DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION
Chapter 22
by Donny Mumford
FRIDAY AFTERNOON, TWO WEEKS LATER:
I'm leaning against Ryan's car in the Lockheed-Martin parking lot waiting for him to finish up his week-end report. My fourth paycheck is in my pocket and when I deposit it I'll have over $2200 saved for my junior year at Merrimack. There's been very little I've needed to spend money on since living with Ryan, so my savings keep adding up. Back home there are expenses I don't have here. This weekend I'll be spending some money though, and for an excellent reason, a visit from Chubby and Robby. Lighting a cigarette, then looking at my watch, I wonder what's taking Ryan so long. I know he needs to meet with Josh Day tomorrow morning for an end of month meeting, so he's probably going over everything twice making sure he's prepared. Like Robby, Ryan takes his work very seriously. They're both conscientious and I admire that trait in both of them.
Thinking about the past month I guess there were a couple of awkward situations when I first got here, but they pretty quickly got smoothed over and this month's been mostly good. I don't know how to classify the one major development, the one about me falling in love with Ryan. I guess that's a good thing as long as I'm here, but I don't know about afterwards. Ryan was confident I'd see the light and fall for him and he was right about that. He's been right about a lot of things lately. He's also been kinda awesome about everything, especially these last two weeks. I think it's real love too, not friendship love. It's complicated the shit out of my life as well. Tonight Robby, Chubby, and someone named Spider Spencer are flying in so I've got to decide what to tell Robby.
This guy, Spider, I don't know his real name, is Danny Monday's replacement on Robby's crew. I'm told he spent his childhood in Georgia, coincidentally just a few towns over from here. Chubby and Spider have become tight buds, kindred spirits I guess, but that's not why Spider's making the trip. Mostly he's coming because he wants to go to the country fair for old times sake. It's held every year at this time in his old home town. I guess we'll all go to the fair. Chubby and Robby also want haircuts too so I'm bringing my barber tools with me. Of course I'm flattered they're coming to see me and I'm extremely excited about seeing them, but I'm also jittery because I don't know how to tell Robby about me and Ryan. I feel like a traitor and I feel guilty for letting myself betray him. As of right now though I'm still undecided about a few things, so maybe it'll be Ryan I betray. I'm going to fuckin' betray somebody I know that much...
Ryan's been understanding about this weekend although he's far from thrilled about it. He'll drop me off at the airport where I'll meet the guys, then I'll spend the weekend with them. We're renting a car which we'll all be chipping in for and I'll be splitting the cost of the motel room for two nights. Oh man, one minute I'm extremely excited about their visit then the next minute I have trepidation about it. What if my reunion with Robby doesn't live up to my expectations and I realize I love Ryan more than him? It's not like I expect that to happen, but it's the what if? part that sometimes gets my stomach tied in knots. At first Ryan wanted everyone to stay with us at the house, but how the fuck would that work? I've been thinking a lot about how in the past I've confused 'love' with the love of the sex I'm having. It happened with Willie so I'm wondering if I've made the same mistake with Ryan. The trouble is I've got this sneaking suspicion that's not the case. If that doesn't prove to be true there's another factor that maybe comes into play. I've never spent exclusive time with anyone in my life like I have the past four weeks with Ryan. Not even with Chubby, so maybe it's that old nemesis where I tend to love the one I'm with. In other words, do I think I'm in love with Ryan mostly because it's been him and me exclusively the past four weeks, or have I mixed-up the love of sex with love for Ryan? They're the only two scenarios I can think of that explains why I think I'm in love with Ryan when possibly it's only a temporary condition. I can think of many reasons why it's not a temporary condition so that also worries me.
I think it was the weekend his parents were away at a wedding that I began seriously thinking I'd fallen for him. It started that Saturday when Ryan gave us guys haircuts, meaning me, Tim, and Jeff. Afterwards we all hung around the house shooting pool and goofing off until the baseball game. Ryan and I slept together in his bed that night and it's then that I envisioned us being a couple. We cooked together and basically never left the house except for the baseball game. Needless to say we did not go to church that Sunday morning. A lot of sex happened that weekend, plus long baths together. Quite a weekend. Other than that we haven't been sleeping together, but we might as well be as far as the sex we're having together in bed. After sex Ryan usually sleeps with me upstairs until I fall asleep. Truth is this past month has been everything I could have asked for, and a little bit more. Plus Ryan's developed a knack for balancing bossiness with friendship. He does it just about perfectly and it's been fun and sexy being with him day in and day out with no arguments and no stressful situations.
Sex is always going to be an important aspect of my life, of course, and we've been having the best sex, especially the last two weeks. That Saturday in bed with him two weeks ago, like I said, is when we first started talking about the possibility of him and me becoming a 'couple', and even getting married after college. Since then I find we're talking about it like it might actually happen. Both of us, not just Ryan. Ryan's eerily become that fantasy partner I've always thought would be perfect for me, and he's just being himself, not doing anything because he thinks it'll please me. I've never shared my fantasy with him so how would he know what I wanted? He just bossy enough and he's more than satisfied all my sexual desires and I mean both during sub/dom sex and lately he's been good with lovers sex as well. Sure, he's also been fucking Jeff Bell like beating a drum, but it's nothing like our days as a three-some with Robby. I'm not jealous of Jeff because Ryan heaps tons of attention on me and I never feel neglected. In fact, I've had very little urge for side sex beyond the two minute fucks Tim Dulton puts on my ass. If Tim took a hike for whatever reason I don't think I'd have side-sex at all, which must mean Ryan's satisfying all my sexual needs and fetishes.
At some point during our second week together Ryan discovered a comfort zone for himself. I mean as far as his relationship with his parents, his job, me, interacting with peers, everything. He settled into a consistent day to day personality that I find relaxing, and enjoyable, and sexy. I've never known him to be this consistently contented, relaxed, or happy. And, he doesn't have mood swings for the first time since I've known him. It's like the past two weeks has been smooth sailing for us. We're comfortable together and comfortable with ourselves. I know pretty much what to expect day to day and I'm liking it. A lot of Ryan's accomplishments probably wouldn't have happened without my help, and he's the first one to admit that. It's not just him and me all the time. During the past few weeks we've been hooking up with the Marietta boys just doing guy stuff... going to the movies, hanging out, ten pin bowling, whatever. Once we all got drunk when Brad's older sex partner bought him two cases of beer. When we were drinking it Brad hinted around about having a quickie with me, but I begged off, if I can believe that. Tim and I fuck like twice a week, and it's usually a double-header. It's cool, but like I said I don't really need it. It's just that whenever Ryan says he and Jeff are gonna do this or that I know he means they're
gonna fuck, so I'll call Timmy and meet him at the Piggy/Wiggly grocery store on the outskirts of the store's parking lot. He's got the SUV so we use that. I suck him off and then he fucks me for ninety seconds or maybe two minutes before I'm shooting cum against the back of the backseat. We don't make-out or anything, just suck and fuck. It's unique sex because of his two inch boner, and he's an enthusiastic little fucker too.
Anyway, other than that it's Ryan and me fucking two or three times a day in whatever fashion he feels like doing it at the time. His bossiness hasn't increased at all and he's consistently a good friend along with being in-charge. At work I find myself staring at him as he does his job wondering if this is really love. Dog smacks the back of my head, laughing and saying, "Danny, you can do better than Albert?" He doesn't know what Ryan and I have going for ourselves obviously. Yeah, but Dog's still one beautiful dude with his pale brown skin and pretty face. Every week is the week he says he's going to let me give him a haircut, and then it's the next week. He keeps promising we'll hook up for some beers too, but something always comes up and we don't do it. He's a big cock tease just like I thought he'd be after the first week, and like I predicted. Bud, who's also known as Jeffrey Morgan, is another cock tease asking me when I'm gonna blow him. I call his bluff and he backs out. Dog continues to be fun to work with and he's good to look at too. I've told him he's hot and handsome and he says, "I know that already, Danny boy," and he'll hug my shoulders. Fuckin' tease!
Yesterday at work Sammy asked me if his brothers and his friend Pot Roast could come for haircuts tomorrow, but I told him my brother's visiting this weekend. That's how Ryan and I explained the visit to his parents... my brother's visiting. Nothing about my boyfriend visiting. Neither of Ryan's parents have had any additional surprises for me. Day in and day out they're as they appeared to be the first few days I was here. We do our chores cutting the lawn every Saturday, take out the trash, clear the table after meals and keep the kitchen clean, so basically nothing's changed except I'm more comfortable with them now, and them with me. His mother seems to like me quite a bit and appears to have accepted Ryan and me as gay boyfriends. Ryan shows affection and will even kiss me in front of his parents when he feels like it. His father rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath, but Ryan's mother just smiles. Sometimes I find myself crazily wishing somebody would do something in this family to piss me off so I'd have a reason to not like them, but no, everything's cool.
The new guy at work, Bill Stark, has come out of his shell a bit and is quite entertaining at times. He's a funny bastard and him and Sammy bonded quickly. Bill does enough talking for both of them. They work great together, but then everybody does. Bible study has been different now that everyone's very friendly towards Ryan and me. Ryan more than me actually with a couple of the guys gravitating to Ryan/Albert like he's 'the man'. I can't figure out why these hicks seem to think I'm merely Ryan's sidekick or something. Obviously I'm kidding about them being hicks because they're okay guys. Ryan's popularity has done a complete one-hundred and eighty degree turn around from last summer and it's because he's become comfortable with himself and with the guys. He breaks balls with the best of them too, but mostly he's just nice. Maybe they think I'm too sarcastic, or too 'northern' or something. They're friendly to me, but more so to Ryan. It's a subtle difference maybe, but I recognize it from the way guys back home seem to relate to me as compared to these dudes. Believe me, I don't have a problem with it, it's just different. Same thing with the guys at church and the guys on the baseball team. They come up and talk to Ryan first, and then say something like, "Hey, wassup, Danny?" like I'm an afterthought. Dumb hicks!
Speaking of the baseball team, we're two and two so far. Won two games and lost two. I've yet to get in a game, but it's fun at practice and just being on the team. Our uniforms are cool too. Jeff's been the real star of our team so far, and right behind him is Theo Sawyer, who's the first baseman who recruited Ryan to play centerfield. Ryan's had four pretty good games, but the other two have played the best. Freckles, who's also known as, Logan Duran, and I are on the bench along with a backup catcher and infielder. Logan and I got off on the wrong foot at the baseball try outs, but we've been getting along great since the neighborhood barbecue two weeks ago. Then yesterday Ryan and I played three holes of golf with our coach, Terry. He critiqued our every swing and putt. Neither of us had a par during those three holes, but we both had a bogie on the same hole, the last one which is a par three. The other two holes, best to forget about them. Golf is way harder than it looks, but it was fun being on a real golf course. We both were doing good in our practice sessions and we thought that would translate to the course. It didn't. On the golf course we sort of forgot what we learned and we were over-swinging for the most part. Anyway, Terry straightened us out enough that we boogied that last hole. It's a thrill to hit a good shot so I had like two thrills in three holes. We'll do better next time.
Okay, here comes Ryan walking out of the building now. Fuck he looks cool and sexy as he grins at me. I'm biting my bottom lip grinning back. He says, "You wanna drive, Danny? I'd like to read this report one more time. It came together too easily and I'm thinking I left something out." I take the keys, "Sure thing, Albert," and we hop in the car. I put the top down and he reads his report during the drive without talking. As I'm driving up to the garage, he puts the report in a folder, mumbling, "If I'm missing something I don't know what the fuck it is." We get out of the car and as I'm handing him the keys, he says, "Lets have a cigarette in the gazebo," so we walk around the garage and sit on the gazebo bench. It's protection from the sun on another hot and humid bright sunny day. He passes me a cigarette and while lighting it, says, "Goddamn, you're good looking, and still cute at your advanced age of almost twenty-one." I shrug, muttering, "Hey, thanks." He goes, "Can you believe we'll both be able to order drinks in a bar?"." I nod, saying, "Yeah, finally. Still, we'll probably be doing most of our drinking at Tracy's speakeasy." Ryan exhales some smoke, "Well yeah, he's cheaper then the bars around Merrimack. Still, if we wanna go in a bar we can. It'll be fun seeing you get carded into your thirties, heh heh. Baby faced, Danny." He's always got compliments for me. It makes a person feel good being complimented. He goes, "Hey good looking, give me a kiss," and I lean over and give him the kind of kiss he told me he likes. Then, rubbing up the back of my head, he murmurs, "You're so special it takes my breath away. Damn, I'm lucky." I mutter, "Me too," and then think about Robby and cringe feeling guilty again, but I can't lie to myself.
Ryan says, "This fucking meeting tomorrow is not just with Josh, ya know. All his supervisors from different departments will be there too. Something like eleven in all and we each need to give a two to three minute summary of where our unit's are presently as far as 'on-time' scheduling goes, and then make a projection for where we'll be a month from now. We're good, but I'll probably pee my pants giving my presentation. I've never been any good at public speaking." I go, "Me neither, but most people hate that." He shrugs, chuckling, "I wish you were gonna be there. I'd speak directly to you, ha ha." I say, "You'll do fine," and we finish our cigarettes recalling the few times we've had to speak in front of the class during 'Public Speaking' courses in high school. He passes me his cigarette butt and I drop his and mine in the three foot high ornamental vase we use as an ashtray. Walking back around to the front of the garage Ryan hands me his report, saying, "Drop this off in my room and get the barber kit." I take the report, "Okay," and walk to the back door thinking, 'Fuck, I was kinda hoping he'd forget about the haircut since I won't be here tomorrow morning'. Oh well, I stopped arguing about haircuts two weeks ago. It's just not important enough to argue about and he won't give in anyway, so why bother.
After dropping his report on his bedroom desk, I go down two flights of stairs to the cellar and get the barber kit. Thinking about getting another haircut I'm rubbing the hairs on top of my head. Just when my hair gets fuzzy-feeling it's time to get it cut. Wait! How will Ryan give Jeff and Tim haircuts tomorrow if I'm using the barber stuff for Chubby and Robby? Oh balls! Me being away this weekend is a touchy enough subject without me making an issue out of the barber tools. What I'll do is buy one of those home haircut kits for like thirty dollars at CVS and use that. What the fuck, it'll be good having a back-up set of barber equipment. One set for home and one for when I'm at Merrimack. Okay, problem solved. I won't even mention it to Ryan. In the garage Ryan's polishing his motorbike while I lay out the barber stuff on the table, the one that shouldn't be in a garage in the first place. Pulling my shirt over my head, I sit on the stool thinking about seeing Chubby again. My heart pounds a little harder just picturing his face. Ryan comes over and roughly rubs my head, mumbling, "Okay, I'll get you looking good for your visitors. Maybe an even closer, tighter haircut than usual." I know better than to say anything 'cause he'll do it the way he wants anyway. Picking up the clippers, he asks, "What are you going to tell Rob about us?" I say, "Um, pretty much what we talked about, Albert," and I get this scared feeling realizing I'm actually going to do it. I'm going to tell Robby about me falling in love with Ryan.
As usual there's no talking while Ryan's doing my haircut and the silence plus the clipper buzzing heightens both my fetishes: my submissive one and my strange haircut fetish. They roar together into my brain taking over my free will. These haircuts which are meant to be a reminder to me that Ryan's in-charge. I suppose because I'm going to be with Rob and Chubby this weekend it'll be even shorter than usual. His dominant side definitely comes out when he's cutting hair and he shows no mercy. It'll be as short a haircut as he wants to make it and he does it fast. I sit here and let him do it which activates my submissive side getting my dick buzzing along with the buzzing clippers. It's both thrilling and humiliating at the same time, so for five to ten minutes I'm almost trembling with strong mixed emotions. I look forward to these haircuts, while dreading them at the same time.
Ryan uses clipper without a guide on the sides and back of my head leaving my hair a sixteenth of a inch. I'm definitely sensing my fetishes right from the start, but it's when he gets to the part where he uses the clippers over the crown of my head that my cock bones-up. I'm gasping quietly, sitting here stiff as a board. I like the sexuality of it a lot even as I hate the shortness of the haircut. I have no control over my arousal and sometimes I think Timmy's right when he said mine is a more bizarre fetish than his. He gets sexually aroused being spanked. I don't spank him, Brad's the dom who spanks Tim. All Timmy and I do is suck and fuck, me doing the first part and him the second. My shoulders are covered with eighth inch hair clippings by the time Ryan's done the sides and back of my head. Then he uses the clippers on top, mumbling, "I'm taking it down further towards the front this time." I manage to go, "Uh huh." As the clippers move across my head making the subtle sound of clipping hairs, and now the clippings are longer as they shower down on my right shoulder. I gasp and a squirt of cum spurts out of my hard cock followed by a quiet moan of sexual pleasure. Ryan's used to me reacting this way knowing all about both my fetishes. He usually chuckles when I spontaneously cum in my pants.
Then, putting the quarter inch guide on the clippers, he runs the clipper back from my forehead and again I hear the sound of hairs being clipped off. One more time over the same place, pressing down this time, and more hair clipping sounds as my cock gets even harder. Ryan inspects his handiwork, then removes the guide again and holds the clipper on an angle cutting around the patch of quarter inch hair on top, blending it with the extremely short hair. Using both hands he roughly rubs my head all over, saying, "This feels good now. A nicely crisp, very short hung-ho marine look for my boy." I feel like a little boy too and it makes me squirm on the stool and rub my lap. Ryan says, "I've been watching and re-watching videos about the art of the fade haircut and I'm ready to try it on you guys. You're first, so you'll be my guinea pig." By now I'm in a deep submissive fog and his words sort of float in the air around me. I drift off into a submissive trance during these haircuts even as I realize somewhere in my brain how contradictory it is to get delicious submissive sexual sensations while feeling embarrassed by the haircut simultaneously. It's like I feel scalped, so there's mixed emotions. Whatever, I'm in no condition to argue his decision to use the trimmer clippers like regular clippers. He pushing them flat against the side of my head like shaving halfway up the sides and back of my head. The trick is blending the shaved area with the slightly longer hair, therefore the name 'fade' haircut. My eyes are half closed by the time he's finished with that. He pushes my head roughly indicating he's done, exclaiming, "Awesome! Here, take a look, Danny," passing the handheld mirror to me. I gawk at my reflection coming out of my submissive trance. The 'fade' part is actually an improvement over the previous versions of his specialty haircut because it makes rest of the hairs appear longer.
Yeah, but it's still ridiculously short. It's also very professional looking. I reluctantly admit, "Jeez, you're really good, Albert. That takes some skill." I don't think I could do it nearly as well, but then I wouldn't even try. Many professional athletes, especially young men of color, have short 'fade' haircuts similar to this. I've Googled fade haircuts because of my interest in haircutting and read that some professionals claim there's twelve steps to doing a good fade haircut. Ryan was already doing ten of them anyway, so now he's incorporated the last two. Ironically I'll get compliments for this haircut from as many people as those who will mock it. Of course most guys don't give a shit about haircuts one way or the other. Ryan's brushing the little clippings off my shoulder, asking, "So you like it, Danny?" I say, "Yeah, I think I do. To me it'd be perfect if you'd stop using the bare clippers on the top part of my fucking head." He says, "Well, it wouldn't be my specialty haircut then, would it?" I mumble, "I guess not." He's very pleased with himself as he rubs my head, then pushes it roughly, officially announcing, "You're done, boy," which gets my submissiveness buzzing around my groin again. He knows that, of course, which is why he does it. Gives me one last little thrill for my fetish. Ryan finishes polishing his motorbike while I sweep up the hair clippings, then put the clippers and guide back in the toiletry kit.
He kind of smirks, hesitating, then says, "Um, I gotta ride over to Jeff's place for half an hour or so, if that's okay with you." He always asks me if it's okay, but it sounds more like a statement than a question, so I do what I always do and shrug, asking, "Can I borrow the Mini?" Usually I give Tim a call, but I'm not going to this afternoon. Running my fingers over my scalped head, like we all do after Ryan's haircuts, he hands me the Mini's keys, saying, "That fucking haircut looks good, so stop rubbing your head like it's something new. You've been getting this weekly haircut for over two months now. Get used to it, fer chrissakes." Pulling my hand away, I say, "I am used to it! You didn't hear me complaining did you?" He mumbles, "No, and I don't want to hear you complaining," and then he does what he just told me not to do, he rubs my head, "That's a really short one this time. I may have overdone it a little. Looks pretty good though." I'm still feeling parts of my fetishes so I need to take a deep breath. The shot of spunk in my pants has cooled but it wasn't enough to stain through my khakis. Ryan swats my head, chuckling, then goes, "Come on, give me a smile and I kiss." I grin a little and put my arms around him kissing him the way he likes. He goes, "Thanks, that was nice. You okay?" I nod my head, "Yeah, I'm fine."
Ryan puts his helmet on, telling me, "Believe it or not, I'm not going over there to have sex. I'm saving that for you when I get back." I can't help but smile and mumble, "Good, I'm pretty horny after the, you know, the haircut. My fetishes and you got me all horned-up." He goes, "I know, I know, babe, and I'm gonna take care of that." He gets on the bike as I unconsciously adjust my junk squishing the gooey matter round a little. He starts the engine and the mufflers make that deep throaty sound. Ryan goes, "Jeff needs a tire and I'm giving him a ride to get one, then I'll be right back." I go, "Okay, I'll be here when you get back. I just need to get something at CVS." He asks, "Can I have another kiss so I know you're not mad at me?" I give him another kiss and add a little extra something to it with my arms around his neck, then say, "I'm not mad, Albert. I like the haircut." He grins patting my butt, "I'm glad, babe. Can't wait to try replicating it on the boys tomorrow. Maybe I just had beginners luck with you." I'm like, "Nah, you've a special natural talent for 'fade' haircuts." He's grinning at the compliment, as I'm saying, "See you in a half hour, Albert." With a wave he takes off leaving the smell of burning rubber in the garage with the back wheel squealing and the front one coming off the ground for a second. That's cool!
I watch him go thinking how I'd be fine having him as head of our household. I know I would, but I feel exactly the same way about Robby. I'm basically fucked one way or the other. Getting in the Mini trying not to think about Ryan, I drive downtown and park in the CVS parking lot. I always feel cool driving this car with the top down. Inside CVS I'm like, 'Huh, they have the Wahl home haircutting basic kit for $39.95, not $30 like I thought. Then there's the Wahl Professional All Star Combo of professional grade clipper and trimmer for $95.00 that's or sale for $69.95. That's the one I buy using my debit card from my Georgia bank account. Then I deposit my latest check of $575.00 at the ATM machine and drive back home. Ryan's motorbike is in the garage so he got back before me. I go right to my third floor bedroom to drop off my new barber equipment, very pleased with it and anxious to try it out on Robby and Chubby. Thinking Robby's name gives me pause, so I sit at my desk trying to make sense of it all. Oh my god, it's overwhelming because I can't pretend I don't feel about Ryan the way I do, and I know I love Robby as much as ever too. He's so sweet and sexy and cute and nice to me. And he has been for three years. Robby's conscientious too and he couldn't possibly show me more love. What am I gonna do?"
Ryan startles me, asking, "What's wrong?" He came up the secret staircase unexpectedly. I'm shaking my head that nothing's wrong except I have tears in my eyes. He comes over to stand next to me and puts his arm around my shoulders, "What is it, Danny?" I put my arms around him and the side of my face on his stomach, mumbling, "Nothing, it's, um, nothing. Look, I bought another set of barber equipment." I wasn't going to tell him but it's sitting right in front of him. He lets go of me and picks up the package, frowning and asking, "Why'd you do that?" Wiping my eyes, I'm like, "Oh, um, to give Chubby and, um, Rob, haircuts. They wanted me to, ya know, so...." He's confused, "You could have used your barber clippers. I'd do Jeff's and Tim's haircuts Monday after work, before baseball practice. Or after practice, whenever." I take a deep breath, "Oh yeah, I guess I didn't think of that, anyway now I have a back-up for college and home." He sits on the bed patting the mattress next to him so I get up and sit on the bed next to him. With his arm across my shoulders again, he says, "What are you upset about? Is it telling Rob about us." I nod, "Yeah, pretty much. I love him too." It's Ryan's turn to nod his head, then quietly say, "You're going to need to tell him about us sometime though, right?" I lean against Ryan because it feels good and it's become very comfortable, "Yeah, I guess," and he says, "Well fuck, it doesn't have to be this weekend if it's going to upset you ." I'm like, "Really? You wouldn't mind if I didn't tell him?" He says, "Not if it's going to upset you. Hey, I know I'm Johnny-come-lately compared to Rob and you, I understand that." That makes me like Ryan even more because he's being so considerate. I mumble, "That's nice of you, Albert, but I guess it wouldn't be fair to you or him if I chicken out telling him about us."
He takes a deep breath, then says, "I've been worried about this triangle situation and how it'll hurt you however it turns out. You're the nicest person I know and I know it'll hurt you to hurt Rob, or me. I feel bad about that and bad for which ever one of us gets left behind. I like Rob too ya know. I hate thinking about him being broken hearted almost as much as the thought of me being broken hearted. It's not your fault two guys fell in love with you." I don't know what to say so I slowly shake my head, then shrug. Ryan murmurs, "I wish I knew what to tell you, but I don't, Dylan, honestly I don't. It hurts me seeing you hurting." I go, "It's not your fault." He mumbles, "I know. My mother and her nutty thing with fucking names though, ya know? I miss calling you Dylan." I say, "Your mother's nice though," and he says, "You changed all that for me without even trying, like with one arm tied behind your back. She was never this nice to me before and I guess I wasn't as nice to her either." I grin, saying, "I used both arms." He chuckles, "Yeah, I guess ya did at that," and he gives me a hug. I feel safe with him and he's making me feel better about everything because he cares so much about me.
For a minute or so we sit here on the bed with neither of us saying anything. The silence doesn't bother me now when I'm with Ryan, or Robby for that matter. Chubby's the only other person I can say that about. Just the three of them. Even with my mom I'm not comfortable with extended silences. Of course that's never been a problem because mom is quite talkative and it's not easy getting a word in edgewise most of the time. She's an awesome mom though. Since being away I've texted her the most of anybody and we've talked on the phone a couple of times a week. I miss her. Ryan finally quietly asks, "What time is their plane landing?" I go, "Not till ten o'clock tonight." He says, "Come on, let's go out for a smoke," and we stand up with him rubbing my head again, asking, "You wearing your Marietta baseball cap tonight?" We walk down the front stairs as I tell him, "Probably, but not because of my haircut. They've seen this haircut many times. You started giving me these haircuts the last month of the semester. I just like wearing a hat." He says, "Last semester seems like a long time ago, doesn't it?" I mumble, "Yeah, it really does. So much has happened," and I start filling up again, but fight it off.
Ryan grabs us two Cokes from the refrigerator on our way through the kitchen and hands one to me. In the gazebo we crack the flip top lids on our Cokes and light cigarettes. Ryan asks, "Well, what have you decided to do about us and Rob?" Shrugging, I say, "Tell him. It's the only fair thing to do and I'm not wimping out on it." He nods, "I'll be thinking about you all weekend, Danny. I feel for you, honest to god I do. Are you going to mention that we might get our own apartment for junior year?" I say, "I'll mention we talked about it but that's still up in the air." He says, "It wouldn't work with me sharing a place with you guys." I mutter, "No, that'd be something way north of awkward." I look at him, "What do you think I should tell Rob?" He shakes his head, "You need to decide that. I don't want to influence you any more than I already have." I'm like, "I gotta be honest with Rob. It's a relief having decided what to do. I've been thinking about it since Monday after work when Chubby told me they're coming." He asks, "Was it a spur of the moment decision?" I shake my head, "No, Chubby told me he was coming awhile ago. Rob wanted to make it a surprise visit, but they couldn't figure out a way to make that work, and I'm glad."
I know I'm making the right decision. After all, there's nothing set in stone here. It's not like I'm saying it's over between Robby and me. Far from it. I've never committed a hundred percent to Ryan about anything. He knows I'm conflicted and that I'm the only one who can decide. It's interesting that after hearing Robby was coming for a visit Ryan didn't change a single thing we do together. He hasn't told me what I should say, he hasn't promised me any kind of favors or treated me any differently or tried 'buttering me up' as the saying goes. Christ, he just did the opposite by giving me a shorter haircut than usual. He's stayed consistent even though he knows I'll be pampered this weekend by Chubby and Robby. Ryan goes in the other direction and reestablishes that's he's gonna be the boss this summer and that's that. I got the message and I gotta admire him for it.
Glancing over at Ryan he's looking serious, like he's concerned about me, so to lighten things up I run my fingers through his hair for once, asking, "How about if I give you a haircut, Albert? Let me take care of you for once." He brightens, "Yeah, that'd be good, thanks. This same style though. You say it looks good on me, right?" I say, "Yeah, it the best I've come up with so far for you." He pulls me up by my hand and then holds it as we walk from the gazebo into the hot sun and around to the front of the garage. I
ask, "Do you know what we're having for dinner tonight?" He's like, "Whatever we want. Don't you remember my parents are eating out tonight. Mother met father right after work for drinks downtown, then they're having dinner with two other couples." I nod, "Oh yeah, that's right." The barber kit is still in the garage so I get the stuff out and take my time giving Ryan a haircut. Cutting guys' hair is fun, but other than Sammy and his brothers I haven't done much of it in Marietta. Ryan's been doing the haircutting. This haircut I came up with for Ryan is basically a longish version of my favorite teenager haircut although I don't do Ryan nearly as short. I leave the sides full, outlining around the ear with the trimmer and just a little taper at the neck line. He has dense hair, very good hair, and the bangs stay up without hair gel. I take my time doing the haircut and when I'm satisfied I give the side of his forehead a big kiss inhaling his personal scent. Certain guys get a little affection from me along with their haircut.
Ryan stands-up and we both brush short hair clipping off his shoulders. I like feeling his hot hard body. "Thanks, Danny," then he looks me in the eyes, murmuring, "I'm going to miss you a lot, you know." He's been such a good boss and friend to me, and our love-making is right up there with the best I've had so I put my hands behind his neck and pull his head over for a kiss on the lips. I do it the way he likes me to do it. He smiles, "Thanks for the kiss," as he goes to straighten-up, but I don't let go of him. I get my arms around the back of his neck now and give him a longer version of the kiss and his hands go under my t-shirt rubbing my body. We get into some hot kissing and licking, then he does some licks up the front of my nose leaving saliva glistening there with some of it getting sniffed up into my sinus making me sneeze. Ryan pulls up my t-shirt to wipe my nose, then pulls it over my head and drops it on the floor. Bare chest against bare chest we continue groping each other while making-out with sloppy kisses making wet mouth sounds, both of us with hard cocks now. I'm doing quiet moans of sexual arousal as his skimpy beard tickles my upper lip and desire for him grows and grows until it's like an ache at my groin. It's become something like need by now, a need to be fucked by Ryan's large cock with his sexual scent in my head. I'm hot for his dominance, his hot body, sexy looks and sexual prowess. That, plus his professed love for me is something I can't resist lately and in fact, I need it. The thought, 'Only when love and need are one, and the work is play for mortal stakes...' comes to me from my high school days. A poem I from which I remember only those words. 'Love and need is one', that I remember.
Ryan and I are really into each other groping each other's body, kissing and licking. We get sticky with each other's saliva and perspiration in the ninety degree heat in the garage. Intense sexually arousal has us both sounding a little like animals in heat. Ryan jerks down my work khakis and grabs my balls to squeeze hard enough so my body gets stiff and still. Breathlessly he gasps, "Pull my pants down." I fumble with the snap rubbing my cheek against his, then pull down the zipper and his big hard cock comes right out through the fly of his underwear. Ryan lets go of my balls turning me around. His arm goes around the front of my neck holding my head back against his shoulder, his hard bicep muscle bulging under my chin. The head of his dripping cock is against my asshole, then it's past my sphincter muscles and straight up my ass with my back arching away from Ryan's body. His other arm goes around my waist and he pulls me tightly back against him, my back to his chest as the last inch of his eight inch boner slides very tightly inside me. I gasp at his sexual dominance as the pain's already reducing. It still hurt when his long engorged cock went right up my ass, but I took it all inside me without a complaint or a sputtered groan of pain. Ryan's lips are on my ear, "That's my good boy, Danny," and a hard hump against my buttocks as he pulls the back of my head tighter against his shoulder. I'm shuddering a little, totally submissive now. He mumbles, "That's was great, and oh man, if you only knew how awesome it feels to be able to drive my cock right up your sweet ass, all the way up without hurting you. It's unbelievable!" I feel him shuddering now, then again. No withdrawal, just another dominant hump against my buttocks pulling me back so I need to go up on my toes this time. His boner grows harder and fatter inside me, and I gasp, "Aaaaah, that feels good." It's hard to describe, but being filled up like this back there, and so quickly too, it's like the perfect fit."
I moan with pleasure again as a wave of nerve ending sensations from my rectum sizzle around my midsection with a buzzing in my groin, this time making my shoulders shudder. Ryan murmurs, "Yeah, my cock and your rectum have become very familiar with each other," and he finally withdraws his boner letting me down off my toes. His big boner pulls back until the bulbous head catches at the lips of my anus. He stretches my asshole lips back, waits a beat, and then right back up my ass goes his hard cock with a long moan of pleasure from me as I press my ass back against him, "Oooh god that feels good," and he begins fucking me steadily. From the first thrust I'm going, "Oooh," with each run of that fat-headed boner moving eight inches up my ass again and again. "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Albert, ooh, yeah, oooh!" He keeps his arm around the front of my neck and an arm around my waist but I'm not trying to pull away or arch my back now. I'm flat against him pressing against his chest and crotch. My throbbing boner is sticking six inches straight out from my groin so tight it's doesn't move when he slams into my butt cheeks. My cock is like a statue of an erected penis, feeling so good I want to stroke it. I don't though because Ryan would just slap my hand away.
As my orgasm grows so does Ryan's and he joins me with moans of pleasure. I've changed my mantra to, "Umm, umm, umm, umm, umm," with each thrust up my ass. The closer my orgasm gets the faster I say it until, "Umm, ooh Albert I'm gonna.." and my back does arch now while at the same time Ryan gasps and shoots his load inside me as my hips hump. I squeal and almost pass-out from overloaded sensory intake as cum streaks from my stone penis in a long straight line. It's motionless, hanging in the air for a fraction of a second, and then drops to the floor of the garage as I shake and hump a second shot of cum from my nuts. I don't see that one because my eyes are tightly closed concentrating on how it feels rather than what it looks like coming out. My eyes pop open as I'm shaking a little with Ryan tightening his hold on me and humping against my ass grunting. His face feeds hot against the
side of my face and neck. Three hard humps followed by a half dozen lazy eight-inch thrusts up my ass. He lets go of me gasping, pulling his cock out of my ass. He's chuckling, then mumbles, "Holy fuck, just when I think it can't get any better, it gets better." He bends at the waist with his hands on his knees breathing fast and hard, his big cock shiny with jism. I'm leaning against the table looking at the barber tools as the fast moving last ripples of my orgasm sneak away, and then I sigh contentedly as Ryan's cum drools from my ass and runs down the back of my legs.
Still catching my breath, I'm like, "You're a superstar fucker, Albert, and you're right about the one big thrust up my ass. Oh fuck, that felt good." He's nodding his head, "Ya know, when we get married we're gonna fuck ourselves to death, Danny." I mumble, "What a way to go." Another deep breath, then he's like, "Get over here and suck my cock a little bit?" I get on my knees and take it in my mouth sucking and lapping at it until it's fairly hard again. Ryan's letting out little grunts and shuffling his feet, but when his cock's hard enough to take in my throat Ryan fucks my throat a few times gasping, his damp pubic hairs surrounding my mouth, and when he pulls it out it's a hard boner now. It slides hard and sloppy across my face as I lick his balls until he turns around and I get into a serious rimming of his ass with my tongue way up there tasting acrid matter. Oh man, this is such a totally submissive sex act my cock's as hard as wood again. Ryan's hunching over, his hands on his knees as he moans out quiet sounds of sexual pleasure. Finally he turns around, roughly pushes me forward into the doggy fucking position, and fucks me rabbit-fast for four or five minutes until I hump squealing and a short four inch shot of something flies out of my boner leaving me weak and tingling all over. Ryan has some sort of climax humping against my ass grunting and moaning even more than he did with his earlier climax.
Now we're both sweating and gasping, finally sexually satisfied. I get up and walk bowlegged making both of us laugh. I'm not actually hurt in there, but if I was staying the night I might be hurting by morning. I mean after this afternoon sex-a-thon, then a bedtime and morning fuck I'd be pretty sore. Ryan pulls my pants up with his cum squishing into my underpants and some already dried on my buttocks and the back of my legs. "We're taking a shower now." I'm still feeling some of the delicious submissiveness from our sex as I watch Ryan buttoning his own pants. He barely nods his head at me well aware of my condition. Giving my sticky ass a swat, he goes, "Come on," and takes my hand. By the time we're in his bedroom most of the submissiveness has leaked away. Cum has soaked all the way through my khakis in back by now. A big cum stain that we both chuckle at with a little shake of our
heads. No hanky/panky in the shower even though we take it together. It's hard for me to go directly from a deep submissive sense back to normalcy so I shampoo his hair sliding my hands over his chest and shoulders spreading the shampoo suds on him. Ryan smiles and enjoys the way I lean against him. When someone sexually satisfies me the way Ryan does I feel close to them and act a little clingy, but by the end of the shower I'm my old self. We're in good spirits while drying ourselves and decide we'll go back to that over-priced Italian restaurant for dinner. When we're dressed, Ryan tells me to call for reservations and I learn the only reservation available tonight is at six-thirty, which if we leave right now with me driving, we can make. So that's what we do.
During the ride Ryan only tells me twice to, "Slow the fuck down!" We get to the restaurant and are seated in our favorite waiter's station at exactly six-thirty. The waiter doesn't remember us though, so we go through the same routine as last time with him checking our drivers license and deciding we're close enough to twenty-one to serve us a cocktail. He takes our order for two Manhattans straight up and when he leaves, Ryan says, "I hope this Manhattan cocktail isn't as horrible as the martinis we had last time." I mutter, "You big baby," and we smirk at each other. It's fun being together. I feel safe and totally comfortable with him and I like looking at him, especially after I've just given him a cool haircut. I say, "You fuck me good, Albert. That was so sexy in the garage." He shrugs, "There isn't anything anyone could say to me that I'd like hearing more than that. Thanks, Danny." Before we left the house Ryan used a beard trimmer on his skimpy beard and it's pretty short now, but still as sexy looking as ever. It feels sexiest against my face when it's like a half inch long. I'm staring at him again until he grins, saying, "I'd be self conscious if anyone but you stared at me as much as you do." I shrug, "I like looking at you, you're sexy." He says, "Compared to your looks I'm a fucking troll." I just shake my head, "You put yourself down too much. What's Jeff say about how sexy you look?" He goes, "Frankly I'm getting a little bored with him. Have you noticed he can be a bit of a snob?" I go, "No, I didn't notice that at all. Anyway Tim and Jeff are just kids so give them some slack." He says, "Yeah, we were doing pretty fucking good just you and me before meeting them. How do we get rid of them though?" Our drinks arrive as I say, "Who's being a snob now?"
We order different entrees than last time we were here, broadening our culinary experiences. Then, clicking our Manhattan drink glasses together, Ryan asks, "What should we toast to?" and I say, "Um, to us," and that's what we do. Why not? I don't know what's going to happen, but I know I'll be fine with either Ryan or Robby. One of them will probably feel they've lost though, and I know that sounds conceited of me. Anyway I'm going to feel as bad as they do about that. I hate being the bad guy. Ryan tastes his drink and says, "Well, it ain't lemonade-good, but it's kinda sweet and not nearly as bad as the martini." I chuckle, "That's quite an endorsement." We keep our conversation light during dinner, talking about stuff we've been experiencing like the things that happened at work with the guys, coworkers who have turned-out to be friends. And that includes the Smith brothers. Ryan followed through on his plan to push the tables together in our little lunch and break room so we all eat and drink together. It's worked great and we've even gotten in the habit of switching lunches with each other, so I guess we've all bonded as a team. The baseball team is bonding too. Both our losses were by only one run, so we think we have a pretty good team. Our two wins both came when the black dude, 'Speed' was pitching. He's a bit of a diva, but okay most of the time.
We don't talk about this weekend and especially we don't talk about me telling Robby the plans Ryan and I have been thinking about. That's in the back of my mind throughout the dinner though, and even though I can tell Ryan knows it is, he doesn't mention it. As Ryan's telling me about Josh Day's morning meetings with him, I'm trying to remember that conversation Robby and I had when he told me he finally feels he'd get over us breaking up if it ever came to that. For a couple of years he wouldn't let himself even think of us not being together. He claimed he's matured enough that if something happened and we split-up he'd move on with his life. The trouble is I don't remember enough of that conversation to know if it'd be helpful to mention it when telling him about me and Ryan. Hell, I don't even remember what caused that conversation in the first place. What I do know is until two weeks ago I was positively certain that Robby and I would ride off together into the sunset forever, and then a couple of weeks ago it struck me that I'd fallen in love with Ryan. He wasn't surprised I fell in love with him, but I was. I was fucking shocked and frightened by it. It's disturbing, but also wonderful.
After dinner he asks, "What time is it?" and I check my watch, "Jeez, it's almost eight-thirty." he nods, "Guess we should head for the airport, huh?" I nod and shrug, not really wanting to go. Ryan insists on paying for dinner and I don't feel like arguing about it. He always wins our arguments anyway, so I mumble, "Thank you, Albert. Next time it's on me." Outside we get in the Mini with Ryan driving. It's sort of a solemn ride to the airport, but Ryan left the top down and driving on the highway it's hard to talk without yelling over the traffic noise anyway. That's probably why he left the top down. Then at the airport I wasn't expecting him to park, but he pulls into the short term parking lot. I didn't know he was coming in with me. Grabbing my satchel we cross the road to the airport and inside he says, "I'll walk to the terminal with you and make sure the plane's on time. Wouldn't want you stuck here alone for hours if it's delayed." I mutter, "Yeah, thanks. You going to say hi to the guys?" He shakes his head, then looks at me grinning, "Your brother said he's going to kick my ass for kidnapping you this summer. Can't have that." I chuckle, "He's always joking around."
We check the big board to find what gate they're coming into and we see the flight from Logan is: 'On Time'. Ryan stops and takes hold of my arm, pulling me aside. "Let me check you out, Danny. I gotta be sure I'm turning you over to Rob looking sharp." I'm smelling the back of my wrist so Ryan pulls my hand away and looks at me, saying, "Goddammit, Danny! Don't slouch, I've told you that fifty times. You look, I don't know, lazy and dopey slouching." I straighten up, muttering, "Sorry." He smiles at me now, "Okay good, you look good," and he reaches up brushing an imaginary something from my cheek, saying, "Rob's going to eat you up after a month without you. Don't let him eat you though, I want something left of you Sunday night." I smirk, "Okay, duly noted. Don't let Rob eat me. Anything else?" He shrugs, "I'd like to tell you a lot of things, but I won't." I ask, "Don't you have any advice for me?" He shrugs again, "Well, since you asked, um, tell it right out matter-of-fact like, as opposed to sounding apologetic. Whatever you're going to tell him, don't say it like you've committed a crime or something. You fell in love with me, like you did with him. It's not unheard of, so just say it. And tell him the things you've told me. Tell Rob how you feel about me, the things you've said to me about admiring me and how well I've handled being in-charge of us, um, of you. And how happy you are being here with me. All the complimentary things you've told me, not to pump me up, but so he knows you're serious."
I'm kinda realizing how hard this is going to be and my balls are shriveling up into little peas. Ryan says, "You used the word 'fair' earlier today and I agree with you. It's only fair the three of us are honest with one another. Can you do all that convincingly?" Thinking of all the compliments I've had for Ryan since I've been here, the thought of telling them to Robby makes me blush. My face grows hot as I stammer, "It's not like, I mean, really necessary to go into every single detail. Um, how 'bout if I just say, um, what you said at first. The straight-out part." He asks, "You meant all the things you've been telling me the last few weeks, right?" I nod, "Uh huh," and he says, "Oh, and don't forget the part about us sharing our own apartment for junior year." Oh fuck! I look at the floor, mumbling, "Well, you and I have talked about it, yeah." He goes, "Well, tell him that so he c an make plans of his own." I take a deep breath nodding my head, not at all sure I can pull this off. Ryan's smiling, "Okay, good! You'll be fine. I'm not going through security though so I guess it's time to say goodbye for a couple of days. Give me a good hug and kiss to hold me over until you're back." We get our arms around each other and I kiss him the way he likes me to do it as he rubs up and down my back giving me nice shivers. The sides of our faces come together, then another tight hug as I inhale his scent not wanting him to go, but he takes his arms away, saying, "I really hope you have a nice time, Dylan. And I can't wait for first semester when I can call you 'Dylan' all the time." He adjusts my hat, then stands back, "You look great, babe! Well, um, I guess I should go and let you get to the gate." I nod and he walks backwards a few steps, waves at me, then turns around and walks back the way we came. I watch him go until he's out of sight, then look around and see people openly staring at me. Guess they're not used to gay guys saying goodbye to a lover.
Picking up my satchel, I get in line for security feeling very alone. Except for sleeping, Ryan's hardly been out of my sight in four weeks. Maybe for an hour once in awhile while we fuck with our side-sex buddies. That's it though and I guess I've become dependent on him being there for me. He's always looking out for me like that time he yelled at our golf coach the first week. He's done things like that a dozen times during the month and it's like no big deal except I've come to assume Ryan will take care of this or that. No problem. He's decided everything for us, like when we stay in or go out, when we have a smoke, when we shower or have sex and what kind of sex it'll be, and every other thing I can think of. And I like it too. I can't think of a single time we did anything I didn't want to do. Early on he embarrassed me a few times by sending me on errands to impress his parents. When he made his point though that was the end of that. He didn't press it or take it to higher levels, he's stopped doing that because it isn't necessary anymore. Everyone's got the message, including me. I understood it and I'd agreed to it even before we left college. It's not like he sprung it on me out of thin air. We had an outline of his in-charge status before we even left for Georgia. Looking around I realize that I miss him being here and doing all those things.
I get through security enduring the usual hassle, then walk down to the gate they'll be coming in at and sit in a seat where I can look down the tunnel and see them coming. Okay, yeah I've been dependent on Ryan, but it's nice having little matters decided for me. Guess I've gotten lazy and very comfortable letting Ryan be in-charge of us, in charge of me actually. Definitely wussy of me and I've regressed maturity-wise, but fuck... I like it. Robby is basically way too nice to be like Ryan, and I don't mean Ryan's not nice because he is, but he can be stern too and insist on certain little things I need to do that Robby would give in to me in a second without even thinking about it. I've probably taken advantage of Robby's good heart too many times. I can't get away with that stuff when Ryan's in-charge, no fuckin' way. Robby's so sweet though, and nice and I love him to death, but is he who I need?. Me being me, and me apparently not about to change any time soon I think I need Ryan in my life. I can't imagine how this past month could have been any better. Smelling the back of my wrist again I look around for Ryan even though I know he's not here. Fuck!
Okay, I start telling myself to smile, be happy, and don't fuck-up this reunion with any talk of changes right away. Certainly not tonight. I'll talk to Chubby first when I'm alone with him. Talk it out and see what my brother suggests. Then, alone with Robby, like in bed, I'll be honest and tell him what I've been thinking, meaning maybe Ryan is who I need even more than Robby. It's not a matter of who I love the most, but who I need the most. Fuck, that sounds so selfish! Oh god, I'm not sure I can do this. Then I glance at the board and see their plane's taxiing to the gate and my heart starts pounding. I can't remember ever being this nervous, or maybe I'm scared. Where's my fucking satchel? Oh, it's right next to me. I stand up, then sit down tapping my foot and opening the satchel to put my Marietta baseball cap inside. Why'd I do that? I take it out again and put it on, then stand up feeling stupid and childish. Huh, I haven't matured one fucking iota! Not that I have a fucking clue what an iota is. I'm hyperventilating until I realize I'm not going to say anything to either Chubby or Robby about me and Ryan. Not this weekend! That's for a later time. Jesus, get a fuckin' grip, Danny, um, Dylan! I look around again wishing Ryan were here for moral support. I'm never like this when he's with me. He takes care of things. Oh fuck, some passengers from the Logan flight are walking up the tunnel...
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com
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