Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2013 05:59:51 -0800 (PST) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 44 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 44 by Donny Mumford Ray reinstated me as an active member of the posse in time for me to get a ride to watch his basketball game. Sonny gave me the ride, but it was on his motorbike, not a car. It was cool because I got to hug Sonny the whole way, you know, for safety's sake. The basketball game's over now and Ray's driving him and me to the lover's lane spot we went to after an earlier game. There's no sense kidding myself, I've got the hots for Ray. Maybe not the heat I felt for Ryan, but a decent facsimile and a lot of it has to do with how brazenly bossy Ray is to me, plus his big cock of course. I also find him very sexy and so do his girlfriends, and the girlfriends of other posse members have mentioned to me that Ray's sexy as well. Unfortunately, when I called to apologize for lying he surprised me by casually mentioning he's not as attracted to me as he was before I got the hots for him. Not the kind of thing I necessarily want to hear, but sometimes Ray has no filter between what he's thinking and what he says. He doesn't do it to be mean though, and he actually admits he needs to watch himself with the filter thing. Sometimes he'll slip and out will come something that could be taken the wrong way if you're sensitive. I'd been under the impression he was more or less grateful I agreed to be his boyfriend, he definitely used to be. Now apparently he feels it's me who should be grateful. The thing is, the less sexual desire he has for me, the more I have for him. When I wasn't interested in him at all, he was hot for me. Now we have a partially reversed situation going for us. Thankfully he still wants me as his boyfriend even though his heat for me has been turned down a little. It's crazy how the mind works. In my mind Ray's always had this unique scent that I can only describe as BO, but not offensive BO. Ray's BO is sexually arousing to me, and looking over at him now as he drives, my dick moves in my shorts. I see perspiration on his face and sweat that's soaked through a number of spots on his basketball uniform, and what can I say, Ray just looks sexy to me. His two day growth of whiskers along with his good looks and hot body, all add up to 'sexy' in my mind. He doesn't have a full beard yet, just wispy whiskers on his upper lip and chin, plus under his sideburns, but I think it's cool. His chest hair is just a patch between his pecs and then there's the happy trail from his belly button down to his considerable pubic hairs. When he's shirtless I like the feel of his body hair against my own naked and basically hairless body. He told me he has really hairy legs too, but he shaves them. The excuse he uses for shaving his legs is that he's on the basketball team. Ray admitted to me once he thinks his legs are overly hairy and that's actually the real reason he shaves them. Shaving your legs sounds like a pain in the ass to me, but what do I know, I shave my pubic hairs. Ray glances over and sees me staring at him. He snorts out a chuckle, then says, "Is it love, Dylan? The way you look at me all the time tells me it's love." I slipped one time and said I loved him, but I don't. I like him even with his sometimes odd take on life, but I'm a very far distance away from being in love with him. Not that it matters if he thinks I am. To his question of love, I mutter a vague, "I don't know, Ray." He says, "That's okay, I've never been in love myself, so I don't know how it feels either. You've got the hots for me though, there's no mistaking that. I've been seeing it in your eyes for a few weeks now." I say, "Absolutely, I freely admit I've got the hots for you. I think you're extremely sexy and attractive." His eyes are on the road as he mumbles, "Ya might wanna tell me that once in awhile. Don't make me drag it out of you. Girlfriends need to tell their man how they feel about him. Build-up their man's self image, and a little brown nosing goes a long way at times too." I ask, "What about boyfriends?" He chuckles, "Did I say girlfriends? Don't matter, the same thing applies to the boyfriend who's in the girl's role, like you are" There's another example of the need for a little filtering by Ray, but I know he doesn't mean anything derogatory by it. It's how he sees the world, he sees it differently than say Robby, for sure. Robby wouldn't ever think that me being the bottom in our sex life equates to me being in the girl's role. That thought would never enter his mind. To him we're two gay males screwing, and in our case we happen to be in love too. The truth is I know who I am and I'm not offended if Ray sees me as his boyfriend/girlfriend. When we're doing sex together both of us is as gay and as male as the other; two gay young men having sex. What Ray thinks about it doesn't change the facts of the matter one bit. Since I haven't responded to his last statement, he glances over, asking, "I am your man, right?" I go, "You sure are, Ray." There's no sense wasting my breath trying to change Ray's misconceptions. He's kooky about some things, but he can be rational about many other things too, and actually quite admirable at times. Good leadership skills, good at sports and school work, and very competitive. Conscientious about everything he does too, and actually quite funny at times, although he isn't aware of that. For me though, mostly I'm interested in how sexy he is and all the other stuff is what it is, and isn't all that important to me. After all, I'm not spending my life with him, probably just the rest of the summer, and only a couple of times per week at that. Ray finds a secluded spot he likes and parks the car off the road. Turning the car off, he faces me and says, "Come over to me and show your man how much you've missed him." Well, the car has bucket seats so I can't come to him very far without bumping into the console between the front seats. I move over as far as I can and then lean over the console and get the palms of my hands on either side of sexy Ray's sweaty head and kiss him on the lips. His hands rest on my shoulders as we make-out. A month ago Ray wasn't interested in us kissing, but he's done a complete reversal on that since then. He's very good with his lips and tongue and I can smell his BO scent prominently now. The combination of his scent and our kisses raises a hard boner in my pants. For me, making out isn't about affection with Ray like it is when I'm making out with Robby or Ryan; with Ray it's about sexual arousal. A yawn from Ray breaks our kiss, with him saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, Dylan, I didn't get much sleep last night. Damn, you kiss good for a guy!" So we make out some more and Ray's BO scent is fully in my head by now as I moan during the kiss, "Mmmmm," and Ray breaks off the kiss again, saying, "Suck your man's big cock, baby. Show me how hot you are for me to fuck you." I ask, "Don't you want me to get naked first, Ray?" He goes, "Oh yeah, of course I do. That'll tell you how tired I am... I forgot about that. Get your ass outside and take everything off." Why I reminded him of that, I have no clue. Dumb! As I straighten up on my seat Ray sees the lap of my shorts poking up, and says, "You got that big boner from me kissing you, didn't you?" I go, "Yeah, of course I did, Ray, you're really sexy to me." Then I surprise myself by leaning back over to him and hug around his neck kissing him again. He reaches behind me and fondles my ass until we finish the kiss. He goes, "Your ass is sexy, babe. I also like that you got the hots for me, but for now you need to get undressed and plop your bare ass in the back seat. I'm gonna let you suck my big cock. So do what I told ya to do." He gives my ass a hard slap as I'm getting out of the car. I leave the door open and drop my tee-shirt, shorts, and underwear on the front seat as my boner bobs about. After closing the door I get in the back seat to take off my sneakers and socks. Ray casually gets in the back seat with his clothes on. When I'm completely naked, I glance over at Ray, who says, "Let me check out your naked body, Dylan. I like you being naked when I'm not... it sort of defines our positions in the relationship we have going for us here, and it reminds you of your place. You understand that better than Maryanne." He rubs my head, asking, "Don't you?" I'm not sure what he's talking about, but it's easiest just to say, "Sure, Ray," as his hands rub over my body. He does this quite often, like he's fascinated by my body, or maybe surprised I let him do with it whatever he wants. My boner's still bobbing in front of me so he takes it in his fist, asking, "Yep, you know your place; for example, who does your dick belong to, Dylan?" Oh I see how his brain is working, so I humor him, muttering, "You Ray, my man owns my body tonight." He goes, "That's right, I do. Like I said, you've certainly learned your place, I'll say that for you. I see that you're more than willing to humble yourself for your man, but when I was chasing after you I got no respect from you at all, and I was the one humbling myself constantly. Now that's not the case though, is it? You do what I tell ya, don't you?" I say, "Yeah, I do because you turn me on." He says, "Huh. Well I've tried not to hold it against you for the way you treated me over the years, but now I deserve a little gloating since I've got you eating out of my hand. Don't ya think I deserve to gloat a little?" I nod my head, muttering, "I guess," and he says, "You guess? Do I, or don't I? I won't tolerate disrespect from you now, those days are long gone. Do you understand me?" I nod my head again, and mumble "Yes, Ray." He snaps back at me, "Then answer my question. Do I deserve to gloat a little now that you're sucking up to me and doing what I tell you?" I begin sensing a submissive cloud building in my brain, as I say, "Yeah, you do, but why are you being like this tonight, Ray? It's not like you." He strokes my boner, smirking, then lets go of it and rubs my head again, saying, "I just told you why, I'm gloating a little about how I've completely turned things around with us. You used to mock me, so now I get to mock you when I feel like it. Hell, I made you my boyfriend so I couldn't be holding your past behavior against you all that much. Am I right?" He has this habit of making a statement then asking a question. I drop my eyes thinking of all the times I made fun of him, sometimes right to his face, and I'm not proud of myself for that. I mutter, "Yes, you're right and I'm sorry I acted that way. It's just that I didn't know you very well then. I'm sorry, Ray." He plays with my left nipple, then squeezes my nostrils together, muttering, "Well, seeing you this contrite, and the way you suck up to me unashamedly is some payback I guess. You've got the cutest nose by the way," as he twist it a little, just because he can and he knows now I'll let him do pretty much what he wants. Then he lets go of my nose and covers another yawn, muttering, "Anyway, I'm tired tonight, like I told you, so I'm a little cranky. You're being a pretty good boyfriend, so keep it up and we'll be fine. And I'm glad you understand why I'm due some payback for your past hurt inflicted on me. So don't get defensive when I mention these things to you. You're as sensitive as a girl sometimes, did you know that? I'm merely explaining that I haven't forgotten what a prick to me you used to be, that's all. Do you understand me?" I nod my head, and he says, "Say it!" I say, "Yes, I understand why you'd want a little payback." He says, "Good, now pull down my basketball shorts, take my cock and balls out of my jockstrap, and do what I told you to do five minutes ago." He's being very stern tonight, even for him, but it's kept my cock hard and has served my submissive fetish quite nicely, and that's true even though some things he's saying are hard to hear. He's right though, I was a prick back then, especially when I look at it from his perspective. When I go to pull down his shorts, he says, "On the floor between my legs. That the position you suck your man's cock from. On your knees, always on your knees." More submission fills my brain as I slide off the seat onto my knees and get between his legs. This awesome submissive feeling that's coming over me hasn't happened for awhile now. I haven't felt this dreamy since my days and nights with Ryan. Oh, it's so nice and relaxing. I take a deep breath and savor the feeling. Ray being tired and thinking back on all the times I humiliated him has giving him an extra dominant stance from which to throws back at me a little of the treatment I gave him. My occasional bad behavior has a tendency to come back and bite me in the ass at times. I gaze up at Ray, and he mutters, "Do what you're told," so I pull his basketball shorts down to his knees and then use both hands to move his damp jockstrap cup off to the side, pulling out his damp cock and balls in the process. My fingers feel the perspiration captured in his many pubic hairs; it's almost steamy in his crotch area bringing to mind, in my trance-like state, a dense jungle scene. And from the jungle here's the elephant's trunk, as I pick up Ray's heavy cock and suck the sweaty mushroom head into my mouth. Ahhh, what a nice mouthful. After having Jerry's cock in my mouth yesterday I find that Ray's cock feels about as big as Jerry's. It's a nice mouthful of cock. It lays heavily on my tongue as I suck it with my lips making wet slurping sounds. Oh man, I'm really getting turned-on smelling Ray's musky balls that are right under my nose. The hairs on his scrotum tickle my chin as I inhale his scent. First his BO scent and now the musky, manly smell of his nuts. Taking another deep breath, feeling slightly dizzy, I suck on the head of his cock again, licking around it with my tongue while inhaling more of his crotch odor. And all of a sudden, oh no... I'm going to cum! Holding my breath for about thirty seconds the sensation subsides, but that was a close call. Ray asks, "What's wrong? You stopped sucking my dick." I take the large head out of my mouth and hold it in my fingers, "I'm sorry Ray, but I almost had a spontaneous orgasm." He goes, "Just from sucking my cock?" I say, "Yeah Ray, you don't understand how hot I get sucking your cock and smelling first your BO, and now your musky smelling balls, it just turns me on like a wild fire's heat." He frowns, looking at me suspiciously, and I go, "I'm not lying, I'm being honest and telling you exactly how I feel, Ray. You're so hot to me lately, and your cock is awesome, and so are you." He said he wanted some sucking-up from me, so what the hell, it's easy to suck up in this submissive frame of mind. I need this kind of rough sex from Ray, at least until reinforcements arrive in the person of Ryan. Ray says, "You better not lie to me about anything. I knew you had the hots for me, but I guess I underestimated how deep it went, but yeah, that's good to hear. It makes up a little bit for you mocking me in the past." Ray's on this kick tonight, bringing up my less than stellar behavior towards him in the past. When I think about it, my actions towards him could qualify as a kind of bullying. I treated him like he wasn't worth my time. I mutter, "I apologized for that already, Ray, but I'll apologize to you again." He says, "You've been doing a lot of apologizing to me lately, haven't you?" I go, "Yeah, I have. Can I suck your cock some more?" He says, "Yeah, get to it, and I want a full ass rimming too. Since you're so hot for me I'm gonna see to it that you get a chance to show it. You're gonna be doing a lot of ass rimming for me and while your kissing and licking my asshole I want you to be thinking about how you used to treat me, and after that take a look at yourself as you're sucking my hairy ass." Man, he won't let up with this line of thinking tonight. I wonder what brought this on. I ask Ray, "Um, can I ask you something?" He says, "Sure, Dylan, we're boyfriends. Ask away." I bite my lip, then mutter, "You weren't this emphatic about our past relationship before tonight. Did I do anything to bring this on?" He goes, "Ha, hell yeah! You did something to bring it on alright, you treated me like a piece of dog shit that you stepped in." I say, "I mean recently. I've been a loyal posse member and boyfriend to you, doing what you tell me. Right?" Now I'm getting into the habit of stating something, then asking a question the way Ray does it. He say, "Yeah, for the most part you've been okay, but after I suspended you I began to wonder if you might have a fatal character flaw. I mean, you blatantly lied to me and at the same time you were contemplating having sex with a coworker." I did more then contemplate it. He says, "So I began thinking back on every experience we've had over the last three years, and I've got an excellent memory, so all your put-downs and sly hurtful comments and actions came back to me. It pissed me off that you did those things, and that I put up with the humiliation and came crawling back to nag you for sex again. I put you on a pedestal back then and refused to believe you were the prick that you were. So, I guess some of those feelings are carried over to tonight when I see you in person." Tonight isn't going too well for me. It's nothing like I was looking forward to. Sure, I had fun at Ray's expense, but hearing him tell it makes it sound worse than I thought it was at the time. It was just a running gag to me, but to Ray it was humiliating. I mutter, "What can I say except I truly didn't realize I was humiliating you back then. It was, um, a game we were playing. That's the way I thought of it." Ray goes, "Okay, I believe you, I guess. Maybe I'm coming on too strong with this, Dylan. It's water under the bridge, or whatever that saying is. Come on up here and get a kiss, and then you can get back to doing what you like to do so much... suck my cock." As I'm standing, I ask, "You like it when I'm sucking your cock too, right Ray?" He smiles, "Of course, I wouldn't do it if I didn't like it, and especially because it's you doing it, but we're done discussing that aspect of things." We have a very nice kiss with Ray putting some feeling into it. Then after the kiss on the lips, he gives my cheek a wet kiss. "Sorry I was so rough on you, baby, but I needed to get it off my chest. We understand each other now. Right?" I nod my head and kiss his lips quickly. He says, "Now show your man you know how to make him feel important." I might as well embrace his 'my man' crap because he seems stuck on it. Back on my knees, I take another deep breath, picking his cock up in my fingers and put it back in my mouth, determined to give Ray the best oral sex he's ever had. It only takes thirty seconds before I'm back into the cock sucking again, letting everything else leave my mind as I submissively suck my man's big cock. Sucking a guy's cock has always been a turn-on for me anyway. It soothes my submissive fetish and is a very sexy thing to do over all. Sucking the mushroom head, I feel it grow larger and harder, and then I suck as much of the shaft as I can reach. Determined to get it in my throat, I relax my throat muscles and go down on his hard cock bumping the big mushroom head against my throat. The head forces it's way into my throat, but the immediate scary sensation of vomiting fills my brain with my gag reflex deeply disturbed by this massive intrusion, so I pull off of his cock as sweat breaks out on my forehead. Swallowing a few times gets the vomiting sensation to drift away. I do it again and this time I know what to expect and don't get that feeling that I'm going to throw-up. His cock goes down my throat bulging out my Adams apple as Ray cries out, "Ooooh! Gawd that feels good. Holy shit!" I take it for as long as I can, then lift off it and what a relief to have the mushroom head in my mouth again. I breath deeply looking up at Ray for approval. He's massaging my shoulders mumbling, "Talk about a spontaneous climax. I almost blew my load in your throat." I grin around his cock, as Ray mutters, "Wow, good job, boyfriend." His cock is hard, and mine was too a minute ago, but the near disaster of that first attempt made my cock go partially flaccid. Taking Ray's cock from my mouth and pushing it up against his stomach, with his boner feeling like a fat steel rod under my fingers, I lick his nuts fast the way a cat licks milk and it raises goosebumps on the inside of his thighs. When the hairs on his nuts are plastered to his scrotum, I take one of his balls into my mouth to suck and hum on it. The lower one first, and when it's in my warm mouth Ray lifts his ass off the seat, going, "Mmmmm," almost matching my humming. Then the other nut with Ray squirming now, muttering, "Jesus that's hot." I lick his pubic hairs flat to his skin getting several in my mouth as I'm doing it, so I need to stop. Stroking his cock with one hand I pick the pubic hairs from my mouth with the other as he stares smugly at me. Then it's long licks on the inside of his hairy thighs. Obviously Ray doesn't shave his legs up this far. The musky scent of his sweaty crotch has filled my head by now, and I stop licking for a few seconds to press my nose right next to the root of his cock and inhale deeply, and I almost cum again. Holding my breath I think about something gross, like throwing up, and the sensation of orgasm slowly fades. Swallowing hard I take another whiff of Ray's sexy scent, lick his boner twice, and then put it in my mouth again to suck the precum bubble off the mushroom head while my own precum drools down from the head of my cock, wetting the shaft. I'm highly aroused by now as I suck more precum from Ray's cock with him groaning and rubbing my head as he squirms on the seat. He mutters, "Oh gawd, this is so fuckin' hot." Taking a deep breath, I lick down the inside of his thigh and continue over near his ass crack. Then take my tongue off of his body and roughly pull his basketball shorts down to his ankles, and then all the way off one foot so I can spread his legs. Ray moans as he scoots down on the seat exposing his asshole. "Rim my ass, Dylan, and rim it good. Show your man you want to please him." Looking up at Ray I see his eyes are closed, but fluttering as he licks his lips with his hand under his shirt rubbing his nipples. First I lick and kiss his hairy ass like he said I'd be doing, only I do not think back to things I've done to humiliate him in years gone by. Instead I think of his ass and his sexy aroma. Dragging my nose down his groin the scent is so strong I almost climax for the third time. Ray's scent really turns me on sexually, and in my head I'm repeating, 'My man, my man, my man'. It's stupid, but I'm extremely aroused and my submissiveness embraces Ray's sternness, plus his manly scent is unlike anyone's I've encountered. I want to stroke my throbbing boner, but one stroke would get me shooting cum onto the front of the seat. Licking his ass again my tongue moves over the strap of his jock. The damn thing smells like it hasn't seen the washing machine in quite some time. I pick up the strap and lick under it, which is an improvement over licking it, but it's still a very smelly jockstrap. I glance at the jockstrap's cup that I've moved to the side, and then lick it. Oh my God it stinks! I inhale the aroma until I'm used to it. Giving the cup another lick, I feel like I've conquered it. Another stupid thought, but my brain is clouded with submissiveness and thoughts of pleasing my man, which is another stupid thought, one after another. I don't care, to me it's all sexually and submissively thrilling. Licking one butt cheek until all the hairs are flat, and then doing the other one with big, wet smooches right on his ass. Finished licking the hairs flat all over his buttocks, I do a lick right up his ass crack and over his asshole, almost cuming for the fourth time in ten minutes. I'm so hot and turned on my eyes are bleary and my shoulders shudder along with a moan of sexual pleasure from my throat, "Aaaaaah, mmmmm, ooooh yeaaah." His asshole tastes sweaty, but not shitty. Ray moans now too, "Ooooh, ummm, oooh," as his ass moves on the seat with his body squirming as he's obviously trying to absorb all the sensations from his anus. My cock's as hard as Ray's and repeatedly pokes into the front of the seat as I lick over his asshole and then suck on his anus with the hairs around his asshole going into my mouth. My arms hug his buttocks as I'm sucking, sucking, sucking on the lips of his asshole, delirious with sexual arousal, then my tongue goes into his rectum, with Ray lifting his ass off the seat again, moaning constantly. My tongue fucks his asshole and by now I don't even know where I am. Ray yells, "Stop! I almost had an orgasm.' Then he exclaims, "Oh my God, that was so awesome!" I look up at him, almost surprised it's Ray... I thought it was Ryan for a second there. Ryan doesn't have anywhere near this much hair on his ass though, and he doesn't sound like Ray either. Ray's voice is mature, while Ryan's is boyish like Robby's and mine. I'm blinking my eyes quickly getting myself back to reality, as Ray says, "You've got to do this every time I take you out. First thing you do is rim my asshole before you get to suck my cock. New rule, babe. Remember it! Now get your ass up here, I'm desperate to fuck you now. I might even want to do it as much as you want me to. You got me hot to fuck you and I can't wait to feel my cock up your cute ass." Oh, I'm glad to see he's over that mean spirited crap, but he couldn't possibly want to fuck me as much as I want him to. Bumping into the dashboard, I get up on the seat fast, asking, "How do you want to do me, Ray? You're my man and I want to please you," and even as I say it I realize I'm getting brainwashed by Ray's dominance, but I'm loving the thought of that very thing at the moment. I know that later I'll be pissed-off at myself, but right now it's so fucking thrilling to be submissive to Ray I'm just about peeing precum. I've missed this; Ryan was so good at it he spoiled me. Ray ignores my brown nosing comments, and says, "You're going to wash this back seat after I fuck you. You've got drools of precum from the front of the seat all the way across it. Look at that!" I stare at Ray and then reach over to feel his whiskers, then my hand goes down the neckline of his shirt to feel his chest hair. He grins, "Who's your man, Dylan?" I gulp, swallow hard, and mutter, "You're my main man, Ray." He gets his hand on my balls squeezing a little, asking, "And who are you, Dylan?" I swallow again trying to think of the answer he wants to hear, and settle on, "I'm your girlfriend who you're going to fuck." He chuckles, "Jesus, you're easy. You think that's what I wanted you to say, but it's not. You're my boyfriend, that's what I expected you to say, and of course I'm your man. Why'd ya say girlfriend? Do you want me to start calling your ass a pussy?" I don't know what the fuck the right thing to say is by now, I just want him to fuck me. I mutter, "If you want to, I don't mind." He squints his eyes, and asks, "Do you get high on me bossing you around like this? Is that what's going on here? I've never seen anyone as, um, as willing to be subservient as you are to me. What's with that?" I drop my eyes, and shrug, "I don't know, Ray. You're my man, that's all I know." He goes, "Wow, I'm liking the direction you're headed with this. I said earlier that I didn't realize how hot you are for me, and now I think I underestimated it again. Maybe I won't fuck you tonight just to keep you kissing my ass and wanting it so badly. What do you think about that?" My eyes go to his, "I wouldn't like that, Ray. I need my man to fuck me." He cups behind my head with his hand, saying, "Damn, I never expected this. I'm liking it, don't get me wrong, but I never expected you'd be so, I don't know, so eager to do whatever I say. You'll be giving me a big head if you keep this up. I can't wait to tell Elliot about all this because he's still shocked you even agreed to be my boyfriend, never mind that you kiss my ass more than Bean." My cock is going down and I'm coming out of my submissive trance a little. It felt so good being in a trance again. Ray looks sexy and hot so I lean in to him for a kiss, but he says, "No, not after you had your tongue up my ass. Jeez! Use your head, babe." He squeezes my balls again, asking, "Who owns these nuts, Dylan?" This reminds me of Willie, except Ray has never taken the dominance too far... yet. I say, "My man owns my nuts, Ray." He says, "Goddamn, Dylan, you're being awesome! This is a blast. If you continue behaving like this towards me you're really going to win me over. Okay, suck my cock a bit more to load it with saliva and then lay on your back and pull your legs up. You've earned yourself a damn good fucking." I ask, "Should I get on the floor again?" He says, "Of course, get on your knees down there and suck your man's cock. How many times do I gotta explain that?" I scramble down and take his boner into my mouth sucking and licking it until his precum, mixed with my saliva, is drooling down my chin. A submissive trance settles snugly over me again. This is awesome. Ray, always one to talk too much, says, "Damn, that feels good. A little more, babe. Suck down on the shaft further." I get as much in my mouth as I can with the large head pushing against the gag reflex area at the back of my throat. Ray's saying, "Good job, Dylan, suck my cock." The slurping sounds get louder with more saliva's running down my chin to drip off making wet plopping sounds on the floor of the car. Ray talks some more, "I think I'll bring Elliot over to your condo and you'll confirm to him that I'm your man and that you suck my cock and rim my ass whenever I tell you too, and then I fuck you and you love it. He doesn't believe me, he accuses me of exaggerating." What's he saying? Does he tell his brother everything we do together? Ray goes, "That's perfect cock sucking right there, no girl can come close to that. Okay, get up here and lay on the seat with your legs way back. All I want to see is your asshole, or pussy is more like it. Actually I kinda like that term for your fuck hole." On the seat I'm straining to pull my legs back with a forearm around each thigh, my feet in the air. Ray looks at me with a smirk on his face. Getting on his knees, he says, "It's so cool having you totally, I don't know the right word... is it, submissive? Is that the word I'm looking for? Yeah, it describes your behavior to me perfectly. I'm getting off on that." Ray isn't aware of the dominant/submissive dynamic, but he's guessed the correct word anyway. He's stroking his boner and it looks so big I can hardly believe Jerry's was bigger. Maybe it wasn't now that I look at Ray's right in front of me. Ray takes his hand off his cock and give the back of my thigh a stinging smack, "You like it rough, don't ya? I'm finding out more and more about you, Dylan, and I'm liking what I'm finding. Who's your man?" I say, "You're my man, Ray." He presses the huge head of his cock against my anus, muttering, "And don't you forget it. I never thought I'd say this, but fucking you is getting to be hotter than fucking a girl. They're never as, um, cooperative and anxious to follow orders as you are." He applies more pressure against my anus and I hold my breath as the lips of my anus are spreading, spreading, spreading and the pain becomes apparent as my face gets red. Ray smiles at me, saying, "Take my big cock in your pussy. And no whimpering, you pussy," and the heads forces it way past my aching sphincter muscle with the lips of my asshole tightly gripping the narrower neck of his cock. Ray goes, "Ooooooh, mmmm, oh man that feels good." Then another, "Oooh, yeah!" He takes a deep breath, and smacks the back of my leg again, then says, "I really like that you have an awesome pussy for your man. I like the idea of you having a pussy and wish I'd thought of calling it your pussy sooner because that's basically what it is when I'm using it." He still talks too much during sex. My anus pain is abating like it always does. Ray pushes this cock up my ass a good three inches this time, asking, "That rough enough for you? How's that feel, baby? Huh?" I'm holding my breath again as the large mushroom head stretches the walls of my rectum. My ass has been toughened pretty good though, and the hurt fades quickly as my rectum muscles relax and enjoy the incredibly 'full' sensation of Ray's big boner. If Jerry's cock is bigger than Rays, it's not by much. This is feeling good, so I tell Ray, "Oh man, Ray, it's feeling awesome." He says, "My cock feels pretty awesome too. I miss that bone that girls have in their snatch, but your ass, er, pussy is hugging my cock better than a girl's pussy. Your pussy is better, ha ha, that's what I'm beginning to think. Here we go," and another three inches goes in and we both moan, "Aaaah, oooh," one more push and his significant pubic hair surround and tickle my buttocks. Then a grunt from Ray and he's plastered against me; I can't feel his pubes now as there tight up against my buttocks. "Jesus!" Ray says, "This is hot, babe. I need to see you again real soon because this is getting to be my favorite sex. Hmmm, I got something I need to do tomorrow night, and I'm going out with Maryanne on Friday, so are you free Saturday night?" That's Robby's night with Travis, so I stifle a moan of pleasure as tantalizing sensations run up and down my rectum, feeling so fucking good. I mutter, "I'm definitely free if you are, Ray. I'd loved to go out with you Saturday night." He pulls back, and I go, "Mmmmm, fuck me, Ray." My cock drips and tightens further as Ray drives his cock back up my ass and I can't help but go, "Ooooh." He pulls it back and drives it smoothly in again, but it's still very tight, and I moan another, "Ooooh, aaah." Ray grunts, then says, "Pull your legs back harder and keep them there," and he smacks the back of my thigh again, "SMACK" as I go 'Ow," then, "Ooooh," right after. His big boner feels so good inside me! I tighten my arms around my legs pulling back harder. Ray gets a steady rhythm going and we're both moaning now, "Oooh, mmmm, oooh yeah." He drives his big cock in hard, grunting, then asks for the tenth time, "Who's your man, babe?" I groan, "Aaaah, you're my man, Ray, and you fuck me good." He picks up speed and the pleasure sensations in my rectum overwhelm my senses causing my head to shake as my shoulders to do their shudder, and I moan, "Mmmmmm, oooh." His crotch smacks steadily into my butt cheeks, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," with me moaning at every move of his boner in my ass. My prostate sings with pleasure as my shoulders shudder again and my boner reaches the tightness needed to pull away from my belly and stick straight up. Ray hits it with his belly every thrust up my ass. My cock vibrates and drips, and it's an amazing symphony of extremely sexual sensations of pure pleasure. A steady five minutes of ecstasy and then Ray grunts, "Unn, umm," I'm gonna cum." He drives in hard and holds it there, his face red as a hard stream of spunk soaks my rectum. I hump up off the seat with cum shooting out of my pulsating cock with me going, "Eeeeeee, aaaaah," and another spurt joins the first one landing on the seat beside me even as Ray's pouring more cum into my bowels and his earlier stream of cum is drooling out around his boner and down my butt cheek. Ray's groaning like he's in pain. He takes a deep breath, muttering, "Holy shit, what an orgasm. God, I'm weak after that climax," as he begins fucking me again, sliding back and forth easily in my slippery rectum. I'm still feeling all the hundreds of sensitive spots in my ass as my anus sizzles and my cock shakes and then my dick slowly returns to rest on my belly again as sensation quickly calm down from the mountain top of sexual pleasure associated with orgasm. "Oh my God, Ray, that was fantastic." He goes, "For me too, babe. Damn, I'm getting hooked on this ass fucking." He pulls his cock out, and I go, "Oooh, nooo, it's feels so good, Ray." He says, "I decide when it's over, Dylan, and you just say 'thank you', okay?" I go, "Oh sure, Ray, thank you, it was stupendous." My ass is gaping open drooling Ray's cum. He smacks my ass hard, and says, "Don't sit on the seat with your dripping pussy, here sit on this," and he puts a plastic bag on the seat, adding, "I came prepared this time." I guess the pussy reference is back for good, the one Willie infamously routinely used. I didn't think Ray was familiar with that term for a guy's ass. I don't care though because, damn, that was a good fuck. I stroke my cock as Ray says, "Stop that, Dylan, the sex is over. Here, wipe your ass," as he hands me tissues. He wipes his big cock, mumbling, "It feels so great fucking without a condom. The girls insist on it though." Then to me, "Your ass is my favorite pussy." I roll my eyes, but don't let Ray see me do it. Wiping my ass with the tissues I decide I need this kind of sex, in additional to Robby's of course, so I'm going along with Ray's program for as long as I can put up with it. I like the dominant stuff too, but he bordered on disrespecting me too much with some of the things he said tonight, like calling me a pussy. I do have a limit, which I reached with Willie, although I still get tempted once in a while to call him. That's another reason sex with Ray is so important. Without him, I'd be susceptible to calling Willie and that would be a mistake. Ray adjusts his jockstrap and pulls on his basketball short, asking, "You like me fucking you rough, don't you. I've noticed that, so I'll be doing it that way because I like to have my girls satisfied with the sex I provide." Over my submissive trance now, I take a deep breath and blow it out slowly, then say, "I'm not a girl, Ray." He chuckles, "You got a pussy, don't you?" I say, "No, I don't. I have a penis." He says, "Hey, don't get snippy with me or I'll cut you off for a week or two. How'd you like that?" Oh fuck. Jeez, I humble myself again, mumbling, "I wouldn't want that, I apologize, Ray, I won't be snippy with you anymore." He mutters, "That's better, watch your mouth, Dylan, I won't put up with back talk." I think, 'Fuck you, Ray!' but I say, "Sorry, Ray." God, my sex drive puts me in embarrassing situations. Ray looks at me for a few seconds, then says, "Okay, baby, I see I've hurt your feelings. Maybe I've been too hard on you tonight, if so I apology for that. You're a good boyfriend," he chuckles, adding, "You're probably a better boyfriend than I deserve. Come on over here and let your man give his girl, er, boyfriend a big kiss. Shit remnants from my asshole must be out of your mouth by now. I'll kiss and make up." Okay, that's better. I slide over and find myself melting into Ray's arms as he kisses me a warm kiss on my lips, and then his tongue comes in my mouth and my arms just naturally go around his neck and I really get into it with him. I think I got into Ray so much now because he was so hard on me earlier and this is nicer. When the kiss breaks, I brown nose a little more by kissing him slowly on his forehead, his cheeks, his chin, and his lips. Ray asks, "Feel better, baby. I can admit when I overdo the criticisms. And I'm not going to cut you off, so don't worry about that." I wish I could stop myself from saying this, but I can't. I say, "Thanks, Ray. You really are my man... I really mean that." My face gets red for being such a wuss, but my dick's hard and I guess it's in charge of my brain at the moment. I further embarrass myself by asking, "Can we cuddle some more, Ray. You turn me on so much anymore," and I kiss him again. Ray laughs, then says, "How many times have I told you I'm not into cuddling with my boyfriend. I try to accommodate you with this much after-sex cuddling because I realize you're totally gay and you want to cuddle with your man to show your appreciation, but the more I do, the more you want. Right?" I mutter, "Yeah, I guess that's true," and kiss him again. He says, "Okay, that's enough! I want you to get your clothes on now." I give him one last kiss on his lips making him laugh, but then I do what I'm told. Stepping outside I open the passenger door and put my underwear on, then take my shorts and tee-shirt off the seat and put them on and only now realize I'm standing on the dirty ground with bare feet. Getting in the back seat I put on my socks and sneakers as Ray gets in the front and tosses back a container of Handi-wipes, saying, "Clean your cum and precum off the seat. Get every drop of it." I get on the floor and clean the front of the seat then the top and the back of the seat, and then go over it again with two more Handi-wipes. "I've cleaned the seat, Ray." He says, "Let me check. Elliot and I try to keep this old car clean." He gets out of the driver seat and comes to the back seat, then turns on the overhead light. Looking carefully, he says, "Go over this spot again, Dylan, don't do it half-ass." I whine, "I did it twice, not half-ass, Ray," and he says, "Snippy." Again I think, 'Fuck you!', but mumble, "Sorry, Ray," and re-clean the area again. Ray say, "Okay, good job. Throw those used wipes out along with the plastic bag you sat on, and get in the front seat, I have more to tell you." I look at him and he says, "Don't worry, it's not all bad. Go ahead and do what you're told." I get out and drop the dirty wipes on the ground, but Ray says, "Don't litter, there's a trash can behind you." Picking up the stuff I threw on the ground and dumping it in the can, I walk back and get in the front seat. Ray gets the car running and the air conditioner going, and then turns partially in his seat to look at me. "Dylan, we covered some ground about past history tonight. I got it off my chest and I'm not backing off of any of it, but that being said, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. You hurt mine many times in the past of course, but I like to think I'm big enough to overlook that, which is why I apologized earlier. I'm interested in knowing something else. you know, so we get to know each other better. I wanna know what you think about the things I said to you tonight? I mean, in regards to the way you treated me prior to me accepting you as my boyfriend." I stare at him thinking, 'We're beating a dead horse here,' but say, "Um, I agree with you. I acted in a bad way with you. I wasn't thinking of things from your position then, but in my defense I did let you fuck me two or three times." Ray says, "Yes, over a three year period, and you enjoyed it too, although you showed me no respect. Lets face it, you felt you were giving me the privilege of fucking you, and you only allowed it when you weren't getting fucked from someone else, for whatever reason. Isn't that right?" How the fuck does he know that? He's right, of course, but how could he know? Hell, maybe he will find out about Seth and Jerry. Ray's smarter than I thought and I better stop underestimating him. Not that I ever thought he was stupid, just goofy. Now I not only don't think he's goofy, but he's beginning to intimidate me. I go, "Oh, um, I don't know actually. Ah, yeah, I guess what you say has some truth to it, but I never thought of it as a privilege for you. It was, I don't know, I don't actually remember the circumstances of those couple of times. Ray, I've already apologized a few times for my behavior back then. We were younger, I'm not like that now. It was childish goofing around, ya know?" Ray says seriously, "I wasn't goofing around, Dylan. I was captivated by you and now I'm not so captivated by you, but you obviously are of me. Aren't you?" I say, "Yes, but we've been over this. I know I wasn't nice back then and you're not being nice to me now." I'm getting a little pissed-off. Ray takes a deep breath, then calmly says, "That was snippy again. All I'm trying to do it get the past behavior out in the open so we can go on from here with a clean slate. You can't ignore history or if you do it's at your peril." He usually gets sayings slightly mixed-up. He says, "So, one last time, admit you were basically a shit to me back then, and that you used me to supplement some sex you were missing from someone else. Then we'll move forward." What the fuck? Does he know about Ryan somehow? I mean that's exactly what I'm doing: replacing the missing sex from Ryan with Ray's. I go, "I admitted my mistakes Ray, and I look forward to moving on with you. You're my man, why wouldn't I want to move on with you. I think you're awesome, I swear to God I do." He's like, "Good, we understand each other a little better now." He's tired, but he says, "It's early enough to check out the Dairy Queen and see if any of the posse boys are hanging out there. I'll buy you a cone. It's a half hour drive and during the ride Ray does most of the talking. Much of what he saying is complimentary of me, which is a nice change from the rest of the night. My ass is still feeling good, so no bowlegged walking tonight. Occasionally Ray fishes for compliments and I willingly provide them, embellishing the compliments because I remember his earlier lecture about girlfriends and boyfriends needing to build up their man, so he feels good about himself. No harm in buttering Ray up, maybe he'll forget about the past snubs from me. Ray parks at the Dairy Cream and sure enough a few of the posse boys are here messing around. Ray and I walk over and do the posse greeting with Bean, Sonny, cute Devon, and Jameson. The other guys from the basketball game got dropped of at their homes earlier. Bean asks Ray, "Did you do Dylan tonight, Ray?" Ray chuckles, muttering, "Don't be shy, Bean, asks what's on your mind. Haha. Lets just say my boyfriend and I are both quite satisfied in the sex department, and leave it at that." Bean asks me, "How was it, Dylan?" I look at Ray, and he says, "You can tell him if you want to, babe." All the guys are very interested so I figure I'mm pump Ray's tires, hoping for some brownie points. "Well, Ray's my man, and I must say he's got quite a gun on him and he knows very well how to use it too. I was making quite a mess by the time Ray was done with my rear end. I was shooting spunk all over the backseat." Ray hugs around my neck chuckling, then says, "He damn well cleaned it up too. Twice, before I was satisfied." The guys all have big eyes hearing about a taboo like gay fucking. Bean asks me, "Do you, um, service your man, you know, before he does it to your rear end. Um, you know, to get his gun hard?" Ray laughs, "What do you think, Bean?" The guys look at each other as I check out Devon for any sign he's interested in all this. I can't tell, but Sonny sure seems interested. The guys are all smirking at each other thinking about me sucking Ray's cock. Then Jay pulls onto the parking lot driving his mother's car, and Elliot's with him. Ray says to me, "Guess I won't need to bring Elliot to your place, Dylan. Come with me," then to the guys, "We'll catch up with you guys in a little bit. I need to tell my brother something." Ray puts his arm around my waist and we walk over to Elliot and Jay like that. Jay looks over and sees us. When we get to them Jay says to Elliot, "Guess we're not the only gay boys at the Dairy Queen tonight." Elliot and I are old friends so we do the hand shake and hug with a few pats on the back. I bump fist with Jay as Ray and Elliot do a hug hello. Teens are always greeting each other with quick hugs and I think we adopted it from seeing pro athletes doing it with teammates, but I'm not sure about that. Elliot asks me, "You let Ray walk with his arm around your waist? Jay and I aren't ballsy enough to do that." I might as well get right to it, and impress Ray. I say, "Sure, I walk any way my man wants me to." Jay laughs, "Your man, that's a good one. Ray's almost two years younger then you." Ray says, "That don't matter, Jay. I'm the macho type and bi, not gay like you three, so I'm the man. It's what Dylan calls me, right Dylan?" I go, "That's right, what's wrong with that?" Elliot makes his eyes get big, like 'Are you serious?'. Jay laughs again, he thinks we're pulling their chain. He asks, "What do you do for your man, Dylan?" I go, "Anything he wants." Elliot looks at Ray with an incredulous expression on his face, as Jay asks, "I suppose you don't hesitate rimming Ray after the sweaty basketball game, right?" with another chuckle. I say, "Well, that's a little personal, Jay, but yeah, tonight I rimmed him and probably every other thing you can think of too." Ray says, "Satisfied, Elliot?" Elliot's shaking his head, "You two are bull shitting us." I say, "No I'm not, Elliot. Why would I?" Elliot does the big eyes again, mumbling, "I don't know, I just... I don't know." Elliot's pretty. That's the best way I can describe him. A little feminine, but not too much. Very fine, almost delicate facial features with his awesome pale red hair that Jay's keeping longer of late. Jay's Elliot's hairstylist so I never get a chance to give Elliot a haircut. If I did he wouldn't have that long hair for long. His hair's waving with lots of body. Elliot's slender, but he's got a nice body, it's not skinny. I helped Jay and Elliot get together by tutoring Elliot with sex. Just a couple of times way back when. He pats my shoulder, saying, "Well, thanks for taking care of my brother. He couldn't have a better boyfriend. I'm happy for both of you." Jay goes, "Come on Elliot, lets get our ice cream. I gotta get the car back to mom." Ray and I say goodbye and walk back to the posse boys with Ray telling me, "You were perfect, Dylan. Elliot got his eyes opened alright, in more ways than one. Ha ha," and he hugs around my neck kissing my cheek. The posse boys go, "Aaaah, that's sweet," as they chuckle. I suppose I should feel embarrassed about confessing that Ray's my man and all that other shit I told Jay and Elliot, but stuff like that doesn't bother me like it used to. Willie broke me of that by forcing me to do submissive things in front of others. Also, I'm comfortable with who I am now. I don't need to lie in order to save face, and I try not being phony, like brown nosing with Ray, as little as possible. Sometimes brown nosing is more a strategic handling of a situation than it's being phony. And I got toughened-up by Robby insisting, during the early days of our threesome, that Ryan describe the dominant sex Ryan laid on my ass; that got me used to humiliating circumstances. What Ryan described to Robby was all true, so I did that stuff and I'm not ashamed of it, let people think what they will of me. I'm getting the most out of being young that I possibly can, and without hurting anyone including myself in the process. That's how I see it. Ray stands in line to get us cones as Sonny comes over, whispering, "I got all hot and bothered hearing about you and Ray tonight, and I'm really looking forward to tomorrow afternoon when It's my turn with you." I chuckle, "Don't count your chickens before they're hatched, Sonny." He says, "That's a corny saying." I go, "Yeah, there are lots of corny sayings. I like using them, although I can't imagine what half of them meant originally." He's smiling as he says, "I also liked that kiss from you at the basketball game. That could be the start of something big." I go, "Another corny saying," and Sonny laughs again, "That's why I used it." Devon comes over, and says to Sonny, "Stop bothering Dylan." I look at Devon as a squirmy feeling comes over me. How'd I get this crush on him anyway? It just happened. Rubbing the palm of my hand over the hair on Devon's head, I'm saying, "A lot of this is coming off Saturday, Devon. You ready for that?" He grins, then runs his fingers through my burr haircut like I just did to him, saying, "Yep, it'll be the first time in my life for a haircut this short, but I got the okay from Susie to go for it, so I'm looking forward to seeing how I look with this, what do you call it, a burr haircut?" I say, "That's what it's called, yeah, but I didn't name it. I think it's a haircut from fifty or sixty years ago, and I don't even remember how I got into cutting these haircuts frankly. I like them though." Devon runs his fingers through my hair again as chills run down my back and then my shoulders shudder a little. He says, "It feels cool." I nod my head agreeing with him, wanting to kiss those sexy lips of his so bad I feel my face blushing. Biting my lip, I squeeze the back of Devon's neck, saying, "I'm shampooing your hair before I cut it. A guy told me that's what hairstylist do so I'm moving into the hairstylist ranks for you posse boys, and my other friends too." Devon says. "Yeah, I used to go to a salon where the lady did that too. I like the idea of you giving me the professional treatment," as he's chuckling, adding, "Having a gay hairstylist is cool." Maybe I have a chance with him after all. Ray's back with our ice cream cones. I thank him and lick mine. Sonny asks, "Can I have a lick, Dylan?" I hold the cone for him and his pink tongue takes a swipe at the soft serve imitation ice cream. It covers his tongue and I lick right over the swipe he just made, then ask Devon, "Want a lick?" He says, "Yeah, thanks," and I stare at his tongue as it laps at the ice cream. Licking over Devon's lick I feel my cock tighten-up on me. I'd have sprung a full-blown boner if Ray hadn't just fucked me so good an hour ago. The three of us take turns licking the cone until it's finished, as we giggle like little kids. Goddamn that was sexy sharing my cone with the McCarty brothers. I stare at their faces with each lick and while Devon's more sexy in my mind, Sonny isn't far behind. The more I study their faces the cuter they look. I picked Devon out as the cutest the first time I met the posse boys and I certainly haven't changed my mind about that. Sonny looks similar to Devon, but not like twins the way Robby and Dodger appear. Rays been talking and laughing with Bean and Jameson and then he calls to me, "Dylan, get over here." I make a face at Devon and Sonny, like, "Oh, I'm in trouble now'. They grin, knowing I'm not serious. The three of us walk over and Ray says to me, "Jameson doesn't believe anyone really does rimming. He thinks it's a joke we're telling. These guys laugh at the very idea. You tell 'em, Dylan." I go, "Oh, lots of gays do rimming. At first I thought it was disgusting, but as I got more mature the idea slowly became sexy to me." They chuckle nervously, still assuming Ray and I are putting them on. Sonny says, "It's true, I saw it online. It don't look sexy to me though." Bean says, "You're not gay. Ya gotta be gay, right Dylan?" I shrug, "I don't know, maybe." Ray puts his arm around my neck hugging me, saying, "I feel sorry for guys who aren't bisexual. Being bisexual doubles your chances of having sex." They laugh nervously again, and I can honestly understand them being a little uncomfortable thinking about gay sex since they're straight. That's how I am about straight sex. Sonny goes, "I'm bi, like Ray, but I haven't had any luck with another gay boy yet." Devon says, "That's probably because you're not bi, you're just emulating Ray." Sonny goes, "Nope, you're wrong bro," then Sonny asks Ray, "Ray, can Dylan show me some gay sex?" Everyone laughs, with me doing the nervous laughing now. Ray says, "That would be a big fat 'NO!', Sonny. You're underage." I glance at Devon, but can't read his expression. In my fantasy I have Devon thinking, 'I'm not underage, maybe I'll ask if I can fuck Dylan'. That gets me grinning to myself. What a dreamer I am. We mess around together for another twenty minutes, then do the posse goodbye fist bump and hug with Sonny kissing my cheek again and me hugging Devon much too tightly and for a second or two too long. He looks in my eyes afterwards as I blush, then he grins and pats my shoulder saying, "See you Saturday, Dylan." I nod my head with my face feeling hot. In the car Ray says, "Man, I'm tired, but this has been a great day. Winning the basketball game so easily, then getting stuff off my chest and you admitting your bad behavior. After that you proved to your man how much you love him with all the oral sex and then I fucked you hard. Great sex, and then hanging with my posse boys. Oh, and you telling my brother straight-out about how, what was the word I used earlier tonight?" I say, "Submissive?" and he's like, "Yeah, telling my brother how submissive you are to me, doing things the way I tell you too. That was great. He believes me now and all the guys are more impressed with me then ever before." I say, "Um, Ray, you didn't used to be so, um, egotistical. No offense." He goes, "Damn, you're absolutely right! That was a very egotistical thing for me to say. I told you you'd be giving me a big head being so submissive to me. I gotta watch that because being egotistical is not what I'm all about. I'm proud of the way I've handled you as my boyfriend and how I integrated you into the posse because you've added new life to the gang. The bisexual stuff intrigues the guys and having our own barber, giving all the guys, even Dawg, these short haircuts has made us a tighter group. It's just more interesting to be with the guys now. Bean and Jameson told me the guys think I should make you a full posse member, but then I'd feel like I had to do that for Sonny too. Anyway, I'm thinking about it. The main point is it's you who's mostly responsible for the new interesting twists for our posse, all I did was make you my boyfriend, you did all the rest. I have no right to feel egotistical about that. You deserve the credit. I say, "Thanks, Ray, but you're the guy stirring the pot and you've made it work so you deserve the credit." He chuckles, "I really appreciate the brown-nosing, babe, you're good at that, but I've got to be a realist and give credit where credit's due. I'd appreciate you bringing to my attention anytime I'm boastful. Don't hesitate, most of the other guys wouldn't mention it and I'd like to know. Boasting is for bores." I mutter, "If you say so, Ray." He looks at me and then reaches over to squeeze my thigh near my cock, asking, "You do feel submissive to me don't you?" I mutter, "Sometimes, yeah." He goes, "Humph, I don't believe I've ever actually said that word out loud before tonight, but I'm including it in my vocabulary from now on. You being submissive to me is sure a long way from treating me like dog shit you stepped in. Yeah, this is working out better than I thought it would... much better." I have nothing to say to that, but it brings up a question in my brain: was Ray looking for payback when he initiated this boyfriend thing? At the curb below my condo we do an awkward fist bump and hug in the car with Ray giving me a quick kiss on the lips." He says, "I'll be over for a haircut Saturday morning, then pick you up for our date seven o'clock that night." I kiss him goodbye and then watch him drive away. As I'm making Chubby's and my lunch for tomorrow, I think about tonight. The sex with Ray was very hot, partially making up for me missing Ryan's sex, except Ray's a one fuck date, where Ryan and me would find time to sneak in at least two and usually three sexual acts. That can't be replaced I guess, even though the urge for more sex remains. Then there was all that shit about how badly I treated Ray for the three years prior to us hooking up. I just never saw it the way I see it now, and I feel bad about it. Ray certainly drove home how badly I acted back then, but I think he's got that out of his system now. And, no, I can't believe he set-up the boyfriend thing just so he could dump me, or somehow get even with me for being a prick to him in the past. No way. And how about Devon tonight. Hmmm, maybe all isn't lost were Devon's concerned. You don't need to be bisexual to experiment with sex of all kinds. He's almost surely having sex with Susie, but maybe, just maybe he's curious about what it's like to do what Ray and I do. If I wasn't in the posse as an acknowledged gay boy, Devon probably wouldn't be nearly as curious as he may be now that it's being openly discussed. Of course I don't know he's curious, but for the first time I think there might be a chance for a one time encounter with him... maybe. I've admitted my alley-catting ways are back, and that's partially Robby's fault for introducing Travis into the picture. Then there's Seth's, who's a cute, sweet sex partner, but so far sex with him isn't in the 'hot' range, but it was pretty good last time we did it. As for Jerry, I'm almost positive he and I are one and done. He surprised me because I never expected that big hairy guy would be as sexy as he turned out to be. He's basically heterosexual though, about ninety percent is my guess. When the lunch is prepared, I stop all my musings about boys, and take a shower and then get to bed. Before turning off the light I answer four text messages that came in during my date with Ray, and now it's time for sleep. Thursday morning it's a hot sunny day. Big lawns again today so all the mowers are on the truck providing the opportunity for Seth and me to act like monkeys in heat with each other. We do everything but openly have sex including many tongues in ears, making out, and groping each other until we both have boners every time we get to a new job site. Awesome good time with Seth, him giving me those longing eyes look, longing for sex. He needs to study again tonight, and tomorrow night I'm going out with Robby, then Ray Saturday and probably Robby again on Sunday. Seth and I have a date for next Monday, which seems like a long way off considering that we've got each other pretty much aroused today on the truck. And I've noticed Lee has stopped his sexual innuendoes to me. I guess he got tired of the game. I'm now sure it was a teasing game and that Chubby was right, Lee was just messin' with me because I'm gay. He never did it in a mean way though. It was always with a grin. Jerry's acting like my best friend now, but without sexual overtones of any kind so he's still good to his word. Robby's finally got himself a good crew now and one that looks to stay together until the end of the summer. Things are good and I'm also looking forward to giving some of the posse boys haircuts after work. They're a good group of guys and I enjoy cutting their hair and being close to them while I'm doing it. My ongoing research regarding boy's individual scents gets a workout giving all the guys haircuts, and now I get to shampoo their hair too before cutting it. It's a fun hobby for me and I kinda like the accolades I get from them for giving good, free haircuts. Half the guys don't have full or part time jobs so they get money for their haircut from their parents and pocket it. The guys who earn money and are expected to pay for their own haircut don't need to now so everyone likes this arrangement. Something in it for all of us. Today's one of those good fast moving workdays and then driving home with Chubby, he says, "Damn, I'm glad you talked me into this job, Dylan. The guys are cool, we're overpaid, and we've got great tans." I say, "And we get to work outside and we like our boss." "It's a winner, bro, no doubt about it. And how about that turn around for our newest employee. Jerry's turning out to be a damn good team player and after the first two days I thought it was going to be another one of those unfortunate situation were we'd need to get physical." I go, "Glad it didn't come to that." Of course, only Jerry and me know the real reason Jerry's changed his attitude for the better and it'll stay between us two. Ah, sometimes things go good. Even though there's no Ryan, and I miss Dodger and Connor, overall things are good. In the condo I grab a Coke and then get the barber equipment out. Then bring the shampoo, towels, and hair dyer down to the half bath in the finished basement, and set the chair up in there like Jerry did the other day. This will be fun. to be continued... 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