Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 16:57:38 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter  80

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


Chapter  80


by  Donny Mumford


The second time I wake up this Friday morning it's because my alarm is
sounding. I'm not nearly as excited about waking up this time as I was earlier
when Robby fucked me so awesomely slow, and now there's no time for that.
Oh  man, that slow dawn sex was daydream material right there. Both Robby and
I are  still naked of course, but he's now laying half on me and half on
the mattress,  and his cock's flaccidly laying on my thigh, not up my ass like
it was when we  fell back to sleep two hours ago. You know, it's actually a
thrill seeing Robby  next to me in bed this morning, and it's inexplicable
to me that I took this  treat of sleeping with him for granted last year in
our Merrimack apartment.  It'll be different this coming year because I've
learned to appreciate what I've  got in Robby as a boyfriend, he's very
special. No one could hope for a more  loving or perfect boyfriend than Robby and
I intend proving that I'm worthy of  him. Stretching, then exhaling a long
breath, I realize we need to get moving so  I shake Robby's shoulder. He
mutters, "I heard the alarm, Dylan. Hey, lets play  hooky from work today." I
go, "Oh, I'm so sure you'd do that, mister  conscientious." He rolls off me
chuckling, and then mumbles, "Well, would you at  least use the bathroom
first, please? Let me enjoy laying in bed smelling your  awesome scent from this
pillow just a little while longer," and then he buries  his face in my
pillow. I rub his hair before hopping out of bed with a big smile  on my face. I
feel great this morning! In the bathroom my first order of  business is a
long piss. While doing that I'm feeling my ass 'cause it's crusty  with
Robby's dried cum. It's crusty on my stomach too, so after my pee I wet a
washcloth with warm water and clean the dried cum from my stomach and then the
dried cum on my ass.  It's actually my own cum on my stomach from when I  laid
in it, and of course Robby's cum drooled out of my ass. As I wash myself
I'm smiling again thinking about the wonderful sex Robby and I had yesterday
after work, both times. Yep, and then again at dawn this morning. Robby
makes me  feel like I'm soooo desirable and sexy. Throwing the washcloth in the
hamper, I  wash my face and hands, then brush my teeth and walk out of the
bathroom still  naked, saying, "The bathroom's all yours, boyfriend." He's
still laying on his  stomach hugging my pillow. He groans, then gets up and
while playing with  himself walks into the bathroom with me watching his
every step. What a hot body  on that kid! As for him playing with himself, us
guys need to take care of our  dicks by showing them a little love once in
awhile. It's like with your dog. If  you have a dog you need to give it some
pets and rubs, and maybe a little rough  house every now and then to show
you're thinking, appreciating  and loving your little doggie. Hmmm, wonder if we
should get a rescue dog  for our Merrimack apartment this year?


Putting on the clothes I rounded up for Robby and me last night, then
brushing my hair, I'm looking in the mirror while smelling the back of my wrist.
 Oh damn, there's that goddamn habit rearing it's ugly head again...
dammit!  Actually I'm examining what might be the beginning of a pimple on my
cheek. What  the fuck? I don't get pimples, but I'll keep my eye on that thing.
Calling  through the bathroom door, I tell Robby, "Your clothes are on the
bed, I'll be  in the kitchen." Robby mumbles something and then I hear my
electric toothbrush  buzzing. I like that Robby's using my toothbrush, and
Chubby doesn't hesitate to  use it either, which says something about me. I'm
not sure exactly what it says  about me, but it's probably something positive.
At the very least it says they  don't think I have any cooties, whatever
the hell cooties are. In the kitchen I  sneak up behind Chubby, who's at the
Keurig coffee maker, and hug him from  behind. He turns around grinning,
"Where's my morning kiss?" he wants to know. I  hold his face between my hands
and give him a big kiss on his lips. He doesn't  struggle so I slip my tongue
into his mouth and he moves his tongue on mine  while putting his arms
around my waist for a tight hug. God, my cock quickly  gets hard. Because
Chubby's kissing back sexily, I panic and pull away. He  chuckles, saying, "I
called your bluff for once, didn't I?" then he pats my  cheek, muttering, "Bro,
you kiss good." My face is red because Chubby's reaction  was so unexpected
and my cock got so hard so fast it startled me. After doing  about four fake
coughs, I mutter, "You didn't call my bluff, I somehow got a  drop of
saliva in my windpipe, that's all." He smirks cutely at me, then turns  around to
finish making his coffee while I stare mesmerized at the back of his  head,
again wondering about Chubby being bisexual. What if he finally showed
real sexual interest in me? Would I fall helplessly in romantic love with him?
Oh my God, it's disturbing to want something so badly, and not want it just
as  badly at the same time. It's a crazy thought anyhow, Chubby was just
breaking my  balls by turning the tables on me. Yeah, but that kiss of his was
so fucking  hot.

Licking my lips now, then smelling the back of my wrists again, I'm
feeling a little out of sorts and a tad befuddled as I try making sense of the
last minute. Chubby's got his coffee the way he wants it so he turns around
facing me, asking in a normal manner, "What's for lunch, bro?" I've got
myself  pretty much together by now, so acting nonplus, I say, "That kiss doesn't
 deserve much of a lunch. How 'bout I throw together some peanut butter and
jelly  sandwiches on white bread." He goes, "Awesome, I'll take three, but
make them  with grape jelly." I give him one of my cooler expressions and
grab a mug for my  own coffee, saying, "You're mighty frisky this morning,
little brother." He  laughs, ruffling through my hair, "I gotcha with that
kiss, didn't I?" Before I  can come up with a clever retort Robby comes into the
kitchen, saying, "Ah, I  smell coffee." Chubby gets Robby a coffee mug from
the cabinet, cheerfully  saying, "The roommate appears, and he's looking
good this morning. Did you boys behave  yourselves last night after I left?"
Robby says, "Unfortunately we did behave  ourselves. Your brother wasn't in
the mood for amore." Chubby says, "Sneaking in  a little Italian on us, huh,
Rob?" Robby goes, "No, it was the Latin 'amore' I  was thinking of." I
advise Robby, "Chubby's frisky this morning." We go out on  the balcony for a
cigarette with our coffees. I'm finding myself feeling 'amore'  for both Chubby
and Robby. Damn, what a choice that would be! On the one hand I  couldn't
lose, and on the other I couldn't win. That's because I'd lose one of  them
by choosing the other. Then I chastise myself for worrying about something
that's never going to happen. To break my melancholy mood I figure I'll tell
a  joke. It's one of the ones Connor included in his last email. I go, "I've
got a  fairly lame joke for you guys, compliments of Connor," then to
Robby, "This  joke's kinda like Dawg's from last night with a married couple
theme." I tell  the joke, "This guy takes his wife to a disco where there's a
guy on the dance  floor living large, break dancing, moon walking, back flips,
the works. The wife  says to her husband, 'Oh my God, that's Phil Kaplan,
he proposed to me ten years  ago, but I turned him down flat'. Her husband
dead pans, 'Looks like he's still  celebrating."' Robby says, "That joke is
smirk worthy, but that's about all."  Chubby goes, "It's a good joke for mixed
company. We can tell it at the party  tonight, Dylan." I chuckle, then say,
"You tell it because I've still got flop  sweat from bombing when I told it
to you guys, one bomb per joke is enough for  me." Robby smiles, saying,
"I'm sorry we didn't laugh, tell it again and I  promise I'll laugh."


I do not tell the joke again.  After finishing our coffees, I pass out the
lunches and then Chubby drives our  Jeep to work while I ride with Robby in
his pickup. He says, "Awesome, awesome  date yesterday, Dylan. That's just a
preview of our daily life back at college  in two weeks." I go, "Wow,
that's something I'm really look forward to. I don't  want to sound too sex
crazed, but you were fantastic in bed, Robby. Multiple  sexual encounters really
rocks, and so do you. You'll spoil me, boyfriend." He  looks proud of
himself, then he goes, "Well, I figure if I can satisfy your, um,  rather
expansive sexual appetite maybe you won't need to alley-cat around. Plus,  you
deserve all the attention I can give you. I admit I fell short on that
responsibility this summer." Hmmm, I don't know that I'm crazy about Robby
considering our sex a 'responsibility', but if he can keep up with frequency  like he
did yesterday I guess he can call it whatever he likes. All I know is  I'm
sexually satisfied right now and I can't stop looking at Robby. I'm
beginning to see him in a new light too. I'm thinking he may have reached a new
stage in our relationship where, to use an unfortunate term of Ray's, I'm
starting to feel that Robby's 'my man'. It'd be perfect if it develops to a
point that Robby not only acts like he's in charge, but knows he is. In that
case I'd look up to him and follow his lead, and hopefully it would carry
over  into everyday life. Robby being my boss not just with our sex and on the
 landscaping crew, but also in our lives together. What he says would be
the last  word on any matter, period. I'm getting a boner just thinking about
that. It  would be so cool if it develops far enough that I'd need to ask
Robby's  permission to do something. Oh my God, my cock's so hard just
imagining that  sometime in the future I might need to ask him something like,
'Robby, is it  alright if I go bowling with Cory tomorrow night?' I'm gonna cum
in my pants if  I don't stop thinking about this! Robby glances over and
sees me staring at him,  my eyes big with admiration. He gives me a smug grin,
reaches over and pats my  thigh, mumbling, "I'm getting there, huh, baby?"
It's like he read my mind! I  gulp, then nod my head. Jesus, I'm in a little
bit of a trance  here.


At work he parks the pickup,  and I ask, "Can I have a kiss, Robby?" He
looks around, then cups his hand  behind my head and leans over for a sexy
kiss, then a lick up the front of my  nose. Oh man! My hard cock quivers and a
small squirt of cum hits my underpants  and I need to suppress a gasp.
Breaking the kiss, he says, "That's so you can  remember me all day, baby." I love
when he calls me baby. We get out of the  pickup with me adjusting my boner
sideways in my pants and holding it there with  a hand casually in my
pocket. After rubbing my head and grinning at me, Robby  says, "Have a good day,
Dylan," and he's off for the supervisor's meeting. I'm  in a daze walking
into the locker room. Seth gives the back of my neck a  squeeze, saying, "Good
morning, hottie," and the daze or trance I'm in just goes  'pop' and it's
gone. I'm back to reality. I give Seth a fist bump and one arm  hug,
muttering, "You're the hottie, dude." Later in the morning as I'm guiding  the
walk-behind mower across a lawn, I'm thinking about the ride to work this
morning and I come to the conclusion Robby's degree of being 'in-charge' hadn't
changed at all. It was mostly projection on my part because this morning in
bed  he basically asked me if it was alright if he stayed in bed, and if I'd
use the  bathroom first. He didn't tell me to do it, and in the truck when
he said, 'I'm  getting there, huh, baby?' he was asking for my approval that
he's pleasing me.  It's wasn't a ballsy statement from Robby at all. I
ignored his tone of voice  and projected he was acting cocky and confident, when
the reverse was actually  the case. Huh! That's interesting, but it's still
a nice daydream that maybe  someday my projection of Robby being confidently
bossy in all matters will come  true. Anyway, nothing's changed as far as
our love affair with each other goes.  It's all good, just not as good as I
fantasized it to be.


Friday goes by quickly at  work with all the normal joking among the crew,
as well as some ball-busting  thrown in for laughs. The lunch I made for
Chubby and Robby is a big hit and  Robby even came over after his lunch with
the supervisors to compliment me on my  homemade chicken salad. It's a normal
work day including Chubby and Lee being  especially funny together during
our crew's lunch, and Seth holding my hand  between his and my legs as we rode
from one job site to another, and then back  at the shop we clean the
equipment with everyone looking forward to the weekend.  Business as usual on the
job except it's topped off today by us getting paid,  which is always a
good thing. Robby was totally Robby all day, nothing unusual  except me
thinking about my daydream of him being confidently bossy, and those  thoughts
always ended with me walking around with a bone in my pants. Maybe  someday
it'll be reality, but for now I must settle on getting a guy's hug from  Robby
after work, and a mumbled, "Have fun at the bowling tournament, Dylan."  That
little comment gives me a guilty conscience naturally, and I make a
promise to myself not to be in a position like this again. Telling a blatant lie
to Robby, Chubby, and the moms makes me feel dirty. It won't happen again.
Oh  well, what's done is done so I'll see what dominant John is all about,
and then  I'll know and my curiosity will be satisfied. If I've got to tell
John a blatant  lie, so be it, I don't care about lying to him, but never to
my family and lover  again. I can't think of another outright lie I've ever
told them like this one.  Fuck it though, now I need to think about the
triple date with Chubby that's  next on my agenda. Actually I'm not as excited
about that as I was when it was  merely an abstract concept. The reality of it
isn't all that exciting, except  there's the mystery of touchy/feely Geno
to solve.


In street clothes again, Chubby asks,  "Ready to go, bro?" I nod my head,
and as we're walking to the pickup I give a  thought to backing out of the
date thing tonight altogether, but discard that  notion almost immediately
because I gave my word and if my word doesn't mean  anything than neither do I.
Chubby's looking forward to the party tonight and  says he's happy I'll be
there with him and that makes me feel good. What the  hell, I'll make the
best of whatever this turns out to be because I am not going  to let Chubby
down!  As I'm driving us home, Chubby says,  "After you get cleaned up, lets
meet at my condo for front loading." I say,  "Definitely, but it's also known
as 'pre-gaming' which I kinda like." Chubby  goes, "It's called front
loading at Merrimack so lets keep that name.  Do  you wanna do a couple of shots
with some beers? That's sort of traditional for  us," and I go, "Ordinarily
I'd try avoiding the shots, but in this case there's  a girl in the equation
so shots and beers sounds just about right. Hope I don't  hurl, that's my
fear every time I do shots." We discuss why I can't let whiskey  roll down my
throat like Chubby can, with me contending it's basically a  freakish and
rare ability that Chubby has, and he contends it's freakish that I  can't do
it because most guys can. I go, "That is simply wrong, Chubby. Most  guys
cannot do that and your ability to do it has gotten you wicked drunk  numerous
times, where as I drink responsibly." He goes, "Like when did I get  wicked
drunk?" and I tell him, "I recall a time a few years ago in Wildwood, you
tied on one of your bigger loads. Remember when you got so smashed you peed
on  that guy's lawn chair, then did it once or twice more." He laughs, "Oh
yeah,  that was awesome alright, but as I recall when I told you I needed to
take a  piss you said something like, 'Go ahead, there's the pee chair'. Do
you remember  that?" I chuckle, "Yep, it was an awesome time alright.
Remember us skinny  dipping in the pool?" he goes, "That's right, it was late at
night after we went  for a swim in the ocean. You had the idea to wash the
sand and salt water off us  by illegally skinny dipping in a motel's pool." I
go, "A midnight swim in the  ocean drunk as skunks, what could possibly go
wrong?" The rest of the ride home  we talk about that night in Wildwood three
summers ago and it got us laughing  our asses off. Parking the Jeep, I say,
"Hey, I just thought of something.  Shouldn't we take the Jeep through the
car wash and clean out all the trash you  accumulated in the back seat?"
Chubby says, "Nah, we don't want the girls to  think we went to a lot of
trouble trying to impress them. That just encourages  them to expect us to open
doors for them and stuff like that. Ya can't give a  girl the idea you're
thrilled she's going out with you, just treat her as an  equal and be blasé
about everything. You put 'em on a pedestal and the next  thing ya know you're
pussy whipped."


Chubby gives me other dating  tips as we go up the steps. The best part of
this night is I'll be with Chubby,  so how bad can it be? I'm hoping my
blind date is like the posse boys'  girlfriends, especially Annie. I can tell
she likes me, and I liked to be liked,  ya know. She's easy going and cute so
I'll use her as my model and see how my  blind date stacks up to her. Inside
my condo I take special care showering, and  then I carefully iron the Polo
shirt and shorts I'll be wearing. As usual,  whenever I want to look my
best I end up wearing things Willie bought me. They  cost five times what I'd
pay for them and they do look that little bit better  than anything I've
bought for myself. As I'm ironing I try to remember the name  of my blind date
and settle on Judy. I think that's right. Unlike Chubby, I  will try to
impress her because that's what I  do on all my dates with guys. Dressed now, I
fasten my cross necklace around my  neck and let it hang outside my shirt,
then strap on the more expensive of the  two sports watches Willie gave me,
and then I put on the hooped earrings from  Willie that cost much more than
the ones Robby bought at the mall earlier in the  summer, although I'd never
tell Robby that. After all, he paid for his and I  didn't. Of course I wear
those awesome sandals Willie paid like four hundred of  his father's
inherited money for. These babies have never touched the sand ay  Wildwood. I use my
forty dollar sandals on the beach. Hmmm, I wish my tattoo was  showing, but
the short sleeves of my shirt cover it. Then I look at Robby's  friendship
ring I'm wearing and decide to leave it on. Maybe sometime during the
evening I'll tell Judy I'm gay, but only if it seems like the right thing to  do.


My cell phone signals a text  message so I pick it up off the bureau and
look, then get a chill down my back  because it's from John. He's the guy I
met and was fascinated with in Wildwood.  Uber dominant John, and I don't know
his last name. Even so, I'm going to be his  'boy' in New York city this
weekend. Holy shit, what have I gotten myself in  for? His text is short:
'Bring nothing except what you're wearing. Billy will  meet you tomorrow
morning. I'll be in later. Be on time!' and that's it.  Damn, it seems ominous! I
wonder what this kid Billy's like? My finger shakes as  I text back, 'Yes,
John.'  and leave it at that.  He leaves it at that too. I stare at the cell
phone, but he has nothing more to  say. My throat's become dry so I go in the
kitchen and get OJ from the  refrigerator. Drinking from the bottle I tell
myself I don't need to go to New  York. Then I put the OJ back in the
refrigerator and walk back to my bedroom  smelling the back of my hand while
convincing myself it's a once in a lifetime  opportunity to experience real
sub/dom behavior and it may tell me something  about myself that I should know.
Okay, I'll go, but I'm not getting that fucking  thing in my cock unless I
decide I want to, and as of now I don't want to, but  we shall see. Then I say
out loud to myself, focus on what's at hand! And that  happens to be this
blind date with a girl. Checking myself out in the mirror  again, I muss with
my hair, but there's nothing I can really do with it, and it  looks good
anyway. Then there's that thing that looks like a blemish on my cheek  close
to my nose. Fuck! In the bathroom I rummage around in the cabinet until I
find an old tube of Clearasil. Just the tiniest dab covers the spot and blends
 in with my tan. Success! Okay, I put my cell phone in one pocket, a box of
 cigarettes and a Bic lighter in the other pocket, my wallet in my back
pocket,  and then check myself out one last time. Not bad.


Leaving a note for my mom  telling her I'm with Chubby tonight and
reminding her I'll be on an overnight  trip this weekend, and I love her and I'm
sorry to miss our Sunday family  brunch. I can't think of anything else to say
except I'll have my cell phone if  she needs to get in touch with me. Then
I'm out the door and on my way up to  Chubby's thinking I'll probably need to
leave my wallet and cell phone in the  Jeep because John said bring nothing
except what I'm wearing. What I'll do is  periodically wander down to my
Jeep to check my cell phone to see if some  emergency situation has come up. I
can't imagine what it might be that Chubby  couldn't handle, but I'll check
just the same. Letting myself in Chubby's condo  I see my smiling brother
looking clean and cute, but he hasn't ironed his  shorts, they're wrinkled!
Oh yeah, I remember his strategy of not making it look  to his date that he
considers it a special occasion. Well, I feel differently  about it. The
first thing he says is, "You're too dressed up, Dylan. You'll make  me look
bad." I say, "Huh! What can I tell you, this is how I roll." Holding my  arms
out I turn around like I'm modeling. He says, "You look good enough to eat.
How come you got all the good-look genes in the family?" I'm like, "Oh come
on,  you just complimented yourself because we look alike," and he mutters,
"Vaguely.  Everybody thinks you're adorable, including me. Now come on over
here and have a  shot of VO with your brother." I'm kinda liking the things
Chubby's saying, he's  always the number one person on earth I want to
impress the most anyway. Picking  up a brimming shot glass, I ask, "Is it
necessary to fill these things to the  rim?" Chubby ignores that, holds his glass
up, and says, "To my favorite person  in the world, you." I smirk, then pour
the shot glass of whiskey in my mouth,  but swallow only half of it. My
throat's burning and my mouth is filling with  saliva like it does before I'm
about to throw up. Chubby goes, "Aaaah, that was  good," as I let a little more
whiskey down my throat, then a little more, and  finally the last of it. I
follow that with a big hiccup that brings back the  horrible taste of the VO
so I grab a bottle of Bud and gurgle down some bitter  beer. Tears running
down my face, I'm concentrating on not vomiting. Then I say,  "That wasn't
bad, bro."

Chubby and I take our act out  to the balcony where we share a cigarette
and sip on beers reminiscing about the  more memorable occasions we've had too
much too drink. There aren't a ton of  those times, but each one is funny
in some way or another and good for a laugh  in hindsight. After we've
embellished a few of the more outrageous experiences,  Chubby says, "Jeez, it
seems as though most of our drunker experiences have to  do with me more than
you." Exhaling smoke, I mutter, "Obviously," and Chubby  grins, "Well, you are
my big brother so you should take care of me, that seems  right, don't ya
think?" I go, "Yeah, no problem, and then you're on your own  dealing with
the horrendous hangover the next day, heh heh." Later we have a  second shot
of VO with me experiencing the exact same reactions as the first  one, but
two beers and two shots have me as ready as I'll ever be for my date  with
Judy, and ready to finally meet Geno as well. I've been intrigued ever  since
Chubby told me about him, and I'm not sure why. Some kind of intuition
maybe. Finally Chubby checks his watch and declares us fashionably late enough
so that we can pick our dates up. With Chubby driving, I ask, "How we gonna
fit  six people in this Jeep? I mean, with the bucket seats up front here."
He goes,  "Geno's got a hot car, he'll go in that and you, me, and the girls
in this." I  mumble, "Okay, but I call the shotgun seat," and he laughs.
"Um, no, Dylan, you  sit in back with your date. That's how it works." I go,
"No shit, Sherlock, I  was joking. Jesus, give me some credit, bro." He goes,
"Oh, I was joking  too." Chubby parks the Jeep in the driveway of a fairly
large house in a  neighborhood of large homes. "Are these people rich,
Chubby?" He shrugs and  says, "They're pretty well set, yeah. The father's a
criminal lawyer and there  aren't too many criminal lawyers hurting for money, ya
know?" We walk up and  ring the front doorbell with Chubby asking, "How do
I look?" I'm like, "You look  a little crumpled," and he  goes, "Perfect."
Gina answers the door, "Oh,  the brothers with different last names are
finally here. Come on in, guys." Then  she holds her hand out, "Hi, Dylan, I'm
Gina. Thank you for being Judy's date  tonight. I told her your gorgeous and
in person I can see I was right." I give  her a nervous grin, shaking her
hand and feeling a little tight, and I don't  mean 'tight' as in drunk, I mean
'tight' as in being out of my comfort  zone.


Unlike Mary Jo, Gina seems to like me or  at least pretends to. She smiles
at Chubby and gives him a quick kiss, then she  takes his hand and leads us
into the family room with me wishing Chubby would  take my hand. In the
family room I see a sophisticated looking middle age woman,  who I assume is
Gina's mother. She's laughing with a girl about Gina's age, who  I assume is
Judy. The girl looks over and points at me, saying, "Oh my God, is  that
Dylan?" Gina says, "Yep," and Judy laughs, then her and the middle age  woman do
a high five, as I do a half grin not sure if I'm being made fun of, or  if
Judy's glad to meet me. Not that she's actually meant me yet.  Gina  says, "I
don't lie girl, told ya he's gorgeous," then she says, "Dylan, this is  my
mother. Mother, meet Dylan Newman, Jeff's brother with a different last
name." Chubby says, "What's wrong with having different last names? We have
different first names, don't we? And anyway our parents let us choose our last
 names." The mother chuckles, "Oh you, Jeffrey!" then she walks over
offering her  hand to me, saying, "I'm pleased to meet you, Dylan," and I go,
"Likewise." Gina then introduces me and Chubby to  Judy Gallo, who shakes hands
first with Chubby, then with me, saying, "You're  lucky I don't live around
here, Dylan, or you wouldn't have a chance. Gina would  be my bridesmaid
and your brother would be your best man in, oh I'd say, about a  year." I go,
"Oh," and she squeals, saying, "And he's shy too. Oh my God, that's  so
cute!" I'm blushing a dark red, my eyes darting around out of my control for  a
second. Without thinking about doing it, I smell the back of my wrist as the
 mother says, "Come, sit. Let me enjoy being with you young people for a
little  while. Can I offer you all a beverage of some sort?" Gina says, "The
guys will  have beers, Judy and I will too, but we'll be classy and drink
ours out of  glasses." Her mother says, "Would you be so kind, Gina? I'll have
a gin and  tonic, dear." Chubby says, "I'll help you with that, Gina," and I
watch them  leave the room abandoning me. I'm alone with my blind date and
Gina's mother now  so I do a fake cough, then they begin peppering me with
questions, but not about  me, about Chubby. Gina's mother just loves Jeffrey
and is interested in how he's  doing at college, perhaps appraising a future
son in law. Judy's trying to find  out if Chubby's two-timing her best
friend, Gina. Well, he is of course, but  they couldn't pry that information out
of me if they water-boarded me. I answer  with truthful answers whenever
possible, and polite little white lies when I  can't be truthful. Judy's
interested in Chubby's love life at college too, and  on and on it goes. Mostly
I'm wondering where the fuck Geno  is.


As I'm answering their  questions the best way I can, I appraise Judy's
appearance and demeanor  concluding that she's probably the funny one in her
crowd. Kinda the equivalent  of a hot-shit guy with a quick wit and dry, self
deprecating humor. She's  certainly not as cute as Gina and maybe she
wouldn't qualify as cute at all, but  it's hard for me as a gay guy to tell. If
she were a guy she would not be cute,  but as a girl I'd say she has average
looks. Not a 'wow', but not a 'bow-wow'  either. She's a couple inches
shorter than me with a decent figure and a  pleasant personality, so I'll probably
survive the date. Then Geno walks in and  I stare mesmerized at him as he
kisses his mother on both creek, then goes,  "Whassup, Judy?" He comes over
to me holding his hand out, "Hi, I'm Geno  Decarlo." I introduce myself as
Geno stares into my eyes, squinting his. When he  shakes my hand he uses both
of his and holds my hand longer then one would  expect. Now that we've
introduced ourselves he cups my chin with his thumb and  forefinger, holding my
head in place, while casually running the fingers of his  other hand through
my hair, asking his mom, "What do you think, mother? Would  Dylan's haircut
look good on me?" I didn't flinch when he did that, which I  probably would
have if I was a straight guy. His mother says, "Oh, Geno, I love  your long
hair, you know that." He casually moves his finger tips over the top  of my
head and then down the back of my head making my scalp tingle. Staring  into
my eyes he, whispers, "Bellissimo," then he squeezes the back of my neck
smirking at me. I'm staring back at him transfixed, my lips parted. He holds
my  chin for another second before letting go of me and nodding his head
slightly as  if he and I understand something. Yeah, but what? Then, with a
hand squeezing my  shoulder, giving me sexy chills, he asks me, "How do you
like that, Dylan?" I  mutter, "What?" and he goes, "I'm eighteen and can't get
my haircut like I  want." I go, "Huh, um, yeah," which basically means
nothing, except that I'm an  idiot, and if Geno's gay or bi he probably has me
pegged by now as a gay idiot.  He pats my arm in the touchy/feely manner
Chubby described, saying, "You look  cool, that's all I'm saying." Chubby and
Gina come in carrying drinks. Geno  kisses his sister on both cheeks, saying,
"Sei talmente bella," and she says,  "Thank you, Geno, you too, brother."
Everyone sits down in this beautiful family  room. I gaze up at the cathedral
ceiling and then out the windows all the way  across the back of the room.
One side wall is all windows that look out over a  impressive flower garden
with low rock walls separating the plots of flowers.  There's an impressive
stone fireplace opposite the side wall of windows, and all  the furnishings in
the room look expensive to me. Everyone is real chatty except  me, so Geno
includes me in his conversation by acting like I'm an authority on  things.
For example, during a discussion about current fashion on campus, he  asks
me, "Cargo pants are still in style on campus, right, Dylan?" A few minutes
later he's discussing music and asks me, "Ed Sheeran is the bomb, isn't he,
Dylan?" To that I go, "Yeah, and he has cool hair too, and he's, um," I
almost  say sexy, but catch myself in time and say, "Awesome." Geno nods his
head  grinning at me, then adds, "And the sound he gets out of that acoustic
guitar of  his is sexy as hell. Wouldn't you call it sexy, Dylan?" I mutter,
"Yeah, I  guess." Hmmm, did he pick up that I almost said the singer was
sexy?

After twenty minutes we all  get up to leave giving thanks to the mother
for the beers, and there's a few  'nice to have meant you', and then we're all
outside. Geno, who's an inch  shorter than me puts his arm around my neck,
and whispers in my ear, "Sei cosi  sexy, Dylan," then "I'll see you at the
party, ciao." I say, "Bye, Geno,"  and watch him go. My best overall
evaluation of Geno is that he's what Gina said  I was, and I'm referring to
gorgeous. Only in Geno's case it's accurate. He has  a delicious olive complexion,
dark sexy bedroom eyes, very dark brown wavy hair  that's too long, but
tucked behind his ears showing cool little hoop earrings  almost identical to
mine. He's very slim with thin wrists like Dougie Hamilton's  wrists, but nice
biceps and from his tight fitting shirt he appears to have a  hot body. His
facial features are almost identical to his sister's, but somehow  he looks
all male. Very white teeth with awesome dimples when he grins, which is
often, and he's rocking fairly recently acquired, soft facial hair... some on
his upper lip and at the bottom of his chin. It's like he's just begun
shaving,  but hasn't bothered to do so in the last two or three days. Extremely
attractive  individual. His appearance could be classified anywhere from cute
to handsome,  and anything in between. That he's sexy as hell goes without
saying. I expected  he'd be cute because Gina's cute, but Geno far exceeds
my expectations and his  attention to me, plus whatever he said to me in
Italian that included the word  'sexy', leads me to believe something
interesting is going on. My intuition was  right, or might be right because it still
remains to be seen.  I'm thinking  Geno scoped me out as gay right off the
bat the way some gay-oriented guys can  do, although it's a mystery to me how
they do it. On the other hand, if I'm  correct about Geno, I've somehow
scoped him out myself and I have no idea how I  did it. Of course, he might be
straight as an arrow in which case everything I  just said is bollocks.




I hold the door of the Jeep  open so Judy can climb in the backseat. Before
she sits down she brushes a few  discarded McDonald bags and candy wrappers
onto the floor. I get in beside her,  saying, "Excuse the debris back here,
my brother isn't a neat-nic." She says,  "Are you?" and I go, "Compared to
Chubby I am," and then Judy wants to know  about Chubby's nickname so I
explain he was so slim as a toddler the moms  kiddingly began referring to him
as Chubby and I picked up on it thinking it was  his name. I add, "I was a
toddler myself, so what the hell did I know." She's  like, "Moms? You guys
have two moms?" I sidestep that complication by stating  the obvious, "No, of
course not." Chubby and Gina get in and we drive away with  Gina giving
Chubby directions. Chubby asks Judy about the wedding she's going to  on Saturday
and that conversation takes up most of the ten minute ride. Gina  explains
the party we're going to is an end of summer pool party. It's at her  aunt
and uncle's house, although the aunt and uncle won't be there, which is why
the end of summer party is being thrown two weeks before the end of summer.
It's  the last Friday night of the aunt and uncle's vacation so their kids
took  advantage of that situation and threw this party. Gina's two college
age  cousins, one girl and one boy, have been know to have parties in their
parents  absence in the past. Gina says, "My aunt and uncle are cool so they
just roll  their eyes when they discover the remains of their kids latest
beer party. The  kids are kinda spoiled." Chubby mutters, "Ya think?" There are
lots of cars  lining both sides of the street in this suburban neighborhood
that consists of  even larger homes than Gina's. Nice that Chubby's hooked
up with rich  people.


As we're walking the two  blocks to the party, I ask Judy, "Do you mind if
I smoke?" and she goes, "God  no, I'm dying for one myself. Can I bum one
off of you?" I hold my open box of  Marlboro lights to her and she takes one
and then I hold my lighter so she can  light it. Chubby's walking behind us
with Gina. He says, "Dylan's spoiling Judy  already," and Gina says. "You
should take lessons from him, Jeffrey," so Chubby  holds his box of cigarettes
for Gina and she laughs, saying, "You know I don't  smoke, mister wise guy."
At the house, Gina says, "Just go on around back,  guys," which we do and
in the backyard we find maybe fifty college age kids  milling around. Some
dancing to music offered by an outlandish looking DJ, some  kids are in the
pool, and everyone is drinking. The backyard looks similar to  Robby's, and
the party is similar to the Dicker's going away party as well, sans  the
barbecue food. Here there's a table loaded with food, but it's all cold
delicatessen style food including that kind of pizza I don't like. It's square
pizza with thickish crust and tomato sauce that tastes like plain tomato paste
to me. It's an Italian thing I guess. There's plenty of other food, like
foot  long Subway subs made with the soft rolls Subway bakes themselves.
There's dips  and chips and tacos and different kinds of cubed cheeses, cold cuts
and rolls,  and lots of other stuff, They have a liquor bar in the back, but
most of the  kids have clear plastic cups of, what else, draft beer. In
general it's a  typical college beer bash. So far I haven't noticed anyone
who's drunk yet, but  it won't be long before they appear if past experiences
with college parties is  anything to go by.

We get beers and then Gina's  cousin come over to greet her. It's the boy
cousin who unfortunately doesn't  have Geno's awesome looks. Paul's his name,
and he seems a good enough guy,  welcoming us warmly. After talking with
Paul awhile, we leave him and the four  of us mingle with the crowd as Gina
says hello to some of her friends and  acquaintances, some of whom Chubby
knows, and Judy also knows some of the kids  because they go to the same college
as Judy and Gina. I get introduced, but  everyone's name leaves my head as
soon as I've heard it. There are a couple of  cute guys, but most are
average and a couple don't even make it to average...  the poor bastards. Judy,
Gina, Chubby, and I drink beer, smoke cigarettes, and  talk about our
colleges. The girls go to UMass Amherst and of course Chubby and  I go to Merrimack
where enrollment is under 5000, while Amherst college has  27,000 students.
Quite a difference and many of the things they tell us about  Amherst makes
Merrimack seem quaint by comparison. Amherst's beer parties are  much like
the ones we have at Merrimack though, and much like this one too, as  well as
the one Chubby and I basically crashed in Wildwood. If college students
are involved in a beer party, many things will be the same no matter where the
 party's being held. We tick off the similarities of beer parties on our
fingers.  Number one, there's always plenty of beer of course, and the primary
reason most  college kids go to beer parties is with the intention of
getting laid, that's  number two. Number three is helpful in accomplishing number
two, and it's that a  tremendous amount of lying is going on everywhere,
and number four is the  guarantee there will be asshole displays, which are
basically guys who display  the highest degree of intoxication and they will
be loud and obnoxious and  constantly proclaiming their own awesomeness.
Surprisingly Judy insists the  assholes have a better chance of getting laid
than the quiet polite guys in  attendance. That surprises me, but I think
Judy's talking from personal  experience so I don't argue the point. Another
thing that's part of every  legitimate college beer party is beer pong. It's a
drinking game were  participants toss ping pong balls towards the cups of
beer at the other end of a  table . They toss the ping pong ball at the
particular cup they want someone to  guzzle. If the ping pong ball goes in that
cup, the assigned sucker must drink  the cup of beer in one long series of
gulps. If the ping pong ball doesn't go  in, which is the more common result,
the ping pong tosser must drink the beer.  Rules include not letting your
elbow cross the lip of the table when one is  tossing the ping pong ball, plus
other shit you make up as the night goes on and  everyone gets drunker.


We have a good time with the  beer party discussion, basically making fun
of ourselves and our friends who  attend the beer parties with us. After
three beers Judy wants to dance so we hit  the dance floor, which at this party
is the deck off the back of the house. The  crowd has grown a lot since we
got here an hour and a half ago, so the deck is  crowded with dancers
displaying a wide range of dancing skills from the  embarrassing to the outlandish,
plus a smattering of guys and girls who actually  know how to dance. I've
noticed almost any kind of movement is considered  'dancing' by some, but
with real dancing the difference is obvious. Mostly it's  smooth and
coordinated and not jerky body movements seemingly without concern  for the music's
beat. Also when there are this many loud kids dancing on this  fairly small
deck it's impossible not to get dry humped three or four times a  dance. That
would be fine except for the individuals dry humping my ass, ugh!  I'm
having an okay time, but it's just not the same as being with a guy who I  might
like to look at or feel his body, and various other things of that  nature.
None of those things do I particularly want to do with Judy, but she's
alright and I have no major complaints considering I knew what I was getting
myself into from the start. After the dancing we see Chubby and Gina with some
 kids doing shots of tequila, which is a ghastly tasting liquor on it's
own, and  barely palatable when in margaritas or various forms of tequila
sunrises. Judy  wants to join in and she has three shots over the next half hour
as I sip my  beer while subtly glancing around looking for the gorgeous
Geno, who we haven't  seen all night. I'm pissed about that because this is
supposed to be a triple  date, plus I got the feeling Geno had an interest in me
at his house. The  problem with that is I do a lot of projecting of my
wishes onto others, so it  can get confusing sorting things out at times.


Chubby's dancing with Gina  now, and how she keeps a straight face is a
miracle. I'm grinning like mad  because Chubby's so funny when he's dancing. He
has a serious expression on his  face as he knocks into people twirling
around like a top at seemingly  inexplicable times. It's awesome, then
something else awesome happens. Judy  tells me she's feeling sick and would I walk
her back to the Jeep so she can lay  down for awhile. Hot shit, now I can
look for Geno and see if there's any reason  for me to do that. I'll see how he
reacts, ya know? I get the keys from Chubby  telling him and Gina about
Judy wanting to lay down. Gina says, "I'm really  sorry, Dylan, this almost
always happens when Judy drinks. Don't be mad at her."  I go, "It's
disappointing, but I understand," as I glance at a smirking Chubby.  He says, "Thanks
for being a gentleman, bro," and Gina says, "Believe me, under  normal
circumstances, meaning when Judy's not drunk, a gentleman is not what  she's
looking for." Whatever, I've got the keys and I walk Judy the two blocks  back to
the Jeep with her unsteady on her feet. I get her settled in the back
seat, saying, "I'll stay with you awhile, Judy. You know, to be sure you're
okay," then I get in the front seat as she curls up on the back seat. There's
some gagging from her that scares the shit out of me because if she hurls in
 here the barf smell will be with our Jeep for weeks of driving around with
the  windows open. She doesn't barf though, she falls asleep. Little quiet
snoring  coming from the poor thing. I quietly get out and lock the car,
then grin at my  luck as I walk back to the party feeling free and happy. I'm
not loaded, but I  gotta admit I'm feeling the booze a little. I find Chubby
and Gina with a group  of guys and girls laughing it up over dirty jokes.
When I tell them about Judy,  Gina thinks it's so nice of me that I waited to
be sure Judy was alright until  she fell asleep. Gina says, "She's down for
the count, Dylan, but she'll be so  pissed off at herself tomorrow for
blowing the opportunity to have a shot at  you." She grinned as she said that,
although I'm not sure why. What the fuck, I  grin and chuckle too. Not knowing
how to respond to that last comment of Gina's,  I shrug, like, "What are ya
gonna do'?


I tell Chubby, "I'm getting another brew, bro, see you in a bit." He pats
my shoulder, saying, "Nice job tonight, Dylan," and off I go exploring
through  these hoards of boisterous college-age kids looking for someone
gorgeous. After  walking all around the yard I give up and now I'm trying to find
Chubby and Gina  again because I'm like a stranger in a strange land. I don't
know a single  person here except those two. Now I spot Geno smoking a
cigarette watching a  beer pong game. He wasn't there when I went by ten minutes
ago. Hmmm, he doesn't  appear to be with anyone either. Gotta be casual
about this, so I saunter over  to the game at the loudest part of the yard,
naturally. Drunks yelling and  cheering as they all get drunker. I'm standing in
the general vicinity of Geno  waiting for him to recognize me, but he's
oblivious so I finally walk over to  him and before I can say hello he nods his
head towards the front of the yard.  I'm not sure what he's nodding at. He
says, "Don't just stand there, come on!  It's about time too, Jesus, don't
be so fucking meek." I go, "What?" and he  takes hold of my bicep and sort of
pulls me with him through the crowd. I get  this visual in my head of an
angry teacher walking naughty boy me to the  principle's office. We're soon
walking along the side of the house where the  crowds thin out, and then
around front and up the sidewalk in the opposite  direction of where the Jeep's
parked. When we're clear of the partygoers Geno  stops, and says, "I knew
you'd finally work up the balls to approach me. Now  just listen to me
carefully. I've got two personalities, one I use for friends  and family and one I
use for the guys I fuck. I'm going to fuck you if you do  what I say, when I
say it. I'm not interested in being your friend. If you want  me to fuck you
and you can follow directions it might work out. If you're not  interested
or you're not good at following directions, walk away right now.  Which is
it gonna be, Dylan?" I'm speechless, frowning and staring at him as if  he's
speaking Italian again. Finally I manage a pathetic, "What..." He calmly
says, "Do you want me to fuck you or not? It's that simple." My dicks going
crazy in my pants, jumping all over the place like a dog greeting it's master
 after being left in the house all day. If I had a tail I'd be wagging it a
mile  a minute. I say, "Yes, but..." and he says, "No, buts, if you want me
to fuck  you we do it my way. Yes or no?" I nod my head, and he says, "Tell
me exactly  what that head nod means." I swallow hard as my cock
tightens-up. "Um, I mean,  yes I want you to fuck me, um, your way." He nods his head
now, but I don't ask  him exactly what his head nod means. I stand here
excited, waiting for orders  looking for awesome Geno to give me some.


His manner relaxes a little now that he's explained the ground rules and
I've acquiesced to them. He runs his fingers through my hair like he did back
at  the house, telling me, "Be very submissive to me. I know you can do
that, so no  bull shitting around. Do we understand each other?" Oh man, this
is so hot! I  look down, playing my part, and mumble, "Yes, Geno," and he
goes, "Come on  then," and we start walking. As we're walking he's telling me,
"When I'm dealing  with a submissive like you it's always best to establish
who's the boss right up  front, and I've done that and you've reacted to it
exactly the way I expected. I  think you're beautiful, by the way, and you
have an exceptionally sexy ass. And  perhaps the most important thing is
you're not the least bit
girl-ified. If you were I wouldn't be interested in you at all, beautiful
or not." He's good! He established total control then gives me a compliment
or  two. Geno grips behind my neck, and says, "Obviously this little, um,
adventure  of ours stays between you and me. The way I read you I believe I
can trust that  you'll keep it between you and me. Am I right?" I say,
"Definitely," and he  goes, "That's what you say now because you want it so badly,
but if you get  drunk some night and accidentally mention I fucked you, and
I hear about it,  I'll fuck you up another way, very differently than the
way I'm going to fuck  you tonight. No one would believe you in the first
place, but that wouldn't save  you." Jesus, this kid might be dangerous... ha
ha, I'm so  scared.


I think the touchy/feely stuff Chubby talked about was maybe Geno feeling
out Chubby, who obviously didn't take the bait. Earlier, in their family
room,  when Geno was running his fingers through my hair he probably noticed I
sort of  leaned into him. Then the way I was docile while letting him do
that touching  probably told him I'm submissive. Huh! Still, I'm really curious
how he was so  sure, "Um, can I ask you something, Geno?" He mutters, "You
can ask, but I might  not answer." Shrugging, I ask, "How were you so sure
I'm gay?" He looks at me,  saying, "Gay and submissive, right?" I mutter,
"Sort of,"  and he goes, "Well, I could tell you some bullshit story about my
gaydar or  something, but the truth is I meant Elliot Ellis and Jay, his
boyfriend. It was  at a gay mixer earlier this summer. Elliot interested me
because he's obviously  submissive too, and I thought he'd be a good candidate
to be one of my 'boys'.  It became obvious though that he was committed to
that Jay person. Anyway,  Elliot was drinking so his tongue was loose and he
mentioned his brother was  bisexual. He also mentioned his brother was
scoring with a boyfriend that Elliot  didn't believe his brother was nearly good
enough for. I asked what the  boyfriend's name was, but he wouldn't say.
Later Jay let the name Dylan Newman  slip out, and then he made me promise not
to let Elliot know he told me your  name. I stored that information away and
then low and behold Gina has a  boyfriend named Jeff Romero, who has a
brother named Dylan Newman. Being a  clever lad myself I figured there couldn't
be too many Dylan Newmans in  Framingham, and you know how the rest went." I
say, "So at your house you did  some exploratory touching on me to see if I
objected in some way, right?" He  goes, "Yeah, but as soon as I saw you I
had a strong suspicion I was going to  fuck you. I wanted you to come to me
though, which I was sure you'd do because  I'm aware how hot and sexy I am.
There's no way someone like you wouldn't try  me." Well, he's partially right
except I wouldn't make the first move. I made  myself available by
accidentally-on-purpose running into Geno at the party, but  from then on it was up
to him.


Geno stops at a metallic blue, two door, Ford Shelby GT 500 and hits a
button on his key gadget unlocking the car. We get in and he fires that hot
machine up, then peels out, saying, "My mother was going to meet my father in
Boston so we'll use the home gym. How much experience have you had with
BDSM  sex?" I say, "A little," and he says, "You're gonna see a little more
tonight.  I've got some funky toys mixed in with the gym equipment. I'm the
only one who  uses the gym anyway. Last week I slipped this gay guy in through
the basement  entrance and fucked him while Gina, my mother, and father were
upstairs. This  guy was one hairy bastard, about thirty years old with a
big old cock on him. I  don't think I've ever seen anyone spunk like that guy
did and believe me I was  not gentle with that dude. Jesus! I got him so
turned on it was nuts. Heh heh.  It was fun though. He picked me up sorta, so I
used two condoms when I fucked  him just to be safe. A clean suburban kid
like you I'll do bareback and you have  absolutely no say in the matter." I
mutter, "I know." He glances over, asking,  "Is Elliot's brother still
fucking you?" I go, "No, he broke-up with me," and  Geno laughs. Then says, "You
submissive types are a blast, Dylan. I love fucking  you guys, but don't get
all romantic on me, just do what you're told. No kissing  on my mouth
either, just my ass. A good rimming first. You know how to rim a  guy, don't ya?"
I mutter, "I think so," and he's like, "You think so? You lick  my asshole
and stick your tongue way up there, clean it out good. Ha ha, that's  one of
the reason there's no kissing on my mouth."


It's only a ten minute ride. He parks around back at the three car garage
and we go in through a door next to the garage. Geno tells me, "We'll only
have a half hour or so because I want to get you back to the party before
anyone  notices we're gone. Be cool when we get back so no one's suspicious
you were  into anything except beer pong," We're walking down a hallway the
length of the  garages when something occurs to me, and I ask, "What happened
to your  girlfriend tonight?" He says, "I don't have a girlfriend," then,
"Go in that  door." He doesn't have a girlfriend? I mumble, "Gina thinks you
do," and he  says, "I lie. Get undressed." He turns the lights on and I see a
twelve by  twelve foot room with gym equipment all over the place. Geno
picks up a ping  pong paddle and swats my ass with it, "I said, get undressed!"
and another swat.  I jump and yelp, then pull my shirt over my head, kick
off my sandals and drop  my shorts and underwear. I'm not wearing socks of
course, socks and sandals,  please! He mutters, "Why am I not surprised you
shave your pubic hairs?" He  comes over and rubs all around my dick and balls,
as he's saying, "You've been  submissive to guys like me before, haven't
you?" I say, "Sometimes, yes," and he  adds, "I can tell because you're good
at it. I'm almost disappointed you're  willingly submissive to me because
training a kid to be submissive is half the  fun." Then, naturally, Geno comes
up with a dog collar. He buckles it around my  neck and I'm thinking this
might be a good primer for my weekend with John. Talk  about good fortune,
huh? I haven't had any real BDSM stuff, except amateur hour  with Sonny, since
the early Ryan days. Geno ties my hands behind me, not  especially tight and
the rope is soft enough not to leave red marks. Then he  begins jerking me
off. I ask, "Why are you doing that?" and he stops and goes  rooting around
in a drawer and comes up with a gag that he fastens around my  mouth. It's
stiff with dried saliva I suppose, obviously from others he's had in  here.
He goes back to stroking my cock until it's a hard boner which doesn't  take
too long because the palm of his hand feels good on my cock and he's doing
tight, fast strokes. When a precum bubble seeps out Geno ties a string
around  the base of my raging boner. It's too tight and I squirm, going, "Umm,
umm,"  though the gag. He picks up the paddle grinning at me and I stop
squirming. Best  just to deal with the tightness of the string on my hard penis...
it's not like  Willie and Ryan haven't done this to me before. This isn't
my first rodeo. Geno  puts down the paddle and feels my balls looking me in
the eyes. I'm expecting a  ball cruncher, but he doesn't do it.


Standing back and gazing at me, he asks, "How's it feel to be totally
helpless and under my control, and at my mercy? Are you scared?" I shake my head
 'no', and he says, "Good, you have no reason to be scared, I'm not going
to hurt  you that much, but you want a little pain, don't ya? I shake my head
'no'  emphatically, and he mutters, "Too bad, because I like passing out a
little pain  to my subs.  If I take your gag off do you promise not to whine
about the  tight tie-up of your cock?" I nod my head 'yes' and he says,
"Good," and he  takes my gag off. Standing back and gazing at me again, he rubs
his smallish  nose and says, "Well, you're the cutest, best looking, or
whatever term you  prefer, guy I've ever had tied-up down here. Hell, you're
the best looking dude  I believe I've ever seen. Do you get fucked much?" I
go, "The normal amount,"  and he grins, muttering, "You're a likable bastard,
aren't you? You have a  boyfriend?" I say, "Yes," and he asks, "Who's the
lucky guy?" I shrug, then  can't think of a reason not to tell him, so I do.
"His name is Rob Dickers."  Geno's eyes open wide. He goes,  "You're shitting
me. You mean the awesome  shortstop at Framingham high a couple of years
ago?" I tell him, "Yeah, Robby's  playing shortstop in college now."  He says,
"Get the hell out of here,  he's not gay, is he?" I say, "I'm pretty sure
he is." He goes, "Well I'll be  goddamn! You're almost a celebrity. I used to
drool over him watching the games.  I didn't see you though," I go, "I was
in the stands too." He picks up the  paddle and whacks my bare ass, "SLAP!"
and then again, "SLAP!" leaving both butt  cheeks quivering now. He goes,
"That's just to get us back to business," and  then he goes, "And because it
gives my cock a thrill to spank your ass. Bend  over!" I hesitate a second
and, "Whack!!!" on the back of my right thigh, I yell  out, but bend right
over. Geno takes his time paddling me,"WHACK!" Then he  rubs my ass cheek,
"Feel good, you submissive twat? then "WHACK!" and I yelp  out, but stay in
place as he rubs the injured butt cheek, and "WHACK! WHACK!  WHACK! WHACK!"
Tears are in my eyes, as he mutters, "I gotta stop or I'll cum in  my pants." He
does stop, then grabbing at his crotch, he says, "You can sure  take it,
I'll say that for ya. Your ass is bright red. God, that gets me  hot!"


Dropping the paddle, he unties my hands, telling me, "I was careful not  to
hit your tied hands because it'd probably break one or more of your
fingers.  How's your ass feel?" There are a few tears running down my cheek, as I
say, "It  hurts, Geno. That was a hard paddling, and I didn't expect it from
you." He  simply says, "Tough,' and then, "Stand up straight and undress me
now and do it  like I'm a prince or someone uber important." Everyone has
weird things that  turn them on I guess. Not knowing how a prince is undressed
properly I'm  expecting some additional whacks on my ass, but it doesn't
happen. I carefully  unbutton his shirt thinking it's so tight it might as
well be painted on him.  Then I slowly takes his shirt off one sleeve at a
time. Geno says, "God damn,  you smell sexy. Is that some kind of cologne?" I
say, "Nope, just me and a  little Mennen's stick deodorant." He says, "The
deodorant just detracts from  your own scent. Do yourself a favor and omit it
because I have a feeling you  wouldn't stink no matter what. Your shit
probably doesn't stink." I go, "Oh,  thanks, I guess" and he laughs, "Jesus,
you're something." As I'm unbuttoning  his shorts he reaches behind me and
squeezes my stinging ass cheek, "Nice and  firm," he mutters, then he pushes his
finger past my sphincter and wiggles his  finger around until he finds my
prostate gland and rubs it a bit. I'm grunting  quietly, enjoying how it feels.
After a few seconds the sensations buzz around  my rectum and I go up on my
toes holding onto his bare shoulders  while he's squeezing the muscles in
my ass. His skin feels smooth,  tight, and sexy. Pulling his finger out of my
ass, he mumbles, seemingly to  himself, "That's an ass made to be fucked,
it's perfect." Puffing out shorts  bursts of air still flexing my ass
muscles, I drop down from my toes and pull  his shorts to his ankles. Can't help
staring at his smooth hairless chest and  wishing he had a little hair on his
chest, at least the small amount that Ray  has. Geno has an awesome body
though, hair or no hair. Jesus, with just his  jockey shorts on his legs look
so long and sexy. Some hairs on the calves, but  smooth hairless thighs that
I'd like to lick. My ass is still stinging like wild  fire, but the back of
my fucking legs  hurts the worst.


Then I slowly pull down his jockey shorts. From the bulge in his shorts
I'm expecting to see a big-ass cock on this kid, and I'm not disappointed.
It's  the size of Ray's cock, fat and long, but without the weird mushroom head
Ray's  cock has. Geno's is a fat helmet-shaped head that's going to feel
awesome  plowing my ass. He says, "You like the prospects of this cock of mine
up your  ass, don't ya? The way you're staring at it tells me you're pretty
happy about  it." I look at him and shrug, then say, "Okay, you're right, I
like getting  fucked by a cute guy with a big cock and you qualify on both
counts, fer sure."  He says, "Damn, you're likable. Usually submissive guys
piss me off, but not  you. And, Jesus, you're as submissive a guy as I've
ever come across. Don't you  mind that I'm two years younger than you, shorter
than you and, well... I was  going to say slimmer than you, but we're about
the same there." I mumble, "I  don't mind a bit. I think you're sexy hot!"
He says, "Well, thanks, so are you,  but you're the one wearing the dog
collar, which reminds me. Come over here." I  follow him to the other side of
the room where he attaches a hook through the  loop in my dog collar. The hook
is attached to a rope that's strung through a  pulley. He pulls on the rope
until the rope tightly pulls my collar up. Then  another pull on the rope
and my neck and head are now stretched upwards at an  uncomfortable angle.
Plus I need to stand on my toes or swing like I'm being  hung. He fastens the
end of the rope to a bar and steps back. "How's that feel,  Dylan?" It's
hard to even talk, but I manage to grunt, "Not good, my toes are  already
tired." He says, "Rest them by hanging by your neck." I go, "What?"  Geno's
stroking himself, muttering, "Seeing you so helpless like this gets me so
fucking hot! You can't even imagine what a turn-on it is for me." He's stroking
himself like he stroked my cock which soon results in a hard boner listing to
 the left and hanging downward from the weight of that fat thing. Geno's
breathing deeply, gasping even. "God," he mutters, walking behind me. He
pushes  over a little stool and stands on it. Moving his cock's head up and down
my ass  crack leaves a trail of wet precum. Then he guides his boner to my
asshole. I  feel a drool of his precum slide down from my asshole, it drools
around and down  to the back of my balls. Then the lips of my anus are
spreading as I try keeping  balanced on my toes. He wraps both arms around my
waist, capturing both my arms  against my sides, and slowly forces his cock up
my ass as I hold my breath at  the pain. His face is against the back of my
head and I can hear him inhaling  through his nose. It really hurts in my
rectum, not feeling good at all, and  then his pubic hairs are against my
butt cheeks and now his crotch is flat  against me with pubic hairs tickling my
spanked buttocks.


"OOOOh," says Geno, "AAAH, God this feels good and you smell so awesome."
Then he begins withdrawing as he's exhaling now through his mouth with moist
 airy breath hitting the back of my head. In goes his cock again and then
out and  then in smoother and faster, and now a steady fucking slamming his
crotch  against my ass cheeks, "SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!" My
boned up  cock bounces with each thrust up my ass, but my toes are cramping
and I can't  stay on them because it's too painful. I'm hanging by my neck
with my toes  grazing the floor. Geno pulls out immediately and jumps over
to release the rope  and I collapse on the floor, my feet cramping. I massage
my feet as Geno days,  "Stand flatfooted, that's the best way to relieve
cramps," as he's lifting me  with a hand under both my armpits. I stand and
discover he's right, the cramps  fade away. He says, "That was randomly
fabulous preview," as he unhooks the hook  from my collar. His boner is very tight
and glistens with his precum that he  spread up my ass. "Time for you to
lick and suck on my asshole. Show me what you  got. Down on your knees, twat."
Taking a big deep breath I get on my knees  realizing my buttocks doesn't
sting anymore and the memory of his cock in my ass  drifts back into my mind
now that I don't need to worry about the cramping in my  toes. Remembering
his cock up my ass fucking me is hot and sexy as hell. Anxious  to feel it
again, I spread his butt cheeks. There's hair in his ass crack, but  it's
clean in there as far as I can tell. A lick up and down his crack getting  him
squirming a little and it also confirms he's clean.


As I've mentioned before, I've come to like rimming guys, which surprises
the hell out of me although it shouldn't because it's about as submissive a
thing a person can do. After flattening his ass hairs I do my regular kiss
on  each butt cheek and then proceed to cover both of them with saliva uses
long  laps of my tongue. Geno, mutters, "Awesome," as I go back to his ass
crack now  for a few more long laps. Then it's just his asshole... I suck on
it, kiss, and  lick it until it's dripping and loose. My tongue curls to
push inside him with  no problem. My nose is plaster in his crack, of course,
and I'm detecting a  musky smell that's not unpleasant, but not especially
sexy either. After only a  minute of fucking his asshole with my tongue he
moves away, chuckling, "Damn,  you're the best ass kisser ever, dude! That was
awesome, but one more minute and  I'd have lost my load. Jesus, that was
hot!" I sit back on my ankles still  tasting his ass. Precum drools out of my
dick, somehow getting past the tight  string. My cock's basically numb by now
so I'm missing sensations normally  associated with my penis.


Geno's at the drawer again, this time he comes up with handcuffs, "Hold
out your hands," he says, and when I do he cuffs them in front. "Over to get
hooked up again, Dylan," and when I follow him, he says, "That's my
submissive  boy," and hooks my collar, then pulls on the rope until my head, and me
for that  matter, are immobilized, but I'm at least flatfooted and not on my
toes. He  says, "Five minute break so my balls can calm down and then you
can suck my cock  and get it nice and hard for me to use fucking you. I fuck
only one way, hard.  Fun, huh?" He pats my cheek, then runs his fingers
through my hair, saying, "I  wasn't bull shitting about your haircut, I'd love
to have one like yours. Where  do you get your hair cut?" It's kinda awkward
with my neck pulled tight, but I  say, "My friend cuts my hair," and he's
like, "Get out!" I chuckle to myself,  then say, "I'll be glad to introduce
you. I'm sure he'd be more than willing to  give you a haircut." Geno goes,
"Nah, my mother would have a fit. Well, not a  fit because she doesn't throw
cuts, but she'd be disappointed. Jeez, I'm going  to Brown University in a
couple of weeks and still can't get my haircut like I  want." That's too bad
'cause I'd love to watch Sonny tie this nut case up and do  that elaborate
haircut on Geno.


He seems fascinated with my hair as he runs his fingers up the back of my
head and then front to back. He mutters, "You're so attractive, Dylan. Ya
know,  if you hadn't rimmed my ass I'd kiss you. You'd be the first guy I've
ever  kissed. Maybe next time, huh? Would you want to do this again?" Hmmm,
would I or  wouldn't I? Guess it depends how hot the fuck is. I couldn't
enjoy the  abbreviated one hanging by my neck, but a regular fuck might tell the
story. The  story of me and Geno and will there be a chapter two. I say, "I
don't know, to  be honest with you. You're a little bit, um, hard, ya
know?" He says, "Oh bull  shit, this isn't hard. Your type likes it a little
rough anyway, and you like  not having control of the situation as well. I can't
imagine in my wildest dream  ever allowing someone, anyone, doing to me
what I've been doing to docile  submissive you. It's fun for me being dominant
to your submissiveness, don't get  me wrong, but the other way... no way
would I consider it. Okay, we only have  about ten more minutes of fun and
games in the gym." I ask, "Do you workout on  all these machines? He goes, "Ha,
that's a good one! I don't know what half of  these fucking things are even
used for, ha ha. This is my dungeon, ya know?" He  unhooks my collar, and
says, "Let me see how good you are as a cock sucker, down  on your knees,
boy." I can't help but wonder if it will be anything like this  tomorrow in New
York with John and Billy?


Down on my knees with my hands still in the handcuffs, I use my right  hand
to pick-up his now flaccid cock and suck on the head. His cock smells a
little like my asshole so I want to get rid of that. I'd much rather smell his
 musty body scent. It requires lots of laps up the shaft and all around,
but it  doesn't take long before I smell him. It's maybe a little sexier
smelling around  his groin than his ass, which shouldn't surprise anyone. It's
actually a pretty  sexy scent so I put my nose in his pubes and lick his big
hairy nuts. Yeah, it's  sexy alright, but quite different. What the hell,
it's a sexy scent because he's  a guy if for no other reason. The head of his
cock goes in my mouth again and  this time I really work out on it with my
lips and tongue. Geno's continually  running his fingers through my hair
again, I wonder if he has a hair fetish too?  I'm really getting into sucking his
cock now and it begins to bone up nicely.  Soon it's a poker, hard and wet,
and I try taking it in my throat, but it's too  swollen by now so I suck
and lick as much of the shaft as I can reach. Can't get  any more of it in my
mouth as the head's already poking the gag reflex area of  my throat. Man, I
like sucking a cute guy's cock, but then he backs up making a  hissing
sound. A precum and saliva mixture has formed a string that connects  from his
cock's pee slit to my mouth, and miracle upon miracles, it breaks off  from
my mouth and swings down to make a wet strip across his nuts and on his
thigh. He ignores that, exclaiming, "Holy shit, Dylan! You're the best cock
sucker I ever ran into, dude, Awesome! I almost couldn't resist climaxing in
your mouth, but that wouldn't be fair to you. After all, you deserve a hard
fucking for being a good submissive boy for me and that's what I'm going to
give  you. Get your ass up... on your feet, twat."


As I stand up I'm running my tongue around my mouth enjoying Geno's
precum... interesting taste. He gets hold of the handcuffs and pulls me to a bar
on the wall that's about waist high. He fasten the handcuffs to the bar, so
I'm  now tethered here bent at the waist. He says, "Shit, I meant to untie
your cock.  He gets under me and pulls on one end of the string and it comes
right off, but  I can't feel anything down there. It's been a hard boner for
twenty minutes  sticking straight out from me, totally numb. As he's
getting out from under me  my cock losses it's boner status and droops between my
legs. A drool of precum  that's built up during Geno's various stimulations
drains out of my limp cock.  I'd love to stroke some life back into it, but
I'm handcuffed to this bar.  Looking at my cock I'm wondering if it'll bone
up while I'm being fucked. That  thought gets me excited because I can
really use a good fucking right about now.  I don't have to wait long. Geno's got
the head of his cock at my asshole again  applying pressure and the head
slides tightly inside with me grimacing at the  hurt from my stretched anus.
"Tight," say Geno, "Feels good," and he pushes it  up my ass steadily, but
slowly. Still it's stretching the hell out of my poor  ass. I groan, "Ooooow,"
which has little to no effect on Geno's, who grunts  himself, then mutters,
"You're not getting fucked regularly or you wouldn't be  this tight. Your
shortstop isn't fulfilling his responsibilities. You come  around here a
couple times a week and I'll stretch your asshole for ya, bet your  life on
that." "It really hurts, Geno, can you wait a second?" He says, "Nope,  you'll
just take it like a good little submissive boy needs to. You chose being
submissive, not me." I can't understand why it's so fucking tight going in.
It's  a fat piece of meat to start with, and it swelled when I sucked it hard,
but now  I can feel it getting even fatter. Finally, with me groaning and
pulling at the  handcuffs futilely, I feel his pubic hair against my buttocks
and with one last  push Geno's plastered against my ass. He mutters, "I
almost shot my load in your  guts just getting my bad boy up your ass. You've
got pretty melons here, Dylan.  Yep, a pretty ass alright even though it looks
like you been naughty and had a  spanking recently, heh heh."


Geno leans against my ass, his big cock really filling me up like I've
never been filled before. He rubs my back, muttering, "Nice skin," then his
hands come down my rib cage to my hips and around under my belly. The palms of
 his hands feel good, they're soft and dry. I like him rubbing my body and
the  pain's fading from my ass, so I let out a sigh of relief. He twists my
nipples  between his fingers and they both get hard and tingly. Now his hand
rub down my  chest, over my belly button, and under my balls which he cups
and puts a little  pressure on. Holding them tightly, just this side of
painfully, he says, "You  can't possibly imagine what a turn on it is for me
having you completely  helpless and under my power. It's such a rush thinking
what I could do to you if  I had a mind to. God, that gets me so aroused!"
and he drops my nuts and begins  stroking my cock, telling me, "I'd never
would do what I fantasize about doing  to one of you submissive boys. Ha, I'd
end up in jail. For you especially I'd  love to castrate you so you'd keep
your youthful good looks for years. That's if  I was able to keep you as my
slave boy, which I know I can't, but if I could I'd  castrate you myself and
cut your penis down to just a nub, put rings through  your nipples, and a plug
in your ass so you'd be open back there anytime I felt  like getting myself
off fucking you. If it were possible, would you be my slave  boy, Dylan?"
Going along with his fantasy, because fantasies are fun, I say,  "Absolutely
Geno, but you'd need to take care of me too." He says, "I'd love  that! I'd
bath you and wash your beautiful blond hair and have your friend come  over
and give both of us haircuts like he does for you. Maybe I'd fuck him too."
I say, "Swell, but how about fucking me first?" He laughs, then says,
"Okay,"  and he grips my hips and begins plowing that huge cock of his back and
forth in  my ass. No pain now, he waited until my rectum was stretched and
relaxed. It's  still extremely tight but feeling good.


And then, just like that, a firecracker of light seemingly explodes
beautifully in my brain and spreads out and out and out from the build-up of
sensations accumulating since entering this room. It's all heightened by the
contrast of medium pain and intense sexual pleasure that a submissive person
experiences when he's given control to his sex partner and is now being
highly  rewarded with the scintillating sexual act of male fucking male. All
these  feelings seem to spread from my rectum outward, although I know the
pleasure is  signaled to my brain, I sense it as coming from my ass. Geno's fat
cock slides  back and forth on my prostate. It's tightly against my anus's
lips with the lips  tightly hugging that big sex organ. Together it's
creating a symphony of  indescribable sexual pleasure that grows and grows with my
moans of pleasure  filling the room and joining the sound of Geno's groin
smacking my buttocks in a  steady, quick beat of, "Slap, slap, slap, slap,
slap, slap." His cock tightly  sliding back and forth in my ass and now Geno
lets out a long, "Oooooh, mmmmm,  oooh,'" as he cups my shoulders and begins
pulling me back into his constant  thrusting. My head is back with moans of
pleasure coming from my parted lips,  "Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, mmm, mmm,
ooh," and I don't even care that I'm making  an ass of myself. I sound like a
virgin girl finally experiencing the unexpected  thrill of sexual intercourse.
My cock has regained all it's hardness as it  barely bobs between my legs
it's so tight, the waves of pleasure from my rectum  pour over me in an
unending flow of pleasure that has me on the edge of the  world waiting to free
fall into oblivion. Everything that Geno's done and said  combined into a
perfect storm of sexual pleasure that a fantasy simply can't  match. My heads
too full of these awesome messages of pleasure so it's  impossible to sort it
all out or make any sense of how or why everything has  worked together
impossibly well. And then Geno makes a "Aaaaah,' sound. He slams  against me
with his feet moving trying to get his boner further up my ass. Then  with a
desperate moan from Geno, I feel a lot of warm creamy cum coating my  bowels.
I gasp, try standing up with me thrusting my hips as a stream of cum  pours
from my vibrating boner in a straight line to splash with a noticeable
sounds against the wall. Three more violent thrusts and three more spurts of
cum  fly from my cock with my whole body shaking. The squeal I made was as
loud as I  could come up with when my climax hit, but all I heard was a wheezy
nothing  sound. Now I'm going, "Aaah, ash, ooh fuck, mmmmm, mmm," and my
body begins to  absorb the sensations like a sponge before they retreat and
fade away leaving me  trembling and very weak like I've just finished a fifty
yard dash. Only now do I  notice my heart hammering in my chest and my
rasping way of  breathing.


Geno goes, "Oh my God... whew, what a fucking trip that was. What'd you  do
to me? Some kind of magic on my dick, dude. That's a hell of a ass for
fucking... it's fucking freaky is what it is. Jesus, dude, I almost passed
out."  I still can't talk, but now I can think about why this sex hit me so
hard? Maybe  it was just a coincidental combination of things that mixed
together and hit the  pleasure spot in my brain just right. One of those
convergence of things that  might never happen again. Geno pumps my ass for another
minute, saying, "I could  do this all night. Wow!" and he pulls out, mumbling,
"But we don't have all  night." Cum, and I mean quite a bit of it, is
running down the inside of both my  legs as I look at the wall and see the big
cum splat from me and the drools of  cum running down the wall to pool on the
floor. Geno opens my handcuffs and I  stand up, turn, then without thinking
we both put our arms around each other and  hug, swaying side to side for a
few seconds. He says, "I may have met my match  tonight. You're really
special. Somehow I think it's me who got schooled instead  of my intention of
schooling you." I mutter, "Man, I don't know about getting  schooled, but that
was one monstrous orgasm you fucked out of me." He says, "We  gotta do this
again," and I shrug, "Sure why not. You're obviously a little  deranged, but
basically I don't think you'd hurt me anymore than you did  tonight." He
says, "Well, maybe a little more, heh heh, but nothing permanent,  ya know."
I'm feeling my ass that's sticky wet and my asshole's gaping open. He  sees
me feeling the mess on my ass, and says, "Come on, there's a bathroom in  the
rec room." We walk through a door into a laundry room and off that there's
a  door to a full bathroom. He nods at the second door in the bathroom, and
says,  "The recreation room is through there, but we need the bathroom." He
wets a  washcloth and does a damn nice job of cleaning my ass and legs, When
he's drying  them, he says, "Damn, dude, you got hot legs. Maybe I better
not do it with you  again, I might fall in love." Yeah, just what I need.
Finished cleaning me up,  he cleans his dick and groin where some of his own
cum was pulled out of my ass  when he humped me after climaxing. All clean we
go back to the gym and pick up  our clothes.


When dressed, he asks, "What did you mean I'm a little deranged? That  hurt
my fucking feelings, dude." I say, "Think of it as deranged in a good way,
okay?" He chuckles, "I'll try." We go out to his car and get in it with
Geno saying, "Your boyfriend needs to get his act together and fuck you more
often. I sure as hell would if I was lucky enough to have a boyfriend like
you."  He starts the car as I ask, "What personality are you using now?" He
laughs, "I  don't fucking know. You've now got me mixing personalities I
guess. Let's get  our asses back to the party and we'll figure this out later."
Pulling into  traffic, he says, "By the time we get back we'll have been
gone almost an hour."  He roars down the highway like a bat out of hell, and
after a minute asks the  question I knew was coming. "So, um, how was my
fucking? Was it as good for you  as it was for me?" I control my urge to smirk
because I knew he'd have to ask,  then I say, "If it was fabulous for you, we
had the same experience. I'm not  even pissed off at you for over-paddling
my ass." He chuckles, "That shit turns  me on something crazy." I mutter,
"Ergo, you're a little deranged," and he says,  "Yeah, I guess I am, but I'm
mostly harmless. You aren't anything like I  expected. You do that submissive
stuff so that it comes across as, I don't know,  I want to say dignified. I
never saw that before." I go, "Yeah, I hear that all  the time," and he
laughs.


to be continued...    Donny Mumford   thinat20@yahoo.com



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