Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2013 04:52:31 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Re: Fwd: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO   Chapter 45    by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


				Chapter  45


			     by Donny Mumford


Thursday the work went well and the day flew by, and now tomorrow's the
last day of the work week so things are looking promising for me. This
should be a good weekend too: I have a date with Robby on Friday, with Ray
on Saturday, and then Robby again on Sunday. On Monday Seth and me are
hooking up for another date... yeah, it's good to be alley-catting around
again. In addition to those dates with my boyfriends, I'm looking forward
to giving the whole posse haircuts this week; doing their haircuts is fun
for me. I've just set-up the barbershop for the boys coming over for
haircuts this afternoon and while waiting for them I'm sitting on the front
stoop smoking a cigarette and thinking about the date I had with Ray last
night. It was a very sexually hot time of course, but as sometimes happens
with Ray issues popped-up to go along with the hot sex. Last night he went
on a tirade about how poorly I treated him during the years he was asking
for my help in determining if he was bisexual. We worked it out eventually,
but in the process Ray got pissed-off and became extremely stern and
dominant. He gave me a lot of shit because of the mocking way I treated him
during those two to three years. What the hell, I thought it was a game
back then, but as it turns out Ray was dead serious about it all, so my
joking around humiliated him. I'm referring to the way I responded to him
before we hooked-up as boyfriends obviously, since then I've been basically
kissing his ass. On the plus side, his stern and dominant manner put me
into a submissive trance during our sex. I haven't really experience that
since Ryan moved to Georgia. Ray doesn't know about my submissive fetish,
so I'm not sure what he thought of my submissive behavior when I was in the
trance. In any case, it was nice to revisit that submissive state of mind
and I hope I get to do so again soon. Willie was the first one to
dominantly put me into a dreamy submissive trance, and then Ryan did it
even better. Anyway, I'm looking forward to Saturday night's date with Ray
to see if he can do it again, and I'll bet he can. My submissive trance
heightens all the fabulous sensations of oral and anal sex for me. Damn, it
was sexy hot!


After Ray and I had our hot sex together we hooked-up with some of the
posse boys at the Dairy Queen, and I'm a little encouraged from the way
Devon acted towards me. The posse boys were asking Ray and me questions
about our date. Their questioning included all the sexual innuendoes you'd
expect would be part of the conversation. The boys seem fascinated Ray and
I had just participated in gay sex and they pumped us for the details. We
were slightly graphic discussing those details, with Ray doing so in a
slightly boastful manner, and the boys were definitely interested in every
tidbit of information they could drag out of us. The encouraging thing to
me is there was no negative reaction coming from Devon, so maybe he doesn't
find gay sex offensive. Or maybe he's actually curious about it. You don't
need to be gay or bi to be curious, and maybe even interested in
experimenting to see how the other side lives. This is being wildly
optimistic of me, of course, but I'm just saying maybe. Also Devon and I
did a little mutual head and hair rubbing. I started it by running my
fingers through his hair, and then he returned the favor giving me chills
down my back as his fingers ruffled through my hair. We were talking about
the posse getting haircuts this week, that's what led to us feeling each
other's hair. It was a discussing about Devon's last haircut as compared to
my burr haircut. I'm really looking forward to cutting his hair, and maybe
a little extra touching. I don't know when this crush I have for Devon
developed, but it's definitely on me now. Then, when I was sharing the
posse hug 'goodbye' with Devon, I hugged him too tightly and held the hug
too long. The sides of our faces touched too, but none of it seemed to faze
him. I got a boner of course, but the point is Devon didn't object to my
overly long hug or anything else we did. Unfortunately I'll need to wait
until Saturday morning to see him again; that's when he's getting his
haircut. This afternoon Dawg, Jameson, Manny, and Sonny will be getting
their haircuts. Sonny's convinced himself he's bisexual, and maybe he is,
but my problem is he's got the same type of crush on me that I have on his
brother.  I initially met Sonny was during the ride to that first
basketball game I went to with the posse, with Sonny sitting on my
lap. Jameson was driving that night told me Sonny was his brother. At the
time I thought he was, but the guys were just bull shitting the rookie, and
I'm the rookie. When I was told the truth I could see similarities in Sonny
and his brother, Devon. Devon and Sonny don't look a lot alike, but there
are some similarities. Oddly, Sonny's hair is almost orange. It's a shade
of red actually, but the shade is close to orange. He had long hair when I
first met him but he asked me for a haircut and I cut it as short as
Devon's and Jameson's, but not as short as some of the guys who got burr
haircut. Now Ray wants all the guys to have the short burr haircuts, so
like I said, I'm going to have fun cutting hair this afternoon and Saturday
morning.


As I'm flicking my cigarette butt off my left sneaker, Manny and Dawg drive
up and park at the curb. I wait for them to jog up the steps and then we do
the posse greeting and go inside. The guys are both laughing nervously
about the short haircuts they're going to be getting. Ray's posse is a
uniquely tight group of boys who grew-up together as friends from an early
age. Ray's always been the group's alpha dog and he's decided it'd be cool
if we all have the same haircuts, and we all go along with what Ray says
with no questions asked 'cause he's the boss. The haircut Ray's chosen is
naturally the one he has himself which, like I said, is a short burr
haircut. After giving Manny and Dawg Cokes, we go downstairs with Dawg
quietly saying, "Um, Dylan, Ray told me to remind you we're all to get a
short burr haircut, not a regular burr haircut." I already knew that, but I
say, "Oh, okay, Dawg, that's really gonna be short." He goes, "I know, but
you cut my hair really short last time so how much shorter can it get." I'm
like, "Yeah, not much shorter, Dawg." Manny's asking, "Who's first, Dylan?"
I mumble, "Whoever wants to be first," and Manny's like, "I'll be the first
one to get the new posse haircut." I'm like, "Okay, you're first," but
Ray's actually the first one to get that haircut about three weeks ago. I
remind Manny about the shampoo before the haircut, and he says, "Okay, but
I'm going to feel weird having you shampoo my hair." "Only because it's the
first time, Manny. Haven't you ever been to a hair salon? They always
shampoo hair before cutting it. At least that's what I'm told." He mumbles,
"Nah, I used to go to old Tony's for haircuts. From the look of that old
barber he didn't shampoo his own hair so never mind shampooing mine." I'm
chuckling at that as we go into the half bath. Manny sits on the chair I'd
placed in front of the sink and I tilt the chair back so the front legs are
off the floor and Manny's head is over the sink. Jerry showed me this trick
earlier in the week. He's also the one who told me about the salon shampoo
treatment. To help me with the shampooing I've borrowed something from my
mom's bathroom. It's a short hose that attaches to the faucet with a spay
attachment at the other end. This is much better than using cups of water
to wet and rinse the guys' hair. The actual reason I've including
shampooing is mostly because I think it's sexy shampooing the boys hair,
rubbing their heads and stuff like that. To most guys washing someone
else's hair would be distasteful, but I'm not like most guys. Wetting
Manny's hair and then lathering in the shampoo, I get both my hands
involved massaging his scalp and running my fingers through his hair. After
awhile Manny says, "This feels good, Dylan." I give his scalp a vigorous
massage and then rinse out the shampoo. He chuckles, saying, "My scalp is
tingling." After partially towel drying his hair, I then brush it up while
blow-drying it until it's totally dry. Manny's dark brown hair shines
now. He's a dark eyed, nice looking boy with a swarthy complexion and I
stare at him for a second fighting off the urge to kiss him. He looks at me
questioningly, and I grin, muttering, "That's done." Bringing the chair
forward to stand on all four legs, I run a comb back through his hair
getting a kick out of way the boys I'm giving haircuts to docilely sit
there letting me do what I want. Rubbing Manny's back, I ask, "That wasn't
too bad, was it Manny?" He goes, "No, not at all, I liked it. Thanks,
Dylan."


We go back into the finished basement where Dawg's drinking his Coke,
sitting on the recliner watching ESPN on television. Manny takes off his
shirt and I immediately notice a distinct scent coming from his body. It
fascinates me the different scents guys have. Manny's is pleasant enough
although he probably needs to take a shower later today. It's not BO I
smell, just a body that hasn't showered recently and there's a boyish/manly
scent to his skin. He gets on the stool and sits there with stooped
shoulders the way a lot of boys seem to sit. I squeeze the back of his
neck, asking, "Ready, Manny?" He says, "Yep. Can I watch the haircut?" I
pass him the handheld mirror, mumbling, "Sure thing." The clippers cut
through his clean hair smoothly and evenly so maybe the salon's contention
that shampooed hair cuts more evenly than greasy hair is valid. It's
actually oil from the scalp that causes a greasy appearance to unwashed
hair, more so in some people than others. This is a very short haircut I'll
be giving the boys, which is my favorite kind to cut. Sides and back are
cut to a quarter inch, and that length goes all the way up the back of
their head and over the crown. Then the lower part of the sides and back
are cut down further, to an eighth of an inch, which gets tapered into the
quarter inch hairs a little higher up. The top is cut to a half inch at the
bangs then the hair's cut shorter moving to the back of his head to match
the quarter inch hairs at the crown. I use the trimmers to outline around
Manny's ears and then I'm done except for brushing hairs off Manny's
slumping shoulders. His olive skin is smooth and blemish free. He has an
average body with a hairless torso that I'd like to rub, but I don't. He
hasn't said a word throughout the haircut, but now he says, "Holy shit this
is short." I run my fingers over the bristly hairs on his head to feel it,
and also to brush off random clippings, saying, "Ray told me this really
short haircut is only for the rest of the summer, Manny. I don't know what
haircut Ray's gonna decide we'll have after that." Manny's expression is
almost one of embarrassment for his shorn head. I once saw that same look
in the eyes of lambs that had just had all their wool sheared off.


"You're next to get scalped," Manny says to Dawg, who comes over and
ruffles the bristles of hair that remain on Manny's head. Manny mutters,
"No way you can mess-up hair this short." Well, I'm kinda missing the
accolades I usually receive for my haircutting skills, but I'll sacrifice
those for the fun of cutting hair this short. I'll bet Dodger, who has a
haircut fetish, would be sprouting a boner just watching these
haircuts. But what an I thinking... he's in basic training where their
haircuts are even shorter than this. I follow the same procedure with Dawg
that I did with Manny and he seems to enjoy the shampooing right from the
start. He's such a gentle kid, although his tattoos and many piercings seem
to contradict his gentle, quiet demeanor. After his light brown hair has
been blown dry, he quietly says, "I really liked the shampoo, Dylan, and I
really like the short hair too. I don't know why I had that ponytail all
those years." I pat his shoulder and then squeeze the back of his
neck. He's very likable and for the life of me I don't understand why he
chooses to fuck-up his appearance like he has. Someone told me his mother's
a tattoo artist, so that might have something to do with why he decided to
disfigure himself. One thing's for sure, Dawg won't be a bank president any
time soon. I give Dawg the same haircut as Manny's, but it looks better on
Dawg and that's because guys have different hair texture. Dawg's is soft
and fine, but quite thick so you don't see his scalp when I've finished his
very short haircut, where Manny's hair isn't as thick so his scalp
shows. The boys put their shirts on feeling each other's very short hair
and then hang around talking about the softball game that's coming up on
Sunday, and about posse things in general, like the next poker night. After
about twenty minutes they take off and I clean up the area and then go
outside to wait for Jameson and Sonny.  Damn, this is so fucking cool
giving the posse boys haircuts. It's something I never expected when Ray
talked me into being his boyfriend. It's a very nice side benefit, fer
sure. Ray always says he accepted me as his boyfriend, like it was me who
suggested it, when actually the opposite is the case. He interprets things
the way he wants them to be, not necessarily the way things are. Then Mark
pulls up to the curb and waves. I wasn't expecting him today. He comes up
the steps and we do the posse greeting with Mark saying, "Can you give me a
haircut today? I was scheduled for Saturday, but my boss called to ask me
to work Saturday." I go, "Sure, Mark. I missed you last night at the Dairy
Queen." He says, "Yeah, I almost went, but I was beat. I worked all day."


Mark and I got off to a rocky start when I first joined the posse, but
lately we've been buddies. Funny how that goes. I leave a note on the front
door for Jameson and Sonny telling them to come on in. Mark and I are on
our way downstairs, as he asks, "Can you do the haircut like last time,
Dylan? You know, leaving it longer than normal for a burr." I go, "I'll cut
it anyway you want, Mark. If you don't want the short haircut it's okay
with me, but Ray's going to notice the difference this time." He mumbles,
"Well, if I have to I'll come back and you can cut it as short as the other
guys, but I'll take the chance he won't say anything. I like to go along
with the crowd, but man that last haircut you and Ray got was wicked
short." I say, "My boyfriend Robby cuts my hair. It wasn't suppose to be
that short, but he's prone to making mistakes every now and then when
cutting my hair." As I'm wetting down Marks hair, he says, "I'm surprised
Ray allows you to have another boyfriend," and I go, "Why? He has a
girlfriend and a boyfriend, so fair is fair." Marks, like, "Oh, yeah, I
didn't think of that." Halfway through his shampoo, he goes, "Man, this is
awesome. It feels great, but I'd never shampoo another guy's hair myself."
I tell him, "I think it's sexy shampooing and cutting straight boy's hair."
He jokes, "I forgot for a second you were gay! Oh my God, don't sodomize
me." I mumble, "You should be so lucky," and he chuckles. Fact is I have
zero interest, sexually, in Mark. Straight guys assume because I'm gay I
have the hots for every guy I see when nothing could be further from the
truth. I don't have the hots for more than fifty percent of the boys I
see. That's a joke, actually; I'm interested only in slim cute guys around
my own age, and it helps if they're gay. If they're not I find myself
having a crush on a straight guy, like Devon. That can be frustrating. When
I'm almost done Mark's haircut, Jameson comes down the steps, saying,
"Sorry I'm late, Dylan. I was waiting for Sonny until he texted me to go on
without him. He'll drive over on his motorbike later." I go, "No problem,
it's given me time to give Mark his haircut." Jameson stands near us
watching, then says, "That haircut isn't like Ray's short burr." I shrug,
muttering, "It's what Mark asked for and I always cut hair the way the
customer wants it cut." Mark goes, "Don't say anything to Ray, Jameson. I'm
testing if he notices. If he complains Dylan said he'd redo it. Right,
Dylan?" I go, "Sure." It's Jameson's turn to shrug, muttering, "Good luck
with that, Mark," and he goes over to watch TV.


When I'm finished with Mark's haircut I'm thinking there's no way Ray's not
going to see the difference between Mark's and everyone else's haircuts,
but that's not my problem. Mark thanks me and says he needs to take right
off to make it home in time for dinner. He's one of the guys, like me, who
works a full time summer job. Jameson comes over then, asking, "Are you
doing the shampoo thing first?" I go, "Yep, all the guys get their hair
washed first." He says, "Good, I won't have to do it in the shower, but
isn't it creepy for you washing other boy's hair? It would be to me." We're
in the half bath now. I tell him to sit in the chair and then I tilt it
back against the sink, saying, "It's far from creepy to me. I like doing it
because I get to do some touching with straight boys." He laughs, "I never
knew anyone as open about being gay as you, Dylan. Touch away to your
hearts content." I say, "I'll try to control myself, Jameson," as I'm
wetting his hair I'm noticing Jameson is your average looking teenage
boy. Medium size with regular facial features. He's the type I wouldn't
necessarily look at twice, but being this close to him I notice his
beautiful blue eyes with curved eyelashes and narrow eyebrows. Most girls
would love to have eyes like Jameson. His nose is too big though, that's my
only negative comment, other than that and his eyes there's nothing's
really noteworthy about his looks. He's a nice enough kid, extremely
relaxed and comfortable having his hair shampooed. Some guys aren't
comfortable being touched, and some like being touched. I personally would
love to have a full body massage by some cute massage guy, while I know
others would hate it. Of course, I'm not about to pay big bucks for a
massage, but if I was rich I'd have a massage regularly and maybe flirt
with the guy doing the massage. After the shampoo Jameson takes his shirt
off without me detecting any scent except Brut deodorant. He has scattered
sparse chest hair and a happy trail of dark blond hair from his belly
button leading into his underwear. I have no desire to see where it ends
up. Jameson has straw-colored hair that's on the course side. Nothing like
Robby's and mine and certainly not like Seth's, whose blond hair is even
prettier than Robby's and mine. It's not two tone blond though like ours,
so it's not a lot better. Jameson is also very relaxed getting his
haircut. I asked if he wanted it cut like Mark's and he told me, "No way, I
want the haircut Ray said for us to get. And I assume that applies to you
too." I confirm, "That's correct," thinking I'll ask Robby to give me a
haircut before our Friday date so my hair is cut when Ray comes over
Saturday morning. I gotta make sure Ray knows I'm onboard with his program
and I'm hoping he somehow puts me into another submissive trance Saturday
night. When Jameson's haircut is done he feels it, saying, "Damn, that's
really short!" I say, "It's exactly like Ray's." He looks in the mirror
mumbling, "I look geeky with this haircut. It makes my nose look bigger."
Lying, I say, "No, I don't think so, Jameson." He does the posse fist bump
and hug, telling me, "Thanks, Dylan, that's another twenty bucks I don't
need to spend on a barber." He leaves as I'm wondering why Mark, Manny, and
Dawg didn't do the posse 'goodbye'. I forgot about it too.


After cleaning up I text Sonny. I have his number from Devon yesterday when
I was looking for a ride. It's almost six o'clock so I want to be sure he's
coming before I make dinner plans with Chubby. As I'm texting I hear the
doorbell ring. Oh, that's probably Sonny now. I take the steps two at a
time and answer the door. Sonny stands there for a second, grinning at me,
looking as cute as his brother. Anyway, there are few things cuter than a
teenage boy grinning or smiling, although there are exceptions to that. I
knew a good looking kid who looked like a goof when he smiled, but that's
rare. When I first met Sonny I assumed he was in middle school because he
looks so young, but he's seventeen and soon to me eighteen. Well, within
six months. Around the same time his brother, Devon, turns nineteen. Sonny
comes right in then, and says, "Hi, Dylan, sorry to be so late," and we do
the greeting with Sonny exaggerating the hug, his crotch plastered against
my thigh, and then he kisses me on the lips, saying, "I'm just returning
your kiss from last night. Oh my God, I love feeling your lips on mine." I
chuckle, saying, "Cheer up, Sonny," joking of course because he's about as
cheery as a person can get. Sonny's five feet, eight inches tall, and quite
slim. His almost orange hair I'm told is compliments of his great
grandfather who also had orange-red hair. It doesn't seem to bother Sonny,
although I'm glad I don't have it. Devon's hair is light brown, almost a
dirty blond, so he lucked out in the hair department where his brother
wasn't so lucky. We walk downstairs with Sonny's arm around my waist, and
him saying, "This is the way Ray walks with you and since I'm bi too I
figure I better walk this way as well." Oh man, like his brother said,
Sonny's a handful. Now that I think about it, there's a little bit of
Dodger in Sonny, which is a good thing as far as I'm concerned. That time
Sonny say on my lap on our way to Ray's basketball game, he had long unruly
hair. I gave him a haircut a week later, but like Devon I didn't cut it
real short, at his request. I ask him, "Are you going for the short burr
haircut this time?" He says, "Yeah, Devon is too, so I want to be like
him." I go, "First a shampoo," and he says, "I can't fucking wait for
that. Do it slow, Dylan. I want to feel your fingers on my scalp, but I'll
probably spring a boner. I hope so anyway." I mutter, "Oh God, you're
trouble, I can just feel it coming." He goes, "I'd like to see you cuming."
I go, "We're talking about a different form of the word 'come' I assume."
He's like, "Yep!"


Sonny takes his shirt off before the shampoo, which I should have had the
other guys do. I will on Saturday. This lad, unlike Jameson, has an awesome
body scent. His skin's a very pale creamy color except his face, neck, and
arms are nicely tanned by the summer sun. No hair on his torso except for a
few orange hairs peeking out from his underarms. Very hot body, actually,
with surprising definition considering he's so slim. I knew he had a hot
body from seeing it during his first haircut. Sonny sits on the chair in
front of the sink and I put my hands on his shoulders, looking him in the
eyes, saying, "If you really are bisexual, Sonny, you're gonna make some
boy and some girl very happy having you for their boyfriend." I notice for
the first time that he has green eyes, very bright green eyes. Sonny says,
"Thanks for the compliment, you're gonna be the boy you mentioned." I grin,
muttering, "Lucky me," then I ask, "Did you get those awesome green eyes
from your great grandfather too?" He shrugs, "I don't know, that's who I
got my awesome hair from, but I'm the only one in the family with green
eyes, including grandparents, aunts, uncles, nieces, and nephews." I
squeeze his shoulders, "Maybe you're adopted." He laughs, saying, "Maybe,
but if so I wonder why I look a little like my brother?" I say, "You're
both very cute ya know," and he's like, "Have you ever looked at yourself
in a mirror, Dylan? You're beautiful." I jokingly say, "Yeah, I know," and
laugh, going, "Beautiful is not a comment guys want to hear." He asks,
"Even gays?" and I mutter, "Well, this gay anyway. Okay, lets get started,"
but Sonny says, "Squeeze my shoulders some more. That felt good." I'm like,
"Ah ha, you need my famous massage," as I pull the chair, with Sonny in it,
away from the sink so I can stand behind it. I put my hands on Sonny's
shoulders enjoying his youthful scent and the feel of his skin on his
narrow shoulders.  As I massage his shoulders, using the method Robby and I
use, Sonny's head leans back and rests on my stomach. His hair is soft, so
after the shampoo it's really going to be something. Maybe it'll be as soft
as Seth's hair. I work my way down to massage his biceps and up to his
shoulders again, then the back of his neck which gets Sonny leaning his
head forward. He's loose and docile and I'm enjoying myself to the point of
getting a minor boner. My hands massage up the back of his head into his
hair, I massage his scalp... the scent of his hair is very pleasant to
me. I say, "Lean forward some more, Sonny, and I'll massage your back." He
leans forward resting his forearms on his thighs and I massage his back and
his spine and around to his pecs which are very firm. He has a great little
body here. Sonny says, "I have a boner, Dylan, and I feel like I might
spunk." I stop massaging him and look around him to see his lap. He's not
kidding. His shorts are poking up pretty high at the zipper. This kid must
have a good size dick. I go, "We'll wait for it to recede a little, Sonny,
and then I'll shampoo your hair." He looks at me and says, "I knew I'd
spring a boner because you're so sexy." I ask, "Are you really bisexual?"
He says, "Either that or I'm gay and I'm probably gay. I knew about it
three years ago, but didn't mention it until Ray told us he was bi, then I
had the courage to say I was too. Of course no one believes me, but that
don't change the fact that I am."


This is an unexpected development and I'm kinda feeling sorry for Sonny. He
appears to have a carefree attitude full of quips and attitude, but inside
he's been keeping this secret of his sexuality which surely is unsettling
for him. The fact he didn't mention it until Ray did has some implications,
although I don't know what they are. I ask, "Have you had a heart to heart
talk about this with Devon?" He says, "No, because of the way he initially
acted when I first mentioned it. It's like he was pissed-off at me for
being gay, and he insisted I'm not. He says I'm just emulating Ray, but
that's not it at all. Still, I'm not pushing it with Devon because I love
him and it would break my heart if he was disappointed or embarrassed his
brother's gay." Gee, that's odd because Devon has no apparent problem with
Ray being bi or me being gay, so why would he be upset if Sonny is bi too?
Maybe it's just that Sonny's his brother, although that's a little lame.
Trying to get off this touchy subject, I say, "You tell me when it's safe
to proceed, Sonny." He looks at me with pleading in his eyes, and asks,
"Will you help me please, Dylan?" Uh-oh, this could be trouble. Hoping this
is what he means, I say, "Sure, Sonny, I'll talk to Devon," but he goes,
"Please don't do that. I've got to feel him out some more to see if he'll
hate me for being gay. Like I said, I think I'm gay more than bi." Hoping
he won't press forward with his request for help, I ask, "Can I start the
shampoo now, sir? In this salon the customer comes first." He sighs, "Okay,
lets start. I've been looking forward to this ever since you told us about
it. Go slowly, okay?" He's a cute kid. I say, "You bet," relieved he didn't
repeat his request for help. I get the chair situated and tilted back, as
Sonny says, "Thanks for that massage, it was, um, thrilling actually. I've
never had a massage before, certainly not by a cute sexy guy like you." I
go, "Oooh, high praise from my young friend. It was my pleasure, Sonny, you
have a hot body going for you here and it was fun getting to rub it." He
ask, "Really? I thought I was skinny." I mutter, "You're slim, not skinny,
and you have nice muscle definition too. Perfect for the size of your
body. Trust me, I'm an expert on boy's bodies." He goes, "Thanks, Dylan,
that really makes me feel good, especially coming from you. Man, I'm glad
Ray made you his boyfriend. That was a lucky day for me; for all the posse
boys." I say, "Well, thank you, Sonny. That's nice of you to say. Lets
begin our own mutual admiration society." He chuckles, then says, "Lets
not."


I begin wetting his hair, then stare at his face. He's better looking than
I first thought. Sometimes you need to study a boy's face to take-in all
the parts. He's very youthful looking with the same puffy lips and cute
chin his brother has. His nose is a good one although different than
Devon's, but both work well with the rest of their faces. No freckles and
no blemishes, which is lucky at Sonny's age. I was lucky too and so was my
brother. Getting through the teen years without pimples is a blessing. Of
course there's medicines to handle a pimple problem if you're not unlucky
enough to have parents who won't take advantage of a
dermatologist. Irresponsible of those parents to the max because teens are
very self-conscious about their looks. Sonny has nice cheek bones and
dimples when he grins, those awesome green eyes, and overall he's quite
cute, but maybe more handsome then cute. Yeah, I think that holds true for
Devon too although they're both really cute when grinning. Perfect teeth
and DoubleBubble-pink gums and tongues for both brothers. They're very
clean looking inside and out, and that's fortunate because good looks serve
you well in life. It's not fair of course, but good looking people have an
easier time in life than unattractive people. That's generally speaking, of
course, as there are exceptions to every rule. Adding shampoo to his wet
hair I do a long shampoo with lots of scalp massage. Sonny has a small grin
on his lips with his eyes closed enjoying the feel of my fingers in his
hair and on his scalp. Then I notice that his ears stick out a little, but
they're kind of adorable. I don't think Devon's ears stick out, but I'm not
sure. Sonny's ears are very nicely shaped, they just stick out a bit. It's
a cute feature for him. At least I think so. Finally I need to rinse, I
can't shampoo his hair all night. Then I remember him saying he'd probably
spring a boner, which would actually be his second one after the one he got
during my massage. I look at his lap closely and it is a little tented, but
not to the degree it was earlier. It could be just the way the material of
his shorts is bunched up at the zipper. Earlier it could only have been a
boner; it was quite a pant's tent. When his hair is rinsed I ask, "You
didn't go to sleep on me, did you?" He says, "No, but I almost did. That
was fantastic, Dylan, thanks, man." I mutter, "My pleasure. I'm going to
towel dry your hair and then finish by blow drying it." I do that as Sonny
takes a big breath, then sighs, saying, "I'm loving this treatment." I
don't know how I could have overlooked Sonny's attractiveness
earlier. Maybe initially it was because he had all that long orange hair
and when I cut it he was a bit annoying asking me all those gay-related
questions. I wasn't paying much attention to his appearance. I thought he
was a bit of a smart ass too, which doesn't normally bother me. I mean I
love Dodger and he's the biggest smart ass of all time. Damn I miss that
kid, and sweet Connor too. I gotta wonder if those two got it on sexually
yet. They're both gay, but in basic training would they ever be alone long
enough for sex?


I'm brushing Sonny's hair back as I blow it dry it. His hair is even longer
than Jameson's hair was, which is odd since they both had the same style
haircut last time. Sonny's is almost two inches long on top so I must not
have cut it as short as I thought, and it must grows fast too. Both those
things could account for hair growing this long in three weeks. In any case
it'll be fun cutting it all down to a tight burr haircut. I hope it doesn't
detract from his attractiveness because he's nice to look at. I'm getting
used to the almost orange color of his hair now too. It was a shock at
first, but I'm changing my mind because it really does go with his green
eyes and gives him an exotic look. His hair's very soft with excellent body
and texture. I say, "Okay, Sonny, ready to lose most of this clean hair?"
He says, "I'm looking forward to it actually because you look so cool with
your short hair." I go, "Did I ever mention to you how fond I am of
compliments?" He laughs, "No you haven't, but you must get them all the
time." I mumble, "Not really," and we walk into the finished basement with
Sonny running his fingers through his hair, saying, "I don't think my
hair's ever been this clean before." He sits on the stool and I comb
through his hair one last time before I cut most of it off and my cell
phone buzzes indicating I've got a text message. I look at it a see it's
from Chubby telling me not to wait for him for dinner. Damn, I'll be eating
alone tonight. Going back to combing through Sonny's hair I find I'm
captured by his scent. His creamy skin emits a tantalizing scent and, like
I said earlier, he looks so clean and of course it's because he is, plus
the pale creamy color of his body helps too. Even his tan neck, face, and
arms arms are very smooth. I feel his shoulder again and Sonny looks back
at me with those pleading eyes I saw earlier, "Dylan, please help me with
my sexuality. I'm so desperate to experience what I'm feeling. What I've
been feeling for two long years or more, and recently jerking off while
thinking of Andy Simmons isn't doing it for me anymore." Oh fuck! I knew
it. Why don't I put a sign on our front door advertising that if you have
gay problems come see me. I'm free and I'm a softy so you'll probably leave
happy. This is the last thing I need. Ray will surely find out if I try
helping Sonny with sex, and Devon will think I'm a pervert, and I'll get
kicked-out of the posse with no more hot sex from Ray. Side stepping the
issue, I ask, "Um, who's Andy Simmons?" He says, "Some straight kid I hang
out with. I'm sort of in love with him, but he's definitely not gay." Oh
man, just my luck. If Andy were gay he could help Sonny with his
sexuality. I say, "Jeez, Sonny, you're putting me in a tremendously awkward
position by asking me to help you sexually, plus you're not even eighteen
yet."


He sits on the stool without saying anything now with body language that
screams, 'dejected'. Biting my lip I comb through his hair again waiting to
see if he'll understands my position and drop this subject. He's hanging
his head and then his narrow shoulders begin to shake. I walk around in
front of him and lift his head with my forefinger under his chin. Tears
roll down his cheeks as he cries silently. Fuck! I put my arms around him
and he leans his head against my chest as a sob comes from his throat. Oh
man, this sucks. I rub his shoulders, quietly saying, "Please don't cry,
Sonny. You'll have years of good times ahead of you. Really, it's just that
you're young now, but I'll bet you'll find a gay buddy to experiment with
this year in high school." He cries for maybe three minutes, three minutes
that seems like forever to me as I continue rubbing his shoulders with one
hand and hugging him with my other. Finally he wipes his nose with the back
of his hand, muttering, "Is there any way I could possibly make a bigger
fool of myself then I just did? I usually cry alone." I take a deep breath,
pulling my clean handkerchief from my back pocket and handing it to him. He
wipes at his tears and then blows his nose before asking, "You carry a
handkerchief?" I go, "Yeah, don't tell anybody, okay?" He chuckles, then
says, "Thanks, Dylan. I'm okay now. I'm looking forward to the haircut."
Biting my lip again, I offer, "We could kiss. Would that help?" He says,
"Oh man, I feel like such a dork. It's the constant yearning, ya know? It's
making me crazy" I go, "It's hard, but it'll get better, you'll see." He
looks at me, and says, "Please, Dylan, I'm begging you." I'm thinking about
the way I mocked Ray when he was desperate for help, and how unsympathetic
I was to him. Then I think of sweet Pedro in Key West who was a frustrated
gay boy, and I quietly ask, "How can I help you, Sonny?" He looks at me
with his big bright green eyes, his eyelashes still wet from his tears, and
asks, "Really? You'll help me?" Fuck it! If I screw-up with Ray and the
posse thing so be it. Sonny's breaking my heart. I nod my head
affirmatively, asking again, "What is it you want me to help you with?" He
looks down, muttering, "You know..." I ask, "Could you be a little more
specific?" He says, "Um, ah..." he looks up again, his face flushed with a
blush, as he says, "Let me do it to you like Ray does. I'm afraid to try it
the other way." This is reminding me a little of Connor, who couldn't make
himself say the words either. I ask, "You want to fuck me?" He nods his
head, mumbling, "Uh huh, can I?" I see myself, in my head, years ago
walking miles to Carl Denton's house to ask him to fuck me and I wasn't
eighteen yet myself at the time. I was a junior in high school, younger
then Sonny is now. I go, "Okay, but will you give me your word of honor you
and I will be the only ones who know about this for the next fifty years."
He's got a look of hope in his eyes now, as he says, "I promise, I swear to
God. I'd never want anyone to know. It's strictly you helping me and I'll
never forget your kindness as long as I live." I puff out my cheeks letting
the air out slowly, then say, "First the haircut, okay?" Sonny does a
pretty good imitation of Ryan's fast head nod when Ryan's agreeing with
something he wants really badly.


Smiling at Sonny, I say, "It'll be our secret. And it'll be just this one
time, right?" I find myself, more and more, making statements and then
asking a question after it, like Ray. Sonny says, "Sure, that'll hold me
over until I meet that gay boy you say I'll meet this year at school." He
wipes his eyes with his forearm, then he does the same to his nose,
mumbling, "I've saturated your handkerchief with tears and mucus." I say,
"You keep it," and he stuffs it in his pocket, saying, "Thanks, Dylan,
thanks for everything, and I'm sorry I put you in this position but I'm
desperate. I thought of begging Ray, but he wouldn't be compassionate like
you." Hmmm, the first time I met Sonny he grabbed my cock, and then he did
all that flirting with me. Maybe he was hoping I'd suggest sex to him,
which I'd never have done. I'm upset about this, but I said I'd do it so I
will. One more sexual adventure to put in my scrap book, if I had
one. Looking at Sonny, he appears guilty now, like he knows he took
advantage of me. I rub his hair, trying to lighten the mood, saying, "Be
gentle with me, Sonny." He tries not to grin, but he does anyway,
muttering, "I'm so fucking excited," as he takes my hand and holds it
against his bare chest. Sure enough, his heart is beating a hundred miles
an hour. Taking my hand away, I say, "Yeah, I remember how excited I was
the first time. Hope you're not disappointed. You may have built-up
expectations too much in your head." He shrugs, "It's built-up pretty much,
that's for sure," then he stands up and hugs me, "Thank you, Dylan, you'll
be my idol forever." I hug him back and, damn, he smells and feels
good. Without thinking about it, I kiss the side of his face. He lifts his
head, "Can we kiss on the lips again?" What the hell, if he's going to fuck
me, what's a kiss compared to that? I give Sonny a nice kiss on his puffy
lips, then he murmurs, "This is how my old girlfriend and I kissed when I
was going out with her," and of course his tongue goes in my mouth. He's
pretty good with that pink tongue of his and his mouth has a nice fresh
taste to it. Sonny's definitely a sexy kisser. He backs away after fifteen
seconds pointing at his tented shorts, "Oh my God, Dylan, you are so
sexy... you smell sexy too. I noticed your sexy smell when I sat on your
lap going to the basketball game." I say, "Thanks, but if you kissed your
girlfriend like that, you must be bi, not gay." He says, "I kissed her like
that, but this never happened even once," as he gropes his boner. I go,
"Oh, well, yeah, you're a damn sexy kisser though. Um, lets get the haircut
out of the way." Sonny sits on the stool still playing with his dick,
muttering, "It feels so good getting a boner, especially getting one
making-out with you. This is the third one I gotten since walking through
your front door." I have to laugh at that because I'm a big fan of boners
myself. This won't be so bad because, like Connor his first time, Sonny's
so horny he'll probably have his climax in thirty seconds. Plus, I feel
much better about him fucking me. That way there's no question of who
initiated the sex. I believe him that he won't ever tell our secret, not
intentionally that is, but shit happens sometimes. I just feel better about
him doing the fucking.


My fingers go through Sonny's hair one last time, then I pick up the
clippers with a quarter inch guide on it and run it up the side of his head
and hundreds of orange hairs get sheared off leaving his hair very
short. The one inch hairs from the side of his head fall from the clippers
to the back of my hand, and from there the silky hairs fall onto Sonny's
shoulder with many of them sliding off, drifting to the floor. This is
repeated along the side of his head and then up the back of his head and
over the crown. It's a blizzard of orange silk threads leaving a quarter
inch of hair in the clippers wake. For the first time since I started the
posse's haircuts this afternoon I feel a tinge of sexuality from cutting
Sonny's hair so short. A hint of Dodger's haircut fetish perhaps. The
sexual overtones continue when I switch the guide to the eighth inch one
and cut the hair on the sides and back halfway up his head, to an eight
inch. Then I go back over the area taking the shorter hair up high on the
sides and back, much higher than the other guys. It sexually stimulating
cutting Sonny's hair too short and I talk myself into thinking it just
looks better this way. I use the trimmers to outline around his cute ears
that were sticking out a little before this haircut, but with the hair so
short on the sides of his head now, his ears seem to be sticking out
more. I think it's adorable, and so is Sonny. Groping my boner as I stand
behind Sonny, I begin using the clipper without a guide in a
clippers-over-comb method to cut most of the hair off the top of his
head. Too much orange hair falls from the clippers to land in Sonny's lap
or drift off his shoulders with my boner pulsating in my jockey shorts. I
adjust my boner sideways so it's not so prominently poking out the lap of
my shorts, then go back and cut his hair even shorter on top. This is
easily the shortest haircut I've ever given anyone, but I like it on
Sonny. I've got a very nice boner in my pants and by the time I stop
cutting his hair I need to hold my breath to avoid a spontaneous orgasm in
my shorts. Disappointed he doesn't have more hair to cut, I put the
clippers and comb down, take a deep breath, and use both hands to rub his
head vigorously, getting clippings to fly off his head, but also because I
want to feel how short his hair is. This is a weird development for me as
I've never gotten this sexually excited with any haircut I've ever
given. Even as short as his hair is, it's still soft, not bristly. Looking
at his head now I'm wondering what the fuck was I thinking cutting his hair
co short. There's hardly any left on his head. Nervously I pass the
handheld mirror to Sonny as he feels his hair, "God, it feels short,
Dylan." I mutter, "It's too short, Sonny. Um, the color, ah, you know,
threw me off I guess. He looks at his reflection in the mirror and
whistles, then says, "This is the shortest haircut I've ever seen on
anyone. It's surely shorter than yours." I feel guilty, realizing I let
that sexy feeling control me and I cut his hair way too short. I stammer,
"I, um, I'm getting mine cut just like your's tomorrow after work." He
says, "You better, I don't want to be the only one looking like this. Why'd
you cut it so short? Are you mad at me for asking you to help me?" I go, "I
hope that's not the reason, Sonny. I thought it looked good on you when I
was cutting it, but I can see it's too damn short. I'm sorry, I got carried
away. I promise to get mine cut like that so it'll be you and me." He
frowns, mumbling, "You better. I was looking forward to a cool burr, but
this is like I'm in the Army or the Marines." I hug his shoulders
muttering, "I'm really sorry," as I'm wondering why I got so carried away
and cut it so short. It's gotta be because I got sexually aroused. He lays
his head against my chest, like he did when he was crying, and says, "It's
okay, Dylan. It was just a shock seeing it at first. My hair grows fast and
it'll be the length I want in ten days or so. I'll were a hat." I can't
help rubbing my fingers in his stupidly short hair. Damn, it was a hot sexy
feeling as I was cutting it though. That's a first. He's looking in the
mirror again, muttering, "It'll be a little embarrassing when my friends
see me, but fuck it. It is what it is."


Trying to make-up, I kiss his forehead, then the side of his face. Sonny
hugs around my chest, murmuring, "This is nice," so I kiss him again. I'm
aroused and I'm not sure how much of it is caused by the haircut and how
much is caused by hugging, kissing, and feeling Sonny's body against
mine. He moves sideways on the stool and puts his arms around my neck
lifting his face. Our lips meet for a warm kiss and then his tongue slips
in my mouth again and our tongues rub wetly and warmly together as our lips
kiss. A quiet moan slips from Sonny and for a second I think it came from
me because this is becoming very sexually arousing and my shorts are poking
out again like Sonny's did earlier. Mmmm, our eyes are closed and I
concentrate on his smooth, tight creamy skin as my hands rub all over his
back and shoulders and up the back of his head. Sonny smells so nice and he
taste so sweet it's wonderful. My hands travel up the back of his head
again; I'm fascinated by the very short hairs that are still soft to the
touch. We make-out for a few minutes until Sonny drags his lips across my
cheek, murmuring, "I'm going to cum, Dylan, I just know it. The side of my
face slides against his as I inhale his wonderful personal scent. I quietly
say, "Relax, Sonny, if you can," he says, "Please don't stop hugging
me. I've never felt like this before and I'd like to feel like this
forever." My nose is against the side of his head and it's insane how much
I love how he smells. It's so different from anyone I've been with. I can't
stop smelling and kissing his head. He's got the smoothest, softest skin
I've ever felt on anyone. Then my eyes drift down and glance at the floor
seeing the piles of orange hair. I mutter, "Damn, I'm sorry about getting
carried away cutting your hair, Sonny. To be honest, it's embarrassing to
admit, but I got sexually turned-on from giving you a haircut. It's never
happened to me before." Sonny lifts his head and looks me in the eyes, "You
mean I got you sexually aroused?" I say, "You're part of it I gotta
believe. Like I said, this is a first for me." He grins, "It's worth it
then. You can cut my hair this short every time, I'll get a haircut every
week if it gets you sexually turned on; just hearing you say that gets me
sexually turned on." I rub the side of his face with the palm of my hand,
saying, "You're so fucking attractive, Sonny, that must be it." He mutters,
"I think I dropped a small load in my pants when we were making out just
now." I go, "It's probably just precum," and he's like, "I never had that
before. Can we do it now?" I say, "Yeah, but lets go in the bath just in
case my brother bops in unexpectedly." He nods his head and continues
clutching me as we walk over to the half bath.


Inside I lock the door and then we look at each other a little
awkwardly. He asks, "How do we do this?" I say, "Um, first lets drop our
shorts," and he goes, "Get naked? I feel self conscious being naked." I
shrug, "You don't need to be naked, but I kinda do since you'll be doing it
to my rear end." He sucks on his lips, then says, "I'm so nervous my
boner's going down." I smile, "Would you like to try this another time?" He
says, "I think so and I can't believe I'm saying that, but my heart's
beating out of my chest and I can't breath. Would you do oral sex this time
so I can work myself up to doing it? You promise we'll do it another time,
right Dylan?" I rub his head, "I promise, Sonny, and yes, I'll give you
oral sex. That's the least I can do after fucking up your haircut." He can
hardly get the words out, "Thank you," he croaks. "What do I do?" I try not
to grin, saying, "It's probably necessary you pull you dick out of your
pants." He does a nervous chuckle, muttering, "Oh, of course," and unzips
his zipper and fishes out a dick that's very much the size of mine. A
really nice creamy colored six inch dick that actually might be a little
heftier than mine. It's uncut with the foreskin covering the head. I stare
at it and then look into his eyes, saying, "Take the word of a gay guy
who's pretty experienced, you don't ever need to be self conscious about
your dick, that is one good looking penis." He looks shy, asking, "Can I
see yours?" I pull my pants down and he stares, "Holy shit, you shave your
pubic hairs." I go, "I didn't know if you'd notice." We're like the six
year old girl saying to the six year old boy, 'I'll show you mine, if you
show me yours.' Sonny looks at his dick, then at mine, saying, "Twin
dicks," I laugh, "Yeah, sort of." Sonny goes, "Oh, what the hell," and
pulls down his pants and oh my God, his pubic hairs are a bright shiny
orange color, even brighter that the hairs on his head. I say, "Wish I had
my sunglasses," which makes Sonny laugh and play with his nuts, muttering,
"I think I got ya in the nuts department." His dick is flaccid now, but he
does have big balls. There isn't a single hair on his scrotum, so I ask,
"Do you shaves your balls, "and he's like, "No, never. They just have no
hair on them," as he picks them up to show me the other side. Nice.


I say, "Well, we've pretty much done as much show and tell as we can, would
you like some oral sex. It's one of my specialties. I've always liked doing
it." He says, "Aren't you worried about germs?" I laugh, then say, "No, I
don't have that worry. I've never gotten sick, I'm hardly ever sick." I get
on my knees and Sonny holds his dick out for me, "This is a first time for
me, Dylan." I mumble, "You're in very capable hands with me on the job," as
I take his dick from his fingers and lick it from root to head. Then I fist
back the foreskin and Sonny has a nice pink helmet head on his cock. I need
to look closely to see the vein on the shaft. Like the rest of his skin,
his cock is creamy white and also very straight. It's pretty if you ask
me. Doing another six inch lick up the outside of his cock I get a hint of
flavor reminding me of Sonny's extremely pleasant scent. He asks, "Is it
okay if I touch you while you do that?" I say, "Yep, I like being touched
by cute guys like you." He grins, muttering, "Thanks, it feel good when you
lick my dick, but I don't know if I could do that to someone's dick
myself." One more lick up the shaft and I pull back the foreskin again and
put the helmet head in my mouth to suck on it and lick it with my
tongue. Sonny's hands go to my head as he grunts, "Un, un, oooh," rubbing
my hair. Very tasty cock on Sonny and my cock starts getting hard again as
I suck some of the shaft into my mouth, licking and sucking. I love his
foreskin too and slide it over the head to suck on that. His cock grows in
my mouth and is actually getting a longer and definitely more heft. He's
grunting now as his cock does a quick transformation into a hard boner with
Sonny moving his feet, moaning, "Mmmmm." I can tell he's trying to control
his moans, but they keep coming. The extra length means the foreskin is
barely to the helmet head now. My cock's a boner too now, stiff up against
my belly as saliva drools down my chin and I start slurping on his
boner. My eyes travel to his jockey shorts around his knees, and sure
enough there's a wet spot were precum dripped out of his boner when we were
making out. More shaft is sucked into my mouth and the head's now pressing
the gag reflex area of my throat so I move my head forward and push his
cock's helmet head into my throat and keep moving my head towards Sonny
until my face is surrounded my curly soft orange silk. My nose is pressed
in his pubic hairs, tight against his belly, but I can't smell him with his
cock down my throat. I'll bet he smells awesome here. I work my throat
muscles while licking and sucking the part of the wicked hard shaft in my
mouth, Sonny whines, "My legs are weak, Dylan. I need to sit down and he
immediately collapses onto the lid of the toilet seat pulling his boner out
of my throat.


I suck the head again, moving forward on my knees to get between his legs
as he groans, rubbing my shoulders and the back of my head, sorta holding
my head like he's afraid I'll pull away from his cock. I'm tasting lots of
precum now so I pull his cock out of my month and hold it up against his
orange pubic hairs, and lick his nuts. Now I can smell his crotch. It's a
very sexy smell and glancing at his boner confirms it's now a beauty of a
seven inch boner with the head hard and swollen. Nice! Licking his balls
with long licks and then getting the lower ball in my mouth I hum on it and
lick it getting Sonny's legs to move up on his toes and then shake. He
laying back on the toilet tank moaning as precum drools down the shaft. I
lift his nuts and lick under his scrotum back close to his asshole. Then my
tongue hits his asshole as I drag my tongue from there up the back of his
nuts. He grunts, "I'm going to cum," so I get his cock head back in my
mouth and suck on it. His hips thrust up and he squeals as cum pours into
my mouth. Swallowing hard, I'm ready for the next thrust of his hips, and
the stream of cum that follows, with Sonny going, "Ahhhh, oooh, ooh my god,
ooh." Only dribs and drabs of cum drooling out of his cock now. His arms
are hanging at his side and his head is back as he groans. He didn't hold
off his orgasm long enough for me to have one, but it wouldn't have have
taking too much longer. He smells so nice I take his cock from my mouth and
hold it in my fingers, then rub my nose from his belly button down through
his pubic hairs to his cock that's wet with my saliva. Putting his cock
back in my mouth, I suck it until the foreskin again covers the head in
it's normal flaccid state. Then I take it out of my mouth, smell his belly
again, and ask, "Are you okay, Sonny?" He mutters, "I feel weak." I pat his
thigh, saying, "That was a very nice experience for me." He's wiping his
mouth with the back of his hand, mumbling, "I have never climaxed like
that. It hurt in some ways, but felt better than anything I've ever
experienced in other ways. It's like there was an ache on the inside of my
thighs near my nuts when I climaxed and the head of my dick burned when the
cum shot out so hard and long." I say, "Huh, I get that same ache sometime
too." He goes, "You actually swallowed my spunk. Gad, I'd never be able to
do that. Jesus!" I mumble, "You might surprise yourself, Sonny." He sighs,
muttering, "I'm such a wuss, can I lay down some place for a little while?"
I say, "Sure, Sonny," helping him up. I pull up his pants, then pull mine
up and he staggers out of the half bath leaning on me. I ask, "Can you make
it upstairs?" He says, "How about over there on the chaise lounge?" I go,
"Sure, I'll lay with you." We lay down and he cuddles against me so I put
my arms around him and he goes to sleep. He almost went to sleep during his
shampoo too. Jeez, he's nice to hold.


I doze off too with Sonny's scent in my head. My eyes open twenty minutes
later, deciding to continue laying with Sonny and enjoy having him in my
arms until he wakes up. I thought it was nice hugging him around the waist
during our motorbike ride last night, but this is much nicer. He finally
wakes up and kisses my cheek, "Thank for showing me oral sex, Dylan. It was
fantastic and so are you." Taking a wild shot in the dark. I ask, "Are you
sure you don't want to try fucking. If you'd prefer, I could do you gently,
and show you how it's done. If it hurts at all we'll stop." He says, "I'd
rather do it to you. I can now, I'm not as nervous as I was." I say, "How
about if you stay for dinner and we'll see if you're still up for it
later." He says, "I'd like that. Thanks, Dylan, you're being so wonderful
to me I can hardly believe it. Thank you so much...."


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


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