Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2013 06:55:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO   Chapter 26  by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO



				Chapter  26



			     by Donny Mumford


It was a fun time at dinner with the moms and Chubby last night. Chubby and
me had some shots and beers before leaving the condo, and then a couple of
beers with dinner, plus an Irish coffee after dinner, so that led to some
good uninhibited conversation. Later we entertained Chubby's foot fetish,
and then I got to do one of my favorite past times: sucking a cute guy's
cock. After that we cuddled on the chaise lounge watching the Red Sox game
like we've done a thousand times over the years. Chubby went home after the
game and now it's Friday morning and I've got a hangover. Mostly it's a
headache, but I'm tired, too. Today might be a bitch at work, but that's
the price I need to pay for having too good of a time last night. Ryan and
his parents fly out this morning so it'll be my first day on the job
without him, and that's damn depressing. You never fully appreciate what
you've got 'till it's gone. I'm like a robot this morning, just going
through the motions getting ready for work. After I'm done with the
bathroom, I get dressed and then make Chubby's and my lunch. Today I'm
making Italian style subs with hot cherry peppers in honor of Chubby's new
hot Italian girlfriend, Gina.  It seemed like a good idea last night, but
it's a bit of a pain in the ass this morning because there's a lot of
ingredients in this type sub sandwich: sub roll, hard salami, capicollo,
provolone cheese, onion, tomato, lettuce, oregano, salt & pepper, olive
oil, and the hot cherry peppers. I wrap the subs in foil, put then them in
a bag and toss in a bag of potato chips and two packages of chocolate chip
cookies. After swallowing three Tylenol, I get two sixteen-ounce cherry
Cokes from the refrigerators, check myself out in the mirror, and then
carry everything outside to greet a bright sunny June day, and wait for
Chubby.  He's coming down the steps as I'm locking the front door. He's
surprisingly chipper, so I ask, "Don't you have a hangover?" He says, "Well
good morning to you, too. Yeah, a little hangover, but I took three Tylenol
before bed last night, didn't you?" I go, "I took some this morning, but
they haven't kicked in yet." "What's for lunch" he wants to know, so I tell
him and he goes, "Awesome!"  as we're walking down the steps to the
Jeep. With my hangover I don't feel like driving, so I ask Chubby to drive
this morning, and during the ride we talk about last night, and about us
missing Ryan, who became a favorite of Chubby's as the weeks went by. When
we get to work it's strange getting out of the Jeep and not having Ryan
come right over to me. Damn, I miss him. Well, I got used to not seeing
Dodger and Connor, I guess I'll eventually get used to not seeing Ryan,
although right now that doesn't seem likely.


Chubby, as usual, goes over to exchange friendly insults with Lee and I
take my hangover into the locker room alone, which isn't usual because Ryan
and me almost always went in together. Inside, Seth Applegate's there with
his beautiful silky, bright blond hair, cut in that goofy shaggy mohawk
that he paid fifty bucks for.  He's so damn cute with his pink baby face
and blond whiskers which he shaves except for a small patch at the point of
his chin; some kind of quirky fashion statement apparently. Seth's almost
as tall as me, so that makes him about five feet, nine and a half inches
tall with a hard body that's more muscular than mine. Before getting laid
off, Seth worked in masonry, building stone or brick walks and walls, so
he's a strong nineteen year old kid. Seth told me he dropped out of high
school, for reasons he didn't mention, in his sophomore year. Surprising
because he has a good vocabulary and doesn't seem at all dumb.  We worked
together Wednesday afternoon and all day yesterday so we've gotten to know
each other a little, and we're getting along very well. Oh, and he's gay so
we have that in common, too. Seth's been openly gay much longer than I
have, but he claims he's had very little success in the romance department,
which surprises the shit out of me because he's cute and hot. I go, "Hey,
Seth, 'morning, dude. How ya doing today?" He bumps fists with me, saying,
"Yo Dylan, I'm good. How 'bout you?" I tell him about my hangover and the
reason for it, but not about Chubby and me satisfying ourselves
afterwards. He goes, "It must be nice having a brother you really like. I
have two brothers, but we're like oil and water, we don't mix at
all. Hardly on speaking terms actually, but I don't live at home so I
rarely see them anyway." We're changing into our work duds, as I ask him,
"Do you have your own apartment?" He goes, "It's an efficiency, basically a
one room place in downtown Framingham. It's one room, but I do have a
bathroom and a kitchenette. It's in kind of a rundown apartment building,
but the rent's cheap and I can't afford a better place." I tell him about
our apartment at Merrimack and we both agree living away from home is cool.


We wander outside and I light a cigarette, offering one to Seth. He says,
"No thanks, I'm trying to give them up, as I can't afford them anymore,
especially since I lost my masonry job. It paid better than this lawn
cutting job, but jobs are scarce so I jumped at this one. I say, "Smoke my
cigarettes, Seth," and he goes, "No thanks, I gotta get used to doing
without, but thank you." I ask, "Will it bother you if I smoke?" He shakes
his head, "Absolutely not, I like the smell of cigarettes." Taking a drag,
I go, "Let me pry a little into your life, if you don't mind." He grins and
says, "Pry away, Dylan," but before I get a chance to ask him about
something, he grins, saying, "And I gotta get this on the record again,
dude, you're so fucking cute it's ridiculous. I know I told you that
before, but I just had to tell you again." I grin at him, and say, "Yeah,
and what'd I tell you the last time you said that?" He goes, "You returned
the compliment. We should really have some children together, for they'd be
awfully cute." He says all this with humor in his voice, which is the
opposite of how he spoke when we first met; he had an edge to his voice
initially, but I used my goofy personality to break through to the real
him. Feeling guilty, like I'm cheating on Ryan, I nonetheless ask, 'You
doing anything Saturday night?" He says, "Yeah, unfortunately I am." I ask,
"Why's it unfortunate?" He goes, "Because I think you were going to suggest
we get together and I'd love to do that, but I promised to do something
with a bud of mine and I can't let him down." I jokingly mumble, "I'm bad
at handling rejection, Seth," trying to be as casual about things as he
is. He says, "That was no rejection, Dylan, that was a resounding 'yes'
with a 'but'; the but being that I can't Saturday. How about tonight?" I
go, "I can't tonight. Robby and me have a date." He shrugs, "Well, soon,
we'll get together soon, okay?" I'm like, "You bet, um, what I started to
ask you is this, if money's a problem, why'd you pay fifty dollars for this
haircut of yours?" Chuckling, he mumbles, "Because I'm vain, and I didn't
want to admit to a guy I know, the one who works in the salon, that I
couldn't afford it. Dumb, I know." Well now, Seth apparently has one of my
favorite personality traits: he's self-deprecating, which is the opposite
of being a pompous jackass. I say, "Yeah, I do dumb things too and then
wonder, 'Why the fuck did I do that?'" We laugh at ourselves a little as
Robby comes over to say hello, then cryptically asks, "How ya holding up,
Dylan?" meaning, without Ryan. I go, "I'm good, Robby, thanks." He nods his
head, but appears skeptical that I'm doing good, then calls over to Lee and
Chubby, "Can I talk to you guys a minute?" They come over and Robby does
his usual greeting to his crew, then says, "I need to interview guys for
yet another replacement this morning, the third one in a month. I just hope
I'm as lucky with the third one as I was with Lee and Seth. Lee, you're in
charge again this morning. Hopefully I can hire someone quickly because we
have some larger properties to deal with this afternoon. We may need to
work extra hours today. Have a good morning and I'll try to join you guys
before lunchtime. Let's load the truck now." We all head for the equipment
garage with Lee asking Chubby, "Jeffrey, will you ride shotgun with me
again today?" Chubby says, "Sure thing, Billy Lee." Seth and me are
following behind, and he asks, "Billy Lee?" I explain that Lee and Chubby
call each other by names they don't normally use just to break each other's
balls, but it's all in fun. Seth mutters, "Ah, I see, that's cool."


After loading the equipment onto the truck, Seth sits next to me in Ryan's
seat. He's cuter than Ryan, but I can't imagine he's as sexy. Can't tell
yet if Seth has pheromones that I'll think smell sexy... not yet, but I'll
find out pretty soon. He's one of those kids that always looks clean. It's
mostly because of his light complexion and light blond hair. As always it's
difficult to carry on a conversation in the back of the truck due to the
traffic noise and the fact the truck engine is wicked loud, too. Seth says
something I can't make out, so I cup his ear, feeling his silky hair on my
fingers, and say, "I couldn't hear you." Being a quick learner, he cups my
ear, and yells, "I said it's loud as hell back here," which for some reason
gets us giggling. He has a really boyish giggle, a nice boyish voice
too. Some guys have youthful voices, like Robby's.  My voice is normal
sounding, which is better than some guys with those deep annoying
voices. Of course that's merely my opinion. My hangover is fading away, and
messing around with Seth helps that process. After I stop giggling, I say
into his ear, "I'm going to take your hat off and run my fingers through
your hair, if you don't mind," and this time I purposely bump my nose
against the side of his head, and it's not at all surprising to me that he
indeed smells good. Looking as good as he does, it would shock the hell out
of me if he smelled neutral, or God forbid, bad. He cups my ear and yells,
"I don't mind. In fact I encourage you to touch me all you want. I've got a
crush on you." That reminds me so much of my good friend Connor. He
unabashedly claimed to have a crush on me for the longest time. Then he
changed it from a crush to love, claiming he's in love with me. Ya gotta
admire the likes of Connor and Seth for having such good taste in the gay
boy department. I take his hat off and run my fingers through his
hair. I've never felt silkier hair, yet it's got lots of body, too. Seth
definitely takes the lead in the best head of hair category, but blonds
often go bald early in life, which would be a travesty. With my hand
clutching a fistful of the longer hair at the middle of his head, I yell in
his ear, "Does baldness run in your family?" He turns his head to yell his
answer in my ear as I rub the hairs up the back of his head; it feels
amazing. He yells, "No baldness on either side, thank God. Um, just an FYI,
you playing with my hair is giving me a boner," and he points at the tent
in his lap. Nice size tent, too. Seth has already eliminated any sexual
interest I ever had in Lee, now it's Seth I'm interested in, and it's
almost a sure thing we're gonna be getting together. Ya gotta wonder what
Robby's thinking when he hires someone as cute as Seth. I mean, he knows
damn well I've got no willpower to speak of, not when it comes to cute boys
my age, and Robby knows damn well my brain is pretty much under the control
of my dick. too. He keeps putting temptation right in front of me.  This
isn't even a fair fight; my pathetic willpower never had a chance with this
kid. If I still had Ryan holding my interest, it would have been more of a
fair fight, willpower-wise, but without him I'm not even trying to
resist. I yell in his ear, "Nice tent, Seth," as I rub his head. He's
laughing, the he yells back, "If you make me spunk in my pants it'll be a
little awkward explaining it to the guys." Damn, he's likable. I'm terrible
though, Ryan hasn't even taken off in the plane yet, but I can't stop
myself from pulling Seth's head over and kissing the side of his
forehead. I get a good whiff of him too, and yipes, is he sexy smelling! He
smiles at me and mouths the word, 'thanks,' as I'm thinking, 'Seth's the
perfect cure for my hangover!'  The truck pulls over and when it stops, the
quiet seems to ring in our ears for a few seconds, and then we use normal
speaking voices again. Seth says, "Fun ride, Dylan. You smell good." Some
unknown higher power is obviously playing games with me, or maybe testing
me about something. If it's willpower I'm gonna be a big disappointment.


The tailgate comes down and we begin unloading the truck. We all work hard
at our individual yard-work tasks, which doesn't allow for any interaction
until we're done with this job and loading the equipment back on the
truck. Lee leans close to me, and says, "I hope I don't need to arm wrestle
Seth to see which one of us gets to plow your backdoor." I go, "Jeez, Lee,
Seth is gay so you're out of luck. Didn't you know that?" He goes, "Get out
of here, you're kidding, right?"  I go, "No, ask him." He's like, "What are
the fucking chances of me getting a job in manual labor working with mostly
gay guys?" I go, "It's one in a million, dude, but there's only three of
us. It's not like Dickers Landscaping is swarming with gays. There are over
thirty employees and only three gays." "That we know of," he says. Chubby
says, "Excuse me guys, I need to get the ramp down for the ride-on mower."
We move to the side of the truck as Seth comes up humping a big bag of
grass clippings. Lee asks, "Are you gay, Seth?" and Seth says, "No, who
told you that?" He gives me a wink as Lee looks quizzically at me,
muttering, "Ya got me, Dylan," and I go, "No, I'm not the one who got ya."
Now Lee doesn't know what to think as he helps get the bag of clippings on
the truck, then says, "Okay, guys, climb aboard. One more job and then it's
coffee break time." Seth and I get up in the back of the truck and as the
tailgate's being secured, Seth sits in my spot. I jokingly ask, "What the
hell ya think you're doing? That's my seat." He makes a funny face,
realizing I'm kidding him, and mumbles, "Sorry, dude," sliding over to
Ryan's old spot. When I'm sitting in my spot, I say, "On this truck we have
assigned seating," and he grins, saying, "I'm a fucking rookie, how would I
know?" I mutter, "Stick close to me kid, I'll show you the ropes." He says,
"I like the idea of sticking close to you." The truck lurches forward and
we're off. Seth takes his hat off, grinning at me, and I play with his hair
again, extending it to include squeezing the back of his neck and playing
with his perfectly shaped pinkish ear, then running the open palm of my
hand over his head, ruffling most of the hairs on his head. After awhile he
leans in, cupping my ear, yelling a question, "When can you give me a
haircut?" I yell in his ear, "I'd hate to cut too much of this awesome hair
off; I like playing with it." He yells back, "Dylan, this is no bullshit,
and I know I'm making an ass of myself, but you are the sexiest kid I've
ever met. You're killing me here. Every fucking thing you do is so, um,
innocently sexy. Damn, I'm throwing myself at you like a schoolgirl, but I
can't seem to help myself."  I'm taken aback a little because I thought we
were basically being cock teasers for each other, but he's serious. I yell
in his ear, "Seth, you flatter me too much. You're as sexy as anyone, I'm
nothing special at all when compared to you, Robby, and a lot of gay
guys. If you build me up in your head too much, I'm bound to disappoint."
He smiles, and shrugs, then takes my wrist and puts my hand on his head
again. We chuckle and go back to our silly game. It is flattering he thinks
I'm extra sexy, but it also puts pressure on me somehow. I mean, no one
could live up to those expectations. It's almost like I want to try to be
sexier for him, but I don't have a clue how to go about that.


After finishing the second lawn, the four of us sit together at a small
coffee shop for morning break. Seth's not as outgoing with the other guys
as he's been with me, but he's not a bump on a log either, it's more like
he's the new kid in the group and he's feeling his way along. Actually,
it's impossible to find anything not to like about him so far. Chubby and
Lee include Seth in the general goofing around and ball-busting, such as
making fun of Seth's goofy haircut.  Seth's a good sport, but occasionally
he still puts an edge to something he says to these guys. I think again how
he's no pushover, but he's far from a bully type. I'm surmising that he
hasn't had the easiest time of it the last couple of years, and that's the
cause of some edginess from him at times.  Probably when he dropped out of
high school his family wasn't at all accepting of that, which resulted in
him moving out into a less than ideal situation in the one room
apartment. Yeah, it's less than ideal, but probably better than what was
going on at home. Working with stones and bricks is heavy labor, probably
too hard for me to handle, but Seth had few options, I would think. After
our coffee break, we finish the morning lawns without incident, but Seth
and I do no more of our earlier silliness in the back of the truck, not
that I sense any animosity from Seth. For lunch, Lee drives us to a small
common area in the town we're working in. When the truck stops, I hold onto
Seth's bicep when he starts to get up - and what a hard bicep it is. He
looks questioningly at me, and I ask, "We're good aren't we? No problems,
right?" He smiles saying, "Absolutely, I'm feeling like an ass, that's
all. Can't think of anytime in my life I lost it like I lost it with you
this morning. Dude, I'm not as big a geek as I seemed earlier, I'm really
not. I don't know what came over me." He's shaking his head, mystified. I
say, "Seth, you're about as far from a geek as anyone I've ever run
into. We're cool, I don't have anything but good feelings about you."
Trying to be funny, I add, "And anyway, believe me, I'm into compliments
big time. Give me all you got, make lies up if you want. I'll believe
them." He grins, "Okay, I confess I was lying when I told you you're
sexy. It's all bullshit, I'm a pathological liar when it comes to
compliments."  I go, "I knew you were lying, I just knew it. Lie some
more." He laughs and pats my back, saying, "I liked you right off,
Dylan. Yesterday I said you we're like half-naive and half-puppy dog
friendly, but I need to drop the naive part, the puppy dog friendly is
right, but you're also a kid who would be a great friend, and you actually
are sexier than the law allows in about half the states. I'm glad I met
ya." We look at each other seriously for a second, then I ask, "More lies?"
and he goes, "Yep." We grin at each other and get off the truck.

Lee gets out his cell phone and calls Robby to tell him where we're at, and
then we all get our lunches from the cooler and sit together on benches to
eat lunch.  Lee says, "Rob's on his way here with Ryan's replacement. He
said there were plenty of applicants for summer jobs. That's not surprising
in the current economy." We talk generally about that and about this
morning's work and the little screw-ups that happened, laughing at
ourselves and our blunders. Then Lee and Chubby do their phony question and
answer routine where one of them makes up a crazy situation and asks the
other for advice. The way they both think up funny situations on the spur
of the moment is amazing to me. Ryan always laughed his ass off at this
stuff, and I wish he were here laughing right now. Lee says, "Jeffrey, I
have a good friend, his girlfriend picked him up the other day for a trip
to the mall. They had a fight and she leaves him there with no way for him
to get home, the bitch. Well, instead of calling me for a ride home, my
buddy calls my girlfriend. He and my girlfriend know each other, but I'm
wondering if I should be worried if something might be going on with those
two?" Chubby says, "Jesus, Billy Lee, that's like saying two armed men in
ski masks broke into your house: should you be worried? I mean, it's a bit
fucking suspicious, don't ya think? He could have called you, or anyone
with a car, or even taken a taxi.  Your friend calling your girlfriend to
cry on her shoulder is an open invitation for a game of tickle her
tonsils." Lee says, "I see what you mean, Jeffrey."
 Chubby goes, "Maybe you can help me with this, Billy Lee. The other day I
noticed one of my testicles hanging much lower than the other. Is that
normal, or should I be worried?" Lee goes, "If one of them's dragging
behind you, then no, it's not normal. But if the difference is an inch or
so, then you're put together okay in the scrotum department. On the other
hand, if your balls hang at the same level they'll be clanging together
like fucking church bells every time you stand up, so that can be a
problem." The way these guys say this stuff is funny to start with, and the
outrageousness of the quick answers gets us all laughing, plus the curse
words make it funnier somehow too, as the laughter gets contagious after
awhile. They do a couple more off-the-wall questions with equally bizarre
advice while we're all eating some lunch.


After awhile Seth asks, "You guys got anymore?" Lee says, "Well yeah, I'm
curious about something else, Jeffrey. My girlfriend wants to handcuff me
during sex.  I'm usually up for anything, but this feels like maybe
crossing the line to me.  Am I being too uptight?" Chubby goes, "Kinky sex
has always seemed like too much work to me. It's a bit like camping. Why go
to the bother of driving to the middle of fucking nowhere, putting up a
tent and building a fire when you can toast a marshmallow in the oven at
home? Also, bear in mind that if you say yes to the furry handcuffs, it'll
just encourage this sicko to try more twisted stuff. She'll probably have
you tied to the ceiling fan with piano wire by the end of the week." We
laugh, and I ask for one more. Chubby goes, "Okay, yeah, I'm curious about
something too, Billy Lee. I've got an uncircumcised penis, and apart from
the embarrassment in the locker room, the thing is also maybe preventing me
from getting laid as often as I'd like. Is it too late to get Captain Winky
cut?" Lee chuckles, then gives his advice: "Okay, first of all, if you go
around calling it Captain Winky, I ain't fucking surprised no one wants to
unzip your pants. As for getting circumcised at your age, yeah, of course
you can get it done. Anything can be done these days. You could have it
painted red, white, and blue and put it on upside down if you wanted
to. But if you're thinking that's what will get you more action in the
bedroom, you need a shrink, not a surgeon." We clap at the quick wits, but
Lee says, "No more. My fuckin' brain is locking-up on me." Seth tells a
joke: "A guy meets a girl in a bar and asks if he can buy her a drink. She
tells him sure, but it won't do him any good. Later he asks again and she
gives him the same answer that it won't do him any good, but sure, buy me
another drink. This goes on a couple more times with her taking the drink,
but warning it won't do the guy any good. He finally asks her to join him
in his hotel room and she's okay with that too, although it's not going to
do the guy any good. In the hotel room the man tells her she's so beautiful
he wants her for his wife. She says, "Oh, that's different. Send her in."
We groan and snicker, but only because of the unexpected punch line. Then
Chuck Tannum, the landscape crews' boss, drops off Robby and another kid
and they walk over to join us.


We all look up at them expectantly, and Robby says, "Hi guys, I'd like you
to meet Homer Bailey, he's joining our crew." He introduces each of us and
Homer gives a one-shake handshake to everyone, mumbling, "Nice to meet ya."
He's maybe six feet tall, no taller than that, with a bulky body, but he's
not fat. Brown hair cut in a buzz, but the last haircut he had I'd guess
was at least two months ago because his hair is now an unsightly inch and a
half, evenly, all over his head.  Homer's nose is too long and he has one
of those unfortunate bulging Adam's apples, but other than that he's
average looking. Certainly nothing about him that interests me, so maybe
Robby's dropped his notion of hiring only cute boys for his crew, and thank
God for that. It'll give my boner-influenced brain a much needed
rest. Robby tells us Homer's twenty years old, a college student at Temple
University in Philadelphia, and that he's worked with landscaping in
Pennsylvania before his dad got transferred to Massachusetts this past May.
Hmmm, Ryan's father gets transferred to Georgia and Homer's dad gets
transferred here; Georgia is getting the best of these
transactions. Homer's a boy I wouldn't check out once, never mind
twice. There are a majority of boys that fall into that category, but since
I concentrate on just the cute minority, it might seem like there are lots
of cute boys in my life, but the opposite is true. Most boys I pass by in
life are more like Homer than Seth. For Homer's sake I'm hoping he's part
of the majority as far as sexual orientation goes, because if not he'll
have a hard time matching up with the much more limited supply of gay
possibilities. On the plus side, Homer seems like a regular guy who maybe
won't add much to the enjoyment of the crew, but he probably won't detract
from it either. Someone like Derek didn't add anything positive and in fact
he detracted, making the work place much less fun because of his presence.
While there is a definite scarcity of truly cute boys, maybe there are a
few more than the national average in my hometown. That's just the luck of
the draw. At Merrimack, where there are hundreds of boys about my age, the
truly cute ones are rare.

Robby assigns Chubby to work with Homer, so I lucked out a couple of days
ago with my assignment to work with the delicious Seth. When we take off
for our first job after lunch it's Robby driving the truck with Lee next to
him riding shotgun.  Chubby and Homer are in the back sitting where Chubby
and Lee used to sit. Seth and I are sitting on the other side of the truck
bed; it's fucking musical chairs around here lately. If Ryan can't be
sitting beside me, I couldn't possibly have a better replacement than
Seth. I'm lucky like that most of the time. I've made a few bad sex choices
with sex partners in the past, like that old dude in the House Of Blues and
that weirdo Alan Snyder, who was my boss at Stop and Shop. I guess Willie
wasn't the best choice in the end, but most of the time things work out
well for me where gay boys are concerned. Like I said, I'm lucky, and
Seth's just one more example of that. As I mentioned, Chubby and Homer are
riding in the back of the truck this afternoon, so Seth and I don't goof
around like we did in the morning. It's a busy afternoon servicing large
estates, but Robby's outworking all of us so we make up some time and
finish pretty much on schedule. We're back at headquarters by quarter to
four and finish cleaning the equipment by four o'clock. A weekend looms
ahead of us and I can't help but wonder how different it will be without
Ryan to hook up with.  Tonight Robby and I have our date, but what about
Saturday night when Robby's with Travis Pickles? What will I do, call Ray?
I promised myself I wouldn't do that; my plan was to let him and his posse
fade away. Since Devon McCarty will be at my place tomorrow around noon for
a haircut, it sort of connects me with Ray. Devon's got a mop of wavy hair
that his parents have been nagging him to get cut. Can't say I blame them,
and it'll be fun cutting it. What the hell, I'll probably extend my
relationship with Ray one more night at least. Seth's showing great promise
though, so this very well could mean the end of Ray. One of the great
things about buddy sex is there's very little commitment between the
participants and that means I won't have a guilty conscience severing ties
with Ray.


I'm thinking those thoughts in the locker room when Seth puts his hand on
my shoulder, and says, "It was fun today, Dylan, can we set, um, a night
next week to see a movie or something?" I reach over and run my fingers
through his awesome hair again, saying, "Sure. Were you serious about me
giving you a haircut?" With a grin on his face, he goes, "I'm damn serious,
but I lied about my lies; I lied when I said I lied. I'm never gonna lie to
you again. No, that's a lie, too. I'll probably lie to you about something,
sometime or other." That makes me laugh, "Seth, if you think you're
confusing me, you're right. I don't know if I can believe a word you say."
He stuffs his two sets of work clothes in a satchel, chuckling, "Actually,
I don't lie, Dylan. You can believe every embarrassing thing I said to you
today. I swear to God, I've never thrown myself at anyone before in my
life, but that's because I hadn't met you yet." I grin, "Is that another
lie?" He shakes his head, "No, it's the embarrassing truth, and yes I'd
like you to give me a haircut. How much do you charge?" I go, "Are you
kidding? I don't charge anything, it's something I do for my friends." He
goes, "Awesome! That will bring down the average cost of my last haircut
and the one you give me to twenty-five bucks each." I say, "And the haircut
after that will bring the average down to about seventeen bucks." He grins,
"And the one after that I'll be down to twelve dollars and fifty cents for
each of my last four haircuts." I mumble, "I'm getting a headache with all
this math." He says, "Let me feel your hair," and he runs his fingers
through my short hair, saying, "Damn, you have awesome hair too. Not much
of it, it's pretty short, but it's still awesome." I smirk, not sure if
he's serious or not, then I tell him, "Robby and I used to have the best
hair in Framingham, that's until I checked your hair out. Now you're the
champ, hair-wise." He goes, "To hell with our hair, when can we get
together? I know I'm groveling after you again, but I can't seem to help
it.  Pathetic of me, but you're probably used to gay guys groveling over
you." I say, "Not really. What's groveling mean anyway?" Seth says, "It
means behaving in a servile or demeaning manner." Frowning, I ask, "Are you
sure you dropped out of high school in your sophomore year?" Seth smiles,
"Yes, but not because I'm stupid. I got a high school diploma on line. I'm
self educated and thereby avoided all the ancillary bullshit, you know, all
the subordinate crap that goes along with high school. And, of course, I
didn't need to deal with incompetent, petty teachers either." I go, "That's
impressive, but there are a lot of excellent teachers too. At least in my
experience." He says, "I know, but the bad ones never get weeded out, bad
ones like my father for instance." Hmmm, there's a lot of history behind
Seth, I suspect. What would it be like being on my own in the world as a
sophomore, like Seth was a couple of years ago? Damn, that's a scary
thought.



Chubby comes in and pats Seth on the back, asking, "How'd it go your first
week on the job, Seth?" With a grin, Seth says, "Hi, Jeffrey. It went great
thanks to your brother." Chubby's like, "You couldn't be in better hands,
Dylan's awesome, he's my idol." I laugh, "My brother lies, Seth." He
mutters, "I doubt it." Damn, I'm enjoying the compliments. Gotta be careful
I don't start believing this stuff or I'll get a big head. Chubby gathers
up my two sets of work clothes because it's his turn to wash them. He asks
me, "What do you have going on this weekend, Dylan?" I mumble, "Robby and I
are hooking up tonight, but I don't know about Saturday night. Are you
free?" Chubby goes, "Tonight I've got a date with Gina and tomorrow it's
MJ." Seth's like, "Stud man!" and Chubby says, "Yep, that's me. You gay
boys don't know what you're missing." Seth and me go, "Ewwww," and Chubby
chuckles, "Ewww, my ass. Dylan's never tried dating a girl, so he don't
know if he'd like it or not. How 'bout you, Seth?" I look at Seth, who
says, "Nope, I never tried it, but I haven't tried jumping off a tall
building either, although I'm pretty sure I wouldn't like it." I say, "Me
too," then to Seth, "How about after work Monday for your haircut?" Seth
holds his fist out for me to bump with mine, as he says, "That's a date,
Dylan! I'm anxious to get rid of this silly haircut I got last time." Okay,
that's awesome, but I don't want to seem overly excited about it, so I just
mumble, "Have a nice weekend, dude. It was great working with you." Seth
says, "Ditto. I'll see you guys on Monday."  Chubby pats Seth's shoulder,
"See ya, Seth. Glad you're on our crew," and Seth takes off giving me a
nice smile and a little wave on his way out. I feel so fucking guilty that
I'm replacing Ryan so quickly, but what am I supposed to do?  It just
happened, I didn't go looking for a replacement, and I still love Ryan.
Damn, I shouldn't need to feel guilty, so why do I? Chubby's like, "Man, it
didn't take my big brother long to seduce the new kid." I ask, "How'd you
know he's gay?" Chubby goes, "Um, because he told me, but I sure didn't
expect it.  Man, he's a damn good looking kid, though. You two would make
an awesome couple. Now, if only I can find a girlfriend as good looking as
your boyfriends." I chuckles, "Keep trying, Chubby, but be prepared to
fail." We walk outside together and I light a cigarette to share with
Chubby. He says, "This job rocks. The hours go by quickly every day, it's
great working outside getting a tan, and the pay's pretty good, too." I
agree with him, feeling good that he likes the job because I sorta talked
him into taking it. It's awesome seeing him all day long, and he livens
things up, too. He's fun to look at, and funny on top of that. Everyone
likes my brother, which makes me proud we're brothers.


I drive us home in the Jeep. He asks, "How about a haircut this afternoon,
Dylan?  Seth talking about it reminded me it's been almost a month since my
last one and Gina likes this haircut, so I'd like a crisp look for our
first date tonight."  I'm always up for that, so I say, "Absolutely,
Chubby." At the condo we go to the basement where Chubby adds our work
clothes to my dirty clothes already in the washing machine, and gets it
going as I get out the barber clippers. Chubby takes off his shirt, and
even though we've worked all day in the hot sun, he still smells good. It's
like I always say: Chubby's scent isn't the sexiest, but it's my
favorite. I begin to give him a tight burr haircut, that I think is too
short, but it's what he wants. He'd look cool in any hair style though, so
it doesn't really matter how short it is. Halfway through the haircut I hug
around his head and give him a long wet kiss on the side of his face. He
doesn't complain about it because he's used to me doing it and he loves me
too. I don't know for sure if he's bisexual, but it wouldn't surprise me if
he was. Some people don't realize their true sexuality until later in life,
and some never admit or act on it even though they recognize that they're
bisexual, or even homosexual. Everyone is different and everyone has their
own reasons for choosing the path they travel through life. Even though
he's a creep, I've always been grateful to Carl Denton for 'outing' me to
myself basically. He saw my gay nature before I acknowledged it. Guys like
Willie and Seth understand their sexuality at an early age and don't fight
it, they go with it and are probably better off for doing that. And that's
probably the only thing Willie and Seth have in common. After dragging out
the haircut as long as possible, I hand him the handheld mirror and he
says, "Perfect! You're better than ever, Dylan, a real professional
hairstylist." I say, "Yep, and without any formal training; I'm a genius is
what I am." Chubby puts his shirt on, muttering, "A savant is more like
it." My reply to that is, "No, that doesn't apply. Savants have a narrow
area of brilliance associated with intellect. They may have spatial skills,
visualizing an image in their heads and manipulating it. Comparing that to
me knowing how to cut hair is a huge stretch." He looks at me frowning, so
I explain, "That spatial stuff was on a final exam I was forced to memorize
in Robby's study group." Chubby laughs, "My brother's turning into a
brainiac." I mutter, "I'm hardly that." Chubby's putting the clothes in the
dryer, saying, "Okay, you're a natural at cutting hair, but you're
definitely getting even better at it. Thanks for the haircut and would you
mind taking our clothes out of the dryer at the end of the cycle? I'll iron
them sometime tomorrow or Sunday. Hey, how much money do you imagine we've
saved over the years by cutting our own hair?" I shrug, "Two or three
thousand dollars each, something like that." He says, "I feel richer
already." Upstairs we give each other a quick hug, mumbling, "Have a good
time tonight," to each other, and he's out the door.


That was fun. Now I need to get ready for my date with Robby. I know
Chubby's going to be occupied tonight, and mom's at work, so I'll see if
Robby wants to hang out here. After my shower, I'm standing naked in front
of the mirror that's over the bathroom sink, checking my face for signs of
whiskers. Maybe there's something on my upper lip. You know what I'm going
to do? I'm going to shave, hoping it might help the almost invisible little
hairs on my face turn into whiskers quicker. Speed up the process.  Someone
told me if you shave, say your legs, the hair grows back thicker and maybe
longer. Don't know if that's true, it certainly wasn't true of the sparse
hair on Chubby's and my legs, but I got nothing to lose. Funny how whiskers
are sexy to me now, as I used to hate the idea of them. The older I get the
more I see things differently. Using a new disposable razor and the shaving
cream that we normally use to shave pubes, I lather my face and shave for
the first time in my life and when I'm done my face looks cleaner
somehow. Maybe there were some fine hairs and maybe they'll grow in as
whiskers sooner than later, or maybe they won't. Ray, Lee, and Seth look
macho with their whiskers. The last time I saw Elliot he didn't have
whiskers which is another example of how different he is from his
brother. No way they have the same father, not that I'd ever mention that
to either of them. Then I think about sexy Ray and decide I'm definitely
going to go out with him Saturday night. Of course, I'm assuming he'll want
to go out with me, but what if he doesn't? Hmmm, that will be a blow to my
ego, fer sure. I get dressed, thinking about how Ray can be unintentionally
dominant with our sex, and that makes me yearn for Ryan, who has it all:
dominance and lover's sex, plus extemporaneous sex that is so hot we just
about lose our minds. No sense trying to talk Robby into being more
dominant. I tried that once with unsatisfactory results. Sometimes I wish I
didn't have this sexually submissive fetish, but I do have it, so there's
no sense denying it. Should I call Willie instead of Ray, and get the real
thing? Nah, he'd gloat too much and Ryan's warned me to be careful who I
play sub/dom sex games with, because I'm more than willing to take it too
far. Maybe I can feel Robby out by setting it up as a game, acknowledging
that he's not really being dominant, but just playing a sex game. He
probably won't go for it because he tried it with Ryan and me in the early
threesome days and he didn't really seem to be enjoying it all that
much. Oh fuck it, lover's sex with Robby is awesome and I need to learn to
let well enough alone. Wearing clean shorts and a tee-shirt, I slip into my
sandals. Checking myself in the bedroom mirror now, I take off the dog
collar, and wonder why I even put it on. I decide to change into a
sleeveless tee so my tattoo is showing. I'm rocking my small hoop earrings
and my sport watch. Brushing my hair back I see it's getting real fuzzy on
top and touching my ears on the sides. Damn, Ryan's gone and he's the one
who gave me a good haircut a few weeks ago. Now it'll be the less talented
Robby doing the barbering. Oh well, I'll ask him when he wants to do
haircuts, and pubes shaving too. Maybe tonight. Then I recall a week ago
when I put mousse in my hair and Robby washed it out. That was pretty bossy
of him. Yeah, I forgot about that. Robby's retained some of his bossiness
so maybe he would go for a little sub/dom game.  No harm in asking. My cell
phone buzzes with a text message. It's from Robby, 'Hey Dylan, I'm on my
way. Meet me at the curb.  Okay?' Sure, it's okay and I text him that. One
last check in the mirror and I decide I'm looking cool so I grab my
cigarettes, some chewing gum, and I'm on my way.


Outside I light a cigarette out of habit, and walk down the steps
vacillating about bringing up the sub/dom thing. Robby pulls up to the curb
two minutes later so I step on my cigarette butt and plop some chewing gum
in my mouth. He parks in the first available spot, and I jog down to
him. At the driver's side window, I lean my head in and Robby puts his hand
behind my neck and leaves it there as we do a one-minute kiss with lots of
tongue action. My tented shorts testify to how sexy I think he is, and my
chewing gum ends up in Robby's mouth. He's different from Ryan, but Robby's
very sexy in his own special way. We break the kiss and Robby gives me
another quick one on my lips, then says, "I don't see you enough during the
work day and we don't get together enough after work. I can't wait to get
back to Merrimack where we're together most of the time." I go, "And we
sleep together there, too." He says, "Yeah, that's the best part. How 'bout
getting in the pickup, boyfriend." I ask, "Do you wanna hangout in my
place?" He says, "Sure, but I need to run a couple of errands first. Come
on, get in." So I go around and get in, asking, "What errands?" He says, "I
need to drop these envelopes at the post office for dad, and then get over
to the UPS store to mail Dodger his care package. Mom sends one every week
including stuff for Connor as well. You know damn well his mother isn't
sending him anything. Dad's keeping me busy after work, too. There's a lot
more to being a supervisor than I expected, but on the plus side he gave me
a raise tonight telling me I'm doing an excellent job." I go, "That must
make you feel good," and he's like, "It's more a relief than anything
else. With all the guys dropping out of my crew this first month, I was
worried dad would think it's reflection on me somehow." We talk about the
job for awhile, then talk about Dodger and Connor, laughing at the emails
Dodger sends us giving his personal and unique take on Army life; some
really funny shit. They're almost halfway trough basic training now, still
homesick, but dealing with everything surprisingly well, especially
considering Dodger's problem with authority figures. He's embraced his Army
experience for the most part though, and he and Connor have become close in
the process. I wonder if their relationship will become sexual even though
on the surface they're very different boys. Robby and I talk about that a
little; whatever we talk about, it's just nice to be alone with
Robby. After all these years, he and I are very comfortable with each
other. I'm happy to see he's still adopting the leadership role for us,
which of course I love. It's so cool seeing him run his crew at work, and I
like working for him. Maybe I'll work for him after college, which for most
lovers might be a recipe for disaster, but considering my natural
submissive nature I wouldn't have a problem with it. I like taking orders
from him and I love his renewed confidence. He asks, "You going to be at
the baseball game tomorrow, Dylan?" I go, "I don't know, what time's your
game?"  He says, "Eleven o'clock," which means I wouldn't be back in time
for Devon's haircut, and I want to do that, but I don't want to mention
anything to do with Ray to Robby, so I'm like, "Damn, I can't make
it... I've got something I need to do for, um, mom." He says, "Too bad, but
there's games all summer, you'll catch some of them I'm sure," and then he
tells me who replaced Ryan at second base, adding, "He's nowhere near the
fielder Ryan was. As the shortstop, I'm seeing the difference at
practice. Did it surprise you how good Ryan was at baseball?" I tell him it
was a surprise and we talk about Ryan some more. Robby claims he misses
Ryan too, but he imagines I miss him more, which opens the door for me to
say, "Yeah, I liked how bossy he was with me during sex. Remember, early in
our threesome, you had him recreate what he and I did during sex? He
spanked my ass and basically had me totally under control. Heh heh, it was
embarrassing hearing him describe it to you though." Robby's like, "Yeah, I
was terrible to do that, and I really apologize for that inexcusable
behavior on my part. I thought I was a big-shot during that period because
you both were kissing my ass so much. Now I feel bad about it, really
bad. What a jackass I was." I go, "Oh, I don't know, some of it was pretty
cool, Rob." I've slipped into calling him 'Rob' because we're talking about
Ryan, but Robby doesn't even notice it anymore.


He puts the mail in the slot at the post office, expecting it'll get
handled first thing in the morning I suppose, then we drive to the UPS
store talking about the threesome. I tell him Ryan sends me emails and text
messages all the time, "He's not happy, Rob, the poor kid is back to being
lonely again. Very few kids his age where they're living, so he can't wait
for college in the fall." Robby goes, "You really miss him, don't you?" I
mutter, "Yeah, I do," but figure I better change the subject before we get
into too much detail about that. I tell him about Chubby and Lee's routine
at lunch where they make-up questions, mostly of a sexual nature, and then
the other guy makes-up humorous advice. I get most of one of their routines
right and Robby laughs. Then I slip in the one about kinky sex and believe
it or not, Robby says, "Would you like to try kinky sex sometime?" I
pretend to think about it, then say, "We don't have handcuffs," and Robby's
like, "The hell with handcuffs, I'll tie your ass up with rope and then
fuck your brains out? Haha, how 'bout that?" I go, "Would you really?" He
says, "Sure, why not? If that's something that gets you aroused, although I
can't imagine getting aroused myself, but I'm not a prude, if you want to
try it for our recreational fuck, sure." Oh boy! However, I say, "Let me
think about that." Ryan and Willie have both tied my ass up and fucked my
brains out, but somehow it seems even sexier to have sweet Robby do it. As
I contemplate that, Robby runs Dodger's package into the UPS store, and
when he comes out I say, "Yes, count me in. It sounds sexy being tied up by
you. Really different, ya know?" Robby asks, "Do a lot of guys do this kind
of thing?" I shrug, "Some do, but I don't know how many. Have you ever
checked out the sex toys available online? Jesus, they'd blow your
mind. Some very crazy stuff, but someone obviously buys the stuff or else
it wouldn't be so available. We'll just use rope though, like you said a
lot of that stuff is expensive." Robby's giggling, "Oh my God, I can see
you now: naked and hogtied. Oh man, you're too much, Dylan." I go, "Well,
maybe it will turn me off, but let's just see." This might be awesome. I'm
really glad I brought it up, although I'm really surprised he went for it
so quickly. Hmmm?  I tentatively ask, "Um, did you and Ryan do any of this
kind of thing?" He looks at me, "I thought we agreed not to describe side
sex." I go. "Oh yeah, but I mean generally speaking." He says, "Generally
speaking, Ryan wanted to try some of the stuff that dominant asshole he
used to have sex with do to him, some minor stuff. That hasn't been the
case for the last month or so though. He's changed a lot. There's the, um,
obsequious kid I first let suck me off, and there's the one who moved to
Georgia. Almost two different boys."


This conversation leads me to ponder if Rob lost interest in sex with Ryan
because Ryan stopped kissing his ass. He was still subservient to Rob in a
way, but nothing like he was at the start of our threesome. Obviously, as
Ryan was discovering his more dominant nature with me, he lost the heat of
being submissive to Rob. That sounds too cold to throw in Rob's face
though, so I just mutter, "Yeah, he did change, but I thought it was for
the better." Robby says, "Oh yeah, definitely, I agree. I'm proud to have
helped him find his way, and I do love the kid, but like I always say, I
love him 'in a way', but nothing like the true love I have for you. Nothing
like that at all, as I've told you many times." There's a confidence in the
way Robby's saying things lately that I like a lot. I reassure him of my
true love for him and he chuckles, saying, "It's awesome to hear that from
you, and I feel it too, Dylan. That's the best thing that came out of our
threesome." We talk about a three bedroom apartment in the fall and Robby's
still for it, but with less enthusiasm then a month ago when he first
mentioned it to me. Now it's lukewarm, as he mutters, "Yeah, we'll see how
it goes. It's only fair since I started the whole mess in the first place,
not having a fucking clue what I was doing, of course." That's magnanimous
of Robby, I guess, but he did start it and encouraged it. To drop that
subject while I'm ahead, I go, "We need to stop and get some rope. I don't
have any." He asks, "Where do we buy rope?" I shrug, "That's a good
question. I don't know, but maybe a hardware store." Yeah, where the hell
do you buy rope? Robby drives to Home Depot, surprising me he'd go to all
this trouble. It just proves that no matter how well you know someone, you
can still be surprised by them. Is it possible this idea really appeals to
him, or is he just trying to please me?  Inside Home Depot an employee
directs us to a section that has different types of rope for sale. I pick
up a package, but Robby says, "No, that's too coarse, it would chafe your
skin. We need cotton rope," and we find some of that.  "It's softer," Robby
explains. He takes it to the self-checkout and uses a credit card to buy
the rope. On the way to the pickup, I ask, "Do you want to get some dinner
first?" He puts his arm around my neck, saying, "Nope, I'm horny as hell to
tie you up and fuck your brains out." Well, damn, that gets my dick's
attention, but my brain wonders about how anxious Robby seems to do this.
It makes me go over in my mind just whose idea this was. I'm pretty sure it
was mine, although Robby's apparently adopted it as his own. Not that I
mind. In the pickup we're driving back to my place with Robby
saying. "First you get totally naked, and I think we should have a gag too,
don't you?" I mutter, "I guess," and he says, "Yeah, that'll be cool. A
scarf or something like that, then I'll hogtie you and maybe smack your ass
a little. You like that, right?" Is he putting me on, or what?


Inside my bedroom Robby goes, "Get undressed, boyfriend, while I open this
package of rope." It takes all of fifteen seconds for me to get
naked. Robby glances over, muttering, "Nice body," as he's still messing
around trying to get the plastic off the rope, exclaiming, "These goddamn
plastic packages are impossible to open." I ask, "Did you ever try to get
Duracell batteries out of the plastic container?" He goes, "Yeah, it's a
bitch. The plastic is thick and tough. Do you have a pair of scissors?" I
pad into the kitchen, my dick swinging between my legs, and get the
heavy-duty poultry scissors and carry them back into the bedroom where
Robby's looking through my bureau drawers. He looks up, asking, "What can
we use for a gag?" I come up with black socks of some stretchy
material. "Try one of these socks, Robby. These things were a Christmas
present, but I've never worn them because, well look at them, they're like
socks for old guys." He looks and, stretching one, mutters, "Yeah, I
wouldn't wear these either. Okay, stand there and I'll tie one of these
socks around your head." He puts it across my mouth and ties it behind my
head, chuckling, "I'll probably need to cut this thing off with that knot I
tied in it." He looks at me, grinning, "This is kinda fun at that." Cutting
the plastic he gets the rope out, cuts off a length of rope and ties my
hands in front, then my ankles. He's tapping his lip, thinking for a
second, then goes, "Oh yeah, maybe we'll do this," and loops a piece of
rope between my wrists and ankles and tightens it until I'm bent over with
my hands almost at my ankles; they're resting against my shins as I try a
garbled, "I'm going to fall forward," but with the gaginmy mouth, it comes
out, "Grarl flo war." He laughs, then I fall over. "Oh, is that what you
said?" He's thinking again as I lay on my side on my bedroom throw rug,
naked and completely hogtied, just like he said. Robby goes, "Just lay
there a minute, I've got an idea," as he takes his clothes off. He helps me
up and drags me to my bed to prop my face and stretched neck on the
mattress, so I can't fall forward. He's trying unsuccessfully not to laugh
at my helpless condition, muttering "This is too funny. Wait, first you
need to suck my cock to get me hard." He swivels me around on the balls of
my feet and steadies me with my forehead in his itchy pubes, that need to
be shaved. "Okay," he mumbles, lifting my head with a hand under my chin so
now my face is pressed to his cock and balls. He's chuckling again, "Maybe
next time I'll tie you up differently." Next time? This is what I get for
expecting an amateur to know how to do dominant sex. He rocks me back a
little with a hand on my shoulder and holds his limp four-inch cock out,
but I've got a gag across my mouth, the dummy. My eyes go to the top of
their sockets looking at him, as he realizes his mistake. He looks
frustrated now as he swivels me around again, muttering, "I'm glad you have
the gag or you'd be making fun of my stupidity, but there are many ways to
get a boner, huh?"


As he thinks of one of the many ways to make a boner, I'm uncomfortably
balanced on the bed with my neck stretched out and Robby keeping me from
going over sideways with a hand on my ass. Then he goes, "This will work
very nicely," and he starts rubbing his cock on my ass, murmuring, "Ahhh,
nice soft buttocks: firm but smooth." It doesn't take long before I feel
his cock getting hard and he now runs it up and back in my ass crack,
mumbling, "Mmmm, this feels good." Then, in my bent over, stretched
position, his dick goes between my legs poking the back of my
scrotum. "Mmmm," he murmurs, "I could get myself off just doing this. Your
skin against my boner feels awesome." I go, "Ump frreur," and he laughs,
continuing to fuck me between my legs until he sighs, and I feel his precum
on the back of my scrotum as my own cock is now a boner. It grew into one
unbeknownst to me, but each time he bumps his crotch against my buttocks,
the head of my boner bumps against the side of the mattress and the shaft
rubs against one of my arms on either side of it. Damn, I surely know I
have a boner now, but I was paying so much attention to what Robby was
doing, I just now realized it. His boner's between my legs as a wet finger
works its way up my ass. Robby says, "This is so cool having you totally
under my control.  When's that ever happened before? He works his finger
around in my ass stretching it as much as my neck's stretched. This isn't
comfortable at all, but he's tied me tightly and there's no way to get out
of these bonds. At least he didn't think to tie my nuts like Ryan's done
before. Being uncomfortable is part of being submissive, but I don't feel a
trance coming on yet, which is too bad.  I can't make it happen, it has to
happen on its own. Robby pulls his finger out and plugs his boner up my ass
with a quiet, "Mmmmm," from him. He pushed it right in past my sphincter
muscle and then the rest of the four inches goes in, filling me up with
cock. My facial cheeks puff out as I groan against my gag. My ass isn't as
full like Ryan's cock fills me up, but it feels plenty good just the
same. Robby humps my ass for a few minutes driving his boner inside me,
while doing his quiet moans of pleasure. Then he mutters, "I love fucking
you, Dylan.  Getting fucked is good too, but this is the best sexual
activity ever, especially with you. There's nothing as good as my naked
cock up your primo ass." Guess he's alluding to this being better than
fucking Ryan, or getting fucked by Travis. For a moment that green monster,
jealousy, gets in my head.  That's forgotten though when he abruptly pulls
his boner completely out and smacks the shit out of my ass before ramming
his boner back inside my rectum and fucking me fast. Somewhere along the
way I get in a peaceful trance and my smacked ass feels awesome inside and
out with my cock head wet now with precum.  I'm going, "Mmm, mmm, mmm," in
my head as he drives his boner back and forth in my rectum. He's humping
hard against me, altering his trusts so his boner hits various parts of my
rectum, and he does the thrusting while gripping my hips tightly and
pulling me back into his hard thrusts. It's at least five minutes of very
real sexually-arousing pleasure for me. I personally like getting fucked by
a cute boy more than anything in the world, but Robby starts to grunt and
whine with desire as his climax is on him, so this might be coming to a too
quick ending. He slams into me, laying on the back of my head doing little
tight thrusts shooting his cum load inside me. The little hard humps are
followed by lazy regular thrusts as Robby moans to himself with the
pleasure of orgasm; nothing compares to the short spike of intense pleasure
an orgasm produces.


Taking a deep breath, he pulls all the way out before I have my climax,
leaving me desperate for it. He reaches both arms around my legs, and with
his chest against my back, he hoists me on top of the bed. Gets on the bed
himself, and plasters his face against my arms to get his mouth on my
boner, his soft hair feeling nice on my arms as his mouth sucks as much of
my cock as he can get to.  Oh my God, this feels good. After being fucked
hard this will quickly get me over the top. I don't want to think who
else's cock Robby's been sucking, but he's doing a helluva job on mine, so
he must be doing it with someone else to be this proficient. I prefer to
believe it's Dodger's cock Robby leaned how to suck cock so good with. I'm
soon moaning behind my gag, that's become saturated with spit by now. My
hips try to hump as I feel my orgasm coming on me fast.  Robby's tongue and
lips suck and lick my boner, especially the head, and I thrust my whole
body as cum gushes from my cock into Robby's mouth. I'm squealing along
with the strings of cum shooting from my hard cock, but the squeals come
out muffled. Maybe I should always wear a gag to avoid the embarrassing
exclamation of sexual pleasure that escape my mouth when climaxing. Robby's
sucking the last of the cum from my balls as I shudder and shake a few
seconds longer. Oh what a fabulous feeing this is. After sucking another
minute, Robby lets my cock slide off his tongue, and he says, "That was
great, Dylan," as he unties the rope holding my hands to my ankles, and
helps me straighten out. Oh man, does that ever feel good. He gets me
laying on my back, then he lays next to me, grinning. After a minute of
grinning at me, he says, "I'm thinking of calling home and telling them I'm
spending the night with my boyfriend. It'll be fairly obvious what we're
doing together, but they must suspect were doing sexy stuff anyway,
wouldn't you think?" I make muffled sounds through the gag. He grins,
saying, "And I'm keeping you tied-up all night too, with the gag in place,
and there's nothing you can do about it. It's fun having you under my
control. I'll let you have bathroom breaks, but other than that, I'll just
fuck you all night." I know he's full of it because Robby wouldn't want to
be so blatant with his parents about us doing anal sex, although he's right
about them knowing we're doing it if they don't already suspect that's what
we were doing all year at Merrimack, they're dreamers. The moms know too,
of course, but it's not a topic I want to discuss with them. I mean,
straight couples don't discuss their sex lives with their parents, right?
So why would we? We lay like this with Robby rubbing my body, squeezing my
ass, and playing with my saliva laden cock.  After awhile he tires of the
game and cuts the gag off, then leaves me tied on the bed and gets a wet
washcloth to wipe the spit off my chin and around my mouth. He says, "I
want to taste your mouth, so the gag had to go. How do you like me
dominating your ass and sucking your big cock?" I go, "I liked it, but not
the gag or the position I was in." "Oh, poor baby," and he kisses my face
and then my lips as he holds my head between his hands. Good kisses and we
get into a hot make-out for maybe ten minutes before Robby says, "I got a
semi-boner again. I'm going to try to get it up your ass because that's
where it feels the best." He rolls me on my belly and squeezes his cock
between my tight buttocks; it's tight because my legs are tied together. He
gets it in my ass and fucks me for another five minutes or so getting his
boner really hard again. "Ahhh, that feels good," he moans, but pulls out,
saying, "You're all sweaty, Dylan, not that I mind, but do you want to take
a shower?" "Tied-up?" I ask. He laughs, "Of course not, and he unties my
feet and then my hands, asking, "Wasn't that fun?"  I go, "Most of it,
yeah. You need better hogtying technique though." He mutters, "I guess so,
but I don't know, kinky sex seems like a lot of work," which makes me laugh
because that's the advice Chubby gave Lee about the kinky handcuffs sex. He
said it was like going camping: driving to fucking nowhere to pitch a tent
and build a fire when it's easier to cook a marshmallow in the oven at
home. It was something like that. I tell Robby, and he goes, "Chubby might
be right, but it was certainly different doing this with you. Anything is
fun with you, Dylan," and we make-out some more with our arms around each
other this time, which is a much better way to do it.


We both take a shower, but not together because it's too tight a fit in my
small shower. Ryan's smaller and we can manage okay, but not
easily. Afterwards we're gonna go out for dinner and then return to my
bedroom for lover's sex, which I'm now anxious to have with Robby. He seems
very inexperienced with kinky sex, so maybe he wasn't doing it with Ryan
and certainly not Travis, who I assume is the top for them. Maybe Rob and
Ryan did some kinky sex together, but it wasn't tying Ryan up. It could
have been something else, but so what, that's old news now. I'd do this
again with Robby, that was a damn hot orgasm I had... yeah, I'd do it
again.


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


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