Date: Sat, 1 Jun 2013 05:36:07 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 15 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 15 by Donny Mumford Wow, do I feel good on this beautiful Saturday morning in late June. Getting to bed around ten o'clock last night has a lot to do with me feeling rested and ready for anything. Usually Friday nights are late nights; last night wasn't a late night, but that doesn't mean nothing happened. Earlier last night Robby and me had dinner at the Olive Garden with an uninvited guest, Travis Pickles. Uninvited by me, that is. Robby and Travis planned this get-together in order to convince me that it'd be okay for Travis to replace Ryan where Robby's concerned. Surprising myself I discovered it is alright with me because it means more nights for me and Ryan. The potential problem though is this new arrangement might hurt Ryan's feelings and erase a lot of his recently acquired positive self-image, although I have a feeling it won't. After dinner, Robby and I said goodbye to Travis and later we made hot love in his pickup, and it was hot in a couple of ways, the sex was hot and so was the weather. The intriguing aspect of our sex last night is that I did the fucking, and it was good too 'cause variety usually is good. Maybe Robby and I have been a little stale or predictable with our sex recently. Hmmm, that doesn't sound right though because me licking Robby's feet and ass is a fairly new addition to our love making, not that I did it last night. Another thing, when Robby's doing the fucking I never once thought, 'This is stale'. So that's not it. Robby's probably rediscovered that he likes getting fucked even though he prefers 'topping', it's just that once in a while he wants to feel a stiff cock up his ass and I can't say I blame him. The downside to that is Travis must be fucking Robby, which is what probably reawakened Robby's desire to have me do him occasionally. The Travis connection also implies Robby has been having sex outside our threesome, which is a little disappointing, but it isn't bothering me too much and I'm not sure why. Who knows, maybe it won't bother Ryan too much either, and I'll see about that this morning. The bottom line, like I said, is that Ryan and me can see each other twice as much as before. I think that's a good thing and I hope Ryan sees it that way, too. Of course, for a number of reasons Robby and Travis might not last long as sex buddies. Travis just broke up with his long-time boyfriend, but maybe the kid will make a comeback. Travis told me he can't handle two boyfriends at the same time, so we'll see what happens if his ex does a reversal. Or, Robby might decide Ryan and I are getting it on too much and he'll want more dates with me, and maybe even regain his interest in Ryan. And another potential reason Robby and Travis might not last is they might discover they're not really into each other as much as they now think they are. Just because two boys are gay and cute doesn't mean they're compatible. On the other hand, I suspect Robby's been diddling with Travis on and off for quite awhile so that third possibility might be bogus. I'm not much for planning ahead though, so I'm working under the assumption this change will simply mean increased sex between Ryan and me, and the same amount of sex for Robby and me. I'm good with that for now, as I like to take things day by day. Little dominant Ryan is still lighting a fire in my balls, so even though I'm not horny at the moment I wouldn't mind a taste of his dominant sex this morning. That thought gets me playing with myself and chuckling because I'm again considering the possibility I may be a little bit sex-obsessed. If I am, I don't really care because I'm having the time of my life and at nineteen I should be having the time of my life. If not now, then when? Okay, I had my shower last night so it's a quick trip to the bathroom to do my business, then I'll text Ryan. Robby wants me to feel Ryan out about this new arrangement with Travis. It's hard to imagine Ryan not thinking it's a good thing, or am I giving myself too much credit? After cleaning myself up in the bathroom, I put on some shorts and a Merrimack T-shirt and slip into sandals, then make some coffee and take my steaming cup to the balcony with my cell phone to smoke a cigarette and text. Lighting my smoke, then tasting my yucky instant coffee, I text: 'Ryan, are you up? Call me. Love Dylan.' Two minutes later my cell phone rings, but it's not Ryan. I stare at the caller ID groping myself because it's Willie who's calling. Biting my bottom lip, I answer, "Hello, stranger," and Willie says, "Hi yourself. Dylan. Hey, how come you haven't called me? It's been a goddamn month. I was positive you'd need to call and beg me to dominate your ass like you love and need. Whassup with that?" I go, "Um, hi Willie. How ya been?" He says, "I've been getting dominated by a sex buddy of my freakin' neighbor. My old time submissive self used to get dominated by the kid next door and he picked up on it six weeks ago. I told you about that on our last date at that dumpy motel. The thing is, my neighbor's now passed me on to one of his dominant friends and this guy is so hot he's got me wearing a dog collar. In the process I've learned some new moves that I'm gonna use on you, so you're benefitting from my experience as much as I am. I'd forgotten how lucky submissive boys like you are. It's really hot and I'm willing to share it with you if you ask me real nicely and apologize for not calling me." I go, "Huh. Well, you told me not to call you for one thing, and for another I have a new and improved dominant sex partner, plus I'm tighter than ever with my main boyfriend, Robby. The long and the short of it is I gotta say it's been great, Willie, I've had a lot of awesome times with you, but I've moved on. I still have a nice feeling in my heart for you and I thank you for that. We're young, Willie, so you know how it goes, we change our minds sometimes." Willie goes, "Jesus, that surprises the hell out of me, but you're right about the changing minds part; look at me, I've gone back to being submissive. I'm sexually double dipping now. Okay, I'm not going to throw a ram over this temporary brain fart of yours, and I'm not going to talk you into seeing me to discuss it. If I did that you'd change your mind again and find yourself spending the weekend in my bed. No, I'm not going to bother. What I am going to do is tell you that I'm here for you when you need me, and I return your thanks with thanks of my own to you. You're an extremely special lover and I'm not surprised another dominant type has got you under his thumb, but you'll find in time that you miss me and the things we do together. All you need to do is call and I'll come pick you up. Any kind of trouble you find yourself in, whenever, just call me and I'll get you out of it. I still love you and I'll say goodbye on that note." I say, "I love you in a way too, Willie. Thanks for the get-out-of-jail-free card. I appreciate the way you're acting about this awkward situation and you're probably right, I will need to call you sometime or other. Goodbye for now." And he just hits 'end' button on his cell without uttering another word. I think he was more upset about my rejection than he let on. I say that because his voice sounded funny at the end. Hmmm, yeah but his crying-sounding voice might be one of Willie's tricks to get me to do what he wants. He knows me very well and he'll know I feel badly about blowing him off like that. He'll know I'm thinking about all the things he's done for me and the trips and presents he's given me. He knows I'll have a guilty conscience about just saying 'no' to him. And he's right on every count, but I'm not going to do what I want to do, which is call him back to somehow do the 'no thanks' more graciously, and with more appreciation of things he's done for me. If I do that, he'll talk me into seeing him and then where will I be? Lost, I'll be lost, so I'm not doing it. Damn, I feel bad though. What if it wasn't an act and he really is heartbroken? Thinking about Willie, I'm pulling on my lip while staring at my cell phone, almost ready to call him back when I'm saved by the bell, as my cell phone rings and it's Ryan this time. I excitedly go, "Hiya, hottie! How ya doing this morning?" Ryan says, "Damn, I like your nicknames for me, Dylan. They make me feel so good. The nicknames my old dominant sex partners used to call me weren't good ones at all; they reinforced my poor self image and convinced me that I wasn't worthy of being treated any better than the way they treated me. You're the opposite. You and Rob have changed my life and it makes me feel like crying with appreciation sometimes. Embarrassing to admit that, but there it is. I'm doing excellent, thank you for asking. Mostly I'm doing excellent because I'm talking to you, although I am a little horny, too." I go, "Well, that's an unexpected news flash, Ryan... haha. You and me are always horny, we're simpatico like that." He chuckles, "Yeah, convenient isn't it? You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I can thank Rob for that." I go, "I'm enjoying our mutual admiration society, Ryan, shall we continue it over breakfast at the Pancake House?" He's like, "Awesome idea! I haven't had pancakes in, um, too long. I'll pick you up in fifteen minutes. Hey, my dad's buying me a car, or leasing me one. I'm wicked excited." Thinking, 'it's about time,' I say, "That is awesome. What kind of car?" He says, "Get this, it's a Mini Cooper convertible." Hmm, I'm freakin' jealous, but sound excited for him as I say, "That's so cool, Ryan, I'm happy for you. When you getting it?" He says, "This afternoon when my dad finishes work. He needs to work in his office this morning." Well, it'll be cool riding shotgun in that vehicle, fer sure. We both say, "See ya soon, boyfriend," then end the call. Damn, he's lucky, but his dad's rich and that's what rich dads do, they buy their only son a car. At least it seems that way. I don't actually know too many rich kids. I consider putting mousse in my hair to look cool for Ryan, but don't because we're getting our haircuts today and I don't want Robby to think I'm disrespecting him. He said he's done telling us what kind of haircuts to get, and to come to think of it, maybe the threesome's done too. If Robby drops Ryan for Travis, like he's going to do, where's that leave the threesome? That makes me sad because I've come to feel comfortable with our threesome and with Robby in charge. Damn, it didn't even last a month into the summer. I can't say I expected this abrupt ending, it's like it just, um, fizzled out. A shame really, but things change quickly with us teenagers. Looking at my reflection in the mirror and running my fingers through me hair, I'm considering what kind of haircut would look cool and then it hits me: Whatever kind I want, Ryan will fuck it up. Best to get a simple buzz cut which even Ryan can't fuck up too badly. Oh well, who do I want to impress anyway? It's just Ryan and me, and Robby and me, with no more alley-catting so what does it matter what my hair looks like? I wait for fifteen minutes, then go outside and start down the steps to meet Ryan. He said he'd be here in fifteen minutes, but with Ryan's super-cautious driving it'll be closer to twenty. Right on the dot of my estimated time of arrival he drives around the corner with me standing at the bottom of the steps. I can see sunlight shining off his new eyeglasses that are identical to his old ones except with new prescription lenses. Teens' eyes need to be checked every year in Massachusetts if you want new glasses; it's the law. Obviously a law passed by the optometrist lobby at the state house. We've got a lot of laws and a lot of taxes in this state; bad drivers too. Since the invention of the cell phone, citizens here have sacrificed turn-signal usage in favor of holding their cell phone to their ear. It's apparently become impossible to drive anywhere unless you're also talking on your cell phone, or texting, which is even worse. Cell phones are okay, but it's against the law to wear headphones for some reason - maybe just to have another law. Ryan's smile is bright as I saunter towards him returning his smile with one of my own. At his car I go to the driver's window, which Ryan's putting down for a kiss 'hello', which we do with a smacking sound when our lips part. He tastes and smells good so I kiss him again. Ryan's in his bossy frame of mind as he says, "That's enough, Dylan, get in the car," and that gets my dick moving; this is so much fun for me. I scamper around the other side of the car and get in sliding right over to put my arm around the back of his neck, asking, "One more kiss, please," and he grins, then leans his head over to give me his magical one-minute kiss that raises a boner in my pants. It's awkward though because the gear shift, in between the bucket seats, is poking my side. Done the kiss, I stare at him saying, "Nobody can kiss like you, Ryan, nobody." He says, "At least something good came out of my bondage years as a submissive to those animals. I can't believe I ever let them do to me what they did." I go, "Was it harsher treatment than the dominant fucks you lay on me?" He laughs, "Get serious! I'd never do to you what they did to me. I don't like hurting you even though it's part of the role playing, and even if you say you don't mind. I just don't want to hurt you. I want to treasure you as the extremely rare bit of good luck that I think you are, the luckiest thing that's ever happened to me. You and Rob, but you especially, Dylan, I love you to a scary degree." Ruffling his soft short hair, I say, "I love you too, you sexy thing," and we kiss again. Then I say, "Can you fuck me someplace this morning, Ryan?" He goes, "You know I'd love to, but where? My mom's home and it'd be mighty suspicious if we locked ourselves in my bedroom." I go, "Yeah, and my mom's home too. She leaves for work around four usually, but I never know when my brother will bop in." Ryan says, "Let's think about it over breakfast," and he starts checking traffic carefully before pulling out, muttering, "Put on your seatbelt," then slowly pulls away from the curb and we're on our way. During the drive I try to think how best to bring up the Travis and Robby situation. While I mull that over, Ryan's telling me about him and his friend Felix from North Andover, and Felix's girlfriend, who all went to a party last night. The party was thrown by another friend of Felix's who lives in Weston, which isn't far from Framingham so Felix picked up Ryan and brought him to the party, too. Very nice of him I must say. Felix is a good kid, and he and Ryan are tight even though Felix knows Ryan's gay, which makes me like Felix even more. The gist of the story is that Ryan tried dancing using the rudimentary lesson I gave him at Connor and Dodger's going-away party, and he apparently got to be a pretty good dancer by the end of the party. This doesn't surprise me because he had some natural rhythm when I was teaching him some steps and he looked pretty good. Connor, not so much, but I think Cory did pretty well at it too. Of course, I was a bit tipsy so I may be getting Connor and Cory's dancing abilities mixed up, but not Ryan's. I paid closer attention to Ryan. At the Pancake House, we get seated and while we wait for a waitress, I say, "I need to ask you something Ryan, and it has to do with you and Robby, er, Rob." He goes, "Shoot," and I hesitate, then, "Well, Rob is under the impression you've lost interest in him. This is between you and me, by the way. Why do you think he feels that way?" Ryan shakes his head, then mutters, "Damn, I thought I fooled him, but the fire has just gone out, Dylan. I still love him for what he's done for me, especially getting you and me together. I thank God for that every night, but damn, the last thing I want to do is make him feel bad. I feel awful about this. How can it happen so quickly, Dylan? One week I think he walks on water and I can't wait to be fucked by him and the next week it's like, um, nothing's there." He's distressed, mumbling, "I don't even feel like eating now. Dammit!" I say, "I'm sorry to ruin your breakfast, but it's not as bad as you think." His eyes open wide, "Tell me!" So I continue, "Well, Rob's reconnected with a guy he's known for a couple of years, and who he's messed around with sexually in the past. I don't know the details and probably wouldn't like them if I knew them, but that's neither here nor there. Last night Rob asked me if there's a way he could include this new kid into his sex life, you know, for buddy sex. Well, there's no way really, and that's obviously because the three of us have promised to keep our sex inside our threesome. He knows you've lost interest in him, and he understands things like that happens with us teens, but what's he to do now? I sure don't know, but I thought you might have an idea." Ryan frowns and sits back in his chair thinking. He plays with his bottom lip pulling on it absently with his forefinger and thumb, which is what he does when he's thinking. I've found myself doing that lip pulling too. I'm always emulating my little dom. Finally he says, "You're right, there's nothing he can do except drop me and have more sex with you, which will probably make both of you happy, but not necessarily me." I say, "Or, wait a second, you gave me an idea; we could make an exception and let him have buddy sex with Travis, that's the kids name, instead of with you." Ryan frowns again pulling on his lip looking cute enough to lick, then he brightens, pushes his glasses up his cute little nose, saying, "Yeah, and you and me would be the two having more sex together. How 'bout that?" I frown and pull on my lip making Ryan chuckle, then I say, "Yeah, that'd work just great from my point of view. Damn, good idea." He beams, then mutters, "It's breaking up our threesome, you realize that, don't ya?" Making a face, I mumble, "Yes, but what can we do?" He says, "And Rob won't be in charge anymore." I go, "He won't be in charge of you, but he's in charge of his and my relationship, and I like it that way." Ryan smiles, "And I'm in charge of your's and mine, so you're not in charge of anything." He's grinning, as I go, "And that's exactly the way I like it." The waitress shows up just as Ryan's solved the problem which wasn't hard to do because, from the somewhat distorted facts presented by me, it's the only logical conclusion. It's the only one that benefits Ryan, I mean. He does want more time with me it seems, so we all win. Ryan orders corned beef hash, which comes with two fried eggs and pancakes on the side. I gotta go with that too, plus coffees. We chat away about our probable increased schedule of sexual activities and decide for this morning we'll be adventurous and drive to Ryan's aunt's house on route 30 in Weston, as it's secluded with no close neighbors. His aunt and uncle are on Cape Cod, so no one's there. Ryan decides he'll drive around to the back of the empty house and he'll fuck me in the back seat of his car. We're both excited about this ballsy move and we discuss how to do it in Ryan's mom's small car, finally deciding I'll sit on Ryan's lap, facing him, with his boner up my ass while I ride it. Not much different than we've done during some of his dominant fucks with me. Our food comes as we finish describing our plan, but it seems the waitress heard some of it so Ryan and I are both blushing, looking at anything but her. She's a little brisk while serving our food and pouring our coffees and when she leaves, Ryan says, "That rude service will be reflected in her tip," and the serious way he said that gets me laughing and we end up in that silly position of contagious laughter at something that isn't even funny. Sometimes teens slip back a few years in their maturity level and act like kids. Embarrassing sure, but we really don't give a shit when it's all said and done. The corned beef hash is a major disappointment. It's one of those things you think is going to be much better tasting than it is. The fried eggs are fine, and as for the pancakes, with the help of most of a container of imitation maple syrup we both manage to eat all five of the soggy cakes. Ryan asks, "How many hours ago do you suppose these pancakes were on the griddle?" I go, "Hours? How about days?" and we get the giggles again. We don't stiff the waitress when splitting the bill. Back in his car, I say, "Oh, here's some more news along the lines of Rob not being in charge any longer, we can get whatever haircut we want today. It doesn't need to be the short burr." Ryan blinks, starts the car, then looks at me. "Um, Dylan, did you forget I'm in charge of you for things like haircuts?" I go, "Oh, well yeah, but I thought..." and my sentence trails off. He goes, "I'm sorry, but I don't know how to cut a flattop and I don't know what I was thinking trying to get Rob to change his mind about that. No, I want to try again with the short burr for you, that's what you're getting. I'll be better at cutting your hair each time as I get more experience." He's so sincere, and he's supposed to be in charge, so I say, "Oh, sure, Ryan. That makes the most sense. No problem." He asks, "Really? Because I really want to do it better this time and I really like giving you haircuts." I say, "Yeah, you decide." He checks both directions twice, mumbles, "Okay, then," and slowly leaves the parking lot. My stupid submissive fetish gets me in jams like this haircut fiasco, but I gotta take the good with the bad. I wonder if it's something I'll grow out of or if it'll be with me always. And, what the hell caused it anyway? It wasn't Willie's fault although he certainly expanded it to the max. No, I had a propensity for being submissive way back to the days Carl Denton was dominating my ass, so it's my brain; my brain's wired that way and there's not a hell of a lot I can do about it. Most of the time I don't want to do anything about it anyway, because it's fun. Ryan carefully drives us onto route 30 and after a few cautious miles, with cars backed up behind Ryan's and no car in front of us, he pulls off onto a driveway I wouldn't have noticed otherwise. It's a long driveway that must cost a lot to plow in the winter with all the snow we normally get around here. When we get to the house it's a surprisingly small ranch style place. Small for being in Weston, which is one of the richest towns in Massachusetts. Ryan drives around to the back of the house and parks. He said this place is isolated which is actually an understatement. Jeez, I wouldn't want to live here. Ryan puts down the windows, then turns the car off and it's dead silent and kind of spooky. Dense trees surround us as I look around, then look at Ryan. He asks, "Did you wear my dog collar to bed last night?" I go, "Yep, I slept in it. It feels good and reminds me of you." He says, "I want you to do me a favor, will you?" I say, "Sure, Ryan," and he says, "Wear it to work Monday," just like that, and a buzzing starts up it my balls. He stares into my eyes with no particular expression on his face. When I hesitate, he says, "Actually, I'm telling you to wear it Monday, not asking you." I grope my dick, gulping, still unable to say anything because the authoritative inflection in his voice has me feeling very submissive and as I've often mentioned it's a awesome sensation, and sexy as hell. Our surroundings and the dead silence adds to my strange state of mind. He continues staring into my eyes and I finally squeak out, "Okay, I will." He nods his head and says, "Good. Since I'm not doing any spanking or ball crunching, I need to do something that will enable you to realize your fetish or I'd be letting you down and this is all I can think of. If you don't want to do it, I'll try to think of something else. My past experience isn't helpful to me with this because I'm in love with you and none of the dominant guys I was with even liked me, never mind loved me. That's why in the beginning with you I only knew the mean dominant stuff to do, but I can't make myself hurt you anymore. To tell you the truth, I don't even need to be the dominant one to you, except I know you really like it and maybe you'd lose interest in me if I stopped. Would you lose interest in me?" That's a good question, I wonder what the answer is? I don't know of course, so I tell him that, "I don't really know, Ryan." He says, "That's why I'm afraid to stop the dominant shit, but I'd love you no matter what. Like I said earlier, it's scary how much I love you. It consumes me like nothing else ever has." I don't know what to say to that, except, "I love you, too." He asks, "Do you understand love? 'Cause I don't." I go, "No, it's a mystery to me. Nobody understands it; nobody I've ever talked to about it anyway. My brother wonder's if he'll ever be in romantic love, and I'm always in love with one boy or another; sometimes more then one at the same time." He says, "Get in the back seat and take everything off." I gulp, get out and get in the back seat; it's a small four door car. From the front seat, Ryan watches me undress, asking, "Your choice: do you want a dominant fuck or a recreational one?" I pull on my lip thinking about that, knowing I'm going to say 'dominant', but trying to talk myself out of it. Finally I say, "Dominant," and he goes, "I thought you'd say that so I brought a couple of toys, but I wish you'd chosen the recreation sex." I whine, "It's my damn submissive fetish, Ryan, pleeeezzze." He shrugs, saying, "Okay, but try not to get into it as much as last time and I'll try not to get carried away, but it gets to me when you're really submissive and it's hard for me not to go too far with it." I go, "No problem, I got it under control this time." He says, "This is it for a week; I'm sticking to the once a week schedule for dominant fucks because it scared me how submissive you got before work yesterday." I mumble, "I won't be like that again, Ryan, don't worry." He says, "Good. Okay, I'll do my best to satisfy your submissive side, but I'm not gonna be the one who hurts you, you can do that yourself if you must. Finish getting undressed." When I'm naked, he opens the glove box and takes out the butt plug he used last time, flips it to me and says, "Get on your hands and knees on the seat and screw this butt plug in your ass. I want all of it inside you, right to the collar." I nod my head as my cock gets stiff. On my hands and knees I reach back and insert the butt plug. Ryan says, "Twist it, like you're screwing in a light bulb, that's the best way to get that fat plug in." I start doing that and soon it's stretching my anus painfully so I rest a second with Ryan staring at me intently. I stare back, looking him in the eyes, then twist the plug some more. It feels like I have a can of Coke up my ass before I feel the collar of the plug flush against my buttocks. Ryan mutters, "Good," then tosses the ball gag back to me, saying, "Work this inside your mouth and secure the straps tightly behind your head so the ball is pressing against the gag reflex area of your throat." Opening my mouth insanely wide I force the funky smelling ball past my teeth then, resting on my elbows and knees now, I use both hands behind my head to secure the velcro strips. He says, "Tighter," so I redo the straps around my head and I'm gagging like mad now. He mutters, "Just take it." My cock's as hard as a steel poker as tears run down my face caused by the gagging. Concentrating on relaxing I'm able to stop the gagging, but it's still extremely uncomfortable. Ryan says, "Sit on the seat and get used to your butt plug," so I sit and try screaming because the plug pushes further inside my rectum into an area that hasn't opened to accommodate it. My scream comes out as an airy wheeze. The pain passes rather quickly, but I've never felt so filled-up back there. This is the first time an entire plug's been up my ass, and I put it there. The plug presses against my prostate and when I squirm on the seat the plug massages it so I let out a breathy sigh. Ryan gets out of the front seat and gets in the back, saying, "Take my sneakers and socks off," so I do that, and he says, "Smell them," which I do. Regular foot smell, not bad at all. "Take my T-shirt off," and I do that. My boner's so hard, up against my stomach, that it barely moves as I undress Ryan on my knees. His skinny chest is hairless, his arms thin, but stronger than they look. "Now my pants," so I pull his shorts over his thin waist and he lifts his ass off the seat so I can take the shorts off the rest of the way. Then the same procedure for his jockey shorts and there's his big fat cock, partially stiff, and his large sac of nuts looking bigger than usual for reasons unknown. His pubes have grown out the same amount as Robby's and mine, about a half inch. As I get back on my hands and knees, he asks, "Is the ball gag gagging you still?" I shake my head, "no" and he says, "Good, you can take it out now. I used it to help you get very submissive. Did it work?" That's when I realize how deeply submissive I feel towards Ryan. I nod my head up and down real fast like he does when excited, and unfasten the straps to work the ball past my teeth. It's a relief having it out, but it left a bad taste in my mouth. Ryan sits on the seat with his back against the side window and his legs stretched out in front of him, on the seat. His feet extend between my arms as I'm still on all fours. Ryan says, "Stay on your hands and knees, but get on the floor, can't you see I'm on the seat and need the space you're in?" Basically I fall off the seat trying to get on the floor on all fours, and then scramble around to get back on my hands and knees. "Lick my feet and legs, I want to feel a lot of saliva, too." Stifling a whimper of submission I do long laps on his foot, then the soles of his feet. Doing it a second time leaves them wet with saliva. Sucking on the toes of one foot, licking them when they're in my mouth, causes whimpers of submission I stifled earlier to leak out. I want to suck on his toes longer, but he says, "Now the toes on my other foot." When they're in my mouth it takes all my willpower not to stroke my aching stretched boner. Ryan snaps, "Enough, now my legs." I lick from his foot to his knee with my tongue way out, flat on his thin calf, up and over the slight definition in his very nice calf. The short pale hairs are standing up by the time I've covered his leg with saliva, and then the same for his other leg. When the short pale hairs on that leg are licked enough to stand up, I suck on one of his knees and then the other. Ryan's cock is hard by now and I see him stroking it slowly with a low moan coming from his throat. That makes me moan and lick up his thigh and suck on his scrotum when I get to it. He tightens his stomach muscles, squirms on the seat and grunts, "Just my legs; I'll tell you when you can suck my cock and balls." Another submissive whimper from me, but it's more from the pleasure of feeling the way I do and the pleasure I get tasting his body. Licking down his thigh to his knee and then up to his crotch, my nose pokes his cock and balls and I inhale his sexy scent, then lick back down to his knee. My eyes are half closed as I absorb my submissive state into my brain, feeling slightly dizzy and disoriented. I know I'm getting too submissive again but I'm past the tipping point and unable to reverse this submissive trance. It's fantastic, like I'm on some kind of strong drug like LSD. The lapping goes on and on with me inhaling the scent of Ryan's crotch each time my nose pokes his junk. Ryan turns on his side, facing the back of the seat, saying, "Rim my ass good." It's hot again today and we're both perspiring, adding to the sexiness for me. His ass is sweaty from sitting bare ass on the leatherette seat. I lick all over both buttocks, then go up on my knees so I can use my hands to spread his ass cheeks and do a long slow lick up his entire ass crack, right over his stinky anus. Acrid shit taste as usual. Five licks up his ass crack and then I suck on the lips of his anus until they're clean and quivering. Both buttocks are covered with my spit and Ryan's goosebumps. He's been moaning quietly for a while now although I don't know when exactly it started. Long, "Mmmmm, oooooh," from Ryan as his body moves from him stroking his cock. Sucking on his asshole getting it slippery with spit I get my tongue in and lick out the remnants from his last bowel movement and then rim him until he yells, "Stop! I'm gonna cum." I go back on all fours whimpering, then lick my own arm. Getting back in his sitting position, Ryan snaps out, "Stop that!" so I look at him stupidly and he says, "You may suck my cock and balls now; suck my balls first and then suck my cock until I cum in your mouth." I whimper and take one stroke on my boner that's wet with precum that's drooled from the pee slit and downwards on the shaft, towards my scrotum and on the inside of both thighs. Then I begin lapping his nuts and finally get one nut in my mouth to suck and lick. Then the second one and I'd be content sucking his ball forever it seems, but he says, "Now my cock." It too is wet with precum that I suck off and swallow, then suck the head into my throat and begin bobbing my head forward and back, fucking my throat with his cock. Finally I can't resist sucking and licking just the big swollen head of his cock. Ryan's making constant sounds of sexual pleasure getting close to orgasm. He's doing non-stop rubbing of my hair, the back of my neck and both of my shoulders. "Ooooh, mmmm, ahhhh, mmm, yeah, oooh yeah, suck my big cock, ooooh," and on it goes until he humps his hips forward pushing his cock in my throat, makes a long, "Unnnnnnngh," and pours spunk down my throat. He jerks back, then thrust forward for another long string of cum that floods my mouth, goes up my sinuses, and out my nose. I suck on the head of his cock as I'm blowing strongly through both nostrils with his cum spurting out of my nose in creamy strings. More moaning from Ryan and then four little spurts of cum and he's done. My eyes go to his in a haze and I see his eyes look strange as he takes deep breaths. Still in my hazy trance I suck weakly on his cock as it loses a lot of it's hardness. When Ryan's breathing is close to normal he closes his eyes leaning back against the side window and sighs. I hold his fairly limp cock in my mouth, not sure what to do next as I swallow the remnants of cum in my mouth. I swallow again and realize Ryan's peeing in my mouth and the submission reaches a new depth as cum spurts from my cock, then another spurt, then a long stream of cum streaks up onto my stomach and chest as I moan with sensations of orgasm mixing with the taste of Ryan's pee. His eyes snap open, he gasps, then yells, "Oh, no," as I swallow a mouthful of urine. Blinking my eyes coming out of my trance, stroking my throbbing boner, shocked that I need to swallow more urine. I can see Ryan's stomach muscles tighten as he slows up the pee flow, muttering, "Oh no," again. He flings opens the door pulling his cock from my mouth, and a weak pee stream crosses my face as he turns in the seat and pees out the door. I'm wiping my mouth with the back of my hand wondering how this happened, still stroking my cock as I stare at the early spurts of cum that plopped from my cock to land on the floor. The rest of my orgasm drools down my torso. After he finishes peeing, Ryan turns back to me and he's mad now, with tears of rage running down his face. He's shouting, "No more of this dominant sex! You got carried away again and so did I. Fuck! This is awful." I'm stunned. Ryan wipes his eyes by rubbing his forearm across them. He grabs his shorts and takes out his handkerchief and wipes my face muttering, "I'm so sorry, Dylan. You poor thing," then he's hugging my head and kissing my cheek as I'm still on my knees on the floor. "Oh God, this is so terrible, Dylan. I said I wouldn't do anything to you like they did to me and then I do just that. I suck!" I still don't have my voice and I still can taste his piss. Ryan spits on his handkerchief and wipes at something on my lips, then he's hugging me again saying how bad he feels about this and it'll never happen again and how sorry he is. "I lost it, Dylan, completely lost my mind this time. We're dangerous together doing that sub/dom shit and I'm not doing it anymore. This is it!" One more swipe of his handkerchief across my lips and I shake my head clearing it. Opening my eyes wide, then my mouth I come completely out of my submissive haze, and say, "I'm sorry, Ryan. I guess I can't control myself like I thought I could." He says, "It's not you I'm mad at, it's me, but I yelled at you. What a shit I am." I stand up and hug his head to my belly, saying, "Don't be like that, Ryan. You're not a shit, you're awesome." He yells again, "I peed in you mouth, fer chrissakes." I say, "Yeah, I guess you did, but I read somewhere that urine is sterile." He calms his voice down to say, "That's not the point, Dylan, I couldn't control myself and I'm supposed to be able to, so I'm not fit to be a dominant sex partner, especially not for you. You're so, um, delicious, to use your word, that I can't help myself, so no more dominant sex. Okay?" I say, "Sure, if you don't want to, neither do I." Sitting next to him I cuddle with him, saying, "It's alright, Ryan, no harm done." He says, "No more, you agreed, right?" I say, "Sure, I agree," and kiss him, then say, "Maybe you don't want to kiss me since I cleaned your ass and drank your pee." I say it seriously, but I'm joking with him to lessen the serious mood. He looks startled, then I grin and we both laugh, with me saying, "Potty mouths don't get kissed," then we do kiss, a long luxurious kiss. Our lips make a wet sound when they part and he whispers, "I love you, Dylan, I've never loved anyone close to how much I love you. I didn't know it was possible to love someone this much." I say, "Ya got a strange way of showing it, peeing in my mouth and all." Ryan smiles, saying, "You make a joke out of it so I won't feel so bad, but it's you who should be really mad at me. Instead you try to make me feel better. You're something." I go, "I know," and we smile at each other, still with our arms around one another, then one of Ryan's magical kisses and my dick moves. We kiss for awhile, but we're sticky with sweat, piss, and cum. "We're a total disaster, Dylan," then he looks out the window, and says, "The hose. We can wash ourselves with their garden hose. He takes my hand and we get out of the car to walk naked on the hot blacktop of the driveway to a neatly wound garden hose attached to an outside faucet. "This is gonna feel cold, Dylan, but we gotta clean up a little." He turns it on and the water's warm; the water in the hose, heated by the sun, comes out first, then it's cold. Ryan adjusts the nozzle changing from a spray to a hard tight stream, moving it around my body. "Lower your head, Dylan," and when I do he directs the stream to the top of my head, then changes the nozzle to a broader, less forceful flow to wash my face. "Turn around," and he directs the flow of water up and down my back. When I'm sopping wet and clean Ryan gets playful and directs the sharp narrow, forceful stream of water on my asshole and he runs around in front to catch my cock and balls with me yelling at him. We start giggling as I run around the driveway, Ryan chasing me with the hose. Once again we're like nine year olds playing in water. With Ryan not expecting it, I suddenly stop and run at him, right into the hard stream of water and capture the hose directing the water on him and now he's running around trying to avoid the sharp stream of water. By the time we're tired of doing this childish activity we're both totally saturated and quite clean. Ryan gets a rag from the trunk, wets it, and cleans the cum and pee front the backseat, mumbling, "Glad I'm getting my car today; I don't want to drive this toilet around." We laugh, in good moods again. Then we light cigarettes and sit on a brick wall in the sun drying off, while chatting about his new car, until I hear my cell phone announcing someone is calling me. I jog over to the car and fish my cell phone from the pocket of my shorts, and say, "Hello, boyfriend." It's Robby, and he goes, "Where you guys at?" I go, "Um, Ryan had to do something at his aunt's house in Weston. They're on vacation or something." Not really a lie, just a bit disingenuous. Robby asks, "Did you feel Ryan out about, you know, Travis?" I go, "Yeah, I sorta let him come to the same conclusion you and I talked about and while he was a little disappointed at first, he's good with it now." Ryan has wandered over, "Is that, Rob?" I nod, as Robby's asking, "When can we do the haircuts and pubes shaving?" I say, "Ryan's dad is buying Ryan a car this afternoon and my mom leaves for work about four, so after those two things happen we're good to go." Ryan says, "Let me talk to him." I go, "Ryan wants to talk to you, Rob," and hand Ryan the phone. We're totally dry now so I start getting dressed as Ryan says, "Hi Rob, sorry I disappointed you and I'll miss being with you, but I understand. I'll love you as a awesome friend if you'll let me." Then he listens, nodding his head as if Robby can see him. Robby has a lot to say with Ryan every once in awhile mumbling, "Thanks, Rob, that's sweet of you," or, "I feel the same way, and thanks for saying that." So it appears their break-up is an amicable one and thank God for that. I still can't believe how fast it happened and I'll miss our threesome, I really will. We were our own little unique clique; it's the only clique I've ever been in. Our threesome was successful for four months which is amazing when you think about it; not too many kids could pull this off and be willing to sacrifice and compromise like the three of us did. I came to love it, but it's left me in a quandary of what to do about being in love with both Robby and Ryan. I know it's Robby I'll be with for years, but how long Robby and I can continue with sex on the side of our love affair remains to be seen. As I've said any number of times, I'm not a long range planner so for now I'll enjoy the awesomeness of loving two boys seemingly equally, and both of them loving me back maybe even more than I love them. They're quite different, but both wonderful and totally sexy as far as I'm concerned. It's an embarrassment of riches for me in that regard. Ryan finally says, "Bye, Rob, me too," and hits the 'end' button on the cell phone. He hands me the phone saying, "Rob wants you to call him when we're ready for the haircuts." I ask, "How'd the conversation go?" "It couldn't have gone any better considering Rob and I basically broke up. He says he loves me as a friend and he apologized for losing interest in me sexually, inferring it's basically because I lost interest in him, and I see his point, but it does kinda hurt to be dumped." Ryan looks a little hurt too, so I hug him around the shoulders, saying, "Actually, sexy, it's a hazy area who dumped who first, ya know?" He grins, "You're always trying to cheer me up, ain't cha?" I go, "Yeah, you're my dom, I gotta be attentive." He asks, "Can I just be your boyfriend? I fucked up that dom thing." I smile, muttering, "Okay, you're not my dom, you're my boyfriend, but ya still gotta be in charge." He grins, "Oh, goody, I like being in charge. It's like Rob says, "You claim we're in charge, but only because you say so, which actually makes you the one in charge, not us." I go, "Ya gotta stop listening to Rob about who's in charge, he's confused about that." Ryan chuckles, mumbling, "No, he's not." I finish getting dressed as Ryan gets dressed, saying, "I can't wait to give you your haircut and since I'm in charge, I'm ordering you to like it no matter how it turns out!" He chuckles as I say, "Yes, boss." Fully dressed, which consists of shorts, underwear, and T-shirt, Ryan says, "Let me run my fingers through your pretty hair." I stand at attention making Ryan snicker, and he runs his fingers through my hair as I say, "I have cool hair, not pretty hair." Ryan says, "It feels good, but I like it bristly, which it will be when I'm done with it this afternoon." My arms go around his neck as I lower my face to his and we kiss for five or six delightful minutes, then his cell phone rings. It's his dad, he's ready to go get the car. Ryan's understandably excited and we do a quick last kiss, get in his car, and roar down route 30 at two miles an hour under the speed limit. At my condo we kiss goodbye and I get out of the car. As we wave goodbye to each other, I go up the steps playing with myself thinking about how sexy it was with Ryan today. He's the only person who ever pissed in my mouth and he was mortified he did it, but it was kind of very intimately dominant of him and submissive of me to take the accidental peeing so well. I'm wondering which is more submissive, drinking Ryan's pee or cleaning his ass with my tongue? Seems it's still probably rimming. In my bedroom I Google 'drinking urine' and find most agree it's sterile and drinking a healthy person's urine is harmless assuming your kidneys are functioning properly. Still, why do it? That's a good question. How about, 'because I feel like it,' haha. The hose-down got most of the pee and cum off us, but I take a shower anyway, and shampoo so Ryan has clean hair to cut. He's a unique boy alright and I'm really attached to him; Ryan grows on ya. On me anyway, as I love the kid to death. Putting on clean shorts I go outside for a cigarette and run into Chubby, who's just come up the steps. We say 'hi' and have a hug with me asking, "Where you coming from, bro?" Chubby says, " I worked all morning for Mary Jo's father. That man's a hard worker and so are his employees so there's usually a few hours work for me most days. He says I do a good job." I go, "That's almost as good as a raise, ain't it?" Chubby says, "No, it's not," and we chuckle, with me saying, "I knew that." Chubby says, "You wanna come to the mall with me?" I go, "Sure thing," and he goes, "I gotta pee wicked bad first, I'll be right back," and he goes into my condo to use my bathroom. He's back in two minutes taking my cigarette from my fingers and smoking it as we go down the steps. I ask, "How come you didn't pee at Mary Jo's house?" He says, "The bathroom's on the other side of the house and I might have run into Mary Jo or her mother." I go, "Oh," as if that fully explains it. My next question is, "What do ya need at the mall?" Chubby mutters, "Sneakers, well I don't really need them as much I just feel like spending some of my money. Working two jobs, I deserve some kinda treat, ya know?" I go, "Oh," and we get in the Jeep with Chubby driving, naturally. I ask, "Have you decided what car you want that I'll pay half of?" He asks, "Do ya think you can see your way to paying the whole cost of my new car?" I say, "Probably not," then I tell him about Ryan's dad buying him a Mini Cooper convertible and Chubby shakes his head, muttering, "Fuckin' rich kids," and I go, "Yeah, they make me jealous, but you can't blame them." What I don't tell him about is the revamping of the threesome because Chubby's always said it wouldn't last long, plus I think our new arrangement is even crazier than our old one. I like going to the mall and checking for cute boys around my own age. We're walking by a hair salon for women. It has an open front and a big woman's standing at the opening. She calls inside, "How much you you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?" Chubby and I stop and exchange smirks as the woman's face turns scarlet with embarrassment. We hear laughter coming from the salon, but the big woman probably didn't because she's hustling down the mall leaving heat in her wake from the blushing on her face that exceeds even Connor's blushing. We chuckle as Chubby asks, "What's the correct terminology for a shampoo and blow job? I know what she meant, but it has to be said some other way." I mumble, "I don't know, but there a price list right inside that the lady didn't notice." We're curious so we walk over and the third item down reads, 'Shampoo and blow dry... $18.00'. Chubby goes, "Who the fuck would pay eighteen dollars for a shampoo?" I shrug, muttering, "Not me," and we walk down to Foot Locker and check out the sneakers. It takes Chubby fifteen minutes to choose a sneaker. It's called an 'All Star quilted canvas flag'. They're orange high top sneakers, for seventy-five dollars. And he wonders who would pay eighteen dollars for a shampoo and blow dry, jeez! He pays with cash, asking, "Aren't these cool?" I wouldn't wear 'em, but I say, "They're awesome, Chubby, really cool!" Next stop is Pearl's Candy and Nut store. It's small with a cute guy behind the counter. His hair's too long and uncool, but that's the only criticism possible. He's slim and very good looking. Two ladies are checking out the display case as Chubby says to me, "I'm feeling like some of kind of chewy candy," the good looking kid behind the counter asks the women, "Can I help you with something?" and one of the women says, "I'm not sure, I've been looking at your nuts mostly," and the kid laughs while the other woman goes, "Oh gawd, Mary!" Mary asks, "What?" Chubby and I chuckle, then he sees a sign, 'All candies $6.99 a pound,' and he mutters to me, "Let's get the fuck out of here. I ain't paying that for gummy bears." I'm still laughing at the lady saying she's looking at the kid's nuts. The kid and I exchange eye contact and he holds it longer than he probably should have; me too, but I got an excuse... I'm gay. In my alley-catting days I'd have become a fan of Pearl's Candy and Nuts, but not at this particular time, unfortunately. Outside Chubby says, "What are the chances of witnessing two malapropos that egregious, in a half hours time: blow job and I'm looking at your nuts?" I go, "That kid was hot," and Chubby says, "Which kid?" He just doesn't get it like I do. I say, "Things are supposed to happen in threes. Maybe we'll witness another... what you said, malapropos." We run into some girls Chubby knew from high school and one of them screeches, "Jeffrey, are you stalking me?" Chubby says, "You wish, girl," and we stop to catch up on what they've been up to. I don't know any of them, but at least one of them knows me. She's small and cute, and says, "Whacha been up to, Dylan? You're looking awfully cute, as usual." I go, "Oh, hi, thanks. I don't know, going to college and working, ya know?" My face gets a little red as she bumps into my side, asking, "Ya wanna go to a party with me tonight? It's at David Lavin's house; his parents are away for the weekend." I never heard of him. I mutter, "Oh, a party. Um, I can't go tonight, sorry, but thanks for asking." She says, "Ya got a hot date?" I go, "Yeah, with my boyfriend, I'm gay." She laughs, "No, you're not," Chubby stops what he was saying to the other kinda cute chick, and says, "Yeah, my brother's gay. How do ya like that?" The girls are like, "Really?" like they've never seen a gay boy before. Then the girl Chubby was talking to says, "You're not brothers, you have different last names." How the hell she knows my last name I can't imagine. Chubby says, "Yeah, we're consanguine brothers, half-brothers actually." Of course no one knows what that word means so Chubby enlightens them and after awhile we break away, much to my relief. Girls make me nervous when they're in a group. One at a time I can handle. There's another name for brothers with the same father and different mothers, but I forget it. We go to the food court for lunch. We're in line at Burger King and there's a mother in front of us with an unruly toddler about three years old. A bratty girl who is insisting they get in the line for ice cream. She keeps trying to run away from the mother who's getting frustrated. Chubby and me roll our eyes at each other annoyed, but what can ya do? Finally the little brat yells, "If you won't buy me an ice cream I'm telling grandma I saw you kiss daddy's pee pee last night!" Everyone stops in their tracks including the servers behind the counter, then the snickering starts as the mother pulls the little girl, screaming, from the food court. Now everyone's laughing and shaking their heads. I go, "See, that's the third," and Chubby says, "That wasn't a malapropos. Pee pee, penis, same thing," and we argue about that until we place our order. The damnedest things happen when Chubby and I are out together. Cheeseburgers and fries, how can you go wrong? We talk about Dodger and Connor as we eat. Their last emails sounded upbeat, and as I suspected Dodger's taken a leadership role in the barracks, and that news was by way of Connor's email. Apparently Dodger got in a fight with a fellow recruit who didn't want to do his share of latrine duty, or some such nonsense. The long and short of it is, the two combatants are tight buddies now, which is how some fights turn out. Mutual respect or something like that. Connor says that it's been awesome hanging with Dodger, lots of laughs and he's made friends with everyone Dodger's made friends with. There are some assholes of course, but they're loners mostly. Dodger's emails are funny, recounting silly stuff that happens during basic training. Both boys seem happy enough although they'll be glad when basic's over and regular Army life can begin. Then my cell rings, it's Ryan excitedly telling me about his new car. Unfortunately he can't pick it up until tomorrow because the dealership needs to get tags at the registry of motor vehicles. I call Robby and we arrange to meet at my condo at five o'clock. I wonder what the chances are of a three-way after the haircuts and pubes shaving... hmmmm? to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to non profit Nifty. Details at the site. Thank you!