DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME
Chapter 15
By Donny Mumford
After diner at Robby's, we're in his pickup driving to the reservoir when I suggest, "Rob, my mom's at work, so we could chill out at my place if you don't feel like driving out to the reservoir." He says, "Nah, I'm kinda liking our old-time sex in the pickup, aren't you?" I go, "Actually I am.
Plus it's kinda cool imagining the occupants in the other cars around us having sex too." So Robby settled that, and at a red light he glances at me, saying, "You've been home ten days now and I was wondering if you're missing being with, um, missing being in Georgia?" He means have I been missing Ryan. I say, "Well it true that Ryan and I bonded as good friends this summer, and I miss my friends. I miss Dodger and Connor too, and I hardly ever see guys like Cory Dunlevy, Willie, and others, but I'm not missing anyone, including Ryan, the way I missed you when I was away. As for Marietta, Georgia, it's not even close, I'd much rather be here than there, period." Robby nods his head apparently satisfied with my answer and we drive along listening to the radio and thinking our own thoughts.
We stop at a convenience store where Robby buys a pack of Winston Lights for his mom. When he mentioned Georgia it made me think about Ryan and how he's always had my number where sub/dom sex goes, much like Willie did in my early days of gay sex. Both of them have giving me many sub/dom sexual thrills more exciting than a thrill ride at an amusement park. They know how to tap into my sexual submissive side during sex and even continuing some of the sub/dom dynamic after sex. The difference is Willie was dominant at a hundred miles an hour, while Ryan's dominant demeanor was more like traveling the speed limit. With Willie I burned out quickly; after a day or two I didn't want any more of his dominant behavior. Ryan, on the other hand, is more in control of himself maintaining a flexible level of dominant behavior that's enticing to me. Sex with him is extremely hot and I do miss that.
It's like, if the only thing I cared about in life was the hottest sex possible, then Ryan would be perfect for me, but that's not the case. And if I wanted to be a rich pampered submissive sex partner traveling first class around the world, then Willie would be perfect for me, but that's not the case either. I am, purely and simply, in love with Robby and love trumps thrill rides or traveling the world. That said, I have a love for Ryan and Willie although it pales in comparison with my love for Robby. The choice never was actually a choice; it was always going to be Robby and me even during the times I wasn't sure it would be.
As a seventeen year old just coming into my own sexually I fantasized about a sub/dom life-long relationship with a confident good looking guy who would take care of me as we gave each other sub/dom sexual pleasure. Now I'm more likely to daydream about a married life with Robby, and that's not to say I'm sacrificing high peaks of sexual pleasure. Robby and I have that during sex as lovers. Love rules all. The way Robby loves me is different from the way anyone else loves me, or thinks they do. I can't describe the difference, it just is. But, being honest with myself, those sexual roller coaster thrill rides of Ryan's were something special. He does sub/dom sex and subsequent bossiness almost perfectly for me. Like the way he insisted on my weekly haircuts. I had mixed emotions about that, but the way he stubbornly insisted on them and they way he did my haircuts became extremely sexual to me, consequently I had a love/hate relationship with those haircuts.
Even right now if I think too much about the last haircut Ryan gave me my dick will get hard even though I hated the haircut. There were also a number of other subtle things Ryan would do in a nicely dominant manner, bossy things that registered with me sexually. So as I said, that was very enticing to me, but I know I can't have everything. I can't have Robby and Ryan any more than I can eat my cake and have it too.
My relationship with Robby provides parts of everything, but in subtle doses. That, plus my love of a lifetime is more important than the rest. So there's never really been a choice to make; it was made a long time ago. It was made before I consciously acknowledged it to myself. Robby knew before I did that we were destined for each other, and I like that he was right about that. Staring at him as he drives I get a tingling in my balls because I love and admire him so much. I'm staring at him with a smirk on my face knowing he'll sense my stare. Sure enough, he glances at me with half a grin on his face, asking, "What?" I go, "Oh nothing, Rob, I'm just happy knowing we'll be together forever." Robby's eyes are back on the road, as he says, "Good! Let's get mushy about how much in love we are," and I mumble, "Let' s not. Lately we've been over-doing that." He chuckles, "Yeah, but its fun," then he says, in a serious manner, "You were right, you know. The time you spent in Georgia did bring us closer together. I never would have believed it possible, but it did, and you knew it would." To avoid getting sentimental, I sing, "You never know what you've got till it's gone, they paved paradise and put up a parking lot." We chuckle at that old, old song, 'Big Yellow Taxi' covered last by the rock group, Counting Crows. Robby says, "Except for the part about a parking lot, that's what I realized when you were away. I never knew how important you were in my life till you were gone."
I say, "That's sweet, Rob. Me too," and he holds his hand out to bump fist, but I hold his hand instead.
We bump off the road onto the hard-packed dirt road leading to the reservoir. Robby drives us past the weeds and crickets to the flat area surrounding the reservoir. Then drive past five or six cars and finally parks under some trees dangerously close to the rim of the reservoir; the water fifty feet below. In this spot we're mostly out of sight of the other cars. After putting the windows down, he turns off the engine and we listen to the crickets chirping, then some creature scurries away through the brush behind us.
Robby chuckles, "We disturbed a critter of some kind." I mumble, "Fuck the critters." Robby slides over next to me and puts his arm across my shoulder pulling me against his side. "You've been spoiling me, Dylan." My eyebrows go up, "Oh yeah? How have I been spoiling you?" He kisses my cheek, "Making me feel loved and like you need me more than ever before. You're always glancing at me and touching me, and telling me you love me. Things I never tire of. A person might think you've got a big crush on me." I say emphatically, "That's it exactly! I'm in love with you, but I also have this ginormice crush on you at the same time. They're different things, ya know?" He shakes he head, "No, I didn't know, but as long as you know it then I don't need to." I laugh, "Whatever the hell that means." He pulls me tighter against his side, his fingers playing with my earring, "You don't have any idea how special you are, do you?" I go, "Nope, except I'm special enough to have you as my lover for life." He goes, "You're way more special than that,"
and he kisses the side of my face again, adding, "And you smell like a baby. A really, really sexy baby." I laugh, "I'm not sure a baby can be sexy, and anyway we weren't going to get mushy tonight, remember?"
Robby murmurs, "I don't care, I'm the boss and I want to cuddle with you for a while. I love how you feel; your body excites me." The side of our heads come together as I nestle into Robby with my arm across his chest, hugging his side. The cuddling last about twenty seconds; then, after a sigh of contentment Robby's face sides over in front of mine and we kiss. He has the most wonderful lips, and his tongue feels just right. Not too big and it's fairly firm as it slides against mine making me do a low moan. I never get enough of how good Robby smells. His skin has a faint natural fragrance, different from anyone I've ever come in contact with. Blindfolded I'd know Robby from his scent alone.
I've wondered at times if I'm a freak of nature, in a good way I mean. A way that allows me to sense things more deeply than others. Like recognizing a person's scent or sexiness where others may not. Maybe the nerve endings in my body are more sensitive and therefore more susceptible to sexual pleasures allowing me to be a more of a sexual person than most. Maybe I get deeper more intense pleasure from sex than the average person. While another person may think, 'Whoa, that was good sex!' I'd be like, 'Wow, let's do that again right now.' I've read that sex-drives vary greatly from one person to the next. There have been thousands of studies by sex researchers of all kinds, but the sex drive remains as allusive and mysterious as ever. No one knows definitively why some of us are drawn to sex more than most.
Raging hormonal influences and high libidos accounts for some of it, but why in some, and not others? Robby is a highly sexual person too, so we're a good match. It's also convenient that at least one of us is also responsible about other things important in living a well-rounded life. Two oversexed individuals who only care about having sex around the clock would be an absurdly impractical way of life, although it does sounds tempting.
Our make-out tonight begins with slow deep lovers kisses made special because of our passion for one another. Being in love is truly an elegant and wondrous emotion; a uniquely joyous sense of oneness with the one perfect person in all the world. Then, as the passion drifts into another element inherent in it, a strong sense of sexual desire takes over. Lust between lovers becomes a compelling emotion. We both gasp, our lips sliding across each other's cheek. I take a gasping breath, my penis so hard it aches in my pants. Robby's lips are on my ear as he whispers, "Pull your shorts down, Dylan." Another deep breath from me as I stifle a whine of desire while rustling on the seat getting my pants off, then over my sneakers. I grab my boner to stroke it, but Robby pushes my hand away and holds my dick in his hand while kicking his shorts off. He strokes by boner twice, then leans over on the seat and puts my hard cock in his mouth. Oh, his warm wet mouth with his perfect tongue! He licks the head as my fingers ruffle through his hair.
His tongue and lips create intense sensations on my dick and I lift my ass off the seat, groaning, "Ahhh, umm, oooh, Rob."
Squirming on the seat I feel my climax roaring up on me. I struggle, moaning, "Ummm, ooh, ooh, nooo, umm..." Robby lifts his head as precum drools from my throbbing cock. I'm biting my bottom lip trying not to cum, although an orgasm is teetering right on the brink of climax. I want to feel the climax, and I don't want to in equal amounts. It would feel so good I'd shudder with pleasure, but it would be too fast. Robby's looking at my face, a mischievous expression on his, as he murmurs, "You shot a squirt of cum in my mouth. That's why I pulled off your cock." I nod my head, still on the verge of climaxing. We both look at my cock sticking straight up, shiny with a mixture of Robby's saliva and my precum. He asks, "Do you want me to finish sucking you off?" I look at him, wanting him to do it, but wanting it too last longer too. I give in to my randiness and nod my head 'yes'. He goes down on my cock again and I last twenty seconds, squirming on the seat, moaning and pulling Robby's hair until I go, "Aught, ooh," lifting my ass off the seat, my body stiff and shaking for a second before my hips hump against Robby's face and cum gushes from my cock into his mouth and throat, a supernova goes off in my head as two more squirts of cum tantalizingly spurt from the head of my cock. A moment of overwhelming pleasure that makes me shudder, then it's a drifting flood of contentedness flowing over me.
Robby's head comes up quickly. He has cum on his chin and he's coughing and snorting through his nose. I'm stroking my cock feeling some after-affects from my orgasm. The last delicious sensations buzz around my groin before disappearing completely. I breathe deeply; already sorry I didn't resist having that first big orgasm of the day. It would be awesome to be on the verge of climax again. I pat Robby's back hard and he coughs up a spurt of my cum that got sucked up in his sinuses. His eyes are watering from the coughing. Another cough, then he looks at me grinning, "That's what I deserve for sucking on the head of your cock while you were climaxing. Your jism when up my sinuses." I snort, "Sorry! That's happened to me a few times too many." He laughs, "That was fun!" His cock is sticking up hard as granite, so I asks, "You want me to return the favor?" He shakes his head, "Nah, I want my boyfriend to sit on my short pecker." I go, "Oooh, that sounds hot."
Getting off the seat, I take a deep breath savoring the fading memory of my orgasm; then, with my knees on the seat, one knee on either side of Robby, a hand on his shoulders for balance, I lift up and the top of my head bumps the ceiling of the pickup's cab. Looking down at Robby, I murmur, "You're the best looking guy I've ever seen." He grins, "That's my line, Dylan. I say that to you. Stop stealing my compliments." Grinning, I grab a fistful of his two-tone blond hair, "Your mother ordered you to ask me for a haircut. She wants it cut like Dodger's haircut in that picture he texted her."
His hands grabs my hips, as he mumbles, "I've more important things on my mind than that at the moment." My hands are now at the back of Robby's neck, my fingers intertwined, as I slowly lower my ass. Robby is guiding his boner, the head hitting my right butt cheek before he slides it over to my asshole leaving precum wetness in its wake. "Ahhh!" from me as I sit on the swollen wet head of his fat cock and it disappears past my sphincter muscle.
Blowing out air, I go, "Wow, this always feels good, Rob." He grunts, "I'll say, but please don't move. I feel like I'm going to cum already."
My shoulders do a little shudder as his fat cock head stimulates the nerve endings surrounding my anus. Leaning down, I kiss the side of his forehead, murmuring, "I love you so much, Robby. Sometimes it's frustrating how much I love you, but can't express to you the extent of my love." He says, "Thank you, Dylan. Me too, babe. Believe me, I know what you mean." I rub my forehead against his, sliding a little because we're both sweating by now.
Robby says, "I'm good now, babe, sit down on it a little more whenever you want to." Dropping my ass another inch or so, then another and we both go, "Ooooh," and then I drop down on his lap, fully impaled by his boner.
Robby's head goes back as he makes a, "Ssssshhhh," sound. My rectum burns, but I like it and squirm on his thighs. We hug as the sides of our faces slide damply together. We're both breathing little puffs of air into each other's ears. God, this feel so fuckin' good! My head moves back and our lips meet for a hot sloppy kiss, our lips sliding off then back on for another almost desperate wet kiss. Teeth scraping together, then I lift almost all the way off his boner, wait a second and then slide down his pole sitting fully on his lap again. More moans as perspiration begins dripping off our faces.
It's a typical hot humid night for late in July in New England.
Our hearts beat fast as we have another sloppy kiss with our mouths making a sucking sound as they part. Then I begin riding his cock that's now as hard as I've ever felt it, both of us whining with desire. The pleasure sensations have us moaning, our faces rubbing together, our noses bumping as sensations in my rectum grow and accumulate in the pleasure area of my brain.
We're grabbing each other here and there as my hips continue their short trip up and down in a steady rhythm. My calf muscles begin to burn, but that doesn't stop my hips from moving. The summer heat is hot, but so is our sex and I wished, as always, that it could go on forever, but Robby's struggling now. His body's tightening up and getting stiff. He grunts, does a frantic hip hump with his eyes tightly closed and I feel his orgasm flood my bowels. My rectum's so slippery I pull right off his boner and his second stream of cum splashes off my left butt cheek, then the third spurts hits under my right thigh. Reaching behind me I grab his cock and get it back in my ass to ride for another two minutes with Robby's body now loose as a rag doll under me. I'd have cum big time if Robby hadn't sucked my nuts dry ten minutes ago. Eventually I need to give in to the muscle aches in my calves and pull off his cock to plop down next to him. Robby's arms are around me immediately and we lay over on our sides, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Robby's cum drools slowly out of my ass, down my butt cheek, then continuing down my thigh.
A car horn blows, then another one; neither having anything to do with us.
It's so nice lying with Robby reliving my rare oral-induced orgasm. I don't get sucked-off very often, or 'top' very often, and the reason for that is a selfish one: I enjoy sucking cock and taking a hard cock up my ass so much I often insist it goes my way. I get harder more intense orgasms bottoming, rimming, or sucking cock. That being said, the worst climax I've ever had as a 'top' was really good. My fingers play with Robby's hair as he gives me hugs and we lay on the seat breathing quietly and contentedly without talking. Chubby used to be the only person I felt comfortable being silent with, but now I feel comfortable being silent with Robby too. I feel comfortable doing anything with Robby.
Finally he says, "I really need to take a piss, babe!" We let go of each other and sit up. "Me too, Rob. It's the beer demanding to be free of us."
Robby follows me out the passenger door of the pickup and we take a piss into the weeds standing next to each other while being serenaded by crickets and buzzed by fireflies. Two streams of piss splattering against the weeds as I ask, "Have you ever wondered why some people have a fetish for urine?"
He laughs out loud, then says, "I'd love to be able to get inside that brain of yours." I go, "No, seriously, some people get turned-on from getting peed on." He shakes his stubby penis for the last two drops of piss, and says, "Well, I'm not one of those people." We get back in the truck as I'm saying, "I know you're not, but I wouldn't mind tasting your urine some time."
Robby laughs again, "Well, I'll piss in a cup for you." I'm like, "No, I mean with your dick in my mouth." We joke about that for a while, but I was serious. Just to try it.
A little later Robby's sitting up in the seat near the passenger door with me laying on the seat, my head in his lap and my feet on the rim of the driver's side window. We switched places on the seat when we got in the truck after our piss. Robby lazily rubs my head as we think up crazy fetishes that Robby says I might like to try. Me, not him... ha ha. We get to laughing about some, but ones like playing with feces, or sex with animals or a mannequin, or sex in tight places: those fetishes we can't even joke about. To each their own of course, and we're not judgmental but neither of us can imagine doing those things. My claustrophobia makes that tight-space fetish scary to even think about. Other fetishes we joke about without cringing.
Robby says, "I'd lick your feet. In fact I have." I go, "I've sucked on your to es, but it doesn't mean we have a foot fetish. People with a foot fetish get sexual aroused smelling a shoe." Robby goes, "Pass me your sneaker," but he's kidding. I tell him, "Chubby has that foot fetish thing, or he did when he was younger." Robby wistfully says, "I don't think I have a fetish, unless there's such a thing as a Dylan Newman fetish."
We're sweaty and hot so we take off our shirts. Naked now except for sneakers we revert to being little kids. We get out of the pickup and sneak around, carefully avoiding where we peed, to sneak a peek around the trees seeing if any of the other cars are still here, and perhaps witnessing some sex. Robby whispers, "There's one over there," and I go, "Yeah, and I think that's another one behind the shrubbery, but they're too far away to see what they might be doing." Then we childishly dare each other to run around naked, but not being children we don't do that. Instead we get back in the car and mess around with each other's naked bodies some more. Rubbing and stroking, then licking, grinning and chuckling until we do an awkward sixty-nine on the seat. That leads to some serious arousal. Robby turns me over on my stomach and gets between my legs. We've fucked this way so many times it's like we both know what the other will do. I stick my ass up and spread my legs for him. He pulls my ass up a little more and roughly forces his boner inside me, then fucks me hard and fast, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," until I'm almost delirious with sexual pleasure. Our orgasms come slower then they did earlier, but the sensations at climax has us almost falling off the seat as we squirm and shudder. I squeal at climax with Robby's noisy rasping breathing in my ears.
After climaxing Robby lies forward on my back, his cock pulling out of my ass, wetly squished between Robby and my ass crack. Both of us are smeared here and there with cum mixed with perspiration. When my breathing's under control, I say, "Let's jump into the reservoir." Robby says, "That sounds good. What time is it?" I look at my wristwatch, saying, "Almost eleven-thirty, but so what? Tomorrow's Saturday." He gets off me and we both sit up with Robby saying, "We'll need to drive down that narrow road to get to the water. We're fifty feet above the water level here." I nod as he starts the engine, "Just take it slow, Rob." He drives to the 'No Trespassing' sign and turns on his high beams. We both look down the narrow road. I mutter, "It's pretty fuckin' steep," and somebody blows their horn with Robby mumbling under his breath, "Fuck you." We're both still naked of course and that brings to mind a past desire. I'd love to join a nudist colony for only guys eighteen to say, um, twenty-five. There's no such thing of course, but there should be.
It's steep going down this road that's more like a hard-packed dirt path than a road. The brush on either side of us scrapes against the side of the pickup. I'm starting to think this wasn't the best idea we've ever had as Robby is basically coasting slowly down the path with his foot on the brake.
It's a very steep first twenty feet but then the slope of the road levels out a lot. When we're ten feet from the bottom I see the bumper of another car. "There's somebody else here, Rob." He's like, "Well if so, they've got company now. It's probably an abandoned junker." Oh fuck, what if it's not! Thankfully there's level ground around the reservoir. Plenty of space for ten cars. Robby drives past the other car's bumper. The car's mostly hidden in the weeds. We parks maybe twenty feet from the other car. Robby says, "Let's see what's out there."
I grab a couple of cigarettes from the pocket of my shorts and light them both before joining Robby outside the pickup. Passing Robby a cigarette, I say, "Wish we had a flashlight." I'm looking all around in case someone is with that other car. It doesn't look like a junked car to me. Robby sees me looking around and repeats, "It's probably an abandoned car, Dylan. Who the fuck would be crazy enough to come down here other than us?" He motions with his hand for me to follow him. At the edge of the reservoir the water looks black, the moon shining off the surface. It's smooth as glass and in the dark we can't see the other side. Taking a drag off my cigarette I again look around for the occupants of the other car. It's creepy down here. Why couldn't there be someone else as foolish as us? Robby quietly says, "In 1975 a kid dove into the reservoir and his head impaled on a truck's antenna. There's supposed to be all kinds of dangerous shit under that water." I mumble, "That's a bullshit urban legend." Robby looks at me, "How do you know?" I shrug, and someone right behind me says, "It's true!" Robby and I jump a foot off the ground. We look behind us and see a middle aged man wearing a small Speedo bathing suit, and nothing else. He has long hair down to his shoulders and scruffy half-dark and half-gray whiskers, and a huge pot belly hanging over the Speedo making it appear he's naked. I stare at his long feet with abnormally long toes, almost like fingers.
Robby's pissed, saying, "Hey, what the fuck's wrong with you?! Sneaking up on us like that you scared the shit out of us!" The man asks, "What are you two doing down here? This is private property. Didn't you see the 'No Trespassing' sign?" I go, "What 'No Trespassing' sign?" The old guy holds his hand out towards me, saying, "Let me have a drag of your cigarette." I stare at him as Robby puts his hand on the hand I'm holding my cigarette in, to keep me from passing it to the guy, as if I would. He asks the old guy, "What are you doing down here?" The man is rubbing a hand over his disgusting hairy pot belly; his other hand is out towards me waiting for me to pass him my cigarette. He says, "None of your fucking business what I'm doing here, Sonny boy." Then to me, "Let me have that fucking cigarette right now!"
Getting pushy, so I say, "Get your own cigarette," and Robby tells the guy, "Fuck off," and turns to me nodding his head towards the pickup. I start to follow him, forgetting all about swimming in the reservoir. The man grabs my arm, his hand hard with calluses giving me the creeps as I jump back.
Robby turns around and gets two inches in front of the old guy, snarling, "You fucking touch him again and I'll kill you!"
Nobody says anything for a few tense seconds, then the man smiles, asking, "Either one of you pretty boys want his cock sucked?" and I hear a car door shut. Looking in that direction we see a big man walking out of the shadows into the moonlight. He has a very deep voice, asking, "Trouble, Arnold?"
Potbelly talks over his shoulder, "Not especially, just a couple of punk kids in the wrong place at the wrong time." Robby grabs my arm and pulls me past potbelly, knocking him a step to the left. We walk, not run, the fifteen feet to the pickup. Getting in, Robby starts the engine and hits the high beams. The taller man has his arm across potbelly's shoulders. In the pickup's headlights we see he isn't even wearing a Speedo, he's as naked as Robby and me.
Robby revs the engine, then puts it in gear and the wheels spin a little before catching and we lurch forward as the two men begin walking towards us. Robby growls, "I'll run those cock suckers over if they get in the way,"
and we head for the dirt path that serves as a road. It's no problem until we get to the last twenty feet or so where the slopes so steep it feels like the truck's almost straight up. The back wheels are running in place like we're stuck in snow. Looking back I see the two men are unhurriedly still walking towards us. "They're coming. Robby," so he floors it and the pickup starts going sideways. Robby's moving the steering wheel in the direction of the skid letting up on the gas. I'm watching him expecting to see some panic, but he looks calmly pissed-off.
A voice right next to me, asks, "Need some help?" and I go, "Eeek!"
lurching in my seat. Looking over I see a man's hand gripping the rim of the passenger door next to me. As I move away from the pervert's hand, sliding towards Robby on the bench seat, potbelly sticks his head in the window and grins at me. He has yellow teeth that incongruously have elaborate braces on both the top and bottom. The deep voiced man is behind potbelly leaning his head next to yellow teeth, saying, "Stop gunning the engine like a damn fool. Arnold and I will push. Wait until I tell you, then go easy on the gas pedal. When you get traction keep moving up then slope slowly. Got it?"
Robby looks dumbfounded nodding his head, then mumbles, "Yeah, okay." Robby and I exchange shrugs as the scary older men disappear and thirty seconds later we hear, "Give her a little gas, kid," which Robby does and we slowly move forward. It seems much steeper going up then it did going down, but we're moving steadily and I see in the passenger's side mirror the two men are no longer pushing. They're standing there watching us and then we're over the crest of the incline, something underneath the truck is scraping, but the truck lurches onto the flat area around the rim of the reservoir. With the truck idling we get dressed, me looking over my shoulder half expecting to see the two nearly naked men appear over the crest of the dirt path.
It takes us a minute to get into our shorts and t-shirts, then neither of us says anything as Robby drives us down the dirt road, away from the reservoir. When we bump back onto the black top road Robby speeds away and I let out a sigh of relief. We both nervously laugh as Robby tell me, "I got that sick feeling again as we were driving away. You know the overflow of adrenaline." Funny I don't have that. Then Robby's mimicking potbelly, 'Either of you pretty boys want his cock sucked?' There's more nervous giggling from both of us, but the relief is palpable. Taking a deep breath, I'm like, "What was that old movie with the mountain men? Guys in a canoe and one of them has a bow and arrow?" Robby shrugs, then I go, "Deliverance! That's the name of it. Some fat guy was gonna get corn-holed. One of the mountain men was riding his back with the fat guy on all fours making piggy sounds."
Robby's shaking his head, "I didn't see the movie." I'm like, "It was on cable a couple of years ago." Robby and I can finally relax for real when he drives us onto route 9, a four lane highway with civilization on both sides of the road in the form of stores, a Speedy Muffler shop, gas stations, and shopping malls. Robby says, "Good thing those scary mother-fuckers didn't have a bow and arrow." I mumble, "The mountain men had guns. The canoe guy had a bow and arrow," as if it makes any difference. I'm basically just babbling. That was scary.
Puzzled, I ask, "Robby, what do you suppose those assholes were doing down there?" He goes, "Probably the same thing the people in the cars around us were doing." Huh! I never think of older gay men doing it, not any more than I think of our parents doing it. Sex isn't just for the young of course, but it's how I think of it. Pretty young boys and girls copulating with each other, or pairing off boys with boys. Robby mumbles, "How about them helping us?" I shrug, "Yeah, totally unexpected." Then we don't do any talking the last fifteen minutes of the ride to my condo. Robby parks at the curb below my condo and we look at each other. "That sucked, huh, Dylan?" I say, "Yeah, kinda. You were brave, Rob. I was trying not to pee myself. And us being naked made it worse." Robby bites his bottom lip, then says, "I would have called 911 except for them pushing the truck." I go, "Maybe that's why they helped us. They realized how it would look if we told the cops that guy asked for oral sex." Robby nods his head, "Yeah, I think you're right.
They weren't evil enough to do us harm, not that I think they could have even if they tried, so they figured they better help us." That's probably a good guess, but it doesn't address our poor choice of going down there in the first place. Making poor choices always seem more obvious after the fact.
We do a sweet kiss 'goodnight' and I get out, then wave at Robby and watch him drive away. Starting up the steps I'm wondering if Robby's right about us being able to take care of ourselves if the men got dangerous. Potbelly was in terrible shape and the other guy was big, but naked like us and he had no weapon. Not unless it was hidden up his ass. Robby would probably have turned into a werewolf and scared the shit out of both the old guys.
Yeah, but the disturbing thing to me is the thought of grappling with potbelly and feeling his ugly hairy body. Ugh! Best I think thoughts of tomorrow with Rob and Chubby at the Red Sox game. Yeah, so I don't have a nightmare about potbelly and the naked big man with the deep voice.
To be continues... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
donnymumford@outlook.com
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Hoping some readers may be interested, there are books of mine published and available on Amazon.com. Anyone who has Kindle can download them for next to nothing. The books are under ten dollars. They are about a 19 year old gay boy (Oliver) who has a far different life than Dylan's. And there is a new book, 'Mike, his Bike and Me'. Please at least check them out by typing my name on Amazon.com. Information about the story in the books can be found in some detail there. Thank you.
Donny Mumford
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