DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION
Chapter 14
by Donny Mumford
After our wild doggy-style sex we're both laying on the floor catching our breath. Ryan's grinning while pointing at the trail of cum I shot out on the floor. Well yeah, that was a crazy-good climax. All that's left of it now is two streaks of wetness on the shiny hardwood floor and a buzzing around
my groin. He fucked me doggy-style, but when my climax hit me it was so intense I lifted up off my hands knocking Ryan backwards with his boner pulling from my ass. My hips humped forward so hard I thought I'd dislocated sometime as cum flew from my iron-hard penis with me shaking and squealing again as another shot of cum followed the first big one. It felt good when Ryan's big boner slid tightly right back up my ass too. Grunting from the effort Ryan fucked me rabbit-fast until shooting his creamy load inside me. I was dizzy, overcome with a gazillion fabulous sensations and now, five minutes later, like I said we're laying on the floor. When our breathing's back to normal, Ryan's again pointing at my cum on the floor but this time he smacks my ass, saying, "Clean that up, boy!" Maybe it's my imagination but it feels like my prostate gland's vibrating again. Struggling to my feet I get a wet washcloth; then, experiencing leftover submissiveness I'm back on my hands and knees wiping up the cum with Ryan behind me giggling and cleaning his cum from my happy ass. Awesome recreational sex! Less then ten minutes later we're asleep together in my bed, both of us very sexually satisfied. My last conscious thought before drifting off to sleep was: Ryan's fucking just gets better and better.
As usual he isn't in bed when I wake-up Friday morning. Somehow he manages to get up during the night and pad quietly down the secret staircase to his bed while I sleep. Waking up with someone in bed with me is one of my favorite things. I don't have that, but at least he's usually in bed with me when I go to sleep. Robby and me sleeping together the past two years at Merrimack has me hooked on sleeping with a sexy guy. As a matter of fact, sleeping with Robby every single night, like forever, will be one of the best aspects about our married life. As I lay here in bed, eleven hundred and seventy miles from home, I'm wondering what Robby's doing right this second. I know he's not sleeping with anyone because there's no secret staircase in his house.
Feeling especially frisky this morning, I jump out of bed and pull on boxer shorts, then pad quietly down the steps. Huh, Ryan's still in bed sleeping. Wait, he must sense I'm here because one eye pops opens. He grins and throws the covers off. Still naked from last night's sexual activities, he picks up his limp dick and wiggles it at me. My turn to grin. Going over to his bed, I hop up on it, get between his legs and go down on his cock knowing full well it was up my ass doing a fantastic job of fucking me eight hours ago. I slurp on his big penis noisily, the way Timmy sucks-off Brad. Lappi ng at Ryan's cock, slurping on it, sucking it like a lollipop then licking his nuts and stoking his eight inch penis gets it very hard, very fast. He pulls his legs back so I hold his boner in my fist and rim his ass lapping at it and then getting my tongue inside his asshole. Ryan's been squirming on the bed groaning and fidgeting and seeing how aroused he is gets me equally aroused. Thirty seconds of rimming, then I'm back to slurping on his cock as I push my finger up his ass and rub his prostate... a little payback for him recently milking my nuts. Ryan can't resist all the wonderful sensations coming from his body. He offers no resistance, only quiet moans, "Ummm, oooh, feels so good." I've got him now. He knows he's going to cum, but like he said, it feels so good he can't do anything about it. His approaching orgasm has captivated him and it's too late for him to push my head away. He should have done that after thirty seconds of me rimming his ass. The combination of me stimulating his highly sensitive prostate gland with my finger, plus sucking on the head of his cock with it's millions of nerve endings has created too much pleasure for him to resist. All he can do is quietly moan and squirm on the bed with his brain overloaded with sexual pleasure sensations. His body will do the rest on it's own... it's called climax. I know how he feels, and it is irresistible.
Ryan's panting and moaning, his body constantly moving on the mattress with his ass coming off the bed spastically every few seconds. It's kinda funny seeing him helplessly aroused like this and it gives me a glimpse at how it feels dominating a sex partner. Constant stimulation for two more minutes
until his body tightens up with him groaning, then murmuring, "Aaah, ooh fuck, I'm gonna cum." My finger goes back and forth in his ass sliding over his prostate steadily. A fast finger-fucking while taking his hard boner from my mouth to tightly and rapidly stroke it... and it's blast-off time. Ryan's hips hump desperately as I stare fascinated at the way the head of his cock swells, the pee slit's gaping open and quivering. Ryan's head goes back as he gasps noisily, then, "Aaaah," with cum streaming from his nuts flying up his eight inch boner going straight up in the air. I'm shaking his boner making the stream squiggly and then it seems to stop in midair for a second before dropping right back down to land wetly, "Splat," landing mostly on me. Ryan humps out another shorter stream of creamy cum and wow, orgasms are so cool! He's breathing hard as I keep stimulating his prostate with drools of cum running down the fingers of my fist. Ryan's humping his hips at phantom climaxes making me grin. Of course my cock is a steel rod by now and my balls feel very heavy, the opposite of Ryan limply laying there gasping at the fast fading buzzing sensations from his orgasm. He goes, "Wha... ?" as I turn his limp body over and the head of my steel cock hits his asshole. Going up on my knees a little, then leaning forward my boner slides tightly up his ass. We're docked together with him squirming under me, grunting, "Ow, ow, ooh, umm."
Whoa, this feels good. Taking a deep breath I get a hand on either side of him and start moving my hips smoothly, hearing the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," sound of males fucking, and it's music to my ear with sensations flying off my hard penis bombarding me with intense waves of sexual pleasure until everything's blurry. My hands go to his hips and lift, pulling
his ass up a little, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," and again I sense the inherent dominance associated with topping, and it makes me fuck him harder. Ryan's moaning unable to resist the pleasures of being fucked up the ass and probably recalling his submissive bottom-days. The super sensitized head of my boned-up penis feels so good I could scream. Oh fuck, this is awesome, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," and faster now with Ryan moaning and pushing his ass up for more, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of our bodies colliding with my orgasm building and building and now it's coming on me fast. Milking Ryan's balls got me sexual hot and now this three minute fuck has me ready to blow my load. It feels so good I get reckless and wild with my thrusting. Ryan's groaning and wildly humping his ass up at my desperate thrusts. Then my head goes back and my crotch is against his buttocks humping and pouring cum inside him. The sensations all around my groin approach painful levels but stay on this side of intense pleasure, then more humping against his ass with my eyes tightly closed as more cum flies from my sloppy and slippery cock.
Seconds filled with intense pleasure sensations, then I flop down on him, my chest on his back as I'm still humping against his butt cheeks with the last sizzling drools of cum making the six inch trip up and out of my boner. Ryan's flat on his stomach, almost lifeless as I feebly hump my softening cock in his ass squeezing my muscles around my groin greedily wanting to feel more of that delicious sense of orgasm. I'm not even getting drools of cum sliding out now, so I'm done. My heart's hammering fast and my breathing comes in bursts. The after affects of my orgasm swirl around my groin making me squirm on Ryan's back moaning and then we're both just limply laying here. It feels like cum is all around us. I know Ryan's orgasm dropped down mostly on me because I held his big boner straight up. Ha, I guess I shouldn't be surprised it came straight down after it's short trip up.
When my body's vital signs are somewhat normal I hump my cock in his ass a few times more, just because I can, then pull it out and lay over on my back next to Ryan. He turns his face towards me, asking, "This isn't the way we usually do it, is it?" I go, "Ta tell ya the truth, I think it got a little mixed-up somewhere along the line." He chuckles, then asks, "You know what?" I shake me head, looking at him, "No, what?" He says, "When you were doing to me everything I do to you, I loved it! I was thinking that if even one of my dominant sex partners had been nice, just one, I'd probably never feel the need to rebel against being a submissive bottom." I go, "Oh, you want me to dominate your ass, huh?" He goes, "NO! You're my submissive fuck-boy, but I'm just saying it was nice feeling your cock up my ass and if I'd come across someone as nice as you, who was dominant, I'd still be a contented submissive bottom instead of raging against the idea like I do now. Thanks to your help I'm over that phrase of my sex life." Going up on my elbow, looking down at the side of his face, I go, "I wouldn't want to be a dominant sex partner to anyone. Too much trouble. Plus it's not my nature, but I like topping, and while I was milking your balls and fucking you I felt a bit dominant. That was cool." Ryan says, "Yeah? Well, you know of course that you're getting a spanking for not asking my permission to fuck my ass." I shrug, "Mmmm, I like the sound of that." He reaches over and pats my ass, mumbling, "There, that's your spanking." I'm curious, "How'd it feel, and I'm not looking for compliments. I just want to know if you enjoyed getting fucked up the bum after these past few months without it?" He says, "Sure I did. I've been fucked up the ass probably fifty times more than I've fucked you, and you're the only person I've ever fucked so I'm very familiar with getting fucked, and you did great." I go, "I'm the only person you've fucked except for that kid in prep school." He turns over on his back, mumbling, "So you say. I don't remember fucking a kid in prep school. Anyway, now ya better get up there and take a shower. We gotta hurry or we'll be late for work, but that was awesome, Danny."
The shower feels great but I can't stay under it as long as I'd like. Quickly getting dressed I'm thinking about the hot sex Ryan and I are having this summer, and at the same time I'm missing Robby's and my indescribably delicious lovers sex. I'm missing everything about Robby, and then Chubby's face pops into my brain and I feel like crying for a second I'm missing him so much. I'm wiping my eyes, and as I'm going down the steps I meet Ryan coming up. He reverses directions and we go down to the first floor and out through the kitchen to the car. He gives me the keys, saying, "You drive. I'm
still savoring our sex this morning. The first time you ever fucked me!" I go, That can't be," and we discuss that with Ryan concluding, "You should do that more often." I'm like, "Really? You liked it?" He nods, "Yep, although it does interfere with me being dominant." I go, "I'm glad you brought that up, boss. Lately I'm not getting much of a charge out of your non-sex bossiness." He's like, "What? That's the whole point of my plan. Me being dominant so you don't have the urge to seek it from anyone else." After blowing the horn at a woman who cut me off, then giving her the finger when she shouts something at me, I tell Ryan, "I've been telling you since before we left Merrimack that I don't have the urge to be dominated all the time like you think. That's in your head, not mine. The truth is very simple, I enjoy sub/dom sex, especially the way you do it, but after the sex you need to dial down the bossiness 'cause it's starting to get on my nerves." He's confused, "But you've been doing what I tell you. I assumed you enjoyed it." I'm like, "I do what you say because I want to help build-up your confidence and your self image, especially around your parents. You're trying to help me with something I don't need help with at the same time I'm trying to help you with something you do need help with." I may have said that with more emphasis than necessary, but when I met Ryan on the stairs I'd just been thinking about Robby and Chubby and then Ryan brings up the dominant stuff and it pissed me off a little. Neither Robby nor Chubby would approve of Ryan bossing me around so I snapped at him a little.
Anyway, Ryan's quiet the rest of the ride to work, probably trying to make sense of what I said. I didn't mean to blurt it out so bluntly, but maybe it's best to get things out in the open. As I'm parking, he says, "Okay, you might be right, Danny/Dylan, but you might be fooling yourself too." I grin, "It's Dylan, but Danny temporarily to accommodate your dear mother's quirky thing about names." He mumbles, "Yeah, the name thing is stupid, but please keep doing it so she doesn't get all flabbergasted or something. I think you won her over anyway, but as 'Daniel'." We get out of the car a half hour early for work and as we're walking towards the back entrance, he says, "Well I gotta say that everything you've been doing since we got here has had a positive impact on me, so you're accomplishing your goal and I thank you sincerely for that. As for my objective this summer, are you saying you don't want me being in-charge except during sex?" I'm like, "I may have come on too strong. Let me clarify that. It's like when it's just you and me doing something together, like opening the secret staircase, you need to drop the bossiness. We're friends working on something together doing something like that. When we're with others you can be reasonably bossy because that's part of my effort to get you feeling comfortable around others." We go inside with Ryan muttering, "I feel comfortable around others." I go, "No, you don't. Not yet, but you're making good progress." He shrugs, "If you says so, but I still think you're also benefiting from me being in charge, so I'll need to think about that. And I mean for your benefit, not mine."
I've said my piece and there's no sense arguing about it further. Actually I kinda like his bossiness when he doesn't get carried away with it. The idea of having a sexy little boss like Ryan has it's moments, and I really like him so I'll give him some slack. In the lunch room we find Dog at our table with a steaming cup of tea in front of him. I go, "Hey, girlie-dog, how's your tea?" and he grins, "Ah, my sorry mothafuckan gay friend and my mothafuckan gay boss. How you gay boys doing this fine Friday morning?" I bump
fist with him, muttering, "It's all good, mothafucka, good to see you, dude. Cool shirt!" Dog's wearing a t-shirt that reads... 'BLACK, by popular demand'. I go, "It's cool, but I don't believe that t-shirt's exactly what either Lockheed or Martin has in mind for a work uniform." Dog holds up his Lockheed-Martin work shirt, "I got it right here, mothafucka." Grinning at him, I put my fingers in his hair. He smirks at me but doesn't protest or move his head. Today he has his hair parted in the middle and it's long enough that it's covering his ears. He smiles, "I'm thinking about a hairstyle that'd look tough on me, bro. Maybe when I think of what that might be I'll let you give me a mothafuckan haircut." I mumble, "And maybe I'll agree to do it, mothafucka." He grins nodding his head and chuckling as I go over to make a cup of coffee. Damn, I wish he was gay! Da'george is sexy hot and so good looking he makes my dick feel good. It's sexy working side by side with him all day.
Ryan and I get coffees and sit with Dog telling him about our golf lesson yesterday and then Sam joins us, asking, "You guys play golf?" and we fill him in until we're interrupted by Josh Day who wiggles his index finger at Ryan indicating he wants Ryan to come to him. As Ryan goes over to Josh I tell Dog and Sam, "I'll bet Josh is going to say Aaron's out sick again." Not a second later Ryan calls over, "Sammy, work with Danny and Dog again today," then he goes off with Josh, probably to fire Aaron's ass. I don't find out until lunch break that Aaron was indeed fired and Ryan's left a message for Bill Stark to call him back. Later, Ryan and I are just getting in the lunch line as Dog and Sammy are carrying their trays to an empty table for four. While choosing a plate of fried chicken and French fries, I say, "Albert, you're gonna be 'the man' at Bible study for getting Bill a job so quickly." he goes, "Yeah, I'll finally almost be one of the boys, huh?" I go, "It'll probably develop into more than just being 'in' with the Bible study guys. You know, Bill will tell his friends and it'll spread that this Albert Wilcox is a cool dude." Ryan says, "It's hard to believe how fast it's happening. How'd the fuck did you do it?" I mumble, "We did it together."
Carrying our trays to the table where Dog and Sam are sitting, Ryan goes, "And we've got that party Saturday night too, and before that baseball tryouts tomorrow. Believe me, it was never anything like this for me before you showed up." I'm like, "Ya know, I'm not clear about that party. Did Brad say come to a party at his house, or party with them? Two different things." Ryan goes, "I was in shock at the time so I can't help ya there. Either way we're hooking up with those two and I'm nervous about it, but looking forward to it at the same time." Dog asks, "Nervous about what?" We sit down and Ryan, not wanting to admit he's nervous about going to a party, says, "Oh, um, firing Aaron," and he tells us how that went. "Mostly Aaron was trying to quit at the same time I was telling him we no longer require his services." Sammy says, "Good," and we all look at him, but he has nothing else to add as he goes back to spooning pea soup into his mouth. The three of us grin because that's Sammy for ya. He voiced his opinion succinctly. The boy doesn't have a lot to say.
The afternoon goes the way it did most of the week, routinely, and then the horn sounds ending my first week of work at Lockheed-Martin. I couldn't have hoped for a much better first week, plus I earned $575.00. They don't deduct taxes or anything because we're part time help considered by the company to be individual contractors. Saves them the paperwork although they'll file a 1099-MISC form with the IRS, so if we do make enough money this year
we'd need to pay income taxes, which we won't in both cases. In other words the money is all mine because this summer's paychecks are the only ones I'll receive this year. So I'm making about a $135 a week more than I'd make working for Robby. I'm not gonna mention that to anyone back home though.
After work I'm having a cigarette in the parking lot waiting for Ryan to finish up. He's catching up on his job responsibilities which got backed-up when he was working two hours helping Sammy, Dog, and me do the work of four people. Dog's coming out of the building, so I yell, "Dude, you going to baseball try-outs tomorrow?" He shouts, "Maybe, mothafucka, and maybe I'll get a haircut from you too." He's smiling, but I think the 'maybe' actually means 'no' in both cases. That's okay, he has his group of friends while Ryan and I are trying to find ours. Then Sammy walks over hemming and hawing, "Um, ahh, it's the weekend, Danny." I nod, grinning, "Yep," and he goes, "Oh, huh, first week, huh?" He rubs his nose, "Good paycheck, huh?" I go, "I'll say! What'll you spend it on?" He goes, "I don't know. Oh, maybe I'll pay off one of the months past-due rent for mom. That's $480.00, but I'll ask mom and my brothers. Um, I was wondering, I mean, my brother, Sly, was asking me this morning, Golden too, ah... you know those haircuts?" I go, "Yeah? They want haircuts, huh?" Sammy's persistent alright. He looks down, muttering, "Um, yeah. Free haircuts is actually what I think they said." It's hard not to laugh, but poor Sam's struggling with this so I say, "Hold on a second," and text Ryan about using his empty garage bay, the fourth one, to give Sam's brothers haircuts tomorrow morning.
Waiting for a reply from Ryan, I'm like, "Would tomorrow morning be okay for haircuts? That's assuming it's alright with Albert. It's his house." Sammy nods his head, "I don't know. Oh, uh huh, that'd be okay I guess." For something to say, "Dude, you looks good with that flat top haircut!" He feels his hair, frowning, mumbling, "Golden said so too." Yeah, I'll definitely give his brothers haircuts. It'll be fun and my good deed for the week. Ryan texts back that of course I can use the garage, but tomorrow morning we also need to cut the front lawn before baseball try-outs. So, I tell Sammy we're good to go tomorrow, then asks, "Can you tell them where I live?" He nods his head, "Yeah I can, but I'll drive them anyway. I should be there too, don't ya think? Ya know, 'cause I don't want any of them peeing their pants 'cause they don't know you." Then he asks, 'What time?" I go, "How's nine o'clock sound?" He nods his head, "Okay, I'll tell them, but Golden likes to sleep late Saturday mornings," and I chuckle, then say, "Well, he'll need to get up this Saturday morning." Sammy frowns again, looking down, as I go, "Um, I'm curious, why would your brothers pee their pants just because they don't know me?" He shrugs, "Um, I don't know," and he walks to his car giving me a wave, then he's gone. Ha ha, he acted just as blasé the other day when I told him I was too busy to do his brother's haircut, and then just as blasé now when I said I would do them. Same response: he goes, 'okay' when I say 'no' and 'okay' when I say 'yes'. Yeah, but after I said 'no' originally he persisted like a bull dog until he got the 'yes', so good for him.
I'm still leaning against the Mini waiting for Ryan ten minutes after finishing my cigarette. It's hot out here so I go back inside, sign in again, and saunter back to our section looking for Ryan. He's still at his computer working. "Anything I can do to help, Albert?" He shakes his head, then says, "Wait, yes there is," and hands me a sheet. "Could you verify these items are on the shelves where they're suppose to be?" I go, "Sure," and spend twenty minutes doing that while thinking I'll be glad when we have a full crew again. We finish up at five-twenty and as we're walking out Ryan's thanking me for the help, then he adds, "Oh, I got a text from mother reminding me she and dad have a cocktail party to go to tonight, so no dinner. She left fifty dollars on the kitchen table for our dinner. Wanna go to Applebees? It's in town." I shrug, "Sure, whatever," and after cleaning-up at the house that's what we do
I'm not a big fan of Applebees, but they don't fuck-up my cheeseburger too badly. It's cooked to order so in that regard it was better than ones from fast food joints. For dessert Ryan drives us to the old- fashion home-made ice cream shop his mom got the ice cream for the first dessert I had here last Saturday night. That seems like longer then a week ago, but during that week I've become fairly comfortable here, or sort of comfortable. It helps a lot that Ryan and I are having exceptional sex together. With that in mind, we go back to his house after dinner knowing his parents are out. Inside we get undressed in Ryan's bedroom. He's going to fuck me in his bed like I wanted. With Ryan's sexually stimulating scent more prevalent in his bed
than usual, our sex magically turns into a long sexy fuck that's basically
lovers sex. It never approaches sub/dom sex except Ryan's totally in-charge. With me on my back holding my legs back, my knees against my chest, Ryan does long, slow smooth thrusts of his hard eight inch sex organ moving only his hips. He's leaning between my legs making-out with me as he fucks me, and it's fantastic. It's really, really hot resulting in an explosive climax that has me shaking and moaning with waves of sexual pleasure pouring over me. Robby's the only one other than Ryan I've had these kinds of huge climaxes with, and this came close to matching some of Robby's and my best. After his climax, he smacks my ass hard, "SMACK! SMACK!" saying, "That's the ass I love to fuck." Then, with me rubbing my butt cheek, we lay in his bed naked, both a little sweaty after the twenty minute fuck. Ryan's holding the side of my face against his chest, slowing rubbing his fingers through my hair while telling me how important I've been in his life, especially this past week and how he'll never love anyone as much as he loves me. It's nice that Ryan loves me so much, but disconcerting at the same time because I feel like an imposture playing the part of Ryan's lover. It'd be cruel though to emphatically tell him I'm never going to be in love with him as long as I'm in love with Robby, and that's unlikely to change. So, I just listen and say nothing which probably gives him a false impression, but I can't make myself ruin this time for him.
After a while, he murmurs, "I know you're being quiet because you don't feel about me the way I feel about you, but you can't be positive you won't change your mind." I should at least tell him, 'I'm not going to change my mind', but I can't make myself say it. Maybe I like being loved like this. I don't know, but I prefer thinking the reason I'm not saying anything is in consideration for his feelings. We lay in bed for over an hour and it's cozy, plus I never get tired of feeling his body or smelling his sexy scent, especially while listening to how awesome I am. Finally around eight-thirty, completely out of the blue, he abruptly sits up, and says, "Let's go to the mall. There's a Lens Crafters there and you can help me pick-out new glasses." I go, "Great idea, Albert, although I'll miss these little round eyeglasses of your's," and I pick his glasses up off the bed stand to put them on. He laughs as we get up so I can see myself in the mirror. Ryan stands next to me with his arm around the back of my waist sort of squeezing me against him as I look at the reflection of myself wearing his little round glasses. It's a distorted reflection somewhat because I don't need glasses, but from what I can see I look like a nerd. Yep, it's time for an eyeglass make-over for Ryan. He takes the glasses off me, saying, "Give me a kiss," so I kiss his lips and get another smack on my butt, "Smack!" "Give me a real kiss," so I rest my arms on his shoulders and lean in to give him a wet fifteen second kiss. Rubbing my head afterwards, he says, "That's the way I want my boyfriend giving me kisses." Then he reaches around smacks my bare ass again, "Time to get dressed." Ryan's determined to make me fall in love
with him and I guess he thinks our random kisses on the lips is a start. I've told him those kind of kisses are meant for lovers, not side-sex buddies, but like Sammy, Ryan's a bull dog, very persistent and not easily discouraged!
We throw some clothes on and Ryan drives us to the mall never once exceeding the speed limit. After parking he takes my hand, saying, "Come on, Danny, walk close to me. We're boyfriends here in Georgia." See what I mean about persistent? It makes me chuckle, but Ryan usually gets his way with me in the end. Inside he rubs my head for the tenth time today, grinning at me, mumbling, "That's my boy," as I roll my eyes. There are lots of young teenagers in the mall on a Friday night. They're stalking around in groups trying to look cool and have fun. Groups of girls are looking for guys and vice versus with very few hook-ups due to the lack of confidence, mostly on the boys part. I glance at them marveling that not too long ago I was one of them. Teens are mostly followers so I'm not surprised to see quite a few of the boys with the newest hair style fad: very short hair on the sides and back of their heads with longer hair just on top. It looks stupid and cool at the same time. Do I wish I were fifteen again? You bet I do, but I'd like to retain what I know now of course. That's not an original thought obviously. Some of the young dudes look cute to me now, but I'd have thought differently at fifteen. Mrs. W. is right though, youth rules! Inside Lens Crafters there's about a million choices for frames, some so similar I can't tell the difference unless I look at the price tag. Name brands like Brooks Brothers, Burberry, Ralph Lauren and others are two to three times the cost of almost identical no-name brands.
Ryan wants frames for his new glasses, not wire rims like he's had for so long. He tries on ten or twelve pairs with plastic frames of different colors and shapes, but none of them 'wows' us. I finally ask, "Why not try contacts?" He makes a face, "I don't know. I've never tried them because the thought of putting something in my eyes makes me squeamish." I go, "Try 'em, what have to got to lose!" After an eye exam and twenty minutes of instruction Ryan walks out of Lens Crafters sans glasses for the first time since he was ten years old. He's wearing almost invisible contact lenses instead. The ones he bought can stay on his eyes for a couple of days before cleaning them, then he throws them away after a week or two and puts in new ones. He can wear them for two or three days straight through, sleeping with them too. He's thrilled, "They changed my prescription and now everything looks so much sharper!" Then he gives me a one arm hug, saying, "My boyfriend looks even cuter to me now." It's nice that he's feeling so good about everything. Then, still fixated on his contacts, "These things are comfortable too. I don't even feel them on my eyes." I go, "Yeah, I thought there'd be a period of adjustment before you got used to them," and he says, "There usually is according to the optometrist. He said he's never had a patient take to contacts as easily as I did. Can you see them on my eyes?" I look at the side of his eye and see the lens moving around on his eyeball making me feel a little squeamish now. "Um, yeah I see it. You don't feel that thing?" He goes, "Nope, this was another great idea of your's, Danny. Thanks, boyfriend!" Again with the 'boyfriend'... oh brother.
As we walk I'm staring at him because I hardly ever see him without his glasses except in bed. He looks good too. I go, "Your eyes look bluer," and he says, "Ha ha, I know. The lenses are tinted blue. Am I sexy yet?" I go, "You've always been sexy to me, but your eyes will definitely attract attention if that's what you mean." He nods, smirking, and I go, "You wouldn't be interested in attracting a certain Timmy Dulson's attention by any chance?" He laughs, "Don't be silly, you're my boyfriend, but if some side-sex did develop between Tim and me, it'd be okay with you, right?" Huh, I get a twinge of jealousy because less than an hour ago Ryan was telling me how awesome I am and how much he loves me. Then I realize I haven't replied to his question when he looks at me, asking, "Will it bother you?" I shrug, "Oh, no, of course not! Good luck with him, but he seems glued to Brad." Huh, Ryan's rule about no side-sex for me doesn't apparently apply to him. In the parking lot walking to the Mini, Ryan says, "I've never had side-sex, not unless it counts when I was Robby's boyfriend and had you as a side-sex buddy." I mumble, "Whatever..." and he adds, "Don't pout, you're definitely my number one boyfriend, but it'd be fun to have sex with another cute guy, and Tim qualifies for that, fer sure." I mutter, "He's girly," and Ryan laughs, "You are jealous! He probably won't be interested in me anyway, so don't get jealous," and he rubs my head, adding, "On second thought, you can be jealous. I'd like that."
During the ride home, Ryan asks, "I was wondering if you have any interested in Brad at all. Like maybe we could go for a four-way." I'm like, "Fer chrissakes, Albert, a little while ago you were nervous about partying with them and now you're talking about an orgy." He says, "It's my new look. This tough looking haircut you gave me plus my contacts gives me renewed confidence. Also the way everything is running so smoothly at work, and that kid who wants me to be their team's center fielder. Ya know, I'm beginning to think I've turned the corner and put the old nerdy me in the past." I go, "You were never nerdy, you just let others pin that tag on you." He parks the Mini, saying, "And now I'm not letting anyone pin that tag on me. You helped me think this way." Walking to the house I put my arm across his shoulders, "Yeah, I'm happy for you, Albert. I really am." Putting his arm around my waist, he squeezes, saying, "I'm gonna fuck you hard again right now to prove to you you're my number one!" Oh goodie, I'm Ryan's number one! Well, actually I am glad of that being here in the peach state and sorta dependent on him.
We don't know when to expect his parents so we go to my room on the third floor where Ryan does fuck me hard. I'm on my stomach and it's an uber hot fuck even though my climax gets no further than my stomach and chest. After we both had orgasms Ryan continued pumping my ass a good three or four minutes, then after laying in bed together talking about the weeks events he fucked me again saying he can't get enough of my sweet ass. We can't come up with much of a follow-up orgasm, but Ryan's finally satisfied as he smacks my ass chuckling and mumbling, "That's an awesome pussy right there, and it's on my boyfriend." He's always been very generous with compliments for me, and I blame myself for the 'pussy' reference because I stupidly told him that's what Willie calls my ass. Without cleaning up after our climaxes we go to sleep together. Ryan wakes me before dawn pulling behind my neck getting me to go under the covers sucking a boner on his dick again, then he fucks me. This time I'm in a kind of ball with my arms around my knees, my thighs against my chest with my face squished in my pillow and my ass up. Ryan's on his knees behind me hammering his boner up my ass. It's a longer fuck than the earlier ones, not surprising considering it's our third or fourth climax since leaving work last night. I've lost count, but oh man, the sex we're having is perfect! Ryan's made good on his promise finally.
I wake up alone in bed Saturday morning with something I haven't had since one time during our trip down here: a sore ass. Sore rectum and anus to be specific. Walking into the bathroom in a weird way I'm trying not to move my ass at all. After a long hot shower my ass feels a little better, but it is sore. Not so sore it's a problem, but sore enough I could skip getting fucked this morning without being upset in the least. Dressed in shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers I check my watch and see it's eight-forty. I woke up early because in the back of my mind I'm thinking about Sam and his brothers coming over at nine o'clock for haircuts. Why the fuck I said nine o'clock I can't for the life of me imagine. Anyway, I creep down the secret stairs and see Ryan's still sleeping so I go on down to the first floor and continue on down to the basement to get my barber tools. After taking the stuff to the garage, I'm back in the kitchen. No one's up yet so I make a cup of coffee, then drink it outside smoking a cigarette. As I finish my smoke Sammy drives up in an old Subaru van with a dent in the right fender.
There's three young boys in the car with Sammy and the youngest one definitely has an African-American daddy. Sammy gets out frowning at me, "Are we too early?" I smile, asking, "Why ya frowning, Sammy?" Sam frowns harder, mumbling, "I don't know." I chuckle, "Never mind, it's nice to see you, and no, you're not too early." Walking over to the van I stick my hand in the open back window, saying, "Hi, I'm Danny," and the young African American kid, slaps my fist, saying, "Yo, 'sup? I'm Sly Workman." The very white, older kid in the back seat gets out, sullenly saying, "I'm Golden and this good looking bad-boy getting out of the shotgun seat is my bro, Major." Pointing casually at Sam, Golden asks, "You gave my bro that flattop?" I nod, "Yep," and Sam mumbles, "Told ya, Golden." I know the brothers are ages 8, 13, and 17 because Sammy told me yesterday. Golden is obviously the seventeen year old. He goes, "Haircuts are free, right?" I nod my head again, "Yep, as a favor to my man, Sammy." Little brown Sly gets out asking, "You as good as my barber granddaddy before he died?" I shrug, "Ask Sammy." Sly has a huge Afro of soft-looking silky dark hair that flows this way and that when he does sudden movements. Sam says, "Yeah, Danny's good. Much better than mean old granddaddy." Major snickers, "Mean 'ol sumofabitch." Golden says to me, "Give Major a haircut first. I wanna see how it turns out. If you do okay I want the same haircut." I go, "Let me guess. Shaved sides and back, long hair on top." Major asks, "Did Sam tell ya?" I go, "Nah, just a guess. Come in the garage, um, nobody's up in the house yet."
Major comes right with me while the others hang back. He quietly asks, "You gay? Sammy says you're gay." I go, "Sammy's right, but you're way too young for my taste, so relax." He says, "No shit, dude, I am relaxed. Um, can I tell you something?" I shrug, fearing I know what he's going to tell me, and I do not want to get involved. He whispers, "I might be gay too, or whaddaya call it, 'bi'." Inside the garage, the fourth bay is empty so that's where I set up my barber stuff. This is by far the cleanest garage I've ever
been in. The barber stool is at the back in front of a long table that basically has no reason to be in a garage in the first place, but it's handy for my use. I say to Major, "You're young so you've got plenty of time to figure things out. Also, thirteen is a tough and confusing age for boys whether they're gay, straight, or bi." He goes, "Can I talk to you about it some time?" I go, "I'm not qualified or authorized to discuss you're sexuality because you're a minor, Major." Ha ha... minor/major. I add, "I could get in trouble if your mother or brothers misunderstood my intentions." He smells the back of his hand like I do at times. I guess he's thinking about that.
Obviously they'll be no shampooing. I'd need to use a garden hose and that's a long way from a salon treatment, so I'm skipping that part. Also I'm not asking the boys to take their shirts off. Not after needing to explain the reason for it to Sammy for five minutes before he reluctantly took his off. And me being gay has something to do with that too. The clippers and guides are on the table plugged into the outlet under the table. With all the overhead lights on it's bright enough for photography in here, so the light's more than fine for haircutting. Major's standing next to the stool, telling me, "I watch gay sex videos and I want to do what some of those boys do, but I wonder if there's something they're not telling me." He looks at me, "You know, shit's up there where he sticks his pecker in, so how's that work? You could explain it to me." I go, "Why not talk to Golden about it?" He snorts, "Fuck, are you crazy? I'd be embarrassed." I say, "Being gay is nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about, Major, but I can't talk to you about it." He gives me a dirty look, and I say, "I'm very sorry, really, but I just can't. Now, how 'bout hopping up on the stool." He does that as I tell him, "Ya know, Major, you can Google to find out answers to your questions. I'd be out of line talking to you about your sexuality without the permission of someone eighteen or older who's related to you." He says, "Oh, I kinda see what you mean. Because you're gay, right?" I go, "Yes, partly, and because you're a minor and I'm legally an adult. Google stuff, although it'd be better if you could confide in someone who loves you. Golden would be my choice if I were you."
Major mumbles, "Maybe I'll tell him next year." Trying to get off that topic, I ask, "Can you describe exactly how you want your haircut to look when I'm finished with it." He pulls a picture from his pocket and hands it to me. It's a picture of eight teenage boys sitting in a semi-circle posing for the picture. They all have recent, mostly short, haircuts and their faces scream 'youth'. Major points at one of the boys, saying, "Like that boy's haircut." The caption for the picture reads, 'X Factor... UK's new boy band'. Huh! I never heard of a boy band with eight boys. Anyway, the haircut the boy in the picture has is the one I guessed they'd want. Longish hair on top of his head with very short hair, almost shaved on the sides and back. It's a relatively new hair style I've been aware of for a year or so now. There are many variations of this hair style. Most do not have shaved sides and back of the head, although some barbers do use the trimmer blade which is as close to shaving as a clipper can manage. Most of the haircuts for this style have very short hair, but not as extreme as shaved. I have a second-hand professional Oster 76 clipper that uses specific blades. The #1A blade leave 1/8th inch hair, #1 blade leaves 3/32 of a inch hair after the cut, or I could use #2 blade which leaves the hair 1/4 inch long. That's the blade Ryan uses on top of my head and he uses the #1A on the sides and back which I feel is too severe for these boys. It's too severe for me too, but that's another story.
Major sits there on the stool with me still looking at the picture as the other three brothers come into the garage. Sam asks, "Is it okay if we watch?" I hate someone watching me cut hair, but occasionally it's unavoidable. I go, "Of course, Sammy," then look at the oldest, asking, "Golden, is this the haircut you're referring to?" and point to the boy in the picture. He says, "Yeah, that's it," and I go, "You want the sides that short? It's almost shaved." He says, "As close as you can cut it, and the same for Major." Fuck that. Instead I'll use the 1/8th inch blade. If they both insist I can always redo it shorter. None of these brothers look like Sam, although Major and Golden obviously have the same father. Little Sly is easily the cutest brother of the ones I've seen, but his facial features aren't like his brothers. Maybe the three missing brothers look like Sam or Sly or each other. Jeez, I gotta wonder how many different fathers were involved with their mother? Anyway, both Major and Golden have blond hair and lots of it. Both boys are very slim with brown eyes and normal facial features that could be cute except, like happens too often, their noses fuck that up. Very thin, longish noses and it's a damn shame. They'd be kinda 'hot' with good noses to go with the rest of their facial features.
Well, I've got my instructions, which I'm partly ignoring as I put of a #1A, 1/8th inch blade on the clippers and turn it on. To me the sound of barber clippers is sexy and that's obviously because of my dumb fetish. I run the clippers against Major's scalp up the side of his head from the sideburn to where his skull begins curving and a large pile of blond hair hits the back of my hand on it's way to the floor. No one gasps or screams. Major sits here calmly and the other three watch silently standing around me, all within three feet of me. It takes only four runs up the side of Major's head to remove the hair on that side. Turning off the clippers, I hand Major a hand-held mirror asking him, "Is that what you had in mind, Major?" then he's like, "Whaddaya think, Golden?" They're both feeling the barbered side of Major's head with their fingers, and Major says, "I don't know. Is this short enough, Goldie?" Golden's not sure either, so he goes, "What do you think, mister barber?" I say, "It's plenty short enough." He nods his head as Sly says, "I want that haircut too," and Sam puts his arms over Sly's shoulders pulling Sly back against him, saying, "Okay, little Sly, wait your turn." Sly says, "I wanna be next,"and Sam patiently says, "Golden's next, then you."
After I've removed all the hair off the sides and back of Major's head I outline with the trimmers around his ears highlighting the 1/8th inch hair left by the clippers. Now there's just a nine or ten inch mop of blond wavy hair on top of his head like a circus clown might have for shits and giggles. Golden comes over putting his fingers in the hairs above Major's forehead about three inches, saying, "Leave about this much. What's below my fingers." These boys aren't exactly pushy or rude. They're matter of fact and no nonsense. They're not friendly or unfriendly and I guess that's okay because I'm just their barber. Nowadays it's mostly chain barber shops with a half dozen barbers in each location and you get a different one every time you go for a haircut, so who could get friendly with their changing barbers? Of course, I'm used to interacting much more with most of the guys I give haircuts to because most of them are my friends. Maybe I'll see these guys once more, at the most, the whole rest of my life. Still, it's fun giving them haircuts. I use the barber scissors to cut the hair on top of Major's head and there's a lot of it. Thick hair that gets more wavy the shorter it gets. Without mentioning it, I cut it a little shorter than Golden wanted because it'll look better. And then Golden likes it when I've finished. He brazenly picks up the hair mousse I have with my barber equipment and uses some to style his brother's hair giving him a 'just got out of bed' look. It's pretty cool when he's done. Major's grinning at his reflection in the mirror, then says, "Yeah, you did it good." Sam says, "Thank Danny, Major!" and Major holds his fist out, "Thank you," and we bump fist as I mumble, "No problem, dude."
Golden watches Sam and Major trying to brush cut hairs off major's shirt, then he takes his shirt off and hands it to Sly, mumbling, "Fuck that." He asks me the obvious question, "Don'cha got a barber cape to put on me?" I go, "Nope, sorry." He shrugs, then sits down, saying, "You're a good barber, dude. What's your name again, sorry I forgot it." I say, "Danny," then ask, "Same haircut as your brother?" He says, "Exactly like that," and that's what I do. With his shirt off it's apparent Golden needs a bath, but his mild BO's not offensive to me. I can see his ribs though, so he slips into the
'skinny boy' category where I still think Major qualifies as slim. Golden has the identical blond hair his brother has, so his haircut turns out to be identical too except there's a one inch scar on the back of Golden's head that's like an imperfection in my perfect haircut. I mention it and he says, "Oh fuck yeah, Danny. Some asshole hit me with a pipe splitting my scalp open, but I didn't know it left a scar. I never knew who did it, or why." I mumble, "That sucks," and that's our entire dialogue during his haircut. When I'm done his haircut it's like, oh man, I've never seen this much hair on the floor... ever. Golden likes his haircut and mousses his hair like he did with Major's. With their hair off their ears I see they both have the same silver-colored stud in their left ears. They look cool except for the their too long noses. Ya know, Golden seems gruff, but I'll bet he would be understanding and supportive of Major if he would confide in him about being gay. I also understand how hard it is for Major to tell his brother. Telling a stranger like me was probably hard for him, but telling Golden might be near impossible until he's older. It's a shame and I feel for Major, but it'd still be wrong for me to talk to him more about his gayness.
Sly is last and he sits up on the stool wearing a t-shirt. Cool little dude and super cute, easily the best looking one of the four Workman boys I've seen so far. His afro doesn't looked wrecked by his mom though, so I say to Sam, "I thought you said your mom screwed-up Sly's hair. It looks even to me." Sly goes, "Oh, my bro's right, but that haircut by my mom was for my seventh birthday party and I haven't let her cut my hair since then. I'm like super scared shitless of granddaddy so I wouldn't go to his barbershop and I don't got no money for another barber." Sam says, "I've been snipping at Sly hair for over a year trying to get it even." I go, "Ya did a good job with that, Sammy." Sly goes, "Sammy looks out for me, don'cha, bro?" Sam mutters, "I don't know," and I ask the three brothers, "Um, Sly wants the same haircut, right?" Golden walks over, and asks Sly, "Ya sure you want that haircut, ya little gang-banger?" and he kisses Sly on the mouth. Cute the way the brothers baby their youngest brother. He goes, "That's right, just like my bro's. No wait, I want a haircut like Sammy's." I go, "What's it gonna be, Sly?" He asks, "What should I get, Sammy?" Sam says, "I don't know," and Golden says, "Give him the same haircut Major and I have," and Sly says, "Yeah! What Golden said." I roll my eyes and give him the same haircut. His hair follicles are fine but dense. They cut easier than his brothers' hair. When I'm done with the haircut Golden mousses Sly's hair like he did for Major and himself. All the brothers slap hands with Sly saying, "That's right, we cool."
They all thank me and Golden adds a compliment, "Damn, you a good looking dude, Danny." I mumble, "Thanks," and he asks, "How soon should we get a re-cut?" I say, "Whenever you want. Glad you're happy with the way the haircuts turned out." And that's it, they don't stay. They've got there haircuts and it's time to leave the barbershop. I just wish I had some lollypops to pass out. When everyone's in the car, Sam says, "Thanks, Danny. See ya, Monday," and backs the van up, turns it around and they're off with Major staring at me until he's out of sight around the curve in the driveway. Of course I feel for him. Being thirteen and gay is a formidable challenge. I think I'm right though for not getting involved without an adult's permission. Even one of his older brothers who's at least eighteen, or his mother.
I get right to work sweeping up the hair so I don't get yelled at by Ryan again like I did after Sam's haircut. When there's not a single hair clipping on the clean cement floor I start putting away the barber tools thinking about the haircuts. It was fun cutting their hair although I didn't get much of a kick from my fetish for reasons unknown. As I'm zippering the toiletry kit Ryan joins me in the garage with a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. He says, "Good morning, babe. Give me a kiss," and I start to protest that we're not lovers, but why get off on the wrong foot this morning. Plus, I don't want to discuss it again, so I kiss his lips quickly, then he says, "How many times do I gotta tell you, you can do better than that." He gets
his free hand behind my head pulling it down so he can give me one of his tongue-active wet kisses, the kind that are hard to resist. Without thinking about it I grab my crotch for a second as my dick sizzles a little. Our lips make a wet sound when they part and Ryan gives my ass a pat, saying, "That's a good-morning kiss that means something. When I tell you to give me a kiss that's what I'm talking about." As much as I'd like another kiss like that, I grope myself, then say, "My ass is sore. You fucked me bowlegged again, Albert." He laughs, "Really? That's awesome. Last night was awesome too, wasn't it?" I bite my lip looking at him. Those extra blue eyes, and no eyeglasses, plus I did a cool job with his last haircut... Ryan's hot looking. I'll bet I'm not the only one who thinks so. He looks more grown-up too. Well, hell, he is grown up. We'll both be twenty-one this summer.
Ryan rubs my head and I lean into him thinking to hell with my sore ass, I could go for this sexy guy fucking me right now. He sips his coffee making the slurping sound grinning at me, then he asks, "The haircuts go okay this morning?" I nod, "Yeah, no problem." Then, after looking around, he goes, "You did a great job cleaning-up in here." Fuck, that makes me feel good. I pleased my boss... ha ha. I can make light of it, but I did like that he thinks I did a good job. Ryan says, "Come on, lets have a smoke in the gazebo," and he takes my hand walking us around the back of the garage and down the brick path. I feel subconscious about his parents seeing us holding hands. I wouldn't feel that way normally, but it seems to me Ryan is blatantly flaunting his gayness in his parents faces and I don't want to do that. I say, "Albert, it's not right holding my hand around the house. It's like you're mocking your parent's beliefs." He squeezes my hand, "I'm not being bossy about this, but when you're here you're my boyfriend, right? If I want to
hold hands with you, I'll do it. Back at college I wouldn't do this because I respect the fact you're Robby's boyfriend. That's unless you change your mind and do what you know you'd like to and become my boyfriend here and at college, and anyplace else we go." We sit down on the bench with him continuing to hold my hand. He looks at me grinning and smirking, asking, "Aren't you going to say anything?" Oh, he's teasing me. I smile, "I thought you were serious." Letting go of my hand, he chuckles, "I partially am serious, in my dreams I mean." I say, "You look cool this morning," and ruffle his hair. Then realize I'm leading him on, but he is extra sexy this morning.
I take Ryan's mug from his hand and swallow some coffee, then mumble, "Too sweet." He say, "So are you," then he laughs. I go "Um, you wanna do it this morning, Albert? I do if you want to." He smirks, "Are you asking me to fuck you again?" Smelling the back of my hand I nod my head, mumbling, "Yeah, you're extra sexy this morning." He smiles, "I told you you'd be nagging me to fuck you and this is the second time you've done it during our first week here. What's it gonna be like in a month?" Making a disgusted face, I go, "Forget it then! I thought you'd be flattered, but fuck it, I won't bother you again about it." He gets his arm around my neck pulling my head over and kissing the side of my face, murmuring, "No, it is flattering and I'd love to accommodate my cute submissive boyfriend, but hey, we need to cut the grass. Do you wanna ride the mower or use the weed whacker?" He gets me so sexily aroused I nestle against him with the side of my face against his skimpy beard. I can't help myself as I inhale his personal scent, then go, "I wanna stay like this with you," and he lifts under my chin so his lips can reach mine for a long sexy wet kiss that raises a boner in my pants. Doing a quiet moan of arousal in my throat I bring my leg over both of his and sit on his lap facing him. I kiss his lips, "Fuck me right here, Albert." I can feel his boner under my leg. He grunts, "Get your pants down," so I get my knees on the bench lifting up to pull my shorts just past my buttocks. He pulls his boner out through the fly of his pants and I sit down on it with my arms around his neck and my forehead on his shoulder. His whiskers ticking the side of my cheek. It hurts my sore rectum going down on his big cock, but feels so good too. Ryan breaths noisily in my ear as I go up and down on his boner. Jesus, it feels so good I don't even think about my sore ass. Two or three minutes of sexual bliss as I hug his neck tighter and tighter until, "Oooh, aaah!!," and climax between our chests wetting our t-shirts with some cum spray shooting up past Ryan's head. Then a few more rides up and down on his cock before settling on his lap, his big cock filling me up inside as I'm hugging him and loving the hot sex we have together. He murmurs in my ear, "Keep riding my cock, baby, I didn't get off yet." My
rectum is alive with sizzling sensation as I do quick lifts and drop-downs on his wooden pole feeling his cock head expanding as he hugs around my waist now and humping his hips against my bare ass, shooting his load inside me.
We're both limp now laying against one another. Ryan finally asks, "Do you wanna do the edging or ride the mower?" I chuckle, then mumble, "Which one do you think I want?" He goes, "Okay, you ride the mower, but it's only fair we take turns." I nod as it occurs to me I didn't use the weed whacker for edging last Saturday, but yet both his parents said I did a good job. They were just being nice maybe. How could I have forgotten the edging? I start blushing thinking about his mother saying she at first thought the landscapers, who do the rest of the property, did the front lawn last Saturday, then she said something like, 'But then you're a professional yourself, aren't you, Danny?" knowing I didn't do the edging around the yard, so was she mocking me? Ryan takes a deep breath, then brings my head off his shoulder with fingers under my chin grinning at me, asking, "Why are you blushing, Danny? I felt the side of your face gets warm next to mine." I tell him why, and he goes, "Nah, no one was mocking you. Don't you realize yet that you can do no wrong. My parents think you're awesome. They've told me that, and while they can't bring themselves to add the preface 'boy' to 'friend' when they say to me, 'You're, um, friend', they mean boyfriend." Huh, I don't know if that's good or bad, just like I'm not sure if me putting off Major's request to have a talk about his gayness is good or bad of me? I don't think I can win with that situation in either case. I get off Ryan, his eight inch cock creating sizzling sensation from my prostate as it's ragging against it coming out of my ass. I do a wheezy deep breath, then mumble, "Ha, I knew you wanted to fuck me." He goes, "I always want to fuck you, whaddaya talking about?" We take off our cum-splattered t-shirts and Ryan uses his to wipe the cum that's drooled out of my ass off the back of my legs and butt cheeks. I pull up my pants as Ryan says, "Give me a kiss," and by now I've learned my lesson and do it exactly like the kiss he gave me in the garage. He mutters, "That's better."
As we walk hand in hand to the garage for the mower and weed whacker I smile realizing Ryan's having his victories. He has me doing the kiss the way he wants me to when he tells me to give him a kiss, and we're walking hand in hand around his house. But man, that extemporaneous fuck was hot! I look at Ryan feeling a strong attraction to him. I could do so much worse than spending the summer with him. He's awesome. He asks, "Why are you staring at me like that?" I shrug and put my arms around his neck again, then kiss him on the lips the way he told me to do it. When breaking the kiss I slide my tongue across his face and murmur in his ear, "Thanks for the fuck, Albert. You just get better and better, don'cha?" He goes, "I'm trying my ass off. Am I making any progress?" Nodding my head I kiss his cheek, murmuring in his ear, "Yeah, I believe you are." He gives me a hug, saying, "We need to cut the fucking grass now!" Such a romantic. Nah, he is at times, but now he's being the boss.
We do the lawn with me riding the mower feeling the wetness at the seat of my shorts where more of his cum has dripped out of my ass. It gives me a boner. I think being here with Ryan 24/7 is getting me hornier than I've ever been in my life. Hard to believe, but I think so. I steer the mower the same way I did last Saturday and finish the entire front lawn while Ryan's edged only halfway around the yard. After putting the mower back in it's spot and cleaning it, I have a smoke, then take pity on Ryan and do the weed whacking for the front part of the yard while he gets a soft drink and has a smoke watching me finish up. We're both a little sweaty when we've finished the yard completely. Ryan says, "Thanks, Daniel. It's not too bad a job with two of us working it." Jesus, that's right, he did both edging and mowing by himself in the past. Walking towards the garage, he says, "We'll clean-up and go out for lunch. After lunch we'll try-out for the baseball team." I check my watch: 11:15, not bad time-wise. Huh, I gotta admit things are shaping-up here in Marietta, Georgia. It's hard to believe it's only been a week though, exactly a week, since we arrived. Looking at Ryan, I fight the strong urge to ask him for another fuck like the one we had an hour ago. Instead I clean-up in my bathroom, then put on a clean t-shirts and shorts. Joining Ryan in his bedroom, I'm like, "I'll need to borrow a glove and baseball cap, Albert." He tosses me a glove, saying, "I have three extra gloves, that's the best one. No hat for the tryout though. You're still my boy and that haircut proves it, mostly to you. I'm sorry you feel self conscious about it, but it's meant to remind you of your place when you're here at home with me. If you make the team though, of course you can wear a hat." I'm pissed, but I gotta admit Ryan sure sticks to the script. He glances at me, saying, "And knock off the pouting, Daniel, I'm just following through on what you and me agreed to for the summer." I mutter, "You're a prick, ya know that?" He shrugs shaking his head slowly, and we go downstairs together with Ryan's arm going around the back of my neck. It's too late for me to shrug away from him when we walk into the kitchen. We've both carrying a baseball glove and Ryan's wearing a Merrimack team baseball cap. The parents are in their places at the kitchen table so we stop to say good morning. They're obviously late risers on weekends. Maybe hungover from last night's cocktail party.
I'm uncomfortable because of Ryan's firm hold around the back of my neck, although he's definitely comfortable with it. I'd make it worse trying to struggle away from him now, so I stand next to him, the sides of our bodies tight against one another. To me this is just more of Ryan's flaunting his gayness to his parents. Mrs. W. has her cup of tea and cinnamon toast cut in triangle halves and Mr. W. has the newspaper and a cup of coffee in front of him, plus a bear claw in his hand which he takes a mighty bite from as both of them frown at seeing us like this. Ryan gives a cheery, "Good morning!" His mother goes, "Um, yes, good morning. Ah, what are you two up to?" Swallowing his mouthful of pastry, Mr. W., seemingly bored again, and without looking up from his newspaper, mumbles, "You probably need to ask Albert that. He's the boss of their, um, friendship it seems, eh Daniel?" I gulp, then say, "Yes sir, he is that for sure." Ryan squeezes my head against his, the side of our foreheads together. I'm blushing like mad as he says, "I told you before, mother, we're trying out for the town's baseball summer team in the county league." Still reading his newspaper, Ryan's father wants to know, "Oh really, what position do you play, Daniel?" Ryan uses the hand
holding his baseball glove to rub my bare head, grinning at me, asking, "Yeah, are you going to try out for, infield or outfield position, Daniel?" My face is hot and red as I say, "I'll try out for any position they tell me to." His father, shaking his head like he can't believe we're standing like this, takes a noisy breath but says nothing. There's silence, which I can't abide, so I add, "Albert's going to be the center fielder, of course, and I'm hoping to at least make the team as a utility player." Mrs. W. is working hard at not noticing her son's hugging another boy's head against the side of his face. She goes, "Yes, you've always been a star player for your prep schools teams, haven't you, Albert?" Ryan's like, "Well, not exactly a star, mother, but I've been a starter," Mr. W. continues reading his paper, mumbling, "Well, good for you two. You don't want to be late," and Mrs. W. goes, "Yes, and put in a good word for Daniel, Albert. See if you can get him some position on the team. Um, I don't know, but maybe he could be your, um, assistant or something, or like the thing you're at for the Merrimack team." Ryan laughs, " "My assistant, um, that's not actually a position on a baseball team, and in this league they don't have a equipment manager position, but I'll work out something... ha ha, my assistant. " She shrugs, "I've never had the patience for baseball."
Then Ryan goes, "Dad, sorry to bother you, but um," and Mr. W. looks up, "What now?" and Ryan tells him, "Mr. Merriweather..." and while keeping the side of my face against his, he tells his father about our two golf lessons. His father looks annoyed, saying, "Oh dammit. Well, in the interest of harmony let's overlook the first lesson's mishaps with him being unprofessional with Daniel here, okay? I hate causing a problem for the club. Um, but you, Albert, stood up for your, um, friend the way you should. I'm proud of you. If there aren't anymore missteps by Terry I'll let it slide. Okay, son, can you leave it at that and let me get back to my paper." Mrs. W. says, "Don't mind your father, he's got a lot on his mind, but you handled yourself like an adult, Albert. I'm proud of you too." Ryan beams and we're finally on our way. Outside Ryan's still glowing, he kisses the side of my face and lets go of me. I'm about to explode at him for that embarrassing scene in the kitchen when Ryan emotionally says, "You have no idea how you being here has improved the opinion my parents have of me. It's, um, I can't even explain it. Night and day difference and I feel wonderful about that." Oh fuck! I'll explode later. He stops, so I stop and look at him as he goes, "Thank you, Dylan Newman, you've changed my life," and a tear rolls down his cheek. What the fuck can I do except reach over and rub the tear off his cheek with the pad of my thumb. After all, this is what I wanted to do... help Ryan to be, um, more normal, I guess. I take a deep breath, mumbling, "You're welcome, Ryan, I'm really glad I can help." He's nodding his head wiping at his eyes, so I add, "Ah, I think you and me have been good for each other." It's him who's acting uncomfortable now, and I guess it's because of this show of emotion. With a fake grin, he says, "Yes, but have you fallen in love with me yet?" We're at the car now, and getting in the passenger seat, I go, "You know I love you, Ryan." In the car he composes himself, rubs my head, and proclaims, "We're gonna be the hottest gay couple at Merrimack!" Or not.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com
========================================================
Hoping some readers may be interested, there are books of mine published and available on Amazon.com. Anyone who has Kindle can download them for next to nothing. (Or buy the 'print' version.) The books are under ten dollars. They are about a 19 year old gay boy (Oliver) who has a far different life than Dylan's. And there is a new book, 'Mike, his Bike and Me'. Please at least check them out by typing my name on Amazon.com. Information about the story in the books can be found in some detail there. Thank you.
Donny Mumford
============================================
Please consider a tax deductible donation of any size to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expense of maintaining this ginormous free story site. Thank you very much. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html