DYLAN'S Georgia Vacation
Chapter 2
By Donny Mumford
Well okay, our first day of driving towards Marietta, Georgia, is behind us now. Earlier this afternoon we got off to a bit of a shaky start with Ryan giving me a haircut and then trying to lay down some rules. Overall though I thought it was a good day. We checked-in at a Motel Six not far from exit 17 off route I-84, and shortly thereafter we had ourselves a hot sexy playtime together. Nothing new about that... Ryan and I have a two year history of engaging in occasional sub/dom sex together. As the submissive participant I did what I was told, which was 'get naked'. Then I stood in the bedroom with Ryan right behind me jerking me off. Just for the hell of it he felt like milking my balls dry. That was interestingly random. It was also a surprisingly hot hand job by him, and wow, he really got me off good leaving me panting and holding my empty nuts. Then in bed after a delicious make-out I sucked his big cock and he fucked my mouth and throat with it. Even after my big orgasm from the balls milking Ryan's deep-throating technique gave me maybe the hardest boner I've ever had in my life. Obviously the afternoon's sex play was merely a warm-up for some conventional sex later. We took showers and then had dinner at a diner down the road about a mile from our motel.
Now that we've finished an okay dinner we're back in our motel room in bed naked. I'm laying on my back with my hands behind my head looking up at Ryan who's on his side, supporting himself with his forearm on the mattress. We're looking into each other's eyes as he's casually rubbing the back of his fingers on the top of my head, murmuring, "This is nice, isn't it?" I'm wondering if he means my haircut when he says, "So nice because it's just the two of us, and for the next ten weeks too." My right hand reaches up to adjust his glasses, as I tell him, "We've been together before, just the two of us." He goes, "Yeah, but not like this. I mean, it's really just us now. Nobody we know is within a hundred and fifty miles." I nod, "Uh huh," and he grins putting the palm of his hand on my head leaning his face close to mine, saying, "You are all mine for the first time, you and your latest haircut, ha ha," as he rubs my head for the umpteenth time since giving me this haircut; I think he's proud of it. Even so the muscles in my groin contract on their own as a delicious submissive buzz flickers over me. I know Ryan very well and can tell he's feeling good, confident, and dominant tonight. Still looking me in the eyes he's now rubbing the pad of his fingers across my lips, murmuring, "What do you think about being all mine for weeks and weeks, Dylan?" I grin, "It's okay, I guess." He lays on my chest smiling, then mutters, "Only okay, huh?" then he kisses me with one of his special kisses and our arms go around each other.
We've had a sexual attraction for each other for a couple of years now, so we're very comfortable in sexual situations together. Our specialty is sub/dom sex with Ryan always the dominant one. The weight lifting he's done the last year has transformed his slight frame into a hard sexy male body that's awesome to wrap my arms around. He's also a world class make-out artist with sexy lips and a perfect bubblegum-pink tongue that's does magical things in my mouth. Add to that his sexy boyish scent, scraggily soft whiskers, and his large cock and, well, sometimes I can hardly get enough of him. We make-out squirming against each other's naked bodies, our faces rubbing together, his eyeglasses steaming over, our hands in each other's hair or caressing shoulders, backs, and asses. All the things that add to our intense sexual heat that we're sensing from one another tonight, a heat so hot I can almost see the smoke. He gets fully on top of me now, our hard cocks squeezed tantalizingly between our bellies as he kisses and licks my face. Ryan's body is lengthwise on top of me, his legs between mine, his arm behind my neck as he gives me another awesomely sexy kiss and then rubs his nose against mine while his hips do gentle humps and his free hand rubs my barbered head as a not too subtle reminder that he's in-charge of us this summer. Oh my god, there's only one other boy who can match the sexual arousal Ryan sometimes creates in me. And like I said, I love the way Ryan smells and right now I'm hugging his body against mine with my face against his shoulder inhaling his sexy scent with my cock getting harder and harder, and tighter and tighter. Oh man, my boner feels really good!
We've been quietly and slowly rubbing and hugging our bodies together as we kiss and lick one another for the better part of a half hour. Our boners have been drooling precum with it mixing together as our bodies slide in the sticky wetness against one another. Quiet moans of sexual arousal and the rustling of the sheets are the only sounds we've heard for quite awhile. I'm gently humping my hips back against his with my fingers playing with the hair on the back of his head, needing to cum so badly it's almost a painful feeling around my groin, but the elusive tipping point hasn't yet been reached. I can't hug him enough or lick his lips enough or taste his tongue in my mouth enough. I want to eat him with a spoon. Ryan's so sexy and hot it's driving me crazy and I'm feeling this deep submissiveness to him without knowing exactly why. It's a wonderful feeling though, "Mmmm, oooh," I sigh and squirm under him feeling like I'll spontaneous climax any second. As I
take a deep breath, trying to savor all the delicious sensations I'm feeling, Ryan grins looking me in the eyes, knowing how aroused he's gotten me, then he puts his lips on my ear, whispering, "Not yet, baby. I want you to need it more," and my body shudders under him, "Oooooh, oooh, Ry...aaan," dragging out his name, almost ready to beg for it.
As I moan and hump my hips lightly against his, he rubs my head again feeling the short bristly hairs on top of my head as he murmurs, "Shhh, be patient, Dylan," and then his mouth covers mine and his tongue's sliding against my tongue as my arms hug around the back of his neck and my face moves against his. Kissing him back, breathing noisily through my nose I'm feeling extremely aroused and desperate to climax. It's been a bit of an up and down day and during parts of it I felt bad for Ryan, even sorry for him because of his apparently lousy childhood and my suspicions that his home life kinda blows too, but I don't want to think of those things. Instead I'm thinking about the times he's seemed nicely dominant, like when he sat me down and gave me the very short haircut, then told me his rules, and then the deep-throating sex, which in and of itself is an extremely dominant act. And now, since getting in bed together, he's been the aggressor, the instigator of all we do together, and I like all of it, so these are the aspects of the day I think of mostly. Ironically the most important aspect of successful sub/dom sex is not the dominant one so much as it's the willing submissive sex partner. Me acting submissive during sex is what takes us both to higher levels of sexual heat. My submissive demeanor doesn't in any way make me feel inferior or less important than Ryan. It's my choice to be this way, I prefer it and often insist on it.
After an involuntary whine of desire from me, one that just slipped out of my throat, Ryan quietly says, "Okay, Dylan, I'll fuck you really slowly so it'll last longer. You know how much I love being with you, don't ya? I've never in my life felt this good before, so I want to drag-out our love making," and he gives me a loving kiss. He lifts his body off mine and I get an
arm around the back of my thighs and pull my legs back as Ryan smiles, saying, "A little anxious are we, Dylan?" I blush feeling stupid, and he goes, "No, it makes me feel good that your anxious for me to fuck you, really good. It's just that we need the lubricant first, right?" I nod my head still blushing a little because Ryan's right, I'm overly anxious. This isn't my first rodeo so I shouldn't be acting like it is. Easy for me to say, but I've got this awesome submissive frame of mind working for me at the moment and I really, really like how it feels. Ryan grins again, saying, "Put your legs down for a second." I do that, stroking my awesome-feeling boner until he pushes my hand away, "Don't play with yourself! I'll take care of your cock." That bit of bossiness played right into my submissiveness. He goes, "You need to spread the lubricant on my boner and your asshole." I say. "Don't ya mean my pussy?" then wonder why the fuck I said that. He chuckles, "Your pussy, huh? Ha ha, yeah, okay that sounds submissive alright," and he leans down and kisses me on the lips again, a wet sloppy kiss this time. When Ryan reaches over to grabs the tube of lube from the night stand his long wet boner drags across my belly. His cock is so hard it almost sticks straight out, shiny with many drools of precum. Handing the tube to me, he murmurs, "Jesus, I'm super fucking hot to get my cock inside you, Dylan," and he smells the back of his hand. I stare at him doing that, then reach up and pull his hand down to smell it too. He looks surprised, "Did I just do that?" Nodding my head, I murmur, "Yeah, ya did. Your skin smells really good," and with unsteady fingers I twist off the tube's cap as Ryan quietly mumbles, "Guess I'm picking up your habits." Squirting some slippery stuff on my fingers, I mumble, "I picked up on your fast head-nodding habit." He goes, "Yeah, I know," and he strokes my boner twice making me gasp and lift my ass off the bed as precum drools out onto his fist. He grins at that, then mutters, "We'll probably be picking up more of each others habits because we're gonna be together pretty much 24/7, and that's so awesome, Dylan!"
For some reason we're both speaking in almost a whisper, as if someone might overhear us. It gives Ryan's voice that hypnotizing sound I like. He's on his knees next to my chest looking down at me, but when I've got the lube on my fingers he straddles me, a knee on either side of my chest, his hard boner waving near my face. Holding my lubed hand to the side, I take hold of his cock and gently pull on it as I open my mouth. Ryan leans forward and I guide his cock into my mouth on my warm wet tongue and suck on the head, then gulp down a long drool of precum. Looking very serious, Ryan pushes his hips forward until the head of his cock hits the back of my throat. Putting both hands on top of my head he leans up and over me, and then lowers his hips and his cock slides very tightly down my throat until his pubic hairs surround my nose and mouth. After a few seconds he moves his hips back pulling his cock almost out of my throat, then slowly fucks my throat doing a few long slow thrusts before pulling it out entirely and sitting back on my chest. The saliva-wet head of his boner rests on my lips makes my hips hump on their own as another plop of cum shoots out of my throbbing boner. Ryan nods at my hand with the lube, so I spread it on his boner, my fist stroking his entire eight inch long shaft. He lifts up on his knees gasping when my fist goes up the shaft and over the head, and a when I do it a second time, Ryan goes, "Aaaah, mmm, fuuuuck, that feels good.".
Ryan seems dominant to me tonight partly because it's how I want to perceive him, and partly because of the times he's been dominant earlier today. He gets between my legs, up on his knees looking down, telling me, "Now lube your pussy real good," and he chuckles, repeating the word, "Pussy," then adds, "And then pull your legs back." When I do that he reaches over and pats my cheek, murmuring, "Good boy," making me feel like a little kid for just a second. Pulling my legs back further I again wipe lube around and inside the lips of my asshole, then wipe my hand on the sheet getting most of the lube off. Ryan smacks my bare ass, "SMACK!" and I yelp. He rolls my ass up off the mattress further by pushing the back of both my legs. Holding my legs back with his left forearm, he guides the slippery head of his boner to my asshole and it tightly squeezes in past my sphincter with me struggling a little on the mattress trying not to groan at the pain, then a quiet, "Ooh, ow," as Ryan leans over me to rub my head again, quietly asking, "How's my boy doing?" I nod my head real fast trying to impress him, mumbling, "Really good, Ryan, it doesn't hurt too much." A grin from him, as he says, "Your pussy's okay then, huh?" obviously he's adopted the word 'pussy' for my ass. I nod my head, then he chuckles a little, adding, "You're priceless, Dylan." He does maybe the slowest penetration I've ever experienced, his large boner going up my ass so slowly it barely hurts. There's just a little pain as the mammoth swollen hard head of his cock spreads the walls of my rectum while the slow moving shaft keeps the lips of my anus stretched tightly and totally sensitized making my shoulders do their shudder. The sensations are amazing and I'm wiggling and squirming on the bed, constantly moaning Ryan's name, then reach up to clasp my hands behind his neck as his boner continues to slowly penetrate my rectum.
I'd like to pull his head down to kiss him and hug his head to mine except he's three inches shorter than me and if his face is on mine it would pull a couple inches of his boner from my ass, which is not what I have in mind. It's hard to tell time during sex, but I'd guess it's had to take him almost two minutes before his boner is fully up my ass and the inside of his thighs are flat against my butt cheeks with his big nuts nestled there too. Ryan's sucking on his lips obviously feeling the sensations from his cock, then his head goes back as he moans, "Oooh, ummm, jesus this feels good." Grinding his hips a little gets another squirt of cum to shoot out the head of my cock as I gasp and my shoulders again shudder, "Oooh, Ryan, ummm, fuck, your big cock feels so good inside me, oooh, ummmm." He takes hold of both my ankles lifting my legs as he's leaning towards me. Putting a leg over each of his shoulders he humps against my ass, then grinds his hips with me
moaning at the pleasure coming from inside me. My legs bend at the knees with my heels against his lower back as he's pulling his cock almost all the way out, and then slowly pushes it back up my ass with my whole body shuddering this time and me lifting my head off the pillow, "Aaaaah, oooh, Ryan." Again he withdraws and then slowly and tightly it's steadily pushed back in with me gasping and struggling on the mattress wanting to climax so badly I'm shaking all over.
Leaving his cock inside me Ryan reaches down to rub my shoulders, quietly asking his favorite question, "Any complaints about your haircut now, babe?" That's his way of reminding me again that he's in-charge, as if I need a reminder right now. As silly as it seems, I do a version of the humiliating too-fast head nod by shaking my head 'no' from side to side real fast, muttering, "Un uh, nope, Ryan, no complaints." He gives my head a push, saying, "Good, I thought you'd be open minded about it and see things my way if you gave yourself the chance." Ah yes, a dominant response to submissive me... awesome! He does a couple of shorts thrusts with me gasping, "Ooh, ooh, mmm, Albert." He grins, "Feels good, huh?" and I do the too fast head nod, "Uh huh." He goes, "You do that head nod better than I ever did. Keep it up, I like it," so I do it again, completely infatuated with Ryan and his big cock. He says, "And I'll keep this habit I got from you," as he smells the back of his hand for a second, adding, "So what if it freaks out my parents, we're in this together, babe." I wiggle on the mattress, not really listening because my ass is itching for a hot fuck. Ryan does a series of long slow trusts making my back arch and me moan, "Ummm, ooh, ooh, ummm, fuccck." He stops with his cock half inside my ass and adjusts the position of his knees, then leans further forward and my legs on his shoulders pull my ass up off the mattress a little more. I drop my legs to around his waist with my ankles hooked together, and Ryan begins a fast hard fuck, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," and It's like I'm in sexual ecstasy groveling on the bed trying to recognize every incredible sensation bursting in my rectum and coming off my anus.
After the teasing and tantalizing ten minutes of slowly pushing his boner inside me and now slamming his hard cock rapidly up my ass, by comparison this is a fucking frenzy and that's exactly what I need. I'm almost foaming at the mouth with spit spray flying up as I gasp in pleasure and squirm on the bed. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," and I can't believe I haven't climaxed yet, but it feels so hot and sexy I hope I can hold off blowing my big load of spunk awhile longer. Now it's even a faster, "Slapslapslapslap," and my climax is definitely ready to explode, but Ryan's body gets stiff and he stops thrusting with his cock fully up my ass. His face scrunches up like he's in pain as he humps desperately against my buttocks and a second later I feel the sharp stream of his spunk hit inside me. That's the tipping point for me and my back arches with me humping into him as I squeal like a banshee with cum streaming out the head of my boner. In a world of sexual pleasure I stare transfixed at the thin stream of creamy white spunk that shoots over my head and splatters against the headboard with spray hitting my face and chest. Ryan's shooting more of his semen inside me as my stomach and groin muscles contract forcing four little fast flying squirts of cum from the quivering pee slip at the head of my boner. All four little strings of cum land on my chest with my head spinning at the exquisite sensations those little squirts of cum produced in me, pleasure that's like a A-bomb mushroom cloud going up and spreading out around my body. Shuddering again, I'm blinking my eyes hardly believing the climax I just had. Then I hear a moan from Ryan and take my eyes off my cock to look at him. His eyes are closed, his head's lulling like it's too heavy to hold up. Getting my arms around the back of his neck I pull his head down next to mine and hug it. He lays on me with his cock sliding out of my ass making my shoulders do another shudder. His now slimy cock lays between us and it's deep breathing for both of us as our bodies relax and sort of meld together. Oh man, he smells so good as I squeeze him against me, my hand rubbing the hairs up the back of his head feeling his breath on my shoulder. Jesus, that was an awesome fuck!
Ryan lays on me without moving as I rub both my hands over his body. I'm feeling so fuckin' contented, sexually satisfied, and generally speaking, without a complaint in the world. Actually it's impossible to describe the awesome way I'm feeling. Oooh god, that was some hot sex. Finally Ryan kisses my cheek, then rolls off me to lay next to me on his back. Going up on my elbow, I look down at him with a big grin on my face. He grins back, mumbling, "Well, that was pretty good, huh?" I consciously don't do the too-fast head nod, settling instead for a big smile and, "Uh huh, that was fan-fucking-tastic," and I lean down for a kiss. He says, "Ya wanna suck my cock?" I shrug, "If you want me to," and he says, "No, on second thought, not with the lube. When we stop using the lube you can suck it after I fuck you. That'll show me you're my boy." I run my fingers through his hair, asking, "What exactly does that mean? Me being your boy." It's Ryan's turn to shrug, "I don't know. I guess it means something like you do what I tell you," and that gets us talking about Ryan's and my early days of sub/dom sex when he'd get so dominant during sex I'd sort of regress in age making me seriously feel like a kid. He goes, "You really liked that, didn't you?" I'm like, "Hell, yeah," and he goes, "Yeah, I did it for you, but I didn't like myself very much when I did it. Reminded me too much of some of the shit I let myself go through, and it's exactly what I'm trying to prevent you from trying with someone like fuckwad." I push his glasses up his cute nose again, murmuring, "I'm never going to have a fuckwad person in my life, Ryan, but thanks for protecting me just the same."
As his cum drools out of me and dries on the back of my ass and thighs, we talk about some of the noteworthy sex we've had in the past. Ryan sort of implies we have the best sex together when it's more about loving each other than the sexual act itself. He means like the sex Robby and I have although of course he has no way of knowing what kind of sex we have together, and I don't tell him. I also don't tell him that lovers sex as far as I'm concerned can only happen between me and Robby. There's a special place in my heart for sex with Robby, but at the same time, the hot sex Ryan and I have when sharing sexual pleasure together is awesome too. I consider it close buddy-sex, or sex between very tight buddies. There are a number of different kinds of buddy sex, some more meaningful that others. Sometimes it's strictly a matter of a quick fuck to get 'off' and then it's, 'I'll see ya later, dude'. The best buddy sex is obviously done between best buddies. Friends who love each other, as close friends often do, makes for the best buddy-sex, but neither buddy is 'in love' with the other.That climax I just had with Ryan is a good example of awesome buddy-sex with a loving friend and it was about as good as it gets. And it most definitely was extremely hot and sexy, although still missing the deeply felt love I have when having any kind of sex with Robby. Lovers sex with him is the pinnacle of sexual pleasure for me. But then Robby can't do dominant sex like Ryan can, so they're both special to me in different ways.
Ryan and I eventually get out of bed to use the bathroom, brushing our teeth last, and then get right back in bed with Ryan murmuring, "Dylan, baby, the whole day has been as close to perfect as any day I can remember. Thank you for sharing it with me, but no more talking now, okay? We've got a seven hour drive tomorrow." I'm ready for sleep anyway, so he gets no argument from me. We kiss goodnight and I fall asleep pretty much right after the kiss. I wake-up once in the middle of the night when Ryan's arm flops across my face. Lifting his arm and laying it beside him I realize I was dreaming.
Dreaming about me and Robby on an island with someone else. The three of us are doing something in the sand. Not sex, something else with all three of us touching each other intimately somehow, or at least it seemed that way although it was a very vague dream. I don't know who the third guy was, but a likely candidate would be Ryan. I couldn't tell because in the dream it seemed like the sun was in my eyes. It left me with a strange feeling of confusion. Glancing at Ryan sleeping I can just make out his face in the light of the moon. Huh, I wonder if he was on the island with us.
I wake up with sun streaming through the window and Ryan hovering over me, then he rubs his nose against mine like the Eskimos supposedly do. I give him a hesitant smile and he hands me the tube of lube. Almost in a trance I squeeze some on my fingers and pick up his limp, long cock and twist my fist on it spreading the slippery substance from the root of his dick to the head, as he murmurs, "Keep doing that, babe." I do what he says, but it only
takes thirty seconds for his penis to transform into an amazingly attractive long boner. Ryan takes it from my hand, mumbling, "Turn over, please." On my stomach, looking back at him, I see Ryan push my legs apart and gets on his knees between them. He smacks my ass, "SMACK!" and I push my ass up. He nods his head, murmuring, "Good boy," and gently pushes the head of his big cock in past my sphincter muscle. Even doing that gently it still hurts being stretched that wide so I grunt into my pillow realizing I'm laying in my scratchy dried cum on the bottom sheet. It came from my chest when I turned over in the night. Ryan slowly presses his cock up my ass and to my surprise I find I'm sore up there. Last night's sex went on for quite awhile and it's left my rectum and especially the lips of my asshole tender. I groan, "Ow, ooh fuck, that hurts." Ryan quietly says, "I'm really sorry, Dylan, but it's probably going to be sore for maybe the whole first week, but by then your ass will be totally used to my cock, and I mean even without lubricant like we've done so many times in the past. After being regularly fucked three or four times a day with a cock this big you'll be used to it just like you were in the old days. Remember when we were kind of out of fuckin' control having the hots for each other to a frighteningly degree?" I nod my head remembering those days, days that I'll probably never experience again. It was the newness and uniqueness of Ryan in the early days that produced such high levels of sexual heat. Our pheromones are like a perfect match too, one in a million perfect match, and we went sexually crazy for awhile there.
With his boner fully up my ass, and my rectum on fire, he murmurs, "This will be a hot, hard, and fast fuck, baby, so grin and bare it the best you can." He fucks me just like he said he would and the constant, "SLAPSLAPSLAP," sounds fills the motel room with Ryan grunting from the effort. A minute of pain and then an ocean of sexual pleasure follows, but not for long. Ryan's fast fucking gets both of us 'off' in Tracy-like time. I'm incoherently
blabbing by the time cum is firing out my throbbing boner shooting four streaks of spunk out under me, sloppily wetting my stomach and chest. Then with ragged breathy sounds Ryan fills me up with his load, and then pulls out leaving me trembling with pleasure sensations. Awesome buzzing around my groin, and me moaning, "Aah, aah, ooh, mmm," before I settle down and lay here limply on the bed. He lays next to me, asking, "You okay, Dylan?" I mutter, "Yeah, that was awesome," as the hurt in my rectum makes itself known again and I reach back to touch my ass. "It hurts now though, Ryan." He nods his head, "Sorry, but it felt good too, didn't it?" Taking a deep breath nodding my head, I'm like, "Yeah, it did, but I don't think I can do it again for awhile." He gives me a hug, "It'll be fine by this evening. Lets take a shower now, come on."
Reluctantly, I get up and follow Ryan into the bathroom looking at my watch. It's a little past nine o'clock so we had a good night's sleep. That's nice, but I need to walk kinda funny eliminating as much movement in my asshole as possible, which isn't too cool. Ryan gets the water running and testing the temperature with his hand under the spray, then, "SMACK!" on my ass,
'Go ahead, boy, get in there," and another, "SMACK!" as I yelp and jump into the tub under the flow of the shower. Then, unlike last night, Ryan follows me in closing the curtain behind him. He gives me a hug, his chest against my back, saying, "Tight fit in here, huh?" I mumble, "Yeah, it is, but could you go easy on the ass smacks? I'm sore back there." He has an arm around my waist and a hand on my forehead pulling my head back against his shoulder as he explains, "Those ass smacks are to help you remember what we're doing. Me being in-charge and all that shit. After all I am your big bad dominant boyfriend for the next ten weeks, heh heh. The smacks help you stay focused," and he gives me a squeeze, murmuring, "And I love you too, but I still gotta do my job even if tough love is involved." I like his body so much I can't help but enjoy his hug even though I'm pissed about his slaps on my ass. My arms sort of hug his arm around my waist as I lean back against him, saying, "I thought the haircut was my reminder that you're in-charge." He chuckles, "Yeah, that too, but I kinda like giving you an occasional smack on your butt," and he humps against my buttocks a few times, then says, "I'm living my dream, babe. It's like I never fuckin' thought in a million years I'd get to be in-charge of anybody, never mind you, so it's fun for me, while it's helping you." I let the 'helping me' reference slide because sometimes it's the thought that counts and he really does think he's doing all this for me. Tightly together we sway under the water and it's cozy and relaxing, but eventually we begin washing ourselves too, with me asking, "Not to beat this subject to death, but I'm nervous about what your mom thinks about me. You know, her concern about me splitting the cost of things with you, and specifically what she feels about me staying with you guys this summer, and concerns like those." He pours shampoo on my head from the tiny bottle the motel provides, saying, "I shouldn't have mentioned the receipt thing, and mom's fine with you staying with us or she wouldn't have given in finally and say it was okay." I drop the subject but I was hoping for something more reassuring than his mom 'finally giving in and saying it's okay'. I was hoping for something like: 'It's wonderful that your college friend will be spending the summer with us'. Anything along those lines, something more than a reluctant 'okay'.
After Ryan shampoos my hair, I do his. Then, a little later while washing my ass the lube gets washed off my asshole and now the water stings like crazy and I'm going, "Ow, ow, ow, that fucking stings." Ryan goes, "Ya big baby." Huh, Robby would be sympathizing with me... not calling me a 'big baby'. After getting dressed silently we load our stuff in the car and head back
to the diner for breakfast. Sitting in the same booth we had dinner in, Ryan asks, "Are you pouting, Dylan?" I go, "Nah, sorry if it seems that way. I'm fine except for my sore ass, and a little sympathy from you would have been nice. I'm not complaining though because, I swear it's true, you fuck awesomely. You always have," He goes, "Thanks! Ya know, you're the first person I ever fucked. What am I saying, you're the only person I've ever fucked. I discovered I love to 'top', so thank you again!" I go, "You fucked somebody years ago, you told me you did." He makes a face, "If I told you that I lied, and that would surprise me because I'm not much of a liar." I shrug, "Whatever, but I wanna fuck you too. I know you said 'no' before, but come on, be fair." He says, "That would kinda going against the theme of me being the dominant sex partner in-charge of us, don't ya think?" I go, "To hell with that, I wanna fuck that tight ass of yours." He chuckles, "I don't know how tight it is after being plowed more times than I can count." The waitress comes over so we leave that topic unsettled, and order breakfast. While we're waiting for our breakfasts I think about checking my texts, but instead Ryan gets out the printout of our trip and we calculate where we'll be after driving seven hours today. We're connecting with the Hutchinson River Parkway for a little bit before traveling twenty-six miles on I-287 west across the Tappan Zee Bridge into New Jersey, and so on. After almost another four hundred miles we'll be West Virginia. I'm thinking that will bring a touch of reality... this is really happening. So far it's like I'm on a sexy road trip to Connecticut with a sex-buddy, one state away from my own. It'll be interesting to see how I feel about everything when I'm five or six hundred miles from home. I don't think my pending ten weeks away from home has sunk in yet. For now our breakfast has arrived and as I expected, it's very good. Diner's breakfasts are almost always good. Breakfast is the best thing they do actually.
Ryan drove first yesterday so he tells me to drive the first three hours or so today. We'll look for some place to eat lunch near the end of my stint as the driver. Ryan says, "It'll be around one-thirty by then, so we'll stop for gas and have lunch." I'm like, "Roger that, boss," and he says, "Um, Dylan, remember what I said about you calling me 'boss'. It's cool calling me that until we get home, but from then on it's 'Albert', and whatever you do don't call me 'Ryan' or the rents will get suspicious." I don't say anything, just nod my head, but his parents are definitely in Ryan's head. I'm surmising they don't dote on him so much as they frighten him. That's what it's seems like to me anyway. I've always gotten along okay with adults, but this Wilcox duo might be a challenge. After a few minutes Ryan asks, "Will it detract from your driving if I talk?" I go, "No, not at all. I like hearing your voice." He frowns, "Seriously?" Glancing at him, "Yeah, seriously. When you were giving me the rules yesterday your voice was sorta hypnotizing me." He goes, "Get outta here! You were falling asleep." Shaking my head, "Nope, your voice is hypnotizing when it's kind of a monotone, and I don't know, you were so confident when you started with the rules thingie." He goes, "Huh." He's now apparently picked-up on my habit of saying, 'Huh' too.
A minute later Ryan says, "Ya know, now that you mention it, I had a teacher in school with a voice that seemed to put me in a trance. It was his first teaching assignment so he was in his early twenties I guess. Probably most people would think he was a bit goofy, but I liked looking at him. He taught seventh grade math and he wore short sleeved shirts all winter, always with a box of Marlboro red in his shirt pocket. I could faintly see the box
through the material. He was goofy maybe, but I had a wicked crush on him and I got boners all the time in math class." I'm like, "Funny the odd things you remember, and I do the same thing with random experiences from my past. Anyway, that voice thing happens under certain circumstances and with certain types of voices, but it's kinda rare. Plus, a person's voice who might be sort of hypnotizing to you won't necessarily have the same affect on others. Fuck, the vast majority of people's voices have no affect on me one way or the other. Your's does though, and there are a few others too." He goes, "How do pick up on all this kind of shit?" I'm like, "Because I pay attention to guys, those around my age mostly. I sort of study them." Ryan goes, "Huh," again, and then adds, "Yeah, you know what? I kinda like that thought of me hypnotizing you." I mutter, "Ya like the idea of smacking my ass too," and he says, "That's right, and I don't want to hear anymore complaining like you did a few days ago, and then again this morning in the bathroom." I shrug feeling a touch of submissiveness from the way he said that, so I mumble, "Okay, I'll try not to bitch about it too much." Ryan reaches over to give the back of my neck an affectionate squeeze, saying, "Good boy," and my dick tightens up a little. He knows what I'm susceptible to, and he's really good at pulling it off subtly, like rubbing my head or saying, 'good boy'. Damn, that little twinge of submissiveness felt good on my dick though. Fucking fetishes, mysterious as hell, but as ya gotta love 'em.
There's a Killers CD playing so we don't talk for awhile, but when it's over, I ask Ryan, "You mentioned your seventh grade math teacher. What was it like for you moving up from grade school to middle school? Big jump for a lot of young kids going from being in one classroom all day to moving from class to class each period, and with a shit load of kids ya don't know from other grade schools too." He goes, "Yeah, it was better than grade school where we were stuck in the same seat all fucking day. But other than that it was the same shit I was used to in grade school. Ya gotta remember I was one of the school's dorks from about fifth grade through twelfth grade." Huh, I ask, "Why's that?" and he shrugs, "Fuck, I had the horn-rimmed eyeglasses back then, I'm short and small, I had to wear the geeky clothes my mother bought for me, and I was gay and shy. Hell, I would have thought I was a dork too. Plus, up till about tenth grade my dad took me to the barbers with him. My haircut was always a 'boys special', clippers on the sides, a part on the left, all that shit." I grin, "Almost like the haircut ya have now, right?" He says, "No, it was very different! There wasn't any mistaking it for anything but what the barber's called a 'boy's special'. Everyone got exactly the same haircut, I mean the other nerds and geeks. I never connected with any of them because there was nothing cool about them, so I was a loner. Anyway, this haircut I have now is retro cool and much different from that fucked-up 'boy's special' haircut." I mumble, "Oh," not seeing much difference from his haircut now from the one he described. He adds, "Plus, all through school I used hair tonic like my dad, so my hair was plastered down." I ask, "Did you get bullied much?" He goes, "What the fuck do you think? Of course I was bullied! I was bullied every day, but I wouldn't tell my parents or the teachers." "Why not?" He goes, "Because in those days bullying wasn't considered a problem like it is nowadays. Then it was, 'just boys being boys'. Anyway my dad would have told me to punch the bully. That'd be his solution. I was a pathetic weakling back then though, so I didn't punch anybody. I just gave them my lunch money and picked-up my books that they'd just knocked out of my arms."
He goes on to tell a familiar tale about how once he got labeled a dork it's was pretty much impossible to change that image. Kids are followers and when they see Ryan being treated like a dork, that's how they see him and they treat him the same way. No one wanted to get dork status themselves so like it or not, they bullied the dorks like the rest of the kids. Then I go,
"Hey, but then you made the baseball team, and that must have changed your image somewhat." He shrugs, "Nope, it didn't. Then I was the baseball team's dork, and a closeted gay to boot. Some of my teammates hated me, and I don't know to this very day what I ever did to be hated." Jesus, what a childhood! He goes on, "So, one day I'm picking my books up off the playground's blacktop after some kid came up behind me and turned my backpack upside down, and I see this guy leaning against the fence just staring at me with this surly look on his face. When our eyes met, he said something like, 'Hey faggot, get over here', and that started it. I was afraid not to go over. With my balls shriveling up I went over to him and he was nice to me, which was a fucking shocker of all shockers to me back then. He was kind of an arrogant braggart of a kid, a junior in high school, but sort of nice. Of course he was at least three years older than me, and..." I interrupt, "So how old were you when this happened?" Ryan goes, "I was in eighth grade at the time, just about to graduate to high school." I say, "So you were thirteen?" and he goes, "I guess. I'd been jerking off looking at gay porn for like two years by then, so I was closer to fourteen. Anyway, this older kid and me walked and talked. Him telling me a lot of bullshit I didn't believe, but
like I said he was so arrogantly cool about it I hung on every word, and blah, blah, blah, I finally had a friend, although one a lot older than me. A kid three years older is a big difference when you're fourteen"
I go, "Yeah, but that doesn't sound so bad," and Ryan goes, "Well, he had me do little errands for him and I followed him around like his puppy dog fetching stuff for him. Once in a while he'd goose my ass or my junk in a playful manner. He probably did that testing to see what I'd object to. I didn't object to anything he did basically, and he was always talking about sex
too. He'd buy me shit like sodas, candy bars and small stuff like that. He
taught me to smoke too. So this went on for a month or so and then school was out for the summer and he introduces me to his buddy, who wasn't as nice as Dwayne. Dwayne's friend was always smacking the back of my head knocking my glasses off. Broke a couple of my glasses actually and I told my parents I dropped them. They were pissed-off at me for being such a spaz. My idol was Dwayne Silverman though, even though he'd laugh when his friend was fuckin' with me, only occasionally making him stop. His prick of a friend was Tony something. I forget his last name."
"So anyway school gets out and we're still hooking up a couple times a week to hang out. Dwayne had a motorbike and he'd come roaring up to my house telling me to get my ass on the bike behind him. One day he invites me for a swim in the pool at his house. He picked me up on his motorbike, and let me tell ya, riding on that motorbike with my friend, oh man, I always felt like I was a hot shit. The pool was at his house, like I said, and... oh, by the way, this was when we were living in Mississippi and my dad was head of some small section of Lockheed Martin. Anyway, at Dwayne's house we stripped in his bedroom, ya know, to change into our swimsuits. When I'm naked Dwayne had all these compliments about my dick, then he showed me his, which was maybe five inches long, but also maybe five inches around too. A really fat one, the fattest penis I've ever seen. He starts teasing me by touching my cock telling me he's never seen one as long as mine, then he'd pick it up with his fingers and stretch it out asking me how it feels jerking off a long cock like mine, and all kinds of stuff like that. That was the first time anybody touched my dick other than me. It felt good, and I knew I was gay, so I was hoping for more than just touching my pecker. He dared me to touch his and I did, and so on. We're still bare-ass naked when Tony comes into the bedroom, and he also makes a fuss over my dick as he gets undressed. So now we're all buck naked in his bedroom and Dwayne ask me if I wanna do a circle jerk with him and Tony. I was kinda shy with Tony there, but Dwayne made it seem like those two did it all the time, and I wanted to belong so I started jerking off with them. Didn't get far though. Tony took over jerking me off as Dwayne got behind me fiddling around with my asshole with his finger. We never got to the pool. After the jerk off we played a computer game, still naked, and the loser had his ass spanked. To make a long afternoon short, my ass was so red it could have been a traffic light by the time we were done with the computer. Both of them laughing so hard some piss dripped out of Tony's dick. Oh, and I blew both of them and they both fucked me twice bareback. I was off to the races."
Listening to Ryan I've got one hand on the steering wheel and the other up to my nose smelling the back of my wrist. Ryan stops talking, and reaches over to pull my wrist away from my nose, asking, "Lovely life story, huh?" I put both hands on the wheel, saying, "Well, I told you my introduction to gay sex, and it wasn't much better." He nods, "I know, that's why I'm not too embarrassed to admit mine." We talk about our early days of gay sex in some detail, and mine seems very mild compared to Ryan's. Those two guys, Dwayne and Tony, fucked Ryan so often on an overnight camping trip near the end of that summer that his ass was bleeding badly. By then they were routinely slapping him in the face, ass, head, and tying him up. Tony was the real sicko where Ryan was concerned, and Dwayne would refused to participate in some of the shit Tony did to Ryan, although he watched. Ryan finally had two 'friends' though... and what a sad fucking tale that is. Hearing this perverted stuff I'm feeling worse and worse for Ryan. Finally around noon, he stops in the middle of a sentence, and says, "Ya know what? I don't want to talk about this anymore. If you don't mind I wanna be quiet for awhile." I go, "No, no problem, but didn't your parents see anything different about you that summer?" He shakes his head, "No, they were relieved I had two so-called friends and I was no longer spending all day in my room." Wow, some serious parenting going on with those two! I don't like either of his parents already, and I haven't even met them. I feel like hugging Ryan, but I'm driving and he wouldn't want my pity anyway.
Well, that's a topic I won't be bringing up again anytime soon. Ryan's childhood blows, and it gets me sad and infuriated. Jeez, how desperate for friendship would ya need to be to put up with that bullshit. I was pretty fucking pathetic myself for a couple of months with fat Carl. Then there were a few weeks I got hung-up on that military guy in Parker's park too. I think he was a marine, but wow, he was nuclear hot and sexy! A little scary too,
but oh my god, did that guy ever have my number. He had me wrapped around his little finger from the first time I met him. He was like some exotic sex figure for awhile there. That was in between fat Carl dumping me and before Willie talked me into attending one of Carl's so-called sex parties with him. Yeah, I've got no right to judge Ryan's behavior. Still, my experiences were nothing compared to his nightmare of a childhood.
Ryan puts a Frey CD in the CD player and we listen to that instead of talking. Then, when the 'How To Save A Life' cut plays, I get a little emotional thinking about the kind of shit Ryan experienced, endless bullying combined with brutal sex, and how someone weaker than Ryan might have considered suicide. This song was also playing when Willie did his drunken suicide attempt, and for what reason? It was because his parent temporarily suspended his credit cards, or some such shit like that... oh, horrors! With all the crap, year after year, Ryan's endured he never considered suicide as far as I know. Or maybe he did and he'll tell me about it some day. I'll bet dollars to jelly beans he never attempted it though, and I give him credit for surviving all the crap he had in his life. Now he seems to be doing pretty good. That's a pretty big leap from loser dork, enduring sexual and physical abuse, to confident and in-charge guy like Ryan appears to be now. Well yeah, but he hasn't pulled the in-charge thing off at home yet, and only time will tell if he can. I'm very curious how Ryan acts around his parents. He wants to prove something to his dad especially, and I'll see if he can. Here's another thing I gotta hand it to Ryan for: The more I hear about his parents, in drips and drabs mostly, the more I give Ryan credit for coming out as gay to them. I mean, they seem uptight and ultra religious folk from the
South, so it took some guts on Ryan's part to tell them he's gay, and I think he did it to clear the way for me to be with him this summer. Glancing at him as he stares out the side window watching the world go by, I feel admiration for him and I want this summer to work out good for him. I'll let his dad see that I admire Ryan and look up to him as a leader. Hopefully his parents begin showing Ryan a little respect or at least stop ignoring him. As for me, I don't especially give a fuck what they think of me. After this summer I'll never see them again.
Ryan says, "That's the exit coming up, Dylan, take the next exit. I saw a sign for gas and a McDonald." I go, "Sounds good." Getting off the highway I need to drive ten minutes down a two lane road before we see a gas station. I'm filling the tank glancing over at a man at the next pump. A smallish man with a too-smooth face. Like scarring maybe, or like a child's face, but with shoulder-length greasy grayish/white hair. Weird looking dude with ugly hair, but I say, "Excuse me," and he looks up and smiles widely at me, showing me his mouthful of big yellow teeth, and I mean yellow, like corn yellow. It makes a chill run down my spine. Jesus! He lifts his head to the side oddly, muttering, 'Yeah? Whaddaya want?" Intimidating old fuck! I do a couple of fake coughs, then with a squeaky voice, "Um, is there a McDonald close by?" He shrugs, "How the fuck would I know?" He stops smiling and now I've got creepy shivers going down my spine. He's done pumping gas, but he stands there staring at me. When the Mini Cooper's tank is full, I get in the car immediately, "Do you see that freaky guy, Ryan?" He goes, "Yeah, I locked my door." Starting the engine, I'm like, "Weren't you gonna help me if that freak jumped over his car and attacked me?" Ryan says, "I'd have dialed 911 first, and then saved your ass." It was weird, but unnerving too. Some kind of premonition of things to come perhaps? I hope the fuck not!
As it turns out the McDonald is only two blocks further up the main street of this hick town, but there's also a diner on the opposite side of the road. We had good luck with the last diner, so we try this one instead of McDonalds. It's a little after one-thirty in the afternoon so still basically lunchtime and the diner's crowded. That's usually a good sign. Three very large people are just vacating a booth, so we slide into it with their dirty dishes still on the table. Then, fuck! I hate sitting on a seat previously heated-up by somebody's fat ass. A geriatric busboy comes over to clear our
table with a waitress right behind him with menus. Fast service. It's another too-large menu of course, and after perusing the luncheon specials Ryan bravely, I thought, orders the homemade meatloaf, mashed potatoes with gravy, plus canned peas. When our lunch is served, I'm like, "That's a strange looking lunch, Albert," and then take a bite of my BLT. Ryan goes, "It is strange, but I was intrigued by the 'homemade' part." He eats some, then asks, "Ya want a bite?" I go, "Yeah," and he forks a piece of meatloaf and holds it over for me. I like the idea of eating off his fork so I close my lips on the tines and slide the meatloaf off, then chew, "That's homemade alright, and pretty damn good too." Ryan says, "Try the mashed potatoes," and when he holds his fork over I close my lips on it again, getting every bit off the tines, then say, "They're homemade too." He goes, "See, not so odd of a lunch after all. Let me have a bite of your BLT," and we share our entire lunch feeding it to each other, with me almost getting a boner eating off Ryan's fork. That's weird! Out of the corner of my eye I see an old couple talking behind their hands nodding at us two goofs eating each other's lunch. There's no need for them to worry though, I wouldn't eat anything off their fork, not if it was a hundred dollar bill in the tines.
We have homemade cherry pie and coffee for dessert, and that's good too. Diners rock! After paying the check by splitting it down the middle again, Ryan saves the receipt and as we're walking out, I bump Ryan's side, murmuring, "I got a 'thing' for you, Ryan. Did you know that?" He grins, "Yep, I know you do, and I love it. You gonna suck my dick again tonight?" My fast head nod makes him laugh. Still grinning Ryan hugs my shoulders, murmuring, "I love you so much, Dylan," and I go, "I'll rim you too if you'll let me." He says, "Oh yeah, I'll let ya alright, and I want your tongue way up my ass too," and he laughs giving the back of my neck a squeeze. At the car, I say, "Feel my dick," so Ryan puts his hand on my crotch, exclaiming, "You got another boner!" I'm like, "Yeah, eating off your fork, then talking about sucking your cock and rimming your ass got me all kinds of hot and bothered." He's shaking his head, "Damn, I've got a walking boner for a boyfriend. How lucky am I! Dylan, you make me feel awesome!" We get in the car with Ryan in the driver's seat, saying, "Give me a kiss, baby," so I lean over and give him a juicy kiss just as the old couple who watched us eat each other's lunch comes down the steps. They get all huffy jerking their heads and spewing hate at Ryan's and my sickening show of gay affection. Then Ryan rubs my head for the tenth time today as I gawk at the old farts, who brazenly glare right back at me with disgust. What the fuck, I do what little boys do and flash them the finger pumping it up and down a little.
The old people get into a beat-up oversized pickup truck, still glaring at me. Ryan's unaware of the whole thing, or he would have told me to grow-up. Now he holds my face near his with his arm around the back of my neck, asking, "Do you love me, Dylan?" My eyes first go to the old couple with me grinning, then I look back at Ryan nodding my head a couple of times feeling a funny in my belly, or maybe it's my groin. Ryan stares back for a few seconds, then murmurs, "Tell me you do." My dick squirms in my underwear, as I say, "I love you, Ryan," and I feel frightened when saying it. He's really serious, but the hatred I felt coming from the old couple, followed by this question of love is disconcerting. Ryan's only got one thing on his mind though, "We're going to be lovers, Dylan, I can feel it. During all of last semester I felt you beginning to feel it yourself. Forget that buddy-sex shit, we're going to be in love with each other.' He's still holding my face close to his as he adds, "It's thrilling for me that at last we're going to be true lovers. It might take a month before you fully realize it, but you're in love with me... just saying, bro." I can hardly breath I'm so captivated by the conviction in his voice. Then he takes his arm away, saying, "I knew you'd realize you're in love with me if we spent time together, you know, without, um, outside interruptions. Give you time to sort out your true feelings, and I was right." I'm staring at him wondering what I did to give him this idea. He grins at me, "Okay, you don't have to say anything now, but you'll see I'm right," and he rubs my head for the eleventh time today, doing it roughly this time, mumbling, "That's my boy, now put your fucking seatbelt on, and no talking when I'm driving." I do a quiet gasp sitting back in my seat, the old couple forgotten. Taking a deep breath, staring at Ryan as he looks straight ahead. What the fuck was that? I'm back to smelling the back of my hand until Ryan reaches over and pulls my hand away, saying, "No, Dylan! And put your seatbelt on like I told ya." As I'm clicking my seatbelt in place, I mutter, "You do it too." He asks, "What? I already have my seatbelt on?" and I'm like, "No, not that. You smell the back of your hand too." He shrugs, "Oh that. Yeah, I know I picked that up from you, but if I can get you to stop, then I can too. Habits are a bitch, aren't they?" He stares at me grinning and full of confidence again making me feel funny. I bite my bottom lip thinking I might cum in my pants, and I have not the slightest idea why I'm feeling that way.
Then Ryan puts a CD in the player and drives out of the parking lot and back down the two lane road towards the highway glancing over at me every couple of seconds. On the highway he picks up speed until he's driving seventy miles an hour, just like he said he would, which is the fastest he's ever driven with me in the car. Of course we're still getting passed by other cars, but not every car passes us like before. My eyes are closed now as I try
making sense of Ryan's notion we're going to be lovers. I said, 'I love you'. I didn't say 'I'm in love with you', but that's what he believes will happen in time, that I'll be in love with him. If it weren't for Robby maybe I could fall in love with someone else, like Connor perhaps. Yeah, I could fall in love with him without even trying. And maybe with Ryan too, although I'm not at all sure about that. He's the best side-sex buddy ever, that's for sure, but I don't think I'd want to depend on him the rest of my life as my spouse. Ryan's not steady like Robby, or as lovable as Connor. It couldn't be Tracy, although he's hot and rich, but he's also too wild for me. I couldn't keep up with him. I'm not going to go through everyone I've had sex with to see if I could fall in love with them because I don't need to, I have Robby, so it's a waste of time speculating about falling for someone else. A stupid waste of time. Robby's such a huge part of my world, and it's him I'm in love with and that's that. Seth might be a possibility too though, he's awesome. No, it's me and Robby forever and I'm lucky I have him. And fuck my old philosophy of, 'Love the one your with', it no longer applies now that I'm 'in love' for real. Being 'in love' is very different from saying, 'Dude, I love ya, man'. That's the way I love Ryan, not the 'in love' way. Well, I love Ryan more than the throw away line, "Love ya, man." He means more to me than that, but what he's hoping for isn't going to happen. Yeah, and how the hell is he going to seem dominant if I'm feeling bad for him half the time. The poor kid needs to branch out and find his own true love. They're out there somewhere. Jesus, when you see who some people settle for I gotta believe there's someone for everybody.
Driving along we listened to the last cut on the CD and then it's eerily quiet in here. It's awkward too because hanging in the air is Ryan's conviction I'll fall in love with him. I should say something to him about that, but what? Well, there's no talking anyway with Ryan concentrating on driving, so I look out the window and don't encourage him by glancing at him. After awhile I close my eyes and lay my head back, then doze off right after seeing the 'Welcome To West Virginia' sign. Ryan drives for another forty-five minutes and I have myself a nice nap. What wakes me is the car coming to a abrupt stop. My eyes open and I see we're at a Days Inn. Ryan says, "That wasn't too bad, Dylan, was it? The traffic was light for both of us," and he lifts my wrist to see my watch as I'm staring at the digital clock on the dashboard. He goes, "It's only a little after five. We made good time." I stretch, thinking I wouldn't mind a longer nap, so I mumble, "Light traffic? Shouldn't we drive on?" He shakes his head, "Seven hours in a car is enough for me, and anyway we'd hit rush hour traffic if we drove on. We'll check into this motel." We do that, using both our debit cards, and as we're leaving the office Ryan puts the receipts in the little folder with the other receipts, then says, "The guy said we need to drive around to the other side for our room, right?" I sort of shrug because I wasn't paying attention. Ryan's supposed to be in charge.
In the car again, I'm trying to think of a response to Ryan's preposterous claim that I've fallen in love with him. If I don't say something he'll assume he's correct. Driving around to the other side of the motel, Ryan asks, "How's your pussy feeling?" I go, "What?" and he says, "I asked about the condition of your pussy 'cause my dick is itching to be inside you." I reach under one butt cheek feeling my ass, thinking again how I never should have mentioned the word 'pussy', which is Willie's name for my ass. Ryan backs the Mini into a parking spot as I mumble, "Um, how about waiting until after dinner before we get into any romantic situations involving body parts. And, um, I need to tell you something." He reaches over to rub my head, then leave his hand on top of my head, grinning, "How about we don't wait until after dinner." Sucking on my lips I make that goofy sucking sound again, and go, "Okay, Albert, you're in-charge." He gives my head a push, "That's my boy," and my cock tightens up a little, my anus too.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinkat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com
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