Date: Mon, 13 May 2013 17:52:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nifty DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO   Chapter 12  by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


				Chapter  12


			     by  Donny Mumford



Laying in Ryan's bed, his arms around me, I sigh thinking back to a half
hour or so when I was floating in a sea of submission. My deepest
submissive trance yet, and Ryan took advantage of that to demonstrate to me
I'm too willing to follow my dominant sex partner, in this case him. But it
could have been a dominant sex partner with nefarious things in store for
me. Apparently, somewhere between Willie and Ryan, my brain has been
trained to click into a submissive mode with any sign of authority in
either of their voices.  I've become too willing to adopt a submissive
posture. Ryan says we've had only five or six role playing sub/dom dates
and today he easily hogtied me, got a dog collar around my neck, and had me
parading around the room naked, on a leash. Ryan says dominant predators
can seem cleverly suave at first, then slowly increasing their dominance
until I'm too far gone, past the tipping point, and unable to do anything
about it and completely at their mercy. I always thought that was a lot of
crap until Ryan showed me today that I was already too far gone to stop him
from doing whatever he wanted with me. The really scary part is I didn't
see anything wrong with him leading me around naked on a leash in a
submissive trance. I didn't want to stop him. Now, thinking back on it, I
don't like that picture at all. So Ryan taught me a lesson and he also
proved something I don't think he realizes. He showed me I can trust him. I
was sure I could before but now I'm positive. He has no nefarious purpose
behind his dominant role playing. It's plain and simply to extract the most
sexual pleasure out of our sub/dom sex fetish game as possible. It works
for both of us equally and that's not something I can say about Willie. I
wouldn't trust Willie to do the right thing by me. He told me when I was
being very submissive that he would have me on a leash much quicker then he
first expected. I thought he was kidding or exaggerating, but I don't think
that now. I believe that was his goal. Willie's a goal oriented boy, but he
has fucked-up goals. Anyway, Ryan's toning down the dominance after today's
example of letting things get carried away. He's already eliminated the
paddling and spanking. Oh sure, I get my ass slapped occasionally, but that
adds to the thrill. No more nut crunching either. Right now we're cuddling
in Ryan's bed kissing and whispering words of love. Ryan confessed I'm his
true love, not Rob, but I'm hoping he'll hold off changing the threesome's
routine for awhile. Truth is, I'm afraid it'll be a blow to Robby's ego,
and even worse, he might think I intentionally stole Ryan from him, which
couldn't be further from the truth. That objective never entered my mind in
any serious way, ever. Plus, it's not that Ryan doesn't still have a love
in his heart for Rob because he does. After all it was Robby who treated
him like an equal and showed him love; not like Ryan's previous sex
partners who used and abused him for their sadistic pleasure. They didn't
give a fuck about Ryan; he was just a sex toy as far as they were
concerned.


After awhile Ryan says, "We'll take a shower together now, Dylan, but no
sex. After the shower we'll get something to eat and then we'll see what
develops. Okay?"  I mumble, "Sure, Ryan, whatever you say." He takes my
hand and we walk naked into the bathroom where he takes off the dog collar,
saying, "I'll put this back on you after our shower." I nod my head because
the collar's merely a soft wide necklace to me, and I kinda like wearing
it. That's probably because it means so much to Ryan, and, like I said, I
really don't mind it; the leash, however, is another matter all
together. The shower turns-out to be half cleaning and shampooing each
other, and half hugging and making-out under the warm water spray. I could
make-out with him for hours. We both have boners pressed against our
stomachs as we dry each other using a big fluffy towel embroidered with
Ryan initials. I tease him about that and he says, "I had nothing to do
with it. Mom buys the towels and I use them, that's the extent of my
involvement. They could have pictures of Donald duck on them and I wouldn't
care." Then he laughs, saying, "Actually when I was a little kid my towels
had all the Disney characters on them." I go, "Is Donald duck a Disney
character?" and he laughs again, muttering, "Fuck if I know. Only you would
be concerned with getting that straight." I go, "Seriously though, I think
Donald was drawn by Walt Disney back in the thirties as a foil for Mickey
Mouse. I'm pretty sure about that." He laughs, muttering, "Who gives a
fuck?" I go, "Just saying," as Ryan buckles on the dog collar, mumbling,
"Come on, Goofy, lets get dressed." I asked, "What was Goofy suppose to be,
a dog?" Ryan says, "I'm going to blow your mind with this next bit of
information: Goofy is an anthropomorphic dog, and I only know that from
studying obscure words which I use to try to impress Rob. Now I don't do
that very much, but it shows you how inferior to him I thought I was;
inferior to you too. You and Rob have showed me I'm not inferior or
superior." I go, "That's what I say about myself too.  What was that word?"
He goes, "Anthropomorphic. It means attributing human qualities to a dog,
like Goofy. Man, those are boring old time cartoons. It's kind of fun
learning obscure words and definitions though. I've always been a natural
speller too." We're getting dressed as I say, "I can't spell for shit; it's
embarrassing sometimes. That's were 'spell check' comes in; it's a blessing
for dummies like me." Ryan mutters, "You're about as far from a dummy as
anyone I've ever met."


In the kitchen Ryan asks, "Should we go out to eat or make something here?"
I say, "Let me see what my brother's doing for dinner," and Ryan's like,
"Yeah, we know Rob's in for the night, but maybe Chubby will come here, or
we can go there, or we'll meet him someplace and eat out; whatever you guys
want is good by me." I call Chubby, "Chubby, what are you doing for
dinner," I listen, then say, "Jesus, you're a glutton for punishment, ain't
cha'?" I listen again, then laugh, saying, "Bon appetite!" and hang
up. Ryan asks, "French?" and I go, "Yeah, it means enjoy your food, or
something like that.  Chubby's eating dinner with Mary Jo's family; Sunday
dinner with his future in-laws. Oh gawd!" Ryan goes, "Lets eat here, I
don't feel like going out." I go, "Sure thing. What's our choices?" He
scans the refrigerator and we settle on an old stand by, cheeseburgers and
fries. Ryan cooks quarter pound burgers on the gas grill outside while I
fry the frozen french fries in vegetable oil.  When they're light brown and
stiff I scoop them out onto paper towels using a slotted spoon, then hit
them with salt right away. Ryan comes in with the cheeseburgers and we sit
at their kitchen table and eat our dinner talking about us. Ryan's a
romantic and has idealized plans for our future. I already told him earlier
I'm not dumping Rob ever, but he think in time I'll realize I need to do
that even though it's going to be a hard thing to do. Ryan's and my love
seems very real even though we haven't known each other a long time. It's
funny, but Ryan's not like Robby where love is concerned; Robby's never
believed I loved him the way he loves me, where Ryan has no doubt that I'll
eventually love him like he loves me; it's simply a matter of time, but
it's inevitable. I get a sick feeling in my stomach even thinking about
hurting Robby even though I've hurt his feeling in the past with my
alley-cating around, as he calls it, but I'm in love with
him... alley-catting or not. I love Robby as much as I ever have. I'm of
the opinion you can love two boys at the same time, or at least I
can. Maybe I'm the only one clever enough to be able to do that, or maybe
I'm delusional. One or the other, but we shall see how it goes and I'm
betting on me. Ryan says, "Hey, when you gonna fix the haircut Robby gave
me?" I go, "I need my clippers," and we try to figure out the best time to
do that.


Now we're silently eating while listening to a 'Walk The Moon' CD. Chubby
and I can be silent together for a whole afternoon at times and feel
comfortable just being together, but I can't do that with anyone else
because it gets awkward. Ryan and I are eating in silence and I'm quite
comfortable with it, so apparently he's the second person I can be quiet
with and not feel awkward. I dip a french fry in a pool of ketchup on my
plate and feed it to Ryan. He bites off half the french fry and I eat the
other half. Then he does it to me. We eat the rest of the french fries that
way while staring silently into each other's eyes. When the french fries
are gone, Ryan holds his partially eaten cheeseburger to my mouth and I
take a bite, chew it and swallow, then hold my cheeseburger to Ryan's
mouth, and we feed each other like that till the cheeseburgers are
gone. Taking the last bite of Ryan's burger, he puts his finger in my mouth
and I suck the grease from the cheeseburger off his finger, then do the
same to Ryan. We maintained serious facial expressions as we ate that way
in silence. Then he takes a drink from his can of root beer and holds the
can for me and we take turns finishing the can. When I do the same for him
with my can of soda he shakes his head once, takes my hand and leads me
into his bedroom and undresses me. I undress him then, still without
speaking. He wraps his arms around me and we kiss a long soft kiss. Then
Ryan does his magic with his sexy lips and active tongue and my cock gets
hard with Ryan's scent filling my head until I'm dizzy. No sound except my
quiet moan of deep sexual arousal, "Mmmmmm," almost a whimper. Ryan
caresses my head lightly with the palm of his hand and then holds my face
with a hand on each cheek and does another soft kiss on my lips, then on my
nose. He puts his arm around my waist and walks me over to his bed, where I
stare at him for a few seconds until he nods his head slightly at the bed
and I climb in feeling dreamy and sexy. Ryan gets in behind me and wraps
his arms around me with my back against his chest.  He kisses the side of
my face, then puts his warm tongue in my ear and moves it sensuously around
filling my ear with saliva until it's running down the side of my
face. When it drools close enough to my lips I lick at it as my boner
throbs and drips pre cum. Done with my ear, Ryan rubs his nose and face
against the back of my head and then gives the back of my neck a long wet
kiss causing chills of sexual delight to zip down my back as my shoulders
shudder and I moan from the feeling of being loved and adored by my
diminutive dominant lover. His boner then spreads the lips of my anus and
slowly, very slowly, enters my rectum as my shoulder again shudder at the
pleasure of it all. Ryan holds me tightly, moving only his hip in a
rhythmic slow fuck that goes on and on accompanied by my constant moaning,
and the subtle sucking sound of his huge boner going in and out of my
ass. Ryan's copious amounts of pre cum provide more than enough lubricant
to make it an exquisite sexual experience. Perspiration forms between our
bodies as Ryan's lips suck my shoulder. It's all so beautiful and I writhe
with pleasure in Ryan's arms with both my hands grasping his forearm that's
around my chest for a tiny bit more bodily contact.  My cock moves straight
out from my body and tears of intense pleasure roll down my cheeks as my
body stiffens, then convulses with cum streaming from my cock. He hold me
tighter as my hip hump forward and with a whimper of sexual intensity and
another long stream of cum flies from my cock which feels better than
anything I can imagine. The stream of cum fly's quickly from my gaping pee
slit as Ryan continues a steady thrusting of that magnificently hard,
swollen cock.  Three more small spurts of cum complete my orgasm, but the
sensations continue as my toes curl and I stifle a scream of ecstasy. I'm
limp in his arms now as Ryan grunts, "Umpth, ahh, ahhh," slams in against
me, then does short little hard humps against my buttocks, moaning as he
fills me up with his spunk.  Another short thrust and groan from Ryan, then
another stream of cum, and I feel his shoulders shudder against mine. He
does some long thrusts up my ass in his warm, slippery spunk, breathing
hard with his face against my shoulder.  Slowly thrusting now as he gasps
for air, then even slower thrusts and then he stops with a long sigh and we
stay like that until I'm just about to fall asleep, perfectly content and
happy and fulfilled.


Ryan pulls his cock from my ass and pulls me over onto my back, leaving his
arm under my neck. He brings my head over next to his and we lay like that
until we both fall asleep. This isn't a sleep over though, so when Ryan
gently shakes me, saying, "It's ten, forty-five, Dylan, time to go," I
awaken quickly, muttering, "Huh?" He says, "My parents aren't home yet, but
they'll be home pretty soon and it'd be better if we get out of here before
they see you're here again. That way they won't be suspicious if we do
another sleep-over next week." I was deep asleep and when I open my eyes
the light hurts them, as I ask, "How long have I been sleeping?" He goes,
"I'm not sure, but I think we fell asleep about eight or eight-thirty."
Coughing, I get out of bed naked, muttering, "That was so awesome, Ryan,"
and realize he's dressed, so I pull on my underpants as Ryan smiles,
"Awesome, fer sure. We're in love and it's the most beautiful thing that's
ever happened to me. You're so..." and he hesitates, then goes, "You're so
perfect, but we've been mentioning that word a lot recently so I'll need to
look up a better word than 'perfect' for you," as he hands me my
tee-shirt. I put it on, mumbling, "Being perfect ain't a bad thing,
heh. You too, boyfriend." He kisses me and I finish getting dress. We walk
through the kitchen with me still wearing Ryan's dog collar, and I ask,
"You cleaned up our dishes?" He goes, "Yeah, while you were sleeping." Then
he takes my hand and we go out to his car, hand in hand. It's normally a
fifteen minute ride to my condo from Ryan's, but with him driving it takes
a little longer. We've said everything we have to say at the moment so we
ride in silence and once again I find I'm comfortable with Ryan in
silence. We exchange grins a number of time and he reaches over to pat my
leg at a red light, mumbling, "You look so awesome in my dog collar. Will
you wear it to bed every night for me?" I go, "Sure, I like it." It's been
a wonderful Sunday after a wonderful Saturday and I learned something about
myself that I'm taking seriously: I can't let my submissive fetish
overwhelm me. I've been a glutton with that and while it's exciting and
fun, it's also dangerous, so I need to rein myself in. With Ryan there's no
danger, but we don't need the role playing sub/dom thing as much as before
to enjoy our sex together. Maybe we did at the start, but we don't now
because we're in true love and that's a very different thing, as I found
out from Robby. Ryan and I have a quick, for us, five minute make-out at
the curb below my condo before we say goodnight. I get out and watch Ryan
drive out of sight, then up the twenty-five steps I go to my condo and let
myself into an empty house. Mom is on another date and I wonder, for the
hundredth time, if she's doing on her dates what I'm doing on mine. Me
being gay hasn't come up since I came 'out' and it's just as I imagined it
would be: something that's just part of our family, and no big thing. I do
my bathroom routine, then climb in bed feeling wonderful, but concerned at
the same time. I thought I might be in love with Ryan a month ago, but now
I'm positive I am and I'm worried about Robby, who I also love.  If Ryan is
honest with Robby and tells him he's in true love with me, how will that
affect Robby and me and how will Robby take the news? He's a sensitive boy
and it'll hurt him I imagine, but will that somehow put a strain on our
relationship. At the very least it'll put Robby back to wondering if I love
him as much as he thinks I do now. I do of course, but he might doubt it
and we're right back to where we were when Robby, Willie, and me were the
triangle. Not a threesome, never that, but Robby felt he was in competition
with Willie and now it'll be the same thing except with Ryan. Hmmmm?


Next morning things don't look as dire as they did last night. All Monday
it's business as usual with our threesome sneaking good morning kisses
behind Robby's pickup; Ryan and Robby are happily chatty as ever. The rest
of the day went as expected and Monday night Robby and me have wonderful
lover's sex. On Tuesday it's Robby and Ryan, and Wednesday morning they're
especially chummy exchanging smirks and smiles so I guess their night was a
big success.  Wednesday night I don't get my night with Rob because he and
Ryan joined a summer baseball league and the tryouts are Wednesday
night. This baseball league thing I hadn't planned on, but apparently Rob
and Ryan did. The three of us go together for tryouts and on the way I ask
them why they never mentioned this to me before. They both shrug, and Rob
says, "Jeez, I thought we did, sorry." I try to make the team as an
outfielder because I have a strong throwing arm, but with little hope of
actually being on the team.  I don't make it because I can't hit this level
of pitching. I'm about average for sandlot baseball, but organized leagues
attract high school and college players who want to stay sharp. Both Rob
and Ryan make the team with Robby as shortstop and Ryan as a second
baseman. Ryan was on his high school team, but couldn't make the jump to
college baseball where there are scholarship players and other players,
like Robby, who didn't quite qualify for a scholarship, but are very
good. There's a lot of high-fiving going on, especially between Ryan and
Robby, but I'm a good sport about it.  They'll practice four nights a week
so it wasn't until Friday night that I get my night with Robby. We make
sweet love together twice; just wonderful lover's sex which reaffirms he
loves me best. I haven't heard anymore talk from Ryan about dropping Robby
or even slowing down with him, and I guess the fact they both made the
baseball team tightened their relationship again. The threesome rolls along
even with the baseball practices because we're getting together in twosomes
most nights after practice. All games are on Saturdays and Sundays and
sometimes both days. Ryan hasn't been doing much of the dominant sex with
me although I know he likes it a lot. He's probably not doing it because he
thinks I'm overly receptive to it. His form of lover's sex if awesome
though, and when I'm with him, it's him I love with all my heart. Then my
next night with Robby I'm thinking it's him I'm madly in love with. Robby
mentioned in passing that he isn't noticing the devotion from Ryan he used
to, but he says he doesn't mind because I'm his true love boyfriend anyway
and he still dreams of it just being him and me, which is flattering except
Ryan tells me the same thing and I'm beginning to feel stress that I'll
need to hurt one of them eventually. Fortunately I'm an expert
procrastinator so I don't expect I'll need to do that anytime soon.


Work is rolling along smoothly with Robby proving to be an excellent
boss. Derek is still Derek, meaning he's an asshole at times. He's
obviously feeling more comfortable in his role as Robby's assistant now and
even eats lunch with the supervisors. Because he's the bosses son none of
the other supervisors protest that he's breaking ranks. Robby tells me that
Derek's more sociable with the supervisors so obviously he feels us regular
worker bees are beneath him and not worth the trouble to be friendly. He's
fair though, being an equal asshole to all of us. Chubby's liking the
outdoor job although he and Derek butt heads a lot which is awkward at
times, but that doesn't bother Chubby who says he's not taking shit from
anybody. Lee is a little bit too friendly to me by coming on openly, while
pretending he's teasing the gay kid, me. He says he does the same thing to
his gay bud. I know better; he's serious. I gotta admit I fantasize about
him fucking me with my face rubbing his five o'clock shadow. That ain't
happening though because Rob and Ryan keep me in a constant state of sexual
satisfaction, although my eyes roam anyway. Cute boys around my age
fascinate me and I can still get boners gawking at them when the rare ones
come into view. Gawd, they're beautiful.


Both Dodger and Connor email from basic training when they can, mostly on
Sunday because modern things like computers and cell phones are banned from
the barracks. On their day off, which is Sunday, there's community
computers they stand in line to use, accessing their email and sending some
of their own.  After basic that all changes and their laptops and cell
phones will usually be available to them. They both claim that basic
training isn't as bad as they expected, but there's still a lot of dumb
shit they're made to do. Both boys are keeping their noses clean and
staying out of trouble. This doesn't surprise me as far as Connor goes, but
is a little surprising for Dodger. They both thank us for all our emails
and me for the short letter I type and print out to mail to them so they'll
get a letter at mail call. Cory sends Connor letters too; I wonder if
they're love letters. Probably not because he's still trying to discover
his sexuality which should prove difficult since he doesn't mingle much
with boys or girls. He emails me, but doesn't mention our kissing the night
of the party and the next morning. I ran into Ray Ellis last Saturday at
the mall when I was with Ryan and Rob. He got me aside and wants to know if
I've given anymore thought to him and me being boyfriends. He says I'll
need to give up the girlfriends if I want to be his boyfriend, haha. I told
him that will be mighty hard for me to do, but didn't tell him the
reason. The reason's because obviously I don't have any girlfriends so it's
impossible to give up what I don't have in the first place; ya can't give
up nothing. We're in our third week on the job and, except for Robby
noticing a leveling off of Ryan's heat for him, everything's pretty much
like the first week. Well, the baseball practices mean later sex, but we
manage to fit it in most nights. It's just that the games on the weekend
put a stop to our plans for going away on a weekend so Robby and me could
sleep together, which I miss.


It's raining hard after work on Thursday, so there's no baseball
practice. Ryan comes to my house so I can cut the hair on the sides and
back of his head as short as my hair was three weeks ago. I tell him it's
silly because Rob wants the threesome to do haircuts and pubes shaving
Saturday, but Ryan says, "This way the sides and back are already done so
Rob can't fuck them up like last time. If he screws up the top I'll just
have you fix it the best you can." I feel kinda bad though, it's like Ryan
and I are conspiring behind Rob's back, but when it's just Ryan and me,
he's the boss so I usually do whatever he wants. I say, "First, I need to
do something," and he follows me into my bedroom where I take his dog
collar out of it's hiding place and buckle it on myself. Ryan has the
biggest smile on his face looking so cute, but real young. I can't help
kissing him. We do a nice kiss, then he says, "Do the haircut now, Dylan."
We go downstairs and I get the clippers out. He takes off his shirt and I
do as he says and run the clippers around the sides and back tapering the
cut at the top to blend with the hair on top. When done, the short hairs on
the sides and back makes the hairs on top of Ryan's head appear longer than
they are. Plus, it eliminates the shingles running sideways on his head
from Robby's haircut efforts, which is what Ryan wants to avoid on
Saturday. This is all well and good I guess, but who's gonna fix my hair
when Ryan fucks it up? He never mentions that. After the haircutting we
can't resist messing around and I start it with Ryan, bare chested, sitting
on the barber stool feeling his shorts hair with his fingers. His thin
tight little body looks so inviting and his bare skin is putting out an
aroma which I can't resist. I hug around his chest from the back and kiss
him at the base of his neck and on his shoulder and inhaling his
aroma. It's an aphrodisiac to me.  Kissing the side of his face, he reaches
behind and gets his arm around my neck, murmuring, "I love the way you love
me, Dylan. You're so open about it; so willing to adore me. It almost feels
like you're worshiping me and I hope you sense that's the way I love you
too. We're a million to one shot; you and me meeting and being so perfect
for each other. It was so unlikely as to be impossible, yet we did meet and
it happened. I recognized that you were intensely attracted to me before
you realized it. It shocked and thrilled me, and was hard to believe at
first. After the very first time I did the dominant sex with you though,
then I knew you'd be mine and now you are.  You'll eventually come to that
same conclusion yourself, but it'll take a while longer because of your
long history with Rob, and because he's wonderful for you too. If he were
less wonderful, you and I would already be solely devoted to each other. I
can wait because you're a prize worth waiting for."  His confident way of
stating that unlikely scenario is spellbinding; the conviction in his quiet
statement makes it almost seem like fact. I'm standing here hugging him
from behind so I can't see his eyes. But if I could his eyes would reveal
not the slightest doubt that it will become reality. I say nothing, just
keep the side of my face against his, hugging him tightly and not wanting
to let go of him. Ryan says, "Give me your hand, Dylan," so I rub down his
arm with the palm of my hand until my hand holds his, my other arm still
holds him around his chest. He slides off the stool and faces me, to say,
"I know you doubt what I say, even though in your brain you know I'm right,
but please don't let it bother your mind just yet; it's for the future.
For right now, just think about me fucking you in your bed." I stare at
him, holding hands, and he grins, "You're the cutest boy I've ever seen and
I emphasize 'boy' because you're one hundred percent that. If you were the
slightest bit feminine it wouldn't work for me. Us meeting and being
perfect for each other was a million to one shot and so are you a million
to one; maybe one in ten million." I'm hypnotized by his words, by the way
he says them, and by him. A smile from this now very confident boy as he
gently rubs his hand down the side of my face, murmuring, "Kiss me, Dylan."
I lower my head and our lips meet for a lips-only kiss that's so sweet I
find myself fondling his body again and burying my face on his shoulder,
against his neck.  He rubs the hair at the back of my head, still holding
my hand. Then whispers in my ear, "Come to bed with me now," and I do. We
walk up the stares holding hands with me staring at his cute face. As
always he stares back with eyes full of love for me while pushes his
glasses up his cute nose. We end up naked in my bed kissing and cuddling,
his words of the future brushed aside to fully enjoy the present.


I love being naked in bed with another boy and Ryan's body has risen to tie
Rob's as my favorite naked boy's body. He feels small in my arms, but when
his cock rubs against mine, it's I who feels small. Ryan says we overuse
the word 'perfect', but I don't have another word for him: he's perfect for
me: He's cute with excellent hair and his taut small body is mostly
hairless and makes for a wonderful bundle in my arms. His aroma is an
aphrodisiac to me and I'm immediately aroused in his close company. He has
a boyish voice, like Robby, and he's all boy without a single gay
affectation; a regular boy who likes and plays sports and just happens to
be one hundred percent gay. No hedging with that, he's gay, he knows it,
and he embraces it the way I do. Ryan has an incredible penis and he uses
it expertly as a natural 'top', even though I'm the first and only boy he's
'topped' in anal sex. He's got a good sense of humor and is fun to be with
too. His dominate style of sex is the best I've ever experienced and it's
obvious his main concern while making love with me, whether in rough sex or
loving lover's sex, is to pleasure me at least as much as he's pleasuring
himself. He cares about me and is protective of me in his own way. I've no
doubt he loves me above every other human on the planet and he's not afraid
to describe, as well as, demonstrate that love. In short, he's perfect and
I love his friendship and his love.


Ryan looks at me, and says, "Love with you is the highlight of my life, so
far above any other highlights, including wonderful highlights with Rob;
all previous ones are out of sight, far below.  You take me to the stars,
Dylan, you allow me to fly and float in space and time. When we're making
love we're someplace no one else is; it's your's and my world for us
alone. You're my love of a lifetime and I found you at only nineteen years
old giving us eternity to be together in one form or another.  Promise
you'll never stop loving me," as his hands caress the side of my face.  I
stare at him, hypnotized by his words and the sincerity in his voice. My
lips are parted in awe of him as our foreheads come together and I mumble,
"I promise, Ryan." He hugs my neck and our lips meet for a lips-only kiss
that sends shivers of delight to my balls. Then his tongue's is in my mouth
and his magical way of kissing brings a moan of arousal from my throat and
a moan of his name, "Ryan," with my lips on his and his scent filling my
head even as the taste of his mouth gets me swirling his saliva on my
tongue, sucking on it and moaning. Ryan quietly says, "Show me your
submissive love for me, Dylan, by worshipping my body." I kiss his lips and
drag my tongue down his chin and across his neck to his chest. Licking over
his chest to his left nipple I suck it and lick it until it's hard and
erect, then across to his other one to do the same. His fingers go through
my hair that he pulls occasionally sending chills and tingling down my
spine. Going under the covers, I'm kissing and licking his stomach that
raises little goose bumps and he shivers and shakes. Sucking on his belly
button, then filling it with warm clear saliva I lick down to his
three-week growth of pubic hairs and lick them flat to his groin, then lick
his hard cock and big balls covering them with spit. Picking up his cock, I
put the head in my mouth and lick it with my tongue, swirling my tongue
around it while sucking the shaft with my lips and stroking it with my
thumb and two fingers until Ryan squirms on the bed grunting at the
sensation on his body that are alive and dancing and causing him to gasp
and pull my hair again. Spitting out his cock, I get on my knees between
his legs and grasp his ankles to slide his feet up near is ass with his
knees up forming a little pup tent in the covers. Laying flat on the
mattress between his legs with my feet sticking out over the end of the bed
and out of the covers, I lick his feet and suck his toes. Then lick up his
calves and over his knees loving the taste and smell of his body and a moan
comes from my throat as my cock gets so hard under me the skin is stretched
creating that deliciously painful feeling of an extremely erect penis
that's leaking and throbbing with a life of it's own. I lick his other foot
and up that leg.  Ryan's foot seems to tremble with another low moan coming
from him.  Lifting his balls I lap under them and along as much of the ass
crack as I can reach. Ryan scoots down a little raising his buttocks so I
have full access to his ass and I lick all over it and do wet noisy kisses
on his ass cheeks and then right on his asshole with the lips of his anus
seemingly kissing back.  Sucking on his asshole while licking it at the
same time gets Ryan's feet moving back and forth on the sheet lowering and
raising my pup tent. My tongue works it's way inside his asshole and the
acrid shit taste slows me down a second, but I clean and swallow the
taste. Both my boyfriends' shit smells and tastes like shit, but it hasn't
made me sick yet so that's the silver lining.  My tongue fucks his hole and
Ryan's buttocks is hopping off the mattress doing one inch high hops with
Ryan writhing on the bed gasping and making grunting sounds almost like
he's crying. Then he's had all he can take, he gets my head between his
hands gently pushing it away from his ass, breathlessly saying, "I need to
fuck you now."


I'm out from under the cover panting, spit covering my face from my nose
down to my chin, staring at Ryan. "On your back, Dylan, and pull your legs
back. As I do that, my boner plastered to my stomach wet and so hard the
stretched skin shines. Ryan walks on his knees in between my legs that I'm
holding back with a forearm around my ankles, and my heels next to my
buttock, my knees in the air. "Get your ass up in the air, Dylan," and the
touch of authority is back in his voice. He says, "You're got me so aroused
my whole body is tingling and my cock is pulsating. His glasses are steamy
so he whips them off and tosses them on the nightstand. Lining up his wet
boner head at my anus I gasp with anticipation. He glances at me when I
whimper, feeling very submissive to him and not sure I deserve to be fucked
like I desperately need. He takes a deep breath and says, "You're so sexy
when you're in heat for me like this, and you got in this extremely aroused
sexual state by submissively licking and sucking my body and ass. That is
such a turn on to me you can't imagine. I love you." He pushes the head of
his cock past my quivering anus and then past my sphincter and leaves it
there. Putting a hand on either side of me, he leans over me, then very
slowly leans down towards my body and ever so slowly his hard boner
penetrates my rectum inch by inch as I make more whimpering sounds, but of
extreme sexual pleasure now.  Soon he's laying on me chest to chest, by
head between his hands and seven plus inches of his boner up my ass. I go,
"Ahhhhhh, Ryan, ooooh, my god it feels good." He humps his hips and my arms
go around his back and my legs go under his buttocks and against mine as a
long moan escapes my lips. It doesn't embarrass me with Ryan anymore; I
moan and show him the pleasure he gives me openly now. Ryan lifts his ass,
moving his hard cock in my ass and begins steadily fucking me with long
strokes and thrusts of that killer cock. It's his magic wand of pleasure
and I'm hugging him kissing the top of his head and moaning constantly, all
at the same time. I almost blew my load licking, kissing, sucking, and
worshiping his body so as much as I desperately want the sensations of
pleasure in my ass to continue forever, my balls have a different agenda;
they mindlessly must deliver lots of sperm to shoot out my cock and they're
busily doing just that as they grow hard as marbles and travel up close to
my cock to do their duty like good nuts should. I love my nuts and I love
my cock, and my ass being fucked so good is sending out stimulated
sensations of sexual pleasure in amounts that overload my senses. I thrust
against Ryan's weight with desperate sounds that can only mean climax is
pending. My head goes side to side on the pillow, "Ump, ump. ah, ahhhh," as
cum streams up the shaft of my cock and flies out the gagging lips of my
pee slit splashing between both our bellies. Then, "Ohhhhhh, ahhh, " as
another strong flow of cum makes the journey to the new world joining it's
brother on both our stomachs with Ryan grunting and continuing to drive his
piston boner up my ass, his forehead against my shoulder with my arm around
the back of his neck. His face slides slightly in our sweat with each
thrust up my ass.


Erotic sensations continue buzzing through me as the last drools of cum
drain from my cock, my pee slit opening and closing like the lips of a gold
fish in a fish bowl looking for food. My shoulders do a late shudder as now
Ryan begins his sounds of desperation, needing to climax, those feelings
are on him and growing fast. He quickens his thrust, slamming his crotch
against my buttocks grunting and then whining like he's in pain as he lifts
his head from my shoulder, his eyes tightly closed and his face scrunched
up, "Oh, Oh, um, um, Ohhhhhh!" A hard thrust and he holds tight against my
ass pressing into it moaning and I feel the first sharp stream of cum
explode against my bowels. "Ahhh," and another little hump and the
momentary warmth, then the slipperiness is obvious, another little hump and
a long sigh, then nothing for a few seconds and finally long thrusts again
as his cum begins drooling creamily out of my rectum and sliding slowly
down my buttocks. Ten more thrusts and he collapse on me with my legs
coming up to encircle his back to hold him impaling me with his fat long
boner.  He does a quiet long, "Oooooh, Mmmmmm," and then just heavy
breathing as both our hearts hammer our chest and each other's chest
too. The breathing settles down and calmness descends with the feeling of
being sexually satisfied. I rub my fingers through his hair while rubbing
his shoulder and his back with my other hand. He's so awesome. I kiss the
side of his face muttering, "You're such an awesome lover, Ryan. Nobody can
do it as good as you and I love your body and your hair and you." He takes
a deep breath, mumbling, "Tell me more, heh." Then lifts his head and I
lean mine towards it for a long kiss filled with love and appreciation for
being fucked so spectacularly. We kiss for awhile with me now able to
notice individual things like his sexy scent, the feel of his special
little body, special to me, and of course his fantastic cock filling me up
so comfortable and sexily. It's all very much the way I'd want it to be,
and it's real life so I don't need to dream or wish for it. I got my dom
Ryan, who takes care of me in every way fulfilling all my needs. He lifts
up and I take my legs off him so he can fuck me for ten more minutes
getting both of us moaning with pleasure again, but no orgasms of course.
Pulling out and leaving me gaping open back there, he lays next to me on
his stomach in my little twin bed with our sides touching and his arm over
my check. He asks, "Was it good for you?  it surely was for me." I say,
"Like I already told ya, Ryan, nobody does it for me like you. You're the
best." He asks, "Better than, Rob?" and I have no problem now being
honest. I go up on my side and caress his face, saying, "Better than Rob,
better than anybody." He says, "Whoa, how big of a number does 'anybody'
represent?" I go, "Um, Ryan, quite a few, I can't lie to you for some
reason, but please don't hold that against me now." He says, "I kinda do,
but that's in the past. No more side sex though, right?" and he has my chin
between his thumb and forefinger, sternly saying that, and I almost slip
into my little boy trance from being chastised about my loose behavior in
the past. I say, "I'm through with that, Ryan, honest. It's Rob and
especially you now for me." He says, "I love you so much, Dylan, but it
would ruin it for me if you act like a slut. My perfect Dylan wouldn't be
perfect anymore and it would crush me because it' would humiliate me and
make me think you don't respect me. Rob put up with that from you, but I
won't. I need to have trust in you like you can have in me." I nod my head,
saying, I understand, Ryan, but you're too important to me now. I'm not
taking any chance of losing you, " and I hug him desperately again, wanting
him to say it's wonderful being with me, just me.


I'm laying my chest on his chest now kissing his cheek. He absently rubs my
back, muttering, "Okay, I believe you, Dylan. Calm down, you get too
agitated at times." I go, "I get agitated at the thought of you dumping me,
or when I get jealous because you're with Rob." He says, "I'll never be
with Rob again, if you won't either. You're going to eventually decide to
be mine alone, so the sooner the better. It'll be just you and me. Rob's a
big boy, he can handle it and he'll have no trouble replacing the likes of
me. He'll have a hard time replacing you, but he'll find someone almost as
good who will be loyal only to him and then all four of us will have what
we want." I snuggle in against him and in a whiny voice say, "I can't
Ryan. Maybe I want to, but I can't." He says, "Don't whine okay?  You'll do
it when the time is right for you, and I'll wait because, believe me you're
worth the wait. Thanks for wearing my dog collar too." I pick my head up
and kiss the end of his nose saying, "You're welcome. I already told ya I
like wearing it because you used to wear and because it makes you smile
seeing me in it."  He says, "Okay then, I'm totally convinced we know our
roles now, you're properly submissive and fully acknowledge my dominance in
our relationship so there's no longer a need for the token salute when you
see me.  I'm sure of your devotion now. I'm going to give you a hickey like
Rob gives you and I know it'll sting, but I want to give Rob a hint that
you're leaning my way. It's a start anyway. The realization will occur to
you and Rob in time, and like I said, I have the time. Please don't
complain, just know it's my love I'm sucking on your neck, my loving hickey
so you'll know it's mine when you look at yourself in the mirror. I love
you beyond words and when you're all mind I won't need to give you hickeys,
although I imagine you'll ask me to." He gives me a hickey that's bigger
that he normally does, and it stings near the end, but it's still not as
bad as when either Willie or Robby do it. Naturally I don't mention that to
Ryan, just thank him for the hickey and he gets very sweet telling me how
awesome I am and how lucky he is to be my dominant lover. He tells me he's
taken up praying again to thank God for me in his life. That's pretty
nice. He needs to get home for dinner so we get dressed and kiss
goodbye. It's still pouring rain and it's gonna be Rob and Ryan later
tonight. I'm afraid Robby going to again notice Ryan's not an enthusiastic
lover. Ryan fucks me so often he's usually sexually satisfied before his
dates with Rob and I usually am too, but I'm so crazy in love with Robby I
still love his lover's sex. I'm staying in tonight and catching up on
sleep. Ryan or Rob, will I really need to choose? Is Ryan right that I
already have chosen him, but just can't admit it to myself? All I know for
sure is Ryan's made his choice and it's me by a mile. It worries me that
he'll probably be just going through the motions with Robby tonight. Ryan
will probably be thinking about me again like he did when Robby fucked him
before the going away party. I probably could have Ryan wrapped around my
finger is I wanted to; the sub rules the dom. Ha ha. That's not how I roll
though. Just because he's head over heels in love with me doesn't mean I'm
going to take advantage of him. We're equal, the two of us. He maybe is
into me more than I'm into him, but that's no reason for me to gloat. Him
being dominant is our game, nothing more or less than that and it's fun for
both of us. Like we both said, neither one of us is superior or inferior to
the other. He's getting carried away worried I'll become too submissive to
him or anyone else. I know that myself and but he's a tad dramatic about
the sub/dom thing. I let him influence me that it should be a concern for
me. It's good for my ego that both Ryan and Robby want me to be their true
love boyfriend and no one else's.  I need to stay humble and not flaunt
that to either, especially Ryan because I don't want to burst his dom
bubble.


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


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