Date: Tue, 9 Oct 2012 20:04:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLIVER'S ADVENTURES  Chapter 19  (Alexander III)      By Donny Mumford

			    OLIVER'S ADVENTURES

			Chapter 19   (Alexander II)

			     by Donny Mumford


A 'Counting Crows' CD is playing, the tag line, 'I'm alright, I just can't
get home tonight', is cool. The music's blasting from my Mini Cooper's
eight speakers, the convertible's top's up because it's a cold, windy day
in late November, and as I sing along, there's a smile on my face; this is
the first of of a ten day Thanksgiving vacation.  A break from college and
a nice change of pace. I've got the Mini cruising down the highway at
seventy miles an hour. My parents are under the impression I'm leaving
tomorrow, driving directly to their place.  Well, they got the second part
right, I will be at their place tomorrow afternoon, but I'm leaving the
University heading for a little secret sleep-over at Alexander North's
condo tonight.  Mom and Dad would be hurt to think I'd use a day of
vacation to spend with Alexander rather than with them, so I won't mention
it to them.  I'm kind of anxious to see Alexander and this time,
surprisingly, it's not because I'm horny. I've been fucking Joey on a
regular basis for the last week or so and I've also enjoyed a few sexy
encounters with hot Randy Rider so I'm not especially horny.  With Randy
and me it's been strictly oral sex, although he's mentioned tying me me up
and giving me the fucking of my life. Yipes! With Joey, it's been
exclusively me fucking him. He doesn't wants to fuck me until all his casts
are removed so he can get his arms involved in the action. Frankly, I'm
looking forward to that.

I've had the strongest urge to suck Joey's cock from day one, and I did a
little of that before we got into fucking for the first time together.
Joey's said something about taking over our roommate sex as soon his arm
strength is close to normal.  I'm hoping he isn't kidding me about that
because I'd love to discover a fully healed Joey with a secret dominant
personality.  He's got the baby face and he's younger than me, but when
healthy he'll be stronger than me and a dominant Joey would really be
something.  Actually it wouldn't surprise me if he is dominant; he's an
athlete and most athletes are aggressive, or at least not passive. My sex
life has never been as good as it's been lately and the future looks even
brighter. It seems luck has done a hundred and eighty degree turn around
for me in the last nine months.  So, while I'm not especially horny, I want
to spend some time with bossy Alexander anyway because I like the
take-charge sex he laid on me the last time we were together.  He opened my
eyes to a new Alexander and I want to try that new version again doing
everything the way Alexander wants it done as his submissive sex
partner. He's a tall, good looking, well built twenty year old and he has a
very sexy way about him.  Alexander's approach to sex seems to follow the
same general sexual guidelines that Randy Rider prefers.  I already
mentioned that Randy wants to tie me up and fuck me and I'm not real sure
what to make of that although I think he's serious and I'd be lying if I
said it didn't interest me some. Made a promise to myself months ago to be
willing to try new stuff and be extra adventurous while I'm young.  "Tying
me up and fucking me like I've never been fucked before," is just the sort
of thing Alexander might say too. Randy and Alexander are two peas in a pod
as far as taking charge of sexual situation goes. I'm guessing they both
pretty much insist on being in that role when sex is involved with anyone,
not just me.


I like Alexander, but not as much as I use to because he's changed from the
sweet boy I knew in Wildwood to an overly confident guy who's a bit stuck
on himself.  At the same time I've also gotta admit that the wicked hot sex
he puts on me can make me overlook a lot of deficits in the general area of
his personality.  For the record, I'm also well aware that he messes around
with every boy who will let him get away with it, I know that, and
Alexander knows that I know that, so we have no illusions about each other.
Sex buddies, that's us. See, I can be a realist at times and I'm aware
Alexander considers me one of his 'boys' too.  That doesn't matter to me,
it's a hot sexy fun thing being one of his boys and I'm anxious to see what
he has up his sleeve for me this trip. An excursion into the uncharted
waters of Alexander North's Delaware adventures; kind of like a thrill ride
on the Wildwood boardwalk.  It can be scary, but deep down I know I'm safe
with him. This sort of thing isn't for everyone, but it is for me. The
drive to Delaware goes as expected and I'm pulling up to his place
now. Alexander's outside his barbershop leaning up against the door smoking
a cigarette. Parking at the curb down from the shop, I'm right on time at a
little after six o'clock.  There's a chunky, nice looking guy next to
Alexander drinking a YooHoo.  Has to be, Anthony, the hairstylist and
assistant manager who I saw briefly the last time I was here.  Neither of
the two see me park so I get out of my car and, trying to surprise them,
quietly sauntered up the brick sidewalk of this upscale strip mall without
calling out to them.  Alexander's telling Anthony something I can't hear,
but the way Anthony paying attention he's probably one of Alexander's
'boys' too.

Using a high pitched, dorky voice, I screech, "Excuse me Mr Rich People,
I'm looking for the Alexander North Hair Salon, appointments-only.  Can you
help me find this expensive clip joint?"  Watching the side of his face I
see Alexander's initial pissed-off frown like, 'Who's this asshole?', but
then he looks over and see me.  Huge smile, which appears sincere, and I
get a big hug, but no kiss when I get to him.  He's telling Anthony, "This
is who we're waiting for, my friend, Oliver Nickerson.  He's always had
this delusion that he's funny."  Anthony gives me a weak smile and a limp
hand which I try to shake, but it slips out of my grasp. Alexander and I
precede to tell each other how great we're doing in our respective lives
and then we make a bit of small talk about the sports scene, and then this
from Alexander, "Well Oliver, to be honest with ya, that new haircut of
your's sucks.  Why didn't ya wait till you got down here, ya dummy!"  He
chuckles as he and Anthony ridicule the efforts of the Campus Barbershop
barber, and by extension me.  I endure this with an appropriate chastised
expression on my face.  Then Alexander turns his attention back to me and
says, "I wanted Anthony here to style your hair to fit in with this
evening's festivities, but your hair's already too short for that." After I
pretend to be concerned for a second, then I say, "So sorry, but you never
mentioned a word of this to me, and anyway the barber just evened out the
top. Your last haircut was so short this is how long it grew in since
then."  Alexander's incredulous that I'd say I didn't know about the party,
and he replies in a manner you might use with a slow witted child, "You and
I are going to the costume party at the club as Batman and Robin.  I'm
pretty sure I mentioned that to you about ten times, right?"  Anthony says,
"Everyone in the contest is going as Batman and Robin."  I ask, "Which one
am I going as?" In a dismissive way they both chuckle at that question. He
did mentioned the contest to me, but nothing about my hair style which is
what I was referring to, but I let it go.

Resigning himself back to the current situation with my hair, Alexander
shrugs and says to Anthony, "Oh well, neaten it up like a fifties haircut
style, use a temporary black dye and somehow get it to lay over in front
with a little part.  You know, like that old time TV Robin's hair.  What
the fuck, nowadays that might even pass as a butch look for my boy wonder
here".  Anthony shakes his head a little as if to indicate, "What a pain in
the ass this is." Alexander says to me, "I'd do it myself Oliver, but I've
got to get some money from the ATM and then pick-up the twins from the
riding academy.  And, by the way, I did not tell Nathan and Noah you'd be
here so don't slip-up in an email and mention it, okay?.  If they knew you
were here, well just don't slip up with that." As Alexander zips up his
coat getting ready to leave, Anthony mumbles, "I'll see you tomorrow about
nine thirty, and you better be here or I'll come upstairs and get you."
Alexander spits out, "I love you too, Anthony." Then he gives me my orders,
"Oliver, when Anthony's done with your hair just go upstairs to my condo
and wait for me there.  And you know, make yourself comfortable or
whatever, I'll be along in a little while."  He starts walking away and I
cry out in a whiny voice, "But Alexander, I don't need a haircut or black
dye or whatever."  He chuckles, mumbling, "Don't be silly. Just do what
Anthony tells you."  Anthony says to me, "Let get moving, I've got a life
too, ya know.  I'm usually home by now." Oh what the fuck, going into the
main part of the barbershop I get up in barber chair Anthony is pointing
at.  Without saying another word he put a cape on me and starts cutting my
hair without actually cutting much off; it doesn't take long.  The buzzing
noise of the clippers and snipping sound of scissors along with the subtle
pressure of Anthony's body leaning against me, without us speaking, creates
the usual hypnotic mood for me.  Anthony's a nice looking kid around
twenty-one years old. He's about my height, but heavier than me; not fat,
stocky.  I'd noticed the last time that he has a great ass and following
him into the barbershop a little while ago, I thought that same thing: nice
ass!  He's Italian and look like it, swarthy and handsome.  Not boyish
looking, more a grown-up Italian look.  Joey's boyishly Italian. Thoughts
of Joey keep working their way into my head lately.

When Anthony's done cutting he cranks down the back of the barber chair so
I'm laying back with my head over the sink so he can dye my hair black.  He
tells me it'll wash out with two or three shampoos.  Finished with that, he
cranks the chair up, blow dries my hair, then puts stiff gel on the front
hairs to get them to lay down, and razors in a one inch part on the left
side to complete this look of the old TV Robin, whoever he is; I've never
seen the show. When Anthony's satisfied with his work he spins the chair
around so I'm facing the mirrored wall, and he asks, "What do ya think?"  I
gawked in the mirror at my reflection and my first thought is, 'Wonder what
Joey will think about it?'  To Anthony I mumble, "It's too black to look
like real hair," and Anthony goes, "Yeah it is, but that's what the boss
wanted, so that's what he gets." Apparently Alexander thinks artificially
pitch black hair is a butch look for a gay boy.  It's actually more of an
Emo look if you ask me.  Anthony snaps the cape off me and pats the back of
my head indicating I should get up. I slide out of that big barber chair as
Anthony rings up $32.00 on the new, old-time-looking cash register. He
says, "You're a friend of Alexander's so half price for the haircut and
dye". He looks at me expectantly and I gulp before saying, "Ah, I don't
think Alexander wants to charge me. That is, he didn't charge me last time
or anything."  Anthony wrinkles his forehead and purses his lips making a
face like, 'Duh,' then says, "That's Alexander's choice, pal, when I do
hair I get paid. This isn't my fucking hobby."  What the hell, I fumble
around in my pocket for a twenty, a ten, and a five.  Anthony put the bills
in the cash register drawer, takes out three ones and puts them in his
pocket, muttering, "Thanks, big spender," as he locks the cash register,
then begins closing up the shop.

A thirty-two dollar haircut and I've got to tip him too?  Fuck that!
Anthony tells me to get the broom out of the closet and when I hand it to
him he sweeps up my hair and then briskly hands the broom back to me
nodding his head in the direction of the closet. Putting it away, I'm
thinking, "Hey, I'm the fucking client here, not the janitor", but I keep
that thought to myself as I realize Anthony's asking me something, "Ya
wanta mess around for a few minutes?"  I go, "Huh? What?"  Without replying
to that, he walks over and grabs my crotch with his right hand and my right
buttock with his left.  Squeezing some, he mumbles, "You heard me."  I
grunt as his fingers located my dick and he begins rubbing it through my
jeans. He smells like the masculine scented gel he'd just put in my
hair. When he speaks his breath is cool on my face; it has a neutral smell
and I notice he's got small, very white teeth. As he quickly gets a nice
rhythm going stroking my cock I start gasping, moving from one foot to the
other, then squeak out, "Anthony! What I mean, um, no I don't.  I mean,
yeah I heard you, but I don't wanna mess around."  He asks, "You sure of
that?" and his left hand goes inside the back of my pants, his bare hand on
my ass.  Jesus, that's always a turn-on for me.  I love feeling the palm of
some guy's hand rubbing my bare ass.  Our faces are almost touching and I
can see the outline of his five o'clock shadow . Anthony would have a full
bread if he didn't shave every day.  Even this close his skin is flawless,
except for those whiskers. Myself, I rarely need to shave; just a little
touch up on my upper lip and chin about twice a week.  I've been
conscientious about doing it recently because I want to have a smooth face
for Joey who has no whiskers yet, just some fuzz.  Anthony and me are
almost cheek to cheek anyway so I let my cheek touch against his and I can
feel his whiskers, they're just slightly scratchy at this point, but it's
very sexy rubbing against that mature face. The thought of Anthony's real
scratchy beard first thing in the morning rubbing against my smooth face,
if I ever spent the night with him and we started making-out first thing
after waking-up, would be boner time for me. Pulling my face away from his,
I'm wondering why I was thinking about that kind of thing with him?

Anthony doesn't appear to notice my face briefly touching his; he's very
casual and self assured and has other things on his mind at the moment.
His fingers are near my hole massaging my buttock as he mutters, "I'll let
you suck my cock, but unfortunately I don't have the time to fuck you right
now 'cause I'm expected somewhere in about fifteen minutes" Both my hands
are on the wrist of the hand stroking my cock, which is getting hard and
feeling real good. Anthony has that mysterious something that's turning me
on and his stroking of my boner has me almost to the point of no return,
getting close to cuming.  Most likely the combination of that ridiculous
passing fantasy of sleeping with a scratchy faced Anthony, and the reality
of him stroking my cock is what's got me ready to fire off my spunk.  He
says, "Alexander told me you were a hot little sex machine and I can see
he's right about that. I love this little pecker of yours." I manage to
mutter, "Stop Anthony, Alexander wouldn't like you doing this."  Anthony
informs me that Alexander told him that whatever happens between Anthony
and me is up to Anthony and me, so I manage one last time, "Well I don't
want to, Anthony!  So quit it!"  He stops for a second, then pulls his hand
out of my pants in the back, then lets go of my boner in the front, and
spits out, "Okay you little count, fuck you then." I take a step back, my
face real hot.  Not being able to think of something to say, I do three
fake coughs into my fist instead, and then sort of look out the window as
if something out there is soooo interesting.  Almost immediately Anthony's
face relaxes and he drops the hard-ass routine entirely and offers, "Oh,
forget it, Oliver, it's just that you're wicked cute and sexy, that's all.
I thought I detected something there when I was cutting your hair, you
leaning into me made me think ya might want a little taste of my big
cock. Well, whenever you do want a real man to show you some moves, I'm
here for ya, hottie."  He pats my cheek like I'm a little kid, says,
"Ciao," and is out the door.  It locks automatically behind him.

Watched him walk away through the window, I'm groping my boner.  He turns
at the corner and is gone; what a great ass.  Great ass yeah, but I'm here
to get sexy with Alexander and I don't need another complication in my life
right now anyway.  On the other hand, what if I'd wandered into this
barbershop nine months ago; wonder what would have happened then if Anthony
grabbed my nice little pecker, to quote him.  I grope my crotch some
more. Am I a hot little sex machine, or whatever it was Anthony said about
that.  Man, I almost deposited a nice cum load in my drawers back
there. Relax! Turning off the barbershop lights, I go up the back stairs to
Alexander's luxury condo.  Like I said the first time I was here, this
place is cool and expensive looking, but Christian's condo is probably ten
times more expensive. This is a damn hot place though.  Putting on a Frey
CD, I get a coke out of Alexander's huge refrigerator and have a cigarette
coming down off that little sexy interlude with Anthony. As the smoke
drifts up I watch it rise and see my reflection in Alexander's large mirror
over the bar. How different I look with this dyed black hair.  The color
and the silly style looks totally fake, but apparently Alexander wants this
affect.  Joey has black hair, but his looks totally real; it's so curly
when cut short like it is now. I wish I could run my fingers through Joey's
soft, curly black hair this very second. Actually it's dark brown, not
black. Thinking of squeezing Joey in my arms makes me shudder and that's
weird. Thinking about Joey is a nice way to pass the time though, so I do
some more of it. Joey seems so young when compared to Anthony. They both
have that beautiful olive-complexion, great skin tone, smooth and
creamy. Love rubbing Joey's skin any place on his body.  Maybe the back of
his neck is the sweetest, softest spot though. When I fucked him last night
I rubbed my nose at the back of his neck as I lay on his back and oh my God
he smelled good. Just thinking about that causes another boner.  Laughing
at myself because, I miss him already and it's only been what, eight hours?
I'm a walking boner basically. Half way through my second cigarette
Alexander come in with all kinds of energy swirling around him.

"Where's my favorite, cutest boyfriend?" He grabs hold of me to hug and
this time, within ten seconds, he has his tongue in my mouth and his hand
down the back of my pants.  Anthony's hand was down there recently and then
I have a passing thought about what might have happened if Anthony kissed
me like Alexander's doing.  Seeing cigarette smoke, I talk around
Alexander's tongue, "Um, wait Alexander, I have a cigarette burning".  He
says nothing, just takes the cigarette from my fingers and flicks it ten
feet over to land it in the sink.  My mind is on only Alexander after that
as he goes to work sucking my neck and without hesitating, pushing his
finger right up my hole like always, except it happens so fast this time.
This boy is so hot and I've always liked the way he fingers my hole.  He
knows exactly where my prostate button is and he begins rubbing that, plus
the sucking on my neck gets me quickly into my trance state; the one that
feels so good, an almost sleepy, dreamy sensation. Alexander sucks on my
neck and fingers my hole for a few minutes with me I'm limp in his arms;
limp all over except for that pulsating cock of mine that's wet at the head
and pointing straight up.  After about ten minutes of that cum leaks from
my cock, then spurting into my pants as I hump my hips and groan, then hump
and moan some more.  Alexander snorts out a chuckle, but continues sucking
until a high, red hickey had formed on my neck, just like last time.  Back
then Alexander told me he considers the high hickey his trade mark; his
boys always get a hickey before anything else.  As I told ya, he thinks of
me as one of his 'boys'. Alexander has always known how to get me to blow a
load in my pants. The after-glow of climaxing makes me feel weak, but
Alexander's strong arms easily hold me up.  After a little more sucking he
straightens me up and he eyes his hickey work, exclaiming, "Yes! That's a
beauty, Oliver. You have the best skin for hickeys, you really do.  Now,
was I dreaming or did you cum in you pants a few minutes ago?" I grin,
nodding my head, and he's like, "Yes?  Ah ha!  What a surprise. You never
change, do you, Oliver?"  He gets a little laugh from that.

I'm still out of breath and when Alexander lets go of me I sit down on the
leather foot stool that I've been bumping into from the second Alexander
took me in his arms . Sitting here, catching my breath I feel the high
tender bump on my neck with my finger and I'm shocked.  I exclaimed, "Shit,
Alexander, I've got to see my parents tomorrow. This hickey is enormous."
He rubs my hair while ignoring my hickey comment, and says, "Anthony can be
a real pain in the ass, but he's a hell of a hair stylist". I mutter,
"What?" and then mope a little bit trying to think what I should do about
this hickey before going home and facing the folks. Alexander pulls me up
by my hands, "Come on Oliver, don't be a dead beat, let's get a drink.  I'm
so happy to see you I can't even begin to tell you. Oh my God, I love that
face of yours," and he kisses my face in a number of different places real
fast like my old Aunt use to do back when I was seven years old.  Finished,
Alexander pulls away and I see his boner tenting the front of his pants.
My Aunt didn't have one of those.  "You taste so good, look at that fucking
boner you gave me dude, look at it," and he laughs.  Alexander has more
energy than any one I know except maybe Frankie. Stumbling over to the
kitchen bar area with him, I watch Alexander make us both a screwdriver;
vodka and orange juice.  Screwdrivers are good because you can't taste the
booze, but as far as Alexander's concerned it's purely a coincidence that I
like the drink; he wanted one so he just assumes I'd want one too. What the
hell, he looks so hot and handsome, who cares what we drink.  Something
different about him though, and then it's obvious: his hair's conservative
looking this time.  Combed over with a part on the side just like he'd
instructed Anthony to do mine. I guess Batman in the old TV series had his
hair like that.  Every time I see Alexander his hair style's different.
Actually he has very unusual hair, it's straight but nappy too. Very thick,
but very soft.  Very dark brown, but very shiny.  He has something else
special too, that delicious light tan flawless skin tone; his mother's
white as can be and his father's half African American and half a mixed bag
with some Pacific Rim in there too.  Alexander's facial features are
European and he's one totally good looking dude.  Beautiful teeth are part
of his beautiful smile and he really knows how to ring all my bells.  I
love his looks and I find myself staring at him a lot. Sometime he'll feel
me staring at him and look me in the eyes with this knowing, cocky smirk on
his face.  He's obviously use to guys and girls, staring at him.

Draining his first drink quickly and making himself another one, he's
telling me about the costume party at the club tonight. "There's a five
hundred dollar prize for the best Batman and Robin combo, so of course I
thought of you being my Robin immediately.  Anthony was pissed at me
because he thought I'd make him my Robin.  Ha! Fat chance, I lied and told
him I wanted him for Robin, but the costume was too small for him.  Well,
actually it is, but I hadn't bought it yet when I told him that."  He
laughs and comes over to hug me around the neck with his strong right arm
pulling my head over for a kiss on my forehead, then he's telling me how he
doesn't care about the five hundred dollar prize, it's all about the
bragging rights. He's very competitive, and always likes to be the
best. Always full of compliments too, telling me how fabulous I am and then
he says, "Come on downstairs to my back-room barbershop Oliver, I need to
shave your legs and pubes." I go, "What," then, "Are you kidding?"  He
goes, "Of course I'm not kidding.  Shit, did ya ever see Robin
the-boy-wonder with pubes and hairy legs?"  I'm following him down the
steps saying, "In the first place I don't have hairy legs, and in the
second place I've never seen Robin's pubes, not in comic books or movies or
anywhere else, so I really couldn't comment on that."  Alexander chuckles,
as usual.  Inside the back room barbershop he tells me to drop my drawers.
I start to argue, but my undies are full of the cooled-off cum from my
recent climax and a wet cum spot had soaked through the front of my jeans
anyway, so I step out of them. Alexander's getting out a cordless electric
trimmer, then he looks over at me and sees my cum-matted pubes.  "Oh yeah,
let's wash them first. Step over near the sink, Oliver."  The sink is a
replica of a big, hundred year old large porcelain barber's sink.  He tells
me to face him and when I do he picked me up under my arms and sits me on
the back shelf of the sink, my legs on either side of it with my dick and
nuts over the open sink area.  He hadn't even grunted when he picked me up;
it's like I weigh ten pounds instead of a hundred and twenty.  I need to
grab hold of the shelf under the mirrored wall behind me to steady
myself. I ask, "What the fuck are you...?"  Alexander says, "Scoot back a
little and you'll feel more comfortable."  He's all business now. Wiggling
back on the shelf a little bit I do feel more stable, but not comfortable.

Leaning slightly back against the mirror is the most secure position I can
get myself in, but with my legs spread wide open on either side of that big
sink it isn't exactly a position I'd choose on my own. I say, "Okay, you're
doing it to me again Alexander, I never know what to expect out of you."
He chuckles and tells me I shouldn't try to fool him, he knows I love every
minute of it.  Testing the water with his fingers and then spraying my
lower belly and crotch with warm water, he begins.  My dripping wet pubes
are shampooed with lots of rubbing all around my belly, pubes, nuts and
under my nuts near my bum hole.  The whole time I'm thinking this must be
how it feels to be Joey when I'm doing the same things for him.  Another
nice, warm shiver runs through me. The shampoo is rinsed off using a small
shower-head at the end of a hose.  Then Alexander uses a hair dryer to dry
everything.  When dry, using the cordless hair trimmer, he cuts off every
pubic hair down there, the fluffy hairs float to the bottom of the sink
waiting to be rinsed down the drain.  The buzzing sound and the vibrations
from the clippers causes my cock to firm up.  It goes soft again when he
re-wets my belly and crotch, this second soaking preparing for the
lathering on of shaving cream.  The slippery creamy shaving cream is worked
into the stubble left by the trimmers.  Alexander uses both hands massaging
all around my lower belly to down underneath my nuts and then lightly
massages shampoo on my nuts too.  My cock goes back up to hard again so
Alexander strokes my hard cock with his thick shaving cream lathered hand
while looking right in my eyes, a sly look on his handsome face.  I go,
"Ooooooh, feels good." Mostly Alexander is in his quiet mood, concentrating
on the job at hand.  He uses a safety razor to shave me just like I use on
Joey. Last night I'd shaved Joey again, more because he asked me to than he
needed it.  That fetish of his is getting stronger on him. I think about
him climaxing last night with my very first razor scrape through the
shaving cream.  Big long spurt of creamy cum shot out of his semi-hard
cock; I caught some on my fingers and licked it into my mouth; not too much
taste although nice just the same.

I don't have a fetish about shaved-pubes, but it's still real sexy having a
handsome boy shave your private parts.  It's pleasurable having Alexander
do it and I think I'm going to get Joey to do it for me in the future too;
that is, when his arms are somewhat back to normal.  Alexander takes his
time and when he's shaved all the area he can reach he lathered me up again
and shaved against the grain.  Rinsing me off and drying me with a fluffy
towel this time. I feel as hairless as a new born baby.  It's kinda odd
having air on my shaved pubic area, feels new. Alexander rubs the tip of
his fingers all over the shaved area and I let out a long moan of pleasure,
one I hadn't expected.  By now I'm sort of comfortable sitting on the
contoured porcelain area just behind the sink proper, leaning back against
the mirror. I almost feel like purring and to further add to my contented
frame of mind, Alexander cups my hairless balls in his hand, leans down and
licks them a number of times as I lift my ass off the sink momentarily.  He
looks up and gives me a sweet, sexy smile. I thought we must be done, but
Alexander fiddles around with something on either side of the sink and then
up comes two smooth plastic extensions, one for each of my legs.  Alexander
lifts my legs and pulls me forward a little so that the part of my leg just
under my knee can rest on top of those plastic things with my legs, below
my knees, hanging down in front.  Both knees are higher up then my head and
my ass is partially off the porcelain part of the sink so that my asshole
is now over the open part of the sink.  This isn't a comfortable position
at all and I snap out, "God damnit Alexander, this is an awkward position
and I feel I'm about to fall off this friging sink!"  He mutters, "You
won't," and then goes about his business.  He wets down, lathers, then
shaves my buttocks starting from behind my hole shaving out to my thigh,
then back and all around my ass cheeks, including special attention for my
hole. There aren't any hairs there to start with, I don't think there are
anyway.  I do a long, deep exhale to demonstrate my displeasure.
Alexander's quietly humming to himself unconcerned about my displeasure and
the humming's frustrating too because no matter how hard I try, I can't
place the tune and I know it.  He stops humming when he finishes with the
little extra shaving on my ass. Right after that I hear the sound of him
snapping on the cordless trimmer again.  He begins a steady run of the
trimmer up my right leg from the top of my foot, up to my knees and then
all over my thighs. There are very light, thin short hairs on my legs that
are almost invisible, but apparently they're more abundant than I'd thought
because a dust storm of fine hairs flies up around the head of the electric
trimmer.  The head of the trimmer is only an inch and a half wide so
Alexander has to run it up my leg quite a few times and it's fascinating
watching those fine hairs fly off my leg and blow around Alexander's hand.
Over and over he guides the trimmer up my leg, and then the same thing for
my left leg.

Not surprisingly I feel a twitch in my dick, the buzzing sound and the
vibration and the nerve of Alexander to do this, all combine so that I soon
have a semi hard-on.  By the time he's done both legs the semi-hard cock
has become a bone hard one, and even though I'd had the earlier climax, I'm
grunting from the need to stroke it. In my position that's not possible
though because I'm using both hands to hold onto the sides of that big
old-fashioned sink.  Alexander runs the trimmer all over each leg for only
three minutes or so and when the second leg's done he gets wet towels and
soaks my right leg, then lathers it up from my toes to my groin.  The
shaving on the first leg takes five or six minutes and then the same for my
other leg.  By the time he's done I'm wishing it could go on longer.  Being
fussed over and touched and washed and shaved and all that gets to be a
relaxing and extremely sensual experience.  It's also interesting because I
can now relate some to how it must feel to be Joey when I'm fussing over
his naked body.  I never shave his legs of course, but all the touching,
washing, hand-jobs and such,it's no wonder Joey's got a crush on me.  Then
I think how unfair that 'crush' comment is; Joey thinks he's in love with
me.  That's a bit more than a crush.  I know I love him too, but it's that
old chestnut am I in love with him, or just love him in a brotherly way?
That's the question and I don't think I know the answer to
 it. Through everything, beginning with Alexander sitting me up here on the
sink, he's only uttered two words.  The entire process lasts about
thirty-five minutes, maybe a little longer.  It's of course hypnotic for
me, as this sort of thing always is.  I'm glad to see Alexander's not done
yet. He squeezes some lotion in his hands and massaged it into my feet,
legs, crotch, dick and balls...ohhh, it's so soothing and it smells nice
too, not girlie; more a masculine scent.  Then some of the lotion for my
buttocks and then up my hole with some too.

I'm aroused again. The creamy lotion in my hole has me envisioning
Alexander fingering me till I'm shooting spunk all over the place, like
happens with Joey when I finger fuck him.  Ya know, there are many areas in
the rectum that are sensitive in a sexy way, and all Alexander's touching
and fussing over me is sexy too. And, that's especially true when I look up
and see the person doing all the touching and fussing, this hot and
handsome twenty year old boy. Leave it to Alexander to come up with
something I totally wasn't expecting. He has me squirming again with that
tingly feeling at the head of my cock has my attention Then he just stops
and takes my legs off the restraints and helps me sit back up against the
mirror again. I can still feel the air around my shaved anus and again I
fall into one of my trance like state as Alexander takes something tapered
out of a box and rubs it with KY jelly, but what the hell is it? With KY
jelly on his thumbs he reaches under me and works both thumbs up into my
hole, his head's close to me and his aroma fills my senses.  I squirm, and
then complain, but he continues just the same.  Stretching my hole by
working his thumbs up inside a little further until soon it begins feeling
good.  Out come the thumbs and he works his long middle finger up my hole
until the entire finger goes in easily all the way to his knuckles.  Making
hissing sounds I'm blowing air out through clenched teeth, but not because
it's hurting; just the opposite, it feels awesome.  My boner bobs to the
left and then the right, whichever direction the side of Alexander's hand
bounces it. Just when I'm about to start humping my hips with that feeling
of an orgasm coming on, he's apparently done with the fingering portion of
whatever it is he's doing. Looking over again I see a the flesh colored
tapered stopper of some sort; no, is that a dildo, probably made of latex
or silicone. He's got it dripping with jelly as he casually leans over and
pushes it in my asshole and it hurts being so far up inside me.  So much
for my trance like state, and so much for my on coming orgasm.  I screech
out, "What the hell are you doing now, Alexander? That dildo hurts! "
Sliding around on the sink, bouncing around with a dildo up my ass,
Alexander wraps his arms around me and pulls me away from the mirror so
that I'm leaning forward against him.  "It's okay Oliver, it's a butt plug,
not a dildo.  You know, so you'll stay opened up and later it won't hurt at
all when I fuck you. You do want me to fuck you, don't you, boy?"

His voice can be so smooth and hypnotic when he chooses and the feel of his
body and his smell, it combines to enable me to relax and calm down. I put
myself in his hands, but a butt plug?  He rubs my back and sides whispering
how much I mean to him and how I'm his cutest boyfriend, and that kind of
works for me.  In short order the pain in my hole is a barely dull throb as
Alexander asks, "How's it feel now, Oliver?"  Mumbling to him that it's
okay now, he rubs my shoulders saying, "Don't be mad at me, but I've got to
finish pushing the plug in just a tiny bit more. You jerked around so much
I didn't get it in all the way."  I blurt out, "No, don't, um, wait a
second at least, let my ass relax a little first." More gentle rubbing on
my back, as he goes, "Shhhh, it will only sting for a minute, I promise,"
and he reaches under me again and pushes the plug all the way in and
actually it feels better that way. I need to be more trusting of Alexander,
he knows so much more about all this stuff than me and he knows how to
pleasure my body too. I'll learn things from him I can use on my boyfriends
sometime in the future. It's an indescribably delicious sense to put myself
in Alexander's hands and ride the thrill he's planned for me. The plug
producing an odd sensation inside me that's not unpleasant.  With the fat
end of the plug past my sphincter muscle completely it's fully inside me
with my anus partially closing over it. Feeling down there I discovered
there's a thin wide round piece that stays outside my anus preventing the
plug from disappearing inside me. The butt plug's really snug, but now
oddly comfortable.  Alexander tells me that all the Robins need have butt
plugs to qualify for a prize.  Then he asks , "Didn't ya ever hear of butt
plugs before?"  I guess I did now that I think about it, but never thought
I'd experience one, and that's what I tell him. "A new adventure for you,
Oliver, right?"  Alexander can put a spin on things making it seems he's
just done me a big favor when he's basically doing exactly what he
wants. Still, it is a new experience.

Alexander picks me up off the sink by my arm pits again, and as soon as he
lifts me off the sink I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around
his neck.  He walks around like that for a few minutes pretending it's
nothing, telling me how light I am.  It gives him a boner though and I feel
it against my buttocks.  Then I ask him why he didn't screwed me before he
put the plug in and Alexander stops in mid stride and mutters, "Good
question. Dammit!"  It isn't a huge deal to me because he got me off less
than an hour ago and I know, I'll be getting fucked before I leave
Delaware.  I'm feeling amazingly good now, but when I drop down off
Alexander's waist and stand up on my own two feet the plug become very
noticeable. It doesn't really hurt me as long as I walk a bit bowlegged and
it also rubs my prostate with each step so my dick gets firm right away.
"Jesus, Alexander, this butt plug feels good, but I'll be walking around
with a hard-on all night."  Still pissed he didn't think to fuck me before
putting in the plug, he mutters, "Lucky you, dude!" Doing my bowlegged walk
up the stairs following Alexander, he's saying, "Your skinny body looks so
sexy all shaved like that. I'm so turned on by you it's ridiculous."
Upstairs again Alexander tells me he loves everything about my shaved body
because it's so new looking.  He caresses all over me using both hands
saying he can't detect a single hair or prickly area. "I'll tell you,
Oliver, if you lived closer I'd keep you shaved like this all the time. I
can do it if you're willing to drive up here once a week; I'd love if you
would." I go, "Man, I can't get away every weekend, Alexander. Wish I could
though," and I put my arm around his neck for a kiss. I get attached to
Alexander when he sort of takes over and does whatever he wants with
me. It's almost always wicked sexy and I like being one of his boys. I
still have my shirt on, but that's all I have on as my pant, socks, and
sneakers are still downstairs. Alexander knows he didn't need to shave my
chest, no need at all.  Satisfied my torso's hairless, he goes to the bar
and fixes himself another drink, then burst out laughing, saying, "What a
dip shit I am, Oliver, I wanted to get inside that tight ass of yours so
badly and then without thinking, I stick your plug in."

He looks at me like he's waiting for something, and I know what that
something is, so I gave him my best blank stare.  He finally has to say it,
"I don't suppose you'd go through that again, would you? I'll pull the plug
out now for a quickie?  It wouldn't be nearly as bad getting the plug back
in this second time."  He tentatively looks over at me and I make a face
like, 'No fucking way,' and Alexander mumbles, "I didn't think so." He'd
stop doing anything I really put my foot down about, and I'm trusting him
more and more. I might protest something, but he'll continue until he knows
I'm serious about not wanting him doing something doing and then he
stops. Like I said, I trust him by now.  We stand at the little bar and
drink our drinks and smoke our cigarettes and talk about Wildwood and our
first time together.  I feel very close to Alexander, looking at his face
as he talks and I want to believe everything he says. The boy has a
magnetic personality, people want to be with him. He lights another
cigarette and then gets an idea, " Hey Oliver, you've never sucked me off,
and I've done you any number of times. Fair is fair little buddy, right?"
Hell, I like sucking young cocks, so I say, "Sure, Alexander, I'd like to
suck your cock," and with a huge grin on his face he drops his drawers
right there. Down on my knees I go because I'm use to doing it that way for
Randy. My butt plug pumps into my prostate and I grimace at the sexy
feeling in my rectum, then contract my buttocks muscles and need to stifle
a moan of pleasure. That damn plug is hot. Alexander smiles as he watches
me experience the butt plug for the first time, then with me on my knees,
he rubs his fingers through my dyed hair, saying, "Well Oliver, you're
impressing me by getting on your knees."  I want to impress him too;
actually I'm always trying to impress somebody. Giving Alexander my entire
Randy Rider blow job routine starting with a general lapping from his belly
button to his hole where I find some sparse hairs, but nothing too
gross. Licking the hairs flat against his ass cheek, I rim his hole with
big wet laps and soon I'm getting my tongue inside him a little and
Alexander is the one squirming and quietly moaning now. It gives me a
thrill to see the pleasure I can give him. Same for Joey, but with Randy
I'm the one getting more pleasure than him.

The plug is constantly erotic because every time I move it massages my
rectum in a sensitive spot and when I move another way it massages another
sensitive spot. Whoever thought of this knows what they're doing; with a
butt plug boners just gets harder and harder with every move. Alexander's
rubbing my head and moaning pretty much from the start and it's as if one
of us, or even both of us, has been aroused for the better part of an hour
now.  It started with our earlier make-out and the hickey and my orgasm,
then the body shave and all that followed right up to the butt plug and me
rimming Alexander, and I haven't even gotten to sucking his hot cock. The
rimming seems to take Alexander by surprise; for once he's the surprised
one.  He's a very clean fellow so there isn't any unpleasant stuff like
with Randy, who isn't always a very clean fellow.  After awhile Alexander
groans, "Suck my cock, Oliver, I'm afraid I'm going to cum and I really
want to shoot off in your mouth." He's pretty much breathless by now and
I'm proud of myself for being able to rim him this good; it's the
experience curve again. Licking up and down his boner where there's already
a lot of pre cum to swallow before I can take him fully inside my
mouth. I'm enjoying myself sucking on his nice looking boner, and for two
or three minutes of him puffing out fast breaths, with quiet grunts of
pleasure, I pushed my head forward until the swollen head of his cock pops
past my gag reflex area into my throat.  Alexander let's out a squeak, not
expecting that either. Moaning he puts pressure on the back of my head and
slowly his long boner, inch by inch, goes into my throat bulging my
neck. My nose finally buries in his thick bush with his cock way down my
throat.  Definitely the longest cock yet for me. After just a few seconds I
feel myself getting ready to gag so I pull off that boner slowly and when
the head of his cock is back in my mouth I sucked on it and lap at it like
it's the best tasting all day sucker ever.  When the head begins expanding
I rub it against the inside of my smooth cheek for a bit and then against
the ridges on the roof of my mouth and just as I'm about to push it back
down my throat again Alexander bucks his hips letting out a long,
"Ahhhhhhh," and a fat splash of cum fills my mouth.  Swallowing real fast,
just in time for a hard steam following the initial splash of creamy spunk
spurt, and then a smaller hard stream after that, and it's a lot of spunk!.

Alexander's making long breathy whizzing noises by now and his entire body
seems to be in motion even though he doesn't move away from my mouth more
than an inch.  He also never stops rubbing my shoulders and the back of my
neck.  His cum fills up my mouth and drools out at the corners, running
down my chin and then on down to my neck. His cum's very tasty, the
tastiest cum I think I've ever swallowed, including my own.  Can't think of
any that's sweeter and the same for his slightly salty pre cum.  Very nice.
Listening to a lot of heavy breathing and a few chuckles from Alexander, as
tries getting his voice back, then he exclaims, "Holy shit!  Where'd ya
learn to do that?  Awesome, Oliver, really, awesome".  He slowly pulls his
dick from my mouth and strokes it three or four times before putting it
away, as I stroke my own cock.  "Great blow job, wow!"  Alexander's truly
surprised at my cock sucking expertise and I again feel proud for pleasing
him; it's a good feeling and I'm trying not to smile, but I do
anyway. Still on my knees I glance up at him and he smiles down at me
making me feel real tight, real close with him. He uses his finger as a
squeegee scraping cum off my neck and feeding it to me; I lick his finger
each time he put it in my mouth.  I'm having a fun sexy time with him and
adding to that, when I casually sit back on my ankles the butt plug once
again presses up against my prostate tightly, oooh so nice. I need to
stroke my boner which gets watery cum up from my shaved balls drooling out
my gaping pee slit.  Jesus, that felt good as I stroke myself a few more
times.  The butt plug keeps me in an almost constant state of arousal; it's
a fun new toy.  Alexander gained so much experience in gay sex the last six
months, it's a blast learning new things with him.  He finishes cleaning
the cum off my neck and chin, smirking down at me and I can't keep the
little grin off my face. The pain of the plug going in me is a distant
memory, now it's fabulous and I wiggle my ass rubbing the plug around a
little bit inside my rectum, ooooh, damn, that feels good. Telling
Alexander it's feeling good gets a smile from him, and a murmured, "I knew
it would, Oliver." Reaching down, he takes both my hands helping me up,
asking, "You think I'd do anything to hurt you?  I've had a plug in my ass
so I know it feels good for a couple hours." He hugs around my neck again
and kisses me with a lot of feeling, mumbling, "I adore you, Oliver. Your
slim body and your cute face give me so much joy." I know he likes me;
maybe I'm even his favorite boyfriend and we kiss a bit. Then he uses a wet
paper towel to go over the cum area on my chin and neck, saying in a goofy
voice, "All cum residue accounted for".

You know, all this is reminding me of why I liked him so much
originally. Fact is, everything combined has me very aroused as I cling to
Alexander, hugging him and humping my boner up against his hip, then
breathing hard I hump some more. It's like a shock to discover I'm so
aroused.  Alexander quietly says, "Take it easy, Oliver, slow down a
little. I know you want it and I'll be fucking you later on tonight, but
not now."  He laugh a little at my horniness for him, then teases me by
squeezing my ass which moves the plug around and I groan out, almost
feeling I'll have an orgasm, but not quite. It has me panting with desire
as he squeezes again and the plug moves as with me going up on my toes this
time, my arms around Alexander's neck, the side of my face against his. He
quietly says, "If you do good in this contest tonight, I'll give you a real
hot fuck right after. I promise, but you need to wait until I say it's
time. Okay, Oliver?" I feel so young compared to Alexander's recently
acquired sophistication in gay sexual matter, I go, "Yes, Alexander, I'll
do good in the contest." He's rubbing the palms of his hands over my back
and down near my ass.  "You'll work with me on this, right?" I gulp out,
"Oh, yeah.  Whatever you want, Alexander." My face is red and sweaty by now
and I lean my head away from his body, still clinging to him, staring at
him and realizing how desperately I want that dick I just sucked to be up
inside me. Biting my lip I mutter, "Um, you know Alexander, it'd be fine
with me if you want to pull the plug out for a quickie, or even a rough
fuck. I don't mind that you'll need to put it back in afterward. Will you
do that for me?"  He shakes his head laughing, telling me we don't have
time for that now. If I'd said okay a half hour ago when he first asked,
but not now. "And anyway, Oliver, you just sucked my nuts totally dry so I
can't really get up a good hard boner for another hour or so.  Jeez, what
do ya think I am, anyway?" I stand properly chastised. When will I learn
just to go along with him when he suggests things? He's the one who knows
what he's doing. Dropping my arms, disappointed, I go, "I know, I should
have followed your lead earlier."

Alexander pats my cheek, then he drags a couple of shopping bags out of a
closet, getting a case of the giggles, saying, "Wait till you see these
costumes, Oliver." Oh yeah, I forgot about our costumes. He says, "We're
short of time now, we need to get to the club before eight o'clock." I'm
panting again moving my butt cheeks to feel the plug as I stroked my cock a
few more times, saying, "Okay, Alexander, sure."  I pull on my pud all the
way into his bedroom. "Pull your T shirt off, Oliver" and when I do he
says, "Oh, I forgot.  Come in the bathroom a second".  I'm totally naked
now as I do what he says.  In the bathroom Alexander gets a safety razor
out and tells me to lift up my arms. when I do and he puts a little dab of
shaving cream under each arm and shaves there too, saying "How'd I forget
your underarms?  What else did I forget"?  He looks at my face real close
and does a quick couple of dry razor swipes on my upper lip, and a swipe
down under each of my sideburns.  "I don't see a fucking thing there
Oliver, but what the hell.  Huh?"  He proclaims me totally void of hair now
as he again rubbing all around my body with both hands, resulting in my six
inch boner, so hard now it's sticking straight out of my bare, smooth belly
above two hard, buzzing nuts hanging in a hairless sack right under
it. Hugging around his neck again with both arms, I'm so hot for him it's
insane, and I beg him to fuck me. Pulling his head down for a long spit
swapping kiss and all during the kiss I can't stop humping up against his
crotch. When he brakes off the kiss there's a big wet spot from my dripping
boner on the front of his pants. He says sternly, "We don't have time for
that!" Then he gets laughing again; it amuses him how horny he can get me,
I guess. Him, and the butt plug he's stuck up my ass.  When we're walking
out of the bathroom he pulls on the butt plug ring and the sensation on my
prostate causes dribbles of watery cum to drool out of my boner again and
it feels so good I go, "Ohhhh Ohh Ohhh, Alexander," in an embarrassingly
high pitched way, as I stroke my boner trying to get more cum out, but
without much success..


Seeing me completely naked and completely unconcerned about being naked,
and seeing me constantly playing with myself in front of him, gets
Alexander into another laughing fit. He laughs a lot, but I can't join in
because all I can think about is a good old fashioned climax and I don't
seem to be able to stop stroking my dick and squeezing my nuts either.  Oh
my God, Alexander's so red in the face from laughing at me and now he can't
catch his breath either.  Watching him alternate laughing and hiccuping
finally is enough to get me to join in; it's contagious seeing him laugh so
hard and reminds me of us two back in Wildwood, way back when we were both
much younger. We end up leaning against each other like nine year olds in a
giggling fit until Alexander glances at his watch and goes, "Oh man,
Oliver, it's getting late. You've got to stop playing with yourself or
you'll get me laughing again.You look so serious pulling on your dick, it's
a riot."  We run out of laughing gas and he gets down to business, "Oliver,
I'll help ya out real fast so we can get on with what we need to do.  Come
over here and sit on my bed."  I like the way he confidently takes charge
and I get serious too and walk right over to do what he said. When I sit
down I jump immediately right back up.  It hurts deep inside me to sit on
the plug.  Alexander said, "Oops.  I forgot, here sit on this."  He pick up
a rubber ring that look like a large life saver candy, about eighteen
inches across.  He explains it's a ring people with hemorrhoids use so they
don't sit on their hemmies, and seeing the look on my face when he says
that, gets him laughing again while I stare at him, incredulously, "Are you
serious.  I've got to carry this around all night to sit on.  Is that what
I gotta do?"  His face is bright red again because the laughing once again
prevents him from breathing; he just nods his head 'yes'.  We aren't drunk,
but the drinks we've had help to make not so funny things seem as if they
are. It's nice seeing Alexander act like the boy I first knew in
Wildwood. I go, "Better idea! You wear this around your neck and when I
want to sit down I'll know where it is."  We laughs again, then he mumbles,
"I'm exhausted from laughing."  Alexander says, "I know you need to climax,
Oliver.  Sit on the ring," which I do.  My boner's still bobbing out in
front of me.  Alexander gets on his knees and sucks on my boner for maybe
four minutes and I have the big climax I need so badly. When it flies out
from my cock the squeal I make is humiliating, but I don't care. I lurched
so hard with my hips the ring I'm sitting on slides off the bed and I end
up on the floor stroking my boner and draining my nuts dry. My whole body
shuddered at climax. Not a great deal of spunk came out; it just felt like
a lot coming out.  After getting my breath back I do feel much better.

Alexander helps me up, asking, "All better, baby?"  Nodding my head
affirmatively, I get on my feet and he says, "We're a team and we helped
each other out," then he hugs me with both arms and kisses the side of my
face, like I'm the most desirable boy in the world.  My cock's almost limp
after Alexander's blow job, but my plug, from just walking around gets it
back up to semi-stiff quickly.  Alexander's pulling some things out of
shopping bags, saying, "We gotta get our shit together now, Oliver." He
gets undressed and then pulls on a gray body-stocking that has a big black
bat pictured in an oval yellow area across his chest.  I don't know what
else to call that thing except a body-stocking. I zipper him up in the
back.  It's a stretchy fabric that outlines and highlights his package in
an excellent way, making it look huge.  He has that long penis plus big
nuts and that combo makes a great bulge at his crotch.  I think again about
having his long cock up inside me and the idea gets me blowing out a long
exhale and licking my lips. The plug pushes up against my prostate button
just then and I go, "Ahh, whoa! Jeez, oh yeah!" He ignores that, saying,
"Put this on Oliver." He's holding out a pair of dark green silky jockey
shorts, as in underwear jockey shorts, except there's a Velcro flap in
front and back.  Those flaps will exposed my dick and nuts in front and my
buttocks in back when open, like they are at the moment.  I say, "You have
seriously got to be totally kidding this time.  First off, this thing
wouldn't fit a nine year old and secondly I'm not wearing it."  Alexander
says, "Fasten the flaps up, and put it on right now. You want another
screwdriver?"  As I pull on the tiny green jockey shorts I go, "Yeah,
better make it a double". The material of this skimpy little costume is
silky and cool feeling against my shaved skin.  My whole body feels so
different after Alexander shaved me.  Especially my totally hairless
legs. When the air hits them it makes me want to rub my hands up and down
my legs.  The material in my costume is not only silky, but also a tough
waterproof fabric that contracts my ass crack, exaggerating the bubble butt
look, while putting pressure on my butt plug at the same time.  When I pull
the panties tightly in place I go up on my toes again, holding my breath
waiting for the latest cum urge to subside.

To say that it doesn't feel good would be a lie, and I need to let my
breath out slowly and adjust my nuts in this tight, tight jockey-silky
thing.  Whee, I glance at myself in the mirror and my ass looks real hot,
but this is weird even by Alexander's standards. He comes in with the
drinks and goes, "Oh fuck, let me look at you. Perfect ass!  Oh my God
Oliver, I didn't think it was possible you could look hotter, but that
shaved body and that round ass of yours. Absolutely fantastic!!"  Then he
adds, "Put the top on now, we gotta hurry, dude." He put on a yellow
utility belt with a number of pouches around his waist and then he pulls on
black boots that reached almost to his knees. Staring at his crotch I see
that he has a flap opening at his crotch too; I can just make out the seam
of the Velcro flap.The top part of my costume is red with a sliver of green
where short sleeves would be.  Actually it's a red, skin tight, sleeveless,
T shirt made of silk. The tee hugs my torso, but extends only to just above
my belly button. There's a black circle over my left tit with a yellow
letter "R" and I have a yellow silk belt to hang around my hips.  Wonder
how much this thing cost? There's also a short yellow cape that hangs over
my back, but doesn't even reach my ass.  For my feet there are little green
silk slippers and to hide my identity a narrow black eye mask that's just
slightly wider than my eyes.  I can't help but wonder, 'How the fuck am I
suppose to fight crime in this outfit?'  The black cape Alexander puts on
hangs almost to the floor.  When he tries on his black leather head piece
with the bat ears sticking up on top, Ta Da!  He's Batman.  He mutters,
"Jesus, I feel like an asshole in this outfit. I need one for the road."
His roadie is yet another screwdriver; this one he mixes in a plastic cup
so he can drink it while he drives, what could be safer?. Taking a sip, he
makes a face and pours more vodka in the drink, then takes another swallow
staring at me, then says, "You're not "butch" enough."  I massaged my
groin, mumbling, "Say what?"  After another sip of his drink, he instructs
me, "Come over here, Oliver. We need to do something outrageous to give you
that bad-boy butch look", and at the dressing table he picks up a black
lipstick pencil. Oh great, I needed to wear black lipstick to the last
affair at his club. Holding my face steady with a too-tight, left handed
grip on my chin, he applies the black lipstick giving me exaggerated black
lipstick bow shaped lips.  Not satisfied yet, the last thing he does is
grab a shot glass off the bar and, holding it over my big red hickey, he
outlines a perfect black circle around it.  "I don't want anyone to miss
this beauty," he mutters to himself. Then he puts the lipstick pencil in
one of the pouches on his utility belt.  Handy to have a utility belt. I
drink some of his roadie screwdriver, purposely leaving black lipstick on
the rim of the cup.

Then from Alexander, it's a cheerful, "Let's go, we're late," as if it's me
who held us up.  We hustle down to the garage, my cape fluttering out
behind me, with the hemorrhoid ring in my hand; it bumps off my bare thigh
as we stomp down the steps.  Alexander's new BMW convertible sits shining
in the glow of the overhead light.  I ask, "Where's the bat mobile?"
Alexander says, "In the shop for a tuneup," then slams his car door getting
his cape caught in it, and we hear a quiet tearing sound after which many,
many curse words are shouted by Alexander, with me trying very hard not to
laugh. Biting my lip and doing my fake cough we pull out of the bat cave
with Alexander stepping down hard on the gas to get that fucking bat mobile
replacement tearing up the highway.

to be continued... chapter 20 (Alexander IV) by Donny Mumford
thinat20@yahoo.com

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