Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2013 05:24:15 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 42 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO (edited 7/8/13) resent 7/21/13

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


			       Chapter   42


			     by Donny Mumford


Well,
there goes Seth diving off in his beat-up Toyota. We had a nice time at the mall
and a nicer time in my bedroom afterwards, so he left happy. I feel really good
about that because he's such a good guy and he deserves some happiness in his
life. Seth's also very cute so it's a little surprising he's had zero success with boyfriends. He claims he's
never had a boyfriend, and he's never found an age appropriate partner for buddy
sex either. Not that it's necessarily easy to accomplish either of those things
as a teenager. Especially since he wasn't 'out' during his limited high school
days and then when he did come 'out' at the beginning of his junior year it
resulted in him leaving home. He felt he had to because his heartless parents
were vehemently opposed to his so-called 'choice' to be gay. Being gay isn't a
'choice' of course, but some people still have their heads up their ass about
that. There was no financial support from his mother and father so Seth worked
to support himself. The long and the short of it is... in his new life style
there weren't any teen boys, gay or otherwise. He worked full time to survive,
lived in a run down apartment, and when he wasn't working he was studying to
pass his high school equivalency test. Not much fun or leisure time available to
Seth. Hell, the truth is, even if there were teens in his every day life
the chances of hooking up with one of them would have been slim at best.
Consider the odds against it: supposedly only one in ten boys are gay to start
with, and then a high percentage of gay boys of high school age are in the
closet, so connecting with one is very problematic under ideal circumstances. On
the other hand, I've been extremely lucky in that regard. In my junior year a
senior named Carl Denton, a very unattractive kid, basically forced me to
realize the magical nature of gay sex. It was a revelation to me, and then I
found a bigger revelation called 'love', but that came much later. Through Carl
I met  another gay boy, Willie, and he showed me a better way to enjoy sex,
which is doing it with someone I actually liked. Two very lucky occurrences for
me, but the real luck came when I finally talked to a boy I'd lusted after for
two years, but up till then was too shy to approach. I'm referring to Robby, of
course. I came up with the idea to ask him to write for the school paper and
that's how we met. The biggest miracle of all was Robby also being gay, which is
another example of the lucky streak I was on at the time. More luck followed
when Robby became smitten with me as much as I was with him. Being gay, one
thing led to another and gay boys gravitated towards one another and I
discovered the wonders of sexual variety. The point is, it took a number of
incredibly lucky circumstances for me to experience the gay sex life I've
enjoyed the past few years. During that same exact period of time not a single
lucky thing came Seth's way. It's ironic that Seth took the brave step to come
'out' only to find that there was no one to experience his gayness with. His
unfortunate attempts to have protected sex with older strangers was a dismal
failure, and a heartbreaking story on it's own. So here we are, Seth and me, two
nineteen year old gay boys, one with unbelievably good luck and one without so
much as a sniff of good luck where gay sex is concerned, until now. Life is
unfair sometimes.

I've
been doing my evening bathroom necessities while thinking those thoughts. Then,
shaking my head to get sad thoughts out, I put on the new 'One Direction' CD
hoping to get in a more positive frame of mind. While listening to the CD I make
Chubby's and my lunch by mixing diced chicken breasts, celery, cut-up sweet
pickles, and mayonnaise. More mayonnaise on slices of rye bread before heaping
on the chicken salad. Two sandwiches each for Chubby and me. Cape Cod potato
chips, sixteen ounce bottles of Coke, and big chocolate chip cookies completes
our lunch for tomorrow. The sandwiches and cookies get wrapped in saran wrap,
then the sandwiches and sodas go in the refrigerator. Now it's time for bed.
Sleep comes easily when I'm sexually satisfied and I awaken refreshed in the
morning. But then I think of the day ahead and thoughts of training the
obnoxious new guy, Jerry, brings me down a little. Oh well, I'm determined to
ignore his absurdness and just concentrate on getting through the work day. I
need to have a positive mental outlook to accomplish my goal, which is to help
Robby solidify his crew. Me exposing the bizarre behavior Jerry shows me
wouldn't be helping Robby at all. Anyway, Jerry's only unbearable when it's just
the two of us. He gets along with the others, actually sucking up to Robby and
Lee, and flattering Chubby by claiming that he is hysterically funny.
Chubby's funny alright, but Jerry overdoes the laughter for just about any tiny
quip Chubby makes. What a phony jackass is Jerry Cranston! I think his true
personality is the one he shows me. He hasn't really warmed up to Seth yet
either, but that's probably because Seth snapped at him yesterday morning about
where to sit in the back of the truck. Jerry didn't like being told off, but
other than that he ignores Seth. Jerry's a bully, and he's a bully who can
probably back it up because he's big and tough. Fuck him though, I'll outsmart
him by pretending I think his outrageous comments are meant to be funny. They're
not of course, he's serious, but I'll respond as if he's joking around. It's
something for me to try anyway.

First
order of business this morning is bathroom related, including me spending some
time cleaning my backside because some of Seth's spunk has dried there. It can
get a little itchy working outdoors in the heat of July with dried spunk on my
ass, but it's a small price to pay considering the thrill of sex. Satisfied I've
eliminated that minor problem I wash my hands really well, brush my teeth and
get dressed. Then, in the kitchen I find Chubby; he's making coffee in our
Keurig machine. Seeing Chubby brightens every morning for me. We do our morning
quick hug, and I give his cheek the usual kiss. Chubby says, "I know you won the
cheek-kissing battle, but that's because I've gotten use to your kiss every
morning. Don't ever change, bro." I say, "Hmmm, maybe I'll move on up to kissing
you on your lips each morning and we'll see how long it takes you to get used to
that." He laughs, saying, "Show me some mercy here, Dylan. I gotta maintain my
stud image for my girlfriends." I'm like, "Heterosexual men kiss on the lips in
many European countries, ya know." Chubby goes, "Well then, when we move to one
of those countries that's what we'll do. What's for lunch?" I tell him and
Chubby goes, "Yum! You should make our lunch everyday." I go, "Ha!" and he asks,
"What do you hear from our little buddy, Ryan?" I tell him the latest news as we
share a cigarette on the balcony drinking our coffees, and then I grab our lunch
and we're off to work. What's that thing Robby says? Something like, 'Rise early
in the morn and labor till the work is done'. It's something like that, but I
think it rhymes when he says it. On the way to work, with Chubby driving, he
says, "I'm gonna keep an eye on Jerry as he's working with you today. Hopefully
whatever shit he's been pulling on you isn't repeated today. It's really
puzzling that he's an okay guy most of the time, but an asshole with you. I
can't figure it out, but naturally I believe you." I say, "Well yeah, it's
totally strange he gets along with everyone but me. He's neutral with Seth,
basically ignoring him, which is what I'm hoping for after he's done training.
Being ignored by Jerry is one of my goals."

Chubby
drives into the parking lot, and says, "Speaking of the devil, there's Jerry
talking with Chuck Tanner." Jerry's already wearing the work uniform and now
he's probably brown-nosing with the boss's boss. I go, "My immediate goal is to
survive my dealings with him, and then hopefully he'll be on the crew the rest
of the summer doing a good job. Of course, I'm only hoping that for Robby's
sake. If Robby didn't have the turnover problem, I'd personally try getting
Jerry's ass fired." We get out of the Jeep with Chubby's asking, "Have you ever
talked to Chuck Tanner?" I go, "Nope, I wouldn't know what to talk to him about.
I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know my name." I put our lunch in the cooler,
and then head for the locker room. Inside I get a sweet smile and a big hello
from Seth. I bump fist with him, saying, "Good morning, hotshot," and then I
greet Lee. Chubby says, "Billy Lee, good to see ya, dude." Lee's upbeat,
"Jeffrey, my man, are we gonna do our question and answer thingie at lunch
today?" Chubby goes, "Okay, sure thing, if you want. I'll get my brain working
and see what I come up with." Lee asks all of us, "Has anybody got a
recommendation for a CD? I need to update my iPhone tunes." As I'm pulling my
tee-shirt over my head, I say, "Yeah, last night I was listening to the latest
'One Direction' CD. You know, that hot boy band from the UK." Chubby says,
"Jesus, their hair alone makes them rock stars." I say, "Yeah, and cuteness-wise
they make all other boy bands look like grotesque hunchbacks." Lee laughs, "I'm
more interested in how they sing." I mutter, "Just saying," and Chubby goes,
"Their second CD rivals the best of 'Backstreet Boys' or 'N Sync', but only when
the music's pumped-up. Especially on cuts like, 'Kiss You' and 'Back for You'.
When the cuts aren't pumped-up, like on their ballads, a certain amount of
douchiness creeps in. So it's a mixed bag." Lee's changed into his work clothes
now. On his way out, he says, "I'll sample a few cuts on iTunes. Thanks for the
suggestion, Dylan." Chubby says to me and Seth, "It's almost unheard of for a CD
to have all good cuts anyway. Like, 'Walk The Moon's' latest CD. I bought their
CD last week because of their hit, 'Anna Sun' and it turns out to be the only
good cut on the whole damn CD. They're probably gonna be one hit wonders." I go,
"Yeah, but that's a hell of a hit. Love that song! But I have a couple of older
'Killer' CDs that contain all rockin' cuts. I like every one of
them."

The
three of us go outside and join the rest of our crew and chat about rock music
while we're waiting for Robby's supervisor's meeting to end. I glance up and see
Jerry giving me a cold stare, making me avert my eyes. Damn, what's he got
against me anyway?"  Fuck it! I walk over to him, and ask, "What's your
problem with me, Jerry. Have I done something to offend you?" Like yesterday he
flicks his finger, snapping it against my nose. I go, "Ow! Dammit." Jerry
smirks, saying, "Yeah, you offend me by just being you. Stuck-up, skinny pretty
boys offend me. You think you're special because of your looks when the truth is
you've got girlie looks, which fits I suppose since you're a fag." I shake my
head, "Ha, very funny, Jerry. Um, but would you rather work with someone else?
I'm sure Robby wouldn't mind." He makes a face while mimicking me, saying, "I'm
sure Robby wouldn't mind," then he adds, "Why don't you give up the facade and
wear a dress like you'd probably prefer." There's no sense talking to him, it
just gets worse. Sticking with my decision to assume he's just goofing around
with me, I chuckle, "Maybe I'll see if Dickers Landscaping has a skirt uniform."
One more time, I ask, "Be honest though, would you prefer working with someone
else?" He flicks my nose again, saying, "Nope. Rob assigned me to you, and I'm
sticking with that. It's you who needs to do your job, like you so pompously
told me you do." One more nose flick, but I move my head back and his finger
only gets the tip of my nose. Still stings though. I smile like he mildly
amusing, muttering, "Okay then, it's you and me," then turn my back on him to
walk away and he gets a solid finger flick on the back of my head. Chubby's not
watching Jerry like he said he was going to, so he didn't see this exchange.
He's saying something to Lee that has them both laughing. My face is red from humiliation as
is my nose and the back of my head stings, but Jerry doesn't see me getting
red in the face. If I complain about him it might end up badly for Robby, plus
it's kind of a pussy move, saying, 'Jerry flicked my nose, boo hoo.' No, he's
got the upper hand for now, but I'll follow the plan I made last night and not
take anything he says seriously. I'm going to pretend he's a funny dude with
some wild notions... God, I hate him.

Robby comes out of his meeting and walks
around patting guys on the back, bumping fists, and wishing everyone a good
morning. Then he says to all of us as a group, "I need to work at the office
until lunch time, so Lee will be in charge. We have small properties to deal
with today, but there's a lot of them, so lets get started." Lee passes out
assignments for the morning. Jerry and I will be weed whacking all morning, so
we head for the garage to get weed whackers, same as yesterday. Jerry's walking
right behind me and he does that childish thing we did in middle school where
you swings your foot sideways hitting one of your victim's feet into his other
foot. When Jerry does it to me the same thing happens that happened to middle
school kids...  I stumble, then fall down and slide a little on the
blacktop. My hands get brush burns on the palms, with me yelling, "Fuck!"
Everyone turns around as Jerry helps me up, asking, "What happened, buddy?" He's
brushing off my shoulders as if there's something there, which there isn't. I'm
embarrassed, so pretend I didn't get hurt. Chubby asks, "You okay, bro?" as he
gives Jerry a cold stare. Jerry's defensive, "Don't look at me, Jeff, I didn't
do anything." I mutter, "I'm fine. I must have stumbled over my own feet." Damn,
the palms of both hands sting. Lee says, "Let's go guys," as he drifts back to
me, saying, "You've hurt yourself, Dylan? There's blood on your hand." I look
down at my hand, mumbling, "I'm okay, Lee." He says, "There's a first aid kit in
the locker room. It's in the first drawer of the cabinet against the side wall.
You need to wash your hands and put some disinfectant on the cuts." Then to
Jerry, "You get the weed whackers and Dylan will meet you at the truck." Jerry
enthusiastically says, "Sure thing, Lee," then to me, "You take care of those
boo boos, Dylan. I'll get the equipment." I roll my eyes, but say nothing. This
is similar to what happened the first year I worked here; that year it was the
freak Joel who was pure evil towards me. He never
pretended to be normal, where in Jerry's case I think he's merely your basic
bully. The main thing Joel and Jerry have in common is a deep dislike for
me, although I'm getting the feeling they both have it in the back of their
minds to fuck me. And that's both in the literal sense of the word and in the
general sense as well. I may be giving myself too much credit, but my instincts
tell me that's what's Jerry is thinking. If I'm right about that, could it be
they disliked me so much because they know I'd throw-up in my mouth at the
thought of having sex with them. They might sense that, and maybe it's why Jerry
thinks I'm stuck-up. Very curious behavior in any case. I'm not as afraid of
Jerry as I was of Joel. He terrorized my life for awhile until Robby almost
killed him. He could have killed him too, sabotaging the ride-on mower like he
did. Yeah, that's another reason not to tell Robby about Jerry's bullying. Robby
escaped the Joel incident without getting caught, but who's to say he'd get away
with a similar thing if he pulled something on Jerry.

Inside
the locker room I find the first aid kit and take it to the lavatory where I
wash my hands, and that stings worse than the fall, and so does the disinfectant
when I spray it on. God damn that prick, Jerry! Back at the truck I find Jerry
securing the weed whackers. He looks up and says, "Yo clumsy, did ya put a band
aid on your boo boo?" I mutter, "Nah, just some disinfectant." He hops down off
the truck and uses his index finger to swipe upwards under my nose and up past
my forehead knocking my hat off. "Oops," he goes, "You dropped your hat. Jeez,
you need to get yourself under control, Dill. You're a mess this morning." My
strategy isn't working so far, but it's early so I'll try it a little longer. I
pick up my hat, saying, "You're in a jolly mood this morning, Jerry,"
then I think to myself, 'Jolly?
When the fuck did you ever use the word jolly?' It's just that he has me
so flustered. He mimics me, saying '"Jolly," with a lisp, then puts his arm
across my shoulders and jostles me, saying, "I'm just kidding around with you,
Dill. I like you and I'm just messin' with you." He jostles me some more, and
puts his face close to mine, adding, "I'm not serious about those nasty things I
told ya." He has a sexy scent, which surprises the hell out of me. The guys in
our crew are at the truck now with the ride-on mower and the rest of the
equipment, so Jerry takes his arm from my shoulders, saying, "I'll look out for
you, little buddy, you're having a tough morning." Chubby gives Jerry a stare,
as he asks me, "How are your hands?" I shrug, "They're okay, Chubby." He lights
a cigarette motioning with his head for me to wander away from the truck with
him. When we're near our Jeep he passes me the cigarette, I take a drag as he's
asking, "Did Jerry trip you?" I go, "Yeah, but I'm trying a new strategy with
him. Lets give it a chance and maybe he'll get tired of baiting me." Chubby
takes the cigarette and after inhaling, he says, "Fuck that. I'll be watching
and if I see him doing another thing to you we're going to have it out right
there." I say, "Don't do that, Chubby. It'll make Robby look bad in Chuck's
eyes, and he's already looking for a way to blame Robby for something. A fight
in his crew would be just the something he's looking for." I take the cigarette,
as Lee calls over, "Lets go guys. Jeffrey, you ride with me." We walk over as
I'm whispering, "I can handle this, bro. If I can't, you and me will handle it
outside of work so Robby's not involved." He mutters, "Okay, Dylan, we'll try it
your way."  I get up on the bed of the truck and sit with Seth. Jerry gets
up right behind me and squeezes in between Seth and me, saying, "I'm not sitting
by myself over there," then he squeezes my thigh with a powerful grip, saying,
"I'm sure you won't mind, Dill." Seth says, "I mind." Jerry sounds
contrite, "Don't be like that, Seth. We got off on the wrong foot yesterday, but
lets be friends." He holds his hand out to shake hands with Seth and Seth slaps
it with his hand in sort of a high five, saying, "Yeah, okay." Seth doesn't know
Jerry's bullying me. As we wait for Lee to start the truck Jerry continues to be
very friendly with Seth, making casual small-talk with him. Then the truck
starts up and conversation stops. Jerry's leans against me and because I'm up
against the tailgate I have no place to go. He yells, "Tight quarters, huh,
guys?" When the truck hits a bump Jerry takes the opportunity to bounce against
me so that the sides of our faces rub together. His dark red whiskers are very
scratchy, but I notice his scent again. His whiskers are more scratchy than
Seth's, and Ryan's feel soft by comparison. Jerry's being obnoxious so I don't
think his whiskers are sexy like Seth's and Ryan's. I look at Jerry after our
faces rubbed together and he stares back defiantly. He smiles and almost looks
handsome, then he puts his index finger in his mouth imitating sucking it like
it's a blow job. The hell with handsome, he's just disgusting! I don't think
he's merely mocking me for being gay either. I again think he's either bisexual
or gay, which supports my earlier evaluation that he's basically interested in
me sexually. Good luck with that, ya sicko.

Jerry's
acting like mister helpful at the first job site, passing down everyone's piece
of equipment with a cheerful comment for each guy. He's actually kinda funny
with Chubby who can't help but chuckle. This is the best behavior I've seen from
Jerry so far, but it's apparently what Chubby experiences when riding on the
other side of the truck with him. Jerry brings down both weed whackers, handing
me one smiling, and saying, "You're a good sport, Dill," and he hugs around my
shoulders with his left arm again, almost picking me off the ground. With his
face close to mine, he goes, "You know, I'm serious when I say I'm just messing
around with you, don'cha?" I force a grin, mumbling, "Yeah, Jerry, I know."
Rubbing a hand down my back, giving me chills and making my shoulders do a
little shudder, he grins at that, and says, "Yeah, the guys I hang with bust
each other's balls all the time, but we're buddies, ya know." I go, "Sure, my
friends do that sometimes too." He says, "There ya go, and you usually bust on
the guys you like the most. Huh?" He squeezes behind my neck and it's damn
awkward. I go, "Heh heh, yeah I know what ya mean." We're walking to the
driveway, with him saying the unexpected, "You should let your hair grow. You'd
be a real knockout with that two tone blond hair of yours." He runs his hand up
the back of my head knocking my hat off my head again, going, "Oops, ya dropped
your hat again," now he's rubbing my head, "Soft hair," he murmurs. Picking up
my hat, I stupidly say, "Seth's got the really soft hair." He goes, "Oh? Um, how
would you know that?" I tell him, "Oh, um, I give haircuts to my friends, ya
know?" He goes, "You don't say. No, I didn't know that. Hmmm, that's interesting
and I need a haircut. How 'bout it?" I go. "Oh, ah, are we friends?" He says,
"You bet we are." Okay, I'm in a bind here, but what can I do except say, "Okay,
Jerry, I'll give you a haircut." He's like, "That's cool," and he pats my back,
then says, "Lets get working. You start on the other side of the driveway, I'll
weed whack this side. We'll have a contest to see who gets done first." He
starts before I even get to the other side. I'm weed whacking at my normal
speed, not really trying to beat him. Mostly I'm thinking how this just might
work out after all. Maybe my plan worked. I take his bullying as just goofing
around, and even though I hate the thought of giving him a haircut, if it calms
the waters it's worth it. Huh, even if I was trying to beat him doing my side of
the driveway I couldn't win. He's strong and the weed whackers like a feather to
him, but I need to give my arms a rest every now and then. He finishes his side
first, then helps me finish mine. Chuckling, he's like, "Hey, who's the trainee
here? Ha ha," and another shoulder hug pulling me into him. "We're a good team,
Dill." I mumbles, "Yeah, thanks for helping do my half of the driveway."

Then he
brings up a touchy subject again. Looking serious, he says, "You've got a
submissive nature. It shows, and I like that. It takes guts to be yourself and
some guys fight it, but you embrace it, don't you?" I shrug, muttering, "I'm not
always submissive," which just stupidly confirms I'm aware I've a submissive
nature at times. Dammit, he caught me off guard. He says, "Yeah, that's smart.
Be submissive just when it counts the most, right, Dill?" I mutter, "I guess."
He's got an intimidating way about him and I think I prefer when he's bullying
me rather than this strange more intimate version of him. No, that's not right,
this is better. He tells me, "You start doing the edging around the shrubs and
I'll start doing the edging for the yard. When you finish with the shrubs I want
you to start on the other side of the yard and we'll meet at some spot." I nod
my head and start weed whacking around shrubbery. Okay, so he wants to be the
boss. I don't care, not if it means he acts a little more civilized towards me.
Ten minutes later we meet, having finished all the weed whacking for this
property. The leaf blowers almost caught up with us, and when they finish the
yard is done. Jerry hands me his weed whacker, saying, "Run this over to the
truck for me." Taking it from him, he smiles and nods his head toward the truck,
then he walks over to say something to Chubby. Fifteen seconds later Jerry and
Chubby are both laughing. Apparently Jerry's mended fences with my brother.
Jerry again sits between Seth and me during the ride to the next job, he's being
especially cordial to Seth as he casually has his arm across my shoulders. For
some reasons his behavior makes me think of how a con artist might act. Since I
don't know any con artists it's only a guess on my part. Still, this is a better
version of Jerry then the bullying one, and I have hope it leads to him being an
asset to the crew, especially for Robby's sake. The next job goes like the first
with Jerry telling me what to do. He's giving me grins now rather than sneers,
and I don't care if he's being sincere or being phony. It's not my first choice,
which would be him ignoring me, but it's better then earlier. The second
property takes only fifteen minutes and when we're done Jerry hands me his weed
whacker. I carry both weed whackers back to the truck as Jerry exchanges
pleasantries with Seth, who's carry a leaf blower. We do a third lawn before
breaking for coffees. It's a hot day so we leave our hats in the truck walking
into Dunkin' Donuts. Jerry walks beside me with his hand on the back of my neck.
It's better than being tripped. Inside he gives the back of my neck a little
squeeze and then we get in line with the others.

We find
a table where all five of us can sit together and everyone's in a good mood,
jabbering away. I couldn't imagine us doing this with Derek still in the group,
so Jerry isn't quite as bad as him. Chubby and I talk about the
week that we will have off work at the end of July. Jerry tells us a funny
incident he had at the Cape last year when he and his girlfriend went for the
weekend, without having reservations. They couldn't find a vacancy anywhere, it
poured rain the whole time, they ran out of gas and one thing after another kept
going wrong. They weren't even speaking to each other after sleeping in the car.
A disaster of a weekend, but he tells it in a funny way being quite self
deprecating too, laughing at himself for bad choices he made during the weekend.
I'm even laughing along with him and the others. See, my plan worked... sort of.
Apparently he's going to act civilized to me if I'm willing to overlook his
bullying by pretending to not take it seriously, along with allowing Jerry to be
the boss, and letting him sort of maul me a bit along the way. Not minor things,
but it's only for today and tomorrow and it's getting him into the group more so
he'll hopefully stay on the job. Stay on the job, that is, without being too
much of a pain in my ass. I gotta help my boyfriend, Robby, out. I love him and
I think he's handling the supervisor's job for our crew perfectly. He's the boss
and we all respect that, but he's supervising in a friendly way which doesn't
offend anyone. Hell, I love him so I'd say that, but I've heard the other guys
express the same thing too. And, Jerry's the brown nose type so Robby won't have
any problem with him like he had with Derek. It's going to work.

After
break Jerry and me are weed whacking away. We'll do this until lunch
then we'll be on leaf blowers and bagging the cut grass assignment. We'll
be doing that for the rest of the day. We finish the lawn with Jerry
automatically handing me his weed whacker to carry to the truck and stow away
for him. He walks along side me telling me about his girlfriend. When I've
secured the equipment we wait for the grass cutters to finish, as Jerry's
telling me, "Yeah, my girlfriend's cute, I got a picture of her right here," and
he pulls it from his wallet to show me. There's Jerry with his arm around a
buxom blond. I frown because it looks like she's a little overweight. Jerry
says, "She's pregnant in this picture and we we're thinking she should abort
because we're nineteen, going to college, and you know... it'd be nuts to try
taking care of a baby too. Abortion the sensible thing to do, but at the same
time it's hard." He seems a little broken-up about it and abruptly puts the
picture back in his wallet, saying, "We did it last week though, and we're
acting a little odd with each other since then. I took her to the clinic and it
was a bitch, for her much more than me obviously." Could it be he's actually got
regular human feeling along with being a bully? He probably doesn't consider
himself a bully in the first place, although he is one whether he knows it or
not. I mumble, "Gee, Jerry, I don't know what to say, but I think you did the
right thing considering the circumstances," and think how close my mom came to
abort me. He looks at me and shrugs, "It's done now, but we feel guilty about
it." The ride-on mower, driven by Lee, comes over to the truck followed by
Chubby and Lee with the leaf blowers. Jerry says to me, "Um, don't tell anybody,
okay? I feel funny about it and I don't know why I told you except I guess I
figured you'd be sympathetic." I guess he means because I'm gay. People have the
craziest ideas about gays. You can't generalize about any group of people.
Anyway, where's this leave my theory that Jerry's gay or bisexual? He could
still be bisexual I guess, but it throws off my thinking a little now that I
know he impregnated his girlfriend. He must be fucking her regularly. Hmmm, I
don't know what to think. But wait a minute, Ray's fucking his girlfriend and me
too, so why couldn't Jerry be a double-dipper like Ray. The important thing is
that progress is being made in the way Jerry treats me, so that's good because
it eliminates the possibility of real conflict. Riding to the next job he's got
his arm across my shoulders again almost pulling me against him like an embrace.
 Maybe he's the touchy-feely type. I've know some people who are like that,
always needing to touch you when talking to you. The rest of the morning goes
without any bullying, but Jerry's replaced bullying with something I can only
describe as affection. Any time we're walking, Jerry has his hand loosely on the
back of my neck, or he does those shoulder hugs of his. Occasionally he knocks
my hat off chuckling while rubbing my hair. It's weird, but he does seem more
likable then before.

The crew
has lunch in the same park we ate at last week. We're all at a picnic table
eating lunch with Chubby and Lee doing their humorous question and answer
routine. How they think up the questions is amazing to me, but the really
amazing thing is the quick answers from the other guy. Lee says, "My girlfriend
ran a red light and it was picked-up by one of those cameras. The car's
registered in my name so I got the four hundred dollar ticket in the mail. The
only way I can get out of this is by identifying her in court. The problem is
she already has points against her driving record, so she'd be fucked. Do I take
one for the team, or what?" Chubby says, "Oh my, Billy Lee, she's put you in an
awkward position alright, but at the same time you don't want to rat out the one
person on this earth who hopefully is gonna give you a blow job once in awhile.
Even if she says she won't hold it against you for ratting on her, I fucking
guarantee it'll come back and whack you in the balls at some point. Me? I'd hire
a lawyer and hope for the best." Lee goes, "Yeah, I guess that's what I'll do.
Um, Jeffrey, maybe you can help me with this. A local bar I've heard about
started serving 'smoking  cocktails' made with liquid nitrogen. I hear the
dry ice looks cool, but is this shit safe to drink?" Chubby answers, "Unless you
want to cryogenically freeze your intestines, then, no, it ain't safe. I'm not
saying the stuff can't be used safely by professionals, but unless your
bartender wears a white coat and has a Ph. D. in chemistry, I recommend you
stick with beer." We applaud that answer. They do four or five more, getting
more bizarre with each one and we get in a laughing frame of mind and it's a
good lunch break. Robby doesn't join us by the time Lee calls our lunch break
over and we dump our trash and walk to the truck still chuckling at the answers
Chubby and Lee came up with.

After
lunch Jerry and I work the leaf blowers, blowing grass clippings and dirt off
sidewalks and driveways. The mower sends clipping on the hard surfaces and the
weed whackers sends dirt and clipping all over the place. This property is at
the end of a block with a long sidewalk around two sides of the yard, plus a
winding driveway so we need to hustle to keep up with the mowers and weed
whackers. We make it though just as the other guys are finishing up. Jerry
throws up his arms in victory and then gives me a hug, saying, "Well okay,
partner, we made it." All I can think about is he's hugging me against his hairy
chest. I saw it yesterday when he was changing, a dense forest of red body hair.
On the truck again, before Lee starts it up, Jerry asks Seth, "Did you know
Dylan gives haircuts?" Seth says, "Yeah, he gave me this one," and he takes his
hat off showing his flattop that's already trained to stand up straight. Jerry's
like, "Wow, that's a good flattop. Dylan's giving me a haircut too," and he
turns to me, saying, "But not a flattop." I shrug and actually smile at Jerry
because he almost sounded excited about it, and he's acting more like a nineteen
year old today too, although he still looks older. He gets his arm around my
neck pulling my head over, asking, "How about today? Can you give me a haircut
today? And how much do you charge?" I struggle away from his grasp, with Seth
staring at us, a frown on his face. I go, "I don't charge anything, Jerry, the
haircuts are free. Today after work is fine. You can follow me and my brother
home." He says, "No, you'll ride with me. It's a pain in the ass caravanning
because I always get stuck at a red light and the lead car may not be able to
pull over right away." I mumble, "Okay, I'll ride with you." He gives me a grin
and another head rub knocking my hat off for about the tenth time today. At the
next job site we see Robby waiting for us, Chuck must have dropped him off. We
all say hello with Robby explaining it took him longer to fill out the work
forms for all of us than he expected. I don't have a clue what work forms he's
talking about... not that I particularly care. Robby asks Jerry how's it going
today, as Seth mutters to me, "Jerry's monopolizing your time in the truck and
we don't get to mess around." I go, "Yeah, but with only one mower on the truck
today we couldn't do much messing around anyway." He asks, "Can we get together
Wednesday after work?" I grimace, "Um, I'd like to Seth but I gotta do something
tomorrow. How about Thursday?" He says, "If I get everything done for my online
classes. It's midterms for me because I started five weeks ago. They have a
revolving schedule. Next week will be a lighter workload." Jerry calls over,
"Lets get moving, Dylan." Seth asks, "You're giving him a haircut, how'd that
come up?" I say, "I screwed-up and mentioned I give my friends haircuts and he
asked if he qualifies. What could I say? I want to keep peace and harmony in the
crew." He goes, "Yeah, I see what you mean."

I walk
over to Jerry, and he says, "I just gave a glowing review of you to Rob about
how good you are at training me." I mumble, "Thanks, Jerry," and he does the
jostling of me with an arm across my shoulders, as he says, "We're partners
ain't we?" I mumble, "You bet, Jerry." This isn't ideal, but it'll do for now.
After tomorrow we won't be together all day on the job, and how often will he
need a haircut. Maybe one more time this summer and then I'm back at Merrimack
and he's God only knows where. At his college I suppose. Now that Robby's with
us the work goes faster with one more worker. Usually Robby works right along
with the crew unlike the supervisor the first year I worked for Dickers
Landscaping. Last summer I worked at Stop and Shop, not with Robby. Now that
Robby back, Lee's sitting in the shot gun seat, so Chubby's in the back of the
truck and Jerry's sitting with him. They're laughing at something as Seth
whispers to me, "This is more like it. Sitting next to you is much better than
sitting next to Jerry." I mutter, "I'll say, he was mauling me; he had his paws
all over me." Seth laughs and says, "Well I can't blame him for that," as he
hugs my shoulders. "Much nicer," I say looking into Seth's pretty eyes. The rest
of the day goes by quickly and I've even gotten used to being fondled by Jerry
as we're walking to and from the truck, and I'm thinking he's not a bad dude
after all. Not someone I want as a close friend, but he's okay as a coworker. We
had to work out a few things between us to get them the way Jerry feels
comfortable. I'm flexible so it's no big deal to me. Just before getting on the
truck after the last lawn of the day I tell Chubby about me riding home with
Jerry to give him a haircut. Chubby says, "Wow, you're a real team player,
Dylan. Taking one for the team by appeasing Jerry. Actually, I'm glad your plan
worked out. I wasn't looking forward to us getting our asses kicked by him." He
squeezes my hand, smiles, and we get on the truck.

After
changing into our street clothes back at the locker room, Chubby gathers his and
my uniforms together to take home with him because it's his turn to wash them,
and make our lunch too. He grumbles, "Not fair to have to do both." I go, "Ah,
you poor baby. I'll have to do both sometimes too," and then Jerry says, "Ready,
Dylan?" Chubby whispers, "Good luck with his haircut. If he doesn't like it
he'll probably tie you in a knot." I smirk at Chubby, saying, "Who wouldn't like
my haircutting?" I join Jerry and we walk to his car, a late model Volkswagen
which seems a small car for such a big guy. Six foot, three inches with wide
shoulders and a big body over all. Not fat, but big boned. When we're in the
car, he says, "This is my girlfriends car. Mine's getting fixed, the fucking
clutch needs to be replaced." Oh, that explains that. While driving, Jerry talks
about college and how it's was easier in his freshman year than he expected.
He's going to Tuffs which is known more for brainiac's then Merrimack College.
At least that's what I've heard. I'm honest about my college efforts telling
Jerry that my boyfriend is the driving force behind my study habits, and of
course I'm thinking back on our threesome study groups that got me my highest
grades. Jerry says, "I understand, guys like you are all about having fun and
those of us who are more serious need guys like you in our lives to lighten
things up." What's he mean, 'Guys like me'? Does he mean because I'm gay I like
to have more fun, or is he referring to my submissive nature? I don't know, but
does it really matter what he means anyway. I'm very pleased how today turned
out. Like I said, it wasn't perfect by a long shot, but it was much better then
yesterday. I'm giving him directions to my condo and we're soon there with Jerry
parking at the curb below the condos. We walk up the steps and Jerry's very
light on his feet for such a big person. Inside the house Jerry says, "Nice
little place. Do you and your brother and mother and father bump into each other
a lot?" Kind of a rude thing to say, although he didn't say it in a rude way. I
go, "It's just me and my mom. Chubby lives in the condo above us with his mom.
Our father died when he was seventeen, or it  was eighteen I guess." He
looks at me, "You mean, um, well it's none of my business. Do you have a
bathroom in your bedroom?" I go, "Yes, it's through that door there." I assume
he needs to pee or something. He says, "Well, come on then," and I ask, "Why?"
He says, "To shampoo my hair, of course. I've never had a haircut without the
hair stylist shampooing my hair first. They tell me it's the only way to insure
the hairs all relax into their proper length." I say, "I've never heard of that
and I've never shampooed anyone's hair before a haircut." He gets his arm around
my neck, saying, "There's a first time for everything, buddy, let's go," and he
sort of drags me with him into my bedroom. His left arm is around my neck, and
with his right arm he picks up my desk chair on the way through my bedroom. In
the bathroom he places the chair about ten inches in front of the sink, with the
chair facing away from the sink. What the fuck....

I go,
"Wait, Jerry, I, um, ya know, I don't give shampoos. Um, I just never have." He
laughs, "It's not rocket science, Dill. Just shampoo my hair like you shampoo
your own hair." He pulls a hand towel off the rack and folds it, then places it
at the top of the chair's back. He sits in the chair with the back of his neck
resting on the towel and then tilts the chair back so the front legs are off the
floor. Jesus, I hope the chair doesn't break, Jerry's gotta be over two hundred
pounds. Jerry's facing away from the sink, his head over the sink. He goes, "Be
vigorous, if you don't mind. The shampoo is the best part of a haircut
experience." I go, "Experience? It's just a haircut. Um, okay, I guess I'll
shampoo your hair. This is a first," as I'm thinking of Robby shampooing my hair
that time I put gel in it. It was quite a pleasant experience now that I think
about it. When the water's warm I pour handfuls of it onto Jerry's hair turning
his hair even a darker shade of red. You know, I might like to do this for
certain guys, but Jerry unfortunately isn't one of them. When his hair is
soaking wet I pour on shampoo and work it in with both hands. He's got
ridiculously thick hair and lots of it. It's about seven inches long on top and
almost covers his ears on the sides. I ask, "What kind of haircut do you want,
Jerry?" He goes, "I've been thinking about that. Working outdoors for the rest
of the summer I'm thinking it should be short, and something that I don't need
to fuss with, but not so short it sticks up. Your the hair stylist I'll leave
the decision up to you." Oh great, I'm going to be tied into a pretzel if I get
it wrong. Then as my fingers are massaging his head and shampooing his hair, I
think, 'Oh no, I don't have a barber's cape. He'll be
shirtless with his hairy body making me ill. The chest hair Ray and a few posse
guys have is sexy, but not all that red hair on Jerry's body. No way that's
sexy."  I say, "Oh, I just remembered something, I don't have a
barber's cape. Do you mind if I use a towel or something to wrap around your
shoulders?" He says, "Hair will still get on my shirt. I'll take my shirt off,
but it's inexcusable you don't have a proper cape." In my head I think, 'Fuck
you and the cape,' but he's been civil to me for most of the day so I let
it slide."

I find
I'm sorta getting into this shampoo deal. All these creamy shampoo suds, and now
his thick hair isn't looking so bad to me, plus it's got great texture. It's
sort of soothing running my fingers through the slippery shampoo moving his mass
of hair here and there with my fingers rubbing his scalp. Jerry's apparently
enjoying it too. His body's relaxed, his eyes are closed, and there's a slight
smile on his lips. I concentrate on the scalp massage and after a minute or so
he murmurs, "You're doing a great job, Dill. I sorta thought you would. My hair
stylist is gay too. Since I'm bisexual he gives me special shampoo treatment
much like you're doing." He slipped in that bisexual comment so easily, as if I
already knew he was. Well I did suspect it and I asked him if he was when he got
me exasperated yesterday, but he avoided the question. I hesitantly say, "Oh, I
didn't know you were bi, Jerry." He quietly says, "I don't tell a lot of people
and you're not to either, but yeah I have a guy I hook up with once or twice a
month when the urge hits, but mostly I'm straight." I go, "Oh, uh huh," but feel
a little worried about him telling me. Does he expect something from me? Jesus!
I'm nervous now. Thinking about that, I begin cupping water in my hands to begin
the rinsing process, but Jerry emphatically goes, "NO! More shampooing." Then he
adds, "Please, if you don't mind. I'm really enjoying this, you have talented
fingers." So I add more shampoo and get into it again. The shampoo goes on for
fifteen minutes and I think I can see the beginnings of a boner in Jerry's
shorts. I could be wrong, but that's what it appears to be. And then I realize
my dick is pretty firm too and, yeah, shampooing a guy's hair is kinda erotic,
but someone besides Jerry would be better. Still, I almost have a boner. It kind
of pisses me off because I don't find him sexy at all. Finally I'm losing
interest, and ask, "Can I stop now, Jerry, my fingers are tired?" and get mad at
myself for asking. I should just stop when I want to. He says, "Just two more
minutes, Dill, then rinse and blow dry." I roll my eyes, blow dry, what's he
think this is, a fancy salon? Okay, I know Jerry's bossing me around, and I'm
accepting it because it's for a good cause, and not just for Robby's sake
either, I need Jerry to lighten-up on me too. Even though I'm flexible, I still
have a limit to what I can take. If Jerry continued acting towards me the way he
did yesterday and first thing this morning, work would be hell for me. I'd
eventually snap and nothing good would come from that. This is not a small
matter where Robby and I are concerned, but it is a small matter to me if Jerry
needs to be bossy. It's ironic how I usually like bossy when my boyfriends are
involved, but this isn't the case with Jerry. It's not a sexual turn-on thing
with Jerry, more a survival thing.

I go
about three minutes longer, just to be sure, then begin rinsing the shampoo out
of Jerry's hair using cups of water. I have plastic cups for rinsing toothpaste
out after brushing, although I usually just cup water in my hand for that. He's
got a lot of hair and a lot of shampoo in it, so the cups of water work better.
It's takes many cups, but his hair is finally rinsed very well. I towel dry it
and then he sits forward with all four legs of the chair on the floor. I comb
through his hair to get out tangles, then get the hair dryer from the cabinet
under the sink and plug it in. I haven't used a hair dryer for a couple of years
because, starting with Willie, my boyfriends keep my hair very short. It's
funny, but they all have that in common, with Willie being the worst one. Wicked
short haircuts on my head when Willie was in charge. I miss him, but it's best
not to stir that pot again. His pride won't allow him to call me after I
rejected his offer to get together last time he called. The only way we'll be
getting together again is if I call him and I'm resistant to that idea, and hope
I can remain resistant. He was getting way too dominant with me and after Ryan
taught me that lesson I see that I'm susceptible to being way too submissive. I
brush Jerry's hair as I blow it dry with the noisy hair dryer. Finally it's
crackling with electricity and totally dry. He has pretty nice hair clean like
this, but dark red isn't a color I particularly like. Light red hair is an
awesome, but a rather rare color for hair.
I say,
"All done, Jerry," and he murmurs, "That was delightful, Dill. Thank you. Where
do you do the haircuts?" I go, "In the finished basement." He's like, "Lead the
way," and that's what I do. I'll clean-up the bathroom later.

In the
basement I point out the stool he'll sit on, but when he tries it out he's too
tall. I'd have to reach way up cutting his air. He says, "Go upstairs and get
the desk chair." It's a little grating the way he said that, so to show a some
independence I get a kitchen chair instead. He takes his shirt off and all that
red body hair is kinda blinding at first. He has hair on his shoulders and part
way down his back. Not that it's all that rare I suppose. You see it on the
Wildwood beach all the time. I block it from my mind and get out the barber
tools. Jerry asks, "Where's your spray bottle?" I shrug, "What do you mean?" He
says, "You can't cut hair dry," and I go, "Why not?" It's his turn to shrug, "I
don't know, the hair stylist always wets my hair first, that's all I know." I
go, "It's not necessary," and I run a comb through his hair, asking, "Can you
give me a hint how short you'd like it?" He says, "I don't know, short but not
so short it sticks up. I want it to lay flat." I say, "Well the sides will be
short, and away from your ears." He says, "Whatever, Dill, you're the hair
stylist." I mutter, "I'm a barber." As I turn on the clippers, he says, "This
will be a new experience. It's rare the stylist uses clippers, usually just in
the back a little." I go, "Uh huh," and run the clippers, with a five/eight inch
guide, part way up the side of his head and a great deal of red hair fall off my
fingers and onto his shoulders getting caught in his body hair. After five
swipes of the clippers, he mumbles, "I wish you had a barber's cape." Yeah, and
this is the first haircut I've given that I wish I had one too.

Finished
going around his head with the clippers, it'll be all scissor work from here on.
I could use the clippers, but I don't get a chance to do a lot of scissor
cutting. I have professional barber's scissors and they're extremely sharp. With
Jerry's thick hair I'll probably get a chance to use thinning shears too. This
is turning out to be kinda fun, even though it's Jerry. Starting with the long
hair above the clipper cut, I comb up hair and slice it off easily with the
scissors, then a little higher up and so forth tapering the hair on the side and
back of his head. It's looking good, but scissor cutting takes longer so this is
one of the longer haircuts I've given in quite some time. There's a lot of cut
hairs on Jerry's shoulder and torso. He notices it too, saying, "I hope you have
a plan for getting these hairs off me, Dill. You do have a plan, don't you?" The
answer to that is, 'No,' but I get an idea and comb through the hairs on his
shoulder using a fine-tooth comb and almost all the loose hairs fall to the
floor, but I still need to put my fingers in his body hair to get the rest of
the cut hairs, ugh. I brush his shoulder and the cut hairs come free, so I have
a plan after all. I say, "Feel your shoulder," he does, muttering, "Good, boy,
Dill, you're a very clever fellow." I say, "Thanks," and he asks, "Do you have a
hand held mirror I can use to see how it's coming along?" I pass the mirror to
him and he appraises the side I've finished. He reaches up and runs his fingers
through it, then through the hairs in the back, saying, "This is cool looking,
Dill. Feels sexy too, but how about going a little shorter. My girlfriend's been
nagging me to get a short haircut and it looks like you're the guy who can do
that. It's very well cut." Jeez, he can be a regular guy at times. I mutter,
"Thanks," and go over the side again cutting about an additional half inch off
with Jerry watching in the mirror. He says, "You make it look so easy. That's
perfect." I didn't expect him to be so complimentary. I expected the opposite.
Apparently I'm not going to get tied in a knot after all. I recut the back and
then match the length on the other side of his head. Lots and lots of dark red
hair everywhere. It looks so much better short and it doesn't look as dark as it
did when it was long. I comb the bangs forward and the hair comes down past his
nose. I cut across the hairs, halfway up his forehead, and a ton of hair falls
on his lap. He leaves it there. Then I comb the newly cut bangs up and back,
cutting off another inch and a half and work towards the back of his head
cutting off tons of red hair. Damn, I get a kick out of cutting long hair to
short and my dick is sorta firm, feeling really good. Jerry says, "Not to be
picky, Dill, but again I'd like it shorter, but on top this time." I say, "It's
only about an inch and a half now, Jerry. If I go much shorter it might stick up
on the crown back here," and I cup the  crown of his head, adding, "And
I'll need to take the sides shorter or they'll be longer than the hairs on top.
He goes, "Okay, do it, but just the hairs on the crown sticking up, that sounds
like a sexy look too." He turns his head to look at me, saying enthusiastically,
"I'm really enjoying this. Thanks, Dill."

Another
thank you, which is another surprise, but I'm very pleased to discover he can be
polite. I say, "I'll use the clippers again to keep it even at a shorter
length." He shrugs, "You're the stylist," and I mutter, "Barber," as I put on a
guide on the clippers and run it around the sides and back. Then a shorter guide
to cut the lower part of the sides and back, blending in with the slightly
longer hairs above. This hair cut has gone on for over a half hour now, and
counting. Using clipper over comb technique I cut the hairs on top down to about
and inch, getting shorter going from front to back and the hairs at the crown
end up being just long enough to lay down. He's still watching his reflection in
the mirror. He says, "I kinda would like to see the hairs sticking up back
there. My girlfriend will squeal when she sees it." So I accommodate his wishes
and cut the hairs shorter so they are too short to lay flat. He says, "Perfect,"
and I'm finally almost done. Using the trimmers to outline around his ears, and
then taper at the hairline in back, I go, "Ta da, all done, Jerry," as I ruffle
through his hair with both hands getting all the cut clipping off his head. He
says, "You're not quite done, you need to get all these clippings off of me, and
don't you have one of those massage machine to massage my shoulders?" Not
knowing what he's talking about, I go, "I don't have a machine, but I can
massage your shoulders." He says, "Okay, I always get a shoulder massage to
relax me before the haircut, but you do it afterwards apparently, so we'll do it
your way." I'm combing through the hair on his shoulders, then brushing through
the shoulder hairs with my hands. I might as well get use to touching his body
hair since I'll be massaging his shoulders. Taking a deep breath I start in
running the comb through the hair on his back, and then his chest. Very weird, I
must say. It takes a couple of minutes, but I'm use to the feel of his body hair
by now. It's not creeping me out as much as I thought it would. He mutters, "Now
my lap." Taking another deep breath, I begin combing his lap to get off the
hair. I can't tell if he still has a boner, although I have a partial one
myself. He stands up and we both wipe at his lap, with him laughing, "You're
giving me a hard on, Dill. You gay guys are awesome. Ha ha." So he does have a
partial boner too and it feels big. Ya know, to me there's something sexy about
giving haircuts and that's turned-out to be true even though it's Jerry. A
little surprising.

All the
hairs are off his lap and his body so he sits down again and I massage his big
shoulders, ignoring his shoulder hair, and the back of his neck, then his scalp.
It's not turning me off like I expected it would. That's a bit curious. It goes
on for five minutes, then Jerry says, "You got me all tingly, Dill. Come around
here in front of me now." I do that wondering what's up. Still sitting, Jerry
puts a hand on each of my shoulders and gently pulls me close to him, in between
his knees, looks me in the eyes, and says, "I was a little rough on you a few
times yesterday and this morning, and you stood up to it real well, meaning you
took it without complaining to anyone. I liked that and it's emboldened me to
make a proposition to you. First a true confession. You're maybe the sexiest
looking male I've ever laid eyes on, and for some reason I let that fact piss me
off. Maybe it's because you were sexually arousing to me without even trying,
and I consider myself mostly heterosexual. It shook me up how attracted to you I
was from the start. Usually the bisexual thing has been nothing more than a side
hobby, but you brought it to the forefront and it made me mad at myself. Being a
jerk, I took  it out on you and I apologize for that. Now here's my
proposition. To relieve this sort of infatuation I have for you and allow me to
get myself back to acting normal with you, I'm hoping you'll agree to have sex
with me today. Just once and I'll get it out of my system. I know myself well,
and can guarantee this will solve my problem and allow for you and me to be
friends. Not only won't I pick on you anymore, nobody else will either or
they'll need to deal with me." I thinking, Oh goody, my own body guard. Jerry
says, "I swear it would be only this one time, just this once right now, and
you've got my word of honor I'll never pester you for sex again or be anything
but cordial to you. I just gotta have the thrill of fucking that awesome ass of
yours. What do you say? I know it bizarre, but I'm asking you please. I've got a
condom in my wallet, although I had no idea I might be using it with you. Can I
Dill? It's up to you, because I won't force you to do it." I'm looking back at
him astounded, astounded mostly that I'm thinking about giving this serious
consideration. Jerry's being totally up front about it and asking in a nice way.
Then there'd be no more tripping or nose flicking, instead a smiling good guy,
and he'll probably stay on the job. He's watching me watch him. He squeezes my
shoulders a little, opening his eyes wide, like, 'What do you say?' I say, "Um,
I'd feel kinda cheap doing that, Jerry. Ya know?" He nods his head, "Yeah, I
thought of that and all I got to counter that thought with is this: I don't
think you'd be cheap or slutty at all. I'd think you'd be a damn good guy doing
a friend a huge favor. I got this thing about you and I know myself, one time is
all I'll need to scratch the itch, so to speak." Huh, I use that itch metaphor
for having my fetish satisfied sometimes, and I say, 'So to speak' too. We've
got something in common. Plus, he's come up with a good rationalization for me
to do it, and a reason I wouldn't be cheap doing it. Yeah, help out a friend.
Hmmm, doing the haircut was fairly sexy and I'm raved-up from that. I've been
trying to make a friend out of him, or a coworker anyway. Okay, I'm gonna
do it although I'm not sure how turned-on I'll get. That's not the point though;
it's how turned-on Jerry is about doing it. I guess it's flattering too... if
it's not smooth talking bull shit, that is. I say, "Since you put it that way,
Jerry, I gotta say, yeah. I'll do it as a favor for you." He's excited, "Thanks,
"Dill, you're awesome!"

He
stands up, and goes, "Okay, let me push my luck. One kiss, please, I gotta kiss
your sexy lips once in my life. I won't take advantage of it, just one kiss."
Well, if I'm gonna let him fuck me, I guess I can throw in a kiss." I nod my
head and he lifts my chin so I'm looking up towards his face. He leans down and
kisses me and sort of sucks on my lips. He has puffy lips himself that feel
amazingly sexy on mine. His big hand goes behind my head holding my head gently,
and from habit I open my mouth a little and his tongue goes in my mouth. It's a
nice tongue, neither mushy nor too hard. It's obvious he knows how to kiss and
must do a lot of it, so it's pretty much an expert kiss. I have my eyes closed
feeling his scratchy whiskers around my lips and all over my chin, plus some on
my cheeks. God, it's becoming sexy and my hands go to his waist as he sucks on
my tongue and I feel my cock getting hard. My hands go around his neck,
seemingly on their own as I concentrate on not moaning. He's moving his head,
lips, and tongue with his whiskers seemingly everywhere and it's very sexually
arousing to me. I've already mentioned Jerry has an unexpected hot sexy scent
about him, and everything about this kiss is such a winning combination, a moan
comes from my throat, "Mmmmmm." My body's against his hairy chest with my hips
humping his thigh. He does one last suck on my tongue and pulls away with his
lips making a wet smacking sound as the let go of mine. I grope my crotch,
staring at him, kinda shocked at myself He goes, "Oh my God, Rob is such a lucky
kid. That was amazing, Dylan." Oh, it's Dylan now. He shakes his head, mumble,
"God, you're sexy. Okay, I got the kiss checked off my list and what a hot kiss!
Where should we do, you know, the rest? Is doggy style okay?" I'm still a little
breathless from the kiss and my cock's throbbing. I'm seeing Jerry much
differently then before. I came to like shampooing his hair, the haircut was
down right sexy fun, even getting the clippings out of his body hair was sexy in
the end, and now that amazing kiss. Plus he looks so much better with short
hair, it's like an unbelievable change in him. Biting my lip, I go, "We can have
sex down here if you want, and doggy style is one of my favorites." He's being
very nice too, which helps everything along except he might try being a tiny bit
more bossiness, although I can't very well suggest it.

Jerry's
saying, "Jesus, what a sex pot you are! Okay, do you always have sex naked?" He
notices I'm getting undressed. I'm used to getting undressed for Ray and
absently began taking my clothes off. What I was thinking about mostly is my
boner and hoping it will go down. I go, "Oh, um, I don't mind being naked," and
Jerry's like, "Neither do I, Dill," as he takes off his shorts. His shirts
already off, although from a distance it might appear he's wearing a red
sweater. I drop my jockey shorts and Jerry stares, then asks, "Did you get that
hard on from my kiss?" I blush, mumbling, "Yeah, I get boners easily." He hugs
me to him and sorta breaks his word by kissing me again. I can't help it, my
bare hairless chest is encased in his furry chest hair and my arms go around his
neck again and this time my tongue goes into his mouth. Jerry really gets into
the kiss and we both do a quiet, Mmm,mmm." He's the one who breaks the kiss this
time too. He goes, "Jesus, you're freakin' nuclear hot." My face blushes because
of the way I went at the kiss. I mutter, "Um, I just want to keep my part of the
bargain." He chuckles putting a hand on each of my shoulders and sort of pushing
me back a little. I guess I was clinging to him. He says, "I don't usually kiss
with my sex partner. Heh heh, the truth is we've never kissed. I just felt
differently about you, but you're a guy so a long make-out isn't something I'm
interested in." I must have had a startled look on my face because he quickly
adds, "Not that it wasn't, um, sexy and awesome sharing a kiss with you." Then
to change the subject I suppose, he backs up and looks at my body. saying,
"That's a good looking dick you got there, and I like that you shave your pubic
hair. That's so cool. You've got a lot of balls doing that, Dill. Most guys
would be self conscious without pubic hair." Then he takes his hands from my
shoulders and pulls his pants off, and I gulp. His cock has a mushroom head like
Ray's. It's only the second one I've ever seem. Jerry's is a little bigger
around and slightly longer than Ray's. Jerry says, "I'm hung pretty good, not
that I had anything to do with it. Hope my cock doesn't scare you." He's being
so nice and I'm not sure now if the bully personality, or this nice one, is
Jerry's predominant personality. He's shaking his head slowly, muttering, "Man,
you have almost a perfect body. It's like a Greek statue, except with a bigger
organ. Gay lads must be falling all over themselves trying to get your
attention." I mumble, "Not really." He's stroking himself, then asks, "Can you
help me get this thing hard. To be honest with you I get a little nervous with
gay sex. I'm more comfortable with regular sex, but doing it with a guy once or
sometimes twice a month is awfully good too. I just feel out of my element a
little bit when I'm doing it." I bend over to pick up the clothes I dropped on
the floor, and Jerry goes, "Oh my God, there's that perfect ass of yours. God!
It's so much hotter, um, when it's bare as in naked." He does seem a little
flustered. Ya know, I think he's being straight with me about all this. Anyway,
I'm a little nervous myself. You know, because of his cock's girth, but I'm also
strangely anxious to experience it. As of eight o'clock this morning I
wouldn't have believed in a million years I'd be giving Jerry a shampoo and
haircut, never mind kissing him or having sex with him. What a shocker! He says
he needs help getting a boner so I naturally go down on my knees and take his
cock from him and stroke it. What a hunk of meat this thing is. Jerry mumbles,
"Damn, I never expected this much help." I put the mushroom head of his cock in
my warm mouth and lick it like an all-day sucker. It gets hard pretty fast as
Jerry makes a hissing sound between his teeth, then mutters, "Holy shit, you're
awesome."

The
mushroom head on his cock fills my mouth pretty much, so there's no way I can
get it in my throat. All I can manage to do is stroke the shaft and suck the
head. I do that and feel it growing fatter and longer in my fist. Holy shit is
right. This will be the biggest cock that's ever been up my ass. It'll condition
my rectum nicely for Ray's smaller version tomorrow night. Can I believe myself?
I find I'm really looking forward to Ray letting me back in the posse, and then
him fucking me after the basketball game. He's really captured my imagination
somehow. It probably has something to do with me missing sex with Ryan, and
Ray's bossy in just the right dosage too. That satisfies my submissive side.
Okay, Jerry's cock is really hard and large now. It's too big and heavy to stick
straight out like mine does. Jerry steps back after drooling precum in my
mouth. A string of it breaks off as his cock pulls from my mouth and the string
wets my chin. Nice taste to his precum. He's breathing deeply, grinning and
mumbling, "I think I'm in over my head with you, Dill. Never had a sex
partner into sex as you are. Damn, you're smoking hot." I'm not sure why he
thinks I'm smoking hot... I'm just doing the normal stuff involved with having
buddy sex. Is Jerry my buddy though? I guess after today he will be, but this is
one and done as far as sex with him goes. He's opening a condom packet, saying,
"I'm excited now, Dylan, would you get on your hands and knees?" I do that,
thinking, 'He called me Dylan again. Guess I'm winning him over'. Jerry comes
over as I look back at that big boner of his. I say, "How about giving my ass a
couple of smacks to loosen it up." He chuckles, then asks, "You're not serious,
right?" I go, "Yeah, just a couple of smacks." He shrugs, and wallops the hell
out of my left butt cheeks and I slide forward on the rug irritating the brush
burns on the palms of my hands. The butt cheek quivers and stings as the other
one gets a smack that echoes in my ears, as I yell, "Ow, oh man!" The
stinging seems to get worse, as he mumbles, "Sorry, but I'm just doing what you
asked me to do. Want a couple more? I go, "No, no that's enough!" He says, "Your
ass is bright red. Is it okay to start?" I nod my head and he lines up his cock
as I stare back at his hairy legs. The mushroom head is pushing against my anus
just spreading the lips slightly. There's plenty of lubricant on the condom
though, and that's helping spread the lips wider. He says, "Tight, Dill,"
pushing harder. I look to the front now, hanging my head between my arms as my
anus stretches some more. Now it feels like he's going to split the lips of my
ass, as he mutters, "Almost in, I'm going slow." Okay, it's officially painful
now, and then it's inside my ass, feeling like a telephone pole. Jerry groans,
"Oh, dude, this is beyond belief." He's gripping my hips as he continues pushing
the telephone pole up my ass and it hurts, but I love how full my rectum is.
It's hard to explain, but to me this is the best feeling in the world. Oh, it's
so fucking full back there!

Jerry
goes, "This is fantastic. It's like your ass is hugging and pulsating on my
boner." Well, my rectum's pulsating alright and that delicious pain/pleasure
sensation has my head shaking and my shoulders shuddering already, so God only
knows what will happen when I climax. He's still going up my ass with my anus
stretched deliciously and my rectum scrambling to accommodate this telephone
pole of a boner. His thick pubic patch finally covers my buttocks and his hairy
legs tickle the outside of my thighs. Jerry grunts, then mutters, "I'm loving
this. What an ass on you, Dill... it's just phenomenal. Trouble is I feel like
climaxing already. Never experienced anything quite like this before. Jake can't
compare with you." I suppose Jake is his buddy sex partner. The pain is fleeing
quickly from my talented and experienced rectum, and the pleasure sensors are
intensifying their signals to the sexual pleasure center in my brain giving me a
sexy squirmy feeling all over my body and I let out a moan, "Ooooh, god, mmmm."
The sensations fill my head just as quickly as the pain left and again my
shoulders shudder and I do another quiet moan, "Ooooh, mmmm." He asks, "Feel
good, Dill?" I'm sucking on my lips nodding my head, and as he begins
withdrawing I let out a long, "Mmmmm, oooh, Jerry it feels so good now." The
mushroom head distends the lips of my anus, pulling them backwards more than I'd
have thought possible, and then he's pushing it back up my ass as my whole body
shakes with me biting my lip and whimpering because it feels so good. He says,
"I got you now," and he starts a steady fucking with his hairy crotch and legs
adding something different to the experience and I'm already pushing back into
his thrusts. Jerry rubs the palm of one hand down my back giving me chills and
goose bumps. His other hand massages my left butt cheek and I'm into one long
moan of intense sexual pleasure with my boner sticking out from my body so hard
and tight it's just this side of aching. Precum drools from my cock as my body
rocks from his harder thrusts, that keep getting quicker and quicker as Jerry
gasps and groans. His hands cup my shoulders now as he pulls me forcefully into
each hard thrust. He's really strong and big and I feel so skinny and small and
hairless with his huge cock plowing my ass and his large hairy body dominating
me. It's like I'm this little thing completely under Jerry's control and a deep
submissive trance descends on me intensifying the incredible sensations in my
rectum and anus. My cock quivers from the tightness, barely moving as he
forcefully pulls me back into his hairy crotch, his big boner electrifying my
rectum and has it screaming with pleasure of all kinds. My prostate is like a
church bell gonging with so much sexual pleasure I can almost hear it. My head's
back as I make the most embarrassing sounds of sexual pleasure ever, "Aaaaah,
mmmm, Jerrrrry, ooh, ooh, umm, ohh," feeling like a little kid compared to Jerry
and his telephone pole of a cock. Jerry's mostly making loud grunting sounds
now. It's on me now, the volcano of pleasure intensifies to an unbelievable
level as my back arches and I squeal loudly like a girl with a mouse on her
foot. Lots of creamy cum pours from my cock, splashing on the floor and
splattering my thighs. Then it's like I pass-out as four more shots of spunk
fires from my cock and all I see for a few seconds of exquisite sexual pleasure
is blackness as I try absorbing all the sensations of orgasm. Jerry goes,
"Ooooh! Fuck!" and lays on my back doing little humps, filling the condom, as my
vision become technicolor again. My arms give out with the weight of Jerry on my
back and I flatten on the floor, laying in my own cum. That seems to happen to
me frequently. The brute lays on me humping his hips and awesome sensations
still sparkle in my ass as I groan and my body shakes. I'm feeling small and
helpless but incredibly well taken care of as the awesome aftershock sensations
zoom around my body before slowly calming down. I go, "Ooooh," quietly. Then
he's done.

Jerry
mutters in my ear, "Christ! I saw fucking stars when I climaxed. Holy shit, that
was everything I thought it would be and much more." He pulls his cock out
making a sloppy pop sound when he forced the mushroom head past my sphincter
muscle. My ass is wet with lubricant, but empty of spunk. Unusual situation for
me. I'm weak, my ass wide open, still quivering and vibrating. Jerry gets a hand
under each of my armpits and drags me up. I'm shaky on my feet and standing
bowlegged again with my ass pushed out; I'm off balanced and stumble against
Jerry. Ray's not the only one who can fuck me into this bowlegged stance.
Willie's done it a few times too. Jerry's body hair is very soft as he puts his
arms around me; they're hairy too. It feels safe and comfortable in Jerry's
arms, and then I realize I'm still in my submissive trance and of course Jerry
has no idea about that. I stand still in his arms a second trying to gather my
thoughts, then take a deep breath, thinking again, 'Jerry smells good,' and then
force myself to back up away from him. In a submissive mood I could make a
complete ass of myself if I'm not careful. Jerry says, "You're one in ten
million, Dylan. I've never run into anyone like you before. You made it seem
like I was the dream of your life come true, and you're participation in sex is
extraordinary. I sincerely thank you for allowing me to fulfill this fantasy I
had about you." I'm not sure what he means by all that, but it's helps to get my
brain back to planet earth. After a dominating fuck like that, dominating
because of his size and huge cock mostly. It's like if he had sternly said 'suck
my cock' and then slapped my ass again I'd be gobbling his huge cock until he
told me to stop. Fortunately he isn't aware it was a dominating fuck and that I
sometimes get in these submissive trances. He thought it was just me willingly
participating in our sexual act. I mutter, "It was quite an experience alright,
Jerry. You fuck really good." He asks, "Is there a bathroom down here?" as he
pulls off his condom and holds it at his side. I point to the door for the half
bath staring at the large bubble of spunk at the nipple of the condom. It's
bigger than a ping pong ball. This past hour or so is maybe the most surprising,
unexpected period of time in my life. Jerry flushes the toilet and I hear the
facet of the sink go on so I assume he's washing his cock. Slowly getting
dressed I blush thinking how embarrassed I am about all my moans and squeals.
Not too cool to say the least. Jerry comes out and smiles at me, then gets
dressed, saying, "Damn, I checked out my haircut again and really like it.
Thanks, man. I appreciate everything you did for me this afternoon. It was truly
an awesome time and you got a bud in me from here on out. I keep my word, so
don't worry about me nagging you to do this again, although I would like another
haircut from you, if you're willing. You know, in a month or so." Huh, no
mention of my embarrassing moans and squeals. I appreciate that. I'm thinking
how I wouldn't mind doing the whole thing again when he comes for his next
haircut, but don't say that. Instead I go, "Sure thing, Jerry." Dressed, Jerry
pats my back, saying, "You're a special person, Dylan, thanks again." I walk
upstairs with him and he gives me a grin, asking, "This is between you and me,
right? I don't mean the haircut, but the rest. I'd be embarrassed if it got
out." I go, "Mum's the word, Jerry. No one will hear about it from me." He give
my shoulder a pat and he's gone.

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


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