Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2015 10:56:17 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME Chapter 2

DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME


Chapter 2


                               by  Donny  Mumford


After sleeping during the entire flight I'm now standing here  in Logan
airport gazing out a huge window at the Boston skyline. It's less than  an
hour's taxi ride to Framingham. Two and a half hours to fly eleven  hundred
miles and then another hour to travel the last thirty miles to home  sweet home.
Mom and Tris won't be leaving for work until four o'clock so I'll  see them
first. It'll be cool walking into our condo and seeing the look on  mom's
face. I probably should have told everyone I'd be home twelve hours  earlier
then expected, but surprising them will be fun. Of course Robby and  Chubby
are at work, so I won't see then until five-thirty or so. Sighing
contentedly, I head for the 'down' escalator that leads to baggage claim. In my  head
I'm picturing the guys at Lockheed-Martin on morning break. I kinda miss
them all and Ryan especially, but at the same time I'm very excited and
looking  forward to the second half of my summer. I'll have a couple of weeks
loafing  around, then a week in Wildwood before working for Robby the last
month before  my junior year at Merrimack College. Yipes! Time flies....


I take my time getting to baggage claim, and then locating the  carousel
for the Marietta flight joining my fellow passengers staring at the
motionless carousel waiting for the luggage to begin dropping down the chute. A  horn
sounds, the carousel starts rotating and some luggage drops down and goes
round and round. On the other side of the circling carousel I spot the two
girls  who complimented me as we were getting off the plane. They're both
hugging and  kissing average looking young men who have buzz haircuts. I wonder
if they're in  the Armed Forces? That makes me think fondly of my Army
friends, Connor and  Dodger. My duffle bag is finally coming around towards me.
I pluck it off the  rotating carousel and look for my satchel. It shows up
two minutes later and,  with it over my shoulder, I drag the duffle bag
outside and get in the line for  a taxi. The line moves along and my taxi soon
pulls up with the trunk open,  so I dump my luggage in and close the lid.
Getting in the back seat, I tell  the driver, "I'm going to Framingham. Um, if
you know where the Framingham train  station is, I'll direct you from there."
A man with a swarthy complexion wearing  a turban turns to me and with a
heavy accent he asks something in a surely  manner. Something about why didn't
I take the train. I think that's what he  said. I go, "Huh, train?" and he
says something about boondocks and a fare back,  or something. He's not
happy, I can tell that much. Frowning, I mumble,  "Boondocks?" and he waves his
hand at me, turns around and snaps down the arm of  the machine that racks
up the fare, cursing under his breath. What'd I  do?


He drives crazily in and out of traffic blowing his horn and  yelling
something in a foreign language. This is his chosen job, isn't it?  What's he
upset about? When he pays the toll at the Sumner tunnel the fare  machine jumps
$3.50. I watch the fare increasing, the numbers clicking by at a  dizzying
rate as I'm trying to figure out what the cab driver's problem is.  Finally
clearing the city proper we're on route 93 north going sixty-five miles  an
hour and the fare machine is really rolling now. The taxi driver's steering
with one hand, his iPhone in his other. He's yelling at someone about
getting  him a fare back into town from the suburbs. It's all making for a very
uncomfortable ride. This guy needs to attend some anger management classes
and  he might consider a charm school while he's at it. He's tense and I
think he's  shouting expletives in his foreign tongue at me now because he makes
eye contact  in the rear view mirror from time to time. I stare out the
side window to avoid  his dark eyes. If a person doesn't want to be a taxi
driver they should consider  doing something else.


We finally leave the Mass Pike with the numbers on the toll  machine
rolling by like a slot machine gone berserk. The driver's saying  something to me
again, turning his head towards me now instead of looking where  he's going.
He might be asking a question, but I can't understand him. I try to
decipher his question, but it's hopeless. Here's a fucking idea: perhaps  speaking
the native tongue of a country should be a required skill if your job
involves interacting with the natives. I'm telling him to turn here, turn at the
 gas station, and so forth, but he keeps yelling expletives at me and
blowing his  horn at drivers for no reason. He apparently is not a fan of
suburban  drivers.


I'm sweating bullets by the time he pulls over to the curb  down from my
condo. The fare is $89.45 if I can believe that shit. I'm pretty  much
intimidated by this asshole so I wimp-out and give him a twenty dollar tip,  then
get my luggage out of the trunk. I get no 'thank you' from him as he pulls
away with tires screeching leaving me looking after him wondering what the
fuck  I did wrong. Oh well, maybe he's just having a bad day. Smiling now, I
trudge up  the steps imagining the look of surprise on my mom's face when I
pop in and say,  'Hi Mom!'. Heh heh, actually I'm not too crazy about
surprises when I'm the one  being surprised, but I like giving a surprise. It feels
so good to be here. I'm  remembering the ten thousand times I climbed these
same steps next to Chubby  when we were growing up and inseparable.
Standing in front of mom's condo I look  around, then turn completely around
observing everything and try to think how  long it's been since I've been home. I
didn't go home the weekend we left for  Marietta so that's one weekend, then
almost a week driving to Georgia, then six  weeks with Ryan. So it's been
almost two months. Hell, the previous longest time  I've been away from home
is a week, and that's for our vacations in Wildwood  when I was with my
family, so that doesn't even count.


Ha! Then I have a thought: Josh thought he was cleverly buying  out a month
of my contract, but I only signed-up for nine weeks, not ten like  the
other guys. The tenth week fell the week of our Wildwood vacation so Josh
basically bought out two weeks of my contract for seven days severance pay. Some
manager he is! Plus, I wasn't going back to Marietta after this weekend
anyway,  so he could have saved his severance pay. With checks totaling
$3079.00 in my  pocket, along with almost a hundred dollars in cash left after
paying the ransom  to the taxi driver, I'm still bucks up and flush with
Benjamins. I did okay for  myself so far this summer. And I still have four more
paychecks coming when  working on Robby's landscaping crew. Sweet!


Turning around again I fish my house key out of my pocket and  quietly
unlock the door, then tip toe inside. Standing just inside the front  door I
listen, but don't hear anything. Mom's bedroom door is open, so she's up  and
about. Then I notice how warm it is in here. Fuck, there's nobody home! Mom
turns the thermostat up when she's at work to save electricity, which makes
sense. Dropping my duffel bag and satchel on the sofa I look at the
thermostat.  The digital read-out says seventy-nine degrees! I turn it down to
seventy-two  and immediately hear a rush of air as the air conditioner comes on.
It's after  eleven o'clock, which is about the normal time mom gets up.
Taking out my cell  phone I call her figuring she's with Tris in the condo
above ours. This kinda  ruins the surprise though. Grinning again waiting to
hear her voice, but no, I  get dumped to voice mail. Fuck! I leave a message
that I'm home and then assume  there's probably a simple explanation for mom
not being home, like her and Tris  are covering for someone's lunch shift.
They don't normally get to work until  four-fifteen to prepare for the early
dinner crowd. That begins at five o'clock  for the low-tipping seniors' s
pecial-priced dinners. Huh! Just my luck they'd be  at work the day I come home
early. I guess the surprise is on me.


Slowly wandering around the living room and kitchen I'm  touching all the
familiar things I've lived with all my life, then stop to look  at the framed
photographs mom's put on display around the condo. They're mostly  photos
of me and Chubby at various ages. There's one of her and her fiancé,  Rider.
That's his last name by the way. His actual name is Thomas Rider, but
everyone's calls him, 'Rider'. He's a nice guy and so is his twin brother who's
engaged to Chubby's mom, Tris. My mom and Chubby's mom have been best
friends  since they were toddlers. Oh God, there's the picture of Chubby and me
with our  graduation shit on. We had to buy those flimsy robes and funny
square hats for  the graduation ceremony. Huh, there's a picture of Chubby and me
when we were  about ten or eleven, both with buzz cuts and smiling like our
lives depended on  it. Wow, Chubby's so fucking cute! We're both wearing
khakis and polo shirts so  I guess we were going out to dinner with the moms,
or something like that. Ha  ha, look how close we're standing to each other.
I was still the same size as  Chubby at that age, and then about thirteen I
began growing taller and we both  hated that. Fucking kids!


Taking a deep breath, I grab my stuff and carry it to my room.  Flopping on
my bed I almost shed a tear I'm so happy to be here. Damn, I'm too
emotional. Hugging my pillow I get an idea. Getting off my bed, I walk outside  and
up to Chubby's and Tris' condo. Retrieving their hidden key from the
mailbox  I let myself in and go to Chubby's bedroom and break out laughing. What a
shit  hole! He never cleans his room. Wading through dirty clothes and
towels on the  floor, I flop on his unmade bed and hug his pillow. Ah yes,
Chubby's scent. It's  so nice I get tears in my eyes one more time. Yelling at
myself, "Stop that!' I  have to admit Chubby's pillow smells good, my favorite
scent of all time. I wish  I hadn't given him a haircut three weekends ago
because I'd like to have that to  look forward to. Laying on his bed,
smelling his pillow, I think about Chubby.  That makes me think to check their
refrigerator. Hopping up I go into the  kitchen and yes, beers. It's almost
noon so I grab a bottle of Rolling Rock.  Taking a swig of beer, then carrying
it to their balcony to drink while I have a  cigarette. Wish there was some
way I could get over to the Dicker's complex and  be in the locker room when
the boys come in after work.


Finished the beer I'm staring at the parking lot thinking I  should get
some lunch. Locking up Chubby's condo I go down to mine and clean up  a little.
I'll walk the two miles to the J &J sub shop and get either a  cheesesteak
or an Italian sub. It sucks not having wheels. Looking at myself in  the
mirror and rubbing my bristly eighth inch hair in front of my head I'm
thinking about Ryan giving me this haircut less than twenty-four hours ago.  Damn,
just thinking about it makes my dick move in my shorts. It was sexy  for my
fetish of course, but now I've got to live with this haircut. Robby's  going
to be disappointed in me for not insisting Ryan desist from cutting my
hair. I just couldn't do it though, and anyway Robby will forget all about it
when he hears I'm not going anywhere after this weekend. I'm staying here.
Sighing, taking one last look at my hair, I shrug and put Ryan's Merrimack
baseball cap on and walk outside wearing the cool sunglasses Willie bought
be a  couple of years ago. These babies cost two hundred bucks although I can
hardly  tell them apart from the thirty-nine dollar knock-offs Robby has.
Still, these  are a little cooler looking.


Outside it's like eighty-five degrees, which would be  considered a
pleasant day in Marietta. Down the steps I go and walk on the  sidewalk next to the
noisy highway with smelly exhaust fumes dancing in the air.  I'm wearing
the brim of Ryan's baseball cap in the back to be a little extra  cool. Huh, I
hope Ryan's right when he called me a cute bad-ass. Ha ha! Smelling  the
back of my wrist I admit to myself I miss him. We were inseparable 24/7  until
the last couple of weeks and even then we were together most of the time.
It got so I didn't need to do much thinking because Ryan was in-charge. I
just  waited for him to tell me what we're doing next. Same for when I was at
work:  just do what I normally do until Ryan said to do something else.
There's  something relaxing about a suspension of responsibility, but there's
something  lazy about it too. I don't know what to think actually, but then
that was a very  unique situation I put myself in. I mean I was Ryan's guest
basically, and I  worked directly for him, so I was pretty much dependent on
him. Here at home  I'll work for Robby, but I'm not his guest so I'll need
to think for myself a  lot more. Still, Ryan and I grew a lot closer this
summer even as we grew apart  at the end when he finally found a for-real
boyfriend. Our relationship has  changed now. I'm not exactly sure how it's
changed, but it'll be  different.


After walking four long blocks next to the highway I turn  right and pass
the grammar school. The one Chubby and I went to, then another  eight blocks
I pass the little strip mall where Robby and I parked the pickup a  few
times to have sex at night. There's the Subway shop in the middle of the
stores, but I don't want to eat there. I mean, their sandwiches are okay but
their rolls are too soft. More like hot dog rolls than sub rolls. It's another
half mile to J & J's but I'm enjoying the walk down memory lane in my own
home town. Laughing at myself, realizing I'm acting as if I've been away for
years instead of two months. What's it like for Dodger when he gets leave
from  the Army after being away from home for nine months? For Connor though,
his  neighborhood is probably someplace he'd like to forget rather than
feel  nostalgic about. His quiet courageousness living and dealing with the
surroundings he grew-up in impresses the hell out of me. Whenever I start
feeling sorry for myself about something I think of Connor and then my piddling
 problem seems insignificant compared to the ones he dealt with every day.
And he  did it smiling without complaining about anything. I get chills
thinking about  him and how he was so brave overcoming adversities I can't even
imagine. I'm so  happy he's in a better place now and doing so well. God
Bless Dodger for having  Connor's back too. Goddamn, how I miss those two boys!


I can see the sub shop, so now I'm thinking about the walk  back. Huh,
maybe Subway for lunch was a smarter way to go. It's twice the  distance to J &
J's. Entering the air-conditioned sub shop feels like  walking into a meat
locker compared to walking here in the heat of summer. I'm  sweating
'profusely', as they say. I hear, "Dylan!" and look over at Sonny in  all his
orange-haired glory. He's sitting in one of the booths. What the fuck, I  was just
thinking about him yesterday before Ryan gave me my last Marietta  haircut.
Ha, it doesn't look like Sonny's had a haircut since the last one I  gave
him. He's sitting with his motorbike buddy, who's name I forget. Not a bad
looking stocky kid wearing sunglasses inside. He's had a recent close-cropped
 haircut reminiscent of the ones Sonny used to give me. Sonny waves his
hand at  me, yelling, "What the fuck ya gawking at? Get your ass over here,
Dylan!" I  look around but no one seems to notice the profanity. Sonny's still
the cute  bossy little fucker I remember. I haven't seen him since before
last Christmas.  Wow, he's cuter than ever. I wonder if his brother, Devon, is
cuter too. That'd  be something to see!


Smelling the back of my hand and grinning I walk over to their  booth.
Sonny gets up for a two arm hug and a kiss. He's grown, but he's still an  inch
shorter than me. Something new on baby-faced Sonny. There are wispy pale
soft-looking orange whiskers growing along his jaw and some on his top lip. He
 goes, "You know my bud, Jesse, right?" I nod at Jesse as he flips the back
of  his hand at me, mumbling, "Wha 'sup?" We don't actually know each
other. Jesse  has the very short dark hair I mentioned, and overall he looks like
a tough guy,  but he's not unattractive. Sonny's the opposite being very
pale complected with  the light orange hair looking like a cute choir boy.
Looks can be deceiving of  course. Sonny tells me, "Sit down next to me," and
I'm like, "I need to  order something to eat." He goes, "Sit the fuck down.
You can have half of my  Italian sub." I sit next to him and pull his big
plastic cup of soda over to  suck some ice cold Pepsi through his straw as he
squeezes the back of my neck,  asking, "How was Florida?" I grin at him,
saying, "How the fuck should I know,  Sonny, I was in Georgia. What have you
been up to this summer?" He tells me he's  working with Jesse at Jesse's
father's garage doing oil changes and working on  'bikes', meaning motorbikes and
motorcycles. I ask, "Is that what you wanna be,  a grease monkey?" He goes,
"Yeah maybe, when I graduated I'm not going to be  like everyone else. I'm
refusing to go to college, and we're not positive yet,  but Jesse and me
might join the Marines, huh Jesse?" Jesse shrugs, "If you want  to, Sonny, I
don't give a fuck one way or the other."


As I'm eating half of Sonny's sub he a nonstop chatter box,  mostly talking
about motorbikes and auto mechanics in general. Whatever, it's  all
gobbledegook to me. Jesse says nothing unless Sonny asks, "Right, Jesse?"  and
Jesse says, "Fuckin' A, Sonny." I like looking at Sonny as he talks. He's
always excited and animated about everything. "How's your brother doing?" He
goes, "Devon?" and I go, "Ya got any other brothers besides Devon?" He says,
"Like I told ya, everybody's going to college and so is Devon. He's going to
UMASS Amherst in the fall. For now he's working part-time at Kohl's wearing
that  silly bibs they make their employees wear." "Yeah? Is he still going
with Annie  Smith?" Sonny nods his head, "Oh yeah, they're in love." Devon's
always  interested me, and we had a little something going on there for a
short time  when I was doing the posse boys' haircuts. Oh well, life moves
along with or  without me.


We're done eating Sonny's lunch, so I say, "I'll buy us an  Italian sub,
Sonny, and give you half." He goes, "Yeah, okay, but I gotta drop  Jesse off
at the shop now. Wait for me to get back before you order it." He gets  up so
I do too and step out of the booth so he can get out. He mumbles, "I'll be
like ten minutes, Dylan. Get yourself a soda or something." He pats my
back,  adding, "Don't fucking go anywhere, I'll be right back and ya gotta do me
a  favor." I roll my eyes, as he bossily says, "Lets go Jesse." Jesse walks
by me  saying, "Nice to see ya," leaving a whiff of BO in his wake. Both of
them have  black fingernails of grease and dirt. Ugh! Well, they are
mechanics, or they're  working towards being mechanics anyway. I agree with Sonny,
not everyone needs  to go to college. Learn a trade and make good money.


They're out the door so I sit down sucking on Sonny's Pepsi  again,
grinning to myself at how Sonny's bossier than ever. He's got Jesse under  his
thumb, obviously. I'm facing the door and spot another ex-posse boy coming  in
holding hands with Ray's ex-girlfriend, Maryanne. It's Jameson Doyle, one of
the boys I never did get to know very well. He's a big guy wearing glasses,
and  there's no way to forget those beautiful green eyes of his. They're
looking even  bigger than they actually are behind his glasses. Sexy pouty
lips on  that big boy, but other than that he isn't what I consider good
looking.  Quiet preppy-looking kid. I've given him a few haircuts, but it's
Maryanne who  spots me. They're waiting to order as she glances over and yells,
"Dylan!"  coming over to my booth. Jameson looks over, smiles and waves at me
but stays in  line. I stand up and do a little awkward hug with Maryanne,
asking, "How ya  doing?" She's always been nice to me. She goes, "I'm doing
great now that  Jameson saved me from that asshole, Ray. I can't remember the
last time I saw  him." I mumble, "Oh, um, ya broke up with him huh." She
pats my cheek, saying,  "You're as adorable as ever, I see. Um, you're not
still Ray's boyfriend are  you?" I shake my head, "Nah, I've been out of town
all summer. Anyway, he dumped  me before the end of last summer." Jameson
comes over and we do the one arm  posse boy greeting. He has a take-out order so
after some small talk they  leave.


Gee, it's really nice seeing them. I wonder if Ray's changed  at all.
Jesus, last summer seems like so long ago. Maryanne was Ray's girlfriend  at the
same time I was his so-called boyfriend. He took both of us to his  parents
Fourth of July cookout. Jesus, talk about awkward embarrassment! Not Ray  of
course, I mean me. Ray paraded us around with an arm around Maryanne's and
my  waist. How stupid was that? It was right after Ryan's father got
transferred  back down south and I was missing the sub/dom sex with Ryan, so I lost
my mind  and turned to Ray, who took care of that. He had more dominance
and nonsense  than even I needed. It was so fucking creepy, and to think that
was only a year  ago. Gee, I've only been home a few hours and the first
three guys I bump into  are guys I met through Ray. Last summer was the 'summer
of Ray' actually. What  the fuck was I thinking?


Sonny's back and he comes over knocking Ryan's hat off my  head, then
rubbing my head, "Good, you're still here. Hey, cool fade haircut!"  That's a
surprise, so I mutter, "Thanks," as I put my hat back on. He sits  across from
me leaning forward, his elbows on the table, "Did you see my main  man,
Jesse's, haircut. I did that for him yesterday. Cool, huh?" I shrug,  "You're an
amazing barber, Sonny." He goes, "Yeah I know, I'm a natural. That  what
you said. Hey, I still love you, by the way. We still boyfriends?" I  chuckle,
"We were never boyfriends, Sonny." He goes, "What the fuck? We had a  lot
of hot sex together." I snort, "Three or four times, Sonny. That would be a
lot of times to get run over by a bus maybe, but it's not a lot of hot sex."
He  chuckles, "Fuck a whole bunch of buses, we had hot sex. Remember when
I'd make  you real submissive to me. Oh gawd, I almost creamed my pants
before fucking  you. Oh, ya know what I want you to do this afternoon? I want you
to rim my ass  until I shoot off." I never pay much attention to what Sonny
says, but I like  staring at his face when he talks. He has the creamiest
pale complexion; it's  like Connor's. I ask, "How do you keep from getting
sunburned?" He burps, then  goes, "How the fuck do ya think? I wear sun-block.
Now, how about that ass  rimming I was talking about?" I laugh, "Not
happening, Sonny." He laughs too,  and says, "Party pooper. Okay, I'll just give
your ass a good fucking. You  probably haven't had a good hard fuck since the
last time I fucked you." I  shrug, "Well, I hate to tell ya, but that's not
happening either, although  you've got yourself an awesome cock. What is
it, about seven inches long, or did  it grow?" He goes, "You can ask Jesse
about that, heh heh." Shaking my head and  grinning, I get up to order a large
Pepsi and a large Italian sub.


Waiting for the sub I sip on the Pepsi the kid gave me right  away. I'm
watching Sonny talking on his cellphone. Good looking slim, nineteen  year old
kid. Wait, I don't think he's nineteen yet. Soon though. He's an all
American gay boy without a single gay affectation in anything he does or says.
Jesse's a lucky kid, but Sonny seems so much younger now, more so than I
noticed  last summer. We did have some hot sub/dom sex together though, wow!
Carrying the  sub and soda to the table, Sonny grabs the plastic cup to suck on
the straw,  then says, "That was Ray on the phone. I called him to tell him
you're back." I  shout, "What?" Then, speaking quieter because people look
over, I go, "I don't  want to see him. He's not coming here is he?" Sonny
goes, "Hey! Ray's cool. We  have a little something going on. He does me every
once in awhile. Man, you  remember the head on his big cock, don'cha?" I go,
"He's not coming here, is  he?" Sonny reaches over and takes half the sub,
mumbling, "Nah, he says for you  to call him." Relaxing a little, I go,
"Hope he holds his breath waiting for my  call." Sonny laughs, "Oh fuck, you're
still pissed because he dumped you?" I  swallow some of the sub, mumbling,
"He beat me to the dumping about one minute  before I was gonna dump him."
Sonny grins, "Oh, sure."


He tells me he sees Bean once a week or so and they always  talk about me.
I go, "Talk about me, how?" Sonny shrugs, "In a good way. All the  guys
liked you better than Ray. Remember we wanted you to take over when Ray got
carried away on a power trip." I nod my head, and he adds, "Yeah, and all the
guys thought you were a super barber too." I go, "Oh, okay then, that's nice
of  you guys." Finished our lunch we go outside and Sonny passes me a
Marlboro,  asking, "Can I follow you to your condo for a haircut?" I take a drag,
saying,  "I walked here. No wheels." I'd really like to give him a haircut.
All that  orange hair would be fun to cut, but then he'll want to have sex
and I'd rather  not get involved with side-sex the first couple of hours I'm
home. I'm saving it  for Robby. On the other hand, I had very little luck
with side-sex the last two  weeks, so it's a mixed bag kind of thing. He
goes, "No wheels, no problem,  you'll ride over with me on my bike. And wait'll
you hear what kind of  haircut I want. I'm so sick of this long hair I
almost told Jesse to  cut it and he's never cut hair in his life." I'm like, "Why
the fuck didn't you  just go to the barbers?" He goes, "You know damn well
I don't like barbers!" I'm  not even going to ask him why. I roll my eyes,
muttering. "Oh, yeah, that's  right." I haven't a clue why he doesn't like
barbers.


Yeah, but how the fuck am I going to get out of him giving me  a ride home?
I can't think of a plausible excuse not to accept his  ride, and he's a
really good kid. I ask, "So where's your motorbike?" He nods  his head down the
street and I see it parked in the next block, as he mumbles,  "Closest spot
to park. It's busy around here." There are stores on both sides of  the
street for blocks, and this isn't even downtown Framingham. This area right
here is a city compared to quaint, albeit expensive, Marietta. I liked that
little town though. I pat Sonny's shoulder, "Let's go, hot shot." Then, as we
 walk towards his bike, I ask, "Did I give you your last haircut?" He goes,
"Yep,  like almost a year ago." He unlocks the chain that was securing his
bike to a  parking meter, as I mutter, "The meter's expired. Didn't you put
any money in  it?" He grins, "Ah gee, I forgot." Putting his helmet on, I
go, "Good to see  you're finally wearing a helmet," and he says, "Jesse got me
in the habit of  wearing it, and it's a cool looking helmet, so ya know."


Sonny straddles his bad-ass bike, his feet on the ground  balancing it.
Smiling at me, he goes, "Hop on behind me and hold on tight."  Getting on
behind him I slide forward on the seat we share, saying, "I always  hold on to
you, Sonny," and wrap my arms around his thin waist giving it a hug.  It's
weird that my first ride in my hometown is on a motorbike. It brings to  mind
Ryan's and my motorbike dates the last two Sundays I was with him. Sonny
says, "It's awesome seeing you again, Dylan, I missed you, Dude." The mufflers
roar and off we go. It takes three minutes to travel the two mile route it
took  me a half hour or so to walk. His motorbike's idling on the street
below my  condo, as he asks, "This is your place right?" I say, "Yeah, but not
here, drive  around back," and we roar off again making a left turn at the
end of the block.  Twenty yard up he makes another left onto the service road
behind the  row of condos, two of which Chubby and I live in. He pulls up
to my  garage and we get off the motorbike, I punch in the code that
activates  the garage door and we go into the finished basement through the  garage.
Inside Sonny says, "Man, this place brings back some great memories. Ya
gonna do the shampoo, Dylan?" I go, "For you, sure," then, "Wait here and I'll
 get the barber stuff out of my duffle bag. I haven't unpacked yet."


Going up the stairs I'm thinking positive thoughts.  What the hell, how
cool is it to be back in my hometown only a couple  of hours and already things
are popping. Different vibes for me here than in  Marietta, that's for
sure. Going through my duffle bag I find the barbering  toiletry kit, then get
shampoo from my bath room. Bringing the stuff down to the  basement Sonny
calls from the half bath, "I'm in here." He's got the chair  facing away from
the sink, his shirt off, and he's sitting in the chair. I  smile, "You
remembered, huh?" Sonny goes, "Yeah. Ya know, in a lot of ways  last summer was
the best ever for me. You made everything, um, like new and fun.  Interesting,
ya know?" I nod, "Yeah, it was a fun time except I don't know how I  got
tangled up with Ray, no offense to him intended. It was weird, that's all."
I'll say it was weird, the worst decision of my life! Sonny says, "Ray would
probably take you back if you sort of begged. I haven seen him recently,
but  when I do I'll tell him you want another chance." I give him a dead eye
expression, then say through clenched teeth, "Don't even fucking joke about
doing that. I'm serious!" He blurts out a laugh.


With my back to Sonny I'm taking a piss in the toilet before  turning on
the water for his shampoo. Sonny says, "Ray calls me when he wants me  to come
over." I ignore the Ray talk, but Sonny goes on anyway. "Ray's been  going
with Artis Ramerous for the past month or so. Artis is a Puerto Rican guy  a
couple years older than Ray. It's funny too because those two started out
by  hating each other and kicking the shit outta one another in a fight.
Manny Ruez  was there and he told me it was the bloodiest fight he'd ever seen."
Zippering  my fly, I flush the toilet with visions of Ray getting his ass
kicked in my  head. Turning around I ask, "Who won?" and with a shrug, Sonny
says, "There  wasn't a real winner, they just stopped fighting. Next thing
ya know Ray's  holding hands with Artis taking him to the movies. It was like
a week after the  fight. Manny said both guys still had black eyes and cut
lips that were just  starting to heal. Oh, Artis had some stitches over his
eyebrow too. I  guess Ray won because Artis looked the worst." I  go,
"Jesus! What was the fight about?" He shrugs, "I don't know and neither does
Manny." Fucking idiots; Ray and Artis, not Sonny and Manny.


I'm hooking the short hose with the spray nozzle to the  spigot. Turning on
the water to warm it up, I ask, "How's Manny doing?" Sonny  goes, "Good, he
got accepted at MIT, ya know." I go, "No, I didn't know that.  You didn't
graduate yet, right? You've got that sorta fucked-up age thing where  you're
in between grades." he says, "I'm a senior this year, but my age is  not
fucked up. I was born ten months after Devon." I comb through his long  hair
that totally covers his ears and it's past the neck of his T-shirt in back.
Too much orange!  His bangs are cut very evenly though, keeping the hair  out
of his eyes. They just cover his eyebrows... actually it's a really  stupid
look. It's like one of the three stooges, but  I  forget which one. Sonny
never did care about his hair all that much. Moving  the spray nozzle over his
head while rubbing my fingers through his hair  until every single hair is
soaking wet, and then I squeeze some shampoo on his  head, asking, "Who cuts
your bangs?" He goes, "Elliot's fairy boyfriend. He cuts  hair in a lady's
salon." I go, "Yeah, I keep forgetting Elliot's Ray's brother.  They're so
different." Sonny goes, "Elliot's become real faggy-acting.  Ray smacks the
back of Elliot's head telling him to stop acting like a girl. He  loves Elliot
though, he just want's him to be a straight-acting-gay like Ray and  me.
Ray's the macho man." Oh brother... no more Ray talk, please!!!!  Sonny's  eyes
close, he relaxes and mercifully stops talking.  Some of the ex-posses  guys
would get tense when I was shampooing their hair. It made them
uncomfortable. Straight boys, ya know? Not Sonny though. He'll probably  want a massage
too. I'm a little disappointed that his hair's dirty, he used to  be really
clean. He'd have some boyish BO once in awhile, but not often and it  was
kind of a sexy BO smell.


Sonny has the aforementioned cream-colored pale complexion,  and I mean all
over his entire body it's the same as his face. Huh, I'd like to  suck on
his two pale-pink nipples. Nice mostly hairless body on this kid,  although
he does have that sparse beginnings of an orange beard I  noticed
immediately. There's some hair on his calves too. He's hot, orange  hair or not. People
with this pale clear skin always looks clean, even when  they're not. The
few orange underarm hairs peeking out from his arm pit contrast  with his
pale skin making them look a sparkling bright orange color   There's some body
odor coming off Sonny today, but it's weak like he'd just  finished playing
basketball in the hot sun or something. It's a boyish scent, a  nice BO.
Running my fingers through his hair in the creamy shampoo for two  minutes,
then I rinse real well and shampoo his hair again to get it really  clean.
Neither of us talks so the only sound in the half bath is the subtle  sound of
the water running. When the water's turned off it's an even  subtler sound of
my fingers squishing through the suds in his long  hair.


After rinsing a second time, I get a towel and roughly dry his  hair, then
use the hairdryer. Finally his hair is very dry and will cut crisply  and
evenly. There some static electricity when I run a comb through it. Now that
it's clean it's an even brighter shade of orange. I say, "I should be
wearing  sunglasses cutting hair this bright." He gets up chuckling and mumbling,
"Fuck  you too," then he stands and hugs me around my waist, the side of his
face  against mine, "I don't want to be critical, but you did the shampoo
too fast,  Dylan. I wanted it to last longer." I break his hug and start
rinsing  out the sink, mumbling, "Tough shit." He laughs, "I missed you too, and
you  are still my boyfriend!" He laughs again and goes into the finished
basement. I hear him dragging the stool across the tiled section of the
floor.  He calls in to me, "And you still need to do the massage."  I used to
drag  out the shampoos, then do the shoulder and head massage because I was
into it  more last summer. It's like all the boys were new and it was fun
getting to know  them and see how they'd each reacted to my intimate contact.
Some were into it,  and some weren't.


Walking into the basement, I go, "Next time you see Bean tell  him to shoot
me a text if he wants a haircut." I'd like that. There's something  about
Bean that I'm attracted to. God knows it's not his brain. Maybe it's his
cluelessness or his willingness to try just about anything. During sex though,
like Sonny, Bean will only do what he calls the 'man' part. He seemed to
like it  quite a bit too. Sonny says, "I'll probably see Bean on Monday, but
it's not  like we hang out together now that the posse split up. Bean's still
Ray's flunky  though. He hangs around Ray more than I do." Well that's
disturbing! I ask,  "Bean's around Ray every day?" He goes, "Nah, Bean's got a
summer job with a  carpet guy. According to Bean he sees Ray two or three
times a week. At nights,  ya know?" Combing through his hair again, I mumble,
"That posse boy shit was  kind of odd, don'cha think?" Sonny looks up at me,
"Odd? No, I kinda miss  Ray running us posse boys. It was fun being with the
older guys waiting to find  out what Ray felt like doing next. Huh, wait!
Actually I thought it was all  total bull shit until Ray let you in the
posse. Then it got super  interesting." I act shocked, "Ray let me in the posse?
That's just so fucking  wrong, Sonny." He shrugs, "No it's not. Ray let you
be a junior posse boy just  like me." Oh my god, that's even more
disturbing! I guess Ray did let me in  the posse. Balls!


As I'm getting the clippers, guides, and scissors out, I say,  "Last I knew
you were sort of rebelling against Ray, weren't you?" He says,  "Yeah, but
that was before he took me under his wing last winter. He's smart ya  know.
He says he likes that I emulate him, and he also likes that I have a hot
ass too. Oh man though, I took some tough love from Ray last winter, let me
tell  ya. That's what Ray called it, tough love. He was between boyfriend at
the time,  although he had this scraggy girlfriend. He said he'd use me to
balance out his  karma. Ray was working hard at getting my asshole used to his
cock.  Stretched the hell out of it. He eventually succeeded and now, ha
ha, I'm like  you were last summer. When Ray calls I come running." I go, "Me
go running to  Ray? That is such bullshit! I never went running to him for
anything, ever!" He  shrugs, and I say, "Sonny, I've heard enough about Ray
Reeves today, enough to  last me two years. Okay? Give it a fuckin' rest!"
I'm thinking of having an IQ  contest between Sonny and Bean. One of them
might come up with a Guinness world  record low score.


He  looks up at me with a smirk, snickering, "Dylan, you  are an uber cool
dude, but I saw how Ray dominated you last summer. You did what  you were
told, so I figure I should too." This is getting so fucking boring. I  roll my
eyes, and ask through clenched teeth, "How do you want your fucking  hair
cut?" He says, "Don't get mad, Dylan. I love you best." I go, "Will you
grow-up! You haven't a fucking clue what being in love means. Now, how do you
want your hair cut?" He goes, "Sorry. Jeez! Now I'm afraid to tell you." I
smile, "Don't be afraid, little boy. I'll be nice." He goes, "You're creeping
me  out!" I massage his shoulders for a minute, then run my fingers through
his  hair. Nice hair except for the color. Finally I say, "I'm waiting,
Sonny,"and he  says, "Please don't jump down my throat when I tell you the
haircut I want,  alright?" I take a deep breath, and calmly ask, "What's it
gonna be?" He rubs  his chin and say, like he expects me to explode, "Um, would
you cut it exactly  like Ray made us get those high and tight burr cuts last
summer. I'm going to  see if he remembers." I yell, "What the fuck is it
between you and Ray? I though  Jesse was your boyfriend." He goes, "He is, but
you've been fucked by Ray. Do I  need to say more?"


This is very bizarre and totally  disturbing, especially coming from cute
little Sonny. Well, not  little, but cute. The last I knew, by the end of
last summer, Ray was sort of  out of the picture. Nobody was dissing him or
anything, they just weren't  hanging with him all that much. The guys went
their separate ways, especially  Sonny. When I hear his choice of haircut and
the stupid reason for it. I'm  like, "Sonny, don't get involved with Ray.
Anyway, you only do the male  part of sex, and now you tell me Ray's fucking
you." He shrugs, "I hate when you  seemed disappointed in me, Dylan. You had yo
ur turn with Ray, ya know. Okay,  actually he was only stretching my asshole
to take his cock for like two weeks  in January." I go, "I don't care what
Ray was doing in January. Do you really  want that tight burr haircut?" He
goes, "Yep, that's what I want." I go, "I  won't do it. Sorry." He goes,
"Please! I'm going to a cook-out tomorrow night at  Ray's. I haven't seen the
bastard for months and I want to impress him." I shake  my head, "I'm not
doing that haircut on you, and I'm sick to death hearing about  Ray!" He pouts,
giving me frowns, then asks, "What haircut will you do?" I tell  him, "If
you absolutely insist, I'll do a regular burr haircut for you, but I'd  much
rather give you like a longish flattop or even like a five-eight inch  buzz."
He slumps on the stool and I grin to myself picturing me saying  to Sonny
what Ryan says to me, 'Sit the fuck up-straight! Don't slump... how  many
times do I gotta tell you that'. Sonny mumbles, "Okay, a regular burr  then."


Well let me tell you, I get this wicked stiff dick giving  Sonny his
haircut. Reducing eight inch long hair to as short as a quarter  inch and no
longer than three-quarter inch on top is a major fucking rush  for anyone with a
haircut fetish. It's not as intense as getting my own hair  cut, but the
next best thing. As piles of orange hair falls off the back of my  hand onto
Sonny's shoulders and lap, he tells me, "When Ray fucks me we're like  too
macho guys fucking. Not like with you when we make you all sissy submissive
and all. We talk about it all the time." Sonny can barely keep a straight face
 telling me this bullshit. I know he's just blowing smoke up my ass because
he's  always made me promise to keep our sex between him and me only. I go,
"You're  not being your sweet self, Sonny, plus you're telling one lie
after another.  Ray's obviously been a bad influence on you." He laughs, and
goes, "No, he  isn't. It's just that we try deciding who made you more
submissive, me or  Ray. He had to admit I came pretty close to him when it comes to
dominating  your ass." I calmly say, "Bullshit alert!" and he laughs again,
saying,  "Actually, you're my cool boyfriend, Dylan, not Ray."


As I finish off the top hairs at about three-quarters of an  inch, I ask,
"What are you going to tell Ray about me tomorrow at the cook-out?"  He says,
'I'll have to see how submissive you get for me this afternoon." I go,
"Not only am I not being submissive to you, I'm not having sex with you?" He
changes from being arrogant immediately, "Aw c'mon, Dylan, I'm just  breaking
your balls. We don't talk about you. Ray's not like that. He forbids
talking behind anybody's back, not just yours." That sounds like one of  Ray's
ten commandments. He has an unusual moral sense of what's right and wrong,
mostly benefiting himself. He pictures himself as honorable, and in  a
distorted way he is a little bit, but he's also out of his fucking mind a  little
bit too. And his brother Elliot is the sweetest guy you'd ever want to  meet.
Total opposites and they don't look anything alike, but then Ray told me
why that is. They've got different biological fathers although Elliot doesn't
 know it. The father they live with is Ray's father. He wouldn't say who
Elliot's  father is.


I use the trimmers outlining around Sonny's ears smiling  because with
short hair like this his ears stick out much more noticeably.  Nicely shaped,
smallish ears, but they stick out. It's a cute boyish look  actually. I rub
his head with both hand, then brush back though the hairs  on top. They're
short enough to stick up on their own. Sonny looks two years  younger then he
did fifteen minutes ago. He looks at himself in the mirror,  murmuring,
"Coool," then looks at me asking, "Can you do it a little  shorter, pleeeeease."
Sighing, I say, "Sit down." This is the opposite of my  situation with Ryan.
I'm asking him please don't make my haircut so short and  Sonny's 'please
make it shorter'. My haircut fetish got roaring cutting off all  that long
clean hair, and now it gets roaring again because there's something  extra
arousing about cutting an already short haircut shorter. I do what Ryan  does
for his specialty haircuts and use the bare clippers on the sides and back
of Sonny's head, but unlike Ryan I stop before I get to where his head begins
 curving. Then with an eight inch guide I take the clippers over the curve,
and  blend it with the shorter cut on the sides. Using the quarter inch
guide for the  clipper I take the clippers over the crown of his head and, like
Ryan does, a  little towards the front. It's so ironic that this haircut,
at Sonny's begging  request, is very much like the haircut Ryan gave me
yesterday. There's only  about an eight of an inch difference between Sonny's
haircut and mine. Damn  ironic!

Finishing the top by blending the different lengths the result  is a tight
burr haircut just like Sonny asked for. Now he's happy. I rub his  crisp
stubble and can't tell the different from the feel of his haircut and  mine. He
feels the side of my head with his fingers, and asks, "Why didn't you  do
that for me?" He's referring to the fade part where Ryan used trimmer
clippers to shave the hair to the scalp halfway up the sides and back. I go, "I
don't think I can blend hairs that short." He goes, "Please try, pleaaase,
Dylan." He sits down again and I do my best to duplicate Ryan's technique. No
 problem shaving halfway up the sides and back, but the blending of zero
length  hair to eight inch hair is like micro surgery. My best efforts leave
a noticeable shingle line around his head where the trimmer clippers took
the hair to the scalp. He doesn't care, "That's awesome, Dylan! Perfect!"
What  does he know. It wasn't twenty four hours ago that I said I'd never give
anyone  a haircut as short as mine. Never say never! That'll be another
motto of  mine.


Sonny helps me get all his hair up off the floor. At first we  pick up
handfuls of it and put in the trash. Then use a dustpan and brush for  the rest.
I keep staring at Sonny's head hardly believing he went from a shaggy  dog
look to a cute fifteen year old marine look. Doing all that haircutting left
 me feeling randy as hell, and Sonny's looking sexier by the minute. Then
there's  his seven inch cock to consider. So, if he asks it'll be difficult
saying no.  I'm putting the barber tools in the toiletry kit, saying, "You're
gonna scare  the shit out of your parents or everyone who sees you with
that haircut. That's  the biggest change in appearance I can remember seeing in
anyone." He goes,  "Nah, I've been threatening to shave my head for six
months now, so this will be  considered a good compromise." He runs his fingers
over his head, adding, "This  is a hundred times better. This haircut is
bad ass gangsta shit." I laugh,  saying, "In your case it's more a scalped
choir boy look."


He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist,  asking in a
little boy's voice, "Will you do me a big, big favor, Dylan?" I  can't imagine
what that might be. I go, "What's the favor?" and he says, "Come  to the mall
with me and help me pick out a cool earring. I want to get my ear  pierced
today to go with my new look." Ha ha, hanging an earring off his ear  will
emphasize how far his ears stick out. It'll be like hanging one Christmas
ornament on the end of Fraser Fir branch. I can't tell him his ears stick  out
though, so I ask, "Why do you want an earring?" He goes, "Duh! Because
everyone cool has at least one. I could be ultra cool and get two, like you."
I'm like, "Ah, sorry but I don't feel like going to the mall. I just got
home  and I gotta unpack and all that shit." He hugs me, "Please, Dylan. You're
my  idol." I go, "I thought Ray was," and he smirks, "I made most of that
shit up,  but he did fuck me once at the New Year Eve party and then he
stretched my  asshole for a week or so, like I told you. We were both drunk New
Years, but it  broke the ice  kinda. I hardly ever see him although I do want
him to fuck  me again at least one more time." I go, "Lying to me like
that! I'm disappointed  in you!" and he laughs, "You didn't believe me anyway,
so it wasn't  lying."


I get him in a headlock which he wiggles out of and we end up  face to
face, he grins at me with his hot lips and those white teeth of his with  the
little space between the front one. I'm a goner. My hands rubs up  the back of
his head as we suck on each other's lips, then do a wet sloppy kiss  that
goes on for twenty seconds.  Breathlessly, Sonny asks, "Do ya wanna do  it,
Dylan? I sure do." I nod trying for blasé, saying, "Okay, I guess. Yeah  why
not. You're a cute little hottie." He kisses my lips, a real juicy one, then
 says, "We're almost the same size, but I am cute and I am a hottie, just
not  little." He unzips his fly and pulls our his dick. Wiggling it, he
grins,  "C'mon, Dylan, for old time sake." Imitating Tim, I bend over and take
Sonny's flaccid cock from his fingers. It's a really nice looking cock. A pale
 creamy-color with a nice pale-pink helmet head the same color as his
nipples.  The orange pubic hairs peeking out of his fly looks flamboyantly
citrusy bright.  With my nose close to his fly I feel heat coming from his crotch
to go along  with a musty odor, one that's not unpleasant. Licking the head,
then sucking it  into my mouth and twirling my tongue around it, I suck
some shaft in too.  There's probably no chance on his own Sonny will do any
deep throating like Ryan  does. Ryan's got me liking the hell out of his deep
throating. He sort of  spoiled me with that because being deep throated by
someone is almost as  submissive as rimming someone's ass, so maybe I'll help
Sonny with that  and& teach him something.


He's rubbing my head quietly grunting as I suck and lick his  cock in my
warm wet mouth with my active tongue constantly moving.  I'm sinking slowly to
my knees to get in position to take his cock in my  throat. His cock's
firming up nicely so I suck in another two inches of shaft  and now the head of
his cock is poking the gag reflex area at the back of my  throat making me
stifle the urge to gag. My cock bones-up hard in my pants as I  grope my
package, then push my head forward until the head of his cock slides  tightly
past the gagging point and into the top of my throat. Sonny goes up  on his
toes groaning and grabbing my shoulders, his fingers digging into my  skin. My
head moves forward until my forehead touches the waistband of his cargo
shorts and his boner is almost three inches down my throat. I move my head
back and his cock comes up some, then pushing my head forward again and Sonny
makes a breathy moan, "Ahhh, ooh," humping his hips and he cums in my
throat.  His hips start pumping his cock back and forth in two or three inch
spastic  thrusts. He's the one making a gagging sound now as he pulls back until
the head  of his cock slides out of my throat onto my tongue. Sonny groans
and humps again  shooting out the spunk left in his nuts. A tasty spurt of
teenage semen,  then his cock pulls from my mouth entirely. I'm squishing his
cum around in my  mouth. It taste sweet like, um, like I don't know what.
Sweet and a little  salty.


Sonny's stroking his cock, his eyes closed with his head back,  moaning,
"Ooooh, fuck, ummm, oh, man, oooh." Taking a deep breath he opens his  eyes,
grinning, "Jesus-H-Christ, what a climax! Fuccck!" I'm standing now with a
tent in my pants and a little out of breath myself. A three minute blow job
was  all it took to get Sonny shooting a nice load into my throat and mouth.
He  laughs, still pulling his pud, "Wow, that was new, Dylan! Fuck, that
was weird. I don't think I've ever spunked that fast before. I was horny,
dude! Welcome home, Dylan. Whoa!" I say, "You always did have a damn nice dick,
 Sonny. Tasty cum too." He's got this big smile on his face, asking, "Can
you do that for me every morning? Get my day off on a high note. Better yet,
 will you marry me?" He's laughing, still holding his now soft dick in his
fist  walking in a small circle. Kids!


He finally puts his dick away and we go out through the garage  and get on
his motorbike. Sonny's gonna get his ear pierced at the mall. I've  got a
case of blue balls, but it was fun seeing Sonny's enthusiastic reaction to
deep throating. Now I can't wait to see what that earring at the end of
Sonny's  ear is gonna looks like. Damn, I enjoyed sucking him off though. I've
always  liked Sonny. I still remember the first time I met him. He sat on my
lap in the  car on our way to watch Ray play in the summer basketball league.
Sonny was  a sexy little hottie back then as a seventeen year old, and he
still is as an  eighteen year old. Near the end of last summer he turned
eighteen two months  after Devon turned nineteen. That's a little weird. I'm
hugging his  hot slim body riding behind him on his motorbike going way too
fast. Then, after  parking at the mall Sonny's affectionately hugging me and
putting his arm around  the back of my neck. We walk from the parking lot into
the mall like that. He  never stops talking about the way he deep throated
me even though it's more like  I deep throated myself using his cock. Sonny's
natural instincts took over  then and his hips began humping, basically on
their own. By instigating it  myself it lost a lot of submissiveness in the
translation. Still, it was  hot.


At a jewelry kiosk a girl wearing black make-up and about  a dozen
piercings in her face and ears asks if she can help us. Sonny  tells her what he
wants and I can tell she likes Sonny. She has slim rings  pierced through her
eyebrow, nostril, and lower lip, then numerous studs  pierced through each
ear. Her name tag says, 'Bug' and she's treating Sonny like  he's her little
brother. She explains that hallow needles do a much better job  of piercing
than a piercing guns, which are breeding grounds for infection. She  gives
him detailed cleaning and maintenance instructions for after the  piercing.
Sonny's all ears. Ha ha, bad pun! When Bug's about to push the needle  through
to the cork on the other side of Sonny's earlobe, his face gets all
scrunched up with his eyes closed. He's squeezing one of my hands with both of  h
is as Bug soothingly says, "Just a pinch, Sonny." When the  hallow needle
goes through his ear lobe Sonny lets out a yelp, but that's  about it. He
chooses a stainless steel hoop earring exactly like the ones  I'm wearing today.
We walk away with a modest size hoop earring hanging out  there from his
earlobe and me trying not to grin. Sonny's proud of himself,  unaware his ears
stick out, or maybe he knows but doesn't care. His innocent  naiveté makes
me want to hug him. He's talking about how it was nothing getting  his ear
pierced, repeating to me what Bug said, "It was like a little  pinch, didn't
hurt hardly at all, Dylan." He a fun kid to be with.


At the food court we get Cokes and sit at a table drinking the  sodas as
Sonny asks me three separate times how his earring looks,  and every time I
tell him, "Cool, Sonny. It's a damn cool earring." The  third tine he asks, I
go, "It's cool. You've got good ears for an earring. Maybe  you need to get
the other one pierced." He goes, "Um, oh, yeah... not today  though." Walking
to his motorbike, he asks, "How long do ya think my ear's gonna  hurt like
this?" I go, "Well it takes at least four weeks to heal, maybe as  long as
six weeks. The tenderness will ease up in a couple of days, but don't  fucking
sleep on it."


During the motorbike ride back to my place I watch Sonny's  earring blowing
in the wind. Sonny's reflection in the rearview mirror on the  handle bars
show him grimacing in a little pain. It's three-thirty when we  pull up to
the garage door of the condo. I swing my leg over the back wheel  getting
off, saying, "It's been fun, Sonny. Take care of that ear, keep it  clean."
He's looking at his smart phone, saying, "It's only three-thirty, Dylan,  can't
I come in. We still haven't, you know, done it." I shrug, "Really?" and  he
goes, "Yeah please. My dick's still twitchy from deep throating you." I
rub his head realizing why Ryan was always rubbing my head. There's something
about looking at the wicked short haircut you've just given your bud. It's
like, 'Did I really just do that?' It's creepy to say, but there's a sense
of  dominance associated with giving someone a haircut that short. Ryan
definitely  felt it in my case. Whatever, I like rubbing Sonny's super short
hair and he  doesn't seem to mind. I have an inkling of how Ryan feels after
giving me my  haircuts.


Sonny's still sitting on his bike looking at me expectantly,  so I say,
"Okay, come on in, Sonny." Walking in through the garage, I ask,  "Don't you
have work today?" I ask him that because he said he worked for  Jesse's father
and he had to drop Jesse off at work. He goes, "Yeah, I work part  time at
the Dairy Queen at night." Inside the basement, "Oh, and you work for
Jesse's dad too, right?" He goes, "Nah, it's more Jesse teaching me about
mechanical shit. I don't get paid. He knows a lot about repairing motors."
Pulling his chain, I go, "You wanna play a game on Xbox? I got the 360." He
thinks I'm serious as he's shaking his head, "Xbox? I thought we could  mess
around like we used to, ya know?" Giving him the haircut and then  sucking his
dick has me hornier than a guy should be, so I'm like, "Okay, lets  drop our
drawers. I was just fuckin' with you." His shorts are down before I can
unbutton mine. He's got a big dick and a big grin on his face. Pulling  my
shorts down to my knees, they drop around my ankles on their own. I'm  shaking
my head chuckling, "We're just a couple of animals in heat." Sonny  laughs,
"I'm always horny. Jesse's not as horny as me, plus he says  he's still not
sure he likes getting it up the ass. He buys these extra lubed  condoms and
complains it hurts going in anyway. Maybe my dick's too big."  I'm like, "Why
don't you let him top you?" and Sonny's like, "You know the  answer to
that, Dylan. I'm like Ray, I do the boy part and you and Jesse do  the girl
part." Shaking my head, "You really need to stop hanging around Ray.  You'll
turn into a Neanderthal like him." Sonny goes, "What's that?" as he  rubs his
dick against mine. Feels good.


With a sneaky grin on his face, Sonny puts his hands on my  shoulders
turning me around, saying, "You don't need to do anything from here on  out. Let
me take it from here." If I weren't so oversexed I'd object to being
referred to as the one doing 'the girl's part', but the fact is I need to get
fucked and Sonny's an attractive sexy horny naive kid who has a natural way  of
doing dominant sex. Kind of an ideal side-sex partner for me. He rubs his
cock up and down my ass crack, asking, "How's that feel? Does it feel good?"
 Ray's influence on Sonny royally pisses me off. Like what Sonny's doing
right  now. Ray always acted as if he's doing you the ultimate favor by
fucking you.  "Oooou, Dylan, my cock's getting hard and you must be getting hot
and bothered  and really anxious for it. It won't be long now, just be patient
for another  minute." I go, "Sonny, shut the fuck up! If you do one more
thing that reminds  me of Ray you'll be riding your bike home with that boner
you're playing  with." He chuckles, "I'm not acting like Ray," and the head
punches in past  my sphincter unexpectedly. My back arches as I grunt, "Oh!
Ahhh." He gets his  right arm around the front of my neck pulling my head
back beside his, the back  of my neck on his shoulder, "Feel good, Dylan?" as
his cock forces it's way a  couple of inches up my ass. I go, "Aaahhh, ooh."
I can feel it getting harder  and fatter inside me. Another two inches
slide tightly up my ass as Sonny  grunts, "Umpth, tight. Nice..." Jesus, I don't
remember him being this  big.


His boner makes steady progress going up my ass with  perspiration breaking
out on Sonny's face as he turns his head getting the side  of my mouth with
a wet kiss and then a lick. He grunts, "Almost there. Feel  good?" His
orange pubic hairs are against my buttocks, then he's tightly  against my ass.
He humps against my buttocks moving his boner slightly, pulls it  back a
couple of inches and humping it right back in hard. I go, "Aahh."  Three more
two inch humps, each one harder then the one before it as he gasps in  my ear,
"You've always liked it hard, huh, Dylan? I'll take good care of you,"  and
a longer withdrawal of his hard cock, then a hard thrust back in. He bends
backwards pushes out his hips until I'm up on my toes feeling properly
dominated. God, this feels good. My cock's a hard rock tube up against  my
belly, achingly stretched. Sonny's boner almost feels like Ryan's. He moves  his
hips foreword and I drop back onto my feet gasping and thinking  that
Jesse's a fool if he doesn't like this. Sonny makes a hissing sound  withdrawing
that big boner of his until the swollen head is pulling back the  lips of my
asshole. I hold my breath waiting for it to drive up my ass again.  Sonny
roughly pulls my head back tighter against his shoulder, he waits two
seconds and then, "Slap!' it goes in so fast the first note of males fucking
rings out in the basement.


Sonny grinds his hips grunting, and then it's, "Slap, slap,  slap, slap,
slap," sounds ringing in my ears as he fucks my ass hard and fast,  just the
way I like it. He has my head pulled so far back on his shoulder I'm  almost
looking at the ceiling. His 'Sonny scent' is very sexy and his great  boner
has my prostate smoldering hot with sexual sensations. My anus sizzles and
my body starts shuddering as exquisite twitching starts up on my hard cock.
That  gets my boner moving away from my body tightening to an impossible
degree.  Sonny's stopped talking in favor of moaning, "Oooh," with each fast
hard  rhythmic thrust up my ass that continues for two, three, four minutes
until my  rectum is all I can think about. The sexual pleasure has me dreamy,
my eyes  closed and my body limp absorbing the most intense pleasure I know
of. "Slap,  slap, slap, slap," sounds with Sonny's scent in my head, his
moist breath  on the side of my face as he grunts with each hard fast thrust up
my ass.  My orgasm is coming on me fast now and I'm squirming in Sonny's
grasp humping my  hips, then my body's stiffens, then there's my involuntary
embarrassing squeal  as pinpoints of light go off in my head and a stream of
cum shoots in an arc  from my cock causing an extra hard body shudder.
Another stream of creamy cum  shoots out with me moaning, "Ah, ah, ah." It all
happens so fast, like two  seconds from the time my body stiffens to the last
shots of spunk. Two  incredible seconds of otherworldly intense pleasure.
Sizzling sensations linger  from the last cum shot. Sonny shudders too, humps
a few  more erratic thrusts in my ass, and his  cock pulls out with the wet
head sliding across my right butt cheek. I'm  stroking my boner shooting
three more little spurts of creamy cum. Gasping and  bending over with my hands
on my knees as  indescribable, almost painful  sensation of climax spreads
quickly, like a flash of light, from my rectum to my  groin and up my belly
and then fades away leaving me in a pleasant daze.  Sonny grabs my hips and
bumps his cock head desperately near my asshole  then he hits it just right
and shoves his cock back up my ass to pound away as I  gasp, gulping in
oxygen feeling spent, but really good.


My body jostles around like a rag doll with Sonny  partially holding me up
as he continues pounding his boner back and forth in my  ass. He's groaning
now, his crotch flat against my buttocks humping. I feel  his climax explode
inside me as there's a split second of extra warmth and then  it's wet and
sloppy. He does another hump and I suppose more of his jism fires  into my
bowels before he's just leaning against me breathing noisily.The entire  sex
act couldn't have taken more than four or five minutes, but it seemed even
faster than that. Fucking out the first orgasm of the day never lasts long
enough. Damn that was hot though. Sonny's does a few lazy trips back and
forth in my sloppy rectum and then backs up pulling his cock out of my  ass
leaving it wide open back there with the cooler air in the room filing  the
void left by his hot cock. I straighten up marveling again at the  magic of
orgasms. This was a really good one, and with only a touch of the  sub/dom
effect to help it along. Maybe it was the newness of Sonny's cock and  scent.
It's been at least ten months since his cock was last inside me. Nice  fuck
from the kid. Taking a deep breath, I go, "Hot fuck, Sonny. Felt good,
dude." His chest is expanding for another deep breath as he grins, saying,
"First fuck for me in over three weeks." Oh, I guess Jesse is a reluctant  sex
buddy. I ask, "Nothing from your idol, Ray?" He's shaking his head, grinning
again, mumbling, "I may have exaggerated my relationship with Ray just a
bit. Ha  ha, it's been like over five months since Ray fucked me last. And he
is not my fucking idol. I told you I was just breaking your balls because you
used  to be his boyfriend."


Wiping my ass with a paper towel, I mutter, "Stop reminding me  of that."
He strokes his cock, then looks at his hand, grins and says, "Ouu,  yucky."
As I'm pulling up my shorts Sonny goes in the half bath to wash his  hands
and maybe his dick. He's all smiles with his cargo shorts up when he comes
out, saying, "Damn it's good having you back in town. Today was an awesome day
 for me, Dylan. Life is weird sometimes. Like, if Jesse hadn't wanted a
J&J's  sub I never would have run into you today. You wouldn't have called me,
would  you?" I go, "I don't know, maybe if I got desperate enough." He
chuckles,  mumbling, "Fuck you too." We walk outside and smoke a cigarette with
Sonny  sitting on his bike and being very appreciative of the haircut  and
everything else we did the last couple of hours. He can be a brat and  a ball
buster but underneath that he's a sweet kid. As I step on my  cigarette
butt, I ask, "You really going to Ray's for a cook-out tomorrow  night?" He
says, "Yeah, that part's true. I only lied about ninety percent of  the time
when I spoke about your ex-boyfriend." I go, "Goddammit, Sonny, I  told you not
to remind me of that!" He laughs, and I ask, "Does the ten  percent
truthful part of what you said include getting this haircut to  suck up to Ray?" He
goes, "Yeah, I want him to fuck me 'cause he's the only one  I know who's
gay and macho enough that I'll let fuck me. Except for the random  occasional
times I can talk Jesse into it, I'm not getting any sex at all. Today  was
a ginormous relief in that regard."


He finally takes off after asking me to come to the Dairy  Queen tonight
and he'll give me a free cone. As he's just about to make the turn  onto the
street, he yells, "I'll try talking Ray into inviting you to his  cook-out
tomorrow night." I yell after him, "Don't you dare mention me or we  won't do
this again." I hear him laughing as he goes around the bend and out of
sight. Huh, not a bad couple of hours with Sonny. One thing's for sure...  I'm
not in Marietta anymore.



to be continues...      Donny Mumford    thinat29@yahoo.com
donnymumford@outlook.com




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Donny  Mumford



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