Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2013 06:38:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO    Chapter 6   by Donny Mumford

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

				Chapter  6

			    by  Donny  Mumford


We're on the job Wednesday, having a morning break at a Dunkin'
Donuts. Ryan and I are sitting on the ground leaning against the side of
the building eating our donuts and drinking iced coffees. Robby comes over
holding a hot coffee and as Ryan and I look up at him, he bends down, to
quietly say, "You two are sitting too close together." Ryan hops over about
six inches, saying, "Oh, Rob, I like sitting close to Dylan." Robby says,
"I know you do and it's fine, but not on the job. Don't pout, Ryan, it's
okay. Just not on the job." Ryan mutters, "Okay, Rob." Robby smiles, then
says to me, "It's a go tonight for Vinnie and Dodger's haircuts," which
reminds me Ryan and Robby will be together tonight. I go, "I got nothing
else to do, so fine." He grins, asking, "You had something to do last
night, didn't ya?" I say, "Don't treat me like a little kid, Rob." Robby
rubs my shoulder, saying, "Sorry, I didn't mean to treat either of you like
little kids, but you gotta agree that snuggling on the job isn't a real
good idea." I go, "You're right. Are you and Ryan going anywhere special
tonight?" He says, "Probably the same place you and I went last night. Hey,
I gotta tell ya, Dodger's excited about the, um, haircut and, of course,
Vinnie is too. Where my brother goes, Vinnie's not far away." I say,
"Dodger gets excited about his haircut because of his fetish." Robby stands
up and lights a cigarette, "Yeah, that's crazy... that haircut fetish
thing." Blowing out smoke, he asks, "When do you want me to pick you up,
Ryan?" Ryan asks, "Is seven okay?" Robby responds, "Seven it is. Dylan, you
still good with cutting the boys hair at the pool house? My parents will be
at dinner with our neighbors, the Whites." I go, "Sure, we can all smoke in
the pool house and we can't in my basement, so it's better there." Robby
puffs his cigarette, and absently mutters, "Dodger promised my parents to
quit smoking in the Army." I go, "Ha! Good luck with that. The Army's where
guys learn to smoke." Robby's like, "Yeah, fat chance of him quitting
there. Or at college too." Finished his coffee, Robby compliments us, "Nice
work on that first property. I'm going to see how the other guys are
doing. Love you two, watch the cuddling on the job though, okay?" I go,
"You got it, Rob," and he chuckles, probably because I'm calling him 'Rob'
instead of Robby. When I'm with Ryan I can't call him 'Robby' for some
reason. I look over at Ryan, "We got busted," and he goes, "I don't care,
and scoots right back over against me. Without thinking I put my arm around
him. Robby turn arounds to wave at us and Ryan hops back away from me six
inches which strikes me as funny and I get the giggles. When Ryan and me
are together we're like little kids sometimes; we're the kids and Robby's
the adult. It's kinda fun actually. Robby's being a nice adult too, not
overbearing at all. I say, "I love our daddy," and Ryan gets the giggles,
muttering, "Daddy Rob," as he hops over right up against me again. I say,
"Maybe our daddy needs to be sterner with his twins," and we both start
doing that stupid thing of laughing at something that's not really funny,
but when the laughing lets up one of us will say, "Stern daddy," and it
gets us going with the dumb laughing again. Then we hear Robby calling out
to his crew, "Lets go guys, break's over," so we get up together and finish
the last of our iced coffees, then climb up onto the truck bed and sit in
our spot with Ryan almost in my lap. He says, "Ya wanna see if you can give
me a boner again?" I go, "Sure," and he takes my hand and puts it on his
dick, which feels big even through his cargo shorts. Not a bad job working
for Dickers Landscaping... it's fun and we get paid for it.

The fun ends when Robby assigns me the walk-behind monster-mower for the
entire back yard. William will do the pruning and tree limb removal because
that requires an experienced guy. The walk-behind mower kills my biceps
with each turn, but I'm keeping the cut-line pretty straight except when a
friggin squirrel runs right in front of the mower and I jerk the mower away
from the squirrel. Running over the squirrel would be messy. I need to redo
two swipes of the lawn to correct the lines; fuckin' squirrel. Half the
attraction of having a landscape company cut your lawn is we do it like
they do it in baseball parks, cutting the grass in wide diagonal straight
lines that look cool. You go diagonally down the yard leaving the uncut
grass leaning forward, and when you come up with a cut next to that one it
pushes the cut grass the other way so it looks like two shades of
green. It's professional, which is why Robby's big on keeping the cut-lines
straight, and therein lies the stressful part for me. I'd rather be using
the leaf blower or a weed whacker. Derek's right, weed whaking kills your
biceps too, but you don't need to think too much while you're doing
it. We've one more job and then it's lunch break. During lunch Robby's
eating with the other supervisors, Derek and William are sitting on the
tailgate of the truck eating their lunch, while Chubby, Ryan, and I are
sitting on a brick wall eating ours. Ryan sits right next to me after we
get our lunch from the cooler. Chubby's egg salad sandwiches are delicious
and we chat while eating two each, with Ryan mostly listening. I ask him,
"What'd ya make for your lunch?" He goes, "Peanut butter and jelly, but the
jelly soaked through the bread and it's soggy." He throws it back into his
lunch bag. I give him the last half of my second egg salad sandwich,
asking, "Did ya bring anything else?" As I'm munching on potato chips, he
goes, "Nah, I was late this morning," so I share my potato chips. I say,
"I'll stop at the market after work and get stuff for tomorrow's lunch and
make lunch for all three of us to help you with your first lunch for the
three of us and I'm making roast beef sandwiches for tomorrow. He leans
against me, saying, "Thanks, Dylan, you rock," and Chubby goes, "You two
are are so sweet together it's lucky I'm not a diabetic." Ryan asks, "Why's
that, Chubby?" He chuckles, and I inform Chubby, "Ryan and me are two of
the boyfriends in our threesome of boyfriends. Our mutual boyfriend, Robby,
asked me to look out for Ryan until he gets his feet under him. This is his
first job ever." Ryan puts his arm around me and squeezes, saying, "Dylan's
doing a great job of it, too." Chubby eats a potato chip, then mutters,
"Oh, that explains it then. Nothing unusual at all about your threesome."
Ryan asks, "Really? I thought it was unusual." Chubby goes, "I was being
facetious; obviously you three have the oddest arrangement I've ever heard
of. I never thought it had a prayer of working, but it seems to be, and so
I'm happy for all three of you." We finish drinking our Cokes while eating
cupcakes; Ryan and me taking turns with bites from mine, then we all lick
icing from our fingers going, "Yum!"

As we drive to Wednesday's first afternoon job in the back of the truck, I
explain to Ryan that after work I'll be giving haircuts to Dodger and
Vinnie, but tomorrow after dinner I'll bring the stuff to make lunch for
the three of us. Tomorrow's Thursday, our sleep over night. He nods his
head, but not his fast nod because he's disappointed I can't come with him
right after work tomorrow. Squeezing the back of his neck and looking him
in the eyes, I tell him, "I'm sorry, Ryan." He stares back for a couple of
seconds and then, as we bounce in the bed of the truck when Robby hits a
bump in the road, we do a ridiculously long kiss, again groping our
packages when we finish. Ryan puts his head on my shoulder for a bit and I
get my arm around him. As Robby's parking the truck Ryan lifts his head and
whispers in my ear, "You're so cool, Dylan," then his tongue goes in my
ear. We smile at each other as I mumble, "You too." I help unload the truck
with my finger trying to clean my ear of Ryan's spit, then Robby assigns me
to the big walk-behind mower again. It's a rather difficult afternoon, but
eventually we're done with our last job of the day, and Robby's parking the
truck in the lot. After changing in the locker room, I bump fist with
Chubby, asking, "Pizza okay with you for dinner?" He goes, "Absolutely, see
ya later." Ryan, Robby, and me walk down to Robby's pick up so Robby and I
can give Ryan goodbye kisses with me saying, "See ya later, Ryan," and
Robby saying, "I need to run some errands for dad anyway; see you at around
seven o'clock, Ryan." Ryan waves and walks to his car as Robby asks, "Ready
to go, boyfriend?" I give him a hug, saying, "Yep, but I can't wait for my
next night with you. Oh yeah, we need to pick up my barber stuff before you
drop me off at your house. Hey, do you wanna have pizza with me and
Chubby?" Robby's like, "Tomorrow's your sleep-over, wow, you guys are
lucky." I go, 'Yeah, you and me need to wait for a weekend trip to sleep
together; a sleep-over for us would be too obvious." He goes, "You got that
right, but there's always our sophomore year." As we're driving to my
place, I ask, "Should we ask Ryan to be our roommate in the fall?" He goes,
"Hmmm, wouldn't that be awkward for Chubby?" I rub my face with the palm of
my hand, going, "Jeez, I don't know about that, I'd need to feel him
out. It might be awkward for him if you, me, and Ryan take turns sleeping
together. Talk about obvious!" Robby says, "Yeah, the odd man out of our
threesome would sleep in Chubby's room, but if somehow that's okay with
Chubby, it works for me." I go, "Or we could get a three bedroom apartment
so Chubby always has his own room." Robby goes, "That's an interesting
possibility. Ryan chipping in with a quarter of the rent would help the
financial situation too, and be a selling point where Chubby's concerned."
I go, "Absolutely, Chubby told me he wants to handle his money better next
semester." Robby goes, "I think you might have come up with the perfect
solution, a three bedroom apartment, but do they have three bedroom
apartments?" I go, "We'll find out if one's available before mentioning it
to either Ryan or Chubby." Robby reaches over to give me a pat on my
shoulder, saying, "My boyfriend's smart and cute!" Ah ha, another
compliment; love those compliments.

We're turning onto my street when I remember Connor. "I gotta call Connor;
wouldn't it be funny if he has something he just has to do Saturday night
and can't come to his own going away party?" Robby mutters, "That would
really suck." Taking out my iPhone, I think for a minute, then recall his
number and key it in. Connor answers, "Dylan! You didn't forget me. How ya
doing?" I go, "I'm good, Connor. Why don't you ever call me?" He says, "Um,
I don't want to bother you, and if I call you might think I have another
problem that you end up helping me with. It's like, I can just imagine the
look on your face if you see it's me on your caller ID. You'd be like, 'Oh
no, not more problems from Connor.' Ya know? Plus you're popular and you're
probably busy anyway." I say, "Connor, Connor, Connor, you don't know me
very well I guess because none of what you just said is true. I think of
you as one of my best friends and would love to see your name on my caller
ID. Come to think of it, I don't think you've ever called me, not even
once." He goes, "I don't like to bother people." I mumble, "Okay, but it
wouldn't be a bother. How was your day with Robby's brother, Dodger?"
Connor says, "We haven't had a day together yet, but I'm really psyched
about him going in the Army with me on the buddy system, totally psyched!"
I'm confused, "Didn't he call you?" "Yeah, he did, but my mom was, um,
under the weather the day he wanted to get together and I needed to take
care of her. I'm going to meet him tomorrow so we can get to know each
other better. I've met him before ya know, and he's so, um,
outrageous... in a good way, ya know? I really like him." I'm like, "Yeah,
I like him too. Hey, we're having a surprise going away party Saturday
night. Well, it's not a surprise now that I've told you about it, but you
need to be there 'cause it's for you too." He says, "Oh, I don't want to
butt into Dodger's going away party, I'd feel funny." I go, "It's your
going away party, ya nut. We didn't even know Dodger was joining the Army
when we started planning it, it was for you from the start." He asks,
"Really? You guys were planning a party for me?" "Yep, because you're
awesome, everybody loves you, and we're going to miss you so we wanted an
appropriate goodbye, until we meet again, ya know, after you're basic
training. We'll probable have a welcome home party for ya too because
you're important to us." He's speechless or something because I hear
nothing, except, was that a sob? "Connor, you still there?" He goes, "Yeah,
I don't know what to say. That's so, um, so nice of you, Dylan. No wonder I
love you, you're like the best thing that's ever happened to me." That's
another compliment I can add to my list. I go, "You're right, I am awesome,
but listen; how 'bout I pick you up at three o'clock Saturday and you can
keep me company while I drive to North Andover to get Cory Dunlevy. He's
coming to the party too." Connor goes, "What? I talked with Cory earlier
today and he didn't say anything about that." I chuckle, mumbling, "Duh,
that's because it was supposed to be a surprise, but we changed it now that
Dodger's going in the Army too. Cory's spending the night with me and you
should too. We'll have a sleep-over after the party; we'll make s'mores,
play hide and seek, get those glo lights, and sing, kum ba yah." He goes,
"Huh?" So I say, "Okay, forget the kum ba yah and s'mores. How 'bout it,
can you be ready at three o'clock Saturday and spend the night with me
after the party?" Another quiet sniffle, then, "I'm really touched,
Dylan. I mean, I can't believe how nice this is. Of course I'll be ready
and you're off the charts nice to pick up Cory and let us stay with you
after the party. I'm overwhelmed to tell you the truth." I go, "Awesome!
Hey, how ya been?"

We talk about his first week of summer vacation. He's worked at the
restaurant each night and basically takes care of his mother during the
day. Drunk and drugged-up is no way to go through life, but apparently
that's what's up with his mother. She's in a detox center at the moment and
will still be there when Connor heads off for basic training. He'll need to
take a bus to the hospital if he wants to say goodbye to her before he
leaves. It's painful listening to Connor describe his daily life, but he
never complains about it. Yeah, the Army will seem like a vacation to
Connor after what he's been through. It's a blessing his mother's in detox
because Connor can at least have a life for a few days free of her. That's
a terrible thing to say, but it's the truth. Of course, Connor would never
say that. Guess he's just used to it by now. He won't go into details, but
it sounds like he has to clean up her vomit and worse when she's out of her
mind with the drugs and alcohol. I go, "Um, Connor, let's look ahead and
think about Saturday. I'm sorry for your mother, but you need a life,
too. He goes, "Oh, it's not all bad, Dylan. Like she was okay last Sunday
and made us a spaghetti dinner." Whoop di doo! I don't comment though, and
Connor says, "Oh, I heard a joke at the restaurant last night. Do you wanna
hear it?" Oh yeah, anything except more sad tales from poor, sweet Connor
about his mother. I go, "Absolutely, what is it?" He says: "Two medical
students observe an older man walking down the street stiff-legged, with
his legs spread wide apart. One of the students thinks it' Peltry syndrome
and the other says it's Zovitzki syndrome. They're interested who's right
so they catch up to the man, and introduce themselves as medical students,
and the first one tells the old fellow that walking stiff- legged with legs
spread is symptomatic of Peltry syndrome. The old guy says he's wrong. The
other med student says he knew it wasn't Peltry, it's Zovitzki
syndrome. The man tells him he's wrong too. The medical students look
confused, so the old guy he tells them not to feel bad because he was wrong
too. He thought it was just gas." I go, "That's gross! Poop in your pants
is gross. Round up a couple of jokes for Saturday though, I'll get you at
three o'clock. Bring a toothbrush." Connor hesitates, then asks, "Um, ah,
what should I wear, Dylan? To the party, I mean." I go, "Wear whatever you
want. It's casual, or you can wear whatever you want from my clothes." He
says, "I love you, ya know." I say, "Right back at ya, Connor." He mumbles,
"You know what I mean. Are we gonna get a chance to, you know?" I say,
"Yep, depend on it." Connor thanks me a few more times and we click off. I
tell Robby about it and he just shakes his head slowly, muttering, "What
some guys need to go through. We're so lucky, Dylan, and we take it for
granted our parents are so good to us." I say, "Yeah, you're right. Every
time I talk to Connor I end up feeling sad, like I want to cry, but good
too because he seems so happy we're talking." Robby pulls to the curb below
my condo, saying, "We do what we can, Dylan, and you especially have been
excellent at being Connor's friend. Think of the positives." We get out and
walk up the steps as I try to concentrate on the positives; him getting
away from his pathetic home life is a positive, fer sure. I just hope the
detox center can help his mother. Changing the subject, I tell Robby the
joke, and he goes, "Ewww, crapping in your pants," and the face he makes
gets me chuckling. He has a naturally funny way about him.

In my condo, after getting my barber stuff, I clean up while Robby drinks a
root beer from my refrigerator. He washed his face and hands while I was
getting the clippers and now he's watching me do the same in my
bathroom. When I dry off he puts his arm around my neck and we do a long
luscious lovers' kiss that leaves me dizzy and there's a root beer taste in
my mouth, and I've got another boner in my pants. Panting, I ask, "How the
hell are we managing to pull off this threesome, Robby?" He says, "The
three of us care about each other so much that we swallow our jealousy and
wait our turns. I could just eat you, you're so cute." We kiss again, then
walk to his pickup telling each other how special each of us is. At his
house, Robby drops me off and goes off on his errands, then he'll pick up
Ryan. I go to the pool house, but it's empty. Ringing the bell brings
Vinnie to the door, he's goes, "Hi, Dylan. Can you get Dodger to change his
mind about joining the Army?" I give him a hug, muttering, "Wish I could,
Vinnie. How you been?" He goes, "I've been embarrassing myself, crying like
a baby about Dodger going in the Army. I love Dodger." I say, "He loves you
too, Vinnie, and he'll love you while he's in the Army, too. Just think of
your reunion when Dodger gets a leave or vacation, or whatever it's
called. Where is he anyway?" "In the bathroom doing number two, he won't
let me watch." I ask, "Why would you want to watch?" He shrugs, "I don't
know, he lets me watch him pee." I go, "Huh," rolling my eyes. "What kinda
haircut do you want today, Vinnie?" He thinks about it, then mumbles, "I
don't know, Dodger hasn't told me what I want yet. Hey, will you still give
me haircuts even though Dodger's in the Army?" I go, "Sure, if you can get
over to my place," and he's like, "No, problem thanks. Should I call you?"
I go, "That'd be best, Vinnie, that way you'll know if I'm home." Out comes
Dodger, without his usual bluster. "Hey, Dylan, whassup?" I go, "How ya
doing, Dodger?" He asks me, "Do you think I made a mistake joining the
Army?" I lie because it's too late now to change it, "No, not if it's what
you want to do it. It's your life. I'm sure you have your reasons." He
goes, "Well, thank you, Dylan! You're the first person who hasn't called me
an idiot. It's wearing me out and fucking with my mind." Checking my watch,
I go, "Um, can we get going with the haircuts? We can talk while I'm
cutting your hair." Dodger goes. "Oh no, not when you're cutting my hair. I
like to concentrate on my awesome fetish. It's so fucking sexy." He's more
like his old self now that we're talking about haircuts.

We walk out to the pool house as Vinnie asks Dodger, "What kind of haircut
do I want, Dodger?" Dodger says, "Hmmm, I don't know. What's a hot
style. Dylan?" I go, "We're been leaning towards burr haircuts
recently. They're shorter on the sides and back than buzz cuts, but about
the same on the top. Overall it's shorter than a buzz cut though, and I
gave Chubby an extra short burr for his last haircut and that's what Robby,
Ryan and I are getting on Saturday." Dodger says, "That's what I want then;
we'll have the same haircuts for my going away party." I ask, "Is that what
you want, Vinnie?" He ask Dodger, "Do I, Dodger?" Dodger goes, "Yep."
Inside the pool house Dodger lights a cigarette; Vinnie seeing that,
fumbles his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and he lights up, too. I go,
"Don't smoke while I'm cutting your hair." Dodger goes, "Okay, but you
still gotta set up your barbershop." I ask, "Where's an electric socket?"
Dodger shrugs, "I don't know," and I go, "Hey, I'm doing you guys a favor
here. Help me out, will ya?" Dodger goes, "Uh-uh, you're wrong about that,
we're doing you the favor. Vinnie and I are gonna fuck you so good you'll
remember me until I get home on leave after basic training. We're gonna
give you a fuck you'll remember us by, right Vinnie?" Vinnie goes, "Right,
Dodger," and I go, "Don't do me any favors, I've got two hot boyfriends who
keep me plenty happy, now where the hell is an electric socket?" Dodger
says, "Find him a socket, Vinnie." Dodger comes over to me and gets his arm
around my neck pulling my head over so our faces are two inches apart. He
says, "I'm going in the Army, Dylan. I could get killed, so don't be mean
to me, okay? We're special friends, you and me. When Robby dumps you for
Ryan, I'm here for you. Think of me as your safety net 'cause I won't let
you fall. Plus, you know you've had a thing for me since the day we first
met around the pool and you asked to wear my speedo bathing suit. Of course
I let you use it. When I took it off I saw you drooling looking at my cock,
the same cock that's fucked you numerous times. So, don't be snippy with
me, okay? You know I love you." I ask, "Are you under a doctor's care,
maybe six or eight psychiatrists, something like that?" He pats my cheek,
saying, "Has anyone ever told you you're very cute?" I go, "No, I haven't
heard that before," and Dodger says, "Well, you are," and he kisses my
lips. "Your lips are almost as sexy as your ass; we're going to make a very
cute couple after Robby dumps you, but first I gotta get this Army thing
out of the way." I ask, "Do you know what 'delusional' means?" He laughs
and says, "No, I don't believe I do. Do you know, Vinnie?" Vinnie says, "I
don't think so. Does it have something to do with food?" Dodger laughs
again and squeezes my arm, saying, "You're so cool, Dylan. There's an
electric socket behind that chair." Vinnie says, "Here's one too."

There's a table near Vinnie's socket so I plug the clippers in there and
lay them on the table. "We need a barber's chair, Dodger," and he goes, "I
got just the chair, Dylan," and it's perfect too. It's a bar stool with
arms, and it swivels. Not that I need a chair that swivels, but it's
cool. Dodger carries it near the table where the clippers are, and I say,
"We need a good light now." Vinnie says, "How about that one, Dylan?" He's
pointing to a light on the other side of the room. It's a floor lamp that's
curves up and over from its stand. I can adjust it as needed and it has a
hundred watt bulb. I go, "Way to go, Vinnie. That's perfect." He says,
"I'll get it for you. I'm excited because I think I caught Dodger's haircut
fetish and the thought of a short burr haircut makes my balls buzz." Dodger
and I laugh at his enthusiasm, then I say, "Maybe your fetish actually is
contagious, Dodger! I've been getting a buzzing in my nuts giving short
haircuts recently." He goes, "Ya can't catch it from somebody, you two just
want to emulate me." I go, "Oooh, 'emulate', that's a mighty big word."
Dodger says, "That reminds me of a joke. 'This guy comes home to his
trailer after work to greet his common law wife and she tells him she's
thinking about leaving him because someone told her she's been living with
a pedophile. The man says, 'pedophile?' Honey, that's a mighty big word for
a twelve year old'". I go, "That's disgusting," and Vinnie says, "No, the
man's right, that is a big word for a twelve year old. I wouldn't have
known what it means when I was that age." Dodger and I exchange smirks
'cause ya gotta love Vinnie. He takes everything at face value. Dodger says
to me, "And he's on the honor roll in high school every semester. Ain't ya,
Vinnie?" as Dodger gives him a hug and a kiss. Vinnie says, "Yep, but
there's nothing wrong with that," and I go, "Enough of this intellectual
discourse, who's first?"  Dodger says, "Vinnie's first because I want to
see what this short burr haircut looks like." Vinnie, standing near me,
pulls his shirt over his head and his clean scent drifts by me. He takes
two or three showers a day. Vinnie hops right up on the improvised barber's
chair and I run a comb through his clean dark brown hair, asking, "What's
the final decision, Vinnie?" He goes, "What Dodger said." I run my fingers
through his hair now. Nice head of hair. It's grown over the top of his
ears and is about an inch and a half on top. "How long's it been since I
cut your hair last, Vinnie?" He asks, "How long, Dodger?" Dodger lights
another cigarette, mumbling, "Too long. I don't know, six or seven weeks,"
as he pulls a chair over to watch. I go, "Give me a drag, Dodger," and he
holds his cigarette up and I inhale without taking it from him. Dodger
says, "Vinnie and I are going to smoke while fucking you, because it's
sexy. Ain't it, Vinnie?" Vinnie goes, "Uh huh," as I attach a quarter-inch
guide to the clippers, then touch the back of Vinnie's head and he leans
his head forward so far his chin touches his bare chest. Cooperative kid
and very likable. I squeeze the back of his neck and and run my fingers
through his hair; a very soft, full head of hair on this kid. Vinnie peeks
back at me, and says, "That feels good, Dylan," so I do it again.

Vinnie has an olive complexion, but a different shade than my brother. I
run the clippers all the way up the back and over the crown a little. For
Dodger and Vinnie I'm not going to use the half-inch guide for the hair on
top, then use the clippers over comb technique. That way I can blend the
different lengths together from the start. It's always a little startling
to see the amount of hair that's clipped off as it drifts over the clippers
to fall onto Vinnie's shoulders and then slide to the floor. That's
especially true when reducing the hair to a quarter-inch, which is very
short, shorter than it sounds actually. By the third run up the back of his
head I feel my balls buzzing and Dodger's groping himself, muttering,
"Jesus, that's short." Vinnie looks scalped in back as compared to the
longish other hairs on his head, but they'll get their's soon enough. Done
the back I do the same for the sides going up to the top of his head on
both sides. As I'm cutting the sides, Vinnie's looking at the cut hairs
that drifted off his shoulder to his lap, and mutters, "Damn, that's a lot
of hair," then his fingers feels the quarter inch hair on the back of his
head. "Man, my hair's never been this short before!" Dodger says, "It's
fucking sexy, Vinnie. My hair will be even shorter than that when I'm in
basic training. I'll probably cum in my fatigues right in the barber chair
and I can't wait for that. Hope they make us get it cut every week too;
that what I read." I ask, "Is that why you joined the Army, Dodger?" He
goes, "No, but it's one of the benefits." Done the sides and back with the
quarter-inch guide, I put the eighth-inch guide on like I did with Chubby's
haircut, then taper from his sideburns halfway up his head on the sides and
back, as Dodger mutters, "Awesome haircut, Dylan. It looks easy to do, but
I bet it's not." I go, "You'll see evidence of that fact from the haircut
I'm getting Saturday from the inexperienced, Ryan." Dodger goes, "Heh heh,
can't wait. You'll still be cool though, Dylan. Bad haircut or not." I say,
"Jeez, it'll be a close call, Dodger." I use the trimmers to outline around
Vinnie's ears making the sixteenth of an inch hairs look longer. Then I
comb up the hair from front to back on top, just above the quarter-inch
hair on the sides and run the clippers down the comb cutting the hair
slightly longer than a quarter-inch. Moving towards the middle of his head
I comb up the longer hairs, that appear much longer than an inch and a half
compared to the cut hairs, and cut them a little long than the first cut
and so on until I reach the middle of his head, and I do the same thing
from the other side. Longest hair on Vinnie's head is now a half-inch in
front tapper back to the quarter of an inch at the crown. A very tight
haircut reminding me of the one Willie and I got at that barber shop near a
military base near Sea Isle City. I need to adjust the length subtly here
and there so it's a gradual taper everywhere eliminating any hint of
shingles from one length to the next. I'm expecting mucho shingles on my
head by the time Ryan's done with it. Robby will probably try correcting
Ryan's mistakes, which will only make it worse, but I'm committed to the
threesome; a bad haircut is a small price to pay for our awesome
threesome. I couldn't hurt Ryan's or Robby's feelings, no way.

When I say, "All done, Vinnie," he does the same thing Chubby did, he feels
all over his bristly head. "Oh my God, this is so short, Dodger," Vinnie
whines. Dodger's like, "Never mind that, Vinnie, look at the boner I got in
my pants. What an awesome thing to watch! I can't wait, Dylan, I'm next. I
want my haircut to look just like Vinnie's." Vinnie goes over to the mirror
on the wall and says, "I'm scalped this time. This is too short, Dylan!" He
can't stop feeling it with his fingers. I say, "It's a short burr, like
Dodger wanted. Talk to him, I'm just the barber cutting it the way people
tell me they want it." Dodger has his shirt off already, and as he's
sitting in the chair, he says, "You'll get used to it, Vinnie. You look
tough, dude." I ask, "Same for you, Dodger?" He says, "Yeah, I already told
ya that," and I mumble, "Just wanna make sure." I do the same haircut for
Dodger's brown hair, but need to stop four times because Dodger frantically
says each time, "Stop, I'm going to cum in my pants!" The first time he
said it, I ask, "That's the idea, isn't it?" He goes, "Normally, but Vinnie
and me need to fuck you after our haircuts so I want a full supply of
spunk." I go, "Oh." When Dodger's haircut is done Vinnie feels better about
his haircut. Vinnie reaches up feeling Dodger's burr as Dodger's running
his fingers over Vinnie's. "This is the best, Dylan! How come you never
mentioned this burr haircut before?" I go, "I don't know, Dodger, it just
came up somehow when your brother was cutting my hair." Dodger mutters, "I
wouldn't let Robby near my hair, not with clippers or scissors. That boy's
awesome, but he can't cut hair for shit." I say, "He's getting better, he
really is." Done feeling each other's bristly hair, Dodger comes over,
looks me in the eyes, and says, "Good haircuts, now you get your reward." I
go, "Oh goody." Dodger yells, "Vinnie, where are you?" Vinnie's lighting a
cigarette staring at his burr haircut from his reflection in the
mirror. "I'm right here, Dodger," and Dodger's like, "Come over here and
help me undress Dylan." Then to me, "This is my goodbye fuck for you,
Dylan. I nagged Robby to make him let me do it; he didn't want to, for some
crazy reason about you giving up sex on the side. To that I say, Ha!"
Vinnie comes over with a cigarette between his lips; the eye over the
cigarette is squinted closed to avoid the drifting smoke. He unsnaps my
cargo shorts, pulls down the zipper and pull the shorts down to my ankles,
and says around his cigarette, "Lift your foot," real sternly,probably
imitating how Dodger orders him to do the same thing, for the same
reason. I obey, and he wrestles my shorts over my sneaker, ordering, "Other
foot now,"and I lift that foot as Dodger says, "Arms in the air." I do that
and Dodger pulls my T-shirt over my head while Vinnie's pulling down my
jockey shorts, ordering, "Lift your foot," then "The other one," and now
I'm naked. With smoke pouring from his nose, Vinnie get my cock in his
fist, and asks Dodger, "Where do we want him, Dodger?" Dodger throws my
T-shirt in the small pile of my jockey and cargo shorts, saying, "Take him
over to the ping pong table again, and get him bent over, hands on the
table, and then you suck his cock." Vinnie pulls me by my dick, like Ryan
does, and leads me to where his hero told him to take me. Dodger says,
"Pretend you're our prisoner, okay Dylan?" I go, "Don't push it, Dodger."
He says seriously, "I'm not pushing it! Robby said Vinnie and I could
pretend you're our prisoner and you need to do everything we say." I
mutter, "Liar," and Dodger laughs, saying, "He said something like that; I
can't remember the exact words, can you, Vinnie?" He says, "Um, I don't
remember," and Dodger laughs again, saying to me, "See?" as if that
verifies his bullshit story.

Over at the ping pong table, still holding my cock in his fist, Vinnie
reaches around and 'slap!' goes his hand on my ass, "Bend over and grab the
table, prisoner!" Damn if my balls don't get buzzing again! It was slightly
arousing cutting their hair very short, but not enough to get a boner. If
those two haircuts didn't do it for me, it looks like I'm not going to be
lucky enough to embrace that fetish. I got a boner cutting Chubby's hair in
a short burr, but that's probably because it was Chubby. My submissive
fetish is still available though, so I'll see if these two get me going
like Ryan can. I say, "Shouldn't you tie your prisoner's hands?" Dodger's
like, "That's the spirit! Damn, you're a good sport, Dylan. You're the
best." He doesn't know about my fetish, nobody except Robby, Ryan, and
Willie knows about it, and I'm not even sure Robby realizes it's a
fetish. Dodger takes some velcro strips used to keep a garden hose rolled
up and he pulls my wrist together and tightly fastens them with the velcro
strip. He uses another one pulling my elbows together so my arms are
secured together from elbows to wrists. "Let's see you get out of that,"
Vinnie says. Damn, I didn't expect this, it's not very comfortable. Dodger
lights a cigarette smirking at me. Then he says, "Vinnie's right, you're
pretty much fucked being naked without the use of your arms. What can you
do? Vinnie and I could go in the house and play video games and you'd have
no choice but to wait here for us. Ya wanna play video games, Vinnie?"
Dodger blows a long stream of exhaled cigarette smoke in my face as Vinnie
goes, "Sure, what game do you wanna play, Dodger?" I say, "You skin heads
are all alike," and Dodger laughs, comes over to me and puts his arm around
my neck, inhales from his cigarette and kisses me. It was unexpected and my
lips are parted so he exhales the cigarette smoke into my mouth. I gasp,
inhaling it and blowing it out my nose, muttering, "Sexy, Dodger," and he
does it again. Vinnie goes, "Do it to me, Dodger," so he does. They do a
long kiss with smoke coming out both their noses. Dodger's grown to be a
little bit taller than Robby and me, but Vinnie hasn't. He's on his tiptoes
with his face back as Dodger hovers over him; they do another nicotine kiss
with cigarette smoke leaving their noses and puffs of smoke escaping from
both their lips. Hot! Those two are hot. Vinnie goes, "I'll do it with
Dylan now," as he lights his own cigarette walking over to me. He takes a
drag and imitates his idol by exhaling it in my face, then he gets my balls
in his fist, saying, "Bend down prisoner and kiss me back or I'll squeeze
your nuts." He will too, so I do as I'm told and Vinnie gives me a very
good french kiss exhaling a huge amount of smoke into my mouth. I do a big
inhale hoping to avoid getting my balls smashed. Then he does it again and
he's a very good kisser; not in Ryan's class, but who is?

When they get tired of this, Dodger says, "Suck our prisoner a boner,
Vinnie. I wanna see him walking around with a boner." Vinnie says, "Up on
the table prisoner," I look questionably at him, and he says, "You heard
me," as Dodger chuckles, muttering, "That's my boyfriend," and Vinnie gets
my balls again, so I go, "Okay, okay," but it's not real easy with my arms
tied like this. I finally face away from the table and jump up on it,
pulling my legs up and then lay on my back. Vinnie leans over and licks at
my cock and balls, then gets my dick in his fingers and puts it in his
mouth as Dodger's running his hands over my body, saying, "Nice bod,
dude. You always had a nice body. Love the shaved pubes." I mutter,
"Thanks, Dodger," but most of my attention's focused on my cock and
Vinnie's talented mouth. Dodger runs his fingers through my hair saying,
"Hmmm, maybe I'll get you started on your burr haircut." I give him a
'don't you dare,' look. Vinnie takes my firm cock out of his mouth and
takes a drag off his cigarette, saying, "That's a brilliant idea, Dodger,"
then, still exhaling smoke he puts my cock back in his mouth, smoke all
around it. I go, "That's going too far, if you or Vinnie ever want another
haircut from me, do not cut mine." Luckily there's no electric socket here
or Dodger just might have done it, knowing him. Nothing fazes him. He goes,
"Oh, okay I won't start your burr haircut then," and he runs his hand over
his bristly haircut smirking cutely at me. Sometimes I think Robby's cuter
than Dodger, and other times it's the other way around. Dodger cradles my
head with his arm and does a couple more nicotine kisses and then puts his
cigarette butt out in an empty Coke can. I've got a hard boner now and when
Vinnie pulls it out of his mouth a precum string is attached to his lip. He
wipes his mouth with the back out his hand, takes a drag, then puts his
cigarette butt out too. "There's your boner, Dodger, and it's a beauty."
Dodger unzips his fly, takes his cock out, and says, "Now me, Vinnie," and
Vinnie goes down on his knees and gobbles Dodger's cock into his mouth
going, "Mmmmm, hmmmm, mmm," as Dodger rubs his shorn head smiling at me,
asking, "Ain't my boyfriend a killer cocksucker?" I ask, "Can I get off of
this table?" Dodger says, "No, just stay put." This is cool, just enough
dominance from Vinnie and Dodger, although I don't believe either of them
thinks they're being dominant per se. Dodger's always had an overconfident
personality to balance Robby's basically shy one, and Vinnie's just copying
Dodger. Plus, watching Vinnie go at sucking his idol's cock, while Dodger
nonchalantly lights another cigarette, is uber hot. I say, "You smoke too
much, Dodger," and he blows smoke in my direction, saying, "Only with sex,
other than that I don't even smoke as much as Robby." I got nothing to say
to that except, "Oh."

When Dodger has a raging four inch boner sticking straight out and
dripping, he says, "Grab your knees, Vinnie." Vinnie pulls his pants down
and bends over, sticking his ass in the air with his hands on his knees and
his head looking back at Dodger, saying, "Give me a drag, Dodger." Dodger
holds his cigarette to Vinnie's lips and Vinnie inhales. Then, as Dodger
takes a drag he casually pushes his boner past Vinnie's sphincter muscle
and both he and Vinnie exhale smoke, Vinnie with a long, "Ooooooh yeaaaaah,
Dodger, fuck me." Dodger looks over at me grinning, then asks, "Isn't
Vinnie the best?" I go, "For you, yeah." Taking a big drag off his
cigarette, leaving it between his lips, Dodger grabs Vinnie's hips and
pulls him backwards onto his cock until Vinnie's buttocks is tight against
Dodger's groin. Dodger inhales smoke, blowing it out his nose, asking,
"How's it feel, Vinnie?" Just watching those two keeps me boned up. Vinnie
has a great ass and Dodger's got the swimmer's body; they're fucking
volcanically hot together. Why Dodger's giving this up, I can't friggin'
imagine. Vinnie wants another drag off Dodger's cigarette, so Dodger pulls
his hard cock out with precum stringing from Vinnie's ass to Dodger's cock,
then he gives Vinnie's ass a mighty smack, "Smack!" muttering, "Love your
hole, Vinnie." He walks around, gives Vinnie a drag, and says, "Suck my
cock." With smoke coming out of his mouth, Vinnie again gobbles Dodger's
cock, and this time the head's in his throat because I can see the
bulge. Vinnie works his throat muscles, his lips and cheeks sucking on
Dodger's cock and ya gotta belive his tongue is lapping that boner to beat
the band. Dodger pulls his cock from Vinnie's mouth, takes a drag of his
cigarette, bends down and gives Vinnie another smoke involved kiss with
Vinnie's saliva dripping off Dodger's incredibly hard boner. Dodger rubs
Vinnie's recently shorn head and says, "I love ya, Vinnie, but you can
stand up for now." He looks at me, and says, "Get your ass off that ping
pong table, prisoner, 'cause it's your turn to feel my fat stubby cock up
your ass." I've got no problem with that, I love getting fucked, in a
sexual sense only, of course.

Throwing my legs over the side of the ping pong table, I say, "Show me no
mercy, Dodger, but I gotta be outta here by six-thirty." Vinnie lights a
cigarette, and yells, "You'll get outta here when we say so, prisoner,"
then, "Right, Dodger?" Dodger laughs and says, "No, no quite quite,
Vinnie. Dylan can leave whenever he wants to; we're just pretending he's
our prisoner for some sexy fun. If Dylan needs to leave at six-thirty,
that's when we let him go." Vinnie goes, "Oh yeah, you can go at
six-thirty, Dylan, no problem. I'm sorry I yelled." All I can think is,
'Honor roll, he's on the honor roll?', but I say, "No problem, Vinnie,
you're awesome." He says, "You too, prisoner." Dodger laughs and hugs
Vinnie, saying, "I'm gonna miss you the most Vinnie, even more than my
brother and Dylan." They kiss, Vinnie docile in Dodger's arms. Hopping off
the table, my arms tethered together in front of me, I say, "Somebody give
me a cigarette." Dodger breaks off his kiss with Vinnie and, stroking his
boner, puts a cigarette between my lips and lights it. I mumble, "Thanks,
dude," as I notice Vinnie's boner; it's apparently a result of Dodger
fucking him for less then a minute. Vinnie's got it bad for Dodger, just
like I have it bad for both Robby and Ryan. Even though my arms are tied
together, from my elbows to my wrists, I can still reach up and take my
cigarette out after taking a drag on it, which is what I do standing here
naked while the other two are still partly dressed. As if he just read my
mind, Dodger says, "Vinnie, take your pants all the way off and have Dylan
suck your cock, then stick your boner up his ass." Vinnie goes, "Okay,
Dodger," and grabs my nuts again, saying, "You heard him, prisoner, suck my
cock!" I bend down, knowing Vinnie won't hesitate to crunch my nuts. I
nudge his big cock, which is a slightly smaller version of Ryan's, nudging
it enough to get my lips on it and then suck the head into my mouth. He
smells clean; that's it for scent though, but that's not necessarily a bad
thing. Dodger walks up behind Vinnie and passes him a lit cigarette, the
one Dodger has smoked halfway down. Vinnie sucks on the cigarette blowing a
lot of smoke around by face as I suck on his cock. Dodger walks up behind
me and roughly stoves his boner up my ass, hugging me around my waist, as I
go, "Umpth, oooh," and he pumps my ass fast while I suck Vinnie's cock with
him exhaling drags off his cigarette. My cock is soon as hard as a short
flag pole. "Ahhhhh," comes out of me as sensations grow, my balls churn
cum. Dodger's cock feels good in my ass; the same for Vinnie's cock in my
mouth and it gets my shoulders shuddering with sexual stimulation all
around my groin. Dodger pulls his cock out of me, smacks my ass hard twice,
'SLAP! SLAP!' as I groan, totally aroused. He knows from past experience
that I get hotter and hotter the rougher he is with me. One more 'SLAP!'
and he lights another cigarette muttering, "Gay sex and cigarettes, what
could be better?" Vinnie takes his cock out of my mouth and lets it
go. It's dripping wet, hard up against my belly. He takes a drag off his
cigarette, then puts it out, and bends down licking my balls like a puppy
licks it's master's face, real fast licks, as I moan hoping he'll hum on my
nuts.

Dodger's got another smoke going, he smirks at me, gets behind Vinnie,
cigarette bobbing between his lips, as he says, "I need another feel of
your ass, Vinnie," and jams his cock back up Vinnie's ass with Vinnie
sputtering, "Ooh, ooh, ooh," his teeth scraping my scrotum. Smoke from
Vinnie's cigarette drifts up around my face and I'm basically one happy
prisoner. A minute of pumping Vinnie's ass and Dodger pulls out, his cock
shiny with precum. He takes the cigarette from his lips, going, "Hee hee,
almost had an orgasm in my homie's ass." Then he smacks Vinnie's buttocks
hard five times and I hear a weak, "Ow, ow, ow," from Vinnie. Dodger says,
"Take your smacked ass and fuck Dylan, we'll do a train. Vinnie straightens
up rubbing his ass and walks behind me to shove his big shlong up my ass
and I go up on my toes. Dodger holds his cigarette's soggy wet filter to my
lips. I inhale, my shoulders shuddering again as Vinnie plows my ass with
his big cock.  What is it with small-statured boys having big dicks? That's
not a complaint though, as Vinnie's fucking me good and I bend at the waist
to increase the awesome sensations of each thrust of Vinnie's fat
cock. He's grunting with the effort as Dodger gets behind him, a fresh
cigarette in his mouth, and drives his boner up Vinnie's rectum. Vinnie
goes, "Oooooh!, as he bends forward his chin scraping against my back with
each thrust of his cock to and fro in my butthole. Now Vinnie's doing his
thrusts in time with Dodger's thrusts and it's like a two foot long cock
fucking me with clouds of cigarette smoke falling from the sky; we're all
grunting and moaning at the sexual thrill of it all, and that plus the
'slap, slap, slap' of skin against skin is all we hear for four or five
minutes until Vinnie squeals, does a violent hump into me and fills me up
with creamy teen cum. I feel a second of extra warmth in my ass and the
slippery feel of his spunk, and it gets me bucking my hips whimpering from
the exotic sexual sensations of orgasm as cum streams from my cock a good
three feet before falling to the floor. A thousand black dots fill my
vision as another four spurts of cum fly out about two feet before dropping
to the tile floor to join their brothers. Vinnie's laying on my back now,
his arms hugging me with his cock immobile in my rectum as Dodger sucks on
his smoke and continues humping Vinnie's asshole. Vinnie and me are rocking
unsteadily back and forth as Dodger hammers his cock up Vinnie's ass
grunting with each thrust. Then, "Ohhh fuccccck!" from Dodger as he empties
his nuts of spunk, filling Vinnie's bowels and I can hear the wet sound of
the follow up thrusts with Dodger doing my wimpy sounds as his orgasm
abates.

Dodger's in charge, so he pulls his cock from Vinnie's ass, takes a deep
breath and then lights a cigarette, mumbling, "That was an awesome climax."
Then, "Stay inside Dylan, Vinnie." Dodger's on his fifth or sixth cigarette
and, while smoking it, he tells me, "Suck Vinnie's butt juices off my cock,
Dylan." I open my mouth, and he says, "Tongue way out, if you don't mind,"
and I stick my tongue out as far as I can so Dodger can lay his boner on it
and slide it all the way back, forcing the head down my throat. I gag for a
few seconds, then close my lips to suck and lick his cock for maybe three
minutes; it never loses its hardness. Blowing smoke down around my face he
pulls his cock out of my mouth, and says, "Okay, Vinnie, get your cock out
of his ass and come around here to get it cleaned up." Vinnie pulls out of
my ass, and a lot of cooling cum drools down the inside of both my
legs. Dodger says, "Tongue out," and now I'm in a pretty good sexually
submissive trance, one that neither of them is aware of. I get my tongue
way out so Vinnie can do exactly what his idol did; he slides his messy
cock along my tongue slowly until it hits the back of my throat, then down
my throat it goes with Vinnie cupping behind my head with both hands to
hold my head in place. I'm gagging like mad for a bit, but then settle down
to suck and lick his cock. It's down my throat a good two and a half
inches, his pubic hair surrounding my nose and mouth. I hear Vinnie
inhaling the first drag of his latest cigarette, compliments of Dodger, no
doubt, and then his exhaled smoke surrounds my face. When I'm sure I'm
going to faint from lack of oxygen, Vinnie slides his cock out of my throat
and I take a huge breath, then another, staying bent over until Dodger
says, "You can stand up, prisoner." Standing, I'm dizzy, but glancing down
I see I still have a decent boner going for me. Dodger's on his hands and
knees wiping my cum off the floor. Vinnie asks, "How'd ya like me fucking a
orgasm outta you, Dylan?" I mumble, "You fuck good, Vinnie, but I already
knew that." He takes a drag off his cigarette rubbing his very short burr
haircut, saying, "I'm getting used to this haircut; it makes me look
tough," repeating what Dodger said twenty minutes ago. Dodger chuckles, as
I say, "Yeah, it does, Vinnie. Are you going to ask for the same haircut
next time?" He asks Dodger, "Am I, Dodger?" Dodger laughs again, saying,
"How the fuck should I know? I'll be in the friggin' Army." Vinnie goes,
"Oh. Well, I don't know yet, Dylan. I'll tell ya later." I chuckle, out of
my trance now.

Finished his cum clean-up, Dodger lights me a cigarette, saying, "It's five
minutes of six so we got time for a second round. Take those velcro strips
off Dylan, Vinnie." That's what Vinnie does as we're all losing our
boners. Dodger sticks his cock back in his pants, saying, "You got a hot
body, Vinnie." Neither of them put their shirt back on after their
haircuts. I'm rubbing one arm and then the other get the circulation back,
looking at Vinnie's hot body. He's about Ryan's size, but with a more
muscular build. Dodger and me have bodies similar to Robby, although the
brothers have more athletic builds. The three of us are basically the same
size, but they both have more definition to their bodies. Of course
Dodger's still got his shorts on, but I've seen him naked many times. We
drink Cokes talking about our three-way sex and laughing at each other's
squeals at climax. About six twenty we each suck a cock to get new boners;
then, doing it doggy style, I fuck Vinnie as Dodger's fucking me and it
feels awesome having my cock in Vinnie's ass and Dodger's up my ass. After
five minutes or so, we switch and I'm fucking Dodger, for only the second
or third time in my life, and Vinnie's fucking me. We switch two more times
with Dodger calling out, "Switch!"  It's extra hot knowing the cocks have
been up different asses just before going up mine. We're still doing it
doggy style when I blow my load in Dodger's hot ass. Then Vinnie does his
squeal and fills me up again. Dodger hasn't climaxed a second time yet so
he comes around to mount me and fucks me in Vinnie's cum and remnants of
his own cum from his first orgasm. He really humps my ass and finally
deposits another load up my ass with me using my will power, such as it is,
not to embarrass myself by moaning and groaning like I want to do. I love
being fucked by cute boys. After drilling my ass for a minute or so
following his orgasm he pulls out, smacks my ass, and mutters, "You and
Vinnie have primo asses." I lay down on the floor mumbling, "Mercy, show
your prisoner some mercy." Vinnie laughs and lays on me pushing his cock
inside me again, saying, "Here's your mercy, prisoner." I roll over which
pulls Vinnie's cock out and leaves my ass gaping open. Getting Vinnie in my
arms, he squirms on my body... nice.

It's almost six-thirty but Dodger undresses completely and we all use the
pool house's double shower together. As usual, Vinnie and Dodger shampoo
and wash my body. We do it faster then last last time because I'm short on
time. Rinsing off, then I dry myself while they wash each other giggling
like little kids. Little kids who fuck awesomely. When we're all dried and
dressed, Dodger drives me home with Vinnie between us and it's been quite a
hot last time for the three of us. Robby and Ryan are adamant that after
Dodger and Robby, I'm to keep my sex in-house. I'll miss it, but Robby and
Ryan do a hell of a job keeping me sexually happy and I don't want to mess
that up. Dodger gives me a quick-as-a-wink kiss on the lips like he and
Robby do all the time. Vinnie and I hug with me sneaking in a kiss on his
cheek and then I'm out of Dodger's pickup waving goodbye. Those two are
something. I'll see them both Saturday night. This has been a damn good
Wednesday, also known as Hump Day to some.

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

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