Dylan's Georgia Vacation

DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION

Chapter 16

by Donny Mumford

Ryan leads Jeff and me down two flights of stairs to the first floor, then into the kitchen where he formally introduces Jeff to his mother, who declares she's delighted to meet him and then tells him a little about the last time she was golfing with his mother, and it's an awkward two minutes... for me at least. It would be so much more casual at home, like... 'Hi, mom, this is Jeff. He's having dinner with us tonight'. Yeah, but we're not home and Mrs. W. is busy getting dinner ready so Jeff and I follow Ryan into the dining room where he stands behind his chair, telling Jeff, "You'll sit next to Danny across from me, but don't sit down until my mother and father are here." Jeff looks at me with an expression on his face like, Is he serious?. I grin and stand behind my chair, so Jeff shrugs and stands behind the chair next to mine, one closer to Mr. W.'s chair at the head of the table. A

minute of silence, then Jeff, grinning mischievously, mumbles to me, "Do we eat standing up too, eh?" Hearing that, Ryan gives him a stern look and a shake of his head as his father saunters in, saying in his bored manner, "I hear we have a dinner guest tonight." Jeff holds out his hand, saying, "I'm Jeffrey Bell, pleased to make your acquaintance, sir." Mr. Wilcox does a limp one-shake handshake, then looks directly at Jeff's head, saying, "I see you're under Albert's spell the same as Daniel here," and he glances at Ryan with a wry grin, like: that's my boy! Or maybe I'm imagining that. Maybe he looked at Ryan thinking, 'My son, the fag barber'. Or who knows what he's thinking? In any case Jeff doesn't know what to say so he does a nervous chuckle, mumbling, "I guess so, sir." We're all still standing behind our chairs with Ryan defensively explaining, "But they like their haircuts, Father! Jeff asked me specifically for a haircut exactly like Daniel's. It's a gung-ho Marine's haircut." In a monotone voice his father, looking up at the ceiling, says, "That's what I believe you young people refer to as 'too much information', Albert."

No one says anything for a few seconds, so Ryan tells his stone-faced father about the baseball tryouts and how all three of us made the team, "There were like forty to fifty boys trying-out for basically just eleven or twelve infield and outfield positions." Forty to fifty boys is a wild exaggeration, but it peeks his father's interest enough to say, "And you're playing centerfield." Ryan says, "Yes sir, I am, and Jeffrey's also a starter in right-field." Mr. W. points his finger at me, "And you?" I go, "I'm on the team, but probably as a back-up on the bench. I'm not sure." He stares straight ahead having nothing to say to that. His eyes look a little glassy to me. I study the usual assortment of tasty-looking side dishes down the middle of the table that Ryan's mother prepares for every meal. Jeff's making a subtle mouth sound with his tongue, getting fidgety I suppose, as another silence roars in our ears, then thankfully Mrs. Wilcox brings in the main course which appears to be chicken and dumplings. She places the platter on a serving table next to the head of the household, cheerfully saying, "Mr. Wilcox's favorite dish, boys. I hope you like it too." It looks good enough to eat, and could probably serve ten to twelve people.

After we're all seated, laconic Mr. Wilcox says, "Daniel, if you please." We hold hands, startling Jeff, then bow our heads and I say the dinner grace for tonight. As I'm saying it Jeff's trying to be funny squeezing my hand much too tightly, then sexily rubbing the palm of my hand with his thumb and sneaking a smirking peek at me. Apparently his family is much less formal about their dinners. How barbaric of them. I say one of the blessings I've memorized from the pamphlet Ryan gave me. When done Mrs. Wilcox says, "That was lovely, Daniel." The big platter of basically stewed chicken with dumplings is next to Mr. W. so we pass our plates, he serves, and the dinner begins. The side dishes of mashed potatoes and gravy, cranberry sauce, niblet corn, pearl onions in a cream sauce, and cole slaw get passed around and it takes a couple of minutes before we're eating. Everything taste good though; the chicken is fork tender and the dumplings are lighter than the ones I sometimes make, but the best part is the chicken gravy.

There's only the sounds of knives and forks clicking off the plates for a full minute, driving me insane, so I try starting a conversation. "This is delicious, Mrs. Wilcox. I've never been able to make gravy this good, or dumplings this light." She says, "Aren't you nice to say that, Daniel. The trick with gravy is to begin with a good stock." I see Jeff turning his head to look at me, but I won't look at him because I know he's making a 'face' at me for flattering Ryan's mother. Much to my relief she continues my conversation starter by asking Ryan who the boys are that made the team. As he tells her the names of a few boys he knows from Bible study, Jeff plays footie with me under the table. I finally can't resist glancing at him and he mouths the word, 'brown-noser', and we both stifle giggles with me resorting

to my fake coughing. Jeff saw right through my brown-nosing act, but what the hell, the food is delicious. Mrs. Wilcox asks me about my cooking experience and I tell her how it was that Chubby and I began cooking for ourselves at an early age. Ryan endorses my culinary talents and Mr. Wilcox snorts as if this isn't a topic worth discussing. Mrs. Wilcox gives him a 'look' and he exhales exasperatedly, saying cryptically, "Well, one of you will need to be able to cook I suppose." Actually that wasn't cryptic at all as he obviously means if gay Ryan and gay me live together someone needs to be able prepare meals. Mrs. Wilcox pats my hand, smiling, "I think you and your brother were very resourceful, and knowing how to prepare food is a very useful talent."

It's a little tense during dinner as Mr. Wilcox is apparently slightly drunk. Ryan's mother has a habit of touching my hand when she says anything to me, or asks me a question. She's done that hand-touching from the first dinner I had here a week ago. When we're finished eating and I'm waiting for Ryan to signal me that it's time to clear the table, Mr. Wilcox looks directly at Jeff and me, saying, "You two boys are lucky to be good looking enough to get away with Albert's barbering." Then to Ryan, "How come you don't have your hair cut the way you do your loyal posse boy's hair?" Ryan goes, "Would you like me to?" and his father says, "Frankly no, I'm afraid you couldn't pull it off." There he goes with another cruel insult to Ryan inferring he's not good looking.The ass! Mrs. Wilcox says, "Junior! Albert is good looking enough to wear any hair style he chooses. What a thing to say." The father waves his hand dismissively at his wife, sternly saying, "It's called an opinion, Cynthia! Something we all have a right to, dear." The forceful way he said that makes Mrs. W. drop her eyes, mumbling, "Yes, of course, Junior."

Then, faking cheerfulness, she says, "Well boys, would you be so kind?" meaning it's time to clear the table. Ryan and I get up with Jeff's looking at us with an expression of alarm on his face, like 'what's happening now?'. Ryan says, "Give us a hand clearing the table, Jeffrey." He jumps up and we collect the dirty dishes and serving platters, taking them to the kitchen. In the kitchen Jeff says, "Interesting dinner routine, Albert, no offense intended, but is every meal that awkward?" Albert's defensive again, saying, "Danny doesn't seem too think it's so bizarre." Jeff's like, "I didn't say it was bizarre, more like it's suffocating. It's nice of you to invite me, but I'll pass on future invitations." He sees Ryan's hurt so he grins, "Come on, Albert, it's not your fault. Oh alright, I'm sorry if I insulted you, but come on, most people don't have formal dinners every night. That's all I meant." Ryan goes, "Well, I'm sorry you disapprove." I say, "Hey guys! Lighten the fuck up. It's not that big a deal and it's mostly over anyway." Ryan nods his head, "Daniel's right. Sorry, Jeff. I'm upset about the dig my father gave me." Jeff's expression softens and he walks over to hug Ryan, "Your father's mistaken, Albert. Both Danny and I think you're sexy and cute, especially me. I'm, ah, kinda infatuated with you to tell ya the truth." Ryan kisses Jeff on the lips real fast, muttering, "Thanks," and we go back into the dining room to get the rest of the dirty dishes with Jeff rubbing his lips. The grown-ups stop talking as soon as we come in. His mother gives us a strained smile, saying, "Thank you, boys. I've got a pecan pie from our favorite bakery for dessert." Ryan brightens a little, saying, "That's my favorite dessert."

When pie and coffee are served Mr. W. has a decanter of brandy next to him liberally adding it to his coffee, but he has nothing more to say to any of us. This is the first dinner he's been noticeably unpleasant, well to this degree anyway. Ryan does his best carrying the conversation through dessert and then the three of us are relieved when we're excused. Jeff and I thank both Mr. and Mrs. Wilcox for a delicious meal and get a dismissive wave of the hand from Junior and a smile from Ryan's mother. We carry the dessert dishes into the kitchen and begin cleaning everything up with Jeff murmuring to me, "This is unbelievable," and me shaking my head, looking to see if Ryan heard. When Ryan's running the noisy garbage disposal, Jeff asks, "Do they make you clean the kitchen every fucking night? That's bull shit." I go, "Shh! Stop it." Finally the kitchen is neat and clean and we're going up the stairs with Jeff and me trying to cheer-up gloomy Ryan. His father's cutting remark gives me an inkling into why Ryan feels his father has a low opinion of him. It's the first time I've seen his father drunk at dinner, which I'm assuming is the reason for his bad behavior. I've seen him drinking after dinner most nights when Ryan and I are on our way upstairs for the night, but not so much before dinner. Ryan told me his parents usually have a cocktail hours before dinner but tonight Mr. W. apparently got a head start on the cocktail hour. Some people get happy when their drunk, or high on weed, while others get mean and depressed. His father apparently falls into the latter category, not that he's especially happy-go-lucky when sober.

In Ryan's bedroom Jeff tells him, "Hey, don't pay any fucking attention to your father, Albert, you'd look good with our haircut. You look awesome now too." Ryan tries not to grin as he goes, "Okay guys, thanks, but I'm over it so you can stop the flattery." Jeff grins at him and messes Ryan's hair. Ryan swats at Jeff's hand playfully, saying, "Ya know, I could tell Danny to replicate my specialty haircut for me, but that would be playing right into that bastard... um, father's hands." I say, "Well, please don't tell me to do that. Jeff's and my haircut are okay for us, but not for you, Albert." He looks up, "Well I'm not planning to, but why would you mind?" I go, "You're our leader and you shouldn't have the same haircut your 'boys' have." He nods his head as if what I said made any sense, which it doesn't. I try too hard sometimes and say things I really don't mean while trying to help. To move on from my last stupid comment, I go, "Um, what's our plans for tonight, Albert?" He smells the back of his hand thinking, then says, "What else? I guess we'll do what we planned. Change clothes and see what Brad and Tim have in mind for partying. I'll get in a better mood, I promise." I'd like to tell Ryan how seriously sexy and cute I think he is, but he'd think I was just saying that to cheer him up. Instead, I say, "It's Saturday night so I hope there's some booze involved in tonight's festivities." Ryan goes, "Me too," and Jeff says, "Me three." I mumble, "Me three? That's too corny even for you, Jeff. Brings back memories of second grade." He grins, saying, "Bite me why don'cha," and I bite his ear making him laugh. He laughs at everything. Ryan watches us goof around and somehow that makes me feel bad for him. What exactly has he experienced from his father, and perhaps his mother too, during all these years. And being an only child too? I probably can't imagine.

As Jeff heads up the back secret stairs I look at Ryan, who's slowly taking his dress shirt off and maybe still thinking about his father's put-down. I get the hots for him at the oddest times, like right now I've got an urge to feel his body against mine. Grinning, I grab him and hug around his neck playfully, then pull him face to face with me and kiss him on the lips. He seems so vulnerable, I hug him hard around his back with the side of my face against his. He assumes I'm goofing around I guess. Oh my god, his scraggily beard feels sexy as hell and his scent is one of my favorites. I murmur, "You're sexy hot, Albert, and I'm glad I'm here with you." I'm feeling a lot of affection for him and I wonder if it's approaching love. He hugs me back, "Me too, Daniel, I knew we'd be good together, but it's turning out better than I even fantasized it would." I don't know what brought this on other than a general sense that I'd like to make him feel good. Bottom line is I feel sorry for him. Rubbing my hand up the back of his head, ruffling his hair, I do a long kiss on the side of his head inhaling his scent with my cock starts boning up as I murmur in his ear, "You gonna take care of your 'boy' tonight, Albert?" Unaware of how taken I am with him right now, he snorts, "You like it when I call you 'my boy' don't you? Maybe I should revert to my old tricks and put a dog collar on you. Wouldn't father have a lot to say about that? Ha ha." I snuggle against him very aroused by him,

mumbling, "Yes, I like being your 'boy', it's been fun." He says, "You get nicer every day," and I add, "Actually I'm liking most everything we've done together since we got here. You're doing everything right, and anyway you know I've always had a 'thing' for you." Still thinking I'm goofing around, he hugs me back now, "Yes, Danny, I know you have a 'thing' for me and why wouldn't you, I'm awesome. You and Jeff told me so," then a chuckle and a kiss. He backs away rubbing the palm of his hand down my cheek, "You should probably get changed. Jeff will be wondering what happened to you." I take a deep breath nodding my head feeling a little foolish. "Yeah, okay," and I go to the stairs, look back at him smelling the back of his hand again, maybe wondering if I was serious. Going up the steps I'm wondering that myself. I don't know what brought that on, but then it's always been a mystery to me how turned-on Ryan gets me, and without him even trying sometimes. I wish it was just him and me tonight. I wish he would come upstairs with me and we'd get in bed naked and have sex all night long in each other's arms.

When I'm in my bedroom, sans Ryan/Albert, I take a deep breath getting myself back to the business at hand. Jeff's checking his emails on my computer. I say, "I'm gonna brush my teeth, Jeff, and then we'll pick out clothes for you to wear." Ryan's got me in the habit of brushing after dinner. Jeff clicks off the computer and follows me into the bathroom leaning against the doorjamb grinning and watching me. He mostly grins, smiles, or laughs all the time. He asks, "Did Albert say anything about me? I was terrible dissing the dinner like I did." My mouth's occupied with toothpaste as I brush, so I just shake my head no, meaning Albert didn't mention him. When I'm rinsing out the toothpaste Jeff takes my toothbrush from my hand and brushes his teeth with it looking at me with mirth in his eyes as if he expects me to complain. I don't give a shit if he uses my toothbrush. I'm no germ-o-phobe.

Back in the bedroom, he's deciding which of my clothes he'll wear. We need causal comfortable stuff to wear on this warm night. After stripping to our underwear we both put on cargo shorts and I choose a sleeveless t-shirt to show off my tattoo and guns. Jeff's standing bare chested, looking at me, saying, "Jeezz-us, Danny, you're too cool for school! A tattoo too." Grinning, I go, "Why the fuck are you dredging up these outdated sayings? 'Too cool for school' takes me back to fourth grade, fer chrissakes! At least you've progressed from second grade sayings." He laughs, then grinning he says, "Bite me, why don'cha," and then tries to move out of my reach, but I'm too quick for him. I get my arm around his neck wrestling him up against my body, then bite his earlobe like I did in the kitchen. And like in the kitchen I have the same thought, 'He smells good''. We're giggling like seventh grader's until I realize he's slack against me, sort of laying his head next to mine, our bodies pressed together from our crotches to the top of our heads. Yes, he definitely smells youthfully good. I lick his ear and watch him grin. Pulling his face up with my fingers under his chin I give him a sweet kiss on his lips and his eyes close right away, I guess he closed his eyes so he doesn't have to watch... ha ha. This is basically what Ryan and I just did in his bedroom, but the emotions I feel for Jeff aren't remotely like the ones I felt with Ryan.

I do a couple of brotherly kisses and Jeff murmurs, "It's okay, you can kiss me now because I need to learn how to do it in case Albert wants to make-out. He makes my dick get hard." I say, "Yeah, you've mentioned that to me before. Do I make your dick get hard?" He goes, "No, but you're the cutest guy I've ever seen." Grinning, I give him another soft kiss on his lips, then another one with more intensity and he kisses back a little. I much prefer Ryan's scraggily beard against my face, but Jeff's smooth as-a-baby's face is awfully nice to. My hand rubs up the back of his sandpaper-feeling head as I do a deeper kiss with his mouth getting looser and opening a little. The sides of our noses rub together as my tongue slides on his tongue and I feel his body shudder a little. Then, with his lips caressing mine, I gently suck on his tongue and then suck on his top lip until he pushes away from me, red faced and panting a little, saying, "I felt your," and he points at the lap of my cargo shorts, "Your boner against my leg." I shrug, "So what?" and he says, "I'm, ah, only doing 'that' with Albert, not you. I'm sorry, Danny, you're really cool but I get a boner around Albert." Letting go of him and sitting on the bed, I mumble, "So do I. Albert gives me boners

too."

He says, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, it's just..." I go, "Hell, I don't blame you, Jeff. Like I told ya, I think he's sexy as hell too," and toss him a short-sleeve shirt. Catching the shirt, he asks, "How serious is your relationship, your's and Albert's?" I slip on sandals, thinking, 'That's a good question! What are my feelings? I shrug saying, "That's hard to describe. Lets say I love him like a friend, but you'll need to ask him about his feelings for me." Jeff's thinking about that while putting on my Polo shirt. It's a pull-over golf-type Polo shirt, and when he has it on I realize it's Chubby's shirt. It obviously got mixed in with my stuff doing wash at Merrimack, but Jeff has it on so I'll let him wear it. I go, "I need that Polo shirt back, Jeff," and he goes, "Oh yeah? Well, maybe I'll give it back and maybe I won't. I like it too." Fucking kids! He just graduating high school and there's still a lot of childishness about him. He looks good though. He's got a nice body, nice everything actually. Jeff looks serious for once, as he says, "Um, don't take this the wrong way, it's only a question, Danny, but would you hate me if I somehow steal Albert from you and he becomes my boyfriend? I mean, if him and me become real boyfriends and you, I don't know, you'd be our close gay friend, would that devastate you?" What a fuckin' dreamer this kid is! He adds, "I mean, there seems to be electricity between Albert and me. I'd walk around with a boner if he was my boyfriend, being strict with me all the time." Good luck with that, although I gotta admit that Jeffrey is a kid after my own submissive heart. Ryan's in love with me, but I don't tell Jeff that. Instead I go, "I'd probably be a little jealous, but I wouldn't hate either one of you. And sure, we'd still be friends."

We're dressed with me sitting at my desk and Jeff walking around the room, saying, "Six hours ago I was a gay boy in the closet, way back in the closet without a gay friend to my name, and now I have two gay friends and I've got the wildest crush on one of them. Albert's like the boy of my fantasies and happily I'm feeling electric sexy vibes back from him. I'm sort of in love with everything about him already, and I sense him returning some of my feelings." Jesus, he's more than a dreamer, he's delusional! I should describe 'projection' to Jeff, as in he's projecting his desires onto Ryan because he so much wishes they were real. But, I'm like, "Love at first sight, huh?" He's grinning again, saying, "Don't make fun of me, you prick, or I'll tell you to bite me again," and I chase him around with him letting himself get caught. We fall on the bed in each other's arm with me licking his ear, then biting his earlobe again. Well, he is eatable.

We stop struggling with both of us laughing, feeling a little silly. He's a sexy armful though, and I've already noticed numerous times he smells good. Jeff gooses my ass, asking, "Who do you think looks better with Albert's haircut?" I go, "Me of course." He smiles, "Ya know, Danny, if I hadn't met Albert you could be my boyfriend. I'd let you be my boyfriend if for no other reason than you're the best looking person I've ever seen," and I go, "You also said we could be twins." He laughs, "Well I'm wicked fucking cute too, ya know. Don't ya think so?" I say, "Like I said before, you're cute enough to eat. Lets form a mutual admiration society together." We lay on the bed quietly for a moment, Jeff running his fingers through the quarter inch hairs on top of my head, seemingly very comfortable laying more or less in my arms. It reminds me of how comfortable he was almost laying on Ryan in the gazebo. Jeff's one of those touchy/feely people, and I like that about him. After a minute of silence, during which I'm almost as comfortable as Jeff seems to be, he says, "Show me some more kisses so when Albert wants to make-out with me I won't look like a nerd." We roll around a little on the bed in each other's arms kissing, with Jeff now actively participating, but it's obvious he hasn't done much, or more likely none of this until now. Jeff and his naked friend Troy apparently didn't get into any kissing while jerking each other off and stuff, as Jeff put it.

I've got a raging boner when Ryan appears at the head of the secret stairs, saying, "We'll ain't this just the sweetest thing. Didn't take you long, Danny." Jeff and I break apart and we're both weirdly blushing as if we got caught playing with ourselves by our moms. Jeff's stammering, "I'm, we, ah, Danny was," and Ryan laughs. "You two look like you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar." I feel stupid as I get off the bed. Ryan grins, asking, "And why the fuck are you blushing, Danny?" I shrug, chuckling, "Fuck, if I know. Jeff wanted to practice kissing in case you wanted to. The kid's got a ginormous puppy love crush on you." Ryan looks sincerely surprise, and Jeff looks pissed, "Danny! Thanks a lot, ya prick!" He's blushing again. I go, "Take it easy, Jeff! Albert's flattered." Actually Albert looks like he can't believe his ears, as he gazes at Jeff, asking, "Really? You have a crush on me?" Red-faced Jeff nods his head, "Yeah, but I didn't think Danny would be prick enough to tell ya." Fucking kids, ya know? He just turned nineteen two weeks ago and the first gay guy he meets he falls in love with. Wait a fucking minute, I was the first gay guy he met. These gay Georgia hicks don't know what they're doing! I look at Ryan, who looks back, asking, "What?" I'm chuckling, "I'm jealous, that's what." And I realize I am.

Jeff's still pouting about me embarrassing him, so Ryan says, "Stop pouting, Jeff. Danny's right, I am flattered. How about showing me what Danny taught you." Jeff mutters, "Not now, I'd be self conscious, like you guys are making fun of me, especially that prick, Danny." Kids! Ryan sits next to Jeff, saying, "You know what's ironic? Danny gets his feelings hurt just as easily as you do. Don't act pouty like he does though, that's a pain in my ass," and I yell, "Hey!" Ryan laughs, then says, "Well, you are super sensitive. Anyway, are we ready to go, or what? It's eight-thirty." I feel the vibrating of my cell phone. Taking it from my pocket I see a text from Brad, 'Where the fuck are you, Boston?' I text back we're on our way.

While going down the secret stairs to Ryan's bedroom he has his arm across Jeff's shoulders whispering to him and I hear Jeff say, "Okay, I want to but only with you, Albert." Fuck, how'd I get to be the third wheel? Ryan has the same problem with Jeff he has with me. Jeff and I are both three inches taller than Ryan so his arm never reaches all the way across our shoulders. I just now realized that while walking down the stairs behind them. Doesn't seem to bother Ryan though. Letting go of Jeff, Ryan grabs his wallet and keys off the bureau and we go down to the first floor individually, with nobody's arm around anybody. I hear music coming from the library, then glasses clinking together, so it looks like Ryan's parents are in for the night having a few after dinner drinks. Ryan goes into the library alone to say goodnight and tell them where we're going. I hear his mother say, "Oh, the Bradford's house. That over on Tulip Lane near the pond." Then there's some more mumbling I can't make out. Bumping his shoulder against mine, Jeff says, "Ray Charles, Georgia On My Mind." I frown, "What?" and he says, "That's the song that's playing in the library." I go, "Oh yeah, it's nice." He grins and says, "Bite me," and I do a half-ass attempt to bite his ear. He says, "I wanna tell you something. Ah, I'm sorry I yelled at you, Danny. That was my bad." I just grin and squeeze his shoulder as Ryan says, "Let's go. Which one of you is going to cram himself in the back seat?" I say, "The child of course."

Jeff doesn't complain about sitting in the back seat of the Mini although he has to do it sideways with his feet on the seat, his knees up. As Ryan drives, Jeff tells us he vaguely remembers Bradford as a high schooler two years ahead of him, but he didn't know he was gay. He asks, "Do you think he'll mind me coming along?" I say, "I don't know because I hardly know him, but I'll bet he's the kind of guy that goes with the flow, easy like." It's less than a five minute drive to Brad's house which is another very nice house, but not in the same category as the Wilcox's place. Touchy/feely Jeff stays close to Ryan walking up the front brick walk bumping his side against Ryan's until Ryan puts his arm around the back of Jeff's waist and gives him a hug. Ryan rings the bell and Brad's boyfriend, Timmy, opens the door, saying, "Hi," and stepping back, then he sees Jeff ,"Hey, Bell, wassup?" and they do the one arm hug with a sort of handshake. Tim's like, "Um, are you, um," then he looks at me, asking, "Does he know?" I go, "Yep, and he's on our team." Timmy gives Jeff a two-arm hugs kisses his cheek, saying, "Oh fuck! If I only knew, Jeff. I've had a crush on you like for three years." Ryan and I exchange glances and then Brad comes out of the kitchen with a beer in his hand. "Dudes, good to see ya," and he does the one arm hug routine with Ryan and me, them points at Jeff, like he asking, 'Who's he?' Who indeed?

We introduce Jeff with a little bit of background about the baseball try-outs. Brad, in his outgoing-hot-shit way, makes a big fuss over Jeff like they're high school buddies, which they never were. I say to Ryan, "Looks like Brad's stealing your fan boy," and Ryan says, "I still got you," and he grins hugging me around the waist. Mostly Ryan's staring at Timmy who he's had a crush on since moving here. Brad says, "Lets have a beer and I'll tell you boys what we're doing tonight." In a bloodless coup Brad's obviously relieved Ryan as our leader, and now he's the leader. It's funny how that fact is acknowledged silently by all of us, especially by Ryan because he can still hardly believe he's now a part of Brad's crowd.

We adjourn to the impressive kitchen, which I saw part of from the foyer. Tim asks, "Beers for you guys?" and we shrug so he passes out bottles of India Pale Ale. Never heard of it but it taste like beer. Without thinking I take out my box of cigarettes and Brad says, "No smoking in the house, but you can smoke where we're going." Tim's non-sequitur question interrupts Brad, "What's with these fucking haircuts? Now Jeff Bell has Danny's haircut disaster," and Brad says, "It's Albert's doings. Danny told me Albert gives haircuts to his boyfriends any way he wants, anyway Albert wants. Is that about right, Albert?" Ryan says, "Yep, ask my boys." Tim ask Jeff, "You're his boyfriend?" and Jeff says, "Yep." Tim moves away from Jeff now and sort of leans on Brad. Brad's my size and age, and in my opinion he's 'good looking', but not cute. He's also another slim guy, but he has wide shoulders and a beard, but unfortunately he shaves regularly so no scraggily beard like Ryan's sexy one. Tim's got the same baby face complexion as Jeff, so as far as I'm concerned Ryan wins the beard contest easily. I think young guys just starting to grow a beard and keeping the beard kinda short are usually uber cool and sexy looking. I love that look, but hate a full thick mature beard on a guy. Just my opinion. Also It's my opinion Ryan's sexier and more desirable than any of the other's here. Jeff and Timmy are easily cuter than Ryan, but he more than makes up for that in other ways. I'd like him to jump my bones right now actually.

Brad tells us, "Listen-up you perverts. I recently got a membership to The Back Door, which is a private gays-only club two towns over. It's about a twenty minute ride from here. The club's comprised of mostly older members, one of whom I'm having an affair with, but they're trying to recruit younger guys." I glances at Tim who rolls his eyes at Brad like he's not too happy about the 'older man' affair of Brad's. Brad just keeps on talking, "Ollie, that's who I'm having an affair with, sponsored me for membership to the club a few months ago. The place is pretty cool, isn't it Timmy?" Tim shrugs taking a big breath as Brad swallows about half a bottle of beer. He's one of those guys who can just let it roll down their throat. Chubby can do that. Four of us listen as Brad goes on, "There are bars on two floors with hot, handsome bartenders. First floor is a regular sports bar with pool tables and about ten plasma TV on the walls, ya know how that goes. The second floor there's a DJ three nights a week, Saturday night being one of the nights, plus little rooms where you can get to know someone better who you just met, if you know what I mean. Dancing and drinking too and once you're inside you're legal age for purchasing booze of your choice. I can get you in as guests, but there's a twenty dollar cover for each of you, and that does not include any free drinks. They discourage members bringing guests so I can only bring six per month and I'll happily let you four be my last guests for this month. Whaddaya say?" I automatically look at in-charge Ryan and he says, "Hell, yeah, we're in, Brad." Jeff says, "Sounds awesome, but will those older guys be hitting on us?" Brad laughs, "Of course they will, ya little fucking twink. They'll probably be hitting on you and Timmy the most... ha ha ha. They love the cute twinks, ya know." We're frowning as Timmy goes, "Don't listen to Brad's bull shit. I've been there twice and there's minimal interaction from most of the older guys, um, until they get drunk." Brad chuckles giving Timmy a hug, then a kiss on his mouth.

So, we finish our beers with Brad doing most of the talking and the rest of us laughing at his funny stuff. I'm thinking I could do some dancing tonight even though Ryan can't dance for shit, but maybe one of the other boys can. I'll get to wow everyone with my awesome dancing ability, with thanks going to my ex-boyfriend Willie for the hours we spent in his bedroom teaching me how to dance cool. Yeah, well he taught me other things in his bedroom too. Jeff says, "I'll ride over with Timmy and Brad," so we all go outside and get in the cars. Ryan and I will follow Brad's car which tonight isn't the SUV we fucked in, but a rather boring looking four-door gray Honda Accord. Outside I say, "Ryan, maybe I should drive. Brad might not be as safe a driver as you." He says, "Yeah, go ahead because I want to talk to you about something." Ryan can't do much talking when he drives. I pull out and follow the Honda as Ryan asks, "What's going on with you and Jeff? And, where you kidding about him having a thing for me? I mean it looked to me like he seemed pretty much into you." I go, "No, it's you who has won his heart." Ryan goes, "Goddammit I'm serious!" I go, "I am too, he has this monumental crush on you." Ryan takes a big breath, then says, "I'm flattered, like I said, but it might cause a complication. It's like I've got this wicked

crush on Tim, but Jeff's cute and hot too. So, if even one of them wants, ya know, to mess around sexually with me, that's where the complication might come into play." I'm like, "Whaddaya mean?" and he goes, "I've forbidden you from side-sex as long as you're living with me, so it'd be a double standard if I got it on with one of them. Ya know what I mean?" I go, "Sure," and he adds, "Of course I have no way of knowing if you've paying any attention to my no side-sex rule. I guess I'm wondering how pissed-off you'd be if Jeff, or Tim and I do it. Jeff at least seems to want to, assuming you two aren't jobbing me about that." I go, "Jesus, Albert, I wouldn't do that to you. I just repeated what he told me and now he's pissed at me for telling you, but my loyalty is to you." He says, "Okay good, but would you mind terribly if I fucked one of them? That's what I'm trying to ask." I say, "I've no right to 'mind', Albert. Go ahead, but I'd rather not hear the details. I've, um, got increased hots for you since moving here so consider my feelings." He just nods and mumbles, "Okay, no details."

As I'm driving I feel Ryan staring at me so I glance at him, "What?" and he leans over kissing the side of my face. "It's you I'm in love with, just so you know. I've, um, never had the chance for side-sex before and it'd be cool to know someone other than you wants to have sex with me, that's mostly why I want to do it." I go, "Cue the violins." Ryan doesn't say anything for a few seconds, then he quietly says, "Don't be mean, Dylan. That's not like you." I say, "I'm sorry, but did you ever think I might be a little jealous?" He mutters, "I shouldn't have called you Dylan just now." As if that's the important part of what we're talking about. Then he's like, "Um, are you jealous?" I go, "Yeah, I guess I am. I've been kinda feeling really close to you lately, Albert." I look at him, "It's, ah, like you suggested earlier today, I look up to you and I feel good about how close we've become, that's all. Oh fuck, I don't know. To answer your question, yes I'm jealous, but mostly I'm happy for you. I've been telling you for a couple of years how cute I think you are, and that your sexiness is off the fucking charts, so of course others are going to see that too. I mean now that you're out of hiding and interacting with guys around here." He goes, "Thanks to you, but you know I love you, so there's no need to be jealous. I just want to see what it's like being you for a night." I just give him a 'look', saying nothing. I do not want to get in that type discussion. I've had enough of those with Robby over the years. It's like, 'I just wanna be you, Dylan, for awhile'. What bull shit! They don't have any idea what it's like being me. It's not as easy as it looks, I'll tell you that much.

We're quiet again until Ryan asks, "So, you're really feeling closer to me and you look up to me now?" I nod my head, and he gushes, "That's wonderful, Dyl... Danny." I laugh, "Dyldanny? Is that my latest new name?" Ryan says, "You've really made me happy telling me about your feelings for me, and I won't press my luck and ask if you love me too. You'll tell me when you do, right?" I'm rolling my eyes but he can't see me do it in the dark. He waits another minute or so, and when I say nothing, he goes, "Um, am I being a pain in the ass about anything. Is there anything you want me to try doing differently?" Huh, do I want him to do anything differently? I go, "Ya know what? I like the way you're doing everything, especially since we got home. Don't make more of this than it is, but I really like living and working with you, and I think you're right, you are helping me to grow up. I feel more mature already. Have you noticed?" He says, "No, not really, but it's hard to tell subtle changes in only a week, but to me you've been perfect since the first day we got here. You certainly are helping me, there's no question about that." I hold out my hand, "Okay, we're good. Shake on it that you'll keep doing what you're doing and so will I." We shake hands and Ryan leans over, I turn my face to him and we kiss on the lips. He murmurs, "I love you, in case I haven't mention that before." I grin, "Thanks, don't stop doing that either." I feel good about us, and I'm happy Ryan has an admirer or two, other than me I mean. For some reason our talk gave me a boner. Maybe it's from telling Ryan I admire and look up to him. I'm of course referring to here in Georgia. Here he's sort of my life-line so I've got little choice except to look to him, me being far from home and all.

Finally Brad's taillights flash on, along with a left turn signal, and he pulls into a crowded parking lot of what looks like a warehouse. Guess there's a lot of gays in Georgia after all. I park and we get out meeting the guys at the entrance where Brad's signing something and then inside the vestibule he says, "Y'all need to fork over twenty bucks, boys. I had to sign for you guys and they'll bill me at the end of the month on my monthly dues statement " As we're all counting out the money I have this thought that if I was a suspicious person I might suspect a little swindle going on here. Like maybe it's a more realistic ten dollars for guests and we just paid for Brad's drinks tonight with the extra ten dollars each. I give him my twenty dollars and then see, over his shoulder, a discreet sign stating 'members only... invited guests $20 per night'. Good thing I don't have a suspicious mind. We go upstairs without going into the sports bar. This place is much nicer looking on the inside than the outside where it looked like a dive. The second floor has fairly loud generic club music being played by a very gay DJ who's wearing woman's make-up. He's also wearing what looks like girl's PJ's, but I could be wrong about that. It's crowded with no seats available at the bar, but at the end of the bar guys are in a short line ordering drinks. Bradford says, "First round is on me. Danny, you come with me to help carry some of the beers back." Ha ha, yes sir, but I don't say that. Lots of dancing going on and I like seeing this scene of only males interacting. I haven't been in a lot of gay bars or clubs, but this one seems pretty much like the few I have been in. Mostly men in their thirties and up with a smattering of very old gay men, bald or with white hair, most of them looking around at the younger guys.

It's noisy, but not so you need to shout to be heard. Brad said we could smoke, but the sign clearly says, 'No Smoking'. Oh yeah, in smaller lettering, 'except in designated area'. Well, there's that anyway. At the bar Brad and I wait for an overweight man to order three hard lemonades. Brad ask me, "What do you think of the club?" I go, "If I get served in a place it immediately goes on my list of favorite places." He nods, "Tell me about it. Everyplace you go there's a posted notice that if you don't look at least thirty years old they'll card you." Then he orders five India Pale Ale beers and I see him pay with a twenty dollar bill, so pretty good prices. No gouging, although I wouldn't expect it in a private club. They're not going to be gouging each other. I carry two of the bottle towards our boys in the corner, and when I'm close enough to see them clearly it looks like Jeff and Timmy are vying for Ryan's attention, All of them smiling and Ryan's taking turns hugging them. He just did it to Timmy and they had a quick kiss on the lips too. Then Jeff's trying to push Tim away from Ryan, all of them laughing. Brad looks annoyed with Tim as he passes a beer to him, then one to Ryan. I give one to Jeff, as Brad asks, "What's going on here?" and Timmy says, "Jeff and me are fighting over Albert. Look at his beautiful eyes." Eyes that Ryan rolls at me, like the boys are so annoying, but I know better. Being the center of attention is giving Ryan a boner, and I think I'm happy for him.

Jeff's as tall as me, but Timmy's only like an inch taller than Ryan. Again I wonder for a second why I'm not getting more attention from the Georgia gay boys, my ego is taking a hit here. Both Jeff and Tim are certainly cute enough to be interesting. Tim with his sexy light brown hair cut preppy style. He's very clean and neat looking with that light complexion that always looks just-scrubbed. He's still just eighteen and feisty as a puppy and, like Jeff, usually smiling. On the negative side Timmy giggles a little too much for my taste and he has a two inch dick, and he's the one Ryan has the ginormous crush on. Ryan told me he's been ogling Tim since moving here before finally meeting him at Bible Study last Wednesday night, thanks to me. Jeff appears to be holding his own getting Ryan's attention and it's interesting because Tim isn't aware of Ryan's desire for him, plus he's Brad's boyfriend, and then there's Jeff who proclaimed a ginormous crush on Ryan, and Ryan is aware of that. Plus Ryan loves me and I just told him how much I admire how he's been handling everything. So, the question is: who's Ryan going to spend the most time with tonight? I don't know, except I have a feeling it isn't going to be me.

Brad and I are talking while the other three flirt with each other. He's a good talker and he's got this dry sense of humor while also showing a bit of a more dominant attitude now that he knows where I stand on that. He's moved up dominance-wise from our first fuck when he was feeling me out and acting sort of self deprecating, then at Bible study he'd already got a whiff of my submissive tendencies and felt comfortable telling me and Timmy what to do. So tonight he's very much in a leadership mode telling Timmy, "Stop hanging all over our new friend, Albert. And you too Jeff, you're attracting attention acting like love sick twelve year old boys. And don't encourage them Albert." Tim and Jeff smirk, but Ryan frowns like, 'Who the fuck are you talking to?' and I'm glad to see he's much more confident around Brad then he was at Bible study. Two dominant types, but Brad's definitely the alpha dog here. Some guys are natural leaders who take it for granted, mostly because it's always comes naturally to them. Better them than me. Ryan, Brad, and I are about the same age, we'll all be twenty-one in the next few months, and then there's Tim and Jeff who both just graduated high school this year.

When we've finished our beers, Brad says to all of us, "I need to tell you a few things. Y'all need to stay here so I'll know where to find you. I don't want you wandering off, any of you. Stay together and if you have a question about any thing, Tim's in charge so ask him. He's been here before and knows the club rules and his way around. If any of you get in trouble it's my membership that gets canceled. Got it?" He said that in a conversational voice, nothing especially bossy. Just explaining the lay of the land. We're all giving him blank stares with Ryan and me a little irked at being talked to like eighteen year olds, but Brad's got a big friendly smile on his face and apparently not meaning any offense so we let it slide. Brad's saying, "Okay then, I gotta tell ya you're some really cute dudes and I love hooking up with you, but right now I'm gonna check out my main man over there near the entrance. He just came in, so I'll catch up with y'all later." He hands me his empty beer bottle and I stare at it like I don't know what it is for a second. Brad walks away and I glance at Timmy, who's now suppose to be in charge? Heh heh. I watch Brad walking towards the entrance because I'm curious about the older dude he says is his main man. None of them standing near the entrance look anywhere near our age, then Brad kisses and hugs a man who's in his thirties with a bristly black mustache. Mustache puts his arm around the back of Brad's waist and leads him in the direction of the bar the way a guy does with a girl, or the way Ryan does with me, Willie too and occasionally ditto for my lover, Robby. So Brad's versatile, dominant sometimes and submissive to his sugar daddy other times. Huh!

I look at Tim and see he's wiggling his finger at me that I should come over. I swallow the last of my beer and lean in, "What's up, Tim?" He says, "Stay here with Jeff while I dance with Albert." I go, "Yeah, right. Forget about that, Timmy. I'm not standing here no matter what Brad said, I'm getting another beer." He wets his lips gulping, then says, "Okay, that's a good idea, get us all one. Jeff, you go with him, but come right back here." He sees me smirking and rolling my eyes at Jeff, and Tim goes, "I'm not kidding, Danny! Brad wants to know where we are in case he needs us for something." I go,"Needs us for what?" He's holding Ryan's hand and Ryan looks happy about that. Timmy says, "Never mind what he needs us for, just bring the beers back here." It's hard not to laugh because, like Wednesday night, the words Tim says are bossy and confident, but not the way he says them. He's intimidated by me I think, but his hero Brad said he's in charge so Timmy's doing the best he can with that, and I'm not helping much. He's a cute little girlie thing though, and when I asked him what Brad would need us for, he squeaked out his non-answer with tears in his eyes. I felt bad for him so I'm not teasing him anymore. Now he pulls Ryan's hand and they walk to the dance floor, Timmy not real confident about his in-charge role. Ryan's looking back at me grinning about poor Tim's attempt to tell me what to do. He's also grinning because he's holding hands with Tim. It's hard for me to believe that out of all the boys at church and Bible study Ryan picked Timmy to go secretly gaga over. Tim and Brad are a 'couple' by default since

they didn't know any other gay boys in town. Not until I showed up anyway.

Ryan and Tim disappear in the crowd of dancing men and I tell Jeff, "Looks like you're stuck with me. Come on, we'll get another beer." He nods his head still looking after Ryan and Tim, who he'd obviously rather be with. Jesus! We get to the bar where I look for Brad and the Mustache man, but they're not here. Maybe they're in one of the little rooms getting to know each other better. And oh great, there's like ten people in line now at the end of the bar. I'm standing here thinking we'll try a little later when someone taps my shoulder. Turning my head I see a guy who's maybe thirty years old, or early thirties, sitting at the bar. He's got a full blond beard and a fresh blond buzz cut. In my mind those two things do not look good together. He says, "I'll order what you need, boy, come here." Jeff looks at me, I shrug and walk the two step to where the man's sitting at the bar. He puts his arm around me pulling me against him, asking, "What's your name?" I mumble, "Felix," which is the first name that came to mind. He looks at Jeff, waving his hand for him to come over. Jeff steps up to my side, away from

the bearded man. Beard asks me, "What's your shy twinky boyfriend's name? I say, "Raymond," and he calls to the bartender, "Teddy, get your ass over here! I need to get drinks for my twinky friends Felix and Raymond." Jeff's

smirking at me while giving Beard the jerk-off sign, moving his fist back and forth under the bar's overhang. He's so young looking, bratty, and cute

that I have to grin at him. The bartender, Teddy, gives Beard the finger and does not get his ass over here. Beard laugh a phlegmy laugh, saying, "He's my life partner, he'll be over." He hugs me tighter and starts snuggling his bearded face against the side of my face kissing my cheek. Pulling his head away from mine, he says, "Damn, you smell sexy." I smell the back of my hand and say nothing while I'm staring at the bartender hoping he soon does gets his ass over here.

This guy, Beard, isn't bad looking at all. He's nice looking as a matter of fact except for the weird combo of buzz cut and full beard, a beard that's hanging most of the way down his neck. He has a strong cologne on too and his breath smells like peppermints. Not an offensive man, but not even close to someone I'd be interested in. When Teddy gets his ass over here, he goes, "Whaddaya want?" I say, "Five bottles of India Pale Ale," and Beard says, "Put it on my tab, Teddy." Teddy gives him the finger again, grinning, then leans over and him and Beard do a sloppy kiss with big tongues. Gross! Now Teddy's looking in the beer cooler and Beard's arm goes up from my waist and his hand runs up the back of my head, as he nods his head at Jeff, asking, "You two are either brothers or lovers, right?" I don't say anything as Jeff's trying to back away from Beard and me but he can't get far because guys are all around bumping into each other and copping feels on various asses. I chuckle when Jeff yips, "Ah!" and goes up on his toes. The two older men behind him are chuckling at each other. Maybe a double goose on Jeff's cute ass.

I'm still wrapped-up by Beard's arm, as Terry's opening the bottles of beer looking at Beard and me, pointing with the bottle opener at my haircut with a shrug, like, 'What the fuck that all about?'. Beard asks, "Yeah, what in the fuck club do you and Raymond belong to that ya gotta get haircuts like this?" His hands on top of my head now, rubbing it. I say, "Were into sadism, and casting spells, and shit like that. We do wild things like Raymond swallowed this big fat ugly hairy spider a half hour ago." Beard's jaw is hanging open, then he says, "You're full of shit!" I go, "Fuck you then!" I get really serious when I say, "Only last week Raymond had a vision that we should get identical haircut so we stole clippers from old man Arnie's barber shop and did the haircuts from his vision of ourselves. We're fucked up on acid right now too and I'm peeing down my leg." He looks at me, than Jeff, who's frowning, then magically Jeff picks his nose with his finger going in covering the finger nail as he makes a goofy face like he's in ecstasy. Genius! I almost laugh out loud, but do my fake coughing for thirty seconds instead with Beard patting my back. He's looking at my crotch seeing if I actually am peeing my pants. I can't wait to tell Sammy my peeing my pants line when I get to work Monday.

Beard says, "You're two fucked-up twins alright, but I need something from you for buying you two weirdos five beers," so he gropes my crouch and gives me an open mouth kiss with his fat soft disgusting tongue filling my mouth. Some tongues just aren't meant be used in another person's mouth. Only fairly firm tongues, but not hard ones, should be used for deep kissing. Beard's kiss was gag-inducing for sure, but to his credit he passes us the beer bottles after the kiss, saying, "Have a nice day," and as we walk away we hear Beard and Teddy laughing their asses off. I think beard was laughing at himself, and Teddy was joining in. So, not so bad. Five free beers and we're still alive. Jeff says, "Hey Danny, the next time you get called over by some old man, I'm running in the opposite direction." I go, He wasn't an old man, ya nut," and hold one of the beer bottles under my arm so I can put my finger in my nose and we get the giggles and can't stop.

Back at our spot no one else is there so we set the two beers down for Ryan and Tim and drink some of ours. Jeff says, "That fucking Dulson is monopolizing Albert. He promised we'd take turns dancing." I ask, Who's Dulson?" He's like, "Tim Dulson," and I go, "Ah yes." I'd forgotten his last name. "Did you know Tim very well in high school, Jeff?" He nods, "Heh heh, yeah. I got to know him because he's so fucking cute, don't ya think?" I go, "Oh yeah, he is," and Jeff goes, "You know how it goes, I fantasized he was gay never thinking he was and then I meet him tonight and I'm like shocked, like what the fuck's going on. And now he's more interested in Albert then me." After a bit I say, "Do you need anymore kissing lessons?" and we make-out casually in between swallows of beer until Ryan and Tim return and get their beers off the floor.

They're both sweating as Tim says to Jeff, "FYI, Albert can't dance for shit." Tough words said shyly while checking Ryan to see if he's pissed-off. He isn't, as Ryan gulps some beer, then says, "Tim's teaching me. I was better at the end there," and Tim looks at me, saying as a question, "I'm glad you did what you're told, Danny." They're the words spoken, but they sounded like a whiny, 'Am I glad you did what you're told? I can't resist a little more teasing, asking, "Why are you breaking my balls with this shit, Timmy?" More tears in his eyes as he says, "Brad said..." but he can't finish. Feeling bad for him again, I grin giving his shoulders a hug, mumbling, "I'm just kidding you, bro." He grins then wipes his eyes and fuck, he's cute with the little spaces between in super white teeth, the top ones. Almost all boys around our age have nice white teeth it seems. Tim sort of leans into Ryan as he says, "Albert can't dance for shit, but he's sexy." What the fuck is it with these Georgia hicks and Ryan. I mean, I think he's sexy too, but back at college I didn't notice a fan club forming around him. Must just be a huge coincidence.

Jeff tells the boys about our experience getting the beers and we get into laughing fits putting our fingers in our noses. So childish! Tim shyly asks Jeff to dance and Jeff says, "It's my turn to dance with Albert." Ryan says, "You and me next dance, Jeff." Tim and Jeff disappear in the crowd, the perfect couple if you ask me. Ryan says, "Jesus, I got a huge boner dancing and touching Timmy. He has no confidence at all though, did you notice that?" I nod, saying, "They seem like kids to me. Cute kids for sure, but kids." Ryan's like, "Yeah, I guess, but there's something about Tim that gets my dick buzzing." There's 'something' about Tim alright, his two inch dick, but I'll let Ryan find out for himself. We finish our beers in between a couple of kisses. Ryan says jokingly, "I told you you'd fall in love with me,& didn't I?" I mumble, "Yeah, that's what you told me," wondering if he isn't right about that. He looks at his empty beer bottle and says with a grin, "Lets get drunk," and we head for the bar through the crowd of gay men. Ryan leaning close to me grinning, says, "I think I'm noticing that maturity you were talking about on the way over here." I put my finger in my noise and we laugh and both of pretend putting our fingers in our nose.

As we approach the bar a miracle happens, three men get up from the bar and we're in two of their seats in a flash. I half expect the bartender to tell us the seats are saved, but he comes down cleaning away their glasses and wiping the bar with a bar rag, asking, "What'll it be boys?" This is a younger bartender then Terry, a very gay younger one who speaks with a lisp and is a bit of a swisher. He's youngish looking and kind of hot with sandy hair and the obligatory short beard, his is reddish looking like maybe a three or four day growth. I see so many guys with that short beard 'look' and I gotta wonder who starts these fads anyway. Actually I've read that gays set the style that straights pick-up on just about the time the gays are getting ready to change to the next fashion fad. I don't know if that's true or not. Ryan tells the swisher, "Two shots of tequila and two draft beers." Oh fuck! That's always my reaction to shots, but I always drink them anyway because there's few stronger pressures than peer pressure. Most of us want to be like everybody else. I'm guessing there's a chance some of us will eventually outgrow that tendency.

We down the shots of disgusting tequila and gulp beer to help kill the taste. Ryan gets the bartenders attention pointing at our shot glasses and the guy swishes on down to us and pour us two more shots. We've both got twenty dollar bill in front of us and the bartender takes what we owe for each round. As he's doing that he lisps to Ryan, "Are you two a couple? If so your boyfriend is fucking sizzling hot! If not," and he looks at me, "I want a date." Ryan says, "Yeah, he's my 'boy', ain't he cute?" The bartender pretends to touch my forehead pulling his finger back making a hissing sound like he burned himself. It's about fucking time somebody gave me a little attention, so I give the bartender, Alvin is the name on his name tag, one of my ninety watt smile. I don't dare use my hundred watt smile or he might leap over the bar at me. Alvin manages to control himself, asking, "Two more beers?" He asks Ryan that, so somehow it's conveyed that Ryan's the dominant one between us. How'd Alvin know that? Ryan and I have four shots and four beers over the next hour necessitating extra cash from our pockets to the bar. I'm chuckling to myself and Ryan asks, "What's funny?" and I go, "We're gonna get Timmy in trouble because we are not where Brad told us to be and we haven't been for well over an hour." Ryan mutters, "Fuck 'em," and orders another round.

It's a fact that conversation comes easier when you get a little drunk and we're mostly talking about us. It's like that mutual admiration society thing I mentioned to Jeff back at the house. Ryan has unlimited compliments for me professing his love leading to us kissing at the bar and both of us getting boners making us giggle while feeling each other's hard rod. My maturing efforts are definitely on hold tonight. Because of the booze our conversation, not surprisingly, gets pretty mushy and then I'm telling Ryan again how sexy he is when he's being in charge and laying the law down to me. Then he seriously explains it's not always an easy job, but he does it because I need it and he knows it and blah, blah, blah. If we listen to a tape of our conversation sober we'd faint from embarrassment, but that's to be expected when you try carrying on a serious conversation drunk.

By the time we even thinking about moving away from the bar I've built-up Ryan as the most awesome dominant sex partner in the history of the world, and I'm damn lucky to have him. If I ever act like an ingrate Ryan's got a responsibility to put me in my place and more blah, blah, blah until Ryan takes charge of the situation, saying, "Come on, baby, we're gonna check out one of those little rooms Brad mentioned. My boy needs a hard fucking before we do anymore drinking." He's got hold of my hand pulling me off the stool and I go sprawling on the floor knocking drinks out of men's hands. No one's especially pissed except for one hard-ass poor-sport, who we ignore, but my clumsiness gets me about fifty gooses on my ass and crotch as they set me on my feet. Ryan puts his arm around my waist, saying, "Stay back!" to the guys around us getting a round of laughs from the group. With a serious expression on his face Ryan's leading me through the crowd by the hand with some guys, drunk by now, making snide comments seeing Ryan pulling me, and me trying to keep up. Comments like, 'Yeah, take him in the lavatory and give your boy a spanking,' and, "Ooueee, somebody's ass is gonna get plowed... what's your hurry twink?' shit like that. Plus we're both getting goosed on the ass and crotch every thirty seconds, and it feels good. As I follow Ryan, I'm thinking he looks tough and cool and sexy. I'm also thinking I probably overdid the part about how much I admire him and the way he handles himself, and about what an awesome dom he's been to me and how much I appreciate it. Oh fuck! I think I told him that stupid thing about him staying on my case if he thinks I need it. Goddammit, and the worse part is not remembering the other stuff I said. I can't remember everything, but I know he soaked it all in. Oh balls, at one point I got off the stool and made a jackass of myself fondling him with him smugly letting me kiss all over his face. We started laughing after awhile, but I had this big boner poking out my pants. What an ass I was. No more shots for me. Robby has the right idea: no shots! Him and me are now officially off shots from now on! He told me he's never having another shot of whiskey and now I'm not either!

On our way to finding the little rooms we stop at the corner, the one we're suppose to stay in, and find Timmy alone. Ryan asks, "Where's Jeff?" and Timmy, about to cry, says, "I don't know. I've been standing here by myself fending off older guys waiting for you guys. Where have you been?" All this he says to Ryan, not me, and it comes out as one long whine, plus he's leaning against Ryan, which has Ryan beaming as he puts his arm around Timmy. I check for a bulge in Ryan lap, but he hasn't sprung another one yet, not since the ones at the bar. I can tell he drooling over Tim though. Ryan whispers in Tim's ear, then takes Tim's hand, and mine, leading us back to the bar for some reason, with Ryan saying, "Timmy, you're sticking with me the rest of the night." Our seats at the bar are taken naturally. Ryan, emboldened by booze, gets himself in between two seated guys at the bar. He waits a second, then calls to Alvin, who comes right down and leans his elbows on the bar, saying, "Nice tip, thank you." I can see Ryan's eyes light up because he pulled me away from the bar forgetting about our money there. We were paying for each round as we drank it. There must have been twenty dollars in ones and fives in change from tens and twenty dollar bills we used to

paid for our drinks. Ryan shakes that off and orders two shots for Tim and one shot for him and me. Then three drafts beers. So much for me joining Robby's no-more-shots club. Timmy's looking at Ryan like he's his temporary dom until Brad returns. We all down the shots, then Timmy does his second without any sign of stress and we carry the beers with us. We're back to looking for the hall leading to the little rooms. As we walk and drink, bumping into guys and spilling beer, Ryan's drunkenly telling Timmy how he is going to fuck Tim and me hard. Timmy's eyes are big, totally into the idea. Me too.

Tim and I exchange excited grins, oh boy we're gonna get fucked again together like Brad did us the garden shed. I feel younger than Timmy as I'm hurrying after Ryan. Then Tim and I are kissing like we did when Brad was fucking us. Ryan oblivious because he's so intent on finding the little fucking rooms. So desperate to find them he begins asking guys about the little rooms and it turns out they're on the attic floor, one flight up. We find the stairs as I'm noticing discreet signs on all the wall pointing to what they call 'Social Rooms'. Going up the steps I tell Tim, "My bedroom's in the attic," and as he often does, he says a non sequitur, "I'm telling Brad you were making out with me." Why do I bother with these babies. Tim's eighteen going on twelve. The hall for the "social Rooms' has doors all the way down it on both sides and the first door Ryan tries, opens. We go in a dimly lit room with a sloping ceiling and a cot. Ryan pulls Tim's shirt off, then his pants, just like that. Now he's staring open mouth at Tim's little pecker and his normal size balls that look large compared to his penis. His cock's only long enough to hang three-quarters of the way down his scrotum. I'm guessing it's two and a half inches long at the most, but I saw it get a tiny bit larger when erect in the garden shed. Not much longer though, and it's a pencil dick, meaning thin. A stub of a pencil dick I guess would be more accurate. Ryan's still staring at it although Timmy's oblivious as he plays with it. I'm gawking at his two nip rings and the tattoo of a ball and chain connecting his nipples.

Ryan's shaking his head a little, glances at me then back at Tim's dick, then he says to me, "Suck Tim's cock, Danny," and Tim holds it out to me with no expression on his face. Bending over I take it in my mouth getting a whiff of his shaved crouch without detecting any particular odor. Maybe a slight stale smell like he skipped bathing today. My tongues all over the pencil stub with Tim rubbing my shoulders giggling and moving his feet making Ryan chuckle. His cock gets really hard really fast and when I slide it out on my tongue it's shiny with spit, the pencil stub sticking straight out from Tim's body, very straight and tight. Ryan pulls my cargo shorts and underwear down just past my ass and, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" and a faint voice from the next room saying, "Yeah, spank his naughty ass." Leaving my buttocks red and stinging, Ryan stands in front of Tim with a semi-boner, the one he got from spanking me. Tim bends over slurping on Ryan's huge cock the same way he slurped on Brad's average size one. He took the fat head of Ryan's big fat cock in his mouth without commenting on it's size and weight. Considering the size of Tim's dick, not commenting on the size of Ryan's strikes me as very peculiar.

Ryan's running his fingers through Tim's preppy hair cut that's getting a little shaggy. Ryan's complimenting Tim on his hair, his cock sucking ability, his cute ass, his cute shoulders, his cute face and you name any part of Tim's body and Ryan's complimenting the shit out of it. His brain is all wrapped up in Timmy. To me Timmy's cute, very few people would disagree with that, but sexually he doesn't do it for me. Maybe it's because of his occasional girlie mannerisms or his small penis. Other than that he has an especially good body. It's a mostly hairless body, surprisingly hot for it's small size. Very nice muscle definition from his shoulders to his feet. Good body but I have my doubts about how bright he is, although he did graduated high school for whatever that's worth. He's definitely not some skinny weakling like a 'before' picture in a muscle building magazine. He's be a good 'after' picture for smaller bodies. I'm enjoying watching him suck Ryan's cock with spit dripping off his chin and his little hand stroking the shaft pushing and pulling the foreskin of Ryan's cock against his lips. There's less and less foreskin movement as Ryan's big cock gets harder and harder. Ryan's stopped complimenting Tim by now and instead is making, 'Szzzz,' sounds as he sucks air past his lips and moves his feet at the sensations from the head of his now hard cock, that's got his full attention now.

I slip around behind Tim to get a good look at his ass and it's pretty much perfect. Two bubble butt hairless mounds. The mounds look kinda plump so I put my open hands on each cheek and squeeze... they're firm and tight. Sweet! Guiding my boned-up cock to the back of his scrotum I drag the head up his ass crack and over his asshole. His body's reflex action to the stimulation from my boner's head causes his buttocks to harden, squeezing my cock between these muscular butt cheeks for a moment before relaxing again. I do it again, but this time stop at his asshole and lean against it as his anus' lips reluctantly spread a little. Spreading his firm butt cheeks and staring at my cock's head partially in his ass, then more pressure and, "Ooooh," from me as the head of my cock disappears, slipping in past his sphincter muscle. Timmy exhales nosily through his nose arching him back. The head of my boner is nestled inside his rectum with his sphincter muscle tight around the neck of my cock just under the head. Again leaning forward pushing my boner another inch up his ass and Tim takes Ryan's boner from his mouth while doing that amazing arching of his back again, it's like a ballerina or gymnast or something. He tightens his ass muscles, grunting, then says, "Go ahead, Danny, push it all the way in." Ryan looks pissed as I steadily push my bare boner up Tim's ass until a guilty feeling ruins it, so I reluctantly pull my cock out with Tim going, "Mmmm, nooo, don't." I mutter, "No condom, Tim," and he goes in his pocket and comes out with one, saying, "It's the only one I got."

Ryan takes the condom from Tim's finger before he can hand it to me, mumbling, "No ya don't. This is for me," and rips open the packer. Tim straighten up, turns around and puts his hands behind my neck kissing my lips, then laughing, "That was for putting your cock in my ass. It felt like a perfect fit." The condom Ryan slides on his boner extends only halfway up the shaft. It must be a 'small' which makes sense.Tim's watching, mumbling, "That cock might not fit up my skinny ass." Ryan grins, "You'll learn to like my big boy, Tim. Ask Danny." Tim glances at me, and then back to Ryan's engorged cock with the tiny condom on it. Ryan's looking around the little room, finally shrugging, saying, "I guess both you boys could bend over holding onto the foot of the bed frame." Well, I'm hot for getting fucked after watching Timmy suck on Ryan's big cock and then getting my cock up Tim's hot pretty ass. I get next to Tim who's already bent over at the waist holding the bed frame bar at the foot of the bed. I do the same with our sides touching and us grinning at each other. Like in the garden shed, Tim covers my left hand with his right one and giggles a little, saying, "I like sharing a fuck with you, but don't tell Brad." My eyes are slightly blurry from the booze, and I know from experience, even though I think I'm fine I'm actually fairly drunk. Like with weed, booze lessens inhibitions which can lead to unexpected sexual experiences. Ryan's behind us, saying, "I'm going up Tim's ass first because he'll need most of the condom's lubricant taking my big cock up his ass for the first time." Timmy looks back at Ryan, "I'm not really all that worried about it, Albert. Go ahead and do it." Brave words, but said like he didn't mean it. Ryan smacks Tim's ass, "SMACK" and Tim yips as Ryan says, "I've got Danny's ass trained to accept my boner without a lot of pain, but this will be a new experience for you." Tim looks back at him again, saying, "I've been fucked with bigger cock than your's, Albert. Much bigger." Which of course is total bull shit because Brad's the only other gay guy Tim knows

A bit unsteady on his feet from the booze, Ryan sways a little putting a hand on Timmy's buttocks to steady himself, as he says, "No you haven't," and his other hand guides his cock's head to Tim's asshole, then Ryan humps the head right in. Tim's back arches unbelievably as he goes, "Unh, ooh, feels good." Ryan's got both hands on the front of Timmy's thighs, his fingers near Tim's small junk, as he moves his hips forward pushes his boner right up Tim's ass with Ryan going, "Ooooh," then, "Mmmmmm." Tim's grunting, his face red as his ass seems to lift higher, then, "Aaaah, oooh, yeah, you're awfully big, but it feels good, Albert. Maybe that guy's cock wasn't a lot bigger than your's after all." Ryan's leaning against Tim's buttocks breathing fast little bursts. I wonder how Ryan must feel right now after lusting for Timmy ever since moving to Georgia and now he's got his cock up Tim's ass.

Ryan looks at me with a proud grin on his face, saying, "Hellava ass on this kid." He pulls his big boner back and slides it right back up and this time Tim yells, "Ow!" and lowers his ass a little. Then it's, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," and some dude in the hall yells, "Fuck that ass!" Ryan's kinda drunk and not all that concerned with the nuances of fucking for mutual pleasure. It's more like he's just getting the ultimate pleasure for himself as he slams his cock roughly up Timmy's ass. It soon occurs to me Ryan's just going to get himself off and I'll be stuck either with Tim's pencil stub of a dick or waiting until Ryan can come up with another boner. "Slap, slap,slap," and now Ryan's smacking Timmy's ass with every thrust. Tim's making moaning and groaning sounds of deep sexual pleasure with his body rocking at every thrust up his ass. They both appear to be deeply into sexual pleasure for maybe three minutes until Tim's hard little body becomes stiff. I see that his cock's as hard as any I've seen, but it still isn't near three inches long, although it's stretched painfully by the looks of it. The

pointy red head is swollen twice that of the shaft and then. "Eeeeee!," from Timmy and out shoots a hard stream of cum with Tim pulling his ass forward humping hard as another four squirts of teen spunk fires from that little hard pecker. I glance at Ryan who's boner flop out of Tim's ass when he humped his hips forwards.

Ryan loses his balance a little and backs up to the wall behind us in this small room. His big boner is swollen and hanging at half mast between his legs, shiny with slippery cum, and too too heavy to stick straight out, although it is as hard and tight as a fat metal rod. Tim's using his thumb and index finger to stroke his prickle fast and furious getting little sprays of watery cum from his nuts that travel three inches at most. I'm still bending over holding onto the bed frame staring at everything Tim does, fascinated by his little cock. Then out of the corner of my eye I see Ryan pull the condom off, so I push my ass up. He slaps it, "SMACK! SMACK!" and pushes his naked cock up my ass with my back arching almost as much as Timmy's as I go, "Ooooow!" and hear laughter from the room across the hall. They yell something I can't make it out. This public fucking leaves something to be desired. Ryan tells me, "Take my big cock, boy! You told me at the bar it's the best cock you've ever had in you ass." Did I actually say that? Well, if it's not the best, it's in the top four or five for sure. Ryan's not messing around with this, it's fast hard eight inch drives of his fat boner up my ass with me jostling with every thrust, my hand slipping off the frame and me flopping face first on the bed, a bed probably fifty guys shot their loads on. I struggle off the bed with the constant, fast sounds of male fucking in my ears, "Slap, slap, slap, slap." Sensations from my anus and prostate are screaming pleasure until I'm not sure where I am. Ryan makes a straggling sound in his throat, his crotch flat against me humping on my butt cheeks shooting what feels like a pint of cum up my ass. I'm right on the verge of climax when Ryan does one last hump and slides sideways pulling his cock out of my ass as he slowly sits on the floor next to me with his back against the bed. Gasping for air he's pulling on his sloppy dick, sweat on his forehead.

I pull on my dick too, then see Tim who's eyes are wide from watching Ryan fuck me. He's stroked himself another little boner and our eyes meet, then he says, "I don't have a condom," and I go, "Your safe with me, but don't try it with anyone else." He gets behind me, gripping my hips and pushing his cock easily up my ass, all maybe two and three-quarter inches of it and begins a very fast fuck. Amazingly he's stimulating my prostate with the perfect size dick to do that. The swollen head seems to be constantly moving right over my prostate. The head of his cock makes-up almost half his entire penis and I'm soon moaning with my head back. Timmy leans over me smacking the back of my head, asking, "How you like my cock, bitch?" If it wasn't feeling so awesomely sexy I'd laugh at that. Then I'm humping my hips as Tim's still flashing his cock back and fourth up my ass and it's unbelievable how good it feels. I squeal like mad as cum fires from of my hard boned-up penis, sexual pleasure sensations flaring in my head and then another slap from Timmy, "Cum more, you slutty bitch!" and some one yells, "You tell her, tiger!" My mouths open as I'm shivering at the after affects of orgasm. Holy shit! Still thrusting his cock in my ass I'm trying to catch my breath when I get another smack on the side of my head which weirdly makes me hump as if I'm going to have another orgasm. Coming to my senses finally, but feeling week after my climax, I reach behind me trying to push Tim away but he's still thrusting. It felt fantastic, but now all I want to do is sit on the floor next to Ryan and catch my breath and enjoy my orgasm's after affects.

Timmy won't stop though and I'm moving around straightening up but he's clinging to me humping and saying, "Almost, I'm almost gonna cum," so I bend over again and find myself grinning. Damn that was a good climax Tim fucked out of me and his little boner still feels really good in my ass. That little fucker is like a prostate stimulator because the head moves over it like ninety percent of the time. His fat, pointy pricklet's head. Finally Tim almost climbs on my back, his feet off the floor as he's humping against my butt cheeks and with a sigh cums in my ass. I don't feel it hit, but it is a little slipperier in there. I'd like to have had his first orgasm shot up my ass. That was a big orgasm that Ryan fucked out of him. Tim slides off my back as Ryan gets to his feet and leans against the door not looking too good. He's very pale, muttering, "You guys put on a good show. That was so cool when you tried to get away, Danny, but Timmy was clinging to you, still humping, ha ha," then he does two foul sounding burps. Tim's bent over, his hands on his knees, breathing deeply. He lifts his head looking at me, asking, "How was it, bitch?" Dumb-ass kid with a pencil stub dick! But I laugh and he giggles. Ryan says, "I think I'm gonna throw up," and then he does in the corner away from the bed. Tim and I are pulling up our pants as fast as we can. Tim's looking for his shirt and, oh, the stink! I spot his shirt on the other side of the bed and grab it, then open the door pushing Ryan out with Tim right behind us giggling again. I say, "Albert, put your dick away. He looks sick as he drops his head and sees his big limp noodle hanging out his fly. Tim and I are going down the steps as Ryan stands at the top zippering up. Then he slowly comes down too.

Down on the second floor nothing has changed. It's still crowded and noisy with club music thumping out of the speakers and the place smelling like whiskey and beer. I'm pushing a finger at my ass crack trying to stop Tim's and Ryan's cum from drooling out, then give up on that, asking him, "Where's the designated smoking area?" He shrugs, "I don't smoke. Hey, you got a good ass for fucking." I go, "Thanks, and I appreciate you getting me off like that since Albert sort of left me hanging out to dry there." Tim says, "If you want I'll fuck you again in an hour or so. What time is it anyway?" I look at my watch, "Um, it's a minute before twelve o'clock." He mumbles, "Good, we got two more hours at least. Two o'clock is the earliest they close." I raise my eyebrows taking a deep breath wondering if I can last another two hours." Ryan's supporting himself against the wall. I'm like, "Timmy, if we go outside can we come back in without paying again?" He nods, "Yeah, they stamp the back of your hand." I go, "Good, help me get Albert to his car so he can get a little sleep, then you and me will go back in. Okay?" He's a little drunk too so he's not as whiny as usual when he again asks, "Can I fuck you again?" I rub his little shoulder saying, "You bet, tiger."

First though I get a bottled water from the bar while Tim watches Ryan, who's again slumped to the floor sitting there with his eyes closed. Back with the water I kneel down and pat Ryan's cheek. He opens his eyes and smiles, "Here, drink this, Albert." He guzzles a mouthful, twirls it around in his mouth, turns his head a spits it out on the floor as I mutter, "Jesus." He does it again and then drinks most of the bottle. Tim and I get him up and over to the door just as Brad comes in smelling of cologne. It's the older man's cologne because Brad didn't smell like this earlier. I say, "Where the fuck you been, Brad. We've been in that fuckin' corner for hours." He apologizes sounding drunk, then says he needs to go to the bathroom. We get the back of our hands stamped as Tim tells me, "Brad must have just taken it up the ass from Ollie. He always thinks he needs to shit after being fucked by Ollie's huge cock." I go, "How interesting," and with Tim's help, and he's a strong little bastard, we get Ryan to the car. I drove us here so I have the keys and unlock the doors. Ryan's mostly asleep by now. I move the front seats as far forward as they'll go and get Ryan laying in the back seat. He certainly can't stretch out, but I don't think he'll mind. I put the window down a inch and lock the car.

Walking back to the club through the parking lot, I say, "We've gotta find Jeff. It's been like an hour and a half since we saw him last. Tim says, "Grab a smoke out here, and then we'll hunt him down," which is a good idea. As I light the cigarette Tim says, "I'm going to fuck you again tonight, you okay with that?" I go, "We've been over this five times already," and he goes, "Ryan's my man, but tonight I'm gonna stick with you." I go, "Good, but we gotta find Jeff before we do anything." He nods his head and I ruffle his hair like you do with little kids. He tries combing it with his fingers muttering, "I need a haircut, I know. I asked Albert if he'd do one of 'his boys' specialty haircuts like your's and Jeff's, and he said he would." I'm looking at him incredulously, "You're kidding me, right?" and he goes, "No, seriously, Albert told me he has the ginormous crush on me and he'd be glad to do it for me. And for free too." I cannot believe this shit! "What will your parents say?" He goes, "Nothing. Last summer I shaved my head. Remember when that was popular?" I go, "No!" and he mumbles, "Well it was here anyway." Flipping my cigarette butt off Timmy's sneaker, making him giggle, I annoyingly mutter, "Come on, lets find Jeff." Ryan wants to be like me, huh? Well, he's doing a pretty fuckin' good imitation so far whether he knows it or not.

to be completed... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com

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