DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION
Chapter 20
by Donny Mumford
With our Friday pay checks snugly in our pockets Ryan and I are at home walking from the car to the house with me making the case for a 'quickie' before the cook out. This morning in my bedroom we had some of the hottest sex ever, and oh yeah, Ryan put his dog collar on me for the first time in a long time. He put it on tight so my face was red the whole time he was fucking me. Anyway, with this morning's sex in mind, naturally I feel it'd be a good idea to slip in a quick fuck before joining the folks at the barbecue. Mellow us out. Here's the problem though, Ryan's not paying any attention to me. In fact he interrupts me in mid-sentence to tell me something. He's like, "Oh, sorry for interrupting, Danny, but just before I left work something happened that took me totally by surprise. Then I met you in the parking lot afterwards and you started in with the questions about the fucking cook out, and I hate that fucking cook-out, so I went off on a tantrum about that." I say, "Sorry, Albert. What happened?" He grabs my arm, "Will you stop walking and listen to me!" We're in the kitchen now so I stop and turn around. He says, "It's something good, nothing to worry about." I'm giving him my full attention, but when he starts to say something my cellphone beeps. Reaching for the pocket my cellphone's in I get a 'look' from Ryan, so I'll check my iPhone later.
Ryan says, "Well, after I finished my weekly report I take it to Josh's office to leave it on his desk. He's in his office though, so I hand him the weekly report and he sort of snatches it from my hand like it's an annoyance or something. Then he proceeds to read all three pages standing up leaning his ass against his desk. I'm standing there in the middle of his office like a dork, not sure if I'm suppose to leave or wait until he finishes. It was like five agonizing fucking minutes of me standing there with my dick in my hand before he finally looks up at me. Here's the good part: he's smiling when he says, 'Awesome, Albert! You and your team are kicking this project's ass. Damn good report too. Keep it up!' How about that !?" I'm impressed actually, and then Ryan adds, "Then he sort of gives me a shoulder hug before walking out of his office. Ha ha, and I'm still standing there with my dick in my hand. I was sort of in shock or something. It's a rare day a compliment comes out of that guy's mouth." I say, "Congratulations! You know your father's going to hear about that report, right?" Ryan's glowing, "For sure! This is the best summer of my life, Danny boy! And it keeps getting better and better." I nod my head, happy for him. Guess I can officially stop worry about how Ryan will handle being a boss. Yeah, but he ignored my suggestion we have a quick fuck before the cookout and now I feel kinda creepy bringing it up a second time.
A minute later Ryan has a change of moods, no longer thinking about Josh's compliment because he sees a note from his mother on the refrigerator telling him to get to the neighbor's barbecue the minute he gets home. Ryan's yelling, "I hate that goddamn cook-out! Fuck! I would be delighted to pass up on that, but mother insists I go, and if I go you're coming too." He gets a can of Coke out of the refrigerator, slamming the door. I'm watching him thinking, 'This sucks!'. He takes a drink from the can, then hands it to me, "We'll have to share that. It's the last one." I shrug, taking the can of Coke. Ryan's looking pissed-off as he smells the back of his wrist, then his expression softens a little and he pats my cheek, saying, "I shouldn't take it out on you though, but we're not going over there now. We'll take our good old time. We're going to have a cigarette and share that can of Coke, then we're gonna take showers and change. I'm not going over there in work clothes. Fuck that?!"
Carrying the can of Coke I follow him outside where he takes my hand, giving it a squeeze, then holds it as we walk towards the gazebo. "Everything okay, Daniel?" and I'm like, "Yeah, sure, Albert." Ryan had a rare meltdown there for a minute, but now he's back to basking in the glow of Josh's compliment. I don't know, but to me Ryan seems so sexily in-charge and confident when its just us two. I gotta say he also seems very mature when he's being 'in-charge' and it kinda makes my dick feel good. By now it's a given that he decides things and I agree with whatever it is he decided and I do what I'm told. It's been almost three weeks since we left Merrimack, if I include the drive down here so we're set in our ways by now. I've noticed the past few days he's been treating me more like he's an older brother to me than a bossy dominant sex-partner, although he's definitely dominant when we're having sex. The rest of the time he mostly maintains this odd friendly big brother attitude, like, 'do this, don't do that'. It's almost comical, except I find it sexy. I say that because of my submissive fetish, if submissiveness is a fetish.
I've tried talking to him a few times about dropping his bossy ways when we're alone. I mean what's the point of being bossy if no one sees it except me. I already know he's in-charge. He listened without disagreeing and then continued being bossily in-charge just like before our talk. So now I figure it's easier for me to go along with that rather than argue about it. I just go with the flow, no need to worry about much of anything. Ryan's tenaciously following through with the plans we made back at college, which includes me agreeing he'll be in-charge of us. He's obviously not going to deviate from those plans even though, like I said, I wanted to amend them somewhat. Fuck it though, I guess he's right to stick to his guns because it's working beautifully. My magnanimous giving to Ryan, as a friend, was agreeing to basically do what I'm told, and he's insisting I keep that promise as long as I'm here in Georgia. That's what it comes down to, although he doesn't blatantly say that in so many words. A promise is a promise.
Our goals this summer were to show his parents that Ryan's a confident leader-type person even though he's gay. That, plus him doing a good job of supervising at work. Both goals have already been accomplished, as well as my personal goal of getting Ryan socially functional with some of the guys our age here in Marietta. That's been accomplished more successfully than I ever expected. Now, if I could make some progress personally maturing, then all our goals will have been accomplished. It's a bit of a contradiction trying to be more mature while acting as Ryan's little brother though, so that's a situation that needs some work. I'm never going to see these people again after my nine weeks here so I don't especially care what they think about me. And as I said, I like letting Ryan/Albert decide everything, that is unless he steps over a line at some point, and I'll know if that happens. Then all bets are off. For now though everything is peaches and cream.
Frankly I never envisioned Ryan developing a 'big-brother' persona, that's totally unexpected although, like I said, it's no problem. And, what the hell, he passes out compliments to me while giving me most of the credit for our successes here, so it's hard to find something to bitch about. At times he'll amps-up his 'in-charge' routine around his parents, trying to impress them I guess. Both his mother and father have alluded to the fact Ryan bosses me around. I'm guessing they don't see it as Ryan being the big brother so much as him adopting the 'male' role in our gay relationship. No one's ever said it specifically, but I'm pretty sure that's what they think. And, who cares what they think basically. Of course there's no way it could work if I bulked at it the slightest bit, but why would I? It's like a vacation from responsibility. None of the guys at work have any mumbled complaints about Ryan as their boss, and I would know if they did. When you get right down to it though, there's actually not a lot of 'bossing' necessary on this job. We basically do the same things every day. Ryan sees that we're all working and staying on schedule, and then he has his own responsibilities which he's apparently doing very well considering the pat on the back Josh Day gave him an hour ago.
As we're walking to the gazebo, heh heh, I have the thought that obviously a big brother wouldn't hold hands with me like Ryan does, not unless I was like five years old. The hand-holding is an example of him maintaining a little of his dominant sex-partner persona even while playing the 'big brother' role. It makes sense having continuity in our relationship and lately I end-up agreeing with Ryan about everything anyway, and why not since he is the boss. He's persuasive too, and as I said a bit of a bull dog when it comes to how he wants things done. We sit on the bench in the gazebo with Ryan still holding my hand, looking at me, happily saying, "Well, Danny, this summer couldn't have worked out better for me so far. How about you?" I shrug, "No complaints." He nods his head, "Good! It's been two full weeks at home now and you're happy about everything, right?" I go, "Yep, nothing's bothering me. I was just thinking how things have gone awesomely so far and I
gotta admire how you're handling everything. You've been fair and I'm fine
following your lead, boss."
He nods his head thinking about that for a few seconds, then shrugs and goes, "That makes me feel good. How 'bout you give your boss man a kiss." Okay, he gets carried away once in a while, but I lean over and give him a five second wet kiss the way he wants me to do it. Early on I bulked at all these kisses, but he insists on them and wants me giving him meaningful kisses. No more pecks on his lips like I used to do. And yeah, the big brother and dominant sex-partner roles intertwine at times. Bottom line: the one constant in our relationship is that Ryan's in-charge and I've quit bitching about little things. Basically I'm fully embracing the concept that he actually is in-charge for real and it's not a game like I used to tell myself. In effect I'm living the kind of long-term relationship I've always thought would be perfect. Ryan's a dominant sex partner who's pleasantly in-charge after sex too. Not in some dictator or slave/master way, just two friends and lovers working together with him making the decisions. And, I'm not shy about mentioning sex when I feel I need to, which he calls nagging. I know he's joking about that because first of all he's flattered, and secondly he likes sex as much as I do. I liked what Jeff Bell said about it being liberating for him to be with other gay guys. For me it's liberating being my submissive self. When I'm Daniel Newman I can be as submissive as I want without anyone from home knowing a thing about it. And, Ryan's right about something else too, he's satisfying my sub/dom sex fetish so well I hardly miss the side-sex that I used to have regularly.
Ryan finishes the Coke, lets go of my hand and gives me the empty can. He gets his arm around the back of my neck pulling the side of my head against his shoulder, sighing, "This is so nice, Danny. During the last two weeks everything here at home has changed for the better. Everything outside the home has changed for the better too and I hope you know how much it means to me." I feel a little goofy laying my head on his shoulder like this, but it'd be awkward pulling away, so I relax against him. He gives me a squeeze, saying, "Actually there's no way you could know how much things have changed for the better because you're here. I'll never be able to thank you enough." I mumble, "It was our joint plan, not just me." He chuckles, "Yeah, but when we're together as a couple I'll have the time to show you how much I've appreciated you being here with me this summer. We'll look back on this summer as a changing point in both our lives."
That right there, that's the one sticking point, the only real negative between us... his inference we'll somehow wind-up getting married or at least living together after college. I told him I love him but it's not the marrying kind of love. Robby and me have that kind of love and I've told Ryan as much a number of times, but he keeps referring to the possibility of us being a couple beyond this summer. He's hoping during this nine week period something will happen to change my mind. I hate the thought of hurting him, although it seems inevitable. My hope is for that miracle possibility I though of earlier. The one where Ryan finds a true lover other than moi. Miracles do happen, but unfortunately only rarely. In the meantime I'm enjoying being submissive Danny Newman, heh heh, that's temporarily me. And yeah, I'm also fully aware that most people don't 'get' the delicious sensation that come with being submissive to someone, but too bad for them. It's not a matter of being a totally submissive person either, not at all! I'm not submissive to anyone except my sex partner. I'm polite to others, but not the least bit submissive to anyone else. In fact I'm frequently far from submissive at times and I've actually been accused of being an arrogant smart-ass by some misguided individuals. Fuckin' hicks, whaddaya expect.
Ryan's used to me not responding to references of us two living-out our lives together, so we're both quiet for awhile. It's not an awkward silence since, as I said, we're used to it. Now that I'm relaxed it's quite pleasant leaning against his hot body with his comforting arm around me. Heh heh, take care of me, Albert. It's also sexy smelling his personal scent. I feel his love for me too, and there isn't anything wrong with being loved. Ryan breaks the silence, "Here, take this, Danny," and he passes his cigarette butt to me. I sit up and drop both our cigarette butts in the vase next to me, then dump the Coke can in there too. Ryan stands taking my hand, pulling me up with him. "Well, boyfriend, it looks like we need to get ready for this fucked-up neighborhood cook-out. The one where no one speaks to me." Squeezing the back of my neck, giving me chills, he grins at me, saying, "You are so quiet today.You sure nothing's wrong?" I mumble, "No, nothing's wrong, but whaddaya mean no one will speak to you? The guys we've met will speak to you if we see them there. It's not last summer, boss." He goes, "Yeah, that's right. It couldn't possibly be as bad as last summer."
We're walking hand in hand around the garage, as I mumble, "Um, but uh, do you think we could, that is, we probably need to have sex before we shower, don't ya think? I'm not nagging, just suggesting. You know, it'll get us in a better mood to face this neighborhood cookout thingie" He goes, "There you go again, begging me to fuck you." I get a little pissed off, "I'm not begging! I'm suggesting! Do you know what the word, 'begging' even means?" He gives me half a grin for a couple of seconds, then says, "I'm teasing you. Um, are you actually serious though? We had that hot sex this morning with the doggie collar and all that, didn't we? We do it so often I lose track." Feeling I over-reacted, I mumble, "I was kind of kidding too." As we stroll toward the house I run my fingers up the back of his head in his hair, saying, "Yeah, this morning was sexually hot, and you were awesome as usual, but we might be drunk or something after the party. That's all I'm saying." I'm ruffling the hairs on top of his head now. He has the nicest hair. He grins, shaking his head slowly, murmuring, "Ya know what? I love the way you're always touching me, it's like you can't keep your hands off me, ha ha, and you're showing me so much more affection than you ever have before." He gives my hand a squeeze, "Well, you've always said you had a 'thing' for me, but here at home it seems like it's more than that. And, my teasing aside, I like that you're always nagging me to fuck you too."
Well sure, I get my way once in awhile even though he's in-charge'. There are exceptions to every rule. We're at the side door that we always use going in the house when I realize Ryan has sort of ignored my suggestion for sex again. He commented on it, but didn't say we'd do it. I stop and my arms go around him for a hug, "Please, Albert. I'll wear the dog collar again." He grins, "You can't conceive of going twenty-four hours without me fucking you two or three times, can you?" I pull my head back to look at him, sayings, "Yeah, that's correct, but it's your fault. You've been taking care of my sexual needs, like you said you would, and now it's not like I just want it, I need it because you've become extra sexy and hot to me and nobody fucks as good as you. You're a sex drug I'm addicted to." Ryan laughs, then goes, "And...?" I mumble, "Oh yeah, and I love you, Albert." He asks, "What was that, Danny?" I give him another hug with my forehead on his shoulder, "I love you." He puts his hand under my chin raising my face so we're looking into each other's eyes, "You love me and you're not going to give me any shit about tomorrow's haircut, not in front of Timmy and Jeff, right?" I say, "No! I promise I won't. Anyway I've come to like this haircut, just like you said I would, honestly." He rubs my head, smirking and grinning, then mumbling, "So you want to wear my dog collar again, huh?" I go, "If it's okay with you, it's okay with me," and my dick stiffens-up. He says, "Okay, my parents are already at the cookout. That boring fucking thing started a couple hours ago, so we've got the house to ourselves."
As we walk into the house with his arm around the back of my waist and me leaning against him, I acknowledge to myself I may have become 'pathetically' submissive to Ryan, and not just about sex. And so what if I am? Going back to my earlier rationalization: I'm in Georgia under an assumed identity so why not act like this and enjoy myself to the fullest. It's something I've always suspected would be a perfect arrangement. I mean, what's the point of being incognito if you can't get away with stuff you normally couldn't or wouldn't do? When we're inside the house, he mumbles, "You run along upstairs and get undressed, Daniel. I'll be there in a minute. I've got to text someone." I get a smack on my butt, then I go up the front stairs to his bedroom and get undressed feeling goofy, then chuckling to myself as I'm again thinking about the submissive way I've been acting around him. Even so I'm feeling squirmy and eager for sex. Huh, he's probably texting Jeff. Absently pulling my pud, thinking about that and how Jeff's being submissive to him even more than me. At first I gave a thought to maybe dialing back my submissive act, except I can't think of a good reason to do that. In fact maybe I should actually take it up a notch to match Jeff's submissiveness. Of course, if there ever comes a point when I find myself even vaguely contemplating a reevaluation of Robby's and my status, I'll pull the plug on Marietta and the roller coaster ride will be over. For now though, everything's cool.
I'm standing in his bedroom naked when Ryan comes in, saying, "Truth be told, and you know this anyway, I'm happy that you want me to fuck you so often. I don't take it for granted either. I love it more than almost anything." He's taking his khakis off, mumbling, "Get on your hands and knees." Surprising myself, I remind him, "Aren't you putting the dog collar on me?" He chuckles, "Oh yeah, okay, sure. You know where it is from this morning. It's in that bottom drawer. Get it for me." Oh man, my cock is tightening up as I go through his sex toys coming up with the dog collar. I've worm this thing many times before this morning. I even wore it to work on the landscaping crew a few days. Bringing the collar to Ryan, he says, "Well, put it on," and I strap it around my neck and he chuckles pointing at my semi-boner. I'm getting so aroused putting the dog collar on I'm having trouble breathing. I mutter, gasping, "It's on, Albert," and after he pulls his shirt off, he puts a finger between my neck and the dog collar, mumbling, "It's not nearly tight enough," and he unbuckles it and tightly re-buckles it with me
trying too gulp but my Adam's apple can barely move.
He says, "Get on your hands and knees now, like I told you," As I do that he takes off his underwear and then gives me half a dozen really hard smacks on my ass, the slapping sounds ringing in my ear, as he says, "You want a dominant fuck so I'll oblige". He's spanking me with the palm of his hand, his long cock flopping between his legs as he does it. I need to grit my teeth not to yelp because he really gets my ass stinging and burning. He says he spanks me because I like it, and I do within reason, but so does he. When he's done spanking me his flaccid cock that was flopping around is now a semi-hard boner. Wishing I didn't need to, I can't help reaching back and rubbing my smacked ass, making Ryan grin. He walks around in front of me holding his damp big fat cock in his fingers. It's been encased in his jockey shorts all day getting musky-smelling and extra sexy. He grabs my dog collar pulling my head up roughly and I take his cock from his fingers. Sucking the head into my mouth, Ryan rubs my head, saying, "We're both doing exactly what we said we'd do for each other. You've somehow made me feel comfortable with some of my peers in town, ones I've never even spoken to before, and you've helped me impress my parents. As for my part, I've satisfied your sexual needs, which are considerable." He pinches the short hair at the front of my head, asking, "Don't you agree?" Taking his cock from my mouth, I say, "Yeah, I already told you I was just thinking about the same thing myself. I agree we're both doing what we promised we'd do." Then in a whiny voice, I'm like, "But, um, this dog collar's too tight, Albert. I won't be able to take your boner in my throat." He says, "You asked for the dog collar so deal with it.""
A couple seconds later, totally unconcerned about my too-tight dog collar, he goes, "I was wondering if you can remember from the last couple of years any time you've gone two weeks with as little side sex as you've had these past two weeks?" That question shocks me, because the answer is a resounding, 'NO!' Still a little pouty about him not loosening the dog collar, I mumble, "You over estimate how much side sex I have normally." He grins, "Answer the question, Danny," and I blush embarrassingly. Shit! Then mumble, "No, I guess I haven't had infrequent side-sex to this degree in like two years." He says, "Well good for you, I'm glad you haven't even been thinking much about it since living with me. I'm not bragging that I've satisfied your sexual needs completely because a little of the credit goes to you too." I grumble, "I don't know about that. You're doing the fucking." I stroke his cock looking up at him from my hands and knees position. He wistfully murmurs, "Hell, I wish it was me doing all the side sex you used to get. Anyway, now you don't need it or crave it, right? I hope that's a clue for you, as in you and me." What's that mean? I put his dick back in my mouth thinking about what he said.
The longer I suck his cock and balls the harder my cock gets, and the harder it is for me to think about anything else. Lifting up on my knees, my arms go around his bare buttocks to hug his groin against my face as I suck and tongue one of his nuts. His long boner is slippery with my saliva sliding on my face as I lick and suck his balls. I'm in a dreamy submissive fog with my nose in his pubic hairs smelling him, hugging his ass and licking his nuts. Then he puts his finger in the ring hanging from the dog collar where a doggie's license would go and uses the ring to pull my head back while taking his boner in his fingers and guiding it to my tongue. Holding my head steady between both hands now, he leans up and over sliding his hard boner across my tongue to my gag reflex area, then right past it into my throat. He forces his boner way down my throat so tightly I'm gagging and snorting. The dog collar prevents my neck from bulging out but that boner's going in anyway. His pubic hairs surround my mouth and nose with his balls bouncing off my neck as he moves my head up a little more and does three long eight inch pumps of his boner back and forth in my throat so tightly I can't believe he's able to do it. Precum coats my throat as I constantly gag, my face dark red. He looks me in the eyes and deliberately does three more long slow tight thrust in my throat before pulling it out gasping. I grunt, thinking I'm going to climax as a spurt of precum sprays from my hard boner. Ryan's boner is hard as steel with a long string of precum mixed with saliva stretching from it, then breaking off to drift slickly across my chin and neck as I'm gasping for air. He's taking deep breaths, very aroused now, so to avoid any more deep throating I drop down onto my hands again, turn around on all fours and push my ass up for him to mount.
"Smack! Smack!" on my ass with Ryan mumbling, "Love spanking your ass, Fido," then his fat cock head is at my asshole and, "Oooh, fuck!" from me, as it goes in past my sphincter. Ryan grunts quietly as he's gripping my hips pulling my ass up a little and driving his hard cock up my ass in one tight, painful thrust. Hurts like a mother fucker, although slightly less then last time. My back arches and I groan, vein pulsing in my neck with Ryan quietly saying, "You can take it, Danny." He's right of course. I can take the deep throating too if my bone-hard cock sticking straight out from me is any indicator. Actually I want to get to a point where I take that big boner of his right up my ass without whimpering, and I'm getting closer to doing that, but I'm not there yet so I do some whimpering, "Ow, oooh, it hurts, Albert, goddammit." That doesn't do anything to lessen the pain, but I can't stop myself from complaining some. He goes "Shhs, I know," and does his usual shoulders massaging which does feel good. It also helps that he cares.
The pain fades as always and my body relaxes as the hurt drifts away like it was never there. Ryan humps against my buttocks and then withdrawals his hard cock pulling it back and almost out except it's captured by the lips of my anus tightly around the neck under the swollen head. It feels good when he puts backwards pressure stretching my anus outward, and then a steady drive back up my ass with my back arching again. Steadily, inch by inch that long swollen boner disappears inside me. All other thoughts have left my brain leaving only thoughts of Ryan's hard penis and my ass and cock. My boner's stretched even tighter, feeling like it'll split, and so hard it doesn't move. It's gotten like this nearly every time Ryan's fucked me the last week to ten days. A boner so hard it sticks straight out has become routine when Ryan's fucking me, but this particular boner started with the deep throating. Ooh, the awesome sexual sensations that dog collar caused! Scary and very sexual. Ryan's awesome fucking makes my head go back, my eyes close, and a long low moan from me at how wonderful it feels to be this filled up back there.
Ryan starts his hard fast fucking, grunting and gasping exhaled breaths as he does it. The room fills with my moans, his grunts, and, "Slap,slap,slap, slap, slap," sounds, my body rocking forward with each hard thrust. Ryan's balls swing between my legs smacking into the back of my scrotum with each thrust. Smacking them hard enough that a spike of pain joins the growing pleasure of Ryan's hard cock plowing over my prostate and constantly stimulating my anus. The rhythm of the spikes of pain from my nuts and pleasure from each hump up my ass emphasizes the pleasure. It has me moaning constantly, not caring how I sound and abandoning any pretenses of being cool about this sex act. Every time Ryan fucks me it's memorable and special in different ways which is why I nag him for more. I don't care that he knows I can't resist his sex even though it gives him the upper hand. If he became a prick about it and wanted me to do something I didn't want to do, he might say, 'No sex unless you do it' and I'd be screwed. This is where trust comes into play, and I do trust him.
"Slap, slap, slap, slap," and "Mmmm," from me, "Feels good, Albert." Five or six minutes of unbelievable sexy sensations that build and build as my orgasm grows and grows. A minute of extra hard thrusting jolting me on my hands and knees like I'm gonna fall on my face and then it, "Ooh, aah, aah, aah, Albert, oooh, I'm gonna cum, aaaah!" His crotch is tight against my buttocks as he groans humping against me, his finger in the dog collar ring again pulling my head back with the dog collar cutting into my neck. A few struggling seconds and we cum together with our bodies lurching forward. I squeal as I feel his stream hit inside me and at the same time cum's streaking from my hard cock and we're both shuddering, then another hump against my ass with Ryan, moaning, "OOOh, fuuuuck," as I hump forward, lifting up on my knees, my hands coming off the floor as a longer stream of cum flies out of my boned-up cock leaving me shaking. More wild humps from Ryan as I stroke my cock with drools of cum running down my fingers, and then with one last shoulder shudder, I'm done. The after affects buzz deliciously around my
groin as my rectum sizzles for a few more seconds, then all is calm. I drop back onto my hands, dropping my head down so my forehead is resting on the back of my wrist. It feels so good inside my rectum I moan quietly and then my body relaxes completely and Ryan pulls his cock from my ass.
He's taking deep breaths for a bit, then gasp, "Danny, suck it!" I sit up and turn around. He's holding his semi-boned-up cock out to me so I walk the couple of steps over to him on my knees, take his sloppy cock from him and suck it into my mouth as he sighs and runs the back of his fingers through the short hair on top of my head. I suck his cock clean. In less than a minute he backs up pulling his cock from my mouth, muttering, "Sensitive. The head's too sensitive. Thank you though, that felt good." He sits on his bed holding his hand out to me. I take it and stand, then sit next to him with my left hand under my asshole so I don't drool cum on the bedding. He hugs me, still breathing erratically, murmuring, "I love you so much. The pleasure you give me I can hardy believe." I lean against him as the hand I'm sitting on fills with his cum. His arm is around me hugging me to him and I feel his love again. Love is a good thing and I absorb it as I rub the side of my head against his, my cheek feeling his sexy macho whiskers. We take deep breaths at the same time and chuckle. He mumbles, "We climaxed together, and now we're taking deep breaths together. I like that, we're synchronized."
Then a contended sigh from Ryan, "Oh well, I guess we gotta do this cook-out thing. Shower with me, Danny. My shower stall's bigger than the one on the third floor." I stand up and Ryan takes the dog collar off, saying, "This was a damn good idea you had. Deep throating you wearing a dog collar is definitely the way to go, don'cha think?" I say, "It's horrible for me," and he laughs, "Oh yeah? So if it was so bad how come your cock got granite hard? I watched it get harder and harder." I can't help but chuckle because while uncomfortable, it was also extremely hot! We take a long shower, bathing each other like Ryan wants. Squeaky clean he holds out his cock, saying, "It feels better now," so I sink to my knees happy to suck that big penis of his again. I've always liked sucking cock, even fat Carl's in the beginning when he first forced himself on me. Funny, but as I sucked Carl's cock that very first time, not even knowing what I was doing, I realized it's something I subconsciously had wanted to do since puberty. Not fat Carl's cock especially, any young guy's cock. It's no big deal now, but back then it was an astonishing thing to discover about myself.
After Carl had me totally dominated and doing whatever he wanted, he began calling sex with me 'mentoring' and I begrudgingly give him credit for doing a hell of a job. My favorite cock to suck has always been Robby's. Carl's cock wasn't especially big, then I went to Willie's long cock, maybe a half inch longer than Ryan's, but then the first time I sucked Robby's cock it struck me as the perfect size for cock sucking. That could be because Robby and my brother have pretty much the same size cock, and Chubby was technically my first sex partners although we thought we were doing something besides sex. I've sucked a lot of guys' cocks in the past four years and enjoyed just about all of them. Timmy's is the most unusual one I've ever sucked because it's like two inches long, but I liked that one too. Ray Reeves' cock comes to mind as another very unusual cock to suck with that large mushroom head on a monster of a penis.
When I've sucked, strokes, and licked Ryan's penis into another fat, hard, eight inch boner he turns me around. I'm partially standing, not sure what position he wants me in. No matter, he shoves his latest boner up my ass with the water still pouring down from two shower heads. I'm not standing exactly, or on my hands and knees exactly, more like half standing with my knees bent and my hands on the floor of the shower stall with my ass held up for him. Ryan seems unusually aroused considering we fucked a half hour ago, but he's really going at it again. It feels really good for maybe ten minutes. Every thrusts up my ass knocks my head against the shower stall wall, but that's nothing compared to the sensations exploding in my rectum and I've got another boner sticking straight out, hard as hard can get. Damn, Ryan knows how to fuck my ass perfectly and then we again climax pretty much at the same time. Small orgasms that feel big. I didn't even see mine as my eyes were closed and I was moaning at the deep sexual pleasure of it all.
We both end-up huddling together on the floor of the shower, totally spent and almost drowning in all the water pouring down on us, both of us breathing hard like we just ran a four minute mile. Leaning against one another we sit on the floor coming down off the high of our climaxes for maybe five minutes before Ryan put his lips to my ear, saying, "I'm sorry for being so rough there, Danny. I don't know what came over me. I was thinking of you in the dog collar earlier, and how submissive you've become to me, and it was a mighty turn-on. Jesus, it was hot the way you stuck your pussy up there so your man could fuck you. You looked so cute too, and you've been so loving to me, and so sweetly wonderful about everything. So, you know, I wanted to give you pleasure but ended up giving myself pleasure instead, and I'm sorry." I'm not sorry because I want him to want me, and want us to have more sex than we're having. I murmur, "I loved it, Albert. Don't worry, you know how much I love taking your big cock up my ass." He rubs my head grinning, and then when he helps me up I realize he fucked me bowlegged again. Good!
Fifteen minutes later we're walking outside clean, dressed, and sexually satisfied. My ass is still a little tender but that's a pleasant reminder of our hot shower-fuck. The late afternoon is still warm, but not humid for once. I glance over at Ryan thinking again that I could spend my summer in a lot worse circumstances than this. I'd be hard pressed to find myself in a better circumstance actually, I mean where sex is concerned. Back in Framingham Robby's working so much I'd hardly get to see him. That's probably why Danny Monday quit the job and went back home. I'd have been bummed-out too. Still, just thinking Robby's name makes my heart flutter.
Trying to get back in the moment, I glance at Ryan again thinking how he looks cool and sexy. Ryan's come a long way in two weeks. He senses I'm looking at him and glances over smiling, asking, "Everything okay?" I nod, and he puts his arm around the back of my waist pulling me against him. We can just hear sounds from the next yard about a hundred yards away. While it's just a blur of noise from here we can faintly hear the music and chatter from those already at his neighbor's cookout. Taking a drag off my cigarette, I ask, "Um, why are you still less than thrilled about your mother insisting we attend this cookout? You know some of the guys now." He shrugs, "Same old reason, the Torro twins. They're twin assholes. To me anyway. They're our age or a year older and the five or six times I've met them last summer they have this kind of superiority attitude going for them. Plus, they think they're being subtle with their tiresome mocking comments in my presents as if I'm too stupid to know they're making fun of me. So, while we can hang out with Jeff and Tim, or Bradford, there's still the twins I gotta deal with." I go, "Could it be more paranoia on your part perhaps?" He says, "Oh fuck, I don't know anymore. You'll meet them and you tell me if I'm being paranoid."
As we get closer the noise increases, now sounding like a lot of people. The thought occurs, not an uncommon one for me, so I ask, "Could the twins be gay?" He shrugs again, "Fuck if I know, but I seriously doubt it. They're both gorgeous though, I'll give them that. Identical twins seemingly with one mind. I think they're sharing a brain too." I say, "Maybe their good looks intimidates you." He's like, "What the fuck does that mean?" I go, "I don't know, Albert, don't get mad. Extremely good-looking confident guys intimidate me sometimes." He's aghast, "What? Someone as good looking as you is intimidated by a good looking confident guy? You're nuts!" I mutter, "My good looks are apparently more obvious to you than me." He mutters, "Me and everybody else." I grin, "I was fishing for compliments, heh heh." He lets go of my waist and gets me around the neck pulling my head to his, "I'll give you all the compliments you could ever wish for if that's what you want." His skimpy beard tickles my cheek, as I murmur, "Your an awesome sex partner, Albert, superiorly awesome. I wasn't exaggerating earlier, I'm becoming addicted to you. I'm telling you, sex with you is like a drug. You're becoming like a drug I'm hooked on." He grins, "There you go again, sucking up to me for sex," and we both laugh because neither of us could get it up right now for love nor money, not after the double fuck Ryan laid on my ass the past hour.
I'm relieved he lets go of me entirely as we walk around to the back of another large house and join the party. A quick scan of the big yard and I'd guess there are about a hundred people here, more adults than kids. There are kids of all ages though. Lots of people I recognize from church. I follow Ryan, side stepping some eight year olds running around giggling. He turns his head to tell me, "I'm looking for my parents in case you're wondering. I want mother to know I'm here. Pretend we've been here for awhile." I nod my head in agreement while looking at a hot southern boy who' appears to be on the edge of legal age. Very pretty with big green eyes and as our eyes meet I test to see if he'll looks away, and he does avert his eyes but he held my stare for a tad longer than he should have, although not long enough to be conclusive. I grab Ryan's arm, "Who's that?" He turns to look but the boy is hidden behind others now, so I go, "Oh, he's gone." Ryan asks, "What'd he look like?" I'm walking next to him now, "He has big green eyes, blond hair in a faux hawk haircut, he's a little shorter than me with a body like yours." He shrugs, "I don't know who it is, but he's not gay. Nobody here is gay." I say, "Like nobody in Bible study is gay." He chuckles, "You got lucky there."
No one says anything to Ryan or me as we navigate through the people. It's like I'm invisible now because I'm with the ghost of Marietta. Before we find his parent we come to a bar, so what the fuck, we each get a can of Heineken in the familiar green can and continue our search. One of the two bartenders was making a big batch of frozen drinks pouring rum in a blender with lots of crushed ice and a red liquid. I might try that later. We find Ryan's parents sitting at one of a dozen tables with umbrellas that are situated around a huge tree with a large leaf canopy. His mother's perturbed, "Albert, where ever have you been?" I tell her, 'Oh, Albert's been fucking me for most of the last hour. Sorry we're late, but my rectum and around my anus it's quite sore so we were walking slowly.' I say that in my head while Albert says out loud, "We've been here, Mother, talking with Bradford." She relaxes a little, then looks around, "Oh, I didn't think the Blakes were coming," and Ryan asks, "Where are the twins?" His mother says, "I was told those lovely boys are still at university. The rumor is they both need to take a summer course to make up for an 'F' in some subject. June is furious with them of course." I'm assuming 'June' is their mother. Ryan brightens right up, "Oh yeah, that's too bad," as his mother goes, "Come around here Albert and bring Daniel. I want Mr. and Mrs. Durran to meet him." Ryan sort of pulls me foreword, like maybe I'm a trophy he's won that he wants to show off.
He introduces me and I shake hands briefly with both Mr. and Mrs. Durran. She's a skinny woman with red hair in a bun and her husband looks like her brother. Mrs. Durran says to me, "My you're a good looking young man. I understand you and Albert are both on the town's baseball team." I nod, saying, "Yes, ma'am," and she goes, "Then you must know my son, Logan." I look at Ryan, who does a little shrug, so I say, "Um, no, ma'am, I don't believe we know him." The man says, "He's the starting center fielder. Good looking boy with lots of freckles, heh heh. He'll outgrow them." Oh, that asshole! Ryan says, "Beg pardon, sir, but I'm the starting center fielder. Your freckled son will be my back up on the bench with Danny here. You know, he'll be with the outfielder and infielder back-ups and pinch hitters off the bench. Logan's left handed, right?" Ryan's parents exchange glances, like, 'What the fuck?'. The man looks smug, shaking their heads like Ryan's confused. Logan's father says, "Yes he's left handed, but you're wrong about him being a bench player." Jesus, these people take their local sports seriously in
Marietta. Mr. Wilcox says, in his bored way of speaking, "George, the team is practicing tomorrow and Wednesday, then I think you'll see Albert in center field the first league game." Mr. Durran goes, "Heh heh, Junior, Logan was all-state his junior and senior years." Parents bitching about who's son is a better center fielder brings the word, 'petty' to mind. Mrs. W. goes, "I'm sure Logan is a fine high school talent, but Albert's on his college team." Mr. and Mrs. Durran are a bit huffy now with the Mrs. looking around, asking, "Has anyone seen Logan? He'll clear this up." Saying Ryan's on the college team is taking liberties with the facts. He's only the equipment manager, but I guess technically he is on the team.
The two sets of parents have their backs up a bit so it's awkward for a few seconds until Ryan's mother changes the subject, saying to the red haired woman, "Albert's been giving the boys these very short haircuts. Not only Daniel, but Jeffrey Bell, and Tim Dulson too. All of them asks Albert for haircuts now. He's become quite the leader and I guess the younger boys look up to him." Mrs. and Mr. Durran are sort of frowning staring at my head." Mrs. W. asks, "Can you believe they like that haircut?" Mrs. Durran finally huffs, "It looks like the skinheads from the seventies." Mr. W., with a bored expression, says, "I believe you're referring to white power and hate groups, mostly in the late eighties. The subculture originated in working class London youth in the sixties and migrated all over the world in one form or another. Shock value, you know." We're all looking at him until Mrs. Durran asks, "How do you know so much about everything, Junior?" he dead pans,
"I read a lot," and just then Freckles/Logan shows up with the green eyed boy I saw earlier. Green eyes and me look at each other while Logan looks startled seeing Ryan and me. He finally mumbles, "Um, what's going on?" They
discuss the centerfield situation as I say to green eyes, holding out my hand, "Hi, I'm Danny Newman. That's a cool hairdo ya got there." He shakes hands, saying, "Jefferson Morgan, but call me 'Bud', everyone else does. Sorry to say I can't return the compliment however," and he grins as I self-consciously run my hand over my head, saying, "We were just talking about this haircut before you got here." He's still grinning, asking, "What was the consensus?" I go, "Not good," and we both chuckle.
I hear Ryan's saying, "Like my father said, we'll see who's in centerfield next Saturday." Mr. Durran says, "Yes, there's no sense arguing about it, the coach will decide." That settles things down about that vital topic and we get back on the other vital topic. Logan's mother asks him, "Son, what do you think of Daniel's haircut? Albert cuts it for him." Logan smirks and rubs my head, saying, "I'd say it looks very much like Albert cut it, ha ha." Ryan goes, "Well, just so ya know, Jeff Bell asked for the same haircut and so did Timmy Dulson, so they like it." Logan has a semi-preppy, shortish haircut. He says, "I'd be laughed out of Duke if I showed up with that haircut." His mother says, "Logan got accepted to both universities, North Carolina and Duke," and her husband says, "And the other universities he applied to as well." Then Mrs. Durran asks, "Where is it you're going to college, Albert?" Ryan's mother answers for him, "Merrimack in Massachusetts, as a legacy student. Junior and his father also graduated from there. Albert is actually Albert Ryan Wilcox the third. Tradition matters in our family." More eye rolling exchanged between the adult Durrans as Logan snickers, smugly smirking. Nice family.
And then they get into a huffy discussion about colleges and universities in general with Ryan chirping in exaggerating greatly Merrimack's campus. While they're doing that I ask green-eyed Bud, "You going to college?" He says, "Yeah, I'm a sophomore at Virginia Tech," then he takes hold of my arm and we drift away a few feet. I look at him with a puzzled expression as he goes, "Um, this is awkward, but um, do you know about Wilcox last summer?" I shake my head, "I not sure what you mean. You do know I'm living with him, right?" Bud looks shocked, "Oh, no I didn't. Forget what I said, okay?" I'm like, "It's no problem. He told me about the rumors involving him and some sick sadistic homo, if that's what you mean." Bud goes, "Yeah, that's what I meant." I say, "Well yeah, Albert and I are gay, as you know, but from what I've heard those rumors are greatly exaggerated. I don't know the sordid details, but I've known Albert for two years and he would never be involved in anything as disgusting as the gist of those general rumor he mentioned to me. All he's told me was some older gay pervert from another town was stalking him and when he rebuffed him, the guy spread vicious lies. It was so humiliating to Albert he barely spoke to anyone all last summer. So, his first summer here was very unpleasant." Bud goes, "Jesus, that explains a lot, but it fucks-up all the guy's lurid imagination of what happened," and he chuckles. I smile, "Yeah, it might say more about you guys than Albert. We've been intimate for two years and I know he's incapable of doing bizarre sex of any kind. We're kinda vanilla gay guys." Bud makes a funny face, cute but funny, saying, "Vanilla huh? And I didn't know you were gay until just now." I go, "Huh," and he adds, "Maybe some of us guys were living out our fantasizes making up shit about Wilcox, huh?" I say, "Yeah? Is that what you did?" He goes, "I'm not gay!" and I say, "Sure, if you say so," and he laughs. I go, "You're talking with me, a gay guy, so maybe I'll start some rumors about you." He goes, "Jesus! Don't do that!" and I'm like, "See how easy it would be to start rumors though." He nods his head, then glances at Ryan, muttering, "I feel like an ass for not reaching out to him last summer. Rumors suck!"
Before I can further the 'rumor defense' of Ryan, Logan calls over, "Come on, Bud, lets get another beer," and Bud says, "It doesn't take two of us to get a beer. Bring me back one." Logan stalks off as Bud mumbles, "He takes himself too seriously sometimes, but he's a good guy basically." Ryan's sitting at the table listening to something his father's saying and I hear the name 'Josh', so I'm guessing he's talking about the compliment Josh Day had for Ryan. Naturally Ryan's all ears listening to his father brag about him, as is his mother. Logan's parents, on the other hand, look bored. Bud and I are still standing together four or five feet from the table, he taps my shoulder, asking, "So, what's it like being gay?" I shrug, "It's cool. What's it like being straight?" He goes, "Not so cool so far for me," and I go, "Dude, you're a cute guy. You must do alright with the girls." He laughs, then says, "You're the first boy in my life who's called me cute," and again he laughs a little, then goes, "Actually I'm shy around girls. Sad to say, but true." I go, "Are you shy around the boys?" He laughs nervously again, "Um, no, I'm not," so I go, "There you have it... your answer. You're on the wrong fucking team." Chuckling he says, "Hey, maybe I am."
I'm trying to figure Jefferson/Bud out as he offers me a cigarette. We both light up and take a drag. Exhaling smoke, he does his nervous laugh, "By the way, even with that scalped haircut, I gotta admit you're cute too," and I say, "Yeah, everybody tells me that," and another chuckle from Bud. He goes, "That's the first time I've ever told another boy he was cute." I say, "Well, thanks, I think. Let me asks you something... how the fuck old does a guy need to be around these parts before people stop calling him a 'boy'?" Bud does his laugh, muttering, "Eighty-nine, I think." We grin blowing smoke in each other's faces, then he asks, "Okay, what would be the first thing you'd do with me if I turned gay over night?" I grin, "Hmmm, good question. With you, the first thing I'd want to do is kiss you, but you wouldn't go for that, so I guess I'd blow you." He chuckles, "God, you say that so easily. You'd put my dick in your mouth just like that, huh?" I nod, "Yep, I like sucking a cute guy's dick," and again with the nervous laughing, this time with an accompanying blush.
He's shaking his head grinning as I take a big swallow of beer. I'm enjoying talking 'gay' with Bud. He goes, "May I," pointing at my Heineken can. I pass it to him and he takes a few gulps handing it back, saying, "Okay, you got me drunk, now suck my cock," and another nervous laugh with me grinning again. I go, "I'd suck you off, but for sure you couldn't tell a living soul." He's like, "Fuck! You think I'd tell anybody about that? Get fucking serious!" Hmmm. An awkward silence for a few seconds as Bud's probably realizing he's closer than he might want to be to getting his pecker sucked by a gay guy. I'm slurping on my beer kinda smirking at him. Then I feel bad for his discomfort and say, "This is purely a hypothetical discussion of course." He nods his head, saying quietly, "Actually I might let you do it, Danny. Seriously. The sex I've had in my twenty years, counting all the girls I've fucked around with and all the guys I messed around with when I was just a babe, it all adds up to zero! Where sex of any kind is concerned I've never done squat!" I say, "All kidding aside, have you ever contemplated a gay sex act with anyone? Ya know, just thought another guy was hot." Again he blushes a little, saying, "Jesus Christ, I don't even know you, and I've told you more about my sex life, my nonexistent sex life, than anybody else... ever." Grinning, I blow smoke in his face again, mumbling, "I've got the kind of face people confide in. Everybody tells me that," and he's back to his nervous laughing.
Logan interrupts us handing Bud a can of Heineken, saying, "They didn't have Bud, Bud," and he chuckles at that while Bud and I look at him blankly. He goes, "Um, what were you guys talking about?" and I say, "This year's town's baseball team." and Bud looks relieved as Logan holds his hand out to me, saying, "Listen, I was an ass at practice, Danny. Can you accept my apology? Sometimes I'm too fucking competitive for my own good." I shake hands, smiling at him, "No need to apologize, Logan, you are a much better baseball player than me, just like you said. I do think Albert's going to be starting in centerfield though." He shrugs, "Yeah, so do I. How come, all of a sudden, that guy comes out of his shell?" and Bud tells Logan the bull shit story I told him about the unfounded rumors hurting Albert's feelings, and how because of that he became a hermit last summer. The three of us discuss it a little and before we're done we're all feeling bad about the unfair crap poor Albert had to put up with last summer. Bud says, "And then worse than rumors is the social media. What a bitch that is for cyber bullying."
When Ryan hesitantly joins us, both Freckles, aka Logan, and green eyes, aka Bud, pat his shoulder saying how unfair everyone was to him last summer. Ryan glances at me, then says, "Well, with Daniel's support I finally put on my big boy pants and decided to face the music, as unfair as it was." We quickly get off that awkward topic and talk about the baseball team, and then the four of us go off for another beer feeling okay about each other. We feel comfortable enough with one another that we do a little ball-busting, like me calling Logan 'Freckles' and Bud telling Ryan and me that since meeting us two derelicts he's rethinking his liberal views on fags. We're all laughing at appropriate times and it's all good. These two will tell someone about what bullshit those rumors of Ryan were, and that person tells somebody else, and so on. It's obvious I'm doing one hell of a job rehabilitating Ryan's image here in Marietta, Georgia. We're walking around the huge back yard as more people join the crowd and after three beers each we spot another bar set-up on the opposite side of the yard. By now the catering people have fired-up the barbecue pits and begun to cook. The smells drift around enticingly. At this second bar we run into my first fuck-buddy in Marietta, Bradford Blake, who's with my second Marietta fuck buddy, Tim Dulson. It's like a high school reunion with one arm hugs and handshakes all around as if we've known each other for years. The beers help that concept of course. The four Marietta boys know each other a little from going to the same smallish high school and graduating within a year or two of each other. Bud and Bradford make fun of Timmy's haircut and Tim's defense is, "Danny has the same fucking haircut, make fun of him, not me." That discussion lasts about thirty seconds and that takes care of the haircut talk.
Six of us now, and whenever I look at Ryan he's beaming, finally accepted by the guys and that makes me feel good. What guy doesn't love hanging out with peers and feeling he belongs Tim gets me aside, saying, "Last Saturday night, Danny. Remember?" I give his little shoulders a hug, saying, "How the fuck could I forget that, stud man?" He chuckles, "Yeah, I'm some stud alright, ha ha, but ya wanna do it again?" I go, "Yeah, sure, but where?" He says, "Well, we only need two or three minutes," and I do a couple fake coughs to keep from laughing. He's quite the romantic. Then I ask, "You don't mean now, do you?" as I'm glancing over at the other four guys who are talking to a couple of girls. Tim says, "Look," and I look where he's pointing, as he goes, "My car's parked a block from that stone wall. How about it?" Surprising myself, I go, "Lead the way," and he does, saying, "I wanted to get to you before Brad did. He's been talking about you." I go, "Oh, yeah? What's he saying?" Tim gooses my ass, "Brad says you have the sweetest ass he's ever fucked, which naturally made me feel like shit since he's been fucking my ass regularly for some time now." I go, "He's probably meant except for your ass," and Tim goes, "No, he's right, you do have a sweet ass." He has the most innocent face. Grinning to myself, I ask, "Have you ever been in a church choir, Timmy?" He goes, "What the fuck kind of question is that? Why would you ask that?" I'm still grinning as we walk, "Just because. Were you?" He says, "Yeah, during middle school, why?" I go, "You look like a choirboy, that's all. A young cute choir boy?" He's frowning at me, "You northern gays are weird," and I chuckle, adding, "You're cute, Tim, alright?" he mutters, "I knew that already, smart-ass. Right there, there's my car."
We climb over the wall and walk out onto a street. Cars are parked at the curb, houses on both sides of the street. He says, "All these cars belong to people at the barbecue." I say, "Well, we can't fuck here, numb nuts!" He says, "Not here, dummy. There, in my mom's SUV." He points to a van three cars down. I look around, seeing no one on the street. He hits his remote key and the car beeps with the taillights blinking. We walk down, Tim opens the back and steps in. I look around one last time and follow him inside pulling the door closed behind me. After he turns on the dim overhead light, he's all business, "Drop those shorts and let me see that cute pink hairless pussy of yours," as he drops his and I gaze again at his limp two inch noodle. He wiggles it with two fingers while squeezing his normal-size balls with his other hand. "Suck a boner on me, Danny. We gotta make this quick!" I'll suck his little cock the way he sucked Brad's cock. Not on my knees, but bending at the waist. His pubic hairs cover half his cock so I push then back with my fingers and lip his little cock into my mouth. Whoa, he has a
bit of a raunchy smell around his groin and his cock is slippery with perspiration, or something. He's cut naturally, and if anyone shouldn't be circumcised it's this boy.
My tongue moves all around the head as my lips suck on the small shaft, then I finger his balls into my mouth too and hum on them making Tim giggle and rub my head. I feel the head of his cock swelling almost immediately and when he's very erect the head is almost half his whole boner. Naturally it's sticks straight out from his pubic hairs. He mumbles, "That felt good, now turn around?" He said that last command like a question. It's disconcerting the way his voice inflection turns an imperative sentence into a interrogative one, but by now I know to go with the words, not his voice inflection. I turn around leaning over, and his cock goes right to my asshole, then the head's caught at the sphincter muscle just enough to slow it's entrance for a split second, but Tim grunts and humps it in all the way so his crotch is flat against my buttock. That little thing feel good in my ass. The swollen smooth head is right on my prostate gland. I go, "Mmm, ooh, Timmy boy, that feels good." He's like, "I'm on my fuckin' toes. Can your scrunch down a little?" I bend my knees and he's like, "That's good, thanks." He wraps his arm around my waist and his hips start moving very fast. Oh my god, I forgot how good this feels as my cock bones-up almost as fast as Tim's did. That hard smooth cock head is always on some portion of my prostate gland sliding on it back and forth very fast.
His hips are moving at a very quick pace and the stimulation on my prostate is off the fucking charts. Trying for cool, like this is routine for me, I sarcastically ask, "Is this the fastest speed you got?" Tim doesn't bother answering. I suspect he's got one speed, a run-away freight train speed. Or in his case, a run away Lionel train. My attempt at being blasé last less than thirty seconds because the building sensations coming off my prostate are incredible. Plus, because he's shorter than me, the shaft of his boner is rubbing primarily on the bottom of my anus creating a lot of friction due to the speed of his thrusting. I'm holding my breath trying not to make an ass of myself moaning. Holy shit this feels good! It's absurd but awesome too. Timmy's grunting and moaning squeezing his arm around me, the side of his head against my back. He has admirable rhythm as his hips keep flying and I simply can't hold my breath any longer so I gasp out a long moan, "Aaaah, Timmy, feels good," and I slowly lower my hands and get on all fours." He doesn't let go of my waist and he doesn't move his head as he lets out one long moan of pleasure himself, and we do our moans together now. I'm less then two minutes I'm ready to blow my load and I struggled to last this long. Groaning and moaning my brain is overwhelmed by the sexual sensations from my prostate and anus. "Ooooh, mmmm, ooh," and my orgasm has a hold on me now and it's not gonna let go. I'm gonna have an orgasm in record time. I'm humping back into his fast thrust grunting red in the face, perspiration on my forehead as I go, "Ooooh!" then squeal humping my hips fast like a dog as four or five fast short shots of cum fly out of my cock almost in a spray. I'm tightening my sphincter muscles, inside and out, increasing the awesome sensations in my rectum. Another shot of cum and he's fully on my back now wildly humping. I'm dizzy but I know when he has his orgasm because it feels like someone poured an enema of creamy, warm milkshake up my ass. Jesus, what a load of cum that was.
Tim's just laying limply on my back now, moaning but not moving. My climax is sizzling to a halt and then it's just heavy breathing from me. Fuck, that was more intense than last Saturday night. My shoulders do a late shudder and it's all just a memory now. Wow, that was unexpected. I go, "Um, Timothy, is it possible for you to get the fuck off my back?" He slides off giving my head a rough push. "How'd ya like that fuck, hot shot?" I go, "Hot shot? What the fuck?" He says, "You're submissive! I'm not! I dominated your ass just now! Fucked a big load outta your nuts." I go, "Yeah, and in record time. What was that, two minutes?" He stands as I'm getting up, although I can't fully stand because my head would hit the ceiling. I go, "You're an interesting little fuck-buddy, Timmy, but don't get ahead of yourself. You can't pull off 'dominant' with me, so give up that pipe dream." He's wiping his dick with what looks like a tea towel. I go, "Let me have that," and he hands it to me and buttons-up his shorts as I'm wiping my ass. "How much cum did you shoot up my ass?" He laughs, "A lot, and I'll tell you a secret, you're the only guy I've ever fucked so I get overly excited about it." Taking out my handkerchief I fold it in my jockey shorts to soak up his pint of cum that'll probably be drooling out of my ass all night.
Done fastening my shorts, Tim opens the door as I say, "I'm the only person you've fucked, huh. That's some fucking secret, you told me that same thing Saturday night." We hop out of the SUV and damn, I feel good. He says, "Oh, I told ya already, huh? I was drunk then I guess." I put my arm across his thin shoulders, saying, "You got yourself a hot little sex toy there between your legs, stud." He says, "It's not so little." I go, "Merely a figure of speech. I'm serious, that was some good buddy-sex right there." After hopping over the wall we walk back into the extended yard of whoever is throwing this party, he says, "Do you think Albert will let me fuck him." I say, "Probably not, how about Jeff?" Tim shakes his head, "He said he's Albert's boy exclusively." Well that's disappointing! I was hoping to either top or bottom for Jeff myself. I go, "Oh, well you have me. I've only been here two weeks so you, Jeff and Brad are the only gays guys I know here in town." He says, "Me too, and until you showed up the only gay boy I knew was Bradford and now that prick's interested in that middle aged man." I say, "He's not middle age, but he's in his thirties I'd guess." As we approach the second bar, I go, "I'm gonna grab a couple of beers," and he says, "Get me a hard lemonade, okay?" I do that and as we're drinking and walking, I ask, "Um, how long do you think we were gone?" Tim says, "About six minutes," and he laughs, "I fuck fast. Fastest cock in the south." The smallest too. I go, "Hey, there's the guys." Walking up behind Ryan I touch the back of his neck with the cold beer can. He jumps turning around, "Hey, thanks, Danny, you got me a beer." I go, "Sure thing, boss," and he continues the discussion he was having with Logan about playing centerfield.
Someone bumps my elbow when I go to drink from my can of beer and some spills on my shirt. I look over and green eyes is grinning, saying, "Opps!" Damn he's cute! I give him a 'look' and he asks, "So, when you gonna blow me?"
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com
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