Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2015 21:36:46 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME  CHAPTER  1

DYLAN'S  VACATION BACK HOME


CHAPTER  1


			     by Donny Mumford


There's going to be a premature end to my Marietta experience.  Today's my
last day working for Ryan and I plan on doing whatever I can to leave  on
good terms with him. This morning Ryan had a meeting with Josh Day concerning
Josh's overestimating of the time and manpower required to complete this
project. Now he's scrambling to remedy that situation by offering six days
severance pay to any two members of our crew who agrees to break our contract
with Lockheed-Martin as of today. I'm the only one who accepted the offer.
Ryan  appeared reluctant to tell me about it, and then we were both kind of
solemn  when I nodded my head, mumbling, "I should probably take Josh up on
his offer,  Albert." He didn't try to talk me out of it... so that's it.
I've been in a bit  of a fog since talking with him, just going through the
motions of working while  waiting to be called to Josh's office. When the word
gets out I'm leaving the  other guys on the crew, one by one, come over to
say goodbye and wish me luck.  We all pretend we'll meet again someday,
somehow. Now, just before afternoon  break, Ryan tells me Josh wants to see me.
We look at each other for a second  realizing when I see Josh it'll be
final, then Ryan murmurs, "Go ahead, Danny,  he's waiting for you."


Ryan pats me on the shoulder, I take a deep breath, and go up  to the third
floor. With mixed emotions I make my way through the maze of  corridors to
Josh's office. He's at his desk when I knock on the door jam.  "Come in,
Danny." I walk in and without looking up, he mumbles,  "Have a  seat." He's
looking at paperwork on his desk as I sit in one of the guest  armchairs.
Looking up, Josh frowns, "No, it's Dylan, not Danny, right? Is Danny  your
nickname?" I mutter, "Um, what?" and he adds,  "When Albert reported  your request
for early termination he referred to you as, Danny." Request for
termination? That's a crude way off putting it. Yeah, but then asshole, Josh, is  a
gruff person without a lot of personality, so I mumble, "Danny's my nickname,
yeah." Apparently that's enough chit-chat for him as he gives me an
insincere  smile, saying, "Well, okay then." He shuffles some papers, muttering,
"I was  sure two of you boys would jump at my generous offer, but you're the
only one  who did. It seems y'all like working for Albert." I say, "Uh huh,
but I'm from Massachusetts and miss  my family or I probably would think
twice...." He's not interested in my reason  for accepting his offer, as he
goes, "Yeah, sure. If  you'll just sign here on all three pages..." Well, fuck
you, Josh! Now I'm not  going to tell you the other reason I accepted this
offer. The one about Ryan not  giving me enough side-sex lately. Yeah, and
then when he does fuck me he fucks  me so good I put up with him ignoring me
the rest of the week waiting for  my turn again. I could also mention my
rapidly declining  interest in having side-sex with Timmy and his two inch
dick. I could tell him  about all that, but I  won't.


While signing three separate sheets of computer-filled words,  without
reading any of them, Josh explains, "You understand that this is a  mutually
agreed breaking of the contract between Lockheed-Martin and yourself in
consideration of severance pay." Yeah, I already knew that, asshole. Done with the
paper work he hands me both  this week's paycheck, and next week's. He
stands, so I do too and we shake  hands, "Great having you in the
Lockheed-Martin family this  summer, Danny, um, Dylan." I thank him and walk back to the
unit. When I'm back  in the unit guys come up to say goodbye a second time
which makes me feel good.  They say, "It won't be the same without you,
Danny," and other nice thoughts  like that. Sweet! Ryan looks sad. He gives me a
few forlorn  grins as the day comes to a close. The bell sounds and it's over
for me. I feel  lost at first, like what do I do now? Ryan tells me, "I'll
only be a couple of  minutes."


In the parking lot I light a cigarette trying to wrap my head  around this
abrupt end to my time in Georgia. It happened so fast. Then,  startling me,
D'george comes up from behind and gives me another hug. I turn  around doing
the sideways hand clasp with him while returning his one arm hug.  He looks
serious, saying, "Man, without you, Danny boy, the job ain't gonna be  as
much mothafuck'n fun. And I'll miss seeing your pretty face every day too."
I'm a little choked up as I mumble, "Yeah, mothafucka, I'm gonna miss you
too."  " He grins, saying, " And this was gonna be the Saturday for my
haircut. Of all  the mothafuckin' bad luck. Life sucks." I'm nodding my head
grinning back at  him, "You my mothafucka, dawg, Dog" He laughs, and says,
"Y'all's the best gay  white mothafucka I ever met, dude. You rock with the best of
'em!" He smirks at  me, then kisses me on the lips, a damn nice kiss too.
Oh my god, his lips! I'm  like in shock as he says, "Maybe I'll visit y'all
in Framingham, mothafucka,"  and he walk away. Well I'll be goddamned! I
touch my lips thinking what might  have been. The kiss was so unexpected it's
almost like it never happened. I  watch him get in his car, then he turns with
a big grin on his face and give me  the finger. Last time I'll probably
ever see him and now he's blowing me a kiss  driving out of the parking lot.
Huh! Ya know, maybe I need to reevaluate my hard  and fast rule about never
instigating first time sex. In special circumstances I  mean, like with
D'george. Or even with Freckles, who may have yearned to be  asked to try some gay
sex, or experiment with it one time at least. Who knows?  Maybe I shouldn't
be such a stickler about needing to be asked first. Man, I'd  hate to think
I blew it with D'george. He's sexy and hot! What if I'd come on to  him a
little. Damn!


Interrupting my musings I see Ryan come through the door  talking with
Josh. They stop to finish whatever they're saying, then Josh walks  off without
so much as a nod of his head at me. Ryan comes over shrugging,  muttering,
"This is so fucked! It's gonna feels weird without you here." My turn  to
shrug, mumbling, "Yeah, I guess." We get in the Mini and Ryan puts the top
down, looks at me, then goes, "I blew it, didn't I?" I'm like, "Whaddaya mean?"
Driving across the parking lot, he says, "I didn't treat you the way you
deserved to be treated, and I've ignored having sex with you since meeting
Mike.  But still, I kept my dominant bossy-ass ways like we agreed on." No
sense  splitting hairs about that now, so I say, "Yeah, most of the time you
did that  dominant stuff pretty good. But to tell ya the truth, I probably
would have  accepted Josh's offer even if you were fucking me three times day.
Hell, even if  Josh hadn't made the offer I was probably leaving early. You
don't need my help  now at home or at work, so I'm sorry, but that weekend
with my homies made me  monumentally homesick." He nods his head, "I knew
that was a bad idea." I go,  "You've treated me very well for the most part,
but I need to go home. Anyway,  you do have a boyfriend now.. um, and I think
that's great." He goes,  "Yeah, ironically because of you I got involved
with my peers this summer and  connected with Mike as a result. I finally have
my first real boyfriend." I nod  and he adds, "Yeah, I've called you my
boyfriend but you've always been Robby's  boyfriend no matter how hard I tried
to fool myself into thinking you were  mine." There's nothing I need to say
to that.


A minute of silence as we drive past the guard house and now  I'm off
Lockheed-Martin property, probably forever. I look at Ryan's profile  thinking he
still seems sexy to me. I give his shoulder a squeeze, "Ya know I've
always thought you where sexy as hell, right? Being around you without us
getting it on sexually proved to be a bit stressful. That's not your fault
though, you can't help it if I feel like that." He murmurs, "That's very
complimentary, Dylan, but then you've always made me feel special." Stopped at a
red light, he wistfully says, "No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get you
to  budge off Rob." Getting back on a positive note, I smile, saying, "Yeah,
but  like I said, you're still sexy as hell and the best side-sex buddy on
the  fuckin' planet." He snorts, "So you say. Other than Mike you're the only
one  who's ever thought that." I say, "No, there's Jeff too!" He nods his
head trying  not to grin, then mumbles, "Yeah, and Jeff too. Hey, maybe my
status has finally  elevated to a level where I'm now one-tenth as sexy, cool,
and popular as you."  I don't know how to take that. It sounded sarcastic,
or maybe bitter, so I  ignore it.


There's really not much more to say, so we don't say anything  until we get
to the house. As usual after work we grab Coke's and walk to the  gazebo
for a smoke. Sitting and silently lighting cigarettes, then drinking some
Coke, he finally mumbles, "My parents will be surprised you're leaving. I'll
bet  they'll be disappointed too." I shrug, "I don't know, maybe," and he
yells,  "Fuck! I hate this!" I'm really not sure what mood he's in, or what he's
hating  on. Is he pissed-off at me, mad at himself, mad at Josh, happy for
me, or  what? I mutter a noncommittal, "Yeah, it's weird." Taking a drag off
his  cigarette he scratches his head, asking, "Even if Josh hadn't make
that offer,  you're telling me you wouldn't have come back after this weekend
at home?" I  shake my head, "No, I don't think I would have, and I told you
why a few minutes  ago. I'm homesick! Um, and you know, it's like I'm a third
wheel now that it's  you and Mike."


He drags off his cigarette like he's angry, then looking over  at me, he
asks, "Okay! It's about me not doing enough side-sex with you, right?  That's
the sticking point." Shrugging, I look straight ahead, saying, "Yeah,  that
too, but I wanna go home. Ya know, Ryan, side-sex with you is so hot... um,
you've got all the moves that I find hard to resist.  Oh man, I already  told
you it's my problem, not yours." He goes, "Why didn't you say something
earlier? Now that I know how you feel we can definitely do it together more
often. I can give Josh a call and tell him..."  I'm shaking my head, looking
at him, "No, it's best this way. Josh's offer had nothing to do with it." We
drink our Cokes and smoke our cigarettes, then Ryan says, "So Josh's offer
is  like a bonus, right?" I go , "Well yeah, I guess. I didn't know he'd do
that.  How could I?" Ryan shakes his head, "You always come out on top,
don't you?" I  murmur, "That's so unfair of you." He mumbles, "I'm sorry. Just
the thought that  you're not going to be here though, it makes me feel shaky,
um, and nervous, and  not as sure of myself. You've been such an important
part of my life-changing  summer. I'm going to miss you, probably more that
I even realize," and he hugs  across my shoulders. I put my arm across his
shoulders too, "We were a damn good  team, Ryan. I'll miss you too."


The sides of our heads come together as we do this odd  sideways hug, then
he faces me and kisses me on the lips. We look into each  other's eyes for a
second, then I pull my head away and take a drag off my  cigarette. More
silence for a minute or so, then he goes, "You're plane  reservations are for
seven o'clock Friday night. What will you do all day  tomorrow?" I say, "I'm
gonna change the reservation to an early morning flight  obviously. I'll
take a cab to the airport." He says, "Fuck that! I'll drive you.  So what if I
miss some work tomorrow morning." I'm like, "Nah, don't do that,  Ryan. Go
to work. I'm not too good at airport goodbyes." He says, "Well, no  matter
what you say I'm canceling tonight's date with Mike. I wanna be with you
tonight." I do a little head shake, "Maybe you better not. I'm not in the mood
for a pity-fuck." He say, "Pity fuck? Don't be ridiculous! Having sex with
you  is the best thing that's ever happened to me. You said we're world
class  side-sex buddies, remember? Lets end with some hot sex together." The
back of my  hand is against my nose. I know he's right about that; we're a hot
sexy pair if  there ever was one. He squeezes my shoulder, grinning and
mumbling, "In cased  you missed it, I just asked you for sex this time." I
chuckle, "Yeah, sort of,  but you'll need to ask me about a million more times to
catch up with all the  times I've asked you." He goes, "Yeah, that's always
made me feel great too."  Turning to him I run my fingers through his hair,
asking, "You gonna go to one  of these butcher barbers in town for your
next haircut?" He shakes his head,  "Nope, I'm saving my hair for my personal
barber at Merrimack." I mutter, "You  better! I like cutting your hair."


>From the look in his eyes I can see it coming. I could kick  myself in the
ass for even mentioning the word 'haircut'. Fuck!  And sure  enough, he asks
with a grin, "I picked up on your subliminal suggestion that  you'd like me
to give you your going away haircut. Well sure, you're due for  your next
one tomorrow anyway." Shaking my head 'no', he ignores that, mumbling,
"Yeah, I've given you haircuts on Fridays the last two weeks, so today's
Thursday and close enough." I'm like, "I swear to God I wasn't suggesting that."
and he goes, "No, I'm serious! You promised to cooperate with me about this
before we left college." I go, "What? You can't hold me to that promise now.
We've had an  early termination of our agreement." He says, "You and
Lockheed-Martin had an  early termination of your contract. Your's and mine is
still in effect until you  leave town. So I hate to hold you to it, but you're
going to get the haircut.  We're going to finish what we started, meaning in
this case  that you get weekly haircuts of my choosing." He's serious, so I
look at him  like I can't believe it, and he murmurs, "As a favor to me,
okay?" Balls! With a  big sigh, I nod my head, mumbling, "Okay, since you put
it that way." He gets  his arm around the back of my neck, again pulling the
side  of my head to his, saying, "Officially I'd feel better about it if
you'd agreed  that I'm right about this. Maybe you should even ask me for the
haircut." His fucking confidence is off the charts, but I want to  leave as
friends, so....


And that's so like him too! I give in to him because he knows  how to push
all my buttons, and also because in this case he's technically right  as
well, but that's not enough for him... he wants me to embrace the idea. That
kind of confident/dominant move tickles my submissive side and I'm feeling
the  beginnings of a submissive mist drifting over me. It's impossible to
describe,  but it makes my dick tighten-up. So okay, one last time, what the
fuck! I go,  "Okay, sure, I'll do it your way as usual." He's looking at me
expectantly, so I  roll my eyes, going, "Um, Albert, will you give me your
specialty haircut before  I leave?" Another tight hug around the back of my
neck, as he says, "Like we  both agreed to back at Merrimack," and I mutter, "Uh
huh, like we agreed to back  at Merrimack." He rubs my head, "Sure, I'll do
it for you right now. That wasn't  so hard was it?" I'm smelling the back
of my hand looking at him as my cock  comes to attention. I can't help but do
a little grin, shrugging and feeling  like a little kid again. Another rub
of my head, and he adds, "See, in your  heart you're still my boy, Danny." I
almost laugh at his ballsiness. Still, I'm  glad to feel this docile
submissive sense one last time. Who knows what frame of  mind we'll both be in by
the middle of September when we meet again? Our  relationship will surely be
a different one now that Ryan's given up trying to  get me to dump Robby,
plus he has his own boyfriend. So, I guess it's gonna be  one more sub/dom
night with sexy Ryan.


He's apparently determined to maintain his in-charge bossiness  right up to
the end and why not, he always follows through on everything.  Handing me
his smoldering cigarette butt, he says, "Here, get rid of this, and  then set
up the barbershop. I need to call Mike at the deli." I can't help but
smile at him, "Yes, Albert," putting emphasis on the name, 'Albert', and then I
do what I'm told. Walking around to the garage smiling to myself because
I'm  sure as shit not going to get this kind of submissive sensation from
anyone in  Framingham, except maybe Sonny and there won't be any hair on my head
for him to  cut. Ha ha, he's gonna be pissed too! Ah, fuck you, Sonny.
You're too young for  me anyway. After getting out the clippers and setting the
barber stuff up in the  garage the way Ryan likes it, I take my shirt off
and sit on the stool waiting  for him. I'm thinking I'll leave these barber
tools for Ryan to use for Jeff's  and Tim's haircuts, and bring the new ones I
bought at the drugstore home with  me. After a minute or so sitting here
alone in the garage I get a stronger  sensation of being a kid sitting here
waiting for daddy to give me a home  haircut. Taking a deep breath I'm all
squirmy as I grope myself loving this  sensation and feeling it continue to
grow stronger. Once something like this  gets in my head it's hard to shake it,
mostly because I don't want to. Oh man,  so weird, but enticing too.
Smelling the back of my wrist now I slump on the  stool glancing around this big
four-car garage. Huh, only Ryan's motor bike and  his Mini. Neither of his
parent's cars are here, then I think, 'Balls, I'll need  to say goodbye to
them too'. That'll probably be awkward. I hate  awkward!


A couple of minutes later Ryan walks into the garage all  smiles knowing
I'd do what I'm told right up till the end. Staring at him I get  a funny
electric shock in my nuts. He says, "Okay then, that's my good boy!  You've got
things set up for me the way I want them." Again he rubs my head,  this time
sternly adding, "Sit up straight! How many fucking times do I need to  tell
you that?" I'm sitting-up straight up now, and stiff as a board feeling my
cock tighten-up further. He turns on the clippers and roughly pushes my
head to  the side. The sound of buzzing clippers causes a familiar
scary-nervous feeling  in my groin. I always sense that when I'm about to get a haircut.
Holding my  hand up, I whine, "Wait, um, could you please go easy on me
this time, Albert?"  He has my head pushed over so far my left ear is on my
shoulder, as he mutters,  "No talking, Danny," and runs the bare buzzing
clipper up the side of my head.  The  sound of hairs being clipped off is all I
hear. In a way I admire his  resoluteness to do it his way, and that goes for
my haircuts as well as his  overall in-charge persona. I've admitted to
myself a number of time this summer  that Ryan's followed through on everything
he and I agreed upon before leaving  school. Back then we took side-sex as a
given without thinking to put frequency  in the equation. Ryan's been doing
very little of it with me the past two weeks,  but that didn't break our
agreement. I rationalized it broke the 'spirit' of our  agreement, mostly
because I was jealous about being ignored  sexually.


The clippers never stop the buzzing sound as he's finishing  the right side
of my head. I'm fully into it by now as my haircut fetish joins  forces
with my submissive fetish and I quietly take a couple of  short  gasping
inhales. Ryan stops and looks at me. I sit-up straighter, motionless and  blushing
about the aroused gasping I'm doing. My cock throbs as he lets out  an
annoyed sigh, saying, "Sit still," and he whacks the side of my ass, then
continues roughly and too quickly pushing the clippers up the back of my head.
The continuous sound of the clippers cutting hairs makes me push my hand down
against my hardening cock. Ryan's pushed my head forward so far my chin's
against my chest and he's holding my head there with his left hand. It's
uncomfortable but at least he hasn't used the bare clippers on top, so in one
way my hopes soar, but in another way I hope he does everything like last
time. That thought makes me grope my stiff cock again, squeezing it. Ryan
says, "Stop that! Sit still!" Pushing my head to the right now he runs the
clippers on the left side of my head as I make myself be still. The urge to
grope myself is strong, but I hold my breath resisting the urge.


For five minutes there's been a constant shower of little hair  clippings
drifting in the air around me before floating to my shoulders, lap,  and
floor. Finished doing the sides and back of my head, without a seconds
hesitation he runs the bare clippers over the crown of my head, pressing down. I
hold my breath again adsorbing a rush of fetish induced sexual pleasure that
makes me shudder and moan, "Ahhhh, oooh, umm," feeling weak. Then a second
pass  on top of my head near the middle and I moan, "Ummm," thinking I'm
going to cum  as my groin tightens and another moan, "Ooooh." He's doing the
same wicked short  haircut as last time when he told me, 'I got you good this
time,' and then he  pushed my head roughly, adding, 'You're done, boy'. It
could be considered a  mean streak in Ryan, but in actuality he's just acting
out the dominant  in-charge persona we agreed upon. He's just doing his job,
in other words. And  it works because I'm feeling as docile and submissive
as ever, it's impossible  for me not to grovel in the dreaminess of it all.
My rock hard boner's throbbing  in my pants and I try rationalizing the way
I'm feeling now being worth getting  this ridiculous haircut. In fact I wish
Ryan could start all over and do it  again, or continue running the bare
clippers all over my head. Later, when the  sensations fade away I'll be
pissed at myself for giving in to Ryan's  haircutting, but while he's doing it I
get almost a sick intense buzzing in my  belly and groin and it feels so
awesome it's all I can think about. Ryan's using  the trimmer clippers now to
take the hair down to my scalp halfway up the sides  and back as a squirt of
precum drools out of my cock and I moan quietly, "Mmmm,  ooh." My submissive
haircut fetish is firmly in charge of my  consciousness.


He puts an eighth of an inch guide on the clippers and runs  them back from
my forehead hairline a number of times getting all the hairs  equally
short. Almost finished the haircut now Ryan again uses the clippers  without a
guide, this time blending the varying degrees of shortness doing  what's
called in the trade a 'fade' haircut. Fade haircuts are popular in some  circles
so it's not like I'm the only one with a haircut similar to this one.
Finally done, he rubs my head vigorously with both hands dislodging random
little clipping and leaving my scalp tingling. I didn't shoot off in my pants
this time, but there's a wet precum spot at my lap with a few hair clippings
sticking to it. I'm very sexually aroused wishing the haircut could
continue. It  feels like my skin's vibrating as I sit perfectly straight and still
on the  stool. Ryan says, "There, another masterpiece of an extreme fade
haircut!" He's  inspecting his work, then turns the clippers on again, holds my
chin with his  left hand so I don't move my head, as he does minuscule
adjustments to the fade  aspect of the haircut. Done that, the clippers are
turned off again and he holds  the mirror in front of me.


In a haze I peer at my reflection. I'm again amazed at Ryan's  skill level.
I couldn't replicate the precision of a 'fade' haircut like he can,  but
then I'd never give anyone a haircut this short so it doesn't matter that I
can't do it. He's grinning, "Oh, come on! That's an awesome haircut, Dylan.
You  look like a cute bad-ass ." I'm taking fast little breaths enjoying this
submissive sense silently. Ryan says in a very friendly voice, "I only see
a  small wet spot on your pants. Didn't you shoot off?" I shake my head,
and  mumble, "No, not this time," then my fingers move up the back of my head.
It's  smooth skin until halfway up and then it's feels like sandpaper. As
always I  feel scalped, embarrassed, a little humiliated and very much put in
my place, my  submissive place. My fingers rub through the eight inch hair
from my forehead  hairline back and my shoulders shudder, but still no
orgasm. Ryan moves his face  right in front of me and smiles, "It looks good,
don't ya think." I take a deep  breath, slowly rejoining reality. I give him
half a grin, saying, "It's a very  professional job of a fade haircut. I admit
I loved when you were doing it, but  I don't care for a fade haircut.
Sorry." He hugs my shoulders rocking me a  little, chuckling and saying, "I'm
sorry you hate it, but it's part of the best  summer of my life and I'll never
forget it."


Taking another deep breath, I slide off the stool. Ryan grabs  my arm and
pulls me to the first garage bay. I'm still feeling submissive to him  so I
go with him easily without questioning it. He says, "Just stand there,"  then
he looks at the open garage door of the fourth bay, mumbling, "No one can
see us here unless they walk into the garage, and no one's going to do
that." He  unbuttons my khakis, then pulls them and my underwear down to my
ankles. Looking  up at me, I know he wants me to step out of them, so I do that.
Not sure exactly  what he has in mind, but I'm all for whatever it is. As
he's bending over taking  his pants down to his knees, my fingers ruffle
through his nice hair.  Straightening up, Ryan takes my hand and holds it a
second grinning at me. My  eyes go to his long fat flaccid cock hanging there
between his legs. Then, with  Ryan still holding my hand I drop slowly to my
knees and take his cock in my  fingers. Letting go of my hand he turns around
and his cock stretches out eight  inches before slipping from my fingers.


I gaze at his bare ass that he's sticking out at me. Wrapping  my arms
around his waist and putting my face against his ass with my tongue way  out, I
begin licking behind his scrotum and up his ass crack going slowly over  his
asshole. In between licking and sucking on his anus I inhale Ryan's sexy
scent. That's another thing I can't describe. My haircut fetish got my cock
boned-up hard and sticking up tightly against my belly with precum wetting
the  head. Rimming Ryan's ass brings back a deep submissive dreamy state of
mind with  his asshole becoming the center of my world. His scent combined
with my tongue  rimming his asshole gets my boner harder and harder until it
moves away from my  belly to stick straight out from my body like a wooden
pole. I moan and shudder,  hug his waist tighter, and suck on his asshole with
my eyes closed. A deep  submissiveness caresses my brain like a luxurious
massage. It's the way my  brain's wired and there doesn't appear to be
anything I can do about  it.


I hear quiet moans coming from Ryan as his body seems to be in  motion
without actually moving. After a couple minutes of deep rimming he gasps  and
steps away from me. When he turns around I see his cock is hard and lifting
away from his body a little. That's amazing considering the length and weight
of  it. He steps in front of me with his hands on his hips and in a
hypnotic  delicious trance I take his cock in my fingers and hungrily slide it on
my  tongue into my mouth and slurp on it, drinking his precum. He's making
quiet  grunting sounds rubbing my head as his feet move in place. I've got
over three  inches of his sex organ in my mouth, the head bumping the gag
reflex area at the  back of my throat. Ryan lifts up on his toes and comes down
pushing the head of  his cock past the gag area and the shaft slides tightly
down my throat, the head  bulging out my Adam's apple. My body gets as stiff
as a board, my hips thrust  forward once, then again and a long stream of
cum shoots out from my wooden  boner. The cum streaks between Ryan's legs
with stars bursting behind my eyes.  Then another tightening of every muscle in
my body as more cum steaks out, then  again with my body shaking. Ryan's
pubic hairs surround my nose and mouth as he  grinds his hips, then pulls his
cock up and begins a frantic fucking of my  throat. I'm limp, barely able to
hold my head up so Ryan's holding it between  his hands. His boner slides
very tightly but smoothly down my throat once,  twice, three times, then
three more times fast before his body stiffens and he  goes, "Ahhh, oooh
fuck..." His hips buck with a creamy stream of cum shooting  down my throat. He
pulls it back until his boner's on my tongue spewing out a  mouthful of spunk
that coats my mouth. He lets go of my head and his fingers dig  into my
shoulders now as his head goes back and a few more spurts of cum  splatter into
my mouth with cum drooling out both sides of my lips now. "Oooh,"  from Ryan,
then he's gasping while stepping back stiff legged, pulling his cock  from
my mouth.


He staggers back a few steps stroking his slimy cock as it's  losing it
hardness. I'm sitting back on my ass with my arms out behind me, the  palms of
my hands on the garage floor. Mostly I'm sucking in all the oxygen I  can
get in my lungs. I was without oxygen for almost a minute with his cock in  my
throat most of the time. Three minutes or so is all the time it took for
both  of us to climax. Well, there was some sexual activity before he deep
throated  me, so it wasn't just the deep throating. It's like a reproduction of
our  sexy time at the waterfalls last Sunday and the Sunday before that.
Two hot sexy  Sundays. Letting go of his cock, Ryan holds a hand down to help
me up and when  I'm standing we hug each other. Awesome sex! Nobody does
sub/dom sex like Ryan.  We're both still doing deep breathing, and when he lets
go of me, he says, "I'm  sleeping with you tonight, Danny?" This afternoon
he's been going back and forth  calling me Danny and Dylan. Maybe I've been
switching off names with him too,  I'm not sure and he probably doesn't
realize he's doing it any more than I do. I  say, "Yeah, I'd like that, Ryan.
Um, I suppose you knew your parents weren't  going to all of a sudden activate
the garage door and see us in compromising  positions, right?" He goes, "Oh
yeah, they're both at one of mother's charity  events to raise money for
the homeless."


After that sex with Ryan, and knowing we're sleeping together  my last
night in steamy Georgia I feel better about things in general. As I  said, it's
important to me that Ryan and I part as friends. I can't help but  hang on
him a bit now because I'm still feeling his dominance after the haircut  and
deep throating. I lean against him rubbing my hand on his chest, he nods and
pats my shoulder knowing what I'm feeling from his own submissive behavior
in  days gone by. Not submissive behavior with me, but with those perverts.
I'm  kinda staring at him as he pulls up his pants, and says, "That was
good,  wasn't it?" I feel like kissing him or sucking his cock again. He
smirks,  rubbing my head, saying, "We've got an hour and a half before baseball
practice. Plenty of time to grab something to eat for dinner. Or, would you
rather skip practice?" I shake my head, "Nah, lets not skip practice. I want
to  say goodbye to Freckles and Jeff." He says, "Sure. Um, put you pants
on, babe."  I do that as he gestures towards the barber stool, saying, "You
need  to sweep up the hair clipping and put everything away." While I do that
he  lights a cigarette and watches me while sitting on the stool smoking. I
find  myself glancing at him as I sweep up. He looks so sexy and calm and
confident,  but a little sad too. A sad little Napoleon.


Done the clean-up, I ask for his approval. "Is this okay,  Albert?" He
says, "It'll do, but put the toiletry kit behind that box." I do  that and he
nods, then slides off the stool motioning for me to come with him. I  walk
beside him to the house and hit the back of my hand against his, he  looks over
and I blush, "For old time sake, Albert?" He grins and holds my  hand until
we get to the house. Holding the door open for me, he says,  "It's such a
waste that you can't see what a perfect match we are, Dylan.  We really are."
I bite my lip and look down. Inside he probably wants to lighten  the mood
by saying, "I've meant to ask you, doesn't Logan mind you calling him
Freckles? I mean, we didn't got off on the right foot with Logan from the
start." I go, "No, he doesn't mind because we've gotten pretty tight." Ryan  holds
my hand again as we go upstairs. It feels good. In Ryan's bedroom he's
changing out of his work clothes, asking me, "Any chance Logan's bisexual? I
know he sort of has a girlfriend, or at least that's what Jeff told me." I
shrug, "I don't know. I think he's hot though, and I'm curious to see if his
dick has freckles." Ryan laughs, "Jeez, do you really think he's hot? I
don't  see it." His khakis and underwear are off as he walks to the bureau for
a clean  pair of boxer shorts. I stare at his cock, missing it already.
Actually I don't  know why I'm watching him change, ha ha. It's not like I
haven't seen him naked  a hundred times. Glancing around the room I'm thinking
that after tomorrow  morning I'll never see this place again. It's a hell of a
bedroom! When he has  shorts and a t-shirt on we go up the secret staircase
to my bedroom where he  watches me change. I need clean underwear too
because I drooled precum in mine  during the haircut. Also we got sweaty working
all day, and today we were out in  the heat of the loading dock too.


I get the sense we're both feeling a lot better about things  after our
sex. I mean, after all sex is what brought us together in the first  place.
Sure, technically it was Robby who got Ryan and I together insisting we  have
that lunch to bury the hatchet, but it's been mostly the sex that's kept us
together since then. It probably will continue to do so in some fashion when
we're back at college. The Mike-factor is sure to change our relationship
in  unforeseen ways, but sex is sex and we're sexual animals in the
extreme.


First place we drive to is the bank down town. Inside I talk  with a bank
representative. When I leave the bank I have a bank check for all my
savings, plus the two weekly pay checks Josh gave me earlier today. Of the
$3400.00 I made so far this summer, I have almost $3100.00 left because I've
hardly spend any money since being here. With that taken care of we eat dinner
at Wendy's for a change. I like Wendy's burgers better than the other fast
food  burgers. Most guys don't agree with me about that, but what do they
know?! In  between eating and talking I get on my iPhone and reschedule my
flight home. Now  I'll be taking off at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, meaning
I'll need to be up  at five. Ryan insists on driving me to the airport and he
won't take 'no' for an  answer. I think that's sweet of him. We're fairly
chatty now, no more silent  periods. We're mostly reliving the good times
this summer while leaving out the  contentious ones that'll fade away anyway.
Mostly it's the good times in life  that are remembered and embellished as
time goes by.


At baseball practice we discover the skipper isn't at practice  tonight, so
it's a loose free-lance kind of practice. Mostly I talk with  Freckles in
the outfield as we field fly balls from the guys in the batting  cage. Logan
appears to be sincerely sorry I'm leaving, but there's no hint of  any last
minute sexual experimentation between him and me. We've kidded each  other
about sex a lot this summer without it ever turning into anything. Still,  I
don't know what would have happened if I stayed another month. Too bad too
because I've grown attached to Logan and would have enjoyed sharing some
minor  or major sex with him. Him and his hot freckled body. After practice,
four  players join Ryan and me for ice cream and some goofing around at the
Dairy  Queen. Mostly the other guys flirt with some girls who are hanging out
hoping  guys would flirt with them. About nine-thirty Ryan tells me, "Let's
go!" I say a  last goodbye to the guys and then Ryan drives us home where we
find his parents  having cocktails in the library. We go in to tell them
the news. They don't seem  too broken up that I'm leaving. Ryan makes both of
us a vodka and cranberry  juice cocktail while his parents quiz us on what's
been happening. Ryan does  most of the talking sticking with the topic of
work mostly. He throws in an  antidote or two about the baseball team and
last Wednesday night's Bible study,  so it's not an awkward time for me thanks
to Ryan.


His parents turn in about ten-thirty wishing me good luck.  Mrs. W. tells
me it's been a pleasure having me with them this summer and I  thank both of
them for about the tenth time. She hugs me and gives my cheek a  peck and
Mr. W. pats my shoulder, then they head upstairs to bed. That's about  it for
the goodbyes. It was warmer than the 'hellos', but not by a lot. There  was
no acknowledgement of the difference I've made in Ryan's social life,
especially compared to last summer. But then I guess they assumed Ryan was
socially active last summer too. Obviously they didn't know he was some
degenerate's sexual slave boy. So, all in all, my original analysis of Ryan's
parents as not being as concerned or involved in Ryan's life as they should be,
still holds true. They aren't all that concerned. They also aren't as
horrible  as I thought they were before meeting them. Ryan's gonna be fine. I'm
still very  curious to know if I'm correct about Ryan being adopted although
I'd never ask  him.


We have one more drink and then go upstairs to Ryan's bedroom  so we can
shower together. We do it without acting like lovers in the shower,  because
we're not lovers. We're awesomely close, extremely hot side-sex buddies.
After drying ourselves we both put on a pair of Ryan's boxes shorts. He locks
his bedroom door and comes up the secret staircase with me, saying, "Set
your  alarm before we do anything." I've been out of my submissiveness for a
few hours  by now, so I mutter a sarcastic, "Yes, boss," and he grins, saying,
"You're  gonna get a spanking if you don't watch that smart mouth of
yours." I'm kinda  excited about having some regular anal sex with Ryan, and I
wouldn't say 'no' to  a spanking either. Bending over to set the alarm on my
computer, Ryan comes up  behind me humping his crotch against my ass. As I
straighten up he gets his arms  around me pulling my back against his chest
while moving his hips up and down,  pressing and sliding his long cock in my
ass crack. It feels like it's outside  the fly of his boxer shorts. I blow out
some air, puffing out my cheeks, feeling  his penis getting hard. Neither
of us says anything and the harder his cock  feels, the harder mine gets. Now
the head of my hard cock is pressing up against  the top of my boxer's
waistband. Not a problem though because Ryan pulls my  shorts down past my
buttocks and I feel the wet head of his hard cock at my  asshole. Then,
"SMACK!SMACK!" on my ass and a quiet, "Ow," from me as I reach  back to rub my
stinging smacked ass.


We're motionless for a few seconds, me gasping with  anticipation as my
sexual arousal grows and then with one hard thrust his boner  goes up my ass
about three inches. I go, "Ah!" as my back arches. Ryan pulls me  flat against
his chest again with his bicep muscles bulging. The back of my head  rest
lightly on his shoulder, his curly sparse beard tickling the side of my
forehead. Ryan's dominant approach to this sex has me slipping deliciously back
into a submissive frame of mind. He does dominant sex perfectly for me. He
can  feel my body becoming docile for him like he expects it will. It's no
surprise  to him. The last five inches of his long fat boner gets pushed up
my ass inch by  inch. I can picture in my head his boner severely stretching
the rim of my anus  as it slowly disappears up my ass. The fatness of his
boner plus the visual in  my head of it disappearing up my ass, makes me moan,
"Mmmmm, oooh." Closing my  eyes I'm now visualizing the walls of my rectum
being expanded by the head of  his hard cock. It hurts but at the same time
it feels good too. Ryan uses the  palm of his hand on my forehead to roughly
pulls my head back tightly against  his shoulder, saying, "Keep your head
back, goddammit." His other hand slaps the  side of my butt cheek again,
"SLAP! SLAP!" A couple of stinging smacks gets me  to lay back against him
completely now, feeling docilely submissive to him.  Another, "SMACK!" on my ass
and my cock feels so good I squirm against his  chest, my forehead rubbing
his whiskers. What a dom!


His familiar sexy scent makes my cock tightens up some more.  By now my
rectum feels so awesomely full and tight, I moan quietly, "Mmm, oooh."  Then
the last of the shaft goes inside me and Ryan's pubic hairs tickle my butt
cheeks for a second before one last hard hump flattens his crotch against my
ass  with him lifting his hips and me going up on my toes moaning, "Aahhhh,"
feeling  I'm going to cum. His arm comes around the front of my neck pulling
my head back  further and a trickle of claustrophobia skitters around my
brain and then he  sets me back flatfooted grinding his hips arching his back
and choking me a  little with me moaning, "Oooh, mmm, oooh, Ryan," and that
gets me another,  "SMACK!" on my ass as he grunts, "I'm still Albert to you,
boy!" I gasp pushing  my buttocks against his crotch moving his boner on my
prostate a little, causing  me to moan again, "Mmmm." It's impossible to
describe how good it feels being  dominantly fucked up the ass like this. Ryan
does a steady withdrawal as I  shudder and when he's pushing it steadily
back up my ass I let out another  pleasure moan, "Ahhh, mmmm," and oh my God
it feels so good. I get chills as the  side of my face rubs against his. His
personal sexy scent is becoming more  pronounced now so I move my head to
the side so my nose is against the side of  his chin.


Another steady withdrawal of his engorged cock and then he  pushes it right
back up my ass. My shoulders shudder again, then it's a hard and  fast
fucking creating the sounds I love hearing, "Slapslsapslapslap!" ringing in  my
ears. Right off the bat it's hard and fast with me trying to arch my back
but  Ryan's got an arm across my chest now and one across my stomach. He's
strong, so  I can't move. His hips are moving though, fast, hard, and with a
steady rhythm.  I hear him grunting softly in my ear from the effort. My
rectum loves every  second, sizzling and sparkling with pleasure flying off every
nerve ending  simultaneously. I'm writhing in his arm, moaning at the
sexual pleasure that's  spreading from my rectum outwards. Sweat forms between my
back and his chest and  I slide in it an inch or so with every hard thrust
of his big awesome boner. My  cock has moved straight out from me pulsating
with the need to cum. It doesn't  last long. A mere three or four minutes of
Ryan's constantly pounding boner in  my ass and I squeal struggling in his
arms, cum streaking straight out five feet  from my pulsating boner. A long
string of creamy spunk, then a shorter streak  followed by a few six inch
little spurts leaving me gasping at the intense  sexual pleasure of it all.
I'd sit down on the floor right now and absorb all  the fantastic sensations
of orgasm except Ryan's holding me up thrusting his  cock back and forth in
my ass.


It's only another fifteen seconds of thrusting before he  pushes the back
of my head hard, so I bend forward with my hands hitting on the  bed
supporting me. He grabs my hips and pounds his big hard sex organ back and  forth in
my ass with me bumping forward with each thrust. My head drops to the  bed
as his thrusts become so hard each one lifts me up on my toes again as I
moan, totally dominated and floating in submissiveness. He only lasts another
thirty seconds and then one last thrust and he's whining while humping
desperately against my buttocks, then makes a long hissing sound, his body
stiff, as I feel his orgasm spiking against the walls of my bowels. More
humping  while he makes a moaning sound pouring more of his semen inside me.
Everything  is still for a second before he pulls his cock out of me and yanks my
head  around. Dropping to my knees, I fist his sloppy boner, then suck it
inside my  mouth to lick it clean. When the top half is clean, I take it out
and lick from  his balls up the shaft, and all around it until his entire
cock is clean and  shiny with my spit. Lifting under my arms, Ryan helps me up
on my feet, then  pulls my boxer shorts up patting my ass so the material
sticks to his cum that's  drooling out of my ass and down the back of my legs.


He takes my upper arm and pulls me to the bed. We get under  the covers,
cum squishing in my shorts. Ryan's still breathing hard. Hell, I'm  still not
back to a normal breathing pattern yet myself. What a rush that was!  Holy
shit, what a quick but thrilling climax! My body still feels like
electricity is buzzing through me. I didn't expect him to do any of that so soon
after we got to my bedroom. Looking over at him for a second before shimmying my
body next to his. He nods his head and puts his arm under the back of my
neck  pulling me tight against him. Grinning at me confidently, he asks, "How
was  that?" I grin back, nodding my head real fast like a goof, "Good, that
was  really good, Albert." He smirks, "Just wanted to remind you of what
you'll be  missing." I don't respond, not wanting to start an argument, but
the fact is  I've already been missing it for most of the past two weeks. I
say, "This is our  thing, Ryan, great buddy sex on the side. You being
dominant to me and me being  submissive to you." He shrugs, "Yeah, but when I think
what could have been: you  being mine for the rest of my life, then buddy
sex seems a distant second  choice. You're making a big mistake, but I'm done
trying to get you to realize  that fact." Purposely ignoring that, I ask,
"How are those contact lenses  working out for you?" He laughs, muttering,
"No comment to my last statement,  huh?"


With Ryan's arm behind my neck and me half turned and partly  laying on his
hot body, we talk about us for almost two hours revisiting our  early days
together. Like how we got into some mild BDSM there for a while in  the
early going, and maybe it wasn't all that 'mild' now that I think about it.  So
friggin' sexually hot! We talk quietly about that and everything else we've
experienced together from then till now. Great memories and when I start
yawning  around two o'clock in the morning, Ryan goes, "No sleep yet, Danny."
He takes  his arm from behind my neck and situates me flat on my back, then
gets between  my legs, throwing the covers back. He pushes my legs up and I
get my arms around  both of them holding them against my side with my feet
in the air. Ryan fucks me  hard for ten minutes before we have our third
climaxes since leaving work. We're  gasping for air and then hugging before a
kiss goodnight. Cum drools out of my  ass all night.


Less then three hours after our last sex the alarm goes off.  We take a
quick shower in my smaller shower stall ending up hugging for two  minutes
under the flow of water without saying a word, or kissing even once.  Drying in
silence, then Ryan gets dressed for work, and I get dressed for a  plane
ride in shorts and a Polo shirt. He helps me pack, saying, "When I do the
laundry, Dylan, I'll mail your stuff to you." I say, "Thanks, and those boxer
shorts you lent me; they're mine now. Send those too. Maybe some remnants of
your cum from last night will remain and I'll get a boner every time I put
them  on." He chuckles and rubs my head reminding me of yesterday's haircut.
I'm glad  I went along with that. It meant a lot to Ryan and I got to
experience my  haircut fetish again. Who knows when or if that'll ever happen at
home.


On the way to the airport we stop for take-out coffees. Our  conversation
consists mostly of Ryan commenting how light the traffic is at this  time of
the morning. He parks at the airport and comes in with me carrying my
duffle bag full of stuff. I've got a carry-on satchel over my shoulder that I
hope fits in the plane's overhead compartments. Then Ryan tells me to check-in
both pieces of luggage, saying, "You've got to wait for one anyway so
check them  both." I smile to myself, enjoying that Ryan's still being bossy
with me right  up till the end. Glancing at him, I think he look good so I
squeeze the back of  his neck. He gives me a grin, then we hug again. It's a
hour before take off and  I've already done a self check-in at one of those
machines, so we wander to a  coffee stand. Ryan buys us breakfast sandwiches
and coffees. Sitting on a bench  side by side with our coffees, we're eating
our sandwiches of fried egg, cheese,  and Canadian bacon while exchanging
quick little smiles. I do have love for him,  but I don't think it's possible
to love another the way I love Robby. That's  just the way it is. We wash up
in the lavatory after our breakfasts then he  walks me to security where a
line is beginning to form.


I don't get in the line yet. We're standing looking at each  other, both of
us sensing a little bit of an awkward moment, then he says,  "Thanks for
all you've done for me this summer, Dylan," and I say, "Thanks for  your great
hospitality. This has be quite an experience for me." He takes off  the
Merrimack baseball team cap he's wearing and puts it on my head, mumbling,
"Something to remember me by." As I adjust his hat on my head, I'm saying, "I
have a million things to remember you by, Ryan, but thanks for your baseball
cap. I like wearing your stuff." We're nodding at each other, not sure
what to  do next, then a fucking tears rolls out of my eye and down my cheek.
Next thing  I know we're in each other arms for a tight thirty-second hug. We
break apart  and I mumble, "See you soon, Ryan." He nods, looking down, and
it's probably his  contact lenses that are causing tearing in his eyes too.
We hug again, then a  quick kiss on the lips. Ryan mutter, "Bye, Dylan,"
and turns around walking back  the way we came. I watch him all the way and
just before going out of sight he  turns and waves. I wave back knowing I'll
miss him. When I turn around there are  two young kids, a brother and sister,
staring at me. Ya know, two guys hugging  and kissing is probably something
new to them. I give them a smile and wait my  turn to go through security.


After minimum hassle, I'm sitting at the gate for my flight  trying not to
think about anything. Then, like a light switching-on in my head,  I think:
Hey, I've got the rest of the summer, so be happy! No one at home  expects
me to fly in today and no one expects me to stay after the weekend. I
haven't told anyone. I wanted to immediately tell Chubby, but made myself stop.
I'll surprise him, Robby, my mom and everyone else. Wouldn't it be a big
surprise to me though if everyone was blasé about it. Like, 'Oh, you're not
going back, huh? Well whaddaya going to do for the next month?' Like that, ha
ha! No, they'll be happy I'm staying home. I think they're all are gonna be
happy to have me home but I'm probably going to be the happiest of
everybody.  I'm very excited, but with some mixed emotions. Ryan was so sweet
yesterday and  this morning. He was pretty fucking sweet most of the summer
actually. Just that  blip when Mike came into the picture. Ha ha, I'll bet Mike's
happy I'm staying  home too, happy I'm gone. Oh shit, I never said goodbye
to Timmy and his two  inch dick. That wasn't nice of me. I type him a nice
email as I wait to board  the plane, telling him he's one hot stud! Oh man,
Timmy.


I said goodbye to Jeff at baseball practice and he seemed  really
disappointed I'm leaving. Probably because he wanted to get back at Ryan  for
ignoring him, much like Ryan ignored me. Get even by fucking my ass. I  wouldn't
have minded that at all. I don't mean the part about getting back at  Ryan,
but the part about getting fucked up the ass by Jeff. Ya know, I left
unfinished business back there. With a few words of encouragement I think Logan
and I could have had a good sexy time together. Same for D'george. I wouldn't
need words of encouragement for Jeff, we just ran out of time. Who else?
Hmmm,  then the row of the plane I'm sitting in is called to board.


I've got an aisle seat watching people coming down the aisle  hoping for a
cute guy to take the seat next to mine. Fat chance! Two women,  young women
in their middle twenties probably, squeeze in past me to take the  middle
and window seats. They nod pleasantly at me and then never stop talking...
ever! Inane conversation with them giggling at the stupidest things. If I had my
carry-on luggage I'd get my headphones out of the satchel. Damn! Then one
of the  cabin attendant, an outwardly gay middle aged man, is selling
disposable  headphones. I buy the piece of shit headphone, plug it into a music
channel and  turn it up. I'm not real crazy about the music selections, but it
drowns out the  banal conversation from my traveling companions. The plane
roars down the runway  and lifts off with my ears popping. The last thing I
remember is saying, "No, thank you,"  to the woman cabin attendant offering
me a tiny bag of pretzels and a beverage.  The bumping when we land wakes
me. I slept the entire flight  and that's not all that surprising considering
I had only three hours sleep last  night.


At the gate there's the usual hubbub in the aisle, everyone  trying to get
their stuff from the overhead compartments. Then we're all  standing in the
aisle with some people bending over standing in front of a seat  waiting
their turn to deplane. The girl next to me smiles at me, pulls the brim  of
Ryan's baseball cap down on my forehead, saying, "Joyce and I enjoyed  watching
you sleep. We think you're ridiculously good looking." A dark blush  makes
my face hot as I smile, muttering, "Oh wow, thank you, that's... um," and
it's our turn to walk up the aisle. Getting clear of the crowd coming out of
then tunnel, I walk over to look out the window at Logan airport. I'm in
Boston  and almost home. It makes me tear-up again. Rubbing my nose with the
back of my  hand, I leave the tears on my cheeks and walk down towards the
escalators  for baggage claim smiling to myself and thinking I did okay in
Georgia. Now  I'm really anxious to see everyone at home...


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


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