Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2014 14:57:58 -0400 From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter 10 DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter 10 by Donny Mumford The four introductory classes are behind us now and we've met our professors for this semester... a mix of okay and not so okay educators, but we're keeping an open mind about them. Ryan, Robby, and me are in the pickup heading back to the apartment for haircuts. I don't need one, but I'm not arguing about it because Ryan and I already had one major disagreement earlier and I don't want to seem any more argumentative than I've already been. Certainly not with Robby, who's getting frustrated with the bickering between Ryan and me. Truth is, I think Ryan dumped me, but he's been nice since then so I'm not actually sure where we stand. I asked him after last class if we're going to get together later and he said something about we need to talk about it, which I guess is better than him saying 'no'. Robby stops for a red light, looks over and says to Ryan, "I'll give you a haircut first and Dylan will give me one after that. Then I'll need to leave so I can join the other infielders at the baseball team's office to study tape. Ryan you give Dylan his haircut when I leave. This way we'll all be on the same haircut schedule, and it's sort of a group bonding activity." Ryan and I mutter, "Alright, Rob," and I glance over at Ryan. He grins and pretends his fingers are scissors cutting the hairs around my ear. His fingers touching me give me chills so I smile back remembering that the last haircut he gave me some months ago actually turned out pretty good. Yeah, but he hasn't cut anyone's hair for three or four months so that worries me a little bit. I ask Robby, "What kind of hair styles are we doing today?" He glances at me as he drives off campus, saying, "You're our haircut expert, Dylan, you tell us." I go, "Oh yeah. Well, I'm not sure of the style we'll eventually have but for now we'll just go for trims for you and me, and for Ryan, um, you'll have to play it by ear as you're cutting his hair." Ryan says, "My haircut outta be the same as yours because we're a threesome." Robby mutters, "Yeah, the three musketeers ride again," although he didn't sound all that excited about it. Me neither, but he told me yesterday the threesome was fun for him. Hmmm, anyway Ryan's still good as far as the threesome goes so maybe he didn't dump me. Damn, looking at Ryan's long hair makes me wish I could give him the haircut. I say, "Rob, since you need to study film with the infielders how about if I give you a haircut first, and then you let me worry about Ryan's haircut?" Robby rubs his nose, then asks, "Is that okay with you, Ryan? Dylan's a better barber than me anyway." Ryan says, "I like it when you give me a haircut, Rob, but I'll do whatever you want." What a brown-noser he is. Robby says, "Okay, I'll do your haircuts after this one, Ryan, but for today Dylan has a good idea. He'll do it today and I'll be able to be on time for the meeting." I grin at Ryan, but he makes a face at me and looks away without saying anything. I guess things aren't back to normal between us after all. In the apartment we dump our backpacks on the sofa as Robby asks me, "Where should our haircutting area be?" I point to the tiled area near the kitchen bar, and say, "We'll move the table against the wall and make that spot be our barbershop so we can easily sweep up the clipping off the tile floor. I gave Jarod a haircut there and it worked good." As he's taking his shirt off, he mutters, "Whatever you say," then he and Ryan move the table while I get the barber tools out. Robby's sitting on a stool in the middle of the tile area when I get back from the bedroom. Ryan asks, "Is it okay if I stand next to you and watch, Dylan? It's been awhile since I've given or gotten a haircut. I recall it being kind of, I don't know, kinda fun and a little bit sexy too," and he runs his fingers through my hair as we stand behind Robby. I look in Ryan's eyes, and mouth the words silently, "Are you and me okay?" He says, "We'll talk," I nod my head real fast like he does sometimes, but Ryan doesn't grin or anything. Instead, he gives me a smug look, then looks away. I still can't figure out what he's thinking. If I wasn't giving Ryan a haircutting lesson, I'd use scissors and comb for ninety percent of Robby's haircut. I don't want Ryan trying that haircutting method on me though, so I'll use clippers that he's more familiar with. He doesn't have any experience with scissors and comb haircutting, and it isn't as easy as it looks although Sonny's a magician at it. So, it'll be clippers for Robby's haircut with me hoping my technique will help Ryan remember how it's done. I describe what I'm doing to Ryan as I go along, and he's at least paying attention. He asks a few questions which gives me hope he wants to do it right when he's cutting my hair. So I'm thinking there's a chance he won't fuck it up too badly. This haircut is the second trim in a row for Robby. A trim is basically just neatening up the hair around the ears and the back of his head and not touching the hair on top. By now the hair on top of Robby's head are long enough to lay over and he's been parting his hair on the left side for the last couple of weeks, real preppy-like. I use the clippers with a quarter inch guide to cut the hair around his ears and partially up the sides and back, which leaves a ledge of longer hair above where the clippers did their job. With clippers over a comb I then blend the quarter inch hair to the longer hair above. For me it's easy to do after years of practice, but once again it isn't as easy as it looks so I'm emphasizing the subtle aspects of this technique to Ryan. He says, "Jeez, Dylan, I got it already. You told me that twice," and he goes over to sit at the kitchen bar. I continue explaining the finishing touches of tapering the hairline in back at the neck and outlining around Robby's ears with the trimmer clippers. The haircut takes less than five minutes total and then I'm rubbing little clipping off Robby's shoulders. He stands up and brushes off his lap, then checks himself in the mirror, saying, "You're an awesome barber, Dylan. Ya know, I've saved about a thousand dollars in haircut expense since we started going out together. How long's it been, three-plus years?" I nod in agreement and he grins at me and kisses me quickly on the lips, murmuring, "It's been exactly forty months and four days we've been together starting with out first kiss in the locker room. Plus, I love you and you're so fucking cute!" Sweet! Right in Ryan's face too, but I avoid looking at Ryan so it doesn't seem like I'm rubbing it in. As Robby's putting his shirt back on I'm thinking how stupid I was early last summer when I was trying to promote the idea of Ryan sharing the apartment with Chubby, Robby, and me. What a cluster fuck that would have been. Thank God there weren't any three bedroom apartment available. Jesus, the fucked-up ideas I get sometimes, like that bogus New York city trip. Dumb! I learned my lesson though... don't get in a situation where you have no control. I got out of that one, but maybe I wouldn't get out of the next one so there ain't gonna be a next one. Robby says, "I'll see you guys for dinner, right?" Ryan goes, "Oh, I'm gonna eat at the dining hall tonight with my roommate and his friend, Rex, um, for bonding purposes, ya know." Yeah, and the tall friend of Ryan's roommate is undoubtedly the major factor for Ryan eating there. Robby says, "Sure, good idea, Ryan. I'll see you though, right Dylan?" I say, "Absolutely, Rob, um, Robby."He grins at me, muttering, "Thanks for the haircut." And without so much as a goodbye hug for Ryan, Robby leaves jingling the pickup's keys as he goes. He's happy because he loves his baseball stuff, especially the camaraderie of his teammates and maybe one of them in particular. I'm happy for Robby because I love him, so if he needs a little change of pace with that Danny Monday kid, I'm not going to be the one who ruins it for him. Ryan's just staring at the door, maybe a little pissed off I got all Robby's attention. Well, Ryan, you know how it goes, Rob and me are fucking engaged, and you're not. It's just Ryan and me now and again it's a little awkward. It never used to be like this, but this is now and that was then. After a few seconds, I ask, "Do you wanna have a smoke before we start, Ryan?" He snaps at me, "No, I don't want a smoke. I want you to hop up on the stool, I'm doing your haircut first." Okay, he's got a hair up his ass about something and he's gonna take it out on me. The thing is, while I don't care for how he's presently behaving, I have no control over what my dick does, and right now it's twitching in my underpants because of the tone of authority Ryan just displayed. I mutter, "Okay, Ryan," and as I'm pulling my shirt over my head I do a slight crotch adjustment. Sitting on the stool I watch Ryan pick up the clippers without a guide, asking, "So, I use these clippers halfway up the sides and then use the comb to help guide the clippers tapering upward. Is that about it?" I stay calm, telling him, "Um, you need the quarter inch guide on the clippers first." He frowns, "Did you use the guide with Rob?" And I thought he was paying attention, silly me. I force a smile, mumbling, "Yeah, you use the guide first and then the clippers over comb." He shrugs and fumbles with putting the guide on the clippers. I resist the urge to do it for him and he gets it on finally, but how the fuck could he forget how to put the guide on? I ask, "Would you mind telling me what's the present status between you and me? He shrugs again, then turns on the clippers, and says, "I use to love ya, Dylan, but me being dominant doesn't come naturally. I know how you like to be submissive during sex so I do my best to be dominant for your benefit. To help me with that you need to carry over your submissiveness somewhat after our sex. Like you did the last time we did the sub/dom stuff. When it's just you and me hanging out I'm your boss, but you know from past experience I won't abuse that power. When it's three of us together obviously Rob is the boss. It's as simple as that, and I'm really confused why you're resisting doing it like we did it before. I already told you I won't overdo the dominance, but at the same time you've got to show me respectful submission during and after the sub/dom sex or it doesn't work for me. Since you won't agree to that, I'm happy to stay in my own submissive frame of mind for Robby, and hopefully Rex. I at least know my place as a sub, where you apparently do not. That's if you won't agree doing it the right way. What can I tell ya, I've changed my thinking a little and just playing at the sub/dom stuff is for kids. I learned that the hard way last summer. You think about that while I do your haircut." I start to say something, but he puts his finger to his lips, like, "Shhhh," then he says, "I said think about it, not talk about it," and he roughly pushes my head forward until my chin hits my chest. Holding my head there he quickly runs the clippers up the back of my head, going too far of course. My dick tightens-up in my pants anyway because of the authority he's displaying this afternoon. I guess there's a couple of things bothering him. For one, Robby didn't acknowledge him when he left, and the other thing pissing him off is me rejecting his wish for sex last night, plus his wish that I agree to be submissive to him after sex. The simple reason for me rejecting that is I'm not feeling especially submissive to him, at least I wasn't until a couple of minutes ago. He presses my head forward and I stifle a quiet moan as he continues running the clippers up the back of my head too quickly. He does it four more times, almost recklessly, and then pushes my head roughly over to the left, my ear almost touching my left shoulder. With my head held in that uncomfortable position he continues running the clippers too far up my head... now doing it on the right side of my head. When he's done with that side, he stops and moves my head around roughly, then mutters, "Fuck, it's not even." At least he's trying to make it even. He pushes my head forward again keeping my chin on my chest with pressure from his left hand as he runs the clipper over the same area he previously covered. He then presses the clippers tightly against my scalp and takes the cut even further up the back so the cut matches what he did on the side. He's continuing to do it too fast, but I'm feeling submissive by now because of his rough treatment so I don't remind him that if he did it slower he could keep the cuts even. Apparently satisfied with the right side of my head and the back, he pushes my head to the right and holds it there with pressure from his other hand as the clippers are run up the left side of my head. Then he checks the back muttering something to himself, and then takes the clippers a little further up all along the left side of my head and finally lets go of my head. I can feel myself blushing as I feel a dreamier submissive state begin descending over my brain. He inspects the results and redoes everything again being just as rough as he was the first time. He's going too fast and leaves my hair a quarter inch long way up the sides and back My cock is buzzing in my pants. It's like he's royally pissed off and is taking it out on me. I fight my submissive sensations, but my dick feels funny and Ryan's got me in a bit of a trance.This reminds me of the first haircut Sonny gave me. That's a hard one to top arousal- wise, even by Ryan, but my eyelids are drooping and I feel squirmy and sexy all over and it's all because of the dominant manner Ryan's been talking and acting through most of today, and especially the last ten minutes. I don't know why I don't just agree to go along with his sub/dom plans. Now he takes the guide off the clippers, saying, "Just so ya know, I wasn't able to do it the same way you did it for Rob, but it's the best I can do. You'll have to live with it." He's feeling the short hairs by moving the back of his fingers up my head. He does that a couple of times, then mutters, "Fuck it," and he puts the guide back on the clippers, and tells me, "I'm gonna take the quarter inch cut up even further. It's already nothing like Rob's haircut so I'll do it the way I want." I wish I could say something but I'm feeling too dreamily sexy and I just can't say or do anything. It feels so good to let him do whatever he wants... I'll deal with the consequences later, Plus, he doesn't seem the least bit concerned about how he's doing the haircut so it can't be too bad, can it? His abruptness and seemingly blasé confident attitude has put me in a dreamy trance not unlike Sonny can do. Ahh, Sonny. He's so hot and so, um, not dangerous. Well, he's a little dangerous I guess. I've got a thing for that kid. Ryan takes the clippers almost to the top of the sides this time, and then he does run the clippers all the way up the back of my head, a quarter inch haircut for the entire back of my head. He again says, "Fuck it," then jerks my head to the left and back to the right, muttering, "I'm gonna buzz over the crown too. See if that looks better. This is harder to get right than I remember. It sure as shit won't look anything like Rob's and mine, but it'll be even at least." My cock gets totally hard as I slip into a deeper submissive trance and now it's very much like the trance I slip into during Sonny's haircuts. Ryan's attitude has me completely dominated as only he and Sonny can induce in me. I hear the clippers cutting through the hair over the crown. The crown is the back, top area of my head. I feel the longer hair falling on my shoulders and sliding down my back. Ryan mutter's, "Jesus, this is fucked up," then he gets the giggles running the clippers over the crown a couple more times. He stops then trying to get his giggling under control, then he mumbles, "This haircut really sucks, just so you know what to expect." He chuckles again before adding, "No, just kidding. This is a little better, but it'd be better still if I buzz your whole head at a quarter inch length... it'd be quicker too. That way it'll all be even anyway, so that's what I'm gonna do. You're getting a quarter inch buzz cut, dude." And he puts the clippers at my bangs ready to run the clippers over the top of my head until I somehow manage to say, "No, don't." He shrugs, muttering, "No buzz cut huh, suit yourself." Taking the guide off the clippers he now begins using the clippers without a guide. He combs through my hair a few times, then combs up a bunch of hairs above the quarter inch hairs and runs the bare clippers along the comb. A shower of longer hair drifts down to my shoulder. I can tell from the length of the clippings he's taken too much off, but I float in my dreamy trance and say nothing. I'm surprised I managed to say 'no' a minute ago. Ryan uses the clippers over comb all around my head for maybe ten minutes, going over the same spots a number of times until he's cutting hairs above the sides that are basically on the top of my head. It took me less than five minutes to do Robby's entire haircut while Ryan's been at it for fifteen minutes and he's still going strong. It's ironic too because he does everything so fast, but because he does it fast he has to do everything ten times instead of once. My shoulders are covered with hair clippings when he finally turns off the clippers and picks up the trimmer to outline around my ears and then he spend a couple of minutes trying to taper the hairline at my neck. I feel the bare clippers against the back of my neck so I know it's totally fucked-up. Then he's cutting something on the sides of my head until he exhales like he's exasperated and finally turns off the trimming clippers and puts them down to rubs my head all over with both hands getting clipping to float down around me. As he doing this he chuckles, saying, "It looks sorta like a fucked up mohawk." One last push at the back of my head with his hand as he tells me, "You're done, you're overdone actually." I sit here in my submissive trance as he's brushing hair clipping off my shoulders saying, "You should'a gone along with my idea." I'm not sure if he means his idea to buzz my head to a quarter inch or to agree being submissive to him after sex, or maybe both. The dreamy trance takes a minute to slide away as I'm thinking that maybe the haircut looks partially okay. I'm basing that on the fact that Ryan's not apologizing or explaining away his mistakes. Then he says, "Take a look if you dare, it's a fucking disaster. So sue me, I forgot how to do it. Actually I was never very good at it to begin with, heh heh." and he passes me the handheld mirror seemingly not all concerned, so maybe he's teasing me. I check it out and he wasn't teasing. It's worse than I expected. My haircut looks much worse than the average bad home haircuts I've seen on guys from time to time. Haircuts done by people who don't know what the fuck they're doing. He asks, "Whaddaya think? Pretty bad, huh?" Is he fucking kidding me? Pretty bad! I walk over to the mirror on the wall to check out the back from the reflection in the handheld mirror from the wall mirror. It's uneven, too short, and there are ridges on the sides and back. He created the ridges when he used the clippers and comb. It's consistent anyway... consistently uneven and horrible. I tell him exactly what I'm thinking, "Basically it looks like a really bad home haircut and no one who looks at it will think differently. It's a pathetic job of haircutting. If you intentionally were trying to fuck it up you couldn't have made it worse than this." He shrugs, and I ask, "You weren't intentionally trying to fuck it up, were you?" He chuckles, "No, of course not, but yeah, you're right, it looks like shit, but it's the best I could do. Like I said, I forgot how to do it, ha ha, it looks like shit, that's all I can say about it. Do you want me to try evening it out some more or buzzing it like I wanted to do?" I say, "Surely you jest. No, I don't want you doing anything more with my hair." Buzzing it wouldn't get rid of the ridges because the hair is shorter than a quarter inch in the ridges." Jesus, what a disaster. I stop looking at the mirror and Ryan says, "Forget the fucking haircut, did you think about what I said? Are you going to agree to be my sub or are you going to ruin what we have together." I say, "The best way I can answer you, Ryan, is to return your sweet comment from earlier today, which was... go fuck yourself." He laughs, "If I could, I would. That'd be kind of neat. Look, I've hardened up over the summer and I'm pissed off about a couple of things but I wouldn't necessarily be taking it out on you. So I fucked up your haircut, we have super hot sex together, are you going to throw that away out of stubbornness? All I'm proposing is that it be like it was before. It's not some radical new agenda, just like it was before, what's your problem with that? You loved being submissive to me before. Remember me walking you around my bedroom with a dog collar around your neck, and you were naked no less. You loved it, but I was the one who didn't want to do it again. I was looking out for you." I say, "Yeah, of course I remember. You were a prick to do that even once. Like you said earlier today, you got through the summer without me and I'll tell ya the truth, I got through the summer quite nicely without you too. We've both changed and frankly I don't care for the new version of you." He says, "This is my dominant version. You liked it before." I mumble, "You were nice before, not a prick about it." He says, "I guess I adopted some of that from those asshole last summer. Like I said, I'm just acting dominant for you, I'm basically a wimp." I mumble, "No you're not. Don't put yourself down." Neither of us says anything for a second or two, then Ryan mutters, "You're pissed off because I laughed while screwing up your haircut." He pokes my head, muttering, "Look at it though, it's funny." I stare at him with a puss on my face. He says, "Lets have that cigarette now." We go out to the balcony and light up. Ryan looks at me, then runs his fingers through the hair left on top of my head, saying, "At least I didn't fuck up all the hair on the top of your head. There's this ridge of longer hair down the middle of your head and other than that it's an even quarter inch long over most of the rest of your head. A few uneven spots, but what did you expect?" He feels the quarter inch hair at the crown and chuckles again, muttering, "This wasn't one of my better ideas. I should have left that alone." He pushes my head, muttering, "Hell, I couldn't taper that in, and then I screwed it up lower in the back trying to taper there too, so there are ridges, but look at the bright side of things, you still have pretty hair. What's left of it anyway."I mutter, "Don't fucking push my head again," and he makes a face, then says, "I've been lifting weights all summer, do you really think you could do anything about it if I pushed your head again?" and he goes to do it, but I push his arm away, asking, "When did you become such a prick?" He shrugs and I think, oh fuck it! I'm pissed off about the haircut, but what can I do? I shrug back at him without commenting, and he adds, "Okay, you want me to say I'm sorry about the haircut, Dylan? I'm sorry." I shrug again, muttering, "It'll grow back, but in the meantime I'll need to wear a fucking hat all the time." Dragging on my cigarette, I'm wondering how it all turned to shit between us so quickly. Is it my fault? I guess in a way it is, partially, because for some reason I don't want to act submissive to Ryan except during sex. I mean when he's acting like this he's being mean spirited more than dominant. He got me into a submissive state of mind during the haircut, which was an awesome feeling, but was it worth it considering the haircut? The thing is, for me sub/dom sex is just a game and probably a self indulgent one at that, but as Bill Belichick always says, 'It is what it is'. We smoke in silence for a minute or so and then Ryan mumbles, "I'm trying to understand you, Dylan. What exactly are you objecting to? You used to like being submissive to me. I was expecting that, not this stubborn attitude of yours." Hmmm, yeah what am I objecting to? I say, "What am I objecting to, huh? You mean other than this fucking haircut? I guess I'm objecting to you bossing me around and being a mean prick about it. Robby bosses me around, I like that because he's sweet about it and I love him." Ryan mumbles, "Bullshit! He only bosses you around to the degree you let him. Maybe he doesn't see that, but I do. Nobody bosses Dylan Newman around unless he says it's okay. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, just that it isn't a sub/dom relationship." I do my famous shrug, saying, "It's Robby's and my relationship and not something you need to concern yourself with. No one gets between that, certainly not you." He goes, "Jesus, Dylan, why all the vitriol?" I go, "Vitriol?" He says, "Why so caustic? We're friends." I say, "I'm not sure why I'm being caustic with you, Ryan. Maybe I'm pissed-off about this fucking haircut, or maybe the way you said something rubbed me the wrong way. And there's the small matter of you acting like an asshole." He goes, "Yeah, but like you said, you've changed and I have too, but I'm the same when I'm with you." I'm shocked, "You think you're acting like you did before you moved? Are you out of you're fucking mind? You're acting more like those guys who abused you last summer than the Ryan Wilcocks I used to know." He's kind of whining now, "I'm trying to act dominant because you like it. That's the only reason. How many times do I need to tell you that? I've been the same, or if anything I've been less bossy with you than before I moved. I really like you, I even love you, but I don't understand you." Blowing out a long exhale with my cheeks puffed out, I realize I don't understand me either. I say, "How about you give me a hug, Ryan." We hug and his scent is there and it's sexy as hell and his body feels good and sexy too. I say, "Can't we do the sub/dom sex without all the rest of this bitchiness? Huh?" He kisses my cheek, muttering, "You smell awesome, but I have my pride too. It's more than that though. I like being submissive myself, and like I said, the only way it works for me being dominant with you is if it carries over after the sex. That's so I don't need to gear up the dominance every time we have sex. I'm normally submissive. Can't you see my side of it? You need to be submissive to me and carry that over after the sex. Then it's a cool change for me... it's fun." I let go of him, saying, "Did you meet Willie Worthington over the summer by any chance?" He asks, "Who's that? Oh, the kid you've told me a little about?" I mutter, "Forget that, we're going around in circles here, Ryan, we're gonna have to agree to disagree on this and I'm tired of arguing. Come on in and I'll give you your haircut." He says, "Sure, so you can fuck mine up like I did yours." I say, "No, I'm gonna give you a good haircut, I've got my reputation to think about, as a barber, I mean," and as we come inside, I ask, "Friends?" He nods his head, but not real fast like he does at times, and then he says, "Yeah, you bet, friends, friends without being fuck buddies." I ignore that because I'm sick of this whole discussion. Inside, as he takes off his shirt, he goes, "Well I guess we're not giving in, either of us. Um, can I ask you a big favor then?" I pat the stool and Ryan sits down. "What's the favor?" He looks at me, hesitates, then changes his entire demeanor, asking, "Um, even though we're arguing and can't agree on our sex together, um, would you stay in the threesome anyway, please? Without you being part of it I'm afraid Rob wouldn't be interested in me anymore. If you could help me out and just keep it going until I see if I have anything going on with my roommate, Marty, or his friend, Rex, I'd be very grateful. That would be awesome of you and I'm really sorry about your haircut and the way I've been acting. That's not the real me." I ask, "Is Rex the tall kid?" He mutters, "Yeah, he's tall and I think he's hot, but I don't have any confidence he's interested in me. Except for you and Rob those are the only other gay guys I know here." As I'm cutting the elastic holding Ryan's ponytail together, I say, "Yeah, but how would a threesome work if you and I aren't having sex?" He says, "I've got an idea I hope you'll do me the favor of trying," then he adds, "For old times sake." I ask, "What's your idea?" He wets his lips, then says, "Since I can't get into sub/dom stuff with you because of what we've talked about, could you maybe be a top for me?" He's completely dropped all pretenses of being bossy now, so I'm considering what he said, as he adds, "It'd be different, and you once told me you like trying something different. You could even try doing it dominantly if you wanted to. I wouldn't have any problem being submissive, it's what I prefer." I'm thinking about that as Ryan grins and adds, "At least think about it. If I have to, I can be quite a nag, ya know," and he said that in a joking, friendly way. Combing through Ryan's hair that hangs around his head the same length, which is to say about five inches. It's looks odd covering his ears, ears that normally stick out a little when not covered with hair. I still have affection for him so why not try it. I go, "Yeah, sure, we can try that, Ryan," and I give his shoulders a hug. Sitting on the stool, he leans into me, muttering, "I really do love you, you know that, don't you? Sorry I wasn't pulling off the dominant stuff in a way you like." I don't know what to say to that, so he goes on, "I hope you won't be too hard on me as my dominant top." He said that in a lighthearted manner as well. He's trying to make up I guess, so to keep it light banter, I say, "They'll be some paddling for sure, so get your head wrapped around that concept. A lot of paddling until your ass glows." He chuckles, "Bet you can't pull that off," and I give him one last squeeze, then mumble, "You're probably right." It's fascinating to see Ryan completely change right before my eyes. From a mean prick to this unassuming little guy asking for a favor. I wonder if there's any chameleon blood somewhere in his family tree. Or more to the point, is he an expert con artist? Ryan's light red hair at this length gives him almost a girlish look. He has the fine facial features and thin eyebrows, so with this girl's hairdo... hmmm, I gotta get that visual outta my head. I say, "We'll give it a go, Ryan, and I'm gonna dominate your ass worse than those Georgia boys did." He chuckles, "Ah ha, now I've got you exactly where I want you. My master plan worked." He's being his playful old self again, but he no more had a master plan then I did. Who knows if it'll work out. I say, "I'm gonna get rid of the bulk of this hair right now, Ryan." He's like, "Good!" Combing up the long hair I run the clippers along the comb and they shear off most of the longer hair. There's an avalanche of hair falling to Ryan's shoulders and then sliding either to his lap or the floor for the next couple of minutes. All around his head I repeat this same thing and now his ears show again in all their cuteness. Grinning, I squeeze his ears and Ryan shudders and chuckles, saying, "I got the chills," so I do it again and he turns his head, and says, "This is gonna be fun. Being submissive to you, I mean. I've been thinking about it just now, and ha ha, I'm pretending my dom is giving me a forced haircut." I go, "Oh, really? I thought you didn't like playing at a role." He says, "I'm not playing, I'm being my true self. I love being submissive, probably as much or more than you do. I'm different than you though because I like being that way all the time, not just during sex." I'm putting the quarter inch attachment on the clippers as I mumble, "Well so do I, to a degree," and he goes, "No you don't, you play at it to entertain yourself." I'm like, "How do you know?" and he says, "I'm an expert in the area, ya might say." That makes me think of Billy in New York city. He's like that for sure... he wants to be dominated all the time, not just when sex is involved. I can't resist saying, "Well, you see where that outlook got you last summer. That wasn't good." He nods his head, "I know, Dylan, and that's because I wasn't careful who I chose to be submissive to. I learned my lesson though and from now on I take it slow until I'm sure I've found someone who's compassionate along with being dominant." This is making me rethink the whole topic of being submissive. Maybe I'm not cut out to be submissive, not really. But what the fuck, the way I've been doing it results in great sex for me and I'm not hearing any complaints from my sex partners. Well, not until, Ryan bulked at it anyway. So what if I'm just playing at it, like Ryan says I'm doing. So what indeed. Hmmm, maybe I'm the only one who knows how to enjoy the moment, and then, cut it off when enough is enough. Can't get cocky about it though. I mutter, "Whatever makes you happy, Ryan, go for it." And I think of Willie who definitely doesn't know when enough is enough, and that goes for when he's being dominant as well as when he's being submissive. He's had a fucked-up childhood for his excuse, but Ryan can't use that excuse because his childhood was a pampered one, by his parents anyway. Yet he still got in over his head before he met Robby, and then again when he moved to Georgia. So, what's his story? He probably doesn't know himself. Maybe everyone is an individual case and there isn't one right way to have sex, there's only your way. What works for Robby and me maybe wouldn't work for another two gay guys anywhere in the world. Be happy, don't hurt anyone, especially yourself, and leave it at that. And this is important too: don't preach your way to others thinking you've got the only right way. That's my philosophy, but I'll keep it to myself except sharing it with my true love, Robby. It seems a bit simple, but why make it confusing? The less moving parts the less chance for something to go wrong. Hope I'm not being smug about this. I've been running the clippers up the side of Ryan's head while thinking these thoughts, doing his haircut in the exact same way I did Robby's. Why is it so hard for some to do this I wonder? I don't know, but there are many things that others can easily do that I can't, so ya know... Continuing the haircut, there's a hell of a lot of red hair on the floor by the time I finish Ryan's haircut. His haircut looks cool and it's just as preppy as Robby's. My fingers go through Ryan's inch and a half hair on top of his head. It's very clean and soft and smells nice too. I go, "Unfortunately I'm done, Ryan." He looks at me, "Why is it unfortunate, doesn't it look right?" As I comb a part in his hair, I go, "No, it looks awesome. I said 'unfortunately' because I really like cutting your hair and I'm sorry it's finished. I like giving cute guys like yourself haircuts. Like you said, it's sexy and fun cutting your friends' hair. Here, have a look," as I pass him the handheld mirror. He looks, muttering, "Yeah, it does look cool. Thanks!" I rub his head and he looks at me, "I'm really sorry about the way I cut your hair, Dylan. I'm sorry I was acting like an asshole too." I say, "Yeah, well, you use the clippers too quickly. You need to take your time." He goes, "Let me try to even your haircut some more, I'll do it slow." I chuckle, "Nope, you'll just make it worse, but I appreciate that you're finally concerned about it." Ryan stands up brushing off the cut hairs that landed in his lap, telling me, "I'm sincerely feeling bad about the haircut." I go, "Yeah, I believe you. It's okay, but the three musketeers do not have the same haircuts! Two of the musketeers do, but not all three." He mumbles, "I know and like I've said a number of times I feel really bad about it." Giving him a hug and a kiss on top of his head, I say, "It's okay, I'm just glad you and me worked stuff out so we can still be friends." He puts his arms around me too, and asks, "If you didn't know Rob, do you think maybe we could have fallen in love the way you two did?" Probably not because I'd never have met Ryan if it wasn't for Robby. There are a lot of other reasons besides that one of course, but I just say, "Sure, we maybe could have," and leave it at that. With his arms still around me, he asks, "Can we try our new sexual arrangement now, do you think?" I start to say 'sure', but stop and say instead, "I'll tell you when I want to fuck you. Don't ask again." He seems to shrink in my arms as I grin at myself for pulling off that dominant bullshit. It's kinda funny actually. Ryan murmurs, "Yes, Dylan, I understand." Ah, the power, ha ha. I almost ask what we should do now accept I'm suppose to figure that out. What a pain in the ass that is. Oh, I know, I say, "How 'bout you clean up the cut hairs while I put away the barber equipment. The broom and dustpan are in that closet." He says, "Yeah, sure," and goes about doing that. He does seem mighty comfortable doing what he's told, the lucky bastard. When everything is cleaned up and put away, I say, "Lets hit Tracy's and you can buy us a case of beer." He says, "Good idea, it's my turn to buy." As we're going down the steps, I say, "Yep, buying a case of beer is a good idea except we don't have wheels." He goes, "Oh yeah, but my car's on it's way from Georgia. Unfortunately it won't be here until next week. I should'a drove it here." I go, "We'll walk over to the campus and see who's around." Ryan walks close to me like he does with Robby. This really is the right role for him. I put my arm across his shoulders, he looks up at me, saying, "This is so cool, Dylan, I'm getting a stiffy in my pants." Huh, that gets my dick to stiffen up a little too, and then I think of his big cock and know my rectum is going to miss it, so I say, "I might decide that you fuck me sometimes, ya know." He says, "You're the boss, Dylan." I guess being the boss has it's good points, but it seems that a lot of annoying responsibilities are involved too. We manage to cross route 114 without getting run over and then on campus we don't see anybody we know. Ryan asks, "Can we stop in my room? Marty has a car, maybe he's there." I go, "Oh, good idea. Yeah, lets go." Ryan's dorm room is on the second floor and when we're inside his room there's no Marty. I look around, then go, "Jesus, this is kinda small, isn't it?" He says, "When you're not used to it I guess it would seem small, but I don't mind it." Two twin beds, two small desks, and one small lounge chair. He points to it, saying, "Marty brought that with him from home. This is my bed." I sit on his bed, "It feels nice, Ryan. No TV?" He says, "We have a small one in that closet, but we watch the flat screen one in the quad's social room usually." He looks at me, then sits next to me on the bed, muttering, "I usually sit on the bed if I'm not at my desk." He looks so cute with his new haircut I run my fingers up the back of his head and Ryan leans against me. I ask, "Do you know where Marty is?" He shakes his head and then quietly asks, "Will you kiss me?" I wet my lips, and with a finger under his chin I move his head upward a little and slowly move my head down so our lips meet. Dominant or submissive Ryan's still the best make-out I've come across. I push him back so he's laying on the bed and I lay on his chest as we continue sucking lips and licking at each other's tongue. Then I let Ryan do his magic with his lips and tongue while my cock gets real hard. My hand goes to his crotch and I feel the hard bulge in his pants so I slip my hand under the waistband and massage his boner through his jockey shorts. He moans into my mouth and then sucks on my tongue and it's my turn to moan quietly. I squirm on his body running my fingers through his hair as his fingers rub the bristles of hairs on the back of my head. Our mouths separate and the side of our faces slide together as we breath deeply with our hearts pounding and our cocks throbbing. Catching my breath I pull his pants down over his slender hips to his knees and grope his naked cock and balls, my fingers ruffle his pubic hairs as he makes a whining sound of desire. I lift off him, muttering, "Turn over," and then help him do that as I pull down my zipper and free my boner. My cock presses against the lips of his asshole just as a big precum bubble leaks from the head. Ryan's on his stomach, half laying on the bed sideways with the toes of his sneakers touching the floor, his pants around his ankles now. The precum helps my cocks head pop past his sphincter as he groans. It's surprising how tight his asshole is considering all the use it got last summer. Then I think of that for a second, and stop to croak out, "They used condoms, right?"My voice sounds funny to me. Ryan's doing his fast head nod rubbing his face on the bedspread. He says, "Yeah, I told you that before, always rubbers." Rubbers, you don't hear that too much. Well, they were down south after all. The head of my cock is surrounded by the warmth and tightness of Ryan's spongy rectum and making me shudder and go, "Ooooh, mmm." I blow out a long exhale, holy shit this feels good! I go, "Uummm," and hump my hips surprising myself when three inches of my trembling boner disappears up his ass. I hold my breath to keep from doing an embarrassing moan of pleasure. When I need to I let out my held breath and it makes a noisy wheezing sound as I grope his firm buttock, remembering he has hair on his ass from when I rimmed him. I don't normally see his ass of course. Leaning forward my cock goes up his ass further with Ryan groaning, "Aaaah, oooow," so I stop and massage his shoulder until he says, "I'm okay, Dylan, it feels good now, really good." I rub his back, liking this sex a lot, and then hump the rest of my cock inside his ass and lay against him feeling my cock slide in another little bit. All around my cock his rectum embraces my boner and makes my shoulders shudder on their own. Standing up again, I withdraw my boner as my body's shaking from the incredible sensations his ass caused on my cock. The sexy sensations spread all around my groin and I swallow another moan of arousal. Jesus, this feels awesome. Wow, and then my boner disappears up his ass again bringing on another shudder from both of us. Then I can't help myself, I begin driving my cock in his ass fast, creating the,"Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds of male fucking. My cock moves smoothly back and forth in his rectum with tons of friction tantalizing it, especially the head. I imagine I can feel the head sliding over his prostate button and getting it ringing with pleasure for him. Ryan moves on the mattress moaning and pushing his ass back at my thrusts in a jerking motion that throw off my rhythm, so I smack his ass, saying, "Stop that!" and smack him again really hard getting a yelp out of him as my cock gets harder still. "Ooooh, mmmm," I lean down putting my hands on his shoulders and gripping them as my hips are moving seemingly on their own, it's fast and hard thrusts slamming my cock up his ass. I'm gritting my teeth slamming my boner in his ass harder and faster still with rapid, "Slapslapslapslapslap," noise filling the room. Ryan buck's under my thrusting, moaning loudly so I slap him again, this time on the back of his head and keep fucking him until my orgasm overwhelms every sense in my body. I lay on him, whimpering and humping against his butt cheeks as cum pumps from my balls that making me dizzy from the unbelievable sensations exploding all over my groin. It's causing almost pain on the inside off my thighs and high up my legs. My body vibrates and shakes and then I gasp and try absorbing all the wonderful feeling coming my way. When my climax fizzles out I hump his ass wildly for another minute recreating tiny imitations of the pleasure I felt during climax, then lay on him again. My cock feeling awesome encased by his rectum. Inhaling deeply I get a head full of Ryan's sexy scent, then think, 'Oh, yeah, there's Ryan,' and I feel bad I was only thinking of my own pleasure. Glancing down I see my hand print just fading from the side of his right butt cheek from my last slap there. I slowly stand up and reluctantly pull my cock out still mad at myself for treating Ryan this way. I go to say something, but he turns around quick as a cat and hugs me around the waist tightly, then he says, "Thank you, Dylan, that was fantastic. I had my climax minutes before you had yours, I couldn't hold it back," and he buries his face against my groin taking my cock in his mouth and slurping on it like crazy. I'm shocked he liked that fuck because I wasn't thinking of his pleasure, just mine. I didn't even notice when he climaxed. Ryan sucks my cock into another boner, looks up at me with a pleading expression, his eyes at the top of their sockets. His mouth is filled with my hard cock, and the head of my new boner is pressing out his right cheek. Is he looking for approval, or what? Looking down at him I don't know what to think. He grins around my cock, then takes his mouth off of it and turns himself around bending over, supporting himself with his hands on the bed as he pushes his cum drooling ass up at me. Looking back at me, he goes, "Please," so I take my latest boner in my fingers, guide the head to his leaking asshole and lean forward sliding it all the way in until my crotch is leaning heavily against his buttocks. Ryan puts his head back and moans, "Mmmmmm, ooooh, fuck me, Dylan." Holy shit! I begin humping my boner in his ass again as Ryan moans and pushes his ass back at each of my thrusts, my boner sliding up his ass snugly and it's, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," again from my fairly fast penetrations with my cock responding with scintillating sensations as I grab his hips and really pound my cock up his ass. I'm grunting and moaning myself now, but after five minutes I can tell I'm not going to have a follow-up climax, so I mutter, "It's not happening," and he looks back at me, his face red and dripping with sweat, "I'm almost there, don't stop, please." I look at him straggly, amazed by his need, then pick-up the speed loving the sensations on my cock even though an orgasm doesn't appear to be happening for me. For Ryan it's a different story though, he's moaning and groaning, thrashing around, his head in motions with his hips steadily pushing back and the muscles in his ass tightly gripping my boner as it moves back and forth inside him. He has an amazingly tight rectum and then two humps of Ryan's hips, he goes, "Aaaaaah, uuummm," and squirts out three short lines of spunk and then falls forward onto his bed, laying in his own cum, my cock pulling out of his ass in the process. Right away I notice my cock is tender and very sensitive. My poor cock hasn't felt friction on it like that in quite awhile and it isn't use to being used like this. Damn, it's sore. I'm wiped-out so I plop down on the bed next to Ryan, who's laying on his chest breathing hard in between quiet moans. I rub his head lightly and he looks up, to mutter, "That felt good," then he sits up next to me, asking, "How'd you like the role reversal?" I'm not sure how to answer that. It's a whole new set of sensation and of course it was hot and very sexy, but I missed feeling Ryan's big cock plowing my rectum. I go, "It was really hot, Ryan, and I had an good climax, but I still prefer being the bottom. On the other hand, thinking about it, there's something quite special about topping. There's definitely a dominant feeling in there somewhere that's very cool." He says, "I loved being fucked by you, but um, you could be a lot rougher with me? That gets me hotter than anything, but you have a great penis there, I'm not taking anything away from that. Rob's is fatter, but a couple inches shorter, so... I don't know. I loved them both. It's so relaxing being the submissive guy and letting you guys do all the work." I shrug, "Both ways are fucking hot. I like sex quite a bit in case I haven't mentioned it." He goes, "Me too. Um, if I bring the paddle next time do you think you could paddle me some before fucking me. Just till tears are running down my face. I really know my place when I've been paddled hard." I mutter, "I don't know, I've gotta think about that, it's not something that comes naturally to me. Not that I didn't like being the top because I did, the fucking part I mean. Anyway, I did smack your ass a few times so I think I could give your ass a paddling." He goes, "Yeah, that accelerates and heightens my climax knowing I've been properly punished. That first climax I had was huge, but the second one was awesome too." I nod my head feeling good that I could fuck a couple of loads out of him. He goes, "Heh heh, I'm sitting in some of my own cum and your cum is draining out of my ass too. God, I feel good! I haven't felt this good since before I went away." That's another way of saying he liked me fucking him better than Rob, I assume. Just to be sure about the Georgia asshole's using condoms, I ask, "You're sure those guys always used condoms last summer, right?" He goes, "I'm positive, Dylan. Do you think this is gonna work out for us? You being the top? I sure hope so because it really works for me." I shrug, "I don't know. Um, you want to be paddled, so what did the Georgia asshole's do to you that you didn't like?" He says, "Everything they did was basically cruel and heartless, but I'm too embarrassed to describe it to you. You'd think I'm sick in the head if I told you." I go, "I don't want to hear it anyway, but I take it was much worse than paddling you, right?" He goes, "Ha! That's putting it mildly, but mostly I hated they way they humiliated and degraded me. That's how they got their rocks off after the physical punishment." This is a rather disturbing conversation, so I try changing the subject, "Where will you pick up your Mini Cooper convertible?" "Oh, my parents arranged for it to be driven onto the campus from Boston's train station. It's coming by train I think." I chuckle, "You don't know? Ha ha, you're a wee bit spoiled by your parents, aren't you?" He grins, "Yeah, and I love it. Do I act like a spoiled brat?" Hmmm, no, actually he doesn't, I go, "It's kinda a oxymoron to be submissive and act like a spoiled brat at the same time, wouldn't ya say?" He nods grinning, and I'm curious, so I ask, "What's with your roommate and that tall kid. They're both gay, right?" He goes, "Both Marty and Rex are gay, yes, but Marty has a boyfriend back home. He's from Pennsylvania and so is Rex, but Rex isn't Marty's boyfriend, they're just gay friends. I met them online like I told ya. I'm not sure yet if I like Marty, but I think Rex is uber hot, although he doesn't seem interested in me." I'm putting my sloppy cock away and zipping up, mumbling, "Well, good luck with both of them. Rex seemed to be demonstrating a dominant posture with you when I saw him this morning, patting your cheek and all that kinda thing." Ryan says, "Yeah, he's dominant, but nice about it too. I can tell he's not the kind of prick I've run into in the past, but maybe the only dom's interested in me are the pricks." I stand up, muttering, "Or maybe it's just bad luck on your part. Rob's not a prick and he was, and is, interested in you." Ryan stand up too, his buttocks covered with smeared cum. He says, "Yeah, but Rob's not what I call dominant and I'm not convinced he is all that interested in me. I think he's agreeing to the threesome for your benefit. He and I both know you're really the one in charge. I just realized that during our, um, argument today." I mumble, "That's just so wrong, Ryan."He looks behind him, and mutters, "Um, I gotta clean my ass, but that was awesome sex, Dylan. Thanks, you rock both ways." As he goes into the bathroom, I'm thinking, 'Rocks both ways, huh? Not really'. It was different though, and quite pleasurably sexy and all that, just not as hot for me as the other way. Still, there that touch of dominance I sensed. I can see the attraction to that. Ryan comes out of the bathroom with his pants pulled up. He asks, "What are we gonna do now?" How the fuck do I know? Then his roommate comes in, and says, "Hi, Ryan, who's your friend? Oh, wait, it's Dylan, right?" I go, "Yeah, Marty, we met at the apartment, how ya doing?" and we bump fists with Marty staring at me, then saying, "Dude, you're beautiful, but what's with that fucked-up haircut?"Shit, I forgot a hat. What an idiot I am! Ryan goes, "I fucked it up, Marty, it's my bad and I feel terrible about it." Marty laughs, "Don't get within six feet of me with scissors in your hand, Wilcocks. Jesus, that sucks!" He walks around me looking at the damage to my hair, running his fingers over the ridges chuckling, then he says to me, "Get a fucking hat, dude. People don't want to look at shit like that." I ask, "Can you give us a ride to Tracy's?" Marty's like, "Who the fuck's Tracy?" I tell him and he's like, "Hell, yeah, I'll give you a ride. How come you didn't tell me about this beer guy, Ryan?" Ryan shrugs pushing his glasses up his little nose, "I don't know. You drink beer, Marty?" Marty says, "Fuck yeah, I'm in college aren't I?" Then he looks at Ryan's bed, asking, "Is that cum on your bedspread? You guys been fucking?" Ryan says, "Yep," and Marty says, "I'm so fucking horny. It's almost been a week without sex now. Who fucked who?" Ryan mutters, "He did, why?" Marty goes, "Good to know your a bottom, Wilcocks. I'll leave it at that, but you buy the condoms... heh heh." Ryan looks at him wide-eyed and Marty goes, "What the fuck happened to your ponytail? You look like you're twelve years old." Ryan mumbles, "I got a haircut," and Marty says, "No shit, okay lets get that beer if you two toads are done fucking." Marty's very different in these familiar surroundings of his dorm room. He was a defensive pain in the ass when he was over our apartment for dinner. Now he's just a pain in the ass. We go outside and walk to Marty's nondescript Ford. He says, "The passenger door doesn't open from the outside. I'll get it from inside," and he gets in the driver's seat to reach over opening the door. It's a two door sedan so I get in the back and Ryan gets in the passenger seat, saying, "My car will be here next week." Marty starts the car and it backfires scaring the shit out of me. He chuckles, and we're off with me giving directions and those two talking about cars. Like Ryan, I'm not sure if I like Marty or not, but he's more approachable now. When he was at our place, like I said, he was a defensive arrogant asshole. He has an edge to him, for sure, and he really didn't need to ridicule my haircut as much as he did. It's possible he's a prick at heart. Good thing he has a boyfriend, but that isn't going to stop him from fucking Ryan. There's also an outside chance that Marty might be the hot shit type guy with a smart-ass thing to say to everyone, but inside he's a good guy. We'll see. Marty parks at the curb below Tracy's big apartment, asking, "What do we do now?" I say, "We see if Tracy's in." Marty chuckles again, "Didn't one of you nerds think to call ahead to see if he's in?" I'm leaning heavily now on the guess that Marty's a prick. I ignore his 'nerd' comment, and say, "Open the door, Ryan." We all get out and go up the steps and Tracy comes out of the apartment with a bottle of beer in his hand. "Yo, Newman, wassup?" I go, "What the fuck ya think? We need beer, dude." He says, "Who's this?" nodding his head at Marty. I say, "He's cool. Ryan's roommate." Tracy nods his head, then mumbles, "The other beer has been sold, Now all I got at the moment, other than my stash, is a case of Rolling Rock pony bottles and two six packs of Miller." I go, "How much for the ponies?" He shrugs, "I'll let you have it for thirty-five, and let's say nineteen for the Miller six packs, only because I like you." He takes a pull on his bottle of beer as I look at Ryan, "Ya got thirty-five bucks on you." He goes, "Hell yeah," and Marty pulls out a twenty saying, "I'll take the Miller. It isn't lite beer is it?" Tracy says, "Nah, come on inside." We make the purchases and hump the beer to the car. Marty asks, "You guys want me to drop you off someplace or are you coming back to the dorm?" Ryan says, "Could you drop Dylan off at his apartment? I'll come back with you, we'll be eating dinner soon." Marty mutters, "Sure thing," then to me, "Sorry about breaking your balls, Dylan. You are one awesomely sexy kid." He nods at Ryan, asking me, "Any chance of a three-way bang-up in my little buddy's and my dorm room sometime?" Ryan turns around to look at me, "Say yes, Dylan," and I go, "Well I'm not saying 'no', lets see how things go." Marty says, "Good deal, this year maybe is gonna rock. Last year sucked which is why I was online during the summer trying to line something up." Ryan asks, "What about your boyfriend, Marty? I thought...." Marty goes, "We're not pussies about having sex with other guys. I mean we're boyfriends, but we have an open relationship. Only young once, ya know." Nice philosophy! He drives me to the front door of the apartment building, turns around looking at me, and says, "I knew I picked the right roommate in Ryan here, but I never imagined he'd have a boyfriend like you, Dylan. I love surprises when they're good ones." Ryan says, "We're not really boyfriends, Marty," and Marty says, "Boyfriends, fuck buddies, what's in a name? It all works for me. Nice seeing you again, Dylan." As Ryan gets out to let me out, I mutter, "Yeah, you too, Marty." Carrying the case of pony bottles up the steps I'm still not sure if I like Marty or not. Also, he's not especially hot. He's nice enough looking and tall at around six foot, two or three inches with a good build, and he's got the two day whisker look going for him and his preppy haircut. But ya know, the jury's still out on Marty, I guess I would have to say. Letting myself into the apartment I find Chubby putting beer in the refrigerator. He sees the case I'm holding, "Hot shit, bro. We're loaded with beer. Love those ponies too." Then he goes, "What the fuck happened to your hair? Jesus H Christ!" I put the beer down and give Chubby a quick hug and he surprises me by giving me a quick kiss on the lips, then asking, "What's with the hair?" He didn't think twice about the kiss, it's automatic now. Gee, I really like that, and my brother's another guy who's personal scent I love. I love him, period. I tell him about Ryan trying to give me a haircut. Chubby shakes his head, then gives me a hug. He says, "Get the fucking clippers out again, you've got another buzz cut coming your way. Oh my God, the back of your head! This is criminal. That little redhead needs to stay away from my brother's hair or I'm gonna kick his skinny ass all over Merrimack's campus. Go ahead, Dylan, get the clippers out." I go, "Okay, Chub," and get them out and plug them in. Taking off my shirt, I sit on the stool that hasn't moved since I gave Ryan a haircut. Chubby feels the bristles on the side and back of my head, asking, "What's this, a quarter inch." I nod my head and he goes, hmmm, "Hey, instead of a buzz how about a faux hawk? Ryan mercifully didn't tough the hairs going down the middle of your head. The back is buzzed already so that can't be part of the faux hawk obviously." I shrug, "Yeah, that'd be better than a boring buzz cut. First Chubby evens out the ridges, some that I didn't even notice, not that I looked that hard. It was too painful to look at. He has to go very short on the sides and back to eliminate the ridges, but that makes the faux hawk better proportioned... real short on the sides with the other hair tapered to the longer hairs on top.Then he corrects the outlining around my ears and finally uses scissors and comb to give the hairs on top the taper I mentioned. The hair tapers up to the one and a quarter inch hairs that make up the inch wide row down the middle of my head. That's the mohawk part. It's too short to really qualify as a faux hawk, like the one Seth had at the beginning of the summer, but everything is cut evenly and the haircut looks more professional now. Chubby says, "I forgot how cool it is to give you a haircut, brother," and he rubs my head affectionately, then gives my shoulders a hug, mumbling, "Looks a lot better now, bro. Love you!" No lecture from Chubby, he just helps me out and does it with brotherly love. It gives me a warm feeling all over. We both grab a beer and take a seat on the balcony. I ask, "Besides the professor's class you're opting out of, how are your other professors, Chubby?" He goes, "Well, there's this one who's what we call a golden oldie. I'm guessing he was offered tenure not too long after World War I ended and he hasn't updated his syllabus since. Some of his required text are now consider too racists to even own. The word is out that this guy's idea of a lecture is a thirty minute drool-filled rant with many, many long pauses. Apparently our grades won't get posted for four or five months after the semester has ended, and once they do post, they won't make any sense. He gave someone a J+ one time. That's the skinny on this guy so he'll be a push over." I'm laughing, then go, "Should be fun. Any other notables?" Chubby chugs some beer and lights a cigarette, saying, "I got the opposite of the old professor. The yin and yang of professors. This guy just got out of grad school and he's fucking ready to change some lives, let me tell ya. Excitable guy telling us he intends stimulating our minds through fun and original techniques. He made each of us stand up and say 'vagina' and 'penis' because he felt it's make us all comfortable with each other. The class was giggling like fucking schoolgirls because those words will never stop being hilarious." Taking his cigarette I drag on it and wet the filter, then say, "I don't believe a word of that," and Chubby says, "He actually is just out of grad school, the rest of it, John Beverly and I made up. And then we got Mark as our other professor. He started by telling us not to call him professor, call him Mark. Guess that's his first name, although I wasn't listening that closely so I can't be sure. He's the coolest professor on campus, according to him, and the word is he has his classes at a bar after midterms. John says Mark will probably cancel classes when the weather gets nice and he'll have his stand-up comic buddy come in for guest lectures. The problem with Mark is when finals roll around he'll realize he doesn't have grades for anyone, so no more 'mister nice guy'. The next thing we know we'll have two term papers, three quizzes, and the final exam all due in a week." I go, "You're nuts," and Chubby says, "John's a bad influence on me. This is some of the shit we write to each other instead of taking notes during the introductory classes." We bullshit for an hour with Chubby getting me laughing my ass off and then Robby comes in. And the first thing we deal with is my haircut. Robby's pissed off at Ryan, but thanks Chubby for at least making it look professional, sort of. Robby says, "You might want to consider a hat, Dylan," and Chubby goes, "Hey! It looks good." Then Robby and I kiss and hug with Robby swaying me back and forth a little and Chubby groaning about our affectionate display, but he does it in a joking way. After a couple of beers, the three of us make our dinner of hamburgers on the grill, french fried potatoes and coleslaw. Along the way we drink some more beers and we're all very pleased with things so far. We watch a Red Sox playoff game on TV and then Chubby says, "That's it for me tonight, guys. A shower and then I hit the sack. These two day weeks have been exhausting. College is so hard." I mumble, "I hear ya, bro, and just imagine the horror of a four day week." He grins, we hug and say good night." Robby looks at me, "Ready for bed, baby?" I go, "You know it," and we walk into our bedroom hand in hand. to be continued... Donny Mumford _thinat20@yahoo.com_ (mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com) ======================================================== I have had two books published that are available on Amazon that maybe you would like to order and read. Actually one book and one short story. The short story is titled "Concealed Agony - Gay Romance" (and I didn't pick that title.) Read this short story first. And the book is named "Oliver's Wildwood Vacation" They are both about 'Oliver'. You can easily find them by searching for 'Donny Mumford' at the Amazon web site. And I would appreciate it if you would provide a comment at the site for the stories as well. Thanks. Donny Mumford ============================================================================ Also please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expense of maintaining this story site on line.