Date: Fri, 2 Aug 2013 05:51:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO    Chapter 22

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


				Chapter  22


			     by  Donny Mumford


At
the moment Ryan and I are on our feet with our arms around each other swaying
together in his foyer. It's almost as if we're dancing to a slow song we both
somehow hear in our heads. We've just experienced another one of our random,
heat-charged fucks where we basically lose control of ourselves and fuck like
wild things. Ryan hammered his boner up my ass fast and hard, grunting from the
effort, and whimpering with sexual need and desire until we both had explosive
orgasms; we almost passed out from the intensity of it all. This same foyer was
the scene of a similar sexual act we participated in at the beginning of the
summer. I don't know what it is about this place, but we seem to have trouble
getting past it on the way to his bedroom. My shorts and ripped underwear are
crumpled on top of my sneakers, and Ryan's cock is still hanging outside his
zipper, but other than that we've got our clothes on. Our cocks are flaccid,
squished together as we continue doing our silent, swaying dance. The cum Ryan
shot up my ass has pretty much all drooled out of my rectum, and some of it has
run down my leg as far as my heel. It's been awhile since our orgasms, although
I have no idea how long it's actually been because the feel of Ryan's body and
his scent has me in a lazy dreamy mood of contentment, and time has basically
stopped for me. As far as I'm concerned we could continue like this
indefinitely, but Ryan finally says, "Dylan, it seems we did exactly what we
said we weren't going to do, and we said we wouldn't do it about thirty seconds
before we did it." I stop swaying, and mutter, "Are you referring to us losing
control of our sexual urges and fucking like wild animals in heat?" He says,
"Yes, that's what I'm referring to." I go, "Then, yeah I noticed that, but I
can't say I'm overly disappointed we did what we did, even though we said we
wouldn't. How 'bout you?" Ryan snickers, then says, "Well, since you put it that
way, no I'm not overly disappointed either." I ruffle his short hair, saying,
"It's simple, we'll regroup and recommit ourselves to controlling these types of
heat motivated sexual experiences. I mean, this time we're in your foyer, but
what if these urges overtook us in the emergency room earlier today and you
ripped my pants off and fucked me up against an accident victim's gurney." Ryan
goes, "That wouldn't be good. Is that what your saying?" I go, "Not exactly, the
fuck would still be hot as the hubs of hell, but it could be embarrassing
afterwards. You know, when our heads cleared and we realized we had an
audience." "Yep, not good," Ryan deadpans. He suggests, "Do you think you should
pull up your pants now? I don't know what time mom's coming home." That stops me
in my tracks; I let go of Ryan and pull up my ripped underwear and my shorts,
sputtering, "Do you mean to tell me, you had no idea what time she's coming
home, yet you fucked me in the foyer?! Are you shitting me?" He laughs, "Ha ha,
actually I'm just breaking your chops. She'll be home, at the earliest, around
six o'clock, but probably closer to seven. She has a five o'clock hair dresser
appointment. Ha ha, I got you." I chuckle, muttering, "I was only pretending to
be shocked."

Ryan
takes my hand and we go upstairs still chuckling over Ryan's little joke; him
mimicking me, saying, 'Do you mean to tell me...'. I say, "I'll get
even, ya little ball breaker." We stop at the top of the stairs and turn to
stare into each other's eyes; Ryan's still holding my hand. He bites his lip and
then our faces come together, my hand goes behind his head, and we kiss deeply
and then lick each others lips. "Come on, Dylan, lets get in my bed naked." I do
his fast head nod and then we're in each others arms again kissing, our noses
pressed to each other's cheek. Ryan gets my face between his hands and does his
signature lick up the front of my nose, then stretching the neck of my
tee-shirt, he sucks on the hickey he gave me a few days ago. He sucks and licks
at it until it's back to the stinging stage as my cock gets hard and I hug
around his waist, just standing still until he's finished. Without saying a
word, he takes his mouth away from my neck, stares at the hickey for a few
seconds, then takes my hand and I follow him into his big bedroom; me in a
wonderfully submissive trance. Inside we undress silently, then Ryan notices his
cum drying on my ass and down the back of my legs. He takes my hand again and
leads me into the bathroom with our cocks flopping between our legs and me
staring at his large member. I'll never cease to be amazed at Ryan's large cock
hanging from his taut, but smallish body. He wets a washcloth with warm water
and washes my ass and legs, then dries where he's washed. He takes my cock in
his hand this time, and while squeezing it, leads me back to the bedroom. I take
quick little steps following him, now in a deeper more pleasant submissive state
of mind. Ryan won't do true sub/dom play very often, but just his natural
actions can get me into a submissive frame of mind. He's not trying to put me
there and I'm not trying to get there; it just happens sometimes... and I love
it so.

We
get in his bed, me docile and submissive, with Ryan taking charge. He wraps me
in his arms, burying his face at the junction of my neck and right shoulder and
I hear him inhale my pheromones, enjoying mine as much as I do his. How rare for
two people to meet and be the perfect sexual partner for each other. There's
more to a loving relationship than just sexual attraction of course, but it's
the most powerful of all interactions for boys at the height of their sexuality,
and so it carries a great deal of weight in the matter. We begin a controlled
make-out that's extremely pleasant, comfortable, and sexy. Our lips are so fine
together as we kiss and lazily run our tongues against one another, then suck
gently on each others upper lip, and lick each other's face until we're sticky
with saliva. Ryan licks up my forehead into my short hair; he does it all across
my forehead, from one side to the other, one lick after another and it's
hypnotizing as I moan, "Mmmmmmm, Ryan." He licks my ear, then puts his tongue in
it and fills it with saliva as our naked bodies squirm together, skin against
skin, boner against boner. He stops licking my ear and says into it, his voice
sounding muffled through the saliva, "Lick my feet, Dylan." I nod my head in a
fog, wanting to taste his body. It's been a long hot day on the job, topped off
with a fierce fight with a bull named Derek, but Ryan's spit, sweat, even his
pee... none of it do I find offensive. I find it to be sexy, including remnants
of his shit whenever I'm rimming him. I go under the covers head first, my feet
are now where my head used to be. Laying partially on his thin legs I suck his
toes as he wiggles them in my mouth. There a definite foot odor, but not a bad
one. His feet smells like feet that were clean this morning, but have since been
working all day in sweat socks and grass-stained sneakers. After licking the
toes on both feet and then sucking on them, I move one of his feet sideways on
the bed and lick as much of the sole as I can reach, then the top of his foot.
I'm into the foot smell by now and want more of it. Maybe I'm susceptible to any
fetish I'm exposed to; I know I'm very impressionable when it comes to imitating
Ryan or doing what he likes me to do. I make those things my favorite things
without thinking about it; I become convinced it's what I want. Probably not a
real good trait, but what are ya gonna do; I'm not complaining about it.

Hopping
off Ryan's legs, I do long licks up the sides of his right leg. I'm not licking
the parts of his leg I was laying on because I'm not interested in licking
myself like I've seen cats do. I like cats actually, although I like dogs a
little better... not that this has got anything to do with what I'm doing right
now. I've decided Ryan either has a natural flavor-enhancer in his skin, or I've
convinced my subconscious mind that he does, because this kid taste good! When
I've licked up both legs I make a small tent in the sheets by sitting up on my
ankles, my head poking up as the center pole of the tent, and then lift Ryan's
legs. I feel my spit on them, and grin to myself. Out of my submissive mood, but
I'm still enjoying the hell out of this. What an awesome little, but well
proportioned body Ryan has. All his muscle definition is in proportion to the
size of his arms and legs, not that I can see them now under the covers like
this, but I have seen them, and I'm feeling them now with my hands. Pushing his
legs back to raise his asshole off the bed, I lean down and lick his butt,
feeling my way along in the darkness, starting at the bottom of his  butt
cheek and moving over to his crack, then up it to lick right over his asshole.
The second time I do it his anus contracts and I feel goose bumps on his
buttocks. Ryan lets out the first quiet moan, "Aaaaah," as he moves his ass on
the sheet. Having located his ass crack, I work up and down it until he's
squirming on the bed. Then I plaster my tongue right on his asshole and hear a
louder moan from him, "Mmmmm." A sexual moan of pleasure coming from my
boyfriend gives me a hard boner and boners are a good thing. I rim his asshole
until his anus is loose and dripping with spit and my tongue slides in easily.
When my warn, wet tongue enters him Ryan lifts his ass off the bed completely,
thrashing around pulling on his big cock. I pull his legs flat on the bed, push
his hand away from his stiff cock, and suck it until it's a throbbing boner
that's dripping precum, which gets Ryan squirming constantly on the bed. Taking
his cock out of my mouth, I gasp with sexual arousal, stroke my cock with precum
drooling down my fist, then I lick his nuts and finally lick up his shaved pubic
area, over his belly button, and up to his nipples. Ryan gasps for breath, then
grunts out, "Get on your back, Dylan." I flop down beside him and he gets up on
his knees, his cock very hard looking as it pokes out from his body; it's almost
sticking straight out like mine does at times.

Ryan
takes three deep breaths, then moves between my legs as I'm panting with desire
to again feel his big cock up my ass. He walks up the mattress on his knees, and
puts the head of his boner at my asshole, looks me in the eyes, pushes my legs
back, and humps his cock three inches up my ass. Leaning forward he thrust
another five inches of boner inside me and I let out the breath I was holding,
going, "Ooooooh, yeaaaah." Pushing the back of my thighs, a hand behind each
leg, Ryan holds my legs against my stomach, my feet in the air, and he begins a
rhythmic hip movement, fucking me at a moderate speed, all the time making a
"Ssssshssssshhh," sound through his teeth while blowing out his breath which is
misty with saliva that drifts down on my chest and face. I'm holding my breath
again, desperately trying to notice all the fantastically erotic pleasure
sensations in my rectums. My hard cock's tight against my belly, then it quivers
as precum drools on me and I let out my breath again. I'm highly aroused and in
a deep world of sexual pleasure. Ryan's smooth thrust are continuous and long as
my body begin shuddering and my head moves on it own. My boner tightens more and
lifts off my stomach; a sting of precum attached above my belly button to the
gaping pee slit of my boner; my one-eyed snake that is my pink, throbbing, hard
cock. I start thrashing around on the bed with waves of sexy stimulation
exciting my nuts as they prepare for climax. This wonderful condition goes on
for some time and then I notice Ryan's eyes are closed, his lips parted, his
head is back and a long quivering moan comes from his mouth, and I know he's
about to blow his load of sperm up my ass. He goes, "Aaaaaaaaaah, unnnnnnnn, oh,
oh, mmm!" slamming his boner inside me, then he falls on me doing his hard,
short thrusts filling me up with his spunk once again. I lift us both off the
bed with a shrill, Eeeeeeeeeeee!" humping my hips forward as cum shoots from my
cock, probably hitting Ryan in the chest as he lays on me. He's moaning, doing
his short, "Mmmm, mmm, ooh, mmmm," sounds as his shoulders jerk. I'm squeezing
out short spurts, but the amount is much less that I produced in the foyer. Our
chests do their heaving as we absorb oxygen needed to keep our blood supply
happily red and available for our next erections; blood is our friend. Ryan
lifts up off me, and mutters, "We're going to fuck ourselves into an early
grave." He backs his cock out of my ass with me making an 's' sounds between my
teeth, "Sssssssss,' then, "Oooooh." His cock pops out and cum drools out of me
to run down my buttocks. Ryan flops beside me on his stomach with his arm across
my chest, the side of his face on a pillow, looking at me. I'm slowly stroking
my cock with my head turned towards him. He asks, "How was it?" and I say,
"Fabulous! How'd you like me licking your feet and ass, and sucking your big
cock?" "Fabulous," he says with a grin, repeating what I just said. We both grin
and I roll towards him going up on my side to lay my head on his pillow, our
noses touching. The pad of his finger outlines my lips, as he's asking, "Do you
think we'll ever get tired of doing this together, or it will ever becomes just
something to do, but without the sexual heat?" Rubbing his cheek with the palm
of my hand, I mutter, "Nah, never, not us two. You're really cute; did you know
that? I get off seeing you in your glasses too; I love when they get fogged-up."
He smiles, mumbling, "Kids made fun of me because of my glasses all through high
school, calling me Harry, as in Harry Potter. I wore them to spite them after
awhile, and that's even though I knew these glasses are way out of style. Now I
wear them because you told me you like them. My mother couldn't believe I got
the same kind again a few weeks ago. And, no, I didn't know I was cute. I'm
pretty sure you're the only one who thinks I am, but you're the one I want most
to please, so it's works out pretty well." He moves his leg over mine and puts
his arm over my side, then kisses my lips, and says, "Have I told you lately
that I love you?" I go, "Uh huh, I love you too, more than I think you know."
Ryan goes, "No, I believe you love me lots because you show your love for me all
the time; sometimes with a stare or grin or smile. I can tell you love me, and
it's the best feeling I've ever had, way better than the second best."

We
talk lover's talk in a mutual admiration society manner for awhile, then Ryan
glances at the clock on the night stand and goes, "We have time for a quick
shower and then I need to get to baseball practice. We're playing an inter-squad
game tonight, our first one." We get out of bed and take a shower together, but
no hanky-panky unfortunately. On the way to practice, with me going along to
watch, we stop at the McDonald's drive through for our dinner which consist of a
big-mac, fries, and a Coke. I eat mine during the drive and Ryan gobbles his
down when we get to practice. They're practicing at the high school baseball
diamond and when I get out of the car Robby waves at us and I go over to him as
Ryan finishes his dinner. "You're going to watch our inter-squad game, Dylan,
good deal!" I ask, "No hello kiss, Rob?" He laughs and squeezes the back of my
neck, then says, "I'd love to, but gays haven't made their way into team sports
yet. Well, they've made their way in, but without announcing themselves for the
most part." I say, "You could be a pioneer as the first one." Robby says, "Oh,
we have a gay on the Merrimack team, but I'm no hero so I'll keep it to myself
as far as the team goes. This is just a summer league, but there are some
college players participating and at least one from Merrimack. Wish I were
braver, but it's all I can do to make the team." Ryan comes over and burps, then
bumps against Robby, asking, "Are we on the same team tonight, Rob?" Robby
squeezes the back of Ryan's neck, like he just did to me, and says, "Yep, you're
at second base and I'm playing shortstop. You've got ketchup on your chin." Ryan
wipes his chin with the back of his hand, muttering, "Thanks," then someone
blows a whistle and my two boyfriends jog over and gather around the manager and
coaches. I wander over to the bleachers and join the scarce group interested in
watching some baseball. It was an excellent afternoon with Ryan, but as I watch
Robby during fielding practice I feel love for him too and it confuses me. It's
a different kind of love than I have for Ryan, but I can't tell which one is
more important to me. I should be able to do that, but can't. It's kinda
depressing because it gives me a guilty feeling in both cases. It's like I'm
deceiving one or the other, or both. I don't mean to deceive either one; I love
them both, but I don't have any idea how to make it right for both of them. Ryan
and I should be together again after the game too, but I wonder if it could be
all three of us. That would make me feel better. It's so ironic that Robby
forced the introduction of the only real competition for his and my love; he
made Ryan and me be friends and now it's become a serious matter. To hell with
it for now; there's no apparent solution and I'm going to put off worrying about
it until some other time. Maybe something will happen naturally that will
resolve this situation although I can't imagine what it would be.

The
game begins at seven o'clock with the starters, Robby's team, playing the
reserves. Robby's normally a second baseman, but since he's the best infielder
on this summer league team, he's playing shortstop and Ryan's playing second
base. I'm interested to see Ryan play; I've seen Robby play many times. The
reserves are at bat and the first pitch is a hard grounder between first and
second base which should be a hit except Ryan makes a excellent backhand
pick-up, turns and throws a strike to the first baseman. Well alright Ryan! As
far as I'm concerned baseball is fun to watch at any level. The starters are up
to bat now, and surprisingly Ryan's leading off. The leadoff hitter is usually a
good on-base guy, not a lot of power, but he gets on base a lot. Ryan's never
mentioned his baseball ability other than to say he played on his high school
team. He hits the third pitch over the third basemen's head and ends up on
second base. Damn, he looks good. The next guy pops out and then Robby bats
third. He works the count full and then gets a walk. Both he and Ryan are
stranded at first and second base as the next two batters make outs. In the
third inning Robby starts a 6-4-3 double play with Ryan making a good throw to
first while avoiding the on-sliding player trying to take him out of the play.
Nice! The starters get it going in the bottom of the third scoring four runs
with both Ryan and Robby knocking in a run with singles. This is only a five
inning game and in the forth inning, with the starters up 7 to 2, Ryan gets hit
in the side of the head with a pitch. He goes down in a heap as coaches and the
manager rush to his aid. After a minute Ryan sits up and a minute later he's
helped to the bench and someone comes up with a ice pack for his head. I wander
down near them and hear Ryan saying he's okay, but they send in another player
to replace him anyway. Robby looks concerned, but I don't feel right just
walking up to him and telling him Ryan claims to be okay. The game ends after
the top of the fifth because the starters are leading and don't need their last
at bats. I see Robby kneeling in front of Ryan talking with him and then he
stands and waves at me. I go over as the players are packing up there stuff
getting ready to leave, and Robby tells me, "Ryan got his bell run. The ball hit
his helmet, but he's still feeling groggy. Drive him home in his car and I'll
follow to give you a ride back." Drive the Mini, oh boy! I ask Ryan, "You okay
with Rob's plan?" He says, "Yeah, I feel dizzy. That guy's got a good
fastball."


Driving
the Mini would have been a lot more fun if Ryan hadn't been nagging me to slow
down the entire ride. At his house Robby and I give Ryan a hug and a kiss with
Ryan whispering to me, "Sorry this messes it up for you and me tonight, Dylan.
Love you." Driving back Robby says, "I feel bad taking advantage of Ryan getting
beaned, but do you want to mess around?" I go, "Always with you, Robby." He
reaches over with a sweet smile on his face and gives my leg a squeeze
affectionately, "Always with you too, Dylan. Um, did Ryan say anything to you
about him and me last night?" I shake my head, mumbling, "No, nothing. Why?" He
shrugs as we sit at a red-light and then he says, "It wasn't the sexiest time
ever. When we had the three-way it's like we were hot for each other again, but
when it was just him and me it's like we were going through the motions, ya
know?" I ask, "Really? Um, I don't know what to say. Did you guys talk about
it?" Robby pulls away from the light, "Yeah, a little. I'm pretty sure Ryan has
a lot of affection for me, but it's like he loves me like a friend or a brother
now, as opposed to a lover. That's what I got out of our talk anyway." I ask,
"Do you want me to ask him about it?" He shakes his head, "I don't know what to
think. Okay, yeah, ask him, but don't say I told you about last night, alright?"
I go, "Sure, where we going?" We go behind the garage at Dickers Landscaping
again and have a nice lover's sexual experience, first making-out for a long
time before Robby did a long slow fuck with me on my back lengthways on the
seat. There was a lot of hugging and kissing while he fucked me and it was
wonderful. Robby's personal scent is different than Ryan's, but just as
effective in creating deep desire in me. It was one of the best fucks we've ever
had and I didn't think about Ryan one time during the entire hot, loving fuck.
Robby generates a lot of spunk and his orgasm was huge spilling out of my ass
even as he was shooting more cum into me. It was one of those rare times when
it's Robby doing the squealing at climax. I would have done mine too except the
sexy sensations were so intense only an airy wheezing sound came out of my
mouth. Perhaps nearby dogs heard the sound I made; it was to high for the human
ear to detect, but probably had some dogs howling at the moon. We cuddled for a
long time while quietly reminiscing times from our long history together and
then Robby fucked me doggie style and I had my forth climax of the day. Man
those four-a-day days are awesome!  After Robby drove me home we made-out
for a half hour. Robby had to go past his normal eleven o'clock curfew for work
nights, but he didn't seem to want to part. Inside my condo I remembered that I
need to clean the uniforms so I throw them, plus my cum saturated underwear and
shorts in the washing machine for a quick cycle, get ready for bed, and then put
the clothes in the dryer. They can dry as I sleep, which I'm finally able to
do.

In
the morning I get up earlier then normal and iron the shorts, then grab a frozen
pastry and an instant coffee and go outside to wait for Chubby. I'm more
confused about who I love the most more then ever before. When I'm with Ryan
it's him and the same when I'm with Robby, it's him. I'm going nuts with this
stuff and tonight Bean is picking me up so we can go to watch my other boyfriend
play basketball. Jesus, what a mess I've made for myself. Actually I'm enjoying
myself tremendously, and I'm even looking forward to seeing what's up with Ray
tonight. He's very unique and almost as sexy as Ryan, but in a much different
way, and the same can be said of Robby. The boyfriend situation is indeed an
embarrassment of riches, but along with that comes the complications it
presents. Chubby and I hug when he gets here, then I drive us to work telling
Chubby about Ryan getting beaned with a fast ball last night. At work Ryan's
Mini Cooper is in the parking lot  so I guess he survived the beaning. I
see Robby and Ryan talking, then Robby goes into the main building for his
morning meeting and I call out to Ryan, who smiles and jogs over. He says, "I
see you've got the uniforms, Dylan," and he rubs my shoulder while standing too
close to me. I ask, "How's your head?" He goes, "It's sore, but I'll be alright.
It's the first time I ever got hit in the head with a baseball. How's your cut?"
I reach up and feel the bandage, muttering, "It's sore, but I'll be alright.
It's the first time my face was sewn." He laughs and then smirks as he plays
with my dog collar, but doesn't say anything about it. Chubby's talking to Lee
so Ryan and I walk to the locker room and change into our work clothes. "You
ironed them this time, Dylan," and I say, "Just copying my boyfriend." He rubs
my hair, "I'm looking forward to giving you another hair cut." I say, "Well,
since you just cut it, you'll have to wait until I grow some more." He asks,
"You interested in the furnace today?" I say, "You know it, hottie." We do our
usual quick make out back in the furnace alcove and on our way to the black top
afterwards, he asks, "When can we have our next date?" I tell him, "This weeks kinda screwed-up:
tonight's an off night, tomorrow I'm having a family dinner with my brother and
our moms, and Robby said that Fridays are his and my night, so that leaves
Saturday night." He frowns, "I gotta last three days without us doing it?" I
say, "Normally it would be Thursday, except I have the family dinner." Just then
Robby comes out of the meeting and says, "Morning guys. This morning I'm
interviewing people to replace Derek, so Lee will drive the ride-on mower and
the truck, Chubby ride shotgun for morale support, okay; Lee's a little shaky
about driving the big beast. We won't need the big walk behind mower, but two of
the properties we're doing today need hedges trimmed. Dylan, please get the
hedge trimmers and you take care of that. The assignment are on the board. I
hope to join you before lunch with our new crew member. Have your morning
coffee break after the second job, it's near a Dunkin' Donuts. See you all
later."

Just
me and Ryan are in the back of the truck heading for our first job, which is a
half hour from here. We make-out for awhile with boners in our pants, then Ryan
says loudly in my ear, "Being with you has got me oversexed, but that's not a
complaint. I have just as many orgasms a day as I used to, but I don't need to
jerk-off anymore to get them, and the ones I get with you are fantastic... ten
times better than a hand job orgasm. The thing is, now I crave it more then
ever." He unzips his fly and pulls out his long boner, "Sit on it, Dylan," and
he said that with authority and a stern look on his face. I hesitate, so he
reaches over and unbuttons my shorts and pulls down the zipper; my boner is
poking out my jockey shorts. "Lift up," so, staring in his eyes, I lift my ass
off the bed of the truck and Ryan roughly pulls down my pants just enough to
expose by asshole. He yells, "I won't cum inside you, I just need to feel your
rectum hugging my cock." I nod, in a bit of a submissive trance and let him
guide me over to his lap. I hold onto the wheel of the ride-on mower and slowly
sit down on his cock and it spreads my anus and pops inside me with both of us
moaning at the awesome sensation. Ryan pulls me down, down, down until I'm on
his lap, his arms are around me. He rocks us a bit, then guides me over so I'm
laying on my side; I'm bouncing as the truck's bumping over rough spots in the
road. In this position Ryan can move his hips and fuck me with both of us
continuing to moan. When Ryan feels his orgasm coming on, he pulls out and gets
his arm around my neck to slide me around on the bed of the truck so my face is
at his lap. With Ryan pushing at the back of my head, I open my mouth and go
down on his cock, sucking and tonguing it until the acrid taste of my own shit
remnants are gone. He humps his hip into my face and cum's in my mouth. Quite a
lot of his cum gets swallowed, but some leaks out the corners of my lips. I'm in
an extremely submissive frame of mind by now after being handled so dominantly
by Ryan, and so I keep sucking his cock after his orgasm, with my orgasm
building. My jockey short are already wet with precum. Ryan pulls my head away
and looks into my dazed eyes shaking his head 'no'. He pushes my boner back in
my pants and zips the zipper up, then buttons my cargo shorts. When he's done
the same to himself, he gets my head between his hands and kisses me, then says
in my ears, "Thank you. I was ridiculously horny, I'm sorry I did that. Snap out
of your submissiveness, we're getting close to the job site." He yells in my ear
again, "Snap out of it, Dylan, please!" I stare at him wanting to suck his cock
some more. The truck's pulling onto a side street, meaning we'll be there soon.
Ryan makes a face like he wishes he didn't need to do something, then slaps my
face hard. I blink my eyes, muttering, "Hey," as Ryan asks, "Are you alright?" I
feel my face, then shake my head to clear it. As the truck pulls to a stop, he
says, "I'm so sorry, Dylan. I lost it this time. I needed to feel my cock inside
you." He hugs me, muttering, "Forgive me, I'm sorry," shaking my head again, I
say, "It's alright." Someone is unlatching the tailgate so we let go of each
other and Ryan says, "We'll talk more about this when we get the chance. I'm
sorry!" I nod my head, still a little foggy as the tailgate comes down. "Lets go
guys, " says Lee, as he pulls out the ramp he'll drive the ride-on mower down.
Ryan wipes the cum off my mouth with the palm of his hand, and then I do that
too. Chubby says, "Pass me a weed whacker, Ryan," and we get to work.

Ryan
and me don't get a chance to talk alone until we're on our way to the second
job. He tells me, "I don't know what came over me, Dylan. The thought of not
being with you until Saturday was on my mind and I looked at your face and just
needed to have sex with you; it was an uncontrollable urge like I had in the
foyer yesterday. I was horrible to you and I apologize for that. It's like I
lost my mind. Our sex together is all I can think about anymore. I was fine
having sex with Rob during our three-way because you were there, but when it was
just Rob and me I just thought of you. It probably hurt Rob's feelings and I
feel bad about that too. It's crazy, but I'm obsessed with you now and I'm
acting like a fool." I put my arm around his shoulders and hug him to me,
saying, "Temporary insanity, Ryan, that's all it is. A few months under heavy
psychiatric care and you'll be able to join society again on weekends away from
the hospital." He says, "This is no joking matter, I lost it and I don't want to
be like that." He sounds angry and scared, but I don't know what to say or do. I
mutter, "I'm sorry, but it's not like you did something to me I didn't like, and
you should just talk it out some more with Rob. Maybe take a week or two off and
see what happens after that." He goes, "Okay, that's a good idea about telling
Rob how I feel, and maybe I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill about me
getting so horny this morning too. If it ever happens again though, I'll be
worried for real 'cause that was bad behavior or my part. You say I didn't do
anything you didn't like, but I took advantage of your capacity for getting
submissive. I never want to take advantage of you about anything." I suggest we
don't wait until Saturday. Right after work tomorrow we can go to my condo for a
quickie to hold us over until Saturday night, Ryan is more than satisfied with
that idea. We're both in good frames of mind by the time we get to our second
job of the morning. After morning break at Dunkin' Donuts we finish the morning
doing three more lawns and then Lee calls Robby on his cell phone and arranges
to meet him and the new guy at the picnic area we ate at last week. After Lee
tells us those plans, he says, "I like being the boss, I'm going to ask Rob if I
can be his assistant. Do any of you guys object to that?" We shrug and Chubby
says, "Go for it, Billy Lee, but don't forget us peons when you're with the
muckety mucks." Lee says, "You worker bee, cub scouts, as the late great Derek
referred to you, can go fuck yourselves. I'm moving on up, baby, let 'em eat
cake." Chubby says, "That's the spirit, spoken like a true executive of a big
corporation; you're going right to the top."

We
ride to the picnic area and get our lunches and drinks from the cooler and eat
sitting at the same table we used last time. It's a good lunch with everyone in
a upbeat mood. I say, "The atmosphere is much better around here now that a
certain party is no longer gracing us with his presence; it was worth getting my
face sewed-up to bid that walking minus sign ado." Lee says, "Would you mind
translating that last statement for us guys with normal IQs." Ryan says, "He
means it's better without Derek on the job." We all look at Ryan, he goes,
"What?" Chubby says, "Clean those eyeglasses, hot stuff, Billy Lee was kidding;
he knew what Dylan meant." Ryan goes, "So was I just kidding," and we chuckle. A
pickup pulls up just then with Robby and another kid getting out, then the
pickup drives away and those two walk over to our table. Robby goes, "Hi ya,
guys. How'd it go this morning?" Chubby says, "Lee likes bossing us around; he's
gonna ask if he can be your assistant." I burst out laughing at Chubby's
outrageousness, but Robby doesn't, he says, "Is that true, Lee?" Lee shrugs, "I
was gonna hint around to that point, yeah, but my agent over here sorta let the
cat out of the bag." Robby smiles, saying, "I was gonna talk to you about
replacing Derek, but I wanted to see how you handles the truck and ride-on
mower. How'd that go." Lee says, "The truck was a challenge at first, but I got
it down pat now, and I drove ride-on mowers all last year with the company I
worked for." Robby says, "Well, there's no extra money I'm sorry to say, but you
have the job. Now I want to introduce another new member to our team. This is
Seth Applegate," then Robby introduces the four of us at the table as I stare at
Seth. The first thing I notice is his hair. It's a light, bright, blond color,
very silky and cut in a shaggy mohawk. What I mean by shaggy is it's not a true
mohawk, and it's not a faux hawk either; the hairs running down the center of
his head and continuing down the back are longish, maybe two inches long. The
hair on either side of the middle mohawk strip are maybe three-quarters of an
inch long; it shaggy and too long in the middle to standup. The mohawk I got a
couple of years ago in Wildwood was a true mohawk with a short strip down the
center of my head and the hair cut down to the scalp on either side of the
strip. I've never seen silkier or prettier hair than Seth has and he has a face
to match. A cute baby face and very pinkish skin with blond half-inch whiskers
just at the bottom of his chin. He probably shaves the other whiskers he has, so
the chin whiskers is an intentional fashion statement. He's almost as tall as
Robby which makes him about five feet-nine or so. Good build, but closer to
average than body builder. He's got the uniform on and he's casually bumping the
hat he's holding against his leg; maybe he's a little nervous. When he says 'hi'
to us, as we're introduced, he's got a nice boyish voice, but with an edge to
it. It's either a defensive edge or an over confident edge, but I'm definitely
interested in this kid. There are only two minor things that stand in my way:
one, he's almost certainly not gay, and two, I already have my full allotment of
boyfriends. Other than that, Seth and I would almost certainly be rolling around
in bed, naked, somewhere and in the not too distant future. Robby tells us
Seth's had no landscaping experience, but he's worked for a masonry company
until getting laid off a month ago. So he must have graduated high school
already, but he can't be older than nineteen I wouldn't think. Yeah, and he
looks fit alright so a masonry job he could surely handle. I wouldn't want to
work masonry because everything you need to work with is heavy. Robby says,
"Dylan, please work with Seth this afternoon and tomorrow just to show him the
lay of the land. He'll pick everything up quickly I'm sure." I nod, mumble,
"Sure thing," and Robby walks off with Seth, probably giving him an overview of
a normal working day; the rest of us finish our lunch.

Lee
says, "Well, if I were a gay boy like our friend Dylan here, my eyes would perk
up at the appearance of pretty boy Seth. Whaddaya think, Dylan?" Ryan looks at
me expectantly, as I say, "I really didn't notice his looks, Lee, but you don't
sound totally straight yourself with that 'pretty boy' talk. It don't seem like
a straight boy would call someone a pretty boy." Chubby says, "I gotta back
Billy Lee up on this one though, bro... Seth is a pretty boy, but something
tells me he'd resent hearing himself described that way." So Chubby picked-up on
that edgy something in the way Seth speaks too. Lee says, "Yeah, there's
something to what you say there, Jeffrey. Seth don't seem to be the shy type no
matter his appearance to the contrary." Chubby goes, "Maybe he's edgy because
he's aware of his pretty boy image." Robby calls me over, so I throw the trash
from lunch in a trash can and walk over. "Dylan, Seth is gonna stick with you
this afternoon and tomorrow, so I'll put you two on the all various job
assignments over the next day and a half." I go, "That's cool, no problem."
Robby calls the rest of our crew over, as I say to Seth, "We'll jump up on the
bed of the truck for rides to and from each job. You have a place to sit next to
my brother. That's him over there." Seth has sleepy eyes making it appear like
everything bores him. Hell, maybe it does. I say, "Chubby, Lee's sitting shotgun
with Robby in the cab so Seth gonna take his spot in the back." Seth, says,
"Chubby? Did your brother used to be, um, chubby?" I go, "No, he got that
nickname as a little kid because he was anything but chubby." Seth nods his head
and Chubby says, "Okay, dude, lets get on the truck," and that's what they do.
Then me, and Ryan's last with me giving him a hand up. We settle in and the
truck lurches forward, and we're off. It's a typical summer day with no rain
expected. Ryan says in my ear, "Don't get tempted by the new kid; I saw you
staring at him. I was watching you watching him." I grin, "If he's in the
one-in-ten club, he'd surely tempt someone fer sure, but I got you so that
someone wouldn't be me. I'm not getting in trouble with you." He grins, "You
better not or I'll cut you off cold." I go, "Yipes!"

At
the job site we pile out of the truck, me with the hedge trimmers. I hand the
trimmers to Seth and he takes the battery operated tool, asking, "Hedge
trimmers?" I mutter, "Yep, that's what we're doing at this location. The hedges
go up the back of the yard for about fifty feet." He hands the tool back to me,
saying, "I'm not carrying this for you, it's your job. When it's my job I'll
carry it; my job right now is to watch and learn. When I get the idea how it's
done,  I'll do some hedge trimming myself, okay?" He's not talking
arrogantly or in a challenging manner, just matter of fact. The thing is,
usually the rookie in any endeavor does what he's told and usually wants to get
off on the right foot. To compromise and save face for both of us, I say, "Fair
enough, but by the time we've finished the hedges you'll have done your job of
learning, and then your new job will be to carry this back to the truck and stow
it away." He says, "Fair enough." Ryan was standing there watching us while he
was taking his time getting the leaf blower just right on his shoulder. Our eyes
meet and he gives me a little nod of his head, saying, "See ya, Dylan," and I
salute him making him chuckle. Seth and I walk across the lawn as Robby fires-up
the ride-on mower. Seth puts his hand on my shoulder while we walk, saying, "Rob
filled me in on your, um, sexual orientation. It's kinda unusual for you to work
for your boyfriend, isn't it?" I mutter, "Gee, I don't know, is it unusual? I
mean, Rob and I have been boyfriends for years and we rarely have a
disagreement, so him being my boss isn't a problem for me." Seth squeezes my
shoulder, giving me chills; then, leaving his hand there, he says, "I wouldn't
have spotted Rob as gay, but I would have you, and I'm fairly sure the shrimp is
gay too." I mumble, "I don't know anything about that, but why do you say you'd
assume I was gay? Nobody else ever has." He says, "Maybe nobody else ever told
you they did, but if they're gay, they'd suspect you were." I ask, "Why is
that?" He looks at me and smiles. Holy shit, what a cute smile too. He goes,
"Why? Dude, you're too pretty to be straight; it's be a colossal waste. Haha, ya
know?" Then it hits me, "Oh, you're gay too?" He says, "Yeah, talk about a
coincidence! How 'bout me applying for this job and finding out almost everyone
on the job is gay." Hmmm, this is interesting, but I'm not sure if I like Seth
or not. He could fit in that category where I don't like or dislike him; he's
just here. Seth wears his baseball cap, the one with the company logo, back on
his head with a big tuft of silky blond hair sticking out the front... cute.
He's got brown eyes very similar to Ryan's in that their shiny.

After
cutting hedges for fifteen minutes, Seth says, "So it's just a matter of keeping
them even?" I wipe my brow, saying, "Yeah, for this row of hedges, some places
they have hedges cut in a rolling fashion rather than perfectly straight. We
just follow the pattern already established." He says, "Can I try it for
awhile," I go, "Be my guest," and Seth goes at it like Ryan cuts my hair, which
is to say, fast. He does a good job of it though, and after fifteen minutes I
say, "Nice job. We'll do the other side now. I'll work the trimmers half way up
the line and you do the other half, okay?" He says, "Sure, um, can we smoke?" I
tell him, "Not on the job 'cause customers don't like it. I guess they think
we'd drop the butts on their lawn or something. What do you smoke?" He grins,
"Cigarettes, not pot. Well, I wasn't referring to smoking pot here, although me
doing a joint once in awhile isn't unheard of. Do you do pot?" I go, "Nah, just
Marlboro Lights." He says, "Ah, my brand," and I go back to cutting hedges,
thinking that Seth might be an alright kid after all. He does the last section
and as he carries the trimmers back to the truck, he says, "So, you two just
came 'out' recently, huh?" I go, "Yeah, at the beginning of the summer." He's
like, "Was anyone surprised you're gay?" Hmmm, not that I could tell, but I say,
"Well some were I suppose, it's hard to tell, ya know? No one wants to act like
it's a big deal. They mostly want to be supportive." Seth says, "I came out as
soon as I was sure. It was my fourteenth birthday and my parents didn't believe
it at first. They thought I said I was gay to shock people, but that wasn't it
at all." To change the subject, I say, "Man, you got killer hair there, dude,
but why the big mohawk?" He chuckles, "Just to shock... haha. No, I think it's
cool. I go to a hair stylist who likes kooky looks, and he talked me into it." I
ask, "How much does a haircut like that cost?" "For this I paid fifty dollars,
but it's mostly a favor to me. Maurice usually charges from seventy-five to one
hundred dollars for a styled haircut. Tom Brady's gotten his hair done there
when he had the long hair." I go, "Cool, but Brady's long hair looked like
shit." He laughs, "Yeah, it did. Where do you go for haircuts?" I mumble, "Not a
hair stylist, that's fer sure. My friends and I cut each other's hair for free
and it's fun too." He says, "No offense, but you seem younger than nineteen." I
go, "I'll be twenty next month, um, how about you?" He says, "We're the same
age. I dropped out of high school in my sophomore year though, and worked
full-time until getting laid off. The economy sucks, dude."

He
stows away the trimmers and we help Robby get the grass clippings bagged and on
the truck. Seth's a pretty good guy. While we're waiting for the ride-on mower
to be loaded on the truck, we light up Marlboros while standing on the street
side of the truck, away from the house although for all I know nobody's even in
there. I ask, "You going with someone?" He says, "Like a boyfriend?" I nod my
head, and he says, "Not right now, but I've had a couple of boyfriends. You and
Rob seem stable and you've been going together for a long time, but gay guys
I've bumped into seem to be, I don't know, quarrelsome, overly sensitive with
very little self confidence; like that. Then, if they show any feminine
tendencies I'm like turned-off. I guess I just haven't had much luck, maybe it's
as simple as that. I probably get less sex than the average teen, straight or
gay. Maybe I'm too picky too, that could be true as well. It's frustrating at
times." I go, "I've been extremely lucky, especially considering the pool that
us gays boys have to fish in; it's one tenth the size of the straight boy's
pool." He laughs, "Yeah, there's that too. Nice metaphor." Hmmm, he dropped out
of high school as a sophomore, but uses a word like metaphor? He asks, "Um,
Dylan, don't take offense, but do you ever get it on with anyone besides Rob?" I
shrug, "Well, we don't have a totally open relationship, but once in awhile,
yeah, I do." He squeezes my shoulder again, asking, "Are you a good barber?
Maybe I'll give you a whack at my hair." I say, "Yo, I'd like that, Seth. Sure,
any time and yeah, I'm an excellent barber."

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

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