Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 13:31:17 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO   Chapter  37   by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO



				Chapter 37



			     by Donny Mumford


Three
things about today were outstanding: it was a holiday and therefore a day off
from work, the Dickers' had an awesome cookout, and some hot sex for me today;
in this case, sex with both Ray and Robby. Those things made for quite a nice
Fourth of July holiday. The down side is I'll probably have a hangover in the
morning. Too many beers and I don't even like the taste of beer. At least I
stayed away from the hard liquor that some of the guys were imbibing. Hee hee,
Chubby's going to have a huge hangover tomorrow morning. Robby drove me home
just now and I'm walking up the steps with another boner in my pants. We had a
sexy make-out before saying goodnight, which is the reason for my boner, and do
I ever love boners! They feel good, especially the real tight ones. Hmmm, I
forgot to ask Robby if we're going out tomorrow night. I know Chubby's got a
date with Gina, so if Robby's taking Travis out, or Travis is taking Robby out,
whatever arrangement they have, I'll hangout with the boys in the posse. That
reminds me... tomorrow morning Mark's coming for a haircut. Not something I'm
looking forward to, but for the sake of harmony in the posse Ray wants me to
give Mark a haircut too, so I sort of don't have a choice. If it weren't for
Mark, everything would be cool as far as Ray and the guys go. Oh well, few
things are perfect. In my bathroom I strip naked and then take the tissues with
Robby's cum from my underpants to flush down the toilet, then a long shower.
When I'm done the shower and my teeth are brushed, it's still only a little
after ten o'clock on a Friday night, but I'm beat. An all day party takes a lot
out of you. Putting on pajama bottoms I get in bed; the next thing I know it's
Saturday morning and the sun is shining through my bedroom
window.

Blinking
my eyes I wonder why I have a headache, and then remember all the beers I drank
yesterday. The best thing for me to do is just lay here and maybe I'll go back
to sleep. That's what happens, but when I wake up again I've still got the
headache. Getting out of bed, I take three Tylenol, then do my morning bathroom
stuff, then get dressed and wander out to the kitchen for coffee from the Keurig
coffee maker. Because of the headache I skip a morning cigarette. The Boston
Globe is delivered to our front step each morning; I get that and read the
Dilbert cartoon for a chuckle, then take the sports section and my coffee to the
balcony. It's a beautiful summer's day on this fifth of July. There's only bad
news for the local sports team so I'm done reading quickly. My wristwatch reads
ten-thirty which means I got almost twelve hours sleep last night and I'd
normally feel great after that, except for all the brews I drank. I text Robby, 'You up yet? Awesome Forth celebration. Hope you're
not hung-over. Love, Dylan.' Three minutes later he calls me and we talk
about the cookout and about everybody, especially Robby and me in his bedroom,
having a great time. He asks me to help him return the rental stuff later this
afternoon, which I'm happy to do, then I hesitantly ask, "Um, Robby, are you,
um, going out with Travis tonight?" He goes, "Yep, it's Saturday night which is
the only night he has off from work, but you knew that already." Then, to
head-off any whining from me, he goes, "You and I had a hot sexy time yesterday
morning, and again later in the day. And, Sunday night is our date night, plus
I'm playing in that softball game with you Sunday afternoon." He makes a good
case that he's not neglecting me so I don't have much ammunition to argue with.
Best to handle it with dignity. I go, "Just checking, boyfriend, just checking
on the off chance you might be free tonight. What time do you want my help?" He
goes, "How about I pick you up around two o'clock. I've got to go to the office
with dad for a couple hours." I tell him that two o'clock is okay with me, and
we say goodbye.

Humph,
this Travis thing worked out so well when Ryan was here. Damn, I miss him!
Calling Ryan's cell phone, but I find it's turned off so I leave a message
that's probably over the top mushy. Too late to change it now though, which is
what's wrong with leaving messages; you can't edit them like you can with
emails. Ryan sent me a long email Thursday detailing his tales of lonely woes.
He's apparently finally met someone in Georgia, although he didn't seem
especially excited about it. Ryan's email didn't contain details about the guy
and I hope that isn't because he's letting some dominant asshole treat him like
shit again. He has a history of that, but he stopped that behavior when he met
Rob. And then, of course, me. Ryan and me were almost perfect together; it was
an amazing match and we fell in love. Not true-love like Robby and me because it
takes time for true love, but Ryan and me are in love in some way. It's love,
that's all I know, and not just for the sex, although he does get me so friggin'
hot it's crazy! I'd get hypnotized from how sexy he is; plus, nobody can kiss
like Ryan. I've tried duplicating his kissing technique, without much success.
Oh man, I really miss those dreamy submissive trances he'd put me in. Hey, maybe
I should change my mind and give Willie a call. He'll gloat that I gave in and
called him, but so what. My submissive fetish is an itch that needs scratching.
I get a little scratch for it when rimming Robby and Ray, plus they both can get
kinda bossy at times, but compared to Willie or Ryan it's a very mild level of
bossiness.

While
I'm trying to work-up the nerve to call Willie, Ray calls me. "Hi, Dylan, how
was the cookout you went to?" I say, "Good morning, Ray, the cookout was great,
how 'bout your cookout." He says, "Good until the cops and fire truck broke it
up around nine-thirty. We'd bought firecrackers in New Hampshire, some good ones
too, and then some busybody neighbor called the cops on us when our garage
caught fire. We put the fire out with a garden hose before the fire truck
arrived; it was just a trellis on the side of the garage that caught fire." I
go, "Jesus, some excitement, huh. Did ya get in trouble?" He's like, "Nah, they
were okay about it, but it put a damper on the evening and the cops confiscated
the rest of the firecrackers. Anyway, one of the reasons I'm calling is to tell
you I spent the whole day with Maryanne, so now it's your turn to have a date
with me tonight." It's kind of ironic I find myself in another sort of threesome
arrangement, but I mutter, "Okay, sure, that's great." He adds, "That's one
reason I called, and the other is to tell you I'm coming to your house with Mark
this morning." Shrugging, I'm like, "Yeah, sure," then something I've been
meaning to ask Ray drifts past my brain, so I ask, "Ray, I was wondering
whatever happened to that girl Sheila? Wasn't she your girlfriend at one time?"
He says, "Yeah, she was, but just to be clear, I'm coming with Mark this morning
to get a haircut myself, it's been over three weeks since the last one you gave
me and my hair grows fast. As far as that bitch Sheila goes, she's the one I
dumped when she told me she's going steady with Karl Diemcaski." Then I hear him
tell someone, "I'll be right there," and he gets back on his cell phone, saying,
"I gotta help my dad and Elliot clean up the cookout mess in the back yard. See
ya around noon. Okay?" I say, "Yeah, I'll see you guys then." Ha ha, that's
right, Ray dumped his last girlfriend because she was going steady with someone
else. Jeez, it's funny how Ray twists the facts in his mind to make it seem as
though he dumped her. Ray's call is like I was saved by the bell because I
almost called Willie, which in hindsight doesn't seem like all that good of an
idea. Best to let that sleeping dog lie.

I'd
like to check on Chubby, but he's sure to be hung over and sleep is what he
needs. He'd be grumpy needing to deal with his wicked hangover so I'll let him
sleep in peace. In the basement I turn on the ESPN's sport desk TV show and
listen to that as I get the barbershop ready for Ray and Mark. The Tylenol have
worked their magic by now and as my headache fades I realize I could eat
something, so I go upstairs and make scrambled eggs and toast. Feeling better
after eating, I go outside to the front stoop and light a cigarette from habit,
but only smoke half of it because my headache tried making a comeback. It's nice
out here sitting on the steps watching the world go by. Ray pulls up in his car
at the curb below, then Mark and Ray come up the steps with a wave hello. When
they reach me Mark and I do the fist bump and one arm hug, in a lackluster
manner, then Ray and me do the same, but with feeling, like we're glad to see
each other. Ray's whiskers are just growing out so they're a little scratchy,
but sexy, and there's a hint of his sexy type of BO too. After our posse
greeting Ray surprises me by giving me a little kiss on the lips. Yesterday when
he picked me up with his girlfriend he kissed me hello too, but told me I'd get
a kiss hello only when no posse members were present, and
now he kisses me right in front of Mark. I might as well admit to myself Ray's
growing on me more and more lately. I smile at the kiss, then get my arm around
his neck to pull his head to mine and give him a bigger kiss. Ray grins,
muttering, "Okay, okay that's enough, Dylan," as Mark glares at me with a
disgusted expression on his face. Then Ray says to me, "You're looking real good
as usual, Dylan," and we go inside. I've noticed that Ray's consistently
generous with compliments for his girlfriend and boyfriend. It's always nice to
hear a compliment. In the finished basement Ray says to me, "Do Mark's haircut
first. He needs one of your posse haircuts." Mark arrogantly says to me, "Yeah,
I guess I do, but not that ridiculously short haircut Bean and Dawg have. Do the
one you gave Devon, but not as short as his either. I've never had a really
short haircut before and I'm not at all sure I'll like it." Ray shrugs at that,
then casually says, "No, not like Devon's, Mark, everyone is going to have the
same haircut because I say so." Then to me, Ray adds, "He'll have the same
haircut I'm getting, Dylan. Devon's getting this haircut next time too. Everyone
is gonna have the same one, at least for the summer because it's cool we're all
rocking the same haircut." I say, "Yeah, but I have this policy of only giving
haircuts the customer wants, Ray. I'm sorry, but I need Mark to ask for that
haircut." Ray says, "That's a good policy I guess, and you're the barber; so,
okay; Mark, tell Dylan you want a haircut like mine." Mark's pouting like a
little kid with his shoulders slumped and a puss on his face. He looks at Ray,
then mumbles, "Okay, I'll have the same haircut Ray gets." I ask, "Are you
sure?" and realize I'm rubbing it in. I can't help myself because Mark acts like
a smart-ass bully to me, but he's a wuss around Ray, and I find that dynamic so
interesting. Old habits are hard to break I guess, and Ray's been the leader of
the pack for these guys as long as they can remember, so they're used to it. Ray
yawns, totally unconcerned what Mark wants. Stretching, Ray mutters, "Dylan
asked you if you're sure, Mark." Mark mutters, "Yeah, I'm sure," and he gives me
a look making me think of that phrase, 'If looks could kill'.

Mark's
hair isn't nearly as long as some of the other guy's hair was before I gave them
haircuts. In fact, when I became the posse's barber Mark had the shortest
haircut of any of them. It's a regular haircut with a part on the left side of
his head, preppy-like. His hair on top is maybe three inches long, but fairly
neat around the ears. He's got nondescript brown hair that looks clean enough;
he looks clean generally speaking. I say, "Okay, Mark, take your shirt off and
hop up on the stool. This won't take long." He looks at Ray, who explains,
"Dylan doesn't have a barber's cape so unless you want hair all over your shirt,
take it off." Mark shakes his head in disbelief, then unbuttons his shirt and
takes it off. He sits on the stool and I comb through his hair checking out his
torso, which is chunky and sort of soft. Like many bullies, he doesn't have the
clout to back up his bullying, which is why many bully types back down when
confronted. He looks more formidable with a shirt on. He's got hair on his
chest, and he'll probably have more as he gets older. His body is not sexy, if
you ask me. Mark's average looking facially, with sort of an unlikable
disposition to go with his mundane looks. Maybe, other than the posse kids he
grew-up with, he has trouble making other friends. How do guys get like this
anyway? Is it that their parents are basically unlikable and the kids
unconsciously imitate the parents? I don't know the answer to that, but I've
known kids like Mark all through my school years, although I stayed clear of
them and thankfully they're a small minority. I guess I should feel bad for
them, but that's easier said than done. Using the clippers with a quarter inch
guide I buzz off all the hairs on the sides and back of Mark's head taking the
quarter inch cut up to the top of his head, just to where his scull begins to
curve upward on top. Lots and lots of his hair is sheared off to slide from the
clippers to his shoulders and then to the floor. He maintains the same sour
pissed-off puss on his face, but he asked for this haircut and I'm just a humble
barber doing what's requested of me. It's fun cutting long hair to short. I
brush lingering cut hairs off Marks shoulders with the palm of my hand, which
doesn't appear to bother him like I thought it would. Resting my hand on the
back of his neck I give a little squeeze, asking him, "How you doing so far,
Mark?" He mutters, "I feel like a fucking sheep getting sheared." I squeeze the
back of his neck again, telling him a lie, "You have a good shaped head for
short hair and a good hairline too. I think you'll look good with this haircut."
He looks at me with a little sarcastic grin, mumbling, "I'll hold you to that,
Dylan." Most of his arrogance is gone now and it's odd how getting their hair
cut off can kind of humble some guys. It's sort of like that biblical dude,
Sampson. Maybe that's the philosophy behind the Army's insistence that recruits
get all their hair cut off. I ask Mark, "Don't you want to see what
your hair feels like this short?" He reaches up and feels the back of his head,
going, "Oh man, that's wicked short, Dylan. I was curious to feel it earlier,
but didn't know if it would bother you while you're cutting." Man, he's acting
almost like a normal person all of a sudden. I run the palm of my hand up the
back of his shorn head, saying, "This short haircut will take some getting used
to, but it has it's advantages, like there's absolutely no need to bother with
your hair in the morning. You get up and it's good to go." Giving Ray a hard
look, he says to me, "That's what the guys say too, and I can see that, but I
liked Devon's style better, that's all. I didn't know Ray was going to make me
get this kind of haircut" I pat his shoulder, saying, "I think you'll look good
with this style, Mark." Which is another lie, but it's the kind of lie you say
to make a person feel better.

Ray's
unconcerned how Mark feels about it as he dozes off over there on the chaise
lounge, totally uninterested in Mark's haircut. I'm feeling some compassion for
Mark now that he's acting civilized. I lean down to whisper something to him and
notice for the first time that, even with all Mark's lack of appeal to me as far
as his body and looks are concerned, he still has a nice scent to him. That's a
surprise! I whisper, "I'm not going to cut the hair on top as short as Ray's or
Bean's, but don't say anything about that when I'm done. It'll still be a burr
haircut, but not a short one." Mark nods his head and whispers, "Thanks, Dylan."
Feeling better about things, I comb up a pile of hair on top of his head and run
the clippers down the comb from front to back so the cut hairs tumble to the
floor behind him without Mark needing to see how much hair is being cut off.
That can be shocking to the uninitiated. There's different lengths of burr
haircuts and while it's a short haircut if it's a burr, Mark's will be a little
longer than normal. When done the blending, I use the trimmers around his ears
and then pat his back, saying, "You look good, Mark." He mutters, "Thanks, can I
see it now?" Passing him the handheld mirror he looks at his haircut while
running his fingers over the top of his head. He goes, "Damn, it's short, but it
looks better than I expected. You're a good barber, Dylan." Then he nods at me
conspiratorially, and again say, "Thanks, Dylan." Well, there's a noticeable
attitude adjustment in him alright. I pat his shoulder nodding my head and he
grins at me. Rubbing my fingers through his short hair, I mumble, "Ray says it's
just for the summer, but I'll bet you get to liking short hair." He shrugs,
"Maybe, but like you said, I need to get used to it first. It's goofy, but I was
feeling like an outcast being the only guy in the posse without one of your
haircuts." I say, "Yeah, it feels good belonging to a group, I like that about
being a member with you guys in the posse too." He reverts back to his old
personality a little by saying, "Actually you're still only a rookie junior
member, more like Sonny than a full member, but you're doing okay so far. Of
course it helps that you're Ray's boyfriend, although I'm never let anybody
stick their dick up my ass, but to each their own as far as I'm concerned." He
gets off the stool still feeling the short hair all over his head. I say,
"You're up next, Ray." He gets up yawning, then glances at Mark, and says, "Good
job, Dylan. How do you like it, Mark?" Mark says, "It's wicked short, but Dylan
says I'll get used to it, and I guess I don't have much of a choice now
anyway."

Ray
walks over and does what everyone does when someone gets a buzz cut or a burr
haircut, he rub's his fingers over Mark's shorn head. Ray frowns then, and asks
me, "Is this short enough? The hair on top feels fuzzy compared to the way mine
feels right after it's been cut." Mark looks worried, but I brush off that
comment by saying, "It's a burr haircut, Ray. Mark has a different hair texture
then you." He shrugs, and takes off his shirt, then sits on the stool. Without
his shirt his BO is a little more noticeable so I take a whiff and find myself
groping myself, which thankfully neither Mark nor Ray notices. Mark asks, "Is it
okay, if I turn the TV on?" I go, "Sure," and Mark busies himself surfing
through the couple hundred Verizon channels. He's not paying attention to us so
I quietly ask Ray, "What are we gonna do tonight?" and kinda hug around his head
because he's sexy to me, and to girl's too according to Devon's girlfriend,
Annie. Ray puts his arm around my waist and gives me a hug. Moving his arm sends
a whiff of BO up to circle around my head in the air and I hug Ray again.
Hugging him around his neck, plus his scent gets my dick tightening up. Ray's
winning me over without hardly trying. I give his cheek a kiss mostly to feel
his whiskers again. Ray says, "How about we just go to a movie tonight, baby? Do
you want to double date with Devon and Annie again?" What I want to do is kiss
his full lips, but at the same time it's pissing me off that I'm getting so
needy for Ray, and that he's blasé about my attention. I'm not blaming Ryan, but
it's him that raised my expectation where sex is concerned. Robby is a totally
awesome constant in all ways including sex, but I used to have awesome Robby
plus that sexy Ryan. His abrupt departure has left a huge hole in my sex life
and he was so hot to me that someone like Seth can't come close to matching or
making up for what I'm missing. So I'm depending on Ray to somehow do that.
Maybe I've talked myself into thinking Ray's whiskers and his brand of body-odor
are sexy-hot, but so what; he's partially closing the gap between what I used to
have sexually and what I have now. Ray's cock has something to do with that too
of course, but then, Ryan has a big cock as well. To Ray's question about what I
want to do on our date, I say, "Oh, I leave that to you, Ray. Whatever you want
to do is fine with me." He gives my waist another little squeeze, saying,
"That's what I like to hear from my girl, er, my boyfriend." I'm staring at his
lips. They're full and sexy. I lean my head down and kiss him again leaving my
lips lingering on his and a moan, "Mmmmm," slips from my throat as my cock gets
hard. Ray moves his lips on mine, but after a few seconds he pulls his head
back, breaking the kiss, chuckling and mumbling, "I know how you feel about me,
Dylan, but this isn't the time for it. Get started on the haircut."

The
more I throw myself at Ray, the more comfortable he is saying things like, 'Get
started on the haircut.' I manage to do his haircut without attacking him again.
During the haircut Ray gives me little grins every now and then and when I'm
finally using the trimmers outlining around his ears, he turns his head and
looks me in the eyes, saying, "I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier, Dylan. I
didn't mean to because I know how sensitive you are. I appreciate you showing me
affection, but lets try to save it for when we're alone." He has that little
unintentional air of authority about him that gets me hot. He finishes with, "It
probably gave you the wrong signal when I kissed you hello earlier, so it's my
fault you're all hot and bothered, not yours. Okay?" I grin at him realizing
I've been pouting while cutting his hair. His rebuke of me hurt my feelings. I
say, "I'm too sensitive, Ray, you're right about that and your right that this
isn't the time or place for me to be demonstrative about how I feel about you.
It was my fault, not yours." He smiles, "Damn, I wish my girlfriend was more
like you. I'll make up for snapping at you when we're on our date tonight,
Dylan... you deserve it." I grin, "Yeah, thanks, Ray. I'm looking forward to
it." He mutters, "I know, I know," and he squeezes around my waist again. Then,
in a louder voice, he says, "Um, I want to see how my haircut looks in the
half-bath's big mirror." He nods his head that I should follow him, so I guess
he announced he's checking his haircut out for Mark's benefit. Not that Mark's
paying any attention to us. In the half bath Ray closes the door and puts his
arm around my neck and gives me a big wet kiss with lots of tongue. My arms go
around his bare back as my crotch humps, on it's own, into him. His hand comes
down between my legs massaging my cock through my flimsy basketball shorts. His
BO scent is wafting around in this little room and I'm getting highly stimulated
and sexually aroused. It goes on for a couple of minutes with my body going limp
against his and I'm soon moaning, my cock hard in Ray's fist; it's somehow
outside my boxer shorts. Probably it poked out the zipper opening when getting
hard and when Ray took it in his fist there was only silky material between his
fist and my boner. Oh God, I'm going to cum, but I don't take my mouth away from
Ray's as he strokes my cock and drops his other arm to massage my ass getting me
moaning in my throat and sucking his mouth while inhaling his scent. My boner is
pulsating and my balls are buzzing. Ray has me past the tipping point and
there's no way I'm not going to have a big orgasm in my pants. It doesn't take
much longer, I gasp into Ray mouth, hump my hips and arch my back whining,
"Mmmmmm," as cum streams from my cock. Then more cum flows from my boner soaking
through the thin material of my shorts. Ray feels it on his hand and lets go of
my boner to wipe his hand on the back of my tee-shirt as two last spurts of cum
splash from my cock. I'm laying against Ray with him chuckling. He rubs my hair,
probably getting the rest of my cum off his hand. My arms clutch around Ray and
my face gets red as I realize what a fool I've made of myself.

I
sense Ray isn't going to put up with much more of my hugging because he reaches
behind his back and pries my arms from around him, saying, "That enough, Dylan.
That should hold you until tonight, baby. Stand up, please, don't lay on me."
I'm blinking my eyes with climax sensations still buzzing around my pelvic
region. "Ohh," I gasp, "I, um, don't know what got into me, Ray. You got me so
hot though I, um, I don't know. It all got on top of me and now I feel stupid."
He says, "Oh, stop it. You didn't do anything stupid. You're just very into me
and you have been for a year or two. Hell, I had a crush on you a year or so
ago. All you had to do was treat me fairly back then and show me some respect,
like you do now, and you could have been my boyfriend for the last year or even
longer. And you'd be a full fledged member of my posse by now too. That's water
under the bridge though, now you've come to your senses and you see what's
happened because of that. I didn't hold a grudge, I took you as my first real
boyfriend, so you've finally got what you've wanted." He gets the side of his
index finger under my chin lifting my head, and says, "Come on, give your man a
smile." The best I can come up with is a grin. He was doing okay there, but he
had to bring up that dumb, 'my man' shit. I mumble, "Please don't do that 'my
man' stuff, Ray. It gives me the creeps." He laughs, "Well, I am your man,
Dylan; I'm certainly not your woman." I mutter, "Yeah, I don't mean that. It's,
um, demeaning to me when you refer to yourself as 'my man'. I mean, what's that
make me?" He goes, "Oh, my cute sensitive, boyfriend, I'm sorry. I'll try not to
say it anymore. Okay." My head has cleared by now, so I take a deep breath, "I'd
appreciate it, Ray, thanks." Ray pulls my tee-shirt from the waistband of my
basketball shorts so it covers the big wet spot at my lap, saying, "You collect
yourself in here. Wash your face or something then come out and say goodbye to
me and Mark." Then he leaves and I hear him ask, "Ya ready to go, Mark?" Mark
mumbles a question I can't make out, and Ray says, "He's taking a leak." Looking
down I see the bottom of my tee-shirt has some of my orgasm on it too, but just
a few spots. I pull my pants down and wipe up as much cum from my underwear and
shorts as I can, then wash my hands and face and go out to say goodbye. Ray
tells me, "Walk out with us, Dylan," so I do that with Ray and Mark talking
about their new haircuts. Ray say to Mark, "Your's is definitely longer than
mine. Next time tell Dylan you want it just like mine, okay?" Mark glances at me
and gives me a wink, muttering to Ray, "I'll try to remember to do that," as he
runs his hand over the top of his head. At the car we do the posse fist bump and
hug with Mark giving me a good hug this time. Maybe I won him over finally,
which is ironic because I'm the reason he needed to get his hair cut like this
in the first place. I mean, because I gave Ray a burr haircut three weeks ago
that started a domino effect until all the posse members had their hair cut
short. By leaving Marks hair a little longer on top he's thinking I did him a
favor. Ray says, "See you at seven o'clock, Dylan, be waiting down here so I
don't need to go up and down those fucking steps." I go, "Sure thing, Ray, see
you then," and they take off with Mark giving me a friendly wave. Humph, go
figure.

Inside
again I take a shower telling myself to get a fucking grip and stop acting the
fool around Ray. It's like I haven't had sex in a month when I'm around him.
Damn! I need a little willpower when I'm with him. It really baffles me how
attracted I am to him. I guess he's my substitute Ryan. Ray's so different too,
it sure makes things interesting, as well as uber sexy. With clean clothes and a
clean body, I'm feeling pretty good. Damn, that was sexy the way Ray jerked me
off. He doesn't lack confidence, which is another personality trait I admire.
Maybe I admire that because I don't have a lot of confidence myself, although I
bluff my way through at times. I go upstairs to Chubby's condo and let myself
in. Tris is in her shower, so I go into Chubby's bedroom. He's laying in bed
with his eyes open. Glancing at me he gives me a welcoming smile, muttering,
"Oooh, that hurt. Even smiling hurts. You look perky this morning, what have you
been up to?" I lean down and kiss his cheek, then say, "Oh, nothing much. I gave
Ray and one of the guys haircuts. Do you have a hangover?" He says, "Yeah, you
could say that. How about getting your little brother some Tylenol and a big
glass of orange juice. I'm too weak to get out of bed." Taking advantage of his
weakened condition I run my fingers back through his hair and kiss his forehead,
mumbling, "Coming right up." In the kitchen I shake three Tylenol tablets from
the bottle, then pour a glass of OJ and take it to Chubby. He's very pale even
with his tan. As he plops the pills in his mouth and swallows half the glass of
orange juice I stare at him thinking how good looking he is. Now that I know
we're agnate siblings I can see similarities in our bodies and face I never
noticed before; well, I had been noticing a few similarities the past year or
so, but see more now. I love my brother in a very special way; we've always had
a wonderfully loving relationship even though we don't have an especially sexual
one. Certainly nothing like Robby and Dodger shared, although Chubby and I are
even closer than the Dickers brothers. It's funny, but Ray is almost certainly a
uterine sibling with his brother and maybe that's part of my attraction to him.
We've got something in common although in reverse situations. He's positive his
brother and him share the same mother, but with different biological fathers,
where Chubby and I have the opposite. I ask Chubby, "Do you want your big
brother to help you take a shower beings your so weak?" He does a coughing
laugh, then says, "Yeah, I'd like that, but I'm not going to take you up on your
kind offer. Don't ever change though, bro. You're perfect the way you are." I
grin, muttering, "I know." Chubby chuckles and then finishes the orange juice.
He asks, "Would it be too much to ask you to let me try to go back to sleep. I'm
so hung over my hands are shaky." I go, "Hmmm, yeah, that would be too much to
ask." He grins, saying, "Please," so I pat his shoulder and give in. "Okay, I
can see you're hurting and sleep is a good cure. I'm helping Robby this
afternoon so I'll check you out later, bro." He mumbles, "Thanks, Dylan," then,
"Don't you have a hangover?" I tell him I had a little one, but, "I'm a grownup
and know my limitations where hard liquor is concerned." Chubby mutters, "Well
next time look out for your little brother because he isn't a grownup
yet."

Back
in my condo I find my mom walking slowly around the kitchen, "Mom, good
morning." She kisses my cheek, saying, "Good morning, sweetheart. You're looking
so handsome this morning." I go, "Yeah, I know. Did you do too much partying
after work last night?" She's making coffee, saying, "No, some of the girls went
out for a few drinks and a movie, so Tris and I joined them. The restaurant
closed early at around nine-thirty but we figured the cookout would be over by
then. Did you have fun?" We talk about the cookout without me mentioning Robby
fucking me in his bedroom. Then mom tells me funny things the ladies said over
drinks that, to me, really weren't all the funny, but I chuckle as if they are,
saying, "You ladies are wild." The alleged funny things had to do with a couple
of the waitresses flirting with some guys at the table next to theirs. Can I
believe woman in their late thirties are still flirting and thinking about sex?
Jeez, I can't imagine being double my age, but if sex is still on the table
that'll be cool. I make my mom a two-egg cheese omelet which she raves about and
almost finishes. We talk for an hour with me skipping adroitly over details that
skirt the sex issue. Mom's interested in Robby and me being boyfriends and I
mention how we make-out like straight boys and girls do, but that's all I tell
her, although she surely knows that it does go beyond making-out. I get the
impression she'd be as squeamish hearing about the sex we have as I'd be telling
her about it. Vagueness is the way to go with some subjects. My mom would talk
with me for hours if she had her way, but it's almost two o'clock and Robby will
be here soon. Before I can break away to meet him at the curb, he knocks on the
door. I answer and we kiss on the lips with mom saying, "That is so sweet. How
are you doing, Robby?" Robby politely answers and we're on our way. Going down
the steps I take his hand, we stop on the steps and kiss again, then continue
down the steps with Robby saying, "I still get a thrill every time I see you,
Dylan." I say, "Me too, Robby, I love you more every day." Left unsaid is why,
if we're so in love, he's going out with Travis tonight and I'm going out with
Ray. We've been over this territory a million times though and the conclusion
seems to be: when there's a little variety in our sex lives we appreciate being
together more. Youth has something to do with it of course, but maybe it's that
we're just different than most. Whatever, it works for us and since we had the
threesome experiment, Robby and I have been more in love then ever before so why
fix what ain't broke. It takes an hour and a half to get the tables and chairs
loaded onto the pickup and then unloaded at Taylor Rental place. It would have
gone faster except we had to wait for customers ahead of us to turn in rented
stuff. After that Robby and I hang out at his house, finally getting into a hot
make-out in his bedroom that would have led to sex except his mom called
upstairs to tell Robby that dinner will be ready in half an hour. He needs to
drive me home so that's what we do.

I
had a shower after the haircuts, but I take another quick one because I got a
little sweaty loading and unloading the rental stuff. I want to look good for
Ray tonight so I pick out a cool, but casual outfit and then call Chubby to see
about dinner. He tells me he's making our dinner tonight so I go up to his place
and we have a spaghetti and meatball dinner with bottled spaghetti sauce and
Chubby's homemade meatballs. Italian bread and a salad make for a very
satisfying dinner. Chubby's looking a lot better and says a spaghetti dinner is
very filling comfort food and that's what you need when you're dealing with a
hangover. I'll take his word for that, but any excuse for spaghetti and
meatballs is fine with me. After helping Chubby clean-up the kitchen I just have
time to brush my teeth and skip down to meet Ray at the curb. He's almost always
punctual and he is tonight too. Walking over to his window for a kiss, I'm
pleased to see he hasn't shaved. I've been thinking Ray's look very sexy lately,
and like I do with all my boyfriends, the more I like them the cuter they seem
to be to me. I'm overdoing my hello kiss, but Ray doesn't seem to mind and when
I break the kiss, he says, "You're really becoming special to me, Dylan. I'm
growing very fond of you and you do a lot for my ego too, and damn, are you ever
good looking. You're the best looking boy or girl I've ever gone out with, and
seeing how into me you are gives me a boner, baby. Show me a little more love."
So I do the neck hug and kiss him again, this time giving his cheek a big kiss
after our long kiss on the mouth. I'm almost panting by the times Ray says,
"Man, I never thought you'd be so head over heels for me; not this quickly
anyway. Get in the car before I lose my load in my pants." Doing what I'm told,
I run around to get in the passenger side with the lap of my shorts pushed out
noticeably by my boner. I don't know what it is, but I'm getting so turned-on by
Ray's whole act lately. I have to believe part of it is my mind subconsciously
deciding Ray's the one to replace what I'm missing from Ryan. I know I've had
that thought before, but it still amazes me how far I'm taking it. The question
I have is how much of my affection for Ray is real, and how much of it is
my mind making Ray seem as hot to me as Ryan was. The mind is a funny complex
thing, especially mine when sex is involved. I've admitted to myself many times
that I'm oversexed, not that I think there's anything particularly wrong with
that.

In
the car Ray's looking at me for a few seconds, so I ask, "What?" and he goes,
"I'm just soaking in how damn cute you are and appreciating that you're my
boyfriend," more compliments from Ray. Then he adds, "Something occurs to me
too, and it's that you might be falling in love with me, Dylan; have you
considered that? Of course, I'm not sure about love because I've never been in
romantic love myself, and I always thought it'd be with a girl, but I don't know
if that's true anymore. You're kinda the best boyfriend or girlfriend
possibility I've ever had to maybe fall in love with. You've got a special
innocent quality about you that allows you to demonstrate your affection for me
without any pretenses or games involved. It's sorta naive, and I don't mean that
as a criticism at all, I mean it's so fucking sweet it makes it kinda impossible
for me not to consider love, like I alluded to a minute ago." I stare back at
Ray not really feeling love for him at all, and certainly not like it happened
with Ryan and me. This is probably not the time to mention that to Ray though.
Instead I say it in a round about way, "I'm in romantic love with Robby, but I'm
finding you to be kinda special yourself and I really like you." He says, "Thank
you, I really like you too," which is sorta the same thing I often do with
Robby: Ray simply repeated my compliment back to me. But there were a number of
compliments he said before that, so it's different than I do to Robby I guess.
In any case we're good with each other, Ray and I. I smile and he ask, "You want
another kiss?" My answer is honest, I say, "Sure," and lean over to him for a
surprisingly sweet kiss. Then Ray says, "We're going to be late for the movies.
Put your seatbelt on." When I do, we're on our way with Ray changing the
subject. He talks about Mark's new haircut and how Mark had nice things to say
about me on their ride home. Then he goes into a discussion of tomorrows
softball game and the positions everyone will play, as well as the batting
order. Ray's a good talker if a bit verbose at times. His authoritative way of
stating things might put some guys off, but not me. I like it because it becomes
hypnotizing after awhile.

For
once we don't see anyone we know at the movies. Ray pays for the tickets, then
buys us a large box of popcorn, and a large soda. Ray says, "I like to share the
snacks with my girl, er, boyfriend. Take the popcorn and put some of that
popcorn salt on it." I carry the box of popcorn over to the condiment counter
and add salt liberally shaking the popcorn box to distribute it. Walking to our
seats Ray tells me, "You hold the popcorn and I'll put the soda between us in
the cup holder where we can both get drinks from the straw." When seated he puts
his arm across my shoulders, saying, "Lean over a little against my side, get
cozy with your man, um, I mean, your boyfriend," and that's how we sit as we
watch the movie and eat the popcorn. When done the popcorn Ray takes his arm off
my shoulders and holds my hand instead. I'm fine with all of it and I guess I
need to thank Willie for teaching me not to be self-conscious about stuff like
this. Ray's palm feels cool and dry next to mine and it gives me a boner, so I
lean into Ray some more. He squeezes my hand and kisses my cheek and it's very
sweet and sexy. I'm not in love with Ray at all, like I said, but I'm really
into him sexually. He's been telling me I'm into him sexually for a couple of
years now. He's right, but I'm just realizing it lately myself. After the movie
he holds my hand walking to the car without anyone yelling an anti-gay slur,
which is surprising because there are lots of teens milling around. In the car
we make-out for awhile. Ray's mouth taste like popcorn. By the end of our
make-out Ray's got me really hot to be fucked, but he takes me to BurgerKing
instead. We have small cheeseburgers and share an order of fries and another
Coke. After eating we both use the bathroom sharing a toilet to pee in with me
staring openly at his cock. Ray laughs, muttering, "That comes next, baby," as
he squeezes the back of my neck with me doing Ryan's fast head nod showing I'm
eager for it. I lean my face to his and we kiss as we're shaking our dicks to
get the last drips of pee off. Outside BurgerKing, heading for the car, I
realize I'm excited and anxious to suck Ray's cock, rim him, and get fucked by
him, really anxious. I don't know if I'm fabricating the heat for Ray in my
complicated mind, or if it's all real, but for whatever reason I know I'm very
hot for him. Walking close to Ray he puts his arm around my waist and hugs me,
saying, "I'm really liking the way you're sucking in with me, Dylan; it makes me
want to fuck you as much as you want me to. Well, maybe not that much, ha ha.
I'm gonna fuck you good tonight, Dylan, to show you I appreciated your obvious
attraction to me." That's a little example how things sometime come out wrong
when Ray's talking. I'm used to it by now and rarely take offense. Putting my
arm around his waist I hug him back. In the car I'm staring at Ray, he looks at
me, and asks, "Have I told you how good you always smell?" I go, "Um, I don't
remember, Ray." He goes, "Well, you do, and another thing, you have very sexy
lips. Sexier than Maryanne's, or any girl I've ever kissed for that matter.
You're sorta perfect for a first time boyfriend from my perspective, you know,
as a bisexual guy." I mutter, "Thanks, Ray, you're pretty good as a boyfriend
too, very sexy." Ray goes, "Yeah, you've told me that before. Girls have said
that too although I'm not exactly sure what makes me sexy. I'm happy to take
your word for it though." I'm staring at his puffy lips now as he talks; it's
funny he should mention my lips when his are sexier as far as I'm concern.
Looking at his face now I focus on his fine, almost delicate, eyebrows. Long
eyelashes too and those two features are the only ones Elliot has in common with
Ray. Ray's more handsome than cute I guess I have to say. He looks cute when he
grins though.

Ray
starts the car, asking, "Is there any place you can think of where we can have
sex without being interrupted?" Actually I've been thinking about that earlier
tonight and decided to use my bedroom even though it's slightly risky, but just
slightly. I wet my lips, and say, "Well, my mom's at work and my brother's on a
date so we can use my bedroom if you want." Ray goes, "Awesome! That's perfect!
I'll fuck you in your own bed." I go, "You fucked me in your bed so fair is
fair." He mutters, "You're the best, baby." Just to be safe I have Ray park in
the garage so his car won't be seen parked on the street. It's not even eleven
o'clock so we have at least three hours before there's any danger of mom coming
home, and probably four hours although I won't push it. Tonight is her date
night so getting home before two o'clock in the morning would be very unusual
for her. We go through the finished basement with Ray muttering, "Ah, the
barbershop," as he's rubbing my head affectionately. Upstairs in my bedroom I
begin getting undressed right away because I know by now Ray wants me totally
naked for sex. I stand in the middle of the room as Ray stares at me, and then
he says, "Let me admire your awesome body, baby." He comes over and squeezes my
butt cheeks and then fondles my cock and balls rubbing my shaved pubic area
murmuring, "This is hot, I like that you keep your pubes shaved. Do you do it
for me?" I say, "Um, partially, Ray. I didn't know you liked that at first, but
now I know so I keep it smooth down there." Only a slight deviation from the
truth. He mutters, "Thanks, I appreciate you doing that. I shave my legs ya
know." I ask, "Because your a basketball player?" He chuckles, "That the excuse
I use, yeah, but the real reason is I have really hairy legs and I don't like
that look especially." He rubs up my leg, saying, "You don't need to shave
yours, and you got some nice looking legs too. You know, I beginning to prefer
your body over a girl's body. You're firm and tight instead of loose and kinda
flabby. Well, actually I am a fan of tits though, but over all I like your body
best." I mutter, "Gee, thanks, Ray." He rubs my nipples, then drags the palms of
his hand down my sides causally, as he asks, "Where you surprised I jerked you
off this afternoon when we were making out?" I go, "Yeah, I was," and he laughs,
saying, "Me too. I didn't expect to do it, but you seemed to be in such heat for
me I wanted to give you a little something. You need more of my attention than
any girl I've ever had sex with. Not that I mind because it's basically
flattering." I nod my head, but what can I say about that except he's right. Ray
always says exactly what's on his mind even if it doesn't always come out the
right way. Ray cups my jaw with his hands and gives me a sexy kiss as my arms go
around him hugging him against me. His whiskers are still scratchy and his BO is
getting more noticeable as the night progresses. Soon he feels my boner against
his stomach, so Ray backs off, saying, "I've never turned anyone on as much as I
turn you on, and I like that. It's nice to be liked so much, and appreciated,
and desired the way you act with me." He strokes my boner a few times, "Nice
penis, Dylan. Everything about you is nice including your personality. You're
really determined to win me totally for yourself, ain't ya? If Maryanne finds
out you might find yourself in a cat fight. That'd be something to see."

After
touching me some more, he mutters, "I'm getting horny for you myself now. Damn,
you're a sexy guy. It's like I don't even think of you as a guy half the time
because you're so cute and well put together. Not that I think of you as a
girl... that wouldn't satisfy my gay side. No, you're a guy for sure, but a very
special one." He's getting undressed while he talks, and he does talk a lot. He
has an agreeable sounding voice, but it's not boyish sounding voice like Robby's
and Ryan's; I like the way their voices sound. When naked Ray holds his arms
out, going, "Ta da!" I look at the mushroom head of his cock for a second and
then glance at his athletic body with the little strip of chest hair between his
pecs and the fine trail of hair from his belly button to his pubic patch. His
pubic hair is dense and I can just imagine how hairy his legs were before he
shaved them. I'd like to have felt his hairy legs wrapped around me actually.
Ray's paradoxical by claiming he likes a manly body and then in the same breath
saying he likes my shaved pubes and his shaved legs. That's Ray for ya, he's an
original who's living to the beat of his own drummer and doing it better than I
ever would have guessed he could. Standing there he sort of raises his eyebrows
and opens his eyes, like, 'What are you waiting for?' Stepping to him, and going
down on my knees in front of him, he mutters, "That's my boy," and I take his
heavy cock in my fingers, lick it from it's root to the mushroom head, and then
stick it in my mouth to roll it on my tongue and suck on it. It begins
firming-up right away as Ray grunts, "Jesus," and rubs my shoulders. Taking it
in my fingers again I maneuver the shaft so the big head is rubbing against the
inside of my cheek, then over the slight ridges on the roof of my mouth and back
to the very soft smooth skin on the inside of my other cheek, and then I really
suck the head energetically while inhaling the scent from his crotch. His long,
curly, thick pubic hairs constantly tickle my nose; his crotch scent is pleasant
enough although not especially sexy, not compared to his BO aroma anyway. Ray
groans and grips my shoulders as his cock grows harder and harder. "Mmmm, oooh,"
moans Ray, "Suck my balls now before I spunk in your mouth." I'm really into it
now, licking his nuts fast like a dog licking ice cream on the sidewalk that
some hapless little kid had fall off his cone. I suck each nut into  my
mouth and hum on it for a bit, then lift his nuts and lick from near his asshole
up the backside of his scrotum. Ray's scratching his fingernails on my scalp
grunting again, "Jesus, that's hot." Walking behind him on my knees and
spreading his butt cheeks, I lick the length of his ass crack and then go right
for his asshole, happy to find it considerately clean. Taking my time because I
really like doing this, I take deliberate licks over his anus picking up the
speed of my licking the more aroused I get. I like giving my submissive fetish a
treat and rimming is the most submissive sex act I know. My own boner has been
tightly up against my belly for the last five minutes and when I suck on the
lips of Rays ass a plop of precum rolls from my cock's head and drools down my
belly right next to my cock as a long moan of sexual arousal comes from my
throat. Getting my tongue in Ray's asshole is too much for him, he steps away
gasping, then mutters, "No, I'm going to cum," then, "Oh my God you're good at
that."

My
cock is throbbing as I stare stupidly at Ray, trying to remember where I am, and
realizing I was in a bit of a trance there for a few minutes. Interesting.
Looking around I feel silly because I'm in my own bedroom, but a sexual trance
takes me to a dreamy place far away. Maybe I actually am doing transference by
pretending Ray is Ryan, or something along those lines. Whatever it is, Ray is
extremely hot and sexy to me. It's interesting to realize how sexually
influential Ryan was on me, but I'm very sexually aroused right now and I
believe it's plain and simple that Ray is solely responsible for getting me this
way. There's probably no need to over analyze my heat for him as being a
transference of feelings I had for Ryan. Why can't I simply be turned-on almost
as much by Ray as I was by Ryan? I take a deep breath and stand up, asking, "Did
I do okay, Ray? Is something wrong?" He shakes his head, "No, nothing's wrong,
and you did an awesome job. It's just that I want to be able to give you a good
fuck and I almost blew my wad there for a second; I was so aroused from your
oral sex that a climax was coming on me fast. No one could possibly do oral sex
better than you and I think it's because you obviously love pleasuring me
sexually with your tongue. And that's so, um, awesome. That's the only word I
can think of." Well, Ray has it partially right except it's not just him I like
doing oral set with, like he thinks, but what's the harm letting him think it's
just because of him. It's impressing him and making him feel good about himself
and I don't mind impressing my boyfriend. Is he really my boyfriend though, or
is here more just my side sex-buddy? I'm confused because those roles seem to be
overlapping. Ray says, "How about you gargle with some mouth wash and then we'll
get in bed." I ask, "Mouth wash, because I rimmed your ass? You're clean down
there." He goes, "Humor me, please," so I shrug and go into my bathroom and
gargle, then come out and see Ray in my small bed with his hands behind his head
looking pleased with himself. He says, "It's so cool being in your bed. Your
pillow smells just like you. I gotta admit I never pictured myself in your bed
with you standing there anxious for me to fuck you. I'm proud of myself for the
way I've brought you along boyfriend-wise. By not spoiling you initially you've
learned to appreciate my sexual favors and treat me with the kind of respect I
expect. If you keep up this level of attention and adulation towards me you're
gonna get what you're hoping for; I'll be letting you suck my cock and ass more
often, and I'll be fucking you more too. That's both a thank you to you, and a
word to the wise." There he goes again spouting nonsense, but who am I fooling,
he's right that that's what I want. I mutter, "It's not an act or me sucking in
with you, Ray, I'm really attracted to you." He goes, "Even better, keep it
up."

Ray
says, "Come on, you can get in bed with me now," so I do without him moving over
from the middle. In a twin bed you can fit two guys right next to each other on
the mattress, but not when one is on his back in the middle of the bed so I only
have enough room to lay on my side with my arm over Ray's chest kinda holding on
to keep from falling out of bed backwards. With Ray's hands behind his head his
underarms are fully exposed putting out a lot of sexy-smelling manly BO and it
makes my dick move. My boner mostly went down while I was gargling, but now my
cock's tinkling again. Ray looks sexy laying there as I stare at his face. My
forearm lays across his chest hair, between his hard pecs, adding to the sexy
way I'm feeling. I lay my head on Rays shoulder with his scent filling my head.
Ray puts his arm around me murmuring, "This is nice, isn't it, baby?" I nod my
head sensing a trance coming on. Perhaps it's because of the way Ray just laid
here making me fit in right next to him. The muscle of his arm around my
shoulder is hard as I nuzzle in tighter, with Ray mumbling, "That's right, baby,
get in tight against your man," and I don't even mine the 'my man' reference,
although he did say he wouldn't use it anymore. It's definitely a trance I'm in,
almost like the ones I routinely would find myself in with Ryan, and it feels
good to experience it once again. I hug his side sliding the side of my body
partially on Ray's body with my leg going between his and my cock against the
side of his butt cheek, getting hard there. Ray moves his arm from my shoulder
to around the back of my neck pulling my head over so the side of my face is
laying on his muscular pec. "Do you enjoy feeling my body, Dylan?" I nod my head
on his chest with my nose being tickled by his chest hair now. I try to say,
'Yes, I enjoy your body,' but it comes out as a squeak. Ray lifts his head off
the pillow to kiss the top of my head, muttering, "You smell so good," as he
tightens the arm that's back across my shoulders. Without thinking about it, I
begin sucking his nipple. He reaches his hand up to ruffle my hair, mumbling,
"Yeah, that feels good," then another kiss on the top of my head. Ray's hand
drops down to squeeze my ass, then a finger pushes at my anus' lips, a little
more pressure and the tip of his finger goes inside me with the lips of my
asshole closing on it tightly. Pushing the finger in further and pulling
sideways, then the finger goes in even further as I suck, suck, suck on Ray's
nipple. Ray says, "Crawl up onto me baby, I want to feel your boner against my
stomach. I gulp as Ray's finger hits my prostate gland, then gasp and moan,
"Aaaah," as I crawl up on top of Ray and lay flat with the side of my face next
to his. His scratchy whiskers puts me further into my trance and his strong BO
smell has me letting out a long, "Mmmmmm, ooooh, Rayyyyy." His finger massages
my prostate as he quietly says, "Your man knows how to pleasure you too. Laying
on my body has you all hot and bothered, doesn't it?" I can only nod my head
with my cheek rubbing against his whiskered cheek as my arms go around his head
to hug him. With my face flush, my head filled with his scent, and my cock a
steel pole I lift my head and kiss Ray's mouth with my tongue against his and me
writhing in sexual pleasure on top of him.

Ray
kisses back, continuing to finger fuck me, and I feel my precum squeezing out
between us. Ray says, "Sit up now and ride my boner, pulling his finger from my
asshole and wiping it on the sheet." I kiss his face all over dragging my lips
through his whiskers, then struggle to sit up with a string of precum extending
from his belly to the head of my cock. "Lick that mess up for your man, baby."
In a fog of dreamy arousal I lean over and lick Ray's stomach clean, raising
goose bumps on his belly. Then I slip backwards to get in between his legs and
gobble his hard cock in my mouth. The mushroom head gets harder as I suck it,
but now I'm desperate to have it up my ass so I get a knee on either side of
Ray, then sit on his stomach. He's got his hands behind his head again. I wonder
where his eyeglasses are. Going up on my knees now, I reach behind me and guide
the huge head of his boner to my asshole and sit down a little. It spreads the
lips of my anus wide, feeling wonderful and I let out a quiet moan with my eyes
closed, "Oooooh, mmmmm, oooh," and sit down a little more with my anus lips
stretching further, and then it's inside me. I go, "Aaaah, oooh my God, that
feels good." opening my eyes I'm confused for a second. Ray says, "Great ass,
Dylan," my eyes blink as my trance clears some and of course, it's Ray I'm with,
not Ryan. "Go down on it," Ray says, reaching over to stroke my dripping boner.
I do as I'm told and that big mushroom plows up my rectum stretching the walls
and feeling intensely sexy with my shoulders shuddering and head shaking and me
moaning, "Ooooh, yeah." Ray say, "Ya kinda like my cock, don't ya, Dylan?" I do
Ryan fast head nod indicating that I like it a lot, and then I'm sitting on
Ray's thighs. He humps up and his boner moves a little in my ass. "Lean down
here and give me a kiss," so I do and Ray wraps his arms around me holding my
chest against his. We kiss and then he starts thrusting his boner back and forth
in my ass and it's one long embarrassing moan from me, "Mmmmmmmm, uuuummm, mmmm,
oh Ray, fuck me.... mmmm." He fucks me alright, as I clutch his head, my face
against his, our noses pressed into each other's cheek, but without kissing,
just moaning while absorbing his intensely sexy BO aroma. The feel of his body,
and my boner moving slightly between our bellies as he rocks my body driving his
boner in my ass, it's all intensely sexual. My body trembles in his arm as his
fabulous hard mushroom cock head works it's magic in my ass. The harder he fucks
me the tighter his strong arms are around me as he clutches me to him. Sweat
builds between out bodies with my climax building and building until I
desperately want to cum. I'm humping back into his thrust continuing my whine
and then my cock vibrates and my orgasm is about to explode. I squeal in Ray's
face and violently shudder as cum rushes from my nuts to my cock and out,
getting trapped between our stomachs. My squeal turns to a long, "Mmmmmm, oooh,"
as my balls empty, with me thrashing around on top of Ray and then he goes,
"Ooooh, fuck, aaaah," low controlled grunts, as cum gushes inside me and then
more cum with Ray holding his breath. My ass is sloppy with his cum as
I lay limply on Ray quietly moaning from the orgasm sensation that's
rolling away from me.

We
lay like that with Ray's thrusts slowing and then stopping altogether. Ray lets
out his held breath and mutters, "That was an historic climax I just had in your
excellent ass. What a hot way to fuck.... oh man, awesome. How 'bout you, baby?"
I go, "It was fantastic, Ray, nobody has a cock head like yours." He chuckles,
"Yeah, it's a freak of nature, but I'm happy you like it. Maryanne says it's too
big for her twat, but she still puts out for me. Like you, she's really into
sexy me." I lift my head and kiss Ray, asking, "Would you fuck me again later
tonight, Ray?" He takes a big breath, then says, "What'd I tell you about
nagging me to fuck you?" Kissing him again, I mumble, "I forget, pleeeze." He
goes, "See what happens when I spoil one of you girls, um, I don't mean girls. I
meant one of you boyfriends or girlfriends. You're getting me all
discombobulated here." I rub my nose back and forth on his, going, "Pleeeze,
Ray," hating myself for begging, but I'm thinking if I can get Ray used to
two-fuck dates, it can become a regular thing. Not as good as Ryan's three fuck
nights, but closer. He says, "Damn, you're going to be expecting it all the time
if I give in, but what the hell I wouldn't mind another climax myself. Okay, you
win. What shall we do between now and then? You know, because I'll need an hour
or two to recover."

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

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