Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2015 11:54:22 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION  Chapter  28

			 DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION

				Chapter  28

			     by  Donny Mumford



Ryan and I are sitting in the  gazebo holding empty beer bottles thinking
our own thoughts. I'm thinking that  everything considered our 'talk' went
about as well as could be expected. I told  him about my teen fantasy of
having a sub/dom sex partner, one who continues  being in-charge after sex. Ryan
fulfilled that fantasy role almost perfectly and  that fooled me into
thinking I might be in love with him. That's an example  right there of me
clinging immaturely to a childhood fantasy. Spending the  weekend with Robby was a
reality check, snapping me  out of fantasy land. He's my true love... and
the hell with the fantasy. Hell,  love doesn't need to make sense and it often
doesn't. I'll leave fantasy love  for others from now on.


It'll probably be a little awkward  around here for awhile, then hopefully
Ryan and I can continue with the plans we  made before leaving Merrimack.
Those plans never included me falling in love  with him. Perhaps that was in
his plans, but definitely not in our plans. The bogus plans we were making
here in  Marietta were fantasy day dreams, pure and simple. Ryan breaks the
silence, saying, "Okay, I've got the picture. Moving forward  though you're
Danny, not Dylan, as long as you're living with me  anyway." That almost
sounds threatening, but I chose to take it lightly, saying,  "Yes sir, boss."
Without smiling, Ryan adds, "Good, then go get us a couple more  beers." Still
trying to keep the mood light, I say, "You're awfully good at  being in
charge, Albert," although it came out sounding slightly sarcastic.  He shrugs,
acting annoyed. Standing up I start to go for the beers, then stop  and say,
"Um, seriously, you've been wonderful about everything and I do feel  bad
for misleading you. If it's okay with you I'd like to give you a  make-up
kiss hoping we can be our old selves again." He rolls his eyes motioning  with
his hand to, 'bring it on'. I lean down to him give him an open-mouth wet
sloppy kiss and it leads to a hot make-out. We've always had the hots  for
each other and it appears we still do. I end up sitting on his knees  facing
him getting a painfully hard boner. Finally, gasping for air, I slide my
lips off his and lay my forehead on his shoulder, my arms loosely around his
neck.


When I catch my breath, I murmur  in his ear, "In case you didn't know,
this has been foreplay." He strains his  neck looking back towards the house,
then says, "Yeah? Well, my parents are  inside getting ready for their dinner
with the Blakes. What the fuck, pull your  pants down and I'll give you
another hard fucking since you claim we're still  side-sex buddies." Ignoring
the sarcasm I ruffle his short hair and stand up  pulling my underwear and
pants down to my knees, "You're still kinda grumpy,  huh, Albert?" He mutters,
"Not without reason," then, "Take 'em all the way  off," meaning my pants.
I feel very uncomfortable standing here without anything  on below my waist,
but I do as he says hoping he'll get in a better mood. Ryan  reaches over
and squeezes my nuts hard making me go up on my toes grunting and  bending
forward with a hand on each of his shoulders, "Oow." He mutters, "Oh  come on,
I used to squeeze the shit out of your balls and you learned to like  it."
Bullshit! But I nod, mumbling, "It's okay," figuring I deserved it. I've
got what ya might call a guilty conscience.


Still holding my nuts he pulls his big semi-hard cock out  through the fly
of his baseball uniform's pants. Then, letting go of my nuts, he  strokes
his big cock, saying, "Step closer!" I step in between his legs and,
shockingly, he bends down taking my hard cock in his mouth. His lips and tongue  do
magical things on my pecker and within twenty seconds I'm leaning over
again,  supporting myself with a hand on each of his shoulders gasping and
moaning, then  "Oh oh, Albert, I'm gonna cum," He takes my cock out of his mouth
swirling his  tongue around and smacking his lips like he's savoring the
taste of my cock.  Without smiling, he asks, "Do I still seem grumpy?" I don't
say it, but yeah, he  does. Without looking at me, he mumbles, "That the way
a professional  cock-sucker sucks cock." Looking up at me, he adds, "Your
precum is mighty  tasty, by the way." I'm still blowing out short bursts of
air, puffing my cheeks  out waiting until the urge to climax subsides. Holy
shit, he gives awesome  head!


After catching my breath, I'm like, "Wow, how'd you do that?"  He shrugs,
"I've sucked a hell of a lot of cock. The thing is, back in the day  if I
didn't do it really good I'd get a beating from one of the dominant sex
perverts in my past. That was my incentive to do it good." Then he wistfully
adds, "Now it's like I can't imagine why I ever let myself be abused like that."
 I ask, "Don't you ever yearn to experience submissiveness again?" He's
lightly  squeezing my nuts now, making me nervous, "Fuck no, I'm over that
submissive  nonsense. That's for guys like you to grovel in." I go, "Don't be
mean, Albert.  You're not a mean person." He goes, "All I'm saying is being
submissive is  totally out of my system." A little tighter squeeze on my nuts,
as he says, "And  you helped me to finally be done with all that. You and
that asshole at  Merrimack. It's like something finally clicked in my brain
and left me  wondering: what the fuck was that all about?" I go, "Huh."


Another quick dominant squeeze on  my nuts, "Oh! Ow!" and he chuckles. I
go, "Stop doing that!" He squeezes then  again, then lets go. In a calmer
voice, I ask, "Why do you think I still get a  kick out of being submissive?" He
snorts, then says,  "I have no fucking  idea. I really don't." He's still
not acting friendly, so I ask, "Can you show  me how to do that thing with
your tongue when you sucked my dick?" He says,  "Nah, my tongue is
ambidextrous or something. I was born with it like that, and  you weren't. A freak of
nature, that plus a lot of practice." I go, "Yeah, you  do have a very
maneuverable tongue, especially while making-out." Holding his  cock up, he
mumbles, "Yeah well, it's your turn." I get on my knees between his,  asking, "Did
you forget how to grin? I miss your cute grin." He just nods his  head at
his dick, so I go down on it. No way I can duplicate his tongue action,  not
even a little bit. Still, I suck a rock-hard boner on his penis. As I'm
sucking out some watery precum he puts his hand on my forehead pushing my head
away, "That's enough or I'll cum in your mouth." I say, "You can if you
want."  Okay, so I'm brown-nosing a little. It doesn't seem to be working
though, as he  goes, "No, I don't want to cum in your mouth. What I do want is
for you to sit  on my cock." Before I can do that we hear the side door of the
house slam. I  stand right up putting my underwear and shorts on as Ryan
puts his boner  away, mumbling, "What the fuck? They never get ready to go out
this fast."


I sit on the bench as we're both trying to see who came out of  the house.
"It's your mother," he nods his head and we watch her going into the
garage. A few seconds later she comes out with a shopping bag. Ryan goes, "Oh,
she probably bought something new to wear tonight and forgot to take it in the
 house." I'm rubbing my crotch, mumbling, "Jesus, you've got me horny as
hell."  Irritably he says, "You're the horniest guy I've ever known." I'm
like, "Can't  help it. Making-out with you gets me hot, and then you sucked my
dick with your  ambidextrous tongue and your sexy lips. I mean, fuck,
whaddaya expect?" Ignoring  that, he roughly rubs my head, asking, "Did any of
those guys give you any shit  about your haircut?" I shrug, "Just Robby, like I
told you. Spider liked it and  said it was a cool. And, ya know, Chubby's
seen it before at college." Ryan  tells me about Tim's and Jeff's haircuts
Saturday morning, "I wasn't in the best  of moods thinking about you being
brainwashed by your brother and Rob, so I cut  their hair extra short taking it
out on them. And ya know what: they both told  me it's the best summer
haircut they've ever had." I go, "They're just a couple  of brown-nosing kids,
Albert."


We hear the side door close and we  both look over, then Ryan goes, "I
started to ask you this a little while ago.  Do you know Mike Bloom? He's from
church and Bible study." I'm like, "Is he the  guy you were talking with last
Wednesday night? The redhead who smokes  unfiltered cigarettes." Ryan nods,
"Yeah, him. Do you think he's hot?" I shrug,  "He's okay I guess. Nothing
special though," and Ryan's like, "What? You don't  think he's hot?" Avoiding
that, I ask, "Is he gay?" and Ryan shrugs, "I think  so, although he didn't
come out and say as much. He was hinting around that we  should grab a beer
together sometime." I go, "Oh yeah? What's his story?" Ryan  says,
"Basically I know he just turned twenty-two and he's a senior at North  Carolina
State." I look at him, "Why didn't you say something to me about this  last
week? You gonna go out with him?" Ryan says, "Yeah, I'll probably go out  with
him, but I wanted to think about it first. Why, do you think I should go
out with him?" I go, "What else do you know about him?" "Well, he's in the
Army  reserves and works at his father's Deli downtown. I've been in that place
maybe  five times in my life and every time he was at the register. His
eyes remind me  of yours." I go, "Huh, yeah, you should go out with him." My
first inclination  is to have a twinge of jealousy, but I just told him my
heart belongs to Robby  so why shouldn't he try finding someone his heart
belongs to?


Lighting another cigarette, Ryan takes a drag and while  exhaling, says,
"Yeah, I was thinking of calling him and seeing if he wants to  grab a beer
tonight." Tonight? Oh, so this is payback for me putting the kibosh  on our
bogus plans, pure and simple. Well we had our welcome home sex ten  minutes
after I got back. Fair enough. I say, "Yeah, give him a call." Ryan  takes out
his cell phone, mumbling, "I'm kinda nervous. Don't know why I should  be
though. I mean he's the one who came-on to me, assuming I haven't misread
him." He's scrolling through his list of phone numbers, mumbling, "I logged
his  phone number in here someplace, then, "He never said he was gay, but I
got the  feeling he is." I go, "Well fuck, call him already." I don't really
have any  right to be upset about this, but I am a little bit. Ryan calls and
after what  sounds like an awkward conversation from Ryan's end, they're on
for tonight.  Putting his cellphone in his pocket, he's blushing, saying,
"Damn, I was  nervous! He wants to go out tonight although he seemed shyer on
the phone than  he was in person last Wednesday." I shrug, "Huh. Um, what
are you gonna tell  Jeff?" Ryan frowns, "Jeff? I don't need to tell him
anything. He's only a  side-sex buddy; I'm not serious about him. He's getting
too clingy and he's  immature." I'm like, "Oh yeah? Huh. Well, um, ya know,
what are we gonna do  about dinner since your parents are going out to eat?"
He makes a 'face', then  chuckles, saying, "That's the date. Mike and I are
gonna have dinner together.  He has an apartment and claims to be a good
cook." I give him a blank  expression, and he adds, "I'll bet he can't cook like
you can though." Shrugging  at that, I'm pissed-off because it's just rude
leaving me alone for dinner.  Rubbing the back of my wrist against my nose,
I mumble, "I suppose you're taking  the Mini," and he says, "Yeah, of
course! Oh wait, you'd be stuck here if I take  the Mini." I shrug again, and he
goes, "What the fuck, I'll take my motorbike  and you can use the Mini. Call
Timmy or something. I saw him whispering to you  at the game."


I'm doing a lot of shrugging this afternoon, as I say, "This  is my first
night back, Albert, and I thought..." He's irritated, "What the fuck?  You told
me to call him." Another shrug, "Yeah, but I didn't think you'd make a
diner date for tonight." More silence, so I light a cigarette feeling stupid
for  objecting because this could be the perfect answer to everything. If it
turns  out this Mike dweeb is the guy Ryan falls head over heels for, Ryan
and me can  get back to being just side-sex buddies without all the angst.
This time I break  the silence, saying, "Hey, I'm just breaking your balls,
Albert. Actually this  is good for both of us." He says, "It probably won't
work out as anything  special." I say, "Well, I hope it does work out. Don't
worry about me tonight,  and thanks for letting me use the Mini." He goes, "No
problem," as he passes me  his cigarette butt. I drop it in the big
vase-ashtray while he's telling me, "I  better get myself inside and shower for my
first date ever." Jeez, this is  Ryan's first date? Yeah, I guess it is.
That sort of softens my attitude about  things. I hug his shoulders, "Hope it
works out for you." Ryan asks, "Do you  think I should bring a condom?" I
nod, "Oh yeah, be optimistic." He goes, "Fuck,  I'm nervous. Maybe you could
come with me and whisper to me what I should do and  say," and he chuckles
nervously.  Jesus, his first date ever. I ask,  "Didn't you ever consider you
and me on a date?" He goes, "No, and that's odd,  isn't it? Did you ever
think we were on a date?" I shrug for the hundredth time  this afternoon,
saying, "No, I guess I didn't either. Weird, huh?" Every time  Willie and I went
out he called it a 'date'.

Walking with Ryan to the house I'm  wondering what I'll do tonight. I guess
call Timmy, but what'll I do for dinner?  I hate eating alone. Huh, it's
only five o'clock so too early for dinner anyway.  Following Ryan inside and
when he goes into his bedroom I follow him in there  too, asking, "So this
Mike person has his own apartment, huh?" Ryan goes, "Yeah,  that's pretty
cool, isn't it?" I ask, "What's he making for dinner, do ya know?"  Ryan's
taking off the shirt of his baseball uniform, saying, "I didn't ask.  Should I
take something like, I don't know, a bottle of wine or something?" I  chuckle,
"How 'bout flowers?" and he just shakers his head. "Nah, I'd feel  stupid
taking anything. He might not even be gay." I plop on his bed, "He knows
you're gay and he asked you to his apartment, so he's gay and he's apparently
got the hots for you." Ryan says, "Damn, it's the strangest thing to all of
a  sudden be kinda popular." I mumble, "I've been telling you for two years
you're  hot. Now that you've come out of your shell and joined the rest of
us you see I  was right. First Jeff, then Timmy, and now this guy, Mike." He
drops his pants,  saying, "Timmy's got the hots for you, not me. It's funny
that I lusted after  Tim last summer, then when I got to know him it was like
... nothing. You can have  him, but Jeff's another story." Ryan's selecting
what he's going to wear  tonight, neatly laying each piece of clothing on the
bed next to where I'm  laying, then underpants and socks. He mumbles,
"Jeff's the first guy ever to  suck-up to me openly. So sure he's clingy and
immature, but he's always telling  me compliments and trying to do things for
me. Always asking if I want him to  get me this or that. Ha ha, but like I
said it gets tiresome after a while." I  say, "Jesus, you're getting a big
head," but he didn't hear me because he walked  into the bathroom and now the
shower turns on.


Seeing Ryan laying out his church clothes before going into  the bathroom
makes me smile because I missed church this morning, without  missing it one
bit. Flopping over on his bed I put my face in Ryan's pillow.  Damn he
smells good. Huh, maybe this kid, Mike, is the reason Ryan so easily  accepted my
decision about Robby. It's like he not only expected I'd come back
changing my mind, but he's secretly kind of good with it. I mean, sure he was
grumpy because nobody likes being rejected, but other than being a little nasty
he just about shrugged the whole thing off. That's kind of disappointing
actually, but for the best obviously. Still, it's puzzling. I'm trying to get
a  picture of this Mike guy in my head and I'm pretty sure I have an
accurate  picture of him. I seriously don't see what's so special about him. Ryan
saying  Mike's hot is a huge stretch. Maybe he has a great personality or
something.  He's not goofy looking or anything like that, just kind of a
nondescript guy.  Smelling Ryan's pillow again I'm not sure how I feel, although
maybe this will  turn out to be that miracle I was hoping for. The one where
Ryan falls in love  for real with someone other than me.


Ten minutes later he comes out of the bathroom naked,  towel-drying his
hair. I stare at his eight inch flaccid penis and get a squirmy  feeling low in
my belly. Ya know what? Ryan has sexy legs too, and then there's  that
great body of his. I say, "You're sexy-hot, Ryan." He drops the towel, "Oh
yeah? Thanks." He shakes his head slowly, "Christ, probably nothing will even
happen tonight," and I go, "Take the upper hand and let him know you're
interested in him." I have this crazy urge to ask Ryan for a quick hot fuck, but
 I'm not going to do that. In fact I'm going to stop asking him for it all
together. I'll wait for him to initiate sex from now on because I need to
get  over my infatuation with his sex. It's awesome sex, but sooner or later
Ryan's  side-sex has to end. Fuck, I hate change!  Dressed now, he asks, "Am
I overdressed do  ya think?" He has on clothes he wears to church, but
without the tie. I go,  "Nope, that's the way Mike knows you, the way you're
dressed now." Ryan's  looking at himself in the mirror messing with his hair.
"I  really like this haircut, Danny." I mumble, "I'd like it on me too," and
he  points a finger at me, "Don't start up with that shit again!" Just a
reminder  he's still doing the Ryan-in-charge thing I guess. Maybe I should put
an end to  that too. Nah, if I'm giving up asking for sex, that's enough of
a change for  now, so I mutter, "Sorry."


Irritated again, Ryan says, "I  just fucking told you about the haircut
situation fifteen minutes ago," and I  mumble, "I was only kidding, Albert." He
says, "Well don't! Sometimes you're  more immature than Jeff, if you can
believe that." He's changing his shirt,  "This goes better with these pants,
don't ya think." Obviously he's still  comfortable being bossy to me. I say,
"Yep, you're right, that shirt's perfect."  He holds out his arms, "How do I
look?" He looks good enough to eat, that's how  he looks. I say, "You look
handsome and sexy." he says, "I thought about shaving  except Mike's got the
same short-beard-look I have." Ah ha, that's it! Mike's  dark red beard... it
just doesn't cut it for me. It's too bristly while Ryan's is  wispy and
soft. Almost curly. Now I remember him, sort of. He says, "Oh fuck,  I've got a
half hour to kill. Come outside with me for another smoke." I nod,  "Yeah,
okay. Don't forget breath mints." Walking downstairs he isn't doing the
hand holding. I resist the urge to bump my hand against his, but don't because
we're into our non-boyfriend relationship now and with Ryan there's no
halfway  with anything. Plus he's got that damn willpower going for him too. To
test the  waters, I ask, "Are you pissed-off at me, Albert?" He glances
over, "Yeah, I am,  but it is what it is, Danny. I gave it my best shot and
ended-up right back  where I started with you. You know, before this summer's
adventure." Fuck!  Misadventure is more like it.


Well, I had to tell him we're not  boyfriends, but maybe it could have been
done without such an abrupt cut and dry  finality to it. Going outside, I
ask, "We're still side-sex buddies, right?" He  says, "Who knows. You could
change your flaky mind about that too. I'm sure  we're not boyfriends, that's
been made clear." A little petulant, I mumble, "If  you say so." He snaps
at me, "It's you who says so!" Both of us are frowning now  as we walk to the
gazebo lighting cigarettes. Ryan was intimidating there for a  second so
I'm not going to antagonize him further. Fuck him. Then he softens,  saying,
"Um, sorry for jumping down your throat. The truth is you've been a
tremendous help to me this summer, especially where my self-image is concerned  both
with my parents and peers. I'm grateful for that and I thank you. While
it's easy to be in love with you there has to be a point where I accept
reality.  It hit me during the game today that it's never going to happen for me
with you.  It was like a smack in the face, but I need to accept it and get
on with my  life. Rob had too big of a head start on me. That's what you told
me basically.  You'll have to forgive me if I'm not thrilled about all this
 though."


A minute of silence as I think back over the last hour. Ryan's  been all
over the place. Seemingly friendly and almost joking about our  relationship,
then snapping at me. Finally I says, "I know you're not thrilled,  Ryan, but
I'm not thrilled either, and you don't need to yell at me." He just  shakes
his head, muttering, "I'm Albert, remember? And, I'm not yelling at you."
To change the subject, I go, "Yeah, right. Well, what exactly did, um, Mike,
say  when you called him?" Brightening up a little, he goes, "He was a
little awkward  about everything, and so was I for that matter. First time for
me." I'll say  they were awkward. Ryan goes on, "He said he was glad I called
and that he's  been working up the nerve to talk to me for the past couple
of weeks. Can you  imagine that? Someone needing to work up the nerve to
talk to me." Well, this is  better than Ryan snapping my head off, so I keep it
going, "He's always very  neat and clean-cut, don'cha think?" Ryan goes, "I
never paid much attention to  him before he talked to me Wednesday. Then
there was this kind of energy between  us. At least I thought so." I go, "Tell
him that. And I have noticed him now  that I think about it. He's my
height, right?" Ryan goes, "No, he's more my  height." Wrong guess. I say, "Red
hair is kinda cool." We do small talk for a  bit and then Ryan stands and
hands me the keys to the Mini, saying, "I'm going  to take off now. Walk to the
garage with me."

In the garage I help him pull the tarp off his motorbike. He  says, "Fold
the tarp for me," and he gets his helmet off the shelve, mumbling,  "This
will mess up my hair." I say, "Just run a pocket comb through your hair  when
you take off the helmet. I gave you a haircut that'll go right back in
place." He nods, "Yeah, you're right. Okay, let me borrow your pocket comb." I
reluctantly pass it to him, "That's a present from Sammy for giving his
brothers  haircuts." he goes, "Yeah, I know, Anyway thanks, I won't lose it."
Hoping on  his bike he fires it up, and without looking at me, mumbles, "Wish
me luck," and  then does a wheelie out of the garage. I wave, but he doesn't
look back. It felt  really weird not doing a kiss 'goodbye' after a summer
of kissing hello,  goodbye, and the many times he told me to, 'give him a
kiss like I mean it'.  Taking a deep breath I'm realizing there'll probably be
a lot of weird moments  the next five weeks. Wandering back to the gazebo
where I plan on staying until  Ryan's parents leave for their dinner
engagement. I'm thinking about how uncomfortable today was.  Then I remember Robby
wanted me to call him after my talk with Ryan. Wait, he's  on the plane so his
phone is turned off, or it should be anyway. Okay,  Ryan pretended it was
no big deal that I dumped our plans,  but he had to be hurt. I'd be hurt if
the situation was somehow reversed. Thank  God for this guy, Mike, he made it
possible for Ryan to save face. I suppose  Mike's good for repairing Ryan's
ego a little  too.


He said he knew I'd  make the decision I made. It's not like I did anything
to purposely mislead  anybody. Wish I never came down here in the first
place,  that's what I wish. It was a loser of an idea from the start. Yeah,
except I was  really enjoying myself living my goofy fantasy life with Ryan
almost the perfect  dominant sex partner. Oh, balls to that!  Ryan was fooling
himself about me falling in love with him just as  much as I was fooling
myself. He's not without some blame knowing how easily I'm  influenced and all.
A case could be made that he took advantage of my good  nature as well as
my tendency to love the one I'm with.  Nothing good can come out of a
misguided love when a person already knows  goddamn well who he's in love with.
Ryan even admitted Robby and me have had our  love affair too long for him to
catch-up. Yeah, but yet he still lured me into  thinking I loved him. Ya
know, without too much trouble I could convince myself  this was all Ryan's
fault and I'm the injured party, not  him. That's what my immature mind might
do, but my current mind knows  better. Ryan  become a better person this
summer and there's no denying how hot our sex is.  Maybe I should put that in the
past tense though because, considering his fucking willpower, I'd probably
need to nag the shit out  of him before he'll have any sub/dom sex with me
now. Well, I'm not nagging him  for it, or for anything else; I've got
willpower too. The truth is I don't have  a legitimate reason to be mad at him.
I'm just fooling myself pretending it's  Ryan's fault. No, fuck that! It is
partially his  fault.


Killing time I fool around with my iPhone for a while checking  emails.
Trouble is it's not easy for me to answer emails on my iPhone. I never
mastered that two-thumbs method like I see some guys doing. Sitting in the  gazebo
is getting boring, but I'm determined to stay here until his parents  leave
the house. It'd be embarrassing to tell them that Ryan's on a date with
another guy leaving me here alone. His mother would probably be angry with him
for doing that. I'm a little angry about it myself. I try calling my mom
but she  doesn't answer, which means she's turned her phone off. Her and Tris
could be at  the movies or maybe she's having an amorous date with her
fiancé. I hope she is,  although I immediately put the picture of that out of my
mind. It's dumb of me,  but I'd rather not picture her and Rider screwing.


To pass the time I let my mind  wander to the various guys I've had sex
with in my life. Jesus, there's gotta be  like, I don't know, ten of them, or a
dozen maybe. They were all enjoyable to  varying degrees because orgasms
are enjoyable. The strength of an orgasm isn't  the real measure of how hot
the sex was though. Like that brute at the fair in  the outdoor toilet. My
orgasm was really intense but I hated him and the more I  think about it the
more I think it was borderline rape. What a pig! It's my  submissive fetish
that gets me in trouble at times. That's true, but it feels so  good. Huh,
then there's Willie, who I kinda miss. Huh, I probably won't  recognize him
when I see him again. I'll recognize his person but probably not  his latest
reinvention of himself. I just hope he doesn't become some pervert's
mistreated lap dog again. Willie can fuck good too, he's second best at sub/dom
sex. After some more sex musings, I hear a car start up. Standing so I can see
the driveway and watch them  drive away. Okay, and there they go.


Okay! I go inside twirling Ryan's  Mini keys on my finger trying to think
what I should do now. Deciding on a  shower I go to my third floor bedroom
and get undressed, then look at my naked  self in the full length mirror, the
one that's on the closet door. Huh, not bad.  Spider's right, my hair looks
cool from the front. Not so cool from the side  though. I really shouldn't
bitch about it so much. Five weeks from now these  haircuts are a thing of
the past. I'm gonna start growing my hair out and try  getting over my haircut
fetish. Fucking Sonny though, his haircuts drove me  nearly wild. He's a
hot little fucker and dominant too. He does his dominant  routine with a grin
of mischief on his face. It somehow makes anything he does  seem like a
game. He's probably fucking the ass off that motorbike buddy of his  right now.


In the shower I'm grinning while  thinking about the ex-posse boys and
wondering if Bean's getting his dick sucked  now that I'm not around. I know
Devon hasn't followed-up gay sex with anyone  after me because he's more
straight than gay by a wide margin. Then there's Ray.  I've no interest in him
whatsoever and it remains the mystery of my life why I  ever thought he was
hot. Great cock on that kid though, but the rest of the  baggage he carries
around is too much to overlook. He's an asshole basically.  Hmmm, I wouldn't
mind having some buddy sex with Danny Monday now that Robby's  dropped him, or
Danny dropped Robby, whatever. I'd never do that though because  it's be
insulting to Robby. There's nobody in my sex musings that can compare to
Robby and that's the bottom line. Oh man, I'd love to do some more fucking in
that pickup of his. Those were the days!


After my shower, laying on the bed  naked, I try Robby's cellphone again
and he answers right away. "Hey, Dylan!"  Then a cautious, "Um, how did you're
talk with Ryan turn out?" I go,  "I'm not sure yet, but he did say he
wasn't thrilled to hear what I had to  say. He also mentioned that you and me
have too long of a love affair for him to  overcome." Robby asks, "He didn't
get mad or anything?" I go, "Yeah, he was a  little pissed off. For example,
he left me in the house alone tonight to go on a  date with some other guy. A
dinner date at the guy's apartment, if you get my  drift." Robby's like,
"Ryan? He has a date with some guy? How'd that happen?" I  shrug although
Robby doesn't know it. "Oh, the guy sort of came on to him at  Bible study I
guess. Anyway Ryan called him and he's on a Sunday night date  right now." "Oh
that sucks, Dylan," although he doesn't really sound too  broken-up about
it. I go, "Yeah, not a very classy thing for him to do, but I  did renege on
all the plans he and I talked about. Ya know, the stuff I told  you." He
tells me the plane ride was bumpy and there was a lot of bitching from  Chubby
and Spider because of their lingering hangovers. Robby's still in the car
with Chubby's driving down the Mass Pike heading for home. Robby's in the back
 seat talking to me and we both know cellphone conversation are annoying to
 others so we only talk for a couple of minutes. Before hanging up Chubby
wants  to say 'Hi' and we talk as he drives. Not a good Idea so I cut us off
after a  minute thanking him for visiting and telling him I love him.
Nothing from Spider  except I heard him in the background grumbling about the
traffic  back-up.


After the call I wish I was with  them in the car. Without a better idea I
drive the Mini to a sub shop and order  a large meatball sub and eat it back
at Ryan's on the kitchen table drinking a  Coke. I've showered and eaten
dinner, so now what? Without even especially  wanting to, I call Tim Dulson
and he tells me he and Brad have just returned  from the Marietta Diner where
they had dinner. Ah ha, so this is what Bradford  'had to do'. That's the
phony  reason he couldn't eat with his family and  Mr. and Mrs. Wilcox. Can't
say I blame him. Tim and Brad are mumbling  together, and then Tim says,
"Dude, join us at my house. My parents are at the  country club." I ask, "How
about your brother?" he goes, "Yeah, shit head's  here, but he won't bother
us. Come on over." Three-way sex with a shit head  brother in the house. Not
really what I'm looking for. Then Brad gets on the  phone asking if anyone's
at my place. He knows Ryan's parents are at his house  and he assumes
Albert's out because I called Tim. I'm like, "This isn't my  house, Brad, and I
don't know when Albert will be back, so this place is out. No  way!" He talks
me into coming over to Tim's and gives me directions. What I  should do is
stay home and give Ryan a guilty conscience for leaving me alone in  this
huge house. It giving me the creeps being here alone. Without much choice,  I
agree to go over to Tim's house.


Surprisingly I don't get lost  getting there, but then it's only a five
minute drive. Even more surprisingly  I'm not all that enthusiastic about this
three-way sex for some reason. The  couple of times Brad's fucked me it was
bare-basic buddy sex, so that's good. No  making-out or false words of
endearment. Sex for the sheer pleasure of it and  when it's done it's like, 'Hey,
how 'bout that Braves game last night?' Ya just  get on with things feeling
kinda sexually satisfied. Actually I'm probably doing  this mostly so I can
say to Ryan I was with Tim and Brad tonight. He'll knows  that's code for
fucking. This way I don't look pathetic staying home alone.  Jesus, that
sounds petty even to me. I'm not exactly disappointed that Ryan  moved on so
easily, but it does makes me wonder if I meant as much to him as he  claimed I
did. Maybe this Mike person is more than a 'face-saving' thing for  Ryan.
And the more I talk to myself about this the more it's looking like I'm  into
a, 'I want my cake and eat it too', kind of thing.


Tim's house is another big one  like most houses in this part of Marietta.
Bunch of rich fuckers. Chubby's and  my condos would fit inside this house
with room for a couple more condos. I ring  the bell and the door opens
immediately. I'm face to face with Tim's clone. He  turns around and yells, "It's
for you, Tim!" Then to me, "Come on in. I'm Paul,  aka, Dulse." Nickname
taken from his last name of 'Dulson' I suppose. "Good to  meet you, Dulse, I'm
Danny." He mutters, "Yeah, whatever," and Tim comes from a  doorway with a
big smile on his face, "Danny!" and we do the one-arm hug with a  couple of
pats on each other's back, then rub each other's identically barbered  head,
grinning. He goes, "Glad you could make it, man," and Brad joins us giving
me a quick hug. He still has the faux mohawk that looks cool on him. Paul's
 slinking away as Brad says, "Dulse, ya wanna join us? You're always
welcome,  dude. Ya don't know what you're missing." Paul has long wavy hair parted
in the  middle. He says, "No thanks, I'll leave you bum-bandits to your
kinky shit and  continue living my boring straight existence." Tim says, in an
off-hand way,  "Too bad. My brother has a nice penis on him, bigger than
mine." Brad and I  exchange smirks as Paul goes upstairs. I ask, "Do your
parents know you're gay,  Tim? I thought you said..." and he goes, "Nah, only my
brother. He's a shit-head,  but for an older brother he's okay."


I follow Brad and Tim downstairs  to a nice rec room finished in wood
paneling. For games there's a pool table and  a electronic pinball machine.
"We're in the middle of a pinball tournament,  Danny. Timmy's got a hundred
thousand point lead on me, but that's nothing in  this high scoring game." I
watch them play for twenty minutes until Tim wins  going away. Brad grins, "That
boy spends too much time playing that fuckin'  machine." Maybe this isn't
going to be three-way sex-a-thon after all. We start  a game of cut throat
pool where each of us has five consecutively numbered  balls. The object is to
get the other two player's balls off the table with one  or more of your
balls left. Cool game when the three players are about the same  skill level.
We shoot pool for an hour drinking beers from the refrigerator  that's in
the corner that looks like a Coke machine. Tim's got some weed and a  couple
of joints are passed around with me faking inhaling when it's passed to  me.
There's a big machine on the ceiling sucking the smoke through filters and
then an exhaust fan blows it outside. Nice set-up!


About two hours after I arrived we've all had three or four  beers and
shared three joints. Brad's got the giggles from the pot and drops his  pants,
saying, "You first, Timmy, then Danny." Oh, it is going to be a three-way
sex-a-thon.Tim strokes Brad's average sized penis. It's about five inches,
uncut  with normal heft. Timmy's way of sucking cock is to lean over and suck
it into  his mouth instead of getting on his knees, the more popular method.
He makes  slurping sounds licking and sucking Brad's cock until all around
his mouth  saliva glistens in the overhead lights. "Give Danny a chance." I
imitate Tim by  leaning over and slurping Brads wet semi-hard cock into my
mouth. I like sucking  cock, especially when it's covered in another guy's
saliva. That's assuming the  other guy's kinda cute and his mouth is
clean-looking and pink with sparkling  white teeth. Most guys our age have shiny white
teeth because we grew up with  excellent dental care, plus the water supply
has fluoride added to the natural  fluoride in water. Or that's what I've
been told anyway.


As I'm sucking Brad's cock he's absently rubbing my head while  arguing
with Tim about the pinball game. Something about Timmy knowing how to  avoid
'tilting' the game. Brad's saying, "Ya know, Timmy, it's a form of  cheating.
You've got some trick that I don't know about that's eliminating  tilting."
This is what passes as foreplay for Tim and Brad. They like each other
okay, but it's mostly about getting 'off' sexually, almost robotically. Still,
sucking cock, even with the guy arguing about some inane subject still gets
my  dick hard. It feels good and it's putting me more in the mood for this
recreational sex.


I'm getting my tongue inside the  uncut foreskin of Brad's clean penis. I
expected it'd be clean because it was  the other time I sucked his dick, and
Timmy's mentioned a couple of times how  Brad's very hygienic. Tim should
know since he's sucked off Brad maybe fifty  times. When I slurp a drool of
precum, Brad's like, "Whoa, ooh," and steps back  pulling his cock from my
mouth. It's shiny wet and pretty much sticking straight  out from his pubic
patch. The uncut foreskin has been stretched to uncover the  head, reaching
only to the neck now. I'd guess his cock is closer to six inches  than five
when erect like this. That baby is tight too! Brad's like, "Damn, that  felt
good, boys. Y'all know what you're doing, cock-sucking-wise. So ya wanna  drop
those shorts now. Timmy you first." Tim drops his pants and plays with his
tiny dick a little, saying to me, "Get your mouth on my cock, bitch." Ha
ha, can  you imagine that? He's cute though. Still I need to suck on my lips
to keep from  grinning at his flaccid two inch penis. Brad snorts out a
laugh, probably  thinking the same thing I am. He says, "Let's go, Danny, you
suck Timmy cock and  I'll fuck his cute ass." Timmy goes, "Don't worry, Danny,
I'll fuck you  after we do this."  I'm grinning like mad, but my hard dick
moves in  my pants, so I'm finally really getting into it now. Casual sex is
fun.


Brad's rolling a condom on his boner, asking, "Do either of  you boys have
a condom? I wasn't expecting Danny and only brought the one with  me." Timmy
says, "I've been doing my bitch bareback, Brad. I won't let him fuck  me
and you won't let us fuck you, so we only need the one condom." Timmy bends
over with his hands on his knees as Brad walks up behind him, saying, "How
about  if we wanna go for seconds?" He lines his boner up with Tim's asshole,
putting  some pressure to hold it there. Tim mumbles, "Oh yeah, we'll need
another condom  for seconds, you're right." Grabbing Tim's hips, Brad's
saying conversationally,  "Timmy's right about one thing though. I won't let
either of you boys fuck me,  but Ollie with his big cock plows my ass at least
once a week." I ask, "Ollie's  that older guy, right?" He says, "He's not
that old," as he forces his boner  past Tim's sphincter. Tim goes, "Ahhh!" Brad
casually lifts Tim up on his toes  while pulling him back onto his boner,
telling me, "Ya really outta talk Timmy  into letting you fuck him. Nice ass
on this kid." When his crotch is tight  against Timmy's buttocks, Tim
mutters, "That's tight, but it feels real good,  Bradford." Withdrawing his boner,
Brad pulls Timmy's body right back onto his  boner grinning at me. Timmy
goes, "Ummmm," and Brad says, "Ollie's barely in his  thirties or maybe
thirty-five at the most." Then he does half a dozen full  thrusts up Timmy's ass,
chuckling, "How's that feel, little guy?" I don't  believe I've ever seen
more casual sex. These two could write a book on  buddy-sex.


Tim grunts and wiggles his ass,  murmuring, "Damn, Brad, your cock feels
good up my ass." Brad says, "Y'all got  yourself a damn good ass for fucking
too, Timmy boy." A mutual admiration  society. Tim goes, "Yo, Danny, come on
bitch, suck my cock." He likes to call me  dirty names during sex. Brad and
I grin shaking our heads slowly. Cock? Ha ha,  riiiight! Getting on my knees
and squeezing under Timmy, my forehead against his  belly, I slide his
little dick into my mouth and suck on it, then run my tongue  around the head.
Tim's body moves as Brad's pulling him back onto his boner  again. I move
forward a little fingering Tim's balls into my mouth now too. He  has a very
pleasant boyish scent to his shaved groin area. Sucking Brad's cock a  minutes
ago I noticed the same neutral scent I remembered from the other time I
sucked his cock. Timmy was with us too that first Bible study I attended. We
did  it in the church shed. Timmy, like me, shaves his pubes which I
appreciate. I  get Ryan's pubic hairs in my mouth almost every time I suck him off,
and that's  not cool. For fun I make the same slurping sounds Tim makes when
sucking cock as  I'm grinning around his dick. It only takes a minute or so
to suck Tim's prickle  into a hard spike. Of course Brad's slowly fucking
him too and that has  something to do with Tim springing a boner so quickly.
This is cool but I wish  we were all totally naked. Guy's bodies are so hot
and I get a kick out of  seeing Tim's two pierced nipples, his chest tattoo,
and the small patch of chest  hair at his breast bone.

Brad goes, "Mmmm, this feels good," and begins thrusting  faster and a lot
harder. Each quick hard thrust rocks Tim's crotch against my  face as the,
"Slap, slap, slap," sounds make sexual music.  Brad gets into  a rhythmic hip
movement and after three minutes of me sucking Tim's cock and  Brad fucking
his ass Tim's pushing my head away moaning, "Um!" with each thrust  up his
ass. Then he grunts, "Danny, turn around and get on your hands and  knees."
I do that and he says, "Back up under my chest." It's kinda hot seeing  him
get fucked this hard so I am squeezing under him anxious to join the party.
Timmy pokes his boner past my sphincter, and I go, "Aaaah," 'cause that
little  thing feels good. Then he's like, "Stop a second, Brad. We need to get
synchronized!" Brad chuckles, "Yeah, okay, Timmy, lets get fucking
synchronized." Tim says, "Go slow at first so we can do this right." Brad pulls
his cock out and smacks Timmy's ass, "SMACK! SMACK!" Timmy yelps as Brad
chuckles, then says, "Okay, we'll start together. Pull your cock out of his ass,
 Tim"


I've got a really hard boner even  though these two clowns aren't
especially sexy. I like how casual they are about  everything, and that there's no
rushing, unlike fucking in the church shed when  he had to get off fast. And
it strikes me as funny how quickly Tim's gotten to  be a bossy little fucker
too. He used to be so unsure of himself, so much so  everything he said came
out like a question. No more though. Brad says, "Here we  go," and Tim
grunts a little as Brad's boner goes up his ass, and then his  goes up mine,
"Mmmm." There it is, the constant stimulation on my prostate,  right on it!
Those two take a minute snickering in between grunts of sexual  stimulation
trying to get synchronized. Brad needs to drive his boner up Tim's  ass two and
a half times faster than Tim's driving his two inch boner up my ass.  Same
for pulling their boners back. They get it working though and soon there's
moans and heavy breathing and it goes on for five or six minutes. Tim and I
usually 'get off' in two minutes because his hips are a blur when fucking,
but  now it's much slower thrusting for him.


The sounds of males fucking is  coming from Brad slamming into Tim's
buttocks, "Slap, slap, slap." Tim's going  too slow to get the 'Slap' sounds
against my buttocks. I must say it's a  tantalizing five minutes for me. I'm
spending a lot of energy not making a fool  of myself letting out all the normal
sounds of sexual pleasure I'm feeling. It's  almost torture having my
prostate constantly but slowly teased and stimulated  like this. I'm feeling a
constant buzzing from my prostate and I can't stops  squirming under Tim. Wave
after wave of incredibly hot sensations are pouring  off my prostate gland
keeping me right on the edge of climaxing. I'm starting to  make whining
sounds as the need to climax becomes desperate. Tim gets frustrated  with my
squirming, "Stop moving, bitch!" and he reaches under my chin pulling my  head
back as that two inch spike of his never stops moving. I know I'm going to
cum before Tim and he's being fucked while fucking me at the same time.
It'll be  humiliating but it's on me now as I gasp, "Um, I'm gonna...OOOh, ooh,"
and my hips  hump as I do a squeal with cum shooting straight down to the
floor splattering  my knees. My body's shaking so much Tim's little boner
slips out of my ass as  two more streams of spunk splash on the floor.


Timmy's poking his boner at my  buttock finally nailing my asshole again. I
gasp for breath with orgasm  sensations spreading around my groin and my
shoulders doing their little  shudder. Tim's holding my hips as he goes into
high gear with Brad chuckling and  hammering his boner into Tim. Oh fuck, my
prostate is over-sensitized now  and I try crawling away on my hands and
knees but Tim's holding onto my hips. It  goes on for only a minute more with
Brad breathlessly announcing, "I'm  cumming.." then moaning he fills his
condom. Tim's turn to shake now as a hard  thin stream of cum streaks from his
hard cock. I feel it hit the walls of my  bowels. Brad's pulled his cock out
of Tim's ass, but Tim's got his arms around  my belly in a death grip now
humping against my ass and I suppose shooting more  cum up inside me. Then he
groans and drops down on his ass, his tiny boner  pulling out of me. Tim's
on the floor behind me breathing hard while Brad's  chuckling again pulling
his condom off, "That was cool, boys. You blew your load  first, Danny. How
the hell could Tim's, um, undersized prick get you off that  quickly?"
Standing now I'm feeling my ass as some of Tim's cum drools out. I  mumble, "It's
on my prostate every second, what the fuck ya talking about?  Massage your
prostate and see how long you last." He says, "Never thought of  that," then
he rubs Tim's head, "How ya doing, partner?" Tim's slowly shaking  his head,
"That rocked! Your cock does it just right for me, Brad, and fucking  Danny
at the same time...fuck, I was delirious, man, totally delirious.  Let's do
it again."


Stroking his cock, Brad says, "I  already told you I only had that one
condom." Looking for a bathroom I open a  closet, then Tim points to the right
door. Inside the bathroom I wipe the cum  off my ass with toilet paper. Then
put a wad of Kleenex in my jockey shorts and  pull them up. When I come out
Tim and Brad are working on another joint, each  with a beer in his fist. I
grab a beer but hold my hand up, palm out, indicating  I don't want the
joint when it's offered. Tim says, "Lets drive over to the  pharmacy and get you
some condoms, Brad." Then Paul comes down the steps,  asking, "You homos
done packing fudge yet? If so, lets shoot some pool." Then he  asks, "Jesus,
what's that smell?" Like I said, Paul is a Tim clone, looking just  like him
except he's a year and a half older. With his long hair and slim body  he
could pass for a girl. I always thought Tim was kinda cute and he has the
same exact facial features as his brother. It's kinda weird, but they're almost
 pretty. Tim's close-cut hair eliminates a girlie look for him though.
Looking  closer I see Paul has a light beard, so I guess he doesn't look like a
girl  either. They're nice looking brothers, although on the small  side.


Outgoing Brad grins getting Paul  in a headlock, asking, "Why don't you
ever want to join us, Dulse?" Dulse, says,  "Because I'm not gay, numb nuts,"
but he's not struggling to get out of Brad's  headlock. Brad's sort of
rubbing the side of his face against Paul's cheek. Paul  says, "Stop that! You'll
make Timmy jealous," and Timmy goes, "Fuck no, it don't  make me jealous.
Anyway, I've blown you, Dulse, and you loved it so why not join  us?" Dulse is
like, "Yeah, sucking my cock makes you gay, Timmy, not me."  Brad lets Paul
go, then gooses him and Paul grins, muttering, "Pervert." There's
something going on between those two. We shoot pool as partners; me and Timmy
against Dulse and Brad. Through three games Brad never stops talking dirty to
Tim's brother until Dulse says, "Okay, okay! Let's get condoms and I'll  fuck
pretty boy there," pointing at me. Brad asks, "Okay with you, Danny?" I
shrug, and he goes,  "Hot shit, finally a breakthrough!" Tim mutters, "Paul
won't go through with it, and anyway Danny's my bitch." Brad goes, "Don't fuck
 this up, Timmy. We've been trying to get my boy Dulse here to play with us
for  the past year. Come on boys, y'all pile into my car and we'll get us
some  condoms." Dulse says, "I'm not fucking buying them." Timmy says, "Oh
fer  chrissakes, I'll buy them." As we're walking up the steps to the foyer,
I'm  nodding my head, thinking, 'Not all that bad of a night with the gay
southern  boys'.


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




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Donny  Mumford



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