Date: Mon, 6 May 2013 15:54:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO   Chapter  11   by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

				Chapter  11

			     by Donny Mumford

As I walk towards the pool house the band takes a break. Lighting a
cigarette, I wait near the bandstand hoping to get a closer look at the
lead singer, but the band exits the plywood stage on the opposite side to
talk to girls that are gathered there for the same reason I'm standing
here; to meet the lead singer. He's hot to this gay boy and to the straight
chicks too, apparently. The chicks win this one, so I continue on to the
pool house thinking about the awesome sex with Connor. The two of us could
definitely make a go of it, but I'd need to top, probably all the
time. Connor appears to like bottoming as much as I do. We probably have
extra sensitive pleasure spots in our rectums; I'd be willing to bet on
that. Oh well, it'd be wonderful sex if Connor was my boyfriend, but just
not to the degree I feel sexual heat when Rob or Ryan fucks me. Both of
them fucked me during our recent three-way, which was the ultimate sexual
experience for me. Each one provided different sensations in my ass because
of their very different size cocks. If I wasn't so in love with Rob, I'd
probably think Ryan fucks me better, but I am very much in love with Rob,
so that pretty much equals out the difference, and they both are providing
me with sexual pleasures that seem to get better every time we do it. The
CD player's blasting "Walk The Moon's" hit, "Anna Sun," as lead singer
Nicholas Petricca sings the catch phrase, "This house is falling apart."
Quite an awesome song from that indie rock group. It's muted inside the
pool house where the pot smoke is thick enough that you don't need your own
joint to get high. Mr Dickers and the adult neighbors are content to let
whatever's going on in the pool house stay in the pool house and out of
sight. There are at least twenty-five kids in here, both boys and
girls. Lee, from our lawn cutting crew, is here with a cute girl by his
side. He and Chubby are apparently entertaining the troops; there's a group
surrounding them as everyone drinks and smokes. Chubby ask, "Billy Lee, if
a chick give a guy a blow job in her car, is he obligated to return the
favor?" Mary Jo says, "Yeah, is he?" as she hits Chubby's arm. He says,
"Shut up, MJ." Lee says, "Good question, Jeffrey. Well, ya know, if the guy
waxes and polishes himself every day while the girl smells like a bag of
anchovies in an old shoe, then, no. But if some poor girl has done the
honors even though her boyfriend's got enough cheese down his pants to
start a Papa John's franchise, then there's no excuse, yeah he has to, end
of story." Guys are laughing out loud, while the girls groan, muttering,
"That's disgusting," then they giggle at the crudeness. Chubby says to Mary
Jo, "See?" as if that proves his point. Lee says, "Let me ask you a
question, Jeffrey. Is it possible to get jock itch in your ass? I'm totally
serious about that. It's like someone lit a fire down there."  Chubby
laughs, then says, "Good question Billy Lee," and Lee says, "Don't call me
Billy Lee." Chubby says, "Okay I won't, Billy Lee, but let me explain to
you that there's a fungal highway that runs from your ass to your jelly
sack - ask anyone who's spent a lot of time in hot places wearing a leather
jock strap. So, yeah, it could definitely be a case of mutant scrotum
fire. Or it could be something else entirely. Unfortunately there's only
one way to find out for sure, and it involves showing your doctor a view he
ain't gonna enjoy." Funny shit, and everyone's either grossed out or
laughing their ass off. I'm the latter. How those guys can make-up that
stuff off the top of their head amazes me.

As Chubby and Lee entertain everyone with their bullshit, I grab a bottle
of vodka to dilute my orange soda with, making sort of a screwdriver for
myself. It's ghastly, but I need a better booze buzz than I got from the
rum. It's no fun being the only sober person in a group of 'high' and/or
drunk teens. Chubby sees me, "Bro, where the fuck ya been?" Mary Jo says,
"Potty mouth!" and Chubby says, "Shut up, MJ," and I say, "Just mingling
with our guests. Haven't you left the pool house all night?" He goes,
"Yeah, we ate with some of the derelicts from Merrimack. Harry Black's
passed out behind the rhododendron plant near the pool. It looks like he
peed his pants too," I go, "Huh, that's Travis' problem." Chubby's like,
"Yeah, but Harry's a hoot." I go, "Well, having Harry's a great roommate is
great as far as laughs go, but a bit of a pain in the ass at the same
time." Mary Jo says, "You two are disgusting. Dance with me, Dylan, the
band's coming back on." I go, "What the...? I thought you didn't like me."
She says, "I don't, but you're an awesome dancer and Jeffrey sucks at
dancing." Chubby's like, "I resent that remark," and she says, "You mean
you resemble that remark." Chubby laughs, "I do not suck at dancing," and
they put on a show for a bit while I drift over to talk with Travis who
just came in. He's spiking his Coke. I go, "Yo, Travis, I hear your bud,
Harry Black's, smashed again." He says, "Hey, sexy. How ya doing? Yeah,
Harry's passed out by the pool; he peed his pants." Taking a swig from his
Coke, he makes a face, muttering, "I don't know how Harry can guzzle this
shit down like he does. What are you drinking?" I hand him the can and he
takes a swig, saying, "It's better than this rum and Coke shit, but ya got
a lot of vodka in there." Taking the can back, Tracy and his girlfriend
join us. Tracy says, "Dudes, I can take some party lessons from this
party. It's awesome. Someone told me you're responsible for putting this
on, Dylan." I go, "I did a small part along with Rob, and my brother over
there, but mostly it's Rob's parents. Their kid enlisted with Connor." He
says, "Yeah, I know Connor, he's a good kid. He told me why he enlisted,
why'd Rob's brother enlist?" I go, "Don't know 'cause he won't say." Then
Travis' girlfriend says, "Hi, I'm Pam, um, someone said you and Rob are
boyfriends, as in gay. Is that so?" I go, "Yeah, we're gay." She says,
"Damn, that's a loss for our team; you two are gorgeous." I go, "Yeah?
Thanks," and Tracy says, "Pam does't think I'm cute enough for her. She's
been looking for a replacement the entire two years we've been going
together." I don't know what to say to that, so I drink my improvised
screwdriver, then do a fake cough as Pam says, "Yeah, I have." Hmm, heteros
are strange, they fight a lot.

The band comes back on and Mary Jo reappears, she takes my hand pulling me
towards the door, saying, "Come on, you. We're dancing to this hot band,"
and that's what we do. After the first dance, she asks, "Where'd ya learn
to dance so good?" I say, "My old boyfriend taught me. He's better than
me." She says, "Is that so. By the way, I wasn't shocked to hear you're
gay." I go, "That's funny 'cause I was. I didn't realize it until late in
my junior year." She says, "Really? That's weird," and I go, "Yeah, it is,
but it's true." We dance to two more songs, and then she says, "Okay, that
was fun, but you're dismissed now... run along." What a bitch. I mutter,
"Oh, good," and start to leave, but she grabs my arm, asking, "Do you think
I'm a good dancer?" I say, "Sure, you're very good," but she's not. She
does a generic dance, but why hurt her feeling. Mary Jo goes back into the
pool house and from nowhere Ryan gets me around the neck and says, too
close to my face, "Did ya do your duty with Connor yet?" I salute him, then
say, "Hi, sexy, you're cute to ask, and yes, I did it very successfully."
He says, "That kid is cute. I'm jealous and so you're gonna get an extra
hard spanking the very next time we're together, which I can't hardly wait
for." I say, "Why am I getting a spanking? You told me it was alright," and
he goes, "I don't care, you're getting paddled hard, and you're wearing my
dog collar too. We'll do another over night sexathon and you'll be wearing
my dog collar all night." He's serious, and I have to wonder what happened
to Ryan's contention we need to calm our sex down. I'm not mentioning that
though because I've discovered that I don't want to calm our sex down. And,
by bringing up the dog collar and telling me I'm getting a spanking, Ryan's
exercising his dominant side again; I don't think he even knows it. He
turns me on when he gets like this and makes me grope myself; just needed
to do it, and Ryan sees me. He says, "Uh huh, bring your ass and follow
me." He takes my hand and pulls me through the crowd attracting more than a
few surprised expressions as we pass by. We go across the driveway and
around the corner to the other side of the pool house. Ryan pushes me up
against the side of the building and leans his taut little body against me,
his hands behind my head pulling my head down to his level. With his lips
brushing mine, he says, "I've got the hots for you like you can't
believe. It's almost inconceivable, but when Rob fucked me early tonight I
pretended it was you, and I see the heat you have for me every time I look
in your eyes. What are we gonna do about us?" His intensity is spellbinding
to me so all I can do is stare at him, inhaling his special personal
scent. He stares in my eyes, pinches my nose and we find ourselves in a
wild make-out, our hands all over each other. I can't catch my breath it's
so sexy and it's always uber hot with this kid; he turns me on so much I
feel helpless around him. When we come up for air, breathing hard, he licks
up my nose like I did with Connor some hours ago, then he does it again
leaving his tongue covering my nostrils. I gasp for air, inhaling mightily
and suck his tongue tight against both nostril. It gets me coughing and
Ryan reaches between my legs and squeezes my nuts hard, saying, "I got so
jealous thinking about you doing it with that cute Connor kid, it pisses me
off so fucking much," and another squeeze leaving me draped over Ryan's
back, screaming, with my arms around his neck. I think I'm screaming while
hugging him, but only a wheezing sound escapes my throat. Then, with a
startled look on his face and tears in his eyes, Ryan's hugging me, almost
crying, saying, "I'm sorry, Dylan, I'm sorry for doing that. I hate myself
for hurting you. Punch me or something, that was terrible of me and I hate
myself for taking my jealousy out on you." My balls throb, but I hug around
his neck feeling very submissive to him; so in love with him I'm crazy with
desire for my little dom. I can't stop myself from kissing all over his
face and that get's us making-out wildly again with both of us whimpering
with sexual arousal. He turns me around roughly and pulls my shorts and
underwear down off my slim waist, gets his boner out through his zipper and
forces it up my ass, grunting. He leaves it fully impaling me for a few
seconds, then fucks me like he did in his foyer that time; fast and almost
brutally hard. Tears stream down my face from the intense sexual pleasure
that's brings wave after wave of pleasure sensation inside my rectum It
soon gets my cock and balls buzzing and throbbing. Ryan cums first, burying
his face against my shoulder to muffle his moans of ecstasy during his
climax. I don't cum for another two minutes of his desperate thrusting of
that fat hard boner in my cum saturated ass and then I squeal like a girl
and plaster the side of the building with a sharp stream of cum, and almost
feint from the intense sensations of erotic pleasure. He pulls out of my
ass, turns me around again and cups behind my head bringing it
forward. Bending at the waist I take his bone-hard cock in my mouth and
suck off the mess while trying to suck out another spurt of cum from his
nuts.

After a minute of that, he lifts my head with a hand under my chin and we
kiss, then embrace with our faces side by side. We stay like that without
talking, Ryan rocking us slowly back and forth, presumably in time with the
slow song the band's playing right now. The one we can just barely hear due
to the amphitheater Mr Dickers made around the bandstand. When the song's
over, Ryan pulls up my pants, gooses me and then takes my hand, muttering,
"That was so random; I just couldn't help myself. You're irresistible to
me, Dylan, and it's getting worse." I'm still speechless, staring into his
eyes as he pushes his eyeglasses up his cute nose. I'm still experiencing
tingling from our sex and my orgasm. Finally I find my voice, squeeze the
hand that's holding mine, and I able to mumble, "Oh my God, Ryan, I feel
the same way about you. It's like I can never ever get enough of
you. You're so awesome, so cute and sweet, and wonderfully dominant at the
same time.  You're perfect for me, just absolutely perfect, and just what
I've been looking for these past three years. Searching for you ever since
that asshole, Carl, outed me to myself. I've needed someone exactly like
you, but did I find you too late? I love Rob too." We're just standing here
holding hands. Ryan says, "It's not too late, Dylan, we'll work it out, but
please tell me you forgive me for squeezing your nuts. I lost control of
myself; jealousy is a wicked thing. And I'm not going to spank you either;
forget what I said. I hate hurting you, I want to cherish you instead."
Then I feel the wetness of his cum in my pants, and say, "You're cum's
going to soak through my shorts." He takes out his handkerchief, pulls my
pants down and sops up the majority of the cum, wipes the damp spot in my
underpants, then does the same thing I did a couple of hours ago for Connor
with tissue; he folds the handkerchief in half and puts it at my anus
pulling my boxers up tight to hold it in place. Then pulls up my shorts,
and says, "Stand there." I nod my head and do what I'm told as he wipes
tears off my face with the palm of his hands, tears I forgot about. He asks
me, "Were you so hot for me you cried?" I mutter, "Apparently, Ryan," and
we hug, then do a long luscious lover's kiss with my arms around his
neck. Oh man, I've got it bad for my little dominant lover boy here.

We stare at each other, then Ryan mutters, "It's crazy how hot you are to
me; it's unexplainable, it's nuts." I say, "We're apparently a perfect
match, you and me. Our pheromones mix just right; my scent to you, and
your's to me is creating a powerful sexual attraction for each
other. There's been studies done documenting the power of scent." He says,
"Yeah? I didn't know that, but our personalities match too because I like
being in charge and you like following me, so there's that too." I go,
"Plus, we like each other's looks." He goes, "Yes, definitely, and I gotta
confess something that took me by surprise. Your accidentally short haircut
is driving me wild; it reminds me of the doms cutting the hair of their
submissive slaves like that on the BDSM site I looked at a couple of years
ago. The picture in my mind of you wearing my dog collar with this haircut,
it's, um, a huge turn on to me and I've needed to fuck you hard from the
minute I pictured you wearing the dog collar with your slave haircut,
naked, with your hands tied; totally helpless and dependent on me. It's the
hottest thing I've ever thought of, and to know we're going to make it real
excites me so much I couldn't even think about Rob when he fucked me today;
I thought about you wearing my dog collar." I get off topic, and say, "You
two fuck too much, it's not fair to me." He gets a little stern, saying,
"Don't change the subject, Dylan." He said it with exactly the necessary
authority in his voice, not mean or threatening, just right. He doesn't do
it on purpose, doesn't think about it before he does it; it comes naturally
to him when were together. He obviously is doing submissive self editing
with Robby, falling back on his experience with Ryan's previous dominant
sex partners. With me, I believe Ryan is his true self which encompasses
his sometimes naive sweet self, all the way to a part of him that is
feeling more and more comfortable being dominant to me. I'm now starting to
believe Rob's on to something when he told me Ryan seemed distracted with
him on Friday, like he's beginning to lose his heat for Rob. I'm not saying
this is a good thing, it further complicates matters, and just when I was
starting to believe the three of us were making our threesome work
beautifully too. Now I gotta wonder.

Ryan says, "Enough analysis for now. Come on, Dylan, lets see what everyone
is up to. We'll talk about this later. That fast fuck will hold me for
awhile, but if I get the chance I'm fucking you again tonight." I follow
him, wishing we were holding hands again. We walk around to the driveway
and see kids dancing here as well as in front of the bandstand. This band
really rocks; mostly they cover hit songs by other artists, but their own
tunes are good too. Ryan's friend, Felix, waylays Ryan and me. I talk with
them a minute, then see Connor and Dodger talking with a few kids and walk
over to join them. They're doing shots, drinking them from anonymous paper
cups, toasting the Army boys. The strings of lights have been on for a
couple of hours and create shadows on the boys faces increasing their
cuteness in my brain. Connor and Dodger both get an arm around my neck and
give me a cup with a shot of brown liquid, saying, "Toast us brave soldier
boys." I go, "A toast to the oldest, most honorable craft of mankind,
soldiering." Everyone drinks, then Connor says, "That gave be goosebumps,
Dylan." I say, "Well, there's no doubting the bravery of enlisting in the
Army with a fucking war going on. You two are my heroes." We toast to
"Heroes," and six other things before Robby comes over and says, "My dad
said to me you boys better be toasting with soft drinks, and since there
little chance of that, could ya give it a rest, please." Dodger slurs,
"That's downright unAmerican of you, Robby." He all grin at Dodger who's
been very patriotic as long as I've known him. He told me that since
nine/eleven he's felt being an American was an honor. I guess that
terrorist act awakened patriotism in a lot of us, and that's not a bad
thing. We breakup in smaller groups with Dodger's arm draped over my
shoulder. "Dylan, you're special, ya know that? Here's my promise," and he
waves his hand at guys around us, "You're all my witnesses, when my brother
dumps Dylan like he's putting out the trash, I'm stepping in and making him
my boyfriend." One of his hommie's from school says, "Um, Dodger, ya gotta
be gay to have a boyfriend, and you ain't gay." Dodger says, "We'll cross
that river when we come to it," and someone mutters, "Bridge, cross that
bridge." Connor says, "Lets get a beer, that whiskey taste bad." I say to
Connor, "Remember the last party we went to and how sick you got?" He goes,
"Okay, I'll get a Coke then." He gets one and Cory's back, asking, "How
long we staying, Dylan?" I go, Well, Robby, some time ago, collected
another fifty dollars off Chubby and me to get the band to play another
half hour, I'd say we're here until one o'clock at least." He says, "Cool,
this is the most fun I've ever had," and I look at him noticing again that
his body's much like Ryan's and I can't resist giving him one of my the
hugs. Cory goes, "Nice." That's all he says, but what a change in attitude
from when I first met him. Conner drifts over and puts his arm around
Cory's shoulders; they smile at each other and for the first time, I
wonder, 'Is it possible Cory's gay?'. I don't really think so, but he
appears to really like Connor and he accepted all the normal affectionate
hugging I do for my gay friends; I do it openly naturally without thinking,
and because I'm a little drunk too. Maybe Cory's drunk too. Hmmm?

Cory, Connor, and me are joined by Chubby, Mary Jo, and Ryan. Chubby says,
"This straight kid is gonna get another beer and have a smoke. I'm talking
cigarettes, unfortunately, because Tracy left with his stash of mary jane,
so it's gonna have to be a Marlboro, baby." Everyone says, "I don't want to
smoke pot anyway," and Mary Jo says, "Jeffrey, you're getting drunk." We
adjourn to the pool house again and I manage to get a beer down along with
everyone else, and then the band comes back on. Mary Jo wants me to dance
with her again, but Chubby insist she dance with him. We leave the pool
house and join the dancers in front of the bandstand where I try to teach
Ryan and Cory to fast dance. Robby's trying to dance with a girl I don't
know. He has an athletic body, but he's too stiff with his dancing
moves. Cory has no rhythm whatsoever, but Ryan is smooth with his moves and
quickly picks up on the steps and hip movement I demonstrate for him. I'm
doing it the way Willie taught me. Cory gives up after a while so Ryan and
me dance to the band's awesome rock sound with nobody paying attention to
us. As the song ends, we're laughing, then we hug with Ryan whispering, "I
don't want to hurt or disappoint Rob, but you're the true love of my life
and that's that. I gotta be true to myself, and be true to you too, Dylan."
I say, "We've been drinking, Ryan, it's a bad idea to make decisions while
drunk." He says, "I'm not drunk, and I'm not planning on acting on this
until I know what I'm doing. Are you with me though? Are you ready to admit
it's me and not Rob who you truly love the best?" I gulp, wanting to say
'yes', but I see Robby laughing with Dodger and Connor. I don't have the
heart to break his heart, so I mutter, "We need to talk more about this,
Ryan." Then the lead singer announces, "We've rocked-up a few patriotic
tunes in honor of Connor and Dodger. Come on up here guys." There are
probably sixty to seventy kids still at the party, the cake has been cut
and and eaten. When Connor and Dodger sheepishly step up on the bandstand
everyone applauds loudly with whistles and shouts of their names even from
the guys and girls who don't know one or the other of the enlisted
honorees. The cute lead singer says, "We're proud of you, boys," and they
start a medley of their own rocked-up patriotic songs including, 'Let The
eagle Soar,' 'God Bless The USA,' 'American Soldier,' 'The Battle Hymn Of
The Republic,' and finishing with, 'When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again,'
changing the name from 'Johnny' to alternate between 'Connor' and
'Dodger'. The medley lasts almost ten minutes and by the time they finish
everyone is cheering and applauding. It's better than the 4th of July. With
that the band bows and starts packing up. The party's over at one-ten in
the morning. It takes another half hour for everyone to say their 'goodbyes
and good luck' to Connor and Dodger with lots of hugs and promises that
won't be kept. Tracy, the party giver at Merrimack, says this party topped
the best he's been to, which is high praise from him. Chubby needs the Jeep
to take Mary Jo home because their ride left an hour ago, so Robby lends me
his pickup and Cory, Connor, and I finally leave after I have a tearful
farewell with Dodger. The finality of it all sinks in and both Dodger and
Connor have looks on their faces, like, 'I hope I made the right decision
here'.

I'm sorta drunk so I drive like Ryan drives, extremely cautiously. We make
it to the condo safely with Connor falling asleep on Cory's shoulder. I
park in the back and we go in through the basement with Cory and I guiding
Connor, who once again demonstrates he can't drink. I grab my sleeping bag
and we go upstairs to my bedroom. Then help Connor get undressed to his
boxers and get him to brush his teeth, then we leave him to use the
toilet. I say to Cory, "I'll go up and get Chubby's sleeping bag for
you. Hope I can find it." He says, "Nah, I'll sleep with you, Dylan. I
trust ya, hommie." I go, "Thanks, I really don't feel like searching for my
bro's sleeping bag, to tell ya the truth." Connor staggers out of the
bathroom, muttering, "I've never been so tired," as he climbs in the
sleeping bag and lays his head on the extra pillow I got for him from the
closet. Cory and I strip to our shorts and Ryan's handkerchief fall from
mine underpants, but Ryan's on his way to the bathroom and doesn't
notice. While he takes a piss I change my boxers to a clean pair without
dried cum and then join Cory as he brushes his teeth. He says, "What an
awesome time, Dylan, just so special. The band was awesome, with their
medley especially. Quite a send off." We commiserate about funny stuff that
happened that during the party; some of which one or the other of us wasn't
aware of. Then Cory gets in bed and I take a long pee, "Aaaaaaahhh,"
relief. Then I get in bed with Cory, as he says, "This is the first time in
my life I've shared a bed with someone." I go, "It's traditional to share
the pillow, ya know." He mumbles, "Oh, sorry," and moves the pillow over so
we both can put our head on it, and I go, "For me this is also
traditional," and I wrap my arms around Cory, who's body stiffens. I
quietly say, "I'm not going to do anything, Cory, just relax. Doesn't it
feel nice to be hugged?" He relaxes and says, "Yeah, actually it does," and
we snuggle together. Nice. His body feels like Ryan's. It doesn't take long
before he's completely relaxed in my arms and he turns towards me a little
more and puts his arm around me too. A boy's naked shin against mine is so
sexy. Apparently Cory enjoys feeling mine too as he sighs and rests his
forehead against the side of my face. I kiss the side of his forehead and
he sighs again, muttering, "Thanks, I could get used to this." I'm enjoying
holding him, but soon we're both asleep.

A little after three in the morning the need to pee wakes me and I opened
my eyes, not thinking clearly, I assume this slight body I'm holding in my
arms is Ryan's and I lean over and kiss him on the lips waking him, but
it's Cory I'm sleeping with. He mutters, "I never in a million years
thought I'd find that a pleasant experience, but I did." I say, "I'm really
sorry about that, Cory, I thought you were someone else; honest to God I
did." He says, "It's alright, I liked your kiss. I don't get kissed ever,
so your's are welcome." I stare at him not sure if he's teasing, and he
lifts his head and kisses my lips. Putting my arm around his neck I give
him a serious wet kiss, my tongue in his mouth. The kissing last a full
minute and a moan slips from his mouth. Realizing he's aroused by the kiss
he mutters, "No, Dylan. That's all, it was nice but I'm not gay." I smile,
mumbling, "Okay, I need to pee. That's what woke me." He nods his head as I
get out of bed and pad into the bathroom. After my pee, I wash my
hands. Cory's standing there, muttering, "I need to pee too." I go, "Sure,"
and leave him to do his business. Back in bed I smell where Cory's head lay
on the pillow, but can't pickup a scent. He gets back in bed and shuffles
next to me so I put my arms around him and he snuggles against me getting
comfortable and we go back to sleep. I wake-up seven hours later not
feeling too bad, hangover-wise. The same can't be said for Connor, who's
groaning with his hangover so I get him and Cory Tylenol and orange
juice. They both mutter, "Thanks," take their medicine and lay back down as
I take a shower thinking about kissing Cory last night. I did it innocently
at first, but when he said he liked it. Giving him a sexy kiss didn't bring
a boner on Cory because I'd have felt it if he had one. My dick firmed up
though, but notto boner status although one more kiss would have done
it. Maybe Cory found himself getting sexually aroused and it shocked
him. Maybe. Then I remember him saying nobody kisses him and he said it
like he wishes someone would. I didn't acknowledge my sexuality until I was
almost eighteen, which is Cory's age now. It gives me pause, but I can't
have sex with anyone but Ryan and Robby now anyway. Connor was my last sex
on the side and I don't care for that thought, but it is what it is. Cory's
an interesting case, and another thing... last night Lee was awfully
friendly to me at times as well. I'm not sure, but one time I thought he
was going to give me a drunken kiss. Maybe he thought so too, and was able
to stop himself in time. It was when we laughingly were wrestling for the
vodka bottle. His five o'clock shadow rubbed against my cheek and my dick
took notice. Those fucking shoulders on him are really something and his
muscular arms would be such a change for me to feel around me. I'm used to
slim boys like myself; that's who I've made love with. Robby's strong, but
without all the muscles Lee has. Of course, I'm assuming Lee would dominate
me, which serves my fetish well. It was fun playing the field, but I don't
want to loose either Rob or Ryan so I'll keep myself under control... I
hope.

Chubby texts me, 'You up yet, Dylan?' and I text back that I'm coming
upstairs in a minute. Connor fell back to sleep, but Ryan's just laying in
bed, so I say, "I'm going to see my brother and plan our brunch. Feel free
to lay there or wander around. I won't be long. Then I text Robby, 'Hey,
boyfriend, you up?' but get no response so I guess he isn't awake
yet. Getting dressed in flimsy shorts and a tee-shirt, with sandals on my
feet I go up the stairs and inside Cubby's condo. We do a hug and I sneak
my usual kiss on his cheek, then he tells me, "The moms got in late last
night so we should plan for brunch no earlier than noon." He gets his keys
and we go to Stop and Shop for brunch fixings, with Chubby asking, "How
come we never plan ahead and get the stuff we'll need for brunch on
Saturday?" I mutter, "I don't know," which doesn't really illuminate the
query. In Stop and Shop I run into Shaun Sullivan who I exchange one arm
hugs with and he whispers, "I gotta have you dominate my ass again,
Dylan. That was awesome." Instead of telling him I'm going steady, I
realize I'd like to do it with Shawn again. It was a different type sexual
thrill, but what's wrong with variety? Keeps things fresh. I tell him,
"Yeah, we'll need to do that sometime." He says, "Starting with the haircut
too." I ask, "You wouldn't have a dog collar you could wear, by any
chance?" He goes, "No, but what a hot idea." We do a quick kiss, and he
mumbles, "Just so ya know, I got a thing for you, Dylan." I go, "You rock
Shaun. See ya later."

Now, where's Chubby? He's in the bakery section putting a crumb cake in his
basket. I go, "Good choice, bro." We settle on breakfast sandwiches that
we'll make with fried eggs, American cheese, and Canadian bacon on lightly
toasted white bread with our world famous hash browned potatoes and green
onions. We've got the coffee maker in Chubby's place and we'll also do
fresh squeezed orange juice. During the ride back Robby texts me, "Yo,
Dylan. The party was a huge hit. I can't make breakfast with you, spending
his last day home with Dodger. Love you!' I tell Chubby and he says, "Yeah,
that makes sense. He'll come for brunch next week." I thinking the brothers
probably want to get in some sex before Dodger goes as well, but don't say
it for fear Chubby will think it's a subtle hint that he and I should mess
around. Chubby takes the food to his condo while I check on the boys in my
condo and find Ryan in the shower and Connor still in the sleeping bag. So
I go out on the balcony for a cigarette; my first one of the day. Then
decide to make a cup of coffee first and drink it as I enjoy a nicotine
hit. I'm thinking about the party and how great it was to see all the guys,
but this is it for a couple of things: no more Dodger and Connor, and no
more of my roving eye. Well, my eyes can still rove, but I won't be able to
act on my urges. Kind of a shame really, I don't see the harm in it, but
it's my boyfriends' rule.  Then I think about the impromptu sex Ryan and
and me had and end up groping myself as I text Ryan. 'Rob's out of
commission today. We should get together. Love, Dylan.'  He texts right
back, 'Great party. I can't pick you up until two. Be ready when I get
there. Love, Ryan.' Whoa, I like that bossy part. I'll be ready alright,
but then I remember I gotta take Cory to North Andover and drop Connor off
at his house. Damn, I text Ryan back, 'Don't be mad, but I need to take
Cory and Connor home.  I'll be back by four.'  Oops, I forget to add,
'love, Dylan.' Ryan calls my iPhone. "Hi, Dylan, you didn't say, 'love,
Dylan, at the end." I go, "Huge mistake on my part, you sexy thing. I love
you!" He chuckles, "Yeah, I know you do. Okay, I'll be there at four. Can't
wait." I go, "Me too, love you, Ryan." He laughs, "That's better. See ya at
four and you know I love you too." Okay, so now I don't need to rush. Ryan
slides the balcony door open and I drop my cigarette over the balcony
railing, saying, "Good morning." He's sheepish, "Good morning. Um, the
kisses last night; um, I liked them so maybe I'm gay. What do you think,
expert?" I shrug, "Only you know the answer to that." He goes, "It's scary,
Dylan, I don't want to be gay, but since I met you and some of your gay
friends it doesn't seem so bad." I say, "Thanks, Cory, that's a nice thing
to say. What do you think about when you're, you know, pulling your pud; a
girl or a boy?" He says, "How do you know I pull my pud?" I go, "If you
don't, you're the only boy in the world who doesn't." He chuckles, "Um, I
think about how good it feels. No one in particular."  I say, "Have you
ever been out with a girl?" He goes, "No, but I've never been out with a
boy either; not on a date." I mutter, "I don't know what to tell ya, you'll
decide as time goes on. Do you want another kiss?" He says, "Maybe I better
take advantage of my opportunity because besides you, I can't think of
anyone who's ever kissed me other than my grandmother." Jeez, his mother
never kisses him? That's a new one. I drink a swallow of coffee and offer
my cup to Cory. He mutters, "Thanks," and swallows some. Now we both have
coffee tastes in our mouth. I gentle kiss Cory as he leans into me, his
hands on my hips. Moving my tongue on his teeth gets him to open his mouth
and I give him a sweet lovers kiss for longer then a minute this time, and
this time his cock does firm up and he presses it against my leg moaning
quietly in his throat. It's quite sexy although he does have a neutral
scent. When our lips part he puts his face against my shoulder so I hug
him. Then he quietly says, "I've got a boner and I'm embarrassed about it,
Dylan." I think I'm picking up some of Ryan's kissing technique. I try
imitating him as I kiss Cory again. He taste good, just doesn't have a sexy
scent. He's hugging me and moaning openly until he pulls his face away. Red
in the face, he says, "I almost shot off in my pants. Jesus Christ, you're
dangerously habit forming." I rub his burr haircut saying, "I'll take that
as a compliment." Then to change the subject, I ask, "You still liking your
haircut?" He lets go of me, and goes, "Like it? I love it. I'm serious,
Dylan, you're an excellent barber." I say, "Why thank you, Cory. You're an
excellent kisser." He mutters, "I just tried to do what you did and it was
nice. Thanks. This is very new to me, but I'm kinda excited about it. I
need to think about it though. It sure makes me feel like a jackass for
dumping on gays before I met you. I mean, in my head, I've never said
anything to anyone's face."

Then Connor comes out muttering, "Morning, guys." I ask, "How do you feel
this morning?" He goes, "Just the way I knew I would. It's the shots of
whiskey that did me in." I make Cory and Connor coffees and Connor says,
"Wow, what an awesome going away party. That medley of patriotic songs,
sung rock style, had me in tears. If I hadn't already enlisted, I'd
probably enlist after hearing that." We talk about the party and then
Connor goes in to take a shower. Cory and me talk about his gayness, or
possibility of it. I mention bisexuality and he says, "Yeah, heh heh, I'd
feel better about things if I could at least claim to be bisexual, but that
means I'll need to go out with girls and I'm way too shy for that." Finally
he gets around to asking, "Would you consider, um, you know, doing
something gay with me?" Damn, I'm getting opportunities left and right of
late; ones I can't act on. This is so fucking unfair, but I say, "I'd do it
with you in a second, Cory, except Robby and me are sorta in a committed
relationship." He goes, "I thought gays were loose sexually," and I go,
"Not the ones I know at the moment, although I swear I don't see anything
wrong with a little experimenting. As of this moment all I can do is kiss
you, but things change 'cause we're young." He goes, "So you're saying
there's a chance, right?" I go, "Yeah, sometime in the future, but not at
the moment." He shrugs, muttering, "I'm a little scared to try it right now
anyway, so that's cool. If I start dreaming about you though, I don't know
what I'm going to do." I look at him funny and he grins, saying, "I'm
kidding you." I go, "I knew that."

When Connor's ready, we go upstairs to Chubby's place. Tris is up; she in
her bathrobe. I introduce Cory and he's very polite as I expected he would
be. Tris goes in her bathroom for a shower so we got a good hour and a half
before brunch. Chubby and I show the guys how we make hash brown potatoes
and then we assign the orange juice squeezing to Cory and Connor. Chubby
and I assemble the ingredients for the breakfast sandwiches, then we drink
coffee eating the crumb cake, but save two pieces for the moms. Naturally
we talk about last night and then quiz Connor about going in the Army. "Are
you nervous now that the time is here?" Connor says, "No, not really, but
Dodger going in with me is the main reason for that. We talked about it
last night and decided to have fun with it to the extent we can. Neither of
us is negative, we're thinking positively and we're not going to look for
things to be pissed off at." I say, "Yep, go with the flow. Ya can't fight
city hall when you're in the Army." Finally the moms are ready and we fry
the eggs and put everything together answering six thousand questions from
the moms about last night. We even were able to be truthful for about half
the answers we give." The moms made a fuss over Connor and Cory of course,
but that's the price the boys need to pay for an awesome brunch. Chubby,
Connor, and me have two sandwiches. Cory has one and the moms shared one,
but they ate all the hash brown potatoes and their crumb cake, so quite a
lot of food for the moms. With an elaborate goodbye to Connor from the
moms, I drive Connor home using Robby's pickup. Connor and I hug and kiss
each other on the cheek, then Cory surprises me, and I think Connor, by
doing the same. It's hard to believe the change in Cory, but all for the
good if you ask me. I drive to North Andover with Cory showering me with
thank you, thank you, thank you. He says it was the best time he's ever
had.  I'm a little disappointed I don't get the hug and kiss goodbye from
Cory, but I'll remember kissing him for awhile. Very unexpected turn of
events and I'll be interested to see if anything develops.

I drop the pickup truck off at Robby and say another goodbye to Dodger. I
get a kiss from him, fer sure. Then the brothers drive me home and I get
another kiss from both of them as we tell each other, "I love you'. It's
sad having to say goodbye to both Connor and Dodger, but they'll be home in
ten weeks. I'm back in my condo by three-thirty texting Ryan, eager to see
him. He texts back I should meet him at the curb. My mom comes in from
shopping, asking, "You're going out again? I never get to see you." I give
her a kiss, saying, "Yep, I'm outta here. You're working when I'm home and
I'm working when you're home. See ya, mom. Love ya," and I'm out the door
anxious for Ryan to get here. That was some fuck he put on my ass last
night. All the way down the steps, all twenty-five of them; it's good
exercise. Ryan carefully drive over to the curb with his blinker going and
his arm out the window signally he pulling over. He the most cautious
driver in Massachusetts, a state notorious for it's bad drivers. I run down
to the car saluting him, and go right up to his window. He gets his arm
around my neck and we do a wet kiss, then another one. His mouth taste like
spearmint gum. He says, "Get your hot ass in the car, baby." I say, "That's
what Rob calls me sometimes." Ryan says, "Then I'll call you something
else. Lets go." The last 'lets go' was definitely an order. I love
it. Running around I get in the passenger side and lean over the gear shift
to rub my nose with Ryan's. He smiles and says, "Looks like I got you right
where I want you, don't I?" I grin saying, "Well yeah, if you want me in
love with you and nuclear hot for your sex, then yep." He says, "That's
where I want you alright," and then he waits until no cars are coming, then
pulls the car away from the curb and we're on our way. He says, "Mom and
dad are out again at the Whites, they wanted me to come with them, but I
lied and said there's a softball game at the high school and they know I
love playing baseball so didn't insist I go with them. The Whites have a
boy my age, but he's a bully. Not gay, just a bully so we've never hit it
off, obviously. If he was a gay bully, I might have been interested back
then. Now I'm not the slightest bit interested in bullies, I'm interested
in you." I say, "I'm glad of that." Ryan goes, "You act as if you're
grateful I keep you as my boyfriend, when it's me that's so grateful I've
taking up praying again to thank God for my good fortune." I go, "I am
grateful to be your boyfriend, Ryan, really grateful because I love you and
it'd be hard to take if you dumped me." "Well don't mess around with
anybody, but Rob, and I won't dump you. Okay?" I say, "You're the boss. I
can follow instructions." He nods his head, keeping his eyes on the road.

After a minute, he says, "I can't believe the way you act with me; it's the
same way I used to be. That changed when I met you. What you said about me
being the boss of you is exactly what I always said to the pricks
dominating my ass. Of course back then I didn't know they were pricks, I
thought they were doing me a favor." I'm like, "I'm not grateful exactly,
and I don't think you're doing me a favor anymore than I'm doing you a
favor. Like we said last night, we're absolutely perfect for each other."
He grins, "Hard to believe you think I'm perfect for you, but I love it!
I'll try not to take advantage of the situation although I know I could
with you. And like I said last night, no more spankings or nut crushing for
you. That served a purpose, but you're fully committed to me now. If I see
you're slipping, I'll need to resort to the super dominant stuff again. As
long as you willing act submissive to me that's not necessary anymore and
we can concentrate on the good stuff. By being submissive I mean, me being
in charge of our sex, and always the top, and other than that you just
treat me like you treat Rob. Are you okay with that?" I go, "I'm more than
okay with it, it's exactly the way I want it to be between us. So, that's
why we're perfect for each other." He grins, "Jeez, I love you more every
fucking day. I wish we could live together, just you and me. I'd let you
see Rob occasionally, and maybe I'd spend a night with him once in awhile
too because I still have a love in my heart for him; I'm just not really
hot for him anymore; it's you I'm hot for." I ask, "Are you going to tell
Rob that?" Ryan goes, "I'm agonizing over that; what should I do?" I shake
my head, "I don't really know. We promised each other we wouldn't hurt
him." Ryan says, "I know and I don't want to hurt him, but I tried the
other day to get you and me to back off our sex a little and neither of us
could. So what am I gonna do about Rob?" I ask, "Can we leave it like it is
a while longer? You still see him every third day and you and me have our
day too." He says, "I'll think about it, and don't worry, whatever I decide
to do I'm not getting you involved in it. You've been involved with him for
years so I don't expect you to drop him for me this quickly. I'm hoping you
eventually will do that though, and I think you will, but not because I
tell you to do it. It's gotta be your decision totally; that's the only way
it would work long term for you and me." I say, "To be honest with you, I
don't see how I could ever drop Rob." He says, "I understand that's how you
feel now, but things change ya know." He sounds like me now. I know that
not too many guys would willing act submissive to their friend or lover
like I do, but it rocks my boat and as long as Ryan never gets like Willie
I'm having a blast with our routine. That's not to say I'm not having a
blast with Robby too, because I am. He maintains some of the authority
figure he pretended to be for a few months, and his supervisor position
helps him with that too, so it seems natural too him now. Plus, Robby's too
sweet to be a real hard ass about things. I've always wanted a sweet
dominant boyfriend and both Ryan and Robby are that now, although Ryan does
it much better than Robby, but I like it in both of them. This is the best
I've experienced so far in my life, except I'd hate for Robby to be crushed
if Ryan says he's not interested in sex with him anymore. Ryan has been
basically over-the-top obsequious to Robby and that's done a lot for
Robby's confidence; I'd hate for him to go back to doubting himself like he
did with our love. Now he's finally convinced I truly love him, and he's
right, I do. It helps that he thinks Ryan does too, so I'd hate to see Ryan
rock the boat that's all I'm saying.

At Ryan's house; when we go inside, I can't help but look at the spot in
the foyer where our hot sexual encounter the first day home from college
took place. Pushing his glasses up his cute nose with his finger, Ryan
says, "Go on upstairs and get completely naked. Then stand tall and just
wait for me." I go, "Okay," and trot up the steps with anticipation of
exciting sex in my head. My dick's already tingling from the way little
Ryan off-handedly told me what to do. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that
I wouldn't do what he says. He knows I will from past experiences, although
he used to be uncertain when we first started our sex roles. I kinda wish
Ryan would keep the spanking in though; not the paddling, but his
across-the-lap spanking because I'm not sure how submissive I'll get
without that. Undressed I stand straight with my hands clasped behind me to
wait for my little dom. Can't help but smile to myself thinking how
ridiculous Chubby would think I'm being, but I'm just feeding my personal
fetish and enjoying the hell out of it too. Ryan only keeps me waiting a
minute or two, then he comes into his bedroom locking the door, explaining,
"I needed to put the trash out for early morning pick-up. Tomorrow's a work
day and time is short in the morning." I nod my head to show I'm paying
attention, but say nothing because that's one of the rules of the game; I
only speak when asked a question. He gets his dog collar and fastens it
around my neck, then stands back and looks at me. "Damn, that's hot. With
the dog collar and your almost shaved head it's just like the so-called
master/slave role playing. Well, for some of them it's a full time thing;
not role playing." Ryan gropes his dick through his pants, then goes, "Keep
your hands behind you," and he ties my wrists together, then gets a leather
strip around my elbows and pulls then painfully close to one another. I
grunt at that, and he goes, "Okay," but doesn't loosen them. He gets the
ball gag instead, saying, "If you're going to complain about a little
discomfort, open wide. Wider," and when I do he forces the ball gag in past
my teeth and closes the velcro strips tightly around my head pulling the
ball back against my gag reflex area. Sweat breaks out on my forehead as he
says, "It'll be very uncomfortable for awhile, but you'll get use to
it. I'll take it out when I want you to lick my feet and rim me, but for
now just deal with it." Well, I guess I don't need to worry about feeling
submissive; he's already got me feeling very submission as my dick buzzes
and list to the side. I'm so totally helpless already. Well, not totally,
because he now puts on my leg restraints, and now I'm totally helpless.

My eyes never leave Ryan. Out of his satchel comes the butt plug, "Bend
over," he says, as he lubricates the plug. Bending forward at my waist,
some lube is dabbed at my anus, then Ryan's finger begins probing my ass as
he mutters, "I'm so fucking turned-on, I'm scaring myself. This is beyond
my wildest dreams. It's that haircut of yours. What a lucky stroke it was
screwing up your burr haircut; lucky for me, I mean." He finger fucks me
for a minute and my dick get firm. Taking his finger out, he begins
screwing in the butt plug, saying, "It's odd too because I saw you with a
similar haircut after spring break.  Back then the thought never entered my
mind that I'd ever have you hogtied with my dog collar around your
neck. Life is funny." He keeps twisting and it's stretching my anus now as
he says, "This is a wider plug then I used last time, I want you gaping
open back here so when the time comes for me to fuck you, my big cock will
slide in easily."  It hurts now and I'm grunting around my ball gag, but
Ryan pays no attention other than to say, "You know the safe expression,
but I'm hoping you'll make me proud and just take it. One time a dom opened
me so wide, it took a half hour, but he finally could fit a soup can in my
ass. I know now that he was a sadist, but I'm not, so I'd never do that to
you. My ass didn't close-up for two days." I'm only half listening to his
story because it's painful, but getting better and my cock's hard now. I'm
concentrating on how could my boner feels. "Okay, it's in, Dylan. I went as
slow as I could so your anus had time to adjust. It'll start feeling real
good soon. Turn around now." Still bent at the waist, I turn around and as
I do the plug massages my prostate gland; a quiet moan of pleasure slips
out of my throat. Ryan looks at me, then rubs my extremely short hair,
murmuring, "Your hair's beautiful even cut this short. I think, if it's
okay with Rob that is, I'll keep your hair this short summer. You tell him
you want it this short; he'll listen to you. Okay?" I don't want to, but I
nod my head 'yes'. He goes, "God, this is a turn-on. I can't hardly believe
it," and he gropes himself, then unzips and pulls out his cock, which is
already pretty hard. "You feeling good yet?" I try saying, 'Yes,' as I nod
my head again indicating that I'm okay. He mumbles, "I knew you would be
because you're the perfect, perfect submissive and you're my submissive,"
as he unfastens the ball gag and works it out of my mouth past my teeth
with my jaw aching from opening my mouth so wide. He sounded like a happy
little kid talking about his new puppy when he said, 'and your my
submissive,' like he can't believe how lucky he is.

The ball gag out, Ryan massages my shoulders, asking, "Are your arms numb?"
I try to speak but it comes out, "Yawsis," and he chuckles rubbing my head
like he's touching his prize possession. Then he says, "Open and get your
pink tongue way out," which I do and he lays his heavy cock on my tongue,
then slides it in, back to the top of my throat, saying, "Wait." I keep my
mouth open until Ryan says, "Good, I know you want to suck my cock, but you
wait until you're told to." We stay like this as he goes back to rubbing
what's left of hair on my head. He says, "What a coincidence that you and
Rob have the same shades of blond hair; weird man weird. Okay, you may suck
my cock now." My mouth is full of saliva and I close my mouth lapping his
hard cock with my tongue, swirling warm saliva all around it. "Ohhh, you
suck cock good, Dylan; feels really good." As I suck Ryan's cock in my
hopelessly helpless condition my cock really bones-up hard and tight. After
a minute or so Ryan grunts, and pulls his boner from my mouth, going,
"Whew, did ya get some precum?" In a hazy submissive fog, I mutter "Yes,
Ryan." I'm deep into a submissive trance now and nothing matters except
this dreamy sexy state of mind I'm experiencing. It is like a dream
actually, everything happening in slow motion now, like a dream. Ryan adds
to the dream-like atmosphere by switching to is sexy whispery voice,
saying, "Stand up straight now." When I do it feels so good getting a crick
out of my lower back; I stretch as much as I can tied up like this. Ryan's
wrapping a thin leather strip tightly around the root of my boner; it's too
tight, but I don't complain. Then a strip around my scrotum at the top of
my sack of nuts. It's exciting to know these same strips were tied around
Ryan's private parts in the past. My boner is flat against my belly,
throbbing and wet from the precum that drooled out before Ryan tied
them. He undresses, as we stare into each other's eyes. Ryan has a
satisfied little grin on his beautiful lips; lips that kiss better than
anyone I know. When naked his cock looks as hard as mine, flat against his
stomach looking long and fat. What a cock! He pushes a little footstool
over in front of his desk chair and sits down resting a foot on the
stool. "I don't have a foot fetish, although it'd be nice if I did, but I
liked when you licked my feet last time. Get down on your knees over here
and lick my foot." I takes short steps towards him; the bar between my
ankles only allowing little steps, and awkwardly kneel down in front of the
foot stool. Looking at Ryan for instructions, he says, "Get my sock in your
mouth first." It's amazing how difficult it is to do something like leaning
over to pick something up off the floor with my arms and legs tethered like
they are; not that getting someone's sock in my mouth is a simple
thing. It's not something one does normally, but I manage to bite his
smelly sock and work the foor part of the sock inside my mouth. Ryan looks
like he's trying to hold back a laugh as he says, "Suck it." It taste like
a cotton sock as I suck on it for a bit. Ryan grabs hold of the end and
slowly pulls the sock out of my mouth and lays it on my head. "Put your
face inside my sneaker and let me hear you inhale deeply." I do that and
there's a definite foot smell, but it's not offensive like some boys'
sneaker would be. He asks, "How's it smell?" I quietly and submissively
say, "It smell okay, Ryan," and realize I've slipped into my little boy
frame of mind, which I love experiencing once in awhile. Of course this is
Ryan's whole purpose to all this nonsense; he knows from experience how
calming and pleasurable this deep submissive trance can be.

Ryan smiles in that sweet way he has of smiling and conveying love for me,
as he whispers, "Hi, little Dylan. Are you having fun?" I do his real fast
head nod to the affirmative and he leans forward, knocks the sock off my
head, and wraps his arms around my neck for a long luscious kiss like only
he can do. My boner pulsates and my balls get heavy with sperm as he moans
in his throat almost as turned-on sexually as I am. Mutual gratification of
an erotic, very sexual nature; it's a damn shame more gay boys can never
experience this. Done his arousing kiss, he kisses both my cheeks and
whispers, "I love you so much it's dangerous. I'd do anything for you." I
stare in his eyes totally satisfied to be hypnotized by Ryan. That's what
it feels like; without a worry in the world. In his whispery voice, "Lick
my feet now," as he sits back in the chair. I lean right over and lick up
the bottom of his foot three times covering every inch of it with spit,
even behind his toes. The same for the top of his foot, lapping over the
ankle bone with each lick. Then, sucking on his toes my cock tightens some
more and begins moving away from my belly as I gasp at the sensations
coming from my cock and balls. Humping my hips because I going to cum, I'm
whimpering at the awesome sensations, but only a pathetically weak watery
precum substance makes it past the ties. It drools off the head of my cock
that's sticking straight out from my groin so hard and tight I can see the
extremely stretched skin almost splitting. "The other foot," as he puts it
on the footstool. Same thing for that foot, my tongue aching now. Sucking
his toes. my eyes up looking at Ryan as he nods his head in either approval
or encouragement, or maybe both. "Now my legs." There's a constant
whimpering from me now as I do long licks up his well defined calves to his
knee and over. More watery precum from my nine year old cock. Both legs
done, I stand to bend over and lap up his thighs to his shaved
crotch. Finally he stands and I go on my knees to suck his big bag of
nuts. Then under his scrotum and then an awkward, jerky walk on my knees
behind him to rim his asshole with long laps at first and then suck on his
anus lips until my tongue can enter his asshole where the acrid shit taste
is more prevalent, but not for long. I french kiss his asshole until he
says , "Stop, I'm going to cum!" I stop and he says, "Stand up." It sounds
like he said it in a tunnel as it echoes in my ears, so deep in submission
I hardly know where I am or who I'm with.

As he ties thin strips around his dick and balls the same way he did mine,
he mutters, "Jeez, that was close. I almost lost it and let you rim an
orgasm out of me. It felt fantastic." Ryan picks up the leash and attaches
it to my collar, saying, "I'll lead you around the room getting you used to
walking with the leg restraints." He walks to his bathroom with me
struggling to keep up. Pulling on my leash when he needs to, "Faster, you
can do better than that." It does get easier when I get in a rhythm of fast
short steps. Back and forth we go, then Ryan says, "Didn't I tell you you'd
better be careful with your willingness to be submissive or you'll wind-up
with a dog collar around your neck with someone leading you around naked?
Well, look at yourself." I stare at him. He says, "You're in that situation
right now. I could put you in my car like this and drive to a gay
neighborhood and walk you down the street by your leash naked and you'd do
it too. I'm only doing this to you, Dylan, to show you that you need to be
more careful who you're submissive with. With me you're safe because I love
you, but others won't love you, they'll take advantage of you. Can you
understand what I'm telling you?" Both of us have the hardest boners I've
ever seen. What Ryan said is sinking in and I think of Willie saying I'd be
on a leash with him soon enough. I thought he was kidding or exaggerating,
but now I don't think he was. I go, "Yes, Ryan," still in a very submissive
frame of mind, but not the little boy one. Ryan says, "Good. You can see
how, if I kept this up, you'd not only accept it, but crave for it. Am I
right?" I say, "Yes, I understand. You're warning me I could get myself in
over my head if I'm not careful." He says, "You're already in over your
head if I wanted to pursue it, which I don't." He unhooks the leash,
muttering, "I'm worried about you; worried someone other than me takes you
down this road.  It's not something you want, believe me." Untying my arms
he massages them saying, "You're a wonderful submissive partner, but you're
too easily led. You need some willpower once in awhile. Okay?" I nod my
head, saying, "You're right, Ryan," as feeling returns to my arm. Then he
does the other one, saying, "This is crazy, but I love your arms. Wish mine
looked like yours. You have the hottest body, Dylan, I love it so!" He
takes off my leg restrains and then slowly unscrews my butt plug, that I
forgot was in my ass. When it's out I feel the lips of my anus quivering
and gripping at nothing, missing the butt plug.

I'm free now, but still in a submissive enough frame of mind to stand here
waiting for my orders from Ryan. He knows that, and smiles, mumbling, "Like
I've told you ten times, you're perfect, absolutely perfect. Just be
careful who you let yourself get into submissiveness with. I hate lecturing
you, but you needed this lesson; I hope it gives you pause." Cupping behind
my head with a sweet smile on his lips, he pulls my head down a little and
I'm about to go down on my knees to suck his cock, but his lips meet mine
and we kiss a wonderful lover's kiss with my arms hugging around him for
all I'm worth. The kissing and sucking of each other's mouth goes on until
I'm whimpering with desire. Low moans of sexual arousal from cute Ryan too
until he breaks the kiss to push his eyeglasses up; glasses totally fogged
over from our sexual heat that is almost visible, shimmering in the air
around us. He chuckles, muttering, "Stand right there," as he walks over to
where I dropped my tee-shirt. Cleaning his glasses with the tee we stare
into each other's eyes, then he puts his glasses on and walks behind me to
push as the back of my head. I bend over and grab my knees. With his hands
on my waist he spreads the lips of my ass with his swollen cock head, then
easily slides it in my opened asshole as the lips of my anus hug the shaft
of his big boner. Ryan starts with smooth strokes up my rectum right from
the start as a low moan of pleasure comes from us both, "Mmmmm, ooooh,
mmm," and the sensations build deep inside my ass with my tongues circling
my lips and my right hands rubbing my nipples. Everything on me tingles
with sexual pleasure. Ryan smacks my ass, saying, "Tighten your sphincter
muscle, and two more, "Slap! Slap!" on my ass. I yelp, then tighten every
muscle in my ass as Ryan, mutters, "Keep it like this," with authority and
I go right back into deep submission. He's got me totally trained to be
submissive at the sound of authority in his voice. I stroke my cock
groaning with the need to cum. I've thought I was going to cum ten times
already, but hip thrusts and moans of desire produce only more of that thin
watery precum; my cock it wet with it by now so my hand slides deliciously
on my ridiculously hard boner. "Aaaaaahhhhh," in one long embarrassing moan
comes from my throat, my voice box vibrating with the sounds near the
end. Ryan pulls out of me, slaps my ass, saying, "Keep it tight for your
dom!" and another slap, which adds to my sexual arousal. Looking back at
Ryan, I see him untying the strips of leather by pulling on the end of a
slip knot around his scrotum, then the one around his incredible cock
that's shiny and wet. He reaches under me and releases my nuts and cock as
I moan again with my eyes half closed and my mouth hanging open. If anyone
else saw me in this condition I'd be mortified, but Ryan understands and
expects this type of reaction from me; he been in my place.

When he walks in front of me I open my mouth wide and get my tongue way out
to accept his throbbing, swollen member. He slides it back and forth on my
tongue leaving a trail of precum in it's wake. Ryan rub my short hair
quietly moaning with pleasure, his eyes closed behind partially fogged up
eyeglasses; I don't think I've ever seen anyone cuter or hotter than this
small statured nineteen year old boy. He says I'm perfect, but so is he in
my eyes. "Okay, you can suck my cock," so I close my mouth with my lips
covering my teeth and suck on that awesome cock until Ryan says, "Stop!" I
swallow his precum as he pulls his boner out, saying, "Turn around and I'll
bring on our orgasms. I for one am desperate to cum." He sounds like he is
too, breathing quickly, extremely turned-on; me too. Squeezing every muscle
in my body to tighten my rectum, Ryan pushes his hard boner up inside me,
grabs my hips and plows my ass hard and fast as he begins making sounds
very much like my whimpering ones, filled with desire. I loose all sense of
anything except Ryan's boner and the indescribable pleasure it's giving
me. It's a wild ride with him slamming his cock up my ass while pulling me
back into him As I hump out my hips ready to blast my cum load from my
balls. The sound of skin against skin and my moans of extreme pleasure are
all I can hear. That drowns out Ryan moans and groans. There's shivers and
sensations like electric shocks zippy around my pelvic area setting off
sensations all over the rest of me. It happens fast with me giving a shrill
screech as a powerful stream of cum explodes from my cock in a sloppy spray
as I'm writhing in a world of sexual stimulation and pleasure. My violent
second thrust of my hip produces a long string of cum that feels so good
exiting my cock my brain gets overloaded and I go deaf for a few
seconds. Then I hear Ryan's "Oooooh," as he fills my ass with cum; there's
a momentary warmth, then slipperiness in my rectum. I feel the hard second
stream hit my bowels as I'm forcing out little additional spurts of cum
that drip off the head of my cock. Weak now with my whole body shuddering I
go limp. Ryan continues fucking me for another minute then he goes limp too
and lays on my back doing little short thrust in my ass. He's moaning too
until his moans peter-out to just exaggerated sounds of breathing. Then his
arms around me as he straighten me up. Without a word he takes my hand and
leads me to his bed. The only piece of equipment still on me is Ryan's dog
collar. We get in bed and under the covers with his cum drooling down my
buttocks. Ryan rolls me on my side and gets behind me to slide his cock
back up my ass as I go, "Ahhhhhh, yeaaaah." With his arm around me he fucks
me slowly for quite some time and finally quietly asks, "Was it good for
you, Dylan?" as he slides his softening cock from my ass. I moan, "Mmmmmm,
it was more than wonderful, Ryan. Nobody has ever fucked me as good." We
wrestle around in bed getting our arms around each other to hug and kiss
with low murmurs of love.

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

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