Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 11:04:52 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 98

DYLAN'S  SUMMER VACATION TWO


Chapter  98


by Donny Mumford




After dinner Chubby takes off for his part time job leaving Seth and me
alone in this quiet condo. Huh, Seth seemed relaxed all through dinner, but
now he's tense and apparently unsure of himself. Maybe it's because he's
anticipating some intimacy between us either during or after his haircut, or  ma
ybe he's concerned there won't be any. It's hard to tell, but because of
Robby's lectures last night I wasn't planning on initiating anything sexy
with  Seth. Unfortunately it appears he's depending on me to do just that. I
need to  rethink things and use a little compassion here for Seth. My initial
plan was  a nod to Robby's lecture obviously, plus my best intentions, but
now it seems  unfair to Seth. He doesn't know about Robby's and my new
agreement and he has  a crazy crush on me, but at the same time he's obviously too
unsure of himself  to do anything about it. When we're at work in the back
of the truck he's  comfortable copying some of the flirting and intimate
behavior I've done with  him in the past, but alone with me in my house he
doesn't know how to proceed.  Who am I kidding anyway, I know in my heart I'm
not going to disappoint him.  Seth's come to depends on me to lead us  in an
intimate direction. He isn't aware I don't like being the leader, but  for
him I need to be just that.


Okay, I'm resigned to the  fact this isn't going to be one of the times I
can tell Robby I resisted  side-sex. On the plus side, Robby doesn't want me
mentioning names, and he  told me that eliminating side-sex will be tough
going at first and he's not  expecting miracles. I interpret all that to mean
he knows I'm going to have  side-sex so that takes the pressure off, for
sure. It means, in some vague  timeframe if I put the effort into resisting
side-sex, I'll eventually succeed  like he claims he has. So, ya know, I'm just
basically following a path he's  predicted. So what the fuck, I'll go for
it. I get a fistful of Seth's hair at  the back of his head pulling his head
back so he's looking up at my face, and  he immediately grabs my wrist for
balance, his back arching. Seth's eyes are  big and shiny as I stare into
them... then I kiss him on his lips. Grinning at  him after the kiss, I ask,
"Hey, how'd your hair get this long?" and then  shake his head a little,
pulling his hair as I do it. He does a quiet moan  with his eyes fluttering, now
holding onto my hips for support. I've got his  back bending backward with
the handful of his hair in my fist, but he doesn't  struggle at all. Wetting
his lips he's real serious as he quietly explains  what I already know,
"I've been working nights and haven't been able to come  over here for a haircut
in like six weeks, or maybe longer." It surprises me  it's been that long,
but yeah I guess I've only giving him two haircuts all  summer and the first
one was near the beginning of the summer. The second one  a week or ten
days after the first, and that was it. It's strange for me to  act dominant,
but it isn't an unpleasant feeling at all. Yanking on his hair a  little gets
a quiet moan from Seth, so he's apparently sexually turned on by  this rare
show of dominance on my part. Very interesting, and kinda  cool.

Yanking on the fistful of his hair again, getting  into my role, I'm
looking into his eyes kind of enjoying playing the  tough bad-ass part. Acting
like I mean it, I say, "Since you've avoided  getting a haircut for weeks, I'm
going to need to charge you double for this  haircut because it'll be twice
the work, if ya know what I mean." He grins at  me, "Oh, two times nothing,
huh? That's expensive." I mutter, "Yeah, well  that's the way I roll." With
his voice so low I can hardly hear him, he asks,  "Will you kiss me again,
Dylan?" I tug on the fistful of his hair and look  into his eyes again,
hesitating for a second. Seth stares back at me with his  lips parted taking fast
little breaths. Wow, he's a good looking kid! I lick  my lips then press
them against his and his arms go around my neck with his  crotch plastered
against mine. I'm still pulling his hair so his head is back  as my tongue
slides into his mouth. Seth makes another whiny submissive sound  while humping
his hips ever so slightly. We suck lips and lick tongues with  Seth holding
our faces tightly together with his arms around the back of my  neck. He's
bent over backward so I'm bending forward over him really feeling  dominant.
It's kind of extra sexy being a little rough and dominant with him  and he
seems to enjoy it too. Apparently we both like our sex partner to be a
dominant and rough with us. It's giving me a hard-on to be honest about it,  and
then I feel his hard cock pressing against my leg.  Another submissive whine
from Seth as we continue licking tongues and kissing  lips. Yeah, I can see
the attraction of being dominant during sexual  activities, although I
still prefer being the submissive one myself. After  another tug on his hair and
yet another low whine of submission from Seth, I  let go of his hair and
rub his back with both hands as we straighten up.  Rubbing the hairs up at the
back of his head, enjoying the feel of his hair in  my fingers, we continue
making-out. The kiss last a minute or so before Seth  takes his arm from
around my neck, pulls away gasping with both his hands  going to his crotch.
His face is bright red as I'm struggling not to laugh,  but it is funny how
easily aroused he gets. Seth gasps again, catches his  breath, then mutters,
"I almost did it, I almost messed my pants. Oh God, you  turn me on, Dylan."

Patting his shoulder and smiling at him, I ask, "You okay?" He nods his
head, then grins and mumbles, "I'm so fucking pathetic." I go, "Don't say
that, you're not pathetic in any way. You're admirable, Seth. How many guys
could support themselves from age seventeen while completing high school and
then taking college courses online?" He says, "I bet you could," and I do
laugh at that. "I don't think so, Seth, but thanks. Come on, I'll shampoo
your hair now instead of pulling it." He says, "I liked you pulling my hair,
it gave me a boner when you were being rough with me." Nodding my head, not
sure what to say to that, we head for the cellar door. Seth's walking real
close to me like Ryan used to do with Robby, and all of a sudden it hits
me.  Seth reacts to me like Ryan initially reacted to Robby, and now I can see
how  Robby would be flattered and become attracted to Ryan the way I am
with Seth.  It's human nature. Hmmm, I need to try putting myself in Robby's
shoes before  jumping to conclusions and being critical of him, not just with
the Ryan thing  but as a general rule. They'll be times I'm sure when Robby
will decide  something, make some decision for us, that I may not be crazy
about, but  instead of pouting I need to think about it from his viewpoint.
Seth says,  "Anyway, I've only completed one and a half semesters of my
college freshman  year. I'd be further along except for my part time jobs, but I
need the money.  It might take me six or seven years to graduate at this
rate." I'm like,  "Jesus, ya just started a couple of months ago, you're making
awesome  progress." He goes, "No, I told you about me taking online course
a couple of  months ago, but I've been doing it for six months. Getting the
money to pay  for it was a concern I used to have, but with the raise I'll
be getting and my  part time jobs I now have the money, although I don't have
much free time for  studying." I go, "It's a catch 22 situation." On the
steps, he goes, "I know  what you mean by that, but why does it mean what it
means?" I'm like, "I have  no idea." He bumps against me on the steps,
asking, "Should I take off my  shirt now?" I go, "Yep."

When we're in the half bath Seth sits on the chair and I tilt it back
until it's resting on the rim of the sink, then put a hand towel under his  neck
for comfort. Seth looks at me grinning, "I love having my hair shampooed
by you." I push his head roughly, pretending to be dominant, saying, "Keep
your head still while I massage your scalp." He holds his head still as he
gropes himself. I like when cute guys docilely sit in this chair or the
barber's stool and allow me to play with their hair, shampoo, or cut it. At
times like these I'm the dominant one for awhile. Seth's another kid with a
perfectly shaped head and an excellent hairline to go with his beautiful and
dense light blond hair. His hair is fine with a lot of body and some wave to
 it. Blonds have the most hair follicles of any hair color at approximately
a  hundred and forty thousands on the average blond's head. Males have more
hairs  on their head than females, and redheads have the fewest hairs of
any hair  color. They have about ninety thousand individual hairs. Another
thing I read  about human hair is that hair grows faster in hot weather. That's
one of the  factors for Seth's hair being as long as it is, that and the
fact he hasn't  had a haircut for six weeks or so. After massaging his scalp
all over, I  massage his shoulders looking at his pink torso. It looks like
he's lost most  of that baby fat around his waist. I ask him, "Have you been
losing weight?"  He says, "A little, remember I told you I'm doing sit ups
every day?  Tightening up my body, trying to make it hot." I mumble, "You're
doing a  hellava job. You look damn good." He turns his head to look at me,
and tells  me, "You've got the hottest body I've ever seen." I mutter,
"Yeah, everybody  says that." Seth chuckles and I go, "Time for your shampoo, but
in honor of  your hot body I need to do this first," and, holding his head
steady, I give  the side of his forehead a long wet kiss enjoying his sparse
whiskers that  tickle my hand. Seth gropes himself again. Damn, this kid
smells good. His  hair smells good too. Not a shampoo scent, just a naturally
clean-hair scent.  There's actually no reason to shampoo his hair because
it's already clean, but  I like doing it and Seth likes me doing it. I gotta
please my cliental even if  I am a little rough with them at times.


After thoroughly wetting his hair, I pour on shampoo and work up a good
lather running my fingers through it and then using both hands to rub the hair
 from both sides of his head toward the middle, and it's so full of suds it
 sticks up. I ask, jokingly, "How about a Mohawk haircut this time." He
says,  "If you want to, go ahead. I put myself in your hands." I go, "I'm
kidding,  Seth," and he says, "Remember that faux hawk haircut I had when I first
 started working with you guys?" I go, "Oh, yeah, I remember cutting your
hair  when it was like that. You paid fifty dollars for that faux thing." He
says,  "Yeah, fifty dollars I didn't have, but my pride prevented me from
admitting  that to the hair stylist. He was a guy I knew from high school,
from when I  was going to high school. I thought he was giving me a free
haircut, but no,  he'd mislead me. When he was done cutting that silly haircut he
told me it's  fifty bucks, and then acted like he was giving me a discount.
I learned my  lesson and never went back to that salon." My cell phone rings
in my pocket.  Shit! I wipe the shampoo suds off my hands and answer the
call. It's Ray, who  says, "Hi there, Dylan. How ya doing? Are you home?" I
go, "I'm doing good,  Ray. Yeah, I'm home, why?" He says, "Can I come over for
a haircut tonight?"  Hmmm, this could be my chance to turn someone down for
side sex. I go, "I'm  doing a haircut for a friend of mine right now. Ah,
how about you show up in  an hour?" He says, "I'll be there, thanks." Seth
hears that and sort of slumps  in the chair. I pat his shoulder, saying,
"We're still hanging out together  later, Seth. I'll give this guy a haircut
while you're fucking around on my  computer or watching TV. Then when I'm done
with Ray's haircut you and me will  do something together, okay?" He says,
"Oh yeah, that sounds good. Thanks."  Hmmm, I'm hoping Ray tries coming on to
me tonight, like he did when he was  here for his last haircut. I'll turn
him down again and then be able to report  to Robby I turned down an
opportunity for side sex. Hot  shit!


After rinsing the suds out of Seth hair, I dry his hair with a towel  being
rougher than I need to be. Yeah, it is sexy when someone accepts  whatever
treatment you're putting out. I know that I not only accept it when  it's
connected to sexual activities, but embrace it and get turned on by it.  This
is cool seeing how the other half lives though. I've rarely experienced
this, but there have been a couple of rare times I've tried being sort of
dominant. Seth's perfect for the submissive role except it seems he's going to
be topping me during sex later, so that doesn't fit the picture. I'd be
inclined to fuck him except it hurts his tender rectum having a dick up there,
and I don't want to cause him pain. Well, I guess I don't really have the
heart of a dominant sex partner. Done with the towel, I begin brushing his
hair and blow drying it. His hair shines when it's dry. He looks up and back
 at me grinning, "That was an extremely pleasurable experience, Dylan,
especially when you're firm with me." I say, "Yeah, really? It was pleasurable
for me too." I can't resist hugging around his neck with my left arm, the
sides of our faces together. His short curly whiskers tickle my cheek as I
slide my other hand across his chin feeling his whiskers there, and mutter,
"You're awfully sexy, Seth," then kiss the side of his mouth. He turns his
head and our lips press together. Seth's lips are nice to kiss and we're
soon  rubbing our noses together as he gets an arm around the back of my neck.
My  free hand leaves his chin and rubs his sparse chest hairs again, such
as they  are, and then his nipples. He goes, "Mmmmm, oooh." Pinching his
right nipple  gets a moan out of him as my eyes glance down and see the lap of
his pants  tenting up, his boner acting as the tent pole. A minute into the
kiss Seth  again breaks the kiss gasping and humping his hips as he sits in
the chair. He  groans, "I'm so horny for you Dylan, it's like I'm in pain."

Running my fingers through his luxurious hair I kiss the side of his  face
again, murmuring, "I'm a little horny myself, you sexy thing. Do you  wanna
do it now, right here?" He excitedly nods his head biting his bottom  lip.
Standing up, he asks, "Should I pull down your pants, Dylan?" I mutter,
"I'll get 'em, and you pull down your own." I see a small wet spot at the top
of the teepee. He sees me look at it, and says, "It's only precum, but I
almost shot off in my pants for the third time in the last twenty minutes, and
each time it was from kissing you." I nod my head feeling aroused, and then
 pull my pants down and pull off my t-shirt. Skin against skin is the way
to  go. Seth's average size cock is boned up pretty good, and it's a damn
nice  looking cock too. I drop the dominant routine and slip into a role I'm
much  more familiar with. Bending over I take his cock in my mouth to suck on
the  head and swirl my tongue around it. A long drool of precum covers my
tongue as  Seth moan, "Aaaaah, aaah ooh." I can feel his cock becoming hard as
steel in  my mouth as he pushes gently at my head, going, "Ooh, ooh, no,
Dylan," and  another long slurp of precum is sucked out of his quivering steel
boner. He's  trembling as I take his cock out of my mouth. I would have
liked sucking an  orgasm out of his nuts, but Seth wants to fuck me so I relent
for his sake. As  determined as I thought I was not to initiate any sexy
stuff with Seth, I felt  compelled to do just that, so now what difference
does it make how many other  times I do it with him tonight. Plus, I'm hoping
Ray's gonna give me the  opportunity to turn him down for side-sex. So far
this hasn't been a very  promising start to my quest for eliminating side sex,
but I'm thinking next  week it'll be easier to avoid this sort of thing
when I'm at college. I might  as well wait until next week to try in earnest.
That's the prudent thing to  do. You know, give myself a week to get used to
the idea and in the meantime  I'll take the opportunity that might present
itself with Ray. I'll turn him  down and, without mentioning names, I'll be
able to honestly tell Robby at our  meeting on Friday I was successful at
turning down sex.Then, when I turn Ray  down I'll be freed up the rest of this
week to delve into other side-sex,  should it present itself. Having my cake
and eating it too, so to  speak.


Seth's boner is so hard it's sticking straight out from his body. The  head
is swollen and wet with my saliva and his precum. He's looking at me like
he doesn't know what to do next. My cock is quite firm too, listing off to
the  left as I stroke it a few times. He asks, "Should I, you know...?" I
turn  around, move the chair to the side, and lean against the sink with my
hands on  the rim and my ass sticking up. I look back at him, and mutter, "Yes,
you  should," and he bites on his bottom lip again, staring at my ass, and
then  gets right behind me, murmuring, "I feel like I'm going to cum as soon
as I  put my dick inside you." Haha, this boy is hornier than me, but I
used to get  as horny as Seth in the early days of being fucked by fat Carl. It
was a brand  new world for me then as it is basically for Seth now, and
like him I  couldn't get enough of it. Carl was aware of how much I wanted it
so he'd  purposely make me wait until I was kinda begging him to fuck me. I'd
get so  horny I'd become very submissive and walk all the way to his house
to ring his  doorbell. He'd be nasty, "What the fuck do you want?" and from
then on he'd  treat me like shit, then later when I'd begged him enough he'd
fuck me so hard  and so long I'd make the long walk home bowlegged, but not
horny anymore. All  the way home I'd hate him promising myself I'd never do
it again, but a couple  of days later I was ringing his doorbell again.
Then I met Willie and  everything changed. Seth guides his hard cock to my
asshole. His boner's  drooling like crazy and I feel precum dripping off his
cock and running down  my ass crack, sliding to the back of my balls. Now I
want to feel his hard  cock inside me, probably as badly as Seth wants it
inside me. He asks, "Ready,  Dylan?" I look back, "Yes, Seth, push it in hard."
My anus lips spread  deliciously and then Seth grabs my hips and humps his
boner a good five inches  up my ass. I go up on my toes blowing air out
between my lips making a hissing  sound. Then settle back onto my feet as the hurt
fades quickly. He's got  another half inch or so of cock that still needs
to be pushed in. He does that  slowly while making a whining sound, then
murmuring, "Feels so incredibly  good. I think I'm going to cum." I mumble,
"Relax and wait a few seconds." His  body shudders as he goes, "Ooooh, mmmm,
ooh," and then leans against my back  putting his arms around my stomach and
hugging me against his chest, pressing  his groin tightly to my buttocks.


He stays like this a few seconds with the side of his face against mine
and his sexy whiskers rubbing my cheek. He murmurs, "Feels so good and  you
smell so good it's like unbelievable." I nod my head suppressing my own  moan
of pleasure. I manage to grunt, then encourage him, "Yeah, it does feel
pretty awesome, Seth." He withdraws his ridiculously hard boner without taking
his chest off my back, moving his hips only, and then drives it tightly
back  up my ass blowing out his breath noisily with a fine spray of saliva
against  my cheek. I feel his heart pounding fast against my back as he starts
fucking  me steadily and the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sound of his crotch
against my  ass seem louder than normal in this little half bath. He moans
constantly  and gets a bit erratic with his thrusting. It's doing the trick
though, and my  cock tightens up further until it's flat against my belly. I
tighten my  sphincter getting a long, "Ooooooh," from Seth. Within a minute I
can feel my  orgasm begin to percolate in my balls. Seth goes, "Aaaah!"
slamming against  me, doing little humps of pressure against my ass as he's
overflowing my  rectum with cum, grunting, "Ooh, aah, aah, ooooh, mmmm, fuck,
ooh," and just  like that he's done, laying limply against me. Shit! I was
just getting  started. He pulls his cock out and plops down on the toilet seat
lid breathing  hard, muttering, "Oh man, that felt so fucking good. Thank
you, Dylan! Oh  fuck...." I turn around with my boner quivering and see his
cock go limp. Well  fuck, I won't even need to count this as side-sex. It
lasted less then two  minutes. It's more like coming attractions, but now I'm
as horny as Seth was.  We switched places in that regard. He looks up at me
grinning, and innocently  asked, "Was it good for you, Dylan?" I mumble, "Oh
yeah, very sexy. Um, I'm  thinking we might have a two bagger night. A
double feature so to speak." He  says, "Oh, no way could I do it again right
now." I pat him on the shoulder,  "I don't mean now, stud, maybe later though,
huh?" He shrugs, then reminisces  some more about his latest orgasm, "That
was an awesome climax I had, wow, it  was like I was peeing cum up your rear
end," and his shoulders shudder again  from just thinking about it. Good to
know I'm not the only one with the  shoulder shudder.

Seth's using toilet paper to carefully clean his cock, while telling  me,
"You've got like a magical ass, Dylan. I can't even put into words how  good
that felt, and boy did I ever need it. Whew, what a relief. I feel great
now. You're the best friend I've ever had." Well, at least he didn't go into
his 'I love you' routine. And then he does just that, he looks at me, "I
love  you, Dylan! I love you like I never thought it was even possible to love
someone." I give a rye grin, "Thanks, Seth. Um, lets get dressed and I'll
do  your haircut, okay?" He nods his head, asking, "Do you ever think you
could  love me?" After wiping my ass, I pull on my underwear with toilet paper
under  my asshole to absorb the drippings, doing a fake cough, then saying,
"I  already do love you, Seth, but just not romantically like you mean. I
love  Robby like that, but you'll find someone who will be in romantic love
with  you. You're only twenty, you've got your whole life ahead of you." He
says,  "I've joined gaydating.com, but so far I haven't been able to pull the
trigger  and make a date. Just chat with a few guys, but it's a start." I
encourage him  as we get dressed, "Yes, it is. Good for you. If you were
attending a college  you'd meet a lot of guys, some of whom would be gay, but you
don't have that  opportunity to meet guys your own age so a gay dating site
might be just the  thing. Plus, you can see first hand you're not the only
one, they're lots of  young gay guy looking to hook up with someone." He
shrugs, "I've never had the  balls to try it before, but it's nice chatting
with other gay guys.  Everyone's picture is posted on the site too, so you get
an idea of who you're  chatting with."


I'm horny as hell now, but feeling good for Seth. He's gonna win
somebody's heart for sure, especially being as cute and sweet a guy as he is.  He
sits on the barber stool, and I say, "You know, there are some guys out  there
you want to stay away from, older predators and such." He grins, "I  know,
Dylan, I'm not that naive. You treat me like I'm your little brother,  but I
can take care of myself." I shrug and say, "Good, I knew you could, but  I
have a spot in my heart for you and I'm just sharing my experience. Now, how
do you want me to cut your hair?" He chuckles, and mutters, "Whichever
haircut  takes the longest." My fingers go through his beautiful hair as I think
what  would look best on him. The hair around his ears cover the top third
of each  ear, which is not cool. Damn, I'm so horny! It's hard to think. My
rectum is  still tingling from the two minutes of stimulation Seth's cock
provided, which  is like an itch that needs scratching. Oh well, it'll have to
wait a couple of  hours I guess. I ask, "How about a preppy look with a
part on the side?" He  says, "You've got me liking shorter hair now, Dylan. I
never had real short  hair before you cut mine short and now I like it that
way." I ask, "Do you  want it so short it's sticking up, or just long enough
to lay flat on your  perfectly shaped head?" He grins at that, then puts his
hand on the top back  part of his head, "How about sticking up like a burr
haircut back here, but  laying flat the rest of the way to the front with
bangs I can comb over a  bit?" I say, "Okay, I got it, but I'll make it more
stylish by doing the sides  and back extra short so the spiky hairs at the
crown and longer hairs at the  front part of your head look longer by
comparison." He's like, "I'm game,  sounds hot." First I use the half inch guide on
the clipper running it all the  way up the sides. Seth soft light blond hair
falls across my hands in clumps  and soon covers the tile floor on three
sides of the stool. It's fun cutting  young guy's hair short, especially hair
like Seth's.


When the sides and back are cut to a half inch length, the hair on top
looks extra shaggy and dense. Using the clippers over the crown of his head
gets a lot more hair drifting to the floor. It affects me sexually and I grope
 my dick while wondering again if I'm getting Dodger's haircut fetish.
Looking  at the contrast of the burr part of his haircut and the much longer
hairs  right next to it I have the urge to run the clippers through more of the
long  hairs. Giving in to the urge I take the burr part of the haircut
almost  halfway to the front of his head by running the half inch guide twice
more  over the top of his head watching the hair fall free leaving bristles in
it  path. My dick tightens up a lot. Cutting his hair shorter than he asked
for is  sexually arousing to me, but I'm not sure if it's the haircutting
or the fact  Seth only fucked me long enough to get me really horny. I feel
the burr cut  bristly hairs while wetting my lips, then say, "I think I cut
the burr part  too near the front on top of your head, Seth." He feels up
there, then says,  "That's okay, Dylan, you do it the way you want. I'll like
any haircut you  give me." Giving Seth another kiss on his forehead while
smelling his nice  scent, he mutters, "Thanks, Dylan, I love you." Hmmm, I
decide to go really  short with the cut on the sides and back of his head.
Attaching an eighth inch  guide  I run the clippers halfway up the sides and back
and then use a  clippers over comb technique to taper the eighth inch hair
into the half inch  hairs. Ha! It looks cool. Then, lower on the sides and
back, I use bare  clippers in a rocking up-and-back motion until that length
blends with the  eighth inch hairs. Then I use the trimmer clippers
outlining around his ears.  Groping myself, I say, "Feel the sides and back, Seth,
it's really a short  cut." He uses his finger tips running up the sides and
back of his head,  saying, "Some places feels like sandpaper." I pass him the
handheld mirror and  he checks himself out. "Wow! That looks cool! I saw
this kind of haircut on  some of the gay guys on the web site. You're going to
cut the hair on top  shorter, right?" I go, "Yeah, of course, but I wanted
to see what you thought  of the sides. I think it looks cool too." He
chuckles, "Yeah, it's like your  last haircut." I'm like, "Yeah, a little I guess,
but your's won't be nearly  as short on top." Apparently I can do the fade
haircut. I didn't realize  that's what I was doing at first. Using scissors
and comb I cut the hairs on  top, slicing through big chunks of his hair
that fall against my hand and then  down to his shoulder and on down to the
floor. I'm tapering the longer hair  length into the burr cut hair. Each cut is
a bit longer as I cut towards the  front of his head. At the bangs the
hair's been tapered to a little over an  inch long. I say, "Hold on a second,
Seth," and go into the half bath for hair  gel. I use it to spike up the hairs
on top randomly. Check that out, Seth," He  looks, "Cool, I'm taking my
picture and replacing the one I have on that gay  date site. This is a cool
spiked style for special occasions, like going on a  date, and the rest of the
time I'll go without the spikes."  "Good plan,"  I got carried away cutting
it much shorter than I should have, but I'm very  relieved it turned out so
well. Not wanting to stop, I spend five minutes  adjusting his haircut the
tinniest bit until I'm totally satisfied with it. I  feel all over his head
with both hands and almost get a boner. I'm gonna  compare notes with Dodger
about his haircut fetish to see if I've caught it  myself. I wouldn't mind
if I have because it's sexy as hell. Brushing hair  clippings off Seth's
shoulder, I tell him, "I got a little carries away  cutting you hair a lot
shorter than I planned to, but I'm glad it turned out  so good." He says, "I love
it. You're the best barber ever." He stands ups and  brushes his lap as I
look at the floor seeing a surprising amount of pretty  blond hair there.


The doorbell rings and I frown, 'Who the fuck?' and then remember Ray.  I
go, "Oh, that's probably the guy who wants a haircut. I'll do it for him and
then you and me can hang out together. Maybe check out the mall." Seth
says,  "Yeah, I'm for that." He puts his shirt on as we're going up the steps. I
open  the door, and Ray says, "Hi, Dylan, good to see you," then he sneezes
twice,  covering his mouth with his bicep, and adds, "Thanks for letting me
come  over." I introduce Ray and Seth to each other, then ask Seth, "Do you
want to  watch TV or go on the computer?" he grins, "The computer, but
first would you  take my picture? Here's my smart phone." Ray says, "Jeez, I
like the haircut  you did for your friend, Dylan. Can you do the same for me?"
I take Seth  picture, muttering, "Let me take a look, Ray." Running my
fingers through his  hair, I say, "I can do a version of it for you, Ray, but
Seth's hair was  longer than yours so yours will be a shorter version of
Seth's." He says,  "Well, how about you get to it then," in his normal bossy
manner. Seth's  looking at the picture I just took of him, he blushes and says,
"Would you  mind taking another picture, Dylan? I look like I'm smiling my
ass off in the  first one, like some goof." He smiles pleasantly this time and
I take his  picture again. He looks at it, muttering, "Yeah, I'll use this
one." Ray asks,  "What are you using it for?" I say, "His college ID. Come
on downstairs, Ray,"  and to Seth, "I'll see you in a little while." He goes,
"No hurry, I'll be  chatting on line." Nodding and smiling at Seth, I start
downstairs as Ray's  telling me, "You'll be happy to know I dumped my
boyfriend. He couldn't  compare with you so I might give you another chance." I
say, "Oh, really?  That's funny, Elliot told me your boyfriend dumped you,
and that you're not  even sure you're bisexual anymore."


He takes his shirt off as we go down the steps, and then sneezes again
holding his shirt in front like it's a handkerchief. I ask, "Ya got a cold?"
and he's like, "It's allergies, I think," as he stares at the house plant my
mom keeps in the basement. Ray's sexy BO scent takes me by surprise as it
wafts up in my face. I'd forgotten about that sexy BO of his until just now.
I  look at Ray's face and see the whiskers that are more prevalent on Ray
than  Seth. Ray also has more chest hair. I fight back the weird urge to
reach over  and touch it. Ray might be a bit odd, but he's still sexy. Dammit,
and I'm  horny after that teaser-sex with Seth, and giving him that uber
short haircut  got me turned-on too. I adjust my junk as Ray's looking over at
me, sniffing,  then says, "My brother doesn't know what he's talking about if
he told you  that kid dumped me." Actually it was Jay who told me, but
Elliot didn't  contradict him. I mutter, "Whatever you say, Ray." We're in the
basement where  Ray takes hold of my bicep, pulling me over to the stool. He
sits on the  barber stool, pulling me against him. He's strong, and I like,
"What the fuck,  Ray?" He goes, "I'll show you if I'm still bisexual or not.
We'll use your  little bathroom there and you'll have no doubt one way or
the other  afterwards." I stare at him staring at me, then mumble, "You're
here for a  haircut, Ray, so let me get started." He says, "Don't be like
that, Dylan.  Okay, I agree you have every right to be hurt, I admit that, but
I'm telling  you I'm sorry, I shouldn't have dumped you. I made a mistake,
you hurt my  pride and I got rash and made a mistake. I'm not perfect like
some of you guys  seem to think I am." Oh brother!! I nod my head, mumbling,
"Yeah, no problem,  Ray, lets do the haircut." He lets go of my arm, "Sure,
Dylan, but it's rude  of you not to accept my apology." I say, "I accept it, I
already told you  there's no problem." Ray gets up, muttering, "I gotta
blow my nose. Fucking  allergies," as he stares at the house plant again. He
never had a allergy  attack before when he was down here. He goes in the half
bath and I hear him  blowing his nose. He's probably got a summer cold or
the flu.


Ray comes out and sits on the stool, putting his arm around my waist
giving me a hug, "To show you I'm sorry for dumping you, I'm gonna give you a
kiss to make up to you. A kiss for old times sake, how about it?" His scent is
 getting to me, and so is his arrogant  confident manner, so I put my hand
on his chest hairs, rubbing my fingers in  them, and lean in for a quick
peck on his lips for old time sake. He puts his  hand behind my head, mumbling,
"Get your cute face over here and give your man  a kiss. You know you want
to, baby." He holds my head between both his hands  as he gives me a wet
kiss on the lips, then sticks his tongue in my mouth.  He's a strong kid
holding me in place even though he's sitting. His whiskers  rub my face as his
scent fills my head and my cock firms up. Ray's hot kiss is  sexy. Ironically,
it was actually me who talked him into kissing in the first  place. He's
really good at it too. I've always appreciated the way he uses his  tongue.
When we first started going out he didn't kiss guys, but I changed his  mind
about that. I now find myself chest to chest with him as he roughly moves  me
in between his legs and presses his crotch against mine. Still holding my
head, he breaks the kiss and rubs his nose against mine, muttering, "You're
getting all hot and bothered, ain't ya?" I struggle a little, but his lips
go  back on mine as he gets his knees behind my legs holding me against him.
I  feel his mushroom headed cock, hard and long against my groin. One of his
 hands goes between my legs to grip my boner, as he mutter, "I see you got
a  boner from me kissing you so there's no sense pretending I don't turn you
on.  By the way, you gave your cock and balls to me, do you remember doing
that?"  then, holding onto my boner he takes his other arm and puts it
around the back  of my neck and kisses me, again sliding his tongue into my mouth
and I realize  I'm kissing him back. He moves his head back a little and
licks up my chin and  across my lips, then up the front of my nose. I moan,
"Mmmmm, oooh." His mouth  closes on mine again as our faces move against one
another, his scent and his  whiskers have me forgetting where I am.


Ray finally breaks the  kiss, and with his forehead against mine, he says,
"Remember me now?" I gulp,  "No Ray, who are you? I mean of course I
remember you, but..." and I push him  away. "You got your kiss for old time sake,
now what kind of haircut do you  want?" He says, "When did you get so bitchy,
Dylan? One of your best features  is you've  always been such a nice guy.
What's up with this personality  change?" I'm mostly pissed at myself for
getting aroused by Ray, so I say,  "Sorry, I don't know, I guess I didn't
expect you'd come on to me like that."  He asks, "Like what? You're the one who
got me into making out with guys.  Remember?" I nod my head, "Yeah, okay. How
about the haircut?" He says, "I  already told ya. Like the other kid's,
what's his name, Steve." I go, "It's  Seth, yeah, okay, I'll do my best, but
it's very short on the sides, ya know?"  He says, "I saw the kid's haircut,
just do what I told you. Don't you remember  anything I taught you?" Taking a
deep breath, I let that slide because I don't  need a discussion or lecture
from him.  After buzzing hairs on the sides  and back of his head to a half
inch, I then use the eighth inch guide up  the sides about half way. Right
away I see Ray's hair, when this wicked short,  doesn't look as good as
Seth's. Different hair texture and when Ray's hair is  this short, really close
to his scalp, too much scalp shows. It's too late to  do anything about it
now, but he's gonna be pissed. He sneezes again and asks  for some Kleenex. As
I go over to grab a box off the coffee table in front of  the chaise
lounge, he says, "And put that fucking plant in the garage!" What  an asshole! I
drag the plant through the door leading to the garage and then  wait for him
to finish blowing his nose. Delightful! Looking at the almost  bare scalp on
the side of his head, I've got no choice but to continue what  I've already
started. I go ahead and do everything the same way I cut Seth's  hair,
including cutting the top hairs to burr length on the top and back  part of his
head.  It's weird but I don't get the sexy sensations cutting  Ray's hair
that I got cutting Seth's. Who can figure out fetishes? Using the  bare
clippers on the sideburns and above the ears a little, plus an inch up  from the
hairline at the back of his neck leaves it looking like what's known  as
whitewall sides. It reminds me of hick's I've seen in history books with  their
hair shaved on the sides and back. It was in pictures of hillbillies  during
prohibition when they're making moonshine whiskey. The hairs on top of
Ray's head doesn't turn out any better than the sides and back. It looks like
a burr haircut with whitewall sides and one inch bangs. Even though it's all
 blended perfectly, dark hair like Rays looks like shit with whitewall
sides.  Too much of a contrast. I shrug and pass him the handheld mirror
expecting  he'll hate it, but he loves it. Style has never been one of Ray's strong
 suits. I say, "I'm glad you like it Ray," as I brush hairs off his wide
muscular shoulders. He's sexy, I gotta admit that much..


Ray gets my wrist, pulling  me around in front of him, saying, "You're one
talented guy. Why'd I ever dump  you, I wonder?" I go, "It was for the best,
Ray, we grew apart." He says, "We  had some damn hot sex along the way
though," and both his hands go behind my  neck pulling my face down to his like
he did earlier. I don't put up much of a  struggle because I'm horny as hell
and not just from that half ass fuck Seth  laid on me, it's also Ray's
scent and sexy body that's arousing me too. We  kiss again with Ray really
getting into it and I guess I am too. My arms  are around his neck and I'm
leaning into him with my cock getting really hard.  Ray's hands squeeze my butt
cheeks, then he presses a finger at my anus. Just  that much pressure make me
squirm against him and moan, "Mmmm, ooh." He licks  my face again, then
pushes me back a step as he gets off the stool grabbing a  fistful of my hard
cock and balls, and with his face against mine, he says,  "Lets stop fucking
around here and go into that little bathroom of yours so I  can give you the
hard fucking you so desperately want." I'm feeling a trance  coming on
because Ray's got a certain something about him that gets me pretty  hot the same
way I'd got earlier in the summer. He's without a clue of course,  but in
my aroused horny state he's hard to turn down. I manage to shake my  head
'no' at the last second. Not unexpectedly, he changes his tone of voice  to
more of a conciliatory one, saying, "Please, Dylan, we had some hot times,
didn't we? I've been thinking about you and I realize it's you that I needed
more than you needed me. You taught me a lesson, you put me in my place, not
the other way around like I fooled myself into believing. Okay, you brought
me  down off my high horse and I'm asking you to do me this favor. Please,
I won't  nag you again, I promise. Just this one last time so we can part as
friends  and leave the door open to do it again in the future." He doesn't
realize, as  usual, that he just made a convoluted contradictory statement
there. He said,  'This will be the last time so we can leave the door open to
do it more'...  huh? He continues, "I've never had sex as hot as I had with
you and I doubt  you've had much hotter than mine. So, come on." I want it
so badly, it's like  a drug, but I don't want him to know that. I say, "Oh
alright, but just one  more time, and then that's it. No leaving the door
open to do it again. I'm  only doing it because you admitted you were wrong and
you're being nice about  it." He says, "Okay, baby, I understand." I say,
"And don't call be baby, I'm  not your baby." He nods his head letting go of
my cock, and walks me with his  arm around my waist to the half bath as he
tells me how much he appreciates  this. I'm acting like I don't really want
to get fucked, rolling my eyes at  him in a mocking way. Of course, I'd be
much more convincing about it if my  cock wasn't poking out the lap of my
pants a full six inches as we walk, and I  probably shouldn't be leaning against
him like I'm doing.

In the bathroom Ray sneezes  again, then roughly pulls my shorts and
underpants down over my hips without  unbuttoning the shorts. He leans me against
the sink, facing the mirror, "Stay  there," he orders putting his forearm
across my back holding me against the  sink. My cock throbs as he pulls down
his fly and fishes out his almost nine  inch monster cock with the big
swollen mushroom head. I look back at it and  stifle a gasp. How'd I forget how
big that thing was. It's engorged with  seminal fluid almost to a grotesque
degree. Without any extra foreplay Ray  slaps the back of my head, then pushes
my head roughly as he lines up the fat  mushroom head to my asshole. That
fat head feels really hard when he leans  against me and the lips of my anus
begin spreading, spreading, spreading, with  me groaning now, "Oooh, ooh,
ooh," and then, "Ow, oh, ow, Ray, fuck!" He  smacks the side of my right butt
cheek, "SLAP!' as my asshole keeps spreading,  spreading and then the head's
past my sphincter muscle with me in pain bending  over the sink. Ray gets
his arms around my waist and lean his head next to  mine, "I got you now,
don't I, ya smart ass?" and in an exaggerated way he  adds, "Baby?" All I can
do is groan at the pain in my stretched anus. His hard  cock, incredibly
starts moving into my tight rectum with me struggling  and groaning. Ray's got a
tight hold on me, and he's stronger than me so I'm  basically powerless.
With his lips at my ear again, he says, "I had you nice  and stretched out
this summer and now your pussy's shrunk again, but I'll take  care of that for
you, baby. You agreed to this fuck and you're gonna get it  too." He's sure
changed his tune from a minute ago, taunting me now by calling  me 'baby'
when I just told him not to.


He's still pushing that huge cock up my  ass, pressing me against the sink
squashing my nuts. My cock's lost it's  hardness and it's now hanging down
resting on the porcelain rim of the sink.  Ray asks, "How's it feel being
fucked by a man? Huh? Now you're remembering  what it's like, ain't ya?" He
cups under my chin pulling my head roughly back  and holding the back of my
head to his shoulder with his whiskery chin against  my cheek. His BO scent is
all I smell as my rectum goes into overdrive trying  to accommodate his
large boner and that freakishly hard mushroom head. His  pubic hairs are
tickling my butt cheeks and then one last push and they're  tight against me with
the head of his cock feeling like it's near my throat.  Ray's hairy chest is
plastered to my back as he's stretching my neck with my  head pulled back.
In the middle of my other discomforts of squashed balls and  stretched neck,
my rectum has settled down and feels marvelously filled-up by  Ray's large
boner. It's like no other cock I've known can fill my ass this  way. He turns
his head toward my face, saying, "Turn your head," and I mutter,  "No, just
fuck me." He smacks the side of my thigh, "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" and  says,
"Turn you head so we can kiss, come on! You're enjoying this so cut the  bull
shit, lets make it as hot as we can." He's pulling my chin towards him,  so
I turn my head and he stretches his neck so his lips can reach mine. His
tongue goes in my mouth as my ass begins sending out pleasurable sensations,
pulsating sexual pleasure, and I find myself kissing back while moaning in
my  throat. My cock firms up again as Ray's tongue gets me moaning more,
"Mmmm,  oooh," and then without knowing I was going to do it I relax against Ray
and  moan out his name, "Mmmm, Ray, oooh, yeaaah." He sucks on my tongue
for a few  seconds then pulls his lips off mine, his saliva sliding down my
chin.  "Feeling good now, Dylan, isn't it? Call out my name again," as he
presses his  crotch tightly against my ass and then moves his hips, and my back
arches as I  moan, "Aaaah, ooh, Ray, ooh, ooh." He does a little chuckle,
then says,  "That's all I wanted to do. First put you in your place and then
make you feel  good giving you a good fucking, a fuck like I'll bet you
haven't had since the  last time I fucked you. Miss this, didn't ya?" He begins
withdrawing his boner  and I shudder, moaning, "Aaaaah, oooh, it feels
good.... oooh, yeaaah." he  kisses then licks the back of my neck with his tongue
doing fast licks like a  cat lapping at a bowl of milk, then he drives his
cock back up my ass... it  feels like it's a foot  long.


I give up all pretenses  that this doesn't feel fabulous as I squirm
against Ray's body and rub my  cheek against the whiskers on his chin, my arms
reaching back to feel his taut  buttocks wishing he had his pants down so I
could feel the hairs on his ass.  I'm moaning freely and constantly now, my
cock as hard as Ray's. The sexual  pleasure overwhelms my senses and makes me
stupidly hump my ass back at Ray's  thrusting, moaning his name like he told
me to do, "Mmmm, ooh Ray, mmmm, aah  aah, aah." To his credit he's not
gloating as much now, he's won this time so  he murmurs niceties, like, "If feels
just as good for me, Dylan, your ass is a  magic carpet ride. You smell
good too, just like I remember." Then a big  sneeze followed by another one. He
wipes his nose on the shoulder of my  t-shirt, then says, "I'm gonna do you
good, but if you want more you gotta get  back to being my boyfriend again.
You know you want to." I resist answering  him because I'm afraid I'd agree
with him. He says, "I want you to lean over  the sink now so I can really
fuck you, fuck you hard the way you like it. Do  what I said." His earlier
dominance has won me over, I mutter, "Okay, Ray,  like this?" as I lean over
pulling my ass up a little more. He smacks my ass,  "SLAP!" muttering, "Stay
like that and let your man give you a good fucking."  Then it's the
familiar, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sound of Ray fucking me a  new asshole. Constant
moans of pleasure with my shoulders shuddering, my toes  curling and pins
and needles spiking all over me. It's like my skin is moving.  My cock is
pointing up as far and as hard as it can get. Ray reaches over and  uses his
hand pressing hard at the back of my head getting my forehead against  the
back rim of the sink, "Keep your fucking head down. I like this submissive
position I've got you in. You now know damn well where you and I stand,
don'cha?" And, more fucking with the "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds echoing  off
the tile walls along with Ray's grunts as he drives his cock hard up my
ass moving my body with each thrust so the top of my head hits the tile wall
behind the sink each time. He's let up a little of the pressure of pushing
me  against the sink so at least my balls aren't getting crushed now. They're
 heavy and bloated with cum ready to explode creating a universe full of
sexual  pleasure like a supernova. Ray presses the back of my head down again,
bending  it down until my face is near the bottom of the basin. He says,
"Stay in the  submissive position I want you in. This will be the way I  will
 fuck you when I take  you back. I was too fucking lenient with you last
time." I'm doubled over the  sink with Ray's trusting his long fat cock up my
ass harder and faster with  each delicious hump. The lips of my anus,
stretched to the max, sizzle with  pleasure bordering on pain and it's an awesome
ride. I don't even know what  he's babbling about. He's always talked to
much during sex and I don't even  listen anymore.


It's been more then five  steady minutes of hearing the, "Slap, slap, slap,
slap," sounds along with  Ray's grunts and my moans of sexual pleasure and
I'm in sexual ecstasy, then  Ray grunts, "I'm gonna cum," as he yanks me
upright with his hand under my  chin. My head goes back hard against his
shoulder again as he drives his cock  up my ass fast, "SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP,"
and my orgasm has reached the  tipping point. I let out a squeal that Ray cuts
off with his hand over my  mouth as my cock pumps a long stream of cum up
in a arch that comes down on  the mirror and drools down to the sink. A big
load of cum followed by three  strings of spunk that shoot out quickly. I'm
shaking like a leaf from extreme  sensations seemingly all over my body. Ray
grunts, pushes me against the sink  again and lays on me without much
pressure and humps against my buttocks with  his hips, but without moving his
cock. His head goes back as he moans,  flooding my inside with his creamy semen.
It feels like he's coating my  tonsils with cum his cock is so long. He
rubs his face back and forth at the  back of my head making strangling moaning
sounds as he comes down off the high  of climax, a high that is about the
highest high you can experience. It's a  fast moving high and while intense
it's fleeting and in less then a minute  were both calming down.


Ray straightens up, helping  me do the same. He kisses the side of my face
from behind, asking, "I hope I  wasn't too rough with you, just trying to do
it the way you like it. Was I  dominant enough for you?" I'm weak and only
nod my head at him. He asks,  "Friends again, Dylan? I hope I didn't let you
down, hope I was able to give  you a good fucking, which is all I wanted to
do. Make you feel good." He  slides his cock back and forth in my sloppy
opened-up ass a few times making  my shoulders shudder again. It feels
fantastic I gotta admit that to myself,  but not necessarily admit it to Ray. After
a half dozen trips up my loose,  cum-filled rectum, Ray pulls his long
organ out of my ass leaving it gaping  open back there. I feel cool air going up
my ass and after Ray's hot cock it  feels like a winter's breeze by
comparison. Ray gives my ass a parting,  "SLAP!" that rings in my ears and stings.
I want to be royally pissed off at  him, but that was a spectacular fuck. He
gets a hand on each of my solders and  turns me around to give me a hug,
repeating his question, "Friends again,  Dylan?" I shrug, muttering, "We were
never enemies, Ray. If you're asking did  I enjoy the sex, the answer's yes
and no. You know how to fuck, there's no  question about that, but you can
still act like an asshole, calling me 'baby'  sarcastically and acting like a
bully, plus all that other shit you were  saying, most of which I didn't
hear." He makes a face, then says, "Okay,  you're right. I was gloating there
a little bit for a second, but mostly I was  being dominant the way you like
it. Dominant and rough. That's why I was  giving you all the tough talk. I
got you all hot and bothered, you gotta admit  that," and he shrugs, "You're
a very sexual guy and you couldn't keep yourself  from loving that fuck. I
apologize if I acted like an asshole. It's not how I  want to act, but
sometimes I do, I know. You're right." He turns me around  again so I'm facing
the sink, and he tells me, "Lean against the sink again  like I showed ya,"
pushing the back of my head. " Get your head down  submissively like I told
you a few minutes ago, and I'll clean you up some."  I'm like limp, so I do
what I'm told and he gets toilet paper and cleans  drooling cum off my ass.
Then he wets a washcloth right next to my face, as he  mutters, "Just stay
down like that until I'm through," and he wipes my ass  down, saying, "You need
someone like me to satisfy your submissiveness, Dylan.  Who better than me,
ya know? Don't let pride deprive you of what you deeply  desire. I'm your
man and you know it." Drying my ass, he adds, "You've still  got the best ass
I've ever seen on a guy or girl, and I'm not inferring you're  at all like
a girl." Pulling up my shorts, he pats my back, "All cleaned up  back there,
Dylan. I don't suppose you'd agree to sucking my cock clean." I  say,
"You're correct, I won't agree to do that," and I walk out of the half  bath as
Ray mutters, "Two dates with you and you'd be sucking my sloppy cock  and
licking my asshole again. That's all it would take me, two dates." He  pulls
some toilet paper from the roll and begins cleaning his sloppy cock of  cum
and random ass matter, still muttering, but I can't hear him. I'm in the
basement groping myself and thinking about the fuck Ray laid on me. God that
was hot!.


As I'm sweeping up Ray's  and Seth's hair from the floor, Ray comes out and
kneels down to hold the  dustpan for me to sweep the mixture of dark brown
and light blond cut hairs  into it. He walks over and dumps the hair in the
trash. My ass isn't sore, but  it would be if Ray fucked me again in an hour
or two, which ain't going to  happen. I tell him, "I've got to help Seth
with something, Ray, so I'll need  to say goodnight to you. I'm glad you like
your haircut." He smiles, "Sure,  Dylan, um, can I come to you for my next
haircut, or are you still pissed at  me?" I say, "Haircut, yes... sex, no. We
got a deal?" He says, "We'll see  about the sex part. You call the shots if
you'd like to, but you did agree to  have sex with me this time before we
did it tonight, right?" I shrug, "Sort  of. Yeah, I did. You fuck good." He
says, "All you need to do is snap your  fingers and I'm there for you. Why
don't you give me a call. We really need to  get back together. Think back
over the summer and remember how you had the  hot's for me and remember how
submissive I got you to be tonight, you'll crave  it again. It'll be that way
again, give be a call," and he pats my cheek,  nodding his head like it's
settled. This is a far cry from dumping me. I  mumble, "Fine, see ya, Ray." He
starts up the steps, then says, "Oh yeah, Bean  asked me to tell you he'll
be over for his haircut tomorrow about five, okay?"  I mumble, "I'll text
him," and Ray sneezes, curses and waves at me, then  disappears up the steps. I
hear the front door close, without banging it shut,  and that's that. I
hope he doesn't hold his breath waiting for my call.  Looking around, thinking
I've forgotten something, then I remember the mirror  in the bathroom and go
in to clean my cum off it, then sigh. I'm pissed at  myself for giving in
to Ray, but at the same time I feel really good. That was  a hot sexual
experience, one of the hottest with him. My cum poured out of my  cock, Jesus!
Ray's finally picked up on the sub/dom thing and he does it great  too. Damn.
Then Seth comes down the steps, telling me, "I came close to asking  a guy
out on a date. It was online just a few minutes ago." I say, "Good  progress,
Seth."


I wash my face and hands  calming down after that hot sex. It really hit
the spot, but I missed a chance  to turn him down. The hell with that for now,
we're gonna see who's at the  mall. Seth drives us there in his junker of a
car telling me about this guy he  almost made a date with. "He's no where
near as good looking as you, Dylan,  but then who is? His name is Prince and
he has long hair, but it's neat and  he's nice looking, just not real cute.
Oh, and he has kind of a big nose, but  not a real big. He was home schooled
almost like me except his mother home  schooled him." I ask, "What's his
first name?" Seth says, "I guess it's  Prince, unless that's a nickname. He's
twenty years old and about my size and  he likes sports and dancing. I can't
dance, but I like sports. He works at  construction." He tells me more, but
I'm thinking how disappointed Robby would  be in me if he saw me calling
out Ray's name when Ray was fucking me. Man,  that was a good fuck though. You
get a whole different sensation from large  cocks. Ray's right of course, I
liked his dominant manner. Not that I'd admit  that to him. Maybe after his
next haircut I'll relent, but that depends on how  much progress I've made
toward turning down other side sex. If I'm not going  to turn down his I
need to decide on someone else to turn down. Man, I still  can't get over that
BO scent of Ray's, it's the most uniquely sexy scent ever.  Tonight it
bordered on real BO though so it wasn't as sexy as it can be at  times when it's
not real ripe. Still, I have no interest in getting back  together with Ray,
big cock or not. He's like a chameleon in that he can  switch his manner
from 'asshole' to 'nice' instantly. He's kind of a con  artist I guess, now
that I think about it. Jesus, Robby is so much hotter and  nicer than Ray it's
pathetic. Maybe I should feel sorry for Ray, but I  don't.

"Do you think I should  overlook that about Prince?" Seth asks me as he
pulls into the mall parking  lot. I have no idea what he'd been saying, so I
mutter, "Um, what do you mean  exactly?" He goes, "The part about him getting
arrested last year." Shit, I  didn't hear him tell me about that, but I go,
"No, I wouldn't overlook that,  Seth." He parks, saying, "He's a church
going kid and he said that was the  only time he's ever gotten in trouble with
the police." I go, "You'll know  what to do better than me, Seth. You've been
talking to him directly." We get  out and see a guy I went to high school
with. He yells over, "Yo, Newman."  He's with a girl. I wave, "Sup, dude?" He
comes over and, without introducing  his girlfriend, he says, "The rumor is
that you and Dickers are boyfriends. Is  that true?" I say, "Yeah, we're
gay, why?" He shrugs, "Jeez, you're pretty  caviler about it." I say, "Why
wouldn't I be, Tanner?" He goes, "Hell, heh  heh, I don't know. Say hi to your
boyfriend for me." I mutter, "Probably not."  Seth chuckles. "That was rude
of him," and I go, "Did you see the bow-wow he's  hooked up with?" Seth
says, "I was looking at him, he's kinda cute." I'm like,  "Yeah, he is. All the
cute guys aren't on our team  unfortunately."


Inside we stroll around  checking out the guys and commenting on their
sexiness or lack there of, which  is more the case usually. At the food court we
run into Bean and brainiac,  Manny. Manny's the pretty Hispanic kid with
brilliantly white teeth, smooth  tan skin, big black eyes, and a really cute
smile. Bean jumps up to do the  posse greeting with me, as I'm muttering,
"Oh, we're still doing this, huh?"  Then Manny gives me a nice hug, saying,
"Dylan, I've missed ya, bro. Where ya  been hiding?" I squeeze the back of his
neck, mumbling, "Hi, Manny I've been  around." Then I introduce Seth and we
sit down. Bean tells Seth, "At this  table, Seth, I got my two homeboys,
one's the best looking guy in Framingham,  and that would be Dylan of course,
and the other's the smartest boy in  Framingham, Manny Ruez." Seth smiles,
"Gee, that's cool. Is Bean your last  name?" Bean goes, "It's short for
string-bean, that's what the guys nicknamed  me when I was a skinny kid, tall and
skinny." Manny says, "You're still tall  and skinny." Bean frowns, "I am
not, what the fuck ya talking about. I've  grown up?" Seth says, "We never
actually grow up so much as we just learn how  to act in public." Manny says,
"That's a paraprosdokian." We all look at him.  Bean asks, "Did you just make
that up?" Manny says, "No, another example is,  'I used to be indecisive,
but now I'm not so sure about that'. They're called  paraprosdokians." Bean
says, "What are called para-whatever you said?" Manny  looks at the three of
us apparently surprised no one can back him up on this.  He says, "It's a
figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or  phrase is
unexpected or surprising." We look baffled, so he says, as if this  will clear it up,
"The words create a form of syllepsis. You know, it can be  used for
humorous or dramatic effect." I go, "Oh, yeah," and Bean says, "Now I  get it."
Manny waves his hand at us. Bean asks, "Why do you clutter your mine  with
useless information like that?" Manny says, "I don't even know how I know
that, now that you mention it. I must have read it  someplace."


We get drinks and then  rehash our success at winning softball games this
summer. My throat tickles  and I wonder again if Ray had a cold or if it was
allergies, like he said.  Bean asks, "Can I get a haircut tomorrow, Dylan?"
and Manny says, "Me too." I  go, "Yeah, but come over at five because I have
something to do after dinner.  We get up to walk around the mall with Seth
asking Manny about that fucked up  word he used earlier. Bean whispers to
me, "I'm going to let you blow me  again, so do Manny's haircut first and when
he leaves you can suck my cock,  okay?" I say, "No, that's okay, Bean. You
don't need to do that, I'm good." He  says, "No really, it's alright, I
don't mind and I feel I owe ya for the free  haircut. I'll tell you what I'll
do. You can blow me, you blow me better than  my girlfriend, I'll tell ya that
much, and I'll even stick my long hard cock  up your ass too. With a condom
of course, I don't want any shit on my dick." I  say, "Oh, does Tina blow
you?" He says, "That's rude, asking a personal  question like that. I'm
surprised at you, Dylan." I say, "My bad, Bean," and  can't help but laugh. Then
I mutter, "We'll see tomorrow night, Bean. If  you're still willing to let
me blow you, we'll see, okay?" He says, "Sure, I  like you, I won't let you
down by changing my mind. I'll bring the condom so  don't worry about it." I
laugh again as Bean frowns, probably wondering what's  funny.


The posse boys run into  other kids they know so Seth and I say goodbye and
keep on walking. I say, "I  just got an ideas, Seth. How about spending the
night with me?" He says,  "Really, sleep with you?" I say, "Yeah, it'll be
cool. I won't see you a whole  lot during the college months so we'll have a
nice long date tonight." He  goes, "I'd love to, Dylan, thanks," and he
pats my back, saying, "You're the  best." I tell him, "I need to do Chubby's
and my lunch for work tomorrow so  how about us stopping at a sub shop and
we'll get Italian subs for  tomorrow's lunch?" He says, "They'll be all soggy
by the time we eat them,  from the oil." I go, "No they won't. I'll order the
subs without oil and bring  a small bottle of olive oil with me and we'll
put it on the subs before we eat  them." he goes, "Manny's not the only
brainiac in Framingham." I go, "He is as  far as I know." Seth drives us to an
Italian sub shop downtown, one I've never  been in. We get out and Seth says,
"I live around the corner from here." It's  a tough looking neighborhood
with kids wearing wife beater undershirts and low  hanging baggy shorts looking
like bad asses hanging out on the sidewalk in  groups smoking. Seth doesn't
pay any attention to them, but I glance at this  one tough-looking cute kid
who steps towards me, asking, "What the fuck are  you looking at, Mary
Jane?" Seth takes hold of my bicep pulling me along,  quietly saying, "Don't
disturb the dogs, they bite." We go inside the shop  where there's a man and a
woman behind the counter, both giving us suspicious  looks. The man says,
"No loitering over sodas, and no smoking in here." Seth  sounds like a
different person when he snaps back at the man, "Jesus, Albert,  how long ago was
it you dropped out of charm school? We want some subs to go  and we don't
need any of your shit." The woman walks down to the other end of  the counter.
She looks like she's in her seventies with white puffy  grandmother hair and
a round, leathery face lined by age and the sun. She's  overweight with
sagging skin hanging off both upper arms and she's wearing a  dress with small
flowers on it like a little girl might wear.  The man  might have been her
son, about forty-five, a large man, more fat than muscle,  with a football
shaped head, sloping shoulders and he's short to go with being  stocky. He's
mostly bald, but his ears are hairy. He has a diminutive chin,  tiny lips,
and deep-set, dime-size eyes that glistened with fluid. He looks  like a
maniac actually, or a mass murderer. He asks, "What kinda sub's you  want?" Seth
says, "Three Italian and hold the oil, but the works otherwise."  The man
pulls on latex gloves and starts slicing some nice looking Italian sub  rolls,
asking, "Hot cherry peppers?" Seth goes, "Yeah, the works, but no  oil."


Thank God the guy put  gloves on, everything behind the counter looks clean
and fresh except him and  his mother. The meats are refrigerated and the
lettuce and onion looks crisp.  The tomato is ripe and he slices the salami
and some other Italian cold cuts,  and provolone cheese to order. Looks like a
delicious sub about ten inches  long and really stuffed with all the
fixings. The man rolls the individual  subs in butcher paper and puts them in a
bag. "What else?" he asks, "That's it  for now," Seth mutters. Albert says,
"Give me twenty-two forty and we'll call  it even." I flip a twenty on the
counter and Seth puts a five next to the  twenty and then waits for change. On
the way out he gives me the change  saying, "I owe you another five bucks,"
and passes it to me. I take it so I  don't insult him, but I'd just as soon
treat him to the sub. We walk by the  tough guys, all about sixteen years
old, but I don't glance at them this time  and they pay us no mind. In the
car, I ask, "How can you deal with life on  these streets?" He says, "You need
to be as big a prick as the next guy or  they'll eat you for lunch." I'd
have an ulcer dealing with this macho shit  every day. On the way to my place
Seth tells me he eats in that sub shop  often, but the guy, Albert, was
focused on me because I was new to the  neighborhood. I ask about the old lady
and he tells me she works the register  when it gets busy around lunch and
dinner time. The place has a big pizza  business too. He says, "Good pizzas too
and the place is clean even if Albert  and his mother aren't." I mutter, "I
was relieved when he put on the  gloves."


By the time we get back to the condo there's no  doubt about it, I've got
the beginnings of a sore throat. That damn Ray has a  cold or some kind of
flu, not allergies. I take some Tylenol and test my sore  throat theory by
smoking a cigarette on the balcony drinking Cokes with Seth.  He's all excited
about the sleep over, "This is the first one in my life, if  you can believe
that." I tell him I'm coming down with something and I hope I  haven't
giving it to him. He blows smoke out, and says, "You won't, I had a  flu shot.
They were giving them at the free clinic so I got one." I'm feeling  better
by the time we're getting ready for bed. In the bathroom Seth asks, "Is  it
appropriate behavior for the guest at a sleep over to have sex with the
host?" I say, "It's common courtesy to boff the host at a successful sleep
over, yeah."


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




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