Date: Thu, 23 Jul 2015 11:03:30 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S Georgia Vacation Chapter  2

DYLAN'S  Georgia Vacation


Chapter  2


By  Donny Mumford




Well okay, our first day of driving towards Marietta, Georgia,  is behind
us now. Earlier this afternoon we got off to a bit of a shaky start  with
Ryan giving me a haircut and then trying to lay down some rules. Overall
though I thought it was a good day. We checked-in at a Motel Six not far from
exit 17 off route I-84, and shortly thereafter we had ourselves a hot sexy
playtime together. Nothing new about that... Ryan and I have a two year
history  of engaging in occasional sub/dom sex together. As the submissive
participant I  did what I was told, which was 'get naked'. Then I stood in the
bedroom with  Ryan right behind me jerking me off. Just for the hell of it he
felt like  milking my balls dry. That was interestingly random. It was also a
surprisingly  hot hand job by him, and wow, he really got me off good
leaving me panting and  holding my empty nuts. Then in bed after a delicious
make-out I sucked his big  cock and he fucked my mouth and throat with it. Even
after my big orgasm from  the balls milking Ryan's deep-throating technique
gave me maybe the hardest  boner I've ever had in my life. Obviously the
afternoon's sex play was merely a  warm-up for some conventional sex later. We
took showers and then had dinner at  a diner down the road about a mile from
our motel.


Now that we've finished an okay dinner we're back in our motel  room in bed
naked. I'm laying on my back with my hands behind my head looking up  at
Ryan who's on his side, supporting himself with his forearm on the mattress.
We're looking into each other's eyes as he's casually rubbing the back of
his  fingers on the top of my head, murmuring, "This is nice, isn't it?" I'm
wondering if he means my haircut when he says, "So nice because it's just
the  two of us, and for the next ten weeks too." My right hand reaches up to
adjust  his glasses, as I tell him, "We've been together before, just the two
of us." He  goes, "Yeah, but not like this. I mean, it's really just us
now. Nobody we know  is within a hundred and fifty miles." I nod, "Uh huh," and
he grins putting the  palm of his hand on my head leaning his face close to
mine, saying, "You are all  mine for the first time, you and your latest
haircut, ha ha," as he rubs my head  for the umpteenth time since giving me
this  haircut; I think he's proud of it. Even so the muscles in my groin
contract on  their own as a delicious submissive buzz flickers over me. I know
Ryan very well  and can tell he's feeling good, confident, and dominant
tonight. Still looking  me in the eyes he's now rubbing the pad of his fingers
across my lips,  murmuring, "What do you think about being all mine for weeks
and weeks, Dylan?"  I grin, "It's okay, I guess." He lays on my chest
smiling, then mutters, "Only  okay, huh?" then he kisses me with one of his special
kisses and our arms go  around each other.


We've had a sexual attraction for each other for a couple of  years now, so
we're very comfortable in sexual situations together. Our  specialty is
sub/dom sex with Ryan always the dominant one. The weight lifting  he's done
the last year has transformed his slight frame into a  hard sexy male body
that's awesome to wrap my arms around. He's also a world  class make-out artist
with sexy lips and a perfect bubblegum-pink tongue that's  does magical
things in my mouth. Add to that his sexy boyish scent, scraggily  soft
whiskers, and his large cock and, well, sometimes I can hardly  get enough of him.
We make-out squirming against each other's naked bodies,  our faces rubbing
together, his eyeglasses steaming over, our hands in each  other's hair or
caressing shoulders, backs, and asses. All the things that add  to our intense
sexual heat that we're sensing from one another tonight, a heat  so hot I
can almost see the smoke. He gets fully on top of me now, our hard  cocks
squeezed tantalizingly between our bellies as he kisses and licks my face.
Ryan's body is lengthwise on top of me, his legs between mine, his arm behind
my  neck as he gives me another awesomely sexy kiss and then rubs his nose
against mine while his hips do gentle humps and his free hand rubs my
barbered  head as a not too subtle reminder that he's in-charge of us this summer.
Oh my  god, there's only one other boy who can match the sexual arousal Ryan
sometimes  creates in me. And like I said, I love the way Ryan smells and
right now I'm  hugging his body against mine with my face against his
shoulder inhaling his  sexy scent with my cock getting harder and harder, and
tighter and tighter. Oh  man, my boner feels really good!

We've been quietly and slowly rubbing and hugging our bodies  together as
we kiss and lick one another for the better part of a half  hour. Our boners
have been drooling precum with it mixing together as  our bodies slide in
the sticky wetness against one another. Quiet moans of  sexual arousal and the
rustling of the sheets are the only sounds we've heard  for quite awhile.
I'm gently humping my hips back against his with my fingers  playing with the
hair on the back of his head, needing to cum so badly it's  almost a
painful feeling around my groin, but the elusive tipping point hasn't  yet been
reached. I can't hug him enough or lick his lips enough or taste his  tongue
in my mouth enough. I want to eat him with a spoon. Ryan's so sexy and  hot
it's driving me crazy and I'm feeling this deep submissiveness to him
without knowing exactly why. It's a wonderful feeling though, "Mmmm, oooh," I
sigh and squirm under him feeling like I'll spontaneous climax any second. As I
 take a deep breath, trying to savor all the delicious sensations I'm
feeling, Ryan grins looking me in the eyes, knowing how aroused he's gotten  me,
then he puts his lips on my ear, whispering, "Not yet, baby. I want you to
need it more," and my body shudders under him,  "Oooooh, oooh, Ry...aaan,"
dragging out his name, almost ready to beg for  it.


As I moan and hump my hips lightly against his, he  rubs my head again
feeling the short bristly hairs on top of my head as he  murmurs, "Shhh, be
patient, Dylan," and then his mouth covers mine and his  tongue's sliding
against my tongue as my arms hug around the back of his neck  and my face moves
against his. Kissing him back, breathing noisily through my  nose I'm feeling
extremely aroused and desperate to climax. It's been a bit  of an up and
down day and during parts of it I felt bad for Ryan, even sorry for  him
because of his apparently lousy childhood and my suspicions that his home  life
kinda blows too, but I don't want to think of those things. Instead I'm
thinking about the times he's seemed nicely dominant, like when he sat me down
and gave me the very short haircut, then told me his rules, and then the
deep-throating sex, which in and of itself is an extremely dominant act. And
now, since getting in bed together, he's been the aggressor, the instigator
of  all we do together, and I like all of it, so these are the aspects of the
day I  think of mostly. Ironically the most important aspect of successful
sub/dom sex  is not the dominant one so much as it's the willing submissive
sex partner. Me  acting submissive during sex is what takes us both to
higher levels of sexual  heat. My submissive demeanor doesn't in any way make me
feel inferior or less  important than Ryan. It's my choice to be this way, I
prefer it and often insist  on it.


After an involuntary whine of desire from me, one that just  slipped out of
my throat, Ryan quietly says, "Okay, Dylan, I'll fuck you really  slowly so
it'll last longer. You know how much I love being with you, don't ya?  I've
never in my life felt this good before, so I want to drag-out our love
making," and he gives me a loving kiss. He lifts his body off mine and I get an
 arm around the back of my thighs and pull my legs back as Ryan smiles,
saying,  "A little anxious are we, Dylan?" I blush feeling stupid, and he goes,
"No, it  makes me feel good that your anxious for me to fuck you, really
good. It's just  that we need the lubricant first, right?" I nod my head still
blushing a little  because Ryan's right, I'm overly anxious. This isn't my
first rodeo so I  shouldn't be acting like it is. Easy for me to say, but
I've got this awesome  submissive frame of mind working for me at the moment
and I really, really like  how it feels. Ryan grins again, saying, "Put your
legs down for a second." I do  that, stroking my awesome-feeling boner until
he pushes my hand away, "Don't  play with yourself! I'll take care of your
cock." That bit of bossiness played  right into my submissiveness. He goes,
"You need to spread the lubricant on my  boner and your asshole." I say.
"Don't ya mean my pussy?" then wonder why the  fuck I said that. He chuckles,
"Your pussy, huh? Ha ha, yeah, okay that sounds  submissive alright," and he
leans down and kisses me on the lips again, a wet  sloppy kiss this time.
When Ryan reaches over to grabs the tube of lube from the  night stand his
long wet boner drags across my belly. His cock is so hard  it almost sticks
straight out, shiny with many drools of precum. Handing the  tube to me, he
murmurs, "Jesus, I'm super fucking hot to get my cock inside you,  Dylan," and
he smells the back of his hand. I stare at him doing that, then  reach up
and pull his hand down to smell it too. He looks surprised, "Did I just  do
that?" Nodding my head, I murmur, "Yeah, ya did. Your skin smells really
good," and with unsteady fingers I twist off the tube's cap as Ryan quietly
mumbles, "Guess I'm picking up your habits." Squirting some slippery stuff on
my  fingers, I mumble, "I picked up on your fast head-nodding habit." He
goes,  "Yeah, I know," and he strokes my boner twice making me gasp and lift my
ass off  the bed as precum drools out onto his fist. He grins at that, then
mutters,  "We'll probably be picking up more of each others habits because
we're gonna be  together pretty much 24/7, and that's so awesome, Dylan!"


For some reason we're both speaking in almost a whisper, as if  someone
might overhear us. It gives Ryan's voice that hypnotizing sound I like.  He's
on his knees next to my chest looking down at me, but when I've got the  lube
on my fingers he straddles me, a knee on either side of my chest, his hard
boner waving near my face. Holding my lubed hand to the side, I take hold
of his  cock and gently pull on it as I open my mouth. Ryan leans forward and
I guide  his cock into my mouth on my warm wet tongue and suck on the head,
then gulp  down a long drool of precum. Looking very serious, Ryan pushes
his hips forward  until the head of his cock hits the back of my throat.
Putting both hands on top  of my head he leans up and over me, and then lowers
his hips and his cock slides  very tightly down my throat until his pubic
hairs surround my nose and mouth.  After a few seconds he moves his hips back
pulling his cock almost out of my  throat, then slowly fucks my throat doing
a few long slow thrusts before pulling  it out entirely and sitting back on
my chest. The saliva-wet head of his boner  rests on my lips makes my hips
hump on their own as another plop of cum shoots  out of my throbbing boner.
Ryan nods at my hand with the lube, so I spread it on  his boner, my fist
stroking his entire eight inch long shaft. He lifts up on his  knees gasping
when my fist  goes up the shaft and over the head, and a when  I do it a
second time, Ryan goes, "Aaaah, mmm, fuuuuck, that feels  good.".


Ryan seems dominant to me tonight partly because it's how I  want to
perceive him, and partly because of the times he's been dominant earlier  today.
He gets between my legs, up on his knees looking down, telling me, "Now  lube
your pussy real good," and he chuckles, repeating the word, "Pussy," then
adds, "And then pull your legs back." When I do that he reaches over and
pats my  cheek, murmuring, "Good boy," making me feel like a little kid for
just a  second. Pulling my legs back further I again wipe lube around and
inside the  lips of my asshole, then wipe my hand on the sheet getting most of
the lube off.  Ryan smacks my bare ass, "SMACK!" and I yelp. He rolls my ass
up off the  mattress further by pushing the back of both my legs. Holding my
legs back with  his left forearm, he guides the slippery head of his boner
to my asshole and it  tightly squeezes in past my sphincter with me
struggling a little on the  mattress trying not to groan at the pain, then a quiet,
"Ooh, ow," as Ryan leans  over me to rub my head again, quietly asking,
"How's my boy doing?" I nod my  head real fast trying to impress him, mumbling,
"Really good, Ryan, it doesn't  hurt too much." A grin from him, as he says,
"Your pussy's okay then, huh?"  obviously he's adopted the word 'pussy' for
my ass. I nod my head, then he  chuckles a little, adding, "You're
priceless, Dylan." He does maybe the slowest  penetration I've ever experienced, his
large boner going up my ass so slowly it  barely hurts. There's just a
little pain as the mammoth swollen hard head of his  cock spreads the walls of my
rectum while the slow moving shaft keeps the lips  of my anus stretched
tightly and totally sensitized making my shoulders do their  shudder. The
sensations are amazing and I'm wiggling and squirming on the bed,  constantly
moaning Ryan's name, then reach up to clasp my hands behind his neck  as his
boner continues to slowly penetrate my rectum.

I'd like to pull his head down to kiss him and hug his head to  mine except
he's three inches shorter than me and if his face is on mine it  would pull
a couple inches of his boner from my ass, which is not what I have in
mind. It's hard to tell time during sex, but I'd guess it's had to take him
almost two minutes before his boner is fully up my ass and the inside of his
thighs are flat against my butt cheeks with his big nuts nestled there too.
Ryan's sucking on his lips obviously feeling the sensations from his cock,
then  his head goes back as he moans, "Oooh, ummm, jesus this feels good."
Grinding  his hips a little gets another squirt of cum to shoot out the head
of my cock as  I gasp and my shoulders again shudder, "Oooh, Ryan, ummm,
fuck, your big cock  feels so good inside me, oooh, ummmm." He takes hold of
both my ankles lifting  my legs as he's leaning towards me. Putting a leg over
each of  his shoulders he humps against my ass, then grinds his hips with me
 moaning at the pleasure coming from inside me. My legs bend at the knees
with my  heels against his lower back as he's pulling his cock almost all the
way out,  and then slowly pushes it back up my ass with my whole body
shuddering this time  and me lifting my head off the pillow, "Aaaaah, oooh,
Ryan." Again he withdraws  and then slowly and tightly it's steadily pushed back
in with me gasping and  struggling on the mattress wanting to climax so
badly I'm shaking all  over.


Leaving his cock inside me Ryan reaches down to rub my  shoulders, quietly
asking his favorite question, "Any complaints about your  haircut now,
babe?" That's his way of reminding me again that he's in-charge, as  if I need a
reminder right now. As silly as it seems, I do a version of the  humiliating
too-fast head nod by shaking my head 'no' from side to side real  fast,
muttering, "Un uh, nope, Ryan, no complaints." He gives my head a push,
saying, "Good, I thought you'd be open minded about it and see things my way if
you gave yourself the chance." Ah yes, a dominant response to submissive me...
awesome! He does a couple of shorts thrusts with me gasping, "Ooh, ooh,
mmm,  Albert." He grins, "Feels good, huh?" and I do the too fast head nod, "Uh
huh."  He goes, "You do that head nod better than I ever did. Keep it up, I
like it,"  so I do it again, completely infatuated with Ryan and his big
cock. He  says, "And I'll keep this habit I got from you," as he smells the
back of his  hand for a second, adding, "So what if it freaks out my parents,
we're in this  together, babe." I wiggle on the mattress, not really
listening because my ass  is itching for a hot fuck. Ryan does a series of long
slow trusts making my back  arch and me moan, "Ummm, ooh, ooh, ummm, fuccck."
He stops with his cock half  inside my ass and adjusts the position of his
knees, then leans further forward  and my legs on his shoulders pull my ass up
off the mattress a little more. I  drop my legs to around his waist with my
ankles hooked together, and Ryan begins  a fast hard fuck, "Slap, slap,
slap, slap," and It's like I'm in sexual ecstasy  groveling on the bed trying
to recognize every incredible sensation bursting in  my rectum and coming off
my anus.


After the teasing and tantalizing ten minutes of slowly  pushing his boner
inside me and now slamming his hard cock rapidly up my ass, by  comparison
this is a fucking frenzy and that's exactly what I need. I'm almost  foaming
at the mouth with spit spray flying up as I gasp in pleasure and squirm  on
the bed. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," and I can't believe I haven't climaxed
yet, but it feels so hot and sexy I hope I can hold off blowing my big load
of  spunk awhile longer. Now it's even a faster, "Slapslapslapslap," and my
climax  is definitely ready to explode, but Ryan's body gets stiff and he
stops  thrusting with his cock fully up my ass. His face scrunches up like he's
in pain  as he humps desperately against my buttocks and a second later I
feel  the sharp stream of his spunk hit inside me. That's the tipping point
for me and  my back arches with me humping into him as I squeal like a
banshee with cum  streaming out the head of my boner. In a world of sexual
pleasure I stare  transfixed at the thin stream of creamy white spunk that shoots
over my head and  splatters against the headboard with spray hitting my face
and  chest. Ryan's shooting more of his semen inside me as my stomach and
groin  muscles contract forcing four little fast flying squirts of cum from
the  quivering pee slip at the head of my boner. All four little strings of
cum land  on my chest with my head spinning at the exquisite sensations those
little squirts of cum produced in me, pleasure that's like a A-bomb
mushroom  cloud going up and spreading out around my body. Shuddering again, I'm
blinking  my eyes hardly believing the climax I just had. Then I hear a moan
from Ryan and  take my eyes off my cock to look at him. His eyes are closed,
his head's lulling  like it's too heavy to hold up. Getting my arms around
the back of his neck I  pull his head down next to mine and hug it. He lays
on me with his cock sliding  out of my ass making my shoulders do another
shudder. His now slimy cock  lays between us and it's deep breathing for both
of us as our bodies relax and  sort of meld together. Oh man, he smells so
good as I squeeze him against me, my  hand rubbing the hairs up the back of
his head feeling his breath on my  shoulder. Jesus, that was an awesome fuck!


Ryan lays on me without moving as I rub both my hands over his  body. I'm
feeling so fuckin' contented, sexually satisfied, and generally  speaking,
without a complaint in the world. Actually it's impossible to describe  the
awesome way I'm feeling. Oooh god, that was some hot sex. Finally Ryan  kisses
my cheek, then rolls off me to lay next to me on his back. Going up on my
elbow, I look down at him with a big grin on my face. He grins back,
mumbling,  "Well, that was pretty good, huh?" I consciously don't do the too-fast
head nod,  settling instead for a big smile and, "Uh huh, that was
fan-fucking-tastic," and  I lean down for a kiss. He says, "Ya wanna suck my cock?" I
shrug, "If you want  me to," and he says, "No, on second thought, not with
the lube. When we stop  using the lube you can suck it after I fuck you.
That'll show me you're my boy."  I run my fingers through his hair, asking,
"What exactly does that mean? Me  being your boy." It's Ryan's turn to shrug, "I
don't know. I guess it means  something like you do what I tell you," and
that gets us talking about Ryan's  and my early days of sub/dom sex when he'd
get so dominant during sex I'd sort  of regress in age making me seriously
feel like a kid. He goes, "You really  liked that, didn't you?" I'm like,
"Hell, yeah," and he goes, "Yeah, I did it  for you, but I didn't like myself
very much when I did it. Reminded me too much  of some of the shit I let
myself go through, and it's exactly what I'm trying to  prevent you from trying
with someone like fuckwad." I push his glasses up his  cute nose again,
murmuring, "I'm never going to have a fuckwad person in my  life, Ryan, but
thanks for protecting me just the same."


As his cum drools out of me and dries on the back of my ass  and thighs, we
talk about some of the noteworthy sex we've had in the past. Ryan  sort of
implies we have the best sex together when it's more about loving each
other than the sexual act itself. He means like the sex Robby and I have
although of course he has no way of knowing what kind of sex we have together,
and I don't tell him. I also don't tell him that lovers sex as far as I'm
concerned can only happen between me and Robby. There's a special place in my
heart for sex with Robby, but at the same time, the hot sex Ryan and I have
when  sharing sexual pleasure together is awesome too. I consider it close
buddy-sex,  or sex between very tight buddies. There are a number of
different kinds of  buddy sex, some more meaningful that others. Sometimes it's
strictly a matter of  a quick fuck to get 'off' and then it's, 'I'll see ya
later, dude'. The best  buddy sex is obviously done between best buddies.
Friends who love each other,  as close friends often do, makes for the best
buddy-sex, but neither buddy is  'in love' with the other.That climax I just had
with Ryan is a good example of  awesome buddy-sex with a loving friend  and
it was about as good as it  gets. And it most definitely was extremely hot
and sexy, although still missing  the deeply felt love I have when having any
kind of sex with Robby. Lovers sex  with him is the pinnacle of sexual
pleasure for me. But then Robby can't do  dominant sex like Ryan can, so they're
both special to me in different  ways.

Ryan and I eventually get out of bed to use the bathroom,  brushing our
teeth last, and then get right back in bed with Ryan murmuring,  "Dylan, baby,
the whole day has been as close to perfect as any day I can  remember. Thank
you for sharing it with me, but no more talking now, okay? We've  got a
seven hour drive tomorrow." I'm ready for sleep anyway, so he gets no  argument
from me. We kiss goodnight and I fall asleep pretty much right after  the
kiss. I wake-up once in the middle of the night when Ryan's arm flops across
my face. Lifting his arm and laying it beside him I realize I was dreaming.
 Dreaming about me and Robby on an island with someone else. The three of
us are  doing something in the sand. Not sex, something else with all three
of us  touching each other intimately somehow, or at least it seemed that way
although  it was a very vague dream. I don't know who the third guy was,
but a likely  candidate would be Ryan. I couldn't tell because in the dream it
seemed like the  sun was in my eyes. It left me with a strange feeling of
confusion. Glancing at  Ryan sleeping I can just make out his face in the
light of the moon. Huh, I  wonder if he was on the island with us.


I wake up with sun streaming through the window and Ryan  hovering over me,
then he rubs his nose against mine like the Eskimos supposedly  do. I give
him a hesitant smile and he hands me the tube of lube. Almost in a  trance I
squeeze some on my fingers and pick up his limp, long cock and twist my
fist on it spreading the slippery substance from the root of his dick to the
head, as he murmurs, "Keep doing that, babe." I do what he says, but it only
 takes thirty seconds for his penis to transform into an amazingly
attractive  long boner. Ryan takes it from my hand, mumbling, "Turn over, please."
On my  stomach, looking back at him, I see Ryan push my legs apart and gets
on his  knees between them. He smacks my ass, "SMACK!" and I push my ass up.
He nods his  head, murmuring, "Good boy," and gently pushes the head of his
big cock in past  my sphincter muscle. Even doing that gently it still hurts
being stretched that  wide so I grunt into my pillow realizing I'm laying
in my scratchy dried cum on  the bottom sheet. It came from my chest when I
turned over in the night. Ryan  slowly presses his cock up my ass and to my
surprise I find I'm sore up there.  Last night's sex went on for quite awhile
and it's left my rectum and especially  the lips of my asshole tender. I
groan, "Ow, ooh fuck, that hurts." Ryan quietly  says, "I'm really sorry,
Dylan, but it's probably going to be sore for maybe the  whole first week, but
by then your ass will be totally used to my cock, and I  mean even without
lubricant like we've done so many times in the past. After  being regularly
fucked three or four times a day with a cock this big you'll be  used to it
just like you were in the old days. Remember when we were kind of out  of
fuckin' control having the hots for each other to a frighteningly degree?" I
nod my head remembering those days, days that I'll probably never experience
again. It was the newness and uniqueness of Ryan in the early days that
produced  such high levels of sexual heat. Our pheromones are like a perfect
match too,  one in a million perfect match, and we went sexually crazy for
awhile  there.


With his boner fully up my ass, and my rectum on fire, he  murmurs, "This
will be a hot, hard, and fast fuck, baby, so grin and bare it the  best you
can." He fucks me just like he said he would and the constant,
"SLAPSLAPSLAP," sounds fills the motel room with Ryan grunting from the effort.  A minute
of pain and then an ocean of sexual pleasure follows, but not for long.
Ryan's fast fucking gets both of us 'off' in Tracy-like time. I'm incoherently
 blabbing by the time cum is firing out my throbbing boner shooting four
streaks  of spunk out under me, sloppily wetting my stomach and chest. Then
with ragged  breathy sounds  Ryan fills me up with his load, and then pulls
out leaving  me trembling with pleasure sensations. Awesome buzzing around my
groin, and me  moaning,  "Aah, aah, ooh,  mmm," before I settle down and lay
here limply on the bed. He lays next to me,  asking, "You okay, Dylan?" I
mutter, "Yeah, that was awesome," as the hurt in my  rectum makes itself
known again and I reach back to touch my ass. "It hurts now  though, Ryan." He
nods his head, "Sorry, but it felt good too, didn't it?"  Taking a deep
breath nodding my head, I'm like, "Yeah, it did, but I don't think  I can do it
again for awhile." He gives me a hug, "It'll be fine by this  evening. Lets
take a shower now, come on."


Reluctantly, I get up and follow Ryan into the bathroom  looking at my
watch. It's a little past nine o'clock so we had a good night's  sleep. That's
nice, but I need to walk kinda funny eliminating as much movement  in my
asshole as possible, which isn't too cool. Ryan gets the water running and
testing the temperature with his hand under the spray, then, "SMACK!" on my ass,
 'Go ahead, boy, get in there," and another, "SMACK!" as I yelp and jump
into the  tub under the flow of the shower. Then, unlike last night, Ryan
follows me  in closing the curtain behind him. He gives me a hug, his chest
against my back,  saying, "Tight fit in here, huh?" I mumble, "Yeah, it is, but
could you go easy  on the ass smacks? I'm sore back there." He has an arm
around my waist and a  hand on my forehead pulling my head back against his
shoulder as he explains,  "Those ass smacks are to help you remember what
we're doing. Me being in-charge  and all that shit. After all I am your big bad
dominant boyfriend for the next  ten weeks, heh heh. The smacks help you
stay focused," and he gives me a  squeeze, murmuring, "And I love you too, but
I still gotta do my job even if  tough love is involved." I like his body so
much I can't help but enjoy his hug  even though I'm pissed about his slaps
on my ass. My arms sort of hug his arm  around my waist as I lean back
against him, saying, "I thought the haircut was  my reminder that you're
in-charge." He chuckles, "Yeah, that too, but I kinda  like giving you an
occasional smack on your butt," and he humps against my  buttocks a few times, then
says, "I'm living my dream, babe. It's like I never  fuckin' thought in a
million years I'd get to be in-charge of anybody, never  mind you, so it's fun
for me, while it's helping you." I let the 'helping me'  reference slide
because sometimes it's the thought that counts and he really  does think he's
doing all this for me. Tightly together we sway under the water  and it's
cozy and relaxing, but eventually we begin washing ourselves too, with  me
asking, "Not to beat this subject to death, but I'm nervous about what your  mom
thinks about me. You know, her concern about me splitting the cost of
things  with you, and specifically what she feels about me staying with you guys
this  summer, and concerns like those." He pours shampoo on my head from the
tiny  bottle the motel provides, saying, "I shouldn't have mentioned the
receipt  thing, and mom's fine with you staying with us or she wouldn't have
given in  finally and say it was okay." I drop the subject but I was hoping
for something  more reassuring than his mom 'finally giving in and saying
it's okay'. I was  hoping for something like: 'It's wonderful that your college
friend will be  spending the summer with us'. Anything along those lines,
something more than a  reluctant 'okay'.


After Ryan shampoos my hair, I do his. Then, a little later  while washing
my ass the lube gets washed off my asshole and now the water  stings like
crazy and I'm going, "Ow, ow, ow, that fucking stings." Ryan goes,  "Ya big
baby." Huh, Robby would be sympathizing with me... not calling me a 'big
baby'. After getting dressed silently we load our stuff in the car and head back
 to the diner for breakfast. Sitting in the same booth we had dinner in,
Ryan  asks, "Are you pouting, Dylan?" I go, "Nah, sorry if it seems that way.
I'm fine  except for my sore ass, and a little sympathy from you would have
been nice. I'm  not complaining though because, I swear it's true, you fuck
awesomely. You  always have," He goes, "Thanks! Ya know, you're the first
person I ever fucked.  What am I saying, you're the only person I've ever
fucked. I discovered I love to 'top', so thank you again!" I go,  "You fucked
somebody years ago, you told me you did." He makes a face, "If I  told you
that I lied, and that would surprise me because I'm not much of a  liar." I
shrug, "Whatever, but I wanna fuck you too. I know you said 'no'  before, but
come on, be fair." He says, "That would kinda going against the  theme of me
being the dominant sex partner in-charge of us, don't ya think?" I  go, "To
hell with that, I wanna fuck that tight ass of yours." He chuckles, "I
don't know how tight it is after being plowed more times than I can count." The
waitress comes over so we leave that topic unsettled, and order breakfast.
While  we're waiting for our breakfasts I think about checking my texts, but
instead  Ryan gets out the printout of our trip and we calculate where
we'll be after  driving seven hours today. We're connecting with the Hutchinson
River Parkway  for a little bit before traveling twenty-six miles on I-287
west across the  Tappan Zee Bridge into New Jersey, and so on. After almost
another four hundred  miles we'll be West Virginia. I'm thinking that will
bring a touch of reality...  this is really happening. So far it's like I'm on
a sexy road trip  to  Connecticut with a sex-buddy, one state away from my
own. It'll be interesting  to see how I feel about everything when I'm five
or six hundred miles from home.  I don't think my pending ten weeks away
from home has sunk in yet. For now our  breakfast has arrived and as I
expected, it's very good. Diner's breakfasts are  almost always good. Breakfast is
the best thing they do actually.


Ryan drove first yesterday so he tells me to drive the first  three hours
or so today. We'll look for some place to eat lunch near the end of  my stint
as the driver. Ryan says, "It'll be around one-thirty by then, so we'll
stop for gas and have lunch." I'm like, "Roger that, boss," and he says, "Um,
Dylan, remember what I said about you calling me 'boss'. It's cool calling
me  that until we get home, but from then on it's 'Albert', and whatever you
do  don't call me 'Ryan' or the rents will get suspicious." I don't say
anything,  just nod my head, but his parents are definitely in Ryan's head. I'm
surmising  they don't dote on him so much as they frighten him. That's what
it's seems like  to me anyway. I've always gotten along okay with adults,
but this Wilcox duo  might be a challenge. After a few minutes Ryan asks,
"Will it detract from your  driving if I talk?" I go, "No, not at all. I like
hearing your voice." He  frowns, "Seriously?" Glancing at him, "Yeah,
seriously. When you were giving me  the rules yesterday your voice was sorta
hypnotizing me." He goes, "Get outta  here! You were falling asleep." Shaking my
head, "Nope, your voice is  hypnotizing when it's kind of a monotone, and I
don't know, you were so  confident when you started with the rules thingie."
He goes, "Huh." He's now  apparently picked-up on my habit of saying, 'Huh'
too.


A minute later Ryan says, "Ya know, now that you mention it, I  had a
teacher in school with a voice that seemed to put me in a trance. It was  his
first teaching assignment so he was in his early twenties I guess. Probably
most people would think he was a bit goofy, but I liked looking at him. He
taught seventh grade math and he wore short sleeved shirts all winter, always
with a box of Marlboro red in his shirt pocket. I could faintly see the box
 through the material. He was goofy maybe, but I had a wicked crush on him
and I  got boners all the time in math class." I'm like, "Funny the odd
things you  remember, and I do the same thing with random experiences from my
past. Anyway,  that voice thing happens under certain circumstances and with
certain types of  voices, but it's kinda rare. Plus, a person's voice who
might be sort of  hypnotizing to you won't necessarily have the same affect on
others. Fuck, the  vast majority of people's voices have no affect on me one
way or the other.  Your's does though, and there are a few others too." He
goes, "How do pick up on  all this kind of shit?" I'm like, "Because I pay
attention to guys, those around  my age mostly. I sort of study them." Ryan
goes, "Huh," again, and then adds, "Yeah, you know what? I kinda like  that
thought of me hypnotizing you." I mutter, "Ya like the idea of smacking my
ass too," and he says, "That's right, and I don't want to hear anymore
complaining like you did a few days ago, and then again this morning in the
bathroom." I shrug feeling a touch of submissiveness from the way he said that,
so I mumble, "Okay, I'll try not to bitch about it too much." Ryan reaches
over  to give the back of my neck an affectionate squeeze, saying, "Good
boy," and my  dick tightens up a little. He knows what I'm susceptible to, and
he's really  good at pulling it off subtly, like rubbing my head or saying,
'good boy'. Damn,  that little twinge of submissiveness felt good on my dick
though. Fucking  fetishes, mysterious as hell, but as ya gotta love 'em.


There's a Killers CD playing so we don't talk for awhile, but  when it's
over, I ask Ryan, "You mentioned your seventh grade math teacher. What  was it
like for you moving up from grade school to middle school? Big jump for a
lot of young kids going from being in one classroom all day to moving from
class  to class each period, and with a shit load of kids ya don't know from
other  grade schools too." He goes, "Yeah, it was better than grade school
where we  were stuck in the same seat all fucking day. But other than that it
was the same  shit I was used to in grade school. Ya gotta remember I was
one of the school's  dorks from about fifth grade through twelfth grade."
Huh, I ask, "Why's that?"  and he shrugs, "Fuck, I had the horn-rimmed
eyeglasses back then, I'm short and  small, I had to wear the geeky clothes my
mother bought for me, and I was gay  and shy. Hell, I would have thought I was a
dork too. Plus, up till about tenth  grade my dad took me to the barbers
with him. My haircut was always a 'boys  special', clippers on the sides, a
part on the left, all that shit." I grin,  "Almost like the haircut ya have
now, right?" He says, "No, it was very  different! There wasn't any mistaking
it for anything but what the barber's  called a 'boy's special'. Everyone got
exactly the same haircut, I mean the  other nerds and geeks. I never
connected with any of them because there was  nothing cool about them, so I was a
loner. Anyway, this haircut I have now is  retro cool and much different
from that fucked-up 'boy's special' haircut." I  mumble, "Oh," not seeing much
difference from his haircut now from the one he  described. He adds, "Plus,
all through school I used hair tonic like my dad, so  my hair was plastered
down." I ask, "Did you get bullied much?" He goes, "What  the fuck do you
think? Of course I was bullied! I was bullied every day, but I  wouldn't tell
my parents or the teachers." "Why not?" He goes, "Because in those  days
bullying wasn't considered a problem like it is nowadays. Then it was,  'just
boys being boys'. Anyway my dad would have told me to punch the bully.
That'd be his solution. I was a pathetic weakling back then though, so I didn't
punch anybody. I just gave them my lunch money and picked-up my books that
they'd just knocked out of my arms."


He goes on to tell a familiar tale about how once he got  labeled a dork
it's was pretty much impossible to change that image. Kids are  followers and
when they see Ryan being treated like a dork, that's how they see  him and
they treat him the same way. No one wanted to get dork status themselves  so
like it or not, they bullied the dorks like the rest of the kids. Then I go,
 "Hey, but then you made the baseball team, and that must have changed your
image  somewhat." He shrugs, "Nope, it didn't. Then I was the baseball
team's dork, and  a closeted gay to boot. Some of my teammates hated me, and I
don't know to this  very day what I ever did to be hated." Jesus, what a
childhood! He goes on, "So,  one day I'm picking my books up off the
playground's blacktop after some kid  came up behind me and turned my backpack upside
down, and I see this guy leaning  against the fence just staring at me with
this surly look on his face. When our  eyes met, he said something like, 'Hey
faggot, get over here', and that started  it. I was afraid not to go over.
With my balls shriveling up I went over to him  and he was nice to me, which
was a fucking shocker of all shockers to me back  then. He was kind of an
arrogant braggart of a kid, a junior in high school, but  sort of nice. Of
course he was at least three years older than me, and..." I  interrupt, "So how
old were you when this happened?" Ryan goes, "I was in eighth  grade at the
time, just about to graduate to high school." I say, "So you were
thirteen?" and he goes, "I guess. I'd been jerking off looking at gay porn for  like
two years by then, so I was closer to fourteen. Anyway, this older kid and
me walked and talked. Him telling me a lot of bullshit I didn't believe, but
 like I said he was so arrogantly cool about it I hung on every word, and
blah,  blah, blah, I finally had a friend, although one a lot older than me.
A kid  three years older is a big difference when you're fourteen"


I go, "Yeah, but that doesn't sound so bad," and Ryan goes,  "Well, he had
me do little errands for him and I followed him around like his  puppy dog
fetching stuff for him. Once in a while he'd goose my ass or my junk  in a
playful manner. He probably did that testing to see what I'd object to. I
didn't object to anything he did basically, and he was always talking about sex
 too. He'd buy me shit like sodas, candy bars and small stuff like that. He
 taught me to smoke too. So this went on for a month or so and then school
was out for the summer and he introduces me to  his buddy, who wasn't as
nice as Dwayne. Dwayne's friend was always smacking the  back of my head
knocking my glasses off. Broke a couple of my glasses actually  and I told my
parents I dropped them. They were pissed-off at me for being such  a spaz. My
idol was Dwayne Silverman though, even though he'd laugh when his  friend was
fuckin' with me, only occasionally making him stop. His prick of a  friend
was Tony something. I forget his last name."


"So anyway school gets out and we're still hooking up a couple  times a
week to hang out. Dwayne had a motorbike and he'd come roaring up to my  house
telling me to get my ass on the bike behind him. One day he invites me for
a swim in the pool at his house. He picked me up on his motorbike, and let
me  tell ya, riding on that motorbike with my friend, oh man, I always felt
like I  was a hot shit. The pool was at his house, like I said, and... oh, by
the way,  this was when we were living in Mississippi and my dad was head of
some small  section of Lockheed Martin. Anyway, at Dwayne's house we
stripped in his  bedroom, ya know, to change into our swimsuits. When I'm naked
Dwayne had all  these compliments about my dick, then he showed me his, which
was maybe five  inches long, but also maybe five inches around too. A really
fat one, the  fattest penis I've ever seen. He starts teasing me by touching
my cock telling  me he's never seen one as long as mine, then he'd pick it
up with his fingers  and stretch it out asking me how it feels jerking off a
long cock like mine, and  all kinds of stuff like that. That was the first
time anybody touched my dick  other than me. It felt good, and I knew I was
gay, so I was hoping for more than  just touching my pecker. He dared me to
touch his and I did, and so on. We're  still bare-ass naked when Tony comes
into the bedroom, and he also makes a fuss  over my dick as he gets
undressed. So now we're all buck naked in his bedroom  and Dwayne ask me if I wanna
do a circle jerk with him and Tony. I was kinda shy  with Tony there, but
Dwayne made it seem like those two did it all the time, and  I wanted to
belong so I started jerking off with them. Didn't get far though.  Tony took over
jerking me off as Dwayne got behind me fiddling around with  my asshole
with his finger. We never got to the pool. After the jerk off we  played a
computer game, still naked, and the loser had his ass spanked. To make  a long
afternoon short, my ass was so red it could have been a traffic  light by the
time we were done with the computer. Both of them laughing so hard  some
piss dripped out of Tony's dick. Oh, and I blew both of them and they both
fucked me twice bareback. I was off to the races."

Listening to Ryan I've got one hand on the steering wheel and  the other up
to my nose smelling the back of my wrist. Ryan stops talking, and  reaches
over to pull my wrist away from my nose, asking, "Lovely life story,  huh?"
I put both hands on the wheel, saying, "Well, I told you my introduction  to
gay sex, and it wasn't much better." He nods, "I know, that's why I'm not
too  embarrassed to admit mine." We talk about our early days of gay sex in
some  detail, and mine seems very mild compared to Ryan's. Those two guys,
Dwayne and  Tony, fucked Ryan so often on an overnight camping trip near the
end of that  summer that his ass was bleeding badly. By then they were
routinely slapping him  in the face, ass, head, and tying him up. Tony was the
real sicko where Ryan was  concerned, and Dwayne would refused to participate
in some of the shit Tony did  to Ryan, although he watched. Ryan finally had
two 'friends' though... and what a  sad fucking tale that is. Hearing this
perverted stuff I'm feeling worse and  worse for Ryan. Finally around noon, he
stops in the middle of a sentence, and  says, "Ya know what? I don't want to
talk about this anymore. If you don't mind  I wanna be quiet for awhile." I
go, "No, no problem, but didn't your parents see  anything different about
you that summer?" He shakes his head, "No, they were  relieved I had two
so-called friends and I was no longer spending all day in my  room." Wow, some
serious parenting going on with those two! I don't like either  of his
parents already, and I haven't even met them. I feel like hugging Ryan,  but I'm
driving and he wouldn't want my pity anyway.

Well, that's a topic I won't be bringing up again anytime  soon. Ryan's
childhood blows, and it gets me sad and infuriated. Jeez, how  desperate for
friendship would ya need to be to put up with that bullshit. I was  pretty
fucking pathetic myself for a couple of months with fat Carl. Then there  were
a few weeks I got hung-up on that military guy in Parker's park too. I
think he was a marine, but wow, he was nuclear hot and sexy! A little scary too,
 but oh my god, did that guy ever have my number. He had me wrapped around
his  little finger from the first time I met him. He was like some exotic
sex figure  for awhile there. That was in between fat Carl dumping me and
before Willie  talked me into attending one of Carl's so-called sex parties with
him. Yeah,  I've got no right to judge Ryan's behavior. Still, my
experiences were nothing  compared to his nightmare of a childhood.


Ryan puts a Frey CD in the CD player and we listen to that  instead of
talking. Then, when the 'How To Save A Life' cut plays, I get a  little
emotional thinking about the kind of shit Ryan experienced, endless  bullying
combined with brutal sex, and how someone weaker than Ryan might have  considered
suicide. This song was also playing when Willie did his drunken  suicide
attempt, and for what reason? It was because his parent temporarily  suspended
his credit cards, or some such shit like that... oh, horrors! With all  the
crap, year after year, Ryan's endured he never considered suicide as far as  I
know. Or maybe he did and he'll tell me about it some day. I'll bet dollars
to  jelly beans he never attempted it though, and I give him credit for
surviving  all the crap he had in his life. Now he seems to be doing pretty
good. That's a  pretty big leap from loser dork, enduring sexual and physical
abuse, to  confident and in-charge guy like Ryan appears to be now. Well
yeah, but he  hasn't pulled the in-charge thing off at home yet, and only time
will tell if he  can. I'm very curious how Ryan acts around his parents. He
wants to prove  something to his dad especially, and I'll see if he can.
Here's another thing I  gotta hand it to Ryan for: The more I hear about his
parents, in drips and drabs mostly, the more I give Ryan credit for coming  out
as gay to them. I mean, they seem uptight and ultra religious folk from the
 South, so it took some guts on Ryan's part to tell them he's gay, and I
think he  did it to clear the way for me to be with him this summer. Glancing
at him as he  stares out the side window watching the world go by, I feel
admiration for him  and I want this summer to work out good for him. I'll let
his dad see that I  admire Ryan and look up to him as a leader. Hopefully
his parents begin showing  Ryan a little respect or at least stop ignoring
him. As for me, I don't  especially give a fuck what they think of me. After
this summer I'll never see  them again.


Ryan says, "That's the exit coming up, Dylan, take the next  exit. I saw a
sign for gas and a McDonald." I go, "Sounds good." Getting off the  highway
I need to drive ten minutes down a two lane road before we see a gas
station. I'm filling the tank glancing over at a man at the next pump. A  smallish
man with a too-smooth face. Like scarring maybe, or like a child's  face,
but with shoulder-length greasy grayish/white hair. Weird looking dude  with
ugly hair, but I say, "Excuse me," and he looks up and smiles widely at me,
showing me his mouthful of big yellow teeth, and I mean yellow, like corn
yellow. It makes a chill run down my spine. Jesus! He lifts his head to the
side  oddly, muttering, 'Yeah? Whaddaya want?" Intimidating old fuck!  I do
a  couple of fake coughs, then with a squeaky voice, "Um, is there a
McDonald close by?" He shrugs, "How the fuck would I know?" He stops  smiling and
now I've got creepy shivers going down my spine. He's done pumping  gas, but
he stands there staring at me. When the Mini Cooper's tank is full, I  get
in the car immediately, "Do you see that freaky guy, Ryan?" He goes, "Yeah,
I locked my door." Starting the engine, I'm like, "Weren't you gonna help
me if  that freak jumped over his car and attacked me?" Ryan says, "I'd have
dialed 911  first, and then saved your ass." It was weird, but unnerving
too. Some kind of  premonition of things to come perhaps? I hope the fuck not!


As it turns out the McDonald is only two blocks further  up the main street
of this hick town, but there's also a diner on the opposite  side of the
road. We had good luck with the last diner, so we try this one  instead of
McDonalds. It's a little after one-thirty in the afternoon so still  basically
lunchtime and the diner's crowded. That's usually a good sign. Three  very
large people are just vacating a booth, so we slide into it with their  dirty
dishes still on the table. Then, fuck! I hate sitting on a seat previously
heated-up by somebody's fat ass. A geriatric busboy comes over to clear our
 table with a waitress right behind him with menus. Fast service. It's
another  too-large menu of course, and after perusing the luncheon specials Ryan
bravely,  I thought, orders the homemade meatloaf, mashed potatoes with
gravy, plus canned  peas. When our lunch is served, I'm like, "That's a strange
looking lunch,  Albert," and then take a bite of my BLT. Ryan goes, "It is
strange, but I was  intrigued by the 'homemade' part." He eats some, then
asks, "Ya want a bite?" I  go, "Yeah," and he forks a piece of meatloaf and
holds it over for me. I like  the idea of eating off his fork so I close my
lips on the tines and slide the  meatloaf off, then chew, "That's homemade
alright, and pretty damn good too."  Ryan says, "Try the mashed potatoes," and
when he holds his fork over I close my  lips on it again, getting every bit
off the tines, then say, "They're homemade  too." He goes, "See, not so odd
of a lunch after all. Let me have a bite of your  BLT," and we share our
entire lunch feeding it to each other, with me almost  getting a boner eating
off Ryan's fork. That's weird! Out of the corner of my  eye I see an old
couple talking behind their hands nodding at us two goofs  eating each other's
lunch. There's no need for them to worry though, I wouldn't  eat anything off
their fork, not if it was a hundred dollar bill in the  tines.


We have homemade cherry pie and coffee for dessert, and that's  good too.
Diners rock! After paying the check by splitting it down the middle  again,
Ryan saves the receipt and as we're walking out, I bump Ryan's side,
murmuring, "I got a 'thing' for you, Ryan. Did you know that?" He grins, "Yep, I
know you do, and I love it. You gonna suck my dick again tonight?" My fast
head  nod makes him laugh. Still grinning Ryan hugs my shoulders, murmuring,
"I love you so much, Dylan," and I go, "I'll rim you  too if you'll let
me." He says, "Oh yeah, I'll let ya alright, and I want your  tongue way up my
ass too," and he laughs giving the back of my neck a squeeze.  At the car, I
say, "Feel my dick," so Ryan puts his hand on my crotch,  exclaiming, "You
got another boner!" I'm like, "Yeah, eating off your fork, then  talking
about sucking your cock and rimming your ass got me all kinds of hot and
bothered." He's shaking his head, "Damn, I've got a walking boner for a
boyfriend. How lucky am I! Dylan, you make me feel awesome!" We get in the car  with
Ryan in the driver's seat, saying, "Give me a kiss, baby," so I lean over
and give him a juicy kiss just as the old couple who watched us eat each
other's  lunch comes down the steps. They get all huffy jerking their heads and
spewing  hate at Ryan's and my sickening show of gay affection. Then Ryan
rubs my head  for the tenth time today as I gawk at the old farts, who
brazenly glare right  back at me with disgust. What the fuck, I do what little
boys do and flash them  the finger pumping it up and down a little.



The old people get into a beat-up oversized pickup truck,  still glaring at
me. Ryan's unaware of the whole thing, or he would have told me  to
grow-up. Now he holds my face near his with his arm around the back of my  neck,
asking, "Do you love me, Dylan?" My eyes first go to the old couple with  me
grinning, then I look back at Ryan nodding my head a couple of times feeling
a funny in my belly, or maybe it's my groin. Ryan stares back for a few
seconds,  then murmurs, "Tell me you do." My dick squirms in my underwear, as I
say, "I  love you, Ryan," and I feel frightened when saying it. He's really
serious, but  the hatred I felt coming from the old couple, followed by
this question of love  is disconcerting. Ryan's only got one thing on his mind
though, "We're going to  be lovers, Dylan, I can feel it. During all of last
semester I felt you  beginning to feel it yourself. Forget that buddy-sex
shit, we're going to be in  love with each other.' He's still holding my face
close to his as he adds, "It's  thrilling for me that at last we're going
to be true lovers. It might take a  month before you fully realize it, but
you're in love with me... just saying,  bro." I can hardly breath I'm so
captivated by the conviction in his voice. Then  he takes his arm away, saying, "I
knew you'd realize you're in love with me if  we spent time together, you
know, without, um, outside interruptions. Give you  time to sort out your true
feelings, and I was right." I'm staring at him  wondering what I did to
give him this idea. He grins at me, "Okay, you don't  have to say anything now,
but you'll see I'm right," and he rubs my head for the  eleventh time
today, doing it roughly this time, mumbling, "That's my boy, now  put your
fucking seatbelt on, and no talking when I'm driving." I do a quiet  gasp sitting
back in my seat, the old couple forgotten.  Taking a deep  breath, staring
at Ryan as he looks straight ahead.  What the fuck was  that? I'm back to
smelling the back of my hand until Ryan reaches over and pulls  my hand away,
saying, "No, Dylan! And put your seatbelt on like I told ya." As  I'm
clicking my seatbelt in place,  I mutter, "You do it too." He asks,  "What? I
already have my seatbelt on?" and I'm like, "No, not that. You smell  the back of
your hand too." He shrugs, "Oh that. Yeah, I know I picked that up  from
you, but if I can get you to stop, then I can too. Habits are a bitch,  aren't
they?" He stares at me grinning and full of confidence again making me
feel funny. I bite my bottom lip thinking I might cum in my pants, and I have
not the slightest idea why I'm feeling that way.


Then Ryan puts a CD in the player and drives out of the  parking lot and
back down the two lane road towards the highway glancing over at  me every
couple of seconds. On the highway he picks up speed until he's driving  seventy
miles an hour, just like he said he would, which is the fastest he's  ever
driven with me in the car. Of course we're still getting passed by other
cars, but not every car passes us like before. My eyes are closed now as I try
 making sense of Ryan's notion we're going to be lovers. I said, 'I love
you'. I  didn't say 'I'm in love with you', but that's what he believes will
happen in  time, that I'll be in love with him. If it weren't for Robby maybe
I could fall  in love with someone else, like Connor perhaps. Yeah, I could
fall in love with  him without even trying. And maybe with Ryan too,
although I'm not at all sure  about that. He's the best side-sex buddy ever,
that's for sure, but I don't  think I'd want to depend on him the rest of my life
as my spouse. Ryan's not  steady like Robby, or as lovable as Connor. It
couldn't be Tracy, although he's  hot and rich, but he's also too wild for me.
I couldn't keep up with him. I'm  not going to go through everyone I've had
sex with to see if I could fall in  love with them because I don't need to,
I have Robby, so it's a waste of time  speculating about falling for
someone else. A stupid waste of time. Robby's such  a huge part of my world, and
it's him I'm in love with and that's that. Seth  might be a possibility too
though, he's awesome. No, it's me and Robby forever  and I'm lucky I have
him. And fuck my old philosophy of, 'Love the one your  with', it no longer
applies now that I'm 'in love' for real. Being 'in love' is  very different
from saying, 'Dude, I love ya, man'. That's the way I love Ryan,  not the 'in
love' way. Well, I love Ryan more than the throw away line, "Love  ya, man."
He means more to me than that, but what he's hoping for isn't going to
happen. Yeah, and how the hell is he going to seem dominant if I'm feeling bad
for him half the time. The poor kid needs to branch out and find his own
true  love. They're out there somewhere. Jesus, when you see who some people
settle  for I gotta believe there's someone for everybody.


Driving along we listened to the last cut on the CD and then  it's eerily
quiet in here. It's awkward too because hanging in the air is Ryan's
conviction I'll fall in love with him. I should say something to him about that,
but what? Well, there's no talking anyway with Ryan concentrating on driving,
so  I look out the window and don't encourage him by glancing at him. After
awhile I  close my eyes and lay my head back, then doze off right after
seeing the  'Welcome To West Virginia' sign. Ryan drives for another forty-five
minutes and  I have myself a nice nap. What wakes me is the car coming to a
abrupt stop. My  eyes open and I see we're at a Days Inn. Ryan says, "That
wasn't too bad, Dylan,  was it? The traffic was light for both of us," and
he lifts my wrist to see my  watch as I'm staring at the digital clock on the
dashboard. He goes, "It's only  a little after five. We made good time." I
stretch, thinking I wouldn't mind a  longer nap, so I mumble, "Light
traffic? Shouldn't we drive on?" He shakes his  head, "Seven hours in a car is
enough for me, and anyway we'd hit rush hour  traffic if we drove on. We'll
check into this motel." We do that, using  both our debit cards, and as we're
leaving the office Ryan puts the receipts in  the little folder with the other
receipts, then says, "The guy said we need to  drive around to the other
side for our room, right?" I sort of shrug because I  wasn't paying attention.
Ryan's supposed to be in  charge.


In the car again, I'm trying to think of a response to Ryan's  preposterous
claim that I've fallen in love with him. If I don't say something  he'll
assume he's correct. Driving around to the other side of the motel, Ryan
asks, "How's your pussy feeling?" I go, "What?" and he says, "I asked about the
condition of your pussy 'cause my dick is itching to be inside you." I
reach  under one butt cheek feeling my ass, thinking again how I never should
have  mentioned the word 'pussy', which is Willie's name for my ass. Ryan
backs the  Mini into a parking spot as I mumble, "Um, how about waiting until
after dinner  before we get into any romantic situations involving body parts.
And, um, I need  to tell you something." He reaches over to rub my head,
then leave his hand on  top of my head, grinning, "How about we don't wait
until after dinner." Sucking  on my lips I make that goofy sucking sound again,
and go, "Okay, Albert, you're  in-charge." He gives my head a push, "That's
my boy," and my cock tightens up a  little, my anus too.


to be continued...   Donny Mumford    thinkat20@yahoo.com
donnymumford@outlook.com



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Hoping some readers may be interested, there are books of mine published
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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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