Date: Sun, 30 Jun 2013 05:33:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: NIFTY DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO   Chapter 19  by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


				Chapter  19


			     by Donny Mumford


So
far this Sunday night Robby and I have had a very good experience and a very bad
one. We had a wonderful sexual experience at lovers' lane in a closed-down
drive-in theater; the sex was both hot and like lovers' sex at the same time.
That's the 'good' part of the evening. The 'bad' part of tonight was a rather
unsettling experience at the same closed-down drive-in theater, which is in
Northborough, a town about fifteen miles north of where we live in Framingham.
It could have been worse. When it happened we'd just finished our sex and gotten
dressed. If we were still naked and having sex who knows what might have
happened. So Robby and I are dressed, talking in the pickup and kinda cuddling
when two homophobes appeared in the night intending to show us what they think
of gays. They opened the passenger door and one of them dragged me out onto the
gravel. I tripped that guy by grabbing his foot while I lay on the ground and
yanking his leg up. He made a satisfying yelp of pain when he landed in the
gravel, but the other homophobe punched me in the face, well, the punch was on
my chin actually. Robby took exception to that and hit the second guy over the head
with a baseball bat, and for good measure cracked the bat against the first guy's knee
that I'd just tripped. The bat whacked the guy in his knee with Robby swinging
for the fences, so to speak, and it probably left a mark. We hightailed it out
of there of course, and we're almost positive that neither of the attackers or
any of the other lovers in the few cars that were there will be able to identify
the pickup because it was a very dark night. It was not only dark, but a cloudy
night as well, so it's extremely unlikely anyone got a good look at the pickup
or us. That scary encounter left me with a very sore jaw and Robby shaken. It
happened about forty minutes ago so we've both calmed down a lot by now. I need
to get cold cuts to make lunch for Chubby, Ryan, and me tomorrow. That's why
we're at the deli now, and the first person I see is Travis Pickles. If anything
he's looking more attractive than he looked the two times I've seen him
recently. He's got light red hair cut short and combed down on top with his
bangs flipped up in front. Travis is Robby's and my size, about five feet ten
inches tall, slim with a damn cute face and a pale, clear complexion; a killer
cute smile too. Robby had a date with Travis last night so knew that Travis is
working at the deli tonight, but I didn't want to act like a petty, jealous
lover and not frequent the deli just because Travis works here. Of course, I am
a jealous lover, but I don't think I'm petty. Travis shows us the aforementioned
cute smile when he sees Robby walk through the door. He gives me a nod of his
head, but only has eyes for Robby. There are two customers in front of us as
Travis says, "Be with you in a minute or two, Rob." Robby's smiling as well,
which I could do without. I wander over to the bakery section for some rolls,
choosing three sub rolls and then three individual-sized cherry pies. On the way
back to the meat section I also grab a bag of Lay's Kettle Cooked potato chips to
go with the sandwiches. When it's our turn Robby and Travis do a fist bump, with
Travis saying, "This is a nice treat, Rob," then, "Hi, Dylan, I see you're
rocking a dog collar nowadays. Did Rob put that around your neck? It looks kinda
tight, were you a naughty boy?" Robby says, "I don't put anything around
Dylan's neck except my arms. Anyway it's not a dog collar, it's a necklace."
Travis raises his eyebrows, mumbling, "If you say so, Rob. What can I get you
guys?" Robby looks at me, so I say, "I'd like three-quarters of a pound of roast
beef sliced real thin." Travis says, "Coming right up," then to Rob, "The
Kibbles 'n Bits are in the next isle," and then he chuckles. Robby frowns,
muttering, "Kibbles and Bits? What's that?" I say, "That's a dog food," and
Robby makes a face like he doesn't get it. I'm surprised Travis is breaking my
balls. At dinner the other night he was mostly nice to me. He's been a wise-ass
with me before though, so he and I just might need to try some fisticuffs one of
these days, and I say that even though Robby will misinterpret it as a cat fight
over him. That can't be helped though, as I refuse to take verbal or physical
abuse. The older I get the less tolerance I have for that kind of shit.

Travis
gets a big hunk of medium rare Boar's Head brand roast beef on the slicer and
slices the roast beef nice and thin, just the way I like it. We had roast beef
for dinner earlier tonight and it was really good so that's why I thought of
having it for lunch tomorrow at work. The leftover roast beef at home would make
good sandwiches except I can't slice it thin enough for sandwiches, and there's
not three-quarters of a pound leftover anyway. Travis rings up all my purchases
and as I'm paying him, he says to Robby, "Um, I get off at eleven if you're, you
know, interested in a repeat performance. I know I'd be up for one." Robby tries
not to grin, but he does anyway, mumbling, "Nah, I gotta get up too early for
work, Travis. I'll see ya Saturday night." Travis goes, "Good deal," and we
leave. Outside Robby explains, "Saturday nights will usually be my date night
with Travis. It'll be less confusing if our threesome knows in advance that
Saturday nights are out for me. I'm kinda hoping you and Ryan will make that
your sex-on-the-side night too, but that's up to you guys. Tonight was our
night, Dylan, so tomorrow after our baseball practice it's Ryan's and my night.
Do you want Sunday night to be our night, Dylan?" I say, "I'd rather have it be
Friday or Saturday night so we can stay out later." As we get in the pickup, he
says, "Saturday night is the only night Travis has off from work and I can't
stay up as late as he does on other nights. He usually works nights so he sleeps
late." I ask, "Which night's Ryan and my night?" He goes, "Whenever you guys say
it is. The only set nights will be Friday, Saturday, and Monday. That's if you'd
rather our night be Friday, is that okay with you? The other four nights we'll
handle day to day." I shrug as Robby drives away from the deli, then I mumble,
"It's okay with me, but have you asked Ryan?" He says, "Not yet, I'll mention it
tomorrow at work and see if it's okay with him." With the fight at the drive-in
and the exchange with Travis, I'm not in high spirits and consequently Robby's
not either. If I don't shine neither does Robby, that's how we roll; it holds
true the other way around too. And, maybe because we just saw Travis, Robby's
feeling a little guilty about his sex-on-the-side, especially considering
neither Ryan nor I have had any, or have plans for any. I'm talking about no
plans for sex-on-the-side, not sex between Ryan and me because that's part of
our threesome agreement and doesn't count as sex-on-the-side. I still haven't
decided if I'll make Ray my side-sex buddy or not. The thought of Lee fucking
me, if he's so inclined, is definitely intriguing, but maybe too iffy. I don't
know for sure he's bisexual, but he might just be a big tease.

At
my condo, Robby parks at the curb and says, "It's a damn shame those assholes
at the drive-in put such a wet blanket on our night. And, running into Travis
didn't do anything to brighten the mood either, so I'm sorry, Dylan." I'm like,
"Oh, what the hell, we had an awesome time until the assholes showed up, so I'm
concentrating on that part of the night. Plus, you were awesome all night,
Robby. You're a fantastic lover and a great bodyguard too." He gives me a grin,
mumbling, "Thanks, but I lose control of myself when somebody hurts you. Give me
a kiss," and I lean over for a kiss, then another one and it turns into another
hot make-out that wipes out the bad parts of the evening. When we break apart
Robby has a determined look on his face and, without explaining himself, he
drives us around to the back of my condo and turns off the lights. Turning to
face me, he asks, "Do we dare do it here?" I go, "There's almost a zero chance
anyone will check back here, and anyway we're acknowledged boyfriends making out
in your pickup. Even if they did see us it wouldn't be a problem." He says, "You
know damn well I'm not talking about making-out, we could do that on the
street." As I pull my pants down, I go, "I know, I was kidding you, Robby. I
knew very well what you meant and I'm all for it. We'll end our date on a high
note." Robby pulls his dick out through his zipper and, with me on my knees on
the seat, I suck his cock as he rubs my hair and the back of my neck. His cock
is messy after fucking me up the ass in his own cum earlier, but I suck it clean
and his dick gets hard fast. He says, "Stay on your knees, but turn around." My
pants are around my ankles so turning around is a bit of a chore, but I manage.
Robby's up on his knees behind me, stroking his cock. He smacks my ass four
times, then reaches between my legs to massage my cock roughly. When it's as
hard as his he gives my nuts a squeeze and I yelp as he giggles, then says, "I
thought Ryan squeezed your balls all the time." I mutter, "He doesn't do that
anymore," but now I'm wondering how Robby knew Ryan squeezed my nuts in the first
place. I'll ask Ryan about that.

Robby
pokes his finger up my ass, pushing it in all the way in and massages my
prostate, "How's that feel, boyfriend?" he asks. I suck in some air muttering,
"Real good, but don't do it too long or I'll cum." He pulls his finger out and
I hear him sniffing it, then he says, "Hey, your shit doesn't stink, at
least not too badly." I smile, then say, "It stinks alright, but all the cum you
shot up my ass earlier probably diluted the shit smell." He goes, "I prefer to
think your shit don't stink," and then his boner's at my hole. He pushes his
hard meat past my sphincter muscle as I tighten it, with Robby saying, "My
cock's captured by your asshole." I mutter, "I wish I could capture it and it'd
be up my rear-end all the time." Robby finishes pushing his boner up my rectum
as I make "Ssssssssss" sounds. It hurts slightly, but mostly feels good. All
the way in, he pulls it almost all the way out, then in again with Robby copying
my "Ssssssss" sound, probably unconsciously. He does the slow in and out a few
times and then his hips begin a steady rhythm driving and retracting his swollen
boner back and forth in my ass smoothly and it feels just as good as it always
does. I can't resist stroking my cock along with his penetrations and
withdrawals. I can only hold back moans of sexual pleasure for so long before I
finally let myself go with the "Mmmmm" and "Oooooh yeaaaah" and the
"Aaaaaah" sounds as the sensations from all the pleasure spots in my rectum
come alive and demand attention. There are too many of them to separate one from
another; it's basically a symphony of pleasure like only anal sex can play for
me. Robby goes, "Ooooh, Dylan, this is so good. Your ass is gold, what a tight
fucking rectum," then a whiny "Mmmmmmmmmm, uuunnnn, mmm," as sensations on his
cock overtake him. He smacks my ass a few times hard, and then drives his cock
up my ass harder, grunting now. We rock this fuck for at least ten minutes
before Robby pulls out and, stoking his cock, grunts, "On your back," followed
by another hard slap on my ass. Come to think of it, Robby's more dominant
lately with his sex than Ryan; how 'bout that? I flop over and pull my legs back
tightly bringing my asshole up off the seat. Another swat at my ass, "Smack!"
and then Robby scoots up on his knees and pokes his cock head right past my
sphincter muscle again. Leaning into me, with a hand on either side of my chest,
he smoothly humps his boner up my ass until his shaved crotch is flat against my
ass cheeks. Hovering over me he gives my ass a fast, hard fucking, grunting with
the effort as sweat droplets from his face hit my chest. My legs go around him
as I writhe on the seat in extreme erotic pleasure moaning and rolling my head
to the left then right, then left, and on and on. My brain explodes with sensual
sensations with me humping my hips forward lifting my ass entirely off the seat
as a hard stream of cum from my boner wets my chest and neck, then another
stream of cum has me squealing at the thrilling sensations of an orgasm that's
been fucked out of me. No form of masturbation on oral sex can provide this
level of intense pleasure. Robby falls forward laying on my cum-saturated chest,
his hips continue humping his cock up my ass with short hard thrusts as he's
going "Ump, um, ump, ohh, ahhhhhh" and my ass is refilled with the extra amount
of spunk Robby's big balls can produce. He tops Ryan in that category. Robby
keeps on humping his hips, driving his cock up my ass even as I hug around
his back with both arms; he's moaning from the lingering sensations of
climaxing. When he stops thrusting his fat boner into my ass, a last zig-zag of
sensations must have zipped through him because his shoulders do a little
shudder. Then he lays still on top of me, his legs stretched out behind him,
bent at the knees with his feet resting against the driver's side window. He's
still dressed so my cum will have soaked into his shirt, and the cum drooling
out of my ass will be soaking through the legs of his shorts.

My
body is relaxed now and I'm feeling fine. I begin running my fingers through his
hair as he lays on me. I've taken my legs from around him and my feet are now on
either side of Robby, flat on the seat with my knees in the air. It's stifling
hot in here, but Robby's body feels good laying on me. It makes me think of our
freshman year when we got to sleep together every night. I notice his scent now
that the incredible sensations associated with being fucked have receded,  allowing my brain to recognize other sensory things like smell and the texture
of his hair between my fingers. Finally, with the side of his face still on my
chest and the top of his head against my chin, he says, "Holy shit, that was a
hell of a climax I just had. Ya know, I gotta admit you've right about dominant
sex adding heat to my orgasms. Smacking your ass and ordering you around while
I'm fucking you is a definite extra turn-on." He takes a deep breath, then adds,
"I thought it was a bunch of mumbo-jumbo, but I'm becoming a believer." I say,
"You're fucking me better than ever, Robby, and you fucked me great before, so
this is really something special. You're something special yourself, too." He
lifts his head and we do a long sweet kiss with me holding his face between my
hands. After the kiss, he lifts up off me, a hand on the seat on both sides of
me and then he fucks me for another six or seven minutes creating exquisite
sexual pleasure for me. Then he pulls out chuckling, "Man, I'm beat. That's a
good work out fucking you, Dylan. It's like I can't get enough of it. Damn, I
love doing that with you," and he leans down for another kiss. Then sits up and
I sit next to him on some tissues. He's checking his clothes, saying, "Look at
me, I'm covered in cum. Jesus! Glad my folks will be in bed when I get home...
haha. Wish Dodger was still sharing the bedroom 'cause he'd be laughing his ass
off seeing me covered in our cum. Damn, I miss him." I say, "From the emails and
texts I get from Dodger he misses you just as much. Connor said they're both
getting homesick. Ya know, I can just imagine how awful it would be if Chubby
were away somewhere." We talk about that awhile and end up hugging with maybe a
tear or two rolling down our cheeks. Loving brothers like ours are a treasure. I
finally pull my pants up as Robby says, "Awwww, I like looking at your pretty
dick and balls." I smile, muttering, "Don't blame you, they're pretty special."
He runs his fingers through my wicked short hair, then says, "I really got to
get going." We glance at the pickup's clock, it's eleven thirty, which isn't too
bad. One last lover's kiss then I grab my groceries and we say goodnight. I get
out and go in the back door to the garage and then through to the basement as
Robby drives around front and gets back on the main road. I have a great feeling
about most of tonight, it's kinda like I made an important lover's reconnection
with Robby. I thought he was totally into the sex we had tonight, more than I've
noticed recently, or is my imagination running away with me again? It just
seemed better tonight, more meaningful, but I can't put my finger on exactly why
that is. It might have something to do with Robby and Travis, but I can't
imagine how Robby's side-sex would make our sex better.

Upstairs,
I put the food in the refrigerator and then get undressed and take a shower.
Then, after brushing my teeth and peeing, I set the alarm for fifteen minutes
earlier then normal. That's so I can make our lunch for Monday, and now it's
finally time to get in bed. Sleep comes quickly as I think loving thoughts of
Robby. Monday morning is overcast with rain expected. That'll make for a bad day
at work for guys doing landscaping jobs like our crew. I hurry through my
bathroom rituals and then get dressed and make our lunch. Then I go outside with a
take-out cup of yucky instant coffee to wait for Chubby. Usually I smoke a
cigarette with my coffee, but don't feel like smoking this morning, maybe
because this dog collar feels especially tight today. Chubby's right on time,
but he's grumpy as he tells me how lousy his double date was last night. He
adds, "As if that boring couple we double dated with weren't bad enough, around
ten o'clock I felt a hangover coming over me from those rum and cokes you and I
had before dinner." We're going down the steps to where the Jeep's parked. I go,
"Gee, I didn't notice a hangover last night, but get this," and I tell him about
the two assholes who harassed Robby and me at the old drive-in theater. Then I tell Chubby not to mention to anyone that Robby hit those two bigots with the
baseball bat. I'm sure Chubby's thinking the same thing I am, about when he did a
number on sicko Joel with a steel pipe, much like Robby did with his baseball
bat, but neither of us mentions it. Chubby goes, "Damn, Robby really came
through last night." He's referring to him using the baseball bat, not that he
came through with a great fuck on my ass. I didn't mention that part to Chubby.
I'm like, "He says he loses control when someone hurts me and I know what he
means. He was going to smash the first guy's head in as he lay on the ground. I
had to yell to stop him from doing it. The guy was already incapacitated as it
was." Chubby mumbles, "I might have hit the guy again myself, but I know what
you mean; don't use more force than necessary. Still, when I get pissed off I'm
kinda like Robby and when someone hurts you they're gonna have problems with
me." I say, "Same for me if someone's fucking with you, Chubby," and we're both
probably thinking about the time I had hell brought down on Ricky and his father
when I found out what they were doing to Chubby. But we don't mention that either.
We've agreed to never bring those things up although occasionally they still do
come up, but very rarely. By the time we're pulling into the parking lot at work
Chubby's talked himself into a good mood by making me laugh at the stuff he
said, tongue in cheek, to the guy and girl he and MJ doubled dated with last
night. Chubby puts a spin on the negatives, turning them into humorous stories.
That happens with negative things that occur to us at times, they become funny
stories with the passage of time.

We
get out of the pickup and Ryan appears, saying, "Hi, Dylan and Chubby." Chubby
says, "Hi, yourself. Looks like we're gonna get wet today." I give Ryan a salute
for old times sake, mumbling, "Hey, hottie, how ya doing?" Ryan doesn't comment
on Chubby's assessment of possible rain today, instead he leans against me
grinning at my dog collar. Without thinking I put my arm around his neck and he
quietly says, "Not here, Dylan," so I take my arm away, muttering, "Oh, yeah,
you're right." Chubby goes over to exchange friendly insults with Billy Lee, as
Chubby calls him, and Ryan says to me, "Put the lunch in the cooler and come
inside to change in the locker room. I did the uniform washing so we got clean
ones for today and tomorrow." Ryan at times has a way of saying things to me
with a friendly, but authoritative tone to his voice, it always makes my dick
quiver and this time is no different. Taking a deep breath, adjusting my
quivering cock I do what Ryan tells me to do. In the locker room Ryan has our
clean uniforms laid out in front of Chubby's and my lockers. The uniforms are
clean and pressed, looking spiffy. Sometimes when I do the washing I don't iron
them, but Chubby and Ryan always do so I guess I better get with the program. I
go, "Nice job with the uniforms, Ryan." He grins and we put the uniforms on,
with Ryan asking, "You and Rob have a good time last night?" I don't tell Ryan
about the baseball bat Robby used, but I tell him about being hassled by gay
bashers at the old drive-in. His eyes get big, "Wow, Dylan, that's scary.
Nothing like that's ever happened to me," and I say, "I hope it never does."
We've got five minutes before reporting to the parking lot so Ryan whispers a
question to me, "Can you keep your submissiveness under control if I give you a
proper hello kiss in the alcove?" I do his fast head nod to the affirmative and
he's like, "Alright then, get your ass back near the furnace room and I'll be
there momentarily. That way no one will see us going back there together." I
wander casually back there and a half minute later Ryan joins me. I lean my head
down and Ryan holds it between his hands, saying, "Here's your good morning
kiss," and he gives me one of his unbelievable kisses with both my arms around
his neck. God, I love his sexy aroma and my dick gets hard immediately. The kiss
is awesome and I'm soon hugging his whole body against mine. The kiss breaks and
I'm rubbing my nose against his cheek murmuring, "Mmmmmm, ooooh," breathing
deeply and already very sexily turned-on. Ryan whispers in my ear, "I love you
too, Dylan," then the eerie voice asks, "Will you wear your dog collar every
day? It gets me hot seeing you wear it with this short burr haircut. Feel my
boner?" and he presses it against my leg. I say a whiny, "Yeah and yes," meaning
I'll wear the dog collar and I feel his big boner. He says, "Good, now let's go
outside. Are you okay?" I'm feeling a little submissive, but I'm okay. I tell
him, "I feel some submissiveness to you, but it feels good and isn't anything to
worry about. Oh, and I have a hard boner too." He giggles, "Join the club. I get
a boner sometimes from just looking at you." On the way outside I ask, "Is it
okay if I loosen this dog collar a little?" He stops, saying, "Okay, while we're
working, but after work tighten it again, as then it'll keep your mind where it should
be, on me," and he laughs, adding, "I hope it does anyway," then he stops and
thinks. "Wait a minute, it's definitely going to rain today and that will
mess up the leather dog collar. Don't wear it today, Dylan, or any day it rains.
Put it in your locker," which is what I do. I feel naked without it. It's funny
how you get used to something kinda quickly.

On
the blacktop I see everyone is here. As we wait for our supervisor, I ask Ryan,
"How about sweat on the leather collar?" Ryan says, "Google to find out how to
clean leather, it'll tell you how to keep your dog collar clean." Sounds like a
pain in my ass, but it is what it is. I mutter, "Oh, okay." Robby comes out of
the supervisors' meeting and tells us, "Good morning, guys. It's going to rain
this morning but we've checked the latest weather reports and the rain won't be
coming down hard enough to hamper our lawn cutting. We'll all be soaked but it
comes with the job sometimes. Whoever is scheduled for the big walk behind mower
needs to be very aware of the slippery conditions, keep that mower under
control. We've got all large properties today with hedges and the whole works so
load everything on the truck. Have a good work day in spite of the weather." We
all start for the equipment garage, Robby says, "Ryan, can I see you for a
minute?" Ryan jogs over to him. It's probably about the new threesome
arrangements, including tonight being a Ryan/Rob night. I'm helping load the
weed whackers with Lee, who says, "That's quite a haircut ya got there, Dylan.
Pretty short though, ain't it?" I mumble, "Same as my brother's haircut," and
he's like, "Nah, yours is shorter, too short actually. Where do you go for your
haircuts?" I say, "Super Cuts, where else?" He says, "No you don't, I go to
Super Cuts, they don't know how to cut that Marine-type haircut. They give
cookie-cutter haircuts." I shrug, "Why do you go there then?" He says, "Because
my mother works there so it's free, but I would go someplace else if I could." I
consider offering him a free haircut, but for some reason I don't. He's got what
looks like a two-day growth of whiskers on his face, but I can still see the
beauty mark on his cheekbone, or whatever that mark's called. His lips are sexy
too and there's a edge to his personality that I'm attracted to. It's probably my
damn fetish because Lee's definitely the dominant type. His body his hard all
over, except ironically, his dick isn't. As I'm getting off the truck Lee gives
my ass a too-hard goose, with him muttering, "I'm kinda jealous of Rob... you
got a hellauva ass for fucking." This is too good of an opportunity to pass up,
so I look him in the eyes and ask, "What, are you saying you'd want to have sex
with me? Is that it?" He goes, "If I was bisexual, I would. You're damn right I
would. Hell, you're also better looking than my friggin' girlfriend," and he
puts his arm across my shoulders as we walk back to the equipment garage, with
him asking, "Have you ever had a straight guy plow your ass?" I mutter, "Not to
my knowledge, no." Squeezing me against his side I feel the power in his arm as
he says, "It'd be a new experience for you and, hell, I might even do it for you
sometime, although there'd need to be some adult beverages involved to lessen my
inhibitions, but if you nag me enough to do it, maybe I'll surprise you." I go,
"Huh," and he says, "I know that excited you, but I gotta compliment you on your
poker face. Do you play cards?" I go, "Not very well, I lose usually." Lee says,
"I had a gay guy blow me once, not my gay friend though. It was at a party and
we were all a little drunk, a guy kinda got a crush on me and asked if I'd let
him, and so I did. Best damn blow job I ever had. I'll bet you give good head so
maybe I'll let you suck my cock sometime." I go, "Huh."

We're
inside the equipment garage now and Robby calls out, "Get the walk-behind mower,
Lee. Thanks," and Lee goes, "You got it, boss," and he goes to do that as I push
the manual mower towards the truck. There's one property we'll do today with
lots of shrubbery and thin strips of grass so the manual mower is the only one
small enough to cut that section of grass. Ryan catches up with me, as he's
carrying the grass catcher that goes with the mower I'm pushing. He asks, "What
was Lee saying to you? Was that a hug he was giving you?" I go, "He was
basically teasing me because I'm gay. He apparently has a gay bud who he does
the same thing to." Ryan's like, "Oh. Hey, do you think Lee's sexy? I do." I
say, "Yeah, I guess he is, but he's straight." The ride-on mower goes on the
truck after the big power walk-behind one and then we're ready to go. Chubby
squeezes my hand, asking, "Ya ready to get rained on, Dylan?" Then he holds his
hand out, palm up, and I see a raindrop hit it, then I feel some raindrops on my
head. I grin at Chubby, saying, "I guess we're gonna have to be ready, it's
friggin' raining already." Chubby gets up on the truck bed and holds a hand down
for me to grab and I hop up onto the truck with Chubby helping, then hold my
hand down to help Ryan up. The feel of his hand in mine gets my dick's attention
and it moves in my jockey shorts. Ryan and I sit at our normal spots and he
takes my hand to hold between our thighs, his right one and my left. I love
holding hands with another boy. The truck starts up and Lee gets on and sits
next to Chubby. Derek, who looks pissed-off this morning, puts up the tailgate,
then gets in the cab with Robby and the truck lurches forward and we're on our
way. Ryan leans over to say in my ear over the roar of the truck's engine and
the traffic noise, "It's raining," I grin and say in his ear, "No shit." He
giggles then reaches over with his other hand and holds my chin with his
fingers, pulling my head around so he can give me another one of his kisses. My
free arm immediately goes around his neck and we make-out for three or four
minutes raising boners on both of us. His big cock is really pushing out the
material of his cargo shorts. We both take a deep breath, then I say,
with my lips against his ear, "I wish I could suck your big cock right now." He
unzips and fishes his boner out and with a hand behind my head brings my face
down to his cock and I take it in my mouth. We can do what we want because
neither Chubby nor Lee can see us when both big mowers are on the truck. Ryan's
scent is pronounced in his underwear and it's truly awesome. His cock tastes so
good I need to remind myself not to bite it. Ryan keeps my head down with
pressure from his hand at the back of my head, but it's unnecessary because I
don't want to take my mouth or nose away from where they're at right now. I suck
the head of his cock while my tongue laps the fat shaft. What a penis on this
kid! I can hear the slurping sounds that my lips and tongue are making sucking
Ryan's cock, but with the other noises of the truck and traffic no one else can
hear them. This is a real morning treat riding to our first job of the day and
I'm really being active with my cocksucking. After three minutes I taste his
first precum drool. I can't hear his moan of sensual pleasure but he's squirming
on the bed of the truck, moving his legs and ass while massaging my head. His
cock is ridiculously big and hard and what a joy it is to suck it. My boner's
throbbing in my pants and I feel an orgasm growing and churning in my balls. I'd
love to stroke my cock but Ryan's still holding my hand and squeezing it as his
climax builds. I'm determined to suck down his cum... yum yum. Now Ryan's body
movements are of a frantic nature and I feel the head of his cock grow larger
and then as he bucks his hips cum rushes from his nuts, up the shaft of his
boner and out the wide open pee slit of his cock's head to stream in my mouth. A
strong stream of spunk that I'm gulping down even as another stream follows the
first, and then just a few spurts. I somehow avoid sucking cum up my sinuses,
which would spray out my nostrils, as that's happened before. I keep sucking until
his cock is clean of random cum, then lift my head.

I
grin at Ryan, who's laying against the side of the truck bed limply. He looks
drained; I know his nuts are at least. Letting out a long exhale and then giving
me a huge grin, he reaches over and runs the pad of his thumb across my lips,
then shows me the cum he wiped off my lips. He pushes the thumb against my teeth
and I open my mouth to suck on his thumb as I grope my boner through my shorts.
Ryan wipes some of his cum off my chin and I suck his thumb again. Then he gets
his handkerchief, spits on it, and wipes cum from the corners of my mouth and a
little bit more from my chin. He leans over and says in my ear, "Awesome, Dylan!
Thank you, I needed that." We go back to holding hands and staring into each
other's eyes, smiling. The rain turned out to be sprinkles, but when Robby parks
at the curb of a sprawling estate the rain starts up again in earnest. We're all
soaking wet by the time we finish the first property an hour later. It's the
first time Ryan's been assigned the walk-behind mower, but due to the rain
causing slippery conditions I switched with him and wrestled that damn mower for
forty-five minutes concentrating on not slipping. It seemed to me to be longer
than a forty-five minute job, I'll tell you that for sure. Ryan did my easier
job of weed whacking although that gets your shoulders aching after awhile too.
The last fifteen minutes I dealt with the grass clippings and when I get in the
truck, wet grass clippings are sticking to me from head to foot. During the ride
to a coffee shop for our morning break, Ryan wipes all the clippings off me while
thanking me a number of times for switching jobs with him. We all troop into the
coffee shop, not a Dunkin' Donuts this time, soaked through. It's chilly with the
air conditioning in here, made chillier because we're wet. We get some dirty
looks from the grump at the cash register as we drip rain water on his floor,
but he didn't complain because we all buy large coffees and donuts. Plus,
there's another group of four middle aged men at a table who are just as wet as
we are, obviously they've been working at some sort of outdoor job, too. Laborers
just work through it while office workers scurry around under umbrellas, the
pussies... haha. Actually on a day like this I envy them. When the weather's
nice, then I'd rather be working outside.

Chubby
and Lee join Ryan and me at a table for four and those two go into their routine
where one asks the other a sexually loaded or off-color question, something they
make-up on the spot, and the answer-guy needs to think up a clever response. Lee
says, "Jeffrey, I've got a friend who takes a shit in the ocean whenever we're at
the shore, even though he knows I find it disgusting. How can I get him to
stop?" Chubby goes, "Let's face it, we've all dropped a sea biscuit or two in
the ocean, but it's usually an emergency situation." We're all laughing already,
but Chubby goes on, "If your bud's doing it every time you're in the ocean with
him, he's obviously just busting your balls. So, some day when you've had a
particularly boozy lunch with a number of beers and let's say a big bowl of
chili, swim out in front of your bud, then open your torpedo hatch and fire
away. With any luck he'll get shit-slapped right in the chops." Ryan laughs so
hard he snorts coffee out his nose which gets all of us laughing boisterously attracting lots of attention, but no one complains. When we've calmed down,
Chubby goes, "I got one for you, Billy Lee. Say I'm a fifteen year old virgin
and have what appears to be acne on my penis. Okay, it was me when I was
fifteen, but for the love of God, tell me this is normal." Lee tries to keep a
straight face, saying, "I was trying to  chew my donut when you asked that
question, and now you got me thinking about teenage mutant pus-filled dick
pimples, so thanks very fucking much for sharing." It's the way these guys think
shit up that amazes us and makes us laugh. Plus, once you get laughing
everything seems funnier. Lee goes on, "Anyway, yes, acne on your one-armed
bandit is normal at age fifteen; your dick's covered in skin, in case you hadn't
noticed. It's curable. You simply need to go to a doctor or someone who knows
about stuff like that, but next time make it someone who ain't named Lee."
 Those two do a few more of the question and answers and by the time Robby
calls for us to get on the truck we're all pretty much laughed out. The rain
lets up just before noon so we don't go back to the shop for lunch. We eat in a
small park sitting on wet benches watching young teens play basketball on a wet
court with puddles of rainwater here and there. Every time one of then dribbles
in one of the puddles the water splashes on them and there's lots of cursing
like teens like to do anyway. Two fairly cute young teens and four average to
below-average ones are playing three-on-three basketball using just half of the
court. Guess which two I'm watching. My roast beef sandwiches are a hit, but the
cherry pies get the most compliments.

It's
not raining after lunch, but everything's wet and it makes for a miserable
afternoon cutting wet grass and rubbing against wet shrubbery or getting rain on
our heads cutting grass under dripping trees. Back at the company's parking lot
at the end of the day everyone's a little bit pissy while cleaning the equipment
and then it's so nice drying off and putting on dry clothing. Chubby tells me
he'll be working for Mary Jo's father and having dinner some place around there
tonight, so I guess I'll be eating alone. Robby and Ryan have a date night and I
have nothing. I'm dressed, with my dog collar on and just waiting outside the
locker room for Chubby to give me a ride home when Ryan comes up to squeeze the
back of my neck, giving me chills down my back. He says, "You need to tighten
your dog collar, Dylan." So I do that, complaining, "It's uncomfortable this
tight, Ryan." He says, "Okay, you can loosen it again, but I thought you liked
the reminder to think about me?" I'm as cranky as everyone else, so I mutter, "I
don't know what the fuck I want anymore. Maybe I don't even want to wear this
damn collar." Ryan looks hurt as he abruptly says, "You don't have to wear if
you don't want to. I only suggested it as a way to feed your fetish." I take it
off, grumbling, "I don't need to feed my stupid fetish. I'm sick of it to tell
you the truth," as I hand the collar to him. He says, "It's yours, I gave it to
you," so I shove it in my pocket. Robby calls over, "Ryan can I talk to you a
minute?" Then Chubby's ready to go so Ryan and I split up on a sour note without
a chance to smooth things over, and I don't give a shit. Except for laughs at
the coffee shop this morning, today mostly sucked and maybe I'm pissed-off that
Ryan's going to be getting fucked by Robby tonight, or maybe I'm jealous Robby's
fucking Ryan and also getting fucked by Travis Pickles.
Chubby looks a me, and asks, "What's wrong, Dylan?" I go, "Nothing, bro, it was
a sucky day, that's all." I don't tell him about the dog collar disagreement I
just had with Ryan because it'd be too embarrassing. It's not until Chubby drops
me off at the house that I remember Ray's supposed to be coming over for a
haircut, so that raises the question: do I make him my sex-on-the-side buddy, or
take a chance on the more interesting option of Lee? It's only a little after
four in the afternoon so while I'm contemplating that puzzler, I take a shower.
It was hot and very muggy after the rain, so this shower in our air-conditioned
condo feels great and I'm in a better mood after getting refreshed and cleaned
up. Should I put the dog collar on or not?  Hmmm, nah, I won't wear it
tonight and I'll see how I feel about it tomorrow morning. I'm not in a good
mood after my shower, but a little bit better one than before the shower. I've
decided to see what develops on its own with Ray, but the fact remains he's
been a damn good fuck buddy the two times we did it together in the past,
although that's a damn small sample. Ya know, I may be the only one who thinks
so, but Ray is mysteriously sexy as far as I'm concerned. I'm on the front stoop
smoking only my third cigarette of the day. It's ten minutes after five and no
Ray. Guess I won't need to decide if he'll be my fuck buddy after all. I think
about texting him, but decide... the hell with it. I'll take it easy tonight and
maybe hook-up with Chubby when he's done with his part-time job. Just as I'm about to
go back inside, Ray pulls up at the curb below. Actually I should say he pulls
up on the curb because his front tire is up on the
curb. He gets out and gawks at that tire with a pissed-off expression on his
face like it's the curb's fault, then he looks up and sees me. He gives a wave
with a big smile and comes up the steps two at a time, showing an athleticism I
didn't know he possessed. When he's almost at the top, I ask, "Do you play
sports, Ray?" He goes, "Yeah, varsity basketball." Why this is a surprise to me
I couldn't tell you, it just doesn't fit the image I have of him, I guess. He
says, "I'm playing basketball with most of the team in a summer league, too. We're ten and one so far, and in first place." I go, "Good for you. Are you
playing tonight?" He goes, "No, Wednesday night's our next game.
Why don't ya come and watch; it's an outdoor league and free. We get a couple
hundred people at the games." I mutter, "Maybe I'll check it out some night. How
do you want your hair cut this time?" He says, "Like yours," and we go
inside.

Going
down the steps to the finished basement, I ask, "How come you changed your mind
about short hair? Last time you said short hair was for kids and out of style."
He goes, "It's simple, most of the guys on the team have short hair and I want
to be like my peers. On the other hand, my posse, the kids I hang out with other
than my teammates, all have long out-of-style hair and they give me shit about
my short haircuts, but the team's more important to me than those losers." He
takes his shirt off and sits on the stool. A hint of BO floats in the air, but
Ray's BO is a sexy teenage boy smell, it's not strong. While I get the barber's
stuff out, I ask, "Did you take some kind of maturity pill recently, Ray? You
aren't sounding like the Ray Ellis I'm familiar with." He laughs, "Maybe the Ray
Ellis you're familiar with isn't who I really am. Maybe I act a certain way
around you because it's how I've always acted around you and maybe I've decided
to stop being that kid." I mutter, "There's a lot of 'maybes' in that
explanation, Ray. Maybe I don't know what the fuck you're talking about." Ray
shrugs his surprisingly broad shoulders, saying, "After our get together at the
mall the other day I had an epiphany and now I'm all about changing my image." I
give him a startled look, muttering, "Epiphany?" He says, "Yeah, I had a
sudden, intuitive perception... or insight is maybe a better word for it." I go,
"I know what the word means, but I'm surprised you do, that's all. What'd you
have this epiphany about?" He says, "The way I've been basically throwing myself
at you, and you treating me like I'm a moron or something. Also, about kidding
myself wondering if I'm bisexual, because I obviously am. So I'm growing up, ya
know? Lots of people do that, it's nothing new. And, I also realized you're
obviously gay yourself, not that it makes you bad people. That's my epiphany."
I'm stunned, asking, "Who the fuck are you, and what have you done with Ray
Ellis?" He chuckles, "It's me, deal with it. And I'm over begging you to have
sex with me. You're hot alright, and sexy as hell, but you're not the only one
who is." Plugging in the clippers I say, "Hell, I know that, Ray. If I've given
you the impression I think I'm the hottest thing in town, it wasn't
intentional." He goes, "Nah, you never acted that way. It's how I saw you, not
how you project yourself." I ask, with a grin, "Waas that part of your epiphany?"
He says, "You can mock me if you want, but Elliot says he noticed the changes
I've made and approves of the new me. Sometimes the old me sneaks back in, but
I'm working hard not to let that happen with you." I go, "Well, to be honest,
you're doing a helluva job of impressing me with your new self. I kinda miss
the old you now that you're the new you, ya know?" He goes, "You're making fun
of me again, but you'll get used to me, and I recognize that you're hot for me
too. That's no brag, it's just apparent to me when I can look at our situation
clearly, the way I can now."

Well,
teens think they're going through personality changes all the time, but they're
still basically who they were before the supposed change. Ray's picked up on the
fact I think he's hot, but he's slightly delusional in that regard too. I'm
somehow able to resist him... haha. Before starting his haircut I want him to
clarify his choice of haircut. "Were you serious about getting a haircut like
mine, Ray? It's actually too short." He says, "Yep, real short. What'd you call
it?" I say, "Short burr haircut," and he goes, "That's the one," so I run the
clippers with a quarter inch guide up the back of his head as he slips back to
the old Ray, and asks, "I'd still like you for my boyfriend though, so what do
you say about that? I mean, now that I'm more mature." That makes me laugh, then
ask, "Was that the old Ray asking, or the new one?" He laughs too, "Oh, you're
right. That was the old one... hee hee." Trying to keep it light banter, I say,
"That's a hard question to answer, Ray, and it's especially hard because you
have a lot of rules I'd need to follow to be your boyfriend." I'm done the back
and cutting the hairs on the right side of his head. He's got dense hair, so
even quarter-inch hair looks full. He says, "Aren't you supposed to have an
affectionate aspect to your haircutting? I seem to recall you mentioning that
once." Finished the right side of his head, I start on the left and I'm really
getting into the haircut by now because I like cutting hair this short. Lots and
lots of shorn hairs fall over my hand to land on Ray's shoulders, then drift to
his lap or the tile floor. His shoulders remind me a little bit of Lee's. I
say, "Well, the affectionate part of my haircutting is reserved for special
clients who I've had some sort of relationship with." Apparently temporarily
abandoning his new self, he says, "Hell, we've had a relationship and as I
recall you squealed with delight as I fucked an orgasm out of you. I'm basically
doing you a favor actually, but as for my rules: Except for your boyfriend, Rob
Dickers, who I still can't believe is gay, if you also want to be my boyfriend
you'll need to stop any and all outside fucking around you might be doing. It'll
be just me and Rob fucking your ass. Oh, and you'll need to suck my cock
whenever I tell you to. Other than those two rules, you're on your own." He's
the old Ray. Nice try at being a new Ray, although maybe some of the new Ray
will stick to mix in with the old. I go, "That's a very tempting offer, because
you do fuck good, but I'll have to turn you down, Ray. Sorry." Using the
trimmers I outline around his ears and then taper the hairs low on the back of
his head. To my refusal of his proposal, he uses the new Ray, saying simply,
"Okay, it's your loss as much as it is mine." Hmmm, I was sorta hoping he'd put
up a better fight than that. We're apparently done discussing the matter because
I finish the hairs on top of his head in silence using the clippers over comb
technique, but do not cut it as short as Ryan cut mine because that's too short.
When I finish blending the different lengths, it's a real good looking haircut,
especially on Ray. As I inspect it I glance at his handsome face and notice Ray's
got some soft looking whiskers on his upper lip, below his sideburns, and a
sprinkling on his chin. Breaking the silence, I ask, "How often do you shave,
Ray?" He goes, "Oh, about once a week. I think the whiskers look cool. Elliot
doesn't have any yet and he's two years older than me." I think, not for the
first time, that there's no way those brothers have the same father. They have
the same mother, but she went off the reservation getting impregnated with Ray.
I say, "Yeah, they do look kinda cool. I didn't use to think so, but I've
changed my mind recently." He asks, "Is the haircut finished?" I tell him it is
and he goes into the powder room to check it out.

While
waiting for his approval of the haircut, I realize I wish he'd press the sexual
issue some more. Ryan's got me used to more sex than I've been getting lately
and I'd like to feel Rays whiskers on my face and wrap my arms around his
shoulders. Damn, he's pretty hot, but that's not news to me. I've thought that
for quite awhile now. He's totally different than his pretty brother, who's a
very sweet kid and uber cute, but maybe a little too girlie for me. I go for
boys who are all boy. Ray comes out of the powder room saying, "You're an
excellent barber, but it's not as short as I was hoping for. It's not, I don't
know... um, tight, like yours." I say, "No problem, Ray, have a seat and I'll
take it down a little." He says, "You did it really good, Dylan, don't think I'm
complaining or anything. Just shorter if you don't mind. Ya know, it looks kinda
fuzzy or fluffy. A couple of kids on the team have their heads almost shaved,
that's going too far though." I say again, "No problem, really. I want to do it
the way you like it." Unfortunately it's like the time Willie sent our steaks
back at that restaurant because they were over-cooked, according to him. When
the new steaks arrived they were almost raw, of course. Same thing with the
haircut adjustment, when I recut it, I cut it too short. Not on purpose, but it
just comes out that way. Finished, I look at it and it's more severe than Ryan
did mine. I say, "Hope this isn't too short now, Ray." He gives me a look that
makes my dick move, an expression like, 'You better not have fucked this up!' He
feels the hair on top of his head with his fingers, muttering, "It feels too
short. I'll take a look," and he walks into the powder room. Why I give a fuck,
I have no idea except I like to please. I always like to please and I wonder if
that's a character flaw or a good trait to have. Who knows, I certainly
don't.

Ray
comes out of the powder room running his fingers over his three-eighths of an
inch long hairs, saying with a grin, "You didn't fuck-up after all, it's
perfect." I mumble, "Thanks," thinking, 'To each their own'. Sweeping up Ray's
hair, I ask, "What do you have going for yourself tonight, Ray? A hot date?" He
holds the dust pan as I sweep the pile of hair into it. Ray dumps his hair into
a trash can, saying, "I was hoping you and I would be the hot date. Here's what
I propose: You get naked and get on your knees to suck my cock, then I fuck the
hell out of your ass. Then, since you'd be my date, I buy you dinner at Burger
King, or whichever fast food place you choose. After that we hang out at the
mall where I'd get you something for dessert at the food court, and finally we
come back here and you'll suck my cock again earning yourself another hard fuck.
Whaddaya say to that? Enticing?" I stare at him dumbfounded, so he adds, "Come
on, Dylan, drop the phony act pretending you don't want to do that. I can see in
your eyes that you do. The first thing you'll need to do is get completely
undressed and I'll even throw in a little foreplay making-out with you and
playing with your cock to get you all hot and bothered like last time. You don't
need to say you want to do it if it's too hard for you to admit it out loud.
Lift your arms up and I'll take your shirt off for starters." I gulp as my cock
starts that awesome buzzing sensation, wondering if I'm going to go through with this?

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

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