Date: Sun, 29 Mar 2015 21:53:03 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  48

DYLAN'S  SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  48


by  Donny Mumford



Ryan has permission from fuckwad Marty to hang out with me after our  
weight lifting, so that's good although  'needing permission' is not good.  Plus, 
Ryan's agreed he needs a new roommate, and this time I believe he means  
it, so that's very good. Robby's feeling better after his food poisoning so  
that's also very good. He's off playing a flag football game with his 
baseball  teammates and I'm happy he's healthy again. Chubby's with John Beverly at 
a  poker game in someone's dorm room, and that's not good because he's a 
bad poker  player. That leaves Ryan and me who are standing in the apartment 
alone for the  first time in three days, although to me it seems longer then 
that. We're acting  a little awkward with each other and that's dumb, but I 
think it's because Marty  is the elephant in the room and neither of us is 
sure how to deal with that. You  know, should we talk about it now, or later, 
or what?


There are times when I'm with Ryan, like earlier today, that I sense a  
submissiveness hovering somewhere in my brain. That's a little odd because he's 
 the one who's fucked up and needing help and therefore not dominant at 
all. So  I'm wondering if it's my subconscious mind that has me sort of 
thinking Ryan's a  dominant figure when he's obviously not being dominant. Maybe 
I'm subconsciously  remembering our past sub/dom sex play, especially last 
spring when he was  playing the dominant role very effectively. Or maybe I'm 
wishing for sub/dom sex  play with him and have somehow convinced myself I 
feel submissive to Ryan. It's  be nice if I understood these submissive 
feelings especially now that Ryan,  ironically, is being very submissive to Marty 
most of the time. It's not that I  mind submissive feelings because they 
often increase sexual pleasure for me, but  I would like to understand the whole 
dynamic better. I keep coming back to the  theory that this subconscious 
submissiveness to Ryan that I feel at times  is a hangover from the many 
earlier experiences he and I had together. It's not  the first time I've 
mysteriously felt submissive to someone for no good reason.  It's happens with 
Willie too. Whenever I'm with Willie, no matter how rarely I  see him now, I seem 
to automatically fall into a submissive role for him. I  assume it's 
because of Willie's and my long history together, just like I'm  assuming it's 
because of Ryan's and my history together. Can't think of any  other 
explanation for the submissive way I get to feeling when I'm with either  of them. 


Anyway, Ryan and I are alone in the apartment and it's, like I said, a  
little awkward although there's no good reason it should be. For something to  
say, I compliment him on the new leather necklace he's wearing telling him I 
 have a leather bracelet very similar to his necklace. He says, "Yeah, I've 
seen  your bracelet and it's cool. This necklace though is Marty's. He says 
it  symbolic of me wearing the dog collar I must wear in the dorm."  I 
forgot  about that, so I mumble "Um, you still need to wear that, huh?" He says, 
"The  minute I walk in the room I need to put it on and buckle it tightly. 
If I don't  get it tight enough to suit him, he really tightens it until I 
can hardly  breath." I mutter, "That's a little sick," and he says, "Yeah, 
it's sick, but  I'm conditioned to accept it now. Hell, most nights he puts a 
fat butt-plug in  my ass too. Ties my balls and cock up on occasion as well. 
My cock was purple  one morning when I woke up. Marty laughed at it and 
flicked it with his finger,  then he made me suck his cock. He wouldn't take 
the string off the base of my  cock until Rex had a chance to see it. The sick 
stories I could tell. Ya know I  suck his cock every morning, right? When 
that big sausage of his is as hard as  wood he takes out my butt plug and his 
boner slides right up inside me nice as  you please. He fuck's and spanks 
me hard, at the same time too, and the climaxes  I have are unbelievable.  So 
those big orgasms are mostly why I put up with  his other shit. Until 
recently that is, now the physical abuse and the way Rex  and Marty get their 
rocks off humiliating me has taken the pleasure out of it  for me." Huh, most 
of the stuff he mentioned, minus the black eyes, swollen lip,  and broken 
finger, I've experienced once in awhile myself. But that's like  saying, 'Aside 
from that, how'd you like the play, Mrs. Lincoln?' The physical  pain and 
sadistic behavior by Marty are completely out of bounds, and not  anything 
like I've experienced, or want to experience. Plus I'm not even  including the 
unspecified humiliation Ryan mentioned. 
 
He says, "But no more talk about Marty's sadistic behavior for now, okay?  
I've agreed with you guys that I need to get away from his influence and now 
 it's up to me to broach the subject with him and stop being a pussy about 
it.  For now though, you and me should take advantage of this time we have 
together."  I'm like, "Yeah, I'm good with that. Whaddaya want to do?" He 
shrugs, then  grins, "I'll do whatever you want, but what I'm really hoping is 
you'll let me  fuck you. And I'd love to give you the haircut we talked 
about because that's a  major rush for me." He doesn't realize I've been sensing 
bouts of submissiveness  towards him. I felt it right away when we were 
intimate in his Mini earlier, and  the thought of him giving me a haircut gives 
me a significant submissive  sensation. It's not like I'm sensing 
submissiveness constantly, but it does pop  up randomly when I'm with Ryan. Presently 
my dick's jittery hearing him talk  about giving me a haircut. I've been 
anticipating it feeling all squirmy in my  belly and groin. I actually don't 
know how to describe it, but I'm beginning to  think Sonny or Ryan cutting my 
hair creates a haircut fetish in me. Probably  that's an offshoot of my 
submissive nature. It's something like this:  I  have no confidence either of 
them will do a good job cutting my hair, but I let  them do it anyway because 
I'm sexually attracted to them and sitting still for  them while they 
fuck-up my hair is a submissive thing to do. So I guess our  first order of 
business this afternoon is going to be Ryan giving me a haircut  even though the 
chance of him giving me a good haircut is far less than fifty  percent. 
Granted, both Sonny and Ryan have surprised me at times and the haircut  turns 
out better than I expected, but I can't depend on that.


Ryan says, "Okay, so how about getting the barber stuff now." I nod my  
head and adjust my junk then get the toiletry kit with the barber tools and lay 
 out the clippers on the kitchen bar, then plug them in. Regular clippers 
and the  trimmer one. I move the barber stool away from the kitchen bar a 
little bit, and  then take off my shirt looking at Ryan for more instructions. 
He says, "I just  thought of something, Dylan. How about if I shampoo your 
hair before the  haircut. You know, like you do for me." I take a deep 
breath, then say, "Sure,  that'd be nice." He smiles, "Okay, would you get the 
bathroom set up for that  'cause I'm more than happy to return the favor. Hell, 
I'm glad to have the  chance to do something for you since you're always 
doing something nice for me."  That's about as far from acting dominant as he 
could be, yet as we walk through  my bedroom I'm feeling a familiar sense of 
submissiveness to him. It's quite  strange, but enjoyable just the same. I 
start pulling the straight back chair  towards the bathroom, and he says, 
"Let me do that for you, Dylan." He carries  the chair to the front of the 
sink as I hook the short hose with the spray head  to the faucet, then get the 
water the proper temperature, and lastly get out the  shampoo. Ryan asks, 
"How about a hand towel for behind your neck?" I get that  and fold it. Ryan 
smiles, asking, "Why so serious, Dylan?" I say, "You know  why," and he goes, 
"Aaah, really? You're kidding! Don't tell me you're feeling a  submissive 
sensation come over you." My dick tightens as I murmur, "Uh huh." He  says, 
"Well I'm happy for you because I know you like it. And I know first hand  
how awesome that feeling can be, but what the fuck... I'm not doing anything  
dominant." I shrug, and he says, "Whatever. Sit here and put yourself in my  
hands. I'll do my best to help you enjoy that submissive feeling of yours. 
It is  kinda ironic when you think about it though, ya know because the 
submissive  sensation you're feeling is exactly what got me in too deeply with 
Marty, and  now somehow I'm giving that submissive pleasure sensation to 
you." I sit,  saying, "It's not the same thing, Ryan, I know you're not like 
him. You'll look  out for my well being."


He adjust the towel on the rim of the sink and tips the chair back. I get  
comfortable, and as he runs his fingers through my hair, he asks me, "Yeah, 
but  how do you know I won't take you too far into submission the way Marty 
did to  me? Especially considering you may even have a stronger urge for 
being  submissive than I do, so it wouldn't be hard to take you as far as I 
felt like  taking you." I mumble, "I trust you, that's all." He puts his finger 
under my  chin lifting my head up as he leans down close to my face, saying 
in a whispery  voice, "Maybe you trust me too much," and I get chills as I 
squirm in the seat  with my cock firming up, making a bulge in the lap of my 
khaki cargo pants. He  sees it, drops his hand down and squeezes my cock, 
asking, "Who does this belong  to for the next hour or so?" It gets caught in 
my throat when I try to say,  'You, Ryan." He asks again, "Who?" and this 
time I can croak out, "You, Ryan."  He moves his hand down a little further 
and squeezes my balls as I do more  squirming in the seat, then he lets go 
and gives the side of my forehead a long  wet kiss. He hugs my head, saying, 
"Wow, I love doing this with you, and you  smell unbelievably good too. I'm 
so lucky I met you." I mumble, "Me too," and he  goes, "Okay now, I hope you 
enjoy yourself 'cause I'm absolutely thrilled to be  with you. Anyone would 
be," and he gives me another kiss, this one on my lips.  My cock again is so 
hard it aches. Ryan is looking at my lap, saying, "That  looks 
uncomfortable," and he leans over me to unbuttons my cargo pants and pull  down the 
zipper. I grunt and adjust my boner off to the side. It pushes out my  boxer 
shorts quite a bit now, but up against the soft cotton instead of the  stiff 
khaki cargo pants it feels fine.


I know from experience Ryan can do a very good dominant act. Unzipping my  
fly is an example of a subtle dominant move by him. Dominant because it's 
not  something you'd normally ever do to someone. He did it confident that I'd 
accept  that he can do pretty much whatever he wants and that I'll enjoy 
the oddly  attractive submissive sensation I feel because of it. I don't want 
to dwell on  the knowledge he's acting though. It's more fun savoring my  
submission to him by believing he actually is dominant to little ole me. It's  
especially effective when I get deeply into a submissive trance convinced 
he's  seriously dominant about being in charge and taking care of me. That's 
when the  sensation gets arousing to a delicious degree. As I sit here 
waiting for  whatever he has in mind, Ryan kisses my lips again, and pushing his 
glasses up  his cute nose with his forefinger, he gives me a sexy smirk, and 
seemingly  reading my mind, murmurs, "You can't be sure I'm acting though, 
can you?  Especially because of what I've been through the last two months. 
Maybe I'll  take out on you a little of what I've been enduring from Marty. 
I can share some  of what Marty does to me by doing it with you. There's 
nothing you could do  about it, right? How'd you like that?" I reach down and 
adjust my crotch,  mumbling, "I don't know. Maybe I would like it, Ryan." He 
puts his hand on my  forehead pulling my head back so my neck's resting on 
the hand towel again,  "Relax, Dylan, and take my word for it, you don't want 
me doing to you what my  roommate does to me, and now I don't want him 
doing it to me either. Not anymore  I don't. You won't believe me probably, but 
Marty would have you acting like his  pet goldfish in a week." I frown at 
that, muttering, "No he wouldn't because I  wouldn't let him." Ryan's wetting 
my hair, "Lets not talk about that anymore,  please. It's you and me 
tonight, Dylan, and there's no two people as good as you  and me together." This 
isn't the time to argue that point, so I let it  slide.


Ryan does the shampoo like he cuts hair, which is to say he does it too  
quickly. Fast moving hands, keeping his broken finger and the one it's wrapped 
 with, up and away from my wet, shampoo-sudsy hair. We're quiet as he 
continues  doing everything too fast, but he does it for quite awhile and I find 
myself,  like most everyone I've shampooed, relaxed and docile with my eyes 
lightly  closed while hoping this will go on for a long time. It's awesome 
being fussed  over by Ryan. I like the feel of his fingers tips on my scalp 
and the way his  slender tight body leans against my shoulder at times.  Ryan 
shampooing my  hair is pretty much the opposite of him being dominant, but 
it's sensuous so my  cock stays firm, although far from hard. It feels very 
good actually and when  Ryan leans over to smile in my face I can smell him 
above the shampoo's  fragrance. I don't want to speak because it might 
disrupt the nice place I'm in,  but I do wish he'd kiss me again. Finally he 
quietly says, "Guess I can't drag  this out any longer, Dylan, but I loved doing 
this shampoo for you, I really  did," and then he does lean down, and with 
his arm wet against the back of my  neck, he kisses me on the lips. Ryan's 
lips are so fucking sexy and then out of  nowhere I see a picture in my head 
of Morgan's lips, chin, and the dark peach  fuzz hairs on his upper lip. 
That's it! Morgan has lips like Ryan. That's what I  saw in him. Ryan doesn't 
have peach fuzz on his upper lip though, he has sparse  soft very curly 
whiskers above his top lip, and on the bottom of his chin too.  He hasn't shaved 
since the last time I saw him and his light curly beard is so  sexy. I feel 
it on my upper lip and under my nose as he's kissing me and hugging  behind 
my neck. I do a quiet unexpected moan of arousal, "Oooh, mmm, Ryan," so  
quietly I don't know if I moaned in my head or if it was audibly.


Ryan's lips leave mine and he presses them lightly to my ear, whispering,  
"You're the only guy I've ever know in my entire life who's acted submissive 
to  me, and who gets sexually aroused by me. I never knew I could be 
dominant or  sexy to anyone until I met you. You can't possibly know what a rush 
it is seeing  you submissive to me. I'll never forget the first time I 
realized you weren't  faking it, but actually were submissive to me and aroused by 
me. Um, you are  submissive and sexually aroused by me, aren't you Dylan?" 
I nod my head, and  murmur, "Yes, of course, Ryan, and it's been that way 
for most of the time I've  known you. You've got the most unique combination 
of personality traits, looks,  body, scent, and just the general way you go 
about things. You often hypnotizes  me deliciously without you even being 
aware of it. I can't explain it exactly,  but no, I've never faked anything 
with you." He straightens up and begins  rinsing the shampoo from my hair, 
saying only a quiet, "Thank you, Dylan." After  rinsing my hair thoroughly he 
dries it with a towel, then uses a hair dryer,  brushing my hair back from my 
forehead so when he's finished the dry hairs on  top of my head are standing 
straight up. Turning off the noisy hair dryer he  runs his fingers through 
my clean hair, mumbling, "It's almost an inch long now.  Your hair grows as 
fast as mine." I take a deep breath tightening the muscles in  my groin and 
stomach enjoying the sensations in my semi-hard cock.


Ryan pats my shoulder, "Come on, you, we're going into the bedroom now."  I 
follow him resisting the urge to hug his slim body against mine. In the  
bedroom he opens a bureau drawer, saying, "Take your pants off, boxer shorts  
too." I do that wondering what he's up to. He turns around holding a pair of 
 jockey underwear briefs. "I want you wearing only this tight jockey 
underwear  while I give you the haircut. It'll help you with your submissiveness 
by  realizing you've only got underpants on and I'm fully dressed. Maybe help 
you  feel like a little boy, ya know? Kick your sneakers off too, but leave 
your  socks on. Underwear and socks only." He comes over as I'm standing 
here naked  taking off my sneakers. Ryan pulls the underwear over my head like 
a hat, puts a  hand on my shoulder and cups my cock and balls in his other 
hand, squeezing a  little bit, saying, "Marty's inadvertently soured me of 
the notion that being  submissive to him is pleasurable. I no longer think it 
is, but I don't know if  he's turned me off to submissiveness in general or 
just where he's concerned. I  know this much though, without hurting you, 
but while still being dominant to  you, that this is sexually pleasurable for 
me in the extreme, but confusing  as hell too." He does a little laugh, 
adding, "You know, confusing because it so  contradictory that I'm very 
submissive to most, but dominant with you. It's  crazy, but I want you to know I 
love doing this with you ten times more than  doing anything with him. Now put 
your underpants on, go sit on the barber stool,  and don't say anything 
unless I tell you too." He gives my bare ass a hard,  "SLAP!" as I'm taking the 
underpants off my head, then another, "SLAP" as I'm  stepping into them.


Underpants on, I hustle into the living room and sit on the stool with a  
boner tenting my underpants noticeably. Ryan turns on the clippers, looks at  
several size guides, then clicks a guide on the clippers and turns the 
clippers  off. Picking up a comb he combs through the hair on top of my head, 
then on one  side of my head appearing to contemplate something. He studies my 
hair, combing  up some more of it. Then, standing behind me he gets a hand 
on my forehead  pulling my head back against his chest, and holding it 
there, he says, "I know  we talked about letting your hair grow out so you can 
have a buzz cut like mine,  but since I probably won't have a buzz cut, not 
with Marty's running my life,  I've decided to give you a burr haircut." The 
fingers of his other hand ruffle  though the hair on top of my head, "I'll do 
it a half inch on top, but with very  short sides. Okay, I know I've had a 
lot of trouble in the past blending the  different lengths, but I'll never 
learn to do it if I don't practice it." He  cups under my chin now, pulling 
my head up so he can lean over a little and look  in my eyes, asking, "Do you 
have any objections to this?" I gulp because I have  a lot of objections, 
but can't voice them due to me feeling very submissive at  his ballsiness 
deciding on a burr haircut, which is shorter than a buzz cut. He  lets go of my 
head pushing it forward roughly, mumbling, "I'll take that as a  'yes' that 
you have no objections, so don't act all pissed-off if the haircut  gets 
fucked up." A buzzing starts in my belly and spreads all over my groin as  my 
cock tightens up further. I can barely swallow and then I hear the sound of  
the clippers.
 
Holding the clippers out to the side he combs through the hairs on top of  
my head a couple of times, the clippers buzzing in my ears and my dick  
tightening up further. Then he runs the chippers too fast over my scalp and lots 
 of clean dry hairs clippings shower down on my shoulders, back, and lap. I 
moan  to myself as precum drools from my hard cock wetting the front of my 
underpants.  My body's stiff as Ryan haphazardly continues quickly running 
the clippers all  around my head, pressing them against my scalp creating a 
layer of three-eight  inch hair clippings on my shoulders and lap, some 
sticking to the precum on my  jockey shorts. He runs the clippers over my head 
three times pushing my head in  whichever angle he wants it in and holding it 
there until he's finished running  the clippers through that section of my 
hair. Finally, with me gawking at the  amount of cut hairs all around me, he 
turns the clippers off, saying, "Okay,  that's done. I've given you 
basically a half inch buzz cut, Dylan. There's some  uneven parts, but I'm cutting 
that down much shorter anyway. I probably should  stop now that it looks 
decent, use the trimmers to outline around your ears and  the nap of your neck, 
and leave it at that. I probably should, but I'm not going  to do that. I'm 
turning this into a burr haircut, ha ha, as best I can anyway.  It'll 
probably turn out to be an embarrassing disaster for both of us, but the  next 
haircut I give you will be a better burr that this one is most likely going  to 
be, and the one after that better still. At some point I'll likely be able 
to  do it almost as good as you." He's got me thinking, now is the time for 
me to  say, 'No', but I can't fucking make myself say it. My brain's 
indicating  strongly to me that I'm in a deeply submissive frame of mind and Ryan's 
my main  man so all I'm able to do is sit here and let my main man do 
whatever he wants  to do with my fucking hair. You know, it's like Ryan lets 
Marty do whatever he  wants to do to him. How to explain the emotions of 
scariness I'm feeling in this  situation and the incredibly sexual sensations I'm 
feeling simultaneously. The  bottom line is that Ryan doing this haircut is 
irresistible and I can't object  because I think it's worth a shitty haircut 
to feel these submissive sensations.  That's what I'm thinking now although 
I know I'll be pissed-off at myself  tomorrow and for three weeks after that 
wearing a hat wherever I go. Robby will  just shake his head chuckling at 
my fucked-up haircut. He likes giving me  haircuts, and he's gotten okay at 
it, but he's not fanatical about it, and he  knows I can't help myself. The 
jealousy days of old have morphed into  resignation that some things aren't 
changing anytime soon.


Then Ryan's in front of me, seriously saying, "No, really, Dylan, is this  
alright with you? I don't need to try doing a burr. I'd like to try, but I 
just  don't feel right about it because I'll probably screw it up." By Ryan 
saying  that most of the submissiveness I was sensing fades away and my body 
relaxes,  but I already miss feeling submissive. I've mixed emotions now, so 
looking at  Ryan, I sputter, "Um, I don't know, Ryan. Ah, lets see, hmmm?" 
He ruffles my  hair on top, grinning, "Yeah, I know it probably felt 
awesomely submissive to  you for allowing me to do something you don't want. It's 
okay, I'll leave it a  buzz cut. It looks good on you and maybe you, your 
roommates, and me can think  of a way to get me free of the out-of-control 
Marty. Then we'll both have buzz  cuts the way Rob wants. We'll be twin 
boyfriends again for real. Those were the  best days of my life, especially you and 
me together." I take a deep breath  knowing I'm going to do something 
stupid, but I want to feel that submissive  sensation again and, what the fuck, if 
Ryan doesn't finish the haircut, Sonny will. Sucking on my lips, working up 
the stupid courage, I say, "No, you should  do what you said. You're who's 
definitely in charge here." He puts a hand on  both my shoulders, "You're 
obviously right about that. I was just testing your  submissive loyalty to me 
without any intention of doing what you want. You were  getting the burr 
haircut whether you said it was okay or not. Now stop slumping  and sit up 
straight." See, I know what Ryan said is total bullshit. I know very  well that 
he's just back to playing the sub/dom game. I know that, but I decide  I'll 
believe he's serious in that I have no say in the matter. I'm telling  
myself he had every intention of doing whatever haircut on me he feels like  
doing. Pretending I believe that, allows submissiveness to slowly slide into my  
mind again. When I see him put a very short guard on the clippers my cock 
goes  back to full alert and gets very hard again. I need to stifle a moan of 
arousal  because it feels so good, maybe it's like the 'high' some people 
get from  drugs.& 
 
He turns on the clippers and gets behind me putting his left hand on top  
of my head and pushing it forward until my chin's against my chest. I'm 
totally  in it now, fer sure. Ryan pushes the clippers against the nap of my neck 
and  then up the back of my head about halfway and the familiar sound of 
hundreds of  hair being clipped fills my head. Too quickly he runs the 
clippers a little  further over and up the back of my head doing it again and again 
until the hair  at the back of my head is cut down short enough to satisfy 
him. Then he pushes  my head to the right and quickly does the left side, 
then the right side and the  clippers turn off. As Ryan changes the guide on 
the clippers, he says, "That was  an eight inch guide leaving very short hair 
in it's wake I'm afraid. Now I'll go  up the rest of the sides and back 
with a quarter inch guide, which is very short  too." I think I'm going to cum 
in my underpants so I hold my breath waiting for  it to pass. Ryan rubs the 
back of his forefinger up the eight inch hairs around  my ear, mumbling, 
"Wicked short. Just the way I want it for your haircut." The  clippers are 
running in his right hand as he did that, now he looks at my crotch  and sees 
how aroused I am. Without saying anything he reaches down with his left  hand 
and uses his thumb and two fingers to pull the waistband of my jockey  
shorts down under my nuts and fastens it there. My boner sticks out straight and  
surprisingly the urge to climax subsides some. He leaves my jockey shorts 
like  that and pushes my head to the right, then quickly begins running the 
clippers  from the eight inch ridge of hairs up to the half inch hairs on top 
of my head.  My head's roughly pushed forward then and he rapidly cuts the 
rest of the hairs  on the back of my head, then the right side of my head. 
The clippers turn off  and Ryan examines the results. I've been feeling 
really loose, like it's hard  keeping my head up, so his hand on top of my head 
easily moves it here and there  as he looks at his handiwork, muttering, "It 
looks like shit now, but if I can  blend the different lengths I'm 
thinking... nah, I can't pull this  off." 


I'd love to give him some pointers on how he could 'pull it off', but he  
doesn't ask for any pointers and I probably couldn't talk anyway. Actually 
I'm  feeling like Ryan's little brother getting a home haircut from my big 
brother. I  respect and look up to him having faith he can do anything. He's 
like my hero  and it's so dreamy having someone look out for me and take care 
of me like this.  My much older brother knows what the best haircut for his 
little brother is. My  eyelids feel heavy and I have a strong urge to stroke 
my cock that's begun  throbbing, except my big brother might not want me 
doing that. Ryan's mumbling,  I assume to himself, "Maybe I'll try using a 
comb and scissors to blend the  lengths together." He gets a comb and scissors, 
then opens and closes the blades  of the scissors a few times to get the 
feel of then. Then he combs hair on the  side of my head and, "Scrunch" go the 
scissors cutting through the hairs. More  hair clippings drift down to join 
the others on my shoulder. It's 'Scrunch,  scrunch, scrunch," for a couple 
of minutes before he stops, and mutters, "No,  this is just making shingles 
on the side of your head. I should have done it the  other way." He pushes 
my head roughly, seemingly frustrated, like it's my fault  he screwed-up. I 
cringe not wanting to disappoint my big brother. Putting down  the scissors 
he takes the guard off the clippers, turns them on, and uses the  comb to 
comb up hairs, then run the clippers along the comb. This continues  unabated 
for a good five minutes with many little hair clipping constantly  drifting 
off my head. The clippers turn off again and Ryan checks around my  head, 
then turns on the clippers again and cuts more hair off my head. He does  it 
steadily for another couple of minutes, now going partially up and over on  
top of my head where my skull begins to curve. I'm drifting in air floating  
around the room wondering how my big brother can drift with me and still cut 
my  hair. I hear myself doing quiet moans, now very deeply into my 
trance-like state  of mind and feeling absolutely wonderful. My cock buzzes 
constantly along with  the buzzing clippers until I've totally lost track of time or 
where I  am.


Then I don't hear the clippers anymore. My head lulls around and I'm  
staring at all the hair clippings on my precum- saturated jockey shorts. Lots  
and lots of short blond hair clippings all around me and on me. Then I hear 
the  higher sound of the trimmer clippers and Ryan's pulling my ear away from 
my head  outlining around my ear, then he walks around and does the same 
thing with my  other ear. He smells sexy and his fingers feel sexy and I feel 
sexy. Now he has  the comb against the nap of my neck at the hairline cutting 
some hairs there. He  may have said something during this time but I was 
concentrating on the hypnotic  sound of the clippers and didn't hear his 
words, if he in fact said any. Now it  silent in here except for the subtle sound 
of Ryan's hand brushing hairs off my  shoulders. I guess my much older and 
much bigger big brother has finished my  haircut. He's using a hand towel 
now to brush off random hair clipping from my  shoulders, back, chest, and 
stomach. I hear him say, "Off the stool, Dylan." Did  he say, 'Little Dylan?' 
He pushes the back of my head so I stand on millions of  hair clipping. Ryan 
comes around to stand in front of me rubbing both his hand  over the burr 
haircut he gave me. I can't read his expression and then, both his  hands drop 
to my shoulders and he presses down. I drop to my knees slowly and  watch 
him unbuttons his pants and unzips his fly, then pulls his pants and  
underpants below his cock and balls. His eight inch long cock looks kind of firm  
already. My eyes drop a little to look at his oversized balls. With his hand 
on  my burr head he pulls my head to his crotch and my face get tight 
against him,  my nose buried in his pubic hairs. I gasp, tighten my stomach 
muscles and almost  cum. A strong Ryan scent invades my head as he rubs my face 
around his groin,  then pushes my head back and feeds me his firm cock. I suck 
on the head moaning  around it outwardly now, "Ooooh, mmmm, ooh, mmmm," my 
tongue's going wild,  circling his cock head as I take hold of the shaft and 
push more of his cock in  my mouth sucking and licking his delicious male 
organ. 


I suck and lick his cock with both my hands going up his stomach pushing  
his sweatshirt up. Two minutes of this with my eyes open staring at his tight 
 belly and glancing down at his big balls. It always seems incongruous for 
his  slight body to have this ginormous cock and balls attached to it. My 
own cock  is, and has been,  sticking straight out from my body with me 
completely in  love with everything my big brother does or has me do. "Mmmm, oooh, 
so good," I  murmur, as my hand drops down and my fist goes around the 
shaft of his hardening  boner.  I twist my fist around it and then stroke the 
shaft of this long  cock that's now become a steel-hard  boner. He grunts and 
pushes his hips  out as a long drool of precum hits my tongue. I savor the 
taste of the watery  substance before swallowing it. Ryan grunts again and 
pushes my forehead as he  steps back, groaning, "Aaaah, ooh, whoa." Deep 
breathing as I look up seeing my  big brother is actually small, his chest 
heaving, his head back. He takes some  deep breaths with his saliva drenched boner 
in his hand, and says, "Get on all  four, Dylan," and my eyes blink rapidly 
on their own as the world drifts back  into my consciousness. I mutter, 
"Ryan? Wha....?" He grins, "You're the most  awesome person ever, Dylan. Oh my 
God you turn me on like nothing else."  Glancing around I'm realizing where 
I am and that allows reality to creep into  my dream world. I cough and look 
up at Ryan again. He looks so cool standing  there with his boner sticking 
out, shiny with my saliva, and his cute grin as he  pushes his glasses up 
his nose. His tiny beard is the hottest thing I've ever  seen. I suck on my 
lips feeling so good. Instead of getting on my hands and  knees though, much 
of my submissiveness having drifted away, I standup slowly  and rest my arms 
on his shoulders, murmuring, "I feel good, Ryan," and lean into  him with 
our lips coming together.


Ryan kisses better than anyone. His lips and those sparse whiskers of his  
rubbing against my face and his body tight against mine is so sexy. Our 
boners  are pointing up next to each other between our bellies. Ryan's rubbing 
my back  and up the back of my head and all of a sudden I think, "My 
haircut?" My lips  make a wet slurping sound leaving his and I lean my forehead 
against his,  asking, "How'd my haircut turn out, Ryan?" His lips form a big 
smile  as he  quietly asks, "How do you think it turned out? I didn't know what 
I was doing,  you know that, but you asked me to do it, so I did, but..." 
and he hugs around  the back of my neck and kisses me again. Our tongues lap 
together and then he  licks up the front of my nose four times. I grunt and 
my body tightens with my  cock throbbing as a long drool of precum wets both 
our bellies. He grins again,  "I loved cutting your hair almost as much as 
I love fucking you," and he turns  me around, the muscles bulging in his 
bicep. He grabs his cock and presses the  wet head against my asshole. I go to 
bend forward, but he says, "No, just keep  your knees bent like you're 
doing. Don't bend over." I didn't even realize I was  bending my knees, but I 
need to because I'm taller than him so I guess I did it  unconsciously from 
some preprogrammed part of my brain.


The lips of my anus spread as Ryan murmurs, "I want to fuck you slowly  and 
make it last. I dream about this, Dylan. Swear to God, I dream about 
fucking  you. And I don't mean just daydreams, but actual dreams. Dreams that 
sometimes  cause nocturnal emissions. That means I have an orgasm in my sleep." 
I say, "I  know what it means, ya nut," realizing my submissiveness is 
pretty much kaput  and that's disappointing, but I don't need to feel submissive 
to enjoy getting  fucked. Still, remnants of that dreamy submissive trance 
float around in my  consciousness. I loved feeling like Ryan's
 little brother. That was really cool and oh so sexually arousing.  His 
arms around my waist, my hands gripping his forearm up from his wrists,  which 
overlap. Half his cock's head is inside me and slight pressure from his  
hips pushes it in past my sphincter muscle with me shaking in his arms a 
little.  He tightens his arms around me, his forehead against the back of my neck 
as he  slowly pushes his cock up my ass. I'm trying to relax but that thing 
is big, and  I soon grunt, "Ow, ooh." He quietly says, "I'll wait a bit, 
Dylan, but you smell  so sexy it's... I don't know what." I'm not listening as 
I blow out puffs of air  waiting for the soreness to fade, and when it does, 
I murmur, "Go ahead, big  brother," and smile to myself. He pushes what 
feels like three inches of hard  cock up my ass as he gasps, and murmurs, 
"Feels so fucking good," and then a  grunt as he pushes a couple more inches in 
that hurt, but I don't say anything,  just bite my lip and hold my breath. 
More hard cock presses up my ass and I'm  now holding Ryan's arms so tightly 
my knuckles are white and then I feel his  pubic hairs on my buttocks, and 
then I don't as he presses his groin tightly  against my ass. He gasps, and 
moans, "Mmmm, so tight, mmm, ooh, gawd, this feels  good."


He moves his forehead back and forth on my shoulder, murmuring, "I love  
you, Dylan. Oh fuck do I ever love you. Ooh man, this is so good." I'm so 
filled  up back there it feels like I need to shit, but that fades away as 
sensations of  pleasure take over and my rectum hugs Ryan's fat hard long cock as 
my stretched  anus sizzles with delightful sensations making my shoulders 
shudder. He pulls  back his cock, almost out of my ass, hesitates and then 
steadily pushes it back  up my ass and I go, "Ooooh, god, mmm, ooh, ooh, yeah, 
Ryan, fuck me." His hips  begin moving and thrusting that big expanding 
boner of his and I'm groveling in  his arms, my head back, the side of my face 
moving against the side of his and  it's incredible. I'm the only person 
he's ever fucked and yet he fuck's so good  it's like really unbelievable. Of 
course his large equipment has something to do  with that too. With our faces 
sliding together his scent is strong and his arms  feel strong too and the 
sensations in my rectum increase with every thrusts of  his big cock up my 
ass. A few minutes of pure bliss before Ryan begins making  little high whiny 
sounds and I can only hope he's not going to climax this soon.  My rectum 
feels so fucking good, his hard cock tightly stimulating the lips of  my 
anus, and sliding over my prostate gland almost constantly as the eight  inches 
of hard cock travels back and forth inside me. Ryan and I are both  
breathing hard and moaning, with him continuing his whining sounding and moans  of 
arousal to go along with my constant, "Um, umn, um, ooh, um, ooh fuck, Ryan  
it feels so good, oooh." He's fucking much faster now, and I guess so much 
for  the slow drawn-out fuck he mentioned. When the strong climax urge takes 
over  your brain, like it obviously has with Ryan, instincts take over. I'm 
up on my  toes now as my own orgasm is on me hot and heavy now. I'm 
desperately pushing  back at his thrusting. One of his arms comes up around the 
front of my neck,  like Tracy fuck's me, and Ryan pulls my head back wildly 
thrusting his cock up  my ass. Thirty seconds later I squeal, struggling 
mightily in Ryan strong arms,  my back arching as my vision goes white as I squeal 
with cum soaring out of my  cock shooting straight out four or five feet to 
splatter on the front of the  desk. It was a long stream of cum that 
built-up in my balls all through the  dominant haircut.


As I struggle to catch my breath, four short shots of  cum follow the long 
one making me do a high squeaking sound as each one  tantalizes the head of 
my quivering cock. The sensations in my rectum and all  around my groin area 
and belly have me shaking and Ryan's attempt to hold me  still pulls us 
over and we flop on the floor, his boner coming out of my ass as  a long steam 
of cum shoots from Ryan's cock and streaks up my back and the back  of my 
head. He's up on his knees as quick as a cat, humping his cock back up my  ass 
and pumps spunk from his nuts inside me. I don't feel it hit but the  
slipperiness is obvious. His cock slides smoothly back and forth now. I'm laying  
on my stomach holding my ass up for Ryan as he does a half dozen more 
thrusts,  then lays in his own cum on my back. We lay on my bedroom floor, half 
on and  half off the throw rug beside my bed. I'm taking deep breaths still 
savoring all  the aspects of my climax. A final shudder though and the last 
of the sensations  of orgasm fade away. It leaves me smiling though because 
that felt so fucking  good. It was destined to be a relative quick fuck 
because we both were aroused  by Ryan dominantly giving me the haircut he decided 
for me. I'm guessing about  Ryan's arousal of course, but mine was high and 
I think he was turned on too.  Then my haircut is on my mind again. Not the 
 arousal part, the reality part. I reach up and feel it for the first time. 
Yeah  it feels bristly short, but I can't remember the last haircut I got 
that didn't  feel bristly short. Ya can't tell the evenness of it by feeling 
it though. Then  I feel the back of my head near my neck and it's like 
sandpaper so we might have  a problem. Well I knew it'd probably be a problem, 
but now I'm talking major  problem here.


Ryan gets up on his knees, pulling his cock from my ass. He rubs my head,  
saying, "I saw you feeling your haircut. Do you wanna see it?" I say, "Maybe 
I  better not. I'd rather think about the awesome sexy way I felt when you 
were  cutting it, and then this fantastic orgasm you expertly fucked out of 
me. Let me  savor those things before I look in the mirror." He giggles as 
he wipes his hand  up my back smearing his cum up and over my shoulder. 
"Icky," he mutters, and  then sits on the floor Indian style, saying, "I did a 
really good burr haircut  for you, Dylan, and I think you look hot with it 
too." I hesitantly ask,  "Really? You're not breaking my balls?" He shakes his 
head, "Nope, it's a good  haircut. Maybe not as good as you cut hair, but 
I'll bet it's as good as the  average Joe-blow barber can do. At least as far 
as a burr haircut goes. That's  the only one I studied. That and the buzz 
cut, which is simple." I'm like,  "Studied? Where the fuck did you study doing 
a burr haircut?" I jump up and look  in the mirror. Huh, he gave me a short 
burr haircut with short, well tapered  sides. It almost exactly the 
haircuts Ray ordered us posse boys to get last  summer. Ray wanted his posse boys 
wearing short, tight burr haircuts and that's  exactly how Ryan cut mine. Of 
course he couldn't know that because Ryan was in  Georgia at the time. Going 
into the living room I grab the hand held mirror to  check out the back of 
my head and, huh again, I couldn't have done any better  myself. What the 
fuck? Ryan comes out of the bedroom with his pants buttoned up.  He's 
grinning, "Surprised, aren't you? There are only a couple thousand 'how-to'  haircut 
videos online. When Marty had me ankle-cuffed to the desk chair and he  was 
out doing who-knows-what with Rex, I'd do my homework and then study  
'how-to' videos about home haircuts. I just watched the burr haircut ones mostly  
'cause I was hoping to surprise you sometime." He's beaming as I hug him,  
"You're awesome, Ryan," and I kiss him a few times on his face feeling good  
because now I know that much of the time Ryan was in his dorm room he was  
thinking about me. That's sweet, ya know?


Well, I'm still naked of course and I've got my back pretty much smeared  
all over with Ryan's cum, plus it's drooling out my ass, so I say, "I gotta  
shower, Ryan. You wanna take one together and maybe you'll want to fuck me  
again?" He's rubbing my head staring at his handiwork, "You're pretty blasé  
about this cool professionally done burr haircut I did for you, Dylan." I 
go,  "Well hell, Ryan I'd have been shocked if you didn't do a good job. Your 
 haircutting prowess is exceeded only by your awesome fucking, dude. You're 
my  big brother and my hero." He says, "Yeah, I'll bet. Hey, why don't you 
put some  clothes on and we'll have a smoke on the balcony. Ya got any 
beer?" I shake my  head, "Nah, no beer, but I thought you weren't allowed to 
smoke." He says, "I'm  not supposed to have sex with anybody either, but with 
you all bets are off.  What that asshole doesn't know won't hurt me." In my 
bedroom I pull on my khaki  cargo pants and look for a dirty sweatshirt, 
finding one of Robby's and pulling  it on over my head. Why smear Ryan's cum from 
my back on a clean shirt? While  stepping into my sneakers I'm watching 
Ryan standing at the bedroom door  watching me. We grin at each other, and he 
says, "We're really something, ain't  we?" I smile, "Yep, we are, and walk 
over to him putting my arm across his  shoulders for a shoulder hug. Ryan 
seems to meld into me and I kiss the side of  his head, mumbling, "You smell 
good too." We get our coats and on the balcony I  give him a cigarette and we 
light them, then I give Ryan a smoking hot kiss,  blowing my exhaled 
cigarette smoke in his mouth and watch it come out his nose.  We do that a couple of 
times grinning like nuts, then he asks, "What'd you mean  when you called 
me your big brother and  hero?"


I blow exhaled smoke at him, smirking. He bats it away, "No, really,  
what'd you mean by that? You seemed serious." So I explain how I got so  
submissive to him I thought I was his little brother getting a home haircut from  my 
hero, my big brother, Ryan." He nods his head, not laughingly mocking me 
for  such a bizarre scenarios like most guys not into, or knowledgeable about, 
 sub/dom sex would do. As two submissive natured guys we both understand 
the  sometimes strange tricks our minds play on us in our willingness to be  
submissive to someone. For me it's mostly during sex, or when I'm 
anticipation  sex, or just after sex that I feel the tantalizing submissive sensations. 
For  someone who allows themselves to get too deeply into it with the wrong 
dominant  sex partner, Like Ryan's done a few times, it can lead to a very 
unpleasant  situation. Then there are the slave/master group who are way out 
of my league,  and while I don't judge them, that's not for me. Marty is 
basically a sadistic  bully prick rather than a 'master' to Ryan. He didn't 
chain Ryan up in a dungeon  and whip him, but he does treat Ryan much worse 
than is expected in most casual  sub/dom relationship, that I'm familiar with 
anyhow. You add humiliation and  excessive pain to the equation and any 
attraction for it is lost on me. Ryan  goes in for much more of that than I'd 
ever consider, but he's reached his limit  now and wants out. I ask him a 
question that's been on my mind, "Ryan, um, do  you feel for some reason you 
deserve to be punished?" He goes, "Whaddaya mean?"  I shrug, realizing it could 
be a touchy subject, so I hedge a little, "I don't  know, but you've gotten 
yourself in similar situations, similar to the one with  Marty, I'm 
guessing it's been at least three other times and I wonder if you  know why you 
allow that to happen. Maybe there's some reason you think you  deserve it."


He isn't forthcoming about that, so I ask, "How'd it happen the first  
time. Ya know, before I met you." He flicks his cigarette butt into the parking  
lot and it bounces off a car. He goes, "Oops!" and I'm still looking at 
him, so  he adds, "I don't know how to answer your question, but it's one I've 
asked  myself about ten thousand times. I'd rather not talk about it, if you 
don't  mind." Huh. I smile, "I don't mind," and flick my cigarette butt off 
Ryan's leg,  which is amazing because I was aiming in the opposite 
direction. He chuckles,  "Ya don't have to get pissed off I don't want to discuss my 
embarrassing  willingness to be treated like a lowlife." I go, "That cigaret
te flick was a  rare miss-flick by me." He grins, "Rare, huh?" Then he 
says, "I can't answer  your question, Dylan, because I don't know myself. I do 
know that next to my  parents you're the only person in the world who makes 
me feel special. Robby  always treats me good, but you treat me good and make 
me feel special too." I  mumble the obvious, "You are special." He just 
gives me a wry smile because I  don't think he thinks he's special, which makes 
me sad. He lifts my wrist to  look at my watch, "It's only five-thirty, 
Dylan, we've got the whole night ahead  of us." I give him a hug, "Lucky us. 
I'm gonna get us some beer so we can get a  little drunk together. Hey, you 
have any weed left?" He shakes his head, "Nah,  Marty and Rex smoked it all." 
"You didn't get to smoke your own stash?" He says,  "Well a couple of times 
early on they made me smoke six joints in a row until I  didn't even know my 
own name. One of those times he took me to that mixer in a  dog collar and 
leash. We were all high as hell. Then they decided they were  wasting it on 
me so he'd handcuff me to something and then get high with Rex.  They'd 
usually make out when they got high, then make me blow them both, and  they'd 
take turns fucking me." I do not want to hear anymore of that, so I go,  
"Yeah, we need to get drunk. Come on, lets see what's up at  Tracy's."


I've got cum dried on my back, ass, and the back of my legs, but nobody  
except Ryan knows that so we clean up what we can. Ryan wipes my ass and the  
back of my head where some of the cum reached and I say, "I'll get the rest 
in a  shower later on. After I wipe up the cum from the front of my desk and 
on the  floor in front of it, we hit the parking lot. At Ryan's Mini, I 
say, "Please let  me drive, Ryan." I want to add that he lets Marty drive all 
over the place in  the Mini. Fuckwad and Rex actually, while Ryan handcuffed 
in the dorm room I  guess. I don't say that though because I don't want to 
rub it in, and Ryan  probably had no say in the matter anyway. Ryan 
hesitates, then says, "Yeah,  sure, Dylan, you drive." It's not a long drive, but I 
could tell there were a  few times Ryan wanted to tell me to go slower or not 
to be so close to the car  in front of us, but he didn't say anything. 
Parked at Tracy's, Ryan grins at me  rubbing my head, saying, "This haircut 
looks so cool on you," obviously looking  for more compliments. I accommodate 
him telling him it's as good a burr haircut  as I've ever had. Considering 
I've only had a couple of the 'burr' variety it  isn't much of a compliment, 
but he eats it up making me feel good. I give him a  hug and a kiss on top of 
his head and we go up the steps to the  speakeasy.


I get a nice greeting from the regular bouncer who collects money and  
checked for college IDs at the door. Then he asks Ryan for his college ID, but I 
 say to the bouncer, who's name I can never remember, "He's with me," and 
the  bouncer shrugs and extends his arm, like: 'come on in'. I buy Ryan a 
beer  telling him, we'll have one here and then I'll buy a couple of six packs 
to  go.  Ryan and me are walking to my usual spot on the railing when I see  
Tracy laughing with some guys and girls I don't know. He doesn't see me 
though.  We run into Felix Jonnas, Ryan's friend from last year who we 
discovered has  just transferred to BC. Felix introduces his girlfriend and we 
continue over to  the railing with Ryan and Felix reminiscing. Tracy catches my 
eye, then he wiggles his  forefinger indicating: 'Come here'. Oh fuck, I've 
got Ryan's cum dried on my  ass.


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


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