Date: Fri, 5 Apr 2013 07:56:57 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 8 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 8 by Donny Mumford Ryan and I fall asleep in each other's arms and I have a dream about getting a haircut from Willie, who has no idea how to cut hair; in the dream he's wearing a blindfold and we're on the beach at Wildwood. I'm not sure how I know it's the Wildwood beach or why I was tied-up for my haircut. I wake during the dream, which is why I remember it; the digital clock on Ryan's nightstand reads 4:13. I scramble over to the sleeping Ryan, who rolled away from me while sleeping, and put my arm over his side, spreading my fingers on his chest, then I hug him against me. My nose is in his soft hair at the back of his head; his scent an aphrodisiac to me anymore. Inhaling his subtle boyish odor while clutching him against my chest turns my dick from firm to a full fledged boner; it's pressed between the top of his buttocks and my belly. The last time we slept together, the only other time we slept together actually, I woke him in the night and he fucked me while both of us were ridiculous hot for one another. He's sleeping deeply now though, so it doesn't appear we'll have a repeat performance. His body is a nice tight little package to hug; his smallness gives me the sense of having a macho body by comparison, although I don't. Damn, I love how he smells! His attractiveness to me is a mystery, but since I need to give up my hound dog ways, my deep feelings for him are a blessing as I'm not suited for just one sexual partner yet. When I'm older I'll see how that goes. Having said that, I wouldn't trade my love affair with Robby for anything, but at the same time what's wrong with occasional sex on the side? Robby wants me to be true only to him, but he accepts Ryan and me having sex together as a compromise. This works for him only as long as I promise not to stray from our threesome. I've kept my word about that so far although I'd still like to do a little alley catting around every now and then. The urge is still in me to taste the fruit of another and I swear I don't see why that's so wrong. Exceptions were made to my promise of exclusively keeping my sex within our threesome; the only exception allowed is for the Army boys, Dodger and Connor. They're going in the Army next week so Rob and Ryan okayed me keeping a promise I made to Connor about a sexy goodbye, which I'll fulfill sometime Saturday. Dodger is Robby's brother so it's okay that he gives me his goodbye fuck. But, after Connor I'll never again have sex on the side except with Ryan. That will probably be true as long as our threesome lasts; after that it'll be just Rob and me forever. Hmmm, I don't know if I like the sound of that, but it is what it is. Well, Robby and me both have Ryan for the time being and I live in the present so I'm happy for now. I love Ryan and I love, love, love getting sexually fucked by him. Great cock on that kid and a near perfect form of dominance too. I call it cute dominance because Ryan doesn't have a mean bone in his body, just that awesome bone between his legs. I've got him in my arms at the moment, so, "Mmmmm," I smell him again with my nose at the back of his neck this time. Nice! The next thing I know it's Friday morning and Ryan's gently shaking me, "Dylan, wake-up, it's five thirty." I go, "Huh? Wha...? Oh, hi Ryan, good morning." He smiles at me as we lay in bed face to face, then he asks, "How'd you get out of my arms last night?" I go, "It wasn't on purpose, I can assure you of that." Ryan rubs my shoulders and back, quietly saying, "Waking up and seeing your incredibly cute face was such a treat, Dylan. A thrill in the morning, fer sure. Ya wanna move in with me at my house and be my roommate?" I grin, mumbling, "Nice thought," as I'm rubbing the palm of my hand on his arm, saying, "You have the most huggable body," then I squeeze his nose, "And the cutest fucking nose too. Hey, where are your glasses? You look even cuter in them." He scoots over and gets his arm around my neck pulling my head over to rub his cute nose back and forth on mine, and then we're kissing and our bodies squirm on the bed until we're touching from head to toe. Ryan does his sexually amazing kiss and then sucks on my top lip, then my tongue. He laps up the front of my nose a half dozen times and I moan clutching his body against mine with my leg going over his to pull us tighter together. We went to bed naked and skin against skin is sexy beyond words. He's sexy beyond words too, and I'd like to gobble him up. Another long luscious kiss, his lips are against my ear as he whispers, "Lick my feet again, Dylan, like you did the other time." I gulp and try to speak, but I'm already too aroused, so all I can do is gulp again and under the covers I go. His scent is strong here, it's been captured by the sheets and blanket. I lick down his body whimpering at how hot it gets me to do this submissive act. My nose drags on his skin as I get to his pubic hairs and lick through them to his cock. It's hard and I take it in my fingers to stroke it a few times, then put it in my mouth to suck for a minute. It's delicious, but I'm on a mission to lick Ryan's feet so I take his big boner from my mouth and lick his nuts and then down the inside of his thigh, which gets him squirming on the mattress. He lets out a long, quiet, "Mmmmmmmmm, aaaaahhhh," as his leg presses against my tongue. Ryan has long legs for being only five foot, seven inches tall, and perfectly shaped calves. He has fine, short hair below his knees, which I lick on my way to his feet. By now my feet are on my pillow as I've turned completely around under the covers. As I lick Ryan's feet and toes, he does the same to my feet. He's moving his tongue on my instep the same way he does when he's kissing, and the combination of me licking his feet and him licking mine has me squirming as much as Ryan, groping my boner in deep sexual arousal. When I've licked and sucked both his feet I lick up his other leg, and again switch position with my feet, wet with Ryan's saliva, back to the bottom of the bed. I'm sucking on his knee with my cock aching, but in a good way, the skin stretched oh so tightly. I moan in my throat, leaving his knee to lick up his thigh and again lick his balls and then suck his cock. A long string of pre cum drools on my tongue; the wetness on the sheet is my own pre cum. Ryan lifts the covers, muttering, "I'm going to cum," so I take his cock from my mouth and scoot up to Ryan and he holds my head between his hands; we french kiss before he again does his uniquely sexy way of kissing me. Whimpering with desire I hear Ryan murmur, "I know, Dylan, me too" referring to my desire. He goes, "Roll up on your side." I do that with his arm under the side of my neck, the palm of his hand on my chest. He guides his granite boner to my asshole and spreads the lips; I feel the wetness as it's forced in past my sphincter muscle. Biting my knuckle I'm attempting to keep from squealing with pleasure as Ryan gently pushes his swollen cock further inside me. He's giving my rectum time to accommodate it, and his long fat boner requires a lot of accommodating too. It's an awesome big cock and I've come to love the feel of it inside me, and that's even when Ryan and I get so hot for each other he can't resist slamming it in my ass, hurting me for a few minutes. I gladly accept the early pain knowing the thrilling sexual pleasure that's just around the corner; my rectum expand as necessary allowing the awesome sensation of anal sex to roll over me. All the better when the sex is with an awesomely cute boy who loves me. I've no more doubt about Ryan's love than Rob's. And, I don't know why I often refer to him as Rob when I'm with Ryan; I can't explain it. Ryan's fully inside me so his free arm goes over my side to hug my stomach above my boner's head, and then pulls me tightly against him getting another half inch of cock up my rectum... we both do quiet, "Aaaaah, mmmm," sounds of sexual pleasure. He kisses the side of my neck and them builds a hickey there while doing gentle humps of his hips that cause me to whimper with the indescribable pleasure of his lips and tongue on my neck, his aroma surrounding me, the feel of his sweet body, and especially his perfect cock up my ass; it's beyond description. His cock has become my favorite cock and Ryan's a natural 'top', which is ironic because he thought he was a submissive until we met. Maybe he always wanted to be a 'top', but felt he was unworthy. Teenagers can label themselves nerds if that's how they feel their peers think of them. Being on the small side, and wearing glasses, can be misleading as it is in Ryan's case; he's no more of a nerd than I am, and no one's ever called me a nerd. My brother and me would have kicked the shit out of whoever made that mistake. With his boner fully up my ass, feeling fantastic, Ryan finishes the hickey on the side of my neck, and he did it without taking it to the annoying stage like some dominant sex partner I could name, and I'm not referring to Robby. Robby sometimes takes it too far because he's under the impression it makes him dominant, but that's my fault. Ryan says in my ear, "Ya got my hickey on your neck now, Dylan, and I'm pretending it makes you mine. I'd like to make you mine, that's if I could do it without hurting Rob." I murmur, "I'm your's when it's just you and me, Ryan, and I like it that way. I also like that you want me to be yours." He whispers, "That is so sweet, Dylan, thank you." He withdraws his cock almost all the way, his swollen cock head pulling back the lips of my anus, then he slides his cock all the way back inside me with me moaning, "Oooooohhhh, that feels so good, Ryan." Again the slow withdrawal and slow insertion as my shoulders shudder. Ryan begins a steady thrusting now and I'm biting my bottom lip going, "Ahh, ahh, ahh," with each drive up my ass. My cock is against my belly, hard and wet with pre cum as Ryan makes low humming sounds of pleasure for three or four minutes of delicious steady thrusting; his cock gets fatter the more he does it and the helmet head of that big organ stimulates my prostate going in and pulling back. I'd like to stroke my cock, but I love having my orgasm fucked out of me. When I feel it building, I start humping back into his trusts, Ryan pulls it all the way out, and says, "I want you on your back now." Oh my God, I love the way he said that; no hesitating or asking if I want to be fucked on my back... just, 'I want you on your back now.' Perfect! I roll over onto my back as Ryan strokes his cock, saying, "Hold your legs back and keep 'em spread." When I do that he says, "Pull back harder on your legs so you asshole is up for me," as I do that, I ask, "Would you put your glasses on, Ryan? I love looking at you wearing glasses; it's cute." He grins, reaching over to the night stand for his glasses. Putting them on he's grinning, asking, "Better?" I go, "You're cute with or without them, but I like seeing you fog up the lenses." He's up on his knees, walking on them getting close to me. His fingers take hold of his cock, shiny with his pre cum, and he guides it to my anus again. This time he slides it all the way in as I go, "Mmmmmm," with my lips tight together closing my eyes to absorb the sensation, then, "Oooh, I love your boner, Ryan, kiss me." With me fully impaled on his boner he lays on me and my arms go around his neck. With me straining my face to his we do a long sloppy lover's kiss that continues as Ryan humps his hips doing four inch thrusts deep in my rectum and I'm moaning in my throat as we kiss and fuck together; it's so beautiful I get tears in my eyes. Ryan's so full of love and he fucks me so good I'm soon doing my familiar squirming under him in a sea of sexual pleasure; pleasure that increases until it's almost overwhelming my sense's. We continue kissing and sucking on each other's mouth, tongue, and lips; my tongue exploring the inside of his cheeks and his tongue sliding against mine, and that, plus the ceaseless stimulation of hundreds of sensitive pleasure points in my rectum from the friction of his awesome cock has me moaning his name as I writhe under him. And then the sensations do overwhelm my senses as my orgasm builds to a crescendo and I blubber in his mouth as cum spurts from my cock wetting both our stomachs. My hips hump as Ryan drives his cock faster now. Another long stream of cum from my cock is so intense I almost pass out with sexual sensations scrambling my brain. Ryan's grunting desperately as he lifts up, supporting himself by his arms, and humps into me hard until a sharp stream of spunk batters my bowels, then another as my rectum feels the extra warmth and slipperiness. Ryan's making a quiet squealing sound as he's wildly fucking me. It goes on for another minute as I squirm on the mattress pulling on my boner with drools of cum running down my fingers. Then all is calm as the wonderful sexual feelings of orgasm slowly dissolve leaving love behind and us clinging to each other, sweaty and contented. Little kisses on the side of Ryan's face, as I murmur words of love. That was a wonderful lover's fuck, and really nobody does it better. He's breathing deeply as he smiles at me, withdrawing his cock from my ass. We get side by side, facing each other, our faces two inches apart. Ryan's still smiling his cute smile as he goes, "You say the nicest things to me, Dylan. You're the nicest person I've ever meant; nicer than my grandmother even and that's saying something right there. Thank you." I go, "Well, that was a pretty nice thing you just said to me too." I'm running my fingers through his hair asking Ryan the same thing Robby's always asking me, "Do you love me as much as I love you, Ryan?" He does his fast head nod, saying, "Absolutely. You and me are deeply in love and I've no doubt about that. I can't believe it, except I do. I never would have dreamed you would love me like you do; it's a miracle." I go, 'Don't be silly, you're easy to love. I can't believe those dominant sex partners of your's didn't fall in love with you." He kisses me on my lips quickly, giggling, "You make me feel so good, Dylan. Those guys were too in love with themselves to love anyone else. I didn't like them, but I conned myself into thinking I loved them, if you can believe that." I go, "Yeah, I can believe that because it happened to me once too." Then we kiss for another five minutes before the adult one of us; that would be Ryan, says, "Damn, we gotta get moving Dylan. First a quick shower together, then brush our teeth and we'll get dressed." I ask, "Can I use your toothbrush? I think that's sexy." He says, "Sure," but doesn't ask to use mine, which is a little disappointing. That's the only thing approaching disappointing since I walked into his bedroom last night. We do the bathroom stuff, including using the toilet, in private. When we're dressed and ready to go, I say, "I gotta make lunch for you, me and, Chubby." Ryan looks worried, "I'm not sure we have a lot of lunch fixings in the refrigerator." I go, "You got plenty, actually. I brought it with me and your dad put it in the refrigerator." He kisses my cheek, muttering, "I should have known you wouldn't forget. That's another quality I admire about you; you're wicked dependable." I go, "I know, I'm awesome like that," and we're in each other's arms again for a sixty second make-out that normally would have created a boner in my pants, but just being fucked so well, I only get a stiffy that I grope as we go downstairs, then into the kitchen. Nobody's up yet, so we're alone. Ryan gives me a glass of orange juice and pours one for himself. Then makes us coffee and comes up with some store bought donuts that aren't too bad. He gets the mustard and cuts the rolls, then I fill each one with a third of the thinly sliced ham, minus the slices Ryan and I eat while making the sandwiches. Each sandwich gets two slices of Swiss cheese, Ryan and I eat the rest along with our donuts and coffee. Great breakfast that includes a little from each of the important food groups. These subs sandwiches are twelve inches long so they'll be plenty for lunch, especially with the sixteen ounce Cokes, the family size bag of Lays potato, and the ten dollar container of fancy iced cookies. Yum! We wrap the subs in plastic wrap, put them in the bag I brought them over here in, and then get goofy kissing and squirming against one another until the front of our pants are poking out. Gasping, I put my lips on Ryan's ear and say, "Fuck me you sexy boyfriend. He takes my hand and leads me to the powder room where we both pull our pants down and I lean over with my hands on the sink. Ryan fucks me hard with both of us making muffled grunting sound. When I climax Ryan's little hand covers my mouth and keeps my squeal inside this small room. My orgasm is a mere two squirts; after it Ryan continues to hump me, his arms tight around my belly. Ninety seconds later he pumps a decent load of cum up my ass. I'm still hot for him so I squeak out, "Let me suck your cock." With a hand on each of my shoulders he presses down and I go on my knees and suck on his cock while he fondles my head and shoulders. A minute of that and he says, "We gotta go, Dylan, or we'll be doing pushups again for being late." He wipes drooling cum from my ass with toilet paper and then folds some tissue to put in my jockey shorts and as I pull them up. Dabbing at his dick with a tissue, he pulls his pants up, puts his arm around my neck and we do a sloppy kiss muttering, "Love you," to each over. Flushing the toilet then spotting my two spurts of cum on the front of the sink, Ryan giggles, saying, "Damn, that's not what we wanna leave behind." He wipes it quickly and throws the tissue in the wastebasket, then peeks out the door, mutters, "All clear," and we hustle to the kitchen where I grab the lunch bag. Ryan grabs the keys to his mom's car and down the steps to the cellar we go, then out the door to the garage. In the car, as the automatic garage door goes up, he looks at me grinning, mumbling, "That last fuck was an awesome idea, Dylan. Now we're set for the day." I go, "Well, till lunch anyway," and he backs the car out of the garage and we're off to work. During the ride we exchange grins and a couple of times Ryan holds his right hand out and we hold hands for awhile, but we don't talk; just enjoy being together. Pulling into the Dickers Landscaping's parking lot, Ryan says, "Pretty nice sleep over for nine year olds." Last night I told him what Chubby said, which Ryan thought was funny, he said, "Not too many nine year olds doing what we're doing." Jeez, it was a great night and a great morning with Ryan. We've been doing what Willie always wanted to do with me, but with Ryan there's a huge difference; I'm in love with him which takes sex to the next level. We get changed into our uniforms and out to the blacktop in time to have a cigarette. Chubby's talking with the taciturn Derek, as William comes over and asks Ryan, "Are you gay too, like your friend Dylan here," nodding his head in my direction. He's very straightforward about things. Ryan gives a startled look, then goes, "No man, I'm uber straight." William looks doubtful about that, so maybe he's seen some of Ryan's and my cuddling in the truck bed. It's frivolous of us, but we can't seem to be able to help ourselves. William leaves it at that, saying to me, "What's it like being gay?" I shrug, asking, "What's it like being straight?" He goes, "Touche, Dylan. Dumb question," as he takes off his baseball cap and scratches his head, then puts the cap back on. He obviously got a haircut after work yesterday, and I guess he just wanted to feel his new style. It's no longer a parted-on-the-side normal hairstyle.His new haircut's not as short as a burr or a flat top except at the crown where the hairs are as short as the hair on the sides and the back and short enough that they stick up. The rest of his brown hair on top is short but combed down forward with one inch bangs brushed to the side a little. Not cool, but everyone can't have a cool haircut; certainly not when they go to Supercuts. Lady barbers don't know how, or don't want to be bothered, to taper the hairs at the neck in back so they just square it off across the back of the neck, like a farmer's home haircut. It's become accepted by those with no style. Little kids, not knowing any better, grow up with haircuts like this and continue into adulthood with doofus haircuts, duh! I ask "New haircut, William?" He goes, "Yeah, I always get a summer cut for working the lawns; it's hot work." I go, "Is that what that is, a summer cut?" He shrugs, saying, "That's what the lady asked me, 'Do I want a summer cut?' so I guess it is." I go, "Huh," but don't mock him because the haircut I'm likely to get from Ryan ain't gonna be anything to write home about either. A baseball cap will not be coming off my head all freakin' summer. Chubby comes over with a big smile, "How's my favorite brother?" I give him the one arm hug with a couple of pats on his back, saying, "Couldn't be better, bro." Chubby looks at Ryan, then says, "I'll bet," then he takes what's left of my cigarette and smokes it, muttering. "Not to talk behind anybody's back, but one of our crew, and it's none of you, ain't real sociable. I say that with confidence because if my charming personality doesn't loosen someone up, that dude is wrapped too tight." William chuckles, and says, "You wouldn't be referring to Rob's assistant by any chance, would you, Jeffrey?" Chub goes, "I'm not naming names, Billy Lee, but I'm not saying it isn't him either." William mumbles, "Very cryptic of you, Jeffrey," as Robby comes out of his supervisor's morning meeting and calls us over for a pep talk. Then we load the truck and we're on our way. Ryan and I huddle together on one side of the big ride-on mower and William and Chubby are on the other side. I can hear them bantering and snickering together, but I can also partially see them which means they can see us too, so no hanky panky for Ryan and me. He does hold my hand though. He hides our held hands between my right thigh and his left, so that's nice. We occasionally whisper something sexy to each other; Ryan can be quite clever with his little quips. He's gets me laughing, mostly because the things that come out of his potty mouth don't go with his innocent, cute, choirboy face. While we're working the second lawn of the morning, Robby takes our coffees orders, collecting the money for it as he goes from guy to guy; then he sends William to pick up the food and drinks we all ordered. The job's completed before William gets back so we all huddle in the shade with Robby, of all people, telling us a joke. Maybe he looked up some jokes because Chubby made that remark that our boss needs to tell us worker bees a joke so we'll know he's a regular guy. Chubby was kidding of course because he already knows Robby's better than a regular guy. Anyway, we light cigarettes as Robby tells his joke: "An eight year old girl wants to take her doggie for a walk, but her dad knows the dog's in heat. The dad thinks for a second, not wanting to discuss the 'heat' situation with his little girl, or disappoint her either. He gets the idea to pour a little gasoline on the dog's rear end figuring it will cover her scent. The little girl watches her dad pour a little gasoline on her doggie's rear end, and then happily takes her dog for a walk. She returns a little later without the dog. Dad wants to know where the dog is. She says, 'She ran out of gas, but our neighbor's dog is pushing her home.'" That's kinda funny, and Robby delivered it pretty good so we're all chuckling except for Derek, who's starting to get on my nerves. Ryan laughs with us, them leans in to me, saying, "I don't get it, Dylan, do you?" He's so cute. I say, "No, no I don't, but we love Rob so we laugh." He smiles like all is right with the world. God, he's cute, so I hug him around his neck for a few seconds with him leaning against me. Of course I got the joke, but now I'm checking Rob to see if he noticed Ryan and me cuddling again. He doesn't, saying, "Okay, here's another one." It's a new side of Robby, this joke telling; guess he's feeling confident with his troops and I love him for that. He goes: "It's way back in 1957 when Bobby goes to pick up his girlfriend. She's not ready so her father asks what Bobby's planning on doing tonight. Bobby says they're going to a movie and the father suggest Bobby and his daughter screw too. Bobby's a bit startled, but the father tells him his daughter loves to screw, really loves to do it. Bobby's eyes light up as he shrugs, and says, "Sure, I can handle that." The daughter and Bobby leave and fifteen minutes later she's back slamming the front door screaming, "Dammit Daddy, it's called the twist!" We all exchange glances, Ryan asks, "What's the twist, Rob?" He blushes, saying, "My dad told me that one. The twist was apparently a dance back in the day." Chubby goes, "Contemporary jokes only, Robby." Rob blurts out a laugh, mumbling, "I suck at telling jokes," as William arrives with our coffees. "Saved by the bell," I mumble. We get our coffees and Ryan says to me, "I still don't get it; screw or twists?" I go, "It's a deeply intellectual joke, Ryan, with many subtleties; very sophisticated stuff." He goes, "You're full of it; it just sucked as a joke." I mutter, "Yeah, that too," as we grin at each other. We sip our coffees, then light another cigarette as Ryan asks, "Wasn't this morning when we woke up in bed together ultra hot, Dylan?" I go, "Volcanic heat, Ryan. You're the sexiest kid I've ever known." He goes, "Really, Dylan?" I say, "Yeah, really!" In the afternoon William and I are working the leaf blowers and I swear I catch him looking me over a couple of times. Then our eyes meet and he maintains eye contact too long to be appropriate for a straight boy. I think, "Uh oh," break eye contact and go back to blowing the grass clippings off the walk. We finish that and as we're putting the leaf blowers away, William brazenly asks, "Ya ever mess around doing gay stuff with a straight guy?" I go, "Um, whaddya mean?" He says, "You know, suck a straight guy's dick or take it in your backdoor from a straight guy; that sort of thing." I go, "No, I haven't, why do you ask?" He says, "Hey, no offense intended, Dylan. I thought I notice you checking me out, that's all. Anytime you need a straight boy to straighten you out, I'd be happy to oblige you. You're cuter than the girls I date," and he gooses me, adding, "Ya got a hotter ass than them too. Just saying..." and he's smiling and keeping it light banter. I ask, "Are you bisexual, William?" He says, "No, no, nothing like that. I'm fucking kidding with you. I have a gay best friend and we break each others balls all the time. I'm teasing you 'cause I like you; you're a likable guy, that's all. And call me 'Lee', if you want. All my friends do." I go, "Oh, sure, I knew you were kidding, Lee." Hmmm, Derek said he has a gay friend too. He told me that on Tuesday when he told me to sit up front with him as he drove the truck. Robby was interviewing guys to fill Dodger's spot. I wonder if all straight guys say they have a gay friend when talking to a gay guy; you know, to show them they don't have a problem with gays. Lee and me walk back to help load the grass clippings. He's kidding with me, my ass. That was a come on of major proportions. This ain't my first rodeo. Yeah, but the crew is developing chemistry and I'm not going to rock the boat with this silliness; I'll keep it to myself. That being said, it's hot imaging being in Lee's strong arms, my face against a two day growth of his beard and later his big shoulders hovering over me with my legs in the air as he pumps my ass with his large cock. Of course he might have a small cock; just because he's got a macho build doesn't mean he's hug like a bull. Hell, little Ryan has a cock like I'd imagine Lee would have. It'd be disappointing to discover Lee has a small or even average size cock. And why am I fantasizing about this? Maybe I'm a little flattered he came on to me, which is what he did. Doing it kiddingly is the way to do exploratory dialogue alright. He'd be a change of pace from the cute slim boys I usually go for. Whoa, I'm getting a boner just thinking about it. Lee would definitely be dominant; it's his personality. What would it be like getting fucked by an honest to god stud? And he's good looking too; not cute, but good looking in a handsome, macho way. If he actually has a gay buddy, I wonder if he and his gay bud do it? Bet they do. Looking over at him as he puffs on a cigarette, I gotta admit to myself he's pretty fuckin' hot. Hmmm? In the old days I'd have probably taken him up on his offer and wouldn't that have been something. Ryan interrupts my fantasizing, "That weed whacker gets heavy after a while. It's a bitch; my biceps are gonna look like your guns by the end of the summer, Dylan." I look at him and smile, thinking, 'What the hell am I daydreaming about Lee for when I got my sexy Ryan and the love of my life Rob going for me?'. Still, the urge for variety is in me so no use kidding myself. This is where will power comes in. Wish I had a little more of it though. I say, "You're guns are awesome like they are, sexy," and squeeze the back of his neck. His shoulders shudder as he mumbles, "That gave me awesome chills, Dylan." He grins at me and stands too close. I go, "Let's help get the stuff on the truck," and that's what we do. Riding to our last job before lunch Ryan's almost in my lap. Because of the truck and traffic noise, he puts his lips to my sweaty ear, and says, "I love the way you love me, Dylan. Your love for me is almost like a living thing that I can feel, like it has substance. Can you feel my love for you?" I look at his face filled with anticipation, like my answer is earth shattering. I say into his sweaty ear, "Yes, I can feel your love, Ryan. Ain't love grand?" He says, "It's better than grand, it's by far the best thing that's ever happened to me. I wish you and me could be together all the time; every night too." I smile at him and squeeze the back of his neck again, thinking, 'Guess I've moved up to the number one spot with Ryan. That information I'll keep to myself because I like that Rob is so happy lately and I'm not gonna be the one to screw that up'. After finishing the last lawn of the morning, we're loading the truck when Lee gives me a shoulder squeeze pulling me against him, asking, "Do ya mind if I eat with you guys? Derek's a grumpy pain in my ass." I go, "Sure thing, Lee. Did you guys have an argument or something?" He goes, "No, not really, he never talks. Hey, you got a tight body for being so skinny," and another squeeze against him. Well, I figured he had strong arms and this confirms it. His body's like a solid rock too. I ask, "Did you play football, or lift weights?" He goes, "Yes, and yes. Why?" I go, "You're built like a brick shithouse, that's why." He laughs, then asks, "Hey, are you coming on to me a little?" I'm like, "No! I'm just making conversation," as I try to struggle out of his grasp. He chuckles and holds me against the side of his body easily with one arm. Robby appears out of nowhere, saying, "Let's save our energy for the job, guys," but the tone in his voice when he said that made it sound like he was actually saying, 'Get your fucking arm off my boyfriend!' Lee looks pissed for a second, then startled. He lets me go, mumbling, "Just boys being boys, Rob. Where we eating lunch?" Robby dials it down, saying, "I'm driving us to the picnic grounds a mile from here. It's shady, and the supervisors are gathering there. Lets mount up and get going." I start to climb up on the truck bed and see Chubby giving Lee a 'look'. He must have seen the end of it when I was struggling to get away. If so, he'd also have seen Robby coming over to Lee and me. I wink at Chubby and he waves sitting back down at his place in the back of the truck. It's nice having two body guards. Obviously it's macho Lee who's 'coming on to me', not the other way around. Damn, that body of his is something. I'm adventurous and like trying new things, but not if it means I could lose Rob or Ryan. The lunch Ryan and I made this morning is a big hit with all three of us, although Ryan can't finish his sub. I finish it for him, getting a boner when I eat the part of the sub where Ryan stopped chewing on it. I've got it bad for him. Maybe it's just the relative newness of our relationship that's got us so hot for one another. I'm trying to think if I ever went through a period where I had the hots for Robby like this. Maybe after I saw him fucking Ryan that time. Rob seemed like 'the man' after that. Yeah, that plus him openly taking on another boyfriend, that really got my attention and increased the heat I felt for him, and it hasn't gone down since. It's just that it can't compare with how hot I am for Ryan. This is a real puzzle; I'd love to understand it, but maybe it's unknowable like one of those subconscious things that baffle us all. Lee's very chatty at lunch; him and Chubby get all of us laughing with that 'Billy Lee' and 'Jeffrey' stuff. Ryan and I exchange hot glances every now and then across the table. We'd rather sit next to each other, but Chubby and Lee sat across from each other so we couldn't very well sit next to Chubby and make Lee feel like an outcast. Plus, it would look odd, and obvious too. Speaking of outcasts, Derek's sitting in the cab of the pickup eating his lunch with a cell phone at his ear. He actually laughs at something one time I glance at him; that's a first. Then I see Robby talking with him and, as we're eating the ten dollar cookies, Robby comes over and says, "Hi guys. Um, all the supervisors need to hear a presentation from some local agency about safety, so Derek's in charge this afternoon. I gave him a revised schedule switching some smaller lawns from Monday to today because he'll be driving the ride-on instead of me, and that means there'll be one less guy doing all the other stuff. I'll see you all tomorrow morning. Derek will pass out your assignments when he's done eating." We all mutter our 'goodbyes' and Robby gets in a pickup with another supervisor driving, and they take off. Chubby's ragging on me about how sucky my ten dollar cookies are when Derek comes over, and says, "Lunch is over. You all need to clean up this mess and get your asses on the truck; lets get to work." Chubby goes, "We still got ten minutes, Derek." Derek says, "Not by my watch. The truck leaves in two minutes, whoever's on it goes to the next job with me." He turns around and goes back to the truck. Lee says, "Well, this is just bullshit, ain't it Jeffrey?" Chubby goes, "Lets all just sit here and see if he actually leaves by himself." Ryan looks at me to see what I'm going to do. I'm worried it would make Robby look bad if we do that, so I say, "Oh, come on. We'll get on the truck and I'll complain to Rob about our shorten lunch break later. Okay?" Everyone shrugs except Ryan, who says, "Good idea, Dylan." Chubby chuckles knowing Ryan's got the hots for me, but I don't think he knows the feeling's mutual. Then he says, "Oh, okay. I gotta stick with my big brother; come on Billy Lee, we'll mutiny some other time." Lee mumbles, "I'm just going with the majority, but he cut our lunchtime short," and we all dutifully climb into the truck bed and take our seats in the usual spots. Ryan immediately takes my hand snuggling up tight; he looks at me grinning and I grin back. His grin's contagious. Sometimes he acts like a little kid and other times there's no question he's in charge; he's awesome like that. A very versatile lad.The rest of the day Derek's extremely bossy, but's an equal opportunity bossy; no one gets preferential treatment and no one gets worse assignments than anyone else, plus he works harder than any of us. In short, he's a hard boss, but fair. As a result of Derek pushing us we get back to the company headquarters before any other crew. Derek says, "Nice job this afternoon everyone." It'd be awkward complaining about him to Robby, it'd sound like petty complaints, except for the thing about him cutting our lunch short. In the locker room Ryan goes directly into the bathroom, as Chubby asks me, "What was that thing with Billy Lee?" I go, "I don't know. It's almost like he was coming on to me, but I don't want to makes waves by telling Robby that. For one thing I'm not at all sure he was coming on to me 'cause he said he was teasing, and he claims to be straight. Do you think he could be bisexual?" Chubby shrugs, muttering, "Who knows, everybody's wearing a disguise so it's hard to be sure about anything. You know, everyone tells the truth except when they lie; it's like that." Sarcastically I go, "That's very deep, and very helpful too." He squeezes my hand smiling, mumbling, "I'm always here for ya, Dylan. Always ready to help." I ask, "Were you coming to my rescue when Lee was manhandling me?" Chubby says, "I was monitoring the situation to see if I needed to, but I saw the charging cavalry in the form of your boyfriend and the look on his face gave me confidence he'd handle the situation. But you know, if one of us gets in a tussle with someone, that person may not know it, but he just got himself into a tussle with both of us." I go, "Yeah, that's the way it's always been. We haven't been in a good fight in like forever." Chubby's changed into street clothes already and Ryan is just coming back from the bathroom. Chubby says, "We're pretty much past the fighting age. Fights mostly occur in middle school and some in the early high school years." Ryan says, "Those cookies gave me the runs." Chubby laughs, mumbling, "TMI, Ryan, but those fucking cookies did suck." I mutter, "They were ten bucks." Chubby wants to know, "Ya got a ride home, Dylan?" I look at Ryan, and he says, "Sure, I'll give you a ride, Dylan." Chubby goes, "Good, I can get an early start working my part time job. I might work right through dinner, Dylan. I'll text you," and he's out the door. Ryan's eyes light up as he asks me, "Ya wanna?" meaning do I want to mess around sexy-like. I go, "Well, sure, lets get changed and get outta here." On the way to his car, I ask, "Who's turn with Rob tonight?" Ryan says, "Ha ha, nice try. It's my turn and you know it." We get in the car and buckle up, then Ryan demonstrates his safe driver of the year driving style. I go, "It's your turn with our boyfriend, but it's our turn ever day it seems." Ryan goes, "Ain't it great," and I do his fast head nod while adjusting my crotch, saying, "Oh yeah!" Ryan says. "My mom needs her car in a little while so I'm afraid I only have time to give your ass a quick fucking. Are you ready for that, boyfriend?" I love when he gets a little bossy; bossy cute. I go, "You're in charge," and Ryan gets serious, saying, "I believe that now. At first I wasn't sure you meant it, but I can see it works better this way. It's what I was thinking about this very afternoon while working the leaf blower. You're a natural submissive and I'm a natural top and we need to highlight that somehow. We need something that demonstrates your submissiveness to me. Something you need to do everyday or every time you see me to remind you I'm your dom. I don't want it to be something that embarrasses you though, and definitely not something humiliating like I had to do for my doms. When I was submissive to the last guy, he'd never let me look him in the eyes. I had to always keep my head down. I'd never make you do that because it very humbling and it wouldn't work for us anyway because I love looking into your beautiful eyes. We need something that not only reminds you you're submissive to me, but also reminds me that I'm in charge; you know, when it's just you and me. You want it that way and so do I. Never thought I'd get the chance as I've said before, but since I have the chance I'd like to do it correctly. Can you think of anything that demonstrates you're submissive to me?" I'm thinking that with Willie it was my ridiculous haircut and the idea that I'd wear girlie panties all the time, which I'm not mentioning to Ryan, but the haircut angle might satisfy him. I go, "Well, you already told me I'm going to need to have a short burr haircut even though I want a flattop. How 'bout that?" He goes, "And I'll be giving you the short burr haircuts too, but that's more Rob's idea than mine and even if I said you could have a flattop, which I'm not going to do, Rob would veto it anyway. So that's no good." I ask, "Then what?" He says, "Okay, it's up to you to have something figured out by tomorrow; I'm giving you that as an assignment." I say, "Okay, but you're the one with experience with those dominant assholes who mistreated you." "Yeah, but I'd never be like that to you, Dylan; I love you beyond belief. You'll come up with something; it can be almost anything, just think submissively. Or, how 'bout every time you see me, you lower your eyes just until I acknowledge you? It's symbolic, that's all." I go, "Nah, I mean I will if you insist, but I like looking into your eyes too. It's sexy doing that and almost impossible not to do." He goes, "Yeah, you're right." We're pulling up to my condo, I say, "This idea of your's sounds, um, a little silly and kinda childish; no offense intended, Ryan." He says, "Yeah, it does seem silly on the surface, but it works. You like it when I get assertive with you, don't you. I spend most of the time mooning over you because you're so awesome, but when I need to be assertive with you, I can be. Hell, I like doing it and I actually should be doing more of it." I mutter, "Yeah, sure, I like it when you take charge." He says, "Oh my God, when you do what I tell you... um, it gives me the biggest hard-ons ever. It's a blast." I shrug because this sign or whatever it is that acknowledges Ryan's the dom is really no big deal to me; I don't care one way on the other. If it makes Ryan feel good, what's the harm, but it is childish. We're walking up the steps when I get an idea, "Hey, how 'bout I salute you each time I see you, like you're my captain." He goes, "That sounds good. Show me your salute." We stop on the steps and I make my hand flat and touch my forehead, then whip my hand away. Ryan's excited, his head nods up and down quickly, "I love that! Show me again." I do another salute and Ryan hugs me, saying, "It's perfect! It's perfect, just like you." Then he settles down with me grinning at how silly it is, but I like seeing Ryan getting excited. We continue up the steps with Ryan saying, "You'll need to salute me when we first meet each day and whenever we've been separated for longer than an hour. On the job, not so much because we're never separated for an hour. This is perfect, Dylan. Okay now, it's up to you to remember to salute your dom, and there needs to be a penalty if you forget. Hmmm, oh I know, I'll add a paddle for each time you forget to salute me. Is that okay with you?" I hesitantly say, "Um, could it be something else?" He says, "Ten pushups?" I ask, "When would I need to do them?" We're at my front door and I'm unlocking it, when Ryan says, "Yeah, that would be embarrassing for you if you doing pushups when guys are around. I'm gonna stick with adding a paddle on you ass as the penalty for when you forget to salute; I spank you in private." That sounds final, so I murmur, "Alright, but I'm not going to forget to salute; a salute is kind of a cool move anyway and it'll also be a tribute to the Armed Forces." Inside, Ryan says, "That's a good thought. You're gonna be surprised at how effective this symbolic act is; before long you'll be mooning after me instead of me mooning after you. Damn, I really feel good about this. Where's your bedroom?" It's still silly, but Ryan's really psyched about it. He's getting such a charge out of being my dom. I go, "My bedroom's the third door down this short hallway. The first door leads to my mom's bedroom and the second door is her bathroom." Ryan frowns, asking, "Your mom needs to come out of her bedroom to use the bathroom?" I go, "No, she has a door for the bathroom in her bedroom too; it has two entrances." He mumbles, "Cozy place ya got here," and I say, "Everyone's not rich like your family." Ryan says, "Oh, I'm not dissing you at all; I like your condo, Dylan. I know dad has a really good job, but I could be very comfortable here too. Please don't think I'm a snob or something; I'm fortunate, that's all. Would you show me your salute again?" I stop in the hallway, stand straight, and salute Ryan. His eyes are beaming, then he hugs me, "Dylan, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me in my whole life. You're my treasure!" It always makes me feel good when I can make someone as happy as I make Ryan. It's a small thing to me, but to him it's a really big deal. I know it's just my dumb fetish, but acting submissive is fun. Enjoy yourself, and your friends, but do no harm; that's another one of my mottos. Ryan has been stepped-on all his life, but Robby and me are doing a good job of helping him see himself differently. I can see the difference in him already and that's not to infer he was a dork initially, although he might have felt that he was himself. He wasn't though, and I think he's realizing that now, plus I'm having fun with it too. In my bedroom, Ryan says, "Thank you for going along with me by pretending I'm the dominant one for us two." I go, "You don't need to thank me, Ryan. We're both having a good time." He says, "That's for sure, but the sub/dom thing is still mysterious and pretty much unexplainable if you ask me. Being submissive with Rob is almost like a habit for me by now, and I know I'd kiss your ass and be submissive to you if I had to in order for you to be interested in me. Probably it's a carry over from me always being that way in the past." "Why were you submissive if you wanted to be a dominant sex partner?" He says, "Because I thought I had to be that way to get anyone to have sex with me. Kinda a low self image I guess you could say. It's funny that I'm still so submissive to Rob because I get the feeling lately he's not really interested in being dominant anymore; it's like he'd be happy to forget the whole thing. He tries to play at being dominant to please you." I say, "He likes being a little bossy to us now though." Ryan's shrugs and says, "Yeah, but he could easily do without that too." I say, "I don't know, he seems to relish some parts of it now and he said it's helped him have the confidence to be a good supervisor too; he's basically shy ya know. In the big picture though you're probably right though; Rob's better adjusted than we are so he'd prefer being neither dominant nor submissive. Hell, that's the way most people are anyway. I don't know why I get a boner from being submissive to other boys, but I do so I go with the flow. It's not like I feel inferior to anyone; it's all a sexy game to me." Ryan says, "A game that could end with you on a leash being led around naked by your dominant partner." I chuckle, "I've heard that before and I've read that some people do end up like that, but not many. I know myself better than anyone, and I know it wouldn't happen to me." Then I think of my frame of mind in Key West when Willie really poured on the dominance and it got so I was up for anything he wanted me to do. Some of it still carries over, like feeling comfortable walking with Ryan's arm around my waist, or kissing in public, or the ease with which I let Ryan paddle me, or this saluting thing. Yeah, Willie knows how to push all my buttons, but it took him two and a half years to learn how, and he was motivated to do it too. Ryan's got a ways to go to reach that level. And what's the chance there's someone else I meet who's cute and who uniquely fits my model of a great dominant sex partner? That's a long shot. Willie fit those parameters, but only because I met him when I was brand new to gay sex. Ryan fits too, but he's too sweet to take advantage of me and anyway I'm deeply in love with Robby who only plays at being dominant; he's got to work at it actually. Ryan says, "You get more submissive then I ever did and there isn't any reason for you to be that way. I mean, you could have almost any gay boy you wanted without being submissive. I grew up being a nerd so I had to take drastic measures." "Hey, you said you loved being submissive, Ryan." He goes, "Yeah, I thought I did, but now I'm realizing it was a false positive. I thought I loved it because I thought the alternative was no sex. You've showed me that I was wrong about that. It's the reason I'm always thanking you." Hmmm, where's that leave me? Ryan felt he had to be submissive from necessity. I've never felt I needed to be submissive, it's more like I want to be submissive. Maybe I have low self-esteem like Ryan had. If that's the case it's news to me. I've been a 'top' many times in the past; that's how Robby and I started our relationship, and I've been working overtime to switch roles with him ever since. Why is that? From my perspective it's simple: I like being submissive and it has nothing to do with 'necessity' like Ryan claims was his reason; I just like it. Ryan interrupts my musings, "One more salute from you, then standup tall and I'll undress you. Like I said, I've really gotta leave in about ten minutes, so shape-up." That's exactly the kind of bossy thing I like, so I salute a grinning Ryan, then stand up straight like I'm in the Army with Dodger and Connor. I'll bet I'd be a good soldier because I'm good at taking orders. Ryan says, "Hands up!" I put my hands in the air and he starts to take off my tee-shirt, then says, "You're too tall, I can't get your shirt over your outstretched arms." I ask, "What should I do?" Ryan says, "Bend at your waist," so I do that, keeping my arms out in front of me. Ryan chuckles, saying, "You're too much, Dylan. You really get into it, don't ya?" He pulls my shirt off, muttering, "Yeah, how about you stay just like that." He rubs the palms of his hands over my torso, muttering, "You have the hottest body." Playing first with my nipples, then he caresses my face, then lifts my head with his hand cupping my chin and leans down to kiss my lips. "It's ultra cool having an adorable boy like you as a sex partner, one who will do whatever I say. Just stay like that and keep those arms stretched out." He runs the palm of his hands down my arms, muttering, "Love your arms, Dylan. I hope mine look like your's by the end of the summer." Then he stands beside me and hugs me around my stomach laying the side of his face on my back. "You always smell good, Dylan." He gives my back a long kiss, licks my back, smacks my ass twice, then says, "Time is short so you can stand up now, but keep your arms over your head." I stand up straight again as Ryan pulls his shirt off and hugs me with his skinny bare chest against mine. "Oh God, you feel so good and when you're being this submissive to me I sometimes feel like I almost own this body of yours; it feels so good against my skin." With both of us standing up, the side of his forehead is against my top lip with his hair tickling my nose. I get a good whiff of his awesome personal scent, then he puts the side of his face against my chest and hugs me tighter, muttering, "Yeah, I think I'll keep you." Now his hair is tickling my chin. My arms are still in the air or I'd hug him back. Reading my mind, Ryan mutters, "You can put your arms around me now." Dropping my arms I hug his slight frame and his head comes up while I lean mine down and we do one of the sweetest lover's kisses ever. That turns into a three minute make-out that has both of us gasping with boners poking out the front of our shorts. The side of Ryan's head is against my chest again as we both take deep breaths, then he quietly says, "Nobody has ever turned me on like you do, Dylan, and when you act submissive to me it's a double turn-on that's way over the top, and off the charts." He adds, "I'm be more likely the one with a dog collar around my neck, with you holding the leash, if you chose to be dominant to me." I shake my head to clear it, muttering, "That's not likely, Ryan." He chuckles, then kisses my nipple and lets go of me, mumbling, "I gotta finish undressing you, but man I love this body of yours." Unsnapping my shorts he pulls down the zipper, saying, "You know, I had to buy that doggie collar on line; the one you wore in my bedroom. I bought it because my first dom made me, and I had to wear it when I was with him, but he never attached a leash like I did with you." Out of the fog of a minute ago, I take a deep breath, muttering, "What's the big deal with dog collars anyway?" "Oh, it's just another thing submissive's are made to wear to remind them they're submissive to their dom. I've had that fantasy I told you about; the one where I'm the dom and my sub wears a dog collar. I used to jerk off fantasizing about that. Then you made most of my dom fantasy come true, except you're better than my fantasies ever were." I go, "We have fun with our sub/dom sex, but we also have the sweetest lovers sex too." He's got my shorts off, and now pulls down my underpants, as he's hesitantly asking, "Would you ever wear my dog collar again? I'm the only one who ever wore it before you did." I go, "Sure, why not?" He looks up at me, "Really? You'd wear it again?" I chuckle, "Yeah, it's all a game to me, Ryan. I know who I am, I'm totally comfortable with myself. Wearing your dog collar doesn't make me feel inferior at all." "Oh boy!" he says, really excited, "Next time at my house, okay?" He's still kneeling down holding my underpants at my feet. I say, "Yeah, okay." His heads nodding up and down real fast like a bobble head toy, saying, "Yeah, it's no big deal to you, but it is to me," then he takes my dick in his fingers and puts it in his mouth and gobbles it fully into his mouth, like I saw him do with Robby's cock that time. Oh man, can this kid suck cock! I soon have a wicked hard boner, and he's kneading by balls gently as he sucks my cock getting both my nuts tingling and buzzing. After a minute I'm going up on my toes panting and running my fingers through his soft hair. I thought I was good at sucking cock, but Ryan's making me look like an amateur. He does it sorta the way he kisses. Holy shit! I'm going, "Un, un, un, oh my gawd, oh, oh, oh," and I spew cum in his mouth as he keeps stoking and sucking and tonguing my boner. Another long spurt of cum is sucked from my nuts with me arching my back moaning, "Aaaaaahhhh!" Still he sucks and swallows as I'm shooting little spurts of cum, dizzy with climaxing sensations all around groin. Different from the sensations when I have an orgasm when being fucked, but awesome too. Oh my god, that was something! So fast and quick, no wonder I'm dizzy. Ryan looks up at me, his glasses fogged up, cum on his chin, a smile on his lips around my dick as he gropes himself. "Awesome," is all I can mutter at the moment. He takes my cock from his mouth, sits back on his ankles, and says, "That's how I do it for Rob," I just nod my head, thinking, 'No wonder Rob fell for him. Doing a little cough, I say, "Jesus, that was beyond belief." Ryan's grinning to beat the band. He kisses my soggy dick, then stands up groping his boner; there's a pre cum spot next to his fly. He says, "That's my thank you for agreeing to wear my dog collar. I put it on you whenever we're at my house. Sometimes I sleep in it remembering the old days. I was pretty submissive back then, but this is waaaay better! I learned to suck cock like that from instructions my older dom gave me; same for kissing. There's sorta an art to it." I mutter, "I'll say," still feeling a buzzing in my nuts. Ryan says, "I got pretty talented after a while. Do you want to taste your cum? It's really good; I knew it would be." I go, "Sure," and we kiss. I don't taste anything but Ryan's awesome saliva. After the kiss, he says, "You take my pants off now. Then get on all fours and I'll fuck you doggie style in honor of the dog collar you'll be wearing." I mutter, "Sure," and he says, "I'm close to having an orgasm already 'cause you have a tasty cock, so it'll be a fast fuck. It was fun sucking a regular size dick again." I guess he's referring to Rob's. Getting on my knees I pull his pants down, then pull his underwear down and his boner bobs up and down. Real hard already. I stroke it for him, then ask, "Is it okay if I suck it a little?" Ryan says, "No. Kiss my ass instead, both cheeks, then rim me good. I had the runs from those damn cookies so you should be really submissive by the time you've licked my asshole clean." That almost puts me in one of my submissive frames of mind. I walk on my knees behind Ryan and give each butt cheeks a long wet kiss with some tongue. Ryan has random hairs on his ass and hair around his anus. Spreading his ass cheeks I lick the hairs flat against his butt cheeks and there is a strong acrid taste from shit he missed when he wiped himself. Lapping over his asshole there's a very distinct taste and odor of shit on my tongue and in my nose now. This is so submissive I soon slip into a trance-like frame of mind like Ryan said I would, with my dick firming up again. My nose is plastered in his ass crack as I really go at his asshole with my tongue until there's no more taste of anything. Ryan bends forward giving me full access. Lapping up his crack, clearing out all traces of shit remnant and then Ryan's personal scent is back and I inhale deeply. I'm cleaning my dom's ass with my tongue, wishing I was wearing his dog collar as I do it. My arms wrap around each of his thin thighs as I work my tongue inside his hole and taste shit again. Hope it doesn't upset my stomach. Licking, sucking and kissing his anus I lose touch with time and place, my eyes close and moans comes from my throat. This is the ultimate submissive act. Finally Ryan says, "Stop, I'm going to cum. Get your submissive ass around in front of me on your hands and knees." My cock throbs; I'm deep into my fetish wondering how I got here so quickly. Walking on my hands and knees I get in front of Ryan and lift my ass for him. He mounts me right away. Wetness from his pre cum hits my anus first. Then his big fat cock heads spreads the lips and he humps the head of his cock past my sphincter muscle, smacking my ass hard with his open hand, a loud, "Smack!" Ryan says, "Back up onto my big cock, sub." Doing tiny steps backward on my hands and knees I impale myself on his boner, moaning openly. "You're deeply into submission to me now, ain't ya? How's it feel?" I'm barely able to moan out, "It feels good, Ryan," and get two more slaps on my ass, "Smack! Smack!" He shouts, "Back up tighter against me!" I force myself against his pubic hairs flattening them against his belly. He grabs my hips and fucks me hard and fast. I'd love to climax again, but there's little chance of that after Ryan's blow-job. He's doing low moans in this throat, really fucking my ass hard. It should have hurt initially, but I'm so deep into this submissive state I never noticed it. Ryan says, grunting between each word, "Rob, un, won't, un, fuck you, un, this, un, un, good." Then he cum's inside my bowels, a long sharp piercing stream and I go, Aghhhhh," almost cuming again myself. Ryan's doing a lot of heavy, noisy breathing as he fucks me driving his boner in his slippery cum. Then he stops and pulls out smacking my ass, saying, "Get around here and get your tongue out." It's Dodger's move all over again. I've been wondering when Ryan would get around to it. I move in a circle on my hand and knees with my tongue way out and my mouth wide open. He slides his sloppy cock in on my tongue, and says, "Suck it clean," which I enthusiastically do. It's still hard, but loosing tightness. I'm doing low whimpers as I suck his cock, then Ryan runs his fingers through my hair dropping his dominant ways, saying, "I'm going to be late, but come over to your bed, Dylan. I want to cuddle you out of your submissiveness. You really let yourself go this time." I start to walk by his side on all fours, but he says, "No, Dylan, standup. We're done with the sub/dom play now. I want the real Dylan, who I love the most. I'm blinking my eyes standing up, like, 'What the fuck...?' Ryan puts his arm around my waist and lays his head on my shoulder, mumbling, "It's easy to get carried away with you. I gotta watch myself." We lay in bed with his arms around me and I have such a deep feeling of love for him, still feeling submissive to him too, but not nearly as much as earlier. That surprises me actually; that I'm still feeling submissive, that is. We were talking and then, what happened, I wonder? Oh yeah, I rimmed him. Ryan's caressing my body with both hands now, the side of my face against his chest. It's so nice, especially with his aroma all around me. Finally I can get out a question, "Will you sleep with me tonight?" Ryan quietly says, "I'd sure like to, Dylan, but it's too soon for another sleep over. My parents might get suspicious and I'm just not ready to come 'out' to them. Plus, I'll be with Rob tonight." I start nagging him, "PLeeeze, Ryan. You can drive over after Rob drops you off. It won't be late because Rob likes to get to bed early. Pleeeze sleep with me." He says, "Not only are you a better submissive then I ever was, but you nag better too. We'll see. Okay? And anyway, tomorrow's Saturday so Rob doesn't need to get to bed early tonight." I cuddle in against him more. He'll give in because he likes sleeping with me as much as I like sleeping with him. He asks, "How'd you get in your trance so quickly? It got me really turned-on and I carried things too far. I hate myself for taking advantage of you. That's what those guys did to me and I promised myself I wouldn't be like that." I mumble, "It's okay, you were just making sure I got the most out of my fetish." He kisses the side of my face, saying, "I love you beyond love I think." I go, "Me too, Ryan." We cuddle for awhile and then make-out until I'm fully out of my submissiveness. Ryan asks, "You okay now, Dylan?" I say, "Yeah, I am. It was me who got carried away, not you, Ryan." He lets go of me, "I really gotta go, Dylan," I mutter, "I know," and we get up and dress. Ryan calls his mom and explains, with a lie, that work ran late today. He listens, then says, "Thanks, mom. Love you too." Then to me, "It's all good. She rescheduled her appointment to get her nails done." I go, "Nails?" He chuckles, "Her fingernails, ya nut. Ladies do that." We kiss goodbye and I salute him getting a big grim from Ryan. Then he's gone. I lay back on the bed thinking about stuff. That was too much submissiveness actually. It's like I got to be with Willie, only this is better. Still, it's too much. Both Ryan and me need to cool the sub/dom stuff; we both like lover's sex better anyway. Damn, I didn't get to cum from being fucked, but that oral sex was amazing. Hmmm, but how'd I get so deeply into submission so quickly? It certainly wasn't because Ryan sucked my dick because there's nothing submissive about getting your dick sucked. The submissive part in that was all Ryan's. Could it be that my brains getting programed to be submissive as soon as Ryan starts the dominant stuff? Like Ryan telling me, 'No!' when I asked to suck his cock, and then him ordering me to kiss his ass and rim him? Sure, that was it, but it was like a light switch being turned on; maybe the frequency of our sex has something to do with the quick submissive state I found myself in. That's what happened in Key West; Willie kept the pressure on constantly. Oh, it was pretty much an awesome time actually. Maybe I worry too much. I take a shower wondering what to eat for dinner, and if Chubby will get home in time to join me. All of a sudden, I'm like, 'Hey, it's my turn tonight, not Ryan's. Getting out my cell phone, I text: 'Robby, it's my turn with you tonight, right?' He texts back, 'It was, but I thought you guys switched. Ryan texted me ten minutes ago to say he's ready." I call Robby, "Robby, Ryan and me got confused. I thought it was his turn too, but it just hit me that it's mine." He says, "I'm sorry, Dylan, but I told Ryan I'd be right over to pick him up. You guys just switch places. You'll be tomorrow night or Sunday night." Oh well, Ryan's fucked me multiple times the last twenty-four hours so a night off will do me good. I'll take the high road, "Okay, Rob, I'll look forward to tomorrow and the party." He says, "Good for you, Dylan, you twins are awesome. I'll call you in the morning so we can discuss the party some more." "Bye Rob, love ya." We hit 'end' and I lay on the bed naked teasing myself with this thought, 'I wonder what Ray's doing tonight... or Lee?' to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Thank you.