Date: Thu, 29 May 2014 14:49:59 -0700
From: Rob Roth <eighty.eight@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation Two, Chapter 69

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO

Chapter  69

By Donny Mumford


After our breakfast on the boardwalk, Chubby and I, in a somber mood, walk
back to the duplex to pack-up everything we brought with us from home. Our
Wildwood vacation is over. At the condo the moms are looking maybe a tad
hung over and they've already begun packing. When we come in they look up
and do the best they can smiling and attempting to be cheerful, but I'm
betting it'll be a quiet ride back home for those two. We all exchange
kisses on the cheek and then Chubby rubs Tris' back, asking, "Um, mom,
would you like to drive home with me in the Jeep, and Dylan can drive Dee
home in the Volvo?" Tris and Dee both say versions of, "Oh that's not
necessary, we're fine, really." We offered, but we also understand they
don't want their son's thinking they had too much to drink last night. The
next hour is no fun as we're all packing stuff and lugging it down to the
station wagon and Jeep. Chubby and I parked the cars in a no-parking zone
conveniently close to the house. None of us is in a chatty mood because
packing to leave after a vacation pretty much sucks. We get it done though,
with Chubby muttering to me, "This fucking heat is unbearable," and I go,
"Yeah," and then chuckle because all week we loved the bright sun and hot
weather... funny how the brain works. We're finally done and as we hug the
moms and kiss them goodbye, the cleaning service shows up. It's an extra
charge having the place cleaned, but the packing is bad enough and cleaning
too would just about ruin the vacation. The moms pull away in the Volvo
with Tris driving, both of them waving goodbye and then us guys head to the
real-estate office in the Jeep to return the keys. That tasks proves
uneventful and now Chubby's driving us away from Wildwood. Much more fun
driving towards Wildwood, fer sure. I had a helluva run of good luck this
week so I need to get real and stop the gloominess. I brightly exclaim, "It
was an awesome week, Chubby. Ya gotta admit it was well worth the
aggravation of packing and unpacking all our stuff twice in a week." He
glances at me grinning, "Bet I got more ass than you did this week," and I
go, "Undoubtedly, bro, you the man." Chubby glances at me again, "Hmmm,
that response makes me rethink things. Maybe I didn't get the most ass this
week, but if you beat me you've had yourself a helluva hot sexy time." I
say, "I didn't beat anybody, you always grossly overestimate my sexual
activity. Just because Junior was like a puppy dog following me around
doesn't mean we had sex, ya know." He says, "It doesn't mean ya didn't
either. Junior told me he was gay around you." I go, "Don't be ridiculous,"
and he grins at me again, "Okay, maybe I did have more sex this week after
all. Ha ha!" I mutter, "And maybe you didn't." Chubby mutters, "Balls, I
knew it!" and he laughs.

We talk about Wildwood for part of the ride then we stop for lunch at a
Burgerking, and when we're at our table eating, Chubby changes the subject,
asking, "Do you have any idea which day of the year is pi day?" I swallow
some chicken fingers, burp, and go, "We're done with our vacation so you
fall back on factoids, is that it?" He goes, "Just asking a simply
question," and I mutter, "Hell, I didn't even know there was a day
celebrating pie. So, no, of course I don't know which day is pie day."
Chubby says, "It's March fourteenth," and I think about that, then say,
"Oh, that pi, 3.14." He goes, "Yep, and get this: it's impossible to
accurately measure the circumference or area of a circle because we don't
know the value of pi. Pi has digits following 3.14 that go on forever in
seemingly a random sequence." I swallow Coke, mumbling, "Do tell." He goes,
"Get this, the first 144 digits of pi add up to 666, the mark of the
beast." I ask, "The devil?" "Exactly," he says, and points his finger at
me, "And, Albert Einstein was born on pi, March fourteenth, 1897." I blurt
out a laugh, "Get the hell out of here with that BS," and he's like, "I'm
serious, he was, and some Japanese guy memorized 42,195 digits of pi and is
considered the current pi champion." I mutter, "Yeah, I would think so. The
guy must have had a lot of spare time on his hands." Chubby says, "Here's
another oddity of pi," I ask, "Oh, is that what these are, oddities of pi?"
Chubby says, "Yeah, catchy, huh? Anyway, some guy named, Shanks, in the
nineteenth century, worked for years by hand with only a pencil and paper
to determine the first 707 digits of pi. It took him years to do it, but
unfortunately he made a blunder after the 527th place, and consequently the
following digit were all wrong." I go, "Bet that pissed him off royally."
Chubby laughs, "This stuff is fascinating, Dylan. There's this ancient guy,
Archimedes of Syracuse, in the 200's BC who was calculating pi and got so
engrossed in his work he didn't realize the Romans had captured his city. A
Roman soldier approached him, and Archimedes yelled at him, 'Don't disturb
my circles!" I ask, "What'd the soldier do?" Chubby shrugs, "He cut off
Archimedes' head and walked away." I laugh, "All that pi work and what was
his reward? He gets his head cut off, talk about being pissed off."

 As we eat Chubby's got more amazing oddities of pi to share with me, but
I'm concentrating on two boys who just sat down two tables over from us,
behind Chubby. Something about their body language tells me they're
gay. One kid, who could be my age, is facing me with a sunburned face and
straw-colored hair cut in a long shaggy flattop. He's not cute so much as
he's macho, with maybe too flat of a nose, white eyebrows, and a couple
days growth of sexy blond whiskers. He looks tough, although fairly good
looking too in that macho way I mentioned. Barrel chested with large biceps
and thick hands. It's probably the boy with him who made me think they're
gay. He's slim, and while not especially cute, there's nothing especially
wrong with him either. Like Junior, this kids ears stick out. I'm looking
at his profile, then get a chance to look at him straight on. It looks like
he could take off flapping those ears. His plastic frame eyeglasses are
halfway down his nose making me think of Ryan, and then he pushes his
glasses up with his forefinger exactly like Ryan does. 'Ears' has that very
clean looking pale white complexion. If he was with his friend when
'straw-hair' got his sunburn, big ears here obviously had on something like
SPF 90 sun block. He has brown mousy hair combed in a kinda geeky style, so
these two are an unlikely pair. Yeah, except they're feeding each other
while grinning at one another and the macho boy has those kinda new
clear-colored braces on his teeth. For some reason I think the braces are
sexy as all get out. Anyway, those two look like they're in love to me, and
it sort of gives me a warm fuzzy feeling thinking that macho boy fell in
love with a nerd. Big ears is now running his fingers through the other
kid's straw-colored hair, and then holding his thumb and forefinger about
an inch and a half apart. Maybe suggesting how long his boyfriend's next
flattop should be. Macho boy smiles at ears in the sweetest way with the
overhead light glistening off his braces. Damn, that's sexy.

They never stop talking to one another and then, from another table, a big
heavy-set kid comes over to their table and says something macho boy
doesn't like. I can't hear the exchange, but the newcomer is adamant about
something as he leans down close and points his finger at macho while
talking with an angry expression on his face. This third party is one bad
ass looking dude, muscle bound and the classic bully type, but macho merely
shrugs, like... go away. The third kid straightens up smirking at macho
boy, then swats the back of ear's head knocking his glasses off and they
skitter off the table and slide a few feet away on the floor. Macho is up
like a cat and lands a roundhouse punch right on the big kid's nose. It was
so fast I almost missed it, but I sure heard the crunch of broken nose
cartilage. Blood's all over the front of the bully's shirt and he looks
shocked that macho wasn't intimidated by him. As the bully stumbles back,
macho hits him again and this punch splits the kid's lip. Ears has
retrieved his eyeglasses and is trying to pull his boyfriend away, talking
to him urgently. Macho backs off, nodding his head at the nerd, asking
something, probably about the nerd's glasses. Everyone in the restaurant
has stopped eating and is staring at this unexpected development. As ears
continues pulling him away, macho yells at the kid on the floor, "Don't
ever lay a hand on Brian again or I'll kick your ass worse than this,
asshole." He'd knocked the bully further away from our table, but everyone
could hear his warning. The whole incident took thirty seconds. Chubby
turned around when he heard the bully's nose break, and now the manager's
hustling over shouting that he's already called the police. Ears pulls on
macho's arm again and he reluctantly follows his boyfriend out of the
restaurant as the bully's yelling threats that I can hear, but can't
understand much of it because they're garbled and unintelligible words. In
addition to a bloody broken nose and split lip, it looks like the would be
bully lost a tooth or two from the second punch. Chubby asks, "What
happened?" I shrug, "Justice is what happened, rare justice, Chubby." We
dump our trash, and as we're leaving we pass two bored-looking cops coming
in.

I tell Chubby what I saw as we're driving away. Chubby says, "Huh, the
bully took offense that two gay kids were showing each other affection, so
he was going to put then in their place." I go, "That's how I figure it
went down too. Didn't work out too good for the bully though 'cause he
thought he'd have some fun hassling a couple of gays and he got his ass
handed to him. Just because a kid's gay doesn't mean he's a pussy, ya
know." Chubby looks at me, "I never thought being gay meant the guy was a
pussy, Dylan. In fact, in your case, I know you're the opposite of pussy
and you always have been, and we've had the fights together to prove it
too. In case I haven't told you before, I admire everything about you,
especially for coming out to the moms and to anyone else who asks. You and
Robby both, you've got more guts than a lot of us." I ask, "What do you
mean, a lot of us?" He shrugs, "Just speaking in generalities, bro. Nothing
specific about anyone in particular." Hmmm, meaning not 'him' in
particular, or who else in particular would it be? Think I'll drift away
from this potentially touchy topic, not sure if it what Chubby said was a
slip of the tongue or just worded awkwardly. I ask, "Um, do you have
anything planned for tonight?" He says, "Yeah, unfortunately I do. It's
MJ's family annual cookout. All their relatives and me, yawn!" I laugh,
"Sounds like fun. MJ introducing you to everyone and you making polite
small talk ingratiating yourself to your future in-laws, so to speak." He
goes, "Oh gawd!" Then it hit's home that I don't have anything planned for
tonight, so as Chubby drives, I text Sonny. "I'm back. Wha'cha doing
tonight?' I don't get a reply until we're on the Mass Pike, an hour from
home. I dozed off for a hour or so and it made the trip seem shorter for
me, but Chubby's getting grumpy from fighting the traffic the last five and
a half hours. He hears my cell announcing an incoming text, and asks,
"Who's texting?" I read it and tell him, "It's from Sonny. He and his
brother want haircuts tonight." What I don't mention is Sonny also said
we'd hang out with the posse boys after the haircuts. That means we
probably won't get a chance to mess around in a sexy manner. It's ironic
that I managed to bumble into a little sex in Wildwood and then my first
night back home will be a sexless one. Ironic, but a pain in my ass too,
and I don't mean that literally either.

Robby texted me while we were packing-up to go home. His text sounded like
he's having guilt pangs for blowing me off my first night back, although
apparently not enough guilt pangs to change his plans. He merely texted how
bad he felt about it. Might have carried a little more weight if he felt so
bad he actually changed his plans. Anyway, I text Sonny back asking what
time he's coming over with Devon, and why are we hanging out with the posse
boys later? He informs me we don't need to spend all night with the posse
boys, and he finished with, 'If you get my drift.' Which I do, so maybe it
won't be a sexless night after all. We're finally on our street and Chubby
drives us around to the back of the condo to unload our stuff. It's a
little before six o'clock when we begin unloading the Jeep and putting
everything away. Then Chubby goes up to his condo to shower and get ready
for his delightful date tonight. The moms told us they're meeting the twins
at eight o'clock for one last vacation dinner so everyone is sort of
extending the vacation one more night at least. I take the Jeep to get
something for my dinner. Al's is a pretty good sub shop in town so I go
there and I buy a cheesesteak to take home. No way would I eat in a
restaurant by myself. After eating I put a load of dirty laundry in the
washing machine and then take a shower. Dressed in flimsy basketball shorts
and t-shirt I brush my hair and think about John telling me to let my hair
grow out for a ponytail. Sonny will be disappointed he can't give me his
oddly successful haircut, but too bad. I'm going on that weekend and the
last thing I need is to get off on the wrong foot when I get there. I have
no intention of growing my hair for a ponytail, of course, but he doesn't
need to know that. Next weekend will be a one time adventure for me,
although John thinks it's just the first of many. Hell, I don't even know
if I'll last the entire weekend, never mind a long term affair being his
so-called 'boy'. Downstairs I get the barbershop ready for the Mc Carty
boys, making sure to get the hairdryer and the straight back chair into the
half baths along with some fresh hand towels. Shampooing the guy's hair,
especially Sonny's and Devon's, is sexy to me and I think it is for them
too.

Hearing the Volvo engine I go thru the garage to greet the moms. The three
of us unload the station wagon and pile it in the storage area, but don't
put everything where it belongs because they need to get ready for their
date tonight, and an hour and a half is cutting it close for them. It took
me fifteen minutes to shower and get dressed, but the moms take longer then
that deciding what to wear. Sonny and Devon are due at seven o'clock and so
I'm outside smoking a cigarette waiting for them. Devon drives up in his
mother's car, but no Sonny? I flick my cigarette butt in an awesome arc
landing it in the shrubbery. Okay, poor direction, but a nice flick that no
one saw, naturally. Devon comes up the steps smiling and looking sexily
hot. He goes, "Good to see you, Dylan," and we do the posse greeting with
Devon's cheek pressed against mine and the hug has a little crotch bump in
it too. Nice, but what's it mean? I pat his back, saying, "You're looking
good as usual, Devon," then rubbing my fingers through his hair, I add,
"Getting a little shaggy on top though." We walk inside as Devon says,
"Yeah it's been awhile. I missed you a week ago Friday when I was due for
my haircut, Sonny too." On the way downstairs, I go, "Yeah, I'm sorry about
that, Devon, but time got away from me the last day before
vacation. Where's Sonny?" He shrugs, "He said he'd be over around eight, if
it's okay with you. He's helping a friend of his with the kid's
motorbike. The motorcycle gang of two." I go, "And they're not even
motorcycles." He grins, and asks, "You still doing shampoos? I really
enjoyed it last time." I motion towards the half bath, muttering, "All
set-up for you, Devon. The salon treatment for the posse boys... that's my
thing, dude." Devon sits on the chair, "You're awesome to do this,
Dylan. Glad Ray brought you on board." I squeeze his shoulder, "Yeah, I've
enjoyed meeting you guys. How's Annie?" He's like, "Great! We're as tight
as ever," but something about the way he said that makes me wonder. It was
like forced enthusiasm, or something. Hmmm, wish he'd do or say something
to give me a clue what he's thinking about me, if he's even thinking about
me, that is.

 I Tilt the back of the chair to the rim of the sink where I have a hand
towel for Devon's neck to lay
 on. His head is over the sink bowl as I turn on the water and test it
until it's nice and warm. Using the hose with a spray attachment at the end
I wet his hair running my fingers through it while staring at his cute
face. I see similarities in his and Sonny's faces, but they don't
especially look alike. I mean, you wouldn't necessarily immediately think
'brothers' if you saw them together, but once you know they are, then you'd
go, 'Oh yeah, their chins and nose are similar'. Of course, Sonny has red
hair and blue eyes while Devon's are brown and brown. Sonny's cuter, but to
me Devon's sexier looking. They both have sexy mouths and perfect teeth,
but nowadays most kids have good looking teeth although some are
unfortunately not pure white like the McCarty brothers. Devon's teeth make
me think about the macho kid wearing braces, and how hot I thought he
looked in them. For the life of me I don't know why I think they're hot and
sexy though. Glancing at Devon, who has his eyes closed, I ask, "What kind
of haircut do you want, Devon?" He opens his eyes, and says, "Oh fuck,
yeah, Ray says we're still going with the burr haircuts. He wants me to
tell you we're suppose to all get short tight burr haircuts, Sonny too. Ray
thinks it's uber cool we all have the same haircuts." I go, "Short and
tight. Does he know what he's asking for?" Devon shrugs, "He said close cut
on the sides and back and extra short on top." I ask, "How do you feel
about that? I'll cut your cut hair the way you tell me to, fuck Ray." He
says, "I hate burr haircuts, but Annie said she likes it now. She likes to
feel the crisp hairs and I don't want to buck Ray so I'd like the
short/tight burr." I'm massaging shampoo into his hair, mumbling, "Okay,
whatever you say, Devon, but that's a wicked short haircut." I'm dreading
giving Sonny a haircut that short and then telling him he can't cut my hair
until after next weekend. That should be fun, but I need to put my foot
down where Sonny's concerned. He just takes for granted he'll get his way
and I'll show him it ain't that simple.

There lots of creamy shampoo lather in Devon's hair and I'm enjoying
running my fingers through it.  His hair, pretty much all over his head, is
about an inch and a half long so there's more shampoo than hair, but I'm
basically massaging his scalp. He looks so relaxed as my fingers go from
his forehead to the crown, while my other hand massages from the hairline
at the back of his neck up to the crown, then the sides with Devon,
murmuring, "Ooooh, this feels good, Dylan, you're the best." I smile and
lower my head to get a whiff of Devon's scent, but all I can smell is the
shampoo. After awhile I can't drag this out any longer so I begin rinsing
the shampoo still running my fingers through his wet hair. When his hair is
squeaky clean I set the front legs of the chair back on the floor and
vigorously rubs his head with a towel, then finish drying it with the
hairdryer. I brush his shiny hair until it's very dry. Wanting to feel his
head again I massage his dry scalp, getting half a boner now because Devon
turns me on. Maybe it's because he's straight and I know I can't have sex
with him. Both hands all over his head; he and Sonny have perfectly shaped
heads, nice hairlines, and very nice hair. It's fun to shampoo and cut
their hair. Devon's eyes are still closed, as he says, "My scalp is
tingling and feeling great." I start massaging his shoulders and the back
of his neck and up the back of his head. His head lulls where ever I move
it, totally relaxed. Devon quietly says, "Sonny says you give him a kiss
when you cut his hair, how 'bout me?" I stop the massage, shocked. Did I
hear what I think I heard? He spoke so quietly. Rubbing my nose with the
back of my wrist, I wonder if he's kidding, so I ask tentatively,
"Seriously, Devon?" He opens his eyes, turning his head to look me in the
eyes, saying, "Yes, seriously." For some reason I feel nervous, so I kiss
the side of his forehead and he mumbles, "Nice lips," and leaves it at
that. Wow, he smells like Sonny. Taking a deep breath and adjusting my
junk, I say, "Okay, then, let's go out and I'll do the haircut now, then
ask, "What's everyone into tonight?" Devon gets up, saying, "Thanks for
that awesome shampoo, Dylan; thanks for all of it. Oh tonight? Some of the
guys are going miniature golfing with their girlfriends and Ray wants his
boyfriend there too. I'm suppose to tell you that." I go, "Oh really, gee I
wonder why he didn't call me?" Then my mom calls down that she's going up
to Tris's. As Devon sits on the stool, I go over to the steps, and call up
to mom, "Have a good time, mom, I love ya!"

Devon takes his shirt off and hands it to me, as he asks, "What's it like
being Ray's boyfriend? I mean, he, um, you know, fucks you up the rear,
right?" Dropping his shirt on the washing machine, I start combing through
his hair just because I feel like it, not because it needs combing. I go,
"Um, well yeah, Ray treats me like he treats Maryann. We make-out and
sometimes he wants me to suck his cock or rim him, and then he fucks me
hard. Have you ever seen his dick?" Devon's eyes open wide, "I'll say, it's
a monster. I can't imagine how you and Maryann can take that big head, but
what's rimming mean." I tell him and he looks disgusted, muttering, "Jeez,
Dylan, that's, um, gross. No offense." Shrugging, I mumble, "Hey, it feels
good to a gay guy, maybe not all gay guys would agree, but for me it's
hot." He shocks me again, quietly asking, "Would you ever let me do it to
you, the rear-end part, fuck you I mean? I gotta admit I'm curious as hell,
wondering if I'd get my rocks off doing it, but I'm afraid Ray would find
out even if you'd let me." This is an extremely unlikely situation
developing here, so I need to handle it just right. The thought of Devon
fucking me has my dick flipping around for joy. I say, "Would I let you
fuck me? Hmmm, that's an interesting question, Devon, but as far as Ray
goes I'll tell you a secret, um, I think he's dumping me tonight." I don't
want Devon thinking I just let anyone fuck me, ya know. He asks, "How about
the other thing, you and me doing it?" I shrug, " To be honest with you,
when I first met you posse boys I right away thought you were easily the
cutest guy in the group, but I don't come on to straight guys, so... ya
know. But since you brought the subject up, and you're a damn nice guy and
I like you a lot, I'd let you do me." He says, "I'd be really nervous and
feeling funny, but like I said, I'm curious how I'd react, but then there's
still Ray to consider." I can hardly believe my ears. My hands are shaky as
I attach an eighth inch guide to the clippers, I say, "Um, about Ray, ah,
like I just told you, and keep it between you and me, but I think Ray's
going to dump me. That's probably why he wants to see me tonight. He didn't
bother calling me himself though, and instead sent the message with you, so
something's up." Devon mutters, "I never thought he'd dump you. I mean,
just saying, but you're way cooler than Ray and I'm not taking anything
from him when I say that because you're way cooler than anyone I know." I
say with a straight face, "Yeah, I hear that all the time," and we
chuckle. He goes, "Well, you are," and I squeeze the back of his neck,
saying, "No, I'm not, but thank you, it's very nice of you."

With my left hand on the top of Devon's head, I try to maintain my cool as
I run the clippers halfway up the hairs at the back. The cut leaves an
eighth of an inch of hair in the clipper's wake, and wow, it's looking
wicked short. Devon asks, "Really? He's going to dump you." I mumble, "I
think so." That's little white lie 6061 in my life, but I told the lie to
spare Ray from being embarrassed about me dumping him like I'm gently
informing him tonight. Devon says, "I'm sorry you're getting dumped, Dylan,
but if you're not his boyfriend after tonight could I, you know, maybe when
I get my next haircut we could, you know?" I go, "Sure, Devon, I'd actually
like that, but I thought Annie said you didn't have a gay bone in your
body." He says, "I didn't think I did, but I hadn't met you yet and then
when I did it's sorta been on my mind all summer to ask you, but I just now
finally had the balls to bring it up. You smell good too, did you know
that?" Finished half the back of his head, I begin on the sides, saying,
"No, I haven't heard that before," racking up white lie 6062. "What do I
smell like?" He's feeling the cut hairs on the back of his head, saying,
"Jesus, that's short! Um, I can't describe your smell, but I like it and I
think it's, you know, kinda sexy." I say, "Thanks, and, yeah, your hairs
wicked short, but blame Ray, not me. It's not how I'd normally cut it for
you, but you gave me Ray's orders and I just followed them." He says, "I
know, I know."

I feel bad cutting his hair this short, but I'm just doing what he
asked. Gotta admit though, it's got my dick buzzing as the hairs are
sheared off this short. Guess I'm experiencing contradictory sensations
here, I feel bad about cutting his hair so short and at the same time it's
a bit of a turn-on too. Using a quarter inch guide now I cut the rest of
the hairs on the sides and back and then blend it in with the eighth inch
hairs. The very short hairs on the sides and back make the hairs on top
look substantial by comparison, but not for long. Using the clippers over
comb method I cut the hairs on top very short, matching the quarter inch
length at the top of the sides and back, then tapering the hairs to about
three-eight inch length on top, which is now the length of the longest
hairs on his head. As I trim around his ears with the trimmer clippers,
Devon feels the hairs on his head, "Shit! I feel scalped." I mutter, "You
pretty much are scalped, but it's what you asked for." Done around his
ears, I rub the top of his head with both hands getting random clipping of
hair flying off. Looking at his hair in the handheld mirror, Devon says,
"Annie's gonna love it, but I hate it although I'm not blaming you,
Dylan. You're my favorite barber, but because of Ray the haircuts too short
for me." He hands me the mirror feeling his head again, as I kid myself
about taking over the posse boys and making Ray a junior member,
haha. Devon then surprises me again, asking, "Would you show me what it
feels like to kiss a guy on the lips?" Taking the handheld mirror from him,
I put it on the table and before he can change his mind I get my arm around
his neck, grinning, "Sure, I'm gay and you're cute, so sure I'll show you."
He sucks on his lips with a nervous look in his eyes as my lips come to his
for a brotherly kiss. Then my tongue slips past his lips and I change the
kiss into a wet sexy one. After a few seconds Devon gasps pulling his head
away, making me chuckle. Grinning at him again, I say, "You have nice lips
too, Devon." He coughs, "Jesus, that was a good kiss, you've had
experience, for sure" I go, "A little, yeah, but I didn't even start being
sexually active until I was almost eighteen, so I'm a pretty fast learner."
He gets up nodding his head slowly as if he's just confirmed something to
himself, but what might that be? He asks, "Um, since we're being so open
with each other, do you and Sonny ever mess around?" I go, "If we did I
sure as hell wouldn't admit it to his brother." Devon shrugs, "He's
eighteen now, so he's a legal age for sex. He can do what he wants as far
as I'm concerned." I'm like, "Well, anyway I don't kiss and tell, if you
know what I mean. It's between me and whomever. I only mentioned Ray and me
because it's already a known fact, thanks to Ray, not me." Devon asks, "So,
if you and me did it, you wouldn't tell a soul, right?" I go, "Yep, it'd be
between you and me, word of honor on that." He bites his bottom lip for a
second, then goes, "And you said it'd be alright if I did it to you?" I go,
"Yes, Devon, but not now. You're brother's probably on his way." Like I
said, I don't want to seem too anxious, and I've got a little willpower
working tonight.

Devon's slowly rubbing his hand over his very short hair for a nit, then
asks, "One more kiss, okay? I'll participate more this time now that I know
what to expect. This is, um, so surprising, I never thought... Well, can we
do one more kiss?" I say, "Sure," and this time he puts his arms around my
neck, mumbling, "Your skin feels amazing," I smile, "Thanks," and our lips
come together, then our tongues. Devon doesn't kiss as good as Sonny, and
certainly not as good as Junior or Ryan, or the lover's kisses with Robby,
but Devon's still pretty good at it. It gets my dick's attention for damn
sure. I wonder if his dick is affected, although I don't push my luck by
touching it. Our kiss last maybe ten seconds and when we part our combined
saliva stretches between his lips and mine. Devon's face is a little
flushed as he shakes his head, muttering, "I never would have believed it,
Dylan, but kissing you feels very much like kissing Annie, um, only your a
better kisser. I don't mean it 'feels' better to me, just that your a
better kisser than Annie, that's all. I'm not gay or anything, just
curious. You kiss like you really mean it and I confess my pecker sorta
moved in my shorts." Hey, this is going very well, but then the doorbell
rings, so apparently Sonny's here. I ask, "Are you staying while I do
Sonny's hair?" Devon's putting his shirt, "Nah, I gotta get Annie and meets
the guys at the miniature golf course. Some date, huh? It's Ray's idea."
The doorbell rings again as Devon and I go up the steps. Devon says,
"Sonny's impatient, but wait till he sees how short his hair is going to
be." He stops on the steps, looks me in the eyes, saying, "Thanks for, you
know, everything, Dylan, and I'm excited about us doing it. You're, I don't
know, special and, well thanks." I smile and pat his ass, saying, "No
problem, Devon, you rock, dude."

Opening the door, letting Sonny in, he goes, "Hey, Dylan!" and we do the
posse greeting, then he glances at Devon and yells, "Fuck! That's how short
Ray wants all the posse boys hair?" Devon says, "Hey bro, keep the f-bombs
down! What if Dylan's mom was home! Watch your language." Sonny lowers his
voice, saying, "Sorry, Dylan, but is that really how Ray wants our haircut,
bro?" Devon shrugs, "Yeah, but he told me this will be the last burr we
need to get this summer. Next haircut's just a trim around the ears and
back of the neck." He runs his fingers through his brothers orange/red
hair, muttering, "Say goodbye to this, Sonny, ha ha." Sonny makes a face,
then runs his fingers through his own hair, saying to me, "I'm not getting
my hair cut that freakin' short. No way!" Devon's walking out, telling
Sonny, "Ray will suspend you and he won't drop the suspension until you get
it cut like this, so you might as well get it over with." Sonny goes,
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Hey, Devon we'll see you later, I'll bring
Dylan with me a little later." They do the posse goodbye, which is just
like the posse hello, and Sonny kisses Devon's cheek, "Thanks for the
advise, Devon, love ya." Sweet. Sonny and I watch Devon go down the steps,
then I close the door and Sonny grabs a fistful of my privates, asking,
"How naughty were you on vacation, boyfriend?" I look into his pretty blue
eyes wetting my lips, then mumble, "Not naughty at all," and Sonny says,
"Liar," squeezing my nuts. His head leans in and we kiss. His lips taste
like his brother's and feel the same too, getting my cock firming up. Sonny
pushes all the right buttons with me, and he has almost from the first time
I met him, although I didn't realize it until later. It starts with his
cute face and his slim, but well defined body, and mostly it's his voice
and overall attitude which is a combination of a smart-ass
confident-dominant manner and a underlying niceness. I think he's extremely
likable and he smells good too. Sonny asks, "Did you buy the paddle I told
you to get?" I shake my head 'no', saying, "We decided I don't get
turned-on that much by getting spanked anymore." He reaches around and
gives my ass a pretty good smack, saying, "It's for me, I'm the one who
gets turned on by spanking you," and another smack on my ass. I go, "Sonny,
don't push it. Quit while you're ahead. I can see I need to set some rules
with you" He makes a cute face, saying, "Ah, come on, Dylan, you know I
love you. Lets play like we did in my bedroom." Giving him a look, I'm
like, "Come on downstairs."

On the way downstairs Sonny holds my hand, mumbling, "Be nice, Dylan. Act
submissive, you know how turned-on I get when you're submissive to me." I
go, "I told you before, it's not an act. It needs to happen on it's own."
Seeing the barber stuff, he's like an excited puppy dog, "You get your
haircut first. I'm going to cut it just like you did my brother's haircut."
I say, "I'm not getting a haircut today. You can give me a haircut after
next weekend." He gets both arms around my neck with his face against mine,
our noses pressed together, "Don't be like that, Dylan. Giving you a
haircut is one of the coolest things I've ever done and you like it too."
Then he gives me an awesome French kiss and my arms go around him. What a
great body, as we're tightly together and our cocks grow hard against one
another. He licks my lips after the kiss, saying,"I love you. Do you love
me yet?" I mutter, "Not yet, Sonny," but I keep hugging him with our faces
side by side now. Damn, he smells so boyishly sexy. I rub his hair and up
the back of his head; it's shaped just like Devon's. Sonny's such a nice
armful. Now I turn my head and kiss his cheek inhaling his sexy aroma. He
takes his arms from around my neck and begins squeezing my butt cheeks,
murmuring, "I got a boner from kissing and hugging you, Dylan. I want you
to take your shirt off." I go, "Okay, but you take you're off too so I can
feel your naked body against mine." We let go of each other and pull our
shirts off, then immediately get in another embrace. Ah, skin against skin
is so fucking sexy and Sonny's scent is so much more noticeable now
too. With his lips on my ear, he whispers, "I'm giving you a haircut
tonight so you might as well get used to the idea." His brashness and
cockiness is so fucking cute. He adds, "We're on an official date, Dylan,
so you're the girl and I'm the boy, and girls do what their boyfriends tell
them to do." I chuckle, "Have you been talking to Ray again?" He says, "I
already told ya, I don't talk to Ray about personal stuff like my
boyfriend. That's you, by the way. My first boyfriend, and you like it
too."

We hug for awhile with Sonny's telling me what we're going to do tonight
and me grinning at his audacity. I like hearing his voice. There's a
quality to it that's kinda mesmerizing. It's funny the crazy things that
excite and sexually arouse me. Rubbing my nose lightly in his hair at the
side of his head, "You smell awesome, Sonny, and you're so fucking cute you
turn me on. Lets do your shampoo now before you totally talk me into
everything you've been saying we're going to do." He puts the palms of his
hands on either side of my face, saying slowly, "I'm the guy, so I decide
when we do my shampoo, and you do what I say. And look who's calling me
cute. You're cuter, and you smell the best of anyone I ever smelled." I
smile, "Who else have you smelled, if I'm your first boyfriend?" He goes,
"Never mind, just sit on the stool and I'll give you your haircut. Please,
Dylan!" Oh what the fuck, he said please, so I sit down because lately I
can't help myself around Sonny. He's not surprised he's getting his way, as
he says, "Um, that stool's too high, sit in the chair you use for the
shampoos. And get the rest of your clothes off too." I'm like, "We're doing
naked haircuts?" He goes, "Yep," and pulls my basketball shorts down,
adding, "I'm giving you another excellent haircut, then you're going to rim
my ass and suck my cock and lastly I'm fucking you until you squeal, like
you always do when I fuck you. You squeal because I get you so hot you
loose control. And, I'm shooting a large gob of my cum up your ass too, and
then you'll suck my cock again. Okay?" I roll my eyes as he pulls down my
underwear and rubs all around my groin, muttering, "So nice and smooth, and
perfect for you 'cause you're the girl on our date, but my orange pubes
need to grow and grow. You'll have your nose in them when my snake goes
down your throat." Stepping out of my shorts and underwear that are now at
my feet, I say, "Will you please stop all that 'girl' shit. I'm not a girl
in any way." He drops his shorts, saying, "Well obviously you're not a girl
or I wouldn't be interested in you, never mind being in love with you." His
orange underarm hair contrasts so nicely with his pale creamy skin. Then I
drop my eyes and look at his seven-plus inch long cock that grows to at
least eight inches when it's hard as a bone. His cool foreskin gets dragged
off the head by the growth and stiffness of the shaft. He sees me staring
at his pale-cream-colored cock, the head still hiding in it's foreskin
jacket. Sonny smirks, asking, "Nice, huh? Don't I have an awesome body?" I
nod my head, "It's pretty awesome alright," and he holds my face between in
hands again and kisses my lips, then says, "Now get the chair out of the
bathroom like I told you." That, right there, caused a little trance to
drape over me like a puffy cloud. He smacks my bear ass, saying, "Now,
please." Oh, I love this feeling so much, it's like a drug to me and I
revel in the feeling as I get the chair and bring it out. Sonny points to a
spot, saying, "There, please." Putting the chair down, I sit in it feeling
dreamy. Sonny rubs my head, saying, "There's no arms on this chair to tie
you to so you'll need to pretend your tied. Okay? Isn't this better now?"
It is too, so I mutter, "I guess," and he massages my shoulders, asking,
"Are you finally feeling submissive to me?" I'm like, "Yeah, a little,
Sonny." Standing behind me he gets his arms around my neck and hugs my head
with the sides of our faces together, and Sonny mumbling, "Good, that's so
sexually arousing to me." He give me a long wet smooch on the side of my
forehead, "I love you so much, Dylan. Why don't you dump Ray and be just my
boyfriend, you know you have a mad crush on me which will turn to
love. Won't it?"

Without waiting for an answer he picks up the clippers, "Hmmm, maybe I'll
use these," which brings me enough out of my trance to mutter, "You do it
better with scissors, Sonny. You don't know how to use clippers." He brings
the clippers over, clicks them on and does a little swipe at the hairs at
the back of my head, then yells, "Holy shit," and he giggles rubbing his
finger where he cut. "These fuckers are dangerous," and he puts the
clippers down. "I think I can fix that small bare-spot mistake, Dylan. Hope
I can anyway," and I feel the scissor blades against the skin near where
the clippers made a very short cut in my hair, probably down to the
skin... there was no guide on the clippers. Fuck! Sonny doesn't talk as
short clipped hairs shower down my back. He cuts very slow and deliberate
so it's possible, with luck, it'll turn out okay. He pushes my head forward
until my chin hits my chest, "Keep your head like this until I'm done with
the back of your head," and he cuts hairs back there constantly for ten to
fifteen minutes with the cut hairs continually sliding down my back. My
hair wasn't very long back there to start with so I can't imagine where all
the hair coming from that's trickling down my back came. Finally he's at
the top of my head in back, at the crown, with the comb his only guide. He
closes the scissors slowly, over and over, and the "Scrunch," sound of the
scissors cutting hairs is so repetitious it's like a Hindu mantra that
supposedly is capable of creating transformation. For me it deepens my
trance as Sonny goes about doing whatever he wants. I can't describe how
wonderful this feels.

Done with the crown, he brushes his hand across my head, muttering, "Not
bad," then comes to my left side and gets his finger under my chin pulling
my head up and gently puts pressure so I'll tilt my head to the right. He
starts cutting hair beginning at my sideburn, closing the scissors slowly
like always, creating the mantra, scrunch-sound, that is dragged out
because he closes the scissors so slowly, so the sounds like, "Scruuunch."
Over and over the soft hair clippings slide off my shoulder with some
clippings drifting over my back and others down my chest. I gaze at the
little clippings, some of which have landing around my crotch and notice
I've got a raging boner. That's undoubtedly adding to the wonderful way I'm
feeling, but I didn't even know I had a boner. It's taking Sonny forever
with this haircut, but he finally is at the hair on top of the left side of
my head and he continues cutting across the top of my head. Lots and lots
of tiny clippings falling all around me, "Scruuunch, scrunch, scrunch,"
until I'm so docile I can hardly keep my head up. I'm floating on warn air
thinking Sonny will always be my barber for ever and ever. My cock throbs
and I dreamily contemplate having Dodger's full blown haircut fetish,
imagining him cuming in his fatigues every week his platoon is sent for GI
haircuts. Ha, good for him, although I can't personally imagine
spontaneously having a orgasm from a haircut. Sonny moves to my other side
and pushes my head over to the left now. He stops and, perhaps because he
was concentrating so hard, he just notices my raging boner. Quietly
giggles, he reaches down and brushes the clipped hairs off my cock,
whispering, "You're a sexy sex machine, Dylan. No matter what you and me do
together you always get a boner." His arm goes around my neck as he leans
down and licks my lips, then a wet kiss and finally one of the best tongues
I've come across is in my mouth licking around in there while his lips kiss
mine and a moan comes out of my throat on it's own, "Mmmmm, umm, um," then
he's back to his deliberate haircutting. I wish it could go on longer, but
he's finally outlining around my ears, followed by his meticulous random
snips here and there. "Okay, Dylan, it looks a lot like Devon's" he says,
and I realize I was almost asleep and maybe I even was. My eyes were closed
in any case, so I open them as Sonny's saying, "Here take a look." He's got
the handheld mirror in front of my eyes, his other hand is on my shoulder
feeling nice. "What do you think?" I shake my head and focus my eyes and
see a very short even haircut, but not the shortest haircut I've ever
had. That honor belongs to the haircut Willie insisted on in Key West, and
also the haircut he took me to after Key West.

I do what everyone does, I rub my hand over my newly barbered hair, staring
at in. My trance is drifting away with me thinking, 'Uh oh, a certain
person in New York is not going to be pleased, but Ray will be, so one out
of two ain't bad, and Robby's used to my short haircuts by now. The idea of
both of us wearing flattops like we did the first year we were together
isn't going to happen anytime soon. I say, "I don't know how you do it with
scissors, Sonny, it should be impossible actually, but this is the third
time in a row you've pulled it off. It looks too short, but extremely well
done." He says, "Oh, too short, huh? But it's okay for me and my brother to
have haircuts like this." I say, "No, that's not what I mean. I mean none
of us should have haircuts this short, and we wouldn't except for Ray." He
ruffles the short hair on top of my head, saying, "Ray or no Ray, I'd
probably cut it like this anyway," and he laughs at that while hugging my
shoulders, and me muttering, "Yeah, I suppose you would." He says, "Well,
you don't complain and you sprung a boner, so I assume you're enjoying it."
I shrug, "I was, Sonny, I'm not complaining. You're an awesome barber." He
goes, "And I fixed that mistake those nasty clippers caused too." Using his
hands he brushes most of the hair clipping from my body, I get up and with
Sonny helping we begin cleaning up the hairs, until I stop, "Wait, we'll
clean this up after your haircut." He says, "We don't have time tonight for
that, I'll come over Monday when you get home for work. Tonight we need to
meet the boys in an hour and I still haven't fucked you yet, and believe me
I've been looking forward to this all week." I'm kinda looking forward to
it myself so we finish the clean up.

Done that, Sonny sits in the chair, and says, "Lay across my lap, Dylan,
I'm giving you a spanking for all the fucking around you did in
Wildwood. And, because you were suppose to buy a paddle, but ya didn't."
Still intent on putting my foot down about something, I go, "Uh un, Sonny,
we agreed spanking is getting old, and I'm tired of it." I'm still feeling
my hair as Sonny says, "Please, Dylan, it's gets me so hot. I won't do it
hard, it'll be like symbolic." Well, there are worse things I can think of
then laying across Sonny's sexy bare lap, but I make a production of
shaking my head, muttering, "You always have to get your way. You're like a
big baby." He says, "Get over here, you know damn well you've got the hot's
for me. I can see it in your eyes." These damn eyes of mine are giving away
my secrets. I make a face, and Sonny says, "No pouting," which reminds me
of Junior. Who's cuter Sonny or Junior? Probably Sonny, plus his dick is
more than twice as long as Junior's, and that thought has me playing with
myself as I go over and lay across his lap. "That's more like it," Sonny
mumbles, as he kneads my butt checks, asking, "How many times did you cheat
on me in Wildwood?" I go, "Cheat on you? We're not in a committed
relationship, we're sex buddies." He slaps my ass, "Smack!" saying, "Dylan,
Dylan, Dylan you know very well I love you and you almost love me too so we
need to be faithful. It's the simple truth." I mutter, "Dreamer," and he
says, "Bad boy!" then gives me a spanking. The sounds accompany the
stinging, "Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" are all we hear for awhile. Maybe a
dozen or so smacks on my ass, which are actually like child's play when
compared to John's strapping, but I go, "Ow, ow, ow," with each one to help
Sonny get his rocks off. It works too because I feel his cock under me
growing hard and that makes my dick get hard, so when Sonny says, "Okay,
you've been disciplined now. You may get up and wipe your tears." There
aren't any tears, but I pretend there and my smacked ass is stinging and
red. Sonny says, "Hey, you got a boner too. We both get a boner from me
spanking you so that's cool. Right?" I go, "If you say so, Sonny."

He stands and smacks my ass again, saying, "Cutting your hair and spanking
you is so much fucking fun, I love it. Okay, you sit in the chair and rim
my ass." In deference to my stinging ass, I say, "I'll do it on my knees,"
and he goes, "Oh, your ass is too sore to sit on it," and he giggles. He's
cute. I get on my knees behind him and spread his ass cheeks, then lap
behind his nuts and up his ass crack across his asshole bringing up goose
bumps on Sonny as his body shivers, with him murmuring, "Oooh." A few more
laps up his slightly stale smelling ass crack and I start sucking on his
asshole as Sonny squirms some more. He's wiped his ass well, but he hasn't
showered since this morning so it's not a pure Sonny scent down here
although I still notice it. My cock is drooling precum now because rimming
a cute guy's ass is so deliciously submissive it really gets me
aroused. When my tongue gets inside his rectum he jumps forward the way
Junior always does. Turning around and playing with his ass, he says,
"Jesus, Dylan, I almost wasted a good load of cum on your floor." His cock
is boner-up good and tight with the head fully out of it protective
foreskin covering. Precum drips out of his pee slit so I pick up his cock
and suck on the head putting the tip of my tongue at the pee slit that
quivers, and I almost lose my load too. Sucking cock of my couple of
boyfriends has been one of my favorite things to do for about two years
now. Cock's rock! Sonny backs up again pulling the head of his cock out of
my mouth. "I need to calm down, Dylan, I'm too hot right now and I don't
want to shoot off too soon. It feels so awesome being on the verge of
cuming, ya know?" I say, "As a matter of fact I do know 'cause I almost
climaxed sucking your big cock." He comes to me as I'm sitting back on my
ankles. Smirking cutely at me, he plays with my hair, saying, "You didn't
get as excited about this cool haircut I did but you should have. Show me a
little love, dude, this is a perfect haircut." I say, "We'll see how
perfect you think it is when I give you your haircut." He mutters, "Yeah, I
guess I see your point."

Sonny rubs his cock head around my mouth leaving a trail of precum
outlining my lips. My tongue comes out licking it off as Sonny smiles, "You
make me feel so good, Dylan." He bends down and kisses me, I kiss back and
our arms go around one another. He's leaning into me moaning quietly and I
fall over backwards. We end up with Sonny stretched over my body, me on my
back and him on top of me as we kiss and squirm against each other. His
body and skin feels so nice, plus his scent's driving me wild. Covered with
saliva our lips slide apart, and I murmur, "Fuck me, Sonny." He sucks on
his lips nodding his head, then scoots down my body and lifts my legs. The
wet head of his hard cock is almost instantly at my asshole pushing against
the lips spreading them. More pressure and his cock head disappears up my
ass as we both moan, "Ummm, aaah, mmmm, nice." I hold my legs back and
Sonny groans pushing his cock slowly up my ass, "Ooooh, it feels so good,
Dylan, umm, mmm." It's tight going, but not like John's, Ray's, or even
Ryan's. Sonny gets it all the way in, his orange pubic hair tight against
my buttocks. He gulps, then reaches down to stroke my boner, and I'm like,
"Mmmm, ooh, aah, aah, no Junior, I'm gonna cum." His hips start moving and
the sensations are immediate, and awesome. The angle his boner's moving
back and forth on my prostate has me in deep sexual pleasure squirming on
the floor, the intense sexual sensations keep increasing from the duel
stimulation of my anus and prostate, and as the sensations grow and grow it
has me writhing on the floor so much Sonny need's to get his arms around my
thighs to keep me stable. Sonny drives his cock up my ass time after time
with me moaning constantly, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ash, aaaah, aaaash, oooh." He's
making desperate moans himself now and he picks up the speed of his
trusts. I'm moaning as sexual sensations are zipping all over my body. My
boner's pointing straight at my face when I loose it, squealing out even
more embarrassingly than normal as my cock tightens up further, lifting,
vibrating and then shooting an arc of cum that goes over my head. It would
have hit me right in the face if it hadn't lifted a little. Then muscle
contraction and three more spurts of cum shoot out and these three land on
me. One, a fast flying stream lands under my chin and the next two smaller
ones plop down on my chest, then drools of cum as I shudder from the
tremendous sensations associated with climax. Sonny makes a whiny sound
slamming his crotch against my ass and I feel the little extra warmth and
then the squishiness in my rectum as his orgasm pours into my rectum. His
face is red as he grimaces while humping into me with short thrust totally
emptying his balls.

He's silent doing humps up my wet rectum now, then a deep breath and, "Oh
God, that was good, holy fuck!" from Sonny. His eyes half closed as he
takes a few deeper breaths, then collapses on top of me pulling his cock
out of my ass in the process. It lays wetly next to mine as Sonny snuggles
with me. Damn, I know I'm always saying it, but he smells good! I hug him,
muttering, "Awesome fuck, Sonny. That long cock of yours was hitting all
the right places." He says, "Nobody fucks you as good as me, admit it?" I
go, "I don't know, Sonny, has Ray ever fucked you? It's pretty close, but I
haven't had that many different sex partners, and you've only had me, so
we're pretty inexperienced when you consider the big picture." He lifts his
head and looks me in the eyes, "I want you to dump, Ray, and be my
boyfriend." I go, "I already told ya, he's dumping me." Sonny settles down
on my body again, muttering, "Okay then, good." I've got little itchy hair
clippings sticking to me, and now some are sticking to Sonny. I say, "Lets
take a quick shower," and Sonny asks, "Together?" I go, "Of course
together, is there any other way?"

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

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