Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2015 11:47:02 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION Chapter  20

DYLAN'S  GEORGIA VACATION


Chapter  20


by  Donny Mumford



With our Friday pay checks snugly in  our pockets Ryan and I are at home
walking from the car to the house with me  making the case for a 'quickie'
before the cook out. This morning in my bedroom  we had some of the hottest sex
ever, and oh yeah, Ryan put his dog collar on me  for the first time in a
long time. He put it on tight so my face was red the  whole time he was
fucking me. Anyway, with this morning's sex in mind, naturally  I feel it'd be a
good idea to slip in a quick fuck before joining the folks at  the barbecue.
Mellow us out. Here's the problem though, Ryan's not paying any  attention
to me. In fact he interrupts me in mid-sentence to tell me something.  He's
like, "Oh, sorry for interrupting, Danny, but just before I left work
something happened that took me totally by surprise. Then I met you in the
parking lot afterwards and you started in with the questions about the fucking
cook out, and I hate that fucking cook-out, so I went off on a tantrum about
that." I say, "Sorry, Albert. What happened?" He grabs my arm, "Will you
stop  walking and listen to me!" We're in the kitchen now so I stop and turn
around.  He says, "It's something good, nothing to worry about." I'm giving
him my full  attention, but when he starts to say something my cellphone
beeps.  Reaching for the pocket my cellphone's in I get a 'look' from Ryan, so
I'll check my iPhone later.


Ryan says, "Well, after I finished my  weekly report I take it to Josh's
office to leave it on his desk. He's in his  office though, so I hand him the
weekly report and he sort of snatches it from  my hand like it's an
annoyance or something. Then he proceeds to read all three  pages standing up
leaning his ass against his desk. I'm standing there in the  middle of his office
like a dork, not sure if I'm suppose to leave or wait until  he finishes. It
was like five agonizing fucking minutes of me standing there  with my dick
in my hand before he finally looks up at me. Here's the good part:  he's
smiling when he says, 'Awesome, Albert! You and your team are kicking this
project's ass. Damn good report too. Keep it up!' How about that !?" I'm
impressed actually, and then Ryan adds, "Then he sort of gives me a shoulder hug
before walking out of his office. Ha ha, and I'm still standing there with
my  dick in my hand. I was sort of in shock or something. It's a rare day a
compliment comes out of that guy's mouth." I say, "Congratulations! You
know  your father's going to hear about that report, right?" Ryan's glowing,
"For  sure! This is the best summer of my life, Danny boy! And it keeps
getting better  and better."  I nod my head, happy for him. Guess I can officially
stop  worry about how Ryan will handle being a boss. Yeah, but he ignored
my  suggestion we have a quick fuck before the cookout and now I feel kinda
creepy  bringing it up a second time.


A minute later Ryan has a change of  moods, no longer thinking about Josh's
compliment because he sees a note from  his mother on the refrigerator
telling him to get to the neighbor's barbecue the  minute he gets home. Ryan's
yelling, "I hate that goddamn cook-out! Fuck! I  would be delighted to pass
up on that, but mother insists I go, and if I go  you're coming too." He gets
a can of Coke out of the refrigerator, slamming the  door. I'm watching him
thinking, 'This sucks!'. He takes a drink from the can,  then hands it to
me, "We'll have to share that. It's the last one." I shrug,  taking the can
of Coke. Ryan's looking pissed-off as he smells the back of his  wrist, then
his expression softens a little and he pats my cheek, saying, "I  shouldn't
take it out on you though, but we're not going over there now. We'll  take
our good old time. We're going to have a cigarette and share that can of
Coke, then we're gonna take showers and change. I'm not going over there in
work  clothes. Fuck that?!"


Carrying the can of Coke I follow him  outside where he takes my hand,
giving it a squeeze, then holds it as we walk  towards the gazebo. "Everything
okay, Daniel?" and I'm like, "Yeah, sure,  Albert." Ryan had a rare meltdown
there for a minute, but now he's back to  basking in the glow of Josh's
compliment. I don't know, but to me Ryan seems so  sexily in-charge and
confident when its just us two. I gotta say he also seems  very mature when he's
being 'in-charge' and it kinda makes my dick feel good.  By now it's a given
that he decides things and I agree with whatever it is  he decided and I do
what I'm told. It's been almost three weeks since we left  Merrimack, if I
include the drive down here so we're set in our ways by now.  I've noticed the
past few days he's been treating me more like he's an older  brother to me
than a bossy dominant sex-partner, although he's definitely  dominant when
we're having sex. The rest of the time he mostly maintains this  odd friendly
big brother attitude, like, 'do this, don't do that'. It's almost  comical,
except I find it sexy. I say that because of my submissive fetish, if
submissiveness is a fetish.


I've tried talking to him a few times  about dropping his bossy ways when
we're alone. I mean what's the point of being  bossy if no one sees it except
me. I already know he's in-charge. He listened  without disagreeing and
then continued being bossily in-charge just like before  our talk. So now I
figure it's easier for me to go along with that rather than  argue about it. I
just go with the flow, no need to worry about much of  anything.  Ryan's
tenaciously following through with the plans we made back  at college, which
includes me agreeing he'll be in-charge of us. He's  obviously not going to
deviate from those plans even though, like I said,  I wanted to amend them
somewhat. Fuck it though, I guess he's right to stick to  his guns because it's
working beautifully. My magnanimous giving to Ryan,  as a friend, was
agreeing to basically do what I'm told, and he's insisting I  keep that promise
as long as I'm here in Georgia. That's what it comes down to,  although he
doesn't blatantly say that in so many words. A promise is a  promise.


Our goals this summer were to show  his parents that Ryan's a confident
leader-type person even though he's gay.  That, plus him doing a good job of
supervising at work. Both goals have already  been accomplished, as well as my
personal goal of getting Ryan socially  functional with some of the guys
our age here in Marietta. That's been  accomplished more successfully than I
ever expected. Now, if I could make some  progress personally maturing, then
all our goals will have been accomplished.  It's a bit of a contradiction
trying to be more mature while acting as Ryan's  little brother though, so
that's a situation that needs some work. I'm never  going to see these people
again after my nine weeks here so I don't especially  care what they think
about me. And as I said, I like letting Ryan/Albert decide  everything, that
is unless he steps over a line at some point, and I'll know if  that happens.
Then all bets are off. For now though everything is peaches and  cream.

Frankly I never envisioned Ryan  developing a 'big-brother' persona, that's
totally unexpected although, like I  said, it's no problem. And, what the
hell, he passes out compliments to me while  giving me most of the credit for
our successes here, so it's hard to find  something to bitch about. At
times he'll amps-up his 'in-charge' routine around  his parents, trying to
impress them I guess. Both his mother and father have  alluded to the fact Ryan
bosses me around. I'm guessing they don't see it as  Ryan being the big
brother so much as him adopting the 'male' role in our gay  relationship. No
one's ever said it specifically, but I'm pretty sure that's  what they think.
And, who cares what they think basically. Of course there's no  way it could
work if I bulked at it the slightest bit, but why would I? It's  like a
vacation from responsibility. None of the guys at work have any mumbled
complaints about Ryan as their boss, and I would know if they did. When you get
right down to it though, there's actually not a lot of 'bossing' necessary on
this job. We basically do the same things every day. Ryan sees that we're
all  working and staying on schedule, and then he has his own responsibilities
which  he's apparently doing very well considering the pat on the  back
Josh Day  gave him an hour ago.


As we're walking to the gazebo, heh  heh, I have the thought that obviously
a big brother wouldn't hold hands with me  like Ryan does, not unless I was
like five years old. The hand-holding is an  example of him maintaining a
little of his dominant sex-partner persona even  while playing the 'big
brother' role. It makes sense having continuity in our  relationship and lately I
end-up agreeing with Ryan about everything anyway, and  why not since he is
the boss. He's persuasive too, and as I said a bit of a bull  dog when it
comes to how he wants things done. We sit on the bench in the gazebo  with
Ryan still holding my hand, looking at me, happily saying, "Well, Danny,  this
summer couldn't have worked out better for me so far. How about you?" I
shrug, "No complaints." He nods his head, "Good! It's been two full weeks at
home now and you're happy about everything, right?" I go, "Yep, nothing's
bothering me. I was just thinking how things have gone awesomely so far and I
 gotta admire how you're handling everything. You've been fair and I'm fine
 following your lead, boss."


He nods his head thinking about that  for a few seconds, then shrugs and
goes, "That makes me feel good. How 'bout you  give your boss man a kiss."
Okay, he gets carried away once in a while, but I  lean over and give him a
five second wet kiss the way he wants me to do it.  Early on I bulked at all
these kisses, but he insists on them and wants me  giving him meaningful
kisses. No more pecks on his lips like I used to do. And  yeah, the big brother
and dominant sex-partner roles intertwine at times. Bottom  line: the one
constant in our relationship is that Ryan's in-charge and I've  quit bitching
about little things. Basically I'm fully embracing the concept  that he
actually is in-charge for real and it's not a game like I used to tell  myself.
In effect I'm living the kind of long-term relationship I've always  thought
would be perfect. Ryan's a dominant sex partner who's pleasantly  in-charge
after sex too. Not in some dictator or slave/master way, just two  friends
and lovers working together with him making the decisions. And, I'm not  shy
about mentioning sex when I feel I need to, which he calls nagging. I know
he's joking about that because first of all he's flattered, and secondly he
likes sex as much as I do. I liked what Jeff Bell said about it being
liberating  for him to be with other gay guys. For me it's liberating being my
submissive  self. When I'm Daniel Newman I can be as submissive as I want
without anyone  from home knowing a thing about it. And, Ryan's right about
something else too,  he's satisfying my sub/dom sex fetish so well I hardly miss
the side-sex that I  used to have regularly.


Ryan finishes the Coke, lets go of my  hand and gives me the empty can. He
gets his arm around the back of my neck  pulling the side of my head against
his shoulder, sighing, "This is so nice,  Danny. During the last two weeks
everything here at home has changed for the  better. Everything outside the
home has changed for the better too and I hope  you know how much it means
to me." I feel a little goofy laying my head on his  shoulder like this, but
it'd be awkward pulling away, so I relax against him. He  gives me a
squeeze, saying, "Actually there's no way you could know how much  things have
changed for the better because you're here. I'll never be able to  thank you
enough." I mumble, "It was our joint plan, not just me." He chuckles,  "Yeah,
but when we're together as a couple I'll have the time to show you how  much
I've appreciated you being here with me this summer. We'll look back on
this summer as a changing point in both our lives."


That right there, that's the one  sticking point, the only real negative
between us... his inference we'll somehow  wind-up getting married or at least
living together after college. I told him I  love him but it's not the
marrying kind of love. Robby and me have that kind of  love and I've told Ryan as
much a number of times, but he keeps referring to the  possibility of us
being a couple beyond this summer. He's hoping during this  nine week period
something will happen to change my mind. I hate the thought of  hurting him,
although it seems inevitable. My hope is for that miracle  possibility I
though of earlier. The one where Ryan finds a true lover other  than moi.
Miracles do happen, but unfortunately only rarely. In the meantime I'm  enjoying
being submissive Danny Newman, heh heh, that's temporarily me. And  yeah, I'm
also fully aware that most people don't 'get' the delicious sensation  that
come with being submissive to someone, but too bad for them. It's not a
matter of being a totally submissive person either, not at all! I'm not
submissive to anyone except my sex partner. I'm polite to others, but not  the
least bit submissive to anyone else. In fact I'm frequently far from
submissive at times and I've actually been accused of being an arrogant  smart-ass
by some misguided individuals. Fuckin' hicks, whaddaya  expect.


Ryan's used to me not responding to references of us two  living-out our
lives together, so we're both quiet for awhile. It's not an  awkward silence
since, as I said, we're used to it. Now that I'm relaxed it's  quite pleasant
leaning against his hot body with his comforting arm  around me. Heh heh,
take care of me, Albert. It's also sexy smelling his  personal scent. I feel
his love for me too, and there isn't anything wrong with  being loved. Ryan
breaks the silence, "Here, take this, Danny," and he passes  his cigarette
butt to me. I sit up and drop both our cigarette butts in the vase  next to
me, then dump the Coke can in there too. Ryan stands taking my hand,  pulling
me up with him. "Well, boyfriend, it looks like we need to get ready for
this fucked-up neighborhood cook-out. The one where no one speaks to me."
Squeezing the back of my neck, giving me chills, he grins at me, saying, "You
are so quiet today.You sure nothing's wrong?" I mumble, "No, nothing's
wrong,  but whaddaya mean no one will speak to you? The guys we've met will
speak to you  if we see them there. It's not last summer, boss." He goes, "Yeah,
that's right.  It couldn't possibly be as bad as last summer."


We're walking hand in hand around the  garage, as I mumble, "Um, but uh, do
you think we could, that is, we probably  need to have sex before we
shower, don't ya think? I'm not nagging, just  suggesting. You know, it'll get us
in a better mood to face this  neighborhood cookout thingie" He goes, "There
you go again, begging me to fuck  you." I get a little pissed off, "I'm not
begging! I'm suggesting! Do you know  what the word, 'begging' even means?"
He gives me half a grin for a couple  of seconds, then says, "I'm teasing
you. Um, are you actually serious though? We  had that hot sex this morning
with the doggie collar and all that, didn't  we? We do it so often I lose
track." Feeling I over-reacted, I mumble, "I was  kind of kidding too." As we
stroll toward the house I run my fingers up the  back of his head in his
hair, saying, "Yeah, this morning was sexually hot, and  you were awesome as
usual, but we might be drunk or something after the party.  That's all I'm
saying." I'm ruffling the hairs on top of his head now. He has  the nicest hair.
He grins, shaking his head slowly, murmuring, "Ya  know what? I love the
way you're always touching me, it's like you can't  keep your hands off me, ha
ha, and you're showing me so much more affection than  you ever have
before." He gives my hand a squeeze, "Well, you've always said you  had a 'thing'
for me, but here at home it seems like it's more than that. And,  my teasing
aside, I like that you're always nagging me to fuck you  too."


Well sure, I get my way once in  awhile even though he's in-charge'. There
are exceptions to every rule. We're at  the side door that we always use
going in the house when I realize Ryan has sort  of ignored my suggestion for
sex again. He commented on it, but didn't say we'd  do it. I stop and my arms
go around him for a hug, "Please, Albert. I'll wear  the dog collar again."
He grins, "You can't conceive of going twenty-four hours  without me
fucking you two or three times, can you?" I pull my head back to look  at him,
sayings, "Yeah, that's correct, but it's your fault. You've been taking  care
of my sexual needs, like you said you would, and now it's not like I just
want it, I need it because you've become extra sexy and hot to me and nobody
fucks as good as you. You're a sex drug I'm addicted to." Ryan laughs, then
goes, "And...?" I mumble, "Oh yeah, and I love you, Albert." He asks, "What
was  that, Danny?" I give him another hug with my forehead on his shoulder,
"I  love you." He puts his hand under my chin raising my face so we're
looking into  each other's eyes, "You love me and you're not going to give me any
shit about  tomorrow's haircut, not in front of Timmy and Jeff, right?" I
say, "No! I  promise I won't. Anyway I've come to like this haircut, just like
you said  I would, honestly." He rubs my head, smirking and grinning, then
mumbling, "So you want to wear my dog collar again, huh?" I go, "If it's
okay  with you, it's okay with me," and my dick stiffens-up. He says, "Okay,
my  parents are already at the cookout. That boring fucking thing started a
couple  hours ago, so we've got the house to ourselves."


As we walk into the house with his  arm around the back of my waist and me
leaning against him, I acknowledge  to myself I may have become
'pathetically' submissive to Ryan, and not just  about sex. And so what if I am? Going
back to my earlier rationalization:  I'm in Georgia under an assumed identity
so why not act like this and enjoy  myself to the fullest. It's something
I've always suspected would be a perfect  arrangement. I mean, what's the
point of being incognito if you can't get away  with stuff you normally
couldn't or wouldn't do? When we're inside the  house, he mumbles, "You run along
upstairs and get undressed, Daniel. I'll be  there in a minute. I've got to
text someone." I get a smack on my butt, then I  go up the front stairs to
his bedroom and get undressed feeling goofy, then  chuckling to myself as I'm
again thinking about the submissive way I've been  acting around him. Even
so I'm feeling squirmy and eager for sex. Huh, he's  probably texting Jeff.
Absently pulling my pud, thinking about that and how  Jeff's  being
submissive to him even more than me. At first I gave a  thought to maybe dialing back
my submissive act, except I can't think of a good  reason to do that. In
fact maybe I should actually take it up a notch to match  Jeff's
submissiveness. Of course, if there ever comes a point when I find  myself even vaguely
contemplating a reevaluation of Robby's and my status, I'll  pull the plug on
Marietta and the roller coaster ride will be over. For now  though,
everything's cool.


I'm standing in his bedroom naked  when Ryan comes in, saying, "Truth be
told, and you know this anyway, I'm happy  that you want me to fuck you so
often. I don't take it for granted either. I  love it more than almost
anything." He's taking his khakis off, mumbling, "Get  on your hands and knees."
Surprising myself, I remind him, "Aren't you putting  the dog collar on me?" He
chuckles, "Oh yeah, okay, sure. You know where it is  from this morning.
It's in that bottom drawer. Get it for me." Oh man, my cock  is tightening up
as I go through his sex toys coming up with the dog collar.  I've worm this
thing many times before this morning. I even wore it to work on  the
landscaping crew a few days. Bringing the collar to Ryan, he says, "Well,  put it
on," and I strap it around my neck and he chuckles pointing at my
semi-boner. I'm getting so aroused putting the dog collar on I'm having trouble
breathing. I mutter, gasping, "It's on, Albert," and after he pulls his shirt
off, he puts a finger between my neck and the dog collar, mumbling, "It's not
nearly tight enough," and he unbuckles it and tightly re-buckles it with me
 trying too gulp but my Adam's apple can barely move.


He says, "Get on your hands and knees  now, like I told you," As I do that
he takes off his underwear and then gives me  half a dozen really hard
smacks on my ass, the slapping sounds ringing in my  ear, as he says, "You want a
dominant fuck so I'll oblige". He's spanking me  with the palm of his hand,
his long cock flopping between his legs as he does  it.  I need to grit my
teeth not to yelp because he really gets my ass  stinging and burning. He
says he spanks me because I like it, and I do within  reason, but so does he.
When he's done spanking me his flaccid cock that was  flopping around is now
a semi-hard boner. Wishing I didn't need to, I can't help  reaching back
and rubbing my smacked ass, making Ryan grin. He walks around in  front of me
holding his damp big fat cock in his fingers. It's been encased in  his
jockey shorts all day getting musky-smelling and extra sexy. He grabs my dog
collar pulling my head up roughly and I take his cock from his fingers.
Sucking  the head into my mouth, Ryan rubs my head, saying, "We're both doing
exactly  what we said we'd do for each other. You've somehow made me feel
comfortable  with some of my peers in town, ones I've never even spoken to before,
and you've  helped me impress my parents. As for my part, I've satisfied
your sexual needs,  which are considerable." He pinches the short hair at the
front of my head,  asking, "Don't you agree?" Taking his cock from my mouth,
I say, "Yeah, I  already told you I was just thinking about the same thing
myself. I agree we're  both doing what we promised we'd do." Then in a whiny
voice, I'm like, "But, um,  this dog collar's too tight, Albert. I won't be
able to take your boner in my  throat." He says, "You asked for the dog
collar so deal with  it.""


A couple seconds later, totally  unconcerned about my too-tight dog collar,
he goes, "I was wondering if you can  remember from the last couple of
years any time you've gone two weeks with as  little side sex as you've had
these past two weeks?" That question shocks me,  because the answer is a
resounding, 'NO!' Still a little pouty about him not  loosening the dog collar, I
mumble, "You over estimate how much side sex I have  normally." He grins,
"Answer the question, Danny," and I blush embarrassingly.  Shit! Then mumble,
"No, I guess I haven't had infrequent side-sex to this degree  in like two
years." He says, "Well good for you, I'm glad you haven't even been  thinking
much about it since living with me. I'm not bragging that I've  satisfied
your sexual needs completely because a little of the credit goes to  you too."
I grumble, "I don't know about that. You're doing the fucking." I  stroke
his cock looking up at him from my hands and knees position. He wistfully
murmurs, "Hell, I wish it was me doing all the side sex you used to get.
Anyway, now you don't need it or crave it, right? I hope that's a clue for  you,
as in you and me." What's that mean? I put his dick back in my mouth
thinking about what he said.


The longer I suck his cock and balls  the harder my cock gets, and the
harder it is for me to think about anything  else.   Lifting up on my knees, my
arms go around his bare buttocks to hug  his groin against my face as I suck
and tongue one of his nuts. His long boner is slippery with my saliva
sliding on my face as I lick  and suck his balls. I'm in a dreamy submissive fog
with my nose in his pubic  hairs smelling him, hugging his ass and licking
his nuts. Then he puts his  finger in the ring hanging from the dog collar
where a  doggie's license would go and uses the ring to pull my head back
while taking  his boner in his fingers and guiding it to my tongue. Holding my
head steady  between both hands now, he leans up and over sliding his hard
boner across my  tongue to my gag reflex area, then right past it into my
throat. He  forces his boner way down my throat so tightly I'm gagging  and
snorting. The dog collar prevents my neck from bulging out but that boner's
going in anyway. His pubic hairs surround my mouth and nose with his balls
bouncing off my neck as he moves my head up a little more and does three long
eight inch pumps of his boner back and forth in my throat so  tightly I
can't believe he's able to do it. Precum coats my throat as I  constantly gag,
my face dark red. He looks me in the eyes and deliberately does  three more
long slow tight thrust in my throat before pulling it out gasping. I  grunt,
thinking I'm going to climax as a spurt of precum sprays from my hard
boner. Ryan's boner is hard as steel with a long string of precum mixed with
saliva stretching from it, then breaking off  to drift slickly across my chin
and neck as I'm gasping for air. He's  taking deep breaths, very aroused now,
so to avoid any more deep throating I  drop down onto my hands again, turn
around on all fours and push my ass up for  him to mount.


"Smack! Smack!" on my ass with Ryan  mumbling, "Love spanking your ass,
Fido," then his fat cock head is at my  asshole and, "Oooh, fuck!" from me, as
it goes in past my sphincter. Ryan grunts  quietly as he's gripping my hips
pulling my ass up a little and driving his hard  cock up my ass in one
tight, painful thrust. Hurts like a mother fucker,  although slightly less then
last time. My back arches and I groan, vein pulsing  in my neck with Ryan
quietly saying, "You can take it, Danny." He's right of  course. I can take the
deep throating too if my bone-hard cock sticking straight  out from me is
any indicator. Actually I want to get to a point where I take  that big boner
of his right up my ass without whimpering, and I'm getting closer  to doing
that, but I'm not there yet so I do some whimpering, "Ow, oooh, it  hurts,
Albert, goddammit." That doesn't do anything to lessen the pain, but I
can't stop myself from complaining some. He goes "Shhs, I know," and does his
usual shoulders massaging which does feel good. It also helps that he  cares.


The pain fades as always and my body  relaxes as the hurt drifts away like
it was never there. Ryan humps against my  buttocks and then withdrawals his
hard cock pulling it back and almost out  except it's captured by the lips
of my anus tightly around the neck under the  swollen head. It feels good
when he puts backwards pressure stretching my anus  outward, and then a steady
drive back up my ass with my back arching again.  Steadily, inch by inch
that long swollen boner disappears inside me. All other  thoughts have left my
brain leaving only thoughts of Ryan's hard penis and my  ass and cock. My
boner's stretched even tighter, feeling like it'll split, and  so hard it
doesn't move. It's gotten like this nearly every time Ryan's fucked  me the
last week to ten days. A boner so hard it sticks straight out has become
routine when Ryan's fucking me, but this particular boner started with the deep
throating. Ooh, the awesome sexual sensations that dog collar caused! Scary
and  very sexual. Ryan's awesome fucking makes my head go back, my eyes
close, and a  long low moan from me at how wonderful it feels to be this filled
up back  there.


Ryan starts his hard fast fucking,  grunting and gasping exhaled breaths as
he does it. The room fills with my  moans, his grunts, and,
"Slap,slap,slap, slap, slap," sounds, my body rocking  forward with each hard thrust.
Ryan's balls swing between my legs smacking into  the back of my scrotum with
each thrust. Smacking them hard enough that a spike  of pain joins the growing
pleasure of Ryan's hard cock plowing over my prostate  and constantly
stimulating my anus. The rhythm of the spikes of pain from my  nuts and pleasure
from each hump up my ass emphasizes the pleasure. It has me  moaning
constantly, not caring how I sound and abandoning any pretenses of being  cool about
this sex act. Every time Ryan fucks me it's memorable and special in
different ways which is why I nag him for more. I don't care that he knows I
can't resist his sex even though it gives him the upper hand. If he became a
prick about it and wanted me to do something I didn't want to do, he might
say,  'No sex unless you do it' and I'd be screwed. This is where trust comes
into  play, and I do trust him.


"Slap, slap, slap, slap," and "Mmmm,"  from me, "Feels good, Albert." Five
or six minutes of unbelievable sexy  sensations that build and build as my
orgasm grows and grows. A minute of extra  hard thrusting jolting me on my
hands and knees like I'm gonna fall on my face  and then it, "Ooh, aah, aah,
aah, Albert, oooh, I'm gonna cum, aaaah!" His  crotch is tight against my
buttocks as he groans humping against me, his finger  in the dog collar ring
again pulling my head back with the dog collar cutting  into my neck. A few
struggling seconds and we cum together with our bodies  lurching forward. I
squeal as I feel his stream hit inside me and at the same  time cum's
streaking from my hard cock and we're both shuddering, then another  hump against my
ass with Ryan, moaning, "OOOh, fuuuuck," as I hump forward,  lifting up on
my knees, my hands coming off the floor as a longer stream of cum  flies out
of my boned-up cock leaving me shaking. More wild humps from Ryan as I
stroke my cock with drools of cum running down my fingers, and then with one
last shoulder shudder, I'm done. The after affects buzz deliciously around my
 groin as my rectum sizzles for a few more seconds, then all is calm. I
drop back  onto my hands, dropping my head down so my forehead is resting on
the back of my  wrist. It feels so good inside my rectum I moan quietly and
then my body relaxes  completely and Ryan pulls his cock from my ass.


He's taking deep breaths for a bit,  then gasp, "Danny, suck it!" I sit up
and turn around. He's holding his  semi-boned-up cock out to me so I walk
the couple of steps over to him on my  knees, take his sloppy cock from him
and suck it into my mouth as he sighs and  runs the back of his fingers
through the short hair on top of my head. I suck  his cock clean. In less than a
minute he backs up pulling his cock from my  mouth, muttering, "Sensitive.
The head's too sensitive. Thank you though, that  felt good." He sits on his
bed holding his hand out to me. I take it and stand,  then sit next to him
with my left hand under my asshole so I don't drool cum on  the bedding. He
hugs me, still breathing erratically, murmuring, "I love you so  much. The
pleasure you give me I can hardy believe." I lean against him as the  hand I'm
sitting on fills with his cum. His arm is around me hugging me to him  and I
feel his love again. Love is a good thing and I absorb it as I rub the
side of my head against his, my cheek feeling his sexy macho whiskers. We take
deep breaths at the same time and chuckle. He mumbles, "We climaxed
together,  and now we're taking deep breaths together. I like that, we're
synchronized."


Then a contended sigh from Ryan, "Oh  well, I guess we gotta do this
cook-out thing. Shower with me, Danny. My shower  stall's bigger than the one on
the third floor." I stand up and Ryan takes the  dog collar off, saying,
"This was a damn good idea you had. Deep throating you  wearing a dog collar is
definitely the way to go, don'cha think?" I say, "It's  horrible for me,"
and he laughs, "Oh yeah? So if it was so bad how come your  cock got granite
hard? I watched it get harder and harder." I can't help but  chuckle because
while uncomfortable, it was also extremely hot! We take a long  shower,
bathing each other like Ryan wants. Squeaky clean he holds out his cock,
saying, "It feels better now," so I sink to my knees happy to suck that big  penis
of his again. I've always liked sucking cock, even fat Carl's in the
beginning when he first forced himself on me. Funny, but as I sucked Carl's cock
that very first time, not even knowing what I was doing, I realized it's
something I subconsciously had wanted to do since puberty. Not fat Carl's
cock  especially, any young guy's cock. It's no big deal now, but back then it
was an  astonishing thing to discover about myself.


After Carl had me totally dominated  and doing whatever he wanted, he began
calling sex with me 'mentoring' and I  begrudgingly give him credit for
doing a hell of a job. My favorite cock to suck  has always been Robby's.
Carl's cock wasn't especially big, then I went to  Willie's long cock, maybe a
half inch longer than Ryan's, but then the first  time I sucked Robby's cock
it struck me as the perfect size for cock sucking.  That could be because
Robby and my brother have pretty much the same size cock,  and Chubby was
technically my first sex partners although we thought we were  doing something
besides sex. I've sucked a lot of guys' cocks in the past four  years and
enjoyed just about all of them. Timmy's is the most unusual one I've  ever
sucked because it's like two inches long, but I liked that one too. Ray  Reeves'
cock comes to mind as another very unusual cock to suck with that large
mushroom head on a monster of a penis.


When I've sucked, strokes, and licked  Ryan's penis into another fat, hard,
eight inch boner he turns me around. I'm  partially standing, not sure what
position he wants me in. No matter, he shoves  his latest boner up my ass
with the water still pouring down from two shower  heads. I'm not standing
exactly, or on my hands and knees exactly, more like  half standing with my
knees bent and my hands on the floor of the shower stall  with my ass held up
for him. Ryan seems unusually aroused considering we fucked  a half hour
ago, but he's really going at it again. It feels really good for  maybe ten
minutes. Every thrusts up my ass knocks my head against the shower  stall wall,
but that's nothing compared to the sensations exploding in my rectum  and
I've got another boner sticking straight out, hard as hard can get. Damn,
Ryan knows how to fuck my ass perfectly and then we again climax pretty much
at  the same time. Small orgasms that feel big. I didn't even see mine as my
eyes  were closed and I was moaning at the deep sexual pleasure of it  all.

We both end-up huddling together on  the floor of the shower, totally spent
and almost drowning in all the water  pouring down on us, both of us
breathing hard like we just ran a four minute  mile. Leaning against one another
we sit on the floor coming down off the high  of our climaxes for maybe five
minutes before Ryan put his lips to my ear,  saying, "I'm sorry for being so
rough there, Danny. I don't know what came over  me. I was thinking of you
in the dog collar earlier, and how submissive you've  become to me, and it
was a mighty turn-on. Jesus, it was hot the way you stuck  your pussy up
there so your man could fuck you. You looked so cute too, and  you've been so
loving to me, and so sweetly wonderful about everything. So, you  know, I
wanted to give you pleasure but ended up giving myself pleasure instead,  and
I'm sorry." I'm not sorry because I want him to want me, and want us to have
more sex than we're having. I murmur, "I loved it, Albert. Don't worry, you
know  how much I love taking your big cock up my ass." He rubs my head
grinning, and  then when he helps me up I realize he fucked me bowlegged again.
Good!


Fifteen minutes later we're walking  outside clean, dressed, and sexually
satisfied. My ass is still a little tender  but that's a pleasant reminder of
our hot shower-fuck. The late afternoon is  still warm, but not humid for
once. I glance over at Ryan thinking again  that I could spend my summer in a
lot worse circumstances than this. I'd be  hard pressed to find myself in a
better circumstance actually, I mean where sex  is concerned. Back in
Framingham Robby's working so much I'd hardly get to see  him. That's probably
why Danny Monday quit the job and went back home. I'd  have been bummed-out
too. Still, just thinking Robby's name makes my heart  flutter.


Trying to get back in  the moment, I glance at Ryan again thinking how he
looks cool and  sexy. Ryan's come a long way in two weeks. He senses I'm
looking at him and  glances over smiling, asking, "Everything okay?" I nod, and
he puts his arm  around the back of my waist pulling me against him. We can
just hear sounds from  the next yard about a hundred yards away. While it's
just a blur of noise from  here we can faintly hear the music and chatter
from those already at his  neighbor's cookout. Taking a drag off my cigarette,
I ask, "Um, why are you  still less than thrilled about your mother
insisting we attend this cookout? You  know some of the guys now." He shrugs, "Same
old reason, the Torro twins.  They're twin assholes. To me anyway. They're
our age or a year older and the  five or six times I've met them last summer
they have this kind of superiority  attitude going for them. Plus, they
think they're being subtle  with their tiresome mocking comments in my presents
as if I'm too  stupid to know they're making fun of me. So, while we can
hang out with Jeff and  Tim, or Bradford, there's still the twins I gotta deal
with." I go, "Could it be  more paranoia on your part perhaps?" He says,
"Oh fuck, I don't know anymore.  You'll meet them and you tell me if I'm being
paranoid."


As we get closer the noise  increases, now sounding like a lot of people.
The thought occurs, not an  uncommon one for me, so I ask, "Could the twins
be gay?" He shrugs again, "Fuck  if I know, but I seriously doubt it. They're
both gorgeous though, I'll give  them that. Identical twins seemingly with
one mind. I think they're sharing a  brain too." I say, "Maybe their good
looks intimidates you." He's like, "What  the fuck does that mean?" I go, "I
don't know, Albert, don't get mad.  Extremely good-looking confident guys
intimidate me sometimes." He's aghast,  "What? Someone as good looking as you
is intimidated by a good looking  confident guy? You're nuts!" I mutter, "My
good looks are apparently more  obvious to you than me." He mutters, "Me and
everybody else." I grin, "I was  fishing for compliments, heh heh." He lets
go of my waist and gets me around the  neck pulling my head to his, "I'll
give you all the compliments you could ever  wish for if that's what you
want." His skimpy beard tickles my cheek, as I  murmur, "Your an awesome sex
partner, Albert, superiorly awesome. I wasn't  exaggerating earlier, I'm
becoming addicted to you. I'm telling you, sex with  you is like a drug. You're
becoming like a drug I'm hooked on."  He grins,  "There you go again, sucking
up to me for sex," and we both laugh because  neither of us could get it up
right now for love nor money, not after the double  fuck Ryan laid on my ass
the past hour.


I'm relieved he lets go of  me entirely as we walk around to the back of
another large house and join  the party. A quick scan of the big yard and I'd
guess there are about a hundred  people here, more adults than kids. There
are kids of all ages though. Lots of  people I recognize from church. I
follow Ryan, side stepping some eight year  olds running around giggling. He
turns his head to tell me, "I'm  looking for my parents in case you're
wondering. I want mother to know  I'm here. Pretend we've been here for awhile." I
nod my head in agreement while  looking at a hot southern boy who' appears to
be on the edge of legal age.  Very pretty with big green eyes and as our
eyes meet I test to see if he'll  looks away, and he does avert his eyes but he
held my stare for a tad longer  than he should have, although not long
enough to be conclusive. I grab  Ryan's arm, "Who's that?" He turns to look but
the boy is hidden behind others  now, so I go, "Oh, he's gone." Ryan asks,
"What'd he look like?" I'm walking  next to him now, "He has big green eyes,
blond hair in a faux hawk haircut, he's  a little shorter than me with a
body like yours." He shrugs, "I don't know  who it is, but he's not gay. Nobody
here is gay." I say, "Like nobody in Bible  study is gay." He chuckles,
"You got lucky there."


No one says anything to Ryan or me as  we navigate through the people. It's
like I'm invisible now because I'm  with the ghost of Marietta. Before we
find his parent we come to a bar, so  what the fuck, we each get a can of
Heineken in the familiar green can  and continue our search. One of the two
bartenders was making a big batch of  frozen drinks pouring rum in a blender
with lots of crushed ice and a red  liquid. I might try that later. We find
Ryan's parents sitting at one of a dozen  tables with umbrellas that are
situated around a huge tree with a large leaf  canopy. His mother's perturbed,
"Albert, where ever have you been?" I  tell her, 'Oh, Albert's been fucking me
for most of the last hour.  Sorry we're late, but my rectum and around my
anus it's quite sore so  we were walking slowly.' I say that in my head while
Albert says out  loud, "We've been here, Mother, talking with Bradford."
She relaxes a little,  then looks around, "Oh, I didn't think the Blakes were
coming," and  Ryan asks, "Where are the twins?" His mother says, "I was told
those lovely boys  are still at university. The rumor is they both need to
take a summer course to  make up for an 'F' in some subject. June is furious
with them of course."  I'm assuming 'June' is their mother. Ryan brightens
right up, "Oh yeah, that's  too bad," as his mother goes, "Come around here
Albert and bring Daniel. I want  Mr. and Mrs. Durran to meet him." Ryan sort
of pulls me foreword, like  maybe I'm a trophy he's won that he wants to
show off.


He introduces me and I shake hands  briefly with both Mr. and Mrs. Durran.
She's a skinny woman with red hair  in a bun and her husband looks like her
brother. Mrs. Durran says to me, "My  you're a good looking young man. I
understand you and Albert are both on the  town's baseball team." I nod,
saying, "Yes, ma'am," and she goes, "Then you must  know my son, Logan." I look at
Ryan, who does a little shrug, so I say, "Um, no,  ma'am, I don't believe
we know him." The man says, "He's the starting center  fielder. Good looking
boy with lots of freckles, heh heh. He'll outgrow them."  Oh, that asshole!
Ryan says, "Beg pardon, sir, but I'm the starting center  fielder. Your
freckled son will be my back up on the bench with Danny here. You  know, he'll
be with the outfielder and infielder back-ups and pinch hitters off  the
bench. Logan's left handed, right?" Ryan's parents exchange glances, like,
'What the fuck?'. The man looks smug, shaking their heads like Ryan's confused.
Logan's father says, "Yes he's left handed, but you're wrong about him
being a bench player." Jesus, these people take their local sports seriously in
 Marietta. Mr. Wilcox says, in his bored way of speaking, "George, the team
is  practicing tomorrow and Wednesday, then I think you'll see Albert in
center  field the first league game." Mr. Durran goes, "Heh heh, Junior, Logan
was  all-state his junior and senior years." Parents bitching about who's
son is a  better center fielder brings the word, 'petty' to mind. Mrs. W.
goes, "I'm sure  Logan is a fine high school talent, but Albert's on his
college team." Mr. and  Mrs. Durran are a bit huffy now with the Mrs. looking
around, asking, "Has  anyone seen Logan? He'll clear this up." Saying Ryan's on
the college team is  taking liberties with the facts. He's only the
equipment manager, but I guess  technically he is on the team.


The two sets of parents have their  backs up a bit so it's awkward for a
few seconds until Ryan's mother changes the  subject, saying to the red haired
woman, "Albert's been giving the boys these  very short haircuts. Not only
Daniel, but Jeffrey Bell, and Tim Dulson too. All  of them asks Albert for
haircuts now. He's become quite the leader and I guess  the younger boys look
up to him." Mrs. and Mr. Durran are sort of frowning  staring at my head."
Mrs. W. asks, "Can you believe they like that haircut?"  Mrs. Durran finally
huffs, "It looks like the skinheads from the seventies." Mr.  W., with a
bored expression, says, "I believe you're referring to white power  and hate
groups, mostly in the late eighties. The subculture originated in  working
class London youth in the sixties and migrated all over the world in one  form
or another. Shock value, you know." We're all looking at him until Mrs.
Durran asks, "How do you know so much about everything, Junior?" he dead pans,
 "I read a lot," and just then Freckles/Logan shows up with the green eyed
boy I  saw earlier. Green eyes and me look at each other while Logan looks
startled seeing Ryan and me. He finally mumbles, "Um, what's going on?" They
 discuss the centerfield situation as I say to green eyes, holding out my
hand,  "Hi, I'm Danny Newman. That's a cool hairdo ya got there." He shakes
hands,  saying, "Jefferson Morgan, but call me 'Bud', everyone else does.
Sorry to say I  can't return the compliment however," and he grins as I
self-consciously run my hand over my head, saying, "We were just talking  about
this haircut before you got here." He's still grinning, asking, "What was  the
consensus?" I go, "Not good," and we both chuckle.


I hear Ryan's saying, "Like my father  said, we'll see who's in centerfield
next Saturday." Mr. Durran says, "Yes,  there's no sense arguing about it,
the coach will decide." That settles  things down about that vital topic and
we get back on the other vital topic.  Logan's mother asks him, "Son, what
do you think of Daniel's haircut? Albert  cuts it for him." Logan smirks and
rubs my head, saying, "I'd say it looks very  much like Albert cut it, ha
ha." Ryan goes, "Well, just so ya know, Jeff Bell  asked for the same haircut
and so did Timmy Dulson, so they like it." Logan has  a semi-preppy,
shortish haircut. He says, "I'd be laughed out of Duke if I  showed up with that
haircut." His mother says, "Logan got accepted to both  universities, North
Carolina and Duke," and her husband says, "And the other  universities he
applied to as well." Then Mrs. Durran asks, "Where is it you're  going to
college, Albert?" Ryan's mother answers for him, "Merrimack in  Massachusetts, as
a legacy student. Junior and his father also graduated from  there. Albert
is actually Albert Ryan Wilcox the third. Tradition matters in our  family."
More eye rolling exchanged between the adult Durrans  as Logan  snickers,
smugly smirking. Nice family.


And then they get into a huffy  discussion about colleges and universities
in general with Ryan chirping in  exaggerating greatly Merrimack's campus.
While they're doing that I ask  green-eyed Bud, "You going to college?" He
says, "Yeah, I'm a sophomore at  Virginia Tech," then he takes hold of my arm
and we drift away a few feet. I  look at him with a puzzled expression as he
goes, "Um, this is awkward, but um,  do you know about Wilcox last summer?"
I shake my head, "I not sure what  you mean. You do know I'm living with
him, right?" Bud looks shocked, "Oh, no I  didn't. Forget what I said, okay?"
I'm like, "It's no problem. He told me about  the rumors involving him and
some sick sadistic homo, if that's what you mean."  Bud goes, "Yeah, that's
what I meant." I say, "Well yeah, Albert and I are gay,  as you know, but
from what I've heard those rumors are greatly exaggerated. I  don't know the
sordid details, but I've known Albert for two years and  he would never be
involved in anything as disgusting as the gist of those  general rumor he
mentioned to me. All he's told me was some older gay pervert  from another town
was stalking him and when he rebuffed him, the guy spread  vicious lies. It
was so humiliating to Albert he barely spoke to  anyone all last summer. So,
his first summer here was very unpleasant." Bud  goes, "Jesus, that explains
a lot, but it fucks-up all the guy's lurid  imagination of what happened,"
and he chuckles. I smile, "Yeah, it might say  more about you guys than
Albert. We've been intimate for two years and I  know he's incapable of doing
bizarre sex of any kind. We're kinda vanilla  gay guys." Bud makes a funny
face, cute but funny, saying, "Vanilla huh? And I  didn't know you were gay
until just now." I go, "Huh," and he adds, "Maybe some  of us guys were living
out our fantasizes making up shit about Wilcox, huh?" I  say, "Yeah? Is that
what you did?" He goes, "I'm not gay!" and I say, "Sure, if  you say so,"
and he laughs. I go, "You're talking with me, a gay guy, so maybe  I'll start
some rumors about you." He goes, "Jesus! Don't do that!" and I'm  like,
"See how easy it would be to start rumors though." He nods his head,  then
glances at Ryan, muttering, "I feel like an ass for not reaching out to him
last summer. Rumors suck!"

Before I can further the  'rumor defense' of Ryan, Logan calls over, "Come
on, Bud, lets get another  beer," and Bud says, "It doesn't take two of us
to get a beer. Bring me back  one." Logan stalks off as Bud mumbles, "He
takes himself too seriously  sometimes, but he's a good guy basically." Ryan's
sitting at the table listening  to something his father's saying and I hear
the name 'Josh', so I'm guessing  he's talking about the compliment Josh Day
had for Ryan. Naturally Ryan's all  ears listening to his father brag about
him, as is his mother. Logan's parents,  on the other hand, look bored. Bud
and I are still standing together  four or five feet from the table, he taps
my shoulder, asking, "So, what's  it like being gay?" I shrug, "It's cool.
What's it like being straight?" He  goes, "Not so cool so far for me," and I
go, "Dude, you're a cute guy. You must  do alright with the girls." He
laughs, then says, "You're the first boy in  my life who's called me cute," and
again he laughs a little, then  goes, "Actually I'm shy around girls. Sad to
say, but true." I go, "Are you shy  around the boys?" He laughs nervously
again, "Um, no, I'm not," so I go, "There  you have it... your answer. You're
on the wrong fucking team." Chuckling he  says, "Hey, maybe I am."

I'm trying to figure Jefferson/Bud  out as he offers me a cigarette. We
both light up and take a drag. Exhaling  smoke, he does his nervous laugh, "By
the way, even with that scalped haircut, I  gotta admit you're cute too,"
and I say, "Yeah, everybody tells me that,"  and another chuckle from Bud. He
goes, "That's the first time I've ever told  another boy he was cute." I
say, "Well, thanks, I think. Let me asks you  something... how the fuck old does
a guy need to be around these parts before  people stop calling him a
'boy'?" Bud does his laugh, muttering, "Eighty-nine, I  think." We grin blowing
smoke in each other's faces, then he asks, "Okay,  what would be the first
thing you'd do with me if I turned gay over night?"  I grin, "Hmmm, good
question. With you, the first thing I'd want to do is kiss you, but you wouldn't
go for  that, so I guess I'd blow you." He chuckles, "God, you say that so
easily.  You'd put my dick in your mouth just like that, huh?" I nod, "Yep, I
like  sucking a cute guy's dick," and again with the nervous laughing, this
time with  an accompanying blush.


He's shaking his head grinning as I  take a big swallow of beer. I'm
enjoying talking 'gay' with Bud. He goes, "May  I," pointing at my Heineken can. I
pass it to him and he takes a few gulps  handing it back, saying, "Okay,
you got me drunk, now suck my cock," and  another nervous laugh with me
grinning again. I go, "I'd suck you off, but for  sure you couldn't tell a living
soul." He's like, "Fuck! You think I'd tell  anybody about that? Get fucking
serious!" Hmmm. An awkward silence for a few  seconds as Bud's probably
realizing he's closer than he might want to be to  getting his pecker sucked by
a gay guy. I'm slurping on my beer kinda smirking  at him. Then I feel bad
for his discomfort and say, "This is purely a  hypothetical discussion of
course." He nods his head, saying quietly, "Actually  I might let you do it,
Danny. Seriously. The sex I've had in my twenty years,  counting all the
girls I've fucked around with and all the guys I messed  around with when I was
just a babe, it all adds up to zero! Where sex of  any kind is concerned
I've never done squat!" I say, "All kidding aside,  have you ever contemplated
a gay sex act with anyone? Ya know, just thought  another guy was hot."
Again he blushes a little, saying, "Jesus Christ, I don't  even know you, and
I've told you more about my sex life, my nonexistent sex  life, than anybody
else... ever." Grinning, I blow smoke in his face again,  mumbling, "I've got
the kind of face people confide in. Everybody tells me  that," and he's
back to his nervous laughing.


Logan interrupts us handing Bud a can  of Heineken, saying, "They didn't
have Bud, Bud," and he chuckles at that  while Bud and I look at him blankly.
He goes, "Um, what were you guys  talking about?" and I say, "This year's
town's baseball team." and Bud looks  relieved as Logan holds his hand out to
me, saying, "Listen, I was an ass  at practice, Danny. Can you accept my
apology? Sometimes I'm too  fucking competitive for my own good." I shake
hands, smiling at him, "No  need to apologize, Logan, you are a much better
baseball player than me, just  like you said. I do think Albert's going to be
starting in centerfield  though." He shrugs, "Yeah, so do I. How come, all of a
sudden, that  guy comes out of his shell?" and Bud tells Logan the bull
shit story I told him  about the unfounded rumors hurting Albert's feelings,
and how because of that he  became a hermit last summer. The three of us
discuss it a little and before  we're done we're all feeling bad about the unfair
crap poor Albert had to put up  with last summer. Bud says, "And then worse
than rumors is the social media.  What a bitch that is for cyber bullying."


When Ryan hesitantly joins  us, both Freckles, aka Logan, and green eyes,
aka Bud, pat his shoulder saying  how unfair everyone was to him last summer.
Ryan glances at  me, then says, "Well, with Daniel's support I finally put
on my big boy pants  and decided to face the music, as unfair as it was." We
quickly get  off that awkward topic and talk about the baseball team, and
then the  four of us go off for another beer feeling okay about each  other.
We feel comfortable enough with one another that we do a little
ball-busting, like me calling Logan 'Freckles' and Bud telling Ryan and me  that since
meeting us two derelicts he's rethinking his liberal views  on fags. We're
all laughing at appropriate times and it's all good. These  two will tell
someone about what bullshit those rumors of  Ryan were, and that person tells
somebody else, and so on. It's obvious I'm  doing one hell of a job
rehabilitating Ryan's image here in Marietta,  Georgia. We're walking around the
huge back yard as more people join the  crowd and after three beers each we
spot another bar set-up on the opposite side  of the yard. By now the catering
people have fired-up the barbecue pits and  begun to cook. The smells drift
around enticingly. At this second bar we  run into my first fuck-buddy in
Marietta, Bradford Blake,  who's with my second Marietta fuck buddy, Tim
Dulson. It's like a high school  reunion with one arm hugs and handshakes all
around as if we've known each other  for years. The beers help that concept of
course. The four Marietta boys know  each other a little from going to the
same smallish high  school and graduating within a year or two of each other.
Bud and Bradford make  fun of Timmy's haircut and Tim's defense is, "Danny
has the same fucking  haircut, make fun of him, not me." That discussion
lasts about thirty seconds  and that takes care of the haircut talk.


Six of us now, and whenever I look at  Ryan he's beaming, finally accepted
by the guys and that makes me feel  good. What guy doesn't love hanging out
with peers and feeling  he belongs  Tim gets me aside, saying, "Last
Saturday night, Danny.  Remember?" I give his little shoulders a hug, saying, "How
the fuck could I  forget that, stud man?" He chuckles, "Yeah, I'm some stud
alright, ha ha, but  ya wanna do it again?" I go, "Yeah, sure, but where?"
He says, "Well, we  only need two or three minutes," and I do a couple fake
coughs to keep from  laughing. He's quite the romantic. Then I ask, "You
don't mean now, do you?" as  I'm glancing over at the other four guys who are
talking to a couple of girls.  Tim says, "Look," and I look where he's
pointing, as he goes, "My car's parked a  block from that stone wall. How about
it?" Surprising myself, I go, "Lead the  way," and he does, saying, "I wanted
to get to you before Brad did. He's  been talking about you." I go, "Oh,
yeah? What's he saying?" Tim gooses my  ass, "Brad says you have the sweetest
ass he's ever fucked, which naturally  made me feel like shit since he's been
fucking my ass regularly for some time  now." I go, "He's probably meant
except for your ass," and Tim goes, "No, he's  right, you do have a sweet ass."
He has the most innocent face. Grinning to  myself, I ask, "Have you ever
been in a church choir, Timmy?" He goes, "What the  fuck kind of question is
that? Why would you ask that?" I'm still grinning as we  walk, "Just
because. Were you?" He says, "Yeah, during middle school, why?" I  go, "You look
like a choirboy, that's all. A young cute choir boy?" He's  frowning at me,
"You northern gays are weird," and I chuckle, adding,  "You're cute, Tim,
alright?" he mutters, "I knew that already, smart-ass. Right  there, there's my
car."


We climb over the wall and walk out  onto a street. Cars are parked at the
curb, houses on both sides of the street.  He says, "All these cars belong
to people at the barbecue." I say, "Well, we  can't fuck here, numb nuts!" He
says, "Not here, dummy. There, in my mom's SUV."  He points to a van three
cars down. I look around, seeing no one on the street.  He hits his remote
key and the car beeps with the taillights blinking. We  walk down, Tim opens
the back and steps in. I look around one last time and  follow him inside
pulling the door closed behind me. After he turns on the dim  overhead light,
he's all business, "Drop those shorts and let me see that cute  pink
hairless pussy of yours," as he drops his and I gaze again at his limp two  inch
noodle. He wiggles it with two fingers while squeezing his normal-size  balls
with his other hand. "Suck a boner on me, Danny. We gotta make this  quick!"
I'll suck his little cock the way he sucked Brad's cock. Not on my  knees,
but bending at the waist. His pubic hairs cover half his cock so I push
then back with my fingers and lip his little cock into my mouth. Whoa, he has a
 bit of a raunchy smell around his groin and his cock is slippery with
perspiration, or something. He's cut naturally, and if anyone shouldn't  be
circumcised it's this boy.


My tongue moves all around the head  as my lips suck on the small shaft,
then I finger his balls into my mouth too  and hum on them making Tim giggle
and rub my head. I feel the head of his cock  swelling almost immediately and
when he's very erect the head is almost half his  whole boner. Naturally
it's sticks straight out from his pubic hairs. He  mumbles, "That felt good,
now turn around?" He said that last command like a  question. It's
disconcerting the way his voice inflection turns an imperative  sentence into a
interrogative one, but by now I know to go with the words, not  his voice
inflection. I turn around leaning over, and his cock goes right to my  asshole, then
the head's caught at the sphincter muscle just enough to slow it's
entrance for a split second, but Tim grunts and humps it in all the way so his
crotch is flat against my buttock. That little thing feel good in my ass. The
swollen smooth head is right on my prostate gland. I go, "Mmm, ooh, Timmy
boy,  that feels good." He's like, "I'm on my fuckin' toes. Can your scrunch
down a  little?" I bend my knees and he's like, "That's good, thanks." He
wraps his arm  around my waist and his hips start moving very fast. Oh my god,
I forgot how  good this feels as my cock bones-up almost as fast as Tim's
did. That hard  smooth cock head is always on some portion of my prostate
gland sliding on it  back and forth very fast.


His hips are moving at a very quick  pace and the stimulation on my
prostate is off the fucking charts. Trying  for cool, like this is routine for me,
I sarcastically ask, "Is this the fastest  speed you got?" Tim doesn't
bother answering. I suspect he's got one speed, a  run-away freight train speed.
Or in his case, a run away Lionel train. My  attempt at being blasé last
less than thirty seconds because the  building sensations coming off my
prostate are incredible. Plus, because  he's shorter than me, the shaft of his
boner is rubbing primarily on the bottom  of my anus creating a lot of friction
due to the speed of his thrusting. I'm  holding my breath trying not to make
an ass of myself moaning. Holy shit this  feels good! It's absurd but
awesome too. Timmy's grunting and moaning  squeezing his arm around me, the side
of his head against my back. He has  admirable rhythm as his hips keep
flying and I simply can't hold  my breath any longer so I gasp out a long moan,
"Aaaah, Timmy, feels good," and  I slowly lower my hands and get on all
fours." He doesn't let go of my waist and  he doesn't move his head as he lets
out one long moan of pleasure himself, and  we do our moans together now. I'm
less then two minutes I'm ready  to blow my load and I struggled to last
this long. Groaning and moaning my  brain is overwhelmed by the sexual
sensations from my prostate and anus. "Ooooh,  mmmm, ooh," and my orgasm has a hold
on me now and it's not gonna let go. I'm  gonna have an orgasm in record
time. I'm humping back into his fast thrust  grunting red in the face,
perspiration on my forehead as I go,  "Ooooh!" then squeal humping my hips fast like
a dog as four or five fast short  shots of cum fly out of my cock almost in
a spray. I'm tightening  my sphincter muscles, inside and out, increasing
the awesome sensations in  my rectum. Another shot of cum and he's fully on
my back now wildly humping. I'm  dizzy but I know when he has his orgasm
because it feels like someone poured an  enema of creamy, warm milkshake up my
ass. Jesus, what a load of cum that  was.


Tim's just laying limply on my  back now, moaning but not moving. My climax
is sizzling to a halt and then it's  just heavy breathing from me. Fuck,
that was more intense than last Saturday  night. My shoulders do a late
shudder and it's all just a memory now. Wow, that  was unexpected. I go, "Um,
Timothy, is it possible for you to get the fuck  off my back?" He slides off
giving my head a rough push. "How'd ya like that  fuck, hot shot?" I go, "Hot
shot? What the fuck?" He says, "You're submissive!  I'm not! I dominated your
ass just now! Fucked a big load outta your nuts." I  go, "Yeah, and in
record time. What was that, two minutes?" He stands as I'm  getting up, although
I can't fully stand because my head would hit the ceiling.  I go, "You're
an interesting little fuck-buddy, Timmy, but don't get ahead of  yourself.
You can't pull off 'dominant' with me, so give up that pipe dream."  He's
wiping his dick with what looks like a tea towel. I go, "Let me have  that," and
he hands it to me and buttons-up his shorts as I'm wiping my ass.  "How
much cum did you shoot up my ass?" He laughs, "A lot, and I'll tell you a
secret, you're the only guy I've ever fucked so I get overly excited about it."
Taking out my handkerchief I fold it in my jockey shorts to soak up his
pint of  cum that'll probably be drooling out of my ass all night.


Done fastening my shorts, Tim opens  the door as I say, "I'm the only
person you've fucked, huh. That's some  fucking secret, you told me that same
thing Saturday night." We hop out of the  SUV and damn, I feel good. He says,
"Oh, I told ya already, huh? I was drunk  then I guess." I put my arm across
his thin shoulders, saying, "You got yourself  a hot little sex toy there
between your legs, stud." He says, "It's not so  little." I go, "Merely a
figure of speech. I'm serious, that was some good  buddy-sex right there." After
hopping over the wall we walk back into the  extended yard of whoever is
throwing this party, he says, "Do you think Albert  will let me fuck him." I
say, "Probably not, how about Jeff?" Tim shakes his  head, "He said he's
Albert's boy exclusively." Well that's disappointing! I was  hoping to either
top or bottom for Jeff myself. I go, "Oh, well you have me.  I've only been
here two weeks so you, Jeff and Brad are the only gays guys I  know here in
town." He says, "Me too, and until you showed up the only gay boy I  knew was
Bradford and now that prick's interested in that middle aged man." I  say,
"He's not middle age, but he's in his thirties I'd guess." As we approach
the second bar, I go, "I'm gonna grab a couple of beers," and he says, "Get me
a  hard lemonade, okay?" I do that and as we're drinking and walking, I
ask, "Um,  how long do you think we were gone?" Tim says, "About six minutes,"
and he  laughs, "I fuck fast. Fastest cock in the south." The smallest too.
I go,  "Hey, there's the guys." Walking up behind Ryan I touch the back of
his neck  with the cold beer can. He jumps turning around, "Hey, thanks,
Danny, you got me  a beer." I go, "Sure thing, boss," and he continues the
discussion he was having  with Logan about playing centerfield.


Someone bumps my elbow when I go to  drink from my can of beer and some
spills on my shirt. I look over and green  eyes is grinning, saying, "Opps!"
Damn he's cute! I give him a 'look' and he  asks, "So, when you gonna blow me?"


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



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Donny  Mumford


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