Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2013 11:04:37 -0800 (PST) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 3 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 3 by Donny Mumford We're in the truck after lunch heading for the next job with the new kid, Derek, driving. It's the first day and already something's wrong with Dodger; he's troubled about something and he already quit. Robby doesn't know about Dodger yet because he's back at the office filling out insurance papers. He's made Derek his backup apparently, although Robby didn't communicate that to us worker bees, which is his first mistake. Derek's in charge when Robby's not with our crew, but no mention of him being Robby's assistant; I expect that announcement soon. What the hell, Robby couldn't pick one of his friends to be his assistant because that might cause hard feelings among the rest of us, so he picked the stranger with no personality, who nobody's gonna like anyway. It's a smart choice, but Robby should have been the one to tell us, not Derek. There are no hedges needing trimming this afternoon so Ryan and I are working the weed whackers outlining the yard and shrubbery sections. Chubby's working the leaf blower, blowing the clippings from the weed whackers back onto the lawn. Derek's on the big ride-on mower. This will be about a ten minute job and then we'll go to the next house. The machines are noisy so we're all wearing noise reducing headgear; obviously we can't hear each other. When the lawn's been cut and Derek's driving the ride-on mower up the ramp to the truck bed, I ask Chubby, "What wrong with Dodger?" He says, "All he'd tell me is that Vinnie dumped him." I thought it'd be something to do with Vinnie, but I can't believe he dumped Dodger; he idolizes him. I ask, "He didn't say why?" Chubby shrugs, shaking his head, muttering, "Hope Dodger doesn't do anything stupid." I go, "He already has, he quit." We pile back in the truck bed because none of us wants to sit up front with Derek. As we're driving to the next house I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that Dodger's going to do something further, something that's even more rash than quitting. I have no idea what, but this feeling of mine usually means something bad is gonna happen. I've never seen Dodger the way he was this morning and Robby's never mentioned Dodger ever having a moody side; he's always energetic, funny, and fun to be around. Robby gets dropped off at our job site by his boss when we're almost finished the forth lawn we've worked since lunch. I'm on weed whacking with Ryan again as Robby's commiserating with Derek, getting a report on us worker bees I guess. Then, as I'm weed whacking around a large shrubbery patch Robby touches my shoulder and motions that I should turn the noisy thing off. When I do we walk towards the truck with Robby asking, "What happened; why'd Dodger quit?" I go, "I don't know, Rob. Chubby says he's upset because Vinnie dumped him, but I don't know anymore than that. Um, and Derek was a bit over the top telling us to cut our lunch short. Maybe that pissed off Dodger, like the straw that broke the camel's back." Robby chews on his lip, thinking. Then he says, "That was my first screw-up; I should have told you guys Derek's my back-up. I need a backup for when I'm not here and I figured the outsider fit the bill, and he's my boss's son so, duh. The reasons for not making Ryan my assistant applied to all of you actually, so it couldn't be one of you guys, but I fucked up not announcing it myself." He makes a face like, what are ya gonna do, and asks, "Um, how's Ryan doing so far?" I go, "He's awesome. He can handle the work, which surprises me a little. He's stronger than he looks." Robby says, "Thanks for looking out for him. How 'bout Chubby?" I go, "He's good, but I should get back to helping Ryan finish weed whacking now, Derek's done with the lawn." Robby's like, "Yeah, you do that boyfriend. I'm gonna call Dodger; dad will be uber pissed." Ryan and I exchange grins, then we finish the weed whacking. I don't get a chance to talk to Robby again until we're unloading for the next job, which is a big estate that'll take us half an hour to finish. Robby scheduled the smaller jobs for when he'd be away doing the paper work. The rest of the day's work consist of larger lawns. As we're unloading the equipment for the first of the last three lawns, Robby pulls me aside, looking pale. "What happened, Robby?" He goes, "Dodger said he's joining the Army. I told dad and he cancelled a design meeting to intercept Dodger before he can sign up. Dodger just turned eighteen and doesn't need parental consent." I mutter, "Holy shit! I thought he'd do something rash, but nothing this colossally stupid." Robby is really worried, saying, "I'm scared, Dylan; when Dodger makes up his mind he can be very hardheaded, and doing something colossally stupid comes in play. Goddammit!" I hug Robby's shoulders, "Your dad will stop him, Robby, don't worry." A tear runs down Robby's cute face as he mumbles, "I love that kid and I'd miss him something terrible. Plus, I'll be worried about him every fucking day he's in the Army." Hugging his shoulders again, I say, "Your dad will stop him," although I'm not at all sure he can because Dodger had an hour and a half head start. No further news until we're almost done the last lawn of the day. As soon as I could, I'd filled Chubby and Ryan in on the news. Chubby's especially worried because we know and love Dodger, but Ryan's only met him once or twice. He's worried too, but more for Robby than Dodger. After the last one of the large lawns is finished, I look Robby up and find him kicking the tires of the truck angrily; he's devastated, but apparently resigned to it as he says to me in a monotone, "Dad got to the Army recruiting station in downtown Framingham too late. Dodger and two other kids had already been sworn into the Army. All the paperwork was done and there's no turning back." I mutter, "I'm so sorry, Robby." He looks down wiping his eyes with the heel of his hand, mumbling, "On the phone just now I've never heard my dad so furious. He's partially blaming me for not paying more attention to my brother's moody outlook the last two days. Guess I was too busy planning for the job and the supervisor's meeting... and being with you twins. I blame myself too." I try consoling him without much luck. We're all gloomy now as we ride back to the building, finished for the day. Fucking life can be trying at times; it's so unpredictable. But how rash and stupid of Dodger to join the Army. He hasn't even finished high school. Damn him! Even as I'm realizing what a foolish thing Dodger has done, I can't be too mad at him because I like him so much. I'll never forget the first time I met him next to their backyard pool. I didn't have swimming trucks with me so Dodger took his little speedo off right in front of me and offered it to me as he stood naked in front of me with a big grin on his face. It's the first time I saw one of the Dickers brother's four inch peckers. The whole think shocked the hell out of me at the time; not his four inch cock so much as the audacity of him getting naked outside like that and handing a total stranger his speedo swim suit. The damn thing was much too small for me and there were shit skid mark down the center to boot. Jesus! He's a hoot alright. I wore the damn thing with my package half exposed and I did it because he was so ernest about it, and so cute too. There's a list of memories involving Dodger that's endless, and now this. It's enough to make me cry, and I do shed a few secret tears on the ride back. We unload everything at the company's equipment building and clean the everything with Robby stone-faced, but trying to be professional. Derek's a bit of a toad, but he's a hard worker so I gotta give him props for that. Ryan's somber while Chubby, Robby and me are very upset with the Dodger development. When everything that needs to be done is done, Robby calls us over and says, "It was a bit of a rocky start. My brother quit and joined the Army, which devastates me. And, I screwed up by not introducing Derek as my, um, backup. Actually he's my assistant and I want to single him and Ryan out for a damn good first day on the job. Chubby too, and Dylan I can always rely on. Thank you all. I'll deal with hiring a replacement for my brother tomorrow, you'll be able to handle the lawns Tuesday because I've reworked the schedule so there are small lawns for our understaffed crew. All I can ask you guys is to give me the same effort tomorrow you gave today." He looks at Derek, and says, "You'll be running the crew at least until lunch, Derek." Then to all of us, "Thank you for a good job, see ya all tomorrow." Derek says, "Sorry about your brother, Rob," and he pats Robby on the back. Maybe he's not such a bad guy after all. Robby takes a deep breath nodding his head, then he asks Ryan, "Can you give me a ride home? Dodger took my pickup and I don't want to wait until six o'clock when my mom and dad leave." His mom runs the office and both parents put in ten hour days for their company. Ryan quietly says, "Sure Rob," as I pat Robby's shoulder, mumbling, "Sorry, Robby. If there's anything I can do, please let me know." Robby nods his head and pats my chest. Chubby says, "Same for me, Robby. Let me know if I can help you in any way." When Robby turns his back to head for the supervisor's locker room, Ryan looks at me mouthing silently, 'I'll text you." I nod, but I'm feeling really bad for Robby and that knuckle head brother of his. Chubby puts his arm around my shoulders as we go into the locker room to change. Inside there plenty of horseplay from the other college kids working on other crews. There are some older guys in the locker room too; they're the bricklayers and landscape design guys making twenty dollars an hour and up. Robby goes to the supervisors locker room which is smaller than this one with private showers. There's a shower in our locker room too, but it's not private and therefore rarely used. Ryan comes in just as Chubby and I are leaving. He stares into my eyes, wetting his lips, then quietly says, "Rob was crying. He's really upset." I tell him, "Robby and Dodger are very close. Text me later." Rubbing his damp hair, damp with perspiration, I give him a grin and follow Chubby to our Jeep. "This sucks," Chubby mumbles as he gets in the passenger side, adding, "I don't mean the job, I mean Dodger joining the Army. I'm just shaking my head because what can you do? It's already done. Maybe Dodger can go in with Robby's group; at least something good could come of this if he can. Chubby and I discuss that possibility on the way home, but we decide we're too clueless about how the Army works to guess if it's possible. We latch onto the idea of Dodger and Connor going in together because it's the only bright spot in this whole mess. I tell Chubby, "First thing I want to do at home is take a shower. It wasn't all that hot today, but it ain't hard working up a sweat doing the work we do." Chubby says, "Yeah, but I liked it. We're gonna have awesome tans too. Back in the nefarious window washer days we were usually in the shade of the building we were cleaning, or the sun was on our backs, and last summer I worked indoors." I go, "Me too, at Stop & Shop; yeah, I like working outside too." I'm glad Chubby likes working on the crew because having him with me just makes dealing with the negative things that come up more bearable; and there are always negative things about any job. Chubby rubs his hand over his short burr haircut, "This is the right haircut for this job alright. Hey, how much did we make today?" I go, "You made seventy-six dollars and I made eighty because experienced guys got a fifty cent per hour raise." Chubby goes, "Seventy-six bucks, that's sweet. Mr. Dickers is overpaying us, ya know. He could get Hispanic guys for minimum wage." I say, "Yeah, they tried that, but they couldn't hire a reliable bilingual guy to interpret; without that it's too difficult communicating." He goes, "I guess he knows what he's doing. It's a pretty successful business." I say, "Yeah, but Robby and his mom and dad all need to work at it; long hours too." As I'm parking below our condos, I ask, "What are you going to be doing tonight?" He says, "I need to work for Mary Jo's father. If I want to keep the part-time job with him I need to be available whenever he calls. It's a bitch, but I'm determined to correct my financial situation before next year at Merrimack." As we're going up the steps, I ask, "Ya wanna sleep together tonight?" He laughs, squeezes my hand, and says, "Not tonight, Dylan, but thanks for asking. You're an awesome brother." I go, "Thanks, you too. I won't be a pain in the ass and nag you about it." We're outside my front door, Chubby says, "You've never been a pain in my ass even once in my life. How 'bout dinner tonight?" I go, "Great! Cheeseburgers on the grill with those fast food fries. I'll cook 'em in oil, not the oven, and that way they're exactly like McDonald's or Burger Kings' fries. You make the cole slaw." Chubby says, "I'll make a salad because we don't have cabbage." I go, "Deal, little brother," and we bump fist, "Okay, big brother, I'll be down in an hour. I need to shower and answer some emails from buds from Merrimack." Inside my condo I take a fifteen minutes shower and then, with a towel wrapped around my waist, I grab a Coke from the refrigerator and drink it on the balcony while smoking a Marlboro Light. Our Webber grill is in the corner; I try lifting the propane tank and find it's heavy, so we've got propane. Cheeseburgers on the grill are much better than fried cheeseburgers 'cause you get a little char on the burgers. Sitting in a deck chair I think about the first day of work and conclude Robby, with that one oversight of not telling us about Derek and the assistant thing, did a real good job. He was professional without being overly bossy and he'd organized everything very well. I read ahead on his assignments list for us workers this morning and noticed he's spreading the work around equally. I kinda thought he'd assign Ryan easier tasks, but Ryan needs to do everything the rest of us do and when Derek's on the crew, and not filling in for Robby, he gets his share of each tasks too: hedge clipping, edging with the weed whackers, walk-behind power mower work, racking, and leaf blower duty. Only a few homes have grass patches needing the small push mower, but everyone gets a turn at that too. It should work well and get better by the second week because it'll all be routine by then. Except for the Dodger disaster, it was a good first day at work. That's like saying,'Except for that, Mrs. Lincoln, how'd you enjoy the play?' Oh well, I love having Ryan close by, and like I already said, it's always great for me when Chubby's with me. He gives me a sense of confidence and well being. Finished my Coke, I text Robby, 'Please let me know if there's any news re: Dodger. Love ya, boyfriend!" It's cool calling Robby, 'boyfriend' and Chubby 'brother'. Damn, both things make me feel special, and Ryan makes me feel really good too. Robby, well he's become so much of who I am, especially the last three or four months. Robby and I are making the twin boyfriends thingie work and Ryan certainly isn't rocking the boat... we're good. Ryan texts me, 'Dylan, Robby told me he's staying in tonight to give Dodger and his parents support. Can we get together?' Hmmmm, I want to of course, but maybe I should stay in too just in case Robby needs some support himself. Guess he can text me if I'm with Ryan just as easily as if I'm here alone. I call Ryan, "Hey ya little hottie, how ya doing?" He says, "I'm good, but Rob's really down in the dumps. What can we do for him, Dylan?" I go, "Um, I can text him and ask if he'd like us to come over and keep him company, but I'm pretty sure it's a family matter and us being there might make it awkward for him." Ryan says, "Yeah, you're probably right, but I'll feel better knowing we offered." I go, "Okay, I'll text him. How about tonight?" He says, "Um, my folks are home tonight, but I have my mom's car. Whaddaya wanna do?" I say, "Well, I'll send that text to Rob and we'll see what he says. In either case, you come over to my place and we'll play it by ear from there." He says, "I feel guilty seeing you when Rob's so upset, but I really want to be with you. What time?" I go, "Around six-thirty. I feel the same way you do about our boyfriend, and the same about seeing you, Ryan. Do you think we're in love?" He says, "Yeah, I do, and I never in my wildest dreams thought two boys as awesome and you and Robby would ever love me. Like I said before, it's better than a dream come true. I've got it bad for you, Dylan. It's almost scary how hot I get with you. I'm flabbergasted, totally blown away by it." I mutter, "Same for me, Ryan. You're such a good kid I can't believe you never had a regular boyfriend before." He says, "It was my poor self image and lack of confidence, I guess. Plus, I'm in the closet too, so that don't help. I get one dominant guy who treats me like shit and then passes me around. A boyfriend isn't part of that equation, but now I got you and Rob so it's all good." "Well, Ryan, whatever happened in the past, it doesn't apply to you now. Well, except for the closet part. I'll see you at six-thirty, boyfriend," and scrunch my face; why did I call Ryan 'boyfriend'? That's for Robby because we came 'out' and declared we're boyfriends. Ryan says, "I like that you called me boyfriend, thanks Dylan. See ya soon." Hitting the 'end' button on my cell phone, I'm thinking, 'The lines are getting blurred in our threesome fer sure'. No sense fooling myself, I'm in love with cute little Ryan, with his round eyeglasses no less. Jeez, life is funny. After sending my text to Robby, I go into my bedroom and put on some flimsy basketball shorts and a tee shirt. Step into sandals and go into the kitchen. Taking two frozen, third of a pound hamburgers from the freezers, then look for the proper rolls. With hamburgers this big the regular hamburger rolls won't do, but the larger rolls in the freezer have freezer burn so I throw them out and text Chubby, 'I'm going to Stop & Shop for rolls and a tomato to make my special cheeseburgers with my Russian dressing made from scratch'. Grabbing my key to our Jeep I skip down the steps feeling a little better; life goes on. Maybe it's not so bad Dodger's joining the Army; I mean, if that's what he really wants to do. He can get his GED, high school equivalent diploma, while in the Army. Get his independence too, which is something a free spirit like Dodger needs. And, if we get lucky Connor will have someone to lean on if he needs to. Wouldn't it be something if those two fell for each other. Holy shit, I'm getting carried away. Just saying that this doesn't need to be a disaster, it might turn out to be a blessing in disguise. I still can't believe Vinnie dumped Dodger though, that's unbelievable! Can't wait to learn the details of that. Damn, no more Vinnie, and he was a unique kid. I like him, but I can't see how I'm ever gonna see him again without Dodger in the picture. It's a shame really. Life ain't for the feint of heart I guess. Inside Stop & Shop, surprise! Twenty girls or housewives bagging and working the registers, but the surprise is there's one super cute teen boy who looks to be about seventeen. Buzz cut dark brown hair; his face stupidly cute, but the poor lad has acne; dark red bumps. Man, his parents should send him to a dermatologist, they could clear that up with prescription drugs. This isn't the seventies, fer christsakes; kids nowadays don't need to be burdened with embarrassing acne. Oh well, some parents aren't as considerate as others. Jeez, he's cute though. I get bulky rolls and a tomato on the vine, because they have more taste. In Massachusetts we don't get farm tomatoes until sometime in July, corn on the cob too. The corn on the cob they sell here is now from Florida and it's just not as good as locally grown corn on the cob and tomatoes. Just to perv on the cute kid I get in the line where he's bagging groceries. There are shorter lines, but he's not bagging at those registers. It takes seven or eight minutes, but it's my turn now. I pretend I'm looking at anyone but cutie for a minute, as a housewife-type woman rings up my little order. She scans my Stop & Shop card which reduces the price of the tomato from a dollar and eighteen cents to eighty-nine cents. Ya gotta have a Stop & Shop card if you want to take advantages of the sale items. I purposely leave my wallet on the little surface where people sign credit cards, as the cute fellow puts my two items in a plastic bag, and says, "Have a good one." I go, "Thanks, man, you too." Then I stop and ask, "Are you Joe Newman's brother?" That's just a name I made up on the spur of the moment. He gives me a shy smile, saying, "No, I have sisters." I smile back at him, saying, "Oh, that's a shame," taking the bag from him, making sure to touch his hand, which naturally gets him blushing. That's what I'd have done too before bolstering my confidence a little in college. Then I leave knowing I'm gonna get another close-up look at 'Ronny', which is the name on his name tag. Sure enough, I'm barely out the automatic doors when Ronny comes running after me with my wallet. Hearing him running behind me, I stop in my tracks and turn around quickly causing us to collide. He drops my wallet completely flustered, muttering, "I'm sorry," as I'm calmly saying, "No, it's my fault, Ronny," and he babbles, "You, um, your wallet, you left your wallet." He bends down to pick it up and I rub his hair vigorously, saying, "Dude, that's so nice of you; cool haircut." Awesome hair actually, it reminds me of Chubby's. He's grinning, mumbling, "I'm so clumsy." Great grin with nice teeth. I pat his shoulder, saying, "Thanks, Ronny. I'm always leaving my wallet someplace." He's not gay though, I can tell. Sweet kid; too bad about his acne. Ha ha, that was fun. It's ten of six when I get back in the condo. I fire-up the grill, then slice the tomato, then two slices off a big Vidalia onion. Taking the jar of dill pickle slices from the refrigerator I dig six slices out and add them to the plate with the sliced tomato and onion. Mixing mayonnaise and ketchup together, then adding sweet pickle relish results in my version of Russian dressing. Getting a pan with a lid and pouring in a half inch of Crisco vegetable oil, I put it on the stove to heat as Chubby comes in, asking, "Any news about Dodger?" I go, "I sent a text to Robby asking him to let me know about new developments, but I haven't heard back. Ryan drove him home and he says Robby's way down in the dumps. You know how close those brothers are." Chubby's like, "Yeah, that why I'm shocked Dodger joined the Army." I take a bag of frozen fast-food fries from the freezer and dump a pile on some paper towels to sort through, picking out the longer ones and discarding the nubs that brown too quickly. Chubby's salad is in a quart plastic storage bag. He puts it in the refrigerator to keep it cool and crispy. I put the hamburgers on the grill and close the lid, then test the oil temperature with the end of a french fry and it sizzles so I dump in the fries and Chubby slams the lid on. When the ice on the frozen fries hits the hot oil it bubbles up dangerously. Don't try this at home; Chubby and I are experts. He shakes the pan and when the water's been evaporated and the fries are sizzling nicely, Chubby moves then around with a slotted spoon so they don't stick together and I go out and turn over the burgers. Char marks from the grill is just what I'm looking for. Inside I get two slices of Kraft American cheese as Chubby dresses the salad with Ken's Italian dressing and dumps the salad in a bowl, then puts out salad plates. I put ketchup on the tables for the fries as Chubby turns on a 'Counting Crows' CD. Checking on the hamburgers I see little bubbles of juice on top so put the cheese on them and close the lid for thirty seconds to melt the cheese a little. Then use a spatula to slide the burgers onto a plate and turn off the grill. They'll be pinkish on the inside and juicy. In the kitchen Chubby has the golden crisp french fries draining on paper towels as he shakes on a lot of salt. "Time to eat, Chubby, as I slide the burgers onto sliced bulky rolls, hit the burgers with salt and pepper, add the tomato, pickles, and onion to each, then lather on the Russian dressing and put the top of the roll on each. The burgers look too big to get your mouth around, but we manage to do that in-between sips of Snapple and sucking down french fries and salad. "Awesome dinner, Dylan," and I go, "It's no problem at all fixing burgers on the grill." We eat everything, Chubby helps me clean up the dishes and pan. Then I'm like, "That's about it little brother," he burps, chuckles, washes his hands and face at the kitchen sink, gives me a hug and he's off to his part-time job. I go out on the balcony for a smoke, checking my cell phone, but nothing from Robby. Ten minutes later, Ryan rings the doorbell. Looking in the mirror over the sofa as I go by, checking myself quickly and showing my teeth to see if any food is stuck in them, then I open the door and as usual Ryan's shy at first. He's so clean looking he looks new. We do our usual stare into each other's eyes, as I mumble, "Hi, twin, you look good enough to eat." He sucks on his lips and adjust the crotch of his shorts that reach below his knees, then he goes, "Hi Dylan, can I come in?" I go, "Oh man, yeah, sorry." Closing the door I say, "It staggered me there for a second at how sexy you've become to me," thinking I must sound stupid. He wipes his wrist across his lips, mumbling, "Look who's talking. You're way past sexy as far as I'm concerned. I almost pulled my pud thinking about you in the shower, but I wanted to save my spunk for you." I swallow hard, and slowly raise my hands to either side of his face, my thumbs moving across his lips, and he licks them. Lowering my head as he raises his, our lips come together softly as Ryan moans quietly closing his eyes and we do a sweet, slow kiss of love. His arms go around me and I wrap him in my arms, our faces together as I do a long kiss on the side of he head inhaling his boyish sexy scent. I lift under his chin with my fingers and we stare into each other's eyes again; our lips come together and his tongue goes inside my mouth; he does his unique way of kissing and now I'm moaning, kissing and hugging his slight tight body, thinking about nothing except Ryan and how wonderful this moment is with him. Both of us grow boners, mine poking out the flimsy nylon-type material that my basketball short are made from. Our heads are moving; this is a sexually arousing kiss between lovers, but lovers in heat now. I can actually feel the heat from his body and face. He does a long moan in his throat, then gasps and in a raspy voice says, "Where's your bedroom?" I gulp and says, "It's to the right, third door," rubbing the side of my face against his and humping my boner into his boner. Ryan reaches down and gets his hand around my boner, the material is silky, so it's almost like his bare hand is on my bare boner. He leads me by my cock down the short hall with me taking quick short steps. Inside my bedroom he says, "Get undressed quickly," taking his hand off my cock and squeezing my nuts. I suck in a lot of air, but don't scream. From Ryan, a quiet, "Good, Dylan, you're getting there faster then I ever did," and one more hard squeeze. I want to scream, but not after that compliment. I blow out short burst of air, my legs spread so I don't touch my sore nuts with my thighs as I pull off my tee-shirt. Then, taking a deep breath with my balls throbbing; the thundering pain recedes. Gingerly I drop my shorts; I'm not wearing underwear. Ryan rubs around my cock and balls and I brace myself, but he doesn't squeeze again. Reaching up he cups behind my head and I lower it to his face and revel in one of his indescribable kisses that brings my boner back tightly. Whispery voice from Ryan, "Undress me, Dylan." I'm already under his spell and it's awesomely dreamy for me. The trance like frame of mind is so soothing, and incredibly sexy at the same time. I can't help hugging his body some more as I kiss him inhaling his scent until it's all I can smell, or want to smell. He says again, and it gets through to my brain this time, "Undress me!" And he's sounding irritated so I quickly unbutton the two buttons of his Polo golf shirt and he lifts his arms so I can pull it over his head and gaze at his almost skinny torso. Thin, but with muscle definition faintly showing; it's an awesome body actually. I hug his naked torso against mine, rubbing my nose on his shoulder to feel his smooth skin and smell him. "Get my shorts down now, " so I let go of him staring into his hypnotic eyes for a second, wondering how fate and happenstance brought us together. He gives me a sweet smile, whispering, "You're truly a wonder, Dylan. I love you like no other; I never thought I'd love anyone like I love you and I'm so grateful to you." I'm very taken with him, so what he says doesn't computes because I feel so lucky myself that we're lovers. I mumble, "Thank you, Ryan, but you're the perfect one." Another sweet smile with a slow shake of his head. I pull his jockey shorts down and when the waistband frees it, his hard boner bounces up and down a couple of times. From my kneeling position I look up into Ryan's eyes with hunger in mine, and he whispers, "Not yet," as he steps out of his shorts and underwear. Ryan glances around my bedroom and focuses on my desk chair. I stand up, deep in my trance. Taking my boned-up cock in his fist he pulls me over to the chair and sits down while quietly saying, "You know what to do, Dylan." I nod and lay across his lap making sure my balls are between his thighs, and my cock is under me laying on top of his thigh; his boner is between my shoulder and his stomach. It looks big. Ryan says, "Same safe word, Dylan, but I hope you won't use it." He spanks me twenty-five times straight with the last ten bringing the safe word to my mind, but even though I squirm a little and get my balls crunched between his thigh, I don't scream out. I take all twenty-five spanks because, compared to Ryan's paddle, his hand spanking isn't nearly as painful. That's not to say it didn't hurt, but by comparison it wasn't nearly as bad. Also, like Ryan said, I'm becoming used to it although I still have tears on my face and my nose is running by the time he's through; getting spanked, even in sex role play still hurts. Except for Willie and Ryan, spanking is new to me, but I can take it. Ryan's cock is a steel shaft with precum drooling down it; him getting spanked or spanking me gets Ryan aroused to a major degree. He's breathless with his whispery voice now, as he quietly goes, "Suck my cock," and I slide off his lap to get on my knees between his legs. I wipe my nose with the back of my wrist, and then gobble his cock into my mouth. First sucking off the precum, and then concentrating on sucking the swollen, throbbing head. Ryan's grunting and moving his feet; he can't take much though. "Okay, that's enough," so I reluctantly pull his boner out of my mouth. It's become natural for me to do what Ryan says now, and that's probably a left over trend from Willie's training of me to be a super submissive to him. Wonder what he'd think about how it's working fantastically for Ryan and me. Whispery, but kindly voice, "You know what comes next." I nod my head at Ryan, and say in a little boy's voice, "Yes, Ryan, I sit on your lap and you take care of me." He's chuckling, then says in his regular voice, "You're amazing; more submissive than I ever was able to get, and I didn't think that was even possible." I'm just staring at him stupidly, fascinated by his little fogged-up glasses that he's pushing up his cute nose with his forefinger. looking at him questioningly now, not really sure if he's criticizing my level of submissiveness, or if he likes it. He smiles, then says, "It's okay, sit on my lap little Dylan, I need to wipe your tears and have you blow your nose." I nod my head and sit on his lap with a leg on either side of Ryan's. His handkerchief is clean again this time as he wipes the few tears off my face and then holds the handkerchief on either side of my nose, saying, "Give me a big boy blow," which I do. He wipes my nose, "Good boy. Do you want me to give you a big kiss? I do one of his fast head shakes up and down and he giggles hugging me against his naked body; he feels so good I put my head on his shoulder and he ruffles the hair on the back of my head, saying, "God, I love you so much sometimes I think I'm losing my mind. You smell like the hottest, sexiest, nicest boy in the world." Lifting my head so we're looking into each other's eyes, I wonder if he's serious; it seems he is, so I rest the side of my face against his, and in a stream of consciousness, say to him, "Do you have any idea how wonderful you are? I'm not at all surprised Rob fell in love with you; you're perfect, the perfect accommodating, loving, kind, and a wonderful, perfect boyfriend. I want you to be my boyfriend and only mine." Hearing myself say that snaps me out of my little boy frame of mind. For a few seconds that's what I actually want; I want to be Ryan's alone and then my mind clears, and I say, "Ryan, I love you, but remember our boyfriend who we love too." He kisses the side of my face, saying, "I know, I know, but you're, um, you're, you're too irresistible." I mumble, "Jeez, you too. It's like a wild coincidence that we even met and a wilder coincidence we're perfect for each other. I don't know how else to explain it. I've never felt for anyone like I do for you. It's a new experience for me; it's both overwhelming and confusing because I still love Robby as much as ever, maybe more then ever. What to do about this is totally lost on me." We're clinging to each other again, the sides of our faces together with me talking in my regular voice, quietly and seriously into Ryan's ear, the arm of his eyeglasses against my cheek, and our arms tightly around each other, mine around his neck and his around my back. I'd like to stay like this forever. "This is so awesome, I can't describe how I feel inside." Ryan pulls his head away after a bit, takes a deep breath, then cleans his eyeglasses using my tee-shirt that I threw on the desk when undressing. As he cleans his glasses he's saying, "That's the scary part for me, Dylan; the fact that you have no idea what to do about this, 'cause I don't either. I look up to you to show me the way and since you can't, we're lost. Not that I'm blaming you for anything. I love you beyond words, but I'll always love Robby too because he changed my life, which allowed me to meet you." I'm speechless now that we've both admitted we're maybe more in love with each other than we are with Robby; we haven't used those exact words, but that's what it boils down too. At the moment neither of us has a clue how to move forward in our three-way relationship. Ryan says, "And I can't help myself right now either because I need to fuck you; it's much more than I'd like to fuck you, I need to fuck you as hard as I can and I need to do it for you as much as for me, but more for you and your wonderful submissive side." I try to catch my breath, as he adds, "My cock is aching, my boner's stretching the skin and I have a desperate need to be inside your absolutely perfect ass, and this is the forth or fifth time I've felt this kind of overwhelming need for both of us. Please tell me if I'm mistaken." Gasping for air, I mutter, "No you're not, what do you want me to do." He slowly says, "Stand up... and turn around," I do it as slowly as his instructions were given, unsteady on my feet and wanting to stroke my cock so badly it almost brings tears to my eyes. I feel my heat for Ryan and the sexual heat from Ryan as well, and it's very hot. He stands behind me as I lower my ass to Ryan's level without even thinking about it; it's become habit already. Poking my anus with the head of his wet boner, spreading the lips only. Then he lets out a long gasping exhale, massaging my buttocks, then squeezing them. I'm almost shaking with desire as he raps his arms around my belly, locking them with his fist holding onto his wrist to hold me tightly. The side of his face is pressed against my back as he whimpers with his need, he hesitates two seconds and then stoves his boner all the way up my ass. Over seven inches of swollen hard cock plows up my rectum and the pain, pleasure, and relief flood my brain. I groan a long, "Aaaaah, oooh!" as he grinds his hips moving his boner inside my sore tunnel and then begins fucking me slamming into my buttocks with each trust as I hump back into each one. The pain fades and pleasure engulfs me with Ryan's scent filling my olfactory glands and I moan, "Ryaaaan, Ryaaaan," which soon becomes, "Un, un, un," with ever thrust up my ass. My cock moves away from my belly to sticks straight out, quivering and leaking precum, my head's moving from side to side, laying back against his shoulder as I lick my lips with each, "Un, un." The slapping sound of our body's colliding and our moans of sexual pleasure is all there is to hear in here. Of course we don't last long, like in Ryan's foyer we're again like animals in deep throes of sexual heat. Maybe two or three minutes of exquisite sexual pleasure sensations before Ryan squeals dragging his nose across my back as a pinpoint of pressure against the wall of my bowels is followed by extra warmth for a moment in time, that and extra slipperiness inside my bowels tells me Ryan's climaxed and it's my signal to do the same. The exquisite sexual pleasure peaks to unimaginable heights as cum is propelled up from my balls and out my boner in a four foot stream that brings with it one of my humiliating squeals and an enormous body shudder. I would have fallen down from that shudder except for Ryan holding me up. He humps into me again for a second squirt of cum, filling my ass just; then, another spurt of cum from my cock, then a fourth fast moving spurt leaves my cock and my fist has it now, and I tightly and quickly stroke out drools of cum from my engorged cock's head, continuing my moans. Then a huge drop in sensations with my cock and balls tingling and my rectum muscles contracting on Ryan's boner. My shoulders shudder and my head jerks around a bit as the last sensations sizzle inside me and now I'm limp and Ryan slowly sits down with me on top of him, his legs splayed outside mine, and somehow we do that in almost slow motion. I lay back on him as he lays back on the floor with his cock still up my ass and his eyeglasses totally fogged over. We gasp for air, our hearts thundering; his against my back and mine in my chest as the wonderful feeling of sexual relief temporarily floods over me. I quietly sigh, "Mmmmm, ahhhh." The back of my neck is resting on Ryan's shoulder, the side of my chin against the side of his forehead with his arms still around me. We lay unmoving still breathing deeply for minute, then Ryan quietly asks, "Do you think we need professional help, Dylan?" I know what he means, but make a joke to lighten the mood, saying, "No, not really, Ryan, we both did our part quite well I thought. You fucked me excellently and I'm appropriately grateful." He says seriously, "I don't mean help in fucking, I mean..." and I go, "I know what you mean and, no, I don't think we do." Ryan says, "Neither do I then. Can you roll off of me?" I go, "Yes, I can, but I don't want to." He chuckles as I roll off him with his soft cock flopping out of my ass leaving me gaping open back there. Ryan says, "Ew, there's stuff drooling out of your ass." I roll over so I'm hovering over him, just my torso and head, a hand on each side of him, and ask, "What could it be?" then lean down and we kiss until my arms get tired and I lower my chest onto his and we kiss some more. The kisses are unmistakably lover's kisses with passion and love in each one. When we're satisfied for now, Ryan says, "It's not like we're always in heat for each other, just sometimes, right?" I sit up with his cum still drooling out my ass, wetting the throw rug; I'm looking around like I forgot we're in my bedroom, and ask, "What exactly do you mean by sometimes?" He sits up next to me and puts his arm around my waist and the side of his face against my chest, muttering, "Um, not all the time. Well, I think of you all the time, but I get extra hot for you some of the time like just ten minutes ago and that time in my foyer." I go, "And the two times we did it when I slept with you in your bed." Ryan goes, "Right! What's that? Four times in three months. You're right we're just hot nineteen year olds. We don't need professional help." I go, "Yeah, fuck that, we're good." He asks, "Can we get in your bed naked now?" I say, "Sure, but would you like to take a shower first?" He says, "If that'd be alright, I'd love to. You mean together, right?" Standing up with a hand reaching down to Ryan, he takes my hand and I help him up, muttering, "Right, together." With an arm around each other's back, he puts his glasses on the bedside table, and we go into the bathroom side by side looking at each other and smiling. It's tight in my small shower stall, but we manage quite well with lots of bodily contact. We were quiet the last time we showered together, but this time we talk steadily about what just happened between us. We talk about Ryan's abbreviated dominant part of the sex, the spanking that Ryan admits gets him sexually aroused, and about my ability, if that's what it is, to regress so far submissively that I feel like a little kid. Ryan reminisces about the few times he found himself in that state of mind, but the circumstances that got him there seem more cruel to me than dominant, that's not the way Ryan is with me. If Robby and I run into that dominant sex partner of Ryan's again I'm going to pick a fight with him because I know how wild Robby get when someone is beating me up. The two of us can handle that big asshole and, what the hell, Ryan can get a few licks in himself; he's no wimp. We both agree by the end of our shower that the submissive/dominant sex is no longer the hottest sex we have together and we're downplaying it in the future. I think how Robby and I didn't last long with it either. We like the lovers sex, and even the unplanned fun sex is better. As we leave the shower stall, Ryan says, "It's strange how hot it is for me to be your dominant sex partner, but the more I fell in love with you, the less I want to do the dom stuff. That's why I didn't brings my toys with me even though I expected we'd have sex tonight." I go, "Maybe dominant sex only works with fuck buddies, not lovers." He says, "Yeah, I came to that conclusion too, but I did it for you 'cause you seemed to get into it so much." I don't think either Ryan or me totally means what we're saying about the sub/dom sex. We're sexually satisfied at the moment so it doesn't seem the need is there, but it'll return. I finish drying Ryan and hand him the towel so he can dry me. I go, "Don't ever go by me, Ryan, I don't know what I want half the time. I just know who I want it with and it's you and Rob, period. And, I leave it up to you and Rob to decide when and how." He goes, "Said like a true submissive and that's exactly how I am with Rob. It's fun isn't it?" I go, "Yep, but which do you like best?" He roughly dries my hair, then leans in and kisses my cheek, whispering, "You, that's what I like best." Another kiss, then, "But Rob fucks me good too. Does he fuck you good?" I say, "Fabulously," and as I say that, I know what's probably coming next from Ryan. He goes, "Um, which do you like best?" Rubbing my nose with the back of my wrist a few time, I say, "When I'm with you, I like you best." He says, "Okay, my question wasn't fair. I like that you're loyal to Rob, but I'm loyal to him too. I just like fucking you better, that's all. And, I like Robby fucking me best of anyone who's ever done it to me; I like Robby's fucks ten times better than anyone else." I go, "That's only because I haven't fucked you yet." Ryan looks me in the eyes, and says, "Don't be mad, Dylan, but I'm being true to Rob there. He's the only boy fucking my ass. Sorry." I say, playfully, "I could nag you into it, ya know." He says, "You could try," as an arm goes around each of our backs and we head for the bedroom and my bed. At the bed I pull him into me and we kiss a long wet, smooth kiss that get's my dick's attention. Running my fingers through his short hair, I murmur, "Have I told you how sexy you smell? I love how you smell," and I put my nose where his neck and shoulder meet and inhale going, "Mmmmm, so nice." When I look at him, he grins at me, his eyes wide as he says, "You make me feel so good, Dylan. You smell awesome to me too. I like Rob's scent, but it's different than yours. He says I have very little scent, that it's a clean neutral scent." I go, "Our boyfriend needs to see and Eyes, ears, nose, and throat specialist." We flop in bed and I get Ryan in my arms. He's such a nice bundle to hug and he fits against me perfectly. Shortly Ryan pulls my head down to him and we make out squirming against each other. Two clean naked bodies loving the feel of each other. I love feeling his soft hair and run my fingers all over his head as we kiss doing quiet throat moans of pleasure. It's wonderful and our cocks get stiff again. When our boners rub against each other they just get harder and harder as our make-out intensifies until Ryan pulls his lips away dragging them on my face over to my right ear, mumbling, "Flip over away from me now, Dylan, I need to fuck you again." I do that, gulping. Ryan holds me with one arm over my side as we lay on our sides, my back to his chest. He lines his boner to my anus and pushes the head past my sphincter muscle kissing the back of my neck, then licks up into my hair at the back of my head giving me pleasant shivers as he slowly pushes his boner up my rectum; it feels awfully good right from the start. His rough fuck earlier left me opened up some even after a hour. Ryan has almost a freakishly large cock for his body size, but it's a nice looking one. Almost new looking, pink skin, pale vein and very straight; it's just very big making mine look smallish, because of the heft more than anything. I'd guess it's just a little over an inch longer than mine. He's never mentioned the size of my cock or Robby's. When he's flat against my buttocks, he quietly asks, "How's it feel, Dylan?" I say, "It couldn't feel any better, Ryan. It's a thrill to me when you fuck me, a major sexual thrill and I'm being totally honest about that. I think you're the perfect lover, I really do." And my eyes tear up when I say that because it's so true and maybe the significance of what I just said is sinking into my brain. He mutters, "You always make me feel important, like I'm special." I quietly say, "Never doubt that, Ryan... you're very special in many ways. Don't let anyone ever try to convince you that you're not." He leans his head over to give the side of my face a long kiss, then mumbles, "Thank you, Dylan, but you're the special one." He fucks me steadily then, but not fast, and we're both soon doing are quiet pleasure moans as he holds me tightly to him with his arm over my side at my waist. It's a sexy lover's fuck that goes on for quite awhile building slowly to the inevitable crescendo of sexual arousal; sensations are alive in my rectum, and I assume on Ryan's boner predominantly, but my balls and cock are alive with hot sensations too, and when I climax I tremble from the eruption of sexual pleasure almost too intense to comprehend. My hips thrusting forward with every muscle in my body seemingly clenching at the same time, and me making my pathetic desperate sounds babbling Ryan's name when my orgasms shoots from my cock. Not much spunk, but all the sensations involved in orgasm are present and accounted for. It's always the best feeling in the world. My contracting anus and rectum muscles squeeze his big boner sending Ryan over the top fifteen seconds after me and the initial warm squishy feeling in my ass is so hot and sexy. I love it! I love getting fucked, but now I only want Robby and Ryan doing it. He makes squeaky sounds as he continues fucking me in his cum for two minutes after his climax, and then he mutters, "Kiss me, Dylan," and I roll over and we're in each other's arms doing long deep kisses making sounds that lovers make even after sex. Clutching each other, we rub and lick wherever we can reach, and then kiss some more. After a while we just lay together quietly talking about us and how crazy it is that we feel like we've known each other for years rather then three months. Ryan has his arm around my neck and occasionally pulls my head to the side so he can rub his little nose back and forth on mine, then we kiss and hold our cheeks together. Sometime he pulls my head up so we're face to face with our noses squished on each other faces together and just our tongues move against one another. Ryan's lapped up the front of my nose four times since we got in bed and he's all I smell and it's almost like I'm part of him. He controls our making-out and our sex together. He'll move me this way or that, moving my head or quietly saying, "Dylan, roll up on your side so you're face to face with me," or "Lay on your back so I can lay my body on you," and things like that. It's all very sweetly done by him and this refined kind of dominance has me boned up most of the time. He now seems to have more of a fragrance to his scene that's sexier then ever; it's like the more attracted to him I get, the better he smells... ahh, so sexy and boyish, and in charge. He's perfect for me. His eyeglasses are on the bedside table, but I couldn't see them even if he was wearing them because it's pitch black out now, around ten o'clock at night. Robby never texted back, and I give that a thought although most of my thoughts are about Ryan. We eventually are quiet in each others arms and a quiet yawn by Ryan tells me were gonna rest, so I close my eyes and snuggle in against his naked body with my face at the side of his neck; I'm inhaling his scent with every breath and we both fall asleep in each other's arms. My eyes snap open. I'm still in Ryan's arms with my arm limply over his side. I squeeze him to me and kiss his face getting his nose. It's dark in my bedroom, but my alarm clock shines brightly with blue numerals indicating it's almost twelve o'clock. Lowering my face I kiss him again hitting his lips this time. He goes, "Dylan?" and I say, "Yes, Ryan." He mutters, "Good, I'm not dreaming," and he hugs me and kisses me, then asks, "What time is it?" I tell him and he's like, "Damn, I gotta go." I stay, "No, Ryan, stay with me all night. I'll set the alarm so you can get home before you're parents get up. Please stay with me." He says, "You know I want to, but it's not right to worry my parents and it's too late to call them. If we plan it ahead of time I can tell them some story connected with work; some reason I need to stay overnight. I'll think of something." I go, "Alright, we'll do that, but fuck me one more time before you go." He says, "Okay, boyfriend, but under the covers you go to suck me a nice boner." I ask, "Can I rim you too?" He goes, "No one's ever done that, but it's always seemed kinda gross to me. I refused to do it and got a whipping from one of the doms, but I still didn't do it." I say, "I'll do it for you; hell, I'd do anything for you." He rubs my hair back with his fingers, saying, "You'll have me taking advantage of you if you're not careful. I used to say I'd do anything for a mean boy named Riley and he took advantage of me having me run errands for him and even delivering his fliers that he got paid for delivering." I say, "I don't think you'd do that," and he mutters, "I hope I don't, but get under the covers and do whatever you feel like doing." He's still running his fingers back through my hair and it feels nice, so I hesitate, and he goes, "I hope Rob lets me try cutting your hair this time," I gulp, muttering, "You could nag him," and Ryan laughs, going, "Yeah, I could. Get under these covers." He said that in a playful way so I scoot down and sit on my calves, making a tent of the covers, then lift his foot to my mouth and lick his toes, then the top of his foot. He wiggles his toes so I get them in my mouth again and suck on the with him still wiggling all five toes. Done sucking his toes I turn around under the covers and lick from his ankle to his knee, like I do with Robby, then up his thigh and along the side of his scrotum. As I'm doing that his cock is next to my chin, hard already. I lift his knees, then spread his feet and lay on my stomach with my feet in the air and get my head at his cock. Moving his boner and balls away, my nose at the base of his scrotum, I inhale and my cock gets hard. Then my tongue laps over his asshole and I feel goosebumps on his buttock next to my cheek. Licking four time over his anus and then sucking on the lips until they're loose and I can get my tongue inside him. Moving my tongue in and a out easily now as precum from his cock that I've got in my fist rolls over my fingers. Continuing my lapping in and out of his asshole gets him squirming so much I can't keep my tongue in him, and I hear him moaning, so I pull his cock over and suck more precum out. He gets both hands on my head, saying, "No more, Dylan, I'm going to cum." As I'm struggling out from under the covers, he's gasping, "Stay on all fours." He gets behind me as I stare as him with desire; our eyes are used to the dark, but we can othly see forms without details, although I see him in my mind with amazing detail. Ryan mounts me from behind and does a fast controlled fuck that last a good fifteen minutes feeling beyond belief awesome and my stupid moan testify to that fact. Wish I could control that a little, and even as I'm thinking that I do a girlie-type squeal and shoot more cum onto my sheets then my balls should be able to produce this quickly and Ryan fills me up from behind with desperate grunts accompanying the slippery warm feeling in my rectum. I want him to keep fucking me, but he collapses next to me and I fall on him for some hugs and kisses. We tell eat other a few 'I love you', then Ryan really has to leave, but I cling to him for another few minutes of kisses and caresses. We stagger into my bathroom finally, the light hurting our eyes, to clean up a little. "Where are my glasses, Dylan?" I mumble, "The bedside table," as I hug around his waist while he washes cum off his crotch, saying, "Well, we did a little backsliding, Dylan. I mean, fucking three times in one night." I squeeze the back of his neck, saying, "We didn't do anything so wrong, boyfriend. We're boyfriends in love, just like you and Rob and me and Rob. You said it yourself, we're nineteen years old; these are the best years of our lives. We need to experiment." He stops, turns his head to look at me for a couple of seconds, and I ask, "What?" Ryan's serious when he asks, "Are you fucking with anyone other than Rob and me?" I go, "No! It's only you and Rob, I told you that earlier." Ryan nods his head, saying, "Good. That's the only thing I can think of that might make me consider dropping you," and I think of Vinnie dropping Dodger, which I thought was impossible, but he did it. Maybe Ryan would too. I ask, "Are you serious, Ryan? You'd drop me? We just proclaimed our special love for each other." He goes, "I know, Dylan, but I was played with like a submissive fool by dominant boys until I met Robby, then you. I don't think I could live with you fucking around." I ask, "Has Robby said anything about me messing around?" He goes, "No, he doesn't say much about you to me, or about me to you. Why are you so upset? You're not messing around, so there's no reason for us to even discuss this." I hug him with one arm around his waist, saying, "It's just that it would crush me if you dropped me. Didn't you say you didn't care how many boys on the side Robby had as long as you're one of them? Wouldn't that apply to me too? I mean if I were fooling around with side sex, although I'm not." He says, "Yeah I said that once or twice, but things change, Dylan. I have a higher self-esteem, thanks to you and Rob. I don't feel like a floor mat anymore like I did with those other boys." I say, "Well, be that as it may, I don't like you talking about dumping me. It hurts my feelings," and it does. Guess I'm pouting because Ryan turns around and hugs me, and teases me, "Oh, little boy Dylan, Don't worry too much because I'd need to be really hurt to drop you. You're my treasure, my prize in life. I won the lottery with you." I like to pout because I get my way with boys I love, Chubby, Robby, and Ryan, so I press my luck, "Well, no more talk about dumping me, Ryan. I love you and you need to kiss and make up." He says, "I love little Dylan, almost as much as big Dylan, I'm sorry for scaring both Dylans. No more talk from me about dumping either little or big Dylan," and he holds my face between both his hands and gives me one of his kisses that he should patent. Then he asks, "Um, do you mind sort of dictating our sex and making-out? I feel like I'm being pushy sometimes." I go, "No, I love that you take charge, and you know why too." He says, "Oh, it's your submissive side even after sex when we're lovin' each other after the sex, kissing and hugging and caressing each other." I go, "Sure, with you and Rob I love it. Rob's good at it and so are you. I love following your lead, Ryan. I already told you you're special." He says, "You're giving me a big head, Dylan. When else do you like feeling submissive?" I go, "Oh, I don't know. I like Rob doing stuff like telling his twins how he's going to give us burr haircuts all summer without asking if we agree with that. He just decides for us. Don't you like that?" He goes, "Yeah, although I just expect it from Rob. I don't really give it a thought because it's always been that way between him and me, but yeah I like it." I shrug, as I add, "Stuff like that gets my dick buzzing. It's silly to guys who don't understand a submissive fetish, but hot for those of us who do." He goes, "Hmmm, when it's you, me, and our boyfriend together, of course Rob makes those kind of decisions, but when it's just you and me do you want me to be like Rob?" I hadn't thought about that, but we've moved in that direction and the idea of doing what little Ryan says does make my dick buzz. We're still naked as I grope myself, mumbling, "Yeah, I think I would like that, Ryan," and lean into him so he puts his arms around my neck, saying, "Damn, that'd really be sexy for me, Dylan. I never thought I'd ever.....," and he lets his sentence drift off as I snuggle against him. A warm kiss on the side of my forehead. Then, a tight hug around my neck and a firm, "I gotta get dressed now. Come in with me," and he takes my hand; I follow him into my bedroom feeling good and giving his thin hand a squeeze. Letting go of his hand, I pass Ryan his clothes as he gets dressed with us staring into each other's eyes. He says, "We'll plan a sleep over, but I've decided it will be at my house, you'll need to come up with something to explain why you won't be going in to work with your brother." He holds my face between his hands, asking, "Okay, Dylan?" I shake my head up and down real fast, saying, "Yes, Ryan," with that weird feeling like I've switched places again; this time with Ryan. He gives me his special kiss, pats my cheek smiling at me, mumbling, "Yeah, you're the special one, not me. Good night, Dylan." I take a deep breath, saying, "Good night," again, but I walk with him to the front door where I hug him and he kisses me again, and without another word leaves and I miss him already. In a fog again, I walk back to my bedroom and get in bed to smell the pillow Ryan's head was on, and sigh. Love is so nice. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Details on the site. Thank you.