Date: Fri, 2 Aug 2013 05:51:17 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 22 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 22 by Donny Mumford At the moment Ryan and I are on our feet with our arms around each other swaying together in his foyer. It's almost as if we're dancing to a slow song we both somehow hear in our heads. We've just experienced another one of our random, heat-charged fucks where we basically lose control of ourselves and fuck like wild things. Ryan hammered his boner up my ass fast and hard, grunting from the effort, and whimpering with sexual need and desire until we both had explosive orgasms; we almost passed out from the intensity of it all. This same foyer was the scene of a similar sexual act we participated in at the beginning of the summer. I don't know what it is about this place, but we seem to have trouble getting past it on the way to his bedroom. My shorts and ripped underwear are crumpled on top of my sneakers, and Ryan's cock is still hanging outside his zipper, but other than that we've got our clothes on. Our cocks are flaccid, squished together as we continue doing our silent, swaying dance. The cum Ryan shot up my ass has pretty much all drooled out of my rectum, and some of it has run down my leg as far as my heel. It's been awhile since our orgasms, although I have no idea how long it's actually been because the feel of Ryan's body and his scent has me in a lazy dreamy mood of contentment, and time has basically stopped for me. As far as I'm concerned we could continue like this indefinitely, but Ryan finally says, "Dylan, it seems we did exactly what we said we weren't going to do, and we said we wouldn't do it about thirty seconds before we did it." I stop swaying, and mutter, "Are you referring to us losing control of our sexual urges and fucking like wild animals in heat?" He says, "Yes, that's what I'm referring to." I go, "Then, yeah I noticed that, but I can't say I'm overly disappointed we did what we did, even though we said we wouldn't. How 'bout you?" Ryan snickers, then says, "Well, since you put it that way, no I'm not overly disappointed either." I ruffle his short hair, saying, "It's simple, we'll regroup and recommit ourselves to controlling these types of heat motivated sexual experiences. I mean, this time we're in your foyer, but what if these urges overtook us in the emergency room earlier today and you ripped my pants off and fucked me up against an accident victim's gurney." Ryan goes, "That wouldn't be good. Is that what your saying?" I go, "Not exactly, the fuck would still be hot as the hubs of hell, but it could be embarrassing afterwards. You know, when our heads cleared and we realized we had an audience." "Yep, not good," Ryan deadpans. He suggests, "Do you think you should pull up your pants now? I don't know what time mom's coming home." That stops me in my tracks; I let go of Ryan and pull up my ripped underwear and my shorts, sputtering, "Do you mean to tell me, you had no idea what time she's coming home, yet you fucked me in the foyer?! Are you shitting me?" He laughs, "Ha ha, actually I'm just breaking your chops. She'll be home, at the earliest, around six o'clock, but probably closer to seven. She has a five o'clock hair dresser appointment. Ha ha, I got you." I chuckle, muttering, "I was only pretending to be shocked." Ryan takes my hand and we go upstairs still chuckling over Ryan's little joke; him mimicking me, saying, 'Do you mean to tell me...'. I say, "I'll get even, ya little ball breaker." We stop at the top of the stairs and turn to stare into each other's eyes; Ryan's still holding my hand. He bites his lip and then our faces come together, my hand goes behind his head, and we kiss deeply and then lick each others lips. "Come on, Dylan, lets get in my bed naked." I do his fast head nod and then we're in each others arms again kissing, our noses pressed to each other's cheek. Ryan gets my face between his hands and does his signature lick up the front of my nose, then stretching the neck of my tee-shirt, he sucks on the hickey he gave me a few days ago. He sucks and licks at it until it's back to the stinging stage as my cock gets hard and I hug around his waist, just standing still until he's finished. Without saying a word, he takes his mouth away from my neck, stares at the hickey for a few seconds, then takes my hand and I follow him into his big bedroom; me in a wonderfully submissive trance. Inside we undress silently, then Ryan notices his cum drying on my ass and down the back of my legs. He takes my hand again and leads me into the bathroom with our cocks flopping between our legs and me staring at his large member. I'll never cease to be amazed at Ryan's large cock hanging from his taut, but smallish body. He wets a washcloth with warm water and washes my ass and legs, then dries where he's washed. He takes my cock in his hand this time, and while squeezing it, leads me back to the bedroom. I take quick little steps following him, now in a deeper more pleasant submissive state of mind. Ryan won't do true sub/dom play very often, but just his natural actions can get me into a submissive frame of mind. He's not trying to put me there and I'm not trying to get there; it just happens sometimes... and I love it so. We get in his bed, me docile and submissive, with Ryan taking charge. He wraps me in his arms, burying his face at the junction of my neck and right shoulder and I hear him inhale my pheromones, enjoying mine as much as I do his. How rare for two people to meet and be the perfect sexual partner for each other. There's more to a loving relationship than just sexual attraction of course, but it's the most powerful of all interactions for boys at the height of their sexuality, and so it carries a great deal of weight in the matter. We begin a controlled make-out that's extremely pleasant, comfortable, and sexy. Our lips are so fine together as we kiss and lazily run our tongues against one another, then suck gently on each others upper lip, and lick each other's face until we're sticky with saliva. Ryan licks up my forehead into my short hair; he does it all across my forehead, from one side to the other, one lick after another and it's hypnotizing as I moan, "Mmmmmmm, Ryan." He licks my ear, then puts his tongue in it and fills it with saliva as our naked bodies squirm together, skin against skin, boner against boner. He stops licking my ear and says into it, his voice sounding muffled through the saliva, "Lick my feet, Dylan." I nod my head in a fog, wanting to taste his body. It's been a long hot day on the job, topped off with a fierce fight with a bull named Derek, but Ryan's spit, sweat, even his pee... none of it do I find offensive. I find it to be sexy, including remnants of his shit whenever I'm rimming him. I go under the covers head first, my feet are now where my head used to be. Laying partially on his thin legs I suck his toes as he wiggles them in my mouth. There a definite foot odor, but not a bad one. His feet smells like feet that were clean this morning, but have since been working all day in sweat socks and grass-stained sneakers. After licking the toes on both feet and then sucking on them, I move one of his feet sideways on the bed and lick as much of the sole as I can reach, then the top of his foot. I'm into the foot smell by now and want more of it. Maybe I'm susceptible to any fetish I'm exposed to; I know I'm very impressionable when it comes to imitating Ryan or doing what he likes me to do. I make those things my favorite things without thinking about it; I become convinced it's what I want. Probably not a real good trait, but what are ya gonna do; I'm not complaining about it. Hopping off Ryan's legs, I do long licks up the sides of his right leg. I'm not licking the parts of his leg I was laying on because I'm not interested in licking myself like I've seen cats do. I like cats actually, although I like dogs a little better... not that this has got anything to do with what I'm doing right now. I've decided Ryan either has a natural flavor-enhancer in his skin, or I've convinced my subconscious mind that he does, because this kid taste good! When I've licked up both legs I make a small tent in the sheets by sitting up on my ankles, my head poking up as the center pole of the tent, and then lift Ryan's legs. I feel my spit on them, and grin to myself. Out of my submissive mood, but I'm still enjoying the hell out of this. What an awesome little, but well proportioned body Ryan has. All his muscle definition is in proportion to the size of his arms and legs, not that I can see them now under the covers like this, but I have seen them, and I'm feeling them now with my hands. Pushing his legs back to raise his asshole off the bed, I lean down and lick his butt, feeling my way along in the darkness, starting at the bottom of his butt cheek and moving over to his crack, then up it to lick right over his asshole. The second time I do it his anus contracts and I feel goose bumps on his buttocks. Ryan lets out the first quiet moan, "Aaaaah," as he moves his ass on the sheet. Having located his ass crack, I work up and down it until he's squirming on the bed. Then I plaster my tongue right on his asshole and hear a louder moan from him, "Mmmmm." A sexual moan of pleasure coming from my boyfriend gives me a hard boner and boners are a good thing. I rim his asshole until his anus is loose and dripping with spit and my tongue slides in easily. When my warn, wet tongue enters him Ryan lifts his ass off the bed completely, thrashing around pulling on his big cock. I pull his legs flat on the bed, push his hand away from his stiff cock, and suck it until it's a throbbing boner that's dripping precum, which gets Ryan squirming constantly on the bed. Taking his cock out of my mouth, I gasp with sexual arousal, stroke my cock with precum drooling down my fist, then I lick his nuts and finally lick up his shaved pubic area, over his belly button, and up to his nipples. Ryan gasps for breath, then grunts out, "Get on your back, Dylan." I flop down beside him and he gets up on his knees, his cock very hard looking as it pokes out from his body; it's almost sticking straight out like mine does at times. Ryan takes three deep breaths, then moves between my legs as I'm panting with desire to again feel his big cock up my ass. He walks up the mattress on his knees, and puts the head of his boner at my asshole, looks me in the eyes, pushes my legs back, and humps his cock three inches up my ass. Leaning forward he thrust another five inches of boner inside me and I let out the breath I was holding, going, "Ooooooh, yeaaaah." Pushing the back of my thighs, a hand behind each leg, Ryan holds my legs against my stomach, my feet in the air, and he begins a rhythmic hip movement, fucking me at a moderate speed, all the time making a "Ssssshssssshhh," sound through his teeth while blowing out his breath which is misty with saliva that drifts down on my chest and face. I'm holding my breath again, desperately trying to notice all the fantastically erotic pleasure sensations in my rectums. My hard cock's tight against my belly, then it quivers as precum drools on me and I let out my breath again. I'm highly aroused and in a deep world of sexual pleasure. Ryan's smooth thrust are continuous and long as my body begin shuddering and my head moves on it own. My boner tightens more and lifts off my stomach; a sting of precum attached above my belly button to the gaping pee slit of my boner; my one-eyed snake that is my pink, throbbing, hard cock. I start thrashing around on the bed with waves of sexy stimulation exciting my nuts as they prepare for climax. This wonderful condition goes on for some time and then I notice Ryan's eyes are closed, his lips parted, his head is back and a long quivering moan comes from his mouth, and I know he's about to blow his load of sperm up my ass. He goes, "Aaaaaaaaaah, unnnnnnnn, oh, oh, mmm!" slamming his boner inside me, then he falls on me doing his hard, short thrusts filling me up with his spunk once again. I lift us both off the bed with a shrill, Eeeeeeeeeeee!" humping my hips forward as cum shoots from my cock, probably hitting Ryan in the chest as he lays on me. He's moaning, doing his short, "Mmmm, mmm, ooh, mmmm," sounds as his shoulders jerk. I'm squeezing out short spurts, but the amount is much less that I produced in the foyer. Our chests do their heaving as we absorb oxygen needed to keep our blood supply happily red and available for our next erections; blood is our friend. Ryan lifts up off me, and mutters, "We're going to fuck ourselves into an early grave." He backs his cock out of my ass with me making an 's' sounds between my teeth, "Sssssssss,' then, "Oooooh." His cock pops out and cum drools out of me to run down my buttocks. Ryan flops beside me on his stomach with his arm across my chest, the side of his face on a pillow, looking at me. I'm slowly stroking my cock with my head turned towards him. He asks, "How was it?" and I say, "Fabulous! How'd you like me licking your feet and ass, and sucking your big cock?" "Fabulous," he says with a grin, repeating what I just said. We both grin and I roll towards him going up on my side to lay my head on his pillow, our noses touching. The pad of his finger outlines my lips, as he's asking, "Do you think we'll ever get tired of doing this together, or it will ever becomes just something to do, but without the sexual heat?" Rubbing his cheek with the palm of my hand, I mutter, "Nah, never, not us two. You're really cute; did you know that? I get off seeing you in your glasses too; I love when they get fogged-up." He smiles, mumbling, "Kids made fun of me because of my glasses all through high school, calling me Harry, as in Harry Potter. I wore them to spite them after awhile, and that's even though I knew these glasses are way out of style. Now I wear them because you told me you like them. My mother couldn't believe I got the same kind again a few weeks ago. And, no, I didn't know I was cute. I'm pretty sure you're the only one who thinks I am, but you're the one I want most to please, so it's works out pretty well." He moves his leg over mine and puts his arm over my side, then kisses my lips, and says, "Have I told you lately that I love you?" I go, "Uh huh, I love you too, more than I think you know." Ryan goes, "No, I believe you love me lots because you show your love for me all the time; sometimes with a stare or grin or smile. I can tell you love me, and it's the best feeling I've ever had, way better than the second best." We talk lover's talk in a mutual admiration society manner for awhile, then Ryan glances at the clock on the night stand and goes, "We have time for a quick shower and then I need to get to baseball practice. We're playing an inter-squad game tonight, our first one." We get out of bed and take a shower together, but no hanky-panky unfortunately. On the way to practice, with me going along to watch, we stop at the McDonald's drive through for our dinner which consist of a big-mac, fries, and a Coke. I eat mine during the drive and Ryan gobbles his down when we get to practice. They're practicing at the high school baseball diamond and when I get out of the car Robby waves at us and I go over to him as Ryan finishes his dinner. "You're going to watch our inter-squad game, Dylan, good deal!" I ask, "No hello kiss, Rob?" He laughs and squeezes the back of my neck, then says, "I'd love to, but gays haven't made their way into team sports yet. Well, they've made their way in, but without announcing themselves for the most part." I say, "You could be a pioneer as the first one." Robby says, "Oh, we have a gay on the Merrimack team, but I'm no hero so I'll keep it to myself as far as the team goes. This is just a summer league, but there are some college players participating and at least one from Merrimack. Wish I were braver, but it's all I can do to make the team." Ryan comes over and burps, then bumps against Robby, asking, "Are we on the same team tonight, Rob?" Robby squeezes the back of Ryan's neck, like he just did to me, and says, "Yep, you're at second base and I'm playing shortstop. You've got ketchup on your chin." Ryan wipes his chin with the back of his hand, muttering, "Thanks," then someone blows a whistle and my two boyfriends jog over and gather around the manager and coaches. I wander over to the bleachers and join the scarce group interested in watching some baseball. It was an excellent afternoon with Ryan, but as I watch Robby during fielding practice I feel love for him too and it confuses me. It's a different kind of love than I have for Ryan, but I can't tell which one is more important to me. I should be able to do that, but can't. It's kinda depressing because it gives me a guilty feeling in both cases. It's like I'm deceiving one or the other, or both. I don't mean to deceive either one; I love them both, but I don't have any idea how to make it right for both of them. Ryan and I should be together again after the game too, but I wonder if it could be all three of us. That would make me feel better. It's so ironic that Robby forced the introduction of the only real competition for his and my love; he made Ryan and me be friends and now it's become a serious matter. To hell with it for now; there's no apparent solution and I'm going to put off worrying about it until some other time. Maybe something will happen naturally that will resolve this situation although I can't imagine what it would be. The game begins at seven o'clock with the starters, Robby's team, playing the reserves. Robby's normally a second baseman, but since he's the best infielder on this summer league team, he's playing shortstop and Ryan's playing second base. I'm interested to see Ryan play; I've seen Robby play many times. The reserves are at bat and the first pitch is a hard grounder between first and second base which should be a hit except Ryan makes a excellent backhand pick-up, turns and throws a strike to the first baseman. Well alright Ryan! As far as I'm concerned baseball is fun to watch at any level. The starters are up to bat now, and surprisingly Ryan's leading off. The leadoff hitter is usually a good on-base guy, not a lot of power, but he gets on base a lot. Ryan's never mentioned his baseball ability other than to say he played on his high school team. He hits the third pitch over the third basemen's head and ends up on second base. Damn, he looks good. The next guy pops out and then Robby bats third. He works the count full and then gets a walk. Both he and Ryan are stranded at first and second base as the next two batters make outs. In the third inning Robby starts a 6-4-3 double play with Ryan making a good throw to first while avoiding the on-sliding player trying to take him out of the play. Nice! The starters get it going in the bottom of the third scoring four runs with both Ryan and Robby knocking in a run with singles. This is only a five inning game and in the forth inning, with the starters up 7 to 2, Ryan gets hit in the side of the head with a pitch. He goes down in a heap as coaches and the manager rush to his aid. After a minute Ryan sits up and a minute later he's helped to the bench and someone comes up with a ice pack for his head. I wander down near them and hear Ryan saying he's okay, but they send in another player to replace him anyway. Robby looks concerned, but I don't feel right just walking up to him and telling him Ryan claims to be okay. The game ends after the top of the fifth because the starters are leading and don't need their last at bats. I see Robby kneeling in front of Ryan talking with him and then he stands and waves at me. I go over as the players are packing up there stuff getting ready to leave, and Robby tells me, "Ryan got his bell run. The ball hit his helmet, but he's still feeling groggy. Drive him home in his car and I'll follow to give you a ride back." Drive the Mini, oh boy! I ask Ryan, "You okay with Rob's plan?" He says, "Yeah, I feel dizzy. That guy's got a good fastball." Driving the Mini would have been a lot more fun if Ryan hadn't been nagging me to slow down the entire ride. At his house Robby and I give Ryan a hug and a kiss with Ryan whispering to me, "Sorry this messes it up for you and me tonight, Dylan. Love you." Driving back Robby says, "I feel bad taking advantage of Ryan getting beaned, but do you want to mess around?" I go, "Always with you, Robby." He reaches over with a sweet smile on his face and gives my leg a squeeze affectionately, "Always with you too, Dylan. Um, did Ryan say anything to you about him and me last night?" I shake my head, mumbling, "No, nothing. Why?" He shrugs as we sit at a red-light and then he says, "It wasn't the sexiest time ever. When we had the three-way it's like we were hot for each other again, but when it was just him and me it's like we were going through the motions, ya know?" I ask, "Really? Um, I don't know what to say. Did you guys talk about it?" Robby pulls away from the light, "Yeah, a little. I'm pretty sure Ryan has a lot of affection for me, but it's like he loves me like a friend or a brother now, as opposed to a lover. That's what I got out of our talk anyway." I ask, "Do you want me to ask him about it?" He shakes his head, "I don't know what to think. Okay, yeah, ask him, but don't say I told you about last night, alright?" I go, "Sure, where we going?" We go behind the garage at Dickers Landscaping again and have a nice lover's sexual experience, first making-out for a long time before Robby did a long slow fuck with me on my back lengthways on the seat. There was a lot of hugging and kissing while he fucked me and it was wonderful. Robby's personal scent is different than Ryan's, but just as effective in creating deep desire in me. It was one of the best fucks we've ever had and I didn't think about Ryan one time during the entire hot, loving fuck. Robby generates a lot of spunk and his orgasm was huge spilling out of my ass even as he was shooting more cum into me. It was one of those rare times when it's Robby doing the squealing at climax. I would have done mine too except the sexy sensations were so intense only an airy wheezing sound came out of my mouth. Perhaps nearby dogs heard the sound I made; it was to high for the human ear to detect, but probably had some dogs howling at the moon. We cuddled for a long time while quietly reminiscing times from our long history together and then Robby fucked me doggie style and I had my forth climax of the day. Man those four-a-day days are awesome! After Robby drove me home we made-out for a half hour. Robby had to go past his normal eleven o'clock curfew for work nights, but he didn't seem to want to part. Inside my condo I remembered that I need to clean the uniforms so I throw them, plus my cum saturated underwear and shorts in the washing machine for a quick cycle, get ready for bed, and then put the clothes in the dryer. They can dry as I sleep, which I'm finally able to do. In the morning I get up earlier then normal and iron the shorts, then grab a frozen pastry and an instant coffee and go outside to wait for Chubby. I'm more confused about who I love the most more then ever before. When I'm with Ryan it's him and the same when I'm with Robby, it's him. I'm going nuts with this stuff and tonight Bean is picking me up so we can go to watch my other boyfriend play basketball. Jesus, what a mess I've made for myself. Actually I'm enjoying myself tremendously, and I'm even looking forward to seeing what's up with Ray tonight. He's very unique and almost as sexy as Ryan, but in a much different way, and the same can be said of Robby. The boyfriend situation is indeed an embarrassment of riches, but along with that comes the complications it presents. Chubby and I hug when he gets here, then I drive us to work telling Chubby about Ryan getting beaned with a fast ball last night. At work Ryan's Mini Cooper is in the parking lot so I guess he survived the beaning. I see Robby and Ryan talking, then Robby goes into the main building for his morning meeting and I call out to Ryan, who smiles and jogs over. He says, "I see you've got the uniforms, Dylan," and he rubs my shoulder while standing too close to me. I ask, "How's your head?" He goes, "It's sore, but I'll be alright. It's the first time I ever got hit in the head with a baseball. How's your cut?" I reach up and feel the bandage, muttering, "It's sore, but I'll be alright. It's the first time my face was sewn." He laughs and then smirks as he plays with my dog collar, but doesn't say anything about it. Chubby's talking to Lee so Ryan and I walk to the locker room and change into our work clothes. "You ironed them this time, Dylan," and I say, "Just copying my boyfriend." He rubs my hair, "I'm looking forward to giving you another hair cut." I say, "Well, since you just cut it, you'll have to wait until I grow some more." He asks, "You interested in the furnace today?" I say, "You know it, hottie." We do our usual quick make out back in the furnace alcove and on our way to the black top afterwards, he asks, "When can we have our next date?" I tell him, "This weeks kinda screwed-up: tonight's an off night, tomorrow I'm having a family dinner with my brother and our moms, and Robby said that Fridays are his and my night, so that leaves Saturday night." He frowns, "I gotta last three days without us doing it?" I say, "Normally it would be Thursday, except I have the family dinner." Just then Robby comes out of the meeting and says, "Morning guys. This morning I'm interviewing people to replace Derek, so Lee will drive the ride-on mower and the truck, Chubby ride shotgun for morale support, okay; Lee's a little shaky about driving the big beast. We won't need the big walk behind mower, but two of the properties we're doing today need hedges trimmed. Dylan, please get the hedge trimmers and you take care of that. The assignment are on the board. I hope to join you before lunch with our new crew member. Have your morning coffee break after the second job, it's near a Dunkin' Donuts. See you all later." Just me and Ryan are in the back of the truck heading for our first job, which is a half hour from here. We make-out for awhile with boners in our pants, then Ryan says loudly in my ear, "Being with you has got me oversexed, but that's not a complaint. I have just as many orgasms a day as I used to, but I don't need to jerk-off anymore to get them, and the ones I get with you are fantastic... ten times better than a hand job orgasm. The thing is, now I crave it more then ever." He unzips his fly and pulls out his long boner, "Sit on it, Dylan," and he said that with authority and a stern look on his face. I hesitate, so he reaches over and unbuttons my shorts and pulls down the zipper; my boner is poking out my jockey shorts. "Lift up," so, staring in his eyes, I lift my ass off the bed of the truck and Ryan roughly pulls down my pants just enough to expose by asshole. He yells, "I won't cum inside you, I just need to feel your rectum hugging my cock." I nod, in a bit of a submissive trance and let him guide me over to his lap. I hold onto the wheel of the ride-on mower and slowly sit down on his cock and it spreads my anus and pops inside me with both of us moaning at the awesome sensation. Ryan pulls me down, down, down until I'm on his lap, his arms are around me. He rocks us a bit, then guides me over so I'm laying on my side; I'm bouncing as the truck's bumping over rough spots in the road. In this position Ryan can move his hips and fuck me with both of us continuing to moan. When Ryan feels his orgasm coming on, he pulls out and gets his arm around my neck to slide me around on the bed of the truck so my face is at his lap. With Ryan pushing at the back of my head, I open my mouth and go down on his cock, sucking and tonguing it until the acrid taste of my own shit remnants are gone. He humps his hip into my face and cum's in my mouth. Quite a lot of his cum gets swallowed, but some leaks out the corners of my lips. I'm in an extremely submissive frame of mind by now after being handled so dominantly by Ryan, and so I keep sucking his cock after his orgasm, with my orgasm building. My jockey short are already wet with precum. Ryan pulls my head away and looks into my dazed eyes shaking his head 'no'. He pushes my boner back in my pants and zips the zipper up, then buttons my cargo shorts. When he's done the same to himself, he gets my head between his hands and kisses me, then says in my ears, "Thank you. I was ridiculously horny, I'm sorry I did that. Snap out of your submissiveness, we're getting close to the job site." He yells in my ear again, "Snap out of it, Dylan, please!" I stare at him wanting to suck his cock some more. The truck's pulling onto a side street, meaning we'll be there soon. Ryan makes a face like he wishes he didn't need to do something, then slaps my face hard. I blink my eyes, muttering, "Hey," as Ryan asks, "Are you alright?" I feel my face, then shake my head to clear it. As the truck pulls to a stop, he says, "I'm so sorry, Dylan. I lost it this time. I needed to feel my cock inside you." He hugs me, muttering, "Forgive me, I'm sorry," shaking my head again, I say, "It's alright." Someone is unlatching the tailgate so we let go of each other and Ryan says, "We'll talk more about this when we get the chance. I'm sorry!" I nod my head, still a little foggy as the tailgate comes down. "Lets go guys, " says Lee, as he pulls out the ramp he'll drive the ride-on mower down. Ryan wipes the cum off my mouth with the palm of his hand, and then I do that too. Chubby says, "Pass me a weed whacker, Ryan," and we get to work. Ryan and me don't get a chance to talk alone until we're on our way to the second job. He tells me, "I don't know what came over me, Dylan. The thought of not being with you until Saturday was on my mind and I looked at your face and just needed to have sex with you; it was an uncontrollable urge like I had in the foyer yesterday. I was horrible to you and I apologize for that. It's like I lost my mind. Our sex together is all I can think about anymore. I was fine having sex with Rob during our three-way because you were there, but when it was just Rob and me I just thought of you. It probably hurt Rob's feelings and I feel bad about that too. It's crazy, but I'm obsessed with you now and I'm acting like a fool." I put my arm around his shoulders and hug him to me, saying, "Temporary insanity, Ryan, that's all it is. A few months under heavy psychiatric care and you'll be able to join society again on weekends away from the hospital." He says, "This is no joking matter, I lost it and I don't want to be like that." He sounds angry and scared, but I don't know what to say or do. I mutter, "I'm sorry, but it's not like you did something to me I didn't like, and you should just talk it out some more with Rob. Maybe take a week or two off and see what happens after that." He goes, "Okay, that's a good idea about telling Rob how I feel, and maybe I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill about me getting so horny this morning too. If it ever happens again though, I'll be worried for real 'cause that was bad behavior or my part. You say I didn't do anything you didn't like, but I took advantage of your capacity for getting submissive. I never want to take advantage of you about anything." I suggest we don't wait until Saturday. Right after work tomorrow we can go to my condo for a quickie to hold us over until Saturday night, Ryan is more than satisfied with that idea. We're both in good frames of mind by the time we get to our second job of the morning. After morning break at Dunkin' Donuts we finish the morning doing three more lawns and then Lee calls Robby on his cell phone and arranges to meet him and the new guy at the picnic area we ate at last week. After Lee tells us those plans, he says, "I like being the boss, I'm going to ask Rob if I can be his assistant. Do any of you guys object to that?" We shrug and Chubby says, "Go for it, Billy Lee, but don't forget us peons when you're with the muckety mucks." Lee says, "You worker bee, cub scouts, as the late great Derek referred to you, can go fuck yourselves. I'm moving on up, baby, let 'em eat cake." Chubby says, "That's the spirit, spoken like a true executive of a big corporation; you're going right to the top." We ride to the picnic area and get our lunches and drinks from the cooler and eat sitting at the same table we used last time. It's a good lunch with everyone in a upbeat mood. I say, "The atmosphere is much better around here now that a certain party is no longer gracing us with his presence; it was worth getting my face sewed-up to bid that walking minus sign ado." Lee says, "Would you mind translating that last statement for us guys with normal IQs." Ryan says, "He means it's better without Derek on the job." We all look at Ryan, he goes, "What?" Chubby says, "Clean those eyeglasses, hot stuff, Billy Lee was kidding; he knew what Dylan meant." Ryan goes, "So was I just kidding," and we chuckle. A pickup pulls up just then with Robby and another kid getting out, then the pickup drives away and those two walk over to our table. Robby goes, "Hi ya, guys. How'd it go this morning?" Chubby says, "Lee likes bossing us around; he's gonna ask if he can be your assistant." I burst out laughing at Chubby's outrageousness, but Robby doesn't, he says, "Is that true, Lee?" Lee shrugs, "I was gonna hint around to that point, yeah, but my agent over here sorta let the cat out of the bag." Robby smiles, saying, "I was gonna talk to you about replacing Derek, but I wanted to see how you handles the truck and ride-on mower. How'd that go." Lee says, "The truck was a challenge at first, but I got it down pat now, and I drove ride-on mowers all last year with the company I worked for." Robby says, "Well, there's no extra money I'm sorry to say, but you have the job. Now I want to introduce another new member to our team. This is Seth Applegate," then Robby introduces the four of us at the table as I stare at Seth. The first thing I notice is his hair. It's a light, bright, blond color, very silky and cut in a shaggy mohawk. What I mean by shaggy is it's not a true mohawk, and it's not a faux hawk either; the hairs running down the center of his head and continuing down the back are longish, maybe two inches long. The hair on either side of the middle mohawk strip are maybe three-quarters of an inch long; it shaggy and too long in the middle to standup. The mohawk I got a couple of years ago in Wildwood was a true mohawk with a short strip down the center of my head and the hair cut down to the scalp on either side of the strip. I've never seen silkier or prettier hair than Seth has and he has a face to match. A cute baby face and very pinkish skin with blond half-inch whiskers just at the bottom of his chin. He probably shaves the other whiskers he has, so the chin whiskers is an intentional fashion statement. He's almost as tall as Robby which makes him about five feet-nine or so. Good build, but closer to average than body builder. He's got the uniform on and he's casually bumping the hat he's holding against his leg; maybe he's a little nervous. When he says 'hi' to us, as we're introduced, he's got a nice boyish voice, but with an edge to it. It's either a defensive edge or an over confident edge, but I'm definitely interested in this kid. There are only two minor things that stand in my way: one, he's almost certainly not gay, and two, I already have my full allotment of boyfriends. Other than that, Seth and I would almost certainly be rolling around in bed, naked, somewhere and in the not too distant future. Robby tells us Seth's had no landscaping experience, but he's worked for a masonry company until getting laid off a month ago. So he must have graduated high school already, but he can't be older than nineteen I wouldn't think. Yeah, and he looks fit alright so a masonry job he could surely handle. I wouldn't want to work masonry because everything you need to work with is heavy. Robby says, "Dylan, please work with Seth this afternoon and tomorrow just to show him the lay of the land. He'll pick everything up quickly I'm sure." I nod, mumble, "Sure thing," and Robby walks off with Seth, probably giving him an overview of a normal working day; the rest of us finish our lunch. Lee says, "Well, if I were a gay boy like our friend Dylan here, my eyes would perk up at the appearance of pretty boy Seth. Whaddaya think, Dylan?" Ryan looks at me expectantly, as I say, "I really didn't notice his looks, Lee, but you don't sound totally straight yourself with that 'pretty boy' talk. It don't seem like a straight boy would call someone a pretty boy." Chubby says, "I gotta back Billy Lee up on this one though, bro... Seth is a pretty boy, but something tells me he'd resent hearing himself described that way." So Chubby picked-up on that edgy something in the way Seth speaks too. Lee says, "Yeah, there's something to what you say there, Jeffrey. Seth don't seem to be the shy type no matter his appearance to the contrary." Chubby goes, "Maybe he's edgy because he's aware of his pretty boy image." Robby calls me over, so I throw the trash from lunch in a trash can and walk over. "Dylan, Seth is gonna stick with you this afternoon and tomorrow, so I'll put you two on the all various job assignments over the next day and a half." I go, "That's cool, no problem." Robby calls the rest of our crew over, as I say to Seth, "We'll jump up on the bed of the truck for rides to and from each job. You have a place to sit next to my brother. That's him over there." Seth has sleepy eyes making it appear like everything bores him. Hell, maybe it does. I say, "Chubby, Lee's sitting shotgun with Robby in the cab so Seth gonna take his spot in the back." Seth, says, "Chubby? Did your brother used to be, um, chubby?" I go, "No, he got that nickname as a little kid because he was anything but chubby." Seth nods his head and Chubby says, "Okay, dude, lets get on the truck," and that's what they do. Then me, and Ryan's last with me giving him a hand up. We settle in and the truck lurches forward, and we're off. It's a typical summer day with no rain expected. Ryan says in my ear, "Don't get tempted by the new kid; I saw you staring at him. I was watching you watching him." I grin, "If he's in the one-in-ten club, he'd surely tempt someone fer sure, but I got you so that someone wouldn't be me. I'm not getting in trouble with you." He grins, "You better not or I'll cut you off cold." I go, "Yipes!" At the job site we pile out of the truck, me with the hedge trimmers. I hand the trimmers to Seth and he takes the battery operated tool, asking, "Hedge trimmers?" I mutter, "Yep, that's what we're doing at this location. The hedges go up the back of the yard for about fifty feet." He hands the tool back to me, saying, "I'm not carrying this for you, it's your job. When it's my job I'll carry it; my job right now is to watch and learn. When I get the idea how it's done, I'll do some hedge trimming myself, okay?" He's not talking arrogantly or in a challenging manner, just matter of fact. The thing is, usually the rookie in any endeavor does what he's told and usually wants to get off on the right foot. To compromise and save face for both of us, I say, "Fair enough, but by the time we've finished the hedges you'll have done your job of learning, and then your new job will be to carry this back to the truck and stow it away." He says, "Fair enough." Ryan was standing there watching us while he was taking his time getting the leaf blower just right on his shoulder. Our eyes meet and he gives me a little nod of his head, saying, "See ya, Dylan," and I salute him making him chuckle. Seth and I walk across the lawn as Robby fires-up the ride-on mower. Seth puts his hand on my shoulder while we walk, saying, "Rob filled me in on your, um, sexual orientation. It's kinda unusual for you to work for your boyfriend, isn't it?" I mutter, "Gee, I don't know, is it unusual? I mean, Rob and I have been boyfriends for years and we rarely have a disagreement, so him being my boss isn't a problem for me." Seth squeezes my shoulder, giving me chills; then, leaving his hand there, he says, "I wouldn't have spotted Rob as gay, but I would have you, and I'm fairly sure the shrimp is gay too." I mumble, "I don't know anything about that, but why do you say you'd assume I was gay? Nobody else ever has." He says, "Maybe nobody else ever told you they did, but if they're gay, they'd suspect you were." I ask, "Why is that?" He looks at me and smiles. Holy shit, what a cute smile too. He goes, "Why? Dude, you're too pretty to be straight; it's be a colossal waste. Haha, ya know?" Then it hits me, "Oh, you're gay too?" He says, "Yeah, talk about a coincidence! How 'bout me applying for this job and finding out almost everyone on the job is gay." Hmmm, this is interesting, but I'm not sure if I like Seth or not. He could fit in that category where I don't like or dislike him; he's just here. Seth wears his baseball cap, the one with the company logo, back on his head with a big tuft of silky blond hair sticking out the front... cute. He's got brown eyes very similar to Ryan's in that their shiny. After cutting hedges for fifteen minutes, Seth says, "So it's just a matter of keeping them even?" I wipe my brow, saying, "Yeah, for this row of hedges, some places they have hedges cut in a rolling fashion rather than perfectly straight. We just follow the pattern already established." He says, "Can I try it for awhile," I go, "Be my guest," and Seth goes at it like Ryan cuts my hair, which is to say, fast. He does a good job of it though, and after fifteen minutes I say, "Nice job. We'll do the other side now. I'll work the trimmers half way up the line and you do the other half, okay?" He says, "Sure, um, can we smoke?" I tell him, "Not on the job 'cause customers don't like it. I guess they think we'd drop the butts on their lawn or something. What do you smoke?" He grins, "Cigarettes, not pot. Well, I wasn't referring to smoking pot here, although me doing a joint once in awhile isn't unheard of. Do you do pot?" I go, "Nah, just Marlboro Lights." He says, "Ah, my brand," and I go back to cutting hedges, thinking that Seth might be an alright kid after all. He does the last section and as he carries the trimmers back to the truck, he says, "So, you two just came 'out' recently, huh?" I go, "Yeah, at the beginning of the summer." He's like, "Was anyone surprised you're gay?" Hmmm, not that I could tell, but I say, "Well some were I suppose, it's hard to tell, ya know? No one wants to act like it's a big deal. They mostly want to be supportive." Seth says, "I came out as soon as I was sure. It was my fourteenth birthday and my parents didn't believe it at first. They thought I said I was gay to shock people, but that wasn't it at all." To change the subject, I say, "Man, you got killer hair there, dude, but why the big mohawk?" He chuckles, "Just to shock... haha. No, I think it's cool. I go to a hair stylist who likes kooky looks, and he talked me into it." I ask, "How much does a haircut like that cost?" "For this I paid fifty dollars, but it's mostly a favor to me. Maurice usually charges from seventy-five to one hundred dollars for a styled haircut. Tom Brady's gotten his hair done there when he had the long hair." I go, "Cool, but Brady's long hair looked like shit." He laughs, "Yeah, it did. Where do you go for haircuts?" I mumble, "Not a hair stylist, that's fer sure. My friends and I cut each other's hair for free and it's fun too." He says, "No offense, but you seem younger than nineteen." I go, "I'll be twenty next month, um, how about you?" He says, "We're the same age. I dropped out of high school in my sophomore year though, and worked full-time until getting laid off. The economy sucks, dude." He stows away the trimmers and we help Robby get the grass clippings bagged and on the truck. Seth's a pretty good guy. While we're waiting for the ride-on mower to be loaded on the truck, we light up Marlboros while standing on the street side of the truck, away from the house although for all I know nobody's even in there. I ask, "You going with someone?" He says, "Like a boyfriend?" I nod my head, and he says, "Not right now, but I've had a couple of boyfriends. You and Rob seem stable and you've been going together for a long time, but gay guys I've bumped into seem to be, I don't know, quarrelsome, overly sensitive with very little self confidence; like that. Then, if they show any feminine tendencies I'm like turned-off. I guess I just haven't had much luck, maybe it's as simple as that. I probably get less sex than the average teen, straight or gay. Maybe I'm too picky too, that could be true as well. It's frustrating at times." I go, "I've been extremely lucky, especially considering the pool that us gays boys have to fish in; it's one tenth the size of the straight boy's pool." He laughs, "Yeah, there's that too. Nice metaphor." Hmmm, he dropped out of high school as a sophomore, but uses a word like metaphor? He asks, "Um, Dylan, don't take offense, but do you ever get it on with anyone besides Rob?" I shrug, "Well, we don't have a totally open relationship, but once in awhile, yeah, I do." He squeezes my shoulder again, asking, "Are you a good barber? Maybe I'll give you a whack at my hair." I say, "Yo, I'd like that, Seth. Sure, any time and yeah, I'm an excellent barber." to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax free donation to nonprofit Nifty. There are expenses to maintaining this free story site. Small donations keep it free. Details at Nifty. Thank you.