Date: Mon, 7 Oct 2013 05:09:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: final edited Chapter  31 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


				Chapter  31


			     by Donny Mumford


Wow,
Ray gave me one hell of a fuck in the backseat of his car after the softball game
Sunday. It left me walking bowlegged with my ass protruding, and that hasn't
happened since Key West. That was an hour and a half ago though, and my
asshole's has closed up to pretty much normal after being stretched unbelievably
by the mushroom head of Ray's cock. I didn't notice the big mushroom head the
first couple of times we had sex, although he's always fucked good. Lately he's
becoming more sexually aroused and that's causing the head of his cock to swell
up big time. He's probably getting more aroused because of the foreplay we've
been doing. Whatever it is, he claims he's never been as turned on as he is by
our latest sex together. It's about as good as it gets, but I'm not experiencing
the sexual heat from sex with Ray that I get from Robby, and especially Ryan.
With Ray it's ancillary things that get me hot, like his whiskers, chest hair,
and especially his sexy BO smell, which isn't the offensive kind of BO at all. I
smell my arms that rubbed Ray's pits when I hugged him, and his BO smell is very
prevalent on them still. The odor's associated with that great fuck and smelling
it makes my dick move in my pants. Like I said, the BO gets me aroused during
foreplay too, but naturally the mushroom head on his cock takes over once he
begins fucking me. Anyway, it was great, but while getting fucked I missed an
invitation to dinner from Chubby and a few friends from Merrimack. So, I
expected to be staying in tonight, except just now a posse member, Manny, called
to invite me to play poker with some of the guys. It's a dime/quarter game,
which means a dime ante and a maximum bet of a quarter, and probably a limit of
three raises. So you can lose money of course, but it's highly unlikely anyone,
even a sucky poker player like me, will lose twenty dollars. I'm kinda looking
forward to it, but Ray won't be there so I'm a tad uncomfortable too, as I hardly
know the guys. Guess I need get to know them since I'm in Ray's posse now. With
Ryan in Georgia, and Ray fucking me so good, I'm gonna see if this posse thing
works for me. Manny's picking me up any minute now.


I
go outside and wander down the steps to the curb smelling one arm, then the
other. Damn, Ray's sexy BO scent is on both my arms and now it's got me playing
pocket ball with myself. Manny drives up with ponytailed, Dawg, in the passenger
seat. They both get out for our ritual fist bump and quick hug. Manny's like,
"Dylan, my favorite barber. How ya doing, dude?" Dawg's the quiet one,
muttering, "Hi, Dylan," with his hug. I return their greetings and we get in the
car. As the posse rookie, I sit in the back seat. Dawg turns around in his seat,
and says, "I feel left out being the only one without one of your haircuts,
Dylan." I tell him, "Anytime, Dawg. What's your real name anyway?" He says,
"Dwight Dawkins, but my friends call me, Dawg." I go, "Well, okay then, Dawg it
is." He asks, "What about a haircut?" He's very soft spoken, which doesn't go at
all with his tattoos, pierced eyebrow and lip, and those extender earrings, or
whatever they're called. I say, "Of course, Dawg, everyone in the posse gets
free haircuts. What'd you have in mind?" He shrugs, "I've been rocking my
ponytail all my life. It's scary thinking of getting it cut off." Manny says,
"If you're gonna do it, do it all the way and get a burr haircut like Ray and I
have; don't go half-ass." Dawg looks back at me, asking, "Whadda you think?" I
go, "Whatever you feel comfortable with, Dawg." He frowns, muttering, "I'm gonna
do it because I need a change." Damn, it'll be cool cutting his ponytail off. I
say, "Sometime next week, okay? Some day around five o'clock." Dawg again
mutters, "I'm gonna do it," and Manny asks, "How about now, Dylan, before Dawg
can change his mind. It'll blow the guys' minds at the card game." Dawg goes,
"Oh God," and I shrug, mumbling, "Sure, it won't take long." Manny pulls onto a
side street and turns the car around, saying to me, "Text Jameson that we'll be
a couple minutes late, but don't tell him why." He gives me the number and I
text that we'll be late, but we'll have a big surprise for them. Dawg's playing
with his ponytail, looking worried. Manny parks at my place again, and the three
of us go up the steps with Manny asking, "Can I cut the ponytail off, Dawg?"
Dawg mumbles, "Oh God, I guess."


We
go downstairs where Manny says, "You need
to take your shirt off, Dawg." Dawg mutters, "Oh God," as he pulls his tee-shirt
over his head. I check for chest hair, but Dawg's like me, smooth chested. Manny
tells me to get the barber stuff and for Dawg to sit on the stool. Plugging in
the clippers, Manny asks, "Should I use clipper or scissors, Dylan?" I hand him
the scissors, saying, "Just above the elastic band is where you
want to cut. You'll probably need to work your way through it because it won't
come off with one snip of the scissors." He picks up the ponytail, grinning at
me, and without giving Dawg one last chance to change his mind, Manny starts
sawing through all that hair. The scissors are very sharp and it takes only
three tries before the long ponytail comes away in Manny's hand. He twirls it
around his head, then lays it across Dawg's shoulder. He reaches up and pulls it
off his shoulder, then throws it on the floor, mumbling, "Good, now I have to go
through with it." I don't mess around with the scissors like I did with Jameson
and Sonny. Using the quarter-inch guide I run the clippers up the side of
his head, and continue around his head as a blizzard of nine-inch long hairs
tumble to the floor. When the sides and back are very short, I comb the top hair
up and run the clippers along the comb and tons more of long hair joins the
pile on the tile floor. Dawg says nothing as I cut and cut. I'm giving him the
short burr version like Ray asked for, and fairly soon Dawg looks scalped
compared to how he looked ten minutes earlier. As I use the trimmers around his
ears, I ask, "Don't you want to feel it, Dawg?" He says, "I'm afraid to." I
finish, thinking this short burr haircut goes with his 'look' better than the
ponytail. I pass him the handheld mirror and he looks at his very short hair,
running his hand over his head. After a few seconds, he says, "Oh God." Manny
rubs Dawg's head, saying, "Now you're finally like the rest of us." I tell him,
"It looks good on you, Dawg, really." We clean up the shorn hair and I put the
clippers and stuff away, then we're on our way to the card game again. Outside
the condo, Dawg says, "I feel the air on my head for the first time ever. I'm
glad I did it." I'm thinking he's trying to talk himself into it, but it's done
now. It would take him two years to grow out his hair as long as it was before
getting it all cut off.


Manny
drives us to Devon's house, which is just down the street from where Bean lives.  After his haircut, Bean took me inside his house to show his parents. I can
only hope Dawg's parents like his new look as much as Bean's parents did. On the
other hand, with all Dawg's body art, his parents apparently don't care what he
looks like. When we park, Manny tells me, "Bring that bag next to you, Dylan." I
get out of the car carrying the bag, realizing it isn't only Ray who treats me
like a rookie in the posse. Manny feels comfortable doing it too: first ordering
me to text Jameson, then giving Dawg and me orders in my condo, and then telling
me to carry his bag of snacks. As we walk up the front walk I rub Dawg's burr
head and he looks at me with a smile, and says quietly, "I forgot to thank you
for the haircut." I go, "No problem, it was fun cutting your hair." Manny rings
the doorbell and Devon's mom answers, saying, "Hi, boys," and then, "Is that you,
Dwight?" Dawg blushes, mumbling, "I got my hair cut off."  She says, "It
looks good, Dwight. The guys are in the rec room downstairs." We mumble,
"Thanks," and I follow Manny and Dawg downstairs. Oh my God, the commotion they
made over Dawg's new look, everyone's rubbing his head, Dawg's face a bright
red. In addition to Manny, Dawg and me in the rec room there's Jameson, Devon
and his brother Sonny.  All with my haircuts. But Bean, who's the only
one besides Ray I sorta feel comfortable with is not there. After Dawg is
mauled, we do the fist bump and quick hug; the three guys in the rec room with
the three of us who have just arrived. When Sonny does it with me he gooses my
ass and drags his lips across my cheek, then says, "Ew, you have BO, Dylan." I
go, "It's Ray's BO, on my arms," and I hold my forearm up for Sonny to smell. He
says, "That's his alright. You were with Ray after the softball game, weren't
you?" I say, "Yeah," and Sonny asks, "What'd you two do together?" I go, "You'll
have to ask Ray, because as far as I'm concerned, it's private." The other guys
are staring at Sonny and me, as interested as Sonny. Jameson says, "Let me smell
your arm," so I hold it up to him, as Manny asks, "What you and Ray did, does it
have anything to do with the way you're walking kinda bowlegged?" Sonny says,
"Oh my God! How'd it feel, Dylan? I might ask Ray to do it to me." Jameson
mutters, "That's Ray's BO, alright, but let's play cards, guys." We get sodas first, then
we stand around eating the snacks. Sonny says to me, "Come on, Dylan, tell me
what it's like having Ray's dick up your rear end; I'm bisexual now, too." I go,
"Sonny, being bisexual isn't something you choose, you either are or you're
not." He says, "Well, I am. What was it like," and he rubs my head and then
squeezes the back of my neck and runs his finger down my back, then gooses my
ass again." Devon shouts, "Sonny! Stop that." Sonny gives me the chills when
he runs his finger down my spine. He says, "I'm not doing anything,
Devon."


We finally
get around to playing cards, but between each hand, whoever's not dealing, gets
up for snacks. I get a goose on my pecker from Sonny a few times with him
grinning at me and putting his index finger to his lips going, "Shhhh," because
he doesn't want me to tell his brother, as if I would. I'm about even,
money-wise, after the first hour. The posse plays all kinds of variations of
poker, rarely seven-card stud or three-card draw. After a hand, Devon says to
me, "Run upstairs, Dylan, and ask my mom or dad for a bag of ice from the
freezer." I hesitate for a second and he shrugs, saying,"You're the rookie; that's what Ray told all of us." I nod my head, muttering, "Yeah, I guess I am,"
and when I go upstairs I hear the TV in the family room, but the kitchen's right
here so instead of bothering his parents I open the freezer and get a bag of ice
and take it to Devon. He says, "Thanks," and pours it in the cooler with the
sodas, and the game goes on. It's funny how emotional these guys get over
winning or losing a hand. Lots of ball busting and joking around, too. It's
actually a fun time except for Sonny trying to prove he's bisexual. Hell, maybe
he is, but leave me out of it. I don't complain though because I'm the new guy
and I don't want to disrupt everyone's good time. I finally win a big pot
playing acey-deucy and now I'm up about eight bucks. Could this be the first
time I win at poker? These guys are very much like the guys at college when we
had a poker game. Maybe I was wrong and you actually don't grow up much in the
almost two years from their age to mine. By the end of the night I'm feeling
like one of the boys, but it's not a winning night for me after all. I end up
losing about three dollars, so it's almost my first winning game of poker. Devon
says he's tired around eleven o'clock, so that's what breaks up the card game.
We all do the one arm hug with a fist bump, which doesn't take long. Devon says
he'll clean up the rec room in the morning and we file out to the cars. On the
way to my house we talk about the game. I get dropped off, and walking up the
steps, I'm feeling pretty good about the night. A few weeks ago I told myself,
half jokingly, I need to make some straight friends around here, not just at
Merrimack, and now I think I have. Sniffing Ray's BO on my arms keeps me awake
as I lay in bed springing a hard boner while thinking about that fuck this
afternoon. After awhile I do something I haven't done in a while, I jerk off
into a sweat sock while smelling my arm laying in bed. I'm not blaming Ryan, but
because of him I can't get by with only random sex. He and I used to fuck three
or four times a day. We're like two peas in a pod when it comes to that. We
turned each other on something crazy like, and it was so friggin' hot and sexy.
Oh my God, Ray's fuck was great, better than great, but he wasn't even going to
do it initially. Only because I joined his posse did he give me what he called a
'bonus fuck'. Robby's got a cold and I can't have sex with Seth tomorrow because
it could mean I'll lose future sex with Ray. My sex life seems mundane without
Ryan and I hate going back to jerking off because the climaxes aren't anything
like the climaxes that come with sex. The orgasm I just had from jerking off was
a pale imitation of the one Ray fucked out of me. There's no residual sensations
after cumming from using your fist, it's just an, "Ooh," and then it's
over.


Well, the
next thing I know it's Monday morning, so my jerk off last night at least
allowed me to get to sleep. And I'm not bowlegged, so alright! Showering washes
Ray's BO off my arm, but I had to shower for that. Then, what the hell, I shave
again. Jeez, doing this every morning is going to be a pain in my ass. But wait,
you don't need to shave, only buzz your whiskers to keep them looking like two
days' growth. Oh yeah, that won't be bad at all. Of course it would help if I
had some whiskers. Outside I find Chubby waiting for me, for once. He's bubbly
about Gina, his new girlfriend, and talks about her halfway to work, then asks
me, "Where were you yesterday? A couple of Merrimack guys and me had dinner at
the Ninety-nine; we had a lot of laughs." I say, "I was hangin' with Ray and the
guys," then to get off that topic, I ask, "What'd you make for our lunch?" He
goes, "You're in for a treat, bro. I've got two of my famous chicken salad
sandwiches on rye bread, two for each of us that is, plus those vanilla cupcakes
that we both love, barbecue potato chips, and large iced teas." I ask, "How many
cupcakes for each of us?" He says, "Well, the minimum I would think is three, so that's what I got." I go, "Excellent!" He asks, "So you were still playing
softball when I called?" I shrug, "I guess so, I didn't have my cell phone with
me when I played, as didn't want to take a chance of breaking it." He tells me some
of the shenanigans he and the Merrimack guys got into at the restaurant, and
then we're at work. Ryan's absence is most obvious to me getting out of
the Jeep at work. He always came right over to me, and then after changing into
our work clothes, we'd sometimes make out in the furnace alcove. Shaking my
head, I walk inside the locker room and change into my work clothes wondering if
Robby's going to make it to work today, and also, where's Seth? I find out the answer
to both questions on the blacktop. Seth had already changed and when he sees me,
he and I walk towards each other, "Yo, Dylan, how was your weekend?" I go, "Hey,
Seth, the weekend was great." He goes, "Today after work," and he takes his hat
off and rubs his hair, asking, "Right?" I nod my head, "That's cool. What kind
of haircut do you want?" He says, "Mostly I want to get rid of this rooster
look. The long hairs going down the middle of my head look silly. I don't know
why I thought it was cool at first." I run my fingers through his hair and is it
ever silky and thick. I say, "Awesome hair though, Seth. I've been giving a lot
of haircuts lately, mostly short haircuts, but I can cut any style." He says, "I
don't know, this is about as short as I've ever had it cut." I tell him about me
giving a buzz cut to Dawg, who had a ponytail. Seth's like, "Talk about
extremes. What do you think about my haircut?" I say, "Well, Robby and I used to
have flattops and that looked cool with our blond hair. How about trying that?"
He says, "Man, that sounds short," and then Robby comes out of the supervisor's
meeting and calls us together. He's really hoarse when he speaks, and his nose is
stuffed-up. He says, "Aha, Homer, you showed up for more. Good for you," and he
pats Homer's back; then, obviously working at being upbeat, although it's a
struggle, he enthusiastically says, "Chubby,
Dylan, Lee, Seth, good to see you this morning. Well, I'm contagious as you can
probably tell, I've got a wicked cold, but my motto is 'rise up with the sun, and
labor till the work is done,' so I'm here. Today isn't anything special, just a
run of suburban homes, one after another. Load up the regular equipment and
we'll get started."

When the
truck's loaded we climb aboard, Homer and Chubby on one side, and Seth and me on
the other. Lee's the assistant supervisor so he sits with Robby in the cab of
the truck. There's just the one big mower in the back of the truck so Seth and I
can't mess around too much, although we do shout into each other's ear trying to
be heard above the roar of the traffic, wind, and the truck's loud engine noise.
The third time Seth cups my ear to shout, "You smell good," then he licks my ear
making me think about meeting him after work. Am I going to take a chance and do
some alley-catting, assuming Seth's interested? He's given every indication that
he is interested so it's probably up to me. Damn the rules everybody has; what's
with all the rules anyway? Willie had them, so did Ryan and of course Robby, and
now Ray. Who'd of thought Ray would have the no alley-catting rule? I yell in
Seth's ear, "You smell good and sexy," and then of course I stick my tongue in
his ear, glancing over at Homer and Chubby. Homer's showing something to Chubby;
it looks like a picture. As long as they're not looking at Seth and me sticking
our tongues in each other's ear, we're good. At the first job site Seth's
getting a weed whacker from it's secured spot, asking me, "Do I dare get my
hopes up that we can do something together after my haircut?" I don't know what
to say so I grin, mumbling, "What a crazy thought," which isn't very
informative, but I don't know what I'm going to do. Messing with Seth not only
violates Ray's rule, it does the same to Robby's. Seth would be my second sex
partner and Robby already knows about Ray. I really want to taste Seth though,
so it a dilemma alright. It'd be irresponsible of me to have sex with Seth and
probably unfair to lead him on. Yeah, but I keep forgetting that if I do it with
Seth, I can then confess to Ray and he'll dump me, and then Seth will be my one
sex buddy on the side. Of course that isn't exactly following the letter of the
law, but will probably skate by Robby. That's fine except I find I don't want to
get dumped by Ray, as I'm liking his sex and the posse's kinda fun, too. No, I can't
take a chance. I'll put Seth off and see how it goes with Ray for awhile longer.
It's only fair because Ray hasn't done anything that's given me a reason to
treat him badly. Plus, the talk Ray and I had after our fuck gave me a little
bit of a guilty conscience for the way I used to mock him and lead him on when
he was merely looking for some help with his new bisexuality.


The job
this Monday plays out like most days: morning break for coffees and pastry, then
switch job responsibilities and cut grass until lunch. Lee and Chubby do their
comedy routine during lunch, and the highlight was Lee giving Chubby a problem
he has. "Jeffrey, I dropped my girlfriend's new iPad in the toilet while jerking
off to an x-rated website. Now the screen isfrozen on a... well, you get the
idea." Chubby says, "It happens all the time. They should build those iPad's
with fucking windshield wipers considering the amount of abuse people like you
give them. I mean, for fuck sake man, in the shitter? As for my advice... well,
you've got two options. Number one: Own up... which means she's gonna have to
stare at some gruesome fucking grandma-and-donkey shot while she plugs it into
her computer trying to reset the thing. Or, number two: Come home with a black
eye and tell her you've been mugged." There were others, but they couldn't top
themselves after that one. Then, after lunch, the afternoon goes normally and
we're now back in the locker room changing into our street clothes. I'm still
conflicted about having sex with Seth, which intrudes on my anticipation of how
cool it'll be giving him a haircut. In the old days I'd just go with the flow
and whatever happened between Seth and me would happen without me worrying that
there'd be consequences. Well, as it turns out there were consequences because
Robby finally got fed-up with my alley-catting, which led to the threesome thing
between Robby, Ryan, and me, but I didn't realize that at the time I was
alley-catting around. What to do? I really don't know, but Seth is right here
looking eatable and he's apparently willing. He bumps me with his hip, quietly
asking, "Um, if I'm not being too nosey, are you a top or a bottom?" I glance at
him, then answer his question with one of my own, "How 'bout you, which do you
prefer?" He puts his hand on my shoulder, "To be honest with you, I don't really
know. I'm really inexperienced at both." That's a little surprising. "Do you
mean you've never had sex?" He looks around at the twenty guys changing with us,
then mutters, "Um, can we talk about this in the car?" I tell him, "Sure, let me
tell my brother I've got a ride home with you." He nods and I walk over to where
Chubby and Lee are laughing about something. Chubby looks up, and I say, "I've
got a ride home with Seth, Chubby. He wants a haircut." Lee asks, "You give
haircuts, Dylan?" I nod, mumbling, "To my friends, sure. Do you want one?" He
says, "My mom works at Supercuts so I get free haircuts, but thanks for asking."
Chubby says, "Okay, that's great, Dylan, I'm working this afternoon so I'll go
straight to MJ's father's and get started early. Can you hold off dinner until say
seven-thirty so we can eat together?" I tell him, "Of course, just text me when
you're on your way. How about pork chops, or better yet, ribs cooked with dark
baked beans and brown sugar, with barbecue sauce?" He's like, "Yum, make 'em
sweet and tangy, bro." We exchange grins, as I mutter, "You got that right,
Chubby. See ya later," and walk back to Seth, asking, "Ready to
go?"


We walk
over to Seth's car, a ten year old Toyota that's seen better days. I say, "Let
me have a cigarette before getting in your car, okay?" Seth says, "Hell, you can
smoke in the car. The air conditioner doesn't work so the windows will be down."
I go, "Okay, that's even better," and we get in. Seth starts the car as I'm
lighting my fourth cigarette of the day, muttering, "It's a bitch we can't smoke
on the job," and Seth says, "I'm nervous about this afternoon, can I bum a smoke
off you? I'm trying to quit, but like I said, I'm nervous." I give him a
cigarette, asking, "You're nervous about me giving you a haircut?" he says,
"Thanks for the cigarette. No, I'm not nervous about the haircut at all; I'm
nervous about what comes after. I'm nervous and very excited about it at the
same time." As we drive out of the parking lot, I take this opening as an easy
way out for me to eliminate making a decision, and say, "Jeez, Seth, we don't
need to do anything special after your haircut, we can just hangout together.
Hey, do you want to have dinner with Chubby and me tonight?" He nods, "That'd be
great, thanks Dylan, but I do want to do something with you after the haircut, I
just don't know what. Like I said, I'm inexperienced in the sex department. I've
had random sex, but very rarely and never with anyone I particularly liked. Not
with anyone my own age either, but it's like I'd get so fucking horny, I jumped
at offers from older guys and it wasn't satisfying at all. Afterwards I'd feel
bad about it, but if some stranger or someone I barely knew offered sex two
months later, I'd jump at the chance too." Jesus, that sucks! I mutter, "It was
protected sex I hope?" I'm a bit hypocritical asking that since I rarely use a
condom, but the kids I have sex with are safe. A stranger, or someone I barely
know, is a different story, but that was in my alley-catting days anyway. It's
different now. Seth says, "Of course a condom was used, I was horny, not
suicidal." Hmmm. I mumble, "Well, I'm not suicidal either, but if I'm sure a
kid's safe I go bareback. It's very rare that I have sex with someone I just
met," as I think of that older guy in the House Of Blues and that dork Alan
Snyder; both times with a condom. The same for that cute kid at the party Chubby
and I went to where he and Mary Jo had the fight, he used a condom
too. What was his name? Never mind that, Seth's is a hard story to hear, and as
I drag on my cigarette thinking how lucky with sex I've been, and how being in
the right place at the right time is so important. And that holds true in more
things than just sex. Yeah, I've been lucky, and I've been taking it for granted,  too. Seth's really been dragging on his cigarette and now he flicks it out the
window, and says, "Mostly it's oral sex for me anyway, but the few times I've
had anal sex, two times as the top and maybe four or five times as the bottom, a
condom was always used; my ass ached afterwards every time. I couldn't tell you
which one I like better because mostly I was afraid, nervous, or hating on
myself for doing it with whoever I was doing it with." It just gets worse and
worse.


Man, I
really feel bad for  Seth. With smoke escaping my mouth, I tell him where
to turn to get to my condo, then say, "Seth, that sounds horrible. I can't
believe you never bumped into a gay kid your own age to form a relationship
with." He shrugs, muttering, "I'm not lucky, Dylan, plus I dropped out of high
school so there weren't many kids my own age around. Certainly not in the run-
down neighborhood where I live, and none on the job I worked at. If I was old
enough I'd try gay bars, but I've got over a year before I can do that. I'm just
not a lucky person, I guess." Then he looks over at me and grins saying, "Until
now, that is." Gulp, talk about pressure. How can I not help him out. Yeah, this
would be sex to help a bud out, like when Connor went in the Army. If I get
caught, Robby will understand, and like I said, the chance of Ray finding out is
so remote I shouldn't concern myself with it. And, dammit, I'm going to help
Seth with this. I finish my cigarette and flick it backwards, but it bounces off my
arm and ends up on the floor with me undoing my seat belt and retrieving it to
drop out the window muttering curse words under my breath. Seth says, "Don't
worry about the cigarette causing any damage in here. This car's a piece of shit
already."  I say, "I suck at
flipping butts. Well, as to what we're talking about, I'm not going to let you
down, Seth. Your choice, top or bottom?" He goes, "Man, I feel like a little kid
with this, and I feel like I'm begging you, but be that as it may, I do need you
to help me with this. I want to finally have a good feeling about sex. Up until
now I've only had bad experiences with it.  I'd probably make an ass of
myself trying to be the 'top', so I'll ask you to do that since you're
experienced. Will you tell your boyfriend?" Which one? But I know he's referring
to Robby, so I say, "I don't know right now, and I'd appreciate you not
mentioning it until I decide about telling Robby." Seth looks over again,
saying, "I really don't want to cause a problem for you two. I'll understand if
you'd rather not, really I will." I say, "We're of-age gay guys who are willing
participants. I wouldn't do it if I wasn't a willing participant, Seth, and like
I told you: you're a very cute, hot guy that I would think any gay person would
be interested in having sex with. You must have the world's worst luck in love
if you haven't connected with someone by now, and I'm serious about that." I
think about my friend Connor again, who also isn't lucky, but very desirable
like Seth. We park below my condo and while walking up the steps. I say, "I
don't have a condom, do you want me to get one?" I'm thinking I'll look in
Chubby's bureau, as he always uses condoms for his girlfriend sex. The rare times
he and I have had sex, he didn't use one. Seth says, "No thanks, the thought of
your cock in my ass, skin against skin, is a dream come true. You don't believe
me, but I've truly got the biggest crush on you imaginable. I won't even tell
you the fantasies that I've had about you." I go, "Man, that's wicked
flattering, but now I'm worried I'm going to be a huge disappointment to you,
Seth. I'm nothing special, I assure you of that." He mutters, "Yeah, you are
special, Dylan. You may not think so, but I'll bet others do, and I'm one more
of them. It's virtually impossible for you to be a disappointment." Holy shit,
talk about pressure!


Inside my
condo I get us Pepsis and he tells me the condo's nice, although he doesn't make
a big deal out of it. We go downstairs as I tell him about not having a barber's
cape, and he says, "I'll take my shirt off then." I mutter, "Good idea." He
swallows some soda, then tells me, "I'll try that flattop you mentioned, if you
don't mind." I go, "I don't mind at all," and get the barber stuff out again.
The past week or so have been chock full of haircuts and it's really been fun.
Oh my God, it would be a dream week for Dodger if he were me this past week. I
can't will myself to have his haircut fetish, I've tried with little to no
success, but it would be awesome if I had. Man, all the boners I'd have giving
these short haircuts. Thinking of Dodger reminds me of his hot boyfriend,
Vinnie. Dodger emailed me asking me to give Vinnie a haircut a couple of weeks
ago, so I need to text Vinnie myself as he's apparently too shy to call me. Seth
takes his shirt off and I glance over... he doesn't have hair on his chest. I
didn't expect he would because he's like Robby and me with only tiny blond
hairs on his arms that you can barely see. He's got himself a killer body
though. It's very similar to Robby's; they both have an athletic build. All the
masonry work Seth's done the past two years has built up some nice muscles, but
not overdone like body builders' bodies. Some of those guys are grotesquely
over-muscled, and don't get me started on woman body builders. Ugh! I motion to
the stool and Seth grins, saying, "Oh yeah, it'll be easier if I'm sitting."
He's so damn cute! To drag out the haircut I use scissors first, and comb up a
bunch of the rooster hairs, as he called them, running down the middle of his
head. I hold the hair between the first two fingers of my left hand and slice
through it easily with the scissors. It's dense hair, but cuts like a hot knife
through butter. Three inches of his silky blond hair tumble to his shoulder and
slide to the floor each time I close the scissors. I already knew he smelled
sexy from messing around with him in the back of the truck, but with his shirt
off it's awesomely apparent that he has pheromones that I'm attracted to. Not to
the degree of Ryan's, but Ryan's a million to one shot as far as my scent
detection goes. Seth's pheromones are very appealing though. I get some more of
his hair between my fingers and cut through it, saying, "Wow, Seth, I'm really
turned on by the way you smell. I've a thing for natural scent on boys my age."
He goes, "It's funny you mention that because I never even noticed how a guy
smells until I met you. You definitely have something in your skin that gets me
aroused." I mutter, "Thanks, it's pheromones. Some people pick-up on it and some
don't. I've always been into it even while growing up. I first noticed it on my
brother, but thought it was just because I love him so much. Then I noticed it
on Robby when we started, um, going together. Well, even before we were actually
sexually active. We used to do massages for each other which led to other
things." He asks, "Massages?" and I say, "Yeah," as I put down the comb and
scissors, then massage his shoulders and the back of his neck, saying, "Like
this." Oh man does he feel good, his skin is so tight and smooth. He mutters,
"God, that's awesome," so I extend it to his head and massage his scalp. Damn,
he smells good!


Seth's
soon limply laying back against me as I massage his scalp. I love his hair; it
has that natural hair scent even after working outdoors all day. With him laying
back on me, my arms just naturally go around his neck and I give the side of his
forehead a long kiss, then a kiss on his cheek as I inhale his wonderful scent.
He goes, "Mmmmm, ooh, Dylan, you gave me a boner already. You're so freakin'
special." I straighten him up so he doesn't fall over backwards off the stool. I
go, "I get boners all the time too, they're cool, don't ya think?" He says,
"This one's cool, that's for damn sure." I say, "I like making-out, so that's
why I attacked you." He says, "I've only made out with one guy, he was a
twenty-five year old guy in the Navy. I met him when they had the big ships in
Boston. My other sex partners were too old and unattractive to make out with,
although some of them kissed me. It wasn't pleasant and, like I said, I
hated myself afterwards." Shaking my head, I go, "That's so awful, Seth.
How'd you like making out with the Navy guy?" He shrugs, mumbling, "He was drunk
and he had bad booze breath, so it wasn't all that great." I ask, "Have you had
any good experiences at all?" He tells me, "Yeah, in middle school. It was only
oral sex, but I thought I loved the kid and wanted to make out with him. He
didn't want to so we never did, and then one day he called me a faggot and
wouldn't have anything more to do with me. That's my best experience; it was
good for about two months anyway." I mutter, "Jesus, don't tell me any more or
you'll have me crying, dude." He says, "I've done that too." I guess he has. How
the hell would I be able to handle what Seth's been through? I go back to
combing up batches of his hair and cutting it so its all the same
length, matching the long ones at the middle of his head. When done
with that, I pass him the handheld mirror, saying, "Okay, the rooster hairs are
gone as you can see. All the hairs are the same length so I can trim the sides
and you can let your hair grow out, or I can do the flattop. Last chance to
change your mind." He says, "I'll stick with the flattop. If you say you guys
looked good I'll follow your advice." I say, "Okay, but first this," and I
cradle his chin in my hand and kiss his lips. He has really nice lips too. After
the kiss, he licks his lips, saying, "I loved that kiss, Dylan, but look," and
he points at his lap. I saw his boner poking the lap of his shorts  after
the first time I kissed him, and now there's a small wet spot. To kid him, I ask,
"You peed in your pants?" He grins, saying, "Um, no. My dick produced a substance
other than pee." I go, "How amazing," and kiss him with our lips parted and rub
his tongue with mine. He moans low in his throat, then he starts struggling so I
let go of him, asking, "What?" His face is red as he takes a deep breath, "I
almost had an accident in my pants for real. I'm going to make such a fool of
myself here, Dylan. Goddammit, I'm screwing this up." He's reminding me of
Connor again, first Robby and now Connor. I wonder how many others will come to
mind. I know one thing for certain... Seth's a very nice person. I say, "You're
not screwing anything up, Seth. You're too hard on yourself. Nothing you do
today will change how I think of you, I think you're great. I admire you for
dealing with life as well as you have, and by yourself, too. I'm not a fan of
your parents or your brothers for giving you the cold shoulder; I think that
sucks. Without my family's support I'd be a fucking basket case. So don't give
a single thought about making a fool of yourself." He nods his head, muttering,
"Thanks," and I pick-up the clippers. I'm going to do this haircut with a
clippers-over-comb technique instead of using attachments.


His hair
cuts so easily, and there's lots of it even though it's only and inch and a half
long. His hair looks a little darker when it's short. I cut it real short on the
sides near his ears, tapering the cut longer and longer up the sides as opposed
to the side and back hairs being the same length, like I get with the guide
attachments. This takes longer, but I want him to like it when I'm done. When
both sides and the back are the way I want them, I put hair gel in my hands and
rub through his hair, front to back, getting the hair standing up straight on
the top. Then, using the clippers and comb, I do the flattop part, cutting the
hairs all the same length on top, perfectly flat. There's a little blending to
do and then I use the trimmers to outline around his ears. I think it looks
great, and especially on Seth. He has that perfect hairline, straight across his
forehead with no widow's peak. I brush the hair-clippings off his shoulders and
then use a brush to brush back through the hairs on top again, saying, "You'll
need gel for awhile to train your hair." He goes, "Okay," then I step back to
inspect my work and my only criticism is I might have given him too short of a
flattop. I probably should have left it a little longer on top. Seth looks at
himself in the handheld mirror and whistles, then says, "Wow, that's a short
haircut," as he feels his hair with his fingers, then adds, "In my whole life I
never had hair this short. Well, I've considered it at times, but never had the
balls to try it." He looks up, grinning, "Have you ever considered becoming a
butcher?" I laugh, "Okay, it's too short maybe, but it's not butchered." He
chuckles, looking at himself some more, then he goes, "Nah, it's an excellent
haircut, but I'll need to get used to it, I guess. It feels funny having wicked
short hair." I tell him about Dawg saying he can feel the air on his scalp for
the first time in his life. He says, "Yeah, that's it. I can feel the air on my
scalp, that kid's exactly right." I know it's a good haircut, but I can't expect
everyone to like short hair, and frankly, I much prefer an honest opinion then
an obviously forced one. Seth's being honest: he's not crazy about the flattop,
but he'll give it awhile and see if he gets used to it. I mean, what other
choice does he have? I though Dawg was working at talking himself into liking
his burr, but Seth's being totally honest. His hair is so silky and dense the
flattop looks like velvet, kinda shiny with no scalp showing at all, which is
rare for a head of hair this short. The top is probably an inch long and an inch
isn't very long. He says, "Maybe I'll let it grow out and maybe I'll decide I
like it with time. It sure won't be any trouble to take care of. What's your
haircut, Dylan?" I tell him and we talk about hair styles a little and it turns
out he likes the one like I cut for Devon. Combed down on top with the bangs
flipped up in front. I didn't think to mention that one because I had Robby's
and my flattops in mind from two years ago.


Seth
helps me clean up the cut hair, I put the barber tools away, and we drink the
rest of our sodas and then it's a little awkward. I finally say, trying to keep
it light, "Do you still want to mess around a little, or has that haircut turned
you against me?" He goes, "Oh, thank God you were the one who brought it up,
because I was afraid it would seem like I was begging you. And no, the haircut
did not turn me against you, it'd take a lot more than a haircut to do that.
Yes, I want to mess around, but does it have to be just a little?" I say, "No,
it doesn't need to be a little. Do you want to come to my bedroom and we'll get
in bed naked?" He blushes slightly, mumbling, "Oh man, I'd love to, Dylan. I'd
love to do that." I say, "Then that's what we'll do. Follow me, Seth, but don't
build up expectations more than I can deliver, I beg of you." He says, "Have you
ever heard of premature ejaculation?" I go, "Someone cumming too fast?" He says,
"Exactly. With you I'm betting I'll demonstrate that phenomenon, and I say that
without ever having experienced it before, haha." He's nervous, so I ask, "Have
you ever heard of a second climax? They're never premature?" Seth smiles,
"You're the nicest person I've ever met." I say, "Everyone tells me that," and
we chuckle, with him muttering, "I'm not surprised." In my bedroom I step out of
my sneakers; I can do that because I don't tie them tightly. Pulling my
tee-shirt over my head, I then drop my shorts and underwear, leaving them
where I dropped them. Seth glances up, and goes, "Oh, now I'm embarrassed to
show you my dick. You got it all, and you must be gay shaving your pubic hair.
Can we turn out the lights?" I say, "The light's not on," and he chuckles
nervously, muttering, "The shaved pubes is a cool look." I go, "And it feels
good, too. Would you like me to do yours?" He stops what he's doing, and asks,
"Really? Would you?" I say, "Of course, it's actually part of the haircut." More
nervous chuckling from Seth, then he says, "I've never done that before... yeah,
it'd be cool if you're serious." I'm casually playing with myself, a habit I've
had for as long as I can remember, as I go, "Yeah, I'm serious." He finishes
undressing, cupping his hands over his private parts, saying, "Don't look,
okay?" I go, "Okay, I'll do your pubes with my eyes closed." He drops his hands
saying, "Maybe you'd better look when you're doing that." He's got a normal
looking penis and scrotum. His dick's about five inches with oversized nuts and
too much pubic hair. I say, "I've got an inch on you, but you win the balls
weighing contest." He chuckles again, asking, "What do we do first?" I go, "I'm
too lazy to go down for the trimmers so I'll use scissors to cut off most of
your pubes, then wet them and, using shaving cream, I'll shave you nice and
smooth." He says, "Let's do it," and we go in my bathroom to do just that. I've
got the sports page in there from when I read it sitting on the toilet this
morning, so I spread it out to catch the cut hairs and Seth stands on it. Then I
get the stuff I need out from under the sink and take hold of his dick with my
left hand, with him saying, "That gives me chills," as he spreads his legs a
little more, "I'm so not used to something this intimate, Dylan, but it's
awesome." I smile up at him from my knees, and with the scissors lightly against
his belly I close them and a shower of dark blond pubic hairs flutter through
the air on their way to the newspaper and their final resting place. This is
repeated a number of times and the result is pubic hair stubble. Without getting
up, I reach over and turn on the faucet and wet his stubble down, then wipe-on
shaving cream and work it in as I'm moving his dick this way and that. It's
firming up in my fingers. Seth says, "I'm doing everything in my power not to
spring another boner, but I don't think it's working. Your fingers feel so
good." I say, "Yep, someone holding my dick is a sure-fire way to boner-ville
for me too."


Carefully
I shave him and then lather the area again and shave against the grain. Then I wash off remnants of the shaving cream and dry him with a hand towel. "All done,
Seth." His semi-hard boner is leaning sideways as he rubs around his pubic area,
"Cool feeling, Dylan. Thanks!" Wadding the newspaper up then putting the razor
and shaving cream away,  I ask, "Want to get in bed?" He says, "I'm still
eager, but still nervous too. In a way I can't believe this is actually
happening." I go, "How do you think I feel? I mean, I'm pretty psyched about you
in bed with me. It's a two-way street." I pull the covers back holding my arm
out inviting Seth to climb in and he does, asking, "Um, what comes first?" I get
in bed with him, "Well, Seth, usually Robby and I make out, but if you're not up
for that we can start with some oral sex." He says, "No, making out is something
I really want to do, but seriously, I'll probably have an orgasm. I almost had
one on the stool when we kissed." I say, "That's alright. I'll tell you
the truth, I used to go with a boy who made be cum from our make-out, although
sometimes he had to finger my hole, too. When he wanted me to climax though, he
could do it, so it's not just you." He goes, "Well, I warned you anyway," I go,
"Yes, you have. Now, let me get my arms around your hot body," and when I do
that he gets his around me. He mutters, "This is already really nice, feeling
your naked skin I mean. It's a first for me." I go, "Really? That too bad, Seth, as this is one of my favorite parts." We snuggle a bit, then I kiss him, then a
longer kiss with some  tongue and it's a really good kiss. When we break
apart, with our lips smacking, I ask, "Who you been kissing with? I mean, you
kiss good." He mutters, "It must just come natural, because I told you the truth
about my kissing experience. The sailor was so drunk it wasn't even fun with
him, but with you it's, like perfect." We get into it really well with both of
us rubbing each other's body, Seth's concentrating on my ass like a gay boy
should. Our boners duel, Seth's dripping precum on mine as our bodies squirm
together. He has a great boy's body with wonderfully healthy skin without a
blemish anywhere that I can see. Then he grunts and pulls away gasping, then
mumbling, "Can we wait a minute, Dylan, it almost happened. Oh man, you are so
hot and you smell fabulous," as he's squeezing me against him. I ask, "Would you
like me to suck your cock?" "Yes, I would, of course, but I'd rather you fucked
me." I say, "Sure, okay, but I should tell you ahead of time that I make a lot
of moans during sex 'cause it really turns me on like nothing else." He says, "I
don't know what I'll do having sex with you; I might cry with joy for all I
know. This is basically my first true sex with someone I like, and someone I
think is so cute I could scream." I say, "I told you I love compliments, ya got
any more?" He says, "A ton of them for you, but I won't humiliate myself by
telling you what they are." I go, "Rats! Okay, a good way to do anal intercourse
is for you get on your knees and rest your forearms on the mattress. I'll be on
my knees behind you. I'm going to use some KY jelly to ease the entrance since
you're relatively new to this." He says, "The four or five times men fucked me,
they used condoms that were lubed and even then it was tight and hurt, sometimes
it caused bleeding." I frown, "Maybe your not a natural bottom, Seth. Not
everyone likes to be a bottom. I don't want to hurt you or cause your ass to
bleed." He says, "I've wondered if there's some guys who, for some reason, can't
be a bottom. I Googled that, but couldn't find anything specific that prevents a
gay guy from being a bottom, other than personal preference. And, it actually said more gay guys prefer to bottom. There was a lot about the shape of the
rectum and the curve of a guy's cock. Mine's straight, how 'bout yours?" I go,
"Straight as a poker and right now it's as hard as a poker too, so let's give it
a try."


Seth
gets up on his knees, then leans forward resting his forearms on the mattress,
looking back at me as I get between his legs. I go, "Nice ass, Seth," and he
grins. He looks so cute right now, especially in this position, he has a nice curve in
his spine and his ass is up nicely. It's interesting that he said his research
indicates more gay men prefer the bottom, like me. I'd have thought it'd be the
other way around. With lubricant on my finger I gingerly apply pressure and my
finger slides inside him. His head goes down on his hands with a quiet moan,
"Mmmm." I gently work my finger in his ass trying to remember how many cherries
I've had the pleasure of breaking. Not that Seth is a cherry, although it seems
sort of like he is. More lube and more movement of my finger with me asking,
"Are you relaxing your ass muscles, Seth?" He says, "I'm trying to, but I'm
excited and a little tense." I tell him, "I'm going to massage your butt cheeks
and fingering you until I feel you're as loose as you can get back here." He
mutters, "Take your time, it feels good." Massaging his buttocks gets some of
the lube glistening on the right butt cheek. Seth has the same very fine blond
hairs near his ass crack that are on his arms. There's some more noticeable hair
on his legs, just on his calves. He has very nice legs and I slide the palm of
both hands under to rub up and down his legs. Damn, I love having a cute boy's
naked body at my disposal, but being a bottom most of the time it's my body
that's at the 'top's' disposal most of the time. That's true except when I'm
licking and sucking his private parts and legs, feet too; he surrenders his
body to me then. I'd like to do that with Seth except it'd probably complicate
matters. "I like your hot legs, Seth, they feel good." He says, "Everything
you're doing feels good," and I go back to massaging and fingering his asshole.
He's soon quietly humming and I'm pretty sure he's as relaxed as he's going to
get so I wipe the KY jelly on my boner, and say, "I'm gonna go real slow, Seth.
Don't hesitate to tell me if it hurts." My boner's looking good, so I push it
against his anus lips and they cooperate by spreading a little. I need to
overcome the urge to push inside him too quickly, as I don't top very often and I'm
kinda anxious to feel his rectum wall tight around my boner. A little thrust
meets resistance, so a little more pressure and my cock head slides inside
feeling fantastic. I keep my lips tightly together as the sensations roll over
me. Damn, it feels good. Peeking around his shoulder I see the side of Seth's
face and it looks kinda red so I ask, "How you doing so far?" He says, "Okay. It
hurt going in, but not now." It'd be nice if he said it felt good, but I'll
settle for okay. I reach under him and stroke his cock, which is still hard, but
not as tight as it was when we were making out. He goes, "Ooooh, mmmm," so I
stroke it some more as I push my cock a little further up his ass and hear a
quiet, "Ow."


It's
slow going, but he hasn't cried out yet, which doesn't necessarily mean it's not
hurting him. He has apparently stopped worrying about early ejaculation, and he
still has a boner so that's a good sign. I take five minutes slowing going down
inside him and when my crotch hits his buttocks he moans, "Mmmmmm, feels okay
now, Dylan. Much better that those men, for sure." Hmmm, still only okay, huh?
Slowly withdrawing I'm making Ray's sound, "Sssssss," sucking air in wetly
between my closed lips. It feels a helluva lot better than okay to me. A
slow penetration again, but not as slow as the first time and the withdrawal
gets an, "Ooooh," from me. He has a very tight sphincter muscle and a tight
rectum and it's setting off most of the sensory spots in my cock and my
shoulders do their familiar shudder. Pushing back in quicker I rub his back
and sides, then massage his buttocks with my cock deep inside him and Seth goes,
"Ooooh, that feels good now, Dylan." We're finally up to good so it's heading in
the right direction anyway. With my hands gripping his hips I begin a fairly
slow, steady fuck and it's feeling great to me, and then apparently to Seth too
as he moans again, mumbling, "Is it okay if I stroke my boner?" I say, "Sure,"
and pick-up the speed, smoothly sliding my boner in his ass and it's an awesome
feeling, but I keep my lips closed tightly trying to appear like the experienced
one here. He's stroking his cock pushing back against my thrusts and I can't keep
the sounds of pleasure inside any longer, letting out a long, "Oooooh, mmmm,
ooh, yeaaah," catching myself just before I smack his ass. That might freak him
out. I'm really fucking his ass now and we're both moaning, then he cries out,
"Aaaah, I'm coming," and he thrust his hips forward and shrieks, "Aaaaaah," as
his first stream of cum drills the sheets, then three quick strings of cum
follow and I go, "Oooooh, eeeen, ooh, ooh" as my orgasm explodes from my balls
and flies up my boner to fill his bowels with a nice load of cum. I'm dizzy for
as few seconds plowing his ass, then shudder and calm down a little to slowly
bring down my thrusting. The curve of Seth's spine is very pronounced now as
he's pushing his ass up towards me apparently enjoying being fucked. Oh God,
that was good alright, much, much better than jerking off, but not as good as
getting fucked. I don't know if it's because I'm used to being the bottom or
what, but I like it better than topping. According to what Seth read on
Google, so do the majority of gay males.


Seth
lays down on the mattress murmuring, "That was really a hot climax I had, Dylan,
and I like the feel of you shooting off in my ass, too. It hurt getting fucked,
but it felt so good at the same time, I didn't want to stop. That's the first
time I didn't end up screaming in pain, not that the men stopped fucking me. Oh,
one did, he was the only compassionate one until you. You were great waiting for
my rectum to open up a little." I lay on my stomach next to him and put my arm
over his chest. We look at each other grinning. I say, "It was hot fucking your
ass, but next time you try doing it to me. You can't make a fool out of yourself
no matter what you do, honestly." He says, "Okay, I really want to try it with
you. I've done it two times, but like I said, with older guys and it didn't turn
me on all that much even though I was really up for it. Doing it with you will
make all the difference in the world." I get closer to him so our sides are
touching, mumbling, "After dinner maybe we can try it that way."


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


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