Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2014 08:17:55 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO  Chapter  74

DYLAN'S  SUMMER VACATION TWO


Chapter  74


by  Donny Mumford



Tuesday I wake up feeling very frisky and well  rested. Chubby's right
about staying in one night a week to recharge the  batteries. Last night was the
first time in a couple of weeks I had no sex of  any kind,  and
surprisingly I find it doesn't even bother me. Sex is  awesome, but it's not running my
life. This must be part of the maturing  process, and it's like a
breakthrough for me. Sometimes major things just happen  to you and the light goes on
in your head. It's like now I don't need to have sex every day... it nice
to have, but if none is available it's  no big deal. Well sure, yesterday I
participated in that hot make-out with Seth  in the back of the truck. He had
an orgasm, but I didn't so I'm not counting  that as sex for me, and it
barely counts for him. So okay, it's good to know  I've got a handle on the sex
thing finally, but now I need to get this day  started. I already know two
things about tonight: One, I have no plans after  work except Sonny's
scheduled for a haircut, and two, Robby has a pre-seminar  meeting after regular
work hours. That means I won't be getting together with  him again tonight,
and I'm kinda okay with that. I'd rather see him, of course,  but since I
can't it'll just make our next date that much hotter and sexier.  Robby's
attending a seminar in Boston this weekend and that's what tonight's  meeting's
about. Maybe it's just me, but Robby's dad could maybe chill-out a  little
where his business is concerned. I mean, sure you want to take care of
business, but there's other things in life too. Robby's dad has apparently
convinced Robby to be just as serious about the business as he is. Oh well, I'm
just wondering if it's really necessary to have a meeting to prepare for the
next meeting? Maybe they should have a meeting to  schedule future meetings
as well. And maybe I don't know anything about the  business world. Haha,
that's always a possibility.


Well, no sex yesterday, but I did have a very really nice feel-good day,
and that was enough to satisfy me. For one thing all of us on Robby's crew
like  each other, and believe me, having no tension on the job is huge. So
that was  one feel-good moment, and yesterday was also very cool because at the
deli  Travis told me right out that Robby's made it clear to him the buddy
sex they  have is just that, and it will never be more than that. So this
tells me that  whoever Robby's side sex buddy might be he's also been made
aware that Robby  loves me and sex he has with anyone else is just casual
recreational sex. It's  good to know he makes that clear to these bozos... for
them it begins and ends  as buddy sex. Robby reiterated his deep feelings of
love for me too, which is  always sweet to hear and qualifies as another
feel-good moment. He claims he'd  drop all side-sex if I would, and I believe
him, but naturally I sidestepped  that time bomb for both our benefits. We
need more time to get the side-sex out  of our systems. We've just turned
twenty years old, fer chrissakes. Who in their  right mind gets married when
they're twenty? Committing to each other  exclusively is very much like getting
married, so I rest my case on that matter.  It's like all of a sudden I'm
seeing things on a much more mature level. Another  feel-good moment for me
happened before Chubby's and my dinner last night when  the two of us got a
little sentimental with each other. We sorta confirmed our  brotherly and
unconditional love for one another. Okay, it might have gotten a  little sappy,
but we confirmed that we're both still the most important person  in the
other's life. Knowing that is a powerfully comforting feeling for me and  I
hope it is for Chubby too. So, no sex yesterday, but it was still an awesome,
awesome day.


Speaking of Chubby, when I walk into the kitchen this sunny morning he's
there making coffee. He gives me his magical smile, the one where his face
lights up showing how happy he is to see me, so I give him a smile plus a hug
 and a good-morning kiss. The posse boys have their greeting so why
shouldn't I  have mine with my brother. That's the way I see it and Chubby's fine
with it. As  I'm making myself a cup of coffee for myself, Chubby tells me
about the latest  spat he had with MJ. It happened right after he finished his
part-time work for  her father last night. Mary Jo and Chubby argue about
the nuttiest things, so I  ask him, "Why do you two remain
boyfriend/girlfriend if you're always fighting?"  He chuckles, "Because we like having sex
together, why else?" Hmmm, I wonder if  that's why I put up with Ray's nonsense
for so long? Yeah, that's probably the  reason, but those days are behind
me. Chubby and I wander out to the balcony to  drink our coffees and share a
morning cigarette. Cigarettes and coffee go  together almost as well as
cigarettes and booze. Chubby says, "Actually, as  crazy as this sounds, MJ and I
kinda like to argue, and we do like each other.  It's not like we're mad
during a lot of our fights. She's kinda funny, although  she doesn't try to
be. She's serious about odd notions she has in her head and  that entertains
me, although it's totally unintentional on her part. And as for  her, she
likes me because I'm me. " I go, "Very modest of you, but I can't  disagree.
There's something seriously wrong with anyone who doesn't like you."  He
grins, "Let's not go down the sentimental path again, bro, I cry too easily."  I
shrug thinking about Mary Jo being unintentionally funny to Chubby, and
realize I had that exact same thought about Ray. Another major coincidence of
life. Hey, maybe Ray and MJ would be the perfect couple for one another. Hee
 hee, two nuts cases.


This morning Chubby's driving us to work so I take the opportunity to  text
Sonny about his scheduled haircut tonight. He texts back that he's sorry,
but could he switch the time until later tonight. There's something he wants
to  do with his motorbike buddy, Jamison Coyle, and he wants to know if
I'll give  his friend a free haircut too. Interesting that his friend almost
has the same  first name as posse boy Jameson Doyle. Sonny says that Bean and
maybe Dawg can  come over at five-thirty for a haircut in place of him, if
it's okay with me. I  text him that it's okay with me on all counts. Then I
grimace to myself because  I was kinda looking forward to a little sex with
Sonny tonight, but his buddy  being with him eliminates that possibility, but
I find it's no big deal to  me. So, it looks like no sex last night or
tonight. No big deal, like I said,  but if I weren't so mature I'd probably be
thinking about driving to Wildwood  where sex isn't so scarce... haha. Add to
this situation Devon's telling me  at Sunday's softball game that he's
chickening out on satisfying his curiosity  about guy-on-guy sex with me, so it
looks like sex with him is a no-go too. It  seems like I'm not only turning
down sexual opportunities lately, but others are  also declining the
opportunity of sharing a little buddy sex with me. Hmmm, it's  not really that
important though because I've got my true love, Robby, and  that's enough.
Further more I know I can turn on some sexy charm if I chose to  and stir up a
cute buddy sex partner if I wanted to. Not that I need to at the  moment.
Whether guys know it or not, occasional sex is healthy for mind and  body. They
just gotta have the balls to try it. On the other hand I don't have  the
balls to try it with a girl, and guys like Devon and Ray do, so who am  I to
talk about having balls.

Breaking into my thoughts, Chubby goes, "Here's a joke one of the married
guys who works for MJ's dad told me: This lady wants to buy a pet for her
husband's birthday, but in the pet shop she discovers the pets are all too
pricey. She asks the owner if he's got any cheaper pets and the guys tells
her  he's got a very large frog that he'll sell for fifty dollars. The woman
thinks  that's a lot of money for a frog, and what the hell kind of pet is
that anyway.  Then the guys informs her the frog gives awesome blow jobs, so
her husband might  really like it. Well, the wife really likes that because
she hates giving oral  sex, but her husband loves it. So she buys the frog
and gives it to her husband  that night after dinner. She tells him about the
frog's special talent for  giving head. The husband's a little leery, but
the frog goes, "Croak" and the  man sees it's big tongue. He decides to give
it a try and goes off with the frog  for a little privacy, while the wife
goes happily to bed. Two o'clock in the  morning the husband's still not in
bed. The wife goes looking for him and finds the  frog and her husband side by
side hunched over the kitchen table looking at cook  books. She asks what's
going on, and the husband says, 'I'll tell you what's  going on. If I can
somehow teach this fucking frog to cook, your ass is outta  here. That's
what's going on!!'" I give him a look, and then a little chuckle  because the
punch line was definitely unexpected, which is what makes a joke  funny. Not
all jokes are laugh out loud funny, ya know, but I like them all  anyway.


Chubby parks the Jeep at work and when we get out we  give a wave to Terry
and Lee, then Chubby goes over to put our lunch in the  cooler, and he'll
probably tell Lee the frog joke. Inside the locker room I see  Seth changing
into his work outfit. We bump fist grinning at each other, as Seth  excitedly
says, "Big mowers on the truck again today, Dylan." I go, "Do tell.  You
looking forward to cuming in your pants again, is that it?" He goes, "Yeah,
that's it exactly," and his body bumps against my side as he rubs my head.
I'd  like to give him a kiss right here and now because he's so cute and he
smells so  good. And, he's got a cute way about him as well. When changed into
our work  clothes we join the guys on the blacktop for a cigarette. Robby
comes out and  everything goes as usual. It's just another day on the job
except in the  equipment room Seth cuts his hand badly when it slips on a razor
sharp cardboard  flap. The flap is on the box of grass clipping bags, and
if you've ever cut  yourself on cardboard you know painful that is. His hand
is bleeding quite  a bit from a one inch flap of skin on the pad of his left
index finger.  It's just below the finger and bleeding badly so I press a
clean paper towel on  the cut tightly to stem the bleeding and I hold it
there to keep the paper towel  in place. Seth's face tells the story of his
pain, but he's not complaining,  just grimacing. Robby rushes over and takes a
look, saying, "Dammit, I feel bad  for you, Seth, that's gonna need
stitches." He using his cell phone to call his  boss and Chuck comes to the equipment
room a minute later. He gives the wound a  cursory look, and like it's no
big deal, mumbles, "I'll get one of the office  personnel to take you to the
emergency room." We're all concerned about Seth and  looking on as he sits
on the locker room bench. Then Chuck says to us,  "What the hell are the rest
of you guys gawking at, you all need to get to  work." Then he grabs a
sterile gauze pad from the first aid kit that's right  next to me, saying
sarcastically, "A fucking paper towel, Newman! Really?" He  replaces the paper
towel with the gauze and shows Seth how to apply pressure on  the wound with
Seth's other hand. Hey, it happened fast and I didn't see the  first aid kit,
so I'm thinking, 'How  'bout you go fuck yourself, Chuck.'

Chuck pats Seth's  shoulder, saying, "You'll be fine, son, it's a fucking
cut." Us guys are a  little bit appalled at Chuck's lack of compassion. Chuck
shouts,  "The rest  of you nitwits need to get working, like I told you.
Get your crew moving, Rob."  There's lots of blood so us guys are concerned as
we begin moving to get the  equipment we'll need today. Chuck nods at Seth,
muttering to us guys, "His hand  didn't get cut off, fer chrissakes, it's a
little boo-boo." With that, mister  personality goes back to doing whatever
it is he does. Robby shakes his head,  then tells us, "Load up guys. Seth,
you come with me, we'll go over to the  office and make sure somebody knows
to take you to the hospital." Seth goes,  "Thanks, and, um, thanks, Dylan,
the paper towel was the quickest way to slow  the bleeding. Don't listen to
Mister Tanner." Then to the guys in general, he  says, "Sorry for letting you
guys down this morning, especially with the heavy  work schedule we have
today. I promise I'll be out to help as quickly as I can  get there." Then as
he walks away with Robby, muttering to no one in particular,  "Who cuts
themselves on a piece of cardboard anyway? Christ, what a spastic I  am." We all
say, "It coulda happened to anybody," as he and Robby leave the  building.
I think Seth's more embarrassed than anything else, although it's  going to
hurt like hell getting that cut stitched up. Jerry says, "Seth will  have a
hard time operating the equipment with that area of his hand being really
tender from the cut and the stitches." I'm thinking he's right, and not just
for  this job, but bagging groceries on his other job too. He could have cut
himself  almost anywhere except the palm of his hand and still manage okay.
I'll think of  something because Seth definitely needs the money, which
means he needs to work.  There's no paid leaves for either of his jobs,
although I'm not sure about  workman's compensation since he was injured on the
job. As I'm starting up the  smaller walk behind mower I spot a roll of foam
rubber and put it under my arm.  Maybe it'll work somehow to relieve the
pressure on Seth cut hand when he's  operating the equipment.


During the first job  we all pitch in to make up for Seth's absence,
especially Robby, who as  supervisor doesn't normally work on the line all day. On
a normal day he does  about twice as much as any of the other supervisors,
but today it's full time.  I'm not sure what else is involved in the
supervisor's job, but whatever it is  Robby will have to do it after regular
working hours because he's going balls to  the wall this morning running the big
walk behind mower. After finishing the  landscaping of the first big property
we have our coffee break. No sign of Seth  so we're not in as upbeat a mood
as we were yesterday. Robby tries recreating  the atmosphere of yesterday
by telling a joke. He goes, "Little Janis was given  a tea set for her third
birthday and it became her favorite toy. She likes  playing like she's
having a tea party with her mom, but when her mom goes food  shopping she carries
tiny tea cups to her dad, who's watching a baseball game on  TV. He drinks
each tiny cup of water pretending it's delicious tea and  complimenting his
little girl. This goes on all afternoon until the mom comes  home. Janis
excitedly tells her mom about the afternoon tea party with daddy.  The mom
looks at he husband funny so he wants to know why. The mom says, "You  realize
of course she's too short to reach any water except water from the  toilet
bowl." Lee says, "Good try, boss, but ya need some sex or curse words in  a
joke to get it to pop." Robby shrugs, "It's a joke I heard in the supervisors
meeting this morning." No one is in the mood for jokes this morning because
one  of out team got injured, and especially because of the alarming amount
of blood,  like maybe he cut a vein or something. Add to that the fact
we're all working  our asses off trying to stay on schedule being shorthanded,
and so jokes just  don't seem as funny as they normally do.

Halfway through the  second job Seth gets dropped off by Chuck Tanner.
Robby and I go over to him and  even though he looks a little pale, he says he's
fine. I talked with Robby  earlier about letting Seth do my leaf blower
duty all day because that can be  done with one hand. There's a strap over your
shoulder and you can guide the  blower with one hand, it's not ideal but it
can be done that way. Robby liked  that idea for at least today and
tomorrow. By Thursday or Friday maybe Seth can  use the foam rubber to cushion the
pressure on his hand while walking and  guiding the smaller walk behind
mower. Somebody's got to do these easier jobs  and they usually are assigned to
a different guy each day to lighter his  workload one day a week, but none
of the guys will mind giving up their turn of  a lighter workload to help out
one of our crew. At least Seth can stay on  the crew although that's quite
a bandage wrapped around his hand. We get through  the day okay. It makes us
all feel bad seeing Seth winching whenever his injured  hand gets jarred,
although we never hear a peep out of him... no complaints, no  woe is me, no
nothing, he just works as hard as he can. Sweaty and tired we ride  back to
home base with Seth leaning against my side. I put my arm across his
shoulder and he actually goes to sleep even with all the noise surrounding us.
His shit-box car has an automatic transmission so he can operate that with one
 hand too. After we change into street clothes I put Seth's work uniform in
the  bag with Chubby's and mine telling Seth it's one less thing he'll need
to deal  with tonight. He doesn't even argue, just says he'll do the next
wash for the  three of us. Off he goes, and Chubby's like, "Let's get going,
bro, two days of  these big properties is enough for me. I'm beat."


Back at the condos I  take my time in the shower and then remember Bean and
Dawg are due at  five-thirty for haircuts so I get out of the shower and
dry quickly. Grabbing  the first clean pair of underwear, t-shirt, and shorts
I see I get dressed  walking to the living room. It's twenty of six so,
hmmm, the  posse boys are usually on time. I peek out the window and see Bean
sitting on  the front stoop. Tapping on the window gets his attention and he
sees me  grinning at him. Bean gives me a the middle finger grinning a damn
cute grin  back at me. Boys shine when they smile or grin. I open the door
and he's like,  "Hi, Dylan, I wasn't sure you were home from work. Then I saw
the Jeep at the  curb so I didn't know what the fuck to think." I say, "I'm
sorry for keeping you  waiting, Bean, come on in, dude." He does and we
automatically do the posse  greeting with me ruffling his hair, asking, "You
ready for Ray's mandated short  burr haircut?" He says, "No, not really,
although that doesn't make any  difference to Ray." In the basement Bean goes
right to the half bath taking his  shirt off on the way. He drops his shirt on
the toilet seat lid and plops his  ass down in the chair that's facing away
from the sink. I tilt the chair back  and turn on the water. Bean looks at
me, asking, "Do you think you can do what  we talked about at the softball
game?" and for the first time I see Bean blush.  It's cute because shy is often
cute. Bean is rarely shy, but just now he's  referring to his request for a
blow job and that has him blushing. Bean's a  virgin apparently and anxious
to experience something that has to do with  sex.


As far as I'm  concerned I can do oral sex, or leave it, where Bean's
concerned, but since this  is the closest thing to sex that I experienced the
past two days I'll probably  do it. What the hell, it's no big deal, and I like
Bean. Also I feel bad for him  because he's over eighteen years old and
never had so much as a taste of sex,  gay or straight. To tease him, I asks,
"Um, Bean, are you referring to oral  sex?" He nods his head blushing a deeper
shade of red. Us guys break each other's balls all the time, but  never in
a mean spirited way, so I pretend I misunderstood what he asked me at  the
softball game, and say, "So, you want to blow me and suck my cock, is that
it?" He shakes his head 'no' emphatically pointing to me, then himself. I
ask,  "What, are we doing pantomime now?" Again he shakes his head 'no', then
says,  "Ah, I was hoping you would do it to me, Dylan." Running my fingers
through his dry hair, I say, "If you're really sure you want to, Bean, I'll do
it for you  because I like you." He mutters, "Thanks, I like you a lot too,
but you won't  tell anyone, will you?" I go, "Word of honor, Bean," as I
ruffle his hair again  enjoying the feel of his hair and scalp. Also it's sexy
how the guys sit here  docilely and allow me access to their person. Hmmm,
Bean's kinda turning me on a  little tonight. How odd is that? I'm taking my
time wetting his brown hair the  same length Devon's was, about an inch and
a half on top and touching his ears  on the sides. When his hairs soaking
wet, laying flat on his head, I begin  massaging in the shampoo getting a
nice lather going. I enjoy touching guy's,  and I like making them happy too.
Bean's very average looking, but most guy's  have one or two especially nice
features in their face. In Bean's case it's his  narrow, perfectly shaped
eyebrows and his pretty hazel eyes with longish  eyelashes. Like I said, most
guys around our age have something special about  their faces even when the
rest of their face might be plain like Beans. He also  has a few blemishes,
red spots actually, that ruin what would otherwise be very  nice, smooth and
tight facial skin. His nose, mouth, and chin are out of  proportion, each
one being either too small or too big. Nose and chin being too  big in Bean's
case, and his mouth is too small, but like I said, overall he's  average
looking. Almost all guys fall into that category of average, obviously,  and
then there are the lucky ones who's genes worked out especially well
creating nice looks and even awesomely cute looks on some. The parent's mixture  of
genes over centuries and centuries dictate who the lucky ones are as far as
 appearance, and who are the average ones are, and who unfortunately fall
short  of average.&


Bean mutters, "This feels good, Dylan.  It's not awkward now having you
shampooing my hair because you're gay. If Dawg  or one of the posse boys was
doing it, it'd be too weird, ya know?" I ask,  "Where is Dawg? I thought he
was coming with you." He scratches his nose,  mumbling, "I don't know, he
didn't text me so I just came myself." I wonder if  Bean purposely didn't pick
Dawg up because he want's to get blown? Haha. Yeah,  and it probably took a
lot of guts for Bean to ask me to suck his dick, and to  actually follow
through with it, if he does. I wonder how he worked-up the  courage? I'm not
insinuating that Bean's gay because I don't believe he is, but  many teens
won't admit they're gay even to themselves, and even when they know  in their
hearts they are gay. There's still a stigma attached to it in society,
although things are much better in parts of America then they used to be. After
rinsing the shampoo out and then roughly towel drying his hair, I finish
drying  it with the hairdryer brushing his hair back from his forehead. Bean
isn't  attractive, but he's a guy so I have the urge to kiss his lips, but I
don't.  Instead I pat his shoulder, saying, "All done," and he mumbles,
"Thanks, that  was nice. Heh heh, I wish my hair grew faster so it needed cutting
more often. I  really like being pampered like this." As we're walking over
to the barber  stool, he goes, "Ya know, my mom gives me twenty bucks for my
haircut and I feel  bad not splitting it with you." I'm thinking he'd feel
bad taking the money from  his mom in the first place, but that's none of my
business, so I say, "Buy me a  Coke at the basketball game tomorrow night."
He sits on the stool, "You got  yourself a deal, Dylan." The clippers get
turned on and Bean's hair is soon  falling all around him covering his
shoulders, back, and lap. It's a real short  haircut that doesn't look
particularly good on Bean because he doesn't have  dense hair. With his hair this short
you can see his pink scalp in between the  hairs. Done his haircut I ruffle
through the short bristle of hair on his head  dislodging tiny clippings,
and them brush his shoulders, back and chest with the  palms of my hand. Bean
has an average looking slightly skinning body to go with  his average
looks, but it's a guy's body so it kinda turns me on. I'm feeling  all over his
torso, supposedly brushing the hair clippings off him. I sort of lean into
his back  while brushing over the little bit of hair on his chest and I need
to fight the  urge to kiss the side  of his face. Bean has a slight natural
scent that's  pleasant, but not especially sexy. Still, I'm becoming
strangely turned-on by  him. He's taller than me so that makes him look thinner too.
Wanting to feel  more of him I squeeze the back of his neck, then run my
fingers up the back of  his head feeling sexual aroused.


I need to put forth a  concerted effort to make myself stop rubbing my
hands all over him. Stepping  back, I do a fake cough hoping I wasn't too
obvious with all the touching, then  say, "Well, Bean, it's all done finally. Um,
I think I got all the hair clipping  off you." Bean mutters, "Thanks,
Dylan," as he stands and then does what  everybody does, he rubs his head with the
palm of his hand, mumbling, "Jesus,  that's short." Relived my touching
didn't bother him, I go, "You can thank Ray  for it being that short, Bean, not
me." He says, "None of us blame you, Dylan,  we know you're just following
orders. It's funny but some of the guys are saying  they wish you were our
leader. All these years following Ray, we might be ready  for a change." I'm
like, "Whoa, pump the breaks on that thought, Bean. I  appreciate the
backing of the guys, but I'm happy to just be a rookie posse  member and the
posse's personal barber." What I don't say is, 'and the posse's  personal sex
counselor'. Bean goes, "Yeah, I hear ya, it's just these short burr  haircuts
that have got the guys grumbling. Um, do we do the other thing now?"  I'm
strangely anxious to suck his cock by now, so I grin, "Sure, drop your
shorts," and he takes off his shorts and underwear quickly, like before he can
change his mind maybe. Wow, Bean's got himself a long penis and low hanging
nuts  with a tidy patch of dark pubic hairs. He says, "I showered before coming
over,  Dylan, so I'd be clean as possible." I mumble, "That's nice of you,
Bean," as  I'm staring at his long thin legs. They're very sexy looking. Not
much hair on  the calves and none on his thighs. Long narrow feet to go
along with his long  thin cock. Looking at Bean, I say, "You got yourself a
nice package there." He  plays with himself a little, mumbling, "Yeah, Ray's
the only one with a bigger  cock than me." I go, "Didn't someone tell me you
had a small dick?" and he's  like, "That's what they kid me about, meaning
it's the opposite. Did ya ever see  a thinner dick then this?" as he stretches
it out making me adjust my junk. I  shrug, "I haven't seen that many dicks,
but no, I don't believe I've ever seen a  thinner noodle."


He appears much more at ease  than I expected. He's just standing there
messing with his cock. Then he asks,  "Um, I'm real interested to see what a
blow job feels like, so...?" I go, "Yeah,  okay," as I go down on my knees and
take his cock from his fingers to stroke it  a few time. Bean goes up on
his toes making hissing noises through his teeth.  "Jesus!" he yells, "No one
has ever touched my dick before. That feels awesome."  I lick the head a few
times, disappointed he doesn't have a scent that registers  more with me.
Taking it in my mouth, I lick the head and suck on two inches of  the shaft
as Bean's hands go right to my head with him moaning loudly, "Ooooh,  ummm,
umm, oooh." His cock is firming up fast so I guess he's randy as hell, so
much so that even a gay guy's tongue and lips on his dick is sexy to him.
Jesus!  His cock is filling with erectile fluids quicker than I've ever seen
before, and  it's really turning me on. With me licking and sucking his boner
Bean can't  stand still as he grunts and groans while rubbing my head. Seeing
him getting so  sexually aroused has a strong effect on me too, and my cock
firms up tightly.  What the hell's going on here? Bean's never seemed sexy
to me before. All I can  smell is the bath gel on him now, and he sure looks
clean, so that's nice  although I don't mind a little raunch now and then.
I don't mind much of  anything about most guys around my age. I reach behind
him and squeeze his  fairly flat butt cheeks thinking about putting my
finger in his ass, but I'm  afraid it'll scare him, and the way I feel right now
it might cause me to cum in  my pants too. So for those two reasons I don't
finger fuck him, although I  really want to. "Oooh, Dylan, this is
awesome!" He moves his feet constantly as  his cock is boned-up really hard already,
so I push my head forward on his boner  and take it easily into my throat.
Feels good going down too, and tastes  awesome. I push my head forward on
his boner some more and go until my nose  presses against his belly surrounded
by his fine pubic hairs. Working my throat  muscles on his cock for only
about five seconds when Bean screeches out and  steps back pulling his thin
boner from my throat, and then out of my mouth  altogether leaving a string of
precum in it's wake. He strokes it twice, arches  his back, moaning,
"Aaaasah," as a long stream of cum shoots over my shoulder. I  walk forward on my
knees and take his cock, with his fist still around it, and  suck a long
stream of cum from his balls as he flops around and again pulls his  cock from
my mouth. It's a damn good thing I'm experienced or my teeth might  have
done some damage to his nice cock when he keeps yanking it out of my  mouth.


Bean's still stroking out  drools of cum that run over his fingers. His
face is red and his lips are  tightly together as he strokes himself moaning
quietly. I gotta give him props  because he had an awesome volume to that
orgasm. I'm moving my tongue around in  my mouth tasting his cum and deciding it
has a pleasant flavor of some sort, but  I can't put a name to it other
than Bean's cum taste.  He's puffing his  cheeks out still stroking his cock,
but now he's lightly massaging his balls as  well, then he rubs all around
his groin area. I stand up trying not to laugh as  Bean's shaking his head
like he can't talk right now. A chuckle does slip out of  me as I rub his very
short hair grinning at him. He smiles now, pointing at me,  "That was beyond
belief, Dylan! Holy shit, I never had anything like that, um,  climax or
whatever it's called. Oh, man, there's still sizzling around my nuts  and
dick." I shrug, "That might have been the quickest orgasm I've ever seen,
Bean,"  but then remember Connor's first premature ejaculation and concede  that
one edges out even Bean's. Bean says, "Would you ever consider doing this
again, Dylan? You know, if I ask pretty please." I'm shocked, "Right now, you
 mean?" He goes, "Good god, no! I won't be able to work another load up for
a day  or two. My balls were right up against my body and they felt hard as
golf balls,  and it scared the shit outta me at first, and then ka boom!
What an awesome  fucking climax. My nuts have never been this drained. You
swallowed my cock and  there was suction when I first tried pulling it out of
your throat." I'm picking  up his underwear and handing it to him, thinking
I'd love to feel that long thin  boner of his up my ass. He puts on his
underwear, looks at his hand with cum on  it, and asks, "Can I use the bathroom
to wash my hand?" Crazy question. I go,  "Of course you can, Bean, what the
fuck's the matter with you?" He giggles, "I'm  not thinking straight, Dylan.
Jesus, you swallowed my dick." He walks over to  the half bath still lightly
playing with his gentiles. I'd like to have licked  the cum off his hand,
but he's too much of a novice for that. Damn, that was  more fun than I
expected and I've got the boner to prove it. Short and sweet, so  damn right I'll
do it again. Wonder if he'll go for something a little sexier  next time?


He comes out of the bath all  smiles. "Thanks, Dylan, it was better than I
ever imagined. I was nervous, ya  know?" I say, "Well, you hid it real good
because you seemed calm, cool, and  collected to me." He's putting his
shorts on, still excited, "Nope, I was so  nervous I almost chickened-out, but
I'm sure glad I didn't." He's always been a  likable kid, although not
necessarily the sharpest knife in the drawer. He asks,  "Well, would you, Dylan?
You know, blow me again some time." I say, "Sure, Bean.  Ya wanna try
something else too?" He asks, "What?" and I shrug, figuring I can't  jump right in
suggesting he fuck me, so I say, "I don't know, how about  kissing?" He
laughs, "Um, no! Haha, you're pulling my chain, right?" I tell him,  "No, not
really. Gay guys kiss just like straight guys kiss their girls."  Tucking his
shirt in, he says, "No offense, but I'm not gay. Hey, you sucking my  cock,
does that make me a little bit gay?" I go, "Don't be silly," and pat his
back, "You're a good guy, Bean, that's what matters most." He thinks for a
second, then says, "Okay, I'm being unfair. Just because I'm not gay doesn't
mean a gay guy like you doesn't want a kiss," and he leans right down and
does a  nice three second kiss on my lips, totally surprising me. "How was
that, Dylan?"  I say, "Perfect, Bean, thanks for the kiss," and before I can
suggest more, I  hear my doorbell ring. It's too early for Sonny. Bean and I
look at each other,  then he says, "Maybe it's Dawg." We go upstairs together
and it is indeed Dawg.  All three of us do the posse one arm hug and pat on
the back, bumping fist at  the same time, then Dawg asks, "What happened,
Bean? You said you'd pick me up."  Dawg is so soft spoken and sweet. He looks
like a bad ass with piercing's and  tattoos, but he's actually the opposite.
They discuss who should have texted  who, and then Dawg says to me, "Oh,
Dylan, I've got  Bean's baseball glove  in the car. I meant to bring it up
here with me. Please run down and get it for  me. Here's the keys," then he
asks Bean about something and I'm thinking, 'What  the fuck?' and then remember
I'm a posse rookie. I smile to myself, as I  mumble, "Sure thing, Dawg,"
and grin all the way down the steps to retrieve the  glove and bring it back
up to Dawg. It strikes me as so funny how comfortable  Dawg was sending me on
his errand. Dawg says, "Thanks, Dylan. Just give it to  Bean," and as I
hand the glove to Bean, Dawg asks me, "You locked the car again,  right?" I
blurt out a laugh, then say, "Yeah, but do you want me to run down and  double
check?" In his quiet way, he says, "Oh, no thank you, I trust you." Bean
pats us on the back on his way out. We watch him go for a second, then Dawg,
asks, "You ready, Dylan? I've got dinner at home pretty soon." I indeed am
ready. Like Bean, Dawg is seeming sexy to me too, and I don't get it. I've
never  considered either one of them sexy before tonight.


I'm pretty sure Dawg isn't up  for a blow job, but I wish he was.
Downstairs he takes his shirt off and now I  remember he's got sort of a square
torso. Well, he's short and kinda thick all  over, but with some good muscle
definition. It's not the body type that normally  turns me on although I'm
definitely feeling something. That's weird, especially  because he's got a half
dozen tattoos and about the same number of piercing's,  which normally is a
major turn-off for me. He sits in the shampoo chair and as  I'm running my
fingers through his brown hair I'm thinking about the first  haircut I gave
him. It was at the beginning of the summer when he had a bushy  ponytail.
Damn, it was fun cutting through all that thick hair. A couple of the  guys cut
off a lot of Dawg's hair with scissors before I started his haircut,  but
there was still plenty of hair left to cut down short. Man, that reminds me
of the time Dodger cut Vinnie's long hair really short. Dodger had a boner
poking out the front of his pants the whole time he was cutting. His cock was
a  fat, hard four inch tent poll during the entire haircut. Looking at
Dawg's  piercing's, I ask, "Do you know what a Price Albert is?" Dawg says,
"Yep, a  pierced dick, but I'd never get one." Fuck, I'm worried about it even
more now  that even Dawg wouldn't get one. I was hoping he'd say he had one
and I could  take a look. I have this squirmy feeling about Dawg for some
reason and I'd cum  in my pants if I could suck his cock with a PA in it.
Damn!. This is like  something I never felt for Dawg before. I need to adjust my
junk. My hand is on  his shoulder as I'm wetting his hair and staring at his
face. It's almost a cute  face, but not quite. He's just starting to grow
some hair on his chest and  there's the beginnings of whiskers on his face.
Actually his body looks kind of  interesting now that I look at it again.
I'll bet he's really hung too, and I  don't know why I even think that.
Something about his build maybe. Actually, if  I didn't have a boyfriend or two and
Dawg came on to me, it'd be so hot if he  turned out to be dominant with me
in sex, especially with his soft spoken voice.  I can just imagine him
quietly telling me, 'Get naked, then get the fuck down on  all fours, and get
your ass over here on your hands and knees. You'll start with  rimming my
hairy asshole.' Then he's tell me in an even quieter voice, "I want  that entire
tongue of yours up my ass or you'll get whipped.' Ha ha, what a  fantasy.
Yeah, but I'm springing a hard boner again just thinking about it. Dawg
dominating my ass, oh my God that would be so hot and sexy! And then his big
cock, hard as a rock after I sucked it and licked his big hairy balls, would
be  shoved up my ass. Dammit, I've got to adjust my boner sideways. Wonder
why I  never noticed how sexy Dawg was earlier, or Bean for that  matter?


Stretching out Dawg's shampoo  as long as I dare, I then rinse and dry his
hair and massage his scalp a little.  He quietly says, "I'm really getting
into these shampoos and haircuts that you  give, Dylan. You're really awesome
to do this for us posse boys." I say, "I like  doing it for you guys, Dawg.
Um, am I the only gay guy you know?" He says,  "Well, Ray's bi, but other
than that, yeah, just you." I'm not going to lead him  on because that's not
my style, but I'd jump at the chance to experience hot sex  with a quiet
dominant Dawg. Man, if my fantasy about him were true it'd be the  hottest sex
I've ever had. That thought makes my dick move even though it's so  hard
it's almost aching. It's strange I never thought of sex and Dawg in the  same
sentence before. I'm certainly not going to suggest anything sexy to him,  or
anybody else, because someone has to approach me with the suggesting of
sex,  or at least hint that they'd like to mess around sexily with me. I never
ask.  Hmmm, yeah that's true, except for that time with John in Wildwood.
Something  about him is so exciting and sexy, but oh fuck, a PA in my dick? I
don't know  about that. Maybe I'm chickening out with that the same way
Devon chickened-out  about fucking me.


When Dawg hops up onto the  barber stool I squeeze the back of his neck,
then rub his shoulders as my cock  throbs. Dammit, I'm horny! I ask, "Is it
okay to give you Ray's mandated  haircut? I need to hear it from you, Dawg."
He's like, "Oh yeah, definitely! I'm  digging that super short haircut. I
think it goes with my look, you know, my  tattoos and piercing's and all."
Squeezing the back of his neck again and  running my hand up the back of his
head, it's obvious I'm horny as hell, and  apparently me blowing Bean only
increased my horniness. I refuse to take  advantage of Dawg though, even if I
could. As I'm cutting his hair he seems  sexier and sexier to me for whatever
reason. He's not quite cute, but he is  certainly an individual who does a
lot of things his way, and he does it even  though none of his friends have
the tattoos or piercing's, certainly not to the  extent Dawg takes it. And
along that same line of thinking, how about all those  years Dawg had a
ponytail just because he felt like it... he's a confident kid  even though he's
quiet. His unusual body scent is really getting to me too, and  there's
something else that's attractive to me about him, but what is it? Maybe  it's that
he's obviously not the slightest bit interested in anything sexual I  could
bring to him.


Finished cutting the hairs on  the sides and back of his head I can't
resist giving his shoulders a hug and  bumping my head against his, asking, "How
you holding up, Dawg?" I'd like to  press my face against his and have his
tongue in my mouth, that's what I'd like.  He quietly and casually goes,
"Good Dylan, I'm doing good," so I give his  shoulders another hug and take a
big inhale of his scent right next to his head.  My cock is so hard it never
stops throbbing, and what the fuck is wrong with me  tonight anyway? Luckily
my attention and physical contact with Dawg doesn't  appear to annoy him, or
please him. He's totally nonplus just sitting there  apparently unconcerned
about any of this. Dawg rarely, if ever, starts a  conversation so it's
quiet in here except for the buzzing of the clippers as I'm  cutting his hair
very short on top. I'm still puzzled about the way Dawg is  turning me on
without doing anything except being exactly who he always is. I  just never
noticed his scent before, maybe that's it. It gets so crazy that when  I'm
outlining around his ears with the trimmers, moving his ear safely out of  the
way, the feel of his ear between my fingers almost makes me shoot off a load
in my pants. When totally done the haircut I spend way more time then
necessary  rubbing his body, supposedly removing hair clippings. His body feels
so sexy to  me. Not a single hair clipping remains on him as I brush his
chest one more  time. Wanting to feel more of him,  I massage his neck and then
his scalp.  Dawg sits there, his body loose, seemingly without a care in the
world. He  doesn't question my actions or complain about them, just sits
there patiently  waiting for me to tell him when I've finished. I wonder if
he'd just sit there  waiting patiently until I'm finished sucking his cock
too? With all my limited  willpower, I stop touching him, saying, "That will do
it, Dawg." He slides of  the stool, quietly saying, "Thank you, Dylan, that
was the best haircut I ever  got. I really liked the massage too. I'm all
tingly and feeling good." He puts  his shirt on, then looks in the mirror. I
was so busy fondling him I never  passed the handheld mirror to him, and
naturally he'd never ask for it. I still  have a nice-feeling boner in my
pants, but I'm kinda ashamed of myself that I  got carried away like that with
innocent Dawg.


He runs his hand over his  head, and says, "So cool looking, Dylan. Thanks
again." He's such a nice kid.  Most of the posse boys are, but why all of a
sudden am I so hot for Dawg and  Bean?  Oh, I just had a thought. Could it
be Dawg kinda captivated  me when he, in his quiet manner, sent me on that
errand? He did it so  naturally, without giving it a second thought. It was
just, 'Run down to my car  and fetch that glove for me.' And when I got back
he casually told me, 'Give it  to Bean,' and then he checked to make sure his
errand boy remembered to lock his  car after fetching the glove. God, I
need to adjust my junk! Dawg looks me in  the eyes, and says, "The boys are
meeting at Sunnydales later tonight to hang  out, so I think you better plan on
that too." I almost have another accident in  my pants when he says that.
I grunt out, "Yes, Dawg," and he puts his hand  on my shoulder, asking, "Are
you alright, Dylan? You look different or  something." I want to suck his
cock or rim his ass so bad it hurts, but mostly I  want him to smack my ass
and fuck me. I gulp, "Um, tough day a work today. I'm  good." He points at me
grinning, "Be there tonight, no excuses. You were gone  for a week, I
wouldn't want to see you get suspended." He grips my shoulder,  surprising me
with his strength, and says, "You're awesome." Letting go, he  takes a deep
breath, and says, "It's been great, but I gotta get home for  dinner. Thanks
again." My eyes follow him across the floor, then I catch up to  him and
follow him closely up the steps. He's got an awesome ass. Funny I never  noticed
it before. At the front door we do the posse goodbye one arm hug, which  I
probably did a little too much of, but it doesn't faze Dawg. He says, "See
you  tonight," and he's gone. I shut the door with an overwhelming desire to
jerk  off.


I don't jerk off though,  instead I go out on the balcony and smoke a
cigarette trying to figure out  what's going through my head. For one thing, I
need to admit I'm horny. I  started off this morning saying it doesn't bother
me at all not having sex  yesterday, which is obviously an inaccurate
assessment on my part. And now,  except for that wicked fast, albeit enjoyable
oral sex with Bean, there isn't  going to be any sex for me tonight either. Not
if Sonny shows up with Jamison  Coyle like he plans to. Then there's Dawg,
right after my oral sex with Bean,  sending me on an errand without batting
an eye, it was like, 'Of course you'll  run this errand for me, now get
moving'. Well, that's slightly embellished, but  it's how my submissive side
must have interpreted it. The question is: will Dawg  still seem sexy to me
tonight if I in fact go to Sunnydales, which I doubt I  will? Maybe I'll go
just to see if Dawg still turns me on. Flicking my cigarette  butt off my
forehead, cursing under my breath, I realize I'm hungry. Whipping my  cell phone
out I see that Chubby texted me about dinner forty-five minutes ago.  I text
him explaining about the posse boy haircuts and he informs me he  ordered a
pizza for us so I need to get my ass upstairs because the pizza  will be
here any minute. So, that's what I do.


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