Date: Sat, 26 Sep 2015 00:18:34 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION Chapter 16

			 DYLAN'S  GEORGIA VACATION


				Chapter 16


			     by  Donny Mumford



Ryan leads Jeff and me down two  flights of stairs to the first floor, then
into the kitchen where he formally  introduces Jeff to his mother, who
declares she's delighted to meet him and then  tells him a little about the last
time she was golfing with his mother, and it's  an awkward two minutes...
for me at least. It would be so much more casual at  home, like... 'Hi, mom,
this is Jeff. He's having dinner with us tonight'. Yeah,  but we're not home
and Mrs. W. is busy getting dinner ready so Jeff and I follow  Ryan into the
dining room where he stands behind his chair, telling Jeff,  "You'll sit
next to Danny across from me, but don't sit down until my mother and  father
are here." Jeff looks at me with an expression on his face like, Is he
serious?.  I grin and stand behind my chair, so Jeff shrugs and stands behind the
chair next to mine, one closer to Mr. W.'s chair at the head of the table. A
 minute of silence, then Jeff, grinning mischievously, mumbles to me, "Do
we eat  standing up too, eh?" Hearing that, Ryan gives him a stern look and a
shake of  his head as his father saunters in, saying in his bored manner,
"I hear we have  a dinner guest tonight." Jeff holds out his hand, saying,
"I'm Jeffrey Bell,  pleased to make your acquaintance, sir." Mr. Wilcox does a
limp one-shake  handshake, then looks directly at Jeff's head, saying, "I
see you're under  Albert's spell the same as Daniel here," and he glances at
Ryan with a wry grin,  like: that's my boy! Or maybe I'm imagining that.
Maybe he looked at Ryan  thinking, 'My  son, the fag barber'. Or who knows what
he's thinking? In any case Jeff  doesn't know what to say so he does a
nervous chuckle, mumbling, "I guess so,  sir." We're all still standing behind
our chairs with Ryan defensively  explaining, "But they like their haircuts,
Father! Jeff asked me specifically  for a haircut exactly like Daniel's.
It's a gung-ho Marine's haircut." In a  monotone voice his father, looking up
at the ceiling, says, "That's what I  believe you young people refer to as
'too much information',  Albert."


No one says anything for a few  seconds, so Ryan tells his stone-faced
father about the baseball tryouts and how  all three of us made the team, "There
were like forty to fifty boys trying-out  for basically just eleven or
twelve infield and outfield positions." Forty to  fifty boys is a wild
exaggeration, but it peeks his father's interest enough to  say, "And you're playing
centerfield." Ryan says, "Yes sir, I am, and Jeffrey's  also a starter in
right-field." Mr. W. points his finger at me, "And you?" I go,  "I'm on the
team, but probably as a back-up on the bench. I'm not sure." He  stares
straight ahead having nothing to say to that. His eyes look a little  glassy to
me. I study the usual assortment of tasty-looking side dishes down the  middle
of the table that Ryan's mother prepares for every meal. Jeff's making a
subtle mouth sound with his tongue, getting fidgety I suppose, as another
silence roars in our ears, then thankfully Mrs. Wilcox brings in the main
course  which appears to be chicken and dumplings. She places the platter on a
serving  table next to the head of the household, cheerfully saying, "Mr.
Wilcox's  favorite dish, boys. I hope you like it too." It looks good enough to
eat, and  could probably serve ten to twelve people.


After we're all seated, laconic Mr.  Wilcox says, "Daniel, if you please."
We hold hands, startling Jeff, then bow  our heads and I say the dinner
grace for tonight. As I'm saying it Jeff's trying  to be funny squeezing my hand
much too tightly, then sexily rubbing the palm of  my hand with his thumb
and sneaking a smirking peek at me. Apparently his family  is much less
formal about their dinners. How barbaric of them. I say one of the  blessings
I've memorized from the pamphlet Ryan gave me. When done Mrs. Wilcox  says,
"That was lovely, Daniel." The big platter of basically stewed chicken  with
dumplings is next to Mr. W. so we pass our plates, he serves, and the  dinner
begins. The side dishes of mashed potatoes and gravy, cranberry sauce,
niblet corn, pearl onions in a cream sauce, and cole slaw get passed around and
it  takes a couple of minutes before we're eating. Everything taste good
though; the chicken is fork tender and the dumplings are lighter than the
ones I  sometimes make, but the best part is the chicken gravy.


There's only the sounds of knives and  forks clicking off the plates for a
full minute, driving me insane, so I try  starting a conversation. "This is
delicious, Mrs. Wilcox. I've never been able  to make gravy this good, or
dumplings this light." She says, "Aren't you nice to  say that, Daniel. The
trick with gravy is to begin with a good stock." I see  Jeff turning his head
to look at me, but I won't look at him because I know he's  making a 'face'
at me for flattering Ryan's mother. Much to my relief she  continues my
conversation starter by asking Ryan who the boys are that made the  team. As he
tells her the names of a few boys he knows from Bible study, Jeff  plays
footie with me under the table. I finally can't resist glancing at him and  he
mouths the word, 'brown-noser', and we both stifle giggles with me resorting
 to my fake coughing. Jeff saw right through my brown-nosing act, but what
the  hell, the food is delicious. Mrs. Wilcox asks me about my cooking
experience and  I tell her how it was that Chubby and I began cooking for
ourselves at an early  age. Ryan endorses my culinary talents and Mr. Wilcox snorts
as if this isn't a  topic worth discussing. Mrs. Wilcox gives him a 'look'
and he exhales  exasperatedly, saying cryptically, "Well, one of you will
need to be able  to cook I suppose." Actually that wasn't cryptic at all as he
obviously means if  gay Ryan and gay me live together someone needs to be
able prepare meals. Mrs.  Wilcox pats my hand, smiling, "I think you and your
brother were very  resourceful, and knowing how to prepare food is a very
useful  talent."


It's a little tense during dinner as  Mr. Wilcox is apparently slightly
drunk. Ryan's mother has a habit of touching  my hand when she says anything to
me, or asks me a question. She's done that  hand-touching from the first
dinner I had here a week ago. When we're finished  eating and I'm waiting for
Ryan to signal me that it's time to clear the table,  Mr. Wilcox looks
directly at Jeff and me, saying, "You two boys are lucky to be  good looking
enough to get away with Albert's barbering." Then to Ryan, "How  come you don't
have your hair cut the way you do your loyal posse boy's hair?"  Ryan goes,
"Would you like me to?" and his father says, "Frankly no, I'm afraid  you
couldn't pull it off." There he goes with another cruel insult to Ryan
inferring he's not good looking.The ass! Mrs. Wilcox says, "Junior! Albert is
good looking enough to wear any hair style he chooses. What a thing to say."
The  father waves his hand dismissively at his wife, sternly saying, "It's
called an  opinion, Cynthia! Something we all have a right to, dear." The
forceful way he  said that makes Mrs. W. drop her eyes, mumbling, "Yes, of
course,  Junior."


Then, faking cheerfulness, she says,  "Well boys, would you be so kind?"
meaning it's time to clear the table. Ryan  and I get up with Jeff's looking
at us with an expression of alarm on his face,  like 'what's happening now?'.
Ryan says, "Give us a hand clearing the table,  Jeffrey." He jumps up and
we collect the dirty dishes and serving platters,  taking them to the
kitchen. In the kitchen Jeff says, "Interesting dinner  routine, Albert, no offense
intended, but is every meal that awkward?" Albert's  defensive again,
saying, "Danny doesn't seem too think it's so bizarre." Jeff's  like, "I didn't
say it was bizarre, more like it's suffocating. It's nice of you  to invite
me, but I'll pass on future invitations." He sees Ryan's hurt so he  grins,
"Come on, Albert, it's not your fault. Oh alright, I'm sorry if I  insulted
you, but come on, most people don't have formal dinners every night.  That's
all I meant." Ryan goes, "Well, I'm sorry you disapprove." I say, "Hey
guys! Lighten the fuck up. It's not that big a deal and it's mostly over
anyway." Ryan nods his head, "Daniel's right. Sorry, Jeff. I'm upset about the
dig my father gave me." Jeff's expression softens and he walks over to hug
Ryan,  "Your father's mistaken, Albert. Both Danny and I think you're sexy and
cute,  especially me. I'm, ah, kinda infatuated with you to tell ya the
truth." Ryan  kisses Jeff on the lips real fast, muttering, "Thanks," and we go
back into the  dining room to get the rest of the dirty dishes with Jeff
rubbing his lips. The  grown-ups stop talking as soon as we come in. His mother
gives us a strained  smile, saying, "Thank you, boys. I've got a pecan pie
from our favorite bakery  for dessert." Ryan brightens a little, saying,
"That's my favorite  dessert."


When pie and coffee are served Mr. W.  has a decanter of brandy next to him
liberally adding it to his coffee, but he  has nothing more to say to any
of us. This is the first dinner he's been  noticeably unpleasant, well to
this degree anyway. Ryan does his best carrying  the conversation through
dessert and then the three of us are relieved when  we're excused. Jeff and I
thank both Mr. and Mrs. Wilcox for a delicious meal  and get a dismissive wave
of the hand from Junior and a smile from Ryan's  mother. We carry the
dessert dishes into the kitchen and begin cleaning  everything up with Jeff
murmuring to me, "This is unbelievable," and me shaking  my head, looking to see
if Ryan heard. When Ryan's running the noisy garbage  disposal, Jeff asks,
"Do they make you clean the kitchen every fucking night?  That's bull shit." I
go, "Shh! Stop it." Finally the kitchen is neat and clean  and we're going
up the stairs with Jeff and me trying to cheer-up gloomy Ryan.  His father's
cutting remark gives me an inkling into why Ryan feels his father  has a
low opinion of him. It's the first time I've seen his father drunk at  dinner,
which I'm assuming is the reason for his bad behavior. I've seen him
drinking after dinner most nights when Ryan and I are on our way upstairs for
the night, but not so much before dinner. Ryan told me his parents usually
have  a cocktail hours before dinner but tonight Mr. W. apparently got a head
start on  the cocktail hour. Some people get happy when their drunk, or high
on weed,  while others get mean and depressed. His father apparently falls
into the latter  category, not that he's especially happy-go-lucky when sober.


In Ryan's bedroom Jeff tells him,  "Hey, don't pay any fucking attention to
your father, Albert, you'd look good  with our haircut. You look awesome
now too." Ryan tries not to grin as he goes,  "Okay guys, thanks, but I'm over
it so you can stop the flattery." Jeff grins at  him and messes Ryan's
hair. Ryan swats at Jeff's hand playfully, saying, "Ya  know, I could tell Danny
to replicate my specialty haircut for me, but that  would be playing right
into that bastard... um, father's hands." I say, "Well,  please don't tell
me to do that. Jeff's and my haircut are okay for us, but not  for you,
Albert." He looks up, "Well I'm not planning to, but why would you  mind?" I go,
"You're our leader and you shouldn't have the same haircut your  'boys'
have." He nods his head as if what I said made any sense, which it  doesn't. I
try too hard sometimes and say things I really don't mean while  trying to
help. To move on from my last stupid comment, I go, "Um, what's our  plans for
tonight, Albert?" He smells the back of his hand thinking, then says,
"What else? I guess we'll do what we planned. Change clothes and see what Brad
and Tim have in mind for partying. I'll get in a better mood, I promise."
I'd  like to tell Ryan how seriously sexy and cute I think he is, but he'd
think I  was just saying that to cheer him up. Instead, I say, "It's Saturday
night so I  hope there's some booze involved in tonight's festivities." Ryan
goes, "Me too,"  and Jeff says, "Me three." I mumble, "Me three? That's too
corny even for you,  Jeff. Brings back memories of second grade." He grins,
saying, "Bite me why  don'cha," and I bite his ear making him laugh. He
laughs at everything. Ryan  watches us goof around and somehow that makes me
feel bad for him. What exactly  has he experienced from his father, and perhaps
his mother too, during all these  years. And being an only child too? I
probably can't imagine.

As Jeff heads up the back secret  stairs I look at Ryan, who's slowly
taking his dress shirt off and maybe still  thinking about his father's put-down.
I get the hots for him at the oddest  times, like right now I've got an
urge to feel his body against mine. Grinning,  I grab him and hug around his
neck playfully, then pull him face to face  with me and kiss him on the lips.
He seems so vulnerable, I hug him hard  around his back with the side of my
face against his. He assumes I'm goofing  around I guess. Oh my god, his
scraggily beard feels sexy as hell and  his scent is one of my favorites. I
murmur, "You're sexy hot, Albert, and I'm  glad I'm here with you." I'm feeling
a lot of affection for him and I wonder if  it's approaching love.  He hugs
me back, "Me too, Daniel, I knew we'd be  good together, but it's turning
out better than I even fantasized it would." I  don't know what brought this
on other than a general sense that I'd like to make  him feel good. Bottom
line is I feel sorry for him. Rubbing my hand up the back  of his head,
ruffling his hair, I do a long kiss on the side of his head  inhaling his scent
with my cock starts boning up as I murmur in his ear, "You  gonna take care
of your 'boy' tonight, Albert?" Unaware of how taken I am with  him right
now, he snorts, "You like it when I call you 'my boy' don't you? Maybe  I
should revert to my old tricks and put a dog collar on you. Wouldn't father  have
a lot to say about that? Ha ha." I snuggle against him very aroused by him,
 mumbling, "Yes, I like being your 'boy', it's been fun." He says, "You get
nicer  every day," and I add, "Actually I'm liking most everything we've
done together  since we got here. You're doing everything right, and anyway
you know  I've always had a 'thing' for you." Still thinking I'm goofing
around, he  hugs me back now, "Yes, Danny, I know you have a 'thing' for me and
why wouldn't  you, I'm awesome. You and Jeff told me so," then a chuckle and
a kiss. He  backs away rubbing the palm of his hand down my cheek, "You
should probably  get changed. Jeff will be wondering what happened to you." I
take a deep breath  nodding my head feeling a little foolish. "Yeah, okay,"
and I go to the stairs,  look back at him smelling the back of his hand again,
maybe wondering if I was  serious. Going up the steps I'm wondering that
myself. I don't know what brought  that on, but then it's always been a
mystery to me how turned-on Ryan gets me,  and without him even trying sometimes.
I wish it was just him and me tonight. I  wish he would come upstairs with
me and we'd get in bed naked and have sex all  night long in each other's
arms.


When I'm in my bedroom, sans  Ryan/Albert, I take a deep breath getting
myself back to the business at hand.  Jeff's checking his emails on my
computer. I say, "I'm gonna brush my teeth,  Jeff, and then we'll pick out clothes
for you to wear." Ryan's got me in the  habit of brushing after dinner. Jeff
clicks off the computer and follows me into  the bathroom leaning against
the doorjamb grinning and watching me. He mostly  grins, smiles, or laughs all
the time. He asks, "Did Albert say anything about  me? I was terrible
dissing the dinner like I did." My mouth's occupied with  toothpaste as I brush,
so I just shake my head no, meaning Albert didn't mention  him. When I'm
rinsing out the toothpaste Jeff takes my toothbrush from my hand  and brushes
his teeth with it looking at me with mirth in his eyes as if he  expects me
to complain. I don't give a shit if he uses my toothbrush. I'm no
germ-o-phobe.


Back in the bedroom, he's deciding  which of my clothes he'll wear. We need
causal comfortable stuff to wear on this  warm night. After stripping to
our underwear we both put on cargo shorts and I  choose a sleeveless t-shirt
to show off my tattoo and guns. Jeff's standing bare  chested, looking at me,
saying, "Jeezz-us, Danny, you're too cool for school! A  tattoo too."
Grinning, I go, "Why the fuck are you dredging up these outdated  sayings? 'Too
cool for school' takes me back to fourth grade, fer chrissakes! At  least
you've progressed from second grade sayings." He laughs, then grinning he
says, "Bite me, why don'cha," and then tries to move out of my reach, but I'm
too quick for him. I get my arm around his neck wrestling him up against my
body, then bite his earlobe like I did in the kitchen. And like in the
kitchen I  have the same thought, 'He smells good''. We're giggling like  seventh
grader's until I realize he's slack against me, sort of laying his head
next to mine, our bodies pressed together from our crotches to the top of our
heads. Yes, he definitely smells youthfully good. I lick his ear and watch
him  grin. Pulling his face up with my fingers under his chin I give him a
sweet kiss  on his lips and his eyes close right away, I guess he closed his
eyes so he  doesn't have to watch... ha ha. This is basically what Ryan and I
just did in his  bedroom, but the emotions I feel for Jeff aren't remotely
like the ones I felt  with Ryan.


I do a couple of brotherly kisses and  Jeff murmurs, "It's okay, you can
kiss me now because I need to learn how to do  it in case Albert wants to
make-out. He makes my dick get hard." I say, "Yeah,  you've mentioned that to me
before. Do I make your dick get hard?" He goes, "No,  but you're the cutest
guy I've ever seen." Grinning, I give him another soft  kiss on his lips,
then another one with more intensity and he kisses back a  little. I much
prefer Ryan's scraggily beard against my face, but Jeff's smooth  as-a-baby's
face is awfully nice to. My hand rubs up the back of his  sandpaper-feeling
head as I do a deeper kiss with his mouth getting looser and  opening a
little. The sides of our noses rub together as my tongue slides on his  tongue
and I feel his body shudder a little. Then, with his lips caressing mine,  I
gently suck on his tongue and then suck on his top lip until he pushes away
from me, red faced and panting a little, saying, "I felt your," and he
points at  the lap of my cargo shorts, "Your boner against my leg." I shrug, "So
what?" and  he says, "I'm, ah, only doing 'that' with Albert, not you. I'm
sorry, Danny,  you're really cool but I get a boner around Albert." Letting
go of him and  sitting on the bed, I mumble, "So do I. Albert gives me boners
 too."


He says, "I didn't mean to  hurt your feelings, it's just..." I go, "Hell, I
don't blame you, Jeff. Like I  told ya, I think he's sexy as hell too," and
toss him a short-sleeve shirt.  Catching the shirt, he asks, "How serious is
your relationship, your's and  Albert's?" I slip on sandals, thinking,
'That's a good question! What are my  feelings? I shrug saying, "That's hard to
describe. Lets say I love him  like a friend, but you'll need to ask him
about his feelings for me." Jeff's  thinking about that while putting on my
Polo shirt. It's a pull-over golf-type  Polo shirt, and when he has it on I
realize it's Chubby's shirt. It obviously  got mixed in with my stuff doing
wash at Merrimack, but Jeff has it on so I'll  let him wear it. I go, "I need
that Polo shirt back, Jeff," and he goes, "Oh  yeah? Well, maybe I'll give it
back and maybe I won't. I like it too." Fucking  kids! He just graduating
high school and there's still a lot of childishness  about him.  He looks
good though. He's got a nice body, nice  everything actually. Jeff looks
serious for once, as he says,  "Um, don't  take this the wrong way, it's only a
question, Danny, but would you hate me if I  somehow steal Albert from you and
he becomes my boyfriend?  I mean, if  him and me become real boyfriends and
you, I don't know, you'd be our close gay  friend, would that devastate
you?" What a fuckin' dreamer this kid is! He adds,  "I mean, there seems to be
electricity between Albert and me. I'd walk around  with a boner if he was
my boyfriend, being strict with me all the time." Good  luck with that,
although I gotta admit that Jeffrey is a kid after my own  submissive heart.
Ryan's in love with me, but I don't tell Jeff that. Instead I  go, "I'd probably
be a little jealous, but I wouldn't hate either one of you.  And sure, we'd
still be friends."


We're dressed with me  sitting at my desk and Jeff walking around the room,
saying, "Six hours ago I  was a gay boy in the closet, way back in the
closet without a gay friend to my  name, and now I have two gay friends and I've
got the wildest crush on one of  them.  Albert's like the boy of my
fantasies and happily I'm feeling  electric sexy vibes back from him. I'm sort of
in love with everything about him  already, and I sense him returning some of
my feelings." Jesus, he's more than a  dreamer, he's delusional! I should
describe 'projection' to Jeff, as in he's  projecting his desires onto Ryan
because he so much wishes they were real.  But, I'm like, "Love at first
sight, huh?" He's grinning again, saying, "Don't  make fun of me, you prick, or
I'll tell you to bite me again," and I chase him  around with him letting
himself get caught. We fall on the bed in each other's  arm with me licking
his ear, then biting his earlobe again. Well, he is  eatable.


We stop struggling with both  of us laughing, feeling a little silly. He's
a sexy armful though, and I've  already noticed numerous times he smells
good. Jeff gooses my ass, asking, "Who  do you think looks better with Albert's
haircut?" I go, "Me of course." He  smiles, "Ya know, Danny, if I hadn't
met Albert you could be my boyfriend. I'd  let you be my boyfriend if for no
other reason than you're the best looking  person I've ever seen," and I go,
"You also said we could be twins." He laughs,  "Well I'm wicked fucking cute
too, ya know. Don't ya think so?" I say, "Like I  said before, you're cute
enough to eat. Lets form a mutual admiration society  together." We lay on
the bed quietly for a moment, Jeff running his fingers  through the quarter
inch hairs on top of my head, seemingly very comfortable  laying more or less
in my arms. It reminds me of how comfortable he was almost  laying on Ryan
in the gazebo. Jeff's one of those touchy/feely people, and I  like that
about him. After a minute of silence, during which I'm almost as  comfortable
as Jeff seems to be, he says, "Show me some more kisses so when  Albert wants
to make-out with me I won't look like a nerd." We roll around a  little on
the bed in each other's arms kissing, with Jeff now actively  participating,
but it's obvious he hasn't done much, or more likely none  of this until
now.  Jeff and his naked friend Troy apparently didn't get  into any kissing
while jerking each other off and stuff, as Jeff put  it.


I've got a raging boner when  Ryan appears at the head of the secret
stairs, saying, "We'll ain't this just  the sweetest thing. Didn't take you long,
Danny." Jeff and I break apart and  we're both weirdly blushing as if we got
caught playing with ourselves by our  moms. Jeff's stammering, "I'm, we,
ah, Danny was," and Ryan laughs. "You two  look like you got caught with your
hand in the cookie jar." I feel stupid as I  get off the bed. Ryan grins,
asking, "And why the fuck are you blushing, Danny?"  I shrug, chuckling,
"Fuck, if I know. Jeff wanted to practice kissing in case  you wanted to. The
kid's got a ginormous puppy love crush on you." Ryan looks  sincerely surprise,
and Jeff looks pissed, "Danny! Thanks a lot, ya prick!" He's  blushing
again. I go, "Take it easy, Jeff!  Albert's flattered." Actually  Albert looks
like he can't believe his ears, as he gazes at Jeff, asking,  "Really? You
have a crush on me?" Red-faced Jeff nods his head, "Yeah, but I  didn't think
Danny would be prick enough to tell ya." Fucking kids, ya know? He  just
turned nineteen two weeks ago and the first gay guy he meets he falls in  love
with. Wait a fucking minute, I was the first gay guy he met. These gay
Georgia hicks don't know what they're doing! I look at Ryan, who looks back,
asking, "What?" I'm chuckling, "I'm jealous, that's what." And I realize I am.
 Jeff's still pouting about me embarrassing him, so Ryan says, "Stop
pouting,  Jeff. Danny's right, I am flattered. How about showing me what Danny
taught  you." Jeff mutters, "Not now, I'd be self conscious, like you guys are
making  fun of me, especially that prick, Danny." Kids! Ryan sits next to
Jeff, saying,  "You know what's ironic? Danny gets his feelings hurt just as
easily as you do.  Don't act pouty like he does though, that's a pain in my
ass," and I yell,  "Hey!" Ryan laughs, then says, "Well, you are super
sensitive. Anyway, are we  ready to go, or what? It's eight-thirty." I feel the
vibrating of my cell phone.  Taking it from my pocket I see a text from Brad,
'Where the fuck are you,  Boston?' I text back we're on our way.


While going down the secret  stairs to Ryan's bedroom he has his arm across
Jeff's shoulders whispering to  him and I hear Jeff say, "Okay, I want to
but only with you, Albert." Fuck,  how'd I get to be the third wheel? Ryan
has the same problem with Jeff he has  with me. Jeff and I are both three
inches taller than Ryan so his arm never  reaches all the way across our
shoulders. I just now realized that while walking  down the stairs behind them.
Doesn't seem to bother Ryan though. Letting go of  Jeff, Ryan grabs his wallet
and keys off the bureau and we go down to the first  floor individually,
with nobody's arm around anybody. I hear music coming from  the library, then
glasses clinking together, so it looks like Ryan's parents are  in for the
night having a few after dinner drinks. Ryan goes into the library  alone to
say goodnight and tell them where we're going. I hear his mother say,  "Oh,
the Bradford's house. That over on Tulip Lane near the pond." Then there's
some more mumbling I can't make out. Bumping his shoulder against mine, Jeff
says, "Ray Charles, Georgia On My Mind." I frown, "What?" and he says,
"That's  the song that's playing in the library." I go, "Oh yeah, it's nice." He
grins  and says, "Bite me," and I do a half-ass attempt to bite his ear. He
says, "I  wanna tell you something. Ah, I'm sorry I yelled at you, Danny.
That was my  bad." I just grin and squeeze his shoulder as Ryan says, "Let's
go. Which one of  you is going to cram himself in the back seat?" I say,
"The child of  course."


Jeff doesn't complain about  sitting in the back seat of the Mini although
he has to do it sideways with his  feet on the seat, his knees up. As Ryan
drives, Jeff tells us he vaguely  remembers Bradford as a high schooler two
years ahead of him, but he didn't know  he was gay. He asks, "Do you think
he'll mind me coming along?" I say, "I don't  know because I hardly know him,
but I'll bet he's the kind of guy that goes with  the flow, easy like." It's
less than a five minute drive to Brad's house which  is another very nice
house, but not in the same category as the Wilcox's place.  Touchy/feely Jeff
stays close to Ryan walking up the front brick walk bumping  his side
against Ryan's until Ryan puts his arm around the back of Jeff's waist  and gives
him a hug. Ryan rings the bell and Brad's boyfriend, Timmy, opens the
door, saying, "Hi," and stepping back, then he sees Jeff ,"Hey, Bell, wassup?"
and they do the one arm hug with a sort of handshake. Tim's like, "Um, are
you,  um," then he looks at me, asking, "Does he know?" I go, "Yep, and he's
on our  team." Timmy gives Jeff a two-arm hugs kisses his cheek, saying, "Oh
fuck! If I  only knew, Jeff. I've had a crush on you like for three years."
Ryan and I  exchange glances and then Brad comes out of the kitchen with a
beer in his hand.  "Dudes, good to see ya," and he does the one arm hug
routine with Ryan and me,  them points at Jeff, like he asking, 'Who's he?'  Who
indeed?


We introduce Jeff with a  little bit of background about the baseball
try-outs. Brad, in his  outgoing-hot-shit way, makes a big fuss over Jeff like
they're high school  buddies, which they never were. I say to Ryan, "Looks
like Brad's stealing your  fan boy," and Ryan says, "I still got you," and he
grins hugging me around the  waist. Mostly Ryan's staring at Timmy who he's
had a crush on since moving here.  Brad says, "Lets have a beer and I'll tell
you boys what we're doing tonight."  In a bloodless coup Brad's obviously
relieved Ryan as our leader, and now he's  the leader. It's funny how that
fact is acknowledged silently by all of us,  especially by Ryan because he can
still hardly believe he's now a part of Brad's  crowd.

We adjourn to the impressive  kitchen, which I saw part of from the foyer.
Tim asks, "Beers for you guys?" and  we shrug so he passes out bottles of
India Pale Ale. Never heard of it but it  taste like beer. Without thinking I
take out my box of cigarettes and Brad says,  "No smoking in the house, but
you can smoke where we're going." Tim's  non-sequitur question interrupts
Brad, "What's with these fucking haircuts? Now  Jeff Bell has Danny's haircut
disaster," and Brad says, "It's Albert's doings.  Danny told me Albert gives
haircuts to his boyfriends any way he wants, anyway  Albert wants. Is that
about right, Albert?" Ryan says, "Yep, ask my boys." Tim  ask Jeff, "You're
his boyfriend?" and Jeff says, "Yep." Tim moves away from Jeff  now and sort
of leans on Brad. Brad's my size and age, and in my opinion he's  'good
looking', but not cute. He's also another slim guy, but he has wide  shoulders
and a beard, but unfortunately he shaves regularly so no scraggily  beard
like Ryan's sexy one. Tim's got the same baby face complexion as Jeff, so  as
far as I'm concerned Ryan wins the beard contest easily. I think young guys
just starting to grow a beard and keeping the beard kinda short are usually
uber  cool and sexy looking. I love that look, but hate a full thick mature
beard on a  guy. Just my opinion. Also It's my opinion Ryan's sexier and
more desirable than  any of the other's here. Jeff and Timmy are easily cuter
than Ryan, but he more  than makes up for that in other ways. I'd like him
to jump my bones right now  actually.


Brad tells us, "Listen-up you  perverts. I recently got a membership to The
Back Door, which is a private  gays-only club two towns over. It's about a
twenty minute ride from here. The  club's comprised of mostly older members,
one of whom I'm having an affair with,  but they're trying to recruit
younger guys." I glances at Tim who rolls his eyes  at Brad like he's not too
happy about the 'older man' affair of Brad's. Brad  just keeps on talking,
"Ollie, that's who I'm having an affair with, sponsored  me for membership to
the club a few months ago. The place is pretty cool, isn't  it Timmy?" Tim
shrugs taking a big breath as Brad swallows about half a bottle  of beer. He's
one of those guys who can just let it roll down their throat.  Chubby can do
that. Four of us listen as Brad goes on, "There are bars on two  floors
with hot, handsome bartenders. First floor is a regular sports bar with  pool
tables and about ten plasma TV on the walls, ya know how that goes. The
second floor there's a DJ three nights a week, Saturday night being one of the
nights, plus little rooms where you can get to know someone better who you
just  met, if you know what I mean. Dancing and drinking too and once you're
inside  you're legal age for purchasing booze of your choice. I can get you
in as  guests, but there's a twenty dollar cover for each of you, and that
does  not include any free drinks. They discourage members bringing guests so
I can  only bring six per month and I'll happily let you four be my last
guests for  this month. Whaddaya say?" I automatically look at in-charge Ryan
and he says,  "Hell, yeah, we're in, Brad." Jeff says, "Sounds awesome, but
will those older  guys be hitting on us?" Brad laughs, "Of course they will,
ya little fucking  twink. They'll probably be hitting on you and Timmy the
most... ha ha ha. They  love the cute twinks, ya know." We're frowning as
Timmy goes, "Don't listen to  Brad's bull shit. I've been there twice and
there's minimal interaction from  most of the older guys, um, until they get
drunk." Brad chuckles giving Timmy a  hug, then a kiss on his mouth.


So, we finish our beers with Brad  doing most of the talking and the rest
of us laughing at his funny stuff. I'm  thinking I could do some dancing
tonight even though Ryan can't dance for  shit, but maybe one of the other boys
can. I'll get to wow everyone with my  awesome dancing ability, with thanks
going to my ex-boyfriend Willie for the  hours we spent in his bedroom
teaching me how to dance cool. Yeah, well he  taught me other things in his
bedroom too.  Jeff says, "I'll ride over with  Timmy and Brad," so we all go
outside and get in the cars. Ryan and I will  follow Brad's car which tonight
isn't the SUV we fucked in, but a rather boring  looking four-door gray Honda
Accord. Outside I say, "Ryan, maybe I should drive.  Brad might not be as
safe a driver as you." He says, "Yeah, go ahead because I  want to talk to you
about something." Ryan can't do much talking when he  drives. I pull out
and follow the Honda as Ryan asks, "What's going on with you  and Jeff? And,
where you kidding about him having a thing for me? I mean it  looked to me
like he seemed pretty much into you." I go, "No, it's you who has  won his
heart." Ryan goes, "Goddammit I'm serious!" I go, "I am too, he has this
monumental crush on you." Ryan takes a big breath, then says, "I'm flattered,
like I said, but it might cause a complication. It's like I've got this wicked
 crush on Tim, but Jeff's cute and hot too. So, if even one of them wants,
ya  know, to mess around sexually with me, that's where the complication
might come  into play." I'm like, "Whaddaya mean?" and he goes, "I've forbidden
you from  side-sex as long as you're living with me, so it'd be a double
standard if I got  it on with one of them. Ya know what I mean?" I go, "Sure,"
and he adds, "Of  course I have no way of knowing  if you've paying any
attention to my  no side-sex rule. I guess I'm wondering how pissed-off you'd
be if Jeff, or Tim  and I do it. Jeff at least seems to want to, assuming you
two aren't jobbing me  about that." I go, "Jesus, Albert, I wouldn't do
that to you. I just repeated  what he told me and now he's pissed at me for
telling you, but my loyalty is to  you." He says, "Okay good, but would you
mind terribly if I fucked one of them?  That's what I'm trying to ask." I say,
"I've no right to 'mind', Albert. Go  ahead, but I'd rather not hear the
details. I've, um, got increased hots for you  since moving here so consider my
feelings." He just nods and mumbles, "Okay, no  details."


As I'm driving I feel Ryan staring at  me so I glance at him, "What?" and
he leans over kissing the side of my face.  "It's you I'm in love with, just
so you know. I've, um, never had the chance for  side-sex before and it'd be
cool to know someone other than you wants to have  sex with me, that's
mostly why I want to do it." I go, "Cue the violins." Ryan  doesn't say anything
for a few seconds, then he quietly says, "Don't be mean,  Dylan. That's not
like you." I say, "I'm sorry, but did you ever think I might  be a little
jealous?" He mutters, "I shouldn't have called you Dylan just now."  As if
that's the important part of what we're talking about. Then he's like,  "Um,
are you jealous?" I go, "Yeah, I guess I am. I've been kinda feeling really
close to you lately, Albert." I look at him, "It's, ah, like you suggested
earlier today, I look up to you and I feel good about how close we've
become,  that's all. Oh fuck, I don't know. To answer your question, yes I'm
jealous, but  mostly I'm happy for you. I've been telling you for a couple of
years how cute I  think you are, and that your sexiness is off the fucking
charts, so of course  others are going to see that too. I mean now that you're
out of hiding and  interacting with guys around here." He goes, "Thanks to
you, but you know I love  you, so there's no need to be jealous. I just want
to see what it's like being  you for a night." I just give him a 'look',
saying nothing. I do not want to get  in that type discussion. I've had enough
of those  with Robby over the  years. It's like, 'I just wanna be you, Dylan,
for awhile'. What bull shit! They  don't have any idea what it's like being
me. It's not as easy as it looks, I'll  tell you that much.

We're quiet again until Ryan  asks, "So, you're really feeling closer to me
and you look up to me now?" I nod  my head, and he gushes, "That's
wonderful, Dyl... Danny." I laugh, "Dyldanny?  Is that my latest new name?" Ryan says,
"You've really made me happy telling me  about your feelings for me, and I
won't press my luck and ask if you love me  too. You'll tell me when you do,
right?" I'm rolling my eyes but he can't see me  do it in the dark. He
waits another minute or so, and when I say nothing,  he goes,  "Um, am I being a
pain in the ass about anything. Is there  anything you want me to try doing
differently?" Huh, do I want him to do  anything differently? I go, "Ya
know what? I like the way you're doing  everything, especially since we got
home. Don't make more of this than it  is, but I really like living and working
with you, and I think you're right, you  are helping me to grow up. I feel
more mature already. Have you noticed?" He  says, "No, not really, but it's
hard to tell subtle changes in only a week, but  to me you've been perfect
since the first day we got here. You certainly are  helping me, there's no
question about that." I hold out my hand, "Okay, we're  good. Shake on it that
you'll keep doing what you're doing and so will I." We  shake hands and
Ryan leans over, I turn my face to him and we kiss on the lips.  He murmurs, "I
love you, in case I haven't mention that before." I grin,  "Thanks, don't
stop doing that either." I feel good about us, and I'm happy Ryan  has an
admirer or two, other than me I mean. For some reason our talk gave me a
boner. Maybe it's from telling Ryan I admire and look up to him. I'm of course
referring to here in Georgia. Here he's sort of my life-line so I've got
little choice except to look to him, me being far from home and  all.


Finally Brad's taillights flash  on, along with a left turn signal, and he
pulls into a crowded parking lot  of what looks like a warehouse. Guess
there's a lot of gays in Georgia after  all. I park and we get out meeting the
guys at the entrance where Brad's  signing something and then inside the
vestibule he says, "Y'all need to fork  over twenty bucks, boys. I had to sign
for you guys and they'll bill me at the  end of the month on my monthly dues
statement " As we're all counting  out the money I have this thought that if
I was a suspicious person I might  suspect a little swindle going on here.
Like maybe it's a more realistic ten  dollars for guests and we just paid
for Brad's drinks tonight with the extra  ten dollars each. I give him my
twenty dollars and then see, over his  shoulder, a discreet sign stating
'members only... invited guests  $20 per night'. Good thing I don't have a suspicious
mind. We go upstairs  without going into the sports bar. This place is much
nicer looking on the  inside than the outside where it looked like a dive.
The second floor has  fairly loud generic club music being played by a very
gay DJ who's wearing  woman's make-up. He's also wearing what looks like
girl's PJ's, but I could be  wrong about that. It's crowded with no seats
available at the bar, but at the  end of the bar guys are in a short line
ordering drinks. Bradford says, "First  round is on me. Danny, you come with me to
help carry some of the beers back."  Ha ha, yes sir, but I don't say that.
Lots of dancing going on and I like seeing  this scene of only males
interacting. I haven't been in a lot of gay bars or  clubs, but this one seems
pretty much like the few I have been in. Mostly men in  their thirties and up
with a smattering of very old gay men, bald or with white  hair, most of them
looking around at the younger guys.

It's noisy, but not so  you need to shout to be heard. Brad said we could
smoke, but the sign clearly  says, 'No Smoking'. Oh yeah, in smaller
lettering, 'except in designated area'.  Well, there's that anyway. At the bar Brad
and I wait for an overweight man  to order three hard lemonades. Brad ask
me, "What do you think of the club?" I  go, "If I get served in a place it
immediately goes on my list of favorite  places." He nods, "Tell me about it.
Everyplace you go there's a posted notice  that if you don't look at least
thirty years old they'll card you." Then he  orders five India Pale Ale beers
and I see him pay with a twenty dollar  bill, so pretty good prices. No
gouging, although I wouldn't expect it in a  private club. They're not going to
be gouging each other. I carry two of the  bottle towards our boys in the
corner, and when I'm close enough to see  them clearly it looks like Jeff and
Timmy are vying for Ryan's attention, All of  them smiling and Ryan's taking
turns hugging them. He just did it to Timmy and  they had a quick kiss on
the lips too. Then Jeff's trying to push Tim away  from Ryan, all of them
laughing. Brad looks annoyed with Tim as he passes a beer  to him, then one to
Ryan. I give one to Jeff, as Brad asks, "What's going on  here?" and Timmy
says, "Jeff and me are fighting over Albert. Look at his  beautiful eyes."
Eyes that Ryan rolls at me, like the boys are so annoying, but  I know better.
Being the center of attention is giving Ryan a boner, and I think  I'm
happy for him.


Jeff's as tall as me, but Timmy's only  like an inch taller than Ryan.
Again I wonder for a second why I'm not getting  more attention from the Georgia
gay boys, my ego is taking a hit here. Both Jeff  and Tim are certainly
cute enough to be interesting. Tim with his sexy  light brown hair cut preppy
style. He's very clean and neat looking with that  light complexion that
always looks just-scrubbed. He's still  just eighteen and feisty as a puppy and,
like Jeff, usually  smiling. On the negative side Timmy giggles a little
too much for my taste and  he has a two inch dick, and he's the one Ryan has
the ginormous crush on. Ryan  told me he's been ogling Tim since moving here
before finally meeting him at  Bible Study last Wednesday night, thanks to
me. Jeff appears to be holding his  own getting Ryan's attention and it's
interesting because Tim isn't aware of  Ryan's desire for him, plus he's Brad's
boyfriend, and then there's Jeff who  proclaimed a ginormous crush on Ryan,
and Ryan is aware of  that. Plus Ryan loves me and I just told him how much
I admire how he's been  handling everything. So, the question is: who's
Ryan going to spend the most  time with tonight? I don't know, except I have a
feeling it isn't going to be  me.


Brad and I are talking while the other  three flirt with each other. He's a
good talker and he's got this dry sense of  humor while also showing a bit
of a more dominant attitude now that he knows  where I stand on that. He's
moved up dominance-wise from our first fuck when he  was feeling me out and
acting sort of self deprecating, then at Bible study he'd  already got a
whiff of my submissive tendencies and felt comfortable  telling me and Timmy
what to do. So tonight he's very much in a leadership mode  telling Timmy,
"Stop hanging all over our new friend, Albert. And you too Jeff,  you're
attracting attention acting like love sick twelve year old boys. And  don't
encourage them Albert." Tim and Jeff smirk, but Ryan frowns like, 'Who the  fuck
are you talking to?' and I'm glad to see he's much more confident around  Brad
then he was at Bible study. Two dominant types, but Brad's definitely the
alpha dog here. Some guys are natural leaders who take it for granted,
mostly  because it's always comes naturally to them. Better them than me. Ryan,
Brad, and I are about the same age, we'll all be twenty-one  in the next few
months, and then there's Tim and Jeff who both just graduated  high school
this year.


When we've finished our beers, Brad  says to all of us, "I need to tell you
a few things. Y'all need to stay here so  I'll know where to find you. I
don't want you wandering off, any of you. Stay  together and if you have a
question about any thing, Tim's in charge so ask him.  He's been here before
and knows the club rules and his way around. If any of you  get in trouble
it's my membership that gets canceled. Got it?" He said that in a
conversational voice, nothing especially bossy. Just explaining the lay of the  land.
We're all giving him blank stares with Ryan and me a little irked at being
talked to like eighteen year olds, but Brad's got a big friendly smile  on his
face and apparently not meaning any offense so we let it  slide. Brad's
saying, "Okay then, I gotta tell ya you're some really cute dudes  and I love
hooking up with you, but right now I'm gonna check out my main man  over
there near the entrance. He just came in, so I'll catch up with y'all  later."
He hands me his empty beer bottle and I stare at it like I don't know  what
it is for a second. Brad walks away and I glance at Timmy, who's now  suppose
to be in charge? Heh heh. I watch Brad walking towards the entrance
because I'm curious about the older dude he says is his main man. None of them
standing near the entrance look anywhere near our age, then Brad kisses and
hugs  a man who's in his thirties with a bristly black  mustache. Mustache
puts his arm around the back of Brad's waist and  leads him in the direction of
the bar the way a guy does with a girl, or the way  Ryan does with me,
Willie too and occasionally ditto for my lover, Robby.  So Brad's versatile,
dominant sometimes and submissive to his sugar daddy  other times. Huh!


I look at Tim and see he's  wiggling  his finger at me that I should come
over.  I swallow the last of my beer and lean in, "What's up, Tim?" He says,
"Stay  here with Jeff while I dance with Albert." I go, "Yeah, right. Forget
about  that, Timmy. I'm not standing here no matter what Brad said, I'm
getting another  beer." He wets his lips gulping, then says, "Okay, that's a
good idea, get us  all one. Jeff, you go with him, but come right back here."
He sees me  smirking and rolling my eyes at Jeff, and Tim goes, "I'm not
kidding, Danny!  Brad wants to know where we are in case he needs us for
something." I  go,"Needs us for what?" He's holding Ryan's hand and Ryan looks
happy about  that. Timmy says, "Never mind what he needs us for, just bring
the beers back  here." It's hard not to laugh because, like Wednesday night,
the words Tim says  are bossy and confident, but not the way he says them.
He's intimidated by me I  think, but his hero Brad said he's in charge so
Timmy's doing the best he  can with that, and I'm not helping much. He's a cute
little girlie thing  though, and when I asked him what Brad would need us
for, he squeaked out his  non-answer with tears in his eyes. I felt bad for
him so I'm not teasing him  anymore. Now he pulls Ryan's hand and they walk to
the dance floor, Timmy not  real confident about his in-charge role. Ryan's
looking back at me grinning  about poor Tim's attempt to tell me what to
do. He's also grinning because  he's holding hands with Tim. It's hard for me
to believe that out of all  the boys at church and Bible study Ryan picked
Timmy to  go secretly gaga over. Tim and Brad are a 'couple' by default since
 they didn't know any other gay boys in town. Not until I showed up  anyway.


Ryan and Tim disappear in the crowd  of dancing men and I tell Jeff, "Looks
like you're stuck with me. Come on, we'll  get another beer." He nods his
head still looking after Ryan and Tim, who he'd  obviously rather be with.
Jesus!  We get to the bar where I look for Brad  and the Mustache man, but
they're not here. Maybe they're in one of the little  rooms getting to know
each other better. And oh great, there's like ten  people in line now at the
end of the bar. I'm standing here thinking we'll try a  little later when
someone taps my shoulder. Turning my head I see a guy who's  maybe thirty years
old, or early thirties, sitting at the bar. He's got a full  blond beard and
a fresh blond buzz cut. In my mind those two things do not look  good
together. He says, "I'll order what you need, boy, come here." Jeff  looks at me,
I shrug and walk the two step to where the man's sitting at the  bar. He
puts his arm around me pulling me against him, asking, "What's your  name?" I
mumble, "Felix," which is the first name that came to mind. He looks at
Jeff, waving his hand for him to come over. Jeff steps up to my side, away from
 the bearded man. Beard asks me, "What's your shy twinky boyfriend's name?
I say,  "Raymond," and he calls to the bartender, "Teddy, get your ass over
here! I  need to get drinks for my twinky friends Felix and Raymond." Jeff's
 smirking at me while giving Beard the jerk-off sign, moving his fist back
and forth under the bar's overhang. He's so young looking, bratty, and cute
 that I have to grin at him. The bartender, Teddy, gives Beard the finger
and  does not get his ass over here. Beard laugh a phlegmy laugh, saying,
"He's  my life partner, he'll be over." He hugs me tighter and starts snuggling
his  bearded face against the side of my face kissing my cheek. Pulling his
head away  from mine, he says, "Damn, you smell sexy." I smell the back of
my hand and say  nothing while I'm staring at the bartender hoping he soon
does gets his  ass over here.


This guy, Beard, isn't bad  looking at all. He's nice looking as a matter
of fact except for the weird combo  of buzz cut and full beard, a beard
that's hanging most of the way down his  neck. He has a strong cologne on too and
his breath smells like peppermints. Not  an offensive man, but not even
close to someone I'd be interested in. When Teddy  gets his ass over here, he
goes, "Whaddaya want?" I say, "Five bottles of India  Pale Ale," and Beard
says, "Put it on my tab, Teddy." Teddy gives him the finger  again, grinning,
then leans over and him and Beard do a sloppy kiss with big  tongues. Gross!
Now Teddy's looking in the beer cooler and Beard's arm goes  up from my
waist and his hand runs up the back of my head, as he nods his head  at Jeff,
asking, "You two are either brothers or lovers, right?" I don't  say anything
as Jeff's trying to back away from Beard and me but he can't  get far
because guys are all around bumping into each other and copping feels on  various
asses. I chuckle when Jeff yips, "Ah!" and goes up on his toes. The two
older men behind him are chuckling at each other. Maybe a double goose on
Jeff's  cute ass.


I'm still wrapped-up by Beard's arm,  as Terry's opening the bottles of
beer looking at Beard and me, pointing with  the bottle opener at my haircut
with a shrug, like, 'What the fuck that all  about?'. Beard asks, "Yeah, what
in the fuck club do you and Raymond belong to  that ya gotta get haircuts
like this?" His hands on top of my head now, rubbing  it. I say, "Were into
sadism, and casting spells, and shit like that. We do wild  things like
Raymond swallowed this big fat ugly hairy spider a half hour ago."  Beard's jaw is
hanging open, then he says, "You're full of shit!" I go, "Fuck  you then!"
I get really serious when I say, "Only last week Raymond had a vision  that
we should get identical haircut so we stole clippers from old man Arnie's
barber shop and did the haircuts from his vision of ourselves. We're fucked
up  on acid right now too and I'm peeing down my leg." He looks at me, than
Jeff,  who's frowning, then magically Jeff picks his nose with his finger
going in  covering the finger nail as he makes a goofy face like he's in
ecstasy. Genius!  I almost laugh out loud, but do my fake coughing for  thirty
seconds instead with Beard patting my back. He's looking at my  crotch seeing
if I actually am peeing my pants. I can't wait to tell Sammy my  peeing my
pants line when I get to work Monday.


Beard says, "You're two  fucked-up twins alright, but I need something from
you for buying you two  weirdos five beers," so he gropes my crouch and
gives me an open mouth kiss  with his fat soft disgusting tongue filling my
mouth. Some  tongues just aren't meant be used in another person's mouth.  Only
fairly firm tongues, but not hard ones, should be used for deep  kissing.
Beard's kiss was gag-inducing for sure, but to his credit he passes us  the
beer bottles after the kiss, saying, "Have a nice day," and as we walk away
we hear Beard and Teddy laughing their asses off. I think beard was laughing
at  himself, and Teddy was joining in. So, not so bad. Five free beers and
we're  still alive. Jeff says, "Hey Danny, the next time you get called over
by some  old man, I'm running in the opposite direction." I go, He wasn't
an old  man, ya nut," and hold one of the beer bottles under my arm so I can
put my  finger in my nose and we get the giggles and can't stop.


Back at our spot no one else is there  so we set the two beers down for
Ryan and Tim and drink some of ours.  Jeff says, "That fucking Dulson is
monopolizing Albert. He promised we'd take  turns dancing." I ask, Who's Dulson?"
He's like, "Tim Dulson," and I go, "Ah  yes." I'd forgotten his last name.
"Did you know Tim very well in high  school, Jeff?" He nods, "Heh heh, yeah.
I got to know him because he's so  fucking cute, don't ya think?" I go, "Oh
yeah, he is," and Jeff goes, "You know  how it goes, I fantasized he was gay
never thinking he was and then I meet him  tonight and I'm like shocked,
like what the fuck's going on. And now he's more  interested in Albert then
me." After a bit I say, "Do you need anymore kissing  lessons?" and we
make-out casually in between swallows of beer until Ryan and  Tim return and get
their beers off the floor.


They're both sweating as Tim says to  Jeff, "FYI, Albert can't dance for
shit." Tough words said shyly while checking  Ryan to see if he's pissed-off.
He isn't, as Ryan gulps some beer, then  says, "Tim's teaching me. I was
better at the end there," and Tim looks at me,  saying as a question, "I'm glad
you did what you're told, Danny." They're the  words spoken, but they
sounded like a whiny, 'Am I glad you did what you're  told? I can't resist a
little more teasing, asking, "Why are you breaking my  balls with this shit,
Timmy?" More tears in his eyes as he says, "Brad said..."  but he can't finish.
Feeling bad for him again, I grin giving his shoulders a  hug, mumbling, "I'm
just kidding you, bro." He grins then wipes his eyes and  fuck, he's cute
with the little spaces between in super white teeth, the  top ones. Almost
all boys around our age have nice white teeth it seems. Tim  sort of leans
into Ryan as he says, "Albert can't dance for shit, but he's  sexy." What the
fuck is it with these Georgia hicks and Ryan. I mean, I think  he's sexy too,
but back at college I didn't notice a fan club forming around  him. Must
just be a huge coincidence.


Jeff tells the boys about our  experience getting the beers and we get into
laughing fits putting our fingers  in our noses. So childish! Tim shyly
asks Jeff to dance and Jeff says,  "It's my turn to dance with Albert." Ryan
says, "You and me next dance, Jeff."  Tim and Jeff disappear in the crowd, the
perfect couple if you ask me. Ryan  says, "Jesus, I got a huge boner
dancing and touching Timmy. He has no  confidence at all though, did you notice
that?" I nod, saying, "They seem like  kids to me. Cute kids for sure, but
kids." Ryan's like, "Yeah, I guess, but  there's something about Tim that gets
my dick buzzing." There's 'something'  about Tim alright, his two inch dick,
but I'll let Ryan find out for himself. We  finish our beers in between a
couple of kisses. Ryan says jokingly, "I told you you'd fall in love with
me,& didn't I?" I mumble, "Yeah, that's what you  told me," wondering if he
isn't right about that. He looks at his empty beer  bottle and says with a
grin, "Lets get drunk," and we head for the bar through  the crowd of gay men.
Ryan leaning close to me grinning, says, "I think I'm  noticing that maturity
you were talking about on the way over here." I put my  finger in my noise
and we laugh and both of pretend putting our  fingers in our nose.


As we approach the bar a miracle  happens, three men get up from the bar
and we're in two of their seats in a  flash. I half expect the bartender to
tell us the seats are saved, but he comes  down cleaning away their glasses
and wiping the bar with a bar rag, asking,  "What'll it be boys?" This is a
younger bartender then Terry, a very gay  younger one who speaks with a lisp
and is a bit of a swisher. He's youngish  looking and kind of hot with sandy
hair and the obligatory short beard, his is  reddish looking like maybe a
three or four day growth. I see so many guys with  that short beard 'look' and
I gotta wonder who starts these fads anyway.  Actually I've read that gays
set the style that straights pick-up on just  about the time the gays are
getting ready to change to the next fashion  fad. I don't know if that's true
or not. Ryan tells the swisher, "Two shots  of tequila and two draft beers."
Oh fuck! That's always my reaction to  shots, but I always drink them
anyway because there's few stronger pressures  than peer pressure. Most of us
want to be like everybody else. I'm guessing  there's a chance some of us will
eventually outgrow that tendency.


We down the shots of  disgusting tequila and gulp beer to help kill the
taste. Ryan gets the  bartenders attention pointing at our shot glasses and the
guy swishes on down to  us and pour us two more shots. We've both got
twenty dollar bill in front of us  and the bartender takes what we owe for each
round. As he's doing that he  lisps to Ryan, "Are you two a couple? If so
your boyfriend is fucking  sizzling hot! If not," and he looks at me, "I want a
date." Ryan says, "Yeah,  he's my 'boy', ain't he cute?" The bartender
pretends to touch my forehead  pulling his finger back making a hissing sound
like he burned himself. It's  about fucking time somebody gave me a little
attention, so I give the bartender,  Alvin is the name on his name tag, one of
my ninety watt smile. I don't  dare use my hundred watt smile or he might
leap over the bar at me. Alvin  manages to control himself, asking, "Two more
beers?" He asks Ryan that, so  somehow it's conveyed that Ryan's the
dominant one between us. How'd Alvin know  that? Ryan and I have four shots and
four beers over the next hour necessitating  extra cash from our pockets to the
bar. I'm chuckling to myself and Ryan asks,  "What's funny?" and I go,
"We're gonna get Timmy in trouble because we are not  where Brad told us to be
and we haven't been for well over an hour." Ryan  mutters, "Fuck 'em," and
orders another round.


It's a fact that  conversation comes easier when you get a little drunk and
we're mostly talking  about us. It's like that mutual admiration society
thing I mentioned to Jeff  back at the house. Ryan has unlimited compliments
for me professing his love  leading to us kissing at the bar and both of us
getting boners making us giggle  while feeling each other's hard rod. My
maturing efforts are definitely on hold  tonight. Because of the booze our
conversation, not surprisingly, gets pretty  mushy and then I'm telling Ryan
again how sexy he is when he's being in  charge and laying the law down to me.
Then he seriously explains it's not always  an easy job, but he does it
because I need it and he knows it and blah, blah,  blah. If we listen to a tape
of our conversation sober we'd faint from  embarrassment, but that's to be
expected when you try carrying on a  serious conversation drunk.


By the time we even thinking about  moving away from the bar I've built-up
Ryan as the most awesome dominant sex  partner in the history of the world,
and I'm damn lucky to have him. If I  ever act like an ingrate Ryan's got a
responsibility to put me in my place and  more blah, blah, blah until Ryan
takes charge of the situation, saying, "Come  on, baby, we're gonna check out
one of those little rooms Brad mentioned. My boy  needs a hard fucking
before we do anymore drinking." He's got hold of my  hand pulling me off the
stool and I go sprawling on the floor knocking drinks  out of men's hands. No
one's especially pissed except for one hard-ass  poor-sport, who we ignore,
but my clumsiness gets me about fifty gooses on  my ass and crotch as they
set me on my feet. Ryan puts his arm around my waist,  saying, "Stay back!"
to the guys around us getting a round of laughs from the  group. With a
serious expression on his face Ryan's leading me through the crowd  by the hand
with some guys, drunk by now, making snide comments seeing Ryan  pulling me,
and me trying to keep up. Comments like, 'Yeah, take him in  the lavatory
and give your boy a spanking,' and, "Ooueee, somebody's  ass is gonna get
plowed... what's your hurry twink?' shit like that.  Plus we're both getting
goosed on the ass and crotch every thirty seconds,  and it feels good. As I
follow Ryan, I'm thinking he looks tough and cool and  sexy. I'm also thinking I
probably overdid the part about how much I admire him  and the way he
handles himself, and about what an awesome dom he's been to  me and how much I
appreciate it. Oh fuck! I think I told him  that stupid thing about him staying
on my case if he thinks I need it.  Goddammit, and the worse part is not
remembering the other stuff I said. I  can't remember everything, but I know
he soaked it all in. Oh balls, at one  point I got off the stool and made a
jackass of myself fondling him with him  smugly letting me kiss all over his
face. We started laughing after awhile, but  I had this big boner poking out
my pants. What an ass I was. No more shots for  me. Robby has the right
idea: no shots! Him and me are now officially off shots  from now on! He told
me he's never having another shot of whiskey and now I'm  not either!


On our way to finding the little  rooms we stop at the corner, the one
we're suppose to stay in, and find Timmy  alone. Ryan asks, "Where's Jeff?" and
Timmy, about to cry, says, "I don't know.  I've been standing here by myself
fending off older guys waiting for you guys.  Where have you been?" All
this he says to Ryan, not me, and it comes  out as one long whine, plus he's
leaning against Ryan, which has Ryan beaming as  he puts his arm around Timmy.
I check for a bulge in Ryan lap, but he hasn't  sprung another one yet, not
since the ones at the bar. I can tell he drooling  over Tim though. Ryan
whispers in Tim's ear, then takes Tim's hand, and mine,  leading us back to
the bar for some reason, with Ryan saying, "Timmy, you're  sticking with me
the rest of the night." Our seats at the bar are taken  naturally. Ryan,
emboldened by booze, gets himself in between two seated guys at  the bar. He
waits a second, then calls to Alvin, who comes right down and leans  his elbows
on the bar, saying, "Nice tip, thank you." I can see Ryan's eyes  light up
because he pulled me away from the bar forgetting about our money  there. We
were paying for each round as we drank it. There must have been twenty
dollars in ones and fives in change from tens and twenty dollar bills we used to
 paid for our drinks. Ryan shakes that off and orders two shots for Tim and
one  shot for him and me. Then three drafts beers. So much for me joining
Robby's  no-more-shots club. Timmy's looking at Ryan like he's his temporary
dom until  Brad returns. We all down the shots, then Timmy does his second
without any sign  of stress and we carry the beers with us. We're back to
looking for the hall  leading to the little rooms. As we walk and drink,
bumping into guys and  spilling beer, Ryan's drunkenly telling Timmy how he is
going to fuck Tim and me  hard. Timmy's eyes are big, totally into the idea. Me
too.


Tim and I exchange excited grins, oh  boy we're gonna get fucked again
together like Brad did us the garden shed. I  feel younger than Timmy as I'm
hurrying after Ryan. Then Tim and I are kissing  like we did when Brad was
fucking us. Ryan oblivious because he's so intent on  finding the little fucking
rooms. So desperate to find them he begins  asking guys about the little
rooms and it turns out they're on the attic floor,  one flight up. We find the
stairs as I'm noticing discreet signs on  all the wall pointing to what
they call 'Social Rooms'. Going up the steps I  tell Tim, "My bedroom's in the
attic," and as he often does, he says a non  sequitur, "I'm telling Brad you
were making out with me." Why do I bother with  these babies. Tim's
eighteen going on twelve. The hall for the "social Rooms'  has doors all the way
down it on both sides and the first door Ryan tries,  opens. We go in a dimly
lit room with a sloping ceiling and a cot. Ryan pulls  Tim's shirt off, then
his pants, just like that. Now he's staring open mouth at  Tim's little
pecker and his normal size balls that look large compared to  his penis. His
cock's only long enough to hang three-quarters of the way down his  scrotum.
I'm guessing it's  two and a half inches long at the most, but  I saw it get
a tiny bit larger when erect in the garden  shed. Not much longer though,
and it's a pencil dick, meaning thin. A stub of  a pencil dick I guess would
be more accurate. Ryan's  still staring at it although Timmy's oblivious as
he plays with it. I'm  gawking at his two nip rings and the tattoo of a ball
and  chain connecting his nipples.


Ryan's shaking his head a little,  glances at me then back at Tim's dick,
then he says to me, "Suck Tim's cock,  Danny," and Tim holds it out to me
with no expression on his face. Bending over  I take it in my mouth getting a
whiff of his shaved crouch without  detecting any particular odor. Maybe a
slight stale smell like he skipped  bathing today. My tongues all over the
pencil stub with Tim rubbing my shoulders  giggling and moving his feet making
Ryan chuckle. His cock gets really hard  really fast and when I slide it out
on my tongue it's shiny with spit, the  pencil stub sticking straight out
from Tim's body, very straight and tight. Ryan  pulls my cargo shorts and
underwear down just past my ass and, "SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" and a faint
voice from the next room saying, "Yeah, spank  his naughty ass." Leaving my
buttocks red and stinging, Ryan stands in front of  Tim with a semi-boner,
the one he got from  spanking me. Tim bends over  slurping on Ryan's huge
cock the same way he slurped on Brad's average size  one. He took the fat head
of Ryan's big fat cock in his mouth without  commenting on it's size and
weight. Considering the size of Tim's dick, not  commenting on the size of
Ryan's strikes me as very peculiar.


Ryan's running his fingers through  Tim's preppy hair cut that's getting a
little shaggy. Ryan's complimenting  Tim on his hair, his cock sucking
ability, his cute ass, his cute shoulders, his  cute face and you name any part
of Tim's body and Ryan's complimenting the shit  out of it. His brain is all
wrapped up in Timmy. To me Timmy's cute, very few  people would disagree
with that, but sexually he doesn't do it for me. Maybe  it's because of his
occasional girlie mannerisms or his small penis. Other than  that he has an
especially good body. It's a mostly hairless body,  surprisingly hot for it's
small size. Very nice muscle definition from his  shoulders to his feet. Good
body but I have my doubts about how bright he is,  although he did
graduated high school for whatever that's worth. He's  definitely not some skinny
weakling like a 'before' picture in a muscle building  magazine. He's be a
good 'after' picture for smaller bodies. I'm enjoying  watching him suck Ryan's
cock with spit dripping off his chin and his  little hand stroking the
shaft pushing and pulling the foreskin of Ryan's cock  against his lips. There's
less and less foreskin movement as Ryan's big cock  gets harder and harder.
Ryan's stopped complimenting Tim by now  and instead is making, 'Szzzz,'
sounds as he sucks air past his lips  and moves his feet at the sensations
from the head of his now hard cock, that's  got his full attention now.


I slip around behind Tim to get  a good look at his ass and it's pretty
much perfect. Two bubble butt hairless  mounds. The mounds look kinda  plump so
I put my open hands on each cheek  and squeeze... they're firm and tight.
Sweet! Guiding my boned-up cock to the back  of his scrotum I drag the head up
his ass crack and over his asshole. His body's  reflex action to the
stimulation from my boner's head causes his buttocks to  harden, squeezing my cock
between these muscular butt cheeks for a moment  before relaxing again. I do
it again, but this time stop at his asshole and  lean against it as his
anus' lips reluctantly spread a little. Spreading his  firm butt cheeks and
staring at my cock's head partially in his ass, then more  pressure and,
"Ooooh," from me as the head of my cock disappears, slipping in  past his
sphincter muscle. Timmy exhales nosily through his nose arching  him back. The head
of my boner is nestled inside his rectum with his sphincter  muscle tight
around the neck of my cock just under the head. Again  leaning forward pushing
my boner another inch up his ass and Tim takes  Ryan's boner from his mouth
while doing that amazing arching of his back again,  it's like a ballerina
or gymnast or something. He tightens his ass  muscles, grunting, then says,
"Go ahead, Danny, push it all the way in." Ryan  looks pissed as I steadily
push my bare boner up Tim's ass until a guilty  feeling ruins it, so I
reluctantly pull my cock out with Tim going, "Mmmm, nooo,  don't." I mutter, "No
condom, Tim," and he goes in his pocket and comes out with  one, saying,
"It's the only one I got."


Ryan takes the condom from Tim's  finger before he can hand it to me,
mumbling, "No ya don't. This is for me," and  rips open the packer. Tim
straighten up, turns around and puts his  hands behind my neck kissing my lips, then
laughing, "That was for putting your  cock in my ass. It felt like a perfect
fit." The condom Ryan slides on his boner  extends only halfway up the
shaft. It must be a 'small' which makes  sense.Tim's watching, mumbling, "That
cock might not fit up my skinny ass."  Ryan grins, "You'll learn to like my
big boy, Tim. Ask Danny." Tim glances at  me, and then back to Ryan's
engorged cock with the tiny condom on it.  Ryan's looking around the little room,
finally shrugging, saying, "I guess both  you boys could bend over holding
onto the foot of the bed frame." Well, I'm hot  for getting fucked after
watching Timmy suck on Ryan's big cock and then getting  my cock up Tim's hot
pretty ass. I get next to Tim who's already bent over at  the waist holding the
bed frame bar at the foot of the bed. I do the same with  our sides
touching and us grinning at each other. Like in the garden shed, Tim  covers my
left hand with his right one and giggles a little, saying, "I  like sharing a
fuck with you, but don't tell Brad." My eyes are slightly blurry  from the
booze, and I know from experience, even though I think I'm fine  I'm actually
fairly drunk. Like with weed, booze  lessens inhibitions which can lead to
unexpected sexual experiences. Ryan's  behind us, saying, "I'm going up Tim's
ass first because he'll need most of the  condom's lubricant taking my big
cock up his ass for the first time." Timmy  looks back at Ryan, "I'm not
really all that worried about it, Albert. Go ahead  and do it." Brave words,
but said like he didn't mean it. Ryan smacks Tim's ass,  "SMACK" and Tim yips
as Ryan says, "I've got Danny's ass trained to accept my  boner without a
lot of pain, but this will be a new experience for you." Tim  looks back at
him again, saying, "I've been fucked with bigger cock than your's,  Albert.
Much bigger." Which of course is total bull shit because Brad's the  only
other gay guy Tim knows


A bit unsteady on his feet from the  booze, Ryan sways a little putting a
hand on Timmy's buttocks to steady himself,  as he says, "No you haven't,"
and his other hand guides his cock's head to  Tim's asshole, then Ryan humps
the head right in. Tim's back arches unbelievably  as he goes, "Unh, ooh,
feels good." Ryan's got both hands on the front of  Timmy's thighs, his fingers
near Tim's small junk, as he moves his hips forward  pushes his boner right
up Tim's ass with Ryan going, "Ooooh," then, "Mmmmmm."  Tim's grunting, his
face red as his ass seems to lift higher, then, "Aaaah,  oooh, yeah, you're
awfully big, but it feels good, Albert. Maybe that guy's cock  wasn't a lot
bigger than your's after all." Ryan's leaning against Tim's  buttocks
breathing fast little bursts. I wonder how Ryan must  feel right now after
lusting for Timmy ever since moving to Georgia and now he's  got his cock up Tim's
ass.


Ryan looks at me with a proud grin on  his face, saying, "Hellava ass on
this kid." He pulls his big boner back and  slides it right back up and this
time Tim yells, "Ow!" and lowers his ass a  little. Then it's, "Slap, slap,
slap, slap, slap," and some dude in the hall  yells, "Fuck that ass!" Ryan's
kinda drunk and not all that concerned with the  nuances of fucking for
mutual pleasure. It's more like he's just getting the  ultimate pleasure for
himself as he slams his cock roughly up Timmy's ass. It  soon occurs to me
Ryan's just going to get himself off and I'll be stuck either  with Tim's pencil
stub of a dick or waiting until Ryan can come up with another  boner.
"Slap, slap,slap," and now Ryan's smacking Timmy's ass with every  thrust. Tim's
making moaning and groaning sounds of deep sexual pleasure with  his body
rocking at every thrust up his ass. They both appear to be deeply into  sexual
pleasure for maybe three minutes until Tim's hard little body becomes
stiff. I see that his cock's as hard as any I've seen, but it still isn't near
three inches long, although it's stretched painfully by the looks of it. The
 pointy red head is swollen twice that of the shaft and then. "Eeeeee!,"
from Timmy and out shoots a hard stream of cum with Tim pulling his ass
forward  humping hard as another four squirts of teen spunk fires from that
little  hard pecker. I glance at Ryan who's boner flop out of Tim's ass when he
humped  his hips forwards.


Ryan loses his balance a little  and backs up to the wall behind us in this
small room. His big boner is swollen  and hanging at half mast between his
legs, shiny with slippery cum, and too too  heavy to stick straight out,
although it is as hard and tight as a fat metal  rod. Tim's using his thumb and
index finger to stroke his prickle fast  and furious getting little sprays
of watery cum from his nuts that travel  three inches at most. I'm still
bending over holding onto the  bed frame staring at everything Tim does,
fascinated by his little  cock. Then out of the corner of my eye I see Ryan pull
the condom off, so I  push my ass up. He slaps it, "SMACK! SMACK!" and pushes
his naked cock up my ass  with my back arching almost as much as Timmy's as
I go, "Ooooow!" and hear  laughter from the room across the hall. They yell
something I can't make it  out. This public fucking leaves something to be
desired. Ryan tells me, "Take my  big cock, boy! You told me at the bar it's
the best cock you've ever had in  you ass." Did I actually say that? Well,
if it's not the best, it's in the top  four or five for sure. Ryan's not
messing around with this, it's fast hard eight  inch drives of his fat boner up
my ass with me jostling with every thrust,  my hand slipping off the frame
and me flopping face first on the bed, a bed  probably fifty guys shot their
loads on. I struggle off the bed with the  constant, fast sounds of male
fucking in my ears, "Slap, slap, slap, slap."  Sensations from my anus and
prostate are screaming pleasure until I'm not  sure where I am. Ryan makes a
straggling sound in his throat, his crotch  flat against me humping on my butt
cheeks shooting what feels like a pint  of cum up my ass. I'm right on the
verge of climax when Ryan does one last hump  and slides sideways pulling
his cock out of my ass as he slowly sits on the  floor next to me with his
back against the bed. Gasping for air he's pulling on  his sloppy dick, sweat
on his forehead.


I pull on my dick too, then see Tim  who's eyes are wide from watching Ryan
fuck me. He's stroked himself  another little boner and our eyes meet, then
he says, "I don't have a condom,"  and I go, "Your safe with me, but don't
try it with anyone else." He gets behind  me, gripping my hips and pushing
his cock easily up my ass, all maybe two and  three-quarter inches of it and
begins a very fast fuck. Amazingly  he's stimulating my prostate with the
perfect size dick to do that.  The swollen head seems to be constantly moving
right over my prostate. The  head of his cock makes-up almost half his
entire penis and I'm soon  moaning with my head back. Timmy leans over me
smacking the back of my head,  asking, "How you like my cock, bitch?" If it wasn't
feeling so awesomely sexy  I'd laugh at that. Then I'm humping my hips as
Tim's still flashing his cock  back and fourth up my ass and it's unbelievable
how good it feels. I squeal like  mad as cum fires from of my hard boned-up
penis, sexual pleasure sensations  flaring in my head and then another slap
from Timmy, "Cum more, you slutty  bitch!" and some one yells, "You tell
her, tiger!" My mouths open as I'm  shivering at the after affects of orgasm.
Holy shit! Still thrusting  his cock in my ass I'm trying to catch my breath
when I get  another smack on the side of my head which weirdly makes me
hump as if  I'm going to have another orgasm. Coming to my senses finally, but
feeling week  after my climax, I reach behind me trying to push Tim away but
he's still  thrusting. It felt fantastic, but now all I want to do is sit
on the floor  next to Ryan and catch my breath and enjoy my orgasm's after
affects.


Timmy won't stop though and I'm  moving around straightening up but he's
clinging  to me humping and  saying, "Almost, I'm almost gonna cum," so I bend
over again and find  myself grinning. Damn that was a good climax Tim
fucked out of me and  his little boner still feels really good in my ass. That
little fucker is  like a prostate stimulator because the head moves over it
like ninety percent of  the time. His fat, pointy pricklet's head. Finally Tim
almost climbs on  my back, his feet off the floor as he's humping against
my butt cheeks and  with a sigh cums in my ass. I don't feel it hit, but it
is a  little slipperier in there. I'd like to have had his first orgasm shot
up my ass. That was a big orgasm that Ryan fucked out of him. Tim slides
off my  back as Ryan gets to his feet and leans against the door not looking
too good. He's very pale, muttering, "You guys put on a good show. That was
so cool when you tried to get away, Danny, but Timmy was clinging to you,
still humping, ha ha," then he does two foul sounding burps.  Tim's bent
over, his hands on his knees, breathing deeply. He lifts his head  looking at
me, asking, "How was it, bitch?" Dumb-ass kid with a pencil stub  dick! But
I laugh and he giggles. Ryan says, "I think I'm gonna throw up,"  and then
he does in the corner away from the bed. Tim and I are pulling up our  pants
as fast as we can. Tim's looking for his shirt and, oh, the  stink! I spot
his shirt on the other side of the bed and grab it, then open the door
pushing Ryan out with Tim  right behind us giggling again. I say, "Albert, put
your dick away. He looks  sick as he drops his head and sees his big limp
noodle hanging out his fly. Tim and I are  going down the steps as Ryan stands at
the top zippering up. Then he slowly  comes down too.


Down on the second floor nothing has  changed. It's still crowded and noisy
with club music thumping out of the  speakers and the place smelling like
whiskey and beer. I'm pushing a finger at  my ass crack trying to stop Tim's
and Ryan's cum from drooling out, then give up  on that, asking him,
"Where's the designated smoking area?" He shrugs, "I don't  smoke. Hey, you got a
good ass for fucking." I go, "Thanks, and I appreciate you  getting me off
like that since Albert sort of left me hanging out to dry there."  Tim says,
"If you want I'll fuck you again in an hour or so. What time is it  anyway?"
I look at my watch, "Um, it's a minute before twelve o'clock." He  mumbles,
"Good, we got two more hours at least. Two o'clock is the earliest they
close." I raise my eyebrows taking a deep breath wondering if I can last
another  two hours." Ryan's supporting himself against the wall. I'm like, "Timmy,
if we  go outside can we come back in without paying again?" He nods,
"Yeah, they stamp  the back of your hand." I go, "Good, help me get Albert to his
car so  he can get a little sleep, then you and me will go back in. Okay?"
He's a little  drunk too so he's not as whiny as usual when he again asks,
"Can I fuck you  again?" I rub his little shoulder saying, "You bet,  tiger."


First though I get  a bottled water from the bar while Tim watches Ryan,
who's again  slumped to the floor sitting there with his eyes closed. Back
with the water I  kneel down and pat Ryan's cheek. He opens his eyes and
smiles, "Here,  drink this, Albert." He guzzles a mouthful, twirls it around in
his  mouth, turns his head a spits it out on the floor as I mutter, "Jesus."
He does  it again and then drinks most of the bottle. Tim and I get him up
and over to  the door just as Brad comes in smelling of cologne. It's the
older man's cologne  because Brad didn't smell like this earlier. I say, "Where
the fuck you been,  Brad. We've been in that fuckin' corner for hours." He
apologizes sounding  drunk, then says he needs to go to the bathroom. We get
the back of our  hands stamped as Tim tells me, "Brad must have just taken
it up the ass from  Ollie. He always thinks he needs to shit after being
fucked by Ollie's huge  cock." I go, "How interesting," and with Tim's help, and
he's a strong  little bastard, we get Ryan to the car. I drove us here so I
have the keys and  unlock the doors. Ryan's mostly asleep by now. I move
the front seats as  far forward as they'll go and get Ryan laying in the back
seat.  He certainly can't stretch out, but I don't think he'll mind. I put
the  window down a inch and lock the car.


Walking back to the club through the  parking lot, I say, "We've gotta find
Jeff. It's been like an hour and a half  since we saw him last. Tim says,
"Grab a smoke out here, and then we'll hunt him  down," which is a good idea.
As I light the cigarette Tim says, "I'm going to  fuck you again tonight,
you okay with that?" I go, "We've been over this five  times already," and he
goes, "Ryan's my man, but tonight I'm gonna stick  with you." I go, "Good,
but we gotta find Jeff before we do anything." He nods  his head and I
ruffle his hair like you do with little kids. He tries combing it  with his
fingers muttering, "I need a haircut, I know. I asked Albert if he'd  do one of
'his boys' specialty haircuts like your's and Jeff's, and he said  he would."
I'm looking at him incredulously, "You're kidding me, right?" and he  goes,
"No, seriously, Albert told me he has the ginormous crush on me and he'd
be glad to do it for me. And for free too." I cannot believe this shit!
"What will your parents say?" He goes, "Nothing. Last summer I shaved my  head.
Remember when that was popular?" I go, "No!" and he mumbles, "Well it  was
here anyway." Flipping my cigarette butt off Timmy's sneaker, making him
giggle, I annoyingly mutter, "Come on, lets find Jeff." Ryan wants to be like
me, huh? Well, he's doing a pretty fuckin' good imitation so far whether he
knows it or not.


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




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Hoping some readers may be interested, there are books of mine  published
and available on Amazon.com. Anyone who has Kindle can download them  for
next to nothing. (Or buy the 'print' version.) The books are under  ten
dollars. They are about a 19 year old gay boy (Oliver) who has a far different life
than  Dylan's. And there is a new book, 'Mike, his Bike and Me'. Please at
least  check them out by typing my name on Amazon.com. Information about the
story in  the books can be found in some detail there. Thank  you.


Donny  Mumford



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