Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2015 12:21:17 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION  Chapter  21

DYLAN'S  GEORGIA VACATION


Chapter  21


by  Donny Mumford




Ryan and I are hanging out with some hometown Marietta boys at  the
neighborhood barbecue/cook-out. This is my second Friday night in Georgia  and
quite a bit has changed in two weeks. Earlier tonight we met green eyed,
Jeffrey 'Bud' Morgan, and Logan Duran, previously known as Freckles. We're also
with Bible study boys, Timmy Dulson and Bradford Blake, and if the other
Jeff,  Jeffrey 'Chubby' Bell, shows up that'd be pretty much all the guys we
know here.  They seem like good guys, or 'boys' as people in the south
apparently call all  males under the age of a hundred. What Bud and Logan don't know
is that they've  hooked-up with four gay 'boys', not two like they thought.
And they also don't  know that Tim Dulson and I snuck off a little while
ago for a quickie fuck in  his SUV, and I do mean quickie. It was a worthwhile
two minutes for me though.  Right now I'm talking with Bud Morgan, who's
supposedly straight, but seems  strangely interested in boy on boy oral sex.
Huh, what a coincidence, I'm  interested in that too.


Everyone's had three or four beers and we're about ready to  get something
to eat. Bud and I are a couple of feet away from the other four  when he
asks, "So, when you gonna blow me, Danny?" I doubt he's serious, so I  reply,
"Ya gonna let me kiss you first?" He does his nervous laugh looking down  at
his feet, mumbling, "Maybe I will at that. You do have sexy lips." I go,
"You  sure you're not gay?" and he goes, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm not." I'm
like,  "Well, it's not nice for straight boys to tease gay boys, ya know." He
shrugs,  "Yeah, well, ya wanna get some barbecue?" Before I can answer
Ryan's got his arm  around my neck, saying, "What are you two whispering about?
Come on, guys, we're  getting some food. We're going back to that barbecue
pit near the front bar  where we came in." I ask, "Why there?" and he goes,
"I hear they're putting out  the best barbecue according to, and he points to
a group of guys and girls,  "That tall drink of water over there wearing
bib overalls without a shirt." Bud  laughs, "That's Sandy Dungan. Don't go by
anything he says about food. He likes  dog biscuits. Seriously, he eats
them."


As we start walking, Ryan ask, "Dog biscuits? What's wrong  with him." Bud
goes, "Well, he wears bib overalls without a shirt to start  with." Ryan and
me chuckle, then Ryan asks Bud, "Hey, do y'all know Jeff Bell?  Chubby
Bell." Bud nods, "Sure, why?" Ryan's like, "Just wondered. I met him and
thought he'd be here. You haven't seen him by any chance, have you?" Jesus,  could
he be any more obvious? I glance at Ryan who shrugs making a face at me
like...'I'm just asking'. Hmmm, maybe something special could be brewing between
 Jeff and Ryan after all. I know that Jeff formed an instant crush on Ryan.
 Ryan's flattered of course, so here's hoping. Hell, Jeff even asked Ryan
for his  specialty haircut, obviously to suck-up to him, and if that doesn't
indicate  love at first sight I don't know what would. Bud asks, "How do you
know, Bell?"  Ryan goes, "We're both starting outfielder's for the town
team, he's the right  fielder, and I'm the center fielder, so ya know." I'm
thinking, 'No, I don't  know.' Bud's curious, "Is Jeff on your 'other' team
too? The one only you and  Danny are on." I'm like, "Why do you ask?" He says,
"Because, um, there's been  speculations about him, that's all." Ryan asks,
"Any speculations about anybody  else?" Bud shrugs, "Not that I know of, but
I guess you could say that Timmy's a  bit fay, don't ya think?" I'm like,
"Fay? What's that?" and he says, "Fairy,  fag, he acts a little gay or girlie
sometimes." Ryan's disturbed, "I didn't  notice that," and Bud mumbles,
"I'm probably wrong. As far as I know you're the  only two gay boys in
Marietta." I go, "Yeah, and you seem very blasé about  Albert and me being gay." He
shrugs, "This is the twenty-first century, dude.  Sure, there's some good
ol' boys who are working with their granddaddy's  prejudices. Probably more
down here in Georgia than up in the super-liberal  northeast, but the trend is
definitely tilting your way in America." Ryan asks,  "How so?" and Bud
shrugs, "For one thing there are now thirty-five states that  recognize same sex
marriage." I go, "Thirty-five? How do you know that?" He  grins, "CNN." I
didn't know that. I ask, "Is Georgia one of the thirty-five  states." He
goes, "Nope," and smirks at me. Very cute guy. I didn't see any cute  guys my
first week here, or very few, but I'm ferreting them out. They can't  hide
from me for long.

Ryan and I exchange 'looks' as we get in line for dinner, or  supper, or
whatever it's called here. Maybe Ryan's making secret plans for us to  live in
another state, one where same sex couples can get married legally. Fuck!  I
really should stop kidding around about stuff like that. Robby and I
already  live in a liberal state, so fuck Georgia. I forget about that topic
because when  we get to the buffet it looks promising. There's barbecue chicken
and baby back  ribs, mac and cheese, corn on the cob in a pan of melted
butter, potato salad,  barbecue beans, corn bread, different kinds of salads, all
kinds of food. We  load our paper plates and join the other guys who are
eating standing, using a  stone wall as a table. Working my way through my
plate of food I'd have to say  some of it's pretty good, but over-all there's
nothing to go 'WOW' about.  Robby's father puts out a better barbecue if you
ask me, but then so do Chubby  and me. It's mostly what you're used to I
guess. For instance, I like a sweeter  barbecue sauce than this, not that I'm
not gonna eat everything on my plate. As  we're eating there's talk among the
Marietta boys of their high school  experiences, which isn't surprising
since they all went to the same high school  graduating within a year or two of
each other. They tell stories and laugh at  things that aren't actually
that funny as far as Ryan and me are concerned.  Stories of innocent pranks and
prat falls.Then we join in on the college  discussion with Logan bragging
on Duke University. I don't blame him. It sounds  like a cool school and
everybody knows what an elite basketball program they  have. Bud slips in some
comment about Virginia Tech and Ryan tells about some of  the frat parties
and mixers we've been to at Merrimack, and then us college guys  try telling
the most outlandish drunk stories we can come up with, exaggerating  and
fabricating our asses off. The recent high school graduates ask questions  about
college, and like I thought earlier, these guys are good ol' boys' who are
maybe a tad naive. Nice guys though and it's kinda cool hearing their soft
southern drawl. Logan asks, "Where 'bouts is Merrimack college?" and Ryan
tells  him, greatly exaggerating the size of our campus.


Everyone except Ryan and me goes back for seconds in the food  line. I'm
like, "Well, Albert, what do you think of this neighborhood party  now?" He's
like, "Not bad at all, and nothing remotely like last  summer's disaster
when I sat with my parents through it all. Um, how do you  do it?" "How do I do
what?" Ryan shrugs, "Make friends so easily. You seem  to know just what to
say and right away you're one of the good ol' boys, y'all."  I chuckle,
"Well, y'all can do it too. Just be yourself." He shakes his head, "I
freeze-up or something. Man, you squashed the shit out of that thing about me  and
Zeke last summer too. A couple of sentences and everybody's like, 'Oh, my
mistake, sorry 'bout that'. Ha, it's amazing!" I grin at him, but now that
he's  mentions it I'm not at all sure how I did it either. Just a smile and a
little  BS and the guys are like, 'Oh, we wondered about Albert,' and that
was it. I  guess it's not all that surprising though. I mean, none of them
know this Zeke  person and the rumors of master/slave antics they've heard
about were second or  third hand... information started by an unknown source.
Plus, to the average  person a master/slave relationship sounds pretty
outlandish and therefore hard  to believe in the first place. Then they meet me and
Ryan, knowing we're  gay, but apparently deciding we're normal gay guys.
Heh heh, whatever they think  a normal gay is like, and they're willing to
believe any explanation. Bottom  line: my BS explanation is easier to believe
than the rumors about  Ryan/Albert.

I say to Ryan, " Whatever, everyone's past those rumors of  last summer and
now they'll pass on what I've told them. You and I become just  part of the
landscape. And, anyway, who knows what secrets each of them have."  He
goes, "Yeah, especially Timmy and Brad." I mumble, "And Jeff Bell, with whom
you seem intrigued." Ryan's like, "You're jealous," and I go, "Not really, but
 maybe just a little." He smirks, "Good, be jealous all you want." I ask,
"What  about Tim? You've had this big crush on him since last summer." He
shrugs,  "Well, I've decided you and Bud are right... he is a bit girlie. I'll
let you  have him, and I'll take Jeff Bell so we both have side-sex buddies.
Jeff thinks  I'm the 'man'." Oh, so this is what it's come to: I get Ryan's
rejects. He goes,  "I like the way Jeff's always sucking up to me, and he
has a pretty sweet ass  too. Not as sweet as your's though," and he rubs my
head grinning at me. Ryan's  looking awfully sexy tonight. I stare at him,
then say, "Do you think, ya know,  we could walk over to the house and...?"
Ryan's eyes light up, but he's looking  over my shoulder, not at me. Then he's
smiling and doing the finger wiggle  for someone to come to him. I look over
my shoulder seeing a big smile on Jeff  Bell's face as he jogs towards us.
Towards Ryan actually... he isn't even  looking at me. What's wrong with that
hick anyway? He ignores me like I'm not  even here.


Jeff stands right next to Ryan, "Hi, Albert, I've been looking  all over
for you." Ryan rubs Jeff's scalped head, saying, "Hi Chubby, ya didn't  look
hard enough, did ya?" Jeff goes, "Guess not," then asks, "Can I get you
anything, Albert?" and Ryan says, "Yeah, get me a beer, and one for Daniel too."
 Jeff mumbles, "Oh, hi, Danny," then to Ryan, "Where's everybody at?" Ryan
goes,  "They're getting another plate of food," and Jeff says, "Yeah, I'm
starving." Ryan's like, "You need to get the beers first, then get in line
for  your supper." Jeff nods his head, hesitates like he wants to say
something, but  glances at me and goes, "Two beers, coming up," and he's off,
jogging again. I  look at Ryan and he goes, "What?" I ask, "How many times have
you fucked him  already?" Ryan smiles, "None of your business," and I'm like,
"It's my business  if you get sexually satisfied fucking him and you neglect
me." He shakes his  head, "How many times has Timmy fucked you?" I go, "Why
do you assume he has?"  Ryan chuckles, "Oh, only because you had a guilty
conscience and told me he  did." Frowning, I mumble, "He has a two inch
dick." Ryan laughs, "Yeah,  riiiight, a two inch cock. Will you stop that!" I'm
like, "For chrissakes, you  saw it!" Brad, Tim, and Bud return with full
plates, arguing about  something.


They put their paper plates on the wall with Brad saying,  "Logan was told
by his sweetie that he has to go now." Ryan says, "It's like  nine o'clock,"
and Tim shrugs, "Yeah, he's pussy-whipped bad by his girlfriend.  She might
as well put a dog collar on him." I glance at Ryan, who's smirking at  me
as he touches his neck, then subtly points at me. Thinking about wearing
Ryan's dog collar again makes my dick move in my pants. It's a very submissive
thing wearing your dom's dog collar. Ya kinda know your place with a  dog
collar on. Jesus! That thought gives me a boner. I bite my bottom lip
staring at Ryan, thinking, 'I'll bet Jeff wouldn't wear one.' Then Jeff shows up
with the beers and after putting them down he does the one arm  hug greeting
with a couple of the guys, muttering,  "Dude, wassup?" Huh, a couple of
these guys are already suspicious that  Jeff's gay and now they'll see him
hanging close to Ryan. Bud exchanges 'looks'  with me and I shrug like, 'I know
nothing'.


Jeff Bell gets in line for food and I discover these good ol'  boys have no
shortage of conversation so there are no awkward silences as they  eat.
Hell, they talk with their mouths full. As Jeff wiggles in next to Ryan  with
his plate of food, Brad's got a joke. He goes, "There's these  two Irish
lads, Shamus and Murphy who both want a couple of pints, but  they're short on
money. Murphy's got an idea. He buys a large sausage at the  butcher shop
with his last Euro and takes it into the pub with Shamus where he  orders two
pints of Guinness and two glasses of Jameson whiskey. Shamus is  like... well
now you've lost it! We can't pay for this!... Murphy says he's got a  plan.
They down their drinks, then Murphy says... I'll stick this sausage  through my
fly and you pretend you're sucking my pecker. Shamus gets on his  knees and
sucks the sausage and the bartender goes berserk throwing  both of them out
on their asses without them paying for anything. They  continue with this
routine pub after pub until Shamus says... I can't go on. I'm  drunk and me knees
are sore from kneeling on the floor, and the sausage is  leaking... Murphy
says.. Yea, I'm drunk too, but lets do a few more pubs. Oh, by  the way, I
lost the sausage at the second pub." Some snickers from the guys  as Jeff grabs
his crotch staring at Ryan. The punch line was obvious from  the word
'sausage'.


Finished their second plates of food, Brad and Bud dump their  paper plates
in the trash barrel and drift away to get beers, and I suppose  to see who
else is here. Ryan says, "I'll stick here until Jeff finishes  eating. We'll
catch up with you guys in a couple of minutes." Apparently Tim and  I are
dismissed, so I go, "We'll be near the second bar, okay?" Tim sticks close
to me as we wander around sipping the last of our cans of beer. I light a
cigarette as Tim's pointing out other guys he knows, telling me something
about  each one. None of them interest me so I'm not paying much attention.  The
guys he's pointing to are all average to below average looking and none  of
them register on my brain's cute-o-meter. I'm thinking about Bud and how
he's going to be just like Dog... a big cock tease who's cock I'll never get to
 suck. Looking back to where we ate I don't see Ryan or Jeff. "Hey, Tim,
did you  see where Albert and Jeff went?" Tim shrugs, "No, I wasn't paying
attention to  them. Look at that boy. Wouldn't you love to get in bed with
him?" I'm frowning,  "Who's that?" then I'm like, "They  were suppose to catch
up with us." Tim's waving his hand at my exhaled smoke,  saying, "Albert's
with Jeff so they're probably doing 'it' somewhere. You wanna do it again,
Danny?" I mumble, "Maybe later, lets  see if we can find them."


We wander around while talkative Timmy's telling me much more  than I need
to know about him and Bradford. Then, well okay, I see Ryan and Jeff  Bell
sitting with their parents at the same table Logan's parents were at
earlier. I mumble to Tim, "Guess they're not 'doing it' after all." He  shrugs, "If
not now, they will later." Dumb little fucker! I mutter, "You don't  know
shit." As soon as we walk up to the table, Ryan's mother says to Jeff's
parents, "Here are the other two of Albert's boys," and we get introduced.
Ryan's father looks like he's just about to fall asleep except he has his hand
around a cup of brown liquid, and so does Mr. Bell. There's apparently
liquor on  the premises now, but I am not getting involved with that. Ryan's
beaming again  as he gets Tim, Jeff, and me standing in a line, with him getting
between Jeff  and me. We all have our arms cross the shoulders of the guys
next to us. Life  long friends... ha! The purpose of this is so both mothers
can take pictures of us  with their cell phones. Pictures showing the barber,
Ryan, and his three stooges  with hung-ho marine haircuts, ones that he
gave us. The mothers are  chuckling and shaking their heads like they can't
believe three of us have these  haircut. Ryan looks at the pictures on his
mother's cell phone grinning and  pointing out, "First it was just Danny, then
Jeff was next and lastly Tim. My  boys!" He sits down, saying, "And the three
of them are getting fresh  haircuts tomorrow morning too." Mrs. Bell says,
"Last summer Jeff had a shaved  head for awhile so this is an improvement
over that. How'd you learn to cut  hair, Albert?" As Ryan explains how he
learned on-line, Mr. W. offers Mr. Bell a  cigar and they light up with their
wives frowning and bitching about the cigar  smoke.


The mothers ask us guys personal questions like mothers do,  and we provide
evasive answers until eventually the four of us manage  to escape saying we
need another beer. The mothers have obvious comments  about that, "Don't
over do it with the beer! You boys have had enough already."  As we drift away
Mr. W. glances at his wife, then drains the cup of brown  liquid. I'm
thinking that look of Mr. Wilcox meant something like, "We're  leaving!" Anyway,
Ryan tells Tim and me, "Jeff and I need to get something at  the house.
We'll see you guys later," and just like that they're gone. Tim  elbows my side,
muttering, "Told ya." I look at them walking away thinking that  Jeff's
walking too close to Ryan. Fuck it, I am a little jealous I guess. And  Ryan's
a prick to walk away like that. Tim sarcastically says,  "Whatever could
they need at the house?" I give him a dirty look, and he goes,  "Come on,
Danny, I'm gonna do you again. Get your mind off Albert," and he  smacks my ass.
What the fuck? I walk along side Tim without thinking much about  it, mostly
re-thinking how cool and ballsy Ryan was to just basically tell me  he's
gonna fuck Jeff now. What I'm wondering about is why Ryan didn't set up a
three-way with him, me, and Jeff. Or a four-way with all of us. He's in-charge
and could have organized that easily. That'd be the fair thing to do. Now
I'm  pissed-off picturing Ryan's big cock going up Jeff's ass instead of
mine. Then I  realize Tim and I are walking out of the yard through the trees
again and onto  the street. I look at him as he clicks the automatic key and
his SUV beeps. He  opens the back door, saying, "Get your ass in there." I
ask, "Is this how Brad  acts when he's gonna fuck you?" Tim smiles, and he is
a cute guy, "Yep, I'm  Bradford tonight, and you're me." Getting in I think
of his two nip rings and  that tattoo between his nipple. I gotta believe
that choir boy face of his is  hiding some secrets.

It's the same thing as two hours ago, except before I  suck his dick again,
Tim is considerate enough to wipe his little pecker really  well with a
Handi-wipe he got from the front seat. As he's giving his cock and  balls a
good cleaning, he mumbles, "This bad boy's been up your ass already  today so
I'm cleaning him before you suck a boner on me." I'm standing here with  my
pants down watching him, asking, "Does Bradford know we're screwing?" Tim
looks up, "Sure, why not. He wanted to hear all the details too. Said it got
him  horny so I asked if I could do him. He just laughed at that, and then
spanked  the shit out of me. I almost shot off in my britches." I frown, "He
spanks you  with your pants on?" One last swipe of the Handi-wipe and he
drops it, saying,  "That time he did because he wanted to watch me cum in my
pants. I've done that  before." "From getting spanked?" He goes, "Yep. It's my
fetish, dude, and it's  not as goofy a fetish as yours. Who cums in their
pants from getting a  haircut. That's sick!" I'm like, "And climaxing from
getting spanked isn't sick  I suppose." He says, "No, it's not and you know
it's not. It's a sub/dom thing  and you're submissive as all get out so I'll
bet you'd liked me to give  your ass a hard spanking too." I go, "That's
ridiculous and anyway I should be  fucking you." He twirls his finger at the side
of his forehead, mumbling, "Who's  being ridiculous now. Bend over and suck
my cock."

It really shouldn't be called a cock, but I want to suck  it anyway and I
want to feel that freaky sensation on my prostate again  too. So, thinking
about Ryan's big cock going in and out of Jeff's ass, I do  what I'm told.
Bending over I put both his dick and balls in my mouth and move  my tongue over
them while sucking on the root of his dick with my lips, my nose  is
against his damp groin, which is feeling scratchy as his pubic hairs have  started
to grow out. It makes me think of Billy from New York City's who had his
pubic hairs electrolyzed and gone forever. As I'm slurping on Tim's  little
dick the same way he slurped on Brad's cock in the garden shed,  Tim's
rubbing his fingers in my short hair, saying, "That feels good, Danny.  You're an
awesome cock sucker. Heh heh, not that I've had much experience  getting my
cock sucked considering you're the only person on earth who's done  it." He
talks so much his words become background noise to which I pay little
attention. His cock gets hard really fast, just like it did earlier. I keep
sucking and licking on it even after it's another hard little boner. He's
squirming and moving his feet a little grunting and noisily exhaling. When I
taste a good drool of precum I back off his cock and straighten up looking at
his two inch boner shiny with spit, hard as a spike sticking defiantly
straight out. He gasps, "Fuck! You almost made me cum! Oh man, okay... turn
around now?" As I do that he's going, 'Wheeew, that felt good!" His boner goes
right up my ass. I'm leaning over holding onto the back of a seat. "Lower,
Danny," so I bend my legs a little and he starts fucking me at his normal
full speed ahead and within fifteen seconds I'm sucking air in through  my
clenched teeth absorbing brilliant sensations coming from my  prostate. It's
almost too much stimulation and I get to squirming  and grunting right away.


Tim's holding my hips, exasperatingly asking, "Do you have to  move around
so fucking much?" I can only moan, "Aaaaah, ooooh, fuck that feels  good."
It doesn't even last as long as the earlier fuck before my hips hump and  a
small squirt of cum shoots out from my boner splashing against the back of
the  back seat, but Timmy's not 'off' yet so he keeps plugging away. After
climaxing I can hardly stand the continued constant stimulation right on my
prostate and I'm grunting and holding my breath. Then, after another minute
of  agonizing over-stimulation on my prostate gland, thank god he's against
me  grunting and humping against by butt cheeks, and I suppose climaxing. I
don't  feel it and it doesn't feel nearly as sloppy and slippery in my rectum
as  last time. When he pulls out though some creamy substance drools out
with his  little spike and runs down and under to the back of my scrotum. He
goes, "Holy  shit! I love doing that. Wish it lasted a little longer. When
Brad fucks me  we go for five minutes or more." I'm straightening up as much
as I can in this  SUV, saying, "You went almost five minutes, what the fuck
you complaining  about. Get me one of those Handi-wipes." As he's doing that,
he asks, "How'd it  feel. Did you like it?" I go, "Well, what the fuck do
you want me to say, I did  it with you twice tonight, so whaddaya think?" He
laughs, "You really get  turned-on when I fuck you, don't you?" I shrug,
muttering, "It's a very unique  experience."


I'm wiping my ass with the Handi-wipe as Tim's watching me,  saying, "I
wish I had another guy to fuck. Not that I don't like your ass  because I do. I
just want to see if another guy gets as turned-on as you  get when I'm
fucking you." I grin, "They will, take my word for it." We pull our  pants up
and Tim sticks his head out the back door, mumbling, "All clear," and  we hop
out. My prostate is quickly getting somewhat back to normal, and I do  enjoy
these little quickies, so I give Tim's shoulders a hug. He looks at me, "I
notice you're not calling my cock 'little' anymore. We're a good match,
Danny.  You like my cock up your ass and I like fucking your ass. We got all
summer  too." I mutter, "That we do," as we walk back through the trees, then
through  the neighbor's back yard. He asks, "Would you like me to act more
dominant when  I'm fucking you? I can spank the shit outta ya if you want. Or
punish you in  some way like you've been a bad boy, shit like that. I aim
to please you 'cause  this is a whole new world for me." I roll my eyes,
mumbling, "No, you're doing  fine," and I pull a cigarette out of my pack. Tim
says, "I wish you wouldn't  smoke! I hate the smell." Lighting my cigarette,
I mumble, "Tell somebody who  gives a shit, Timmy." I'm blowing smoke in his
face and he's waving at it  chuckling, "Hey, I'm suppose to be the dominant
sex partner." He's alright,  so I rub his head, asking, "You get any shit
at home about this haircut?" He  shakes his head, "Nope, why would I?" Why
indeed?


We find Bradford at a table playing liars poker with three  guys. Liar's
poker is a game where you use the serial number on dollar bills for  your
poker 'hand'. The object is to guess how many 'eights', for example, appear  on
everyone's dollar bills added together. That's your bid... a game of luck and
good guessing. You start off knowing only how many of a certain number you
have  on your bill, then from what other guys bid you form an idea how many
of that  number might be on everyone's dollar. The trick is bluffing: say
you start off  bidding 'ten twos' when you don't have any twos on your dollar
bill. That throws  everyone off right from the start. There's a stack of
empty beer cans at the end  of the picnic-type table so I know these guys have
been drinking steadily and  some of them are probably drunk. Brad asks,
"Danny, do you know how to play  liars poker?" I go, "Yeah, I have kind of a
vague idea how it works. Mind if I  sit in?" He goes, "Nope," and Tim says,
"I'll get us a beer, Danny. Do you need  one, Bradford?" He mumbles, "Yeah,
thanks," then looks at me and smirks, asking,  "Tim taking care of you, is he?"
One of the other guys says, "Are we playing, or  not?" I sit down taking my
money out and sorting out the one dollar bills as  Brad points at each guy,
saying, "That's Matthew, Tony, and Squirrel. He's  Danny." Tony asks,
"You're working at Lockheed-Martin, right?" I nod my head,  "Yeah," and he says,
"I saw you at Bible study with the Wilcox kid." I look  at him shrugging,
and Brad starts the bidding,"Seven sevens," and we're off  and running. It
doesn't take more than two hands to know Matthew and Squirrel  are too drunk to
play, and it's like taking candy from a  baby.


Tim comes back with the beers and stands behind me watching  the game and
seeing how I play. He should be taking notes because, before I even  finish
my beer, I'm up twenty dollars. Squirrel runs out of money  and leaves
mumbling we're all cheating, and Tim sits in the game. He's not  drunk but he's
not too bright either, and apparently learned very little from  watching me
play. He quickly loses all the one dollar bills he has on him.  Another guy,
who doesn't get introduced, but seems to know some of the guys,  sits down.
He proceeds to help out by losing all his money in fifteen  minutes. Brad and
I seem like the only ones who know that bluffing, and being  able to add in
our heads are the two necessary ingredients for success. I  get some lucky
breaks along the way too, so I'm 'up' more than Brad,  but we're the only
two who are winning. There are four or five guys  standing around the game now
hooting and hollering when one of the players gets  challenged and doesn't
come close to making his bid, so he has to pay all  the players. There are
seven guys in the game now and when someone loses  all his money there seems
to always be another guy willing to give Brad and me  dollar bills.


Whenever we need a beer Brad sends Tim, who's back in his  submissive role
now that Brad's in-charge again. Fine with me. I'm up about  forty-five
bucks when Ryan and Jeff walk up looking sexually satisfied, or am I
projecting? I look into Jeff's eyes briefly and he seems to shrink against Ryan  who's
beaming again. He's been beaming a lot lately. I should be happy about
that since it was my goal to get him integrated into a peer group somehow.  The
trouble is I've underestimated how jealous I am about Jeff. Didn't see that
 coming and can't seem to be able to do anything about it. I've got some
pride  though so I don't even look at Ryan, and then worry I'm being childish.
My  expectation was to gain maturity by handling myself in this unknown
environment.  It seems though Ryan's become very desirable and therefore  my
jealousy, which in turn has regressed my maturity back to when I was  green
with envy in the early days of Robby's, Ryan's, and my threesome.  That passed
fairly quickly, but it wasn't pleasant going through it and now I  find
myself in the same position except Ryan's playing the part of Robby, Jeff's
playing the part of Ryan, and I'm playing the part of jealous me... again.
Balls!


Jeff wants to play some liars poker so he sits in, Ryan's  leaning over
with a hand on Jeff's shoulder, cupping Jeff's ear and whispering  advice to
him. What I know, and Jeff doesn't know is the small matter of Ryan  sucking
at liars poker. Jeff loses about ten rounds in a row and then wins one  pot
of seven dollars and him and Ryan high five and hug. Really? Then a couple
of hands later Jeff bids and the three guys between Jeff and me pass. I
challenge him knowing he can't possibly make his bid. He loses again, giving
Ryan a accusatory 'look' with Ryan saying, "Danny got lucky challenging  that
hand." I shrug and we play on until a Baptist church minister begins making
the rounds shaking hands. The Bible study boys slip away and now there
aren't  enough guys to make a game of it. Game's over with me winning over sixty
bucks,  so it's all good.


Tim, Jeff, Ryan, and me sit at the table drinking beer  with Ryan and me
smoking. Tim smirks while pushing a finger in and out of  his fist, asking
Jeff, "How was it?" Oh my god, could he be any  more  childish?!  Jeff says,
"Mind your own fucking business, Timmy. I could ask  you the same thing." And
Tim looks at me, then grins, saying, "Ask Danny how it  was. He'll tell ya,
won't ya, Danny?" and Ryan frowns at me. I mutter, "Grow the  fuck up you
two," and Ryan snaps, "Enough! Stop the bickering, all three of  you!" and it
hits home loud and clear that Ryan's firmly established that he's
in-charge. The three of us frown at Ryan's admonishment and keep our mouths  shut.
Who's your daddy now?! I want so badly to ask, 'Who died and make you  boss,
Albert?' but I don't because among the four of us there's no question  who's
the boss. I mean in Jeff's and Tim's minds, so I'd look stupid if I  tried
contradicting Ryan's status. They're younger than Ryan and me so they
naturally look up to the older guy. It used to be me back home, but these hicks
chose Ryan for some reason. Maybe because he lives here and I'm an outsider.
Ryan says, "Come on, we're gonna walk around. What time is it, Danny?" I
check my wristwatch, and mutter, "Almost eleven." He says, "One more beer and
 we're turning in for the night. I want you two," pointing at Tim and Jeff,
"At  my house nine o'clock sharp tomorrow morning for your haircuts." They
both nod  their heads, mumbling, "Okay, Albert," and I can't help myself, I
adjust my  crotch because Ryan's gotten so cool with his bossiness lately.
He's so casual  about being our leader. He squeezes the back of my neck,
grinning and asking,  "You're not pouting are you?" I fake a smile, "Nah, why
would I pout,  Albert?"


The caterers have almost everything shut down by now except  there's still
a bartender at the front entrance bar. So we go there seeing  lots of people
filing out the gate on their way home. There are also a group of  guys
sitting on the wall we used as a table earlier. They're drinking and  talking
with loud laughter, obviously drunk. The bartender tells us, "We're  closed,
boys," and Ryan says, "One last round and we won't bother you anymore."  The
guys shrugs, like it's not his beer. He fishes four cans of beer out of an
ice tub that's mostly icy water by now, and says, "That it! And don't drink
those beers around here." We mumble 'thanks' and follow Ryan back to one of
the  round tables near where his parents were at earlier. We sit down and
talk mostly  about tonight, minus the sex. You know, what different guys did,
said, or ate,  whatever. Basically talking behind guy's backs picking on
little flaws, like  Logan being pussy whipped, and the drunks at the liars
poker game, and the kid  who had a humongous sneezing fit in the food line with
people around him  avoiding dishes in his vicinity. Shit like that,
laughing and then some ball  breaking comments among ourselves. I feel okay by the
time we've finished our  beers and Ryan and I are walking towards our house
with Tim and Jeff walking  through the trees towards Tim's SUV. There
weren't any kisses goodnight or  anything like that. Mostly pats on the back and,
"See y'all in the  morning."


I take a deep breath, glad to be with Ryan again and thinking  I
over-reacted earlier with the jealousy. I'm actually not all that  jealous. As a hint
for Ryan, the back of my hand bumps his hand a couple of  times and he
smiles taking my hand and we hold hands going up the long driveway  to the house.
Ryan says, "You were right again, Danny. That turned out to be a  fun time.
Putting my paranoia aside, those guys are totally okay. I fucked-up  last
summer, but I'm making up for it this summer. With your help of course." I
say, "You don't give yourself enough credit, Albert." He squeezes my hand,
mumbling, "Maybe not, you may be right. I need to admit it sure feels good
the  way you, Tim, and Jeff look up to me. I didn't know I had it in me." I
say,  "It's like Rob last summer. Once he realized he was doing a good job
leading our  landscaping crew, he gained a lot of confidence the same way you
have." He nods,  "I always hoped some day to show leadership qualities. I'm
finally coming into  my own, huh?" I go, "Looks that way, boss." It's easy to
see I mean much more to  Ryan than Jeff. I feel dumb being jealous and I
plan on keeping my jealousy  to myself from now on.


We go inside the house turning off the outdoor lights and  locking up as we
go. Going upstairs, I hate myself for asking, but do it  anyway, "Do you
think we can, Albert? You and me before bed?" He takes a deep  breath, "Can it
wait until the morning, Danny? Please, I'm kinda wiped-out." I  don't say
anything, so he adds, "We'll shower together at least. Okay?" I nod my  head
as we go into his bedroom. He locks the bedroom door, saying, "A quick
shower so we don't need to take one in the morning. Um, how much did you drink
tonight?" I shrug, "Too much," and he goes, "It'll be sexier hotter when
we're  both sober tomorrow morning. You can come down and we'll have sex in my
bed. I  know you like that." I nod and shrug, acting a little petulant.  He
says, "Good, set your alarm for eight and come down and wake me. I'll take
care  of all your sexual needs, I promise." Ignoring that, I get my arms
around his  neck and rub noses with him. His skimpy mustache feels so sexy on
my upper lip.  We kiss with him putting his arms around me tightly and it
feels so good. I  don't care if he fucked Jeff two or three times, he needs to
fuck the one he  claims he loves.



Our make-out gets hot and Ryan ends-up pulling me over onto  his bed with
me groveling on his hot body, humping my hips lightly against  his, getting
incredibly aroused. Ryan wrestles me under him, then lifting his  head,
murmurs, "Isn't it nice we've become lovers?" I look into his amazingly
eye-lens-enhanced blue eyes nodding my head, and he goes, "Ya know  something?
You've actually been in love with me for months although you wouldn't  let
yourself admit it. I saw it in your eyes, your beautiful readable eyes.  Didn't I
tell you way back, two years ago, that we're the perfect couple? We  give
each other what we both want sexually and over the last couple of  weeks we've
slipped comfortably into our sub/dom roles in everyday life  too. It's
perfect." He grins and pinches my nose, "I kinda knew once you  gave yourself a
chance to see how perfect a couple we are for a few weeks,  just the two of
us, you'd agree with me. And like mother said, we're a cute  couple too,"
and he grins, adding, "Especially you." He traces his finger down  my nose and
around my lips, murmuring, "Sexy eyes and sexy lips," then he gently
pushes his finger in my mouth and rubs my tongue, quietly saying, "You're my
loving submissive lover." He's so sure of himself I feel the submissive cloud
descending making me feel so relaxed in a dreamy-safe sexual way. It makes
me  shudder a little. Ryan says, "Suck my finger, baby," and I suck on it as
he  murmurs, "The past two weeks have been far and away the best two weeks
of my  life, and it's mostly because of you." Then he pulls his finger out
and traces a line of saliva around my face, whispering, "I just never know
how much dominance is safe to show you. You've always been eager for it, much
 like I used to be, and I want to make you feel good all the time, but
without  overdoing it. It's a delicious feeling though, isn't it?" I can't even
nod my  head I'm so hypnotized, or paralyzed, or something.


He slides down my body and pulls my shorts down past my ass.  My boner pops
up and lays off to the side slightly, not hard enough yet to stick
straight up. Ryan strokes it tightly a few times and then takes his own boner  out
through the fly of his shorts and strokes it. It's big with dried cum
remnants from his earlier fucks with Jeff. If he puts it in my mouth I'll  climax
immediately, but he pushes the head against my asshole instead and  with a
hump of his hips it's inside me. Cum residue from Tim fucking me helps  it
slide past my sphincter muscles. Without pushing it further in,  Ryan says,
"Oooh, you naughty boy, I feel Tim's cum in your ass," and for  some stupid
reason I blush a dark red, muttering, "I'm sorry,"  and get so pissed at
myself for saying that because it caused most of my  delicious submissive trance
to vanish into the thin air it came from, like a  mist.  Ryan shakes his
head, "No, it's alright. As long as I'm fucking Jeff  you can have a side-sex
buddy too." He pulls the head of his cock out and then  humps it right back
in, murmuring, "I love doing that." With most of  my trance gone, I ask,
"How come you didn't do both Jeff and I in a  three-way?" He goes, "I asked
Jeff to do that, but he's too new at it. He's feel  too self conscious. I did
suggest it though, just so you know." I nod my  head as Ryan grins, adding,
"Fucking Jeff is an ego trip for me, pure and  simple. It's means nothing to
me though, not compared to our sex." I mutter,  "Yeah, but you didn't even
want to do it with me tonight, not until I attacked  you." he grins, "Attack
any time you want. It shows me you need and want me.  Anyway, I admit I was
wrong to put you off until tomorrow. I'm the one who's  sorry." Well, I feel
better about things after hearing that. Ryan takes the head  of his boner
out of my ass and plugs it right back in again as my  back arches and I moan,
"Ahhh, ooh, fuck.

Ryan goes, "That feels good,"  then asks, "We good, babe?" and I nod my
head trying not to grin, but I do  anyway, mumbling, "Yeah, Albert, we're
good." He smiles pulling the hard head of  his cock out of my ass again, saying,
"Okay then, get off  the bed and put your dog collar on. We almost forgot
that. Buckle it tight or  I'll do it for you." Oh fuck, I gulp then doing what
I'm told, pulling up my shorts  while walking to the bureau. My anus
quivers as my shoulders do their familiar  shudder. Taking the dog collar out of
the drawer I buckle it very tightly around  my neck feeling the submissive
mist returning. I almost feel dizzy as Ryan says,  "Let me check it, babe." I
lean over and he gets his finger between the dog  collar and my neck,
muttering, "That'll do," and pulls me onto the bed with a  finger through the dog
collar ring. I fall on the bed face first. He  turns me over with his bicep
muscles bulging. With me on my back Ryan pulls my  shorts and underpants
down and off one leg, then gets between my legs spreading  them wide, "Keep
your legs spread like this and scrunch your pussy up for me to  mount." As soon
as I do that he forces his cock all the way up my ass this time.  I'm
grimacing wanting to take it without complaining, but it still hurts  going in
quickly like that, so I grunt, "Oooh, ooow, mmm," with my Adam's  apple
getting caught under the dog collar making me gag. Lifting my head  moves the
collar to a more comfortable position. Ryan's on his knees, but  they're spread
as he leans over, pulling out some of his boner leaning  forward to give me
a kiss on the lips, murmuring, "It hurts less each  time though, doesn't
it?" I grunt, "Yeah," and he straightens up pushing  his boner back in tightly
as I hold my breath again.


When his groin is tight against my buttocks he humps  against it a few
times, saying, "The sooner you get used to taking it all at  once, right up your
ass in one thrust, the better. It's an awesome feeling for  me so that's
how I'm doing you from now on. You'll wear my dog collar buckled  tightly, and
me thrusting my entire eight inch fat boner up your ass. Got it?" I  nod my
head getting the dog collar stuck on my Adam's apple again. There's pain
throbbing inside me so my back arches again, veins bulging in my neck as I
groan, then fifteen seconds later I cautiously let my held breath out  as
things begin sorting themselves out in my rectum. It's like my ass  knows
Ryan's big cock by now and quickly adjusts. Another ten seconds, feeling  totally
dominated by Ryan, I murmur, "Mmmm, feels so good to me now too, Albert.
Really good." He smiles, "That's my boy," and smacks the side of my left butt
 cheeks, then starts thrusting his cock, his hips moving quickly creating
sexy sizzling sensations in my ass as I tighten my buttocks muscles and
arch my back again, moaning with sexual pleasure now, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, mmmm,
ooh." Each quick tight drive of his hard cock feels so good, each thrust
feeling  better than the one before it. When the big swollen head slides over my
prostate my shoulders shudder, then the moving shaft is big enough to give
some minor stimulation too, and it's an oh-so-nice feeling having seven
inches  of shaft sliding over my hot button while giving my prostate a  little
reprieve momentarily, and then here comes the swollen head sliding  against
it again and I'm like, "Aaaah, Albert, ooh mmmm," then it happens all  over
again, and again and again until I'm shivering with sexual pleasure. The
shaft is fat enough to tightly stretch my anus stimulating the nerve ending
there creating the friction that keeps those sexy nerve endings buzzing
deliciously without a let up.


It's six, seven, eight, nine minutes of unbelievable sexual  pleasure.
There's no sounds of males fucking because his cock is coming through  his fly
and his shorts deadens the sound of him smacking into my buttocks.  There is
a subtle wet sucking sound though as his engorged cock goes back and  forth
in my rectum. The last three or four minutes I've been writhing with
pleasure on the mattress pulling Ryan's pillow over my face for something  to bite
on as my body's shuddering with a fast moving climax coming on me now  and
then I squeal, my body stiff and me lifting my back off the bed, sputtering,
 as a ten inch shot of cum streaks out, then two shorter ones, all three
streaking up my stomach and laying there shiny and wet. It's all the spunk my
 balls could come up with for my third orgasm of the night, but it felt
spectacular and I'm still shaking as Ryan leans over me humping against my
buttocks shooting a short load of creamy spunk up my ass. Then he lays on me
gasping, his cock pulling out of me. My arms go around his back and we lay
together, a little sweaty and grungy from our night at the cookout, and then
 there's the various sex acts we've had with others and each other. The
sides of  our faces are together as we breath deeply and then finally lay
calmly,  Ryan on top of me.


He lifts his head, smiling, "I guess Timmy left something for  me to enjoy
after all, baby. That was wonderful and it gets me really high  seeing how
aroused you get. Like I told you, you and me are perfect for each  other." I
say, "Timmy and his two inch dick," and he laughs out loud. "Will you  stop
saying that, Danny. You make me laugh every time you say it. He's probably
got a bigger dick than mine." I almost yell  "You saw his  two inch dick!"
Ryan mutters, "Well I don't remember seeing it, and I don't  believe it
either  Now, is it okay if we take a shower?" I nod, and we  get up with me
taking my shorts and underwear off where they're wrapped around  my right ankle.
Walking into his bathroom Ryan's grinning and mumbling, "I don't  know why I
keep this facade going about me being in-charge. Whenever you really  want
something I end up doing what you want." I mumble, "Well, that's bullshit,"
as he turns on the shower. I kick my sneakers off, pull off my socks and
shirt,  saying, "Oh, if I get my way then about tomorrows haircut," and he
says, "Nope,  with that you don't get your own way." We get in the shower stall
bumping into  each other under the pouring water as we're washing
ourselves, then hug under  the water flow rinsing off. As we dry ourselves, I ask,
"Will you sleep with me  until I fall asleep." He makes a 'face' like, "I just
want to get to  sleep', and I say, "I'll make a pain in the ass of myself
nagging you to do it,  so you might as well just say yes." He chuckles
shaking his head, mumbling,  "Okay, boss, you win again."


He holds my hand going up the secret staircase and we get in  bed together
clean and naked. We rub against each other for awhile and  then finally,
after a minute or two, settle for snuggling comfortably together.  He smells
good and his now dry hair is nice to run my fingers through.  Three minutes
later I can tell he's fallen asleep as his breathing is  steady and all his
muscles are completely relaxed and he's docile in my arms. I  put my nose
against the side of his forehead to smell his personal scent and  have deep
thoughts about my relationship with him, and what it all means.  If I didn't
know Robby I know I'd give myself to Ryan. I know it now positively,  he's
right about us two being made for each other. We'd live down here some  place
close to the office because this is where he'll work after graduating
college, and I'll work for him in whatever job he thinks I can  handle.


Well fuck, I see now that it'd be a  very similar arrangement to the one
Robby has planned for him and me.  If I'm with Ryan he'd of course be head of
the house hold and I'd be  the stay at home dad... that's if Ryan decides
we'll have a baby. He'd be the  boss the same way Robby's going to be the boss,
and you know what: I have  no doubt whatsoever that I'd be very happy
married to Ryan in my role as his gay  version of a wife. I certainly wouldn't
want all the responsibility of  being the head of the household myself, not
with all the worries associated  with that. I give Ryan's sleeping body a hug.
I can see that he'd be an awesome  husband, but then there's reality to deal
with and that consist of the fact I do  know Robby and I am in love with
him. All my concerns are about nothing because  of that simple fact: I love
Robby more than Ryan. I'm just saying IF I  didn't know Robby, then Ryan would
be a good second choice and I think  that's how I'll put it when the time
comes. No, I won't say he'd be a good  second, I'll say, 'Ryan, you're the
perfect second choice, but there is the  matter of my first choice'. Something
like that. Just before I fall asleep I  remember there's seven weeks to go
in Georgia. That might be something I  need to think about because in just
two weeks I've grown much closer to Ryan  than I've ever been before, so if
that continues... Fuck! There's  always something else to think about.


Ryan's not in bed with me when I wake up, but I knew he  wouldn't be. First
thing I need to do, and I mean right now, is take a piss. Too  much beer
last night. After peeing, I brush my teeth and take two Advil, pull on  a pair
of boxer shorts, then get back in bed. Ryan's parents left for the  wedding
early this morning, but it's too early to wake Ryan, so my mind goes to  my
last thoughts before falling asleep last night. Things seems clearer to me
this morning. I definitely have grown closer to Ryan the last two weeks,
and why  not, I have very little if anything to complain about. He's providing
 a version of my fantasy about living with a dominant sex partner. Yeah,
but the  dominant partner needs to be a specific kind of dominant guy. Kind of
a light  version of being dominant and with some chuckles and laughs along
the way so we  know we're just basically playing. Yeah and that's pretty
much exactly the  kind of casual dominance Ryan's ended-up with after two years
of us knowing one  another and being sexually active together. He'll easily
give in to a little  nagging from me for things I want, like last night's
sex. At the same time he's  firm about other things and is comfortable
telling me 'no' and telling me what  to do. And he does it without being even
slightly obnoxious about it, and  with 'thanks' and lots of compliments. He's
just about perfect actually,  and flexible too. Not just with sex either, with
everything.

I'm thinking about the bond Ryan and I are forming as I smell  the back of
my wrist smiling. Smiling because I'm enjoying myself here, and  I mean
enjoying myself way more than I ever thought I would. Rolling over to his
pillow I smell him and get this sense that I'm very fortunate Ryan is the  way he
is. He's the one growing and becoming more mature. And while I think I've
handled some situations, some dicey ones, very well I know I've helped Ryan
too.  Unfortunately so far I don't see myself maturing the way Ryan has. So
I admire  him, and yes, if I wasn't in love with Robby already I could be
very happy with  Ryan as his, I hate the word 'wife', but in a role like that
within our gay  married life. I'd be good in that role too, and become more
adoring of my 'man'  with each month we're together. Obviously the same
holds true for Robby, but for  now I'm living with Ryan so my focus is on him.
And I like us together for now,  so why am I doing what I always do and
over-think things instead of just  enjoying my good fortune.


Again picking up the pillow that Ryan sleeps on I hold it  to my face.
Mmmm, he smells good. It's only seven-thirty, but I don't cares  if he yells at
me, I'm going downstairs and get in bed with him now. And I'm  going to stop
analyzing my feelings every day and simply tell Ryan he's  awesome and I
love him. It'll make him happy and it's probably true anyway. He's  trying his
ass off to be who I need him to be and right now he's doing an  awesome job
of that, so I'm all in for the rest of my time here. Huh, I know I'm  going
to be sad leaving. I'm not leaving now though, so I stop at the foot of
his bed looking at Ryan sleeping. How'd he get so good looking? He's  one of
those guys who gets better looking as he matures. His skimpy beard  doesn't
hurt his good looks at all... ha ha, love that beard of his. Walking  around to
his side I lean over and study his face. He has the purest skin, light
complected without so much as a blemish or freckle. His skin look new and firm
and smooth under those cute skimpy whiskers. And I've always thought. he
had the  best hair. I gently run my fingers through it from his forehead back
over his  nicely shaped head. This is the perfect haircut for him too, and
it was more or  less an ad hoc attempt by me to please him since he wanted
something new. I just  came up with it accidentally, but it's perfect for him.
Luckily he doesn't look  anything like either of his parents! Oh fuck, that
thought again, the one I had  the first day, that Ryan's gotta be adopted.
That's so interesting, but I  shouldn't bring it up. He should tell me
though, and he probably  will before we get married, or at least he should.  What
am I saying?  I've been over that non-possibility enough already.


Getting a grip on reality, and remembering this is a summer of  adventure,
I forget serious thoughts and very slowly get under the covers and  slide
against his awesome naked body. Rubbing my fingers lightly over his big
member, I'm like hmmmm, I wish he'd let me shave his pubic hairs. Then he'd  be
perfect. He's smaller than me but with an excellent body, one that's hotter
than mine if you ask me. I crawl on top of him smiling, and he opens his
eyes  smiling back. Without saying anything we wrestle, me trying to stay on
top  and him trying to get on top. It takes him twenty seconds to get me on my
back  with him on top, my arms pinned over my head. I mutter, "Fucking
bully  weight-lifter." He grins, "You lifted all year with me." His naked crotch
is  right on mine, but I put on boxer shorts before coming downstairs.
Dumb! We  were both naked in my bed last night and Ryan stayed naked. He goes,
"Now that  I've overpowered you, do you want to ask me something?" I shake my
head and he  goes, "Okay, we'll get dressed and maybe go out for breakfast.
We've got  the time. Tim and Jeff won't be over here for an hour and a
half." I go, "Um, I  do have something to ask you. Would you, could we have a
little sexy time  together and forget breakfast?" He's like, "So, our sex
seven hours ago has  faded from your mind, huh?" I go, "No, I remember it, I
just want more."  Dropping his head he kisses my lips, saying, "Did you want to
add anything to  that request?" I nod my head, "Yeah, I love you," and he
says, "In that case how  can I say 'no'?"


He's laying flat on me, letting go of my arms, so I hug around  his back
rubbing my nose against his, and then he kisses me with one of the  special
kisses only he can do and I'm already sexually aroused and quietly  moaning,
"Mmmm, Albert, you're special." The sides of our faces are together as  he
whispers in my ear, "So are you, babe," and I murmur, "I've been  thinking
about us, you and me. Um, I need to tell you how happy I am being  here, and
it's almost all because of you. Like I've said before, I've come to  really
admire you and you've become an awesome leader. There's really nothing  I
could come up with to complain about." He's grinning,  "True confession this
morning?" I go, "No, I just felt you deserved to  hear how I feel from my
heart." He stops grinning, "That's sweet, babe, but  you've shown me you felt
this way already, even if you didn't realize it. You  don't hesitate to do what
you're told and you're always touching and looking at  me so that tells me
all I need to know basically. Are you in love with me?" I  say, "Yes, but I
need to be totally up front with you, I love Rob more." He  says, "For now
you do, maybe. Lets just keep working together and see how  you feel about
that later, okay? Will you keep an open mind?" I nod my head,  then wonder how
I slipped into this age-regressed submissive mood? It's like  Ryan's much
older and wiser than me. He nods at the bureau and I slide out from  under
him and go over to put his dog collar on again buckling it even tighter  than
last night. He doesn't even check it as I lay on the bed and he crawls on
top of me again.


Ryan puts his finger across my lips, saying, "No more talking  now," and he
puts his finger in my mouth like last night. This time I start  sucking on
it right away as he grins at me. Pulling his finger from my mouth he  does
another special one-minute kiss and I'm like docile under him feeling
totally under his control and feeling good. I've been feeling sexually good most
of the past two weeks. That's has a lot to do with Ryan's sex, and his way
of  doing sub/dom sex and continuing to be sweetly in charge afterwards. But
our sex  this morning turns into something resembling lovers sex. Slow
steady  penetrations getting me quietly moaning with sexual pleasure. Lots of
touching  and hugging and kissing, or just hugging with the sides of our faces
together  and his big boner inside me. Slow thrusting with my legs pulled
back, Ryan on  his knees between my legs. Then he withdraws completely and
rolls me up on  my side, and with him on his side behind me his big hard organ
goes tightly back  up my ass. I've been in a dreamy fog of submissive sexual
pleasure for ten  minutes as Ryan continues the slow thrusting with moans
from both of us, his arm  over my side playing with my nip ring until my
nipple's a hard little  spike. I'm picturing in my head his engorged penis hard
and sticky with cum  remnants from last night moving up my rectum then
pulling back seven inches and  lazily disappearing inside me again. It's
incredibly tantalizing as each  inch of his hard cock slides tightly over my
prostate gland sensitizing my anus  as it stretches the lips. It makes me
constantly shudder with sexual pleasure.  My orgasm builds again and when I'm almost
ready to climax he pulls out and  rolls me onto my stomach. Back up my ass
goes his cock with me hunching my  ass up for him and then more lazy
delicious thrusts in my rectum with both of us  quietly moaning from pure pleasure
that can only occur to this degree through  anal intercourse, for me anyway.
The need to climax  though, it becomes the only thing I can think about and
I'm gasping, "Albert,  fuck me hard, please..."

The urge to cum  gets intense and I'm sure Ryan's feeling it too. With a
hand on either of  my hips he pulls my ass up until I'm on my knees, my face
in  his pillow that I'm hugging as he starts fast hard rabbit fucking and
it's a  burst of sensations with me whimpering as my body stiffens  and I
squeal into the pillow muffling the sound as cum streams from my hard  boner
splashing against the pillow with cum spray hitting my  chin and neck, then a
hump of my hips as another string of  cum flies out and I feel the spike of
Ryan's cum shooting from his cock,  hitting hard against the walls of my
rectum. Then the indescribable feeling  of his spunk inside my body all creamy
and slippery with his boner now sliding  back and forth easily in the wetness.
Dizziness for a few seconds as a wave  of climatic sensations spread out
from my rectum and groin over my whole body. I  shake and shudder hardly
believing how good it feels. Too quickly it begins  fading and I'm returning to
reality limp and happy and enjoying a last little  shoulder shudder as the
unimaginable pleasure become a mere memory. I slowly  stretch my legs back to
lay flat on the bed, my wet cum squishing under me as  I'm smiling a little
contented smile. Nice!


Ryan sighs as he pulls his softening penis out of my ass  leaving my anus
gaping open so much I can feel cooler air going up my ass.  Flopping beside
me on his stomach Ryan and I savor our orgasms while catching  our breath,
then I turn my head to look at him. He's looking at me grinning, "It  never
gets old with you, Danny," and I ask, "How wide open is my asshole?" He
laughs a little laugh, "It's about as round as a silver dollar. Looks funny, but
I'm used to seeing it." I snuggle against him and put my arm over his back
getting a little tighter together, asking, "If, for the sake of discussion,
I  was to marry you after college would you want me to change my last name
to your's " He smiles, "I like this train of thought, babe, but no,  not
necessarily, although it'd be nice. Danny Wilcox. They'd be a nice gesture  on
your part." I nod my head, "I think I would. You know, to show respect for
you." He goes, "Albert and Daniel Wilcox request the pleasure of your
company to  celebrate our marriage, blah blah, blah. That would be our wedding
invitation to  friends and family." I say, "It'll need to be in another state
'cause  Georgia's one of about fifteen states that still doesn't recognize
gay  marriages." He asks, "Where do you wanna go for our honeymoon?" I go,
"Key  West is nice," and he says, "Yeah, for a vacation, but we should go
someplace a  little more exotic or romantic, like Paris." We both chuckle, and
Ryan says "You  think it's a long shot, but I don't." I go, "What, going to
Paris?" and he  laughs and wrestles me under him, "No, us getting married,
you  nut."


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




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


Donny  Mumford



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