Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2013 05:21:01 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO    Chapter  1   by Donny Mumford

		      DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

				Chapter 1

			    by Donny Mumford


The clock on the night stand reads seven-ten in the morning. Chubby woke me
when he turned over, his soft hair brushing my cheek. I get my arm over his
side and pull him to me so that, you know, he doesn't fall out of bed in
his sleep. He goes, "Summaloon," so I guess he's dreaming; I wonder what
his dream is about, and what word he's trying to say? Rubbing my nose
against the back of his head, enjoying his natural scent, I think about
having a brother and if that would change anything between us. It's not
possible to be closer than we already are, but it feels different
somehow. Of course, knowing Chubby's my blood relative is an extra
emotional bond right there. Maybe we avoided sibling rivalry by not knowing
we were siblings, although it's doubtful we'd ever be in competition with
each other; I mean, if we knew we were brothers earlier in life. The moms
have always treated us equally so there's been no need for rivalry in that
regard. By the way, Chubby and I are agnate siblings, meaning same father,
but different mothers... and how I know that word is a mystery to me. When
I was younger I used to fantasize about us being real brothers, but since
puberty that fantasy's been complicated by my sexual attraction to
Chubby. That kind of attraction for a brother is deemed inappropriate in
our society, and maybe in every society for all I know. A genetic sexual
attraction between brothers, if it occurs, usually happens when siblings
are raised separately, which we weren't. Far from it, we were inseparable
growing up. So I guess I'm inappropriate. As a younger kid I was fascinated
by the concept of having a brother, thinking a brother's bond would be
tighter and stronger than any on earth. Even when fighting with each other,
brothers never lose the power to love one another, and no matter how hard
the going gets they never lose hope knowing they'll be brothers till the
end of time. That always seemed a strangely beautiful concept to me. Maybe
that's why I've romanticized Chubby's and my relationship as the closest
friendship the world has ever known. Chubby says it, too. Our relationship
is as pure as any two brothers, closer than most brothers actually, so
maybe we somehow knew we were brothers with a common blood flowing through
our veins all along. Chubby and me will be brothers till the end of time; I
like that thought.

I went to sleep last night with a smile on my lips, and it's still there
when I wake up for the second time this morning. Chubby's awake now too,
and when I open my eyes I see him staring at me. I go, "What?" and he says,
"Oh nothing, I just like looking at you, Dylan. Do you think we look alike?
I sure hope so because you're a special looking boy." I go, "Yeah, ain't I
cute!" He chuckles, mumbling, "Is that what the gay boys say, that you're
cute?" I go, "Yep," and he goes, "I hope you don't take any credit for it
'cause you had very little to do with it." I mutter, "Way to burst my
bubble, brother. Hey, what should we fix for brunch today? I wanna invite
Robby too." Chubby says, "Ah, you want to introduce your boyfriend to the
moms." I'm playing with Chubby's hair as we lay in bed together. I go, "You
and me should always sleep together." He asks, "Wouldn't it be crowded in
the bed when we're at college; it'd be you, me, and your boyfriend sleeping
together." I say, "Okay, just during the summer then, I'll settle for
that." Chubby goes, "No thanks, Dylan, you toss and turn too much. What
about you introducing your boyfriend to the moms?" I go, "They already know
him." "Not as your boyfriend they don't." That's Chubby's last comment as
he gets out of bed and pads into the bathroom. I watch him go and when I
hear my electric toothbrush turn on, I think, 'Yeah, I should introduce
Robby to the moms as my boyfriend'. That's the whole idea of us coming out
anyway; so we don't need to sneak around as lovers. We don't want to overdo
the mushy stuff though. That gets offensive when overdone in public, but I
can't see us doing that. Hopping out of bed, I play with my dick as I get
my cell phone then text Robby, 'How about coming over for brunch, as my
boyfriend, this morning?'  No immediate reply so I go in the bathroom and
use my Oral B toothbrush, still wet from Chubby's use, and brush my teeth
as Chubby pees. He says, "Who you gonna tell you're gay now that you're out
of the closet?" I say, "Um, I haven't thought about it. Robby and I aren't
going to send out announcements, like we're engaged or anything. It's like,
if someone asks, we'll say, 'Yeah we're gay,'... like that." Chubby gets
dressed, in my clothes, as I'm using the toilet and then I wash my hands
and face, then get dressed and we make coffee in the kitchen. On the
balcony we sip our coffees and share a cigarette. Chubby says, "I'm glad
I'm not the only one of us who knows we're brothers now. That was a hard
secret to keep from you." I say, "We're agnate siblings," with Chubby
giving me a look, like, 'Say what?' and I explain it to him, adding, "I
should have slipped that in as a factoid." Chubby smiles, muttering, "Oh
brother."

On our way to Stop & Shop, with Chubby driving our Jeep, my cell phone
indicates I've got a text message; it's from Ryan, not Robby. 'Meet me at
my house around one.'  Hmmm? Last night I made a commitment to myself to
temper down the lust between Ryan and me, but just seeing this text gets my
dick squirming. Chubby asks, "That from Robby?" I go, "Um, no, a friend,
um, from college," as I text Ryan back, 'Okay, but we gotta talk,' and he
texts right back, 'Sure we can talk too. Can't wait to see ya! Ryan.'
Damn, he's a hottie alright. I'll show some self control because one of us
needs to. That doesn't mean we can't get sexy, we just need to avoid the
orgy part of it like we didn't do Friday night and Saturday morning. Jeez!
Chubby's parking at the supermarket when Robby texts, 'I'd love to have
brunch, boyfriend. All good with my parents. I need to be at a meeting by
one o'clock though. Rob' Rob? Hmmm. I text, 'No problem, boyfriend. Come
over around eleven.' Then Chubby and I go into Stop & Shop. I don't know
any of the new bag boys at this Stop & Shop; there's lots of turnover and
in the summer housewives are much more prevalent than bag boys. A shame
really, as it kinda ruins the food shopping experience for me. We get a
basket and start at the produce section: honeydew melon, blueberries, a
banana, and fresh strawberries go into the basket. I grab a lemon for the
hollandaise sauce. We'll cutup the fruit for a fruit salad. We have eggs at
home, but we need Canadian bacon to make eggs Benedict, and some Yukon gold
potatoes, a green pepper, and a Vidalia onion for home fries. Last thing we
get is English muffins, also for the eggs Benedict. Back in the Jeep I
drive us home while Chubby and I discuss being brothers and what it means
to our relationship, if anything. I give him my thoughts, the ones I had in
bed this morning, and Chubby says, "That's sweet, Dylan. I like the thought
of having a brother till the end of time. I personally think it's special
knowing we share the same father." Then we talk about what we've missed not
having a father, and if he were alive would it have been more awkward for
him and the moms to tell us we're brothers. I say, "If he was a real good
dad he'd probably have treated me like a son, the way your mom has done all
my life. You know what we've always said: two moms and two boys, that's our
family. Maybe it'd be two moms, two boys, and one dad." Chubby goes, "No
way to know how having our dad in our lives would have changed things. I'm
not sure it's possible that our lives could have been any better." It's
unknowable really, so we drop the topic. A thought I have, but don't share
is this: it might have created some jealousy if dad lived with Tris, and
Chubby as a family unit, which surely would have been the case. Maybe my
mom and me might have felt like second-class citizens. I get dizzy
contemplating all the possibilities, so I settle on being happy Chubby and
me are brothers at last; for real, I mean.

Because the moms were not on dates last night, they're able to get up
earlier than most Sunday mornings. Both the moms are up and dressed by ten
o'clock, which is a first-time event in my memory. They're more or less
back to their bubbly, cheerful selves too as they sip coffees sitting at
the kitchen bar watching Chubby and me prepare brunch. We're through
telling our secrets, so the moms are back to being relaxed and happy. To
start the brunch Chubby and I microwave the potatoes, then cut them up and
fry them with cut up green peppers and onion. While they're frying, Chubby
brings a pan of water to simmer, adds vinegar, and carefully breaks an egg
into a small bowl; if the yolk doesn't break in the bowl, he slides the egg
into the shimmering water and poaches it. When it's done perfectly, he
removes the egg with a slotted spoon and sets it on paper towels, and does
another one. When we're ready to eat he'll slide the eggs in hot water to
heat them through, not cook them further. I melt butter, then squeeze
strained lemon juice into the top of a double boiler, put in two egg yolks,
and add salt, white pepper, and a little sugar, then whisk like mad slowly
adding the melted butter to incorporate with the other ingredients. The
trick is not to scramble the eggs. I've done it maybe the last twenty times
in a row without messing up, and this makes twenty-one as I pour the
hollandaise sauce into a bowl. Mom and Tris are impressed that I can make
hollandaise sauce from scratch, and clap for me. I do a goofy bow as Robby
rings the doorbell. Hustling over I open and Robby's all smiles. He
whispers, "I was so nervous last night coming out to my parents, but they
were wonderful. It really helped that you're my boyfriend." I kiss his lips
quickly then blush as I turn to see the moms and Chubby staring at
us. Damn, and just this morning I mentioned public shows of affection not
being a good idea. I couldn't help myself though, I love Robby. He blushes
too when he steps in and realizes our kiss was observed. "Hi, Robby, nice
you could join us for brunch. We hope you'll make it a part of your regular
routine." He says, "Thank you, Mrs. Newman. Nice to see everyone. Hi
Chubby, hi Mrs. Romero."  Chubby goes, "Dude!" and Tris says, "Hi Robby,
you're looking especially handsome this morning." Robby mutters, "Thanks,"
and blushes some more. I go, "Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Robby
Dickers," and he blushes for the third time in a minute. I say, "Come on
Robby, you need to help with the brunch, how 'bout toasting the English
muffins?" He goes, "Okay, sure," as the moms and Chubby keep staring at
Robby and me. I go, "It's not polite to stare, haven't you ever seen gay
boyfriends before?" My mom's serious when she asks, "I don't know, have we
Tris?" Tris goes, "Certainly not as cute as these boyfriends are," and
Chubby does my drawn-out, "Moooomm!" I didn't know exactly what to expect
the first time Robby and me were together as gay boyfriends, but I'm glad
the first time's behind us. Behind us as far as my mom and Tris anyway,
there's still Robby's parents and then maybe the novelty will wear off for
everyone and it'll be no big thing, just part of the landscape.

I squeeze the Valencia oranges using the electric juicer for that purpose
and the moms set the table. The brunch is a big success food-wise, but the
conversation seems a bit stilted as everyone avoids any topic remotely
associated with gay boyfriends. The normal interrogation by the moms,
prying into our lives, gets reduced to small talk about our summer job,
which is fine by me. After brunch the moms insist on doing the clean-up
while Chubby gets ready for his date with Mary Jo. They're going on a
picnic with another couple Mary Jo and Chubby know. Robby and I go outside
for a cigarette, and to be alone. We're sitting on the front stoop with
Robby looking around, and then kissing me, "You taste so good, Dylan. Damn,
you're cute." I go, "You too, Robby. Guess what?" He asks, "What, Dylan?"
as he runs his fingers through my hair, saying, "Your hair's almost long
enough for me to give you a haircut like your twin." I go,"Yeah, I'm
looking forward to that, Robby. I like you cutting my hair," which is a
little bit of a white lie. I say, "But I got some big news," and I tell him
about Chubby and me being half-brothers. Robby seems thrilled for us and
asks the questions I'd expect, like how'd it happen, and why the moms
waited so long to tell us, things like that. After that subject's covered,
I'm like, "Um, what'd you and Ryan do last night?" He says, "The same thing
Ryan says you and him are going to be doing while I'm at the supervisors'
meeting this afternoon." I go, "Ryan said that?" Robby goes, "Yeah, he says
you two are really getting tight and I'm happy for you, as you're both very
special to me. You especially, Dylan. My love for you has never been as
full as it is now and that's because you've finally returned so much love
to me. It makes me so happy I pinch myself to make sure it's not a dream."
I'm biting my lip, then I light a cigarette, and say, "Jeez, I was jealous
you and Ryan were together last night. Don't you get jealous when it's just
Ryan and me?" He goes, "Oh yeah! Whaddaya think? It's worth it though to
have the three of us happy. And, um, knowing we're keeping our side-sex
within our little threesome. You are doing that, right Dylan?" I say, "Yes,
Robby, I am. Ah, how'd it go with you two last night?" He goes, "Hey, I'm
following your lead and not discussing details of sex on the side. You're
my true love, so you and me have lovers' sex. That's the way you feel,
right? I mean, I'm your true love and Ryan's your sex-on-the-side? And, we
have sex-on-the-side because we're too young to go steady, um, as you've
pointed out to me" I go, "Hmmm, yeah, of course, but you agreed with
me. Why did you mention that?" He says, "Oh, I don't know. I guess I'm
starting to think Ryan is more in love with you than he is with me, or
maybe it's that he doesn't seem as devoted to me as he was even a few weeks
ago." I gotta talk to Ryan, fer sure now. I say, "I don't know anything
about that. Would you like me to ask him about it?" Robby does a nervous
chuckle, muttering, "No, I'm afraid of the answer." Man, I can't hurt
Robby. I feel for him and now that he's dropped so much of his bossy act,
he seems vulnerable by comparison, and I do love him dearly. He needs to be
himself, but I do like him a little assertive. I hug around his neck,
giving him a kiss, saying, "You and me forever, Robby." He goes, "Do you
promise?" I say, "Definitely, I give you my word of honor about that. And,
as for Ryan, he's just enamored of me at the moment because I let him top
me. He's never had the opportunity to do that with anyone before, so he's
probably excited because of that." Robby asks, "Does he do you better than
me?" and I go, "Much differently, Robby," which is true to a point, but
Friday we had what I'd call lovers' sex in addition to Ryan's dominant
sex. This is troubling because I hadn't considered the possibility that
Robby would be doubting himself so quickly after dropping the dominant act,
but I'm not telling him how he should be acting; that's totally up to
him. He's pretty much back to the super sweet lovable boy he was before I
messed-up his head with suggestions he needs to be dominant, although I did
like some of his dominant act and he's retained some of it too. I'm gonna
be happy with whatever Robby he wants to be.

Robby's gotta go to his meeting so we need to split up. He seems in pretty
good spirits after our talk. He says goodbye to the moms and I walk down to
his pickup with him. Robby nods his head for me to follow him around to the
side of the pickup away from the prying eyes of anyone in the condo. He
puts his arm around my neck and we have a truly wonderful lovers'
kiss. Robby says, "I love you so, Dylan. I'll call you after the meeting to
fill you in. By the way, I'm getting introduced to the fifth guy on my
crew. He's my boss' son, so that's a pain in the ass, but it is what it
is." I mumble, "Love you too, Rob," then get pissed at myself for calling
him Rob. After waving goodbye as he's driving away, I'm walking up the
steps to the condo thinking, 'The boss' son will be working with us. I
don't like the sound of that. Then I realize I don't have wheels to get to
Ryan's house. I never have wheels! I text Ryan, 'Dude, I have no ride. Can
you pick me up?'
 He texts right away, 'You betcha, I'll be right over. Give me your address
so I can program it in my GPS.'  I do that and then go into my bathroom and
clean up a little more, then feel my ass, thinking, 'Oh, I'm probably gonna
get paddled this afternoon, but those climaxes after dominant sex from Ryan
are awesome. I'll go with Ryan's program, but only after we talk about
Robby and I'm probably gonna need to put my foot down with him 'cause I
don't see him backing away from our relationship.' Back outside, I wait
anxiously for him. Now I'm back to having the hots for him, the same ones I
had yesterday afternoon. The mom's secret and me coming clean about being
gay, plus Chubby and me messing around, then sleeping together, all that
pushed Ryan out of my mind. Now that he's coming over I'm biting my bottom
lip again, thinking, 'How the hell am I supposed to be the one who shows
self control? Okay, we'll talk in the car and I'll make myself resist him
until we've discussed Robby. I'll be the adult for once because Ryan's not
gonna want to do without the sex we've been having together. For Robby's
sake he'll have to and that's all there is to it. Damn, it feels good doing
the right thing for once. He's a good nagger though, so I'll need to be
firm.

Two minutes later, Ryan, driving his mother's car, pulls to the curb below
me. I start down the steps wondering why Ryan doesn't have his own car? I
mean, they're rich enough. When I'm just about to the car, Ryan gets out,
and says, "Hi, Dylan." He seems shy, I ask, "Is anything wrong?" He goes,
"Sort of, I've thought a lot about you and me on the ride over here. You
know, after Friday and yesterday at my house, I kinda think we need to tone
it down, as we're supposed to be true to Rob. I think we've taken it way up
from what Rob's impression of our side-sex is. It's the last thing I
thought I'd be saying to you, that we need to cut it way back. Driving over
here I got this huge guilty conscience about me deceiving Rob, and I think
I hurt Rob's feelings last night too. He probably thinks I was showing less
enthusiasm for him than usual, and he'd be right because I had you on my
mind. I don't want to think of myself as an ingrate, because if it weren't
for Rob, I'd still be a nerd accepting abuse from my bully sex partners,
who didn't even like me. Rob showed me love and I can't hurt him." I go,
"Well, yeah you're right. I don't want to hurt him either," and I come up
to Ryan to put my arm around his neck, saying, "But, ya know, that doesn't
mean we need to stop doing it together." He says, "As much as it kills me
inside to say this, I think we need to have a cooling-off period of say a
week or two." I'm shocked. "Ryan, no. We don't need to do that, please. I
just talked with Robby less than an hour ago and he's fine with us being
together. He even said it's okay if you and me fall in love." Ryan asks,
"Are you in love with me?" I bite my lip, then mutter, "Yeah, I am." He
goes, "I told ya you'd fall for me, remember? It's because you're
submissive like I was with those other dominant boys. I didn't like them,
but I thought I was in love with them anyway. And, like I said, they didn't
even like me. I was a sex toy to them." I mumble, "You think of me as a sex
toy?" He goes, "No Dylan, I'm in love with you too, but that's because of
you; almost anyone having sex with you is gonna fall in love with you
because you're awesome." "No I'm not, Ryan. Anyway, we'll be careful of
Robby's feelings. I told him today he and I will be together forever. Can't
you and me at least do the dominant sex, please." He takes a deep breath,
then says, "No, Dylan, because we get so hot for each other we carry it too
far and have a kind of lovers' sex right after the dominant sex." I go,
"Come on, Ryan, I've been looking forward to this. You said you love me, so
don't shut me out." I'm looking pleadingly at him, rubbing his arm, I go,
"Pleeeeeze," imitating how Ryan nags. He takes another deep breath,
scrunching his lips, then says, "If you'll promise to work with me about
avoiding the lovers' sex afterwards. Will you do that for me? That's what
gets me feeling guilty." I'm nodding my head up and down real fast like
Ryan does when he's excited, then I give him a tight hug right there for
anyone glancing out the window to see.  I go, "Thanks, Ryan, we'll make it
work. Robby's good with it." He says, "Okay, but keep your word about
afterwards or we'll have that cooling-off period I mentioned. I can't deal
with a guilty conscience and I won't. Now, go ahead and get in the car."

As I'm running around to get in the passenger side I realize Ryan took the
part I'd convinced myself I'd be doing just minutes ago; he put Robby first
and wanted us to stop having sex for a week or two for a cooling-off
period. I took the part I thought Ryan would take and begged him to do the
dominant sex with me. I'm a real piece of work! Yeah, but I meant what I
said to Robby about it being him and me forever, plus Robby expects Ryan
and me to get it on, so it's all good. Looking over at Ryan, I'm proud of
him for taking the position I was too selfish to take, but he's so hot to
me I reach over to hold his hand. He looks at me, and says, "You've got to
see the two of us as sex-on-the-side, Dylan. Rob's our main boyfriend,
right?" I do his head shake again, saying, "You're right, Ryan, Rob's our
main boyfriend." He smiles, then says, "Get over here," I undo my seat belt
and lean over the gear shift and Ryan gets my head between his hands and
gives me one of his indescribable kisses. I've got my arms around his neck
kissing back like mad, loving how he smells and I'm making a fool of
myself, going., "Mmmmmmm, oooh, Ryan." We kiss for maybe three minutes
before Ryan breaks it off panting. He says, "Get your seat belt on, you're
ass is going to get it good from me this afternoon." My cock's so hard it's
uncomfortable in my jockey shorts so I'm adjusting it, as Ryan says,
"You've got it bad for me, Dylan, I can see that, but we're only doing the
dominant sex and I'm gonna turn up the heat today for ya, but just the with
the dominant sex, then I'm driving you straight home." I go, "Sure, Ryan,
whatever you say. You got me pretty horny though, you know, just thinking
about you. I mean, thinking about the way you fuck me." He goes, "Uh huh,"
and drives away slowly letting two cars go by before pulling away from the
curb. Safe driver. No matter what he said, he relishes the dominant sex
with me.

During the drive to Ryan's house he tells me his parents are visiting
friends, so we've got the house to ourselves. If his folks were here we
couldn't do the dominant sex because of me screaming when Ryan crushes my
nuts. Somehow, as far as I'm concerned, the nut-busting has blended in to
the whole sequence of his version of dominant sex, and while I'm not liking
it the way Ryan says I will, it doesn't bother me as much as it used
to. This dominant sex of Ryan's, and my submissiveness, is of course
role-playing which certainly wasn't invented by Ryan's early dominant sex
partners. As a matter of fact it's not all that rare in certain circles,
and that includes certain circles of heterosexual couples too. Ryan's
borrowed the parts of dominant sex that gave him the most pleasure, and he
does that version on me hoping I get off on the way he did. There isn't a
mean bone in his body; he does this dominant sex to give us both maximum
sexual pleasure, and he's had a lot of experience being in my role so he
knows what he's doing. It's very sexually hot for those of us that enjoy
this kind of thing, and understandably incomprehensible to those that don't
enjoy this type of thing. I'm pretty sure that those of us who like it are
probably a small minority, most don't go for this type of sexy play.  For
me personally there's still nothing better than lovers' sex with Robby, but
like I told him, this is a different kind of sexual heat altogether. I get
larger climaxes with the sub/dom fucks, which is not to say they're better
than lovers' ones. With Ryan though, I'm beginning to wonder if we aren't
on our way to combining the two. I know both Ryan and me are serious about
our commitment to not hurt Robby, but while we're sincere about it, it
might not matter in the end. We might discover we can't avoid it, but that
remains to be seen.

After parking in the carport, while walking inside his foyer we both look
at the spot Ryan fucked me when we had that out-of-control animal heat for
each other. I glance at the spot groping myself, then look at Ryan who
stares into my eyes, his lips parted. As we drove over here my dick went
down after Ryan's kiss, but looking at Ryan right now gets firm again. I
lick my lips swallowing hard, and take a step towards him. He tries to say
something but it catches in his throat and as I'm putting my arms around
his neck, his glasses fog up, but he grunts, "No, Dylan, don't." Taking a
deep breath I drop my arms, mumbling, "You're right, Ryan." Clearing his
throat, he says, "Come on up to my bedroom and get undressed. What's your
safe word?" I say, "Same as always, I'll say 'safe word'." It's all very
businesslike as he goes, "Show me the expression you'll use for the safe
word if I decide to put a ball gag in your mouth." I do the wide open eyes
expression, and he says, "Good, now get up there," and that bit of
authority in his voice gets me excited. I scamper up the steps and wait for
Ryan at the top. He says, "The door on the right at the end of the hall,
that's my bedroom. As I walk towards it I remember Robby telling me Ryan
has an awesome bedroom. Inside I watch Ryan lock the door, then look
around. His bedroom obviously contains expensive furnishings, but not gaudy
ones like Willie's. This is a large bedroom neatly maintained with a
queen-size bed, modern style furniture, wall-to-wall thick carpeting,
baseball posters of Red Sox players on the walls; it's a typical
upper-middle class teenage boy's bedroom. There's a desk with a computer
and a large flat-screen TV on the wall opposite his bed, but nothing
outlandishly excessive like in Willie's bedroom. Ryan turns, and says, "Get
undressed and don't speak unless I ask you a question." I pull my T-shirt
over my head and undo my sneaker's laces as Ryan says, "You look so cute
today, Dylan. Thank you for letting me be the top. Do you think we can
really just keep it to the dominant sex?" Afraid he's getting cold feet and
wants to back out of this, I do his head nod real fast, saying, "Oh yes,
Ryan, I promise." He walks over and whispers, "I really am in love with you
too, Dylan," and he pulls my head down to kiss my lips softly, suspiciously
like a lovers' kiss even though he said we'll just do the dominant sex. I
kiss back of course, because I'm wildly hot for him. My arms go around him
and the kiss goes on and on with our tongues and lips deeply involved. We
both let out moans as we kiss; Ryan's hands caress my body moving
constantly as I hug him. Truth is I'm trying to pull him inside me. His
aroma, his little taut body, his lips, his tongue and his whole mouth all
get me aroused. Ryan's aroused too as his boner is poking near my groin,
and I murmur, "Fuck me, Ryan, please," with the side of my face pressed
against his. He gasps, then in a small voice says, "You promised me we
wouldn't do lovers' sex," and I whisper, "But you just got me so hot for
you." He goes, "I know, because I love you, but I'm still trying to use the
resolve I convinced myself I could pull off, but I can't. Can we
compromise?" I'd nod my head real fast again, but our faces are squished
side by side, so I just say, "Yes, let's compromise. What should we do?" He
says, "We'll do the dominant sex 'cause we both like it, and afterwards
just one lovers' fuck, not three like last time. Okay?" I go, "Good plan,
Ryan. Let's do that," and we go back to kissing. He's so, I don't know,
adorable or something. He's become irresistible to me and it's a helpless
feeling.

Breathing hard, we break the embrace. I watch Ryan's thin chest expand and
relax as he catches his breath, his small taut body is so sexy to me
now. The slight natural biceps definition and his perfectly shaped fairly
hairless forearms with the thin wrist and his narrow, but surprisingly
strong hands. Nineteen years old, but he looks younger, but then so do I.
I'm so attracted to him now it's crazy. Ryan's like, "Okay, we're good. We
had to do those kisses and embraces to get them out of our system; well, at
least I had to because my feelings for you overwhelm me at times. I've
never felt like this before, not even with Rob and it's almost
scary. Freakin' self-control around you is nearly impossible." I'm back to
biting my lip, then I mutter, "Same for me around you, you're just
so... um, delicious." He grins, wiping his eyeglass with my tee
shirt. "Really?" he asks, "Nobody's ever called me delicious before, thank
you Dylan. I've told you many times how, um, delicious you are, but I used
different words. I like delicious though." I ask, "Do you have any idea how
it is we're so in love when we hardly know each other? This morning I told
myself we were in lust, but when I'm with you I know it's love." He goes,
"For me it's both where you're concerned: love and lust. But I don't know
much about love, except I know when I feel it for someone, and especially
if it's returned. Before you and Rob, I only felt that from my parents. No
boy ever felt love for me before, although I've yearned for a gay boy's
love for the last six years, at least. I've had some friends in high
school, but we were considered nerds, the four of us. I was the only gay
one in the group anyway; also I was the only one who knew that I was
gay. It's good to have friends even if they're nerds." I go, "You're not a
nerd, Ryan," and he says, "Yeah, I was, but you and Rob are helping me see
myself differently. Now let's get back in the right frame of mind for our
sexy game of lust, dominance and submission. You know which role belongs to
you, right?" I go, "Oh yeah, the sub in lust for his dom. That's me." He
reaches between my legs and squeezes my nut through my sweat pants, saying,
"And don't you forget it!" as I grunt hard, but don't scream. Ryan can do
that tough dominant talk, but his cute face and him pushing his eyeglasses
up his cute nose with his finger belies his tough act. He goes, "Good, you
didn't scream, now finish getting undressed and stand it front of me at
attention, eyes straight ahead." Properly put in my place for our role
playing, I feel admiration for Ryan. Remembering the dominant part I played
with Shaun from Stop & Shop, I admit it has a certain appeal, but it's a
lot of work being in charge; you gotta think what comes next and give
orders and initiate everything. As a sub you relax and do what you're
told... haha, maybe I'm lazy. Nah, I've never been lazy. I just like being
Ryan's submissive sex partner. No more Willie Worthington for me; well, I
mean as long as me and Ryan are into it together. Ryan watches me undress,
muttering, "Let's go, hurry up," as I suppress a grin. He's so
cool. Pulling down my jockey underwear, I get in front of Ryan looking
straight ahead, my naked body stiff, my hands at my sides and my dick
buzzing. This is sexy fun, especially with Ryan.

Ryan reaches up and puts his forefinger and middle finger in my mouth and
without being told, I suck them and lick them with my tongue. Seems like
the submissive thing to do. Ryan pulls his fingers out and wipes them up
the front of my nose, then wipes the spit off his fingers on my chest as
saliva drips off my nose, while I stand here looking straight ahead. A
quiet, "Good," from Ryan. I shift my eyes and see him walking out of
sight. He's back a minute later as I take a chance glancing at him and see
him carrying what looks like a toiletry kit. From it he pulls a tapered
silicon object that looks like a short version of the dildo Willie stuck up
my ass. As Ryan lubes it up, he says, "Bend over, hands on your knees. This
butt plug will open you up back there so my cock slides in easily, and
without pain. That's for later though, when I'm ready to fuck you." Bending
forward, with my hands on my knees, I glance at Ryan again. He says, "Eyes
to the front."  Now he's using his low eerie voice when he talks. He walks
behind me and screws in the butt plug. It's cone-shaped, much wider at the
top, and fairly short. Ryan begins stretching my anus, inserting the plug
in slowly and it only really hurts the last minute or so, but it never hurt
as bad as Willie's dildo insertion after our absurd porn video
caper. Without explaining himself or asking if any of this is okay, Ryan
says, "Straighten-up, stand tall," and when I do the butt plug is right on
my prostate. I want to moan and move from one foot to the other, but I do
neither. Out of the toiletry kit comes the same narrow leather strip he
used the other day. He ties it too tightly around the top of my nuts, but
today I don't complain, just grimace although Ryan doesn't see me do
it. He's doing his BDSM dominant routine the way the dominant guys used to
do it with him, never asking if it's okay, just doing it. "Hands behind
you," and when I do that, he ties my wrist together. This is better than
the way he had me hogtied the first time he tied me up. Next he pulls a
foot long bar from under his bed, it's chrome with leather loops at each
end. "Lift your right foot," he says, and when I do, he slips the loop over
my foot and tightens it around my ankle, then he does the same with my left
foot. "Walk towards me," he orders, as he walks slowly backwards. I try
following and obviously it's awkward, with only small steps possible. I
swallow noisily, realizing how helpless I am, but at the same time I know
that if I said, "Ryan, take this shit off me," he would. I choose to feel
helpless though because it increases my submissive frame of mind and gets
my dick quivering. We've walked to his bed where the toiletry kit
lays. Ryan takes out a black leather dog collar, then fastens it around my
neck; a short leash hangs down my chest. "Bend forward," he orders, and
when I do he attaches the end of the leash to the bar between my ankles and
now I'm unable to straighten up. Next he gets the ping-pong paddle from
under his bed and walks behind me. As he rubs the paddle across my ass,
then inserts the narrow side in my ass crack pushing on the butt plug, in
his whispery, mesmerizing voice he says, "I want you to take all twenty
paddles again this time. I'll try not to hit the butt plug, but if I do
just take it. Tell me you can do that for me." I find I'm tongue-tied as I
gulp out, "Ya, um, yes, Ryan," but I'll miss laying across his lap for my
spanking. I'll miss feeling his cock against my side, and mine against his
thigh, and my balls between both his thighs. "Swack!" goes the paddle
against my ass cheek, leaving it quivering with a stinging burn. "Swack,
swack, swack, swack, swack!" the sound reverberating in my ears as my ass
cheek burns like fire, with me straining against my bonds. I've already got
tears running down my face and after five more whacks with the paddle on my
other ass cheek, one whack right after the other, I want to scream, 'Safe
word! safe word!' except I promised to take all twenty, so I don't. I took
all twenty paddles last time and Ryan was so proud of me, I can't let him
down this time. I gotta say though, this paddling seems harder and stings
more than last time.

After the first ten incredibly stinging blows to my buttocks, instead of
continuing, Ryan comes around and kneels down level with my face to wipe my
tears and hold his handkerchief, a clean one this time, to my nose. In his
quiet, confident, whispery, eerie voice he says words of
encouragement. When I blow my nose, tears still leaking, Ryan lifts my chin
and kisses me warmly, turning it into a sexy French kiss that has me going,
"Mmmm," in my throat. His tongue is the most perfect tongue I've ever come
in contact with, and I love rubbing my tongue against it. He licks up the
front of my nose, then across my top lip, mumbling a whispery, "You're the
delicious one, Dylan." Another long luscious kiss and my boner touches
lengthwise along my belly, level with my back, although it's straighter
than my back. Ryan puts his lips to my ear, whispering, "I'm so proud of
you, you're doing wonderfully. Better than I ever did at this stage." A
kiss for each cheek, as I'm thinking, 'He's never had a sweet, caring
dominant sex partner like I have in him, that's why I'm doing better than
he did.' The last ten paddles are far worse than the first ten and right
from the start I'm bellowing out, my mouth wide open with spit flying out,
drools of saliva running down my chin to join my tears and mucus, but I
don't holler out the safe word. Ryan coos, "You're an awesome submissive
sex partner, Dylan," as he rubs some kind of cream on my ass that burns at
first making me scream, "Noooo," but in thirty seconds it's cooling the
burn and relieving the worst of the sting. I look back at him as he applies
more soothing cream; Ryan's boner looks huge as precum drips from the
swollen, dark pink head. Paddling my ass raised a hard boner on him, just
like what would happen if he were the one being paddled. He manipulates the
butt plug, massaging my prostate a little and soon I'm cooing, "Oooh,
aaahhhh," with sperm churning in my balls. I feels like I'm going to cum,
but I don't. Ryan comes around and unhooks the leash, then takes it off the
collar and loosens the loops around my ankles, telling me to step out of
the bar that's been separating my feet. The,n taking my now limp cock in
his fist, he uses it as a leash to lead me over to a chair. He sits down,
saying, "You know what to do," and I do too. I sit on his lap facing him,
with a leg on either side of his. He wipes my messy face again with his
handkerchief and has me blow my nose twice while telling me quietly how
well I accepted my spanking, then he wipes my face with a handi-wipe
because there's mucus and spit that the handkerchief missed. I'm doing
little whimpers, realizing I've been reduced to a nine year old and not
remembering exactly when it happened. As Ryan's dominant BDSM activities
progressed I found myself believing I'm actually helpless and at the mercy
of Ryan, so after he put the dog collar and hooked it the bar between my
feet, I let myself believe I was powerless. He paddled my ass hard then,
followed by very kind behavior and it's made me feel dependent and
grateful. So I feel very inferior to Ryan, and this inferior state of mind
makes me feel like I'm a young boy who depends on Ryan to take care of me.

Ryan gets his small fist around my cock, then pulls my head down to his
with a hand behind my neck. I'm very docile with deep affection for him,
and as we kiss he strokes my cock. Ryan starts out kissing sweetly and
increases the intensity of our make-out until the kisses become deeply
sensuous creating in my mind desire and deep sexual arousal for him. My
cock gets very hard and Ryan's boner long, fat, and wet, pokes up between
our bellies as he continues stroking my boner until I'm gasping into his
mouth, moaning and thrusting my hips, needing to cum desperately, but the
tight tie around the top of my balls prevents ejaculation; it becomes
almost unbearable and has me whimpering constantly as Ryan says soothing
words encouraging me to be patient. Some watery precum makes its way past
the tie at the top of my scrotum as I hump up off his thighs moaning and
whimpering pathetically. All I know is I'm in a world of sexual desire,
with Ryan's scent filling my brain. He's my god, as he whispers, "Suck my
cock, Dylan." I would't think of not obeying and scramble off his lap to
get down on my knees, everything made more awkward with my hands tied
behind me. I want his cock in my mouth so badly, but my tongue gets it
bobbing elusively in front of me. Still pathetically whimpering with
desire, I lap at it, then lift up on my knees and come down on it taking it
right in my throat, right past my gag reflect. I work my throat muscles as
Ryan moans, running his fingers through my hair. My sore ass long
forgotten, I gobble his boner. Bringing it up from my throat I lick and
suck the head, then lick and suck as much of the shaft as I can get in my
mouth. A large gob of fairly thick precum drools out of Ryan's cock; I
swirl it around the head of his cock with my tongue, then swallow it. Ryan
says urgently, "No more, Dylan, I'm going to cum." Immediately I pull off
his boner staring at it as more precum drools down from the swollen head,
like the saliva running down my chin. His boner's now fatter and slightly
longer than the one I took in my mouth. Ryan reaches behind him and gets an
identical leather strip to the one around the top of my scrotum. He ties it
tightly around the top of his scrotum, muttering, "You're too sexy hot for
me, Dylan. I'd cum in two minutes if I don't do this to delay my orgasm."
Then he wraps his arm around my neck, leans over in his chair, and we kiss
for three or four minutes. Then, smiling at me, his face an inch from mine,
he rubs his nose back and forth against mine, but I can hardly see his eyes
because his glasses are so fogged up. One last long wet sloppy kiss, before
Ryan says, "Time to get your balls crushed, and then I'll fuck you hard,
and I mean hard. I'm gonna need to fuck you hard if we're to climax past
these ties on our balls.  He pats my cheek and kisses me again. I feel
wonderful. "Stand up now, Dylan." I do that as he takes my T-shirt off his
bed again to clean his glasses.

"Turn around," he says, as he puts his little round eyeglasses on, and when
I turn he pulls out the butt plug leaving my ass gapping open, and me
wishing I could stroke my hard boner that's tight against my stomach,
dripping precum and throbbing.  I love sucking his cock and those kisses
from Ryan drove me wild with desire, they've got my cock alive with awesome
sensations. My balls, hard and heavy, push against the leather tie at the
top of my scrotum as I moan with the need to cum. Then Ryan unties my hands
whispering, "Don't touch your cock." I can't wait to be fucked. Wasting no
time, probably just as anxious as I am, Ryan bumps my anus with the head of
his boner, and like he predicted my ass was opened wide by the butt plug
and his large boner slides up my ass easily. My rectum muscles close on it
feeling snug and wonderful as I moan with pleasure. In my current frame of
mind I don't feel humiliated by all my submissive whimpering and moans of
sexual pleasure, although I guess I should be humiliated. Ryan wraps his
arms around my stomach tightly and begins pounding his cock up my ass
moving just his hips. Immediately hundreds of sensations inside my rectum
come tantalizingly alive. His groin slaps into my smacked buttocks, "Slap,
slap, slap," filling the room with sounds of gay fucking and our grunts of
pleasure are soon accompanied by the sexy sound of bodies slamming together
in this sex act. My balls have been actively producing sperm since I sat on
Ryan's lap, and even before that I suppose, so my nuts are full and up
tight at the top of my scrotum trying to unload their heavy creamy
load. Both nuts press against the thin leather strip around the top of my
scrotum pushing at the tiny opening in an attempt to send cum up my boner,
and it's so frustrating and sexy at the same time. Ryan reaches around and
tightly strokes my boner doubling my need for climax and I let out a long
whinny, "Eeeeeeee, ahhhhhh," high pitched, and definitely pathetic. Pushing
at the back of my head, then smacking it I finally get the message through
my sexually distorted brain and bend over grabbing my knees. Ryan's long
fat cock plows up my ass in an upward thrust, the head dragging along the
top of my rectum wall right over my prostate time after time until tears of
frustration run down my face. Ryan goes, "Hands and knees," so I drop down
on all fours and he fucks me doggy style. I need to cum so badly I look
back at Ryan with a pleading expression on my face, like a faithful dog
looks at his master. Ryan's pulls at the leather strip's slipknot, freeing
his nuts to do their job and with two more violent thrusts up my ass, he
moans, "Oooooh, umpt, umpt," and slams his engorged cock into my ass,
laying on my back as a hard stream of cum batters my bowels. With a hand
cupping each of my shoulders Ryan slams his crotch against me with fast
hard jabs firing more cum up my ass as I scrunch my face and a very thin
thread of cum shoots from my cock. The sensations are so intense that
everything goes dark for a second. One more slam into me as Ryan's matching
my whimpering sounds as more cum is pumped into my rectum; earlier cum
deposits drool out to run down my legs. He lays on my back, still humping
his hips, his boner sliding easily in his large cum load. Breathing hard,
his breath blowing against the back of my head, his heart hammering on my
back, Ryan reaches around and pulls the slipknot releasing my scrotum and
cum roars up my boner, straightening it out away from my stomach, to shoot
a long string of the creamiest cum I've ever seen straight down to the
carpet. Only a whizzy sound comes from me, followed by a noise so
high-pitched the dogs in this neighborhood are probably howling as another
string of creamy spunk hits the floor. Sensations overwhelm me and I
crumble to the carpet sliding in my prodigious load of sperm and lay there
trembling with Ryan on my back. His thin taut body is slippery with sweat
and cum that's drooled from my ass. Ryan squirms on my back spreading sweat
and cum on my buttocks as he kisses the back of my neck. My body shudders
as more cum runs from my boner squished under my belly. Random sensations
sizzle around my pelvic region causing shivers and then I let out the
breath I'd held throughout my orgasm, then a quiet moan of pleasure and
relief escapes my lips as I lay limply on the floor under Ryan.

My head is buzzing with thoughts of that great climaxand again my shoulders
shudder as Ryan breathes deeply, then lays the side of his face at the back
of my neck, his cock still up my ass. After a minute of our fast beating
hearts and quick intakes of air, we lay silently. Now that sexual
sensations have ceased I notice my still stinging buttocks cheeks and the
pleasant filled-up feeling of Ryan's cock inside me. His scent is all I
smell and his body is all I feel. Soon I notice other things like the cum
under me is cooling quickly and the stickiness on my buttocks and back and
the back of my legs. Ryan lifts his head, asking, "Are you okay, Dylan? I
got a little bit carried away and forgot we had our nuts tied. I'm
sorry. It held off our orgasms longer then I intended. You okay?" I mutter,
"It was an awesome fuck, Ryan, but ya know, I think I had even hotter
orgasms when you, um, sort of fucked me the other way." He asks, "You mean
our sorta lovers' fucks Friday?" I go, "Uh huh." He's quiet for a few
seconds, then asks, "Don't you want to do the dominant fucks anymore?"
Because he sounds disappointed and I know being the dominant partner is
excitingly new to him, but mostly because I love to be dominantly fucked by
Ryan I go, "Oh no, we can do them whenever you want, absolutely. They're so
fucking hot the way you handle them, but I just hope you'll do the other
kind too." He hugs me as he lays on me, then mutters, "Sure, I like them a
bunch too. Just being able to fuck you at all is a thrill for me. Would you
like to take a shower with me?" He can be so fucking sweet, and I love
that!! I go, "That'd be great, Ryan," and I roll over slowly, so he doesn't
slide off my back too quickly and hit the floor. His soft cock flops out of
my ass as I get him in my arms, chest to chest and we do a long slow
luscious kiss, his hands on either side of my face, my arms around his
neck. There's no sense trying to fool myself: Robby showed me what love is
and I'm in love with Ryan, fer sure. It just happened. People don't decide
they love someone, they either do or they don't. I know the difference and
now I love Ryan the way I love Robby. I don't know how or why I fell in
love with him, I just know I did. When, with pleasant comfortable moans of
deep pleasure, we break the kiss and the sides of our faces are together
again, my arms now hugging him around his back, I say quietly in his ear,
"I can't help myself, Ryan, I love you as much as I've ever loved anyone. I
want to spend a week in bed with you and see how many times you can fuck me
in a week." I hear a sniffle, then a tear on my cheek, as Ryan mumbles,
"Thank you, Dylan. I love you at least as much as you love me, and it's
like a magical, wonderful thing that I never thought would happen. You
saying that literally brought tears to my eyes." We lay like that for a few
more minutes silently, with me gently rubbing his back and up the the back
of his head; a body and head I've become so fond of. Savoring the feel of
him I block the fact that this undeniable and totally unexpected love of
Ryan is complicating my life a great deal. I don't care about that right
now because the love in my heart for this nineteen year old hottie is all
I'm thinking about. How very strange the twists and turns of life.

Ryan eventually staggers to his feet, his big cock looking almost ludicrous
on his small frame. He's still dressed, but his sweatpants are at his
knees. He pulls then up with his junk flopping under the waistband to hang
inside his shorts. Ryan then reaches a hand down to me and I clasp it and
he helps me up. I'm light headed as Ryan, still holding my hand leads me
into his bathroom; everything in here is sparkling clean. There's a
separate stall shower enclosed in clear glass, a large bathtub with a
handheld shower head in addition to the other plumbing associated with a
bathtub, marble top double sinks with a mirror behind the marble going up
to the ceiling, and a toilet of course. There's also a nice piece of
furniture matching the bedroom furniture that's stacked with thick white
towels and assorted bathroom items like soaps, shampoos, and personal
hygiene items such as deodorant, scissors, tweezers, Q-tips, whatever. I
ask, "Jeez, who cleans this bathroom, it sparkles!" Ryan goes, "It's part
of my responsibilities around the house, to clean my bathroom and bedroom
once a week when I'm not at college, take out the trash, and keep the
basement recreation room neat. I'll need to use rug cleaner where we
smeared cum on the carpet. That's about it, and I get a nice allowance for
doing those chores, my 'rents want me to feel I earned it. The rest of the
house is cleaned by a cleaning service." As he talks, Ryan's undressing and
putting his clothes in a hamper that I didn't notice until now. Naked he
takes my hand and sort of pulls me in his direction and our naked bodies
come together, our arms go around each other and our lips meet and we kiss
a sweet kiss. The cum on the front of my body smears onto Ryan even as the
cum in the back continues drooling down my legs, but neither of us cares
anything about the messy cum. Another tongue-involved kiss and then the
sides of our faces are side by side again. Ryan asks, "Do you think this is
a crazy love we have? I mean, like you said, we hardly know each other." I
quietly say, as I hug his body tightly, "You got me there, Ryan. All I know
for sure is I love everything about you, and I'm not expecting to discover
anything about you in the future I'm not going to love just as much." He
sniffs, muttering, "Those words are so beautiful to me, Dylan, they make me
cry. I honest to God didn't know I could be this happy or this much in love
with anyone, much less someone as unbelievably cute and awesome as you. You
could have any gay boy you want and it's me you choose." I go, "Yes, I want
you," and a second later, "And Robby too. That's not too much to ask, is
it, to love two boys equally?" He kisses the side of my face, muttering,
"Not as far as I'm concerned, and me being one of the two is more than a
dream come true for me."

We're both deep into it, but eventually, reluctantly, we let go of each
other and Ryan gets the shower going, adjusting the water
temperature. Satisfied with that, he takes my hand again and we go into the
big shower stall together. I like the hand holding a lot, and I liked it
before Willie insisted on it, so it's not something I got from Willie
although doing it in public is more of his training that's sort of taken
'cause I wouldn't mind doing that now if Ryan or Robby wanted to do it. My
ability to get deeply submissive during sex might be a different story;
that, I do believe is compliments of Willie. Ryan shampoos my hair and then
I do the same for him. We both have serious expressions exchanging glances
with desire in our eyes. As I'm washing his shoulders and chest he wraps
his arms around me and we hug for awhile, saying nothing at all. He puts
his hand at the side of my face moving my face in front of his and we stare
into each others eyes as my dick gets firm. Soon I feel Ryan's cock, hard
now, against my thigh. My lips are moving, but without speaking, my eyes
looking into his must be conveying my desire for him to fuck me again
because he puts his lips to my ear, and says, "In bed, Dylan. We'll make
love in bed." I gasp, holding him pressed against me, then we both take a
deep breath and I silently finish washing Ryan's surprisingly taut thin
body. He washes my body using the same washcloth I washed him with, doing
it lovingly with his free hand sliding on my wet skin, squeezing parts of
my body every now and then. We're pretty well rinsed from the overhead rain
shower nozzle, but Ryan uses the hand held one to complete the rinsing with
it's sharp needle spray that feels awesome on my cock and balls when he
directs the spay there. We grin at each other, then he turns off the
shower, takes my hand in his thin hand, and leads me out of the shower
stall. Both of our cocks are stiff, but not bone hard. Ryan dries me with a
fluffy cotton towel, then passes me a fresh towel and I dry his body
kneeling down in front of him to get his legs and feet. Then, looking into
his eyes, I slowly take his cock and put it in my mouth keeping my eyes at
the top of their sockets continuing to look into Ryan's shining eyes. His
facial expression is one of concentration; concentrating on me. When I've
sucked his hard boner for a while he cups under my chin with his hand and
lifts, so I stand still staring into his eyes, mesmerized. Taking my hand
Ryan leads us back into his bedroom, he pulls back the covers of his bed
and gestures I should climb in. Getting under the covers I scoot over to
give Ryan room on the mattress, as our eyes never wander from the
other's. When Ryan's in bed we cling to each other and begin a luxurious
make out, taking turns sucking each other's tongue and top lips while
making, "Mmmmm," sounds in our throats as our boners poke one another. Our
hands are all over each other's body rubbing and squeezing; I can't get
enough of him.

About ten arousing minutes of tasting each other's mouths, inhaling each
other's scents, and loving the feel of our bodies with both of us breathing
deeply, Ryan gasps, "On your stomach, Dylan." I roll over on my stomach,
shaking with anticipation. I quietly mutter, "Fuck me, Ryan," he spreads my
legs and gets between them to finger my anus, mumbling to himself, "Still
some wet cum in there." Some additional thrusts with his finger, then he
leans forward and pushes the leaking head of his boner at my anus, easily
spreading the lips, and then enters me going, "Oooooh." I bite my knuckle
to keep from making a further fool of myself, as I did enough of that
during Ryan's dominant sex with my whimpering and moaning my long
embarrassing sounds of exquisite sexual pleasure. He leans forward slowly
forcing his hard cock deep inside me, then presses his groin against my
buttocks supporting himself with a hand on either side of me. He rotates
his hips, then lifts them withdrawing his boner until the swollen head
distends the lips of my anus as I tighten the muscles in my ass to hold him
in. He holds this position for ten seconds, then smoothly slides his cock
back up my ass. It goes all the way in with pressure on my buttocks again,
as he leans his head down, asking, "Does it feel good, Dylan?" I say, "Yes,
Ryan," but it comes out as a whimper because it's feeling way better than
good. Precum from my boner wets my belly as Ryan begins thrusting and
withdrawing his swollen cock; it's hard as wood, fucking me in a steady
rhythm and I'm going, "Ooh!" with each penetration. Nothing in the world
gives more sexual pleasure to me than this. My sphincter muscles are
clenched continually and it becomes an unimaginable sexually-fulfilling
experience. It's one I'm hoping will go on for a long time, and it does go
on for at least fifteen minutes before we both start with the desperate
grunts and moans again as I rub my face back and forth on Ryan's pillow,
smelling the scent of his hair. My hips start thrusting against the bed as
my climax builds and builds until I'm humping the bed and thrusting back at
Ryan's thrusts. He grunts, "Ahh, umpth, oh," slams into me and pours his
second cum load up my ass as I squeal my shrill, embarrassing squeal and
shoot four shots of cum on the sheets, wetting my belly. Ryan fucks me
wildly, my ass full of spunk, before collapsing on my back again and
hugging my shoulders as he kisses the back of my head. We lay like that,
breathing hard for a few minutes without speaking. Then Ryan lifts up,
supporting himself by his arms, and fucks me for maybe ten more minutes
with both of us moaning the whole time. Exhausted, Ryan pulls his cock from
my ass and rolls over next to me on the bed. We're again breathing deeply
for a few minutes, then our faces turn to each other and we do lovers'
kisses as we lay on our sides with our arms around each other. Not
desperate kisses, but loving ones. Our bellies and chests are tight
together, with Ryan's leg over mine and it almost seems were one. At the
end of our make-out we're licking each other's faces with Ryan filling my
nostrils with his sexy awesome saliva; I feel like he's a part of me when
we finally stop licking and are just clinging to one another.

After a few minutes of cuddling together, I quietly say, "I want to lick
your feet and legs and rim your ass and suck your cock until you cum." He
says, seriously, "Just hearing you say that gets me hard, but I couldn't
climax again for hours, Dylan. I'm sorry." I rub my nose against his,
mumbling, "I didn't mean now, ya nut. Although I wish we could. I love your
body, your smell, how you taste, your tongue's my favorite tongue of all
time, and your cock up my ass is like the best thing I've ever felt." He's
running his fingers through my hair as he quietly asks, "Are you trying to
get me to cry again, Dylan? This is all so new to me, you're so perfect and
I'm so not perfect it seems impossible that you'd love me like this, it's
surreal, Dylan. But like I said, a dream come true. I can't even say it's a
fantasy come true because I never ever fantasized anyone loving me who's as
perfect as you," and we kiss a long kiss, then just lay quietly in each
other's arms. Ryan's head's against my shoulder, the top of his head under
my chin, and my fingers absently play with his soft burr-cut hair. Neither
one of us wants to get up. I move my head so I can kiss the top of his head
and inhale Ryan's scent, then I do it again 'cause I'm crazy in love with
him. This goes on for half an hour until Ryan takes a deep breath, then
mumbles, "It's three-thirty, Dylan. Robby's meeting will be over soon. Do
you think we should get up and, I don't know, clean up in case our
boyfriend wants us all to get together. I say, "Ah, the sensible twin
speaks sense again. You're right of course, but I'm serious about spending
a week in bed with you. How we gonna do that, Ryan?" He goes, "I don't
know, but I'm gonna be wracking my brain to come up with something. That'll
be my new improved fantasy... a week in bed with Dylan. Do ya think we'd
survive?" I go, "Probably not, but like they say, what a way to go." Ryan
says, "You move an inch away from me, then I'll move an inch and pretty
soon we'll be able to get up out of bed." I go, "Okay," and move a little
away so our bodies aren't touching. Ryan goes, "Good. Now my turn, " and he
moves right back up against me and we wrap our arms around each other and
kiss, chuckling.

After ten minutes of messing around we get into a tickling bout which gets
us laughing and Ryan falls out of bed. "You okay, Ryan?" He goes. "Yeah,
luckily I landed on my head. Let's clean up and get dressed," which is what
we do. "What should we do now, Dylan?" I go, "Let's go to the mall, if our
boyfriend calls one of us Robby can meet us there. He might be, um,
concerned or something if he thinks we spent three hours in your bedroom."
Ryan mutters, "Fer sure," and we go to his car and, leaning on the car
share a cigarette. Ryan says, "It took me a while to get used to these
things, but now I kinda like 'em. If my twin and my boyfriend both smoke,
I'm gonna smoke too." I go, "Stupid! I wish I never started, and I'm
quitting when I graduate; that's my graduation present to myself." Ryan
nods his head real fast, saying, "Good plan, me too!" He gets excited about
the smallest things, not that quitting is a small thing, I guess. Ryan
stands real close to me, like he does with Robby; if Robby and I are
together my twin chooses Robby to stand close to. I hope that continues
because I can tell it makes Robby feel good. Done the cigarette we head for
the mall with Ryan driving agonizingly safe, and then we're not inside the
mall two minutes when Robby texts me, 'What are you up to, boyfriend?' and
that makes me feel guilty, as I love Robby so much and desperately want to
make him happy. Loving Ryan complicates that, but it is what it is. I show
Ryan the text and we exchange guilty looks, then I text right back, 'Your
b/f and his twin are at the mall.' He's right back at me with, 'I'll meet
you guys there and fill you both in on the meeting. Where ya at?' I text,
'Meet you at the food court.'  As Ryan and I are walking to the food court,
him walking too close to me, I say, "Okay Ryan, um, we're not describing
our sex-on-the-side to our boyfriend anymore, so keep it vague." He goes,
"Oh yeah," and he rubs my back and bumps his side against me. I grin at him
as he pushes his glasses up his cute nose saying, "I wish I could kiss you
right here, Dylan." I swear to god my dick firms right up, so I say, "Do it
then," and we stop for a kiss with hordes of people walking around
us. "That was sexy and ballsy of us two," is Ryan's response and he puts
his arm around my waist. We got it bad for each other and we walk the rest
of the way like that with people sneaking glances at us and Ryan looking up
at me every now and then and me grinning at him. Willie broke me into this
kind of thing, but I wonder who broke Ryan in on it.

At the food court we sit down across from each other and I half expect Ryan
to hold his hand out on the table top for us to hold hands while we wait
for Robby. He doesn't, but if he did I would have taken his hand to
hold. That makes me take a deep breath and try to look at anything but
Ryan's eyes, although without success. We stare at each other for a minute,
then he quietly, says, "I told ya, didn't I?" meaning that I'd fall in love
with him, and I do his fast head nod up and down, muttering, "Ya sure did,
Ryan." He smiles, asking, "Ain't it great, Dylan?" and again I do the head
nod wishing I would stop doing it, but it just comes natural now. My
feelings for Ryan are the same ones I felt for Willie in Key West, except I
knew back then it'd be temporary, and that things would be different when
we left the Key West environment. There's no leaving Ryan though, so it
looks like I'm in for the long haul with him and I don't know what to do
about that.  And more importantly, I don't want to do anything about
that. We're still staring at each other as I gulp at how hot I am for him
and how unassuming he is about that fact. He's not acting the least bit
dominant and I both love that about him and at the same time wish he would
send me up to buy a soda or something for him. Instead he asks, "Can I get
anything for you, Dylan?" I go, "No, I'm good. Let's wait for Rob and see
if he's up for a ice cream or something." Breaking eye contact at last, I
take another deep breath wanting another kiss from Ryan when I see Robby
walking towards us smiling. At the table he asks, "How are my twins doing?"
Ryan chirps up, "Real good, Rob, and even better now that you're with us."
I go, "Ditto for me, Rob," and he musses both Ryan's and my hair, saying,
"Let me buy my twin boyfriends an ice cream cone," and we say, "Cool,
thanks, Rob." And, as the three of us stand in line for ice cream, I'm
saying over and over in my head, "He's Robby, not Rob! He's Robby, not
Rob!" We gets our cones as Ryan says, "This is nice of you, Rob," and I
say, "Yeah, it is, Rob, thanks," and make a face at myself. Dammit!

Sitting at a table with us twins listening closely to Robby as we lick our
cones, he tells us about the meeting. He'll go over it tomorrow with his
whole crew, but we get a preview. It sounds like the same procedure as last
summer except Robby's our crew chief and not my co-worker, and we'll have
Ryan's boss' son on the crew. Robby says, "His name is Derek Tannum. Chuck
Tannum's my boss this year. He's new, but dad hired him last fall to head
the snow removal crew in the winter, and now he'll run the three
landscaping crews. We'll be just cutting grass, but the other two crews
will also do landscaping, sidewalks, walls, and stuff like that. The new
guy, Derek, is huge." I go, "He's fat?" and Robby says, "No, he's built;
he's about six-two with muscles to spare, but he lacks a little thing
called personality. Plus, I get the feeling he thinks cutting grass is
beneath him because he told me his father is making him work this summer
due to a couple of car crashes Derek had at college. His auto insurance
premium is through the roof, apparently." Ryan asks, "Where's he go to
college?" Ryan shrugs, saying, "Oh, he's Ivy League all the way, he goes to
Cornell University and is on the lacrosse team as a sophomore. He'll be a
junior next year and after work he probably won't be hanging out with the
likes of us freshman Merrimack students." Ryan innocently goes, "Um, we're
sophomores now, Rob," and Robby says, "Yeah, and he's an Ivy League
junior. You remember how upper-classmen looked down on us freshmen. Anyway,
the hell with him, he'll need to do what all you worker bees will be doing,
and that's cutting grass." Finished with that topic, Robby asks, "So, what
have you two been up to?" I go, "Sorta what you'd imagine your twin
boyfriends would do when our leader's not with us." Robby laughs, "Leader,
my ass. I'm just your boyfriend," and then he acts like our leader, saying,
"Both of you will need haircuts at the end of the week. Is it okay if I use
your barber stuff, Dylan?" I go, "Sure, Rob," and Ryan asks, "Are you gonna
give us both burr haircuts, Rob?" He goes, "Yep, my twins will have burr
haircuts all summer 'cause it makes sense doing the kind of outdoor work
we'll be doing. It gets mighty hot in July and August, you'll be glad you
have short haircuts." Ryan goes, "Hey, my dad loves this haircut and I'm
used to it, too." We walk around the mall not buying anything. Ryan's
walking too close to Robby who squeezes the back of Ryan's neck now and
then, seemingly liking the fact Ryan stays close to him. I'm walking on the
other side of Robby, but the proper distance away.

We run into friends from high school and exchange information about our
first year at college and what we'll be doing this summer. Everyone's
working either full-time or part-time. Later Robby takes charge again by
saying, "It's time we all got home for dinner and we all need to get to bed
early because we start at seven o'clock outside the building near the
trucks. That means you need to be in the locker room earlier than that to
change into the cargo shorts, a T-shirt with the company's logo, and
baseball caps we'll provide. Everyone will get two sets of tees and
shorts. It's up to you to wash them and have a clean outfit each day." Ryan
asks, "Do you want me to give Dylan a ride home, Rob?" Robby goes, "No,
I'll take him home. You know how to get to the office, right, Ryan?" Ryan
goes, "Yep, I drove past it this morning to be sure I knew the way." Robby
says, "Good, we'll do our goodbye kisses in the parking lot where we have a
little privacy." Ryan and I nod our heads agreeing with Robby like we're
bobblehead dolls and off the three of us go. Outside the mall Ryan walks
over to Robby's pickup with us. Robby looks around, then gets his arm
around Ryan's neck pulling his head over and gives Ryan a five-second kiss
goodbye. Then he says, "We can't kiss hello and goodbye at work, but we'll
do it when we can. Now give your twin a kiss goodbye, Ryan, and we'll see
you bright and early in the morning." I lean my head down and we kiss,
mumbling, "See ya tomorrow," then Ryan jogs off to his car. Robby watches
him go, then turns to me and does the same arm around the neck with a kiss
to me that he did with Ryan. He says, "That's a kiss hello for you. You
look so cute, Dylan." I say, "You too, Rob." We get in the pickup with me
speculating to myself that Robby being in this take-charge attitude is
probably a carry over from his meeting with the other supervisors. The
supervisor's boss, Chuck Tannum, probably emphasized to the supervisors
they're in charge and responsible for their crews. Anyway, it was nice
seeing Robby upbeat again. I look at him as he drives, and my desire for
him is about the same as my desire for Ryan. I'm glad to see that it is,
too. Just to touch him, I reach over and squeeze his arm and he gives me a
really cute smile, asking, "Ya wanna mess around a little if there's no one
at the middle school's refreshment stand?" I do Ryan's affirmative head
nod, mumbling, "Yeah, I sure do, Rob." He smiles, muttering, "My twins
indeed. Ryan's picked up some of your mannerisms, but mostly you've picked
up on his. Dylan, it's so fucking cool. I love you two to death. Damn, I'm
lucky!" I steal one of Ryan's lines, and say, "We're the lucky ones." Robby
smiles again, saying, "I'm glad you think so too. You made this all
possible, Dylan. I might have started it, but you made it work. Man, I
can't thank you enough. You're awesome, Dylan." He's being real sincere,
almost corny, but I don't feel like lightening things up like I usually do
when it gets too heavy. I want Robby to feel good. He pulls into the
abandoned parking spaces behind the refreshment stand at the middle school
we attended so long ago. No one's here, which means we can mess around a
little. I'm very sexually satisfied after Ryan's awesome fucking, but
excited to do it with Robby too. Can't help but wonder if I'm a tad
oversexed.

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

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