Date: Mon, 6 May 2013 15:54:33 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 11 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 11 by Donny Mumford As I walk towards the pool house the band takes a break. Lighting a cigarette, I wait near the bandstand hoping to get a closer look at the lead singer, but the band exits the plywood stage on the opposite side to talk to girls that are gathered there for the same reason I'm standing here; to meet the lead singer. He's hot to this gay boy and to the straight chicks too, apparently. The chicks win this one, so I continue on to the pool house thinking about the awesome sex with Connor. The two of us could definitely make a go of it, but I'd need to top, probably all the time. Connor appears to like bottoming as much as I do. We probably have extra sensitive pleasure spots in our rectums; I'd be willing to bet on that. Oh well, it'd be wonderful sex if Connor was my boyfriend, but just not to the degree I feel sexual heat when Rob or Ryan fucks me. Both of them fucked me during our recent three-way, which was the ultimate sexual experience for me. Each one provided different sensations in my ass because of their very different size cocks. If I wasn't so in love with Rob, I'd probably think Ryan fucks me better, but I am very much in love with Rob, so that pretty much equals out the difference, and they both are providing me with sexual pleasures that seem to get better every time we do it. The CD player's blasting "Walk The Moon's" hit, "Anna Sun," as lead singer Nicholas Petricca sings the catch phrase, "This house is falling apart." Quite an awesome song from that indie rock group. It's muted inside the pool house where the pot smoke is thick enough that you don't need your own joint to get high. Mr Dickers and the adult neighbors are content to let whatever's going on in the pool house stay in the pool house and out of sight. There are at least twenty-five kids in here, both boys and girls. Lee, from our lawn cutting crew, is here with a cute girl by his side. He and Chubby are apparently entertaining the troops; there's a group surrounding them as everyone drinks and smokes. Chubby ask, "Billy Lee, if a chick give a guy a blow job in her car, is he obligated to return the favor?" Mary Jo says, "Yeah, is he?" as she hits Chubby's arm. He says, "Shut up, MJ." Lee says, "Good question, Jeffrey. Well, ya know, if the guy waxes and polishes himself every day while the girl smells like a bag of anchovies in an old shoe, then, no. But if some poor girl has done the honors even though her boyfriend's got enough cheese down his pants to start a Papa John's franchise, then there's no excuse, yeah he has to, end of story." Guys are laughing out loud, while the girls groan, muttering, "That's disgusting," then they giggle at the crudeness. Chubby says to Mary Jo, "See?" as if that proves his point. Lee says, "Let me ask you a question, Jeffrey. Is it possible to get jock itch in your ass? I'm totally serious about that. It's like someone lit a fire down there." Chubby laughs, then says, "Good question Billy Lee," and Lee says, "Don't call me Billy Lee." Chubby says, "Okay I won't, Billy Lee, but let me explain to you that there's a fungal highway that runs from your ass to your jelly sack - ask anyone who's spent a lot of time in hot places wearing a leather jock strap. So, yeah, it could definitely be a case of mutant scrotum fire. Or it could be something else entirely. Unfortunately there's only one way to find out for sure, and it involves showing your doctor a view he ain't gonna enjoy." Funny shit, and everyone's either grossed out or laughing their ass off. I'm the latter. How those guys can make-up that stuff off the top of their head amazes me. As Chubby and Lee entertain everyone with their bullshit, I grab a bottle of vodka to dilute my orange soda with, making sort of a screwdriver for myself. It's ghastly, but I need a better booze buzz than I got from the rum. It's no fun being the only sober person in a group of 'high' and/or drunk teens. Chubby sees me, "Bro, where the fuck ya been?" Mary Jo says, "Potty mouth!" and Chubby says, "Shut up, MJ," and I say, "Just mingling with our guests. Haven't you left the pool house all night?" He goes, "Yeah, we ate with some of the derelicts from Merrimack. Harry Black's passed out behind the rhododendron plant near the pool. It looks like he peed his pants too," I go, "Huh, that's Travis' problem." Chubby's like, "Yeah, but Harry's a hoot." I go, "Well, having Harry's a great roommate is great as far as laughs go, but a bit of a pain in the ass at the same time." Mary Jo says, "You two are disgusting. Dance with me, Dylan, the band's coming back on." I go, "What the...? I thought you didn't like me." She says, "I don't, but you're an awesome dancer and Jeffrey sucks at dancing." Chubby's like, "I resent that remark," and she says, "You mean you resemble that remark." Chubby laughs, "I do not suck at dancing," and they put on a show for a bit while I drift over to talk with Travis who just came in. He's spiking his Coke. I go, "Yo, Travis, I hear your bud, Harry Black's, smashed again." He says, "Hey, sexy. How ya doing? Yeah, Harry's passed out by the pool; he peed his pants." Taking a swig from his Coke, he makes a face, muttering, "I don't know how Harry can guzzle this shit down like he does. What are you drinking?" I hand him the can and he takes a swig, saying, "It's better than this rum and Coke shit, but ya got a lot of vodka in there." Taking the can back, Tracy and his girlfriend join us. Tracy says, "Dudes, I can take some party lessons from this party. It's awesome. Someone told me you're responsible for putting this on, Dylan." I go, "I did a small part along with Rob, and my brother over there, but mostly it's Rob's parents. Their kid enlisted with Connor." He says, "Yeah, I know Connor, he's a good kid. He told me why he enlisted, why'd Rob's brother enlist?" I go, "Don't know 'cause he won't say." Then Travis' girlfriend says, "Hi, I'm Pam, um, someone said you and Rob are boyfriends, as in gay. Is that so?" I go, "Yeah, we're gay." She says, "Damn, that's a loss for our team; you two are gorgeous." I go, "Yeah? Thanks," and Tracy says, "Pam does't think I'm cute enough for her. She's been looking for a replacement the entire two years we've been going together." I don't know what to say to that, so I drink my improvised screwdriver, then do a fake cough as Pam says, "Yeah, I have." Hmm, heteros are strange, they fight a lot. The band comes back on and Mary Jo reappears, she takes my hand pulling me towards the door, saying, "Come on, you. We're dancing to this hot band," and that's what we do. After the first dance, she asks, "Where'd ya learn to dance so good?" I say, "My old boyfriend taught me. He's better than me." She says, "Is that so. By the way, I wasn't shocked to hear you're gay." I go, "That's funny 'cause I was. I didn't realize it until late in my junior year." She says, "Really? That's weird," and I go, "Yeah, it is, but it's true." We dance to two more songs, and then she says, "Okay, that was fun, but you're dismissed now... run along." What a bitch. I mutter, "Oh, good," and start to leave, but she grabs my arm, asking, "Do you think I'm a good dancer?" I say, "Sure, you're very good," but she's not. She does a generic dance, but why hurt her feeling. Mary Jo goes back into the pool house and from nowhere Ryan gets me around the neck and says, too close to my face, "Did ya do your duty with Connor yet?" I salute him, then say, "Hi, sexy, you're cute to ask, and yes, I did it very successfully." He says, "That kid is cute. I'm jealous and so you're gonna get an extra hard spanking the very next time we're together, which I can't hardly wait for." I say, "Why am I getting a spanking? You told me it was alright," and he goes, "I don't care, you're getting paddled hard, and you're wearing my dog collar too. We'll do another over night sexathon and you'll be wearing my dog collar all night." He's serious, and I have to wonder what happened to Ryan's contention we need to calm our sex down. I'm not mentioning that though because I've discovered that I don't want to calm our sex down. And, by bringing up the dog collar and telling me I'm getting a spanking, Ryan's exercising his dominant side again; I don't think he even knows it. He turns me on when he gets like this and makes me grope myself; just needed to do it, and Ryan sees me. He says, "Uh huh, bring your ass and follow me." He takes my hand and pulls me through the crowd attracting more than a few surprised expressions as we pass by. We go across the driveway and around the corner to the other side of the pool house. Ryan pushes me up against the side of the building and leans his taut little body against me, his hands behind my head pulling my head down to his level. With his lips brushing mine, he says, "I've got the hots for you like you can't believe. It's almost inconceivable, but when Rob fucked me early tonight I pretended it was you, and I see the heat you have for me every time I look in your eyes. What are we gonna do about us?" His intensity is spellbinding to me so all I can do is stare at him, inhaling his special personal scent. He stares in my eyes, pinches my nose and we find ourselves in a wild make-out, our hands all over each other. I can't catch my breath it's so sexy and it's always uber hot with this kid; he turns me on so much I feel helpless around him. When we come up for air, breathing hard, he licks up my nose like I did with Connor some hours ago, then he does it again leaving his tongue covering my nostrils. I gasp for air, inhaling mightily and suck his tongue tight against both nostril. It gets me coughing and Ryan reaches between my legs and squeezes my nuts hard, saying, "I got so jealous thinking about you doing it with that cute Connor kid, it pisses me off so fucking much," and another squeeze leaving me draped over Ryan's back, screaming, with my arms around his neck. I think I'm screaming while hugging him, but only a wheezing sound escapes my throat. Then, with a startled look on his face and tears in his eyes, Ryan's hugging me, almost crying, saying, "I'm sorry, Dylan, I'm sorry for doing that. I hate myself for hurting you. Punch me or something, that was terrible of me and I hate myself for taking my jealousy out on you." My balls throb, but I hug around his neck feeling very submissive to him; so in love with him I'm crazy with desire for my little dom. I can't stop myself from kissing all over his face and that get's us making-out wildly again with both of us whimpering with sexual arousal. He turns me around roughly and pulls my shorts and underwear down off my slim waist, gets his boner out through his zipper and forces it up my ass, grunting. He leaves it fully impaling me for a few seconds, then fucks me like he did in his foyer that time; fast and almost brutally hard. Tears stream down my face from the intense sexual pleasure that's brings wave after wave of pleasure sensation inside my rectum It soon gets my cock and balls buzzing and throbbing. Ryan cums first, burying his face against my shoulder to muffle his moans of ecstasy during his climax. I don't cum for another two minutes of his desperate thrusting of that fat hard boner in my cum saturated ass and then I squeal like a girl and plaster the side of the building with a sharp stream of cum, and almost feint from the intense sensations of erotic pleasure. He pulls out of my ass, turns me around again and cups behind my head bringing it forward. Bending at the waist I take his bone-hard cock in my mouth and suck off the mess while trying to suck out another spurt of cum from his nuts. After a minute of that, he lifts my head with a hand under my chin and we kiss, then embrace with our faces side by side. We stay like that without talking, Ryan rocking us slowly back and forth, presumably in time with the slow song the band's playing right now. The one we can just barely hear due to the amphitheater Mr Dickers made around the bandstand. When the song's over, Ryan pulls up my pants, gooses me and then takes my hand, muttering, "That was so random; I just couldn't help myself. You're irresistible to me, Dylan, and it's getting worse." I'm still speechless, staring into his eyes as he pushes his eyeglasses up his cute nose. I'm still experiencing tingling from our sex and my orgasm. Finally I find my voice, squeeze the hand that's holding mine, and I able to mumble, "Oh my God, Ryan, I feel the same way about you. It's like I can never ever get enough of you. You're so awesome, so cute and sweet, and wonderfully dominant at the same time. You're perfect for me, just absolutely perfect, and just what I've been looking for these past three years. Searching for you ever since that asshole, Carl, outed me to myself. I've needed someone exactly like you, but did I find you too late? I love Rob too." We're just standing here holding hands. Ryan says, "It's not too late, Dylan, we'll work it out, but please tell me you forgive me for squeezing your nuts. I lost control of myself; jealousy is a wicked thing. And I'm not going to spank you either; forget what I said. I hate hurting you, I want to cherish you instead." Then I feel the wetness of his cum in my pants, and say, "You're cum's going to soak through my shorts." He takes out his handkerchief, pulls my pants down and sops up the majority of the cum, wipes the damp spot in my underpants, then does the same thing I did a couple of hours ago for Connor with tissue; he folds the handkerchief in half and puts it at my anus pulling my boxers up tight to hold it in place. Then pulls up my shorts, and says, "Stand there." I nod my head and do what I'm told as he wipes tears off my face with the palm of his hands, tears I forgot about. He asks me, "Were you so hot for me you cried?" I mutter, "Apparently, Ryan," and we hug, then do a long luscious lover's kiss with my arms around his neck. Oh man, I've got it bad for my little dominant lover boy here. We stare at each other, then Ryan mutters, "It's crazy how hot you are to me; it's unexplainable, it's nuts." I say, "We're apparently a perfect match, you and me. Our pheromones mix just right; my scent to you, and your's to me is creating a powerful sexual attraction for each other. There's been studies done documenting the power of scent." He says, "Yeah? I didn't know that, but our personalities match too because I like being in charge and you like following me, so there's that too." I go, "Plus, we like each other's looks." He goes, "Yes, definitely, and I gotta confess something that took me by surprise. Your accidentally short haircut is driving me wild; it reminds me of the doms cutting the hair of their submissive slaves like that on the BDSM site I looked at a couple of years ago. The picture in my mind of you wearing my dog collar with this haircut, it's, um, a huge turn on to me and I've needed to fuck you hard from the minute I pictured you wearing the dog collar with your slave haircut, naked, with your hands tied; totally helpless and dependent on me. It's the hottest thing I've ever thought of, and to know we're going to make it real excites me so much I couldn't even think about Rob when he fucked me today; I thought about you wearing my dog collar." I get off topic, and say, "You two fuck too much, it's not fair to me." He gets a little stern, saying, "Don't change the subject, Dylan." He said it with exactly the necessary authority in his voice, not mean or threatening, just right. He doesn't do it on purpose, doesn't think about it before he does it; it comes naturally to him when were together. He obviously is doing submissive self editing with Robby, falling back on his experience with Ryan's previous dominant sex partners. With me, I believe Ryan is his true self which encompasses his sometimes naive sweet self, all the way to a part of him that is feeling more and more comfortable being dominant to me. I'm now starting to believe Rob's on to something when he told me Ryan seemed distracted with him on Friday, like he's beginning to lose his heat for Rob. I'm not saying this is a good thing, it further complicates matters, and just when I was starting to believe the three of us were making our threesome work beautifully too. Now I gotta wonder. Ryan says, "Enough analysis for now. Come on, Dylan, lets see what everyone is up to. We'll talk about this later. That fast fuck will hold me for awhile, but if I get the chance I'm fucking you again tonight." I follow him, wishing we were holding hands again. We walk around to the driveway and see kids dancing here as well as in front of the bandstand. This band really rocks; mostly they cover hit songs by other artists, but their own tunes are good too. Ryan's friend, Felix, waylays Ryan and me. I talk with them a minute, then see Connor and Dodger talking with a few kids and walk over to join them. They're doing shots, drinking them from anonymous paper cups, toasting the Army boys. The strings of lights have been on for a couple of hours and create shadows on the boys faces increasing their cuteness in my brain. Connor and Dodger both get an arm around my neck and give me a cup with a shot of brown liquid, saying, "Toast us brave soldier boys." I go, "A toast to the oldest, most honorable craft of mankind, soldiering." Everyone drinks, then Connor says, "That gave be goosebumps, Dylan." I say, "Well, there's no doubting the bravery of enlisting in the Army with a fucking war going on. You two are my heroes." We toast to "Heroes," and six other things before Robby comes over and says, "My dad said to me you boys better be toasting with soft drinks, and since there little chance of that, could ya give it a rest, please." Dodger slurs, "That's downright unAmerican of you, Robby." He all grin at Dodger who's been very patriotic as long as I've known him. He told me that since nine/eleven he's felt being an American was an honor. I guess that terrorist act awakened patriotism in a lot of us, and that's not a bad thing. We breakup in smaller groups with Dodger's arm draped over my shoulder. "Dylan, you're special, ya know that? Here's my promise," and he waves his hand at guys around us, "You're all my witnesses, when my brother dumps Dylan like he's putting out the trash, I'm stepping in and making him my boyfriend." One of his hommie's from school says, "Um, Dodger, ya gotta be gay to have a boyfriend, and you ain't gay." Dodger says, "We'll cross that river when we come to it," and someone mutters, "Bridge, cross that bridge." Connor says, "Lets get a beer, that whiskey taste bad." I say to Connor, "Remember the last party we went to and how sick you got?" He goes, "Okay, I'll get a Coke then." He gets one and Cory's back, asking, "How long we staying, Dylan?" I go, Well, Robby, some time ago, collected another fifty dollars off Chubby and me to get the band to play another half hour, I'd say we're here until one o'clock at least." He says, "Cool, this is the most fun I've ever had," and I look at him noticing again that his body's much like Ryan's and I can't resist giving him one of my the hugs. Cory goes, "Nice." That's all he says, but what a change in attitude from when I first met him. Conner drifts over and puts his arm around Cory's shoulders; they smile at each other and for the first time, I wonder, 'Is it possible Cory's gay?'. I don't really think so, but he appears to really like Connor and he accepted all the normal affectionate hugging I do for my gay friends; I do it openly naturally without thinking, and because I'm a little drunk too. Maybe Cory's drunk too. Hmmm? Cory, Connor, and me are joined by Chubby, Mary Jo, and Ryan. Chubby says, "This straight kid is gonna get another beer and have a smoke. I'm talking cigarettes, unfortunately, because Tracy left with his stash of mary jane, so it's gonna have to be a Marlboro, baby." Everyone says, "I don't want to smoke pot anyway," and Mary Jo says, "Jeffrey, you're getting drunk." We adjourn to the pool house again and I manage to get a beer down along with everyone else, and then the band comes back on. Mary Jo wants me to dance with her again, but Chubby insist she dance with him. We leave the pool house and join the dancers in front of the bandstand where I try to teach Ryan and Cory to fast dance. Robby's trying to dance with a girl I don't know. He has an athletic body, but he's too stiff with his dancing moves. Cory has no rhythm whatsoever, but Ryan is smooth with his moves and quickly picks up on the steps and hip movement I demonstrate for him. I'm doing it the way Willie taught me. Cory gives up after a while so Ryan and me dance to the band's awesome rock sound with nobody paying attention to us. As the song ends, we're laughing, then we hug with Ryan whispering, "I don't want to hurt or disappoint Rob, but you're the true love of my life and that's that. I gotta be true to myself, and be true to you too, Dylan." I say, "We've been drinking, Ryan, it's a bad idea to make decisions while drunk." He says, "I'm not drunk, and I'm not planning on acting on this until I know what I'm doing. Are you with me though? Are you ready to admit it's me and not Rob who you truly love the best?" I gulp, wanting to say 'yes', but I see Robby laughing with Dodger and Connor. I don't have the heart to break his heart, so I mutter, "We need to talk more about this, Ryan." Then the lead singer announces, "We've rocked-up a few patriotic tunes in honor of Connor and Dodger. Come on up here guys." There are probably sixty to seventy kids still at the party, the cake has been cut and and eaten. When Connor and Dodger sheepishly step up on the bandstand everyone applauds loudly with whistles and shouts of their names even from the guys and girls who don't know one or the other of the enlisted honorees. The cute lead singer says, "We're proud of you, boys," and they start a medley of their own rocked-up patriotic songs including, 'Let The eagle Soar,' 'God Bless The USA,' 'American Soldier,' 'The Battle Hymn Of The Republic,' and finishing with, 'When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again,' changing the name from 'Johnny' to alternate between 'Connor' and 'Dodger'. The medley lasts almost ten minutes and by the time they finish everyone is cheering and applauding. It's better than the 4th of July. With that the band bows and starts packing up. The party's over at one-ten in the morning. It takes another half hour for everyone to say their 'goodbyes and good luck' to Connor and Dodger with lots of hugs and promises that won't be kept. Tracy, the party giver at Merrimack, says this party topped the best he's been to, which is high praise from him. Chubby needs the Jeep to take Mary Jo home because their ride left an hour ago, so Robby lends me his pickup and Cory, Connor, and I finally leave after I have a tearful farewell with Dodger. The finality of it all sinks in and both Dodger and Connor have looks on their faces, like, 'I hope I made the right decision here'. I'm sorta drunk so I drive like Ryan drives, extremely cautiously. We make it to the condo safely with Connor falling asleep on Cory's shoulder. I park in the back and we go in through the basement with Cory and I guiding Connor, who once again demonstrates he can't drink. I grab my sleeping bag and we go upstairs to my bedroom. Then help Connor get undressed to his boxers and get him to brush his teeth, then we leave him to use the toilet. I say to Cory, "I'll go up and get Chubby's sleeping bag for you. Hope I can find it." He says, "Nah, I'll sleep with you, Dylan. I trust ya, hommie." I go, "Thanks, I really don't feel like searching for my bro's sleeping bag, to tell ya the truth." Connor staggers out of the bathroom, muttering, "I've never been so tired," as he climbs in the sleeping bag and lays his head on the extra pillow I got for him from the closet. Cory and I strip to our shorts and Ryan's handkerchief fall from mine underpants, but Ryan's on his way to the bathroom and doesn't notice. While he takes a piss I change my boxers to a clean pair without dried cum and then join Cory as he brushes his teeth. He says, "What an awesome time, Dylan, just so special. The band was awesome, with their medley especially. Quite a send off." We commiserate about funny stuff that happened that during the party; some of which one or the other of us wasn't aware of. Then Cory gets in bed and I take a long pee, "Aaaaaaahhh," relief. Then I get in bed with Cory, as he says, "This is the first time in my life I've shared a bed with someone." I go, "It's traditional to share the pillow, ya know." He mumbles, "Oh, sorry," and moves the pillow over so we both can put our head on it, and I go, "For me this is also traditional," and I wrap my arms around Cory, who's body stiffens. I quietly say, "I'm not going to do anything, Cory, just relax. Doesn't it feel nice to be hugged?" He relaxes and says, "Yeah, actually it does," and we snuggle together. Nice. His body feels like Ryan's. It doesn't take long before he's completely relaxed in my arms and he turns towards me a little more and puts his arm around me too. A boy's naked shin against mine is so sexy. Apparently Cory enjoys feeling mine too as he sighs and rests his forehead against the side of my face. I kiss the side of his forehead and he sighs again, muttering, "Thanks, I could get used to this." I'm enjoying holding him, but soon we're both asleep. A little after three in the morning the need to pee wakes me and I opened my eyes, not thinking clearly, I assume this slight body I'm holding in my arms is Ryan's and I lean over and kiss him on the lips waking him, but it's Cory I'm sleeping with. He mutters, "I never in a million years thought I'd find that a pleasant experience, but I did." I say, "I'm really sorry about that, Cory, I thought you were someone else; honest to God I did." He says, "It's alright, I liked your kiss. I don't get kissed ever, so your's are welcome." I stare at him not sure if he's teasing, and he lifts his head and kisses my lips. Putting my arm around his neck I give him a serious wet kiss, my tongue in his mouth. The kissing last a full minute and a moan slips from his mouth. Realizing he's aroused by the kiss he mutters, "No, Dylan. That's all, it was nice but I'm not gay." I smile, mumbling, "Okay, I need to pee. That's what woke me." He nods his head as I get out of bed and pad into the bathroom. After my pee, I wash my hands. Cory's standing there, muttering, "I need to pee too." I go, "Sure," and leave him to do his business. Back in bed I smell where Cory's head lay on the pillow, but can't pickup a scent. He gets back in bed and shuffles next to me so I put my arms around him and he snuggles against me getting comfortable and we go back to sleep. I wake-up seven hours later not feeling too bad, hangover-wise. The same can't be said for Connor, who's groaning with his hangover so I get him and Cory Tylenol and orange juice. They both mutter, "Thanks," take their medicine and lay back down as I take a shower thinking about kissing Cory last night. I did it innocently at first, but when he said he liked it. Giving him a sexy kiss didn't bring a boner on Cory because I'd have felt it if he had one. My dick firmed up though, but notto boner status although one more kiss would have done it. Maybe Cory found himself getting sexually aroused and it shocked him. Maybe. Then I remember him saying nobody kisses him and he said it like he wishes someone would. I didn't acknowledge my sexuality until I was almost eighteen, which is Cory's age now. It gives me pause, but I can't have sex with anyone but Ryan and Robby now anyway. Connor was my last sex on the side and I don't care for that thought, but it is what it is. Cory's an interesting case, and another thing... last night Lee was awfully friendly to me at times as well. I'm not sure, but one time I thought he was going to give me a drunken kiss. Maybe he thought so too, and was able to stop himself in time. It was when we laughingly were wrestling for the vodka bottle. His five o'clock shadow rubbed against my cheek and my dick took notice. Those fucking shoulders on him are really something and his muscular arms would be such a change for me to feel around me. I'm used to slim boys like myself; that's who I've made love with. Robby's strong, but without all the muscles Lee has. Of course, I'm assuming Lee would dominate me, which serves my fetish well. It was fun playing the field, but I don't want to loose either Rob or Ryan so I'll keep myself under control... I hope. Chubby texts me, 'You up yet, Dylan?' and I text back that I'm coming upstairs in a minute. Connor fell back to sleep, but Ryan's just laying in bed, so I say, "I'm going to see my brother and plan our brunch. Feel free to lay there or wander around. I won't be long. Then I text Robby, 'Hey, boyfriend, you up?' but get no response so I guess he isn't awake yet. Getting dressed in flimsy shorts and a tee-shirt, with sandals on my feet I go up the stairs and inside Cubby's condo. We do a hug and I sneak my usual kiss on his cheek, then he tells me, "The moms got in late last night so we should plan for brunch no earlier than noon." He gets his keys and we go to Stop and Shop for brunch fixings, with Chubby asking, "How come we never plan ahead and get the stuff we'll need for brunch on Saturday?" I mutter, "I don't know," which doesn't really illuminate the query. In Stop and Shop I run into Shaun Sullivan who I exchange one arm hugs with and he whispers, "I gotta have you dominate my ass again, Dylan. That was awesome." Instead of telling him I'm going steady, I realize I'd like to do it with Shawn again. It was a different type sexual thrill, but what's wrong with variety? Keeps things fresh. I tell him, "Yeah, we'll need to do that sometime." He says, "Starting with the haircut too." I ask, "You wouldn't have a dog collar you could wear, by any chance?" He goes, "No, but what a hot idea." We do a quick kiss, and he mumbles, "Just so ya know, I got a thing for you, Dylan." I go, "You rock Shaun. See ya later." Now, where's Chubby? He's in the bakery section putting a crumb cake in his basket. I go, "Good choice, bro." We settle on breakfast sandwiches that we'll make with fried eggs, American cheese, and Canadian bacon on lightly toasted white bread with our world famous hash browned potatoes and green onions. We've got the coffee maker in Chubby's place and we'll also do fresh squeezed orange juice. During the ride back Robby texts me, "Yo, Dylan. The party was a huge hit. I can't make breakfast with you, spending his last day home with Dodger. Love you!' I tell Chubby and he says, "Yeah, that makes sense. He'll come for brunch next week." I thinking the brothers probably want to get in some sex before Dodger goes as well, but don't say it for fear Chubby will think it's a subtle hint that he and I should mess around. Chubby takes the food to his condo while I check on the boys in my condo and find Ryan in the shower and Connor still in the sleeping bag. So I go out on the balcony for a cigarette; my first one of the day. Then decide to make a cup of coffee first and drink it as I enjoy a nicotine hit. I'm thinking about the party and how great it was to see all the guys, but this is it for a couple of things: no more Dodger and Connor, and no more of my roving eye. Well, my eyes can still rove, but I won't be able to act on my urges. Kind of a shame really, I don't see the harm in it, but it's my boyfriends' rule. Then I think about the impromptu sex Ryan and and me had and end up groping myself as I text Ryan. 'Rob's out of commission today. We should get together. Love, Dylan.' He texts right back, 'Great party. I can't pick you up until two. Be ready when I get there. Love, Ryan.' Whoa, I like that bossy part. I'll be ready alright, but then I remember I gotta take Cory to North Andover and drop Connor off at his house. Damn, I text Ryan back, 'Don't be mad, but I need to take Cory and Connor home. I'll be back by four.' Oops, I forget to add, 'love, Dylan.' Ryan calls my iPhone. "Hi, Dylan, you didn't say, 'love, Dylan, at the end." I go, "Huge mistake on my part, you sexy thing. I love you!" He chuckles, "Yeah, I know you do. Okay, I'll be there at four. Can't wait." I go, "Me too, love you, Ryan." He laughs, "That's better. See ya at four and you know I love you too." Okay, so now I don't need to rush. Ryan slides the balcony door open and I drop my cigarette over the balcony railing, saying, "Good morning." He's sheepish, "Good morning. Um, the kisses last night; um, I liked them so maybe I'm gay. What do you think, expert?" I shrug, "Only you know the answer to that." He goes, "It's scary, Dylan, I don't want to be gay, but since I met you and some of your gay friends it doesn't seem so bad." I say, "Thanks, Cory, that's a nice thing to say. What do you think about when you're, you know, pulling your pud; a girl or a boy?" He says, "How do you know I pull my pud?" I go, "If you don't, you're the only boy in the world who doesn't." He chuckles, "Um, I think about how good it feels. No one in particular." I say, "Have you ever been out with a girl?" He goes, "No, but I've never been out with a boy either; not on a date." I mutter, "I don't know what to tell ya, you'll decide as time goes on. Do you want another kiss?" He says, "Maybe I better take advantage of my opportunity because besides you, I can't think of anyone who's ever kissed me other than my grandmother." Jeez, his mother never kisses him? That's a new one. I drink a swallow of coffee and offer my cup to Cory. He mutters, "Thanks," and swallows some. Now we both have coffee tastes in our mouth. I gentle kiss Cory as he leans into me, his hands on my hips. Moving my tongue on his teeth gets him to open his mouth and I give him a sweet lovers kiss for longer then a minute this time, and this time his cock does firm up and he presses it against my leg moaning quietly in his throat. It's quite sexy although he does have a neutral scent. When our lips part he puts his face against my shoulder so I hug him. Then he quietly says, "I've got a boner and I'm embarrassed about it, Dylan." I think I'm picking up some of Ryan's kissing technique. I try imitating him as I kiss Cory again. He taste good, just doesn't have a sexy scent. He's hugging me and moaning openly until he pulls his face away. Red in the face, he says, "I almost shot off in my pants. Jesus Christ, you're dangerously habit forming." I rub his burr haircut saying, "I'll take that as a compliment." Then to change the subject, I ask, "You still liking your haircut?" He lets go of me, and goes, "Like it? I love it. I'm serious, Dylan, you're an excellent barber." I say, "Why thank you, Cory. You're an excellent kisser." He mutters, "I just tried to do what you did and it was nice. Thanks. This is very new to me, but I'm kinda excited about it. I need to think about it though. It sure makes me feel like a jackass for dumping on gays before I met you. I mean, in my head, I've never said anything to anyone's face." Then Connor comes out muttering, "Morning, guys." I ask, "How do you feel this morning?" He goes, "Just the way I knew I would. It's the shots of whiskey that did me in." I make Cory and Connor coffees and Connor says, "Wow, what an awesome going away party. That medley of patriotic songs, sung rock style, had me in tears. If I hadn't already enlisted, I'd probably enlist after hearing that." We talk about the party and then Connor goes in to take a shower. Cory and me talk about his gayness, or possibility of it. I mention bisexuality and he says, "Yeah, heh heh, I'd feel better about things if I could at least claim to be bisexual, but that means I'll need to go out with girls and I'm way too shy for that." Finally he gets around to asking, "Would you consider, um, you know, doing something gay with me?" Damn, I'm getting opportunities left and right of late; ones I can't act on. This is so fucking unfair, but I say, "I'd do it with you in a second, Cory, except Robby and me are sorta in a committed relationship." He goes, "I thought gays were loose sexually," and I go, "Not the ones I know at the moment, although I swear I don't see anything wrong with a little experimenting. As of this moment all I can do is kiss you, but things change 'cause we're young." He goes, "So you're saying there's a chance, right?" I go, "Yeah, sometime in the future, but not at the moment." He shrugs, muttering, "I'm a little scared to try it right now anyway, so that's cool. If I start dreaming about you though, I don't know what I'm going to do." I look at him funny and he grins, saying, "I'm kidding you." I go, "I knew that." When Connor's ready, we go upstairs to Chubby's place. Tris is up; she in her bathrobe. I introduce Cory and he's very polite as I expected he would be. Tris goes in her bathroom for a shower so we got a good hour and a half before brunch. Chubby and I show the guys how we make hash brown potatoes and then we assign the orange juice squeezing to Cory and Connor. Chubby and I assemble the ingredients for the breakfast sandwiches, then we drink coffee eating the crumb cake, but save two pieces for the moms. Naturally we talk about last night and then quiz Connor about going in the Army. "Are you nervous now that the time is here?" Connor says, "No, not really, but Dodger going in with me is the main reason for that. We talked about it last night and decided to have fun with it to the extent we can. Neither of us is negative, we're thinking positively and we're not going to look for things to be pissed off at." I say, "Yep, go with the flow. Ya can't fight city hall when you're in the Army." Finally the moms are ready and we fry the eggs and put everything together answering six thousand questions from the moms about last night. We even were able to be truthful for about half the answers we give." The moms made a fuss over Connor and Cory of course, but that's the price the boys need to pay for an awesome brunch. Chubby, Connor, and me have two sandwiches. Cory has one and the moms shared one, but they ate all the hash brown potatoes and their crumb cake, so quite a lot of food for the moms. With an elaborate goodbye to Connor from the moms, I drive Connor home using Robby's pickup. Connor and I hug and kiss each other on the cheek, then Cory surprises me, and I think Connor, by doing the same. It's hard to believe the change in Cory, but all for the good if you ask me. I drive to North Andover with Cory showering me with thank you, thank you, thank you. He says it was the best time he's ever had. I'm a little disappointed I don't get the hug and kiss goodbye from Cory, but I'll remember kissing him for awhile. Very unexpected turn of events and I'll be interested to see if anything develops. I drop the pickup truck off at Robby and say another goodbye to Dodger. I get a kiss from him, fer sure. Then the brothers drive me home and I get another kiss from both of them as we tell each other, "I love you'. It's sad having to say goodbye to both Connor and Dodger, but they'll be home in ten weeks. I'm back in my condo by three-thirty texting Ryan, eager to see him. He texts back I should meet him at the curb. My mom comes in from shopping, asking, "You're going out again? I never get to see you." I give her a kiss, saying, "Yep, I'm outta here. You're working when I'm home and I'm working when you're home. See ya, mom. Love ya," and I'm out the door anxious for Ryan to get here. That was some fuck he put on my ass last night. All the way down the steps, all twenty-five of them; it's good exercise. Ryan carefully drive over to the curb with his blinker going and his arm out the window signally he pulling over. He the most cautious driver in Massachusetts, a state notorious for it's bad drivers. I run down to the car saluting him, and go right up to his window. He gets his arm around my neck and we do a wet kiss, then another one. His mouth taste like spearmint gum. He says, "Get your hot ass in the car, baby." I say, "That's what Rob calls me sometimes." Ryan says, "Then I'll call you something else. Lets go." The last 'lets go' was definitely an order. I love it. Running around I get in the passenger side and lean over the gear shift to rub my nose with Ryan's. He smiles and says, "Looks like I got you right where I want you, don't I?" I grin saying, "Well yeah, if you want me in love with you and nuclear hot for your sex, then yep." He says, "That's where I want you alright," and then he waits until no cars are coming, then pulls the car away from the curb and we're on our way. He says, "Mom and dad are out again at the Whites, they wanted me to come with them, but I lied and said there's a softball game at the high school and they know I love playing baseball so didn't insist I go with them. The Whites have a boy my age, but he's a bully. Not gay, just a bully so we've never hit it off, obviously. If he was a gay bully, I might have been interested back then. Now I'm not the slightest bit interested in bullies, I'm interested in you." I say, "I'm glad of that." Ryan goes, "You act as if you're grateful I keep you as my boyfriend, when it's me that's so grateful I've taking up praying again to thank God for my good fortune." I go, "I am grateful to be your boyfriend, Ryan, really grateful because I love you and it'd be hard to take if you dumped me." "Well don't mess around with anybody, but Rob, and I won't dump you. Okay?" I say, "You're the boss. I can follow instructions." He nods his head, keeping his eyes on the road. After a minute, he says, "I can't believe the way you act with me; it's the same way I used to be. That changed when I met you. What you said about me being the boss of you is exactly what I always said to the pricks dominating my ass. Of course back then I didn't know they were pricks, I thought they were doing me a favor." I'm like, "I'm not grateful exactly, and I don't think you're doing me a favor anymore than I'm doing you a favor. Like we said last night, we're absolutely perfect for each other." He grins, "Hard to believe you think I'm perfect for you, but I love it! I'll try not to take advantage of the situation although I know I could with you. And like I said last night, no more spankings or nut crushing for you. That served a purpose, but you're fully committed to me now. If I see you're slipping, I'll need to resort to the super dominant stuff again. As long as you willing act submissive to me that's not necessary anymore and we can concentrate on the good stuff. By being submissive I mean, me being in charge of our sex, and always the top, and other than that you just treat me like you treat Rob. Are you okay with that?" I go, "I'm more than okay with it, it's exactly the way I want it to be between us. So, that's why we're perfect for each other." He grins, "Jeez, I love you more every fucking day. I wish we could live together, just you and me. I'd let you see Rob occasionally, and maybe I'd spend a night with him once in awhile too because I still have a love in my heart for him; I'm just not really hot for him anymore; it's you I'm hot for." I ask, "Are you going to tell Rob that?" Ryan goes, "I'm agonizing over that; what should I do?" I shake my head, "I don't really know. We promised each other we wouldn't hurt him." Ryan says, "I know and I don't want to hurt him, but I tried the other day to get you and me to back off our sex a little and neither of us could. So what am I gonna do about Rob?" I ask, "Can we leave it like it is a while longer? You still see him every third day and you and me have our day too." He says, "I'll think about it, and don't worry, whatever I decide to do I'm not getting you involved in it. You've been involved with him for years so I don't expect you to drop him for me this quickly. I'm hoping you eventually will do that though, and I think you will, but not because I tell you to do it. It's gotta be your decision totally; that's the only way it would work long term for you and me." I say, "To be honest with you, I don't see how I could ever drop Rob." He says, "I understand that's how you feel now, but things change ya know." He sounds like me now. I know that not too many guys would willing act submissive to their friend or lover like I do, but it rocks my boat and as long as Ryan never gets like Willie I'm having a blast with our routine. That's not to say I'm not having a blast with Robby too, because I am. He maintains some of the authority figure he pretended to be for a few months, and his supervisor position helps him with that too, so it seems natural too him now. Plus, Robby's too sweet to be a real hard ass about things. I've always wanted a sweet dominant boyfriend and both Ryan and Robby are that now, although Ryan does it much better than Robby, but I like it in both of them. This is the best I've experienced so far in my life, except I'd hate for Robby to be crushed if Ryan says he's not interested in sex with him anymore. Ryan has been basically over-the-top obsequious to Robby and that's done a lot for Robby's confidence; I'd hate for him to go back to doubting himself like he did with our love. Now he's finally convinced I truly love him, and he's right, I do. It helps that he thinks Ryan does too, so I'd hate to see Ryan rock the boat that's all I'm saying. At Ryan's house; when we go inside, I can't help but look at the spot in the foyer where our hot sexual encounter the first day home from college took place. Pushing his glasses up his cute nose with his finger, Ryan says, "Go on upstairs and get completely naked. Then stand tall and just wait for me." I go, "Okay," and trot up the steps with anticipation of exciting sex in my head. My dick's already tingling from the way little Ryan off-handedly told me what to do. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that I wouldn't do what he says. He knows I will from past experiences, although he used to be uncertain when we first started our sex roles. I kinda wish Ryan would keep the spanking in though; not the paddling, but his across-the-lap spanking because I'm not sure how submissive I'll get without that. Undressed I stand straight with my hands clasped behind me to wait for my little dom. Can't help but smile to myself thinking how ridiculous Chubby would think I'm being, but I'm just feeding my personal fetish and enjoying the hell out of it too. Ryan only keeps me waiting a minute or two, then he comes into his bedroom locking the door, explaining, "I needed to put the trash out for early morning pick-up. Tomorrow's a work day and time is short in the morning." I nod my head to show I'm paying attention, but say nothing because that's one of the rules of the game; I only speak when asked a question. He gets his dog collar and fastens it around my neck, then stands back and looks at me. "Damn, that's hot. With the dog collar and your almost shaved head it's just like the so-called master/slave role playing. Well, for some of them it's a full time thing; not role playing." Ryan gropes his dick through his pants, then goes, "Keep your hands behind you," and he ties my wrists together, then gets a leather strip around my elbows and pulls then painfully close to one another. I grunt at that, and he goes, "Okay," but doesn't loosen them. He gets the ball gag instead, saying, "If you're going to complain about a little discomfort, open wide. Wider," and when I do he forces the ball gag in past my teeth and closes the velcro strips tightly around my head pulling the ball back against my gag reflex area. Sweat breaks out on my forehead as he says, "It'll be very uncomfortable for awhile, but you'll get use to it. I'll take it out when I want you to lick my feet and rim me, but for now just deal with it." Well, I guess I don't need to worry about feeling submissive; he's already got me feeling very submission as my dick buzzes and list to the side. I'm so totally helpless already. Well, not totally, because he now puts on my leg restraints, and now I'm totally helpless. My eyes never leave Ryan. Out of his satchel comes the butt plug, "Bend over," he says, as he lubricates the plug. Bending forward at my waist, some lube is dabbed at my anus, then Ryan's finger begins probing my ass as he mutters, "I'm so fucking turned-on, I'm scaring myself. This is beyond my wildest dreams. It's that haircut of yours. What a lucky stroke it was screwing up your burr haircut; lucky for me, I mean." He finger fucks me for a minute and my dick get firm. Taking his finger out, he begins screwing in the butt plug, saying, "It's odd too because I saw you with a similar haircut after spring break. Back then the thought never entered my mind that I'd ever have you hogtied with my dog collar around your neck. Life is funny." He keeps twisting and it's stretching my anus now as he says, "This is a wider plug then I used last time, I want you gaping open back here so when the time comes for me to fuck you, my big cock will slide in easily." It hurts now and I'm grunting around my ball gag, but Ryan pays no attention other than to say, "You know the safe expression, but I'm hoping you'll make me proud and just take it. One time a dom opened me so wide, it took a half hour, but he finally could fit a soup can in my ass. I know now that he was a sadist, but I'm not, so I'd never do that to you. My ass didn't close-up for two days." I'm only half listening to his story because it's painful, but getting better and my cock's hard now. I'm concentrating on how could my boner feels. "Okay, it's in, Dylan. I went as slow as I could so your anus had time to adjust. It'll start feeling real good soon. Turn around now." Still bent at the waist, I turn around and as I do the plug massages my prostate gland; a quiet moan of pleasure slips out of my throat. Ryan looks at me, then rubs my extremely short hair, murmuring, "Your hair's beautiful even cut this short. I think, if it's okay with Rob that is, I'll keep your hair this short summer. You tell him you want it this short; he'll listen to you. Okay?" I don't want to, but I nod my head 'yes'. He goes, "God, this is a turn-on. I can't hardly believe it," and he gropes himself, then unzips and pulls out his cock, which is already pretty hard. "You feeling good yet?" I try saying, 'Yes,' as I nod my head again indicating that I'm okay. He mumbles, "I knew you would be because you're the perfect, perfect submissive and you're my submissive," as he unfastens the ball gag and works it out of my mouth past my teeth with my jaw aching from opening my mouth so wide. He sounded like a happy little kid talking about his new puppy when he said, 'and your my submissive,' like he can't believe how lucky he is. The ball gag out, Ryan massages my shoulders, asking, "Are your arms numb?" I try to speak but it comes out, "Yawsis," and he chuckles rubbing my head like he's touching his prize possession. Then he says, "Open and get your pink tongue way out," which I do and he lays his heavy cock on my tongue, then slides it in, back to the top of my throat, saying, "Wait." I keep my mouth open until Ryan says, "Good, I know you want to suck my cock, but you wait until you're told to." We stay like this as he goes back to rubbing what's left of hair on my head. He says, "What a coincidence that you and Rob have the same shades of blond hair; weird man weird. Okay, you may suck my cock now." My mouth is full of saliva and I close my mouth lapping his hard cock with my tongue, swirling warm saliva all around it. "Ohhh, you suck cock good, Dylan; feels really good." As I suck Ryan's cock in my hopelessly helpless condition my cock really bones-up hard and tight. After a minute or so Ryan grunts, and pulls his boner from my mouth, going, "Whew, did ya get some precum?" In a hazy submissive fog, I mutter "Yes, Ryan." I'm deep into a submissive trance now and nothing matters except this dreamy sexy state of mind I'm experiencing. It is like a dream actually, everything happening in slow motion now, like a dream. Ryan adds to the dream-like atmosphere by switching to is sexy whispery voice, saying, "Stand up straight now." When I do it feels so good getting a crick out of my lower back; I stretch as much as I can tied up like this. Ryan's wrapping a thin leather strip tightly around the root of my boner; it's too tight, but I don't complain. Then a strip around my scrotum at the top of my sack of nuts. It's exciting to know these same strips were tied around Ryan's private parts in the past. My boner is flat against my belly, throbbing and wet from the precum that drooled out before Ryan tied them. He undresses, as we stare into each other's eyes. Ryan has a satisfied little grin on his beautiful lips; lips that kiss better than anyone I know. When naked his cock looks as hard as mine, flat against his stomach looking long and fat. What a cock! He pushes a little footstool over in front of his desk chair and sits down resting a foot on the stool. "I don't have a foot fetish, although it'd be nice if I did, but I liked when you licked my feet last time. Get down on your knees over here and lick my foot." I takes short steps towards him; the bar between my ankles only allowing little steps, and awkwardly kneel down in front of the foot stool. Looking at Ryan for instructions, he says, "Get my sock in your mouth first." It's amazing how difficult it is to do something like leaning over to pick something up off the floor with my arms and legs tethered like they are; not that getting someone's sock in my mouth is a simple thing. It's not something one does normally, but I manage to bite his smelly sock and work the foor part of the sock inside my mouth. Ryan looks like he's trying to hold back a laugh as he says, "Suck it." It taste like a cotton sock as I suck on it for a bit. Ryan grabs hold of the end and slowly pulls the sock out of my mouth and lays it on my head. "Put your face inside my sneaker and let me hear you inhale deeply." I do that and there's a definite foot smell, but it's not offensive like some boys' sneaker would be. He asks, "How's it smell?" I quietly and submissively say, "It smell okay, Ryan," and realize I've slipped into my little boy frame of mind, which I love experiencing once in awhile. Of course this is Ryan's whole purpose to all this nonsense; he knows from experience how calming and pleasurable this deep submissive trance can be. Ryan smiles in that sweet way he has of smiling and conveying love for me, as he whispers, "Hi, little Dylan. Are you having fun?" I do his real fast head nod to the affirmative and he leans forward, knocks the sock off my head, and wraps his arms around my neck for a long luscious kiss like only he can do. My boner pulsates and my balls get heavy with sperm as he moans in his throat almost as turned-on sexually as I am. Mutual gratification of an erotic, very sexual nature; it's a damn shame more gay boys can never experience this. Done his arousing kiss, he kisses both my cheeks and whispers, "I love you so much it's dangerous. I'd do anything for you." I stare in his eyes totally satisfied to be hypnotized by Ryan. That's what it feels like; without a worry in the world. In his whispery voice, "Lick my feet now," as he sits back in the chair. I lean right over and lick up the bottom of his foot three times covering every inch of it with spit, even behind his toes. The same for the top of his foot, lapping over the ankle bone with each lick. Then, sucking on his toes my cock tightens some more and begins moving away from my belly as I gasp at the sensations coming from my cock and balls. Humping my hips because I going to cum, I'm whimpering at the awesome sensations, but only a pathetically weak watery precum substance makes it past the ties. It drools off the head of my cock that's sticking straight out from my groin so hard and tight I can see the extremely stretched skin almost splitting. "The other foot," as he puts it on the footstool. Same thing for that foot, my tongue aching now. Sucking his toes. my eyes up looking at Ryan as he nods his head in either approval or encouragement, or maybe both. "Now my legs." There's a constant whimpering from me now as I do long licks up his well defined calves to his knee and over. More watery precum from my nine year old cock. Both legs done, I stand to bend over and lap up his thighs to his shaved crotch. Finally he stands and I go on my knees to suck his big bag of nuts. Then under his scrotum and then an awkward, jerky walk on my knees behind him to rim his asshole with long laps at first and then suck on his anus lips until my tongue can enter his asshole where the acrid shit taste is more prevalent, but not for long. I french kiss his asshole until he says , "Stop, I'm going to cum!" I stop and he says, "Stand up." It sounds like he said it in a tunnel as it echoes in my ears, so deep in submission I hardly know where I am or who I'm with. As he ties thin strips around his dick and balls the same way he did mine, he mutters, "Jeez, that was close. I almost lost it and let you rim an orgasm out of me. It felt fantastic." Ryan picks up the leash and attaches it to my collar, saying, "I'll lead you around the room getting you used to walking with the leg restraints." He walks to his bathroom with me struggling to keep up. Pulling on my leash when he needs to, "Faster, you can do better than that." It does get easier when I get in a rhythm of fast short steps. Back and forth we go, then Ryan says, "Didn't I tell you you'd better be careful with your willingness to be submissive or you'll wind-up with a dog collar around your neck with someone leading you around naked? Well, look at yourself." I stare at him. He says, "You're in that situation right now. I could put you in my car like this and drive to a gay neighborhood and walk you down the street by your leash naked and you'd do it too. I'm only doing this to you, Dylan, to show you that you need to be more careful who you're submissive with. With me you're safe because I love you, but others won't love you, they'll take advantage of you. Can you understand what I'm telling you?" Both of us have the hardest boners I've ever seen. What Ryan said is sinking in and I think of Willie saying I'd be on a leash with him soon enough. I thought he was kidding or exaggerating, but now I don't think he was. I go, "Yes, Ryan," still in a very submissive frame of mind, but not the little boy one. Ryan says, "Good. You can see how, if I kept this up, you'd not only accept it, but crave for it. Am I right?" I say, "Yes, I understand. You're warning me I could get myself in over my head if I'm not careful." He says, "You're already in over your head if I wanted to pursue it, which I don't." He unhooks the leash, muttering, "I'm worried about you; worried someone other than me takes you down this road. It's not something you want, believe me." Untying my arms he massages them saying, "You're a wonderful submissive partner, but you're too easily led. You need some willpower once in awhile. Okay?" I nod my head, saying, "You're right, Ryan," as feeling returns to my arm. Then he does the other one, saying, "This is crazy, but I love your arms. Wish mine looked like yours. You have the hottest body, Dylan, I love it so!" He takes off my leg restrains and then slowly unscrews my butt plug, that I forgot was in my ass. When it's out I feel the lips of my anus quivering and gripping at nothing, missing the butt plug. I'm free now, but still in a submissive enough frame of mind to stand here waiting for my orders from Ryan. He knows that, and smiles, mumbling, "Like I've told you ten times, you're perfect, absolutely perfect. Just be careful who you let yourself get into submissiveness with. I hate lecturing you, but you needed this lesson; I hope it gives you pause." Cupping behind my head with a sweet smile on his lips, he pulls my head down a little and I'm about to go down on my knees to suck his cock, but his lips meet mine and we kiss a wonderful lover's kiss with my arms hugging around him for all I'm worth. The kissing and sucking of each other's mouth goes on until I'm whimpering with desire. Low moans of sexual arousal from cute Ryan too until he breaks the kiss to push his eyeglasses up; glasses totally fogged over from our sexual heat that is almost visible, shimmering in the air around us. He chuckles, muttering, "Stand right there," as he walks over to where I dropped my tee-shirt. Cleaning his glasses with the tee we stare into each other's eyes, then he puts his glasses on and walks behind me to push as the back of my head. I bend over and grab my knees. With his hands on my waist he spreads the lips of my ass with his swollen cock head, then easily slides it in my opened asshole as the lips of my anus hug the shaft of his big boner. Ryan starts with smooth strokes up my rectum right from the start as a low moan of pleasure comes from us both, "Mmmmm, ooooh, mmm," and the sensations build deep inside my ass with my tongues circling my lips and my right hands rubbing my nipples. Everything on me tingles with sexual pleasure. Ryan smacks my ass, saying, "Tighten your sphincter muscle, and two more, "Slap! Slap!" on my ass. I yelp, then tighten every muscle in my ass as Ryan, mutters, "Keep it like this," with authority and I go right back into deep submission. He's got me totally trained to be submissive at the sound of authority in his voice. I stroke my cock groaning with the need to cum. I've thought I was going to cum ten times already, but hip thrusts and moans of desire produce only more of that thin watery precum; my cock it wet with it by now so my hand slides deliciously on my ridiculously hard boner. "Aaaaaahhhhh," in one long embarrassing moan comes from my throat, my voice box vibrating with the sounds near the end. Ryan pulls out of me, slaps my ass, saying, "Keep it tight for your dom!" and another slap, which adds to my sexual arousal. Looking back at Ryan, I see him untying the strips of leather by pulling on the end of a slip knot around his scrotum, then the one around his incredible cock that's shiny and wet. He reaches under me and releases my nuts and cock as I moan again with my eyes half closed and my mouth hanging open. If anyone else saw me in this condition I'd be mortified, but Ryan understands and expects this type of reaction from me; he been in my place. When he walks in front of me I open my mouth wide and get my tongue way out to accept his throbbing, swollen member. He slides it back and forth on my tongue leaving a trail of precum in it's wake. Ryan rub my short hair quietly moaning with pleasure, his eyes closed behind partially fogged up eyeglasses; I don't think I've ever seen anyone cuter or hotter than this small statured nineteen year old boy. He says I'm perfect, but so is he in my eyes. "Okay, you can suck my cock," so I close my mouth with my lips covering my teeth and suck on that awesome cock until Ryan says, "Stop!" I swallow his precum as he pulls his boner out, saying, "Turn around and I'll bring on our orgasms. I for one am desperate to cum." He sounds like he is too, breathing quickly, extremely turned-on; me too. Squeezing every muscle in my body to tighten my rectum, Ryan pushes his hard boner up inside me, grabs my hips and plows my ass hard and fast as he begins making sounds very much like my whimpering ones, filled with desire. I loose all sense of anything except Ryan's boner and the indescribable pleasure it's giving me. It's a wild ride with him slamming his cock up my ass while pulling me back into him As I hump out my hips ready to blast my cum load from my balls. The sound of skin against skin and my moans of extreme pleasure are all I can hear. That drowns out Ryan moans and groans. There's shivers and sensations like electric shocks zippy around my pelvic area setting off sensations all over the rest of me. It happens fast with me giving a shrill screech as a powerful stream of cum explodes from my cock in a sloppy spray as I'm writhing in a world of sexual stimulation and pleasure. My violent second thrust of my hip produces a long string of cum that feels so good exiting my cock my brain gets overloaded and I go deaf for a few seconds. Then I hear Ryan's "Oooooh," as he fills my ass with cum; there's a momentary warmth, then slipperiness in my rectum. I feel the hard second stream hit my bowels as I'm forcing out little additional spurts of cum that drip off the head of my cock. Weak now with my whole body shuddering I go limp. Ryan continues fucking me for another minute then he goes limp too and lays on my back doing little short thrust in my ass. He's moaning too until his moans peter-out to just exaggerated sounds of breathing. Then his arms around me as he straighten me up. Without a word he takes my hand and leads me to his bed. The only piece of equipment still on me is Ryan's dog collar. We get in bed and under the covers with his cum drooling down my buttocks. Ryan rolls me on my side and gets behind me to slide his cock back up my ass as I go, "Ahhhhhh, yeaaaah." With his arm around me he fucks me slowly for quite some time and finally quietly asks, "Was it good for you, Dylan?" as he slides his softening cock from my ass. I moan, "Mmmmmm, it was more than wonderful, Ryan. Nobody has ever fucked me as good." We wrestle around in bed getting our arms around each other to hug and kiss with low murmurs of love. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Details on the site. Thank you.