Date: Mon, 13 May 2013 17:52:39 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: Nifty DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 12 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 12 by Donny Mumford Laying in Ryan's bed, his arms around me, I sigh thinking back to a half hour or so when I was floating in a sea of submission. My deepest submissive trance yet, and Ryan took advantage of that to demonstrate to me I'm too willing to follow my dominant sex partner, in this case him. But it could have been a dominant sex partner with nefarious things in store for me. Apparently, somewhere between Willie and Ryan, my brain has been trained to click into a submissive mode with any sign of authority in either of their voices. I've become too willing to adopt a submissive posture. Ryan says we've had only five or six role playing sub/dom dates and today he easily hogtied me, got a dog collar around my neck, and had me parading around the room naked, on a leash. Ryan says dominant predators can seem cleverly suave at first, then slowly increasing their dominance until I'm too far gone, past the tipping point, and unable to do anything about it and completely at their mercy. I always thought that was a lot of crap until Ryan showed me today that I was already too far gone to stop him from doing whatever he wanted with me. The really scary part is I didn't see anything wrong with him leading me around naked on a leash in a submissive trance. I didn't want to stop him. Now, thinking back on it, I don't like that picture at all. So Ryan taught me a lesson and he also proved something I don't think he realizes. He showed me I can trust him. I was sure I could before but now I'm positive. He has no nefarious purpose behind his dominant role playing. It's plain and simply to extract the most sexual pleasure out of our sub/dom sex fetish game as possible. It works for both of us equally and that's not something I can say about Willie. I wouldn't trust Willie to do the right thing by me. He told me when I was being very submissive that he would have me on a leash much quicker then he first expected. I thought he was kidding or exaggerating, but I don't think that now. I believe that was his goal. Willie's a goal oriented boy, but he has fucked-up goals. Anyway, Ryan's toning down the dominance after today's example of letting things get carried away. He's already eliminated the paddling and spanking. Oh sure, I get my ass slapped occasionally, but that adds to the thrill. No more nut crunching either. Right now we're cuddling in Ryan's bed kissing and whispering words of love. Ryan confessed I'm his true love, not Rob, but I'm hoping he'll hold off changing the threesome's routine for awhile. Truth is, I'm afraid it'll be a blow to Robby's ego, and even worse, he might think I intentionally stole Ryan from him, which couldn't be further from the truth. That objective never entered my mind in any serious way, ever. Plus, it's not that Ryan doesn't still have a love in his heart for Rob because he does. After all it was Robby who treated him like an equal and showed him love; not like Ryan's previous sex partners who used and abused him for their sadistic pleasure. They didn't give a fuck about Ryan; he was just a sex toy as far as they were concerned. After awhile Ryan says, "We'll take a shower together now, Dylan, but no sex. After the shower we'll get something to eat and then we'll see what develops. Okay?" I mumble, "Sure, Ryan, whatever you say." He takes my hand and we walk naked into the bathroom where he takes off the dog collar, saying, "I'll put this back on you after our shower." I nod my head because the collar's merely a soft wide necklace to me, and I kinda like wearing it. That's probably because it means so much to Ryan, and, like I said, I really don't mind it; the leash, however, is another matter all together. The shower turns-out to be half cleaning and shampooing each other, and half hugging and making-out under the warm water spray. I could make-out with him for hours. We both have boners pressed against our stomachs as we dry each other using a big fluffy towel embroidered with Ryan initials. I tease him about that and he says, "I had nothing to do with it. Mom buys the towels and I use them, that's the extent of my involvement. They could have pictures of Donald duck on them and I wouldn't care." Then he laughs, saying, "Actually when I was a little kid my towels had all the Disney characters on them." I go, "Is Donald duck a Disney character?" and he laughs again, muttering, "Fuck if I know. Only you would be concerned with getting that straight." I go, "Seriously though, I think Donald was drawn by Walt Disney back in the thirties as a foil for Mickey Mouse. I'm pretty sure about that." He laughs, muttering, "Who gives a fuck?" I go, "Just saying," as Ryan buckles on the dog collar, mumbling, "Come on, Goofy, lets get dressed." I asked, "What was Goofy suppose to be, a dog?" Ryan says, "I'm going to blow your mind with this next bit of information: Goofy is an anthropomorphic dog, and I only know that from studying obscure words which I use to try to impress Rob. Now I don't do that very much, but it shows you how inferior to him I thought I was; inferior to you too. You and Rob have showed me I'm not inferior or superior." I go, "That's what I say about myself too. What was that word?" He goes, "Anthropomorphic. It means attributing human qualities to a dog, like Goofy. Man, those are boring old time cartoons. It's kind of fun learning obscure words and definitions though. I've always been a natural speller too." We're getting dressed as I say, "I can't spell for shit; it's embarrassing sometimes. That's were 'spell check' comes in; it's a blessing for dummies like me." Ryan mutters, "You're about as far from a dummy as anyone I've ever met." In the kitchen Ryan asks, "Should we go out to eat or make something here?" I say, "Let me see what my brother's doing for dinner," and Ryan's like, "Yeah, we know Rob's in for the night, but maybe Chubby will come here, or we can go there, or we'll meet him someplace and eat out; whatever you guys want is good by me." I call Chubby, "Chubby, what are you doing for dinner," I listen, then say, "Jesus, you're a glutton for punishment, ain't cha'?" I listen again, then laugh, saying, "Bon appetite!" and hang up. Ryan asks, "French?" and I go, "Yeah, it means enjoy your food, or something like that. Chubby's eating dinner with Mary Jo's family; Sunday dinner with his future in-laws. Oh gawd!" Ryan goes, "Lets eat here, I don't feel like going out." I go, "Sure thing. What's our choices?" He scans the refrigerator and we settle on an old stand by, cheeseburgers and fries. Ryan cooks quarter pound burgers on the gas grill outside while I fry the frozen french fries in vegetable oil. When they're light brown and stiff I scoop them out onto paper towels using a slotted spoon, then hit them with salt right away. Ryan comes in with the cheeseburgers and we sit at their kitchen table and eat our dinner talking about us. Ryan's a romantic and has idealized plans for our future. I already told him earlier I'm not dumping Rob ever, but he think in time I'll realize I need to do that even though it's going to be a hard thing to do. Ryan's and my love seems very real even though we haven't known each other a long time. It's funny, but Ryan's not like Robby where love is concerned; Robby's never believed I loved him the way he loves me, where Ryan has no doubt that I'll eventually love him like he loves me; it's simply a matter of time, but it's inevitable. I get a sick feeling in my stomach even thinking about hurting Robby even though I've hurt his feeling in the past with my alley-cating around, as he calls it, but I'm in love with him... alley-catting or not. I love Robby as much as I ever have. I'm of the opinion you can love two boys at the same time, or at least I can. Maybe I'm the only one clever enough to be able to do that, or maybe I'm delusional. One or the other, but we shall see how it goes and I'm betting on me. Ryan says, "Hey, when you gonna fix the haircut Robby gave me?" I go, "I need my clippers," and we try to figure out the best time to do that. Now we're silently eating while listening to a 'Walk The Moon' CD. Chubby and I can be silent together for a whole afternoon at times and feel comfortable just being together, but I can't do that with anyone else because it gets awkward. Ryan and I are eating in silence and I'm quite comfortable with it, so apparently he's the second person I can be quiet with and not feel awkward. I dip a french fry in a pool of ketchup on my plate and feed it to Ryan. He bites off half the french fry and I eat the other half. Then he does it to me. We eat the rest of the french fries that way while staring silently into each other's eyes. When the french fries are gone, Ryan holds his partially eaten cheeseburger to my mouth and I take a bite, chew it and swallow, then hold my cheeseburger to Ryan's mouth, and we feed each other like that till the cheeseburgers are gone. Taking the last bite of Ryan's burger, he puts his finger in my mouth and I suck the grease from the cheeseburger off his finger, then do the same to Ryan. We maintained serious facial expressions as we ate that way in silence. Then he takes a drink from his can of root beer and holds the can for me and we take turns finishing the can. When I do the same for him with my can of soda he shakes his head once, takes my hand and leads me into his bedroom and undresses me. I undress him then, still without speaking. He wraps his arms around me and we kiss a long soft kiss. Then Ryan does his magic with his sexy lips and active tongue and my cock gets hard with Ryan's scent filling my head until I'm dizzy. No sound except my quiet moan of deep sexual arousal, "Mmmmmm," almost a whimper. Ryan caresses my head lightly with the palm of his hand and then holds my face with a hand on each cheek and does another soft kiss on my lips, then on my nose. He puts his arm around my waist and walks me over to his bed, where I stare at him for a few seconds until he nods his head slightly at the bed and I climb in feeling dreamy and sexy. Ryan gets in behind me and wraps his arms around me with my back against his chest. He kisses the side of my face, then puts his warm tongue in my ear and moves it sensuously around filling my ear with saliva until it's running down the side of my face. When it drools close enough to my lips I lick at it as my boner throbs and drips pre cum. Done with my ear, Ryan rubs his nose and face against the back of my head and then gives the back of my neck a long wet kiss causing chills of sexual delight to zip down my back as my shoulders shudder and I moan from the feeling of being loved and adored by my diminutive dominant lover. His boner then spreads the lips of my anus and slowly, very slowly, enters my rectum as my shoulder again shudder at the pleasure of it all. Ryan holds me tightly, moving only his hip in a rhythmic slow fuck that goes on and on accompanied by my constant moaning, and the subtle sucking sound of his huge boner going in and out of my ass. Ryan's copious amounts of pre cum provide more than enough lubricant to make it an exquisite sexual experience. Perspiration forms between our bodies as Ryan's lips suck my shoulder. It's all so beautiful and I writhe with pleasure in Ryan's arms with both my hands grasping his forearm that's around my chest for a tiny bit more bodily contact. My cock moves straight out from my body and tears of intense pleasure roll down my cheeks as my body stiffens, then convulses with cum streaming from my cock. He hold me tighter as my hip hump forward and with a whimper of sexual intensity and another long stream of cum flies from my cock which feels better than anything I can imagine. The stream of cum fly's quickly from my gaping pee slit as Ryan continues a steady thrusting of that magnificently hard, swollen cock. Three more small spurts of cum complete my orgasm, but the sensations continue as my toes curl and I stifle a scream of ecstasy. I'm limp in his arms now as Ryan grunts, "Umpth, ahh, ahhh," slams in against me, then does short little hard humps against my buttocks, moaning as he fills me up with his spunk. Another short thrust and groan from Ryan, then another stream of cum, and I feel his shoulders shudder against mine. He does some long thrusts up my ass in his warm, slippery spunk, breathing hard with his face against my shoulder. Slowly thrusting now as he gasps for air, then even slower thrusts and then he stops with a long sigh and we stay like that until I'm just about to fall asleep, perfectly content and happy and fulfilled. Ryan pulls his cock from my ass and pulls me over onto my back, leaving his arm under my neck. He brings my head over next to his and we lay like that until we both fall asleep. This isn't a sleep over though, so when Ryan gently shakes me, saying, "It's ten, forty-five, Dylan, time to go," I awaken quickly, muttering, "Huh?" He says, "My parents aren't home yet, but they'll be home pretty soon and it'd be better if we get out of here before they see you're here again. That way they won't be suspicious if we do another sleep-over next week." I was deep asleep and when I open my eyes the light hurts them, as I ask, "How long have I been sleeping?" He goes, "I'm not sure, but I think we fell asleep about eight or eight-thirty." Coughing, I get out of bed naked, muttering, "That was so awesome, Ryan," and realize he's dressed, so I pull on my underpants as Ryan smiles, "Awesome, fer sure. We're in love and it's the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me. You're so..." and he hesitates, then goes, "You're so perfect, but we've been mentioning that word a lot recently so I'll need to look up a better word than 'perfect' for you," as he hands me my tee-shirt. I put it on, mumbling, "Being perfect ain't a bad thing, heh. You too, boyfriend." He kisses me and I finish getting dress. We walk through the kitchen with me still wearing Ryan's dog collar, and I ask, "You cleaned up our dishes?" He goes, "Yeah, while you were sleeping." Then he takes my hand and we go out to his car, hand in hand. It's normally a fifteen minute ride to my condo from Ryan's, but with him driving it takes a little longer. We've said everything we have to say at the moment so we ride in silence and once again I find I'm comfortable with Ryan in silence. We exchange grins a number of time and he reaches over to pat my leg at a red light, mumbling, "You look so awesome in my dog collar. Will you wear it to bed every night for me?" I go, "Sure, I like it." It's been a wonderful Sunday after a wonderful Saturday and I learned something about myself that I'm taking seriously: I can't let my submissive fetish overwhelm me. I've been a glutton with that and while it's exciting and fun, it's also dangerous, so I need to rein myself in. With Ryan there's no danger, but we don't need the role playing sub/dom thing as much as before to enjoy our sex together. Maybe we did at the start, but we don't now because we're in true love and that's a very different thing, as I found out from Robby. Ryan and I have a quick, for us, five minute make-out at the curb below my condo before we say goodnight. I get out and watch Ryan drive out of sight, then up the twenty-five steps I go to my condo and let myself into an empty house. Mom is on another date and I wonder, for the hundredth time, if she's doing on her dates what I'm doing on mine. Me being gay hasn't come up since I came 'out' and it's just as I imagined it would be: something that's just part of our family, and no big thing. I do my bathroom routine, then climb in bed feeling wonderful, but concerned at the same time. I thought I might be in love with Ryan a month ago, but now I'm positive I am and I'm worried about Robby, who I also love. If Ryan is honest with Robby and tells him he's in true love with me, how will that affect Robby and me and how will Robby take the news? He's a sensitive boy and it'll hurt him I imagine, but will that somehow put a strain on our relationship. At the very least it'll put Robby back to wondering if I love him as much as he thinks I do now. I do of course, but he might doubt it and we're right back to where we were when Robby, Willie, and me were the triangle. Not a threesome, never that, but Robby felt he was in competition with Willie and now it'll be the same thing except with Ryan. Hmmmm? Next morning things don't look as dire as they did last night. All Monday it's business as usual with our threesome sneaking good morning kisses behind Robby's pickup; Ryan and Robby are happily chatty as ever. The rest of the day went as expected and Monday night Robby and me have wonderful lover's sex. On Tuesday it's Robby and Ryan, and Wednesday morning they're especially chummy exchanging smirks and smiles so I guess their night was a big success. Wednesday night I don't get my night with Rob because he and Ryan joined a summer baseball league and the tryouts are Wednesday night. This baseball league thing I hadn't planned on, but apparently Rob and Ryan did. The three of us go together for tryouts and on the way I ask them why they never mentioned this to me before. They both shrug, and Rob says, "Jeez, I thought we did, sorry." I try to make the team as an outfielder because I have a strong throwing arm, but with little hope of actually being on the team. I don't make it because I can't hit this level of pitching. I'm about average for sandlot baseball, but organized leagues attract high school and college players who want to stay sharp. Both Rob and Ryan make the team with Robby as shortstop and Ryan as a second baseman. Ryan was on his high school team, but couldn't make the jump to college baseball where there are scholarship players and other players, like Robby, who didn't quite qualify for a scholarship, but are very good. There's a lot of high-fiving going on, especially between Ryan and Robby, but I'm a good sport about it. They'll practice four nights a week so it wasn't until Friday night that I get my night with Robby. We make sweet love together twice; just wonderful lover's sex which reaffirms he loves me best. I haven't heard anymore talk from Ryan about dropping Robby or even slowing down with him, and I guess the fact they both made the baseball team tightened their relationship again. The threesome rolls along even with the baseball practices because we're getting together in twosomes most nights after practice. All games are on Saturdays and Sundays and sometimes both days. Ryan hasn't been doing much of the dominant sex with me although I know he likes it a lot. He's probably not doing it because he thinks I'm overly receptive to it. His form of lover's sex if awesome though, and when I'm with him, it's him I love with all my heart. Then my next night with Robby I'm thinking it's him I'm madly in love with. Robby mentioned in passing that he isn't noticing the devotion from Ryan he used to, but he says he doesn't mind because I'm his true love boyfriend anyway and he still dreams of it just being him and me, which is flattering except Ryan tells me the same thing and I'm beginning to feel stress that I'll need to hurt one of them eventually. Fortunately I'm an expert procrastinator so I don't expect I'll need to do that anytime soon. Work is rolling along smoothly with Robby proving to be an excellent boss. Derek is still Derek, meaning he's an asshole at times. He's obviously feeling more comfortable in his role as Robby's assistant now and even eats lunch with the supervisors. Because he's the bosses son none of the other supervisors protest that he's breaking ranks. Robby tells me that Derek's more sociable with the supervisors so obviously he feels us regular worker bees are beneath him and not worth the trouble to be friendly. He's fair though, being an equal asshole to all of us. Chubby's liking the outdoor job although he and Derek butt heads a lot which is awkward at times, but that doesn't bother Chubby who says he's not taking shit from anybody. Lee is a little bit too friendly to me by coming on openly, while pretending he's teasing the gay kid, me. He says he does the same thing to his gay bud. I know better; he's serious. I gotta admit I fantasize about him fucking me with my face rubbing his five o'clock shadow. That ain't happening though because Rob and Ryan keep me in a constant state of sexual satisfaction, although my eyes roam anyway. Cute boys around my age fascinate me and I can still get boners gawking at them when the rare ones come into view. Gawd, they're beautiful. Both Dodger and Connor email from basic training when they can, mostly on Sunday because modern things like computers and cell phones are banned from the barracks. On their day off, which is Sunday, there's community computers they stand in line to use, accessing their email and sending some of their own. After basic that all changes and their laptops and cell phones will usually be available to them. They both claim that basic training isn't as bad as they expected, but there's still a lot of dumb shit they're made to do. Both boys are keeping their noses clean and staying out of trouble. This doesn't surprise me as far as Connor goes, but is a little surprising for Dodger. They both thank us for all our emails and me for the short letter I type and print out to mail to them so they'll get a letter at mail call. Cory sends Connor letters too; I wonder if they're love letters. Probably not because he's still trying to discover his sexuality which should prove difficult since he doesn't mingle much with boys or girls. He emails me, but doesn't mention our kissing the night of the party and the next morning. I ran into Ray Ellis last Saturday at the mall when I was with Ryan and Rob. He got me aside and wants to know if I've given anymore thought to him and me being boyfriends. He says I'll need to give up the girlfriends if I want to be his boyfriend, haha. I told him that will be mighty hard for me to do, but didn't tell him the reason. The reason's because obviously I don't have any girlfriends so it's impossible to give up what I don't have in the first place; ya can't give up nothing. We're in our third week on the job and, except for Robby noticing a leveling off of Ryan's heat for him, everything's pretty much like the first week. Well, the baseball practices mean later sex, but we manage to fit it in most nights. It's just that the games on the weekend put a stop to our plans for going away on a weekend so Robby and me could sleep together, which I miss. It's raining hard after work on Thursday, so there's no baseball practice. Ryan comes to my house so I can cut the hair on the sides and back of his head as short as my hair was three weeks ago. I tell him it's silly because Rob wants the threesome to do haircuts and pubes shaving Saturday, but Ryan says, "This way the sides and back are already done so Rob can't fuck them up like last time. If he screws up the top I'll just have you fix it the best you can." I feel kinda bad though, it's like Ryan and I are conspiring behind Rob's back, but when it's just Ryan and me, he's the boss so I usually do whatever he wants. I say, "First, I need to do something," and he follows me into my bedroom where I take his dog collar out of it's hiding place and buckle it on myself. Ryan has the biggest smile on his face looking so cute, but real young. I can't help kissing him. We do a nice kiss, then he says, "Do the haircut now, Dylan." We go downstairs and I get the clippers out. He takes off his shirt and I do as he says and run the clippers around the sides and back tapering the cut at the top to blend with the hair on top. When done, the short hairs on the sides and back makes the hairs on top of Ryan's head appear longer than they are. Plus, it eliminates the shingles running sideways on his head from Robby's haircut efforts, which is what Ryan wants to avoid on Saturday. This is all well and good I guess, but who's gonna fix my hair when Ryan fucks it up? He never mentions that. After the haircutting we can't resist messing around and I start it with Ryan, bare chested, sitting on the barber stool feeling his shorts hair with his fingers. His thin tight little body looks so inviting and his bare skin is putting out an aroma which I can't resist. I hug around his chest from the back and kiss him at the base of his neck and on his shoulder and inhaling his aroma. It's an aphrodisiac to me. Kissing the side of his face, he reaches behind and gets his arm around my neck, murmuring, "I love the way you love me, Dylan. You're so open about it; so willing to adore me. It almost feels like you're worshiping me and I hope you sense that's the way I love you too. We're a million to one shot; you and me meeting and being so perfect for each other. It was so unlikely as to be impossible, yet we did meet and it happened. I recognized that you were intensely attracted to me before you realized it. It shocked and thrilled me, and was hard to believe at first. After the very first time I did the dominant sex with you though, then I knew you'd be mine and now you are. You'll eventually come to that same conclusion yourself, but it'll take a while longer because of your long history with Rob, and because he's wonderful for you too. If he were less wonderful, you and I would already be solely devoted to each other. I can wait because you're a prize worth waiting for." His confident way of stating that unlikely scenario is spellbinding; the conviction in his quiet statement makes it almost seem like fact. I'm standing here hugging him from behind so I can't see his eyes. But if I could his eyes would reveal not the slightest doubt that it will become reality. I say nothing, just keep the side of my face against his, hugging him tightly and not wanting to let go of him. Ryan says, "Give me your hand, Dylan," so I rub down his arm with the palm of my hand until my hand holds his, my other arm still holds him around his chest. He slides off the stool and faces me, to say, "I know you doubt what I say, even though in your brain you know I'm right, but please don't let it bother your mind just yet; it's for the future. For right now, just think about me fucking you in your bed." I stare at him, holding hands, and he grins, "You're the cutest boy I've ever seen and I emphasize 'boy' because you're one hundred percent that. If you were the slightest bit feminine it wouldn't work for me. Us meeting and being perfect for each other was a million to one shot and so are you a million to one; maybe one in ten million." I'm hypnotized by his words, by the way he says them, and by him. A smile from this now very confident boy as he gently rubs his hand down the side of my face, murmuring, "Kiss me, Dylan." I lower my head and our lips meet for a lips-only kiss that's so sweet I find myself fondling his body again and burying my face on his shoulder, against his neck. He rubs the hair at the back of my head, still holding my hand. Then whispers in my ear, "Come to bed with me now," and I do. We walk up the stares holding hands with me staring at his cute face. As always he stares back with eyes full of love for me while pushes his glasses up his cute nose. We end up naked in my bed kissing and cuddling, his words of the future brushed aside to fully enjoy the present. I love being naked in bed with another boy and Ryan's body has risen to tie Rob's as my favorite naked boy's body. He feels small in my arms, but when his cock rubs against mine, it's I who feels small. Ryan says we overuse the word 'perfect', but I don't have another word for him: he's perfect for me: He's cute with excellent hair and his taut small body is mostly hairless and makes for a wonderful bundle in my arms. His aroma is an aphrodisiac to me and I'm immediately aroused in his close company. He has a boyish voice, like Robby, and he's all boy without a single gay affectation; a regular boy who likes and plays sports and just happens to be one hundred percent gay. No hedging with that, he's gay, he knows it, and he embraces it the way I do. Ryan has an incredible penis and he uses it expertly as a natural 'top', even though I'm the first and only boy he's 'topped' in anal sex. He's got a good sense of humor and is fun to be with too. His dominate style of sex is the best I've ever experienced and it's obvious his main concern while making love with me, whether in rough sex or loving lover's sex, is to pleasure me at least as much as he's pleasuring himself. He cares about me and is protective of me in his own way. I've no doubt he loves me above every other human on the planet and he's not afraid to describe, as well as, demonstrate that love. In short, he's perfect and I love his friendship and his love. Ryan looks at me, and says, "Love with you is the highlight of my life, so far above any other highlights, including wonderful highlights with Rob; all previous ones are out of sight, far below. You take me to the stars, Dylan, you allow me to fly and float in space and time. When we're making love we're someplace no one else is; it's your's and my world for us alone. You're my love of a lifetime and I found you at only nineteen years old giving us eternity to be together in one form or another. Promise you'll never stop loving me," as his hands caress the side of my face. I stare at him, hypnotized by his words and the sincerity in his voice. My lips are parted in awe of him as our foreheads come together and I mumble, "I promise, Ryan." He hugs my neck and our lips meet for a lips-only kiss that sends shivers of delight to my balls. Then his tongue's is in my mouth and his magical way of kissing brings a moan of arousal from my throat and a moan of his name, "Ryan," with my lips on his and his scent filling my head even as the taste of his mouth gets me swirling his saliva on my tongue, sucking on it and moaning. Ryan quietly says, "Show me your submissive love for me, Dylan, by worshipping my body." I kiss his lips and drag my tongue down his chin and across his neck to his chest. Licking over his chest to his left nipple I suck it and lick it until it's hard and erect, then across to his other one to do the same. His fingers go through my hair that he pulls occasionally sending chills and tingling down my spine. Going under the covers, I'm kissing and licking his stomach that raises little goose bumps and he shivers and shakes. Sucking on his belly button, then filling it with warm clear saliva I lick down to his three-week growth of pubic hairs and lick them flat to his groin, then lick his hard cock and big balls covering them with spit. Picking up his cock, I put the head in my mouth and lick it with my tongue, swirling my tongue around it while sucking the shaft with my lips and stroking it with my thumb and two fingers until Ryan squirms on the bed grunting at the sensation on his body that are alive and dancing and causing him to gasp and pull my hair again. Spitting out his cock, I get on my knees between his legs and grasp his ankles to slide his feet up near is ass with his knees up forming a little pup tent in the covers. Laying flat on the mattress between his legs with my feet sticking out over the end of the bed and out of the covers, I lick his feet and suck his toes. Then lick up his calves and over his knees loving the taste and smell of his body and a moan comes from my throat as my cock gets so hard under me the skin is stretched creating that deliciously painful feeling of an extremely erect penis that's leaking and throbbing with a life of it's own. I lick his other foot and up that leg. Ryan's foot seems to tremble with another low moan coming from him. Lifting his balls I lap under them and along as much of the ass crack as I can reach. Ryan scoots down a little raising his buttocks so I have full access to his ass and I lick all over it and do wet noisy kisses on his ass cheeks and then right on his asshole with the lips of his anus seemingly kissing back. Sucking on his asshole while licking it at the same time gets Ryan's feet moving back and forth on the sheet lowering and raising my pup tent. My tongue works it's way inside his asshole and the acrid shit taste slows me down a second, but I clean and swallow the taste. Both my boyfriends' shit smells and tastes like shit, but it hasn't made me sick yet so that's the silver lining. My tongue fucks his hole and Ryan's buttocks is hopping off the mattress doing one inch high hops with Ryan writhing on the bed gasping and making grunting sounds almost like he's crying. Then he's had all he can take, he gets my head between his hands gently pushing it away from his ass, breathlessly saying, "I need to fuck you now." I'm out from under the cover panting, spit covering my face from my nose down to my chin, staring at Ryan. "On your back, Dylan, and pull your legs back. As I do that, my boner plastered to my stomach wet and so hard the stretched skin shines. Ryan walks on his knees in between my legs that I'm holding back with a forearm around my ankles, and my heels next to my buttock, my knees in the air. "Get your ass up in the air, Dylan," and the touch of authority is back in his voice. He says, "You're got me so aroused my whole body is tingling and my cock is pulsating. His glasses are steamy so he whips them off and tosses them on the nightstand. Lining up his wet boner head at my anus I gasp with anticipation. He glances at me when I whimper, feeling very submissive to him and not sure I deserve to be fucked like I desperately need. He takes a deep breath and says, "You're so sexy when you're in heat for me like this, and you got in this extremely aroused sexual state by submissively licking and sucking my body and ass. That is such a turn on to me you can't imagine. I love you." He pushes the head of his cock past my quivering anus and then past my sphincter and leaves it there. Putting a hand on either side of me, he leans over me, then very slowly leans down towards my body and ever so slowly his hard boner penetrates my rectum inch by inch as I make more whimpering sounds, but of extreme sexual pleasure now. Soon he's laying on me chest to chest, by head between his hands and seven plus inches of his boner up my ass. I go, "Ahhhhhh, Ryan, ooooh, my god it feels good." He humps his hips and my arms go around his back and my legs go under his buttocks and against mine as a long moan escapes my lips. It doesn't embarrass me with Ryan anymore; I moan and show him the pleasure he gives me openly now. Ryan lifts his ass, moving his hard cock in my ass and begins steadily fucking me with long strokes and thrusts of that killer cock. It's his magic wand of pleasure and I'm hugging him kissing the top of his head and moaning constantly, all at the same time. I almost blew my load licking, kissing, sucking, and worshiping his body so as much as I desperately want the sensations of pleasure in my ass to continue forever, my balls have a different agenda; they mindlessly must deliver lots of sperm to shoot out my cock and they're busily doing just that as they grow hard as marbles and travel up close to my cock to do their duty like good nuts should. I love my nuts and I love my cock, and my ass being fucked so good is sending out stimulated sensations of sexual pleasure in amounts that overload my senses. I thrust against Ryan's weight with desperate sounds that can only mean climax is pending. My head goes side to side on the pillow, "Ump, ump. ah, ahhhh," as cum streams up the shaft of my cock and flies out the gagging lips of my pee slit splashing between both our bellies. Then, "Ohhhhhh, ahhh, " as another strong flow of cum makes the journey to the new world joining it's brother on both our stomachs with Ryan grunting and continuing to drive his piston boner up my ass, his forehead against my shoulder with my arm around the back of his neck. His face slides slightly in our sweat with each thrust up my ass. Erotic sensations continue buzzing through me as the last drools of cum drain from my cock, my pee slit opening and closing like the lips of a gold fish in a fish bowl looking for food. My shoulders do a late shudder as now Ryan begins his sounds of desperation, needing to climax, those feelings are on him and growing fast. He quickens his thrust, slamming his crotch against my buttocks grunting and then whining like he's in pain as he lifts his head from my shoulder, his eyes tightly closed and his face scrunched up, "Oh, Oh, um, um, Ohhhhhh!" A hard thrust and he holds tight against my ass pressing into it moaning and I feel the first sharp stream of cum explode against my bowels. "Ahhh," and another little hump and the momentary warmth, then the slipperiness is obvious, another little hump and a long sigh, then nothing for a few seconds and finally long thrusts again as his cum begins drooling creamily out of my rectum and sliding slowly down my buttocks. Ten more thrusts and he collapse on me with my legs coming up to encircle his back to hold him impaling me with his fat long boner. He does a quiet long, "Oooooh, Mmmmmm," and then just heavy breathing as both our hearts hammer our chest and each other's chest too. The breathing settles down and calmness descends with the feeling of being sexually satisfied. I rub my fingers through his hair while rubbing his shoulder and his back with my other hand. He's so awesome. I kiss the side of his face muttering, "You're such an awesome lover, Ryan. Nobody can do it as good as you and I love your body and your hair and you." He takes a deep breath, mumbling, "Tell me more, heh." Then lifts his head and I lean mine towards it for a long kiss filled with love and appreciation for being fucked so spectacularly. We kiss for awhile with me now able to notice individual things like his sexy scent, the feel of his special little body, special to me, and of course his fantastic cock filling me up so comfortable and sexily. It's all very much the way I'd want it to be, and it's real life so I don't need to dream or wish for it. I got my dom Ryan, who takes care of me in every way fulfilling all my needs. He lifts up and I take my legs off him so he can fuck me for ten more minutes getting both of us moaning with pleasure again, but no orgasms of course. Pulling out and leaving me gaping open back there, he lays next to me on his stomach in my little twin bed with our sides touching and his arm over my check. He asks, "Was it good for you? it surely was for me." I say, "Like I already told ya, Ryan, nobody does it for me like you. You're the best." He asks, "Better than, Rob?" and I have no problem now being honest. I go up on my side and caress his face, saying, "Better than Rob, better than anybody." He says, "Whoa, how big of a number does 'anybody' represent?" I go, "Um, Ryan, quite a few, I can't lie to you for some reason, but please don't hold that against me now." He says, "I kinda do, but that's in the past. No more side sex though, right?" and he has my chin between his thumb and forefinger, sternly saying that, and I almost slip into my little boy trance from being chastised about my loose behavior in the past. I say, "I'm through with that, Ryan, honest. It's Rob and especially you now for me." He says, "I love you so much, Dylan, but it would ruin it for me if you act like a slut. My perfect Dylan wouldn't be perfect anymore and it would crush me because it' would humiliate me and make me think you don't respect me. Rob put up with that from you, but I won't. I need to have trust in you like you can have in me." I nod my head, saying, I understand, Ryan, but you're too important to me now. I'm not taking any chance of losing you, " and I hug him desperately again, wanting him to say it's wonderful being with me, just me. I'm laying my chest on his chest now kissing his cheek. He absently rubs my back, muttering, "Okay, I believe you, Dylan. Calm down, you get too agitated at times." I go, "I get agitated at the thought of you dumping me, or when I get jealous because you're with Rob." He says, "I'll never be with Rob again, if you won't either. You're going to eventually decide to be mine alone, so the sooner the better. It'll be just you and me. Rob's a big boy, he can handle it and he'll have no trouble replacing the likes of me. He'll have a hard time replacing you, but he'll find someone almost as good who will be loyal only to him and then all four of us will have what we want." I snuggle in against him and in a whiny voice say, "I can't Ryan. Maybe I want to, but I can't." He says, "Don't whine okay? You'll do it when the time is right for you, and I'll wait because, believe me you're worth the wait. Thanks for wearing my dog collar too." I pick my head up and kiss the end of his nose saying, "You're welcome. I already told ya I like wearing it because you used to wear and because it makes you smile seeing me in it." He says, "Okay then, I'm totally convinced we know our roles now, you're properly submissive and fully acknowledge my dominance in our relationship so there's no longer a need for the token salute when you see me. I'm sure of your devotion now. I'm going to give you a hickey like Rob gives you and I know it'll sting, but I want to give Rob a hint that you're leaning my way. It's a start anyway. The realization will occur to you and Rob in time, and like I said, I have the time. Please don't complain, just know it's my love I'm sucking on your neck, my loving hickey so you'll know it's mine when you look at yourself in the mirror. I love you beyond words and when you're all mind I won't need to give you hickeys, although I imagine you'll ask me to." He gives me a hickey that's bigger that he normally does, and it stings near the end, but it's still not as bad as when either Willie or Robby do it. Naturally I don't mention that to Ryan, just thank him for the hickey and he gets very sweet telling me how awesome I am and how lucky he is to be my dominant lover. He tells me he's taken up praying again to thank God for me in his life. That's pretty nice. He needs to get home for dinner so we get dressed and kiss goodbye. It's still pouring rain and it's gonna be Rob and Ryan later tonight. I'm afraid Robby going to again notice Ryan's not an enthusiastic lover. Ryan fucks me so often he's usually sexually satisfied before his dates with Rob and I usually am too, but I'm so crazy in love with Robby I still love his lover's sex. I'm staying in tonight and catching up on sleep. Ryan or Rob, will I really need to choose? Is Ryan right that I already have chosen him, but just can't admit it to myself? All I know for sure is Ryan's made his choice and it's me by a mile. It worries me that he'll probably be just going through the motions with Robby tonight. Ryan will probably be thinking about me again like he did when Robby fucked him before the going away party. I probably could have Ryan wrapped around my finger is I wanted to; the sub rules the dom. Ha ha. That's not how I roll though. Just because he's head over heels in love with me doesn't mean I'm going to take advantage of him. We're equal, the two of us. He maybe is into me more than I'm into him, but that's no reason for me to gloat. Him being dominant is our game, nothing more or less than that and it's fun for both of us. Like we both said, neither one of us is superior or inferior to the other. He's getting carried away worried I'll become too submissive to him or anyone else. I know that myself and but he's a tad dramatic about the sub/dom thing. I let him influence me that it should be a concern for me. It's good for my ego that both Ryan and Robby want me to be their true love boyfriend and no one else's. I need to stay humble and not flaunt that to either, especially Ryan because I don't want to burst his dom bubble. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Details at the site. Thank you.