Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2013 06:14:02 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: Chapter 35 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO/2 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 35 by Donny Mumford As I watch Robby's pickup drive out of sight, I'm thinking this has been a very successful day. Before dinner Seth and I had extemporaneous sex, and that was right after we decided not to. The sex was hotter then the other time we tried it. Both Seth and I have guilty consciences though, you know, doing it behind Robby's back. What I think I'll do is hint to Robby that I'd like to add Seth as a sex buddy, and see what reaction I get. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. That will mean Robby can add a sex buddy too, of course, which basically would put us right back to where we were last summer, but what's wrong with that? After our sex Chubby, Seth, and I had a great chicken dinner and then we went candlepin bowling. Our group consisted of three posse boys, four if you count me, and four of my other friends. It was a really good time, everyone got along great, plus Robby's playing in Sunday's softball game. I didn't even have to ask him; Bean asked him to play. The bowling outing sort of vindicates my view that the posse boys are a good bunch of guys even if they are a year younger than us. Dammit! I forgot to find out who Sonny's brother is. I'm beginning to think the guys were bullshitting me about Jameson being his brother. I think it's Sonny and Devon who are brothers. Oh well, after bowling Robby and me had a sexy time together, so it was a two-bagger for me today. Robby's sex was very, very special like it always is. So, those are some of the reasons I think today was successful. As a matter of fact, my rectum is sticky with Robby's cum right now as I'm walking into the house with a smile on my face. I'm feeling good about the sex today, and good that I was able to do what Ray told me to do, which is get Robby to play in Sunday's game. It was me who put the idea in Bean's head to ask Robby. It worked perfectly. Ray thinks Robby's baseball skills will help us win the game, and the case of beer and bragging rights that go along with it. It's funny how good I feel being able to come through for Ray. I gotta think that Ryan moving to Georgia, leaving a big hole in my personal life, probably has a lot to do with why I've readily accepted Ray's unique personality. Well, obviously Ray replacing some of the sex I'm missing from Ryan has something to do with that, too. Ray's more than replaced Ryan's occasional bossiness, but I kinda like a little bossiness to satisfy my submissive fetish. Ryan's level of bossiness was nearly perfect for me, while Ray overdoes it at times, but not nearly as bad as Willie did. Then there's Ray's whiskers and sexy smelling BO, these are sexy qualities I like that Ryan didn't have. That's not to say I prefer Ray over Ryan, not by a long shot. I miss Ryan something awful, and as I've said, he is just about perfect for me. These thoughts and others drift through my mind as I take one of my quick showers, shampooing my hair again so it'll be clean for Robby to cut tomorrow morning. I can't remember the last time I decided, on my own, what kind of haircut to get, or when to get it cut. My boyfriends have taken charge of that as of a couple of years ago, starting with Willie naturally. I don't mind except it is a little unfair of Robby to tell me he's giving me a burr haircut when he's putting off his haircut until his hair is long enough for a flattop. I keep reminding myself that if I want to enjoy my boyfriends being in charge, this is the kind of thing I need to accept. In bed I think about Ryan and worry he'll miss sex so much he'll regress back to his old ways of being used unfairly by some dominant 'top'. Ryan and me are simpatico when it comes to sex; we're both up for it all the time. We were a pretty good match all the way around and I hope that carries over when we're at Merrimack this fall. I take a deep breath and concentrate on the positives in my life and go to sleep happy. Friday morning I sleep until nine o'clock or so and feel really good when I get out of bed. It's better sleeping with Robby or Ryan of course, but I'll need to wait until we go back to college for that. Robby had suggested we go away a couple of weekends so we can sleep together, but so far that hasn't worked out, mostly because he joined a summer baseball league and they usually play games on the weekends, which is a bummer. I slept with Ray once when his parents were away, but he isn't into multiple sex like Ryan and me. Robby's into it sometimes, but not to the degree Ryan and I were. Since Ryan moved there are days when I don't have any sex at all, if you can believe that. Those are not especially good days as far as I'm concerned. I wonder about Willie every now and then, but there's very little heat for him left in me. He carried the dominance too far even for me, and that's saying a lot. It's not that I have no feelings for him because we had some extremely hot times together, but he's got issues that are bothersome. Our relationship had nowhere to go, we took it as far as we could and taking it any further would be unpleasant. He'd need to dial back his personality to the way it was a year or more ago, and I don't see him doing that. After my bathroom necessities, I dress and go into the kitchen where I find Chubby reading the Globe's sport page and drinking coffee at the kitchen bar. I hug his neck and kiss his cheek, then Chubby says, "Good morning, brother! I peeked in your bedroom a little while ago and saw you sleeping so, unlike you'd do with me, I let you sleep." I go, "That's because you're nicer than me. My philosophy is, if I'm awake, my little brother needs to be awake too." He chuckles, then says, "That may be, but nobody's nicer than you, and certainly not me. Hey, you were right about the posse boys: they're good guys." I mumble, "Yeah, they are. You didn't think I'd hang around with losers did you? Jeez!" He asks, "What's for breakfast?" I look in the refrigerator, "It looks like we can share an English muffin, we've got Jimmy Dean sausage, and some eggs. Fried or scrambled?" Chubby says, "Fried," and I start making our breakfast. "What's going on with you this morning, Dylan?" I tell him, "Robby's giving me a haircut and then I'll probably help him get ready for today's barbecue. Happy Fourth of July, by the way." He goes, "Yeah, you too. I've got about two hours worth of work for MJ's father and then I'll help you and Robby." As we're finishing breakfast, Robby knocks on the door. I let him and we kiss hello, then Robby rubs his fingers through my hair, asking, "You ready?" I nod my head as Chubby asks, "You need any help getting ready for the cookout, Robby?" Robby goes, "Oh, hi Chubby, no not really. Dylan and I can handle it. Are you bringing Mary Jo?" Chubby mutters, "Yeah, she made-up with me the other night begging for my forgiveness." I ask, "What'd she beg forgiveness for?" Chubby laughs, "Well, as usual we couldn't remember what we had the fight about, but I like working the part-time gig for her father so I accepted her apology, whatever it was about." Robby kisses me again and Chubby yells, "No kissing in front of Dylan's little brother! It makes me jealous." Robby says, "Oh okay, I'll give you a kiss, too," and he goes to do that, but Chubby moves away, muttering, "Oversexed gay boys are dangerous." Chubby and I clean up the kitchen as the three of us talk about last night's bowling, highlighting how bad we were at candlepins. Chubby goes, "Regular bowling is easer because the balls are huge and as long as you can keep it on the alley it plows down the pins." Robby asks Chubby, "Were you pleasantly surprised how normal the posse boys were?" Chubby says, "Yeah, I was just telling our boy here that very thing. Good guys and except for my man Dawg, they were really good bowlers too." I go, "Dawg was better than us," and Robby tells a few funny things Bean said. I need to give Robby and Chubby credit for admitting they were wrong about the posse boys. When we're done cleaning up, Chubby heads for MJ's for a couple hours of work while Robby and I go down to the finished basement. I get out the barber stuff thinking about tomorrow morning when I'll be giving that jackass Mark a haircut. It'll be the first haircut I've ever given to someone I don't like very much, but Ray wants me to do it so I'll do it and be done with it. Robby says, "Take off your shirt and hop up on the stool." I do that, asking, "What needs to be done for the barbecue?" He combs back through my hair, saying, "We've got to set up the tables and chairs I rented last night from Taylor Rental. Then help my dad get all the food on ice in coolers near the grill. My mom's making tons of potato salad and cole slaw. We're doing hotdogs, hamburgers or cheeseburgers, corn on the cob, and lots of snack foods like deviled eggs, cheese and crackers, chips and dip, stuff like that. There will be beer, but like at the going away party we've got to be discreet drinking it." I go, "That me, Mister Discreet." Robby's running the clippers up the side of my head, saying, "Hey, speaking of beer, did you know Sunday's softball game is for a case of beer to the winners?" I say, "Yep, Ray told me. He's also the one who wanted to get you to play because he thinks we need a ringer to beat those guys." Robby goes, "Huh, it was Ray's idea. I thought it was Bean's. He's a funny kid, although he isn't actually trying to be funny." I go, "I know what you mean. How short are you cutting the sides? It feels short." He mutters, "It's a quarter-inch. I like you in a short burr because it feels sexy to run my fingers through your bristly hair when it's just been cut, and you look good with short hair. Anyway, you've had much shorter haircuts that this one." He's thinking of the haircuts Willie made me get after seeing those guys at the gay bar in Key West. So he's right, but those haircuts were done by professionals and Robby isn't one. I go, "Yeah, I guess," as he cuts away. One good sign is that I'm not hearing any frustrated cursing coming from Robby. I'm hoping that means he's doing a good job. When he's done, he goes, "Okay, that's a good one," and passes me the handheld mirror. It does look good so I tell him, "Nice job, Robby. Way to go," and we bump fists. He asks, "Can we still do the shaved pubes with your mom home?" I say, "Yep. We'll do it in the half-bath down here. Mom won't be up for at least an hour, and she'd never come down here anyway." After cleaning up the hair clippings we go into the half-bath where Robby says, "You drop your pants first." Just the touch of bossiness I like, so I mutter, "Okay, Robby," and drop my shorts. He turns on the warm water and wets the area around my cock and balls, then lathers up. Moving my dick here and there he shaves me, giving me a stiff dick in the process. I run my fingers through his hair as he's chuckling while stroking my cock with a handful of shaving cream. I end up with a full-fledged boner. Looking up at me from his knees, he asks, "How about a quickie after you do my shaving?" I go, "What a marvelous idea!" Robby washes off the shaving cream and dries the area and then drops his pants. On my knees, I repeat the procedure on him and when he's been rinsed and dried I turn him around and kiss his ass, then rim him. It's getting so I'm loving rimming certain guys. Ray and Robby love it, so maybe I'll suggest it to Seth. Hmmm, maybe I should bring up the subject of Seth with Robby right now. I chicken out though, rationalizing I don't want to put a damper on this quickie sex we're going to have. When Robby's squirming from my rimming I walk around on my knees and take his cock in my mouth. It's fairly hard already from me rimming him, but I suck and lick it until precum is drooling out. "How's that, Robby?" I ask, looking up at him. He lets out a long exhale muttering, "Nobody does it better." I stand as Robby strokes himself. "Grab the sink, Dylan. I'm horny," which is music to my ears so I bend over and stick my ass out. Robby gives my ass three hard smacks leaving both buttocks stinging and quivering. One more hard slap with Robby giggling to himself, then muttering, "I like smacking your hot ass, baby, it's the sweetest ass I've ever seen." Without further ado, Robby's stubby cock -- fat, wet, and hard -- pokes my asshole. It's lined up, so he cups my shoulders and pulls on them without humping his hips as his cock's head spreads the lips of my anus. "Hmmmm," he says, and then another pull on my shoulders and the head pops inside with me tightening my sphincter muscles around the neck of his shaft, and we both go, "Aaaaah, mmmm." He pulls on my shoulders and his cock goes slowly up my ass and then Robby lays on my back with a long, "Mmmmm." After a few seconds he wraps his arm around my chest and begins fucking me by moving only his hips and every thrust is right on my prostate gland. Incredible sensations roll over me. I'm moaning, "Aah," with each thrust. I make sure to hold my ass at this exact position because his boner is going in perfectly and it's feeling so fucking good it's insane. My cock tightens up as my brain absorbs the sexual sensations in my rectum and when those sensations increase further, my boner moves away from my body to point straight out from my pubic area, tingling tightly and vibrating, creating enormous amounts of sexual pleasure. The side of Robby's face is against the back of my head as he goes, "Oooh," with each thrust of his cock... over and over. When Robby starts making, "Mmm," sounds, he's close to climax. He straightens up to grab my hips and pounds his fat cock inside me fast and hard. The sounds of skin against skin fill the half-bath and join our "Aaaah," and "Mmmm," sounds creating a chorus of intense sexual pleasure... "Slap, slap, slap," "Aaah, Mmm, Aaaah, Mmm." I'm overcome with the sensations associated with climaxing and I do a quiet squeal as my balls unload and cum shoots out of my boner splashing on the floor with me dizzy in my own private world of extreme arousal. That first long stream of cum was sensational and it's followed by three more good squirts as my hips hump and my shoulders shudder. Robby's cock continues slamming up my ass; his crotch against my smacked buttocks. He groans and humps his cock in hard, leaves it there and lays on my back again. His body's shaking as he fills my bowels with cum from his large nuts. I feel it shoot inside me and then a subtle little hump and more wet, creamy spunk joins the first blast. Robby just lays on me moaning quietly for a minute with his heart pounding my back and his arms hanging limply on either side of me. He gasps, then mutters, "Holy shit, what a gigantic orgasm," as he straightens up to fuck me some more before pulling out and collapsing backwards onto the toilet seat's lid. I look back and see his cock, still hard and shiny with cum. The same cum that's drooling from my ass. He looks at me and grins, "Holy shit. That was awesome. How come it's sometimes more fabulous than other times? Not that it isn't always awesome." I shake my head, muttering, "Ya got me, Robby, but I agree this was totally off the charts. Super fuck to get the day started, right?" He grins again, mumbling, "I gotta do all the work here. So how 'bout you get down here and do your duty, baby." Getting on my knees in front of him, between his legs, my feet stretch out behind me and slide in my own cum on the floor. I go, "Messy," but he thinks I'm referring to his cock, not my feet, and he says, "Yes it is messy, so clean him up for me, okay?" I take his cock in my fingers and put it in my mouth to suck his cum off, as well as, any random matter from my ass. The things I like to do amaze me sometimes, but it's sexy... and always fun doing things with my boyfriend's penis. When his cock is relatively clean again, Robby says, "I'll clean your ass for you now," and he does a damn good job of it with a washcloth and a hand towel, then my feet. Both the washcloth and the towel go in the washing machine after I use them to clean the floor where my cum splattered. We get dressed and Robby puts his arms across my shoulders hugging me to his side, saying, "I love you so much, Dylan. I wish you could somehow read my mind so you'd know how deeply I love you." I say, "You show me love all the time, Robby, I don't need to read your mind... although that would be interesting." Then he hugs me against his side again and sort of reads my mind, asking, "You and Seth getting along okay, are ya?" I look at him and say, "Hmmm, funny you should ask about Seth. I've been having thoughts about him, and I was wondering something. Do you wanna guess what it is?" Robby grins, mumbling, "How many guesses do I get?" I go, "You probably only need one." He chuckles, "I'm speculating it has something to do with alley-catting around, and since we both know Seth is gay and you're the king of the alley cats, I'm guessing you're tempted to proposition the lad and if that's the case he doesn't have a chance. Am I right?" I go, "To use a nonsensical alliteration, you're right as rain, whatever that means." He says, "When will I ever be enough for you? No wait, I know your answer already! It's, 'When the time is right and we'll both know when that time is here.'" I say, "That's it exactly! Don't ya think Seth's hot and basically a walking advertisement for buddy sex?" Robby says, "I thought of that when I hired him and I was wondering how you'd handle it. I like that you asked me first, but we're not in the threesome arrangement anymore so you're on your own: use your best judgement as far as what your conscience will allow. That's what I'm doing." I ask, "Are you saying you've been messing around with someone in addition to Travis?" He goes, "I'll refer you to what I call the 'Dylan philosophy' to answer that: we keep our side sex to ourselves while we both primarily concentrate on each other." I mutter, "That sounds like another way of saying 'yes' to me." While talking, we pull up our pants and wander upstairs. We're going out to the balcony for a smoke. I offer Robby a cigarette and he lights it, then says, "I wasn't inferring yes or no, Dylan. I won't ask you about side sex so please don't ask me." I go, "It still sounds like a 'yes' to me, but Seth probably won't want to mess around with me anyway because he knows I'm your boyfriend and he might worry about you firing him." Robby's like, "What? Fire him? I'm not firing anybody if I can help it. I'm sick of hiring new help all the time. I hired that kid earlier this week on stand by, so I've already called him to tell him to start Monday." Obviously, from my viewpoint, this is way better than I could have hoped for. I'm not worried about anybody Robby might be messing around with because he's devoted to me, so I'm back in my alley-catting saddle again, sowing my wild oats although I still don't know what that originally meant. I mean, I know what it means for me, but what do oats have to do with anything? Anyway, I ask, "Are we still going to reevaluate our side-sex in the fall?" Robby mumbles, "If you want to, but I'm convinced no one is stealing you from me. That's what I mostly took away from our threesome experiment." I like the way this is going so I press the point, "I'm glad you finally believe that I love you way more than any boyfriend I've ever had. As a matter of fact, at times during the threesome I was sure I loved you more than you loved me." He laughs, "You're the cutest con artist ever, especially when you're getting your own way," and he hugs me to him for a sweet lover's kiss that I follow up with another one of my own. We take deep breaths with Robby stating, "Damn, you taste and smell so special," and another kiss before Robby does Ryan's trick of licking up the front of my nose clogging my nostrils with his saliva. I inhale some and it rolls down my throat. I love that! Satisfied we're in a good place with each other, we drive to Robby's and set up the tables and chairs. After that we carry a lot of frozen hamburgers and packages of hotdogs, then the rolls, cheese, and condiments. It's only a little past eleven so the other stuff can come out around noon. As I look at all the tables and chairs, and all the food, I ask Robby, "How many people are coming to this cookout?" He says, "Everyone from work, all the teams and management, plus their families, and some of the neighbors, too. It'll be a madhouse and I'll need to work the grill with dad to keep the food coming. The adult bar is set up in the kitchen." I go, "Yeah, I saw all the booze in there. Your parents know how to have a party alright." Robby smiles, mumbling, "If only Dodger could be here, it'd be awesome. My parents really miss him, and me too. Dodger get things jumping and the house feels empty without him." It hits home to me that Robby's obviously missing the brother sex he and Dodger did regularly and yet Robby's never mentioned it. I can see it's a very personal thing between the two of them, but I'd have thought Robby would at least have confided in me. I squeeze the back of his neck affectionately, mumbling, "We all miss Dodger, but it must be hardest for you." He looks away rubbing his eyes. I say, "He seems happy. At least he says he is in his emails." Robby nods his head, but doesn't say anything because maybe he doesn't trust his voice. Robby's always kept his feelings about Dodger to himself, but it's always been apparent how much they mean to each other. As we're walking to Robby's pickup, I ask, "Has Dodger finally told you why he decided to join the Army?" Robby goes, "He doesn't need to. I already know, but I don't want to talk about it. I'm sorry, Dylan, but it's a very sore subject for me. I don't mean to be short with you, but it's something I can't make myself talk about right now." He gets his arm around my neck and hugs me, then kisses my cheek, mumbling, "I'm not ready to talk about it yet, but you'll be the first person I talk to when I've dealt with it satisfactorily in my mind." Well, I respect his wishes and drop the subject, but I can't help thinking it has something to do with Robby and me. He drives me home so I can get ready for the cookout. At the curb below my condo, Robby asks, "Do you have a ride back to my place, Dylan, or should I come back and get you?" I say, "Chubby will be picking up Mary Jo so I'll ask Seth to give me a ride to your place. You have plenty of responsibilities back at your house." He gives me a look, then shakes his head, grinning, and mutters, "Seth will pick you up huh? Whatever." He's taking this Seth thing much better than I expected, but like I said, Robby holds his feelings mostly inside. I ask, "Are you mad at me?" He smiles, saying, "Not at all, I love you more than ever." I say, "Kiss me goodbye," and our kiss confirms to me he's not pissed-off at me. A kiss doesn't lie. This is awesome and it's also the way it should be. Robby and I have agreed many times to do the wild oats thing until we're ready for a monogamous relationship and he's finally on board with that. We say goodbye and he drives off leaving me with mixed emotions as I walk up the steps to my condo. I'm thrilled the side-sex topic went my way, but at the same time I think I'm disappointed he accepted it so easily. I think it might have been better in the past when he was more jealous. It's like he doesn't care as much as he did before, but that's crazy because he loves me more now than before. At least he seems to. Hmmm, leave it to me to get my own way and then bitch about it. Who could he be having sex with besides me and Travis? Damn, I think I'm more jealous than he is. Plus, I feel a little depressed about Robby missing Dodger so much and never mentioning it to me. If he can't confide in me, then who? And why won't he confide in me? What could it be? My thoughts are interrupted by my cell phone ringing. I fish it out of my pocket and see that Ray's calling. "Hi Ray, whassup?" He goes, "Dylan, my folks are having a fourth of July cookout this afternoon and I'm taking Maryanne as my date, but I want to invite you too so I can introduce you to my parents as my boyfriend. I had a long talk with mom and dad about me being bisexual and they'd like to meet you. How 'bout if I pick you up in about an hour, right after I get Maryanne." I'm kind of pissed that his girlfriend has more whiskers than me, but that's not the main thing. Mainly I find I'm a little bit jealous Ray's taking her as his date, and not me, and I'm surprised I feel this way, shocked actually. Especially because I couldn't go to his cookout with him anyway. Still, I can't help but ask, "Why didn't you ask me to be your date, Ray? It's awkward meeting your parents when your date is your girlfriend. Anyway, I met your parents through Elliot a couple of years ago." He says, "I keep forgetting how sensitive you are. I should have known you'd be jealous, but you know I have a girlfriend and I swear to you I'm not giving her more attention than you. As far as you meeting my parents, they don't remember it." I shrug while opening the front door of my condo, and say, "Okay, Ray. Forget what I said, but I'm already going to a cookout at Robby's house, so I can't come to yours too." He says, "You can make an appearance, can't you?" I take a deep breath, then surprise myself again by saying, "Okay, if you want me to, Ray, but will you give me a ride to Robby's afterwards?" He says, "That's my boy, and of course I'll drive you to Dickers' place. Would it help if I pick you up in a half hour instead of an hour?" I say, "Yeah, that would be better, thanks." He says, "Um, did you do what I told you?" What's he talking about? I think for a second, then go, "Oh yeah, I called Mark and accepted his apology. He's coming over for a haircut tomorrow morning." Ray says, "Good, and thanks. Little squabbles pop up in my posse once in awhile, but I try to put out the brush fires quickly. I'll see you in a half hour." We say goodbye and I try to figure out why I'm jealous of Maryanne and why I agreed to go with Ray when I've already got a cookout to go to. Guess I don't need to call Seth for a ride after all. I was going to have a cigarette outside, but decide I better take a quick shower. So I go back inside and do that. After that I dress as cool as I can, but casually. I choose my sleeveless tee-shirt to show off my tattoo, a cool pair of shorts that I ironed, and sandals instead of sneakers. What the hell, I put on the other pair of earrings Willie bought me in Key West because they are kinda cool, but mostly they're different than my normal little hoops. Oakley sunglasses of course and my expensive sports watch, then realize everything I have on except the sandals are presents from Willie. No, he brought me the sandals too, but it was over a year ago. What the hell, I might as well rock this cool necklace too. I put that on letting it hang outside my tee-shirt, thinking, 'Hmmm, without Willie my wardrobe is going to take a hit', but it is what it is. I try combing my hair and think about putting some gel in it, but it's too short to do anything with it. Anyway, I'm happy with how I look as I check myself out in the mirror. I get some gum and then walk outside for a cigarette before Ray gets here. Jeez, being jealous of Ray's girlfriend, I didn't see that coming. How attached am I getting to Ray anyway? I really don't know, but I do like him. He's so different from Robby and Ryan, and Seth too, although there's a little of each of them in Ray so maybe that's why I'm sort of getting stuck on him. Life surprises the hell out of me sometimes. This cigarette is hitting the spot, and Ray calling got me out of the funk I was in worrying about Robby giving in so easily with the Seth thing, and also got my mind off Dodger's reason for going in the Army that Robby won't share with me. I'll save that concern for later because here comes Ray now, and he's got Maryanne in the front seat with him. Stepping on my cigarette butt, I put gum in my mouth to kill the nicotine on my breath and walk down the steps as Ray stops the car at the curb. When I get to the car Ray's got his window down so I lean down saying, "Hi Maryanne, hi Ray." Ray says, "Give me a kiss hello. You know, when the posse isn't with us, it's okay for you to kiss me," so I put my head in the car and we kiss on the lips. Then I put my arm around his neck and give him a big kiss with a little tongue. Ray chuckles, and says, "Okay, Dylan, get in the car," then to Maryanne, he goes, "See how he is? Dylan's always had a thing for me, so how come you don't?" She says, "I do, Ray, I'm just not as demonstrative about it as your boyfriend." When I'm in the back seat, Maryanne turns and looks at me, saying, "How 'bout a kiss for me, good looking," I look at Ray, who says, "Go ahead, Dylan. It's nice that my boyfriend and girlfriend get along," so I lean over and kiss Maryanne on the lips thinking how this reminds me of what Robby said about his twin boyfriends. If my eyes were closed and she wasn't wearing lipstick, I wonder if I could tell the difference between a girl's lips and a boy's? Lips are lips, although I prefer Ray's. She says, "Nice kiss, Dylan, but it still pisses me off that you're better looking than me." We chuckle with me mumbling, "Thanks, but that's not true, you're better looking." She goes, "No, I'm not," and turns around to face the front. Kissing her lips I felt the soft hairs on her upper lip, but they don't feel anything like whiskers. Sitting back in my seat I try to think of another girl I've kissed and I can't come up with one. How about that, my first kiss with a girl. Wiping my lips with the back of my hand I try to follow what Ray's jabbering about as he drives. Something about him taking both Maryanne and me to the movies next week. That'll suck because he certainly isn't going to fuck me with her and me together, and God forbid he suggests a three-way. Maryanne says to me, "Ray tells me you like sex with him more than I do, but I think he's just saying that to get me to come across for him more." I go, "No, Ray's right. I'm getting addicted to having sex with him," then I blush because I didn't expect to say that. Ray gloats, "See Maryanne, I wasn't lying to you." Then looking at me in the rearview mirror, he says, "Thanks for having my back, baby." The 'baby' doesn't sound as good coming from Ray as it does from Robby. All of a sudden I'm uncomfortable about meeting Ray's parents, and why is this necessary anyway? I ask, "Um, Ray, how'd your parents take it? I mean when you said you were bi." He goes, "They're okay with it. My brother isn't the only other gay or bisexual in our family. My mother's brother, my uncle Ray, who I was named after, is gay and two of my cousins are too. It runs in my mother's family." I go, "Oh, I'm a little nervous about this." He says, "I'm not going to do anything to embarrass you, Dylan. Just introduce you because I'm proud of you. Ah, and you too, Maryanne." She says, "You're so full of it, Ray, but you're awfully sexy too." He pats her leg as he pulls into his driveway. We get out and walk around to the backyard where maybe two dozen people are talking, laughing, and drinking. Elliot comes right over, says hi to Maryanne, then he and I shake hands with the one arm hug. Elliot says, "Damn, I didn't believe Ray at first. What a nice surprise, Ray and you being boyfriends." I shrug, marveling at how pretty Elliot is, then I say hello to Elliot's boyfriend, Jay. We do the hand shake and quick hug. He goes, "Dylan, good to see you again." We talk for awhile and then Ray says, "There's mom and dad, come on, Dylan," and he puts his arm around my waist. More than a little awkward, but I'd make a bigger spectacle of myself if I struggled away from him. Ray takes his arm from around my waist, saying, "Mom, Dad, this is Dylan Newman, we're boyfriends." They're both very nice, offering their hands for a little shake. His dad says, "Nice to meet you, Dylan. Um, is Ray really bisexual? It took his mother and me by surprise, but Ray's always, um, surprising us." I smile, "All evidence points to Ray being bi, sir." The mom says, "You were over the house a couple of years ago with Elliot, weren't you, Dylan? I didn't remember your name, but I remember your face now that I see you. My but you're a good looking young man." I mutter, "Thank you, that's very nice of you to say." Mr. Ellis is smoking a cigar, and he exhales a lot of smelly cigar smoke, saying, "I can only imagine what my father would have said to me if he and I had the talk Ray had with his mom and me yesterday, but Susan and I pride ourselves on not judging others and, of course, we want our children to be happy. Ray's never seemed happier." Ray says, "It felt good to be honest about it with both of you, but I wasn't all that worried you'd be upset. Elliot was the one who thought it might be too much to have a gay son and a bisexual one." His mom says, "It's not unheard of, Ray. I've read that homosexuality runs in some families, and then doesn't appear at all in others. We're fine with it. Both you and your brother work hard and do good in school, and Dad and I are proud of both of you." Well, this is swell, but do I actually need to be part of it? Jeez! Then Ray goes, "I just wanted to introduce you to my boyfriend, but I gotta drop him off at another cookout that he was invited too first." We exchange 'nice to meet ya's and we're off. Ray handled it pretty well, I guess. He says, "Thanks for putting up with that, Dylan. I felt it was important my parents know it's not some affectation I have, I really am bisexual." We're walking back to where Elliot, Jay, and Maryanne are talking, now with Devon and his girlfriend, Annie, who I've met twice before. Ray and I do the fist bump and hug with Devon and we talk awhile as Annie's flirting with me even though she knows I'm gay. Then Ray says, "I gotta take Dylan to another cookout. Do you wanna stay here, Maryanne?" She says, "Yeah, if it's okay with you, Ray. Annie and I need to straighten Devon out about something." Devon rolls his eyes, then we do the fist bump, hug routine again and we're on our way. In the car, I ask, "Um, Ray, do you wanna do something together before you drop me off at Robby's?" He looks at me and laughs, asking, "What'd you have in mind?" I shrug, "Whatever you wanna do. I mean, I am your boyfriend." Damn, I'm pissed-off at myself for throwing myself at Ray. This is yet another case of me switching roles with a boyfriend. It used to be Ray nagging me for it and now my damn willpower is abandoning me again. He says, "It's hard for me to say no to you, and I know I'm spoiling you, but yeah, lets do something." I mutter, "Okay," as if it was him who asked me to have sex. Ray adds, "I'm probably not going to hit a home run with Maryanne today anyway, but I can always count on my sexy boyfriend coming through for me." I grope myself, asking, "Where can we go in broad daylight?" He shrugs, "It was your idea, you tell me," and I think of where Robby and I go behind the equipment building at work. I tell Ray and he's good with it so I give him directions and that's where we go. Parked and hidden in back of the two story building, Ray unzips his fly, unbuttons his shorts, and opens his door, muttering, "We'll need to get right to it." He says, "Get undressed and get in the backseat with me." Then he mutters, "I can't believe I'm doing this." I get out and look around. Everyone from work is at the cookout so I undress and neatly fold my clothes on the front seat. It's a weird feeling being naked outside like this. Ray's got his pants down waiting for me in the backseat. Getting in with him, I grin at him self-consciously, then lay over on my side so my head is in his lap. He rubs his fingers through my hair, saying, "I like the crisp feel of your short hair. It's so different from a girl's long hair." I take his cock in my fingers; it's already stiff so I'm not the only one up for this. He smells clean today, which means no BO and he's shaved for the cookout so two disappointments, but his cock never disappoints. Putting that mushroom head in my mouth I suck on it and lick it with my tongue, amazed at how much it grows as he gets harder. Ray grunts, "Mmmm, that feels good," and he massages my shoulders. With his wet cock on my cheek now, I lick his balls, then suck one in my mouth as my cock throbs, hard and tight. Humming on his nuts, I stroke his cock and soon precum drools down my fist and Ray lifts his ass off the seat humping his hips a little. Rubbing my head, he grunts, "Oooh, okay, sit on it now." I sit up and slide over next to him getting my arm around his neck. His head turns to me and we kiss with Ray's tongue going in my mouth. A good French kiss with Ray hugging my naked body to him. He breaks the kiss, muttering, "Here, catch your cum in these. Do not cum on the seats," and he hands me a bunch of napkins from McDonald's that somebody put in the pocket behind the front seat. I take the napkins and stand in front of Ray, facing away from him, and slowly sit down, holding on to the back of the driver's seat. My cock is hard against my belly as Ray guides his boner to my asshole and when the head is halfway into my ass, he says, "Wait a second," and he pulls me towards him with a hand on both my hips. "Okay, sit down slowly." Clamping my mouth shut I snort though my nose as that big mushroom head spreads the lips of my anus further and further until it feels like it's tearing me open, and then it's inside my asshole with my anus closing around the thinner shaft. I go, "Oooooh, god," and sit down another two inches. The head spreads the wall of my rectum hurting some, but feeling fantastic at the same time. Ray's still holding my hips blowing a lot of air on the back of my neck. He goes, "Mmmmm, I can't believe how good this feels. Sit down some more." It's a slow process getting used to that mushroom head in my rectum, but when I'm finally sitting on his thighs for a few seconds, pleasure sensations overwhelm the hurt. He's rubbing the palms of his hands down my sides, mumbling, "You've got an awesome body, baby. You might ruin me for girls if I'm not careful." I mutter, "This feels awesome, Ray. Your cock is one of a kind." He goes, "It's a beauty alright. The other night I had Maryanne squealing like you do. Being bisexual doubles the pleasure." I ask, "Ready, Ray?" and he's like, "Yeah, baby, ride my boner." Lifting up it feels so good I'm sucking in air noisily through closed lips as goose bumps raise on my arm. He does have a special cock. Lifting all the way up until I'm stretching the lips of my anus outward as they grip the neck of his cock under the wide mushroom head, and we both go, "Mmmm." Sitting down much quicker this time and pulling right back up gets both of us moaning. Ray's rubbing all over my back as I do five up and downs, and then sit on his thighs again savoring the sizzling sexy sensation in my ass and the throbbing of my hard boner. I turn my head and Ray's arm goes around my neck pulling my head to him. Out lips meet and Ray surprises me with a very sexually arousing kiss with lots of feeling. I moan again with my eyes half closed; this is so good. He says, "Do some more, Dylan," and I begin a steady up and down until my legs start getting tired, but the awesome feelings I'm experiencing in my ass won't let me stop, and moans of sexual arousal won't stop either. I feel my orgasm building to climax just as Ray bucks up going, "Aaaaaaah!" and cum explodes out of his cock and it's warm and squishy in my rectum now. That's the trigger that sets me off and I do one those squeals Ray was referring to a little while ago, just barely wrapping my cock in napkins when cum jettisons from my boner saturating them. Then more small shots that has my whole body shaking. I had an orgasm three hours ago, so this one was pretty impressive considering that. I'm dizzy again as I ride his cock in my cum filled ass, and then pull off with the big head of his cock making a wet popping sound breaking free of my anus lips. "Oh Gawd, Ray, that was great." He's breathing deeply, his face flush as he points to his cock, grunting, "How about helping me out with my sloppy cock." I get on my knees and suck the cum off his cock and then sit on napkins next to him. He puts his arm across my shoulders squeezing me against him and then gives the side of my forehead a long wet kiss. "That was so hot, Dylan. I feel fantastic now. How was it for you?" I lay against him, muttering, "Hot for me too, Ray, very hot." He kisses me again, muttering, "Your man doesn't disappoint you, does he? Are you happy you agreed to be my boyfriend?" Lots of guys look for compliments after sex, not just Ray. I look him in the eyes, "Yeah, I am, Ray. You're right, I guess I did always have a thing for you," and whether I did or not, I got a thing for him now. Looking very pleased with himself, he goes, "Well, that's nice of you to admit, but remember my rule: it's okay doing it with Dickers for now, and that's because you two were boyfriends already, and I was aware of that, but no one else. Right?" I nod and he goes, "I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me you're not doing it with anyone else." He has that natural bossiness that I like, so I look him in the eyes and repeat what he said basically, but without actually saying I wouldn't do it with someone else. He's satisfied, "Good, now get dressed. Everyone is going to be wondering where I am." I could say the same for me, but I'll tell Robby and the guys I had to say 'hi' to the posse. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to enabling them to keep this a free story site. They have expenses and a donation of any size is appreciated I'm sure. Thank you.