Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 10:29:59 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter  89

DYLAN'S  SUMMER VACATION TWO


Chapter  89


by  Donny Mumford



My cell phone continues to ring... ring... ring. I'm gawking at the  caller
ID, not wanting to believe I'm getting a call from Robby's mother. It's
nine o'clock at night and Mrs Dickers is calling me... that can't be good. I
texted Robby right after work, like four hours ago. He never texted me back
and now his mom's calling me. No way there's good news on the other end of
this call... ring... ring! Chubby gently takes the cell phone from my hand,
 and answers it, "Hello." I stare at him holding my breath, my heart
thumping.  Chubby listens, then he says, "No, he's here, but he was too much of a
pussy  to answer the call." Hmmm, I'm thinking that it's probably not
Robby's mother.  Chubby chuckles, "No shit, that's both awesome and not so
awesome." He listens  as I'm holding my hand out for the cell phone. Chubby turns
away from me  grinning, as he says, "No, I'm not giving him the phone because
he wouldn't answer the fucking thing," then "Ha, ha, ha, you're  awesome,
Robby. How's your dad doing?" I yell, "Goddammit! Give me my phone,  Chubby."
He chuckles, saying into the cell phone, "Yeah, that was him." I  wrestle
the phone from Chubby, not that he put up any resistance. He's still
grinning and acting like he was never worried, but he was just as worried as  me. I
say, "Hi, Robby. How are you?" Robby sounds normal, if a little tired,  as
he tells me he's okay. The doctors told him he has a level three concussion
and will need to stay at the hospital at least one more day for tests. I
ask,  "What'd Chubby mean when he said something was awesome and not so
awesome?"  Robby, in that sweet boyish voice of his, says, "Oh, I told him I
wasn't  injured in the accident other than I have a concussion. Concussions are
apparently the flavor of the month in the medical community. That's probably
 because of the emphasis professional sports has been giving concussions
recently. So, I'm not injured, which is awesome, but I do have a concussion,
which isn't so awesome." I go, "Oh, I was, you know, a little worried about
 you because no one seemed to know anything. Is a number three concussion
better than a number six or seven, for example?" Robby chuckles, "Apparently
 number three is as high as it goes. I was knocked unconscious when the car
 broadsided us so that automatically gets a number 'three' assigned to my
concussion." I mutter, "Oh, I see. Can you tell you've been, um, concussed?
If  that's even a word."


Chubby and I are both leaning against the balcony railing now as Robby
explains to me what the doctors told him about concussions. I'm so glad he's
basically going to be alright that I'm not listening too closely to what he's
 saying until I hear, 'brain injury'. I go, "Brain injury, you have a brain
 injury?" Robby says, "That's what a concussion is. My mom wants me to have
an  MRI although the doctor doesn't think that's necessary." I ask him,
"What are  your, um, symptoms, if there are any?" He goes, "Like I just told
you... I  feel weak, I've got a fucking headache, and my balance isn't great
when I  walk. All three things are directly related to my concussion and it
sucks  basically." Chubby says, "Ask him if his dad's okay after the
surgery." I'm  frowning at Chubby, muttering, "Surgery? What surgery?" Robby says,
"Dad had a  ruptured spleen and they operated on him last night. I saw him a l
ittle while  ago, he seems sort of okay, but he's still shook up as you'd
expect. His left  arm is broken, plus a couple of ribs too. The ribs are
giving him the most  discomfort." I go, "I'm so sorry, Robby, but it's such a
relief hearing it  wasn't worse for either of you." He goes, "Yeah, we were
lucky I guess." I'm  like, "Lucky? Some old lady broadsiding you isn't lucky,
it's unlucky. Hey,  how come you're using your mom's cell phone?" He says,
"I don't know where  mine is. It's probably in the car some place." I'm like,
"Oh, where you using  it when the accident happened?" Sounding very tired,
he mumbles, "I don't  remember anything about the accident. I woke up in the
hospital, other than  that I know nothing except what I've been told. Um,
Dylan, I called to hear  your voice and to say I love you, and I'm so sorry I
caused you worry, but I'm  really tired now so I need to get some sleep.
I'll call you tomorrow. Okay?" I  nod my head as if he can see me do it, then
say, "Of course, Robby, I love you  too and I'm so relieved you're okay. And
happy birthday! It's probably a  birthday you'll want to forget. I'll talk
to you tomorrow. Love ya." He  mumbles, "Gee, I forgot it was my birthday.
Huh! Love you too and yeah, I'll  talk to you tomorrow." We hang up and now
Chubby's not grinning anymore. He's  looking at me with compassion and
concern on his face as he takes out his  handkerchief and wipes my eyes, then
hands me the handkerchief, muttering,  "It's clean, the handkerchief's clean." I
go, "What?" Then look at the  handkerchief as if I've never seen one
before. My tears drip off my face and  land on my bare chest. I didn't realize I
was crying. Wiping my face, I  mumble, "He's gonna be alright, and so is his
dad." Chubby quietly says,  "Yeah, I know."









































































































Funny how I feel a little shaky myself and I wasn't  in an accident, so I
can just imagine what Robby and his dad feel like. Chubby  hands me a cold
beer and I take a long swallow, then laugh as more tears roll  down my face.
This is crazy. Shaking my head at Chubby, I go, "I don't know  what the fuck
I'm doing. Crying like a fool and laughing at the same time."  Chubby smiles
and then squeezes my hand. I go, "Robby's okay except for having  a
concussion." Chubby nods his head, saying, "Except for that, how'd you enjoy  the
play, Mrs Lincoln?" I frown at him. He smiles and then gives me a hug,
"You're doing fine, Dylan. I love you, bro." Wiping my eyes with the
handkerchief again, I mutter, "Thanks, Chubby," and a memory floats through my  brain.
I remember it so clearly now that it scares me. I mumble, "Ya know, the
last time I felt like this was when you woke up after cracking your head on
the sidewalk. You know, during our fight years ago with those fucking Cheves
brothers. You were unconscious too. It was scary watching you in  the
hospital bed." He says, "Oh man, that wasn't much of a fight, more like we  got
our asses handed to us, not that I remember a goddamn thing about it  except
what you told me after the fact." Chubby had a concussion too and  looking at
him in his hospital bed in a coma, or whatever it was, is the  single worse
experience of my life. He was unconscious, and there were  different tubes
in him, and the beep beep sound from some machine... it was a  scary sight,
a friggin' nightmare. I also remember crying with joy when he  regained
consciousness.  It was such a relief knowing Chubby was going to  be alright,
and especially because now I wasn't going to need to kill the  Cheves
brothers. My emotions were all fucked up, pretty much the same way they  are right
now. Chubby hands me a cigarette, I take a drag, then say, "It's  going to be
alright, isn't it?" as if I need more reassurance. Ya never know  what
you've got until you think you could lose it. He nods his head, "Yeah, it  is.
Lets sit down and finish our beers, they'll help you sleep." Huh, I didn't
even notice he went inside and got us another beer. We sit down and now the
realization begins sinking in that this isn't wishful thinking, it's real
and  it's going to turn out okay. Taking a deep breath and letting it out
slowly a  calmness comes over me as my body relaxes. I was like a taut wire
spring ready  to snap and now I'm like a limp rag doll. Jesus, what an awful
experience,  especially for Robby and his dad. No word on the old lady who
caused the  accident, not that I have much compassion for her.

Looking over at Chubby, he grins and holds up his beer bottle, so I tap  it
with my bottle, muttering, "All's well that ends well," and we take a big
swallow of beer, then I shake my head, saying, "I know I've been acting like
a  wuss tonight, Chubby. I always get too fucking emotional whenever
something  really good or really bad happens." Chubby says, "You are not a wuss!
Don't  say that. You're a loving person who's not afraid to show emotion. You
care  deeply for the lucky ones you love, and I'm honored to be in that
select  group." I go, "You're number one in that group, Chubby. Thanks for
hanging in  with me tonight, it meant a lot to me, bro." He grins, "Well, there
are  certain inherent requirements that comes with being one of the two
greatest  best friends and brothers the world has ever known, so... ya know." I
grin at  him, "You decided we were that years ago," and he says, "Yep, but
we didn't  used to include that part about 'brothers' because we didn't know
back then."  I say, "We knew, it just wasn't official yet." Chubby and I get
into one of  our reminiscing frames of mind and by the time we finish our
third and last  beer of the night I'm feeling really good again. Everything
is right with the  world. A bump in the road for sure, but now it's smooth
sailing once again.  Chubby texts the moms briefly telling them about the
accident, but emphasizing  it's all good now. We don't want to keep good news
from them, just the bad  stuff. After a hug and brotherly kiss, Chubby goes up
to his condo for some  sleep. Five minutes later I'm in bed as well.
Emotions take a lot out of you  and I for one am exhausted. As I fall asleep my
thoughts are good ones  following a day full of bad ones. Robby didn't have a
very good birthday the  first day of his twentieth year, but they'll be many
more birthdays and that's  the important thing.


In the morning I'm all smiles expecting today will be a day that's so  much
better than yesterday. Chubby and me rehash the happenings of black
Wednesday as we drive to work. When we get there the latest news is posted on  the
message board. It contains the improved condition of Robby and his dad
along with optimistic predictions of a speedy recovery for both. Along with
the update are a 'get well' card for each. All the guys sign the cards, and in
 addition to the 'get well soon' sentiments, some guys add a smart-ass
comment,  like the one on Robby's card that reads: 'Slacker! Who stays out of
work  because of a silly concussion. Oh, that's right, you're a baseball
player'.  That was my smart ass comment on Robby's get well card alluding to the
millionaire major league baseball players who won't play the game if they
have  any kind of little boo boo. A hockey player, on the other hand, can
gets  eighteen stitches to close a high stick wound on his face, and then he's
right  back out on the ice skating again. Different toughness levels there.
There  were other funny remarks on Robby's card, and while the supervisors
and  managers might feel comfortable adding a smart ass comment to Mister
Dickers'  get well card, us worker bees do not. Seth laughs when he reads my
comment to  Robby, then says, "I hope Rob takes that as a joke," and I say,
"How else can  he take it? He knows I love him." Seth looks down then and
scuffs his sneaker  on the blacktop. I wish I hadn't mentioned the 'love' part
because Seth, like  Connor, thinks he's in love with me, but they're not
really. They love me the  way I love them, which is as a special friend. You can
love a friend a great  deal, but usually it's not in a sexual sense. What
complicates things for us  gay guys is we can have buddy sex with our
friends, so guys who don't know  what romantic love is may confuse the buddy sex
with true love. Straight  friends don't have that complication of course. I
too used to confuse  friendship love with true love, but then I discovered
true romantic love with  Robby and now I can easily differentiate the two.
They're quite different  while similar in some ways too. You can only truly
recognize the difference if  you've fallen into true romantic love with someone,
then it's, 'Ah, yes, I  see'.

As the work day moves along on this beautiful Thursday in late August,
something occurs to me that's been put to the back of my mind while worrying
about Robby and his dad, especially Robby. I like his dad, who's always been
very nice to me, but I'm in love with Robby so naturally he's first in my
heart as far as his well being is concerned. Anyway, what occurs to me as
I'm  working alongside the guys is the fact I'm as horny as a dog in heat.
Robby  and me had awesome lover's sex Monday night, but that is the last sex
I've  been involved in. Okay, granted it's only been three days, but there
isn't  going to be any sex with Robby for at least another day and probably
longer.  What's complicating the issue is the fact Seth's right here working
next to me  and we're usually messing around the edges of sexuality with each
other, so me  thinking about that isn't helping subdue my horniness. I don't
feel right  messing around with Seth, or having buddy sex with anyone as
long as Robby's  dealing with his concussion. I mean, I want to mess around
with Seth and I'd  love to have buddy sex, but it doesn't feel right. Before
Robby's accident  whenever I had occasional buddy sex I could rationalize it
away because Robby  might be doing the same. Now there's no way to
rationalize anything in Robby's  current condition. So it's a quandary I find myself
in. I know Robby's going  to be alright, but he isn't alright now so it
doesn't feel right for me to  mess around until he's back in action, so to
speak. Sonny texted me last night  from the basketball game insinuating he's
horny for me, and I'm just as horny  for that hottie. The memory of him tying me
to his desk chair and cutting my  hair pops into my head quite often. It
was a sub/dom sexy situation that  induced a luscious submissive trance in me
like I haven't experienced since  the days with Ryan when we were in deep
sexual heat for each other. While  thinking about that I'm weed whacking
around the edges of this lawn springing  a boner. A boner while weed whacking is
quite a trick, let me tell ya, but  I've got one in my shorts right now, fer
sure. That's how horny I  am.


I'm super relieved the big mowers aren't on the truck because Seth  would
want to mess around and, like I said, I'm just not feeling it today. So,
it's looking more and more like I'm going to break my record for the most
consecutive sexless days in, I don't know, the last two or three years at
least. Not a record I'm interesting in breaking, but I don't see anyway around
it. The work day is finally over and Chubby's driving us home while bitching
about how backed-up he is with his part time work. I don't have much to say
 about that because I'm dealing with my horniness. The body gets used to
certain things and when it's deprived of something it's been used to, that
can  be a problem. It's a little like a druggie in detox. After dropping me
off at  my house Chubby's going to get cleaned up and then go directly to his
other  job. I don't know what I'm going to do tonight. A refreshing shower
is the  first thing I do, then I sit at my desk,  wearing only jockey shorts,
 calling Robby. Of course he doesn't answer because he and his cell phone
were  separated somehow at the time of the collision. After some frustration
I  manage to recover the number of the cell phone Robby used last night, and
I  call that number. Naturally his mother answers because it's her cell
phone.  Jeez, why can't something go right for once? Robby's mom is very nice,
but a  little too overly enthusiastic about, well, about everything. She
tells me  she's so happy I called, then doesn't let me get a word in as she
goes on and  on about how sweet it is of me to be concerned about Robby's
condition. And  then she tells me way too much information about everything that
went on  yesterday and today, including everyone's initial speculations
about Robby's  and his dad's injuries before anyone knew anything about their
condition. I  learn all about the company's general manager who picked her up
to drive her  to Worcester. Mrs. Dickers tells me what they talked about
during the drive,  and the traffic problem they ran into, and then she changes
the slant of her  stream of consciousness monologue to this: "You can just
imagine my worry,  Dylan. I mean, my youngest son is in the Army so not
available to help his  mother in this time of need, not to mention my other two
men were involved in  a horrific traffic accident thru no fault of their own.
It was totally caused  by that awful, awful woman flying through a red
light recklessly. I told my  husband I'm going to make it my business to see
that woman losing driving  privileges before she succeeds in killing someone.
Rob was saying a little  while ago how marvelous it made him feel talking
with you last night. It's so  sweet the way you two boys love each other. It's
actually a relief to me that  some fast and loose girl didn't get her claws
into my Rob because he has such  a sweet nature. By now she'd be taking
terrible advantage of him. You know,  Dylan, I was just telling my husband,
Robert, that Rob has never been happier  or more outgoing then he's been this
summer. I did not know either of you boys  were gay before Rob told his father
and me, and if it were anyone other than  you I'd need to be on the alert
to make sure he wasn't taken advantage of Rob,  but with you, well, it's a
perfect match, you and my Rob. My gosh, you make a  very handsome couple. I am
not suggesting I'm glad Rob's homosexual, but I'm  not upset about it
either. Robert and I have always said whatever our boys  decide to do with their
lives we'll support them, and we have. I must tell you  though, I'm furious
at Dodger for joining the Army. Rob and Dodger have always  been the most
loving brothers. They're the most attractive boys I think I've  ever laid eyes
on. Ha ha, I know, I know I'm their mother, but I still believe  that to be
true and, oh my God, you fit right in with your extraordinary  looks, I
told Robert just the other day...." I'm getting a headache as Mrs  Dickers goes
on nonstop. All I wanted to do was talk to Robby.


When she needs to inhale, I jump in with, "Are you with Robby now, by  any
chance, Mrs Dickers?" She says, "Yes, he's been trying to get me to give
him the phone, but since you called me, and that was so sweet of you, I
thought it only fair to tell you a few of my thoughts. Thank you so much for
caring, Dylan. You'd be surprised how often a mother's feelings aren't of
interest to anyone. I'm about..." and I hear, "Mom, please!" A pause, then,
"Well, I've gone on  enough, Dylan. I've enjoyed our conversation immensely.
Here's Rob." I go,  "Thank you, Mrs. Dickers," but of course that was not
actually a conversation  we just had. It was a disjointed monologue from Robby's
mom with me playing  the part of her audience. Then I hear Robby's voice,
"Um, hi, Dylan," then he  says to his mom, "Okay, thanks, mom," then to me,
"Mom says she'll give me  some privacy while she visits with my dad. Sorry
about mom going on like that,  she's been stressed about the accident. When
she's stressed she talks nonstop.  I love my mom, but sometimes she thinks
everything is about her. How are you?"  I say, "I'm missing you mostly. Neither
work nor play is any fun without you,"  and he's like, "Oh, come on." I say,
"I'm serious, I need you to be back on  your feet before I'm going to be
able to enjoy myself again." He says, "That's  a sweet lie, one I'll pretend
you mean." I ask, "Are you being released  Friday, um, tomorrow?" He goes,
"No, there was a screw up with scheduling and  the tests they want to do won't
be done until tomorrow. My dad needs to take  the test for concussion
tomorrow too and we have the same last name, so the  scheduling got screwed up.
Anyway, Doctor Suznocko says he's pretty sure I'll  be released Saturday,
assuming the test come out the way he expects." I say,  "Saturday? That's
disappointing, Robby, but I'll visit you after work  tomorrow." He goes, "Oh,
Dylan, I'd love to see you, but it's an hour drive  each way and you'd be
driving in rush hour traffic, plus I can only have  fifteen minute visits until I
pass the concussion test. I can't let you put  yourself through all that
for a fifteen minute visit no matter how much I'd  love to see you and kiss
you." I shrug, "Okay, I'll wait if you insist. Um, do  you need a ride home on
Saturday?" He says, "No, dad's management guys have us  covered. They've
set up a schedule of drivers that covers all possibilities,  plus my mom can
drive if it comes to that."


Robby and I talk about general things for a while, things like hospital
food, and how the nurses wake Robby up in the night to ask if he needs a
sleeping pill, and all the crazy things that go on in a Hospital. His roommate
also has a concussion. He got his concussion from being tackled during
football practice. It's summer practice for a college team, but Robby can't
remember which one. He says he's noticing he forgets things he normally
wouldn't forget, so that's another annoying aspect of his concussion. I want  to
ask him what his hospital roommate looks like, but decide I don't want to
know. After fifteen minutes a nurse comes in to take Robby's vital signs, so
he tells me, "They do this all the time. It's exasperating. I gotta go,
Dylan." I say, "Okay, I love you, Robby and miss you something terrible." He
says, "Me too," so I guess he doesn't want to say he loves me with the nurse
there, then he says it, "I love you, Dylan." And that's it. Smelling the
back  of my wrist, I take a deep breath realizing how important Robby is to my
 happiness. Without the possibility of him delving into a little side sex I
 don't feel I should either, and of course I can't have my favorite sex
because  that involves Robby who's unavailable. It's not the end of the world
obviously. I can go a week without sex like lots of guys do routinely. I'm
oversexed, but I'm not a sex fiend. Unfortunately I can't hang out with
Chubby  either because he skipped his part time job Tuesday night when we went
to the  Paw Sox game, and he missed work  again last night because he stayed
with  me waiting for word about Robby. Now he's scrambling to catch up with
the work  load. I guess I'll be eating dinner alone tonight and tomorrow
night. This  would be a perfect time for a dinner date with Robby, except no
Robby.


Getting dressed I think about calling Sonny, but decide not to because
I've got this serious mental block about having buddy sex as long as Robby's
in the hospital. An annoyance for sure,  but I can deal with it. Then,  while
looking in the refrigerator for something I can cook for my dinner, I  get
a text from Cory. He hints around about me coming up to North Andover for
some bowling. Huh, I suspect he has something else in mind as well, but
Chubby's got the Jeep. That's a convenient excuse so I text him back with
regrets explaining I have no wheels tonight. Then I wonder about Billy. I
assumed he'd be contacting me, although if he does I'm going to tell him I'm  not
doing any of the stuff he wants me to do. It's just that it's another hit
to my ego that he hasn't at least tried to contact me. I know he said it
would  be three weekends before he was free to meet me in New Hampshire, but I
thought he'd at least call, that's all I'm saying. And Willie too. I thought
 he'd have called by now. Seth's working nights, and Ray is yesterday's
news.  Maybe I should give Travis a call. No, not really. That would be
horrible of  me. Hmmm, I wonder if Robby and Travis have been talking since the
accident?  Yeah, they probably have, but that certainly doesn't constitute
buddy sex so  that's no help. Then there's the two soldier boys, Dodger and
Connor, who I've  had a little fun buddy sex with, but why the hell am I going
on like this? I  mean, I wouldn't do it even if they all called me. I settle
on spaghetti for  dinner. While putting some water on to boil, my cell phone
rings. Checking my  caller ID I have to chuckle. It's the missing in
action, Vinnie. I answer,  "Hi, Vinnie, how come you never answer my texts?" He
says, "I'm sorry, Dylan,  but I told Robby the reason and he was suppose to
tell you." Turning on the  heat under the pot of water, I go, "Yeah, Robby
told me you didn't want to  come for a haircut because in the past it was
always with Dodger and it would  be too painful seeing me without him, right?" As
I'm getting a container of  Chubby's marinara sauce out of the freezer,
Vinnie says, "That's right, but  I'm asking you now if I can have a haircut
tonight. Dodger emailed me last  Sunday. He said I should just tell you I'm
coming, and once I tell you, then  I'd feel I have to. You know, because I said
I would." What's he saying? I put  the sauce in the microwave, muttering,
"Uh huh, and is that what this phone  call is about?" He hesitates, then
says, "Yep."


It's kinda funny how shy Vinnie can be without Dodger leading by  example.
Vinnie says, "It took me until just now to work up the guts to call  you.
Dodger told me to do it Monday because you'll probably be busy, but you'd  be
able to make time for me somewhere during the week and now the week's
almost over. Don't tell Dodger I didn't call you until Thursday, okay?" I'm
getting iceberg lettuce out of the refrigerator to make a salad, as I say,
"Well, Vinnie, Dodger's told you to call me before and he's asked me to text
you an invitation, which I did on three separate occasions, but you ignored
all of those times, so why now?" He says, "Well, yeah, um, because Dodger
will  be home next week and he doesn't want me to have long hair, it's as
simple as  that. He wasn't coming home on leave those other times. Plus, this
time he  explained to me how I can make it almost seem like he's with you and
me." I  roll my eyes, but giving Vinnie a haircut is something to do tonight
anyway,  so why not. I go, "How old are you? I mean, you drive, right?" He
says, "Of  course I drive. I turned eighteen on the fourth of July. My dad
says I'm a  Yankee doodle dandy." I mutter, "Please tell me he really doesn't
call you  that." He goes, "Yep, that's what he calls me." I go, "Uh huh, so
you're going  into your senior year. What courses are you taking?" He goes,
"I'm in section  AI for advanced physics and science courses." Jesus, only
thirty of the  brightest juniors get in that senior section. I ask, "Um,
Vinnie, you're so  smart but you don't act smart all the time. What's up with
that?" He mumbles,  "I dumb it down to the level of the people I'm with." I
laugh, saying, "Hey,  I'm not that dumb. You must know Manny Ruez, he's
another brainiac." Vinnie's  like, "Yep, I like Manny and he is really smart. We
worked a science project  together last year." I go, "What was the science
project?" and Vinnie's like,  "I'm sorry, Dylan, but you wouldn't understand
it even if I told you. Is it  okay if I come over tonight?" I say, "Sure,
Vinnie, I've missed you." he  mumbles, "Thanks, I missed you too. What time?" I
go, "Lets say seven-thirty."  he goes, "Thanks, Dylan, I'll see you then."

The water's boiling so I drop the spaghetti in and finish making my  salad.
You know what I'll do, I'll drag-out Vinnie's haircut and try to enjoy
myself, like a substitute for having sex. It's a stretch, I know that, but ya
gotta make do with what you've got, right? Plus, the posse boys who will be
needing 'back to school' haircuts next week, so that's something to look
forward to as well. Sex isn't everything. As far as I'm concerned it's really
 cool giving guys haircuts, so sure, I'd like to have sex every day but
there  are other hot things to be enjoyed as well. After dinner I clean
everything up  in the kitchen, then get the downstairs' half bath ready for
Vinnie's shampoo,  and lastly set up the barber tools for his haircut. Vinnie is
one unique kid  alright. I wonder if he's told his family he's gay, or if
Manny knows he is?  None of my business of course, I'm just curious. Sitting on
my front step  smoking a cigarette, I see Vinnie drive up. He's a small kid,
but really cute  and he's got a hot little body too. It's smallish, but
taut with subtle  muscular definition. He gets out of the car and looks up at
me with a wave and  a cute shy grin. No, I'm not thinking about having sex
with him. He's Dodger's  boyfriend and Robby's in the hospital, which are two
pretty good reasons sex  between Vinnie and me is not happening. Plus, I'd
never take advantage of  Vinnie, or anyone else for that matter. That's not
how I roll, to quote nutty  Ray. Nah, Ray's not the only one who says that,
lots of guys do. I've said it  before myself. I'm watching Vinnie come up the
steps thinking of the three-way  sex Dodger, Vinnie, and I have had in the
past. High heat when Dodger's  involved. I also liked the cigarette smoking
with sex that Dodger insists on.  Damn, that's sexy. I don't know why, it
just is.


Vinnie's wearing a white wife-beater's t-shirt, gym shorts that barely
reach past his big nuts, and sandals. He's a hot little Italian kid with a
swarthy complexion and lots of dark brown hair. It's been almost three months
since his last haircut. He's not tall, but his legs are sexy and so is he
actually. Dodger and Vinnie are molten hot together too. It's not out of the
range of possibility that during Dodger's two week leave the three of us
might  find ourselves along in the Dicker's pool house smoking and fucking.
That  thought makes me adjust my junk. Vinnie stops two steps below where I'm
sitting. He's got dark peach fuzz on his upper lip and some on his chin. I
stare at his face and then into his big dark eyes, watching his longish
eyelashes blink. I mutter, "Um, hi Vinnie, you've got some baby whiskers going
 for ya, don't ya?" He says, "Yep, don't you?" I stand up and flick my
cigarette butt, but it goes up and over my shoulder. Vinnie mutters, "That was
cool," and I say, "Where's my hello hug and kiss?" He steps up and we hug,
then Vinnie gives me a sexy kiss with his soft whiskers tickling my upper
lip  and chin. Jesus, is that hot! I've got to watch myself. I say, "You're
getting  all grown up this summer, Vinnie." He gooses my crotch and mutters,
"Yep, it  happens." Gulping, I grunt, "Don't do that, Vinnie," and he says,
"That cock  grab was from Dodger. He told me to do it and tell you it's from
him." I give  him a 'look', then open the front door and we go inside, with
me asking, "Do  you do everything Dodger tells you to do?" I'm expecting
him to say 'Yep', but  he says, "No, not everything," and leaves it at that,
then says, "I didn't get  to shower before coming over so I hope my hair
isn't too gross to cut." As we  walk downstairs, I say, "Nothing about you is
gross, Vinnie, and anyway my new  haircut procedure includes shampooing guys'
hair before the haircut. It makes  for better haircuts." He's like,
"Really?" and I go, "Really." Vinnie says,  "That sounds cool and, um, kind of sexy.
I bet Dodger will like  that."

We go into the half bath where I tell him, "Take your t-shirt off so it
doesn't get wet, and then sit it this chair." He takes off his t-shirt and a
wave of Vinnie's scent passes by me making my dick move. I tell myself, 'You
 will not take advantage of Vinnie'. No matter how much I'd like to get
involved sexually with him, I won't do it. That doesn't mean I won't enjoy him
 to the degree I can. Vinnie says, "The chair's backward. It's facing away
from  the sink." I go, "Yeah, that's how it works best," so he sits down and
I tilt  the chair back until it's resting on the rim of the seat, and he
goes, Oh,  yeah, I see." What I see it that Vinnie needs a booster seat
because his  head's resting on the back of the chair and not over the sink. Hmmm?
I tell  him, "Wait here. I need to get something for you to sit on so, um,
you'll be  more comfortable." He shrugs his sexy slumped shoulders that sort
of slump in  a rounded way. I resist touching him although I'd like to
because he's got  awesome pale tan skin that's tight and perfectly smooth. From
the storage room  I grab an old comforter and bring it back for Vinnie to sit
on. He says,  "Nice," and I imagine it is soft, but more importantly it
brings his head up  over the back of the chair so when I tip the chair back
again his head's over  the sink. I can't resist running my fingers through his
think soft hair,  massaging his scalp a little in the process. He says, "I'm
going to close my  eyes and enjoy this treatment. You're making me relax
and it feels good,  Dylan. Dodger said you'd take good care of me, and like he
always says, you're  wicked cool. I think so too." Sucking on my lips I'm
running my fingers up the  back of his head massaging his scalp and then I
give in and massage in thin  shoulders. His skin feels as good as it looks.


One last run of my fingers through his hair and then I turn on the  water
and let it come up to temperature before wetting his hair and working in
shampoo. The shampoo suds are creamy as my fingers rub through his hair
pulling it back from his forehead. Vinnie's another guy with a perfect  hairline,
almost straight across the top of his forehead. Some guys' hairline  starts
too low or too far back, but Vinnie's is just right. His eyes are  closed
and he looks so peaceful and relaxed. His longish fine eyelashes and  narrow
eyebrows go very well with his facial features. Some guys have way to  much
eyebrow, and in some unfortunate cases the eyebrows meet over the bridge  of
their nose. That is not a good look generally speaking, an unfortunate
quirk of nature. Vinnie's beginnings of whiskers couldn't be any cuter or
sexier. I've never seen smoother facial skin, but then this is the first time
I've ever studied Vinnie to any degree. I always thought he was a cute hottie,
 but without specific details as to why that is. Now I see I was right all
along. Both Dodger and Vinnie used to be short, but then Dodger had a
growth spurt the last year or so and now he's a tiny bit taller than Robby and
me. Vinnie didn't have a growth spurt and it doesn't look like he's ever
going  to so he's stuck at about five foot, six inches. Chubby's an inch taller
than  that, but I think that's about it for him too. Tris is shorter than
Chubby  with my mom an inch or two taller than him. I'm five foot, ten
inches, which  isn't tall, but it's not short either. Mom tells me her father was
six foot  tall so maybe a gene or two from him helped me grow as tall as I
am. I  wouldn't want to be any shorter either. Rinsing the shampoo out of
Vinnie's  hair, then running a comb through his wet clean hair from his
forehead back, I  take a last long look at his face while wishing Robby was out
alley-catting  around and Dodger was here with Vinnie and me. I can almost hear
Dodger  bossing us around with his cute grin and his way of saying bossy
things mixed  with compliments that make it all sound good and somehow you
want to do what  he says. Ha ha, Dodger's been an amazing kid from the first
day I met him  until the last. It'll be fun seeing him again. I can still
picture in my head  him taking off his Speedo bathing suit and standing naked
before me with his  four inch cock shriveled even smaller because he just got
out of the pool. I  didn't have a bathing suit with me that day so he
offered me his, skid marks  at the crotch and all. Dodger never did wipe his ass
properly. Damn, what an  original kid he is though! No, there's no way I'm
having sex with Dodger's  boyfriend unless Dodger is with us. It would be way
wrong of me and I'm not  doing it. Man am I horny though, and Vinnie isn't
doing anything to lesson my  horniness. Maybe I'll call Sonny after Vinnie's
haircut. I hate doing it with  Robby in the hospital, but one sexy time with
Sonny will get me over the hump  until Robby's back in the saddle. Just one
time, that's all.

Using a fluffy towel I vigorously rub Vinnie's wet hair getting a lot  of
the wetness out and then finish drying his hair using a hairbrush and hair
dryer. When dry his hair shines. Great head of hair on this kid. I mutter,
"Okay, all done, Vinnie, lets adjourn to the barbershop." He goes, "That was
awesome, Dylan," so I ask, "Are you glad you finally showed up for a
haircut?"  He says, "I still feel really weird being here with just you, but
Dodger said  it'd be sort of like he was here if I do everything the way Dodger
and I do it  normally when we're getting haircuts from you." I go, "Oh yeah?
What's that  mean?" He sits on the stool, saying, "You know, like the last
time. You blow  me and then I fuck you. It's been all summer since the last
time I had sex, so  Dodger must have known that would be just what I needed
to motivate me to  overcome my reluctance to come here alone." I laugh, "That
Dodger! He was  kidding you, Vinnie. Dodger being Dodger, ya know?" He
shakes his head, "No,  he was serious and that's what we're going to do." I'm
staring at him as he  shyly looks away. My dick's doing a summersault in my
pants and the lips of my  ass are squeezing closed, releasing, and squeezing
closed again in  anticipation of a fat hard cock passing tightly by. Doing a
fake cough, I go,  "We only do the sex part of a haircut when Dodger's
here," and he goes, "Not  this time, start the haircut." Oh my God, he's
imitating Dodger's bossiness  the same way Sonny imitates those BDSM videos. Here's
where my will power  comes in. I say, "I'm telling you for the last time,
we're not doing that." He  peeks up at me with his shy grin, muttering,
"You're wrong there, Dylan." I  take a deep breath combing through his hair,
giving me time to think. It  definitely is not me taking advantage of Vinnie, and
I was going to call Sonny  anyway, so I guess if Vinnie insists I won't
need to call Sonny.


I ask, "What kind of haircut do you want, Vinnie?" He says, "A regular
buzz cut for now, and when Dodger's home he wants to give me a GI haircut.
He's got a haircut fetish." I go, "Uh huh," and put the half inch guide on the
clippers, then say, "Your mother use to get mad at you for having really
short  hair. She change her mind, or are you just ignoring what she wants?" He
says,  "Ah, Dylan, don't put it that way. I pay attention to mom, but I'm
eighteen  now and can have any haircut I want. Anyway, she told me to get it
all cut off  because she's sick of my mop head." I mumble, "Okay, dude, but
I'm going to  need to cut part of your mop off with scissors so the clippers
don't get  clogged up." Vinnie's hair is almost three inches long all over
his head which  wouldn't be a problem for the clippers with normal hair, but
Vinnie's is extra  dense." Combing up his three inch long bangs and holding
the hair between the  index and middle finger of my left hand, I slice
through the hairs with my  professionally sharp barber scissors and it's a long,
"Scrunchhhh," sound as  more than two inches of dense dark brown hair falls
onto Vinnie's lap. I do  the same thing all over his head until all the
hair on his head are an uneven  three-quarters of an inch long. That was kind
of sexy cutting his hair like  that. There's lots of Vinnie's hair on his
shoulders, his lap, and all around  us on the floor. Actually there's more cut
hairs on his thighs then his lap  because he's wearing those uber short gym
shorts. I adjust my junk as I'm  putting the comb and scissors down. Vinnie
feel's his hair, muttering, "Cool,"  and then he gets a finger in the back
of my shorts at the waistband and pulls  me over to him. He's still sitting
on the stool, "Get around here in front of  me, Dylan." God, the way he said
that already has my dick buzzing and my balls  rolling around in their sack.


I go, "What?" as Vinnie unbuttons my shorts, muttering, "You know damn
well what." He pulls down my zipper and drops my shorts to my ankles, then
pulls down my underpants, saying, "Step out of them." I'm hooked now as a
small trance invades my brain and it's feels so nice, really nice. "Take off
your t-shirt too." I do that and Vinnie goes, "Oh my God, a nip ring. That's
so cool! When'd you get that?" I mutter, "Last week,"  and he reaches around
me and smacks my ass, then says, "You're the coolest,  now get on your
knees," so I get on my knees anxious to taste his hot cock.  I'm kneeling on
Vinnie's hair in front of the stool and it feels silky.  Vinnie's brushing cut
hairs off his lap and legs with the hairs drifting down  and some of it
sticks to me and a big clump of his hair drifts around my cock  and balls. My
cock is tightening-up already. Vinnie gets his gym shorts down,  as he's
muttering, "This works so much better when Dodger's here telling me  what to do
next." With his gym shorts halfway down his thighs I see he's  wearing a
jockstrap for underwear. He reaches over and grabs my ears between  the thumb
and forefinger of each hand, saying, "The jock strap is Dodger's  idea and
I've been wearing it since Monday, never knowing which day I'd have  the guts
to call you. It's probably a little ripe by now, but start licking  it.
Dodger wants it saturated before you get to suck my cock and I need to  email him
about every detail, so don't screw up." He thinks I give a shit what
Dodger thinks, which isn't the case. Licking Vinnie's jockstrap is something  I'm
looking forward to doing, so that's no problem for me.


With him holding onto my ears he pulls my face into his jockstrap,  "Ugh,"
it's definitely a little ripe, but Vinnie has a strange sweet scent to  his
skin and his balls have a stronger version of the same scent which  elevates
it to quite a sexy level. I've never had my faced pressed against his
groin before so it's a new scent for me to savor. Pretty hot actually as I lap
at his jock and then, starting under his balls, I do long licks up around
the  front of his mound of cock and balls nestled inside his jock. He's much
better  endowed than Dodger, not that either of them are responsibility for
the size  of their dicks one way or the other. Ya gotta make the best of the
cards  you're dealt. Vinnie keeps my face pressed to his groin by pulling on
my ears  and it's a hot dominant move although I don't believe Vinnie sees
it that way.  It's more likely that Dodger does this to Vinnie and Vinnie's
imitating his  idol. With Dodger there'd also be some hot-shit chatter going
along with all  this. Whether Vinnie knows he's made dominant move or not
it's giving me a  boner. His jock is getting saturated with my spit as his
cock tightens up to  the extent the head is peeking out the top of his
jockstrap. The pee slit  quivers a little so I lick at it and Vinnie starts
squirming on the stool.  Letting go of my ears, he cups behind my head with one of
his small hands and  pulls his jock down, hooking it under my chin, with the
other. The scent  intensifies noticeably and I have to swallow a moan so
not to embarrass  myself. With a hand against either side my head Vinnie moves
my face around  his damp groin area with my nose mostly in his pubic hairs
and my lips  dragging over the root of his cock that's now flat and very
hard against his  belly pointing up. My head is full of his odiferous crotch
smell now, which is  basically all I can smell. He takes his hard boner
between his fingers and  rubs it around my face, then tries sticking the end of
the head in my nose,  but it much too big to go up my nostril. Vinnie attempts
it a couple of times  before realizing there's no fucking way it'll fit. If
he's a genius, so is my  ass!


Finally he unhooks the jockstrap from under my chin, and says, "Okay,
you've been a good boy scout, you can suck my cock now." I take hold of it and
Vinnie says, "Pull my jockstrap off me first." It's a little awkward, but I
get it off, and drop it in his cut hairs on the floor, then gobble in as
much  of his cock as my mouth can hold and immediately begin licking and
sucking on  that fat organ. Man, it gets big, and Vinnie' beginning to make quiet
groans  as he squirms on the stool while running his hands on my back and
shoulders. A  glob of precum drools from my cock and lands in the cut hair on
the floor next  to the jockstrap. When Vinnie lets out a long, "Ooooooh,
mmmmm," a long string  of precum gets sucked down my throat. "Aaaah," he goes,
then pushes my face  away with the palm of his hand on my forehead. "Let me
taste, Dylan," so I get  on my feet, lean over and our lips suck together
with Vinnie's tongue in my  mouth, then my tongue moving from my mouth to
his, slurping on his  precum. He does it three times before I hear a soft splat
of precum from my  boner, and then one from Vinnie's... both drop onto his
sheared hair. It's  getting a little sticky down there with precum and hairs
mixing together.  Vinnie gasp, then reaches around me to, "SMACK! SMACK!"
my ass. "Get your  cigarettes," he orders me, but I'm thinking, we can't
smoke in the house. I  go, "We can't smoke inside, Vinnie," "SMACK!"  Again with
the smacked ass  routine. He says, "You've got a big fan right over there
next to the  washer/dryer. Open the cellar door and put the fan in the
doorway to suck out  the smoke." Sounds sensible and I'm in deep enough of a
submissive frame of  mind to want to please Vinnie. So, with my boner bobbing in
front of me I move  the big fan over to the door, open the door and turn the
fan on. Vinnie sits  on his throne like a little prince with a cute face, a
hot little body, and  uneven cropped hair that he's running his fingers
through. Then he holds out  his hand, saying, "Cigarettes!" I get my smokes
from the pocket of my shorts  and give Vinnie my pack of Marlboros and my Bic
lighter. Lighting a cigarette,  he takes a drag and then reaches up to put
his thumb in my mouth, "Suck on my  thumb while my balls settle down, okay?" I
lean over and suck on his thumb.  Hmmm, he must have eaten a chocolate
candy bar recently because that's what  the pad of his thumb taste like. Exhaled
cigarette smoke drifts from his mouth  and is attracted to the flow of air
heading in the direction of the garage, so  this'll work okay.


Vinnie takes his thumb out of my mouth, wipes it on my forehead, then
passes me his cigarette. It's awesomely lipped as I put the dripping filter
between my lips. He lights another one for himself and takes a drag, then as
he exhales through his nose and mouth, he says, "Suck my cock again." He
sounds exactly like Dodger. He's doing a imitation of Dodger's smirk now too,
but his basic shyness doesn't allow him to give me the steady stare that
Dodger always does. Dodger, who doesn't have a shy molecule in his body, could
 stare a hole through you. I exhale smoke in Vinnie's direction, then
inhale as  I'm getting on my knees. I hold my exhale until his cock's in my mouth
and  then let the smoke drifts out around the shaft and in among his pubic
hairs  making them appear to be smoldering. Vinnie blows smoke down into my
face,  saying, "Lick my nuts." I exhale smoke onto  his nuts and then lick
under  them near his asshole. Vinnie puts his legs over my shoulders and cups
both  hands behind my head bringing his asshole up and I lick the hairs
around it,  then lap as much of his ass crack as I can reach. This gets me deep
into a  submissive frame of mind and now I don't mind moaning because
that's what  submissive types do. They moan while giving pleasure to their
dominant sex  partner. That's what it's all about, pleasing them. Of course, in
the process  my cock gets extra hard too. I flatten my tongue on his asshole
and lap over  it a number of times before sucking on the lips, then
swallowing an acrid  taste. My tongue goes into his rectum as Vinnie squeezes his
thighs against  the side of my head pulling my face tightly against his belly,
his boner is  hugging his stomach poking up against my cheek, next to my
nose. I inhale his  sexy scent as his cigarette smoke drifts around my head. A
long submissive  moan escapes my throat, "Ooooooh, aaah, aaah, mmmm." Then I
get my tongue in  his ass again with Vinnie tightening his sphincter muscle
on my tongue and  more precum drools from my cock at the same time a nice
drool of it comes out  the pee slit of Vinnie's hard boner. His precum slides
down the side of my  nose and continues around my lips as my tongue fucks
his asshole. There's a  whining sound of sexual pleasure coming from my
throat. Vinnie groans, "Mmmm,  ooh, fuck," then he pushes my head away with a
string of his precum connecting  the side of my nose and the head of his cock.
I'm so horny I feel my orgasm  building. "Oooh, I'm gonna cum, Vinnie," I'm
fighting it off, but "Aaaah,  oooh, gawd," my boner trembles and I know the
slightest stimulation is gonna  bring on a premature ejaculation. I'm just
not use to going this many days  between orgasms. With his cigarette clamped
between his teeth, Vinnie says,  "Stand up," as he's pulling me up by my
ears. If my cock even brushes against something I'm blowing my load. Vinnie
gets his little hand on my balls and squeezes hard. "Ooooow!' I screech,
stepping back, "Fuck! Vinnie!" He says, "Do ya feel like climaxing now?" I
look down and see my dick's almost limp, so I mutter, "No,  I guess not, but
that really hurt, Vinnie." he says, "I'm sorry, but you were  going to spurt
spunk all over the place too soon. I like when I fuck it out of  you because
it makes me feel tough and big.


He drags on his cigarette while stroking his cock and looking at me.  Then
he says, "I don't know what we should do next. Dodger always has it all
planned out in his head, ya know?" I shrug, my nuts are still aching so I'm a
little pissed-off. I mutter, "Yeah, right about now Dodger would tell me to
crunch your nuts into dust." Vinnie goes, "No he wouldn't. Don't be mean,
Dylan, that's not like you at all." I go, "Don't fret, Vinnie, I'm not gonna
 retaliate... I know you're only doing what you think Dodger would do,
although  he never squeezed by nuts as hard as you did." He mutters, "I'm sorry.
He  never crushed my nuts like that either. I don't know why I did that to
you."  Staring at him for a second, I say, "Why don't I finish your haircut
while you  decide what we do next." He's looking at his boner, then says,
"Okay, but  first can you suck the precum off my cock?" I shrug, then lean
down and suck  precum out that tastes pretty good so I lick the head and take
more of the  shaft in my mouth. Vinnie mumbles, "Dude, you like sucking cock
almost as much  as I do." I'm getting into it again now taking all the shaft
I can fit inside  my mouth. His cock head is pushing against my gag reflex
area so I drop my  head and get the head into my throat. It feels good so I
go down on it until  my face is plastered against his belly with pubic hairs
all around my lips.  Holding that position I'm working my throat muscles on
his cock for a bit,  then I begin bobbing my head up and down on his cock
feeling it moving and  stretching my throat. His cock gets fatter, almost
gagging me as Vinnie's  groaning and moving all around on the stool. Then he
cups behind my head  holding my face against his groin area tightly and begins
humping his hips  fucking my throat. He's frantically thrusting his boner
back and forth in my  throat while making whining sounds of deep sexual
arousal and pleasure. I need  to breathe in the worse way, but this has me so
turned on I'm not struggling  to get free. The fat firm head of his cock plows
back and forth in my throat  with me gagging and trying to breathe, with
very little success. He screeches,  slamming his crouch against my face,  then
holds my face against his  stomach in a death hold while moving hips in a
thrusting motion even though  there no room to thrust. A high breathy sound
from Vinnie as his body shakes  and his cock begins pumping cum down my
throat. He's moaning, "Aaaah, aaah,  aaah, Oooooooh!!" as cum gushes from  his
cock flooding my throat. I  really need some air, but he continues humping his
hips, moaning, "Mmmmm,  ooooh." Now only little spurts of cum shoot down my
throat. It's creamy and  thick and beginning to clog as I gasp for air.
Finally he's spent, letting go  of my head and I sit down backwards on the
floor, sliding on my ass a little  on the cut hairs mixed with precum. I gasp air
into my lungs. In a fog I look  at my cock that's as hard and tight as can
be. I didn't even realize I had a  boner. Vinnie goes, "Holy shit! What a
climax I just had! That was totally  unexpected. I don't think Dodger would
have scripted  that."


Oh great, he got his rocks off now while I've moved up from horny to  blue
balls status, twice as horny as I was when Vinnie walked in here. Jesus,
that was hot! I'm still taking deep breaths between swallowing hard trying to
dislodge the clump of thick cum at the back of my throat. I didn't get much
of  a taste of his cum because it bypassed my taste buds. Vinnie's watching
me  trying to gulp his cum down my throat, as he's quietly saying, "That
might be  the wildest orgasm I've ever had. It's been all summer without
Dodger's sex so  maybe I was, you know, horny." Still sitting on the floor with
Vinnie's cut  hairs sticking to my ass, I ask him, "Don't you have a fuck
buddy?" He shakes  his head, "No. I'm too shy to approach anybody. Anyway I
don't know anyone  who's gay except you, Dodger, and his brother." This might
be a good time to  ask, "Um, what did Dodger tell you the reason was for him
joining the Army? It  seems like he did it on a whim." Vinnie goes, "He told
me it wasn't a spur of  the moment decision, he planned it." I ask, "Why?"
Vinnie shrugs his  shoulders, "I'm not suppose to tell anyone." I go, "Oh,
don't worry, Dodger  wouldn't mine you telling me," emphasizing 'me'. Vinnie
logically says, "If he  wanted you to know he'd have told you himself. You
guys email every Sunday."  Hmmm, a little bit of logic from the diminutive
brainiac. I try another  tactic, "Actually he did tell me and I merely wanted
to see if he told you the  same thing." Vinnie, still sitting on the barber
stool, says, "Oh, what'd he  say? I'll tell you if he told you the truth or
not." Balls! I mutter, "Oh,  forget it, Vinnie, you don't know either." He
grins, "I do  so!"


Abandoning my failed attempt at fooling  Vinnie, I get up wiping his hair
off my ass, then go into the half bath to  wash off our precum and sticking
hairs. Vinnie's chuckling about something so  I give him a grin. Still bare
ass naked, I return to the barbershop while  drying my ass with a hand towel.
Vinnie's smirking cutely at me as I pick up  the clippers with the half
inch guide attached and turn  them on. With my left hand against the back of
Vinnie's head I run the  clippers down the middle of his head shearing off all
but a half inch of his  hair. That strip of hair sticks up briskly. His
hair is so dense I can't see  his scalp, which makes for the best looking buzz
cuts... that and a  good hairline. There's a sexy something about buzzing a
friend's  hair, but like I always say, there's a sexual  basis of some kind
in almost anything you do with a peer. That goes for  straights as well as
gays, and as I've said before, I for one can almost see  why a person would
have certain fetishes, and haircutting with a buddy is one  of them. The
buzzing off of Vinnie's hair goes on for maybe eight minutes with  me going over
the same area at least twice because there  always a few hairs that
miraculously survive the first run of the clippers.  The front hairline and the
crown get more then two passes with the clippers.  Then I use the trimmers to
outline around his ears and taper the neck line a  bit. That's a better look
than simply squaring off the neck hairline, or God  forbid rounding the neck
hairline which woman barbers seem to do  often.


After  brushing hair clippings off Vinnie's slender, slumped shoulder, I
ask, "Are we  done?" and he goes, "Unfortunately, we are. I shot my load down
your throat so  I won't be able to fuck you like you seem to want." I act
irritated, "I don't  'seem' to want that, you were the one who insisted on it
and I was the one who  said there's no way we're doing it. Remember?" Vinnie
whines, "I'm just going  with what Dodger told me, don't blame it on me."
Dropping that, I'm getting  dressed figuring I'll need to call Sonny because,
while I was horny to start  with, after this experience with Vinnie I'm
hornier than ever. He puts his  shirt on, saying, "Thank you for the haircut
and especially for sucking me  off. Dodger will be disappointed that's all we
did and I am too. Maybe if you  ask him Dodger will agree to have a
three-way with you included, although he's  chomping at the bit to have sex with me.
He's in love with me which is very  different than loving you as his
friend." Huh, Vinnie realizes that too.  Dressed now, I say, "You're quite right
about that, Vinnie. How about helping  me clean up here." He goes, "Sure,"
and we do it together. I'm about ready to  jump his bones, but my enormous
supply of willpower manages to stop me.  Walking up the stairs Vinnie thanks me
again. He looks so hot with his buzz  cut I run my fingers across his head
and then give him a kiss. He smiles and  says, "You want it... heh, heh.
Wait till I tell Dodger he's right." I mutter,  "Don't be silly, and don't be a
stranger either. You did fine coming here  alone." At the front door he
says, "It was okay, but it's better with Dodger  here too." I shrug, he waves
and he's gone. Dammit!


Okay,  where's my cell phone? It's in my pocket of course so I take it out
and press  Sonny's name on my contacts list. As the phone rings I look out
the window and  see Vinnie coming up the steps. Hitting 'end' I break the
connection wondering  why Vinnie's coming back so soon. Hmmm, maybe he realizes
he's the one who  wants it. I'm going to play hard to get just for the fun
of it. The bell rings  and when I open the door, he says, "My damn car won't
start, Dylan. The  battery's dead. It's been giving my mom problems lately,
so I guess we need a  new battery." I say, "I'm sorry about that, Vinnie.
Do you want to call a  service station for a jump?" He holds up his cell
phone, saying. "We have road  service on our insurance, I already called them,
but the guy won't be here for  an hour. Can I wait inside? It's too freaking
hot out there." I go, "Of course  you can wait in here," but at the  same
time I'm thinking, 'Damn, now I  can't call Sonny until Vinnie leaves, and
what the hell are we going to do for  the next hour? I ask, "Do you wanna play
a computer game?" So we do that and  we have some good competition which
passes the time nicely, plus Vinnie's  enjoyable to look at and I like his
scent. He's got a cute naive way about  him, although I can see where some of
Dodger's personality has worn off on  Vinnie. I'm just guessing here but I
think he treats me like Dodger treats  him. In other words he's complimentary,
but bossy at times too. It's like he  assumes I'm okay with it, and of
course I am. He'll say things like, 'You're  awesome at this computer game,
better than me,' then in a very matter of fact  way, he'll say, 'Come on out on
the balcony now because I want a cigarette,'  or 'Run out to the kitchen and
get us a cold drink. What do you have?' He says  it in a way that not
insulting, but there's no doubt he feels he's in charge  between us even though
he's in my house and in many ways he's shy. A very  strange combination, but
then he's been under Dodger's influence for a couple  of years now so what do
I expect.


It's been  the better part of an hour, so I ask, "Is the guy going to knock
on my door or  text when he's here?" Vinnie says, "He's supposed to call. I
told him I'd be  waiting inside your condo. Maybe I better check on him,"
and he calls the  service station. Frowning, he ends the call, and tells me,
"He was already  here, but didn't see me so he left. The dispatcher forgot
to tell him to call  me when he gets here and now it'll be another hour and a
half." Oh shit! Well,  I guess I'll be whacking off tonight and I haven't
needed to do that for  months. Looking a Vinnie, I reluctantly ask, "How long
of a recovery time do  you need between climaxes?" He laughs, "Dodger was
right, you do want me to  fuck you." I go, "I asked a simple question,
Vinnie, don't read anything into  it." He laughs, "No, it was not just a simply
question, you want it, admit  it," so I go, "Okay, I wouldn't mind some buddy
sex. I haven't gone without  sex all summer, like you, but it's been awhile
since I've had some good old  fashioned buddy sex." He's sitting in my desk
chair smirking cutely with his  hands clasped together on his stomach. He
says, "I'd love to fuck you, I told  you we were going to do it, didn't I?" I
shrug, and he says, "You sucked me  off so I thought that would be the end
of it, but happenstance intervened.  Okay, I'll do you the way Dodger does
me. Oh man, I can't wait to tell Dodger  about this! He's the most awesomely
sexy kid in the world." I go, "Well, lets  not go off the deep end" I don't
know why Vinnie doesn't think I'm sexy, he  seems blasé about me, but what
the hell does he know. Vinnie says, "Get over  here so I can undress you.
Dodger undresses me and feels all over my body. He  says he loves my little
body." Then Vinnie takes his shirt off and holds out  his arms put with his
fists in the air making muscles, adding, "Not so little,  huh?" Nice bicep
muscles, so I ask, "Have you been working out?" He's like,  "Only all summer.
I've been lifting weights to enhance my sex appeal for  Dodger." Hmmm, I wasn't
concentrating on Vinnie's chest during his haircut  because I was studying
his face, but he now has more than the subtle muscle  definition I remember.
It used to be subtle, but now he looks hard and very  fit. "Nice body,
Vinnie. You're hot, dude." He blushes a little, then mumbles,  "Thanks, I think
so too." That makes me chuckle, but his body is hot  looking.


Vinnie  wiggles his finger for me to come over to where he's sitting in my
desk chair.  "Get closer, Dylan. Your legs touching my knees. That's it,
just stand there."  He pulls my pants down leaving my jockey shorts on and cups
my nuts. I say,  "Don't crush them again, Vinnie, or playtime is over." He
squeezes my balls,  asking, "Is playtime over yet?" I mutter, "Don't press
your luck," and he  squeezes them harder, asking, "How 'bout now. Playtime
over?" I grunt and move  my feet as I look down at him, then reach over and
rub my fingers through his  buzz cut. Damn, I want this little shy dynamo to
fuck me with that five inch  fat cock of his. He squeezes harder and I go
,"Oooh, ow!" He says, "Playtime  isn't gonna be over, is it, Dylan? You want it
bad just like Dodger said you  would. He thinks you're the coolest kid
ever, but he knows you can't resist  being submissive during sex. Dodger always
had his way with you in the end  didn't he?" I'm biting my lip wanting to
tell Vinnie to fuck off, but I want  to get fucked more than I want to tell
him to fuck off. It's going on four  days now since my last orgasm. I groan,
"That hurts, Vinnie," and he tightens  his hand some more making me bend
forward with a hand on each of his  shoulders. My head is just above his and his
scent swirls around in my head.  It's happened quickly, but I know he's in
charge already. Vinnie lets go of my  balls and I lean down and kiss his
lips. He grins, saying,  "Stand up,  Dylan. I'm just replicating some of
Dodger's and my sex play." I stand up,  liking the direction this is going. He
pulls down my jockey shorts and I'm  surprised to discover I have half a boner.
Vinnie puts my cock in his mouth  and suck on it awesomely getting me
squirming and moaning. It feels so fucking  good! Moving my cock in his mouth he
rubs the head of my hardening penis  against the inside of his cheeks, the
back of his throat, the roof of his  mouth, and then against his teeth while
his lips and tongue are licking and  sucking it at the same time... quickly
my cock becomes a steel shaft and I'm  holding my breath to get my moans of
sexual pleasure under control. He deep  throats my steel shaft a few times
and then takes it out of his mouth. It's  pointing up and a little away from
my body as a shiver of pleasure zips around  my groin.


Vinnie  says, "How was that?" I nod my head and a moan comes out before I
can speak.,  "Ooooooh, mmmm." My shoulders shudder as a long string of precum
drools from  the head of my cock. I mutter, "Awesome, Vinnie, that was
awesome." He grabs  my nuts again and squeezes, asking, "Is this awesome too?" I
go, "No," as he  squeezes harder, then lets go, and says, "That's what
Dodger does to me. I'll  be Dodger and you be me. First thing you do as me is
take off my sneakers." I  ask, "Why?" and he says, "So you can lick my toes of
course, or would you  rather I squeeze your nuts?" I go, "Dodger licks
you're feet?" He says, "No, I  lick his. I just told you, you're taking my place
and I'm being Dodger. Maybe  you'll like licking my toes as much as I like
licking his." Naturally I'm  thinking about doing Chubby a favor by licking
his feet, although Chubby gets  more turned-on licking mine. Kneeling down,
I take Vinnie's sneaker and sweat  sock off. His bare foot is damp and
smelly. He wiggles his toes and a  prominent foot odor wafts up. Looking up at
him to see if he's serious, he  says, "Go ahead, lick my toes." I lick across
his smelly toes as he again  wiggles them. Vinnie says, "I'd think this is a
little sick except I do the  same for Dodger. All my toes in your mouth
now." I can't believe I'm doing  this with Vinnie and I'm not sure how we got
to this point so quickly. Sucking  on his toes a few seconds is all it takes
for me to slide into a dreamy trance  with my eyelids drooping. Inhaling his
foot odor deepens my trance and  somewhere in my brain I'm thinking how
glad I am Vinnie's car wouldn't start.  He's giggling as he pulls his toes out
of my mouth and rubs the sole of his  foot on my face spreading my saliva
from his toes. He mumbles, "I'll be  damned, you get the same way I get with
Dodger." He takes his foot off my face  and stands up pressing his crotch in
my face, saying, "Pull my shorts down and  suck my cock." It's shocking to
me that Vinnie's able to pull this off, but  I'm going along for the ride
getting more than I expected.


Pulling  down his shorts I take his limp penis in my fingers surprised he
isn't  aroused. I'll bet anything he's aroused sexually when he's in my
position and  Dodger's in Vinnie's position. Oh man he smells sexy so I lean my
face against  his groin, my nose in his pubic hair, and just enjoy the scent.
Vinnie says,  "If you want me to fuck you, Dylan, I'll need a boner," and
he rubs my  shoulders, adding, "You have a sexy body. It's not nearly as
athletic as  Dodgers, but it's appealing just the same." One last inhale, then I
hold his  cock to the side and lick his balls. When I've covered them in
spit, I suck  the low hanging one into my mouth and lick it. I can feel his
cock hardening  up in my fingers so I push his other ball in my mouth getting
most of the  scrotum in along with it. He moves his feet, murmuring, "Mmmm,
yeaaah."  His cock is getting hard quickly now as I slurp on his nuts. Using
my  fingers I pull his sack of balls out of his mouth and suck his cock
into my  mouth. It takes less then a minute of sucking and licking to get his
cock's as  hard as mine. He backs up taking a deep breath, then saying, "This
rocks!" He  takes his shorts all the way off and kicks them aside, saying,
"Get out of  your clothes." I'd like to suck his cock some more, but I do
what I'm told and  pull my t-shirt over my head. Vinnie goes, "Cool!" and
touches my nip ring,  asking, "When did you say you got this?" I smell the back
of my wrist, then  mumble, "Last week." He says, "It looks sore," and I nod
my head that it is.  Standing up I take my shorts and underwear the rest of
the way off and Vinnie  does what Ryan used to do, he takes hold of my cock
in his smallish hand and  leads me with it like it's a leash. He tells me,
"We're going downstairs where  I can smoke a cigarette while fucking you.
This is fun!" I lean down and get  my cigarettes and lighter from my shorts not
even giving a thought to  objecting. Both of us bare ass naked as Vinnie
pulls on my boner, saying,  "Come on, get moving," and I love that authority
in his voice. Totally  unexpected.


As we  awkwardly go down the steps a big glob of precum from my cock runs
down  Vinnie's fist. He giggles, "You're turned on by me, aren't you?" Yeah,
I am,  but I can't speak at the moment, so he yanks on my cock, asking,
"Aren't you?"  I manage to mutter, "Uh huh." At the bottom of the steps Vinnie
lets go of my  boner and it flops up against my belly wetting it with more
precum. Vinnie  takes my pack of cigarettes and lights two Marlboro lights,
then hands me one,  saying, "Well, how do I want to fuck you? How about we do
the old standby with  you on your hands and knees." I look at him through my
awesome trance, then  take a drag off the cigarette. He's like, "No,
instead of doggie style, you  lay sideways on the chaise lounge with your asshole
at the edge." I'm still  looking at him so he smacks my ass, saying, "Go
ahead, get over there," and he  grabs my cock again pulling me to the couch
that Chubby and I used to lay on  together watching TV. He turns me around by
my dick, then pushes my chest and  I lay down. Vinnie pulls on my legs until
my ass is just off the edge. With  smoke pouring out his nostrils, he says,
"Get an arm around each leg and pull  your legs back against your chest." I
put my cigarette between my teeth and  pull my legs back and Vinnie smacks
my ass hard. "Stay like that, Dylan. Pull  your legs back more, feet in the
air and keep smoking. This is getting hot  now!" He pulls his cigarette from
between his lips taking a drag, just looking  at me, then casually gives my
ass two more hard slaps, "Smack! Smack!" His  cigarette goes back between
his teeth as he sticks a finger up my ass. Smoke  comes out of his mouth with
his words, "Damn, I forgot what a hot ass you've  got here. I've fucked your
ass with Dodger so I should have remembered." His  finger massages my
prostate as he takes his cigarette from his teeth with his  free hand. A long
exhale of smoke is directed between my legs to my face. I  want him to fuck me
so bad I whimper, and Vinnie goes, "That's just how I get  when Dodger's
teasing me with his finger up my ass. Keep your feet up in the  air, don't let
them hang down towards your ass."


Vinnie  reaches over and takes my cigarette from my mouth and a long ash
falls on my  cheek. "Sorry about that, Dylan," he says and gives my ass two
more smacks  with, "Slap! Slap!' sounds ringing in my ears. Vinnie lights
another cigarette  and then gets on the chaise lounge. On his knees he leans
over my head, and  with cigarette smoke drifting in my face, he says, "Suck my
cock some more." I  whimper again as the lips of my anus vibrates in
anticipation of Vinnie's hard  cock soon sliding tightly past them. With an arm
around both my thighs and my  feet in the air I suck his cock until a long
string of precum drool onto my  tongue. Vinnie blows smoke in my face
withdrawing his cock and it's finally  time. He hops off the couch and smacks my ass
again, then presses the head of  his boner against my asshole spreading the
lips and my shoulders do their  shudder as I moan, "Mmmmm." Vinnie's grinning
around his cigarette, then humps  his hips and his fat cock is inside.
"Aaaaah!" from me and a soft grunt from  Vinnie. Biting on the filter of his
cigarette Vinnie holds onto the sides on  my thighs and slowly forces his fat
cock up my ass. It hurts going in, but at  the same time it's the best
feeling in the world. "Tight," mutters Vinnie,  then a drag on his cigarette and
two matching streams of smoke exhale through  his nostrils. He asks, "Does
this hurt, Dylan? I don't want to hurt you." I  shake my head so he leans
against me with his pubic hairs flat against my  buttocks. Just about laying on
me between my legs, totally impaling me with  his boner, he blows smoke in
my face and grins at me. "Damn, this feels good,"  he mumbles, then
straightens up and withdraws his cock almost all the way out,  he hesitates to take
his cigarette from his lips, and then pushes his cock  back up my ass with me
moaning, "Aaaaaah, ooh, ooh, ooh." He asks, "Ready to  get fucked, Dylan?"
I nod my head real fast like Ryan used to do and Vinnie  pulls his cock back
and pushes it back in more smoothly. Sensations in my  rectum get turned on
like a light switch turning on a light, "Mmmmmm, Vinnie,  mmmm."


Two more  steady thrust and then Vinnie pulls out altogether as I go,
"Nooooo, ummm." He  says, "This is a three cigarette fuck, Dylan. Let me light
another cigarette  and then I'll fuck you like Dodger fucks me." He puts out
his butt and lights  a fresh one, mumbling, "I'm getting dizzy from smoking
so fast." Back over he  comes and when his cock slides back up my ass my
whole body shakes. With his  cigarette between his teeth, he forces a finger up
my ass next to his cock and  begins moving his hips thrusting his cock back
and forth in my ass with his  finger mimicking the motion of his boner. I'm
soon writhing on the couch  moaning with sexual pleasure as Vinnie's cock
and finger stimulate the lips of  my anus until I could scream with pleasure.
His cock grows as it gets harder  and I'm soon humping my ass off the couch
as he's driving his cock up my ass.  The ash from his cigarette falls off
onto my pulsating cock. Precum  leaks out continuously. The friction on the
lips of my asshole has me making a  total fool of myself moaning and groaning
as if Vinnie's taking my cherry. My  prostate is deliriously alive vibrating
pleasure with both Vinnie's cock and  his finger stimulating it until I'm
in a frenzy, moaning and squirming under  his steady thrusting. The steady,
"Slap, slap, slap, slap," sound of his  crotch against my ass rings in my
ears like a beautiful choir. His boner  relentlessly driving up my ass with
cigarette smoke in the air competing with  Vinnie's scent and it's perfection.
Nothing has ever been so welcome as  Vinnie's finger and cock in my ass. A
universe of sexual pleasure that I wish  would continue for years, but it
takes less then five minutes of fucking to  bring on my first climax in four
days. It builds quickly and is like a  supernova in my brain as my boner lifts
up, I squeal like a pig being  slaughtered, my body quivering and then
everything seems bright as my head  comes off the couch and cum pumps up from my
balls to shoot up in the air a  few feet, then more squeals as more cum is
drained from my nuts and joins the  world for a brief period in time. I'm
still shaking and my cock's still  quivering and drools of cum run down my
boner, then sadly I return to earth.  Vinnie's muttering, "Jesus, that was a
hell of a climax," as he continues  thrusting his boner in my ass.


I savor  the spectacular sensations of an overdo orgasm while still loving
the cock  fucking my ass. Vinnie takes his finger out of my ass and
increases the pace  of his fucking. I lay here loving every second of it. Then
Vinnie grunts,  smoke coming out in spurts from both his nose and mouth, he leans
against me  going, "Oooooh, aah, aaah," and I feel the sloppiness in my
ass. It's slippery  and awesome in there as Vinnie, red faced, biting halfway
though the filter of  his cigarette finishes what felt like a smallish
orgasm. Holding his cigarette  butt away from us, he slumps on me, mumbling, "That
was good." Letting go of  my legs I wrap them around Vinnie almost like I'm
worried he'll pull his cock  out. Vinnie's breathing hard, his face a
little sweaty. I lay here feeling  nice as I rub my fingers through his crisp
buzz cut. I'm thinking how great it  is that I can cut hair because it has led
to some mighty good sex from time to  time. Vinnie looks up at me, asking,
"How was I? Was that hot or what?" I take  a deep breath realizing I really
needed that climax. It's not healthy  depriving myself of sex like I've been
doing lately. That's not helping Robby  and it sure isn't helping me. I go,
"Vinnie, you're a lifesaver. It's been  awhile since I've been fucked and I
didn't even realize how much I missed it.  You were awesome." He nods his
head looking proud, then says, "That's one of  the ways Dodger fucks me. I
sure miss him." Vinnie has Dodger on the brain and  it must be hard for him
with Dodger missing in action. I say, "Well, you check  with Dodger about this,
but if you get real horny and need some sexual relief,  I owe ya one,
Vinnie. Give me a call and no questions asked." He's like,  "That's nice of you,
Dylan. Maybe I won't go so long in between haircuts and  after the haircut
I'll show you different ways Dodger fucks me." That sounds  fine now, but
when I'm not so horny maybe I won't be so cooperative. Why worry  about that
now though.


Vinnie  stands up and I take my legs from around him. He pulls his cock out
with both  of us going, "Mmmmmm, oooh." As he strokes his limp cock,
asking, "How long  has it been since you last had sex? Aren't you and Dodger's
brother still  boyfriends?" Hmmm, it's be embarrassing saying it's been less
then four days  since I had sex, so I mutter, "Yeah, we're still in love
Vinnie, but didn't  you hear about the accident?" This got him off his
interrogation about my sex  life as I explain what happened in Worcester. We go in the
half bath to wash  our hands, face, my ass, and his dick and then we get
dressed and all is right  with the world again. This sex has me back to
feeling relaxed and sexually  satisfied which feels good and right. I get my arm
around Vinnie to give him a  kiss. We kiss on the lips with Vinnie saying, "I
feel kinda like I'm cheating  on Dodger with you, Dylan." I shrug, "He told
you to fuck me, didn't he?" As  we go up the steps, Vinnie says, "Yeah he
did, but I didn't realize I'd like  it so much. You've got a primo ass."
Upstairs we grab sodas from the  refrigerator to drink on the balcony. Vinnie
continues talking about his  favorite topic, Dodger, and I mostly listen
enjoying how I feel now after  relieving my sexual appetite. Going almost four
days without sex because of my  worries about Robby was a challenge for me,
but I sacrificed for the love of  my life so it's worth it. Almost an hour and
a half to the minute after  Vinnie's last phone call the garage guy calls
to say he's at Vinnie's car. We  walk down together and five minutes later
Vinnie and the garage man drive  away. Huh, quite an unexpected development
tonight. Hmmm, a Dodger, Vinnie,  and me three-way might not be out of the
realm of possibilities, fer  sure.


to be continued...    Donny Mumford    _thinat20@yahoo.com_
(mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com)



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