Date: Tue, 22 May 2007 11:59:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE "FETISH SCREW" & THE EARLY TIMES TOO  Part 2 of 2

Written in January of 2006

The Fetish Screw & the Early times Too

Part 2...The Fetish Screw


Well, Part 2 at least begins on a happy note because
Jimmy and me had discovered the fantastic pleasures of
intercourse and we were on that long  journey, one
that we're still on,  discovering the one perfect
position for fucking.  A very stimulating discovery is
the sit-on-Jimmy's-lap-with-his-boner-up-my-hole
position.  The SOJLWHBUMH position as we call it for
short.  With Jimmy's boner up my hole I reach behind
me and push up with a hand on each of Jimmy's hips so
I can assist with his humping in and out of me.  Jimmy
jerks-off my boner in synchronized time with his
humping so to me it feels like Jimmy's boner is way up
inside of me connected to the bottom of my boner and
it makes one long boner's worth of ecstasy for me.
Jimmy is not doing too bad either.

With this level of stimulation there is simply no
telling what I'll squeal out when I shoot off.  Cum
all over the place, I'll tell you that much.
In any case, we floated along the rest of our senior
year in our personal sea of sex.  I graduated high
school without benefit of  Jimmy telling  me he loved
me and on the rare occasion that I'd take a chance and
tell  him that I loved him he'd say "It's not love
Donny, it's lust!"....

I knew he was wrong about my feelings of love toward
him, but I was beginning to think he would remain "in
lust" with me and that would have to be enough.  I
decided it was... I dreamed about the beginning of
college and about actually living with Jimmy in that
great little apartment.  Boy oh boy, did that thought
give me many boners over the summer.  As it turned out
it's a good thing I had those daydreams for boners
because Jimmy and I saw very little of each other.
And,  zero opportunity for sex.   He had a summer job
with his father's company for a few weeks and then he
and his little brother spent three weeks with his
grandparents in AZ and a two week vacation with his
whole family in Avalon, NJ where they rented a house
on the beach.

I was invited for that two weeks at the beach, but
sadly Scott said "no".   I'd be away at college soon
and he wanted me home with the family this summer.
What an asshole he is, but don't get me started!!   I
was wicked disappointed,  but afraid to show a pout
about it or it was down to the basement for me.  I was
just so anxious to get away from Scott and my home
environment in general that it made time crawl.

My best straight bud JB and me had some fun times, but
he worked full time in his dad's garage so my days
were mostly kind of lonely.  Just water skiing with
Tyler and some of the guys once in a while,  then a
painful two weeks with Scott's dads' family in New
Hampshire of all places.  I say painful because I was
picked on by the cousins,  not painful because of a
Scott spanking.  It was painfully boring too!!

Finally it was a few days before heading off to
college.  I had already loaded all my stuff in the
apartment, our lease was year round on a year to year
basis because it was cheaper that way.  JB had driven
me to the apartment  with all my stuff in his pick-up
truck a week ago and I would have moved in then except
that Scott said I couldn't move in until the day
before registration.  So I waited it out.... and
disaster struck two days before I was to leave home
for the first time in my life.  I'd be away from Scott
and all the rest of them....it was a new life with
Jimmy.  Happiness instead of anxiety.  Smiles instead
of gloom and doom.  But I had to pay the price first.

I was on our back steps bull shitting  with Tyler and
two other buds, bragging about the apartment I'd be
living in and how cool it would be to be on my own.
How great it would be to get away from this nut house
and how I didn't plan on busting my ass to get good
grades,  just squeak by because I wanted to have some
fucking fun for once.  I was lying some too about how
it looked like we were going to have our own car and
on and on..   and it was about time something good
happened for me after almost being kept under house
arrest here for 13 years... .

It was kinda fun acting like a big deal, but then I
looked up at  Tyler and he had this strange expression
on his face,  he was looking over my shoulder.   I got
that freaky feeling of a cold streak running up my
back and up the back of my head.  I was afraid to turn
around, but I did and there was Scott staring at me
nodding his head up and down as if to say to himself,
"just what I expected out of this ungrateful bastard".
  Tyler told me later that Scott was there for most of
my rant  and Tyler had been afraid to say anything to
me.  Scott scared everybody in those days.

Scott told the guys, in a exaggeratedly calm voice,
that they should take off now because he needed to
have a  little talk with me.  They hopped up and were
gone in a flash.  My heart was pounding and I started
to say something but Scott said "Do not say one
fucking word to me until I tell you to...   just get
your ass in the basement and wait for me down there."
I couldn't remember the last time he came home from
work early.  I found out  later he'd come home early
to go over all my stuff for college to make sure I had
everything I needed.  He has always been big on
'lists' and he had a check list of things he wanted to
go over with me to be sure everything was accounted
for and so forth.

Obviously it's a disturbing and frightening thing to
have to await physical punishment that you know is
inevitable;  Scott has never said "I'm going to give
you a second chance this time."  Never.  It's even
worse, at eighteen years old, to have to stand in your
basement with your pants around your ankles,
bare-assed with cock and balls swinging in the breeze
waiting for your 25 year old half brother to give you
a spanking.  Very, very uncool.

This time he made me wait a while and I hoped it was
because he wanted to get his anger under control.
Eventually I heard the cellar door squeak open and he
slowly came down the stairs and said nothing... I knew
to say nothing too.  He grips around my shoulder with
his left arm and pulls me sideways against him pinning
one of my arms to my side and my other arm to his
chest and begins smacking my ass until I'm acting like
an 8 year old.....crying and begging and trying to
walk away from the spanking.  Many times over the last
6 or 7 years I'll lose control of my bladder and pee
out a long stream of piss.  He always says "You better
not get any of that on me." and I twist away to be
sure not to pee on him and this exposes new territory
for his big, callused hand to spank.  The pee stream
of course winds down and eventually  falls across my
shorts and boxers that are bunched around my feet.
This time was no different.

When Scott's rage has been satisfied he stops and I
hug him and say how sorry I am for whatever it is that
I did.  I'd say anything because I'm so happy he's
done with the spanking.  He tries to calm me down and
it takes a while but I do calm down and stop sobbing.
Then he'll tell me to wash my face in the utility
sink,  wash my peed-on clothes, clean-up the pee on
floor  and, when everything has been done,  come up
stairs and explain to him why I said what I'd said  to
my friends.  Why I disparaged Scott and my whole
family after all they have done for me including
paying for college and for my own apartment and so on.

Scott goes upstairs and I  wash the tears and snot off
my face and then  get  my clothes, as well as other
dirty clothes from the hamper,  and start a washer
load.  Washing dirty clothes is one of my normal
chores anyway, so I'm well versed on how to do it.
Next I get out the sponge mop and Lysol and clean the
floor where I peed.  I have to wring out the mop a
number of times at the utility tub before it's clean
enough.  If Scott came down sometime and detected a
urine smell it would be big trouble for me.

I've gone through these steps many times.  The wash
cycle has another 20 minutes or so to run.   I have
tears still dripping on my face while I'm doing these
things because the pain is hard and heavy on me.  My
next familiar move is to  crawl into  an old sleeping
bag and lay on my stomach to mentally lick my wounds.
I have plenty of time to lick them because I have to
wait for the wash cycle and then the dryer cycle after
that.  The pain is hot on my ass and the back of my
legs.  There are painful popping spots that keep
shooting pain into my body.  My eyes keep tearing and
I hate that I'm like an eight year old, but that about
how old I feel.

The pain aside, I think my self image is what's really
hurting me the most. I feel VERY sorry for myself.   I
alternate between hating Scott with a furious rage to
acknowledging that he's a victim too.  It's Scott's
father who turned Scott into a spanking-crazed
animal.... he'd done the same sorts of things to
Scott.  Maybe Scott's father's father did the same to
him, who knows.  My mother gets my bitter anger and
hate because she never wanted me and never acted like
a mother to me.  Can you imagine a mother turning the
care of her six year old boy over to an unbalanced
twelve year old??  Many thoughts have gone through my
head laying on my stomach in that sleeping
bag.......none of them were happy thoughts.

In truth, I kind of felt that I did deserve to be
punished for the things I'd said.   Hell,  I knew the
family actually had spent extra money to pay for half
the rent on the apartment and had given in to this
more expensive college, instead of the 'State College"
they initially wanted me to go to.  They went the
extra mile just so I could be with Jimmy.  Scott
thought that Jimmy might keep me on top of my studies.
Basically keep me in college with his tutoring.  As it
turns out, in the early months,  he was right about
that too.

So I was wrong and deserved to be punished but it's
just that, as always with Scott, the punishment was
much too severe.   It's simply wrong to be spanking an
18 year old.  And these spankings were really more
like 'beatings'.   Scott has a terrible temper and he
is very big and strong.  Plus, as he spanks me he gets
madder and madder.  Hell,  he never wanted the job of
raising me in the first place.  Way back when he was
12 years old he didn't want to baby-sit a six year
old.  He got spanked if I screwed up so he made sure
he maintained complete control over me and he did it
the same way his father maintained control over
him...FEAR!    Fear of being spanked and following
through with that spanking.   No mercy.  It has just
become  an accepted practice over the years.  Starting
when Scott was a twelve year old ....if he got
frustrated or punished himself, he took it out on me
and eventually he felt guilty about doing that and the
guilt made him madder and he took that out on me too.

When the dryer cycle was done I folded the clothes and
gingerly pulled on my boxers and shorts.  My ass was
very painful and would be for up to 48 hours or so,
but even at that it seemed to heal much faster than
you'd think it would. The sore ass made me walk funny
and since I felt like I was 'nobody' anyway what
difference did it make how I walked.... just one more
humiliation when I had to go out in public shortly
after being spanked.  After the pain faded away my ass
and the back of my legs still looked ugly... black &
blue & yellowish green colors for days.  The first 24
hours... sitting down was not something I wanted to
do.  But, as part of the punishment, I always had to
sit down for each meal and I better not make any
painful faces or theatrical groans to acknowledge the
spanking in any way.  Believe me I've been spanked on
top of a spanked bottom and it's definitely something
I try to avoid.  After thirteen years I know Scott's
rules and I follow them....except when my
concentration wanders for a second and I don't follow
them.

 After cleaning the basement floor and washing my pee
soaked clothes I go upstairs and humbly ask Scott if I
can speak with him.  He'll usually keep me waiting and
then he'll say, "OK, what have you got to tell me?"
I apologize in a most sincere manner and tell him it
will never happen again and that I'm so sorry I made
him have to discipline me and I don't know why after
all these years I can't just be part of the family and
try to do things the right way like everyone else is
trying to do and I'm ashamed of myself for
disrespecting the family and particularly Scott who
has given up so much to try to raise me the right way
and on and on and on...I have a lot of ways to ask
forgiveness...I've memorized them over the years.
Scott seems to like them all as he's never said "This
is the same crap you told me last time."  Maybe he's
not even listening.  I know I'm not.

Then comes his lecture, the pontificating, the know it
all superior attitude and I better have the right look
on my face...a look that says, "this is interesting
and important information for me to hear and thank you
so much Scott for imparting this vital news to little,
stupid me."   Some of my pre-teen years smart-ass
looks during this lecture period would get my face
slapped as I stood before Scott, my hands clasped
behind my back.  This happened frequently until I
learned how to look respectful.  It took longer then
you'd think it would.  Kids are stubborn.   I still
get my faced slapped once in a while if my attention
drifts from eye contact with Scott to thinking about
the pain I'm in, for example.

A weird thing is that from years of experience I know
there won't be any questions after the lecture so I
don't have to actually listen to his words anymore
than either of us appears to have listened to mine
earlier.   I've never been the slightest bit curious
about what he says. Then it's finally over and we have
to hug and say we love each other and he says he's
sorry he had to spank me and I say I'm sorry I made it
necessary for him to spank me.  He'll ruffle my hair
and send me up to my room or on to do some errant or
chore.  It's a well rehearsed play on both our parts.

After pretending we love each other he ruffled my hair
as usual,  but this time he said,  "First thing in the
morning you're to go down to Leo's, I'm not sending
you off to college with this unruly head of hair.
Wait for Leo, not little Leo...he doesn't know the way
 I want your hair cut."  I said "Sure thing, Scott."
And under my breath I said  "shit shit shit shit!!!!"
I'd gone all summer letting my buzz cut grow in
because I wanted to get my hair cut in the College
Campus Barbershop so I'd have  a cool college look.  I
was very naive back then.

This had been the first summer Scott relented about
the every-three-week haircut routine.  I thought since
I was going to college he was finally going to let me
decide about my haircuts.   I would have made it to
the college campus barbershop except for this
unfortunate mis-speaking incident.  Now it was down to
Leo-the-hack barber for the little boys' regular
haircut to start college with.   Why oh why did I
spout off to the guys like I did?

Nothing to be done about it now.  As sore as my ass
was I sat in the barber chair the next morning as if I
felt fine.  I did have to tell Little Leo I was
waiting for his father.   His father treats me like
I'm a nine year old just like he's been doing for
years.    "Hop up here Donny and we'll have you
looking sharp in no time."  I smile because I don't
want him saying to Scott that I was surly or rude or
anything.  Really,  just don't mention me.  Same
shitty short old fashion type haircut (from the
'fifties' maybe?  I really don't know!)  It was as far
from 'cool' as it could get...but I did cum like a
spigot when that old prick quickly ran the clippers up
the back of my head and up the sides of my head and
all that hair I'd saved all summer fell in my lap.

So that god damn haircut fetish at least afforded me
some enjoyment that day! A boner and shooting a long
load of cum feels so good. But after the good feeling,
reality sets in and I feel like a piece of shit.  I'm
19 years old in two weeks and a fucking dip shit
barber with a 70 IQ gives me a haircut appropriate for
an 8 year old;  "Hop up here Donny".  Feeling helpless
and pathetic is a very big downer...... which can grow
worse if you let it.

 After the haircut Scott and I were civil to each
other pretending everything was great, but I was
feeling very low.  It did not help at all that Scott
said  I looked much better and that he was sure I
wanted to make a good first impression in college.  As
if an embarrassingly dorky haircut is the way you make
a good first impression at college. I smiled at him
thinking "are you out of your fucking mind or are you
just stupid?"  But I didn't say what I was thinking.
I said something like,  "Thanks Scott, yeah I do want
to start off on the right foot.  This is an exciting
time for me,  but scary too in some ways."  And Scott
said something about I shouldn't be nervous because  I
could always depend on him, he's only a phone call
away.  Sure think, Scott...if I'm in trouble he's
probably the last person on earth I'd want to find out
about it, but I just smiled again and looked grateful.

The next day was my day to leave for college.  Scott
would already be off to work so the night before he
hugged me goodbye and kissed the top of my head and
said he'd miss me a lot.  He said  we'd been through
so many trials and tribulations together that he felt
very close to me and he hoped he'd done me some good
up to this point.  He told me that I should try real
hard not to let him down (a threat?).  Then he gave me
a handful of money  on top of the planned-for start up
money which was already in my bank account on campus
.. it was around $300 and he said it was emergency
money.  I thought maybe it was guilty conscientious
money, but whatever it was.... it was nice to have.
We said goodbye.  In the morning my mother and I had
an awkward hug and kiss on the cheek and then I heard
JB blow his horn for me.   A little smile came on my
face, I'm finally  going away to college.....and
driven there in style too.  JB had his dad's brand new
BMW.

During the ride JB kept up a running monologue about
his girl friend and his sexploits with her.  Much,
much more than I needed to know about him 'eating her
out'.  JB thought he was really being 'hot' telling me
this,  but it was making me gag and throw-up in my
mouth just  thinking about it...YUCK!!!  I tried to
tell him a few dirty jokes that he usually likes and
he laughed a little,  but then out of nowhere he ask
me what was wrong with me.  I seriously didn't know
what he meant. He said he can tell when something is
upsetting me and that I was acting very
down-in-the-dumps about something.

Well, I certainly wasn't going to tell him about the
spanking and humiliation haircut . I was wearing a
baseball cap but not for JB's benefit as he'd seen my
shitty haircuts for years.   I told him I was a little
nervous about my new responsibilities.....    keeping
up an apartment and the college courses and the part
time job at BK and all of it.  "You know JB,
everything is new.  And I'll miss you too."  He said
bullshit... that I hadn't seen him that much in the
last year or so because I was spending all my time
with that homo Jimmy.  And I said that he, JB,  spent
all his time with which ever girl would put "out" for
him, so he hadn't been around for me very often
either.  He ignored that and claimed I was acting
depressed this morning when  I should be higher than a
kite can fly   (oh me, oh my)  because I was getting
away from home and all that goes with that..

And then I realized JB was right. Something was wrong!
  I could feel myself falling into one of my depressed
moods, into depression and of course it was caused by
the recent brutal spanking and loss of self esteem and
me feeling powerless and me being such a weakling.

JB had picked up on it before I did.  I kept bluffing
him that it was just all the unknown stuff ahead of me
at college,  but he knew it was something else.  Even
though he knew, he dropped the subject and we stayed
in a 'pretend' up-beat mode.  When he dropped me off
he asked if I needed money and I showed him the
fistful Scott had given me.  JB said "You know,
Donny,  I'm going to worry about you until I can see
you in a happy fucking frame of mind."  I tried to act
in a happy frame of mind and he said "You can't act
for shit!   I'll call you in a day or two.  Get
fucking happy somehow by then."  And he pulled away
without our one arm hug we always do and the little
kiss I sneak on his neck.  Shit!

There in a strange place all alone I felt that heavy
dark blanket settle slowly over me.  If you never sink
into depression thank your God for that!  It is
overwhelmingly negative.  I'd called Jimmy's house
yesterday and today and got the answering machine.  He
was away doing some other goddamn family
thing...Jesus, they never give it a rest.   Their
togetherness is too much sometimes.  So,  I didn't
know when to expect him.

 I took the few things I'd brought with me this
morning  up to our apartment, but once there I
couldn't get the key to work.  I ended up kicking the
door in frustration  like a little kid and sitting
down on the hallway floor and crying.  I was in a
depression and that was that.  When I was all cried
out I stood up and tried the door again and this time
I did the dead bolt too  (DUH!) and the door swung
open.  I locked the door from the inside and went to
bed with all my clothes on.  It was almost 11am.  I
don't know how long it took me to actually fall
asleep.

When I woke up the alarm clock read  4:15 in the
afternoon and no Jimmy so I stared at the wall and
thought about absolutely nothing.  The next time I
noticed anything it was dark outside and I had to pee
which I managed to do the proper way, in the toilet.
I got a coke and sat in the dark drinking it for a
long time.  Still no Jimmy so I went back to bed,
after taking my clothes off this time, and to do
something new and interesting I stared at the ceiling
instead of the wall.  I couldn't and didn't want to
focus on anything...just stay blank.  The last
time-check I remember was three something in the
morning.  The sun shining through the bedroom window
woke me up at 8:12am.  I was very hungry and although
I wasn't 'chipper' I was out of my deep depressed
state.  After a shower I went to dunkin donuts for two
breakfast sandwiches and two OJs.  OK, I thought...I
can function.  This is good.  Now where the fuck is
Jimmy??

He was at the apartment wondering where I was.  That's
where the fuck Jimmy was.  We hugged and did a
brotherly kiss.  It had been sometime since we'd seen
each other last and we were shy with the reunion. I
asked how he was and he looked at me with  a strange
look on his face for a few seconds and cupped his hand
behind my head to pull me to him and we kissed like
boyfriends kiss.  This got me a boner so things were
looking up some.  Jimmy said he just wanted to see me
smile and he knew if kissing didn't do it I wasn't
Donny at all, but an impostor. I'd thought I had been
smiling all along so maybe I wasn't as fully recovered
as I thought.

In any case,  we got our paper work together and went
to the various designated buildings at the college to
register and get our books.  Lines everywhere.  Jimmy
and me could stay in the same lines to accomplish most
of what we needed to do so that helped my outlook a
lot, being with him.   The process took over four
hours of lines before we were done.    Jimmy had under
estimated how much his books would cost and I was so
happy I had money on hand to lend him ....from Scott's
emergency money.

We went food shopping and continued telling each other
about our summer experiences.   Jimmy seemed in a
fabulous mood.  Most kids are thrilled to be moving
out of the 'nest'  to go to college and Jimmy was no
exception.  I was no exception either, but I had my
depression hangover which would have been much worse
except that I was with him.  We were getting
comfortable with each other again and we did a lot of
grabbing behind the neck, slapping backs or lightly
punching  arms..stuff we could do in public, but still
be touching each other.  On the way back to the
apartment we agreed to get each other 'off' real quick
and save the big "nice to see you again" fuck for
later.

 I had a boner all the way home and it felt good.  We
began a gentle make-out which slowly grew in intensity
until I came like a geyser in my pants.  Jimmy was
smiling like crazy as I "ohhh'd"  and "ahhh'd" through
my climax.  "Good to see some things never change"
Jimmy said and a little later I gave him a blow job
that lasted maybe five or six minutes...the shortest
time on record for a Jimmy climax.....so he really was
horny.  Boy, that stuff felt great!  Things were on
the upswing.

We'd bought steaks and baked potatoes and iceberg
lettuce and Ken's Russian dressing.  We had no booze.
While the potatoes baked we got our stuff organized
and joked about which twin bed did I want (we only use
one for both of us) and which drawers in the bureau
would be for who (our clothes just got mixed together
and we wore whatever was on top no matter who's it
was) and we generally just had fun goofing around.

After dinner Jimmy said in an off-hand,  joking
manner,   "Christ Donny, why'd you go to Leo's for
that haircut?  He sucks!  You and me were suppose to
go the the College Campus Barbershop together.
Remember?"  I looked at him and blinked my stinging
eyes as he continued,   "Look, I haven't had a haircut
in two months.  I've been saving it."   I looked at
him a second longer trying to form something in my
head that I could say in a joking way too, but instead
I thought about the spanking and the humiliation of it
all and, out of nowhere I started crying like a
fucking little kid.

Jimmy has seen a few of my crying jags even though I
tried as hard as possible to fight the urge when I was
with him because  I didn't think a crying jag would
endear me to him.    There are few things that are
more embarrassing or humiliating that an 18 year old
boy can do then crying in front of his friends.
Jimmy's never really seen one of my depression moods
in full bloom.  Occasionally he's seen the fallout
from one or another of my  depression bouts,  like I
was having now.  He came over and put his arm around
my shoulder and asked what was wrong.  I just shook my
head a bit,  but he made me sit down on the big sofa
and he sat next to me and said "Tell me!".

In our relationship, especially in the early going,
Jimmy's the teacher and I'm the student...he's the
parent and I'm the child.  It's just the way it
evolved right from the start and we both like our
roles.  So, he wanted me to tell him and I did.    I
told him about the last couple of days starting with
me bragging to Tyler and the guys..and  all the way
through to me eating at Dunkin Donuts just before
meeting up with him this morning.....all the details,
just like they are spelled out in the above
paragraphs.  He didn't interrupt;  just listened till
I was all talked out.  It took about twenty minutes or
so just stating details without any other commentary.

When I was done I looked at Jimmy expectantly, I'd
been looking down at my feet throughout the
recitation.   He ask me if there was anything more and
I said there wasn't.  Off the top of his head Jimmy
came up with a plan to counter-act  my depression fall
outs, not the depression itself,  but the sad
after-effects.  We still use this exact exercise.  He
asked me to name something good in my life and I said
that he was the best thing in my life. I had to give
him reasons and examples of why he was the best thing
in my life. Then he asked if there is any other good
thing in my life and I said JB.  Why is he so good in
your life??  What's  another good thing in my life and
I said we're together at college in our own apartment
and Jimmy asked me to state another good thing and
another and another...on and on.

After a while some of them were silly; for example,
I'd say "Well I'm cuter than a puppy" and Jimmy would
say "what else?"   Other  little things like
"chocolate is a good thing and I can eat that anytime
I want".  This goes on for different amounts of time,
that first night it lasted about twenty minutes.  When
I started goofing-off with stuff like "I'm lucky to
have a little bit bigger cock than you have,  Jimmy".
We know I'm really out of my sickness, my depressed
state of mind.   Thinking of these wonderful things in
my life, over and above the bad things,  makes it much
harder to stay depressed.  Of course,  I know it's
more the fact that I have someone who cares about me
as much as Jimmy does that helps even more than
listing the positive aspects of my life.

He finally said "All better?" and I said that I
couldn't believe it,  but I felt good.  Jimmy said,
"About the shitty haircut, Donny.  Fuck, you're the
master barber, right?   You think of a solution".  All
of a sudden it was so obvious ...I said "Well yeah,
sure.  If the hair on the top is cut short like the
short hair all around the sides and back it will blend
in and just be a short hair cut.  Not a goofy-looking
boy's regular.  Short hair is all the style at our
college and it was at our old high school too for that
matter, but it had to be a cool short style."  Jimmy
said "There you go bird brain why didn't you figure
this out earlier?"  I said "Duh, figure what out?"

I had the barber equipment here which I dug out of a
box and then I showed Jimmy what to do.  He couldn't
screw it up because it's just a matter of putting a
comb attachment on the clippers and running it through
my hair.  I was giving the instructions to Jimmy which
isn't a submissive thing and  maybe that's why I
didn't get 'really' turned on from Jimmy cutting my
hair like I thought I would.  The whole thing took
three minutes at the most.  What I ended up with was a
real short haircut,  but one that wouldn't cause
anyone to give a second look.  There are probably 50
kids with the same type haircut at our college.

I was feeling up and a little randy because
haircutting makes my dick tingly even if I don't get a
full blown boner.  I said "Thanks Jimmy, you saved the
day again."  He could see my mood getting bright and
he wanted to keep it going so he said "Well,  we got
the barber stuff out and you still have never given me
a haircut so how about it?"  OK, I got the the #1
boner now, after hearing that...So I just shook my
head yes and gestured to the kitchen stool that I'd
sat on for Jimmy's barbering efforts.  A nice grin
from Jimmy because he was real glad we were back in
happy ville!!  This is our first night in our
apartment.

 I ask how he wanted it cut and he said "Exactly like
your's Donny".    That made me gulp and my boner was
real hard now. I'd never seen Jimmy with hair anywhere
near as short as mine.   He really never showed any
interest in hair style.  Jimmy has always just gone
along with whatever style was popular at the time.
Obviously he was giving me support, which he does all
the time, and he does it so well too.  Be that as it
may,  I didn't leave him much of a chance to change
his mind.

Without further ado I told him to take off his shirt
and I started running the clippers with the one half
inch comb attached up the side of his head.  Jimmy has
fabulous light brown hair with tons of body and a very
slight wave to it.  It looked good a half inch long
too.  He has a great shaped head and that is important
for a haircut to look good.  He's never had real long
hair; well, at least  since we've been sex fiends
together.  But  because he went all summer without a
haircut it looked like  the  longest hair on top of
his head was about four inches long and being able to
cut it real short is a rush for someone like me with a
haircut fetish.  Awesome.

 I really don't know how I kept from blowing a load in
my pants.  It was a tremendous turn on for me.  The
thrill for me was starting from one side of his head
and shearing off hair all the way across his head and
watching the pile of hair  cascade off his shoulder
and down to settle in a heap on his lap; then
immediately running the clipper through the next patch
of long, shiny hair and almost magically it was just
1/2 inch bristles.  Guys with a haircut fetish will
know the incredible rush  and those that don't, I
imagine,  will find it wicked boring and difficult to
even believe.

It was just a lark from Jimmy's view point.  "Jesus
Christ look at all my hair!  Damn!"  He looked up at
me at a break in the action and asked "Did you shoot
off yet?"   I told him "not yet"  as he picked up a
pile from his lap and let it slip through his fingers.
 Of course, I'd told Jimmy about my haircut fetish
months ago and he said I'd have to give him a haircut
some time.  I'd  never taken him up on that because we
had the wonderful sex together and that satisfied me
better than a haircut could.  The idea of combining
the two didn't register until now, at Jimmy's
suggestion..

I thought I was going to cum in my pants early on, but
then I mellowed out and just enjoyed some pre cum
drips and the vibrating boner.  The haircut didn't
take very long and wishing it could have lasted longer
I, never the less,  was shortly using the  trimmer to
outline around his ears and then it was done. My dick
felt ready to explode,  but I knew it wasn't
spontaneously going to go off.  Great feeling though
to be right on the edge for 10 minutes or so.
Cutting Jimmy's hair really turned me on big time!!
WHAT A RUSH!!!  Jimmy got a kick out of seeing me so
'hot' that my face was flushed.

 He made a big fuss looking in the mirror about how
much he loved  his new look and I wondered how I could
be so lucky to be with him.  He was rubbing his head
feeling the short bristles and looking even younger
than normal.  I looked in the same mirror to see if I
looked younger too.  I did look wicked young,  we
smiled at each other's reflection in the mirror.  That
was a ton of fun, but not just because of my fetish,
it was so much fun because we'd done it together
.......

A little later Jimmy asked "Would you mind dropping
your boxers Donny so I can see how badly you're hurt?"
  When I got them down Jimmy was disturbed seeing the
bruises on my backside and thighs.  I was pretty sure
one of his concerns was wondering if he was going to
be able to fuck me tonight.  " That looks horrible!
Does it hurt much?"  I explained it really didn't hurt
at all now,  but it would look bruised for a week
longer, at least.  He squeezed my ass cheek a little
to see if I was being honest about it not hurting.  It
really doesn't hurt at all I  told him,  it just felt
normal now..... but  he could feel free to keep
squeezing my ass as long as he wanted.  He looked at
me a second and than pulled me into him and kissed the
side of my face and held it for a while and said he
missed me.  I knew he wanted to say how bad he felt
about what I have to go through sometimes with  Scott,
 but we just don't talk about that.  I said I missed
him too and I knew that  everything is going to be
fine for me now that he's here...

My pants were stilI down and because of the hug and
kiss from Jimmy I had one of those semi-boners and
Jimmy took hold of it and stroked it into a full five
and a half inch pole-hard boner.  It didn't take many
strokes either.  He increased the speed and tightness
of his stroking and I cried out,  "Jesus Christ,
Jimmy, don't or I'll cum quick."  "I don't think so
cause I'm going to milk your balls, Donny, and then
you'll last longer later on."  He grabbed my nuts in
one hand and squeezed lightly as he quickly stroked my
boner with his other hand.  When I was sure I'd shoot
my load Jimmy would tighten his grip on my nuts and I
saw a few stars.  We'd discovered a long time ago that
I got turned-on some with light nut crunching. Using
that technique I could hardly believe how long he kept
me on the edge of cuming.  I was at the point of
blowing spit sprays out between my teeth just ready to
shoot off when he'd squeeze my nuts again and we'd
start all over, but did it ever feel good.

He'd get me to the point where my balls had that
wonderful pleasure/ache from Jimmy's squeezing and
pulling on them...not cruelly, just teasing with that
little  "AH" at the end.    I couldn't say anything
after awhile,  but I was making a lot of sounds and
blowing saliva around like I mentioned earlier.   I
was also enjoying rubbing through Jimmy's short hair
as he knelt in front of me busily tantalizing my boner
and nuts.  Jimmy bringing me to the edge of climaxing
time after time and right after the haircutting
turn-on... OMG,  it had me hypnotized and in a dreamy
state of mind ...moaning and dizzy,  but in ecstasy
too....

It couldn't last forever and when the cum started up
it came on me real fast and  I squealed out
eeeeeeeeeee!  and a burst of watery cum sprayed out of
my cock followed by a long stream of creamy cum which
lazily landed across Jimmy's  bare shoulder and chest.
 He kept milking my balls dry and I'm  "ahhhh ohhhh
ahhhhhh Oh Fuck!!  Ahhh!!"   I finally said "Please
stop it's too sensitive."  Jimmy let go and stood up
and we hugged and kissed with Jimmy's bonner pointing
up between us in his pants and my soft, tender cock
hanging down between my naked thighs.  My face was so
flushed and if I had my wish I'd be in Jimmy's arms
laying on our bed coming down slowly from the high I
was on.   But Jimmy had other ideas....

Jimmy wanted to try out that big old fashioned bathtub
in our bathroom.   Before that we crammed into the
tiny shower together to wash off all the little hair
clippings. The big old tub belonged to another era.
This apartment was part of some rich peoples townhouse
maybe 75 years ago or so.  Each townhouse has been
turned into four apartments so some of the apartments
have the original bathroom and fixtures and some have
new ones.  Our unit had the original bathroom which is
too big compared to how small our bedroom is,  but
nothing's perfect.  The tiny shower was installed
where a linen closet used to be.  The big old tub
took a lot of water and when we climbed in some water
sloshed on the floor.  Jimmy threw a towel down to sop
it up...

 I'd quickly gotten over my dreamy state and was in a
fabulous mood now.  Jimmy was sitting between my legs,
leaning back against my chest with my lips against the
back of his head.  Boy do I love smelling his 'Jimmy'
smell.  He was telling me about the place they had at
the Jersey shore and about this ultra cute younger kid
that Jimmy spent a lot of time looking at on the beach
every day.  He never even talked to this kid,  just
looked. He said if I'd have been there I'd have found
some way to be holding the kids hand in about an hour
(the 'kid' was about 14 Jimmy thought).  We made up a
fantasy 3-way with that boy as #3 and this caused
Jimmy, as we went along with that fantasy, to get a
nice hard-on.  My dick felt good, but wasn't ready for
'hard'  quite yet.  Jimmy and me were all about
getting to that space we  shared together at the end
of high school.  We'd been apart for over two months
now.

After a half hour or so of talking and enjoying the
water and enjoying feeling Jimmy's body again I said
"Ya know Jimmy I'm more than 'in lust' with you, like
you say I am.....  I love you.  I'm in love with you."
 He said "Yeah, I know and  I love you too."
Unexpected comment from him, to say the least....but,
I'm no moron,  I knew there was no need to push him
any further along this line.  I was  pretty much
speechless anyhow, so saying something wasn't really
an option.  I also knew that Jimmy saying he loved me
had a lot to do with him feeling very sorry for me
because of the abuse I'd taken from Scott.    It's
just like Jimmy to do something wicked nice for me to
help me get over a bad thing.  I was glad he wasn't
facing me though because I don't know if his eyes
could put the "I love you" comment over convincingly.
I just said "Thanks Jimmy.  You know how much that
means to me".

With the palm of my hand I'd been rubbing Jimmy's head
from the front all the way across the top, slowly,
for quite sometime when  he finally adjusted the
position of his head a little to lay on my shoulder so
that the sides of our faces were touching.  This led
shortly to some kissing and my boner came back to the
semi-hard stage.  I couldn't stop looking at Jimmy's
short haircut and I started to get that funny feeling
in and around my stomach.  Like a small electric
buzzing and my dick felt tingly again.  Jimmy's cock
was very hard and I was rubbing on it from time to
time while I rubbed his hair.  When the water began to
cool he said.."Pull the plug Donny.  I just got an
urge."

As we were getting out of the tub Jimmy put his hand
on my chest so I'd sit on the edge of the tub and he
bent down to put my dick in his mouth and sucked on me
till I was very hard again.  He licked all around my
pubes and nuts. I got to rub more through his buzzed
hair and I started to feel my balls come back into
action although I wasn't quite ready to cum yet. Two
or three minutes later  Jimmy stood up and said "yum
yum!"

We dried each other real well and made sure our crotch
area was especially dry by doing them twice.  Jimmy
grabbed the lube and just inside our bedroom he put a
little pressure on my bum hole and his finger went in
up to the second knuckle.  The thick wood door between
our bedroom and the bathroom has a heavy-duty towel
rack on both sides of it.  When Jimmy's finger went in
me I just reached over and grabbed the towel rack on
the bedroom side for some balance. He was working the
finger around and got it all the way up in me so I
half turned away from Jimmy and held the towel rack
with both hands, bending down to do it.  Jimmy and I
are the same height so my hole was level with his
boner.  Another finger was pushed in and I had to take
in a deep breath and hold it.  Jimmy appeared to be in
a fast track frame of mind...can't say I blame him
since the blow job I'd given him was now almost three
hours old, as in...three hours ago.

"What do you think, Donny?" Jimmy asked after a bit
more fingering and I said for him to do it.  He
positioned his boner and he pushed in and kept pushing
in till he was all the way to the end of the line, his
nuts bounced off my ass. He'd put a lot of lube in me
and I could feel it squeezing out around his cock and
slowly sliding down my ass cheeks.   His cock really
hurt my hole but not as much as it use to.  Plus,  I
knew what reward was awaiting me for tolerating the
ache...Jimmy said " Jesus Christ!   This is
unbelievably tight and fabulous...Oh God damn!!"

He didn't wait for me to push back like usual,  but
did two humps out and in which really hurt me.  I knew
he was very randy by now so I grunted and took it.
After a longer time than I'd remembered being
necessary the ache was softening some and so I did a
tentative hump of my own and it felt pretty good.
Jimmy grabbed my hips and fucked in and out of me
quite a few times and my dick was twitching and
bouncing against my stomach as I was holding onto the
towel rack for dear life.

Jimmy switched to slow pumping for a long time and I
could hear his quick short breaths....then he put both
his hands flat on the top of my ass just below my hips
and, going up on his toes, he put most of his weight
on me and he pumped in and out of my hole like that 10
or 12 times.  Back on his feet he grabbed both my
shoulders and pulled me back into him as he humped me
another 12 times or so...."Oh fuck this feels sooooo
good" ...he said to himself.  Then to me.. "I feel
like I'm going to cum so I'm pulling out.  How about
getting on the bed laying your back..."

That empty feeling with my hole gaping open isn't one
I like, but I took a second to get my own breathing
under control then went over and laid on our bed with
my ass hanging over the edge a little.  Jimmy was
leaning on one arm against the wall looking at me with
a grin on his face, dimples and all.  He said "Fun?"
and I said  "Ohhhh  Yeah!"  He waited two minutes or
so and I was looking at his haircut again thinking I
just gave him that haircut and I felt more shivers
around my cock and groin in general.  It all felt
totally yummy!!  The haircut was the last thing on
Jimmy's mind.  He walked over and I put my legs around
his waist as he entered me again with a long sigh...I
hooked my ankles together behind his back and squeezed
Jimmy into me as much as I could.  Getting fucked felt
even better laying on my back.

Jimmy fucked me for a couple minutes while we looked
in each other eyes and then he bent down and I put my
arms around his neck kissing and licking until my face
felt very hot and my vision shimmered from looked at
him so close up.  Jimmy  face was perspiring and I
licked at that...."auh auh auh auh auh" was the sound
Jimmy made with each half hump in and out of me as we
kissed and licked each other.  I was beginning to feel
cum working up my boner again and it was a fabulous
feeling....

Jimmy pulled away from me a little, his face was very
flushed and his eyes weren't focused on mine like
they'd been earlier.  He pushed me backwards onto the
bed so he could climb up too.  On his knees he pushed
my legs down so my knees were on either side of my
chest.  This pulled my bum hole up in the air.  Jimmy
entered me and began fucking me straight down on my
hole...pile driving until he squeaked out a sound and
came to a stop.   My cock was pointing at my face,
hard on my stomach and I was just going to shoot off
again except Jimmy stopped.  Looking at me through
slits in his eye lids he grinned with the dimples and
said something I barely heard.  I think it was, "
How'd we last 2 mouths without doing this?"

He did some long strokes in and out and then he pulled
his cock out again  and holding his hard cock in his
fist he repeatedly pushed just the swollen head of his
rock hard cock in and outs of my tight ring... each
penetration made Jimmy go "AH!   AH!  AH!  AH !   I
started bucking on the bed and making whimpering
sounds.... Jimmy's eyes were closed tight.  He did a
few long strokes and rasped out that he couldn't hold
back much longer,  but he wanted to shoot his load in
me  doggy style.

Later he told me he'd fantasized all summer about
fucking me in all our favorite positions during our
very first fuck in our apartment.  Me sitting on his
lap with his cock up my hole and him stroking me off
was not in the picture though because in that position
neither one of us could possible stop to change
positions...we both can't stop till we climax, which
doesn't take long.

 I struggled up on all fours and  told him I was going
to jerk off because the urge was on me something
terrible.  Jimmy said no, that he always got me off
doing me doggy style.  Without further ado, standing
up on the bed,  he bent his knees a bit and pushed his
hot, dripping five and a half inch boner all the way
in me.  Then long leisurely  strokes, taking deep
wheezing breaths with each penetration,  he lay down
on my back with his arms wrapped tightly around me and
humped three quarter length strokes as fast as he
could...  I went AHHHHHHHHHHHHH  and shot two little
patches of cum followed by some drooling drops.. he
was right on my prostate gland so yeah, I got off all
right, just like he said I would..felt fantastic too!!
 It was more cum than I expected after Jimmy's earlier
milking.

After I climaxed  Jimmy pulled his body up, moved his
legs beside mine so he was right on top of me, almost
riding me,  grabbed my hips and fucked me with fast
full strokes..he began OHH OHH OHH and he was almost
out of control as he pulled out a little too much and
with a long OHHH FUUUUUUCK he first sprayed my ass
cheeks with the watery stuff and then shot a long
creamy string of cum up to the back of my
head....grunting and rustling around he got his boner
back in me and making a great deal of noise  "ohhh"
and  "ahh ahh ahh" he shot the rest of his load inside
me.  He was hurting me by holding my hips too tight.
When the shots were all fired he pulled me against his
groin as tight as he could and rotated his hips to try
for more friction... then humping me as his dick began
to lose it's hard-on.  "Holy Christ!   Let's lay on
the bed Donny"  Jimmy's voice was weak and there was a
lot of perspiration on his face now.  I felt as weak
as Jimmy sounded but at the same time I felt totally
FANTASTIC.

We lay on our sides with his stomach against my back,
Jimmy's cock was just firm enough for him to push it
back inside me.  That felt good too.  Jimmy laying up
against my back felt his own cum oozing down from my
back onto his stomach and chest..  I told him I
thought this was the wildest I'd ever seen him.  He
was raging horny and had given me the fuck of my life
.  Jimmy said that he really had felt extra horny and
he got that way because the haircutting had gotten  me
so hot and bothered. It was contagious!

He also said that it was some kind of a chain reaction
and everything combined had gotten him hotter than the
sun.  I said "Yeah, that plus the fact you haven't had
any sex for almost 10 weeks."   "Well, yeah that too".
 Jimmy mumbled as he licked my neck some and we were
still coming down a little,  but breathing OK now.
"You taste good and you smell just as good as you
taste."  He told me.  I said "Hey, aren't those  my
lines,  Jimmy?"  "Yeah, but I wanted to beat you to
them because I love the way you taste and the way you
smell too?"  I had that thought about the aliens
again...Hmmmm  Is this 'my' Jimmy??     I told him he
is sounding more and more like me... which is a good
thing.  Then I added "There's a chance we can make a
go of this room mate thing."  And Jimmy said in
between licks "Fucking A !"  Whatever than means....

We were done with sex that first night, but we had
baptized that place pretty good and in the process
Jimmy managed to turn my depression into ecstasy.
He's a clever boy....

Donny Mumford      thinat20@yahoo.com