Date: Wed, 2 Dec 2015 10:57:24 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION Chapter  32 FINAL CHAPTER

DYLAN'S  GEORGIA VACATION
FINAL CHAPTER

				Chapter  32

By  Donny Mumford



Ryan and I are on his motorbike flying down the highway  passing cars like
they're standing still. He has his Oakley goggles, the ones  usually left on
top of his helmet, protecting his eyes from the bugs flying  aimlessly
around and occasionally bouncing off him. I'm huddled behind Ryan  leaning
forward because he's almost leaning over the handlebars. It's eight  o'clock
Sunday night and we're on our way to the waterfalls; the one we visited  my
first weekend in Marietta. We'll have maybe an hour before sunset and then  the
moon and stars should provide enough light for what we're liable to be
doing. It's a exhilarating twenty-minute ride before Ryan slows down and turns
onto a one-lane dirt road. There's tall weeds growing on both sides of the
road  so it almost feels like we're riding through a tunnel. Ryan proceeds
cautiously  up the dirt road at twenty miles an hour creating a dirt storm in
our wake. With  the motorbike's mufflers rumbling sexily Ryan lifts his
goggles to the top of  his helmet, turns his head, asking, "You doing okay,
Danny?" I nod my head  taking my arms from around his waist, sitting up
straight. After adjusting my  helmet I hold onto the sides of the seat we're
sharing, smiling now that we've  made it here alive.


If we're on the right dirt road, the waterfalls should be a  half mile
straight ahead in a wooded area of tall pine trees. From the weeds we  hear
crickets chirping and there's a small wild animal of some kind scurrying  along.
I don't see it, only the tall weeds moving as it makes it's way wherever
it's going. After five minutes on the dirt road Ryan stops and drops his feet
to  the ground balancing the idling motorbike. The road's narrowed to a
dirt path as  Ryan mutters, "I thought we got closer to the falls on the bike
last time." I  can barely hear the waterfall from here. Shrugging, I mumble,
"I'm not sure, but  I think you're right." He puts the bike in gear and we
slowly move forward  another fifty yards until the path surrenders to the
weeds. Ryan kills the  engine and I get off as he puts the kickstand down, then
he gets off too, "Grab  the blanket, Danny," then he turns to look at me,
adding, "If that's not being  too bossy of me." I grin and pull the beach
blanket out from under the seat and  we walk toward the falls though the weeds,
crickets, and small scurrying  animals.


It's still light as I said, so we make our way easily to the  falls. After
watching the mesmerizing endless flow of water rolling over the  cliff for a
minute or so, we begin slowly going down the steep slope to the pond  under
the falls. It's slippery going down the embankment so we're grabbing onto
tree branches, weeds, and each other steadying ourselves so we don't end up
sliding down on our asses. The ground around the pond is spongy and mossy.
It's  the same falls as last time of course, but different water pouring
over the  rocks above. Some things go on forever. Well not forever, but for
hundreds or  thousands of years. It's fortunate water falls aren't conscious
entities or  they'd likely be bored to tears. Ryan and I spread the blanket
out, then get  undressed dropping our clothes on the blanket. It was a bit of
a struggle  getting down the embankment and it's muggy and hot, so we both
have sweat  dripping off our faces. The water looks inviting. Bare ass naked
we look at each  other for a second, then take a running start and jump in
the pond. Wow, it's  cold! Only at first though, it soon feels pleasantly
cool and refreshing. The  water's so clear we can see the bottom fifteen or
twenty feet below. The deepest  part is where the falls splashes loudly into
the pond.


Swimming all around the pond and getting as close as we dare  to the
rapids, then the falls, we float on our backs under the failing sun while  looking
up at the cloud formations in the fading blue sky. After fifteen minutes
or so we get out, move our clothes out of the way and lay on the blanket side
by  side. Ryan lights a cigarette and passes it to me. Taking a drag, I let
the  exhaled smoke drift out, murmuring, "This is nice, huh?" Ryan goes,
"Yeah, it  is," then he says, "I don't think I've ever gone swimming at two
different  places on the same day." I'm curious, or maybe nosey, asking, "How
the hell did  you and Mike slip into your intimate and affectionate
relationship so fast? You  barely know each other." He goes, "Surprised the hell out
of both of us. I don't  know, there's some kind of chemistry between us.
Mike said he noticed it right  away. What exactly it is I couldn't say, and
please don't go into that  pheromones theory of yours again because I haven't
noticed any special scent  from Mike. We just like each other." He glances
over at me, adding, "And,  without getting into details, our sex is off the
charts." I mutter, "TMI," and  then add, "It's kinda rare that everything
clicks in a relationship that  quickly, is all I'm saying." He goes up on his
side, his elbow and forearm on  the blanket supporting him. Blowing smoke
from his nose and mouth, he looks down  at me, and says, "It never would have
happened without you. Mike and I talked  about that and he says it's fate
that you're here. We've even been talking about  working something out so he
and I can get together a couple of times during the  college year. Other than
holidays I mean. We'll both be in Marietta for the  holidays, but it'll be
fun flying in for a few days experiencing each other's  college campus a
couple of times."


Nice to have the resources to do that. Meaning money  obviously. I go,
"Well, I'm happy for you," and he goes, "Ha, you're relieved I  won't be
throwing myself at you anymore, right?" I look at him, "You never threw  yourself
at me! More like me nagging you to fuck me." He's like, "Yeah, you and  I
have always had some extraordinary hots for one another." I mumble, "I'll
say," then a few seconds later, I add, "Thinking back on our relationship it was
 more me having the hots for you than the other way around." He traces the
pad of  his finger from my forehead down my nose and across my lips to my
chin, "You are  so ridiculously good looking." I grin, giving my usual
bullshit line, "Yeah,  everybody tells me that." He chuckles, then says, "You're
probably right in your  assessment of, um, which one of us had the hottest
hots for the other," then he  snorts, "Try diagramming that fucking sentence."
I chuckle, "Hell no. I  sucked at that in high school." Still looking down
at me, Ryan squeezes my nose  and I bat his hand away.


Laying back down next to me, he says, "Anyway, I think you're  right. It
was you having the hots for me that got us really rolling. I've always  been
impressed that you never tried to be cool or blasé about it. You were very
open and forthright making sure I knew you were hot to have me fuck you. And
you've always liked it rough too." I make a face, and say in a goofy voice,
 "Well yeah, you fuck good, Albert!" He smiles and rubs my head. I push his
hand  away again. Shrugging, he says, "The way you wanted it so badly
turned me on and  got me hot, bothered, and super aroused. It was brand new to
me, you know,  having you showing all that sexily heat for me, or whatever you
wanna call it."  I'm shaking my head slowly, "I don't know, Albert, but
I'll tell ya this much:  that Ryan Wilcox kid knows how to push all my  hot
spots. When I'm around him my dick never stops buzzing and, oh my God, does  he
ever have a sexy scent about him. A big dick too." He laughs out loud,
"Damn,  you've always made me feel special. That's probably why I'm in love with
you." I  shrug, "I don't know about that."

Thinking about it for a second, he goes, "I should clarify by  saying until
recently you've never been hesitant about nagging me for sex." I  frown,
"Well, don't hurt yourself patting yourself on the back. I wouldn't use  the
word 'nagging' anyway. It was more like suggesting." He looks at me,
speaking seriously now "There were times during our relationship, especially  early
on, when I could have made you my slave-boy sex-toy if I wanted to. If I
wanted to be a prick about it, not that I ever would." He's said that to me
before, a number of  times, and he believes it, but it's pure bullshit. Let
him  have his delusion if he must, and anyway nothing I could say would make
him  think differently. I mumble, "Yeah? I'm not so sure about that, but
that was a  long time ago anyway. I don't really go in for that kind of thing
anymore. You  know, the butt plugs, dildos, getting tied up and spanked  with
a paddle... all that BDSM crap." He laughs, "Nah, I'm afraid you're wrong,
Danny. Sorry to correct you're misconception, but for your own good I must.
 Truth is it wouldn't take me long, a week if I put my mind to it, before
you'd be sleeping with me wearing  a tight dog collar, a tight butt plug up
your smacked ass, your hands tied behind your back staring at me like you're
my puppy dog.  And you'd be so aroused I'd be able to make you climax from
just pushing the  butt plug. You'd be my cum-making-machine slave. Heh heh,
I'd milk your balls  into a quart jar until it was full." I go, "That's sick,
do you have these sick  fantasies on a regular basis? Ya might want to
consider  serious psychological help. And you're giving your self way too much
credit to  boot." He grins, "It doesn't matter anyway because I know you're
too vulnerable  to that sort of thing, so I wouldn't do it with you. You're
safe with me, but watch yourself with others."


I'm thinking, Jesus,  Ryan, flatter yourself much! My initial thought is to
leave it at that, but I  can't help saying, "Yeah, yeah!  You've told me
that fairytale before,  but last time I checked I'm nobody's slave boy." He
shrugs, "Just watch yourself, that's all I'm saying." Trying for the last
word,  I go, "Think whatever you want, Albert, but I'm telling you I'm over
that ultra  rough stuff. Hell, you're over your submissive sex phrase, so why
couldn't I be  over the BDSM shit? People outgrow stuff, ya know." He
smirks, pinching my nose again, with me again batting his hand away. He  chuckles,
then says, "I could put you in a submissive trance anytime I want.  Take my
word for it. I'm way more experienced in that sort of thing than  you."


In an effort to get off this topic, I say, "Moving right  along, ya know
what I was thinking?" He shakes his head, and I go, "You should  try making
the Merrimack's baseball team this year as a walk-on. You're really  good." He
goes, "Oh, thank you, Danny. You've never seen me play ball  before this
summer, have you?" I shake my head, "No, and I'm impressed." He  chuckles,
"This isn't some left over brown-nosing for me, is it? Left over from  earlier
this summer when you enjoyed being my boy." I go, "You seriously need to
get over yourself! Anyway, we've never agreed on what that means, being
someone's 'boy'. I will tell you this though, never once in my life have I  ever
remotely thought, 'Hey, I'd like to be Albert's 'boy'." He goes,  "Don't get
testy. Lets not argue because I don't want you beating me up again."  I
mutter, "I can't beat you up. It was a lucky punch that time and it gave you a
bloody nose, that's about it." He says, "Fighting with you isn't on my
to-do  list. I wouldn't hurt you for the world." I mumble, "I'm glad to hear
it," He  goes, "Being someone's 'boy' in some circles means you do what you're
told,  basically. Plus the 'boy' tries to please and to win favors with, in
your case,  me. Meaning you brown nose me, suck-up to me, and like that." I
laugh out loud,  then mutter, "Oh brother! Riiight!" He laughs, "You were my
boy for awhile there  and don't say you weren't." I shake my head, asking,
"Have you checked your hat  size lately." He laughs again, "Oh that's right,
I'm getting a big head, right?"  I go, "We've had that talk already. Damn
good talk too." He goes, "Yeah, it was.  Made me think about some things.
Luckily neither Mike nor I feels the need for  either of us to be the boss, or
be submissive, or dominant. That's your game.  We're a  versatile
democracy." I go, "Uh huh, that's nice, if a  bit convoluted."


He chuckles, mumbling, "It's true," then we silently finish  our
cigarettes. Flicking his cigarette butt over his head into the damp forest  growth
around the pond, he asks, "Ya wanna take a chance and go under the  waterfall?"
I say, "You first." We get up and wade into the pond for another  swim. We
swim closer to the waterfall than last time, but neither of us is  stupid
enough to go directly under it. A loose rock hitting me on the head is  what
concerns me. Well, that and there's also the fact that the water's coming
down from a height of seventy or eighty feet with a lot of force. Especially
by  the time it hits the pond and that might not feel too good. Ryan swims up
 behind me and wraps his arms around me, saying, "Hard to beat this body of
 your's, babe," and he kisses the side of my neck. I rub the kiss away with
my  fingers, saying, "No kissing except during foreplay." He says, "Well,
do you  wanna mess around then?" I almost do the too-fast head nod, but catch
myself and  say, "Um, are you asking me for sex?" He laughs, "Yeah, I
believe I just  did, ya nut." I have to grin, saying, "In that case, yes." We
swim a few strokes  towards land and when we know we can touch bottom we walk
out of the  pond. Ryan says with a grin, "Considering you told me fifteen
minutes ago how  aroused you get around me I gotta admire your impressive
willpower by  depriving yourself."  Laughing out loud again, I go, "When did you
get  so conceited?" He says, "Just from your confessions of adulteration of
me and  the way you swoon over me with those beautiful begging eyes of
yours."

I'll assume he's teasing, getting back at me for saying he has  a big head.
I mutter, "Still smarting over my 'big head' remark, huh?" He goes,  "Well
yeah, it hurt my feelings and I'm not even sure what 'big head' means." I
go, "You know goddamn well what it means." He mutters, "Tell me then," and I
tick each point off on my fingers, "In layman's terms it means you're not
as big  a deal as you think you are, not as clever, or as popular, or as
sexy, and  you're no where near as right about things as you think." He goes,
"Ouch! Yeah,  that's what I thought it meant, but was hoping to be wrong. The
thing is I can  sorta see why you'd say that in some areas, except you and I
had an agreement. I  was just doing my part by being bossily in-charge. So
maybe I did overdo my part  at times, but it never bothered you until I
began spending most of my free time  with Mike." I go, "I hate when you're
right! Anyway, it takes a big man to admit  his faults, and you have quite a few.
Luckily for me I don't have any to admit."  He laughs and says, "I'll think
of one so you don't feel left out. Now, as my  boy, I want a nice long sexy
ass rimming from you." I go, "That's not too much  to ask of your favorite
side-sex buddy." He grins, "Oh, considering you as my  'boy' is wrong
terminology, huh?" I go, "Yes it is, daddy," smirking at him.  We're facing each
other standing on the blanket and he grabs my balls in his  fist. Damn, he's
fast. I mumble, "Hey! I was gonna do that to you, but you're  faster." Ryan,
holding my nuts tightly in his fist, lean in for one of his  special
magical-tongue kisses. Seemingly on their own, my arms go around the  back of his
neck. I gotta admit he's the world's best make-out.


My fingers are in the damp hair at the back of his head with  me leaning my
body against his, squirming against him. Ooh fuck, he is hot and  sexy.
And, there's no way to fool myself that he isn't. Whether he believes it  or
not pheromones do play a big part in my sexual heat for him. His scent fills
my head while his tongue fills my mouth. My penis turns into a hard boner in
 seconds too. I'm sliding against his body and rubbing up the back of his
head,  my other hand going up and down his back and squeezing his butt
cheeks. Ryan  lets go of my nuts and leans back with his arms around me pulling me
up on my  toes, our bodies plastered together. Back on my feet we're
sucking each other's  lips and licking around one another's mouth, our saliva
combining as we swap  spit until it's dripping off our chins. I feel his big
cock tightening up and  after three or four minutes of our hot juicy make-out
we're both gasping for air  and clinging to one another with our chests
expanding taking in big lungfuls of  oxygen. Ryan gasps, saying, "Suck my cock
and then rim my ass, boy." That  sounded surprising hollow for a dominant
command, it lacked conviction somehow.  I sink to my knees anyway because I
actually like sucking his big cock and it's  been a week since I've tasted it.
I'll also enjoy rimming his ass until he  climaxes, if that's what he wants.
Once I get into some hot foreplay with Ryan I  get helplessly aroused. He's
simply too sexually desirable in my mind and  anything sexual he wants to do
I'll pretty much go along for the ride. Hmmm,  maybe he's right about me
still being susceptible to BDSM sex if he decided to  do it with me.


Holding his heavy cock in my hand I'm licking his scrotum,  moving his
balls around with my tongue, then sucking the lower one into my mouth  licking
it and outlining it's shape with my tongue. Nuts are not round as a ball
obviously, but his nuts are more round than any other shape I can think of.
Both  Ryan's balls are about the same size so I push out the one and suck in
the  other. Then long licks from the base of his penis up and over the head
sucking  off precum bubbles. Ten or twelve licks before sucking the head into
my mouth,  bathing it with my tongue. His cock's extremely hard by now so
Ryan puts a hand  on either side of my head, pushes it back, and goes up on
his toes before slowly  lowering his body driving his cock down my throat. He
thrusts it smoothly and  steadily back and forth in my throat a half dozen
times before pulling it out  with a slimy precum/saliva thread clinging from
the head to my mouth. As I'm  gulping and gasping for air Ryan flicks the
slimy string with a finger and the  it drifts down to follow the contour of my
lips, chin, and neck, sticking there.  I wipe it off with my hand as Ryan
turns around and bends over with his ass in  my face.


My tongue comes out to lick up his ass crack, over his  asshole. Then,
starting at the back of his scrotum I lick up his ass crack  again, and again,
and again leaving a trail of saliva behind. Putting my arms  around his waist
to steady myself, my nose in his ass crack, I do a number of  licks across
his anus before working my tongue inside his ass. Many jabs with my  tongue
that I've curled toward the middle making a slightly firmer muscular  organ
to more successfully penetrate Ryan's anus. Once I work my tongue in a
little bit and Ryan relaxes his sphincter muscle I eventually get my tongue up
his ass almost an inch. In and back, in and back, over and over until Ryan
steps  away, gasping, "I'm gonna cum, turn around." I get around in front
quick enough  to get his cock back in my mouth, start to lick the head as he
groans, his body  getting very stiff.  Then, holding my head between his hands
again he humps  his hips sliding his boner on my tongue while pouring cum
into my mouth. Cum  comes out both sides of my lips, drooling down my chin.
He pushes my head back  and his cock slides down my throat easily with his
cum as lubricant. Ryan's head  is back too, his hips doing three inch thrusts
in my throat and I feel spunk  shots hitting the wall of my esophagus
drooling creamily down and around,  coating the inside of my throat. More smooth
thrusts in my throat before he  stumbles backwards taking deep breaths, then
dropping down to sit on the blanket  next to me with me still on my  knees.


He gasps, "My fucking heart is pounding again my ribs, Danny.  Whoa, what a
climax! Wow!" I look down and see my boner sticking straight out as  hard
as stone. Sitting back on the blanket, then laying on my back, my flag pole
sticks straight up. Ryan flops beside me and strokes my cock. I go, "No,
Albert,  I want you to fuck me." He chuckles, "I will, but I'm doing this now."
Stroke,  stroke, stroke with sensations pouring off the head of my boned-up
penis. I'm  moaning and squiring on the blanket, "Ooh, ooh, ah, ah, Albert
stop, ooh." His  face is close to mine grinning at me as his fist moves the
foreskin up and down,  up and down until my back arches, I squeal and cum
shoots high up in the night  air, then another streak of spunk as I hold my
breath seeing stars even while  the sun's still barely there in the heavens.
"Mmmm, ooh, Albert..." and two more  little spurts of cum shoot five inches
up. All the cum shots land with a  splatter on my legs, stomach and shaved
pubic area. Ryan's still grinning,  saying, "That was fun. I've milked your
balls many times and every time you're  so funny with your facial expressions.
Holy shit, you get so turned on." He's  still stroking my cock as I'm
breathing out little puffs of air with my hands  around the back of his neck
pulling him over so he'll stop stroking my cock. We  roll around on the blanket
wrestling and enjoying the body contact as my jism  getting squished and
spread around our bodies. I can still taste his cum in my  mouth and it's simply
an extremely sexy-hot time.


Resting now while lazily rubbing our hands on each other's  body,
occasionally stroking one another's cock. Then we start grappling with  each other
again. We haven't said more that ten words the last half hour.  Finally Ryan's
strength wins out and he gets me on my knees with my forehead and  forearms
on the blanket, both of us with a new boner to work with. Behind me he
forces his cock past my sphincter muscle, and then way up my ass as I groan in
pain, arching my back. He humps against my butt cheeks, grinding his hips
and it  feels so good I can't help but moan openly at the sexual pleasure his
cock is  creating inside my rectum. He does some short thrusting and I'm
like, "Oooh,"  with each thrust of that fat hard cock up my ass. Without me
even thinking about  it, his dominant entrance brings on a dreamy trance and I
sigh at how perfectly  Ryan's cock fills me up back there. "Oh, umm," I
moan, breathing nosily. It  feels so good having his big cock up my ass again.
He grunts as he's does harder  humps against my buttocks, and every time he
pulls his boner back I get shivers  all over my body. His boner slides up my
ass again and again deliciously  stimulating my sensitive prostate. More
sexual shivers of arousal gets my  shoulders to do their little shudder as I'm
moaning constantly at how  unbelievably good his big hard cock feels inside
me.Two, three, four slow  penetrations as I suck on my lips whimpering at
the sexual  pleasure.

Now a hard thrust pushes his fat boner all the way up my  rectum and as his
crotch hits my ass I hear the first, "Slap," sound of males  fucking. It
joins the sounds of crickets chirping and water crashing into the  pond from
above. Ryan starts in with a hard fast fucking now,  "Slap,slap,slap,slap,"
and every nerve ending in my rectum going on high alert  sending sizzling
streams of pleasure to my brain; it's sexual ecstasy. My  prostate vibrates at
the passing hard shaft of that big throbbing boner and then  when it comes
back and the bulbous head passes over the ultra sensitive prostate  gland it
makes my whole body shudder. My cock bobs between my legs, hard and  heavy.
My anus hugs Ryan's fat boner as it slides by quickly making the eight  inch
trip up my ass, and then the return trip is just as incredibly sensuous.
The sounds of males fucking can now be heard over the other sounds of nature
surrounding us, "Slapslapslapslap," for almost ten sizzling minutes of
sexual  pleasure before I feel my follow-up orgasm come on me like fireworks
and, BOOM!  my hips hump as I gasp then squeal as a tight stream of cum shoots
out onto  the blanket, and then another. I'm shaking all over again as Ryan
bumps against  my ass hard, humping there and gasping while shooting his
second load of creamy  semen into my bowels. Oh my God, the magic of climax!


I'm shaky slowly lowering myself to the blanket until I'm flat  on my
stomach laying in my own sticky cum. Deep breathing for thirty seconds and  then
I reach an arm back to get it around the back of Ryan's neck pulling him
off me. His cock slides out of my ass and we both moan, "Ah, ah, mmmm." We
nestle tightly together on the blanket while we both catch our breath. I
murmur,  "If you're not the world's best sex buddy, I'll eat my hat. That was
awesome."  He rubs my head, mumbling, "Okay, I'll take you back as my boyfriend
again if  you ask me nicely." I snort, "Let me clarify! I meant to say the
best  side-sex buddy in the world." He grins, "I know, I know what ya
meant, and thanks." I get a fistful of his hair and playfully shake his head a
little, "Here's the deal I'm willing to offer: we'll be best friends and
awesome  side-sex buddies for life." He says, "I was hoping for more. I really
thought I  had a chance there for awhile, but as soon as I left you at the
airport, swear  to God, I realized I was fooling myself. I had a little cry
about it too.  Actually it was more like 'bawling' than a little cry. Not
long, but intense."  I'm serious when I tell him, "That makes me sad, Ryan."  He
goes, "It's  Albert actually, but don't be sad. Being your best friend is
nothing to take  lightly 'cause that'll mean we'll stay in touch even after
we graduate, and when  you're with me alone you can't resist me, can you?
So..." I go, "No, Mr. Big  Potato Head, I guess I can't." Maybe I do love him
in a way, but not like Robby,  not anything like Robby. And Ryan can only be
second in the best friend category  because Chubby will always be my best
friend and nothing will ever change that.  For our purposes now though I won't
complicate matters by explaining that to  Ryan. Then I murmur, "If it makes
you feel any better, I do sort of love you."  He goes, "I know you do, even
when you try to tell yourself you  don't."


Well, again, to be accurate, I love Ryan maybe third best.  First my
special love for Chubby, then my romantic love for Robby, and thirdly  my
unlabeled 'maybe' love for Ryan. Of course ya gotta consider I love my mom  and Tris
too, but that love is in another category. I also love some of my other
friends, like Dodger and Connor, our Army boys, and then there's  Seth as
well. Lots of love to go around. Ryan and I squirm together messing around a
little, doing childishly groping and fondling of each other for twenty
minutes  or so continuing to enjoy the feel of each other. We finally relax and
smoke a  cigarette as the sun's setting and the night sky takes over. I lay on
my back  feeling sexually satisfied for the moment as I'm staring up at the
big dipper  rolling by, while closer to earth lightning bugs are blinking
out their passion.  Finally we have another swim in the pond, this time to
wash my cum off both of  us. Out of the water we stand on the blanket talking
about this summer while  air-drying ourselves enough to pull our clothes on.
 We get dressed, roll  up the blanket, and try getting up the steep
embankment. There's some cursing  and grabbing onto each other, or weeds, or tree
limbs, whatever we can get our  hands on to help pull us up. Ryan says, "It
might not have been our smartest  move of the day waiting until it's dark to
try getting up this fucking hill." I  go, "I was hoping for a brighter
moon," as I'm slapping at mosquitoes. We make  it though, then use our hands to
brush each other off. Burrs and weeds are  sticking to our shorts and
t-shirts.

Reasonably free of foreign matter, Ryan gets on his motorbike  then fires
up the engine getting the mufflers doing their sexy roaring thing  while I'm
wedging the blanket under the seat. We put our helmets on, I get on  behind
Ryan, and he takes it slow through the weeds on the dirt path and then
slightly faster on the dirt road. When we hit the main road it's ZOOOOM! I have
complete faith in Ryan's ability to handle his motorbike, it's when he
drives  his Mini Cooper I get nervous. He drives too slowly and I'm always
fearful of us  getting rear ended. Nobody's rear ending us on this thing though.
The night air  is cooler and it's refreshing having it flying by as we whizz
down the highway.  I feel good and I think Ryan and I are good again too.
I'm hugging him thinking  that I'll miss him when I'm gone, but we'll be
reunited and almost certainly be  doing our buddy side-sex at Merrimack come the
middle of September.


Back at the house, all is quiet. His parents told us they were  going to
bed early. Ryan brought up sex at the waterfall so I'm thinking I'll  suggest
we shower together. That wouldn't be going against the promise I made to
myself that I wouldn't ask Ryan for sex first, because he already asked  me at
the falls. This is kind of a continuation of our date so I'm on solid
ground suggesting the mutual shower. I'm watching Ryan getting undressed, while
he tells me, "This was an up and down day for us, babe, but a damn good
ending,  huh?" I nod my head, "Yeah," and I run my fingers back through his
hair, saying,  "Let's not end our date just yet though. How 'bout we take a
shower together?"  He rubs his nose, "Um, it's a work day tomorrow," and I
stare at him like,  Really?. He grins, "You flatter me, ya know that? Okay, in
my shower  though. It's bigger." I quickly get undressed, then I grab his
nuts, saying, "I  beat you to it this time." He puts his finger to his lips,
going, 'Shhh, keep it  down, and let go of my nuts. That's something I do to
you my submissive side-sex  buddy." I let go, nodding my head like that made
sense. I can't help it, I want  a little more sexy time with him.


As we get in the shower, I say, "Let me wash you first," he  grins and
shrugs. Shampooing his hair first while Ryan's playing with my  privates,
squeezing my nuts once in awhile and then poking his finger in my  asshole making
me gasp and go up on my toes with my hands going to his shoulders  for
support. He puts his lips to my ear, asking, "You sure I couldn't have you  in a
dog collar with a butt plug up your ass?" I'm no where near as sure that he
couldn't do that as I was earlier, but I manage to gasp out, "Yep, no way,"
as  he squeezes my balls and it feels kind of sexy so I lean against him
docilely.  He chuckles, then says, "Aren't you suppose to be bathing me?" I
nod and put  bath gel on my hands washing him with both hands instead of using
a sponge or  washcloth. His fucking body is so hot. My hand slide all over
him, then on my  knees I wash his legs concentrating on his slightly hairy
calves, then his  hairless feet one at a time with him leaning over holding
onto my shoulders. I  save his ass and privates for last massaging bath gel
on and around them, than  stroking his cock while my soapy finger goes up his
ass. Ryan's grunting moving  constantly as both our cocks get hard.


Done bathing every inch of his body, he roughly bends me over  and fucks me
much harder than he did at the pond. I'm moaning and shaking with  sexual
pleasure until eventually my boner's shooting out a nice little climax,  my
third one tonight. I'm gasping as I straighten up with his cum drooling out
of my ass again. Hugging him and murmuring, "Oh god, you fuck good." Ryan
asks,  "We're good too, right?" and I do the too fast goofy head nod making
him laugh.  He shampoos and washes me and his hands feel so good I hug him
around the back  of his neck, saying, "Awesome date, Albert." He goes, "It
surely was an awesome  date, babe. Now no more pouting or grumpiness from you,
okay?" Well, there's no  need for me to do that when we have side sex like we
had tonight. I go, "You got  it, boss."


I'm a contended fellow going to sleep tonight. I feel really  good,
especially about getting back on track with Ryan. I'm looking forward to  the next
two weeks now. In the morning I'm bright eyed and bushy tailed, feeling
great. Ummm, scratch the 'bushy tail' horse shit! What's that mean anyway?
Skipping down the steps to Ryan's bedroom I find him almost ready to go. From
habit I go up to him for a good morning kiss before remembering that's not
what  I want to do. That's action for your boyfriend, not your side-sex
buddy. I'm  right in front of him though with him looking at me kinda half
grinning, so I  rub his head, saying, "Good morning," and he leans in for a quick
kiss on my  lips. "It's okay if you want to kiss me, Danny. I won't read too
much into it.  We can be like kissing cousins." I shrug, then say, "Good
idea." We're getting  off to a good start this week. Certainly better than
last Monday.


I  have a good day at work exchanging smart-ass remarks  with Dog and
rubbing Sammy's new flat top with him saying, "No, Danny, I had it  just right."
At lunch the whole crew's sitting around the two tables we've  pushed
together. Each guy calls out what they brought for lunch. Some of us  switch
lunches. I exchange my two ham, cheese, and tomato on kaiser rolls for  Aidan
Smith's two homemade meatloaf sandwich on Italian bread. We're both  satisfied
with the switch too. Aidan's the Smith brother who's the more outgoing  of
the two. I like him. Pretty chocolate mocha colored skin with mostly European
 facial features and almost straight dark brown hair. He's a sexy boy
having just  turned eighteen, so he also still has a very boyish appearance. Then
I hear Ryan  talking so I pay attention. He's telling us that we're getting
way ahead of  schedule and we're to be congratulated. Later I hear some of
the guys mumbling  that maybe we should slow down or the project might not
last the full ten weeks.  I mention this to Ryan just for a heads-up and
before afternoon break he holds a  meeting. He tells his crew the full ten weeks
is guaranteed by contract. "Guys,  if we finish early we'll have another
assignment, so keep working hard and maybe  there'll be a bonus."


Everyone's back working full speed thinking about the  possibility of a
bonus. After work Ryan and I go to our golf lesson, complaining  to Terry that
we still haven't played a real round of golf. At home we shower  and change
clothes for dinner. Ryan tells me after dinner he has a date with  Mike. No
problem I had my date with Ryan last night and I'm still feeling good  about
it. I stay in my room making plans with Robby, texting back and forth,
about my weekend home in less than two weeks. After watching a movie on HBO I
get in bed wondering if Ryan will come up for a night cap. He doesn't and I
wasn't even awake when he got home or I would have heard his car in the
driveway. Tuesday, on our way to work, Ryan tells me Mike's working at the
deli  tonight, but he's got to mend fences with Jeff tonight. Ryan wants to
make-up  for being an asshole at the water park. I stay in again tonight
talking on the  phone with Chubby for awhile, but he and a couple guys from work
are going to  the movies. Robby's in another meeting so I try texting with
the Army boys.  Connor texts back some sweet words of friendship. Then he
indicates things are  going good between him and his boyfriend, although no one
knows they're  boyfriends except Dodger, who covers for them. Dodger and
Connor are really  liking their apartment off the base too. I feel good being
reassured they're  both well and happy.


Wednesday is hump day and it's a normal day at work. Work's  fun because of
the guys, then Ryan and I have our second weekly golf lesson.  Terry
changed the days for our lessons but it's still twice a week. After dinner  Ryan
and I have Bible study. He hasn't said what his plans are for after Bible
study, but I assume they involve me 'cause I'm getting really horny. Mike
sits with us at Bible study for the first time this summer and during break,
when Ryan's getting us coffees, Mike asks me, "Do ya wanna help Albert and me
 tonight? We're painting the kitchen in my apartment." Pretending I'm not
royally  pissed-off that Ryan's doing that tonight, I say, "An attractive
offer, Mike,  but I'm allergic to paint." He laughs, "Don't blame you, Danny, I
hate painting  too. I've gotta spruce up the place though, so ya know." No,
I don't know. I was  in his apartment and it didn't look like it needed
repainting to me. Ryan comes  over looking guilty so I guess he put Mike up to
making that attractive offer of  painting his kitchen as a way of saying
it's not going to be me and Ryan in the  sack tonight.


I spot Jeff coming back from the john so I drift over to say  hello. He
smiles and we do our mutual head rubbing of our identical butchered  haircuts,
with me asking, "You doing anything after Bible study? Maybe we could
hook-up?" He goes, "Oh, um, Albert made-up with me last night and I think you're
responsible for that, so thanks, Danny." I shrug, not knowing why he thinks
 that, but I manage to mumble, "Oh, he apologized for being as asshole to
you at  the water park, huh?" Jeff goes, "Better than an apology," and he
looks around  to see if anyone can hear him. Speaking conspiratorially, he
says, "Can that boy  fuck, or what? Oh man, Danny, he did my cute ass up right.
You're a lucky  bastard living with him." I go, "Yeah, I guess. Um, ya wanna
hang-out tonight?  Ya know, whatever." He laughs, "Ah ha, now you want me
fucking you up the ass,  huh?" I go, "Well, what the fuck, you brought it up
first at the  water park, so I thought ya might, ya know." He goes, "Where?
I mean I'd like  to, but where could we do it? I don't even have a car
tonight." BALLS! Looking  around again, he adds, "Anyway it's not like I'm horny
or anything. Not like I  was at the water park. Albert took care of that."
Changing the subject, I ask,  "Well, you still want to rebel about these
haircuts, right?" He's shaking his  head, "Nah, I changed my mind after talking
to Albert. I don't want to piss him  off. Anyway, these haircuts are cool."
I mumble, "You think so? How come we  don't see Albert's boyfriend, Mike,
with this haircut." Jeff says, "He's Alberts  boyfriend! We're Alberts boys,
ha ha, without the 'friend' on the end. Big  difference." What a fuckin' wuss!


After Bible study I find myself dropped off at the house by  Ryan as he
heads over to Mike's place. I'm in my room for the night again. It's  ironic
that this is how Ryan spent all last summer... in his room. Well, except  when
he went begging for more mistreatment from the dominant assholes who were
fucking and abusing him. Going to work Thursday morning Ryan's full of
apologies, "Goddammit, Danny, I don't mean to ignore you, I swear to God I
don't. It's just that there's no way I can get out of having dinner with Mike
and his parents tonight. I've reneged on that once already." Resigned, I ask,
 "Mike's 'out' to his parents? I didn't know that." He goes, "They've known
he's  gay for a couple of years. I mean he's had at least one other
boyfriend that I  know of, but he's not 'out' generally speaking. Like the guys at
church don't know he's gay." My resolution not to ask Ryan for sex prevents
me  from suggesting we could have a sexy time after he has dinner with the
Blooms  family, or before today's baseball practice. Ryan thanks me for
being  understanding and then tells me how much he loved our date Sunday night
and  promising more of the same.


After baseball practice, and before Ryan gets ready to have  dinner with
Mike and his parents, Timmy, who was in the stands watching, comes  over,
asking, "Hey, how's my bitch? How ya doing, Danny?" I go, "Hey, stud man,  was
'sup?" He says, "My cock's gonna be up, that's what's up. You free tonight?"
Well, there ya go, Tim's made the magic first move. I go, "Um, yeah, what'd
 you have in mind?" We make plans for me to meet him in our usual spot  and
we'll screw in his mother's SUV. Now I need to ask Ryan if I can  use the
Mini tonight. When I ask, he's like, "Absolutely! Definitely! And thank  you
for not giving me a guilty conscience about tonight. It's going to be me and
 you, um, either Friday or Saturday night. Oh, wait. It might be Sunday
night  again like last week, but I want you to come with Mike and me tomorrow
night.  We're eating out and catching a movie." I go, "Oh, um, no, Albert.
I'd feel  funny doing that. You two go." He tells me we'll talk about it.
After an awkward  dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Wilcox I meet Timmy around nine
o'clock and it's an okay time. We have two,  two minute fucks and I sucked him
off once before we fucked and once after.  Later we get some ice cream at the
Dairy Queen where we run  into Bradford and that older guy, Ollie, Then Tim
introduces me to a couple of  his ex-classmates from senior year. They seem
so young although none of them are  what I'd call cute or sexy.


Friday we have a game to play. Logan, aka Freckles, and I  goof around on
the bench all game talking about sex. He said he's definitely  going to let
me blow him, and I ask, "Can I stick my fingers up your ass  too?" He laughs
and laughs, but I'd love to suck his freckled cock. He's  looking uber cute
to me by now and it takes a concerted effort to keep  my hands off him. Nice
body on that kid! Then I tell him about my awesome  barbering skills and
how I'd be happy to give him a free haircut. He laughs and  laughs some more.
Nice red hair on that kid. Freckles is a touchy/feely kid and  he touches me
more than I touch him. He's always knocking my hat off to rub my  hair,
making fun of my haircut, but saying it looks good on me. He's not shy  about
telling me I'm cute and sexy, plus he really seems to like me, but I know
he'll never have the balls to pull off what I can tell he wants to do. If I
had  more time with him, saw him more often than just the games and church,
I'd help  him experiment with gay sex. We won't have the time though. Logan's
destined to be my biggest cock teaser in Georgia, unless maybe it's  Dog.


It's Sunday after a baseball game that Ryan and I finally  get together and
get it on. Excellent sex just as hot as last Sunday so my  spirits are up
again Monday morning, but with some concern too. I'm concerned  I'll have the
same sexual relief this coming week that I had last week. No Jeff,  some
Timmy, and one night with Ryan. Here's the thing though: this coming  weekend
I'm going home for a couple of days, so no matter what happens this week
I've got the weekend with Robby coming up. At work it's business as usual, and
 sex-wise it's just like I feared . Monday turns into Tuesday, then
Wednesday goes by with me mostly in my room after dinner. I haven't even hooked
up with Tim this week, never mind Jeff, and while Ryan's full of promises
something always comes up that prevents us from getting together for
side-sex.


Then at work on Thursday some kind of potential  problem develops, although
I can't imagine what it might be.  Ryan  comes back from a meeting with his
boss, Josh Day, and now he's just sitting at  his desk doing nothing, and
that's weirdly unusual. Maybe he's thinking about,  um, I don't know what. I
glance at him every once in a while starting to worry  about some nameless
problem for Ryan. He's been sitting there so long the guys  are starting to
exchange glances like, 'What's up with the boss?'   Usually he's all over the
place and rarely sits at his desk. Just before I'm  about to ask him if
he's okay, he gets up and comes over to me as Dog and I are  opening a new box
of computer components. Ryan taps my shoulder from behind and  I do a little
jump, startled. He says, "Danny, can I have a word with you?"  What the
fuck? I mumble, "Sure," and follow him out of the work area into  the reception
area where the African American lady sits doing her job of  directing
incoming calls for Josh's division. We go into a small conference room  where
Ryan says, "Sit down and I'll tell you what Josh hit me with a little  while
ago. Um, it's like this: He wants me to offer a weeks severance pay to any
two guys who agree to break their ten week contract as of today." Taking a
deep  breath, he goes, "I'm thinking you'll probably be interested in doing
that, so I  offer it to you first." What? I don't know what I'm feeling right
now, so to  skirt the issue, I say, "But you said everyone is guaranteed the
ten  weeks."


Ryan's looking down shaking his head, then he looks at me,  "Yes, everyone
signed a contract with Lockheed-Martin that guarantees them ten  weeks work.
We all signed as independent-contractors and now Josh is offering a,  um, a
bribe I guess to get around that contact with two of you guys. We'll
finish the project more than two weeks sooner than Josh projected so his
planning skills aren't looking too good. Basically he's scrambling for  a way out."
I frown, "Do you want me to leave?" He goes, "NO! That's the last  thing I
want, but I thought you might want to. Do you?" I make a face, then nod  my
head, "Yeah, I guess I do, but I'll miss you. The guys too, of  course,
especially Dog. Sammy too." Ryan sighs, "I know I've been unfair to you  by
spending my free time with Mike, and I'm sorry." I go, "No, Ryan, you're
getting on with your life. I think that's great." He asks, "Do you want to think
about this for awhile?" I go, "Nah, I'm homesick, plus you and me, um, ya
know.  I'm sort of in the way now." He's shaking his head again, "You're not
in  the way. Don't say that." I go, "Yeah, since you and Mike, I'm the third
wheel,  so ta speak."


It's a few awkward silent seconds before Ryan says, "Yeah, I  guess I see
why you'd say that, but it not the way I feel. I'd never think you  were in
the way. If I thought I still had a chance with you... oh never mind. I  know
now I don't have a chance." I don't know what to say. Ryan forces a smile,
trying for a positive note, "Well, those first five weeks we had together
were a  damn good time, don't ya think?" I force a smile too, shrugging and
saying,  "Absolutely, I mean if we can cherry pick the good days driving down
here.  Eliminate some of the low points during that trip, but other than
that the first  month in Marietta was a really good time. You were great,
seriously. The  last two weeks, well, ya know how that went." He takes my hand,
"You're my first  love, Dylan. Hell, I'll always love you. I'll miss you,
um, but I already said  that, didn't I?"


We both have teary eyes because we both know this is the end  of something,
something more than me working another three weeks here. Sure,  we'll
probably do some buddy side-sex back at school but it'll never be the  same
again. During Ryan's and my two year relationship there was always the
possibility it might turn out to be Ryan and me, instead of Robby and me, moving  on
with our lives together. There were short periods of time when I wasn't sure
 how it would turn out myself. When push comes to shove it wasn't even
close  and now we both know I'm never going to fall in love with Ryan, not like
I'm in  love with Robby. It simply isn't ever going to happen. That
possibility has  been laid to rest for good and that'll surely change how we are
with each  other from now on. I finally mumble, "Guess I'm going home for good
now,  Albert," and we stand up together and give each other a tight hug.
Ryan says,  "I'm gonna miss you so fucking much." Breaking our hug, he mutters,
"Josh will  want to talk to you sometime today and now I gotta to talk to
each of the other  guys." Walking out of the room I'm feeling a little shaky
because this is so  unexpected, so sudden and final, but a tickling thrill
creeps into my brain... I'm  going home.


Thank you for reading this Dylan series.  Next one will be coming soon. The
next series is... DYLAN'S VACATION BACK  HOME



Donny Mumford    thinat20@yahoo.com    donnymumford@outlook.com



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


Donny  Mumford



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