Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2015 12:36:43 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  56

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  56


by  Donny Mumford


Tuesday got off to a  rocky start for me with everybody yelling at me for
no good reason, but things  got much better in the afternoon. Robby and Danny
are at baseball practice while  Ryan and me had ourselves a hot sexy time
in the apartment. It seemed special  somehow, maybe because I told Ryan I'm
in love with him. That's not something he  or I took lightly and it's too
recent for me to consider the implications  regarding how it effects Robby and
me. I assume it won't have much of an effect  at all, if any. Robby and I
have had side-sex partners for our entire three year  love affair, so now we
have side-sex partners we love. He said he loved both  Danny and me just last
night. Maybe that has something to do with me admitting  to myself I love
Ryan. It probably did, but so what? Experience with Willie  indicates to me
that love can fade as it did with me for him. Maybe my love with  Ryan will
fade in time too, but it's been the opposite with Robby. My love for  him
gets stronger, not weaker, and for that reason I believe he and I will
eventually fulfill our plans for the future. When that will be I don't know, but  I
can't imagine a life without him in it and I don't expect that to change.
In  the meantime we'll see if Robby's right that this can be proof that he
and I are  meant for each other when everything is said and done. In the
meantime we'll see  if having side-sex partners we love changes anything
meaningful between Robby  and me. I don't expect it will.


Ryan and me are in the  shower together shampooing each other's hair and
washing each other giving  special attention to our asses and the equipment
between our legs. Then, while  rinsing off under the strong flow of water, we
hug together enjoying the feel of  another guy's body against our bodies.
The hot water heater in this apartment's  may very well be too small, but the
water pressure is excellent. Ryan gives me a  loving kiss that last almost a
minute and leaves me breathlessly hanging on his  tight smaller body. I'm
clinging to him for some reason, the side of my face  against the side of
his. as he rubs my back quietly asking, "Have a rough  morning, did you?" I go,
"Yeah, but this afternoon with you made up for that."  He murmurs, "This is
probably the best afternoon of my life thanks to you," I  go, "Uh huh," and
he's like, "Come on, lets get out now." We turn off the shower  and do just
that. While drying ourselves we have our own private thoughts. I'm
realizing I've been acting with Ryan in some ways like I've acted with Robby at
times. I've been feeling the same sort of buzzing at my lower belly and all
around my groin that I get when I'm especially hot for Robby. It's a sexual
sensation with love and affection, in this case for Ryan, but I've felt
similarly with Robby. When I even look at Ryan my dick buzzes and I want to hug
 and kiss him and suck his cock or rim his ass, anything to please him.
It's  really a disturbing sensation of loss of control, but it feels good  too.


I glance at him and see  Ryan staring at me. Then he grins, saying, "Damn,
you have the hottest body,  Dylan. You always have had a hot body, but the
lifting has really highlighted  muscle definition taking it up a couple of
notches. With your pubes  shaved your just about hairless and that's hot to
me. I don't like body  hair, generally speaking, and ironically every single
dominant asshole I've ever  bowed down to had a lot of body hair. God, what a
fool I've been. Oh well, you  helped me break that habit, Dylan, you really
did." I say, "You've told me that  before, Ryan. It was when you saw how
submissive I got to Marty, wasn't it."  He's like, "Yeah, of course it was. I
was horrified to think I was like that and  much worse than that. To see you
submissive to him was like a real smack in the  face." He's towel drying
his hair and since mine is shorter it dried quickly so  I'm just standing here
naked watching Ryan. I like watching the way he does  stuff. For something
to say, I ask, "You could get me even more submissive to  you than Marty got
me, couldn't you?" He shrugs, "Yes, but I'm never going to."  I'm like,
"Yeah, but I was just thinking how much I loved that feeling of being  super
submissive to you. You know, a year or so ago when you got me feeling like I
was a  little kid that you were taking care of. Remember?" He says, "Of
course I remember, but I'd need to beat on your ass and then treat you like a
little boy and humiliate you to bring out that level of submission and I
won't  do that. No way. I wasn't in love with you then so I could do it even
though I  was extremely fond of you as a friend and side-sex buddy, which is
your term, by  the way."


We go into the bedroom  where Ryan asks if he can borrow some of my clean
clothes. I try handing him  some of my favorite stuffs, but he refuses to
borrow my cool clothes and instead  chooses an old sweatshirt of mine and an
even older pair of sweatpants, the kind  with elastic around the ankles. We go
out on the balcony for a smoke on this  nice spring day. Ryan take a drag,
saying, "We oughta give  these things up, don't ya think?" and I'm like,
"Yeah, I'm going to give up  cigarettes when I graduate. I think college is the
time to smoke cigarettes and  drink too much and enjoy being young. Have a
lot of sex too. I'll get serious  after college." He chuckles, "Oh, so
you're going to stop smoking just like that  and then turn on seriousness, huh? I
hope you stop smoking but don't get serious  because you're sweeter as a
free spirit." I chuckle. "I'm a free spirit, huh?  I'm curious, and please be
honest with me, do you think I'm immature?" He grins,  "Duh, yeah, of course
you are, but you pull it off awesomely. I wouldn't change  a thing about
you even if I could." I say, "That's a nice thing to say,  Ryan, thanks." He
shrugs, "Yeah but, um, well there is something you'll need to  stop doing
though. I mean if we're going to be romantic lovers rather than just  side-sex
buddies." Knowing damn well what he's going to say, I ask, "What's  that?"
He gives me a 'look', "Come on, Dylan, you know very well what I'm  talking
about. You need to cut out your frivolous side-sex. No more of that,  okay?"
Frivolous side-sex, huh? I guess he means one and done experiences. Damn
they're fun though. Still, I give a partial okay to that, "Okay, I'll try for
you, Ryan, but for the record I have far less of that than you and Robby
seem to  think I have." He gives me a rye grin, mumbling, "Everything's
relative. What I  think is a lot you may thing is a pittance." I ask, "Pittance?
Doesn't that  refer to a small amount of money, like someone's job pay only a
pittance?" He  says, "Whatever, it's small."


Moving on from the dicey  subject of side-sex, I ask, "I've been wondering,
since you gave up being  submissive during sex a couple of months ago,
don't you miss it? I mean your  entire sex life, other than with me, has been as
a submissive bottom." He  shrugs, "Yeah, you'd think I would miss it, but I
don't. I've tried to  understand that and decided being a submissive bottom
became a ingrained habit  of mine rather than something enjoyable like it
was in the beginning." I've got  another question for him, "Why did you think
you deserved being treated badly  back then? I've never felt I deserved
being treated badly even though I get my  rocks off being submissive at times.
Times I choose to be submissive. You, on  the other hand, accepted excessive
abuse and humiliation for long periods of  time." He flicks his cigarette
butt way up in the air and we both watch it come  almost straight down, just
missing the railing to fall to the ground below. I  go, "Cool!" He grins,
"Yeah, that's me alright, cool. No, I never once in my  life thought I was
cool. Kids wouldn't let me think that. I was small and wore  glasses so at an
early age I was labeled a geeky nerd and I couldn't shake that  even when I
made the starting baseball team as an undersized ninth grader. Then  I was
that geeky four eyed goon fag of a baseball player. And at home my parents
treated me like I was the most awesome kid ever born. Plus, I realized I was
gay  early on and my early sex partners were older, so I did the blow jobs
which led  to me being the bottom and that turned into me becoming submissive
because I  felt inferior to the tops who I sucked off and who fucked me. The
more I took,  the more they dished out. When I had submissive gay sex with
some guys I felt  like I had a friend. I didn't want to lose them so I
accepted whatever they  dished out, and like I said it developed into a ingrained
habit to be like that.  It wasn't me thinking I was a bad boy and deserved
being treated badly. None of  them were friends obviously, they exploited
and took advantage of me even as  they mocked and humiliated me. It all seems
inexplicable to me now, but that's  how it went back then. It was always
something I could fall back on if I felt  lonely and friendless. Kids can be
very cruel and really do a number on other  kids' head at an early age." I'm
like, "Jesus, they called you a fag. Did  everyone in high school know you
were gay?" He shakes his head, "No, of course  not, but a few did and it just
became accepted to call me a fag even though  almost everyone who called me
that didn't actually think I was gay. They didn't  think I was anything.
Anyway, I only connected with someone when I'd be their  submissive bottom,
which is what I thought I was. And then, like I said, I think  it because habit
forming. A habit I've finally broken."I go, "Your life story is  enough to
make be cry, Ryan. I'm so sorry you had to live through that. I had no  idea
it was that bad." He shrugs, "I stayed home where it was safe much of the
time, but when I got lonely I looked for someone to treat me like a
submissive  fuck toy."

Well that wasn't  uplifting at all. I give Ryan a hug, and he adds, "Then I
met Rob by jokingly  around with him all the time saying I'd blow him
whenever he wants me to. I  basically was reverting back to what got me attention
in the past. And he's so  attractive I had this enormous crush on him too.
I knew you were his best  friend, but I didn't think you guys were gay. You
didn't fit the mold at all. I  found out you were gay when Rob began
screwing me and he told me not to get too  attached to him because you were his
boyfriend who he loved with a passion. So  then I was jealous of you and was
positive you were a stuck-up snob. I also  thought you were even cuter than
Rob, which I could hardly believe. I was  absolutely blown away when I first
saw you two together, before I knew you were  gay. I was like, how the hell
can someone be better looking and cuter that Rob.  He was the cutest guy I'd
ever seen up till then." I go, "I'm not better looking  than, Rob. Maybe my
brother is, but not me." He waves his hand at me, "Get outta  here with that
bullshit. They're both good looking and cute, but you're in a  whole other
league than anyone I've ever seen." I'm grinning asking, "What the  cutest
part of me?" Ryan laughs, then, "I've been pumping your tires enough  today.
You've receive your quota of compliments already. Get your cute ass  inside
and get the barber stuff out. You've stalled long enough." I go, "I'm not
stalling, I like you giving me haircuts." He mumbles, "Lets see if you like
this  new haircut you're getting."


We go inside and I get  the toiletry kit I keep the clippers and barber
stuff in. As I'm laying the  clippers, guides, scissors, mirror, and comb on
the kitchen bar, I ask, "What do  you mean 'new haircut'? You asked Robby if
you should give me 'that' haircut.  What kind of haircut is that?" He's
pulling the stool over near the end of the  tile floor of the small kitchen area,
saying, "Yeah, on the phone when I called  him from the airport I asked
what he thought of me not using a guide for the  sides and back of your head.
He said go for it so that's what I doing today. I  like the idea of a
military style haircut on you." I'm like, "Oh you do, do ya?  Do I have any say in
this matter or should I buy camouflage cargo pants and  shirt and dress like
a soldier?" He laughs, "That'd be extra sexy hot dressed as  a soldier,
especially with the haircut you're going to get." I take my shirt off  and sit
on the stool, asking, "How long do I need to have these ridiculously  short
haircuts of yours?" He goes, "Until I'm positive your submissive side is
satisfied enough by me that you're no longer a danger to yourself getting
hooked  up with some out of control sadistic dominant asshole like I've had to
deal  with." I go, "I've told you a hundred times I know when to quit that
shit.  Hell, I've hardly had any sub/dom sex for months." He asks, "What do
you call  what you did with Marty?" I go, "A little oral sex, that's all it
basically  was." He says, "It was much worse than a little oral sex. Anyway
you're getting  the haircut I chose for you, Right?" I shrug, "Yeah, why not.
It's not like  something new for me. It's been going on starting with this
kid Willie  Worthington almost four years ago now." He says, "Good, then
there's no  problem." I go, "Ha ha, what you don't know is I get my rocks off
from you  giving me these haircuts. I'm not complaining so much as I'm curious
about how  long you have in mind giving me these burr haircuts, that all."
He combs through  my hair. It's grown to almost an inch,
whoop-dee-fuckin'-do. Ryan mumbles, "Lets  just say you'll get these haircuts as long as I feel
like doing them, and leave  it at that. This is your haircut from now on."
I go, "Okay," and them tell him,  "Robby is copying you, you know. He told
me to give Danny the same haircut I  get." Ryan's eyebrows go up, "Really?
Danny's coming over tonight for a haircut,  right?" I go, "Oh no, don't you
dare take him away from me, Ryan. I wanna do his  haircut." He says, "By now I
don't think you can do this haircut as good as I  can. Danny should have
the best, don't ya think?" I'm like, "Please, Ryan," and  he's like, "Okay
this time, but we'll alternate after tonight." Biting my bottom  lip, I fight
off a pout realizing that if Ryan insisted I'd give in to him and  let him do
Danny's burr haircut. Ryan has the perfect amount of dominant  behavior,
much of which I don't even notice anymore. Sort of like Robby's  bossiness. I
like it.

Ryan turns on the  clippers without a guide on the blade and they make that
'barber's clippers'  sound that gets my dick buzzing. It didn't use to
affect me like this, but I've  definitely slipped into a for real haircut fetish
some time over the past couple  of years. The clippers' alone will leave a
sandpaper-feeling hair in it's wake.  There's a slimmer head for the
clippers that would leave the scalp feeling  smooth, but even then the trimmers
could take the hair down even shorter,  like a razor. The trimmer clippers will
leave a noticeable outline even though  the hair fells like rough
sandpaper. As he always does, Ryan puts his left hand  on top of my head and pushes
my head over as far as it'll go, my ear almost  touching my shoulder, and he
holds it there. I wouldn't move my head anyway, but  he doesn't take any
chances. Head movement when using the clippers can leave a  shingle cut in the
hair. Ryan runs the clippers most of the way up the side of  my head and the
one inch hairs fall away bringing on the  first tingling of a submissive
trance. I love it. As Ryan continues  unhesitatingly along the side of my head
I feel more and more submissive just  sitting here allowing him to do what
he wants even though I know I won't like it  when he's done. That doesn't
register now though. What registers now is the  confidently way he's cutting
my hair without any concern about what I want.  That's the dominant part.
Further adding to my submissive sense is I'm afraid  he's doing it too fast,
but that only adds to the submissive way I feel  as my cock gets hard making
me want more... cut it shorter if you want. The fact  the last three haircut
have been as good as I or anyone could do doesn't enter  my mind. It's
sexier thinking it could be a disaster of a haircut. That's what  was so hot
about the way Sonny gave me haircuts. I not only didn't want him  doing it, I
didn't think he even could, but he did it anyway. Very short  haircuts leave
very little room for error.


Done the right side of  my head he steps around behind me and with his left
hand on top of my head he  pushes my head forward until my chin hits my
chest. I'm resisting the urge to  feel the almost bare scalp on the side he
just finished. Instead I'm smelling  the back of my hand concentrating on  the
vibration I feel on my cock as a very submissive sense now slides over me as
 Ryan holds the clippers against the back of my neck and then runs them
almost to  the crown. I can picture in my head the bare scalp next to the one
inch long  hairs and it makes me squirm while suppressing a submissive moan.
This is hot  knowing I'm not going to like my finished haircut. Ryan says,
"No squirming!" A  quiet, "Mmmm," slips out of me as he keeps moving those
clippers, cutting most  of the hair off my head. I feel him rub the barbered
area with the palm of his  hand, murmuring to himself, "Yeah, this is what I
had in mind." Then my head is  pushed to the right and he starts in on the
remaining side. I strain my eyes to  see the one inch cut hairs covering my
shoulder and my cock tightens up further  and then throbs like I'm going to
cum. I move my ass on the stool a little and  Ryan pushes on my head, "Stop
moving, Dylan!" I know I'm gonna cum, and then  when he runs the clippers up
from my sideburn and the hairs drift past my view,  I grunt humping my hips
a little and cum in my pants. The clippers are going up  the side of my head
again as my groin muscles tighten  squeezing out  another spurt of cum and
I feel it get wet in my lap. I enjoy the buzzing around  my groin area for a
few seconds and then I calm down and I stop squirming as  a submissive
feeling flicker and then fade away completely. Small orgasm,  but I got a real
nice feeling from it. Oh wow, fucking fetishes rock. Of course  now I'm stuck
with a shitty haircut.

Ryan finishes up the  left side and turns the clippers off and uses his
hands to wipe the hairs of my  shoulder. Then he runs the palm of his hand up
the back of my head, saying,  "This is the Marine haircut I saw on a guy in
Georgia. A couple of guys  actually, but only one was blond and cute
reminding me of you. I thought, Dylan  would look hot with that haircut. And you
will too after I blend the sides and  cut the top short." Completely out of my
delicious submissive trance now, I ask,  "How short?" He says, "They'll be a
part at the middle top where it'll be a  quarter inch, but the rest will be
shorter." I go, "And I have no say in the  matter, right?" He goers, "Nope,
none at all, my sweet submissive boyfriend." I  tell him, "You made me cum
in my pants, ya know." He goes, "Get out of here, I  did not." I brush hairs
off my lap and point to my khakis near the zipper where  the cum soaked
through. He goes, "Oh, fuck, that's so cool." and hugs around the  back of my
neck kissing the side of my forehead, "That'S incredible, you didn't touch
yourself,  right?" I'm like, "No, I didn't need to, and I felt yummily
submissive through  most of the haircut too." He says, "Yummily? What the fuck kind
of word is  that?" I go, "It's a word, or it should be." The rest of the
haircut Ryan uses  the clippers over comb method rounding the burr-look on
top. When he's done he  uses the trimmers outlining around and behind my ear,
proclaiming, "It's exactly  like the Marine's haircut, exactly!" He's proud
of himself holding the handheld  mirror in front of me so I can see. It's way
too short and doesn't look cool to  me at all. I say, "I hate it," and he
says, "Get used to it, that's you for the  foreseeable future." That gets my
wet dick's attention  too.


Sitting on the stool I'm  feeling my head of sandpaper-hair on the sides
and back and the stiff  bristly hairs on top. I whine,"It's too fucking short,
Ryan," He says, "No, it's  perfect and I love it! Now, get off the stool
and help me sweep up your hair."  That makes me feel submissive too, so it's
not all bad, and I did cum in my  pants, but fuck, I feel geeky. I say, "Yes,
bossy," and hop off the stool. He  smiles, "You can act pissed if you want
to, but I know you loved the process if  not the result." I go, "Perfectly
put," thinking, 'Well it's wear a hat day from  now on for me'. As I'm
holding the dustpan for Ryan to sweep the hair in to, I  say, "You know of course,
you'll never get to see my haircut 'cause I'm wearing  a hat every waking
minute." He laughs, "No you won't, Dylan, you'll forget it  one day and then
there won't be a need for a hat. Everyone will have see my  awesome
handiwork." I go, "I hope you don't think anyone else in the world would  tolerate
this haircut." He says, "Oh you mean except a hundred thousand marines  who
have the same haircut? And, as a matter of fact, I've seen almost shaved
sides like I gave you on models in magazines too. It's the latest trendy style"
 So have I actually, but the hair on top was much longer than mine. I don't
 really feel like arguing right about it now though because I'm sorta
basking in  the memory of how I felt while Ryan was cutting my hair way too
short. That's so  cooly dominant of him right there. He right too about the
haircut reminding me  of my place. Every time I look at myself, Ryan will be the
first thing on my  mind. I had a little orgasm too, but I know thinking
about getting this haircut  will give me a couple hundred daydreaming boners the
next three weeks, and by  then I'll be looking forward to haircut day
again. I say, "Your some kind of  sorcerer, Ryan. Manipulating my mind with your
secret mind control." He laughs,  "You look cool, and you enjoyed it. That's
the bottom line." I mutter, "No I  didn't," but I did. Ha ha!

Done cleaning up, I  leave the barber stuff our for Danny's haircut and
then I laugh out loud. Ryan  asks, "What?" and I say, "I just though of Danny's
and how he's gonna shit his  pants when he sees this haircut 'cause Rob
told him to get one just like mine.  Oh fuck, that's going to be awesome." I
can't help I'm staring at myself in the  mirror over the sofa, just like guys
do after I give them a short haircut, Now I  know how they feel. Scalped is
the right word for it, like Tracy said. Ah yes,  Tracy. He's not frivolous
side-sex, so obviously Ryan couldn't mean him. Not  that I'm mentioning Tracy
and me screwing to anyone. I  wonder if Tracy will now want me to duplicate
on him Ryan's latest version of a  burr haircut? Not likely. Ryan  stands
next to me as I study myself in the mirror trying to convince myself it  was
worth it, and having a hard time doing that after the fact. Ryan's rubbing
my head, "I like the feel of that," and I go, "That's what Robby says. You
dominant types always insist that your submissive bottoms have these
absurdly short haircuts. Why is that?" Ryan goes, "Robby's not dominant, get
real!" and I go, "He is to Danny, and me too in subtle ways. You'd be
surprised." Ryan goes, "Well yeah, I remember Rob trying to be dominant with me  last
year. It was like child's play, but maybe he's better at it now. Lord knows
 I've learned from some really dominant assholes." I'm like, "Huh, does the
 asshole part have anything to do with  a short haircut?" He laughs and
rubs  my head again, "No, it doesn't. Hey, you look good, Dylan." I grab him
and pull  him down on the sofa with me.


We wrestle halfheartedly  for a minute, then he grinningly say. "Two hours
aren't up yet so don't get any  ideas of some sexual activity, my dick's
still sore." I'm like, "Well, are your  lips sore too?" He pushes me back so
I'm laying length-wise on the sofa with my  feet dangling off the other end.
Ryan has a hand on either side of me looking  down at me with his head above
mine, "You really have a thing for me, don'cha?"  I say, "A tiny little
crush maybe. You know what you need to do, I mean now that  we're lovers?" He
asks, "What?" I say, "You need a term of endearment for me.  Something to show
your submissive boyfriend you love him." He goes, "Oooh, it  gives me
chills when you say your my boyfriend, and mean 'boyfriend' and lover."  I go,
"How about a cute term of endearment for me? Robby calls me babe or baby.  I
like that." Ryan's goes, "He took the good ones already," and leans down for
a  wet kiss on the lips, then I pull him on top of me and hug him, saying,
"I love  to hug your tight hot body!" We kiss for awhile, something I never
get tired of  doing, especially with the world's greatest kisser. Plus, I
love love love how  Ryan smells. We kiss and hug until we hear a key in the
door. Sitting up we're  straightening our clothes looking at the door.


Robby and Danny come in  and Robby comes right over to rub my head, "Whoa!
Nice job, Ryan!" Danny's  gawking at me looking like he's in shock. I'm
grinning like a fool, asking, "How  do you like your twin boyfriend's haircut?"
He screams, "Oh no! I'm not getting  a haircut like that." Robby rolls his
eyes at Ryan, like they're just a couple  of doms having trouble with one of
their submissive bottoms. Danny's going on,  "Forget about that haircut. No
fucking way! Dylan says he'll give me the haircut  I want. Didn't ya, Dylan?
I go, "Yep, Danny, I did and I mean it too." He says,  "Why would you let
Ryan cut your hair that short?" I shrug, "He wanted to do it  and I couldn't
say no to him." Robby calmly says, "That's your haircut, Danny. I  want my
twin boyfriends rocking the same haircut." Ryan and I exchanged glances,
when Robby said 'twin boyfriends'. Ryan made a funny face at me and I almost
laughed. He's thinking back to when he and I were Robby's twin boyfriends, as
I  named us. I didn't put my shirt back on after the scalp job and I'm
fiddling  with my nip ring giving myself a stiff nipple that feels good. Ryan
pushes my  hand away, saying. "Get your shirt on, I need a  cigarette after
the masterpiece of a haircut I gave you." Robby says, "Good  idea. I can go
for a cigarette myself." They all go out on the balcony and I go  to my
bedroom to change out of my wet underwear and khakis. As I join every one  on the
balcony I see Danny's still determined not to get the haircut. Robby's
saying, "Yes, you're getting that haircut." I light up a cigarette, asking
Danny, "How baseball practice go today?" He ignores that and says, "You're
fucking me, Dylan, letting Ryan give you that haircut." I go, "What? You don't
like looking like a Marine? Where's your patriotic spirit?" He chuckles,
"Fuck  that. No way I'm I going around with a haircut like that." I tease him,
"Huh,  next time Ryan says he's giving me a Mohawk. Would you like that
better?" He  laughs, "On you maybe." He's cute.


Robby pays no attention  to our bantering, saying, "You should have seen
Danny crushing the ball today at  practice. Four home runs in a row during
batting practice." Now this is a  subject Danny is interested in. They talk
about what happened during practice as  I steal glances at Danny's head of hair
thinking how much fun I'm going to have  duplicating my haircut on his
head. I think it'll look better on him than me.  Robby's apparently forgotten
about the hangover from last night as he says, "We  don't have classes
tomorrow so we should have a little party tonight." Danny  says, "After last night
you want to do it again?" I do believe Robby's alluding  to a boozy four-way
sex-a-thon, or maybe I'm projecting again. Robby says, "Not  throw-up drunk
like certain parties got last night, but a friendly beer party  with some
drinking games." I ask, "Who's gonna provide the beer?" Robby says,  "Text
Harry Black. He's usually going to Salem for low cost cases of beer." I do
that as Danny and Robby argue about Danny's potential haircut. Ryan's standing
 next to me looking at my iPhone as I text Harry. He says, "Why don't you
use your thumbs? It's quicker." I go, "I never tried that and I'm not going
to  now." He mutters, "The way you're doing that with one finger is just
dumb." I  look at him giving him a smirk, quietly saying, "You're cute. Did you
know  that?" He grins, "Only to you, darling." I say, "That's a horrible
term of  endearment for me." He says, "Yeah, it didn't feel right saying it.
I'm using  Robby's, babe." I laugh, "You can't say it right."


Then the whirlwind of my  brother, Chubby, hit's the balcony. "Holy shit,
bro, another new hairdo. You  look so fucking tough with that military
haircut. That's what I want all summer  working for the man." Robby says, "So
you're gonna be on my crew again this  year, Jeff?" Chubby goes, "Absolutely,
Robby, assuming I can't get something  better." Robby laughs, "That's very
reassuring." Chubby goes, "Well, working  with my sexy brother has it's own
reward of course, but if another employer  offers me a deal I can't turn down,
well ya know, money talks." Last summer I  had two jobs, but I envision one
job that pays the equal of the two." Robby  asks, "Well have you been
looking for a summer job? You know everyone who  returns from last summer gets a
raise in hourly wage of a dollar and hour or  forty dollars more a week."
Chubby goes, "Oh, no I haven't been looking for  another job, I was hoping
someone would offer me one out of the blue." I laugh,  "Yeah, that could happen,
Chub." He says, "I spent some time recently mending  some fences with MJ
quite successfully and her dad wants me to work for him  this summer again,
probably because all his agents begged to have be doing their  expense
accounts again, but I haven't exactly said yes yet. We'll see." I tell  him we're
thinking about getting a couple cases of beer and Chubby says, "An  excellent
original concept. Count me in. Who's getting the beer?" My cellphone  beeps
and I go, "Hold that thought. Harry's text says, "Whaddaya need?" so I  sa
y, "Harry Black's supplying the beer and the guys do a mock cheer. Next  year
we get our own beer.


We pool our money and I  text Harry back that we want two cases of Rolling
Rock. Now somebody needs to  drive over and give Harry the money and
probably go with him. I say, Chub and me  will make our dinner so one of you guys
needs to take care of Harry. You  probably should buy him a six pack or
something too." Robby's the only other guy  who knows Harry so him and Danny take
off in Robby's pickup. Cubby, Ryan, and me  talk on the balcony for awhile
smoking and lying and then we go inside to make  our dinner. Chubby says,
"When'd ya learn how to cut hair, Ryan? It looks  professional." Ryan says,
"Hey, thanks, Chubby. Dylan taught me mostly and  practicing on him I got
pretty good. You don't think it's too short?" I say, "I  do," and Chubby says,
"Aw, my brother would look awesome with his head shaved or  hair down to his
shoulders." He squeezes my cheeks from both sides saying,  "He so cute he
looks awesome with any kind of haircut." I pull my head away, as  Chubby tells
Ryan, "I used to give Dylan haircuts. Buzz cuts only though. How  many
years did we do that for each other, bro?" I think for a second, "We  started
when we were ten or eleven and I still give you haircuts, but when I met
Willie he sort of took over my haircut responsibilities somewhere along the
line. I forget exactly when." That gets Chubby and me telling Ryan stories of
Chubby and me growing up together. He listens to how tight Chubby and I were
as  younger kids, we still are tight, but back then it was him and me
period. I  can't help but think of the horrible things Ryan's told me  about his
younger years and it makes me sad. The poor kid.

By the time the guys get  back with the beers it's almost six O;clock and
I've made the rice dish and a  salad. The pot of water's heating on the stove
for the corn on the cob Chubby  and Ryan shucked, so Chubby will grille the
chicken breast and we're ready for  dinner. First everyone grabs a bottle
of beer. Danny and Robby are still arguing  about Danny's haircut when I say,
"Anyway, I can't give him a haircut tonight  with all you guys drinking
beer and gawking at us." Robby says, "We'll put  everything in your toiletry
kit and take it to Ryan's dorm." I go, "And then  Freddie will be gawking at
us." Chubby asks, "Who's  Freddie," and Ryan mutters, "My roommate, but
Tuesday nights he's taking a night  course from seven to nine." Robby goes, "It's
settled then," and they argue what  the haircut will be and finally
compromise on a regular burr haircut without the  military white walls, which is
what clippers on the sides is called. Okay, I  still get to give him the burr
haircut and I know damn well Danny will bulk at  Ryan giving him a haircut
so I'll get to do all Danny's haircuts. I look at  Danny and he shrugs,
mumbling, "Robby wants me to do it and I couldn't say no."  I go, "See?"


There's lots of  joking around as we eat mostly because there's five of us
and the table's only  big enough for four but Chubby insists we all eat
together so it's like we  sitting on each other lap and Chubby keeps eating off
Ryan's plate saying,  "Oops, I thought it was my plate," that's how crowded
it is. Of course Chubby's  doing it on purpose and we're soon all doing it.
Very mature behavior, but  whaddaya gonna do? Fucking college students, ya
know?


When everything has been  eaten and the kitchen cleaned up, Ryan gives me
the key to his apartment telling  me not to steal anything and then grinning
and rubbing my head, asking, "Are you  liking your new haircut yet?" I go,
"Not yet, no." He says, "Keep working on it,  you can convince yourself you
like it. It might take a half a dozen haircuts,  but you'll get there." I
mutter, "Balls," and leave with Danny to give him a  haircut he'll be just as
unhappy about as I am with mine. With me though, I get  the benefit of at
least enjoying it during the haircut. Fuck, this time I  enjoyed it so much I
had a climax in my pants. I take the Jeep and on the ride  to campus, Danny
says, "This sucks! How come Rob insists on us having these  ridiculous
haircuts?" I say, "It's a control thing. You're submissive during  sex," and he
interrupts, "Only with Rob. I've had other boyfriends I had sex  with without
me acting submissive." I go, "Well why are you like that with Rob,  then."
He goes, "Oh, I don't know. I had a crush on him and when we started  messing
around together I didn't want him to lose interest in me so I did what  he
wanted and now I kinda like it. Not the haircut shit though." I say, "You
know Ryan and me are having sex, right? Well my story is kind of like yours
in  that we started off with me being the bottom and one thing led to another
and  now I'm submissive to him. I really like being submissive to him
though and Rob  to a lesser extent."


I park in a fairly good  spot since guys who live on campus tend to drive
off campus when they get the  chance. I got one of their parking spots.
Carrying the toiletry bag walking  towards Ryan's dormitory, I point it out,
saying,"It's that dormitory. Ryan's on  the second floor." Danny asks, "Does
Robby do spanking and stuff to dominate you  when he's fucking you?" I shake my
head, "No, we do lover's sex which is sexy  and sweet both before, during,
and after." He's like, "Yeah, that's what he told  me." We're going up the
steps as Danny's saying, "He said he'd do  lovers sex with me when the time's
right, whatever the fuck that means."  I shrug, mumbling, "I don't know,"
then, "Here we are," and use the key to let  us in. The place is just as
messy as it was last night. No shampoo for Danny  because there's no sink in
here. Also no stool so Danny's head will be below  mine and I'll need to stoop
down a little. Well, nothing's perfect. I tell him,  "Take your shirt off so
hair doesn't get on it." He does that saying, "Remember,  this is suppose
to be like your last haircut, not this fucked up one." I say,  "You trying to
hurt my feelings or what?" He goes, "No, I like you, but Ryan cut  your
hair way too short. And I don't want mine as short on top either. Jesus  Christ
I can't fucking believe I'm doing this." Danny doesn't seem nearly as
submissive as he was with Robby last night. Maybe I won't be able to steal him
from Robby in two days this summer after all.


As I'm getting the  barber equipment out and looking for an electric outlet
to use, I thinking that  Danny's acting pretty much like he did when I
first met him. He's nice but not  some wimp and he's not submissive. Guess
that's for Robby only. He goes, "Robby  told you, right?" I ask, Told me what?"
He goes, "He didn't say anything about  you and me fucking?" I go, "Um, no, I
didn't get that memo. Are you shitting  me?" He says, "No, I thought you
wanted to. At dinner last night and then in the  dorm you were sort of coming
on to me, weren't you." I go, "No more than you  were coming on to me. We
were flirting a little, and why didn't we go to your  dorm room for this
haircut?" He says, "My goofy roommates always there." I've  got things set up so
I say, "Sit in this chair, Danny," so he does, asking, "I'd  like to fuck
you, Dylan, I told you that last night." I go, "I thought you  were kidding
around, fer chissakes." He says, "No, I wanna be tight with you.  We're both
Robby's boyfriends and we'll be doing three-ways where you'll be  fucking me
and me you and Robby will do both of us. I thought we'd break  the ice just
you and me." I'm like, "And Rob knows about this?" He's emphatic,  "Yes,
Dylan, seriously! Lets get to be good friends. We're going to be  working
together all summer and we share the same boyfriend." I ask, "Does that  bother
you?" And he shrugs, "Not really. Mostly because there's nothing I can do
about it, and lets face it, I wouldn't give you up if you were my boyfriend so
I  don't blame Rob for not giving you up. I'm just happy to be on the team
and I'll  thank you again for not complaining that I am." I say, "Okay, ya
sexy thing, but  after your haircut." He goes, "Alright then!"


The the clippers go on  and, oh man, I'm having fun watching Danny's hair
fall away from these bad boy  clippers. I put a quarter inch guard on the
clippers like I did for Travis. It's  still real short but about three times
longer than the hair on the sides and  back of my head, and I guess that makes
all the difference in the world to  Danny. It's not as sexy cutting his
hair as I was hoping for because he won't  stop talking. He tells me all the
things he likes about Robby and much more  about the baseball team than I need
to know, plus he says he's fucking me  bareback like Rob does him which was
the first unprotected sex he's ever had and  now he loves it. He's
versatile according to him and  since Rob won't let Danny fuck him Danny thinks it's
be a good idea for team  spirit if I be his bottom when we get the chance.
He tells me other things that  leads me to believe me being his bottom means
I'm submissive to him and he's  dominant which is sounding more and more
familiar. That's the arrangement  Ryan and me had too. He was submissive to
Robby and dominant to me. Frankly I  find nothing to dislike about Danny's
plans especially since Ryan kinda frowns  on me have frivolous sex which I
interpret to be one night stands. If need be  this summer I've got a built in
fuck buddy in Danny, who by the way is kinda  hot. And like he says we'll be
doing three-ways so lets get to know each other  intimately.


I'm finishing up his  burr haircut and it's turned out maybe a tad shorter
than he was thinking of,  but it'll please Rob which is the whole point of
doing this. I outline around  his ears as he's feeling his hair with the palm
of his hand and bitching, "You  did it too short, Dylan!" I say, "Tell it
to Rob, not me. I was following  orders." He searches around the room for a
mirror, and when he can't find one he  asks me where the lavatory is and he
heads for that while I try cleaning up the  cut hairs without a hell of a lot
of luck. They need a vacuum cleaner in here  anyway. Danny comes back
looking pissed off, "It sucks! This haircut sucks!" I  say, "Define sucks," and
he says, "I don't mean your haircutting, that looks  good. I mean the burr
haircut style or lack of style is more like it." I say,  "Join the club. Do
you think I'm in love with my haircut? We do this because our  boyfriend asked
us to." I'm referring to Ryan, but of course he thinks I mean  Rob. He
relaxes a little and rubs my head, "At least we're in this together.  That
helps." And now we're looking at each other, not sure how to proceed, then  Danny
gets an idea. "I need you to suck my cock since we're not kissing
boyfriends yet." I go, "We kissed last night," and he goes, "I'll let you kiss  me
after I fuck you," and just like that he took the dominant role. Sometimes I
wish I could resist being submissive but not this time. Danny's an
interesting  kid and he's sexy looking and brash, but nice with his brashness to me.
He  unzips and pulls out his cock, saying, "Drop your pants," and I do as
he  murmurs, "Good. We're gonna be a hot duo, but don't be talking about
this. Robby  told me to go ahead and fuck you, if you were okay with it, but he
don't want to  hear about it." That sounds familiar. I say, "And don't you
blab about it  either. Ryan will be pissed off if he finds out." He nods his
head, Mumbling,  "Word of honor. It's between you and me and I'm fucking
excited about this.  We're gonna be good sex buddies. That is, if you can
handle my cock. Some guys  can't."


His big cock is out  through his fly and of course I saw it last night. It
is a big one though, maybe  a half inch shorter than Ryan's. They're very
close in length and circumference.  My pants are down as we stand here. He
says, "Well, aren't ya gonna get on your  knees. That's the only way I let
someone suck my cock." His attitude is  tightening up the more he sees I'll go
along with his orders. It's cool seeing  it develop. I drop to my knees and
take his big dick in my fingers licking as  close to the root as I can get.
Up against the zipper basically, but there still  three quarter of an inch of
the shaft inside his pants. After licking it all  over the head it goes in
my mouth and I suck it and lap it and that  big piece of meat starts getting
hard, than harder and hardest in one minute.  Danny's calm about it only
gasping a couple of times and moving his feet in  place. Taking it in my
throat once was enough to tell me not to do that  again. I don't need a
tonsillectomy. So I guess Danny's is fatter when it's  boned-up than Ryan's because I
can deep throat him. Huh! That's interesting. He  backs up pulling his cock
from my mouth, saying, "Wow, that some good cock  sucking right there.
Damn, you got a magic mouth and tongue on you. Whoa, I'll  be having you suck my
cock every chance we get. Shit, that was hot." As he's  saying that he's
going through either Ryan's or Travis' toiletry bags. I ask,  "What the fuck
ya looking for?" He says, "Something to use for lube. I want you  to enjoy
this and lube helps get my big boy up your butt hole."


He comes up with some  kind of hand lotion. It's a brand I never heard of
so I'm guessing it's  Freddy's. As he spreads the lotion on his boner he
says, "Get on your hands and  knees. That's the only way I fuck with my fuck boy
in the doggie position." He's  feeling the dominance now. Hot shit. When
he's behind me he spreads lotion on my  asshole and then a slippery finger
goes in my ass moving around in there  spreading lubricant as he tells me,"I
had this one fuck boy in tenth grade that  I'd finger fuck first, milking his
nuts, ya know? If I didn't milk him first  he'd have a premature ejaculation
which ruined it for me. I'd do this on his  prostate," as he rubs around
mine until I'm squirming on all four sating,  "That's enough, Danny, I'm gonna
cum." He goes, "Yeah, you are, I'm milking you  first too. I don't know how
fast you climax so I'm not taking any chances. I  need fifteen minutes at
least." I try walking away on my hands and knees, but he  sits on my back
facing my ass and his finger goes right back in and rubs my  prostate again as
he says, "I'll do this the first three or four times I fuck  you so you get
used to it in case you're an early ejaculator." Which I am pretty  much. I
say, "You're assuming a lot here, Danny. Get the fuck off my back." He's
like, "Just a second, please, Dylan. I want you to enjoy a nice long ride."
It's  on me now as I sway start my moans, "Ooh, oooh, mmm, Danny, dammit," he
says, "We're almost there," and he continues that constant smooth  rubbing
with the pad of his finger in the slippery lotion. I go, "Aaaah,ahhh,"  and
three squirts of cum shoot out lazily plopping on the floor under  me.


He get's off my  back, "Okay, thanks for going along with that, Dylan.
You're a good sport," and  his cock is immediately at my hole. He goes, "Umpth,"
and the head's in  almost splitting my anus. "Tell me if I'm hurting you,
Dylan. I'll go in slow  until your ass loosens up some. Nice bubble butt ass
by the way. Do you shave  your ass? There's no butt hairs." He's very
talkative, first through his  haircut and now during his milking my balls and
fucking me. It's funny, but I  find him interestingly original and it's kinda
fun watching him do his thing.  He's pushing his cock in slowly and it still
is sore in my rectum. but not  enough to scream about. I've been fucked
enough to know what to expect. With big  cocks like Ryan's and Danny's there some
hurt inside, but it fades fairly  quickly, in my ass anyway. He says, "Wow,
you're doing great, Dylan, and you  asshole feels real good on my cock.
Dude, I hope you'll go along with me and  make this a regular thing." I'm not
answering him hoping he gets the tint to  shut the fuck up.


When he's got me fully  impaled and leans against me leaving his cock
inside me, I count backwards from  one hundred and the pain fades away in the
forties. I let out a sigh, and  Danny's like, 'Feels damn good, doesn't it. I
had this fuck boy in my senior  year, he was a catcher on our team and a
catcher during sex too, if you know  what I mean. Anyway, he was on the heavy
side bordering on being fat actually.  His puffy ass was awesome to fuck and
he blew me good too." I guess Danny was  probably the heart throb of his
class being so cute and on the baseball team and  all. I'd like to ask him if he
went out with girls too, but I'll wait and ask  him later. He says, "Okay
fuck boy, here we go," and he pulls his boner back and  pushes it back in at
medium speed and maintains this steady fucking at medium  speed for a long
time. Since I just climaxed In don't get aroused immediately  but after five
of six minutes the sensations are building and I start sucking my  lips and
breathing a little noisily. Danny's been making an' Umm," sound every
single time he drives that monster cock up my ass. I says, "A little faster,
Danny," and he goes, "I was hoping you'd ask me to do that. I didn't want to
hurt you." I'm feeling itchy and starting to get that awesome squirmy feeling
 although no trace of a submissive sense coming on. Feels real good though.
Lot  to be said for big cocks.


Danny goes from medium  speed to fast like stepping on the gas pedal. Wow,
"Slap slap slap slap," for  five more minutes and I'm moving all around with
Danny holding onto my hips  keeping me within range for fucking. He's
grunting now and saying things like,  "Fuck this feels good, awesome pussy, along
with moans now galore. I'm his fuck  boy with a pussy for an ass. Haven't
heard the pussy remark for quite awhile. I  kinda like it when I'm getting
fucked. Call my ass a pussy if you want, but ya  better fuck good too. And
Danny's fucking good. I'd probably have cum five  minutes ago if he hadn't
milked my nuts dry. A climax is building now  though and it feels really good as
I squirm on my hands and knees as much as I  can with Danny's hands holding
me pretty much in place. His huge boner is a big  fat piston ramming up my
ass fat and tight. My prostate gotta be wondering what  the fucks going on
and my anus lips are sorta numb by now, but it's a really  good fuck and
certainly one I'll remember. There's all kinds of stuff going on  in my rectum
that's become like one  constant sensation of sexual pleasure and my head's
back as I grimace needing to  cum. My moaning seems to be arousing Danny as
he's fucking faster and harder now  and then I squeal and try humping my hips
as three tiny spurts of cum shoot out  sending my cock into a frenzy. It
felt like a big climax and my groin muscles  tighten for another cum blast
which amounts to some watery substance drooling  out and then a big blast of
wetness in my ass  and then another as Danny breathes loudly, does two more
thrust up my ass and  he's done, and he pulls his cock out. Just like that.


My asshole is gaping  open with cum running out of it. Danny's still
breathing loudly, then he says,  "Big orgasm, dude. That was good." It was a
strange fuck, but I enjoyed it  except now, for one of the rare times after being
fucked up the ass,  I've gotta get to a toilet or I'm going to embarrass
myself big time. I try  for cool, saying, "Good fuck, Danny. I'm going to
clean up a little." He drops  down in the chair he was in for his haircut. He
goes, "I'm pooped," and I think,  'Good choice of a word'. Standing up, then
getting my handkerchief from the back  pocket of my pants to put in my jockey
shorts hoping it absorbs the  cum and it doesn't leak through my fucking
khakis. My ass is a little sore as I  walk down the corridor to the lavatory.
Inside one of the stalls is occupied and  two guys are pissing at the
urinals. Nobody says anything to anybody. I go in  the furthest stall and close
the door. Sitting on the toilet Danny's cum is  drooling out pinging in the
water and then a doody comes out. Danny fucked a  doody out of me. I'm wiped
and out of the stall in two minutes feeling better.  After washing my hands I
almost skip back to the dorm room. Today started shitty  but I've been
getting fucked almost hourly. I'm catching up fast after starting  my sex life
late. I'm not sure I'm all that crazy about the balls-milking part  of
Danny's fucking method, but it doesn't suck either. It was kinda hot. Yeah,  Danny
and me are gonna get along fine. Just before going in the room I realize
something new. It's this: I hope nobody else wants to fuck me  tonight.




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




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