DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION FINAL CHAPTER
Chapter 32
By Donny Mumford
Ryan and I are on his motorbike flying down the highway passing cars like they're standing still. He has his Oakley goggles, the ones usually left on top of his helmet, protecting his eyes from the bugs flying aimlessly around and occasionally bouncing off him. I'm huddled behind Ryan leaning forward because he's almost leaning over the handlebars. It's eight o'clock Sunday night and we're on our way to the waterfalls; the one we visited my first weekend in Marietta. We'll have maybe an hour before sunset and then the moon and stars should provide enough light for what we're liable to be doing. It's a exhilarating twenty-minute ride before Ryan slows down and turns onto a one-lane dirt road. There's tall weeds growing on both sides of the road so it almost feels like we're riding through a tunnel. Ryan proceeds cautiously up the dirt road at twenty miles an hour creating a dirt storm in our wake. With the motorbike's mufflers rumbling sexily Ryan lifts his goggles to the top of his helmet, turns his head, asking, "You doing okay, Danny?" I nod my head taking my arms from around his waist, sitting up straight. After adjusting my helmet I hold onto the sides of the seat we're sharing, smiling now that we've made it here alive.
If we're on the right dirt road, the waterfalls should be a half mile straight ahead in a wooded area of tall pine trees. From the weeds we hear crickets chirping and there's a small wild animal of some kind scurrying along. I don't see it, only the tall weeds moving as it makes it's way wherever it's going. After five minutes on the dirt road Ryan stops and drops his feet to the ground balancing the idling motorbike. The road's narrowed to a dirt path as Ryan mutters, "I thought we got closer to the falls on the bike last time." I can barely hear the waterfall from here. Shrugging, I mumble, "I'm not sure, but I think you're right." He puts the bike in gear and we slowly move forward another fifty yards until the path surrenders to the weeds. Ryan kills the engine and I get off as he puts the kickstand down, then he gets off too, "Grab the blanket, Danny," then he turns to look at me, adding, "If that's not being too bossy of me." I grin and pull the beach blanket out from under the seat and we walk toward the falls though the weeds, crickets, and small scurrying animals.
It's still light as I said, so we make our way easily to the falls. After watching the mesmerizing endless flow of water rolling over the cliff for a minute or so, we begin slowly going down the steep slope to the pond under the falls. It's slippery going down the embankment so we're grabbing onto tree branches, weeds, and each other steadying ourselves so we don't end up sliding down on our asses. The ground around the pond is spongy and mossy. It's the same falls as last time of course, but different water pouring over the rocks above. Some things go on forever. Well not forever, but for hundreds or thousands of years. It's fortunate water falls aren't conscious entities or they'd likely be bored to tears. Ryan and I spread the blanket out, then get undressed dropping our clothes on the blanket. It was a bit of a struggle getting down the embankment and it's muggy and hot, so we both have sweat dripping off our faces. The water looks inviting. Bare ass naked we look at each other for a second, then take a running start and jump in the pond. Wow, it's cold! Only at first though, it soon feels pleasantly cool and refreshing. The water's so clear we can see the bottom fifteen or twenty feet below. The deepest part is where the falls splashes loudly into the pond.
Swimming all around the pond and getting as close as we dare to the rapids, then the falls, we float on our backs under the failing sun while looking up at the cloud formations in the fading blue sky. After fifteen minutes or so we get out, move our clothes out of the way and lay on the blanket side by side. Ryan lights a cigarette and passes it to me. Taking a drag, I let the exhaled smoke drift out, murmuring, "This is nice, huh?" Ryan goes, "Yeah, it is," then he says, "I don't think I've ever gone swimming at two different places on the same day." I'm curious, or maybe nosey, asking, "How the hell did you and Mike slip into your intimate and affectionate relationship so fast? You barely know each other." He goes, "Surprised the hell out of both of us. I don't know, there's some kind of chemistry between us. Mike said he noticed it right away. What exactly it is I couldn't say, and please don't go into that pheromones theory of yours again because I haven't noticed any special scent from Mike. We just like each other." He glances over at me, adding, "And, without getting into details, our sex is off the charts." I mutter, "TMI," and then add, "It's kinda rare that everything clicks in a relationship that quickly, is all I'm saying." He goes up on his side, his elbow and forearm on the blanket supporting him. Blowing smoke from his nose and mouth, he looks down at me, and says, "It never would have happened without you. Mike and I talked about that and he says it's fate that you're here. We've even been talking about working something out so he and I can get together a couple of times during the college year. Other than holidays I mean. We'll both be in Marietta for the holidays, but it'll be fun flying in for a few days experiencing each other's college campus a couple of times."
Nice to have the resources to do that. Meaning money obviously. I go, "Well, I'm happy for you," and he goes, "Ha, you're relieved I won't be throwing myself at you anymore, right?" I look at him, "You never threw yourself at me! More like me nagging you to fuck me." He's like, "Yeah, you and I have always had some extraordinary hots for one another." I mumble, "I'll say," then a few seconds later, I add, "Thinking back on our relationship it was
more me having the hots for you than the other way around." He traces the pad of his finger from my forehead down my nose and across my lips to my chin, "You are so ridiculously good looking." I grin, giving my usual bullshit line, "Yeah, everybody tells me that." He chuckles, then says, "You're probably right in your assessment of, um, which one of us had the hottest hots for the other," then he snorts, "Try diagramming that fucking sentence." I chuckle, "Hell no. I sucked at that in high school." Still looking down at me, Ryan squeezes my nose and I bat his hand away.
Laying back down next to me, he says, "Anyway, I think you're right. It was you having the hots for me that got us really rolling. I've always been impressed that you never tried to be cool or blasé about it. You were very open and forthright making sure I knew you were hot to have me fuck you. And you've always liked it rough too." I make a face, and say in a goofy voice,
"Well yeah, you fuck good, Albert!" He smiles and rubs my head. I push his hand away again. Shrugging, he says, "The way you wanted it so badly turned me on and got me hot, bothered, and super aroused. It was brand new to me, you know, having you showing all that sexily heat for me, or whatever you wanna call it." I'm shaking my head slowly, "I don't know, Albert, but I'll tell ya this much: that Ryan Wilcox kid knows how to push all my hot spots. When I'm around him my dick never stops buzzing and, oh my God, does he ever have a sexy scent about him. A big dick too." He laughs out loud, "Damn, you've always made me feel special. That's probably why I'm in love with you." I shrug, "I don't know about that."
Thinking about it for a second, he goes, "I should clarify by saying until recently you've never been hesitant about nagging me for sex." I frown, "Well, don't hurt yourself patting yourself on the back. I wouldn't use the word 'nagging' anyway. It was more like suggesting." He looks at me, speaking seriously now "There were times during our relationship, especially early on, when I could have made you my slave-boy sex-toy if I wanted to. If I wanted to be a prick about it, not that I ever would." He's said that to me before, a number of times, and he believes it, but it's pure bullshit. Let him have his delusion if he must, and anyway nothing I could say would make him think differently. I mumble, "Yeah? I'm not so sure about that, but that was a long time ago anyway. I don't really go in for that kind of thing anymore. You know, the butt plugs, dildos, getting tied up and spanked with a paddle... all that BDSM crap." He laughs, "Nah, I'm afraid you're wrong, Danny. Sorry to correct you're misconception, but for your own good I must.
Truth is it wouldn't take me long, a week if I put my mind to it, before you'd be sleeping with me wearing a tight dog collar, a tight butt plug up your smacked ass, your hands tied behind your back staring at me like you're my puppy dog. And you'd be so aroused I'd be able to make you climax from just pushing the butt plug. You'd be my cum-making-machine slave. Heh heh, I'd milk your balls into a quart jar until it was full." I go, "That's sick, do you have these sick fantasies on a regular basis? Ya might want to consider serious psychological help. And you're giving your self way too much credit to boot." He grins, "It doesn't matter anyway because I know you're too vulnerable to that sort of thing, so I wouldn't do it with you. You're safe with me, but watch yourself with others."
I'm thinking, Jesus, Ryan, flatter yourself much! My initial thought is to leave it at that, but I can't help saying, "Yeah, yeah! You've told me that fairytale before, but last time I checked I'm nobody's slave boy." He shrugs, "Just watch yourself, that's all I'm saying." Trying for the last word, I go, "Think whatever you want, Albert, but I'm telling you I'm over that ultra rough stuff. Hell, you're over your submissive sex phrase, so why couldn't I be over the BDSM shit? People outgrow stuff, ya know." He smirks, pinching my nose again, with me again batting his hand away. He chuckles, then says, "I could put you in a submissive trance anytime I want. Take my word for it. I'm way more experienced in that sort of thing than you."
In an effort to get off this topic, I say, "Moving right along, ya know what I was thinking?" He shakes his head, and I go, "You should try making the Merrimack's baseball team this year as a walk-on. You're really good." He goes, "Oh, thank you, Danny. You've never seen me play ball before this summer, have you?" I shake my head, "No, and I'm impressed." He chuckles, "This isn't some left over brown-nosing for me, is it? Left over from earlier this summer when you enjoyed being my boy." I go, "You seriously need to get over yourself! Anyway, we've never agreed on what that means, being someone's 'boy'. I will tell you this though, never once in my life have I ever remotely thought, 'Hey, I'd like to be Albert's 'boy'." He goes, "Don't get testy. Lets not argue because I don't want you beating me up again." I mutter, "I can't beat you up. It was a lucky punch that time and it gave you a bloody nose, that's about it." He says, "Fighting with you isn't on my to-do list. I wouldn't hurt you for the world." I mumble, "I'm glad to hear it," He goes, "Being someone's 'boy' in some circles means you do what you're told, basically. Plus the 'boy' tries to please and to win favors with, in your case, me. Meaning you brown nose me, suck-up to me, and like that." I laugh out loud, then mutter, "Oh brother! Riiight!" He laughs, "You were my boy for awhile there and don't say you weren't." I shake my head, asking, "Have you checked your hat size lately." He laughs again, "Oh that's right, I'm getting a big head, right?" I go, "We've had that talk already. Damn good talk too." He goes, "Yeah, it was. Made me think about some things. Luckily neither Mike nor I feels the need for either of us to be the boss, or be submissive, or dominant. That's your game. We're a versatile democracy." I go, "Uh huh, that's nice, if a bit convoluted."
He chuckles, mumbling, "It's true," then we silently finish our cigarettes. Flicking his cigarette butt over his head into the damp forest growth around the pond, he asks, "Ya wanna take a chance and go under the waterfall?" I say, "You first." We get up and wade into the pond for another swim. We swim closer to the waterfall than last time, but neither of us is stupid enough to go directly under it. A loose rock hitting me on the head is what concerns me. Well, that and there's also the fact that the water's coming down from a height of seventy or eighty feet with a lot of force. Especially by the time it hits the pond and that might not feel too good. Ryan swims up
behind me and wraps his arms around me, saying, "Hard to beat this body of
your's, babe," and he kisses the side of my neck. I rub the kiss away with my fingers, saying, "No kissing except during foreplay." He says, "Well, do you wanna mess around then?" I almost do the too-fast head nod, but catch myself and say, "Um, are you asking me for sex?" He laughs, "Yeah, I believe I just did, ya nut." I have to grin, saying, "In that case, yes." We swim a few strokes towards land and when we know we can touch bottom we walk out of the pond. Ryan says with a grin, "Considering you told me fifteen minutes ago how aroused you get around me I gotta admire your impressive willpower by depriving yourself." Laughing out loud again, I go, "When did you get so conceited?" He says, "Just from your confessions of adulteration of me and the way you swoon over me with those beautiful begging eyes of yours."
I'll assume he's teasing, getting back at me for saying he has a big head. I mutter, "Still smarting over my 'big head' remark, huh?" He goes, "Well yeah, it hurt my feelings and I'm not even sure what 'big head' means." I go, "You know goddamn well what it means." He mutters, "Tell me then," and I tick each point off on my fingers, "In layman's terms it means you're not as big a deal as you think you are, not as clever, or as popular, or as sexy, and you're no where near as right about things as you think." He goes, "Ouch! Yeah, that's what I thought it meant, but was hoping to be wrong. The thing is I can sorta see why you'd say that in some areas, except you and I had an agreement. I was just doing my part by being bossily in-charge. So maybe I did overdo my part at times, but it never bothered you until I began spending most of my free time with Mike." I go, "I hate when you're right! Anyway, it takes a big man to admit his faults, and you have quite a few. Luckily for me I don't have any to admit." He laughs and says, "I'll think of one so you don't feel left out. Now, as my boy, I want a nice long sexy ass rimming from you." I go, "That's not too much to ask of your favorite side-sex buddy." He grins, "Oh, considering you as my 'boy' is wrong terminology, huh?" I go, "Yes it is, daddy," smirking at him. We're facing each other standing on the blanket and he grabs my balls in his fist. Damn, he's fast. I mumble, "Hey! I was gonna do that to you, but you're faster." Ryan, holding my nuts tightly in his fist, lean in for one of his special magical-tongue kisses. Seemingly on their own, my arms go around the back of his neck. I gotta admit he's the world's best make-out.
My fingers are in the damp hair at the back of his head with me leaning my body against his, squirming against him. Ooh fuck, he is hot and sexy. And, there's no way to fool myself that he isn't. Whether he believes it or not pheromones do play a big part in my sexual heat for him. His scent fills my head while his tongue fills my mouth. My penis turns into a hard boner in
seconds too. I'm sliding against his body and rubbing up the back of his head, my other hand going up and down his back and squeezing his butt cheeks. Ryan lets go of my nuts and leans back with his arms around me pulling me up on my toes, our bodies plastered together. Back on my feet we're sucking each other's lips and licking around one another's mouth, our saliva combining as we swap spit until it's dripping off our chins. I feel his big cock tightening up and after three or four minutes of our hot juicy make-out we're both gasping for air and clinging to one another with our chests expanding taking in big lungfuls of oxygen. Ryan gasps, saying, "Suck my cock and then rim my ass, boy." That sounded surprising hollow for a dominant command, it lacked conviction somehow. I sink to my knees anyway because I actually like sucking his big cock and it's been a week since I've tasted it. I'll also enjoy rimming his ass until he climaxes, if that's what he wants. Once I get into some hot foreplay with Ryan I get helplessly aroused. He's simply too sexually desirable in my mind and anything sexual he wants to do I'll pretty much go along for the ride. Hmmm, maybe he's right about me still being susceptible to BDSM sex if he decided to do it with me.
Holding his heavy cock in my hand I'm licking his scrotum, moving his balls around with my tongue, then sucking the lower one into my mouth licking it and outlining it's shape with my tongue. Nuts are not round as a ball obviously, but his nuts are more round than any other shape I can think of. Both Ryan's balls are about the same size so I push out the one and suck in the other. Then long licks from the base of his penis up and over the head sucking off precum bubbles. Ten or twelve licks before sucking the head into my mouth, bathing it with my tongue. His cock's extremely hard by now so Ryan puts a hand on either side of my head, pushes it back, and goes up on his toes before slowly lowering his body driving his cock down my throat. He thrusts it smoothly and steadily back and forth in my throat a half dozen times before pulling it out with a slimy precum/saliva thread clinging from the head to my mouth. As I'm gulping and gasping for air Ryan flicks the slimy string with a finger and the it drifts down to follow the contour of my lips, chin, and neck, sticking there. I wipe it off with my hand as Ryan turns around and bends over with his ass in my face.
My tongue comes out to lick up his ass crack, over his asshole. Then, starting at the back of his scrotum I lick up his ass crack again, and again, and again leaving a trail of saliva behind. Putting my arms around his waist to steady myself, my nose in his ass crack, I do a number of licks across his anus before working my tongue inside his ass. Many jabs with my tongue that I've curled toward the middle making a slightly firmer muscular organ to more successfully penetrate Ryan's anus. Once I work my tongue in a little bit and Ryan relaxes his sphincter muscle I eventually get my tongue up his ass almost an inch. In and back, in and back, over and over until Ryan steps away, gasping, "I'm gonna cum, turn around." I get around in front quick enough to get his cock back in my mouth, start to lick the head as he groans, his body getting very stiff. Then, holding my head between his hands again he humps his hips sliding his boner on my tongue while pouring cum into my mouth. Cum comes out both sides of my lips, drooling down my chin. He pushes my head back and his cock slides down my throat easily with his cum as lubricant. Ryan's head is back too, his hips doing three inch thrusts in my throat and I feel spunk shots hitting the wall of my esophagus drooling creamily down and around, coating the inside of my throat. More smooth thrusts in my throat before he stumbles backwards taking deep breaths, then dropping down to sit on the blanket next to me with me still on my knees.
He gasps, "My fucking heart is pounding again my ribs, Danny. Whoa, what a climax! Wow!" I look down and see my boner sticking straight out as hard as stone. Sitting back on the blanket, then laying on my back, my flag pole sticks straight up. Ryan flops beside me and strokes my cock. I go, "No, Albert, I want you to fuck me." He chuckles, "I will, but I'm doing this now." Stroke, stroke, stroke with sensations pouring off the head of my boned-up penis. I'm moaning and squiring on the blanket, "Ooh, ooh, ah, ah, Albert stop, ooh." His face is close to mine grinning at me as his fist moves the foreskin up and down, up and down until my back arches, I squeal and cum shoots high up in the night air, then another streak of spunk as I hold my breath seeing stars even while the sun's still barely there in the heavens. "Mmmm, ooh, Albert..." and two more little spurts of cum shoot five inches up. All the cum shots land with a splatter on my legs, stomach and shaved pubic area. Ryan's still grinning, saying, "That was fun. I've milked your balls many times and every time you're so funny with your facial expressions. Holy shit, you get so turned on." He's still stroking my cock as I'm breathing out little puffs of air with my hands around the back of his neck pulling him over so he'll stop stroking my cock. We roll around on the blanket wrestling and enjoying the body contact as my jism getting squished and spread around our bodies. I can still taste his cum in my mouth and it's simply an extremely sexy-hot time.
Resting now while lazily rubbing our hands on each other's body, occasionally stroking one another's cock. Then we start grappling with each other again. We haven't said more that ten words the last half hour. Finally Ryan's strength wins out and he gets me on my knees with my forehead and forearms on the blanket, both of us with a new boner to work with. Behind me he forces his cock past my sphincter muscle, and then way up my ass as I groan in pain, arching my back. He humps against my butt cheeks, grinding his hips and it feels so good I can't help but moan openly at the sexual pleasure his cock is creating inside my rectum. He does some short thrusting and I'm like, "Oooh," with each thrust of that fat hard cock up my ass. Without me even thinking about it, his dominant entrance brings on a dreamy trance and I sigh at how perfectly Ryan's cock fills me up back there. "Oh, umm," I moan, breathing nosily. It feels so good having his big cock up my ass again. He grunts as he's does harder humps against my buttocks, and every time he pulls his boner back I get shivers all over my body. His boner slides up my ass again and again deliciously stimulating my sensitive prostate. More sexual shivers of arousal gets my shoulders to do their little shudder as I'm moaning constantly at how unbelievably good his big hard cock feels inside me.Two, three, four slow penetrations as I suck on my lips whimpering at the sexual pleasure.
Now a hard thrust pushes his fat boner all the way up my rectum and as his crotch hits my ass I hear the first, "Slap," sound of males fucking. It joins the sounds of crickets chirping and water crashing into the pond from above. Ryan starts in with a hard fast fucking now, "Slap,slap,slap,slap," and every nerve ending in my rectum going on high alert sending sizzling streams of pleasure to my brain; it's sexual ecstasy. My prostate vibrates at the passing hard shaft of that big throbbing boner and then when it comes back and the bulbous head passes over the ultra sensitive prostate gland it makes my whole body shudder. My cock bobs between my legs, hard and heavy. My anus hugs Ryan's fat boner as it slides by quickly making the eight inch trip up my ass, and then the return trip is just as incredibly sensuous. The sounds of males fucking can now be heard over the other sounds of nature surrounding us, "Slapslapslapslap," for almost ten sizzling minutes of sexual pleasure before I feel my follow-up orgasm come on me like fireworks and, BOOM! my hips hump as I gasp then squeal as a tight stream of cum shoots out onto the blanket, and then another. I'm shaking all over again as Ryan bumps against my ass hard, humping there and gasping while shooting his second load of creamy semen into my bowels. Oh my God, the magic of climax!
I'm shaky slowly lowering myself to the blanket until I'm flat on my stomach laying in my own sticky cum. Deep breathing for thirty seconds and then I reach an arm back to get it around the back of Ryan's neck pulling him off me. His cock slides out of my ass and we both moan, "Ah, ah, mmmm." We nestle tightly together on the blanket while we both catch our breath. I murmur, "If you're not the world's best sex buddy, I'll eat my hat. That was awesome." He rubs my head, mumbling, "Okay, I'll take you back as my boyfriend again if you ask me nicely." I snort, "Let me clarify! I meant to say the best side-sex buddy in the world." He grins, "I know, I know what ya meant, and thanks." I get a fistful of his hair and playfully shake his head a little, "Here's the deal I'm willing to offer: we'll be best friends and awesome side-sex buddies for life." He says, "I was hoping for more. I really thought I had a chance there for awhile, but as soon as I left you at the airport, swear to God, I realized I was fooling myself. I had a little cry about it too. Actually it was more like 'bawling' than a little cry. Not long, but intense." I'm serious when I tell him, "That makes me sad, Ryan." He goes, "It's Albert actually, but don't be sad. Being your best friend is nothing to take lightly 'cause that'll mean we'll stay in touch even after we graduate, and when you're with me alone you can't resist me, can you? So..." I go, "No, Mr. Big Potato Head, I guess I can't." Maybe I do love him in a way, but not like Robby, not anything like Robby. And Ryan can only be second in the best friend category because Chubby will always be my best friend and nothing will ever change that. For our purposes now though I won't complicate matters by explaining that to Ryan. Then I murmur, "If it makes you feel any better, I do sort of love you." He goes, "I know you do, even when you try to tell yourself you don't."
Well, again, to be accurate, I love Ryan maybe third best. First my special love for Chubby, then my romantic love for Robby, and thirdly my unlabeled 'maybe' love for Ryan. Of course ya gotta consider I love my mom and Tris too, but that love is in another category. I also love some of my other friends, like Dodger and Connor, our Army boys, and then there's Seth as well. Lots of love to go around. Ryan and I squirm together messing around a little, doing childishly groping and fondling of each other for twenty minutes or so continuing to enjoy the feel of each other. We finally relax and smoke a cigarette as the sun's setting and the night sky takes over. I lay on my back feeling sexually satisfied for the moment as I'm staring up at the big dipper rolling by, while closer to earth lightning bugs are blinking out their passion. Finally we have another swim in the pond, this time to wash my cum off both of us. Out of the water we stand on the blanket talking about this summer while air-drying ourselves enough to pull our clothes on.
We get dressed, roll up the blanket, and try getting up the steep embankment. There's some cursing and grabbing onto each other, or weeds, or tree limbs, whatever we can get our hands on to help pull us up. Ryan says, "It might not have been our smartest move of the day waiting until it's dark to try getting up this fucking hill." I go, "I was hoping for a brighter moon," as I'm slapping at mosquitoes. We make it though, then use our hands to brush each other off. Burrs and weeds are sticking to our shorts and t-shirts.
Reasonably free of foreign matter, Ryan gets on his motorbike then fires up the engine getting the mufflers doing their sexy roaring thing while I'm wedging the blanket under the seat. We put our helmets on, I get on behind Ryan, and he takes it slow through the weeds on the dirt path and then slightly faster on the dirt road. When we hit the main road it's ZOOOOM! I have complete faith in Ryan's ability to handle his motorbike, it's when he drives his Mini Cooper I get nervous. He drives too slowly and I'm always fearful of us getting rear ended. Nobody's rear ending us on this thing though. The night air is cooler and it's refreshing having it flying by as we whizz down the highway. I feel good and I think Ryan and I are good again too. I'm hugging him thinking that I'll miss him when I'm gone, but we'll be reunited and almost certainly be doing our buddy side-sex at Merrimack come the middle of September.
Back at the house, all is quiet. His parents told us they were going to bed early. Ryan brought up sex at the waterfall so I'm thinking I'll suggest we shower together. That wouldn't be going against the promise I made to myself that I wouldn't ask Ryan for sex first, because he already asked me at the falls. This is kind of a continuation of our date so I'm on solid ground suggesting the mutual shower. I'm watching Ryan getting undressed, while he tells me, "This was an up and down day for us, babe, but a damn good ending, huh?" I nod my head, "Yeah," and I run my fingers back through his hair, saying, "Let's not end our date just yet though. How 'bout we take a shower together?" He rubs his nose, "Um, it's a work day tomorrow," and I stare at him like, Really?. He grins, "You flatter me, ya know that? Okay, in my shower though. It's bigger." I quickly get undressed, then I grab his nuts, saying, "I beat you to it this time." He puts his finger to his lips, going, 'Shhh, keep it down, and let go of my nuts. That's something I do to you my submissive side-sex buddy." I let go, nodding my head like that made sense. I can't help it, I want a little more sexy time with him.
As we get in the shower, I say, "Let me wash you first," he grins and shrugs. Shampooing his hair first while Ryan's playing with my privates, squeezing my nuts once in awhile and then poking his finger in my asshole making me gasp and go up on my toes with my hands going to his shoulders for support. He puts his lips to my ear, asking, "You sure I couldn't have you in a dog collar with a butt plug up your ass?" I'm no where near as sure that he couldn't do that as I was earlier, but I manage to gasp out, "Yep, no way," as he squeezes my balls and it feels kind of sexy so I lean against him docilely. He chuckles, then says, "Aren't you suppose to be bathing me?" I nod and put bath gel on my hands washing him with both hands instead of using a sponge or washcloth. His fucking body is so hot. My hand slide all over him, then on my knees I wash his legs concentrating on his slightly hairy calves, then his hairless feet one at a time with him leaning over holding onto my shoulders. I save his ass and privates for last massaging bath gel on and around them, than stroking his cock while my soapy finger goes up his ass. Ryan's grunting moving constantly as both our cocks get hard.
Done bathing every inch of his body, he roughly bends me over and fucks me much harder than he did at the pond. I'm moaning and shaking with sexual pleasure until eventually my boner's shooting out a nice little climax, my third one tonight. I'm gasping as I straighten up with his cum drooling out of my ass again. Hugging him and murmuring, "Oh god, you fuck good." Ryan asks, "We're good too, right?" and I do the too fast goofy head nod making him laugh. He shampoos and washes me and his hands feel so good I hug him around the back of his neck, saying, "Awesome date, Albert." He goes, "It surely was an awesome date, babe. Now no more pouting or grumpiness from you, okay?" Well, there's no need for me to do that when we have side sex like we had tonight. I go, "You got it, boss."
I'm a contended fellow going to sleep tonight. I feel really good, especially about getting back on track with Ryan. I'm looking forward to the next two weeks now. In the morning I'm bright eyed and bushy tailed, feeling great. Ummm, scratch the 'bushy tail' horse shit! What's that mean anyway? Skipping down the steps to Ryan's bedroom I find him almost ready to go. From habit I go up to him for a good morning kiss before remembering that's not what I want to do. That's action for your boyfriend, not your side-sex buddy. I'm right in front of him though with him looking at me kinda half grinning, so I rub his head, saying, "Good morning," and he leans in for a quick kiss on my lips. "It's okay if you want to kiss me, Danny. I won't read too much into it. We can be like kissing cousins." I shrug, then say, "Good idea." We're getting off to a good start this week. Certainly better than last Monday.
I have a good day at work exchanging smart-ass remarks with Dog and rubbing Sammy's new flat top with him saying, "No, Danny, I had it just right." At lunch the whole crew's sitting around the two tables we've pushed together. Each guy calls out what they brought for lunch. Some of us switch lunches. I exchange my two ham, cheese, and tomato on kaiser rolls for Aidan Smith's two homemade meatloaf sandwich on Italian bread. We're both satisfied with the switch too. Aidan's the Smith brother who's the more outgoing of the two. I like him. Pretty chocolate mocha colored skin with mostly European
facial features and almost straight dark brown hair. He's a sexy boy having just turned eighteen, so he also still has a very boyish appearance. Then I hear Ryan talking so I pay attention. He's telling us that we're getting way ahead of schedule and we're to be congratulated. Later I hear some of the guys mumbling that maybe we should slow down or the project might not last the full ten weeks. I mention this to Ryan just for a heads-up and before afternoon break he holds a meeting. He tells his crew the full ten weeks is guaranteed by contract. "Guys, if we finish early we'll have another assignment, so keep working hard and maybe there'll be a bonus."
Everyone's back working full speed thinking about the possibility of a bonus. After work Ryan and I go to our golf lesson, complaining to Terry that we still haven't played a real round of golf. At home we shower and change clothes for dinner. Ryan tells me after dinner he has a date with Mike. No problem I had my date with Ryan last night and I'm still feeling good about it. I stay in my room making plans with Robby, texting back and forth, about my weekend home in less than two weeks. After watching a movie on HBO I get in bed wondering if Ryan will come up for a night cap. He doesn't and I wasn't even awake when he got home or I would have heard his car in the driveway. Tuesday, on our way to work, Ryan tells me Mike's working at the deli tonight, but he's got to mend fences with Jeff tonight. Ryan wants to make-up for being an asshole at the water park. I stay in again tonight talking on the phone with Chubby for awhile, but he and a couple guys from work are going to the movies. Robby's in another meeting so I try texting with the Army boys. Connor texts back some sweet words of friendship. Then he indicates things are going good between him and his boyfriend, although no one knows they're boyfriends except Dodger, who covers for them. Dodger and Connor are really liking their apartment off the base too. I feel good being reassured they're both well and happy.
Wednesday is hump day and it's a normal day at work. Work's fun because of the guys, then Ryan and I have our second weekly golf lesson. Terry changed the days for our lessons but it's still twice a week. After dinner Ryan and I have Bible study. He hasn't said what his plans are for after Bible study, but I assume they involve me 'cause I'm getting really horny. Mike sits with us at Bible study for the first time this summer and during break, when Ryan's getting us coffees, Mike asks me, "Do ya wanna help Albert and me
tonight? We're painting the kitchen in my apartment." Pretending I'm not royally pissed-off that Ryan's doing that tonight, I say, "An attractive offer, Mike, but I'm allergic to paint." He laughs, "Don't blame you, Danny, I hate painting too. I've gotta spruce up the place though, so ya know." No, I don't know. I was in his apartment and it didn't look like it needed repainting to me. Ryan comes over looking guilty so I guess he put Mike up to making that attractive offer of painting his kitchen as a way of saying it's not going to be me and Ryan in the sack tonight.
I spot Jeff coming back from the john so I drift over to say hello. He smiles and we do our mutual head rubbing of our identical butchered haircuts, with me asking, "You doing anything after Bible study? Maybe we could hook-up?" He goes, "Oh, um, Albert made-up with me last night and I think you're responsible for that, so thanks, Danny." I shrug, not knowing why he thinks
that, but I manage to mumble, "Oh, he apologized for being as asshole to you at the water park, huh?" Jeff goes, "Better than an apology," and he looks around to see if anyone can hear him. Speaking conspiratorially, he says, "Can that boy fuck, or what? Oh man, Danny, he did my cute ass up right. You're a lucky bastard living with him." I go, "Yeah, I guess. Um, ya wanna hang-out tonight? Ya know, whatever." He laughs, "Ah ha, now you want me fucking you up the ass, huh?" I go, "Well, what the fuck, you brought it up first at the water park, so I thought ya might, ya know." He goes, "Where? I mean I'd like to, but where could we do it? I don't even have a car tonight." BALLS! Looking around again, he adds, "Anyway it's not like I'm horny or anything. Not like I was at the water park. Albert took care of that." Changing the subject, I ask, "Well, you still want to rebel about these haircuts, right?" He's shaking his head, "Nah, I changed my mind after talking to Albert. I don't want to piss him off. Anyway, these haircuts are cool." I mumble, "You think so? How come we don't see Albert's boyfriend, Mike, with this haircut." Jeff says, "He's Alberts boyfriend! We're Alberts boys, ha ha, without the 'friend' on the end. Big difference." What a fuckin' wuss!
After Bible study I find myself dropped off at the house by Ryan as he heads over to Mike's place. I'm in my room for the night again. It's ironic that this is how Ryan spent all last summer... in his room. Well, except when he went begging for more mistreatment from the dominant assholes who were fucking and abusing him. Going to work Thursday morning Ryan's full of apologies, "Goddammit, Danny, I don't mean to ignore you, I swear to God I don't. It's just that there's no way I can get out of having dinner with Mike and his parents tonight. I've reneged on that once already." Resigned, I ask,
"Mike's 'out' to his parents? I didn't know that." He goes, "They've known he's gay for a couple of years. I mean he's had at least one other boyfriend that I know of, but he's not 'out' generally speaking. Like the guys at church don't know he's gay." My resolution not to ask Ryan for sex prevents me from suggesting we could have a sexy time after he has dinner with the Blooms family, or before today's baseball practice. Ryan thanks me for being understanding and then tells me how much he loved our date Sunday night and promising more of the same.
After baseball practice, and before Ryan gets ready to have dinner with Mike and his parents, Timmy, who was in the stands watching, comes over, asking, "Hey, how's my bitch? How ya doing, Danny?" I go, "Hey, stud man, was 'sup?" He says, "My cock's gonna be up, that's what's up. You free tonight?" Well, there ya go, Tim's made the magic first move. I go, "Um, yeah, what'd
you have in mind?" We make plans for me to meet him in our usual spot and we'll screw in his mother's SUV. Now I need to ask Ryan if I can use the Mini tonight. When I ask, he's like, "Absolutely! Definitely! And thank you for not giving me a guilty conscience about tonight. It's going to be me and
you, um, either Friday or Saturday night. Oh, wait. It might be Sunday night again like last week, but I want you to come with Mike and me tomorrow night. We're eating out and catching a movie." I go, "Oh, um, no, Albert. I'd feel funny doing that. You two go." He tells me we'll talk about it. After an awkward dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Wilcox I meet Timmy around nine o'clock and it's an okay time. We have two, two minute fucks and I sucked him off once before we fucked and once after. Later we get some ice cream at the Dairy Queen where we run into Bradford and that older guy, Ollie, Then Tim introduces me to a couple of his ex-classmates from senior year. They seem so young although none of them are what I'd call cute or sexy.
Friday we have a game to play. Logan, aka Freckles, and I goof around on the bench all game talking about sex. He said he's definitely going to let me blow him, and I ask, "Can I stick my fingers up your ass too?" He laughs and laughs, but I'd love to suck his freckled cock. He's looking uber cute to me by now and it takes a concerted effort to keep my hands off him. Nice body on that kid! Then I tell him about my awesome barbering skills and how I'd be happy to give him a free haircut. He laughs and laughs some more. Nice red hair on that kid. Freckles is a touchy/feely kid and he touches me more than I touch him. He's always knocking my hat off to rub my hair, making fun of my haircut, but saying it looks good on me. He's not shy about telling me I'm cute and sexy, plus he really seems to like me, but I know he'll never have the balls to pull off what I can tell he wants to do. If I had more time with him, saw him more often than just the games and church, I'd help him experiment with gay sex. We won't have the time though. Logan's destined to be my biggest cock teaser in Georgia, unless maybe it's Dog.
It's Sunday after a baseball game that Ryan and I finally get together and get it on. Excellent sex just as hot as last Sunday so my spirits are up again Monday morning, but with some concern too. I'm concerned I'll have the same sexual relief this coming week that I had last week. No Jeff, some Timmy, and one night with Ryan. Here's the thing though: this coming weekend I'm going home for a couple of days, so no matter what happens this week I've got the weekend with Robby coming up. At work it's business as usual, and
sex-wise it's just like I feared . Monday turns into Tuesday, then Wednesday goes by with me mostly in my room after dinner. I haven't even hooked up with Tim this week, never mind Jeff, and while Ryan's full of promises something always comes up that prevents us from getting together for side-sex.
Then at work on Thursday some kind of potential problem develops, although I can't imagine what it might be. Ryan comes back from a meeting with his boss, Josh Day, and now he's just sitting at his desk doing nothing, and that's weirdly unusual. Maybe he's thinking about, um, I don't know what. I glance at him every once in a while starting to worry about some nameless problem for Ryan. He's been sitting there so long the guys are starting to exchange glances like, 'What's up with the boss?' Usually he's all over the place and rarely sits at his desk. Just before I'm about to ask him if he's okay, he gets up and comes over to me as Dog and I are opening a new box of computer components. Ryan taps my shoulder from behind and I do a little jump, startled. He says, "Danny, can I have a word with you?" What the fuck? I mumble, "Sure," and follow him out of the work area into the reception area where the African American lady sits doing her job of directing incoming calls for Josh's division. We go into a small conference room where Ryan says, "Sit down and I'll tell you what Josh hit me with a little while ago. Um, it's like this: He wants me to offer a weeks severance pay to any two guys who agree to break their ten week contract as of today." Taking a deep breath, he goes, "I'm thinking you'll probably be interested in doing that, so I offer it to you first." What? I don't know what I'm feeling right now, so to skirt the issue, I say, "But you said everyone is guaranteed the ten weeks."
Ryan's looking down shaking his head, then he looks at me, "Yes, everyone signed a contract with Lockheed-Martin that guarantees them ten weeks work. We all signed as independent-contractors and now Josh is offering a, um, a bribe I guess to get around that contact with two of you guys. We'll finish the project more than two weeks sooner than Josh projected so his planning skills aren't looking too good. Basically he's scrambling for a way out." I frown, "Do you want me to leave?" He goes, "NO! That's the last thing I want, but I thought you might want to. Do you?" I make a face, then nod my head, "Yeah, I guess I do, but I'll miss you. The guys too, of course, especially Dog. Sammy too." Ryan sighs, "I know I've been unfair to you by spending my free time with Mike, and I'm sorry." I go, "No, Ryan, you're getting on with your life. I think that's great." He asks, "Do you want to think about this for awhile?" I go, "Nah, I'm homesick, plus you and me, um, ya know. I'm sort of in the way now." He's shaking his head again, "You're not in the way. Don't say that." I go, "Yeah, since you and Mike, I'm the third wheel, so ta speak."
It's a few awkward silent seconds before Ryan says, "Yeah, I guess I see why you'd say that, but it not the way I feel. I'd never think you were in the way. If I thought I still had a chance with you... oh never mind. I know now I don't have a chance." I don't know what to say. Ryan forces a smile, trying for a positive note, "Well, those first five weeks we had together were a damn good time, don't ya think?" I force a smile too, shrugging and saying, "Absolutely, I mean if we can cherry pick the good days driving down here. Eliminate some of the low points during that trip, but other than that the first month in Marietta was a really good time. You were great, seriously. The last two weeks, well, ya know how that went." He takes my hand, "You're my first love, Dylan. Hell, I'll always love you. I'll miss you, um, but I already said that, didn't I?"
We both have teary eyes because we both know this is the end of something, something more than me working another three weeks here. Sure, we'll probably do some buddy side-sex back at school but it'll never be the same again. During Ryan's and my two year relationship there was always the possibility it might turn out to be Ryan and me, instead of Robby and me, moving on with our lives together. There were short periods of time when I wasn't sure
how it would turn out myself. When push comes to shove it wasn't even close and now we both know I'm never going to fall in love with Ryan, not like I'm in love with Robby. It simply isn't ever going to happen. That possibility has been laid to rest for good and that'll surely change how we are with each other from now on. I finally mumble, "Guess I'm going home for good now, Albert," and we stand up together and give each other a tight hug. Ryan says, "I'm gonna miss you so fucking much." Breaking our hug, he mutters, "Josh will want to talk to you sometime today and now I gotta to talk to each of the other guys." Walking out of the room I'm feeling a little shaky because this is so unexpected, so sudden and final, but a tickling thrill creeps into my brain... I'm going home.
Thank you for reading this Dylan series. Next one will be coming soon. The next series is... DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME
Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com
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