DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION
Chapter 28
by Donny Mumford
Ryan and I are sitting in the gazebo holding empty beer bottles thinking our own thoughts. I'm thinking that everything considered our 'talk' went about as well as could be expected. I told him about my teen fantasy of having a sub/dom sex partner, one who continues being in-charge after sex. Ryan fulfilled that fantasy role almost perfectly and that fooled me into thinking I might be in love with him. That's an example right there of me clinging immaturely to a childhood fantasy. Spending the weekend with Robby was a reality check, snapping me out of fantasy land. He's my true love... and the hell with the fantasy. Hell, love doesn't need to make sense and it often doesn't. I'll leave fantasy love for others from now on.
It'll probably be a little awkward around here for awhile, then hopefully Ryan and I can continue with the plans we made before leaving Merrimack. Those plans never included me falling in love with him. Perhaps that was in his plans, but definitely not in our plans. The bogus plans we were making here in Marietta were fantasy day dreams, pure and simple. Ryan breaks the silence, saying, "Okay, I've got the picture. Moving forward though you're Danny, not Dylan, as long as you're living with me anyway." That almost sounds threatening, but I chose to take it lightly, saying, "Yes sir, boss." Without smiling, Ryan adds, "Good, then go get us a couple more beers." Still trying to keep the mood light, I say, "You're awfully good at being in charge, Albert," although it came out sounding slightly sarcastic. He shrugs, acting annoyed. Standing up I start to go for the beers, then stop and say, "Um, seriously, you've been wonderful about everything and I do feel bad for misleading you. If it's okay with you I'd like to give you a make-up kiss hoping we can be our old selves again." He rolls his eyes motioning with his hand to, 'bring it on'. I lean down to him give him an open-mouth wet sloppy kiss and it leads to a hot make-out. We've always had the hots for each other and it appears we still do. I end up sitting on his knees facing him getting a painfully hard boner. Finally, gasping for air, I slide my lips off his and lay my forehead on his shoulder, my arms loosely around his neck.
When I catch my breath, I murmur in his ear, "In case you didn't know, this has been foreplay." He strains his neck looking back towards the house, then says, "Yeah? Well, my parents are inside getting ready for their dinner with the Blakes. What the fuck, pull your pants down and I'll give you another hard fucking since you claim we're still side-sex buddies." Ignoring the sarcasm I ruffle his short hair and stand up pulling my underwear and pants down to my knees, "You're still kinda grumpy, huh, Albert?" He mutters, "Not without reason," then, "Take 'em all the way off," meaning my pants. I feel very uncomfortable standing here without anything on below my waist, but I do as he says hoping he'll get in a better mood. Ryan reaches over and squeezes my nuts hard making me go up on my toes grunting and bending forward with a hand on each of his shoulders, "Oow." He mutters, "Oh come on, I used to squeeze the shit out of your balls and you learned to like it." Bullshit! But I nod, mumbling, "It's okay," figuring I deserved it. I've got what ya might call a guilty conscience.
Still holding my nuts he pulls his big semi-hard cock out through the fly of his baseball uniform's pants. Then, letting go of my nuts, he strokes his big cock, saying, "Step closer!" I step in between his legs and, shockingly, he bends down taking my hard cock in his mouth. His lips and tongue do magical things on my pecker and within twenty seconds I'm leaning over again, supporting myself with a hand on each of his shoulders gasping and moaning, then "Oh oh, Albert, I'm gonna cum," He takes my cock out of his mouth swirling his tongue around and smacking his lips like he's savoring the taste of my cock. Without smiling, he asks, "Do I still seem grumpy?" I don't say it, but yeah, he does. Without looking at me, he mumbles, "That the way a professional cock-sucker sucks cock." Looking up at me, he adds, "Your precum is mighty tasty, by the way." I'm still blowing out short bursts of air, puffing my cheeks out waiting until the urge to climax subsides. Holy shit, he gives awesome head!
After catching my breath, I'm like, "Wow, how'd you do that?" He shrugs, "I've sucked a hell of a lot of cock. The thing is, back in the day if I didn't do it really good I'd get a beating from one of the dominant sex perverts in my past. That was my incentive to do it good." Then he wistfully adds, "Now it's like I can't imagine why I ever let myself be abused like that."
I ask, "Don't you ever yearn to experience submissiveness again?" He's lightly squeezing my nuts now, making me nervous, "Fuck no, I'm over that submissive nonsense. That's for guys like you to grovel in." I go, "Don't be mean, Albert. You're not a mean person." He goes, "All I'm saying is being submissive is totally out of my system." A little tighter squeeze on my nuts, as he says, "And you helped me to finally be done with all that. You and that asshole at Merrimack. It's like something finally clicked in my brain and left me wondering: what the fuck was that all about?" I go, "Huh."
Another quick dominant squeeze on my nuts, "Oh! Ow!" and he chuckles. I go, "Stop doing that!" He squeezes then again, then lets go. In a calmer voice, I ask, "Why do you think I still get a kick out of being submissive?" He snorts, then says, "I have no fucking idea. I really don't." He's still not acting friendly, so I ask, "Can you show me how to do that thing with your tongue when you sucked my dick?" He says, "Nah, my tongue is ambidextrous or something. I was born with it like that, and you weren't. A freak of nature, that plus a lot of practice." I go, "Yeah, you do have a very maneuverable tongue, especially while making-out." Holding his cock up, he mumbles, "Yeah well, it's your turn." I get on my knees between his, asking, "Did you forget how to grin? I miss your cute grin." He just nods his head at his dick, so I go down on it. No way I can duplicate his tongue action, not even a little bit. Still, I suck a rock-hard boner on his penis. As I'm sucking out some watery precum he puts his hand on my forehead pushing my head away, "That's enough or I'll cum in your mouth." I say, "You can if you want." Okay, so I'm brown-nosing a little. It doesn't seem to be working though, as he goes, "No, I don't want to cum in your mouth. What I do want is for you to sit on my cock." Before I can do that we hear the side door of the house slam. I stand right up putting my underwear and shorts on as Ryan puts his boner away, mumbling, "What the fuck? They never get ready to go out this fast."
I sit on the bench as we're both trying to see who came out of the house. "It's your mother," he nods his head and we watch her going into the garage. A few seconds later she comes out with a shopping bag. Ryan goes, "Oh, she probably bought something new to wear tonight and forgot to take it in the
house." I'm rubbing my crotch, mumbling, "Jesus, you've got me horny as hell." Irritably he says, "You're the horniest guy I've ever known." I'm like, "Can't help it. Making-out with you gets me hot, and then you sucked my dick with your ambidextrous tongue and your sexy lips. I mean, fuck, whaddaya expect?" Ignoring that, he roughly rubs my head, asking, "Did any of those guys give you any shit about your haircut?" I shrug, "Just Robby, like I told you. Spider liked it and said it was a cool. And, ya know, Chubby's seen it before at college." Ryan tells me about Tim's and Jeff's haircuts Saturday morning, "I wasn't in the best of moods thinking about you being brainwashed by your brother and Rob, so I cut their hair extra short taking it out on them. And ya know what: they both told me it's the best summer haircut they've ever had." I go, "They're just a couple of brown-nosing kids, Albert."
We hear the side door close and we both look over, then Ryan goes, "I started to ask you this a little while ago. Do you know Mike Bloom? He's from church and Bible study." I'm like, "Is he the guy you were talking with last Wednesday night? The redhead who smokes unfiltered cigarettes." Ryan nods, "Yeah, him. Do you think he's hot?" I shrug, "He's okay I guess. Nothing special though," and Ryan's like, "What? You don't think he's hot?" Avoiding that, I ask, "Is he gay?" and Ryan shrugs, "I think so, although he didn't come out and say as much. He was hinting around that we should grab a beer together sometime." I go, "Oh yeah? What's his story?" Ryan says, "Basically I know he just turned twenty-two and he's a senior at North Carolina State." I look at him, "Why didn't you say something to me about this last week? You gonna go out with him?" Ryan says, "Yeah, I'll probably go out with him, but I wanted to think about it first. Why, do you think I should go out with him?" I go, "What else do you know about him?" "Well, he's in the Army reserves and works at his father's Deli downtown. I've been in that place maybe five times in my life and every time he was at the register. His eyes remind me of yours." I go, "Huh, yeah, you should go out with him." My first inclination is to have a twinge of jealousy, but I just told him my heart belongs to Robby so why shouldn't he try finding someone his heart belongs to?
Lighting another cigarette, Ryan takes a drag and while exhaling, says, "Yeah, I was thinking of calling him and seeing if he wants to grab a beer tonight." Tonight? Oh, so this is payback for me putting the kibosh on our bogus plans, pure and simple. Well we had our welcome home sex ten minutes after I got back. Fair enough. I say, "Yeah, give him a call." Ryan takes out his cell phone, mumbling, "I'm kinda nervous. Don't know why I should be though. I mean he's the one who came-on to me, assuming I haven't misread him." He's scrolling through his list of phone numbers, mumbling, "I logged his phone number in here someplace, then, "He never said he was gay, but I got the feeling he is." I go, "Well fuck, call him already." I don't really have any right to be upset about this, but I am a little bit. Ryan calls and after what sounds like an awkward conversation from Ryan's end, they're on for tonight. Putting his cellphone in his pocket, he's blushing, saying, "Damn, I was nervous! He wants to go out tonight although he seemed shyer on the phone than he was in person last Wednesday." I shrug, "Huh. Um, what are you gonna tell Jeff?" Ryan frowns, "Jeff? I don't need to tell him anything. He's only a side-sex buddy; I'm not serious about him. He's getting too clingy and he's immature." I'm like, "Oh yeah? Huh. Well, um, ya know, what are we gonna do about dinner since your parents are going out to eat?" He makes a 'face', then chuckles, saying, "That's the date. Mike and I are gonna have dinner together. He has an apartment and claims to be a good cook." I give him a blank expression, and he adds, "I'll bet he can't cook like you can though." Shrugging at that, I'm pissed-off because it's just rude leaving me alone for dinner. Rubbing the back of my wrist against my nose, I mumble, "I suppose you're taking the Mini," and he says, "Yeah, of course! Oh wait, you'd be stuck here if I take the Mini." I shrug again, and he goes, "What the fuck, I'll take my motorbike and you can use the Mini. Call Timmy or something. I saw him whispering to you at the game."
I'm doing a lot of shrugging this afternoon, as I say, "This is my first night back, Albert, and I thought..." He's irritated, "What the fuck? You told me to call him." Another shrug, "Yeah, but I didn't think you'd make a diner date for tonight." More silence, so I light a cigarette feeling stupid for objecting because this could be the perfect answer to everything. If it turns out this Mike dweeb is the guy Ryan falls head over heels for, Ryan and me can get back to being just side-sex buddies without all the angst. This time I break the silence, saying, "Hey, I'm just breaking your balls, Albert. Actually this is good for both of us." He says, "It probably won't work out as anything special." I say, "Well, I hope it does work out. Don't worry about me tonight, and thanks for letting me use the Mini." He goes, "No problem," as he passes me his cigarette butt. I drop it in the big vase-ashtray while he's telling me, "I better get myself inside and shower for my first date ever." Jeez, this is Ryan's first date? Yeah, I guess it is. That sort of softens my attitude about things. I hug his shoulders, "Hope it works out for you." Ryan asks, "Do you think I should bring a condom?" I nod, "Oh yeah, be optimistic." He goes, "Fuck, I'm nervous. Maybe you could come with me and whisper to me what I should do and say," and he chuckles nervously. Jesus, his first date ever. I ask, "Didn't you ever consider you and me on a date?" He goes, "No, and that's odd, isn't it? Did you ever think we were on a date?" I shrug for the hundredth time this afternoon, saying, "No, I guess I didn't either. Weird, huh?" Every time Willie and I went out he called it a 'date'.
Walking with Ryan to the house I'm wondering what I'll do tonight. I guess call Timmy, but what'll I do for dinner? I hate eating alone. Huh, it's only five o'clock so too early for dinner anyway. Following Ryan inside and when he goes into his bedroom I follow him in there too, asking, "So this Mike person has his own apartment, huh?" Ryan goes, "Yeah, that's pretty cool, isn't it?" I ask, "What's he making for dinner, do ya know?" Ryan's taking off the shirt of his baseball uniform, saying, "I didn't ask. Should I take something like, I don't know, a bottle of wine or something?" I chuckle, "How 'bout flowers?" and he just shakers his head. "Nah, I'd feel stupid taking anything. He might not even be gay." I plop on his bed, "He knows you're gay and he asked you to his apartment, so he's gay and he's apparently got the hots for you." Ryan says, "Damn, it's the strangest thing to all of a sudden be kinda popular." I mumble, "I've been telling you for two years you're hot. Now that you've come out of your shell and joined the rest of us you see I was right. First Jeff, then Timmy, and now this guy, Mike." He drops his pants, saying, "Timmy's got the hots for you, not me. It's funny that I lusted after Tim last summer, then when I got to know him it was like ... nothing. You can have him, but Jeff's another story." Ryan's selecting what he's going to wear tonight, neatly laying each piece of clothing on the bed next to where I'm laying, then underpants and socks. He mumbles, "Jeff's the first guy ever to suck-up to me openly. So sure he's clingy and immature, but he's always telling me compliments and trying to do things for me. Always asking if I want him to get me this or that. Ha ha, but like I said it gets tiresome after a while." I say, "Jesus, you're getting a big head," but he didn't hear me because he walked into the bathroom and now the shower turns on.
Seeing Ryan laying out his church clothes before going into the bathroom makes me smile because I missed church this morning, without missing it one bit. Flopping over on his bed I put my face in Ryan's pillow. Damn he smells good. Huh, maybe this kid, Mike, is the reason Ryan so easily accepted my decision about Robby. It's like he not only expected I'd come back changing my mind, but he's secretly kind of good with it. I mean, sure he was grumpy because nobody likes being rejected, but other than being a little nasty he just about shrugged the whole thing off. That's kind of disappointing actually, but for the best obviously. Still, it's puzzling. I'm trying to get a picture of this Mike guy in my head and I'm pretty sure I have an accurate picture of him. I seriously don't see what's so special about him. Ryan saying Mike's hot is a huge stretch. Maybe he has a great personality or something. He's not goofy looking or anything like that, just kind of a nondescript guy. Smelling Ryan's pillow again I'm not sure how I feel, although maybe this will turn out to be that miracle I was hoping for. The one where Ryan falls in love for real with someone other than me.
Ten minutes later he comes out of the bathroom naked, towel-drying his hair. I stare at his eight inch flaccid penis and get a squirmy feeling low in my belly. Ya know what? Ryan has sexy legs too, and then there's that great body of his. I say, "You're sexy-hot, Ryan." He drops the towel, "Oh yeah? Thanks." He shakes his head slowly, "Christ, probably nothing will even happen tonight," and I go, "Take the upper hand and let him know you're interested in him." I have this crazy urge to ask Ryan for a quick hot fuck, but
I'm not going to do that. In fact I'm going to stop asking him for it all together. I'll wait for him to initiate sex from now on because I need to get over my infatuation with his sex. It's awesome sex, but sooner or later Ryan's side-sex has to end. Fuck, I hate change! Dressed now, he asks, "Am I overdressed do ya think?" He has on clothes he wears to church, but without the tie. I go, "Nope, that's the way Mike knows you, the way you're dressed now." Ryan's looking at himself in the mirror messing with his hair. "I really like this haircut, Danny." I mumble, "I'd like it on me too," and he points a finger at me, "Don't start up with that shit again!" Just a reminder he's still doing the Ryan-in-charge thing I guess. Maybe I should put an end to that too. Nah, if I'm giving up asking for sex, that's enough of a change for now, so I mutter, "Sorry."
Irritated again, Ryan says, "I just fucking told you about the haircut situation fifteen minutes ago," and I mumble, "I was only kidding, Albert." He says, "Well don't! Sometimes you're more immature than Jeff, if you can believe that." He's changing his shirt, "This goes better with these pants, don't ya think." Obviously he's still comfortable being bossy to me. I say, "Yep, you're right, that shirt's perfect." He holds out his arms, "How do I look?" He looks good enough to eat, that's how he looks. I say, "You look handsome and sexy." he says, "I thought about shaving except Mike's got the same short-beard-look I have." Ah ha, that's it! Mike's dark red beard... it just doesn't cut it for me. It's too bristly while Ryan's is wispy and soft. Almost curly. Now I remember him, sort of. He says, "Oh fuck, I've got a half hour to kill. Come outside with me for another smoke." I nod, "Yeah, okay. Don't forget breath mints." Walking downstairs he isn't doing the hand holding. I resist the urge to bump my hand against his, but don't because we're into our non-boyfriend relationship now and with Ryan there's no halfway with anything. Plus he's got that damn willpower going for him too. To test the waters, I ask, "Are you pissed-off at me, Albert?" He glances over, "Yeah, I am, but it is what it is, Danny. I gave it my best shot and ended-up right back where I started with you. You know, before this summer's adventure." Fuck! Misadventure is more like it.
Well, I had to tell him we're not boyfriends, but maybe it could have been done without such an abrupt cut and dry finality to it. Going outside, I ask, "We're still side-sex buddies, right?" He says, "Who knows. You could change your flaky mind about that too. I'm sure we're not boyfriends, that's been made clear." A little petulant, I mumble, "If you say so." He snaps at me, "It's you who says so!" Both of us are frowning now as we walk to the gazebo lighting cigarettes. Ryan was intimidating there for a second so I'm not going to antagonize him further. Fuck him. Then he softens, saying, "Um, sorry for jumping down your throat. The truth is you've been a tremendous help to me this summer, especially where my self-image is concerned both with my parents and peers. I'm grateful for that and I thank you. While it's easy to be in love with you there has to be a point where I accept reality. It hit me during the game today that it's never going to happen for me with you. It was like a smack in the face, but I need to accept it and get on with my life. Rob had too big of a head start on me. That's what you told me basically. You'll have to forgive me if I'm not thrilled about all this
though."
A minute of silence as I think back over the last hour. Ryan's been all over the place. Seemingly friendly and almost joking about our relationship, then snapping at me. Finally I says, "I know you're not thrilled, Ryan, but I'm not thrilled either, and you don't need to yell at me." He just shakes his head, muttering, "I'm Albert, remember? And, I'm not yelling at you." To change the subject, I go, "Yeah, right. Well, what exactly did, um, Mike, say when you called him?" Brightening up a little, he goes, "He was a little awkward about everything, and so was I for that matter. First time for me." I'll say they were awkward. Ryan goes on, "He said he was glad I called and that he's been working up the nerve to talk to me for the past couple of weeks. Can you imagine that? Someone needing to work up the nerve to talk to me." Well, this is better than Ryan snapping my head off, so I keep it going, "He's always very neat and clean-cut, don'cha think?" Ryan goes, "I never paid much attention to him before he talked to me Wednesday. Then there was this kind of energy between us. At least I thought so." I go, "Tell him that. And I have noticed him now that I think about it. He's my height, right?" Ryan goes, "No, he's more my height." Wrong guess. I say, "Red hair is kinda cool." We do small talk for a bit and then Ryan stands and hands me the keys to the Mini, saying, "I'm going to take off now. Walk to the garage with me."
In the garage I help him pull the tarp off his motorbike. He says, "Fold the tarp for me," and he gets his helmet off the shelve, mumbling, "This will mess up my hair." I say, "Just run a pocket comb through your hair when you take off the helmet. I gave you a haircut that'll go right back in place." He nods, "Yeah, you're right. Okay, let me borrow your pocket comb." I reluctantly pass it to him, "That's a present from Sammy for giving his brothers haircuts." he goes, "Yeah, I know, Anyway thanks, I won't lose it." Hoping on his bike he fires it up, and without looking at me, mumbles, "Wish me luck," and then does a wheelie out of the garage. I wave, but he doesn't look back. It felt really weird not doing a kiss 'goodbye' after a summer of kissing hello, goodbye, and the many times he told me to, 'give him a kiss like I mean it'. Taking a deep breath I'm realizing there'll probably be a lot of weird moments the next five weeks. Wandering back to the gazebo where I plan on staying until Ryan's parents leave for their dinner engagement. I'm thinking about how uncomfortable today was. Then I remember Robby wanted me to call him after my talk with Ryan. Wait, he's on the plane so his phone is turned off, or it should be anyway. Okay, Ryan pretended it was no big deal that I dumped our plans, but he had to be hurt. I'd be hurt if the situation was somehow reversed. Thank God for this guy, Mike, he made it possible for Ryan to save face. I suppose Mike's good for repairing Ryan's ego a little too.
He said he knew I'd make the decision I made. It's not like I did anything to purposely mislead anybody. Wish I never came down here in the first place, that's what I wish. It was a loser of an idea from the start. Yeah, except I was really enjoying myself living my goofy fantasy life with Ryan almost the perfect dominant sex partner. Oh, balls to that! Ryan was fooling himself about me falling in love with him just as much as I was fooling myself. He's not without some blame knowing how easily I'm influenced and all. A case could be made that he took advantage of my good nature as well as my tendency to love the one I'm with. Nothing good can come out of a misguided love when a person already knows goddamn well who he's in love with. Ryan even admitted Robby and me have had our love affair too long for him to catch-up. Yeah, but yet he still lured me into thinking I loved him. Ya know, without too much trouble I could convince myself this was all Ryan's fault and I'm the injured party, not him. That's what my immature mind might do, but my current mind knows better. Ryan become a better person this summer and there's no denying how hot our sex is. Maybe I should put that in the past tense though because, considering his fucking willpower, I'd probably need to nag the shit out of him before he'll have any sub/dom sex with me now. Well, I'm not nagging him for it, or for anything else; I've got willpower too. The truth is I don't have a legitimate reason to be mad at him. I'm just fooling myself pretending it's Ryan's fault. No, fuck that! It is partially his fault.
Killing time I fool around with my iPhone for a while checking emails. Trouble is it's not easy for me to answer emails on my iPhone. I never mastered that two-thumbs method like I see some guys doing. Sitting in the gazebo is getting boring, but I'm determined to stay here until his parents leave the house. It'd be embarrassing to tell them that Ryan's on a date with another guy leaving me here alone. His mother would probably be angry with him for doing that. I'm a little angry about it myself. I try calling my mom but she doesn't answer, which means she's turned her phone off. Her and Tris could be at the movies or maybe she's having an amorous date with her fiancé. I hope she is, although I immediately put the picture of that out of my mind. It's dumb of me, but I'd rather not picture her and Rider screwing.
To pass the time I let my mind wander to the various guys I've had sex with in my life. Jesus, there's gotta be like, I don't know, ten of them, or a dozen maybe. They were all enjoyable to varying degrees because orgasms are enjoyable. The strength of an orgasm isn't the real measure of how hot the sex was though. Like that brute at the fair in the outdoor toilet. My orgasm was really intense but I hated him and the more I think about it the more I think it was borderline rape. What a pig! It's my submissive fetish that gets me in trouble at times. That's true, but it feels so good. Huh, then there's Willie, who I kinda miss. Huh, I probably won't recognize him when I see him again. I'll recognize his person but probably not his latest reinvention of himself. I just hope he doesn't become some pervert's mistreated lap dog again. Willie can fuck good too, he's second best at sub/dom sex. After some more sex musings, I hear a car start up. Standing so I can see the driveway and watch them drive away. Okay, and there they go.
Okay! I go inside twirling Ryan's Mini keys on my finger trying to think what I should do now. Deciding on a shower I go to my third floor bedroom and get undressed, then look at my naked self in the full length mirror, the one that's on the closet door. Huh, not bad. Spider's right, my hair looks cool from the front. Not so cool from the side though. I really shouldn't bitch about it so much. Five weeks from now these haircuts are a thing of the past. I'm gonna start growing my hair out and try getting over my haircut fetish. Fucking Sonny though, his haircuts drove me nearly wild. He's a hot little fucker and dominant too. He does his dominant routine with a grin of mischief on his face. It somehow makes anything he does seem like a game. He's probably fucking the ass off that motorbike buddy of his right now.
In the shower I'm grinning while thinking about the ex-posse boys and wondering if Bean's getting his dick sucked now that I'm not around. I know Devon hasn't followed-up gay sex with anyone after me because he's more straight than gay by a wide margin. Then there's Ray. I've no interest in him whatsoever and it remains the mystery of my life why I ever thought he was hot. Great cock on that kid though, but the rest of the baggage he carries around is too much to overlook. He's an asshole basically. Hmmm, I wouldn't mind having some buddy sex with Danny Monday now that Robby's dropped him, or Danny dropped Robby, whatever. I'd never do that though because it's be insulting to Robby. There's nobody in my sex musings that can compare to Robby and that's the bottom line. Oh man, I'd love to do some more fucking in that pickup of his. Those were the days!
After my shower, laying on the bed naked, I try Robby's cellphone again and he answers right away. "Hey, Dylan!" Then a cautious, "Um, how did you're talk with Ryan turn out?" I go, "I'm not sure yet, but he did say he wasn't thrilled to hear what I had to say. He also mentioned that you and me have too long of a love affair for him to overcome." Robby asks, "He didn't get mad or anything?" I go, "Yeah, he was a little pissed off. For example, he left me in the house alone tonight to go on a date with some other guy. A dinner date at the guy's apartment, if you get my drift." Robby's like, "Ryan? He has a date with some guy? How'd that happen?" I shrug although Robby doesn't know it. "Oh, the guy sort of came on to him at Bible study I guess. Anyway Ryan called him and he's on a Sunday night date right now." "Oh that sucks, Dylan," although he doesn't really sound too broken-up about it. I go, "Yeah, not a very classy thing for him to do, but I did renege on all the plans he and I talked about. Ya know, the stuff I told you." He tells me the plane ride was bumpy and there was a lot of bitching from Chubby and Spider because of their lingering hangovers. Robby's still in the car with Chubby's driving down the Mass Pike heading for home. Robby's in the back
seat talking to me and we both know cellphone conversation are annoying to
others so we only talk for a couple of minutes. Before hanging up Chubby wants to say 'Hi' and we talk as he drives. Not a good Idea so I cut us off after a minute thanking him for visiting and telling him I love him. Nothing from Spider except I heard him in the background grumbling about the traffic back-up.
After the call I wish I was with them in the car. Without a better idea I drive the Mini to a sub shop and order a large meatball sub and eat it back at Ryan's on the kitchen table drinking a Coke. I've showered and eaten dinner, so now what? Without even especially wanting to, I call Tim Dulson and he tells me he and Brad have just returned from the Marietta Diner where they had dinner. Ah ha, so this is what Bradford 'had to do'. That's the phony reason he couldn't eat with his family and Mr. and Mrs. Wilcox. Can't say I blame him. Tim and Brad are mumbling together, and then Tim says, "Dude, join us at my house. My parents are at the country club." I ask, "How about your brother?" he goes, "Yeah, shit head's here, but he won't bother us. Come on over." Three-way sex with a shit head brother in the house. Not really what I'm looking for. Then Brad gets on the phone asking if anyone's at my place. He knows Ryan's parents are at his house and he assumes Albert's out because I called Tim. I'm like, "This isn't my house, Brad, and I don't know when Albert will be back, so this place is out. No way!" He talks me into coming over to Tim's and gives me directions. What I should do is stay home and give Ryan a guilty conscience for leaving me alone in this huge house. It giving me the creeps being here alone. Without much choice, I agree to go over to Tim's house.
Surprisingly I don't get lost getting there, but then it's only a five minute drive. Even more surprisingly I'm not all that enthusiastic about this three-way sex for some reason. The couple of times Brad's fucked me it was bare-basic buddy sex, so that's good. No making-out or false words of endearment. Sex for the sheer pleasure of it and when it's done it's like, 'Hey, how 'bout that Braves game last night?' Ya just get on with things feeling kinda sexually satisfied. Actually I'm probably doing this mostly so I can say to Ryan I was with Tim and Brad tonight. He'll knows that's code for fucking. This way I don't look pathetic staying home alone. Jesus, that sounds petty even to me. I'm not exactly disappointed that Ryan moved on so easily, but it does makes me wonder if I meant as much to him as he claimed I did. Maybe this Mike person is more than a 'face-saving' thing for Ryan. And the more I talk to myself about this the more it's looking like I'm into a, 'I want my cake and eat it too', kind of thing.
Tim's house is another big one like most houses in this part of Marietta. Bunch of rich fuckers. Chubby's and my condos would fit inside this house with room for a couple more condos. I ring the bell and the door opens immediately. I'm face to face with Tim's clone. He turns around and yells, "It's for you, Tim!" Then to me, "Come on in. I'm Paul, aka, Dulse." Nickname taken from his last name of 'Dulson' I suppose. "Good to meet you, Dulse, I'm Danny." He mutters, "Yeah, whatever," and Tim comes from a doorway with a big smile on his face, "Danny!" and we do the one-arm hug with a couple of pats on each other's back, then rub each other's identically barbered head, grinning. He goes, "Glad you could make it, man," and Brad joins us giving me a quick hug. He still has the faux mohawk that looks cool on him. Paul's
slinking away as Brad says, "Dulse, ya wanna join us? You're always welcome, dude. Ya don't know what you're missing." Paul has long wavy hair parted in the middle. He says, "No thanks, I'll leave you bum-bandits to your kinky shit and continue living my boring straight existence." Tim says, in an off-hand way, "Too bad. My brother has a nice penis on him, bigger than mine." Brad and I exchange smirks as Paul goes upstairs. I ask, "Do your parents know you're gay, Tim? I thought you said..." and he goes, "Nah, only my brother. He's a shit-head, but for an older brother he's okay."
I follow Brad and Tim downstairs to a nice rec room finished in wood paneling. For games there's a pool table and a electronic pinball machine. "We're in the middle of a pinball tournament, Danny. Timmy's got a hundred thousand point lead on me, but that's nothing in this high scoring game." I watch them play for twenty minutes until Tim wins going away. Brad grins, "That boy spends too much time playing that fuckin' machine." Maybe this isn't going to be three-way sex-a-thon after all. We start a game of cut throat pool where each of us has five consecutively numbered balls. The object is to get the other two player's balls off the table with one or more of your balls left. Cool game when the three players are about the same skill level. We shoot pool for an hour drinking beers from the refrigerator that's in the corner that looks like a Coke machine. Tim's got some weed and a couple of joints are passed around with me faking inhaling when it's passed to me. There's a big machine on the ceiling sucking the smoke through filters and then an exhaust fan blows it outside. Nice set-up!
About two hours after I arrived we've all had three or four beers and shared three joints. Brad's got the giggles from the pot and drops his pants, saying, "You first, Timmy, then Danny." Oh, it is going to be a three-way sex-a-thon.Tim strokes Brad's average sized penis. It's about five inches, uncut with normal heft. Timmy's way of sucking cock is to lean over and suck it into his mouth instead of getting on his knees, the more popular method. He makes slurping sounds licking and sucking Brad's cock until all around his mouth saliva glistens in the overhead lights. "Give Danny a chance." I imitate Tim by leaning over and slurping Brads wet semi-hard cock into my mouth. I like sucking cock, especially when it's covered in another guy's saliva. That's assuming the other guy's kinda cute and his mouth is clean-looking and pink with sparkling white teeth. Most guys our age have shiny white teeth because we grew up with excellent dental care, plus the water supply has fluoride added to the natural fluoride in water. Or that's what I've been told anyway.
As I'm sucking Brad's cock he's absently rubbing my head while arguing with Tim about the pinball game. Something about Timmy knowing how to avoid 'tilting' the game. Brad's saying, "Ya know, Timmy, it's a form of cheating. You've got some trick that I don't know about that's eliminating tilting." This is what passes as foreplay for Tim and Brad. They like each other okay, but it's mostly about getting 'off' sexually, almost robotically. Still, sucking cock, even with the guy arguing about some inane subject still gets my dick hard. It feels good and it's putting me more in the mood for this recreational sex.
I'm getting my tongue inside the uncut foreskin of Brad's clean penis. I expected it'd be clean because it was the other time I sucked his dick, and Timmy's mentioned a couple of times how Brad's very hygienic. Tim should know since he's sucked off Brad maybe fifty times. When I slurp a drool of precum, Brad's like, "Whoa, ooh," and steps back pulling his cock from my mouth. It's shiny wet and pretty much sticking straight out from his pubic patch. The uncut foreskin has been stretched to uncover the head, reaching only to the neck now. I'd guess his cock is closer to six inches than five when erect like this. That baby is tight too! Brad's like, "Damn, that felt good, boys. Y'all know what you're doing, cock-sucking-wise. So ya wanna drop those shorts now. Timmy you first." Tim drops his pants and plays with his tiny dick a little, saying to me, "Get your mouth on my cock, bitch." Ha ha, can you imagine that? He's cute though. Still I need to suck on my lips to keep from grinning at his flaccid two inch penis. Brad snorts out a laugh, probably thinking the same thing I am. He says, "Let's go, Danny, you suck Timmy cock and I'll fuck his cute ass." Timmy goes, "Don't worry, Danny, I'll fuck you after we do this." I'm grinning like mad, but my hard dick moves in my pants, so I'm finally really getting into it now. Casual sex is fun.
Brad's rolling a condom on his boner, asking, "Do either of you boys have a condom? I wasn't expecting Danny and only brought the one with me." Timmy says, "I've been doing my bitch bareback, Brad. I won't let him fuck me and you won't let us fuck you, so we only need the one condom." Timmy bends over with his hands on his knees as Brad walks up behind him, saying, "How about if we wanna go for seconds?" He lines his boner up with Tim's asshole, putting some pressure to hold it there. Tim mumbles, "Oh yeah, we'll need another condom for seconds, you're right." Grabbing Tim's hips, Brad's saying conversationally, "Timmy's right about one thing though. I won't let either of you boys fuck me, but Ollie with his big cock plows my ass at least once a week." I ask, "Ollie's that older guy, right?" He says, "He's not that old," as he forces his boner past Tim's sphincter. Tim goes, "Ahhh!" Brad casually lifts Tim up on his toes while pulling him back onto his boner, telling me, "Ya really outta talk Timmy into letting you fuck him. Nice ass on this kid." When his crotch is tight against Timmy's buttocks, Tim mutters, "That's tight, but it feels real good, Bradford." Withdrawing his boner, Brad pulls Timmy's body right back onto his boner grinning at me. Timmy goes, "Ummmm," and Brad says, "Ollie's barely in his thirties or maybe thirty-five at the most." Then he does half a dozen full thrusts up Timmy's ass, chuckling, "How's that feel, little guy?" I don't believe I've ever seen more casual sex. These two could write a book on buddy-sex.
Tim grunts and wiggles his ass, murmuring, "Damn, Brad, your cock feels good up my ass." Brad says, "Y'all got yourself a damn good ass for fucking too, Timmy boy." A mutual admiration society. Tim goes, "Yo, Danny, come on bitch, suck my cock." He likes to call me dirty names during sex. Brad and I grin shaking our heads slowly. Cock? Ha ha, riiiight! Getting on my knees and squeezing under Timmy, my forehead against his belly, I slide his little dick into my mouth and suck on it, then run my tongue around the head. Tim's body moves as Brad's pulling him back onto his boner again. I move forward a little fingering Tim's balls into my mouth now too. He has a very pleasant boyish scent to his shaved groin area. Sucking Brad's cock a minutes ago I noticed the same neutral scent I remembered from the other time I sucked his cock. Timmy was with us too that first Bible study I attended. We did it in the church shed. Timmy, like me, shaves his pubes which I appreciate. I get Ryan's pubic hairs in my mouth almost every time I suck him off, and that's not cool. For fun I make the same slurping sounds Tim makes when sucking cock as I'm grinning around his dick. It only takes a minute or so to suck Tim's prickle into a hard spike. Of course Brad's slowly fucking him too and that has something to do with Tim springing a boner so quickly. This is cool but I wish we were all totally naked. Guy's bodies are so hot and I get a kick out of seeing Tim's two pierced nipples, his chest tattoo, and the small patch of chest hair at his breast bone.
Brad goes, "Mmmm, this feels good," and begins thrusting faster and a lot harder. Each quick hard thrust rocks Tim's crotch against my face as the, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds make sexual music. Brad gets into a rhythmic hip movement and after three minutes of me sucking Tim's cock and Brad fucking his ass Tim's pushing my head away moaning, "Um!" with each thrust up his ass. Then he grunts, "Danny, turn around and get on your hands and knees." I do that and he says, "Back up under my chest." It's kinda hot seeing him get fucked this hard so I am squeezing under him anxious to join the party. Timmy pokes his boner past my sphincter, and I go, "Aaaah," 'cause that little thing feels good. Then he's like, "Stop a second, Brad. We need to get synchronized!" Brad chuckles, "Yeah, okay, Timmy, lets get fucking synchronized." Tim says, "Go slow at first so we can do this right." Brad pulls his cock out and smacks Timmy's ass, "SMACK! SMACK!" Timmy yelps as Brad chuckles, then says, "Okay, we'll start together. Pull your cock out of his ass,
Tim"
I've got a really hard boner even though these two clowns aren't especially sexy. I like how casual they are about everything, and that there's no rushing, unlike fucking in the church shed when he had to get off fast. And it strikes me as funny how quickly Tim's gotten to be a bossy little fucker too. He used to be so unsure of himself, so much so everything he said came out like a question. No more though. Brad says, "Here we go," and Tim grunts a little as Brad's boner goes up his ass, and then his goes up mine, "Mmmm." There it is, the constant stimulation on my prostate, right on it! Those two take a minute snickering in between grunts of sexual stimulation trying to get synchronized. Brad needs to drive his boner up Tim's ass two and a half times faster than Tim's driving his two inch boner up my ass. Same for pulling their boners back. They get it working though and soon there's moans and heavy breathing and it goes on for five or six minutes. Tim and I usually 'get off' in two minutes because his hips are a blur when fucking, but now it's much slower thrusting for him.
The sounds of males fucking is coming from Brad slamming into Tim's buttocks, "Slap, slap, slap." Tim's going too slow to get the 'Slap' sounds against my buttocks. I must say it's a tantalizing five minutes for me. I'm spending a lot of energy not making a fool of myself letting out all the normal sounds of sexual pleasure I'm feeling. It's almost torture having my prostate constantly but slowly teased and stimulated like this. I'm feeling a constant buzzing from my prostate and I can't stops squirming under Tim. Wave after wave of incredibly hot sensations are pouring off my prostate gland keeping me right on the edge of climaxing. I'm starting to make whining sounds as the need to climax becomes desperate. Tim gets frustrated with my squirming, "Stop moving, bitch!" and he reaches under my chin pulling my head back as that two inch spike of his never stops moving. I know I'm going to cum before Tim and he's being fucked while fucking me at the same time. It'll be humiliating but it's on me now as I gasp, "Um, I'm gonna...OOOh, ooh," and my hips hump as I do a squeal with cum shooting straight down to the floor splattering my knees. My body's shaking so much Tim's little boner slips out of my ass as two more streams of spunk splash on the floor.
Timmy's poking his boner at my buttock finally nailing my asshole again. I gasp for breath with orgasm sensations spreading around my groin and my shoulders doing their little shudder. Tim's holding my hips as he goes into high gear with Brad chuckling and hammering his boner into Tim. Oh fuck, my prostate is over-sensitized now and I try crawling away on my hands and knees but Tim's holding onto my hips. It goes on for only a minute more with Brad breathlessly announcing, "I'm cumming.." then moaning he fills his condom. Tim's turn to shake now as a hard thin stream of cum streaks from his hard cock. I feel it hit the walls of my bowels. Brad's pulled his cock out of Tim's ass, but Tim's got his arms around my belly in a death grip now humping against my ass and I suppose shooting more cum up inside me. Then he groans and drops down on his ass, his tiny boner pulling out of me. Tim's on the floor behind me breathing hard while Brad's chuckling again pulling his condom off, "That was cool, boys. You blew your load first, Danny. How the hell could Tim's, um, undersized prick get you off that quickly?" Standing now I'm feeling my ass as some of Tim's cum drools out. I mumble, "It's on my prostate every second, what the fuck ya talking about? Massage your prostate and see how long you last." He says, "Never thought of that," then he rubs Tim's head, "How ya doing, partner?" Tim's slowly shaking his head, "That rocked! Your cock does it just right for me, Brad, and fucking Danny at the same time...fuck, I was delirious, man, totally delirious. Let's do it again."
Stroking his cock, Brad says, "I already told you I only had that one condom." Looking for a bathroom I open a closet, then Tim points to the right door. Inside the bathroom I wipe the cum off my ass with toilet paper. Then put a wad of Kleenex in my jockey shorts and pull them up. When I come out Tim and Brad are working on another joint, each with a beer in his fist. I grab a beer but hold my hand up, palm out, indicating I don't want the joint when it's offered. Tim says, "Lets drive over to the pharmacy and get you some condoms, Brad." Then Paul comes down the steps, asking, "You homos done packing fudge yet? If so, lets shoot some pool." Then he asks, "Jesus, what's that smell?" Like I said, Paul is a Tim clone, looking just like him except he's a year and a half older. With his long hair and slim body he could pass for a girl. I always thought Tim was kinda cute and he has the same exact facial features as his brother. It's kinda weird, but they're almost
pretty. Tim's close-cut hair eliminates a girlie look for him though. Looking closer I see Paul has a light beard, so I guess he doesn't look like a girl either. They're nice looking brothers, although on the small side.
Outgoing Brad grins getting Paul in a headlock, asking, "Why don't you ever want to join us, Dulse?" Dulse, says, "Because I'm not gay, numb nuts," but he's not struggling to get out of Brad's headlock. Brad's sort of rubbing the side of his face against Paul's cheek. Paul says, "Stop that! You'll make Timmy jealous," and Timmy goes, "Fuck no, it don't make me jealous. Anyway, I've blown you, Dulse, and you loved it so why not join us?" Dulse is like, "Yeah, sucking my cock makes you gay, Timmy, not me." Brad lets Paul go, then gooses him and Paul grins, muttering, "Pervert." There's something going on between those two. We shoot pool as partners; me and Timmy against Dulse and Brad. Through three games Brad never stops talking dirty to Tim's brother until Dulse says, "Okay, okay! Let's get condoms and I'll fuck pretty boy there," pointing at me. Brad asks, "Okay with you, Danny?" I shrug, and he goes, "Hot shit, finally a breakthrough!" Tim mutters, "Paul won't go through with it, and anyway Danny's my bitch." Brad goes, "Don't fuck
this up, Timmy. We've been trying to get my boy Dulse here to play with us for the past year. Come on boys, y'all pile into my car and we'll get us some condoms." Dulse says, "I'm not fucking buying them." Timmy says, "Oh fer chrissakes, I'll buy them." As we're walking up the steps to the foyer, I'm nodding my head, thinking, 'Not all that bad of a night with the gay southern boys'.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com
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