Date: Mon, 1 Sep 2014 00:47:07 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter   100

DYLAN'S  SUMMER VACATION TWO


Chapter  100


by  Donny Mumford




What a miserable way to end my summer vacation with the so-called  common
cold. That damn Ray probably gave me his cold although I'd hate to  think he
did it on purpose. He said he was sneezing because of allergies and I  chose
to believe him. It's like this... Ray didn't have a sore throat and I  have
one, so why wouldn't he have a sore throat if it's his cold I caught?
Maybe I caught the cold from someone else, but to hell with it now because  what
difference does it really make? The only good part about catching this
cold is I'm loving the attention and care everyone's been showing me. It
really makes me feel good in that regard. It's awesome to be loved and I don't
care how corny that sounds because it's true. I read somewhere that each year
 in America there are one billion cases of the common cold so obviously
there  are many people catching a cold more then once a year. I'm one of the
one  billion now I guess, which doesn't make me all that unique in that
regard. On  the other hand, I'll betcha none of the other one billion cases has a
better  support system than I'm experiencing. Not too many people have a
mom, brother,  and boyfriend as wonderful as mine. That part makes me feel
unique and very  fortunate. This is the second day of my ordeal and Chubby has
already gotten  me juice, tea, and Tylenol this morning, then mom fixed me a
chicken soup  lunch, and Robby's coming to see me after work. The guys at
work text me funny  stuff and say they miss me, and while that's nice I'm
bored beyond words. It's  hard to believe it's only Wednesday because yesterday
and today dragged by  minute by minute until it seems like a week of boredom
rather then a day and a  half. Oh man, I hope Robby lets me go to work tomor
row. Just laying here in  bed as the hours are slowly dragging by is
agonizing.


With nothing else to do I spend some time trying to determining if I  feel
better or not, but it's hard to tell. I don't know if my sore throat is
less sore than it was yesterday or the same. It's still sore, I know that
much. Chubby took my temperature this morning and it was almost normal so
that's encouraging. I'm also trying to decide if I need to reschedule Manny's
and Bean's haircuts again. Also I need to either break off my date with Sonny
tomorrow night, or maybe go on one more date with him before leaving for
college? I really want to have one last taste of that little hot shit's
dominance. God, he gets me hot. The only trouble is I'm suppose to be turning
down side sex and so far I haven't been able to do any of that. Of course,
when considering my weakened condition it's understandable I haven't been
successful yet. I mean, it's a challenge turning down side-sex when I'm
healthy, never mind when I'm sick. Woe is me. Ya know what, I'll probably see
Sonny one more time and then make a fresh start turning down side-sex at
college. Yeah, that's a logical conclusion that makes the most sense and I'm
sure any clear-headed individual would agree.


Robby told me he missed a business  meeting last night while taking care of
me and I know that was a sacrifice for  him because he never misses a
meeting. There's a meeting  tonight too and for his sake I want him to go. I'd
love to see him, but I feel  guilty that he's missing his dad's meetings. Ya
gotta wonder what all those  meetings are about anyway? Hmmm, I'm also
extremely horny on top of everything  else. My last sex, not counting Robby
jerking me off last night after my bath,  was way back to Monday morning. Seth was
awesome then, and thinking about him  fucking me gets me pulling on my dick
a little. Yeah, I'm horny alright.  Tomorrow morning it'll be three days
without getting laid. That can't be  healthy. My dick could start atrophying
or something. Robby said he'd be over  after work, but I'm not expecting him
to relieve my horniness. I'd love it if  he did, but he wouldn't have sex
with me yesterday and I'm assuming he won't  tonight either. I guess he's
worried about catching my cold. Plus, like I  mentioned, I want him to go to
that meeting because I know he wants to be  there. He's extremely responsible.
Maybe Seth can come over. No, he said  Monday night was his only free night
this week. Jesus, the stuff I need to  deal with. Sonny's suppose to be
coming over tomorrow night and now I'm  definitely leaning towards going on that
date with him. Running my fingers  through my hair it's obvious I don't
have enough hair for him to give me a  haircut like he wants to. He'll just
have to skip that part. I need a real  dominant sex night before college and
Sonny's the one who can pull that off.  Hope I'm feeling better by tomorrow
night, that's a concern. Wait a minute...  I'll let Bean's come over for his
rescheduled haircut tonight. He'll probably  want a blow job like last time
and that'll carry me over until my date with  Sonny. Oh yeah, and Bean said
something about sticking it up my rear end too,  and with a condom no less.
Hmmm, I believe that's what he texted me anyway.  Let me check. I scroll back
on my iPhone and reread his text. Yeah, I was  right. Well I guess that's
the most I can hope for because Manny's sure as  shit isn't going to fuck me.


Checking my wristwatch I see that Robby should  still be on his lunch break
so I text him. In the text I lie that I'm feeling  much better and say I
think he should go to his meeting,  Chubby can get me dinner. Robby texts me
right back saying his meeting isn't  until seven o'clock so he can still
check-up on how I'm doing right after  work, and also get my dinner. Ah, that's
sweet! I'd like to see him, of  course. Maybe he'll be as horny as me.
Unable to sleep anymore, I lay here in  bed thinking about sexy stuff, but I'm
desperate for something constructive to  do that will help pass the time.
Finally I decide to text Ryan and see what he  has to say for himself. My text:
'Hey,  Ryan, what's up? Will you be at Merrimack this weekend? I think Robby
and I  are going up there on Sunday to check out our apartment. I look
forward to  seeing you. Dylan'  I'm thinking, being honest with myself, I  still
have a little bit of the hot's for him so maybe he has some heat left  for
me too. Staring at my cell phone, willing Ryan to text me back, but
nothing. Still bored, I text Cory, 'Hi  Cory! I'll be back at college next week.
Looking forward to seeing you. Hope  all is well. Dylan'  He doesn't text back
either. Texting isn't  working out too good for me so I try giving Willie a
cell phone call. He  answers on the second ring, saying, "Dylan, missing
me, are you?" I say,  "Sure, Willie, how's it going at Cornell?" He goes,
"Good, I'm totally  registered and just need to get two more books and then I
think I'm ready to  go. My roommate, Teddy, is awesome! I've got a crush on
him already." Teddy  bear, huh? Fuck, hearing Willie say that makes me a
little jealous. I go, "Um,  did you forget about me already?" Willie goes, "Of
course not, but ya got a  little competition now. Ted is hot! You might need
to concern yourself about  him. My first weekend at home won't be until the
first weekend in October and  I'm expecting you to spend that whole weekend
with me at my house. You'll get  all my attention then, baby, all nine inches
of it. My goal that weekend is to  have you walking bowlegged with your ass
sticking out like last time. How's  that sound?" Damn, my dick's getting
hard. I go, "Oh, um, it's sounds sexy to  be honest with you." He says, "Well,
promise me you'll spend the whole weekend  with me and I promise you I'll
be home that weekend for you. Do you promise?"  My pecker is now a throbbing
wooden dowel. I gulp, and say, "Um, I'm not sure  if I'll have off that
weekend." He says, "Yeah? I think you'll arrange it so  you do. We hit it off
and reconnected last week and you were into me quite a  bit. Be honest, no one
fuck's you as good as me. I don't expect you to admit  that to me, but you
know in your heart it's true. You calling me like this  doesn't surprise me
is what I'm saying. You called me last time too, but I'm  not gloating, I'm
really not. I've changed and you like the changes so we'll  be together that
weekend and I'll fuck you until you've had enough sex for  once. Okay?"


I never cease to be amazed at how much confidence Willie has,  especially
coming back from the condition I found him in on the boardwalk a  month ago.
Great recuperative powers in that kid and he showed that ability in  Key
West too. And he's right, he has changed.  In a good way and without  losing
all his arrogance and still maintaining a hot form of dominance. I like  to
think I helped him see the light in both cases. He says, "Tell me you'll be
with me that weekend. I need to know now, Dylan, so I can set us up for a
good  couple of days." Groping myself, I mutter, "Okay, I promise." He says,
"That's  my boy. You won't be disappointed, baby." Then he tells me more about
his  roommate and how Ted fucked him the very first night in their dorm
room. "He's  a dominant bastard, let me tell ya. It took him only a half hour
to have me  eating out of his hand, literally. He'd put an M & M in his hand
and have  me, on my hands and knees, lick it off and eat it, and I don't
even like M  & Ms. I ate a whole bag like that. Will you do that for me? Eat M
& Ms  off my hand?" I'm massaging my cock yearning for a little dominant
sex. I  mutter, "If you want me to, Willie. You know I think you're hot." He
says,  "Yeah, I know you do. I'll do stuff with you that Ted makes me do. For
example, I rimmed him for forty-five minutes straight this morning and I
had two orgasms while doing it too. You'll be doing that for me and then
you'll see for yourself. It's ultimate submission and right up your alley." I
go, "I don't know," and he says, "Sure you do. I gotta go, Dylan. Call be
any  time, babe. I'm always gonna be here for you, you know that. Bye, for
now.  Love ya!" I end the call wondering, 'What the fuck is wrong with me?' He
got  me a little hot and bothered, that's all. Eat M & Ms out of his hand?
What  the fuck? I probably won't even see him when he's home, promise or no
promise.  I mean, I'll call him and explain why I can't make it, not just
break a  promise without an explanation. That'd be rude.

When Cory texts back, 'Can't wait to see you, Dylan. My hair's grown back
after that haircut you gave me on your way back from New York City so I need
a  haircut and maybe we can do the other thing too. I've been kinda
thinking  about it.' After reading his text I call him and go, "Oh sure,  Cory, I'd
like to give you a haircut and, um, the other thing. Don't forget  the
party at Rob's house the Saturday after next too. Do you need a ride?" He  says,
"I can probably get my mom's car for the night. She's going out with a  guy
who always drives." I'm like, "Well, I'll be living around the corner from
you, so to speak, so I can give you a ride if you need one." I'm actually
thinking that getting fucked in a car by shy Cory would be so friggin' hot.
Robby will be at his house helping prepare for the party so, ya know. Hmm,
yeah, but Chubby will need a ride too. Oh fuck, details! I say, "Talk to
you  next week, Cory. I'll call you when I'm settled in." He doesn't want to
end  the call so he talks about working at Stop & Shop and then I tell him
I've  already gotten confirmation through the mail that I've been hired for
part  time work starting in October. Cory filled out my application for me, I
didn't  need to do anything. Finally we do say goodbye and it seems like he
definitely  wants to fuck me again. That's the only thing I can think he
meant when he  texted, 'a haircut and the other stuff too.' Huh! Oops, here
come another text  signal. Bean's texting me asking how I'm doing with my cold
and I text back  telling him I'm fine as far as giving him a haircut
tonight. Also I tell him  he should come over at six-thirty, but no earlier. Last
text from him reads,  'And I'm going to stick my weenie up your rear end
too, so don't fret. I keep my promises'. Hmmm, somehow I don't  think this is
what Robby had in mind when he asked me to start working on  cutting down
side-sex. I'm like soliciting for it more than cutting it out. I  don't mean
too, but ya know I'm bored and horny. Damn! I drink one of the  Snapple drinks
Robby brought over last night and then check my email and surf  the net for
awhile until I feel tired. Back in bed I'm wondering how I can get  Robby
to screw me when he comes over tonight, I'd really like that and I'm  pretty
sure that's the boost I need to get over this nasty  cold.


Then Ryan finally texts me back. It's short and not so sweet, 'Dylan, I'm
sorry but I've lost interest in being a  dominant sex partner for you. I've
been submissive all summer to a really hot  guy and I wanna continue that
with Rob. I got a boner just typing Rob's name.  Ryan.'  Well fuck you, Ryan! I
don't text back to that bullshit  and I don't text him about anything else
either. Yeah, but him turning down my  olive branch cold like that, well,
that has me desiring him more. He was so  hot, we were so hot together. How
can he just turn that off and forget about  it? He's going to be sucking up to
Robby like crazy, but I'll bet he can't  resist the temptation of getting
dominant with me again. No one can just turn  it on and off like snapping
your fingers. That little four-eyed nerd has a  surprise in store for him. I'll
suck up to him a little and he'll melt like  soft serve ice cream on the
beach in Wildwood. That cute little guy with the  big cock can let all his
experience from him being submissive to some dominant  dink loose on me... it
gets me squirming in my bed just thinking about it. Oh  fuck, if he wants to
go back to using the ping pong paddle on my ass again  I'll go along with
him on that. It'll be worth it just for the sexy way he  makes-up to me
afterwards. Jesus, I regress way back to age ten or something  when he spanks me
hard and then cuddles with me, me sitting on his little lap  as Ryan's wiping
my tears and getting me to blow my nose in his handkerchief.  That's a
dreamy submissive state like I don't think anyone but Ryan can create  in me.
Maybe he's doing this rejection on purpose to make me humble myself to  him.
It'd be in character with him being the dominant sex partner to my
submissive one. Wonder if I should text him that I understand what he's doing?  Nah,
I'll act it out with him in person instead. That'll be more effective.  God,
that sounds sexy as hell! Another little thought occurs to me: I may  not
be turning guys down for side-sex, but they're turning me down. Wait  a
minute... I wonder if guys turning me down counts? John and Billy from New  York
didn't even take the time to text me and now Ryan says he isn't  interested,
so that should count for something during Robby's Friday meetings.  Yeah it
should, but somehow I don't think that's actually caught the spirit of
what Robby intends for me to work on. Well, that's what I'll be working on in
the near future so, ya know, it's all good.

The interminable afternoon is finally over with nothing actually being
resolved. Chubby comes in first and kisses my forehead while hugging me. I
lean into him looking for more hugs, but he's a whirlwind of activity as
usual. He has to wash work clothes, get stuff for his lunch tomorrow, take his
mom's cell phone to her at the restaurant. She forgot it this afternoon,
leaving it charging on the kitchen table. After doing all that Chubby needs to
grab something for dinner and then close out his work for the summer with
MJ's  father. He asks, "What can I get you, Dylan?" I say, "You could stay
and talk  to me awhile, Chubby. I'm lonely." He says, "I can't, bro, two more
days of my  part time work and then you and me have a lot of stuff to do
getting ready for  our college apartment and our sophomore year. I'm feeling
frazzled to be  honest, and kinda on edge." I mutter, "Yeah, I understand.
Okay, I'm pretty  sure I'll be at work tomorrow so we can make some plans at
lunch." He hugs me,  mumbling, "Thanks for understanding, Dylan. I love ya,
bro, but I gotta run."  He's off, and then a little while later I'm checking
my watch seeing it's  quarter to six already. Where's Robby? I feel sweaty
and hungry. Hey, maybe  that's a good sign, the hungry part. Robby finally
comes in all smiles,  holding up cheese steaks. "I stopped for cheese steaks
and the coffee ice  cream you like, Dylan. How are you feeling?" I say, "Oh,
much better!"  although that's more a projection of how I expect I'll feel
tomorrow. He says,  "I wish I could insist you stay in bed again tomorrow, but
we could use you at  work, so if you feel you can handle it and you're not
still infectious, come  to work Thursday and just do as much as you can." He
sits on the edge of the  mattress hugging me and kissing my head. I ask,
"When do you think we can kiss  on the lips, Robby, I miss that." He says,
"I'll Google that because I don't  know. Maybe it'll say how long a person stay
contagious with a cold. It's  something I need to find out."


Sitting at my computer now, looking back at me, Robby mutters, "Don't  take
this the wrong way, Dylan, it doesn't bother me, but just FYI you have a
little body odor going for you. Sweating and laying under the covers all day
and night, ya know. I should have put some underarm deodorant on you
yesterday  after your bath." I stare at him with my mouth hanging open, then go,
"What?  That's so embarrassing!" He says, "Sorry, nothing about you bothers
me, but if  someone else drops by, you know?" Oh my God, me and Ray, we can
have a BO  contest. Robby punches up Google on my computer, saying, "Eat your
cheese  stake, Dylan! There's a cherry/Coke in that big plastic cup too.
After you eat  I'll give you another bath, a quick one this time." This is too
much, the shit  that happens to me I wouldn't wish on a dog. I wonder why I
didn't notice my  BO? Robby's reading on the computer, then says, "It
varies, normally a person  with a cold is contagious between the second and forth
day, so whichever cold  virus you have is apparently still transferable.
You're the most contagious  right now, although it can change from individual
to individual. It says  sometimes symptoms don't show up until the fifth
day." He turns to look at me  biting on his bottom lip. Then he shrugs, "I'm
sorry, Dylan, but your summer  career is over at this point. I can't take a
chance other guys will catch your  cold so no more work for you. I'll get one
or two of the temporary back-ups in  to work tomorrow and Friday. You stay
in bed, okay?" I'm staring at him with a  frown on my face, so he adds,
"Dammit, you know I miss you on the job, but  it's not fair to the other guys to
expose them to your cold. I'm sorry but  that's my final decision." He takes
out his cell phone and scrolls down his  contact list as I'm fuming. That
Goddamn Ray! I know it was him that gave me  this cold, I mean Sonny says
Ray's sick in bed, so case closed! Ray sticking  his tongue in my mouth, he
gave it to me alright. Maybe he didn't know he had  the cold for real, but that
doesn't change the fact I caught it. Now I can't  go to work and I'll miss
a week's pay, plus boring myself to death here in  bed. I'm not going to
argue with Robby about it though because he's head of  the household, even
though we don't actually have a household.  Fuck!.


As I eat my sub I hear Robby rounding up not two, but three part-time
summer guys. These are guys that they used during each crew's vacation week.
Resigned to my fate, I'm chowing down on my cheese steak, blowing my nose
every now and then, and slurping down the fountain soda... cherry/Coke, yum!
I'm also kinda proud Robby feels he needs three of those guys to replace me.
After eating, my throat doesn't seem as sore, but I'm getting more mucus
then  ever, so that's gross. Robby's done with the phone so he sits in my desk
chair  unwrapping his cheese steak, saying, "I hired three older guys
because in the  weeks to come they'll be replacing some of us guys who are going
off to  college. Did you like the sub?" I nod my head, "Yeah, it's
delicious, thank  you, Robby. You're the best fiancé ever!" He says, "Thanks, and
also thanks  for not bitching about not being able to come to work this week. I
like seeing  that you accepted my decision without arguing. Actually I love
that! We're  doing good... you're doing good. And I guess I won't need to
have a meeting  with you about turning down side sex this week since you're
in bed sick with a  cold and all." I say, "No, of course not, but why do I
need to stay in bed the  whole time?" He swallows a mouthful of his sub,
shrugs, "It says bed rest is  advised, but not five days for a cold I wouldn't
think. Just don't get overly  tired, use your head and get enough sleep so
you'll be in good shape for the  weekend." I nod my head as I finish my sub and
then burp. We both chuckle at  the burp. I wonder how old we'll be when
burps and farts aren't funny  anymore?


Robby comes over and kisses my forehead, mumbling, "I'm proud of you,
Dylan. I'm gonna run the bath water now, I don't have a lot of time before the
meeting at seven." Everyone is in a rush, but me. I'm rubbing the greasy
spot  on my forehead where Robby's lips kissed me, then smell the back of my
hand.  It's hard smelling through all the glop in my nasal passages. Damn, it
hits me  that I won't see Seth and the other guys this week, and there's a
nice end of  summer barbecue Friday after work that I'll miss too. Damn that
Ray." As the  bath water's running Robby's all business going through my
bureau drawer and  coming up with my last pair of clean pajamas, saying, "Come
in the bathroom  now, Dylan." I get out of bed and walk into the bathroom
without any dizziness  this time. Robby mutters, "Just stand there a second."
He test the water, then  turns it off. Looking at me he feels my forehead,
then puts a thermometer  under my tongue and takes my PJ's off. Grinning, he
fondles my cock and balls,  then nodding at my cock, he says, "I'll do that
for you again tomorrow maybe,  gotta hurry tonight." His hand on my cock got
it a little firm and it's  leaning off to the side. Robby puts toothpaste
on my toothbrush, pulls me over  to the sink with a hold on my forearm, and
reads the thermometer. "Good," he  mutters and then brushes my teeth as I
stand bending over the sink naked. As  he brushes he chuckles massaging my ass,
then gives it a hard, "Slap!". "Good  boy, Dylan, rinse out and get in the
tub. We'll do this quick, okay?" He  chuckles again with another, "Slap!" on
my ass. "Use mouthwash first," and  another, "Slap!" with Robby saying, "I
know you like me being a little  dominant with you, so a little spanking
should do it." It seems like everybody  knows I like them to be dominant during
sexy times, and I didn't mean  everybody per se! Oh, forget it. My cock is
a semi-boner so the sexy guys have  it right, I do like a little, um,
handling by guys I have sex with. It's  encouraging that when it's just Robby and
me some day he'll be able to supply  that touch of dominance.


Robby's grinning and looking at my semi-boner, then he mumbles, "You're
really something, Dylan. I'm so lucky you're mine," and he takes hold of my
cock and leads me over to the tub chuckling again, "Get in now, baby," and
another, "Slap!" that this time it makes me mutter, "Ow!" as I get in the
bathtub as fast as I can. The water stings my already stinging ass, but Robby
knows what he's doing by now and I'm in a submissive frame of mind enjoying
 the dreaminess of being handled. He has no trouble bobbing my head under
water  for the shampoo and moving my limbs where he wants them while washing
docile  me. I'm sinking further into submission as he confidently and
roughly baths  me. No talking, which only adds to the sexy atmosphere. Oh, it's
almost like  having sex and my cock maintains it semi-boner status right up to
the point  I'm standing and Robby's washing my ass and privates. A "Slap!"
on my wet butt  cheek as Robby says, "All done but rinsing, so stay
standing." He pulls the  stopper of the tub and uses the hose with the shower head
to rinse me off. He  takes my hand then, muttering, "Step out now, Dylan." I
do and he dries me  with a clean fluffy towel and now my scalp and skin
tingle nicely. When dry I  hug Robby, murmuring, "I love you so much, Robby." He
hugs back, "I know you  do, Dylan, and you know how desperately I love you
too, but I gotta run now."  Lifting each arm he rubs deodorant on my
armpits, then says, "Come on, let's  get you into your clean PJ's." He more or less
does that for me and then takes  my hand and walks me back to the bed. I
get in and he pulls the covers up to  my chin smiling at me. "I love taking
care of you and I'm going to do that all  your life. You'll see." A long kiss
on my forehead and, "I'll text you later,  or call you if it's not too
late." I thank him and he's off. Wow, that was  fun. Almost like sex, but not
sex. It just basically got me hornier. I'm not  expecting much of a thrill from
Bean, but maybe it'll be better than a jerk  off which is all I've had for
basically three days now.


Laying in bed I'm thinking about the sweet nursing treatment from Robby
and loving his competent confident manner with everything. This bodes well for
 the long haul, but in the short haul I still have a way to go with the
side  sex issues. Like I decided earlier, my weakened condition and horniness
makes  it stupid for me to try doing anything about reducing side-sex until
next week  at college, at the earliest. Ryan doesn't count as side-sex in
that regard  because he's my twin boyfriend of Robby's. It's important to be
realistic, and  beginning to cut down on my side-sex at college seems a
realistic goal.  College doesn't actually begin officially until next Tuesday so,
ya know,  that's when I'll make a concerted effort about using some
restraint with  side-sex. Maybe not even start the first week though, ya know
because I'll be  getting acclimated to college life again. Good, it feels good to
have that  settled in my mind. I'll begin the second week at college. A very
mature  decision even if I do say so myself. Then I hear the doorbell and,
oh shit  that's right, it's either Manny or Bean. I go out in my pajamas and
answer the  door. It's pretty Manny. Funny, I never considered him pretty
when I first met  him, but I've realized his attractiveness as the summer
progressed. He has  pretty skin, but then I've always thought light tan skin my
favorite  complexion for guys, next to Robby's. My brother has light tan
skin so maybe  that influenced my thinking. Manny has a beautiful smile too
with ridiculously  white teeth. His teeth are kinda small and that gives him a
very youthful  appearance. I initiate the posse greeting. Manny
participates in it,  muttering, "Don't give me your flu, Dylan." I go, "No worries,
Manny. How are  you?" He says, "Kinda excited about my senior year at high
school actually." I  say, "Yeah, I remember being excited too. Go on downstairs
and I'll put some  clothes on."




After putting on a t-shirt and shorts, I step into sandals and go
downstairs. Manny's playing with the clippers. He has them turned on and he's
holding them up, grinning, and saying, "I'd like to give you a haircut if you
ever let your hair grow out." I go, "Yeah, it seems everyone wants to do that,
 Manny. Come on in the little bathroom and I'll shampoo your hair." He
turns  off the clippers, "Oh good, you're still doing that. I didn't like it at
first, but now I do." I ask, "Why's that?" and he says, "I was being a
prude I  guess... a guy shampooing my hair seemed odd, but what the fuck, it
feels good  having my hair shampooed and I totally trust you now." He sits in
the chair,  as I go, "What? You mean you didn't trust me before?" He says,
"You're a  sexual individual, Dylan, like no one I've met before actually.
It's  understandable that anyone with even a little curiosity could succumb to
your  charm and good looks, and well, your sexiness too. You're a very sexy
boy...  ha ha. Maybe I was worried I might be one of those succumbing, heh
heh, so  it's not that I didn't trust you as much as I wondered if I could
trust  myself. Actually I think I'm experiencing a touch of tripsolagnia, in
any case  no offense to you intended at all." I mutter, "Um, no offense
taken, Manny,  but... um, what's that trips-whatever you mentioned?" He goes,
"You know, I  get a tad sexually aroused when you shampoo my hair." Never heard
that one  before. I turn on the water, then tip his chair back against the
sink, adding,  "I guess I'll take everything you've said as a compliment,
sort of." If Manny  knew how horny I am, hee hee, maybe he should worry, but
no, I'd never try  seducing anyone... that's not in me. Although as I said, I
might make an  exception to that and tempt Ryan a little because of our
history together.  It'd also be awesome sometime to be able to truthfully tell
Robby I turned  down side sex with Ryan. I shampoo Manny's hair and then
hear the front door  open. I hope it's Bean and not a chainsaw mass murderer.

Bean comes thundering down the steps and comes right in the little half
bath to squeeze the back of my neck, asking, "Where's my posse greeting?"
Manny says, "Assume I did it with you, okay? Anyway, the posse is over, Bean."
I turn around and hold up my soapy hands. Bean says, "Never mind," and then
he  sits on the toilet, adding, "You told us to just come in the front
door,  Dylan, so I hope you don't mind." I go, "Not at all, Bean, mi casa, su
casa."  He mutters, "What the fuck?" He's staring at Manny, then asks, "What
the fuck  nationality are you anyway, Manny? Tina says you're American."
Manny rolls his  eyes at me, and says to Bean, "Yes, I'm an American with
parents from Spanish  speaking countries. Hispanics and Latino Americans are an
ethnolinquistic  group of citizens of the United States. I was born here to my
mother who's  Dominican and my farther who is a naturalized citizen from
Puerto Rico. Naming  ethnicity is perceived differently over the years so it's
hard to say what  everyone would consider me. I'm American with Hispanic
parents. Hispanic  American, if you like. How about you?" Bean's frowning,
"Huh? What was all  that? Oh, I'm pure American as far as I know." Manny says,
"Well,  miscegenation has been taking place since ancient history creating
mixed races  through sex. So no one is probably pure anything." Bean's like,
"Whaddaya mean  miscege-whayever you said?" Manny goes, "Oh, the etymology
of the word is tied  up with political conflict during America's civil war
and kind of not important for purposes of this  discourse." Bean asks, "Is
discourse anything like intercourse?" and laughs.  Manny mutters, "You're an
idiot, Bean, but I love ya anyway." Bean wants to  know, "If that word isn't
important, why'd you say it?" and Manny goes,  "You're right, Bean, I'm sorry
I mentioned it." I ask, "Your mom's from the  Dominican Republic, huh? Does
she know David Ortiz?" Manny laughs, "Um, no, I  don't believe she does
personally since she left there before he was  born."

Rinsing out the shampoo I dry Manny's hair with a towel, asking, "What
kind of haircut do you want, Manny?" He says, "Something conservative." I get
the hairdryer, mumbling, "Just a trim then," and he says, "I don't really
know, I want to look cool, but look like a serious student too. Fuck, I don't
 know." I mumble, "We'll figure something out," and turn on the noisy
hairdryer. Manny has nice hair, most of the posse boys have nice hair. Manny's
is dark brown hair, not black. Two kids working in Stop & Shop have truly
black hair, Manny's isn't like that. He has very straight hair though, and
actually it's kind of amazing the different textures of hair on humans. I
think Asians have the straightest, blackest hair I've seen. I study hair, ya
know... guys' hair. We adjourn to the finished basement and Manny sits on
the  stool. I comb through his hair, saying, "There's not a hellava lot of
choices  for a hair style, Manny. That's because Ray insisted you guys all get
burr  haircuts last time and it's still quite short. I'll just neaten it up
by  trimming around the sides and do some of that at the hairline in back.
Let it  grow some more and in three weeks or so we might be able to come up
with a  style for you." He asks, "Like Devon's?" and I go, "Exactly, it's
preppy and  there's worse things to be than preppy." He shrugs, "You're the
man, whatever  you think." His haircut takes ten minutes, but only because I
dragged it out.  Bean's uninterested in haircutting so he watches TV laying on
the chaise  lounge. When I'm done I pass the handheld mirror to Manny. He
checks it out,  then says, "Generic, but neat looking." I resist squeezing
the back of his  neck or hugging him, which I'd like to do, but don't. I ask
him, "Do you want  to see how it looks spiked up on top with some gel?" Manny
says, "No thanks, I  like it like this for now, but that damn Ray with his
burr haircuts, ya know?"  I nod, muttering, "Yeah," while resisting the
latest urge I have to grope  myself thinking of how hot Ray fucked me last week.

Bean asks, "Um, Manny, you aren't hanging around while I get my haircut
are you?" And the way he said it makes Manny frown and look at Bean, then he
says, "I wasn't going to, but you seem like you're trying to get rid of me."
 Bean goes, "What the fuck? I just asked, that's all." Manny says, as he's
putting his shirt on, "I've got shit to do, Bean, so I can't hold your hand
 during your haircut today." Bean's frowning now, then muttering, "That'll
be  the day I let you hold my hand," and Manny grabs Bean's hand with Bean
trying  to pull it away, muttering, "Queer," then looking at me with a
startled  expression on his face like he said something wrong. I give him a smirk
remembering I'm dealing with kids who just turned eighteen. It makes me
feel  mature. Manny does the posse goodbye with me even though he'd said the
posse  boys are over, and Bean says, "How 'bout me?" so Manny does a limper
version  of the hug I got. Manny winks at me, and says, "I'm weakening," and
we laugh.  He says his goodbyes and skips up the steps as I wonder if he was
kidding  about weakening, and if weakening was referring to me and sex. He's
a pretty  boy, but I don't need anymore temptations in my life.


Bean looks at me making a face, like... 'Ah, it's just you and me now',
but he doesn't say anything. I ask, "Shampoo?" and he says, "Does a bear shit
in the grass?" I mutter, "I believe that goes, does a bear shit in the
woods."  As we walk in the half bath he mumbles, "There's grass in the woods,"
and he  sits down, saying, "The whole salon treatment if you don't mind, my
good man."  I wonder what kind of grades Bean gets in school, but I'm not
gonna insult him  by asking. He's a good kid without a mean bone in his body,
although he's  definitely not the sharpest knife in the drawer. He remains
totally relaxed  during the shampoo, but I'm not getting any sexual vibes from
him. I'm pretty  sure Manny wasn't putting out any vibes on purpose, but I
found him, um,  desirable under the proper circumstances. By that I mean if
he was openly hot  to trot with me, so to speak. Still, I hold to my earlier
conclusion I do not  need any more complications in my life, especially
with me having to think  about turning down sex. As I've decided, I won't begin
my quest until next  Tuesday at the earliest, and it may be a week or so
later than that. On the  other hand, Bean's not exciting me sexually so he
might be a perfect candidate  to turn down. As if he's reading my mind, he
asks, "Aren't you gonna ask me if  I'll let you blow me?" I'm rinsing his hair
running my fingers through it.  Bean does not have a perfectly shaped head
like a lot of the boys do. His  head's shaped a little like a football, kinda
like Willie's long head.  Willie's a much more attractive person though, it
somehow works for him.  Still, I like shampooing and cutting young guys'
hair so it's a pleasant  experience. To Bean's question, I say, "Why, no, I'm
not going to ask you to  let me do that, mister Bean. I believe you're going
with a young lady named,  Tina." Surprising the hell out of me Bean puts his
arm around my waist and  pulls me in front of him. The water from the hose
almost hits him in the  chest, but I manage to aim it over his shoulder at
the sink. Looking at him,  I'm like, "What the fuck, Bean?" He opens his legs
and pulls me against him,  saying, "You want to suck my dick, don't cha?"
The expression on his face and  the way he said that makes me think he'd be
hurt if I say 'no'. I mutter, "Oh,  I just mean I need to finishing your
shampoo," and he says, "Okay, I mean  afterwards. You'd wanna suck my cock then,
wouldn't you? I'm gonna let you, no  problem. You're a good guy." Gee, I
don't remember Bean being so sincere. I  mutter, "We'll talk about it."


He gives me a tight squeeze against him, then lets go, mumbling,  "Sure."
I'm a little taken aback because I was under the impression this gay  stuff
was merely a crazy lark of Bean's. Maybe motivated mostly because Ray  came
out as bisexual to his posse boys. I was thinking maybe Bean's emulating
Ray, who he seems to look up to. I don't know what to think now, but it could
be that Bean has an interest in gay sex that's much more than a lark. Gee,
he  looked so lost for a few seconds there. He's real formal and polite now
thanking and complimenting me on the shampoo and looking forward to his
haircut. He says, "I put myself in your hands, Dylan. Whatever haircut you
feel looks best on me that's what I want. You know style much better than I
do. Okay?" I say, "I'd rather you chose your haircut yourself," and he says,
"Okay, like yours." I blow dry his hair thinking about that. I basically
gave  a fade haircut to someone recently, was it Ray? I ask, "Did I give Ray a
haircut like mine?" Bean says, "I don't know, I haven't seen him in a week
or  so. I wanna get it because you have that haircut, not Ray." I say, "I
not sure  I can do it properly, Bean. I need practice." He says, "Practice on
me," and  I'm like, "I don't want to think of you starting your senior year
with a  fucked-up haircut." He shrugs, "I don't give a shit about stuff like
that.  Everyone I know thinks of me as a free spirit, a little kooky, but
likable."  Well, I couldn't have described him any better myself, but I don't
want one of  the  haircuts I do to represent me poorly. I take pride in
being better  than professional barbers, so I'm hesitating. When I shrug, Bean
says, "Give  it a try, I'm asking you to. I'll take responsibility if it's
fucked up." I  go, "Okay, dude, I'll do my best," and now I really want to
give it my best  because he has confidence in me. Maybe there's more to Bean
than a kooky, but  likable kid. It still doesn't change the fact that I'm
simply not turned-on by  him sexually. He's nice enough, but not sexy or
especially good looking. He's  about my height, although even slimmer than me.
Very average looking face with  regular brown eyes and below average brown
hair, meaning it lacks body, isn't  dense, and he has a widow's peak hairline.
No individual personal scent,  either good or bad that I can detect. What can
I say?


Sexual desire is a mysterious thing anyway. Before Bean came over  tonight
I was horny and getting hornier doing Manny's haircut. I still am very
horny, but now I think I'd rather save my horniness for Sonny tomorrow night.
He's the real deal as far as sexy and hot go, where as blowing Bean last time
 was less of a sexual thrill than a hot jerk off, although it wasn't
unpleasant. He has a long, nice-looking penis that expands as it gets hard.  I've
got to assume he's had zero experience with anal fucking though, which  can
lead to some awkward moments, and like I said, now I'd rather wait for
Sonny who I know can get me off like a rocket's boom! There's nothing awkward
about anything that confident sex fiend, Sonny, does. He's an expert at
sub/dom sex from watching his sex videos hour after hour. His form of
dominance during sex borders on a masters/slave kind of dominance except he's  very
likable while he's doing it. It's a rare combination I would think, and
when you add to that he's a skinny little orange-haired kid who just turned
eighteen, and was a virgin before he fucked me, and that combination of
factors gets even rarer. There's the possibility he's full of  shit and has been
dominating gay's boys' asses since he was thirteen or so,  but that's
unlikely.

Running a comb through  Bean's hair I'm trying to get an idea of how far to
take the bare clippers on  the sides and back. Frankly, I'm getting a
little excited about doing this  haircut. It's not a haircut that one guy out of
fifty would want, but still  it'd be good for me to know how to do a good
fade haircut. Hell, the version  of a fade I cut for Ray didn't look good to
me, but he liked it. First, using  the number two blade on the Oster
professional barber's clippers, I run the  clippers up the sides of his head almost
all the way to the top, and then up  to the crown in back. Most of his brown
hair is sliding off my hand to the  floor leaving very little around the
sides and back of his head. Holy shit,  it's so short I get nervous that maybe
I won't be able to pull this off. It  looks weird now because there's one
and a half inch hairs on top and almost  none on the sides and back. Seeing
the one-eight inch hairs left on the sides  and back of Bean's head it's like
there's only a shadow of hair compared to  the top hairs. One-eight inch
isn't much. Changing to the number one blade I  begin cutting some of the
one-inch hairs almost to the scalp. Starting at the  sideburns I cut the hairs
to basically bare scalp three-quarters of the way up  the sides and back of
Bean's head. Flicking the clippers up at the end of the  cut helps blend the
two lengths. Only trimmer clippers takes the hair to the  scalp, but it
looks to the naked eye that the number one blade already did  that. That's why I
now use the trimmer clippers to out line around his ears  making the number
one blade's one-sixteenth inch hairs look like there's some  hair left.
Some Marines, and other lovers of extreme haircut, have the trimmer  clippers
used all the way up the sides. That's not a look I approve of though.
Additional minor clipper work eliminates all of the line between the two cuts
altogether and now I relax. That was the hardest part. It's a matter of
buzzing the top and then blending it in with the eight inch hairs. As I'm  putting
a three-eight inch guide on the clippers I look at Bean sitting there
docilely for me, trusting me, and I feel some affection for him so I rub the
hair on top of his head a little roughly, asking, "How ya doing, Bean?" His
eyes meet mine as he feels the hairs on the sides of his head, grinning, then
 says, "Good, I'm doing good. It's sexy getting my hair cut this short." I
ask,  "Sexy?" and he says, "Don't tell anybody, but it's giving me a boner.
Feels  good."



A boner? Another haircut  fetish guy? I ask, "Do you always get boners when
you get a haircut?" He  mutters, "Not until you started cutting my hair
short at the beginning of the  summer. Oh my God, and when Ray ordered us to
get the short burrs I was  nervous. I thought I might have an accident in my
pants during the haircut,  which is why I acted pissed off. I was acting
pissed off at Ray, not at you.  It'd be embarrassing if you'd noticed the wet
spot at my lap." I say, "I never  looked at your lap." It's cool when the
little boy in all us guys peeks out  and shows itself. That the impression I got
when Bean was sort of confessing  his sexual accident, which must have
shocked him. So that's why he chose this  haircut, he wanted to feel that
sensation again. Can't say I blame him. Still  seeming like a little kid, he
sheepishly says, "That the reason I let you blow  me that time. I was sexually
turned on, but I tried to macho my way through  it. I, um, hope you'll do it
for me again. Neither of us will tell anyone,  it's our secrets, right?"
Well, this puts a different slant on things. Bean's  dropped the pretense he's
doing me a favor and it's become me doing him one. I  say, "Sure, Bean, it'll
be between you and me, but we can't do it every time  you get a haircut."
He shrugs and looks away, asking real low, "Why not?" I  say, "Because I'm in
a committed relationship, well that is, I want to be in a committed
relationship. I  need to cut down on buddy sex." He asks, "What's that?" and I go,
"Sex with a  buddy for the sexy fun of it without commitment and without
meaning anything  more than the momentary sex fun." He goes, "Oh, that's what
it's called." I'm  pretty sure he doesn't get it. Hell, I'm starting to
wonder if I get it  myself.


Buzzing the hairs on the  top of his head down to three-eight inch gets my
dick moving so Bean's not the  only one who feels something sexual about
this. I then meticulously blend the  top in with the one-eighth inch hairs and
I'm really excited about how well I  did. It looks like mine which was done
by a professional who does it everyday.  Last thing to do is use the trimmer
clippers like a razor again to outline  across the front of his hairline
and down the sides. I bring the sideburns to  a point like that Key West
barber did with mine. I needed to shave off some of  Bean's widow's peak hairs to
make it look right. It looks good now, but it'll  look weird when those
hairs grow back in a little, so I tell Bean, "This  haircut needs to be redone
every ten days or two weeks at least." He says,  "Okay, will you do it for
me?" I mumble, "If I'm back from college I will, but  I'm not sure how often
I'll be home on weekends. If I'm not here you can go to  the same barber who
cut my hair." He looks at me incredulously, "Pay for a  haircut?" like it's
unheard of. It makes me laugh and I rub his bristly head,  "Yeah, that's
pretty drastic alright. I'll do my best to accommodate you. Do  you think you
could drive up to Merrimack if I can't get home?" he looks  surprised,
"Could I? You mean you wouldn't mind?" I shrug, "Why would I mind?"  I think he's
stuck in his little boy frame of mind, as he goes, "Gee,  that'd be cool!"


I brush the hair clippings  off Bean's thin shoulders as he's saying, "Ask
me now, Dylan," so, what the  hell, I ask, "Can I blow you, Bean?" I'm
blowing my nose as he says, "Well,  okay, sure. I liked getting that haircut as
you'll see when I drop my shorts."  He pulls his pants down and his dick's
already fairly hard." I have a slight  headache coming on as I mutter, "Do you
have a haircut fetish, Bean?" and he  says, "Not until you began cutting my
hair. That's our secret too, right?" I  mumble, "Sure, everything between
us is our secret," and he gets his hands on  my shoulders pressing down,
saying, "On your knees, that's the only way I let  Tina blow me." Suppressing a
grin, I go, "Oh, does she nag you to let her blow  you?" He licks his lips
looking down at me on my knees, muttering, "That's  private, you should know
better than to pry into someone's sex life." Holding  out his dick, he asks,
"Look good to you, does it?" and I say, "Seriously,  Bean, don't push it
too far or I won't accommodate you." He nods his head,  "Okay, Dylan, sorry.
It's half the fun pretending you want to blow me." Taking  his penis from his
fingers, I go, "Oh, a game, huh?" He says, "Sorta, yeah."  Stroking his
cock a few times, I look at his hairy bush, then look at his  chest and the
sparse chest hairs between his flat pecs, still not feeling a  sexual
attraction to him. Well, except his cock is a good one for sucking.  It's long and on
the thin side and, hmmm, he does have large nuts too. I start  by licking
from his nuts up the shaft of his cock all around and then lick his  nuts and
find myself getting into it. That's not surprising considering I'm  horny.
Bean's already grunting and rubbing my head. When I take his cock into  my
warm wet mouth he starts moving his feet a little, like he can't stand
still. I suck the head and he moans, "Ummmmm, yeaaaah."


Stroking the shaft using my  thumb and two fingers, while sucking the head,
gets Bean squeezing my  shoulders as his cock grows in my mouth, and he
goes, "Aaaaah, oooh, shiiit."  Grinning around his boner now I take it in my
throat and Bean goes up on his  toes making a long hissing sound through his
teeth. Sliding his cock out of my  throat and sucking four inches of the
shaft causes a big bubble of precum that  I slurp off the head, and then wipe
the head of his cock with my tongue. Up on  his toes again with another long
hissing sound from Bean, and more precum  drools out the pee slit so I play
with his gaping pee slit using the tip of my  tongue and Bean steps back
pulling his boner from my mouth. "Oooh, fuck," from  Bean. Then "Umm, mmm, ooh
yeah, wow." His cock is boned-up hard hanging down a  little, and very stiff.
It shines and glistens in the lights with his precum  and my saliva. Bean
get his hands under my armpits and helps me stand up, then  he pulls my
shorts down and gawks at my cock. It's fairly boner-up too, which  I didn't
notice until now. He holds it in his hand, looking at me, "Did you  get a hard-on
from sucking my cock?" I go, "I don't know how else I'd get it,  Bean, so
yeah. Why?" He shrugs, muttering, "I don't know. I didn't know it was  sexy
blowing someone, that wasn't my experi, um, never  mind."


He's reaching down going through his  pockets, as I ask, "Have you ever
tried it yourself?" His eyes snap to mind  for a second, then he asks, "Why'd
ya ask that?" Okay, so he's blown someone.  I blow my nose again, then ask,
"Do I know him, the guy you blew?" He drops  the condom, muttering, "You and
you're personal questions. I, um, don't recall  ever blowing anyone, um,
recently. Ah, I mean, ever. You don't hear me asking you a lot  of personal
questions about sex, do you?" I chuckle, "Only all the fucking  time, Bean.
It's okay, don't tell me." He's frowning trying to get the condom  packet open.
Glancing at me, he hands it to me, saying, "You open it, okay?  Yeah, a
couple of years ago I blew Manny. He asked me to and we did a few  other
things. Kid stuff, ya know?" I rip the condom packet where indicated and  hand him
the packet back, thinking, 'Manny? Hmmm, maybe that would be  something I
can sneak in before I begin in earnest to cut down on side sex. I  sorta got
the hot's for that cute Hispanic brainiac. Manny, huh!' Bean's got  the
condom, muttering, "Thanks, Dylan, I'm a little nervous about this, you  know."
He rolls the condom onto his boner puffing his cheeks out and then
exhaling, saying, "Feels good and tight," as he strokes his cock and then  looks at
the lubricant on his hand making a face. The condom only cover the  lower
sixty percent of his boner. I can't help but chuckle at him getting lube  all
over his hand, so I ask, "Do you use condoms a lot, Bean?" Trying to gain
some dignity, he goes, "Only when I fuck somebody, whaddaya think?" That
makes  me chuckle too. Bean's unsure of himself acting like a little kid
pretending  to be a big kid. He says, "Well, turn around or something. Um, how do
you like  taking a cock up your rear end? You know, on your hands and knees
or what?" I  say, "How did you take it?" He says, "On my stomach, ah, if I
ever did it with  a buddy, I mean. That's how, ya know, I saw it done on some
video." I turn  around and bend over with my hands on my knees. Looking
back, I ask, "Is this  okay?" He says, "I guess," and steps up to me spreading
my butt cheeks with  both hands and peering at my asshole, mumbling, "It
looks awfully small. You,  um, have a really nice ass, Dylan. Real clean looking
and pink without a hair  on your ass anywhere." Chuckling again, I decide
I'm having fun, no matter my  runny nose, headache, or whatever.

"Here goes," he says, and  pushes the head of his condom-covered cock
against the lips of my asshole and  they spread in the lubricant, but he's not in
yet. I hear deep breathing from  Bean, so looking back I see him staring at
his cock partially in my ass while  he sucks on his lips, then he mumbles,
"This is fucking hot, Jesus!" and humps  his hips pushing his cock past my
sphincter muscle and up my ass three inches.  "Ooooh," from me as Bean rubs
my back, cooing, "Feel good, Dylan, huh?" Well,  yeah, it does, but I don't
answer for fear of embarrassing myself with a long  moan of pleasure. It
feels really good and my cock bones-up tightly. Gripping  my hips with both
hands he pushes his boner up my ass until his pubic hairs  are flat against my
butt cheeks. Bean goes, "Oh my God, mmmm, oooh, fuck  yeah." He withdraws it
and slides it tightly back up as his fingers dig into  the skin at my hips.
Two more trial trips up my ass and then he starts fucking  me hard and fast,
grunting and moaning as if he doesn't care if he embarrasses  himself or
not. It's, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," as Bean  grunts out,
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, aaah, ooh, aaah," and ,"Slap, slap, slap, slap,  slap." Two
minutes of him pounding his long pole up my ass and I go down on  all fours
holding my breath trying not to have a premature ejaculations. He's
hunched over me plowing my ass with his seven inch hard cock that's swollen  kinda
fat by now. My eyes close as my head goes back and I moan in pleasure,
"Oooh, oooh, ooh, ooh, ummm, mmm, oh that feels good, Bean." "Slap, slap,
slap, slap, slap," with Bean grunting, "Fuck that ass, fuck that ass, fuck  that
ass."


His humps get harder and  each one now rocks me forward on my hands and
knees until my head goes down on  the back of my hands and I push my ass up
towards him. "Slap, slap, slap,  slap, slap," then he stops with his cock way
up my ass, gets an arm around my  throat pulling back, as he's muttering,
"Get up, Dylan, I wanna try it with  you standing. Fuck, this is awesome." I
get up because I don't want him to  stop. His arms go around my stomach and
the back of my head drops to his  shoulder as I docilely lay against his chest
and he starts up, "Slap, slap,  slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," his
incredibly hard long cock firing up my ass  with my anus in constant motion being
sucked in a little as his cock drives up  my ass and pulls outward as he
withdraws that pleasure pole of his. "Slap,  slap, slap, slap." I'm squirming in
his arms moaning with the back of my head  moving on his shoulder as I
wreath in pleasure and my prostate sings out  sexual pleasure as the walls of my
rectum expands and contract with the  movement of his fast moving long
boner. My bone-hard cock sticks straight out  from my body as my orgasm
overwhelms me and my back arches away from Bean's  chest and I squeal about as
embarrassingly as humanly possible. My hips thrust  out and cum flows from my cock
in a straight line splashing against the  washing machine near the wall.
Then two more squeals as two more good strings  of cum exit my cock's head
leaving it vibrating and sizzling with pleasure and  through it all is the,
"Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," of Bean's crotch  against my buttocks. "Slap,
slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," as Bean  grunts and moans pounding his
cock up my ass. Three or four more minutes and  then he falls against me
holding his crotch against my ass making desperate  sound, and I suppose he's
filling his condom with cum. "Ooooh," from Bean,  "Ummm, ooh, ooh, ooh," as he
humps against me and then deep breathing and I  now feel our perspiration
between my back and his chest and  stomach.


Still holding me around the  stomach, his swollen cock is filling my
rectum. Bean's heart pounds against me  and I shudder again as tantalizing
sensations buzz inside me. Another body  shudder as I think, 'Guess Bean isn't
feeling like a little kid now'. One last  deep breath and without saying
anything he begins fucking me again. He does it  holding me against his torso for
maybe five more minutes, so this kid's got  some stamina. I'm not about to
complain because it feels awesome. I like the  long trips up my ass and his
steady thrust without the force he used a little  while ago. Just as my cock's
beginning to firm up again he stops, and moans,  "Oh man, that was
fabulous," and pulls his cock out slowly as I hold my breath  hoping not to moan
again with pleasure. He leaves my ass gaping open and  slippery with lubricant,
but no spunk. I'd have liked to feel his big load  going inside me. All
around my asshole feels wet with the gel. Bean sits back  on the barber stool
breathing hard. Then he wipes his nose with the back of  his hand, lets out
another long exhale, and asks, "How was that, did I fuck  you good?" I nod my
head while blowing my nose again, then mutter, "Yeah, for  someone who's
never done it before you were pretty damn good." He nods his  head in the
direction of my cum trail that's leading to the washing machine  and drooling
down the front of it, as he says, "Pretty good my ass. Looks like  you got off
better than pretty good." I shrug as I pull on my dick, mumbling,  "I was
horny. I haven't had sex in awhile." He goes, "Yeah, neither have I.  Hey, we
should help each other out. Manny says I'm at the age where my sexual
drive is the highest it's ever gonna be and you're only two years removed from
that." I wonder if Manny looking to fuck Bean again, as I say, "Sexual
drives  tend to vary from guy to guy, Bean. Anyway I'm getting into a committed
relationship, sort of, so I can't really do it with you." Then I add, "I
can't  do it all that often, I mean." Gee, I wonder if that qualifies as
turning down  side-sex?


Bean says, "Well, hell, I don't mean all  the time either. Just once in
awhile. I'm not gay ya know." I say, "If you say  so, Bean. You're the only one
who can know that for sure." He pulls off his  condom and there's a golf
ball size of his spunk at the bottom. He goes to  throw it in the trash and
I'm like, "Hey, hey! Not in there, in the toilet.  Jeez!" He mutters, "Sorry,"
and walks to the half bath with his cock flopping  between his legs.
Hellava cock on that kid. I hear the toilet flush as I'm  using tissues again,
this time to clean my ass of lubricant, then pull up my shorts.  Okay, that
turned out really well. Way better than I expected and I'm feeling  good again.
When Bean comes out his pants are up and he's running the fingers  of both
hands over his head. Grinning, he says, "I like this short haircut.  It's
cool!" I guess the sex talk is over with and Bean's on to other topics.  Ha
ha, he's awesome. He says, "Well, it's been real, Dylan. Thanks for the
haircut and I'll get back to you in ten days or so. I can drive up to  Merrimack.
What is it, about an hour's drive?" I go, "Yep, but text me before  you
drive up. I might be busy." We're walking up the steps with Bean pulling  his
shirt over his head as he says, "Of course I'll text you first. I'm not
going to just drive up without checking with you." I'm thinking it's odd he
isn't more interested in the sex we just had. I thought it was kind of a big
deal. Fucking kids, ya know?


to be continued...    Donny Mumford   _thinat20@yahoo.com_
(mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com)




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