Date: Mon, 1 Apr 2013 15:25:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO  Chapter  7   by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

				Chapter 7

			     by Donny Mumford

Well, Wednesday was a damn good day, everything considered. I had my last
ever three-way sex with Dodger and Vinnie; that's if Robby and Ryan have
anything to say about it. It was a hot time, but much shorter than our last
one together. We never got around to the double fuck of Dodger's ass that
Vinnie and I enjoyed during our last three-way. Oh well, life goes on. I'll
be in tonight because it's Ryan's turn with Rob. I watch a Red Sox game
almost glad for a night of relaxation. Dodger and Vinnie wore me
out. Thursday I wake up refreshed and ready to go. It's same old same old
on Thursday at work as were all getting in a routine by now. Ryan and I
cuddle when we can, but since there's only one mower in the truck today
Chubby and William can see us if they try to so the snuggling and kissing
is at a minimum during the rides to each job. Chubby, Robby, and I are
eating dinner together tonight. It's Ryan's and my turn to be together
tonight, but I didn't want to go with Ryan right after work because I'd
feel weird eating with his folks. He's disappointed, but hey, life does
have disappointments for all of us. Before dinner I need to get ready for
Ryan. I shower and do the other bathroom stuff, and now it's... what to
wear? Lets see, I'll wear one of the cool sleeveless T-shirts that Willie
bought me for our Key West trip and, what the hell, the shorts he bought me
that go with the tee. Willie's always been generous with gifts and I kinda
miss him. Not because of the gifts either. Hmmm, he bought me these cool
hoop earrings too, and my cross necklace that's hanging outside my T-shirt,
plus my sports watch and it all adds up to a cool-looking outfit. The
sleeveless tee shows off my tattoo, too. My hair's fuzzy and long enough
for a flattop, never mind a burr. I look best with a flattop 'cause it
shows off my two tone blond hair. Yeah, I don't like to buck the
threesome's burr haircut trend, but I think I'm gonna go with a
flattop. I'll see if Ryan wants to join me and Robby will probably give in
and go with a flattop too, but that's something to deal with on
Saturday. No sneakers tonight, I'm rockin' my sandals. Okay, I'm looking
good, but for an added touch I put a little mousse in my hair and brush it
up; it almost looks like a flattop except it's not flat. Next thing I need
to do is order two large pizzas for delivery, which I do, and then text
both Robby and Chubby; same text for both: 'Pizza's ordered, dinner in
twenty minutes'.  Then I make a salad to go with the pizza. I'm sleeping at
Ryan's tonight so I throw a change of underwear, shorts and a T-shirt, and
my sneakers and socks into a small satchel; then put in deodorant and my
toothbrush. I'll use Ryan's toothpaste. Ryan finally was the one who made
up a story for his parents, something about us working together on a
computer problem, and it'll probably be kinda late when we're done, which
is why I'm spending the night, blab, blab, blab. A computer problem is not
what we have in mind though. It's unfortunate that my sleep over with Ryan
happens the same day as my three-way with Vinnie and Dodger, but few things
are perfect in this world of ours.In between these two sexual
encounters,I'll enjoy dinner with two of my favorite boys in the world,
Chubby and Robby. They both text back; from Chubby I have, 'I'll be there
in ten,' and 'I've just parked at your condo, boyfriend. Love you!'  from
Robby. I look out the front window and see Robby getting out of his
pickup. He's wearing the same clothes he had on when I last saw him and now
he's looking up at the condo waving, knowing I'll be looking out the
window. I stupidly wave although I know he can't see me. Just seeing Robby
creates loving feelings for him in my heart and I wonder again how can I
love two boys almost equally, never mind how much I love my
brother. Strange times for me, I'm in unknown territory again.

Opening the front door before Robby's up the steps, I call down to him,
"Hey, boyfriend, you're looking hot!" Then I realize the teenage girl
living two doors downis walking towards the same steps Robby's coming
up. Fuck it, Robby and me are openly gay to the world now. I smile at her
and say, "Hi, Celeste, how's it going?" She says, "You're not gay are you,
Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, I am. Didn't you know?" She smiles, saying, "That
explains why you never hit on me, but no I didn't know. Your boyfriends
cute though, you too." I smile back, saying, "I didn't know that." She
laughs as she passes me, saying, "I'll bet you did," and she starts down
the steps checking Robby out. Naturally he blushes when she says, "Hi,
boyfriend." The thought to 'hit' on her never occurred to me even before I
knew I was gay. I've known her in a casual way for five years and she is
cute, for a girl I mean. Wonder why Chubby never hit on her? Hmmm? Robby's
beside me as we both look at Celeste going down the stairs. He asks, "Did
you know she was there when you called down to me?" I go, "No, boyfriend,
but so what, we're out of the closet, ain't we?" He looks at me with a big
grin on his face, mumbling, "Oh, yeah, I forgot," and he kisses me. I put
my arms around his neck and get my tongue in his mouth for a thirty-second
sexy lovers' kiss. Kissing with Dodger and Vinnie can't compare with
this. I wish I had a cigarette lit so I could do the smoking kiss with
Robby. I'll do that a little later. "I missed you, Robby," and he goes,
"For the whole three hours we've been apart?" "Yep, every minute, Rob." He
asks, "Is Ryan here? You called me 'Rob'?" I ask, "Did I? No, he's not
here. Come on in and we'll do another kiss 'cause you smell good." Inside
we suck on each other's lips and tongue, then he does the tongue up the
front of my nose twice and his saliva gets sniffed in by me causing a
coughing fit; it got in my friggin' windpipe somehow. He pats me on the
back hard, that boy is strong! I do two hiccups and then I'm fine. For some
reason Robby thinks my hiccuping's funny so we chuckle, then do a quick
kiss. Robby asks, "How'd the goodbye sex with Dodger go?" I say, "He can't
compare with his older brother although he thinks otherwise. I thought of
you the whole time." Robby chuckles, saying, "Liar, but I'll choose to
believe you." He rubs my hair, asking, "You ready for your burr haircut
from your twin?" I forgot about Ryan cutting my hair, I say, "Come out on
the deck; we'll have a smoke. I wanna talk to you about that."

On the deck I offer Robby a cigarette and we both light up, then I ask,
"Remember the first summer we worked for Dickers Landscaping?" He blows out
some smoke, muttering, "Of course," and I say, "Well, I was thinking we'd
do flattops this summer like we had that year. We'll be the bobbsey twins
again. Whaddaya say?" He goes, "Nah, we're gonna go with the burr haircuts
this summer, all three of us, and they're gonna be extra short like
Chubby's haircut. I already told you that and it's final." Yeah, the
finality in his tone makes me adjust my junk and squeak out, "Oh, okay, it
was just a thought." Robby says, "We agreed that I make decisions involving
the threesome, remember?" I go, "Oh yeah, you're our leader." He runs his
fingers through my hair, "You're looking awfully sexy tonight, Dylan. I'm
jealous you're gonna be with Ryan, I really am." We look into each other's
eyes as I bite my bottom lip, muttering, "I'm conflicted, Robby. I want to
be with both of you all the time. Can't we do that?" He shakes his head,
muttering, "I don't want to... you've been so attentive and loving to me
since I made Ryan my boyfriend, and I'm afraid to make any changes for fear
you'll revert back to taking me for granted." I go, "No, I won't do that,
Robby. Pleeeze!" A wry smile, "You nag just like Ryan does and you never
did that before because you never needed to; I went along with everything
you said. Now I've come to like the extra attention from you which, as I
just said, is the reason I don't want to change anything." He's so sweet,
and really cute being bossy. I go, "Let me do with you what Dodger does to
Vinnie." Robby goes, "What's that?" I take a drag, then inhale it and kiss
Robby with my exhaled smoke going in his mouth. He gasps, inhaling it, and
smoke comes out his nose. Robby coughs, then says, "Do that again," so I do
and this time as he exhales my used smoke out his nose, we continue the
kiss. One arm from each of us goes around the other's neck as we get into a
hot french kiss with the hands holding our cigarettes held away from
us. Done the kiss, Robby's like, "That was hot. Inhaling smoke from your
lungs to mine makes me feel part of you. Let me do it to you," and we do
that as Chubby pulls open the balcony's sliding glass door, muttering,
"What the hell are you two boyfriends up to now?" We break the kiss and
Robby says, "Why don't you kiss like that with the girls?" Chubby goes,
"What? There was smoke coming out of both your noses!" I say, "So? What's
so unusual about that?" He laughs, mumbling, "I'm jealous; I wish I were
gay because you boys have all the fun." Then the doorbell sounds and I go,
"There's our pizza." Robby asks, "What do I owe ya?" and I tell him,
"Nothing, it's my treat." The bill is thirty dollars, so I give the kid two
twenties, saying, "Give me a five back and keep the rest, dude." He's like,
"Thanks!" and off he goes.  That's too much tip, but that kid was cute.

I'd turned the oven on before Robby got here because pizza crust gets soggy
during delivery. They put the hot pizzas in an enclosed box and that steams
the crust making it soggy. To correct that flaw, I put one of the pizza's
in the oven on the rack to firm-up the crust. In the meantime we eat the
salad. Chubby asks, "Is tonight the night you two nine year olds are having
a sleep over?" Robby says, "Ryan and Dylan are the nine year olds; I'm not
involved." Chubby swallows some iced tea, mumbling, "Oh, that's right, it's
the other member of your threesome. How the fuck you three are pulling this
off is a mystery to me." I go, "It's a mystery to me too, but Robby's
making it work." Crunching on some crisp iceberg lettuce, Robby says, "All
three of us are making it work, not just me." I go, "You're our leader,
Rob," and he smiles because I called him 'Rob' again. I didn't do it on
purpose either. Done the salad, I take the first pizza out of the oven and
put the other one in. We all grab a slice, putting them on paper towels so
we won't need to deal with dirty dishes afterwards. It's hard to resist
taking a bite, but pizza cheese gets wicked hot so I blow on the pointy end
of my slice while Chubby bites his, and yells, "I burned the roof of my
fuckin' mouth!" I go, "Duh, I wonder why?" and take my first bite. It's
still too hot, but not enough to burn my mouth. Chubby bitches, "That burn
ruins the taste," and Robby goes, "Awww, that's a shame; us grown ups let
it cool a little before eating it." Chubby mutters, "Nine year olds who
have sleep overs are not grownups," and takes another bite. Then we talk
about the party Saturday and I fill them in on my conversation with both
Connor and Cory. "That's damn nice of you to pick them both up, Dylan,"
from Robby. I answer with, "Yeah, I know, and they're staying with me after
the party too." Chubby wants to know, "Three guys in a twin bed?" I say,
"Don't be silly, one of us will sleep in my sleeping bag." Between high
school friends of Dodger's and ones from our graduating class, some
bringing dates, plus the college friends we've made, there are between
forty and fifty definitely committed to joining us. It's hard to turn down
a party invitation for kids our age. Of course, there will also be the
uninvited gate crashers, but we'll try to weed them out. It's more fun
going to somebody else's party than the one you give, but the idea is for
Dodger and Connor to enjoy themselves; not necessarily the three of us. We
finish the second pizza and Chubby asks, "How come you only got two pizzas,
big brother?" I go, "Because you need to watch your waistline, little
brother, you're getting a little potbelly going for ya." He stands up and
pulls his shirt up, "Does that look like a potbelly? It looks more like a
six-pack to me." He's right of course, but I have the strongest urge to
smell his belly so I say, "You're holding your potbelly in, let me get a
closer look," and then I do that thing people do with babies... put my lips
on Chubby's belly and make a razzing sound that tickles babies, making them
squeal with laughter. Chubby holds my head against his stomach, saying, "Do
that again, it gave me shivers." So I do it again and he gets goose bumps
on his belly.He smells awesome. Chubby lets go of my head and I'm thinking
I'll do that to baby Ryan tonight.

We clean up the kitchen then go out on the balcony for a smoke. I ask, "You
still good with giving me a ride to Ryan's, Robby?" He goes, "Sure thing,"
and Chubby's like, "Don't forget you need to make tomorrow's lunch, Dylan."
I say, "Oh yeah, can we stop at the Deli so I can buy some lunch stuff?"
Robby says, "I'm at your service, I got nothing else to do tonight." I want
to say, 'Like me last night,' but I don't. Chubby's gotta go because he's
working for Mary Jo's father and so we all walk down to the parking lot
together. At our Jeep, I'm like, "Oh yeah, we bought a Jeep together,
didn't we? I forgot what make it was," and Chubby goes, "Hardy har har
har," I say, "Where's my quick-as-a-wink goodbye kiss from my brother?"
Chubby surprises me by kissing me quickly on the lips, muttering, "There it
is," giving me hope he'll adopt that as a regular thing like Robby and
Dodger. I say, "That was quicker than a wink, but I'll settle for it." He
smiles and says goodbye, getting in the Jeep. Robby and I walk to his
pickup and I realize I'm walking too close to Robby, like you know
who. Robby's used to that from Ryan, so he doesn't give it a thought when I
do it; he just puts his arm around my neck like he does with Ryan, and it's
a nice way to walk. I say, "Have I told you lately that I love you?" Robby
squeezes my body against his, mumbling, "Not often enough, but I know you
do." The deli is closer than Stop & Shop so Robby drives us there and he
gets out with me. I go, "Oh, that's nice you're going to keep me company."
"Sure, Dylan, I like being with you doing anything, actually," and I ask,
"You wanna have lunch with us tomorrow? I'll make lunch for four." He goes,
"I want to, but I can't. Dad wants me eating with the supervisors, but I'd
much rather eat with you guys. The supervisors aren't much fun. Some of
them are in their thirties." I go, "That's the price you pay for earning
the big bucks." "Ha," he goes, "I'm not making much more than you guys, dad
throws silver dollars around like they're manhole covers." Thinking, 'the
acorn doesn't fall far from the tree', I say, "I believe that's person-hole
covers if ya wanna be politically correct." He mumbles, "I don't care about
that, it's gotten stupid," and we go inside the deli where Robby picks up a
magazine from the rack to read while we wait, he has no intention of buying
it of course. Deli's smell good, and I'm looking at something that looks
good, too. Behind the counter is a hot redhead who I think I remember from
high school, not his name, his face. He's got a sexy/cute baby face, pouty
lips and bedroom eyes. Cliche descriptions perhaps, but they fit this boy
perfectly. We wait in a short line as I ogle this kid. He has very pale
skin, light red hair cut short and combed down on top and flipped up in
front. Like I said, really cute and he's got the slim body I like, about my
height, and he looks about as old as I look, which if I'm honest is about
seventeen. I'm wearing my Oakley sunglasses, so for extra coolness I put
them on top of my head. I'm not sure what grade he was in last year, for
all I know he is seventeen. Robby's still reading 'Baseball Digest', and as
he reads I stare at the redhead. When it's our turn, I start to say
something, but the redhead excitedly says, "Rob, whassup?" Robby looks up
from the magazine and goes, "Travis, how ya doing?" Travis checks out who
might hear him behind the counter, noticing the other two employees are
busy with customers, so he says, "I'll tell how I've been doing, I've been
wondering why you haven't called me. You've been back from college for two
weeks now." Robby glances at me looking uncomfortable, then back to Travis,
he goes, "Ah, um, Travis, it hasn't even been a week since our last
semester ended. This is my, er, friend, Dylan Newman." Travis gives me a
quick, "Nice ta meet ya," then he stares at me a second, looks back at
Robby, then back at me giving me daggers this time. I mumble, "Wassup,
Travis? Um, I went to high school with you, I think." Robby says, "This is
Travis Pickles, we had homeroom and a couple of classes together and...."
Ignoring all that, Travis butts in asking Robby, "What have you been up to,
Rob?" An innocent enough question, but the way he asked it made it sound
like an accusation. I guess Robby wasn't comfortable saying, 'This is my
boyfriend, Dylan Newman,' but we aren't actually going around announcing
we're gay. If someone asks, then we say, 'Yeah, we're boyfriends.' And then
it hits me... what kind of name is that: Travis Pickles?

Robby says, "I was going to call you, Travis, because we, oh yeah, because
we're having a party Saturday night at my house. I want to invite you."
Travis seems calmer, "Oh, you've only been home a couple of days, huh?
Yeah, sure, I'll be there Saturday. Should I bring our old buddy, Danny
Lips, haha?" Danny Lips? Robby blushes at that, as he mumbles, "No, let's
not go there." Travis says, "Well I haven't seen ya since Easter break, so
I was wondering what happened, ya know." Another glance at me, and Robby
says to me, "Travis was one of the team managers for the baseball team the
last couple of years." I go, "Oh," and Travis says to Robby, "Okay,
Saturday we'll, um, catch up with each other and I won't bring Lips, haha."
That's a nickname I assume, not a last name. Hmmm, if I didn't know better,
these two are acting like they were, um, involved and maybe Danny Lips was
passing out blow jobs. Or maybe my imagination is getting the best of
me. All I know is Robby has never uttered the name Travis Pickles to me;
I'm positive of that because that's not a name I'd forget. Travis asks
Robby, "What can I get ya, Rob?" meaning from the deli. Robby looks at me,
and I say, "Three quarters of a pound of Virginia baked ham and a quarter
pound of swiss cheese. Um, and could you slice it very thin?" He goes, "You
bet, hot stuff," and reaches in the refrigerated meat section. Kinda flip,
if you ask me. His personality doesn't match his looks at all. If he's gay,
he's definitely the dominant type. Why would I think he's gay though? Hmmm?
I don't know unless my imagination isn't running away with me again. These
two are members of the high school baseball team, so that might be their
only connection except that conversation sounded like it was between two
people who had something sexy going for themselves at some point. Robby's
not looking at me, he's over-concentrating on the magazine, staring at a
page advertising tires. I ask, "What's so interesting in the
advertisement?" He goes, "Huh?" looks at the page, then turns it. I ask,
"Okay, what's the story between you and the redhead?" He quietly says,
"Shhh, I'll tell you outside." I shrug, "Okay, I'm going to the bakery
section to get three rolls." They've got some damn good rolls here, not
like the crap at Stop & Shop. I wander over, looking back to see if Robby
and Travis are talking. They're not, so I put three crusty sub rolls in a
plastic bag, get three sixteen-ounce Cokes from the cooler, and a bag of
Lays potato chips off a rack. Then I see some fancy cookies and grab a
container of those. My goal is to put together a damn good lunch, and
that's even if I do say so myself. Taking my stuff back to pile it on the
counter, I see a jar of big pickles. I ask Robby, "Is it politically
correct to ask for a Jewish pickle?" He goes, "I'm not sure, maybe ya
better say Kosher pickle." "Are they the same thing?" Robby goes, "Yeah,
I'm pretty sure they are." Travis is back with my cold cuts so I say, "I'm
getting this other stuff too, and could I have one of those Jewish or
Kosher pickles." He says, "You trying to be a wiseass? I hear enough shit
about my last name from my buds, I don't need to take it from you." Robby
says, "He wants a pickle, he don't care about your name. Even if he was
making a joke, what'd you think you were going to do about? Dylan would
kick your ass, so pump the brakes on the macho act." Travis is like, "Okay,
my bad, Rob, I'm a little sensitive about the name, that's all." I ask,
"Could you cut the pickle into spears?" He says, "We're not supposed to,
but since you're a friend of Rob's, I'll do it for you." I don't know what
to think now because it seems like they changed roles in that last
exchange. The fact is, I had to bite my tongue not to say, 'Pickles, give
me one of those pickles.' I thought it, but didn't say it. Travis rings up
my order and it comes to twenty-eight dollars and fifty cents. When he
tells me I must have looked startled because he feels he needs to explain
by informing me, "The cookies cost ten bucks." Well I'll be damned if I'm
gonna whine, 'Oh, I can't afford the cookies,' so I go, "Sure," and give
him two twenties figuring I'll earn back the cost of our lunch by morning
break, or shortly thereafter.

Collecting my change, muttering, "Thanks," I take my bag of groceries as
Travis says, "I'll call you, Rob," Robby nods his head saying, "Sure,
Travis, nice seeing you." Outside I ask, "What's his story?" Robby goes,
"It's not what you think. Travis is gay, he was 'out' in high school, but
he's been going with the same kid since our junior year. We had a, um,
thing where once in a while we'd mess around a little. I was like his sex
buddy on the side, that's all. You know, it was only occasionally when you
were off alley-catting around with one of the hordes of gay boys chomping
at the bit to get in your pants, but that's over with now." I think he
means me alley-catting around is over now, but to clarify, I ask, "You mean
you being Travis' sex-on-the-side is over, or my alley-catting around?" He
goes, "Both, but I'd need to do a hell of a lot of sex-on-the-side to catch
up with you anyway." I go, "How do you know how much sex-on-the-side I
had?" He lowers his voice, "An educated guess, but I don't want to fight
with you. I didn't call Travis because it's over between us, not that it
was a big deal in the first place. I didn't know he worked at the deli, he
didn't in high school. Oh, and that kid, Danny Lips, would blow us mostly,
and once in awhile Travis and I would do it together." I ask, "Blow each
other or fuck?" He says, "We're not supposed to be talking about past
sex-on-the-side, we started fresh, remember?" He's got that touch of
authority in his voice now and that gets my nuts squirming, and I don't
want to hear about it anyway, so I play the submissive role, and go, "Oh,
sorry, Rob, yeah I remember. I shouldn't have given you the third degree."
He mutters, "Forget it," then he asks, "What's the third degree, anyway?" I
go, "I'm not sure," and we get in the pickup with me enjoying being the
little kid to daddy Rob. I go, "Hold my hand, Rob," and he blurts out a
laugh, "I can't stay mad at you for a whole minute, Dylan. Come over here
for a kiss." I say, "We'll kiss away the difference." He holds my face with
a hand on each side of my head and we do a very sweet lovers' kiss as an
older lady walks by the pickup's open window, muttering, "Disgusting."
Robby mutters, "Fuck you," and kisses me again, asking, "You happy again?"
I go, "Yep," and off we go to Ryan's. I gotta believe Travis and Robby were
a little more involved than Robby inferred, and what the hell is it with
Robby and baseball equipment managers anyway, which is what Ryan's title
was except he was more like the team's flunky then anything else. I wonder
if the more confident Ryan would put up with all the shit the baseball
players threw at him last year. And why doesn't Robby want to get it on
with the players instead of manager flunkies? Maybe he does, but Robby's
right, he'd need to have a lot of Travis stories in his past to match my
wilder days. Now I'm settled down in our threesome, content and happy. We
don't kiss in front of Ryan's house in case a parent's glancing out a
window; they're not clued-in to their son's sexual orientation yet. I get
out saying, "See you in the morning, boyfriend," and then start up up the
long front walkway. I ring the bell and his father answers, saying, "Hello,
Dylan," remembering me from when he picked Ryan's stuff up after our last
semester. Ryan and I had slept together the night before, which was the
beginning of our wild twenty-four hours of sex, as well as, confirming what
we already suspected, that we have the hots for each other. Mr. Wilcocks
asks, "You and Ryan are going to build a killer program for studying at
college next semester, huh? Quite ambitious." I go, "We probably won't get
it nearly done tonight, if we can do it at all. It's fun trying though."
We're standing in the foyer, the same one that Ryan and me lost our minds
while he fucked me wildly bringing on our climaxes in three minutes. That's
the hottest sex I've ever had. I glance at the door where I shot my load,
but there's no evidence of it. Mr. Wilcocks says, "Ryan's in his bedroom,
it's at the end of the hall," and I smile asking, "Would it be possible to
put this bag in your refrigerator. It's our lunch for tomorrow." He holds
out his hand, and says, "I'll take care of it myself." I mutter, "Thank
you." He's very polished and just seems rich; nice guy though.

Up the stairs I go. I've been in Ryan's bedroom once before when his
parents were at Foxwood gambling and seeing a show. It's a big room, very
tastefully done unlike Willie's, which was gaudy as hell. I guess their
bedrooms reflect their personalities. The door's closed, so for some reason
I knock. Ryan, asks, "Is that you mom?" I say, "It's Dylan," and he says,
"What the heck did ya knock for? Come on in." I open the door and see Ryan
putting something behind his back. What's he have in store for me first, I
wonder? I say 'first' because Ryan's capable of multiple orgasms; he never
got a chance to show his ability as a 'top' until we crossed paths, but
he's become very good at it. He's a natural, damn good sex partner, and
lover too. Once he got going with his style of dominant sex, that evolved
into lovers' sex for us. It's been a dizzying delicious ride for both of
us. Inside we do what we always do, we lock onto each other's eyes and
stare. To be honest, I'm not sure exactly why I'm so head over heels for
him, but I am. He walks over and stands too close to me, saying, "You look
so cool, I'm not worthy of you, but since you think I am I'm going with
your opinion." I push his glasses up his cute nose with my middle finger,
like he does, as I'm saying to him, "You're more than worthy of me, Ryan,
much more," and he says, in his whispery voice, "You look eatable, Dylan."
I mutter, "You too, Ryan," and he says, "I'll never be as cool as you, but
before you realize that, put your arms around my neck and kiss me." His
hands are still behind his back as I wrap my arms around his neck, lean my
head down and kiss this kissable sexy boy's lips. He does his magic with
his lips and tongue and it's just a dreamy kiss. I love how he smells so I
make sure my nose is against the side of his. We kiss until my dick is
firm, leaning sideways, moving from one side of my jockey shorts to the
other. I go, "Oohh," into Ryan's clean, fresh tasting mouth. He backs away
and I drop my arms and stare at him some more. He's in charge, it's the way
we both want it. He says, "Take off your T-shirt, then open your mouth
wide," and I do that without hesitating. He brings the ball gag from behind
his back, shows it to me; the thought of closing my mouth doesn't enter my
mind. What does enter my mind is, 'It's going to be dominant sex first and
I'm gonna get paddled, which is why the ball gag is necessary. His parents
are home and would hear my screams'. Ryan says, "Okay?" and I nod my
head. That's one of the reasons I like dominant sex from Ryan, he gives me
a choice. He slowly forces the ball past my teeth, it's funky tasting
'cause it's never been washed, but I think Ryan's the only other person to
have it in his mouth. He straps the gag behind my head tightly with velcro
strips. It forces the ball to the back of my throat causing me to gag for a
minute or longer, but Ryan pays no attention to my discomfort. He was able
to handle the ball gag when his dominant sex partners of the past decided
to put it on him, so I can handle it too. That's the thing, he never forces
my submissive self to do anything he hasn't experienced, he knows the
discomfort will mostly fade as I get used to it. He says, "Arms behind you,
forearms together across your back." I do that and he wraps the leather
strips around my wrists and elbow, then ties another strip around my other
wrist and elbow and it's very uncomfortable being basically hogtied like
this. My forearms are tied together across my back just below my wing
bones. I'm making noises of displeasure, but Ryan merely says, "You'll get
used to it so stop your whining. I need to have your arms out of the way
when I paddle you." He's in front of me, saying, "Show me your safe sign."
I open my eyes real wide and he goes, "Good."

He runs his fingers through my hair mumbling, "I'm really looking forward
to giving you a short burr haircut on Saturday. It will further imprint on
you that, where you and I are concerned, I'm in charge. You requested that
and it's what I want too. When it's just you and me, assume I'm Rob. It'll
be my first time giving someone a haircut and it's appropriate I give it to
my submissive boyfriend. Promise me you'll overlook my mistakes as there's
sure to be some my first time. Do you promise?" I nod my head that I
promise. He says, using his whispery voice, "You're the perfect submissive,
Dylan; more submissive than I ever was, and I need to watch myself that I
don't take advantage of that." He tilts his head to the side, staring at my
helpless condition, and asks, "You love me, don't ya?" I do his fast head
nod agreeing that I love him, as I slip deeper into the dreamy world of
submissiveness. He says, "I envy you right now because I remember how it
feels to let yourself be controlled by a dominant sex partner." The palm of
his hand caresses my bulging cheek as he whispers, "People would call you
beautiful if you were a girl. You don't look like a girl though, you look
like a beautiful boy." He pinches my nostrils closed making me breathe
through my mouth around the skanky-tasting ball gag. He quietly explains,
"I'm doing this to show you that you can breathe around the gag if you need
to, it's not easy, but it can be done, so now you know when you need to
breathe through your mouth you can, and you won't panic." Letting go of my
nose he goes up on his tip toes and kisses my nose, whispering, "I never
knew it was possible to love someone as much as I love you. Please don't
tell Rob, but I think of you every waking hour and then dream of you at
night. It's very close to being a scary thing, a compulsion." Smiling his
cute smile, he murmurs, "Everything will be alright." My eyes never leave
his as he kneels down to unsnap my cool shorts, pulls the zipper down, then
my shorts are around my sandals. His hand cups my balls from the outside of
my underwear, and with his other hand massages my hardening cock as he
looks into my eyes. Then, with a hand on either side of my jockey shorts he
pulls them down slowly as my semi-boner swings free. I'm gasping for
breath, totally fixated on Ryan and his methodical steps to get me further
and further into the dreamy world of total submission. "Step out of your
pants, Dylan," and when I do, he whispers, "Whether you know it or not,
you're completely at my mercy now; it's not just role playing. You're tied
and helpless, unable to call for help. I could castrate you if I wanted to,
but I won't." A spike of fear that's almost a thrill zips through me. He
states, "You will do what I tell you to do, won't ya?" My head nods up and
down quickly, wanting to please him. He mutters, "You do that head nod
better than me," and he crunches my nuts in his tight little fist. I blow
spit past my ball gag making a long hissing sound, going up on my toes. He
mutters, "That's the only thing you don't do as good as me; you can't
handle the ball crushing. I've only done it to you a fraction of the times
my dominant sex partners did it to me, so that's probably the reason. Bend
over for your paddling." I bend forward with my balls throbbing. I could
end this game any time I wanted by stepping away and making my safe word
facial expression, but I don't want to. I want to get fucked being this
submissive, it's an addiction I have. My submissive fetish involves pain,
but there's much more pleasure than pain and it heightens the sexual
sensations of lovers' sex that follows this. Loving Ryan and at the same
time feeling dependent on him deepens the sexuality we share.

Behind me Ryan rubs the ping pong paddle against my buttocks, saying, "I
can see your face reflected in the mirror over my bureau, but please don't
disappoint me by giving the safe expression. I know you can take the full
twenty-five paddles, okay?" I nod my head, but not the fast nod, it's a
scared, reluctant nod. Ryan turns on a old 'Killer's' CD and Mr. Brightside
blares from the CD player to cover the sound of the paddle connecting with
my ass. The first first five paddles stings, the next five bring a burning
with the sting, and it only gets worse from there. Ryan's swinging the
paddle from behind his back really getting into it and it's impossible not
to think he's getting revenge on my ass for all the paddling he got over
the years when he was exclusively submissive. From about the fifteenth
paddle on it's very painful and the tears flow and I make as much of a
scream as possible around the ball gag, but don't even consider giving the
safe facial expression. I can see Ryan in the mirror and he never takes his
eyes away from the mirror looking for me to call it off. The twenty-fourth
and twenty-fifth paddles are on the back of my thighs getting me hopping up
and down, while still bending at the waist, making "Woop" sounds around my
gag; two more of the the paddles on the back of my thighs and I would have
called it off. My ass and the back of my thighs are quivering with pain and
I continue hopping up and down in place, still going, "Woop, whoop,"
embarrassing myself. My reflection is that of a red faced crying ten year
old with mucus dripping off my chin; my face covered in tears. I'm reduced
to whimpers as Ryan gently rubs the pain reducing cream soothingly over my
buttocks and the back of my legs. It's not soothing at first; it burns more
initially, but quickly brings the stinging and burning down to a level
where I can stand in place at least, still bent over at the waist. My arms
are numb, my face sticky, and my balls are still throbbing, but all I'm
mostly thinking about is my ass. The quivering has abated as Ryan takes the
ties off my arms and massages feeling back into them. I'm so grateful to
him for not paddling me anymore, and for the soothing cream on my ass, and
for untying my arms and massaging them. The sensible thing would be me
getting pissed-off at him for paddling me so hard, but that's not the way
my brain works under a submissive haze; I concentrate on the kindness of my
dominant partner. With feeling back in my arms, Ryan quietly says, "Swing
your arm to get more circulation in them," and I do that in my bent over
position until he says quietly, "That's enough," and I let my arms hang
down. The thought to stand up never enters my mind. I wait until I'm told
to do that. Ryan's at my side whispering, "I'm so proud of you," as he rubs
my hair, then my shoulder as the pain of my smacked ass is further
eliminated by the cream.  Then he releases the velcro strip of my gag and
works the ball past my teeth and out. My jaw aches, but I'm just now
noticing that. He flips the ball gag towards his satchel of BDSM toys, and
says, "Bend down further and suck my cock." I know I'm to take it out of
his pants, and this time I get to use my hands; last time I needed to use
my mouth only. The lap of his baggy shorts protrudes with his large boner;
a boner he grew while spanking me. Previously he got boners by being
spanked, but now he gets them by spanking me.

I unzip his fly and fish his boner out of his boxer shorts using two
fingers. My face is still dripping with tears and mucus and I'm still
making whimpering sounds. The sounds change to, "Mmm, mmm, mmm," sounds as
I suck on his awesome boner and inhale his sexy aroma. I close my eyes as
the pain on my buttocks continues reducing. Soon my arms are around his
cute bubble butt and his boner's in my throat, my mouth and nose are
surrounded by his pubic hair, and all I can think of is sucking my dominant
lover's big cock and it's wonderful. When he whispers, "That's enough,
Dylan," I immediately pull by head back releasing his saliva-ladened boner;
it bounces with its hardness even as mine bounces from my movement away
from his delicious hard cock. Opening my eyes I stare at his cock and the
pubic hairs surrounding it and think of Saturday when those pubic hairs
will be shaved off. The thought of that causes me to moan with anticipation
of Saturday and the possibility of Rob agreeing to a three-way. Ryan walks
away leaving me in my bent over condition: my head below my waist, my face
hot from the blood that's collected there and lingering pain in my nuts and
my buttocks. I hear water running in his bathroom, then footsteps, then the
rustle of clothes as Ryan undresses. I watch his reflection in the
mirror. He sits bare ass in his desk chair looking at me with a satisfied
expression on his face. Our eyes meet in the mirror and he stares at me in
my awkward, submissive posture. Finally he quietly says, "You may stand up
now, but be careful because you'll be dizzy at first." I stand-up too
quickly and stagger. He's up and out of his chair in a flash to hold me
steady. Helping the now nine year old Dylan, he says, "Over here and you
can sit on my lap, you know what to do, little Dylan." In a trance I walk
too closely to him as he guides me to the chair with a hand on each of my
biceps, our tight boners bouncing slightly with each step. He sits, then I
gently sit on his little lap with my feet on either side of him. Carefully
I move our boners between our bellies, side by side and touching. His boner
is more than an inch longer than mine, but I'm sitting on his lap making it
seem they're almost the same length; his being fatter than mine. Slowly I
lean into his body with my arms around his neck, but he whispers, "No,
little Dylan. Did you forget I need to clean your face first?" In my little
boy's voice, I mumble, "I'm sorry, Ryan," sitting up, but wanting to hug
him so badly I almost cry again. He quietly says, "It's okay," as he takes
a warm washcloth and wipes my face. Doubles it over and wipes my face
again. Then he dries my face gently with a hand towel and holds a tissue on
either side of my nose, whispering, "Give me a big boy blow," and I stop-up
my ears blowing my nose too hard, wanting so badly to please him. He puts
that wadded-up tissue on his desk and gets another one as I work my jaws
clearing the blocked feeling in my ears. He whispers, "One more time, but
not so hard, you'll block your ears. I always used to do that." I blow
again, then breath through my nose realizing mucus had been clogging it
until now. I'm felling better already. My ass still burns, but nothing like
three minutes ago. I ask in my little boy's voice, "Can I hug you now,
Ryan?" He pushes his glasses up his cute nose and then nods his head,
smiling. I lean in against his naked chest with my arms around his neck and
the sides of our faces together and it feels so good. Ryan gives me a tight
hug, whispering in my ear, "I'm so proud to be your boyfriend, Dylan. I
only wish I knew the words to express how much it means to me, and it's not
just because you let me be the dominant one in our sub/dom experiences,
although I'm grateful you do. My feelings for you goes far beyond that." He
takes a hand from around me to gently pull my head up and our lips meet for
a lovers' kiss.

As we make-out all thoughts of my sore ass leave my head. I've got a hand
on either side of his face now as we make sounds of pleasure, our tongues
and lips becoming almost one. What a luscious way he has of kissing, sexy
and loving at the same time. Both of us form a chorus of, "Mmmm, oooh, mmm,
hmmm, oooh," and I get so delirious I forget where I'm at. All I smell is
Ryan, his wonderful little body that's so sexy to snuggle with. After a
while he pulls his head back a little to do the lick up the front of my
nose, his tongue saturated with a combination of our saliva. Once, twice,
three times he deliberately and slowly licks up the front of my nose, then
whispers, "Sniff in my saliva, Dylan," which I do with three big inhales
through my nose. His saliva ends up in my mouth so I swallow it loudly. He
smiles, murmuring, "Part of me is in your belly," then he licks my face all
over, quietly saying, "You're delicious, Dylan." When my face is wet with
his spit, Ryan murmurs, "Ride my cock now," and I lift up off his lap, take
his wet cock that's drooling precum and guide it to my asshole. "Just the
head at first," he murmurs as an incredible urge to feel his big fat boner
in my ass comes over me. An overwhelming urge like no other and I whimper
with desire. Ryan purrs, "I know, I know, but just the head." Gently I sit
on his cock, it splits the lips of my anus as another whimper of desire
escapes my throat. Sitting down a tiny bit and the head is inside me with a
groan of pleasure from both of us. I hold in that position as Ryan rubs my
shoulders and the back of my neck with both hands, muttering, to himself
perhaps, "Oooh, it feels so good." His eyes close behind his little round
glasses and I see perspiration on his upper lip so I lean my head over and
slowly lick across his top lip. So low I barely hear him, he says, "You
smell wonderful." His eyes open with my face an inch from his and he rubs
his nose back and forth on my nose as his glasses fog up. "Sit down further
on my cock now, Dylan," and I notice for the first time my legs are getting
tired holding this position. Forgetting that, I sit down three more inches
and moan with pleasure. Ryan's hand covers my mouth as he goes, "Shhhh,
quietly please," and I realize the CD has ended. I wonder when that
happened? "All the way down to my lap now," and when I'm sitting on his
thighs my shoulders shudder from the pleasurable sensations and a spurt of
cum shoots from my cock causing my whole body to shudder on his lap. My
feet shuffle seemingly on their own as I take a big breath sounding like
the most contended sigh I've ever heard. He pulls my head side by side with
his again and my arms just naturally go around his neck as I murmur, "I
love you so, Ryan," and realize I'm out of my little boy frame of
mind. Instead I'm enjoying this adult sexual act. Enjoying it tremendously
and I'm amazed at how Ryan's dragged it out to extract every possible
sensation two gay boys in love with each other can experience together.

We hug with his boner throbbing up my ass and my early spurt of cum turns
out to be nothing more than an eruption of pent-up precum. After a few
minutes of hugging, Ryan whispers, "Ride my cock now, Dylan, but stop when
I say to stop because I don't want to cum in you yet." Still hugging his
neck, our faces side my side, I begin straightening and lowering my legs to
ride his boner that's grown even larger in my rectum. I'm trying to keep my
moans of pleasure quiet, but with Ryan's scent in my head and the feel of
his cute face next to mine it's, "Um, ooh, mmmm, oooh, mmm, feels so good,
Ryan." He's grunting quietly humping his hips up as I ride his cock. The
pleasure sensations in my butt are incredible, my boner drips precum as my
hard cock rubs up and down Ryan's belly, the head pulsating, and after two
minutes I need to stop. I whimper in Ryan's ear, "I'm gonna cum, Ryan." He
mutters, "Me too. Sit on my lap a minute. I do, but the sensations still
vibrate in my ass with my prostate compressed and throbbing against Ryan's
fantastic fat cock. He groans quietly, then real low, he says, "Ease up and
off my boner now and I'll fuck your orgasm out of you. If I climax first
I'll be sure to keep fucking you until you have yours. Then we'll cuddle in
bed naked." That sounds so wonderful, I kiss the side of his face a half
dozen times telling him how much I love him. Then do as I'm told and slowly
ease off his boner. When it pops free I gasp and go, "Ummmmmm, ooooh," then
take quick deep breaths. The lips of my ass contract and open, contract and
open wanting Ryan's boner stretching them again. We stand face to face, our
arms around each other and our boners pressed between us rubbing against
one another as we get a little bit wild with our make-out, sucking each
other's tongue and lips, then licking each other's face as our hands rub
each other's body. It gets hotter and hotter, approaching that frantic
foyer fuck we had after the last day of the semester. Ryan loses his cool
now, nothing's slow and deliberate anymore. He breaks off our kiss making
desperate sounds of arousal, turns me around and rams his boner up my
ass. It's reflex reaction for me to bend my knees when Ryan abruptly turns
me around; I want to get my asshole down low enough that he can shove his
big boner all the way up my ass. We're both making squeaky desperate
sounds, needing to climax now. His hands are on my hips so I bend forward
and he begins pounding his cock up my ass. Skin on skin sounds, 'slap,
slap, slap, slap,' fill the room each time Ryan's crotch slams against my
ass; they're joined by a chorus of our pleasure sounds of deep sexual
arousal and impending climax. My cock tightens up ridiculously hard and
moves away from my body, tears fill my eyes as my balls hum on their own. I
feel the head of Ryan's cock expand and with a muffled sound of elation he
slams into me and shoots a stream of cum into my bowels. I feel it hit and
then extra warmth for a second, followed my an extra slippery feeling
inside me. Another slam into my buttocks, his cock way up inside me with
more cum pouring from Ryan's balls and I go, "Eeeee!" too loudly as a hard
stream of cum shoots down to the floor splattering and coating my sandals
with a spray of cum. My vision blurs as another stream of cum leaves my
cock, then three spurts as I stroke my cock pulling up cum drools. Again my
whole body shudders as hundreds of sensations roll over me, my legs gets
spastic for a few seconds. Then the aftershock causes my shoulders to
shudder again and then I'm limp. Ryan's cum is drooling from my asshole as
his thrusts slow down and then stop. With his cock still in me he gets his
arms around my stomach and pulls me up against him; my back tight against
his chest. He hugs me, humps his hips a few times, then pulls out as I do a
quiet, "Nooo, don't, Ryan."  His cum rolls out of my gaping anus dripping
down my legs. We're both breathing hard, Ryan's rubbing the palms of his
hands on me. Then he slides his boner back up my ass and I go, "Ssssssssss,
aaaah." He pumps my ass for another minute, gasping, then withdraws. Taking
my semi-boner in his fist he leads me to the bathroom. I need to take fast
little steps, but I'm used to doing that by now.

In the bathroom I stand there in a fog of pleasure following another
especially sensational orgasm brought on by Ryan. Without talking he washes
my ass with a washcloth, then cleans his cock. Another swipe of my hole and
he takes my cock in his fist again and leads me to his bed with me in a
submissive frame of mind once more. I love the way Ryan is dominant, it's a
caring dominance that is much more effective in bringing on submissive
feelings and he's the best at it by far. He quietly says, "Get in bed,
Dylan," as he puts his glasses next to the digital clock on the night
stand. I get in his bed and he follows, wrapping me in his arms. Laying my
head next to his while he rocks us gently, I try finding ways to get more
tightly against him. No words for quite a while, just cuddling together
with us doing little kisses on the side of each other's face. I almost doze
off feeling as relaxed and satisfied as I've ever felt; always with Ryan's
scent in my head and the feel of his body making me feel very nice and
comfortable. To keep from falling asleep I rub my nose back and forth in
his hair, then put my tongue in his ear and move it around until he giggles
quietly, saying, "That tickles." I squeeze him now, hugging him against me,
murmuring. The digital clock on his nightstand reads 8:12. I walked through
his bedroom door over an hour ago. We're both in lazy, dreamy moods
enjoying and sharing our bodies together. There's something so unique about
Ryan, some indescribable likable thing about him that makes me want to
absorb him into me so we're always together. I don't know what it is
exactly, it's probably everything that makes him who he is. What a
fortuitous thing that Rob saw the same indescribable something in this
wonderful little guy; little in stature only. He's huge in many ways. This
might be a good time to seek a favor from Ryan, so I ask, "Ryan, what do
you think about you and me getting flattops instead of a burr haircut? You
know, if we can talk Rob into it." He says, "No, I'm sticking with what Rob
wants for me, and you're sticking with what I want for you. You're getting
the short burr haircut all summer." Well, that's two against one, so I
might as well give in graciously, I say, "Okay, Ryan, whatever you say." He
kisses me, mumbling, "I want to feel a crisp short haircut on you, like Rob
wants with me."

Fifteen minutes later he says, "Come on, we're going to take a shower now."
He's still maintaining his edge of being in charge, either consciously or
unconsciously, and of course I love that. Warm water pouring down on us, we
shampoo and bathe each other slowly in his large shower stall using our
hands at times to rub soap onto each others' body, then a washcloth. His
hands massage soap into my cock and balls as I do the same for him. We grin
at each other, then hug and kiss sweetly. We're in the shower a long time,
finishing with a rinse from the hand-held shower head. Ryan directs the
sharp spay under me so the needle spray hits on my asshole and scrotum at
the same time. Then he directs the spray at my cock until I get boned up,
the sharp spray is especially tantalizing on the head of my cock. He hands
the shower head to me and I do the same thing with it as he did and soon
his big cock is hard and leaning to the left. I back up against him wanting
him to fuck me again, but he quietly says, "Not in the shower, Dylan. I'll
fuck you in bed." We dry each other, brush our teeth grinning at each other
with mouthfuls of toothpaste, then rinse it out and wrap our arms around
one another making-out sweetly for five minutes or so. Both our cocks are
like cylindrical rocks pressed between our bellies. He again takes my cock
in his fist, pulling it down away from my stomach, and leads me over to his
bed using my cock as a leash. I quickly get in with Ryan right behind me,
and we kiss some more until we're dripping precum on each other again. Ryan
gets a hand on each off my shoulders and turns me over on my stomach.
Spreading my legs, he gets between them, smacks my ass once, and then
presses his cock head agains my anus pushing it past my sphincter muscle
and I make a muffled sound of pleasure into his pillow. He slowly pushes
his big boner inside me, and then lies on my back to be sure to get every
bit of it in my rectum. He fucks me by just humping his hips off my
buttocks while lying on me and hugging me. I moan and sigh into his pillow
and the wonderful world of pleasure goes on for maybe twenty minutes before
I lift up and cum onto the sheets with such an intense orgasm I can't utter
a sound while it's happening. Then I collapse on the mattress in my own
cum, bury my head in the pillow and squeal with the after effects of that
strange orgasm. It wasn't big spunk-wise, but very big in every other
way. Ryan lasts another two minutes before burying his face against the
back of my neck blowing out a spray of saliva, as he goes, "Wheeeeee,
ahhhhh." His hips humping off my buttocks and his cock pouring another nice
size load of cum inside me. He's humping wildly for half a minute then
stops humping and rubs his face against the back of my head near my
neck. Then we lay quietly, breathing heavily for a minute. Ryan pulls out
of me and we hug for awhile. He murmurs, "That was a wonderful experience.
We'll do a real lovers' fuck in the morning." We wrestle around until we're
in each other's arms, face to face. After a lover's deep kiss, Ryan says,
"We should get to sleep because we'll be getting up early for our lovers'
fuck." I say, "They were both lovers' fucks, Ryan; for me they were." We
talk quietly for awhile and then I remember something, "I need to make our
lunch, Ryan." He says, "Make it in the morning, we're going to sleep now."
Damn, I like when he gets into his cute bossy way. I say, "Yes, Ryan," and
nestle in against him.


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

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