Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2007 06:21:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLIVER AT COLLEGE 3 ( WEEKEND IN DELAWARE)  by Donny Mumford

My roommate Joey emailed me this morning telling me
that he'd gotten home OK, but right away he noticed a
bathroom problem.   After having me take care of him
it's now wicked awkward having his brother help him in
the bathroom "and he isn't nearly as helpful as you,
Oliver ....not even close". I laughed because he was
obviously referring to me jerking him off.   Joey went
on to say he can't believe how much he's missing his
slave (me).   I had to laugh at his "slave" comment
too.  The email went on to confirm that he'd be back
in the dorm Monday evening.  There were no classes on
Monday because it's a National holiday....Presidents
day or George Washington's birthday or whatever this
holiday is called now.

Well, it's always nice to hear that someone misses you
and I miss Joey too.  Can't wait to do our bathroom
routine again actually, especially that newly
discovered little fetish of his about the shaved
pubes.  As I packed an overnight bag for my trip to
Delaware I thought about Joey and me and about how
lucky both of us were that we got to be each other's
roommate.  I also knocked-on my wood desk top hoping
everything goes OK at the doctors for him.  Can't wait
till Joey gets the casts off his arms and leg.  I
thought about how it might feel to actually be hugged
by Joey and I smiled at the very idea.  I keep
changing my mind about Joey's sexuality but recently
I'm leaning towards.....maybe, I'm really not sure
though.

It's obvious that I can quickly get attached to any
cute boy who happens to be in my life, especially
when they're nice to me....hell, I've also
occasionally gotten attached to some that aren't real
nice to me too.   For example,  there's Myers who has
never been "nice" to me but who I got the "hots"
for...sexually, anyway.  And then that hottie Mike
Sullivan from the Wildwood boardwalk comes to mind.
He certainly wasn't very nice to me.  Damn, he hasn't
popped into my head since I started college.  Mike has
a sort of irresistible magnetism or maybe it's some
kind of supernatural hypnotic spell he can put on
me....I don't know what the hell it is.  All I know is
that there's something very special associated with
that buzz-cut boy who acts rough and tough with the
cute baby face and the mesmerizing persona.  I got 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 is the reason for my trip to
Delaware in the first place.  My dick got this squirmy
feeling thinking about me fucking Alexander.  Jesus,
my dick is always active....am I ever horny!  All the
messing around I've been doing with Joey is sexy fun
for sure,  but he's the one that been getting "off".
I've still got only myself getting me off,  which I
like doing a lot, don't get me wrong.... but it's
nothing compared to fucking a guy or getting fucked.
And ya know, I think I like getting fucked even more
than doing the fucking.  Although, I can get dizzy
fantasizing about either one.

Hell, it's not like I've had no experience fucking
guys because I have.  In the last six months I've
fucked the mailroom boy Pete a few times and Alexander
a few times and my brother and even my girlfriend's
little brother, Myers, who I mentioned earlier.   But
none of them for a very long time and not very often,
to say the least.....mostly one shot deals...one and
out.  A couple of more times with Alexander as I've
said, but that is my entire sexual portfolio as
regards fucking.   I'm real anxious to expand on it so
this trip to see Alexander is something I've been
eagerly looking forward to.

Putting my small satchel in the passenger seat of my
car I realized that it was too chilly to make the
drive with the Mimi Cooper's top down, so I
reluctantly left the top up.  Alexander had emailed me
directions to his place which was reassuring since I'd
recently had that bad luck with MapQuest.  I was
excited and a little nervous.   It's to be expected I
guess...after all,  I'd only spent that one week with
Alexander five or six months ago.  We don't actually
know each other all that well.  Still, I was hot to
have sex with him and, oh my God, that blow job he'd
given me after the haircut.  I keep thinking about
that unique feeling of being sucked-off.....it was
unbelievable.  I had no idea something could feel like
that and it's still the only blow job I've ever had.
What a climax I had with him sucking on my boner!

I had tried my best to duplicate Alexander's technique
when I sucked-off Frankie that time but the truth is,
having Frankie's dick in my mouth forced all other
thoughts out of my head.   As I drove along toward
Delaware I began thinking about Frankie again.  Those
little round eyeglasses and his pretty, cute face, the
bright red hair and, of course, swapping spit with
him.  God damn it all, I love him so much and I miss
him so. His smell was on my arms that last time we
were together.  It was that time I maneuvered him into
fucking me....I'd had my arms around his neck holding
him tight for so long that when I was driving home I
couldn't stop smelling my arm..... my arm smelled like
Frankie.  My heart hurts when I can't see him and,
never mind seeing him.... I still have 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
thought about Alexander and the plan for this
weekend.... which was basically for me to go directly
to his barbershop arriving there right after he closes
the shop.  He'll give me a haircut and after that
we'll get all cleaned up and then head out to his
private gay club.  Alexander has belonged to it since
graduating from high school.  The club doesn't open
until 9 pm 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 which is
right over his shop...... on the second floor.
Alexander is a year older than me, but still not old
enough to drink booze.   We can drink in a private
club though....... which we intend doing.  Sounds like
fun, 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 of course he
isn't really a very good "top".  He can be a wonderful
"bottom" though and he is an expert cock sucker, I got
to admit that for sure.... he's also a sweet, funny,
likable guy.  So, all in all, not too bad.   Plus, his
driving directions were perfect!   I pulled up to his
barber shop at 5:40pm...a little early so I'll just
have to sit in the car for a few minutes.  I parked
across the street and looked at the barbershop.  It
didn't look like any run-of-the-mill barbershops I was
familiar with.  This looked ritzy and expensive.  It
was in a brand new strip mall consisting of six
attached businesses fronting a complex of condos.  New
everything of course,  but everything imitated the way
things looked in the 1920s or 1930s.  Old fashioned
lamp post and shutters on the windows.  All brick
buildings with heavy wooden doors and, I don't know,
it looked cool..... and, like I said, expensive.  A
Godiva chocolate shop, Wine an Spirits shop, Coach
leather goods shop and..... like that.

Alexander's parents were rich so they'd gotten him
started in a very upscale location.  He never acts as
though he's rich with me though ...very down to earth.
 I smoked my Marlboro lights while thinking about
these things and waited patiently for him to close up
the shop.  At a little after six a middle aged man and
a kid, probably the man's son, came out of the shop.
The man had a new normal-looking haircut and the
teenage son had a hot looking spiked haircut.  A
minute later another young fellow in his early
twenties came out in a bit of a hurry, putting on a
windbreaker as he slammed the door.  He had that
stylish faux hawk haircut that Alexander had given me
last summer.

Before he'd gotten the windbreaker on I noticed the
guy's shirt.  It looked like something you might wear
in a swanky place while cutting hair...you know, with
his name and the name of the shop embroidered over the
pocket and epaulets on the shoulders.  I assumed this
was the assistant Alexander told me he was having a
difficult time training.  Kind of a cute kid in a
chunky sort of way.  I watched him walk down the block
till he turned up the next street.  Great ass!  Hmmmm?
 Then Alexander opened the door and looked around.

I had to smile because I know he saw my Mini Cooper,
but instead of acknowledging it he did a theatrical
shrug and pretended to begin  locking-up for the
night.  I called over, "Hey, Mr barber dude....I'm not
too late for a haircut, am I?".  He ignored me for a
few seconds and then flashed me a smile and came
running over to my car.   Laughing, he stuck his face
through my car's open window and kissed me on the
lips.  It reminded me of our first day together when,
while he was smoking, he'd kissed me as I was sitting
on a stool in the North's Wildwood kitchen.   Today,
during our kiss,  my exhale of cigarette smoke
enveloped Alexander's head just like his exhale during
our kiss that first day had done to mine.

God, he felt good as  I put one arm around his neck
and kissed him back.  He's a very good kisser and my
dick got hard as a flag poll.  Alexander sucked my
tongue into his mouth and licked it while moaning,
"Mmmmm   mmmm".  Man, it's so hot kissing with other
guys....I swear I almost creamed my jeans.  Alexander
pulled away in the nick of time though and said, "I
love all you pretty white guys cause ya all taste so
good".  I said, "Never mind that boy, get my luggage
and follow me".  He said, "Yessa, Massa"  and off we
went laughing and purposely bumping against one
another as we crossed the street... a little bit like
two thirteen year olds going on a sleep over.

Alexander is always doing a "step-and-fetch-it"
routine and it's usually good for a laugh,  but I'll
bet none of his customers has a clue that he's
partially African American.  His father is of African
descent but much less than 100%...he is a mix of
racial genes and Alexander's mother is blond-haired
and as lilly white as one can be without being an
albino.  The father was a very handsome wide receiver
for the NFL Dallas Cowboys back in the day and the
mother was a beautiful Dallas Cowboy cheerleader.
Together they conceived Alexander and he is one
handsome twenty year old, you better believe that.
Light brown skin and Caucasian facial features with
large ,bright brown eyes, beautiful teeth and unique
hair....dark brown and very thick. Unbelievably
fabulous 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.  As I mentioned,
he can also be slightly girlie during sex.  That was
the case six months ago anyhow, maybe he's outgrown it
by now.....I hope so because other than that one
little flaw he is one HOT dude.  Alexander has
boyfriends all the time, but that's OK with me because
he and I aren't pretending to be in love.  We're in
"like" and the "like" has a lot to do with sex.  Well,
that's not completely it....last summer we had a lot
of other fun together too, not just sex....  lots of
laughs.

Alexander's mother long ago divorced his biological
father and married a rich businessman who adopted
Alexander and that's how he became the twin's big
brother...well, half brother.  The three beautiful
North brothers....if you appreciate male beauty,
they'll take your breath away and I truly felt lucky
to be friends with them.  Alexander had a new hair
style himself now.  His hair had been straightened and
cut to about an inch length all over his head except
for across his forehead...well, not just across his
forehead, his entire hairline was outlined in a neat,
crisp razored detail.  I use to love grabbing a
handful of his soft dense hair in each of my hands and
pulling his head back while I was fucking him.

Of course, this stylish haircut of his didn't surprise
me at all because he's in the business.  If anything
Alexander was better looking and sexier than I
remembered.  His handsome face with the warm smile and
kind, big,  bright brown eyes went along with that
lithe, tight body of his.  An enticing body for sure
and high-lighted by a perfectly shaped bubble-butt
ass...the one I love to fuck.  The whole package was
totally hot and arousing and had me blinking my eyes
and coughing that phony cough of mine from nervousness
or maybe it was from anticipation             ....I
don't know for sure.

Half way across the street Alexander took my hand and
kind of pulled me with him.  It made me feel like a
little boy in one way, but in another way it made my
dick move around in my tightie-whitie jockey
underpants.  The inside of the barbershop replicated
the 1920s theme of the outside.  There were brand-new,
big,  old-time barber chairs.... the ones with black
leather backs and seats and white porcelain arm rest
and the ornate, steel foot rest.  The chairs' back
cranked down so that the customers' head can be over
the sink that's behind each chair for shaving or
shampooing purposes.  There were three barber chairs
in the shop and eight red upholstered "waiting" chairs
with metal arms along the side wall.  A lot of mirrors
and period pieces for decoration.  It was cool.  Music
played out of a number of speakers...sounded like a
local rock station.

Alexander, still holding my hand, said with a chuckle,
"Lets take all this luggage upstairs to the apartment,
Oliver."  He was carrying my small satchel with his
free hand as he pulled me along with him.   I stumbled
trying to keep up and Alexander chuckled again and
said, "Aren't you the anxious one.  Don't worry
Oliver, I'm going to take good care of you."  I
scratched my head, not at all sure what he was talking
about....I wasn't anxious...well, I was in a way, but
I tripped because he was pulling me.  It all gave me a
funny buzzing feeling in my stomach because I was sort
of feeling like maybe I was slipping a little bit
under Alexander's control.  It made me shiver with
that "anticipation" I just mentioned which in turn
made my dick move around some more.  Pleasurable.

I consciously let myself relax and enjoy the
ride...."be docile, boy".  It seems Alexander has
developed some confidence in the six months since I
last saw him and it seems likely that he's also
eliminated the feminine routine entirely.  The
atmosphere surrounding Alexander was different from
the way it was last summer...he had grown-up some I
guess.  This is going to be exciting, I just know it
is.  I followed him through a door which led to a
small room that was set-up with the same old-fashioned
barber chair and mirrors etc. as the main barbershop.
The next room was his office with a half bath
attached. Then he pulled me through yet another
doorway  and up the steps to his condo.

Holding hands with another boy is a very erotic thing
to me...... it was so hot, but I rarely got the chance
to do it.  Alexander's hand was much bigger than mine
and this added to the feeling I had of being the
little boy with Alexander being the "big" boy.  God,
the feel of his palm against mine was exciting and I
could feel myself slipping into that delicious
trance-like state some guys can put me in.  They don't
know they're doing it....I just let myself go so I can
follow their lead.  It makes me feel dreamy and sexy
and dizzy and squirmy and out-of-breath.

Alexander dropped my satchel as soon as we entered his
apartment and then firmly pulled me into his tight
body and hugged me with both arms.  He was three or
four inches taller than me so it was convenient for
him to kiss the top of my head as he squeezed me
tighter.  Then he kissed the side of my forehead with
a long wet kiss and said, "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?"  Then another kiss on my cheek,
followed by, "We're going to have a great time Oliver.
 Oh my God, you smell good."  One last tight hug and
he let me go entirely and said, "Come on in the
kitchen and I'll make us a vodka and tonic."

I nodded my head as I followed him into the kitchen.
He had me in a satisfying trance alright.  Fuck, I
feel funny, but awesome too.  This is a new
thing...this feeling is new.  Alexander in charge?
Jeez, I wanted him to be more in charge when we were
in Wildwood...maybe I should be careful what I wish
for or maybe this is exactly what I want.  I had a
semi-boner down there so something's working. I
couldn't get over how fucking hot he looked with that
new hair style.  He'd lost some weight too, and his
shoulders!  Working-out at the gym was really paying
off for him.

The apartment was new and very nice, but, in truth,
it couldn't compare with my brother Christain's place
which was luxurious and probably cost ten times what
this place cost.  That being said, I much preferred
Alexander's place.  It was totally contemporary.  Lots
of brushed chrome, glass, off-white cushions and a
number of dark earth-tone designer throw rugs here and
there on the shiny hardwood floors.  Everything
gleamed.  Odd shaped floor lamps created shadows and
bright spots.  It would all be kind of creepy if it
wasn't so cool.

Alexander mixed our drinks as I sat on one of three
counter stools that  had round,  backless seats.  I
stared at Alexander who looked serious while he
deliberately measured the vodka into a shot glass
before pouring it into tall glasses that had  thick
bottoms.  Then he scooped-in small, square, clear, ice
cubes to fill the glass half-way and then tonic and a
squeeze from  wedges of lime and finished the drink by
dropping the wedge on top.  Everything Alexander did
was very unhurried and deliberate.  I remembered that
that was exactly how he cut my hair last summer too.
It's the way he did everything.

When the drinks were ready and he had wiped the
counter, he gave me the sexiest smile and pushed my
glass to me. "Hope ya like it" he said and lifted his
glass for a little toast. I raised my glass and we
clicked the rims against each others glass and had a
drink.  Personally I can't stand tonic, but I was in
this trance-like mood so I didn't want to break it by
asking for grapefruit juice or orange juice instead of
the tonic.  He took a long pull on his drink and when
he put the glass down he said, "Mmmmm. I needed that.
Long day, but now you're here and I got my second
wind.  How ya been doing, Oliver?"

I had to start talking so that broke my spell somewhat
which I was sad about but I couldn't very well stay a
zombie all night I guess.  We reminisced a bit and
then did that thing where he tells me something that
he thinks will be impressive and then I try to top it
and so forth.  We had a second drink and this time I
did ask for grapefruit juice.  When we were done
trying to impress each other and were quiet for a
second I could feel Alexander staring at me so I
looked him in the eye and said, "What?"  This made him
chuckle and then say, "You don't have any idea how
special you are, do you?"  I was like, "Say what?  Are
you trying to break my balls again, Alexander?"  I
thought we were going to rag on each other for a
while.

Alexander slowly shook his head and said, "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."  With that he ruffled my
hair and cupped the back of my head and pulled my head
toward his and kissed me gently on my lips.  Then he
recreated the kiss he'd given me earlier, when I'd
been sitting in my car.  It was a long kiss and I had
both my arms around his neck hugging him before it was
over.  I was within a half second of creaming my pants
this time too when he pulled away and said to me,
"Jesus Christ, Oliver...I'm going to soil my boxers
any second now.  You are the hottest thing I ever ran
into." and he laughed his great laugh like it was the
funniest thing in the world.  I took in deep breaths
and thought to myself, "enjoy every second,
Oliver....be reckless".

Lighting a cigarette he took a drag and drank a big
gulp of his drink right on top of the drag and blew
smoke out of his nose while he swallowed, staring into
my eyes.  I was drifting into that trance again.
Alexander handed me the cigarette he'd just taken the
drag off of and lit himself another one.  When he had
it lit he said, "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 took another drag followed by another pull on his
gin and tonic as I nodded that 'yes" it was a hot
time.

For some reason he laughed again and said, "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 came around from behind the kitchen
counter and took my hand again and led me downstairs
to that smaller room with the single barber chair.  He
said, "As long as I can remember I've had this fantasy
about cutting hair while I'm completely naked."
Alexander laughed when I gave him a strange look and
then he said, "I know, I know...it's nuts and I'm
still not ballsy enough to do it....BUT, how-a-bout we
do the haircut in just our boxers.  OK?" and he pulled
his shirt over his head and kicked off his Italian
leather loafers.  He wasn't wearing socks.  Then he
dropped his linen slacks and picking everything up he
said with a laugh, "Come on...get undressed, Oliver."
His smooth body was so perfect I just stared at it.

The manner in which he said everything and the casual
way he'd undressed in front of me had me back in that
trance-like state of mind.  My balls buzzed and that
weird, sexy feeling slithered around in my stomach and
groin.  I had to take a deep breath and then do two
fake coughs.  Alexander said, "Oh, 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 OK too."  I pulled my
Polo golf shirt over my head and he smiled at me this
big beaming smile that made me smile back at him.
"Thanks, man" he said and went to fiddle with a
control panel that changed the music.  I took off all
my clothes except my jockey shorts,  wishing I'd worn
boxers today.

Alexander patted the seat of the barber chair wanting
me to get up onto it.  He said, "Remember, Oliver, no
talking.  I like to get into my job and really
concentrate. OK?"  I nodded my head again.  In the
trance like state I don't want to talk much anyway.
The leather seat was soft and very comfortable,  but I
felt silly sitting there almost naked.  I tried to
place the music  Alexander had put on which was some
guy singing along with an orchestra.  It was obviously
some old time singer of love songs, songs I'd never
heard.  The guy's voice was smooth as could be,  kind
of corny too, but mellow and dreamy I guess I'd have
to say.  Alexander picked-up a clean, crisp, white
cape that had black pin stripes like old time barber's
capes had and snapped it in the air to open it.  Then
he let it float down around me.

The whole scene was hypnotic to me by now.  The cape
felt cool on my bare skin.  Alexander was putting a
strip of tissue paper around my neck when he leaned
close to my ear and whispered to me, "It's  Johnny
Mathias, the guy singing.  He's from the fifties or
sixties.  He's gay and his singing makes me feel sexy.
 What do ya think?"  I nodded my head again and
Alexander chuckled while he pulled the cape up around
my neck.  "Sit up, Oliver" he said sternly as he
reached around 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, OK?  Can ya do that, Oliver?" I
nodded again and felt my dick start stiffening-up as I
felt my face getting red and I took a number of short
breaths.  The way he talked to me now, as if I was a
little boy...it had this sexual affect.... playing
with something in my subconscious mind. The barber's
cape had a small tent indicating where my semi-hard
cock was located.  Everything Alexander did seemed
totally sensual to me which is not at all what I'd
expected or remembered from last summer.

Alexander cranked the back of the barber chair down
and soon I was almost lying flat on my back.  He said
nothing about my little  tent,  just turned on some
water and I heard a bottle top pop off....savory
shampoo is what it smelled like.  I closed my eyes and
enjoyed being touched.  It made me think of Joey.
This must be kinda how he feels all the time I'm
washing and taking care of him.  Yes, it was truly a
pleasurable feeling.  Really nice, but I can't
describe it very well so let's just say that it feels
like a dreamy, relaxing trance with very serious
sexual overtones  topped-off with a 'scary' feeling.
You know, scary because you're not sure what he might
do to you next.

That must be part of the attraction for me, "what's he
going to do next?"... guys like me relish this kind of
thing.  I'm referring to guys that have some
submissiveness in them .  Us submissive types like to
put ourselves in someone's hands or under someone's
control, but there is always the apprehension of
'what's he going to do next?'  It made me think,
"maybe Joey is submissive too".  In any case, this
kind of situation, when unplanned and done correctly
like Alexander is doing it, sure works for me. The
fact that Alexander does everything so slowly and
deliberately adds to the sensation quite a bit too.

Shortly he began wetting and then washing my hair,
massaging my scalp and the back of my neck.  Warm
thick suds and strong, long fingers.  I loved the
feeling and I concentrated on every movement his
finger tips made on my scalp and down near the back of
my neck.  It was so seductive.  After a period of
doing that he began rinsing out the shampoo and this
made me think of that time I shampooed Frankie's hair
in the shower of that little bathroom off my bedroom.
He had closed his eyes and lulled his head this way
and that while moaning his little moan.   It was all
such a pleasurable thing to have some boy shampooing
my hair and I realized that just like Frankie had
done, I was lulling my head too.  It was almost like I
was indicating.....do whatever you want to do to me
Alexander, this feels so fine.

Done with the rinsing he put some nice manly smelling
conditioner all through my longish hair and rinsed
that out too.  The old time singer crooned out the
smoothest sound I think I've ever heard and it was
putting me further and further into my wonderful
trance.  And, yes...the vodka helped everything along
too.   Alexander quietly pumped the back of the chair
up straight again and then pulled me up against the
back of the chair like he'd done earlier.  His long
fingered hands on either side of my waist gave me
goose bumps on my arms and shivers all around my
belly.  He whispered in an out-of-breath voice, "Stay
up straight for me, Oliver, please".  I put my
shoulders back and sat as straight as I could because
I wanted to please Alexander.

>From the moment I'd gotten up in that huge barber
chair I'd had a firm dick and it went from firm to
semi-hard at different times during the shampoo.
Sitting there after the shampoo it was back to just
being firm, but every stage it went through felt
fantastic.   It was all quite sensual and my balls
were slowly churning sperm around, just waiting for
the signal to go into high gear.  What a titillating
feeling.  Then the loud sound of a hair dryer,
followed by Alexander running his fingers through my
hair to help with the drying.  When my hair was dry he
turned off the dryer and started brushing my hair with
a semi-stiff bristled brush.  It felt great on my
scalp and my head tingled all over.

Alexander then began massaging up the back of my head
with his strong fingers and then along both my
shoulders and tight grips on my biceps simultaneously
and then on both shoulders and then up the back of my
head again.  My body was alive with shivers and
shudders and I was quietly blowing out short bursts of
air after each quick intake,  all the time sitting up
as straight as a Marine.  It was making me slightly
dizzy.  The head massage was turning into more of an
upper body massage with his strong hands and fingers
making me squirm in the chair.  I had my eyes closed.
It was almost like I was getting too much stimulation
so I had had to cut off the visuals.

Alexander now had both arms around the back of the
chair and under my cape massaging my nipples, chest
and waist down low near my groin.  I went, "Ohhh"  and
moved away from the back of the chair and Alexander
said, even more sternly than last time, "Stay
straight, Oliver" ... I got back up straight.
Alexander soon had both his hands inside my jockey
shorts with his left hand cupping under my nuts and
the index finger of his right hand pushing against my
hole.  I said, "  Ahhh" and then he pushed his finger
tip in my hole and squeezed my balls.  Precum rolled
down my six inch bone hard cock. He pushed 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 shook.

Alexanders face was against the side of my face as he
stood behind me and when he began finger fucking me
our cheeks rubbed together and I smelled his boyish
smell.  I thought, "this feels so nice, so erotic".
It's kinda like I do for Joey except Alexander was
also gently squeezing my nuts along with fingered my
hole.  I didn't know which stimulation to concentrate
on from one second to the next....the sensations in my
hole or the squeezed nuts.   It got so I was going
"Ohh" before he even squeezed my balls, just from the
anticipation.  I was getting very geared-up and fully
turned-on and ready to go along with anything
Alexander had in mind...then he simply stopped
everything, pulled his finger out and let go of my
balls.  I made another long hissing sound as my
shoulders shuddered involuntarily with my head shaking
back and forth with little quick jerks.

In his usual deliberate way Alexander came around in
front of me and lifted the cape up to expose my
throbbing boner.  The same boner that Alexander had,
ten seconds ago, situated so that my cock's head was
up past the waist band of my jockey underwear.  The
head of my cock was dripping wet.  Using a pair of
scissors and without any hesitation he did two long
snips up each side of my jockey's pee slip and the
underwear material fell away fully exposing my cock
and balls.  Alexander looked up at me with a pretend
concerned look and said, "Oops".  Everything was fun
to him.

 He rubbed my nuts and ruffled through my pubes before
taking hold of my boner in his left hand and, bending
down, he sucked the precum off the head...then,
sticking the tip of his tongue in my pee slit he
played with that for a few seconds.  With a small
giggle, he looked up at me again with his mischievous
grin making a face like...how'd ya like that?.  I was
getting very aroused and all I could do was smile back
at him and nod my head slightly.  He's so good
looking.  Without further ado he casually and
methodically began to cut off my pubic hairs using
only the scissors.

It was clip after clip after clip and it took a few
minutes,  but when he was done it looked like my pubes
had been buzzed off with clippers to a quarter of an
inch long all over.  I wouldn't have thought it was
possible to do that with just scissors.  I stared at
his face the whole time and he was showing very little
expression now....it was back to being business-like.
 He'd been holding my boner all during the cutting and
now that he was done he squeezed it a little too hard
and then let it go.  It bounced off my belly.

After that squeeze he  looked me in the eyes again
with a small smile and a smirk on his lips.  He kept
staring in my eyes as he slowly licked my precum
drippings off his fingers.  When his fingers were
clean, using a big soft brush, he slowly and
deliberately brushed every single clipped pubic hair
off my stomach, groin and legs.  That maneuver kept my
dick hard as hard can be.  Through all these
activities I couldn't stop staring at that handsome
face of his that changed expression so often and was
now reflecting a calm, bemused look.  I wanted to join
Alexander in his light-hearted mood,  but in my mind I
was interpreting everything he did as erotic, not
funny.  He had his head to one side a little as he
gently took hold of my thighs and pulled me slightly
forward.

I was breathing a little more regularly by now when,
without saying a word, Alexander got comfortable
kneeling in front of me and just like that he sucked
my nuts into his mouth.  Again, totally unexpected....
although in this case it shouldn't have been because
he had done basically the same thing last summer.
Involuntarily my ass lifted up off the seat as I went
"agg agg ah ah" while he hummed on my balls and lapped
them with his talented tongue.  I was 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
were dripping wet and vibrating.  Alexander's
stimulation got them into high gear real fast and that
tantalizing feeling of sperm rolling around my balls
had me grunting through my tightly closed mouth.

When I was right on the edge of blowing my load
Alexander abruptly pulled his mouth off my my balls
scraping them against his upper and lower teeth as
they exited that warm, juicy place.  He quickly
replaced my nuts with my boned-up cock.   Right inside
that same warm, wet mouth it went and he immediately
swallowed the head with the aid of  some throat
action.  My cock throbbed and expanded and pulsated
with pre cum. I  was fully off the seat now making
gagging sounds and blowing spit in a fine spay with
each sound I made.  My chin was wet with my saliva.

He stimulated my cock in mysterious ways inside his
mouth and throat. I lasted 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.
Hearing my own squeal I thought,  "Who's sounding
girlie now?"   My second groin contraction quickly
followed the first and felt just as good....another
load of spunk for Alexander's tum-tum.  My cock's head
was out of his throat now as I continued to contract
my groin muscles squeezing out drools of cum into
Alexander's mouth.  He was sucking on my pee slit
helping me get every drop of spunk up and out of my
rotating nuts.

I consciously tried to turn the "almost-girly"
squealing sound I'd made  into a sentence, but it came
out in a high voiced gibberish,   "Tha that..No, no, I
mean, oh, oh no, oh, ah" I babbled on as Alexander
continued to gently suck and tongue my cock.  He
pulled it out of his mouth entirely now and stared at
it, squeezed it to see if he could milk anymore spunk
out and then he began licking from the base of my
boner up to the head and all around the sides until it
was totally slippery wet with spit.  He was still
holding it in his hand a few minutes after he stopped
licking it.

By now I was sitting back down on the seat trying not
to pass out and to breath regularly.  Black streaming
lines filled my vision and then the waves of
after-shock hit me with all kinds of pleasure
feelings, which could sometimes be so intense for me
they were almost painful, but weren't.  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.  I had my eyes closed with my head lulled back on
the black leather cushion of that barber chair just
enjoying all of it for a minute or so.... a moan or
two quietly slipping from my lips.  It had all been so
unexpected I almost felt like... what just happened
here?

Finally,  I opened my eyes to see Alexander's big
grin. He had a drop of my cum at the corner of his
mouth as he said, "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 tried to give a
smart-ass reply back to him, but I stuttered instead,
managing only this, "Tha tha that wa was was ..oh my
Ga God,  awesome cum shot, dude!"

Alexander patted the side of my ass gently and smiled
saying, "Just for you, Oliver...just for you.  Ya want
another drink?"  When he stood-up to get us more
drinks I saw his boner poking out the front of his
boxer shorts.  I'd forgotten how long his cock
was...it made me grunt just looking at it quickly.   I
requested a rum and coke this time and Alexander had
another vodka and tonic.  After a while he put a
Counting Crow's" CD on and out poured the unique song
"Round Here" which is another one of my very favorite
tunes.

Alexander looked very pleased with himself.  I was
wondering when he himself planned on getting "off".  I
didn't ask him about it though, I was still enjoying
the way he had just gotten me off.  He sure knows how
to draw it out a ways, but the end result was over the
top.  I felt so satisfied, so content.  A concern
entered my mind that I wouldn't be able to fuck him
hot enough that he could get off as hot as he'd just
gotten me off.  It would have to be after dinner in
any case because I was in a pleasantly satisfied
dreamy state right now.

We listened to the entire Counting Crows CD and drank
our drinks without talking, me still sitting in the
big old-fashioned barber chair.  The cape was still
around my neck.  It was back down covering my naked
groin that now boasted one quarter inch pubes which I
was absently rubbing my fingers through,  under the
cape.  From time to time we smiled at each other very
relaxed...it was awesome.   Except for worrying that I
wouldn't be able to give Alexander a really good
fucking, everything felt perfectly fine.  I knew from
experience that I'd be ready to go in a few hours and
by then I'd be up for fucking him just like I did last
summer.  Right now I'm not really "up' for it, if you
know what I mean.

At one point I noticed that it was only a little after
7:30pm and the club we were going to didn't open until
9pm so we were still in good shape time-wise.  When
the CD was over Alexander said, "Ok, Oliver.  Now for
your haircut.  Sit-up straight, don't talk.  I'm
switching the CD to the same moody Van Morrison tunes
we listened to when I gave you that haircut in
Wildwood."  And he did too.  I don't know many Van
Morrison songs but the man is a one-of-a-kind artist
and his voice, low in the background, did bring back
memories of my first haircut from Alexander and
memories of that first blow job too..

He did this entire haircut with scissors and comb,
until the very end.  Just like last summer, Alexander
didn't ask me how I wanted it cut, he just started
cutting.  Just like last summer too, a great deal of
my hair was eventually piled on the cape in my lap.
He left my hair just barely long enough so that it
would lay down flat on my head, not stick up like
Frankie's burr-style haircut does.  Alexander took a
long time cutting it and when I thought he was surely
done, he cut my already short bangs shorter...right up
to my hair line at the top of my forehead and I knew
what was coming next.  He was cutting my hair exactly
like his was cut.

Using a straight razor he altered my hairline to suit
his idea of how it should look.  The razor was so
sharp he didn't even need to wet my hair or use
shaving creme.  It took about fifteen minutes to do
the shaving and I watched him do it from start to
finish via our reflection in the mirror on the wall.
His concentration was total...not a single nick from
the razor.  It looked so cool when he was done.
He's an artist, a perfectionist.  Finally he said,
"What do you think?" I turned my head this way and
that and then said, "We're twins.  That's cool.  I
love it."  Oh my God,  Alexander smiled such a smile
and he squeezed the back of my neck in an affectionate
way.  You'd of thought he'd just won first prize
in...something.  No matter what I really thought of
the haircut I'd always say it was awesome.  I couldn't
hurt his feelings.  And, it was pretty cool.  Probably
too cool for me if truth be told, but hair styles is
Alexander's thing, not mine, so what do I know.  The
thing about hair... it grows back, fast.

There was still a lot of fussing that Alexander had 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 could make the
slightest adjustment here and there.  All the fussing
around got me back in the trance-like state that's so
peaceful and pleasant...and even though I was
completely sexually satisfied an hour ago, it was all
making me feel kind of sexy again.  The room was warm
and I was use to being naked by now so I was
comfortable.  Alexander finally did say "OK" to
himself and pulled the little cape off me so I was now
completely exposed sitting there up tight to the back
of the chair.  Still wearing only his boxers,  he
said, "Just stay there, Oliver".

Using a small towel he rubbed his arms, body and legs
removing little snips of my hair that had attached
themselves to him.  Then he picked up a packet off the
counter and stuck it in the waist band of his boxers
and coming around in front of me he said, "Relax,
Oliver.  You'll enjoy this."  I had that thrilling,
scary feeling again wondering "what's he going to do
next".  Standing directly in front of me he spread my
legs and pulled on them so I slid down the seat toward
him a little bit.  When my rear end was at the edge of
the seat he pushed 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 did the
same with my left leg on the left arm rest.

Alexander said, "Does that feel comfortable?" I was
looking at the ceiling when I felt 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 crack right over my
hole.  My whole body shuddered and squirmed in that
big chair as he lapped my ass  again,  this time
pressing his tongue more firmly against my crack below
my hole, then right on my hole, then up above my hole
and ending by lapping my nut sack up away from my body
and then letting it flop back down dripping with his
spit. He did this entire lapping thing a half dozen
times.  I thought of the time I licked Frankie's hole
and I almost shot a cum load right up in the air.  My
hands were in Alexander's short hair and I pulled on
it some to keep me from cuming.

I had thought that my cock was in a sexually satisfied
state, but I guess I was wrong because Alexander's
rimming had my cock very hard once again and all of a
sudden I realized,  with a gasp, "I'm not going to get
Alexander off by fucking him.  He's going to get
himself off by fucking me".  And the whole unexpected
scenario had me very aroused.  More of that
dominate/submissive thing because of the way Alexander
was doing what he wanted, when he wanted.  But, it was
more than that...it was Alexander too.  He was so
sexually attractive and he was pressing so many of my
buttons just right that it was bringing images of past
sexual turn-on for me and all together he was putting
me in a frenzied frame of mind...and it was sex that
was on my mind.  I wondered, where did he learn all
this stuff?

The entire rimming routine continued at Alexander's
deliberate pace and had me gulping and my bum hole
twitching.   Alexander did  his thing in his unhurried
manner for a five or ten minutes.  It was obvious he
was enjoying himself and I moaned out, without
thinking I was going to say it,  I moaned out,
"Alexander, fuck me".   It just slipped out.  I hadn't
even realized I was going to say that, but I
immediately knew it was true...I really wanted it bad.
 Never mind that I'd thought I was so sexually
satisfied just an hour or so ago...that was then, this
is now.  And never mind that I just recently evaluated
Alexander as being a lousy "top".   And never mind
that I once worried about him being too feminine
because that was far from my mind now.  He was 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 was hot!   Shortly, I
said it again, "fuck me."

Alexander paid no attention.  He continued in that
infuriating manner of his, deliberate, without a trace
of haste.  His tongue was getting in my hole it felt
like two inches by now although logic told me it had
to be a lot less than that.   My entire bottom, from
my waist to my thighs,  was humping and moving as much
as I could move it.  Everything felt wet, itchy and
squirmy and I wanted penetration.  "Please Alexander,
I'm ready."  He did some more sucking and I did some
more squirming around on the seat of that leather
chair, but the position I was in prevented me doing
much of anything else.  I was mostly whining quietly
that I needed to be fucked.  The entire thing was a
completely new experience for me.  I'd never felt this
kind of immediate "need" before.

He just kept rimming me and the sucking on my hole had
me going wild....and it reached a point where I would
have finger fucked myself if I could.  In my mind I
wanted to stick a dildo up my ass...something, maybe
that cucumber I was going to use to fuck myself with a
lifetime ago.  And then, with me at my wits end,
Alexander stood up, bent over me and kissed me on my
real lips.  I was  worried I'd smell or taste poop,
but it was a clean, fresh saliva taste and smell.  He
sucked on my mouth as my boner drooled pre cum.
Alexander said, "Shhh, be patient, Oliver.  I want to
do my best for you."  As he spoke he took the packet
from the waistband of his boxer shorts.  It was 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 was hot and sweaty, my ass was hot and
dripping wet with Alexander's saliva and my hole was
twitching and itching.  I was impatient and never
stopped squirming in the chair.  Alexander's cock
stood straight out from his buzzed pubic patch...his
pubes weren't as short as mine,  but still they were
short enough to emphasize the length of his boner.  It
looked like ten inches,  but I knew for a fact that it
was a touch over eight inches.  Not fat, a real nice
size and very straight with a head only slightly wider
than the shaft.  He unrolled a heavily lubed condom on
that great boner and I let out a long sigh that I
hadn't expected to do.  Alexander heard the sigh and
misunderstanding it he said  "I know, Oliver.  I'd
love to do you bareback too, but it's too dangerous.
This will be fine, I promise."

I couldn't talk because I wanted that boner in me so
bad I felt like screaming.  Alexander rubbed 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 stretched it.  I went,
"Ahhh..oh yes...more"  He rotated his thumb around my
hole stretching it in all directions and it felt so
good I pulled in a long, long breath and squeezed my
hole tightly on his thumb.  I was looking through
slits in my mostly-closed eyes and saw Alexander smile
to himself when I tightened my hole on his thumb.
After massaging my hole from the inside for thirty
seconds he forced in the other thumb and it hurt, but
I didn't care.... I tried to press my butt down on his
thumbs to get them up further into me.

Two thumbs up my ass with two hands spreading my
buttocks in opposite directions.  The strength of
Alexander's hand pressure kept the back of my neck
pressed up against the back of the barber chair and me
immobile.  I didn't want to move my legs off the arms
of the chair because that would close off some access
to my hole which I wanted fully available to
Alexander.  He stretched my hole with his two thumbs
until I was humping up and down off the seat.

When I started the humping, Alexander said, "Easy,
Oliver.  Just a minute.  I want to slide in easy".   I
said, "Uh oh oh", my back was squishy with sweat
against the leather and spit had run down both side of
my mouth as I rolled my head from side to side.
Trying to sound composed I grunted out, "I'm ready
now, Alexander.  Please...."  Alexander blurted out a
chuckle and said, "We're almost there.  Are you
jerking me around or are you really this horny?" I
said, "This horny".  He laughed again...he was still
having fun.

A minute more of stretching my hole then Alexander
rearranged himself with his cock head against my hole
and then gently pulling my legs off the arm rest, and
getting a hand behind each knee,  he pushed both legs
down next to me so that my knees were on either side
of my waist and my feet were up in the air....my ass
came up off the seat a few inches.  He maintained
pressure against my hole with the head of his boner
and then with a flick of his buttocks the head of that
long cock slipped inside me.  I can't think of
anything that's felt as good as that felt.  I let our
a long sigh and a moan of pleasure.  Oh, how good it
felt...absolutely no pain at all.  Just pleasure.  He
chuckled again and said something I didn't hear as I
tried to hump down on the head of his cock to get it
further up inside me. He barked out another laugh at
my futile efforts and said, "You're a riot, Oliver.  I
know you're kidding me, you're not this horney."  I
shook my head, but couldn't talk.

Alexander then let out a long breath himself and
pushed in me about two inches and I thought, "Oh
yeah..fuck me".  He pushed in another two inches and
did 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 bumped against my ass
with his crotch.  He put enough force into the bump
that it picked my ass up further off the seat and he
was able to get that extra three/quarter of an inch of
cock up my hole.  There was no laughing from Alexander
now.  He held his long cock in me all the way and
blurted out, "Fuck..god damn ..oh yeah baby" and he
pulled almost all the way out going, "Oh  fuck" and
pushing back in he began a rhythm that had me unable
to form words just dumb-ass sounds, but I couldn't
stop making those sounds.

My boner was so hard it ached and it had only been
about an hour and fifteen minutes since I blew the
load of my life down Alexander's throat, but I
continued to drool pre cum.  Shortly, my balls were
tight up against my groin again and as hard and felt
about the same size as marbles.  I knew I had some
more spunk in there and I wanted it to get up and out
through that aching boner of mine....aching in a
thrilling way.  Alexander had his head back and his
eyes closed now as he just plowed my hole with
abandon.  Each thrust from Alexander pushed me tight
up against the back of the chair and each partial
withdrawal caused me to slide in my own sweat down
about two inches toward the end of the seat.  Two
inches up and two inches back with a loud, wet
smacking sound each time as Alexander's crotch slapped
into my lube dripped, sweaty ass..... with my feet
flopping around up above us. Each thrust felt so good
I couldn't describe it.

I checked Alexander's face and saw blood trickling
down his chin were he'd bitten his lip.  He was
ramming his eight inches in and out of me, but now he
had a hand on each of my butt cheeks pushing down to
make my hole even tighter.  Humping in and out, in and
out.  I was seeing stars.  Alexander had let go of my
legs in order to put that pressure on my butt cheeks
so I took the opportunity to wrap my legs around his
waist.  Squeezing my legs and pulling his body toward
mine I tried to pull him deeper into me with every
thrust he made.  He was making a clicking sound in his
throat with each deep penetration.  No joking around
now.  Every thrust was lifting my buttocks  off the
seat.

I couldn't hold out any longer...the need to cum was
overwhelming so I got a tight hold of my boner and
stroked my cock wicked fast... it got so hard it
scared me.  I stroked that boner as fast as my wrist
could move and right away, without warning,  I felt 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 thought I'd pass out from the
explosion of sensation at the head of my cock.  Almost
simultaneously to those sensations I heard Alexander
make his only girlie sound of the night.

My hole closing up tight when I shot off my little
load apparently had been just that extra stimulation
on his boner making him fire away with a number of cum
blast.....quickly filling up that condom and he
couldn't help but squeal out.  It had all come on him
hard and fast so he "lost it" for a minute there and
began smacking my ass with me going "ouch" "ouch"
"ouch" after each smack as Alexander continued
drilling his still hard boner up into me in a frenzy
......and then little by little he slowed down,
finally collapsing on top of me and squishing my cum
between our bellies.  He was as sweaty as I was.  I
licked the side of his face like I was a cat.

I felt almost like I belonged to him...like I wanted
to belong to him... yeah, like his pet cat.  I knew it
was a temporary feeling but I enjoyed it for the
moment.   Both my arms were around his strong neck
hugging him to beat the band.  I was keeping my bum
off the seat an inch or so to maintain his cock up
inside me the fullest length possible.  I started
kissing his neck and with my legs still around his
waist I hugged into his hot sweaty body for all I was
worth.  Alexander was grunting and snorting short
shots of air.  I could feel his heart hammering
against my skinny chest.  I didn't want to let him go.

After two minutes or so he weakly mumbled, "Holy shit,
that was awesome, Oliver.  Nice tight hole ya got
there.  Whoa...one of the best fucks I've had in a
while, dude."  Then, with more energy,  he chuckled
one of his easy chuckles and said,  "You, my friend,
are some kind of male witch...what the fuck are they
called anyway?"  I quietly said, "Warlock?"  He had
lost interest in the topic and lazily replied, "No,
that don't sound right.  Oh, who the fuck cares.  You
get me crazy worked-up!  That's all I know."  He said
all that last part into the side of my head so low I
could barely hear him and he followed it up with some
more chuckling.    He was having a good ole time.  I
was too,  as I continued hugging our bodies together.

For my part I wasn't able to talk much just yet.  I
concentrated, in between kisses, on licking the sweat
from Alexander's forehead.  His cock was still
slightly firm and all the way up inside me....exactly
where I wanted 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.    And, Alexander had
just done me better than I've ever been done before.

He said, "We're all sweaty.  You want to take a
shower?"  I said, "Ah, not yet.  I like this right
like it is."  Alexander laughingly said, "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
put his fingers on my chin to push the side of my head
away from his face and he began sucking on my neck
right under my jaw.  It felt weird and then warm and
then itchy and finally a little raw.  He was giving me
a world-class hickey and after awhile it didn't feel
too good.  I started whining again and trying to move
my head away, but Alexander had me underneath him and
I couldn't go anywhere.  He continued to suck on the
same spot and it did begin to feel kind of hypnotic
after all.  In the end it seems,  everything he did to
me was carnal and earthy......very sensuous.

I lay there under him with my legs around his waist,
my arms loosely around his neck and his cock up my bum
hole.  He continued to lightly suck on the hickey and
it felt good now.  Alexander's cock was starting to
grow inside me...it was getting hard again and my
smaller cock was twitching again too.  The whole
package Alexander had laid on me from the shampoo, the
blow job, the haircut and the fuck.....and including
the making out and this long hickey deal, it all had
me moaning and feeling mighty fine.

Sure, every step has been the way Alexander wanted it,
when he wanted it, but I didn't care.......I loved it
all.  He'll stop sucking on my hickey when he's ready
to stop.  It's more than OK with me. I felt 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, that he'd be taking good care of me"
...meaning sexually, and he sure has done that.  I was
feeling my dreamy contended best.

He stopped the hickey licking, lifted his head a
little to look at it and said with a laugh, "Oh my
God, Oliver...that's the biggest hickey I ever saw."
and he laughed with his shoulders shaking.  I started
to laugh too and I talked through my laughing, "You
asshole, Alexander.  I'm going to look like I have two
fucking heads tonight".  He said he was sorry, but he
didn't realize a hickey could swell up like that.  I
kissed him just because I felt like it and he said,
"Oh jeez, I just got and idea.  Hold on tight, I'm
going to get up with you still impaled on my rod.
Hold on!"  I tightened my grip around his waist with
my legs and around his neck with my arms.  He held me
around the back and then stood up with amazing ease.

"Jesus Christ, Oliver.  How much do you weight?
You're light as a feather."  He carried me into the
main barber shop and turned around to sit back in one
of the "waiting" chairs because he wanted me to "ride"
his boner.  He said that he had had to do all the work
up till now so it was my turn to hump up and down on
that steel rod of his.  He was in a very playful
mood...fun and games indeed.

Good idea, but trying to sit back with me wrapped
around his torso didn't work out too good.  His ass
hit the edge of the seat and we both went sprawling on
the tile floor with me sliding off his boner and
Alexander yelling, "My dick, my dick" as he grabbed at
his still hard cock that was 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,  went
down immediately because my hole felt so empty and
gaping now.  Looking at Alexander though,  him holding
onto his boner, yelling and laughing at the same time
struck 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 couldn't catch
my breath I was laughing so hard.  Never mind the cool
breeze flying up my gaping asshole.

We took awhile to get ourselves together because we'd
been at this sex play for quite some time and we'd had
the three hard liquor drinks and we were in a really
silly-ass mood.  Finally we did start to get up and
Alexander reached over and pulled out the rest of the
condom that was hanging half out of my ass which
started us laughing again.  I hadn't even know it was
there.  We sat back down on the floor and continued
laughing.... just being ridiculously silly.  Finally
we managed to get ourselves up all the way, Alexander
with his arm around my shoulder leading me upstairs
for a shower,  our sweaty bodies rubbing together.  He
mumbled something about "I got to have another
kiss..." and when we started a nice French kiss...
which just grew and grew.

We were nuts or something.  I was trying to swallow
his tongue and he was groping my ass with both his
hands.  We were wild things.  Our boners were back up
and it was just crazy.  I felt the precum from his
boner on my hip and a stream of it ran down the
outside of my leg.  Alexander was making noises in his
throat and all of a sudden he stopped sucking on my
mouth and grabbed my bicep and just about dragged me
into his office.  I was panting with desire as I
watched him roll on a new condom, my eyes big as
saucers.   He briskly turned me around,  pushed the
back of my head down so that I had to lean into his
desk, holding on to the edge of it with both my hands,
my body bending over at the waist.

No more laughing....we were aroused...it was as if we
hadn't had sex for weeks.  He hurriedly and roughly
spread my legs and holding onto my waist with both
hands he pulled me backward onto his cock.  I went,
"Ahhh  ohh" and as he pulled me further onto that hard
boner of his my feet left the ground and the pressure
on my arms increased significantly.   He was grunting
and puffing as he humped his hips and the entire eight
inches was once again inside me.  Not taking his time
to do it in his usual deliberate way he just rammed
his boned-up cock roughly up inside me and sighing a
big sigh he said, "God damn this feels good"  his
voice was strained.  Then, while still holding me by
the waist so my feet were just barely off the floor he
did a number of circular grinds against my buttock..in
effect his boner was roto-rooting my hole...it felt so
awesome.

He dropped 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 onto
me under my belly and then he humped in and out of me
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 were more
upward than straight forward and each upward jab
lifted my heels off the floor.   It was thrust thrust
thrust! "ooh ooh ooh".......

Alexander squeezed my belly hard before doing two last
big rough humps while climaxing into the condom....his
second climax of the evening.   The last big thrust
knocked me into the side of his desk.  He quickly
wrapped both his arms around my chest now and hugged
my back up against his chest still humping his boner
inside my sore bum hole.  It was very noticeably sore
now.  I had to grit my teeth.  A minute or two before
he had had his climax,  I'd had mine.   Mine was my
third of the night and consisted mostly of just the
climax feeling with a little wetness at the end of my
boner...no real cum shot.  Right after that I began to
really notice how sore my ass was.

Neither of us said anything for a few minutes, just
heavy breathing and hearts pounding.  I didn't have
that great feeling of after shock I usually get right
after climaxing.... maybe because my hole was so sore.
 Alexander pulled out of me slowly and said real low,
"Man, I'm sorry about that, Oliver.  I didn't mean to
be so rough with you.  I don't know what the hell came
over me?  You OK, Oliver?"  I told him my hole was
wicked sore, especially my sphincter muscle, but I was
OK other than that.  He was sort of petting me on my
head like maybe I was his cat and he lightly rubbed my
chest before saying again, "I'm really sorry I got
rough with you, Oliver." I told him again that it was
OK.

He pulled out of me and led me over to the little sofa
he has in his office and we both sat down..... his arm
around my shoulders again.  He pulled off his condom
and tossed it toward the waste basket but it missed
and stuck to the side.  We both stared at the condom
on the side of the waste basket waiting for it to lose
it's stickiness and fall to the floor.  Finally I
said, "You're suppose to be good at basketball ain't
ya?  I mean, being a black dude and all that."  I
pointed at the condom and said, "So what's that all
about?"  I asked this question with mock concern in my
voice.  Alexander said, "Fuck you talking bout now,
you honky motherfucker?"  That got us laughing again.

When the laughing died down he'd glance over and see
my big hickey and start right up with the laughing
again.  It was a riot.  We were like two twelve year
old girls with the giggles.  Finally we wandered
upstairs and took a long shower together.  Absolutely
no sex involved.  Neither of us wanted any sex nor
were we capable of any.... at the moment.  My hole
stayed very sore and as much as I tried not to, I
walked real funny... I walked like...well, like my ass
was very sore.  Alexander would burst out laughing and
then say how sorry he was for laughing, but that I
looked so funny walking bow-legged he couldn't help
himself.  I called him an asshole about fifty times,
but every time he laughed I started laughing too.
Like I said, it was nuts.

After a while of doing that craziness Alexander headed
back to the kitchen and fixed us two more drinks.  I
stood next to the stool while he made the drinks this
time...in deference to my sore hole.  We smoked and
looked at each other...both of us pleased, but for
different reasons probably.  I was pleased to have
gotten the fuck of my life and to feel so completely
sexually satisfied again...pleasant, relaxed feeling.
For his part, Alexander seemed pleased to have
provided the service, maybe, but one never knows what
another person is really thinking.  In a quiet spot I
asked him what I should wear to his club tonight and
Alexander said it was sport coat Saturday night for
members, but guest may wear whatever the member
sponsor wanted him to wear.    It was a little weird
the way he put that, but I asked anyway, "What do you
want me to wear?"

Alexander took a big drag of his cigarette and looking
a little nervous said that that's something he wanted
to talk to me about.  We had both dried off and were
wearing only our underwear.  He said, "Come on in the
bedroom for a second."  When we had wandered in there
he mumbled, "Would you sit here a second Oliver?"  He
indicated a straight chair next to his bed.  With my
sore ass I sat on the bed instead, real curious now.
Alexander quickly spurted-out, "Please, please, please
do me a favor and let me put eyeliner on you."  I
said, "What?"  He went on to explain that he and his
three best buds were all bringing "guests" tonight and
the hottest/cutest "guest" won that member $50 from
each of the other three.  Plus, bragging rights.

He wanted me to be part of some kind of a half-ass
beauty contest.  Well, at least it wasn't a
"dog-pound" contest where guys try to bring the
biggest "dog" they can find.  Alexander said one
requirement in the contest was that the guest had to
have some make-up on and the other requirement was
that he had to be gay.  The second part was no
problem,  but I've never worn make-up in my life.  He
explained that he was going to have eyeliner on too
and, with our identical haircuts, and with both of us
with the same eye make-up...well you know.  He
meant... how could he lose.  Then, to butter me up,
he added, "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 and shut their mouths forever".

At first I thought he had to be just breaking my
balls....just kidding around about this.  But, he
continued explaining it all and I realized he was
serious.  He said, "Not only do I beat them on the
golf course, but in the "pick-up" department too.
Well,  with you, Oliver, especially in the pick-up
department.  What do ya say, buddy?"   Laughing again,
he added, "It's cool, don't ya think Oliver.  I've
kind of made you look like a smaller version of me.
You know, Austin Powers.....mini me."  I stared at him
blankly as he explained that the rest of the club's
members weren't in the contest, just him and his buds.
 No one else even knew about it..... it was strictly
their own private thing.

It wasn't cool of Alexander not to have mentioned this
little contest to me earlier and it was slightly
humiliating for me to be one of these contestants,
particularly if it turns out I'm one of the three
losers.  There were 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 wasn't very
attractive and, actually,  it surprised me he pocessed
those aspects in his personality.  I never realized
how competitive he was.  BUT, and it's a big but...I'd
promised myself recently to be more open to new
experiences and also, being a little self-centered
myself, I wanted to have sex with Alexander again so I
said, "Sure, what's the big deal.  Go for it dude, I
got your back".

Alexander was full of "thank you, thank you" and then,
looking in a mirror,  he did his own eyes with the
pencil eyeliner.   It was actually just a thin
eyeliner outline of his eyes...that's what it looked
like to me.  Then when he did mine it was obvious he
put on a much thicker outlining for my eyes, but I was
committed and I didn't want to come off like some
whining cunt so I let it slide without commenting.
Alexander was very up-beat now and explained that
eyeliner was the least intrusive make-up he could
think of.  He hated make-up on guys too...it was just
for this contest.

After that,  Alexander pulled on some black slacks as
he explained, "One more favor PLEASE OLIVER.  Put on
that T shirt and those shorts that are on that chair".
 Well, the so-called T shirt was made of black silk
that clung to my body, was sleeveless and didn't
extend down as far as my belly button.  I put it on
staring at him, but he wouldn't look back at me.  He
was busy putting on a beautiful black, long sleeved,
silk, fitted shirt and a black leather belt with an
ornate silver buckle.  He looked hot.  My "shorts"
were actually short-shorts of the same black material
that Alexander's slacks were made from.  A skinny
replica of Alexander's belt completed my outfit.  With
the short shorts being barely longer than my dick,
they made my thin, smooth legs look extra long. I
stared at them in the full length mirror and I thought
they looked nice....even if I do say so myself.

Sarcastically, I said, "How do I look?"  He took a
long drink from his forth gin and tonic, finishing it
off, and stalling for time said, "What was that,
Oliver?"  I hesitated a second trying to get pissed
off at him,  but instead I just started laughing.
This was the silliest thing I'd every been involved
with and then I remembered my brother Christain and
his friend, Daddy.  Christain saying to me that of
course I wouldn't understand him and Glen doing
occasional role-playing....he was implying I was too
much of a prude for something like that.  I thought to
myself, "Fuck that.  I'm going to go with the flow and
do it for laughs.  I'm no prude!"  After I had that
thought I wondered if, in fact, I was sort of a prude
after all... and if that was such a bad thing to be
.... Oh well, so much of life remains a mystery to me.

With the short-shorts on I slipped into a pair of
black converse high-tops  sneakers, without socks,
and again looked in the full length mirror.  My
extreme, high-fashion haircut with my black eyeliner
eyes made me look slightly like an ancient Egyptian
boy pharaoh....that was my first thought.  Weird!
My next thought was that my whole appearance looked
more like an expensive boy prostitute than anything
else.  Well, why not...I didn't do "it" for money, but
I sure did "it" for just about anything else, like
fun, for example.  I liked doing "it" period.  Still,
I prayed no one I knew would be at this gay club to
see me tonight.  Of course the chances of that
happening were one in a million especially because I
don't know anyone else who lives in Delaware.

Alexander put on a light gray cashmere sport coat and
black leather loafers.  He was so handsome I wanted to
kiss him on the lips again.  In a semi-joking manner
he said, "I knew you'd be a good sport about this,
Oliver, and I do despise and hate myself for being so
devious and scheming...... and I am so not being
redundant when I say all that.  He laughed again
because thats what Alexander likes to do best of
all...laugh.  Well, let's make that.... second best
thing he likes to do.  He got me in a headlock then
and gave me a nuggie that messed up my hair.  "God
damn you, Alexander!  When did you get to be so
physical?"  He said, "Don't act girly on me, Oliver"
as he combed my hair down like his again.  I looked at
him wondering if that wise crack
was in retaliation for some "girly" thing I'd accused
him of sometime in the past.

Then he got serious again and said,  "It seems I've
been saying "I'm sorry" and "thank you" an awful lot
tonight, doesn't it?  I guess I need to be saying
those things though, but honest to God I am sorry I
wasn't upfront about this contest thingie and I do
thank you for going along with it Oliver.  I promise
to be truthful and open with you forever more."  So
much for the serious attitude as he laughed again,
then hugged me and kissed my forehead and patted my
ass saying, "Let's go cutie...I need to pick-up my
hundred and fifty bucks off those suckers."  I smiled
at him, he's got so much energy....... and he makes me
laugh.

We went out another door and down some steps to his
basement which connected to his garage and in there
was his brand new titanium silver BMW 3 series hardtop
convertible.  What a beautiful car.  He left the top
up because it was very cool outside and I wasn't
really dressed for cold weather.  The gay club was not
downtown like I imagined it would be, but rather it
was a free standing stone building in the suburbs near
an eighteen hole golf course over-looking a man made
lake.

We came to a stop under the stone archway in front of
the club's driveway so Alexander could enter his
password in a keypad at the guard house there.  As
soon as he did the barrier-bar raised up allowing us
to pass through.  He drove up the long driveway
stopping in front of the building which was
illuminated by bright spot lights.   I couldn't help
but marvel at how some priviledged people get to
belong to these exclusive places and how they
eventually seem to take it all for granted after
awhile.  Needless to say, the club was an impressive
and very expensive looking building in a gorgeous
landscaped setting with huge old trees all around
it...their leaves just now beginning to change to Fall
colors.

Of course,  there was valet parking, doorman in
uniforms and lots of tipping and "Yes, Sirs.  Good to
see you tonight, Sir".... and like that.  All of the
employees were busy pretending that I was wearing a
very appropriate outfit this evening. A young man with
a ponytail who was in charge of cataloging each car's
set of keys kept staring at the hickey on my neck.  He
had big, robin-egg-blue colored eyes that he never
seemed to blink.  He also had a bad case of acne, but
looking past the acne I could see that he was in fact
beautiful...his features and all, except for the acne.
 When that acne clears up, what a waste if he's
straight.   I felt short of breath now that we were
actually out in public.....  dressed the way I was and
all that.  Even Alexander seemed anxious for us to get
inside.

There was a metal detector to walk through and then
Alexander entered his club membership password into
another keypad and a uniformed doorman opened the door
to the main foyer.  It was big and very nice, but
fairly understated.  At the main restaurant, down a
side hallway,  the maitre d' was dealing with some
older men and there were five other middle aged men
waiting their turn after that...all ahead of us.
After waiting a minute I noticed a husky guy in his
twenties walking briskly toward Alexander and me,
followed closely by a short teenager type.  The teen
was wearing dark red lipstick and he had a fake beauty
mark on his cheek.   He was not a beauty though....
wide mouth and wide nose, small eyes and long brown
hair that was too long to be cool....to me it looked
like a middle-aged woman's hairdo, but what do I know.
 I thought, "this is my competition?"...ho hum.

When the husky guy got a couple of feet from us
Alexander looked up and said, "Well if it isn't my
favorite busboy.  Whasup, Dennis?"  Dennis says,
"Busboy, my ass.  I'm running that fucking restaurant
and you know it."  He pointed at me and said to
Alexander in an exasperated manner, "He's your boy I
assume."  Everything Dennis did or said
screamed...homosexual.   Alexander gave him a smirk
and said, "What do you think?"  Without saying
anything else Dennis reached in his pocket and pulled
out a wad of money.  He peeled off a fifty dollar bill
and gave it to Alexander.  Alexander took it,  but
mentioned that they hadn't even seen the other two
"boys" yet and Dennis just laughed sarcastically and
nodded his head at me saying, "Get real!  You think
Tunes or Roger could come up with anything to compete
with that?  Fuck, I told the guys you sucker us into
this bet every year and every year it isn't even
close.  Jesus, a little twin-Alexander.  You're too
much dude."

Then Dennis, looking passed Alexander and me,  shouts
out, "Just get your fifty dollars out gentlemen and
then let's not talk about this ever again."  I turned
around and four young guys were coming down the hall
together.  The first one was nice looking, but he had
one of those full beards that he purposely kept
looking like he just hadn't felt like shaving the last
two days.  He was athletic looking too, like Alexader.
 Alexander said to him, "Hi, Tunes.  Don't pay any
attention to Dennis,  I'm sure your boy is very hot."
Tunes looked at me, frowned and blinked twice...looked
back at Alexander and said, "Or not"  and he handed
over his fifty dollar bill.  I tried to look blank.
It wasn't hard.  Dennis' 'boy' just stared at me with
furrowed eyebrows and then mumbled, "Nice hickey."  I
pretended I hadn't heard him.

The last of Alexander's friends was talking with an
older man at the door but soon joined us.  He had his
"boy" trailing behind him too.  His boy had red hair
like Frankie, but the comparison abruptly ended there.
The shade of lipstick he was wearing almost matched
his hair color.  The kid wasn't wasn't bad looking at
all, but he wasn't real cute or especially good
looking either.  Frankly, except for the red hair on
this kid, none of these boys would catch my eye if I
saw them on the street.   But, if I had to choose
between the three I'd say Tunes boy would win because
he was at least interesting to look at.  Very sharp
features with bright green eyes and spiked blond hair.
 He was wearing black lipstick which was a nice
contrast with his light complexion and that blond
spiked hair.  Now, if I'm to be included in the
contest, Dennis is correct ...forget about it.  Just
being honest.

Alexander pocketed the third fifty dollar bill and the
maitre d' led us to a round table for eight with a
view of the fake lake.   The other three guys were
doing their best to break Alexander's balls about the
extent he went to by making me a mini-him in order to
win a few dollars.  Tunes was saying, "Seriously, if
you're hurting for money I can let ya have some."
Then to Dennis he said in a mock whisper, "How the
fuck he thinks he can support himself cutting
hair...well, it's laughable."  And on and on.
Alexander was saying things like, "You boys are really
good losers, ain't ya.  No sour grapes here."  They
were having fun it seems.

After everyone ordered drinks Alexander introduced me
all around and the other members introduced their boys
and themselves and that was the end of conversation
with us 'boys'.  The other three members were
Alexanders' golfing partners.  That foursome golfed
together at their country club all the time and as far
as I could tell,  when they weren't actually playing
golf they were talking about the last time they did
play golf.  Boring.

Alexander's step-dad was a partner in the group that
owned the golf/country club so Alexander and his
friends had a free run of the place.  Their course
wasn't the one near this private gay club.  It was
much nicer than this one if I can believe what they
were saying about it.  Dennis' parents owned a fancy
restaurant that he managed for them, Tunes was a 22
year old stock broker and Roger was a writer who
hasn't been published....yet.  All these boys came
from money and they had all gone to the same prep
school, but not in the same class.

They'd actually met and become friends in the prep
school's gay and lesbian out-reach club.  Two of the
contest 'boys' that the members had rounded-up were
actually hired from a dating service and therefore
were getting paid for this nonsense and the red haired
boy was a busboy at the restaurant Dennis managed.  I
was here because I liked having sex with Alexander...I
guess.  So, that's everyone's history, or all of it
that I found slightly interesting anyway.

Oh yeah, Tunes real name was Connor Tooney and he was
apparently "the man" as far as this little clique was
concerned.  Everyone seemed to follow his lead.
Alexander was the youngest as well as the best golfer.
 Both Tunes and Alexander were very straight-acting
gays while Dennis and Roger were very gay but not
straight acting.  They were all OK as far as I was
concerned and they seemed to like each other a
lot....not sexually, but as friends.  The members
ordered dinner for us 'boys' which caused us "boys" to
exchange looks with each other and shake our heads a
bit to indicate, "how rude"....we wanted to order our
own meals.  The food the members ordered for us was
very good though.

Tunes had a way of acting like he was maybe a tiny bit
better than everyone else.  It didn't bother me
paticularly because, more than likely,  I was never
going to see him again after tonight and more
importantly,  he had a funny way about him...funny "ha
ha" I mean, not funny as in odd.  He went on this rant
about his sister who was apparently addicted to
clothes shopping and finished it up by saying,    "if
she'd been on the Titanic she would surely have
stopped at the ship's apparel shop for the "half-price
ship-sinking sale" on her way to the lifeboats".  He
said everything in a flat, bored voice.  I laughed out
loud when he said that Titanic comment and everyone
stopped eating to look at me.  I looked back at them
one by one and gave each of them my killer smile which
they all somehow resisted.  I'd been drinking maybe a
tiny bit too much.

Alexander followed-up the story about Tunes' sister
with another story about her.  He told about the time
the sister, Denise, who was extremely pushy and bossy
in addition to being a clothes junky, insisted on
going with Tunes and him to shoot pool last summer.
He said, looking at the other three members in turn as
he recited his story, "Tunes is in the head so I'm
racking.  I lift up the rack after racking the balls
and I said to Denise....since you're such a ball
breaker, sweetie, it's only right that you should
break first..."  Alexander chuckled at his witty
comment  and Roger lisped, "Oh no you didn't,
Alexander.  You're just as scared of her as I am.
What'd you really say."  Alexander looked down and
smiling said, "I told her...after you, madam.... but I
almost said that ball breaker thing."  They all
laughed as us four "boys"  again exchanged frowning
looks with each other....are these guys for real?

We'd all had before-dinner hard liquor drinks and then
we all drank wine with dinner, yuck!   After dinner
all of us sat around the table and drank beer except
for Tunes who had brandy and coffee.  All the guys
smoked cigars and the "boys" all smoked cigarettes.
After dinner some of us were starting to slur our
words...it was eleven o'clock by the time we were
through with desert.  Roger and Dennis were talking
quietly to each other and though I couldn't hear them,
I was certain they were engaged in witty conversation
that bordered on the banal.  I was almost certain of
this because all night those two tried for witty, but
only got as far as banal.

As we drank more beers the conversation turned to talk
of 9/11 and the war on terror.  Roger thought our
reaction to 9/11 was too harsh and Tunes dead-paned,
"What would you have us do after the bombing of the
World Trade Center and the Pentagon....  Mail off a
surrender to bin Laden and send the Dixie Chicks to
Iraq on a peace tour?"  I laughed at that too and this
time Tunes looked over and winked at me.  Someone
began playing footsy with me under the table and I
looked over to see it was the red haired boy who was
looking a little cuter to me now...perhaps all the
mixed drinks, wine and beer had altered reality a
touch.  He stared defiantly back at me and made a
kissing motion with his lip.  I looked behind me
pretending I thought he was doing that kissing move
for someone behind me.  When I looked back at him he
shot me his middle finger.

I had to switch my attention to Tunes again...this
time he was into this serious science shit.  He goes,
"....this gigantic black hole in the center of the
galaxy, called Cygnus X-1, is actually 100 suns
swallowed up and compressed into a mathmatical point
like the point of a pencil and you, Roger, have the
audacity to think you could understand  the true
nature of God?  You're absurd, my friend."  The red
haired "boy" said to one of the hired "boys" ..."what
da fucks he talking about?".  We all looked at the
redhead and then Alexander said, "You're getting all
pompus on us, Tunes.  Nobody gives a shit about any of
that."  Tunes made a face like he couldn't follow what
was being said, finished the last of his drink and
then he ordered another round of beers for us and
another brandy for himself.  I said to no one in
particular, "I'm going to take a piss"   and the
redhead right away said, "I'll come with ya, Oliver".

Red's name was Spunky, that's the only name I heard
him called anyway.  At the urinal he did an
exaggerated look over so he could see my dick and he
said, "At least something on you is average."  I think
that was some kind of back-handed compliment so I just
looked over at him and did a little grin.  He said,
"That haircut you got is so cool.  How much did it
cost ya?"  I said, "A hundred and five dollars plus a
twenty dollar tip, why?"  Spunky zippered up and
sighed, "Every fucking body has money but me.  It
sucks."  I told him the truth about the haircut and I
confessed that I too had no money.  He didn't seem to
hear me as he said, "Can I zip you up, Oliver?"  I
said, "Sure thing, Spunk."  I was fairly drunk.  He
zipped my short zipper up and rubbed the palm of his
hand all around my naked belly.  Afterall, we were
just a couple of the "members" boys.... He pointed at
my hickey and said, "I wish I could give you one of
those."

He was still rubbing the palm of his hand on my belly
button.  I said, "I'd love for you to give me a hicky
anytime, dude.  By the way, are you almost done
rubbing my belly button yet, Spunky?"  He shook his
head yes and then asked if I'd suck him off.  I
politely declined that request and I declined his next
inevitable offer too which was, of course, could he
suck me off.  Then he said, "I guess asking if I could
fuck you is out of the question?"  and I said that
yes, it was.  "Well can I have a kiss at least?" and
when Spunky asked that he looked so pathetic, and in
the bright light of that rest room, so young too.
"How old are you Spunky?" and he told me he'd just
turned sixteen.  He said he was going to quit high
school and work full time at the restaurant. Having
Frankie's red hair,  and him being a young teenager
and all....I said, "Yeah, one kiss because we're all
in the same boat tonight,  aren't we?" and he said,
"You mean the Titanic that he was talking about
earlier, Oliver?" and he was serious too...  my heart
kind of felt for him, I really did want to kiss him
now.

He sure looked a lot cuter now than he'd looked
earlier and so I got a paper towel and spit on it to
wet it a little.  Then, holding him behind his head
with one hand I wiped the remaining lipstick off his
lips with the other.  He stood there like a good boy
while I did it.  When his lips were free of lipstick
and just glistening slightly from my spit-on paper
towel,  I took hold of his head in both my hands and
kissed his nice full lips.... he pushed his tongue
into my mouth two seconds later.  I kept running my
fingers all through his bright red hair thinking that
this is how Frankie's hair would feel if he ever lets
it grow out.

I felt like I was swooning with that thought of
Frankie and from the hot kiss from this sixteen year
old Mensa canidate....and also from all the booze I'd
drank tonight.  Spunky had both his arms wrapped
around my waist and he was humping his hips into my
crotch fast, like a rabbit.  I felt his hard spike hit
my hip with every thrust he made.  The boy was hot.
"Please jerk me off, Oliver.  Please, you make me so
hot just looking at you."   This kid doesn't seem to
let pride get in the way of anything he says and he
doesn't mind begging to get what he wants either.   I
thought why the hell not jerk him off......so we went
into a toilet stall and he dropped his pants.  No
underwear, of course.  He had very nice, well defined
legs.  Legs that he'd obviously shaved.....no matter,
they looked excellent.

It was awkward at first, but I got him turned around
so his back was against my chest with my left arm
around the front of his chest just under his chin.  He
held onto my forearm with both his hands and I jerked
him off.  The jerk off got him very excited and he
stepped on my toes repeatedly and pushed back so we
both were bouncing against the metal separation
between the stalls.  All the time he was bucking his
nice teen ass into my crotch, his red "Frankie-hair"
was right under my nose and it smelled real nice, but
not like Frankie's.  It was fun, but maybe it was
closer to a wrestling match then it had to be.  He did
get excited.

The kid has a five inch fat cock that sure got hard.
It didn't feel like part of a human body when it was
at it's hardest point and did that kid shoot off some
cum.  Oh my God, there was so much pre cum I began to
think that it was his version of cum, but then he
humped back into my body hard, arched his back,
squealed out this banshee  screech and I swear to God
he shot a six foot long, thin  stream of  teenage
spunk. It was fairly obvious now how he'd gotten his
nickname....if it was a nickname.  Spunky followed up
the first stream with a few more, but they were more
like one would expect from a human.  That first shot
spattered off the opposite metal separation wall and
some of the  flying drops flew up and over the wall
into the next stall.

Most of the diners were in the bar area by now so we
got lucky and no one else came in to use this restroom
while we were doing our five minute jerk off.  Spunky
swallowed some spit down his wind pipe during his
initial super-cum-shot and he was coughing for quite
some time trying to force that drop of spit back up
out of there.  While he was doing that I tasted some
of his spunk from my fingers,  I couldn't place a
flavor... neutral flavor.  When his coughing stopped
he turned around and hugged me asking me where I
lived.  Maybe he wanted to move in with me.  It made
me laugh because the thought came to me that it seems
I'm the king of teens.  Myers, lil Pete and now my
latest conquest, Spunky.  Jeez, and the twins visit
was coming up on Monday too  ...king of teens, that's
me.

I hugged his neck and kissed the side of his face and
my boner came back.  I hadn't seen it since that last
fucking that Alexander had laid on me hours ago.
Thinking about that made me think about my sore ass
and I said, "Come on Spunky, let's get back before
they send a search party out looking  for us".  Spunky
asked, "Why would they do that, Oliver.  You said you
was going to take a piss."  I said, "Oh yeah, Spunk,
I forgot."

They were all in the bar by now and there was a
karaoke night going on with some old gay guy doing The
Killers "Read My Mind" and it wasn't working out real
well for him.  Some of the older guys were hissing at
this guy's attempt to sing, but it was all in
fun...... all the men seemed to be having a good old
time.  They all seemed like they were feeling no pain
too.  I'd guess that about two thirds of the men were
over forty, but there were a pretty good size crew in
their twenties and thirties too. Our group had a
number of under twenty year olds, but I didn't see any
others.  Then there were the real old gay guys looking
all around and remembering when they were the
"deal"...when they had had their day.   Mixed age
group of all gay men.  I liked the feel of the place.
I felt comfortable with the gay guys.

Alexander brought Spunky and me another
drink....cranberry juice with something else and
vodka.  It's called a sea breeze I think.  Spunky was
like gum on my shoe the rest of the night.  He hung on
my arm while we drank our sea breeze and then we
danced a fast dance together.  I don't know who was
worse, him or me...it was close.  He was very clingy
and he snuck in kisses on my neck and on my lips
whenever he could.  Hell, I didn't mind...that god
damn Frankie-hair, I loved thinking about Frankie and
looking at Spunky's hair reminded me what Frankie's is
like.

Spunk and me did two slow dances and got another drink
from Alexander who had been dancing with the sharp
featured boy who had those bright green eyes and the
spiked blond hair. That kid looked wicked hot by now
too.   Before the next dance Alexander asked me if I
was OK and I said I was...then I realized I actually
was OK and that I was in fact having fun.  It wasn't
anything fabulous, but it was fun.  After that last
drink I put my name on line for the Karaoke machine.
When my name was called I hopped up on stage and sung
the Plain White Ts, "Hey There Delilah".  Maybe not
quite as good as Tom Higgenson can sing it, but it
stopped the show.  I looked down off the stage to see
Alexander with his mouth hanging open and Spunky was
clapping and cheering for me and I felt fantastic.  I
had to do the song twice more by popular demand and it
was great being a big star in a little world for a
couple of minutes.

Alexander, well...none of the guys knew I could sing
and after singing I thought of Cristobal.......and
Tyler.  I went in the restroom and cried.  All that
booze and all.  Spunky found me there and we made out
for ten minutes.  Then the lights started blinking
telling everyone the club was closing.  Spunky was
groping my crotch like mad during the make out and my
boner was very hard.  Thank God for the blinking
lights.

Spunky and me had a hot goodnight kiss around 2:30 am
and then everybody did a quick hug and a kiss with
everybody else and then Alexander and I were finally
in the car and on our way.  We were pretty drunk, but
he drove Ok and we got back to his condo without
killing ourselves.  "One last nightcap, Oliver."  and
we had another fucking vodka drink that we both needed
like we needed electric shock treatment.....and a few
more cigarettes and a little drunken conversation
about how cool both of us were and how cool all the
guys were and what a great singer everyone thought I
was and on and on till after 4am.  We crashed with me
holding onto Alexander like he was my binky blanket.

I got up around 9am looking for the toilet to piss in
and wondering were the fuck I was for the first minute
or so.  I couldn't even place Alexander from looking
at the back of his head and then it all came rushing
back and I was in the present again.  After the piss I
crawled back in bed and nuzzled up against Alexander's
unbelievably hot body and fell right back to sleep.
The hangover I had around 1pm sitting on the side of
the bed listening to Alexander howl because he'd
stubbed his toe...well, that hangover was up there
with the very worse hangover I'd ever had in my young
life.  It was worth it though because I realized I'm
never ever again going to smoke or drink
anything....ever.  I was giving it all up.  I'm
totally done with that shit forever.

We were very grumpy the rest of the day.  We ate at a
diner around 4pm which initially made me feel better,
but then I felt sick back at the condo.  Alexander
said any number of times how lucky we were that his
parents were in France buying art work because if they
were home we'd have had to go over for Sunday dinner.
That thought scared us so badly we finally tried a
bloody mary with just a little bit of vodka and after
two of them we both lit up a cigarette.  We were back,
baby.  The vodka did help with the headache.  We
cooked soup around 8pm and it boiled over and one
thing led to another and we got in a laughing jag
again.

After two cans of soup we started to shut down again
and we were in bed before ten o'clock and sleeping
shortly after that.  No sex.  I swear, I didn't even
think about it.  After almost twelve hours sleep
though I was laying awake in bed thinking about just
that...sex.  Specifically sex with the twenty year old
boy sleeping next to me.  I wanted to fuck him.  My
hole was still sore, but never mind that.... I didn't
want to leave without at least one chance at
Alexander.  Afterall, fucking Alexander was my main
reason for this trip in the first place and even
though, during this trip, I'd had every other kind of
sex one might want, I still hadn't had that one....the
one where I fuck Alexander.

I waited as long as I could...about five minutes.
Then I slowly rubbed Alexander's ass through his
boxers.  I did it for a minute or so and then started
letting my hand slip into his crack some and rubbed
there for a while. Then I began pushing on his hole
and he groaned a liitle and rolled away from me.  I
giggled like a little kid and moved over to him again.
 He was now laying on his side so I started massaging
the buttocks he wasn't laying on.  It was real firm,
but not as firm as Joey's.
I was really grabbing handful after handful of ass and
massaging it tightly.  I could feel myself getting
hard and I moved up against Alexander who was facing
away from me now and, getting my arm under his neck,
I pulled the back of his head against my face and blew
a lot of air into his short dense hair while I
continued to grab handfuls of his butt cheek and
massage it and gently humped my boner into the back of
his thigh.

In a sleepy voice Alexander said, "You are giving me
the hardest boner, Oliver.  Let me guess....you want
me to do you one last time before you go."  I said,
"You almost guessed it."  He said, "Oh, goody.  Oliver
is going to do me this morning!" and he really did
sound happy about it.  After a little more messing
around he hopped out of bed saying he had to take care
of some bathroom stuff first, but that I wasn't to go
anywhere.  I got up too and brushed my teeth using the
kitchen sink.  Then I had to pee again so I used the
bathroom in his office downstairs.  I had to sneak in
because cleaning people were all over the barbershop
and might be in here any minute.  Obviously Mondays is
the day his cleaning people do the shop....and maybe
in here too.

Oliver never works on Mondays and me having no classes
this Monday is one of the main reasons we picked this
weekend to get toether.....now I know the other reason
too....the contest.  Later this morning I'm driving up
to say hello and a quick visit with the twins who also
have school off today.  It's a two hour drive and then
an hour and a half from there to the University of
Penn,  so a lot of driving, but the twins begged me to
at least say hello for an hour or so.  The idea of
teaching the twins about gay sex is so far "out there"
that it's really impossible to grasp.  Maybe seeing
them in person will make it all seem more real to me.
The tentative plan is that I spend a night in a motel
with the twins the Monday before Thankgiving vacation.
 I'm to begin their "training" then.  Oh boy!

Back upstairs I heard the toilet flush and the shower
go on so I walked into the bathroom and got in the
shower with Alexander.  He said, "No hanky panky in
here Oliver, someone could slip and break off a
boner."
That got us laughing again.  We were so happy to be
over our hangovers that things were much funnier today
than they were yesterday.  I did wash his cock and
balls with soapy hands and he got that long boner back
and I almost wanted it up inside me again except I was
still sore back there.  He has a great cock, but then
I can't think of a cock I've been intimate with that I
didn't think was great.  We managed to get clean and
dry without anybody getting fucked and, still naked,
we got back in bed again to make out a little.

Like I've said, Alexander is a fabulous kisser and he
can lick and suck pretty good too.  It didn't take him
long before he had me moaning with pleasure and hard
as a rock.  He went down and sucked on my cock and
licked my balls and after ten minutes or so of making
out and sucking my cock he reached in the bedside
stand and came out with an extra lubed condom that he
tore open and rolled on my drippig boner.  We were
both red in the face and short of breath with pounding
hearts and vibrating boners.  He asked, "How do ya
want to do me?"  I just slid over to him and he turned
around, both of us laying on our side.

Alexander brought his knees up toward his chest a
little and I positioned my boner.  I had to stop and
get control of my breathing before I could do anything
else.  When I felt I was breathing OK I pushed that
well positioned boner into Alexander's hole about five
inches and I almost climaxed right then.  Maybe, now
that I'm reconsidering things, I actually don't like
getting fucked more than I like fucking some guy...
this felt awful good.  I pushed in the last inch and
Alexander said, "Oh fuck, it feels so good."  I
couldn't wait so I started in fucking him as fast as I
could and soon I had my arms wrapped around him
holding his back against my chest while humping my
hips to fuck him as deep and as hard and as fast as I
could.

Sweat was running down my face before long...then
Alexander squealed out a short girly sound and shot
his load across part of the bed and it hit that
straight back chair and splattered over the seat.  His
ring contracted when he fired off and it got so tight
on my cock I blew my load in the condom right after he
shot off.  We both had a few more minor shots and it
was a good first "quicky".  I humped in and out of him
for a minute more, slowing down all the while thinking
that this next fuck will be slow and oh so sexy.  The
first one always goes quick for me, Alexander too.
We're two too horny boys.   We were both breathing
heavy and coming down off our climaxes and
contemplating the real long fuck coming up when his
phone rings.  "Fuck is that?' Alexander mutters as he
looks at the caller ID.

He jumps out of bed saying, "Oh damn, I forgot.  I
promised to show Anthony the secrets of double
accounting today.  He's downstairs now.  Alexander was
getting dressed while he talked.  I laid there in his
bed.  He came over and gave me a big kiss and said,
"Ah, Oliver.  Me and Anthony are sort of fucking each
other too...you know, while he learns the business and
all.  Ah,  and he's not as sophistacated as you are so
he will freak out if he knows I just spent the weekend
with another boy.  So, ah...could you sneak out the
back door while I'm keeping Anthony occupied in my
office? Pleeeeeze!  I know I'm being a dick, but
please do this for me."

That's what I did.  It wasn't a great way to end the
weekend, but there it is. I was driving away with the
top down even though it was only 58 degrees because I
wanted to clear my head.  I had a late breakfast at
the same diner we ate at last night and then headed
west to St John Prep for my visit with the twins.  I
guess Alexander is a bit of a shit, but I still liked
him.  Like I said long ago, we're not lovers.  We're
sex buddies and he surely wasn't short changing me
with the sex.  I wish he was slightly more honorable,
but he's OK for what he is...a sex buddy.  Hell, we're
close sex buddies, I'll settle for that between him
and me.  Shit...I'd be lying though if I didn't admit
I was disappointed in him some...well, more than a
little disappointed.  Damn, why does the "reality"
part of life always suck?

I put my Plain White T's CD in and cranked up the
volume.  After singing along, at 75 miles per hour,
with a few of the songs I was back in a good mood and
thinking about those yummy twins.  Then I laughed out
loud thinking of Nathan's last email where he told me
in very serious terms about how he and Noah were going
to demonstate this new-found foot fetish of theirs.
They want my opinion about the way their "boners just
come up without us touching them...we're hoping you'll
have an explanation for us, Oliver.  That's probably
all we'll have time to get into this vist, but it's
better than nothing."  Oh baby, this is going to be a
riot.......

to be continued.....  OLIVER AT COLLEGE    (THE TWINS
& MORE JOEY)

Donny Mumford      thinat20@yahoo.com