Date: Sun, 4 Oct 2015 19:51:33 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION   Chapter  18

			 DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION


				Chapter  18


			     by  Donny Mumford




My alarm goes off seemingly minutes after Ryan and I went to  sleep. He's
not in my bed now of course, but I didn't expect him to be. Turning  off the
alarm I lay here with a hangover-headache and general malaise trying to
remember what happened last night. I have a weird scary sense that I fucked-up
something last night, but what? Sure, I drank too much and alcohol always
lowers  my inhibitions and plays with my emotions. In that regard I recall
feeling a lot  of affection for Ryan last night, but what exactly I said or
admitted to is  vague which is probably the cause of my uneasiness. The things
a person says  under the influence of alcohol isn't binding in a court of
law, or is it?  Whatever, it shouldn't be binding in everyday life. Alcohol
related confessions  should be taken with a gain of salt. Whatever the fuck
'a grain of salt' has to  do with anything. Anyway, the reason Ryan seemed
especially attractive last  night can be directly attributed to the fact I
spent most of the night with the  recent high school graduates, Jeff and Tim.
They're okay, but they're immature.  Compared to them Ryan probably seems
like 'the man', or 'my man' maybe. Small  doses of the boys goes a long way,
especially when I had to be the 'adult'. Yeah  well, I admit there were a few
incidences when no adult type person was  among us.


I've been here for two weeks now and at the moment I can't  think of a
single significant complaint I have about Ryan. I've enjoyed myself  for the
most part.  After my time spent with Tim and Jeff I was happy to  let Ryan take
over and be in-charge. I relaxed letting him decide everything.  Ryan
rallied when we got home and he created a special end to the night for us.
Initially he was ready to turn-in, but I found  myself needing him so I enticed
him to stay up with me. Maybe  needing and/or wanting to be with Ryan has
simply become a habit by now. There's  more to him than I thought there was and
more to the point, it seems he means  more to me that I thought he did. Of
course I don't know how much me being away  from home may be influencing my
feelings for Ryan.


Still, I've always thought he was an awesome sex-buddy, and  this is not
the first time I've wondered if I could fall in love with him. Hmmm,  did I
tell him that last night? I don't think I came right out and said it, but  it
may have been implied. He's usually very likable, and then he can also seems
 vulnerable, paranoid, and just plain socially inept at times. Then other
times  he's deliciously dominant and completely in-charge. Maybe that's a
good  plus/minus combination of personality traits in that neither of us has an
 obvious upper hand for long. Ryan's inexplicable social hang-up seems
ludicrous when I think about it, but now that I've helped him by being a bridge
 for him to meet guys, he's fine after that. It's the initial  contact he
sucks at. And then for his part Ryan's helps me with my two fetishes,  and
does that better than anyone ever has.


Tapping my bottom teeth with my finger, I guess I don't know  what to make
of all this. There's Jeff who  claims Ryan's sexy as hell and  would love it
if he could be Ryan's submissive 'boy'. He even asked for Ryan's  specialty
haircut, like mine.That happened the first five minutes the first day  he
met Ryan, and then last night it seems Tim was competing for Ryan/Albert's
attention. Huh, peculiar and sort of ironic that they're attracted to Ryan
and  not me. Of course I've been telling Ryan he's sexy and attractive from
the first  day I really got to know him. Well, maybe I didn't tell him right
off, but I  felt it. Now Jeff does too, and then that specialty haircut...
that's mind-blowing right there. Seriously mind  blowing, but I think it was
Jeff's way of getting connected to Ryan so they  could eventually get to know
each other better. It makes me  wonder why, but I don't finish that thought
because I hear from Ryan's  room, "Danny, you  up?" I yell down, "Yes, I'm
up, Albert," and get out of  bed.


Thank god we bathed last night. Yeah, that bath was special, a  dreamy
sexually special time. Anyway, I do what I need to do  in the bathroom,
including taking three Advil tablets for my headache,  then back in the bedroom I'm
taking my Sunday church clothes out of the closet  and laying then on the
bed one by one. My jockey shorts, pressed suit jacket,  slacks, my belt, tie, s
ocks and shirt. Then, looking at my clothes on the bed, I  say out loud,
"Why the fuck am I laying everything on the bed?" Grinning to  myself I
realize this is the way Ryan gets dressed. He lays everything out first  while I
always put things on as I take then off hangers or out of the bureau.  'I'm
too easily  influenced'.  I smell  the back of my hand a few seconds, then
stop doing that, saying out loud,  "Dougie Hamilton!" That's who I copied that
habit from.  Fuck!


Dressed, I go down the secret staircase to Ryan's bedroom just  as he's
coming out of the bathroom wearing only boxer shorts. He  smiles, "How's your
head, Danny?" I say, "Hurting, how 'bout you?" He's laying  out his clothes
on the bed making me smile, as he mumbles, "My headache's  not too bad. When
I left you last night I took some Advil, and then some more  when I
woke-up." Tucking his shirt in, he grins, "Nice bath last night, huh?" I  nod, then
say, "Um, I hope I didn't come on too emotional, or overdo anything."  He
shakes his head, "No, we're cool. You were drunker than me because  I slept
two hours in the Mini while you continued partying." I'm smelling  the back of
my hand again, feeling a buzzing in my underwear. It's like a tiny
vibrator's in there feeling good. I say, "Ha, I was just thinking back to when
you'd have me comb your pompadour for you because you couldn't do it?"  He
gives me a strange look, "Yeah, what made you think of that?" I shrug,  "I don't
know. I guess I liked doing it for you," and he says, "Well, you can  tie
my tie for me . I can't get the knot looking like yours." I say, "I've told
you how to do it three times already." He mumbles, "Yeah, I know, but I want
you  to do it." Standing behind him with both of us looking in his full
length  mirror, I tie his tie." Then I hug around his neck and kiss the side of
his  face. Our eyes meet in the mirror, his extra blue eyes with the tinted
contact  lenses shine back at me, but he doesn't say anything.


I take his suit jacket off the bed and hold it for  him, he grins putting
in one arm, then the other. "How's my hair look, Danny?"  Still standing
behind him looking in the mirror, I reach around and swipe my  fingers across
his forehead ruffling his short bangs. They stick up slightly  because of the
two small cowlicks on either side of his hairline. I  cut his hair so it'd
stick up a little like this. I say, "This is a cool haircut  for you."
Turning around, he says, "I know," and kisses me on the lips. He  hands me his
last year's 'birthday' Bible, picks his newer one up and holds out  his free
hand. I lift my hand and he holds my hand we go down the wide first  floor
staircase. Side by side, dressed in suits and ties, a Bible in his  right hand,
and one in my left hand, with him holding my free hand pulling me  against
his side. I'm proud of him, he's got a lot of guts and determination  about
his gayness, and about attaining his parents full support about it. He's
still holding my hand as we walk into the kitchen. His mother and father are
in  their usual places at the table. They both look up and his father rolls
his  eyes, mumbling, "Boys." His mother smiles, saying, "Aren't you two a
handsome  couple." Ryan lets go of my hand and kisses his mother's cheek,
saying, "Good  morning and thank you." He makes us mugs of coffee, saying,
"Daniel and I are  ready whenever you are. We'll be outside in the gazebo."


Outside It's another gorgeous Georgia morning. Ryan looks at  me nodding
his head towards the gazebo, then holds my hand again and we walk  there with
me getting that strange sense of being younger than I am. Sitting on  the
bench smoking cigarettes and drinking our coffees, he says, "After church,
and then lunch at the country club, we've got baseball practice." I nod, and
he  adds, "After practice that cute little, double-talking, Timmy's,  coming
home with us so I can give him a haircut. I've got the hots for him as  you
know, so I'm thinking after his haircut I might take him on my motorbike to
the waterfall. You'll need to find something to do on your own. Take the
Mini if  you want." Huh, am I'm jealous? I guess a little, as I mumble, "Sure,
Albert,  whatever you say, but I hope you won't be gone too long," and I
flick my  barely smoked cigarette butt a good ten feet, "A cigarette is the
last thing I  need with my hangover." He looks angry, so I'm like, "What?" and
he  goes,  "Go get that butt and put it where it belongs." Getting up I
mumble,  "Sorry," and get the smoldering cigarette out of the flower bed and
stick it in  the ornamental vase we use as our ashtray. Taking a deep breath,
by  dick buzzing,  I drink the last of my coffee, pouting a little.  He
asks, "What's wrong now?" and I go, "Nothing, I should have had a big glass  of
orange juice, that's all." He quietly says, "Don't pout. You know we  don't
flick cigarette butts in the flowers," and he give my shoulder a  squeeze.
Setting my empty cup on the bench I glance at him and he gets an arm  around
the back of my neck pulling me to him. I'm leaning over partially against
him, my arm across his tight belly, his chin against the side of my head.  He
pulls my head down so the side of my face is laying on his chest and my
body's stiff for a second and then I relax against him. He casually runs his
fingers in my very short hair and this is nice, it feels good laying on him
so I  hug his side. He runs his cheek against the short hairs on top of my
head as I  inhale his very familiar personal scent. It's nice cuddling with
him. Ryan  makes me feel safe, and comfortable, and taken care of, like I
don't have a care  in the world and there's nothing I need to do until he tells
me too. Robby can  be like that at times too.

It's peaceful, this is peaceful and  totally relaxing. With the side of my
face on his chest and his arm around  me, I murmur, "You were, um, brave I
guess I'd call it, walking into the kitchen  holding my hand this morning."
He says, "Yeah well, I told you I'd be doing  that, if you remember. Anyway
after last night I felt it was about time my  parents began seeing the
affection we have for each other." I go, "Your mother  said we were a handsome
couple. She said 'couple' as in girl and boy, or  boyfriends." He goes, "Yeah,
she's being wonderfully supportive, but that mostly  because of you." I ask,
"Why do you say that?" He shrugs, "Mother likes to outdo  everyone: have
the nicest house, the nicest car, nicest cocktail dress with  brands names
like Burberry or whatever. She wants everyone to know how stupidly  expensive
her stuff is." I ask, "What's that have to do with me?" He snorts,  "You're
gorgeous and polite, and if her son has to be gay, well she'll show  my
boyfriend off," and Ryan imitates his mother's voice, "My Albert's boyfriend  is
prettier than your son's girlfriend." That gives me the creeps. "Don't say
I'm pretty, that gives me the creeps." He rubs my head roughly this time,
"Hey, I'll say you're pretty if I want to." I shrug, "Oh, I don't care. It's
okay if you want to call be pretty, I guess." He says, "You're my 'boy',
I'll  call you whatever I want." I go, "I know," and grin as my dick moves in
my  pants. My submissive fetish is good for getting my dick feeling sexy. He
goes,  "Mother brags about you. She told both of us she was showing your
picture  around the country club, and I know both my parents love that I'm
in-charge of  our relationship, and for that I thank you a million times
over."


Mrs. W. calls to us, "Albert, we're leaving." I sit up, then  straighten
Ryan's tie and kiss his lips, "You're the special one, Albert, not  me." He
doesn't overdo the hand holding, walking to the car without doing  it. He made
his point and realizes too much of it would be overkill, and I  give him
credit for that. We walk around the garage to the idling car and get in  the
backseat with our Bibles. On the way to church his parents talk together
about a wedding they'll be attending in Virginia next weekend. Mrs. W. turns
her  head to say to us, "It infuriates me my sister insist on a small wedding
for my niece. No children she said. I told her my son is twenty years old,
he's  not a child." Ryan says, "That's okay, mother, we don't want to go to
the  wedding anyway. I'm glad I wasn't invited." His father mutters, "I wish
I  wasn't." and Mrs. W. hits his arm playfully, saying, "Don't tell me that
Junior,  you're looking forward to playing golf with Walt. You love that
golf  course." he mumbles, "Yes, Cynthia." Church this Sunday is very much
like church  last Sunday except I didn't have a hangover then. Having a
hangover made this  week's service seem longer, and then after church Brad doesn't
fuck me  like last Sunday. Ryan and I stick together through the entire
social hour  after church.


We talk with Brad a little, but he needs to  leave early. He feels bad
about hooking Jeff up with old man, Ollie,  and he apologizes saying his only
excuse is... he was drunk. That's the  foolproof excuse at college too, 'Gee,
dude, my bad, I was fucked-up doing beer  pong, so ya know, sorry about
trashing your dorm room...'. When Brad leaves,  Jeff wanders over to join Ryan
and me. He does the one arm hug thing with both  of us and we talk about the
baseball team and then a friend of Jeff joins us.  Jeff introduced him to
us, and us to him. He's another church member who  I recognize from Bible
study, which Jeff doesn't go to. This boy's another  average looking guy a year
older than Jeff. He lives next door to Jeff and  they've been friends and
neighbors for years. His friend, Paul, rags on  Jeff about his haircut, but he
doesn't say anything about mine. Jeff points  to Ryan as his barber. One
thing leads to another and finally Paul comes right  out and asks Ryan why he
was such a loner at Bible study until recently, and  Ryan tells him, "Poor
judgement on my part, Paul. I'm retarded socially at  times." I'm not sure if
Paul took that as Ryan being a smart-ass, or as the  honest confession it
was. The fact Jeff obviously likes Ryan seems to be good  enough for Paul,
and he's very friendly. He jokes about maybe Ryan giving him a  haircut like
Jeff's, but I can tell Paul's neither serious about that, nor  gay.


When Paul drifts away Ryan, Jeff, and me talk about other  reactions Jeff's
heard about his 'specialty  haircut'. Some of his descriptions of what
people say gets us laughing. Jeff  rubs his own head, saying, "Fuck 'em all, I
like this haircut," and Ryan hugs  Jeff's shoulders, mumbling, "Thanks,
dude." Then, naturally, we talk about last  night at the gay club and we get to
laughing and exaggerating things... it's  funny even with my hangover. Jeff
seems more mature this morning. The last thing  Jeff says is, "Um, Albert,
all kidding aside. You know, um, when can you and I,  um, ya know get
together?" Ryan seems uncomfortable, glancing at me, then  saying, "Text me sometime
today and we'll work out something." Jeff nods his  head, then nervously
says, "Danny taught me to make-out, so ya know, if you want  to do that...."
Ryan gives him a shoulder hug, mumbling, "We'll see." When Jeff  walks away
I'm mad at myself for not checking Jeff's lap to see if he sprung a  boner. I
say, "You got yourself a problem, boss. You want to get in Tim's pants  and
Jeff wants you to get in his." Ryan nods his head, "Yeah, ironic isn't it?
I'm not sure how to handle this. It's never happened to me before. What
would  you do?" To avoid answering, "I'd punt."


Before he can react to my non-answer his mother waves at us  that they're
ready to leave. Ryan and I jog over and get in the back seat with  our
Bibles. During the ride to the country club Mrs. W. wants to know what we  thought
of today's 'message' from the minister.  I manage a few comments, but
mostly I wasn't listening to it. Ryan surprises me  by discussing the sermon with
his mother, quoting parts of the Bible  to back up his viewpoint. His
mother finally says, "I think you're right,  Albert, I misinterpreted that part.
What do you think Junior?"  He monotones, "I think Albert's right too." At
the country club Mr. W.  wants to arrange a golf foursome this afternoon with
his wife and another  couple, and they end up eating lunch with Jeff's
parents. They'll be the other  part of the foursome I suppose. As we eat I see
then glancing over at Ryan and  me. They're obviously taking about us and I
wonder what they're saying. Could  they know their son, Jeff, is gay even
though he doesn't think they do? As for  Ryan and I, we're quite happy eating
lunch alone. Our conversation consists of  the one we ended with in the
parking lot regarding Jeff and Tim being sexually  interested in Ryan. Ryan
claims it's hard to believe he's getting all the  attention from those two, but
at the same time he seems sort of proud  about it. He also emphasizes it
never would have happened if I weren't  here. He's right, it wouldn't have, but
where's that leave me?

Ryan finishes his BLT, saying "Before this thing with Tim and  Jeff I can't
ever remember a cute gay guy being remotely interested in me,  especially
if they could have chosen you. And now it's actually happening  with not one,
but two gay boys." I go, "Yeah, I hear ya, but there's no  accounting for
the taste of these Georgia hicks' where gay young men are  concerned. The gay
boys are much more sensible and discriminating back east." He  laughs, then
says, "I love you. I know this is happening because of you. I'd  never even
have met these guys if you didn't meet them first. You met Brad, than
Timmy, which led to me being invited to try out for the baseball team where  you
enticed Jeff to our dugout." I go, "And he got one look at you and  was
smitten." Ryan says with a grin, "He wants me to be stern with him." I ask,
"What's Tim want?" and Ryan says, "I'm guessing he wants to be with a gay guy
other than Bradford." I go, "He also has a 'thing' for you," and Ryan goes,
 "Nah, he has a thing for Jeff, and now Tim's getting the same haircut Jeff
has  because then they'll have more in common." I shrug, "Who knows what
they want or  think, but they already have a lot in common. They're the same
age and they  graduated high school together. Plus, they knew each other
pretty well in  school." Ryan says, "Whatever, I'm glad the haircut thing is
spreading because I  like giving these haircuts. I'll do Tim's today and then
next Saturday all  three of you will need haircuts." I go, "We won't need
them, but you'll be doing  them anyway." He goes, "I like that 'just-cut'
bristly look. Your hair's already  beginning to lose the spiky look because your
hair grows fast." I tell him,  "You won me over. I won't complain about the
haircuts, I'll just be one of your  'boys' getting scalped by 'our man'." He
goes, "Well, you are just one of my  boys," and he laughs at how things are
turning out for him. It is pretty fuckin'  unbelievable.


Ryan smells the back of his hand a few seconds, then asks, "Do  you think I
really am 'your man'? I mean for real." I nod my head, "If you say  so, it
doesn't matter to me what you call yourself. What's that even mean  anyway?"
He goes, "Well, actually I don't say I'm your man. You're the one who's
said that. As far as I'm concerned we're boyfriends. We're equals in
everything." and then he chuckles, adding, "Except I'm in-charge." I grin,  "Yeah,
except for that." If we weren't in a public place I'd give him a  kiss.
Lately everything about Ryan is attractive to me. Once he got  over the shock of
being introduced to Brad and Tim, he's been handling  himself very well with
other guys we've met. He acts normally once he feels  comfortable with
someone, it's the 'meeting' part he sucks at. We hang around in  the parking lot
smoking after lunch waiting for his parents to finish their  cocktails. I'm
asking for suggestions of what I can do when Ryan's with Tim at  the
waterfall. He says jokingly, "You could take the Mini and sneak up on us  watching
me fuck him." I'm like, "I probably won't do that."


We both flick our cigarette butts and they cross in midair. I  go, "Um,
you've seen Timmy naked, so what do you think of his pecker?" He shakes  his
head, "No, I haven't seen him naked, why?" I go, "You saw him naked at the
club when you fucked him. I should have told you about his two-inch dick so
you  wouldn't be startled when you first saw it." Ryan laughs out loud, then
says,  "You told me last night he fucked you. How'd he do that with a two
inch  cock?" I go, "Are you out of your fucking mind? You watched us fuck, are
you  saying you didn't see his dick?" He shrugs, "Not that I remember." I
shake my  head, then say, "That's hard to believer  but him fucking me was a
pretty interesting experience, and kinda hot too if you  can imagine that.
You know what? He'll probably be the one who wants  to fuck you, not the
other way around. He's tired of being Brad's bottom." Ryan  doesn't believe a
word I'm saying and he laughs again, then mumbles, "You  bull-shitter. You're
just jealous of Tim. No eighteen year old boy has  a two-inch cock. It'd be
impossible to even feel that thing up your ass." I  shrug, mumbling, "It's
thin too, heh heh," then ask, "You seriously don't  remember?" He shakes his
head, "I was fucking him, not looking at his dick. I  didn't notice, or I
blacked-out. Anyway you're exaggerating, nobody has a two  inch dick." Can I
believe this shit? Oh fuck it, I just shake my head. After all  I don't
remember half the things I said at the bar with Ryan, so he apparently  was too
drunk to notice Timmy's dick.

We get called to the car for the ride home, so I leave the  topic of Tim's
dick for now. Mr. and Mrs. W. probably wouldn't believe me  either. At home
Ryan and I change out of our church clothes and put on t-shirts  and shorts,
then the bibs with our numbers on them. Joining Ryan in his bedroom  he
flips me his baseball cap from prep school. He's wearing his Merrimack
baseball cap. Going down the steps, I say, "It's nice to be able to wear a  hat
again." Ryan goes, "Yeah, but only when we're doing baseball stuff, the rest
of the time I want me, you, and everyone else seeing your Albert's specialty
haircut." I mumble, "Yes, boss, but please don't start referring to
yourself in  the third person." He drives onto the school's parking lot, saying,
"Albert  likes referring to himself in the third person." I go, "God help
me."


At the baseball diamond one of the coaches leads all of us in  fifteen
minutes of calisthenics and we jog around the entire field before  breaking up
into positions. I'm with Ryan in the outfielders group. Five of us  are
spread out in the three outfield positions handling balls hit out here by  the
coach, just like we did yesterday. The kid with a million freckles on his
face turns out to be an arrogant braggart.  He bitches openly about  being a
back-up player, a left handed bat off the bench. He tells me, "If you're  a
back up outfielder I should be in triple professional baseball, that's how
much better I am than you. I was high school all-state in my junior year." I
say, "Tell it to somebody who gives a shit, Ricky." He goes,  "Fuck you,
pretty boy." He's also a ball hog, cutting in front of guys that the  ball's
hit directly at. Ricky looks like a sweet kid with too many  freckles, when in
actuality he's a ginormous asshole. Jeff calls  over to him, "Hey,
Freckles, If you cut in front of me one more times I'm going  to remove six freckles
from your face." Ricky walks up to Jeff, face to face and  they yell at
each other until the coach calls us in. He gives a speech about  being a team,
and there's no 'I' in team, and team chemistry is almost as  important as
team talent and blah, blah, blah. Nothing original.


We have long turns at bat in the batting cage with coach  logging-in the
result of our every swing of the bat. I guess they're trying  to figure out a
batting order. Ryan hits line drive after  line drive and then when it's my
turn they switch pitchers and I get the  black ace of the pitching staff. I
don't hit for shit off him. Ricky  replaces me in the batting cage smirking
at me, mumbling, "Give it the fuck up,  you couldn't hit little league
pitching." I go, "Tell it to somebody who gives a  shit." That retort worked for
me earlier so I'm sticking with it. Ryan  takes me aside for a pep talk.
"Nobody's doing much hitting off this guy, Danny.  I noticed you're looping
your swing," and he gives me a batting lesson. The next  time I'm in the
batting cage there's a different pitcher, and remembering Ryan's  batting tips,
I'm back to hitting some pretty good line drives. Afterwards Ryan  pats my
back, saying, "Better, you were really smacking the ball around to all
fields!" That makes me feel good. It's nice having someone look out for you and
rooting for you. I root for Ryan too, and Jeff. The practice goes on for over
two hours, twice as long as we expected. It was fun though, and we meet a
couple more of our teammates, none of whom I picked-up any gay vibes from,
and  none especially hot looking or cute. They're mostly average with three I
 kindly categorize as 'not good looking or even remotely cute'. Freckles
isn't the only asshole here, there are a few big egos on the team. There's
also  a small clique consisting of three of the pitchers who are bully types.
Big guys  with loud voices spouting out unfunny insults with the three of
them the only  ones laughing. In other words, the eighteen teammates are a
cross section  you're likely to find in any group of eighteen. Ryan, Jeff, and
I are our own  clique with the back-up fourth infielder, the quiet type,
lurking with us. Then  there's Tim, who's not on the team, but joins us for
breaks  He's our  cheerleader. This leaves Freckles on the outside looking in.
Not that he gives a  shit. He's basically using all his spare time
brown-nosing with the  coach.


Jeff's like Ryan's puppy dog, never more than arm's length  away, which
leaves Tim resigned to second choice, meaning me. As we drink pop in  between
turns in the batting cage, Tim asks me, "Do you think I did alright last
night fucking you?" I look around quickly, "Could you keep it down a little,
Timmy? It's nobody's business but our own." He goes, "I hear ya. Tell me the
truth, how do you think I'll look after Albert gives me his specialty
haircut?"  I shrug, taking off my hat, "You'll look like this." He says, "Just
between you  and me, Jeff looks dorky with that haircut, but you don't, and I
don't think I  will either. Whaddaya think?" I say, "Dorky is a fairly
subjective word. What's  dorky to one might be cool to another." He goes, "Ya
know what your problem is,  ya never give a straight answer to a question. Do
you think I'm cute?" I say,  "Yes," and he goes, "That's better. You gave
your opinion for once." I like  looking at Tim who's acting more like an
eighteen year old today then he did  last night. I ask, "You and Bradford have any
plans to get it on, so to speak?"  He says, "I'm more into topping now
since doing you twice last night. The better  question is when are you and me
gonna get it on again, so to  speak."


Huh, I guess I wouldn't mind that as a quickie, except Ryan  has other
plans after Tim's haircut. I go, "You and me, huh? It's hard to get  away since
I'm almost always with Albert." Tim goes, "He's like your, um,  fucking
boss, huh? Brad tries to be like that with me, but fuck that." Tim  is
noticeably less whiny with me and I think it's because he's topping me  when we fuck.
I say, "Literally he's my boss at work. Ryan's the boss of six  guys. And I
guess figuratively it's true other times because he is sort of  in-charge
being I'm living at his house." He says, "Right there. That's  what I mean
about you never answering a question directly. Fuck, I  don't even understand
what you said with all your 'figure  this relative to that', or whatever it
was you said. That's not cool,  it annoys people... just saying." I give him a
smirky 'look', and he goes,  "I'm serious, that's asshole activity." Trying
not to laugh, I'm like, "You'll  get this same way at college. It's college
speak." He says, "I'm not going to  college. My grades blow so I'm joining
the Marines." I go, "Well, you'll have  the haircut for it." He mumbles, "No
shit." Tim's got a cute mouth with hot  bow-shaped lips that are kinda
full, but not too full, just right for kissing, I  ask, "Are you into making-out
with guys?" He says, "No, I told you that before.  Why, do you want to
make-out with me?" I grin, saying, "Yes,"and he goes, "Well,  forget it, but at
least you gave me a direct answer." He also has thin perfectly  shaped
eyebrows. Some guys inherit thick eyebrows or bushy ones that  fuck-up their
appearance. What doesn't fuck-up Tim's appearance is his nose. I'd  like to
pinch it, so I do. He goes, "Ya like my nose, don'cha?" and I say,  "Yes," and
we both laugh a little. He goes, "You have a perfect nose too and,  um, it's
fun hanging out with you even if I don't understand your Yankee  speak half
the time." I ask, "Are you aware Albert's got a 'thing' for you?" He  says,
"Yeah, you alluded to that before but I didn't know if you were breaking  my
balls or not. It's hard to tell when you're  serious." And then Skip, the
manager, blows his whistle and I get back to  practicing and Tim gets back to
watching.


After practice Jeff and Ryan are quietly talking together,  probably making
plans to hook up. Then Ryan drives us home with Tim following in  his car.
Ryan says, "Um, don't you think it'd be good if you and me  had separate
activities occasionally. I don't want you getting bored  with me." Could he be
more obvious? He obviously wants time apart to fuck around  with Jeff, who I
surmise wants to be Ryan's slave boy. It's probably  an appealing idea to
Ryan. I go, "I haven't been bored with you since  we left college," and he
goes, "I was thinking of our arguments during the ride  down here. I
attributed that to us being together 24/7 and I'd like to avoid  that happening
again." I'm like, "I'll go along with whatever you suggest,  Albert, you're in
charge." He nods, "Good. Just an occasional break from me  will do you good."
I mutter, "If you say so."


At the house Ryan sends me for the barber equipment. With his  arm across
Timmy's shoulders, giving him a few reassuring hugs, he  leads Tim into the
garage. When I get back Tim's sitting on the stool with his  shirt off. He
has some baby chest hairs but not enough to turn a guy off, or on.  Ryan's
running his fingers through Timmy's preppy hair style, telling Tim,  "You'll
need to be here Saturday mornings, every Saturday morning when I'll give  my
boys fresh haircuts." Timmy nods his head, and I ask, "When ya joining up,
Tim?" Ryan asks, "Joining what?" and Tim goes, "After this summer I'm joining
 the Marines." Like Jeff, Tim seems much more mature than he did last
night.  Mature for an eighteen year old I mean. He's a tough talking kid who
can't back  up the words he says because many statements sound like questions.
I'd like to  be a fly on the wall in his barracks at Parris Island. I lay out
the clippers  and stuff the way Ryan's likes it, and then hop up on the
long table, the one  that shouldn't even be in a garage, to watch the haircut.
I'm thinking it might  give my haircut fetish a little thrill. I'll say this
about Ryan as a barber, he  has no doubts or hesitations. I'd feel it
necessary to ask for reassurances the  guy wants this extreme haircut, but Ryan
takes it for granted and he gets right  into it. With the bare clippers
running in his right hand he pushes Tim's head  roughly to the side with his
left, holding Tim's head over like that he runs  the clippers all the way up the
side of Tim's head and a big  bunch of brown hair slides off the back of
Ryan's hand drifting to the cement  floor. Before it hits the floor Ryan's
already running the clippers up Tim's  head again next to the first cut. He
does it fast, but after the first run it's  already too late for Timmy to
change his mind, so what's Ryan  hurry?

The look in Tim's eyes tells me he's having severe second  thoughts about
this. He looks scared and I don't blame him. That's how I  was during the
first couple of haircuts Ryan gave me like this. He's literally  cutting all
the hair off your head leaving only a little batch on top that's a  mere
quarter inch in length. So much hair is falling to the floor by the  time Ryan
finishes with the back of Tim's head, it's given me a boner. Then,  without
hesitating, Ryan runs the clippers across the top of Tim's head at the  crown
with three inch long hairs falling to the floor. It's obvious Tim's  very
uncomfortable now and he goes back to his whiny, meek persona, "Please, not
as short as Jeff's, okay, Albert?" Ryan says, "It'll be exactly as short as
Jeff's, and please don't talk while I'm cutting." Yesterday I could see Jeff
 becoming more and more docilely submissive during Ryan's dominant haircut,
 but Tim's the opposite. He gets determined, pushing Ryan's arm away and
hopping  off the stool feeling his head, yelling, "No, goddammit! Not as short
as Jeff's!  No more cutting on top of my head." I say, 'Feels like
sandpaper up there, huh,  Tim." Ryan's just standing there looking at him. Tim looks
silly with one side  and the back of his head nearly shaved and longish
hair on the other side, along  with most of the long hair on top. My dick's
been buzzing along with the  clippers while watching the haircut and wishing I
was the barber instead of  Ryan.


Tim's looking at himself in the handheld mirror, pissed-off  now and not
meek at all, saying, "This is fucking shorter than either Danny's or  Jeff's."
Ryan's grinning smelling the back of his hand as the clippers continue
running in his other hand making their unique sound. Ryan says, "If you're done
 fucking around, Timmy, get your ass back up on the stool." Timmy says,
"You  heard me, Albert. Not any shorter on top." That came out of his mouth
sounding  like  a whiny, 'I'm resigned to you cutting the top anyway you want'.
 Tim sits back down on the stool and the first thing Ryan does is run the
clippers further forward on top of Tim's head and a large pile of hair
hit's Tim's shoulder with half of it skidding down his back and the  other half
ending up in his lap. A big batch of three inch hair and Tim's  defeated. He
says nothing the rest of the haircut. When Ryan's done it looks  just like
Jeff's and mine except Ryan used the bare clippers further forward on  top
of Tim's head, and he tells him why he cut it shorter. "I'm sorry, Tim, but
I purposely cut your hair shorter on top because you gave me some shit about
it.  Next Saturday if you just sit there with your mouth shut I won't do it
like  this. Okay?" Tim's submissive now. He's defeated and resigned to
Ryan's wishes.  Ryan asked, "You okay, Timmy?" He gets off the stool feeling all
around his head  looking embarrassed, like we all do at first, as he says,
"Yeah, I'm okay,  you're the boss, Albert."


When Ryan chooses to be dominant I've never seen anyone  do it better. He
does it without sounding especially nasty about it, and in  fact he
apologizes and explains why he did whatever it is he did. My dick is so  hard I don't
dare get off this long table because my boner would be too obvious.  Ryan
hands Timmy the dust pan and brush and tells him to sweeps up his own  hair.
The hair on the floor is at least ninety-eight percent of the hair that
five minutes ago was attached to his head. With Tim's head almost shaved I see
he has an excellently shaped head. Better than Jeff's, but not as good as
mine... ha ha. I'm feeling oddly good that I'm not the only guy in Marietta
with Ryan's specialty haircut now. And I feel good seeing other guys being
dominated by Ryan, and not just me. That makes me feel sort of validated that
 it's not just me who reacts submissively at times to Ryan. He has a knack
for  it.

Then Ryan does what he's good at, he sort of makes-up with  Timmy rubbing
his head telling him he looks good, then hugging Tim's shoulder  saying,
"Don't be grumpy. I did mostly what you wanted." Tim says, "I know, I  know.
It's just new and I need to get used to it." Ryan goes, "How about we  take
your new haircut for a ride on this," and he pulls the tarp off  his motorbike.
"Cool!" goes Tim. Two minutes later Tim's wearing 'my'  helmet, the one
Jeff used, sitting behind Ryan. Ryan does a wheelie out of the  garage with Tim
squealing and holding Ryan around his waist, the side of his  face on
Ryan's shoulder. I watch them go, pulling at my pecker through my  shorts, then
take my time  cleaning the clippers and putting everything  away. I take the
toiletry kit to the basement and when I come back upstairs Mr.  and Mrs. W.
are coming downstairs dressed for golf. Mrs. W. asks, "Was that  Albert's
motorcycle zooming away?" Mr. W. mumbles, "Motorbike, Cynthia." I go,  "Yes,
ma'am, it was. He gave Tim Dulson his specialty haircut and now he's  taking
him for a ride." Mr. W. shakes his head slowly in amazement, as Mrs. W.
says, "Well, if you leave the house, please lock up behind you, dear," and she
kisses my cheek on her way out. It was so unexpected I blush hot and red,
but  they don't see it.


Going to my bedroom I call Robby and talk to him for fifteen  minutes. He
tells me Danny officially quit, like Robby suspected would  happen. Danny was
missing his parents even though they aren't talking to each  other. Rob's
hired his replacement and now he needs to train him the same  way he just
finished training Danny. He's pissed at Danny, saying, "Fuck, Dylan,  I don't
know what I ever saw in him in the first place." I say,  "Danny's cute and
he's a sweet guy, Rob, a good guy." Robby says, "I guess, but  I miss you,
baby. I'm all fucked up without you, and Jeff says the same  thing." I mumble,
"I know, I miss you guys too," and then he wants to know how  things are
going for me. I tell him things are okay, trying not to express how  good
things actually are for me here. He asks about Ryan and I keep it general  and
neutral, rather than my true feelings which are all positive. I mean  I just
witnessed Ryan being sexily dominant with Tim and that gave me a  boner.
Robby says, "It sounds like you're doing okay, and I wish I were. Dad's  got me
involved in the big project as well as my regular supervisory job  and I
have hardly any free time. I think that's why Danny got tired of staying  with
me. He was on his own so much of the time. Your brother tried to include
Danny in stuff outside work but most of that was co-ed, if you know what I
mean,  and Danny wanted nothing to do with it.


We spend ten minutes exchanging vows of love, and I don't  feel the least
bit guilty because my love for Robby is so sincere and deeper  than anything
I might be feeling for Ryan. When we say goodbye I'm homesick  again so I
call home and talk to mom for twenty minutes. Then I run out of time  before I
can call Chubby because I hear the motorbike's mufflers roaring up the
drive. I look out the window and see Ryan's still in the driver's seat.
Yesterday Jeff was driving when they came back. Then I think, they couldn't have
gone to the falls and fucked because they weren't gone long enough. I go out
to  meet them and they're both all smiles, whatever that infers. Where
could they  have had sex? Maybe they didn't. Ryan's still sitting on the bike
with Tim  standing next to him now. Without thinking I walk up and put my arm
around  Ryan's neck leaning down to kiss him on the lips. Take that, Timmy.
Ryan smiles,  "Thanks, Babe," and Tim says, "Guys kissing is a turn-off to
me." Ryan goes, "Ya  don't say," as he puts a hand behind my neck pulling my
head down for another  kiss, a ten second open mouth kiss. Tim mutters,
"Gross," but he's sort of  grinning.


We talk for a few minutes about their ride. Their  description doesn't
include anything that sounds like they could have fucked.  They didn't stop
anywhere except to get ice cream cones. I'll find out the truth  from Ryan
later, he doesn't lie to me which is one of the reasons I trust him.  Tim's gotta
get home so he takes off. Ryan's walking the bike into the  garage and as
he's covering the bike with a tarp, I ask, "So, how'd it go?" Ryan  says, "It
didn't, unfortunately. You were right, he wanted to top." I ask, "Did  you
see his dick?" Ryan laughs, "The mystical two inch penis? No, we didn't  do
anything. I wouldn't let him top me and he said something about me lusting
after him, so if I want to have sex with him I'll give in. He says he's done
 being a 'bottom'." I laugh, and Ryan adds, "You turned him into a 'top' is
what  he said," and he chuckles, adding, "I don't blame him either. Once
someone gets  his dick in that one-in-ten-million ass of your's, nothing else
will do." I put  my arms around his neck, "He doesn't know what he's
missing, Albert." Ryan  grins and I say, "Okay, yes I'm begging for it again. Your
parents are slicing  shots into the woods on the golf course, so..."


Ryan's beaming, but playing hard to get. "What? You want me to  fuck you
here in the garage?" I nod my head and lean in for another kiss  which turns
into a doozy of a kiss with lots of tongue and me keeping our  faces together
with my arms around the back of his neck. Ryan's squeezing my  butt cheeks
kissing in the way only he can, getting my boner painfully stretched  and
uncomfortably confined in my cargo shorts. The kiss breaks with both of us
gasping for air but I don't let go of my hold around his neck. Our faces slide
 together with me murmuring in his ear, "You've always turned me on,
Albert,  but lately it's been crazy how hot you get me." Ryan lets out a long
breath,  saying, "Tell me you love me, but only if you mean it," and with my
lips on his  ear, I murmur, "I love you Ryan/Albert." He says, "It's
Albert/Ryan Wilcox the  third, to be exact." I go, "Him too,' and Ryan says, "Thank
you." We do  passionate kisses for a few minutes with both of us making
whining sounds of  desire near the end. I'm feeling relief for finally being
truthful to myself and  Ryan. It's love. I am in love with him and it's not fair
of me to pretend I'm  not, while at the same time my conversation with Robby
proves to me it's a  different feeling of love I have for him than the one
I feel for Ryan. It just  is, but I do love Ryan.


Turning me around, gasping, Ryan's as aroused as I am, "Get  your pants
down," and as I do that I hear his zipper coming down. My hard boner  flops up
and down once it's freed from captivity, then it sticks straight out,  all
six inches like a molded steel cock. Ryan's chest is against my back  with
his long hard cock pointing up my ass crack as he reaches around to stroke  my
cock, whispering, "I'm too aroused to mess around. We'll do a slow lovers
fuck tonight in your bed, but this is gonna be hard and fast." I feel
drools of precum from his boner slide slowing down my left butt cheek. He lets
go of my boner and takes hold of his moving it down in the drool of precum,
then  it's at my asshole and inside me just like that. I see nothing but red
flashes  as the pain surges with his cock pushing up, up, up my ass all
eight fat inches  of it. Someone screams and I guess it was me, but now I'm
holding my breath with  Ryan's groin tightly against me. He's going, "Shhhh,
it'll be alright," as he's  trying to settle me down after ramming his big cock
all the way up my ass.  He's lightly rubbing the palms of his hands up and
down my chest  and stomach, while kissing the side of my chin, murmuring,
"You'll  feel fine in a minute."


Less than a minute later, "Shhh, you okay now, Danny?" and the  pain
reduces, then reduces some more as my rectum gets the fucking  message finally and
relaxes after that abrupt intrusion. My body got tense  with the pain,
every muscle clenched, but now I begin relaxing, and relaxing  some more, and
then it's like I feel a glow as the hint of pleasure comes over  me and tears
come to my eyes from relief. Then that hint of  pleasure blossoms and
totally replaces the pain and the transformation is  remarkably sexual. I'm
completely relaxed now as Ryan whispers, "That  wasn't so bad, was it Danny?" I
go, "Uh uh," and he says, "I can't even begin to  describe how much sexual
pain and pleasure that gave me shoving my boner right  up there, bam! I've
fantasize about being dominant enough to push my boner right  up your ass, all
the way up in one motion, and we just did it." That was  dominant alright,
and I feel appropriately submissive to Ryan, murmuring meekly,  "It wasn't
that bad, and yes it was very sexily dominant of you, Albert."  He quietly
mumbles, "Which you love, right?" I quietly say, "Uh huh," as I'm  thinking that
almost anyone would feel submissive having their ass plowed  confidently
with a huge cock like Ryan's. How else could you feel when someone  mounts you
with a huge boner and drives it straight up your ass in two  seconds?
You're certainly not feeling dominant when you're basically  helpless and in
pain, and then two minutes later you're captured by the  incredible pleasure
sensations flowing from your rectum, balls, and cock. Ryan  can do that any
time he feels like it and I won't complain.


He's made me feel submissive in a deeply sexual way and doing  it in the
most awesome manner. I'm hoping he  fucks me really hard like he  said. I feel
fortunate to be dominated the way Ryan confidently does it now...  always
his way and without hesitation. And then there also a  deliciously  loving
undertone I sense from him as well. For maybe six months now, and  especially
here at his home, he's being extra dominant at times. He does it for  my
benefit, not his. With me Ryan's come to prefer lovers sex that's soft and
slow and goes on for much longer then hard dominant sex. Both extremes, and
the different ways in between, are all fine with me. When I ask him to have
sex  with me I'm not thinking sub/dom sex necessarily, I just feel a need to
have sex  with him and I'm content to let him decide how he wants to fuck me.
He's decided  how he's going to do it for quite some time now. Sometimes
when we're into it  and he's got me incredibly aroused I might say, 'Fuck me
hard' or something like  that, but Ryan decides. And I need to give up my
contention that it's all 'just  a game to me' because it's real, Ryan is
in-charge and I'm good with  that.


With his boner fully impaling me and his body tightly against  my back, his
left arm go around my stomach holding me against him. Then his  free hand
grabs my chin pulling my head to the side so he can kiss me on half my  lips,
then lick the half of my the face he can reach, and then murmurs, "You've
always turned me on, but saying you love me, and saying it with true
feelings  has taken desire for you higher than I thought possible. Oooh, you are so
 special, and you're mine." As if to prove it, moving only his hips, he
does four  long hard and fast thrusts in my ass, then stops, dropping his
forehead to my  shoulder moaning, "Aaaaah, I almost climaxed, oooh." He breaths
deeply a few  times, then with the palm of his hand on my forehead, he pulls
my head back to  his shoulder which gives me a slight claustrophobic sense.
With his cock  impaling me, my head held back tightly on his shoulder, and
his arm around my  waist I feel I can't move and a quiet whine escapes my
throat. Hearing that he  pulls my head back further stretching my neck and
again moves only his hips  doing full eight inch trusts back and forth in my ass
as my back arches as if  I'm trying to move away from his thrusting, but
nothing could be further from  the truth. The sensations sparkle in my rectum
getting so intense arching my  back was an involuntary reaction from my
body, but now I'm pushing my ass back  and holding it still for his fast thrusts
up my ass. No more concerns about  claustrophobia. My brain's absorbing the
sexual sensations each of these fast  hard thrust that his big hard sex
organ are causing, and I'm moaning in pleasure  constantly. The moaning is
involuntary  also, I can't not moan  at the pleasure.


The sounds of males fucking is muted by Ryan's shorts since  his cock is
just out through the fly, but those sounds are the only thing  missing. It's
constant unbelievable stimulation from my rectum creating too much  sexual
pleasure to comprehend and putting me in a dizzying private  world of pleasure
that no words can do justice to, and I want it to go on  forever. I see in
my head his boner pulling out until just part of the head is  hidden inside
me and then the long fat hard cock quickly disappears inch by  inch inside
me, the head tightly making the eight inch voyage spreading the  walls of my
rectum, sliding tightly over my prostate gland and stimulating  the
sensitive lips of my ass hole for a constant cacophony of sexual  pleasure that
seems to ring in my ears. There a subtle wet sound as his hard  cock slides up
inside me spreading his precum while the stimulation on his cock  causes it
to swells even more, the head of his cock swelling the most. My own  cock is
doing the same. An increasing need to climax builds and builds in me as  I
continue picturing his boner pulling back shiny with precum and then back up
my ass it goes as I moan his name and then, "Albert, ahhhh," followed by a
squeal from me as my body thrusts forward and cum streaks from my cock
shooting  straight out. My mind goes blank for a second as another stream of cum
shoots  out leave me shaking with Ryan grunting and humping against my
buttocks shooting his load of semen into my bowels. Grunting with more  humping
against me and I guess shooting more cum inside me, then he stops and I
feel his chest heaving against my back as Ryan takes deep gasping  breaths.


After half a minute he says, "I thought my fucking heart  stopped when I
climaxed. Swear to god, it scared me. What a climax!" I can't  reply because
I'm still feeling all kinds of tasty little buzzing sensations  around my
groin making my shoulders do their little shudder.  Ryan's rubbing my head
doing longs lazy thrust up my ass now, about ten  delicious long trips up my
super sensitized rectum before pulling his big sloppy  cock out, "Whoa, that
was excellent, babe," and "SMACK! SMACK!" on my ass  splattering some of the
cum that drooled out. He wipes his hand on the tarp  covering his motor bike,
then gives me a hug, "You alright, Danny?" I nod my  head saying, "Uh huh,
I'm still enjoying my climax." He chuckles as he wipes my  smacked ass,
"God, your buttocks are shaped so perfectly. You're a freak of  nature, babe, a
good freak of nature, a perfect one." I mumble, "Thanks, I  think. Um, that
was a really good fuck, Albert, really, really good." He pulls  my underwear
up leaving his handkerchief caught in my jockey shorts at my  asshole so
it'll soak up some of his cum that's still drooling out. He says,  "I've gotta
be on my sexual A game with you, Danny. Now that I've got you in  love with
me, I gotta make you happy so you'll stay in love with me." He never
mentions Robby, which is smart of him because he knows he needs to keep the
focus on us. I ask, "You gonna do everything I want to keep me happy?" He says,
"Well, um, no, just the opposite, babe. I'm going to be more in charge than
ever  because that's got me this far." I grin at him, "You don't have any
idea  what you're doing, do you?" He laughs, "No, but I'm going to keep doing
it," and  we hug, giving each other a smiling kiss.


I'm feeling the back of my shorts to see if his cum has soaked  through
yet, asking, "What'll we do now?" He says, "I guess we better get  cleaned-up
for dinner." We do that and have another very good dinner and this  one is
without any rancor from Mr. W. who seems in a good mood talking to Mrs.  W.
about the stock market and especially about their Apple stock portfolio,  then
Ryan and I clean up the kitchen after dessert. He makes me mop the  kitchen
floor twice, saying, "Danny, you're not the least bit lazy, but  you're
content with an 'okay' job. I want as perfect a job as possible, and  that's
what I want you to want. Okay?" He said it all nicely, with a smile, so I
say, "Yes, Albert," and that gives my dick a thrill. Ryan tells me we're not
going out tonight.  He just fucked me so awesomely I don't want to go  out
either with hopes of more. We lay on his bed watching a movie on HBO. He has
his arm around the back of my neck and I'm mostly on my side laying against
him, the side of my neck on his shoulder with my arm across his stomach.
Every once in a while he kisses the side of my head or gives me a hug. As
the credits are rolling there's a knock on his bedroom door. He goes, "Come on
 in," and his mother opens the door, sees us cuddling like this and smiles,
then  says, "You're on your own for dinner tomorrow night boys, there's
money on the  kitchen table. Have a nice dinner some place. Good night." We say
good night to  his mother and then make-out getting aroused again. We go up
to my bedroom and  get in bed naked, then Ryan as promised, does a slow
lover's fuck with us face  to face, my legs pulled back and it's just an
awesome sexual experience,  deliciously sexy.


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



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