Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 73

by Donny Mumford

Ryan's embraced being 'in charge' of our relationship, permanently putting his super-submissive ways behind him. When we do sub/dom sex together it's mild compared to our earlier sub/dom sex and not remotely anything like he's experienced at the hands of monsters in the past. He says I've helped him find his true nature, his comfort zone that turns out to completely different from what he thought it was. I'm nor claiming I purposely helped him find himself, but apparently I inadvertently did. In any case Ryan no longer feels he deserves the inhuman treatment he subjected himself to at the hands of those sick fucks. It's never been clear to me why he felt he deserved being treated like that in the first place, and he probably doesn't know why himself. Anyway let's assume I did help him and that now maybe he'll inadvertently help me. It's like this: I'm thinking maybe I need someone in charge, like Ryan. Someone who won't always let me have my own way. I pretty much always get my way with Robby, and Chubby's basically been spoiling me all my life. It's hard for me to admit stuff like that but it's true and I'm guessing part of maturing is me accepting that everything isn't going to be exactly the way I want. Plus, I kinda like following orders and having someone in charge. At least I think I do, so we'll see.

It's not that I can't take responsibility for things when I must, but I'd rather not if there's an acceptable alternative. Ha ha, that's so lame of me and maybe I'll feel differently sometime in the future, but for now that's how I feel. If that sounds immature as well as lame it's probably because I am immature. I'm thinking that spending the summer with Ryan will be good for me although it is intimidating in some ways because it's something I've never done before. Other than staying at Chubby's condo, I've rarely stayed over someone's house for a single night, and now I'll be spending ten weeks away from home. Plus I won't have my brother to hold my hand if something troubling happens. Still, I'm determined to see if Ryan is who I need at this time in my life. I love Robby and expect we'll be together permanently when everything's said and done, and I'm going to miss him this summer something awful. I'll miss Chubby even more and I'll miss my mom and Tris too, and Seth and Sonny and everyone back home. I'll miss them all, but I'm hoping to finally grow up a little this summer and I'm assuming a change of scenery might help me do that. The status quo certainly hasn't made me change my approach to life. It's been a cushy and comfortable ride for me so far, so I'll try this new adventure of sorts and maybe I'll be better because of it. I'm probably never going to be a 'leader' anyway so I might as well learn to accept following orders without pouting when I don't like something. Heh heh, of course I could be totally wrong about all of this. It'll be interesting finding out if I am. Maybe Ryan being 'in charge' for an extended period of time won't work for me. It's never worked for long with Willie in charge, so maybe I've fooled myself into thinking I like taking orders. I'll find that out this summer... maybe.

We're in Ryan's dorm room and he's just asked me to get undressed. He watches me do that, but I don't care because I've never been shy about being naked. When I pull down my cargo pants and underwear Ryan smiles at my semi-boner. He knows I sprung that thing because he bossily laid out the rules for my haircut. Sure, I pitched a bitch about it initially, but he put his foot down and I reluctantly gave in to him. Then he over-rode my plans to spend some time at home with my family after my last final exam. He's insisting we begin driving to Georgia that day. See, he doesn't give in to me and I kinda like that because it's a form of dominance that I can respect. Anyway, he smiles at my semi-boner and then gives me one of his special kisses. After that he mumbles, "Stand still for me, Dylan," and he's takes my cock in his fists and strokes it with me grunting quietly. While still stroking my dick Ryan's other hand is squeezing my balls tightly. I start squirming and he murmurs, "Steady, Dylan." He strokes and strokes while squeezing my balls until my cock's so hard it's sticking straight out, all six-plus inches of it with the foreskin stretched off the head. My cock's so hard it barely moves when we walk around the room picking up discarded clothing and used towels. He says, "Freddie's a good guy but he's a bit of a slob. I'm always picking up after him. Right from the get-go you and me are going to keep our room neat, right?" I go, Uh huh, Ryan." Mostly I'm staring at my immobile boner and taking quiet deep breathes because my dick feels so good. This baby is one hard boner and I expect to have many of these extra hard boners this summer while living with and working for Ryan.

When we've pick-up most of the stuff off the floor, including my own clothes that I dropped there, Ryan kisses me again and slides his tongue across my cheek to murmur, "What do you think I'd want you to do now, Dylan?" I grin at him while rubbing my fingers though his latest barbershop preppy haircut, still pissed off he didn't let me give him the haircut. Then I guess what he's thinking, "Would it be you want me to rim your asshole." He goes, "BINGO! We got bingo here folks" I chuckle dropping to my knees. Rimming is a submissive sex act I'm fond of doing precisely because it is so submissive. Ryan unbuttons his pants and pulls them halfway down his legs. Then grinning down at me he holds out his cock. Apparently he wants me to suck his big cock before rimming his ass. It never ceases to amaze me that his smallish frame includes that huge penis and those low hanging big balls of his. It's a hell of a penis, but it looks odd hanging between his thin legs. Taking it in my fingers it feels heavy and it's thick too. I shiver knowing it'll be up my ass in a little while, and I do mean all of it. My cock's already poker-hard but it seems to tighten-up even more knowing I'll soon be getting fucked by Ryan's ginormous cock.

I suck the big head into my mouth and lick all around the foreskin and then get the tip of my tongue under the foreskin with Ryan moving his feet, making quiet grunting sounds, and rubbing my head. Sucking in a couple of inches of shaft, and that plus the large head is a real mouthful. His cock is firming-up nicely so I take it from my mouth and do long licks starting at his nuts licking up to the top of his cock's head, and then over the head and down the other side. Lick after lick on his hardening cock, and then I stroke it while licking his big nuts. My licks extend into his pubic hair flattening them against his body with saliva. Licking under his scrotum near his asshole I notice Ryan's scent is very strong down here today, and while I usually find his scent pleasant and sexy it's getting kinda ripe around his balls and asshole. I stroke my own boner a few times while trying to lick over to his asshole, but I'm unable to stretch my neck enough to reach it. Back to licking his balls and up his stiff cock again until I feel his precum on my cheek. Ryan gasps, stepping back chuckling, then saying, "Oh my god, Dylan, you suck cock awesomely, but I'm dripping precum now so ya better get around behind me and rim my asshole. Heh heh, I'll probably have a premature climax like I'm a novice kid experiencing gay sex for the first time, but you do oral sex so good I'll take that chance."

Walking on my knees I get behind Ryan and spread his buttocks, then do a long lap up his ass crack and right over his asshole. Very strong, ripe scent back here too, and it has me gasping a little, but it's a sexy turn-on scent too. Very much a sexy, albeit slightly raunchy, male smell. Letting go of one butt cheek I drop my hand down stroking my boner fast and tight. Ryan reaches back slapping at my hands, "Please don't touch yourself, Dylan, I'll make you climax. This isn't a circle jerk we're doing here." He's getting into his dominant frame of mind now, and he had just enough annoyance in his voice to bring a little more submissiveness to my brain. Like I'm always saying, rimming is the most submissive sex act I know, which is why I like doing it. If Ryan wants to get stern with me too so much the better. Sucking cock is good, but there's nothing like rimming a guy's ass to put me in my place and remind me who's the dominant one here. Licking quickly over his asshole a dozen times gets his anus lips loose enough to force my tongue

in a little ways. Ugh, there's a very acrid taste of shit residue but I eliminate it quickly with fast tongue thrusts. My arms are around his thighs with my face flat against his ass and I'm beginning to feel that dreamy submissive state of mind gathering strength.

I don't know how long I've been rimming him when Ryan finally steps away, exclaiming, "Goddamn that felt good. Unfortunately if you do any more of it I'll be shooting cum all over the room. Whew, heh heh, oh wow that's sexy hot stuff, Dylan." I sit back on my ankles feeling good and mildly submissive. Ryan's being playful more than dominant so my submissive sense hasn't fully taken hold, but that's okay too. I watch him walking around the room taking deep breaths. It's kinda funny seeing him so aroused. He takes one last deep breath and catches me playing with myself again. I didn't even realize I was doing it. He says, "What'd I tell you about that!" I pull my hand away and he comes over shaking his head and grinning. He holds a water bottle to my lips and I drink some, then murmur, "Thanks." Putting the water bottle on his desk, he says, "Get up please, Dylan." I stand and he tells me, "I'm hoping to extend both of our feelings of sexual arousal as long as I can before fucking your pretty ass. If I fucked you now I'd cum in thirty seconds." He takes my hand leading me to his bed, "Sit there on the edge of the bed, baby, while I take my clothes off." I watch him undress and wow! Obviously it's not like I haven't seen his hot body many times, but seeing it always surprises me a little. He's amazingly well built, especially considering his smallish stature. And then there's his big cock, hard and listing to the side being too heavy to stick straight out like mine was a little while ago. My dick has softened to only a semi-boner status as I sit here. He takes his glasses off and puts them on the bedside table. I'm like, "No, you look cute in those glasses, Ryan. Wear them." He says, "No, not now," and he pushes me gently back on the mattress and lays on top of me. Oh fuck, the feel of a guy's naked skin on my naked skin is so sexy, so nice. My feet are still on the floor with the tips of Ryan's toes just touching the tops of my feet. He intertwines our fingers and stretches my arms out while kissing me with his tongue doing sexy magical things in my mouth. Like I said, my boner had lost some of it's stiffness but with Ryan's hot body on me and his tongue in my mouth my boner comes back to almost a painful hardness, stretching my foreskin. Our boners are squeezed between our stomachs with Ryan's reaching a little over two inches above mine.

He lifts his head looking down at me and acts serious now, "I love you, Dylan. I love feeling your naked body against mine and I love looking at your beautiful face and smelling your sexy smell and tasting you mouth, and most of all I love that you'll be all mine this summer and I won't need to share you with anybody." I'm staring into his big, brown puppy dog eyes thinking, huh, they seem naked without his glasses. I've always liked Ryan's little out-of-style round glasses that he continues wearing only because I once told him I like him in those glasses. His nose is so cute I'd like to bite it and he has the thin well-shaped eyebrows I think are a nice facial feature. I like his longish eyelashes and those sexy lips of his too. He's pretty special even if nobody but me seems to recognize that fact. I'm the only real boyfriend he's ever had and it makes me sad that his sadistic sex partners, while treating Ryan like shit, didn't even like him. They treated him like a sex toy they could abuse and smack around. Not me, I see how special he is. Almost right from the first time we had sex I've had the hots for him. Who knows exactly why some guys have that effect on me. Ya know, it makes me feel good that Ryan thinks our relationship has done a lot for his confidence and helped him finally realize he doesn't need to subject himself

to the mistreatment he so often accepted in the past. He sadly was partially drawn to those sick fucks out of loneliness. That makes me sad for him too, but glad for him that he's found some happiness in his life.

Ryan squirms on top of me as we're making-out again. Making-out with a cute sexy guys is grossly underrated. I love doing it and what an awesome make-out artist Ryan is. Finally though we both need to come up for air, gasping a little. He gets us situated properly on the bed lengthwise, the way we'd be if we were going to sleep. We're side by side on top of the bedspread with our naked bodies touching from our shoulders to our feet. Ryan has his arm under my neck and my head pulled over so my forehead's against his cheek with the curly whiskers of his sideburn tickling a little. We lay here like this while Ryan tells me about his Georgia house and his room and it begins to sound like a mini version of Willie's place without the outside sports areas that are behind Willie's mansion. Ryan doesn't live in a mansion, but it sounds like it might be the second most impressive house I've ever been in. His father's a senior vice president of the Lockheed Martin Aerospace corporation's plant in Marietta, Georgia. That's where we'll live... in the town, not the plant. Mr. Wilcocks runs the plant and Ryan goes on describing it in more detail than I care to know, but I like listening to Ryan's voice. He's another one of those guys that has a sexy boyish voice. When he stops talking for a few seconds, I ask him, "Um, can you sing, Ryan? You have a nice voice." He laughs, "Hey, thanks! And yeah I can sing pretty good as a matter of fact. I was in the church choir from middle school until I graduated high school. Had quite a few solos too. Funny you should ask me that." I look at him, "I'll bet I learn a lot of things about you this summer, things I never expected." He goes, "Good things I hope. I'm gonna love you and take care of you Dylan, and make sure you're comfortable and feeling appreciated. I know it'll be a great summer, and it's not gonna be all work

and no play. On weekends I'm taking you on trips and one of those trips will be back to you home in Framingham. That's if you don't mind me coming along on your trip home." I don't say it, but oh no, that's not a good idea. It could be a very dicey situation with Ryan there. I mean he'll want to sleep with me like we do at his house, and then there's Robby to think of. Jeez, I don't know. For now though I simply go, "Un huh. Um, you've met my mom right?" He goes, "No, I don't think I have, but I'd love to."

I change the subject, "Where else will we go?" He says, "We'll decide that together, Dylan. There's some areas of interest not too far from where I live. Um, I'm not always going to be bossing you around ya know. You won't be my prisoner, you're my guest. I'm confident you'll be happy with our life there, and hopefully you'll even consider living with me more than just this summer." I ask, "Whaddaya mean?" He grins at me lifting up off the bed supporting himself on his elbow. Grinning and looking down at me, he shrugs like he's hesitant to say what he's thinking. Then he lowers his head rubbing his nose against mine. A quick kiss, and he says, "I don't know, but I was thinking maybe you and me could share an apartment during our junior year

at Merrimack. I'm hoping by the end of the summer you'll consider doing that." Damn, he does looks sexy and cute, but pump the breaks on him and me in an apartment next years. I don't say that though, instead I reach up and put my arm around the back of his neck pulling his head down for another kiss hoping to distract him from the sharing-an-apartment discussion. Of course, how do I know it couldn't happen? I'm glad to be with him now and I'm cautiously optimistic about this summer, but that's miles away from sharing an apartment with just Ryan. He doesn't press the point and instead tells me other good things I'll experience in Georgia. Obviously he's sticking to the pluses, although there must be some negatives. I ask him about the weather in Georgia during the summer, and he goes, "Sure, it's warm in the summer. I mean we are the state next to Florida." Yeah, it'll be warm like ninety-five fucking degrees, but we'll mostly be in air conditioned comfort too. Ryan says, "Hey, we could have a weekend at Disney World. You missed that trip last week so we'll go there together. I know all the tricks of getting through the lines quickly. We'll buy the express passes for one thing. Oh man, yeah, we gotta do that." He's cute when he gets excited. I see the little boy that's in all of us show itself when he gets excited. Kinda cute. So cute I interrupt his monologue by kissing him in the middle of his sentence. My tongue's in his mouth for a change, and our boners come back for the third or forth time since we got here. I guess I'm on board with Ryan's plans, the haircuts and driving to Georgia and whatever the fuck that other stuff he said we'd be doing. We kiss and grope each other for a few hot sexy minutes and then lay quietly together thinking our own thoughts.

Finally I ask, "What are you thinking about, Ryan?" he shrugs, "Oh, what I usually think about, which is you and me together this summer. Just so I'm clear about this, you're okay with everything I've mentioned, right?" This reminds me so much of Robby laying out his plans for us presently, and in our later married life together. Yeah, but I guess this is different because Ryan's proposing plans for something immediate, not pie in the sky stuff that may or may not ever happen two or three years from now. I answer his question with, "Yeah, sure. I'm good with everything." He says, "I'm not going to have an argument on my hands every time I tell you to do something, right? That would suck." I go, "I just told you I'm good with everything. What else do you want me to say?" Ryan goes, "Yeah, okay, don't get upset or you'll need a spanking." He forces a chuckle as I give him a blank stare. He adds, "Um, I just wanted to be sure I explained everything. That's only fair," and with surprising ease he gets me turned over on my stomach, saying, "I want you on all fours now, Dylan." Oh goodie! That's one of my very favorite ways of getting fucked.

Damn, I'm kinda hot and aroused for some sex, shocker there fer sure. Anticipating doing it doggy style has me almost whining with desire. I think of his big cock and try remembering the last time we did it. Wasn't it a couple of weeks ago? Or was it more recent than that? Ryan gets up on his knees behind me and instead of sticking his dick up my ass he spanks my ass hard, saying, "I think you probably want a spanking first. Lets just say this spanking is for all the complaining and nagging you did about your haircut, for one thing. We'll forget the other things you complained about." Holy shit! I thought we were going to fuck. He starts whacking away on my ass and that kid is strong so I'm soon groveling around yelling, "Ow! Ow! Dammit! Ow! as he spanks me. Repeated smacks on the same spot really begins hurting and I scream, "No more, Ryan, please! What the fuck?! I got it, no complaining, OW!" He stops and I lay flat on my stomach with my ass cheeks stinging like they're on fire. Ryan's breathing hard groping himself. Oh yeah, that's right, he gets a boner being spanked or doing the spanking. I'm looking back at him with a pissed off expression on my face. Ryan gets a concerned look and lays next to me kissing the side of my face, then he says, "Well, don't be a naughty boy and you won't get spanked." I can't believe I have tears in my eyes as I say in a pissed-off fashion, "That fucking hurt, and if this is what you have in mind for this summer, think again!" He looks startled and goes, "Okay, I'm sorry, but I thought you like being spanked. I was just playing the sub/dom game." I go, "Well now you know, I don't like getting spanked that hard and anyway I'm outgrowing my fondness for getting spanked. A couple of ass smacks is cool, but not a full-blown spanking. That's for kids and you over did it big time." He looks at me like he can't believe what he's hearing, then he goes, "Oh, okay, now I know. I won't do it again. I'm sorry, I thought... well I promise not to spank you that hard again. Okay?" I do another shrug muttering, "Yeah, whatever. You better not." Then I'm feeling like maybe I'm over reacted, maybe coming on like a pussy. No need to act like pussy, plus I guess he didn't know I've been changing my mind about spankings and I can't remember telling him. His arm goes across by back as he grins at me, then trying to be funny, he mumbles, "Ya big baby," and then kisses me again. I say, "I'm not fucking kidding around about this, Ryan." He says, "Don't be mad, Dylan. Is your rear end too sore for my dick?" I mutter, "Yeah, it is as a matter of fact," then realize I'm pouting again. Goddammit!

Ryan lazily runs his fingers through my hair, still grinning at me and trying to make light of me being angry. He says, "I'll wait until you tell me it's okay." I make a 'face' at him, and then try lightening up the mood myself, saying, "Oh fuck! I'm pouting again, aren't I?" He nods his head, "Yes, I believe you are. We'll work on that together, okay? Hey, are you serious about not liking spankings anymore?" I go, "Yeah, sort of, but I overreacted a little because it took me by surprise. I stupidly thought you were going to fuck me. Dumb me." He laughs, "Yeah, why would you think that just because we both had boners and I told you to get on all fours. Why in the world would you& think we'd be fucking doggy style?." It's my turn to go up on my elbow and look down at him and run my fingers through his hair, saying, "Yeah why would I? Forget about the ass spanking, just don't do it again." Then to kind of make-up, I go, "You've got nice hair," and he says, "Yep, you told me that before. And you also said I have a perfect hairline too." I smirk, "Did I say perfect? Are you sure? I would have thought I'd have said you have a 'good' hairline, not a perfect one. " He chuckles, "No, I'm remembering you said perfect." I trace the pad of my index finger on his right eyebrow, murmuring, "Sometimes I exaggerate to make someone feel good, but have I ever mentioned that you have perfect eyebrows?" He laughs and goes, "No, I don't believe you have," and I grin, "Well, they are perfect, and the same for your eyelashes." Rubbing the pad of my finger down his nose, I murmur, "Perfect nose too and your eyes are pretty. You're kinda cute actually and kinda sexy as well." He swallows noisily, "Tell me more, Dylan." The back of my fingers ruffle through the short curly whiskers on the point of his chin, murmuring, "These are so sexy and cool looking, and your skimpy mustache is fucking adorable. I love feeling it against my top lip when we kiss. You're also the best kisser and best make-out ever," He smiles, "Well than, you've just made me feel better about myself than I ever imagined possible. You compliment my looks when you have the sexiest and most gorgeous face in America." I ask, "How 'bout the rest of the world?" He chuckles, "I don't know too much about the rest of the world," and quick as a cat he's up, and between my legs.

I look back at him, asking, "Am I getting another spanking?" He's on his knees shaking his head, saying, "Nope, no more spankings," and he leans down and does a nice kiss on each of my butt cheeks. I chuckle, "That's right, kiss my ass, boy." He says, "I want to make amends for spanking you, and now that I've done that by kissing your ass, how about sucking my cock again so I can give you a good hard fucking." I ask, "Your boner went down already? The one you got from spanking the shit out of me, almost literally." He frowns, "I didn't get a boner from spanking you! I didn't like doing it either, but I thought you liked it." I mutter, "Liar," and Ryan lays on his side holding his cock in his fingers stroking the foreskin on and off the head. I watch for a few seconds than want a taste so I move down the bed until I'm laying with my head next to his crotch, again noticing the ripe smell around his balls. When we were making out his skin smelled sexy and nice, but down here it's a different story. He had to have left Georgia early in the morning to catch a plane that would get him here by two o'clock. So maybe he didn't shower this morning, although that would be unusual for Ryan. He's usually very clean. I wouldn't think of hurting his feeling by mentioning his crotch odor of course, and anyway I'm not opposed to a little grunge once in awhile. He slides his cock across my lips and I open my mouth taking it from his fingers and sliding the head in my mouth on my tongue.

I sucked his cock about a half hour ago so it's clean and it taste pretty good. Lately I've been thinking of trying some urine play to see what that's all about. That's part of my goofy notion that it'd be fun having more than two fetishes. I've got the submissive one and my haircut fetish. Yeah, I forgot about my haircut fetish. I mean when I was arguing about getting another of Ryan's special haircuts. He's good at that particular haircut and because of my fetish it could make me cum in my pants, so there's that benefit to counter balance a too-short haircut. Trying to find another fetish for myself I've tried licking Robby's feet a few times but I can't really say that did much for me other than bring on a submissive sense. Other things get me feeling submissive better than licking his feet, so that fetish is out. Same for a leather fetish because while leather has a nice smell, it doesn't get me sexually excited at all, and I know without a shadow of a doubt I don't have, and don't want to have a feces fetish, yuck! I don't know any other fetishes although I think there are hundreds. Ones I'd never imagine. I suck on the head of Ryan's cock for a minute thinking those thoughts, then take his cock out, asking, "Have you ever thought of trying urine play? You know, in some way connected with sex. A urine fetish in other words" He laughs, then goes, "Um, that would be an emphatic 'no'! Why, have you thought about it? " I go, "I've not really thought too much about it. More like, I was wondering about it." He laughs again, then asks, "You want me to piss on you? Remember the time I pissed in your mouth a little? I really don't want to do that again. It reminds me too much of what certain cretins did to me." I go, "No, I don't recall that, but I'll take your word for it and I also don't want to remind you of cretins." He's grinning shaking his head like he can't believe I asked that. Then he says, "You never remind me of those cretins, Dylan, but maybe I'll be finding out things about you this summer too, huh?" I go, "Probably not, I'm an open book so you know everything about me already," and I go back to sucking and licking his cock.

As sensations from his hardening cock grow, Ryan starts sucking on his lips making a wet sound and squirming on the bed. He grunts, then asks, "Can you take it in your throat, Dylan?" I remove his boner from my mouth again and hold it in my fingers, asking, "Are you out of your fucking mind? Nobody could take your penis in their throat. That thing is too fat. To start with the head would never fit. Maybe an accomplished sword swallower or one of those idiots that put torches down their throat could get your boner in their throat, but no normal person could." He takes his boner from me and strokes it, mumbling, "Well you could at least try it one of these days. Actually I think you did it once before." As Ryan's stroking his cock I notice his foreskin isn't moving up and back like earlier. That's because his cock's grown a little longer now that it's really hard. Ryan does a last stroke with a moan, "Mmmm, that feels good," then he tells me, "Get over on your back, okay?" and he strokes himself again, grunting, "Ohh, mmm!" I flop over on my back staring at his big boner, amazed it fits up my ass. Ryan leans over and gets a container of KY jelly from the night stand, saying, "I'm gonna use lots of lube, Dylan. I don't want it to hurt too much." Then he gets between my legs spreading KY jelly on his cock, his fist squeezing his huge boner tightly as he strokes it. I watch his fist sliding in the jelly going up and down on that big hard organ of his. Then, with his cock glistening with gel, he pushes jelly up my ass, then gets a finger in there rubbing my prostate with me going, "Mmmm, oooh, ummm." When he's got my asshole and his boner lubed, he says, "Pull your legs back." I do that as he grabs a pillow wiping KY jelly off his hand onto the pillow case, then he gets a hand under my ass lifting me so he can slip the pillow under the small of my back. His bicep muscle bulges as I gawk at it... what the fuck? I go, "Um, Hercules, how much can you lift with one arm?" He's on his knees with his legs spread, his boner in his hand poking the head at my anus. He goes, "I don't know, but I only lifted part of you and you had your legs held back, so... " Then I go, "Ahh, ooh!" as the lips of my asshole begin spreading painfully. Ryan has a look of anticipation on his face as he slowly pushes the head of his cock halfway in. Somehow his huge cock seems scarier when I'm watching it disappear inside me. Ryan's biting his bottom lip now as he stares at his cock's head going slowly inside my ass and then, Umpth!" from me as it forces it's way past my outer sphincter muscle. "Oooh, ummm, Ryan," and he looks up, "You okay, babe?" I nod my head, "Yeah, go slow though. It feels extra large today."

After we stare at each other for a bit, he grins mischievously and humps his hips forward forcing two more inches of his boner very tightly up my ass with my back arching off the bed and me groining, "Aaaaahhhh, oh fuck, that's big." He leans over me quietly saying, "Hey, Babe, it's not like we haven't screwed before. You're tense from thinking about a lot of things all at once. When we're into doing this regularly you'll loosen up in there again like in the past. I thought I'd better use the lube for awhile, but remember when we were fucking three and four times a day? I got your ass loosened up good, but it'll feel tight and maybe hurt a little until we get back into our habit of frequent fucking. You'll see, when we're home it'll be all

pleasure. I promise, okay?" Sweat's popped out on my forehead as I nod, "Yeah, I remember. This hurts, but it feels good at the same time. I'm not complaining." Biting his bottom lip again he leans into me and his hard boner

slides in another two inches hurting me and my back arches again, but this

time I don't cry out. My eyes are glued to his groin seeing only a few inches of cock still outside my ass. His dark pubic hair contrast with the pale stretched skin of his cock. I can't see his big nuts but I'll soon be feeling them bouncing off my buttocks when he's all the way in and fucking me steadily. "Almost there, Dylan," and he humps forward as I go, "Argggg, ooh

fuck, yeah," and breathe deeply. He leans against my ass and his cock goes in the last half inch and he's flat against me now. The pain slowly fade and then it's, "Oooh, feels good now, Ryan." He smiles, murmuring, "I'm glad, Dylan, it's stressful seeing you in pain. But I gotta say you've got the most primo ass ever. Your asshole grips my cock like a tight elastic band. Goddamn it feels good."

I gulp and gasp as he begins pulling his cock back which sets my prostate bell ringing, ding-a-ling-a-ling. I'm squirming on the bed with nerve ending in my rectum sparking. There's definitely a lot to be said for a big cock and if Ryan's isn't the biggest one that's ever been up my ass, it's a close second. Ray's cock has that marvelously absurd mushroom head on it, but I can't think of another boner as big as Ryan's. I've read though that there are foot long cocks on a few lucky guys. Love to experience that sometime. Ryan and I take a deep breath at the same time, and then he pushes his boner back up inside me and I moan, "Aaaaahhh, oh fuck that's good," and with a nod of his head the sounds of steady male fucking begins, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," as I'm moving on the bed with my eyes closed moaning in sexual pleasure. My walnut-shaped prostate gland is alive with powerful pleasure sensations as all the nerve endings there begin doing their awesome thing. My prostate will contribute to my eventual ejaculation too. A multi-tasking gland and one of my very favorite of all the glands in my body. Friggin' nature, huh? The anus and prostate gland together are a magnificent erogenous zone.

Ryan's doing quiet, "Ooh, ooh, ooh," moans with each penetration. My internal sphincter is programmed to tightens around anything pushed up my ass, in this case Ryan's huge boner and that's what he means by an elastic gripping his boner. The intense sexual sensations inside me grow and grow until I can barely keep from screaming. Ryan's boner gets thicker, the head especially, as it plows up my ass over and over. It's sexual pleasure too intense to differentiate between my incredibly sensitized anus and the pleasure pulsating from my prostate as the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds of his body smacking into my ass continue steadily. His swinging balls smack into the bottom of my buttocks getting harder with each thrust up my ass. All around my pelvic area there's a glow of exploding nerve endings that has my boner sticking straight up. Ryan reaches over and takes hold of my throbbing boner and strokes it in time with his thrusting. "Slap, slap, slap, and it's

on me now. I grunt and groan lifting my head as I arch my back and spastically hump my hips and squeal with cum pumping out of my cock in a nice arc that might come down on my face, but it hits just under my chin spattering there creamily with droplets flying up and over to my face and some hitting my chest. Then another squeal with me feeling dizzy from the intense sensations in my ass and hard cock... another shot of cum flies out and this one has less of an arc splashing on my chest with some of my spunk puddling in my nip ring. I'm gulping as cum drools out of my cock now and then I limply lay flat on the bed seeing stars. Pleasure sensations warmly spread all around my groin and belly, and there goes my shoulders doing their shudder again.

It's deep breaths as my fading orgasm drifts away leaving a pleasant satisfied feeling behind. My limp body continues being jostled by Ryan's thrusting, but not for long as Ryan gasps and slams into me going, "Ooh, ooh. aaaahhh," and my insides feel the flood of cum from his nuts filling my bowels. He looks almost frightened by his climax as he humps desperately against my buttocks probably shooting more semen inside me. He goes, "Oh my god," and does long lazy thrusts breathing deeply and noisily before stopping. His face is flush, his big brown eyes droopy, his mouth open a little as he's gazing at me. Then he pulls his slimy cock out of my ass and falls forward onto me. His cock slides against my stomach smearing a combination of KY jelly, his cum, and god only knows what else between us. I can feel his heart thundering away as his deep breathing continues.

When his heart rate and breathing are pretty much back to normal he kisses me on the mouth and rolls off me to lie on his back next to me. I look over at his face and he slowly turns his head to look at me. We both grin and he murmurs, "All fucking summer fucking, Dylan. Dude, it's going to be a summer for the ages. Don't ya think?" He looks so happy, but I can only nod my head a little still enthralled with my hot orgasm. Finally I manage to mumble, "Oh man, you're probably right, Ryan, that was awesome. I really liked the KY jelly joining the party too. Thanks for thinking of it." He goes, "Well okay then, I'll stock up on it." We chuckle at that, then he goes, "After a few weeks of steady fucking though you probably won't really need it. Your saliva on my cock, plus my precum will be all the lubricant we'll need. I wasn't using a lube last year and you took my big boy without too much complaining. It's just a matter of me getting your rectum conditioned again." The thought of that makes my shoulders shudder a little. I say, "You know best, Ryan. Um, I love the way you fuck, the hurt and all. Damn, you fuck good." He rolls up on his side then leans down to kiss me and quietly says, "Thanks, Dylan, that makes me feel good." He pushes my bangs back, saying, "Haircut for you tomorrow." I nod my head still hating the idea. It's futile to argue about it and I'm tired of discussing it, especially since it doesn't do any good anyway. That being said, I can't help myself, "Um, does it have to be your special white-sidewalls haircut, Ryan." He gives me a 'look' so I say, "Never mind. Pretend I didn't say anything." He goes, "Okay, but can we agree not to talk about it anymore? Please! Just accept it." I nod and put my arm over his side looking up at him, saying, "Okay, I promise, but I get to give you haircuts too. Right?" He says, "Of course! Fuck, you've given me almost all my haircuts the last two years. Why would that change?" I shrug, satisfied with that much of a concession.

He lays back down on the bed and we talk awhile about the fast approaching summer vacation with me again asking for reassurance his parents are okay with all Ryan's plans, especially the one where I sleep with him. That one seems like something a parent would 't necessarily be thrilled about. He reassures me they're on board with everything, but I'm still skeptical although I stop asking about it. What I'm wondering about now, but don't mention, is how much parenting Mr. and Mrs, Wilcox will be doing where I'm concerned. From what Ryan's told me in the past, he's an only child adored by his parents, which is fine. He's never mentioned anything about them disciplining him though, or anything about how much he's restricted from doing things, like staying out late. I wonder if there are things he's expected to do at home too, and I wonder how formal his parents are. I'm used to almost zero restrictions in the way of parenting because mom wasn't usually around when I was. I was at school when she was home and she was at work when I was home. Same for Chubby and Tris. Chubby and I built up trust at an early age by never getting into trouble, none that the moms found out about anyway. We took care of our problems ourselves. This summer there will be a father overseeing Ryan and me at work, and a stay at home mother at other times. Well hell, the mother and father will both be present before and after work. Ryan description of life in Georgia didn't cover anything about his parents' parenting skills. I'm gonna delve into this topic when the opportunity arises, but right after fucking does not seem like the right time.

Interrupting Ryan's latest description of the finished basement in his house, my cell phone beeps. I look at Ryan and he says, "Maybe you should see who that is." I make a face because I don't want to get up, but I do. Naked, I walk over to where I put my cargo pants and take my cell phone from the pocket, "Oh balls. It's from Robby saying we have study group tomorrow from ten to three. It's for our final exam review on Tuesday." He shrugs, "The study group worked last year, so why not do it again for this year's finals?" I go, "You're right. Robby will probably be sending the same text to you," and Ryan's phone beeps before I finish saying that. We both laugh and he gets up to get his phone. "Same message, Dylan." Then he says, "Lets take a shower and then do the grocery shopping you mentioned earlier." I ask, "Shower together?" and he says, "Of course," and that's what we do. We also get into some sexy messing around during our shower. There's something extra special about shower sex. We grope each other while making out under the flow of water; then, with water beading on the lubricant remaining on his unwashed cock he slides it up my ass again. I need to bend over to take it without it hurting too much. Ryan grabs my hips and plows my ass for at least fifteen minutes before we both climax a small spurts of cum, almost at the same time. I'm gasping in the shower as Ryan pulls his big cock out of my ass. Turning around we cling to each other. I have visions in my head of this time last year when Ryan and me were insanely hot for each other, so much so that we had to fuck whenever we were together. One time he fucked me in the foyer of his house with his parents home. We couldn't control ourselves. I'm wondering if we'll get like that again? It's both an intriguing thought, and a scary one.

After our second fuck we bath each other and rinse off, then when I step out of the shower stall I realize right away that my ass is sore. It's been a while since I've been double fucked with a cock as big as Ryan's. I'm standing in kind of a funny way as I dry myself. Ryan chuckles and asks, "Are you standing like that to make me laugh or have I fucked you bowlegged again." I mutter, "The latter, but it was worth it." He's towel drying his hair, saying, "Thank god you feel that way because I'm going to be fucking you a lot this summer." I ask, "How 'bout me fucking you once in awhile?" He shakes his head, "Nope, that's not how our sub/dom sex is going to go this summer. I'm the dominant 'top' and you're the submissive 'bottom'. You know that works best for us so why try fixing what's not broken." I say, "You're right," and he's like, "There will probably be times when you'll be asking me to fuck you when even I've had enough for the moment." I go, "Oh come on, Ryan, you're giving yourself an awful lot of credit, aren't you?" He shrugs, grinning, "We'll see, baby. I won't say I told you so when it happens. Well, heh heh, I might mention it once or twice." Yeah, he might have something there, especially because it's unlikely I'll be having any side-sex.

We get dressed and Ryan drives us very carefully, at the speed limit, to Stop & Shop. I get out of the car when we get there and right away spot a new bag boy collecting shopping carts in the parking lot. I know he's new because I'm often at this store and if I'd seen him before I'd remember him. He's got it all except for one thing, he's too young. Awesome blond hair, cute face and slim body. He looks up grumpily at me, like teens tend to do, and I maintain eye contact with his big blue ones, but he of course adverts his eyes instantly. He can't be older than seventeen and he's probably sixteen. Both ages are too young for me to mess with. The laws for sexual consent are foggy in this state. Some believe it's age sixteen, but I know there's an old law on the books claiming it's eighteen. In Puritan America I'm positive it's the latter age. In Europe the age of consent varies from thirteen to eighteen. Greece for example has an age of consent of fifteen, which sounds about the right age to me, but what do I know. To be safe I'll not entice sex with anyone under the age of eighteen. That's been my rule for a couple of years now although I wasn't real strict about it when I first encountered sex at age seventeen. That doesn't mean I can't look though. Unfortunately the blond boy has gone inside the store pushing a long line of shopping carts in front of him. Ryan evidently noticed the kid too as he mutters, "Too young, Dylan," and I go, "No shit."

Inside we get one of the small shopping carts that Stop & Shop introduced about a year ago. I never used the big carts because they're unwieldy and anyway I never have an order big enough to warrant using one. The little ones though are handy when buying something heavy like a twenty-four pack of sixteen ounce bottled water, or ten pound bags of ice, both of which we need at the apartment. Ryan pushes the cart as I throw stuff in it including two racks of baby back ribs, Yukon Gold potatoes, a stalk of celery, tomatoes, an English cucumber, a sweet onion from Texas, and radishes from I don't know where. Those items are for a mixed salad and potato salad. A loaf of crusty French bread and a pound of sweet unsalted butter go in the cart next. I looked at the Florida corn on the cob but reject them because they look like what I call 'horse corn'. Horse corn has dull looking very large kernels. Fresh corn should have small to medium size kernels that are shiny. It's only the beginning of May and that's too early for good corn on the cob. Ryan says, "You'll be the cook when we get our apartment in the fall." I ignore that as a very unlikely scenario, although I guess anything's possible. We get the bottled water and bags of ice last.

The self check-out lanes are backed-up so we get in a lane with a register clerk, a lady naturally. This one looks about fifty years old and she's not apparently real happy with her lot in life. When it's our turn she never looks up to ask how we're doing today. They trained me and the other bag and register boys to ask that with a smile for every customer. That's the year Chubby was working with the window washer boys which didn't turn out too good. There were lots of cute bag boys though in days gone by. Not now though because the person responsible for hiring part time help obviously has an aversion to anyone nice looking or under the age of thirty. How my blond boy slipped through I can't imagine. Maybe the regular person doing the hiring was out sick the day the cute blond haired boy was hired. One can hope it's wasn't something fatal the person had, or better yet maybe somebody got their ass fired for incompetent hiring practices. After a seventy year old retired man bags our grocery, Ryan pushes the little grocery cart out to the car and we load the stuff in the back seat. By the time we get to the apartment the ten pound bags of ice will have melted slightly, so when they go in the freezer for use later the ice cubes refreeze together. What we do with that is drop the bag of ice on the cement balcony floor a couple of times and the cubes separate nicely. At the apartment Ryan and I carry up the bottled water and ice first, then I go down for the two plastic bags of groceries. We put everything away and then Ryan and I grab cans of beer to drink on the balcony smoking cigarettes.

It's a very nice sunny day in May. With cigarette smoke drifting from his mouth, Ryan says, "It's great being with you again, Dylan. I missed you last week, but I thought a lot about you living with me this summer. I'd lay in bed imagining you in bed next to me. Kind of a special daydream knowing it's actually going to happen in less then three weeks." I say, "Uh huh, sometimes I get nervous thinking about it. Not because of you, but I wonder if your parents will like me and if they'll mind me living with them. I mean I'm a complete stranger as far as they're concerned." He goes, "Oh, don't worry about that. I told you they're excited about it." I find that hard to believe and even if the novelty intrigues them initially how about the sixth or seventh week. It won't be a novelty by them. More like the mother thinking, 'Oh no, I gotta cook for that kid again?!' With that in mind I tell Ryan, "I'll do my own wash and make our bed and stuff." He chuckles, "You'll be doing more than that. Dad gave me a list of chores that you'll be helping me with. My parents believe in everyone doing their share. Um, it's funny you should mention doing your wash and stuff because that's something they insisted I talk to you about. I felt awkward bringing it up so I'm glad you did." I take a drag on my cigarette, then asks, "What exactly are you referring to when you say, 'chores'?" He shrugs, "Oh, just normal things most kids do around the house."

Taking another drag and letting the smoke come out my nose and mouth, I'm thinking, 'Un oh' and ask, "Like what normal things?" Ryan says, "Ya know, like cut the lawn, do the family wash, clear the table after meals, take out the trash, clean our room, and special projects like clean out the basement or garage. Things like that." I'm looking at him with a leery expression so he goes, "It sounds much worse than it is. I've been doing it myself all through middle and high school and now you and me will split the chores and do everything in half the time." I nod, saying, "No painting the house or putting on a new roof though, right?" He frowns, "Don't be silly, Dylan! Of course we don't paint the house. Dad hires painters for that. Everything we need to do will take us less than a half hour a day. Mom has a cleaning service come in one day a week to do the serious cleaning." I mumble, "No problem, Ryan. I'm pulling your chain a little bit. I did all that stuff or most of it at home too. The condo people take care of the lawn, but I was taking care of other people's lawns working for Rob." Yeah that's all true enough but I can't help wondering what the fuck his mom does all day. He maybe reads my mind, saying, "My mom's really involved in our church and she's like the social director of the managers' wives, the managers who work for dad. She's busy all the time. When I was home last week she had a luncheon

date every day except one. She says she gets a lot done at lunch, planning things or whatever. I've never asked too much about it." Yeah, she sounds like a busy gal alright.

Ryan flicks his cigarette butt nicely over the balcony railing. I had success flicking a butt in Fort Lauderdale so I flick mine too. It goes off Ryan's shoulder and he laughs, then says, "Okay, I'll do most of the chores myself. Don't set me on fire!" I step on the smoldering butt and kick it off the balcony, mumbling, "Sorry. That fucker slipped out of my fingers." Then something he said a minute ago sinks in. "Um, Ryan, your folks are involved in a church. Is that right?" He goes, "Oh fuck, yeah. We all go to church on Sundays." I ask, "The one where you sing in the choir?" He shakes his head, "No, when we moved I didn't audition for this church choir. Church is almost always only an hour a week, Dylan." I go, "I don't have to go, do I?" He nods his head, "Yeah, it's one of the things I promised my mom, you and me would go to church. But don't forget we'll be off on over-night trips a couple of weekends." A couple of weekend? He said every weekend a little while ago. I was looking forward to getting away from the Wilcock household every weekend. A little disappointed about this latest news I don't want to hear more, so I mumble, "I gotta get started on dinner. It's after five o'clock."

Inside the apartment Ryan gets another beer and sits at the kitchen bar watching me prepare the potato salad. I peal the Yukon Gold potatoes and then microwave them for two minutes to get the cooking started. They still need about fifteen minutes in boiling water along with five eggs that will get hard boiled and then added to the potato salad. While the potatoes and eggs boil away, I dice up celery, sweet onion, parsley, and half of a red bell pepper, one that's still nice and crisp. Not a hot pepper, it's a green bell pepper that's ripened to a red color. All the dicing I'm doing is fine dicing. Lastly I dry slices of sweet pickle on a paper towel and dice then too. Ryan asks, "All that stuff goes into the potato salad?" I say, "Not in most potato salads because the cooks are too lazy to do all this fine dicing, or they're too unimaginative. Most people add very little to the potatoes except celery, but all this stuff goes in my potato salad, plus a squeeze of brown mustard and mayonnaise of course " He says, "Cool," then, "Um, Dylan, I've been thinking, and I hope you're not having second thoughts about this summer because of the chores and church stuff. You're not, are you?" I go, "Nope, I'm glad you told me about it though because I like knowing what to expect. I already told you I'm not experienced at being a house guest so I don't know exactly what's expected of me. Should I offer to pay room and board?" He goes, "Absolutely not! Your our guest and you'll be treated like I'm treated, which includes doing chores and going to church Sundays and once in a while there's a service during the week. Other than that we'll be on our own."

Oh, so now it's go to church Sundays and during the week too, plus the chores. Huh, I mumble, "The word 'chores' make me think of a farm." Ryan shrugs, saying, "I don't know. That's what dad calls things we're expected to do

helping out around the house. Things we're assigned to do, or... well I don't know of another word for 'chores'. Do you?" Frowning, I mutter, "Huh, now that you mention it, no, I guess I don't." The door flies open and in comes the whirlwind of energy that is my brother. His friend, John Beverly, trailing behind. Chubby goes, "Hey, it's my favorite brother with my favorite weight lifting instructor!" He bumps fist with Ryan as they both pat each other on the back one time in place of a one arm hug. John Beverly and Ryan settle for just asking, "Whassup?" and a fist bump while Chubby and I do a two arm hug with a kiss on the lips. Chubby steps back saying, "Looking good, bro!" Then he rubs his fingers along my bangs that I've managed to comb to the side with the help of some gel. He says, "I'm gonna try doing that with my hair." He says to Ryan, "I like that haircut you gave my bro. He replicated it for my last haircut using the bare clippers on the sides and back. Hey, in case you didn't know, that style haircut is becoming a new trend with athletes. It's cool but I want the hair on top of my head to grow out." He looks at me, "You should do that too, Dylan." I glance at Ryan with sort of a questioning expression, like... how about that? He does a barely perceptible head shake 'no'. I say to Chubby, "Nah, I like the short burr haircut that Ryan gives me. He's a good barber with that haircut." Chubby goes, "Whatever. Did you get the baby back ribs?" "In the refrigerator, Chub."

John Beverly and Chubby get the ribs and use some counter space getting the ribs out of the vacuum wrapped plastic cover. I look at Ryan again and he smiles, mouthing, "Good boy," meaning me saying I like the way he cuts my hair. I give him a little grin feeling stupidly pleased about getting Ryan's approval. I can't help it even though I know how pathetic it is of me. Still, I did like him giving his nod of approval and it goes without saying my dick kind of stiffened-up a little. Ryan gets off the stool and comes around the kitchen bar to stand next to me giving the back of my neck a squeeze. That sends good-feeling shivers all over me. He asks, "Anything I can do to help?" I push his glasses up his little nose, asking, "Do you want to make the salad? You saw the things we bought for that." He goes, "Yeah, I think I can handle that, but I ought to wash my hands first." I grin at him thinking he looks extra cute today so I lean over and kiss his lips getting a big smile in return. My dick moves in my pants as I'm thinking, 'I've got it bad for Ryan! It's gonna turn out like last year all over again.'

Ryan washes his hands and when he's drying them on paper towels Robby and Danny Monday come in. They're both smiling and looking a little sweaty after three hours of baseball related activities. Robby comes right over to me and we hug and have a nice kiss, then another quick kiss as Danny and Ryan do a somewhat awkward one arm hug and a very quick kiss. We're all asking each other various versions of, 'How ya doing?' and telling each other, 'Nice to see you!'. Then Robby and Ryan hug and kiss as Danny hugs me and kisses me with a lot of tongue and a tighter hug. Staring into my eyes Danny looks hot and sexy, but I'm not feeling sexual heat for him like I do when Ryan or Robby kiss me. Robby says, "Look at us four gay friends kissing. That a sweetness the straight boys are missing out on." We all look outside where Chubby and John Beverly are tending to the gas grill and the racks of baby back ribs. They're drinking beer and laughing about something. I say, "They look pretty happy to me, so maybe they got hugged and kissed by their girlfriends, and maybe they got laid this afternoon too." Robby rubs my shoulder, saying, "Yeah, you're right. To each their own," then he notices my bangs are combed, "Hey, is Ryan letting your hair grow?" Ryan says, "Nope," which we all chuckle at for reasons unknown.

I finish the potato salad and put it in the refrigerator along with the nice looking salad Ryan put together. He asks, "What kind of dressing do you use for the salad, Dylan?" Robby goes, "Our favorite, right Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, Ken's Italian dressing diluted a little with first-pressed olive oil." Robby rubs my head now, saying, "And sometimes Dylan makes his own version of Russian dressing that's awesome too." I grin at him, then bump into his side feeling a lot of love for him. I like that he's always touching me. He smiles, asking, "What'd you guys do this afternoon?" I say, "We watched you hot and sexy baseball players for awhile, then got a case of beer from Tracy's that Ryan paid for it. After that we shopped for the groceries and I'm treating everyone to them, and stuff like that." Robby and I both know that Ryan and I fucked, and that Danny and Robby fucked sometime after practice too. While we're both jealous of each other's side sex we've agreed to it so we're jealous but not resentful. The ribs get browned off on both sides and then wrapped in aluminum foil and baked over indirect heat for an hour to get them tender, but not so tender they're falling off the bone. Chubby adds his own barbecue sauce the last fifteen minutes. If he added it earlier it would burn because of the brown sugar in the sauce.

We're all drinking beers and smoking while the ribs cook and the salads chill. The conversation is mostly about how we're preparing for final exams. There's reviews all week and then next week Chubby and Danny have their first exam on Tuesday while the rest of us have our first final exam the next day. After that we'll be reviewing for the next final and so forth. Then in two and a half weeks Ryan and I will be driving away from campus at three o'clock, after our last exam. We'll drive away with my duffle bag stuffed with clothes in the back seat and my PC and other stuff in the trunk. For now though we eat dinner hungrily. Being hungry makes the food taste extra good. After dinner we're still on the balcony at nine o'clock at night when we run out of beer and talk about going to Tracy's for a night cap. That's what everyone decides to do except for Danny who has something he needs to do with his roommate. The rest of us drive to Tracy's with Chubby and John Beverly in the Jeep and Ryan and me in Robby's pick up with him driving. I'm sitting between Robby and Ryan, who's riding shotgun. Since both Robby and Ryan are with me it will be nearly impossible to sneak in a quick fuck with

Tracy, although that would be so sexy and hot. Then I get a wicked guilty conscious thinking about Tracy fucking me when I'm with my two boyfriends and lovers. My guilty conscience is so intense it makes my face red and hot.

Thankfully neither Robby or Ryan can see me blushing in the dark, but what the fuck's wrong with me? Why did I have that thought about Tracy after the day I just had with Ryan, and the sex I might have with Robby in bed tonight? And how the fuck am I going to make it all summer without any side sex? Disturbing thoughts.

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

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