Date: Fri, 6 Sep 2013 05:13:49 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 24 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 24 by Donny Mumford After the basketball game Ray gave me a good fuck, and we had a good make-out before that. In between the make-out and the fuck Ray noticed my hickey and got the idea that the person fulfilling the girl's part of sex, meaning me, is the one who should be giving the hickey; not the person receiving it. I don't know if he's right or wrong about that, but I gave him a hickey on his sweaty neck only to have him bitch about it stinging. It's possible I gave Robby one in the past, I'm not sure, but if I had to guess I'd say the hickey I gave Ray was my first one ever. I'd rather give one than get one in any case. Ray thinks the hickey will impress his posse with how much I'm into him. What can I say, it's Ray I'm dealing with here. Then, after the sex, Ray hinted around that his old girlfriend would suck his cock to clean it for him after he fucked her. Well big deal, Ray wears a condom when fucking anybody but me, so the girlfriend sucked a basically clean cock. Ray claims the girl wanted to show her appreciation for how good Ray fucked her. Sounds like a crock of shit, but what the hell, I sucked his sloppy cock after he fucked me because I didn't like the thought of a girl outdoing a gay boy. So now Ray's positive I'm really into him and I am a little bit, but nothing like I'm into Robby and Ryan. We're getting dressed now, except I don't have a shirt to wear because he used my tee-shirt to wipe cum off my ass and off the car's door, which is where my orgasm splattered. I've got my underwear and basketball shorts on, which is all I'll be wearing, and Ray's dressed too. He says, "There's really no need for you to wear a shirt on a hot night like this, Dylan, and you won't need a shirt at Al's either, so we're good to go. That's where we're heading now, Al's. It's a dive where Ray and his posse hangout. We're meeting Devon, Jameson, and Bean there, but not asshole Mark who Ray suspended from his posse for a week. Mark propositioned me and then called me a faggot so that pissed Ray off; he doesn't put up with someone dissing his girlfriend, or his boyfriend. Like Bean says, Ray's the man. I'm totally aware that very few people would put up with Ray's weird slant on reality, but there's something about him that reminds me of Willie, although unlike Willie, Ray doesn't have a clue about the sub/dom dynamic, so that's not what's in play here. I say that even though some of Ray's normal personality could be interpreted as leaning towards dominant behavior, which is probably a part of the reason he intrigues me. Then there's the fact he's sexy; at least I think he is, and there's that ever present hint of his sexy BO scent, and sometimes more than a hint. His brand of BO somehow translates into being sexy in my mixed-up brain, so go figure. During the drive to wherever we're going Ray keeps a stream of consciousness banter going, and most of it is of a complimentary nature for me, but it's also about Ray's assumption that I'm more into him than I actually am. Even with all his craziness, including his goofy posse, I'm thinking I'll stick with him as my side-sex partner for a little longer. For one thing he's a good sex partner and at the moment my best option, but it's buddy sex pure and simple; nothing more and nothing less. With Ryan and Robby it's about love and devotion, which gets confusing, so it's a chance to just be interested in some casual sex without commitments. Ray's different from anyone I know, so it's interesting and new too, and at times he's unintentionally funny as well. Hell, I like a good chuckle as much as the next guy. Basically, Ray's a change of pace from anything I've experienced in the past, and I kinda want to see what's next with this crew. Oddballs for the most part, but not bad guys; they're basically harmless. It takes about forty minutes to get to Al's, which turns out to be a recreational complex in Southboro. It's a sprawling place with baseball batting cages, chip and putt golf course, and miniature golf behind the big main building, which is primarily an ice cream joint, but there's burgers and fries too. Inside there are pool tables and a mini arcade with video games, pinball machines, electro-mechanical games and stuff like that. Considering the facilities, it shouldn't surprise anyone that the place is crawling with kids. I didn't know about this place though, it's two towns away from where I live and we don't travel all that much. Maybe I need to get out more. When Ray and I walk into Al's, Bean comes over with Devon and Jameson right behind him and the five of us do the one arm hug greeting as if we haven't seen one another for a month. Bean wants to know, "Where's your shirt, Dylan?" and Devon quietly murmurs, "You have a touch of BO," and Jameson gives a high pitched giggle pointing at Ray's hickey. I tell Bean, "I spilled something on my shirt and it's not my BO, Devon, it's Ray's. Can't ya tell?" Devon mutters, "I thought it smelled familiar." Then to Ray, he incongruously says, "I like BO on you, Ray," with Ray giving him a cool stare, then saying, "I'm masculine, that's the bottom line." We commandeer a table and sit down with Ray in charge. He says, "My boyfriend gave me this hickey because he's pretty much into me. Aren't you Dylan?" Well, he couldn't very well give a hickey to himself, and he hasn't been with anyone but me since being hickey less, so who else but me could have given it to him. I say, "Yep, I sucked a hickey on Ray's neck." Jameson goes, "Ewww, that's sick." Ray goes, "It's unlikely anyone will ever be your girlfriend or boyfriend, but if a miracle happens and you get one, you won't think it's sick when that person wants to demonstrate how much they like you by giving you a hickey." Bean's eyes are shiny and he wets his lips, asking, "Did you do the bum thing to Dylan, Ray?" Ray shrug and spreads his hands, palms up, muttering, "I gotta service my boyfriend just like I do my girlfriend; that's what it's all about." Everyone looks at me, and I mutter, "You heard him. Hey, I'm gay, alright? Jeez." Devon very curious about anal fucking and he was from the first time I sat down with the posse in McDonald's the other night. He asks, "How'd it feel, Dylan? Did you, you know, shoot off?" "All over the fucking door," Ray says, and everyone laughs. Like I said, Ray says things that aren't funny, but the guys laugh anyway. Jameson asks me, "Is that what you spilled on your shirt?" Ray says, "Bingo," then to me, "Dylan, you're the rookie in my posse so you take the order for what everyone wants and then go get it. We'll reimburse you when you bring the stuff back to the table." Bean clears his throat, and mutters, "Speaking of reimbursements, Ray... um," and he nods at me. He bought me two hotdog's and two Cokes, plus a bag of peanuts at the game. Ray's suppose to pay him back because I'm Ray's date. Ray says, "I'll settle up with you while Dylan's getting our stuff. What's everybody want?" Well, after some deliberation, everyone wants ice cream cones, double dip with different flavors for everybody. I say, "I can't remember all that shit. I'll get two at a time." Ray says, "No, get them all at once; we're all equal here except you're the rookie so you're not equal, but the rest of us are. Get a pen or pencil and take down everyone's order." I roll my eyes, and Ray says, "Hey, you don't need to be in our posse, but if you wanna be you gotta do your rookie duty. What's it gonna be?" Oh man, but my dick's running my brain at the moment and Ray taking charge like that, daring me to say, 'fuck you'. It's kinda ballsy of him, so I gotta give him props for calling my bluff. Hmmm, it'd be kinda awkward for everyone if I say, 'Fuck your posse'. I can't depend on Lee or the new kid on our crew, Seth, for my side-sex, so I knuckle under, "I'll get a pen or something." Jameson, in his annoyingly high pitched voice, says, "You do that, rookie," and the posse giggles as I go to the counter to look for something to write with. There's a line waiting to place their order and when I walk to the front of the line, a guy, who looks like a lumberjack, says, "Where do you think you're going, skinny?" Ignoring that because I'm not skinny, I'm slim, I reach over the counter and grab one of the order-taker's pens. A girl in line holds her nose as I walk by her because of Ray's BO scent, transferred to my body from Ray's underarms. Someone mutters, "Get a shirt," and someone else says, "And some deodorant." Embarrassing, but I don't even notice the BO smell by now so I'm betting Ray is so used to it too he probably barely notices it. Back at the table all the guys clap and make a big fuss, yelling too loud, "Okay, Dylan, that's what we're looking for, dude. Way to go!" They're impressed I took the girl's pen. I write what everybody wants on a napkin, then flip the pen to Bean, who says, "Thanks, Dylan!" He's kinda cute. Waiting in line for fifteen minutes I finally place the order for double dip cones, everyone selecting two different flavors. The girl dipping the ice cream puts each cone in a container that the cones fit into and I carry it back to the table and get another round of applause. The posse is loud, but the whole place is loud so they fit right in. Passing out the cones I realize I didn't get one for myself. Looking back at the line, which is still long, I decide, fuck it, and pretend I don't want a cone although they look good. The guys offer the money for the cones, but I say, "My treat, guys." Ray says, "Way to be, Dylan." After a few minutes of loud slurping at the ice cream, me watching the boy's tongues, Devon holds his half eaten ice cream cone towards me, "Want a lick, Dylan?" I take the cone and lick some strawberry ice cream into my mouth thinking it's sexy licking where he just licked. Passing the cone back, I mumble, "Thanks," and Bean passes his peach ice cream cone and I lick his cone. Ray says, "Here, you can finish mine, Dylan, I'm going to get a bottle of water. I finish Ray's cone feeling my dick squirming in my pants. That was sexy; I mean me licking where the guy's tongues just licked. Ray gets the bottled water from a vending machine and passes it around and we all take a few swallows; no germ-phobias in this posse. "Okay," says Ray, "Tonight we're going to do chip and putt. It'll be Bean and me against Devon and Jameson. Dylan, you keep score." The guys are all for that. On the way outside, Bean says, "You're the rookie, Dylan, so you get the shitty end of the stick. I was the rookie three years ago so I know how it feels, but as soon as a new member joins Ray's posse, he'll be the rookie and you'll be an equal member." Oh goodie! I have a feeling the last member to join before me was Bean, three years ago. The guys pay for chip and putt, then choose their putters and nine irons. I get a score card and little pencil and we all go to the first tee. Ray's surprisingly good, but the other three are horrific, and none of them is good at math. They all lie about their scores, but I fill in whatever they say they shot for each hole and after eighteen holes, even with the lying, the scores are sky high. Ray's good, but he still has a sixty for the par three holes; par would be fifty-four. The other guys are around the hundred mark. Jameson says, "We know how to get out money's worth," which is one way of looking at it. Accumulating all those strokes took quite a while, so it close to ten-thirty when we finally leave. Everyone says their goodbyes with hugs and pats on the chest or back, with Devon suggesting I take a shower. It's Ray's BO on me, but they say nothing to Ray about a shower. Ray drives me home. At my condo he yawns, saying, "I'll call you, Dylan. Did you have a good time on our date?" I say, "Yeah, thanks, Ray. It's cool going on a date with four guys." He says, "This wasn't a normal date. You wanted to watch me play basketball, but we'll usually be on our dates alone. You'll still be hooking up with my posse though, so you'll get to see the guys too. We say goodnight without a kiss, which is fine with me. In the condo I rub my shoulders and sides where most of Ray's BO is located and smell my fingers. Yep, it's still there. I don't find it offensive, but from the reaction of others, they do. Weird. After a long shower, I'm laying in bed before captured by sleep, thinking about tonight and evaluating Ray's sex, comparing it to putting-up with Ray and his posse and it doesn't add up. It was a very different adventure, but do I want to repeat it? That's the question. It won't be new the second time and Ray's sex, while hot, isn't as hot as Robby's or Ryan's, plus that posse stuff is very lame. While thinking about this I drift off to sleep and in the morning I can't imagine repeating a night like last night, so I guess Ray's not going to be my side sex partner after all. The deciding factor in this decision is that I'd be embarrassed to relate to Chubby how things unfolded last night. If I can't tell him about it, then it's probably not something I should be doing. It was a trip to wacky-land and I've been there before, the day at Mohawk man's tattoo parlor immediately comes to mind. I enjoy getting nuts once in awhile, but enough is enough. I feel good about making this decision, not that I need to make a federal case out of it; I'll just let it drift away. Turning down a few dates with Ray should do it. Ray will lose interest and rationalize that he dumped me like he dumped that girl who told him she was going steady with someone else. I'll chalk this experience up as one and done. With a new outlook, I go outside to wait for Chubby. He shows up on time, saying, "I'm sorry about, Ryan. I know you were fond of him, but you'll see him at Merrimack in the fall." I go, "What are you talking about? What happened to Ryan?" We're walking down the steps as Chubby's asking, "Have you checked your cell phone lately?" I go, "No, I didn't have it with me last night. I went, um, golfing." He goes, "Golfing?" I mumble, "Yeah, chip and putt, what about Ryan?" He says, "Robby was trying to get hold of you last night. I imagine Ryan was too. Anyway, Robby called me to see if you were with me. He wanted to tell you Ryan's father got transferred to Georgia. He's moving; I think he's leaving tomorrow." Well talk about the unexpected. Fuck! I go, "When's he moving? Tomorrow?" We're getting in the Jeep, me driving. Chubby puts our lunch in the back, mumbling, "I don't know for sure. Maybe he'll be at work today; ask him. Sorry, Dylan." Wow, this is awful. No more Ryan the rest of the summer, oh man! I'll really miss him. I fight back tears because crying would humiliate the shit out of me, but I feel bad about this and I'll feel worse about it when the reality and finality of it sinks in. Chubby wants to know who I went chip and putt with last night, and I'm like, "Some friends of Ray's." He goes, "You're hanging around that weirdo and his high school friends? We're in college." I say, "Just last night, I'm not in his posse, although he might not realize that. It was a one night thing; just on a whim, I went for the hell of it. Forget that. Do you know anything more about Ryan?" He says, "Just that Robby's frustrated that he needs to hire yet another replacement for his crew." Hmmm, Robby's already lost most of his interest in Ryan so he's probably not too broken-up about him moving. Maybe he's even secretly glad because Ryan and I were so tight. This just puts off decision time for me, until at least the fall. I mean, it's Robby I want to be with long term, but decision time regarding what to do about Ryan and me. Damn, I love that kid. At work a morose Ryan comes up to stand too close to me, and says, "This really, really sucks, Dylan. I tried to call you last night to tell you first. Then I thought maybe you were with Rob so I called him. He's pissed he needs to hire my replacement; I don't think he's very broken-up I'm moving." I say, "Well I am," and I put my arm across his shoulders. He leans in, muttering, "I was a fucking crybaby in my room last night, but I didn't let my parents see me doing it. I love you, Dylan." I shake my head, mumbling, "This is so out of the blue, I'm devastated. It's so unfair." We go inside to change into our work outfits as Ryan's telling me, "It's out of the blue for me too, but my dad's promotion has been in the works for two months. Mom and dad have seen the change in me since I met Rob and you so they hesitated telling me we're moving until the last minute. We're moving tomorrow." "Holy shit! This Friday? Tomorrow?" He goes, "Yep, the company's providing housing for us until this house is sold and we buy a new one in Georgia, of all places." Tears running down his face and now I feel worse for him than I feel for myself. My initial reaction was that this sucks for me, but it's much worse for Ryan. He finally made friends and he has to leave them now. Life sucks sometimes. I wipe his tears while looking around to see if anyone's watching us, but they're all paying attention to other things. The short time we have before work I'm calming Ryan by emphasizing we'll be together in two months for the entire sophomore college term. He's pouty, but not crying now at least. Neither of us expected to be separated and it's a kick in the nuts alright, but there's nothing we can do about it. On the blacktop Seth comes over with a really cute smile on his face to bump fists with me, and say, "It's you and me together all day, Dylan. What do you think we'll be doing today?" I go, "Oh, it's pretty much the same most days. I see from the schedule we need the big walk-behind mower so we'll be working that; not one of my favorite things to do." Robby gives his morning pep talk reminding us to pick up the pace and then we load the truck and we're off. With both mowers on the truck Ryan and I could do whatever we want during the ride, but all he wants to do is hug me. We don't talk much and so I spend the time thinking how the job won't be the same without Ryan. I miss him already. His head's next to mine, his short hair soft against my cheek and his awesome sexy scent filling my senses. Tonight's my dinner with Chubby and the moms, but right after work our plan was for Ryan to come over to my condo for some sexy activity. I ask him if he still wants to do that, and he says, "Absolutely, it'll be the last time I see you until September." His lip quivers, but he doesn't cry, just clings to me and I feel really bad for him. So his father works for a company who pays him very well, but the downside to that is he gets promoted and transferred to the company's home office. Damn! Most of the day I'm with Seth who's friendly as hell, and I'd normally enjoy myself because he's so good looking, but I can't get it off my mind that tomorrow Ryan will be gone. I'm realizing how much he means to me and it hurts to think he won't be around after today. Robby talks to me briefly saying he knows how much Ryan means to me and he seems serious and sincere saying how bad he feels about Ryan leaving, but he'll try to help me get over it. I say, "Don't you go anywhere, Robby. I couldn't bare that." He pats my shoulder muttering, "Nothing could pry me away from you, Dylan, nothing." It's so gloomy today; everyone is walking around like someone died. They all sense how upset Ryan and I are so I guess the fact we're lovers is more widely known in the group than I thought. Lee pats me on the shoulder saying, "It's a tough thing losing a, um, good friend like Ryan. Sorry about that, Dylan." No sexual innuendos about him taking care of my backdoor today. He seems sincere. Seth and I take turns using the walk-behind mower all afternoon and we're both pretty good at it by the end of the day. I feel more comfortable with it than ever, and Seth had no trouble with it from the start. We're getting along really well and at one point, when he and I are loading the mower on the truck, I feel comfortable enough with Seth to ask if I can feel the small patch of whiskers on his chin; he shaves the rest, but leaves only a half inch long patch of whiskers at the bottom of his chin for a fashion statement of some sort. Seth says, "Feel away, Dylan," and I reach up with the back of my fingers and do that. His blond whiskers feel like Ray's darker ones, somewhere between soft and bristly. He chuckles when I feel them, then asks, "You're not growing any whiskers yet?" I think of my dad, who mom said had very little facial hair, there aren't any in his picture, then say, "Nah, my dad didn't have many either." Of course he was only seventeen when he died so who knows if he'd have grown whiskers later, but I don't say that. Seth goes, "You're lucky, Dylan, shaving every day sucks." I mutter, "Lately I've been thinking they're sexy; whiskers I mean. I don't know why exactly, I just do." He looks at me, thinking about something, then asks, "Um, do you like making out with guys?" I go, "Oh yeah, if it's the right guy I do. How 'bout you; do you like making-out?" He says, "Yeah, but a lot of gay guys, young gay guys, aren't really into it. At least young guys I've ran into.' He laughingly says, "How 'bout I don't shave some day and you and me make out." I grin, mumbling, "Yeah, that'd be cool." Then I think about making out with Ray and how sexy his whiskers are, as scarce as they are, and how they felt on my face. Maybe I've been too hasty with my decision to let him fade into the background. Seth's looking at me strangely, so I ask, "What?" and he says, "Oh, nothing. It's just that I saw you and Ryan making eyes at each other yesterday afternoon in the locker room and I remember thinking, 'He's lucky,' meaning Ryan. You're about the cutest boy I've ever seen." I go, "Thanks, Seth, you too. I was thinking that myself, I mean about you being cute, not me." He grins, "You've got a very likable personality. Has anybody ever told you that? You're half naive and half puppy dog friendly." I chuckle, "That don't sound like a very flattering assessment." He goes, "No, I meant it in a good way. I know Rob is your boyfriend, but you said you have a partially open relationship. I'm not sure how that works, but could you and I go out and sometime, you know, to see if we're compatible?" I'm a little flustered so I just stare at him a few seconds, and he says, "Sorry if I seemed to be coming on too strong, but I thought I'd ask. No offense intended; I'm not inferring that you cheat on your boyfriend or anything." I go, "Oh, no, um, what'd ya have in mind?" And I feel guilty, like I'm replacing Ryan before he's even left, but Seth brought it up, not me." He shrugs, and goes, "I don't know. Go to a movie and make out a little afterwards. Anything really; I'm not trying to get in your pants necessarily. Just kissing gay friends, sorta like that. I told you I haven't had much luck in the romance department. It's mostly a matter of happenstance who you run into, ya know?" Gee, he seems like a real nice kid. Yesterday he was slightly standoffish, but after spending the whole day with him he seems different. Ryan and Chubby are here now stowing away their weed whackers so Seth and I don't get to finish our discussion. Ryan says, "Well, that's the last weed whacking I'll be doing for the foreseeable future," sounding very sad. Chubby says, "Hey partner, why didn't you take the day off. It's your last day. You're making such a fast escape we can't even throw you a going away party." Ryan comes right out and says, "I came to work today to be with Dylan one more time." His honesty takes Chubby by surprise and he can't come up with anything funny or clever to say. Instead he pats Ryan's shoulder, and says, "I don't blame you. That's a damn good reason." Ryan's feeling frisky or reckless, and quietly says, "I'm in love with him and I'm going to miss him so much." Seth says, "Man, I'm sorry, Ryan," and he pats his back too. Ryan takes a deep breath and I hug him saying, "Me too," and neither Seth or Chubby says anything wise-ass. We are being sappy, so I'll bet Chubby's thinking something wise-ass, but he's never been in romantic love so he doesn't realize how much it can hurt. It's wonderful too, but there's hurt when you really love somebody. You hurt when they hurt, and you hurt if they dump you, and you hurt if you're mad at each other, and you especially hurt if you're in love and your lover has to move to another state. Lee comes up talking with Robby, then Robby says, "Three-fifteen guys; we're done on time. Good job today." Then to Ryan, "We're going to miss you, buddy," and he gives Ryan a shoulder hug, adding, "We'll see you in the fall. I promise we'll get a three bedroom apartment so we can be a happy group again. Okay?" Ryan nods his head, but doesn't say anything; probably because he doesn't trust his voice. We load up the grass clipping and Robby drives the ride-on mower onto the truck and we're done for the day. Ryan's last day on the job. Ryan and I cuddle during the ride back and halfway there I lift his chin to kiss him, but that just gets tears running down his cheeks so I don't know what the right thing to do is. How different things can be in a twenty-four hour period. After changing to street clothes, Ryan says his goodbye's, then looks at me, "Are you ready, Dylan?" I say, "Yeah, let's go." Walking to his Mini, I ask, "Are you driving to Georgia?" He says, "No, they'll pack the cars too. We're flying out tomorrow. I'm mad at my parents for not giving me some prior notice, but they thought it would be less painful if it happened overnight. I don't agree with them." I don't know if I've ever seen a sadder kid and I feel so horrible for him. I go, "We can talk every day and the weeks will fly by, you'll see." He's inconsolable though, and with tears in his eyes, he asks, "What time are you going to dinner tonight?" I say, "I'm meeting my brother at six-thirty. We have two hours to say goodbye." He goes, "I need two years to say goodbye to you. I've never loved anyone or anything half as much as I love you." I go, "You're breaking my fucking heart here, Ryan. Jeez, I'm feeling low myself. You and me have become so close; I love being with you and I love you just as much as you love me." He asks, "Do you love me more than Rob?" I go, "At least as much and, yeah, maybe more." He mutters, "I know you two have been together forever, but you said once maybe something could happen where it'd be just you and me." I say, "Nobody can predict the future; anything's possible." At the condo we go to my bedroom where Ryan says, "Can we get in your bed naked? And no sub/dom shit, please; just lover's sex." I go, "I'm not in the mood for games, Ryan; lover's sex is the only kind appropriate in this situation." We undress and I gawk at the huge cock on his slight, diminutive frame; it's unbelievable. Makes my dick look small. Getting in bed, we're in each other's arms and we make-out for a long time, and even without whiskers Ryan's a very sexy boy. His scent has always attracted a lot of my attention and I love the feel of his burr haircut, running my fingers through the short soft hair and then smelling the almost neutral hair smell is a turn-on for me. As usual we spring boners quickly and they rub together deliciously as we move against one another loving the bare skin against bare skin feel. We both are slightly sweaty from working in the sun all day, but no hint of BO from either of us. We kiss and suck tongues and lips, then lick each other's face clinging to one another desperately. It goes on for a half hour or more until finally Ryan whispers, "Ooh, Dylan, I'm getting blue balls. I'm so turned on, I need to fuck you before I cum on the sheets." He rolls me up on my side and guides his wickedly hard, dripping boner to my asshole, puts his arm around me with the palm of his hand flat on my belly near my cock, and then slowly pushes his long fat boner up my ass. We both try controlling our sighs of pleasure, but quiet, "Ooooooh, mmmmmmm," come from both of us. Oh the feel of his cock up my ass is so familiar and perfect now. I squirm with sexual pleasure in his arms as his balls are now snugly against my butt cheeks. My rectum feels like it's bulging with that large member of his in there. Ryan hugs me tighter kissing the back of my neck, then licking up into my hair at the hairline. He licks a number of times and the sexuality of it gets my shoulders doing their shuddering and a chill zips down my spine as goose bumps raise on my arms and I shiver all over. He murmurs, "You taste salty, Dylan." Adjusting the position of my head so he can reach my ear with his mouth, he puts his tongue in my ear and slowly withdraws his boner till it's distending the lips of my anus with me tightening ever muscle trying to hold the fat swollen head of his cock in my ass. Still licking in my ear, he pushes back up my ass with his cock and another shiver rolls over me, as I moan, "Ooooooooh, Ryaaaaaan," and he starts fucking me steadily, but not hurriedly. I get into an extremely aroused condition, highly stimulated in a sexual way and start my mindless mantra of, "Mmmmmm, ooooh, mmmm, ooh." The pleasure sensation builds and my boner gets harder and harder until it's sticking straight out and throbbing. My balls are buzzing as they busily generate lots of sperm. His tongue is out of my ear and together we sing the song of incredibly deep sexual pleasure; a song of moaning and almost whimpering from the indescribable sensations that result when two people have sexual love with each other. Maybe some of us are more receptive to romantic love where sex is involved, or maybe we're just lucky to be born with higher than normal receptors for sexual pleasure, or maybe we're perfect for each other in more ways than that. Whatever the reasons, the beauty of this sexual encounter knows no bounds in my brain and I soar to the limits of such intense sexual arousal with Ryan that my entire body shakes on it's own. My climax has arrived and the seconds before it actually explodes are very close to painful, the need for it and the anticipation are enormous, then, with a violent body spasm and a squeal of pleasure, a long stream of spunk fires from my cock as my balls shimmy and shake. Ryan holds onto me, but I'm literally shaking in his arms feeling so much sexual pleasure I'm dizzy and it's by far the best feeling there is in the universe. It has to be, nothing could be better. Another spurt of cum from my boner gets my legs moving and my hip thrusting as four more spurts quickly follow. A volcano of sexual pleasure with my body taut as a steel wire and then the sensations recede and I let out a long sigh of contentment and lie weak in Ryan's arms. He's speeding up the penetration and doing desperate whimpering sounds. He then humps into me extra hard, goes, "Mmmmmm, un, un, un," and I feel his stream of cum warm my ass for just a second, but the squishiness continues. So does Ryan's sound of sexual climax. His cock sliding smoothly in and out of my sizzling rectum feeling wonderful even after my orgasm. I love when the right boy's cock is up my ass and Ryan's one of the 'right' boys. He's near the top of the list. After awhile he stops thrusting and just leaves his cock in me as we lay together on our sides. Then he pushes me onto my stomach and comes along for the ride, his cock still impaling me. He lays the side of his face against the back of my neck and does little hip movement moving his cock an inch or two with each move he makes. It feels really good. I do another sigh and we lay like this, sweaty like we've been all day, but not caring about it. Finally he pulls his cock out of my ass, drawing some of his cum which drools down my butt cheeks. We get chest to chest and without talking, kiss gently and lovingly for ten or fifteen minutes while rubbing each others body or running our fingers through each other's hair. It's wonderfully sweet and romantic and keeps us both sexually aroused and very much into one another. There isn't a single thing about Ryan I don't like; I love every single thing about him and tell him so in between kisses. He mutters, "You won't forget me, will you, Dylan?I couldn't bare it if you did or if you lost interest in me like Rob did." I say, "Don't be absurd, how could I possible forget you? I love you and Rob still loves you too." He says, "Yeah, but like a brother or a friend." Funny that Robby said that's how he thinks Ryan loves him too. They're thinking alike. We lay together cheek to cheek and enjoy the scent and feel of each other for a long dreamy time. Ryan begins weeping, muttering, "I should have know my luck wouldn't hold up. The first time in my life I'm truly happy, hell I'm delirious with happiness, and dad gets promoted. Goddammit, that's sucks so bad!" I go, "Shhh, Ryan. It won't do any good beating yourself over the head. We'll be together at Merrimack in mere weeks. And next summer you can stay with me for awhile, maybe a month if your parents can spare you for that long, or longer." He asks, "Really? I could stay with you?" I go, "Of course you can. You could stay now, except I can't see your parents agreeing to that on such short notice." He goes, "You're right about the short notice, but I might be allowed to visit for a week or two if it's okay with your mom." I say, "It's perfectly okay with her, no worries there, but she'll probably assume you're gay." He goes, "I don't care about that anymore; not if I can be with you." I say, "Okay, there you go. We're just saying goodbye until you get settled in Georgia." He seems excited now, "I feel much better, Dylan, you're my hero on top of all the other things you are, and have been for me." He hugs me real hard, "I love you so much, Dylan!" I'm relieved he's seeing things a little less gloomily now. We kiss deeply and Ryan, gets cute, asking "Um, would you suck my cock and rim my ass one more time before I go?" I say, "I'd love to, sexy," as I glance at the clock. It's five fifteen so we don't have much time. Under the covers I go, Ryan's cum running out of my ass leaves a trail behind me. Making a tent in the covers with my head, I pull Ryan's feet up so his knees are in the air, then feel for his asshole with my finger. When I feel it I push my finger in, bring my head down, and lick his butt cheeks, which taste salty from perspiration that's dried on them. Kissing his ass, then licking around the finger that's up his ass, I press my nose in his ass crack to get a good smell of him so I can save the scent in my memory banks until we meet again. I pull my finger out of him and lick his asshole until the lips of his anus are moving, his sphincter muscle closing on my tongue. When Ryan begins squirming on the mattress, his buttocks sliding back and forth, I stick my finger back up his ass and lick his balls with his hard cock rubbing over my face. His large cock is still damp with cum from my ass. Sucking on his balls gets him moaning, "Ooooh, mmmmm," so I take his boner in my mouth and suck it like it's an all day sucker while stroking my own boner. Sucking cock gets me hard quickly. Ryan groans as precum drools in my mouth. He reaches under the cover to cup my head between his hands and pull me towards him. I come out from under the covers and our mouths come together for deep kisses and tongue on tongue action. When we're both whimpering with arousal and desire, he gets a leg over my back and sits up on my buttocks. As he's sliding off my ass to get between my legs, I hump my ass up and he presses his cock head against my asshole. With only a little pressure his fat, wet cock head slides past my sphincter muscle as we both go, "Aaaaaaah." Ryan lays against my buttocks forcing his cock way up my ass again and we both moan with sexual pleasure. My rectum feels awesome when Ryan's large boner is filling it up. Making a hissing sound, Ryan withdraws his cock until just the head of his cock is spreading the lips of my anus, then begins a hard, fast fuck of my ass while making whiney sounds of desperate need. The fuck last a good ten minutes and has me moaning and squirming on the mattress, the, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of our bodies, his crotch against my ass slamming steadily together, joins our noises of sexual pleasure. There's no mistaking what's going on here, a blind person would know we're performing anal sex. My orgasm occurs first and when I flop up off the bed squealing, Ryan's boner comes out of my rectum and a steam of his cum shoots up my back. He gets his cock back in me and we both finish our orgasms at the same time, then Ryan lays on my back breathing hard, his heart hammering against me. Our breathing eventually becomes normal and a wonderful sense of relaxed, sexually fulfilled, contentment invades my body and mind. Ryan kisses the side of my face, quietly asking, "Can we shower together?" That's what we do and we're both dried off and dressed by ten after six. We kiss at the door and then Ryan says, "Please don't walk me to the car, Dylan. I want to say goodbye here and get my crying done walking to the car. Hopefully I'll get over it so I can drive by the time I get there. We say our words of love and make promises we may or may not be able to keep and then he's gone. Just like that, he's gone. Hopefully we'll be together before classes start in the fall. There's still July and August to get through, so we've plenty of time for Ryan to fit in a visit. Tonight it's dinner with Chubby and the moms. I hope that cheers me up a little. Then tomorrow it's Robby and me. Saturday would have been Ryan and me because that's Robby's date night with Travis, but not now, so what should I do Saturday night? Maybe Ray will call, or better yet, maybe Seth and I can work something out. Everything will seem very different without Ryan. And, who's going to fuck me four times in a day except Ryan, even Willie never did that. To be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com