DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME
Chapter 5
By Donny Mumford
Standing in the Dickers' driveway Robby and I watch Chubby drive off in the Jeep. The three of us had a swim in Robby's backyard pool, then an iced cold beer and a smoke in the pool house while making plans to check out new apartments being built near Merrimack College. It's now a little past five o'clock on a Saturday afternoon and time to get cleaned-up for dinner. I'd be more comfortable doing that at my place, but Robby convinced me it makes more sense for me to shower here. It'll save him a drive over to my condo to pick me up and then drive right back to his house. I ask, "What are we gonna do now, Rob?" He grins, "Whaddaya think? We're going to shower and maybe mess around a little later on." I nod my head but I'm feeling uncomfortable about having sex in Robby's bedroom with his parents in the house. What if they come upstairs and hear the sounds of us fucking? At Ryan's his parents had no reason to venture up to my bedroom on the third floor so I felt more comfortable there.
I'm following Robby towards the back door of his house when he stops and takes my hand. I go, "No, Rob! I feel weird holding hands in front of your parents." He goes, "Yeah, okay, me too. I just thought you might want to," and as we go inside, I say, "Normally I would, but not in front of your parents." His mother's in the kitchen grating cabbage, for coleslaw I imagine.
She looks up saying, over-enthusiastically, "Oh my, it's so nice seeing Robert beaming again now that you're back in town, Dylan. Welcome home, son." She means well but she's usually over-the-top about everything. It's either fantastically wonderful or call 911. Very little middle ground with her and just now she managed to embarrass both Robby and me at the same time.
Robby mumbles, "I'm not beaming, mom, I'm just happy Dylan's home like everyone is." Robby's dad is the opposite of his mom; he's too serious all the time. Mr. Dickers is all about his business. Robby was similarly very serious when we first started going out, certainly too serious for a seventeen year old, but he's changed. He's still extremely conscientious, but he lightens-up at times too and I know I've been a good influence on Robby in that regard.
As we go upstairs I realize how infrequently I've been in his bedroom. At most just a couple of times before this. It's usually my bedroom we gravitate to because mom's working most of the time Robby and I want to use my bedroom for sex or general messing around. This morning was the exception as she was in bed when Robby and I had great sex together. My mom was sleeping though, and there are two tiled bathrooms absorbing sounds separating our bedrooms, meaning our bathrooms are back to back. Robby's bedroom overlooks the backyard with his parents bedroom across the hall one door down and that's too close for comfort if you ask me. The sound of my involuntary squeal at climax carries, so I'll need to be conscious about that and try keeping it down. A potentially awkward situation though.
Robby says, "Would you mind taking your shower first while I answer a couple of emails?" I shrug, "Okay, Rob," and pull my t-shirt over my head, then sit on the edge of his bed to take my sneakers and socks off. Robby has a double bed and his bedroom is larger than mine, but not by much. It's a normal size bedroom where Ryan's is spacious, and forget about Willie's.
Willie has a suite with all the electronic toys you can imagine to go along with the expensive looking furnishings throughout. His bathroom is ridiculously large with everything sparkling clean and gleaming. It's cleaned every day by a cleaning lady. I'm sure there's a politically correct word nowadays for 'cleaning lady', but I don't know what it is. Maybe it's 'maid'.
Dropping my shorts I pad into the bathroom naked rubbing Robby's head as I go by him at his desk. He looks up smiling, "It's awesome you're with me at home, Dylan. It seems more special here than at our college apartment." I mumble, "Yeah, it's, um... different." In the bathroom I'm not sure if it would be more impolite to close the door or leave it open. At school we only close the door when doing number two, but leave it open for every other reason one uses a bathroom. I leave it open. His bathroom has a tub with a shower curtain, not a separate shower stall like I prefer. Robby calls out, "There are clean towels and washcloths under the sink." I'm like, "Yeah, thanks, Rob." Taking a clean towel and a washcloth I hang them over the shower curtain rod at the foot of the tub and turn the water on. Oooh, good water pressure! It's a quick shampoo and shower using Robby's manly scented bath gel and shampoo. When I turn off the water I see Robby's through the translucent shower curtain taking a piss in the toilet.
As I'm pulling back the shower curtain, Robby's turning his head, asking, "Nice shower, huh?" I go, "Yeah, great water pressure." He smiles, "Damn, you've got a hot body, Dylan." I mutter, "Thanks, and it's clean too." He finishes peeing and drops his shorts, telling me, "I was texting with Dodger.
He's doing great, but he still hasn't found a boyfriend. He says Connor's boyfriend is really nice as a person, but he's not especially hot or cute, if you know what I mean." I'm drying myself, asking, "Can I use your computer to text with him?" He goes, "He and Connor just left for the PX to tie on a load." Well, that sounds like Dodger, but not Connor. I shrug, "Which of your clothes can I wear?" He turns the shower on, "Any damn thing you want, babe. Go through my bureau drawers and closet and chose whatever strikes your fancy." I hesitate to ask this, but do anyway, "Um, is there any kind of dress code for dinner?" He laughs out loud, then says, "I assume you're joking," and I go, "You assumed correctly." I didn't think there'd be a dress code, but it doesn't hurt to be sure.
Standing in front of his bureau naked I'm checking out the stuff neatly arranged on top, then use Robby's Mennen's Original scent deodorant because it smells good. Robby's been using this deodorant since he noticed the scent on me way back when. He has a couple bottles of cologne too; probably Christmas gifts, but we never use cologne. Going through his bureau drawers I see Robby's got some cool clothes to choose from, but I don't take his new stuff. Instead I choose a much-worn Red Sox t-shirt, a pair of his jockey shorts, 'cause it's sexier wearing his jockey underwear than boxers, and a generic pair of cargo shorts. Why do we say 'pair' of pants when we mean one? Oh well there's probably a reason and I probably don't care what it is.
Instead of putting my sneakers back on I step into an old pair of Robby's top siders without socks. I'm not a snoop so I don't check the 'History' on Robby's computer. Logging in to my email I see one from Ryan. A short email saying he hopes my trip home was okay and he misses me. I write a short email back reassuring him everything went okay and thanking him for driving me to the airport. Then tell him how much the taxi fare from Logan to home was. Then say I miss him too, but don't get too deeply into it. They are some texts that I respond with some humorous quips. At least I think they're humorous.
Lying on Robby's bed I'm evaluating if I was fair to Ryan this summer and conclude that I was. Neither of us has much to bitch about the other. He got too much into himself the last two weeks going overboard with Mike at night, but then Mike was Ryan's first boyfriend so I can understand him getting carried away. To his credit he continually apologized for ignoring me, but couldn't help himself I guess. Anyway it worked out well for both of us in the end. I've always thought Ryan was a sexy mothafucka, as Dog would say. Still, sex with Robby is on a different plateau somehow. Plus, afterwards our sex seems more meaningful than side-sex, which is primarily physical more than anything else. Still I enjoy side-sex a lot although sex with Robby can't be duplicated by anyone I've had buddy sex with, including Ryan.
Sex with Robby makes me feel special because we both care a great deal about sharing mutual pleasure during sex. Giving a side-sex buddy pleasure rarely enters my mind. I know he must be getting pleasure from it, but that's not really my intention. Side-sex buddies are doing it pretty much for themselves. During sex with Robby our physical bodies, plus our hearts and souls, are pleasured. That's because we're in love with each other.
It's sounds improbably silly for me to say Robby and I were destined for each other, but I don't know, maybe we were. It's a fact I forced myself to meet Robby and he's the only person I've ever met like that. God knows we'd never have met otherwise. We were both shy, Robby more so than me. Was it fate that fat Carl forced himself on me, which led to him appointing me as editor of the school paper my senior year? I mean, if that hadn't happened I wouldn't have had a reason to approach Robby about having him write for the paper. Fate or destiny? It wasn't till later I learned Robby was infatuated with me even before we met. So it seems like destiny, or maybe someone could say it's merely coincidence. Or maybe coincidence and fate is the same thing. I've read where some `thinkers' claim fate and freewill are intertwined. And, ha ha, I wonder why I think about shit like this? There's never going to be a definitive answer anyway, so I'm going to go with the concept that Robby and I were destined to be together. It's a cool concept.
Robby walks into the bedroom naked, drying his hair with a towel, "You look like you're deep in thought, Dylan. Whaddaya thinking about?" I go, "Nothing except our destinies and how they're intertwined, or something like that." He goes, "I think we were destined to be together too, so don't fight it." I chuckle, "I'm not fighting it, Rob. I'm embracing it." Throwing his damp towel at me, he's grinning, saying, "It's about time." When Robby's dressed we stomp downstairs to the dining room. As we go I'm reciting dinner grace in my head, just in case. Then I find we're apparently going to be serving ourselves buffet style in the kitchen. "Sit anywhere you want, Dylan," says Mrs. Dickers, who's just finished setting the table.
I mumble, "Yes, ma'am," then pick up a plate and follow Robby into the kitchen. The roast beef has been sliced. Robby takes two slices, so I do too.
There are baked potatoes that I see Robby splitting and adding butter, than gravy. I do the same, then from a casserole dish that's sitting on a warming tray I spoon out some succotash of lima beans and corn that are swimming in butter. Robby picks up one of the individual salad bowls of romaine lettuce, tomatoes, and cucumbers in an oil and vinegar dressing, so I do too while wondering, 'Where's the coleslaw'? Robby and I go into the dining room and sit across from each other. He says, "Dig in while everything's hot." He begins eating as I glance into the kitchen where Robby's parents are fixing their plates. Huh, talk about informal dining! His parents join us with Mr. Dickers asking, "Do you guys want wine with your dinner?" Robby goes, "No thanks, I'm good. How 'bout you, Dylan?" I say, "No, thank you," and obviously there's no need for me or anyone else to say grace before dinner since we're already eating. Robby's dad pours a glass of wine for Mrs. D. and himself, as Mrs. D. asks Robby, "Are you staying at Dylan's again tonight, Rob?" Robby nods, "Yes, we're going to spend the weekends together, first at Dylan's and then here." His mother glances at Mr. D. who shrugs with a surprised expression on his face. An awkward silence follows, so I say, "Thank you for inviting me to dinner. Everything's delicious," and Mrs. D. goes overboard, enthusiastically saying how polite I am, finishing with, "And a perfect gentlemen too." Robby rolls his eyes at me, grinning, but says nothing. Then Mr. D. begins talking to Robby about business as Mrs., D. asks me, "What was the best part about your trip to Georgia?" I say, "Um, I guess proving to myself I can do okay in a totally alien environment." Well, that's apparently the most interesting thing she's ever heard. She tells me, "Oh my goodness, Dylan! That's so insightful! You know, that's just what my youngest boy, Dodger, said when I asked him about basic training. You boys are so courageous!" Oh brother. I say, "I miss Dodger," and she makes a face, mumbling, "The mister and I are still angry at him for pulling that Army stunt." Oh, courageous has left the building apparently.
It's not totally awkward during dinner, just not terribly comfortable.
Robby's parents remain in character; his mom's too overboard about everything and his father's too business-serious. The food? Well, Mrs. D. can't hold a candle to Mrs. W. in the kitchen. Finally Robby's father asks, "Hey, Dylan, I've been meaning to ask you, what's with all your goofy haircuts." He mentioned that outside too. Robby's pissed off, "DAD! There's nothing goofy about his haircut." His father says, "For as long as I've known Dylan he's had one unusually short haircut after another. One summer it was a mohawk, and then a skin head, and like that." Robby says, "He likes short hair, what's wrong with that?" Mrs. W. chastises her husband, "That was so rude, Bob!" and Bob says, "My apologies, Dylan. I didn't mean to embarrass you." I mutter, "No problem. Rob's right, I like short hair, but I'm letting my hair grow the rest of the summer." Robby beams at me, then says, "See, Dad." His father mumbles, "I like short hair on boys too. I didn't mean anything negative by it." Two things: one, he says he didn't mean anything negative, but he called my haircut 'goofy' which is not normally associated with any form of compliment that I'm aware of. And two, he sincerely seems to feel bad about dissing me, so that's nice of him.
After dinner Mrs. D. says, "I'm sorry I don't have dessert, boys. If my number one son had informed me we were having company for dinner, just a little bit in advance, I would have had a dessert." Robby mumbles, "No problem, mom, this was delicious." I compliment his mom on the dinner again, then Robby and I go outside for a cigarette. We don't even take our dishes to the kitchen, never mind cleaning the kitchen like at Ryan's house. There was something about the Wilcox's formal dinners that I kind of liked, but on the whole I like the Dickers' informal one better.
Sitting on lawn chairs around the pool we light Marlboros and Robby goes, "Hey, why don't I take you over to see the new construction. It's really sharp with the new office buildings and all. There's two entrances now; the one you're familiar with and the one for our design and engineering department. Remember the old storage and supply garage? It was torn down and rebuilt twice as big. New equipment too." I ask, "Did they build a new locker room for the lawn cutting crews?" Robby shakes his head, "No, it's the same as you remember it. Supervisors got a new locker room though, and with individuals shower stalls. It's really an impressive complex, but now our company's in debt up to its eyeballs." I ask, "Isn't your dad worried about that?" Robby shakes his head, "Nah, the company's getting something like a million dollars on October first, and again December first for jobs in progress that'll be finishing up, plus the landscaping side of the business is a steady cash cow." Robby goes on, "Then the first of the year our design department will complete a landscaping design for a six hundred unit townhouse somewhere in Connecticut. We're not implementing the landscaping, just doing the design." I go, "And then there's that big project you won the bids on last year." He goes, "That's right, and that's a eighteen month project that will be extremely profitable for Dickers and Son. We're doing all the foundation excavations as well as grading and laying the roads and sidewalk. And of course the landscaping, both design and implementation." I didn't know roads got graded. I wonder if they're hard markers.
Huh, and I thought his dad was running a grass cutting business. How Robby can keep on top of all those projects I have no idea. He says, "And there are like a dozen other smaller projects in various stages of completion.
We've got four full time salesmen now." Guess I don't have a head for business, but growth like they're experiencing I would think is too much too fast.
What do I know though!? Finished my smoke I go, "Ya know I would like to see the new complex, Rob." I'm not really all that interested in seeing it, but Robby's so enthused about it I want to make him feel good. He nods his head, smiling and obviously excited about showing it all off. On the way over, with Robby driving his pickup, he says, "We can still catch a movie after I show you the new offices if you want." I'm like, "Sure, what movies are playing?" He tells me three movies he'd like to see and we settle on a sic-fi one, but first Robby's pride and joy... the new 'Dickers and Son' complex.
When we drive up I don't even recognize the place. That's mostly because the area I'm familiar with is behind the new construction, plus we came in a different entrance. It's big and new and obviously the surrounding landscaping is beautifully done. There's a big wood designer-sign that reads, 'Dickers and Son' tactfully done with etched-out letters painted gold on a maroon background. Under the big letters spelling 'Dickers and Son' are smaller letters, 'Landscaping and Design' and under that in smaller letters still...
Coordinating with condominium, townhouse, row house, track home construction'. It's a big sign, and as if reading my mind, Robby says, "That sign cost two thousand dollars." then he asks, "What do you think?" Looking at the new big main office building I'm thinking it's probably modern architecture or something, but to me the building looks more like the box a building would come in, but I say, "WOW! It's awesome, Robby!" He grins, "I think so too." He drives me all around the new construction and then to the area I'm familiar with that now seems shabby by comparison. The original work area hasn't changed much other than seeming much smaller than I remembered because of the big new buildings. Landscaping, which is ninety percent grass cutting, has become the smallest part of their business. It still pisses me off that the name of the company isn't, 'Dickers and Sons', with and 'S' at the end of son for Dodger. Mr. Dickers seems petty not including Dodger just because he joined the Army. Dodger will be out in two years and he's already got his high school equivalence degree. I'm not going to bring up that touchy subject with Robby though because I don't want to put a damper on his high spirits at the moment.
After touring the grounds for much longer than I feel was necessary, we drive towards the Framingham multiplex, which is a twelve screen movie theater. On the way I'm hoping Mr. Dickers knows what the fuck he's doing. If he doesn't, and the business goes up in smoke, Robby will be crushed. He's so proud of his dad and very much depending on a career working for their company. It means so much to Robby. During the three-plus years we've known each other their business has grown ten fold. That's what seems scary to me.
Again though, what do I know? For now my boyfriend is happy about 'Dickers and Son'. Still, if anything goes wrong I'm going to be so pissed off at his father I don't know what I'll do. Oh man, I gotta start thinking positive thoughts. I'm sure they know what they're doing.
We park at the multiplex which is part of a huge up-scale strip mall. As Robby parks I see Manny Ruez and Bean, both ex-posse boys, standing outside the movie theater. Brainiac Manny and clueless Bean. Ha ha, quite a duo! They're facing away from us talking when we come up behind them. Manny has a recent haircut so he's evidently adjusted to not getting free haircuts from me, but Bean's like Sonny in that he obviously hasn't had a haircut since the one I gave him last Thanksgiving. I say, "If it isn't Theodore Tesdavery the third and my brainiac friend, Manny." They both turn around and Bean grabs me for a two arm hug, saying, "You're the only one who can remember my real name, Dylan," then he adds, "I saw Sonny and he told me you're back.
He's here with his gangsta motorbike friend. Hey, when can you give me a haircut like Sonny's?" Same ol' Bean.
As Manny and I do the posse boy greeting, I tell Bean, "Text me about the haircut, Bean. I'm happy to do it for you." Manny's quietly saying, "Dylan, you're as sang-froid as ever. Um, leaning heavily on the urban dictionary's meaning of the word." I go, "Hey, thanks, Manny, you're cool too," and his eyebrows go up, surprised I knew the 'sang-froid reference. Robby knows the boys from playing baseball a few times last summer and they bump fists, as I ask, "You boys coming out of the movie or going in?" Bean says, "We're going in. Sit with us." I glance at Robby, who doesn't seem thrilled about sitting with the guys, but he shrugs, so we follow the boys into the theater. Bean stops and whisper to me, "Um, same thing as last year, Dylan?" I'm like, "Whaddaya mean?" and he goes, "After my haircut, you know." Oh, he wants me to suck his long skinny dick and then let him fuck me with it when it's hard. I go, "We'll see, Bean." It's crazy, but I've got that same intriguing sense about Bean I had last fall. He's goofy, but his tall skinny body and long skinny pecker do something to my brain. He's buying popcorn at the refreshment stand in front of me. Shaggy head of hair on a head that sits atop a too-long neck. I don't know what it is about him. I mean, he's so clueless and not really cute at all, but there's something about him I'm attracted to sexually. Robby wants to share a medium bag of popcorn with me so that's what I get and then we all wander into the number 12 theater just as the previews for coming attractions start playing. Bean bumps Manny out of the way so he can sit next to me with Robby on my other side. Robby's concentrating on the previews only occasionally putting his hand in the popcorn bag that I'm holding for us.
Bean leans over whispering to me, his lips occasionally brushing my ear, "Are you gonna try to see if Ray will take you back as his boyfriend. I only ask because he already has a boyfriend." I mutter, "No, and I don't care." Bean asks. "What's that mean?" I whisper, "No, I'm not going to even talk to Ray, and I don't care that he has a boyfriend. Now please shut the fuck up." People behind us go, "Shhhh," and Bean turns around, saying, "Shhh, yourself. Mind your own business." I'm shaking my head slowly.
The feature presentation starts as Bean reaches over to hold my hand, again whispering in my ear, "What I was getting at is you can be my boyfriend since Ray already has one." I can't help grinning at this nut-case as I'm pulling my hand away from his, going, "Shhhh." Bean tries grabbing my hand again and spills half his popcorn on the floor. I can't help but laugh. Robby leans over, saying, "Switch seats with me," which I do feeling a tingling in my dick at the way he said that. Bean goes, "Hey!" This is a better seating arrangement, but I'm still grinning. Fucking Bean! Again I'm reminded of the difference between being in Framingham, Massachusetts, and being in Marietta, Georgia. The gay and bi boys here appreciate moi. The movie's good and the special effects are mind blowing. Soon I'm deep into the movie and not thinking about anything else. That's what's good about movies; you lose yourself for a couple of hours leaving any cares you might have behind for a while. Not that I have any real 'cares' to leave behind.
On the way out after the movie I dump the empty popcorn bag in the trash feeling a little dizzy after eating most of that over-salted treat. Outside Bean asks, "Can I come over for a haircut tomorrow?" I go, "Not on Sunday, Bean, text me next week." The four of us critique the movie and then Manny says, "C'mon, Bean, I'll give you a ride home. I gotta get up early tomorrow morning. Nice seeing you, Dylan. Rob, you too." No posse boy goodbye from Manny but I get another big hug from Bean, plus a goose on my ass. As we walk to the car, Robby asks, "What's up with that Bean kid?" I go, "He wants a haircut and I think he has a little crush on me too." Robby goes, "He's gay?" and I go, "I'm not sure; he doesn't say he is." Actually I know that Bean doesn't think he's gay. He's like Sonny and only does the male sex parts meaning the screwing and getting his dick sucked. That would be too much information for Robby though. Plus, we keep any side-sex we happen to come across to ourselves. And I not sure I'll have any side sex with Bean anyway.
Robby asks, "Ya wanna get something to drink, or maybe a cone at the Dairy Queen?" Shrugging, I go, "Sure, if you want to." At the Dairy Queen, for once, there's no one here I know. Robby buys us both a chocolate dipped medium cone and we sit at a picnic table licking them. Robby says, "Damn, I can't get over how it feels funny seeing you right here next to me. It seems so long since we just hung out together. And I realize now that I was missing you more than I even thought I was." I go, "That's so sweet of you to say, Rob. I missed you too and I'm glad to be right here with you right now.
Really glad," and I lean over bumping my shoulder against his. Surprising me he then leans his head over and kisses me on the lips. His lips are cold from the soft serve imitation ice cream. I even blush a little while looking around. Robby chuckles, "Hell, you're the one who got me showing affection in public and now you're worried someone saw us kissing." I say, "I'm not worried a bit, and may I say you're an excellent student too for learning so well." I lean over and kiss him on the lips. No one is paying any attention to us, which is the way it should be.
After finishing the cones we ride towards my condo as Robby's asking, "Remember all the times we had sex in this pickup, babe?" I go, "Yes, of course I do. Many awesome memories, Robby." I'm staring at the side of his face feeling very attracted to him and he hasn't done anything especially bossy or been particularly in-charge about anything. He's just being himself which I find irresistible. Not only his handsome looks with his pathetic, although very sexy little mustache, but he seems macho to me. Maybe it's the way he was talking with his dad about business sounding very knowledgeable, and his dad asking Robby's opinion about a couple of things. I respect and feel proud of Robby... ya know, proud he's 'my man'. It's goofy, that 'my man' stuff, but it makes my dick move just the same. He turns his head grinning and looking boyish as he says, "I could feel you staring at me, boyfriend." I quietly ask, "Would you do it with me in the pickup tonight, Rob?" He goes, "Damn, I was just thinking about that, but was worried you'd think it was dumb." I go, "No, it'll be cool. How about at the end of the Subway restaurant's strip mall?" Robby looks at me, "You got it, babe, I remember that place." It's a five minute drive to the six-unit strip mall with only the Subway shop still open this late at night. At the end of the strip of stores Robby turns onto the dark alley and parks halfway between the store front, a UPS store, and the dumpster at the end of the alley. He puts the electric windows down, then turns off the pickup. It's dark and quiet with only the faint sound of an occasional car going by on the street thirty yards behind us.
There's also a faint but gross smell coming from the dumpster twenty feet in front of us. We look at each other and make a face, then say almost at the same time, "What if a cop car...?" Then Robby says, "We must have been crazy to screw here. Cop cars patrol these stores when they're closed." I'm looking around, mumbling, "Yeah, and the dumpster smells like something died in there... what were we thinking?" Robby starts the engine, asking, "Where else did we used to go when we screwed in the pickup?" I go, "How about that lover's lane place near the reservoir?" Robby puts the windows up, and backs out of the alley, saying, "That's a twenty minute ride, Dylan." Whatever, I want a trip down memory lane so I'm like, "Yeah, but it'd be fun to relive our pickup truck sex days, ya know?" Robby mumbles, "Okay, whatever makes you happy, babe. I don't want you taking off to Georgia on me again." I don't appreciate that comment, but I let it slide.
It's more like a fifteen minute drive, not twenty, but I don't say anything about that either. Instead, "Um, Robby, just how mad at me were you about my Georgia trip?" He goes, "I don't have a right to be mad at all since it was my fucked-up idea of inviting Danny Monday to live in my house. That's what caused you to go on that little sojourn." Only partially true, but I let that go too as Robby's adding, "That being said though I still found myself royally pissed that you were with Ryan. It was many a night I had a hard time falling asleep thinking about that." I mutter, "Oh... I'm sorry." He goes, "I missed you and I was jealous you were doing so well there. In your texts and during our phone conversations you sounded, um, happy. You were sure having a better time than I was. But you're here now so lets not talk about anything except the future, okay?" I nod, "I'm with you, no more talk about the beginning of the summer." Yeah, nothing good can come from that.
I feel bad thinking about Robby in bed alone being sad because I was in Marietta with Ryan. I meekly say, "We weren't sleeping together, Ryan and me, just so you know." He glances over, "That's good to hear." Technically we weren't sleeping together. That's not a lie! As Robby drives I rub his shoulder or play with his hair telling him the reasons I love him. He's smiling while slowly shaking his head, but loving everything I'm saying. He's pretending he doesn't believe a word of it. The truth is I'm feeling a deep intense love for Robby and desperately want to make love with him. When Robby drives off the road pass the 'No Trespassing' sign to the lover's lane area we see only two other cars parked with their lights out. Robby parks in a spot close to the reservoir where neither of the other cars is close enough to hear what we're saying, or they're saying.
The windows are down in the pickup since the air conditioning is off.
Robby slides over on the bench seat, away from the steering wheel, and puts his arm across my shoulders for a hug. I turn my head looking him in the face and murmur, "Seriously, Rob, I'm sorry for abandoning you, but it made me realize how deeply I love you and want to be with you always." He tightens his arm around my neck, "I'm going to take care of you forever, Dylan, and I know we'll be very happy together. Do you like my idea of us sleeping together Friday and Saturday nights?" I say, "Of course I do, I love sleeping with you. Um, but don't you think it'd be better to stick with my bedroom since my mom works nights?" He grins and reaches his other hand over to squeeze my nose, "No I don't think it'd be better, you cute thing. Just thinking of you sleeping in my bed at home gives me chills and thrills." I shrug, "Your parents didn't seem enthusiastic about the idea." He grins, "Well then, you and them will just have to get used to the idea because that's what we're doing." Oh! Well I liked that bit of assertiveness, but it's still going to be awkward and uncomfortable for me with his parents there. That's a concern for next weekend though. I'll worry about it then.
I start to say something but he puts his finger on my lips, going, "Shhh, that subject has been debated and we both agree, right?" Oh boy, I like that assertiveness although I wasn't going to say anything about sleeping in his bed like he thought. Twisting around I put my arms around the back of his neck with my face close to his, murmuring, "Yes, I was going to say that you have the final word anyway, mister head of the household." He smiles, "This head of the household thingie works for me," and our lips meet for a lover's sweet kiss, then the sides of our faces slide together as we hug one another tightly murmuring words of love. Robby's so awesome I have that squirmy feeling all over. It's like the way Ryan makes me feel when he's being dominant. It's the most wonderful feeling knowing how much Robby loves me and I've not a doubt in the world he's going to take care of us both. This is even a better submissive feeling though because Robby created it. I have complete faith in Robby like I used to only feel only with Chubby. I'm hugging around the back of Robby's neck too hard and he goes, "I love you too, Dylan, but I gotta breathe." I loosen my hold and kiss the side of his slightly damp forehead holding the kiss for a bit, then say again, "I love you, Robby," and we get into a feverish-hot make-out getting sweaty in this hot humid night air. Maybe ten minutes later a gasping Robby says, "Get your clothes off, Dylan, all of them," and he begins taking his off.
We're soon both naked with our clothes on the floor of the pickup. Our hands travel over each other's body in the semi-dark with only the faint glow of a quarter moon lighting the night. With my fingers in Robby's hair I drop my head and suck on his right nipple moving my tongue around it until it's standing out from his chest, hard and at attention. He lifts my face with his fingers under my chin and we kiss, Robby's tongue slipping into my mouth. My boner is poking his as we squirm against each other on the seat.
"Oooh, Robby, mmmm, let me suck your cock." He puts a hand on my head guiding it down to his lap, his boner poking my cheek. I get it in my fingers, stroke it three times and then suck the pre-cum off the head. I love sucking his cock so I take most of the fat four inches in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it while sucking with my lips on the last inch of the shaft, my nose against Robby's groin area that I shaved smooth last night. Oooh, he smells sexy even being a little sweaty. Pushing my face flat against his belly forces the head of his cock into my throat. I bob my head on and off the head with Robby grunting and groaning, lifting his ass off the seat while rubbing my shoulders and head.
Gasping for air I pull his cock out of my mouth and lick his balls as he lies back on the seat sighing and moaning with sexual arousal. I'm on my knees between his legs, his knees are in the air, his head lying back on the seat near the steering wheel. I lick under his balls trying to reach his asshole. Robby lifts his ass off the seat and my tongue licks right over his asshole a half dozen times, then I grunt as my hips hump and a squirt of cum flies out splattering on the seat near his buttocks. When he squirms on the seat he smears my cum on his right butt cheek. Holding my breath I do nothing for a long minute until my urge to climax passes. Robby asks, "You okay, Dylan?" I nod, "I shot a spurt of cum on the seat and it's smeared on your ass a little, but I'm under control now." I go back to licking his ass until I can get my tongue inside one time, then again and again until Robby moans, "Wait, I'm gonna cum." Pulling my head away, I mutter, "I'll get around the other way," and I turn around facing away from the steering wheel on my hands and knees with Robby clumsily getting up on his knees behind me.
He smacks my ass, "SLAP! SLAP!" then pushes the wet head of his fat boner against the lips of my asshole. Instead of humping it into me he moves the head over my asshole and up my short ass crack, then down over my anus again.
I'm panting with anticipation, very turned-on from sucking Robby's cock, balls, and asshole. Two more slaps, "SLAP! SLAP!" on my ass with his open hand with me yelping and hopping up off my knees loving this small show of dominance from Robby. He's pushing his cock's head on my anus now and the lips spread, spread, spread and then, "Aaah," it's inside past my sphincter muscle. "Ooooh," I tighten my buttocks muscles and mover my hips, "Feels so good, Robby." Two more ringing "Slap! Slap!" gets my buttocks really stinging now as I get that delicious submissive feeling. My shoulders shudder, partly from surprise because feeling submissive to Robby is unexpected. I grovel in the sexiness of being submissive to my big bad dominant boyfriend and lover, murmuring, "Robby, it feels so good." He presses forward driving that fat boner of his up my ass as I'm holding my breath again. His hard cock feels fatter tonight as my anus stretches wide for the head, then the head's followed by the shaft that slides tightly over my prostate. My whole body shudders as I moan, "Oooh, ummm, tight, yeaaah." Then Robby's very tightly against my ass. He leans over lying on my back, murmuring, "I'm sorry I hurt you, Dylan," and then a kiss on the side of my face. "It's feeling really good now, Rob," and he kisses me again then goes back up on his knees, grabbing my hips.
Ryan got my ass trained and used to taking fat boners like his, but the last two weeks we didn't do it much, so Robby's retraining my dumb ass all over again. I absolutely love it and love that Robby's got my butt cheeks burning hot and stinging from that little spanking. The initial pain of penetration and that spanking actually seems to increase the sexual pleasure that follows. Robby pulls his cock back almost completely out of my ass, then it does slip out. He grunts and moves the cock head up my ass crack again with me whimpering with sexual desire. The head spreads the lips of my asshole again and he pushes it all the way in quickly this time with my back arching and me grunting, "Oooh, umpth!" Then the sound of males fucking bounces off the windshield, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," with Robby's fingers digging into the flesh on my hips. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," as I moan at the sexual pleasure my lover is giving me. I clench my buttock muscles to make it even a tighter trip up and back in my rectum giving Robby as much sexual pleasure as I can at the same time he's giving it to me.
Three, four, five minutes of sexual ecstasy. By now my forehead is on the seat and Robby's completely laying on my back with his arms wrapped around my stomach, his hips moving fast and hard driving his fat hard cock up my ass with a loud, "Slap!" at each hard thrust. I'm moaning a mantra of, "Ah, ah, ah," with every "Slap" of his groin smacking against my ass cheeks.
"Ah, ah, ah," and "Um, um, um," from Robby as my climax builds and builds with sweat forming on my buttocks, face, and between Robby chest and my back as he pounds his cock inside me. Too soon Robby's body gets stiff on my back as he makes a desperate whining sound, now plastered to my ass humping against my buttocks. Hump, hump, hump, and every muscle in my body gets tight as I squeal with cum gushing from my throbbing boner at the same time Robby's cum splashes off the walls of my bowels. It's an simultaneous explosion of sensations from the roots of my hair all the way down to my curling toes.
Enormous climax sensations from my sizzling prostate and anus, then more cum pulses from my cock and the millions of nerve ending from my balls to the head of my cock vibrate so pleasurably I can't think of anything else.
Robby's thrusting his boner gasping and hopping an inch off my back with each thrust. My legs go back to lay flat on the seat with my knees bent and my toes hanging out the side windows as I lay in my own spunk. Finally Robby stops humping his hips and we both make gasping deep-breathing sounds.
All of a sudden it's surreal how quiet it seems. Almost so quiet I can he ar my thundering heart beating against my ribs. Then as reality storms back to my brain I hear somebody blow the horn of their car a few times. Did they hear me squeal? My breathing calms down at the same time my heart rate approaches a normal beating. I feel sweaty and exhausted, but totally wonderful at the same time. Robby takes another deep breath and I feel his chest expand against my back, then he murmurs, "I love you, Dylan, and I love, love, love having sex with you." He lifts up off me and we bump against each other getting in sitting positions. I say, "Me too, Rob," as he's reaching into the glove compartment for Handi-wipes. He passes me a few sheets and he takes a few. We swipe up as much cum off the seats as we can see or feel in the dark, then he says, "Lift up, Dylan," and he wipes his drooling cum as it leaks from my ass. Robby mumbles, "What an orgasm, babe. There's probably going to be cum dripping out of your ass all night." I grab some Kleenex from the pocket on the door and sit on the tissue, saying, "You know what, Robby? You fuck the best climaxes out of me." He slides over tight against my side with his arm wrapped around the back of my neck and our faces come together for a sweet lover's kiss. Then he murmurs, "You and me are going to have so much sex together you won't even think about side-sex. Okay?" I nod my head, "Okay, Rob. You're my man." He chuckles, "Don't start that 'my man' shit again." I nestle in against him, muttering, "Well, you are my man." He grins, "Yeah? Well what are you then?" I go, "I'm yours." He rubs my head while tightening his arm around the back of my neck, saying, "I like the sound of that, Dylan. Ya know, maybe that trip of yours actually did some good. We appreciate each other even more now." I go, "See, I was right." He gives me a long kiss on the side of my face, then says, "You're always right as far as I'm concerned." We stay naked and cuddle in the car while talking about being married, saying a lot of the same things we've said before, but it seems more real when we say the stuff tonight. We get into another hot make-out getting really sweaty now with our asses sticking to the seat as we're almost wrestling with each other. Our lips all over each other's face until we're sexually aroused again and Robby fucks me with me lying on my stomach, my toes hanging out the open window again. It's a ten minute hard fucking that brings tears of ecstasy to my eyes when I climax again. It's like the best sex ever and afterward we tell each other that. I want Robby to know how incredibly special I think he is so I suck his cock after our second orgasms until his cock gets hard again. I sit on his lap facing the windshield and we fuck a third time for maybe fifteen minutes sweating like mad with me stroking my cock and finally getting spurts of spunk for my third orgasm of the night.
Love that pickup! By now we're the only car here as we try cleaning up a little standing on the ground outside the open door of the pickup naked using the Handi-wipes and Kleenex. We're giggly as Robby pushes me against the truck rubbing his cock up my ass crack until it's hard again, then with his forearm against the back of my neck bending me over the right fender he gets his cock up my ass for the fourth time fucking me really hard, my belly tight against the fender until he groans, "My cock is sore," and pulls it out of my rectum.
My cock was partially boned-up bumping into the fender with every thrust of Robby's cock up my ass. We're both gasping and finally very sexually satisfied making fun of ourselves for being sexually over-stimulated. We get dressed outside putting our clothes on our sticky bodies. Robby drives up to my condo with me hugging his right arm almost sitting on his lap. I love him so much, and he is definitely 'my man' no matter what he says.
It's one o'clock in the morning when we stagger into my bedroom with me fucked so awesomely hard I'm walking bowlegged. Robby mentions it chuckling a few times, proud of himself. Mom won't be home on a Saturday night until two at the earliest. We take a shower together without either of us even suggesting sex, then get in my twin bed wearing boxer shorts, mine this time.
We cuddle and kiss for a couple of minutes without talking before falling asleep in each other's arms. The last two thoughts before falling into a deep dreamless sleep are: Robby and me living blissfully together forever, and then, oh yeah, tomorrow's Sunday morning brunch.
To be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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