Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2017 16:02:34 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S JUNIOR YEAR AT COLLEGE    Chapter  39

DYLAN'S JUNIOR YEAR AT COLLEGE

Chapter  39

by  Donny Mumford

Sitting in the Jeep on  campus with the engine running I'm thinking how
disturbing that scene  was in Ryan's and Steve's dorm room. I never thought I'd
say this but  thank God Ryan's transferred out of Merrimack. Somehow he
managed to get Steve  under his control even though Steve's been a very
straight guy with  the same girlfriend since high school. From first-hand
experience I know how  persuasive Ryan can be and he's a bulldog about it too. He
doesn't give up.  Getting Steve to submit to that ridiculous haircut is
evidence enough that Steve  was under his spell. It hurts to admit that Ryan kind
of had me  under his spell at times during the past couple of years and again
last  summer. He gets you brainwashed into somehow believing it's all okay.

 Thinking back to how he manipulated me isn't pleasant.

That whole scene in  their dorm put me off my game so much I was gonna skip
meeting John  Smith for lunch and a 'smoke'. Then I get this text from him
saying  he's leaving work and for me to meet him. He has a favor to ask of
me and that's  intriguing because what kind of a favor do you ask someone you
barely know?  Anyway if I don't go I'll spend the time moping around the
apartment wondering  how I ever let Ryan get the upper hand with me during the
past couple of  years. He exploited my haircut fetish and a willingness to
be submissive during  sex by gradually extending both tendencies in a trial
and error manner  until he knew exactly which buttons to push. It was all
sugar-coated with  compliments and talk of loving me, but it was manipulation
pure and simple. I'm  totally over him now.

Yeah, but the question  I need to ask myself is, am I over my weaknesses?
No, I'm not over them but  they've lost a some of their allure. Running my
fingers through my hair and  knowing I'm staying with this longer hair style
is a pretty good indicator  of a weakening haircut fetish.  I should Google
'fetishes' and see  what's written about outgrowing a fetish or if maybe they
sometimes  just peter-out on their own. I still like being submissive
during sex, but I no  longer see the attraction of a dominant individual after
sex.  Certainly not like Willie and Ryan tried doing with me. Huh, this
self-analysis is a good thing. Yeah, I should have tried  it long ago or maybe I
needed to go through everything I've been through before  seeing the light.

Heh heh, I still like Rob being a little bossy though,  assuming I'm in the
mood for it. And I liked John Smith's subtle sub/dom  sex even if he doesn't
know he's doing it. So perhaps moderation in all things  is what I've come
to prefer. It seems logical and pretty fuckin' obvious in  hindsight. Yeah,
moderation... that's the ticket.

Putting the Jeep in  gear I drive off campus feeling better about things in
general. Grinning,  I'm thinking: damn, that was a good talk I just had
with  myself!  I'm not going to let that disturbing visit with Ryan and Steve
fuck with my mind. It was an ugly reminder that I need to make a concerted
effort to be more in control of things. Here's my latest motto again:
'everything in moderation'. Okay, so what the fuck I'll buy some  condoms and see
what John Smith's favor is all about. It'd be stupid to  allow Ryan's
behavior to unduly influence what I want to do. He  officially has become, like I
surmised earlier this semester only somebody  that I used to know.

No big deal buying  condoms. Not now when you can buy them at Stop & Shop
where  there's self-check-out. Inside the store, after looking through the
various condoms available, I settle on the Trojan brand. A 'Lubricated
Pleasure Pac' of three to be exact. It cost $2.94 plus tax.  By self-checking-out
I avoid any potential  stereotypical embarrassing condom moments. Back
outside I drive to  Butch's Sports Bar and Eats parking next to John Smith's
pickup. Well  actually it's the Toyota dealership's pickup, but he's using it.

Inside I see  John in the same seat he's always in. Today he has a big smile
for me and  then a fist bump, saying, "Hey, Dylan, you're looking good as
usual."  Sitting next to him, I go, "Jeez, thanks, John. What's up with the
favor  you mentioned in your text?" He goes, "Holy shit, you get right to it,
 don'cha?"

Before I can say  anything else Judy, the bartender, asks, "What can I get
you boys." We ask for  the same thing we had yesterday: a draft of Miller
Light and a Coors.  As she's getting them, John says, "Okay, here's the favor,
be my date tomorrow  night?" and he gives me a blushing grin. I go, "You're
asking me out?" He goes,  "Fuck yeah, and I just about peed my pants doing
it." The beers are set in front  of us on little napkins along with lunch
menus. John mutters, "Thanks,  Jude."  Wow, he asked me out on a date. I don't
think anyone has ever done  that before. Not really. Robby and I never
officially asked one another out on a  date. Over the years we just agreed to do
this or that. Yeah, but Willie must  have asked me out a couple of times,
although mostly he just said he was coming  over to pick me up. Willie was
never one to take 'no' for an answer. Yeah, good  ol' Willie. I wonder what
he's been up to lately?
John's looking at me,  so I go, "Sure, I'll go out with you Friday night,
but I do have a  boyfriend who I'm in love with, so..." and I shrug, adding,
"Just so you  know." He goes, "Oh yeah, I know about the boyfriend. You told
me he gave you  this hickey," and he reaches over to rub it. Today there
are no grease smudges  on John's face and he's shaved too. His hands look
cleaner although they're not  as clean as mine, but then I'm not an automobile
mechanic. I say, "My boyfriend,  Rob, will be going home to start Christmas
break Friday afternoon, so I can go  with you Friday night. I'll get a ride
home with my brother who isn't going  home until Saturday afternoon. Um, is
this too much information for you?" He  chuckles, "You're cute; ya know
that?" I ask, "Where are we going on our  friendship date?" He grins again,
muttering, "Friendship date, huh?"  Nodding my head, happy about his 'cute'
comment.

Looking at him  I'm trying hard to see some cuteness in his face. According
to  my theory there should be something cute there somewhere. I've always
claimed there a cuteness factor in every boy's face. Something's gotta be
cute  even if it's only the way he grins. That should be true even if overall
the  guy isn't presently and possibly never was cute, per se. I might need
to  rephrase that to include the word 'teenager'. There's at least one cute
aspect in every teenage boy's face, but when guys get past the  teens years
some quickly grow into their adult looks leaving all traces of  cuteness in
the dust. I'm sticking with John's eyes as being his cuteness  factor. His
eyes and his shiny white teeth and pink gums in  his too-wide mouth.

Picking up his menu,  John goes, "Lets order lunch and then I'll tell you
about our friendship  date." The waitress comes over and I order the BLT
platter that includes  fries and a paper-cup of cole slaw. John chuckles when I
order that because it's  the platter he shared with me yesterday, then he
orders the same thing  himself, saying, "Love me some of my aunt's cole slaw."

The waitress, who's an  older sister of John's, goes off to place our
orders. He takes a deep breath,  then says, "Okay. Um, here's the thing about
Friday night. I'm a member of the  Worcester chapter of LGBT although I usually
only attend their holiday  party. It's something a friend of mine got me
involved with after graduating  high school and I've made a few new friends
there. We hook-up three or four  times a year. I've never taken a date to the
holiday party and if  you'll go with me it'll really impress the guys." Oh
fuck! I go, "Jeez,  and I was hoping you were taking me out to dinner and a
movie. Then  we'd make out in the backseat of your car as you try getting in
my pants." He  does a really good laugh, then goes, "I don't do making-out,
but we can do most  of what you said. There a buffet dinner and they show a
movie about how the  organization is growing. That's when me and my friends
usually chill-out at the  bar. And getting in your pants is a foregone
conclusion."

I drink some beer, then  say, "Worcester's a long way to go for a buffet
dinner. Then there's  the drive back afterwards. I mean, since you're driving
you couldn't drink  very much." John puts his hand on my shoulder, saying,
"Brace yourself, and  please don't immediately say 'no', but we'd stay
overnight and drive back  Saturday morning." I go, "Ooooh. Wow, oh man, I don't
know about that." He says,  "Please, Dylan." Shit, I hardly know him. I go,
"Let me think about it, okay?"  He goes, "Good! That's at least better than an
immediate 'no'. I promise  you it's a good party, good food and lots of
booze if you want it. And I'm  paying for everything, obviously." I go, "Do I
get a corsage?" He says,  "Sorry, no flowers. I'll buy you a box of candy
though. Do you like Junior  Mints?" I chuckle at that as his sister serves us
our lunch platters. I  like John and I like the way he was obviously
uncomfortable asking me  out. If he wasn't uncomfortable I'd be leery as hell.

As we eat, I ask, "Why  do you want to take a date to this party if you
mostly want to see your  friends?" He swallows, then looks at me, saying, "They
both live in the  Worcester area and always bring a date. Neither of them
has ever had  a date like you though. Nooooo way!" I mutter, "Huh, I guess
you've  already picked-up on the fact that flattery is very effective with
me." He  chuckles and says no more about the date through the rest of lunch. As
usual  there's not a lot of conversation coming from John Smith so mostly
I'm  leading the conversation by comparing my musical taste with his. He
seems  very knowledgeable about rap music. I fake  interest in a few of his
favorites although I don't believe I've ever heard  them. Ya know, it's very
suspicious if a person my age disses rap music.  It's like I'm a traitor to the
music of my generation. On the other  hand, it's considered cool if you're
into retro music which leave  me out too 'cause I mostly only like the old
standards, like U 2, Counting  Crows, Coldplay and groups like that.

Finished lunch, John  pats my shoulder saying, "C'mon, we'll have a smoke."

On our way back to the  storage room he casually grips the back of my neck
guiding me like he did  yesterday. I get a little buzz in my balls
pretending he's roughly taking me  back to fuck me against my will. In the storage
room we have a cigarette as  he asks, "When do you think you'll know if you're
gonna do me the big solid of  going with me Friday night?" I say, "I'll
text you tomorrow," and while  exhaling smoke, he says, "Ah, damn, that sounds
like you don't want to let  me down in person, so you'll text me a big fat
'NO!'." I shake my head,  "No, it's just that my boyfriend will be coming
back tomorrow for his last  final exam. That'll be around lunchtime so I won't
be able to come here for  lunch." He looks down mumbling, "Okay," and I go,
"I'm almost sure I'll go with  you, John. I just want to give it some
thought. It's the end of the  semester and I need to find out when my brother is
leaving for home. I  need a ride, and then Saturday I need to get a haircut
too." He goes, "If  your brother leaves before noon on Saturday then I'll
drive you to Framingham.  It's what, an hour's drive?" I nod, "I'll think about
it and instead of texting  you tomorrow, I'll text you tonight. How's that?
And I'll probably go because  I've always been into new adventures." He
grins, "Yeah? Okay then,  thanks!"

We step on our  cigarettes and John unbuttons my pants and pulls my jeans
and  underpants down to my knees. He brazenly strokes my cock a few times
then pulls his pants down. Reaching over he cups behind my head,  mumbling,
"Let's do  this," muttering, "Christ, I've only been thinking about us doing
it all morning," and he laughs. After I push my pants to my feet I  drop to
my knees to do a righteous cock-sucking on John's nice looking  cock. It's
also easier taking his cock in my throat this way. His  fingers go in my hair
as he says, "I'm glad to hear you're getting a haircut.  How do you stand
all this hair?" and he pulls up my bangs to see how long my  hair is, then
runs his fingers back through it again. I'm holding his dick in  my fingers,
saying, "I had really short hair for most of my life, John.  This longish
hair is new to me and I'm liking the novelty of it for now."  He takes his hand
away, saying, "I get a haircut three times a year. Same  old barber I've
been going to since I was a kid. He doesn't ask,  just gives me a
military-style tight burr haircut." I go, "Huh," and he  laughs, mumbling, "Which is why
I only need three haircuts a year." Licking  the head of his cock a few
times tasting urine remnant, I ask, "How close are  you to your next haircut?"

He chuckles, "I'm way past due past, why?"  I  say, "I'll give you a haircut
for free and I'll do a better job than your old  barber." He goes,
"Really?" I mutter, "Really," and put his cock in my  mouth.

In addition to giving  the back of my neck a squeeze while we walked to the
storage John's  also unbuttoned and pulled my pants down and then took the
liberty of  stoking my cock. So there's three things he did that were
slightly dominant. I  can work with that and I enjoy sucking his cock. Hell, as I
suck  his cock mine gets hard alone with his. In less than a minute he's
holding my head between his hands pulling it down a little, then his  boner
goes tightly down my throat a few times as he moans,  "Aaaah, that feels so
good."  He gets his hips moving smoothly deep  throating me for a minute or so
as he makes hissing sounds. He grunts, "Aaaah,"  as precum drools from his
cock. His hands move to the hair on top of my head  yanking on my hair as
his cock is sliding back and forth in my throat. I'm  gagging and struggling
for air until he pulls his cock from my throat and  mouth. Inhaling noisily,
I see a strand of saliva and precum attaches to  the head of his cock and my
lips for a second before breaking free and  drifting down across my chin. I
wipe at it with the back of my  hand,
I'm  breaching deeply for a few seconds as John mumbles, "I almost  shot
off in your mouth. Deep throating you really fucking turns me on. Wow, it's
so new and awesome." As my breathing normalizes my tongues's tongue's moving
around tasting his precum. John pushes at the back of my head  saying, "I
guess you can get on all fours now." I say, "You know what?  You get off on
deep throating so much if you want I'll suck you off to  climax." He looks
surprised as he nods his head energetically and  immediately slides his cock
back in my mouth and then down my throat.  He moves his hips forward while
gripping my shoulders grunting and moaning  as the swollen head of his hard
cock leads the way down my throat.  It's gagging me again, the head at least
three inches down my throat  feeling like ten-inches. My Adam's apple
protrudes as he leaves his boner  in my throat humping his crotch against my face
and pulling my hair. His  pubic hairs tickle my face with my nose squished
against his belly. Pulling  his boner back makes me gag again and then the
drooling head is lying on my  tongue.  I gasp in as much oxygen as I can get
before John slides it  tightly down my throat again and his hips get into that
smooth rhythm  he does that moves his rock-hard penis to and fro in my
throat. From the  way he moves his hips I'll bet he's a good  dancer.

It's impossible not to  feel submissive taking a guy's hard cock down your
throat so I'm savoring  every second of the experience even though it's very
uncomfortable. He yanks on  my hair as he's getting very aroused and I
assume his orgasm is percolating  near the point of no return. More thrusting
and it's moving smoothly again,  but not for long. John's head goes back and
he does the scrunched-up  freckled-face look I saw last time he had an orgasm
and I know what's coming...  pun intended. His hips thrust one more time
and he groans as a long stream  of cum shoots out from his boner just as he
pulls it out of my throat.  Creamy cum fills my mouth with some going out the
sides and drooling down  my chin. I choke and sputter trying not to inhale
it up my sinuses, but  then his cock's in my throat again and I can't even
breathe. John's humping  against my face and breathing nosily. His pubic hairs
surround my mouth, nose,  and chin with him humping against my face again
and almost lying his  full weight against me as he shudders shooting more cum
down my throat. Whoa,  that was one hell of a climax!
Pulling his now flaccid  cock out of my throat and mouth he steps back
holding it in his fist,  sputtering, "That's the first time for me. No one's
ever let me do that before."  There's a squirt of cum or precum on the cement
floor between his legs that  I didn't realize happened. I'm boned-up hard and
basically shocked I didn't have  a full climax before John. He takes a deep
breath, then says, "Come  here," and when I get up and step over to him he
takes my cock in  his fist, murmuring, "Awesome boner, Dylan," and he starts
jerking me  off. We're face to face so his hand tends to pulls my boner
sideways as he strokes it. Then he lets go of my cock and grins a cute  grin.

Hey! There's something cute! John's saying, "I'll jerk you off like me  and
Freddy Donovan used to do it when we were twelve or thirteen." He gets
behind me reaching around to stroke my cock like I'd do it. That's if I had  the
inclination to jerk myself off which I haven't had for quite  some time.

Anyway, someone else jerking me off is far superior to me doing  it myself!
John's behind me with  his cock and balls against the top of my buttocks
and his left arm around  the front of my waist holding my back against his
chest. His right  fist is around my hard cock and he tightly strokes the full
six inches of  my hard cock. I watch the foreskin going back and forth on and
off the  head of my swollen boner. It gets even harder and a little longer
and now the  foreskin no longer covers the head. Stroke, stroke, stroke with
me leaning back  against him while doing soft grunts at the soaring
sensations coming  from the millions of nerve endings in my hard penis. The side of
John  Smith's chin is against my ear as he jerks me off and it's pretty
fuckin' hot. His body is thin but taut, his arms are strong and there's  that
auto shop smell coming  off his mechanic's outfit that's swirling in my
head. It  smells like the automobile tire section of Sears when I was in there
a year ago with Chubby. It's not an unpleasant smell at all. John's arms
have mine pinned to my sides and I begin squirmy against him as my orgasm
builds  and John picks up the pace of his stroking.

Then, "Oooh," it's on me now and I'm bumping  back into him and shuffling
my feet going, "Ooh, ooh, aaah, aaah, aaah,  Eeeeeiii!" with cum shooting
from my hard cock in a big arc. John jiggles my  boner and the string of cum
gets wiggly like water from a garden hose when  you move the nozzle up and
down a little. Then another streak of cum  and this time I hold my breath as
the sizzling from my cock buzzes all around my  groin making my hips hump out
a third good stream of cum. John's left hand drops  down to massage my balls
as he says with his lips moving against the side  of my forehead, "This is
the way Freddie and I would milk each other's nuts  when we were kids."

Finally, he drags his tight fist down and over the  head letting go of my cock.

After one last squeeze making me yelp,  "Ow!" he lets go of my balls.

Stepping back, he wipes the cum off his hand  on a cardboard box, then pulls up
his pants, mumbling, "That was  cool." Everything is matter-of-fact with John
Smith.

I shudder as the last  thrill of orgasm flitters away. "Whoa! That was a
good jerk-off, John. Donovan  was a lucky kid!" John nods, grinning and
mumbling, "After we got used to  each other I started fucking him. He'd only do it
with us lying on our  sides. We'd spread this old sleeping bag out on his
basement floor. He'd lie on  his side and wrap his arms around his knees
pulling then to his chest. It  was like fucking a human ball." Pulling my pants
up, I ask, "How'd you  manage to buy condoms when you were thirteen?" He
shrugs, "We  didn't. Neither of us had sex before so we knew it'd be safe doing
it  without condoms. I'd wipe Vaseline on my pecker stroke it to a boner
and I  must have fucked him like fifty times two summers in a row. He'd moan
and  complain it hurt but I never stopped and he'd shoot off before me most
of  the time."

We're walking out of  the supply room with John casually asking me, "Your
ass sore, or  something?" I go, "No, not at all." He's like "Oh, I wondered
if it  was since you were fine with sucking me off." I shrug, "I like sucking
 cock, John, and your's is a good one for sucking because I can take your
boner  in my throat easier than some." He goes, "Well it was super-hot!
Really appreciate it too." I shrug  again, and he says, "Hey, you said you're a
barber, right?" I nod and he says,  "How about if I come to your apartment
later today and you give me a haircut and  then I'll fuck you to make up for
the fuck we missed this afternoon?"  Hmmm, I don't feel right telling John
I'll get back to him about this  because I already said that about Worcester.

I'm smelling my wrist as we  walk into the bar, then I say, "Yeah, sure.

That'd be awesome, John." He  goes, "I was afraid you'd say you need to think
about it," and he chuckles,  patting my back.

At our seats I see a  check for my lunch. John picks it ups before I can
grab it, and says,  "Lunch is on me," and he puts fifteen dollars on the bar.

They don't charge him  for his lunch I guess. I'm like, "Hey!" and he
grins, saying, "Consider it a bribe, ha ha," then he goes, "I gotta  get back to
work, Dylan. What time should I be at your apartment and how do  I get
there?" I'm like, "Thanks for lunch, John," then I give him directions to  the
apartment as we walk out to the parking lot together. He asks, "Is seven
o'clock okay?" I nod, "Yeah, sure." He pats my shoulder, "See ya then," and  he
gets in his truck, backs out of his parking spot and takes off. We get our
rocks off and away he goes. That's buddy-sex.

I gotta hand  it to John for taking it to new heights of casualness.

Actually it's  almost perfect. In the Jeep I get the engine running, then get the
heat going while thinking that now I have something to do tonight.  Yeah,
but what about Daryl? Damn, it's either feast or famine lately.  Daryl did
say he's studying all day for tomorrow's final so I probably  wouldn't see him
tonight anyway. Hmmm, and Rob's going back to work  right after his final
exam tomorrow morning so Daryl and I can have our  last fuck of the semester
after that. Yeah, that'll work! That's taking  care of two things I needed
to work out before committing to John's Worcester  trip. I also need to find
out what Chubby's plans are for going home  and I gotta get my haircut on
Saturday. I'll make sure we get back from  Worcester early enough to do that.

I'm  back in the apartment by two o'clock with nothing I need to do the
rest of the day except a phone call and a few texts. Gives me plenty of  time
to think some more about Worcester. Hmmm? Okay, first thing I do  is give
Chubby a call. He answers from his dorm saying he's studying for  the final
exam he has at four o'clock this afternoon. Then his last one  is tomorrow,
Friday, at three o'clock. He'll cram for that exam  tonight. He tells me,
"Then I'm done for this semester, bro, but John  Beverly and I have dates with
the twins tomorrow night. Some kind of  sorority Christmas party so I should
be hungover like, um, usual Saturday  morning." I say, "I need a ride home
with you Saturday, Chub. Rob's home working  right now. He'll be back for his
last final tomorrow around noon, then after the  exam he's heading right
back to work." Chub's like, "Jesus! That blows for him,  huh?" I go, "Yeah, it
does," and he says, "You'll probably need to drive  Saturday because I'm
gonna be righteously celebrating the end of this  semester so, like I said,
I'll probably be hungover to shreds." I go, "No  problem, Chub. Do you need
the Jeep before Saturday?" He says, "Oh, that's right  you have the Jeep. Heh
heh, I forgot all about that. I won't need it for  anything until we're
going home." I'm like, "Um, I probably shouldn't call  you Saturday until early
afternoon to let you sleep in." He goes, "You  are one awesome brother,
Dylan!" I chuckle, "Yeah, now you get back  to hitting the books." He sighs,
"This is the fucked-up part of college!"  I'm like, "Yeah, the academic part of
college puts a hurting on what  would otherwise be a four-year-party." He
laughs, "Later, Dylan. I love  you, bro."

Gee, I always feel good  after talking with Chubby about, well about
anything. Just knowing he's there,  ya know? I text Rob, 'How's it going, Rob?' I
don't get a response, not  that I expected one because he's working.

Whenever he sees my text  though he'll know I was thinking about him. Next order of
business  is texting Golden about what time on Saturday he's doing
haircuts. He texts  back that it needs to between ten in the morning and two in the
afternoon so I  gotta keep that in mind. Then I text Daryl and he texts
right back,  'Dylan, I'm studying now. When am I gonna see you?' I text that we
can hook-up Friday afternoon and he agrees to text me then. Okay, I think I
 got all my ducks in a row now. And... um, what does that mean, all my
duck in a row? I Google it and, huh. It's an idiom meaning to get things
organized, but other than speculation that ducklings walk in a row, no one knows
where the phrase originated. Everyone knows what it infers, and I do too,
but  there's no logic to it. Well, Googling that was a fuckin' waste of
time.

For the next hour or so  I read my latest John Sandford book and eventually
feel my  eyes closing and the book sliding out of my hands so I let myself
drift off  and fall into a nice nap. Damn, naps are awesome! I should do
more of them.  This nap is a long one and when my eyes pop open from a
dreamless  sleep I see it's five o'clock already. Feeling groggy I take a shower
thinking about John Smith again. Primarily about his proposed trip to
Worcester  for a holiday party with me as his date. I'd be without options if
something  didn't seem right and I wanted to get out of there. That's a  huge
negative. Yeah, but I've got the Jeep so if I drive us to  Worcester I won't be
at anyone's mercy. Me driving seals the deal for me.  Yeah, why not go as
long as I'm in charge of the transportation? No reason not  to go. I'm
beginning to become fond of John even though he's  different from other side-sex
buddies I've had. He ain't cute for one thing, but  hey, I'm not shallow,
right? I'm not going to reject a guy simply  because he isn't cute. Looks aren't
everything. Hell, everyone can't be  attractive. Everybody knows that...

After drying myself and  putting on some casual clothes, I text John Smith.

'Yes, I'm up for a party  in Worcester. Since you're generous enough to
cover the cost of that I insist  on treating you to a dinner at my apartment
tonight. Whaddaya say?" I  get a text right back saying he just got home from
work and he'll be  over after he showers. Hmmm, now what should I serve for
dinner? I drive to  Stop and Shop and wander down the meat aisle  looking
for inspiration. The butcher's special today is  bone-in rib-roasts. Prime
rib-of-beef is normally way too much meat for two  people and far too expensive
anyway. That's true except t's on sale  and there's a three-and-a-half
pound, two-rib cut. The two ribs and  the fat alone make up a pound of that
total so I buy it for $25.50 on sale.  The normal price is $38.67. I certainly
wouldn't buy it at that price and  I'm being a bit of a spend-thrift buying
it at the sale price. John bought  me one-and-a-half lunches and he's paying
for the Worcester trip,  so...

To go with the  rib-roast I'll make scalloped potatoes from scratch. I've
tried the boxed  scalloped potatoes and... fuck no! Meat and potatoes with a
salad should be  enough. Back in the apartment I start putting together  the
scalloped potatoes. After peeling Yukon Gold potatoes, I use  a mandoline
cutting one-quarter-inch slices. After making a roux of  equal parts butter
and flour I slowly add a cup of cream using a wire whip  to blend it
smoothly.  Into this mixture goes some  dry garlic, salt and pepper, and a dash of
nutmeg. Yes, nutmeg. Then I  thinly slice half a sweet onion using the
mandoline again and  layer the potato slices and onion in a greased oven-tempered
glass  casserole dish. The roast gets a sprinkling of garlic powder and salt
and  pepper. Both items go into a 350 oven. I'll take the meat out in about
an  hour and let it sit for twenty minutes before carving so the juices
reabsorb into the meat. After removing the lid, the potatoes will stay  in the
oven to lightly brown the top. Sometimes I spread shredded  cheese on the
top but maybe John doesn't like cheese so I'll omit that  step. Simple salad
of cucumbers, plum tomatoes and iceberg lettuce  with Ken's Italian
dressing, but do not add the dressing until the  salad is served. And that's that!
John Smith calls me  ten minutes after I've put everything is in the oven
to tell me he's  lost. He's in the Royal Crest complex but all the buildings
look the same. Using  Merrimack's chapel as a landmark I direct him to the
correct building and two  minutes later I'm on the balcony watching him pull
into the parking lot  driving a fifteen-year-old Chevy. It's not just John
who gets  lost in here, everyone has trouble finding the right building. When
he's at the  back door I buzz him in and I'm in the hall holding the door
to my apartment  open when he appears on the second floor. Seeing him it hits
me  again that I barely know this person. He barely knows me too but you'd
never know it from his greeting. He has his nice smile going for him and
those  blue eyes of his are shining, as he goes, "Hey, Dylan, good to see you
again."  then he laughs because we were just together four or five  hours
ago. We bump fists and then he does a quick  one-arm hug thing that everyone
does although it's the first  time were doing it.  There was a little extra
gusto to  his hug. Nice. During the hug I again notice that he's thin as a
rail but  solid. I'm like, "C'mon in John," and inside he goes, "Jesus, you
didn't clean-up the place just for my visit did you?" I shake my head,
"Nope, it's usually this neat. My boyfriend's a neat-nick." He goes over to look
out the sliding glass door, saying, "Helluva view," and I mutter, "Of the
parking lot."

As I'm hanging his coat  in the closet, he asks, "Where's this boyfriend of
your's?" I  tell him he's working and then pick-up the picture of Rob and
me  taken in front of his swimming pool last August. Pointing at Rob, I  go,
"That's him, Rob Dickers." He goes, "Jeeezus! You two look like models  or
rock starts or something. Ooh, Dylan dude, you got a hot body going for  you
too!" and he pats my shoulder. I mutter, "Yeah, I know. Everyone  tells me
that." He laughs, then mumbles, "And they're right." I ask, "Want  a beer, or
something?" He says, "I'll have a bottle of water if you have one or  right
from the tape is fine too." Taking a bottle of water from the  refrigerator
and passing it to him, I grab a can of Coke. He chugs half the  water, then
says, "Oh man, that hit the spot." Funny that I'm not feeling  awkward with
John Smith. I say, "Well, should we do your haircut first? The  dinner
won't be ready for almost an hour. Hope you like  prime rib-roast." He opens his
eyes wide, "Well, yeah, I like it! Who  doesn't?" I shrug, "Vegetarians for
one," and he says, "Vegans for two, but who  else?"

I'm like, "John, how'd  the hair on top of your head get so choppy and it's
only half as long  as the hairs that have grown over your ears." He blushes
a little, rubbing his  head, "I tried to cut it myself a couple of weeks
ago with scissors. It got too  long to stick up." He has very light red hair
although it's a little  bit too red to qualify as strawberry blond. It's
shiny-clean so he  obviously shampooed the hell out of it knowing I was going to
be cutting  it. He says, "Let me ask you something: should I trust you to
do this haircut?"  I go, "Yes, you can trust me. I'm better than most local
butchers calling  themselves barbers. Maybe it used to be a craft that
barbers were proud of  although pictures of old-time haircuts during the fifties,
for example, wouldn't bear that out. Actually there are very good hair
stylist out there nowadays and I've watched them on YouTube. Not so with most
local barbers  though and the women cutting hair at Supercuts are trained
mostly to do woman's  hair." He goes, "You sure know a lot about haircutting."

I almost tell him I  have a fetish for it except it might freak him out. I'm
not sure if I'm  happy or sad about my fetish waning. My reply is, "Yeah,
well I started cutting  my brother's hair when we were very young and I liked
doing it, so later I was  doing haircuts for our friends too."

He finishes his bottle  of water, and is apparently satisfied with my
haircut credentials as he moves on  to another topic, asking, "So you're
definitely gonna be my date tomorrow  night?" I nod, "Yep, but I insist on driving."

He grins, "Oh, did you see my  junker when I drove into the parking lot? Is
that why you want to drive?" I  go, "No! I just figured you're taking care
of everything else, like  the Junior Mints, so the least I can do is
provide the transportation." He laughs, muttering, "Junior Mints,"  then shrugs,
"Great! That'll be awesome." That's settled. John's pretty easy to  get along
with. He says, "I'm ready when you are. For the haircut, I  mean."

It takes three minutes  to set up the barber stuff and move the table. "If
you'll just pull that kitchen  bar stool over, John, you can sit on that." I
now have a barber's cape.  It's the one that guy, Reilly Joyce, gave me the
second time I  gave him and his friend, what's-his-name, haircuts. I'd
kinda like to see just  how skinny John Smith is though, so I say, "I'm really
sorry, John, but I  don't have a barber's cape thingie to put over you. Um,
you should  probably take your shirt off so hair clippings don't get stuck to
it." He  says, "No problem," and unbuttons his shirt and takes it off. Holy
shit! He's  very slim but with a  nice torso. Smallish, but everything's in
proportion and he looks kind of hot.  No hair on his chest, just some
orange/red hairs under his arms and  not much of that. He has very pale
creamy-colored skin. His fingernails and  hands are clean tonight too. Huh, some
date!
He sits on the stool  with his thin shoulders a bit slumped, and says, "Do
you remember the haircut I  told you I always get from my old barber?" I
nod, "A military haircut,  right?" He goes, "Yep, bare clippers on the sides
and about three-eighth of  an inch left on top. It's a military burr haircut.

Anyway  that what Joe calls it." I mumble, "Joe being the old barber, huh?"

He  nods, "He's like seventy now." I'm like, "Well, why do you want a
haircut that  short? You've got light red hair and, well... it'll look like you're
bald."  He nods his head again, "Yeah, actually it does, almost." So I'm
like,  "Then, why the fuck, ya know?" He laughs, "Shit, I don't know. It's
what I  always get like three times a year." I ask, "Do you like it?" He goes,
"I  don't even think about it." I'm not doing that to him so I mumble, "I
don't  wanna do that to you. How about trying a regular burr haircut?"  He
says, "Sure, whatever you think." Huh, that was easy. I say, tongue-in-cheek,
"It's just that I'd be self-conscious if my date was bald at this fancy
holiday party." He goes, "I don't blame ya, I would  too."

The difference between  a burr haircut and a buzz cut is with a buzz cut
all the hairs on the guy's  head are the exact same length, usually a
half-inch. With a burr haircut  the sides are shorter than the hair on the top of
the head but no  normal neighborhood barber would use bare clippers on the
sides the  way old-Joe-the-barber does it. Jesus, that's a gung-ho Marine
haircut! The  way I do a burr haircut is cut the sides and back of the head to a
quarter-inch then slowly begin tapering the hairs a little longer
beginning where his head begins rounding and then blending it with the  half-inch
hair on top. It takes some skill. Then some tapering at the  neck-line and
lastly the trimmer clippers around and behind his ears. John says  nothing as
I'm doing all that and when it's done he looks at himself in the  mirror over
the sofa, saying, "Dude, that's awesome! Thank you, seriously!" Well  shit,
yeah it's a damn good haircut.

John helps me sweep up  the hair clippings and then we put the table back
in its place. Done that, I'm putting the  clippers in the toiletry kit as he
asks, "Do we have time for some quickie  sex before dinner?" I go,
"Absolutely." The haircut  only took nine or ten-minutes and I'm pleased with it
because it does  look good on him. He goes, "Um, did you forget to buy condoms
again." I go,  "Nope," and get the Trojan pack from the bedroom. He smiles,
muttering,  "Trojans! Good choice."

Huh, he has a nice  smile even with all those freckles of his and his pale
complexion. And  now with this fresh haircut he looks young. And fuck, he
looked  young to start with so that's a good thing. It's like he's almost
nice-looking  in an unusual kind of way. Not cute, but sort of a healthy
okay-looking  guy about an inch taller than me and probably fifteen pounds lighter.

 Fifteen pounds lighter than me and I'm slim myself so he's, um, slimmer.

Forcing  myself not to stare at his bare torso, I'm like, "There's no need
for  us to hurry, John. But what am I saying, ha ha, it doesn't take you  long
to fuck an orgasm out of me." He laughs, "Yeah, but it's a super-fine three
 or four minutes for me. Have I mentioned that's an award-winning rear-end
you got  there," and he smacks my ass, then gooses it.

He pulls me around in  front of him and begins unbuttoning my black skinny
khaki pants  as I admire the haircut I just gave him. I stand here and let
him pulls my  pants down, then my jockey shorts come down as he's asking, "No
boxers  today, huh?" That makes me grin to myself because he has buddy-sex
down pat  with his matter-of-fact way of going about everything. Plus,
there's starting to be an inkling of dominance as familiarity grows  between us.

It's noticeable in the way he just went ahead and  pulled my pants down
while his are still up. I'm interpreting  that as dominance for my own
purposes.

With my pants around my  ankles John rubs his fingers around my cock and
balls, muttering, "I really  like the shaved pubes but I don't have the guts
to do it myself." His face  is three inches from mine as he looks at my
privates and rubs his finger  seductively around my groin while holding my dick
up with his other  hand. I'd like to taste a kiss. His breath is very fresh
and his teeth  are so white they seem to shine contrasting with his tongue
that's  as pink as bubble gum. I ask, "Have you ever made-out with another
guy?" He  grins, "No, ha ha. Hey, let's get naked? Having sex in a secure place
like  your apartment is very cool. It' awesome that we can do anything we
like  and take our time doing it." I go, "Naked is good," and he pulls my
sweatshirt  up so I lift my arms and he takes it over my head, then leans over
to drop it on  the sofa.

He says, "You can take  your pants the rest of the way off. Your shoes and
socks too." I do that and  stand here naked with John fully dressed telling
me, "Goddamn, but you've  got a hot body." Looking me in the eyes and
grinning John reaches around  and gives my ass a slap, "Smack!" saying, "I really
like your ass and spanking  it seems like a natural next step." Ignoring
that, I ask, "Have you ever  held hands with a guy?" He chuckles, "No! Of
course not. The only thing  I've done is fuck a few guys, you being the best
ever. Why, do you make-out  and hold hands with your boyfriend?" I nod, "Uh huh.

We're lovers." He starts  pushing his jeans down telling me, "I don't think
I could fall in love with a  guy and do the things you and your boyfriend
do. In my brain I see myself  falling in love with a girl and doing all that
mushy stuff with her. And then  having kids and all the other middle America
stuff."

He kicks off his Top  Siders then takes off his jeans, as I ask, "You're
bisexual then?" He  shrugs, "I don't really know, Dylan, but I hope so. I've
never done it with a  girl or ever had a girlfriend, but then I've never had
a boyfriend either."  We're both totally naked now. John's all smiles,
saying, "This is new to  me. Being naked with another guy and without a worry
that we'll be  discovered. Nobody is going to walk in on us and that is a great
 feeling." Huh, I guess I'm so used to Rob and me having sex in our own
place that I  take it for granted. John goes, "I don't know exactly how to put
this. Um,  it's just that I've never meant anyone who's so agreeable to
going  along with whatever I want to do." I shrug, "Maybe it's simply that what
you want to do I like doing too." He goes, "You're a committed 'bottom boy'
 right?" I shake my head, "No, not always, but you said you only 'top' so
being a 'bottom' for you is fine with me."

John does a nervous  laugh, saying, "I feel self-conscious with us standing
naked in the  middle of your living room." I'm like, "Well, what do you
want to do about it?"  He says, "Um, would you get on your knees and suck my
cock like you did  earlier today That was amazing!" I go, "Sure," and drop to
my knees  and take his cock in my fingers. It is about five inches long as I
 originally thought, but it definitely grows when he's fully boned-up
inside my  ass. It gets fatter too. Great cock for fucking because it goes in
fairly easily  and then grows longer and fatter to give me a really good
fucking. John Smith is  an excellent side-sex partner for me. Not perfect though
because he's  probably too nice to do anything really dominant even though he
shows  little dabs of it now and then. After stroking his cock a few times,
I lick the  head tasting urine, but only for the first two licks.  He's
smelling very clean again tonight. Looking up, I ask, "You want me to  go all
the way again?" He nods, "Uh huh, if it's okay with you. Deep throating  is
new to me but watching you take it in your throat gets me super aroused. You
look so helpless while at the same time you seem to really get into it. And
I  had an enormous climax so yeah, let's do that again."

Nodding my head, I  begin sucking on the head of his cut-cock and stroking
it a  little too. His hands go to my head and his fingers run through my
hair as a quiet grunt slips from his throat. When it's firm enough I take  the
head and about two-inches of shaft inside my mouth and feel it  quickly
tighten-up further. John starts shuffling his feet, moaning,  'Ummmm, uummm."

My eyes close as my cock gets hard along with John's. I  hear the slurping
mouth-sounds I'm making and that's arousing to me. It's like I  can't imagine
these sounds coming from anything except someone sucking someone's  cock.

John grunts and he abruptly gets a fistful of my hair pulling my  head down
and thrusting his hips pushing his fairly hard cock into my  throat. I relax
my throat muscles as much as I can while he pulls my  face against his groin.

The red/orange crinkly pubic hairs  surround my face. He keeps my nose
tight against his belly and moves his hips  smoothly like he did this afternoon,
fucking my throat. The harder and faster he  fucks my throat the firmer his
fistful of my hair keeps my nose  pressed against him. My cock gets
brittle-hard as a strong submissive  trance completely covers my brain. I can't
breathe but I'm calm as his boner sides back  and forth in my throat with me
imagining I can hear it siding back and forth  along with John's groaning and
moaning. Time has no meaning as this time my  climax soars up on me. There's
no sound of release from me, no squeal,  because his boner's in my throat.

Unlike this afternoon overwhelming  sensations are bombarding my brain as my
hips hump forward with  cum streaming from my boner that's so hard it's
sticking straight out as  another long stream of cum flies between John's legs.

He's breathing noisily as  I feel his cum coating my throat and then my
mouth when he pulls his cock back  with the swollen head lying on my tongue.

Shaking from the  sensations of climaxing, I hear myself gasping for air in
my dizzy state of  mind and then all the sounds of reality come roaring
back into my head. Blinking  my eyes fast I see John pull his cock from my
mouth and bend over, his face  red as he gasps out, "What a climax! Oh my God,
that was otherworldly. Holy  shit..." Then, "Are you okay, Dylan? Shit, I've
never climaxed so fast or so  violently in my life." I'm dazed as I sit back
on my ankles realizing that  I had a really good submissive feeling this
time. Wow! That helped me have  this awesome orgasm. It didn't happen this
afternoon and I'm not sure why. John  reaches over to pat my shoulder, asking,
"You're alright, aren't you?" I  nod, coming out of my trance as he drops to
his knees in front of me. He smiles,  "Say something, Dylan," and I go,
"Wow." John's all smiles, excitedly saying, "I  feel like giving you a hug. You
are such a good guy! You weren't struggling  or anything and I've never
felt anything like this before. It was  this weird feeling of power seeing your
throat swell with my cock sliding  tightly inch by inch down your throat.

Holy shit that was so hot! It  was twice as good as this afternoon. Could you
breath with my boner in your  throat?" He has a hand on each of my
shoulders, excitedly saying, "Oh fuck this  was awesome!" Shaking my head to clear
it, I mutter, "How long did we do that?"  He says, "Maybe a minute. It was
the fastest I've ever cum. It's like the best,  most awesome feeling having my
dick in your throat. Dude, you rock so much  and you are so fucking hot!"

Now I'm nodding my head, "Huh, thanks. Only a  minute, huh?"

He's getting up pulling  on my arm to get me up, "Yeah, a minute or maybe a
few seconds longer.  Seriously, can you breathe when I'm deep throating
you? You  looked so helpless it gave me this funny feeling. Sexy funny, I mean
and it  added to my incredible climax." He's not normally talkative like
this. We're standing as I shrug, muttering, "No, I can't breathe when your
cock's all the way in but I felt this calming submissive trance or  something.

I mean, you were dominant yanking my hair and everything so it was  very
cool." We're standing as he gives my shoulders a one arm hug, grinning at  me,
saying, "So, would you want me to keep deep throating you instead of
fucking you?" I'm like, "No! It was very different though and I mean different
even from when you did it after lunch today. It was like you totally could
have fucked my throat until I died from lack of oxygen." He goes, "I'd never
do  that! I felt my load coming on me fast. Jeeezus I could feel it flying
up on me." Still a little woozy, I sit on the sofa as John goes, "This
afternoon it was so awesome when you asked to suck me off until climax and  so I
thought you'd like it again and...." I interrupt, "No, it's fine,  John!
That was sexually hotter than the hubs of hell but let's do fucking next
time." He nods,  "Absolutely! After we eat, okay?" Nodding, I let out a snorting
short  laugh, saying, "Jesus, that was something though! Holy  shit."

Then I look over  and point at the streak of wetness across the throw rug,
"Look at my  orgasm. It's shot out like four feet." His eyes open and he
looks surprised,  asking, "You climaxed? How...?" I'm like, "Yeah, didn't you
know that?" He  shakes his head, "No way. I was pretty much occupied with
shooting my load down  your throat. Oh man, I feel better now that I know you
got 'off' too." Getting  up I grab my underwear and step into it, saying,
"Yeah, I told you I like  sucking cock." He says, "You're way more gay than
me." I mutter, "I'm probably  way more gay than everybody as far as sucking
cock is concerned." Getting a  spray bottle of Simply Green all-purpose cleaner
I wipe at the cum streak on the throw rug  as John's pulling on his
underpants, saying, "Let me help  you."

We eat dinner wearing  only our underwear and shirts. His shirt is a
button-up-the-front shirt and mine is a sweatshirt. John's very  complimentary
about the dinner and eats a lot more than I do and I'm a pretty  good eater
myself. He goes, "Dude, this prime-rib is delicious! Cooked perfectly  medium
rare and it's so tender and those fucking potatoes were awesome  too. I've
never had potatoes like these before." I grin, "Okay, thanks, but  now you've
done your duty complimenting the food so thank you. And I'm  so sure you've
never eaten scalloped potatoes before."He says,  "Seriously, my mom is a
hamburger-helper kind of cook. This cooking is  way out of my mom's class."

He's been very talkative tonight. We  continue eating for a minute, then I go,
"How do you like the salad?" and we  both burst out with a laugh. He says,
"Don't break my balls! I was serious  about this being an awesome meal."

We  both clean-up after dinner and I go, "How about we go to Friendly's for
dessert?" He's like,  "Holy shit, I couldn't eat another thing now. Maybe
later. Um, could we  have sex in your bed?" I shake my head, "No, sorry. I
only have sex  in that bed with Rob," as I'm pointing down the hall at the
bedroom.  He nods his head, "Yeah, okay, I understand. I've never slept  with
another guy or with anybody for that matter. So of course I've never  had sex
in a bed. Maybe in Worcester we can do it although our room has two  double
beds." I go, "Sure, that'll be awesome." He makes a face, saying, "Would
you think I'm a sex fiend if I ask if we can fuck now?" I ask, "Is there
someplace you need to be?" He shakes his head, "No, I'm not in a hurry,  I just
like doing it with you and thought if we do it now maybe we could do  it
again later as well, like after getting dessert at Friendly's."  Jesus! I
grin, "What was that you said about me being way more gay than you?" He  laughs,
"I meant about your cock sucking and the way you get-off from me deep
throating you. Stuff like that, and the handing holding and making out with your
 boyfriend too. For me it's pretty much just anal intercourse. Fucking a
guy up  the ass, that's my main thing and oh, now it's deep throating too I
guess,"  and he laughs again, adding, "No one ever let me do that  before."

I pull my jockey shorts  down, then step out of them, "Go to it, stud." He
walks over to me, grinning,  "You're awesome, Dylan," and he reaches around
smacking my ass, "SMACK!"  asking, "Would it be okay with you if I spanked
you? Um, do you like being  spanked?" I shrug, "It's kinda sexy, yeah," and
he says, "Well bend over  then and I'll spank you before fucking you. I'm
thinking I could really get into  giving a guy a hard spanking." Well that's
pretty dominant except he asked if it  was okay. I'm surprised by his
matter-of-fact way of bringing up 'spanking' so I  hesitate for a second not sure if
he's serious, and he says, "Go  ahead, bend over and hold onto the arm of
the sofa." Guess he's serious. That's  encouraging.

I bend over with my  hands on the arm of the sofa and he gets next to me
facing my ass. His left  arm goes over my back and around my stomach holding
me tightly against his  side. Then he spanks my  ass for a minute getting
both butt cheeks hot and stinging. He stops just  before I was going to tell
him to stop. The bodily contact and the way he wailed  away at my ass gave me
half a boner. That was definitely kinda  dominant. Letting go of me he
straightens-up, takes a deep breath, and  says, "No one ever let me do that
before either but I've fantasized about  it. Look, I got half a boner." I'm
straightening up now rubbing my  smacked ass with both hands. I go, "Yeah, me
too." He starts to says,  "You're," and I said it  with him, "awesome." He
laughs, "Well, you are!" and he smacks my ass  again, saying, "This is so hot!"

Huh, maybe he has some for-real 'dom' in him  after all.

"Where'd we put the  condoms, Dylan?" I point to the end tables, saying,
"Right there but you can  fuck me without one if you want. We've got lube." He
shakes his head, "No  disrespect to you, but I haven't done it bareback
since my days with the  Donovan kid. I've always used a condom after that."

Good to know. He  breaks opens the three-pack of condoms and opens an
individual one,  saying, "You'll need to suck my cock again but you like doing that
anyway, but I  won't deep throat you because I can't trust myself to stop." I
drop to my  knees and pull his boxer shorts down, then take his semi-firm
cock in  my mouth to slurp on it noisily enjoying the wet sexy sounds my
mouth is  making from lapping and sucking his cock. He has a very nice cock
although  it'd be even better if it weren't circumcised. He pulls my hair again,
 saying, "You'd look good with the haircut you gave me. I could probably
cut it  for you if you gave me a couple of instructions. It'd be fun." Good
grief, I'm  sucking his cock and he's so casual saying that it's borderline
disturbing.

Taking his hard  sloppy-with-saliva boner from my mouth, I stroke it a few
times, saying,  "No thanks, John. Cutting hair is way harder than it looks
and especially  doing a burr haircut like yours. I'm afraid you'd fuck mine
up something  terrible, plus I'm kinda liking long hair." He chuckles,
mumbling, "Don't  hold back, Dylan, tell me exactly what you think." A few extra
strokes gets his  cock boned-up enough so I stand, telling him, "No,
seriously. You giving me a  haircut wouldn't turn out well for me at all. I mean,
remember what you did  to your own hair a couple of weeks ago?" He nods,
muttering, "Oh yeah,  okay. You're right," and he grabs a fistful of my hair
adding, "But your  hair's so long!" I give him a 'look' and he tugs on it again
before letting  go, mumbling, "Sorry, but I like pulling your hair," and I
go, "Well, I don't  like it so don't do it." I'm hoping he'll ignore that,
but we'll  see. He goes, "Um, okay, but it's a good way to get us both
aroused.  Especially me. Heh heh." I say, "Huh," and he points at the arm of the
sofa,  saying, "I want you leaning over the arm of the sofa for your fucking,
but  first let's take our shirts off again. Fucking naked is something I
never get a  chance to do." I pull my sweatshirt over my head and drop it over
the arm  of the sofa so when I cum it'll be on the shirt and not the sofa.

Rob and I are  giving this sofa quite a sexual workout and already there are
some spots we  can't get out of the cushions.

Lying over  the sofa's arm I rest my forehead on my arms that's are on the
seat.  And even though I said I didn't like it, John gives me another hard
spanking. Yes, he's showing some take-charge attitude now. My buttocks  is
tender from the first  one and I'm like, "OW! OW! NO!" putting my hand back
to ward-off the smacks.  John pulls my arm away and, "SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!"

saying, "Keep your hand away,  Dylan." Oh fuck, my cock was pretty hard from
sucking his and now it's boned-up  very tightly. That was a legitimate
dominant move on John's part. My  ass is stinging uncomfortably as I look back and
watch him rolling the condom on  his really hard boner. Then the head of his
boner is quickly at my asshole  putting pressure there, then he humps it in
and goes, "Ooooh, fuck, that feels  good..." He gets both hands under my
hips and pulls me back a couple of inches,  then pushes the last four-inches
of cock up my ass and grinds his hips  making his hissing sound by drawing
air in between closed  lips.

There was minor pain  for ten seconds and then only a really good sense of
being filled up inside.  It's a wonderful feeling that is quickly joined by
sensations pulsing  off my prostate. The stretched lips of my asshole are
sizzling nicely too.  John's cock isn't nearly as hefty as Robby's but it's a
good size and it's  got my full attention. John leans over me and puts a
hand on the back of my  head pushing my face on the cushion and begins pounding
his boner up my  ass, "Slapslapslapslap." Constant fast hard thrusting for
three, then four  minutes with brilliant sexual sensations blooming in my
rectum tantalizing my  throbbing cock and I'm like, "Eeeeeee!" as cum pumps
out of my boner. It's a  surprisingly long stream considering I climaxed an
hour and a half ago. The  first stream of spunk is followed by three quick
short spurts as my  shoulders shudder at the sensations spreading out from my
ass with ripples of  pleasure all around my cock and balls plus almost an
achy feeling at the  inside my thighs near my groin. Ooooh man, a really good
climax!  John's humping so hard against my butt cheeks he's moving my crotch
forward  so that now it's up against the top of the arm squishing my cock
underneath  me. Then a long breathy sigh from John and he lies against my ass
filling the  condom as my heart pounding and I gasp for air.

It's all  happening too fast but it's extremely hot sex with really hot
climaxes. John lifts off me and backs up with his cock flopping out of my ass.

 He takes a deep breath, then says, "Oh my God, that was so good!" Then,
"Just a little more," and he smacks my ass before his cock slides back up
inside me for another minute of hard fast thrusting, "Slapslapslap," until  I
feel my dick firming up under me again, but he stops. Then, chuckling, he
mumbles, "My dick's sore," and he backs up pulling it out of my ass a  second
time. Well hell, my ass is a little sore too. I get off the arm of  the
sofa and check on my sweatshirt. There's a splatter of wetness that should  be
bigger considering how good my climax was. We always think we're shooting
more cum than we actually do. Who cares, it felt great. I mutter, "You fuck
me  good, John Smith." He nods, "I could get used to this. Hey, how come you
made  such a fuss about me spanking you this time?" I go, "Dude, I told you
I  don't like it and you'd already spanked the shit out of my ass before. My
 butt cheeks were tender and stinging." He goes, "Sorry, but it got me
super  aroused when you started whining and looking helpless over the arm of the
sofa.  I get so fucking hard spanking you." Huh. I say, "Well, you gotta
stop when I  say so. That's how it works, and I wasn't whining. I don't
whine!" He nods,  "Yeah, okay. Damn, this is so good though. Don'cha think?" I
nod, "Well yeah, it  is really good. I like doing sex with you." He goes, "Then
I'm gonna  keep spanking you until I want to stop. Why fuck-up a good
thing. Okay?" I  shrug, "Yeah, I guess."

He asks, "Can I  wash-up?" We go through the bedroom to the bathroom where
he flushes  the condom then washes his hands. I wipe as much of the lube
from the  condom off my ass as I can. John doesn't offer to help, but that's
okay. As  we're doing that, he asks, "Tomorrow afternoon will you be driving
that  Jeep you had earlier?" I nod, "Yeah, it's my brother's and mine. We
split the  cost of it the summer before our senior year of high school. Now
we're  saving to upgrade." He says, "I bought that old Chevy of mine for nine
hundred  buck and it's a damn good thing I'm a mechanic because something  is
always going wrong with it. It's a lemon." There you go... when John's
done fucking it's on to another topic. Walking back to the living room, he
asks,  "Is Friendly's far from  here? I could go for some dessert after that
great fuck on your perfect  ass." I mumble, "Me too, and no it's not far.

Friendly's is about two-miles from  here."

We get dressed and as  we're putting our coats on, I ask, "You say you
never made-out with a guy,  right?" He looks at me, "That's right, I never have
but I'm getting a feeling  though that you want to make-out with me." I
frown at him, so he  says, "Am I giving myself too much credit, or am I right?"

I go, "Yeah  you're right, I'd like to, but only if you want to." Going down
 the stairs to the parking lot, he says, "No offense but no thanks." Going
down the steps to the parking lot, he's like, "Where'd you get that coat?
It's  cool." Guess he's finished with the making-out discussion. His mouth is
so clean  looking though and I'm beginning to feel a real fondness for him.

I'd  like tasting his mouth for a couple of minutes. No serious make-out,
just a  buddy make-out. I just gave him that haircut too and I always feel a
little bit  closer to most guys I give haircuts to. I consider giving
haircuts as  a kind of intimate thing to do with guys I know and like. John looks
kinda  cool with his new burr haircut so I rub my fingers up the back of his
head  feeling his quarter inch hair there, saying, "I bought this coat at
Macy's  on sale." He pulls his head away, "Hey, no touching, okay? That's too
gay."  Huh!  No wonder he reserved a room with double beds in  Worcester.

Heh heh, it'd be cool  seeing his reaction if we were forced to sleep
together though. John  obviously likes sex with another guy but basically only
'topping' or  deep throating and spanking. Well they are certainly good parts
of sex alright,  but there are other aspects to it as well. He's one of
those guys who only  admits to being gay to the degree they do the so-called
male parts of sex.  Bottoms who go in for the so-called romantic or mushy
things like kissing  and hugging are doing the female parts of sex. The exception
to that is  John did suck cock for thirty-seconds that first time, but he's
only  did it once to sort go 'prime-the-pump' so to speak to get me  going.

Still, he does the closest to sub/dom sex I currently have available  to me
and I like him.

As we get in the  Jeep, I say, "My fucking butt  cheeks are still stinging,
John." He mumbles, "I'm sorry, but spanking you  gets me so hard I'm gonna
be doing more of it." Yeah, see  that... he's developing a dominance the
more familiar are relationship  becomes. Then, as I'm pulling into the
Friendly's parking lot, he asks, "Do you  think we can do it again after our
dessert?" And he's a sex fiend too. I  just might keep him.

to be continued...  Donny Mumford     thinat20@yahoo.com

donnymumford@outlook.com

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Hoping some readers may be interested, there are books of mine  published
and available on Amazon.com. Anyone who has Kindle can download them  for
next to nothing. The books are usually around ten dollars. They  are about a 19
year old gay boy (Oliver) who has a far different life than Dylan's. And
there is  a new book, 'Mike, his Bike and Me'. Please at least check them out
by  typing my name on Amazon.com. Information about the story in the books
can  be found in some detail there. Thank you.


Donny  Mumford

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