Date: Fri, 10 Jan 2014 05:33:17 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO     Chapter  48   by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


				Chapter 48


			     by Donny Mumford



It was an awesome date with Robby tonight. He left for home twenty minutes
ago and now I'm in bed laying on the same sheets we had sex on. As a matter
of fact, we had sex twice tonight... a two bagger with Robby, and what
could be nicer than that! I shot a load of spunk up Robby's ass and a
couple of hours later he shot his load up mine. Nice symmetry there. I fall
asleep with a smile on my face, and when I wakeup in the morning the first
person I think of is Robby. Then I realize it's Saturday, which means it's
Travis Pickles' night with my boyfriend. Hmmmm, to be fair... it's also Ray
Ellis' night with Robby's boyfriend. Groping my cock I'm thinking about
that for a second, and then remember this is a haircut day. Mark will be
coming over first around nine o'clock. I need to redo his haircut because
the haircut I gave him Thursday afternoon wasn't short enough to suit the
posse's leader, Ray. Then Jameson's next, followed by Devon, Ray and Manny,
and finally Dawg. Oh yeah, and Sonny's going to be picking me up on his
motorbike later this afternoon. He's due to show up around one o'clock and
I'm pretty sure a dominant fuck is in my future sometime shortly after
that. Jeez, now I grope myself thinking about Sonny. There's a lot of
appealing aspects to him, ones that I never expected. Ever since Ryan
moved, it's like my submissive fetish has been lonely, and then Thursday
night Sonny took care of that. Once a week having sex with Ray, who's sort
of dominant although not in a sub/dom way, isn't fully satisfying my
fetish. Ray's nothing like Sonny, who's sexually-dominant style is gleaned
from imitating some of the things he's watches online, like the
slave/master sites. Sonny's attractive and he's a hottie too, but there's
very little, if any, affection involved in our sex. We've only experimented
with sex that one night though, so who knows for sure, but my best guess is
that Sonny and I aren't destined be in an affectionate
relationship. Basically, we're using each other for our own sexual needs;
not that we don't like each other okay, because we do. It's not like we're
real boyfriends even though Sonny claims he's my third boyfriend, it's more
like a buddy relationship, with sex the main focus. Buddy sex is what it
is.


Yeah, all that is true enough, but I need to think about first things
first, and that's the posse boys' haircuts. It's quarter to nine so I'll
need to hustle through my bathroom routine, which is what I do. After
getting dressed I grab a quick k-cup of Keurig coffee and take it out to
the front steps for a cigarette while I wait for Mark. It's another
beautiful day in the middle of July, which means we're halfway through our
summer break already. Time never stands still. As I'm stepping on my
cigarette butt and kicking it off the step into the shrubbery, Mark drives
up and parks at the curb below. I wait for him at the top of the steps
where we exchange the posse greeting. Then Mark says, "I'm sorry you need
to do my haircut again, Dylan, I should have known Ray would notice I
didn't get the posse haircut he wants us to have." As we go inside, I ask,
"Was Ray mad you didn't get the short burr haircut?" Mark shrugs, mumbling,
"Not really, he simply asked me why I didn't want to be one of the
boys. What was left unsaid was what would happen if I told him I decided to
be an individual. I didn't want to find out what would happen, so what I
told him, 'Oh, sure I wanna be one of the boys', and here I am." Hmmm,
Sonny said Ray doesn't boss the posse boys around, so I ask Mark about that
as we're going down the steps to the finished basement, "Um, Mark, does Ray
boss you guys around a lot?" He goes, "No, not really, but it's implied
that if we don't want to go along with the group there'll be consequences,
so it's almost like bossing us around I guess. For the most part though,
incidents like that are rare. We're all on a level playing field most of
the time. It's like Ray's the captain of our team more than anything
else. All teams have a captain or two. This haircut thing happens to be
Ray's latest brain storm for a way to emphasize a team concept. If you
weren't such a good barber and hadn't given Ray his burr haircut a month
ago he'd never have thought it'd be cool we all rock the same
haircut. He'll lose interest in this after awhile, like he did the year we
all wore the same jacket, for example. The jacket thing petered-out, and
currently there's the posse hat we all wear to games, it's like a subtle
uniform that separates us from the rest. We've been a posse for a long
time"


It takes me less then three minutes to cut Mark's hair on the top of his
head to about a half inch in length. The sides and back are fine like they
are. I brush the clippings off his shoulder, saying, "Before your next
haircut, you get a shampoo." He chuckles, mumbling, "You're spoiling us,
Dylan. Hey, how about when you go back to college, will you still give us
free haircuts?" I go, "Sure, on the weekends. I get home every couple of
weeks." He goes, "Ray might want to see his boyfriend more often then
that... just saying." I shrug, "We'll work something out I'm sure." Mark
leaves and Jameson comes early. He's not sexually hot to me at all, but I
like him. He's quiet, and I notice he's uncomfortable having me shampoo his
hair, so I do an abbreviated version and I'm blowing his hair dry less then
four minutes after starting. When his hair is dry, I say, "That's done,
Jameson," and he's like, "It's a little creepy, Dylan, but thanks." I give
him a haircut without delay and he's on his way fifteen minutes after he
arrived. As we're walking upstairs, Jameson says, "You're a really good guy
doing these haircuts for free, Dylan, I really appreciate it. Next time I
won't be so uptight, it just that it's a very different, ah, experience for
me. I'm used to a lady barber at SuperCuts giving me a twenty dollar
haircut without a shampoo." I say, "Well, I'm happy to do it, Jameson. They
give cookie-cutter haircuts at Supercuts, and unfortunately it's the same
for most barbershops in town, especially because older lady barbers seemed
to have infiltrated barbershops over the years." He's like, "I don't know
what a cookie-cutter haircut is, but I like your haircuts. You're a good
barber, man, really." We do the goodbye routine and next on the list is
Devon. I'm gonna spring a boner doing his hair, I just know it.


Devon shows up early too. He's parking a late model Volkswagen at the curb
below just as Jameson is getting near his car. They greet each other and
Devon runs his fingers through Jameson's new burr haircut with a big smile
on his face. Laughing about something, the two friends say goodbye and then
Devon comes up the steps grinning at me. After our posse greeting Devon and
I go downstairs with my balls buzzing. Somehow I've managed to get a crush
on this straight boy. Damn, he looks cute this morning. I see some of his
brother's facial features in Devon's face, but there are differences
between his and Sonny's faces too. Devon's real friendly this morning,
saying, "This is so nice of you, Dylan. Free haircuts rock, and I'm
especially looking forward to my shampoo. It'll be the first one I've ever
had done by a gay boy." I say, "I only hope I can control myself,
Devon. You definitely qualify as 'cute' to us gay lads." He chuckles,
mumbling, "Um, thanks, I think," and then, "I hope you're not planning on
giving me a haircut like my brother's. Ray says that's too short and I
couldn't agree more. As it is, the burr haircut I'm getting this morning
will be the shortest haircut I've ever had." For his last haircut I cut his
five inch long hair down to an inch and a half on top, short on the sides
and back of his head, then flipped the bangs up in front. He looked cute
with that haircut and he said that was the shortest haircut he's ever
had. I'm pleasantly surprised none of the guys are blaming me for their
short haircuts because it wasn't my idea. Ray's behind this, not me. To
Devon's question about me cutting his hair as short as Sonny's, I go, "Nah,
just a regular burr is short enough as it is. I don't know why Sonny wanted
it so short." Of course Sonny didn't want it cut that short. I got sexually
stimulated cutting his orange hair and just kept on cutting, and I still
don't know how or why that happened.


I tell Devon to take his shirt off so it doesn't get wet, and when he does
I put my hand on his bare shoulder and steer him into the half bath. He
seems unconcerned that I'm touching him, but it makes my dick move in my
pants. Why do I have this crush on him? It's weird how that happened. His
scent is similar to Sonny's, meaning it's sexy, and his skin feels like his
younger brother's too, which is awesome. It's the same pale creamy color
and also very smooth and blemish free. Devon has a slim body although not
as slim as Sonny's. Looking at Devon's hair, which is sort of a dirty blond
color, almost light brown, and nothing like Sonny's orange-red hair, I'm
thinking he's hot, and I'm not sure why I think that. The chair's in front
of the sink from when Jameson used it. Devon sits in it facing away from
the sink grinning at me. Tilting the chair back brings the front legs off
the floor as the back of the chair rests against the front of the sink. I
comb through Devon's fairly short hair for a while, which has nothing to do
with the shampoo, I just feel like doing it. Then my hands go in his hair
and just as I thought, it's silky like Sonny's. I run my fingers through
his hair, rubbing his scalp and sure enough I get a boner, like I knew I
would. Devon glances at me and gives me a little grin of encouragement, so
I massage his scalp a little more. "Damn, that feels good," he mutters,
closing his eyes. Okay, Devon likes being touched, surprisingly not
everyone does. I do though, so I fantasize Devon massaging my scalp and
giving me a haircut, although I don't expect that to ever happen.


The water's running warm now so I use the little hose with the spray
attachment to soak his hair, and then the shampoo goes on and I workup a
good lather by running my fingers through his soapy hair. My boner is
poking out the lap of my shorts, but I'm standing mostly behind Devon so he
can't see it. Anyway he has his eyes closed. Staring at his face as I'm
massaging the shampoo through his hair, I get this urge to kiss his pretty
lips, but I have just enough common sense not to do that. His lips form a
perfect bow, really cute. Devon has the same amount of facial hair Sonny
has, which is absolutely none. I still think smooth faces are sexy even
though I like Seth and Ray's whiskers. It's frustrating that Devon couldn't
at least be bisexual. His girlfriend should know though, and she told me
Devon doesn't have a gay bone in his body. I sure do, lots of them,
including the one in my pants. I can't drag this shampoo out any longer
without it becoming suspiciously gay so I start rinsing his hair. After
making sure to get every shampoo bubble out, I use the palm of my hand to
flatten the hairs on his nicely shaped head. I'm dragging my hand from the
front to the back pulling excess water out. Each time I do it my hand
begins on his forehead. No complaints from Devon so I do it a couple of
more times as I'm remembering the two of us doing the posse goodbye hug at
the DairyQueen Wednesday night. That time the sides of our faces touched
for a second or two during the hug part, which is normally a no-no, but
Devon didn't even comment about it, just grinned at me. I'm probably making
too much out of that. Pulling the chair forward onto all four legs, I then
roughly towel dry his hair, then brush his hair as I'm blow drying it. I do
that longer then I need to, but finally stop when his hair is crackling
with static. Then I comb it again, saying, "That's the end of this part of
the salon treatment, Devon."  He hasn't said a word since we started. He
goes, "Wow, I loved that! Can I come over every night for a shampoo?" I
chuckle, mumbling, "Sure, Devon, any time, dude. You've got great hair to
work with, by the way." My boner retreated some after I adjusted it
sideways in my shorts before blow drying his hair, so it's not real
noticeable now.


We walk back into the finished basement where Devon sits on the barber
stool. I stand behind him massaging his shoulders and the back of his neck
enjoying the feel of him. He doesn't object to the touching at all, so I
chuckle, then ask, "Any chance you're bi, Devon?" He laughs, then says,
"Well, if I am, I'd be afraid to admit it to you because you'd talk me into
dropping my shorts in about three minutes and you'd be hard to resist
too. Hell, Sonny has a crush on you as big as a house, and you're Ray's
cute boyfriend.  I'm pretty sure he wouldn't appreciate one of us posse
boys cutting in on his territory." Is he saying there's a chance he's bi?
It would fit, and I say that because Devon has a gay biological brother,
and that means the chances of him being gay are double the norm, according
to some study. Was it the Kinsey report? I'm not sure. Still combing his
awesome hair, I ask, "How come you think Sonny's faking being bisexual if
you know he has a crush on me, or a crush on any boy for that matter?"
Devon says, "Between you and me, I do think he's bi and maybe gay, but I
rejected it initially because I didn't want to encourage him to be sexually
active, which is hypocritical of me because I was sexually active at his
age. I love that kid though and worry about him hooking up with some older
guy who will take advantage of him." Well, I'm hardly taking advantage of
Sonny, it's more like the other way around. Figuring I've been on the
subject of gay orientation long enough, I start Devon's haircut. Like
Sonny, Devon's hair is great to cut. He's got a full head of hair with lots
of body. The haircut turns out really well and looks sexy on Devon. It's
not as short as Ray likes it, but there's probably not enough difference
that Ray will notice. Rubbing Devon's shoulders to brush off hair clipping,
I say, "That's just about it for your salon treatment, Devon. I just need
to use the trimmers outlining around your ears and then we're done." He
says, "A very pleasurable experience. I wish we could do the whole thing
all over again right now." My cell phone rings and it's Manny who tells me
Ray will be delayed and that Dawg's taking his place. Ray will apparently
be over a little later although he's not sure when that will be. Manny
hesitates, then says, "Um, Ray said that you're to wait right there for
him, don't go anywhere. I'm just repeating what he said, don't get mad at
me." I ask, "Why would I be mad at you, Manny?" He goes, "I don't know. It
sounded awfully strict the way Ray told you what to do, that's all. Guess
he's sterner with you being his boyfriend than he is with us regular posse
guys. Huh, Dylan?" I say, "Not really, Manny. Anyway, when you get here
come right in, don't ring the bell. I'm downstairs finishing Devon's
haircut." Manny's right although I didn't want to admit it to him. Ray is
much bossier with me than he is with the other guys. Initially I thought
everyone was being bossed around by Ray the way he's bossy to me, but that
doesn't appear to be the case.


Using the trimmer clippers I outline around Devon's ears, and wipe little
tiny clipping off his shoulders. Then squeezing the back of his neck, I go,
"I wish you were on our team, Devon, you'd make an awesome gay boy." He
laughs, "Don't hold back, Dylan, tell me what you really think. Haha. I'm
taking that as a compliment, by the way, and the second I find out I'm
bisexual I'm calling you first thing." I say, "I'll be sure to have my cell
phone with me at all times." He puts his shirt back on just as Manny come
down the steps. It's posse hugs all around, with the sides of Devon and my
faces rubbing together like we did at the DairyQueen, and I can't for the
life of me figure out if Devon or I initiated it. I'd be suspected as the
one, of course, except I don't think I did it. This is very intriguing, and
interesting as hell. Of course, it could be Devon's having a little fun
teasing the gay boy, like Lee did at work for the first month or so, but
maybe it's something else too. Devon pats my back, and says, "Awesome job,
Dylan! Manny you're in for a treat, bro." He leaves with me glancing at his
ass. Manny asks, "Are you still doing the shampoos, Dylan?" I look over at
Manny, "Huh? Oh, yeah, the shampoo first and I'll give your head a good
massage too." Going into the bathroom, he says, "Yeah, I heard about it and
it sounds cool. I washed my hair in the shower so you wouldn't be
shampooing dirty hair." For some reason that strikes me as funny, but he
was so sincere I hold back the laugh and do one of my patented fake coughs,
hiding my grin with my hand. He says, "God bless you," as if it was a
sneeze. Come on, man, my fake cough doesn't sound like a sneeze. I've been
perfecting it for years. The shampoo and haircut are done just like I did
for Devon except with less touching and no cheek rub when we say
goodbye. As he runs his fingers through his half inch hair, Manny mutters,
"I'll be glad when Ray gets off this short haircut kick because I look bad
with short hair and my mom hates it." I say, "Yeah? Well, when school
starts up I'm sure Ray will change his mind and I'll be able to give you
any kind of haircut you want." He's like, "Yeah, thanks anyway, Dylan, I
know it's not your fault, and I appreciate not spending twenty bucks every
month for a haircut." Then he adds, "I look goofy with my hair this short,"
as he peers at himself in the mirror. I say, "I'm gonna have to disagree
with you, Manny, you look cool with this haircut." He looks at me,
"Really?" I go, "Really!" and he's like, "Well, I guess you should know,
you're gay." That doesn't make a lot of sense, but I smile and walk
upstairs with him just as Dawg rings the doorbell. Again it's the posse
greeting with all three of us participating by either saying 'hello' or
'goodbye', and then Dawg and me are on our way downstairs. I tell, Dawg,
"You don't need to ring the bell. Just come in when you're scheduled for a
haircut." He enthusiastically says, "Gee, thanks!" like I've just given him
a set of keys to the house.


As usual Dawg's quiet the entire twenty minutes he's here and then he says
thanks and we do the posse routine for the hundredth time, which can wear
you out after a while. On the other hand, giving these boys a hug is kinda
fun. It's funny but they all do the same thing... if I give a tight hug, so
do they, and the same for a cursory hug. I couldn't tell if Dawg liked the
shampoo or not, but he told me three times he really is enjoying short
hair. Now all I gotta do is wait for Ray. I smoke a cigarette on the front
step and then figure I'd better brush my teeth and gargle. Ray hates the
smell of cigarettes, and hates kissing after I've had a cigarette. I only
made that mistake once when I had one cigarette an hour before Ray picked
me up, so I don't know how he could still detect the smell of it. After
brushing and gargling, I change my t-shirt and then decide to take off the
clean one I just put on and wet my hair, then rub it vigorously with a
towel, hopefully getting any cigarette smell out. I can't smell it, but a
nonsmoker might. Then I suck on a Luden's cherry cough drop that tastes
suspiciously like plain cherry candy. Still no Ray, but the UPS truck is
here and the man hands me a box in plain brown paper. It's arrived early at
a little before eleven. Mom's still not up fortunately; she must have had a
late night. I carry the box into my bedroom to open it, and whoa, it's a
big one alright. A big hard dildo with a nice set of balls, everything in
pink. I should have ordered the black one, that baby looked even more
formidable than this one. It appears longer than an eight inch boner, and
it's kinda fat too. I give a thought to trying it out to get a taste of
what I'm in for, but the doorbell chimes. Stashing the dildo between my
mattress and box springs, I answer the door. Ray says, Hi, Dylan, sorry to
keep you waiting. My dad told me to cut the grass, and I hadn't expected
that because I thought it was Elliot's turn, but I was wrong." Then he
grips my chin, saying, "Damn, you look cute today," and he pulls my face to
his and gives me a kiss. That was unexpected. I put my arm around his neck,
"The kiss was a nice surprise, Ray." He puts an arm around my waist,
saying, "I know how to treat my girlfriends, Dylan." I say, "Boyfriend,"
and he's like, "You know what I meant. Um, I don't have a lot of time this
morning because Elliot needs the car to take Jay over to pick his car up at
the garage." I ask, "Oh, is Jay's car getting repaired?" Ray says, "I don't
know, come on, lets get started." He's not interested in Jay's car so he
didn't ask. That's the way Ray is, while almost anyone else would have been
curious and asked. It's the normal thing you'd do, but Ray's unique. He
says, "I want a nice shampoo and haircut with all the trimmings and
rimmings that go with it." With his arm around my waist, he leads me to the
steps, and then down we go, with me asking, "Rimmings?" He say, "Yeah, I
told you Wednesday night I'm gonna give you more chances to show me how
much you're into pleasing your man. I expect a good ass rimming whenever
we're alone. Where's your mom, by the way?" I say, "In her bedroom, she
never comes downstairs. Well, except when she parks in the garage." I open
the door to the garage and find it's empty. I say, "And she did not park in
here last night, so we're good." Then I ask, "Anything you have in mind
after I rim your ass?" He says, "Yep, you get to suck my cock until I give
you the gift of a mouthful of spunk." I go, "How about me, what else do I
get?" We're in the half bath, where Ray says, "You get a good fucking later
tonight, that's what else. And I'm really anxious to do that. I'm loving
fucking your tight pussy, Dylan." I say, "Ass," and he chuckles, muttering,
"Sensitive this morning, are we? Your man gets to name your ass and I'm
calling it pussy from now on."  Has he been communicating with Willie, I
wonder? Ha ha.


Ray sits down and I do a long shampoo and a really good scalp massage for
my man. As I'm doing it I get squirmier and squirmier because his BO scent
does that to me, plus I think his two day whisker growth is very sexy. Just
enough whiskers to look sexy but also retain his youthfulness. Halfway
through the shampoo I find myself hugging him around his neck again,
rubbing my cheek against his whiskers with a hard boner in my pants. He
chuckles, "You're really into me, aren't you. Maryanne could take some
lessons from you on how to make her man feel important and appreciated." I
kiss his whiskery cheek near his jaw bone and then mumble, "You're right,
Ray, I'm really into you because you're sexy hot and you've got a sexy
scent about you that makes my dick hard."  He goes, "Thanks, you're
extremely gay and that's fine, it's working for me, but lets finish the
shampoo. You've sucked-up to me enough for now." I complete his shampoo
with a boner in my pants the whole time and when his short hair is dry, he
says, "Lock that door, baby," as he's pulling down his shorts. I stare at
his big mushroom headed cock as it swings heavily between his legs. He
leans down and and grabs the edge of the sink with both hands, sticking his
ass up and out. Then, looking back at me, he asks, "Why haven't you taken
your clothes off yet? Get those clothes off and give your man a good ass
rimming." Then he shakes his head, muttering, "You can be dense sometimes,
but at the same time you are so fucking cute. I think you get cuter every
time I see you." I mutter, "Thanks, Ray. But do I gotta get undressed?" He
says, "Of course you do," so I do that and kneel down behind him naked,
then spread his hairy butt cheeks and lick from behind his balls, over his
asshole, and up to the top of his ass crack. He goes, "Damn, that's hot,
Dylan, you're the best." Well, I like compliments so I really do a good
rimming with a number of laps up his crack going over his asshole each
time. Licking the back of his nuts gets me into a mini submissive
trance. I'm licking and kissing both buttocks, hugging his thighs now with
an arm around each one. His butt cheeks have closed on my nose as I'm
kissing right on his anus. The lips of his anus start contracting and
opening as Ray's quietly grunting and then moaning while pushing his ass up
more so I have full access.


By now my cock is a wicked hard boner and since I'm hoping Ray won't be
able to resist fucking me, I don't stroke my boner for fear of an early
ejaculation. When I get my tongue up his ass I notice a little acrid shit
taste, but only for a minute, then it fades. Sucking on his asshole, while
doing a baby fuck with my tongue, gets Ray wiggling his ass, moving it all
around as he moans, and then says, "Stop! I'm gonna cum." So I stop and
look up at Ray as he takes a big breath, then mutters, "That is such a hot
turn-on, it's reason enough to keep you as my boyfriend, for
sure. Especially because it's you, my old mocker, who's not mocking me
anymore, are ya? Now you're too busy sucking up to me and kissing, licking,
and sucking my asshole." Oh no, he's back on that old business of me
mocking him in the past, but he drops the subject and turns around to lift
my head with his hand under my chin, asking, "Are you anxious to suck my
cock now?" I see that his huge cock is very hard as I nod my head up and
down real fast like Ryan used to do. He pinches my cheek too hard, then
ays, "Go ahead, Dylan, you've earned the right to suck your man's cock,"
again with the implied notion that our positions, relating to one another,
have completely reversed in the past six weeks. It's very different now, it
started with Ray nagging me to be his boyfriend and that's changed to the
present with me submissively doing what Ray tells me to do. My cock
tightens up some more, but I'm simply not going to worry about petty shit
like our reversals of fortunes, I'm more into concentrating on sucking that
big mushroom headed boner of his.


Taking it in my mouth and sucking the shaft with my lips while licking all
around the head with my busy tongue gets my balls buzzing with activity. In
less then a minute precum is drooling out the quivering lips of his pee
slit. Ray grunts and groans as he goes from one foot to the other while
squeezing my shoulders tightly. I try to get the head in my throat, but
it's too swollen and I can't do it this time. Ray groans, "Oh, fuck! Um,
un, un!," and cum pours from his cock filling my mouth. And as I'm trying
to swallow the first load of thick creamy cum Ray humps his hips and more
cum pours out of his cock. Cum's drooling out both sides of my mouth, and
as I try to breath, cum gets sucked into my sinuses even as drools of cum
are still coming from Ray's large nuts. Backing off his cock completely, a
fairly big shot of cum splashes from his cock and lands next to my nose as
I'm coughing and gagging, spraying cum on Ray's cock and balls. He's like,
"Jesus Christ, cover your mouth when you cough. Tears are running down my
face with Ray laughing now, "Your man supplied you with plenty of spunk to
enjoy this time. I gotta please my gay boyfriend. Holy shit, this is too
funny," and he runs the palm of his hand around my face smearing his cum to
my forehead. I'm still gasping for air and blowing out my nose hard causing
strings of his thick sticky cum to fly from my nose; the strings stay
attached to my nose and drop down around my mouth. Grabbing some toilet
paper I blow my nose as hard as I can and get most of the cum out, but it's
all I can taste and smell. Ray rubs his cumy hand in my hair, saying, "I
see you took my advise and didn't get a haircut like Sonny's. The only
trouble is, the haircut you got is too long on top. Go back to the barbers
and get it cut down to a half inch." I'm not paying attention to him as I
blow my nose again. Then I stand up blinking my eyes and rubbing cum off my
mouth and chin. Ray says, "That was a classic, Dylan. Oh my God, you've got
cum all over your face, hahaha." Taking a big breath, I say, "I almost
strangled with all that thick cum clogging my throat and blocking my nose."
He says, "Oh, stop it! You can never get enough of it. Now get both of us
cleaned-up and do my haircut. I don't have a lot of time," and he smacks my
ass, "Slap!" I jump, and he slaps it again, "Slap!" saying, "Get to it!" My
boner went soft as I was choking to death, but those smack and his tone of
voice firmed it up again. I stroke my cock and grab a hand towel from the
towel rack to wet it with the spray attachment on the hose attached to the
spigot, saying, "Okay, okay." Wiping down Ray's crotch where I sprayed cum
on him, I'm still coughing. When his crotch is clean I take his hand and
wipe that clean, then wash my face and my hair, and dry us both with the
other hand towel. Ray says, "Good job," with another smack on my ass, "Get
dressed now. Hurry up!"


We get dressed and go over to the barber stool with Ray still chuckling,
"I've never seen cum come out of anyone's nose before. That was priceless."
I'm still sniffing my nose with little remnants of cum going down my
throat. I'm pretty sure that his cum came out of my nose at least once
before, he just didn't see it. Then, without talking, a little pissed off
and a little humiliated, I start Ray's haircut. As I'm cutting his hair I'm
thinking about the smacks on my ass as I stare at Ray, who's cockily
sitting here, his BO swirling around in my nose and mind; it gives me that
squirmy submissive feeling again. It's soothing and sexy so I stop cutting
and put my arm around Ray's neck kissing him near his mouth, on his
whiskers, mumbling, "My man's so sexy." He chuckles, then I pathetically
whine, "Please fuck me, Ray. I'm really hot for you after rimming you and
sucking your cock." He pulls his head away, muttering, "Don't kiss my
lips. Your tongue's been up my ass. Finish the haircut, Dylan, I gotta get
home. I already told ya I'm gonna fuck you on our date tonight." To retain
some dignity, I force myself to let go of him and finish his haircut, but I
pout while doing it. Pouting is wasted on Ray though. It gets positive
results with Robby and Chubby, but none with Ray. He's a hard ass, which
unfortunately makes me even hornier for him. As I'm brushing the hair
clippings off his shoulders, Ray's saying, "Don't forget, you rim my ass
tonight before anything else sexual happens. And bring mouthwash with you
so you can wash your mouth out after rimming me. I gotta tell you, your
rimming is the hottest fucking thing ever. One of these days I'll have you
rim my ass until I climax. Damn, that sounds hot, doesn't it?" He gets up
and checks himself in the mirror. "Excellent haircut, baby, you're good,"
and he pinches my cheek, smiling, "Give your man a big smile and a kiss on
my cheek." I shrug and smile because he's so sure of himself, and so sure
I've got the hots for him, and so sure he has me totally under his
thumb. Yeah, and he's more right than wrong about all of it. What the hell,
I do what I'm told, but man am I horny!


Ray leaves telling me not to walk out with him because he's gotta run. He's
late and I've noticed before Ray's conscientious about being on time. I
watch him run down the steps and over to his car, then I clean-up the
barbershop and the half bath. It's almost twelve o'clock and I haven't
eaten anything this morning, so lunch is in order. I fix lunch groping
myself every now and then, feeling horny as hell. I have a cheeseburger on
the grille for lunch and with it a root beer float with a big gob of
vanilla ice cream. Naturally when I plopped the ball of ice cream in the
root beer it foamed-up and drooled down the sides of the glass. I would
have called Chubby to have lunch with me except I know he's working his
part time job today. All I can think of while eating is how sexy Ray is and
how he's the only boyfriend I've ever had who turns down my requests to be
fucked. It's because he's bisexual I suppose, so he's not as hot all the
time to fuck as gay boys usually are. In that regard Ray's not too good for
my ego. It also makes me want him to fuck me even more, which is
counterproductive to me, but works very well for Ray. Hmmm, I've got to do
something about that. But for now I need to wait until tonight for my one
fuck of the day... woop de do! Maybe I should call Seth, and then I
remember Sonny's picking me up at one o'clock, how'd I forget that? Now I'm
excited! Being with Ray made me forget about Sonny. If Ray hadn't cum so
quickly I would have had an orgasm of my own and I wouldn't be so
desperately horny. He was too stimulated from the rimming though and that's
why he shot his load so quickly. Yeah, he stopped the rimming because he
was just about to climax, but it's left me hornier then I've been for
awhile. Oh well, I got Sonny to depend on now and he won't disappoint I'll
bet. It's funny how reluctant I was last night to get involved with Sonny;
he had to almost beg me for sex yesterday afternoon, and now he's totally
in charge and I'm anxious to have him fuck me. That's one of the fastest
three-hundred-sixty degree turn arounds I've ever been involved in. It is
the fastest, not one of the fastest. Man, my friggin' sex drives controls
my brain, but it's so fucking pleasurable I have no desire to change. I'm
like the fat lady who's addicted to chocolate; she doesn't want to be fat,
but she loves chocolate so much she hasn't the willpower to stop eating it.


Mom comes out of her bedroom and cheerily says, "Hi, Dylan," and kisses my
cheek, adding, "You are so handsome! What have you been up to?" I talk with
mom as she makes herself a k-cup of coffee. Of course I can't tell her
everything I've been up to, but I can tell her about the haircuts for the
posse boys.  She naturally thinks it's awesome I treat my friends to free
haircuts. I tell her about work last week, leaving out the bad-parts with
Jerry at the beginning of the week, and the part where Jerry fucked me. I
also don't mention Seth and me messing around in the back of the truck
everyday between jobs. She tells me about her night. The waitresses had a
going away party for one of the waitresses who's just about to deliver her
baby, and how the party went on very late. As she's telling me about it, I
make scrambles eggs for her and she says they're the best scrambled eggs
she's ever eaten and it goes on like that for a half hour. I hear ten times
more than I care to know about the so-called funny things that happened at
work last week, but I chuckle along with her as I'm giving her shoulders a
massage, which she claims is the best massage she's ever had. I love her to
death, but the truth is, as a nineteen year old gay boy I'm really not all
that interested in adult activities. I'm interested in my mom being healthy
and happy, which she certainly seems to be. She has friends at work and
loyal customers at the restaurant she works at who come regularly to sit at
her station. She has boyfriends, and I can only assume lovers too, and she
has maybe the most important thing of all, a best friend in Chubby's mom,
Tris. So those are the things I'm interested in and they all seem to be
effectively in place. Finally I'm saved by the bell as mom's cell phone
rings. She has never mastered the technique of completing a telephone
conversation in less then a half hour, so I wave at her and go into my
bathroom to clean up for Sonny.


Washing my face and hands again, and brushing my teeth and combing my
hair. Then I say out loud, "Uh oh!" because I just remembered the haircut
problem. I cut Sonny's hair way too short and he got pissed and told me
mine better be as short as his. Yeah, but hopefully the dildo I bought will
get his mind off that silliness. I'm sure he'd much rather have that big
thing to play with up my ass rather then worrying about my hair. I change
my t-shirt again, putting on a sleeveless one this time to show off my
tattoo and my guns. Checking myself out in the mirror I think I look pretty
good with my earring hoops and all. I'm envisioning myself with a flattop
haircut to go with everything else; it'll be cool. Damn, I like the healthy
tan look too. That's the trouble with winter... we all look pasty from lack
of sun from about November to April or May. My cell phone rings and it's
Sonny. I say, "Hello, Sonny. Whassup?" He goes, "Hiya, boyfriend. I love
finally having a boyfriend and you're a good one to have too, and I say
that for any number of reasons, not the least of which is you're submissive
to me during sex. Bring the dildo and get your hot ass down here. I'm at
the curb." Man, my balls really buzz because Ray got me all hot and
bothered and horny earlier, and now dominant Sonny's waiting for me. This
Sonny thing is working out really well. Putting the dildo in the smaller of
my two backpacks, I walk out of my bedroom wearing the backpack, grinning
and waving at my mom as I head for the front door. She blows me a kiss and
mouths, 'I love you'. I blow her a kiss, and then I'm gone, locking the
door behind me. Sonny's down below sitting on his motorbike with my Red Sox
hat on his head, looking way cool. Yeah, this is working out. When I get
down to him we don't kiss, but do the posse greeting instead, then he says,
"Turn around, let me take a peek at the dildo you got me." When I've turned
around he unzips the backpack and takes a look, muttering, "That's a
monster! It's awesome, Dylan. Good job, oh man!" He zips up the backpack
chuckling, and mumbling, "I've never seen one in real life before, this is
gonna be so much fun. Maybe I'll get you to spunk with that thing up your
ass, and then fuck you myself after that. I can't wait, let's get on the
bike and get going."


He mounts his bike and I get on behind him hugging his slender body. He
says, "I can't get over last night, Dylan. You got so submissively hot it
was the biggest turn-on of my life by a long, long way. This is better than
I ever imagined it would be." He fires up the motorbike, adding, "The first
time I laid eyes on you, knowing already that you're gay I told myself I'd
have you, but never thought it would be this easy or this great. I had no
idea you were submissive back then, of course." Smelling his awesome boyish
scent, I say in his ear, "Yesterday afternoon you began by being so sweet
pouring your heart out to me about how the constant yearning to experience
gay sex was killing you, so I had to give in." He says, "And I took charge
from there. You didn't want last night to be the only time we did it
together any more than I did. Now hold on because here we go." We roar away
from the curb with me smiling... I just knew that dildo would be all Sonny
would be interested in. He drives us to his house, which I've been to
before, but not with Sonny. After parking the bike we get off, with Sonny's
saying, "No one will be home for hours so we can relax and really enjoy
ourselves. I can't thank you enough for taking pity on me last night and
letting me fulfill a dream of a lifetime. Today should be even better
because now, right from the start, you know your role. I can get off on
being the dominant sex partner at the same time you're getting off being
the submissive one. Man, that's sweet!" I say, "It's been a while since
I've been able to satisfy my submissive fetish because my dominant sex
partner moved away." he asks, "Who was that?" I go, "Oh, no need for names,
Sonny." He asks, "Does Ray know about this other sex partner of yours?" I
mumble, "No, and don't you tell him."


We're inside his house now, Sonny says, "I won't tell Ray anything, but I
want you to answer a few questions." As we're walking, I ask, "What are
they?" and he goes, "For one, what's Ray like during sex?" I chuckle,
"Let's just say he's pretty much in charge, but not necessarily as a
specifically dominant sex partner, it's more just his normal uber confident
personality than anything else. What you see with Ray is pretty much what
you get. I think he's sexy." As we're going upstairs, Sonny asks, "Does he
make you get naked first, like I do?" I go, "Yeah, he does," and Sonny
goes, "That's being dominant right there." Going into Sonny's bedroom I see
an unmade bed and clothes thrown around on the floor, I say, "He's dominant
without knowing it. He just thinks that's how a boyfriend should be with
his girlfriend. Ray doesn't see much difference between me and his
girlfriend except I take it in the back door rather than the front one."
Sonny chuckles, then asks, "Does he call your ass, pussy." I go, "Recently
he started doing that, yeah." Sonny's like, "Not me, it's your ass I'm
interested in fucking, not some girl's pussy. Get your clothes off." He
takes his hat off as I drop my backpack on the floor and start getting
undressed. He's got another question, "What's Ray do when your naked and
he's still got his clothes on?" Stepping out of my underwear and stroking
my pecker a few times, I say, "He likes to check my body out because I'm
the only boy he gets to do that with. His only other male sex partner
wasn't submissive like I am. They were more or less equal in that regard. I
don't really know much about him though, Ray's close mouth about a lot of
things." Sonny says, "Yeah, he is, but I don't want you to be. Answer
questions I ask you because I'm dominant and you as the submissive need to
do what I say." My dick tightens up as I mutter, "I know."


Sonny takes the dildo out of the backpack and studies it. Then he looks up
and sees me standing here naked so he puts the dildo on his desk, and says,
"Stand straight with your legs together and I'll hogtie you." He takes
strips of rope from one of the desk's drawers... this is where I begin my
submissiveness. It's not me thinking, 'Be submissive', it happens on its
own. Sonny ties my ankles together, and then my knees. He says, "Hop over
and sit your ass down in my desk chair." I manage to do that, feeling my
cock tightening up a little more, and it's a very good feeling. Sonny has a
way about him that's pretty amazing considering he's had almost no
experience doing this, other than watching videos. Half the time he acts
almost bored, like he's been doing this many times a day for years as some
sort of fantasy occupation, and by now the job's lost it's novelty and
become just something that needs to be done for a paycheck. Maybe he's
imitating the attitude of someone in the videos he watches. Sonny puts my
forearm on the arm of his desk chair and ties my wrist to the chair's arm,
then another tie near my elbow. I say, "This is different, Sonny. How can
we have sex like this?" He's tying my other arm as he mumbles, "We can't
have sex like this other than you sucking my cock, which you'll do in a
little while." Lastly he ties my legs to something under the
chair. Stepping back to appraise his handiwork, he asks, "Can you move
much? Try." Okay, I try, but then just shrug my shoulders, and grinning, I
go, "You've tied me up good, Sonny, and it's made my dick feel tight." He
grins back at me, "Damn, your submissiveness fascinates me! I just don't
get it, but I'm real glad there's submissive gays like you who embrace
their role." He goes through his top desk drawer and takes out scissors,
muttering, "I know these babies are sharp." I ask, "Are you going to have
to cut the ropes when you free me?" He's walking to his bureau, saying over
his shoulder, "No, I tied slip knots that come undone easily for me, but
the knots will tighten if you try freeing yourself." He picks up a comb,
saying, "The scissors are for your haircut. I'm going to cut it as short as
mine like you promised you'd have the barber do. You didn't keep your
promise though, and I'm really disappointed in you because I thought your
word was good. Anyway, my word is good; I said I'd cut your hair myself if
you didn't get it cut before today, and that's what I'm going to do."


I'm like, "This is no fucking joking matter, Sonny. If you cut one hair on
my head we're never doing this sub/dom thing again and I swear to God I
mean it." He laughs, "You swear to God? Are you a religious person? I
didn't picture you being religious for some reason." He combs back through
my hair with me moving my head out of the way. Sonny gives me a look you
might give to a mischievous toddler, then patiently explains, , "If you
move your head all over the place it'll just make it worse." I say,
"Goddammit, Sonny, I'm not kidding. I will kick the shit out of you and
tell your brother you fucked me and I'll never see you or the posse boys
again." He says, "That's a colossal empty threat, the biggest one I've ever
fucking heard. You're not going to do anything of the sort. An hour after
your haircut you'll be whimpering with submissive sexual pleasure and
kissing my ass, and you know it. Now give me some instructions on how to
cut hair and I'll try to cut it as evenly as I can." My balls freeze
because the reality of my situation is obvious with me tied in the chair
like this. Sucking on my lips, my face gets red like from the fires of
hell, I conclude that he's right... all I can do is try to teach him how to
cut hair. I yell, "Fuck!" and Sonny laughs a real laugh, then goes, "Holy
shit, I never saw anyone blush as red as you. Did you just realize it's
going to happen and it got you totally frustrated?" Calming down, I try
reasoning with him, "Sonny, I bought the dildo and thought that would
make-up for not getting my hair cut like yours. My number one boyfriend
wants me to have a flattop like he has and I'll really get in trouble if I
don't do that. Please, Sonny, give me a break. I'll buy more sex toys for
you to use too. Think of the fun we can have with those babies." He say,
"You'll be buying them anyway." Then he gets his face close to mine, and
asks, "Are you going to give me a haircutting lesson or should I just wing
it." I say, "Pleeeeze, Sonny," he grins, saying, "No!"


What the fuck can I do? I spend the next ten minutes explaining the basics
of haircut with Sonny holding the comb and scissors in the air
demonstrating the techniques I'm explaining to him. I go, "Yes, that's
right, but please, please, please don't try cutting my hair, it's much more
difficult to pull off than it sounds. I swear to God I'll go to the
barbers, you can take me and have him duplicate your haircut on my
head. Yes, that's the answer. We have our sub/dom sex and then go to the
barbershop. Please." He simply says, "No, you had your chance. The next
time you tell me you're going to do something, I'll bet you do it. Now hold
your head still." I take a big breath, resigned to my fate. How bad can it
be? I mean, I've had bad haircuts from both Ryan and Robby and I didn't
bitch about it. Well, not much anyway. Chubby can cut hair pretty good,
we've cut each other's hair for years. He'll be able to even out the rough
spots and I'll make up a lie to tell Robby. I get myself into these jams
because I'm trying to juggle the wishes of three boyfriends. No one will
feel sorry for me if they knew I was doing that. They'd say I'm getting
what I deserve, and I guess they're right.


Sonny combs threw my hair a couple of time from front to back, muttering,
"Pretty hair you got here, boyfriend." 'Boyfriend' doesn't sound nearly as
good coming out of his mouth as it does coming from Robby. He says, "Okay,
here we go. Keep your head steady. He runs the comb up my bangs a little,
holds the comb steady, and carefully closes the scissors and there's a
"Scrunch" sound as the scissors cut through my hair with lot of hairs
tumble down my chest. I know right away, from just looking at the clipped
hairs, that he cut too much off. I say, "You cut it too short, didn't ya?"
He frowns, feels how long his hair is, looks in the mirror, then at me, and
says, "Yeah, I did, sorry, but you cut too much off my head and you're
suppose to know what your doing." I figure maybe I can talk him into
changing his mind now, and then I'll have Chubby do what he can with it
later. I say, "Aren't you satisfied by now? You've fucked-up my hair for
any kind of normal haircut." He looks at his first cut of my bangs, then
covers his mouth and starts laughing, muttering, "I didn't mean to cut that
much off," but he laughs for a bit longer. Then goes, "Okay, I'm composed
now. Sorry, Dylan, but you fucked up my hair, so ya know." I say, "Okay,
and now you've fucked up my hair, lets call it even and have some
fun. We're even, okay?" He goes, "No, I'm doing the whole thing. Stay
still," and he moves the comb in my hair and closes the scissors and a lot
more hair drifts down my naked chest and belly to collect near my cock and
the top of my thighs. He says, "That's pretty damn even with the first,"
and he cuts some more, then says, "Oops, that's not even at all. Oh well, I
guess it's going to be even shorter than the first cut. You emphasized the
importance of keeping it even, so I'm simply following your instructions."
and then all I hear for awhile is the, "Scrunch!" sound of scissors cutting
through dry hair. He goes over some spots cutting off more hair then he cut
during his, 'Oops cut'. By now I'm in some kind of hypnotic-type trance. My
hair was fairly short to begin with, but nonetheless there are a hell of a
lot of cut hair on my chest, stomach, and lap so I can't imagine what my
head looks like now.


He goes behind me and cuts some more. Neither of us says anything. I hold
my head steady trying to figure out why I'm feeling dreamy and lazy and
comfortable and, yes, sexually aroused. Standing behind me, Sonny
methodically begins at the bangs again, recutting them and continues all
across the top of my head from front to back, and it's, "Scrunch!"
"Scrunch!" "Scrunch!" for quite awhile. Shorts hair clippings constantly
rain down on me as I sink further into my dreamy trance without a care in
the world. He spends a lot time at the crown of my head cutting and
recutting a number of times, then the comb is at the hairline on my back of
my neck and the scrunch sound is followed by lots of dry hair sliding down
my bare back, and that really gets my cock stirring. I thought he was just
going to cut the hair short on top of my head. He moves the comb up a
little from the first cut in back, another scrunch, and another spray of
dry hair drifts down my back.  This goes on for much too long... scrunch
after scrunch with lots and lots of hair drifting down my back. Robby cut
the sides and back of my head yesterday so where the fuck are all the cut
hairs coming from? My cock is so hard now it's tight against my belly and
I'm so deep into a submissive trance I can barely keep my eyes open. Sonny
cuts hairs from the back of my head for at least ten minutes, going over
the same area three or four times. Then he's at my left side tilting my
head to the right a little, murmuring, "Hold your head like that," and then
he presses the comb against my scalp just above my ear and, "Scrunch!"
followed by lots of hairs falling onto my shoulder. He cuts at this side of
my head longer then he did at the back of my head. My cock throbs and I go
even deeper into a submissive trance. I haven't given a shit about my hair
for some time now, the methodical way Sonny's butchering my hair has proven
to be very successful in putting me deep into a submissive trance that
feels so wonderful I can't begin to describe it. Like I'm dreamily floating
in air while highly sexually aroused and loving everything about it.


Finally done the left side of my head, he ruffles whatever hair I have left
on my head roughly with the palm of his hand, then walks in front of me to
get to the right side of my head. He gently put pressure at the right side
with his finger and I lean my head a little to the left now. Sonny murmurs,
"Thank you," and then , "Scrunch!," as he starts cutting hair from that
side of my head. The way he murmured, 'Thank you,' was so confidently said,
like he was talking to a little boy. It's like he's not the least bit
surprised I'm cooperating so docilely. There are no yelling threats or
cursing him coming from me. Instead a docile cooperation. Finally he's done
the right side of my head and he spends some time inspecting his
haircutting all around my head, snipping a little here and a little
there. Then he goes over the entire top of my head again and I hope this
haircut never ends. Finally he's satisfied and he puts the scissors and
comb on the desk and uses both hands to rub all over my head roughly again
with many short clippings drifting down all around me. He quietly says,
"It's very, very short obviously, much shorter than mine, but very evenly
cut. I like it actually. You might consider having me be your barber after
you see the haircut I've given you. You know, it can be like, after you
give me a haircut, I'll give you one, tit for tat. What do you think? How
do you like it?" as he holds a mirror in front of me. I gaze at the mirror
knowing in my mind I simply must experience this again no matter what it
looks like. A very short haircut done entirely with comb and scissors, no
clippers, is impossible to get even. He shouts, "Look at it!" startling me
and I blink my eyes a few times, then focus on my reflection from the
mirror. My hair might be quarter of an inch long on top, at the most, with
maybe one-eighth inch hair on the sides, and I suppose the back of my head
too, but he's right, it's as evenly cut as it would be with a guide on
clippers. It's incredible he was able to do this haircut with
scissors. Unbelievably even, and cool looking because Sonny didn't blend
the one-eight length on the sides into the quarter inch long hair on
top. It's like I have a very thin pancake on top of my head, but it's
created a surprisingly distinctive look. He asks again, "How do you like
it?" In my deep submissive trance it's difficult to speak, but I
concentrate and manage to mutter, "It's amazing, Sonny." He goes, "Yeah, I
think so too," and I mumble, "You must have cut hair before." He says,
"Nope, this is my first time and it was a lot of fun." He reaches over and
strokes my boner a few time, "Looks like you enjoyed it as much as I
did. More, actually, 'cause I didn't get a boner. You'll need to help me
out with that." Sonny just takes it for granted that I'm accepting this
extremely short haircut without complaint. He's not surprised in the least
as he begins taking off his clothes, asking, "So, I'll do your next
haircut, right? I know you want to do this all over again, I just hope I
can do it as evenly next time. Or, maybe I'll do something different next
time. I don't know what that'll be, but you'll just take it, won't you?" I
say, "Yes," and he asks, "Why is that?" I think for a second, and quietly
say, "Um, because it was so, um, unbelievably sexy when you just did
whatever you wanted with me tied and unable to do anything about it." He
goes, "Oh boy, it keeps getting better and better with us. Doesn't it?" I
nod my head as my mind clears enough for me to worry about Robby's
reaction, not only to this haircut, but when I let Sonny do my next one
too. I'll need to be really imaginative to come up with a believable little
white lie to tell Robby, and Ray too for that matter.


Sonny's undressed now and he gets a knee on the seat of the desk chair I'm
tied to, a knee on either side of my thighs. He up straight on his knees
holding his large cock out, "Suck this baby good, Dylan. I want a boner
when I start fucking you with that dildo. When you cum, that's when the
dildo comes out of your ass and my cock goes up your ass. I'm going to try
to fuck a second orgasm out of you. I like a challenge." He holds his cock
at the base as I slurp on the head greedily and soon saliva's rolling down
my chin. I'm covered in hair clippings, but neither Sonny nor me cares much
about that now. Like Ray, Sonny talks too much during sex. He says, "One
time I jerked off three times in only an hour and a half, and had spunk
each time. I was watching and re-watching a dominant sex video where this
older guy had two cute eighteen year olds boys on separate leashes. You
know, the cute boys had dog collars on. They were on hands and knees like
dogs too.  Oh my God, they fucked each other doggy style while their owner
fucked them one by one, changing from one asshole to the other, and back
and fourth he went for fifteen awesome minutes, and then the doggies sucked
his cock all covered with the older guys cum. I shot one load after another
right here at my desk looking at my PC. It was so hot, but you're even
hotter than that. Real life is way better than videos, and I plan on
recreating some of the videos with you. Cool, huh?"  I grunt around his
hardening cock, "Un huh," and go back to sucking his cock and inhaling his
scent, which is boyishly sexy with a faint scent of skin that needs
washing. My cock throbs as I slip back into a sweet trance with Sonny
babbling happily away. He doesn't have that sternness that Ryan can
produce, but Sonny does everything in such a matter of fact manner, like
it's the most natural thing in the world, and that naively dominant
assumption of his is what brings on my submissiveness. It takes a while
being submissive sexily before a submissive feeling gets carried over into
matters that aren't sexually oriented. I don't expect that to happen with
Sonny like it did with Ryan. It's truly an awesome sensation for me though,
so I wouldn't mind if Sonny's able to pull it off. It's like my whole
body's involved in the sex provided by my sexy dominant partner. Sonny's
unknowingly has stumbled into a very good form of dominance that works
wonders with me. Him having the balls to do this haircut of mine is a
perfect example of that. I'd never have the balls to purposely do that to
anyone. Sonny has balls like Willie's.


When his boner's very hard, but not yet drooling precum, he gets off the
chair and unties my arms, then reties my wrists in front. He releases my
tied legs from the rope that tied them to the chair, and says, "Get on your
hands and knees the best way you can." Well, even though my legs are tied
together at the ankles and below the knees, I can bend my knees, so I do
that and rest on the floor using my knees and my forearms in front. He
says, "I don't have that jelly stuff you had at your place, so I'm using
plain old vaseline. It's messy, especially when it sort of melts with your
body's heat, but it'll do okay. You wouldn't want me to shove this big
dildo up your ass dry, would you?" In a submissive frame of mind, I say,
"If you wanted too, but I'd rather have the dildo lubed." He's wearing a
cheap disposable rubber glove on his right hand lubing the dildo with
Vaseline, looking at my ass. He says, "I've got the strongest urge to smack
your ass like they do in slave/master videos. He stops lubing the dildo and
smacks my ass, "Whack!" with the gloved hand leaving a vaseline handprint
on my right buttock. "How'd you like that, Dylan?" I mutter, "It was good,
Sonny," and "Whack!" "Whack!" "Whack!" "Whack!" leaving my left butt cheek
on fire, stinging, and quivering, "That's for your flip answer. We're
suppose to be in dominant and submissive roles and you're not suppose to be
flip with me or you'll ruin everything. It fucks up the atmosphere we're
trying to create during our sex. Do you understand?" My cock stayed hard
while I sucked Sonny's cock and now a drip of precum drops to the carpet as
I whine, "I'm sorry." He goes, "Oh, yeah, that's it, Dylan, you need to be
real submissive to me. Okay, that was good the way you said that." The fact
is I wasn't being flip when I said the ass smack was 'good', I liked it,
but you don't argue with your dominant sex partner if you're smart.


He pushes the dildo at my asshole and twist it spreading Vaseline on my
anus, then a firm push forces it's past my sphincter muscle spreading the
lips of my asshole painfully wide with me grunting, "Oh, ow!" Sonny
giggles, then pushes it in an inch or so more and I'm aching back there now
as I grovel on the floor moving my ass and groaning in pain. Like he does
everything else, Sonny methodically and steadily forces the huge dildo up
my ass with me crying out, "Stop, it's too big!" Sonny says, "You're
playing the role perfectly, Dylan," as he pushes it in the rest of it's
eight inch length with the fake balls finally tight against the back of my
balls pushing my scrotum forward. It's very painful without any pleasure
sensations working their way past the pain, no pleasure sensations at
all. Sonny mutters, "I've got the hardest boner I think I've ever had," as
he walks around in front of me and and gets down on his knees, then lifts
my head with his fingers under my chin, and says, "The dildo should feel
good when your rectum relaxes more. Suck my cock to get your mind off the
pain." My jaws are tightly closed as I grind my teeth against the
pain. Sonny's like, "Open your mouth!" I do, and as he's stretching my neck
holding my head up, he slides his boner in my mouth on my tongue, saying,
"This is the hottest thing I've ever done." I get into sucking the head of
his boner, with Sonny rubbing my hair stubble, mumbling, "I can hardly
believe what a good job I did giving you this haircut. Oh sure, I didn't
intend for it to be nearly this short, heh, heh, that wasn't planned, but
it's kinda cool looking. Don't ya think?" There's precum drooling out of
Sonny's cock now, and the pain's become manageable, so I mutter, "Uh huh,"
around the head of his cock. He goes, "You're remarkable, Dylan, what a
lucky day it was for me that first night I sat on your lap going to Ray's
basketball game. I knew I'd have you eventually, but never in my wildest
dreams did I think it would be this good, no fucking way."


After a couple of minutes Sonny pulls his cock from my mouth, saying, "I'm
starting to get that orgasm feeling in my stomach," as a string of precum
breaks from the pee slit of his cock and drifts down to wetly streak
against my chin, he asks, "Does it feel okay in your ass yet, Dylan?" and I
realize the hurt is gone and just an incredible full feeling in my rectum
remains, maybe the fullest feeling I've ever experienced. I mumble, "It
feels fine now, Sonny." He give the back of my thigh a loud, stinging,
"Smack!" using the hand with the rubber glove, making me grunt. Sonny grabs
the dildo's balls and begins pulling it back out and the sensations explode
in my rectum. I go, "Mmmmm, oooh, ooh, Sonny, mmmm." He laughs, "I'm
jealous, Dylan, you're getting all the hot sexy pleasure." He pulls it back
until the fat head is distending the lips of my anus, then he shoves it
back up my ass with the dildo's hard balls smacking the back of my nuts
with me moaning in sexual pleasure and seeing dots in front of my eyes as I
hop off the floor, then push back on the dildo, moaning, "Aaaah, ash, oooh
yeaaah, oooh." Retracting and pushing it right back up my ass creates one
long, "Ooooooh, aaaah, mmmm," from me, as my boner lifts off my stomach to
stick straight out, parallel to my belly with me hovering over it moaning
with sexual arousal. This goes on for a couple of minutes with Sonny
chuckling at my increasingly submissive moans as a million pleasure
sensations from my rectum and prostate sizzle from my rectum to my boner
and hard nuts, then spread out all around my stomach. Sonny continues
manipulating the dildo back and forth in my ass and I'm in a highly and
constant state of extreme sexual arousal with my climax quickly building to
a crescendo. My forehead's on the floor now and sweat breaks out all over
me. I've pushed my ass up in the air and I'm supporting myself on my toes
with Sonny driving the dildo downward now. My ass lips are constantly
quivering and then my back arches and my embarrassingly high-pitched squeal
echoes in my ears as a rush of cum flies from my cock in a tight fast
moving stream hitting me under my chin, splashing cum spray on my chest. I
collapse on the floor my whole body shaking as three more shots of cum have
me delirious with sexual pleasure and my toes curl as my shoulders shudder
uncontrollably. This climax started building when I rimmed Ray, and it
built-up a lot more from the dominant forced haircut, and then the dildo in
my rectum expanding the walls of my rectum a great deal, barely able to
take the dildo. All of these actions where done by a dominant sex partner
and the combined sexual stimulation was enormous. I lay weakly on the floor
moaning quietly as pleasure sensations continue sizzling around my ass and
groin area. Sonny says, "I almost had an orgasm watching you have
yours. Now it's my turn."


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


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