Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2012 04:45:49 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com> Subject: OLIVER'S ADVENTURES Chapter 14 (ALEXANDER) by Donny Mumford OLIVER'S ADVENTURES Chapter 14 (Alexander) by Donny Mumford My roommate, Joey Gallo, emailed me just as I'm about to leave for Delaware. His email tells me he got home safely, although his mother grilled him about my care the whole way home. He's in the doctor's waiting room now thinking about how awkward it'll be having someone other than me helping him with his bathroom necessities, so he's decided to skip bathing until he gets back with me. Then he adds, 'I can't believe how much I'm missing my servant! I hope you don't think I'm giving you another weekend off until my casts come off'. I laugh at his 'servant' comment. The email goes on to confirm he'll be back in the dorm Monday. No classes on Monday because of some professors conference which gives us students a welcome three day weekend. Ya know, it's nice someone misses me, and I miss Joey too. I love our bathroom routine so Joey not bathing until Monday doesn't bother me at all, especially now that I've discovered that little fetish of Joey's about shaved pubes. I really stumbled into that discovery; lucky me, and Joey too apparently. I reply with a text message telling him I'm just about to leave for Delaware and my fingers are crossed all goes well with his doctor's appointment, ending my text with, 'I bet I miss you more then you miss me!' Then, while throwing some stuff in my overnight bag I think about how lucky both of us are that we got to be each other's roommate. Can't wait till Joey gets the casts off his arms and leg because I'm anxious to see if our relationship grows. He says he likes to hug; how nice to be hugged by him. That thought gets me smiling. We won't be doing our bathroom routine when his casts are off I suppose, but maybe we can do a circle jerk like he says he did with his bud as a kid...haha. Why not? I keep changing my mind about Joey's sexuality, but recently I'm leaning towards maybe this and maybe that, meaning I'm really not sure. It's obvious that I quickly get attached to cute boys in my life, especially when they're as nice to me as Joey; hell, I've also occasionally gotten attached to some that aren't real nice to me, like Myers, who's not particularly nice. He's sexy though and seems to have a thing for me. And then there's that hottie Mike Sullivan from the Wildwood; he certainly wasn't very nice to me. No, but Mike has a sort of irresistible magnetism, or maybe it's some kind of supernatural hypnotic spell he can put on me. Hell, I don't know exactly what it is, but all I know is that there's something very special about that buzz-cut boy who acts rough and tough even though he's got that cute baby face; it's mostly his mesmerizing persona that captivates me and I'm still pissed at myself for not taking the motorbike ride with him. I still get a buzzing feeling in my balls remembering the two times I ran into him; well, the second time was the really good one. Thinking about Wildwood eventually brought me back to Alexander North who's the reason for my trip to Delaware in the first place. My dick gets this squirmy feeling thinking about me fucking Alexander. Jesus, my dick is always active anyway; am I overly horny, I wonder? I don't know what's normal, so screw it. All the messing around I've been doing with Joey is sexy fun, I know that much. Of course Joey's the one who gets his rocks off, and then I get my rocks off in the bathroom alone. In my limited experience I know getting myself off can't compare to fucking a guy or being fucked. And I like getting fucked even more than doing the fucking although, I can get dizzy fantasizing about either one. It's not like I've had no experience fucking guys because in the last six months I've fucked the mailroom boy Pete a few times, and Alexander a few times, and even my girlfriend's brother, Myers. None of them for a very long time though, and not very often to say the least. My sex life is mostly one shot deals, one and done. A couple of more times with Alexander, but that's my entire sexual portfolio as regards fucking, and that covers nineteen years. I'm real anxious to expand upon it this trip. Seeing Alexander again is something I've been eagerly looking forward to for a few months now. We're young though, and things change quickly so I'm not sure what to expect. Putting my small satchel in the passenger seat of my Mini, it's too chilly today to make the drive with the Mimi Cooper's top down. Then I decide, screw it, I'm putting the top down anyway. With the windows up and the heat on, I drive off with the top down feeling kinda cool. Alexander emailed me directions which is reassuring since I'd recently had that bad luck with MapQuest. I need a GPS though, and I'm gonna get one too. As I mentioned, I'm excited and a little nervous, but that's understandable because I'm spending the weekend with someone I met for only a week early last summer. We don't actually know each other all that well, and like I said, things can change quickly with us teens. What I often think about is that unique feeling of being sucked-off by Alexander that first time. Maybe I'm enhancing the memory, but I remember it being an unbelievable orgasm. Well, it was the first time anyone sucked my dick so it's understandable why I remember it so vividly. I had no idea something could feel that hot and sexy, and it's still the only blow job I've ever had. Yeah, it was a great climax I had when he sucked me off. I'd tried my best to duplicate Alexander's technique when I sucked Frankie's cock that time; but the truth is, having Frankie's dick in my mouth forced all other thoughts out of my head. Now I begin thinking about Frankie again. Those little round eyeglasses and his pretty, cute face with his bright red hair and, of course, swapping spit with him. God damn it all, I love him so much and miss him so. His smell was on my arms that last time we were together. It's the time I maneuvered him into fucking me and I had my arms around his neck holding him tight for so long I could still smell his scent on my arm driving home. Naturally I couldn't stop smelling my arm which must have looked weird to other drivers. My heart hurts that I can't see Frankie and I still need to wait six more weeks before that bitch Darleen will even let him email me. I truly hate her with a passion. Then, trying to concentrate on positive things, I think about Alexander and the weekend ahead of me. Alexander wants me to go directly to his barbershop and I'm to arrive right after the shop closes, which is why I didn't leave the campus until late Saturday afternoon. He wants me to see his barbershop and then I'll get a much needed haircut. After that we'll get cleaned up and go to the private gay club he belongs to; the one Alexander's belonged to since graduating from high school. The club doesn't even open until nine o'clock so there isn't any rush. We'll have a fancy dinner with some of his friends and then he and I will spend the night in Alexander's condo over his barbershop. Nice to have rich parents. Alexander's a year older than me, but still not old enough to drink booze legally, although we can drink at a private club, which we intend doing. Sounds like grown-up type fun, but the sex is what really has monopolized my dreams about this trip. I'd found fault with Alexander last summer because of his occasional feminine affectations and he isn't really a very good 'top, not that I'm very experienced myself. He's a sexy 'bottom' for me though, and like I said earlier he's an expert at oral sex and he's a sweet, funny, likable guy too. At least he was that week in Wildwood. And his driving directions are perfect too as I arrive at his barbershop at twenty minutes to six, which is early so I'll walk around for a few minutes. Parking across the street, I check out at the barbershop. It doesn't look like any barbershops I'm familiar with; it looks kinda classy and expensive in a brand new strip mall consisting of six attached businesses under a complex of condos. It's new, but built to look like something from a Charles Dickens story. Old fashioned lamp post, shutters on the windows of the brick buildings, heavy paneled doors and it's very cool and, like I said, expensive looking. There's a Godiva chocolate shop, Wine an Spirits shop, Coach leather goods shop, and others like that. Alexander's parents are rich and I'm not sure how the got that way, but they've certainly set-up Alexander in a very upscale location. He's never acted like he's a rich kid with me; he always seems like most kids I know. Of course I've only known him a week, which suddenly concerns me for some reason as I walk around this newly built community. You know, I'm spending a weekend with someone I hardly know. Hmm, but he was great in Wildwood so why would he be different now? Smoking a Marlboro lights, I gawk at my surroundings wandering if I'm getting myself worried about nothing. Spending a weekend with a friend is new to me, that's all. I need to be more confident; that's the new me, experiencing new adventures while I learn about life. It's almost six o'clock now, so I walk back to my car and see a middle aged man and his son walk out of Alexander's barbershop. Their haircuts look good, the man has a new regular haircut and the teenage boy is rocking a hot looking spiked haircut. A minute later another young fellow in his early twenties comes out in a bit of a hurry, putting on a windbreaker. He has that stylish faux hawk haircut that Alexander gave me way last summer. The guy who just walked out is wearing a shirt with his name and the name of the barbershop embroidered over the pocket; the shirt has epaulets on the shoulders. He's probably the assistant Alexander told me he was having a difficult time training. Kind of a cute kid in a chunky sort of way, sort of like Myers. I watch him walk down the block till he turns up the next street. Nice ass! Then Alexander opens the door and looks around. I smile because I know he sees my Mini Cooper with me standing next to it, but he does a theatrical shrug and pretends locking up for the night. I call over, "Hey, mister barber dude, I'm not too late for a haircut, am I?" He ignores me for a second and then shows me his great smile and I relax thinking I worried about nothing. Alexander's the same as I remember, as he comes over to me smiling. I'm smiling too, muttering, "Hi Alexander, it's..." He says nothing, just kisses me on the lips and it reminds me of our first day together when Alexander inhaled off his cigarette and kissed me as I was sitting on a stool in the North's Wildwood kitchen. It was after my haircut. Today, during our kiss, my exhale of cigarette smoke enveloped Alexander's head, just like his exhale during our kiss that day had enveloped mine. It's reassuring and nice so I put my free arm around his neck and kiss him back. He's a very good kisser and my dick takes notice. Right here on the street Alexander sucks my tongue into his mouth and licks it while moaning, "Mmmmm mmmm". Man, it's so hot kissing with another guys, I swear I could cream my jeans. Alexander pulls away and says, "I love you pretty white boys cause ya all taste so good". I say, "Never mind that boy, get my luggage and follow me". He goes, "Yessa, Massa," as he takes my small satchel and off we go laughing and purposely bumping against one another as we cross the street. We're like two thirteen year olds having a sleep over. Alexander did a lot of his 'step and fetch it' routine, or whatever it's called, and it's usually good for a laugh. I'll bet few of his customers are even aware he's African American. His father is of African descent, but like Tiger Woods, his father's a mix of racial genes including Asian. Plus, Alexander's mother is a blond and as lilly white as she can be without being an albino. Alexander's father must be a very handsome man if his son takes after him. I'm told Alexander's father is, or was, a wide receiver for the NFL Dallas Cowboys back in the day. His mother was a beautiful Dallas Cowboy cheerleader back then, although I need to take their word for that because now she's fat and far from beautiful. Be that as it may, the parents conceived Alexander and he's one handsome twenty year old, you better believe that. Light brown skin with Caucasian facial features and large, sparkling brown eyes, beautiful teeth and unique dark brown and very thick hair. Great body too. His father's athletic abilities show up in Alexander's golf game and his mother's artistic side shows up in Alexander's talent for styling hair. Alexander has had boyfriends, but not many, and anyway he and I kinda think we're in love although not really. We're in 'like' and that has a lot to do with sex. Well, that's not completely it because last summer we had a lot of other kinds of fun together too, not just sex. We're sex buddies. Alexander's rocking a new hair style himself now. His hair's been straightened and cut to about a half-inch length all over his head, and his entire hairline is outlined in a neat, crisp razor detail. I use to love grabbing a handful of his soft dense hair in each of my hands, pulling his head back while I fucked him. This stylish haircut of his doesn't surprise me at all because he's in the business. If anything, Alexander's better looking and sexier than I remember. His handsome face with the warm smile and big bright brown eyes, along with his lithe, tight body makes for a sexy boy. An enticing body for sure, highlighted by a perfectly shaped bubble butt ass. He's hot and arousing and I'm blinking my eyes and coughing that phony cough in anticipation of having sex with him. "Come on, Oliver, I can't wait to show you my cool barbershop. You look good enough to eat, but that mop of hair is begging for a haircut." He chuckles and I find I'm tongue-tied for the moment so I just grin as we walk across the street. Halfway across Alexander takes my hand and pulls me with him, anxious for me to see the place he's so proud of. It makes me feel like a little boy in one way, but in another way, him holding my hand makes my dick move around in my tightie-whitie jockey shorts.The inside of the barbershop replicates the 1800s theme of the outside. There are two brand-new old fashion barber chairs; the ones with black leather backs and seats with white porcelain arm rest, and ornate steel foot rests. The chairs' backs crank down so that the customers' head can be over the sink that's behind each chair for shaving or shampooing purposes. Eight red upholstered waiting chairs with metal arms sit along the side wall. A lot of mirrors and period pieces for decoration. It's cool alright as trendy rock music plays out of hidden speakers. Alexander, still holding my hand, says with a chuckle, "Lets take all this luggage upstairs to the apartment, Oliver." He's carrying my small satchel with his free hand as he pulled me along with him, holding my hand with his other one. I stumble trying to keep up and Alexander chuckles again, saying "Aren't you the anxious one. Don't worry Oliver, I'm going to take good care of you." Scratching my head, not at all sure what he's talking about, I wasn't being particularly anxious, I tripped because he's pulling me. Still, it all gives me a funny buzzing feeling in my stomach because I sense Alexander's in control; I'm in his world this weekend, not mine. This is all new to me and I do have a shiver of anticipation about the unknown, about what's coming next; but it's a pleasurable sensation actually. Not wanting to be the little mouse Oliver of old, I force myself to relax and enjoy the ride. It's like Christian's friend, Daddy says, 'Be docile, boy,' haha. Plus, it's obvious Alexander's developed some confidence in the months since I last saw him, and apparently he's also eliminated the feminine routine entirely. I guess having your own condo and your own successful business will do that for ya. The atmosphere surrounding Alexander is different from last summer; he's matured some I guess. Following him through a door which leads to a small room that's set-up with the same old-fashioned barber chair and mirrors as the main barbershop, we go through to the next room which is obviously his office, with a half bath attached. Then he pulls me through yet another doorway and up the steps to his condo, Alexander still leading me and holding my hand. Holding hands with another boy is a very erotic thing to me; it's so hot, but I rarely get the chance to do it. Alexander's hand is bigger than mine and this adds to that sensation I had of being a little boy with big boy Alexander. His palm against mine is very sexy and I feel myself slipping into that delicious trance-like state some guys can put me in, although not recently. They don't know they're doing it; I just let myself go and follow their lead. It makes for a dreamy, sexy, almost dizzy state of mind and it's quite pleasant. Alexander drops my satchel as soon as we enter his apartment and then firmly pulls me into his tight body and hugs me with both arms. He's three or four inches taller than me so it's convenient for him to kiss the top of my head as he squeezes me tighter in his strong arms. Then he kisses the side of my forehead with a long wet kiss, murmuring, "Oh man, I missed you Oliver. Shit, we've only known each other for a short time so how did you manage to sneak inside my head like this? Huh?" Okay, my worries that Alexander lost interest in me can be put to rest. Another kiss on my cheek, as he says, "We're going to have a great time Oliver. Oh my God, you smell good." One last tight hug and he let's me go entirely, "Come on in the kitchen and I'll make us a vodka and tonic." I nod my head and follow him into the kitchen, wondering what a vodka and tonic will taste like. Not that it matters because Alexander's put me in a satisfying trance and I feel funny, but awesome too. This is a new thing; this sensation I'm experiencing is new. Alexander's in charge? Actually it's what I was hoping for in Wildwood, but it seems he wanted inexperienced me to lead us. With the beginnings of a boner in my pants, I marvel at how hot Alexander is with that new hair style, and he's lost lost some weight too, and those shoulders! Working-out at the gym is really paying off for him. The apartment's new of course and very nice, although it pales in comparison to my brother's place. That condo is luxurious and probably cost ten times what this place cost. That being said, I much prefer Alexander's place because it's totally contemporary inside with brushed chrome appliances in the kitchen and off-white cushions on the seats and a number of earth-tone designer throw rugs here and there on the shiny hardwood floors. Everything gleams. Odd shaped floor lamps create shadows and bright spots that I suppose would be kind of creepy if it wasn't so cool. Alexander mixes our drinks as I sit on one of three round counter stools staring at Alexander, who's very serious as he deliberately measures the vodka into a shot glass before pouring it into tall glasses with thick bottoms. Then he scoops in small, square, clear ice cubes to fill the glass half-way, and then tonic and a squeeze from wedges of lime, and then finished the drink by dropping the wedge in each glass. Everything Alexander does is unhurried and deliberate which is exactly how he cut my hair last summer. It's the way he does everything, I guess. Done making the drinks, he wipes the counter with a clean dish towel and gives me the sexiest smile as hands me my drink. "Hope ya like it," he says, and lifts his glass for a toast. We click the rims of our glasses together and take a swallow. It's bitter, so I guess I don't like tonic, but I'm in this trance like mood so don't want to break it by asking for orange juice instead of the tonic. He takes a long pull on his drink, and goes, "Mmmmm. I needed that. Long day, but now you're here and I get my second wind. How ya been, Oliver?" When I start talking it breaks my spell somewhat, which is too bad but I couldn't very well stay a zombie all night. We reminisce a bit and then do that thing where he tells me something that he thinks will be impressive, and then I try to top it by telling him something about Pennsylvania University, and so forth. We smoke and have a second drink and this time I do ask for orange juice. When we're done trying to impress each other, and we're both quiet for a second, I feel Alexander staring at me so I look him in the eye, and ask, "What?" This makes him chuckle, then say, "You don't have any idea how special you are, do you?" I'm like, "Say what? Are you trying to break my balls again, Alexander?" I thought we're going to rag on each other for a while like we did in Wildwood, but Alexander slowly shakes his head grinning, then says, "No, I'm serious, dude. I've never met anyone like you Oliver, and I don't just mean how cute you are, and you are the cutest guy I ever dated, but it's also you're so, um, innocent I guess it is." With that he ruffles my hair and cups the back of my head pulling my head to his and kisses me gently on my lips. Then he recreates the kiss he'd given me earlier when he first greeting me standing on the sidewalk. A long kiss and both my arms go around his neck hugging him. I consider creaming my pants when he pulls away, saying, "Jesus Christ, Oliver, I'm going to soil my boxers any second now. You are the hottest thing I ever ran into," and he laughs his cool laugh. I take a deep breath and remind myself, 'Don't forget to enjoy every second, be reckless'. Lighting a cigarette, Alexander takes a drag and a big gulp of his drink right on top of the drag, blowing smoke out his nose as he swallows, staring into my eyes. I'm drifting into that trance again as Alexander hands me the cigarette he'd just taken a drag off of and lights himself another one. When he has it lit, he goes, "Yeah, that's it, you seem so innocent, Oliver. I know you're not all that innocent of course, you fucked my brains out last summer, but you seem innocent just the same. Ya know, I jerked off for a couple of months after that week we had together just thinking about you fucking me. God, that was a hot time! Wasn't it?" He takes another drag followed by another pull on his vodka and tonic as I nod that 'yes' it was a hot time. For some reason he laughs again and says, "I know I keep repeating myself, but you're so fucking cute! Come on, let's get that hair of yours cut; it looks like hell". He comes around from behind the kitchen bar and takes my hand again to lead me downstairs to the smaller room with the single barber chair. He goes, "As long as I can remember I've had this fantasy about cutting hair while I'm completely naked." He chuckles when I give him a startled look, and then he says, "I know, I know, it's nuts; and anyway I'm still not ballsy enough to do it, how 'bout we do the haircut in just our boxer shorts?" and he pulls his shirt over his head and kicks off his Italian leather loafers. He isn't wearing socks. He drops his linen slacks and, picking everything up, he says with a laugh, "Come on, get undressed, Oliver." His smooth body is so perfect I just stare at it for a moment. The manner in which he says everything and the casual way he undressed in front of me has me back in the dreamy trance-like state of mind. My balls are buzzing and that weird, sexy feeling slithers around in my stomach and groin. I need to take another deep breath and then do two fake coughs. Alexander goes, "Please, Oliver, it's my fantasy, but only with you. I wouldn't feel comfortable doing it with anybody else. If you really don't want to though, that's okay too." I pull my Polo golf shirt over my head as he smiles at me a big beaming smile that makes me smile back at him. "Thanks, man" he mumbles, fiddling with a control panel that changes the music. I take off all my clothes except my jockey shorts, wishing I'd worn boxers today. Alexander pats the seat of the barber chair wanting me to get up onto it. "Remember, Oliver, no talking. I like to really concentrate." I nod my head again. Staying in this trance, I don't want to talk anyway. The leather seat is soft and very comfortable, but I feel silly sitting here almost naked. Then I'm trying to place the music Alexander's turned on; it's some guy singing along with an orchestra. Some old time singer of love songs I've never heard before. The guy's voice is smooth as can be, but kind of corny too. Alexander picks-up a clean, crisp white cape with black pin stripes and snaps it in the air opening it, then lets it float down around me. The whole scene is hypnotic to me. The cape feels cool on my bare skin as Alexander wraps a strip of tissue around my neck leaning close to my ear, whispering, "It's Johnny Mathias singing. He's from the fifties or sixties and he's gay. His singing makes me feel sexy. What do ya think?" As usual, I nod my head which gets Alexander chuckling as he pulls the cape up around my neck. "Sit up, Oliver," he says sternly while reaching over the back of the chair with both hands under the cape to grab either sides of my waist and pull me up against the back of that big barber chair. "Stay like this, okay? Can ya do that, Oliver?" Of course I can, so I give my normal head nod as I feel my dick begin stiffening-up. For some reason my face gets red and I need to take a number of short breaths. The way he talks to me, as if I'm a little boy, is having a sexual effect, somehow playing with something in my subconscious mind. The barber's cape now has a small tent at my lap, indicating where my semi-hard cock is located. Everything Alexander does seems totally sensual to me, which is not at all what I'd expected or remembered from last summer. He cranks the back of the barber chair down and soon I'm almost lying flat on my back, which emphasizes the tent at my lap. He says nothing about my little tent, just turns on some water and I hear a bottle top pop off and I smell savory shampoo. Closing my eyes, enjoying being touched, which makes me think of Joey. This must be kinda how he feels when I'm bathing and taking care of him. Yes, it's truly a pleasurable feeling, but I can't describe it exactly; saying it's a dreamy, relaxing trance with very serious sexual overtones, topped-off with an almost scary feeling is the best I can describe it. You know, scary because I'm never sure what's coming next next. That's part of the submissive attraction for me, 'What's he going to do next?' and guys like me relish that kind of thing. Us submissive types like to put ourselves in someone's hands and be temporarily under someone's control, but there's always that degree of apprehension of 'What's he going to do next?' It makes me wonder if Joey's submissive too. In any case, this kind of situation, when unplanned and done correctly like Alexander's doing it, works for me in a big way. The fact that Alexander does everything so slowly and deliberately adds to the sensation a lot. He begins by wetting and then washing my hair, massaging my scalp and the back of my neck with his fingers. Warm thick suds and strong, long fingers. I love the feeling, and concentrate on every movement his finger tips make on my scalp and down near the back of my neck. It's so seductive. After doing that for a few luscious minutes he rinses out the shampoo, and I think of the time I shampooed Frankie's hair in the shower of that little bathroom off my bedroom. Frankie closed his eyes and lulled his head this way and that while moaning his little moan. It's such a pleasurable thing to have a boy shampooing my hair and I realize that, just like Frankie, I'm lulling my head this way and that as Alexander moves it. It's like I'm indicating, 'Do whatever you want to do to me Alexander, this feels so fine'. Done rinsing, he works some nice manly smelling conditioner all through my longish hair and rinses that out too. The old time singer croons on in the smoothest sound I think I've ever heard and it's putting me further and further into my wonderful trance. And yes, the two vodka drinks help everything along too. Alexander quietly pumps the back of the chair up straight again and then pulled me up against the back of the chair like he did earlier. His long fingered hands on either side of my waist gives me goose bumps on my arms and shivers all around my belly. He whispers in an out-of-breath voice, "Stay up straight for me, Oliver, please". I put my shoulders back and sit as straight as I can, wanting to please, Alexander. From the moment I got up in this big barber's chair I've had a firm dick, one that went from firm to semi-hard during the shampoo. Sitting here after the shampoo my dick's back to just being firm, but every stage it goes through feels sexy and warm. This all all quite sensual somehow and my balls are slowly churning sperm, just waiting for the signal to go into high gear. What a titillating feeling. Then the sound of a hair dryer, followed by Alexander running his fingers through my hair to help with the drying. When my hair is dry he brushes it with a semi-stiff bristled brush that gets my scalp tingling all over. Alexander then begins massaging up the back of my head with his strong fingers, and then along both my shoulders, and he tightly grips my biceps simultaneously and then a firm massage of both shoulders and then up the back of my head again. My body's alive with shivers and shudders as I quietly blow out short bursts of air after each quick intake, all the time sitting up as straight as a Marine. It's making me slightly dizzy. The head massage becomes more of an upper body massage with his strong hands and fingers making me squirm in the chair, my eyes closed. It's almost like I'm getting too much stimulation so I need to cut off the visuals by closing my eyes. He now has both arms around the back of the chair and under my cape massaging my bare nipples, chest, and waist down low near my groin. I go, "Ohhh" and move away from the back of the chair as shivers zing around my body with Alexander saying, more sternly than last time, "Sit straight, Oliver"! I slide back in the chair and up straight again as Alexander puts both his hands inside my jockey shorts; his left hand cupping under my nuts and the index finger of his right hand pushing against my hole. I moan, "Ahhh," as he pushes his finger tip in my hole and squeezes my balls. Precum rolls down my six inch bone hard cock. Pushing his finger all the way up inside me causing my legs to stiffen and I made a hissing sound through my lips as my entire body shakes. Alexander's face is against the side of my mine as he stands behind finger fucking me. Our cheeks rub together and I smell his boyish aroma. I'm thinking how erotic this has become. It's kinda like what I do for Joey except Alexander is also gently squeezing my nuts along with fingering my hole. I don't know which stimulation to concentrate on from one second to the next, the sensations in my hole or my squeezed nuts. It's gets so I going, "Ohh," before he even squeezes my balls, just from the anticipation. I'm very geared-up and fully turned-on and ready to go along with anything Alexander has in mind, then he simply stops everything, pulls his finger out and lets go of my balls. While he washes his hands I'm doing another long hissing sound as my shoulders shudder involuntarily with my head shaking back and forth in little quick jerks. In his usual deliberate way Alexander comes around in front of me now and lifts the cape exposing my throbbing boner. The same boner Alexander had just situated so that my cock's head is up past the waist band of my jockey underwear. The head of my cock is dripping wet. He pulls my jockey shorts down on my thighs and leather feels funny on my ass. Moving my boner here and there he's using sing a pair of small barber's scissors cutting my pubic hairs. After a few cuts he fakes cutting my cock and looks up at me with pretend concern look and mutters, "Oops". Everything's always fun to him. I stare back at him, hypnotized. Rubbing my nuts and ruffling through my pubes, combing them up with his fingers, he again takes hold of my boner and sucks the precum off the head, then sticks the tip of his tongue in my pee slit for a few seconds. With a small giggle, he looks up at me again with his mischievous grin, then makes a face like, 'How'd ya like that?'. Naturally I'm very aroused and all I can do is smile back at him and nod my head slightly. He's so good looking. Without further ado he casually and methodically goes back to cutting off my pubic hairs using only the scissors. It's clip after clip after clip and it takes maybe two minutes; when he's done it looks like my pubes were buzzed off with clippers to a quarter of an inch length all over. I wouldn't have thought it was possible to do that with scissors. I stared at his face the whole time with him showing very little expression; he was back to being business-like. He'd been holding my boner all during the cutting and now that he's done, he squeezed it a little too hard and lets go leaving it standing straight up from my crotch. After that squeeze he looks me in the eyes again with a small smile, then a smirk. He keeps staring in my eyes, his eyes at the top of their sockets, as he slowly licks more of my precum, then licks some drippings off his fingers. When his fingers are clean, using a big soft brush, he slowly and deliberately brushes every single clipped pubic hair off my stomach, groin, and legs. That maneuver gets my dick harder yet. Through all these activities I can't stop staring at his handsome face that's now changing expressions, but all of them reflect calm, bemusement. I want to join Alexander in his light-hearted mood, but in my mind I'm interpreting everything he does as erotic, not funny. He tilts his head to one side a little as he gently takes hold of my thighs and pulls me slightly forward. I'm breathing a little more regularly by now, watching Alexander get comfortable kneeling in front of me and just like that he sucks my nuts into his mouth. Again totally unexpected, although in this case it shouldn't have been because he'd done basically the same thing last summer. Involuntarily my ass lifts off the seat as I'm grunting, "Agg, agg, ah, ah," while he hums on my balls while licking them with his talented tongue. I'm holding myself off the seat with my forearms on the white porcelain arms of that barber chair and my feet firmly planted on the decorative foot rest. In his mouth my nuts are dripping wet and vibrating. Alexander's stimulation puts them into high gear real fast and that tantalizing feeling of sperm rolling around in my balls has me grunting through my tightly closed lips. When I'm right on the edge of blowing my load Alexander abruptly pulls his mouth off my my balls scraping them against his upper and lower teeth as they exit that warm, juicy place. He quickly replaces my nuts with my boned-up cock as it goes inside that same warm, wet mouth and he immediately swallows the head with the aid of some throat action. My cock throbs and expands and pulsates with pre cum. I'm fully off the seat now making gagging sounds and blowing spit in a fine spay with each gagging sound I make. My chin's wet with my saliva. He stimulates my cock in mysterious ways inside his mouth and throat and I last only about a minute before, still totally off the seat of the barber chair and squealing-out some weird high pitched squeal, I fired a huge load of cum right down Alexander's throat, then tightening my muscles my cock spews more cum down his throat, as I'm hearing my own squeal, I'm wondering, 'Who's sounding girlie now?' My third groin contraction quickly follows and this part of my orgasm feels just as intense as the first, and then another string of cum pours from my cock. The head of my boner's out of his throat now as I continue to contract my groin muscles squeezing out drools of cum into Alexander's mouth. He's sucking on my pee slit helping me get every drop of spunk up and out of my rotating nuts. I consciously try to turn the girly squealing sound I'd made into a sentence, but it comes out as a high voiced gibberish, "Tha that..No, no, I mean, oh, oh no, oh, ah," I babble as Alexander continues to gently suck and tongue my cock milking my balls dry. He pulls my cock from his mouth entirely now and squeezes it to see if he can milk anymore spunk out, and then he licks from the base of my boner up to the head and all around the sides until it's totally slippery with spit. He continues holding my cock in his hand after he stops licking it, almost like it belongs to him and maybe it does. I'm sitting back down on the seat trying not to pass out as after shocks from that awesome climax are still zipping around my groin, and the black streaming lines that filled my vision are fading and my heartbeat calming down, but all kinds of pleasure feelings remain in my brain. The pleasure sensations during climax were so intense for me they were almost painful. Everything radiated out from my groin to my thighs and belly and ass and down to my feet making my toes curl. It would be hard to imagine a wilder climax than the one I just had. My eyes close again as my head lulls back on the black leather cushion of that barber chair as I enjoy all of it for a minute or so more. It had all been so unexpected I almost felt like, 'What just happened here?' When I open my eyes Alexander's there with a big grin. There's a drop of my cum at the corner of his mouth, as he asks, "How'd ya like the shampoo and conditioner? They're called "Gents Only" and you can't buy them in stores. They can only be purchased by professional hair stylist like myself, but I'll get some for you if you like." I try to give a smart-ass reply, but I stutter instead, managing only, "Tha tha that wa was was ..oh my Ga God, awesome cum shot, dude!" Alexander pats the side of my ass gently and smiles, saying, "Just for you, Oliver, just for you. Ya want another drink?" I go, "Sure," and as he turns I notice his boner's poking out the front of his boxer shorts. I'd forgotten how long his cock was and it makes me grunt just looking at it quickly. I ask for a rum and coke this time and Alexander gets himself another vodka and tonic. After a while he puts a Counting Crow's CD on and out pours the unique song, "Round Here" which is another one of my very favorite tunes. I took off my jockey shorts entirely while he was making the new drinks. What the hell, might as well be naked because Alexander will take them off for me anytime he wants. The cap's still covering my body anyway. Alexander's looking very pleased with himself. I'm wondering what's next, but don't ask 'cause I'm still enjoying the way he got me off with the oral sex. Hot! He sure knows how to draw it out and extend the sexiness, and the end result was over the top. I feel so satisfied, so content. A concern enters my mind that I won't be able to fuck him hot enough after being so sexually satisfied, and it'll have to be after dinner in any case because I probably won't be able to get a boner until then. We listen to the entire Counting Crows CD and drink our drinks without talking, me still sitting in the big old-fashioned barber chair with the cape still around my neck covering my body, but now without a tent at my lap. It's covering my naked groin that now has quarter inch pubes, which I'm absently rubbing my fingers through under the cape. From time to time we smile at each other and everything's awesome, and I'm feeling relaxed now too. Except for worrying that I won't be able to give Alexander a really good fucking, everything else feels relaxed and very fine. Listening to the Counting Crows, Alexander shows off a few cool dance moves. I glance at the clock on the wall and see it's a little after seven-thirty and the club we're going to won't open until nine o'clock so we were in good shape. When the CD's over Alexander says, "Okay, Oliver, now for your haircut. Sit-up straight and please stay as quiet as you've been, you cute boyfriend you." I love hearing we're boyfriends and smile at Alexander. He leans over and kisses me on the lips, then switching CD's to the moody Van Morrison tunes we listened to when he gave me the first haircut in Wildwood." I don't know many Van Morrison songs, but the man is a one of a kind artist, I'll say that for him, and his voice, low in the background, brings back memories of that first haircut from Alexander, and memories of that first blow job too. This one was even better. He does my entire haircut with scissors, comb, and his fingers and like last summer lots and lots of my hair drops into my cape. Just like last summer, Alexander doesn't ask me how I want my hair cut, he cuts it the way he wants and that's cool, but much of my hair is piling up in my lap it gets scary, and for some reason my limp dick actually moves. I check my reflection in the large mirror in front of me and need to stifle a gasp at how short my hair is. It looks almost as short as Frankie's, barely long enough so that it will lay down flat on my head. Alexander takes a long time cutting it and it's obvious he loves cutting hair and I like to think he likes cutting my hair best. I know I have thick hair, but the follicles are fine. When I think he's surely done, he combs it up and cuts off another half inch all over the top so the hairs at the crown of my head stand up like bristles. Then he deliberately cuts my already short bangs shorter, right up to my hair at the top of my forehead, and now I know what he's doing; he's cutting my hair exactly like his haircut and for some reason that gives me a sexual charge and my cock, that I thought would be resting until after dinner, stirs in my pants enough that I want to stroke it. Satisfied my hair's short enough, Alexander uses a straight razor to altered my hairline to suit his idea of how it should look. The razor's so sharp he doesn't even need to wet my hair or use shaving creme. It takes about fifteen minutes to do the shaving and I watch him do it in the mirror from start to finish. His concentration is total and not a single nick from the razor. I gotta admit it looks so cool when he's done. He's an artist, a perfectionist. Finally he asks, "What do you think, Oliver?" I turn my head this way and that, and then say, "We're twins and that's so cool. I love my haircut, Alexander, thank you.." He smiles such a big beautiful smile as he's squeezing the back of my neck in an affectionate way I smile too. You'd of thought he'd just won first prize in, in something. No matter that I really think that it's way too short, I say it was awesome because I couldn't hurt his feelings. And, it is cool, but probably too cool for me; that's all I'm saying. Hair styling is Alexander's thing, not particularly mine, so what the hell do I know. The thing about hair I like the best is that it grows back. There's still a lot of fussing that Alexander needs to do, brushing every tiny piece of hair off me and carefully taking off the cape full of hair and putting a clean half cape back on me so he can make the slightest adjustment here and there. All the fussing around gets me back in a partial trance like state that's so peaceful and pleasant, and even though I'm sexually satisfied as of an hour ago from that amazing blow job, Alexander fussing over me is making me feel kind of sexy again. The room's warm and I'm use to being naked by now I'm quite comfortable. Alexander finally does say, "Alright," to himself and pulls the little cape off me so I'm completely exposed sitting here up tight to the back of the chair. Alexander, still wearing only his boxer shorts, says, "Just stay there, Oliver." Using a small white towel he rubs his arms, body, and legs removing little snips of my hair that attached themselves to him. Then he picks up a packet off the counter and sticks it in the waist band of his boxers, and while walking around in front of me, he quietly says, "Relax, Oliver. You'll enjoy this." I have that thrilling, scary feeling again wondering, 'What's he going to do now'. Standing directly in front of me he spread my legs and pulls on them so I slide down the seat towards him. When my rear-end is at the edge of the seat he pushes my right leg up and over the chair's porcelain arm rest, the underside of my knee resting on the arm of the chair and then he does the same with my left leg on the left arm rest. Alexander puts a small towel under each leg resting over the side of the barber's chair asking, "Does that feel comfortable?" I'm looking at the ceiling mumbling, "Uh huh," and I feel his warm, wet tongue on my buttocks. First the right cheek and then the left, lots of licking and sucking followed by a long lap the entire length of my ass crack and right over my hole. My whole body shudders and squirms in that big chair as he laps my ass again, this time pressing his tongue more firmly against my crack just below my anus, then right on my it and the lips of my asshole vibrate, then he presses his tongue up above my hole and right over my anus lips five quick laps getting it quivering again. He laps under my nut sack pulling my bag of nuts up away from my body and lets them flop back down dripping with spit against my ass. He repeats this entire lapping thing a half dozen times and I'm squirming in the chair thinking about the time I licked Frankie's hole and almost shot my cum load right then and there. My hands are all over Alexander's head rubbing his short hair and then pull on his short hair as I'm gulping trying not some to cum again. I'd thought that my cock was in a sexually satisfied state, but I guess I was wrong because Alexander's rimming has my cock very hard and all of a sudden I realize that I'm not going to be getting Alexander off by fucking him; he's going to get himself off by fucking me. And this whole unexpected scenario has me ridiculously aroused. More of that dominate/submissive thing I guess; it's the way Alexander is doing exactly what he wants, when he wants; that's the dominant part. But, it's more than that; it's Alexander too. He's so sexually attractive and he's pushing so many of my buttons just right, including the submissive one I mentioned, and it's bringing images of past sexual turn-ons for me. All together he's putting me in a very sexual frame of mind, and I wonder where and when he learned all this stuff; he didn't show it in Wildwood. I'm not complaining though because it's hot! The rimming goes on at Alexander's deliberate pace and has me gulping and my bum hole twitching. Alexander continues doing his thing in his unhurried manner for five or ten minutes. It's obvious he's enjoying himself as I moan quietly, and without thinking before saying it, I groan, "Ohhh, my God... Alexander, fuck me." It just slipped out of my mouth, but I really want it bad. Never mind that I'd thought I was sexually satisfied just an hour or so ago; that was then, and this is now. And never mind I just recently considered Alexander a lousy top. And never mind that I once worried about him being too feminine, all that nonsense is far from my mind now. He's sucking on the lips of my hole and darting the tip of his tongue inside me a half inch or so. Oh man! never mind everything because this is fucking hot! Shortly, I moan again, "Oooh, fuck me." Alexander pays no attention. He continues in that infuriating manner of his, agonizingly deliberate. His tongue is getting in my hole like two inches or so by now, although logic dictates it being a lot less than that. My entire bottom, from my waist to my thighs, is constantly in motion, humping and moving on its own. Everything feels wet, itchy, and squirmy and I want his boner inside me. "Please, Alexander, I'm ready." He does some more sucking and I do some more squirming around on the seat of that leather chair, but the position I'm in prevents me from doing much of anything else. I'm basically whining quietly that I need to be fucked. The entire thing is a completely new experience for me. I've never felt this kind of immediate need before. He just keeps rimming me and the sucking on my hole and it has me going wild; it's reached a point where I would have finger fucked myself if I could. In my mind I want to stick a dildo up my ass; anything, maybe that cucumber I was going to use to fuck myself with a lifetime ago. And then, with me at my wits end, Alexander stands up and bends over me to kiss my other lips. I expect to smell or taste poop, but it's clean fresh saliva, taste and smell. He sucks on my mouth as my boner drools pre cum again. Alexander softly goes, "Shhh, be patient, Oliver, I want to do my best for you." As he speaks he takes the packet from the waistband of his boxer shorts. It's a condom of course, and holding it in his left hand he used his right to pull down and step out of his boxers. My face is hot and sweaty, my ass is hot and dripping wet with saliva and my hole's twitching and itching. I'm impatient and never stop squirming in the chair. Alexander's cock stands straight out from his buzzed pubic patch; his pubes as short as mine emphasizing the length of his boner. It looks like it ten inches long, but I know for a fact that it's a touch over eight inches. Not fat though, a real nice size and very straight with a head only slightly wider than the shaft. He unrolls a heavily lubed condom on that great boner of his and I let out a long sigh that I hadn't expected, as I'm fantasizing how wonderful it will be having that boner up my ass. Alexander hears the sigh and misunderstanding it, says, "I know, Oliver. I'd love to do you bareback too, but it's a foolish risk.This will be fine, I promise." I can't talk because I want that boner in me so bad I feel like screaming. Alexander rubs both his thumbs in the condom's lube and, grabbing hold of a buttock's cheek in each hand he pushed the thumb of his right hand up my hole and stretches it. I go, "Ahhh..oh yeah, more." He rotates his thumb around my hole stretching it in all directions and it feels so good I suck in a long breath and squeeze my anus muscle tightly on his thumb. Looking through slits in my almost closed eyes I see Alexander smile to himself when I tightened my hole on his thumb. After massaging my hole from the inside for thirty seconds he forces in the other thumb and it hurts, but I don't care, I tried to press my butt down on his thumbs to get them further into me. Two thumbs up my ass with two hands spreading my buttocks in opposite directions. The strength of Alexander's hand pressure keeps the back of my neck pressed up against the back of the barber chair, immobilized; I don't want to move my legs off the arms of the chair because that would close off some access to my asshole, which I want to make fully assessable to Alexander. He stretches my hole with his two thumbs until I'm humping up off the seat. When I start humping, Alexander soothingly says, "Easy, Oliver. Just a minute, I want to slide in easy". I moan, "Uh, oh, oh," my back is squishy with sweat against the leather and spit's running down both side of my mouth as I roll my head from side to side on the seat. Trying to sound composed, I grunt out, "I'm ready now, Alexander. Please...." He blurts out a chuckle, saying, "We're almost there. Are you jerking me around or are you really this hot?" I go, "This hot," and he laughs again. He's having fun. A minute more of stretching my hole, then Alexander rearranges himself with his cock head against my hole and, gently pulling my legs off the arm rest with a hand behind each knee, he pushes both legs back until the tops of my thighs are against the seat on either side of me, my feet up in the air which lifts my ass up off the seat a few inches. Maintaining pressure against my hole with the head of his boner, then with a flick of his buttocks the head of that long cock slips inside me. I can't think of anything that's felt as good as this feels. I let our a long sigh and a moan of pleasure. Oh, how good it feels and absolutely no pain at all. Just pleasure. He chuckles again and says something so quietly I don't hear it as I try humping down on the head of his cock to get it further inside me. He barks out another laugh at my futile effort, and goes, "You're a riot, Oliver, I know you're kidding me, you're not this hot." I shake my head, on the seat, but can't speak. Letting out a long breath as he pushes in me about two inches and I think, 'Oh yeah, fuck me hard.' Pushing this boner in another two inches and doing little two to three inch thrust in and out, and then a five inch thrust in and out before pushing all the way up inside of me until he bumps against my ass with his crotch putting enough force into the bump that it picks my ass up further off the seat and he's able to get that extra half inch of cock up my hole. There's no laughing from Alexander now, just a quiet moan. He holds that long hard cock all the way up my ass, muttering , "Fuck, oooh, god damn, oh yeah baby," and pulls almost all the way out going, "Ahhhhh," pushing it all the way back in before beginning a rhythm of fucking me that has me unable to form words just dumb-ass sounds, "Umpt, umpt, ahhh, oh, oh, oh," and I can't stop making those sounds as his long cock continually plows my rectum. My boner's so hard it aches and it's only been about an hour and a half since I blew the load of my life down Alexander's throat, but I continue drooling pre cum as my balls buzz while somehow churning more spunk. Shortly, my balls move up tight against my groin again hard with cum, feeling like big, solid glass marbles. I know I there's more spunk in there and I want it up and out through that aching boner of mine; aching in a thrilling way. Alexander's head is back and his eyes are closed now as he's thrusting his big boner in my ass with abandon. Each thrust gets harder and faster pushing my head tight up against the back of the chair and each withdrawal suck me forward, sliding in my own sweat. He keeps my thighs against the seat with pressure from his hands, sweat forms under each palm on the back of my thighs as I writhe with pleasure. Wet smacking sound each time Alexander's crotch slaps into my lube dripping, sweaty ass, my feet flopping around above me. Each thrust feels so good I can't describe it. Glancing at Alexander's face when sweat droplets land on my from his forehead, I see a trickling of blood on his chin were he's bitten his lip. He's ramming his eight inches in and out of me, but now he takes his hands off the back of my thighs and pushes his hand on each of my butt cheeks making my hole even tighter. Humping in and out, in and out, and it has me seeing stars. Alexander let go of my legs in order to put that pressure on my butt cheeks so I take the opportunity to wrap my legs around his waist. Putting my legs around his waist, locking my ankles together, I'm trying to pull his body toward me with every thrust. He's making a clicking sound in his throat with each deep penetration and no joking now. Every thrust lifts my buttocks off the seat. I can't hold out any longer as the need to cum is overwhelming so I get a tight hold of my boner and stroke my cock wicked fast; it's so hard it scares me. I'm stroking my boner as fast as my wrist can move and almost immediately I feel a spray of watery cum fly out of my pee slit followed immediately by a decent string of cum up on my chest and stomach. I just about pass out from the explosion of sensation at the head of my cock as another string of cum flies out sending me places I've never been before. Almost simultaneously to those sensations I hear Alexander make his only girlie sound of the night as my hole closes up the tightest ever as I shoot another little load and apparently created just the extra stimulation on his boner making him fire away with a number of cum blasts quickly filling up that condom. It sends Alexander over the top as he squeals with pleasure. There's nothing like a climax. It apparently came on him hard and fast so he loses control smacking my ass with me going, "Um, um, um," each smack as Alexander drills his hard boner into me in a frenzy, sweat dripping on me from his face and then little by little he slows down his penetration and finally collapses on top of me squishing my cum between our bellies and chest. He's as sweaty as I am as I lick the side of his face like a cat. I feel almost like I belong to him, like I want to belong to him; yeah, like his pet cat. I know it's a momentary fleeting feeling, but I enjoy it for the moment. Both my arms are around his strong neck hugging him, keeping my ass off the seat an inch or so to maintain his cock up inside me the fullest length possible. I start kissing his neck and, with my legs still around his waist, I hug into his hot sweaty body for all I'm worth. Alexander's grunting and snorting short shots of air as his heart hammers against my chest. I don't want to let him go. After two minutes or so he weakly mumbles, "Holy shit, that was awesome, Oliver. Nice tight hole ya got there. Whoa, one of the best fucks I've ever had, dude." Then, with his breathing finally under control, he chuckles one of his easy chuckles, adding, "You, my friend, are some kind of male witch; what the fuck are they called anyway?" I quietly suggest, "Warlock?" He lazily replies, "No, that don't sound right. Oh, who the fuck cares. You get me crazy worked-up; that's all I know." He said the last part into the side of my head so low I can barely hear him and he follows it up with some more chuckling. Like I said, he's having a good ole time as usual. I am too, as I continue hugging his muscular body against my slim one. For my part I'm unable to talk much just yet. I concentrate on kissing and licking the sweat from Alexander's forehead. His cock's still firm all the way up inside me, which is exactly where I want it. I feel sorry for gay guys who never want to bottom; they have no idea how incredibly sexy it is to have a hot, big, strong cool dude fuck you. I'm sure of it now, it's my favorite thing in life, getting fucked is. And, Alexander just fucked me better than I've ever been fucked before, not that there's been many times so far. He says, "We're all sweaty. You want to take a shower?" I go, "Um, not yet. I like this." Alexander laughingly goes, "You are one hot tamale, Oliver. I better mark you so the guys at the club know you belong to me." With that he gently puts his fingers on my chin to push the side of my head away from his face and he begins sucking on my neck right under my jaw. It feels weird and then warm and then itchy and finally a little raw. He's giving me a world-class hickey and after awhile it doesn't feel too good and I start whining about it and moving my head away, but Alexander has me underneath him so I can't go anywhere. He continues sucking and licking on the same spot and it becomes kind of hypnotic after awhile and I lay docile for him now. In the end it seems everything he does to me is carnal and earthy and very sensuous. I lay here under him with my legs around his waist, my arms loosely around his neck and his cock up my ass while he continues to lightly suck on the hickey and it feel good now because I want his mark; I want everyone to know I'm Alexander's. His cock begins to grow inside me and get very hard again and my smaller cock is twitching again too. The whole package Alexander had laid on me from the shampoo, the rimming and blow job, the haircut and the fuck, including the making out and this long hickey deal, it all has me moaning and feeling mighty fine, and his scent is sexy as hell. Sure, every step has been the way Alexander wanted it, when he wanted it, but I don't care, I loved it all. He'll stop sucking on my hickey when he's ready to stop. It's more than okay with me 'cause I feel so creamy and smooth and satisfied. I lay relaxed under him thinking back almost two hours when we were coming up the stairs and Alexander had said something about. 'Don't worry, he'd be taking good care of me,' meaning sexually, and he sure has done that. I'm feeling my dreamy contended best. He stops the hickey licking, lifts his head a little to look at it, and says with a laugh, "Oh my God, Oliver, that's the biggest hickey I ever saw." and he laughs with his shoulders shaking so I start to laugh too, and I talk through my laughing, "You asshole, Alexander. I'm going to look like I have two fucking heads tonight". He says he's sorry, he didn't realize a hickey could swell up like that. Kissing him just because I feel like it, and he goes, "Oh jeez, I just got and idea. Hold on tight, I'm going to straighten up with you impaled on my rod. Hold on!" I tighten my grip around his waist with my legs and around his neck with my arms and he gets a hold of me around the back, and stands up with amazing ease. "Jesus Christ, Oliver. How much do you weight? You're light as a feather." He carries me into the main barber shop, then turns around to sit back in one of the customer's waiting chairs. He want me to ride his boner. He jokes that he's had to do all the work up till now, so it's my turn to hump up and down on that steel rod of his. In a very playful mood now, Alexander is all about fun and games. Good idea, but trying to sit back with me wrapped around his torso doesn't work out too well. His ass hits the edge of the seat and we both go sprawling on the tile floor with me sliding off his boner and Alexander yelling, "My dick, my dick," as he grabs at his still hard cock that's once again sticking straight out from his crotch. I'd slid off of it and cracked my knees on the floor. My boner, such as it was, goes down now that my hole's empty and gaping open. Looking at Alexander though, as he strokes his boner, yelling and laughing at the same time strikes me as so funny. This tall, fit, handsome, naked boy sitting on the floor, holding his cock and calling out , "My dick, my dick!". I can't catch my breath from laughing so hard. Never mind the cool breeze flying up my gaping asshole. We take awhile to getting ourselves together; we'd been at this sex play for quite some time and we've had the three hard liquor drinks so we're both in really silly-ass moods. Finally we get up and Alexander pull out the rest of the condom that's hanging half out of my ass making a strange sound which started us laughing again. I hadn't even known it was there. We sit back down on the floor and laugh; just being ridiculously silly. Finally we manage to get ourselves up all the way, Alexander with his arm around my shoulder leads me upstairs for a shower, our sweaty bodies rubbing together. He mumbles something about, "I need another kiss," and we start a nice French kiss, which grows and grows. We're nuts or something and I'm trying to swallow his tongue and he's groping my ass with both hands; wild things, that's what we are. Our boners return and it's just crazy. I feel the precum from his boner on my hip and a stream of it runs down the outside of my leg. Alexander's making noises in his throat and all of a sudden he stops sucking on my mouth and grabs my bicep and just about drags me into his office. I'm again panting with desire watching him roll on a new condom, my eyes big as saucers. He briskly turns me around, pushing the back of my head down so I lean on his desk, holding on to the edge of it with both hands, bending over at the waist. No more laughing, we're aroused and it's like we haven't had sex for weeks. He hurriedly and roughly spread my legs and then grabs onto my waist with both hands and pulls me backward onto his cock. I go, "Ahhh, ohh," and as he pulls me further onto that hard boner of his until my feet leave the ground and the pressure on my arms increases significantly. He's grunting and puffing as he humps his hips and the entire eight inches is once again inside me. Not taking his time to do it in his usual deliberate way, he just rams his boned-up cock roughly up inside me and sighs a long sigh, moaning, "God damn this feels good." His voice is strained, holding me by the waist, keeping my feet just off the floor. Alexander does a number of circular grinds against my buttock, in effect roto-rooting my hole with his boner and it feels so awesome. He drops my feet back on the floor and, pushing at the back of my head with one hand keeping my head down and my ass up, he used his other arm to hold me under my belly and humps fast and hard for six or seven minutes. No variation in the speed just thrust, thrust, thrust. With every thrust I moaned out, "Ooh, ooh, ooh." Alexander is taller than me and therefore his thrust into my hole are more downward than straight forward and each downward jab rubs tightly over my prostate gland. It's thrust thrust thrust! "Ooh, ooh, ooh." He squeezes my belly hard before doing two last big rough humps, grunting as he's climaxing into the condom; his second climax of the evening. The last big thrust knocks me into the side of his desk and he quickly wraps both arms around my chest now and hugs my back up against his chest still humping his boner inside my sore asshole. It's very noticeably sore now and I need to grit my teeth. And sore ass or not, I squeal, "Eeeee," as two spurts of almost clear cum splat from my cock. My third orgasm of the night, but it felt almost as good as the others. Right after that I notice how sore my ass actually is. Neither of us says anything for a few minutes, just deep breathing with hearts pounding. I don't have that great feeling of after shock I usually get right after climaxing; maybe because my hole is so sore. Alexander pulls out of me slowly and says real low, "Man, I'm sorry about that, Oliver. I didn't mean to be so rough with you. Don't know what the hell came over me? You okay?" I tell him my hole is wicked sore, especially my anus, but I'm good other than that. He's sort of petting me on my head like maybe I am his cat, and then he lightly rubs my chest, saying again, "I'm really sorry I got rough with you, Oliver." I tell him again that it's fine. He takes my hand and leads me over to the little sofa he has in his office where we both sat down with his arm going around my shoulders. Pulling off his second condom, he tosses it toward the wastebasket, but misses and it sticks to the side. We both stared at the condom on the side of the wastebasket waiting for it to lose it's stickiness and fall to the floor. Finally I say, "You're suppose to be good at basketball ain't ya? I mean, being a black dude and all," as I'm pointing at the condom, "So what's that all about?" I ask the question with mock concern in my voice. Alexander says, "Fuck you talking about now, you honky motherfucker?" He glances over and sees my big hickey and start right in laughing again. We're like two twelve year olds with the giggles. Finally we wander upstairs and take a long shower together. Absolutely no sex involved. Neither of us wants or needs any sex, nor are we capable of any at the moment. My hole stays very sore and, as much as I tried not to, I walk funny. I walked like my ass is very sore and Alexander burst out laughing and then says how sorry he is for laughing, but that I look so funny walking bowlegged he can't help himself. I call him an asshole about fifty times, but every time he laughs I started laughing too. Like I said, it's nuts. After doing that craziness for awhile, Alexander goes back to the kitchen and fixes us another drink. I stand next to the stool while he makes the drinks this time in deference to my sore hole. We smoke and look at each other, both of us pleased, but for different reasons probably. I'm pleased to have gotten the fuck of my life and because I feel so completely sexually satisfied it's a pleasant, relaxed state of mind. For his part, Alexander seems pleased to have provided the service maybe, but one never knows exactly what another person's really thinking. In the quiet I ask what I should wear to his club tonight and Alexander tells me it's sport coat Saturday night for members, but guest may wear whatever the member sponsor wants him to wear. That's a little weird, the way he put it, but I ask anyway, "What do you want me to wear?" Alexander takes a big drag of his cigarette and looks a little nervous saying, "That's something I want to talk about." We're wearing only our underwear. He says, "Come in the bedroom for a second." When we're there, he mumbles, "Would you sit here a second, Oliver?" indicating a straight back chair next to his bed. I sit my sore ass on the bed instead, real curious now. Alexander blurts out, "Please, please, please do me a favor and let me put eyeliner on you." I go, "What?" He went on to explain that he and his three best gay buds are all bringing guests tonight and the hottest/cutest guest wins that member fifty bucks from each of the other three. Plus, bragging rights. He wants me to be part of some kind of a half-ass beauty contest, in other words. Well, at least it wasn't a dog-pound contest where guys try to bring the biggest dog of a date they can find. Alexander says one requirement in the contest is that the guest needs to have some make-up on, and another requirement is that he needs to be gay. The second part is no problem, but I've never worn make-up in my life and it reminds me of Pattie's brother, Miles. Alexander explains that he's going to have eyeliner on too and, with our identical haircuts, and with both of us with the same eye make-up, well it might be kinda hot. He means how can he lose. Then, to butter me up, he adds, "Plus, you being cuter than any boy my three buds could ever hope to pick-up; I'll, I mean, we'll win hands down." At first I think he's just breaking my balls, just kidding around about this, but he continues explaining it all and I realize he's serious. He goes, "Not only do I beat them on the golf course, but in the pick-up department too. With you, Oliver, especially in the pick-up department. What do ya say, buddy?" Laughing again, he goes, "It's cool, don't ya think? I've kind of made you look like a smaller version of me." I stare at him blankly as he explains the rest of the club's members aren't in the contest, just him and his buds. No one else even knew about it. It isn't cool of Alexander not to have mentioned this little contest to me earlier, and it's slightly humiliating for me to be one of these contestants, particularly if it turns out I'm one of the three losers. There are other disappointing aspects of this whole thing, such as Alexander being more than a little disingenuous about why I couldn't visit him earlier. Now I know he wanted me up here the night of the contest. Also this showed a self centered, insensitive side of Alexander that isn't very attractive and, actually, it surprises me. I never realized how competitive he is, but I promised myself recently to be more open to new experiences and also, being a little self-centered myself, I want to have sex with Alexander again, so I say, "Sure, what's the big deal. Go for it, dude." Alexander's full of thank you, thank you, and then looking in a mirror, he does his own eyes with the pencil eyeliner. It's just a thin eyeliner outlining his eyes. Then when he does mine he puts on a much thicker outlining for my eyes, but I'm committed and I don't want to come off like a prude so I let it slide. Alexander's very up-beat now and explains that eyeliner is the least intrusive make-up he could think of. He doesn't like make-up on guys, it's just for this contest. After that, Alexander pulls on some black slacks as he explains, "One more favor. Please put on that T-shirt and those shorts there on that chair". The so-called T-shirt is made of black silk that clings to my body, it's sleeveless and doesn't extend down as far as my belly button. I put it on staring at him, but he won't look back at me. He's busy putting on those beautiful black slacks and a long sleeve, silk fitted shirt. He looks hot alright.. My shorts are actually shorty-shorts of the same black material that Alexander's slacks are made from. A skinny replica of Alexander's belt completes my outfit. With the shorty shorts being barely longer than my dick, they make my thin, smooth legs look extra long. I stare at them in the full length mirror and I think they look nice, even if I do say so myself. I hope the club is worth this humiliation! It's the booze Alexander's been feeding me that's reduced my inhibitions enough to go through with this. to be continued... Chapter 15 (Alexander II) Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible contribution to nonprofit Nifty. Details on the site. Thank you.