DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION
Chapter 21
by Donny Mumford
Ryan and I are hanging out with some hometown Marietta boys at the neighborhood barbecue/cook-out. This is my second Friday night in Georgia and quite a bit has changed in two weeks. Earlier tonight we met green eyed, Jeffrey 'Bud' Morgan, and Logan Duran, previously known as Freckles. We're also with Bible study boys, Timmy Dulson and Bradford Blake, and if the other Jeff, Jeffrey 'Chubby' Bell, shows up that'd be pretty much all the guys we know here. They seem like good guys, or 'boys' as people in the south apparently call all males under the age of a hundred. What Bud and Logan don't know is that they've hooked-up with four gay 'boys', not two like they thought. And they also don't know that Tim Dulson and I snuck off a little while ago for a quickie fuck in his SUV, and I do mean quickie. It was a worthwhile two minutes for me though. Right now I'm talking with Bud Morgan, who's supposedly straight, but seems strangely interested in boy on boy oral sex. Huh, what a coincidence, I'm interested in that too.
Everyone's had three or four beers and we're about ready to get something to eat. Bud and I are a couple of feet away from the other four when he asks, "So, when you gonna blow me, Danny?" I doubt he's serious, so I reply, "Ya gonna let me kiss you first?" He does his nervous laugh looking down at his feet, mumbling, "Maybe I will at that. You do have sexy lips." I go, "You sure you're not gay?" and he goes, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm not." I'm like, "Well, it's not nice for straight boys to tease gay boys, ya know." He shrugs, "Yeah, well, ya wanna get some barbecue?" Before I can answer Ryan's got his arm around my neck, saying, "What are you two whispering about? Come on, guys, we're getting some food. We're going back to that barbecue pit near the front bar where we came in." I ask, "Why there?" and he goes, "I hear they're putting out the best barbecue according to, and he points to a group of guys and girls, "That tall drink of water over there wearing bib overalls without a shirt." Bud laughs, "That's Sandy Dungan. Don't go by anything he says about food. He likes dog biscuits. Seriously, he eats them."
As we start walking, Ryan ask, "Dog biscuits? What's wrong with him." Bud goes, "Well, he wears bib overalls without a shirt to start with." Ryan and me chuckle, then Ryan asks Bud, "Hey, do y'all know Jeff Bell? Chubby Bell." Bud nods, "Sure, why?" Ryan's like, "Just wondered. I met him and thought he'd be here. You haven't seen him by any chance, have you?" Jesus, could he be any more obvious? I glance at Ryan who shrugs making a face at me like...'I'm just asking'. Hmmm, maybe something special could be brewing between
Jeff and Ryan after all. I know that Jeff formed an instant crush on Ryan.
Ryan's flattered of course, so here's hoping. Hell, Jeff even asked Ryan for his specialty haircut, obviously to suck-up to him, and if that doesn't indicate love at first sight I don't know what would. Bud asks, "How do you know, Bell?" Ryan goes, "We're both starting outfielder's for the town team, he's the right fielder, and I'm the center fielder, so ya know." I'm thinking, 'No, I don't know.' Bud's curious, "Is Jeff on your 'other' team too? The one only you and Danny are on." I'm like, "Why do you ask?" He says, "Because, um, there's been speculations about him, that's all." Ryan asks, "Any speculations about anybody else?" Bud shrugs, "Not that I know of, but I guess you could say that Timmy's a bit fay, don't ya think?" I'm like, "Fay? What's that?" and he says, "Fairy, fag, he acts a little gay or girlie sometimes." Ryan's disturbed, "I didn't notice that," and Bud mumbles, "I'm probably wrong. As far as I know you're the only two gay boys in Marietta." I go, "Yeah, and you seem very blasé about Albert and me being gay." He shrugs, "This is the twenty-first century, dude. Sure, there's some good ol' boys who are working with their granddaddy's prejudices. Probably more down here in Georgia than up in the super-liberal northeast, but the trend is definitely tilting your way in America." Ryan asks, "How so?" and Bud shrugs, "For one thing there are now thirty-five states that recognize same sex marriage." I go, "Thirty-five? How do you know that?" He grins, "CNN." I didn't know that. I ask, "Is Georgia one of the thirty-five states." He goes, "Nope," and smirks at me. Very cute guy. I didn't see any cute guys my first week here, or very few, but I'm ferreting them out. They can't hide from me for long.
Ryan and I exchange 'looks' as we get in line for dinner, or supper, or whatever it's called here. Maybe Ryan's making secret plans for us to live in another state, one where same sex couples can get married legally. Fuck! I really should stop kidding around about stuff like that. Robby and I already live in a liberal state, so fuck Georgia. I forget about that topic because when we get to the buffet it looks promising. There's barbecue chicken and baby back ribs, mac and cheese, corn on the cob in a pan of melted butter, potato salad, barbecue beans, corn bread, different kinds of salads, all kinds of food. We load our paper plates and join the other guys who are eating standing, using a stone wall as a table. Working my way through my plate of food I'd have to say some of it's pretty good, but over-all there's nothing to go 'WOW' about. Robby's father puts out a better barbecue if you ask me, but then so do Chubby and me. It's mostly what you're used to I guess. For instance, I like a sweeter barbecue sauce than this, not that I'm not gonna eat everything on my plate. As we're eating there's talk among the Marietta boys of their high school experiences, which isn't surprising since they all went to the same high school graduating within a year or two of each other. They tell stories and laugh at things that aren't actually that funny as far as Ryan and me are concerned. Stories of innocent pranks and prat falls.Then we join in on the college discussion with Logan bragging on Duke University. I don't blame him. It sounds like a cool school and everybody knows what an elite basketball program they have. Bud slips in some comment about Virginia Tech and Ryan tells about some of the frat parties and mixers we've been to at Merrimack, and then us college guys try telling the most outlandish drunk stories we can come up with, exaggerating and fabricating our asses off. The recent high school graduates ask questions about college, and like I thought earlier, these guys are good ol' boys' who are maybe a tad naive. Nice guys though and it's kinda cool hearing their soft southern drawl. Logan asks, "Where 'bouts is Merrimack college?" and Ryan tells him, greatly exaggerating the size of our campus.
Everyone except Ryan and me goes back for seconds in the food line. I'm like, "Well, Albert, what do you think of this neighborhood party now?" He's like, "Not bad at all, and nothing remotely like last summer's disaster when I sat with my parents through it all. Um, how do you do it?" "How do I do what?" Ryan shrugs, "Make friends so easily. You seem to know just what to say and right away you're one of the good ol' boys, y'all." I chuckle, "Well, y'all can do it too. Just be yourself." He shakes his head, "I freeze-up or something. Man, you squashed the shit out of that thing about me and Zeke last summer too. A couple of sentences and everybody's like, 'Oh, my mistake, sorry 'bout that'. Ha, it's amazing!" I grin at him, but now that he's mentions it I'm not at all sure how I did it either. Just a smile and a little BS and the guys are like, 'Oh, we wondered about Albert,' and that was it. I guess it's not all that surprising though. I mean, none of them know this Zeke person and the rumors of master/slave antics they've heard about were second or third hand... information started by an unknown source. Plus, to the average person a master/slave relationship sounds pretty outlandish and therefore hard to believe in the first place. Then they meet me and Ryan, knowing we're gay, but apparently deciding we're normal gay guys. Heh heh, whatever they think a normal gay is like, and they're willing to believe any explanation. Bottom line: my BS explanation is easier to believe than the rumors about Ryan/Albert.
I say to Ryan, " Whatever, everyone's past those rumors of last summer and now they'll pass on what I've told them. You and I become just part of the landscape. And, anyway, who knows what secrets each of them have." He goes, "Yeah, especially Timmy and Brad." I mumble, "And Jeff Bell, with whom you seem intrigued." Ryan's like, "You're jealous," and I go, "Not really, but
maybe just a little." He smirks, "Good, be jealous all you want." I ask, "What about Tim? You've had this big crush on him since last summer." He shrugs, "Well, I've decided you and Bud are right... he is a bit girlie. I'll let you have him, and I'll take Jeff Bell so we both have side-sex buddies. Jeff thinks I'm the 'man'." Oh, so this is what it's come to: I get Ryan's rejects. He goes, "I like the way Jeff's always sucking up to me, and he has a pretty sweet ass too. Not as sweet as your's though," and he rubs my head grinning at me. Ryan's looking awfully sexy tonight. I stare at him, then say, "Do you think, ya know, we could walk over to the house and...?" Ryan's eyes light up, but he's looking over my shoulder, not at me. Then he's smiling and doing the finger wiggle for someone to come to him. I look over my shoulder seeing a big smile on Jeff Bell's face as he jogs towards us. Towards Ryan actually... he isn't even looking at me. What's wrong with that hick anyway? He ignores me like I'm not even here.
Jeff stands right next to Ryan, "Hi, Albert, I've been looking all over for you." Ryan rubs Jeff's scalped head, saying, "Hi Chubby, ya didn't look hard enough, did ya?" Jeff goes, "Guess not," then asks, "Can I get you anything, Albert?" and Ryan says, "Yeah, get me a beer, and one for Daniel too."
Jeff mumbles, "Oh, hi, Danny," then to Ryan, "Where's everybody at?" Ryan goes, "They're getting another plate of food," and Jeff says, "Yeah, I'm starving." Ryan's like, "You need to get the beers first, then get in line for your supper." Jeff nods his head, hesitates like he wants to say something, but glances at me and goes, "Two beers, coming up," and he's off, jogging again. I look at Ryan and he goes, "What?" I ask, "How many times have you fucked him already?" Ryan smiles, "None of your business," and I'm like, "It's my business if you get sexually satisfied fucking him and you neglect me." He shakes his head, "How many times has Timmy fucked you?" I go, "Why do you assume he has?" Ryan chuckles, "Oh, only because you had a guilty conscience and told me he did." Frowning, I mumble, "He has a two inch dick." Ryan laughs, "Yeah, riiiight, a two inch cock. Will you stop that!" I'm like, "For chrissakes, you saw it!" Brad, Tim, and Bud return with full plates, arguing about something.
They put their paper plates on the wall with Brad saying, "Logan was told by his sweetie that he has to go now." Ryan says, "It's like nine o'clock," and Tim shrugs, "Yeah, he's pussy-whipped bad by his girlfriend. She might as well put a dog collar on him." I glance at Ryan, who's smirking at me as he touches his neck, then subtly points at me. Thinking about wearing Ryan's dog collar again makes my dick move in my pants. It's a very submissive thing wearing your dom's dog collar. Ya kinda know your place with a dog collar on. Jesus! That thought gives me a boner. I bite my bottom lip staring at Ryan, thinking, 'I'll bet Jeff wouldn't wear one.' Then Jeff shows up with the beers and after putting them down he does the one arm hug greeting with a couple of the guys, muttering, "Dude, wassup?" Huh, a couple of these guys are already suspicious that Jeff's gay and now they'll see him hanging close to Ryan. Bud exchanges 'looks' with me and I shrug like, 'I know nothing'.
Jeff Bell gets in line for food and I discover these good ol' boys have no shortage of conversation so there are no awkward silences as they eat. Hell, they talk with their mouths full. As Jeff wiggles in next to Ryan with his plate of food, Brad's got a joke. He goes, "There's these two Irish lads, Shamus and Murphy who both want a couple of pints, but they're short on money. Murphy's got an idea. He buys a large sausage at the butcher shop with his last Euro and takes it into the pub with Shamus where he orders two pints of Guinness and two glasses of Jameson whiskey. Shamus is like... well now you've lost it! We can't pay for this!... Murphy says he's got a plan. They down their drinks, then Murphy says... I'll stick this sausage through my fly and you pretend you're sucking my pecker. Shamus gets on his knees and sucks the sausage and the bartender goes berserk throwing both of them out on their asses without them paying for anything. They continue with this routine pub after pub until Shamus says... I can't go on. I'm drunk and me knees are sore from kneeling on the floor, and the sausage is leaking... Murphy says.. Yea, I'm drunk too, but lets do a few more pubs. Oh, by the way, I lost the sausage at the second pub." Some snickers from the guys as Jeff grabs his crotch staring at Ryan. The punch line was obvious from the word 'sausage'.
Finished their second plates of food, Brad and Bud dump their paper plates in the trash barrel and drift away to get beers, and I suppose to see who else is here. Ryan says, "I'll stick here until Jeff finishes eating. We'll catch up with you guys in a couple of minutes." Apparently Tim and I are dismissed, so I go, "We'll be near the second bar, okay?" Tim sticks close to me as we wander around sipping the last of our cans of beer. I light a cigarette as Tim's pointing out other guys he knows, telling me something about each one. None of them interest me so I'm not paying much attention. The guys he's pointing to are all average to below average looking and none of them register on my brain's cute-o-meter. I'm thinking about Bud and how he's going to be just like Dog... a big cock tease who's cock I'll never get to
suck. Looking back to where we ate I don't see Ryan or Jeff. "Hey, Tim, did you see where Albert and Jeff went?" Tim shrugs, "No, I wasn't paying attention to them. Look at that boy. Wouldn't you love to get in bed with him?" I'm frowning, "Who's that?" then I'm like, "They were suppose to catch up with us." Tim's waving his hand at my exhaled smoke, saying, "Albert's with Jeff so they're probably doing 'it' somewhere. You wanna do it again, Danny?" I mumble, "Maybe later, lets see if we can find them."
We wander around while talkative Timmy's telling me much more than I need to know about him and Bradford. Then, well okay, I see Ryan and Jeff Bell sitting with their parents at the same table Logan's parents were at earlier. I mumble to Tim, "Guess they're not 'doing it' after all." He shrugs, "If not now, they will later." Dumb little fucker! I mutter, "You don't know shit." As soon as we walk up to the table, Ryan's mother says to Jeff's parents, "Here are the other two of Albert's boys," and we get introduced. Ryan's father looks like he's just about to fall asleep except he has his hand around a cup of brown liquid, and so does Mr. Bell. There's apparently liquor on the premises now, but I am not getting involved with that. Ryan's beaming again as he gets Tim, Jeff, and me standing in a line, with him getting between Jeff and me. We all have our arms cross the shoulders of the guys next to us. Life long friends... ha! The purpose of this is so both mothers can take pictures of us with their cell phones. Pictures showing the barber, Ryan, and his three stooges with hung-ho marine haircuts, ones that he gave us. The mothers are chuckling and shaking their heads like they can't believe three of us have these haircut. Ryan looks at the pictures on his mother's cell phone grinning and pointing out, "First it was just Danny, then Jeff was next and lastly Tim. My boys!" He sits down, saying, "And the three of them are getting fresh haircuts tomorrow morning too." Mrs. Bell says, "Last summer Jeff had a shaved head for awhile so this is an improvement over that. How'd you learn to cut hair, Albert?" As Ryan explains how he learned on-line, Mr. W. offers Mr. Bell a cigar and they light up with their wives frowning and bitching about the cigar smoke.
The mothers ask us guys personal questions like mothers do, and we provide evasive answers until eventually the four of us manage to escape saying we need another beer. The mothers have obvious comments about that, "Don't over do it with the beer! You boys have had enough already." As we drift away Mr. W. glances at his wife, then drains the cup of brown liquid. I'm thinking that look of Mr. Wilcox meant something like, "We're leaving!" Anyway, Ryan tells Tim and me, "Jeff and I need to get something at the house. We'll see you guys later," and just like that they're gone. Tim elbows my side, muttering, "Told ya." I look at them walking away thinking that Jeff's walking too close to Ryan. Fuck it, I am a little jealous I guess. And Ryan's a prick to walk away like that. Tim sarcastically says, "Whatever could they need at the house?" I give him a dirty look, and he goes, "Come on, Danny, I'm gonna do you again. Get your mind off Albert," and he smacks my ass. What the fuck? I walk along side Tim without thinking much about it, mostly re-thinking how cool and ballsy Ryan was to just basically tell me he's gonna fuck Jeff now. What I'm wondering about is why Ryan didn't set up a three-way with him, me, and Jeff. Or a four-way with all of us. He's in-charge and could have organized that easily. That'd be the fair thing to do. Now I'm pissed-off picturing Ryan's big cock going up Jeff's ass instead of mine. Then I realize Tim and I are walking out of the yard through the trees again and onto the street. I look at him as he clicks the automatic key and his SUV beeps. He opens the back door, saying, "Get your ass in there." I ask, "Is this how Brad acts when he's gonna fuck you?" Tim smiles, and he is a cute guy, "Yep, I'm Bradford tonight, and you're me." Getting in I think of his two nip rings and that tattoo between his nipple. I gotta believe that choir boy face of his is hiding some secrets.
It's the same thing as two hours ago, except before I suck his dick again, Tim is considerate enough to wipe his little pecker really well with a Handi-wipe he got from the front seat. As he's giving his cock and balls a good cleaning, he mumbles, "This bad boy's been up your ass already today so I'm cleaning him before you suck a boner on me." I'm standing here with my pants down watching him, asking, "Does Bradford know we're screwing?" Tim looks up, "Sure, why not. He wanted to hear all the details too. Said it got him horny so I asked if I could do him. He just laughed at that, and then spanked the shit out of me. I almost shot off in my britches." I frown, "He spanks you with your pants on?" One last swipe of the Handi-wipe and he drops it, saying, "That time he did because he wanted to watch me cum in my pants. I've done that before." "From getting spanked?" He goes, "Yep. It's my fetish, dude, and it's not as goofy a fetish as yours. Who cums in their pants from getting a haircut. That's sick!" I'm like, "And climaxing from getting spanked isn't sick I suppose." He says, "No, it's not and you know it's not. It's a sub/dom thing and you're submissive as all get out so I'll bet you'd liked me to give your ass a hard spanking too." I go, "That's ridiculous and anyway I should be fucking you." He twirls his finger at the side of his forehead, mumbling, "Who's being ridiculous now. Bend over and suck my cock."
It really shouldn't be called a cock, but I want to suck it anyway and I want to feel that freaky sensation on my prostate again too. So, thinking about Ryan's big cock going in and out of Jeff's ass, I do what I'm told. Bending over I put both his dick and balls in my mouth and move my tongue over them while sucking on the root of his dick with my lips, my nose is against his damp groin, which is feeling scratchy as his pubic hairs have started to grow out. It makes me think of Billy from New York City's who had his pubic hairs electrolyzed and gone forever. As I'm slurping on Tim's little dick the same way he slurped on Brad's cock in the garden shed, Tim's rubbing his fingers in my short hair, saying, "That feels good, Danny. You're an awesome cock sucker. Heh heh, not that I've had much experience getting my cock sucked considering you're the only person on earth who's done it." He talks so much his words become background noise to which I pay little attention. His cock gets hard really fast, just like it did earlier. I keep sucking and licking on it even after it's another hard little boner. He's squirming and moving his feet a little grunting and noisily exhaling. When I taste a good drool of precum I back off his cock and straighten up looking at his two inch boner shiny with spit, hard as a spike sticking defiantly straight out. He gasps, "Fuck! You almost made me cum! Oh man, okay... turn around now?" As I do that he's going, 'Wheeew, that felt good!" His boner goes right up my ass. I'm leaning over holding onto the back of a seat. "Lower, Danny," so I bend my legs a little and he starts fucking me at his normal full speed ahead and within fifteen seconds I'm sucking air in through my clenched teeth absorbing brilliant sensations coming from my prostate. It's almost too much stimulation and I get to squirming and grunting right away.
Tim's holding my hips, exasperatingly asking, "Do you have to move around so fucking much?" I can only moan, "Aaaaah, ooooh, fuck that feels good." It doesn't even last as long as the earlier fuck before my hips hump and a small squirt of cum shoots out from my boner splashing against the back of the back seat, but Timmy's not 'off' yet so he keeps plugging away. After climaxing I can hardly stand the continued constant stimulation right on my prostate and I'm grunting and holding my breath. Then, after another minute of agonizing over-stimulation on my prostate gland, thank god he's against me grunting and humping against by butt cheeks, and I suppose climaxing. I don't feel it and it doesn't feel nearly as sloppy and slippery in my rectum as last time. When he pulls out though some creamy substance drools out with his little spike and runs down and under to the back of my scrotum. He goes, "Holy shit! I love doing that. Wish it lasted a little longer. When Brad fucks me we go for five minutes or more." I'm straightening up as much as I can in this SUV, saying, "You went almost five minutes, what the fuck you complaining about. Get me one of those Handi-wipes." As he's doing that, he asks, "How'd it feel. Did you like it?" I go, "Well, what the fuck do you want me to say, I did it with you twice tonight, so whaddaya think?" He laughs, "You really get turned-on when I fuck you, don't you?" I shrug, muttering, "It's a very unique experience."
I'm wiping my ass with the Handi-wipe as Tim's watching me, saying, "I wish I had another guy to fuck. Not that I don't like your ass because I do. I just want to see if another guy gets as turned-on as you get when I'm fucking you." I grin, "They will, take my word for it." We pull our pants up and Tim sticks his head out the back door, mumbling, "All clear," and we hop out. My prostate is quickly getting somewhat back to normal, and I do enjoy these little quickies, so I give Tim's shoulders a hug. He looks at me, "I notice you're not calling my cock 'little' anymore. We're a good match, Danny. You like my cock up your ass and I like fucking your ass. We got all summer too." I mutter, "That we do," as we walk back through the trees, then through the neighbor's back yard. He asks, "Would you like me to act more dominant when I'm fucking you? I can spank the shit outta ya if you want. Or punish you in some way like you've been a bad boy, shit like that. I aim to please you 'cause this is a whole new world for me." I roll my eyes, mumbling, "No, you're doing fine," and I pull a cigarette out of my pack. Tim says, "I wish you wouldn't smoke! I hate the smell." Lighting my cigarette, I mumble, "Tell somebody who gives a shit, Timmy." I'm blowing smoke in his face and he's waving at it chuckling, "Hey, I'm suppose to be the dominant sex partner." He's alright, so I rub his head, asking, "You get any shit at home about this haircut?" He shakes his head, "Nope, why would I?" Why indeed?
We find Bradford at a table playing liars poker with three guys. Liar's poker is a game where you use the serial number on dollar bills for your poker 'hand'. The object is to guess how many 'eights', for example, appear on everyone's dollar bills added together. That's your bid... a game of luck and good guessing. You start off knowing only how many of a certain number you have on your bill, then from what other guys bid you form an idea how many of that number might be on everyone's dollar. The trick is bluffing: say you start off bidding 'ten twos' when you don't have any twos on your dollar bill. That throws everyone off right from the start. There's a stack of empty beer cans at the end of the picnic-type table so I know these guys have been drinking steadily and some of them are probably drunk. Brad asks, "Danny, do you know how to play liars poker?" I go, "Yeah, I have kind of a vague idea how it works. Mind if I sit in?" He goes, "Nope," and Tim says, "I'll get us a beer, Danny. Do you need one, Bradford?" He mumbles, "Yeah, thanks," then looks at me and smirks, asking, "Tim taking care of you, is he?" One of the other guys says, "Are we playing, or not?" I sit down taking my money out and sorting out the one dollar bills as Brad points at each guy, saying, "That's Matthew, Tony, and Squirrel. He's Danny." Tony asks, "You're working at Lockheed-Martin, right?" I nod my head, "Yeah," and he says, "I saw you at Bible study with the Wilcox kid." I look at him shrugging, and Brad starts the bidding,"Seven sevens," and we're off and running. It doesn't take more than two hands to know Matthew and Squirrel are too drunk to play, and it's like taking candy from a baby.
Tim comes back with the beers and stands behind me watching the game and seeing how I play. He should be taking notes because, before I even finish my beer, I'm up twenty dollars. Squirrel runs out of money and leaves mumbling we're all cheating, and Tim sits in the game. He's not drunk but he's not too bright either, and apparently learned very little from watching me play. He quickly loses all the one dollar bills he has on him. Another guy, who doesn't get introduced, but seems to know some of the guys, sits down. He proceeds to help out by losing all his money in fifteen minutes. Brad and I seem like the only ones who know that bluffing, and being able to add in our heads are the two necessary ingredients for success. I get some lucky breaks along the way too, so I'm 'up' more than Brad, but we're the only two who are winning. There are four or five guys standing around the game now hooting and hollering when one of the players gets challenged and doesn't come close to making his bid, so he has to pay all the players. There are seven guys in the game now and when someone loses all his money there seems to always be another guy willing to give Brad and me dollar bills.
Whenever we need a beer Brad sends Tim, who's back in his submissive role now that Brad's in-charge again. Fine with me. I'm up about forty-five bucks when Ryan and Jeff walk up looking sexually satisfied, or am I projecting? I look into Jeff's eyes briefly and he seems to shrink against Ryan who's beaming again. He's been beaming a lot lately. I should be happy about that since it was my goal to get him integrated into a peer group somehow. The trouble is I've underestimated how jealous I am about Jeff. Didn't see that
coming and can't seem to be able to do anything about it. I've got some pride though so I don't even look at Ryan, and then worry I'm being childish. My expectation was to gain maturity by handling myself in this unknown environment. It seems though Ryan's become very desirable and therefore my jealousy, which in turn has regressed my maturity back to when I was green with envy in the early days of Robby's, Ryan's, and my threesome. That passed fairly quickly, but it wasn't pleasant going through it and now I find myself in the same position except Ryan's playing the part of Robby, Jeff's playing the part of Ryan, and I'm playing the part of jealous me... again. Balls!
Jeff wants to play some liars poker so he sits in, Ryan's leaning over with a hand on Jeff's shoulder, cupping Jeff's ear and whispering advice to him. What I know, and Jeff doesn't know is the small matter of Ryan sucking at liars poker. Jeff loses about ten rounds in a row and then wins one pot of seven dollars and him and Ryan high five and hug. Really? Then a couple of hands later Jeff bids and the three guys between Jeff and me pass. I challenge him knowing he can't possibly make his bid. He loses again, giving Ryan a accusatory 'look' with Ryan saying, "Danny got lucky challenging that hand." I shrug and we play on until a Baptist church minister begins making the rounds shaking hands. The Bible study boys slip away and now there aren't enough guys to make a game of it. Game's over with me winning over sixty bucks, so it's all good.
Tim, Jeff, Ryan, and me sit at the table drinking beer with Ryan and me smoking. Tim smirks while pushing a finger in and out of his fist, asking Jeff, "How was it?" Oh my god, could he be any more childish?! Jeff says, "Mind your own fucking business, Timmy. I could ask you the same thing." And Tim looks at me, then grins, saying, "Ask Danny how it was. He'll tell ya, won't ya, Danny?" and Ryan frowns at me. I mutter, "Grow the fuck up you two," and Ryan snaps, "Enough! Stop the bickering, all three of you!" and it hits home loud and clear that Ryan's firmly established that he's in-charge. The three of us frown at Ryan's admonishment and keep our mouths shut. Who's your daddy now?! I want so badly to ask, 'Who died and make you boss, Albert?' but I don't because among the four of us there's no question who's the boss. I mean in Jeff's and Tim's minds, so I'd look stupid if I tried contradicting Ryan's status. They're younger than Ryan and me so they naturally look up to the older guy. It used to be me back home, but these hicks chose Ryan for some reason. Maybe because he lives here and I'm an outsider. Ryan says, "Come on, we're gonna walk around. What time is it, Danny?" I check my wristwatch, and mutter, "Almost eleven." He says, "One more beer and
we're turning in for the night. I want you two," pointing at Tim and Jeff, "At my house nine o'clock sharp tomorrow morning for your haircuts." They both nod their heads, mumbling, "Okay, Albert," and I can't help myself, I adjust my crotch because Ryan's gotten so cool with his bossiness lately. He's so casual about being our leader. He squeezes the back of my neck, grinning and asking, "You're not pouting are you?" I fake a smile, "Nah, why would I pout, Albert?"
The caterers have almost everything shut down by now except there's still a bartender at the front entrance bar. So we go there seeing lots of people filing out the gate on their way home. There are also a group of guys sitting on the wall we used as a table earlier. They're drinking and talking with loud laughter, obviously drunk. The bartender tells us, "We're closed, boys," and Ryan says, "One last round and we won't bother you anymore." The guys shrugs, like it's not his beer. He fishes four cans of beer out of an ice tub that's mostly icy water by now, and says, "That it! And don't drink those beers around here." We mumble 'thanks' and follow Ryan back to one of the round tables near where his parents were at earlier. We sit down and talk mostly about tonight, minus the sex. You know, what different guys did, said, or ate, whatever. Basically talking behind guy's backs picking on little flaws, like Logan being pussy whipped, and the drunks at the liars poker game, and the kid who had a humongous sneezing fit in the food line with people around him avoiding dishes in his vicinity. Shit like that, laughing and then some ball breaking comments among ourselves. I feel okay by the time we've finished our beers and Ryan and I are walking towards our house with Tim and Jeff walking through the trees towards Tim's SUV. There weren't any kisses goodnight or anything like that. Mostly pats on the back and, "See y'all in the morning."
I take a deep breath, glad to be with Ryan again and thinking I over-reacted earlier with the jealousy. I'm actually not all that jealous. As a hint for Ryan, the back of my hand bumps his hand a couple of times and he smiles taking my hand and we hold hands going up the long driveway to the house. Ryan says, "You were right again, Danny. That turned out to be a fun time. Putting my paranoia aside, those guys are totally okay. I fucked-up last summer, but I'm making up for it this summer. With your help of course." I say, "You don't give yourself enough credit, Albert." He squeezes my hand, mumbling, "Maybe not, you may be right. I need to admit it sure feels good the way you, Tim, and Jeff look up to me. I didn't know I had it in me." I say, "It's like Rob last summer. Once he realized he was doing a good job leading our landscaping crew, he gained a lot of confidence the same way you have." He nods, "I always hoped some day to show leadership qualities. I'm finally coming into my own, huh?" I go, "Looks that way, boss." It's easy to see I mean much more to Ryan than Jeff. I feel dumb being jealous and I plan on keeping my jealousy to myself from now on.
We go inside the house turning off the outdoor lights and locking up as we go. Going upstairs, I hate myself for asking, but do it anyway, "Do you think we can, Albert? You and me before bed?" He takes a deep breath, "Can it wait until the morning, Danny? Please, I'm kinda wiped-out." I don't say anything, so he adds, "We'll shower together at least. Okay?" I nod my head as we go into his bedroom. He locks the bedroom door, saying, "A quick shower so we don't need to take one in the morning. Um, how much did you drink tonight?" I shrug, "Too much," and he goes, "It'll be sexier hotter when we're both sober tomorrow morning. You can come down and we'll have sex in my bed. I know you like that." I nod and shrug, acting a little petulant. He says, "Good, set your alarm for eight and come down and wake me. I'll take care of all your sexual needs, I promise." Ignoring that, I get my arms around his neck and rub noses with him. His skimpy mustache feels so sexy on my upper lip. We kiss with him putting his arms around me tightly and it feels so good. I don't care if he fucked Jeff two or three times, he needs to fuck the one he claims he loves.
Our make-out gets hot and Ryan ends-up pulling me over onto his bed with me groveling on his hot body, humping my hips lightly against his, getting incredibly aroused. Ryan wrestles me under him, then lifting his head, murmurs, "Isn't it nice we've become lovers?" I look into his amazingly eye-lens-enhanced blue eyes nodding my head, and he goes, "Ya know something? You've actually been in love with me for months although you wouldn't let yourself admit it. I saw it in your eyes, your beautiful readable eyes. Didn't I tell you way back, two years ago, that we're the perfect couple? We give each other what we both want sexually and over the last couple of weeks we've slipped comfortably into our sub/dom roles in everyday life too. It's perfect." He grins and pinches my nose, "I kinda knew once you gave yourself a chance to see how perfect a couple we are for a few weeks, just the two of us, you'd agree with me. And like mother said, we're a cute couple too," and he grins, adding, "Especially you." He traces his finger down my nose and around my lips, murmuring, "Sexy eyes and sexy lips," then he gently pushes his finger in my mouth and rubs my tongue, quietly saying, "You're my loving submissive lover." He's so sure of himself I feel the submissive cloud descending making me feel so relaxed in a dreamy-safe sexual way. It makes me shudder a little. Ryan says, "Suck my finger, baby," and I suck on it as he murmurs, "The past two weeks have been far and away the best two weeks of my life, and it's mostly because of you." Then he pulls his finger out and traces a line of saliva around my face, whispering, "I just never know how much dominance is safe to show you. You've always been eager for it, much
like I used to be, and I want to make you feel good all the time, but without overdoing it. It's a delicious feeling though, isn't it?" I can't even nod my head I'm so hypnotized, or paralyzed, or something.
He slides down my body and pulls my shorts down past my ass. My boner pops up and lays off to the side slightly, not hard enough yet to stick straight up. Ryan strokes it tightly a few times and then takes his own boner out through the fly of his shorts and strokes it. It's big with dried cum remnants from his earlier fucks with Jeff. If he puts it in my mouth I'll climax immediately, but he pushes the head against my asshole instead and with a hump of his hips it's inside me. Cum residue from Tim fucking me helps it slide past my sphincter muscles. Without pushing it further in, Ryan says, "Oooh, you naughty boy, I feel Tim's cum in your ass," and for some stupid reason I blush a dark red, muttering, "I'm sorry," and get so pissed at myself for saying that because it caused most of my delicious submissive trance to vanish into the thin air it came from, like a mist. Ryan shakes his head, "No, it's alright. As long as I'm fucking Jeff you can have a side-sex buddy too." He pulls the head of his cock out and then humps it right back in, murmuring, "I love doing that." With most of my trance gone, I ask, "How come you didn't do both Jeff and I in a three-way?" He goes, "I asked Jeff to do that, but he's too new at it. He's feel too self conscious. I did suggest it though, just so you know." I nod my head as Ryan grins, adding, "Fucking Jeff is an ego trip for me, pure and simple. It's means nothing to me though, not compared to our sex." I mutter, "Yeah, but you didn't even want to do it with me tonight, not until I attacked you." he grins, "Attack any time you want. It shows me you need and want me. Anyway, I admit I was wrong to put you off until tomorrow. I'm the one who's sorry." Well, I feel better about things after hearing that. Ryan takes the head of his boner out of my ass and plugs it right back in again as my back arches and I moan, "Ahhh, ooh, fuck.
Ryan goes, "That feels good," then asks, "We good, babe?" and I nod my head trying not to grin, but I do anyway, mumbling, "Yeah, Albert, we're good." He smiles pulling the hard head of his cock out of my ass again, saying, "Okay then, get off the bed and put your dog collar on. We almost forgot that. Buckle it tight or I'll do it for you." Oh fuck, I gulp then doing what I'm told, pulling up my shorts while walking to the bureau. My anus quivers as my shoulders do their familiar shudder. Taking the dog collar out of the drawer I buckle it very tightly around my neck feeling the submissive mist returning. I almost feel dizzy as Ryan says, "Let me check it, babe." I lean over and he gets his finger between the dog collar and my neck, muttering, "That'll do," and pulls me onto the bed with a finger through the dog collar ring. I fall on the bed face first. He turns me over with his bicep muscles bulging. With me on my back Ryan pulls my shorts and underpants down and off one leg, then gets between my legs spreading them wide, "Keep your legs spread like this and scrunch your pussy up for me to mount." As soon as I do that he forces his cock all the way up my ass this time. I'm grimacing wanting to take it without complaining, but it still hurts going in quickly like that, so I grunt, "Oooh, ooow, mmm," with my Adam's apple getting caught under the dog collar making me gag. Lifting my head moves the collar to a more comfortable position. Ryan's on his knees, but they're spread as he leans over, pulling out some of his boner leaning forward to give me a kiss on the lips, murmuring, "It hurts less each time though, doesn't it?" I grunt, "Yeah," and he straightens up pushing his boner back in tightly as I hold my breath again.
When his groin is tight against my buttocks he humps against it a few times, saying, "The sooner you get used to taking it all at once, right up your ass in one thrust, the better. It's an awesome feeling for me so that's how I'm doing you from now on. You'll wear my dog collar buckled tightly, and me thrusting my entire eight inch fat boner up your ass. Got it?" I nod my head getting the dog collar stuck on my Adam's apple again. There's pain throbbing inside me so my back arches again, veins bulging in my neck as I groan, then fifteen seconds later I cautiously let my held breath out as things begin sorting themselves out in my rectum. It's like my ass knows Ryan's big cock by now and quickly adjusts. Another ten seconds, feeling totally dominated by Ryan, I murmur, "Mmmm, feels so good to me now too, Albert. Really good." He smiles, "That's my boy," and smacks the side of my left butt
cheeks, then starts thrusting his cock, his hips moving quickly creating sexy sizzling sensations in my ass as I tighten my buttocks muscles and arch my back again, moaning with sexual pleasure now, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, mmmm, ooh." Each quick tight drive of his hard cock feels so good, each thrust feeling better than the one before it. When the big swollen head slides over my prostate my shoulders shudder, then the moving shaft is big enough to give some minor stimulation too, and it's an oh-so-nice feeling having seven inches of shaft sliding over my hot button while giving my prostate a little reprieve momentarily, and then here comes the swollen head sliding against it again and I'm like, "Aaaah, Albert, ooh mmmm," then it happens all over again, and again and again until I'm shivering with sexual pleasure. The shaft is fat enough to tightly stretch my anus stimulating the nerve ending there creating the friction that keeps those sexy nerve endings buzzing deliciously without a let up.
It's six, seven, eight, nine minutes of unbelievable sexual pleasure. There's no sounds of males fucking because his cock is coming through his fly and his shorts deadens the sound of him smacking into my buttocks. There is a subtle wet sucking sound though as his engorged cock goes back and forth in my rectum. The last three or four minutes I've been writhing with pleasure on the mattress pulling Ryan's pillow over my face for something to bite on as my body's shuddering with a fast moving climax coming on me now and then I squeal, my body stiff and me lifting my back off the bed, sputtering,
as a ten inch shot of cum streaks out, then two shorter ones, all three streaking up my stomach and laying there shiny and wet. It's all the spunk my
balls could come up with for my third orgasm of the night, but it felt spectacular and I'm still shaking as Ryan leans over me humping against my buttocks shooting a short load of creamy spunk up my ass. Then he lays on me gasping, his cock pulling out of me. My arms go around his back and we lay together, a little sweaty and grungy from our night at the cookout, and then
there's the various sex acts we've had with others and each other. The sides of our faces are together as we breath deeply and then finally lay calmly, Ryan on top of me.
He lifts his head, smiling, "I guess Timmy left something for me to enjoy after all, baby. That was wonderful and it gets me really high seeing how aroused you get. Like I told you, you and me are perfect for each other." I say, "Timmy and his two inch dick," and he laughs out loud. "Will you stop saying that, Danny. You make me laugh every time you say it. He's probably got a bigger dick than mine." I almost yell "You saw his two inch dick!" Ryan mutters, "Well I don't remember seeing it, and I don't believe it either Now, is it okay if we take a shower?" I nod, and we get up with me taking my shorts and underwear off where they're wrapped around my right ankle. Walking into his bathroom Ryan's grinning and mumbling, "I don't know why I keep this facade going about me being in-charge. Whenever you really want something I end up doing what you want." I mumble, "Well, that's bullshit," as he turns on the shower. I kick my sneakers off, pull off my socks and shirt, saying, "Oh, if I get my way then about tomorrows haircut," and he says, "Nope, with that you don't get your own way." We get in the shower stall bumping into each other under the pouring water as we're washing ourselves, then hug under the water flow rinsing off. As we dry ourselves, I ask, "Will you sleep with me until I fall asleep." He makes a 'face' like, "I just want to get to sleep', and I say, "I'll make a pain in the ass of myself nagging you to do it, so you might as well just say yes." He chuckles shaking his head, mumbling, "Okay, boss, you win again."
He holds my hand going up the secret staircase and we get in bed together clean and naked. We rub against each other for awhile and then finally, after a minute or two, settle for snuggling comfortably together. He smells good and his now dry hair is nice to run my fingers through. Three minutes later I can tell he's fallen asleep as his breathing is steady and all his muscles are completely relaxed and he's docile in my arms. I put my nose against the side of his forehead to smell his personal scent and have deep thoughts about my relationship with him, and what it all means. If I didn't know Robby I know I'd give myself to Ryan. I know it now positively, he's right about us two being made for each other. We'd live down here some place close to the office because this is where he'll work after graduating college, and I'll work for him in whatever job he thinks I can handle.
Well fuck, I see now that it'd be a very similar arrangement to the one Robby has planned for him and me. If I'm with Ryan he'd of course be head of the house hold and I'd be the stay at home dad... that's if Ryan decides we'll have a baby. He'd be the boss the same way Robby's going to be the boss, and you know what: I have no doubt whatsoever that I'd be very happy married to Ryan in my role as his gay version of a wife. I certainly wouldn't want all the responsibility of being the head of the household myself, not with all the worries associated with that. I give Ryan's sleeping body a hug. I can see that he'd be an awesome husband, but then there's reality to deal with and that consist of the fact I do know Robby and I am in love with him. All my concerns are about nothing because of that simple fact: I love Robby more than Ryan. I'm just saying IF I didn't know Robby, then Ryan would be a good second choice and I think that's how I'll put it when the time comes. No, I won't say he'd be a good second, I'll say, 'Ryan, you're the perfect second choice, but there is the matter of my first choice'. Something like that. Just before I fall asleep I remember there's seven weeks to go in Georgia. That might be something I need to think about because in just two weeks I've grown much closer to Ryan than I've ever been before, so if that continues... Fuck! There's always something else to think about.
Ryan's not in bed with me when I wake up, but I knew he wouldn't be. First thing I need to do, and I mean right now, is take a piss. Too much beer last night. After peeing, I brush my teeth and take two Advil, pull on a pair of boxer shorts, then get back in bed. Ryan's parents left for the wedding early this morning, but it's too early to wake Ryan, so my mind goes to my last thoughts before falling asleep last night. Things seems clearer to me this morning. I definitely have grown closer to Ryan the last two weeks, and why not, I have very little if anything to complain about. He's providing
a version of my fantasy about living with a dominant sex partner. Yeah, but the dominant partner needs to be a specific kind of dominant guy. Kind of a light version of being dominant and with some chuckles and laughs along the way so we know we're just basically playing. Yeah and that's pretty much exactly the kind of casual dominance Ryan's ended-up with after two years of us knowing one another and being sexually active together. He'll easily give in to a little nagging from me for things I want, like last night's sex. At the same time he's firm about other things and is comfortable telling me 'no' and telling me what to do. And he does it without being even slightly obnoxious about it, and with 'thanks' and lots of compliments. He's just about perfect actually, and flexible too. Not just with sex either, with everything.
I'm thinking about the bond Ryan and I are forming as I smell the back of my wrist smiling. Smiling because I'm enjoying myself here, and I mean enjoying myself way more than I ever thought I would. Rolling over to his pillow I smell him and get this sense that I'm very fortunate Ryan is the way he is. He's the one growing and becoming more mature. And while I think I've handled some situations, some dicey ones, very well I know I've helped Ryan too. Unfortunately so far I don't see myself maturing the way Ryan has. So I admire him, and yes, if I wasn't in love with Robby already I could be very happy with Ryan as his, I hate the word 'wife', but in a role like that within our gay married life. I'd be good in that role too, and become more adoring of my 'man' with each month we're together. Obviously the same holds true for Robby, but for now I'm living with Ryan so my focus is on him. And I like us together for now, so why am I doing what I always do and over-think things instead of just enjoying my good fortune.
Again picking up the pillow that Ryan sleeps on I hold it to my face. Mmmm, he smells good. It's only seven-thirty, but I don't cares if he yells at me, I'm going downstairs and get in bed with him now. And I'm going to stop analyzing my feelings every day and simply tell Ryan he's awesome and I love him. It'll make him happy and it's probably true anyway. He's trying his ass off to be who I need him to be and right now he's doing an awesome job of that, so I'm all in for the rest of my time here. Huh, I know I'm going to be sad leaving. I'm not leaving now though, so I stop at the foot of his bed looking at Ryan sleeping. How'd he get so good looking? He's one of those guys who gets better looking as he matures. His skimpy beard doesn't hurt his good looks at all... ha ha, love that beard of his. Walking around to his side I lean over and study his face. He has the purest skin, light complected without so much as a blemish or freckle. His skin look new and firm and smooth under those cute skimpy whiskers. And I've always thought. he had the best hair. I gently run my fingers through it from his forehead back over his nicely shaped head. This is the perfect haircut for him too, and it was more or less an ad hoc attempt by me to please him since he wanted something new. I just came up with it accidentally, but it's perfect for him. Luckily he doesn't look anything like either of his parents! Oh fuck, that thought again, the one I had the first day, that Ryan's gotta be adopted. That's so interesting, but I shouldn't bring it up. He should tell me though, and he probably will before we get married, or at least he should. What am I saying? I've been over that non-possibility enough already.
Getting a grip on reality, and remembering this is a summer of adventure, I forget serious thoughts and very slowly get under the covers and slide against his awesome naked body. Rubbing my fingers lightly over his big member, I'm like hmmmm, I wish he'd let me shave his pubic hairs. Then he'd be perfect. He's smaller than me but with an excellent body, one that's hotter than mine if you ask me. I crawl on top of him smiling, and he opens his eyes smiling back. Without saying anything we wrestle, me trying to stay on top and him trying to get on top. It takes him twenty seconds to get me on my back with him on top, my arms pinned over my head. I mutter, "Fucking bully weight-lifter." He grins, "You lifted all year with me." His naked crotch is right on mine, but I put on boxer shorts before coming downstairs. Dumb! We were both naked in my bed last night and Ryan stayed naked. He goes, "Now that I've overpowered you, do you want to ask me something?" I shake my head and he goes, "Okay, we'll get dressed and maybe go out for breakfast. We've got the time. Tim and Jeff won't be over here for an hour and a half." I go, "Um, I do have something to ask you. Would you, could we have a little sexy time together and forget breakfast?" He's like, "So, our sex seven hours ago has faded from your mind, huh?" I go, "No, I remember it, I just want more." Dropping his head he kisses my lips, saying, "Did you want to add anything to that request?" I nod my head, "Yeah, I love you," and he says, "In that case how can I say 'no'?"
He's laying flat on me, letting go of my arms, so I hug around his back rubbing my nose against his, and then he kisses me with one of the special kisses only he can do and I'm already sexually aroused and quietly moaning, "Mmmm, Albert, you're special." The sides of our faces are together as he whispers in my ear, "So are you, babe," and I murmur, "I've been thinking about us, you and me. Um, I need to tell you how happy I am being here, and it's almost all because of you. Like I've said before, I've come to really admire you and you've become an awesome leader. There's really nothing I could come up with to complain about." He's grinning, "True confession this morning?" I go, "No, I just felt you deserved to hear how I feel from my heart." He stops grinning, "That's sweet, babe, but you've shown me you felt this way already, even if you didn't realize it. You don't hesitate to do what you're told and you're always touching and looking at me so that tells me all I need to know basically. Are you in love with me?" I say, "Yes, but I need to be totally up front with you, I love Rob more." He says, "For now you do, maybe. Lets just keep working together and see how you feel about that later, okay? Will you keep an open mind?" I nod my head, then wonder how I slipped into this age-regressed submissive mood? It's like Ryan's much older and wiser than me. He nods at the bureau and I slide out from under him and go over to put his dog collar on again buckling it even tighter than last night. He doesn't even check it as I lay on the bed and he crawls on top of me again.
Ryan puts his finger across my lips, saying, "No more talking now," and he puts his finger in my mouth like last night. This time I start sucking on it right away as he grins at me. Pulling his finger from my mouth he does another special one-minute kiss and I'm like docile under him feeling totally under his control and feeling good. I've been feeling sexually good most of the past two weeks. That's has a lot to do with Ryan's sex, and his way of doing sub/dom sex and continuing to be sweetly in charge afterwards. But our sex this morning turns into something resembling lovers sex. Slow steady penetrations getting me quietly moaning with sexual pleasure. Lots of touching and hugging and kissing, or just hugging with the sides of our faces together and his big boner inside me. Slow thrusting with my legs pulled back, Ryan on his knees between my legs. Then he withdraws completely and rolls me up on my side, and with him on his side behind me his big hard organ goes tightly back up my ass. I've been in a dreamy fog of submissive sexual pleasure for ten minutes as Ryan continues the slow thrusting with moans from both of us, his arm over my side playing with my nip ring until my nipple's a hard little spike. I'm picturing in my head his engorged penis hard and sticky with cum remnants from last night moving up my rectum then pulling back seven inches and lazily disappearing inside me again. It's incredibly tantalizing as each inch of his hard cock slides tightly over my prostate gland sensitizing my anus as it stretches the lips. It makes me constantly shudder with sexual pleasure. My orgasm builds again and when I'm almost ready to climax he pulls out and rolls me onto my stomach. Back up my ass goes his cock with me hunching my ass up for him and then more lazy delicious thrusts in my rectum with both of us quietly moaning from pure pleasure that can only occur to this degree through anal intercourse, for me anyway. The need to climax though, it becomes the only thing I can think about and I'm gasping, "Albert, fuck me hard, please..."
The urge to cum gets intense and I'm sure Ryan's feeling it too. With a hand on either of my hips he pulls my ass up until I'm on my knees, my face in his pillow that I'm hugging as he starts fast hard rabbit fucking and it's a burst of sensations with me whimpering as my body stiffens and I squeal into the pillow muffling the sound as cum streams from my hard boner splashing against the pillow with cum spray hitting my chin and neck, then a hump of my hips as another string of cum flies out and I feel the spike of Ryan's cum shooting from his cock, hitting hard against the walls of my rectum. Then the indescribable feeling of his spunk inside my body all creamy and slippery with his boner now sliding back and forth easily in the wetness. Dizziness for a few seconds as a wave of climatic sensations spread out from my rectum and groin over my whole body. I shake and shudder hardly believing how good it feels. Too quickly it begins fading and I'm returning to reality limp and happy and enjoying a last little shoulder shudder as the unimaginable pleasure become a mere memory. I slowly stretch my legs back to lay flat on the bed, my wet cum squishing under me as I'm smiling a little contented smile. Nice!
Ryan sighs as he pulls his softening penis out of my ass leaving my anus gaping open so much I can feel cooler air going up my ass. Flopping beside me on his stomach Ryan and I savor our orgasms while catching our breath, then I turn my head to look at him. He's looking at me grinning, "It never gets old with you, Danny," and I ask, "How wide open is my asshole?" He laughs a little laugh, "It's about as round as a silver dollar. Looks funny, but I'm used to seeing it." I snuggle against him and put my arm over his back getting a little tighter together, asking, "If, for the sake of discussion, I was to marry you after college would you want me to change my last name to your's " He smiles, "I like this train of thought, babe, but no, not necessarily, although it'd be nice. Danny Wilcox. They'd be a nice gesture on your part." I nod my head, "I think I would. You know, to show respect for you." He goes, "Albert and Daniel Wilcox request the pleasure of your company to celebrate our marriage, blah blah, blah. That would be our wedding invitation to friends and family." I say, "It'll need to be in another state 'cause Georgia's one of about fifteen states that still doesn't recognize gay marriages." He asks, "Where do you wanna go for our honeymoon?" I go, "Key West is nice," and he says, "Yeah, for a vacation, but we should go someplace a little more exotic or romantic, like Paris." We both chuckle, and Ryan says "You think it's a long shot, but I don't." I go, "What, going to Paris?" and he laughs and wrestles me under him, "No, us getting married, you nut."
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com
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