Date: Thu, 4 Sep 2014 12:11:06 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO   Chapter 101

DYLAN'S  SUMMER VACATION TWO



Chapter  101



by  Donny Mumford


Bean left two minutes ago and I'm back in the basement sweeping up his
hair clippings thinking about two surprises tonight. One was Bean fucking me
so awesomely, I never expected that. The other surprise was Bean telling me
he  blew Manny, and sometime or other Manny fucked him. He said that happened
in  the past and I'm not sure of the time table, but I get the impression
it was  at least a few years ago. I guess oral sex isn't unheard of for young
teens  experimenting with their recently discovered sexuality, although
anal  intercourse seems a bit unlikely at that age. I'm merely assuming in both
 those cases because I've no real knowledge of how prevalent either of
those  sex acts are among teens. Manny engaging in early gay sex is a bigger
surprise  to me than Bean doing it, but I didn't think either of them had gay
tendencies. Not until Bean asked if I'd blow him a few weeks ago. That came
out of the blue. He said he's been curious about gay sex ever since Ray
came  'out' as bisexual. Back then, when he asked me, Bean's curiosity had the
ring  of truth to it. I now know he experimented with gay sex before with
Manny, and  who knows who else, so Bean lied by saying he was just 'curious'.
Now it looks  like Bean has definitely moved past the curiosity phase. He's
looking for more  sex with me which conflicts sharply with my attempts to
cut back on side-sex.  The thing is, he fucked me so good I'm thinking along
the same lines he is,  I'd like to do it again too. I've also developed some
hot's for Manny of late,  and now that I've discovered his past gay
experimentation my desire to be  fucked by that pretty, brainiac Hispanic lad is
even more intriguing then  ever. For some reason I'm thinking he probably
fuck's good. These things are  not what I should be thinking about because there
are 101 other things I need  to deal with like getting over this cold, my
upcoming sophomore year at  college, our apartment, the new threesome Robby's
planning, cutting back on  side sex, and missing the barbecue after work
tomorrow, among other things...  they should be on my mind more than Bean and
Manny.


The basement's cleaned up and I'm feeling tired so  I use my head for once,
take a quick shower and then go to bed. While waiting  for sleep I think
about my true love, Robby, and just like that thoughts of  Bean and Manny fade
away. In the morning I see that Robby texted me last night  saying it was
too late to call and telling me he loves me and that I should  get a good
night's sleep. Well, I did get a good night's sleep. In fact Chubby  had to
wake me to give me a breakfast of hot oatmeal, orange juice, and tea  this
morning. After doing that he was running late so off he went. Then it's  another
slow morning for me. I spent most of the time in bed and then mom made
chicken soup again for my lunch and I ate all of it. I'm feeling better than I
have for a few days now. Lunch is followed by another totally boring day of
 course, and to make matters worse Robby can't see me tonight because one
of  the clumsy new guys got his foot cut on the walk-behind mower near the
end of  the day. Robby's at the emergency room with him. He called me from
there  telling me it's very busy and he's gonna be there awhile. We talked for
ten  minutes or so with me nagging him to let me go to work tomorrow. He
finally  lost patience and snapped at me, saying, "No nagging, Dylan! I've made
my  decision and you need to accept it." Then he apologized for being
grumpy, but  I got the message and dropped the subject. So, Robby wouldn't give
in, but he  did say I can come to the barbecue after work tomorrow. Friday's
the last day  on the job for the regular part time crew and I'll at least
have a chance to  see the guys and say goodbye to those I might not see again.
Plus tomorrow  I'll get a good barbecue dinner and a couple of beers.
That's awesome because  I can't wait to get out of this condo!



I'm changing the linens on my bed when Chubby shows up with our dinner.
It's Kentucky fried chicken with mac and cheese and cole slaw. We eat it at
the kitchen bar and then Chubby stays with me for an hour or so telling me
what happened at work today and about tomorrow's barbecue. They were already
setting up for it this afternoon. All the work crews, not just ours, plus
all  the office staff from the other divisions of the company will be
attending, so  it's a big deal. I'm looking at my wristwatch expecting Sonny any
minute and  then Chubby offers to cancel his date with Gina and stay to keep
me  company. I insist he go on his date explaining a posse boy is coming for
a  haircut. Chubby looks relieved because I'm pretty sure he didn't want to
miss  the chance to nail Gina one more time before we leave for college. If
you ask  me my brother spends too much time thinking about getting laid, but
I'm not  gonna say anything to him. I just hope he knows what he's doing.
We have a hug  and then Chubby takes off giving me a sweet smile and rubbing
my head. I  always feel loved when Chubby and me do anything together. I
almost wanted to  call Sonny to cancel his haircut so I could hang out with
Chubby, but I didn't  pull the trigger on that and now Chubby's gone.


So, now I'm waiting for Sonny and getting kind of squirmy thinking  about
what a sexy dominant kid Sonny's turned out to be. It always seems  sexier to
me when my dominant sex partner is smaller than me, like Ryan or  maybe
even Manny. Cory fits that mold too. Cute, short, little, and skinny  dominant
guys rock my world, and Sonny's not only smaller than me, he's also
younger. That's really hot! This is like a date tonight so  I'm getting myself
cleaned-up in the bathroom, then I get dressed. Sonny's  late so I try smoking a
cigarette on the balcony. Bad idea as it makes me  dizzy and my throat's
still a little scratchy. Except for a runny nose and the  slightly scratchy
throat my cold is just about gone. I feel pretty good  actually, but not
totally back so I step on what amounts to a whole cigarette  after two drags,
then kick it off the balcony through the railing. Inside I  gargle with
Listerine mint mouth wash and then look at my reflection in the  mirror. I've been
putting Vaseline on my nose and upper lip so they don't get  raw from all
the nose blowing and that's worked, but I need to wash off the  remaining
Vaseline. Also, an hour ago I took an antihistamine tablet to slow  up my runny
nose and it's working too, so I almost look normal. I wouldn't  want to
gross out Sonny with mucus running out my nose or anything like that.  I'm
looking out the window and see Sonny pull up on his motorbike. Watching  him come
up the steps I can help but grin, and now he's ringing the doorbell.  Damn,
he looked cute skipping up the steps. He's wearing shorts and his legs  and
arms looked adorably skinny, but I know he's a tough little kid. Hee hee,
I watch him breathe into his cupped hand now, I guess to see if his breath
stinks. I've done that at times, but I don't know if you can smell your own
breath. Sonny runs his fingers through his hair and then smoothes his
t-shirt  making himself presentable after the ride over here. Cute and sexy.
Groping  myself, I answer the door determined to be cool like this no big deal,
like  I'm blasé, not horny. It's not my first rodeo, but I always feel a
little  nervous.


Sonny's grinning as he stands there with his hands in his pocket  playing
with himself. I stare at him a second, then say, "Yes, little boy, can  I
help you?" He smirks at me, then asks, "Are you over Ray's cold yet?" I say,
"It's not necessarily Ray's cold, you muppet. I don't know if I caught it
from  him, but I'm pretty much over it whoever I caught it from." He nods his
head,  muttering, "Good," and holds up a bag, "Gifts for you." I'm like, "Oh,
thanks,  Sonny!" I look in the bag and see sex toys. Returning  the smirk
he gave  me, Sonny says, "They're not actually a gift except for usage
tonight. We'll  have to stay here at your house because everyone is home at my
house. Last  night nobody was home, but you couldn't make it then, ya big
baby." We're  still standing at the front door so I tell him to come in, then
close the  door, saying, "I'm glad to see you, Sonny. What have you been up
to?" He goes,  "Hanging with my homeboys and fucking around with our
motorbikes. A little  screwing around too, you know." He stops then, glares at me,
then gets his arm  around my neck pulling my head down and rubbing my scalp
with his knuckles,  yelling, "You got a short haircut from someone other than
me. I told you not  to do that. You need to learn to do what I say,
boyfriend. I'm the boss!" I  mutter, "I know, I know, but you're not the only boss I
got and all my bosses  insist on me getting my haircut the way they want it.
This is just the first  haircut I've had from a professional barber since
coming back from spring  break." Sonny lets go of my neck, mumbling, "It's
okay, maybe I didn't feel  like giving you a haircut anyway." I go, "Oh, cool,
Sonny. I'm glad you're not  pissed off." He says, "I didn't say I wasn't
pissed off about it, I said maybe  I don't feel like giving you a haircut
anyway. That's 'maybe' I don't." I go,  "Whatever, don't be a pain in the ass,
okay?" He gooses my crotch, "I am never  a pain in the ass. Truth is I need a
back to school haircut myself, so we'll  do that first." I go, "Okay, I
love cutting orange hair," and he laughs, then  says, "And you love putting
your nose in orange pubic hair while blowing me  too, right?" It makes my dick
move just thinking about sucking Sonny's pale  creamy cock. His long penis
looks so hot surrounded by his bright orange pubic  hairs. I look into
Sonny's eyes, and he chuckles, "I love you, Dylan! You're  horny and hot for me, I
can see it in your eyes." I frown, "Whaddaya mean?  Can't I look you in the
eyes without you thinking I'm hot for you?" He asks,  "You don't think I'm
sexy?" I say, "Well yeah, you're sexy alright. Come on  down stairs now and
I'll shampoo your hair." I'm trying to remember the word  Manny used
yesterday meaning sexual arousal giving or getting a shampoo. I'll  never remember
it.


Goosing me on my ass this time, Sonny holds onto a fistful of my butt
cheek as we're  going down the steps. He mutters, "After my haircut  you're
getting the whole treatment tonight, boy. Tonight is your night to be  my
submissive sex toy... it's your turn to experience my dominant ways. It's  been
too long between dates for us so I'll make up for that tonight. No one is  as
much fun or as sexy as you." I try goosing his balls, but he's too agile
moving away. Grinning, I say, "You say it's my turn. Have you been messin'
around sexually dominating another kid besides me?" He asks, "Why, are you
jealous?" and I ask, "Who is it?" We're in the bathroom downstairs now and
Sonny sits in the chair smirking, so I ask again, "Who's the other guy? It's
not your brother, is it?" Sonny says, "You and Devon have something going
on,  don't you?" I'm like, "No! Don't be stupid, who's the other kid you're
sharing  your dick with?" He says, "I asked Devon if you two were diddling
each other  and he acted suspicious." I go, "Jesus Christ, forget Devon! Who's
your  boyfriend on the side." He shrugs, then says, "Just my fist, but it's
sweet  that you're jealous. You're my only boyfriend, Dylan." I mutter, "I
thought  so. Go ahead and take off your shirt," then I add, "Anyway I'm not
jealous,  you little shit, I'm curious if another posse boy has switched
sides." He  mumbles, "You were too jealous! And hell, how would I know if anyone
except  you and Ray are gay? And Ray's not even gay, he's bisexual." I'm
like, "Liar,"  and then I wet his hair. It's the same length hair as all the
posse boys, it's  grown out to almost an inch and a half from the burr
haircuts they all got  last time. Sonny's another kid with great hair, except for
the color... ha ha.  Actually it looks red, not orange, when wet.


During his shampoo and haircut Sonny never shuts up. He has me  chuckling
at the outrageous things he says, most of which is total bullshit.  I'm the
only sex partner he's ever had, but everything he says makes it seem  like
he's the most sexually experienced and confident kid in Framingham. I  gotta
laugh at his moxie. He asked for the same haircut his brother got,  basically
a trim, which unfortunately doesn't take long to do. When it done  Sonny
checks himself out in the mirror, then points at me, saying, "You need  to get
undressed," and as I do that, he asks, "Are you still a health risk as  far
as your flu goes?" I say, "It wasn't a flu, I had a cold, but I don't
think I'm contagious now." He goes, "You don't think?" I say, "How would I  know
if I'm still contagious? I've been sick all fucking week, so how long
could it last?" He shrugs as I stand naked before him and he's casually  groping
my cock and balls, muttering, "Nice package you got down here, Dylan.  Damn
nice." With my dick in his fist, he looks at me, takes a deep breath, and
says, "Here goes." Letting go of my dick, he cups behind my head with both
hands and brings my head down to his level, he hesitates a second, and then
sticks his tongue in my mouth. He's not sure if he just caught my cold or
not,  but it's the beginning of a very hot make out. I've been missing
making-out  all week... it's one of the sexiest things you can do with another
guy. Our  hands are all over each other and wow, he makes-out hot! My arms end
up around  his waist hugging his slim body against mine as we kiss and lick
tongues. It  goes on for a couple of minutes. Sonny doesn't stop until I've
got a tight  boner that's up against my belly. Then he stops and looks at me
as we both  breathe deeply. Sonny nods his head and reaches over to take my
boner in his  fist, saying, "You turn me on, Dylan. Come on over here so I
can handcuff  you." I complain, "You don't need the handcuffs, Sonny, I'll
go along with  your devious plans for tonight, whatever they are." He yanks
on my boner,  "You're suppose to be acting submissive to me or it won't be
any fun." Sonny's  under the impression I'm acting when I get submissive, just
like he's acting  being dominant. Actually I'm already feeling a little
submissive with no  acting involved at all.


With his hold on my cock Sonny pulls me over to the chaise lounge. I  stand
in front of him with my hands on his shoulders as he strokes my hard  penis
a few times making me gasp, then he crunches my nuts doubling me over.  He
mutters, "Just so you remember who's in charge here. Now stand there, you
sexy thing." I grunt and deal with the fleeting pain in my balls. Sonny
didn't  squeeze them nearly as hard as Ryan used to do. I wonder if Ryan will put
me  through that again, assuming I'm right about him adopting his dominant
role  again when he sees me. The pain fades and I'm standing up straight
again.  Sonny still has my cock in his fist, as he mutters, "Ya big baby. I
didn't  squeeze your nuts that hard." He's using his free hand to fish around
in the  bag of toys. He'd dropped the bag on the chaise lounge when we first
came down  here. Then, letting go of my boner, he handcuffs my hands behind
me, then puts  a ball gag with an elastic band around my head, and says,
"I've basically got  you totally under my control now, Dylan, but to be sure,"
and he put a Velcro  strip around both ankles allowing me only short steps
when walking. He gives  my ass a slap, "Slap!" muttering, "Upstairs we go,
you get a head start to  your bedroom." Another hard, "SMACK!" on my ass makes
me jump a little, then I  start walking towards the steps only advancing
about a foot with each step I  take.


Licking my lips at the awesome submissive feeling I'm experiencing, my
hard cock tightens up further as Sonny watches me until I'm almost upstairs,
then he follows with his bag of toys. He says, "You're really into your role,
 Dylan. It's giving me a hard-on, dude. Jesus, this is hot!" In my bedroom
he  sits me in the desk chair and ties my feet to the legs of the chair and
stretches a bungee cord around my chest and the back of the chair. It's not
 too comfortable with my hands handcuffed behind me. Sonny's chuckling and
acting extra smug as he hooks up the two ends of the bungle cord in back.
He  looks at me shaking his head slowly, muttering, "You're so easy, Dylan, I
love  you for it too." Oh, I feel good, the submissiveness buzzes around my
balls  and stomach like there's a handheld electric massager down there.
It's  awesome, but then I frown at Sonny as he takes scissors from the bag of
toys,  grinning. Holding the scissors up, he goes, "Ta da! I was only bull
shitting  you. You didn't think I'd let you get by without one of my special
haircuts,  did you?" I start trying to talk around the ball gag, but it's
just gibberish  with saliva running down my chin. He wipes the saliva off with
his hand,  giggling, and then kisses the top of my nose, saying, "You're
the cutest guy  I've ever seen, and you're my boyfriend, yeah!" I'm shaking my
head, but he  says, "Yes, we're boyfriends! God, you're cute." I can feel
my face get red as  he combs through my short hair, saying, "This looks like
a ten day old  haircut, maybe two weeks old. I'll crisp it up for you." I
shake my head again  even as my submissive state of mind tightens and my boner
moves on my belly.  Sonny grips my chin holding my head steady and with his
face close to mine,  our noses almost touching, he says, "Hold your head
still so I don't fuck up  your haircut. Be a good submissive boy for me,
please! You know I'll do what I  want, so all you need to do is what I tell you."
I suppress a moan as I stare  back at him. He roughly runs his fingers
through my hair pushing my head back,  "Be a good boy now," and oh fuck, it's my
own dumb fault. I've been yearning  for a submissive sexy time so I'll need
to take whatever mister dominant Sonny  has in mind for me, or it wouldn't
be a sub/dom thing. Sonny's really good at  this as I tighten my stomach
muscles feeling that handheld massager on my nuts  again, mmmm, feels so good.

Chattering away happily Sonny's grinning and stroking my cock, then he
kisses my cheek murmuring that I'm the greatest sport in the world. Yeah,
yeah, that's me, especially when I have no choice. He puts his tongue in my  ear
and when it's dripping with his spit, he whispers, "Now I'm going to cut
your hair and you're going to hold your head steady." Sonny's apparently
finally ready to start, and then all I hear for the next fifteen minutes is
the subtle, "Crunch" sound of the scissors cutting through my dry hair. Very
short clippings are soon covering my shoulders and lap. Sonny doesn't talk
when he's cutting hair, and the quiet, steady, "Crunch, crunch, crunch,"
sounds put me into a deeper and deeper submissive state. All Sonny needs to do
 is lightly touch the side of my head with one of his fingers and I
obediently  lean my head over the other way, then he touches the back of my head
and I  lean my head forward as, "Crunch, crunch, crunch," sounds fill my ears
with a  shower of fine hair clipping falling from my head. An occasional
quiet, "Good  boy," from Sonny is all he says, and then more, "Crunch, crunch,
crunch," as  my boner throbs and I float in the air absorbing my dreamy
submissive state of  mind. Finally he says, "All done," then, "No wait," and
with the comb flat on  my head there's more, "Crunch, crunch, crunch," sounds
as he moves the comb to  the back of my head. He moves the comb over and,
"Crunch, crunch, crunch," all  the way to the back of my head again, and a
little further over and the same  thing, "Crunch. crunch, crunch." Precum drools
down the shaft of my boner  that's so hard now it's moved away from my
stomach, pointing out. Another  shower of very short hair clipping drifts off my
nose, and more, "Crunch,  crunch," as clippings drift down the back of my
neck. I hope he never stops,  but eventually he says, "There, that's does
it." Grinning, Sonny rubs his nose  against mine, murmuring, "You're the most
fun I've ever had, Dylan." In a  stupor, I stare at the now serious
expression on his face as he inspects all  around my head, then he puts the scissors
down, asking, "Do you wanna see your  new haircut?" I couldn't care less,
but he holds a mirror in front of me and  lifts my chin so I'm looking at the
mirror in a fog. The hairs on top of my  head might be even shorter than the
barber cut them for my last haircut, but  the hairs on the sides, and I
presume the back, are a little longer because  Sonny uses only scissors, not
clippers. It looks fine of course, just like all  his haircuts. He's a savant
with haircutting, a freak of nature. No one could  cut hair this short and
cut it this evenly with just scissors over comb, but  he can.


He says, "Nod your head if you like it," so I nod my head and he claps  his
hands, and yells, "Yes!" which brings me out of my submissive state of
mind a little. Sonny goes, "It looks better than before, don'cha think?" I nod
my head again because I think it does look better. Sonny's excited, he
goes,  "I like doing it a lot! I never knew it'd be so cool cutting hair. Wow,
it's  fun and you were you're usual cooperative good-boy submissive self
during your  haircut. You're awesome at that submissive stuff, much better than
the wimpy  slave-boys on the videos." Then he talks baby talk pinching my
cheek, saying,  "You're such a good submissive boy for me! My cute slave boy."
He kisses my  cheek again, then a long wet smooch on my forehead as he hugs
my head. Sonny  gets on his knees in front of me to stroke my wet boner
again, then sucks on  it for sixty seconds making me squirm and moan in the
chair, straining against  the bungee cord. My balls are heavy with cum and just
before I have an orgasm  Sonny pulls his mouth away. There's a long string
of my precum extending from  the pee slit of my dick to his lips. Grinning,
he licks around his mouth and  then sucks the rest of the precum off my cock
and balls where it landed when  the string broke away from his lips. "Yum,"
he goes, then unhooks the bungee  cord and pulls me forward, my legs still
tied to the chair. Holding my  shoulders he gentle rest me on my knees and
forehead. Pulling down his shorts  his hard boner bobs up and down. He kicks
his shorts off, pulls his t-shirt  over his head, and straddles me in back.
Two seconds later he pushes the head  of his cock past my sphincter muscle,
"Aaaaah," sounds coming from Sonny. I  make the same sound in my throat as I
tighten my ass muscles loving the  feeling of his boner's head inside me.


He's not a shy lad and his cock goes up my ass steadily spreading the
walls of my rectum in it's path. It's tight and hurts a little until he lays
against my buttocks rubbing his hand up and down my sides, muttering, "Aaah,
you're being so good... my perfectly submissive boyfriend. I'm going to win
you away from Dickers. Did you know that, Dylan? Rob is an awesome baseball
 player and really good looking, but he can't fuck you like I can and you
love  a good size cock up your ass, so... ya know. He can't possibly
appreciate your  awesome ass as much as I do either. You'll see." Sonny's words
drift in from  far off as I concentrate on floating with my ass filled tightly
and nicely.  The lips of my asshole grip his boner's shaft anxiously awaiting
the sexy  stimulation when he withdraws his cock and then plows it back up
my ass. I  moan in my throat trying to remember who's fucking me. Sonny
smacks the side  of my ass, "SMACK!" and then pulls his cock back and smoothly
drives it right  back up my ass, as he's moaning, "Mmmmm, aaaah, it feels so
good, Dylan." Then  a minute of quick, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," has
me moaning constantly  at the awesome sensations from being fucked really
well, and with almost the  perfect cock. After only two minutes he pulls out
entirely, and, "SMACK!  SMACK!" on my ass. Sonny comes around in front of me
and takes my ball gag  out. He drops it on the floor, saying, "Did you know I
never wash that thing?  I probably should though," and he chuckles. "Up you
go," he mutters as he  lifts me up onto my knees. My hands still handcuffed
behind me, I stare at his  long hard shiny cock surrounded by bright orange
pubic hairs. Sonny lifts his  cock, murmuring, "Open up, Dylan." In a
trance I open my mouth and stick my  tongue out. Sonny touches my tongue with the
head of his cock, then slides his  sloppy cock into my mouth on my tongue,
murmuring, "That's my good submissive  boy. Clean my dick for me, please." I
suck on his cock as he rubs my head,  saying, "That feels good too, and I
love your haircut." Sonny grips behind my  head then, and pulls my head onto
his cock which slides past my gag reflex  area and goes into my throat. Just
as he predicted my nose is buried in his  orange pubic hairs and, yes, I
like that quite a bit. My cock throbs and cum  or precum drools down the shaft
and collects around my balls. It felt like a  slow-motion orgasm as my
shoulders shudder and I gasp around his hard sloppy  cock.

He keeps my face plastered against him until I'm struggling with the  need
to breathe. He pulls his cock back up from my throat and when the head is
at the back of my tongue I inhale deeply and Sonny's sweet sexy scent causes
my shoulders to shudder spastically as more liquid drools from my cock. It
feels like I'm having mild orgasms, oh so awesome and my shoulders shudder
again. Sonny fuck's my throat a half dozen times, then laughs, "I'm gonna
cum,  Jesus!" as he pulls his hard cock completely out of my mouth and hops
around,  muttering, "No, don't!" meaning have a climax I imagine. His jumping
around  jars me out of my deep submissive state, although I'm still feeling
docile and  contented. I love this. So dreamy and sexy. Little Sonny looks
so young and  cute doing his little dance with his boner, shiny with saliva,
bobbing all  over the place. He stops and grins at me, "That was close,
Dylan. I almost  wasted my creamy load and I want to save it for you." He comes
over and  squeezes my shoulder, asking, "Having fun?" He's so upbeat and
happy it makes  me smile, and he goes, "I knew you were having fun." Then very
 conversationally, he asks, "Hey, how do you do that so well. The
submissive  acting, I mean. You get me so fucking hot with that act of yours." I
shrug,  not wanting to talk because I've already lost a lot of my trance. He
goes,  "No, really, how do you do it?" What the fuck, I say, "It's not acting,
Sonny.  I really am submissive for certain guys during sex, like with you."
He goes,  "Get the fuck outta here. It's not an act? That's so fucking
cool!" Lots of  energy from Sonny. It makes me grin at him again.


He gets up on his knees in front of me, and with a hand on my shoulder,  he
asks, "Hey, you said with certain guys? How many guys are fucking you
anyway?" Luckily I'm mostly out of my trance state so I'm able to lie. If I  was
deep into a dreamy state I don't know if I could. I turn it into a
question, "You mean recently?" He nods his head, muttering, "Yeah, presently,  this
week for example." I say, "Sadly, you're the only one. I'd like to do it
more often, but just you this week." Then I remember Bean, and add, "Oh, and
one other one time. You probably know who that is." He says, "Well, duh.
You're boyfriend, Dickers, of course. Does he play the dominant role in sex?"
 I now remember Seth fucked me Monday morning too, but why complicate
matters.  Forgetting Sonny's last question, I ask, "Um, Robby?" and he's like,
"Yeah,  Rob, who else would I be talking about. He's my main competition now
that Ray  dumped you. Does Rob Dickers act dominant." I go, "Nah, Robby's not
all that  dominant. We're into lover's sex. We're in love." He says, "Well,
so am I. You  wanna do lover's sex?" I mumble, "No, not so much, Sonny.
This is fun for a  change." He stands up, "Well, okay, you ready for your
paddling?" Surprisingly  I am. It'll be good practice to get ready for Ryan. I
know he'll want to do  the dominant stuff with me again even if he doesn't
know it yet himself. I  say, "Okay, but not too hard." Sonny chuckles, "It'll
be hard, Dylan. You sure  you don't want to try lover's sex? We could get in
your bed and I'll fuck you  lovingly." It's tempting, but I'll get that with
Robby tomorrow or Saturday at  the latest. I don't know when I'll get the
chance for sub/dom sex again. It  might take me as long as a week to bring
Ryan around again. I go, "It's fun  being submissive to you, Sonny." He goes,
"Yeah, it is for me too. You're  awesome. You're spoiling me for anyone
else, ya know. No one can compare with  you as a sex partner. Oh well, I'll make
the most of it while I  can."

He helps get me on my feet and then takes my handcuffs off temporarily,
but puts them back on my wrists again, in front this time. He says, "I don't
want to hit your hands when I'm spanking you. Your ass is gonna be shiny red
 when I'm done with it." I say, "Don't overdo it, Sonny, or we won't do
this  again." He laughs, "Empty threat," and unties my feet from the chair, but
 leave my ankles tied loosely together so I can walk taking short steps. He
 takes hold of my dick again, it's still firm but it doesn't qualify as a
boner  at the moment, and leads me away with my cock in his fist. We go from
my desk  to the middle of the room. He looks at me, holding his hand out,
showing me,  "It's sticky, you're penis is sticky." I shrug as he giggles,
muttering, "So  much fun. Just stand here, okay?" He gives me a cute smirk,
then goes to his  bag of tricks to come up with a ping pong paddle. Swinging
the paddle from way  back he smacks my ass, "SMACK!!" as I yelp, "OW! Fuck!"
Sonny laughs, then  says, "That made my dick move, I swear to God it did.
Jeez." Sonny rubs my  stinging ass, asking, "Was that too hard?" I go, "You're
damn right it was,"  and he says, "Okay, lean over and rest your forearms on
your thighs." I do  that and he goes, "Ouuu, that's a good submissive
position." Then, "SMACK!!  SMACK!! SMACK!!" and I screech out and move away with
Sonny following me,  "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" He stops and helps me over to my
bed where I lay on my  stomach holding my breath against the pain with my
ass on fire. He says, "I'm  sorry, it's what ya gotta do according to the
videos. Those guys seem to like  getting spanked a lot more than you do. Wait
here, I've got something to  help." He goes to the bag and looks for
something as I continue holding my  breath planning on whipping his ass when I get
loose from my  bonds.


Sonny comes over to me, saying, "This is Lanacane spray. It's used to  numb
sunburn, and it works too." He sprays it on my ass and it does sooth the
pain. Then he rubs my butt cheeks with a cream, saying, "It's kinda funny
seeing you hopping around trying to get away from your spanking, but I'm sorry
 it hurts you so much. You're not mad at me are you?" and he lays on the
bed  next to me with his face close to mine, asking, "Are you mad at me?" and
then  he hops up and straddles my back rubbing my head. "I'm gonna give you
a  massage to calm you down," and he begins massaging my scalp, shoulders,
and  the back of my neck. I feel his now flaccid penis sliding on my back and
the  lips of his bare asshole moving on my spine as he massages under me
rubbing my  nipples until they're hard. Shimming down my back to the backs of
my thighs he  gently massages my butt cheeks until they're warm and feeling
pretty good.  Then he rubs my back slowly moving up my back again massaging
as he goes. He  probably doesn't weight more than a hundred and ten pounds.
His knees on  either side of me hug my sides, it all feels good and from my
ass to the top  of my scalp the skin feels pleasantly warm and invigorated.
Done his massaging  Sonny lays on my back and hugs my head. With the side of
his face against the  side of mine, he whispers, "Say something, Dylan,"
and he kisses me, "Tell me  you're not mad at me for spanking you." My ass
feels good now and his skinny  body feels good laying on me. I smell his cute
sexy scent and hear his boyish  voice. It almost sounds like Robby. I mutter,
"I'm gonna kick your ass as soon  as I'm free." He giggles, "No you're not,
you're too nice. If I fuck you real  good, will you stop being mad at me?"
I say, "Maybe," and he gets his lips on  the side of mine to kiss the side
of my mouth, and then his tongue licks my  teeth. I move my head and open my
mouth a little letting his tongue in. He's  so fucking sexy. Sonny wrestles
me over on my back with me helping, and now  he's laying on top of me, chest
to chest. With my hands handcuffed in front,  his cock and balls rub over
them as Sonny squirms on top of me hugging my head  and making-out so sexily
it brings my boner back up again, and then his cock  bones up too. It's a
inch longer than mine. We're squirming against each other  now and it's a hot
sexy time, for sure.

Then Sonny slides down my body and gets between my legs, saying, "Pull
your legs back, Dylan, and I'll fuck you good with you on your back. Then  I
can see your cute face get all contorted from the sexual pleasure I'm gonna
give you, and oh yeah, me too, hee hee." I pull my legs back, but cant spread
 them because of the ankle ties. Sonny mutters, "Oh yeah," and undoes the
Velcro strips and I spread my legs. He grins at me, muttering, "Yeah, that's
 much more better." What a muppet he is. Then, grinning again, he shimmies
up  my body, a knee on either side of me, and comes right up to my face with
his  crotch, saying, "Do your duty, boy," and I take his firm cock in my
mouth and  suck it and lick it all over with Sonny squirming on me moaning and
groaning  until his cock is the hardest bone in his body. He pulls his cock
from my  mouth and it sticks straight out from the orange pubes so tight it
barely  bouncing as he goes back down my torso and between my legs again.
Sonny's face  is red as he takes two deep breaths, then pushes his cock's
head against my  asshole and past my sphincter muscle. He makes a popping sound
with his lips,  as I go, "Aaaah, oooh yeah." Sonny opened my rectum up some
fifteen minutes or  so ago and now his boner slides up inside me like a
custom fit. I wonder if he  did that on purpose? Smart little muppet. I bite my
bottom lip, grunting,  "Fuck, Sonny, that feels awesome, yeah dude, fuck
me." Guess I'm not mad at  him anymore. I like his spunk and confidence...
Sonny's  awesome.

He gets both hands under my ass raising it a little. His knees are
touching either side of my ass with Sonny up on his knees a bit as he moves  his
hips forward arching his back, pushing his cock up my ass. I can see his  ribs
as I'm moaning, "Mmmmmm, ahh, ooh fuck that's good." Then his hips begin
smoothly moving front to back like in a dirty fast dance, and his piston of a
 cock slides back and forth in my ass with my head going from side to side
on  the pillow as I squirm on the mattress in extreme sexual pleasure. Some
sex  hits the right notes better than others and this is one of those times.
My ass  begins to sting as the warmth of the massage wears off, but that
seems to  heighten the sexual sensations of pleasure I'm feeling inside my
rectum and  around my anus. My hard cock bobs in front of Sonny and he drives
his cock  steadily up my ass bumping me back and forth a little, and it's a
fantastic  ride. He strokes my cock now and then with me moaning and arching
my back,  totally being controlled by Sonny. His seven inch boner for some
reason feels  even better in my rectum than Bean's seven inch cock last night
and I don't  know why that is. Maybe because of the dominant things Sonny
did before this  anal sex act. It's all got me high as a kite, absolutely
loving being  fucked by my little orange haired dominant sex partner. I'm
moaning and  blowing misty exhales out as the sensations swarm all over the
pleasure areas  of my brain. I want to hug Sonny and kiss him for the pleasure
his fucking is  giving me. I moan out his name and, hearing me, his red face
gets a big smile  on it as he hammers his cock up my ass harder. The, "Slap,
slap, slap, slap,"  sounds of his pale body colliding with my spanked ass is
muted some by all his  orange pubic hairs. I want to shave him down there
so I can hear the pure  slapping sounds of our bodies coming together
rhythmically during our male  fucking.

Raising my head I look at my rock hard cock drooling precum and then  Sonny
leans over me with a hand on either side of me. Sweat drips from his  cute
face as his hips never slow up and the piston continuously stimulates my
prostate and ass lips until I could scream at the sexual pleasure of it all.
Then Sonny collapses on me still humping his hips, but more spastically then
 before, and finally while whining with pleasure he hold his crotch tight
against me and I feel the stream of warm and creamy cum hit the walls of my
rectum. I squeal like a girl as cum pumps from my cock, but it doesn't go
far  because Sonny's on top of me still fucking and making more whining
sounds of  sexual pleasure. Another hump of my hips as more cum pours our of my
nuts onto  some part of Sonny's belly. My body shakes as sensations flood
over me and my  shoulders shudder as I'm hugging Sonny against me tightly. I
feel his whole  body shake.
 twice and then he lays in my arms limply, moaning quietly. I feel
fantastic as I rub through Sonny damp hair. He worked up quite a sweat doing  all
the heavy lifting for our fuck. Kissing the top of his head, I mutter,
"You're awesome, Sonny," and he squirms on  me getting comfortable with the side
of his forehead laying against the side  of my chin. Taking a deep breath,
he murmurs, "Can you ever love me, Dylan?" I  rub his back, muttering, "I
already do," and he murmur, "You know what I  mean." Oh fuck, this again. I
say, "In a different time and place, sure, I  could love you the way you mean,
Sonny." He nods his head, moving it on my  chest, then mutters, "Thanks,
Dylan." We lay like this for awhile, so long in  fact I think he's fallen
asleep. I go, "Are you sleeping, Sonny?" He chuckles,  "No, I'm staying like this
forever. My cock up your ass and you hugging me." I  roll him off me with
his cock pulling from my ass and me going, "Mmmmm," as a  few seconds of
sensations swirl around my ass, then it's gone. I take a deep  noisy breath,
then say, "Let's get something to drink." He hops up, "Okay,"  and we go into
the kitchen naked. We share a Snapple, the last of the ones  Robby brought
for me two days ago.


After the drink we're  getting cleaned up in my bathroom with Sonny goofing
around goosing me and  rubbing his cock against my leg as he tells me he's
the boss of us. I can't  help but hug his shoulders against me and kiss him.
I've got a soft spot in my  heart for Sonny. He insinuates himself against
me hugging me and humping his  cock against me until it's hard again. He
pushes me against the sink and  smacks my ass, "SLAP!" and then his cock goes
up my ass again. I gasp bending  over to grab the sink as I lift my ass for
him. Sonny's arms go around my  waist and he fuck's me fast and hard for a
couple of minute feeling better  than the first time. I'm moaning, "Sonny,
umm, ooh, ooh, oh," as my cock gets  hard with the head bouncing off the front
of the sink with each hard hump up  my ass. Sonny's pounding his body into
me as we're both grunting and moaning  and I feel another hot orgasm coming
on... oh my God, it's awesome! Then my  squeal with my back arching again as
a plop of cum splats against the sink.  That's all there is to my orgasm,
but it has a sizzling affect all around my  groin with my rectum sending out
it's notice of deep sexual pleasure. I'm limp  as Sonny imitates my squeal,
either on purpose or subconsciously, holding his  crotch against my ass. He
makes two desperate pushes against me and I assume  he's shooting more cum
into my bowels. Then he's draped over my back with his  arms hanging loosely
on either side of me.


We're like that for maybe a  minute.  Then Sonny moans again, straightens
up and backs up a step  pulling his cock from my ass. Cum drools down the
back of my legs. I stand up  and turn around as Sonny falls against me and hugs
me tightly. My arms go  around his waist, the top of his head level with my
nose. Great scent from  Sonny as my fingers ruffle the hairs at the back of
his head. After awhile he  mutters, "Pretty good buddy sex, huh Dylan?" I
say, "Hard to imagine better,  Sonny." Letting go of each other we get
dressed and go out on the balcony  where I try a cigarette again and discover I'm
okay with it this time, so my  cold is mostly a thing of the past. Nothing
like a couple of good fuck's  wrapped around some dominant behavior to cure
what ails you. Sonny nags me  about how we're going to get together so he can
dominate my ass when I'm away  at college and I encourage him to dominate
someone's ass his own age. It's  mostly nonsensical chatter we're doing now,
and when he says he has to go, we  have a really sweet kiss goodbye. I walk
him down to his motorbike and ask for  a ride. He says, "Five minutes only,
Dylan, I'm late getting home as it is.  I'm supposed to be grounded,
actually." I don't want to hear that story so I  don't ask why he's grounded, or
what the fuck he's even doing out if he's  grounded. Some other time perhaps.
I get on his motorbike behind him and hug  him because I like to feel him,
my nose at the back of his head because he  smells good. He shows off by
driving recklessly and almost spills us at one  point, but doesn't. My heart was
in my throat as he giggled, but I could tell  it was a forced giggle. It's
closer to a ten minute ride then five, and then  back at my place I get off
rubbing his head and he wants another kiss  goodnight. With Sonny sitting on
his motorbike I lean over and it's another  sweet kiss and then he roars
off giving me the finger. I smile all the way up  the steps. That was fun, and
sexy. After a shower I get in bed feeling damn  good, but tired out.


I have a really nice  night's sleep feeling very sexually satisfied. Chubby
wakes me in the morning  asking if I want breakfast. I say, "No thanks,
bro. I'm cured." he asks, "Why  don'cha come to work with me then?" and I say,
"Robby told me not to or I  would. I'm coming to the barbecue after work
though." He says, "Good, it  wouldn't be any fun without you. Okay, I'll come
back after work and pick you  up. Hey, did you give yourself this haircut?" I
say, "Nope, my new barber did.  Like I told you last night, Sonny came over
for a haircut, and then he wanted  to give me one after I did his." He
goes, "It's short," I go, "No shit," and  he grins, "Come to work with me. I
miss you," and I'm like, "Robby said not  to." Chubby gives me a quick kiss,
muttering, "Slacker," and then a wave  goodbye and he's gone. I snuggle back
under the covers smiling. I'm happy.  After falling back to sleep I finally
wake up around ten o'clock and boy do I  feel frisky and ready for anything.
I think back to last night and smile. Good  sub/dom sex, sort of. If I'm
honest about it, Sonny's too happy-go-lucky and  he grins too much to make it
real sub/dom sex I guess, but it was some hot fun  just the same. Taking
another shower, a long one this time. I spend some time  ironing the clothes I'm
wearing to the barbecue and then grab a smoke on the  balcony listening to
sports talk radio on 98.5 FM. I'm not used to having free  time on my hands
when I'm feeling this good. It's a beautiful day with lower  temperature
than normal for this time of year. I'm thinking how I miss the  guys at work
and all the camaraderie. It's actually been a great fun summer  and the
highlight for me was Robby and I getting engaged. He's the head of the  household
and I'm on board with that one hundred percent. If he wants us to  have the
baby right after we graduate, then that's what we'll do. So, that'll  means
I'll be a stay at home dad and I suspect some of the guys will break my
balls about that, but I'm just doing what Robby wants. Baby's are so cute too.
The baby will be half the surrogate  mother, and the other half will be
half Robby's and half mine.  Haha, whenever the baby does anything wrong we'll
say, 'That's the  surrogate mother half'. Sure, I know  baby's shit their
pants, so once or twice a day I'll need to hold my nose and  change his
diapers. It comes with the territory. Babies mostly sleep anyway,  so I'll have
plenty of free time on my hands. Dammit, I still need to mention  my awesome
pool table idea to Robby. Hope he okays it. I'll want a good sound  system
for the pool table room too, but that's about all I'll ask for. I'm not  sure
if I should let the baby sleep in the pool room where I'll be most of the
time, or in his room. We'll see what works best. Plus, I know our parents
will  want to baby sit a lot. They'll jump at the chance to spend time with our
kid.  Hell, they can take turns watching him on weekends so Robby and I can
be free  to do our thing. We can even let the baby stay over night with his
 grandparents whenever they're babysitting. Yeah, the baby won't be a
problem.

My mom comes out in her  bathrobe all smiles and full of good cheer. I'd
love to tell her about Robby's  and my plans, but I promised Robby that I
would keep it secret.  She  might think it's silly anyway, but Robby's a planner
and I like that he's  thinking about this stuff far in advance. I suck at
that sort of thing so it's  a good thing Robby's good at it. As we eat lunch
Mom and I talk about her  boyfriend and how Tris and her really like the
twins. Then she asks some  questions about me and Robby and I tell her we're in
love, but don't share  more than that. She doesn't tell me about her sex
life and I don't tell her  about mine. I can feel mom's love and I sense how
much she likes talking with  me. She seems interested in everything about me,
and that makes me feel good.  She even rubs my head saying she likes my new
haircut, but she even said that  when a couple of years back the Mohawk man
gave me that severe Mohawk haircut.  I tell her about Sonny giving me this
haircut and then surprise her telling  her about all the guys I now give
haircuts to. She didn't know. She tells me  she and Tris were talking about
Chubby and me just last night and about us  going away to college next week.
They talked about how badly they feel that  they couldn't spend more time with
us boys as we were growing up, but it's the  hand they were dealt. She
talks about Robby and how much she likes him and  about how proud Tris and she
are about the way Chubby and I are working and  going to college. We talk for
an hour and a half and then she has to get ready  for work. Hardworking
moms putting in long hours, but they both seem happy  making Chubby and me
happy. Whenever I need to pick up my spirits all I need  to do is talk with mom
and she'll build up my self image. Mom's are good for  that. Especially my
mom and I'm sure Tris is too.


I answer some text messages  and then see a text from Sonny's. His text
informs me he has no cold symptoms  so he obviously didn't catch mine. He wants
to know if he can come over  tonight and do it all, except the haircut,
again. Haha, I wouldn't mind that a  bit, but I tell him about me going to the
barbecue tonight. I compliment him  again on how hot he was last night. We
text back and forth getting sexier and  sexier with our text content until
I'm groping myself wondering if he could  sneak in a quickie in between my mom
leaving for work and Chubby picking me up  for the barbecue. Then his
mother sends Sonny on an errand so that's that. I  write long emails to Dodger
and Connor, who are uber excited about soon coming  home for two weeks. Then I
look at my watch and see it's almost five o'clock.  Chubby will be picking
me up soon so I put on the shorts and pull over the  Polo shirt I ironed
earlier and go out front to wait for Chubby. I'm feeling  good with only a
little runny nose remaining from my cold, but no other cold  symptoms and I'm as
rested as I've been in a long time. Sonny fucked me  really, really good
last night so I won't be all squirmy and horny when I'm  around Robby,
although Seth might be like that around me. What the hell, I'm  not starting my
side-sex cut-back yet, so if we get a chance I'd like to fuck  with both of
them, or at least one of them tonight. I don't see anything wrong  with that.
Hmmm, Robby's probably still worried about catching my cold even  though he
doesn't have any reason to worry. I can't very well tell him Sonny  didn't
catch my cold after we made out. And of course Seth won't care one way  or the
other about my cold, but I need to realize the opportunity might not
present itself for us to get sexy together at the barbecue. I might be able to
figure out something though. Here comes our Jeep so I hurry down the steps
excited to be out of the condo after being a prisoner all week in my room.
That's a slight exaggeration since it was only two days in bed for the most
part.


After getting in the Jeep  we bump fist and Chubby says, "You picked a good
day to stay home. All  afternoon Robby had us cleaning equipment so it will
be in good shape for  the older Hispanic guys who finish up the grass
cutting schedule. They will  be working through October, assuming it doesn't snow
first." Well, that  would be very unusual. I notice Chubby has beer on his
breath so obviously the  guys started drinking when they were cleaning the
equipment. Every year the  grass cutting crew supervisors scramble around
filling out their crews for the  last two months of the season because us
regular summer part times go back to  school. Either high school or college. Guys
like Seth stay on the job year  round and become part of the winter snow
removal crews. The thing is, grass  cutting and landscaping, along with snow
removal, is the smallest part of the  Dickers Company. Robby says it's only
represents about twenty percent of the  total business. His father told him,
while it's a minor part of the business,  at the same time it's the biggest
pain in the ass to staff, but leads to other  projects so it's important.
Most of the employees are year round, but grass  cutting and snow removal are
seasonal. Hearing that I'm like, whatever... I'm  gonna be a stay at home
dad so I don't gotta worry about it. Anyway, the more  I hear the problems of
running a business from Robby, the less I want to get  involved in it.
Maybe, rather than be a businessman, I'd open a barbershop and  be my own boss.
Of course I'd hire another barber to cut older guy's hair and  I'd do the
younger guys. We'd specialize in other words. Of course I don't  need to worry
about that because I'm marrying Robby, just saying what might  have been.
I'd still go to college no matter what because I want to be with  Chubby and
Robby.


During the drive Chubby and  I make plans for this weekend and decide to go
up to Merrimack Sunday after  brunch and maybe stay there for the night. If
there's a problem of some kind,  and there's always a problem, we'll sleep
back home and resolve the problem on  Monday. Tuesday's registration and
orientations day, and then we're in the  thick of it for the better part of
nine months. We're excited about the  possibilities of his coming year. Chubby
drives onto the company parking lot  and I see a lot of men and woman,
including our crew, drinking beers, talking,  and laughing. Seth was apparently
watching for us because he's walking towards  the Jeep with a big smile on
his face. I, all of a sudden, get kinda  sentimental because I won't be seeing
the guys on the crew every day from now  on. This is the last time I'll see
them for quite awhile and some I may never  see again. There's Lee, Terry,
and Robby drinking cans of beer. Seth's almost  to us when I get out of the
Jeep. I look at Chubby and feel so fortunate he  and I will be together at
college. Seth gives me a hug as I see, over Seth's  shoulder, Robby waving at
me. All the things we all went through this  summer has brought us close. I
hope I'm not going to make an ass out of  myself at the cookout by crying.
I'm too fucking emotional, that's my problem.  Well, it's one of them anyway.


to be continued...    Final chapter of 'Summer Vacation Two' next.  Donny
Mumford    _thinat20@yahoo.com_ (mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com)


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