Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2013 11:04:37 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO  Chapter 3    by Donny Mumford

		       DYLAN'S SUMMER  VACATION  TWO


				Chapter  3


				    by

			      Donny  Mumford


We're in the truck after lunch heading for the next job with the new kid,
Derek, driving. It's the first day and already something's wrong with
Dodger; he's troubled about something and he already quit. Robby doesn't
know about Dodger yet because he's back at the office filling out insurance
papers. He's made Derek his backup apparently, although Robby didn't
communicate that to us worker bees, which is his first mistake. Derek's in
charge when Robby's not with our crew, but no mention of him being Robby's
assistant; I expect that announcement soon. What the hell, Robby couldn't
pick one of his friends to be his assistant because that might cause hard
feelings among the rest of us, so he picked the stranger with no
personality, who nobody's gonna like anyway. It's a smart choice, but Robby
should have been the one to tell us, not Derek. There are no hedges needing
trimming this afternoon so Ryan and I are working the weed whackers
outlining the yard and shrubbery sections. Chubby's working the leaf
blower, blowing the clippings from the weed whackers back onto the
lawn. Derek's on the big ride-on mower. This will be about a ten minute job
and then we'll go to the next house. The machines are noisy so we're all
wearing noise reducing headgear; obviously we can't hear each other. When
the lawn's been cut and Derek's driving the ride-on mower up the ramp to
the truck bed, I ask Chubby, "What wrong with Dodger?" He says, "All he'd
tell me is that Vinnie dumped him." I thought it'd be something to do with
Vinnie, but I can't believe he dumped Dodger; he idolizes him. I ask, "He
didn't say why?" Chubby shrugs, shaking his head, muttering, "Hope Dodger
doesn't do anything stupid." I go, "He already has, he quit." We pile back
in the truck bed because none of us wants to sit up front with Derek. As
we're driving to the next house I have a bad feeling in the pit of my
stomach that Dodger's going to do something further, something that's even
more rash than quitting. I have no idea what, but this feeling of mine
usually means something bad is gonna happen. I've never seen Dodger the way
he was this morning and Robby's never mentioned Dodger ever having a moody
side; he's always energetic, funny, and fun to be around.


Robby gets dropped off at our job site by his boss when we're almost
finished the forth lawn we've worked since lunch. I'm on weed whacking with
Ryan again as Robby's commiserating with Derek, getting a report on us
worker bees I guess. Then, as I'm weed whacking around a large shrubbery
patch Robby touches my shoulder and motions that I should turn the noisy
thing off. When I do we walk towards the truck with Robby asking, "What
happened; why'd Dodger quit?" I go, "I don't know, Rob. Chubby says he's
upset because Vinnie dumped him, but I don't know anymore than that. Um,
and Derek was a bit over the top telling us to cut our lunch short. Maybe
that pissed off Dodger, like the straw that broke the camel's back." Robby
chews on his lip, thinking. Then he says, "That was my first screw-up; I
should have told you guys Derek's my back-up. I need a backup for when I'm
not here and I figured the outsider fit the bill, and he's my boss's son
so, duh. The reasons for not making Ryan my assistant applied to all of you
actually, so it couldn't be one of you guys, but I fucked up not announcing
it myself." He makes a face like, what are ya gonna do, and asks, "Um,
how's Ryan doing so far?" I go, "He's awesome. He can handle the work,
which surprises me a little. He's stronger than he looks." Robby says,
"Thanks for looking out for him. How 'bout Chubby?" I go, "He's good, but I
should get back to helping Ryan finish weed whacking now, Derek's done with
the lawn." Robby's like, "Yeah, you do that boyfriend. I'm gonna call
Dodger; dad will be uber pissed." Ryan and I exchange grins, then we finish
the weed whacking. I don't get a chance to talk to Robby again until we're
unloading for the next job, which is a big estate that'll take us half an
hour to finish. Robby scheduled the smaller jobs for when he'd be away
doing the paper work. The rest of the day's work consist of larger
lawns. As we're unloading the equipment for the first of the last three
lawns, Robby pulls me aside, looking pale. "What happened, Robby?" He goes,
"Dodger said he's joining the Army. I told dad and he cancelled a design
meeting to intercept Dodger before he can sign up. Dodger just turned
eighteen and doesn't need parental consent." I mutter, "Holy shit! I
thought he'd do something rash, but nothing this colossally stupid." Robby
is really worried, saying, "I'm scared, Dylan; when Dodger makes up his
mind he can be very hardheaded, and doing something colossally stupid comes
in play. Goddammit!" I hug Robby's shoulders, "Your dad will stop him,
Robby, don't worry." A tear runs down Robby's cute face as he mumbles, "I
love that kid and I'd miss him something terrible. Plus, I'll be worried
about him every fucking day he's in the Army." Hugging his shoulders again,
I say, "Your dad will stop him," although I'm not at all sure he can
because Dodger had an hour and a half head start.

No further news until we're almost done the last lawn of the day. As soon
as I could, I'd filled Chubby and Ryan in on the news. Chubby's especially
worried because we know and love Dodger, but Ryan's only met him once or
twice. He's worried too, but more for Robby than Dodger. After the last one
of the large lawns is finished, I look Robby up and find him kicking the
tires of the truck angrily; he's devastated, but apparently resigned to it
as he says to me in a monotone, "Dad got to the Army recruiting station in
downtown Framingham too late. Dodger and two other kids had already been
sworn into the Army. All the paperwork was done and there's no turning
back." I mutter, "I'm so sorry, Robby." He looks down wiping his eyes with
the heel of his hand, mumbling, "On the phone just now I've never heard my
dad so furious. He's partially blaming me for not paying more attention to
my brother's moody outlook the last two days. Guess I was too busy planning
for the job and the supervisor's meeting... and being with you twins. I
blame myself too." I try consoling him without much luck. We're all gloomy
now as we ride back to the building, finished for the day. Fucking life can
be trying at times; it's so unpredictable. But how rash and stupid of
Dodger to join the Army. He hasn't even finished high school. Damn him!
Even as I'm realizing what a foolish thing Dodger has done, I can't be too
mad at him because I like him so much. I'll never forget the first time I
met him next to their backyard pool. I didn't have swimming trucks with me
so Dodger took his little speedo off right in front of me and offered it to
me as he stood naked in front of me with a big grin on his face. It's the
first time I saw one of the Dickers brother's four inch peckers. The whole
think shocked the hell out of me at the time; not his four inch cock so
much as the audacity of him getting naked outside like that and handing a
total stranger his speedo swim suit. The damn thing was much too small for
me and there were shit skid mark down the center to boot. Jesus! He's a
hoot alright. I wore the damn thing with my package half exposed and I did
it because he was so ernest about it, and so cute too. There's a list of
memories involving Dodger that's endless, and now this. It's enough to make
me cry, and I do shed a few secret tears on the ride back.


We unload everything at the company's equipment building and clean the
everything with Robby stone-faced, but trying to be professional. Derek's a
bit of a toad, but he's a hard worker so I gotta give him props for
that. Ryan's somber while Chubby, Robby and me are very upset with the
Dodger development. When everything that needs to be done is done, Robby
calls us over and says, "It was a bit of a rocky start. My brother quit and
joined the Army, which devastates me. And, I screwed up by not introducing
Derek as my, um, backup. Actually he's my assistant and I want to single
him and Ryan out for a damn good first day on the job. Chubby too, and
Dylan I can always rely on. Thank you all. I'll deal with hiring a
replacement for my brother tomorrow, you'll be able to handle the lawns
Tuesday because I've reworked the schedule so there are small lawns for our
understaffed crew. All I can ask you guys is to give me the same effort
tomorrow you gave today." He looks at Derek, and says, "You'll be running
the crew at least until lunch, Derek." Then to all of us, "Thank you for a
good job, see ya all tomorrow." Derek says, "Sorry about your brother,
Rob," and he pats Robby on the back. Maybe he's not such a bad guy after
all. Robby takes a deep breath nodding his head, then he asks Ryan, "Can
you give me a ride home? Dodger took my pickup and I don't want to wait
until six o'clock when my mom and dad leave." His mom runs the office and
both parents put in ten hour days for their company. Ryan quietly says,
"Sure Rob," as I pat Robby's shoulder, mumbling, "Sorry, Robby. If there's
anything I can do, please let me know." Robby nods his head and pats my
chest. Chubby says, "Same for me, Robby. Let me know if I can help you in
any way." When Robby turns his back to head for the supervisor's locker
room, Ryan looks at me mouthing silently, 'I'll text you." I nod, but I'm
feeling really bad for Robby and that knuckle head brother of his. Chubby
puts his arm around my shoulders as we go into the locker room to change.

Inside there plenty of horseplay from the other college kids working on
other crews. There are some older guys in the locker room too; they're the
bricklayers and landscape design guys making twenty dollars an hour and up.
Robby goes to the supervisors locker room which is smaller than this one
with private showers. There's a shower in our locker room too, but it's not
private and therefore rarely used. Ryan comes in just as Chubby and I are
leaving. He stares into my eyes, wetting his lips, then quietly says, "Rob
was crying. He's really upset." I tell him, "Robby and Dodger are very
close. Text me later." Rubbing his damp hair, damp with perspiration, I
give him a grin and follow Chubby to our Jeep. "This sucks," Chubby mumbles
as he gets in the passenger side, adding, "I don't mean the job, I mean
Dodger joining the Army. I'm just shaking my head because what can you do?
It's already done. Maybe Dodger can go in with Robby's group; at least
something good could come of this if he can. Chubby and I discuss that
possibility on the way home, but we decide we're too clueless about how the
Army works to guess if it's possible. We latch onto the idea of Dodger and
Connor going in together because it's the only bright spot in this whole
mess. I tell Chubby, "First thing I want to do at home is take a shower. It
wasn't all that hot today, but it ain't hard working up a sweat doing the
work we do." Chubby says, "Yeah, but I liked it. We're gonna have awesome
tans too. Back in the nefarious window washer days we were usually in the
shade of the building we were cleaning, or the sun was on our backs, and
last summer I worked indoors." I go, "Me too, at Stop & Shop; yeah, I like
working outside too." I'm glad Chubby likes working on the crew because
having him with me just makes dealing with the negative things that come up
more bearable; and there are always negative things about any job. Chubby
rubs his hand over his short burr haircut, "This is the right haircut for
this job alright. Hey, how much did we make today?" I go, "You made
seventy-six dollars and I made eighty because experienced guys got a fifty
cent per hour raise." Chubby goes, "Seventy-six bucks, that's
sweet. Mr. Dickers is overpaying us, ya know. He could get Hispanic guys
for minimum wage." I say, "Yeah, they tried that, but they couldn't hire a
reliable bilingual guy to interpret; without that it's too difficult
communicating." He goes, "I guess he knows what he's doing. It's a pretty
successful business." I say, "Yeah, but Robby and his mom and dad all need
to work at it; long hours too." As I'm parking below our condos, I ask,
"What are you going to be doing tonight?" He says, "I need to work for Mary
Jo's father. If I want to keep the part-time job with him I need to be
available whenever he calls. It's a bitch, but I'm determined to correct my
financial situation before next year at Merrimack." As we're going up the
steps, I ask, "Ya wanna sleep together tonight?" He laughs, squeezes my
hand, and says, "Not tonight, Dylan, but thanks for asking. You're an
awesome brother." I go, "Thanks, you too. I won't be a pain in the ass and
nag you about it." We're outside my front door, Chubby says, "You've never
been a pain in my ass even once in my life. How 'bout dinner tonight?" I
go, "Great! Cheeseburgers on the grill with those fast food fries. I'll
cook 'em in oil, not the oven, and that way they're exactly like McDonald's
or Burger Kings' fries. You make the cole slaw." Chubby says, "I'll make a
salad because we don't have cabbage." I go, "Deal, little brother," and we
bump fist, "Okay, big brother, I'll be down in an hour. I need to shower
and answer some emails from buds from Merrimack."


Inside my condo I take a fifteen minutes shower and then, with a towel
wrapped around my waist, I grab a Coke from the refrigerator and drink it
on the balcony while smoking a Marlboro Light. Our Webber grill is in the
corner; I try lifting the propane tank and find it's heavy, so we've got
propane. Cheeseburgers on the grill are much better than fried
cheeseburgers 'cause you get a little char on the burgers. Sitting in a
deck chair I think about the first day of work and conclude Robby, with
that one oversight of not telling us about Derek and the assistant thing,
did a real good job. He was professional without being overly bossy and
he'd organized everything very well. I read ahead on his assignments list
for us workers this morning and noticed he's spreading the work around
equally. I kinda thought he'd assign Ryan easier tasks, but Ryan needs to
do everything the rest of us do and when Derek's on the crew, and not
filling in for Robby, he gets his share of each tasks too: hedge clipping,
edging with the weed whackers, walk-behind power mower work, racking, and
leaf blower duty. Only a few homes have grass patches needing the small
push mower, but everyone gets a turn at that too. It should work well and
get better by the second week because it'll all be routine by then. Except
for the Dodger disaster, it was a good first day at work. That's like
saying,'Except for that, Mrs. Lincoln, how'd you enjoy the play?' Oh well,
I love having Ryan close by, and like I already said, it's always great for
me when Chubby's with me. He gives me a sense of confidence and well
being. Finished my Coke, I text Robby, 'Please let me know if there's any
news re: Dodger. Love ya, boyfriend!"  It's cool calling Robby, 'boyfriend'
and Chubby 'brother'. Damn, both things make me feel special, and Ryan
makes me feel really good too. Robby, well he's become so much of who I am,
especially the last three or four months. Robby and I are making the twin
boyfriends thingie work and Ryan certainly isn't rocking the boat... we're
good.


Ryan texts me, 'Dylan, Robby told me he's staying in tonight to give Dodger
and his parents support. Can we get together?' Hmmmm, I want to of course,
but maybe I should stay in too just in case Robby needs some support
himself. Guess he can text me if I'm with Ryan just as easily as if I'm
here alone. I call Ryan, "Hey ya little hottie, how ya doing?" He says,
"I'm good, but Rob's really down in the dumps. What can we do for him,
Dylan?" I go, "Um, I can text him and ask if he'd like us to come over and
keep him company, but I'm pretty sure it's a family matter and us being
there might make it awkward for him." Ryan says, "Yeah, you're probably
right, but I'll feel better knowing we offered." I go, "Okay, I'll text
him. How about tonight?" He says, "Um, my folks are home tonight, but I
have my mom's car. Whaddaya wanna do?" I say, "Well, I'll send that text to
Rob and we'll see what he says. In either case, you come over to my place
and we'll play it by ear from there." He says, "I feel guilty seeing you
when Rob's so upset, but I really want to be with you. What time?" I go,
"Around six-thirty. I feel the same way you do about our boyfriend, and the
same about seeing you, Ryan. Do you think we're in love?" He says, "Yeah, I
do, and I never in my wildest dreams thought two boys as awesome and you
and Robby would ever love me. Like I said before, it's better than a dream
come true. I've got it bad for you, Dylan. It's almost scary how hot I get
with you. I'm flabbergasted, totally blown away by it." I mutter, "Same for
me, Ryan. You're such a good kid I can't believe you never had a regular
boyfriend before." He says, "It was my poor self image and lack of
confidence, I guess. Plus, I'm in the closet too, so that don't help. I get
one dominant guy who treats me like shit and then passes me around. A
boyfriend isn't part of that equation, but now I got you and Rob so it's
all good." "Well, Ryan, whatever happened in the past, it doesn't apply to
you now. Well, except for the closet part. I'll see you at six-thirty,
boyfriend," and scrunch my face; why did I call Ryan 'boyfriend'? That's
for Robby because we came 'out' and declared we're boyfriends. Ryan says,
"I like that you called me boyfriend, thanks Dylan. See ya soon." Hitting
the 'end' button on my cell phone, I'm thinking, 'The lines are getting
blurred in our threesome fer sure'. No sense fooling myself, I'm in love
with cute little Ryan, with his round eyeglasses no less. Jeez, life is
funny.


After sending my text to Robby, I go into my bedroom and put on some flimsy
basketball shorts and a tee shirt. Step into sandals and go into the
kitchen. Taking two frozen, third of a pound hamburgers from the freezers,
then look for the proper rolls. With hamburgers this big the regular
hamburger rolls won't do, but the larger rolls in the freezer have freezer
burn so I throw them out and text Chubby, 'I'm going to Stop & Shop for
rolls and a tomato to make my special cheeseburgers with my Russian
dressing made from scratch'. Grabbing my key to our Jeep I skip down the
steps feeling a little better; life goes on. Maybe it's not so bad Dodger's
joining the Army; I mean, if that's what he really wants to do. He can get
his GED, high school equivalent diploma, while in the Army. Get his
independence too, which is something a free spirit like Dodger needs. And,
if we get lucky Connor will have someone to lean on if he needs
to. Wouldn't it be something if those two fell for each other. Holy shit,
I'm getting carried away. Just saying that this doesn't need to be a
disaster, it might turn out to be a blessing in disguise. I still can't
believe Vinnie dumped Dodger though, that's unbelievable! Can't wait to
learn the details of that. Damn, no more Vinnie, and he was a unique kid. I
like him, but I can't see how I'm ever gonna see him again without Dodger
in the picture. It's a shame really. Life ain't for the feint of heart I
guess.


Inside Stop & Shop, surprise! Twenty girls or housewives bagging and
working the registers, but the surprise is there's one super cute teen boy
who looks to be about seventeen. Buzz cut dark brown hair; his face
stupidly cute, but the poor lad has acne; dark red bumps. Man, his parents
should send him to a dermatologist, they could clear that up with
prescription drugs. This isn't the seventies, fer christsakes; kids
nowadays don't need to be burdened with embarrassing acne. Oh well, some
parents aren't as considerate as others. Jeez, he's cute though. I get
bulky rolls and a tomato on the vine, because they have more taste. In
Massachusetts we don't get farm tomatoes until sometime in July, corn on
the cob too. The corn on the cob they sell here is now from Florida and
it's just not as good as locally grown corn on the cob and tomatoes. Just
to perv on the cute kid I get in the line where he's bagging
groceries. There are shorter lines, but he's not bagging at those
registers. It takes seven or eight minutes, but it's my turn now. I pretend
I'm looking at anyone but cutie for a minute, as a housewife-type woman
rings up my little order. She scans my Stop & Shop card which reduces the
price of the tomato from a dollar and eighteen cents to eighty-nine
cents. Ya gotta have a Stop & Shop card if you want to take advantages of
the sale items. I purposely leave my wallet on the little surface where
people sign credit cards, as the cute fellow puts my two items in a plastic
bag, and says, "Have a good one." I go, "Thanks, man, you too." Then I stop
and ask, "Are you Joe Newman's brother?" That's just a name I made up on
the spur of the moment. He gives me a shy smile, saying, "No, I have
sisters." I smile back at him, saying, "Oh, that's a shame," taking the bag
from him, making sure to touch his hand, which naturally gets him
blushing. That's what I'd have done too before bolstering my confidence a
little in college. Then I leave knowing I'm gonna get another close-up look
at 'Ronny', which is the name on his name tag. Sure enough, I'm barely out
the automatic doors when Ronny comes running after me with my
wallet. Hearing him running behind me, I stop in my tracks and turn around
quickly causing us to collide. He drops my wallet completely flustered,
muttering, "I'm sorry," as I'm calmly saying, "No, it's my fault, Ronny,"
and he babbles, "You, um, your wallet, you left your wallet." He bends down
to pick it up and I rub his hair vigorously, saying, "Dude, that's so nice
of you; cool haircut." Awesome hair actually, it reminds me of
Chubby's. He's grinning, mumbling, "I'm so clumsy." Great grin with nice
teeth. I pat his shoulder, saying, "Thanks, Ronny. I'm always leaving my
wallet someplace." He's not gay though, I can tell. Sweet kid; too bad
about his acne. Ha ha, that was fun.


It's ten of six when I get back in the condo. I fire-up the grill, then
slice the tomato, then two slices off a big Vidalia onion. Taking the jar
of dill pickle slices from the refrigerator I dig six slices out and add
them to the plate with the sliced tomato and onion. Mixing mayonnaise and
ketchup together, then adding sweet pickle relish results in my version of
Russian dressing. Getting a pan with a lid and pouring in a half inch of
Crisco vegetable oil, I put it on the stove to heat as Chubby comes in,
asking, "Any news about Dodger?" I go, "I sent a text to Robby asking him
to let me know about new developments, but I haven't heard back. Ryan drove
him home and he says Robby's way down in the dumps. You know how close
those brothers are." Chubby's like, "Yeah, that why I'm shocked Dodger
joined the Army." I take a bag of frozen fast-food fries from the freezer
and dump a pile on some paper towels to sort through, picking out the
longer ones and discarding the nubs that brown too quickly. Chubby's salad
is in a quart plastic storage bag. He puts it in the refrigerator to keep
it cool and crispy. I put the hamburgers on the grill and close the lid,
then test the oil temperature with the end of a french fry and it sizzles
so I dump in the fries and Chubby slams the lid on. When the ice on the
frozen fries hits the hot oil it bubbles up dangerously. Don't try this at
home; Chubby and I are experts. He shakes the pan and when the water's been
evaporated and the fries are sizzling nicely, Chubby moves then around with
a slotted spoon so they don't stick together and I go out and turn over the
burgers. Char marks from the grill is just what I'm looking for. Inside I
get two slices of Kraft American cheese as Chubby dresses the salad with
Ken's Italian dressing and dumps the salad in a bowl, then puts out salad
plates. I put ketchup on the tables for the fries as Chubby turns on a
'Counting Crows' CD. Checking on the hamburgers I see little bubbles of
juice on top so put the cheese on them and close the lid for thirty seconds
to melt the cheese a little. Then use a spatula to slide the burgers onto a
plate and turn off the grill. They'll be pinkish on the inside and
juicy. In the kitchen Chubby has the golden crisp french fries draining on
paper towels as he shakes on a lot of salt. "Time to eat, Chubby, as I
slide the burgers onto sliced bulky rolls, hit the burgers with salt and
pepper, add the tomato, pickles, and onion to each, then lather on the
Russian dressing and put the top of the roll on each. The burgers look too
big to get your mouth around, but we manage to do that in-between sips of
Snapple and sucking down french fries and salad.

"Awesome dinner, Dylan," and I go, "It's no problem at all fixing burgers
on the grill." We eat everything, Chubby helps me clean up the dishes and
pan. Then I'm like, "That's about it little brother," he burps, chuckles,
washes his hands and face at the kitchen sink, gives me a hug and he's off
to his part-time job. I go out on the balcony for a smoke, checking my cell
phone, but nothing from Robby. Ten minutes later, Ryan rings the
doorbell. Looking in the mirror over the sofa as I go by, checking myself
quickly and showing my teeth to see if any food is stuck in them, then I
open the door and as usual Ryan's shy at first. He's so clean looking he
looks new. We do our usual stare into each other's eyes, as I mumble, "Hi,
twin, you look good enough to eat." He sucks on his lips and adjust the
crotch of his shorts that reach below his knees, then he goes, "Hi Dylan,
can I come in?" I go, "Oh man, yeah, sorry." Closing the door I say, "It
staggered me there for a second at how sexy you've become to me," thinking
I must sound stupid. He wipes his wrist across his lips, mumbling, "Look
who's talking. You're way past sexy as far as I'm concerned. I almost
pulled my pud thinking about you in the shower, but I wanted to save my
spunk for you." I swallow hard, and slowly raise my hands to either side of
his face, my thumbs moving across his lips, and he licks them. Lowering my
head as he raises his, our lips come together softly as Ryan moans quietly
closing his eyes and we do a sweet, slow kiss of love. His arms go around
me and I wrap him in my arms, our faces together as I do a long kiss on the
side of he head inhaling his boyish sexy scent. I lift under his chin with
my fingers and we stare into each other's eyes again; our lips come
together and his tongue goes inside my mouth; he does his unique way of
kissing and now I'm moaning, kissing and hugging his slight tight body,
thinking about nothing except Ryan and how wonderful this moment is with
him. Both of us grow boners, mine poking out the flimsy nylon-type material
that my basketball short are made from. Our heads are moving; this is a
sexually arousing kiss between lovers, but lovers in heat now. I can
actually feel the heat from his body and face. He does a long moan in his
throat, then gasps and in a raspy voice says, "Where's your bedroom?" I
gulp and says, "It's to the right, third door," rubbing the side of my face
against his and humping my boner into his boner.

Ryan reaches down and gets his hand around my boner, the material is silky,
so it's almost like his bare hand is on my bare boner. He leads me by my
cock down the short hall with me taking quick short steps. Inside my
bedroom he says, "Get undressed quickly," taking his hand off my cock and
squeezing my nuts. I suck in a lot of air, but don't scream.  From Ryan, a
quiet, "Good, Dylan, you're getting there faster then I ever did," and one
more hard squeeze. I want to scream, but not after that compliment. I blow
out short burst of air, my legs spread so I don't touch my sore nuts with
my thighs as I pull off my tee-shirt. Then, taking a deep breath with my
balls throbbing; the thundering pain recedes. Gingerly I drop my shorts;
I'm not wearing underwear. Ryan rubs around my cock and balls and I brace
myself, but he doesn't squeeze again.  Reaching up he cups behind my head
and I lower it to his face and revel in one of his indescribable kisses
that brings my boner back tightly. Whispery voice from Ryan, "Undress me,
Dylan." I'm already under his spell and it's awesomely dreamy for me. The
trance like frame of mind is so soothing, and incredibly sexy at the same
time. I can't help hugging his body some more as I kiss him inhaling his
scent until it's all I can smell, or want to smell. He says again, and it
gets through to my brain this time, "Undress me!" And he's sounding
irritated so I quickly unbutton the two buttons of his Polo golf shirt and
he lifts his arms so I can pull it over his head and gaze at his almost
skinny torso. Thin, but with muscle definition faintly showing; it's an
awesome body actually. I hug his naked torso against mine, rubbing my nose
on his shoulder to feel his smooth skin and smell him. "Get my shorts down
now, " so I let go of him staring into his hypnotic eyes for a second,
wondering how fate and happenstance brought us together. He gives me a
sweet smile, whispering, "You're truly a wonder, Dylan. I love you like no
other; I never thought I'd love anyone like I love you and I'm so grateful
to you." I'm very taken with him, so what he says doesn't computes because
I feel so lucky myself that we're lovers. I mumble, "Thank you, Ryan, but
you're the perfect one." Another sweet smile with a slow shake of his
head. I pull his jockey shorts down and when the waistband frees it, his
hard boner bounces up and down a couple of times.

From my kneeling position I look up into Ryan's eyes with hunger in mine,
and he whispers, "Not yet," as he steps out of his shorts and
underwear. Ryan glances around my bedroom and focuses on my desk chair. I
stand up, deep in my trance. Taking my boned-up cock in his fist he pulls
me over to the chair and sits down while quietly saying, "You know what to
do, Dylan." I nod and lay across his lap making sure my balls are between
his thighs, and my cock is under me laying on top of his thigh; his boner
is between my shoulder and his stomach. It looks big. Ryan says, "Same safe
word, Dylan, but I hope you won't use it." He spanks me twenty-five times
straight with the last ten bringing the safe word to my mind, but even
though I squirm a little and get my balls crunched between his thigh, I
don't scream out. I take all twenty-five spanks because, compared to Ryan's
paddle, his hand spanking isn't nearly as painful. That's not to say it
didn't hurt, but by comparison it wasn't nearly as bad. Also, like Ryan
said, I'm becoming used to it although I still have tears on my face and my
nose is running by the time he's through; getting spanked, even in sex role
play still hurts. Except for Willie and Ryan, spanking is new to me, but I
can take it. Ryan's cock is a steel shaft with precum drooling down it; him
getting spanked or spanking me gets Ryan aroused to a major degree. He's
breathless with his whispery voice now, as he quietly goes, "Suck my cock,"
and I slide off his lap to get on my knees between his legs. I wipe my nose
with the back of my wrist, and then gobble his cock into my mouth. First
sucking off the precum, and then concentrating on sucking the swollen,
throbbing head. Ryan's grunting and moving his feet; he can't take much
though.  "Okay, that's enough," so I reluctantly pull his boner out of my
mouth. It's become natural for me to do what Ryan says now, and that's
probably a left over trend from Willie's training of me to be a super
submissive to him. Wonder what he'd think about how it's working
fantastically for Ryan and me.


Whispery, but kindly voice, "You know what comes next." I nod my head at
Ryan, and say in a little boy's voice, "Yes, Ryan, I sit on your lap and
you take care of me." He's chuckling, then says in his regular voice,
"You're amazing; more submissive than I ever was able to get, and I didn't
think that was even possible." I'm just staring at him stupidly, fascinated
by his little fogged-up glasses that he's pushing up his cute nose with his
forefinger. looking at him questioningly now, not really sure if he's
criticizing my level of submissiveness, or if he likes it. He smiles, then
says, "It's okay, sit on my lap little Dylan, I need to wipe your tears and
have you blow your nose." I nod my head and sit on his lap with a leg on
either side of Ryan's. His handkerchief is clean again this time as he
wipes the few tears off my face and then holds the handkerchief on either
side of my nose, saying, "Give me a big boy blow," which I do. He wipes my
nose, "Good boy. Do you want me to give you a big kiss? I do one of his
fast head shakes up and down and he giggles hugging me against his naked
body; he feels so good I put my head on his shoulder and he ruffles the
hair on the back of my head, saying, "God, I love you so much sometimes I
think I'm losing my mind. You smell like the hottest, sexiest, nicest boy
in the world." Lifting my head so we're looking into each other's eyes, I
wonder if he's serious; it seems he is, so I rest the side of my face
against his, and in a stream of consciousness, say to him, "Do you have any
idea how wonderful you are? I'm not at all surprised Rob fell in love with
you; you're perfect, the perfect accommodating, loving, kind, and a
wonderful, perfect boyfriend. I want you to be my boyfriend and only mine."
Hearing myself say that snaps me out of my little boy frame of mind. For a
few seconds that's what I actually want; I want to be Ryan's alone and then
my mind clears, and I say, "Ryan, I love you, but remember our boyfriend
who we love too." He kisses the side of my face, saying, "I know, I know,
but you're, um, you're, you're too irresistible." I mumble, "Jeez, you
too. It's like a wild coincidence that we even met and a wilder coincidence
we're perfect for each other. I don't know how else to explain it. I've
never felt for anyone like I do for you. It's a new experience for me; it's
both overwhelming and confusing because I still love Robby as much as ever,
maybe more then ever. What to do about this is totally lost on me."

We're clinging to each other again, the sides of our faces together with me
talking in my regular voice, quietly and seriously into Ryan's ear, the arm
of his eyeglasses against my cheek, and our arms tightly around each other,
mine around his neck and his around my back. I'd like to stay like this
forever. "This is so awesome, I can't describe how I feel inside." Ryan
pulls his head away after a bit, takes a deep breath, then cleans his
eyeglasses using my tee-shirt that I threw on the desk when undressing. As
he cleans his glasses he's saying, "That's the scary part for me, Dylan;
the fact that you have no idea what to do about this, 'cause I don't
either. I look up to you to show me the way and since you can't, we're
lost. Not that I'm blaming you for anything. I love you beyond words, but
I'll always love Robby too because he changed my life, which allowed me to
meet you." I'm speechless now that we've both admitted we're maybe more in
love with each other than we are with Robby; we haven't used those exact
words, but that's what it boils down too. At the moment neither of us has a
clue how to move forward in our three-way relationship. Ryan says, "And I
can't help myself right now either because I need to fuck you; it's much
more than I'd like to fuck you, I need to fuck you as hard as I can and I
need to do it for you as much as for me, but more for you and your
wonderful submissive side." I try to catch my breath, as he adds, "My cock
is aching, my boner's stretching the skin and I have a desperate need to be
inside your absolutely perfect ass, and this is the forth or fifth time
I've felt this kind of overwhelming need for both of us. Please tell me if
I'm mistaken." Gasping for air, I mutter, "No you're not, what do you want
me to do." He slowly says, "Stand up... and turn around," I do it as slowly
as his instructions were given, unsteady on my feet and wanting to stroke
my cock so badly it almost brings tears to my eyes. I feel my heat for Ryan
and the sexual heat from Ryan as well, and it's very hot.

He stands behind me as I lower my ass to Ryan's level without even thinking
about it; it's become habit already. Poking my anus with the head of his
wet boner, spreading the lips only. Then he lets out a long gasping exhale,
massaging my buttocks, then squeezing them. I'm almost shaking with desire
as he raps his arms around my belly, locking them with his fist holding
onto his wrist to hold me tightly. The side of his face is pressed against
my back as he whimpers with his need, he hesitates two seconds and then
stoves his boner all the way up my ass. Over seven inches of swollen hard
cock plows up my rectum and the pain, pleasure, and relief flood my
brain. I groan a long, "Aaaaah, oooh!" as he grinds his hips moving his
boner inside my sore tunnel and then begins fucking me slamming into my
buttocks with each trust as I hump back into each one. The pain fades and
pleasure engulfs me with Ryan's scent filling my olfactory glands and I
moan, "Ryaaaan, Ryaaaan," which soon becomes, "Un, un, un," with ever
thrust up my ass. My cock moves away from my belly to sticks straight out,
quivering and leaking precum, my head's moving from side to side, laying
back against his shoulder as I lick my lips with each, "Un, un." The
slapping sound of our body's colliding and our moans of sexual pleasure is
all there is to hear in here. Of course we don't last long, like in Ryan's
foyer we're again like animals in deep throes of sexual heat. Maybe two or
three minutes of exquisite sexual pleasure sensations before Ryan squeals
dragging his nose across my back as a pinpoint of pressure against the wall
of my bowels is followed by extra warmth for a moment in time, that and
extra slipperiness inside my bowels tells me Ryan's climaxed and it's my
signal to do the same. The exquisite sexual pleasure peaks to unimaginable
heights as cum is propelled up from my balls and out my boner in a four
foot stream that brings with it one of my humiliating squeals and an
enormous body shudder. I would have fallen down from that shudder except
for Ryan holding me up. He humps into me again for a second squirt of cum,
filling my ass just; then, another spurt of cum from my cock, then a fourth
fast moving spurt leaves my cock and my fist has it now, and I tightly and
quickly stroke out drools of cum from my engorged cock's head, continuing
my moans. Then a huge drop in sensations with my cock and balls tingling
and my rectum muscles contracting on Ryan's boner. My shoulders shudder and
my head jerks around a bit as the last sensations sizzle inside me and now
I'm limp and Ryan slowly sits down with me on top of him, his legs splayed
outside mine, and somehow we do that in almost slow motion.

I lay back on him as he lays back on the floor with his cock still up my
ass and his eyeglasses totally fogged over. We gasp for air, our hearts
thundering; his against my back and mine in my chest as the wonderful
feeling of sexual relief temporarily floods over me. I quietly sigh,
"Mmmmm, ahhhh." The back of my neck is resting on Ryan's shoulder, the side
of my chin against the side of his forehead with his arms still around
me. We lay unmoving still breathing deeply for minute, then Ryan quietly
asks, "Do you think we need professional help, Dylan?" I know what he
means, but make a joke to lighten the mood, saying, "No, not really, Ryan,
we both did our part quite well I thought. You fucked me excellently and
I'm appropriately grateful." He says seriously, "I don't mean help in
fucking, I mean..." and I go, "I know what you mean and, no, I don't think
we do." Ryan says, "Neither do I then. Can you roll off of me?" I go, "Yes,
I can, but I don't want to." He chuckles as I roll off him with his soft
cock flopping out of my ass leaving me gaping open back there. Ryan says,
"Ew, there's stuff drooling out of your ass." I roll over so I'm hovering
over him, just my torso and head, a hand on each side of him, and ask,
"What could it be?" then lean down and we kiss until my arms get tired and
I lower my chest onto his and we kiss some more. The kisses are
unmistakably lover's kisses with passion and love in each one. When we're
satisfied for now, Ryan says, "It's not like we're always in heat for each
other, just sometimes, right?" I sit up with his cum still drooling out my
ass, wetting the throw rug; I'm looking around like I forgot we're in my
bedroom, and ask, "What exactly do you mean by sometimes?" He sits up next
to me and puts his arm around my waist and the side of his face against my
chest, muttering, "Um, not all the time. Well, I think of you all the time,
but I get extra hot for you some of the time like just ten minutes ago and
that time in my foyer." I go, "And the two times we did it when I slept
with you in your bed." Ryan goes, "Right! What's that? Four times in three
months. You're right we're just hot nineteen year olds. We don't need
professional help." I go, "Yeah, fuck that, we're good." He asks, "Can we
get in your bed naked now?" I say, "Sure, but would you like to take a
shower first?" He says, "If that'd be alright, I'd love to. You mean
together, right?" Standing up with a hand reaching down to Ryan, he takes
my hand and I help him up, muttering, "Right, together."

With an arm around each other's back, he puts his glasses on the bedside
table, and we go into the bathroom side by side looking at each other and
smiling. It's tight in my small shower stall, but we manage quite well with
lots of bodily contact. We were quiet the last time we showered together,
but this time we talk steadily about what just happened between us. We talk
about Ryan's abbreviated dominant part of the sex, the spanking that Ryan
admits gets him sexually aroused, and about my ability, if that's what it
is, to regress so far submissively that I feel like a little kid. Ryan
reminisces about the few times he found himself in that state of mind, but
the circumstances that got him there seem more cruel to me than dominant,
that's not the way Ryan is with me. If Robby and I run into that dominant
sex partner of Ryan's again I'm going to pick a fight with him because I
know how wild Robby get when someone is beating me up. The two of us can
handle that big asshole and, what the hell, Ryan can get a few licks in
himself; he's no wimp. We both agree by the end of our shower that the
submissive/dominant sex is no longer the hottest sex we have together and
we're downplaying it in the future. I think how Robby and I didn't last
long with it either. We like the lovers sex, and even the unplanned fun sex
is better. As we leave the shower stall, Ryan says, "It's strange how hot
it is for me to be your dominant sex partner, but the more I fell in love
with you, the less I want to do the dom stuff. That's why I didn't brings
my toys with me even though I expected we'd have sex tonight." I go, "Maybe
dominant sex only works with fuck buddies, not lovers." He says, "Yeah, I
came to that conclusion too, but I did it for you 'cause you seemed to get
into it so much." I don't think either Ryan or me totally means what we're
saying about the sub/dom sex. We're sexually satisfied at the moment so it
doesn't seem the need is there, but it'll return.

I finish drying Ryan and hand him the towel so he can dry me. I go, "Don't
ever go by me, Ryan, I don't know what I want half the time. I just know
who I want it with and it's you and Rob, period. And, I leave it up to you
and Rob to decide when and how." He goes, "Said like a true submissive and
that's exactly how I am with Rob. It's fun isn't it?" I go, "Yep, but which
do you like best?" He roughly dries my hair, then leans in and kisses my
cheek, whispering, "You, that's what I like best." Another kiss, then, "But
Rob fucks me good too. Does he fuck you good?" I say, "Fabulously," and as
I say that, I know what's probably coming next from Ryan. He goes, "Um,
which do you like best?" Rubbing my nose with the back of my wrist a few
time, I say, "When I'm with you, I like you best." He says, "Okay, my
question wasn't fair. I like that you're loyal to Rob, but I'm loyal to him
too. I just like fucking you better, that's all. And, I like Robby fucking
me best of anyone who's ever done it to me; I like Robby's fucks ten times
better than anyone else." I go, "That's only because I haven't fucked you
yet." Ryan looks me in the eyes, and says, "Don't be mad, Dylan, but I'm
being true to Rob there. He's the only boy fucking my ass. Sorry." I say,
playfully, "I could nag you into it, ya know." He says, "You could try," as
an arm goes around each of our backs and we head for the bedroom and my
bed. At the bed I pull him into me and we kiss a long wet, smooth kiss that
get's my dick's attention. Running my fingers through his short hair, I
murmur, "Have I told you how sexy you smell? I love how you smell," and I
put my nose where his neck and shoulder meet and inhale going, "Mmmmm, so
nice." When I look at him, he grins at me, his eyes wide as he says, "You
make me feel so good, Dylan. You smell awesome to me too. I like Rob's
scent, but it's different than yours. He says I have very little scent,
that it's a clean neutral scent." I go, "Our boyfriend needs to see and
Eyes, ears, nose, and throat specialist."

We flop in bed and I get Ryan in my arms. He's such a nice bundle to hug
and he fits against me perfectly. Shortly Ryan pulls my head down to him
and we make out squirming against each other. Two clean naked bodies loving
the feel of each other. I love feeling his soft hair and run my fingers all
over his head as we kiss doing quiet throat moans of pleasure. It's
wonderful and our cocks get stiff again. When our boners rub against each
other they just get harder and harder as our make-out intensifies until
Ryan pulls his lips away dragging them on my face over to my right ear,
mumbling, "Flip over away from me now, Dylan, I need to fuck you again." I
do that, gulping. Ryan holds me with one arm over my side as we lay on our
sides, my back to his chest. He lines his boner to my anus and pushes the
head past my sphincter muscle kissing the back of my neck, then licks up
into my hair at the back of my head giving me pleasant shivers as he slowly
pushes his boner up my rectum; it feels awfully good right from the
start. His rough fuck earlier left me opened up some even after a
hour. Ryan has almost a freakishly large cock for his body size, but it's a
nice looking one. Almost new looking, pink skin, pale vein and very
straight; it's just very big making mine look smallish, because of the heft
more than anything. I'd guess it's just a little over an inch longer than
mine. He's never mentioned the size of my cock or Robby's. When he's flat
against my buttocks, he quietly asks, "How's it feel, Dylan?" I say, "It
couldn't feel any better, Ryan. It's a thrill to me when you fuck me, a
major sexual thrill and I'm being totally honest about that. I think you're
the perfect lover, I really do." And my eyes tear up when I say that
because it's so true and maybe the significance of what I just said is
sinking into my brain. He mutters, "You always make me feel important, like
I'm special." I quietly say, "Never doubt that, Ryan... you're very special
in many ways. Don't let anyone ever try to convince you that you're not."
He leans his head over to give the side of my face a long kiss, then
mumbles, "Thank you, Dylan, but you're the special one."

He fucks me steadily then, but not fast, and we're both soon doing are
quiet pleasure moans as he holds me tightly to him with his arm over my
side at my waist. It's a sexy lover's fuck that goes on for quite awhile
building slowly to the inevitable crescendo of sexual arousal; sensations
are alive in my rectum, and I assume on Ryan's boner predominantly, but my
balls and cock are alive with hot sensations too, and when I climax I
tremble from the eruption of sexual pleasure almost too intense to
comprehend. My hips thrusting forward with every muscle in my body
seemingly clenching at the same time, and me making my pathetic desperate
sounds babbling Ryan's name when my orgasms shoots from my cock. Not much
spunk, but all the sensations involved in orgasm are present and accounted
for. It's always the best feeling in the world. My contracting anus and
rectum muscles squeeze his big boner sending Ryan over the top fifteen
seconds after me and the initial warm squishy feeling in my ass is so hot
and sexy. I love it! I love getting fucked, but now I only want Robby and
Ryan doing it. He makes squeaky sounds as he continues fucking me in his
cum for two minutes after his climax, and then he mutters, "Kiss me,
Dylan," and I roll over and we're in each other's arms doing long deep
kisses making sounds that lovers make even after sex. Clutching each other,
we rub and lick wherever we can reach, and then kiss some more. After a
while we just lay together quietly talking about us and how crazy it is
that we feel like we've known each other for years rather then three
months. Ryan has his arm around my neck and occasionally pulls my head to
the side so he can rub his little nose back and forth on mine, then we kiss
and hold our cheeks together. Sometime he pulls my head up so we're face to
face with our noses squished on each other faces together and just our
tongues move against one another. Ryan's lapped up the front of my nose
four times since we got in bed and he's all I smell and it's almost like
I'm part of him. He controls our making-out and our sex together. He'll
move me this way or that, moving my head or quietly saying, "Dylan, roll up
on your side so you're face to face with me," or "Lay on your back so I can
lay my body on you," and things like that. It's all very sweetly done by
him and this refined kind of dominance has me boned up most of the time. He
now seems to have more of a fragrance to his scene that's sexier then ever;
it's like the more attracted to him I get, the better he smells... ahh, so
sexy and boyish, and in charge. He's perfect for me. His eyeglasses are on
the bedside table, but I couldn't see them even if he was wearing them
because it's pitch black out now, around ten o'clock at night. Robby never
texted back, and I give that a thought although most of my thoughts are
about Ryan. We eventually are quiet in each others arms and a quiet yawn by
Ryan tells me were gonna rest, so I close my eyes and snuggle in against
his naked body with my face at the side of his neck; I'm inhaling his scent
with every breath and we both fall asleep in each other's arms.

My eyes snap open. I'm still in Ryan's arms with my arm limply over his
side. I squeeze him to me and kiss his face getting his nose. It's dark in
my bedroom, but my alarm clock shines brightly with blue numerals
indicating it's almost twelve o'clock. Lowering my face I kiss him again
hitting his lips this time. He goes, "Dylan?" and I say, "Yes, Ryan." He
mutters, "Good, I'm not dreaming," and he hugs me and kisses me, then asks,
"What time is it?" I tell him and he's like, "Damn, I gotta go." I stay,
"No, Ryan, stay with me all night. I'll set the alarm so you can get home
before you're parents get up. Please stay with me." He says, "You know I
want to, but it's not right to worry my parents and it's too late to call
them. If we plan it ahead of time I can tell them some story connected with
work; some reason I need to stay overnight. I'll think of something." I go,
"Alright, we'll do that, but fuck me one more time before you go." He says,
"Okay, boyfriend, but under the covers you go to suck me a nice boner." I
ask, "Can I rim you too?" He goes, "No one's ever done that, but it's
always seemed kinda gross to me. I refused to do it and got a whipping from
one of the doms, but I still didn't do it." I say, "I'll do it for you;
hell, I'd do anything for you." He rubs my hair back with his fingers,
saying, "You'll have me taking advantage of you if you're not careful. I
used to say I'd do anything for a mean boy named Riley and he took
advantage of me having me run errands for him and even delivering his
fliers that he got paid for delivering." I say, "I don't think you'd do
that," and he mutters, "I hope I don't, but get under the covers and do
whatever you feel like doing." He's still running his fingers back through
my hair and it feels nice, so I hesitate, and he goes, "I hope Rob lets me
try cutting your hair this time," I gulp, muttering, "You could nag him,"
and Ryan laughs, going, "Yeah, I could. Get under these covers."

He said that in a playful way so I scoot down and sit on my calves, making
a tent of the covers, then lift his foot to my mouth and lick his toes,
then the top of his foot. He wiggles his toes so I get them in my mouth
again and suck on the with him still wiggling all five toes. Done sucking
his toes I turn around under the covers and lick from his ankle to his
knee, like I do with Robby, then up his thigh and along the side of his
scrotum. As I'm doing that his cock is next to my chin, hard already. I
lift his knees, then spread his feet and lay on my stomach with my feet in
the air and get my head at his cock. Moving his boner and balls away, my
nose at the base of his scrotum, I inhale and my cock gets hard. Then my
tongue laps over his asshole and I feel goosebumps on his buttock next to
my cheek. Licking four time over his anus and then sucking on the lips
until they're loose and I can get my tongue inside him. Moving my tongue in
and a out easily now as precum from his cock that I've got in my fist rolls
over my fingers. Continuing my lapping in and out of his asshole gets him
squirming so much I can't keep my tongue in him, and I hear him moaning, so
I pull his cock over and suck more precum out. He gets both hands on my
head, saying, "No more, Dylan, I'm going to cum." As I'm struggling out
from under the covers, he's gasping, "Stay on all fours." He gets behind me
as I stare as him with desire; our eyes are used to the dark, but we can
othly see forms without details, although I see him in my mind with amazing
detail. Ryan mounts me from behind and does a fast controlled fuck that
last a good fifteen minutes feeling beyond belief awesome and my stupid
moan testify to that fact. Wish I could control that a little, and even as
I'm thinking that I do a girlie-type squeal and shoot more cum onto my
sheets then my balls should be able to produce this quickly and Ryan fills
me up from behind with desperate grunts accompanying the slippery warm
feeling in my rectum. I want him to keep fucking me, but he collapses next
to me and I fall on him for some hugs and kisses. We tell eat other a few
'I love you', then Ryan really has to leave, but I cling to him for another
few minutes of kisses and caresses.

We stagger into my bathroom finally, the light hurting our eyes, to clean
up a little. "Where are my glasses, Dylan?" I mumble, "The bedside table,"
as I hug around his waist while he washes cum off his crotch, saying,
"Well, we did a little backsliding, Dylan. I mean, fucking three times in
one night." I squeeze the back of his neck, saying, "We didn't do anything
so wrong, boyfriend. We're boyfriends in love, just like you and Rob and me
and Rob. You said it yourself, we're nineteen years old; these are the best
years of our lives. We need to experiment." He stops, turns his head to
look at me for a couple of seconds, and I ask, "What?" Ryan's serious when
he asks, "Are you fucking with anyone other than Rob and me?" I go, "No!
It's only you and Rob, I told you that earlier." Ryan nods his head,
saying, "Good. That's the only thing I can think of that might make me
consider dropping you," and I think of Vinnie dropping Dodger, which I
thought was impossible, but he did it. Maybe Ryan would too. I ask, "Are
you serious, Ryan? You'd drop me? We just proclaimed our special love for
each other." He goes, "I know, Dylan, but I was played with like a
submissive fool by dominant boys until I met Robby, then you. I don't think
I could live with you fucking around." I ask, "Has Robby said anything
about me messing around?" He goes, "No, he doesn't say much about you to
me, or about me to you. Why are you so upset? You're not messing around, so
there's no reason for us to even discuss this." I hug him with one arm
around his waist, saying, "It's just that it would crush me if you dropped
me. Didn't you say you didn't care how many boys on the side Robby had as
long as you're one of them? Wouldn't that apply to me too? I mean if I were
fooling around with side sex, although I'm not." He says, "Yeah I said that
once or twice, but things change, Dylan. I have a higher self-esteem,
thanks to you and Rob. I don't feel like a floor mat anymore like I did
with those other boys." I say, "Well, be that as it may, I don't like you
talking about dumping me. It hurts my feelings," and it does. Guess I'm
pouting because Ryan turns around and hugs me, and teases me, "Oh, little
boy Dylan, Don't worry too much because I'd need to be really hurt to drop
you. You're my treasure, my prize in life. I won the lottery with you." I
like to pout because I get my way with boys I love, Chubby, Robby, and
Ryan, so I press my luck, "Well, no more talk about dumping me, Ryan. I
love you and you need to kiss and make up." He says, "I love little Dylan,
almost as much as big Dylan, I'm sorry for scaring both Dylans. No more
talk from me about dumping either little or big Dylan," and he holds my
face between both his hands and gives me one of his kisses that he should
patent. Then he asks, "Um, do you mind sort of dictating our sex and
making-out? I feel like I'm being pushy sometimes." I go, "No, I love that
you take charge, and you know why too." He says, "Oh, it's your submissive
side even after sex when we're lovin' each other after the sex, kissing and
hugging and caressing each other." I go, "Sure, with you and Rob I love
it. Rob's good at it and so are you. I love following your lead, Ryan. I
already told you you're special." He says, "You're giving me a big head,
Dylan. When else do you like feeling submissive?" I go, "Oh, I don't
know. I like Rob doing stuff like telling his twins how he's going to give
us burr haircuts all summer without asking if we agree with that. He just
decides for us. Don't you like that?" He goes, "Yeah, although I just
expect it from Rob. I don't really give it a thought because it's always
been that way between him and me, but yeah I like it." I shrug, as I add,
"Stuff like that gets my dick buzzing. It's silly to guys who don't
understand a submissive fetish, but hot for those of us who do." He goes,
"Hmmm, when it's you, me, and our boyfriend together, of course Rob makes
those kind of decisions, but when it's just you and me do you want me to be
like Rob?" I hadn't thought about that, but we've moved in that direction
and the idea of doing what little Ryan says does make my dick buzz. We're
still naked as I grope myself, mumbling, "Yeah, I think I would like that,
Ryan," and lean into him so he puts his arms around my neck, saying, "Damn,
that'd really be sexy for me, Dylan. I never thought I'd ever.....," and he
lets his sentence drift off as I snuggle against him. A warm kiss on the
side of my forehead. Then, a tight hug around my neck and a firm, "I gotta
get dressed now. Come in with me," and he takes my hand; I follow him into
my bedroom feeling good and giving his thin hand a squeeze.

Letting go of his hand, I pass Ryan his clothes as he gets dressed with us
staring into each other's eyes. He says, "We'll plan a sleep over, but I've
decided it will be at my house, you'll need to come up with something to
explain why you won't be going in to work with your brother." He holds my
face between his hands, asking, "Okay, Dylan?" I shake my head up and down
real fast, saying, "Yes, Ryan," with that weird feeling like I've switched
places again; this time with Ryan. He gives me his special kiss, pats my
cheek smiling at me, mumbling, "Yeah, you're the special one, not me. Good
night, Dylan." I take a deep breath, saying, "Good night," again, but I
walk with him to the front door where I hug him and he kisses me again, and
without another word leaves and I miss him already. In a fog again, I walk
back to my bedroom and get in bed to smell the pillow Ryan's head was on,
and sigh. Love is so nice.


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


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