Date: Sat, 1 Jun 2013 05:36:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO   Chapter  15   by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

				Chapter  15

			     by Donny Mumford


Wow, do I feel good on this beautiful Saturday morning in late
June. Getting to bed around ten o'clock last night has a lot to do with me
feeling rested and ready for anything. Usually Friday nights are late
nights; last night wasn't a late night, but that doesn't mean nothing
happened. Earlier last night Robby and me had dinner at the Olive Garden
with an uninvited guest, Travis Pickles. Uninvited by me, that is. Robby
and Travis planned this get-together in order to convince me that it'd be
okay for Travis to replace Ryan where Robby's concerned. Surprising myself
I discovered it is alright with me because it means more nights for me and
Ryan. The potential problem though is this new arrangement might hurt
Ryan's feelings and erase a lot of his recently acquired positive
self-image, although I have a feeling it won't. After dinner, Robby and I
said goodbye to Travis and later we made hot love in his pickup, and it was
hot in a couple of ways, the sex was hot and so was the weather. The
intriguing aspect of our sex last night is that I did the fucking, and it
was good too 'cause variety usually is good. Maybe Robby and I have been a
little stale or predictable with our sex recently. Hmmm, that doesn't sound
right though because me licking Robby's feet and ass is a fairly new
addition to our love making, not that I did it last night. Another thing,
when Robby's doing the fucking I never once thought, 'This is stale'. So
that's not it. Robby's probably rediscovered that he likes getting fucked
even though he prefers 'topping', it's just that once in a while he wants
to feel a stiff cock up his ass and I can't say I blame him. The downside
to that is Travis must be fucking Robby, which is what probably reawakened
Robby's desire to have me do him occasionally. The Travis connection also
implies Robby has been having sex outside our threesome, which is a little
disappointing, but it isn't bothering me too much and I'm not sure why. Who
knows, maybe it won't bother Ryan too much either, and I'll see about that
this morning. The bottom line, like I said, is that Ryan and me can see
each other twice as much as before. I think that's a good thing and I hope
Ryan sees it that way, too. Of course, for a number of reasons Robby and
Travis might not last long as sex buddies. Travis just broke up with his
long-time boyfriend, but maybe the kid will make a comeback. Travis told me
he can't handle two boyfriends at the same time, so we'll see what happens
if his ex does a reversal. Or, Robby might decide Ryan and I are getting it
on too much and he'll want more dates with me, and maybe even regain his
interest in Ryan. And another potential reason Robby and Travis might not
last is they might discover they're not really into each other as much as
they now think they are. Just because two boys are gay and cute doesn't
mean they're compatible. On the other hand, I suspect Robby's been diddling
with Travis on and off for quite awhile so that third possibility might be
bogus. I'm not much for planning ahead though, so I'm working under the
assumption this change will simply mean increased sex between Ryan and me,
and the same amount of sex for Robby and me. I'm good with that for now, as
I like to take things day by day. Little dominant Ryan is still lighting a
fire in my balls, so even though I'm not horny at the moment I wouldn't
mind a taste of his dominant sex this morning. That thought gets me playing
with myself and chuckling because I'm again considering the possibility I
may be a little bit sex-obsessed. If I am, I don't really care because I'm
having the time of my life and at nineteen I should be having the time of
my life. If not now, then when?

Okay, I had my shower last night so it's a quick trip to the bathroom to do
my business, then I'll text Ryan. Robby wants me to feel Ryan out about
this new arrangement with Travis. It's hard to imagine Ryan not thinking
it's a good thing, or am I giving myself too much credit? After cleaning
myself up in the bathroom, I put on some shorts and a Merrimack T-shirt and
slip into sandals, then make some coffee and take my steaming cup to the
balcony with my cell phone to smoke a cigarette and text. Lighting my
smoke, then tasting my yucky instant coffee, I text: 'Ryan, are you up?
Call me. Love Dylan.'  Two minutes later my cell phone rings, but it's not
Ryan. I stare at the caller ID groping myself because it's Willie who's
calling. Biting my bottom lip, I answer, "Hello, stranger," and Willie
says, "Hi yourself. Dylan. Hey, how come you haven't called me? It's been a
goddamn month. I was positive you'd need to call and beg me to dominate
your ass like you love and need. Whassup with that?" I go, "Um, hi
Willie. How ya been?" He says, "I've been getting dominated by a sex buddy
of my freakin' neighbor. My old time submissive self used to get dominated
by the kid next door and he picked up on it six weeks ago. I told you about
that on our last date at that dumpy motel. The thing is, my neighbor's now
passed me on to one of his dominant friends and this guy is so hot he's got
me wearing a dog collar. In the process I've learned some new moves that
I'm gonna use on you, so you're benefitting from my experience as much as I
am. I'd forgotten how lucky submissive boys like you are. It's really hot
and I'm willing to share it with you if you ask me real nicely and
apologize for not calling me." I go, "Huh. Well, you told me not to call
you for one thing, and for another I have a new and improved dominant sex
partner, plus I'm tighter than ever with my main boyfriend, Robby. The long
and the short of it is I gotta say it's been great, Willie, I've had a lot
of awesome times with you, but I've moved on. I still have a nice feeling
in my heart for you and I thank you for that. We're young, Willie, so you
know how it goes, we change our minds sometimes." Willie goes, "Jesus, that
surprises the hell out of me, but you're right about the changing minds
part; look at me, I've gone back to being submissive. I'm sexually double
dipping now. Okay, I'm not going to throw a ram over this temporary brain
fart of yours, and I'm not going to talk you into seeing me to discuss
it. If I did that you'd change your mind again and find yourself spending
the weekend in my bed. No, I'm not going to bother. What I am going to do
is tell you that I'm here for you when you need me, and I return your
thanks with thanks of my own to you. You're an extremely special lover and
I'm not surprised another dominant type has got you under his thumb, but
you'll find in time that you miss me and the things we do together. All you
need to do is call and I'll come pick you up. Any kind of trouble you find
yourself in, whenever, just call me and I'll get you out of it. I still
love you and I'll say goodbye on that note." I say, "I love you in a way
too, Willie. Thanks for the get-out-of-jail-free card. I appreciate the way
you're acting about this awkward situation and you're probably right, I
will need to call you sometime or other. Goodbye for now." And he just hits
'end' button on his cell without uttering another word. I think he was more
upset about my rejection than he let on. I say that because his voice
sounded funny at the end. Hmmm, yeah but his crying-sounding voice might be
one of Willie's tricks to get me to do what he wants. He knows me very well
and he'll know I feel badly about blowing him off like that. He'll know I'm
thinking about all the things he's done for me and the trips and presents
he's given me. He knows I'll have a guilty conscience about just saying
'no' to him. And he's right on every count, but I'm not going to do what I
want to do, which is call him back to somehow do the 'no thanks' more
graciously, and with more appreciation of things he's done for me. If I do
that, he'll talk me into seeing him and then where will I be? Lost, I'll be
lost, so I'm not doing it. Damn, I feel bad though. What if it wasn't an
act and he really is heartbroken?

Thinking about Willie, I'm pulling on my lip while staring at my cell
phone, almost ready to call him back when I'm saved by the bell, as my cell
phone rings and it's Ryan this time. I excitedly go, "Hiya, hottie! How ya
doing this morning?" Ryan says, "Damn, I like your nicknames for me,
Dylan. They make me feel so good. The nicknames my old dominant sex
partners used to call me weren't good ones at all; they reinforced my poor
self image and convinced me that I wasn't worthy of being treated any
better than the way they treated me. You're the opposite. You and Rob have
changed my life and it makes me feel like crying with appreciation
sometimes. Embarrassing to admit that, but there it is. I'm doing
excellent, thank you for asking. Mostly I'm doing excellent because I'm
talking to you, although I am a little horny, too." I go, "Well, that's an
unexpected news flash, Ryan... haha. You and me are always horny, we're
simpatico like that." He chuckles, "Yeah, convenient isn't it? You're the
best thing that's ever happened to me and I can thank Rob for that." I go,
"I'm enjoying our mutual admiration society, Ryan, shall we continue it
over breakfast at the Pancake House?" He's like, "Awesome idea! I haven't
had pancakes in, um, too long. I'll pick you up in fifteen minutes. Hey, my
dad's buying me a car, or leasing me one. I'm wicked excited." Thinking,
'it's about time,' I say, "That is awesome. What kind of car?" He says,
"Get this, it's a Mini Cooper convertible." Hmm, I'm freakin' jealous, but
sound excited for him as I say, "That's so cool, Ryan, I'm happy for
you. When you getting it?" He says, "This afternoon when my dad finishes
work. He needs to work in his office this morning." Well, it'll be cool
riding shotgun in that vehicle, fer sure. We both say, "See ya soon,
boyfriend," then end the call. Damn, he's lucky, but his dad's rich and
that's what rich dads do, they buy their only son a car.  At least it seems
that way. I don't actually know too many rich kids. I consider putting
mousse in my hair to look cool for Ryan, but don't because we're getting
our haircuts today and I don't want Robby to think I'm disrespecting
him. He said he's done telling us what kind of haircuts to get, and to come
to think of it, maybe the threesome's done too. If Robby drops Ryan for
Travis, like he's going to do, where's that leave the threesome? That makes
me sad because I've come to feel comfortable with our threesome and with
Robby in charge. Damn, it didn't even last a month into the summer. I can't
say I expected this abrupt ending, it's like it just, um, fizzled out. A
shame really, but things change quickly with us teenagers. Looking at my
reflection in the mirror and running my fingers through me hair, I'm
considering what kind of haircut would look cool and then it hits me:
Whatever kind I want, Ryan will fuck it up. Best to get a simple buzz cut
which even Ryan can't fuck up too badly. Oh well, who do I want to impress
anyway? It's just Ryan and me, and Robby and me, with no more alley-catting
so what does it matter what my hair looks like?

I wait for fifteen minutes, then go outside and start down the steps to
meet Ryan. He said he'd be here in fifteen minutes, but with Ryan's
super-cautious driving it'll be closer to twenty. Right on the dot of my
estimated time of arrival he drives around the corner with me standing at
the bottom of the steps. I can see sunlight shining off his new eyeglasses
that are identical to his old ones except with new prescription
lenses. Teens' eyes need to be checked every year in Massachusetts if you
want new glasses; it's the law. Obviously a law passed by the optometrist
lobby at the state house. We've got a lot of laws and a lot of taxes in
this state; bad drivers too. Since the invention of the cell phone,
citizens here have sacrificed turn-signal usage in favor of holding their
cell phone to their ear. It's apparently become impossible to drive
anywhere unless you're also talking on your cell phone, or texting, which
is even worse. Cell phones are okay, but it's against the law to wear
headphones for some reason - maybe just to have another law. Ryan's smile
is bright as I saunter towards him returning his smile with one of my
own. At his car I go to the driver's window, which Ryan's putting down for
a kiss 'hello', which we do with a smacking sound when our lips part. He
tastes and smells good so I kiss him again. Ryan's in his bossy frame of
mind as he says, "That's enough, Dylan, get in the car," and that gets my
dick moving; this is so much fun for me. I scamper around the other side of
the car and get in sliding right over to put my arm around the back of his
neck, asking, "One more kiss, please," and he grins, then leans his head
over to give me his magical one-minute kiss that raises a boner in my
pants. It's awkward though because the gear shift, in between the bucket
seats, is poking my side. Done the kiss, I stare at him saying, "Nobody can
kiss like you, Ryan, nobody." He says, "At least something good came out of
my bondage years as a submissive to those animals. I can't believe I ever
let them do to me what they did." I go, "Was it harsher treatment than the
dominant fucks you lay on me?" He laughs, "Get serious! I'd never do to you
what they did to me. I don't like hurting you even though it's part of the
role playing, and even if you say you don't mind. I just don't want to hurt
you. I want to treasure you as the extremely rare bit of good luck that I
think you are, the luckiest thing that's ever happened to me. You and Rob,
but you especially, Dylan, I love you to a scary degree." Ruffling his soft
short hair, I say, "I love you too, you sexy thing," and we kiss
again. Then I say, "Can you fuck me someplace this morning, Ryan?" He goes,
"You know I'd love to, but where? My mom's home and it'd be mighty
suspicious if we locked ourselves in my bedroom." I go, "Yeah, and my mom's
home too. She leaves for work around four usually, but I never know when my
brother will bop in." Ryan says, "Let's think about it over breakfast," and
he starts checking traffic carefully before pulling out, muttering, "Put on
your seatbelt," then slowly pulls away from the curb and we're on our way.

During the drive I try to think how best to bring up the Travis and Robby
situation. While I mull that over, Ryan's telling me about him and his
friend Felix from North Andover, and Felix's girlfriend, who all went to a
party last night. The party was thrown by another friend of Felix's who
lives in Weston, which isn't far from Framingham so Felix picked up Ryan
and brought him to the party, too. Very nice of him I must say. Felix is a
good kid, and he and Ryan are tight even though Felix knows Ryan's gay,
which makes me like Felix even more. The gist of the story is that Ryan
tried dancing using the rudimentary lesson I gave him at Connor and
Dodger's going-away party, and he apparently got to be a pretty good dancer
by the end of the party. This doesn't surprise me because he had some
natural rhythm when I was teaching him some steps and he looked pretty
good. Connor, not so much, but I think Cory did pretty well at it too. Of
course, I was a bit tipsy so I may be getting Connor and Cory's dancing
abilities mixed up, but not Ryan's. I paid closer attention to Ryan. At the
Pancake House, we get seated and while we wait for a waitress, I say, "I
need to ask you something Ryan, and it has to do with you and Robby, er,
Rob." He goes, "Shoot," and I hesitate, then, "Well, Rob is under the
impression you've lost interest in him. This is between you and me, by the
way. Why do you think he feels that way?" Ryan shakes his head, then
mutters, "Damn, I thought I fooled him, but the fire has just gone out,
Dylan. I still love him for what he's done for me, especially getting you
and me together. I thank God for that every night, but damn, the last thing
I want to do is make him feel bad. I feel awful about this. How can it
happen so quickly, Dylan? One week I think he walks on water and I can't
wait to be fucked by him and the next week it's like, um, nothing's there."
He's distressed, mumbling, "I don't even feel like eating now. Dammit!" I
say, "I'm sorry to ruin your breakfast, but it's not as bad as you think."
His eyes open wide, "Tell me!" So I continue, "Well, Rob's reconnected with
a guy he's known for a couple of years, and who he's messed around with
sexually in the past. I don't know the details and probably wouldn't like
them if I knew them, but that's neither here nor there. Last night Rob
asked me if there's a way he could include this new kid into his sex life,
you know, for buddy sex. Well, there's no way really, and that's obviously
because the three of us have promised to keep our sex inside our
threesome. He knows you've lost interest in him, and he understands things
like that happens with us teens, but what's he to do now? I sure don't
know, but I thought you might have an idea." Ryan frowns and sits back in
his chair thinking. He plays with his bottom lip pulling on it absently
with his forefinger and thumb, which is what he does when he's
thinking. I've found myself doing that lip pulling too. I'm always
emulating my little dom. Finally he says, "You're right, there's nothing he
can do except drop me and have more sex with you, which will probably make
both of you happy, but not necessarily me." I say, "Or, wait a second, you
gave me an idea; we could make an exception and let him have buddy sex with
Travis, that's the kids name, instead of with you." Ryan frowns again
pulling on his lip looking cute enough to lick, then he brightens, pushes
his glasses up his cute little nose, saying, "Yeah, and you and me would be
the two having more sex together. How 'bout that?" I frown and pull on my
lip making Ryan chuckle, then I say, "Yeah, that'd work just great from my
point of view. Damn, good idea." He beams, then mutters, "It's breaking up
our threesome, you realize that, don't ya?" Making a face, I mumble, "Yes,
but what can we do?" He says, "And Rob won't be in charge anymore." I go,
"He won't be in charge of you, but he's in charge of his and my
relationship, and I like it that way." Ryan smiles, "And I'm in charge of
your's and mine, so you're not in charge of anything." He's grinning, as I
go, "And that's exactly the way I like it."

The waitress shows up just as Ryan's solved the problem which wasn't hard
to do because, from the somewhat distorted facts presented by me, it's the
only logical conclusion. It's the only one that benefits Ryan, I mean. He
does want more time with me it seems, so we all win. Ryan orders corned
beef hash, which comes with two fried eggs and pancakes on the side. I
gotta go with that too, plus coffees. We chat away about our probable
increased schedule of sexual activities and decide for this morning we'll
be adventurous and drive to Ryan's aunt's house on route 30 in Weston, as
it's secluded with no close neighbors. His aunt and uncle are on Cape Cod,
so no one's there. Ryan decides he'll drive around to the back of the empty
house and he'll fuck me in the back seat of his car. We're both excited
about this ballsy move and we discuss how to do it in Ryan's mom's small
car, finally deciding I'll sit on Ryan's lap, facing him, with his boner up
my ass while I ride it. Not much different than we've done during some of
his dominant fucks with me. Our food comes as we finish describing our
plan, but it seems the waitress heard some of it so Ryan and I are both
blushing, looking at anything but her. She's a little brisk while serving
our food and pouring our coffees and when she leaves, Ryan says, "That rude
service will be reflected in her tip," and the serious way he said that
gets me laughing and we end up in that silly position of contagious
laughter at something that isn't even funny. Sometimes teens slip back a
few years in their maturity level and act like kids. Embarrassing sure, but
we really don't give a shit when it's all said and done. The corned beef
hash is a major disappointment. It's one of those things you think is going
to be much better tasting than it is. The fried eggs are fine, and as for
the pancakes, with the help of most of a container of imitation maple syrup
we both manage to eat all five of the soggy cakes. Ryan asks, "How many
hours ago do you suppose these pancakes were on the griddle?" I go, "Hours?
How about days?" and we get the giggles again. We don't stiff the waitress
when splitting the bill. Back in his car, I say, "Oh, here's some more news
along the lines of Rob not being in charge any longer, we can get whatever
haircut we want today. It doesn't need to be the short burr." Ryan blinks,
starts the car, then looks at me. "Um, Dylan, did you forget I'm in charge
of you for things like haircuts?" I go, "Oh, well yeah, but I thought..."
and my sentence trails off. He goes, "I'm sorry, but I don't know how to
cut a flattop and I don't know what I was thinking trying to get Rob to
change his mind about that. No, I want to try again with the short burr for
you, that's what you're getting. I'll be better at cutting your hair each
time as I get more experience." He's so sincere, and he's supposed to be in
charge, so I say, "Oh, sure, Ryan. That makes the most sense. No problem."
He asks, "Really? Because I really want to do it better this time and I
really like giving you haircuts." I say, "Yeah, you decide." He checks both
directions twice, mumbles, "Okay, then," and slowly leaves the parking lot.

My stupid submissive fetish gets me in jams like this haircut fiasco, but I
gotta take the good with the bad. I wonder if it's something I'll grow out
of or if it'll be with me always. And, what the hell caused it anyway? It
wasn't Willie's fault although he certainly expanded it to the max. No, I
had a propensity for being submissive way back to the days Carl Denton was
dominating my ass, so it's my brain; my brain's wired that way and there's
not a hell of a lot I can do about it. Most of the time I don't want to do
anything about it anyway, because it's fun. Ryan carefully drives us onto
route 30 and after a few cautious miles, with cars backed up behind Ryan's
and no car in front of us, he pulls off onto a driveway I wouldn't have
noticed otherwise. It's a long driveway that must cost a lot to plow in the
winter with all the snow we normally get around here. When we get to the
house it's a surprisingly small ranch style place. Small for being in
Weston, which is one of the richest towns in Massachusetts. Ryan drives
around to the back of the house and parks. He said this place is isolated
which is actually an understatement. Jeez, I wouldn't want to live
here. Ryan puts down the windows, then turns the car off and it's dead
silent and kind of spooky. Dense trees surround us as I look around, then
look at Ryan. He asks, "Did you wear my dog collar to bed last night?" I
go, "Yep, I slept in it. It feels good and reminds me of you." He says, "I
want you to do me a favor, will you?" I say, "Sure, Ryan," and he says,
"Wear it to work Monday," just like that, and a buzzing starts up it my
balls. He stares into my eyes with no particular expression on his
face. When I hesitate, he says, "Actually, I'm telling you to wear it
Monday, not asking you." I grope my dick, gulping, still unable to say
anything because the authoritative inflection in his voice has me feeling
very submissive and as I've often mentioned it's a awesome sensation, and
sexy as hell. Our surroundings and the dead silence adds to my strange
state of mind. He continues staring into my eyes and I finally squeak out,
"Okay, I will." He nods his head and says, "Good. Since I'm not doing any
spanking or ball crunching, I need to do something that will enable you to
realize your fetish or I'd be letting you down and this is all I can think
of. If you don't want to do it, I'll try to think of something else. My
past experience isn't helpful to me with this because I'm in love with you
and none of the dominant guys I was with even liked me, never mind loved
me. That's why in the beginning with you I only knew the mean dominant
stuff to do, but I can't make myself hurt you anymore. To tell you the
truth, I don't even need to be the dominant one to you, except I know you
really like it and maybe you'd lose interest in me if I stopped. Would you
lose interest in me?" That's a good question, I wonder what the answer is?
I don't know of course, so I tell him that, "I don't really know, Ryan." He
says, "That's why I'm afraid to stop the dominant shit, but I'd love you no
matter what. Like I said earlier, it's scary how much I love you. It
consumes me like nothing else ever has." I don't know what to say to that,
except, "I love you, too." He asks, "Do you understand love? 'Cause I
don't." I go, "No, it's a mystery to me. Nobody understands it; nobody I've
ever talked to about it anyway. My brother wonder's if he'll ever be in
romantic love, and I'm always in love with one boy or another; sometimes
more then one at the same time." He says, "Get in the back seat and take
everything off."

I gulp, get out and get in the back seat; it's a small four door car. From
the front seat, Ryan watches me undress, asking, "Your choice: do you want
a dominant fuck or a recreational one?" I pull on my lip thinking about
that, knowing I'm going to say 'dominant', but trying to talk myself out of
it. Finally I say, "Dominant," and he goes, "I thought you'd say that so I
brought a couple of toys, but I wish you'd chosen the recreation sex." I
whine, "It's my damn submissive fetish, Ryan, pleeeezzze." He shrugs,
saying, "Okay, but try not to get into it as much as last time and I'll try
not to get carried away, but it gets to me when you're really submissive
and it's hard for me not to go too far with it." I go, "No problem, I got
it under control this time." He says, "This is it for a week; I'm sticking
to the once a week schedule for dominant fucks because it scared me how
submissive you got before work yesterday." I mumble, "I won't be like that
again, Ryan, don't worry." He says, "Good. Okay, I'll do my best to satisfy
your submissive side, but I'm not gonna be the one who hurts you, you can
do that yourself if you must. Finish getting undressed." When I'm naked, he
opens the glove box and takes out the butt plug he used last time, flips it
to me and says, "Get on your hands and knees on the seat and screw this
butt plug in your ass. I want all of it inside you, right to the collar." I
nod my head as my cock gets stiff. On my hands and knees I reach back and
insert the butt plug. Ryan says, "Twist it, like you're screwing in a light
bulb, that's the best way to get that fat plug in." I start doing that and
soon it's stretching my anus painfully so I rest a second with Ryan staring
at me intently. I stare back, looking him in the eyes, then twist the plug
some more. It feels like I have a can of Coke up my ass before I feel the
collar of the plug flush against my buttocks. Ryan mutters, "Good," then
tosses the ball gag back to me, saying, "Work this inside your mouth and
secure the straps tightly behind your head so the ball is pressing against
the gag reflex area of your throat." Opening my mouth insanely wide I force
the funky smelling ball past my teeth then, resting on my elbows and knees
now, I use both hands behind my head to secure the velcro strips. He says,
"Tighter," so I redo the straps around my head and I'm gagging like mad
now. He mutters, "Just take it." My cock's as hard as a steel poker as
tears run down my face caused by the gagging. Concentrating on relaxing I'm
able to stop the gagging, but it's still extremely uncomfortable. Ryan
says, "Sit on the seat and get used to your butt plug," so I sit and try
screaming because the plug pushes further inside my rectum into an area
that hasn't opened to accommodate it. My scream comes out as an airy
wheeze. The pain passes rather quickly, but I've never felt so filled-up
back there. This is the first time an entire plug's been up my ass, and I
put it there. The plug presses against my prostate and when I squirm on the
seat the plug massages it so I let out a breathy sigh. Ryan gets out of the
front seat and gets in the back, saying, "Take my sneakers and socks off,"
so I do that, and he says, "Smell them," which I do. Regular foot smell,
not bad at all. "Take my T-shirt off," and I do that. My boner's so hard,
up against my stomach, that it barely moves as I undress Ryan on my
knees. His skinny chest is hairless, his arms thin, but stronger than they
look. "Now my pants," so I pull his shorts over his thin waist and he lifts
his ass off the seat so I can take the shorts off the rest of the way. Then
the same procedure for his jockey shorts and there's his big fat cock,
partially stiff, and his large sac of nuts looking bigger than usual for
reasons unknown. His pubes have grown out the same amount as Robby's and
mine, about a half inch.  As I get back on my hands and knees, he asks, "Is
the ball gag gagging you still?" I shake my head, "no" and he says, "Good,
you can take it out now. I used it to help you get very submissive. Did it
work?" That's when I realize how deeply submissive I feel towards Ryan. I
nod my head up and down real fast like he does when excited, and unfasten
the straps to work the ball past my teeth. It's a relief having it out, but
it left a bad taste in my mouth.

Ryan sits on the seat with his back against the side window and his legs
stretched out in front of him, on the seat. His feet extend between my arms
as I'm still on all fours. Ryan says, "Stay on your hands and knees, but
get on the floor, can't you see I'm on the seat and need the space you're
in?" Basically I fall off the seat trying to get on the floor on all fours,
and then scramble around to get back on my hands and knees. "Lick my feet
and legs, I want to feel a lot of saliva, too." Stifling a whimper of
submission I do long laps on his foot, then the soles of his feet. Doing it
a second time leaves them wet with saliva. Sucking on the toes of one foot,
licking them when they're in my mouth, causes whimpers of submission I
stifled earlier to leak out. I want to suck on his toes longer, but he
says, "Now the toes on my other foot." When they're in my mouth it takes
all my willpower not to stroke my aching stretched boner. Ryan snaps,
"Enough, now my legs." I lick from his foot to his knee with my tongue way
out, flat on his thin calf, up and over the slight definition in his very
nice calf. The short pale hairs are standing up by the time I've covered
his leg with saliva, and then the same for his other leg. When the short
pale hairs on that leg are licked enough to stand up, I suck on one of his
knees and then the other. Ryan's cock is hard by now and I see him stroking
it slowly with a low moan coming from his throat. That makes me moan and
lick up his thigh and suck on his scrotum when I get to it. He tightens his
stomach muscles, squirms on the seat and grunts, "Just my legs; I'll tell
you when you can suck my cock and balls." Another submissive whimper from
me, but it's more from the pleasure of feeling the way I do and the
pleasure I get tasting his body. Licking down his thigh to his knee and
then up to his crotch, my nose pokes his cock and balls and I inhale his
sexy scent, then lick back down to his knee. My eyes are half closed as I
absorb my submissive state into my brain, feeling slightly dizzy and
disoriented. I know I'm getting too submissive again but I'm past the
tipping point and unable to reverse this submissive trance. It's fantastic,
like I'm on some kind of strong drug like LSD. The lapping goes on and on
with me inhaling the scent of Ryan's crotch each time my nose pokes his
junk. Ryan turns on his side, facing the back of the seat, saying, "Rim my
ass good." It's hot again today and we're both perspiring, adding to the
sexiness for me. His ass is sweaty from sitting bare ass on the leatherette
seat. I lick all over both buttocks, then go up on my knees so I can use my
hands to spread his ass cheeks and do a long slow lick up his entire ass
crack, right over his stinky anus. Acrid shit taste as usual. Five licks up
his ass crack and then I suck on the lips of his anus until they're clean
and quivering. Both buttocks are covered with my spit and Ryan's
goosebumps. He's been moaning quietly for a while now although I don't know
when exactly it started. Long, "Mmmmm, oooooh," from Ryan as his body moves
from him stroking his cock. Sucking on his asshole getting it slippery with
spit I get my tongue in and lick out the remnants from his last bowel
movement and then rim him until he yells, "Stop! I'm gonna cum." I go back
on all fours whimpering, then lick my own arm.

Getting back in his sitting position, Ryan snaps out, "Stop that!" so I
look at him stupidly and he says, "You may suck my cock and balls now; suck
my balls first and then suck my cock until I cum in your mouth." I whimper
and take one stroke on my boner that's wet with precum that's drooled from
the pee slit and downwards on the shaft, towards my scrotum and on the
inside of both thighs. Then I begin lapping his nuts and finally get one
nut in my mouth to suck and lick. Then the second one and I'd be content
sucking his ball forever it seems, but he says, "Now my cock." It too is
wet with precum that I suck off and swallow, then suck the head into my
throat and begin bobbing my head forward and back, fucking my throat with
his cock. Finally I can't resist sucking and licking just the big swollen
head of his cock. Ryan's making constant sounds of sexual pleasure getting
close to orgasm. He's doing non-stop rubbing of my hair, the back of my
neck and both of my shoulders. "Ooooh, mmmm, ahhhh, mmm, yeah, oooh yeah,
suck my big cock, ooooh," and on it goes until he humps his hips forward
pushing his cock in my throat, makes a long, "Unnnnnnngh," and pours spunk
down my throat. He jerks back, then thrust forward for another long string
of cum that floods my mouth, goes up my sinuses, and out my nose. I suck on
the head of his cock as I'm blowing strongly through both nostrils with his
cum spurting out of my nose in creamy strings. More moaning from Ryan and
then four little spurts of cum and he's done. My eyes go to his in a haze
and I see his eyes look strange as he takes deep breaths. Still in my hazy
trance I suck weakly on his cock as it loses a lot of it's hardness. When
Ryan's breathing is close to normal he closes his eyes leaning back against
the side window and sighs. I hold his fairly limp cock in my mouth, not
sure what to do next as I swallow the remnants of cum in my mouth. I
swallow again and realize Ryan's peeing in my mouth and the submission
reaches a new depth as cum spurts from my cock, then another spurt, then a
long stream of cum streaks up onto my stomach and chest as I moan with
sensations of orgasm mixing with the taste of Ryan's pee. His eyes snap
open, he gasps, then yells, "Oh, no," as I swallow a mouthful of
urine. Blinking my eyes coming out of my trance, stroking my throbbing
boner, shocked that I need to swallow more urine. I can see Ryan's stomach
muscles tighten as he slows up the pee flow, muttering, "Oh no," again. He
flings opens the door pulling his cock from my mouth, and a weak pee stream
crosses my face as he turns in the seat and pees out the door. I'm wiping
my mouth with the back of my hand wondering how this happened, still
stroking my cock as I stare at the early spurts of cum that plopped from my
cock to land on the floor. The rest of my orgasm drools down my
torso. After he finishes peeing, Ryan turns back to me and he's mad now,
with tears of rage running down his face. He's shouting, "No more of this
dominant sex! You got carried away again and so did I. Fuck! This is
awful." I'm stunned. Ryan wipes his eyes by rubbing his forearm across
them. He grabs his shorts and takes out his handkerchief and wipes my face
muttering, "I'm so sorry, Dylan. You poor thing," then he's hugging my head
and kissing my cheek as I'm still on my knees on the floor. "Oh God, this
is so terrible, Dylan. I said I wouldn't do anything to you like they did
to me and then I do just that. I suck!" I still don't have my voice and I
still can taste his piss. Ryan spits on his handkerchief and wipes at
something on my lips, then he's hugging me again saying how bad he feels
about this and it'll never happen again and how sorry he is. "I lost it,
Dylan, completely lost my mind this time. We're dangerous together doing
that sub/dom shit and I'm not doing it anymore. This is it!"

One more swipe of his handkerchief across my lips and I shake my head
clearing it. Opening my eyes wide, then my mouth I come completely out of
my submissive haze, and say, "I'm sorry, Ryan. I guess I can't control
myself like I thought I could." He says, "It's not you I'm mad at, it's me,
but I yelled at you. What a shit I am." I stand up and hug his head to my
belly, saying, "Don't be like that, Ryan. You're not a shit, you're
awesome." He yells again, "I peed in you mouth, fer chrissakes." I say,
"Yeah, I guess you did, but I read somewhere that urine is sterile." He
calms his voice down to say, "That's not the point, Dylan, I couldn't
control myself and I'm supposed to be able to, so I'm not fit to be a
dominant sex partner, especially not for you. You're so, um, delicious, to
use your word, that I can't help myself, so no more dominant sex. Okay?" I
say, "Sure, if you don't want to, neither do I." Sitting next to him I
cuddle with him, saying, "It's alright, Ryan, no harm done." He says, "No
more, you agreed, right?" I say, "Sure, I agree," and kiss him, then say,
"Maybe you don't want to kiss me since I cleaned your ass and drank your
pee." I say it seriously, but I'm joking with him to lessen the serious
mood. He looks startled, then I grin and we both laugh, with me saying,
"Potty mouths don't get kissed," then we do kiss, a long luxurious
kiss. Our lips make a wet sound when they part and he whispers, "I love
you, Dylan, I've never loved anyone close to how much I love you. I didn't
know it was possible to love someone this much." I say, "Ya got a strange
way of showing it, peeing in my mouth and all." Ryan smiles, saying, "You
make a joke out of it so I won't feel so bad, but it's you who should be
really mad at me. Instead you try to make me feel better. You're
something." I go, "I know," and we smile at each other, still with our arms
around one another, then one of Ryan's magical kisses and my dick moves. We
kiss for awhile, but we're sticky with sweat, piss, and cum. "We're a total
disaster, Dylan," then he looks out the window, and says, "The hose. We can
wash ourselves with their garden hose. He takes my hand and we get out of
the car to walk naked on the hot blacktop of the driveway to a neatly wound
garden hose attached to an outside faucet. "This is gonna feel cold, Dylan,
but we gotta clean up a little." He turns it on and the water's warm; the
water in the hose, heated by the sun, comes out first, then it's cold.

Ryan adjusts the nozzle changing from a spray to a hard tight stream,
moving it around my body. "Lower your head, Dylan," and when I do he
directs the stream to the top of my head, then changes the nozzle to a
broader, less forceful flow to wash my face. "Turn around," and he directs
the flow of water up and down my back. When I'm sopping wet and clean Ryan
gets playful and directs the sharp narrow, forceful stream of water on my
asshole and he runs around in front to catch my cock and balls with me
yelling at him. We start giggling as I run around the driveway, Ryan
chasing me with the hose. Once again we're like nine year olds playing in
water. With Ryan not expecting it, I suddenly stop and run at him, right
into the hard stream of water and capture the hose directing the water on
him and now he's running around trying to avoid the sharp stream of
water. By the time we're tired of doing this childish activity we're both
totally saturated and quite clean. Ryan gets a rag from the trunk, wets it,
and cleans the cum and pee front the backseat, mumbling, "Glad I'm getting
my car today; I don't want to drive this toilet around." We laugh, in good
moods again. Then we light cigarettes and sit on a brick wall in the sun
drying off, while chatting about his new car, until I hear my cell phone
announcing someone is calling me. I jog over to the car and fish my cell
phone from the pocket of my shorts, and say, "Hello, boyfriend." It's
Robby, and he goes, "Where you guys at?" I go, "Um, Ryan had to do
something at his aunt's house in Weston. They're on vacation or something."
Not really a lie, just a bit disingenuous. Robby asks, "Did you feel Ryan
out about, you know, Travis?" I go, "Yeah, I sorta let him come to the same
conclusion you and I talked about and while he was a little disappointed at
first, he's good with it now." Ryan has wandered over, "Is that, Rob?" I
nod, as Robby's asking, "When can we do the haircuts and pubes shaving?" I
say, "Ryan's dad is buying Ryan a car this afternoon and my mom leaves for
work about four, so after those two things happen we're good to go." Ryan
says, "Let me talk to him." I go, "Ryan wants to talk to you, Rob," and
hand Ryan the phone. We're totally dry now so I start getting dressed as
Ryan says, "Hi Rob, sorry I disappointed you and I'll miss being with you,
but I understand. I'll love you as a awesome friend if you'll let me." Then
he listens, nodding his head as if Robby can see him. Robby has a lot to
say with Ryan every once in awhile mumbling, "Thanks, Rob, that's sweet of
you," or, "I feel the same way, and thanks for saying that." So it appears
their break-up is an amicable one and thank God for that. I still can't
believe how fast it happened and I'll miss our threesome, I really will. We
were our own little unique clique; it's the only clique I've ever been
in. Our threesome was successful for four months which is amazing when you
think about it; not too many kids could pull this off and be willing to
sacrifice and compromise like the three of us did. I came to love it, but
it's left me in a quandary of what to do about being in love with both
Robby and Ryan. I know it's Robby I'll be with for years, but how long
Robby and I can continue with sex on the side of our love affair remains to
be seen. As I've said any number of times, I'm not a long range planner so
for now I'll enjoy the awesomeness of loving two boys seemingly equally,
and both of them loving me back maybe even more than I love them. They're
quite different, but both wonderful and totally sexy as far as I'm
concerned. It's an embarrassment of riches for me in that regard.

Ryan finally says, "Bye, Rob, me too," and hits the 'end' button on the
cell phone. He hands me the phone saying, "Rob wants you to call him when
we're ready for the haircuts." I ask, "How'd the conversation go?" "It
couldn't have gone any better considering Rob and I basically broke up. He
says he loves me as a friend and he apologized for losing interest in me
sexually, inferring it's basically because I lost interest in him, and I
see his point, but it does kinda hurt to be dumped." Ryan looks a little
hurt too, so I hug him around the shoulders, saying, "Actually, sexy, it's
a hazy area who dumped who first, ya know?" He grins, "You're always trying
to cheer me up, ain't cha?" I go, "Yeah, you're my dom, I gotta be
attentive." He asks, "Can I just be your boyfriend? I fucked up that dom
thing." I smile, muttering, "Okay, you're not my dom, you're my boyfriend,
but ya still gotta be in charge." He grins, "Oh, goody, I like being in
charge. It's like Rob says, "You claim we're in charge, but only because
you say so, which actually makes you the one in charge, not us." I go, "Ya
gotta stop listening to Rob about who's in charge, he's confused about
that." Ryan chuckles, mumbling, "No, he's not." I finish getting dressed as
Ryan gets dressed, saying, "I can't wait to give you your haircut and since
I'm in charge, I'm ordering you to like it no matter how it turns out!" He
chuckles as I say, "Yes, boss." Fully dressed, which consists of shorts,
underwear, and T-shirt, Ryan says, "Let me run my fingers through your
pretty hair." I stand at attention making Ryan snicker, and he runs his
fingers through my hair as I say, "I have cool hair, not pretty hair." Ryan
says, "It feels good, but I like it bristly, which it will be when I'm done
with it this afternoon." My arms go around his neck as I lower my face to
his and we kiss for five or six delightful minutes, then his cell phone
rings. It's his dad, he's ready to go get the car. Ryan's understandably
excited and we do a quick last kiss, get in his car, and roar down route 30
at two miles an hour under the speed limit. At my condo we kiss goodbye and
I get out of the car. As we wave goodbye to each other, I go up the steps
playing with myself thinking about how sexy it was with Ryan today. He's
the only person who ever pissed in my mouth and he was mortified he did it,
but it was kind of very intimately dominant of him and submissive of me to
take the accidental peeing so well. I'm wondering which is more submissive,
drinking Ryan's pee or cleaning his ass with my tongue? Seems it's still
probably rimming. In my bedroom I Google 'drinking urine' and find most
agree it's sterile and drinking a healthy person's urine is harmless
assuming your kidneys are functioning properly. Still, why do it? That's a
good question. How about, 'because I feel like it,' haha.

The hose-down got most of the pee and cum off us, but I take a shower
anyway, and shampoo so Ryan has clean hair to cut. He's a unique boy
alright and I'm really attached to him; Ryan grows on ya. On me anyway, as
I love the kid to death. Putting on clean shorts I go outside for a
cigarette and run into Chubby, who's just come up the steps. We say 'hi'
and have a hug with me asking, "Where you coming from, bro?" Chubby says, "
I worked all morning for Mary Jo's father. That man's a hard worker and so
are his employees so there's usually a few hours work for me most days. He
says I do a good job." I go, "That's almost as good as a raise, ain't it?"
Chubby says, "No, it's not," and we chuckle, with me saying, "I knew that."
Chubby says, "You wanna come to the mall with me?" I go, "Sure thing," and
he goes, "I gotta pee wicked bad first, I'll be right back," and he goes
into my condo to use my bathroom. He's back in two minutes taking my
cigarette from my fingers and smoking it as we go down the steps. I ask,
"How come you didn't pee at Mary Jo's house?" He says, "The bathroom's on
the other side of the house and I might have run into Mary Jo or her
mother." I go, "Oh," as if that fully explains it. My next question is,
"What do ya need at the mall?" Chubby mutters, "Sneakers, well I don't
really need them as much I just feel like spending some of my
money. Working two jobs, I deserve some kinda treat, ya know?" I go, "Oh,"
and we get in the Jeep with Chubby driving, naturally. I ask, "Have you
decided what car you want that I'll pay half of?" He asks, "Do ya think you
can see your way to paying the whole cost of my new car?" I say, "Probably
not," then I tell him about Ryan's dad buying him a Mini Cooper convertible
and Chubby shakes his head, muttering, "Fuckin' rich kids," and I go,
"Yeah, they make me jealous, but you can't blame them." What I don't tell
him about is the revamping of the threesome because Chubby's always said it
wouldn't last long, plus I think our new arrangement is even crazier than
our old one.

I like going to the mall and checking for cute boys around my own
age. We're walking by a hair salon for women. It has an open front and a
big woman's standing at the opening. She calls inside, "How much you you
charge for a shampoo and a blow job?" Chubby and I stop and exchange smirks
as the woman's face turns scarlet with embarrassment. We hear laughter
coming from the salon, but the big woman probably didn't because she's
hustling down the mall leaving heat in her wake from the blushing on her
face that exceeds even Connor's blushing. We chuckle as Chubby asks,
"What's the correct terminology for a shampoo and blow job? I know what she
meant, but it has to be said some other way." I mumble, "I don't know, but
there a price list right inside that the lady didn't notice." We're curious
so we walk over and the third item down reads, 'Shampoo and blow
dry... $18.00'. Chubby goes, "Who the fuck would pay eighteen dollars for a
shampoo?" I shrug, muttering, "Not me," and we walk down to Foot Locker and
check out the sneakers. It takes Chubby fifteen minutes to choose a
sneaker. It's called an 'All Star quilted canvas flag'. They're orange high
top sneakers, for seventy-five dollars. And he wonders who would pay
eighteen dollars for a shampoo and blow dry, jeez! He pays with cash,
asking, "Aren't these cool?" I wouldn't wear 'em, but I say, "They're
awesome, Chubby, really cool!" Next stop is Pearl's Candy and Nut
store. It's small with a cute guy behind the counter. His hair's too long
and uncool, but that's the only criticism possible. He's slim and very good
looking. Two ladies are checking out the display case as Chubby says to me,
"I'm feeling like some of kind of chewy candy," the good looking kid behind
the counter asks the women, "Can I help you with something?" and one of the
women says, "I'm not sure, I've been looking at your nuts mostly," and the
kid laughs while the other woman goes, "Oh gawd, Mary!" Mary asks, "What?"
Chubby and I chuckle, then he sees a sign, 'All candies $6.99 a pound,' and
he mutters to me, "Let's get the fuck out of here. I ain't paying that for
gummy bears." I'm still laughing at the lady saying she's looking at the
kid's nuts. The kid and I exchange eye contact and he holds it longer than
he probably should have; me too, but I got an excuse... I'm gay. In my
alley-catting days I'd have become a fan of Pearl's Candy and Nuts, but not
at this particular time, unfortunately. Outside Chubby says, "What are the
chances of witnessing two malapropos that egregious, in a half hours time:
blow job and I'm looking at your nuts?" I go, "That kid was hot," and
Chubby says, "Which kid?" He just doesn't get it like I do. I say, "Things
are supposed to happen in threes. Maybe we'll witness another... what you
said, malapropos." We run into some girls Chubby knew from high school and
one of them screeches, "Jeffrey, are you stalking me?" Chubby says, "You
wish, girl," and we stop to catch up on what they've been up to. I don't
know any of them, but at least one of them knows me. She's small and cute,
and says, "Whacha been up to, Dylan? You're looking awfully cute, as
usual." I go, "Oh, hi, thanks. I don't know, going to college and working,
ya know?" My face gets a little red as she bumps into my side, asking, "Ya
wanna go to a party with me tonight? It's at David Lavin's house; his
parents are away for the weekend." I never heard of him. I mutter, "Oh, a
party. Um, I can't go tonight, sorry, but thanks for asking." She says, "Ya
got a hot date?" I go, "Yeah, with my boyfriend, I'm gay." She laughs, "No,
you're not," Chubby stops what he was saying to the other kinda cute chick,
and says, "Yeah, my brother's gay. How do ya like that?" The girls are
like, "Really?" like they've never seen a gay boy before. Then the girl
Chubby was talking to says, "You're not brothers, you have different last
names." How the hell she knows my last name I can't imagine. Chubby says,
"Yeah, we're consanguine brothers, half-brothers actually." Of course no
one knows what that word means so Chubby enlightens them and after awhile
we break away, much to my relief. Girls make me nervous when they're in a
group. One at a time I can handle. There's another name for brothers with
the same father and different mothers, but I forget it.

We go to the food court for lunch. We're in line at Burger King and there's
a mother in front of us with an unruly toddler about three years old. A
bratty girl who is insisting they get in the line for ice cream. She keeps
trying to run away from the mother who's getting frustrated. Chubby and me
roll our eyes at each other annoyed, but what can ya do? Finally the little
brat yells, "If you won't buy me an ice cream I'm telling grandma I saw you
kiss daddy's pee pee last night!" Everyone stops in their tracks including
the servers behind the counter, then the snickering starts as the mother
pulls the little girl, screaming, from the food court. Now everyone's
laughing and shaking their heads. I go, "See, that's the third," and Chubby
says, "That wasn't a malapropos. Pee pee, penis, same thing," and we argue
about that until we place our order. The damnedest things happen when
Chubby and I are out together. Cheeseburgers and fries, how can you go
wrong?  We talk about Dodger and Connor as we eat. Their last emails
sounded upbeat, and as I suspected Dodger's taken a leadership role in the
barracks, and that news was by way of Connor's email. Apparently Dodger got
in a fight with a fellow recruit who didn't want to do his share of latrine
duty, or some such nonsense. The long and short of it is, the two
combatants are tight buddies now, which is how some fights turn out. Mutual
respect or something like that. Connor says that it's been awesome hanging
with Dodger, lots of laughs and he's made friends with everyone Dodger's
made friends with. There are some assholes of course, but they're loners
mostly. Dodger's emails are funny, recounting silly stuff that happens
during basic training. Both boys seem happy enough although they'll be glad
when basic's over and regular Army life can begin. Then my cell rings, it's
Ryan excitedly telling me about his new car. Unfortunately he can't pick it
up until tomorrow because the dealership needs to get tags at the registry
of motor vehicles. I call Robby and we arrange to meet at my condo at five
o'clock. I wonder what the chances are of a three-way after the haircuts
and pubes shaving... hmmmm?

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

Please consider a tax deductible donation to non profit Nifty. Details at
the site. Thank you!