Date: Thu, 4 Jul 2013 05:07:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: NIFTY DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO   Chapter 20  by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


				Chapter  20


			     by  Donny Mumford

I'm
staring at Ray Ellis' extra short burr haircut, a haircut that he thinks is just
right. I think it's too short, but if he likes it, that's what's important. When
he first got to my place he claimed he's changed his persona into one showing
maturity. He was motivated to do this alleged maturing after having an
insightful moment following our conversation at the mall recently, and I don't
especially recall what we even talked about. It was just Ray's usual chattering
about me being his boyfriend I suppose. In any case, now he claims he's not
begging me for sex although he wants me to be his boyfriend. To be honest about
it, I never felt he begged me to have sex with him, and he's not begging me for
sex now either. It's more like he telling me we're going to do it. Robby and
Ryan are having their night of sex with each other tonight, and last night Robby
and I had ours. The night before that Robby was out with Travis, and I assume
Travis fucked him. So on this Monday night I'm wondering if I want to do it with
Ray, and if I decide to, why would I? Is my reason simply to spite Robby and Ryan
because of jealousy, or is it because I want Ray as my side-sex partner? I'm
only allowed one choice for a fuck buddy according to the rules of our
threesome, so I'm conflicted, as I'm not sure if Ray's my best choice. The thought of
Lee fucking me is intriguing, although that's an iffy proposition because I'm
not sure if he's teasing me or if he's serious about doing it. Ray breaks into
my musings, saying, "Like I told you already, I'm not going to beg you, Dylan.
I'm pretty sure you want to make-out with me and suck my big cock, and I'm
almost positive you're dying to have me fuck that hot ass of yours again. If you
can't admit it by saying it out loud, just raise your arms and I'll take your
tee-shirt off for you, and we'll get it on. I need you to be completely naked
before having sex with you, that's just the way I roll. If you don't tell me
you're interested in having sex with me, and you don't raise your arms either,
I'm leaving." He's right, I want to, but I'm getting pissed-off that my
submissive fetish rules my brain so frequently, and therefore I manage to say,
"Sorry you feel so strongly about everything needing to be exactly the way you
want it, Ray. That's the way you roll, but it isn't the way I roll." He says,
"Okay then, I'll just tell you thanks for the haircut then, and be on my way."
He hesitates, then asks, "Um, can I still come for haircuts, or are you mad at
me?" I go, "I'm not mad at you; you flatter me actually. Any time you want a
haircut, just give me a call." He says, "You're a good guy so I'm gonna give you
a kiss to say thanks, and it's a kiss without obligation of any kind on your
part." He hasn't put his shirt on after the haircut so when his arms go around
my neck the faint BO scent of his underarms invades my nostrils as his lips meet
mine for a nice kiss, then his tongue is in my mouth and he drops one arm to
begin massaging my crotch. His whiskers feel soft on my face, but not as soft as
they look, and his bare torso feels very sexy with my arms around his wide
shoulders. He moves his face as he's kissing me and I was right, his whiskers
are very sexy and masculine, particularly against my smooth face. My tongue rubs
Ray's as my cock grows hard in my pants and now Ray's able to stroke it with a
fistful of my shorts and underwear going along for the ride. As his arm moves,
his sexy scent accompanies the hint of BO getting me lightheaded and sexually
stimulated. He finally lets go of my cock leaving it poking out the front of my
lap, and then breaks off the kiss with our mouths making a wet sucking sound as
they part. He says, "You're so hot it should be against the law. I'll see you in
three weeks or so for another haircut. Thanks again, I really like this
haircut." Turning around he picks up his shirt and puts it on with me standing
in the same spot transfixed by his sexiness, and his coolness about everything, too. I can see he's trying to change.

He
grins at me as his Polo shirt goes over his head. "See ya later, Dylan," and
without thinking about it I put my arms in the air. Ray stares at me for a few
seconds, then mumbles, "Thanks, Dylan, I want to do it too, but my rules still
stand. Okay?" I can't find my voice so I do Ryan's fast head nod and Ray
chuckles, muttering, "This is awesome," walking over to me he pulls my tee-shirt
over my head. He's not quite as tall as me, but it's close. Pulling my shorts
down, then my underwear, he's saying, "Step out of those," while he strokes my
cock with a strong, tight fist... a moan slips out of me, "Mmmmm," as I gulp and
try catching my breath. I know it's my fucking fetish controlling me again
but I'm enjoying the sensations of it just the same. Ray's staring at my
cock, then he looks at me, and says, "You've got the perfect looking cock. It's
put together just right and your nuts in their sack are cool looking, too. The
shaved pubes just adds to your package and the whole thing is awesome. Letting
go of my cock, it flops up tight against my belly, as Ray steps back a bit. He
shakes his head slowly, muttering, "Damn, what a nice physique, and your guns
are hot. How much lifting do you do?" I shrug, managing to mumble, "I've never
touched a weight in my life." He goes, "I lift weights three times a week, but
my friggin' arms, chest, and abs don't look like yours. It's not fair, ya know?"
I shrug again, losing some of the heat Ray built up in me a minute ago, and
therefore my cock loses some of it's stiffness. He says, "Your sneakers and
socks need to come off too. As I said, I like my boy or girl sex partners
completely naked before I fuck them. It's because I appreciate the human anatomy
of both sexes and I like to admire them. I gotta admit, yours is hard to beat."
Feeling less aroused, I ask, "How many girls have you fucked?" He says, "Three.
One of them only once and the other two multiple times." I believe him
because there was no hesitation and he sounds believable. As I'm untying my
sneakers, I ask, "How 'bout boys?" He says, "Just you and my fuck buddy in
middle school. Then one time last year with a kid I met at the gym I lift
weights at, but he was older. I leaned how to fuck so good by watching porn and
practicing on Terry, mostly. He's pretending to be straight now so we don't have
much to say to each other nowadays. As it turns out fucking's the only thing we
had in common." Pulling my socks off and now I'm totally naked standing in front
of Ray. I've never been shy about being naked, in fact, I like being naked and
would join a nudist colony if they had one for only teenage boys. Since Ray's so
accommodating with his answers, I ask, "Tell me the truth, how many times did
that Terry kid, or anyone else, fuck you?" He laughs, "Are you serious? I'm the
man whenever I'm having sex. You, Terry, the other two, plus my girlfriends
obviously, are the girls during sex. That's the way I roll." It sounds arrogant
of him and rude too, but the way he said it makes me grin. There's no
pretentiousness implied, just stating the fact of the matter. A person who
wasn't comfortable with his own sexuality would probably take offense to Ray's
remarks, but it doesn't bother me. I'm gay, but there's nothing girlie about me
and I know it.

Ray
gazes at my body while walking around me with a serious expression on his face.
It amuses me for some reason. Behind me he grabs a fistful of each buttocks,
muttering, "Nice and firm like I remember, you've got the whole 'A' plus package
alright. You're hard to forget, Dylan, once I had you I kept thinking about you,
but don't think I'm throwing myself at you. I'm not, it's just an honest
statement and now after all this time I'm finally making you my boyfriend, so
that's really cool. I'm two years younger than you and normally a girlfriend is
the one that's younger, not that I think of you totally like my girlfriend, even
though you'll fulfill that role. No, I know you're a boy, and I know I'm
satisfying my bisexual side, while at the same time satisfying your gay nature.
I'm glad you're not girlie actually. I'm always telling my brother he needs to
be more like you, not more like his fairy boyfriend, Jay." Ray's always been
talkative and he's just as 'out there' as he's ever been, but I like him for
some odd reason. He's so fucking unique, it's almost beyond belief. He's gonna
be crushed if he finds out Ryan's fucking me too, but I can't imagine how he'd
find out. He keeps holding a fistful of my right buttocks, but lets go of the
other one and slips his finger in past my sphincter, muttering, "You're not
getting fucked very often, are you? Not with a tunnel this tight." I go, "If you
say so, Ray," and he lets go of my buttocks to pat my shoulder saying, "Don't
worry, I'll loosen you up with my big cock." His finger goes further up my ass,
feeling good, as he asks, "You're not getting it enough to satisfy you either,
are ya?" I go, "That feels good, Ray. Rub right there," and he does, asking,
"Your prostate, right?" I go, "Yep, the magic button." Ray says, "Bend over and
I'll give you a good workout." I grab my knees grinning at how silly this has
become, and he rubs my prostate gland until I feel myself getting ready to blow
my load, and urgently say, "No, Ray, you'll make me cum." He asks, "So? What's
wrong with that?" I mutter, "I'd rather you fucked my cum out of me." He pulls
his finger out, saying, "I knew you wanted it bad. I'll be right back, just stay
where you are if you don't mind." Leaving me stroking my cock a few times, he
goes into the powder room and I hear the faucet turn on and Ray washing his
finger. When he comes out smelling his finger, insuring that he'd cleaned it
enough, I ask, "Do you always use a condom, Ray?" He says, "Yeah, except I
didn't have one the first time I did you so you're the exception. Actually I'm
glad your fuck buddy is Rob because I can't imagine him being very prolific with
gay sex. I feel it's safe going bareback up your ass." Satisfied he's cleaned
his finger properly, he goes, "Get on your knees now and suck me a nice hard
boner."

Just
enough authority in that order to get my cock buzzing, but Ray said it without a
touch of arrogance. Basically it's just Ray's normal personality coming through,
which is why so many guys I know don't like him. Chubby leads that group, by the
way. As I've said numerous times, I get a kick out of Ray and his distorted view
of the world, and I never get the feeling he's primarily just thinking about
himself, like another sex partner of mine who also has a distorted view of the
world. Willie seems almost angry with his distorted view, like he's getting even
for perceived indignities the world's done to him. It's hard to commiserate with
his views though because he's lived a privileged life of riches. I still like
him, although I know now I was never in love with him. No, even though Ray's
misled about a lot of things, he's not mean spirited in the least. I've seen
his sweet side at times although he works at keeping that side of him hidden,
probably because he thinks it screws up his manliness in sexual circumstances. I
get on my knees and fondle his cock and balls a little bit while he's adjusting
the position of his feet, getting comfortable. Finally he gets a little
impatient that I haven't started yet, so he puts a hand at the back of my head
and pulls my head to his crotch, my face squishes against his privates with the
longish pubic hairs tickling my forehead. He says, "I remember that you like
smelling my cock and balls. Am I right?" When I say, "Yeah, you smell good," his
pubes get in my mouth. He goes, "Start by licking everything. The feel of a
tongue lapping my cock and nuts is awesome. Long licks, get your tongue way out.
I'll sort of guide you through the things I like so when I want you to suck me
off, and that'll be two or three times a week, you'll know how to do it right."
He's by far the most talkative sex buddy I've ever had. His crotch doesn't stink
at all, it smells sexy good. I lick from the head of his cock up the shaft and
right up into his pubic hairs. He goes, "Good, just like that, but you'll need
to pick my cock up and lick the underside too." I do that and then slurp at the
head of his cock until Ray corrects me, "No, not yet, Dylan. I need you to lick
my nuts, and get under my scrotum too. I don't expect you to rim my asshole this
soon in our new relationship, but I'll expect that later as we get used to each
other, and after you're learned how to do cock sucking properly." I grin to
myself and then lift his nuts and lick from just before his smelly asshole,
dragging my tongue up the underside of his scrotum. Ray's another boy, like
Dodger, who doesn't wipe himself thoroughly after taking a dump. My cock's got a
mind of it's own, of course, and it's attaining the tightness level that Ray had
it at earlier. I cover his big balls with saliva and then take turns getting
one, then the other in my mouth with Ray's approval, "Good, I didn't even need
to tell you. You'll always include that before sucking my cock, Dylan. Don't
worry, you're doing good," and he rubs my head affectionately making me grin
again. I lick his pubic hairs flat to his stomach, then look up at him, asking,
"Now can I suck your cock?" He goes, "Yep, just remember what I had you do this
time so I don't need to tell you next time. Being my boyfriend means you need to
satisfy your man, and I can see you're gonna be awesome at that already. I'm
glad I gave you a second chance."

Trying
not to smile, I say, "Thanks for being patient with me, Ray," and he says, "I
know you're being a wise guy with that comment, but I don't mind as long as you
suck me off good." His cock's firm already, and I like sucking cock as long as
it belongs to a cute kid around my own age. Ray's not cute per se, but he's nice
looking, handsome even. Nice facial features, but on the macho side and his
whiskers go a long way towards fortifying his macho image. Gay macho guys, or bi
macho guys, aren't as rare as you might think. They're the minority for sure,
but they're out there. Maybe Lee will fall into that category with time. Ray
interrupts my sucking and licking of his cock, saying, "Tell me when you taste
my precum. You're cock sucking's got my nuts in an uproar and it feels like I'm
getting ready to blow my load down your throat, which I'll be doing when I don't
have time to give you a good fuck, but that's not the case this evening." I'm
telling you, this kid is chatty as hell. Damn, I'm enjoying this and it's got my
own cock as hard as Ray's. Mine's dripping precum already, but I haven't noticed
any from Ray yet, although he's grunting now and squeezing the back of my neck a
little too hard, "Ummmmm, oh man you suck cock good," Ray grunts out, then,
"Stop! I'm gonna climax. Didn't ya taste precum? Open your mouth." I put my head
back and open my mouth wide. He wipes my tongue with his finger, muttering,
"Your tongue's covered with precum. See?" and he holds his finger out. Yeah, it
looks like precum alright. I mumble, "I didn't taste it, Ray." He looks
skeptical, saying, "You didn't want to stop sucking me off, isn't that right?" I
go, "No, that's not right. I didn't taste the damn precum!" and I'm a little
pissed off because I don't like being called a liar even though I've been known
to tell a few little white lies now and again. Ray backs off, "Okay, I believe
you. Sorry for doubting you. I didn't know you were so sensitive. I'll try to
watch that in the future 'cause I can't be hurting my boyfriend's feelings;
that's not what we're looking for. Hey, do you think, now that we're boyfriends,
we should be a little more affectionate? I want to do this boyfriend thing up
right for you because I'm super-psyched you've agreed to it finally." I say,
"Yeah, we like each other so we can be affectionate to a degree, but it's not
like we're in love or anything." He goes, "You don't need to be in love to have
a boyfriend, ya know. As long as you think the guy's hot and you like him,
that's enough to qualify. I'm surprised with your looks and personality you
don't have more success attracting gay boys. I know I've been kinda hot for you
ever since Elliot introduced us. Unfortunately I was off the deep end in those
days, playing the bad ass and all, but now I've matured and finally won you
over. Right?" I say, "Yep, definitely." He says, "Ya know, I'm not totally a one-way street either, I actually sucked a boy's cock once. I didn't like it, but I
wanted to be fair." Actually, I think he sucked my cock once now that he
mentions it, but to tell the truth I can't say for sure. I'd rather suck cock
than get sucked off anyway, although that's pretty damn good too.

Ray
goes, "Let's do some affectionate kissing now that you've got the private parts
licking and the cock sucking down pat; you're obviously a quick study. Just
remember, when you're giving me my next blow job, you're to lick everything well
first, and then you get to suck my cock. Okay, does that make sense to you?" I
can't help it, a big grin comes on my face because he's so sincere with all this
shit, almost to a naive degree. It's sweet somehow, but I need to use my trusty
fake cough to cover up a snicker. Then I go, "Yep, I got it, Ray. I'll
remember." He narrows his eyes asking, "Are you making fun of me again?" I shake
my head 'no' maintaining a straight face. Then I mumble, "Hell no, Ray. Lets do the
affectionate stuff." He says, "I'm really not sure what to do here. You're the
only boy I've ever kissed. I never thought I'd kiss a boy, but you're sorta a
special case so I made an exception for you." I go, "You make-out with girls,
right?" He says, "Of course," and I go, "It's the same for boyfriends." Ray's
incredulous, "Do the same thing with you I do with my girlfriends?" I nod,
"Yeah, same thing although I'm not especially experienced with making out as far
as girls go, so I'm not real sure what you do with them." He looks at me a few
seconds, then asks, "You've made out with girls, haven't you?" I go, "No,
actually I haven't. Like you said, I'm gay, not bisexual like you." Ray makes
one of his patented bizarre comments, although he's totally sincere, "Ya know,
you don't need to be embarrassed telling me that, Dylan. You can't help it if
you're not as good as me. Being bisexual doubles my dating possibilities of
course, but it doesn't make you inferior to me. Don't start feeling that way.
You're fine." I need to use my phony cough again, and he says, "I told you
before, you need to cut down on the cigarettes. You cough too much." I mutter,
"Yeah, I'm sorry," and he goes, "That's okay, but get your ass over here and
I'll try showing my boyfriend some affection. By the way, do you feel that me
being the male in our relationship is intimidating to you? I don't want to
intimidate you, not if you're going to be a good boyfriend for me. I need a boy
who knows he's doing the female role, but also remembers that he's a boy. If I
want a girl I'll go for the real thing." I'm into a coughing fit now with Ray
patting my back too hard, saying, "You need to get in that little bathroom over
there and compose yourself, Dylan. Wash your face and try being a little cool."
Taking a big breath to cover up my laugh, Ray asks, "Is it that I'm going to be
affectionate with you, like I am with a girl, that has you flustered? Don't worry
about it if it is. We're just starting out being boyfriends and I might seem
intimidating at first, but you'll eventually feel relaxed around me. You haven't
had a boyfriend as, um, I hate using this term, but I'm pretty macho for a gay
boy like yourself to get used to. Don't let it throw you, Dylan, I really like
you and I'll walk you through everything. Believe me, I understand if you're
nervous, but you're doing fine. You'll be a good boyfriend, just be yourself; I
always am." I've got tears running down my cheeks trying to keep the phony
coughs covering my laughing. I must look like an idiot, but he's so fucking
funny, and yet so sexy at the same time. He's obviously a good kid although
wildly misguided. Oh my God, I have cramps in my stomach. This is fun, but I
gotta get myself together. I manage to say, "I'll do what you say and go in the
bathroom to get myself under control, but I am seriously interested in your
style of affection, Ray." He looks at me with a frown on his face, probably
thinking I'm making fun of him again. I'm not really, but I'm in one of those
giggling frames of mind where I can't stop laughing and, of course, covering it
up with fake coughs. I manage not to blurt out a laugh and then when I'm in the
bathroom I don't feel like laughing at all. That's weird.

Washing
my face, I calm down. I have nice feelings about Ray. He's certainly being
himself - his old self - but I like him. I gotta get it together and enjoy this
fun sexual experience. He's a good kid, who most people just don't appreciate,  apparently. Sure he's unusual, but sweet in his own way. Like Ryan, Ray doesn't
have a mean bone in his body. He's misguided, but not mean-spirited. Taking a
deep breath, I get myself under control and leave the bathroom, saying, "I'm
sorry, Ray, but I'm good now. It's the coughing fits, ya know? You're right
about me smoking too much." He says, "It's okay, Dylan, I'll help you break that
unfortunate habit. You're my boyfriend now and even though I'm younger than you,
I'll look out for you. I helped my last girlfriend stop smoking even though I
broke-up with her eventually. I'm not putting up with a girl going steady with
another boy, no fucking way. I dropped her like a hot potato." I do a fake
cough, then say, "Don't you think we're talking too much? Shouldn't you be
showing me how to be affectionate, or something?" He says, "Don't fret, I'm
going to do that, but you're the only boy I'd ever done it with so I'm playing
this by ear. Come on over here, lets lay on that chaise lounge." I ask, trying
to be funny, "Do you want me to turn the TV on?" He says, "When I make out,
nobody wants to watch no fucking television. I don't want to be bossy, but you
need to realize as my boyfriend you just do what your man says. I'm old fashioned like that. A word to the wise: Not doing things my way is the reason I dumped my
last girlfriend." Another phony cough from me, as I walk to the chaise lounge,
totally naked. I'm thinking, 'Ray dropped his last girlfriend because she didn't
do what he said, plus she's going steady with another boy'... haha. Ray's in a
class by himself. He's awesome in a very strange but unique way. He comes over
and we lay down together. Ray gets me wrapped up in his arms, and then without
another word he goes into his make-out mode, and I quickly discover he's in a
class by himself at making out, too. Okay, he doesn't have Ryan's unbelievable
way of kissing, but when Ray's in his make-out mode he's totally committed to
it. I wish he still had his shirt off, but I can still detect his faint BO
smell. Ray's extremely sexy as he goes about caressing my body while kissing in
an experienced manner and I can see how he'd be attractive to some girls; he's
becoming more attractive to me as well. Not in Robby and Ryan's class, but only
a few steps below where sexiness is concerned. This kid is fabulous at making out
and I find myself doing my low moans of sexual pleasure, "Mmmmmm, ooooh," and
he's really into it with excellent sexy lips and that unusual sexy scent with
the BO adding to his allure, well,  for me anyway. His hands aren't hurried as he rubs
and squeezes parts of my body, frequently giving my package and nipples a nice
working over. He squeezes my nuts, but not hard enough to cause serious pain,
just hard enough to remind me who's the macho man here. My boner's hard and
getting stretched as Ray reaches between my legs and rubs my cock. He takes a
deep breath with our faces cheek to cheek now. Gasping for breath, he says in my
ear, "Holy shit, you're as hot as a girl." Not really a compliment as far as I'm
concerned, but Ray meant it as one.

It's
very enjoyable making out and having my body excellently fondled by Ray and I'm
tingling all over with my cock now stretched almost painfully. If Ray were naked
I might have blown my load all over him by now. As it is I'm leaking precum on
his clothes which he now notices, "Jesus Christ, Dylan, you're precum's all over
me. It's good I'm able to turn you on like this, but you're making a mess of my
clothes." He pulls off his Polo shirt and unbuttons his shorts pulling them down
over his sneakers, muttering, "This doesn't happen with girls. Okay, lesson
learned by me." I'm almost panting and as he pulls his underwear off, his firm
cock bounces free of Ray's jockey shorts.  I'm staring at his boner and
realize I'm letting out a quiet whimper from desire to feel that big dick up my
ass. He chuckles, muttering, "You're like a girl I was going out with last year;
she's got as turned on as you are." Ray's got me hotter than I realized until
just now. It helps that he's basically a new experience for me and this time
with him isn't at all like our two previous buddy-sex times together. I guess
that's because I wasn't Ray's boyfriend then. He does a dominant move now by
lifting under my chin with his fingers, saying, "I'm not blaming you for
fucking-up my clothes, Dylan. Making out with you like this is new for me. From
now on we'll both get naked... don't think I'm pissed-off at you. Okay?" I
mumble, "Sure, Ray," and gulp because I'm feeling that old familiar
submissiveness towards him now. And, I know intuitively that Ray doesn't know
anything about sub/dom play. He just does these things naturally, not thinking
there's anything unusual about his actions; he's often wrong but never in doubt.
He's actually trying to be very accommodating to me in his mixed-up brain.
Taking a deep breath as he wraps me in his arms, his BO is much more noticeable
now, and his regular body scent mixing with the hint of BO has me inhaling and
drooling more precum, this time on his bare belly. He giggles, "Damn, you really
get sexually stimulated by me, don't ya?" I mutter, "Yeah, I guess I do, Ray.
You're hot alright." He goes, "I've heard that before, and thanks for the
compliment." Then his body squirms against my naked one with him kissing my lips
and running his tongue over mine. I'm hugging around his shoulders again and
trying to concentrate on the sexiness of his whiskers, but there are so many
delightfully sexy sensations buzzing around my body it's hard to concentrate on
just one. Ray breaks the kiss, saying, "Damn, your body feels good, Dylan, I
really like this. Your hard cock feels good too, you're a sexy fucker ain't ya?"
I'm gasping for air so just nod my head like Ryan does. Ray chuckles at that,
saying, "Just seeing how hot I'm getting you, is turning me on too. This
boyfriend thing is going to be better than I expected, and I don't mind
admitting that, because I'm not the kind of kid that thinks he knows it all.
You'll probably be showing me stuff almost as much as I'll be showing you stuff
that's sexy." His speeches in between making-out, or when I was sucking his cock
earlier, allows me to catch my breath and tamp down the need to fire my orgasm
all over the place. I rub my nose on his shoulder as he moves his arms and the
sexual pheromones he's putting out along with his boyish BO forces another low
moan of pleasure from my throat, "Mmmmmm, aaah," as Ray says, "Let yourself
enjoy the pleasure of being with a real man, Dylan. I'm gonna be the best
boyfriend you ever had. Don't ya think so?" How he can make these statements
and still ask his questions right in the middle of this hot make-out indicates to me
that he isn't experiencing the level of heat from me that I'm experiencing.
That's both surprising and disappointing. I guess I'm used to boys getting hot
when having a sexy interlude with me. Of course most boys I've been with are
gay, not bisexual.

Ray
has a very nice way of rubbing and squeezing different parts of my body,
especially my chest and I'm thinking he does that because he's used to
feeling-up girl's tits. Whatever his reasons, all the touching and squeezing is
causing random shivers here and there on my body. He sucks on my tongue at the
same time he's doing the rubbing and squeezing and it's got my body vibrating
and sending signals to the pleasure parts of my brain that results in keeping my
cock hard and my balls loading-up with sperm. I'm convinced now that he is
bisexual, and I also know for sure is that he really knows how to make-out.
I've definitely underestimated this kid. His surprisingly tight body is nice to
hold onto and the weight lifting he's done has put muscle on his rather slim
frame; slim frame with wide shoulders. There's some hair on his chest between
his pecs and a light trail going from his belly button to his pubic patch. It's
all turning me on, and I speculate again that the relative newness of sex with
Ray is partially responsible for the heightened sexiness I'm experiencing. He's
really come a long way during the three years I've known him, although I haven't
really known him very well during that time. It appears I'm going to get to know him
a lot better in the weeks to come. Taking a break from making out, Ray breathes
deeply, and then mutters, "Whoa, it's a shock to me how much your body turns me
on." After another deep breath, he adds, "And like I said before, it's
especially hot seeing how receptive you are to me. I'm obviously a major turn-on
for you, aren't I?" Before I can answer, he adds, "I've never made-out to this
degree with you or any boy, so I really didn't know what to expect. You're into
my making out, aren't you?" He wants reassurances I'm getting off on him. I wait
a second before answering him to see if he's done talking, and find he isn't. He
says, "Don't feel self-conscious about being overwhelmed by a kid two years
younger than you, and don't worry that I'll go around bragging about how hot I get
you. That's not happening because I don't kiss and tell. Are you surprised I can
turn you on so much?" His face is close to mine and his breath's in my face;
it's very fresh, very pleasant. Everything is clean and fresh about Ray except
his asshole and his tendency for BO, and that's just one more oddity about Ray.
He's waiting, so I say, "You're right, I didn't think I'd get this turned-on.
And yes, you're very sexy and very good at pleasuring your sex partner. I'm
seriously impressed, Ray, and the fact you're two years younger then me doesn't
bother me at all." He says, "No offense intended, Dylan, but a simply yes or no
answer would have sufficed. We're involved in a sexual situation here and if you
go into a long monologue every time I ask you a question, it sorta messes up the
mood. Like I said, no offense intended... just saying. I'm the man here, and
I'll be asking you questions from time to time, but I expect concise answers. I
hope I don't sound too much like 'that guy', but we might as well understand
each other right from the start. Do you agree?" I'm sucking on my lips to keep
from laughing or at least smiling, but at the same time his audacity is dominant
enough to get me squirming against his body. I manage to do Ryan's fast head nod
again, and Ray nods his head too, muttering, "Good, we understand each other.
You're gonna do good as my boyfriend, I was right about that. You ready to get
fucked?" I still don't trust my voice, it might betray the humor I see in Ray,
or my submissiveness and he doesn't need any encouragement it that regard. He's
sexy as hell to me, but his unintentional humor is hard not to laugh at, while
at the same time his unintentional dominant manner can't be ignored either. I
manage the fast head nod up and down, so Ray says, "You're excited, I can see
that. You're doing good so far, but let's see if you can take my big cock as well
as you did last time. I intend to show you that you've finally got a boyfriend
who's capable of taking care of your gay sexual needs." Lying on my back now
with Ray lying next to me with his arm around my neck and his face close to
mine, he looks at me for a second, gives me a kiss, then says, "Don't get
pissed-off, but for purposes of full disclosure, I need to inform you I'm going
out with a girl I met on the job last week. She thinks I'm hot so you'll
probably need to share me with her. I can handle both of you, so neither of you
will feel neglected. Just want to be up front with you. I'm the guy in our
relationship and guys like me might have two or three boys or girls going at the
same time. You shouldn't have a problem with that since Dickers is your
boyfriend, too. I already told you that was alright, but no one else for you. You
understand that don't you." Oh man, I cover my mouth and do another phony cough
and then manage to go, "Uh huh," and Ray smiles, "You're jealous aren't you? I
can tell." He rubs my shoulder, murmuring, "Don't be jealous, I won't ignore
you."

After
a bit, he explains, "I'm going to fuck you the way I liked fucking Terry. Flop
over on your stomach." I do that, laying the side of my forehead on my crossed
forearms, looking back at Ray. He grabs both my buttocks and squeezes them, then
pulls them apart, "Good, no hair around your ass. I didn't remember if there was
any the last time I fucked you. Nice ass, by the way." He asks, "Do you have a
little pillow you could lay on? You know, under your stomach? It'll get your ass
up for me?" He can never leave it at just that, of course. Before I can answer,
he's saying, "I can fuck you this way, but Terry said it felt better when his
ass was up a little. This is an example of how I take care of my girls whether
they're boy/girls or girl/girls, not that I think you're a girl, so don't feel
bad. Ya got a pillow?" I grin, 'cause he's so dead serious about everything,
then I say, "Yep, I'll get it." He goes, "No, that's my job. Where is it?" I tell
him to check the closet. He nimbly hops of the couch and finds a regular pillow
in the closet and brings it over to me. "Lift up, Dylan," and when I do he puts
the pillow under my crotch. My dick is only semi-hard now because Ray's
conversation tends to reduce the sexual heat I'm feeling. He roughly spreads my
buttocks again, stretching my anus, "Nice rosebud asshole, Dylan." I'm past
ready to feel his cock up my ass now, but say nothing because it might get him
 talking again. For the second time this afternoon one of his fingers
goes in my ass, "Still tight, but I'll loosen it up. I'm going to fuck you just
like I fuck the chicks. It helps me keep my boner hard thinking of your asshole
as a girl's pussy. It's been awhile and I'm out of practice, but I'll get back
in the saddle fucking a boy's ass. You were the last boy I fucked 'cause I had
to dump Terry over a year ago." His cock's head is at my anus, "No lubricated
condom to help entry, so you'll just need to take it," and he forces it inside
me. The head of his cock is just inside my sphincter muscle and it's immediately  obvious his cock is fatter than Ryan's. From sucking Ray's dick I know it's not
as long as Ryan's, but definitely fatter. The two previous times Ray fucked me
it felt real good, real fast. More talking from Ray, "I'm considerate
with my girls so I'll be giving your pussy time to accommodate my big cock. Bite
your lips 'cause it'll ruin it for both of us if you start screaming." I'm going
to scream if he doesn't shut up. Ray slowly forces his cock up my rectum while
he does noisy breathing through his nose, then mumbles, "Man this feels good. I
forgot the difference between a girl's pussy and a boy's pussy. It's good to be
back up a boy's tunnel again. Damn, this feels awesome all over my boner at the
same time; with a girl, most of the sensations come from her pubic bone." He
stretches both my buttocks apart, stretching my anus sideways. His cock's not
especially painful because my ass has been seasoned to accept cocks, but my
stretched anus is killing me. I go, "My anus, Ray... stop stretching it. He
goes, "Shhhhh," and I now feel his pubic hair tickling my butt cheeks, then his
crotch is tight against those cheeks and he mercifully lets go of both of them
and massages my shoulders instead. Ray lets a quiet pleasure sound out,
"Aaaaaah, yeaaaah," and be begins withdrawing his cock slowly. It's fat, but
already feels good so I tighten the muscles in my rectum and Ray groans,
"Oooooh." He takes some quick breaths and asks, "You getting a sexual thrill
yet, Dylan?" and my shoulders shudder as I moan and close my eyes because it
does feel great. It's sexy having a different cock fucking me, and Ray's BO
mixed with his normal body scent is in my head making my eyes blink as my ass
spasms. He grunts, "You're loving it, ain't ya?" I nod my head and try not to
moan again. I don't want Ray to hear the embarrassing sighs of pleasure Ryan's
used to hearing when he fucks me. If Ray hears them he'll accuse me of being
girlie.

Ray's
got a grip on both my hips now as he's pushing his boner back up my ass tightly,
but when he withdraws, he pulls it totally out of my asshole, muttering,
"Dammit," and pushes it back in a little faster. Leaning against me partially,
he moves his hands to either side of my chest, breathlessly saying, "I'd
forgotten how hot it is to fuck another boy. I'm real glad we're gonna be
boyfriends, Dylan, because I'm really into this and doing you bareback is off
the charts hot, dude. Terry's ass can't compare to yours. Here we go," and he
starts fucking me steadily, but after only two minutes he begins
thrusting faster. I bury my face in the chaise lounge cushion moaning with
pleasure as quietly as I can. Ray's expressing his pleasure with various grunts,
each drive up my ass with his very fat and pretty long cock ends with him
slamming his crotch into my buttocks creating distinct skin against skin sounds
that fill the room. He is giving me an excellent straightforward fuck and I'm
soon squirming under him, moaning exactly like I do with Ryan. My whole body is
alive with tantalizing sexual sensations. Ray's BO and personal scent are all I
smell, and his cock driving tightly up my ass is all I know. Sweat begins
dropping from Ray's face to splatter on my back and it's sweaty between my ass
and his crotch during his relentless rush to orgasm. He changes
his hip thrusts, driving his hard as steel boner in a more upward manner that has
me moaning from the incredible sensations emanating from my rectum and prostate gland.
"Ooooooh, gawwwwd, un, un, oooh," my climax is building to a powerful stage as I
begin humping up off the pillow to meet his incoming cock and now Ray lets out a
long, "Mmmmmmmm, oooh, ooh," and as his cum gushes up my ass, I do a long,
"Eeeee, aaahhhh," and blow my load on the pillow, my body flopping upward with
Ray hammering his cock in my ass. He's back to grunting as another stream of cum
flies from my balls and my body flops around on the chaise lounge. Ray drops
onto me, his sweaty chest sliding on my back as he does little hard humps in my
ass and then shuts it down, breathing fast. His heart's beating against my chest
like a hummingbird's. My cock is still sending out pleasure signals along with
my cock-filled rectum. Not for long though, because Ray pulls out, muttering,
"What an excellent fuck." I'm expecting some macho slaps on my ass, but he just
stands up, to say, "That should hold you over for a few days. How'd you like my
fucking, Dylan? Was it as good as you remembered?" I'm dizzy actually, and still
out of breath with sexy sensations buzzing around. I'd kinda like Ray to do a
little hugging while I come down off my orgasm high, so I say, "Yeah, you're
awesome at fucking, Ray. How 'bout a little hugging afterwards though; we're
boyfriends, right?" He walks toward the powder room saying, "Yeah we are, but I
don't do any hugging after fucking girls so I'm certainly not going to do any
after fucking you. Get serious," and he's inside the bathroom. Someone else said
when the fuck is over, it's over. Was it Chubby? These straight and bi guys are
about as romantic as a blow-up toy. It was a good sexual experience, but not
really up there with Ryan's and Robby's. Jeez, I may have chosen the wrong
side-sex partner. I mean, the laughs are good and the fuck was good, but there
wasn't much of a thrill now that I think of it. Of course, any climax,
especially while being fucked, is a thrill, but I'm talking about a special thrill. The
make-out was hot, but all Ray's talking kinda negated a lot of the sexiness. To
be honest, I thought it would be hotter with Ray. Love his whiskers though,
hmmm. Okay, maybe next time he won't need to be so talkative.

He
comes out drying his cock on a hand towel, saying, "I washed my dick with soap
and water because it was up your poop chute without a condom." I get up, feeling
my ass, with nothing to say to that. Ray's cum is drooling down to my thigh, and
my crotch is dripping with my cum from the pillow. Ray says, "Can I have a soda
or something," as he pulls on his underwear. I mumble, "Sure, is a Coke okay?"
Ray, pulls his shorts up, "Yep, that'll be great. You need to take a quick
shower and then I'll treat you to dinner. Where would you like to go?" I shrug
as I'm gathering up my clothes from where Ray randomly dropped them when he
undressed me. "How 'bout McDonald's?" He says, "You got it; this was an awesome
start for us boyfriends, wouldn't you say?" He's fully dressed looking happy and
maybe a little smug. I say, "Yes, it was, Ray," and Ray says, "Ya happy I'm
finally your boyfriend?" Naked, with my clothes on my arm, I put my other arm
around Ray's neck smiling at him, "Yep, I am," but I'm not really so sure that I
am. Maybe I'll give it another week and see how it goes. Going up the steps
Ray's saying, "I knew you loved the way I fuck you from my past experiences with
you, limited as they were, but I'm feeling more now from you. It's like,
you're gay and I can see now from your reaction to me that I'm the kind of man
you've been looking for, and that's not really a surprise to me, but don't get
ahead of yourself, okay? It's just your first night as my boyfriend and I need
more than just one night to see how I feel about us. No promises, but you're off
to a damn good start." I grin, muttering, "I'll try my best, Ray." We're
upstairs now and I'm still bare ass naked as I get Ray a Coke from the
refrigerator and hand it to him. "Thanks, Dylan," as he twists off the cap and
takes a drink, and then says, "You know how to treat your boyfriend right and it
makes me feel special. Frankly, it surprised me that you jumped at my offer so
quickly." I say, "I didn't jump at anything, Ray. I thought about it after the
kiss you gave me and decided I'll give it a try." He shrugs, "I thought you'd be
harder to convince, that's all. I had you built-up in my mind as this almost
unattainable prize, and that's the kind of challenge that gets my juices
flowing. Now that I got ya where I want ya, I'm beginning to wonder if you
actually are more special than anyone else. I'm not saying your not special in
your own way because you are, but now I'm thinking maybe it's you who actually
won the prize. I'm not bragging, but I'm probably the hottest guy you've been
with." He's getting less funny the longer he talks. I say, "I'm gonna take that
shower now, Ray, but you're not the hottest guy I've ever been with." As I'm
walking away, he says, "Dammit, I forgot how sensitive you are. I didn't mean to
insult you." In the shower, I'm running things over in my head thinking I'll keep
this experience to myself and pretend I still haven't decided on my side-sex
guy. Now, I'm looking at Lee as the next candidate. It's going outside the rules of
the threesome that I agreed to, but I'll only do it this one time. Somehow,
while we're eating dinner, I'll explain to Ray it's not really working. That's
if I can get a word in edgewise. He's not a bad kid, but he's gone off the
tracks a little and getting a big head. Ryan, and certainly Robby, are much less
trouble. Ray's a handful and he talks too much; he talks too much nonsense as
well.

Getting
dressed after drying off, now I'm sorta feeling bad for Ray because so many guys
misunderstand him. Maybe one more time with him and I'll forget about Lee; I
don't even know if Lee's really interested in me anyway. Wearing shorts, a
tee-shirt, and sandals I come out and find Ray admiring himself in the mirror.
He sees me and says, "Damn good haircut, Dylan. Would you consider giving a
couple of my buds haircuts?" I mutter, "Probably not, Ray, I'm pretty busy with
work and whatnot." He goes, "Just asking. Okay, let's get something to eat, I
feel great." He heads towards the door and for a chuckle, I say, "Aren't you
going to hold my hand?" He laughs out loud, then says, "You're the gay boy,
Dylan, not me. Hold your hand, my ass. Forget that gay stuff when your with me
except when I'm fucking you or you're sucking my cock. Fer chrissakes, I gave in
on the making-out and that's cool, but that's as far as I'll go with the gay
stuff." I go, "I was fuckin' kidding, Ray," and he mutters, "No you weren't." We
go down the steps silently, and at the bottom he says, "Look, we've just started
going out together so help me out here. We're in the feeling-out phase of our
relationship. You compromise and I'll compromise and we'll find a happy medium,
okay?" He gives my shoulder a quick squeeze, "I like you, Dylan, don't worry.
Who knows, maybe you'll convince me to hold your hand at some point, but don't
try to rush things," and he holds my hand for a second, adding, "See, I'm
already trying to please." He give me a smile and holds my hand for another
second, saying with a grin, "I did it a second time too, now let's get in the
car." Inside the car I press the point, not because I really want him to hold
hands, but just to see what he'll say, see if I can decipher how his brain
works. I say, "You hold hands with your girlfriends, don't you?" He goes,
"Sometimes, but they're really girls. You just do the girl's part during sex,
there's a big difference. Grow some tits and maybe I'll hold your hand." I'm
back to thinking this is a bad arrangement and it has nothing to do with holding
hands. The rest of the ride is Ray giving me half-compliments. Some sound
like he's looking down his nose that a guy would accept the female role during
sex, and some sound like he admires me for doing it. By the time we get to
McDonald's, I couldn't tell you what his conclusion is, and he probably couldn't
either.

Inside, we're standing in line when a kid shouts over to Ray from a table with two other
kids, "Ray, eat with us, ya hound dog." I look over and see three kids about
Ray's age and all of them have longish scraggily hair; they're typically dressed
wearing baggy shorts and tee-shirts. At first glance, none of the boys appears
particularly cute or particularly unattractive, they're average looking kids. Ray says
to me, "Go on over there and introduce yourself, I'll get you some dinner and
bring it over. They're some of my troops who are good kids, just a little
immature." I hesitate, so he says, "Go ahead, don't be shy. You'll be hangin'
with us now that your my boyfriend." This is awkward, but I'm not going to stand
here and argue because people in line are listening and gawking at us. I walk
over and a blonde kid says, "You're Ray's boyfriend, aren't you?" That
takes me totally by surprise. I stammer, "Wha? Um, did, ah, he tell you that?"
He says, "Yeah, sit down and let us ask you a few questions. I'm Mark, by the
way, Mark Cranston." I sit down and Mark leans over the table holding out his
fist so I bump it with mine and the kid next to me, says, "I'm Devon, what's
your name?" I mumble, "Dylan, nice to meet ya," and we bump fist. The third kid
is tall and skinny, he says, "How ya doing, Dylan? Did Ray, you know, do you up
your rear end tonight?" I mumble, "What are you talking about? What, did he do
you up your rear end?" He laughs, "Hahaha, hell no, I'm not gay. Um, not that
there's anything wrong with that, ya know? I'm not dissing you, dude." I ask,
"What's Ray been telling you guys?" Mark goes, "He told us he's rolling with the
bisexual thing for awhile; switch hitting by fucking his girls and his, you
know... gay guys too. And he said you're a college kid, so we're impressed with
Ray, ya know, doing a college kid. Walt Timmons is bisexual too, it's not
unheard of ya know."

No, but Walt Timmons, as far as I'm concerned, is somebody that I've
never heard of before.  My friends think Ray's a dink, but his buddies
think he's 'the man'. I'm feeling uncomfortable with these eighteen year old
kids grilling me. Looking over to see what Ray's doing, I see he's getting our
drinks. Devon says with a giggle, "Ya looking for your boyfriend, Dylan?" I go,
"Yeah, I wondered... I mean, no I'm not looking for anyone." The really skinny
kid asks, "What's it feel like?" I ask, "What's what feel like?" and he says,
"You know, taking Ray's big salami up your ass. Doesn't that hurt?" I say, "No,
it doesn't... well, it can, but not always. Um, how do you know Ray did that,
or, um, why do you think he did that, I mean?" Skinny says, "Because Ray's the
man, he's the coolest. Good at basketball too. He's got a gay brother you know,
which he says is the reason he's walking on the other side of the tracks to see
what it's like." Ray puts the tray down, asking, "What the fuck you telling my
boyfriend, Stringbean?" Stringbean says, "Nothing Ray, just that you da man,"
and they bump fists with Ray muttering, "Ya got that right." He sits down and
passes me a cheeseburger, fries, and a lemon/lime drink. I never drink anything
like Seven-Up because it sucks. Ray says, "This is my new boyfriend, guys. You
straight boys don't know how hot it is to get your boners up another boy's ass."
He cups my chin pulling my head up, saying, "Ain't he cute?" and Devon, who's
kinda cute himself up close, says, "Yeah, he's cuter than that last dog you were
fucking. What was her name?" Ray goes, "Oh, you mean Alice. Yeah, she was a dog,
but how 'bout the jugs on her? Anyway, she wasn't my last girlfriend, I just
dumped my last one, which opened things up for Dylan here, and he rushed right
in to fill the void." Mark's got a mouthful of burger, saying, "She could have
the biggest jugs ever and I still wouldn't pork her," food particles flying from
his mouth. Ray and his troop of three laughs, with Ray saying, "You've never
fucked anyone in your life, Mark." Oh brother, was I ever this immature? I take
a bite, kinda hungry myself, and my eyes get big, as I ask, "What's this shit,
Ray?" He goes, "What, your filet-o-fish? I got the same thing, and like I
did with my last girlfriend, I'm gonna see that you eat healthy." Stringbean
cackles, saying, "Healthy my ass. That thing's got three hundred and fifty
calories and it's full of fat. Read the sign, filet-o-fish has fifteen percent
protein. Ya gotta wonder what the other eighty-five percent of that skunky thing
is, bet it's more than fifty percent fat." Ray's indignant, "You numbnuts,
there's cheese and tartar sauce on this thing, both healthy foods, plus the
fish." I say, "I don't care about the calories, this is mushy and greasy and
leaves a nasty fishy aftertaste." They discuss the merits of filet-o-fish as
compared to a Big Mac as I pass my sandwich to Ray.

Eating
my fries while these friends exchange insults, I recall Ray saying he wouldn't
be going around bragging about fucking me. What a liar. Well actually he didn't
do it after he fucked me; he told his buds before he did it. Guess he was pretty
confident I'd come through for him. Well, that's what I get for hooking up with
an eighteen year old eccentric. Dammit! I need to make better choices. It's not
that I particularly care that these kids know I'm gay; I mean, I am out of the
closet, but it's just not right to relate to your friends details about the sex
you've just had. I've never done that. Not classy at all, that's what it is. Ray eats my
filet-o-fish saying, "Okay, I should have asked you what you wanted, Dylan. Tell
me and I'll get it for ya." Devon says, "You must be making good bucks, Ray, to
buy your girlfriend, um, I mean your boyfriends and girlfriends dinner after you
have your way with them." There's general giggling from the trio, as Ray goes, "Oh
yeah, the money's good, but let me tell you about this chick I'm going out with
Friday night. She works with me and sorta came on to me." Stringbean says,
"That's why I call you hound dog, dude." Then the four of them go into a ten
minute discussion about girls, discussing which is better, a hot ass or big
tits. I've heard lots of conversation by straight guys like this one, and I used
to chime in with bullshit about what I look for in a girl, but that's before I
came 'out', so I don't bother faking it with these guys. Then Mark asks, "What's
with that fucked-up haircut ya got, Ray. It's worse than your last one." Devon
says, "I gotta second that analysis, boss," but Stringbean says, "It looks cool,
Ray. Don't listen to these assholes." Ray says, "I've heard it all before and
I'll tell ya the same thing I told you the last time. This is a cool hair style;
it's what my teammates mostly rock, so I'll rock it too. And fuck you, but not
you, Stringbean." Steingbean must be the suck-up in the group. Stringbean asks,
"How do you think I'd look with that haircut, Ray?" Mark mutters, "Does the word
'dork' ring a bell with you, Bean?" Ray says, "Up yours, Mark!" then to Bean,
"You'd look almost as cool as me, Stringbean. Maybe I can get my boyfriend to
give you a haircut like mine. Would you, Dylan?" Mark and Devon, who dumped on
the haircut go, "Ooops, hee hee, my bad, Dylan, I didn't know you were Ray's
butcher, um, I mean, barber. It's a well done haircut, just not my style." Ray
says, "You don't got style, Mark," then to me, "Will you give my bud a haircut?"
I look at Stringbean who has light-brown wavy, long hair. Might be fun to cut
that down to a burr. I ask him, "You want a haircut like hound dog has, I mean
Ray has?" I pick up other guys mannerisms and jargon too easily. Stringbean
says, "Well, I'm thinking about it. What do you think, Ray?" Ray's finished his
seven hundred calories of filet-o-fish and says, "Go for it, Bean. You'll be my
wing man, dude." Bean looks at me, "Would you, Dylan?" I guess he wants to be
Ray's wing man. I shrug, "Sure, why not." Ray says, "It's settled then, after I
get Dylan his sandwich, we'll take care of it. Right, Dylan?" I say, "A double
cheeseburger and a Coke. Then you got yourself a deal." Mark says, "You're nuts,
Bean! Get your wing man to drive you home; Devon and me are outta here. See ya
later Ray, you too I guess, Dylan." They get up as Ray and Stringbean mutter,
"See ya later."  Mark stands behind me and rubs his hand across my head
pulling it back, saying, "Kiss me goodbye, Dylan." Ray goes, "Goddamn you,
Mark," and he jumps up with Mark saying, "Sorry, Ray, I'm kidding, that's all. I
didn't mean nothing by it." "Keep your hands off him, all of you," then to me,
"I'll get that sandwich for ya now," and Bean reminds him, "And a Coke." When
Ray's gone, Bean asks, "Do you really think I'll look okay with that short
haircut you and your boyfriend have?" There's always a kid like Bean in any
group of friends, he just accepts he's the nerd in the group and is just happy
to be part of it in any capacity. I go, "If you like the way me and Ray look
with this haircut, then you'll like the way you will look with it. That's all I
can tell you." He looks worried, so I add, "Change your mind if you want, Bean, that's allowed."

Ray's
back handing me my burger and Coke, telling Stringbean, "Waffle boy just came in
with his girlfriend, he says you told him about me trying the bisexual thing.
You're not supposed to be spreading that around; it's for us guys to know and
it's nobody else's business." Bean looks properly chastised, mumbling, "Sorry,
Ray, I thought you included Waffle in our group." Ray goes, "Well, I don't,
numbnuts." Bean frowns and looks down at the table mumbling, "Sorry, I already
said I was sorry." Ray's slurping the last of his soda through a straw making
that annoying sound. Then he says, "Oh, it's okay, Bean. Sorry I yelled at you,"
and he reaching across the table with his soda cup, asking, "Ya want some,
Bean?" Bean takes it and sucks on the straw making the same annoying sound Ray
made. I roll my eyes; what a crew. Ray asks, "If ya still want the haircut,
Bean, I'll get my boyfriend to do it for you." Bean's like, "I'm not sure, what
do you think, Ray?" Ray goes, "I already told you it's cool, what more do you
want me to say?" Bean sucks on the ice again through the straw, then mumbles,
"Yeah, I'll do it." Ray says to me, "Finish up, Dylan, I want you to give my
homie a haircut like mine." I puff my cheeks out blowing air out, then say,
"Sure, Ray." He pats my back muttering, "Thanks," then asking, "What do you
think of my troop?" I go, "Like you said, Ray, they're cool guys." He goes,
"Yeah, and now you're one of my troop, too." My fetish loves it and overrides my
common sense telling me, 'This
is one of the craziest ideas you've ever had!'  We dump our trash
and go outside. I could really use a cigarette right about now, except Ray would
be a pain in the ass about it, so it's not worth the hassle. Bean says, "I got
the shotgun seat," and Ray says, "You called it first, Bean," then to me, "You
get in the back, Dylan. Whoever calls it first gets the shotgun seat." I shrug
thinking, 'Did my friends ever do that?' Then conclude that we did. Jesus,
there's a lot of difference between being eighteen and twenty, which I'll be in
a month.

At
my condo Bean says, "Nice place, Dylan," and we go on down to the finished
basement with me staring at Bean's head of hair. This is going to be fun, and
why not get another fuck from Ray afterwards too, make the best of the night.
Ray says, "Take off your shirt, Stringbean, and sit on the stool." As he's doing
that I get the clippers out, plus my barber scissors out. Bean's hair is almost
to his shoulders so I cut the bulk of it off with scissors. The clippers would
cut right through it, but it'll be fun cutting it twice: once with scissors and
once with the clippers. Making the most of the situation is a good way to roll.
Bean's skinny and tall and hiz shoulders slump as he sits on the stool. After
plugging in the clippers, I pick up the scissors and comb. First I comb Bean's  hair, and nice hair it is too. It's clean like Bean; he smells like Old Spice
underarm deodorant. I then comb his bangs down so that they cover his face
down to his chin. The scissors make a 'scrunch' sound as I cut near his
hairline and nine inches of light brown hair falls in Bean's lap. "Scrunch" goes
the scissors further over on his forehead and another big pile of hair lands in
his lap. He absently picks up a handful, muttering, "Jesus...." I comb up a
long pile of hair on the side and "scrunch", cut a big swath of hair the length
of the scissor blades. "Scrunch" after "Scrunch" after "Scrunch," until his  all his hair is cut to about two and a half inches. This is the most hair I've ever
cut off anyone and it's fun! Ray's not even paying attention, he's reading an
old copy of Sports Illustrated and Bean's been quiet, looking like a sheared
lamb after all its wool's been cut off. I'm on a roll, so I turn on the
clippers and take the two and a half inch hair on the back of his head down to a
quarter-inch. I can see now that Bean, while he had a lot of long hair, doesn't
have particularly dense hair because his scalp shows with the quarter inch hair.
Too late now. Running the clippers up the back and sides of his head, time after
time, gets the soft hairs falling in a cascade continuously from the
clippers over my hand, and onto Bean's slumped shoulders before sliding to the
floor. Not a sound from Bean. In deference to Bean's less than dense hair, I use
the clippers over comb to cut the burr haircut on the top to
a little over a half inch. Ray's is half that length. I can still see
Bean's scalp, but it's not too noticeable. After blending everything and using
the trimmers to outline around his ears and taper the hairs at the back of his
head a little, I put the trimmers down and use both hands to vigorously massage
his burr haircut getting lots of little clippings to fall on his shoulders, as some fly off to attach themselves to my shirt. After I'm done, Bean turns to me smiling,
saying, "That felt good. My scalps tingly all over," so I grin at him and do it
again. Ray looks up, asking, "Why didn't you give me a scalp massage?" I walk
over and do it for Ray, who grins, muttering, "Cool." Bean's feeling his hair,
saying, "It feels cool! I never had short hair before in my life. I like how it
feels." Ray's rubbing his own head, saying, "Yeah, and it's zero trouble to take
care of. Let me do that head massage, Bean." He walks over and really rubs
Bean's scalp. "ooooh, that feels good," Bean coos.

We
sweep up the hair and dump it in the trash. I'm pleasantly surprised Stringbean
is so enamored with his haircut because he went from one extreme to another; it's an
amazing transformation that served him well in the looks department. With his
old Jesus hairdo, parted in the middle, the same long length all around his
head, and long hairs constantly drifting in his face he had the appearance of a
starving homeless person. Now he looks like an all American starving
teenager; that boy needs to put on some weight. Ray says, "Keep me company when
I drive Bean home, Dylan," sounding like an order, but it's just Ray's manner
and not meant to be offensive. If I said I was staying in for the night, that
would be that. Ray's not particularly the dominant type although he is the
leader of the pack when it comes to his posse. He's got unwarranted confidence, and apparent leadership ability, so long as he's not dealing with 'A'
personality types. I say unwarranted confidence because he's considered a clown
by many kids I know, but he refuses to believe it, so good for him. I go along
for the ride hoping Ray has the same thing in mind I have, which is an encore of
our earlier sex. I'm used to that with Ryan and Robby, and with Willie before
that. It's something I enjoy the hell out of so why not go for it? Bean has lots
of hair clippings on his shoulders and chest so I rub them off enjoying the feel
of his skin. When I've got most of them off, he mutters, "Thanks, Dylan," and I
give the back of his neck a squeeze because he's a good kid. He smiles at me and
squeezes the back of my neck chuckling and I give a thought to having sex with a
kid as skinny as Bean. It would be different, but at McDonald's, he jumped on the 'I'm not
gay' theme that had a ring of truth to it. Hell, most kids
aren't gay. Ray asks, "We ready to go?" Bean says, "Yeah, I can't wait to show my
dad my new haircut, he's gonna love it!" We trudge upstairs and outside, then
down the cement steps to the car below. Bean says to me, "My call for shotgun holds over for the night, so you have the backseat again." I shrug because
who gives a shit? During the ride to Bean's house, him and Ray talk about stuff
I'm not involved in, situations they're familiar with. Then at a red light Ray
turns to me, saying, "Sorry you're kinda excluded from the conversation, Dylan,
but you'll be one of my posse now so you'll have stuff to talk about too after
awhile." Then he asks if I'll be at his basketball game on Wednesday night. Well, Rob and Ryan will be at baseball practice, so I say, "I'd like to go, Ray,
but my brother will probably be using our car." Bean says, "I'll pick you up,
Dylan, I can use my mom's car." Ray goes, "It's settled then. I'm working
tomorrow night so I'll see you both Wednesday night and, um, I'll give you a
ride home afterwards, Dylan, and you can service your boyfriend." That gets me
blushing and Bean snickering, then he punches Ray's shoulder, muttering, "The
hound dog." Bean and I exchange text addresses, then Ray and I do the same as
we're parked outside Bean's house in a nice middle-class neighborhood. After
exchanging fist bumps and saying goodbye, I get into Bean's shotgun seat.

Ray
says, "I need to get us some dessert to top off our date." I go, "I know
something that would top it off better than ice cream." Ray laughs, then says,
"It's funny the way things turn around. I used to beg you for sex and now you're
begging me." I snap, "I'm not begging you for anything. It's just a suggestion."
He says, "Well, I'll tell ya...."

to
be continued...    Donny Mumford   thinkat20@yahoo.com

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