Date: Thu, 4 Sep 2014 12:11:06 -0400 From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 101 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 101 by Donny Mumford Bean left two minutes ago and I'm back in the basement sweeping up his hair clippings thinking about two surprises tonight. One was Bean fucking me so awesomely, I never expected that. The other surprise was Bean telling me he blew Manny, and sometime or other Manny fucked him. He said that happened in the past and I'm not sure of the time table, but I get the impression it was at least a few years ago. I guess oral sex isn't unheard of for young teens experimenting with their recently discovered sexuality, although anal intercourse seems a bit unlikely at that age. I'm merely assuming in both those cases because I've no real knowledge of how prevalent either of those sex acts are among teens. Manny engaging in early gay sex is a bigger surprise to me than Bean doing it, but I didn't think either of them had gay tendencies. Not until Bean asked if I'd blow him a few weeks ago. That came out of the blue. He said he's been curious about gay sex ever since Ray came 'out' as bisexual. Back then, when he asked me, Bean's curiosity had the ring of truth to it. I now know he experimented with gay sex before with Manny, and who knows who else, so Bean lied by saying he was just 'curious'. Now it looks like Bean has definitely moved past the curiosity phase. He's looking for more sex with me which conflicts sharply with my attempts to cut back on side-sex. The thing is, he fucked me so good I'm thinking along the same lines he is, I'd like to do it again too. I've also developed some hot's for Manny of late, and now that I've discovered his past gay experimentation my desire to be fucked by that pretty, brainiac Hispanic lad is even more intriguing then ever. For some reason I'm thinking he probably fuck's good. These things are not what I should be thinking about because there are 101 other things I need to deal with like getting over this cold, my upcoming sophomore year at college, our apartment, the new threesome Robby's planning, cutting back on side sex, and missing the barbecue after work tomorrow, among other things... they should be on my mind more than Bean and Manny. The basement's cleaned up and I'm feeling tired so I use my head for once, take a quick shower and then go to bed. While waiting for sleep I think about my true love, Robby, and just like that thoughts of Bean and Manny fade away. In the morning I see that Robby texted me last night saying it was too late to call and telling me he loves me and that I should get a good night's sleep. Well, I did get a good night's sleep. In fact Chubby had to wake me to give me a breakfast of hot oatmeal, orange juice, and tea this morning. After doing that he was running late so off he went. Then it's another slow morning for me. I spent most of the time in bed and then mom made chicken soup again for my lunch and I ate all of it. I'm feeling better than I have for a few days now. Lunch is followed by another totally boring day of course, and to make matters worse Robby can't see me tonight because one of the clumsy new guys got his foot cut on the walk-behind mower near the end of the day. Robby's at the emergency room with him. He called me from there telling me it's very busy and he's gonna be there awhile. We talked for ten minutes or so with me nagging him to let me go to work tomorrow. He finally lost patience and snapped at me, saying, "No nagging, Dylan! I've made my decision and you need to accept it." Then he apologized for being grumpy, but I got the message and dropped the subject. So, Robby wouldn't give in, but he did say I can come to the barbecue after work tomorrow. Friday's the last day on the job for the regular part time crew and I'll at least have a chance to see the guys and say goodbye to those I might not see again. Plus tomorrow I'll get a good barbecue dinner and a couple of beers. That's awesome because I can't wait to get out of this condo! I'm changing the linens on my bed when Chubby shows up with our dinner. It's Kentucky fried chicken with mac and cheese and cole slaw. We eat it at the kitchen bar and then Chubby stays with me for an hour or so telling me what happened at work today and about tomorrow's barbecue. They were already setting up for it this afternoon. All the work crews, not just ours, plus all the office staff from the other divisions of the company will be attending, so it's a big deal. I'm looking at my wristwatch expecting Sonny any minute and then Chubby offers to cancel his date with Gina and stay to keep me company. I insist he go on his date explaining a posse boy is coming for a haircut. Chubby looks relieved because I'm pretty sure he didn't want to miss the chance to nail Gina one more time before we leave for college. If you ask me my brother spends too much time thinking about getting laid, but I'm not gonna say anything to him. I just hope he knows what he's doing. We have a hug and then Chubby takes off giving me a sweet smile and rubbing my head. I always feel loved when Chubby and me do anything together. I almost wanted to call Sonny to cancel his haircut so I could hang out with Chubby, but I didn't pull the trigger on that and now Chubby's gone. So, now I'm waiting for Sonny and getting kind of squirmy thinking about what a sexy dominant kid Sonny's turned out to be. It always seems sexier to me when my dominant sex partner is smaller than me, like Ryan or maybe even Manny. Cory fits that mold too. Cute, short, little, and skinny dominant guys rock my world, and Sonny's not only smaller than me, he's also younger. That's really hot! This is like a date tonight so I'm getting myself cleaned-up in the bathroom, then I get dressed. Sonny's late so I try smoking a cigarette on the balcony. Bad idea as it makes me dizzy and my throat's still a little scratchy. Except for a runny nose and the slightly scratchy throat my cold is just about gone. I feel pretty good actually, but not totally back so I step on what amounts to a whole cigarette after two drags, then kick it off the balcony through the railing. Inside I gargle with Listerine mint mouth wash and then look at my reflection in the mirror. I've been putting Vaseline on my nose and upper lip so they don't get raw from all the nose blowing and that's worked, but I need to wash off the remaining Vaseline. Also, an hour ago I took an antihistamine tablet to slow up my runny nose and it's working too, so I almost look normal. I wouldn't want to gross out Sonny with mucus running out my nose or anything like that. I'm looking out the window and see Sonny pull up on his motorbike. Watching him come up the steps I can help but grin, and now he's ringing the doorbell. Damn, he looked cute skipping up the steps. He's wearing shorts and his legs and arms looked adorably skinny, but I know he's a tough little kid. Hee hee, I watch him breathe into his cupped hand now, I guess to see if his breath stinks. I've done that at times, but I don't know if you can smell your own breath. Sonny runs his fingers through his hair and then smoothes his t-shirt making himself presentable after the ride over here. Cute and sexy. Groping myself, I answer the door determined to be cool like this no big deal, like I'm blasé, not horny. It's not my first rodeo, but I always feel a little nervous. Sonny's grinning as he stands there with his hands in his pocket playing with himself. I stare at him a second, then say, "Yes, little boy, can I help you?" He smirks at me, then asks, "Are you over Ray's cold yet?" I say, "It's not necessarily Ray's cold, you muppet. I don't know if I caught it from him, but I'm pretty much over it whoever I caught it from." He nods his head, muttering, "Good," and holds up a bag, "Gifts for you." I'm like, "Oh, thanks, Sonny!" I look in the bag and see sex toys. Returning the smirk he gave me, Sonny says, "They're not actually a gift except for usage tonight. We'll have to stay here at your house because everyone is home at my house. Last night nobody was home, but you couldn't make it then, ya big baby." We're still standing at the front door so I tell him to come in, then close the door, saying, "I'm glad to see you, Sonny. What have you been up to?" He goes, "Hanging with my homeboys and fucking around with our motorbikes. A little screwing around too, you know." He stops then, glares at me, then gets his arm around my neck pulling my head down and rubbing my scalp with his knuckles, yelling, "You got a short haircut from someone other than me. I told you not to do that. You need to learn to do what I say, boyfriend. I'm the boss!" I mutter, "I know, I know, but you're not the only boss I got and all my bosses insist on me getting my haircut the way they want it. This is just the first haircut I've had from a professional barber since coming back from spring break." Sonny lets go of my neck, mumbling, "It's okay, maybe I didn't feel like giving you a haircut anyway." I go, "Oh, cool, Sonny. I'm glad you're not pissed off." He says, "I didn't say I wasn't pissed off about it, I said maybe I don't feel like giving you a haircut anyway. That's 'maybe' I don't." I go, "Whatever, don't be a pain in the ass, okay?" He gooses my crotch, "I am never a pain in the ass. Truth is I need a back to school haircut myself, so we'll do that first." I go, "Okay, I love cutting orange hair," and he laughs, then says, "And you love putting your nose in orange pubic hair while blowing me too, right?" It makes my dick move just thinking about sucking Sonny's pale creamy cock. His long penis looks so hot surrounded by his bright orange pubic hairs. I look into Sonny's eyes, and he chuckles, "I love you, Dylan! You're horny and hot for me, I can see it in your eyes." I frown, "Whaddaya mean? Can't I look you in the eyes without you thinking I'm hot for you?" He asks, "You don't think I'm sexy?" I say, "Well yeah, you're sexy alright. Come on down stairs now and I'll shampoo your hair." I'm trying to remember the word Manny used yesterday meaning sexual arousal giving or getting a shampoo. I'll never remember it. Goosing me on my ass this time, Sonny holds onto a fistful of my butt cheek as we're going down the steps. He mutters, "After my haircut you're getting the whole treatment tonight, boy. Tonight is your night to be my submissive sex toy... it's your turn to experience my dominant ways. It's been too long between dates for us so I'll make up for that tonight. No one is as much fun or as sexy as you." I try goosing his balls, but he's too agile moving away. Grinning, I say, "You say it's my turn. Have you been messin' around sexually dominating another kid besides me?" He asks, "Why, are you jealous?" and I ask, "Who is it?" We're in the bathroom downstairs now and Sonny sits in the chair smirking, so I ask again, "Who's the other guy? It's not your brother, is it?" Sonny says, "You and Devon have something going on, don't you?" I'm like, "No! Don't be stupid, who's the other kid you're sharing your dick with?" He says, "I asked Devon if you two were diddling each other and he acted suspicious." I go, "Jesus Christ, forget Devon! Who's your boyfriend on the side." He shrugs, then says, "Just my fist, but it's sweet that you're jealous. You're my only boyfriend, Dylan." I mutter, "I thought so. Go ahead and take off your shirt," then I add, "Anyway I'm not jealous, you little shit, I'm curious if another posse boy has switched sides." He mumbles, "You were too jealous! And hell, how would I know if anyone except you and Ray are gay? And Ray's not even gay, he's bisexual." I'm like, "Liar," and then I wet his hair. It's the same length hair as all the posse boys, it's grown out to almost an inch and a half from the burr haircuts they all got last time. Sonny's another kid with great hair, except for the color... ha ha. Actually it looks red, not orange, when wet. During his shampoo and haircut Sonny never shuts up. He has me chuckling at the outrageous things he says, most of which is total bullshit. I'm the only sex partner he's ever had, but everything he says makes it seem like he's the most sexually experienced and confident kid in Framingham. I gotta laugh at his moxie. He asked for the same haircut his brother got, basically a trim, which unfortunately doesn't take long to do. When it done Sonny checks himself out in the mirror, then points at me, saying, "You need to get undressed," and as I do that, he asks, "Are you still a health risk as far as your flu goes?" I say, "It wasn't a flu, I had a cold, but I don't think I'm contagious now." He goes, "You don't think?" I say, "How would I know if I'm still contagious? I've been sick all fucking week, so how long could it last?" He shrugs as I stand naked before him and he's casually groping my cock and balls, muttering, "Nice package you got down here, Dylan. Damn nice." With my dick in his fist, he looks at me, takes a deep breath, and says, "Here goes." Letting go of my dick, he cups behind my head with both hands and brings my head down to his level, he hesitates a second, and then sticks his tongue in my mouth. He's not sure if he just caught my cold or not, but it's the beginning of a very hot make out. I've been missing making-out all week... it's one of the sexiest things you can do with another guy. Our hands are all over each other and wow, he makes-out hot! My arms end up around his waist hugging his slim body against mine as we kiss and lick tongues. It goes on for a couple of minutes. Sonny doesn't stop until I've got a tight boner that's up against my belly. Then he stops and looks at me as we both breathe deeply. Sonny nods his head and reaches over to take my boner in his fist, saying, "You turn me on, Dylan. Come on over here so I can handcuff you." I complain, "You don't need the handcuffs, Sonny, I'll go along with your devious plans for tonight, whatever they are." He yanks on my boner, "You're suppose to be acting submissive to me or it won't be any fun." Sonny's under the impression I'm acting when I get submissive, just like he's acting being dominant. Actually I'm already feeling a little submissive with no acting involved at all. With his hold on my cock Sonny pulls me over to the chaise lounge. I stand in front of him with my hands on his shoulders as he strokes my hard penis a few times making me gasp, then he crunches my nuts doubling me over. He mutters, "Just so you remember who's in charge here. Now stand there, you sexy thing." I grunt and deal with the fleeting pain in my balls. Sonny didn't squeeze them nearly as hard as Ryan used to do. I wonder if Ryan will put me through that again, assuming I'm right about him adopting his dominant role again when he sees me. The pain fades and I'm standing up straight again. Sonny still has my cock in his fist, as he mutters, "Ya big baby. I didn't squeeze your nuts that hard." He's using his free hand to fish around in the bag of toys. He'd dropped the bag on the chaise lounge when we first came down here. Then, letting go of my boner, he handcuffs my hands behind me, then puts a ball gag with an elastic band around my head, and says, "I've basically got you totally under my control now, Dylan, but to be sure," and he put a Velcro strip around both ankles allowing me only short steps when walking. He gives my ass a slap, "Slap!" muttering, "Upstairs we go, you get a head start to your bedroom." Another hard, "SMACK!" on my ass makes me jump a little, then I start walking towards the steps only advancing about a foot with each step I take. Licking my lips at the awesome submissive feeling I'm experiencing, my hard cock tightens up further as Sonny watches me until I'm almost upstairs, then he follows with his bag of toys. He says, "You're really into your role, Dylan. It's giving me a hard-on, dude. Jesus, this is hot!" In my bedroom he sits me in the desk chair and ties my feet to the legs of the chair and stretches a bungee cord around my chest and the back of the chair. It's not too comfortable with my hands handcuffed behind me. Sonny's chuckling and acting extra smug as he hooks up the two ends of the bungle cord in back. He looks at me shaking his head slowly, muttering, "You're so easy, Dylan, I love you for it too." Oh, I feel good, the submissiveness buzzes around my balls and stomach like there's a handheld electric massager down there. It's awesome, but then I frown at Sonny as he takes scissors from the bag of toys, grinning. Holding the scissors up, he goes, "Ta da! I was only bull shitting you. You didn't think I'd let you get by without one of my special haircuts, did you?" I start trying to talk around the ball gag, but it's just gibberish with saliva running down my chin. He wipes the saliva off with his hand, giggling, and then kisses the top of my nose, saying, "You're the cutest guy I've ever seen, and you're my boyfriend, yeah!" I'm shaking my head, but he says, "Yes, we're boyfriends! God, you're cute." I can feel my face get red as he combs through my short hair, saying, "This looks like a ten day old haircut, maybe two weeks old. I'll crisp it up for you." I shake my head again even as my submissive state of mind tightens and my boner moves on my belly. Sonny grips my chin holding my head steady and with his face close to mine, our noses almost touching, he says, "Hold your head still so I don't fuck up your haircut. Be a good submissive boy for me, please! You know I'll do what I want, so all you need to do is what I tell you." I suppress a moan as I stare back at him. He roughly runs his fingers through my hair pushing my head back, "Be a good boy now," and oh fuck, it's my own dumb fault. I've been yearning for a submissive sexy time so I'll need to take whatever mister dominant Sonny has in mind for me, or it wouldn't be a sub/dom thing. Sonny's really good at this as I tighten my stomach muscles feeling that handheld massager on my nuts again, mmmm, feels so good. Chattering away happily Sonny's grinning and stroking my cock, then he kisses my cheek murmuring that I'm the greatest sport in the world. Yeah, yeah, that's me, especially when I have no choice. He puts his tongue in my ear and when it's dripping with his spit, he whispers, "Now I'm going to cut your hair and you're going to hold your head steady." Sonny's apparently finally ready to start, and then all I hear for the next fifteen minutes is the subtle, "Crunch" sound of the scissors cutting through my dry hair. Very short clippings are soon covering my shoulders and lap. Sonny doesn't talk when he's cutting hair, and the quiet, steady, "Crunch, crunch, crunch," sounds put me into a deeper and deeper submissive state. All Sonny needs to do is lightly touch the side of my head with one of his fingers and I obediently lean my head over the other way, then he touches the back of my head and I lean my head forward as, "Crunch, crunch, crunch," sounds fill my ears with a shower of fine hair clipping falling from my head. An occasional quiet, "Good boy," from Sonny is all he says, and then more, "Crunch, crunch, crunch," as my boner throbs and I float in the air absorbing my dreamy submissive state of mind. Finally he says, "All done," then, "No wait," and with the comb flat on my head there's more, "Crunch, crunch, crunch," sounds as he moves the comb to the back of my head. He moves the comb over and, "Crunch, crunch, crunch," all the way to the back of my head again, and a little further over and the same thing, "Crunch. crunch, crunch." Precum drools down the shaft of my boner that's so hard now it's moved away from my stomach, pointing out. Another shower of very short hair clipping drifts off my nose, and more, "Crunch, crunch," as clippings drift down the back of my neck. I hope he never stops, but eventually he says, "There, that's does it." Grinning, Sonny rubs his nose against mine, murmuring, "You're the most fun I've ever had, Dylan." In a stupor, I stare at the now serious expression on his face as he inspects all around my head, then he puts the scissors down, asking, "Do you wanna see your new haircut?" I couldn't care less, but he holds a mirror in front of me and lifts my chin so I'm looking at the mirror in a fog. The hairs on top of my head might be even shorter than the barber cut them for my last haircut, but the hairs on the sides, and I presume the back, are a little longer because Sonny uses only scissors, not clippers. It looks fine of course, just like all his haircuts. He's a savant with haircutting, a freak of nature. No one could cut hair this short and cut it this evenly with just scissors over comb, but he can. He says, "Nod your head if you like it," so I nod my head and he claps his hands, and yells, "Yes!" which brings me out of my submissive state of mind a little. Sonny goes, "It looks better than before, don'cha think?" I nod my head again because I think it does look better. Sonny's excited, he goes, "I like doing it a lot! I never knew it'd be so cool cutting hair. Wow, it's fun and you were you're usual cooperative good-boy submissive self during your haircut. You're awesome at that submissive stuff, much better than the wimpy slave-boys on the videos." Then he talks baby talk pinching my cheek, saying, "You're such a good submissive boy for me! My cute slave boy." He kisses my cheek again, then a long wet smooch on my forehead as he hugs my head. Sonny gets on his knees in front of me to stroke my wet boner again, then sucks on it for sixty seconds making me squirm and moan in the chair, straining against the bungee cord. My balls are heavy with cum and just before I have an orgasm Sonny pulls his mouth away. There's a long string of my precum extending from the pee slit of my dick to his lips. Grinning, he licks around his mouth and then sucks the rest of the precum off my cock and balls where it landed when the string broke away from his lips. "Yum," he goes, then unhooks the bungee cord and pulls me forward, my legs still tied to the chair. Holding my shoulders he gentle rest me on my knees and forehead. Pulling down his shorts his hard boner bobs up and down. He kicks his shorts off, pulls his t-shirt over his head, and straddles me in back. Two seconds later he pushes the head of his cock past my sphincter muscle, "Aaaaah," sounds coming from Sonny. I make the same sound in my throat as I tighten my ass muscles loving the feeling of his boner's head inside me. He's not a shy lad and his cock goes up my ass steadily spreading the walls of my rectum in it's path. It's tight and hurts a little until he lays against my buttocks rubbing his hand up and down my sides, muttering, "Aaah, you're being so good... my perfectly submissive boyfriend. I'm going to win you away from Dickers. Did you know that, Dylan? Rob is an awesome baseball player and really good looking, but he can't fuck you like I can and you love a good size cock up your ass, so... ya know. He can't possibly appreciate your awesome ass as much as I do either. You'll see." Sonny's words drift in from far off as I concentrate on floating with my ass filled tightly and nicely. The lips of my asshole grip his boner's shaft anxiously awaiting the sexy stimulation when he withdraws his cock and then plows it back up my ass. I moan in my throat trying to remember who's fucking me. Sonny smacks the side of my ass, "SMACK!" and then pulls his cock back and smoothly drives it right back up my ass, as he's moaning, "Mmmmm, aaaah, it feels so good, Dylan." Then a minute of quick, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," has me moaning constantly at the awesome sensations from being fucked really well, and with almost the perfect cock. After only two minutes he pulls out entirely, and, "SMACK! SMACK!" on my ass. Sonny comes around in front of me and takes my ball gag out. He drops it on the floor, saying, "Did you know I never wash that thing? I probably should though," and he chuckles. "Up you go," he mutters as he lifts me up onto my knees. My hands still handcuffed behind me, I stare at his long hard shiny cock surrounded by bright orange pubic hairs. Sonny lifts his cock, murmuring, "Open up, Dylan." In a trance I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. Sonny touches my tongue with the head of his cock, then slides his sloppy cock into my mouth on my tongue, murmuring, "That's my good submissive boy. Clean my dick for me, please." I suck on his cock as he rubs my head, saying, "That feels good too, and I love your haircut." Sonny grips behind my head then, and pulls my head onto his cock which slides past my gag reflex area and goes into my throat. Just as he predicted my nose is buried in his orange pubic hairs and, yes, I like that quite a bit. My cock throbs and cum or precum drools down the shaft and collects around my balls. It felt like a slow-motion orgasm as my shoulders shudder and I gasp around his hard sloppy cock. He keeps my face plastered against him until I'm struggling with the need to breathe. He pulls his cock back up from my throat and when the head is at the back of my tongue I inhale deeply and Sonny's sweet sexy scent causes my shoulders to shudder spastically as more liquid drools from my cock. It feels like I'm having mild orgasms, oh so awesome and my shoulders shudder again. Sonny fuck's my throat a half dozen times, then laughs, "I'm gonna cum, Jesus!" as he pulls his hard cock completely out of my mouth and hops around, muttering, "No, don't!" meaning have a climax I imagine. His jumping around jars me out of my deep submissive state, although I'm still feeling docile and contented. I love this. So dreamy and sexy. Little Sonny looks so young and cute doing his little dance with his boner, shiny with saliva, bobbing all over the place. He stops and grins at me, "That was close, Dylan. I almost wasted my creamy load and I want to save it for you." He comes over and squeezes my shoulder, asking, "Having fun?" He's so upbeat and happy it makes me smile, and he goes, "I knew you were having fun." Then very conversationally, he asks, "Hey, how do you do that so well. The submissive acting, I mean. You get me so fucking hot with that act of yours." I shrug, not wanting to talk because I've already lost a lot of my trance. He goes, "No, really, how do you do it?" What the fuck, I say, "It's not acting, Sonny. I really am submissive for certain guys during sex, like with you." He goes, "Get the fuck outta here. It's not an act? That's so fucking cool!" Lots of energy from Sonny. It makes me grin at him again. He gets up on his knees in front of me, and with a hand on my shoulder, he asks, "Hey, you said with certain guys? How many guys are fucking you anyway?" Luckily I'm mostly out of my trance state so I'm able to lie. If I was deep into a dreamy state I don't know if I could. I turn it into a question, "You mean recently?" He nods his head, muttering, "Yeah, presently, this week for example." I say, "Sadly, you're the only one. I'd like to do it more often, but just you this week." Then I remember Bean, and add, "Oh, and one other one time. You probably know who that is." He says, "Well, duh. You're boyfriend, Dickers, of course. Does he play the dominant role in sex?" I now remember Seth fucked me Monday morning too, but why complicate matters. Forgetting Sonny's last question, I ask, "Um, Robby?" and he's like, "Yeah, Rob, who else would I be talking about. He's my main competition now that Ray dumped you. Does Rob Dickers act dominant." I go, "Nah, Robby's not all that dominant. We're into lover's sex. We're in love." He says, "Well, so am I. You wanna do lover's sex?" I mumble, "No, not so much, Sonny. This is fun for a change." He stands up, "Well, okay, you ready for your paddling?" Surprisingly I am. It'll be good practice to get ready for Ryan. I know he'll want to do the dominant stuff with me again even if he doesn't know it yet himself. I say, "Okay, but not too hard." Sonny chuckles, "It'll be hard, Dylan. You sure you don't want to try lover's sex? We could get in your bed and I'll fuck you lovingly." It's tempting, but I'll get that with Robby tomorrow or Saturday at the latest. I don't know when I'll get the chance for sub/dom sex again. It might take me as long as a week to bring Ryan around again. I go, "It's fun being submissive to you, Sonny." He goes, "Yeah, it is for me too. You're awesome. You're spoiling me for anyone else, ya know. No one can compare with you as a sex partner. Oh well, I'll make the most of it while I can." He helps get me on my feet and then takes my handcuffs off temporarily, but puts them back on my wrists again, in front this time. He says, "I don't want to hit your hands when I'm spanking you. Your ass is gonna be shiny red when I'm done with it." I say, "Don't overdo it, Sonny, or we won't do this again." He laughs, "Empty threat," and unties my feet from the chair, but leave my ankles tied loosely together so I can walk taking short steps. He takes hold of my dick again, it's still firm but it doesn't qualify as a boner at the moment, and leads me away with my cock in his fist. We go from my desk to the middle of the room. He looks at me, holding his hand out, showing me, "It's sticky, you're penis is sticky." I shrug as he giggles, muttering, "So much fun. Just stand here, okay?" He gives me a cute smirk, then goes to his bag of tricks to come up with a ping pong paddle. Swinging the paddle from way back he smacks my ass, "SMACK!!" as I yelp, "OW! Fuck!" Sonny laughs, then says, "That made my dick move, I swear to God it did. Jeez." Sonny rubs my stinging ass, asking, "Was that too hard?" I go, "You're damn right it was," and he says, "Okay, lean over and rest your forearms on your thighs." I do that and he goes, "Ouuu, that's a good submissive position." Then, "SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!" and I screech out and move away with Sonny following me, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" He stops and helps me over to my bed where I lay on my stomach holding my breath against the pain with my ass on fire. He says, "I'm sorry, it's what ya gotta do according to the videos. Those guys seem to like getting spanked a lot more than you do. Wait here, I've got something to help." He goes to the bag and looks for something as I continue holding my breath planning on whipping his ass when I get loose from my bonds. Sonny comes over to me, saying, "This is Lanacane spray. It's used to numb sunburn, and it works too." He sprays it on my ass and it does sooth the pain. Then he rubs my butt cheeks with a cream, saying, "It's kinda funny seeing you hopping around trying to get away from your spanking, but I'm sorry it hurts you so much. You're not mad at me are you?" and he lays on the bed next to me with his face close to mine, asking, "Are you mad at me?" and then he hops up and straddles my back rubbing my head. "I'm gonna give you a massage to calm you down," and he begins massaging my scalp, shoulders, and the back of my neck. I feel his now flaccid penis sliding on my back and the lips of his bare asshole moving on my spine as he massages under me rubbing my nipples until they're hard. Shimming down my back to the backs of my thighs he gently massages my butt cheeks until they're warm and feeling pretty good. Then he rubs my back slowly moving up my back again massaging as he goes. He probably doesn't weight more than a hundred and ten pounds. His knees on either side of me hug my sides, it all feels good and from my ass to the top of my scalp the skin feels pleasantly warm and invigorated. Done his massaging Sonny lays on my back and hugs my head. With the side of his face against the side of mine, he whispers, "Say something, Dylan," and he kisses me, "Tell me you're not mad at me for spanking you." My ass feels good now and his skinny body feels good laying on me. I smell his cute sexy scent and hear his boyish voice. It almost sounds like Robby. I mutter, "I'm gonna kick your ass as soon as I'm free." He giggles, "No you're not, you're too nice. If I fuck you real good, will you stop being mad at me?" I say, "Maybe," and he gets his lips on the side of mine to kiss the side of my mouth, and then his tongue licks my teeth. I move my head and open my mouth a little letting his tongue in. He's so fucking sexy. Sonny wrestles me over on my back with me helping, and now he's laying on top of me, chest to chest. With my hands handcuffed in front, his cock and balls rub over them as Sonny squirms on top of me hugging my head and making-out so sexily it brings my boner back up again, and then his cock bones up too. It's a inch longer than mine. We're squirming against each other now and it's a hot sexy time, for sure. Then Sonny slides down my body and gets between my legs, saying, "Pull your legs back, Dylan, and I'll fuck you good with you on your back. Then I can see your cute face get all contorted from the sexual pleasure I'm gonna give you, and oh yeah, me too, hee hee." I pull my legs back, but cant spread them because of the ankle ties. Sonny mutters, "Oh yeah," and undoes the Velcro strips and I spread my legs. He grins at me, muttering, "Yeah, that's much more better." What a muppet he is. Then, grinning again, he shimmies up my body, a knee on either side of me, and comes right up to my face with his crotch, saying, "Do your duty, boy," and I take his firm cock in my mouth and suck it and lick it all over with Sonny squirming on me moaning and groaning until his cock is the hardest bone in his body. He pulls his cock from my mouth and it sticks straight out from the orange pubes so tight it barely bouncing as he goes back down my torso and between my legs again. Sonny's face is red as he takes two deep breaths, then pushes his cock's head against my asshole and past my sphincter muscle. He makes a popping sound with his lips, as I go, "Aaaah, oooh yeah." Sonny opened my rectum up some fifteen minutes or so ago and now his boner slides up inside me like a custom fit. I wonder if he did that on purpose? Smart little muppet. I bite my bottom lip, grunting, "Fuck, Sonny, that feels awesome, yeah dude, fuck me." Guess I'm not mad at him anymore. I like his spunk and confidence... Sonny's awesome. He gets both hands under my ass raising it a little. His knees are touching either side of my ass with Sonny up on his knees a bit as he moves his hips forward arching his back, pushing his cock up my ass. I can see his ribs as I'm moaning, "Mmmmmm, ahh, ooh fuck that's good." Then his hips begin smoothly moving front to back like in a dirty fast dance, and his piston of a cock slides back and forth in my ass with my head going from side to side on the pillow as I squirm on the mattress in extreme sexual pleasure. Some sex hits the right notes better than others and this is one of those times. My ass begins to sting as the warmth of the massage wears off, but that seems to heighten the sexual sensations of pleasure I'm feeling inside my rectum and around my anus. My hard cock bobs in front of Sonny and he drives his cock steadily up my ass bumping me back and forth a little, and it's a fantastic ride. He strokes my cock now and then with me moaning and arching my back, totally being controlled by Sonny. His seven inch boner for some reason feels even better in my rectum than Bean's seven inch cock last night and I don't know why that is. Maybe because of the dominant things Sonny did before this anal sex act. It's all got me high as a kite, absolutely loving being fucked by my little orange haired dominant sex partner. I'm moaning and blowing misty exhales out as the sensations swarm all over the pleasure areas of my brain. I want to hug Sonny and kiss him for the pleasure his fucking is giving me. I moan out his name and, hearing me, his red face gets a big smile on it as he hammers his cock up my ass harder. The, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds of his pale body colliding with my spanked ass is muted some by all his orange pubic hairs. I want to shave him down there so I can hear the pure slapping sounds of our bodies coming together rhythmically during our male fucking. Raising my head I look at my rock hard cock drooling precum and then Sonny leans over me with a hand on either side of me. Sweat drips from his cute face as his hips never slow up and the piston continuously stimulates my prostate and ass lips until I could scream at the sexual pleasure of it all. Then Sonny collapses on me still humping his hips, but more spastically then before, and finally while whining with pleasure he hold his crotch tight against me and I feel the stream of warm and creamy cum hit the walls of my rectum. I squeal like a girl as cum pumps from my cock, but it doesn't go far because Sonny's on top of me still fucking and making more whining sounds of sexual pleasure. Another hump of my hips as more cum pours our of my nuts onto some part of Sonny's belly. My body shakes as sensations flood over me and my shoulders shudder as I'm hugging Sonny against me tightly. I feel his whole body shake. twice and then he lays in my arms limply, moaning quietly. I feel fantastic as I rub through Sonny damp hair. He worked up quite a sweat doing all the heavy lifting for our fuck. Kissing the top of his head, I mutter, "You're awesome, Sonny," and he squirms on me getting comfortable with the side of his forehead laying against the side of my chin. Taking a deep breath, he murmurs, "Can you ever love me, Dylan?" I rub his back, muttering, "I already do," and he murmur, "You know what I mean." Oh fuck, this again. I say, "In a different time and place, sure, I could love you the way you mean, Sonny." He nods his head, moving it on my chest, then mutters, "Thanks, Dylan." We lay like this for awhile, so long in fact I think he's fallen asleep. I go, "Are you sleeping, Sonny?" He chuckles, "No, I'm staying like this forever. My cock up your ass and you hugging me." I roll him off me with his cock pulling from my ass and me going, "Mmmmm," as a few seconds of sensations swirl around my ass, then it's gone. I take a deep noisy breath, then say, "Let's get something to drink." He hops up, "Okay," and we go into the kitchen naked. We share a Snapple, the last of the ones Robby brought for me two days ago. After the drink we're getting cleaned up in my bathroom with Sonny goofing around goosing me and rubbing his cock against my leg as he tells me he's the boss of us. I can't help but hug his shoulders against me and kiss him. I've got a soft spot in my heart for Sonny. He insinuates himself against me hugging me and humping his cock against me until it's hard again. He pushes me against the sink and smacks my ass, "SLAP!" and then his cock goes up my ass again. I gasp bending over to grab the sink as I lift my ass for him. Sonny's arms go around my waist and he fuck's me fast and hard for a couple of minute feeling better than the first time. I'm moaning, "Sonny, umm, ooh, ooh, oh," as my cock gets hard with the head bouncing off the front of the sink with each hard hump up my ass. Sonny's pounding his body into me as we're both grunting and moaning and I feel another hot orgasm coming on... oh my God, it's awesome! Then my squeal with my back arching again as a plop of cum splats against the sink. That's all there is to my orgasm, but it has a sizzling affect all around my groin with my rectum sending out it's notice of deep sexual pleasure. I'm limp as Sonny imitates my squeal, either on purpose or subconsciously, holding his crotch against my ass. He makes two desperate pushes against me and I assume he's shooting more cum into my bowels. Then he's draped over my back with his arms hanging loosely on either side of me. We're like that for maybe a minute. Then Sonny moans again, straightens up and backs up a step pulling his cock from my ass. Cum drools down the back of my legs. I stand up and turn around as Sonny falls against me and hugs me tightly. My arms go around his waist, the top of his head level with my nose. Great scent from Sonny as my fingers ruffle the hairs at the back of his head. After awhile he mutters, "Pretty good buddy sex, huh Dylan?" I say, "Hard to imagine better, Sonny." Letting go of each other we get dressed and go out on the balcony where I try a cigarette again and discover I'm okay with it this time, so my cold is mostly a thing of the past. Nothing like a couple of good fuck's wrapped around some dominant behavior to cure what ails you. Sonny nags me about how we're going to get together so he can dominate my ass when I'm away at college and I encourage him to dominate someone's ass his own age. It's mostly nonsensical chatter we're doing now, and when he says he has to go, we have a really sweet kiss goodbye. I walk him down to his motorbike and ask for a ride. He says, "Five minutes only, Dylan, I'm late getting home as it is. I'm supposed to be grounded, actually." I don't want to hear that story so I don't ask why he's grounded, or what the fuck he's even doing out if he's grounded. Some other time perhaps. I get on his motorbike behind him and hug him because I like to feel him, my nose at the back of his head because he smells good. He shows off by driving recklessly and almost spills us at one point, but doesn't. My heart was in my throat as he giggled, but I could tell it was a forced giggle. It's closer to a ten minute ride then five, and then back at my place I get off rubbing his head and he wants another kiss goodnight. With Sonny sitting on his motorbike I lean over and it's another sweet kiss and then he roars off giving me the finger. I smile all the way up the steps. That was fun, and sexy. After a shower I get in bed feeling damn good, but tired out. I have a really nice night's sleep feeling very sexually satisfied. Chubby wakes me in the morning asking if I want breakfast. I say, "No thanks, bro. I'm cured." he asks, "Why don'cha come to work with me then?" and I say, "Robby told me not to or I would. I'm coming to the barbecue after work though." He says, "Good, it wouldn't be any fun without you. Okay, I'll come back after work and pick you up. Hey, did you give yourself this haircut?" I say, "Nope, my new barber did. Like I told you last night, Sonny came over for a haircut, and then he wanted to give me one after I did his." He goes, "It's short," I go, "No shit," and he grins, "Come to work with me. I miss you," and I'm like, "Robby said not to." Chubby gives me a quick kiss, muttering, "Slacker," and then a wave goodbye and he's gone. I snuggle back under the covers smiling. I'm happy. After falling back to sleep I finally wake up around ten o'clock and boy do I feel frisky and ready for anything. I think back to last night and smile. Good sub/dom sex, sort of. If I'm honest about it, Sonny's too happy-go-lucky and he grins too much to make it real sub/dom sex I guess, but it was some hot fun just the same. Taking another shower, a long one this time. I spend some time ironing the clothes I'm wearing to the barbecue and then grab a smoke on the balcony listening to sports talk radio on 98.5 FM. I'm not used to having free time on my hands when I'm feeling this good. It's a beautiful day with lower temperature than normal for this time of year. I'm thinking how I miss the guys at work and all the camaraderie. It's actually been a great fun summer and the highlight for me was Robby and I getting engaged. He's the head of the household and I'm on board with that one hundred percent. If he wants us to have the baby right after we graduate, then that's what we'll do. So, that'll means I'll be a stay at home dad and I suspect some of the guys will break my balls about that, but I'm just doing what Robby wants. Baby's are so cute too. The baby will be half the surrogate mother, and the other half will be half Robby's and half mine. Haha, whenever the baby does anything wrong we'll say, 'That's the surrogate mother half'. Sure, I know baby's shit their pants, so once or twice a day I'll need to hold my nose and change his diapers. It comes with the territory. Babies mostly sleep anyway, so I'll have plenty of free time on my hands. Dammit, I still need to mention my awesome pool table idea to Robby. Hope he okays it. I'll want a good sound system for the pool table room too, but that's about all I'll ask for. I'm not sure if I should let the baby sleep in the pool room where I'll be most of the time, or in his room. We'll see what works best. Plus, I know our parents will want to baby sit a lot. They'll jump at the chance to spend time with our kid. Hell, they can take turns watching him on weekends so Robby and I can be free to do our thing. We can even let the baby stay over night with his grandparents whenever they're babysitting. Yeah, the baby won't be a problem. My mom comes out in her bathrobe all smiles and full of good cheer. I'd love to tell her about Robby's and my plans, but I promised Robby that I would keep it secret. She might think it's silly anyway, but Robby's a planner and I like that he's thinking about this stuff far in advance. I suck at that sort of thing so it's a good thing Robby's good at it. As we eat lunch Mom and I talk about her boyfriend and how Tris and her really like the twins. Then she asks some questions about me and Robby and I tell her we're in love, but don't share more than that. She doesn't tell me about her sex life and I don't tell her about mine. I can feel mom's love and I sense how much she likes talking with me. She seems interested in everything about me, and that makes me feel good. She even rubs my head saying she likes my new haircut, but she even said that when a couple of years back the Mohawk man gave me that severe Mohawk haircut. I tell her about Sonny giving me this haircut and then surprise her telling her about all the guys I now give haircuts to. She didn't know. She tells me she and Tris were talking about Chubby and me just last night and about us going away to college next week. They talked about how badly they feel that they couldn't spend more time with us boys as we were growing up, but it's the hand they were dealt. She talks about Robby and how much she likes him and about how proud Tris and she are about the way Chubby and I are working and going to college. We talk for an hour and a half and then she has to get ready for work. Hardworking moms putting in long hours, but they both seem happy making Chubby and me happy. Whenever I need to pick up my spirits all I need to do is talk with mom and she'll build up my self image. Mom's are good for that. Especially my mom and I'm sure Tris is too. I answer some text messages and then see a text from Sonny's. His text informs me he has no cold symptoms so he obviously didn't catch mine. He wants to know if he can come over tonight and do it all, except the haircut, again. Haha, I wouldn't mind that a bit, but I tell him about me going to the barbecue tonight. I compliment him again on how hot he was last night. We text back and forth getting sexier and sexier with our text content until I'm groping myself wondering if he could sneak in a quickie in between my mom leaving for work and Chubby picking me up for the barbecue. Then his mother sends Sonny on an errand so that's that. I write long emails to Dodger and Connor, who are uber excited about soon coming home for two weeks. Then I look at my watch and see it's almost five o'clock. Chubby will be picking me up soon so I put on the shorts and pull over the Polo shirt I ironed earlier and go out front to wait for Chubby. I'm feeling good with only a little runny nose remaining from my cold, but no other cold symptoms and I'm as rested as I've been in a long time. Sonny fucked me really, really good last night so I won't be all squirmy and horny when I'm around Robby, although Seth might be like that around me. What the hell, I'm not starting my side-sex cut-back yet, so if we get a chance I'd like to fuck with both of them, or at least one of them tonight. I don't see anything wrong with that. Hmmm, Robby's probably still worried about catching my cold even though he doesn't have any reason to worry. I can't very well tell him Sonny didn't catch my cold after we made out. And of course Seth won't care one way or the other about my cold, but I need to realize the opportunity might not present itself for us to get sexy together at the barbecue. I might be able to figure out something though. Here comes our Jeep so I hurry down the steps excited to be out of the condo after being a prisoner all week in my room. That's a slight exaggeration since it was only two days in bed for the most part. After getting in the Jeep we bump fist and Chubby says, "You picked a good day to stay home. All afternoon Robby had us cleaning equipment so it will be in good shape for the older Hispanic guys who finish up the grass cutting schedule. They will be working through October, assuming it doesn't snow first." Well, that would be very unusual. I notice Chubby has beer on his breath so obviously the guys started drinking when they were cleaning the equipment. Every year the grass cutting crew supervisors scramble around filling out their crews for the last two months of the season because us regular summer part times go back to school. Either high school or college. Guys like Seth stay on the job year round and become part of the winter snow removal crews. The thing is, grass cutting and landscaping, along with snow removal, is the smallest part of the Dickers Company. Robby says it's only represents about twenty percent of the total business. His father told him, while it's a minor part of the business, at the same time it's the biggest pain in the ass to staff, but leads to other projects so it's important. Most of the employees are year round, but grass cutting and snow removal are seasonal. Hearing that I'm like, whatever... I'm gonna be a stay at home dad so I don't gotta worry about it. Anyway, the more I hear the problems of running a business from Robby, the less I want to get involved in it. Maybe, rather than be a businessman, I'd open a barbershop and be my own boss. Of course I'd hire another barber to cut older guy's hair and I'd do the younger guys. We'd specialize in other words. Of course I don't need to worry about that because I'm marrying Robby, just saying what might have been. I'd still go to college no matter what because I want to be with Chubby and Robby. During the drive Chubby and I make plans for this weekend and decide to go up to Merrimack Sunday after brunch and maybe stay there for the night. If there's a problem of some kind, and there's always a problem, we'll sleep back home and resolve the problem on Monday. Tuesday's registration and orientations day, and then we're in the thick of it for the better part of nine months. We're excited about the possibilities of his coming year. Chubby drives onto the company parking lot and I see a lot of men and woman, including our crew, drinking beers, talking, and laughing. Seth was apparently watching for us because he's walking towards the Jeep with a big smile on his face. I, all of a sudden, get kinda sentimental because I won't be seeing the guys on the crew every day from now on. This is the last time I'll see them for quite awhile and some I may never see again. There's Lee, Terry, and Robby drinking cans of beer. Seth's almost to us when I get out of the Jeep. I look at Chubby and feel so fortunate he and I will be together at college. Seth gives me a hug as I see, over Seth's shoulder, Robby waving at me. All the things we all went through this summer has brought us close. I hope I'm not going to make an ass out of myself at the cookout by crying. I'm too fucking emotional, that's my problem. Well, it's one of them anyway. to be continued... Final chapter of 'Summer Vacation Two' next. Donny Mumford _thinat20@yahoo.com_ (mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com) In case that you didn't read this before, I have two books published that are available on Amazon that perhaps you would like to order and read.(Actually one book and one short story. Read the short story first). There about 'Oliver'. You can easily find them by searching for 'Donny Mumford' at the Amazon web site. And I would appreciate it if you would provide a comment at the site for the stories as well. Thanks. Donny Mumford Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expense of maintaining this story site.