Date: Mon, 13 Jan 2014 05:28:44 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO    Chapter  49   by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


				Chapter 49


			     by Donny Mumford


My ass is still vibrating, filled to capacity compliments of that huge
dildo that's stretching the walls of my rectum and the lips of my anus. I'm
laying on the floor of Sonny's bedroom with after-effects of my huge climax
sizzling around my body. Sonny mutters, "Holy Shit, I almost lost my load
watching you have your orgasm. Okay, you had your fun, now it's my turn."
He reaches down and grabs the fake balls of the dildo, and then yanks the
whole eight inch artificial boner roughly from my rectum. The dildo's large
tulip-shaped head snaps past my sphincter stretching the lips of my asshole
and leaving them grasping at air. My asshole is gaping open as much as I
can remember it ever being open before, air rushing up inside me feeling
cool compared to my body temperature. Sonny giggles, dropping the dildo on
the floor, "Holy shit," he says, "I could stick a Coke bottle up your ass
it's so wide open. My cock will feel like a straw to you after that dildo.

We'll let your asshole close up a bit before I fuck you." I gaze at him,
doing a little shrug. He goes, "That was really something, Dylan. Your
squeal got my ear drums humming, and then I heard your spunk splash against
something. Turn over on your back and let me see where it hit." He smacks
my ass, "Come on, do what you're told." I moan and roll onto my back still
savoring my climax. Sonny laughs, "You shot your spunk on your neck and
under your chin. Man, that was so fucking hot! Watching you go crazy during
your orgasm was better than any video I've ever seen. You were out of
control, dude." Sonny stands over me with a foot on either side of my head,
and then sits his bare ass down on my chest and inches towards my head
until his balls are resting in the cum on my neck. He goes, "Eww, my balls
are laying in wet cum." Little hair clippings are stuck to my body from
Sonny cutting my hair and then me getting sweaty as he fucked me with the
dildo. He says, "Open up," and when I open my mouth his cock slides in on
my tongue and I begin sucking it again. Sonny's rubbing my shorn head with
both hands, asking, "Can you believe I was this good at cutting your
hair. It shocked the shit out of me! It's the first haircut I've ever done,
man. I must be a natural, and it was lots of fun too." Then he says, "You
are so awesome! I think I love you. That's a first for me, but I really
think I do," and he leans down to kiss the top of my head and in the
process his boner is forced past my gag reflex area into my throat. I
struggle under Sonny's weight so he straighten up pulling his cock from my
throat as he sits up, asking, "What? What happened to make you struggle
like that?" I take his cock from my mouth, and hold it in my fingers,
gasping, then mutter, "You almost strangled me, or maybe broke my windpipe
or something by forcing your boner down my throat." He mumbles, "I'm sorry,
I didn't realize I did that.  I'm going to untie you and take care of you
for awhile. You've been so nice today I want to show you that I can be just
as nice as you."


He gets off me and pulls on the ends of the slip knots freeing my hands,
then my legs. Standing up Sonny reaches a hand down, helping to pull me
up. "Come on out to the hall, we'll go to the bathroom. I wish I had my own
bathroom, but I don't." His boner bobs in front of him as we walk. I'm
still partially submissive, but nowhere near the degree I was earlier. A
little while ago, during the haircut, I may have even regressed in age,
although it wasn't something that jumped out at me like with Willie, and
even Ryan a few times. In the bathroom Sonny leads me to the shower
stall. We go inside the stall and he turns on the water, saying, "You stand
under the spray and I'll get a clean washcloth to bath you. I'm gonna take
care of you to show my appreciation for you going along with my wild
fantasies." He gets a washcloth, leaving wet footprints on the bathroom
floor, and then he's back with me in the shower, chuckling, asking, "How
come you're not talking? You're worrying me. Are you alright?" I nod my
head, and mumble, "Yeah, that was quite an experience; it put me into a
real submissive mood, Sonny, and that's why I'm quiet." He pours shampoo on
my head, saying, "Close your eyes so you don't get shampoo in those pretty
eyes of yours." Huh, ironic that I shampooed all the posse boys' hair and
now Sonny's returning the favor. He says, "I'm going to be nice to you
because I sure don't want you getting pissed-off at me and not do our
sub/dom sex together. You like it too, right?" I say, "Yeah, I do, Sonny."
He's using the fingers of both hands massaging my scalp, as he tells me,
"I'm sorry I had to cut your hair this short, but it looks good now, don't
ya think?" I say, "As a matter of fact, I do, but I'm still going to get in
trouble with both Robby and Ray." Sonny asks, "Are your other boyfriends
that much more important than me?" Well, Robby definitely is, and Ray
probably is, but I give a noncommittal answer, "It's not a matter of who's
more important. You were mad at me for not getting my haircut like yours,
and they'll be just as mad at me for not getting it cut like they want it."
He says, "I'm sorry, but this time you've made me happy. I'm your boyfriend
too, so I get a turn just like them." I say, "Well, I sure didn't have much
say in the matter. You took the decision out of my hands, but I'm not
telling them that."


He's letting the shower rinse out the shampoo, saying, "I'm sorry, but I
can't change your haircut now. I'm doing your next one too, so that's just
the way it is." Opening my eyes I see Sonny biting his lip, then he ask,
"Right? I get to do your next haircut." I shrug holding back a smile,
mumbling, "If I'm tied up, I don't see how I could stop you," and he hugs
me, saying, "I love you." Shaking my head, "You don't love me, Sonny. We
hardly know each other. We're sex buddies satisfying each other for the
sexy fun of it." He says, "Okay, if you say so, but I still think I'm in
love with you." I go, "You might be infatuated with me because I'm
submissive to your dominate sex, and thereby fulfilling a fantasy of yours,
but that's not love." He stamps his foot, grinning, and yelling like a
little kid having a temper tantrum, "Yes, it is! Humor me!" Shrugging
again, I mutter, "Okay, sure," and he starts bathing me. I like being
bathed and I sure needed a bath with all this cum, sweat, and hair clipping
sticking to my body. Like everything Sonny does, he baths me
methodically. I'm very clean by the time Sonny puts me right under the
shower flow to rinse off while he washes himself with the same
washcloth. He's definitely cute and, what the hell, I did fuck up his hair
so I guess we're even as far as that goes, and I definitely do want to
experience that forced haircut again. Wow, I fell into an awesome
submissive trance while he was doing his thing with my hair, and me
helplessly tied to a chair like that... hot! That was an unexpected first
for me and it very sexual, dominant, and dreamy. I just loved it. My
shoulders shudder on their own just thinking about it, and I still can't
believe Sonny pulled off this even haircut with just a comb and scissors. I
don't think I could do as well unless I used clippers. Amazing! Oh yeah,
and I think I've just come up with the perfect little white lie too, the
one to tell Ray and Robby regarding this haircut.


Sonny joins me under the shower's water flow, putting his arm across my
shoulders and leaning into me. His boner's gone down, but it's like when
Ryan and me are standing naked together... my dick looks small compared to
his. Same with Sonny, but there's not quite as big a difference. And with
Ray, forget about it. That mushroom headed hog of his makes mine look
puny. That's probably how Robby feels when we're standing together
naked. And, even though I know my dick size is actually above average in
length, it's probably undersized in girth. Robby's has plenty of girth
though, and I love that fireplug dick of his. I wouldn't change it for the
world. Sonny asks, "What are you thinking about, Dylan? It looks like
you're deep in thought." I think quickly, saying, "Oh, um, I'm making up a
little white lie to tell everyone for the reason my haircut's this short. I
going to say my lighter flared-up when I was lighting a cigarette and it
badly singed my bangs, almost down to the scalp. So, what could I do? I
buzzed my own head to even everything out." He goes, "Whoa, that's a good
story. It'll work, but what about your next haircut? Is your lighter going
to flare-up again?" With water pouring down on us, I rub Sonny's head,
saying, "I'll partly tell the truth saying I liked the buzz cut look so
much I did it again." He goes, "Whatever works for you, but I'm definitely
cutting your hair again. It was fun!" I ask, "Did you get sexually aroused
doing it?" He says, "Some, but it was because of me totally dominating you,
that's the sexually arousing part, much more than the hair cutting."


When we're completed rinsed off, Sonny asks, "Ready to get out, Dylan?" I
go, "Okay," and he turns off the water. I stand outside the stall on a bath
mat while Sonny dries me. This is nice treatment, and it's about time I got
some. After he's dried me, he dries himself, then asks, "Ready to get
fucked?" I smile, "I'm always ready for that, Sonny." As we walk down the
hall to his bedroom, Sonny puts his arm across my shoulders and
squeezes. He chuckles so I look at him, asking, "What?" He goes, "I'm
thinking how I won the jackpot with you, Dylan. It's like I went from zero
to sixty miles an hour in three seconds. From no sex at all for eighteen
years, to hot dominant sex with someone as hot and cute as you. Wow, pinch
me, I must be dreaming." He drops his arm off my shoulders to take hold of
my arm, stopping us for a second, "Just so you know, Dylan, I'm gonna do
you doggy style again because that was so fucking hot yesterday," but he
says that almost like a question. To see if I'd object, I guess. I mutter,
"Whatever you decide, Sonny," and with more confidence now, he says, "First
you're gonna rim my ass and get my cock hard, then suck my boner a little,
and then I'll fuck you roughly like the dominant masters fuck their slave
'boys' in the videos." I ask, "You gonna hogtie me first?" He says, "Not
this time, you're not going anywhere." In his bedroom Sonny stands in front
of me and I go down on my knees. When he just stands there, I ask, "Ya
wanna turn around, Sonny?" He mutters, "Oh, yeah, of course, my ass is on
by backside, heh heh." He turns around, leans over and grabs his
knees. Then, looking back at me, he confidently says, "And I expect your
tongue to get way up my asshole." I mutter, "Uh huh, sure," as I'm
spreading his pale creamy-colored buttocks. The first thing I focus on are
the orange hairs in his crack. It almost looks pretty, the orange and the
creamy color of his butt cheeks makes me think of a Creamsicle. You know,
those popsicles with orange sherbet over vanilla ice cream. Yum! There are
no hairs on his ass cheeks, just this little patch of orange hair around
his rosy colored asshole. It takes a mere moment to flatten the hairs with
two wet licks. Sonny's very clean, of course, just coming out of the
shower. Not that I mind the way his skin smells when he needs a shower, and
in fact I might prefer it because Sonny's got some good natural pheromones
going for him. He smells almost sweet now, although that's probably a
lingering bath gel scent more than his natural scent. Licking the back of
his scrotum, moving his balls around, I do a long lick over his asshole and
up his entire ass crack which gets Sonny squirming, and then muttering,
"Feels sexy, Dylan. Still, I can't for the life of me imagine how you can
do that. Licking someone's ass, ewww." I say, "Oh, well, how 'bout I stop
if it seems so gross to you," and he's like, "No, no, don't stop! I love it
that you're submissive enough to do it, I'm just not able to do it
myself. I know damn well Ray's not licking your ass." I mumble, "No he's
not, but ya know, a person doesn't necessarily need to be submissive to rim
someone's ass for sexual reasons. I'm a submissive sex partner, but not
everyone who rims their boyfriend is submissive." No response from Sonny,
so I do another full lap up his crack and kiss, then lick each butt
cheek. He has a really hot ass and it's the first thing I noticed about
him, which isn't surprising because he was sitting on my lap. Some boys as
slim as Sonny have flat asses, which is really a shame.


Two more full length licks in his buttocks crack and my cock begins getting
hard as the first symptoms of submissiveness flirt with my mind. Sucking
and licking his anus lips brings my cock to full attention and when my
tongue makes it's way inside his rectum, and I let go of his butt cheeks so
they'll close around my face. Pushing my tongue further up his ass, while
rubbing his legs, a full-blown submissive trance descends on me like a
fog. It's so awesome I need to stifle what would have been an embarrassing
moan of pleasure. I don't get this submissive every time I rim someone, but
Sonny's in my head as a dominant boyfriend which is what causes me to
quickly get like this. It's quite a nice sensation and I hug around Sonny's
thighs now while pressing my face tightly against his ass. My tongue goes
in and out of his asshole with Sonny groaning and moving his ass
spastically. Just two minutes of that, then it's, "Stop! Get around in
front of me and suck precum off my boner." I do that, anxious to taste his
seven inch hard cock. Licking his nuts first, then I hold his boner in my
fingers and rub the hard head against the inside of my cheeks for a bit,
spreading precum around, and then begin licking and sucking the big head of
his cock like it's a large peppermint stick... mmmm. Sonny grunts and rubs
my head for maybe a minute, then says," Turn around and get on all fours."
When I do that, it's, "Slap, Slap! Slap!!" with each smack of his hand on
my ass getting harder. Six smacks in all leaving my right butt cheek red
and stinging. With only saliva for lubricant Sonny presses the head of his
boner against my asshole, then humps his hips and his cock is inside me
with both of us going, "Mmmmm, ooooh." My asshole and rectum are still a
little loose from being fucked with the dildo earlier, and therefore
there's no pain at all as Sonny forces his boner right up my ass until his
orange pubic hairs are tickling my ass cheeks. Not for long though as Sonny
lays on my back forcing his cock an inch further up my ass, flattening his
pubic hairs against me. His arms go around my chest as he wiggles his hips
moving his boner inside me. Holding my breath until the sensitive spots in
my ass demand that I gasp, then let out a long moan of pleasure, "Ooooh,
mmm, it feels good, Sonny." While still laying on my back, he's humping his
hips doing short hard thrusts in my ass, then he stands up, grabs my hips,
and it's the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds of his body against my
ass. It's the applause sound that accompanies males fucking each other, and
that's music to my ears. The familiar sexy sensations build quickly in my
rectum and my prostate begins vibrating with joy sending ridiculous amounts
of sexual pleasure and arousal to my brain, which sends signals to my hard
penis and it tightens-up even more. Sonny's really slamming his boner up my
ass, with him constantly grunting, groaning, and moaning now as the girth
of his cock increases as he becomes more aroused, and the head and shaft
get even harder. I'm in constant sexual pleasure as I move my head and
concentrate on how awesome it feels, and too soon Sonny's making desperate
noises, "Un, ooh, un! Ooh, God!" He lays on my back again, his body like a
steel wire, humping his hips with short hard thrusts. After the third short
thrust, he holds his crotch against my buttocks biting my shoulder as I
feel a hard stream of cum hit inside my rectum with Sonny making a loud
humming sound in his throat. Then more humping in my now sloppy slipper ass
with Sonny's still moaning and thrusting his boner in hard, then he holds
it there again and pours more spunk into my bowels. My second climax never
materializes because Sonny had his climax in less then four minutes.


Now he's doing slow thrusts moaning quietly, "Mmmmm, mmm, oooh, mmm." The
thrusts stop as Sonny rubs his nose back and forth on the back of my neck,
then licks there a bit and I suspect that a hickey's in my future, but
instead he stands behind me and humps his boner lazily up my ass for a
minute more with my orgasm just starting up and feeling awesome, but Sonny
pulls his cock from my ass and staggers back a step or two. Cum drools down
from my rectum, pooling at the back of my scrotum. Two hard slaps on my
ass, "Smack! Smack!" then, "Oh my God, Dylan, that was quick, but
awesome. I was so aroused from everything we did earlier this afternoon my
orgasm came on me fast and heavy. It was something powerful alright! All
around my groin I'm still feeling the sensations from my climax. WOW! This
is so much better than jerking off." He smacks my ass again, "Slap!"
giggling, "I love doing that. Giving you a spanking is cool. I mean, the
way you just take it because you're submissive. It's all so awesome!" Then
he slides his cock back up my ass and fucks me until I'm right on the verge
of my second climax, but he pulls out again, complaining, "My cock's
sore. I'm not used to fucking." I whine, "Can't you do it a little more,
Sonny?" He says, "No. You'll need to wait until next time. Come in the
bathroom again and I'll clean your ass. If my cock wasn't sore I'd make you
clean it with your tongue. Next time for sure, now lets go." He's feeling
like the big shot now after fucking submissive me, fucking me after I've
licked his asshole. In the bathroom Sonny wipes his cock with a washcloth,
then cleans my ass the best he can. "Lets get dressed, Dylan." I grab some
tissues for my jockey shorts to absorb future drooling, and we go down the
hall to his bedroom with Sonny's arm across my shoulders again. He asks,
"Can you hang out with me this afternoon? It's only two-thirty." It's
tempting because we might get in another fuck later, and I presently have a
partial case of blue balls, which is a medical term. I decide against it
though, mostly because of my date with Ray tonight. I bow out, saying, "I
wish I could, Sonny, but I've got shit to do." He squeezes my shoulders,
"Not a word to Ray about us, right Dylan?" I go, "Are you nuts, of course
I'm not mentioning that. I'm not telling him I even saw you today." Sonny's
like, "Perfect, that wouldn't do either of us any good." We get dressed,
then Sonny gooses my ass as we're walking to his motorbike, as he asks, "Do
I dominate your ass enough to suit you, Dylan?" He's another one who wants
me to basically thank him and gush over how great he fucked me. It's kinda
cute, actually. I hug him around the neck, pulling his face to mine and
kiss his lips, saying, "You're awesome with everything. I can't remember
being in a dreamier submissive trance then you put me in with that ballsy
move of tying me to your desk chair and cutting most of my hair off. It was
spectacular!" He says, "I was nervous at first, but when I saw how, um, how
docile you became I gained confidence and just cut away. It really was a
sexy experience for me. There's nothing like real life dominant sex. It's a
hundred times better than watching videos. Definitely the thrill of my
life." I go, "Yeah, I'm happy for you, Sonny."


We ride home with me behind Sonny on the motorbike. I like hugging him and
inhaling his interestingly sexy boyish scent. When we're at the curb below
my condo, Sonny babbles about our sex today, really excited about it as he
tries to decide which part of it he liked best. This is when he seems his
age, although his age doesn't enter my mind during sex with him. Sonny
finishes with, "We didn't do enough making-out this afternoon. Remind me to
do more of that next time, okay?" After getting off the bike, he ruffles my
very short hair, muttering, "I love this haircut I gave you," then we do
the posse goodbye, a fist bump and hug, followed by a quick kiss on the
lips. "Call me tomorrow, Dylan, or later today would be better," then he
gets on his motorbike, we wave goodbye, and he's off. Going up the steps
I'm thinking it would have been nice to have a second climax this
afternoon, but he couldn't pull it off. Actually that was very
inconsiderate of Sonny, now that I think about it, but I'll give him a pass
because he's so inexperienced. His dick got sore so that eliminates me
sucking it or him fucking, and he won't do oral sex himself, so how he'd
get me off is a question I don't have an answer for. I guess he might
consider jerking me off, although that's not too hot. Hmmm, we're both
uncut so we could do docking which is very sexy and something I rarely
experience, so that'd be hot for sure except his dick's probably too sore
for that too. Inside the condo my mom says, "What an interesting haircut,
sweetheart. You look so cute with that stylish new haircut." Without
explaining, I just say, "Thanks, mom. It does look stylish, doesn't it?"
I'm not going to tryout my lie on her because I don't want to mention
smoking, although she knows I smoke and I know she does too, but we've been
playing a game pretending we don't for a few years now. In the little
bathroom downstairs I get the handheld mirror and check out how well Sonny
did cutting my hair in the back and discover he did just as good
there. Again I'm amazed he was able to pull it off, it defies
reason. Looking at myself in the mirror on the wall I'm quite pleased with
this unexpected turn of events. I rub my hair feeling how short it is and
then smile at myself while getting an unexpected warm feeling for Sonny. I
keep using the word 'unexpected' in conjunction with him, but all of it has
been totally unexpected, especially because Devon originally told me
Sonny's just pretending to be bisexual to copy Ray. Man, was he wrong about
that. Of course, he did tell me the other day he knows Sonny's gay or bi,
but doesn't want to encourage Sonny for fear Sonny will be taken advantage
of, but I don't see that happening, not with Sonny. Then I think of Devon
and end-up considering jerking off because he's hot. There's a chance he
might be bi, but on the other hand he might just be teasing me. I can't
decide which it is, but I'm surely interested in finding out. That's if I
can do it without embarrassing myself. Cautious, that's what I'll be with
that enterprise. Wouldn't a three-way be awesome with the brothers and me?
Oh my goodness, I gotta think about something else now, or I will jerk off.


I text Robby and discover he's at the office working. Jeez, that supervisor
job of his sucks! Chubby's still working too, so I text Bean to see what's
up. He texts back that some of the guys are going to play another round at
the new miniature golf course behind Sunnydales. Me, Robby, Dawg, and Bean
played there recently. I ask if I can join them and a half hour later Bean
drives up to my place with Devon and Sonny in the car. Bean never mentioned
who was going with us. I feel my face get red as Sonny and I exchange
glances. The boys get out of the car for the posse hello with Devon and me
rubbing the sides of our faces together again, as he's asking, "Holy shit,
Dylan, what happened to your hair?" I tell the lie about my lighter flaring
up and singeing my bangs. Devon's wide-eyed, "Jeez, your lucky you didn't
go up in flames. You should drop that disgusting smoking habit anyway." I
go, "Yeah, I'm gonna do that soon," and Sonny smirks, saying, "That's a
really stylish haircut ya got there, Dylan." I go, "Yeah, I'm going to keep
it like this for at least one more haircut too." And, again he smirks at me
cutely, muttering, "I can see why," as we pile in the car and we're
off. Sonny and me are in the back seat grinning at each other. He reaches
over and holds my hand for a minute, but if Bean were to look at us in the
rearview mirror he'd catch us so Sonny lets go. His hand holding got my
dick moving in my pants. When I look at him now I see 'sexy', and I'm
almost getting that squirmy feeling I get knowing Robby or Ray will soon be
having sex with me. I definitely got squirmy with Ryan too, but so far
nothing like that with Seth. At Sunnydales we naturally can't resist
getting ice cream cones first, and then we take them out to see how crowded
the miniature golf course is. It's not bad at all. Devon and Bean run into
a couple of guys they're friends with from high school and we talk with
them while eating our cones. Both new guys are of the average variety,
nothing outstandingly good about their looks and nothing particularly bad
either. One has a ragged hairdo that's obviously a buzz cut grown out for
at least two months and probably longer. The other one has a normal looking
regular haircut style with a part on the side. The skin on the face of the
one with the shaggy grown-out buzz cut is too tight somehow, like he'd have
trouble smiling.


After a bit, Bean says to Sonny and me, "You two play miniature golf
together while Devon and me will play with our homeboys from school." I'm
used to being told what to do because all the posse boys feel comfortable
bossing me and Sonny around. We're not full members of the posse and Ray's
given the okay to treat the rookie in a bossy manner occasionally, maybe
it's some sort of minor hazing for the rookies. I'm even more of a rookie
than Sonny, so I get the brunt of their bossiness. None of them does the
bossiness in a nasty way though, more of a matter of fact way assuming that
me, as the rookie in the group, will have no problem being their
gopher... as in ,'go for this', or 'go do that'. I say, "Sure, Bean," and
he passes me his napkin, saying, "Get rid of this for me, okay?" Devon
hands me his napkin too, plus the last of his cone, mumbling, "I've had
enough of that. Would you dump it for me, Dylan." I say, "Sure thing,
Devon," and our eyes meet with something in Devon's eyes that I can't
decipher, then those four walk over to pay and get their putters and golf
balls. Staring a Devon's back, I lick his half eaten cone where he just
licked, and feel my dick tighten, then Sonny hands me his napkin, grinning
while telling me, "Get rid of this for me, boy." I chuckle, muttering,
"Being low man on the totem pole sucks."


Sonny walks over to the trash barrel with me. As I'm dumping the napkins in
the trash and finishing Devon's cone, Sonny quietly says, "My dick isn't
sore any more, and now it's getting boned-up just thinking about fucking
you again. I didn't have any sex at all for almost eighteen years, and
thought I was happy jerking off to porn, but that doesn't do it for me
anymore. Now I have a constant craving to have dominant sex with
you. You're so cute and sexy, Dylan, you gets me horny just looking at
you." I say, "Hey, that's sweet, Sonny, and just when I was thinking you
didn't have a romantic bone in your body." He says, "I didn't think I was
romantic either, until I fell in love with you." I chuckle, then mutter,
"You're going to keep breaking my balls with that 'love' bullshit, aren't
you?" He says, "Yep, I like saying, 'I love you,' and I get a kick out of
the way you get frustrated hearing it." We're walking to the counter to pay
for our golf with Sonny putting his arm across my shoulders again, and me
saying, "I don't get frustrated, you can say you love me all you want, but
it doesn't change the fact you don't know what love is. I didn't either
until recently and, like you, I was positive I did, even though I didn't."
A young woman, maybe twenty-three years old, is in front of us and she
turns around to gawk at me when I said that part about Sonny saying he
loves me. Sonny and I ignore her and pay for our round of golf after
waiting for her and a guy, probably her boyfriend, to pay for their
golf. They'll be the group in between Sonny and me and Devon's group. While
we wait for the couple in front of us to finish the first hole, Sonny rubs
my hair, mumbling, "I'm so proud of this haircut, Dylan. Ya know, while
cutting your hair, every time I'd make a mistake I'd start over cutting it
a little shorter and a little shorter and so on until it came out perfect."
I go, "Aren't you ever going to get tired of talking about this?" He says,
"Probably not, and you could be a little more appreciative that I was able
to pull it off." My arm goes around his neck to playfully pull his head
over to mine, and I say right into his ear, with my lips toughing him,
"You're my hero for pulling off this miracle haircut." Sonny say, "You're
giving me a boner," so I kiss his ear and then stick my tongue in it and
Sonny goes, "Oooh," and gropes his crotch. I let him go and he laughs,
saying, "Look at this," staring at his lap with the material poking out at
the zipper, "You gave me a big boner." I chuckle, then here a muffled,
"Faggots," and turn quickly around to see young teens looking any place but
at us.


It's our turn so we hit our putts and then, as we're walking to the fake
green, I say, "Those youngsters called us faggots. Do you want to help me
kick the shit out of them?" Sonny goes, "Yeah, I do, but lets not. Devon
will want to know what the fight was about." Neither Sonny nor I are very
good at miniature golf and so we're joking around more than anything
else. Sonny's keeping score putting down a ridiculous number of putts for
each of my scores, like 24 or 43. Mostly we're giggling like little kids
bumping against one another on purpose, or rubbing each other's haircut, or
running our fingers up the back of each other's head, or goosing each other
when the other one's ready to putt, or doing high fives and hugging with
the sides of our faces rubbing together whenever we get a par, which isn't
that often. It's the most fun I've ever had playing miniature golf. At the
end of the round neither of us makes the hole in one for a free ticket at
the nineteenth hole, which is when I remember I have a free ticket in my
wallet, but forgot to use it. Bean and the boys are inside drinking a soda
so we join them with Devon asking us, "How'd you two do?" With a straight
face, Sonny says, "Dylan's score was 278 and mine was 30." Devon chuckles,
"You don't take anything seriously, Sonny," as he squeezes the back of his
brother's neck affectionately with me thinking, 'Yeah, a three-way with
those two brothers. Oh my God!" It's after five when they drop me off and
as I'm going up the steps I text Chubby about dinner. He texts back, 'I'm
on my way home. How 'bout I pick-up some of Walt's Italian subs with the
hot cherry peppers, and we have that for dinner?' I endorse that idea and
then take a shower and dress for my date with Ray. Another sleeveless
t-shirt with Polo pleated shorts this time, plus the $140.00 Birkenstock
sandals Willie bought me during one of his shopping sprees in Key West.


I go up to Chubby's condo and he immediately wants to know, "What's with
that haircut, Dylan?" I tell him my lie about the lighter and he laughs,
saying, "That's a big fat lie, but if you don't want to tell me, don't tell
me." I go, "I don't want to tell you." He always knows when I'm lying. We
unwrap the subs and eat them drinking a Coke. I mumble, "Jesus, these hot
cherry peppers are burning my mouth," and Chubby smiles, "Yeah, aren't they
great? I asked for extra hot peppers on your sub." He's taking Mary Jo out
tonight and wants to know who I'm going out with. I tell him, "Ray Ellis,
and no wisecracks from you, okay?" He asks, "Did Ray give you that
haircut?" I go, "Absolutely not! He can't cut hair. I went to Carmen's
Barbershop on Main Street," and Chubby chokes on a mouthful of sub, laughs,
and says, "Another lie." I laugh along with him feeling the love for him I
always feel when I'm with him. We talk about some of the funny things that
happened at work last week while we finish eating our subs. Sharing a
cigarette on the balcony, Chubby says, "I gotta take a shower and get ready
to spend the night begging MJ to let me bonk her tonight." I go, "At least
you have a shot of getting some. I'm not holding out much hope Ray comes
through for me tonight." Another laugh and a hug from Chubby, as he says,
"Lie number three tonight. I love you, Dylan, never change, bro." I kiss
his cheek and we say goodbye. As I'm going down the steps to my place I
feel like I always feel after spending one-on-one time with my
brother... fantastic!


Brushing and gargling like mad to get the onion and cigarette taste and
smell from my breath, I check my watch and see it's quarter to seven so I
have time to text Ryan. I happily do that, ending my text, for the fiftieth
time, with, 'I love and miss you something terrible, Ryan. Love, Dylan.' I
pine for him as I'm walking down to meet Ray at the curb and then see Ray
driving up with Devon and Annie in the back seat. Ray looks sexy and Devon
looks yummy and Annie's a cute chick, as Ray would say. We're double dating
obviously. Weirdly, Devon and Ray get out of the car for the posse hello
with Annie smiling at me from the backseat, rolling her eyes at how silly
us posse boys are. After the hug, Ray gives me a wet kiss on the lips with
his whiskers tickling my face and feeling oh so sexy. He's always good with
the compliments, murmuring, "You look so cute tonight, babe." Another quick
kiss, then, "Devon told me about your hair catching on fire." He rubs my
hair, muttering, "You did a hell of a good job saving what you could." I
say, "Thanks, Ray, I was worried you'd be mad at me." He squeezes the back
of my neck, "Don't be silly, accidents happen. Come on, babe, get in the
car." In the car I say hello to Annie, who leans up and we do a cheek
kiss. She's really nice. Devon and Ray talk about tomorrow's softball game
while Annie and I discuss the latest news about Justin Bieber, who Annie's
got a huge crush on. He is cute, and his hair is perfect, especially now
that he's abandoned the original Birber 'look'. We're seeing a movie
tonight, of course, what else? When we get there, Ray gives me a twenty
dollar bill and then he and Devon stand in line for tickets. Annie and I
need to get the popcorn and sodas with the twenty dollar bill so we stand
in that line. Annie quizzes me on Ray's and my sex life while people around
us can hear her even though she's speaking quietly. This is something I
used to get embarrassed about, but not any more. Screw 'em, I don't know
them and if I did, they'd know I'm gay because I'm 'out' to the world. I
try avoiding direct answers to the more probing of Annie's questions, but
she does get me to verify Ray is indeed fucking me, although neither of us
uses that word. She's very curious how it feels and I tell her, "It feels
good, Annie. How many times do you and Devon do it?" She giggles smacking
my arm, saying, "Oh, you!" whatever that's suppose to mean. Ray holds my
hand during the movie, telling me to lean over against him. It's a slightly
awkward position and each time he casually kisses me on the side of my face
his whiskers make my dick move in my pants as I hear murmurs and quiet
giggling behind us, but Ray's oblivious to it. He's like Willie that way. I
used to let things like the murmurs and giggles bother me, but Willie cured
me of most of it and Ray's finishing the job. Ray wasn't this demonstrative
with affection, and kissing especially, when we started dating, but he's
come around and doing a lot of that now.


After the movie we get iced coffee drinks at Starbucks, which I can't
stand. I'm a Dunkin' Donut guy, but I force it down to please Ray. He asks,
"That was good, wasn't it, Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, you're right again, Ray."
He likes that and pats the back of my head. Devon looks in my eyes while
making a funny facial expression and I drop my eyes chuckling because Devon
gets that Ray treats me just like he does Maryanne and, like me, Devon sees
the humor of me going along with Ray's distorted view of the world. They've
double dating with Ray and Maryanne more times than with Ray and me so
Devon's used to Ray's act. We talk awhile with the three of them asking me
questions about college, and then later Ray drops Devon and Annie at her
car so we can all do the sexy part of the date in private. Ray's parents
are out for the evening again, and so is Elliot, so we go to his
house. Walking upstairs to his bedroom, I ask, "Do your parents go out
every Saturday night, Ray?" he says, "About every other week. Tonight
they're at a house party a couple blocks over from here." In his bedroom,
Ray tells me, "Get undressed, babe, and let your man ogle your naked body."
Ray watches me undress, then when I'm naked, he whistles, and says, "Every
time I see you naked I appreciate your body more. Um, and this isn't meant
as a criticism, Dylan, your body is spectacular, but I just wish it was a
little more manly. You know, a little hair on your chest or some whiskers,
or something. Maybe you'd better let your pubic hairs grow out, at least
that'd be a start." I say, "I can't help it if my body's not as manly as
yours." he goes, "I know, I know, don't get all sensitive on me. Come over
here." I walk over to him and he uses both his hands feeling behind my neck
and then slides his hands down my arm, and on down and then over to my butt
cheeks. He gets two fistfuls of my butt, saying, "This is a better ass than
Maryanne's, so you got that going for ya. And, heh heh, I'm beginning to
think you got a better pussy than Maryanne too, although God forbid I ever
tell her that." I hold back a smile thinking that his girlfriend is more
manly than me considering she has a mustache. Maybe she has some hair on
her chest too, for all I know. Then, I've got to do a fake cough to keep
from snickering at that thought. Ray seriously says, "You need to stop
smoking, Dylan. With all that coughing I don't want anything to happen to
you, babe. Stop for your own good health reasons." I say, "I'm going to
stop, Ray, I promise." What I don't say is I'm stopping when I graduate. I
don't smoke that much anyway, certainly not as much as I'd like to. For one
thing, where the hell is smoking even allowed?


Ray's slides the palms of his hands around to the front of my hips where he
cups my nuts in one hand, and my cock in the other, "Who do these belong
to, Dylan?" Like on our last date, I say, "You, Ray. When my man's having
sex with me, he owns my body." He chuckles, "You're an awesome suck up,
baby! I love when you do that, but I wonder if you're just saying it or if
you really believe it. Heh heh, you're something in either case." I don't
dignify that with a response as he bends, running his hands down my legs
now. With Ray rubbing my legs, I'm thinking of something else that I need
to cover my snicker with a fake cough. I thought about Ray shaving his legs
and how unmanly that is, but I'd never say that to Ray. For one thing I
don't like to intentionally hurt anyone's feelings, and also Ray would
simply reject my contention it wasn't manly by stating that professional
athletes often shave their legs. He says, "Turn around, please," and when I
do, he goes, "Bend over," so I grab my knees as Ray's spreading my butt
cheeks wide. He rubs his finger over my anus four or five times which gets
the lips back there twitching. Ray mutters, "Cute asshole," and rubs it
some more making me groan from the stimulation as my shoulders shudder. He
rubs, rubs, rubs and my dick firms up. Poking his finger in past my
sphincter muscle, he mutters, "You have a very sensitive asshole, Dylan."
His finger goes in further until he finds my prostate button and he rubs,
rubs, rubs that until I moan, "Mmmm, aaah," with my cock boning-up quickly
now. Ray reaches around with his other hand and strokes my now bone-hard
cock while constantly rubbing my prostate as I grunt and go up on my
toes. "Easy, baby, I'm milking your nuts." I grunts out, "Why, Ray?" He
chuckles, "Because I feel like it and I can, obviously. Unlike Maryanne, I
can do whatever I want with you." I'm like, "Un, un, ooh, ooh, ooh," as he
strokes my cock and rubs my prostate. I can't talk now as all my senses
concentrate on the steady rubbing of my prostate that's now flashing erotic
sensation all around my stomach and groin, and my pulsating boner, that's
now moved to point straight out from my body, dripping precum. My whole
body shudders as I moan, "Aaaaaah, mmmmm..." "Easy does it, baby, your
man's in charge." Two minutes later with me moaning embarrassingly, my back
arches and my hips hump forward, "Oooooh," as a streak of cum flies from my
cock, then, "Mmmmm, oh oh," with three more good shots of cum pumping up
from my nuts. My cum streaked out a good four feet, but my body goes limp
now and I moan quietly, not sure what just happened because my mind is
cloudy with a thousand different stimulation from my orgasm.


Ray strokes my cock and rubs my prostate until no more cum drools out,
then, pulling out his finger out of my ass and wiping it on my back, he
pushes the fat, hard, mushroom-shaped head of his boner in past my spinster
and then his cock slowly and painfully goes all the way, more than seven
inches, up my ass. Ray lets out the breath he was holding, making a,
"Wheeew," sound as his exhale escapes between his closed lips. He smacks my
ass, saying, "Now, that's what I'm talking about when I say your body
belongs to me. Do you got that, Dylan?" I know this is more payback for the
years I mocked Ray's efforts to discover his sexuality. It's gotta be that,
so he must harbor more resentment about that then I thought. Hey, maybe I
deserve it, although I wasn't being malicious with the so-called mocking,
it was more like a playful thing. Ray repeats his question, "Do you got it
now?" I whine, "Yeah, I got it, but you don't need to be so mean about it."
He withdraws his cock until the mushroom head is distending the lips of my
anus so far I expect his cock to pop out of my ass completely. He says,
"Ha, me being mean, that's a good one coming from you." Then his cock
slides back up my ass plowing the sides of my rectum wide and generating
tons of fantastically erotic sensations. I try not to, but moan anyway,
"Aaaah, mmmm," breathing through my nose noisily with my lips tightly
squeezed together. Ray begins fucking me steadily now, asking, "How's this
feel, Dylan?" I go, "Good, Ray, it feels really good." He smacks the back
of my thigh and humps his cock in fast. Ray leans over me with an arm very
tightly around my belly near my cock, and he pulls my body into each thrust
of his big fat boner as it's going up my ass. He's fucking me fast,
bringing back my boner. It goes on for quite a while with the steady,
"Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds joining sounds of my constant
moaning. The feeling of orgasm comes on me as my cock gets very hard, but I
know I won't have another orgasm this quickly after the first big one Ray
milked out of me. His cock feels bigger now as sweat forms between his arm
and my belly, plus his crotch and my buttocks, with drips of sweat from
Ray's face hitting my back. I'm groaning and moaning, humping my hips
trying to cum, but nothing materializes and then I squeal as if I climaxed,
but no spunk and Ray now groans, "Umm, oh, fuck!" as I feel a large amount
of warmth and wetness inside my rectum. I didn't feel the streak of cum hit
inside me and that's probably because it gushed out of Ray's cock with too
much volume to be a fast moving narrow stream.


He takes a noisy breath and pumps my ass for a minute or two more, then
pulls his cock out making a wet plopping sound getting past my sphincter
muscle. The lips of my asshole quiver and grab at air even as cool air
rushes up my wide open asshole. Ray smacks my ass, saying, "Get around here
and clean your man's cock," so I stagger around and get on my knees to take
his cock in my mouth. Ray takes another deep breath as he rubs my short
hair, then down my cheek and under my chin, raising my head a little so he
can look in my eyes. He quietly says, "You understand why I need to be a
little hard on you occasionally, don't you? And humiliate you too. You know
why, don't you?" With the big sloppy head of cock in my mouth I nod my head
up and down a little, avoiding eye contact. He says, "Take my cock out of
your mouth and tell me about it." I'm feeling quite submissive by now and
I'm not sure when that happened. Sometimes I know when it's happening and
other times I'm surprised to find myself in a submissive frame of mind... I
didn't feel it coming on. I mutter, "You're paying me back for treating you
unfairly a few years before we became boyfriends." He sounds almost
friendly when he asks, "And why do you think I'm doing that?" I shrug,
still holding his softening cock in my finger, "I'm not sure, Ray." He
says, "So you'll realize what you did was mean, for one thing. It makes you
remember the times you laughed in my face, like I had no feelings, which I
happen to have, by the way. And for another thing, to show you who won in
the end. Who do you think won your playful game, as you call your
mocking... you or me?" I drop my eyes, muttering, "You won, Ray." He says,
"Put my cock back in your mouth and suck off whatever got on my cock when
it was up your ass." Damn, I almost whine I'm feeling so submissive now,
but my cock is enjoying it and begins stiffing up again. Ray lets go of my
chin and rubs my shoulders, saying, "I'm really becoming fond of you,
Dylan, and I can see you're not the prick you used to be. In fact I give
you a hell of a lot of credit for recognizing your place. You don't mock me
now, I mock you if I want to, and you take it because you've either fallen
in love with me personally, or your in love with the sex I provide for
you." I'm slurping away, too submissive now to make sense of what Ray's
saying. He takes another deep breath, then says, "I need to force myself to
humiliate you because that doesn't come naturally to me, but if I don't do
it and put you in your place I don't know how a long term relationship is
possible. And that's what I'd like with you, a long time serious
relationship where we've put old matters behind us."


Whatever he's babbling about, I'm just enjoying my trance and also enjoying
sucking this big cock. I've always liked sucking cock for some reason. Who
knows what our brain's are concealing from all of us. Ray says, "Okay,
that's enough. Come in my bathroom with me." I docilely follow him into his
bathroom where he hands me a bottle of Listerine mint mouthwash. "Pour some
in one of those little plastic cups and rinse your mouth out really well."
There's a stack of three ounce plastic cups neatly stacked on the counter
next to the sink. Looking around, everything is neatly in its place and the
same for Ray's bedroom. This is a far cry from Sonny's bedroom, which looks
a little like mine. As I rinse with the mouthwash, Ray washes the finger he
had up my ass with soap and water. Then he scrubs my back where he wiped
his finger after fingering an orgasm out of me. When I've rinsed my mouth
enough to suit Ray, he hands me the wet washcloth, "Please wipe up the cum
you shot on the floor." I look at him, our eyes meet, and Ray licks his
lips, then says, "I'm sorry I was so hard on you, but we need to both feel
we're even for past misdeeds, that's if we're to insure we can be together
long term." Hmmm, he said something about that earlier too, but I wonder
what makes him think I want a long term relationship with him? No point in
confusing the issue with facts though, so I just nod, mumbling, "I know,"
while not knowing at all, actually. As I'm wiping my cum off the floor, I'm
thinking, 'Ray may be jumping to conclusions as to who's won what, or
whatever exactly he was mumbling about earlier. He's not doing anything
that someone like submissive me isn't enjoying sexually. I loved that sexy
milking, mostly because it rarely happens and it's quite a dominant step to
take. Too bad my mind was too cloudy with my orgasm and submissiveness to
make sense of his lecture earlier. Oh well, as long as I can get a second
orgasm for once, it will be a successful night. I have no hard feeling
towards Ray, I like the nut, but that's a million miles from love. One
freakin' time I slipped and said I love him. I was deep into submission at
the time and it seemed like the thing to say. Bad mistake because it's
misleading Ray and now I don't want to hurt his feeling by telling him that
love from me for him is such a long shot, the number hasn't been discovered
yet.


Done the clean-up, Ray says, "I don't normally do this, but I know you like
it, so would you like to get in bed and cuddle for awhile?" Good question,
do I or don't I? Hmmm, I'm not really feeling it, so I say, "No, that's
okay, Ray, I don't want you doing anything just for me. If you don't feel
comfortable we won't do it." He says, "Good answer, take care of your man."
I say, "That 'my man' stuff is beginning to be a tad grating, Ray. How
about referring to yourself as 'my boyfriend'? He goes, "Okay, you're
feelings are hurt because I was too hard on you tonight. I get it." I'm
like, "That doesn't bother me, Ray, it's what I said. The 'my man' stuff is
grating to hear all the time. If anybody's 'my man', it's my true love
boyfriend, Robby, and he isn't even 'my man'. He's my boyfriend." He goes,
"Oooou, we're a little testy tonight after hearing my lecture, are we?" I
say, "No, I'm not, are you saying you are?" He says, "Yeah, I was. Get
dressed and I'll drive you home." I say, "Okay," and that's what we do with
Ray talking all the way to my condo as he's driving. Mostly he's concerned
I'm pissed-off at him, which I'm not particularly feeling at the
moment. It's more like I've been giving Ray the wrong signals. He doesn't
know about dominant/submissive stuff, he's just being his kooky self and
tonight I had my fill of it, that's all. Sure, I get off having sex with
Ray, but it's not that I can't survive without it. Okay, the Sonny
development has emboldened me somewhat, but I'd just as soon not lose Ray
if he can be sensible about it. Just drop the 'my man' shit, and the rest
is no big deal to me. We're basically having buddy sex just like Seth and
me and Sonny and me. The only exception to buddy sex for me is my sex with
Robby, which is true lover's sex. The best kind by a mile, but that doesn't
mean buddy sex isn't hot too and have it's place in things.


At the curb below my condo, Ray says, "Have I made any sense to you, Dylan?
I mean during the drive." Gee, I probably should have listened a little
closer. Hmmm, I skirt that issue, saying, "Well, you sure made a lot of
good points, but could you succinctly summarize what you feel is the most
important point." He goes, "I guess that would be that I feel we're even as
far as being pricks to one another, and I've agreed that the 'my man' third
person stuff is a bit much and I will do my best not to say that. And for
your part, if it slips out once in awhile you agree to ignore it. Okay?" I
say, "That's what I thought you were saying and, yes, I agree. Shall we
shake on it?" He chuckles, "How about we kiss on it." I lean over and Ray
does a really nice kiss while holding his hand at the back of my
head. Breaking the kiss, he adds, "If I over did it tonight, I
apologize. You're a special boyfriend and I'm just going to enjoy the
present, and the past is now history." I kiss his lips, muttering, "Deal."
Ray and I get out of the car for the posse goodbye. It's weird after having
sex with him, then a goodnight kiss, and then still doing the fist bump and
one arm hug. Very weird, but it's what Sonny did too so I guess it's
ingrained in the posse boys. Weird, but kinda sweet too. Ray asks, "Do you
need a ride to the softball game tomorrow?" I go, "Nah, Robby will drive
us. What time?" He says, "Tomorrows game is a one o'clock start,
approximately, you know. I'll see you then." He hesitates, then asks, "Are
we good, Dylan?" I say, "Sure, Ray, and thanks for the movie and the
unusual sex. As always you were sexy hot." He goes, "Really? Thanks, babe."
I watch him drive off and then going up my steps I'm chuckling to myself,
saying out loud, "You won? Are you shitting me! Ha!"


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


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