Date: Fri, 7 Jun 2013 08:21:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO chapter 16   by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

				Chapter  16

			     by Donny Mumford


It was a fun time at the mall with Chubby this afternoon; something bizarre
usually happens spontaneously when we're together and there were some funny
incidents earlier today. It's always a good time with my brother. Naturally
he has a date for tonight, though. As for me I'm not sure what I'll do
tonight, but at five o'clock Robby and Ryan are coming over my place so we
can give each other haircuts and then shave our pubes. For me personally,
both endeavors are sexy, especially the pubes shaving. I just got a nice
shiver of anticipation saying that. For now I'm in my condo getting out the
barber equipment feeling ready and willing to let Ryan brutalize my
haircut. I'll try to get him to concentrate on Robby's haircut, as I'm
cutting it, and maybe he'll learn how to cut hair. Some people just have no
aptitude for cutting hair and some of these people do it for a living.
There should be signs on the doors of bad barbers, a warning like there is
on cigarette packs. I've got everything laid out for barbering, so I go
outside on the front stoop and have my fourth cigarette of the day; smoking
a cigarette is something to do while killing time. In this case I'm killing
time waiting for my two awesome boyfriends. Gee, I hope we do a sexy
three-way afterwards like we did last time. It's been three weeks now so
maybe Robby will go for it. I know Ryan and I will. I'm looking at the
street below wondering who will get here first, Rob or Ryan? Well okay,
here comes Robby's pickup now, and he's alone. Haha, I wouldn't mind if he
brought Travis with him so we could have a foursome. Robby's got himself a
winner with Travis; looks-wise anyway. I'm not sure about Travis'
personality yet. So far, in my limited exposure to him, he's been snippy at
times and very nice at other times. Maybe Ryan and I can double date with
Rob and Travis and I'll get to know Travis better. Can't think how else I'd
get to know him. Robby parks right below me, gets out of his pickup and now
he's coming up the steps grinning at me. At the top he says, "Hi,
boyfriend," and we kiss 'hello' with a nice hug from Robby. I go, "Hi,
Robby, you look extra cute tonight." He chuckles, muttering, "What's my
con-job boyfriend buttering me up for now?" I go, "You really need to stop
calling me names, I have feelings too, ya know." He mumbles, "Sorry,
Dylan," and kisses my cheek, muttering, "I'm a little nervous about seeing
Ryan. Is he alright about our break-up? I feel bad about that." Gee, I
hadn't considered they'll both probably be a tad awkward meeting face to
face after basically admitting they no longer are sexually interested in
each other. That's a big deal after four or five months of hot sex
together. I guess I've been concentrating on what their break-up means for
me. You know, I think we all do that at times; we concentrate on what a new
development in our lives means personally instead of realizing others are
affected, too. Patting Robby's back, I say, "Oh, that's what Ryan said too,
he feels bad about it because you've done so much for him." He shrugs,
looking concerned, so I pat his shoulder again, muttering, "It'll be fine,
Robby."

Robby takes his pack of cigarettes out and lights a Marlboro as I spot Ryan
slowly driving around the corner, making me think, 'A Mini Cooper is kinda
wasted on cautious-driving Ryan'. Those cars have been called the first
street-legal go carts, zipping around and cornering tightly. He's in his
mother's car tonight, some kind of four-door economy-size American car,
which seems just right for Ryan. I'm smiling to myself because he's such a
cute, unique boyfriend. Ryan parks behind Robby's pickup, and is now
looking up at Robby and me. He's waving at us so I wave back nudging Robby
who looks where I'm looking and he waves too. Ryan gets out and waves
again, then starts up the steps with a shy grin on his lips, and he's
blushing for some reason. Almost up the steps, he says, "Hi, Dylan," then a
shy, "Hi, um, Rob." Robby goes, "Hi, yourself," and then they're hugging
and Ryan gets tears in his eyes, mumbling, "I'm sorry, Rob, I still love
you."  Robby's voice sounds funny as he mutters, "Me too, Ryan," and he
kisses Ryan on the lips, "That's our kiss 'hello', we can still do that,
can't we?" Ryan goes, "I hope so," and they kiss again. Kinda touching
actually, but what about me?  It's a little bit uncomfortable, so I say,
"Hey, what the fuck, you two broke up, what about me?" The both force a
chuckle and Ryan gives me a kiss, saying, "Hi, Dylan." I mumble, "That's a
little better. I didn't break up with anybody and I'm the one left out of
the reunion." Robby says, "You're never left out of anything, Dylan, and
you know it, Mister Center of Attention." I go, "More name calling?" He
chuckles for real this time, "Yeah, more name calling.  Lets go inside."
Robby's so used to being in charge, he does it naturally now. I go, "Oh,
okay, come on in." Inside Ryan says to Robby, "I'm so sorry if I let you
down, Rob, it's just...." and he shrugs then, not sure what to say. Robby
puts his arm around Ryan's shoulders, "You didn't let anybody down, Ryan,
it's okay." Ryan mutters, "I feel like I have and you've been so awesome to
me."  Robby lightens it up, pointing a finger at me, saying, "It's him,
Ryan. He stole you from me just because he could." I go, "That's just not
right," and Ryan's serious when he says, "It's not Dylan's fault, it's
mine." I go, "Enough melodrama boys, what kind of haircuts are we doing
today? You two are in charge of that." Robby gives Ryan's shoulders one
last squeeze then lets go of him, saying, "That's right, you're not in
charge of anything so let us two in-charge guys decide. What do you think,
Ryan?" Ryan understands that Robby's joking now, so he says, "How 'bout we
shave Dylan's head and then just get trims for you and me?" Robby plays
along, "Hmmm, do you mean shave his head with a razor?" Ryan's like,
"Exactly!" I go, "Bull shit! In-charge guys need to be considerate of the
guys they're in charge of." Robby goes, "He's right, Ryan. What kind of
haircut do you want, seriously?" Ryan shrugs, muttering, "Whatever you
think, Rob, I don't know. My dad likes the short haircuts, but my mom
doesn't so in either case I'm only going to please one of them." Robby
goes, "Yeah, it's impossible to please everybody," then to me, "I kinda
like your idea of a flattop for a change, Dylan. I changed my mind, is that
okay with you?" I say, "Sure, whatever you want," and Ryan asks, "Can you
do a flattop, Rob?" He shakes his head, "Not really, but Dylan can and it's
okay with me if he gives you the haircut." Ryan says, "No, I'd rather you
do it, Rob, it's what we've always done and I'd like to keep some of our
threesome alive." Robby and Ryan hug again... oh brother!  Robby says,
"Thanks, Ryan, I'll do the short burr for you then, I'm getting the knack
of that haircut." Ryan says, "And I'll do the same for, Dylan."

We'll they've finally settled on the haircuts and I don't really give a
shit what kind of haircut I get. It's funny... those two have split up, but
I still feel like the odd man out. How'd that happen? I'm okay with it
though because I know it's helping them work though the awkwardness of
being together for the first time after their break-up. I can see they both
still really like each other even though the furnace of sexual heat for
each other has apparently gone out. It's scary to realize it can happen any
time for anyone; how else to explain the high divorce rate among
heterosexuals? In a few states, like Massachusetts, gays can legally marry
although it's relatively recent that they can, so I don't know if
statistics for gay divorces is relevant this early in the game. Then, even
though we're not officially a threesome any longer, Robby's still taking
the leadership role. He says, "Lets go downstairs and get this party
started. Do you have the barber stuff set-up yet, Dylan?" I go, "Yep, it's
ready. Who's first?"  He says, "You do my flattop haircut first, and then
I'll do Ryan's haircut, and Ryan will do yours last. Um, I think I changed
my mind about Ryan's haircut. Do you think you could talk me through doing
a flattop for Ryan?" I go, "Yeah, I think I can. You're getting pretty
good." Robby says, "Thanks," then to Ryan, "Okay, Ryan, you want a flattop
and that's what you'll get." Ryan hugs Robby around the neck, kissing him
on the cheek, saying, "Oh man, thanks, Rob." Robby grins and kisses Ryan
back. What the fuck, they're more affectionate with each other now than
they were before they broke-up? Robby takes his shirt off and sits on the
barbering stool. I explain what I'm doing as I do it. "Your hair won't be
much shorter than it is now, Robby. I'll be mostly reshaping it into a
flattop." Then I explain I'll be using the half-inch guide on the clippers
for the hairs on the sides and back of his head, all the way up, but not
over the sides and back. Then do the tapering at the neck line, which is
the part Robby hasn't mastered the technique of doing it properly yet, but
he's getting better at it of late. I explain, "It's the same use of the
trimmer clippers around the ears for a nice outline." I do it all with Ryan
looking over my shoulder. I glance at him, giving him a grin and his eyes
shine behind his glasses as he reaches over to squeeze the back of my neck
giving me chills and making my dick move. He's so sexily hot to me I feel a
funny sensation in my groin, it's a tightening feeling as I stare back at
Ryan for a second. Then I go back to explaining, "Now for the hair on
top. I need to use a little mousse to get the hairs standing up and you'll
need to train it like we did when we had flattops last year, Robby. You
too, Ryan."

Getting some mousse in the palm of my hand, I rub both hands
together. Standing behind Robby, I rub my hands back through his hair from
the front to the back.  Then brush his hair in that direction to get all
the hairs standing up straight.  The hairs are uneven because a burr
haircut is rounded on top and all the hairs grew out the same length so
they're still rounded on top of his head. Also, his head's not flat to
start with, so when I cut the hairs into a flattop, it'll look flat, but
the hairs will be different lengths depending on where they're growing on
his rounded head. "This is the tricky part coming up, Rob," as I comb the
hairs near the side of his head, keeping the comb level, then run the
clippers along the comb. The hairs next to my first cut get combed up the
exact same length and the clippers cut the excess. And so forth across his
head.  Ryan says, "That's cool. I never had a flattop before. It really
looks cool." I explained each step to Robby as I'm doing it, plus Robby has
the hand-held mirror observing as much as the haircut as he can see. I say,
"Now just a little detailing to blend in the sides and back with the top,
also using the clipper-over-comb method."

When I'm done, Robby says, "Damn, I forgot how cool flattops look,
Dylan. Great job, you're better than most barbers in Framingham." I mumble,
"Thanks, I know," and Ryan pulls his shirt off, exclaiming, "My turn."
Robby admires his haircut in the mirror over the sink in the powder room,
brushing it. Then he comes back, and goes, "Okay, I'm ready, Ryan." Ryan's
already on the stool as I brush some stray clippings off Robby's shoulder
with the palm of my hand, saying, "I explained what I was doing, Robby, but
forgot the intimate part of my barbering." He smiles and we do a really
sweet thirty-second kiss, then another quick kiss with Ryan staring at us
pulling at his crotch. With me standing at his side offering suggestions,
Robby cuts Ryan's hair. I help him with the tapering and make suggestions
when he's doing the flattop part of the haircut.  Robby combs up the hairs
near the side, like I did, but has the comb too close to Ryan's scalp. I
say, "No! It'll be too short and it'll be like a flattop I got once near an
Army base, no one wants any part of that. In the middle of my head was
what's called a landing strip because the hair is cut down to the
scalp. That's a Marine's flattop, but too severe for us." Robby combs the
hair at a longer length and I nod it's about right so Robby runs the
clippers across the comb and does it across Ryan's head. The end result is
a slightly lopsided flattop, but not too bad. It'll do because correcting
it will make it too short. I take the clippers and demonstrate the tapering
of the hairs at the side with the ones on top and Robby finishes pretty
damn well. "Nice job, Rob!" I say as he smiles proudly while patting Ryan's
shoulder, saying, "Check it out, Ryan." Ryan goes into the powder room with
a brush, then comes back out saying, "It's really cool, Rob, but don't you
think it slopes a little on my left side." Robby cups Ryan's chin examining
his barbering, moving Ryan's head this way and that, muttering, "Oh yeah, I
see what you mean. What can we do about that, Dylan? It slopes a little." I
go, "It's barely noticeable and I don't think we should mess with it. It'll
just end-up being too short." Ryan agrees, "Yeah, it's just a little
slope. I like it, Rob. It's fine." Well, I gotta wonder if it's fine with
Ryan, why the hell did he mention it? Robby did really well. They agree to
leave it like it is with Robby saying, "Next time I'll get it perfect,
Ryan." They grin at each other and I expect they'll kiss, but they
don't. "Your turn, Dylan.  Get your shirt off," bossy Ryan tells me and,
damn... my dick moves in my jockey shorts.

Taking my shirt off I sit on the stool and Ryan takes the clippers and puts
on the quarter-inch guide, then pushes my head forward until my chin is
touching my chest. Holding my head like that with his left hand on top of
my head, he runs the clippers up the back of my head and over the crown a
little. Robby says, "No further than that Ryan, okay?" Ryan mutters,
"Okay," and runs the clippers up next to the first cut. He does everything
too fast, but I bite my tongue because I know he's trying to do a good
job. Finished the back, he pushes my head to the left and runs the clippers
up the right side of my head, with Robby mumbling, "Good," which gives me
hope for a decent haircut for once. Ryan does the other side of my head and
takes the guide off the clippers, saying, "Help me with the tapering at the
neck, Rob." They decide on a eighth-inch guide and with my head pushed
forward again, Ryan, carefully this time, makes little moves with the
clippers near the hairline at the back. Then he's using the comb a little
up a bit further and Robby says, "Wow, Ryan, that's awesome," making me
feel even better. Ryan goes, "I watched Dylan do yours, Rob." Then without
a guide, using the thin end of the comb he does a little clipping down low
and Robby goes, "I'm impressed, Ryan. That's perfect." Ryan beams, saying,
"It looks good, doesn't it? Now the trimmers." With the trimmers in his
right hand he pushes my head to the side a little rougher than necessary,
but I'll gladly put up with that if he gets the haircut half-decent. He's
too reckless with the trimmers making a fast arch around my ear, but Robby
mutters, "Perfect," and Ryan's like, "You sound surprised, Rob, haha."
Robby says, "No, I'm friggin' impressed. This is your third attempt and
you're doing better than me and I've given Dylan a dozen haircuts, or more
even. You're good, dude," and they bump fists. Ryan uses the trimmers
around my other ear just as fast as the first, and this time it's him who
mutters, "Perfect." He turns off the trimmers and uses his fingers to brush
some stray hair clippings around my ear, then kisses my cheek, saying, "I'm
doing good, Dylan." I mumble, "I knew you would, Ryan," although I'm
actually shocked he's doing good... so far anyway. The hairs on top are the
real challenge. Using the clippers without a guide, he combs up the hairs
on top near the left side of my head and zips the clippers along the comb
way too fast, then does it again a little further over just as fast. When
he's done cutting across the top of my hair I'm anxious to hear Robby's
appraisal so I glance at him, worried. He sees me and shrugs saying the
words I want to hear, "It's perfect, Dylan. A perfect short burr," as he
hands me the handheld mirror. It is just about perfect, if a tiny bit too
short, but I'll gladly take it. Running my fingers over the top of my head,
feeling the bristles, I get a little jealous looking at those two with
their flattops, but like I said, I'll gladly take this haircut rather than
the one he gave me last time. Ryan says, "Just stay there, Dylan, I've got
a little blending to do." I'm thinking, 'Uh oh,' but when he's done
clipping a little here and a little there, Robby murmurs, "This is
ridiculous, Ryan. How'd you get so good so fast?" Ryan says, "I paid
attention to the master barber here because I really wanted to give him a
good haircut."  Then to me, "Hope you like it, Dylan, it's gonna be your
summer haircut all the way till fall, maybe longer." I go, "I do like it,
Ryan, thanks. You're a pro."  He smiles and rubs my short hair, saying,
"Oooh, I like the feel of it," and Robby says, "Well, let me take a quick
whiz, and then we'll do the shaved pubes." He goes in the powder room and
Ryan puts his arm around my neck saying, with his lips against my ear, "I
wish you had my dog collar on right now," then he gives my lips one of his
miracle kisses leaving me panting and groping my semi-hard boner. I gasp,
then ask, "You gonna fuck me later, Ryan?" He says, "Of course, silly."

Robby comes back asking, "Do you boys wanna do a three-way afterwards?" I
look at Ryan, who says, "Yes, we do," speaking for both of us, so I say, "I
only want to do it if we're all equal." They look surprised because I'm
usually the one nagging to have a three-way. Ryan asks, "What do you mean,
equal?" I shrug, "Equal, like we all get to do the same thing." Robby says,
"If you mean doing it to Ryan, that's up to Ryan because I'm not in charge
of him now, although it's been fun being in charge of this little hottie,"
and Ryan hugs him, then they kiss with Ryan saying, "You were awesome to
me, Rob, I'll never forget you."  This isn't answering my 'equal' question
as Robby says, "Dylan won't allow me to do you one-on-one any more because
of Travis, so a three-way's the way to go if I want to enjoy the feel of my
stiff dick in your primo rear end." I speak in the third person, "And
Dylan's asking if he can feel the same thing." Ryan goes, "Oh, is that what
you mean, Dylan?" I go, "Yep, that's it exactly." He says, "I've always
been the 'top' when it's you and me; you've never suggested otherwise
beginning with me fucking you after our first lunch together," and I go,
"Yeah, but I wasn't in love with you back then and now I am and so now I'd
like to experience being the 'top' at least once. That seems important to
me somehow." Robby looks uncomfortable hearing this, but what the hell, he
had no trouble coming right out telling me he wants to have buddy sex with
Travis.  Okay, there's no love involved there, so it's kinda different, but
I don't want to deceive Robby. I do love Ryan and I told him that before,
but I guess it's hard for him to hear when the three of us are
together. Ryan says, "I really wish you wouldn't, Dylan, and I kinda need
to be firm about that." Robby goes, "Come on, Dylan, we had an awesome
three-way after our last haircuts and you didn't fuck Ryan then." Robby
wants a chance to fuck Ryan and me, and have buddy sex with Travis, but I'm
not going to be a poor sport about it. I go, "Okay, Ryan, I won't have sex
with you." He goes, "I know you won't, but I will with you." He has a big
grin on his face as he rubs my newly barbered head and I can't help
grinning back with that submissive feeling buzzing around my balls. He just
does it for me, no two ways about it. Robby, who's not in charge, but
actually is, says, "Pants down, boys, lets get started on shaving the
pubes. Dylan you do me first, then I'll do Ryan and he'll do you last."
Ryan takes his shorts and boxer shorts off, my eyes always get big when I
see his large cock, as he says, "Get 'em off, Dylan," and that's what I
do. Robby's pants are off now, too and the difference between his and
Ryan's cocks makes one look even longer than it is and the other one even
smaller. Mine's in the middle. I've got to hand it to Robby for not being
self-conscious about his dick.

We're all naked now and maybe from habit Ryan picks up my dick in his
little fist and pulls me towards the powder room with me taking short fast
steps, as he's saying to Robby, "I'm glad you still want to have sex with
me, Rob, it kinda hurt my feelings when I thought you didn't." He looks
back at me, saying, "Keep up with me, Dylan," and he gives a little tug on
my dick. I feel quite submissive although neither of them know that. It's a
buzzing feeling all around my groin as my dick begins firming up; I pick up
the speed of my shuffling feet. Following us, Robby laughs at the way
Ryan's leading me by my dick, then says to Ryan, "It was you losing
interest in having sex with me that made me rethink things. And then
there's Travis who's asking me to get back with him for buddy sex so it
seemed like the thing to do." We're in the powder room now and it's a small
room so we're close together. Ryan drops my dick, saying, "I'm starting to
think I made a mistake, Rob. Seeing you today I realize I still have a
thing for you. Is it too late to resurrect our threesome?" Robby says,
"I've got a date with Travis tonight, and tomorrow night's Dylan's and my
night together. Let's think about it for a few days, Ryan, and see how we
feel then. If you really want me back maybe the three of us can come up
with a looser arrangement to finish out the summer with." Then, Robby
reasserts himself, "Let's go, Dylan." I turn the water on, still feeling
the buzz of submission and hoping for more of it. I say, "Oh, we need the
trimmers," so I go get them and bring the trimmer clippers back to the
powder room and plug it in. I buzz Robby's pubic hairs while he and Ryan
discuss what we should do in the three-way. I don't feel like talking
because of the submissive feelings I have, so I enjoy my state of mind
while they plan our three-way, which sounds like basically Rob fucking Ryan
and me, and then Ryan fucking me. Taking a clean washcloth I soak it with
warm water then hold it against the five o'clock shadow of pubic hairs left
after the trimmer has done its job. Then while lathering on shaving cream,
I stroke his cock with shaving cream in my hand. Robby smiles, mumbling,
"Feels good, Dylan." When his cock is semi-hard I get the safety razor and,
moving his cock out of the way, shave him carefully going over the area one
way and then the other. Rinsing off the shaving cream, I rub the area with
my fingers and decide there's no rough spots so I get off my knees, saying,
"Smooth as a baby, Robby." He says, "Thank you, Dylan," then as he rubs the
shaved area himself, he goes, "Your turn now, Ryan," and he does the exact
procedure I did with him, and Ryan winds up rubbing his fingers around his
pubic area, muttering, "This feels so cool, I love it.  Thanks, Rob". Ryan
grabs my dick and pulls me to the sink, "Spread your legs, Dylan," and he
wets down my half-inch pubes, then spreads the shaving cream and strokes my
cock with lots of shaving cream in his hand. My cock firms up again
fast. Ryan continues stroking it until I'm going, "Ah, ah, ah." When I'm
totally boned up, my boner goes flat against my belly when Ryan lets go of
it, Ryan chuckles at how hard and how fast my dick got, and says, "You're
really something, Dylan," and shaves my pubes too fast, but without a
nick. After he's rinsed the shaving cream off and dried me, I do what
everyone does, I feel all around the area mumbling, "Yeah, this feels
good." Robby says, "Oh yeah, Dylan, get Ryan's ass too." I wet down his ass
and put shaving cream all over, then shave his ass and around his
anus. It's not like he has much hair on his ass, just random ones, but I do
it all because it's fun messing with his bubble butt.

Outside the powder room again, Robby says, "Suck my dick, Ryan. Dylan, then
you suck Ryan's and I'll suck yours." It's hot watching Ryan on his knees
sucking Robby's cock; he did mine once so I know how talented his mouth
is. Robby's soon going from one foot to another going, "Um, um, oh oh ,
whoa, Ryan. That's good, wow you're awesome." I get on my knees and take
Ryan's big cock in my mouth. I've sucked his cock often, sometimes two or
more times a day and I like doing it too. I get Ryan squirming and grunting
as the pleasure sensations in his cock increase. He rubs my bristly hair,
quietly moaning with pleasure, as Robby mutters, "That's hot, damn I'm
horny this afternoon. You twins are hot together." Ryan grunts out, "Oh
good, we're still twins," and Robby says, "The three of us need to work
something out so we can continue some form of our threesome. I guess I
don't need a few days to think about it after all. I'd miss this and I'd
miss you too, Ryan." Ryan pushes my head away, muttering, "You're gonna
make me cum, Dylan. You get me so turned on." Then to Robby, "I'm really
glad we can keep a part of our threesome together. It's the first time in
my life I felt part of something and it's a really good feeling." I stand
up and Robby goes down on his knees asking me, "How can we keep our
threesome alive?" I go, "Let me think of something." My dick's already
fairly hard because sucking Ryan's cock is sexually arousing to me. Robby
finishes off my boner and then we're all standing, stroking our boners and
making quiet sounds of pleasure.

Robby says, "Let me keep the leadership position while we decide how we're
going to alter the rules. Is that okay with you two?" Ryan and I say
together, "Absolutely, Rob." He chuckles, muttering, "You two are so alike
it's funny," he adds, "Okay, you twins bend over and grab your
knees. Number one gets to feel my stiff cock up his ass first." He grabs my
hips and presses the head of his cock against my anus, spreading the lips
and then humping the head into me, with me going, "Ooooh." Ryan and my
sides are touching as we're bent over with our hands on our knees, and when
I grimace from the hurt the lack of precum on Robby's cock is causing my
rectum, he slows down the penetration. Seeing me grimace Ryan puts an arm
across my back giving me a hug, looking me in the eyes. His eyes are so
beautiful. They're brown, but that doesn't do them justice because they
shine and seem to shimmer. He gives me an encouraging smile as Robby's
groin presses against my buttocks, his boner fully up my ass, and instead
of a grimace, I do a small moan, "Ahhhhhh," because it feels so good now. I
squeeze my sphincter muscle tightly on Robby's boner as he slowly withdraws
it, then pushes it right back up my ass a little faster this time, and I
go, "Mmmmmm," with Ryan stretching his neck so he can kiss my cheek. I turn
my head and we kiss on the lips. Robby mumbles, "Sweet! You two are so
sweet together." He does two more slow type insertions and withdrawals and
then smoothly fucks my ass ten awesome thrusts and I'm squeezing my mouth
together so I don't make a fool out of myself moaning with the pleasure
sensations bursting in my rectum. Nothing feels better than a hard cock
fucking my ass, absolutely nothing. I feel sorry for those that don't have
the pleasure spots in their rectums that I have. Rob pulls out of me,
mumbling, "You're opened up just right," and he sidesteps to stand behind
Ryan.  I look back and see Robby pressing his cock head at Ryan's anus,
then like magic the head disappears as Ryan moans softly. Robby says, "You
both have awesome asses. Let me feel you tighten your sphincter muscle,
Ryan." He does and Robby moans now, "Ooooh, yeaaah," and then his boner
slowly disappears up Ryan's ass going in easier than it did with my ass
because Robby's cock is slippery now.  Precum and ass juices eased the
entry into Ryan's tunnel of love. Robby gives one last hump with his groin
against Ryan's ass cheeks and Ryan moans, "Mmmmm, feels good, Rob." Robby
gives Ryan's ass the same fucking he gave mine, then he pulls out and
slides his fat boner back up my ass and my boner stretches at the thought
that Robby's boner was just up my twin's ass. I resist the urge to stroke
my boner that's plastered up against my stomach, wet and vibrating.
"Oooooh, mmmm," I go as Robby does faster, smoother thrusts hitting many
sensitive pleasure spots in my rectum, especially my prostate button. Three
minutes of ecstasy before Rob pulls out of my ass and shoves his cock up
Ryan and both Ryan and me are moaning now. Him because he's being fucked
and me from the tantalizing sensations still sparkling in my rectum with
the scent of sexy boys having sex surrounding us.

Robby gives Ryan's ass the same treatment he gave mine and then pulls out
and in one movement of his hips thrusts his entire fat boner up my ass
again. He's making sounds, desperate sounds now, "Um, um, oh, oh, oh," as
he pile drives my ass.  Ryan takes his arm from across my back and reaches
under me to get his fist around my boner to stroke it and the buzzing and
throbbing sensations on my cock rival those in my ass. I start making the
same desperate sounds Robby's making as the "slap," "slap," "slap" sounds
of flesh against flesh rings in my ears. My climax is building fast now,
but Robby pulls out with a long groan, "Ooooh god," and up Ryan ass goes
Rob's boner to rabbit fuck him until Robby grunts, slams into Ryan and
clutching him around the stomach with both arms while doing little hard
thrusts, moaning, "I'm cumming." Ryan squeals as cum shoots from his cock
and I hear the wet sound of a cock plowing an ass full of spunk. Robby's
making whiny sounds hugging Ryan and still driving his cock up Ryan's ass
causing wet slapping sounds as his groin smacks into Ryan's
buttocks. Ryan's stroking his long cock whimpering and I know just how he
feels. Robby's slowing his thrusts down, then stops altogether, the side of
his face against Ryan's back as Ryan catches his breath, then asks, "Can I
get Dylan off, Rob?" Robby pulls out mumbling, "Oh my God was that
hot. Yeah, fuck a climax out of your twin. Oh my God, I'm dizzy. What a
climax." He's out of Ryan's ass and I see a long drool of cum sliding down
Ryan's buttocks. He takes a deep breath, stands up, and then gives my ass a
hard slap before sliding his almost eight inches of hard cock up my ass
with me letting out an embarrassing moan, "Aaaaaaah, ooooooh, God." Ryan
fucks me hard and fast like he does it at times and I'm in another place, a
place where sexual pleasure rules. I'm squirming, my whole body in motion
with the center of my world up my ass. Oh, it feels so good, and then my
vision gets blurry as my balls squeeze against the top of my scrotum and
firecrackers of pleasure sizzle around my pelvic area and spread out to my
stomach and down to my toes and up to my burr haircut, its roots tingling
as I go, "Eeeeeee, ahhhhh," with a long string of cum shooting up along my
torso to splash under my chin, then another shorter string of cum while
Ryan is still pounding my ass. I'm stroking my cock in my tight fist with
little spurts of cum shooting out. And then there's peace in the valley
again as waves of lesser pleasure flow around making my shoulders shudder
and then a long sigh of contentment from me. Ryan slows his thrust as Robby
mutters, "Man, that was so fucking hot. You really know how to fuck,
Ryan. Awesome!" Ryan mutters, "Oh, thanks, Rob. I learned from you and
practice on Dylan. He's the only boy I've ever fucked." He pulls his cock
out then, with me going, "Noooo," but it's out. Ryan says, "Whoa, that felt
good."

I standup and put my arm around Ryan's neck, looking for a kiss which he
does quickly, then says to Rob, "Wow, it felt like you were pouring cum up
my ass, Rob." I say, "Rob generates more spunk than anyone I know." Robby
chuckles, muttering, "Well, that's saying a lot," and I go, "Was that
another shot, Rob?" He comes over to rub my head, saying, "No, Dylan, it
was a tease, I was teasing you," then he says to Ryan, "FYI, Ryan, you got
a lot of cum running down your leg." Ryan feels back there and goes, "Ewww,
messy." I feel my ass for cum, but it's only a little squishy. I go, "I was
hoping you'd cum inside me, Rob." He goes, "I didn't know which twin would
get my load; I just did the same amount of thrusts up each of your asses
and it just happened to be Ryan who got my cum load. It was awesome fucking
both of you, it's heightens the sexuality."  I'm like, "I'll say," and Ryan
asks, "Can we try a second round?" Rob shakes, his head, "Sorry, I've got
to get home for dinner and a shower. Then I'm picking up Travis. What can
we do to keep some form of our threesome intact?" Letting go of Ryan, I
pull on my pecker a few times, then pulling on my bottom lip trying to
think of something. Ryan says, "It's that rule about we can't have sex
outside the threesome that makes it kinda impossible to continue as a
threesome." Rob asks, "Would you like to continue with it? I mean if you'd
rather not there's no sense racking our brains trying to find a way." I
say, "I want to," and Ryan agrees, "Oh, yeah, I want to, but what to do
about you having buddy sex outside the group?" Rob goes, "How about this?
We all have one buddy sex partner, just one," and he looks at me, then
adds, "That keeps us together, but occasionally, without making a big deal
out of it, we have sex on the side. No love involved, we keep love between
the three of us. We could give it a try." I look at Ryan because I'd go for
that arrangement in a minute, but Ryan's adamant that I don't have side sex
at all. He's pulling on his lip thinking, then he looks at me, and says,
"Do you want to do that? It'd be good for you two, I guess, but I don't
have any real possibilities of sex on the side so I'm sorta left out."
Robby and I try convincing Ryan that with his new and improved self image
he might be surprised. Finally he says, "Okay, count me in, but only
because I owe you two so much and I can see you both want to do it this
way. A partial threesome is better than none and like I said, I really like
being in our threesome. I don't think I even want anyone besides you guys,
but you go ahead and I won't hold things up."

As he's getting dressed, Robby says, "You might surprise yourself, Ryan,"
then he asks me, "Do you have someone in mind?" I shrug, muttering, "No,
but it's been a while since I've thought about it. It's got to be just one
guy, it can't be one guy once, then another guy once... like that?" Robby
shakes his head chuckling as Ryan says, "No, definitely one guy, period,"
and he looks at me hard, like he's pissed at me or disappointed. I go, "I
was just asking," as I pull my T-shirt over my head, then pick up Ryan's
underwear, asking, "Can I wear these?" Ryan's wiping Robby's cum off his
ass and legs, as he smiles, saying, "Yeah, and I'll wear yours," which is
what we do with Rob shaking his head again, mumbling, "You two are
something." Rob's dressed first, he gives Ryan and me a kiss goodbye,
saying, "This was a great afternoon. My crotch is shaved, I've got a cool
flattop haircut and you two were awesome to fuck, plus our threesome is
still alive. I'm thrilled we're keeping our threesome going and I'm uber
happy Ryan hasn't lost all his heat for me because I haven't lost it for
him." Ryan says, "It was a communication failure, Rob." Robby smiles, then
says, "I'll see you boys tomorrow," and he's up the steps and gone. Ryan
and I finish dressing, clean up the cum on the floor, and go upstairs. "You
want a soda, Ryan?" He goes, "Yes, I'm thirsty. That was awesome; Rob's
right about that. How do you like the haircut I gave you?" I say,
"Honestly, it's the best haircut I've had on my head in months,
Ryan. You're amazing." He says, "I told you I'd get better." My arm goes
around his neck again, "I missed our kissing before the sex," and Ryan
gives me a sexy kiss, then says, "There will be more of that later. I want
you to put on my dog collar now." I go, "Okay," as I'm remembering I
promised to wear it to work on Monday. Gulp! Ryan follows me into my
bedroom where I get the dog collar from its hiding place and Ryan fastens
it around my neck, asking, "Can we have dinner together tonight?" I say,
"Of course, I assumed you'd stay for dinner." He goes, "I'll tell my mom,"
and he calls her about that while I get us two ginger ales from the
refrigerator. I go out on the deck to smoke a cigarette feeling good, and
I'm serious about Ryan's haircutting skills being way up there. He's
already better than Robby, who doesn't really have a knack for it. This is
the first time in quite a while I don't need to be self-conscious about my
home haircut.

Ryan joins me on the balcony, takes his soda from my hand, and says, "No
problem, my mom just told me to have a nice time. Both mom and dad are so
happy I've got close friends now. You know how parents are." I smile at
him, he seems so happy.  I say, "You make me happy, too." He laughs, "Yeah,
I guess it's pretty obvious how happy you and Rob make me. I never really
felt like I belonged before. Even with the baseball team I played on in
high school, there were cliques on the team that didn't include shy me. I
had zero self-confidence and thought of myself as a nerd. And last year as
equipment manager for Merrimack's team the guys mocked me more than
anything. Not Rob though, and you always treated me good even though I was
a smart ass to you at first. That's because I thought you'd be too cool to
treat me nice, but I was dead wrong. Nobody, not even Rob, treats me like
I'm special except you. I feel special when we're together." I go, "Of
course I treat you special, you're in charge ain't ya? I'm staying on your
good side." He laughs, muttering, "Riiiight, I'm in charge." I ask, "Why do
you say that like it's not true? You are in charge." He says, "I already
told ya. I'm in charge because you told me to be, which means you're
actually the one in charge." I go, "Poppycock, who's wearing a dog collar?"
He says, "You, and it's my fantasy seeing you in it." He rubs my hair
hinting for more compliments at how well he did with my haircut, "You look
so hot with that real short burr haircut wearing my dog collar; it gets me
sexually aroused. I just had a big orgasm a half hour ago, but looking at
you, knowing I gave you that short haircut and I told you to wear my dog
collar, it's such a turn on for me." I say, "We're lucky that way, both of
us were born with active sex drives and insatiable sexual appetites."

He drinks some ginger ale as I light a cigarette, then he asks, "Do you
really think I did a good job with your haircut?" I grin, "Fishing for
compliments, huh? Well, you deserve a compliment or two because you did
great. This haircut is better than most barbers could do." He tries not to
smile, but a big smile breaks out on his face anyway. Pushing his
eyeglasses up his cute nose with his index finger, he says, "Thanks,
Dylan. Oh man, I can't believe the change in my life from a year ago. It's
mind-blowing how different everything is. Last year at this time I was
sucking around this twenty year old kid named Craig Tallows.  I was sorted
handed off to him by my first dominant sex partner, who I thought I loved,
so I did anything he told me to do. He fucked me good though, and I'd act
with him like you do with me when you get dangerously submissive. That kid
was mean to me back then, but the second kid, Craig, was sadistic and
cruel. I could hardly walk after some of the things he put me through, but
I kept going back for more." I say, "Like I do with you when I keep nagging
for more dominant sex with you?" Ryan says, "No, I'm not saying that, and
I'd never do to you one tenth of the stuff he did to me." I go, "Like
what?" Ryan shakes his head, "No, it's too humiliating. I can hardly
believe I did some of the things he made me do. You'd think less of me if I
told you. That's past history and I've got a life now and I've got a better
self image than I had a year ago, it's a hundred times better.  Back then I
was a reclusive, incredibly shy boy afraid of my own shadow. That's why mom
and dad are so happy and probably relieved that I'm the opposite of that
now." I go, "You and me can still be a little shy at times." He goes, "Oh
yeah, I'm not saying I'm Mister Confident or anything, just far better than
I was and I keep saying this because it's true, you and Rob are like
guardian angels for me. You changed my life, like I said earlier." I go,
"You changed mine too. Look at me, really short hair and a fucking dog
collar around my neck." I'm trying to lighten things up, obviously, as Ryan
was getting into some pretty heavy stuff. He grins and rubs my head again,
saying, "Sit!" like you teach your dog to do. I chuckle saying, "I'm not
that far gone yet."

We finish our sodas and cigarettes talking about what we're going to do
about dinner tonight. We decide to do barbecue chicken on the grille with
fries and cole slaw. I step on my cigarette butt and kick it off the
balcony, then say, "We'll need to do some food shopping because I don't
have chicken or cabbage on hand." Ryan asks, "How come you didn't flick
your cigarette butt?" as he tries to flick his and it goes sideways
bouncing off the Weber grille. I mutter, "That's why. I flick cigarettes
like you do." As I kick his butt over the balcony, he goes, "You kick them
good though." He always looks for something positive to say. I give him a
hug and we end up in a sexy make-out with both of us rubbing our hands over
each other's bodies. I feel his boner even before mine is poking out the
front of my cargo shorts. Damn, this kid is so sexy to me. I absolutely
love his natural scent and try to keep my nose against his cheek as he
sucks my tongue and then does his awesomely sexy way of kissing. After five
minutes or so of that I'm limp with desire as he gets both his hands behind
my head, pulling it down so he can suck on his last hickey, the one that's
almost disappeared. I'm whimpering with submission by the time he's
satisfied with his hickey building, sucking and licking on the side of my
neck. It's impossible to describe how wonderfully dreamy it is to feel
submissive; it's something I always hoped Robby would be able to get me to
feel. It's a submissive feeling to a boy I sincerely am in love with, which
is night and day compared to the way I felt with Willie. It's just very
different. I don't think Ryan even knows how wonderful it feels because,
while he might have thought he loved the dominant kid he was involved with,
he wasn't really in love with him like I am with Ryan.  It's the innocence
Ryan shows at times, it's how unassuming he is, it's the fact that he's so
small, it's his cuteness and his out-of-date little round glasses, it's the
way he tastes, it's his scent, and mostly it's that I can feel his true
love for me. All those things, plus his natural, almost naive way of being
dominant, like he can hardly believe we're doing the things we do
together. All those things put me in my submissive trances that are so
enjoyable for me to sense. I wish it could last, but it can be a fleeting
thing: just now Ryan sneezes and says excitedly, "Wow, that's a nice
hickey!" That sort of broke the spell I was in. I feel the hickey with my
fingers. muttering, "You got me into a dreamy submissive state of mind with
the make-out and the way you pulled my head down to do that hickey." He
asks, "Really? You get submissive way faster than I ever did. Ya know,
after living in the real world with you and Rob these past months, I don't
think I could reverse time and even get back into that weird submissive
frame of mind." Hmmm, that's surprising to hear. I ask, "Weird?  I thought
you liked feeling submissive, didn't you tell me that? You think it's
weird?" He goes, "I didn't mean you're weird, and yeah, I know how dreamy
it can feel and I like when I can give you that feeling, but I think I'm
over that need to be submissive myself, not that there's anything wrong
with you still enjoying it. Maybe I outgrew it." I look startled at the
inference of that statement. Ryan quickly adds, "That didn't come out
right. I didn't mean 'outgrew it', I meant, um..." and he can't seem to be
able to explain it better than 'outgrew it'. I look at him and I'm a little
hurt, or maybe I'm pissed-off. He says, "Ah, it's just that I like feeling
normal... No, I don't mean normal. Oh man, I don't know, I just don't want
to go back to my old life. I guess that's mostly it. I'm not saying it's
wrong or that you're wrong; it's a choice mostly and I don't choose that
anymore, that's all I'm saying."

Well, that puts a damper on things for me. Yes, it's a choice for Ryan I
guess, maybe because he thought acting submissive was the only way he could
have sexy experiences, but it doesn't seem that way to me. I know I can
have sex without being submissive, so yeah, it's my choice to embrace
it. At least until I outgrow it according to Ryan. Well, boo to that. Then
I think of Shaun from Stop & Shop at college, he seemed to need to be
dominated. He was searching for it and asked me to be dominant to him
because he missed it so much. Was that simply a choice, or was it a need?
I'm pulling on my lip thinking about this and Ryan senses the mood's
heading in the wrong direction, so he says, "I fucked that up, Dylan, I'm
sorry. It all came out wrong. Please don't be mad, I didn't mean anything
negative. There's nothing about you that's negative, you're awesome in
every way and I love you so much it's driving me crazy, but in a good way,
I mean." I absently put my arm across his shoulders muttering, "No, it's
alright, Ryan. I'm not mad, I'm just thinking about things, that's all." He
says, "You don't need to wear that stupid collar, it was just a silly game
we're playing.  Here, let me take it off you." I push his hand away,
saying, "I know it's a game, but I'll wear it because I want to. Like you
said, it's my choice," and I guess I sounded a little bit pissed-off when I
said that because Ryan's looking worried. He says, "I'm really sorry,
Dylan. I didn't mean to imply, um, anything bad." Taking a deep breath, I
say, "Well, I've Googled 'submissive behavior' before, but let's you and me
check it out together. In my bedroom I Google that subject and there are
hundreds of hits. We read through some of them learning mostly that there
are more people, both gay and hetero, who participate submissively during
sex. It's very prevalent when BDSM is involved, but not exclusively in BDSM
by any means. It doesn't always include pain either, but usually includes
some kind of humiliation, "Like wearing a dog collar," I say to Ryan. He's
a little exasperated, saying, "I told you to take it off. I don't need to
humiliate you, I only mentioned the dog collar because it's an old fantasy
of mine and you seem to get off being submissive to me. Don't do it on my
account, I've told you that before. In the beginning we were depending on
sub/dom sex to get us to the lovers' sex, but we don't need it now, so
forget it." He cute when he's angry, it's like he's uncomfortable being
angry. "A little chippy, are we?" I said with a smile. He's ultra sincere,
"I don't know why I said that stuff about submissive behavior. I'm sorry,
really I am." I'm like, "Ryan, it's alright. It gave me pause when you said
basically I'm submissive because I chose to be and that you feel you've
outgrown it. I believe that's true with your unique situation, but for me,
like it says here by this psychiatrist, 'some people appear to be born with
the propensity for submissive behavior, particularly when sex is involved;
and that includes gay or straight sex'. I noticed my tendency for being
submissive way back when I first discovered I was gay. Subconsciously I
must have suspected it for years before I openly acknowledged it, because
the very first time someone offered me the chance for gay sex I jumped at
it. Maybe I was a little hurt when you said you outgrew it, but mostly I'm
trying to understand myself."

We read some more and I focus on one psychiatrist's take on it: he claims
if it's not doing harm, physically or emotionally, being submissive isn't
considered a danger when done in moderation.  The main concern is to have
faith in the dominant sex partner. I go, "Can I trust you, Ryan?" He says,
"Of course you can. I told you I don't even want to do it anymore. You're
the one who asks me to do it." I go, "You're right, so I can indeed trust
you, but it is a warning to me to watch myself with anyone else. You and I
can do it in moderation." He says, "It's the moderation part that I'm
worried about. How 'bout you Friday morning?" Shrugging, I say, "Yeah, that
was a bit bizarre, I gotta admit, but what's the harm? You were there to
look out for me and I've never gotten that way with anyone else. With you
it's fun, but looking back to a couple of other guys I was submissive to I
realize it wasn't totally carefree fun like with you." He mumbles, "That's
flattering I guess, but like I said, I can take it or leave it." I go, "Ah
ha, so you're saying you're willing to satisfy my craving for it once in
awhile?" He pushes his glasses up his cute nose, shrugging, and mumbling,
"Reluctantly, but only once in awhile." What he doesn't realize is that he
doesn't need to try being dominant, as it's the little things he does
without thinking about it get my balls buzzing with a submissive feeling,
like giving me that hickey a little while ago. I say, "We need to get our
groove back, Ryan, this feels too serious and that's no fun." He's like,
"But I am serious where you're concerned," and trying to lighten things up,
I say, "Well good, you're in charge so you need to look out for me and
protect me from myself. It's a big job of course, and a lot of
responsibility, but that way I can be happily carefree 'cause you'll be
looking out for me." He doesn't realize I'm mostly kidding, and seriously
says, "I will do that because I love you. Be as carefree as you want, I
like seeing you happy.  I'll be looking out for you, you can depend on me."
He's so fucking cute sometimes. I give him a hug, muttering, "Good, I feel
safe now. Oh, I want to Google something else before we go to Stop & Shop."
Googling 'Men's leather necklaces,' I find to my surprise that there are
such things. I go, "Look here, Ryan, that almost looks like your dog collar
I'm wearing." He chuckles, saying, "I know because I Googled the same thing
a few years ago and bought a dog collar that looks as close to a man's
leather necklace as possible. Craig was satisfied as long as it resembled a
dog collar. He didn't know there were men's leather necklaces so I fooled
him for once." I look at the leather necklaces and one with a silver cross
costs almost four hundred dollars. I say, "Hmm, yeah, but none of the
necklaces buckle on like this dog collar." Ryan mutters, "That because
these aren't dog collars," but I'm satisfied, "Yeah, but this resembles a
leather necklace close enough to suit me. Let's go, I want to show the
world my dog collar leather necklace." He chuckles, "You're a lot of fun,
Dylan, and a little crazy too." I ask, "But do you love me?" He says, "You
know damn well I'm head over heels in love with you." As if that proves
something, I say, "Well, there ya go then," and we leave my bedroom heading
for the front door. I hold out my hand and Ryan grins taking hold of it,
muttering, "You're incorrigible."

Ryan drives us to the grocery store with us talking about anything but
submissive behavior. When we park and get out of the car we don't hold
hands, but Ryan walks too close to me, like he does with Robby, so I ask,
"Why do you walk so close to me?" He giggles, saying, "It's so I can look
out for you and make sure you don't fall under the spell of a dominant bag
boy, of course." I mutter, "Oh, so that's why." We walk in the store with
no one paying the slightest attention to the submissive boy wearing a dog
collar. What's a person gotta do to get noticed? That's what I say out loud
to Ryan, who laughs, saying, "You're crazy, in only the best ways, I mean."
I go, "I just wanna have fun. Life's too serious." He adds, "Yeah and you
can't get out of it alive either." We get a cornish hen, cranberry sauce in
a can with whole cranberries, and a head of cabbage. I tell Ryan, "We'll
cut this cornish hen in half before sticking it on the grille." Ryan says,
"You're the chef, I don't know anything about cooking. Making a sandwich is
a challenge for me." At check-out there's a unfortunate looking kid bagging
groceries and Ryan leans against me whispering, "Beware of the bag boy, he
looks dominant," and I laugh out loud, then whisper back, "Good to know
you're on top of your job, boss. I feel much safer this way." We pay and
take our small bag of groceries from the pimply bag boy who says, "Have a
good one," and Ryan says to me, "See what I mean, he's already telling you
what to do." I put my arm across his shoulders, whispering, "Yes, he's like
a magnet to submissive boys like me. I'll stick close to you until I'm out
of danger." We keep this nonsense up until we're back to the condo where I
show Ryan how to make cole slaw, then make barbecue sauce from scratch. I
always use thinly sliced radishes in the cole slaw and it's important to
add a splash of red vinegar and sugar to the mayonnaise too. Thinly sliced
cabbage, the thinner the better. The barbecue sauce is ketchup, molasses,
brown sugar, and Frank's hot sauce. It goes on the chicken when it's almost
done cooking because otherwise the sugar would burn. The chicken is cut in
half, then rubbed with olive oil on the skin with salt and pepper added,
and then on the grille it goes with the skin side down for the first five
minutes to crisp the skin. Then ten minutes with the skin side up. I pierce
the thigh to see clear liquid, which tells me it's done, so I add the
barbecue sauce and close the grille lid for a minute and then bring the
chicken in the house. While it rests, I heat vegetable oil for the french
fries and add fresh orange pulp and juice to the cranberry sauce. I dump
the frozen fries in the hot oil, slamming a lid on the pot until the water
cooks off, then move the fries around so they don't stick together. When
the fries are light brown and stiff, I take them out with a slotted spoon
to drain on paper towels. Add salt and dinner is served. We drink the
Arizona brand of half iced tea and half lemonade; that's called an Arnold
Palmer. We eat everything with many compliments from Ryan. I like
compliments.

After dinner we smoke a cigarette on the balcony with Ryan going on and on
about how he can't believe his life has turned around so much for the
better. We decide we need ice cream for dessert so we go to Treadwell's for
their homemade ice cream. Many flavors to choose from, but I get vanilla
and Ryan gets chocolate and we sit at a table and lick off each other's
cones. There are many kids around our age and younger, but not a one seems
to notice my leather necklace dog collar. Kinda disappointing actually.
It's after nine when we finish our cones and Ryan wants to know, "What
should we do now, Dylan?" I go, "I don't know, it's not my job to make
important decisions like that. You're in charge, think of something." He
smirks, shaking his head slowly, then says, "Lets play miniature golf for
money." There's a driving range and miniature golf course connected with
Treadwell's. I go, "Hmmm, a miniature golf hustler, huh? Okay, a dollar a
hole." He goes, "A dollar? How about a quarter?" I go, "That's what I meant
to say," and after chuckling, he mumbles, "Hope you got a lot of quarters
on you." We pay the four bucks each and get a red golf ball and a yellow
one, plus putters. Waiting our turn to play the first hole I say, I'll play
the red ball," and Ryan jokingly says, "Oh, I wanted the red ball," so I
say, "I meant the yellow one," and he laughs taking the red ball. "Being in
charge has its privileges, ya know," Ryan informs me. I grin at him. As we
play miniature golf it becomes obvious we're no better at this then we were
at candlepin bowling, but like with candlepins it doesn't matter if we both
suck because it makes for an even competition. When we're done Ryan wins a
quarter which I flip at him bouncing it off his belly. He says, "Poor
sport," picking up the quarter and we walk to the car ragging on each
other's ineptitude at miniature golf. In the car I ask, "What now?" and
Ryan says, "You and me are gonna get in your bed naked and see what
happens." I go, "Good!"

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

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