Date: Wed, 16 Sep 2015 13:13:40 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION Chapter  14

			 DYLAN'S  GEORGIA VACATION


				Chapter  14


			     by  Donny Mumford


After our wild doggy-style sex we're both laying on the floor  catching our
breath. Ryan's grinning while pointing at the trail of cum I shot  out on
the floor. Well yeah, that was a crazy-good climax. All that's left of it
now is two streaks of wetness on the shiny hardwood floor and a buzzing around
 my groin. He fucked me doggy-style, but when my climax hit me it was so
intense  I lifted up off my hands knocking Ryan backwards with his boner
pulling from my  ass. My hips humped forward so hard I thought I'd dislocated
sometime as cum  flew from my iron-hard penis with me shaking and squealing
again as another shot  of cum followed the first big one. It felt good when
Ryan's big boner slid  tightly right back up my ass too. Grunting from the
effort Ryan fucked me  rabbit-fast until shooting his creamy load inside me. I
was dizzy, overcome with  a gazillion fabulous sensations and now, five
minutes later, like I said we're  laying on the floor. When our breathing's back
to normal, Ryan's again pointing  at my cum on the floor but this time he
smacks my ass, saying, "Clean that up,  boy!" Maybe it's my imagination but it
feels like my prostate gland's vibrating  again. Struggling to my feet I
get a wet washcloth; then, experiencing leftover  submissiveness I'm back on
my hands and knees wiping up the cum with Ryan behind  me giggling and
cleaning his cum from my happy ass. Awesome recreational sex!  Less then ten
minutes later we're asleep together in my bed, both of us very  sexually
satisfied. My last conscious thought before drifting off to sleep was:  Ryan's
fucking just gets better and better.


As usual he isn't in bed when I wake-up Friday morning.  Somehow he manages
to get up during the night and pad quietly down the secret  staircase to
his bed while I sleep. Waking up with someone in bed with me is one  of my
favorite things. I don't have that, but at least he's usually in bed with  me
when I go to sleep. Robby and me sleeping together the past two years at
Merrimack has me hooked on sleeping with a sexy guy. As a matter of fact,
sleeping with Robby every single night, like forever, will be one of the best
aspects about our married life. As I lay here in bed, eleven hundred and
seventy  miles from home, I'm wondering what Robby's doing right this second. I
know he's  not sleeping with anyone because there's no secret staircase in
his  house.


Feeling especially frisky this morning, I jump out of bed and  pull on
boxer shorts, then pad quietly down the steps. Huh, Ryan's still in bed
sleeping. Wait, he must sense I'm here because one eye pops opens. He grins and
throws the covers off. Still naked from last night's sexual activities, he
picks  up his limp dick and wiggles it at me. My turn to grin. Going over to
his bed, I  hop up on it, get between his legs and go down on his cock knowing
full well it  was up my ass doing a fantastic job of fucking me eight hours
ago. I slurp on  his big penis noisily, the way Timmy sucks-off Brad.  Lappi
ng at Ryan's  cock, slurping on it, sucking it like a lollipop then licking
his nuts and  stoking his eight inch penis gets it very hard, very fast. He
pulls his legs  back so I hold his boner in my fist and rim his ass lapping
at it and then  getting my tongue inside his asshole. Ryan's been squirming
on the bed groaning  and fidgeting and seeing how aroused he is gets me
equally aroused. Thirty  seconds of rimming, then I'm back to slurping on his
cock as I push my finger up  his ass and rub his prostate... a little payback
for him recently milking my  nuts. Ryan can't resist all the wonderful
sensations coming from his body. He  offers no resistance, only quiet moans,
"Ummm, oooh, feels so good." I've got  him now. He knows he's going to cum, but
like he said, it feels so good he can't  do anything about it. His
approaching orgasm has captivated him and it's too  late for him to push my head
away. He should have done that after thirty seconds  of me rimming his ass. The
combination of me stimulating his highly sensitive  prostate gland with my
finger, plus sucking on the head of his cock with it's  millions of nerve
endings has created too much pleasure for him to resist.  All he can do is
quietly moan and squirm on the bed with his brain overloaded  with sexual
pleasure sensations. His body will do the rest on it's own... it's  called climax.
I know how he feels, and it is irresistible.


Ryan's panting and moaning, his body constantly moving on the  mattress
with his ass coming off the bed spastically every few seconds. It's  kinda
funny seeing him helplessly aroused like this and it gives me a glimpse at  how
it feels dominating a sex partner. Constant stimulation for two more minutes
 until his body tightens up with him groaning, then murmuring, "Aaah, ooh
fuck,  I'm gonna cum." My finger goes back and forth in his ass sliding over
his  prostate steadily. A fast finger-fucking while taking his hard boner
from my  mouth to tightly and rapidly stroke it... and it's blast-off time.
Ryan's hips  hump desperately as I stare fascinated at the way the head of his
cock swells,  the pee slit's gaping open and quivering. Ryan's head goes
back as he gasps  noisily, then, "Aaaah," with cum streaming from his nuts
flying up his eight  inch boner going straight up in the air. I'm shaking his
boner making the stream  squiggly and then it seems to stop in midair for a
second before dropping right  back down to land wetly, "Splat," landing
mostly on me. Ryan humps out another  shorter stream of creamy cum and wow,
orgasms are so cool! He's breathing hard  as I keep stimulating his prostate with
drools of cum running down the fingers  of my fist. Ryan's humping his hips
at phantom climaxes making me grin. Of  course my cock is a steel rod by
now and my balls feel very heavy, the opposite  of Ryan limply laying there
gasping at the fast fading buzzing sensations from  his orgasm. He goes, "Wha...
?" as I turn his limp body over and the head of my  steel cock hits his
asshole. Going up on my knees a little, then leaning forward  my boner slides
tightly up his ass. We're docked together with him squirming  under me,
grunting, "Ow, ow, ooh, umm."


Whoa, this feels good. Taking a deep breath I get a hand on  either side of
him and start moving my hips smoothly, hearing the, "Slap, slap,  slap,
slap, slap, slap," sound of males fucking, and it's music to my ear with
sensations flying off my hard penis bombarding me with intense waves of sexual
pleasure until everything's blurry. My hands go to his hips and lift, pulling
 his ass up a little, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," and again I sense the
inherent  dominance associated with topping, and it makes me fuck him harder.
Ryan's  moaning unable to resist the pleasures of being fucked up the ass and
probably  recalling his submissive bottom-days. The super sensitized head of
my boned-up  penis feels so good I could scream. Oh fuck, this is awesome,
"Slap, slap, slap,  slap," and faster now with Ryan moaning and pushing his
ass up for more, "Slap,  slap, slap," sounds of our bodies colliding with my
orgasm building and building  and now it's coming on me fast. Milking Ryan's
balls got me sexual hot and now  this three minute fuck has me ready to
blow my load. It feels so good I get  reckless and wild with my thrusting.
Ryan's groaning and wildly humping his ass  up at my desperate thrusts. Then my
head goes back and my crotch is against his  buttocks humping and pouring
cum inside him. The sensations all around my groin  approach painful levels
but stay on this side of intense pleasure, then more  humping against his ass
with my eyes tightly closed as more cum flies from my  sloppy and slippery
cock.

Seconds filled with intense pleasure sensations, then I flop  down on him,
my chest on his back as I'm still humping against his butt cheeks  with the
last sizzling drools of cum making the six inch trip up and out of my
boner. Ryan's flat on his stomach, almost lifeless as I feebly hump my softening
cock in his ass squeezing my muscles around my groin greedily wanting to
feel  more of that delicious sense of orgasm. I'm not even getting drools of
cum  sliding out now, so I'm done. My heart's hammering fast and my breathing
comes  in bursts. The after affects of my orgasm swirl around my groin
making me squirm  on Ryan's back moaning and then we're both just limply laying
here. It feels  like cum is all around us. I know Ryan's orgasm dropped down
mostly on me  because I held his big boner straight up. Ha, I guess I
shouldn't be surprised  it came straight down after it's short trip up.


When my body's vital signs are somewhat normal I hump my cock  in his ass a
few times more, just because I can, then pull it out and lay over  on my
back next to Ryan. He turns his face towards me, asking, "This isn't the  way
we usually do it, is it?" I go, "Ta tell ya the truth, I think it got a
little mixed-up somewhere along the line." He chuckles, then asks, "You know
what?" I shake me head, looking at him, "No, what?" He says, "When you were
doing to me everything I do to you, I loved it! I was thinking that if even
one  of my dominant sex partners had been nice, just one, I'd probably never
feel the  need to rebel against being a submissive bottom." I go, "Oh, you
want me to  dominate your ass, huh?" He goes, "NO! You're my submissive
fuck-boy, but I'm  just saying it was nice feeling your cock up my ass and if
I'd come across  someone as nice as you, who was dominant, I'd still be a
contented submissive  bottom instead of raging against the idea like I do now.
Thanks to your help I'm  over that phrase of my sex life." Going up on my
elbow, looking down at the side  of his face, I go, "I wouldn't want to be a
dominant sex partner to anyone. Too  much trouble. Plus it's not my nature,
but I like topping, and while I was  milking your balls and fucking you I felt
a bit dominant. That was cool." Ryan  says, "Yeah? Well, you know of course
that you're getting a spanking for not  asking my permission to fuck my
ass." I shrug, "Mmmm, I like the sound of that."  He reaches over and pats my
ass, mumbling, "There, that's your spanking." I'm  curious, "How'd it feel,
and I'm not looking for compliments. I just want to  know if you enjoyed
getting fucked up the bum after these past few months  without it?" He says,
"Sure I did. I've been fucked up the ass probably fifty  times more than I've
fucked you, and you're the only person I've ever fucked so  I'm very familiar
with getting fucked, and you did great." I go, "I'm the only  person you've
fucked except for that kid in prep school." He turns over on his  back,
mumbling, "So you say. I don't remember fucking a kid in prep school.  Anyway,
now ya better get up there and take a shower. We gotta hurry or we'll be
late for work, but that was awesome, Danny."


The shower feels great but I can't stay under it as long as  I'd like.
Quickly getting dressed I'm thinking about the hot sex Ryan and I are  having
this summer, and at the same time I'm missing Robby's and my  indescribably
delicious lovers sex. I'm missing everything about Robby, and then  Chubby's
face pops into my brain and I feel like crying for a second I'm missing  him
so much. I'm wiping my eyes, and as I'm going down the steps I meet Ryan
coming up. He reverses directions and we go down to the first floor and out
through the kitchen to the car. He gives me the keys, saying, "You drive. I'm
 still savoring our sex this morning. The first time you ever fucked me!" I
go,  That can't be," and we discuss that with Ryan concluding, "You should
do that  more often." I'm like, "Really? You liked it?" He nods, "Yep,
although it does  interfere with me being dominant." I go, "I'm glad you brought
that up, boss.  Lately I'm not getting much of a charge out of your non-sex
bossiness." He's  like, "What? That's the whole point of my plan. Me being
dominant so you don't  have the urge to seek it from anyone else." After
blowing the horn at a woman  who cut me off, then giving her the finger when she
shouts something at me, I  tell Ryan, "I've been telling you since before
we left Merrimack that I don't  have the urge to be dominated all the time
like you think. That's in your head,  not mine. The truth is very simple, I
enjoy sub/dom sex, especially  the  way you do it, but after the sex you need
to dial down the bossiness 'cause it's  starting to get on my nerves." He's
confused, "But you've been doing what I tell  you. I assumed you enjoyed
it." I'm like, "I do what you say because I want to  help build-up your
confidence and your self image, especially around your  parents. You're trying to
help me with something I don't need help with at the  same time I'm trying to
help you with something you do need help with." I may  have said that with
more emphasis than necessary, but when I met Ryan on the  stairs I'd just
been thinking about Robby and Chubby and then Ryan brings up the  dominant
stuff and it pissed me off a little. Neither Robby nor Chubby would  approve of
Ryan bossing me around so I snapped at him a little.


Anyway, Ryan's quiet the rest of the ride to work, probably  trying to make
sense of what I said. I didn't mean to blurt it out so bluntly,  but maybe
it's best to get things out in the open. As I'm parking, he says,  "Okay,
you might be right, Danny/Dylan, but you might be fooling yourself too."  I
grin, "It's Dylan, but Danny temporarily to accommodate your dear mother's
quirky thing about names." He mumbles, "Yeah, the name thing is stupid, but
please keep doing it so she doesn't get all flabbergasted or something. I
think  you won her over anyway, but as 'Daniel'." We get out of the car a half
hour  early for work and as we're walking towards the back entrance, he
says, "Well I  gotta say that everything you've been doing since we got here has
had a positive  impact on me, so you're accomplishing your goal and I thank
you sincerely for  that. As for my objective this summer, are you saying
you don't want me being  in-charge except during sex?" I'm like, "I may have
come on too strong. Let me  clarify that. It's like when it's just you and me
doing something together, like  opening the secret staircase, you need to
drop the bossiness. We're friends  working on something together doing
something like that. When we're with others  you can be reasonably bossy because
that's part of my effort to get you feeling  comfortable around others." We
go inside with Ryan muttering, "I feel  comfortable around others." I go,
"No, you don't. Not yet, but you're making  good progress." He shrugs, "If you
says so, but I still think you're also  benefiting from me being in charge,
so I'll need to think about that. And I mean  for your benefit, not mine."


I've said my piece and there's no sense arguing about it  further. Actually
I kinda like his bossiness when he doesn't get carried away  with it. The
idea of having a sexy little boss like Ryan has it's moments, and I  really
like him so I'll give him some slack. In the lunch room we find Dog at  our
table with a steaming cup of tea in front of him. I go, "Hey, girlie-dog,
how's your tea?" and he grins, "Ah, my sorry mothafuckan gay friend and my
mothafuckan gay boss. How you gay boys doing this fine Friday morning?" I bump
 fist with him, muttering, "It's all good, mothafucka, good to see you,
dude.  Cool shirt!" Dog's wearing a t-shirt that reads... 'BLACK, by popular
demand'. I  go, "It's cool, but I don't believe that t-shirt's exactly what
either Lockheed or Martin has in mind  for a work uniform." Dog holds up his
Lockheed-Martin work shirt, "I got it  right here, mothafucka." Grinning at
him, I put my fingers in his hair. He  smirks at me but doesn't protest or move
his head. Today he has his hair parted  in the middle and it's long enough
that it's covering his ears. He  smiles, "I'm thinking about a hairstyle
that'd look tough on me, bro. Maybe when  I think of what that might be I'll
let you give me a mothafuckan haircut." I  mumble,  "And maybe I'll agree to
do it, mothafucka." He grins nodding his  head and chuckling as I go over to
make a cup of coffee. Damn, I wish he was  gay! Da'george is sexy hot and so
good looking he makes my dick feel good. It's  sexy working side by side
with him all day.


Ryan and I get coffees and sit with Dog telling him about our  golf lesson
yesterday and then Sam joins us, asking, "You guys play golf?" and  we fill
him in until we're interrupted by Josh Day who wiggles his index finger  at
Ryan indicating he wants Ryan to come to him. As Ryan goes over to Josh I
tell Dog and Sam, "I'll bet Josh is going to say Aaron's out sick again." Not
a  second later Ryan calls over, "Sammy, work with Danny and Dog again
today," then  he goes off with Josh, probably to fire Aaron's ass. I don't find
out until  lunch break that Aaron was indeed fired and Ryan's left a message
for Bill Stark  to call him back. Later, Ryan and I are just getting in the
lunch line as Dog  and Sammy are carrying their trays to an empty table for
four. While choosing a  plate of fried chicken and French fries, I say,
"Albert, you're gonna be 'the  man' at Bible study for getting Bill a job so
quickly." he goes, "Yeah, I'll  finally almost be one of the boys, huh?" I go,
"It'll probably develop into more  than just being 'in' with the Bible
study guys. You know, Bill will tell his  friends and it'll spread that this
Albert Wilcox is a cool dude." Ryan says,  "It's hard to believe how fast it's
happening. How'd the fuck did you do it?" I  mumble, "We did it together."


Carrying our trays to the table where Dog and Sam are sitting,  Ryan goes,
"And we've got that party Saturday night too, and before that  baseball
tryouts tomorrow. Believe me, it was never anything like this for me  before you
showed up." I'm like, "Ya know, I'm not clear about that party. Did  Brad
say come to a party at his house, or party with them? Two different  things."
Ryan goes, "I was in shock at the time so I can't help ya there. Either
way we're hooking up with those two and I'm nervous about it, but looking
forward to it at the same time." Dog asks, "Nervous about what?" We sit down
and  Ryan, not wanting to admit he's nervous about going to a party, says,
"Oh, um,  firing Aaron," and he tells us how that went. "Mostly Aaron was
trying to quit  at the same time I was telling him we no longer require his
services." Sammy  says, "Good," and we all look at him, but he has nothing else
to add as he goes  back to spooning pea soup into his mouth. The three of us
grin because  that's Sammy for ya. He voiced his opinion succinctly. The boy
doesn't have  a lot to say.


The afternoon goes the way it did most of the week, routinely,  and then
the horn sounds ending my first week of work at Lockheed-Martin. I  couldn't
have hoped for a much better first week, plus I earned $575.00.  They don't
deduct taxes or anything because we're part time help  considered by the
company to be individual contractors. Saves them the paperwork  although they'll
file a 1099-MISC form with the IRS, so if we do make enough  money this year
 we'd need to pay income taxes, which we won't in both cases. In  other
words the money is all mine because this summer's paychecks are the only  ones
I'll receive this year. So I'm making about a $135 a week more than I'd
make working for Robby. I'm not gonna mention that to anyone back home  though.


After work I'm having a cigarette in the parking lot waiting  for Ryan to
finish up. He's catching up on his job responsibilities which got  backed-up
when he was working two hours helping Sammy, Dog, and me do the work  of
four people. Dog's coming out of the building, so I yell, "Dude, you going to
baseball try-outs tomorrow?" He shouts, "Maybe, mothafucka, and maybe I'll
get a  haircut from you too." He's smiling, but I think the 'maybe' actually
means 'no'  in both cases. That's okay, he has his group of friends while
Ryan and I are  trying to find ours. Then Sammy walks over hemming and hawing,
"Um, ahh,  it's the weekend, Danny." I nod, grinning, "Yep," and he goes,
"Oh, huh, first  week, huh?" He rubs his nose, "Good paycheck, huh?" I go,
"I'll say! What'll you  spend it on?" He goes, "I don't know. Oh, maybe I'll
pay off one of the months  past-due rent for mom. That's $480.00, but I'll
ask mom and my brothers. Um, I  was wondering, I mean, my brother, Sly, was
asking me this morning, Golden too,  ah... you know those haircuts?" I go,
"Yeah? They want haircuts, huh?"  Sammy's persistent alright. He looks down,
muttering, "Um, yeah. Free  haircuts is actually what I think they said." It's
hard not to laugh, but poor  Sam's struggling with this so I say, "Hold on
a second," and text Ryan about  using his empty garage bay, the fourth one,
to give Sam's brothers haircuts  tomorrow morning.


Waiting for a reply from Ryan, I'm like, "Would tomorrow  morning be okay
for haircuts? That's assuming it's alright with Albert. It's his  house."
Sammy nods his head, "I don't know. Oh, uh huh, that'd be okay I guess."  For
something to say, "Dude, you looks good with that flat top haircut!" He
feels his hair, frowning, mumbling, "Golden said so too." Yeah, I'll definitely
give his brothers haircuts. It'll be fun and my good deed for the week.
Ryan  texts back that of course I can use the garage, but tomorrow morning we
also  need to cut the front lawn before baseball try-outs. So, I tell Sammy
we're good  to go tomorrow, then asks, "Can you tell them where I live?" He
nods his head,  "Yeah I can, but I'll drive them anyway. I should be there
too, don't ya think?  Ya know, 'cause I don't want any of them peeing their
pants 'cause they don't  know you." Then he asks, 'What time?" I go, "How's
nine o'clock sound?" He nods  his head, "Okay, I'll tell them, but Golden
likes to sleep late Saturday  mornings," and I chuckle, then say, "Well, he'll
need to get up this Saturday  morning." Sammy frowns again, looking down, as
I go, "Um, I'm curious, why would  your brothers pee their pants just
because they don't know me?" He shrugs, "Um,  I don't know," and he walks to his
car giving me a wave, then he's gone. Ha ha,  he acted just as blasé the
other day when I told him I was too busy to do  his brother's haircut, and then
just as blasé now when I said I would do  them. Same response: he goes,
'okay' when I say 'no' and 'okay' when I say  'yes'. Yeah, but after I said 'no'
originally he persisted like a bull dog  until he got the 'yes', so good
for him.


I'm still leaning against the  Mini waiting for Ryan ten minutes after
finishing my cigarette. It's hot out  here so I go back inside, sign in again,
and saunter back to our section looking  for Ryan. He's still at his computer
working. "Anything I can do to help,  Albert?" He shakes his head, then
says, "Wait, yes there is," and hands me a  sheet. "Could you verify these
items are on the shelves where they're  suppose to be?" I go, "Sure," and spend
twenty minutes doing that while thinking  I'll be glad when we have a full
crew again. We finish up at five-twenty and as  we're walking out Ryan's
thanking me for the help, then he adds, "Oh, I got a  text from mother reminding
me she and dad have a cocktail party to go to  tonight, so no dinner. She
left fifty dollars on the kitchen table for our  dinner. Wanna go to
Applebees? It's in town." I shrug, "Sure, whatever,"  and after cleaning-up at the
house that's what we do


I'm not a big fan of Applebees, but they don't fuck-up my  cheeseburger too
badly. It's cooked to order so in that regard it was better  than ones from
fast food joints. For dessert Ryan drives us to the old- fashion  home-made
ice cream shop his mom got the ice cream for the first dessert I had  here
last Saturday night. That seems like longer then a week ago, but  during
that week I've become fairly comfortable here, or sort of comfortable. It
helps a lot that Ryan and I are having exceptional sex together. With that in
mind, we go back to his house after dinner knowing his parents are out.
Inside  we get undressed in Ryan's bedroom. He's going to fuck me in his bed like
I  wanted. With Ryan's sexually stimulating scent more prevalent in his bed
 than usual, our sex magically turns into a long sexy fuck that's basically
 lovers sex. It never approaches sub/dom sex except Ryan's totally
in-charge.  With me on my back holding my legs back, my knees against my chest, Ryan
does  long, slow smooth thrusts of his hard eight inch sex organ moving
only his hips.  He's leaning between my legs making-out with me as he fucks me,
and it's  fantastic. It's really, really hot resulting in an explosive
climax that has me  shaking and moaning with waves of sexual pleasure pouring
over me. Robby's  the only one other than Ryan I've had these kinds of huge
climaxes with, and  this came close to matching some of Robby's and my best.
After his climax, he  smacks my ass hard, "SMACK! SMACK!" saying, "That's the
ass I love to fuck."  Then, with me rubbing my butt cheek, we lay in his
bed naked, both a little  sweaty after the twenty minute fuck. Ryan's holding
the side of my face against  his chest, slowing rubbing his fingers through
my hair while telling me how  important I've been in his life, especially
this past week and how  he'll never love anyone as much as he loves me. It's
nice that Ryan loves  me so much, but disconcerting at the same time because
I feel like an  imposture playing the part of Ryan's lover. It'd be cruel
though to emphatically  tell him I'm never going to be in love with him as
long as I'm in love with  Robby, and that's unlikely to change. So, I just
listen and say nothing which  probably gives him a false impression, but I can't
make myself ruin this time  for him.

After a while, he murmurs, "I know you're being quiet because  you don't
feel about me the way I feel about you, but you can't be positive you  won't
change your mind." I should at least tell him, 'I'm not going to change my
mind', but I can't make myself say it. Maybe I like being loved like this. I
don't know, but I prefer thinking the reason I'm not saying anything is in
consideration for his feelings. We lay in bed for over an hour and it's
cozy,  plus I never get tired of feeling his body or smelling his sexy scent,
especially while listening to how awesome I am.  Finally around
eight-thirty, completely out of the blue, he abruptly sits up, and says, "Let's  go to
the mall. There's a Lens Crafters there and you can help me pick-out  new
glasses." I go, "Great idea, Albert, although I'll miss these little  round
eyeglasses of your's," and I pick his glasses up off the bed stand to  put
them on. He laughs as we get up so I can see myself in the mirror. Ryan  stands
next to me with his arm around the back of my waist sort of squeezing me
against him as I look at the reflection of myself wearing his little round
glasses. It's a distorted reflection somewhat because I don't need glasses,
but  from what I can see I look like a nerd. Yep, it's time for an eyeglass
make-over  for Ryan. He takes the glasses off me, saying, "Give me a kiss,"
so I kiss his  lips and get another smack on my butt, "Smack!" "Give me a
real kiss," so I rest  my arms on his shoulders and lean in to give him a wet
fifteen second kiss.  Rubbing my head afterwards, he says, "That's the way I
want my  boyfriend giving me kisses." Then he reaches around smacks my bare
ass  again, "Time to get dressed." Ryan's determined to make me fall in love
 with him and I guess he thinks our random kisses on the lips is a start.
I've  told him those kind of kisses are meant for lovers, not side-sex
buddies, but  like Sammy, Ryan's a bull dog, very persistent and  not easily
discouraged!


We throw some clothes on and Ryan drives us to the mall  never once
exceeding the speed limit. After parking he takes my hand, saying,  "Come on,
Danny, walk close to me. We're boyfriends here in Georgia." See what I  mean
about persistent? It makes me chuckle, but Ryan usually gets his way with  me in
the end. Inside he rubs my head for the tenth time today, grinning at me,
mumbling, "That's my boy," as I roll my eyes. There are lots of young
teenagers  in the mall on a Friday night. They're stalking around in groups trying
to look  cool and have fun. Groups of girls are looking for guys and vice
versus with  very few hook-ups due to the lack of confidence, mostly on the
boys part. I  glance at them marveling that not too long ago I was one of
them. Teens are  mostly followers so I'm not surprised to see quite a few of
the boys with the  newest hair style fad: very short hair on the sides and
back of their heads with  longer hair just on top. It looks stupid and cool at
the same time. Do I wish I  were fifteen again? You bet I do, but I'd like
to retain what I know now of  course. That's not an original thought
obviously. Some of the young dudes look  cute to me now, but I'd have thought
differently at fifteen. Mrs. W. is right  though, youth rules! Inside Lens
Crafters there's about a million  choices for frames, some so similar I can't tell
the difference unless I  look at the price tag. Name brands like Brooks
Brothers, Burberry, Ralph Lauren  and others are two to three times the cost of
almost identical no-name  brands.


Ryan wants frames for his new glasses, not wire rims  like he's had for so
long. He tries on ten or twelve pairs with plastic  frames of different
colors and shapes, but none of them 'wows' us. I finally  ask, "Why not try
contacts?" He makes a face, "I don't know. I've never tried  them because the
thought of putting something in my eyes makes  me squeamish." I go, "Try 'em,
what have to got to lose!" After an eye exam  and twenty minutes of
instruction Ryan walks out of Lens Crafters sans  glasses for the first time since
he was ten years old. He's wearing  almost invisible contact lenses instead.
The ones he bought can stay on his  eyes for a couple of days before
cleaning them, then he throws them away after a  week or two and puts in new ones.
He can wear them for two or three  days straight  through, sleeping with
them too.  He's thrilled,  "They changed my prescription and now everything
looks so much sharper!" Then he  gives me a one arm hug, saying, "My boyfriend
looks even cuter to me now." It's  nice that he's feeling so good about
everything. Then, still fixated on his  contacts, "These things are comfortable
too. I don't even feel them on my eyes."  I go, "Yeah, I thought there'd be
a period of adjustment before you got  used to them,"  and he says, "There
usually is according to the  optometrist. He said he's never had a patient
take to contacts as easily as I  did. Can you see them on my eyes?" I look at
the side of his eye and see the  lens moving around on his eyeball making me
feel a little squeamish now.  "Um, yeah I see it. You don't feel that
thing?" He goes, "Nope, this was another  great idea of your's, Danny. Thanks,
boyfriend!" Again with the 'boyfriend'...  oh brother.

As we walk I'm staring at him because I hardly ever see him  without his
glasses except in bed. He looks good too. I go, "Your eyes look  bluer," and
he says, "Ha ha, I know. The lenses are tinted blue. Am I sexy yet?"  I go,
"You've always been sexy to me, but your eyes  will definitely attract
attention if that's what you mean." He nods,  smirking, and I go, "You wouldn't be
interested in attracting a certain Timmy  Dulson's attention by any
chance?" He laughs, "Don't be silly, you're my  boyfriend, but if some side-sex did
develop between Tim and me, it'd be okay  with you, right?" Huh, I get a
twinge of jealousy because less than an hour ago  Ryan was telling me how
awesome I am and how much he loves me. Then I realize  I haven't replied to his
question when he looks at me, asking, "Will it  bother you?" I shrug, "Oh,
no, of course not! Good luck with him, but he seems  glued to Brad." Huh,
Ryan's rule about no side-sex for me doesn't  apparently apply to him. In the
parking lot walking to the Mini, Ryan says,  "I've never had side-sex, not
unless it counts when I was Robby's boyfriend and  had you as a side-sex
buddy." I mumble, "Whatever..." and he adds, "Don't pout,  you're definitely my
number one boyfriend, but it'd be fun to have sex with  another cute guy, and
Tim qualifies for that, fer sure." I mutter, "He's girly,"  and Ryan laughs,
"You are jealous! He probably won't be interested in me anyway,  so don't
get jealous," and he rubs my head, adding, "On second thought, you can  be
jealous. I'd like that."


During the ride home, Ryan asks, "I was wondering if you have  any
interested in Brad at all. Like maybe we could go for a four-way." I'm like,  "Fer
chrissakes, Albert, a little while ago you were nervous about partying with
them and now you're talking about an orgy." He says, "It's my new look.
This tough looking haircut you gave me plus my contacts gives me renewed
confidence. Also the way everything is running so smoothly at work,  and that kid
who wants me to be their team's center fielder. Ya know, I'm  beginning to
think I've turned the corner and put the old nerdy me in the past."  I go,
"You were never nerdy, you just let others pin that tag on you." He parks
the Mini, saying, "And now I'm not letting anyone pin that tag on me. You
helped  me think this way." Walking to the house I put my arm across his
shoulders,  "Yeah, I'm happy for you, Albert. I really am." Putting his arm around
my waist,  he squeezes, saying, "I'm gonna fuck you hard again right now to
prove to you  you're my number one!" Oh goodie, I'm Ryan's number one! Well,
actually I am  glad of that being here in the peach state and sorta
dependent on  him.


We don't know when to expect his parents so we go to my room  on the third
floor where Ryan does fuck me hard. I'm on my stomach and it's an  uber hot
fuck even though my climax gets no further than my stomach and chest.  After
we both had orgasms Ryan continued pumping my ass a good three or four
minutes, then after laying in bed together talking about the weeks  events he
fucked me again saying he can't get enough of my sweet ass. We can't  come up
with much of a follow-up orgasm, but Ryan's finally satisfied as he  smacks
my ass chuckling and mumbling, "That's an awesome pussy right there, and
it's on my boyfriend." He's always been very generous with compliments for
me,  and I blame myself for the 'pussy' reference because I stupidly told him
that's  what Willie calls my ass. Without cleaning up after our climaxes we
go to sleep  together. Ryan wakes me before dawn pulling behind my neck
getting me to go  under the covers sucking a boner on his dick again, then he
fucks me. This time  I'm in a kind of ball with my arms around my knees, my
thighs against my chest  with my face squished in my pillow and my ass up.
Ryan's on his  knees behind me hammering his boner up my ass. It's a longer
fuck than the  earlier ones, not surprising considering it's our third or
fourth climax since  leaving work last night. I've lost count, but oh man, the
sex we're having is  perfect! Ryan's made good on his promise finally.


I wake up alone in bed Saturday morning with something I  haven't had since
one time during our trip down here: a sore ass. Sore rectum  and anus to be
specific. Walking into the bathroom in a weird way I'm trying not  to move
my ass at all. After a long hot shower my ass feels a little  better, but it
is sore. Not so sore it's a problem, but sore enough I could skip  getting
fucked this morning without being upset in the least. Dressed in shorts,
t-shirt, and sneakers I check my watch and see it's eight-forty. I woke up
early  because in the back of my mind I'm thinking about Sam and his brothers
coming  over at nine o'clock for haircuts. Why the fuck I said nine o'clock I
can't for  the life of me imagine. Anyway, I creep down the secret stairs
and see Ryan's  still sleeping so I go on down to the first floor and
continue on down to the  basement to get my barber tools. After taking the stuff to
the garage, I'm back  in the kitchen. No one's up yet so I make a cup of
coffee, then drink it outside  smoking a cigarette. As I finish my smoke Sammy
drives up in an old Subaru van  with a dent in the right fender.


There's three young boys in the car with Sammy and the  youngest one
definitely has an African-American daddy.  Sammy gets out  frowning at me, "Are we
too early?" I smile, asking, "Why ya frowning, Sammy?"  Sam frowns harder,
mumbling, "I don't know." I chuckle, "Never mind, it's nice  to see you, and
no, you're not too early." Walking over to the van I stick my  hand in the
open back window, saying, "Hi, I'm Danny," and the young African  American
kid, slaps my fist, saying, "Yo, 'sup? I'm Sly Workman." The very  white,
older kid in the back seat gets out, sullenly saying, "I'm Golden and  this
good looking bad-boy getting out of the shotgun seat is my bro, Major."
Pointing casually at Sam, Golden asks, "You gave my bro that flattop?"  I nod,
"Yep," and Sam mumbles, "Told ya, Golden." I know the brothers are ages  8, 13,
and 17 because Sammy told me yesterday. Golden is obviously the seventeen
year old. He goes, "Haircuts are free, right?" I nod my head again, "Yep, as
a  favor to my man, Sammy." Little brown Sly gets out asking, "You as good
as my  barber granddaddy before he died?" I shrug, "Ask Sammy." Sly has a
huge Afro of  soft-looking silky dark hair that flows this way and that when
he does sudden  movements. Sam says, "Yeah, Danny's good. Much better than
mean old granddaddy."  Major snickers, "Mean 'ol sumofabitch." Golden says to
me, "Give Major a haircut  first. I wanna see how it turns out. If you do
okay I want the same haircut." I  go, "Let me guess. Shaved sides and back,
long hair on top." Major asks, "Did  Sam tell ya?" I go, "Nah, just a guess.
Come in the garage, um, nobody's up in  the house yet."


Major comes right with me while the others hang back. He  quietly asks,
"You gay? Sammy says you're gay." I go, "Sammy's right, but you're  way too
young for my taste, so relax." He says, "No shit, dude, I am relaxed.  Um, can
I tell you something?" I shrug, fearing I know what he's going to  tell me,
and I do not want to get involved. He whispers, "I might be gay too, or
whaddaya call it, 'bi'." Inside the garage, the fourth bay is empty so that's
where I set up my barber stuff. This is by far the cleanest garage I've ever
 been in. The barber stool is at the back in front of a long table that
basically  has no reason to be in a garage in the first place, but it's handy
for my use. I  say to Major, "You're young so you've got plenty of time to
figure things out.  Also, thirteen is a tough and confusing age for boys
whether they're gay, straight, or bi." He goes, "Can I talk to you  about it
some time?" I go, "I'm not qualified or authorized to discuss you're  sexuality
because you're a minor, Major." Ha ha... minor/major. I add,  "I could get in
trouble if your mother or brothers misunderstood my intentions."  He smells
the back of his hand like I do at times. I guess he's thinking about  that.


Obviously they'll be no shampooing. I'd need to use a garden  hose and
that's a long way from a salon treatment, so I'm skipping that part.  Also I'm
not asking the boys to take their shirts off. Not after needing to  explain
the reason for it to Sammy for five minutes before he reluctantly took  his
off. And me being gay has something to do with that too. The clippers  and
guides are on the table plugged into the outlet under the table. With all  the
overhead lights on it's bright enough for photography in here, so the
light's more than fine for haircutting. Major's standing next to the stool,
telling me, "I watch gay sex videos and I want to do what some of those boys
do,  but I wonder if there's something they're not telling me." He looks at
me, "You  know, shit's up there where he sticks his pecker in, so how's that
work? You  could explain it to me." I go, "Why not talk to Golden about it?"
He snorts,  "Fuck, are you crazy? I'd be embarrassed." I say, "Being gay is
nothing to  be embarrassed or ashamed about, Major, but I can't talk to you
about it." He  gives me a dirty look, and I say, "I'm very sorry, really,
but I just can't.  Now, how 'bout hopping up on the stool." He does that as I
tell him, "Ya know,  Major, you can Google to find out answers to your
questions. I'd be out of  line talking to you about your sexuality without the
permission of someone  eighteen or older who's related to you." He says, "Oh,
I kinda see what you  mean. Because you're gay, right?" I go, "Yes, partly,
and because you're a  minor and I'm legally an adult. Google stuff, although
it'd be better if you  could confide in someone who loves you. Golden would
be my choice if I were  you."


Major mumbles, "Maybe I'll tell him next year." Trying to get  off that
topic, I ask, "Can you describe exactly how you want your haircut  to look when
I'm finished with it." He pulls a picture from his pocket and hands  it to
me. It's a picture of eight teenage boys sitting in a semi-circle posing
for the picture. They all have recent, mostly short, haircuts and their faces
scream 'youth'. Major points at one of the boys, saying,  "Like that boy's
haircut." The caption for the picture reads, 'X Factor... UK's new boy
band'.  Huh! I never heard of a boy band with eight boys. Anyway, the haircut
the boy in  the picture has is the one I guessed they'd want. Longish hair on
top of  his head with very short hair, almost shaved on the sides and back.
It's a  relatively new hair style I've been aware of for a year or so now.
There  are many variations of this hair style. Most do not have shaved sides
and back  of the head, although some barbers do use the trimmer blade which
is as close to  shaving as a clipper can manage. Most of the haircuts for
this style have very  short hair, but not as extreme as shaved. I have a
second-hand professional  Oster 76 clipper that uses specific blades. The #1A
blade leave 1/8th inch hair,  #1 blade leaves 3/32 of a inch hair after the
cut, or I could use #2 blade which  leaves the hair 1/4 inch long. That's the
blade Ryan uses on top of my head and  he uses the #1A on the sides and back
which I feel is too severe for  these boys. It's too severe for me too, but
that's another  story.

Major sits there on the stool with me still looking at the  picture as the
other three brothers come into the garage. Sam asks, "Is it okay  if we
watch?" I hate someone watching me cut hair,  but occasionally it's unavoidable.
I go, "Of course, Sammy," then look  at the oldest, asking, "Golden, is
this the haircut you're referring to?" and  point to the boy in the picture. He
says, "Yeah, that's it," and I go, "You want  the sides that short? It's
almost shaved." He says, "As close as you can cut it,  and the same for
Major." Fuck that. Instead I'll use the 1/8th inch blade. If  they both insist I
can always redo it shorter. None of these brothers look like  Sam, although
Major and Golden obviously have the same father. Little Sly is  easily the
cutest brother of the ones I've seen, but his facial features aren't  like his
brothers. Maybe the three missing brothers look like Sam or Sly or each
other. Jeez, I gotta wonder how many different fathers were involved with
their  mother? Anyway, both Major and Golden have blond hair and lots of it.
Both boys  are very slim with brown eyes and normal facial features that could
be cute  except, like happens too often, their noses fuck that up. Very
thin, longish  noses and it's a damn shame. They'd be kinda 'hot' with good
noses to go with  the rest of their facial features.


Well, I've got my instructions, which I'm partly ignoring  as I put of a
#1A, 1/8th inch blade on the clippers and turn it on. To me the  sound of
barber clippers is sexy and that's obviously because of my dumb fetish.  I run
the clippers against Major's scalp up the side of his head from the  sideburn
to where his skull begins curving and a large pile of blond hair hits  the
back of my hand on it's way to the floor. No one gasps or screams.  Major
sits here calmly and the other three watch silently standing around me,  all
within three feet of me. It takes only four runs up the side of Major's head
to remove the hair on that side. Turning off the clippers, I hand Major a
hand-held mirror asking him, "Is that what you had in mind, Major?" then
he's like,  "Whaddaya think, Golden?" They're both feeling the barbered  side
of Major's head with their fingers, and Major says, "I don't know. Is this
short enough, Goldie?" Golden's not sure either, so he goes, "What do you
think,  mister barber?" I say, "It's plenty short enough." He nods his head as
Sly says,  "I want that haircut too," and Sam puts his arms over Sly's
shoulders pulling  Sly back against him, saying, "Okay, little Sly, wait your
turn." Sly says, "I  wanna be next,"and Sam patiently says, "Golden's next,
then  you."




After I've removed  all the hair off the sides and back of Major's head I
outline with the trimmers around his ears highlighting the 1/8th inch  hair
left by the clippers. Now there's just a nine or ten inch mop of blond wavy
hair on top of his head like a circus clown might have for  shits and
giggles. Golden comes over putting his  fingers in the hairs above Major's
forehead about three inches, saying, "Leave  about this much. What's below my
fingers." These boys aren't exactly pushy or  rude. They're matter of fact and no
nonsense. They're not  friendly or unfriendly and I guess that's okay
because I'm just their  barber. Nowadays it's mostly chain barber shops with a
half dozen  barbers in each location and you get a different one every  time
you go for a haircut, so who could get friendly with their changing  barbers?
Of course, I'm used to interacting much more with most of the guys I  give
haircuts to because most of them are my friends. Maybe  I'll see these guys
once more, at the most, the whole rest of my life. Still,  it's fun giving
them haircuts. I use the barber scissors to cut the hair on top  of Major's
head and there's a lot of it. Thick hair that  gets more wavy the shorter it
gets. Without mentioning it, I cut it a little  shorter than Golden wanted
because it'll look better.  And then Golden  likes it when I've finished.  He
brazenly picks up  the hair mousse I have with my barber equipment and uses
some to style his  brother's hair giving him a 'just got  out of bed'
look.  It's pretty cool when he's done. Major's grinning at his reflection in
the mirror, then says, "Yeah, you did it  good." Sam says, "Thank Danny,
Major!" and Major holds his fist out, "Thank  you," and we bump fist as I mumble,
"No problem,  dude."


Golden watches Sam and Major trying to brush cut hairs off  major's shirt,
then he takes his shirt off and hands it to Sly, mumbling, "Fuck  that." He
asks me the obvious question, "Don'cha got a barber cape to put on  me?" I
go, "Nope, sorry." He shrugs, then sits down, saying, "You're a good  barber,
dude. What's your name again, sorry I forgot it." I say, "Danny," then
ask, "Same haircut as your brother?" He says, "Exactly like that," and that's
what I do. With his shirt off it's apparent Golden needs a bath, but his
mild  BO's not offensive to me. I can see his ribs though, so he slips into the
 'skinny boy' category where I still think Major qualifies as slim. Golden
has the identical blond hair his brother has, so his haircut turns out to
be  identical too except there's a one inch scar on the back of Golden's head
that's  like an imperfection in my perfect haircut. I mention it and he
says, "Oh fuck  yeah, Danny. Some asshole hit me with a pipe splitting my scalp
open, but I  didn't know it left a scar. I never knew who did it, or why."
I mumble, "That  sucks," and that's our entire dialogue during his haircut.
When I'm done his  haircut it's like, oh man, I've never seen this much hair
on the floor... ever.  Golden likes his haircut and mousses his hair like he
did with Major's. With  their hair off their ears I see they both have the
same silver-colored stud in  their left ears. They look cool except for the
their too long noses. Ya know,  Golden seems gruff, but I'll bet he would be
understanding and supportive of  Major if he would confide in him about
being gay. I also understand how  hard it is for Major to tell his brother.
Telling a stranger like me was  probably hard for him, but telling Golden might
be near impossible until he's  older. It's a shame and I feel for Major, but
it'd still be wrong for me to talk  to him more about his gayness.


Sly is last and he sits up on the stool wearing a t-shirt.  Cool little
dude and super cute, easily the best looking one of the four Workman  boys I've
seen so far.  His afro doesn't looked wrecked by his mom though,  so I say
to Sam, "I thought you said your mom screwed-up Sly's hair. It looks  even
to me." Sly goes, "Oh, my bro's right, but that haircut by my mom was for  my
seventh birthday party and I haven't let her cut my hair since then. I'm
like  super scared shitless of granddaddy so I wouldn't go to his barbershop
and I  don't got no money for another barber." Sam says, "I've been snipping
at Sly  hair for over a year trying to get it even." I go, "Ya did a good
job with that,  Sammy." Sly goes, "Sammy looks out for me, don'cha, bro?" Sam
mutters, "I don't  know," and I ask the three brothers, "Um, Sly wants the
same haircut, right?"  Golden walks over, and asks Sly, "Ya sure you want
that haircut, ya little  gang-banger?" and he kisses Sly on the mouth. Cute the
way the brothers baby  their youngest brother. He goes, "That's right, just
like my bro's. No wait, I  want a haircut like Sammy's." I go, "What's it
gonna be, Sly?" He asks, "What  should I get, Sammy?" Sam says, "I don't
know," and Golden says, "Give him the  same haircut Major and I have," and Sly
says, "Yeah! What Golden said." I roll  my eyes and give him the same
haircut. His hair follicles are fine but dense.  They cut easier than his brothers'
hair. When I'm done with the haircut Golden  mousses Sly's hair like he did
for Major and himself. All the brothers slap  hands with Sly saying,
"That's right, we cool."


They all thank me and Golden adds a compliment, "Damn, you a  good looking
dude, Danny." I mumble, "Thanks," and he asks, "How soon should we  get a
re-cut?" I say, "Whenever you want. Glad you're happy with the way the
haircuts turned out." And that's it, they don't stay. They've got  there haircuts
and it's time to leave the barbershop. I just wish I had some  lollypops to
pass out. When everyone's in the car, Sam says, "Thanks,  Danny. See ya,
Monday," and backs the van up, turns it around and they're off  with Major
staring at me until he's out of sight around the curve in the  driveway. Of
course I feel for him. Being thirteen and gay is a  formidable challenge. I
think I'm right though for not getting involved without  an adult's permission.
Even one of his older brothers who's at least eighteen,  or his mother.


I get right to work sweeping up the hair so I don't get yelled  at by Ryan
again like I did after Sam's haircut. When there's not a single hair
clipping on the clean cement floor I start putting away the barber tools  thinking
about the haircuts. It was fun cutting their hair although I didn't get
much of a kick from my fetish for reasons unknown. As I'm zippering the
toiletry  kit Ryan joins me in the garage with a cup of steaming coffee in his
hand. He  says, "Good morning, babe. Give me a kiss," and I start to protest
that we're not lovers, but why get off on the wrong foot this morning.  Plus,
I don't want to discuss it again, so I kiss his lips quickly, then he
says, "How many times do I gotta tell you, you can do better than that." He gets
 his free hand behind my head pulling it down so he can give me one of his
tongue-active wet kisses, the kind that are hard to resist. Without
thinking  about it I grab my crotch for a second as my dick sizzles a little. Our
lips make a wet sound when they part and Ryan gives my ass a pat, saying,
"That's a good-morning kiss that means something. When I tell you to give me
a  kiss that's what I'm talking about." As much as I'd like another kiss
like that,  I grope myself, then say, "My ass is sore. You fucked me bowlegged
again,  Albert." He laughs, "Really? That's awesome. Last night was awesome
too, wasn't  it?" I bite my lip looking at him. Those extra blue eyes, and
no eyeglasses,  plus I did a cool job with his last haircut... Ryan's hot
looking. I'll bet  I'm not the only one who thinks so. He looks more grown-up
too. Well, hell, he  is grown up. We'll both be twenty-one this summer.


Ryan rubs my head and I lean into him thinking to hell with my  sore ass, I
could go for this sexy guy fucking me right now. He sips  his coffee making
the slurping sound grinning at me, then he asks, "The  haircuts go okay
this morning?" I nod, "Yeah, no problem." Then, after looking  around, he goes,
"You did a great job cleaning-up in here." Fuck, that makes me  feel good.
I pleased my boss... ha ha. I can make light of it, but I did like that  he
thinks I did a good job. Ryan says, "Come on, lets have a smoke in  the
gazebo," and he takes my hand walking us around the back of the garage  and down
the brick path. I feel subconscious about his parents seeing us holding
hands. I wouldn't feel that way normally, but it seems to me Ryan  is blatantly
flaunting his gayness in his parents faces and I don't want to  do that. I
say, "Albert, it's not right holding my hand around the house. It's  like
you're mocking your parent's beliefs." He squeezes my hand, "I'm not being
bossy about this, but when you're here you're my boyfriend, right? If I want to
 hold hands with you, I'll do it. Back at college I wouldn't do this
because I  respect the fact you're Robby's boyfriend. That's unless you change
your mind  and do what you know you'd like to and become my boyfriend here and
at college,  and anyplace else we go." We sit down on the bench with him
continuing to hold  my hand. He looks at me grinning and smirking, asking,
"Aren't you going to say  anything?" Oh, he's teasing me. I smile, "I thought
you were serious." Letting  go of my hand, he chuckles, "I partially am
serious, in my dreams I mean."  I say, "You look cool this morning," and ruffle
his hair. Then realize I'm  leading him on, but he is extra sexy this morning.


I take Ryan's mug from his hand and swallow some coffee, then  mumble, "Too
sweet." He say, "So are you," then he laughs. I go "Um, you wanna  do it
this morning, Albert? I do if you want to." He smirks, "Are you asking me  to
fuck you again?" Smelling the back of my hand I nod my head, mumbling,
"Yeah,  you're extra sexy this morning." He smiles, "I told you you'd be nagging
me to  fuck you and this is the second time you've done it during our first
week here.  What's it gonna be like in a month?" Making a disgusted face, I
go, "Forget it  then! I thought you'd be flattered, but fuck it, I won't
bother you again about  it." He gets his arm around my neck pulling my head
over and kissing the side of  my face, murmuring, "No, it is flattering and I'd
love to accommodate my  cute submissive boyfriend, but hey, we need to cut
the grass. Do you wanna  ride the mower or use the weed whacker?" He gets me
so sexily aroused I nestle  against him with the side of my face against
his skimpy beard. I can't help  myself as I inhale his personal scent, then
go, "I wanna stay like this with  you," and he lifts under my chin so his lips
can reach mine for a long sexy  wet kiss that raises a boner in my pants.
Doing a quiet moan of arousal in my  throat I bring my leg over both of his
and sit on his lap facing him. I kiss his  lips, "Fuck me right here,
Albert." I can feel his boner under my leg. He  grunts, "Get your pants down," so I
get my knees on the bench lifting up to pull  my shorts just past my
buttocks. He pulls his boner out through the fly of  his pants and I sit down on
it with my arms around his neck and my forehead  on his shoulder. His
whiskers ticking the side of my cheek. It hurts my sore  rectum going down on his
big cock, but feels so good too. Ryan breaths noisily  in my ear as I go up
and down on his boner. Jesus, it feels so good I don't even  think about my
sore ass. Two or three minutes of sexual bliss as I hug his neck  tighter and
tighter until, "Oooh, aaah!!," and climax between our chests wetting  our
t-shirts with some cum spray shooting up past Ryan's head. Then a few more
rides up and down on his cock before settling on his lap, his big cock
filling me up inside as I'm hugging him and loving the hot sex we have together.
He murmurs in my ear, "Keep riding my cock, baby, I didn't get off yet." My
 rectum is alive with sizzling sensation as I do quick lifts and drop-downs
on  his wooden pole feeling his cock head expanding as he hugs around my
waist now  and humping his hips against my bare ass, shooting his load inside
me.


We're both limp now laying against one another. Ryan  finally asks, "Do you
wanna do the edging or ride the mower?" I chuckle,  then mumble, "Which one
do you think I want?" He goes, "Okay, you ride the  mower, but it's only
fair we take turns." I nod as it occurs to me I didn't use  the weed whacker
for edging last Saturday, but yet both his parents said I did a  good job.
They were just being nice maybe. How could I have forgotten the  edging? I
start blushing thinking about his mother saying she at first thought  the
landscapers, who do the rest of the property, did the front lawn last  Saturday,
then she said something like, 'But then you're  a professional yourself,
aren't you, Danny?" knowing I didn't do the edging  around the yard, so was she
mocking me? Ryan takes a deep breath, then  brings my head off his shoulder
with fingers under my chin grinning at me,  asking, "Why are you blushing,
Danny? I felt the side of your face gets warm  next to mine." I tell him
why, and he goes, "Nah, no one was mocking you. Don't  you realize yet that you
can do no wrong. My parents think you're awesome.  They've told me that,
and while they can't bring themselves to add  the preface 'boy' to 'friend'
when they say to me, 'You're, um, friend',  they mean boyfriend." Huh, I don't
know if that's good or bad, just like I'm not  sure if me putting off
Major's request to have a talk about his gayness is good  or bad of me? I don't
think I can win with that situation in either case. I get  off Ryan, his
eight inch cock creating sizzling sensation from my prostate  as it's ragging
against it coming out of my ass. I do a wheezy deep  breath, then mumble, "Ha,
I knew you wanted to fuck me." He goes, "I always want  to fuck you,
whaddaya talking about?" We take off our cum-splattered t-shirts  and Ryan uses
his to wipe the cum that's drooled out of my ass off the back of  my legs and
butt cheeks. I pull up my pants as Ryan says, "Give me a kiss,"  and by now
I've learned my lesson and do it exactly like the kiss he gave me in  the
garage. He mutters, "That's better."


As we walk hand in hand to the garage for the mower and weed  whacker I
smile realizing Ryan's having his victories. He has me doing the kiss  the way
he wants me to when he tells me to give him a kiss, and we're walking  hand
in hand around his house. But man, that extemporaneous fuck was hot! I look
at Ryan feeling a strong attraction to him. I could do so much worse than
spending the summer with him. He's awesome. He asks, "Why are you staring at
me  like that?" I shrug and put my arms around his neck again, then kiss
him on the  lips the way he told me to do it. When breaking the kiss I slide
my tongue  across his face and murmur in his ear, "Thanks for the fuck,
Albert. You  just get better and better, don'cha?" He goes, "I'm trying my ass
off. Am I  making any progress?" Nodding my head I kiss his cheek, murmuring
in his ear,  "Yeah, I believe you are." He gives me a hug, saying, "We need
to cut the  fucking grass now!" Such a romantic. Nah, he is at times, but now
he's being the  boss.


We do the lawn with me riding the mower feeling the wetness at  the seat of
my shorts where more of his cum has dripped out of my ass. It gives  me a
boner. I think being here with Ryan 24/7 is getting me hornier than I've
ever been in my life. Hard to believe, but I think so. I steer the mower the
same way I did last Saturday and finish the entire front lawn while Ryan's
edged  only halfway around the yard. After putting the mower back in it's spot
and  cleaning it, I have a smoke, then take pity on Ryan and do the weed
whacking for  the front part of the yard while he gets a soft drink and has a
smoke  watching me finish up. We're both a little sweaty when we've finished
the  yard completely. Ryan says, "Thanks, Daniel. It's not too bad a job
with two of  us working it." Jesus, that's right, he did both edging and
mowing by himself in  the past. Walking towards the garage, he says, "We'll
clean-up and go out for  lunch. After lunch we'll try-out for the baseball team."
I check my watch:  11:15, not bad time-wise. Huh, I gotta admit things are
shaping-up here  in Marietta, Georgia. It's hard to believe it's only been a
week though,  exactly a week, since we arrived. Looking at Ryan, I fight
the strong urge  to ask him for another fuck like the one we had an hour ago.
Instead I clean-up  in my bathroom, then put on a clean t-shirts and shorts.
Joining Ryan in his  bedroom, I'm like, "I'll need to borrow a glove and
baseball cap, Albert." He  tosses me a glove, saying, "I have three extra
gloves, that's the best one. No  hat for the tryout though. You're still my boy
and that haircut proves it,  mostly to you. I'm sorry you feel self
conscious about it, but it's meant to  remind you of your place when you're here at
home with me.  If you make the  team though, of course you can wear a hat."
I'm pissed, but I gotta admit Ryan  sure sticks to the script. He glances at
me, saying, "And knock off the pouting,  Daniel, I'm just following through
on what you and me agreed to for the summer."  I mutter, "You're a prick,
ya know that?" He shrugs shaking his head slowly, and  we go downstairs
together with Ryan's arm going around the back of my neck. It's  too late for me
to shrug away from him when we walk into the kitchen. We've both  carrying a
baseball glove and Ryan's wearing a Merrimack team baseball cap. The
parents are in their places at the kitchen table so we stop to say good  morning.
They're obviously late risers on weekends. Maybe hungover from last
night's cocktail party.


I'm uncomfortable because of Ryan's firm hold around the back  of my neck,
although he's definitely comfortable with it. I'd make it worse  trying to
struggle away from him now, so I stand next to him, the sides of  our bodies
tight against one another. To me this is just more of Ryan's  flaunting his
gayness to his parents. Mrs. W. has her cup of tea and cinnamon  toast cut
in triangle halves and Mr. W. has the newspaper and a cup of coffee in  front
of him, plus a bear claw in his hand which he takes a mighty bite  from as
both of them frown at seeing us like this. Ryan gives a cheery, "Good
morning!" His mother goes, "Um, yes, good morning. Ah, what are you two up to?"
Swallowing his mouthful of pastry, Mr. W., seemingly bored again, and
without  looking up from his newspaper, mumbles, "You probably need to ask Albert
that.  He's the boss of their, um, friendship it seems, eh Daniel?" I gulp,
then say,  "Yes sir, he is that for sure." Ryan squeezes my head against
his, the side of  our foreheads together. I'm blushing like mad as he says, "I
told you before,  mother, we're trying out for the town's baseball summer
team in the  county league." Still reading his newspaper, Ryan's father wants
to  know, "Oh really, what position do you play, Daniel?" Ryan uses the hand
 holding his baseball glove to rub my bare head, grinning at me, asking,
"Yeah, are you going to try out for, infield or outfield position, Daniel?"
My  face is hot and red as I say, "I'll try out for any position they tell me
to."  His father, shaking his head like he can't believe we're standing
like this,  takes a noisy breath but says nothing. There's silence, which I
can't abide, so  I add, "Albert's going to be the center fielder, of course,
and I'm hoping  to at least make the team as a utility player." Mrs. W. is
working  hard at not noticing her son's hugging another boy's head against the
side of  his face. She goes, "Yes, you've always been a star player for your
prep schools  teams, haven't you, Albert?" Ryan's like, "Well, not exactly
a star, mother, but  I've been a starter," Mr. W. continues reading his
paper, mumbling, "Well, good  for you two. You don't want to be late," and Mrs.
W. goes, "Yes, and put in a  good word for Daniel, Albert. See if you can
get him some position on the team.  Um, I don't know, but maybe he could be
your, um, assistant or something,  or like the thing you're at for the
Merrimack team." Ryan laughs, "  "My assistant, um, that's not actually a position
on a baseball team, and  in this league they don't have a equipment manager
position, but I'll work out  something... ha ha, my assistant. " She shrugs,
"I've never had the patience for  baseball."


Then Ryan goes, "Dad, sorry to bother you, but um," and Mr. W.  looks up,
"What now?" and Ryan tells him, "Mr. Merriweather..." and while keeping  the
side of my face against his, he tells his father about our two golf lessons.
His father looks annoyed, saying, "Oh dammit. Well, in the interest of
harmony  let's overlook the first lesson's mishaps with him being unprofessional
with Daniel here, okay? I hate causing a problem for the club. Um, but
you, Albert, stood up for your, um, friend the way you should. I'm proud of
you.  If there aren't anymore missteps by Terry I'll let it slide. Okay, son,
can you leave it at that and let me get back to my paper." Mrs. W. says,
"Don't  mind your father, he's got a lot on his mind, but you handled yourself
like an  adult, Albert. I'm proud of you too." Ryan beams and  we're finally
on our  way. Outside Ryan's still glowing, he kisses the side of my face
and lets  go of me. I'm about to explode at him for that embarrassing scene in
the kitchen  when Ryan emotionally says, "You have no idea how you being
here has improved  the opinion my parents have of me. It's, um, I can't even
explain it. Night and  day difference and I feel wonderful about that." Oh
fuck! I'll explode later. He  stops, so I stop and look at him as he goes,
"Thank you, Dylan Newman, you've  changed my life," and a tear rolls down his
cheek. What the fuck can I do except  reach over and rub the tear off his
cheek with the pad of my thumb. After all,  this is what I wanted to do... help
Ryan to be, um, more normal, I guess. I  take a deep breath, mumbling,
"You're welcome, Ryan, I'm really glad I can  help." He's nodding his head wiping
at his eyes, so I add, "Ah, I think you and  me have been good for each
other." It's him who's acting uncomfortable now, and  I guess it's because of
this show of emotion. With a fake grin, he says,  "Yes, but have you fallen in
love with me yet?" We're at the car now, and  getting in the passenger
seat, I go, "You know I love you, Ryan." In the car he  composes himself, rubs
my head, and proclaims, "We're gonna be the  hottest gay couple at
Merrimack!" Or not.



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



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Donny  Mumford



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