Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2015 16:41:10 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION Chapter  17

DYLAN'S  GEORGIA VACATION


Chapter  17


by  Donny Mumford



I'm with Timmy outside  the gay club smoking a cigarette. We just put Ryan
in the backseat of his Mini  to sleep off his load, and now our next order
of business is finding Jeff.  Finished my smoke Tim and I saunter back into
the club showing the stamp on the  back of our hands and being waved through
by the bouncer. I say, "Let's walk  through the sports bar, maybe Jeff's
there." Bradford Blake passed us ten  minutes ago when we were taking Ryan to
the car. He smelled of someone else's  cologne and he was kinda drunk. That's
the first we've seen of him since we  arrived here around nine-thirty, and
now it's a little after twelve and Brad's  missing again. Tim says, "Lets
shoot a game of pool," and I go, "No, are you  crazy? We gotta find Jeff. You
and Jeff are gonna need a ride back to Brad's  house whenever we get around
to leaving." He asks, "Are you saying you don't  want me to fuck you again
tonight?" I go, "No, I'm not saying that. That little  pecker of your's got
me off really good." He frowns, "It's not that little," and  I say, "Of
course it's not. It's a hellava sex tool, Timmy." And it is too, in a  novelty
sort of way. The fat head of his cock just reaches my prostate so when
thrusting or pulling back that little sucker stimulated my prostate both ways. I
was kinda drunk the first time, so I want to experience it again and see it
I  get the same reaction. I may be exaggerating it in my head, but I don't
think  so.


After circling the  sports bar and not seeing either Bradford or Jeffrey we
go up to the second  floor bar. The DJ is still rocking the place with club
tunes that have the big  beat encouraging dancing. Sadly, I haven't danced
even once tonight and it  doesn't look like I will. Gazing around this club
it doesn't appear  anybody's left this joint. It's still as crowded as ever.
The first place  we check for Jeff is in 'our' corner, the one Brad told us
not to leave, and we  find its now occupied by two guys making-out. I'm
like, "Let's check the  third floor and maybe we'll hear his voice in one of
those little social rooms."  Going up the steps Tim's concerned, telling me,
"I'm not sure I can get it up  again this soon, Danny." I chuckle, "We're not
fucking now! Keep your weenie in  your shorts, we're looking for Jeff."
Actually I'm a little worried about Jeff,  him being a novice gay boy among all
these experienced gay men, many of whom are  on the prowl. On the third
floor I hear voices coming from behind closed doors  in a few of the little
rooms so I stop outside each one listening closely as Tim  peeks inside the
empty rooms. Mostly I can only hear heavy breathing and sounds  of arousal, or
just the muted sounds of male's fucking. I'm not hearing Jeff's  voice,
which doesn't necessarily mean he isn't in one of the rooms. I'm  certainly not
opening doors, and I knew this was a long-shot attempt at finding  him
anyway. Giving up, we go back down to the second floor.


Wandering around the  second floor, dodging dancers and men drinking,
bumping into a few who purposely  step in our paths... the assholes. Some of these
men are undoubtedly trying to  pick up a willing sex partner, a stranger to
have sex with, but it ain't gonna  be me or Timmy. Not if I have anything to
say about it. A half dozen of the men  we pass offer to buy us a drink and
I'm like, "No thank you, we're on a  mission," which gets some laughs and a
few gooses or pats on my ass. No offense  intended towards any of these men,
but I'm glad I don't need to find sex  partners this way. Luckily I've
already found the love of my life in Robby, and  an awesome side-sex buddy in
Ryan. Then I see Brad hanging on some guy not much  older than us. "Come on,
Tim, lets ask Brad." We make our way to him and when he  sees us it's like
Tim and I are his best friends in the world, friends he hasn't  seen in years.
Exaggerated hugs and kisses on the mouth, "Guys, awesome to see  you! Hey,
meet Mitch Frick," and he introduces us by name. Brad's drunk of  course,
but Mitch is not. He gives us a cool greeting, then gives me a second  look,
asking, "You with someone?" and Tim looks at Brad, who says, "Yeah, Mitch,
he's with me, obviously."

Mitch is a big guy, as  in tall and large, but not really what you'd call
fat. He looks like a bully,  that's mostly what he looks like. Big people get
impressed with their own size  after awhile. There's nothing especially
unattractive about him and nothing  especially attractive either. Just some
guy. I tell Brad that we can't find Jeff  and he laughs, saying, "He's with
Ollie." Now that really  pisses me  off! I ask, "Did he know how old Ollie is
when you fixed him up with him?" Brad  goes, "No, and I don't know how old
Ollie is either, but he's hung like a  horse, I know that!" I mutter, "Lucky
you, " and Tim asks, "Where is he now?"  Mitch says, "This is getting boring,
Brad. Can you send your little twinky  friends on their way so we can
continue our conversation?" Giving Mitch a look  of disgust, then deciding to
ignore him, I'm like, "Brad, where are Jeff and  this man, Ollie? Ya know
Jeff's only eighteen, right? An eighteen year old  virgin." Mitch says, "Go away,
please! Can't you see we're talking." Tim says,  "Fuck you, Mitch," but the
way he said it almost sounds like he asked Mitch,  'Should I go fuck
myself?'. We all look at Tim for a second, then Brad looks at  Mitch, then at me,
saying, "Um, they left awhile ago, so I don't really know. If Jeff's still
with Ollie he'll be  upstairs in the last room on the left. That's sort of
Ollie's..." but I don't hear  him finish because I've turned around and waded
into the crowd of men. I'm  heading for the stairs with Tim following me,
saying, "Wait up."


This afternoon Jeff  was a gay boy in the closet, one who didn't know
another gay person, and then in  a matter of hours he had two gay friends, Ryan
and me, then he met a classmate  of his who he didn't know was gay, Tim, and
Tim's boyfriend Brad. Now he's in a  gay men's club and Brad's hooked him up
with an experienced gay man. Obviously  Jeff in over his head, in way over
his head. Ryan and I should have been looking  out for him and I feel like
shit for not doing that, which is why I'm desperate  now to find him and see
that he's alright. We hurry back up the steps and down  to the last room on
the left. I put my ear against the door and hear murmuring  inside, but
can't tell if it's Jeff. Hmmm, if I burst in and it's not Jeff that  wouldn't be
good. Tim asks, "What are you gonna do?" I walk Tim away from the  door and
whisper to him, "I'm going to yell: 'Tim, have you seen Jeff'. You  know,
like I'm looking for him and I spotted you at the end of the hall. If he's
in that room he'll hear me." Tim frowns, "Um, you want me to go down the end
of  the hall?" I chuckle, "No, numb-nuts, I'm pretending your down there."
So I yell  loudly, "Yo, Timmy, have you seen Jeff?" We both look at the door
as someone a  couple of doors down yells, "Shut the fuck up, asshole!" Tim
and I are looking  at the last door on the left and... nothing.


I'm like, "Lets go, I  don't think he's up here." Going down the steps I
ask Tim a random question to  hide how concerned I am, "Ah, um, when's Albert
suppose to give you his  specialty haircut?" Tim's no where near as
concerned about Jeff as I am, as he  excitedly says, "Oh yeah, that. I'm coming to
baseball practice to watch you  guys, and afterwards I'm following Albert's
car to your house. It's gonna be so  cool with the same haircut you and Jeff
have." He's going to follow us to  my house... right. Tim's like, "I gotta
take a piss," and I realize I do  too. In the lavatory I see two pair of feet
below the door in one stall, both  facing forward, so somebody's getting it
up the ass. Lots of low groaning and  wet mouth sounds coming from another
stall, and I'm guessing some cock-sucking  is going on in there. These guys
couldn't even wait to take their urges to the  third floor social rooms.
Lovely!  Tim's pointing at the stall with men  fucking, holding his hand over
his mouth, giggling. Kids!


There's another stall  with the door closed but no feet showing, so I don't
know what's up with that.  Whipping out my dick and peeing in the end
urinal, Tim stands right next  to me peeing in the next urinal instead of one of
the other six available  ones. I give a quick glance at his tiny dick, again
wondering in amazement how  awesome it felt in my ass. Then I say, "Ya
know, Tim, your boyfriend Brad is a  total asshole for giving Jeff to that old
guy, Ollie." He says, "Yeah, I know  that, but it's not like Brad and I are
actual boyfriends. It's mostly that we're  the only gays around our age we
know locally. Brad's more then two years older  than me ya know, but even so
we somehow hooked up last summer at the pool both  our families use." I ask,
"How'd that happen?" and he shrugs, "Oh, he just  caught me gawking at guy's
cocks and asses. You know, while changing into  bathing suits, and he's
been fucking me ever since. He won't let me fuck him  though." I say, "Well,
now you..." and we hear from the mystery stall, "Tim,  Danny, is that you guys?"
Our backs are to the doors. Shaking the last drips of  pee off my dick, I
turn my head, "Jeff?" and the lock clicks and out he comes.  I'm relieved but
a little pissed-off that he disappeared like he did, "Fuck,  Jeff! Where
the fuck you been?" He says, "Where the fuck have you been? Some old  man
tried to get me to go upstairs with him. Fucking Brad was there too. I got  away
from the old bastard and came in here to hide."


Zippered-up I turn  around and give Jeff a hug, asking, "You ditched him,
huh?" Jeff laughs, "Yeah,  whaddaya think, I was gonna give myself up to him?
I'm saving my ass for  Albert." I go, "Ya just met Albert too, how can you
be so sure you want to give  up your ass to him?" Timmy turns around still
shaking his two inch dick, saying,  "Pussy! That's what Brad calls my ass
sometimes. He says he's going to fuck my  pussy raw." Jeff and I are frowning
at Tim as Jeff goes, "What?" and I mumble,  "Pussy, huh? That's very original
of Brad." Now Jeff's blatantly staring at  Tim's dick like he can't believe
his eyes. Tim's oblivious as he zippers up  asking Jeff, "What? Why are you
staring at me?" and he's looking at his shorts,  asking, "Did I pee on
myself or something?" How the fuck can he not be aware he  has the smallest
penis of any eighteen year old in Georgia? Jeff looks at me  grinning, as he
mumbles, "Oh nothing, Tim, nothing at all." Tim says, "Danny and  I were
looking all over for ya, dude," and he gives Jeff a hug.


As we head for the  lavatory's door, I ask, "How long ya been in that
toilet stall?" and he shrugs,  "Maybe forty-five minutes, maybe longer. I heard
at least three different guys  get fucked in here," then he points to the
stall where the sounds of male  fucking is coming from, and adds, "Hear that?
Hell, a half hour ago two guys  fucked in the stall right next to mine."
Outside the lavatory now,Tim asks,  "What'd ya do?" and Jeff laughs, "I stood on
the toilet seat and tried peeking  over the divider wall." I go, "Bull
shit! You did not!" Jeff says, "Did so. Hey,  I need a drink." On the way to the
bar Jeff shows us his stamped hand telling us  he got tired of being 'hit
on' so he went outside and walked around the parking  lot awhile, first
making sure Albert's Mini was still here. He says, "Then I go  back inside and
run into Brad and he introduced me to Ollie, who has gotta be  forty years old
at least. Brad an Ollie talked me into going to the third floor  to watch
them fuck. I thought it might be helpful to see it done live, ya know  so
when Albert fucks me I'll at least be a little bit experienced." Tim asks,
"What was it like?" and Jeff says, "Well, I never saw it. We go in the room at
the end of the hall and Brad all of a sudden has to take a piss so he
leaves me  there alone with the old man, Ollie. The man was trying to talk me
into getting  undressed, so I said, 'I'll be right back,' and ran my ass off
and I've been in  the lavatory until you guys found me." Huh, that Brad's a
real  prick!

There are a number of  vacant seats at the bar now, so I ask a man if he'd
be so kind as to move over  one seat so the three of us could sit together.
We're sitting together at the  bar with the swishy bartender asking me if I
broke up with my friend yet,  meaning Ryan. I go, "Not hardly," and then
order three rum and Cokes, which is  what Jeff asked for. Tim tells Jeff what
we've been up to, including a minute by  minute description of Ryan, him, and
me fucking in the little room." Jeff's  pulling at his crotch, asking,
"Where's Albert now?" I tell him and he's like,  "Fuck! I was sure I'd lose my
virginity tonight. I had myself all worked up for  it." Tim says, "Hell, I'll
fuck you like I fucked Danny," and Jeff, trying not  to laugh, says, "Um,
thanks, Timmy, but I'll wait for Albert. I got the  hots for him." I don't
want to get involved, or seem like I'm encouraging Jeff  one way or the other,
so I don't tell him Tim would be an awesome top, the  perfect boy for a
first fuck. No pain and oodles of sexual pleasure. While  drinking our rum and
Cokes my two recent high school graduate friends have much  in common and
they talk about it as I enjoy looking at them. They'd qualify as  cute guys
even in Framingham where's there's an above average number of cute  young
guys. That makes it fun living in Framingham, but here in Marietta Tim and  Jeff
are the only two legitimately cute guys I've noticed since I got here. No
one at work is cute, although Dog's handsome and very sexy. Bill Stark will
be  at work Monday as Aaron's replacement, but he's not cute either. He's
okay  looking, but not cute. What the fuck, few guys are 'cute' when you get
right  down to it, and there's less and less of them the older they get.


Then Tim's telling  Jeff he's getting one of Albert's specialty haircuts
tomorrow after baseball  practice, and Jeff looks at me, saying, "We got
another one for our secret club,  Danny." Oh Brother, our club! But he's cutely
excited about that so I reach  across Tim and slap hands with Jeff. Tim puts
the palm of his hand at his  forehead pulling his bangs back flat on his
head, asking, "How do you think I'll  look?" Jeff says, "Awesome!" Yes, he's
still delusional. While Tim and Jeff talk  about stuff from high school, I let
myself get just a tiny bit pissed-off about  Ryan doing the haircuts I used
to get to do. Ah yes, that reminds me of the  posse boys. Huh, most of them
aren't cute either, Sonny being the big exception.  Sonny's brother, Devon,
almost qualifies as cute, plus he also has a sexy look  about him. It's
hard to put my finger on it, but he made my dick move whenever I  saw him. I
had some fun sexy times with a few of the posse boys and it was fun  giving
them shampoos and haircuts, so I miss that. Now it looks like Ryan's  forming
his own posse of eighteen year old boys, but unlike Ray's posse,  all Ryan's
boys are gay. Tim interrupts my musings asking if I want  another rum and
Coke. I don't want one as I haven't even finished the first one,  but he buys
us a round anyway. I'm starting to feel sick and don't even touch  the new
drink. Then, just when I thought I'd heard it all from these recent high
school graduates, Jeff asks me, "Can I watch Timmy fuck you? Would you mind?"
Was I ever that clueless? I know why he wants to watch too, or the main
reason  anyway... he saw Tim's little dick in the bathroom and he wants to see
how Timmy  can fuck with that thing.


They nag me about Jeff  watching, so I say, "Okay, if we can leave right
afterwards. We can all squeeze  into the Mini with the front seat up close to
the dashboard. It'll be a bitch  for me driving like that, but we can do
it." Now Jeff orders a round of drinks,  another one I don't drink and they
talk about how hot Ryan is, and how cool his  specialty haircuts are, and about
Timmy fucking me. I mostly listen, getting a  little bored with them by
now. When they've had enough of the rum and Cokes,  they pick-up every last
cent of change from the bar. Taking a deep breath,  realizing they don't know
any better, I leave a couple of bucks for Swishy's  tip. As we're walking
through the crowd of men I get kinda anxious to feel that  small cock in my ass
again, and being a little less drunk than I was during the  first fuck from
Timmy I'll be able to pay closer attention. First though, while  I assume
Ryan's feeling better by now, I want to check on him to be sure. "Guys,  wait
for me at the front door. I'm gonna check on Albert." Those two are
whispering about something with Tim giggling and nodding his head, then Jeff
says, "We'll meet you on the third floor, Danny. My newest best friend here,"
nodding at Tim, "Is gonna suck my cock for my first ever true gay
experience." I have to laugh at that, "Yeah, okay. I'll be up in a couple of
minutes." Walking outside I kind of envy Jeff because he has all these new
first-time awesome experiences ahead of him. He's saving his ass for Ryan, but  he's
anxious to have something sexual happen to him tonight, especially  now
that's he's finally met a gay boy he finds attractive. I wish my first
experience had been with someone like Robby or Willie, instead of fat  Carl.


Lighting a cigarette  as soon as I'm outside, I take my time walking to the
Mini. The night's warm and  muggy and it feels like we're going to get some
rain. Approaching the Mini I'm  momentarily alarmed because I don't see
Ryan. Then looking in the back/side  window I see he's up against the back of
the front seats in an uncomfortable  looking position. If I try moving him he
might wake up and that's not what I'm  looking for. Hmmm, well fuck, I
can't leave him like this. His neck's in a  weirdly bent position and he might
have a stiff achy neck tomorrow to go with  his hangover. Unlocking the car,
then unlatching the drivers seat I push the  back of the seat forward so I
can get in the back seat. Ryan's dead weight, but  I get him around the waist
with both arms and haul his body sideways so he's on  his back with his
side against the back of the back seat, and then pull him  towards me until his
head is laying flat on the seat with his knees in the air.  The top of his
head is against the side of the car on the passengers side and  his toes are
against the driver's side. Then I pull both the front seats back  far
enough so our knees will fit when we're sitting in the front. There's still  a
little room for two people sitting in the back. Their knees will be against
the front seats, but so be it. This is actually a two person car, not  four.


Ryan never made  a sound when I was roughly moving him so I stare at his
chest, hoping it's  moving and I think it is, but not much. Fuck! I climb
awkwardly in the back  again and put the back of my hand in front of his nose
and mouth. I don't feel  anything so I panic for a second, then lightly slap
his face, then again, but  nothing. "Ryan! Ryan!" and his eyes open slightly,
then close right away. Okay,  he's alive. Looking at him laying there I
feel compassion for him. I try  imagining how it must have been for him last
summer all alone and feeling like  an outcast. Then what'd he go and do? He
turned to his refuge of the past by  finding a sadistic dominant person to
treat him badly. He must have thought that  was better than nothing. It wasn't,
and he didn't need to have 'nothing' in the  first place. He could have
made a friend or two because he admitted guys tried  welcoming the new kid to
Bible study last year. Ryan rebuffed them, worried they  were setting him up
to be the class dork-loser again. Maybe a couple of them  were, but not all
twenty-five. He never gave them a chance. Backing clumsily out  of the Mini,
then locking it, I can't help but feel Ryan acted like a total  asshole
last summer. What would I think of a new guy at college, for example,  that I
tried talking to and he basically told me to take a fucking hike. I'd  think,
'Fuck you, pal' and have no more to do with him.  I guess that's  pretty
much what the church guys thought too. Ryan didn't have any other contact
with guys his age except through his church, so he fucked himself with the only
 group from which he had a chance to make a friend. On Sundays at church he
 stayed with his mother and father and at Bible school he stayed by
himself. I  can't put myself in his shoes, but like I told Ryan last night, his
paranoia  fucked him up. He did it to himself.

My cigarette went out  while I was rearranging Ryan so I light another one
and walk back to the club. A  few men are exiting now as I stand to the side
finishing my cigarette. A couple  of them ask if I need a ride and one guy
stops and says, "This your first time  here? I think I'd remember you if I'd
seen you before... heh heh." I nod, "Yeah,  first time," and he goes, "How'd
ya like it?" I shrug, "It's okay." He nods his  head. I'd guess he's in his
early thirties and very average looking. He goes,  "Um, did you just join?"
I say, "No, I'm a guest of a member," and he nods  again, then asks, "You
wanna get to know me a little? I'm a 'bottom' and I like  giving head, ya
know, if you're into that or something." I go, "Thanks, but like  I said, I'm
with someone. Just grabbing a smoke, ya know, but thanks for the  offer." He
gives a shy grin, "Yeah, sure thing. See ya," and he walks off  towards the
parking lot alone. Fuck, I feel bad for him, but why should I? I  mean he
might be extremely popular normally, but just struck-out tonight. Who  knows
what his story is? It could be anything, so why should I assume he's  someone
to feel sorry for.


Walking through the  front door, this time without even bothering to show
the stamp on the back of my  hand, someone gooses me good making me look
behind me. A scary looking skinny  guy says, "Oh my mistake, I thought you were
my girlfriend. She has the same ass  as your's, honey." Frowning at him, I
continue on my way as Skinny yells, "What?  Your shit don't stink," and I
yell, "Oh, I've never heard that one before." I  guess I'm really not a
gay-club kind of guy. I much prefer my boyfriends and me  keeping it simple and
fun. Of course I'm spoiled having Robby to love, and  before that Willie. I've
never approached strangers asking if I could please  blow them. I'm lucky
and spoiled, but grateful for it. Up to the third floor I  go and see Tim and
Jeff sitting on the top step. Tim asks, "Is Albert okay?" I  go, "Yeah. Um,
what the fuck are you doing sitting here?" They stand with Tim  nodding his
head at Jeff, "He wanted to wait for you." Jeff said, "This place is  spooky
with the closed doors and all the sounds coming out of some of them.  There
are only men here and I'm an eighteen year old boy." I shrug, "You were up
here with what's-his-name," and Jeff says, "Fuck him. If I sound like a
fucking  wimp, sue me. Call me odd, but I prefer hooking-up with guys my age,"
I  mumble, "Don't blame you," then, with both boys looking at me, I add, "I
don't  think this place is  too cool either. Um, do you guys wanna try this
some  other time at some other place?" Both Tim and Jeff says, "Hell, no!"
at the same  time. Jeff goes, "Now that you're here, lets find a good room."


Jeff wants  to find the cleanest room. Not a bad idea except I don't
imagine any of the  rooms could be called clean. I say, "Didn't you guys notice
the open doors?  There's no one in the room if the door's open." Tim says,
"Yeah, but Jeff didn't  want a room with men in the next room." Well shit, this
is turning out to be a  pain in the ass. Jeff asks. "Are there men in every
room with the door closed?"  I mumble, "Not necessarily, but why would you
even fuck with a room if the  door's closed?" He's got his ear to a door,
muttering, "No one's in here," and  he opens the door. It's the one Ryan
threw-up in. Jeff screams, "Gross!" and  slams the door. Tim mumbles, "Albert
threw up in there," and I have to laugh. Oh  man! Kids! I go, "Here's an empty
room and there's an open door on the right and  no sounds coming out of the
room on the left." We go in and Jeff looks around,  frowning. "It smells in
here." I exchange 'looks' with Tim, then say, "Do you  want your dick sucked
or not?" Tim's unbuttoning Jeff's shorts with Jeff  slapping his hands way.
I mutter, "Is this a hidden camera stunt? Are we on TV?"  Tim's giggling
still trying to get Jeff's shorts unbuttoned. The giggling is  annoying, but
basically I like the little fucker. I think I'll nickname him  contradiction.
What he says is in no way reflected in the way his says it.  Still, Tim and
Jeff are the only side sex possibilities I have at my disposal so  far
'cause I'm doing some serious rethinking where Bradford's concerned. Him
setting Jeff up with that older man for his first time is not cool at  all.


Jeff declares the room acceptable and lets giggling Timmy pull  his shorts
down to his knees. Oooh, interesting! Jeff's got himself a very nice  penis.
It's at least as long as mine and maybe a half inch longer, and maybe a
little heftier. Nice! Regular set of nuts and lots of pubic hairs that trail
up  under his shirt. I look at his face closely and see a faint mustache of
light  brown downy-soft hairs on his upper lip. Just the beginnings of a
beard on his  baby face. Cute! Tim picks up Jeff's dick, saying, "Nice cock. How
often do you  jerk off?" Jeff goes, "None of your fucking business," and
Tim shrugs. Tim  doesn't get on his knees to suck cock. I noticed that first
when he sucked  Brad's cock and then mine when Brad was fucking me. That was
in the garden shed  at church. Tim leans over to suck Jeff's cock, which
seems uncomfortable. I  think 'on your knees' is the correct way to suck cock,
but maybe that's because  that's the way Carl forced me to do it and it's
stuck with me.


Whatever, Tim bends  over and sucks the head of Jeff's cock into his mouth,
then moves it with his  fingers against the inside of his cheek. Three
seconds of that and Jeff makes a  'face' at me moving his shoulders a little.
Almost a shudder, saying, "Fuck,  that feels good, but my hearts gonna pound
out of my chest." I say, "Just relax  and enjoy this gay treat. I call it a
'gay treat' because I've been told girls  never master the art of cock
sucking like guys do. That's probably because we  know what makes our cocks feel
good when someone's sucking on it, and we return  the favor." Jeff gulps and
runs his fingers down both sides of his groin,  saying, "Umm, Jesus," as Tim
continues making wet slurping sounds getting his  lips and tongue fully
engaged in this endeavor. Ya gotta admire when a guy has  enough pride in
himself to give you a hot blow job. Tim's getting aroused  sucking Jeff's cock
and I do too when sucking a guy's dick. Along with the  slurping he's doing on
Jeff's pole, Tim starts groping himself as Jeff's cock  get erect and
swells-up a little. Okay, now it's bigger than mine for sure, but  smaller than
Ryan's. With sensations off his hard cock overwhelming him, Jeff  sucks on
his lips moving his feet, grunting, "Um, ooh, oooh, oooh." Spit's  drooling
off Tim's chin with a small tent in his shorts, so just like I thought,  this
kid enjoys sucking cock as much as I do. I say, "Let me have a taste, Tim,"
and get on my knees taking Jeff's boner from Tim's mouth. He begrudgingly
gives  it up and I slurp it into my mouth. It's swollen a lot from it's
flaccid state  and I'm thinking this boner would feel good up my ass. That's if
Jeff can get  over his infatuation with Ryan and give my ass a good fucking
some time. I get  his hard boner in my throat and Jeff's moving his feet,
humping his hips a  little, and groaning while rubbing my head and moaning,
"Aah, aah, aaah," and I  back off it just as he humps his hips pushing the head
of his boner back down my  throat with cum gushing out and him backing up
again pulling his boner  completely from my mouth this time and shooting his
second stream of cum in my  face. He turns sideways stroking his cock
getting three fast little shots of cum  hitting the bed, and then there's just
drools as Jeff groans. Timmy's giggling  out of control pointing at my
cum-covered face as I'm licking around my mouth  tasting Jeff's creamy load. I got a
good shot of it down my throat too... virgin  creamy teen cum. Awesome!

Standing up, chuckling  a little myself now, I take my handkerchief out and
wipe the cum off my face.  Jeff's still got his cock in his hand, but it's
fairly soft by now. He sits back  on the bed, "That was absolutely amazing!
Awesome!" I ask, "Did it feel better  than when you and your bud are jerking
each other off?" He goes, "Fuck yeah!"  He's excited and talking loudly, so
I go, "Keep it down a little, Jeff, okay?  Guys in the other rooms, ya
know?" He nods, saying, "Damn, Danny, meeting you  and Albert and now Tim. Jeez
it's like a whole new world's opened up for me. My  first blow job, and it
was spectacular too. Thanks Timmy, and you too  Danny. A tag-team blow-job
for my first gay act." Tim ask, "How about returning  the favor?" and Jeff
goes, "Fuck no! I'm not that advanced. Maybe I'll do it for  Albert if he
orders me too," and he strokes his cock, adding, "I want him being  stern with
me. It's sick maybe, but I don't give a shit. I fantasize about being  one of
those slave boys and Ryan my master. That shit gets me boned-up tight."  Tim
says, "You can be my slave boy, asshole, I'll fuck ya silly."  Jeff tries
not to laugh, then mumbles, "It's Albert who get's me hot, not  you. Sorry
'bout that." I guess Jeff just thinking about Ryan gets him aroused.  It does
me too sometimes, and Jeff's validating what I've been thinking for two
years: there's something about Ryan that sexy as hell.


When Tim asked Jeff to  return the favor of a blow job, his shorts were
around his knees and he held out  his pricklet. Jeff saw it earlier in the
lavatory, but seeing it again gets him  sucking on his lips to keep from
snickering. He's doing his best not to stare at  Tim's two inch cock, and yeah, it
is a curiosity. Something you don't see every  day. I'm smelling the back of
my wrist getting a kick out of the whole scene.  Tim says, "Well than,
since Jeff won't return the favor, you're gonna need to  suck my cock again,
Danny. That's if you want me to fuck you. I'd clean it if I  had a Handi-wipe
or something." He says to Jeff, "And there's no way I can  fuck you tonight
even if you want me to, and you very well might want me to  after seeing me
fuck Danny." Jeff mutters, "Don't flatter yourself, Timmy. I  won't want you
to fuck me. I just wanna watch and see if there's some secret to  it I'm not
aware of." Tim mumbles, "Well, just so ya know, I don't have a condom  and
while doing Danny's ass bareback is safe, I can't take a chance with anyone
else." He said the last part like he was asking Jeff, not telling him.
Tim-speak, as I call it, can be confusing but mostly it's amusing.


Jeff's looking at  Tim's dick and smiling, but he probably doesn't trust
himself saying anything or  he'll burst out laughing. The funny part for me is
Tim seemingly not realizing  his short dick is an oddity. Talk about
rationalization!  Obviously he's  rationalized somehow that his penis is a normal
size and good for him. Timmy's  not shy at all as he goes about unbuttoning
my shorts and pulling them down to  my knees. Holding my penis in his
fingers, Tim looks at Jeff, saying, "Danny  agrees that the use of condoms is
important and you should probably follow our  advice about that too." Jeff says,
"No shit, everybody knows to use a condom."  Tim's stroking my cock now
using his left fist, while he's stroking his penis  using his thumb and a
finger, casually saying, "Brad's fucked me thirty to forty  time and he always
insists on condoms. Half the time I buy them and he buys them  the other half
the time. We split the cost." Jeff starts doing a poor imitation  of my fake
cough to keep from laughing, but his coughing sounds like laughing to  me.
It's not like he's being mean about it, I can tell he likes Tim. The thing
is it's ironic that Tim's pulling on his dick and my dick at the same time
and  not commenting on the size difference.  I know Tim still doesn't get
what's funny as Jeff's does his red-faced pretend coughing. Then Jeff asks,
"I don't get it, Timmy, why's it safe for you to fuck Danny without a condom,
 but no one else?" Tim goes, "Yeah, why is that, Danny?" I shrug, "Don't
know, it  just is." They both nod their head like that explains it.


Jeff's puts his cock away and zippers-up as Tim lets go of my  dick and
holds his out, "Danny ya gonna suck my cock or what?" I mutter, "Well  yeah, I
believe I will," and get back down on my knees and slurp all two and a  half
inches of it into my mouth moving my tongue all around it. I'm aware his
tiny cock was up my ass earlier tonight but sex is a bit of a messy business
at  times. For me it's a small matter licking off dried cum from his
previous orgasm  before getting to the taste of a relatively clean cock. Even
without being up  some guy's ass, penises usually have a little mess to
eliminate, like the taste  of urine drippings or a musty odor from being confined in
jockey shorts all day.  I eliminate that sort of thing quickly getting to
the true taste of a guy's  penis, and cocks do have a sexy taste. That being
said, cock sucking isn't for  everyone. In my case fat Carl broke me in early
by dominantly forcing me to suck  his rather unpleasant tasting and
unpleasant smelling cock. It was a hard lesson  learned, but he persevered
dominantly and now I guess I need to thank him  because sucking cock has become a
sexual turn-on for me. It's almost as sexual  as having my own cock sucked.


Obviously me getting turned-on sexually by sucking cock is  tied-in tightly
with my submissive fetish, as is rimming a guy's ass. That  particular
sexual act of rimming I reserve for special occasions and only for  special sex
partners. Over the last two years I've  come to realize how  significant fat
Carl was in establishing the foundation of my sexuality. As a  sexual
novice I was like a blank canvas and fat Carl exploited that fact molding  my
sexuality, my sexual taste, to his liking. He probably thought I'd be his sex
toy in waiting for whenever he was bored and he wanted to use me. He did a
hell  of a job of that and it worked for awhile, then I met Willie who had
his own  ideas for me. Robby saved me from the clutches of those two dominant
types, but  I'm left with a submissive bent and I can't say I'm disappointed
about that. In  any case I like sucking a guy's cock and the unique aspect
of sucking Tim's  little cock is having my nose against his shaved groin
right from the start  whereas longer cocks require me working my way up the
shaft before encountering  pubic hairs. Speaking of no pubic hairs, Tim knew I
shaved mine as of last  Wednesday during our break from Bible study, and he
must have told Jeff at some  point we both shaved our pubes because Jeff
never mention it when he saw my  package for the first time. And everyone
mentions it when they first notice. The  recent high school graduates have
obviously been talking about me.


Jeff's an interested observer as I suck Tim's little penis.  He's leaning
against the door, his eyes wide staring at my mouth as I use my  fingers to
push Tim's nuts in my mouth along with his cock. Jeff mumbles, "Gee,  I don't
know if I could do that." Tim's grunting and rubbing my shoulders. He
manages to say in between grunts, "That's what I thought at first too, Jeff, but
 now I suck Brad's cock every time I see him, and that's even if we can't
fuck  afterwards. He cums in my mouth and that's hot! Love tasting his load
of creamy  cum, then swallowing it." Jeff makes a face like, 'Ewww!'  I know
how he  feels. It's like you think you're gay and you want to do something
with a pal,  but when you get right down to it you're hesitant because you're
dealing with  parts of the body we use to piss and shit from. It doesn't
take long though,  once you do it a couple of times you forget that part and
concentrate on the  sexual sensations it gives you. And then there's
awareness that the foreplay of  cock sucking will often be followed by the greatest
sensation humans can  feel... climax and great orgasm. Nothing else feels as
good as climaxing. In my  case fat Carl didn't give me a chance to second
think sucking his smelly cock,  which was probably for the best considering at
the time I thought he was a pig  with BO. I've often wondered if his BO
intermixed with my early orgasms  conditioned me to find guy's BO sexy in some
cases. Just one more instance where  fat Carl molded my sexual taste.
Needless to say BO is not for everyone  either.


When Tim takes his  privates out of my mouth his pricklet is stone-hard and
slimy with my spit, and  there's some spit dripping off his scrotum too. He
says, "Jesus that felt good!  You suck cock good, Danny, really good." Jeff
asks, "If it felt as good as my  cock did when you sucked my dick, I don't
how you made yourself pull it out  of his mouth." Tim says, "I have a will
of iron," and I mutter, "And a head to  match." Jeff laughs, then says to me,
"Maybe you'll suck my cock some time,  Danny." I shrug, mumbling, "Any
time, Jeff." Tim tells me, "I'm fucking you  doggy style?" which sounded like,
'Is it okay if I fuck you doggy style?'  I'm already on my knees, so dropping
my hands to the floor, I say, "Do it,  Timmy," and he does it without
hesitation. He plugs his swollen cock head inside  my ass with only a twinge of
pain at the quick spreading of my anus' lips. The  pain passes so quickly
it's like it never existed. Tim pushes the other inch and  a half of boner
inside me with the head resting right at the end part of my  prostate. He
changes the position of his feet reaching over to cup my shoulders  with both
hands, and his cock moves back and forth on my prostate with me  sucking my lips
making a popping sound when they part. My shoulders do a little  shudder
with me reminding myself to try being cool. Don't make an ass of  yourself in
front off these kids. Of course I told myself the same thing with  Sonny and
before he was done fucking me I was babbling and squealing as I  climaxed.
He's a special case though. Sonny's dominant in a cutely unique way  where
Tim doesn't have a for-real dominant bone in his body. He says dominant
things that get negated by the manner in which he says them.

Tim humps against my butt cheeks a few times moving his boner  slightly on
my prostate, then while pulling me back with his hands cupping my
shoulders, he begins energetic thrusting and immediately firing-up every nerve
ending in my prostate gland.  Sensations from my electrified prostate  quickly
have me biting my bottom lip to keep from moaning. Tim has one speed,  balls
to the wall, and he fucks by instinct like a dog fucking a bitch. It's not
surprising he has only a basic technique for fucking since I believe I'm the
first and only person he's ever fucked. Fast hard thrusts with him grunting
and  calling me his whore or his bitch.  "Slapslapslapslapslap," one
hundred  percent of the time right on my prostate. The fat pointy head of his
short boner  is like an electric buzzer attached to my prostate gland, or an
electric dildo  held against my prostate, and the sizzling, unimaginable
sensations are  enormously effective. Tim grunts, "How you like my cock now,
bitch?"  "Slapslapslapslap," and I'm whining and moaning a mere minute into the
fuck. I'm  squirming on my hands and knees keeping my ass level so I get
every thrust of  his cock on the same spot in my ass, "Mmmm, aaaaah, aaaaah,
Timmy, ooh, fuccck,  ummm." He smacks the side of my head with my climax coming
on me like a fuckin'  run-away freight train. My body's shaking with pin
points of pleasure all around  my belly as my rectum's quivering with
pleasure. It's almost too much  stimulation on my hot spot, but I don't care. I'm
actually tightening my ass  muscles trying to get every ounce of his fat
little cock head pressing against  my super sensitized gland, the hottest spot in
my ass. The lips of my anus feel  alive too, but the shaft of his short
cock isn't setting off plumes of sexual  pleasure like a fatter cock will do.
My own cock is hard as stone sticking  straight out from my body dripping
precum with the pee slit gaping open ready to  blow out the semen my cum-loaded
balls are about to release. Timmy's laying  against me now humping my ass,
his arms around my stomach with his hips a blur  driving that little piston
back and forth with every movement right on top of my  prostate gland.
Timmy's gasping and whining himself now as he gets ready to  climax, and we
climax together with me lifting partially up on my knees  thrusting my hips as my
orgasm flies from my cock in a long arc. I'm holding my  hand over my mouth
partially smothering my squeal. My eyes see exploding  universes in
blackness, pinpoints of light as my muscles contract and out flies  another string
of spunk.

Dropping back on my hands I sway on all fours with tons of  pleasure
sensations buzzing around my ass and groin. The head of my cock feels  hot as my
dick slowly begins losing it's hardness. My eyes shut so tightly after  the
first stream of cum causing the pinpoints of light I assume. Only now do I
realize Tim's still laying on my back. He gets up and pulls his amazing
little  cock from my ass, gasping, "Whew, that was the best one yet!" Ha ha, it
was his  second climax as a 'top'... the best one yet, ha ha. I'd like to
grovel in the  after effects of my hot orgasm and let out some moans of pleasure
as I'm still  feeing zipping flares of pleasure around my privates, but I
keep quiet trying to  appear like I've been there and done that before. Jeff's
like, "What? That's it,  that's how fast it happens? It's like two minutes?
It takes longer in videos  I've seen, why so fast?" Tim goes, "Yeah, Danny,
why'd we cum so fast? I wanted  to keep going, but you shot off, so I did
too." What bullshit! Still feeling a  little shaky from that fast climax, I
stand up, "Um, how the fuck should I know  why we got off so fast? I don't
decide when I climax." Jeff asks, "Well what  does decide?" I mutter, "My
nuts, I guess. I'm no sexologist, all I know is my  body climaxes when it feels
like it and sometimes, but not often, it's within  two minutes. Are you sure
it was only two minutes?" He shows me his smartphone,  "I timed it." Tim
goes, "Jesus, that's a good pussy on you, Danny." All of a  sudden I'm tired
of these two. Cute or not, I've had enough for one  night.


Wiping my ass with my previously used handkerchief, I notice  there isn't a
lot of cum drooling out. Not surprising since Tim had a huge  climax when
Ryan fucked him earlier. Pulling up my shorts, I go, "Class is over  boys,
lets get the fuck outta here." Jeff says, "Yeah, I'm beat, but this has  been
an awesome night over-all, although I could have done without spending
almost and hour in a lavatory stall." As I open the door my shoulders do a
little shudder and my prostate gland seems to shudder along with it. Jeez, that
was a strange fuck. Too intense and too fast, but worth experiencing it
twice.  Going down the steps with Tim and Jeff behind me, they're chattering
away making  plans to hook up, but only after Jeff gets fucked by Ryan. Jeff
still holds some  potential for side-sex, but I'm not sure about Tim. And I
still have serious  doubts about Brad now too. He was very drunk when he
tried giving Jeff to that  older man he's having an affair with. Yeah,
what's-his-name, um, Ollie. That  kind of thing just isn't done among friends.

Some of the  drunk men we pass on our way to the front door, make routine
obvious sexual  comment to us. They're not original or comical comments, so
they become trite  and annoying. I'm not sure I'll want to return. As of
right now I'm almost  positive I won't be back to this club. At the car I try
getting Ryan in a  sitting position. He wakes up, mumbling, "What the fuck,
Dylan?" Jeff goes,  "Dylan? He's still drunk." I mutter, "No shit," then say
to Ryan, "There's  nobody named Dylan here, Albert. Now sit the fuck up." He
sits up mumbling,  "There's no fucking room back here." I go, "There's no
room in the front  either." Ryan's situated as good as it's going to get, so
I'm like, "Timmy get  in beside Albert," and Jeff says, "No, I'll get back
there with him." I'm like,  'Whatever," and we all squeeze into the Mini
bitching about our knees hitting  whatever's in front of us. Tim proves to be an
excellent choice for the shotgun  seat because he's knows the way home. Damn
good thing too because I wouldn't  have a clue. We just followed Brad here
without noticing the roads we were on.  Steering, with the steering wheel
almost against my chest isn't easy, but I'm  concentrating for all I'm worth
to keep us on the road. Ryan would be proud of  the speed I'm driving if he
noticed it. He's isn't noticing much of anything  though because Jeff's
monopolizing his attention and hanging all over him.  Finally, after a painful
twenty-five minute drive I'm going up Brad's driveway  with a great relief
setting in because now we're only two miles from  home.


"Everybody out!" Tim and I get out, then I help pull Jeff out  the driver's
side door while Tim's doing the same for Ryan out the passenger  side door.
We all stand here a second, then I go, "It's been, um, fun I guess.  You
guys okay driving home?" Jeff says, "Albert said I could spend the night  with
him," and I say, "Well, ya can't. Sorry, but it would be a very bad idea.
Look, we'll see both of you tomorrow. Tim at church and then at baseball
practice. Um, can you give Jeff a ride home, Tim?" He goes, "Yeah, I guess,"
then Jeff says, "No, wait! My car's at your house, Danny. I followed you
over  after baseball try-outs. And anyway, these are your clothes I'm wearing."
My  house! Taking a deep breath, I go, "Yeah, you're right," and since
Ryan's  already gotten in the Mini's passenger seat, I go, "You'll need to get
in the  back again, Jeff, but do it from the driver's door." Him and Timmy do
a hug  thing as I walk around and stand by the driver's door waiting for
Jeff. He can't  get in past Ryan who appears to have fallen asleep again in
the shotgun seat.  Jeff gets in the back and I tell him, "Scoot over behind
Albert. His seats  pulled up and I'm pushing mine back."


Oh man, it's so much  easier driving with the seat a normal distance from
the steering wheel, and in  less than five minutes I'm driving up the
driveway to the Wilcox house that's  lit-up like a Christmas tree. Jesus, I hope the
y're not still up. Checking my  watch I see it almost one-thirty. We get
out with Ryan mumbling, "What's Jeff  doing here?" Just to break his balls a
little, I say, "You said he's sleeping  over." Ryan looks at his house, then
goes, "Um, that's not as good an idea as I  thought it was, Jeff. Ya better
not." I say, "Bring my clothes to practice,  Jeff, and I'll bring yours." He
nods, "Yeah, okay," and he gives Ryan a hug,  then he and I do a half-ass
hug and he gets in his car. I wait until he turns  onto the road at the end
of the driveway before turning to Ryan, "Can you walk  okay?" He's grumpy,
"Of course I can fucking walk!" As Ryan and I walk towards  the house, I ask,
"Ya think your parents are up?" He says, "Nah, these outdoor  lights are
left on when someone's out late. There's two light switches in the  mud room
that turns them all off, and there'll only be a few lights on inside."  And
he's right. We turn out the few lights we pass on our way to the stairs with
Ryan saying, "I can't wait to brush my teeth and gargle. My mouth taste
likes a  trash can." Going up the steps I'm like, "Yeah, I guess so since you
threw-up."  He stops on the steps, "What?" and I see the light bulb go off in
his brain, "Oh  yeah, in that little room, huh?" I nod and we continue up
the  stairs.


In his bedroom, he says, "I'm wasted, Danny, I'll see you in  the morning."
Breaking his balls again, I go, "What? Just yesterday you said  we'd have a
morning and night time fuck." I'm just busting his chops, but he  looks
lost as he whines, "Danny, I'm really messed up. Those shots." I ruffle  his
hair, wishing in a way that I had some hair on my head. Ryan has good hair,
full bodied with the slightest wave to it. Fuck, I like how he looks over all
 actually. I'm used to him without his little round glasses by now, and his
blue  eyes are striking with those tinted contact lenses he's wearing. I
mumble, "I'm  kidding, Albert." He grins, "I knew that," and we do a hug with
me hugging him  tighter than I thought I would. Avoiding his mouth, I kiss
the side of his head,  mumbling, "Love ya, Ryan," and he hugs back, "Me too,
Dylan." We let go of each  other with me feeling funny using our real names.
I don't know why but a wave of  affection for Ryan drifts over me and I
squeeze the back of his neck, saying,  "I'll set my alarm for church," and he
groans, "Oh fuck, that's right, church  tomorrow," then he's shaking his
head, chuckling, "Church, huh, you must hate  that."


I kiss his cheek and start to go up the secret stairs anxious  to get in
bed now, but Ryan pulls me back for another hug with the sides of our  faces
rubbing together. It gives me a boner as we clutch each other crazily. My
voice is horse as I ask, "Can you, Albert?" He nods, "Yeah, you gave me a
second  wind or something. I'll fuck you upstairs after we take a shower
together." I  can see Ryan pulling himself together, which is not all that
surprising  considering he had two hours of sleep. Taking my hand now, getting back
to being  my dominant boyfriend, he leads me into his bathroom, saying, "I
still gotta  brush my teeth before we do anything else." I stare at him while
he does that as  I'm thinking back to our time at the bar getting drunk
together during the early  part of the night. That was my favorite part of
tonight.


With me leaning against the wall Ryan brushes his teeth with  the buzzing
electric toothbrush for far too long and then gargles too long. I  watch him
take off his shirt, then his shorts and sandals. When he turns around
wearing only his boxer shorts his body looks hot and I sort of meld into him
hugging him again. He rubs my head, murmuring, "We're getting there, baby,
aren't we?" I nod my head sort of knowing what he means, but pretending to
myself I'm agreeing that we're making the summer work  okay for both of us.  I
know what he means though and it frightens me that he's right. I love
rubbing  my cheek in his scraggily sparse beard and I love feeling his scant
mustache on  my top lip when we kiss like we're doing now. I initiated this
outpouring of  mutual affection, I know that too. It was unexpected but after
spending a couple  of hours with Tim and Jeff it's like I realize how much
better the real thing  is. And I'm still fairly drunk, so there's that too.


I can't rationalize  away the feelings growing in me for Ryan, and that's
especially true when  considering I just had the two minute fuck with Timmy
that resulted in a very  hot orgasm, so I can't blame this on me being horny.
Still, the sex with Tim was  like something other than anal intercourse.
It's like I thought at the time, it  was more like getting off with an
electric dildo or something. I want a real  fuck from someone who can do it as good
or better than almost anybody I know,  and I'm hugging the boy that can do
that right now. It doesn't take a genius to  figure out how much I'm into
Ryan, drunk or not, and Ryan can see it too. He  takes charge deliciously,
putting his arm around my waist, saying, "Come on,  babe, I'll take care of
that itch you have." I let myself go and snuggle against  him waiting for the
submissive veil to slowly float down over  me.


In the bedroom he undresses me as I stand docilely next to his  bed letting
him do as he will. Ryan caresses my naked body with the palms of  both
hands giving me shivers of pleasure, then sitting me down naked on the bed.
"Lay back, Danny." I do as I'm told while he goes in the bathroom and turns on
water to fill the tub. I smile thinking, 'Yes, a bath is better  tonight'.
When he comes out he takes off his underwear and I see a real  man's cock
and smile thinking about Timmy's. He's a good, although goofy  kid, and Jeff's
nice too, but this is the major  leagues, and they're not. As the tub fills
Ryan lays next to me lightly rubbing  my head, quietly asking, "What
happened after you got me to the car?" I tell him  everything I can remember, even
Timmy's two minute fuck." He sadly nods his  head, "I guess I can't be too
pissed off at you, not if I'm gonna fuck young  Jeffrey." I just stare at
him trying to figure out when it was that Ryan got to  be so important to me.
It'd be easy to blame it on my circumstances of being  here knowing no one
else, but I think it started before we left Merrimack. He  smiles knowingly,
murmuring, "I recognize the way you've been looking at me  lately. It's
basically the way I've been looking at you for over a year. I knew  you'd get
like this because you and me are meant for each other and it's too  obvious
for you to ignore no matter how much you may wish you could." I'm  smelling
the back of my hand still staring at him, mesmerized or something. He  smiles,
"Don't be scared, Dylan, I'm not pressuring you. You'll come to the
reality in your own good time. I can wait." When he gets up, he takes my hand
pulling me up.


Leading me  into the bathroom, Ryan turns off the water and we step in the
tub together. The  water's very hot, too hot, but Ryan insist I sit down and
I wouldn't think of  disobeying him. That's when I know for sure I've
drifted into one of my  delicious trances, that and the fact I can't stop staring
at Ryan. It's like  he's awesome and he's taking care of me. What a nice
feeling of trust,  eliminating any responsibilities on my part. I feel so
dreamy as he slowly, with  a grin on his face, baths me with me only moving when
he says, "Lift up so I can  clean that cute perfect ass of your's," or
"Close your eyes so I don't get bath  gel in them," or "Dip your head under
water to get out some of the shampoo',  then, 'We'll shower later to rinse off
completely." While being bathed I feel  light, like I'm floating in the
water. Then I'm floating in air watching Ryan  bath himself slowly as we stare
into each other's eyes. When we're both clean he  pulls me to him so my back's
against his chest with his back against the curved  end of this oversized
tub opposite the spigot. We sit like this in the soapy,  nice smelling bath
water. The back of my head's on his shoulder as he rubs his  hands over my
chest playing with my nipples until they're both hard and giving  off little
pleasure sensations.

I don't know how long I lay back against him feeling his big  cock laying
against my buttocks, like it's on duty protecting my smaller one. He  finally
stands up behind me and pulls the plug. The water begins gurgling down  the
drain as I turn around on my knees, put my arms around his waist, and suck
his clean semi-hard cock into mouth and turn it into a hard boner. Ryan
pushes  my head back gentle and I relax my throat so he can push his boner down
my  throat until his wet belly is against my face. Pulling his cock back
halfway and  then leaning down so his boner slides back down deep in my throat
creating a  cock bulge outside my neck. Again and again he fucks my throat
while looking  into my wide open eyes. Ryan murmurs, "You like giving me
pleasure, don't you?"  I blink my eyes and he pulls his boner out of my throat,
then slides it out of  my mouth on my tongue leaving a trail of precum
behind. He lifts under my  arms and I stand up as he's turning me around, one of
his arms around my chest  and his other hand guiding the head of his cock
to my asshole. I feel pressure  on my anus, then more and then, "Ooh!" as it
gets past my sphincter muscle and  my head lulls back on his shoulder.
Slowly his huge cock makes it's way inside  my rectum until his wet crotch is
against my wet buttocks. Two humps against my  buttocks with me holding my
breath against the pain. "You can take it,  baby. Just relax and be quiet so I
don't think I'm hurting you." Then a quiet  grunt from me, and he murmurs,
"Shhh, it'll be fine," and soon things begin  reversing as my rectum and anus
get used to their temporary stretched condition.  Sure, Tim's cock didn't
hurt, but it also never came close to feeling like  Ryan's feels inside me
now. I feel like something important is happening. I feel  like I belong to
Ryan while we have this sex together, and for me that's a  sexually perfect
feeling.



"You okay now, Danny,"  I nod my head, not wanting to break the spell I'm
in by talking. With both arms  around me now, Ryan begins moving his hips
steadily. At first his slow thrusts  bring back the hurt, but soon I'm in the
major leagues where sexual pleasure  lives. Oh it feels so right, so perfect,
just the way this sex act should feel  and it goes on for delicious minute
after minute after minute until I lose track  of time. So many incredible
sensations firing from inside me I moan quietly at  them constantly. My anus
is almost matching the incredible pleasure  sensations coming from my
prostate and the hugeness of Ryan's sex organ creates  the sense of being
dominated. There's such a difference from Tim's cock, it's  like my entire body
becomes involved in this sex act. Ryan's nestling his face  at the side of mine
whispering words of love that I try not to hear, but I hear  them and I like
them too. He fucks me steadily for quite awhile and it gets me  in that
floating state of mind, almost delirious with sexual pleasure that can't  be
described. A euphoric peaceful and sexually satisfying state of mind that
continues until I hear Ryan gasping and his body tightening up, and my orgasm
rushes in to dominate everything as I squeal ruining my trance with two
shorts  shots of cum shooting hard from my boner that's again straight out from
my  groin, than drools of cum as Ryan's humping against my buttock filling me
up  with his semen.


We're like two statues  for a few seconds and then we aren't, we're limp
now even though he  thrusts his cock in my ass for a minute more, sliding
easily now in his cum  with some of it drooling down the back of my legs. I take
deep breaths feeling  really good, waiting for him to pulls his cock out of
my ass and then I turn  around to snuggle against him. He hugs me and
kisses all over the side of my  face. Then, "Come on, lets rinse off." We get out
of the tub and go under the  shower, and everything seems clear to me now.
I'm  still drunk but my mind seems clear. Under the shower I say, "That was
wonderful  sex, Albert." I wanted to say 'Ryan', but he doesn't want me to.
He's smiling  and then chuckling, saying something to lighten the mood,
"Fuck, I think I'm  getting my hangover already. My head's pounding." The water
pours over us as I  say, "You shouldn't have slept for two hours." He
mutters, "You'll be sorry you  didn't tomorrow," then he stops, looks at me, and
we do a long sweet kiss with  Ryan dragging his tongue across my cheek at the
end, whispering in my ear what  I've heard him whisper many times, "I love
you, Dylan."


We dry ourselves, Ryan  wipes his cum from my ass and legs, then we go up
the secret staircase to get in  my bed naked together. It's so awesome in his
arms feeling his naked body next  to mine. I know he won't be here in the
morning, but it's nice to go to sleep in  a cute guy's warm arms. Ryan,
surprisingly, goes right off to sleep. I take a  minute to think of home, my mom,
Chubby, and Robby while wondering if I'm  changing. It hasn't even been two
weeks since Ryan and I left Merrimack. Then I  think about tonight and how
the best part of the night by far was when Ryan and  I were at the bar
getting drunk together exchanging compliments and acting  silly. The worst part,
as far as the club is concerned, is the lack of guys  remotely our age. Just
that Mitch asshole, who I can do without. The boys,  Tim and Jeff, don't
seem bad in retrospect, especially Jeff. There were some  legitimate laughs
and then there's that weird dick of Tim's. That'll be a good  true story to
tell some day. They're decent guys, but too young basically, like  the posse
boys. Hell, I've only been in Marietta a week so I shouldn't expect
miracles. We'll probably somehow meet other gay guys our age. That's not much of  a
concern to me anyway, what is a concern is me... am I changing? Are my
increasing feelings for Ryan due strictly because of my separation from everyone
else I know? That might be it, but how can I tell? Then my alarm goes  off.


to be continued...      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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