Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2014 21:42:31 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 75 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 75 by Donny Mumford On my way up the outdoor staircase to Chubby's condo for dinner, I'm still shocked at how horny I felt tonight with Bean and Dawg while shampooing and cutting their hair. I've decided it's because I've been without sex for over forty-eight hours now. This morning I was sure the lack of sex was no problem, that I'd taken a big leap of maturity in putting sex in it's proper place. You know, sex is awesome, but not mandatory every friggin' day. I was sure I'd finally matured enough that I can have really good days even wi thout sex as part of my everyday life. Sex wouldn't any longer be ruling most of my waking thoughts. That analysis was obviously premature, not mature. I was just fooling myself. The thing is, back in the days when Ryan was here, between him and Robby I was having sex three or four times a day. It got to be routine, then Ryan moved and I needed to adjust to lesser sexual outlets. Hell, it dropped down to once a day with occasionally two bagger's, but not too often. So I was getting by, but the longing was still there and building and building, and then no sex to speak of yesterday or today, and little prospects for any tonight. That must be why I now find myself horny for guys I never thought were sexy before. This is an emergency situation I find myself in. If I go to Sunnydales like Dawg more or less ordered me to, I know I'll be nagging Ray for sex and I hate the thought of that. Like I said though, this is an emergency situation. The thought of Ray's mushroom-headed cock plowing back and forth in my ass is irresistible. And that's even though I know he's going to be pissed off at me for rejecting him a couple of days ago so he'll probably make be beg. They'll be a hard spanking involved too probably, although that appeals to me in my needy condition. The lecture from Ray will be the hardest part to endure, but emergencies are emergencies and call for unusual action. If only Sonny wasn't bringing his motorbike friend with him tonight he'd give me the hot dominant fuck I need right about now. Robby's at that stupid meeting his over zealous father called for tonight. And you know, I can't get that fantasy out of my head of sweet Dawg giving me hard dominant sex while speaking in his quiet voice. Jesus, there I go again springing another boner, 'cause I just know Dawg's hung like a horse. Letting myself in Chubby's condo, I see him talking on his cell phone out on the balcony. First thing I do is look in the refrigerator for a beer to calm my nerves. Naturally this would be is the first time in memory Tris doesn't have any beer on hand. I'll settle for a cigarette, but walking towards the balcony, the front doorbell chimes. Answering it I see a fairly sexy delivery guy holding a pizza box. He's got very blue eyes, a scruffy short blond beard and broad shoulders. Average looking and short, but at the moment he look smoldering hot to me. I give him a great smile, saying, "Hey, wassup?" He frowns, "Whaddya think's up? You ordered a pizza, and I need $12.95," and then he burps disgustingly. It's a long rolling burp and he doesn't even cover his mouth while it's coming out. Crude! Overlooking that small flaw, I ask, "You related to Tom Prentice by any chance?" He pushes the pizza box at me, muttering, "No, $12.95 is what you owe me." Hmmm, I take the box, saying, "Reason I ask is you're kinda, um, cool looking like Tom." He says, "$12.95," so I put the box down and take out my wallet staring him in the eyes. He looks back defiantly so I avert my eyes and, frowning I check my money situation. Pulling out a ten and a five, I hand it to him, mumbling, "Keep the change." He takes the money, "Thanks, sport," turns and goes down the steps. What an midget asshole! After turning the oven on, I go out on the balcony and give Chubby a tight hug and a kiss, then rub his hair. He's still on the phone though, so I light a cigarette and wait. Chubby holds his hand out and after I take a deep drag I pass him the cigarette. It's a beautiful summer night and I just wish I could enjoy it, but I'm so horny I'm playing pocket ball with myself. Chubby says goodbye to whoever he was talking to, and I say, "You look hot, bro, ya got a date tonight?" Chubby grins, "Not a date exactly, I'm taking Gina and her brother to the mall. Her brother wants to buy some stuff for school and he's under the misconception I'm cool and can advise him on what he should buy." I go, "You are cool, Gina's brother's got good taste. Um, didn't you tell me he might be gay?" Chubby shrugs, "I probably mentioned how touch feelie he is with me, but I'm not suggesting he's gay, not that there's anything wrong with that." I give a thought to going with Chubby tonight, but Sonny and his friend are coming over for haircuts a little later. I go, "The pizza's here. I turned the over on so we can crisp the soggy crust." Delivered pizzas steam in the box on the way here so we reheat it in a hot oven for a few minutes. When we're done the cigarette Chubby flicks it a country mile and we go inside to put some slices of pizza in the oven. While we wait Chubby opens two Cokes and hands me one, I ask, "No beer tonight?" Chubby shakes his head, "A rare time mom doesn't have beers on hand, sorry, bro." We eat the whole pizza in twenty minutes as we discuss our job and the coming semester at Merrimack. Chubby says, "College will seem like a vacation to me after working two jobs all summer." I nod my head at him feeling itchy all over, especially my rectum so I'm squirming in the seat wondering if I've ever been this horny before. It's like the perfect storm in that I've had no sex for two days, with weeks of constant urges for more then once a day sex, and then having two 'straight' guys in front of me who I can touch while shampooing and giving them haircuts, but with no hope of anything more intimate. It's all combined to ratchet-up my horniness to unheard of levels. Well, I did have the five second blow job with Bean and his one kiss, but that didn't help at all because it just made me want more and highlighted what I'm missing. Chubby says, "You seem antsy tonight, Dylan. Is anything the matter?" I almost ask him to fuck me, but thank God I don't. I mean, how pathetic would that be? The thought of Chubby seeing me as desperate as that for sex would be humiliating to me. He'd do it if I asked him, I have no doubt about that, but I'm never going to take advantage of our friendship and love in that way. I say, "Tough day at work with Seth getting hurt and all, it's upsetting." He asks, "Anything extra going on between you and Seth?" I go, "Yeah, I really like him and, you know, the hard life he leads and all that. It's sad." He nods his head, "Reminds me of Connor in many ways. It's not fair, but both of then couldn't have a better friend than you." I take some solace in hearing that, and mutter, "Thanks, but you're a good friend to them too." Chubby's gotta get going, so we do a quick hug with some pats on the back, as Chubby's muttering, "Love ya, bro," and I wander downstairs feeling comforted by Chubby's love. In my condo, as I twirling the ring on my finger that Robby gave me, I again give a thought to jerking off. The thing is, like the quick oral sex with Bean, I'm afraid jerking off will just make me hornier. Jerking off got me through about five years of my earlier life, but then fat Carl fucked me and after that jerking off seemed a faint shadow of sexual pleasure, so faint it's almost not worth the effort. Downstairs I sweep up the hair clippings and neaten the half bath. I'm not sure if seeing Sonny and his friend will be a good thing or make it worse, finally concluding that of course it'll make it worse. What I need to do right now is limit my pathetic behavior for this evening to only Ray. Why make a fool out of myself with Sonny when there's no way we can have sex with his friend here. Of course, there's always the chance his friend will back-out of getting a home haircut from someone he doesn't even know. Hey, there's a good chance of that now that I think about it. I sure as hell wouldn't do it if I were Jamison. Yeah, a ray of hope not named Ray. I find myself unconsciously smelling the back of my hand and wrist a few time, and getting pissed off at myself for picking up that habit from my short encounter with Dougie Hamilton that day in Stop and Shop. That kid might have the sexiest scent I've ever detected. Man, but thinking of him does nothing to reduce my horniness. I'm smelling the back of my wrist again when the doorbell rings. Okay, here's hoping it's just Sonny. Opening the front door there's hot Sonny with his mischievous cute grin. He reaches over and twists my ear, saying, "How ya doing, hottie?" We do the posse greeting, but I've got both arms around him with the side of my face next to his, inhaling his scent and kissing the side of his head. He whispers, "No, Dylan, Jamison's with me," and over his shoulder I see a kid coming up the steps glaring at us. Letting go of Sonny, who steps back, and quietly tells me, "Get a fucking grip, will ya." My cock percolates in my pants as I blush at Sonny's admonishment. Waiting for Jamison to get up here I smell the back of my hand staring at him. He's about Chubby's height, stocky body, with light brown, curly, short whiskers. The pale whiskers are only on his chin and upper lip. He's not what I'd call cute so much as sexy and smoking hot. A full head of light brown hair that covers both ears, although I can see a hanging earring below the hair, a silver ring, in his left ear. No smile from him just a wipe under his nose with his index finger, then he says, "You must be Dylan, I'm Jamison Doyle, don't call me Jamie," and he holds out his fist for me to bump. I bump his fist with mine, muttering, "Dylan Newman, nice to meet you." He asks Sonny, "Does this dude always greet you like that?" Sonny blushes, mumbling, "He's got a crush on me, what can I say?" Jamison says, "Oh yeah, that's right, you're a butt pirate, right?" I go, "A what?" and he says, "No offense, dude, you're homosexual, good for you." His eyes are awesomely dark and smoldering. He has smallish super white teeth and full lips that go perfectly with his hot looks and body. My cock twitches, as I mutter, "Yes, I am. Does that bother you?" He shrugs, "I'm here, ain't I? It couldn't bother me that much. Don't get all defensive on me, okay?" I shrug, not knowing what else to do. He says, "My home boy here says you're good people and that's good enough for me." I mumble, "Come on in," and they do as Sonny tries to get something across to me with his eyes. I don't know what that something is though. Inside, to have something to say, I ask, "What kind of haircut do you want, Jamison?" He says, "You're the expert, you tell me." Sonny must realize I'm a little out of it tonight, as he pats my shoulder, prompting me with, "Should we go downstairs now, Dylan?" I go, "Oh, yeah, sure," and Sonny leads the way with Jamison following him and me bringing up the rear, asking, "You thinking of a real short haircut like Sonny's?" Jamison looks over his should and goes, "Gawd no! What else ya got?" I hate when guys expect me to read their minds, so I say, "Can you give me a clue what you're thinking about here? There's a hundred haircuts I could give you, they range from a trim to hair as short as Sonny's. Narrower it down for me a little." At the bottom of the steps, Jamison says, "You're a little bit touchy, ain't ya. Is that a gay thing?" I don't take offense, instead I chuckle, "Damn if I know. I just don't know what you have in mind." He says, "Let's start with the awesome shampoo my main man here says you do, and we'll come to a meeting of the minds while you're doing that. I want a different look than what I got now, so we can start there." I go to touch his hair, and quick as a cat, he gets me around the neck and bends me over to bring my head down to his, and with his whiskers tickling the side of my chin, he says, "And no passes at me while we're doing this, right?" He's strong as a bull, I mutter, "Absolutely no passes, Jamison." He lets go of me, pats my shoulder and says, "Okay, you seems like a good guy. I was afraid you'd be all faggy and girlie, but you're not at all so I feel better. Just wanted to establish the ground rules right off." Sonny asks, "Do you wanna go first, Jamison?" Jamison squeezes Sonny's chin between his thumb and forefinger, saying, "That's very nice of you, you hot shit." Then to me, "Sonny rocks!" I go, "Uh huh, um, in here," gesturing at the half bath. Jamison's obviously the overly confident take-charge type who you could say demonstrates borderline bullying behavior that's backed up by his strength. Sonny says, "Take your shirt off, dude, that's the way we do it around here. Right, Dylan?" Jamison chuckles, "Of course Dylan would want our shirts off, heh heh. Fine with me, just remember what I told you, barber boy." He'd be obnoxious if he weren't so fucking hot. Sonny asks, "Okay if I watch some TV, Dylan?" I go, "Of course," and lead Jamison into the half bath. This unusually tough kid has me flustered, but I'm doing everything I can to act blasé. He takes his shirt off, staring at me, then he sits in the chair and I tip it back, telling him, "This isn't to be considered making a pass at you," and then I run my fingers through his gorgeous head of hair, explaining, "I'm doing this so I can get an idea of the texture of your hair." He says, "You go ahead and do you're regular stuff, dude, and I'll decide if it's stepping over the line." He's got a tattoo of what could be a Chinese word high on his right bicep, and no other piercing's except his ear ring. Some chest hair between his pecs and a happy trail of curly light brown hair leading down from his belly button to disappear in his boxer shorts that are above the waistband of his Bermuda shorts. He's wearing his shorts halfway down his hot ass. Quite a bit of hair on his muscular calves and forearms, but that's about it, except he has a great build over all. He's a macho man like Ray, and thinking Ray's name brings my hand to my crotch to subtly adjust my dick. There's no question about it, I'll have to suck up to Ray tonight for sex or I'll be a basket case tomorrow at work. So, I'm definitely going to Sunnydales tonight. Running the fingers of both hands through Jamison's awesome head of hair, I manage to catch myself and stop in time before he says anything. Of course this short stud has a sexy scent that's arousing me along with everything else. I can't catch a break lately. With my hand on his shoulder, and smelling the back of my other hand, I ask, "Are you driving a car tonight, Jamison?" I know he's a motorbike buddy of Sonny's, but maybe he has the use of a family car too. He looks up and I pull my hand away from my nose, feeling my face getting hot. He asks, "Why do you want to know?" I gulp, "Um, I was wondering if you're going to Sunnydales tonight?" He says, "Too many fruit cakes there, and I'm not necessarily referring to you fudge packers. So to answer your question, no. I think Sonny said he was though." I'm like, "Oh, you both drove your motorbikes over here?" He goes, "Yeah, of course." I nod my head and he looks straight ahead again, saying, "If you've got your rocks off enough playing with my hair, how 'bout starting the shampoo." Turning on the water, I mutter, "Sure," thinking that I'll ride over to Sunnydales behind Sonny, and that thought gets my cock to move from one side of my underwear to the other. I stifle a grunt biting my bottom lip. Wetting his hair and massaging in the shampoo it seems a very sexy thing to do, and not only because he's got great long hair to run my fingers through, all soapy, warm, and gooey, but his scent is very pronounced, and I'm really into his body. Stupidly I want to shampoo his muscular legs. I tell myself to stop fantasizing, and instead ask him, "How about the haircut, Jamison?" He says, "Describe some different ones to me," so I tell him about a half dozen hair styles. He goes, "Maybe a bad ass buzz cut or that one that's not short with the front flipped up. What do you think I should get?" I shrug, "I don't know. The one that's longer is more versatile because you don't have to flip up the front hair if you don't want to, you could comb it over." He says, "That's too fucking preppy, so forget that one, and a buzz cut is too boring now that I think about it. I've been wanting a new look, but not preppy. What else ya got?" What a pain in the ass he's turning out to be. I go, "How about a flattop?" He's like, "Is that suppose to be a joke? What's preppier than a fucking flattop?" As I begin rinsing his hair, I suggest, "How about a mohawk?" He goes, "Too radical," and I'm like, "Okay, a short haircut that doesn't stick up on top, but you won't really need to comb much." He goes, "Hmmm, lets try that one, and if I don't like it I'll kick your ass. Okay?" I mutter, "How could I turn that down," and surprisingly he laughs. Then says, "You're okay, barber boy, ha ha ha, how could you turn that down... that's a good one." After drying his hair as much as I can with a towel, I begin using the hairdryer which takes quite a while with all this thick hair, but it's finally dry. Forgetting who I'm dealing with here I massage his big shoulders and he gets real relaxed, muttering, "Yeah, that what I'm talking about," so I do his shoulders, the back of his neck, and his scalp. After a bit, I ask, "How's that? and he says, "That was awesome," so I pat his shoulders, asking, "Are you a football player, like a running back or something?" He says, "No, I don't play sports, I lift," and he stands up. We walk out of the half bath with Jamison squeezing my left bicep, saying, "I see I'm not the only one who lifts." He's not so bad, but I don't correct his misconception that I lift weights because I figure it's not a bad thing if he thinks we have something in common. Sonny smirks at us from the chaise lounge, giving us the finger, asking, "Did you get married in there? You never take that long with me, Dylan." Jamison says, "Little boys give the finger, Sonny, grow the fuck up." Sonny says, "Looks who's calling me little," and Jamison chuckles, mumbling, "Ya gotta love Sonny." I'm combing his hair from back to front, and down over his forehead where it reaches his nose. Taking my dangerously sharp barber scissors I cut the long hairs in front to one inch. It takes a mere three scrunches of the scissors to have six thick inches of hair drop onto Jamison's lap. Surprisingly, there's no comment from him. Combing a huge batch of hair up from the side I close the scissors twice, "Scrunch, scrunch," and his ear appears from behind the curtain of hair, as the light brown hair curtain drifts off his shoulder and flutters to the floor. Continuing to cut amazing amounts of hair off his head, I ask, "You go to school with, Sonny?" He says, "Hey, give me a break, okay? I graduated last year. I'm going to community college, my sophomore year's coming up too fast." Huh, he doesn't strike me as college material, but there I go again judging a book by it's cover. When I've reduced the hair on his head to no more than two inches long I begin with the clippers using the five-eight inch guide first on the sides and back taking the clippers over the crown of his head. There lots of Jamison's pretty light brown hair all around us on the floor, on his shoulders, and a pile of it in his lap. I've had a nice firm dick through the entire haircut, and by now I so anxious to cum it's pitiful. Next I taper at the hairs at the neckline and up the sides to a little bit above the top of his ears. With hair as excellent as Jamison's a good haircut looks extra good and this one thankfully qualifies as extra good. I use comb and scissors to cut down the hairs on top, leaving it long enough to lay flat and then cut the front hairs back so he doesn't have bangs. Somehow I don't think he'd appreciate bangs. Outlining around his ears with the trimmers and then down the hairline behind his ears and it's a finished awesomely looking haircut. I enjoy myself rubbing the hairs off his shoulders, then he stands up and vigorously brushes the hairs off his lap, muttering, "Did ya ever consider investing in a fucking barber's cape?" I say, "Um, no I can't say that I have," and he laughs, "No, I guess you wouldn't." He feels his head now, "Seems nice and short, let's have a peek," so I pass him the handheld mirror and he looks, rubs his hand back through his hair, then from back to front. Looking at me, he says, "Damn, I don't get to kick your ass. This is a great haircut, thanks, um, I forget your name." I say, "Dylan," and he says, "Well, Dylan, you've just got yourself a new customer." I grin, "Gee, lucky me," and he gets me around the neck again as he chuckles, but he isn't rough doing it like he was the first time. He's so much stronger than me I couldn't do much about it if he was rough. He pulls my head down so our faces rub together and then he kisses my cheek, lets go of me, and yells over to Sonny, "Hey, it's fun knowing a gay kid, Sonny, especially one that talented." Sonny gets off the couch, mumbling, "Jesus, Jamison, why don't you maul him some more," and there's a touch of jealousy in his voice. Jamison says, "Yeah, I think I will," and he does the same damn neck hold again and kisses me holding the kiss and looking at Sonny, who frowns, "Cut the shit, Jamison, you're hurting Dylan." Jamison loosens his grip around my neck, but doesn't let go of me, asking me, "I'm not hurting you, am I?" I shake my head, mumbling, "No, not really," and Sonny goes, "Let him loose, lets get my shampoo going, Dylan, okay?" Jamison lets go of me, saying, "Oh, I see, Sonny, you want your own private gay boy and you don't want to share." My only concern at the moment is trying to stand in such a way my throbbing boner isn't too obvious. Jamison puts his shirt on, still chuckling. Then he says, "Great job, Dylan," and to Sonny, "I'll hang around so we can ride part of the way back together," as he plops his ass on the chaise lounge to watch ESPN's sports tonight. Dammit! He could leave and then Sonny could fuck my brains out. I never considered they'd come on their motorbikes, for all the good it's doing me since Jamison's staying. Inside the half bath I hug around Sonny's neck and kiss him with my tongue going in his mouth. He squeezes around my waist and we get into it for awhile. I'm right on the verging of coming in my pants when Sonny pulls his head away, and says, "No more, Dylan, Jamison will catch us. I'm only 'out' to you. Not another person knows and, please, I want to keep it that way." I ask, "How about tomorrow night?" He rubs my cheek with the palm of his hand,"Oh, you got the hot's for me, huh? That's flattering coming from you, but tomorrow night's Ray's basketball game and we all need to be there, and anyway I can't very well fuck you on my motorbike." I say, "We can work something out. Hey, we can come here." He goes, "Oh, okay, yeah. I'd like that. Fuck you in your own bed, huh?" I nod my head up and down real fast like Ryan used to do. Sonny says, "You're so cute, but ya better start with the shampoo or he'll get suspicious," as he nods in the direction of Jamison on the couch. Sonny sits down and I go through the shampoo routine, stopping multiple times to kiss him and rub my hand over his slim hot body, then I kiss and suck on Sonny's nipple until he groans. Oh God, I love how he smells and I almost lose it in my pants twice more before drying his orange/red hair with the hair dryer. Done the shampoo we go to the barber stool and Sonny hops up. His hair looks beautiful to me now, which is funny because I hated it when I first saw him. I ask, "Is it going to be Ray's short burr, Sonny?" He says, "Can you leave it longer, but make it look like the other guys?" I think of Ray and how I don't want to piss him off, so I say, "Um, not really, Sonny. You know, like last time you might as well get it cut the way he wants it or you'll get suspended until you do." He takes a big breath and puffs his cheeks out letting the air escape. He goes, "Man, I'd love to get a haircut like Jamison's. That's cool, but go ahead, Dylan, I know it's not your fault this time." Ten minutes later he has a very short burr haircut he's rubbing his fingers through, mumbling, "I hate it. I'm gonna get laughed at when school starts. That damn Ray. Hey, Dylan, some of the guys were saying you should take over as our leader." I go, "No fucking way that would work, Sonny. I'm sorry, but I'm going away to college in a couple of weeks and you guys are all in high school and you need to hang out together. This is Ray's last short haircut requirement. Anyway, Ray will get laughed at too if you do." He says, "Yeah, but Ray don't give a shit about that and I do, plus, I'm a junior this year. My brother and I were born barely nine months apart, but I couldn't quite qualify age wise to start school the same year he did. I'm always about a year older then the kids in my class." I shrug, "You're too cool to have anyone laugh at you, Sonny." Jamison gets up and comes over to run his hand over Sonny's almost shaved head, "That's kinda cool now that it's this short, Sonny. A real bad-ass look, dude. You had the balls to go all the way where I only went part of the way, but I'm sticking with this haircut at the recommendation of my personal barber here," and he again gets me in a neck hold, the side of my face against his chest this time. He rubs his nose on my cheek, saying, "This kid smells good." Then, still holding my head against his chest, he says, "Smell him, Sonny." Sonny makes a face at me, then rubs his nose on my cheek, saying, "Mmmm, you're right, Jamison, he does smell good." Jamison lets go of me, and pats my back, "You're a good sport, Dylan. We ready to go, Sonny?" As we go upstairs I asks Sonny if I can ride over with him, and he says, "Yeah, of course." Out the door we go, then down the steps to their motorbikes. I get on behind Sonny and hug around his waist with the side of my face partially against the back part of his head, asking, "Is there anyplace you and I can get sexy before we get there, Sonny?" He says, "Unfortunately there isn't. I'll need to get home right after Sonnydales too. I don't even want to hang out there, but Ray wants all the posse boys together tonight for some reason. Sorry, Dylan, but maybe your place after the basketball game tomorrow night, if we can think of some reason for not hangin' with the boys after the game." We roar off with me resigned to kissing Ray's ass. Like I said, it's an emergency situation that calls for drastic tactics. We're following Jamison until halfway to Sunnydales he takes a left, giving us a wave. Sonny's body feels so good and I can't inhale enough of his scent with my nose right next to the bristly hairs behind his ear. I'd give anything to be naked in bed with Sonny right now. A nervous uneasy feeling comes over me as Sonny parks the motorbike at Sunnydales and we get off. As we're walking inside, Sonny mutters. "Wonder why Ray's called this posse meeting?" I shrug 'cause how the fuck would I know? Ray's all smiles as we do the cursory posse greeting with Ray, then with the other guys who are all drinking a milkshake or licking cones. I notice Devon's again sliding his cheek against mine during the quick hug, only it's not particularly a quick hug from Devon. He whispers in my ear, "Can I talk to you later?" I mutter, "Sure," as Ray hands me a ten dollar bill, saying, "Get yourself and Sonny whatever you guys want and then get your ass over to those tables we have pulled together in the back," and he gives my ass a smack. Sonny says, "I'll have a raspberry cone," and he and Ray join the other guys at the table while the rookie runs another errand. Waiting in line I've got two thoughts I'm mulling over: one, this rookie posse boy shit is getting old, and two, I didn't feel the least bit aroused doing the posse greeting with Ray. And I smelled his unusual BO too, but it didn't do anything for me this time. I glance over my shoulder at Ray talking to the guys and realize he isn't hot anymore. What the fuck, how can this be? I don't know, but it is what it is and I'm not kissing his or anybody else's ass tonight. The hell with my horniness. I'll gut it through and be stronger for it. Resigned to my horny fate I get mad at Robby for being so unavailable lately. Tomorrow night it's his baseball game. He's obsessed with his supervisory job too and... and what? He's always been very responsible about things, and maybe I need to be more like that. It's my turn now so I place my order, pay for it, and carry my root beer float and Sonny's cone back to the table. The closer I get, seeing Dawg, Bean, and especially Sonny, my horniness rears it's ugly head again making me gasp. And yes, Dawg and Bean seem just as sexy to me as they did this afternoon. It's almost a physical pain. And Devon, who's watching me coming to them is so smoking hot I feel like crying. All these guys seem sexy to me and I can almost smell them from here. All those hot cocks in their pants and the air filled with testosterone, it's enough to make me collapse with desire. At the table Ray smiles at me, "You alright, Dylan? You look pale." I go, "Um, rough day at work." He says, "Okay, we all have rough days, sit down." The authority in his voice and his dismissive manner bring back a moment of desire. I can't ignore the thought of his big cock making me feel so good. I stare at him unsure what I should do, as he says to everyone, "Okay, here's the deal. Most of us, except for Sonny and Dylan, have been on like a ten year adventure together growing up in our neighborhood and being there for each other through thick and thin. The thing is, and I've given this a lot of thought, we're getting too old for this posse boy shit. This is our last year of high school and after that we'll be going in different directions. Most of us will be friends for life with lots of memories to look back on and laugh about, but lets use this coming year to start getting used to the changes that are inevitable. The short burr haircuts is my way of creating one last mutual activity that we'll look back on as a 'what the fuck were we thinking?' moment. It's the last joint activity we all begrudgingly complied with, and I thank you for going along with me. Manny, Mark, and Jameson still need to get their haircuts and then we'll begin the process of being individuals, but friends. It's mostly been awesome being the leader of our pack, but it's time to move on. What do you guys think?" Well, considering there are already rumblings about me being their leader, which is never gonna happen, I'm thinking the guys will jump all over this opportunity to stop doing what Ray says. And, I gotta giver Ray props for knowing it's time for everybody to grow the fuck up. Devon speaks up first, "You're right as usual, Ray," which I thought was well put. He agrees the posse days need to end, and at the same time gives Ray a nod by inferring Ray's been right about a lot of things. Then other guys agree and Dawg says, "I've always been an individual, Ray, but it was fun belonging to a group growing up." So everyone agrees, especially me who was about to bag this posse shit anyway. We all finish our ice cream drinks and cones, then wander outside where the miniature golf course and driving range are located. Nice night, so Bean, Dawg, Jameson, and Mark decide to play a round of mini golf. Manny, Ray, Devon, Sonny and me are leaning up against a fence goofing on each other with everyone seemingly pleased there's a realistic ending to what they've been experiencing for years together. I'm surprised Ray is perceptive enough to know they couldn't go through life as the posse boys. Nobody uses the word posse anymore in the first place. Sonny says, "Oh my God, look at that dude with the moobs." We look where he nodded his head and see a heavy set guy who needs a bra because his knobs are so big. Manny says, "That's a portmanteaus, Sonny." We all look at him, as Sonny asks, "What's a portmanteaus, Manny?" Manny says, "Moobs is an example. It combines the words boobs and man, just like the words fantabulous and sexpert combine words. Dylan being the sexpert." We exchange looks, then Ray says, "Is that some of your genius shit that you're pulling on us Manny?" He shrugs, "No, it's common knowledge. Words like fantastic and fa bulous combine to be fantabulous, or sex and expert making sexpert, like that." I ask, "Is this useful information, brainiac?" He goes, "Not at all, it's just something most people know." Devon chuckles, "No they don't, Manny." Manny says, "It's fun to know shit; for instance, what do these words have in common: banana, dresser, potato, uneven, and grammar?" Ray thinks for a few seconds with his lips moving, then he says, "Ah ha! If you take the first letter of each word and put it at the end, it spells the same word backwards." Manny says, "Obviously," and the rest of us mutter, "Fucking brainiac's give me a popsicle headache." Ray laughs, then says, "Fuck you, dummies," then, "Dylan, could I ask you something in private?" I nod my head and with his arm across my shoulders, and his peculiar sexy BO scent in my head, we walk away a few steps as Manny's listing more portmanteaus words that gets the guys yelling, "Enough of that shit, Manny!" Ray squeezes the back of my neck, saying, "We had a nice little run there for awhile with you as my boyfriend, but then I kinda fucked up and didn't dump you in a very nice way, and I apologize for that. We've all begun the process of dissolving the posse boys in a nice civilized manner so let's you and me dissolve our time as boyfriends in the same way, ya know, on friendlier terms, if you get my meaning." I just look at him fighting the urge to jump at the chance, and I not sure why I'm fighting it. Since I haven't said anything, Ray gets that confident slightly arrogant expression on hits face, and says, "Good. I'll give you a ride home and we'll have a delicious sexy time together. That'll leave the door open for occasional sex together in the future like we had in the past, before I accepted you as my boyfriend. There's no way you don't want to do this, so don't pretend you don't, just say 'thank you, Ray, for giving me another chance'. We're damn good together in sex and you know it." Another squeeze at the back of my neck, "Now, you run on over to my car while I tell the posse boys you're not feeling well so I'm driving you home." His hand drops down to smack my ass, "Off you go, Dylan, and you might as well get undressed. I'd like to drive with your awesome body naked next to me." Another smack of my ass, "Get moving." Okay, my dick is getting hard at this arrogant way of Ray's assuming I'll do what he says, and I wish to hell I could do what he says... I want to so badly it's giving me an ache in my groin. My cock is hard and ready for action, but I can't do it anymore. I quietly say, "If you smack my ass one more time, Ray, you and me are going to have a fist fight right here at Sunnydales." We're staring into each other's eyes for a few seconds. I feel calm, but fully expect a fight, and I don't know who will get the best of it and I don't care. He finally drops his eyes chuckling, then says, "Okay, I guess your 'no' on Saturday mean just that. Just offering, Dylan, no need to get yourself hurt over it." He holds out his hand, "Friends?" I nod, "Sure," and shake hands. As we return to the guys, he says, "No hard feelings on my part, I just misread you." No, he didn't misread me, I longed to do that, but for some reason I can't do it. I'm destined to be horny forever I guess. With the guys we talk for awhile and then exchange a few dirty jokes, before Sonny says, "I gotta take off, Dylan. I'll give you a ride home if you want." I say, "Sure, Sonny," but Devon says, "If you want to stay awhile, I can drive you home," and something in the way he said that makes me pause. Our eyes meet and hope reappears in my head, so I go, "Yeah, great, Devon. Thanks anyway, Sonny." He does a nice posse goodbye fist bump and one arm hug with a pat on my chest. As he's doing it with other guys, I ask Ray, "Are we still doing the posse greeting thing?" He says, "Only if you feel like it." Huh. Most guys feel like it because habits are hard to break, and speaking of habits, I find myself smelling the back of my wrist again trying to tell if that smells better, or if it's the back of my hand. Damn, that Dougie Hamilton. Devon wants to get a small bucket of golf balls and show me how to swing a golf club. So we do that as the other guys decide to play a round of miniature golf. On the driving range Devon hits a golf ball off a rubber mat pretty good, then says, "Um, I changed my mind again if you're willing." I say, "Sure, Devon," acting cool, but bubbling inside. It'll be amateur hour, but I'm really up for it with Devon. First we need to hit this bucket of balls to make it look good. Devon stands behind me with his arms around me showing me how to grip the golf club, which is a driver naturally. His hands on my hands, his bare arms on my arms, and he pulls back my arms to show me how it's done. He feels so good against my body with his head against mine, and he smells a lot like his brother. It has me dizzy with desire. Stepping away from me, Devon says, "You try it, Dylan," and with a throbbing cock I take a swing at the ball missing it entirely. He's behind me again, showing me what I should do, with lots of our body parts touching. Feeling faint with desire for him, I mumble, "Your body feels so nice against mine," and he quietly says, "Same here, Dylan, and I'm not even nervous about doing it with you anymore. I want to very much." I nod my head delirious at this unexpected turn of good fortune. Trying to swing on my own again, I address the ball with Devon saying, "Keep your eye on the ball and your head steady." I do that and hit a hard grounder that's airborne only about twenty feet. Devon says, "That's up the middle for a single," referring to a base hit between the shortstop and the second baseman in baseball. I try again and get a pretty good drive, but it only goes about a hundred and fifty yards. Huh, that felt good. Keeping my eye on the ball is key. We finish the bucket with me at least hitting every ball I swing at. Returning the empty bucket and borrowed driver, we walk to the parking lot silently. Inside Devon's car he says, "Okay, I'm nervous again," and he does a nervous forced laugh. I shrug, "Doing something as different as this is bound to make a person a little nervous, but we'll stop any time you don't feel right about it." He nods his head, muttering, "Okay, un huh." Then he looks at me, and says, "I won't want to stop though, I've had this feeling for you since I met you. You're, um, like someone I've never met before. I don't know how to explain it." He starts the car and then asks, "Where should we go?" I say, "We can go to my house," and he's like, "Nah, I wouldn't feel comfortable in your bedroom. Um, can we do it in the backseat?" I mumble, "Of course," and he drives off, asking, "Where should I park?" We talk about that and decide to go to a place he and Annie go. Makes sense and I'm tempted to ask him if they do it there, but feel that would be rude. Devon drives to a picnic area I'm not familiar with. We slowly pass three cars parked with their lights off, and Devon settles on a spot way down near a creek. He parks and looks at me, "You need to tell me what to do, Dylan," which isn't my favorite thing, but this is an emergency. "Lets get in the back and slip out of our clothes," and Devon's like, "Oh God, alright." In the backseat I pull up his Polo shirt, saying, "Put your arms up, Devon," and when he does I pull his shirt over his head, and he does it for me with my t-shirt. Gently I put my arms around him and his body snuggles in tight against mine as he sighs. We hug each other with the sides of our faces together for a little bit. Then he quietly says, "You smell good," and I say, "You do too," and kiss his cheek. He moves his head and our lips come together for a very nice kiss. Devon's obviously done a lot of kissing. We kiss for about two minutes, then Devon mutters, "You still kiss good. I've been thinking about our kisses when I got my last haircut and have had all kinds of mixed feelings about it. I don't want to be gay. I want to get married to Annie and have a couple of kids and live a regular life, but you're, you're... I don't know what you are. I'm all confused." I say, "We don't need to do this, Devon," although I can't remember wanting to do anything more than this. He goes, "I know, but I want to. I, um, need to." I say, "I'll suck on your dick to get it hard," and he blushes in the light of the moon, muttering, "I'm already hard. It's embarrassing, but I got hard kissing your lips with our tongues moving together." I quietly say, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, lots of guys are bisexual, it happens in the animal kingdom too." He nods his head, swallowing noisily, then asks, "What do we do now?" I say, "I want to get some saliva on your dick so it goes in a little easier, but first we need to take our shorts and underwear off." He nods his head again and we undress together, then I slide over on the seat and lean down on my elbows to get my first look at Devon's cock. It's long like Sonny's, which doesn't surprise me and in fact it excites me. Taking it in my mouth, I'm sucking the shaft, licking my all around the head, my tongue never leaving it. Another noisy swallow from Devon, then a gasp as his hands go to my head, so I go slower with the licking and sucking as my own cock bones up hard. Devon's scent is strongest at his crotch and I'm enjoying the hell out of sucking his boner, which has quickly hardened up further. A moan from Devon as he lays back and rubs my hair, "Ummm, oooh, ooh, ooh!" from Devon, with a big bubble of precum drooling from his pee slit across my tongue and him pushing my head away, grunting, "I'm going to cum." Holy shit, that was fast, almost as fast as Bean. I turn around and get on all fours looking back at him saying, "Go up on your knees and press the head of your cock against my asshole." He gets up on his hands and knees, murmuring, "I feel like I'm going to cum." Licking my lips, I'm so anxious to feel his boner inside me I say nothing so as not to distract him. He holds his boner in his fingers and guides to my anus' lips, holds it there just spreading the lips slightly for a few seconds. Taking a deep breath he then smoothly, but firmly, pushes the head of his cock past my sphincter muscle and we both go, "Aaaah, ooooh," with me breathing deeply through my nose as my asshole sings and the lips of my asshole hug Devon's cock. He grunts, "Feels different, awesomely different." He grips my hips and pushes his cock up my ass the same way he did it with my head, smoothly but forcefully and my back arches as precum drools from my cock. As usual my shoulders shudder, "Mmmm, ooooh," from me as I bite my bottom lips. Devon leans against my buttocks tightly, then hugs around my waist, waits a second, gasping for breath, then pulls his boner back down my rectum and I almost cum again, "Aaaaah, Devon, mmmm, that's awesome." Hugging around my waist tightly he starts moving his hip and the delicious sexual sensations have my eyes tearing with joy. My head's moving as I moan from the deep sexual pleasure in my ass. It's so wonderful, just the most perfect feeling. Devon's fucking me fairly fast and it's like I can't stay still. I'm squirming with the fantastic feelings around my asshole, and the head of his cock smoothly slides over my prostate creating almost a deliriously awesome feeling. It's perfect. Devon steadily pumps my ass, but for no more then five minutes with both of us embarrassing ourselves moaning and groaning in pleasure. My climax hits me fast even as Devon slams against me whimpering and floods my bowels with his sperm. My eyes squeeze together, my back arches and my hips thrust forward, I squeal and a stream of cum pumps from my quivering cock head shooting straight out and splattering against the back door. This is followed by five more pumps of cum with me floundering on the seat, my legs go back until I'm laying flat on the seat with Devon on top me me, wildly now, thrusting his cock in my ass. I'm laying in my drools of cum, dizzy from all the sensations swirling around my stomach, asshole, and still hard cock. "Oooh, oooh, ummm," moans Devon, and I feel a drool of saliva from his chin hit the back of my neck. As the fabulous buzzing stops zipping around my body, and Devon still laying on me a little sweaty now. His heart's pounding my back and his cock's filling my rectum. It was a pretty fast orgasm, but not as fast as I expected from both of us, I'm pleased to say. A minute later Devon pushes himself up with a hand on either side of me, and his cock pulls out of my ass causing another shoulder shudder from me. A long string of Devon's creamy cum is attached to the head of his cock, it breaks free and drops wetly across my left butt cheek. He sits back still quietly moaning as I lay here breathing deeply and feeling a little shaky from the enormous orgasm I just had. My first thought is, 'let's do it again,' which I chastise myself for, and then a wonderful blanket of pleasure drifts over me that I savor for a minute, then ask, "How was it, Devon?" He looks at me with a little smile, "It was pretty much as good as I thought it would be. Really hot actually. I liked it a lot, so tell me what you know about bisexuals 'cause I must be one?" I shrug, "I don't know much other than the obvious fact they enjoy both sexes. I'm not bi myself, but Ray is, for example." He nods his head, "I think Sonny might be too. Has he propositioned you like I did?" I say, "It's not for me to say, which you shouldn't necessarily take as meaning he has." Devon reaches in a flap on the back of the passenger's seat and pulls out a handful of tissues. Dropping some on my ass, he wipes cum off his dick, muttering, "I'm betting he did, but it's none of my business, he's eighteen. No comment seems appropriate for that, so I'm smelling the back of my wrists for a few seconds, then reach back and wipe some cum from around my asshole. Bunching up some tissues I sit up putting them under me so I don't get cum on the seat, and put my arm around Devon's shoulders. "I think you're special, Devon, and you'll still be special no matter if you're straight, bi, or gay. Being true to yourself isn't always easy, and I have a problem with it myself sometimes, but it's always best when we can be true to who we are sexually and in every other way." He says, "Yeah, I believe that too. This was a special eye opening experience for me with you tonight, I suspected I'd love it and now I know. No need for speculation on my part now." I nod my head, not sure that anything need be added to that either. Checking his watch, he says, "Ten-fifteen. Have you ever done it twice in one night?" Novices have a hard time saying 'fuck', so they say 'it'. I go, "Twice in one night? Hmmm, that would be interesting, I'm game," which didn't answer his question, but probably told him what he wanted to know. He says, "Lets ride around a bit and give it another try in an hour." I mumble, "Sure thing, Devon," thinking I'm going to be tired at work, but for a very good reason." To be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expense of maintaining this huge story site. Thank you!