hearing boos from us, but he mostly hit the shit out of the other seven balls pitched to him.
We all waste three or four dollars swinging at the various pitched balls before Chubby says, "Time for some ice cream treats." Devon and Annie go off to play miniature golf while the four of us go inside. I'm trying to talk Robby into hitting a basket of golf balls with me on the driving range. I'd like to show off a little myself. Inside I see Sonny and Bean just coming through the door. I stop for a second expecting to see Ray, but instead Jameson and Maryanne, Ray's ex-girlfriend, follow Sonny and Bean through the front entrance. Robby gets in line for ice cream as I go over to say hello to the new arrivals. It's a fist bump between Jameson and me, then Bean and I do the posse boy greeting. Maryanne says, "Hi, Dylan,' and gives me a hug. Neither of us mentions being Ray's boyfriend and girlfriend last summer. Embarrassing for me and I think for her too. Jameson tells me he'd like to come over for a haircut, so alright! He definitely needs one, but he says, "Promise me you won't give me a haircut like Sonny's and Bean's." Bean says, "Ray got one like this too, just last night. Didn't he Dylan?" I shrug, not wanting to go there, then I say, "You've got my text number, right Jameson?" He goes, "Yeah, but it'll probably be next week. I'm working nights the rest of the week." I'm like, "Great seeing you guys, I'll catch up with you guys latter."
Going over to Rob who's in line and without butting in, I tell him, "Would you get me a root beer float and he nods his head. I join Chubby and Seth at a table for four. They both have ice cream cones. I mumble, "It's like homecoming week here tonight." Chubby holds his cone over, asking, "Ya want a
lick, Dylan? It's black raspberry." I lean over and bite some off the ball of ice cream, then go, "Yum! Thanks, Chub." Robby joins us carrying a root beer float for me and a chocolate milkshake for himself. We end up sharing
everything, passing our stuff around the table. Later we have cigarettes outside and then we all buy a small bucket of golf balls for the driving range. We get four driving range stalls, one after the other, and start hacking away. It's not until I've hit a dozen really good drives that Robby notices that my drives are different from his, Seth's, or Chubby's. Those guys are hitting grounders or line drives about a hundred yards out, or swinging and missing completely. It's amazing what golf lessons from a pro, like I had in Georgia, can do for a person's golf swing. Ryan and I hit at least a thousand golf balls with the driver, and another three hundred or so with irons. Robby stops hitting golf balls from his bucket and watches me hit some from my bucket. He goes, "Wow, nice drive, Dylan! I forgot you were taking golf lesson." Chubby and Seth stop to watch me drive a few balls too. "Holy shit!" goes Chubby, "When you gonna join the tour, bro?" Naturally my next drive is a grounder, and I go, "Not soon, Chub, now that you've jinxed me."
I give the guys a few of the pointers the pro gave Ryan and me, but it doesn't do anything to improve the drives of my companions. Chubby complains, "It's uncomfortable holding the club like you told me to, bro." Him and Robby hold the driver like they hold a baseball bat. All I know is it feels good when the club connect with that little golf ball just right and you hear the 'click' and then watch it fly out there two hundred and twenty-five yards or more. Anyway, I get some, 'Ooohs" and "Ahhhs" from my buddies watching my drives soar out there, making me feel really good. It's past ten o'clock when we finish with the driving range and Robby gives me a little head nod meaning, lets go. We want to have time for just the two of us, in my bed preferably. Then I remember I didn't change the sheets after Seth and I spilled some cum on them, plus I never took our work clothes out of the washing machine for the dryer. Fuck! Sex can make you forget stuff.
We drive home sitting in the same seats we were in when we drove here. At the curb below our condos, Chubby parks next to Seth's shit box Chevy, saying, "I still need to make our lunch, Dylan. And then next week, bro, it'll be your job." Seth gives Chubby a fist bump, saying, "It's been a fun night, guys," then he and I do a quick hug before he gets in his car and pulls away with me giving him a little wave just as his junker back-fires. A grin from me and I get Seth's pretty smile in return. The three of us go up the steps to my condo where Chubby and I hug, then he continues up to his place. Robby and I go inside, and I'm like, "Just a second, Rob," then run down stairs to put the washed clothes in the dryer. Back upstairs we exchange grins without saying anything, which is a little strange. He takes my hand and I follow him down the short hall to my bedroom. Still holding my hand, Robby closes the door and pushes in the locking button on the doorknob. There's a kind of subtle authority coming from Robby that I've been noticing off and on for months now. I'm feeling it right now, reveling in it actually as I wait to see what Robby wants to do next. It's different from Ryan's in-charge demeanor. Ryan being in-charge is more obvious, and in years gone by Willie being in-charge was a sledgehammer approach compared to Robby's or Ryan's. Most of the time I don't believe Robby even realizes he's being our leader. The fact that he is has evolved slowly over the years we've been lovers. I planted the seed for this very slow developing sense that Robby's in-charge, and he's finally become comfortable as the dominant one in our relationship. Like I said, I noticed it beginning to show last year mostly, but it's been more evident since I returned from Georgia. It's like he told himself, or subconsciously decided, to finally walk through the door I opened for him a long time ago and take a noticeable leadership position for us. It's a very nice turn of events and I can't begin to describe how good it makes me feel.
Robby turns to me looking serious, murmuring, "You're so special in so many different ways, Dylan. I love you so much it's, um, it's probably ridiculous, but I don't care." I grin as he puts a hand on each of my cheeks and kisses me on the mouth. My hands go lightly around his waist, his hands slide down cupping my jaw on both sides as he closes his eyes and lightly rubs his forehead against mine, then his nose against mine followed by another kiss, a wet one on my lips. This feels strangely new as I lean against him hardly kissing back at all. He rubs his cheek on mine, then the side of his nose presses against the side of my head, his lips brushing my ear as he murmurs, "I love the way you always smell so sweetly sexy." His hands caresses the back of my head, fingers rubbing my hair upwards as he sighs, then does a long kiss on the side of my forehead. I feel adored and loved in a special way. My stomach and groin feel funny as I surprise myself by quietly gasping, not realizing I was holding my breath. Robby says, "Kiss me back, baby," and his lips are on mine again, his sexy lips. Our tongues slide together as I kiss him with all my might trying to demonstrate how much I love him and need him in my life.
Our arms go around each other hugging tightly while we kiss a lover's kiss, our heads moving as quiet moans of desire escape our throats. My cock is hard against his fatter hard cock as we do gentle humping, then another surprise gasp from me as I'm squirming against him. I barely hear myself say, "Fuck me, Robby." He lets go of me and pulls his shorts down past his buttocks with me automatically dropping to my knees, dragging my hands down his body, then wrap my arms around his butt cheeks as I tongue his hard cock into my mouth, and go, "Mmmmm." I lick precum off the head while trying to remember if I've ever been in a dreamy submissive mood like the one that's sliding over me right now. Robby's scent and the taste of his cock are so familiar yet every time it's like there's something new too.
Moving my head forward until my nose bends a little sideways against his shaved belly as his cock head gets pushed past the gag reflex area in my throat. My tongue's licking the shaft of Robby's hard penis make him shake a little, shuffling his feet, moaning, "Ooh, ooh, ummmm." Thirty seconds later he steps back pulling his boner from my mouth, it's so hard it sticks straight out, unmoving. In a crouch, I pull my pants down to my knees and get on all fours looking back at Robby. My shorts are keeping my knees close together so when Robby pushes the head of his cock against my asshole it's tighter than usual. He applies more pressure, then a little more before the fat cock head slides tightly in past my sphincter muscle with the lips of my asshole hugging snuggly around the neck of his boner just below the swollen head. My back's arching as my head goes back with me grunting, "Ahhh, ow, oooh." Robby's breathing raggedly, then leans over my back to kiss the top of my head while pushing his cock tightly up my ass; moans from both of us, "Ooooh, oooh, ummm."
Cupping my shoulders with both hands he pulls me back even tighter against his groin, then swivels his hips a little quietly moaning, "Mmmmm," then murmuring even quieter, like he's telling himself, "Oooh, this feels good." Still leaning over my back he moves a hand to cup under my chin pulling my head back so he can rub his cheek against mine before kissing me and murmuring, "I'm really, really, horny, Dylan. I need to fuck you really hard to get myself off quickly and then we'll see what we wanna do next. Okay, babe?"
I'm in a delicious trance, only able to nod my head. He starts right in fast and hard as the loud slapping sounds of his groin connecting with my butt cheeks begin. My anus is soon roaring with sexual pleasure sensations with Robby moving his fat boner back and forth over the dense cluster of nerve endings around my anus. The heightened sensitivity, the stimulation from his ever moving hard organ brings on sexual arousal and pleasure in overwhelming waves. Indescribable pleasure from my incredibly sensitive prostate gland and it's a Disney World of sexual pleasure that only anal intercourse with Robby can create in me. I've no way of knowing if my anus and prostate are freaks of nature by being abnormally sensitive, and I don't especially care. All I know is Robby's hard fat fast moving boner has me wreathing in sexual pleasure, moaning at every thrust and every withdrawal.
My rectum is an erogenous zone with every nerve ending appearing to be at peak performance turning me into a squirming, moaning sex-addicted submissive deliriously loving ever second of Robby's cock slamming up my ass. On my hands and knees with Robby holding onto my hips now my body rocks forward as he thrust with a "Slap!" sound colliding with my ass cheeks rocking my body forward, then immediately pulling his hard shaft back followed by a quick thrusts that slams up my ass a nanosecond later, and on and on goes the pleasure train, "Slap, slap, slap." Robby's grunting and moaning along with me as my muscles begin tightening, lighting flashing in my head. "Slap, slap, slap," and "Umm, umm, umm," from Robby until I squeal humping my hips splattering the hardwood floor with creamy cum shooting straight down, then again with my head dropping between my arms as I absorb the thrill of climax
with Robby now humping against my buttocks filling me up with his semen. Dizzy and delighted I sigh at the last zinging pings of climax that too quickly begin fading away. A few more thrust by Robby. then he backs away from me pulling his cock from my ass, gasping and breathing noisily.
I'm getting up on my feet with Robby helping, "Sorry about that, Dylan, but after our sexy weekend and then going two days without being with you I felt insanely horny for you." His cum is running down the back of my legs but I don't mind. I say, "You and me, Robby. It'll always be you and me." He nods giving my shoulders a hug, then he mumbles, "Let me help clean you up."
As we go into the bathroom I know I should probably have said I was horny as hell too because I was without Robby's sex for two days, as he was without me. I always hunger for his sex, but it's be disingenuous to infer I've had no sex the past two days. That would be an outright lie and I won't do that. I saw the flicker in his eyes when I didn't immediately commiserate with him about me being really horny too. It makes me feel unworthy of him, but at least I'm being honest. I sometimes wish I didn't have such a strong appreciation for sexual diversity. Now that I think about it, Georgia was good for me in that regard. In all the time I was there I only had sex the one time with Jeff Morgan, and twice with Bradford Blake. And that was during the first four or five days I was in Marietta, and then nothing with either of them after that. The only other sex I had, besides with Ryan, was the half dozen times I was with Timmy-two-inch, and that barely counts. I've been home five days and experienced side-sex with more guys than my entire time in Marietta. The abundance of opportunities at home can be considered both a blessing and a curse.
Robby's so considerate cleaning my ass, but even more so for not mentioning my probable side-sex. Of course that makes me feel guilty, and as I said, unworthy of him. Just the other day I asked Robby if he thought I was worthy of him and as the words were coming out of my mouth I knew they sounded like I was fishing for compliments, but I wasn't. I was serious even though I knew in my heart he'd say I was more than worthy, which of course he did. He's too nice to say otherwise. It's actually me who needs to convince myself I'm worthy by my actions, not my good intentions.
Cleaned up now, Robby again takes my hand to lead me back to my bedroom where we flop down on top of my bedspread. Robby cuddles and hugs me while gentle rubbing his nose and forehead against mine like he did earlier, and again he makes me feel special. He does soft kisses with little hugs, then murmurs, "I think the reason I'm so amorous tonight is because I had a dream about us. I woke up in the middle of the night apprehensive. It was just last night that I was strangely sort of scared about something. Then I remembered the dream I was having. You and I were in a locker room together with just our shorts on. I had the impression we were doing the massaging we used to do that first summer we worked together. In the dream, after touching quite a bit, we start to do our first kiss, but we never complete it and that's when I woke up. Dreams are freaky anyway, but it disturbed me that in the dream we never finished our first kiss. We had to have that first kiss because it led to everything else for us." I go, "Yeah, but we did have our first kiss."
Flopping over on our bellies, Robby's arm goes over my back pulling me against him. We're facing each other, our faces close together with only some moonlight through the window to see by. He grins, "I know we had our first kiss, but what if we didn't. Like maybe the dream's predicting something we won't finish in the future." I ask, "Like what?" and he says, "Like anything or everything. I want you and me to finish everything, but in the dream we didn't. It made me think about what my life would be like without you in it." I go, "You don't need to worry yourself about that. I promise." He nods, "But it's still a spooky dream." Touching his cheek with my fingers, rubbing where he has some short curly whiskers, I ask, "Do you dream of me often?" He says, "All the time, but they're mostly day dreams." That's so fucking sweet! I say, "I love you," and we do some sweet kisses and talk about our early days of being shy with each other. Those memories seem so innocent to me now. Sweet and innocent. It's maybe an hour later that Robby glides over top of me and spreads my legs, but this time I go up on my knees. He does too, then lays his chest against my back as he again pushes his cock up my ass for a slow luscious fuck. Then, with his arms around me and my head turned we can kiss as we have sex.
It's beautiful sex and my cock is soon sticking straight out extremely hard and barely moving as Robby slowly fucks me and hugs me with our lips together kissing through it all. My climax comes on slowly too. It builds and builds until I'm moaning into Robby's lips as we kiss. Only his hips move thrusting his iron boner that never stops steadily moving inside me. Both our bodies get tight with me whimpering Robby's name and then lightning strikes
again in my head as Robby moans humping against my ass, his orgasm creamily shooting inside me as I squeal with cum streaking out from my throbbing cock, then again, and a third time leaving me whimpering with pleasure. Robby's holding my trembling body and then the crescendo peaks and it's sighs and deep breathing as we slide over to lay together with Robby arms still around me and part of his cock still in my ass. A beautiful moment broken temporarily by a unwelcome flash of memory. It's Key West when Willie and I would go to sleep with his long cock up inside me. Robby's caress banishes that intruding brain fart and I nestle in with him a little tighter.
We both fall asleep and don't wake up until dawn. I shake Robby's shoulder and he goes, "Huh, wha...?" "Robby it's almost light out." He sits up, looks around, then picks up my wrist to check my wristwatch and goes, "Balls! It's five o'clock." He's grinning as he jumps out of bed. I get out too helping him find his clothes. He's dressed in thirty seconds, kisses my lips, then stops to look me in the eyes, saying, "I loved last night with you." Then
he runs for the front door with me behind him, saying, "I did too, Rob." At the door another kiss and a grin from him, then he's gone. I watch him skipping athletically down the steps, he hops into his pickup and zoom... he's off. Smiling and feeling wonderful I walk back to my bedroom and climb in bed, under the covers this time. As I move off a scratchy cum patch from when Seth and I were in bed together, I think how I loved the fact Robby wasn't the slightest pissed off about us oversleeping. He had every intention of sleeping at home last night, but when I woke him it was like... a grin from him and, "Oh shit!? Ha ha." I really like that about him.
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