DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION
Chapter 17
by Donny Mumford
I'm with Timmy outside the gay club smoking a cigarette. We just put Ryan in the backseat of his Mini to sleep off his load, and now our next order of business is finding Jeff. Finished my smoke Tim and I saunter back into the club showing the stamp on the back of our hands and being waved through by the bouncer. I say, "Let's walk through the sports bar, maybe Jeff's there." Bradford Blake passed us ten minutes ago when we were taking Ryan to the car. He smelled of someone else's cologne and he was kinda drunk. That's the first we've seen of him since we arrived here around nine-thirty, and now it's a little after twelve and Brad's missing again. Tim says, "Lets shoot a game of pool," and I go, "No, are you crazy? We gotta find Jeff. You and Jeff are gonna need a ride back to Brad's house whenever we get around to leaving." He asks, "Are you saying you don't want me to fuck you again tonight?" I go, "No, I'm not saying that. That little pecker of your's got me off really good." He frowns, "It's not that little," and I say, "Of course it's not. It's a hellava sex tool, Timmy." And it is too, in a novelty sort of way. The fat head of his cock just reaches my prostate so when thrusting or pulling back that little sucker stimulated my prostate both ways. I was kinda drunk the first time, so I want to experience it again and see it I get the same reaction. I may be exaggerating it in my head, but I don't think so.
After circling the sports bar and not seeing either Bradford or Jeffrey we go up to the second floor bar. The DJ is still rocking the place with club tunes that have the big beat encouraging dancing. Sadly, I haven't danced even once tonight and it doesn't look like I will. Gazing around this club it doesn't appear anybody's left this joint. It's still as crowded as ever. The first place we check for Jeff is in 'our' corner, the one Brad told us not to leave, and we find its now occupied by two guys making-out. I'm like, "Let's check the third floor and maybe we'll hear his voice in one of those little social rooms." Going up the steps Tim's concerned, telling me, "I'm not sure I can get it up again this soon, Danny." I chuckle, "We're not fucking now! Keep your weenie in your shorts, we're looking for Jeff." Actually I'm a little worried about Jeff, him being a novice gay boy among all these experienced gay men, many of whom are on the prowl. On the third floor I hear voices coming from behind closed doors in a few of the little rooms so I stop outside each one listening closely as Tim peeks inside the empty rooms. Mostly I can only hear heavy breathing and sounds of arousal, or just the muted sounds of male's fucking. I'm not hearing Jeff's voice, which doesn't necessarily mean he isn't in one of the rooms. I'm certainly not opening doors, and I knew this was a long-shot attempt at finding him anyway. Giving up, we go back down to the second floor.
Wandering around the second floor, dodging dancers and men drinking, bumping into a few who purposely step in our paths... the assholes. Some of these men are undoubtedly trying to pick up a willing sex partner, a stranger to have sex with, but it ain't gonna be me or Timmy. Not if I have anything to say about it. A half dozen of the men we pass offer to buy us a drink and I'm like, "No thank you, we're on a mission," which gets some laughs and a few gooses or pats on my ass. No offense intended towards any of these men, but I'm glad I don't need to find sex partners this way. Luckily I've already found the love of my life in Robby, and an awesome side-sex buddy in Ryan. Then I see Brad hanging on some guy not much older than us. "Come on, Tim, lets ask Brad." We make our way to him and when he sees us it's like Tim and I are his best friends in the world, friends he hasn't seen in years. Exaggerated hugs and kisses on the mouth, "Guys, awesome to see you! Hey, meet Mitch Frick," and he introduces us by name. Brad's drunk of course, but Mitch is not. He gives us a cool greeting, then gives me a second look, asking, "You with someone?" and Tim looks at Brad, who says, "Yeah, Mitch, he's with me, obviously."
Mitch is a big guy, as in tall and large, but not really what you'd call fat. He looks like a bully, that's mostly what he looks like. Big people get impressed with their own size after awhile. There's nothing especially unattractive about him and nothing especially attractive either. Just some guy. I tell Brad that we can't find Jeff and he laughs, saying, "He's with Ollie." Now that really pisses me off! I ask, "Did he know how old Ollie is when you fixed him up with him?" Brad goes, "No, and I don't know how old Ollie is either, but he's hung like a horse, I know that!" I mutter, "Lucky you, " and Tim asks, "Where is he now?" Mitch says, "This is getting boring, Brad. Can you send your little twinky friends on their way so we can continue our conversation?" Giving Mitch a look of disgust, then deciding to ignore him, I'm like, "Brad, where are Jeff and this man, Ollie? Ya know Jeff's only eighteen, right? An eighteen year old virgin." Mitch says, "Go away, please! Can't you see we're talking." Tim says, "Fuck you, Mitch," but the way he said it almost sounds like he asked Mitch, 'Should I go fuck myself?'. We all look at Tim for a second, then Brad looks at Mitch, then at me, saying, "Um, they left awhile ago, so I don't really know. If Jeff's still with Ollie he'll be upstairs in the last room on the left. That's sort of Ollie's..." but I don't hear him finish because I've turned around and waded into the crowd of men. I'm heading for the stairs with Tim following me, saying, "Wait up."
This afternoon Jeff was a gay boy in the closet, one who didn't know another gay person, and then in a matter of hours he had two gay friends, Ryan and me, then he met a classmate of his who he didn't know was gay, Tim, and Tim's boyfriend Brad. Now he's in a gay men's club and Brad's hooked him up with an experienced gay man. Obviously Jeff in over his head, in way over his head. Ryan and I should have been looking out for him and I feel like shit for not doing that, which is why I'm desperate now to find him and see that he's alright. We hurry back up the steps and down to the last room on the left. I put my ear against the door and hear murmuring inside, but can't tell if it's Jeff. Hmmm, if I burst in and it's not Jeff that wouldn't be good. Tim asks, "What are you gonna do?" I walk Tim away from the door and whisper to him, "I'm going to yell: 'Tim, have you seen Jeff'. You know, like I'm looking for him and I spotted you at the end of the hall. If he's in that room he'll hear me." Tim frowns, "Um, you want me to go down the end of the hall?" I chuckle, "No, numb-nuts, I'm pretending your down there." So I yell loudly, "Yo, Timmy, have you seen Jeff?" We both look at the door as someone a couple of doors down yells, "Shut the fuck up, asshole!" Tim and I are looking at the last door on the left and... nothing.
I'm like, "Lets go, I don't think he's up here." Going down the steps I ask Tim a random question to hide how concerned I am, "Ah, um, when's Albert suppose to give you his specialty haircut?" Tim's no where near as concerned about Jeff as I am, as he excitedly says, "Oh yeah, that. I'm coming to baseball practice to watch you guys, and afterwards I'm following Albert's car to your house. It's gonna be so cool with the same haircut you and Jeff have." He's going to follow us to my house... right. Tim's like, "I gotta take a piss," and I realize I do too. In the lavatory I see two pair of feet below the door in one stall, both facing forward, so somebody's getting it up the ass. Lots of low groaning and wet mouth sounds coming from another stall, and I'm guessing some cock-sucking is going on in there. These guys couldn't even wait to take their urges to the third floor social rooms. Lovely! Tim's pointing at the stall with men fucking, holding his hand over his mouth, giggling. Kids!
There's another stall with the door closed but no feet showing, so I don't know what's up with that. Whipping out my dick and peeing in the end urinal, Tim stands right next to me peeing in the next urinal instead of one of the other six available ones. I give a quick glance at his tiny dick, again wondering in amazement how awesome it felt in my ass. Then I say, "Ya know, Tim, your boyfriend Brad is a total asshole for giving Jeff to that old guy, Ollie." He says, "Yeah, I know that, but it's not like Brad and I are actual boyfriends. It's mostly that we're the only gays around our age we know locally. Brad's more then two years older than me ya know, but even so we somehow hooked up last summer at the pool both our families use." I ask, "How'd that happen?" and he shrugs, "Oh, he just caught me gawking at guy's cocks and asses. You know, while changing into bathing suits, and he's been fucking me ever since. He won't let me fuck him though." I say, "Well, now you..." and we hear from the mystery stall, "Tim, Danny, is that you guys?" Our backs are to the doors. Shaking the last drips of pee off my dick, I turn my head, "Jeff?" and the lock clicks and out he comes. I'm relieved but a little pissed-off that he disappeared like he did, "Fuck, Jeff! Where the fuck you been?" He says, "Where the fuck have you been? Some old man tried to get me to go upstairs with him. Fucking Brad was there too. I got away from the old bastard and came in here to hide."
Zippered-up I turn around and give Jeff a hug, asking, "You ditched him, huh?" Jeff laughs, "Yeah, whaddaya think, I was gonna give myself up to him? I'm saving my ass for Albert." I go, "Ya just met Albert too, how can you be so sure you want to give up your ass to him?" Timmy turns around still shaking his two inch dick, saying, "Pussy! That's what Brad calls my ass sometimes. He says he's going to fuck my pussy raw." Jeff and I are frowning at Tim as Jeff goes, "What?" and I mumble, "Pussy, huh? That's very original of Brad." Now Jeff's blatantly staring at Tim's dick like he can't believe his eyes. Tim's oblivious as he zippers up asking Jeff, "What? Why are you staring at me?" and he's looking at his shorts, asking, "Did I pee on myself or something?" How the fuck can he not be aware he has the smallest penis of any eighteen year old in Georgia? Jeff looks at me grinning, as he mumbles, "Oh nothing, Tim, nothing at all." Tim says, "Danny and I were looking all over for ya, dude," and he gives Jeff a hug.
As we head for the lavatory's door, I ask, "How long ya been in that toilet stall?" and he shrugs, "Maybe forty-five minutes, maybe longer. I heard at least three different guys get fucked in here," then he points to the stall where the sounds of male fucking is coming from, and adds, "Hear that? Hell, a half hour ago two guys fucked in the stall right next to mine." Outside the lavatory now,Tim asks, "What'd ya do?" and Jeff laughs, "I stood on the toilet seat and tried peeking over the divider wall." I go, "Bull shit! You did not!" Jeff says, "Did so. Hey, I need a drink." On the way to the bar Jeff shows us his stamped hand telling us he got tired of being 'hit on' so he went outside and walked around the parking lot awhile, first making sure Albert's Mini was still here. He says, "Then I go back inside and run into Brad and he introduced me to Ollie, who has gotta be forty years old at least. Brad an Ollie talked me into going to the third floor to watch them fuck. I thought it might be helpful to see it done live, ya know so when Albert fucks me I'll at least be a little bit experienced." Tim asks, "What was it like?" and Jeff says, "Well, I never saw it. We go in the room at the end of the hall and Brad all of a sudden has to take a piss so he leaves me there alone with the old man, Ollie. The man was trying to talk me into getting undressed, so I said, 'I'll be right back,' and ran my ass off and I've been in the lavatory until you guys found me." Huh, that Brad's a real prick!
There are a number of vacant seats at the bar now, so I ask a man if he'd be so kind as to move over one seat so the three of us could sit together. We're sitting together at the bar with the swishy bartender asking me if I broke up with my friend yet, meaning Ryan. I go, "Not hardly," and then order three rum and Cokes, which is what Jeff asked for. Tim tells Jeff what we've been up to, including a minute by minute description of Ryan, him, and me fucking in the little room." Jeff's pulling at his crotch, asking, "Where's Albert now?" I tell him and he's like, "Fuck! I was sure I'd lose my virginity tonight. I had myself all worked up for it." Tim says, "Hell, I'll fuck you like I fucked Danny," and Jeff, trying not to laugh, says, "Um, thanks, Timmy, but I'll wait for Albert. I got the hots for him." I don't want to get involved, or seem like I'm encouraging Jeff one way or the other, so I don't tell him Tim would be an awesome top, the perfect boy for a first fuck. No pain and oodles of sexual pleasure. While drinking our rum and Cokes my two recent high school graduate friends have much in common and they talk about it as I enjoy looking at them. They'd qualify as cute guys even in Framingham where's there's an above average number of cute young guys. That makes it fun living in Framingham, but here in Marietta Tim and Jeff are the only two legitimately cute guys I've noticed since I got here. No one at work is cute, although Dog's handsome and very sexy. Bill Stark will be at work Monday as Aaron's replacement, but he's not cute either. He's okay looking, but not cute. What the fuck, few guys are 'cute' when you get right down to it, and there's less and less of them the older they get.
Then Tim's telling Jeff he's getting one of Albert's specialty haircuts tomorrow after baseball practice, and Jeff looks at me, saying, "We got another one for our secret club, Danny." Oh Brother, our club! But he's cutely excited about that so I reach across Tim and slap hands with Jeff. Tim puts the palm of his hand at his forehead pulling his bangs back flat on his head, asking, "How do you think I'll look?" Jeff says, "Awesome!" Yes, he's still delusional. While Tim and Jeff talk about stuff from high school, I let myself get just a tiny bit pissed-off about Ryan doing the haircuts I used to get to do. Ah yes, that reminds me of the posse boys. Huh, most of them aren't cute either, Sonny being the big exception. Sonny's brother, Devon, almost qualifies as cute, plus he also has a sexy look about him. It's hard to put my finger on it, but he made my dick move whenever I saw him. I had some fun sexy times with a few of the posse boys and it was fun giving them shampoos and haircuts, so I miss that. Now it looks like Ryan's forming his own posse of eighteen year old boys, but unlike Ray's posse, all Ryan's boys are gay. Tim interrupts my musings asking if I want another rum and Coke. I don't want one as I haven't even finished the first one, but he buys us a round anyway. I'm starting to feel sick and don't even touch the new drink. Then, just when I thought I'd heard it all from these recent high school graduates, Jeff asks me, "Can I watch Timmy fuck you? Would you mind?" Was I ever that clueless? I know why he wants to watch too, or the main reason anyway... he saw Tim's little dick in the bathroom and he wants to see how Timmy can fuck with that thing.
They nag me about Jeff watching, so I say, "Okay, if we can leave right afterwards. We can all squeeze into the Mini with the front seat up close to the dashboard. It'll be a bitch for me driving like that, but we can do it." Now Jeff orders a round of drinks, another one I don't drink and they talk about how hot Ryan is, and how cool his specialty haircuts are, and about Timmy fucking me. I mostly listen, getting a little bored with them by now. When they've had enough of the rum and Cokes, they pick-up every last cent of change from the bar. Taking a deep breath, realizing they don't know any better, I leave a couple of bucks for Swishy's tip. As we're walking through the crowd of men I get kinda anxious to feel that small cock in my ass again, and being a little less drunk than I was during the first fuck from Timmy I'll be able to pay closer attention. First though, while I assume Ryan's feeling better by now, I want to check on him to be sure. "Guys, wait for me at the front door. I'm gonna check on Albert." Those two are whispering about something with Tim giggling and nodding his head, then Jeff says, "We'll meet you on the third floor, Danny. My newest best friend here," nodding at Tim, "Is gonna suck my cock for my first ever true gay experience." I have to laugh at that, "Yeah, okay. I'll be up in a couple of minutes." Walking outside I kind of envy Jeff because he has all these new first-time awesome experiences ahead of him. He's saving his ass for Ryan, but he's anxious to have something sexual happen to him tonight, especially now that's he's finally met a gay boy he finds attractive. I wish my first experience had been with someone like Robby or Willie, instead of fat Carl.
Lighting a cigarette as soon as I'm outside, I take my time walking to the Mini. The night's warm and muggy and it feels like we're going to get some rain. Approaching the Mini I'm momentarily alarmed because I don't see Ryan. Then looking in the back/side window I see he's up against the back of the front seats in an uncomfortable looking position. If I try moving him he might wake up and that's not what I'm looking for. Hmmm, well fuck, I can't leave him like this. His neck's in a weirdly bent position and he might have a stiff achy neck tomorrow to go with his hangover. Unlocking the car, then unlatching the drivers seat I push the back of the seat forward so I can get in the back seat. Ryan's dead weight, but I get him around the waist with both arms and haul his body sideways so he's on his back with his side against the back of the back seat, and then pull him towards me until his head is laying flat on the seat with his knees in the air. The top of his head is against the side of the car on the passengers side and his toes are against the driver's side. Then I pull both the front seats back far enough so our knees will fit when we're sitting in the front. There's still a little room for two people sitting in the back. Their knees will be against the front seats, but so be it. This is actually a two person car, not four.
Ryan never made a sound when I was roughly moving him so I stare at his chest, hoping it's moving and I think it is, but not much. Fuck! I climb awkwardly in the back again and put the back of my hand in front of his nose and mouth. I don't feel anything so I panic for a second, then lightly slap his face, then again, but nothing. "Ryan! Ryan!" and his eyes open slightly, then close right away. Okay, he's alive. Looking at him laying there I feel compassion for him. I try imagining how it must have been for him last summer all alone and feeling like an outcast. Then what'd he go and do? He turned to his refuge of the past by finding a sadistic dominant person to treat him badly. He must have thought that was better than nothing. It wasn't, and he didn't need to have 'nothing' in the first place. He could have made a friend or two because he admitted guys tried welcoming the new kid to Bible study last year. Ryan rebuffed them, worried they were setting him up to be the class dork-loser again. Maybe a couple of them were, but not all twenty-five. He never gave them a chance. Backing clumsily out of the Mini, then locking it, I can't help but feel Ryan acted like a total asshole last summer. What would I think of a new guy at college, for example, that I tried talking to and he basically told me to take a fucking hike. I'd think, 'Fuck you, pal' and have no more to do with him. I guess that's pretty much what the church guys thought too. Ryan didn't have any other contact with guys his age except through his church, so he fucked himself with the only
group from which he had a chance to make a friend. On Sundays at church he
stayed with his mother and father and at Bible school he stayed by himself. I can't put myself in his shoes, but like I told Ryan last night, his paranoia fucked him up. He did it to himself.
My cigarette went out while I was rearranging Ryan so I light another one and walk back to the club. A few men are exiting now as I stand to the side finishing my cigarette. A couple of them ask if I need a ride and one guy stops and says, "This your first time here? I think I'd remember you if I'd seen you before... heh heh." I nod, "Yeah, first time," and he goes, "How'd ya like it?" I shrug, "It's okay." He nods his head. I'd guess he's in his early thirties and very average looking. He goes, "Um, did you just join?" I say, "No, I'm a guest of a member," and he nods again, then asks, "You wanna get to know me a little? I'm a 'bottom' and I like giving head, ya know, if you're into that or something." I go, "Thanks, but like I said, I'm with someone. Just grabbing a smoke, ya know, but thanks for the offer." He gives a shy grin, "Yeah, sure thing. See ya," and he walks off towards the parking lot alone. Fuck, I feel bad for him, but why should I? I mean he might be extremely popular normally, but just struck-out tonight. Who knows what his story is? It could be anything, so why should I assume he's someone to feel sorry for.
Walking through the front door, this time without even bothering to show the stamp on the back of my hand, someone gooses me good making me look behind me. A scary looking skinny guy says, "Oh my mistake, I thought you were my girlfriend. She has the same ass as your's, honey." Frowning at him, I continue on my way as Skinny yells, "What? Your shit don't stink," and I yell, "Oh, I've never heard that one before." I guess I'm really not a gay-club kind of guy. I much prefer my boyfriends and me keeping it simple and fun. Of course I'm spoiled having Robby to love, and before that Willie. I've never approached strangers asking if I could please blow them. I'm lucky and spoiled, but grateful for it. Up to the third floor I go and see Tim and Jeff sitting on the top step. Tim asks, "Is Albert okay?" I go, "Yeah. Um, what the fuck are you doing sitting here?" They stand with Tim nodding his head at Jeff, "He wanted to wait for you." Jeff said, "This place is spooky with the closed doors and all the sounds coming out of some of them. There are only men here and I'm an eighteen year old boy." I shrug, "You were up here with what's-his-name," and Jeff says, "Fuck him. If I sound like a fucking wimp, sue me. Call me odd, but I prefer hooking-up with guys my age," I mumble, "Don't blame you," then, with both boys looking at me, I add, "I don't think this place is too cool either. Um, do you guys wanna try this some other time at some other place?" Both Tim and Jeff says, "Hell, no!" at the same time. Jeff goes, "Now that you're here, lets find a good room."
Jeff wants to find the cleanest room. Not a bad idea except I don't imagine any of the rooms could be called clean. I say, "Didn't you guys notice the open doors? There's no one in the room if the door's open." Tim says, "Yeah, but Jeff didn't want a room with men in the next room." Well shit, this is turning out to be a pain in the ass. Jeff asks. "Are there men in every room with the door closed?" I mumble, "Not necessarily, but why would you even fuck with a room if the door's closed?" He's got his ear to a door, muttering, "No one's in here," and he opens the door. It's the one Ryan threw-up in. Jeff screams, "Gross!" and slams the door. Tim mumbles, "Albert threw up in there," and I have to laugh. Oh man! Kids! I go, "Here's an empty room and there's an open door on the right and no sounds coming out of the room on the left." We go in and Jeff looks around, frowning. "It smells in here." I exchange 'looks' with Tim, then say, "Do you want your dick sucked or not?" Tim's unbuttoning Jeff's shorts with Jeff slapping his hands way. I mutter, "Is this a hidden camera stunt? Are we on TV?" Tim's giggling still trying to get Jeff's shorts unbuttoned. The giggling is annoying, but basically I like the little fucker. I think I'll nickname him contradiction. What he says is in no way reflected in the way his says it. Still, Tim and Jeff are the only side sex possibilities I have at my disposal so far 'cause I'm doing some serious rethinking where Bradford's concerned. Him setting Jeff up with that older man for his first time is not cool at all.
Jeff declares the room acceptable and lets giggling Timmy pull his shorts down to his knees. Oooh, interesting! Jeff's got himself a very nice penis. It's at least as long as mine and maybe a half inch longer, and maybe a little heftier. Nice! Regular set of nuts and lots of pubic hairs that trail up under his shirt. I look at his face closely and see a faint mustache of light brown downy-soft hairs on his upper lip. Just the beginnings of a beard on his baby face. Cute! Tim picks up Jeff's dick, saying, "Nice cock. How often do you jerk off?" Jeff goes, "None of your fucking business," and Tim shrugs. Tim doesn't get on his knees to suck cock. I noticed that first when he sucked Brad's cock and then mine when Brad was fucking me. That was in the garden shed at church. Tim leans over to suck Jeff's cock, which seems uncomfortable. I think 'on your knees' is the correct way to suck cock, but maybe that's because that's the way Carl forced me to do it and it's stuck with me.
Whatever, Tim bends over and sucks the head of Jeff's cock into his mouth, then moves it with his fingers against the inside of his cheek. Three seconds of that and Jeff makes a 'face' at me moving his shoulders a little. Almost a shudder, saying, "Fuck, that feels good, but my hearts gonna pound out of my chest." I say, "Just relax and enjoy this gay treat. I call it a 'gay treat' because I've been told girls never master the art of cock sucking like guys do. That's probably because we know what makes our cocks feel good when someone's sucking on it, and we return the favor." Jeff gulps and runs his fingers down both sides of his groin, saying, "Umm, Jesus," as Tim continues making wet slurping sounds getting his lips and tongue fully engaged in this endeavor. Ya gotta admire when a guy has enough pride in himself to give you a hot blow job. Tim's getting aroused sucking Jeff's cock and I do too when sucking a guy's dick. Along with the slurping he's doing on Jeff's pole, Tim starts groping himself as Jeff's cock get erect and swells-up a little. Okay, now it's bigger than mine for sure, but smaller than Ryan's. With sensations off his hard cock overwhelming him, Jeff sucks on his lips moving his feet, grunting, "Um, ooh, oooh, oooh." Spit's drooling off Tim's chin with a small tent in his shorts, so just like I thought, this kid enjoys sucking cock as much as I do. I say, "Let me have a taste, Tim," and get on my knees taking Jeff's boner from Tim's mouth. He begrudgingly gives it up and I slurp it into my mouth. It's swollen a lot from it's flaccid state and I'm thinking this boner would feel good up my ass. That's if Jeff can get over his infatuation with Ryan and give my ass a good fucking some time. I get his hard boner in my throat and Jeff's moving his feet, humping his hips a little, and groaning while rubbing my head and moaning, "Aah, aah, aaah," and I back off it just as he humps his hips pushing the head of his boner back down my throat with cum gushing out and him backing up again pulling his boner completely from my mouth this time and shooting his second stream of cum in my face. He turns sideways stroking his cock getting three fast little shots of cum hitting the bed, and then there's just drools as Jeff groans. Timmy's giggling out of control pointing at my cum-covered face as I'm licking around my mouth tasting Jeff's creamy load. I got a good shot of it down my throat too... virgin creamy teen cum. Awesome!
Standing up, chuckling a little myself now, I take my handkerchief out and wipe the cum off my face. Jeff's still got his cock in his hand, but it's fairly soft by now. He sits back on the bed, "That was absolutely amazing! Awesome!" I ask, "Did it feel better than when you and your bud are jerking each other off?" He goes, "Fuck yeah!" He's excited and talking loudly, so I go, "Keep it down a little, Jeff, okay? Guys in the other rooms, ya know?" He nods, saying, "Damn, Danny, meeting you and Albert and now Tim. Jeez it's like a whole new world's opened up for me. My first blow job, and it was spectacular too. Thanks Timmy, and you too Danny. A tag-team blow-job for my first gay act." Tim ask, "How about returning the favor?" and Jeff goes, "Fuck no! I'm not that advanced. Maybe I'll do it for Albert if he orders me too," and he strokes his cock, adding, "I want him being stern with me. It's sick maybe, but I don't give a shit. I fantasize about being one of those slave boys and Ryan my master. That shit gets me boned-up tight." Tim says, "You can be my slave boy, asshole, I'll fuck ya silly." Jeff tries not to laugh, then mumbles, "It's Albert who get's me hot, not you. Sorry 'bout that." I guess Jeff just thinking about Ryan gets him aroused. It does me too sometimes, and Jeff's validating what I've been thinking for two years: there's something about Ryan that sexy as hell.
When Tim asked Jeff to return the favor of a blow job, his shorts were around his knees and he held out his pricklet. Jeff saw it earlier in the lavatory, but seeing it again gets him sucking on his lips to keep from snickering. He's doing his best not to stare at Tim's two inch cock, and yeah, it is a curiosity. Something you don't see every day. I'm smelling the back of my wrist getting a kick out of the whole scene. Tim says, "Well than, since Jeff won't return the favor, you're gonna need to suck my cock again, Danny. That's if you want me to fuck you. I'd clean it if I had a Handi-wipe or something." He says to Jeff, "And there's no way I can fuck you tonight even if you want me to, and you very well might want me to after seeing me fuck Danny." Jeff mutters, "Don't flatter yourself, Timmy. I won't want you to fuck me. I just wanna watch and see if there's some secret to it I'm not aware of." Tim mumbles, "Well, just so ya know, I don't have a condom and while doing Danny's ass bareback is safe, I can't take a chance with anyone else." He said the last part like he was asking Jeff, not telling him. Tim-speak, as I call it, can be confusing but mostly it's amusing.
Jeff's looking at Tim's dick and smiling, but he probably doesn't trust himself saying anything or he'll burst out laughing. The funny part for me is Tim seemingly not realizing his short dick is an oddity. Talk about rationalization! Obviously he's rationalized somehow that his penis is a normal size and good for him. Timmy's not shy at all as he goes about unbuttoning my shorts and pulling them down to my knees. Holding my penis in his fingers, Tim looks at Jeff, saying, "Danny agrees that the use of condoms is important and you should probably follow our advice about that too." Jeff says, "No shit, everybody knows to use a condom." Tim's stroking my cock now using his left fist, while he's stroking his penis using his thumb and a finger, casually saying, "Brad's fucked me thirty to forty time and he always insists on condoms. Half the time I buy them and he buys them the other half the time. We split the cost." Jeff starts doing a poor imitation of my fake cough to keep from laughing, but his coughing sounds like laughing to me. It's not like he's being mean about it, I can tell he likes Tim. The thing is it's ironic that Tim's pulling on his dick and my dick at the same time and not commenting on the size difference. I know Tim still doesn't get what's funny as Jeff's does his red-faced pretend coughing. Then Jeff asks, "I don't get it, Timmy, why's it safe for you to fuck Danny without a condom,
but no one else?" Tim goes, "Yeah, why is that, Danny?" I shrug, "Don't know, it just is." They both nod their head like that explains it.
Jeff's puts his cock away and zippers-up as Tim lets go of my dick and holds his out, "Danny ya gonna suck my cock or what?" I mutter, "Well yeah, I believe I will," and get back down on my knees and slurp all two and a half inches of it into my mouth moving my tongue all around it. I'm aware his tiny cock was up my ass earlier tonight but sex is a bit of a messy business at times. For me it's a small matter licking off dried cum from his previous orgasm before getting to the taste of a relatively clean cock. Even without being up some guy's ass, penises usually have a little mess to eliminate, like the taste of urine drippings or a musty odor from being confined in jockey shorts all day. I eliminate that sort of thing quickly getting to the true taste of a guy's penis, and cocks do have a sexy taste. That being said, cock sucking isn't for everyone. In my case fat Carl broke me in early by dominantly forcing me to suck his rather unpleasant tasting and unpleasant smelling cock. It was a hard lesson learned, but he persevered dominantly and now I guess I need to thank him because sucking cock has become a sexual turn-on for me. It's almost as sexual as having my own cock sucked.
Obviously me getting turned-on sexually by sucking cock is tied-in tightly with my submissive fetish, as is rimming a guy's ass. That particular sexual act of rimming I reserve for special occasions and only for special sex partners. Over the last two years I've come to realize how significant fat Carl was in establishing the foundation of my sexuality. As a sexual novice I was like a blank canvas and fat Carl exploited that fact molding my sexuality, my sexual taste, to his liking. He probably thought I'd be his sex toy in waiting for whenever he was bored and he wanted to use me. He did a hell of a job of that and it worked for awhile, then I met Willie who had his own ideas for me. Robby saved me from the clutches of those two dominant types, but I'm left with a submissive bent and I can't say I'm disappointed about that. In any case I like sucking a guy's cock and the unique aspect of sucking Tim's little cock is having my nose against his shaved groin right from the start whereas longer cocks require me working my way up the shaft before encountering pubic hairs. Speaking of no pubic hairs, Tim knew I shaved mine as of last Wednesday during our break from Bible study, and he must have told Jeff at some point we both shaved our pubes because Jeff never mention it when he saw my package for the first time. And everyone mentions it when they first notice. The recent high school graduates have obviously been talking about me.
Jeff's an interested observer as I suck Tim's little penis. He's leaning against the door, his eyes wide staring at my mouth as I use my fingers to push Tim's nuts in my mouth along with his cock. Jeff mumbles, "Gee, I don't know if I could do that." Tim's grunting and rubbing my shoulders. He manages to say in between grunts, "That's what I thought at first too, Jeff, but
now I suck Brad's cock every time I see him, and that's even if we can't fuck afterwards. He cums in my mouth and that's hot! Love tasting his load of creamy cum, then swallowing it." Jeff makes a face like, 'Ewww!' I know how he feels. It's like you think you're gay and you want to do something with a pal, but when you get right down to it you're hesitant because you're dealing with parts of the body we use to piss and shit from. It doesn't take long though, once you do it a couple of times you forget that part and concentrate on the sexual sensations it gives you. And then there's awareness that the foreplay of cock sucking will often be followed by the greatest sensation humans can feel... climax and great orgasm. Nothing else feels as good as climaxing. In my case fat Carl didn't give me a chance to second think sucking his smelly cock, which was probably for the best considering at the time I thought he was a pig with BO. I've often wondered if his BO intermixed with my early orgasms conditioned me to find guy's BO sexy in some cases. Just one more instance where fat Carl molded my sexual taste. Needless to say BO is not for everyone either.
When Tim takes his privates out of my mouth his pricklet is stone-hard and slimy with my spit, and there's some spit dripping off his scrotum too. He says, "Jesus that felt good! You suck cock good, Danny, really good." Jeff asks, "If it felt as good as my cock did when you sucked my dick, I don't how you made yourself pull it out of his mouth." Tim says, "I have a will of iron," and I mutter, "And a head to match." Jeff laughs, then says to me, "Maybe you'll suck my cock some time, Danny." I shrug, mumbling, "Any time, Jeff." Tim tells me, "I'm fucking you doggy style?" which sounded like, 'Is it okay if I fuck you doggy style?' I'm already on my knees, so dropping my hands to the floor, I say, "Do it, Timmy," and he does it without hesitation. He plugs his swollen cock head inside my ass with only a twinge of pain at the quick spreading of my anus' lips. The pain passes so quickly it's like it never existed. Tim pushes the other inch and a half of boner inside me with the head resting right at the end part of my prostate. He changes the position of his feet reaching over to cup my shoulders with both hands, and his cock moves back and forth on my prostate with me sucking my lips making a popping sound when they part. My shoulders do a little shudder with me reminding myself to try being cool. Don't make an ass of yourself in front off these kids. Of course I told myself the same thing with Sonny and before he was done fucking me I was babbling and squealing as I climaxed. He's a special case though. Sonny's dominant in a cutely unique way where Tim doesn't have a for-real dominant bone in his body. He says dominant things that get negated by the manner in which he says them.
Tim humps against my butt cheeks a few times moving his boner slightly on my prostate, then while pulling me back with his hands cupping my shoulders, he begins energetic thrusting and immediately firing-up every nerve ending in my prostate gland. Sensations from my electrified prostate quickly have me biting my bottom lip to keep from moaning. Tim has one speed, balls to the wall, and he fucks by instinct like a dog fucking a bitch. It's not surprising he has only a basic technique for fucking since I believe I'm the first and only person he's ever fucked. Fast hard thrusts with him grunting and calling me his whore or his bitch. "Slapslapslapslapslap," one hundred percent of the time right on my prostate. The fat pointy head of his short boner is like an electric buzzer attached to my prostate gland, or an electric dildo held against my prostate, and the sizzling, unimaginable sensations are enormously effective. Tim grunts, "How you like my cock now, bitch?" "Slapslapslapslap," and I'm whining and moaning a mere minute into the fuck. I'm squirming on my hands and knees keeping my ass level so I get every thrust of his cock on the same spot in my ass, "Mmmm, aaaaah, aaaaah, Timmy, ooh, fuccck, ummm." He smacks the side of my head with my climax coming on me like a fuckin' run-away freight train. My body's shaking with pin points of pleasure all around my belly as my rectum's quivering with pleasure. It's almost too much stimulation on my hot spot, but I don't care. I'm actually tightening my ass muscles trying to get every ounce of his fat little cock head pressing against my super sensitized gland, the hottest spot in my ass. The lips of my anus feel alive too, but the shaft of his short cock isn't setting off plumes of sexual pleasure like a fatter cock will do. My own cock is hard as stone sticking straight out from my body dripping precum with the pee slit gaping open ready to blow out the semen my cum-loaded balls are about to release. Timmy's laying against me now humping my ass, his arms around my stomach with his hips a blur driving that little piston back and forth with every movement right on top of my prostate gland. Timmy's gasping and whining himself now as he gets ready to climax, and we climax together with me lifting partially up on my knees thrusting my hips as my orgasm flies from my cock in a long arc. I'm holding my hand over my mouth partially smothering my squeal. My eyes see exploding universes in blackness, pinpoints of light as my muscles contract and out flies another string of spunk.
Dropping back on my hands I sway on all fours with tons of pleasure sensations buzzing around my ass and groin. The head of my cock feels hot as my dick slowly begins losing it's hardness. My eyes shut so tightly after the first stream of cum causing the pinpoints of light I assume. Only now do I realize Tim's still laying on my back. He gets up and pulls his amazing little cock from my ass, gasping, "Whew, that was the best one yet!" Ha ha, it was his second climax as a 'top'... the best one yet, ha ha. I'd like to grovel in the after effects of my hot orgasm and let out some moans of pleasure as I'm still feeing zipping flares of pleasure around my privates, but I keep quiet trying to appear like I've been there and done that before. Jeff's like, "What? That's it, that's how fast it happens? It's like two minutes? It takes longer in videos I've seen, why so fast?" Tim goes, "Yeah, Danny, why'd we cum so fast? I wanted to keep going, but you shot off, so I did too." What bullshit! Still feeling a little shaky from that fast climax, I stand up, "Um, how the fuck should I know why we got off so fast? I don't decide when I climax." Jeff asks, "Well what does decide?" I mutter, "My nuts, I guess. I'm no sexologist, all I know is my body climaxes when it feels like it and sometimes, but not often, it's within two minutes. Are you sure it was only two minutes?" He shows me his smartphone, "I timed it." Tim goes, "Jesus, that's a good pussy on you, Danny." All of a sudden I'm tired of these two. Cute or not, I've had enough for one night.
Wiping my ass with my previously used handkerchief, I notice there isn't a lot of cum drooling out. Not surprising since Tim had a huge climax when Ryan fucked him earlier. Pulling up my shorts, I go, "Class is over boys, lets get the fuck outta here." Jeff says, "Yeah, I'm beat, but this has been an awesome night over-all, although I could have done without spending almost and hour in a lavatory stall." As I open the door my shoulders do a little shudder and my prostate gland seems to shudder along with it. Jeez, that was a strange fuck. Too intense and too fast, but worth experiencing it twice. Going down the steps with Tim and Jeff behind me, they're chattering away making plans to hook up, but only after Jeff gets fucked by Ryan. Jeff still holds some potential for side-sex, but I'm not sure about Tim. And I still have serious doubts about Brad now too. He was very drunk when he tried giving Jeff to that older man he's having an affair with. Yeah, what's-his-name, um, Ollie. That kind of thing just isn't done among friends.
Some of the drunk men we pass on our way to the front door, make routine obvious sexual comment to us. They're not original or comical comments, so they become trite and annoying. I'm not sure I'll want to return. As of right now I'm almost positive I won't be back to this club. At the car I try getting Ryan in a sitting position. He wakes up, mumbling, "What the fuck, Dylan?" Jeff goes, "Dylan? He's still drunk." I mutter, "No shit," then say to Ryan, "There's nobody named Dylan here, Albert. Now sit the fuck up." He sits up mumbling, "There's no fucking room back here." I go, "There's no room in the front either." Ryan's situated as good as it's going to get, so I'm like, "Timmy get in beside Albert," and Jeff says, "No, I'll get back there with him." I'm like, 'Whatever," and we all squeeze into the Mini bitching about our knees hitting whatever's in front of us. Tim proves to be an excellent choice for the shotgun seat because he's knows the way home. Damn good thing too because I wouldn't have a clue. We just followed Brad here without noticing the roads we were on. Steering, with the steering wheel almost against my chest isn't easy, but I'm concentrating for all I'm worth to keep us on the road. Ryan would be proud of the speed I'm driving if he noticed it. He's isn't noticing much of anything though because Jeff's monopolizing his attention and hanging all over him. Finally, after a painful twenty-five minute drive I'm going up Brad's driveway with a great relief setting in because now we're only two miles from home.
"Everybody out!" Tim and I get out, then I help pull Jeff out the driver's side door while Tim's doing the same for Ryan out the passenger side door. We all stand here a second, then I go, "It's been, um, fun I guess. You guys okay driving home?" Jeff says, "Albert said I could spend the night with him," and I say, "Well, ya can't. Sorry, but it would be a very bad idea. Look, we'll see both of you tomorrow. Tim at church and then at baseball practice. Um, can you give Jeff a ride home, Tim?" He goes, "Yeah, I guess," then Jeff says, "No, wait! My car's at your house, Danny. I followed you over after baseball try-outs. And anyway, these are your clothes I'm wearing." My house! Taking a deep breath, I go, "Yeah, you're right," and since Ryan's already gotten in the Mini's passenger seat, I go, "You'll need to get in the back again, Jeff, but do it from the driver's door." Him and Timmy do a hug thing as I walk around and stand by the driver's door waiting for Jeff. He can't get in past Ryan who appears to have fallen asleep again in the shotgun seat. Jeff gets in the back and I tell him, "Scoot over behind Albert. His seats pulled up and I'm pushing mine back."
Oh man, it's so much easier driving with the seat a normal distance from the steering wheel, and in less than five minutes I'm driving up the driveway to the Wilcox house that's lit-up like a Christmas tree. Jesus, I hope the y're not still up. Checking my watch I see it almost one-thirty. We get out with Ryan mumbling, "What's Jeff doing here?" Just to break his balls a little, I say, "You said he's sleeping over." Ryan looks at his house, then goes, "Um, that's not as good an idea as I thought it was, Jeff. Ya better not." I say, "Bring my clothes to practice, Jeff, and I'll bring yours." He nods, "Yeah, okay," and he gives Ryan a hug, then he and I do a half-ass hug and he gets in his car. I wait until he turns onto the road at the end of the driveway before turning to Ryan, "Can you walk okay?" He's grumpy, "Of course I can fucking walk!" As Ryan and I walk towards the house, I ask, "Ya think your parents are up?" He says, "Nah, these outdoor lights are left on when someone's out late. There's two light switches in the mud room that turns them all off, and there'll only be a few lights on inside." And he's right. We turn out the few lights we pass on our way to the stairs with Ryan saying, "I can't wait to brush my teeth and gargle. My mouth taste likes a trash can." Going up the steps I'm like, "Yeah, I guess so since you threw-up." He stops on the steps, "What?" and I see the light bulb go off in his brain, "Oh yeah, in that little room, huh?" I nod and we continue up the stairs.
In his bedroom, he says, "I'm wasted, Danny, I'll see you in the morning." Breaking his balls again, I go, "What? Just yesterday you said we'd have a morning and night time fuck." I'm just busting his chops, but he looks lost as he whines, "Danny, I'm really messed up. Those shots." I ruffle his hair, wishing in a way that I had some hair on my head. Ryan has good hair, full bodied with the slightest wave to it. Fuck, I like how he looks over all
actually. I'm used to him without his little round glasses by now, and his blue eyes are striking with those tinted contact lenses he's wearing. I mumble, "I'm kidding, Albert." He grins, "I knew that," and we do a hug with me hugging him tighter than I thought I would. Avoiding his mouth, I kiss the side of his head, mumbling, "Love ya, Ryan," and he hugs back, "Me too, Dylan." We let go of each other with me feeling funny using our real names. I don't know why but a wave of affection for Ryan drifts over me and I squeeze the back of his neck, saying, "I'll set my alarm for church," and he groans, "Oh fuck, that's right, church tomorrow," then he's shaking his head, chuckling, "Church, huh, you must hate that."
I kiss his cheek and start to go up the secret stairs anxious to get in bed now, but Ryan pulls me back for another hug with the sides of our faces rubbing together. It gives me a boner as we clutch each other crazily. My voice is horse as I ask, "Can you, Albert?" He nods, "Yeah, you gave me a second wind or something. I'll fuck you upstairs after we take a shower together." I can see Ryan pulling himself together, which is not all that surprising considering he had two hours of sleep. Taking my hand now, getting back to being my dominant boyfriend, he leads me into his bathroom, saying, "I still gotta brush my teeth before we do anything else." I stare at him while he does that as I'm thinking back to our time at the bar getting drunk together during the early part of the night. That was my favorite part of tonight.
With me leaning against the wall Ryan brushes his teeth with the buzzing electric toothbrush for far too long and then gargles too long. I watch him take off his shirt, then his shorts and sandals. When he turns around wearing only his boxer shorts his body looks hot and I sort of meld into him hugging him again. He rubs my head, murmuring, "We're getting there, baby, aren't we?" I nod my head sort of knowing what he means, but pretending to myself I'm agreeing that we're making the summer work okay for both of us. I know what he means though and it frightens me that he's right. I love rubbing my cheek in his scraggily sparse beard and I love feeling his scant mustache on my top lip when we kiss like we're doing now. I initiated this outpouring of mutual affection, I know that too. It was unexpected but after spending a couple of hours with Tim and Jeff it's like I realize how much better the real thing is. And I'm still fairly drunk, so there's that too.
I can't rationalize away the feelings growing in me for Ryan, and that's especially true when considering I just had the two minute fuck with Timmy that resulted in a very hot orgasm, so I can't blame this on me being horny. Still, the sex with Tim was like something other than anal intercourse. It's like I thought at the time, it was more like getting off with an electric dildo or something. I want a real fuck from someone who can do it as good or better than almost anybody I know, and I'm hugging the boy that can do that right now. It doesn't take a genius to figure out how much I'm into Ryan, drunk or not, and Ryan can see it too. He takes charge deliciously, putting his arm around my waist, saying, "Come on, babe, I'll take care of that itch you have." I let myself go and snuggle against him waiting for the submissive veil to slowly float down over me.
In the bedroom he undresses me as I stand docilely next to his bed letting him do as he will. Ryan caresses my naked body with the palms of both hands giving me shivers of pleasure, then sitting me down naked on the bed. "Lay back, Danny." I do as I'm told while he goes in the bathroom and turns on water to fill the tub. I smile thinking, 'Yes, a bath is better tonight'. When he comes out he takes off his underwear and I see a real man's cock and smile thinking about Timmy's. He's a good, although goofy kid, and Jeff's nice too, but this is the major leagues, and they're not. As the tub fills Ryan lays next to me lightly rubbing my head, quietly asking, "What happened after you got me to the car?" I tell him everything I can remember, even Timmy's two minute fuck." He sadly nods his head, "I guess I can't be too pissed off at you, not if I'm gonna fuck young Jeffrey." I just stare at him trying to figure out when it was that Ryan got to be so important to me. It'd be easy to blame it on my circumstances of being here knowing no one else, but I think it started before we left Merrimack. He smiles knowingly, murmuring, "I recognize the way you've been looking at me lately. It's basically the way I've been looking at you for over a year. I knew you'd get like this because you and me are meant for each other and it's too obvious for you to ignore no matter how much you may wish you could." I'm smelling the back of my hand still staring at him, mesmerized or something. He smiles, "Don't be scared, Dylan, I'm not pressuring you. You'll come to the reality in your own good time. I can wait." When he gets up, he takes my hand pulling me up.
Leading me into the bathroom, Ryan turns off the water and we step in the tub together. The water's very hot, too hot, but Ryan insist I sit down and I wouldn't think of disobeying him. That's when I know for sure I've drifted into one of my delicious trances, that and the fact I can't stop staring at Ryan. It's like he's awesome and he's taking care of me. What a nice feeling of trust, eliminating any responsibilities on my part. I feel so dreamy as he slowly, with a grin on his face, baths me with me only moving when he says, "Lift up so I can clean that cute perfect ass of your's," or "Close your eyes so I don't get bath gel in them," or "Dip your head under water to get out some of the shampoo', then, 'We'll shower later to rinse off completely." While being bathed I feel light, like I'm floating in the water. Then I'm floating in air watching Ryan bath himself slowly as we stare into each other's eyes. When we're both clean he pulls me to him so my back's against his chest with his back against the curved end of this oversized tub opposite the spigot. We sit like this in the soapy, nice smelling bath water. The back of my head's on his shoulder as he rubs his hands over my chest playing with my nipples until they're both hard and giving off little pleasure sensations.
I don't know how long I lay back against him feeling his big cock laying against my buttocks, like it's on duty protecting my smaller one. He finally stands up behind me and pulls the plug. The water begins gurgling down the drain as I turn around on my knees, put my arms around his waist, and suck his clean semi-hard cock into mouth and turn it into a hard boner. Ryan pushes my head back gentle and I relax my throat so he can push his boner down my throat until his wet belly is against my face. Pulling his cock back halfway and then leaning down so his boner slides back down deep in my throat creating a cock bulge outside my neck. Again and again he fucks my throat while looking into my wide open eyes. Ryan murmurs, "You like giving me pleasure, don't you?" I blink my eyes and he pulls his boner out of my throat, then slides it out of my mouth on my tongue leaving a trail of precum behind. He lifts under my arms and I stand up as he's turning me around, one of his arms around my chest and his other hand guiding the head of his cock to my asshole. I feel pressure on my anus, then more and then, "Ooh!" as it gets past my sphincter muscle and my head lulls back on his shoulder. Slowly his huge cock makes it's way inside my rectum until his wet crotch is against my wet buttocks. Two humps against my buttocks with me holding my breath against the pain. "You can take it, baby. Just relax and be quiet so I don't think I'm hurting you." Then a quiet grunt from me, and he murmurs, "Shhh, it'll be fine," and soon things begin reversing as my rectum and anus get used to their temporary stretched condition. Sure, Tim's cock didn't hurt, but it also never came close to feeling like Ryan's feels inside me now. I feel like something important is happening. I feel like I belong to Ryan while we have this sex together, and for me that's a sexually perfect feeling.
"You okay now, Danny," I nod my head, not wanting to break the spell I'm in by talking. With both arms around me now, Ryan begins moving his hips steadily. At first his slow thrusts bring back the hurt, but soon I'm in the major leagues where sexual pleasure lives. Oh it feels so right, so perfect, just the way this sex act should feel and it goes on for delicious minute after minute after minute until I lose track of time. So many incredible sensations firing from inside me I moan quietly at them constantly. My anus is almost matching the incredible pleasure sensations coming from my prostate and the hugeness of Ryan's sex organ creates the sense of being dominated. There's such a difference from Tim's cock, it's like my entire body becomes involved in this sex act. Ryan's nestling his face at the side of mine whispering words of love that I try not to hear, but I hear them and I like them too. He fucks me steadily for quite awhile and it gets me in that floating state of mind, almost delirious with sexual pleasure that can't be described. A euphoric peaceful and sexually satisfying state of mind that continues until I hear Ryan gasping and his body tightening up, and my orgasm rushes in to dominate everything as I squeal ruining my trance with two shorts shots of cum shooting hard from my boner that's again straight out from my groin, than drools of cum as Ryan's humping against my buttock filling me up with his semen.
We're like two statues for a few seconds and then we aren't, we're limp now even though he thrusts his cock in my ass for a minute more, sliding easily now in his cum with some of it drooling down the back of my legs. I take deep breaths feeling really good, waiting for him to pulls his cock out of my ass and then I turn around to snuggle against him. He hugs me and kisses all over the side of my face. Then, "Come on, lets rinse off." We get out of the tub and go under the shower, and everything seems clear to me now. I'm still drunk but my mind seems clear. Under the shower I say, "That was wonderful sex, Albert." I wanted to say 'Ryan', but he doesn't want me to. He's smiling and then chuckling, saying something to lighten the mood, "Fuck, I think I'm getting my hangover already. My head's pounding." The water pours over us as I say, "You shouldn't have slept for two hours." He mutters, "You'll be sorry you didn't tomorrow," then he stops, looks at me, and we do a long sweet kiss with Ryan dragging his tongue across my cheek at the end, whispering in my ear what I've heard him whisper many times, "I love you, Dylan."
We dry ourselves, Ryan wipes his cum from my ass and legs, then we go up the secret staircase to get in my bed naked together. It's so awesome in his arms feeling his naked body next to mine. I know he won't be here in the morning, but it's nice to go to sleep in a cute guy's warm arms. Ryan, surprisingly, goes right off to sleep. I take a minute to think of home, my mom, Chubby, and Robby while wondering if I'm changing. It hasn't even been two weeks since Ryan and I left Merrimack. Then I think about tonight and how the best part of the night by far was when Ryan and I were at the bar getting drunk together exchanging compliments and acting silly. The worst part, as far as the club is concerned, is the lack of guys remotely our age. Just that Mitch asshole, who I can do without. The boys, Tim and Jeff, don't seem bad in retrospect, especially Jeff. There were some legitimate laughs and then there's that weird dick of Tim's. That'll be a good true story to tell some day. They're decent guys, but too young basically, like the posse boys. Hell, I've only been in Marietta a week so I shouldn't expect miracles. We'll probably somehow meet other gay guys our age. That's not much of a concern to me anyway, what is a concern is me... am I changing? Are my increasing feelings for Ryan due strictly because of my separation from everyone else I know? That might be it, but how can I tell? Then my alarm goes off.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com
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