Date: Wed, 21 Oct 2015 10:42:15 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION Chapter  22

DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION


Chapter  22


by  Donny Mumford



FRIDAY AFTERNOON, TWO WEEKS  LATER:


I'm leaning against Ryan's car  in the Lockheed-Martin parking lot waiting
for him to finish up his week-end  report. My fourth paycheck is in my
pocket and when I deposit it I'll have over  $2200 saved for my junior year at
Merrimack. There's been very little I've  needed to spend money on since
living with Ryan, so my savings keep adding up.  Back home there are expenses I
don't have here. This weekend I'll be  spending some money though, and for an
excellent reason, a visit from Chubby and  Robby. Lighting a cigarette,
then looking at my watch, I wonder what's  taking Ryan so long. I know he needs
to meet with Josh Day tomorrow morning for  an end of month meeting, so
he's probably going over everything twice making  sure he's prepared. Like
Robby, Ryan takes his work very seriously. They're both  conscientious and I
admire that trait in both of them.


Thinking about the past month I guess  there were a couple of awkward
situations when I first got here, but they pretty  quickly got smoothed over and
this month's been mostly good. I don't know how to  classify the one major
development, the one about me falling in love with Ryan.  I guess that's a
good thing as long as I'm here, but I don't know about  afterwards. Ryan was
confident I'd see the light and fall for him and he was  right about that.
He's been right about a lot of things lately. He's also been  kinda awesome
about everything, especially these last two weeks.  I think  it's real love
too, not friendship love. It's complicated the shit out of my  life as well.
Tonight Robby, Chubby, and someone named Spider Spencer are flying  in so
I've got to decide what to tell Robby.


This guy, Spider, I don't know his  real name, is Danny Monday's
replacement on Robby's crew. I'm told he spent  his childhood in Georgia,
coincidentally just a few towns over from here. Chubby  and Spider have become tight
buds, kindred spirits I guess, but that's not why  Spider's making the trip.
Mostly he's coming because he wants to go to the  country fair for old times
sake. It's held every year at this time in his old  home town. I guess we'll
all go to the fair. Chubby and Robby also want haircuts  too so I'm bringing
my barber tools with me. Of course I'm flattered they're  coming to see me
and I'm extremely excited about seeing them, but I'm also  jittery because I
don't know how to tell Robby about me and Ryan. I feel like a  traitor and
I feel guilty for letting myself betray him. As of right now though  I'm
still undecided about a few things, so maybe it'll be Ryan I betray. I'm  going
to fuckin' betray somebody I know that much...


Ryan's been understanding about this  weekend although he's far from
thrilled about it. He'll drop me off at the airport where I'll meet  the guys,
then I'll spend the weekend with them. We're renting a car which we'll  all be
chipping in for and I'll be splitting the cost of the motel room for two
nights. Oh man, one minute I'm extremely excited about their visit then the
next  minute I have trepidation about it. What if my reunion with Robby
doesn't live  up to my expectations and I realize I love Ryan more than  him? It's
not like  I expect that to happen, but it's the what if? part that
sometimes gets my stomach tied in knots. At first  Ryan wanted everyone to stay with
us  at the house, but how the fuck would that work? I've been thinking a
lot about  how in the past I've confused 'love' with the love of the sex I'm
having. It happened with Willie so I'm wondering if I've made  the same
mistake with Ryan. The trouble is I've got this sneaking suspicion  that's not
the case. If that doesn't prove to be true there's another factor  that maybe
comes into play. I've never spent exclusive time with anyone in my  life
like I have the past four weeks with Ryan. Not even  with Chubby, so maybe
it's that old nemesis where I tend to love the one I'm  with. In other words,
do I think I'm in love with Ryan mostly because it's been  him and me
exclusively the past four weeks, or have I mixed-up the love  of sex with love for
Ryan? They're the only two scenarios I  can think of that explains why I
think I'm in love with Ryan when possibly it's  only a temporary condition. I
can think of many reasons why it's not a temporary  condition so that also
worries me.

I think it was the weekend his  parents were away at a wedding that I began
seriously thinking I'd fallen for  him. It started that Saturday when Ryan
gave us guys haircuts, meaning me, Tim,  and Jeff. Afterwards we all hung
around the house shooting pool and goofing off  until the baseball game. Ryan
and I slept together in his bed that night and  it's then that I envisioned
us being a couple. We cooked together and basically  never left the house
except for the baseball game. Needless to say we did  not go to church that
Sunday morning. A lot of sex happened that weekend, plus  long baths together.
Quite a weekend. Other than that we haven't been sleeping  together, but we
might as well be as far as the sex we're having together in  bed. After sex
Ryan usually sleeps with me upstairs until I fall asleep. Truth  is this
past month has been everything I could have asked for, and a little bit  more.
Plus Ryan's developed a knack for balancing bossiness with friendship. He
does it just about perfectly and it's been fun and sexy being with him day
in  and day out with no arguments and no stressful situations.


Sex is always going to be an  important aspect of my life, of course, and
we've been having the best sex,  especially the last two weeks. That Saturday
in bed with him two weeks ago, like  I said, is when we first started
talking about the possibility of him and  me becoming a 'couple', and even
getting married after college. Since then I  find we're talking about it like it
might actually happen. Both of us, not just  Ryan. Ryan's eerily become that
fantasy partner I've always thought would be  perfect for me, and he's just
being himself, not doing anything because he  thinks it'll please me. I've
never shared my fantasy with him so how would he  know what I wanted? He just
bossy enough and he's more than satisfied all my  sexual desires and I mean
both during sub/dom sex and lately he's been good with  lovers sex as well.
Sure, he's also been fucking Jeff Bell like beating a drum,  but it's
nothing like our days as a three-some with Robby. I'm not jealous of  Jeff
because Ryan heaps tons of attention on me and I never feel neglected.  In fact,
I've had very little urge for side sex beyond the two minute fucks Tim
Dulton puts on my ass. If Tim took a hike for whatever reason I don't think I'd
have side-sex at all, which must mean Ryan's satisfying all my sexual needs
and fetishes.

At some point during our second week  together Ryan discovered a comfort
zone for himself. I mean as far as his  relationship with his parents, his
job, me, interacting with peers, everything.  He settled into a consistent day
to day personality that I find relaxing,  and enjoyable, and sexy. I've
never known him to be this consistently contented,  relaxed, or happy. And, he
doesn't have mood swings for the first time since  I've known him. It's like
the past two weeks has been smooth sailing for us.  We're comfortable
together and comfortable with ourselves. I know pretty much  what to expect day to
day and I'm liking it. A lot of Ryan's accomplishments  probably wouldn't
have happened without my help, and he's the first one to admit  that. It's
not just him and me all the time. During the past few weeks we've  been
hooking up with the Marietta boys just doing guy stuff... going to the  movies,
hanging out, ten pin bowling, whatever. Once we all got drunk when  Brad's
older sex partner bought him two cases of beer. When we were drinking it  Brad
hinted around about having a quickie with me, but I begged off, if I can
believe that. Tim and I fuck like twice a week, and it's usually a
double-header. It's cool, but like I said I don't really need it. It's just that
whenever Ryan says he and Jeff are gonna do this or that I know he means they're
 gonna fuck, so I'll call Timmy and meet him at the Piggy/Wiggly grocery
store on  the outskirts of the store's parking lot. He's got the SUV so we use
that. I  suck him off and then he fucks me for ninety seconds or maybe two
minutes before  I'm shooting cum against the back of the backseat. We don't
make-out or  anything, just suck and fuck. It's unique sex because of his
two inch boner, and  he's an enthusiastic little fucker too.


Anyway, other than that it's Ryan and  me fucking two or three times a day
in whatever fashion he feels like doing it  at the time. His bossiness
hasn't increased at all and he's consistently a good  friend along with being
in-charge. At work I find myself staring at him as he  does his job wondering
if this is really love. Dog smacks the back of my head,  laughing and saying,
"Danny, you can do better than Albert?" He doesn't know  what Ryan and I
have going for ourselves obviously. Yeah, but Dog's still one  beautiful dude
with his pale brown skin and pretty face. Every week is the week  he says
he's going to let me give him a haircut, and then it's the next week. He
keeps promising we'll hook up for some beers too, but something always comes up
and we don't do it. He's a big cock tease just like I thought he'd be after
the  first week, and like I predicted. Bud, who's also known as Jeffrey
Morgan, is  another cock tease asking me when I'm gonna blow him. I call his
bluff and he  backs out. Dog continues to be fun to work with and he's good to
look at too.  I've told him he's hot and handsome and he says, "I know that
already, Danny  boy," and he'll hug my shoulders. Fuckin' tease!


Yesterday at work Sammy asked me if  his brothers and his friend Pot Roast
could come for haircuts tomorrow, but I  told him my brother's visiting this
weekend. That's how Ryan and I explained the  visit to his parents... my
brother's visiting. Nothing about my boyfriend  visiting. Neither of Ryan's
parents have had any additional surprises for me.  Day in and day out they're as
they appeared to be the first few days I was here.  We do our chores
cutting the lawn every Saturday, take out the trash, clear the  table after meals
and keep the kitchen clean, so basically nothing's changed  except I'm more
comfortable with them now, and them with me. His mother seems to  like me
quite a bit and appears to have accepted Ryan and me as gay boyfriends.  Ryan
shows affection and will even kiss me in front of his parents when he feels
like it. His father rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath,
but  Ryan's mother just smiles. Sometimes I find myself crazily wishing
somebody  would do something in this family to piss me off so I'd have a reason
to not  like them, but no, everything's cool.


The new guy at work, Bill Stark, has  come out of his shell a bit and is
quite entertaining at times. He's a funny  bastard and him and Sammy bonded
quickly. Bill does enough talking for both of  them. They work great together,
but then everybody does. Bible study has been  different now that
everyone's very friendly towards Ryan and me. Ryan more than  me actually with a
couple of the guys gravitating to Ryan/Albert like he's 'the  man'. I can't
figure out why these hicks seem to think I'm merely Ryan's  sidekick or
something. Obviously I'm kidding about them being hicks because  they're okay guys.
Ryan's popularity has done a complete one-hundred and eighty  degree turn
around from last summer and it's because he's become comfortable  with himself
and with the guys. He breaks balls with the best of them too, but  mostly
he's just nice. Maybe they think I'm too sarcastic, or too 'northern' or
something. They're friendly to me, but more so to Ryan. It's a subtle
difference  maybe, but I recognize it from the way guys back home seem to relate to
me as  compared to these dudes. Believe me, I don't have a problem with it,
it's just  different. Same thing with the guys at church and the guys on the
baseball team.  They come up and talk to Ryan first, and then say something
like, "Hey, wassup,  Danny?" like I'm an afterthought. Dumb hicks!


Speaking of the baseball team, we're  two and two so far. Won two games and
lost two. I've yet to get in a game, but  it's fun at practice and just
being on the team. Our uniforms are cool too.  Jeff's been the real star of our
team so far, and right behind him is Theo  Sawyer, who's the first baseman
who recruited Ryan to play centerfield.  Ryan's had four pretty good games,
but the other two have played the best.  Freckles, who's also known as,
Logan Duran, and I are on the bench along with a  backup catcher and infielder.
Logan and I got off on the wrong foot at the  baseball try outs, but we've
been getting along great since the neighborhood  barbecue two weeks ago. Then
yesterday Ryan and I played three holes of golf  with our coach, Terry. He
critiqued our every swing and putt. Neither of us had  a par during those
three holes, but we both had a bogie on the same hole, the  last one which is
a par three. The other two holes, best to forget about them.  Golf is way
harder than it looks, but it was fun being on a real golf course. We  both
were doing good in our practice sessions and we thought that would  translate
to the course. It didn't. On the golf course we sort of forgot what we
learned and we were over-swinging for the most part. Anyway, Terry straightened
us out enough that we boogied that last hole. It's a thrill to hit a good
shot  so I had like two thrills in three holes. We'll do better next  time.


Okay, here comes Ryan walking out of  the building now. Fuck he looks cool
and sexy as he grins at me. I'm biting my  bottom lip grinning back. He
says, "You wanna drive, Danny? I'd like to read  this report one more time. It
came together too easily and I'm thinking I left  something out." I take the
keys, "Sure thing, Albert," and we hop in the car. I  put the top down and
he reads his report during the drive without talking. As  I'm driving up to
the garage, he puts the report in a folder, mumbling, "If I'm  missing
something I don't know what the fuck it is." We get out of the car and  as I'm
handing him the keys, he says, "Lets have a cigarette in the gazebo," so  we
walk around the garage and sit on the gazebo bench. It's protection from the
sun on another hot and humid bright sunny day. He passes me a cigarette and
while lighting it, says, "Goddamn, you're good looking, and still cute at
your  advanced age of almost twenty-one." I shrug, muttering, "Hey, thanks."
He goes,  "Can you believe we'll both be able to order drinks in a bar?"." I
nod, saying,  "Yeah, finally. Still, we'll probably be doing most of our
drinking at Tracy's  speakeasy." Ryan exhales some smoke, "Well yeah, he's
cheaper then the bars  around Merrimack. Still, if we wanna go in a bar we can.
It'll be fun seeing you  get carded into your thirties, heh heh. Baby
faced, Danny." He's always got  compliments for me. It makes a person feel good
being complimented. He goes,  "Hey good looking, give me a kiss," and I lean
over and give him the kind of  kiss he told me he likes. Then, rubbing up
the back of my head, he murmurs,  "You're so special it takes my breath away.
Damn, I'm lucky." I mutter, "Me  too," and then think about Robby and cringe
feeling guilty again, but I can't  lie to myself.


Ryan says, "This fucking meeting  tomorrow is not just with Josh, ya know.
All his supervisors from different  departments will be there too. Something
like eleven in all and we each need to  give a two to three minute summary
of where our unit's are presently as far as  'on-time' scheduling goes, and
then make a projection for where we'll be a month from  now. We're good,
but I'll probably pee my pants giving my  presentation. I've never been any
good at public speaking." I go, "Me neither,  but most people hate that." He
shrugs, chuckling, "I wish you were gonna be  there. I'd speak directly to
you, ha ha." I say, "You'll do fine," and we finish  our cigarettes recalling
the few times we've had to speak in front of the class  during 'Public
Speaking' courses in high school. He passes me his cigarette butt  and I drop his
and mine in the three foot high ornamental vase we use as an  ashtray.
Walking back around to the front of the garage Ryan hands me his  report,
saying, "Drop this off in my room and get the barber kit." I take the  report,
"Okay," and walk to the back door thinking, 'Fuck, I was kinda hoping  he'd
forget about the haircut since I won't be here tomorrow morning'. Oh well,  I
stopped arguing about haircuts two weeks ago. It's just not important enough
to argue about and he won't give in anyway, so why  bother.


After dropping his report on his  bedroom desk, I go down two flights of
stairs to the cellar and get the barber  kit. Thinking about getting another
haircut I'm rubbing the hairs on top of my  head. Just when my hair gets
fuzzy-feeling it's time to get it cut. Wait! How  will Ryan give Jeff and Tim
haircuts tomorrow if I'm using the barber stuff for  Chubby and Robby? Oh
balls! Me being away this weekend is a touchy enough  subject without me making
an issue out of the barber tools. What I'll do is buy  one of those home
haircut kits for like thirty dollars at CVS and use that. What  the fuck, it'll
be good having a back-up set of barber equipment. One set for  home and one
for when I'm at Merrimack. Okay, problem solved. I won't even  mention it
to Ryan. In the garage Ryan's polishing his motorbike while I lay out  the
barber stuff on the table, the one that shouldn't be in a garage in the  first
place. Pulling my shirt over my head, I sit on the stool thinking about
seeing Chubby again. My heart pounds a little harder just picturing his face.
Ryan comes over and roughly rubs my head, mumbling, "Okay, I'll get you
looking  good for your visitors. Maybe an even closer, tighter haircut than
usual." I  know better than to say anything 'cause he'll do it the way he wants
anyway.  Picking up the clippers, he asks, "What are you going to tell Rob
about us?" I  say, "Um, pretty much what we talked about, Albert," and I get
this scared  feeling realizing I'm actually going to do it. I'm going to
tell Robby about me  falling in love with Ryan.


As usual there's no talking while  Ryan's doing my haircut and the silence
plus the clipper buzzing heightens both  my fetishes: my submissive one and
my strange haircut fetish. They roar together  into my brain taking over my
free will. These haircuts which are meant to be a  reminder to me that
Ryan's in-charge. I suppose because I'm going to be with Rob  and Chubby this
weekend it'll be even shorter than usual. His dominant side  definitely comes
out when he's cutting hair and he shows no mercy. It'll be as  short a
haircut as he wants to make it and he does it fast. I sit here and let  him do it
which activates my submissive side getting my dick buzzing along with  the
buzzing clippers. It's both thrilling and humiliating at the same time, so
for five to ten minutes I'm almost trembling with strong mixed emotions. I
look  forward to these haircuts, while dreading them at the same  time.

Ryan uses clipper without a guide on  the sides and back of my head leaving
my hair a sixteenth of a inch. I'm  definitely sensing my fetishes right
from the start, but it's when he gets to  the part where he uses the clippers
over the crown of my head that my cock  bones-up. I'm gasping quietly,
sitting here stiff as a board. I like the  sexuality of it a lot even as I hate
the shortness of the haircut. I have no  control over my arousal and
sometimes I think Timmy's right when he said mine is  a more bizarre fetish than
his. He gets sexually aroused being spanked. I don't  spank him, Brad's the dom
who spanks Tim. All Timmy and I do is suck and fuck,  me doing the first
part and him the second. My shoulders are covered with eighth  inch hair
clippings by the time Ryan's done the sides and back of my head. Then  he uses
the clippers on top, mumbling, "I'm taking it down further towards the  front
this time." I manage to go, "Uh huh." As the clippers move across my head
making the subtle sound of clipping hairs, and now the clippings are longer
as  they shower down on my right shoulder. I gasp and a squirt of cum spurts
out of  my hard cock followed by a quiet moan of sexual pleasure. Ryan's
used to me  reacting this way knowing all about both my fetishes. He usually
chuckles when I  spontaneously cum in my pants.


Then, putting the quarter inch guide  on the clippers, he runs the clipper
back from my forehead and again I hear the  sound of hairs being clipped
off. One more time over the same place, pressing  down this time, and more hair
clipping sounds as my cock gets even harder. Ryan  inspects his handiwork,
then removes the guide again and holds the clipper on an  angle cutting
around the patch of quarter inch hair on top, blending it with the  extremely
short hair. Using both hands he roughly rubs my head all over, saying,  "This
feels good now. A nicely crisp, very short hung-ho marine look for my  boy."
I feel like a little boy too and it makes me squirm on the stool and rub
my lap. Ryan says, "I've been watching and re-watching videos about the art
of  the fade haircut and I'm ready to try it on you guys. You're first, so
you'll be  my guinea pig." By now I'm in a deep submissive fog and his words
sort of float  in the air around me. I drift off into a submissive trance
during these haircuts  even as I realize somewhere in my brain how
contradictory it is to get delicious  submissive sexual sensations while feeling
embarrassed by the haircut  simultaneously. It's like I feel scalped, so there's
mixed emotions. Whatever,  I'm in no condition to argue his decision to use
the trimmer clippers like  regular clippers. He pushing them flat against the
side of my head like shaving  halfway up the sides and back of my head. The
trick is blending the shaved area  with the slightly longer hair, therefore
the name 'fade' haircut. My eyes are  half closed by the time he's finished
with that. He pushes my head roughly  indicating he's done, exclaiming,
"Awesome! Here, take a look, Danny," passing  the handheld mirror to me. I gawk
at my reflection coming out of my submissive  trance. The 'fade' part is
actually an improvement over the previous versions of  his specialty haircut
because it makes rest of the hairs appear  longer.


Yeah, but it's still ridiculously  short. It's also very professional
looking. I reluctantly admit, "Jeez, you're  really good, Albert. That takes some
skill." I don't think I could do it nearly  as well, but then I wouldn't
even try. Many professional athletes, especially  young men of color, have
short 'fade' haircuts similar to this. I've Googled  fade haircuts because of
my interest in haircutting and read that some  professionals claim there's
twelve steps to doing a good fade haircut. Ryan was  already doing ten of them
anyway, so now he's incorporated the last two.  Ironically I'll get
compliments for this haircut from as many people as those  who will mock it. Of
course most guys don't give a shit about haircuts one way  or the other. Ryan's
brushing the little clippings off my shoulder, asking, "So  you like it,
Danny?" I say, "Yeah, I think I do. To me it'd be perfect if you'd  stop using
the bare clippers on the top part of my fucking head." He says,  "Well, it
wouldn't be my specialty haircut then, would it?" I mumble, "I guess  not."
He's very pleased with himself as he rubs my head, then pushes it roughly,
officially announcing, "You're done, boy," which gets my submissiveness
buzzing  around my groin again. He knows that, of course, which is why he does
it. Gives  me one last little thrill for my fetish. Ryan finishes polishing
his motorbike  while I sweep up the hair clippings, then put the clippers and
guide back in the  toiletry kit.


He kind of smirks, hesitating, then  says, "Um, I gotta ride over to Jeff's
place for half an hour or so, if that's  okay with you." He always asks me
if it's okay, but it sounds more like a  statement than a question, so I do
what I always do and shrug, asking, "Can I  borrow the Mini?" Usually I give
Tim a call, but I'm not going to this  afternoon. Running my fingers over
my scalped head, like we all do after Ryan's  haircuts, he hands me the
Mini's keys, saying, "That fucking haircut looks good,  so stop rubbing your head
like it's something new. You've been getting this  weekly haircut for over
two months now. Get used to it, fer chrissakes." Pulling  my hand away, I
say, "I am used to it! You didn't hear me complaining did you?"  He mumbles,
"No, and I don't want to hear you complaining," and then he does  what he
just told me not to do, he rubs my head, "That's a really short one this  time.
I may have overdone it a little. Looks pretty good though." I'm still
feeling parts of my fetishes so I need to take a deep breath. The shot of spunk
in my pants has cooled but it wasn't enough to stain through my khakis.
Ryan  swats my head, chuckling, then goes, "Come on, give me a smile and I
kiss." I  grin a little and put my arms around him kissing him the way he likes.
He goes,  "Thanks, that was nice. You okay?" I nod my head, "Yeah, I'm
fine."


Ryan puts his helmet on, telling me,  "Believe it or not, I'm not going
over there to have sex. I'm saving that for  you when I get back." I can't help
but smile and mumble, "Good, I'm pretty horny  after the, you know, the
haircut. My fetishes and you got me all horned-up." He  goes, "I know, I know,
babe, and I'm gonna take care of that." He gets on the  bike as I
unconsciously adjust my junk squishing the gooey matter round a  little. He starts the
engine and the mufflers make that deep throaty sound. Ryan  goes, "Jeff
needs a tire and I'm giving him a ride to get one, then I'll be  right back." I
go, "Okay, I'll be here when you get back. I just need to get  something at
CVS." He asks, "Can I have another kiss so I know you're not mad at  me?" I
give him another kiss and add a little extra something to it with my arms
around his neck, then say, "I'm not mad, Albert. I like the haircut." He
grins  patting my butt, "I'm glad, babe. Can't wait to try replicating it on
the boys  tomorrow. Maybe I just had beginners luck with you." I'm like, "Nah,
you've a  special natural talent for 'fade' haircuts." He's grinning at the
compliment, as  I'm saying, "See you in a half hour, Albert." With a wave
he takes off leaving  the smell of burning rubber in the garage with the back
wheel squealing and the  front one coming off the ground for a second.
That's cool!


I watch him go thinking how I'd be  fine having him as head of our
household. I know I would, but I feel exactly the  same way about Robby. I'm
basically fucked one way or the other. Getting in the  Mini trying not to think
about Ryan, I drive downtown and park in the CVS  parking lot. I always feel
cool driving this car with the top down. Inside CVS  I'm like, 'Huh, they have
the Wahl home haircutting basic kit for $39.95, not  $30 like I thought.
Then there's the Wahl Professional All Star Combo of  professional grade
clipper and trimmer for $95.00 that's or sale for $69.95.  That's the one I buy
using my debit card from my Georgia bank account. Then I  deposit my latest
check of $575.00 at the ATM machine and drive back home.  Ryan's motorbike is
in the garage so he got back before me. I go right to my  third floor
bedroom to drop off my new barber equipment, very pleased with it  and anxious to
try it out on Robby and Chubby. Thinking Robby's name gives me  pause, so I
sit at my desk trying to make sense of it all. Oh my god, it's
overwhelming because I can't pretend I don't feel about Ryan the way I do, and I  know
I love Robby as much as ever too. He's so sweet and sexy and cute and nice
to me. And he has been for three years. Robby's conscientious too and he
couldn't possibly show me more love. What am I gonna do?"


Ryan startles me, asking, "What's  wrong?" He came up the secret staircase
unexpectedly. I'm shaking my head that  nothing's wrong except I have tears
in my eyes. He comes over to stand next to  me and puts his arm around my
shoulders, "What is it, Danny?" I put my arms  around him and the side of my
face on his stomach, mumbling, "Nothing, it's, um,  nothing. Look, I bought
another set of barber equipment." I wasn't going to tell  him but it's
sitting right in front of him. He lets go of me and picks up the  package,
frowning and asking, "Why'd you do that?" Wiping my eyes, I'm like,  "Oh, um, to
give Chubby and, um, Rob, haircuts. They wanted me to, ya know,  so...." He's
confused, "You could have used your barber clippers. I'd do Jeff's  and
Tim's haircuts Monday after work, before baseball practice. Or after  practice,
whenever." I take a deep breath, "Oh yeah, I guess I didn't think of  that,
anyway now I have a back-up for college and home." He sits on the bed
patting the mattress next to him so I get up and sit on the bed next to him.
With his arm across my shoulders again, he says, "What are you upset about? Is
it telling Rob about us." I nod, "Yeah, pretty much. I love him too." It's
Ryan's turn to nod his head, then quietly say, "You're going to need to
tell him  about us sometime though, right?" I lean against Ryan because it
feels good and  it's become very comfortable, "Yeah, I guess," and he says,
"Well fuck, it  doesn't have to be this weekend if it's going to upset you ."
I'm like, "Really?  You wouldn't mind if I didn't tell him?" He says, "Not if
it's going to upset  you. Hey, I know I'm Johnny-come-lately compared to Rob
and you, I understand  that." That makes me like Ryan even more because
he's being so considerate. I  mumble, "That's nice of you, Albert, but I guess
it wouldn't be fair to you or  him if I chicken out telling him about us."


He takes a deep breath, then says,  "I've been worried about this triangle
situation and how it'll hurt you however  it turns out. You're the nicest
person I know and I know it'll hurt you to hurt  Rob, or me. I feel bad about
that and bad for which ever one of us gets left  behind. I like Rob too ya
know. I hate thinking about him being broken hearted  almost as much as the
thought of me being broken hearted. It's not your fault  two guys fell in
love with you." I don't know what to say so I slowly shake my  head, then
shrug. Ryan murmurs, "I wish I knew what to tell you, but I don't,  Dylan,
honestly I don't. It hurts me seeing you hurting." I go, "It's not your  fault."
He mumbles, "I know. My mother and her nutty thing with fucking names
though, ya know? I miss calling you Dylan." I say, "Your mother's nice though,"
and he says, "You changed all that for me without even trying, like with one
arm  tied behind your back. She was never this nice to me before and I guess
I wasn't  as nice to her either." I grin, saying, "I used both arms." He
chuckles, "Yeah,  I guess ya did at that," and he gives me a hug. I feel safe
with him and he's  making me feel better about everything because he cares
so much about  me.


For a minute or so we sit here on the  bed with neither of us saying
anything. The silence doesn't bother me now when  I'm with Ryan, or Robby for that
matter. Chubby's the only other person I can  say that about. Just the
three of them. Even with my mom I'm not comfortable  with extended silences. Of
course that's never been a problem because mom is  quite talkative and it's
not easy getting a word in edgewise most of the time.  She's an awesome mom
though. Since being away I've texted her the most of  anybody and we've
talked on the phone a couple of times a week. I miss her. Ryan  finally quietly
asks, "What time is their plane landing?" I go, "Not till ten  o'clock
tonight." He says, "Come on, let's go out for a smoke," and we stand up  with him
rubbing my head again, asking, "You wearing your Marietta baseball cap
tonight?" We walk down the front stairs as I tell him, "Probably, but not
because of my haircut. They've seen this haircut many times. You started giving
me these haircuts the last month of the semester. I just like wearing a
hat." He  says, "Last semester seems like a long time ago, doesn't it?" I
mumble, "Yeah,  it really does. So much has happened," and I start filling up
again, but fight  it off.


Ryan grabs us two Cokes from the  refrigerator on our way through the
kitchen and hands one to me. In the gazebo  we crack the flip top lids on our
Cokes and light cigarettes.  Ryan asks,  "Well, what have you decided to do
about us and Rob?" Shrugging, I say, "Tell  him. It's the only fair thing to do
and I'm not wimping out on it." He nods,  "I'll be thinking about you all
weekend, Danny. I feel for you, honest to god I  do. Are you going to mention
that we might get our own apartment for junior  year?" I say, "I'll mention
we talked about it but that's still up in the air."  He says, "It wouldn't
work with me sharing a place with you guys." I mutter,  "No, that'd be
something way north of awkward." I look at him, "What do  you think I should tell
Rob?" He shakes his head, "You need to decide  that. I don't want to
influence you any more than I already have." I'm like, "I  gotta be honest with
Rob. It's a relief having decided what to do. I've been thinking about it
since Monday after work when Chubby told me they're coming."  He asks, "Was it
a spur of the moment decision?" I shake my head, "No, Chubby  told me he was
coming awhile ago. Rob wanted to make it a  surprise visit, but they
couldn't figure out a way to make that work, and I'm  glad."


I know I'm making the right decision.  After all, there's nothing set in
stone here. It's not like I'm saying it's over  between Robby and me. Far from
it. I've never committed a hundred percent to  Ryan about anything. He
knows I'm conflicted and that I'm the only one who can  decide. It's interesting
that after hearing Robby was coming for a visit Ryan  didn't change a
single thing we do together. He hasn't told me what I should  say, he hasn't
promised me any kind of favors or treated me any differently  or tried
'buttering me up' as the saying goes. Christ, he just did the opposite  by giving me
a shorter haircut than usual. He's stayed consistent even though he  knows
I'll be pampered this weekend by Chubby and Robby. Ryan goes in the other
direction and reestablishes that's he's gonna be the boss this summer and
that's  that. I got the message and I gotta admire him for it.

Glancing over at Ryan he's  looking serious, like he's concerned about me,
so to lighten things up I run my  fingers through his hair for once, asking,
"How about if I give you a haircut,  Albert? Let me take care of you for
once." He brightens, "Yeah, that'd be good,  thanks. This same style though.
You say it looks good on me, right?" I say,  "Yeah, it the best I've come up
with so far for you." He pulls me up by my  hand and then holds it as we
walk from the gazebo into the hot sun and around to the front of the garage. I
 ask, "Do you know what we're having for dinner tonight?"  He's like,
"Whatever we want. Don't you remember my parents are eating out  tonight. Mother
met father right after work for drinks downtown, then they're  having dinner
with two other couples." I nod, "Oh yeah,  that's right." The barber kit is
still in the garage so I get the stuff out and  take my time giving Ryan a
haircut. Cutting guys' hair is fun, but other than  Sammy and his brothers I
haven't done much of it in Marietta. Ryan's been doing  the haircutting.
This haircut I came up with for Ryan is  basically a longish version of my
favorite teenager haircut although I don't do  Ryan nearly as short. I leave
the sides full, outlining around the ear with the  trimmer and just a little
taper at the neck line. He has dense hair, very  good hair, and the bangs
stay up without hair gel. I take my  time doing the haircut and when I'm
satisfied I give the side of his forehead a  big kiss inhaling his personal scent.
Certain guys get a little affection from  me along with their haircut.

Ryan stands-up and we both brush  short hair clipping off his shoulders. I
like feeling his hot hard body.  "Thanks, Danny," then he looks me in the
eyes, murmuring, "I'm going to miss you  a lot, you know."  He's been such a
good boss and friend to me, and our  love-making is right up there with the
best I've had so I put my hands behind  his neck and pull his head over for a
kiss on the lips. I do it the way he likes  me to do it. He smiles, "Thanks
for the kiss," as he goes to straighten-up, but  I don't let go of him. I
get my arms around the back of his neck now and give  him a longer version of
the kiss and his hands go under my t-shirt rubbing my  body. We get into
some hot kissing and licking, then he does some licks up the  front of my nose
leaving saliva glistening there with some of it getting sniffed  up into my
sinus making me sneeze. Ryan pulls up my t-shirt to wipe my nose,  then
pulls it over my head and drops it on the floor. Bare chest against bare  chest
we continue groping each other while making-out with sloppy kisses making
wet mouth sounds, both of us with hard cocks now. I'm doing quiet moans of
sexual arousal as his skimpy beard tickles my upper lip and desire for him
grows  and grows until it's like an ache at my groin. It's become something
like need  by now, a need to be fucked by Ryan's large cock with his sexual
scent in my  head. I'm hot for his dominance, his hot body, sexy looks and
sexual prowess.  That, plus his professed love for me is something I can't
resist lately and in  fact, I need it. The thought,  'Only when love and need
are  one, and the work is play for mortal stakes...' comes to me from my high
school  days. A poem I from which I remember only  those words. 'Love and
need is  one', that I remember.


Ryan and I are really into each other  groping each other's body, kissing
and licking. We get sticky with each other's  saliva and perspiration in the
ninety degree heat in the garage. Intense  sexually arousal has us both
sounding a little like animals in heat. Ryan jerks  down my work khakis and
grabs my balls to squeeze hard enough so my body gets  stiff and still.
Breathlessly he gasps, "Pull my pants down." I fumble with the  snap rubbing my
cheek against his, then pull down the zipper and his big hard  cock comes right
out through the fly of his underwear. Ryan lets go of my balls  turning me
around. His arm goes around the front of my neck holding my head back
against his shoulder, his hard bicep muscle bulging under my chin. The head of
his dripping cock is against my asshole, then it's past my sphincter muscles
and  straight up my ass with my back arching away from Ryan's body. His other
arm  goes around my waist and he pulls me tightly back against him, my back
to his  chest as the last inch of his eight inch boner slides very tightly
inside me. I  gasp at his sexual dominance as the pain's already reducing.
It still hurt when  his long engorged cock went right up my ass, but I took
it all inside me without  a complaint or a sputtered groan of pain. Ryan's
lips are on my ear, "That's my  good boy, Danny," and a hard hump against my
buttocks as he pulls the back of my  head tighter against his shoulder. I'm
shuddering a little, totally submissive  now. He mumbles, "That's was great,
and oh man, if you only knew how awesome it  feels to be able to drive my
cock right up your sweet ass, all the way up  without hurting you. It's
unbelievable!" I feel him shuddering now, then again.  No withdrawal, just another
dominant hump against my buttocks pulling me back so  I need to go up on my
toes this time. His boner grows harder and fatter inside  me, and I gasp,
"Aaaaah, that  feels good." It's hard to describe, but being filled up like
this back there, and so quickly too, it's like the perfect fit."


I moan with pleasure again as a wave  of nerve ending sensations from my
rectum sizzle around my midsection with a  buzzing in my groin, this time
making my shoulders shudder. Ryan murmurs, "Yeah,  my cock and your rectum have
become very familiar with each other," and he  finally withdraws his boner
letting me down off my toes. His big boner pulls  back until the bulbous head
catches at the lips of my anus. He stretches my  asshole lips back, waits a
beat, and then right back up my ass goes his hard  cock with a long moan of
pleasure from me as I press my ass back against him,  "Oooh god that feels
good," and he begins fucking me steadily. From the first  thrust I'm going,
"Oooh," with each run of that fat-headed boner moving eight  inches up my
ass again and again. "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh  Albert, ooh, yeah, oooh!"
He keeps his arm around the front of my neck and  an arm around my waist but
I'm not trying to pull away or arch my back now. I'm  flat against him
pressing against his chest and crotch. My throbbing boner is  sticking six
inches straight out from my groin so tight it's doesn't move when  he slams into
my butt cheeks. My cock is like a statue of an erected penis,  feeling so
good I want to stroke it. I don't though because Ryan would just slap  my hand
away.


As my orgasm grows so does Ryan's and  he joins me with moans of pleasure.
I've changed my mantra to, "Umm, umm, umm,  umm, umm," with each thrust up
my ass. The closer my orgasm gets the faster I  say it until, "Umm, ooh
Albert I'm gonna.." and my back does arch now while at  the same time Ryan gasps
and shoots his load inside me as my hips hump. I squeal  and almost pass-out
from overloaded sensory intake as cum streaks from my stone  penis in a
long straight line. It's motionless, hanging in the air for a  fraction of a
second, and then drops to the floor of the garage as I shake and  hump a
second shot of cum from my nuts. I don't see that one because my eyes are
tightly closed concentrating on how it feels rather than what it looks like
coming out. My eyes pop open as I'm shaking a little with Ryan tightening his
hold on me and humping against my ass grunting. His face feeds hot against the
 side of my face and neck. Three hard humps followed by a half dozen lazy
eight-inch thrusts up my ass. He lets go of me gasping, pulling his cock out
of  my ass. He's chuckling, then mumbles, "Holy fuck, just when I think it
can't get  any better, it gets better." He bends at the waist with his hands
on his knees  breathing fast and hard, his big cock shiny with jism. I'm
leaning against the  table looking at the barber tools as the fast moving last
ripples of my orgasm  sneak away, and then I sigh contentedly as Ryan's cum
drools from my ass and  runs down the back of my legs.


Still catching my breath, I'm like, "You're a superstar  fucker, Albert,
and you're right about the one big thrust up my ass. Oh fuck,  that felt
good." He's nodding his head, "Ya know, when we get married we're  gonna fuck
ourselves to death, Danny." I mumble, "What a way to go." Another  deep breath,
then he's like, "Get over here and suck my cock a little bit?" I  get on my
knees and take it in my mouth sucking and lapping at it until  it's fairly
hard again.  Ryan's letting out little grunts and  shuffling his feet, but
when his cock's hard enough to take in my throat Ryan  fucks my throat a few
times gasping, his damp pubic hairs surrounding my mouth,  and when he pulls
it out it's a hard boner now. It slides hard and sloppy across  my face as
I lick his balls until he turns around and I get into a serious  rimming of
his ass with my tongue way up there tasting acrid matter. Oh man,  this is
such a totally submissive sex act my cock's as hard as wood again.  Ryan's
hunching over, his hands on his knees as he moans out quiet sounds of  sexual
pleasure. Finally he turns around, roughly pushes me forward into the  doggy
fucking position, and fucks me rabbit-fast for four or five  minutes until
I hump squealing and a short four inch shot of something  flies out of my
boner leaving me weak and tingling all over. Ryan has some sort  of climax
humping against my ass grunting and moaning even more than he did with  his
earlier climax.

Now we're both sweating and gasping,  finally sexually satisfied. I get up
and walk bowlegged making both of us laugh.  I'm not actually hurt in there,
but if I was staying the night I might be  hurting by morning. I mean after
this afternoon sex-a-thon, then a bedtime and  morning fuck I'd be pretty
sore. Ryan pulls my pants up with his cum squishing  into my underpants and
some already dried on my buttocks and the back of my  legs. "We're taking a
shower now." I'm still feeling some of the delicious  submissiveness from our
sex as I watch Ryan buttoning his own pants. He barely  nods his head at me
well aware of my condition. Giving my sticky ass a swat, he  goes, "Come
on," and takes my hand. By the time we're in his bedroom most of the
submissiveness has leaked away. Cum has soaked all the way through my khakis in
back by now. A big cum stain that we both chuckle at with a little shake of our
 heads. No hanky/panky in the shower even though we take it together. It's
hard  for me to go directly from a deep submissive sense back to normalcy so
I shampoo  his hair sliding my hands over his chest and shoulders spreading
the shampoo  suds on him. Ryan smiles and enjoys the way I lean against
him. When someone  sexually satisfies me the way Ryan does I feel close to them
and act a little  clingy, but by the end of the shower I'm my old self.
We're in good spirits  while drying ourselves and decide we'll go back to that
over-priced Italian  restaurant for dinner. When we're dressed, Ryan tells
me to call for  reservations and I learn the only reservation available
tonight is at  six-thirty, which if we leave right now with me driving, we can
make. So that's  what we do.


During the ride Ryan only tells me  twice to, "Slow the fuck down!" We get
to the restaurant and are seated in our  favorite waiter's station at
exactly six-thirty. The waiter doesn't remember us  though, so we go through the
same routine as last time with him checking our  drivers license and deciding
we're close enough to twenty-one to serve us a  cocktail. He takes our
order for two Manhattans straight up and when he leaves,  Ryan says, "I hope
this Manhattan cocktail isn't as horrible as the martinis we  had last time." I
mutter, "You big baby," and we smirk at each other. It's fun  being
together. I feel safe and totally comfortable with him and I like looking  at him,
especially after I've just given him a cool haircut. I say, "You fuck me
good, Albert. That was so sexy in the garage." He shrugs, "There isn't
anything  anyone could say to me that I'd like hearing more than that. Thanks,
Danny."  Before we left the house Ryan used a beard trimmer on his skimpy beard
and it's  pretty short now, but still as sexy looking as ever. It feels
sexiest against my  face when it's like a half inch long. I'm staring at him
again until he grins,  saying, "I'd be self conscious if anyone but you stared
at me as much as you  do." I shrug, "I like looking at you, you're sexy." He
says, "Compared to your  looks I'm a fucking troll." I just shake my head,
"You put yourself down too  much. What's Jeff say about how sexy you look?"
He goes, "Frankly I'm getting a  little bored with him. Have you noticed he
can be a bit of a snob?" I go, "No, I  didn't notice that at all. Anyway Tim
and Jeff are just kids so give them some  slack." He says, "Yeah, we were
doing pretty fucking good just you and me before  meeting them. How do we get
rid of them though?" Our drinks arrive as I say,  "Who's being a snob now?"


We order different entrees than last  time we were here, broadening our
culinary experiences. Then, clicking our  Manhattan drink glasses together,
Ryan asks, "What should we toast to?" and I  say, "Um, to us," and that's what
we do. Why not? I don't know what's going to  happen, but I know I'll be
fine with either Ryan or Robby. One of them will  probably feel they've lost
though, and I know that sounds conceited of me.  Anyway I'm going to feel as
bad as they do about that. I hate being the bad guy.  Ryan tastes his drink
and says, "Well, it ain't lemonade-good, but it's kinda  sweet and not nearly
as bad as the martini." I chuckle, "That's quite an  endorsement." We keep
our conversation light during dinner, talking about stuff  we've been
experiencing like the things that happened at work with the guys,  coworkers who
have turned-out to be friends. And that includes the Smith  brothers. Ryan
followed through on his plan to push the tables together in our  little lunch
and break room so we all eat and drink together. It's worked great  and
we've even gotten in the habit of switching lunches with each other, so I  guess
we've all bonded as a team. The baseball team is bonding too. Both our
losses were by only one run, so we think we have a pretty good team. Our two
wins both came when the black dude, 'Speed' was pitching. He's a bit of a
diva,  but okay most of the time.


We don't talk about this weekend and  especially we don't talk about me
telling Robby the plans Ryan and I have been  thinking about. That's in the
back of my mind throughout the dinner though, and  even though I can tell Ryan
knows it is, he doesn't mention it. As Ryan's  telling me about Josh Day's
morning meetings with him, I'm trying to remember  that conversation Robby
and I had when he told me he finally feels he'd get over  us breaking up if it
ever came to that. For a couple of years he wouldn't let  himself even
think of us not being together. He claimed he's matured enough that  if
something happened and we split-up he'd move on with his life. The trouble is  I
don't remember enough of that conversation to know if it'd be helpful to
mention it when telling him about me and Ryan. Hell, I don't even remember what
caused that conversation in the first place. What I do know is until two
weeks  ago I was positively certain that Robby and I would ride off together
into the  sunset forever, and then a couple of weeks ago it struck me that I'd
fallen in  love with Ryan. He wasn't surprised I fell in love with him, but
I was. I was  fucking shocked and frightened by it. It's disturbing, but
also  wonderful.


After dinner he asks, "What time is  it?" and I check my watch, "Jeez, it's
almost eight-thirty." he nods, "Guess we  should head for the airport,
huh?" I nod and shrug, not really wanting to go.  Ryan insists on paying for
dinner and I don't feel like arguing about it. He  always wins our arguments
anyway, so I mumble, "Thank you, Albert. Next time  it's on me." Outside we
get in the Mini with Ryan driving. It's sort of a solemn  ride to the airport,
but Ryan left the top down and driving on the highway it's  hard to talk
without yelling over the traffic noise anyway. That's probably why  he left
the top down. Then at the airport I wasn't expecting him to park, but he
pulls into the short term parking lot. I didn't know he was coming in with me.
Grabbing my satchel we cross the road to the airport and inside he says,
"I'll  walk to the terminal with you and make sure the plane's on time.
Wouldn't want  you stuck here alone for hours if it's delayed." I mutter, "Yeah,
thanks. You  going to say hi to the guys?" He shakes his head, then looks at
me grinning,  "Your brother said he's going to kick my ass for kidnapping you
this summer.  Can't have that." I chuckle, "He's always joking around."


We check the big board to find what  gate they're coming into and we see
the flight from Logan is: 'On Time'. Ryan  stops and takes hold of my arm,
pulling me aside. "Let me check you out, Danny.  I gotta be sure I'm turning
you over to Rob looking sharp." I'm smelling the  back of my wrist so Ryan
pulls my hand away and looks at me, saying, "Goddammit,  Danny! Don't slouch,
I've told you that fifty times. You look, I don't know,  lazy and dopey
slouching." I straighten up, muttering, "Sorry." He smiles at me  now, "Okay
good, you look good," and he reaches up brushing an imaginary  something from my
cheek, saying, "Rob's going to eat you up after a month  without you. Don't
let him eat you though, I want something left of you Sunday  night." I
smirk, "Okay, duly noted. Don't let Rob eat me. Anything else?" He  shrugs, "I'd
like to tell you a lot of things, but I won't." I ask, "Don't you  have any
advice for me?" He shrugs again, "Well, since you asked, um, tell it  right
out matter-of-fact like, as opposed to sounding apologetic. Whatever
you're going to tell him, don't say it like you've committed a crime or
something. You fell in love with me, like you did with him. It's not unheard of,  so
just say it. And tell him the things you've told me. Tell Rob how you feel
about me, the things you've said to me about admiring me and how well I've
handled being in-charge of us, um, of you. And how happy you are being here
with  me.  All the complimentary things you've told me, not to pump me up,
but so  he knows you're serious."


I'm kinda realizing how hard this is  going to be and my balls are
shriveling up into little peas. Ryan says, "You  used the word 'fair' earlier today
and I agree with you. It's only fair the  three of us are honest with one
another. Can you do all that convincingly?"  Thinking of all the compliments
I've had for Ryan since I've been here, the  thought of telling them to Robby
makes me blush. My face grows hot as I stammer,  "It's not like, I mean,
really necessary to go into every single detail. Um, how  'bout if I just say,
um, what you said at first. The straight-out part." He  asks, "You meant
all the things you've been telling me the last few weeks,  right?" I nod, "Uh
huh," and he says, "Oh, and don't forget the part about us  sharing our own
apartment for junior year." Oh fuck! I look at the floor,  mumbling, "Well,
you and I have talked about it, yeah." He goes, "Well, tell him  that so he c
an make plans of his own." I take a deep breath nodding my head, not  at
all sure I can pull this off. Ryan's smiling, "Okay, good! You'll be fine.
I'm not going through security though so I guess it's time to say goodbye for
a  couple of days. Give me a good hug and kiss to hold me over until you're
back."  We get our arms around each other and I kiss him the way he likes me
to do it as  he rubs up and down my back giving me nice shivers. The sides
of our faces come  together, then another tight hug as I inhale his scent
not wanting him to go,  but he takes his arms away, saying, "I really hope you
have a nice time, Dylan.  And I can't wait for first semester when I can
call you 'Dylan' all the time."  He adjusts my hat, then stands back, "You
look great, babe! Well, um, I  guess I should go and let you get to the gate."
I nod and he walks backwards a  few steps, waves at me, then turns around
and walks back the way we came. I  watch him go until he's out of sight, then
look around and see people openly  staring at me. Guess they're not used to
gay guys saying goodbye to a  lover.


Picking up my satchel, I get in line  for security feeling very alone.
Except for sleeping, Ryan's hardly been out of  my sight in four weeks. Maybe
for an hour once in awhile while we fuck with our  side-sex buddies. That's it
though and I guess I've become dependent on him  being there for me. He's
always looking out for me like that time he yelled at  our golf coach the
first week. He's done things like that a dozen times during  the month and it's
like no big deal except I've come to assume Ryan will take  care of this or
that. No problem. He's decided everything for us, like when we  stay in or
go out, when we have a smoke, when we shower or have sex and what  kind of
sex it'll be, and every other thing I can think of. And I like it too. I
can't think of a single time we did anything I didn't want to do. Early on he
embarrassed me a few times by sending me on errands to impress his parents.
When  he made his point though that was the end of that. He didn't press it
or take it  to higher levels, he's stopped doing that because it isn't
necessary anymore.  Everyone's got the message, including me. I understood it and
I'd agreed to it  even before we left college. It's not like he sprung it
on me out of thin air.  We had an outline of his in-charge status before we
even left for Georgia.  Looking around I realize that I miss him being here
and doing all those  things.


I get through security enduring the  usual hassle, then walk down to the
gate they'll be coming in at and sit in a  seat where I can look down the
tunnel and see them coming. Okay, yeah I've  been dependent on Ryan, but it's
nice having little matters decided for me.  Guess I've gotten lazy and very
comfortable letting Ryan be in-charge of us, in  charge of me actually.
Definitely wussy of me and I've regressed maturity-wise,  but fuck... I like it.
Robby is basically way too nice to be like Ryan, and I  don't mean Ryan's not
nice because he is, but he can be stern too and insist on  certain little
things I need to do that Robby would give in to me in a second  without even
thinking about it. I've probably taken advantage of Robby's good  heart too
many times. I can't get away with that stuff when Ryan's in-charge, no
fuckin' way. Robby's so sweet though, and nice and I love him to death, but is
he who I need?. Me being me, and me apparently not  about to change any time
soon I think I need Ryan in my life. I can't imagine  how this past month
could have been any better. Smelling the back of my wrist  again I look
around for Ryan even though I know he's not here.  Fuck!


Okay, I start telling myself to  smile, be happy, and don't fuck-up this
reunion with any talk of changes right  away. Certainly not tonight. I'll talk
to Chubby first when I'm alone with him.  Talk it out and see what my
brother suggests. Then, alone with Robby, like in  bed, I'll be honest and tell
him what I've been thinking, meaning maybe Ryan is  who I need even more than
Robby. It's not a matter of who I love the most, but  who I need the most.
Fuck, that sounds so selfish!  Oh god, I'm not sure I  can do this. Then I
glance at the board and see their plane's taxiing to  the gate and my heart
starts pounding. I can't remember ever being this nervous,  or maybe I'm
scared. Where's my fucking satchel? Oh, it's right next to me. I  stand up, then
sit down tapping my foot and opening the satchel to put my  Marietta
baseball cap inside. Why'd I do that? I take it out again and put it  on, then
stand up feeling stupid and childish. Huh, I haven't matured one  fucking iota!
Not that I have a fucking clue what an iota is. I'm  hyperventilating until
I realize I'm not going  to say anything to  either Chubby or Robby about
me and Ryan. Not this weekend! That's for a later  time. Jesus, get a fuckin'
grip, Danny, um, Dylan! I look around again wishing  Ryan were here for
moral support. I'm never like this when he's with me. He  takes care of things.
Oh fuck, some passengers from the Logan flight are walking  up the tunnel...


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



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Donny  Mumford



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