Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2013 08:37:18 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: NIFTY DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO CHAPTER 21 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 21 by Donny Mumford Ray and I have just dropped off Stringbean, who now has a burr haircut, compliments of me, and he loves it. So that went well; it was a lot of fun for me cutting nine inch's of hair from Bean's head, and taking his hair way down to burr length. Ray also fucked me pretty good before Bean's haircut, although he talked too much while doing it. He talked too much as I sucked his cock too, and during our make-out after I sucked his big cock. So I'm thinking, and hoping, maybe next time he'll need to talk less and the sexual experience will go up a notch. Not that I didn't have a huge orgasm as it was, because I did, but it wasn't the thrill I envisioned. I've been having sex exclusively with Robby and Ryan for a couple of months now, and I thought the feel of a different cock up my ass might be exciting. Hell, in my alley-catting days variety added to the sexual thrill and I'm not saying sex with my twin and my boyfriend isn't hot; no way am I inferring that, it's awesome. A little variety though might be nice and now that Robby's getting fucked by Travis, that's opened the door for me a crack where side-sex is concerned. One side-sex partner is what I'm allowed, that's if I want to keep the threesome alive, which I do, so I guess it's going to be Ray. A surprise choice even to me, but he was handy so I took my first opportunity after his haircut. I didn't meet his friend Bean until later. Two haircuts tonight and now I'm going for a second fuck. Ray suggested we get dessert and I suggested another kind of dessert and now Ray thinks we've switched places, which happens to me a lot for some reason. He says he used to beg me for sex and now I begging him. I say, "I'm not begging for anything, Ray; it's merely a suggestion." He says, "Well, I'll tell ya, I find that too much of a good thing eventually detracts from it. I'm a once a night guy, that's how I roll. On the other hand, I'm flattered, Dylan; flattered you want me to fuck you again so soon. You can wait till Wednesday though; at least I hope you can. I'll let you suck me off and you'll get a nice mouthful of my creamy cum. How 'bout that?" Dammit, I could go for another fuck right now, but I have my pride. "Okay, Ray, like I said it was just a suggestion." He goes, "And not a bad one either, but lets take it slow and let things develop, okay?" I mumble, "Sure," and Ray drives us to the Dairy Queen in Natick. We don't run into anyone either of us knows at the Dairy Queen, so we eat out cones in Ray's car. I ask, "Is this your car, Ray, or your parents?" He says, "This bomb is for both Elliot and me. He uses it to get to community college during the school year, but in the summer his boyfriend, Jay, usually has a car available to him so I get to use this." I nod, then say, "Oh, and I need to say thanks for dinner and this cone." He says, "Yeah, you're welcome, but I'm the guy on this date so I need to treat you as the, um, other person on the date with me; I don't roll with that Dutch treat crap." Him and Willie are apparently using the same dating manual; they're the only two I know who pay. Ray goes, "I'm curious; don't ya feel pussified being the girl when I'm fucking you, or when you're sucking my cock on your knees?" I give him a disapproving expression, then say, "No, I don't, Ray, because I'm not a girl and I don't act like one or ever feel the least bit like one. We're two boys, a girl's got nothing to do with it. You need to get that concept out of your head." He shrugs, "We see it differently, that's all. I still don't know how you can rationalize to yourself you're not filling the female part of sex. Let's agree to disagree on this one. I know you're sensitive, like a girl, just saying... but I don't want to upset you so I'll drop the subject. I'm sorry if it offended you. Okay?" and he reaches over to punch my arm lightly, adding, "It's okay, you can disagree with me, you may be my boyfriend, but you have just as much right to your own opinion as I do." I mutter, "No problem, Ray," but it pisses me off, all this talk of female position during sex. Finished our cones, Ray says, "I gotta drop you off, Dylan, when I'm driving at night I need to be in by eleven or explain why I'm not and believe me it's easier to just make the curfew." I go, "Yeah, I get up early for work in the morning so I need to get home too. And, um, it's been a nice time tonight, Ray." He says, "Me too, Dylan," and he drives me home while describing his attributes as a point guard for the basketball team. He's just as serious about this as he is about everything. Outside my condo, in the car at the curb, Ray says, "Basically I don't walk a boyfriend to the door like I do with girlfriends, but for you I will if you want me to." I laugh, then realize he's serious and say, "Oh, no thanks, Ray, I'm good." Then, without thinking and from habit being with Ryan and Robby, I lean my face towards his expecting a goodnight kiss. At first Ray asks, "What?" and then he gets it and says, "Nope, I don't kiss boyfriends goodnight either. I'm bisexual, not gay, remember? Sorry, but I can't go there." I'm embarrassed and feel foolish, especially because I'm not interested in a kiss goodnight, not from Ray anyway. I go, "My bad, it's a gay habit my boyfriend and I got into. No problem." Ray says, "We're new to being each other's boyfriend, you and me, Dylan. We'll learn what each of us likes and, like I said, compromise." We bump fists and I get out. When I'm on the sidewalk, Ray calls out the window, "You're awesome, Dylan. See you Wednesday," I wave and he drives off. I remember in the past Ray was conscientious about getting home on time and for some reason I like that he is. As I'm going up the steps I'm wondering how long I want to participate in this thing with Ray. I smile to myself remembering Ray saying I'm part of his posse now and that I'll be hanging out with him and his boys. I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint him there. The sex was good, not real special, but good. I wonder if that's how Robby feels about sex with Travis? Lets see, "I check my watch and see it's ten-thirty and I had a shower after Ray fucked me, so that's all good. Inside the condo I grab my cigarettes and head for the balcony to smoke one. Ray will help me cut down on the cigarettes anyway. Lighting up a Marlboro light I'm trying to decides how I feel about Ray. Well, I guess I feel the same way about him I've always felt; he's a nut, but funny with it, and he's sexy. Especially now that he has whiskers. Damn, if Ryan had whiskers, or Robby, I'd probably be hooked on one of them and not need the side sex. It's fun though and hot too. You know what else, so was the haircutting hot, especially cutting Bean's hair. I actually felt a little of Dodger's fetish, especially when using the scissors cutting all that long hair off his head. And, holy shit was there a lot of hair on that kid's head. He was very blasé about getting it all cut off too. Ray's okay for now, that goddamn BO of his drives me sexily crazy combined with his natural sexy scent; it's an aphrodisiac to me for sure. And he's got a really good cock on him, but where was the thrill I expected. Oh the heck with it, it was good enough to try again. Let me think; yeah, tomorrow night, Wednesday and Thursday nights, along with Sunday night, are all up for grabs in our threesome. Well no, Wednesday night I'll be with Ray, but the other nights. How's this going to work? Is it the first one who asks me... no that's probably not right because I was with Robby on Sunday night and he was with Ryan tonight so by all accounts it should be me and Ryan tomorrow night. I better wear my dog collar to work tomorrow; Ryan and I split up after work today on less than great terms. Stepping on my cigarette butt, I figure I've made all the decisions I need to for now, so I go inside and get ready for bed. Before going to sleep I think how I'm not exactly sexually satisfied and how rare that conditions been for me the past four or five months. So now I guess once a day isn't enough even though it used to be. That damn Willie started me out with the three or four fucks a day regiment and between Ryan and Robby it's been a constant thing for a few months now. I imagine all that sex's has become kind of like a drug that I'm addicted to. Ha, I'm glad it's sex and not drugs... think positively is my latest motto. I better make-up with Ryan tomorrow morning, fer sure. Sleep comes easily and just as mysteriously as usual. I wake up to the alarm seemingly in no time at all. Seven hours sleep is plenty for me, especially now that I'm done growing. Laying in bed a few minutes I try remembering a dream from last night, but come up empty so I get up and do my bathroom routine, then put on the dog collar and buckling it tightly, cursing under my breath, then go into the kitchen and start making coffee. Then think, 'To hell with instant coffee! I'll go up to Chubby's and make a decent cup of coffee in the Keurig machine'. On the way upstairs I laugh at myself for splitting the cost of the Krurig and our car, but rarely every using either. And you know what, I don't care; seeing Chubby happy is more important to me and the money's already spent so it's like I never had it. Still, I think I'll bust his balls a little about him always getting the use of our car and Keurig. Trying the doorknob at the front door I find it's open, so Chubby must have picked up his Globe that the delivery man drops off around five o'clock in the morning. Inside I see through the kitchen that Chubby's on the balcony reading the sports page, smoking a cigarette, and drinking coffee. He sees motion with his peripheral vision as I walk towards hum and looks up to give me a big smile. You can tell when someone is glad to see you; it can't be faked because it's an instantaneous reaction and it feels good seeing someone glad you're here. I give him the same smile, and the finger for laughs, then get a take-out cup and use a K-cup of Paul Newman's medium roast coffee; it comes out perfect every time. Three sugars and some cream, then out on the balcony for a hug. Chubby says, "Bro, you get better looking every day," and I mutter, "Yeah, I know. How you doing?" He says, "Awesome because MJ came through for me last night again and get this, a girl I met at Gino's last night, when I was getting some dinner, asked me to a party. She's from our high school, but we never crossed paths somehow. She likes my haircut, Dylan, she thinks it's cool." I say, "That's because it is cool. What's her name, maybe I know her?" He says, "Gina Di Pietro, she's a hot Italian chick. Great body and cute; my size too." I go, "No, I don't know her, but I'm glad you're dumping Mary Jo again 'cause she never liked me and maybe this Italian chick will." He goes, "Oh no, I'm not dumping MJ because I work for her father and I've been banging her lately like a screen door in a hurricane." I laugh, "That's a lot of banging. You're not oversexed are you?" He says, "You've got a lot of nerve asking me that, how 'bout you?" I drop that topic and switch to this one, "Hey, how come I spilt the cost of our car and the Keurig machine, but only you get to use them?" He takes a drag from his cigarette with a grin on his lips, then blows out the smoke saying, "Is it because I'm your younger brother?" I go, "No, that not it; it's because I'm a pushover and a sucker." He goes, "You're neither! You're as close to perfect as anyone I know, and generous too. Generous to a fault." I go, "I try to be, especially where you're concerned." Chubby says, "And I thank you from the bottom of my heart, big brother. You enjoy spoiling your little brother, don't ya?" I mutter, "Nice con job, Chubby." He goes into telling me about his new potential girlfriend and just as we're finished our coffees, he asks, "Do you want to drive our car to and from work from now on? That'll give you a chance to use it and we can take the Keurig down to your condo this morning if you want, although we agreed I'd have it for a month, and then you'd have it for six weeks, and then I'd have it until we take it to Merrimack with us. Remember that agreement?" Hmmm, yeah I do now that he mentioned it. I go, "I was just busting your chops, Chubby, we'll wait until the end of the forth week and switch it then. He says, "That this coming Saturday." Going down the steps to our Jeep, he asks, "What'd you do last night, Dylan? I thought I saw Robby drive by in his pickup with Ryan when I was on my way home. I hope it was them anyway because I honked my horn and waved; if it was someone else I'll feel like a geek." I go, "It was probably them. I, um, gave a couple of guys haircuts last night, that's about it." He's like, "Yeah, who were they?" I say, "You don't like him, but it was Ray Ellis and a friend of his; they both got the cool haircuts you and I have." Chubby stops on the steps, "Ray Ellis? Where'd ya run into that weirdo?" I say, "He's not a weirdo. I saw him at the mall a few days ago. He asked for a haircut so what am I gonna say, no? He's Elliot's brother." We continue going down the steps with Chubby muttering, "You're too nice, Dylan. You never say no to any favor asked of you." I go, "I know, how's that working out for you?" He scratches his cheek, grinning, "Pretty good actually, never change, you're perfect the way you are." I drive us to work and park two cars down from Robby's pickup, but don't see him or Ryan. Inside the locker room we find a bustling group shouting and changing into their uniforms. Ryan's there, but he's not bustling. Chubby says, "I gotta hit the can; coffee goes right through me." Walking up to Ryan I touch his shoulder and he looks up at me with a smile that almost matches Chubby's this morning, and I'm giving Ryan my own equally welcoming smile. We both say, "I just..." then we stop, and I say, "You're in charge, Ryan, so you say what you want first." He goes, "I want to apologize for the way I acted yesterday afternoon. It was a shitty day working in the rain and all, but that's no excuse. I wasn't nice to you and I'm mad at myself for acting the way I did." I go, "That's almost word for word what I was going to say to you. I have the dog collar on," as I point to it unnecessarily. He says, "You don't need to wear it, Dylan," and I'm like, "I want to because it makes me think of you." He gets behind me, muttering, "It's your choice, but it's too tight," and he loosens it, adding, "You'll remember me without strangling yourself." Sweet! I say, "Thanks, Ryan. Um, can we see how the furnace is doing this morning," meaning sneak in a little make-out before work. He checks his watch and says, "We've got eight minutes, so change quickly." I do that, throwing my street clothes in my locker, then look around and saunter to the alcove near the furnace where Ryan's waiting. He say, "Get over here, cutie," and my arms go around his neck to just hug him with the side of my face squeezing against his. He rubs my back and then our faces move and our lips come together, and with a hand behind my head, he gives me one of his unbelievably sexy kisses using his tongue and lips, moving his head so our faces rub together as I'm quietly going, "Mmmmm, ooooh, mmmm," until my boner's poking at his through our cargo shorts. We're both stupidly hot for each other, which works out well for both of us. The sides of our faces are together again and I'm rubbing my hands over his body as he runs his fingers through my hair, both of us breathing hard. He asks, "Who do you love the best, Dylan?" I mutter, "You, Ryan," and we go into another insanely long kiss. It's so intense with my nose against his cheek inhaling his aroma, his hands squeezing my butt cheeks as we both moan with sexual arousal. I feel it coming on and with a tightening of my stomach muscles a squirt of cum shoots in my underwear, "Mmmmmmm, oh Ryan, you and me tonight, right?" He says, "Tonight for sure, but right after work too. I can't wait." I kiss his lips and say, "I squirted cum in my pants, a big squirt." His eyes open wide and then he giggles, "You gotta be kidding me," as he steps back and we both look down at the cum spot that's already soaked through my khaki colored shorts. "Oh my God, Dylan, you're so funny." I say, "It's you, Ryan, you get me so hot," then I get his face between my hands and kiss all over his face. He says, "Wait a minute," and holds my face between his hands now as I drop my hands to massage his ass. Ryan licks up my top lip and on up the front of my nose, then say, "Sniff in my spit." I stand frozen, inhaling his saliva into my sinuses; it's so sexy having part of him in me. I swallow the small amount of spit, my cock throbbing in my pants. He works up a lot of saliva, then does the lick over both my lips and up the front of my nose with lots of spit, some of it dripping off my nose before I can inhale it, and as my tongue licks my lips that are coated in Ryan's spit, my hips buck and a long stream of cum streaks into my pants and it too quickly soaks through the khaki cargo shorts. I gasp as my shoulders shudder and my head shakes, then we hug each other, laughing. at how crazy we are. Ryan looks down at the big wet spot on the lap of my shorts, and says, "Wait here, ya sexy thing, I'll get a pair of yesterday's shorts for you to wear." I nod my head like he does, really fast. Thirty seconds later he's back and I change right there into yesterday's shorts after first wiping my underwear with the cum stained ones getting most of the moisture off. Not enough left in my underwear to soak through the used cargo shorts I wore yesterday, but it'll be a little icky in my underwear until the cum dries. Yesterday's shorts are wrinkled of course, but thankfully they've dried overnight after working in the rain yesterday. As I'm putting on the shorts Ryan runs the cum stained ones back to my locker and I meet him at the front door just as Robby's coming out of the supervisor's meeting, so we're not late. Ryan and I are still the only ones in our crew that had to do pushups for being late. Ryan looks at me and we chuckle as Chubby asks, "Are they yesterday's shorts, Dylan?" I go, "Yep, I spilled stuff on my clean ones." He goes, "You're dragging down the appearance of our crew, bro. Billy Lee come here, look at this." Lee comes over and cups my crotch asking, "What happened, did you have an accidental discharge in your clean shorts?" I push his hand away, muttering, "I spilled something on them." Then Robby says, "Guys, good morning. Nice to see your cheery faces. We've had perfect attendance so far this year, so starting next week my dad will be putting on a barbecue every week for our crew as a way to say thanks. I've got directions to the house that I'll pass out next week, but I'm just saying you should keep Wednesday nights open. Today we have a lot of small jobs so only the ride-on mower, the weed whackers, rakes, and leaf blowers. Load up, guys." After the trucks loaded, Ryan and I can't do our sexy nonsense on the ride to the first job because only one big mower's on the truck and we can see Lee and Chubby on the other side of it, and they can see us; not well, but well enough that Ryan and I don't mess around. We just hold hands, hidden between our thighs, and lean in to whisper to one another, lips to the other's ear in order to be heard. That turns into tongues in the ear, then spit in each other's ear, and a childish giggling-fit for both of us. I'm regressing in age it seems, so maybe it's a good idea for me to become part of Ray's posse. I'll need to practice yelling, 'I got the shotgun seat'. Haha. While unloading the equipment at the first job, Lee leans his body against mine and sticks his finger in my ear, the same one Ryan spit in, and says, "Yucky! I thought I saw you two tonguing each other's ears. Does the boss know you're cheating on him?" I go, "Gee, Lee, I don't know what you're talking about." He chuckles, then mutters, "Yes you do, and I think it's hot. How 'bout sticking your tongue in my ear something." I smile, to show I'm joking, and go, "Ewwww, gross!" He laughs, then gooses my ass before walking off with one of the weed whackers. What to make of Lee? Chubby comes over, "Dylan, dinner with the moms Thursday night. We'll do a little front loading after work, then get us a free restaurant dinner." I go, "Cool! No shots while we're front loading though; just mixed drinks." He goes, "Oh no, you're doing a couple of shots 'cause my feet need taking care of after dinner." I go, "I'll be happy to take care of my little brother's feet because you've got awesome feet." He says, "Yep, they're just like yours." Chubby and I are doing the leaf blowing all morning, then weed whacking all afternoon. Of course we're not blowing leaves with the blowers, it's grass clippings we're blowing off the sidewalks and such. In the fall it's leaf blowing and grass clippings blowing. The weed whacking is really more for edging along sidewalks, driveways, and around shrubbery plots, and not weed whacking at all. None of this work is brain surgery, but it's definitely labor intensive and very loud, especially the leaf blowers. For that the Dickers have provided us with 'Noise-buster' brand, over-the-head safety-earmuffs that reduce loud noise surprisingly well, but they don't play music. These same earmuffs are used by some ground personnel working around jet engines, so we're good. Nothing unusual for the first four smaller jobs, then morning coffee break where Robby takes me aside and asks, "Are you and Ryan getting together tonight? I've got work related stuff after baseball practice tonight and tomorrow. How about you and me Thursday night?" and he rubs my shoulder giving me sexy eyes. I really want to be with him, but I need to say, "Robby, I'm really sorry, but Chubby and me have a family dinner Thursday night with the moms." He says, "Damn this supervisor job; I didn't expect I'd need to attend the stupid meetings and planning sessions. Dad demands a lot from guys in management and I never realized that part of it before. One night a week for us isn't enough, Dylan. Friday's our night and how 'bout Sunday night too. That's at least twice a week. Whaddaya say?" I go, "Yes, count me in, but this limited access is only going to last until we go back to college. Then it'll be more; how much more depends a lot on if our threesome is still going strong, but definitely more sexy activities between me and you." He pats my shoulder, muttering, "Yeah, you're right. Did you ask Ryan if he wants in on sharing our apartment this fall?" I shrug, "I mentioned it and he jumped at the chance, but we'll need a three bedroom apartment because Chubby isn't going to go with rotating roommates. I don't know if they even offer three bedroom units." Robby nods his head, "We'll talk about this some more. I need to get you twins together for a conference so we're all on the same page." Said like a true supervisor... haha. I go, "Sure thing, whenever you say, Robby." He goes, "Come over here with me a second." I follow him behind the truck and he gets his arm around my neck for a sweet lover's kiss; then another one with me wrapping my arms around him. We kiss again and Robby says, "I miss being with you too much, so this Travis thing might have to go; I miss you too much." Another kiss gets my dick boned-up, but I don't come close to squirting in my pants; I already did that two hours ago. Robby says, "You go in the coffee shop first so it doesn't look like we we're together." Inside the busy coffee shop, Ryan calls to me, "I got you a coffee and pastry, Dylan." Walking to the table I join Ryan, Lee, and Chubby. Lee asks me, "How many boyfriends do you have in your stable anyway?" I say, "Twelve, why? Do you want to make it thirteen?" Chubby says, "Checkmate and game goes to Dylan." Lee chuckles, saying, "I'll pass on your offer, Dylan." Chubby asks us, "What do you suppose people fear more: death or spiders?" Ryan says, "I hate spiders with a passion, but I fear death more." Chubby goes, "Well, you're in the minority group then, my friend; on average more people fear spiders than even death." Lee mumbles, "I can see that; I hate those ugly fuckers." I ask, "Who does all these surveys?" Chubby shrugs, "I like to read strange, but true factoids on-line, but I don't recall seeing the source of the conclusions. For all I know someone just makes them up." I go, "Like you, for instance?" He says, "Have you ever proven me wrong?" I go, "No, but I don't try all that hard." Chubby asks, "What's the shortest complete sentence in the English language? Lee guesses, "Fuck?" and Chubby says, "That very well might be an unofficial one, but the accepted one is 'Go'." I say, "That's kind of a boring one, Chubby." He says, "How 'bout this? How much pizza, not how many, how much is eaten in America every fuckin' day?" I shrug, muttering, "A square mile?" Chubby laughs, "Once again you may be right, but on-line it says, 'Eighteen acres of pizza per day,' and that sounds like a shit load of pizza to me. Who knows if a square mile equals eighteen acres, I sure don't." Lee says, "There's six hundred and forty acres in a square mile." The three of us give him the dead-eye stare. He goes, "I'm good at math, so sue me." Chubby says, "I'm gonna Google that, you can be sure. Lee, you're fucking up my factoid gig!" They both chuckle, bumping fist. Robby says, "Lets go guys," and we all get up to toss our empty cups and paper plates in the trash, then troop outside to a nice summer morning, although it's suppose to get up in the high eighties this afternoon. The rest of the morning is uneventful and the same for lunch. Then, on the second job after lunch, Robby and Derek get into a shouting match about something. They're over by the truck, Derek just finished the lawn cutting on the ride-on mower. I'm using the weed whacker on one side of the brick path with Chubby doing the same on the other side. We're sweaty now as it's gotten hot. We look up hearing the shouting, but don't know what they're shouting about. Then Derek stalks past Robby, bumping Robby's shoulder with his shoulder accidentally on purpose and Robby bangs up against the fender of the truck. Now a red faced Robby is back screaming at Derek who's walking away, then he turns and charges Robby, tackling him. They both hit the driveway hard with Robby on the bottom. Chubby and I drop our weed whackers and run towards them. With Derek on top he's giving short, hard body punches while Robby's swinging his fist wildly connecting Derek's shoulders and chest without doing much damage. Running hard, three feet from Derek, I dive at him with Chubby right beside me and Derek flops off Robby as Chubby and I pummel Derek with swinging fists. Nobody says anything, but there's plenty of grunting. I get Derek's flailing elbow under my eye that stuns me as blood oozes down my cheek. Robby's on his feet in one of his rages, kicking and swinging his fist at Derek. By then Lee and Ryan have jumped in and in a minute Derek is spread eagled with one of us holding each of his arms and legs as he lays on the black top. Chubby has two red smudges on his face from punches and, in addition to the bleeding cut under my eye it feels like I have a broken rib although I pray I'm wrong about that. Robby's screaming at Derek again swinging his leg kicking Derek in the ass. After the second kick I let go off Derek's arm and get my arms around Robby who apoplectic with rage. He won't hit me so I'm able to walk him backwards away from the fray. Derek's lost interest in fighting and is just laying there with a split lip, breathing deeply with his chest heaving. He's not giving any resistant at all, but Ryan and Chubby are sitting on his legs just the same, while Lee loosely holds one arm against the driveway. I'm talking calmly to Robby, who seems to be regaining focus. Finally he says, "Thanks, Dylan. Tell them to let that asshole up; I'm calling dad," as he takes out his cell phone. I walk back, mumbling, "Robby says to let him up." Lee asks Derek, "You going to be sensible, Derek?" He sputters, "Fuck all of you pussies. Five against one; is that your idea of a fair fight?" Chubby smiles, "Fuck fair fights. I fight to win. I'd hit you over the head with a fucking hammer if I had one. Fair fights, my ass." Ryan snickers and I shake my head at him. Don't poke a bear with a stick, ya know. Derek sits up saying, "How 'bout I look each of you cub scouts up one by one and kick your ass?" Chubby goes, "Oh, please, make me be first, Derek, you're scaring the shit out of me." Lee says, "Here's another idea Derek, how 'bout the five of us look you up when we're not working and really let loose on you ass, how 'bout that?" Derek's outnumbered so he resorts to the old stand by, "Go fuck yourself!" Robby comes over and says to Derek, "You're fired. Mister Tannum is coming to collect you, and your father didn't sound pleased with you when I talked with him. He seemed quite angry." Derek mutters, "Oh fuck!" Mister Tannum is not only Derek's father, he's also the boss of all the supervisors and since Robby's the owner's son, mister Tannum may be concerned for his job and therefore unhappy about his son punching our Robby. It was mister Tannum who recommended his son for this job. Derek gets up and goes to the first aid kit for something to stop his lip from bleeding. I ask Robby, "What happened?" Robby shrugs, and says, "It's been building. Derek only wants to ride the mower and refuses to do other parts of the job. At first he was okay with it, but lately he's been surly and when I told him to collect the bags of grass clipping he told me to go fuck myself, and I snapped. I shouldn't have lost my temper, but I did, and he exploded like he'd lost his mind." I don't mention that Robby did pretty much the same thing, mind-wise. Derek's holding a gauze bandage to his lip, sitting on the ground. Robby gets the first aid kit to wash the cut under my eye with something that stings and I yelp making Chubby grin, muttering, "Don't be a candy ass, bro, you'll embarrass both of us." I grin at him as Robby puts a Band-Aid on my cut, saying, "You might need a couple of stitches, Dylan." I go, "Cool, a little scar will look hot." He grins, muttering, "Thanks for helping me out and for talking some sense into my head." Then he calls out his thanks to everyone who helped with Derek, who's strong as a bull. A pickup pulls in behind the truck then, and we all turn to look. Mister Tannum gets out and comes right over to Robby, "Rob, I apologize for my son's behavior. Did you fire him?" Robby says, "Yes sir, I did." Robby's immediate boss, who's more massive then even Derek, says, "Good for you. Derek's behavior is an embarrassment and a huge disappointment to me," then to all of us, he says, "I apologize to all of you because I know my son unfortunately won't be a big enough person to apologize for himself." Then, with an arm around Robby's shoulders, he walks him away to talk about stuff bosses talk about. I watch them for a bit, then say to the guys, "Let's finish the lawn, okay?" Lee says, "Good idea," and that's what we do with Chubby and me sneaking peeks to see if anything develops between Derek and his father. When mister Tannum is done talking to Robby he goes over to Derek. I don't know what he said, but Derek hangs his head and gets in the pickup truck and off they drive. Chubby says to me, "That asshole never wanted to do this job in the first place. He tried the first week or so, and then became a slacker." As us worker bees are putting the equipment on the truck we describe our injuries which are mostly mild, but we all exaggerate until you'd think we did hand to hand combat with half a dozen Derek's. Lee says, "To be honest though, that asshole got me only a couple of times with his fist. It felt like getting hit with a ninety-eight mile per hour hardball. We're gonna feel it tomorrow morning more than we do now." Chubby asks, "Billy Lee, how many times have you been hit by a ninety-eight mile per hour hardball, dude?" Lee says, "Only six times, Jeffrey, why do you asks?" They do their comedy routine then as Ryan and I snicker; we all finish loading the truck, including the bags of grass clippings that Derek refused to do. Robby's on his cell phone again, then comes over to me and says, "My dad wants me to take you to the emergency room to have that cut looked at. It's kinda deep, Dylan." I say, "How about after work, Robby? I don't want to let the crew down." He takes a deep breath, then mumbles, "Okay, we've only got two more smallish lawns to do so we'll be done by three o'clock." He looks closely at my cut, and the first bandage has blood soaked through so Robby tales it off and puts a big Band-Aid over the cut, and says, "It's mostly stopped bleeding, not bleeding as badly as it was anyway. Okay, right after work we go to the emergency room at the hospital." We finish the lawns with Robby handling the ride-on mower as he takes phone calls of one sort or another. Back at the locker room I change into street clothes that are very much like our work clothes, sans the Dickers' company logo, and then I ask Chubby to gather the dirty uniforms for me because it's my turn to wash them. I'd already told Ryan I'm going to the emergency room and he told me Robby asked him to come too. As soon as Robby handles the insurance with the hospital, using the company's medical coverage for workers, he's driving right back to make the meeting and then eat dinner. He and Ryan have baseball practice tonight, after which Robby needs to attend a company planning session. Robby isn't happy about that because he says it has very little to do with him and his responsibilities as a supervisor for a landscaping crew.. a crew that basically cuts lawns. His father want him involved for training purposes mostly, planning for when Robby graduates college and will be given a more important position. His dad's a long range planner, fer sure. Robby drives me to the hospital with Ryan following in his new Mini Cooper convertible, which he drives just as cautiously as he drove his mom's small generic American car. While Robby deals with the insurance, Ryan and I whisper together in the waiting room. Ryan says, "I hope this doesn't take long, Dylan, because we have the rest of the afternoon to mess around together." He looks so cute to me as he's pushing his glasses up his cute nose. I can't resist hugging around his neck pulling his head over so I can kiss his still damp-with-sweat forehead. He grins, saying, "Not here, Dylan," but I kiss him again, whispering, "You smell so good I could eat you up. I can't resist you." He pushes my arm away, mumbling, "Someone will see us," and I smile, muttering, "Only these people in the waiting room and they've already seen us." He blushes looking at no one. I remember being like that with Willie, but he forced me to get used to it and now I'm glad he did; but back then, not so much. Ryan whispers, "You're giving me a big head with the wonderfully complimentary things you say and do. It's so flattering and I love the way you love me, but we both agreed not to make a spectacle of ourselves in public." I ask, "You mean like that lady over there who's breastfeeding her baby?" He looks over and goes, "Gawd! Exactly what I'm talking about." I suck on my lips looking at him until he glances over and we grin at each other. He leans in and whispers, "I love you more than I would have thought possible, Dylan. Do you think there's any chance it can be just you and me someday? Can you give me any hope of that?" I say, "Hell, Ryan, there's always a chance, if it weren't for my love of Rob, you and me would be exclusive each others already." He said, "Yes, you said it right; 'exclusively' being the key word. I fantasize about that sometimes." Then Robby comes over to rub both our heads, leaning down saying, "You're all set, Dylan. They'll be calling you in a few minutes," then to Ryan, "Thanks for giving Dylan a ride back, I hate to impose, but Chubby had to get to his part-time job. It's seems like I have a full time and part-time job at work, except I only get paid for one." I say, "Thanks for taking care of this Rob, do you think I'll need stitches or maybe they can just use those butterfly adhesive things?" He shrugs, "I don't know, but if I had to guess I'd say you need stitches. Sorry this happened, Dylan. I got to go, but I can't tell you how much I love both my twin boyfriends. I'll see you guys tomorrow." We say goodbye, and Robby jogs out the door; he's a busy boy alright. Ryan makes a resigned face, muttering, "It'll never be just you and me; you could never hurt Rob and I wouldn't want you to. Wish I'd met you before Rob did because we'd have been attracted to each other back then just like we were when we had lunch together that first time." I squeeze the back of his neck, wanting to kiss him and reassure him it'll be okay, except I can't see how it will be any more than he can. Someone calls, "Dylan Newman." I get up patting Ryan's shoulder, saying, "Let's concentrate on the here and now, Ryan. The here and now is pretty damn good." Ryan smiles, saying, "You're right, that's what we'll do." Walking over to the nurse who's holding a paper with my name on it, I say, "That's me," and she says, "Hi, Dylan, I'm nurse Newell. Please follow me." I mumble, "Hi," while thinking about a needle piercing my skin any number of times. Looking back I give a salute to Ryan showing false bravado, like it's no big deal having someone sew my face. Ryan gives me a big grin because of the salute. The nurse takes me to a cubicle with a curtain hanging from a rod acting as the door. She pulls back the curtain and I go in to sit down, as she's telling me, "The doctor will be with you momentarily." I look around; there's a place to lay down, some medical stuff, the chair I'm sitting on, and another one, and that's about it. Five minutes of twiddling my thumbs and then a young doctor comes in, smiling. He's a very handsome, coffee-with-extra-cream colored African American. "Hi, I'm doctor Brown. What happened?" I say, "Someone accidentally caught me under the eye with his elbow and it split the skin." The doctor peals off the big Band-Aid and blood trickles down my cheek. I go, "Oh, I thought the bleeding had stopped." He says, "It's congealed mostly, but still leaking. Did you accidentally hit this individual back?" I grin and say, "Why yes I did, I accidentally punched him a few times." He smiles and says, "Here's the news you don't want to hear: you need sutures to close the wound. Suturing the cut will reduce the chance of infection and reduce scarring. I'll apply a topical anesthetic first so you'll only feel a little pinch when I stitch it up." I go, "I prefer the word sutures, it doesn't sound as painful as stitching it up." He smiles, saying, "It won't hurt much. You're got a lot of company, there are eleven million facial lacerations requiring sutures ever year in the US alone." I go, "Hmmm, mostly I'm only interested in one of those cases." He does an easy laugh, and says, "I'll be right back, please lay on the gurney." I do that and the doctor's back in a couple minutes with a nurse pushing a cart containing various items, she says, "Hi, Dylan, I'm going to clean the wound, then apply something to anesthetize the area." I close my eyes because I don't want to see the needle and thread. It doesn't hurt when she cleans the cut, then puts a gel around the cut that soon makes the skin there feel funny, and then the doctor is obviously sewing the cut closed and he's right, just dull pin pricks, but I felt them. It doesn't take long. He says, "All done, it took five stitches which is routine for a one inch cut like yours. Do you feel okay?" I go, "Yes, I'm fine," and sit up swinging my legs to hang over the side of the gurney. The doctor pats my shoulder, saying, "You're a good patient. Nurse Newell will be back with instructions for cleaning the incision. The sutures are absorbable so it won't be necessary to have them removed." I say, "Cool, thanks, Doctor Brown," and he's off to save someone else. I'm feeling macho now with five stitches closing my massive face laceration. The nurse returns and covers the sutures with a small gauze bandage, then gives me a pamphlet that describes the cleaning I need to do, and I'm on my way. Outside in the waiting room, Ryan gets right up when he sees me and comes over. "You okay, Dylan?" I say, "I'm very dizzy, Ryan. It was wicked painful, but the doctor gave me a shot of whiskey and a stick to bite so I wouldn't scram in pain while he stitched up my deep cut with a fat needle and twine. I held back my screams of agony so as not to scare the others in the waiting room. The doctor's given me a fifty/fifty chance of making it. Hold my hand, I think I'm going to faint." Ryan's laughing, "I'm going to give you a spanking for lying!" I say, "The doctor made me blow him too," and it all strikes Ryan as very funny. He's easy to make laugh. I say weakly, "See if you can find me a wheelchair, I'll never make it to the car." He's trying to hold his hand over my mouth because he's laughing too hard and he doesn't want me to say anything else. I put my arm across his shoulders and help him outside. He catches his breath, and says, "That wasn't funny," and I go, "I know," and we walk to the car holding hands without even realizing we're doing it. Inside the Mini, Ryan says, "How was it really?" I go, "Lets have a cigarette," so we get out and light up and I tell him the truth. He says, "I like the other version better." He somehow turns me on and arouses me sexually without even knowing he's doing it, and without trying to do it; it just happens. Rubbing my firm dick, I inhale smoke from my cigarette and do the smoke kiss with Ryan. He kisses back blowing the exhaled smoke I breathed into his mouth out his nose, then he says, "That's sexy, but not here, Dylan." I go, "Why not, we don't know anyone here. What's the harm," and from somewhere we here, "Faggots," and Ryan gives me a look as if that yelling-ignoramus proves something. I shrug, and say, "Okay, I won't attack you in public, but we're arguing too much lately." He's real serious now, "Oh no, Dylan, I'm not arguing. I just think we should be more discrete. If you want to kiss me in public than go ahead, but I'd rather we be discrete, that's all." I hug him around the neck, saying, "Well, it's gotta be your responsibility not to be so cute and sexy then. That will help me be more discrete when showing you how much I love you and how badly I want to eat you up like cotton candy. How's that?" He smiles, saying, "Sorry, but it's impossible for me to be any less cute and sexy than I am right now; I've already pulled way back on those two things." I kiss his forehead, muttering, "I'm head over heels for you, Ryan. I can't help myself." He says, "Good, I'm glad you can't." We smoke leaning against one another, then I ask, "How you going to fuck me this afternoon, Ryan?" He says, "I'd like to rip your pants down and fuck you right here against the Mini, but that probably couldn't be considered discrete. How do you want me to fuck you?" I go, "Um, can we play sub/dom?" He said, "I told you, Dylan, only once a week with that because you get carried away, and that makes me get carried away." I take a drag, and as the smoke drifts from my mouth, I say, "How about you give me one of those spankings with me laying bare-ass naked across your lap; using your hand to spank me, not that evil paddle. You told me I needed a spanking for lying so egregiously to you." He says, "You know I've come to hate hurting you; I did that hurtful stuff in the beginning when I didn't know any other way." I go, "Who gets a boner spanking me?" He says, "Me, but I get just as hard a boner kissing you, and it's easier too." I go, "Ryan, being lazy and argumentative is no way to go through life." He chuckles, "Okay, how about you kiss my feet and ass again?" I go, "Bingo, we got bingo!" Ryan squeezes around my waist, saying, "I'm going to love you even when you're gone, Dylan." I mutter, "I'm not going anywhere, sexy, I'm staying with you and Rob." "Lets go," he says abruptly, and I think it's because I added, 'and Rob', but I gotta be honest." I grab him, and say seriously, "It'll work out somehow, Ryan. I know it will, but for now lets enjoy ourselves fully without worrying about the future." He says, "You're right, but you have no idea how much in love with you I am. I told you before, it's scares me sometime and I'm worried I'll do something stupid." I hug him, saying, "You're too smart to do something stupid." Then we aren't especially discrete, and we kiss in the parking lot for maybe three minutes, then break apart with boners in our shorts, breathing hard and groping ourselves. "Holy shit, you're hot," I mutter to Ryan. "Not as hot as you," he says, then, "Lets get out of here before you have me fucking you on the grass over there." I go, "Where?" and he chuckles, getting in the Mini. Trying for light banter now, I say, "I love me some convertible driving; convertibles are so cool, Ryan. Lets get wild and crazy and crank this baby up to drive the speed limit." He smiles, then mumbles, "I take a lot of shit for the way I drive, but what's the hurry? I mean, lets say I'm going someplace that takes me fifteen minutes to get there driving like I do, feeling safe and relaxed by taking my time. Compare that to the option of driving fifteen miles an hour over the speed limit with my heart in my throat, risking my life weaving in and out of traffic to get were I'm going one minute earlier; does that make any sense?"I go, "I guess not granddaddy, but I'm a teenager and I don't give a fuck about logical thinking, I want to drive fast and enjoy the ride, plus you're going to lose your teenage membership if you're not more reckless real soon. I'm not turning you in, but someone is sure to report you sooner or later because you're making the rest of us look bad." He smirks, muttering, "I'm turning in my teenager membership next month anyway; it's my twentieth birthday." I go, "Oh no, me too! This is a disastrous turn of events for both of us." Ryan's drives onto route 9, which is four lanes in each direction with traffic moving at sixty to sixty-five miles an hour in a fifty-five mile an hour speed limit. He's in the merging lane going almost fifty miles an hour following a little old white-haired lady who's hunched over the steering wheel. I shout above the traffic noise, "Granny's pulling away from you, Ryan," and then I can't help but laugh. He laughs too. He's one of the best natured kids I've ever know and self deprecating too, easily laughing at himself. I reach over and ruffle his burr haircut with my fingers; he takes a quick glance at me still chuckling, then his head snaps back to the front with his eyes glued to the road as cars pull out from behind us and roar by the first chance they get, some of them flipping Ryan the bird as they go by. I can't help but smile as he takes a chance, taking a hand from the steering wheel to quickly push his glasses up his cute nose, and then gets both hands back on the steering wheel as quickly as he can. I turn on the radio and search for a rock station, yelling, "It's a law that teens in a convertible need to have the stereo turned up too loudly, preferably playing rap music although I can't stand rap so plain rock 'n roll will do." Ryan asks, "What?" and I smile again because it's hard to have a conversation in a convertible while on a highway because traffic noise and wind noise is really loud. You don't notice it in a hardtop with the windows up and the AC on. We make it to the relative calm of route 30 without getting rear-ended. This road is one lane in each direction, much of which has a thirty-five per hour speed limit, so conversation is possible. Ryan turns down the radio and says, "I hate route 9, it's like a NASCAR speedway." I go, "Oh yeah, it's hell on wheels, fer sure. Twelve people flipped you the bird flying by you, by the way." He blurts out laughing and I can't help but laugh too. I say, "I'd like to kiss you right now, Ryan, you're awesome." He looks over for a second with a shy smile, then with his eyes on the road again, he says, "Seriously, Dylan, before you and Rob saved me I hardly ever laughed; I was such a loser and a total nerd. Not an ounce of self confidence and zero pride in myself. Now I feel like I'm actually living a wonderful life, and my parents comment on the positive change in me all the time. Plus, I won you as first prize and I spend a lot of time being thankful for my recent blessings and can hardly believe I was the way I was before meeting you two; it's incomprehensible to me that I could have been like that, but I was." Wiping a tear from my eye, I mumble, "You brought joy into Rob's and my life too, Ryan; don't ever sell yourself short again. You're awesome, like I said, and I truly mean that." He nods his head and wipes his nose with the back of his wrist, then pushes his glasses up, and mutter, "Thanks, but if I look up 'awesome' in the dictionary there's a picture of you." Trying to lighten things up again, I go, "Yeah, I'm aware of that; I look the word up all the time. I only wish I had the last haircut you gave me when the picture for the dictionary was taken; I'd look even cooler if you can believe that." Ryan grins, pulling onto the street where he lives, muttering, "Hard to believe you could be cuter or cooler, but it is you, so maybe, ya know?" I look at him thinking, 'I'd like to hug his head and smell him and suck on his ear'. I remember the first time Rob drove him and me to Ryan's house and how impressed I was with these big houses. This time is no different as I gawk at each one and wonder what all these people do for a living to make enough money to buy these houses. At his house, Ryan drives around to the side of the house where the three-car garage is located; he hits a button on the sun visor causing one of the garage doors to go up smoothly. Driving into the garage, Ryan says, "My dick is already firmed-up from just knowing it'll be up your ass after you suck my toes and kiss my ass, hee hee." He parks and turns-off the Mini, then turns in the seat to look at me. Reaching under my chin he lifts my head, murmuring, "You're my beautiful slave boy with a dog collar on and the shorn haircut I gave you; you'll do whatever I say just like the videos I used to watch wishing I'd be someone's slave boy and now I've discovered I much prefer being the slave's master." He's saying everything with a grin on his lips, and humor in his voice. I know he's kidding, but it still gets my cock hard. I bite my lips staring into his eyes. The overhead light in the garage came on when the door went up; it reflects off his glasses but his blue eyes are so vivid they shine through the reflected light. He murmurs, "I love you, Dylan Newman," and leans his head over to mine. Without thinking, I wrap my arms around it and rub my nose on the side of his forehead, then kiss his forehead a long wet kiss, moaning quietly, "Mmmmmm," because I love how he smells. We get into a wild make-out then, still tethered to the seats by the seat belts. Our heads move tightly together licking and kissing each other's face until his head bounces off my sutured incision and I let out a loud, "Ow!" The pain shooting around my head. That thing is very sensitive; my face apparently is pissed-off about being cut open and then sewed together. Ryan's so sorry he has tears in his eyes, "Dylan, how stupid of me! I was so involved in the pleasure of being with you, and kissing and licking your face, I forgot your injury. I'm so sorry." I mutter, Oh please, Ryan, it's my fault that I wasn't more careful; I forgot it too." We undo our seat belts and get out of the car with Ryan saying, "Jesus, it might be a blessing in disguise that we bumped your boo boo or we might have tried fucking right in the car. You turn me on crazy-like. God, you're hot!" I go, "Look who's talking; I almost blew a load in my pants just from your sexy scent." He grins and says, "Scientifically speaking, I believe an expert on such matters referred to my scent as pheromones." I chuckle, "Yeah, I believe you're right about that." Ryan takes my hand, asking seriously, "Is your cut okay now, Dylan?" I squeeze his thin hand, saying, "Yeah, of course. It was just a quick, unbelievable stabbing pain, but I'm good now. I just wish I had that stick the doctor had me clamp my teeth on so I could have avoided that bellow of pain when you clumsily banged into my deep cut." He pulls me toward the door that leads from the garage to the basement, saying, "Yeah, you're a bit of a wimp when it comes to boo boos, ain't ya?" I go, "Oh yeah! Big time," and we go into a paneled recreation room and walk towards carpeted steps leading upstairs to the main part of this big house, with Ryan saying, "We need to show a little more restraint, don'cha think, Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, it's kinda nuts, but you get me so sexually aroused, without even meaning to, that I just go crazy over you. It's embarrassing to lose control like that, but at the same time the sexual heat is a major rush; just a fantastic feeling with every sensitive spot in my whole body just humming with pleasurable signals that bombard my brain." We've started up the steps when Ryan stops, squeezes my hand and leans into me, exclaiming, "Oh my God, I just got chills down my spine because you described exactly how I get with you; it's identical to how you get with me. The description was better than I could come up with, but everything you said is the same thing you bring out in my body and brain. This is scary." I go, "No it's not, it's perfect, that's what it is, and very few things in this world are perfect. You and me meeting with identical sexual hot spots is like a one in ten million chance, a wicked long-shot, almost the odds for winning Power Ball I would think." Ryan goes, "Oh boy, I'm rare," and I say, "Well yeah, you are, but the one in ten million is us meeting and having the opportunity to let our sexual tendencies get recognized. They're flourishing now." He nods his head up and down real fast, going, "I'll say they are," then he pushes his glasses back up and we continue going up the steps. I go, "The important thing is that you and me are mature enough to realize we get out of control at times, and we're working on that, so it's all good. If we just let ourselves go at each like wild sex maniacs, it'd be a bad thing." Ryan says, "Like that time in the foyer the first time you were here, right?" I go, "Exactly! We were wild animals in heat for each other then, but we've been working to correct that. Not that I don't still have the same heat for you, because I do, but we control ourselves now." We come out in the foyer... oh, so that's were this door leads. Ryan says, "Is it okay with you if we go up to my bedroom and get naked?" He's grinning. I grin too, and say, "Gee, I hadn't thought of that possibility. Good idea." He leans into me again and I put my arm around his neck, saying, "I need a little taste of you to make sure I'm in the mood to mess around naked with you," he giggles and I pull his head over and rub my nose on the side of his forehead again. Then wrap him in my arms, loving the feel of his smaller tight body, and he puts his arms around me and we hug as I give the side of his face a long wet kiss while inhaling his aroma. My dick firms up immediately, of course. I get my hand under his chin to raise his face; we do a sweet lover's kiss slowly as a whimper comes from Ryan's throat, then our tongues meet. It's luscious to hold him, with him holding me, smelling and tasting him and him returning every emotion I'm feeling and then some. To know you really like, and really love, and actually really need someone who feels the same about you is a wonderful thing. Add sexual heat of the highest degree to that mix and you've got sexual wildfire with intense heat that clouds your brain and overrules all other considerations. Our sweet, loving, lover's kiss becomes a little more intense with both of us making desperate quiet sounds of deep pleasure as we begin sucking each other's mouth and lips and tongues, then licking each other face like animals in heat; our hands squeezing and caressing each other's body while we dry hump our cocks together whining with desire now. I can feel the heat from Ryan and it increases his scent as sweat breaks out on our faces; they slide together. Ryan's lapping across my lips and up the front of my nose as I gasp for breath, inhaling his saliva and coughing while clinging to him humping my boner against his bigger one. Ryan gets a hand in the waistband of my cargo shorts and pulls me, then turns me around and pushes me forward. I grab the banister of the wide curving stairs, leading to the second floor while Ryan pulls down my shorts and they fall to my ankles as he pulls his boner through his zipper and pokes it at my ass, but he hasn't pulled my jockey shorts down. Grunting, he pulls the back of my jockey shorts down, the front getting hung-up on my boner. The wet head of his cock slides across my buttocks as he makes a desperate whimper and hits my anus with the hot, wet head of his cock, and with a sigh of relief from Ryan he leans into me sliding his almost eight inches of swollen cock, hard as a flagpole, op my ass with me going, "Ahhhhhhhh," but not in pain; in intense, absolute, one hundred percent sexual pleasure that can't be described. It feels so good having Ryan's cock inside me that tears roll down my cheeks as I lick around my lips, then I'm frantically stretching the waist band of my underwear until it rips so I can free my throbbing boner. Ryan lays on my back with his boner all the way up my ass and his arms tightly around me, the side of his face against my back as he breaths rapidly for a few seconds doing short humps up my ass, his cock sliding easily already. Then with another whimper of desire he grabs my hips and begins slamming his cock fully up my ass; each a seemingly long, precious journey of sexual pleasure. The skin on skin "Slap, slap, slap," fills the high ceiling foyer echoing off the wainscoting. The 'Slap; slap, slap," sounds almost sounding like one long singular slap with the almost violent speed and force of Ryan's thrusts up my ass. With every thrust Ryan's grunts and I moan, "Aaaah, ash, aaah, aaah," quick sounds of extreme sexual pleasure joins the echoes of our flesh colliding. My head goes back as my climax builds quickly and I ram my ass against each thrust from Ryan. His boner's fatter than I've ever felt before and it has my rectum going crazy with sizzling sensations, my boner sticks straight out from my groin so tight it might fly off with my first creamy shot of cum that's preparing to make the journey from my balls to the outside world at the speed of light. Ryan slams into me yelling, "Shiiiiiit!" as cum floods my rectum. I pass out for a fraction of a second and all systems shut down, overloaded with sexually inspired pleasure sensations. My brain says 'fuck it' and quits functioning for a brief moment in time, then all the sexual sensations register in my brain at once and my hips hump forward with cum steaming from my nuts to travel throughout the shaft of my boner and fly in a straight tight string of cum four feet out before surrendering to gravity and plopping wetly down on the polished hardwood floor. Another slam into my ass as Ryan's now clutching desperately around my body with both arms. He's back to whimpering as he does quick short hard thrust up my ass, releasing the final spurts of cum from his balls. I'm holding on to the banister with one hand and stoking my throbbing cock with the other, my head now hanging below my arm, weak after my enormous first climax eruption. Short spurts of cum shoot out with me going, "Aaaahh!" as each one tantalizes the super sensitive head of my cock. My shoulders shudder and the last indescribable sensation crackle and sizzle in various parts of my body. My rectum still buzzes with pleasure as spasms and tightly squeezes the intrusion in my ass, basically making love with Ryan's cock. My own cock vibrates and the pee slit quivers as Ryan lets out a long moan of relief and pleasure. I feel him shudder against me and moan as things quiet down and all the sensors and nerve endings in my body quiet down, sigh, and smile. My head clears and I recognize Ryan hugging me; somewhere in the house a telephone is ringing. I thought it was a ringing in my ears. Somewhere an answering machine, sounding like Ryan, announces, "We're sorry we missed your call. Please leave a message. Thank you and have a great day." It's all very surreal as I take a deep breath standing up feeing dizzy. I turn around, which pulls Ryan's boner from my ass, and I get him in my arms. He sighs, hugging my back now, the side of his face on my shoulder. I lay the side of my face on the top of his head; his burr cut hair is dense, but still soft even though only a little over a half inch long; it feels nice. I realize I'm able to feel individual recognition of my senses again, and can now differentiate the way Ryan feels and especial his wonderfully sexy smell. We're quietly hugging each other for, well I don't know how long, but after awhile we begin swaying back and forth in each others arms, like we're dancing to music we somehow both hear in our heads. It's quite lovely actually. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. There are expenses in maintaining this site and a small donation can enable this to remain a free story site. Thank you. See the site for details.