Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2007 13:41:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jimmy & Donny: THE "FETISH SCREW" & THE EARLY TIMES TOO  Part 1

I was in one of my early morning college class working
hard on an interesting topic.  The college professor
was droning on about something or other and his voice
would break my concentration from time to time, but I
persevered.  My objective was to compile a complete
list of things that gave me a boner.  The 'boner' list
I'd put together so far was fairly long, but I was
sure there were other things to add.

My favorites on the partial list included the numerous
ways that my boyfriend   (of three years this April,
2006)  can give me a boner and these are non-touching
ways to a boner.  Another obvious way of getting a
boner  is  looking at the hot boy models from the
large  number of twinks sites available on the WWW
including my personal favorite..  boys4boys.org.uk
..... They give me many, many happy boners.   My
boyfriend and me turned 20 years old in September 2005
so I pretty much am mostly interested in twinks and
younger boys (please don't tell on me...I won't touch!
 unless I get the chance to).  I can get a great boner
reading erotic stories when my boring college studies
and my part time job allow me the time.    And EMs
from a few of my EM  buds who type hot sex  about
their life or stuff they make up about pretend sex
...........I get  boners from that too.    Also when I
write about my real experiences I get turned on all
over again.  It's fun to re-live our fun and games sex
 and our true-love sex  too.    Boners...boners...and
more boners...

 A living, real hot & cute boy walking by me in the
street or bagging groceries in the super market, can
take me by surprise with their twinkness and/or beauty
and cause me to spring a boner.  Real live wicked cute
boys are  rare, but when I spot one...well, I just
enjoy the view and smile at the  boner that pops up...
  There are a lot of times that nothing is happening,
boner-wise, so I can bring one on myself by
remembering  a hot pic or a hot boy  or the same for a
sexy story I recall or I can make up a situation in my
head involving the boy sitting across from me in
class, for example, and that will result in me
springing a boner.  Be resourceful and a boner will
appear.

Once when I was getting a high school physical  (age
15 or 16) I asked the doctor if it was unhealthy to
have a lot of erections.  He asked how many was a lot
and I told him about a dozen.  What I didn't specify
was the time frame for this dozen boners, which
covered the period during the classes BEFORE lunch.
Of course,  add a few boners  during lunch and start
counting them again after lunch.  He said it was
highly unlikely that I'd have a dozen different
erections in a single day, but if I did it wasn't
necessarily unhealthy.  Looking back on it I guess he
was feeling uncomfortable discussing this with me
because curiosity alone should have made him  ask what
it was that gave me all these erections.     What
indeed?

Well, there's a bus ride...I get one there and in
other ways too,  but what made me think of this topic
in the first place  is that I have a way of getting a
boner that is unusual.   It's a totally  subconscious
thing because I can't control it.  I've  had what I
think qualifies as a fetish.  A haircut fetish, if you
can believe that.   This first appeared when I was
about eleven years old.  It started to occur to me
that getting a haircut, watching some other boy get a
haircut or just looking at a boy with a recent, short
haircut would sometimes give me a hard, tight boner.


Now, I'm perfectly aware how odd this is, but that
doesn't change the fact that it's there.  Another odd
aspect of this fetish is that the person getting the
haircut has to be about my own age or it has no effect
on me.    Only boys about my age or younger...hell,
I'm  not in charge of making the rules for this fetish
(and I don't know who is) but that's simply the way it
is.         Weird, no?

I remember asking my best friend JB when we were both
11 years old about the cool feeling of getting a boner
during a haircut.   JB said "What the FUCK are you
talking about , Donny?"  Hmmmmm?  Was he just breaking
my balls or was he serious?  I tried once more another
time and got the same response more or less so I
figured ...... 'whoa' drop this topic fast.  It must
be just me.'

I  added this to my  list of " BIZARRE THINGS IN MY
LIFE "..... This became the third  MAJOR item on the
list;  there were lots of minor ones.   the first of
the three major ones:

(#1) happened when I was six years old (for reasons
I've explained in earlier stories) my twelve year old
half brother was PUT IN CHARGE OF RAISING ME and he
spanked me regularly and without mercy.  He started
spanking me when I was six years old and he hasn't
really stopped yet.  Well,  the last one I got was
April of 2005 when I was 19.  I am  sure this was not
something that happens to very many other boys.

(#2)   at around age ten I just knew I was gay.  Seems
like a mighty young age to "know" you're gay, but I
can remember laying in bed and going over it and over
it:  my conclusion was:
I really liked boys and wanted to kiss and hug with
them.  That was my fantasy.  To kiss and cuddle with a
boy; not blow one or get blown or anything else.  It
started with just the desire to make-out with a
boy......  I didn't think there was another gay boy in
the little hick town I lived in and so I felt alone in
my gayness!

(#3) .... at age eleven I discover that getting a
haircut gives me a boner and  can make me cum a few
drops in my pants (a few drops at age 11; much more as
I got older) ........... I had to believe that I'm
also the only boy in my little hick town who has this
happen to him.

SO THE QUESTION:      WHY ME ????

WELL, DUH???  I"m not sure about any of them really,
but here is my guess about the haircut thing:
Looking back and with no facts to back me up, just
intuition...I think maybe my half brother, Scott,
spanked  me into having a submissive nature and that
getting a haircut is a submissive act in my
subconscious mind.  So it turns me on?  I don't know
really.  Frankly, I have a lot of issues as a result
of the way I was treated growing up and I have plans
to seek help from  a psychiatrist or psychologist,
which ever is appropriate, after college (when I get a
job and can pay them).  Perhaps they will be able to
explain the haircut fetish along with treating some
other issues.  In the meantime,  I'm functioning
pretty  well with the help and support of my best
friend JB and my boy friend Jimmy.

 Just as an update, very recently the approach that my
half brother Scott and the rest of my family have
adopted towards me can only be viewed as conciliatory.
    This is totally and unbelievably out of character
for this group and it was an over night transformation
too!!  This led me to speculate  (as described in my
last story)   that perhaps aliens from a star far, far
away have taken over my families' bodies and forced
them to  "act human" ... irony can be fun!   The
aliens theory is still the best one I can come up
with.   No matter, I'm very grateful for the change
whatever the cause.

Anyway, I don't mind getting a boner when I get a
haircut because I'm a big fan of boners.  And not just
mine either. But the haircuts created a little mess
down below when they began causing me to shoot a load
in my pants (as I started doing occasionally at age 12
or 13)..   In anticipation of the cum-in-my-pants
possibility,  on a haircut day, I began wearing jockey
underpants with  tissues folded up in front to absorb
the  cum.  So I adjusted to this development,  but I
wish I could have felt I wasn't the only boy alive
with this unusual propensity.  My half brother was
very controlling of me and one of the things he
insisted on was I get a haircut every three weeks.  I
didn't fight him on this (or anything else for that
matter) because I liked the boners in this case,  but
also I didn't want to get a spanking in any  case.

Obviously no one knew about my fetish and I didn't
even know it was a "fetish" for years.  Every third
Saturday Scott and I went for our haircuts  and the
barber would ask Scott "Same for Donny?" and Scott
would say "yeah, close on the sides, Leo."  This was
cruel treatment for a kid  approaching his  teenage
years and caused snickering among other kids who were
in the barber shop.  I remember thinking  "You fucks
better be careful or I'll tell JB you made fun of me
and you're ass is going to be kicked all over that
parking lot!!"  But I never did tell JB because the
entire scene was too embarrassing to talk about, I
just fantasized about telling on them ....

 At age 15 or so Scott let me go alone to get my
haircut,  but he made sure he'd left instructions so
the barber never asked me how I wanted my hair  cut,
he just cut it the same way ( regular boy's special)
 no matter what age I got to be.  That was the
instruction left by Scott.  Our little hick town had
just the one barber shop. Every year sometime in the
late spring or early summer when Scott would leave
instructions with Leo that my next haircut should be
the summer buzz cut.  I didn't know when it was coming
exactly so when I sat down  and all of a sudden the
barber runs the clippers from my forehead to the back
of my head I knew it was summer haircut time and also
time to shoot a long stream of cum in my pants.

On those occasions I had better have the tissues in my
underwear or there is going to be a BIG wet spot on
the front of my pants. The difficult part as I got
older and the orgasm got stronger was to try to
control the squirming and to keep the moan I made
during  my ejaculations as quiet as I could manage. I
usually turned the moan into a rough cough.     It
took a lot of concentration which detracted some from
the climax...but not too much!

Now, if I had had a computer, say when I was 12 or 13
like most kids I knew did,  I would have been
reassured that there were tons of  gay boys in the
world.   Also I would see that I wasn't the only
person who had a haircut fetish.  I would have
discovered that my haircut fetish was  MILD compared
to some of the stuff on the Internet.  I would have
found out that in addition to not being the only gay
boy in the world,   there was  a whole world of
beautiful gay 'boy models' all over the WWW for me to
ogle over.   BUT,  I did not have a computer.
Computers had passed my brother, Scott, by and he
simply didn't know anything about them and I did not
ever nag him for anything.  I knew better.

Scott's father heard me politely mentioning that a PC
to use in college was sort of a necessity.   I
suggested quietly to Scott that it would make a
wonderful graduation present.   Scott's father
interrupted us and said  "Jesus Christ,  Scott, you
didn't get Donny a computer yet?  He must be the only
kid in school without one."  It went something like
that.  So  I got my first PC when I graduated High
School.  I was exposed to personal computers in high
school of course,  but you can't do much surfing
there.....

Aside from liking the boner that a haircut caused, the
idea of a haircut fetish was somewhat disturbing to me
because I kind of felt like a freak.  Who cums in
their pants getting a haircut?   At that time I had no
idea of the  huge number of fetish possibilities that
I DIDN'T HAVE....OMG there are hundreds of fetishes
and some are well known and some are not   Now I know
some of them, but back then I didn't even know what a
fetish was and so I couldn't appreciate how innocuous
this little fetish is.  I still don't know very much
about fetishes really, just that the only one I seem
to have  is the haircut one.  Except for my guess
about it being a submissive thing it's still really
all a big mystery to me right up to  this very day!!!
It occurs to me that maybe being 'submissive' is a
fetish and if so I have that fetish too, not just the
haircut one....

I was embarrassed to talk about my haircut fetish and
the other two items  on my  "BIZARRE THINGS ABOUT MY
LIFE" list until I began communicating with other guys
my age on the WWW.  I'd just got my computer and
during my Freshman year at college I began to exchange
some of my life experiences with a few other kids my
age on line.  It was much easier typing these
humiliating experiences than saying the same stuff out
loud to someone.   I eventually joined a gay story
group called, surprisingly enough,  A-Gay-Story-Group.
 I began writing these true life experiences and
posting them as "stories" in the hope that the whole
process might act as some sort of a catharsis and
maybe help improve my overall mental outlook.

Initially my boyfriend, Jimmy,   was against this
idea.   But, once he realized that it was proving to
be  very therapeutic for me and reduced the depression
bouts and crying jags I previously experienced he
dropped his objection.    It seems that writing out
the stuff about my childhood...the spankings and
humiliations and so-forth enables me to look at it all
in a different light.  When written out it doesn't
seem to be as bad as the 'monstrosity' it seemed to be
to me when I kept it all in my head.   Writing it out
helps me get things in proportion.  It helps me
recognize that a large portion of my life consisted of
the  normal ups and downs that most kids my age
experienced.

There was the very disturbing initial two years with
Scott when I was six and seven years old and trying to
understand how my life had changed.  There wasn't much
good going on then, but once I understood that Scott
was totally in charge of me then things stabilized and
it's accurate to say that a lot of my day-to-day life
became almost normal.   The parts that weren't normal
were basically inexcusably harsh  and maybe criminal
in some instances, but never in a sexual way.  All of
that considered, my goal now is to get past it, move
on and be as mentally healthy as I can be.   Also,
while writing these stories it's great fun to relive
the sexy parts with Jimmy.   I include our happy sex
life for entertainment value and so, in our old age,
Jimmy and I can read them and maybe still be able to
get a boner or at the very least remember when we
could......

Scott's father is a career Army Sargent.  He's in
charge of an armory that accommodates various Army and
National Guard Reserve units.  He cleared out a lot of
stuff from that armory one time and one of the things
he brought home was professional barber tools.
Clippers, scissors etc.  They fascinated me and just
holding them and turning on the clippers gave me
little woodies.

So at some point when I was around 15 years old or so
I talked JB into letting me give him a haircut and it
turned-out that I was a natural at it.   From that
very first haircut the results looked great.  I don't
know how I knew how to do it,  it just seemed obvious
to me.  JB cared about his appearance, he's always
been extremely interested in the opposite sex and he
felt a cool appearance was an asset in that regard. He
checked-out the haircut and was incredulous.  In JB's
opinion it looked very professional and a little extra
"kewl'.  So, somehow, for some obscure reason I can
cut hair.  That's about what I had going for me.
Plus, one more way to get a boner.. I discovered I get
a boner from cutting a young guy's hair too.

JB has always been the untitled leader of our little
group of seven boys.  His father owns a auto repair
garage and we had a storage shed that was attached to
this garage for our head quarters, meeting spot...club
house;  we called it different things when we were
different ages.  This is where we'd hang out when
there wasn't any sports oriented thing going on.  It
was really used the most during the summer and on
weekends the year round.  After JB's haircut the other
guys let me give them haircuts too.  They didn't
really mind because they got the money from home for
their haircut , I cut their hair and they kept the
money.  The parents were not in the loop at all  and
of course  I didn't charge my buds anything.

My haircutting was so good right from the start that
their parents thought their kid  was still going to
the barber shop.  They SHOULD have thought that the
barber finally had learned how to give a good haircut,
 but apparently they weren't that astute.   My little
revenge against that butcher who called himself a
barber (Leo and later, his son Little Leo)......he
lost out on about $2300 during  the almost three years
I gave my buddies haircuts  ha ha.         Fuck you,
Leo.

Needless to say my buddies had no idea this was a
sexual turn on for me.  Here I was a gay boy with no
sexual out-let except my trusty hand and then, out of
thin air,  this haircut opportunity pops up.  WOW!!
    I got to touch the guys, not only their heads and
hair but their shoulders and necks;  pat them on their
arm or back.    It might seem a small thing now but
then it was AWESOME!  They thought I was a prodigy
with hair cutting like Mozart was with  music....(I
feel to this day that the boys had come up with a very
appropriate comparison there....me and Mozart  ha ha
ha)  None of us could understand how I knew how to do
it so well...I still don't know..... but what can I
say?

Anyway, this haircutting thing had been  going on for
quite a while when something came along and topped the
hair cutting by a million miles.  At age 17 1/2  Jimmy
came by my locker in school and asked me to walk home
with him instead of taking the school bus.  This was
the walk when he said he wanted to tell me something,
but I had to promise to keep it a secret.  He was one
of the last kids at school I would have thought was
gay,  but he was and he told me so.   He thought he'd
detected a possible gay action on my part.   I would
stare at certain boys on the bus.   He also noticed
that I usually sat one row behind and on the aisle to
stare at Tim.  I was attracted to this boy's looks.
The cutest kid in our school, in my opinion, was
Tyler.  He was one of the kids who hung-out with JB
and me so I got to give him haircuts which had me on
the verge of spunking in my pants any number of times.

 Even before the haircuts started I was fantasizing
about Tyler.   He was number one on my hit parade when
I did my numerous jerk off sessions each day.  Tyler
had his own car and didn't take the school bus, so I
stared at Tim instead.   Boy watching has been my
primary hobby from age eleven or there abouts.  Jimmy
caught me staring and
 I was surprised about that.  I thought I had
perfected techniques to allow me to stare without
being detected.  I'd give myself headaches looking at
Tim obliquely thinking if I stared that way no one
could tell I was looking at him.

  I also perfected my glazed look that was suppose to
indicate I was deep in a fog , looking at nothing.  I
was, in fact,  staring at Tim,  but thought I was
fooling everyone. During all this staring I fantasize
about making out with him or giving him a haircut or
hugging, feeling him up ...stuff like that.   None of
this fooled Jimmy though and BOY AM I GLAD OF THAT!!.
My staring at the cute boys is what got Jimmy to
approach me.    I confessed to believing I was  gay
too, but had to admit that I'd never been with another
boy for sex of any kind.  Jimmy said "I'll take care
of that real quick."  And he did too.

Jimmy was not in JB's posse.  Jimmy hung out with kids
from his classes at school.  I knew him, but not well
and I was never in one of his classes because he is a
real smart kid and in all A1 classes.  My classes
started with a higher letter.  Not knowing him very
well I didn't mention anything about my haircutting
skills and the first time I gave Jimmy a haircut was a
year and a half later,  during the first night we
spent together in the apartment we had for college.
That led to the  "fetish fuck"  which is cuming up a
little later.  Anyway,  back then Jimmy and I agreed
to be 'jerk-off' buddies and we had the right place to
have fun in too.  My bedroom was available for about
two hours every week day.  That's the place we ran to
that first afternoon,  with my heart beating fast from
excitement and nervousness in equal parts.

In earlier stories I've described Jimmy's
full-body-contact jerk-off lessons.  From the first
minute together neither Jimmy nor I were the least bit
shy.  We got undressed in front of each other within
five minutes of getting to my room.  I'd done
everything so many times in my fantasies that I was
primed and ready to go.  It's just that I was shocked
at how much better everything was in real life than it
was in my fantasies.  You'd usually expect the
opposite to be true, but it wasn't for me.

The thrill of touching a real live boy for the first
time,  with both of us naked is something I'll never
forget. The silkiness of Jimmy's skin and the
pleasant, somehow sexy way he smelled had me dizzy
with pleasure.  He barely touched my cock that first
afternoon and I shot what was, up till then, the
biggest load of my life.  The sensations that first
day were really too much for me to handle all at once.
 Jimmy was somewhat callous in our early sessions and
didn't really warm up to me for quite a long time.  He
was the expert at gay boy sex because he'd had two
years experience with his cousin who was two years
older than Jimmy.

The cousin graduated high school and joined the Coast
Guards leaving Jimmy without a gay playmate the
beginning of our Junior year.  Jimmy began the search
for a replacement immediately, but he took months
finding me.  He told me later he wasn't real crazy
about  me.  He thought I was too 'silly'.  I think he
meant he didn't appreciate my humor.   I was and still
am immature for my age.   He was still willing to
share some sex with me though because I was the only
'game' in town that he knew about.  He was the only
one I knew about too.

Our early days were all about different ways of
jerking each other off.  Always completely naked and
with as much of our naked bodies touching each other
as possible.  These have been described in other
stories and I must say I still haven't heard of any
better jerk off positions then the ones Jimmy and his
cousin came up with.
 I had an enormous crush on Jimmy almost from the
start and I tried to talk him into kissing, but he
would have none of that.  "That's too gay!!!"  Him and
his cousin never did it and we weren't going to
either.

Jimmy most definitely did not have a crush on me.  It
was sex and discussing sex for two hours and then that
was it for interaction between us.  It was all about
getting "off" as far as Jimmy was concerned.  I'd get,
at most,  a nod in the hallway at school from him.  My
buds wanted to know what I was doing after school
lately and I told them the story Jimmy had come up
with about him tutoring me in math.  "Bummer!" is what
my buds said...they felt sorry for me...

I tried every thing I could think of to get on Jimmy's
good side and he warmed up a little after a month or
so.  He asked me, after we'd been jerking each other
off for 6 or 7 weeks,  if I ever thought about licking
another boy's dick.  In truth I wanted to say "just
about every other couple of  minutes",  but I didn't
because he'd thrown me off earlier with the remark
about kissing being too gay!  So,  what would he think
about sucking cock?  I said "Did you ever do it?" and
Jimmy explained that his cousin and him had done it a
couple times  I thought, right....   probably closer
to a couple hundred times, but I wasn't going to
challenge Jimmy when we're finally making progress.

 Ironically I was the one for the first six weeks or
so who didn't want to do anything except  jerking each
other off because I stupidly didn't think it was
possible for anything to feel as good as the
full-body-contact jerk-offs, and certainly nothing
could be better. Jimmy had me cuming harder than I
thought was possible with the jerking off..... But
HA!,   did I find out!

I told Jimy that if he had already tried licking his
cousin's dick and he thought it was pretty cool, we
should try it too.   With that Jimmy started my blow
job training.  Believe it or not it was more fun than
high school... yeah, quite a number of times more
fun!!!  I took to sucking cock like a hobo takes to a
ham sandwich.  We were facing each other laying on our
sides in my bed after one of our jerk off maneuvers
and Jimmy says  why don't I move on down and lick the
head of his dick.  I did a phony hesitation then
slowly squirm down the bed so my face was level with
his dick.  Boy did it look nice so close up.  I loved
his pubes right from the first time I saw them.  Jimmy
doesn't have regular pubes like mine.  His are curly
like mine, but softer.  The texture is more like the
hair on his head then the normal pubes I saw on every
other guy I ogled in the showers at school.

By this time I was very use to Jimmy's smell which I'd
become addicted to.   I leaned in and  licked the head
of his soft cock and there was a very minor taste
which I hoped was a drop  of cum from our last jerk
off.   "Lick it some more Donny, I have a feeling
you'll like it."   And Jimmy was right, I did like it.
 I rested my hand right in his pubes at the base of
his cock and holding his cock in my fist I licked
across the cock head numerous times and felt his cock
firming up inside my fist.  What a cool feeling to
know I caused Jimmy's cock to get hard.  I licked some
more and he instructed me how to suck it without
touching it with my teeth.  I had no problem with that
move either and did I ever enjoy sucking that cock!
Shortly  it got as hard as it ever got during a jerk
off.  My dick started to get hard too and this new
type of double stimulation was exciting, very
exciting.

I sucked and licked with Jimmy telling me what felt
best.   After about 15 minutes or I began to feel as
though I was going to cum.  I told Jimmy and he was
surprised because I wasn't jerking myself off at all.
I'd  just gotten really turned on from sucking his
cock.  He said I should try to get him to cum before I
came so I  began concentrating on jerking him off
while I was sucking the head of his cock.  I licked
and sucked and fisted that boner of his and he started
squirming and rubbing my hair grunting.".that's it
...yeah just like that".

In short order I felt a few sprayed drops blow out the
pee hole right in my mouth and I pulled it out of my
mouth sucking on it all the way out and Jimmy yells
"OHHHHHH" and lets loose a nice stream of cum right in
my face with some splattering in my mouth.  His
bucking pulled his cock out of my fist and Jimmy took
hold of his boner to stroke it his own  special way..
 I used my fist to jerk on my own cock and it didn't
take much till I shot a big stream of cum on the bed.
Jesus, I was squealing and yipping  and squeezing my
boner tight to get the cum moving up and out.  I was
in my own little world for a moment.

Jimmy was continuing to take care of his really nice
looking cock too.  Shortly we both had big smiles on
our faces and it's the first time I sensed a warm
camaraderie feeling from Jimmy.  I reached over to
touch his arm.  He just nodded his head, looking in my
eyes and smiled some more.  A  friendship was starting
and I thought,  about fooking time too.

We didn't forget about the different jerk off
procedures, but oral sex definitely was our primary
sex act for months.  I couldn't get enough.  Jimmy
sucked me off regularly too and he could take my cock
head in his throat which drove me wild.  His cousin
had insisted on the deep throat and within that
two-some, the cousin was in charge.  With Jimmy and
me, of course Jimmy was in charge.  He'd gotten
promoted.  We both swallowed cum right from the start
and as our friendship grew  all the sex got hotter and
hotter.

I was full blown in love with him by now and Jimmy's
feelings for me had moved all the way up to  'he liked
me OK'.    Progress!!    We talked like buddies in
between our sex now and he took an interest in my
school work and helped me pull up a couple of my
grades.  My half brother Scott has always admired
Jimmy because he'd see Jimmy's name in our hick town
weekly newspaper for winning one award or the other in
school from middle school up through high school etc.
  And, also,  Jimmy wasn't JB!   This was a huge point
in his favor as far as Scott was concerned.  Scott
wanted me to see as little of JB as possible and with
Jimmy entering the picture everything  worked out
great from Scott's point of view.   It looked to Scott
like I was following his instructions to hang out with
someone other than JB (who was and is straight as an
arrow but who I love like an identical twin brother)

Speaking of Scott.......the spankings were fairly rare
during this period, but not eliminated by a long shot.
 When I was seventeen every 8 to 10 weeks or so  I
would have bruises on my ass and the back of my thighs
 from a brutal spanking.  Scott would write me notes
to excuse me from gym class when the bruising on my
ass was too pronounced.    I told Jimmy the minimum I
could get away with about Scott's spankings because it
was very humiliating discussing being spanked at age
17, but he saw me naked four or five days a week so I
had to admit to it.

My other buddies knew I was punished hard, but I used
the term "beat me up" as in Scott beat me up for
coming home late last night.  I did not say the word
'spanking',  but that's what they were.  Me standing
in the basement, bare ass with Scott holding me around
the shoulder with one arm  and walloping away with the
palm of the open hand of his other arm. Me 5'7" and
120 pounds and Scott 6'2" and 220 pounds, maybe more
by then.

Jimmy and I discussed the spankings very little.  They
were just a fact of my life and we concentrated on
something we could control like a good, long blow job
or a full-body-contact-jerk-off,  stuff like that.  As
our cock sucking developed Jimmy surprised me one day
by pushing on my bum hole for a while with a
spit-lubed finger and then pushing it in me.  WOW was
that unexpected and I didn't know if I liked it at
first,  but it started to turn me on and my cock just
exploded.  It was a thrilling new addition and we
began finger fucking each other even when we weren't
sucking each others' cocks.

For example,  Jimmy would squirm his hand under my ass
as we lay on my bed recovering from one kind of sex or
another and in would go a finger.  I wiggled around on
it and before long it was up as far as it could go.
We did a lot of finger fucking while jerking each
other off and during blow jobs. It was such a rush to
be that deep into Jimmy's body and to see how hot he
got and knowing it was me that  caused him to get that
hot!!


During the second half of our senior year, as we were
undressing in my bedroom after school, Jimmy ask me if
I'd ever thought of fucking another boy.  This was an
area that scared me because I just couldn't see how it
would be anything but painful for the one getting
fucked. We'd had a lot of finger fucking fun, but our
cocks were bigger than our fingers and even the finger
felt tight. It might be hot for the one doing the
fucking, but there was still that troubling issue
of....well,  that's where  shit comes out and how far
up there was the shit anyway?

So I'd never fantasized about fucking.  The boys in
our town called it 'cornholing'.  I don't know how
'cornhole' got to mean anal sex but it did in our
town.  And when you were joking around with your bud
you might call him a 'cornholer'.  Just like we'd call
each other 'homos'. For example,  JB might say in
response to someones' smart ass remark "Hey, blow me!"
and the other kid would respond "you wish!!  you
cornholer"  or someone would ask  "what do you homos
want to do this afternoon?"...It's the way we talked.
None of us took it seriously.  In any case, I'd
eliminated the cornholing from my gay fantasy stuff...
I thought maybe much older gay people did that.  I was
not progressive in my thinking in those days.

So I told Jimmy "no, I hadn't given cornholing any
serious consideration at all".  It wasn't something I
could see myself doing.  Jimmy was stuck on the
subject though and without pushing too hard continued
to bring it up.  He mentioned how  his  first reaction
when his cousin  brought it up was just like mine.  He
had to admit though that his cousin had been right,
boy screwing was wicked cool and felt great for both
guys.  This went on for a couple days and one Friday I
had a counter offer.  I said I'd try it... ..I'd let
Jimmy fuck me if he'd try kissing.  "No way am I
kissing another guy" and Jimmy was emphatic!  "OK,
then no cornholing!" was my retort.  Hmmmmm... I knew
Jimmy was hot to get the screwing going so I held out
for the kissing and he came around like I  knew he
would.  We were getting to know each other pretty well
by now.  It was less than two months to go until our
first anniversary.

"First some kissing" I insisted; "because when was the
last time somebody got fucked without kissing?"
"The last time I got fucked"   Jimmy muttered, because
he and his cousin never kissed once in there entire
two years together.  But,  Jimmy knew he was going to
have to do the kissing before he could do the fucking.
  He swore there was no way he was going to enjoy
this, "but let's get it over with".

We were finished undressing by now so I walked right
up to him and put my arm around his neck and put my
lips on his lips and left them there.  Jimmy wouldn't
kiss back, but I kept puckering my lips on his and he
blurted out a laugh.  He said he felt stupid and this
wouldn't work.  I said it better work or no boy cunt
for you.  I said it like the soup Nazi on Seinfeld
says "no soup for you!"   We both loosened up a little
 and Jimmy prepared for another attack on his lips.
This time I kissed his lips and then I kissed both
cheeks.  Then little kisses at each end of his mouth.
I was trying to get him use to it.  I did it a couple
of times then told Jimmy he had to kiss me back......
I tried the little lip kiss and he kissed back and I
knew I was going to love kissing him BIG TIME!!
"Again, with feeling" I said and we kissed a real
honest to god kiss, followed by another one.  I kissed
him much more than he kissed me at first,  but I could
sense he was coming around to the kissing and he
started to initiate some of it.

We were just doing regular lips kissing for a while
there.  And then we did a longer kiss, kind of held
one and we tried them for a while until my tongue
slipped into his mouth and I groaned  with pleasure as
my boner went up.  Jimmy's mouth was so perfect and
his saliva was so juicy I couldn't get enough.  Jimmy
got right into the french kissing and he moved in
closer to me and put his arm around my shoulder and we
were definitely doing mutual kissing now. I needed to
breath some air in because I simply had stopped
breathing.

Jimmy and me stepped apart and took a couple of deep
breaths as we looked at each other.  "Well I'll be god
damned, that's is so fucking hot" Jimmy said,  while I
just grinned from ear to ear and shook my head in
agreement.  "I knew it would be even though you're the
first boy I ever kissed " I told him.  Then I added
"I've kissed a thousand boys in my dreams though....
and you and I kissed just like I kiss in my dreams".
Maybe I'm a natural at this too....

Making out with another boy was my dreamed of
'adolescent gay paradise'.   Jimmy and I went back at
it and all too soon I tried to pull away to keep from
shooting cum all over us,  but I wasn't quick enough
and I shot a stream of cum up between our bodies and
squealed into Jimmy's face with each follow up spurt.
Our hearts were thumping and our faces and lips were
bright red and shiny with saliva ...the deep breaths
followed one after the other.  I looked down to see a
drop of pre cum on Jimmy's boner, a little smile on my
lips when I looked back up to his face  with his
long-lashed eyes sparkling,  as usual.  He looked
beautiful to me and the after affect of my climax was
like a weird second or two of dead silence.   I
dreamily thought  "I can hear the blood ticking in my
head...."   and then I was back in the moment with
Jimmy in our real world and all the sounds that go
with that.

That was the first of the many. many times that  Jimmy
has made me cum just from a hot make-out.  I looked at
him and then down at our  cum-covered chests and
stomachs and said "holy shit!".  He nodded his head
and we sat close together on my bed and  laid back on
it our sides still touching and Jimmy's arm went under
my neck.  Real affection at last.  He's easy, it only
took me just short of a year to get some affection out
of him and it was the kissing!!  I knew it was going
to be the kissing  all along.  After a few minutes I
helped Jimmy get his load off and it shot straight up
and then gravity brought it back down to mix on his
stomach with my cum from the make-out climax.
We were having some fun now!!!!

In the weeks that followed we developed our kissing
technique and  it seemed natural to add some
'licking' and we both got into that right away too.
When I see the pics of boy models kissing now in the
gay boy groups, I marvel at the fact that  Jimmy's and
my kissing evolved over time to be just like the boy
models kiss.  It must be a natural gay way to kiss.
I've never seen a movie where two straights ( a man
and a woman naturally) kiss like we do it.  Hey, maybe
they do and I just haven't seen the right movie.  I
know for sure that a straight love story isn't going
to get me to go to the movies!!  So maybe I just
missed it.

"That was one of the most surprising things that's
ever happened to me, Donny"   Jimmy told me quietly
that first kiss day.  He had honestly thought he would
hate kissing,  but instead he loved it almost from the
beginning.  He said he'd been  wondering for sometime
if he was Bi or maybe even straight and just having
some boy sex fun.  He'd  read  where that sort of
thing is prevalent in the English boys' boarding
schools. But now with the kissing he has to admit to
himself, "I really am  gay".

 I was completely taking by surprise to hear this
because he told me he was gay way back when...   So I
said "I thought you were gay from the start." and he
explained  that because we were going to be doing gay
sex he'd just told me he was gay,  but he had
questions about how long his interest in boys would
last etc.  I thought to myself.   'What bull shit!..
This is supposedly the smartest kid in our school and
he hasn't figured out he's gay yet?  After two years
with his cousin and all this time with me?  He can't
figure it out until I kiss him??   Jesus Christ, maybe
 I better have somebody check that homework he did for
me before I turn it in.'    I thought that,  but  I
didn't  say it. Not when things were really going my
way at last!!

What the hell;  people tell themselves many lies and
rationalize lots of things and I felt good it was my
kissing that got him to give up the bull shit and
enjoy being gay.  I loved that.    Jimmy is smart at
school stuff but not in everything,  as I found out a
number of times since I've known him and the incident
described in "The Bad Nurse Screw" was just one of
those times.  Good to know he's human....

After we rested some Jimmy said that we didn't have
enough time for our first fuck  this afternoon but how
about a sleep over.  It's Friday and he said that way
he could fuck me all night and we could sleep in on
Saturday morning.  We had been dealing with college
issues, like should we try going to the same college
etc...Jimmy was kind of lukewarm either way really;
but  the kissing which led to the fucking was the
turning point.  Jimmy who ended up doing most of the
fucking loved that role.  When he and his cousin were
together his cousin did almost all the fucking and
Jimmy didn't like being the bottom all that much.

As you'll see shortly, with Jimmy and me as the
couple, Jimmy became the 'top' about 90% of the time
and as the top man  Jimmy couldn't get enough!  After
that development, we were determined to go to the same
college and be room mates.  No fucking question about
that.  We discovered we're horny, horny gay boys who
are addicted to making out and fucking. ........
Everything else was hot, hot, hot but this took it all
the way over the top.  We got a taste of it and that
settled it.  We were not going to miss out on this!!!


So even though during the coming months it got very
confusing and stressful at times,  we were determined,
 and we finally got Scott on the same page as Jimmy's
parents  and all the arrangements were finally made.
I didn't think it was going to happen at least ten
times and I shed the tears to prove it, but somehow
Jimmy got it to work... We would be at the same
college and in the same apartment.  If the kissing had
come later we might not have had enough time to make
it happen ..I insisted on the kissing and so;  god
damnit,  I am a genius after all   (just like Mozart).

That's how it turned out but we didn't know that prior
to our first try at anal intercourse.  That day I
called Scott's cell phone and said Jimmy was helping
with a school project so would it be OK if he stayed
the night and we'd finish the project  tomorrow
morning.  No problem because Scott was a Jimmy fan.
If it involved Jimmy I usually got a 'yes'.  We walked
to Jimmy's house to inform his mom and get a few
things he'd need.  We were both kind of giddy and I
was kinda nervous too. But happy.

Scott fixed our dinner and I managed to avoid Scott's
wrath during the meal and Jimmy and I did the dishes
and clean up.  Around 7:30 Scott was off to do
something with his fiance and I knew from past
experience he didn't get done doing what ever they
were doing till 1:00 AM or so.  He'd been engaged for
almost a year at that time which was just under two
years ago from when I'm writing this......so I know
now that they didn't get married.  I got blamed for
that too.  The family gossip was that Scott had to
pass up the marriage because he didn't want to get
married until I had graduated college.  He didn't
think it would be fair to me.  WHAT UTTER BULL SHIT!!
What was best for me rarely if ever decided anything
in our house.  That really pissed me off at the time
(you can see I'm totally over it two years later)
because I heard some of the fights he and his girl
friend got into and I can assure you my name never
came up.  She was a self centered bitch just like our
(Scott's and my) mother is.  Do guys get attracted to
women who subconsciously remind them of their mother?
Does Jimmy remind me of my mother?? HA HA HA    NO HE
DOESN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mommy dearest works at the restaurant/bar from
sometime in the afternoon until 11PM, but then she
stays to smoke Marlboro Light cigarettes and drink VO
and water until she smells bad and slurs her words.
She is good looking though and everyone thinks she is
much younger than she is (she was 40 then....she had
Scott at age 16 and me at age 22).  She's also quite a
flirt I've heard and the person who told me didn't
mean it as a compliment..  Her ex-husband who divorced
her when she got pregnant with me (she screwed two
boys who were buddies the same evening and
consequently doesn't know which one is my 'daddy'...I
wanted to say that it was undoubtedly the cutest
one...ha ha ha!  Needless to say those words did not
leave my mouth). In any case,  Scott's dad moved back
in with her when I was six, but they never re-married.
 That's how I got to meet my half brother Scott who
has taken such a keen interest in me ever since. OUCH!
 OUCH! OUCH! ETC!!!

Anyway, Scott's dad isn't home this weekend of Jimmy
and my first fuck so it's just him and me till around
1:00AM.  I went looking for the monopoly game.  Not
really!    We decided to turn in early, like as soon
as Scott pulled out of the drive way.  We used the
lube that was available to us.  It's a generic brand
of unscented baby oil that my mother uses to take off
her make-up.  Just one more weird thing to add to the
list, but that's what we had.   If it had that regular
 baby lotion smell it just wouldn't do somehow, but
this had no odor at all.

Since this was our first try at fucking, as an
exception,  we by-passed the make out and went right
to step one.  Jimmy sticks his slippery finger up my
bum hole.  I'd come to like the feeling of the finger
fucks even if we were doing it after I'd just  cum,
which wasn't the case here anyway. It felt good and it
was Jimmy's finger so I liked that.  Jimmy had filled
me in on how he and his cousin had fucked the first
time and that's our only model so we followed it.
We're both naked in bed on our sides with Jimmy laying
behind me  fingering my ass.

The laying on your side method of gay boy fucking is
suppose (according to the cousin) to be the one you
want for beginners.  Like my last story when I went
for my ski lesson they started us beginners on what
they called the "bunny slope".     "Bunny slope" isn't
a name designed to get real 'men' interested in skiing
I shouldn't think,  but that's what they call it.  So
I was on the 'bunny slope' of gay boy fucking.  Jimmy
stuck his second finger in and the bunny changed
immediately into a large jack rabbit!  "WAIT!!" I
yelled "Do it slower..work it in slow!"  It felt like
he did some damage in my rectum.....

Jimmy is a patient sex partner so he took it slow.  I
felt he was trying to accommodate my concerns so I
tried not to complain that it still hurt.  In addition
to the fingers loosening up my hole Jimmy was rubbing
his cock on my ass cheeks and crack..it was a hard and
slippery feeling and of course it felt huge although I
know we're both not that big.  A tough over five
inches and average diameter. He said we should try to
put it in and I said OK.  Jimmy told me to pretend I
was trying to push out a turd.  I thought 'what a
lovely romantic thought!'... but I did what he told me
and the head of his cock was inside me just like that.


 It hurt more than the two fingers, but I was so
excited to have his cock inside my body that I didn't
pay too much attention to the ache in my rectum...and
it did ache!  Jimmy said "Fuck! This is wicked tight
Donny.  Feels great...wait till you see!"  I know he
was encouraging me by reminding me that I'd have my
turn too so I should persevere...which I intended to
do but I smiled at how subtle he was. As subtle as a
manhole cover.......

He told me we'd wait a bit and he'd push in a little
more and that's what we did,  but the pain stayed with
me and my dick was shrinking and absolutely no sexual
arousal for me so far.  He'd go in a little more and
the pain continued, but didn't get worse so that was
encouraging.  Over time we have found that the best
way for me is Jimmy pushing all the way in right away.
 It's still painful, but the pain seems to leaves
quicker instead of this drawn out constant pain.
Jimmy's preference is for me to enter him slowly and I
guess  others have a different choice,  but a quick
thrust is the best way for me.

When we're screwing  I want to get to that erogenous
zone that follows  after the pain fades, as quick as I
can ....get to where Jimmy's cock is all the way
inside me and the pain has faded away and I'm feeling
sexually turned on ALL OVER  my body. A 'filled up'
feeling is awesome.  Any place he touches me feels
awesome.  My bum hole feels awesome.   It makes me
lick my lips and hump back into Jimmy and I want to
touch and rub his body and kiss and lick him all over
too.  That's the goal I look for when Jimmy fucks me
and to hell with the pain it takes to get there.  On
the other hand many gay guys are never a bottom
because it just doesn't do it for them I guess.  I
can't imagine why but there it is.

This first time, however, I wasn't yet aware that
there was this erogenous zone awaiting me.  I was
concerned  that damage was being done inside me as
Jimmy went all the way in till his pubes tickled my
ass cheeks. The ache was a different kind than I'd
experienced before.  It wasn't like a normal muscle
ache such as I'd get  the day after I played
basketball for the first time that year and used
muscles that haven't been used for a while.  This was
a scary ache deep inside me feeling like I was
injured;   but it was one that was slowly fading
away.

I told Jimmy it seems to be getting better.  I thought
I heard him mutter "about time" but I can't be sure.
I was just happy it was getting better.  Jimmy reached
over me and grabbed my cock to jerk on it four or five
times, but it stayed soft.  He pulled his cock out
some and I said that it hurt again and he reached over
me  and squeezed my nuts  and I yelped as he humped in
and out of me a few times.  I was concentrating on my
nuts now which  were also aching.

 I started to say something and Jimmy took my nuts in
his hand again and squeezed just a little and said
"let's not talk for a  bit" he followed this request
with another squeeze and four or five thrusts in and
out of my hole .  Still some pain, but I was patient
and after a few minutes it began to feel good...then
real good and I involuntarily pushed back as he was
thrusting in and we were off and running. He fucked me
like we'd been at it for years.  I couldn't believe
how turned on I was, how wonderful it felt and how
close I felt to Jimmy and hoped he felt to me....

It got feeling so fantastically good I was making
sounds and cooing and reaching backwards over Jimmy's
side to grab his bare ass and squeeze it.  Truthfully
up till that moment I had never felt anything as
sexually satisfying as this fuck...  Jimmy was
grunting and my cock had quickly gotten painfully
hard.  It was so intense it was a feeling of
frustration almost....I was pushing back on his cock
with every thrust and jerking myself off in rhythm
with Jimmy's pumping and I squealed in a strange voice
as I arched my back and shot a burning stream of cum
up under my chin..followed by five weaker ones and the
feelings I had spread out from my groin and bum hole
in all directions.


I could get the air in me or out of me in any kind of
rhythm.  The intense pleasure of the hard climax was
running up to my stomach and down my thighs; my toes
and fingers curling tight.  The tightened sphincter
muscle caused by the contractions of my cum shots  had
Jimmy in a fury of quick, rabbit like pumps in and out
of me and then shortly after my climax he let out
grunt after grunt and my ass was squishy with his cum.
 I felt it running down my ass cheeks all the way to
pool around the back of my balls.

We were in our own worlds for a bit with short, quick
breaths followed by some panting and then the usual
"oh, shit was that a trip .." And we had a safe
landing.  It was awesome..I couldn't even remember the
ache or pain...totally forgotten.  Total success.
When I turned my head around to look at him Jimmy was
beaming that look that said  'I told you so!'    and I
was doing little head shakes indicating   'I can't
believe how great that was'   and we were happy little
gay boys!!!     Jimmy was everything to me now, I
wanted to feel that feeling again.

We rolled over on our backs side by side and this
exotic feeling covered my body like a goose down
comforter.... all warm and safe and snugly.  I wanted
Jimmy to hold me tight, but I knew better than to push
it.  I loved where we were at  and didn't want to take
a chance on changing the atmosphere. So I settled for
no comforter and no Jimmy's arms holding me tight, but
I still felt fabulous and couldn't stop smiling.

An hour or so later, because it had gone so well the
first time, we tried it the same exact way .  Same
positions too, I would get my chance to fuck Jimmy
later.  I didn't fight it at all because I wanted to
experience everything again too,  just like we did it
the first time.  My boy hole was too sore though and
it didn't go well at all the second time.  My boy cunt
was wicked sore;  not use to this treatment at all.
I never came close to climaxing and Jimmy said I
complained so much he couldn't cum either.   So, we
should have stopped after the first huge success but
we didn't.  After a while we tried a half hearted
attempt at me fucking Jimmy,  but he called it off
after 10 minutes or so when I still barely had the
head of my cock in.  "What, hurt too much, Jimmy?" I
asked sarcastically.  "No, you're doing something
wrong!" was the testy reply from Jimmy.   After a
pause.."Let's call it a night." was Jimmy's
suggestion/order.

Initially it had been a total success, but we went for
too much for a 'first time' and ruined the night in
the end.   Never mind, we both remembered the earlier
first big triumph!!  That was enough to have us
looking to the future.  'Fucking' each other took over
everything and I did get my chance with Jimmy and I
climaxed inside him like I was peeing, there was that
much cum.  Overall though we decided that Jimmy doing
the screwing generally gave us the most pleasure.
This conclusion came after a few months and I don't
remember contributing to the final decision, but I'm
not complaining.  I'll be the first to say that I
defer to Jimmy because I actually like it better that
way.  I feel no pressure if I know we're doing stuff
the way Jimmy wants it done.  I know I have a
submissive personality, submissive nature if you
prefer, but I like it that way.  I really do!  I have
told Jimmy I wish he'd be MORE assertive with me, but
it's not his nature to enjoy total dominance.  Overall
I think we have  just about the right amount of
whatever each of us needs from and for the other.
It's pretty much a miracle, but there it is.

To be continued:
Conclusion, including "The Fetish Screw" our first
night at college.
Donny Mumford ......  thinat20@yahoo.com