Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 22:26:02 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR    Chapter  13

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  13


by  Donny  Mumford


That was awesome spontaneous sex with Robby. It happened right after our
weight lifting program and it was initiated by the head of our household
himself, and of course endorsed with an enthusiastic stamp of approval by me.
Spontaneous sex, or any kind of sex, doesn't work well unless both parties
think  it's a damn good idea. Sometimes with beginners one or the other of
them needs  to talk the other into it. They both must be willing partners
before doing it in  order for it to be a fulfilling experience for both.  I love
spontaneous  sex, and this time especially because of something that
happened a little bit  earlier. Like I said, we completed our weight lifting
program, but during the  lifting Ryan yelled at me. He felt I wasn't lifting to
my potential and he was  mean-spirited and bitchy with his criticism. That
made Robby really mad, so he  yelled at Ryan bringing him to tears. It was a
tense situation that ended oddly.  We finished and then Ryan left, seemingly
on shaky good terms with Robby and me.  I assume that because he turned down
our offered ride back to Merrimack's  campus. He said he wanted to walk so
he could think some unnamed things out.  Robby and I are at a loss as to
what exactly he was referring to... it could be  any number of things. Anyway,
after he left like that having sex never entered  my mind. I was concerned
about Ryan because he hasn't been nearly the person he  was before his
Georgia experiences. Robby and I skirted the Ryan issue and  instead talked
generally about our first week at college. Then, unexpectedly,  Robby
mischievously told me to come over and sit on his lap. We were still on  the balcony at
the time and naturally with me on his lap we began making out.  One thing
led to another and it ended with sex in our bedroom. The odd  circumstances of
earlier during the weight lifting, and the unexpectedness of  this sex with
Robby somehow combined to make it especially hot for me. Now we're  laying
on our bed, cooling down after the heat of sex, and we're acting a little
silly.

When Robby and I have lover's sex we're like love birds afterwards  hugging
each other and whispering words of love, but after fun, recreationally  sex
we're not usually like that. It's a different atmosphere and we first
breath  in the sexiness, absorbing the sexy heat, then relax and goof around a
little  appreciating what we have in one another. Maybe we even feel cocky
that we have  something together that no other guys we know have. We're very
happy, of course,  and I guess pleased with ourselves too. It's a really nice
feeling and not  something I have any intention of ever giving up. At times
like this it seems  incongruous that we mess around with other recreational
sex in the form of  side-sex, but we do it anyway. Hopefully we'll do less
of it this year then we  did last year, and then even less the next year
until we don't want or need it  at all. That's our mutual goal and we both feel
that day is coming, although  it's not going to be tomorrow. It's only been
a week that we've shared this bed  in our sophomore year of college, but I
can tell already it feels different than  last year. Robby and I are more
committed to each other now and therefore our  mutual sex is better than ever.
Because of that the side-sex we do seems less  inviting than it did before.
There's still temptation, but it's less of an  irresistible urge in me than
it used to be. I'm not fooling myself that I won't  give in to the urge, but
I can feel myself getting a little closer to the time  that I'll be able to
resist it. I expect there will be a day when I can grin and  shrug at the
urge, wondering why I ever gave into it. Even in deeply committed
relationships I'd imagine one still has temptations, but it's being able to  recognize
you're tempted but refuse to act on it... that's the sign of a mature  and
committed relationship, at least that's how I see it.


Robby's cell phone is ringing in the pocket of his jeans. His jeans are
laying in a heap on the floor somewhere. He reluctantly gets off the bed to
retrieve his cell phone and then answers it. After a short conversation he
ends  the call, and says to me, "That was Chip Arnold, the baseball team's
co-captain. Um, I'm sorry, but there's a get together for all infielders at
his  apartment after this afternoon's meeting. Chip's says it'll help everyone
get  acquainted or reacquainted and we'll have some beers and pizza too.
It's kinda  mandatory for starting position players to attend so I've gotta go
although I'd  rather stay here with you." He walks into the bathroom,
saying over his  shoulder, "Maybe you and Ryan can hang out together, or you and
your brother." I  get off the bed and follow him into the bathroom so I can
clean up too,  especially my ass. I say, "Nah, I'm not doing that because
Ryan's acting  strange, and anyway he's going to the movies with his roommate
tonight, and  Chubby's working. Dougie Hamilton is coming over for a haircut
so maybe I'll  hang out with him afterwards. Or I could stop in at Tracy's
and see what's  happening there. Don't worry about me, Robby, I'll be fine."
I grin to myself  because Robby's trying to act blasé about the baseball
beer and pizza party, but  I know he gets excited about anything to do with
the baseball team. He loves  that teammate stuff, he's not fooling me. Hell,
that's no problem, I want him to enjoy himself. He's a little  flustered like
he gets when he's excited, as he mutters, "Oh hell, maybe I'd  better take
a quick shower instead of just cleaning up, um... what do you  think?" I
smile as I turn the shower on for him. The water needs to warm up, so  I say,
"A shower is a good idea, Robby." With a hand on both my shoulders, he  looks
into my eyes, asking, "You're sure you're okay with me going to this beer
and pizza thing?" I have to smile because more and more he has these moments
 when he treats me like his kid instead of his lover. He likes taking care
of me  and I like it too. I say, "Don't  be silly, Robby, I'm a big boy. I
can  take care of myself." He nods his head, muttering, "Yeah, of course. Ha
ha, I  don't know what I was thinking. It's just, I don't know, I don't want
you to  think the team's more important to me than you because nothing's
more important  than you." I mutter, "I know that, take your shower,
boyfriend." He grins at me,  steps into the tub, and pulls the shower curtain. I
finish cleaning up, grinning  to myself, feeling good that Robby said that thing
about nothing's more  important than me. Anyone would feel good hearing
that.


Grabbing a beer in the  kitchen, I slip a Counting Crows CD in the player,
and wander out on the  balcony to drink my pony bottle of beer and smoke a
cigarette. Plopping down in  one of the two outdoor armchairs and swigging
some beer, I'm feeling Robby and I  are in a very good place for this period
of our lives. Sure we still have  side-sex and don't begrudge it for each
other, well not all that much. We get a  little jealous when we know about it,
but we're still a hell of a lot closer to  a committed relationship with
each other than ever before. Certainly closer than  anyone else we know, and
closer than most twenty year olds in general. How many  twenty year old guys,
or guys and girls, have been going together for over three  years? Very few
I'd imagine, but that's our story and I'm proud of it. A lot of  the credit
for our longevity goes to Robby's, but some is mine too. No brag, but
Robby and me are unique. My cell phone rings and it's Dougie who wants to know
if it would be alright to come at six o'clock rather than five? And will I
give  Jamie a haircut too? Hmmm, I don't want too many guys getting haircuts
because  if I don't watch out that's all I'll have time for. Jamie is a
pretty cute lad,  so sure, I tell him 'okay' on both counts. It's four-forty
right now so I'm  expecting Chubby to be bopping in any minute and maybe we can
have dinner  together before he leaves for his eight hour shift at
McDonalds. Wow, flipping  burgers for eight hours straight!  Chubby's always been a
hard worker.  Nothing lazy about my brother.


Robby come out five minutes  later, "I'm taking off now, Dylan, give me a
kiss goodbye," and he leans over my  shoulder so we can kiss on the lips. He
smells clean and sexy. "I love you,  Robby," and he rubs my hair, saying,
"Right back at you, boyfriend. Gotta run,"  and he's gone. I reach down and
retrieve my hat off the balcony floor, the one  Robby knocked off earlier when
we were making-out. The Counting Crows are  working their way through that
awesome cut, 'Mr. Jones', when Chubby sticks his  head out the balcony's
sliding door to say, "Hi, brother! Ya wanna share a pizza  with me?" I hop up
and give Chubby a hug and a quick kiss on his lips, "I missed  you, Chub,
wha'cha been up to?" He opens the lid of the large pizza box, saying,  "Well,
bro, like you, I had classes this morning. Then, as you know, I lunched  at
Five Guys, awesome burgers I must say, and then an afternoon class. After
that John Beverly and I hooked up with Judy Rinker and her friend, Mary
Butler,  in the quad for some flirting and general goofing around, including a
little  grab ass." I purposely act obtuse, "You and John Beverly were doing
some grab  ass together?" He laughs, "No, ya nut, we did it with the girls.
College  student's shit, you know. And, it looks like John and Mary are hitting
it off  too. I know Judy and I are. She's so easy to talk to and she thinks
I'm funny."  I take another slice of pizza, muttering, "Oh yeah? Well, you
are funny, bro.  Um, I thought Mary had a long time boyfriend." Chubby bites
into his second  slice of pizza, chews it, then says, "Yeah, she does, but
the guy's not here." I  chew, nodding my head, then go, "Oh, yeah, there's
that."Chubby tells me, "Mary  was telling us how instant messaging has
allowed for unbelievable advances in  the world of gossiping and flirting." I ask,
"How so?" and Chubby explains, "All  you need to do is copy and paste juicy
tidbits of information to your friends  and acquaintances. Plus, instant
messaging makes stalking a cinch! Just add  whoever is your latest infatuation
to your buddy list and keep an eye on their  away messages. You can track
each and every movement they make without the  hassle of rummaging through a
bunch of their garbage." I grab another slice of  pizza, mumbling, "I don't
know what the fuck you're talking about, but it sounds  good, whatever it
means." Chubby goes, "Oh yeah, I'm with you. I don't know what  it means
either, I'm just repeating what that wild girl, Butler, said. She's a  hoot."

Chubby always make me laugh.  I say, "So, you listen to Mary's ramblings
and pretend you follow what she's  saying?" He goes, "Of course, I gotta seem
like I'm up on this shit. Like she  told us, flirting has increased five
hundred percent since the inception of  instant messaging. Interesting stuff
like that. College would-be Casanovas  simply need a screen-name and a catchy
joke, and their as good as laid. Just  like that." I ask, "Mary Butler is
telling you all this?" He goes, "Yeah, she's  an endless supply of material I
can reuse to seem cool." I go, "You're already  too cool for school, bro,
fuck Mary Butler." He says, "That's exactly what John  has in mind." I go,
"There's way too much courting involved with you straight  dudes. Gays don't
need all that bullshit before getting it on." He finishes his  third slice of
pizza, saying, "I hope you're not one of those loose gay guys,  Dylan. That
would worry me, bro." I raise my eyebrows, "Look who's talking, Mr.  Horn
job himself." He says, "Seriously, Dylan, we all know there's danger  lurking
still, and it's still called AIDS. That abomination hasn't gone away." I
look at him, "Thanks for your concern, Chubby, but there's no need to worry."
He  nods his head, "Sure, if you say so, but what would I do without you, ya
know?"  I go, "Why so morbid, Chub?" He shrugs, "I don't know. Sorry, but I
love you so  much, that's all. I don't tell you that often enough and..."
He shrugs again,  not being able to finish his thought. I ask, "Did you hear
of someone that's  contracted AIDS?" He says, "No, nothing like that. It's
just came up in my  Modern Society course, my afternoon course today. That's
all, sorry I brought it  up." So am I, but hearing Chubby say he loves me is
always a special treat. We  know we love each other, but he's right that we
don't tell each other enough. I  mumble, "I love you too, Chubby, probably
more than you know. Us always,  brothers forever." He says, "Yep, you and me
against the world as always." I go,  "You and me, and Robby. Hey, do you
think you might want to live with Robby and  me when we're married?" He looks
at me like I'm nuts, then his expression  softens and he murmurs, "Ya never
know, Dylan. We'll see, or maybe I'll just  live close by." Huh, I guess it
is silly of me, but it could work... and it  could work even if Chubby gets
married too. We're not like everyone else. Chubby  probably thinks I'm naive
suggesting that, but I'm sure it could  work.


I suggest a beer with our  pizza, but Chubby says no because he doesn't
want to have beer breath the first  day of work. He goes, "Beer breath the
second day, no problem. After all we're  college students, but everyone knows
beer breath the first day on the job  signals to your employer a certain lack
of commitment." We finish the pizza  laughing at Chubby's rants about his
college professors, who couldn't possibly  be as eccentric as he describes
them. He's so full of energy and fun I love  being with him, and when he leaves
for work after a hug goodbye I sit on the  balcony fantasying that Chubby
and me somehow could go back ten years together  and live those years all
over again. It's like the words to my mom's Bob Dylan  song that goes, 'I'd
give ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat, if our  lives again could be
like that'. Funny that I remember a Bob Dylan song because  I never play a
Dylan CD, and as a matter of fact, I don't even own one.  My  mom named me
after him so maybe I'll buy one of his CDs. Hmmm, I probably won't,  on second
thought. Checking my watch I see it's almost six o'clock so I wander  through
the apartment and go outside to the front stoop for a cigarette and to
wait for Dougie and Jamie. Giving those two kids haircuts will be fun. I like
doing it, but I'd never make being a barber my profession. That's because
I'd  have to give haircuts to anybody who walked into the barbershop, and I
want to  pick and choose who I give haircuts to.


Halfway done my cigarette a  red, four door Ford Focus pulls up to the curb
below. Dougie Hamilton gets out  the driver's side while Jamie does the
same from the passenger side. Dougie  looks up at me and waves, then the two of
them start up the steps. Dougie's  pressing the back of his wrist to his
nose. I remember meeting him in Stop &  Shop that first time when he told me
he was shy. He didn't seem shy when I met  him outside his dorm three or four
days ago, and not when I saw him earlier  today either. Actually, let me
reconsider that. He was depressed that first day  because of his roommate
situation, being bullied and all that. Then today all he  did was call out to
me, so maybe he is shy. We'll see how he is today. There's  no question about
Jamie's, he's no shrinking violet... there's no 'shy' in that  kid. Watching
those two comes up the steps it again hits me how slim Dougie is.  I
remember seeing his skinny legs sticking out of his shorts last summer. Nice  legs
though with short, dark, fairly straight hairs on his calves that I
wouldn't mind running my fingers through. His arms and hands are thin too,
although I can only see his hands now because he's wearing long cargo pants and  a
long-sleeve pullover without a collar. Jamie's not as slim, he's got a
solid  body that looks tight, with a flat stomach. I can tell because his
silk-like  t-shirt hangs loosely straight down from his chest. He might be built
pretty  good. He's not big, neither of them reach five foot, eight inches,
but that's a  nice size for guys. When Dougie reaches me he stops smelling his
wrist and  unconsciously run his fingers through his hair, probably
thinking about his  upcoming haircut. We slap hands, and I mumble, "Dude, wassup?"
Dougie does seem  shy now, as he says, "I'm, ah, I guess nervous about the
haircut, Dylan. Kinda  worried how you're gonna do it," and Jamie says, "Me
too." I flick my cigarette  butt, missing Jamie's head by an inch. He goes,
"Hey!" and I say, "Sorry, Jamie,  it slipped. Um, what the hell, guys, you're
under no obligation to get a haircut  from me. It won't hurt my feelings if
you don't want to,  really."


They look at each other, then  Jamie says, "No, we want to do it. We're
nervous, but you're so sexy we gotta  experience it. At least once anyhow."
Dougie's blushing a dark red, or maybe it  just looks dark because he's so
pale. The thing is, why do guys act like they're  doing me a favor by letting me
give them free haircuts? It's me who's doing the  fucking favor. Jarod was
sort of the same way. I contemplate that while smelling  the back of my hand
for a second, then dropping it down to my side when I  realize I'm doing
it, I go, "You think I'm sexy, huh?" Jamie, goes, "Yeah, duh!  The sexiest kid
at Merrimack and beyond." He slaps a low five with Dougie, and  they lean
against one another briefly. I ask, "Are you two guys gay?" and Jamie  says,
"No gayer than you are, we're exactly as gay, or not as gay as you." I
laugh, "What the hell does that mean?" Dougie says, "We're gay if you are and
we're not gay if you're not." I laugh again, "Come on in," and they traipse
in  after me with Dougie yelping. I assume Jamie goosed him again like I saw
him do  on campus today. I say, "Forget the gay thing. Before I give you
guys haircuts I  need to shampoo both your heads. Really clean hair allows for
more precise  haircutting." They look at each other, then at me with Jamie
muttering, "Okay,  we're game." I guess Jamie's in charge. If so I'm kinda
jealous of Dougie 'cause  how cool would it be to have baby-faced Jamie
bossing me around. Holy shit!  There's also the little matter of Jamie's whiskers
which are curly and soft  looking. A thin line of light brown whiskers
beginning at his sideburns and  extending along his jawbone and across the lower
part of his chin, then up to  his other sideburn. He hasn't done anything to
them, they just grew that way. He  also has maybe the wispiest and cutest
mustache I've ever seen on anyone.  Beginning baby whiskers for young Jamie,
with more to come I'd imagine. Right  now though they're sexy looking, for
sure. I glance at Dougie and see some dark  fuzz on his upper lip, but not
much else. The two of them are looking around the  apartment by moving only
their eyes, standing where they are, just inside the  front door. Jamie
finally mutters, "This is so cool. Can I ask how much it cost  per month?" I go,
"It's twenty-one hundred a month. You guys thinking of an  apartment next
year?" Jamie says, "We can't afford it, but we can do anything we  want to do
in our dorm room, can't we Dougie?" Dougie blushes again bumping his
shoulder against Jamie's, mumbling, "Un huh, hypothetically." Okay, these two  are
a couple of hot, cute gay lads, but they seem very young to me. Was I like
this last year? I don't think so. They're making me feel like I'm mature,
and  that's not easy to do.


"Let's walk down this hall to  my bathroom guys. Who's gonna go first?"
Jamie says, "Dougie is, he's my guinea  pig." Dougie looks at Jamie shaking his
head 'no', but Jamie says, "Yes, you're  first, Dougie. We settled this
earlier and now you need to do what Dylan tells  you. I'll watch, heh heh."
Dougie is very cute, and he's also has sexy written  all over him, and it's not
like he's trying to be sexy. It's his big, dark green  eyes with slightly
droopy eyelids and dark curving eyelashes and narrow black  eyebrows. His
defined cheek bones give him a sexy look too, and that birthmark  on one
cheekbone that I noticed earlier in the week. That little dot really adds  to his
sexiness. That's my opinion obviously. Plus those puffy red lips, and I
like slim bodies which Dougie could be a model for... you know, my ideal slim
bodied boy. Hmmm, on second thought, he might even be too slim. Still, to me
 Dougie's sexy, but maybe he wouldn't be to another gay guy. Very pale
white  complexion with the dark hair... it's an attractive and unusual
combination to  compliment his cute facial features. He's exotic looking, that's what
it is...  exotic and sexy. I explain, "In the bathroom, Dougie, you'll need
to take your  shirt off and sit in the straight back chair facing away from
the sink. I tilt  the chair back and then your perfectly shaped head will
be over the sink so I  can shampoo your hair. Okay?" Dougie asks, "Do I have
a perfectly shaped head?"  I tell him, "Yes, you do." Jamie asks, "How about
my head, is it perfectly  shaped too?" I look at his head, feeling the back
of it, then say , "No, but  it's a nice shape, one I'd be happy to have."
He says, "Okay, lets switch." In  the bathroom they look around, and Jamie
asks, "Where do I sit?" I go, "On the  toilet seat lid." Dougie asks, "Do I
have to take my shirt off? I'd really  rather not." and I explain why he'd
want to, so it doesn't get wet around the  neck in back during his shampoo, and
so itchy hairs don't get all over his shirt  when I give him a haircut. He
goes, "Oh man, I hate taking my shirt off." Jamie  says, "Take your fucking
shirt off, Hamilton," and Dougie pulls it over his head  with a frown on his
face. Totally hairless torso and now I can see he's skinny,  not slim. His
ribs show just like Cory's. That's why he doesn't like taking his  shirt off
I suppose. Okay, he's skinny, that's a flaw I'm willing to  overlook.


Dougie sits in the chair with his hands  folded in his lap and his
shoulders slumped. He looks at me out of the corner of  his eyes, making me grin. I
go, "Jesus, Dougie, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm  going to make you feel
good with a nice shampoo and scalp massage." He says,  "Um, don't you mind
shampooing guys' hair? I wouldn't want to do it." I say, "I  like doing it for
some guys, not all guys. Guys around my age who are cute, but  I'd feel
weird doing it for older men. Now relax and try to enjoy yourself."  Jamie
says, "Oh, so you are gay, huh?" I mutter, "Yeah, it's not a fucking  secret,
Jamie." Then I go into my routine explaining about upscale hair salons  that
always shampoo before cutting hair for both men and women, which both guys
seemed to like hearing about as they mug for each other... kinda cute, but I
know I wasn't as youthfully playful as these  two way back when I was
eighteen or nineteen. In an odd way knowing that fact  makes me feel good.
Tipping his chair back against the sink I run the water to  get it warm, and while
I'm waiting for that my fingers comb through Dougie's  hair. It's full and
soft at the same time, but it smells a little like it needs  a shampoo. I
don't mean it's especially offensive, it just has a pronounced hair  smell to
it. At least it's not greasy. Without mentioning anything about that, I
ask, "After the shampoo what kind of haircut do you want, Dougie?" Jamie says,
"We want you to cut it the way you think it looks good." I glance at Jamie
and  he makes a face at me, one that makes me laugh. He's kind of a hot
shit. I ask,  "Is that your choice, Dougie, what your roommate said?" He  goes,
"Uh huh, we want to see what you think is  cool." I'm wearing my Merrimack
hat and I give a thought to taking it off to see  if they want the haircut I
have... hee hee. I don't though  because they seem serious about this. I go,
"That puts a lot of pressure on me  you know." Jamie mutters, "No worries,
Dylan, any haircut you give us will be  alright with us as long we both have
the same one. We, um, Dougie and me, we  have this awesome hero worship
crush on you, so you can do no wrong in our  eyes." I ask Dougie, "Is he
bullshitting me?" and he goes,  "Nope,"and blushes a really red blush. His face
gets so hot his eyes have tears  in them. Jamie says, "We're gonna start a fan
club for you." I emphatically go,  "Please do not do that!" and I stare at
Jamie who looks  away grinning.


I don't appreciate these youngsters making fun of me, if that's what
they're doing. If it's not what they're doing, how fucking awkward for me. Which
situation is worse? The water's a nice temperature so I use the spray hose
to  wet Dougie's hair and then pour on some nice smelling shampoo, and
massage it  into his hair. His hair has grown out over the tops of his ears and
it's obvious  he hasn't had a haircut since the first time I saw him in Stop
& Shop. He  now has kind of a shaggy head of hair when before it looked
neat. Well, it was  neat, but odd with those long hairs to his chin on both
sides of his face. I  don't know what style I'm going to cut his hair, but
anything will be an  improvement. I hate when guys can't decide how they want
their hair cut  themselves, and ask me to decide. It's been happening too often
lately. As my  fingers move through Dougie's hair in the shampoo, Jamie's
watching me intently.  After a minute he says, "I can't fucking wait till
it's my turn." I grin at him,  and he says, "You know, Dylan, when you and
Dougie walked into the housing  office that day I thought, oh my God, are these
guys hot! Then you sat next to  me and I almost peed my pants, ha ha, or
worse, if you know what I mean." I  mutter, "I don't want to know what you
mean." As I'm massaging Dougie's scalp I  glance down at his face and see his
eyes are closed and he looks relaxed. During  the scalp massage his shoulders
shudder like mine do, and that makes me smile.  Rinsing my hand and drying
it, I squeeze Dougie's thin shoulder, asking, "You  doing alright?" He
grunts, "Uh huh," as Jamie's giggling, then he mutters, "He's  doing better than
alright, heh heh." Dougie's eyes snap open, as he yells, "Mc  Farland, don't
you dare say a word." I guess 'Mc Farland' is Jamie's last name.  Jamie
smirks and moves around on the toilet seat with his hand in his pocket.  Playing
pocket ball? Can I believe this shit? Jamie's nodding his head toward
Dougie while looking at me, so I'm curious and  look down to discover  Dougie's
sprung some wood in his pants. Holy shit, these two aren't just gay,
they're horny gays. I start talking to myself in my head, 'You  will not have sex
with these kids!!!' And I mean it too. I'm on a fucking  crusade!


Ignoring Dougie's boner, I start rinsing his hair as Jamie continues
giggling with Dougie blushing again, hissing, "Jamie, stop it!" I dry his hair,
first with a towel, and then finish drying it with a brush and hairdryer,
asking, "How'd you ever decide to let these two strands of hair grow to your
chin on either side of your face. What's up with that, Dougie?" He says, "I
 wanted to be different then, but now I don't. Now I want to fit in only to
the  degree that I'm the perfect wallflower so no one even notices me."
Jamie says,  "Impossible, Dougie, you're too cute not to be noticed." Dougie
says, "You can  be cute and a wallflower too. Didn't you see that movie,
'Perks Of Being A  Wallflower'?" Jamie says, "Of course I saw it. That's a
totally fucking lame  movie. That kid was the most popular wallflower I ever knew.
Actually he wasn't  a wallflower at all." I ask, "What the fuck's a
wallflower, exactly?" Jamie  says, "It's a person who doesn't participate in
anything, you know, because  they're shy or unpopular, but Dougie's got me as his
roommate so he can forget  the wallflower shit." I go, "All done Dougie,
switch places with mister  personality here." Dougie stands up, looks at me
blushing again, then leans his  head over and kisses my cheek. He freezes for a
second as I grin at him with a  questioning expression on my face. He
stutters, "Him, he, jam, I mean, Jamie  dared me to do that." I put my arm across
his shoulders, quietly saying, "It's  okay, Dougie, thanks for the kiss."
Then to Jamie, "Get you smart ass in the  chair, it's your turn." Jamie sits
down chuckling, "I never thought you'd have  the balls, dude, way to go
Dougie!" Dougie sits on the toilet seat lid running  his fingers through his
clean hair, grinning and blushing like mad. He mutters,  "You owe me ten bucks,
Jamie," then he smells the back of his wrists, still  grinning, but now
he's groping his crotch too. That kid is a bundle of nervous  sexual energy.


Jamie's got a mop of wavy light brown hair. I ask him, "What kind of
haircut did you get the last time you got one?" He says, "A buzz cut. It was
last March or April, before Easter. My father made me get a haircut for Easter.
 He wanted me to look respectable for my grandparents, who were coming for
Easter  dinner." Dougie mumbles, "That right there, Jamie, that's a perfect
example of  too much information," and Jamie laughs, "Ya think?" These two
seem perfect for  each other. Actually they remind me of Ray's brother,
Elliot, and his boyfriend,  Jay. Elliot's shy like Dougie, and Jamie's the
outgoing brash type, like Jay. I  think I like Jamie better than Jay though, and
that's because Jamie's basically  a sweet kid where Jay's just bossy. Jamie
felt bad for me in the housing office.  He and Dougie had hooked up as
roommates and Jamie thought I was the odd man  out, so he felt bad for me. I
explained I was a sophomore living in an  apartment, but he had been sweetly
concerned about me before I told him the  facts of the matter. I'm happy for
these two gay boys. It's heartwarming they  found each other and get along so
well. A lot of young gays tend to be  argumentative with their boyfriends,
concerned with petty jealousies and they  usually don't last long as
boyfriends. These two might make it all the way  through the year and maybe beyond.
Once in a rare while something works out in a  good way. I say, "You got a
buzz haircut six or seven months ago and that's it?  Why didn't you get
another one, say after three months?" "Because I was showing  my independence...
that's what my mom told my dad. The real reason is, I don't  feel comfortable
with short hair, but basically I don't know why I didn't get  another
regular haircut. I wasn't trying to prove anything, I just didn't feel  like it,
I guess. If you weren't so hot and sexy, Dylan, I probably wouldn't get  my
hair cut now." I say, "Jesus! Would you two stop breaking my balls about me
being sexy?" Dougie says, "Un uh, we won't 'cause it's true. I told Jamie
about  running into you at the grocery store and how cool you were with that
bogus shit  about knowing my brother. I got the hardest boner in my pants
when you smelled  the back of my wrist. If you had done it one more time I'd
have made a mess in  my pants." Jamie says, "Yeah, that sounded hot. He wants
to fuck you, Dylan, and  I want to watch." Dougie goes, "Goddamn you, Mc
Farland, I'm going to kill you!"  Ignoring Dougie's outburst, I sarcastically
say to Jamie, "Don't hold back, just  come right out and say whatever's on
your mind." Dougie mutters, "Um, he just  did, Dylan, that's the problem."
Jamie's got the giggles now, and that gets  Dougie giggling too. Jesus, kids!

Can I believe this shit? Oh well, I'm wetting Jamie's hair, saying,  "Well,
forget about me being sexy, both of you! Don't you know I have a
boyfriend? I'm living with him right here in this apartment." They look out the
bathroom door at the bed, and Jamie says, "The stories that bed could tell,"
making Dougie laugh. I'm acting like I'm above all their nonsense, but I'm
actually enjoying these two and their fascination with gay sex. That does not
mean I'm gonna have sex with them because I'm not. I mumble, "How about
your own  bed? Could it tell stories?" Dougie says, "Maybe, but not about Jamie
and me.  He's a virgin," and Jamie goes, "Goddammit, Hamilton, that was a
secret! I told  that to only you, and in confidence!" I'm thinking, what the
fuck? If one of  them was a virgin I'd have thought it was Dougie Hamilton.
I say nothing to that  though, but now Jamie's blushing because he's a
virgin. Best to let it slide,  but Jamie did say earlier he wanted to watch
Dougie and me fuck. He didn't say  anything about participating. They're both
silently stewing now as I shampoo  Jamie's hair. I can just see these two
talking late into the night that first  night in the dorm room. They were
probably feeling real grown up, out on their  own, away from the control of their
parents, and telling each other things  they've never told another living
soul. Cute and innocently naive. Glancing at  Dougie every once in awhile, and
hmmm, as near as I can tell his boner never  goes down. An oversexed lad
after my own heart? Looks that way, for sure. Who'd  ever imagine shy Dougie
being a 'top'? I wonder how many times he's fucked  another guy?


We're finally in the kitchen for their haircuts, both guys with shiny
clean hair. It's not exactly in the kitchen though, it's on the living room side
 of the kitchen bar where there's a tile floor. The rest of the living room
has  wall to wall carpeting. Anyway, Dougie and Jamie are two cutie's, but
I can't  get over how fucking young looking they are. I ask, "How old are
you guys?"  Jamie says, "We'll both be nineteen on September thirtieth. How's
that for a  coincidence?" Dougie, who's sitting on the barber stool looking
apprehensive,  says, "We're gonna ask our moms what time we were born to see
who's older." I  mutter, "Jeez, that's bizarre! You were born on the same
day? Really?" Dougie  goes, "Uh huh, how you gonna cut my hair?" then he
adds, "I'm nervous again."  Getting frustrated, I go, "Jesus, I can cut it any
fucking way you want, if  you'll just tell me what it is you want!" Jamie
says, "Please don't get pissed,  Dylan. You decide on our haircuts, that's what
he and I agreed on." I go, "How  long did you two talk about this?" He
says, "It's pretty much all we talked  about, right, Dougie?" I mutter, "You
must have had a boring week then," and  Jamie says, "Nope, we stalked you
mostly. Did you see us?" I go, "No, I only saw  you two together today when we
spoke, and I don't believe a word of your  bullshit." I'm combing through
Dougie's hair, thinking what haircut would look  especially good on him. Finally
I ask, "Can you tell me if you want a longer  styler or shorter one? At
least tell me that much." Dougie mutters, "Shorter,"  at the same time Jamie's
saying, "Longer." This makes them mug faces at each  other and laugh. I
again think how nice it is they like each other, but how the  fuck can they be
nineteen and act like fourteen year olds. I ask, "You guys have  brothers or
sisters?" Jamie says, "No, we're both only children. Another weird
coincidence." I mutter, "That's cool," thinking that them being the only child  in
their families partly accounts for their immaturity. Not so in Chubby's and
my case because we basically raised ourselves where these two were probably
pampered and spoiled. I say, "Okay, I'll give Dougie a short haircut and
you,  Jamie, a longer version." Jamie goes, "I'm not busting you balls, I
swear I'm  not, but we both want the same haircut." Dougie grins, mumbling,
"We're twins,  don't ya get it?" and Jamie adds, "We're gonna dress alike too."
I mutter, "How  mature of you both," as I comb up the eight or nine inch
long hair framing the  left side of Dougie's face and cut through it leaving
and inch of hair behind.  The eight inch long group of hairs lands in his lap,
as I say, "There, I'm  committed to a short haircut for you, Dougie." When
the long hairs landed in his  lap, Dougie gasped, then he muttered, "Good."
Looking at Jamie, I say, "If you  want the same haircut as he's getting
your's will be just as short." Jamie  mutters, "Balls."


Using a comb and scissors I cut lots and lots of very dark brown hair  from
Dougie's head. The cut hairs cover his shoulders and lap completely by the
time I'm finished my initial cut. He sat rigidly, sighing every now and
then  during the haircut. Jamie muttered, "Holy shit," occasionally as I was
cutting  off long clumps of Dougie's hair. It's fun for me and at the ten
minutes mark  Dougie's head is left with one inch long hair all over it. The
hair on the  sides, back, and top of his head are all one inch long. Without an
explanation  or discussion, I just go ahead and get the clippers out. A
quarter inch guide is  attached, then I use the clippers to cut the sides and
back a quarter inch  length halfway up and then taper the hairs above the
quarter inch hairs to blend  smoothly. He has dense hair and it looks very nice
laying flat on top and crisp  on the sides and back. After outlining around
his ears for the finishing touch,  I pass him the handheld mirror, and tell
him, "We can leave your bangs an inch  long like they are now, or you can
flip them up, or I can cut them shorter." He  looks at his haircut, then
says, "It looks pretty much like it does whenever I  got it cut before, well
it's shorter all over and I don't have the long hairs  down the side of my
face, so it's different too. What I meant was it looks just  like a barber cut
it. This is good, Dylan, thank you." Huh, I was hoping for  more of an
endorsement than that because this haircut is better than most  barbers could do,
but Dougie's luke-warm endorsement will have to satisfy me. I  ask, "What
about the bangs?" He looks at the mirror some more as he's blowing  out his
cheeks and letting the air out slowly. Then, looking at me, he says, "I  don't
know, whadda you think?" Fuck! We're right back to this again. Controlling
my frustration, and without saying anything, I put some gel on his bangs,
comb  them up and do a little cutting that blends the lengths, then give him
back the  mirror. He says, "Cool! I love it!" That's more like it, I like
hearing that.  All done now, I start brushing the hairs off his shoulders,
then squeeze the  back of his cute skinny neck. He giggles, muttering, "Swell,
I have goose bumps  on my arm now, and now there's no way can I stand up."
Jamie mumbles, "Oh man,  he's got another boner. This kid's a walking boner."
I give Dougie's shoulder a  hug, mumbling, "You're awesome," as he blushes
for the tenth time in the last  forty-five minutes.


He finally stands up brushing his lap, tent-pole-lap and all. Looks like  a
tall tent pole too. When he gets the cut hairs off his lap he adjust his
boner  to the side the way I do it, and mumbles to Jamie, "Boners feel good,
dude."  Like I said, he's a kid after my own heart. Wouldn't it be something
getting  fucked by him. Now I'm adjusting my own crotch, saying, "You're
turn, Jamie." He  sits down and I ask, "Same haircut?" He shrugs, "Oh God,
yeah, I guess." So  there's no second guessing about it on his part, I comb up
his long bangs and,  'Crunch' goes the scissors sending a pile of wavy light
brown hair to his lap.  He goes, "Oh God!" Then says nothing else for the
next ten minutes as tons of  his hair lands on the floor, his lap, and his
shoulders. Damn, this is awesome  fun! When his haircut's done, I'm thinking
that Dougie's haircut looks cool and  perfect for him, but Jamie's haircut
looks even better. They have exactly the  same haircut, but Jamie's got the
better hair. This haircut also makes them look  even younger then they looked
before. When I've totally finished by outlining  around Jamie's ears with the
trimmers and pass him the mirror, he yells, "Fuck,  who's that I'm looking
at? Oh sweet mother of God, this is the second shortest  haircut I've ever
had." Dougie says, "It looks great, Jamie, what the fuck ya  talking about?"
Jamie rubs under his nose with his index finger still staring at  his
reflection in the mirror, then he runs his fingers through the one inch  hairs on
top, muttering, "This feels cool. Yeah, I think I like it." I go,  "That's
fortunate because the only changes I can make would be to cut it  shorter."
He says, "You know what? Maybe we'll get a shorter haircuts next time.  It'll
prove I have a set of nuts on me. Prove it to myself I mean. After that
fucking buzz cut for last Easter, I'd never have had the guts to get this
short  of a haircut on my own." I'm curious, "Why not?" He shrugs again, "I
don't know.  I actually think it's cool looking on some guys." Dougie mutters,
"Short  haircuts aren't the only thing you're afraid of," and Jamie says,
"Hamilton,  don't you dare say another word!"

They both help me clean up the cut hair and  then I put the barber stuff
away. Damn, I enjoyed that, plus I like both these  guys. They seem more
immature than even the posse boys at times, and more mature  at other times. I
guess you can't generalize. Everyone's had different  influences growing up
that effect the way they mature, as well as, other  personality traits. These
two seem like pretty normal teens,  except for  them being gay. That can't
be considered normal because nine  out of ten guys are suppose to be
straight, so that's gotta be considered normal  I guess. Hate to admit that, but it
seems indisputable. On the plus side, who  wants to be normal or average
like everyone else? Not me. We all grab a pony  bottle of Rolling Rock beer
from the refrigerator and go out on the balcony.  It's kinda chilly, which
isn't unusual at a little after seven o'clock on a  September night in New
England. I light a cigarette and  offer the pack to the guys. Dougie takes one,
but Jamie says, "Thanks, but I  don't smoke." They're both feeling the short
hair at the back of their heads as  we talk about college life in general.
Dougie stops playing with his short hair  and goes back to smelling the back
of his wrist, as Jamie asks, "Um, do you  belong to any of the gay clubs
Merrimack claims there are on campus?" I tell him  I've never been to one and
he says, "How do you meet other gay guys than?" I  tell him, "I'm not trying
to meet other gay guys, although I have met a few. Why do you want to meet
them?" He shrugs, "I don't know, I  thought that's what I'm suppose to do." I
say, "You've already met two and you  know of another one, my boyfriend.
Doesn't Dougie interest you?" and now it's  Jamie's turn to blush. Dougie
says, "He's a virgin who's afraid to try anything  sexy." Jamie yells, "Shut up,
Dougie," and then he says to me, "I'm not a  virgin, Dylan," and Dougie
says, "You are as far as being gay goes." I  can't believe how boldly shy
Dougie is calling out his roommate.  Jamie says, "I'm not a virgin because I
screwed a girl graduation night.  We were both drunk, sort of, and it was awful.
I hated it. Guess it was my last  ditch effort to prove I was straight and
it proved the opposite. Even kissing  her was terrible." Oh shit, I don't
want to get involved in this  discussion.


Jamie's pouting now, stealing sideways glances at Dougie. I guess he has  a
crush on him. I'm curious how much experience Dougie's had with gay sex,
but  I'm not going there. I'll just have to remain curious. Then, as if
reading my  mind, Jamie says, "Dougie thinks he's hot shit because he and his fuck
buddy  screwed all through their senior year." Dougie goes, "Jamie! That's
private  information." Jamie snickers, "Not now it ain't. You told Dylan I
was a virgin,  so..." Dougie goes, "You are. You're a gay virgin," and Jamie
says to me, "He  wants to screw me." I go, "Whoa! You two were getting along
so well. What  happened?" Jamie puts his arm around Dougie's neck and hugs
him, mumbling,  "We're buds, right Dougie?" Dougie says, "Kiss me if we're
such good gay buds,"  and Jamie kisses him on the lips. Dougie says, "I dare
you to do it again," and  this time when he kisses Dougie I can tell Jamie's
tongue is in Dougie's mouth.  Dougie moves to face Jamie without their
mouths coming apart and with both their  arms around each other. They're really
go at it, and soon they're humping their  cocks together and moaning
quietly. It's pretty hot to watch although I feel  like a voyeur. Yeah, except I
should probably be in some secret spot watching  unbeknownst to them in order
to qualify as a voyeur. It seems longer, but their  kissing only last about
ninety seconds. When they part, gasping for air and  holding their crotches,
both of them have sprouted hard boners that  are poking out the lap of
their pants. There's a wet spot at Dougie's lap  from precum, or maybe he had an
orgasm.


They're both blushing as I look away, pretending I'm not interested in
their make-out. I hear a snicker and when I glance back I see they're at it
again. Well, okay, good for them as I grab my crotch and squeeze my firm cock.
 Damn! Feeling uncomfortable, I do a fake cough, light another cigarette
and look  out over the balcony railing. Down below, over where the trees start
beyond the  parking lot, I see a guy and girl making out against a big tree
and wonder if  it's the same couple I saw making out earlier in the week.
The boys behind me  are wrestling around making sexy moaning and grunting
sounds, and when I glance  back they're on the chaise lounge, Dougie on top of
Jamie. Jesus guys, get a  fucking room. What am I saying? They have a room
already. This is going past the  awkward stage into embarrassing so I drop my
cigarette over the railing and try  slipping from

 the balcony into the living room.  Jamie gasps and mutters, "Don't go in,
Dylan." What, am I the fucking chaperone?  I say, "I'm getting another beer.
Um, would you like to use my bedroom? Or get  another beer, or
whatever...?" Dougie, still laying on Jamie, says, "What we'd  really like is for the
three of us to use your bedroom." He licks his lips then,  and looks down,
blushing again. I say, "Look, I'm really sorry guys, and I'm  flattered too,
but my boyfriend and, um, you know. You're both molten hot  though, it's not
that. It's that my boyfriend...." and I fade out realizing I  already said
that.


They both stare at me looking so cute and inviting and I really, really
would like to feel Dougie's cock up my ass, but I ask, "Another beer, guys?"
Dougie pats Jamie's cheek, then sits up, "Dylan, that was the most progress
I've  made with my indecisive roommate so far this week." Jamie says, "I've
made out  with a guy before, and a guy blew me once too, so I'm not really a
virgin with  gay stuff either." Dougie grins at him, "Good, we're finally
getting somewhere,"  then to me, he says, "The only thing I can think of,
Dylan, is that the  difference here... well, it's you. Because you're sort of
the adult overseeing  things, that makes Jamie feel it's alright. Am I right,
Jamie?" Jamie shrugs, "I  don't know, but maybe." I laugh out loud, then
say, "Adult? Ha ha, that's a  first for me guys. How the fuck old do you think
I am anyway?" They look at each  other for a second, then Jamie says,
"Twenty? You'd have to be twenty or almost  twenty to be a sophomore." I'm still
standing half in the living room with one  foot still on the balcony. I ask,
"And twenty years old is what you two cute  nitwits think is an adult?"
Jamie says, "No! We mean experience-wise. You don't  even look like you're
nineteen, never mind twenty, we're talking about your  experience with gay sex,
that's all."  Well, thank God for that! I'm not ready for adulthood yet. I
ask for the third  time, "Another beer, guys?" Jamie says, "You mean you're
going to hang with us  tonight? We can stay awhile?" I go, "Sure, why not?
What the fuck ya talking  about?" They both get up and walk into the living
room with me and I hear Dougie  yelp again, then chuckle and say, "Jamie, you
goose good anyway." Jamie says,  "How'd I do making-out with you, Dougie
boy?" "Awesome, you were awesome,  Jamie."


I get us all another pony bottle and snap off the caps. Jamie says, "Hey,
guys, I got a joke. This guy was standing in a bar when a little Chinese guy
 comes in and stands right next to the guy, as he starts drinking a beer.
The guy  looks at the Chinese guy for a minute, then asks him if he knows any
of the  martial arts stuff like Kung-Fu or Ju-Jitsu. The Chines guy says,
'No, why the  fruck you ask me dat? Is it coz I Chinese?' The other guy says,
'No, it's  because you're drinking my fucking beer, ya little prick!'" We
get a good  chuckle out of that on our way back out on the balcony where
Dougie bums another  cigarette off me, saying, "I didn't give up cigarettes, I
gave up buying them."  Jamie chuckles and asks how much cigarettes cost? We
talk about that and how ya  gotta be a fool to buy cigarettes in this state.
"New Hampshire is where to buy  booze and cigarettes. Saves you almost forty
percent." Dougie isn't acting as  shy as he was before, I guess he now
feels more comfortable so he's dropped his  shyness, plus the couple of beers
he's had helps with that too. Dougie asks,  "Jamie, what's it gonna take for
you to have sex with me? I got a crush on you,  dude. You're fucking hot!"
Jamie's like, "Oh yeah? Nobody ever told me I was hot  before. Um, if Dylan
sort of referees, I might try something with you tonight.  You're hot
yourself.  Making out with you again got me horny" I go, "Whoa,  don't get me
involved in this, boys." Jamie says, "A certain person would really  like to get
you involved. Dougie wants to fuck you in the worst way, Dylan," and  before
I can say anything, Dougie yells, "Mc Farland! I told you to stop telling
him that. Come on, dude, you promised not to say anything." I go, "And now
you've said it twice, Jamie." He grins, "I know, but I like to see Dougie
riled  up, plus if he fucked you I could learn from it and know what to
expect." I go,  "That's a crock of shit! You've watched gay videos online, and
don't lie by  saying you haven't." He goes, "Yeah, but that's a video, this is
real life." I'm  shaking my head, "You're delusional if you think I'm gonna
participate in a live  educational fuck."


I light my third cigarette of the evening wondering why I invited these
guys to have another beer. Jeez, I could be over Tracy's talking with other
'adults' like myself. Jamie goes, "Um, okay, you won't do it, but would you
referee a little first time sex between us two," pointing at himself and
Dougie.  I go, "Absolutely not. That's insane!" Dougie says, "Well, you are my
mentor,"  and I think of fat Carl Denton calling himself my mentor, and what
that's led  to. Oh fuck. I ask, "What exactly do you have in mind?" Dougie
says, "He wants  me to fuck him and I got a damn good condom in my pants
pocket." Jamie says,  "It's you who wants to fuck me. And you brought a condom
with you? Did you plan  this?" Dougie says, "I always have a condom with
me." I go, "I sure as shit hope  you weren't thinking you'd use it on me." He
mutters, "No, I didn't think for a  second I would, but I'd love to. You're
my idol, you're a rock star to me."  Jamie says, "To me too," and I go, "I
don't believe a word of this little play  you're putting out there for my
benefit." Dougie frowns, and mumbles, "We're not  putting out anything. It's
honestly how we feel, and you don't need to dump on  us about it, Dylan. Didn't
you ever have a crush on anyone?" Are they actually  serious with all this
shit? If so, they're more naive than I  thought.


Dougie goes, "Please, mentor, I'm so horny and so is Jamie," and Jamie
says, "Horny, yes, but nervous as a cat too." I say, "I already told ya, you
can  use my bed," thinking I'll change the sheets so Robby doesn't find out,
but  maybe he'd think it was cute. Wait a second. He'd probably be very
impressed I  didn't give into all this flattery I'm hearing. Yeah, but on the
other hand,  we're not running a sex clinic here. It's our apartment, fer
chrissakes. Dougie  interrupts my thoughts, muttering, "I already told you we
have a room, we need  you, not a room. Do you wanna do a threesome? Have you
every done one?" I go,  "That'd be 'no' to your first question, and none of
your business to the second  one." They giggle, "Bet you've done a lot of
threesomes, huh?" I say, "No, I  haven't. You're both legal age and willing, so
if you want to screw in here go  ahead and do it, just don't get me
involved." Jamie says, "You've got to be  involved. That way I'll know Dougie's
doing it right, and, um, if I don't like  it you can pull this wild thing here
off me," as he nods to Dougie, who says,  "I'll stop the second you tell me
to, but you're gonna love it." Jamie's like,  "Then why won't you let me do
it to you?" That's a good question, so I look at  Dougie, who shrugs, and
says, "Just because." Jamie mutters, "Well that clears  up everything." This is
getting a little tedious, so I'm like, "Okay, I'll sit  here. Go ahead and
screw each other." Dougie claps his hands and Jamie gulps  noisily, then
mutters, "Oh shit, first a short haircut and now this." Dougie  says, "Yeah, a
night to remember, dude. Awesome!" then he adds, "This could be  the
beginning of something big, something that last a long time, Jamie." Jamie  gulps
again and unconsciously rubs his ass.


Dougie starts taking his pants down, and I go, "No, no! Don't get naked.
You take out your dick and Jamie drops his pants just below his ass. I'm not
having two naked freshman in my living room. It's too, um, perverted. Of
me, I  mean, not you two. This is just so you can break the ice and after
that, if it  works out for you guys, then you can do it in your dorm room naked
or any way  you want." Jamie frowns, muttering, "Getting naked would be the
best part for  me," and Dougie says, "Don't argue, we can get naked in our
room like Dylan  says. Just pull your pants down past your ass a little.
Right, Dylan?" I mutter,  "Yeah, right." Jamie asks, "Can we take our shirts off
at least?" Oh fuck, why  did I ask them if they wanted another beer? Okay,
get a grip, Dylan! Help these  two kids out. They aren't doing anything
wrong and they both want to do it. Just  don't watch. I nod, "Yeah, take your
shirts off if you want, just get this over  with." They both do that quickly,
then Dougie pulls Jamie's pants down to his  knees and takes hold of Jamie's
five inch cock, asking, "You fucked a girl with  this noodle?" Jamie
blushes, "It's average size, and let go of it!" Dougie drops  Jamie's cock and
unzips his fly, then pulls out a semi-firm seven inch beauty of  a cock. I
stare at it for a second then look away. Damn nice cock on that kid,  and now I
get the squirmy feeling in my rectum and around my groin.  Fuck!


Putting his hand behind Jamie's head, Dougie says, "We begin with some
foreplay, Jamie. A little making-out and grinding our dicks together." Jamie
takes a deep breath, muttering, "I can't catch my fucking breath. Wait a
second  will ya." He take's a few deep breaths and then they start making-out
again.  They're both good at it too. They're  sloppy with it so there's lots
of wet  sounds and lips smacking, saliva running down both their chins. Deep
kisses as  they rub each others bare back, their fingers in the hairs at the
back of each  other's head. It's kinda hot with lots of tongue action.
Tongues licking  together and then Dougie's sucking on Jamie's neck doing a
hickey as Jamie moans  with his eyelids heavy. These guys are hot for each other
and that's so cool for  them. I'm happy for them, but my poor boner's
feeling lonely and aching at the  same time. They're both humping their groins
together gently as their boners  grow and get very hard. Dougie's cock is bone
hard sticking straight out from  his body when he backs away to stroke it,
leaving a partial hickey on Jamie's  neck. They're paying no attention to me
now, so I adjust my boner sideways in my  pants. Fuck, this is hot! I've
seen Dodger fuck Vinnie and Robby fuck Ryan, but  somehow this is hotter
because it's Jamie's first time. How often does one get a  chance to see that.
Okay, I've got to check myself to make sure I'm not perv'ing  on these two. I
force myself to look away so I don't end up with a guilty  conscience.


When I glance back Jamie looks like he's in a trance as Dougie strokes
Jamie's cock and rubs the hairs on the back of his head again, quietly
murmuring  sweet words like, "You're so hot, Jamie. Thank you for doing this, We'll
be so  good together. Um, are you ready for my cock now?" There's a quiet
gasping sound  that I realize came from me so I look away again, once more
adjusting my junk. I  should leave the room, that's what I should do. Instead I
take a quick look back  and see Jamie bent over now, his hands on his knees
and Dougie's rubbing his  cock lightly up and down Jamie's ass crack,
purring, "This will be so awesome,  Jamie. I'll go very slow so I don't hurt
you," and then Jamie gasps and takes  his boner in his fist to stroke it a few
times which gets precum drooling out  and dropping to the tile floor as he
moans in his throat, "Oooooh, mmm,' then he  mutters, "Dougie, fuck me." Damn,
this is so fucking hot I grope my cock  stifling a moan of my own. I'm
fucking oversexed, there's no question about  that. Jesus, I need to get real!
Dougie's rolling on a condom quietly  telling Jamie what he's doing, then
the head of his boner is at Jamie's asshole,  as he murmurs, "Relax, Jamie,
just relax and enjoy the feeling of a hard cock up  your ass at last." Jamie
nods his head, saying, "Do it," sounding very sexually  aroused, anxious for
it now. I half expect to hear a scream from Jamie when  Dougie leans forward
and the head of his cock slides in past Jamie's sphincter,  but I hear a
moan instead. "Oooh, God, that feels good," from Jamie as he lifts  a little,
moaning and stroking his boner, "Mmmmm, oooh." For the first time, I  look
at Jamie's ass and there's a little hair on it, but it's got a real nice
bubble butt shape. He's got himself an awesome pink, firm, shapely ass that I'd
 like to fuck. His torso has hair on his pecs, but not a lot, and he's got
really  nice definition in his bicep muscles. Hot body on this kid.


Dougie's pale complexion is quite red now as he puffs out his cheeks and
exhales a lot of air from his lungs. He rubs the palms of his hands up and
down  Jamie's back as his cock move inside Jamie's ass another inch, then more
rubbing  and another inch goes in with Jamie's head moving around as he
moans, "Oooooh,  God, this feels good." Slowly another inch or so goes up
Jamie's rectum with  Dougie breathing deeply, his chest expanding noticeably.
Then a hump of his hips  with both boys groaning, "Aaaaaah, oooh, fuck that's
good," and another inch of  boner disappears up Jamie's ass as he lifts again
still stroking his cock and I  see his buttock muscles clenching, as he
gasps, "More, Dougie, give me more."  He's deeply aroused and loving Dougie's
hard cock inside him. Pretty unusual for  a first timer. He's a natural
bottom, the lucky bastard. That other lucky fuck,  Dougie's, gonna have himself a
very hot and sexy freshman year. I guess I can  say the same for Jamie too.
Wonder if they'll even go to classes or just fuck  morning, noon, and
night. Dougie's got a hold of Jamie's hips now, his cock  totally up Jamie's ass
as he leans over Jamie's back putting his arms around his  stomach and
holding Jamie's buttocks tightly against his groin. Damn that must  feel good!
I'm jealous of Jamie. They stay like that for half a minute with  Jamie again
bent over with his hands on his knees.


Apparently satisfied Jamie's rectum has adjusted to his boner, Dougie
keeps his arm around Jamie's stomach holding him in place and moves only his
hips to pull his cock back, almost out, then back up Jamie's ass. Three  more
of the slow penetrations and then he starts fairly fast fucking, and,
"Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds fill the kitchen. Jamie's soon writhing
under Dougie chest as Dougie lays on Jamie's back. The side of Dougie's face
is  intimately against his fuck buddy's shoulder as Dougie's youthful hips
keep up a  steady fucking, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," with me staring, my
mouth slightly  open. Both guys are groaning quietly as Dougie picks up the
pace, and faster  "Slap,slap,slap, slap," sounds join their moans of sexual
pleasure, the "slap"  ringing out each time Dougie's groin smacks against
Jamie's butt cheeks. I  expected fast climaxes from both of them, but it's goes on
for maybe five  minutes and they're still going at it. My boner aches in my
pants, throbbing and  dripping precum. Oh my God, I'm so fucking horny.
Five minutes of steady fucking  in the same spot I gave them haircuts seemingly
hours ago. They're both whining  now, whining and thrusting about as their
orgasms build, and then a loud,  "Mmmmm, ooh, ooh, Aaaah!" from Jamie as his
hips buck and a stream of cum shoots  from his cock. Holy shit! It flew six
feet in the air, then another nice stream  follows the first as his face
turns dark red and he holds his breath. Dougie is  trying to hold onto the
thrashing body of Jamie, Dougie's biceps tightening as  he continues holding
Jamie's back against his chest. Dougie's hips are still  thrusting his long
boner way in and almost all the way out, and then right back  up Jamie's ass,
"Slap, slap, slap." Jamie's moaning quietly, limp in Dougie's  arms now.
It's a continuing, steady, "Slap, slap, slap," until Dougie's body  gets stiff
as his cock. Holding his crotch tight against Jamie's buttocks, he  makes
desperate whining sounds, humping against Jamie's buttocks. Then Dougie  makes
a long airy, "Eeeeee" sound as he pumps cum into the condom. I mean, what
else would he be doing. His body shakes as he gasps and then humps his cock
a  half dozen more times before pulling his still hard cock out of Jamie's
quivering ass that's now shiny with the condom's lube that melted from body
heat  and friction.


Undocked, Jamie sits down on the tile floor, then lays back, moaning. His
cock's only semi-hard now as he plays with it, his eyes closed. Dougie backs
 away, catches a glimpse of me sitting here on the bar stool and looks
surprised  that I'm here. I wave my fingers at him, like, 'Hi, how ya doing?' He
grins,  backing away and taking the condom off. There a golf ball size
round of cum at  the end of the condom. Dougie's face is flush as he nods his
head at me, and  from the floor, Jamie mutters, "That sucked," and they both
laugh at that,  knowing it didn't suck at all. Okay, once they started
fucking I never looked  away, so what's that make me? Actually, it was one of the
sexiest things  I've ever seen. I mean witnessing them fuck for the first
time. If I helped  Jamie work up the courage to do what he's probably been
fantasizing about for  five or six years, I should feel good about that. It
should be smooth sailing  for those two from now on. Then I think about that
cute kid in Key West who  asked me to introduce him to gay anal intercourse
and how grateful he was  afterward. Yeah, how many eighteen years old gay guys
have I helped with their  first gay sex? There's been a few and I'm glad I
could help them. Not that it  wasn't pleasurable for me too. This time being
the exception because all I got  from these experience is blue balls. Sex
should not be a taboo subject though,  not if the partners are willing
participants. Dougie puts his dick back in his  pants and zips up, saying, "Let me
help you up, Jamie." Still holding the  condom, he uses his other hand to
give Jamie a hand up. Then Dougie pulls  Jamie's pants up and pats his ass,
asking, "Well, what'd ya think?" Jamie  mumbles, "What the fuck do ya think?
It was just as awesome as you said it'd  be." Dougie goes, "Ya wanna do it
again?" and I go, "No, no, boys. Not here."  They laugh and bump fist,
muttering, "That was alright, roomie." I say, "Dump  that condom in the toilet and
flush it, Dougie."


That's what he does and then we clean up Jamie's cum off the tile floor,
and after that celebrate their success by drinking the last three pony
bottles.  We're out on the balcony of course, with Dougie and I smoking. There's a
lot of  happy chatter from the two fuck buddies. As for me I'm content just
listening to  them. I'm glad it's over with too, relieved it went so well,
but I gotta admit  it was something unique to see. And of course I'm so
horny now I might need to  call 911 for an ambulance. When the roommates are
done congratulating each  other, and done telling each other how great they
are, as if no one has ever  been fucked before, I say, "You guys are lucky. It
doesn't always work out so  perfectly for first timers. Are you sure you've
never been screwed before,  Jamie?" He goes, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure, unless
someone drugged me and fucked me  without me knowing it." I deadpan, "That
probably didn't happen." Dougie says,  "You're a natural bottom, Jamie," and
Jamie says, "You might be too. We're gonna  find out." Dougie's eyes move
around, and I chuckle, mumbling, "You scared to  try bottoming, Dougie? And
after the way you mocked Jamie too. Now he's done it,  and he's going to see
who's the chicken.' Dougie goes, "I'm a top, dude, and  tops don't bottom."
Jamie says, "Bull shit, you need to be versatile." They  argue back and forth
with me rolling my eyes. Okay, so it isn't going to be  smooth sailing for
them after all.


They take off when the beers are gone leaving me by myself in the
apartment desperately horny, but proud of myself for resisting. Then I wonder if
it's worth it. Resisting I mean. Robby and Danny Monday might be fucking in
Robby's pickup right now for all I know. I'll probably never get to feel
Dougie's awesome cock up my ass now that he's got his steady fuck buddy. How
convenient to have a roommate to fuck with. Robby and I should know, but huh,
 maybe I'm overdoing this abstinence thing. I'll need to think some more
about  it, but for now I'm gonna take a shower and get some early sleep.
Tomorrow night  is Connor's and Dodger's welcome home cookout. I wonder what
that'll be  like.


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


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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


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