DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION
Chapter 12
by Donny Mumford
Breaking a house rule, Ryan and I were in my bed Tuesday night performing a sexual act. Then Wednesday morning I wake-up alone with no idea when my sex partner went down to his bedroom. Huh, he missed the best part about sleeping over... morning sex. That might be better than night-time sex although there's a lot to be said for afternoon sex too. Afternoon sex is usually extemporaneous which mean hot and heavy, slam bam, thank you Dan! Oh well, Ryan's not always the romantic like Robby and me. We'd never pass up the opportunity for a quickie fuck in the morning. It gets the blood flowing and the day started off on the right foot. As I'm getting out of bed my ass sticks to the sheets for a second. Ha ha, some of Ryan's cum drooled out of my ass and dried while I was sleeping. That makes me grin as I pull on my dick walking into the bathroom for a quick shower.
Twelve minutes later I'm in Ryan's bedroom dressed and ready to go before he's even out of his bathroom. I've always liked being on time, unlike my awesome brother Chubby. That boy has never been a slave to time. Ryan comes out stark naked except for a towel over his shoulder. No matter how many times I see him naked I'm always a little startled by the large cock and balls attached to his slight taut body. Willie is almost identically endowed between the legs but he's a bigger boy so his large penis and big sack of nuts don't contrast with his body size as drastically as Ryan's. On man, two boys right there with excellent equipment and both of them really good at sub/dom fucking. The last couple of months Ryan's occasionally been doing what I'd ordinarily call slow 'lovers sex', except I'm not in love with him so I haven't decided on a name for it yet. It's only 'lovers sex' when Robby and I are doing it.
Ryan/Albert's smiling as he comes over to put his hand behind my head, pulling it down a little so he can kiss me good-morning, and then while rubbing my shorn head he licks up the front of my nose leaving it wet with his toothpaste-smelling saliva. His random kisses are misplaced because we're not lovers. We're close sex-buddies who kiss mostly as foreplay to fucking which is perfectly acceptable. He smacks my ass, asking, "How's my submissive boyfriend doing this morning?" Huh, it always give me a twinge of submissiveness when he's confident like he seems to be this morning brazenly calling me his 'submissive boyfriend'. I know how stupid it must seem to people without a fetish of this nature but for me the concept of being Ryan's 'boy' ignites a submissive sense in me like a pilot light on a stove, and then that lights a buzzing in my dick. It's merely part of my submissive sex play of course, and while I could resist it by ignoring it I don't want to because I enjoy the hell out of it and I like playing along. I'm thinking that kiss good morning was a prelude to a morning quickie, or I should say 'I'm hoping it is'. "I'm good, Albert. How's my boss this morning?" He shrugs, "I'm real good too. Any morning I come out of my bathroom and see you I'm definitely feeling good. You have no idea, boyfriend." Ryan's opening his bureau drawers looking for one of his clean Lockheed-Martin t-shirt that I laundered for him last night. Sensing he's in the mood for a little sub/dom action, I figure some brown-nosing might be just the thing to get the ball rolling, "Um, last night was special, Albert. I thought you were super sexy hot and it was really nice of you to surprise me like that. Anyway, thanks for last night." He grins, "Ouuu, I like hearing my 'boy' say stuff like that." He's laying out khakis, t-shirt, underwear, socks, and handkerchief on the bed. Why he doesn't put them on as he takes them from his bureau I can't imagine, unless...
Rubbing under my nose, I mumble, "Um, we have time, Albert, so if you want me to I'll suck you off and rim you. I'd like to as my little 'thank you' gesture for staying with me last night." He looks over, "Yeah?" and I add, "Yeah, I was feeling weirdly antsy and needy last night in this big strange house all alone, but then you took care of that in an excellent fashion." He says, "That's some good brown-nosing right there, Daniel. Okay, go over and lock the bedroom door and I'll let you suck my dick." I do that as he holds his cock out, asking, "You missed me last night, huh?" I nod my head, "Uh huh," as I drop to my knees and take his cock in my fingers." He mumbles, "That won't happen very often, except there is another stupid meeting next week. Then it'll be three weeks before the next one." I suck the head of his clean cock into my mouth smelling Ryan's bath gel instead of his normal scent. Stroking his cock as I suck some of the shaft into my mouth now as Ryan rubs my head, saying, "We've got Bible study tonight, so we'll miss dinner. Maybe we can grab a pizza before we leave for church." After sucking and stroking his cock for a minute Ryan's concerns for tonight's dinner give way to the sensations flying off his pecker and he starts quietly moaning, "Mmmm, ohh, ahhh, that feels good." I'm stroking his cock with one hand, my other hand is under his balls with a finger pressing next to his asshole. Ryan grunts, "Aaah, ooh," and puts both hands on my head squirming and moving his feet, then going up on his toes, moaning, "Aaaah, ooh, fuck." My own cock is hard now too and pushing out the lap of my khaki pants.
More sucking and licking on his wickedly hard cock as the tip of my finger slips inside his asshole, "Ooooh, ummmm." Some noisy breathing from Ryan, then he pushes my head back stretching my neck as he goes up on his toes, leans over a little and pushes his boner down my throat. His clean damp pubic hairs surround my mouth as I feel my precum drooling into my underpants. Ryan withdraws his cock for a few seconds with me gasping for air as a wonderful submissive fog floats over me. Ryan's a little out of control thrusting his cock back and forth in my throat, his crotch smacking my face with each downward thrust. It seems longer, but it's probably only half a minute before he pulls his boner out completely leaving precum and saliva glistening down my chin. "Get your pants down, Daniel," I rustle around pulling my pants and wet underwear past my knees and get on all fours. Ryan mounts me immediately moaning with sexual arousal. His cock is pushed all the way up my ass and he fucks me doggy style fast and hard for two minutes, "SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP," with both of us moaning and groaning until my back arches, I gulp as my hips hump and out pumps a long string of creamy spunk that makes a four foot wet streak on the carpet. Ryan's almost sitting on me humping against my buttocks firing a load of creamy cum up my ass. I'm shuddering and breathing hard as wonderful sensations swarm around my midsection. Another shudder as Ryan pulls his cock out breathing raggedly. Nothing quite like a hot two and a half minute morning fuck. Holy shit did that hit the spot!
Now he should dominantly force his sloppy cock in my mouth, but instead he backs up and sits on the edge of his bed muttering, "Dumb, dumb, dumb." Taking another deep breath I stand up and quickly take my sneakers, then underpants and khakis off. I'm trying to get my pants off before his cum runs down the back of my leg and stains them. After a few deep breaths I get a dirty look from Ryan, he motions I should follow him into the bathroom. I'm naked from the waist down and Ryan still completely naked. His big cock is flaccid and shiny with his spunk. In the bathroom I'm cleaning my ass, asking, "Where do you keep your underpants? Mine have precum all over the front." He's wiping his cock as I'm washing my ass. He stares at me looking pissed-off and I'm like, "What?" and he goes, "Jesus, Daniel, don't tempt me like that again, what the fuck's wrong with you? We could easily have been heard." I mumble, "Don't blame it all on me," and he takes an exasperated breath, then mutters, "Um, you'll find underwear's in the second drawer in that bureau next to the closet." Not letting it go, I defensively mumble, "Sorry if I can't help it that you make me horny, Albert. You're the boss so all you had to do was say 'no'." He gives me an exasperated 'look', but says nothing.
As I'm choosing the most worn-looking underwear I can find, Ryan comes up behind me, "You know what, Daniel, it's getting harder for me to say 'no' to you. So stop tempting me, that's an order. I'll tell you when we're having sex. Next thing you know I'll be like Rob giving in to whatever you want." For some incredibly stupid reason, I say, "No, don't do that! It's your job to say 'no'. Be tougher on me whenever you think I need it." and he goes, "Yeah, I know what I'm suppose to be doing alright, but thanks for reminding me. I will be tougher on you now that you've asked me to." He swats my bare ass, "Let's get moving, boy." I shrug, grinning, and then get moving. Only a few minutes later I ask myself, 'Why the fuck did you tell him that shit about his responsibility and to get tougher? Are you out of your fucking mind?' It's his idea that I need to have a dominant person in my life in the first place, certainly not mine! So I just reinforced what I don't believe. Oh fuck, it gets confusing with Ryan and me having different agendas, especially when I stupidly reinforce his. Dammit!
After getting dressed we're going down stairs with me glancing at Ryan wondering if maybe I was serious about reminding him to say 'no' to me. Not just about having sex, but for anything. After all I'm interested in being a more mature individual and I have had the thought in the past that hearing 'no' could help. I'll keep an open mind. As for the sub/dom sex, like I've told myself often in the past it's mostly a sexy game to me. Ryan's taking it seriously of course, so maybe the mature thing for me to do is try taking it seriously too. Just as an experiment since he's always saying everything is a joke to me. He's wrong about that because I can be deadly serious when there's something to be serious about. Thinking back over my life I wonder if I qualify as being what some would call 'spoiled'. I mean seriously, am I like a spoiled brat? I don't feel I am, but at the same time I actually can't remember hearing too many 'No' type words in my life. Maybe that's not just me though, maybe nobody hears 'no' all that often. I ask Ryan, "Who tells you, 'No', Albert?" He laughs a sarcastic laugh, "Just about everybody, that's who." Huh!
Outside we're walking to the garage, "Ya know, Albert, that was extemporaneous sex we had this morning. That's what it's called when it's unexpected. What happened is I got the hots for you and wanted to suck you off because you're one sexy guy, and I appreciate that you think you're helping me too. You do believe I appreciate you, don't you?" He stops, "Ya know, I'm starting to believe you do, and maybe it's more than appreciation, but I still may have been shirking my responsibilities." "Whaddaya mean?" He says, "For one thing I should be pushing you dominantly or bossily until you finally tell me to go fuck myself, like you said you would." "Oh yeah, when did I say that?" and he's like, "When we were at the waterfall." Inside the Mini, I ask, "Why would you want to make me tell you to go fuck yourself?" He goes, "To see if you're serious, see if you'd actually do it... I don't think you would. At this rate we'll never know if you would or wouldn't because I'm hardly bossing you at all. Even at work there's not much bossing necessary." I'm like, "What the fuck ya talking about? I did your laundry last night, didn't I?" He drives us onto the main road, "Yeah, but that's almost like nothing because you had to do your's anyway." I go, "I didn't need to do yours." He ignores that, and says, "I need to be more in control of you. If I don't you'll begin looking for that elsewhere." Oh my god, not that bull shit again. I say, "Nah, as I've told you before, the sub/dom thing is a game to me. I like it, but I do not take it seriously. No need at all for you to up your game, or whatever you think you need to do. We're good." He looks over at me, "No, I don't think we are. I think this morning was all about you wanting to feel that submissive sense you like so much, and because I wasn't doing anything dominant you suggested deep throating. You told me how submissive you feel when I deep throat you." I go, "That's such bull crap! I'm a horny guy and I like having sex with my favorite side-sex buddy, that's all there was to it." and he goes, "I don't necessarily mean you thought it out ahead of time consciously. It could have been subconscious thinking on your part." This is boring so I shake my head disagreeing, but not wanting to argue about anything to do with the subconscious I say nothing. Nobody knows what going on with that shit.
He's got it all wrong because he's over thinking it again. The simple explanation is he confidently called me his 'boy' this morning and that increased my urge to have some quick submissive sexy fun, and that's all there was to it. We were getting ready for work earlier than usual so we had the extra time and we put it to good use. Ryan's right about him not being overly bossy though, which is exactly why our relationship has been working so well since we left Merrimack. Sure we had a few little disagreements but they were quickly resolved, and Ryan's been just bossy enough that I can enjoy the sub/dom game for a little while. And that's unlike Willie, who in Key West tried taking the dominant stuff too far. He never knows when to stop so consequently we didn't even get through two days before I said fuck this. In
Ryan's case he spends more time telling me how much he loves me and how grateful he is I'm with him here in Georgia than he does being bossy or dominant. Realistically I'm fooling myself thinking I can take this stuff seriously because it's simply not a serious matter. It's frivolous buddy-sex even if Ryan thinks it's something more. I admit though that I'm feeling differently about Ryan of late. I'm seeing there's more to him than I thought. I was very fond of him to start with, and now I've got a kind of growing respect for him too. I also have this sense he needs my help, and then there's the sub/dom sex part that we see differently, so at times it's all a bit of a confusing mess. Maybe a week from now it'll sort itself out.
Glancing over at Ryan as he drives us to work, I'm liking his new haircut a lot. He has two slight cowlicks at his forehead's hairline, one on either side. I cut his hair on top just long enough to lay on his skull. In front the two cowlicks stick up a little creating a cool hairline for this no-trouble haircut style. He gets out of bed and doesn't need to fuss with his hair. Mostly only the two cowlicks stick up a little then dip down making a blunt point of hair in the middle of his forehead. The hairs at the crown of his head stick up a little too and I think altogether it looks tough, but it's hard to describe. That and his adorable scraggily beard give him a kind of macho look even considering his youthful face and his little round eyeglasses. The eyeglasses have become a liability though and something needs to be done about that.
We arrive at work and walk to the lunch/break room for coffees. Ryan's all business taking a cellphone call as I'm making both our coffees. When we sit down at a table, he goes, "That was Josh Day. He says Aaron called in sick, if you can believe that. There wasn't anything wrong with him yesterday. Anyway I need to figure out what to do. I could be Sam's partner and then do my job after work, or assign Sam to you and Da'george and you three could try to stay on schedule with one less set of hands." I go, "Yeah boss, we'll take Sammy and I'll bet we finish our workload and their's too. It's not like Aaron does a hell of a lot except pontificate about inane topics in that booming voice of his all day." Ryan's biting his bottom lip, thinking I suppose, then he goes, "Yeah, okay, we'll see how much you three can get done by lunch time. If I need to I'll work with you guys after lunch, then stay late doing what I need to on the main computer." He looks at his cellphone, "Balls, I'm late for my morning meeting with Josh. See ya in a little while." He takes his coffee with him and I'm thinking he did okay there. No panic about Aaron out sick today, just thinking about possible solutions. Good for him, and for me too. It means I don't need to worry about both of us. Ryan's taking care of himself pretty well so I can mostly stop worrying about him on the job.
Sammy comes in looking nervous as usual. I grin, "Sammy, whassup?" He says, "Good morning, Danny. Um, I got yelled at in the parking lot and almost peed my pants." Ha ha, oh man, was I ever like Sammy? He's getting a coffee as I ask, "Who yelled at you, Sammy?" He sits down, "Some woman. She said I should have stopped and let her walk across the street in front of me. She called me an asshole." I frown, "Really? Here in the parking lot?" He nods his head, "Yep, and there wasn't a cross walk or anything. I was going only about ten miles an hour." I go, "Everybody feels they have the right away nowadays. Did you give her the finger?" He goes "Of course, and she screamed that she's got my license plate number and she's calling the police." He looks worried as I'm laughing out loud, then I say, "Yeah, the cops love an
important 911 call like that interrupting their eighth donuts and coffee break of the day. Oh man, that's awesome!" He mutters to himself, "Next time I'm running that cunt over." I can't stop laughing now because that's the last thing I expected Sammy to say. Da'george walks in seeing me laughing so he's chuckling too because laughing can be contagious. He's like, "What?" and Sammy, who has no idea why I'm laughing, seriously says, "I told Danny I'd run that cunt in the parking lot over if she gives me any shit the next time I see her," and Dog starts laughing, patting Sam on the back. Oh fuck, Sammy looks so young and innocent and shy. Never expected to hear that from him.
The three of us take our beverages to the loading dock so Dog and I can have a smoke. Sam sits with us at the edge of the loading dock, our feet dangling over the side. I tell them about Aaron calling in sick. Dog shrugs mumbling, "He can't keep up with our boy, Sammy, here. Can he Sam? He's feeling inadequate." Sam says, "I don't know." Then Sam asks me, "What'll I do, Danny, I don't have a partner?" I say, "Oh, I meant to tell you, you're working with Dog and me today. That's what the boss said earlier." Dog pats Sam's back, "Yeah, mothafucka, you can give our team some class, right, Sammy?" Sam shrugs, "I don't know about that," Then, even though the Smith brothers don't smoke they bring their coffees out to the loading dock because it's a beautiful Georgia morning. Stinky says, "Yo guys, guess who Albert's related to?" They're leaning up against the building. I turn around, "It's no secret, Stinky, he's the big boss's son." Dog asks, "Whaddaya mean?" and I explain the situation. Jayden Smith goes, "You're living with them, right?" I nod my head, and Jayden adds, "Dude, you got it made." Stinky mumbles, "Far as I can tell, bro, Albert don't give Danny no special treatment." I'm like, "I don't want any specials treatment, Stinky. I like being just one of the regular worker bees." He mumbles, "Bees? Whaddaya mean?" I wave my hand dismissively and that's the end of that discussion. It's about time somebody noticed the coincidence of Ryan's last name being the same as the chief operating officer's. I'm glad it's out in the open because I felt kinda sneaky not telling the guys. I'm especially relieved that they can see I'm not getting any special treatment too.
Dog, Sammy, and I work together with Sammy moving like a workaholic or something. Dog and me exchange eye rolls at how hard the kid works. Sam only speaks when he's asking a question while Dog and I are goofing around calling each other, and everything piece of equipment were working with, mothafuckas. It's mothafucka this and mothafucka that. It's gets funny after awhile. It seems funny when we're doing it anyway. At morning break Sam goes to the bathroom as Dog gets his tea and me my coffee. Then out on the loading dock smoking, Dog says, "So you're living with our big boss and you're fucking his son, huh? They aware of that?" I ask, "How'd you know he's my boyfriend?" He goes, "The way you guys look at each other from time to time." Huh! Exhaling smoke, I go, "Well, to be accurate, I'm the fuck'ee, not Albert. And yes, his parents know we're gay boyfriends. No fucking in the house though. That's a house rule." He chuckles, "And you obey that rule, huh?" I mutter, "Not exactly." He pats my back, "No offense, but ya'll can do better that little four-eyed peckerwood?" I ask, "What's a peckerwood?" He says, "Redneck white trash," and I laugh. "Albert ain't no peckerwood, Dog. His daddy's rich. Anyway Albert's sexy." He just shakes his head, muttering, "Eye of the beholder, mothafucka!"
Curious that Dog is blasé about me and Ryan being gay. Is it possible he's not one-hundred percent straight himself? He's messing with his hair again, so I'm like, "Yo, Dog, ya want me to fix your hair for you? I can cut it anyway you want." He goes, "I'm contemplating that, ya gay mothafucha, and leaning towards 'no', but there's still a 'maybe' in my head, so I don't know yet." He's about ready to flick his cigarette butt to the black top again but I reach over and take it from his fingers, then get up to drop both our butts in one of the cans of sand. Sitting back down, I go, "If you decide to let me give you a haircut, Dog, I'll show you the peckerwood's house. It's something alright." He asks, "Ya'll really think you can give me a good haircut even though ya never cut a brother's hair before." I go, "I'm positive I can!" Sammy's finally out of the bathroom and he touches my shoulder, "Um, Danny?" I turn my head and see him standing there with his can of Coke, "Yeah, Sammy, wassup?" He sits next to me and goes, "Um, you cut hair, huh?" I go, "Excellently, if I do say so myself. Why, you want a haircut?" He shrugs, "Oh, I don't know. I just didn't know you had that talent, that's all." I'm finishing off the last of my coffee as he goes, "Um, would you?" I go, "Would I give you a haircut? Sure, if you want me to." He goes, "I don't know," and I ask, "Is that suppose to be a flat top haircut ya got there, Sammy?" He shrugs, "Uh huh, three months ago it was anyway." "We'll work something out, okay?" He nods his head, but doesn't say anything. I've got two big talkers for my work partners here. Finally Dog says, "You be my guinea pig, Sammy. Danny will give you a haircut and I'll see how the mothafucka looks. If it's all fucked-up like some momma's home haircut y'all can punch Danny out, and I'll know not to let him get near my hair." Sammy says, "Okay, Dog. When can you do it, Danny?" I say, "Some day this week follow Albert and me to his house. It's like ten minutes from here. Maybe we can even do it today. I'll ask, Albert." He nods his head.
Later on our way to the cafeteria for lunch, Ryan catches up with Dog, Sammy, and me, saying, "Congratulations. I just finished totaling our morning output and you guys almost worked as much product as two full teams. If it won't fuck up your teamwork too much, I want to work with you for a couple of hours this afternoon so we can totally catch up and totally be on schedule." I could wait for hell to freeze over before Dog or Sammy would say anything, so I'm like, "Whatever you say, boss," and he thinks for a minute, then, "Good, I'd kinda like to avoid hearing Josh telling me we're behind schedule, but you guys were awesome this morning." I say, "By the way, boss, the cat's out of the bag. Everyone knows you're the big boss's son." He goes, "Oh, I thought everybody knew that already." Dog says nothing, it's like Ryan isn't even here, and Sammy just sneaks a look at Ryan, who asks, "You guys mind if I eat lunch with you?" I wait a beat hoping either Dog or Sam will say something, then give up on that and say, "Of course we don't mind." Ryan eats lunch with us with Dog and Sammy glancing at him as if Ryan's an exotic animal. He's the big boss's gay son, and my boyfriend, so I guess that quite an unusual combination. Come to think of it though, I'm not sure Sam knows we're gay. Ryan and I do all the talking as we eat lunch and afterwards when we're walking back to our unit ahead of the others, Ryan chuckles and then whispers to me, "They don't talk much, do they?" I mumble, "Not a hell of a lot, no." The four of us work together and it becomes like an unannounced contest of who can get the most done with the fewest errors. Ryan's a hard worker but none of us can keep up with Sammy, and he's accurate too. By the afternoon break we're ahead of schedule. Ryan says, "Wow! You guys work good! We're ahead of schedule now so I'll leave you three getting at it the rest of the afternoon and I'll try catching up on my work," and that's what we do.
The horn goes off at four-thirty and I tell Sammy to wait a second before taking off, then go over to Ryan, "Yo Albert, damn good day at work, huh?" He goes, "I'll say!" and I'm still standing here, so he asks, "What's up?" I tell him, "Sammy asks me for a haircut. Is your mother home?" He shakes his head, "Doubtful, Daniel, let me check." He takes his cell phone out and calls her. "Hello, mother, just a reminder we have Bible study tonight and we won't be home for dinner," then, "Yeah, we had a really good day at work. Um, what are you up to this afternoon?" He listens, says goodbye, then to me, "She's on the golf course with three other women and after their round of golf they're eating at the club, so take Sam over this afternoon while I'm catching up on my work." I'm hesitant, "Um, I'd rather wait for you. I'd feel funny being in the house without anyone else there, and by that I mean without you there. Heh heh." He hands me his key ring with the Mini and house key on it, saying, "Don't be like that, Daniel, it's your home too. I insist, take him over and come back to pick me up afterwards." Very authoritative, so I shrug not feeling right about this, but I guess since he insists I won't make a big deal out of it. I mumble, "Okay, if you say so. And thanks, Albert. See you in a little while."
Sammy's sitting at his computer terminal sneaking glances at us until I wave to him and he comes over with half a grin on his lips, asking, "What?" I go, "This afternoon's a good time for your haircut. You might as well ride over with me because I've gotta come back here anyway to pick-up Albert." Sam nods and follows me to the Mini, then says, "Cool car." We get in and I put the top down. The only way we're going to have a conversation is if I start it. Driving past the guard at the gate I give a little hand wave and ask Sam, "Where do you normally go for haircuts?" he says, "My granddad's barbershop, but he had a heart attack and died two days after my last haircut." I go, "Oh, I'm sorry, Sam," and he goes, "Nah, it's okay. He was always mean to me and his haircuts were for shit anyway. I'm not grieving too much." I try not to laugh, but the unexpected things he says! I manage to mutter, "Huh," and then ask, "No other barbershops around?" He mumbles, "I get nervous about what to tell a new barber. I've gotten my hair cut from granddaddy my whole life. Everything makes me nervous." I ask, "You nervous now?" He goes, "Um, I'm almost peeing my pants right now about you giving me a haircut, but I really need one and I'd rather you do it than me going into some strange barbershop." I ask, "You must have been super nervous interviewing for this job?" He shakes his head slowly, mumbling, "The most nervous ever, I almost peed my pants." He's always saying he almost peed his pants. Maybe he has a urine fetish, or maybe that's a stretch of logic on my part as big as the grand canyon. In any case I'm not asking him about it. Instead I say, "Jeez, Sam, I'd think you'd be more nervous wondering how good or bad a barber I might be?" He goes, "Yep, I'm almost peeing my pants I'm so nervous about that too." I have to laugh this time and pat his shoulder, "I'm really good, Sammy, no worries." The thing is, Sammy's not trying to be funny when he says these things, he's deadly serious.
After parking the Mini where Ryan parks it, we're walking to the house with me feeling weird about going in their house alone. On the other hand, I think I'd feel weirder if his mother was here. Ryan says this is my house too for the better part of ten weeks, so I guess I should adopt that same attitude. I say, "Here we are, Sammy," as I unlock the door. He mumbles, "Big house," as he's looking around, and then inside he goes, "I've never been in any place like this before." In the basement I ask him to take his shirt off, and after five minutes of explaining why he should, he hesitantly does it. Wow, this kid looks solid, but not muscle bound. Flat, hard stomach and as I mentioned before he's got a bad-ass looking set of guns on him too. I wouldn't want to get in a fight with him. As he sits down, also hesitantly, for something to say, I ask, "When's your next fight?" He goes, "Saturday night at the Club. I'm fighting a real good junior welterweight, Ta'ron Arnold." Wetting his hair, I mumble, "Good luck Saturday night, Sammy," then I do the quickest shampoo I've ever done because Sam's as stiff as a board. He never relaxed and I can actually feel how uncomfortable he is. As I'm drying his hair with a towel, I ask, "Never had anyone shampoo your hair for you before, huh?" He goes, "Uh uh, never." I explain why I shampoo first, then wonder if he's nervous because I'm gay, if he even knows I'm gay. After finishing drying his hair with the hair dryer and we're walking to the barber stool, I ask, "Did Dog tell you I'm gay, is that part of the reason you're nervous?" He shakes his head, "Uh uh, I didn't know you were gay." Well now he does. "Me being gay, does that make you uncomfortable?" He shakes his head, "Nope, you don't make me uncomfortable, Danny. You make me feel comfortable. One time a gay dude in the men's room at the bus terminal when me and Golden went to visit Adam in Virginia touched my ass and I told him not to do that. When he touched me again I punched him twice real fast and knocked him out, and that was that. One of his teeth went flying and landed in a toilet. And Jocko's gay too, and I like him..." Huh, I think I won't ask who Golden, Adam and Jocko are. I merely mumble, "Well, you don't need to worry about me touching your ass, Sammy, so you've got no reason to punch me." He mutters, "I know," maybe meaning he knows I know that he'd punch the shit outta me if I made a pass at him. He need not worry about that though because I've no sexual interest in Sam at all. I'm kinda glad Dog didn't tell Sam I'm gay, but I'm not surprised because Dog's not the kind of guy who'd gossip.
Combing through Sam's hair, I ask, "You want a flat top haircut, right?" He nods his head. Sam's shy at work, and then sometimes it's like he's almost comatose. Working he's a whirlwind of activity. No talking though. His hair is a darker shade of blond than Robby's and mine, that's if I had any hair. Sam's hair is very average except for a cowlick at the left front hairline. That should add a nice touch to a flat top. A small problem is the ridge down the middle of his skull, which some guys have instead of a smooth rounder top of the skull. As a premiere barber of course I know how to handle this, but it is a bit of a pain in the ass when doing flat tops. A few of the posse boys, or ex-posse boys I guess, have the same ridge and I'm familiar with the situation. Right now Sam's hair doesn't have any hair style I've ever seen. He can't comb it because when it was long enough to comb he never bothered and now his hair basically just sticks out stiffly all over his head. It's course textured so only a short hair style can tame it. Naturally he doesn't say a word while the clippers are buzzing during the haircut. I don't cut it too short because if he wants it shorter I can do that, but I can't make it longer if he feels it's too short. It takes me ten or twelve minutes and then he has himself a very good, slightly longish flat top. It changes his appearance quite a bit for the better I might add. I use a soft barber's brush to sweep clippings off his shoulders and back. He can take care of the cut hairs on his lap himself. My normal method of brushing the hair off guy's shoulders is using the palms of my hands and feeling a young dude's body, but that might freak Sammy out and I'd need to visit the 'dennis', as Dog claims I say dentist.
Sam checks himself out in the mirror and breaks out in a smile, "Hey, this is a better flat top than granddaddy ever did." I mutter, "Thanks, Sammy, I'm sure that's high praise." He goes, "No, not really because granddaddy couldn't cut hair for shit. Every haircut from him I felt I was scalped." I try not to laugh, saying, "Yeah, I know what your mean first hand." He points to my head, "Your barber blows, Danny. You should cut your own hair." I let it slide and he puts his shirt on, saying, "Thanks! How much do you charge?" I didn't even think to tell him it's free. I wonder how much he's willing to pay. Maybe I should say something like $45.00 as a joke... ha ha. I go, "For you, Sammy, it's free. You my mothafuckan homie, bro, we work together." He mumbles, "Oh man, that's really nice of you." We're outside again less then twenty minutes after we went inside, and now Sammy's looking a bit more relaxed. During the drive back to the plant I see him checking himself out in the side rear view mirror a number of times. When I park at the plant, he asks, "Can you give my brothers haircuts too?" I go, "Dude, I'm sorry, but I got a lotta stuff going on right now. For you though, anytime." He goes, "Oh, okay," and he walk towards his car with me feeling bad for blowing him off like that, so I yell, "How many brothers do you have, Sammy?" He goes, "Six," and I go, "Huh, brothers are cool. See you tomorrow," and leave it at that. Gee, I wonder if Sammy were a cute hot dude if I might find the time to give his six brothers haircuts? If Sam were cute there's a good chance his brothers would be cute too, but not the case here.
Inside I hook up with Ryan and he asks, "How'd it go?" and I relate everything getting him laughing at some of the things Sammy blurted out. Then he laughs again at me backing away from haircuts for Sam's six brothers. He finishes up what he needs to do in ten minutes while I smoke a cigarette outside feeling bad all over again about not helping Sammy's brothers with haircuts. Maybe they're poor and his parents can't afford haircuts for the five who aren't working. The grandfather didn't charge for haircuts obviously. I probably wouldn't need to include his older brother who's a mechanic working on jet engines. I'll talk to Sammy about it tomorrow. If it's down to say three or four brothers because one is a toddler maybe, and another brother's older and working too, I could give the other brothers haircuts in less than an hour. During the ride home Ryan talks about today and how he appreciates Dog and me working with Sam. It's obvious Ryan's feeling good about the job he's doing as supervisor/boss, which as I've said allows me to relax about it too. After parking at the house, Ryan says, "We're gonna do a little carpentry work, Daniel," and he rubs my head, adding, "I need hidden access to my boyfriend's bed where I can satisfy his sexual appetite." I ask, "We're going to open up that staircase?" He goes, "Yes we are."
When we're in the basement Ryan sees Sammy's hair on the floor and all the barber stuff on the work bench, and shouts, "Jesus, Daniel! You didn't sweep up or put anything away! I'm disappointed you'd just leave the hair on the floor like that," and he swats my ass. I'm a little whiny, saying, "It's because Sam was so uncomfortable I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. I was gonna sweep it up as soon as we got home." Again I'm realizing I've referred to Ryan's house as 'home'. He goes, "Okay, just get it done now, and if there's a next time don't let me come down here and see you haven't cleaned-up after yourself." I'm frowning thinking he's going overboard about this, then I remember this morning when I said he needs to be tougher on me. I'm such an idiot! I do a good job of cleaning up, even wiping up some old dried cum stains I missed when Ryan fucked me after my haircut on Monday. Then I think about Ryan giving me this ridiculously short haircut and just thinking about it while rubbing my fingers over my head I get a nice semi-boner. That haircut from Ryan was sexually hot for my fetish, but the haircut didn't last very long. I think I'll ask him to do it slower next Monday.
Ryan's been rounding up carpentry tools and when I'm done the clean-up, he says, "Here, carry these up to my bedroom. I need to pick up a few more things." He has various tools in a cardboard box that I hump up two fights of stairs to his bedroom, then wonder if I'm suppose to go back down for more. Figuring the safest bet is to go back down, that's what I do and he says, "There's the rest of the tools in that box on the work bench. I don't think I'll need most of these tools, but we'll have them if it turns out I do." I'm standing here, mumbling, "Okay, I don't know much about carpentry so I hope you're not expecting much help from me " He says, "I took a workshop course in carpentry at prep school so you'll just be my helper," then he looks up, "What are you waiting for, Daniel, take that box upstairs. I'll be up as soon as I can find something to use as a drop cloth." Huh, bossy little fucker. I carry another box of tools up and a minute later Ryan comes up carrying what looks like a shower curtain. Hope he didn't strain himself. "Daniel, now I want you to neatly take everything out of my closet and lay it on my bed. I'll figure how best to open the staircase without making a mess." Taking the clothes, plus the coat hangers off the rod in the double-door closet I lay everything on his bed. Jesus, he's got a lot of clothes. I counted seven suits and two sport jackets. Lots of ties and I don't know how many shirts and dress slacks. Arranging the clothes neatly on the bed I get this crazy urge to be fucked in Ryan's bed. Yes, that's what I really want to do. I was hoping I'd be sleeping with him in his bed the whole time I'm here, but that's not coming close to happening. Still, somehow I'm going to make sure he fucks me in his bed at least once.
When I've transferred everything from the closet to his bed, Ryan spreads the shower curtain over his clothes, saying, "Cutting the dry wall is gonna create a lot of plaster dust." Unfamiliar with hand saws and such, I don't know the names of most of the tools Ryan had me carry up here. Scratching his ear he says, "I'm not sure what's the best way to do this." He has the best shaped ears. No, Robby's are better now that I picture him in my head.
Everything about Robby's better than anyone. Huh, except Chubby has the best nose I've ever seen. I'm watching Ryan tap on the dry wall lightly with a hammer wondering what the fuck he's doing. As if reading my mind, he turns to me and says, "I'm trying to locate two-by-fours. When the tap sounds solid, like this, it's probably the stud. He hits a nail through the drywall and it goes all the way through, so no stud there. Another nails gets hammered through a little over to the right, and another one until the nails are right next to a stud. He marks it with a pencil and finds the bottom of the stud, then draws a line along the edge of the stud from top to bottom as a guide for sawing through the dry wall. I'm sitting in his desk chair absently smelling the back of my wrist as Ryan's locating the other stud. I don't know shit about carpentry, but if I was doing this I'd do it from the other side where the studs are exposed. Ryan hands me an electric cord for the tool he's holding, saying, "Can you get off your ass and plug in this reciprocating saw. Use that socket right there." I do that as he's using a cordless drill to make a three-quarter inch hole at the top and bottom on either side of both studs. Then he uses the reciprocating saw to cut through the dry wall from the ceiling to the floor of the closet. The tool he uses has a saw blade sticking straight out the top of the tool and Ryan drags it along the line he drew and it cuts the dry wall like a hot knife through butter. He does it again on the other stud, then across the top and bottom of the drywall. And, ta da, a rectangle of dry wall drops onto the staircase behind his closet's back wall. Ryan does a mock cheer and I clap, "Nice job, boss." He says, "Okay then," pleased with himself. Then, "Take this piece of dry wall to the basement." Rolling my eyes, I take it as he starts on the second piece of dry wall.
By the time I get back to his bedroom he hands me the other piece of dry wall and I take that to the basement. I believe my role's not so much a 'helper' and it's a 'gofer' or gopher. I'm back in the bedroom again and he's sawed off both two-by-four studs and I take them to the basement. All the humping up and down the stairs blows, but it's for a good cause. I'm back again a little winded. Ryan has a vacuum cleaner out saying, "Use this to get up all the dry wall dust while I trim-out this opening." I vacuum most of the carpet in his bedroom, and this is by no means the first time I've vacuumed, not by a long shot. Seems like I've been doing it most of my life because Chubby and I always helped clean the condos and we ran the vacuum in our apartments at college too. We're neat like that with the exception being my brother's bedroom. After fifteen minutes of vacuuming, the carpet looks good until Ryan's like, "Ah, come on, Daniel, go over everything again. There can't be any traces of this dry wall dust or it'll raise suspicion, vacuum under the bed too." Looked alright to me so I fume a little, but go over everything a couple of times until I can't see any dust at all. I get this goofy feeling that I don't want Ryan to be disappointed in me again. When I'm done he inspects, mumbling, "Pretty good, thanks," and then he goes over the entire area with the vacuum cleaner himself. Fuck him! It was clean.
Anyway, now there's a finished entrance to this secret staircase. It eliminates any chance of his parents coming out of their bedroom seeing Ryan going or coming from my bedroom. The thinking is: what they don't know won't hurt them. We both go up the stairs and find we're in a unfinished part of the attic, unfinished except there's a plywood floor. We walk over and open a door to a storage area with a sloping ceiling and then over to the next door which leads into my bedroom. I'm like, "This door was locked from my side," and Ryan turns the little thing in the middle of the door knob, saying, "It's not locked now." As we're going back down the stairs Ryan's like, "Okay, good job. Our secret staircase, Daniel!!" and he rubs my head, then says, "Take all the tools to the basement while I rehang all these clothes." I do that and get a cramp in my leg on the last trip. I walk in Ryan's bedroom limping with a painful knot in my right calf. He asks, "What's wrong now?" I go, "I got a cramp in my leg because I've been up and down two and three flights of stairs fifty fuckin' times." He mutters, "Ya big baby. Sit in my desk chair." He kneels down and with surprisingly strong hands massages and kneads the cramp out of my calf until it feels tingling good. "Thanks, Albert, it feels good now," and I stand up getting a smack on my butt, with Ryan saying, "Hurry and get cleaned-up for Bible study. We won't have time to eat so well eat afterwards. Wear what you wear to dinner, plus a tie. And don't forget your Bible." My Bible? Balls, we gotta wear a tie to this thing! Another smack on my ass and I go up the secret stairs to my bedroom.
As I'm washing I've gotta admit to myself that Ryan did a good job opening the staircase. He finished the opening with molding around the entrance to the stairs and he says he going to put a door on the opening the next chance we get when alone in the house. Putting on my dress shirt, khaki pants, loafers and a tie I'm bitching to myself the whole time. I'm already tired of wearing the Wilcox dinner dress code, and now with a tie no less, and without dinner this time. Bible study, what's that anyway? Going down the regular stairs to the second floor I check Ryan's bedroom to see if he's still getting ready, but he's not there so I go to the first floor and find him in the kitchen with a can of Coke in his hand. He takes a long drink from the can then hands it to me, "Finish it, Daniel, then put the can in the recycle bin and tie my friggin' necktie for me." I chug the rest of the Coke and get rid of the can, then stand behind Ryan tying his tie, asking, "You intend being this gruff with me all the time?" He says, "No, sorry. It's just I hate going to the Bible study group so I get irritable. Sorry for taking it out on you." Both ends of his tie are equal and then we're out the door carrying our Bibles looking like a couple of those polite, neatly attired,
well groomed young men who go door to door spreading the word of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I think they're Mormons.
As soon as we're in the vestibule of the Baptist church heading for the steps to the basement, a lady says, "Albert, a word with you please." He goes, "Yes ma'am, Mrs. Martin," and walks over to her. So the minister's married. That's good to know. Ryan's back in thirty seconds muttering under his breath, "Fuck! I gotta have a follow-up meeting with Minister Martin during break tonight." I don't say anything hoping I'm not mentioned in conjunction with that meeting. We go down stairs and see about twenty guys approximately our age milling around in little groups. Half of them are wearing ties but all of them are wearing either blue or white dress shirts and khakis of one kind or another. Ryan leads me right over to stand against the back wall which is probably where he stands alone when I'm not here. This time though Bradford Blake comes over as Ryan's eyes seem to be saying, 'What the fuck?' Brad says to me, "Hi, Boston," and we bump fist. Then he holds his hand out to shake with Ryan, saying, "We haven't had a chance to say hello yet, Albert. I'm Brad Blake, wassup, dude?" Ryan does a limp handshake, mumbling, "Not much." Awkward three second silence which I break-up by asking Ryan, "How long is Bible study?" Ryan's still in shock, so Brad answers, "A little over two hours. We have a fifteen minute break after the first hour." Then he says to Ryan, "Bible study is kind of interesting if you approach it with an open mind, don'cha think, Albert?" Ryan mumbles, "Yeah, I guess." acting anything but confident. This is so weird.
Then a cute little guy comes drown the steps and I find myself staring at him. Brad looks where I'm staring and with a big smile on his face, he calls out to the kid, "Hey, Timmy, over here." The cute kid looks around for a second, spots Brad and he also has a big smile on his face. He walks over and does the one arm hug and pat on the back with Brad, who says, "Tim Dulson, meet Albert Wilcox and Danny Newman." We all bumps fists, asking, "Hey, wassup?" with none of us answering the question. Now Ryan is staring at Timmy too. Tim's an inch or so taller than Ryan and maybe two inches shorter than me. He's very slim, like Brad, with an even skimpier beard than Ryan's and just a hint of a pale mustache. He looks eatable. He has one of those pale complexions that always makes him look clean and new, light brown hair parted on the side, and a pretty smile. Bow lips, very white teeth that have a little separation between all the top ones. Cute boyish facial features and he's altogether just someone you wanna hug. Brad goes, "Timmy's my best bud and I guess you guys are best buds too, huh, Albert?" Ryan sort of stands closer to me, mumbling defensively, "We're, um, boyfriends," and Timmy goes, "No shit, so are Brad and me. You're the first gay guys we know, right Brad?" Brad goes, "Yeah, I told Timmy about you two," then he looks at me, "I just guessed Albert was your boyfriend." I go, "Huh, how'd ya figure that out?" He says, "Well, you told me you're gay and your staying with Albert, and you've only been here two days as of last Sunday, so who else would you know here? Ya know?" Looking at his boyfriend, he says, "So I guessed right, huh Timmy?" He smiles his awesome smile making me smile along with him, as he says, "Yeah, and I told Brad it's about fucking time we had some guys on our team in this hick town." His words sound confident and kinda tough, but not the way he said the words. He talks meekly like he's not sure of himself, often glancing at Brad like he wants Brad's approval. We hear someone say, "Everyone take your seats, please." I look over and a nice looking young man, who couldn't be much older than we are standing at a podium. There's an alcove section of the basement. The podium is at the back of the alcove in front of five rows of five chairs each.
Brad says, "Come on, boys, we'll sit together," and just like that Brad's our leader. As we follow him, Ryan's giving me a look like, 'What's happening?' Brad sits in the front row with Timmy on his left. He says, "You sit here, Danny," so I'm on his right. My choice would be to sit in the back row, or better yet stand against the back wall, or my real first choice would be standing outside. "Hi guys, I'm Steven Grant as most of you know, and it's my turn to lead us in our Bible study. We'll start off with a prayer. Do we have a volunteer?" Brad holds up his hand and Steven nods at him so Brad stands and everyone bows their head. He gives a rather long seemingly sincere prayer and most everyone says, "Amen," when he's finally done Steven begins, "What's in a name? Well, the full title of our Bible study is 'Life Bible studies' and it's indeed Bibles studies for life. God calls us to study His word through the Bible so that we may find fullness of life. Studying the Bible is a lifelong endeavor that lasts until we each go home to heaven. Thus, it is indeed Bible study for life. Our Bible studies here at the Marietta Baptist church is also a way to connect with others and grow together." Brad pats my leg nodding his head while making eye contact, like: 'Yeah, we're connecting with others alright, other gay boys like ourselves'. Yeah, we are, but I have a sneaking suspicion that's probably not what Steven meant.
Steven says, "Our focus tonight is focal passages Ephesians 3:7-21." And everyone turns pages in their Bibles so I do too, although I don't know why I'm doing it. Then Ryan finds the correct page in my Bible giving me a nervous little grin and a nod of his head. The bossy confident Ryan has taken the night off I guess. Steven calls on different guys to read passages and then there's discussion about what the passages means, and there are differences of opinion. I'm totally out of it and have no opinion about any of it. I don't even know what some of it's referring to, so my mind's wandering to things like: why aren't there any girls in this class, not that I especially want any, and what's Bradford have in mind coming 'out' like that with Timmy, and I'm thinking Bradford's showing a much more dominant attitude tonight as compared to Sunday afternoon. He was self deprecating then and I guess he was just feeling me out. Guess he came to the correct conclusion about me and he fucked me to prove it. Not that I'm complaining. He has correctly identified me as being like his boyfriend, Timmy, which is to say sexually submissive. Then Ryan's talking and I didn't even know he stood up. Guess I'm not paying attention to my Bible study. Ryan says, "In 3:10-13 God's purpose was to show his wisdom in all it's rich variety to all the rulers and authorities in his heavenly realms. I guess that means they'll all understand this when Jews and Gentiles are joined together in his church." He sits down and Steven says, "Excellent, Albert, and thank you for finally participating," and there's some clapping with Ryan blushing and grinning. I've no fucking idea what's going on with that either.
More analysis and discussion, then Steven says. "Great participation tonight, boys. Let's take a fifteen minute break and then we'll delve into 14-21 where Paul had four prayer requests." Everyone stands up talking. Ryan says, "I'll be with Minister Martin, Daniel. There's snacks at the other end of the room." I mutter, "See you in a while, Albert." He goes off taking a look back at me still unable to figure out why Brad introduced himself and then casually came out of the closet. On Brad's part he just assumed it was Ryan who was my boyfriend and here in Marietta he guessed correctly, but it was ballsy of him to assume. So, I don't know what to do now. Then Brad grabs my arm and tells me, "Go with Tim and I'll meet up with you two in a minute." Tim says, in his little voice, "Follow me, Daniel," and we casually walk towards the back door with Timmy taking out a pact of cigarettes. Apparently the guys who smoke go out one of the three doors to smoke outside. We
go out the back door, just the two of us. Outside he takes my hand and pulls me over to a small building and we go inside where I see there are all kinds of gardening tools and stuff like seeds and fertilizers. The only light in here is coming through the window from the overhead lights around the parking lot. I ask, "What are we doing, Timmy?" He giggles, "Whaddaya think, the same thing Bradford and you did after church last Sunday. I only wish
I was there with you. Um, you're even cuter than Brad said you were."
Okay, I can go for a hot quickie and Brad's like the perfect side-sex buddy, or at least he was Sunday. Timmy pulls his pants down revealing a very small dick, and I mean smaller than Chubby's and Robby's and no where near as fat as theirs. His dick reminds me of a needle. And, as Brad mentioned, Tim shaves his pubes like me. Very small penis, but normal size balls that look big in comparison to his dick. He's apparently perfectly comfortable with his small package though as he plays with himself without feeling the need to say anything about it. I don't think he needs to say anything about it either. I could take that whole thing in my mouth with no problem, his balls too, and I wouldn't mind doing exactly that except Brad comes in grinning and chuckling, then muttering, "This has gotta be fast, boys." he looks at me and sternly says, "Danny, get your pants down," as he pulls his down to his knees. Timmy leans over, picks up Brad's normal sized cock, and sticks it in his mouth sucking wetly and noisily on it. I watch with my eyes bulging, hardly believing we're doing this. These Southern boys have a lot of guts pulling this off at Bible study break. Brad rubs Timmy's head, saying, "Tim, give Danny a turn now," and Timmy pulls Brads cock, fairly hard now, from his mouth and holds it in his fingers. It's dripping with his saliva as he looks at me, "Go ahead, Danny," and I bend over and take it in my mouth with my cock getting hard. I like sucking cock and this one has Timmy's spit all over it making it even sexier.
As I suck Brad's cock into a hard boner, Timmy's bent under me sucking my dick and I swear I'm going to have a premature ejaculation and embarrass the shit out of myself. I'll be known as the Boston boy who's so inexperience he blows his load while blowing a guy. Brad's been quietly grunting and chuckling, mumbling, "You boys suck cock the same way, almost identically and I mean awesomely." Then, "Stop, Danny, or I'll cum all over your face. Timmy get my condom out of my pant's pocket." As Tim's doing that, Brad says," Danny, turn around and grab hold of something." Timmy giggles, "This is so cool, Bradford," as he rips open the condom packet and rolls it on Brad's boner, saying, "Do me first, Bradford." Brad chuckles, "You'll always be first in my book, Timmy. Turn around and get that ass of your's up high." Timmy turns around and leans over to put his hands on the same huge unopened bag of fertilizer my hands are on. Grinning at me he goes up on his toes sticking his cute hairless ass way up. He's a cute little fucker! One of his hands moves over on top of my hand and he squeezes, nodding his head, murmuring, "Brad fucks good, don't he?" I nod, hardly believing this.
Then Timmy's face looks shocked as Brad shoves his boner in. Timmy arches his skinny back way more than I can arch mine. He's like a gymnast with Brad forcing his cock all the way up Timmy's ass. Timmy squeezes my hand grunting quietly and right away there's, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds with Timmy lurching forward with each fast hard thrust up his ass. "Um, um, um, um," from Timmy for maybe ninety seconds before his body relaxes when Brad's boner comes out, sticking straight out from his groin. We all have hard boners by now and then I go, "Ooh!" as Brad grabs my hips and shoves his boner all the way up my ass. It's tight and hurts for a few seconds but after having Ryan's big cock up there my rectum quickly adjusts to Brad's average size cock. Having a sloppy boner shoved up my ass after it's been up another cute guys ass is like awesomely sexy to me and Brad really fucks me hard for two straight minutes while Timmy and I look into each others eyes. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," and oh my god this feels so good. Timmy has a look of anticipation on his face as his big blue eyes stare into mind, then he leans over and sucks on my cock. Thirty seconds later his mouth comes off my cock and is on my mouth with his tongue, covered with my precum, sliding against mine as his arm goes around the back of my neck. Fifteen seconds later I'm squealing into Tim's mouth humping my hips, my body a stiff as a wire as my cock pumps out a long stream of cum, then a smaller one leaving me weak. My lips slide off Timmy's as my head hangs between my arms and my body shudders from the sharp thrill of climax. Awesome pleasure sensations scurry around my groin causing a shoulder shudder when Brad pulls his cock from my ass. He's moaning quietly as Timmy's body gets stiff again for a second, then more, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds with Timmy's jostling around. I'm staring at Timmy's little boner, watching the head swell and then, "Awwww, ooh," from Timmy with his little hips thrusting and an amazingly long string of cum shoots out looking so sexy-hot I stroke my cock. I'm still bent over at the waist leaning on the big bag of fertilizer with Timmy's hand squeezing mine and me hoping for seconds. Brad grunts humping against Timmy's butt cheeks pushing Timmy against the big bag of fertilizer. He grunts again then he lays against Timmy's back with his face against the back of Timmy's head. And I assume he's unloading his jism into the condom.
Lots of deep breathing before Brad stands up and pulls his condom-covered cock limply out of Timmy's ass making a slurping wet sound. There's a ball of Brad's cum at the end of the condom when he pulls it off. We all stand up with Timmy going, "Fuck, that was hot, Brad. How 'bout it, Danny?" I go, "Yeah, I'll say that was hot." Brad's wiping condom lubricant off Timmy's ass, then mine as Tim pulls his pants up. I pull mine up with Brad wiping his cum covered cock using the same handkerchief he wiped our asses with. He drops the handkerchief in the same trash barrel the condom went in. Then Brad moves some fast food wrappers over both items. We all put ourselves back together and Timmy peeks outside, "All clear, boys," and out we go. Brad says, "You two go around the side door and I'll go in this one," and that's what we do. Walking casually around to the side door, Timmy asks, "Isn't Brad da balls, da bomb? He's a great guy and a great fuck. Oh god, him and me fuck so much! It's awesome!" I go, "Huh," wondering if Ryan's back from his
meeting yet. Inside nothing's changed, nobody says, 'What were you three doing in the gardening shed', or 'What's that cum-looking stain on the back of your pants?' Nope, nobody says anything as we hook up with Brad, but no
Ryan in sight yet. A guy comes over saying, "Bradford, you nailed that passage tonight." He nailed Timmy and me pretty good too. The new guy mumbles, "Whassup, Timmy?" and Timmy says, "Did ya meet, Danny yet, Toby?" He holds out his hand for a shake, saying, "No, not yet. I'm Toby Anderson, nice to make your acquaintance." I tell him my name and he asks if I just moved here. I tell him about staying with and working for Ryan. Like he can't believe it, he asks, "Wilcox? That Albert?" and I go, "Yeah, why?" Toby looks at
Brad and Brad says, "Albert's a good guy, Toby. You should get to know him." Toby doesn't appear to be convinced of that.
Then Ryan comes over acting the way Sammy acts around Dog and me. Kinda shy like he expects someone to yell at him or something. Brad gives Ryan's shoulders a hug like their buddies, then introduces him to Toby who looks totally confused. Well, that goofy shit has no fuckin' reason to be a snob. He's overweight and not good looking with one of the worse Supercuts haircuts I've ever seen. His hair is course, but not dense so I can see his scalp through his uneven buzz cut. Making matters worse the hair at the back of his head was squared off too far up the back and it looks ridiculous. Whoever gave him that haircut should be barred from barber shops forever. Toby leaves saying he wants to grab another soda, and Brad carries the conversation, ending by inviting Ryan and me to a party at his place Saturday night. He goes, "Give me your cellphone, Danny." I hand it to him and he punches in his address. I already have his cellphone number from Sunday. Ryan's seems in awe that he's been invited to party with Brad. Mostly though, Ryan's giving Timmy a lot of glances. I think Ryan felt one of those rare instant attractions to Timmy the first time he saw him, whenever that was. Something just clicked and when that happens you get instant hots for the guy. Like with Ryan and me. I might be feeling a tinge of jealousy about that too. It's like, sure Timmy's a cute little thing, but he's also borderline girlie and he's obviously Brad's 'boy'. Interestingly, while Brad's a fairly hot dominant guy, and I expect he'll get more so as he gets to know us better, I'm not sensing any extra sexual heat for him. He's cool and a hot side-sex buddy, but that's where it ends for me, and that's no knock on Brad at all. Sometimes I get instant hots for some guy without knowing exactly why, in this case I don't know exactly why Brad's not one of those instant connections for me. He certainly has all the qualifications, but I'm satisfied to have him merely as a side-sex buddy. Damn glad to have him as that. Everything is subject to change of course, but I usually feel the hots for someone right off, or it never develops.
Steven calls us back to our seats and I endure another forty-five minutes of these boys analyzing verses 14-21. I'm kind of floating with sexual contentment though. Holding hands with cutie Tim while we made-out and I was getting fucked hard by the pleasantly dominant Brad, pretty much satisfied my sexual cravings for the moment. Ryan's too astonished at being accepted by Brad to even think of asking me what I did during the break. Actually Ryan hasn't said three words about anything since going to meet the minister. Then, just before the end of Bible study, Steven has me stand up as a Bible studies guest for the summer and asks me to introduce myself to the others. When I give my name most of the boys mumble, "Welcome, Daniel," like we're at a AA meeting or something. I'm blushing but not so much my face is going to burst out in flames. Basically I don't really care what these guys think. When the Bible studies are officially over for tonight, Brad and Tim do a posse boy-like one arm hug with Ryan and me, mumbling, "See ya Saturday night around eight," then Brad goes, "Good to finally meet you, Albert." Tim grins cutely at me and I give his hair a tussle. Then Ryan and me are walking towards the Mini with him still not talking. I ask, "How'd it go with the minister?" Ryan looks over, "What, Daniel?" I go, "The minister's meeting, how'd it go." He says, "Oh, okay I guess. I'm still gay if that's what you mean." I can see him recovering and being more confident now that he realizes it's just him and little ol' submissive me again.
He starts the Mini's motor, then looks at me, "How'd you make friends with Blake so fast? He's never even talked to me before." I go, "Did you ever try talking to him?" Ryan shakes his head, "Um, no, he was stuck up before." I ask, "What do you think of him now?" He goes, "He seems, um, nice. And isn't Tim hot?" I mumble, "He seems a little girlie to me." Ryan drives off the parking lot saying, "He's not girlie! He's, um, just into giggling. That doesn't make him girlie. Did you see his fucking big blue eyes? He's probably going steady with Bradford though, huh?" I go, "That'd be my guess. Tim looks too young for you anyway," and I almost mention Timmy's little wiener, but don't for obvious reasons... like how the fuck would I know he has a little dick? I wouldn't mind fucking Timmy, but he's far from boyfriend material and I tell Ryan that. He's like, "Not boyfriend material? He's one sexy cute kid. Hey, are you jealous that I think Timmy's hot?" I mutter, "Don't be fucking ridiculous." He chuckles, completely back to his bossy confident self. "I'm flattered you get jealous when I ogle another cute boy. He's plenty old enough, by the way, he's a freshman at the University of North Carolina. Well he was, now he'll be a sophomore." I ask, "How do you know that?" He shrugs, "Oh, um, well, ah, I was surfing Facebook and just happened to see his profile." I go, "How long have you been stalking that kid?" He blushes, then acts stern, "I wasn't fucking stalking him. Just shut up, Daniel! And I mean it." I snicker and he actually swings his hand over and punches my arm. I mutter, "Easy, boss, ya don't wanna go there."
He drives in silence for two minutes or so, than says, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Um, I haven't been stalking him but I've noticed him ever since we started going to church here. He just rings all my bells and whistles, and out of nowhere to be introduced to him... I was fucking speechless. I thought he might be gay, but I never suspected Brad." I'm thinking, Oh, it was Timmy. I thought Ryan was speechless or in shock that Brad was so friendly to him.' I ask, "Why haven't you ever tried talking to Tim?" He mutters, "I don't know. He's always with Blake, Bradford Blake the coolest thing ever, according to him." I'm like, "Why the fuck would you say that? Brad seems like a normal good guy to me. I haven't noticed anything to indicate he thinks he's hot stuff." Ryan shrugs as I smile to myself, thinking, 'How about this shit. Ryan's got a crush on girlie Timmy. My dominant sex partner might dump me for girlie-boy. Ha ha, it'll be me and Timmy sucking up to Ryan to get him to like me best. Man is that fucked-up!'
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com
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