Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2015 12:03:54 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  30

DYLAN'S  SOPHOMORE YEAR  


Chapter  30


by  Donny Mumford



A little after ten o'clock Friday night I'm riding  behind Sonny on his 
motorbike. We've just left Treadwells where we hooked up  with some of the 
posse boys, and now we're going to Sonny's place. Supposedly  there's no one 
home which is why we're going there. Hugging tightly around  Sonny's waist I'm 
wishing we weren't wearing these stupid helmets 'cause I'd  like to admire 
Sonny's new 'Short Sides and Disconnected Top' haircut. Ha ha, I  gotta admit 
that's a weird name for a hair style! Earlier Sonny and I had dinner  out 
and then I did the haircut he wanted. Oh yeah, can't forget this: Sonny and  
I engaged in some sex together too. That often happens when he's around. 
Sonny's  a hot little fucker, but this time I 'topped'. That was a first. It 
was right  after his shampoo. Later on Dawg and Manny came over for haircuts 
as well. Busy  night. Now it's three or four hours after that sex and Sonny's 
in one of his  sexually dominant frames of mind. It looks like we're going 
to be playing a  sub/dom sex game, Sonny and me. Obviously it'll be Sonny in 
charge and he  started in on his cute bossiness act back at Treadwell's 
parking lot when he  grinningly started giving me orders. He's a natural with 
that shit and I'm in  the perfect frame of mind to embrace the sexual heat 
that being submissive  generates for me. Damn, it's been a while now since 
we've fucked around with  sub/dom sex and I'm more than ready to try it again. 
My brain is usually attuned  and receptive to being sexually submissive 
anyway, although I've found it's best  done in random doses of short durations, 
and of course with the right sex  partner. Being sexually submissive, or 
dominant for that matter, is a totally  inexplicable concept to most people, 
and now that I think about it, it's  inexplicable to me too. I don't know why 
I react to  dominant sex the way I  do, it just is what it is. There's 
elements of BDSM involved, but we only go in  for the mild stuff. We're not wacko 
with it like a small minority of serious  BDSM participants can be. Most 
everything in life is relative of course, so some  people undoubtedly think 
we're wacko for engaging in any amount of BDSM. Fuck 'em.


We ride right up to his garage doors to park the  bike. Sonny turns his 
head, our helmets clunking together, "Slide off the back  of the bike, Dylan." 
I do that and he kicks the kickstand down then swings his  leg over and gets 
off. We take off our helmets with Sonny telling me, "I'm gonna  leave the 
bike here 'cause I'll need to give you a ride home later. Give me your  
hand." I love his bossiness, and his current serious demeanor, so I hold out my  
hand, he takes it in his and leads me to the front door. Inside, still 
holding  my hand, he tells me, "You hurt my feelings tonight by telling the guys 
you're  not my boyfriend. I have a major crush on you and it'd be nice if 
you at least  pretended you had some feelings for me too. You always held 
Ray's hand when you  were his boyfriend and I want you to do it with me when 
we're on our dates  together too. Pretend if you have to, okay?" That's a load 
of crap about Ray and  me holding hand all the time, although Sonny seems 
completely sincere about us doing it.  Hmmm, I'm not sure if he's acting or 
not. You know, acting is part of our  sub/dom sex game. I hope it's acting 
because if he's sincere for real I'm gonna  feel bad for him. I can't be his 
boyfriend in any sense of the word, but it  would ruin the mood if  I try 
explaining that to him now, so I merely say, "Okay, Sonny. Sorry I hurt  your 
feelings." He goes up on his toes and kisses me on the lips, muttering,  "Bad 
boy," and then he pulls on my hand and we go upstairs and into his bedroom  
with him telling me, "I got excited when you texted me this afternoon. I've  
missed you and I hope you missed me too. Did you miss me?" I nod my head 
because  in a way I have missed him, but mostly I've missed this sub/dom shit 
that he  does so well. He's a cute, basically sweet kid, which makes his 
dominant act that much  better. Definitely better then say, Willie. Willie had 
the dominant part down  pat too, but he never had the underlying sweet 
personality part. He was more  sneaky and manipulative than anything else. Still, 
I had some hot times with  him. Then with Ryan in our hot days together the 
sub/dom stuff was awesome, but  the fire seems to have gone out between us. 
Don't know how that happens, but it  seems to have done just that. So, 
Sonny's my only sex partner now for sub/dom  stuff. It makes it hotter knowing 
he's dominating me with him being two years  younger and smaller that me. Heh 
heh, I'll bet that further befuddles those not  inclined to this sort of 
sex play.


Sonny rustles around in his bureau drawer  coming up with a ping pong 
paddle; the same one he's used before. He shows me  it's been altered, saying, 
"See all the little holes I drilled in this thing?"  I'm like, "Yeah, why'd 
you do that?" He says, "It reduces the wind resistance  when I'm swinging it 
and there's less of an air cushion when it connects with  your ass. Also a 
suction is created dragging little bits of your ass into the  holes when I 
pull it away quickly and that'll hurt a hellava lot more than a  flat paddle 
without holes." Frowning, I look at the paddle, then at Sonny, so he  asks, 
"What? You wanna be spanked, don't you?" Hmmm, surprisingly I find that  
concept kinda sexy. It's been awhile since my last real spanking and even though  
it seems kinda creepy to say I want to be spanked, I do.  Not sure about  
those holes though so I don't want to say anything now one way or the other.  
Best to just shrug, and mutter, "That'll be up to you, won't it?" He goes, 
"Yep,  and I'll tell you right now you're gonna get spanked. For now though 
I want you  to undress while I watch, and do it slowly keeping your mouth 
shut." Sonny's  brazenness gets me sensing  the beginnings of a sexually 
submissive mood, and like I said, he knows how to  do the dominant part pretty 
fuckin' good. Basically he learned it from watching  untold hours of BDSM 
videos, but he has some natural instincts for it too. I'm  guessing that none of 
the dominant 'masters' he's watched on those videos are  one-tenth as 
considerate or sweet as he is. The thing with Sonny, he takes  things only to the 
edge and never goes over the edge with his dominance. If he  took it too 
far I wouldn't play this sex game with him at all. I start to pull  my 
sweatshirt over my head, but he says, "NO! Start with your sneakers and  socks." 
He's just making the point that he's in charge, so I kick off one  sneaker and 
then the other, and bend down to pull my socks off. I half expected  to get 
my ass paddled when I bent over and the fact that I didn't builds up the  
nervous anticipation of when that's gonna happen. I feel my dick tightening 
up a  little. "Now get your jeans off," so I take them off and Sonny cups my 
junk in  his hand squeezing my nuts through my jockey shorts. He's caught 
both my nuts in  his fist and now he stares at me defiantly. I mutter, "Ow," 
and he goes, "Shhh,  no talking and definitely no whining." With his hand 
still firmly grasping my  balls and part of my cock, he goes, "Get your shirt 
off now." He's talking  quietly in his whispery voice, but he's stern about 
it as  well.


After I pull my shirt over my  head and drop it on the floor he leans into 
me, his nose level with my shoulder.  He's looking me in the eyes with his 
nose pressed against my shoulder inhaling  in an exaggerated way. I'm not 
sure what's up with that, and then he tells me,  "There, I smelled you like you 
were talking about earlier tonight. You know,  that thing about some guys 
having a special sexy scent." He does it again; then,  lifting up on his toes 
a little, and presses his nose to my cheek and then says,  "Goddamn, you do 
smell good. I never noticed that before. Guess I took it for  granted." I 
stare at his recently cut orange/red hair and rub my hand up the  sandpaper 
hairs at the back of his head. Sonny's body is leaning fully against  me now, 
the side of his forehead next to my chin, and he stays like this for a  
minute or so. My cock gets harder and harder in his hand and I can't help but 
do  a quiet, "Mmm," and move my hand up and over the crown of his head into 
the long  hair on top, holding his head against me. I have a fistful of his 
silky hair as  my other arm goes around his back to hug him to me. Sonny's 
still got that  fistful of my privates in his left hand and the paddle in his 
right. He's real  still and I know I'm gonna feel that fucking paddle on my 
ass any second now. I  love the feel of his small taut body so I hug him 
even tighter and put my cheek  on the top of his head enjoying the way he 
smells. The longer he goes without doing  something the surer I am he's going to 
spank me, and like I said, the  anticipation of that makes me nervous. I'm 
hugging him, and now I'm thinking he  might give me a break with the paddling 
after all. I sort of think the idea of  getting spanked is a sexy concept, 
but at the same time the reality of the  actual pain isn't too cool. A 
squeeze on my nuts and then, "Slap, slap, slap,  slap," on my left butt cheek 
with the paddle smacking my ass and me yelping,  "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! No Sonny, 
Ow!" up on my toes still hugging him against me. Fuck  that hurt! My butt cheek 
is stinging and burning, my heart pounding. Holy fuck  that hurts! Then, 
"SMACK!"  "SMACK!" "SMACK!" more deliberately this time  as I'm dancing on my 
toes with my eyes watering. "Oh, ow, ow, Sonny, no." He  quietly says, "Let 
go of me. I spanked you with your underpants on so the  suction wouldn't 
pull little parts of your skin in the holes. Next time I'll do  it with you 
bare assed." I take my arm from his back and let go of his hair, my  butt's 
stinging and burning hot. Oh fuck, I'm really hoping I don't get paddled  
again. Sonny steps back letting go of my balls, mumbling, "Sorry that hurt you,  
but ya know..." and he shrugs, then says, "You needed that, and maybe a 
second  go round too, but for now take your underwear off, spread your legs, and 
clasp  your hands behind your back." I'm thinking how it'll feel being 
paddled bare ass  and now I'm nervously ready to obey whatever he says. He's got 
my full undivided  attention.


Completely naked I'm staring  at him and smelling the back of my wrist. My 
semi-boner leans sideways even as  my butt cheek continues stinging like a 
hundred bee stings. How the fuck I a got  semi hard-on from that spanking is 
a mystery to me. Sonny taps the paddle  lightly against his thigh, saying, 
"I just told you to clasps your hands behind  your back, so why are you 
smelling your arm?" I mutter, "Sorry, Sonny," and  quickly do as I'm told 
standing straight staring at Sonny and waiting for  orders. Amazingly I'm feeling 
good even with my burning ass. Mostly I'm  anticipating some kind of dreamy 
trance to be drifting over me any minute now.  Plus, I like being naked in 
front of my little dominant sex partner. Sonny asks,  "How'd you like that 
little spanking? Just a taste of what you'll get if you  don't pay attention 
and do what you're told." I mutter, "It stung bad, Sonny,"  almost saying 
'sir' instead of 'Sonny'. Jeez, my dick tightens up a little more.  He shrugs, 
then taps my balls lightly with the paddle, mumbling, "How'd you like  me to 
paddle your balls, huh?" I shake my head, 'no', and he says, "Do what  
you're told then. Just stand like that," and he goes to the bureau drawer again  
coming back with the leather strips he used to tie my hands together last 
time.  He smirks at me, then burst out with a chuckle, grinning and asking, 
"Isn't this  fun?" The little sadist, heh heh. I go,  "Un huh," and he ties my 
wrists  together behind me. Back to the drawer he goes, this time to dig 
out an ankle  restraint. It's a foot long bar with ties on each end that he 
ties around both  my ankles. Stepping back, he says, "I got you now, Dylan, 
and there's nothing  you can do about it. If I wanted to I could paddle you 
until you're crying and  begging me to stop. Nobody would hear your screams. 
You're at my mercy, ain't  cha?" I nod my head giving him my full attention. 
He gets hold of my ears and  pulls my head down to his level kissing me on 
the lips before pushing his tongue  into my mouth. Holding my head by my ears 
he sucks on my tongue and licks across  my lips, then more kisses with 
Sonny purposely drooling his saliva in my mouth  and down my chin until some of 
it's dripping off my chin to the floor. He  reaches down with one hand and 
strokes my now hard cock. More sloppy kisses  before he licks up the front of 
my nose, then says, "Open your mouth." He pulls  my head down further and 
then with my mouth open wide he drools a long string of  his saliva in my 
mouth. "Taste good, Dylan?" I swallow it feeling the trance  really taking 
hold. His tongue's in my mouth again sliding around, as I go,  "Oooh,' and feel 
my cock get harder still. Sonny's scent has grown to become my  second 
favorite in the world.


Sonny takes a deep breath, then grabs my  hard cock and pulls me over to 
his desk, saying, "Sit the fuck down." I sit and  concentrate on the trance 
sensation that's building in my brain. It's getting  dreamy and the more 
dominant Sonny gets the deeper into my submissive frame of  mind I go. It feels 
really good already as I takes a deep breath, then look down  and there's 
Sonny tying my ankle restraints to the legs of his desk chair. He  goes behind 
me and unties my wrists, then lifts one of my arms to the arm of the  chair, 
tying it securely. My other arm is secured to the other arm of the chair.  
I'm feeling good now though, so I don't even care if he cuts my hair or not. 
 Mostly I don't want to lose the way I'm feeling. It's like being under the 
 influence of drugs, you just can't help yourself, whatever he wants to do 
is  fine because it feels so good. He gets a longer leather strip and 
methodically  ties it around my chest and secures it to the back of the chair. 
Standing in  front of me, he goes, "There, all tied up... nice and secure. Um, 
did I hear you  say earlier tonight there's no way you're going to allow me 
to cut your hair? I  believe you said it about ten times, but it appears you 
were wrong about that,  doesn't it?" Another big grin from Sonny, and he 
adds, "I guess I should ask  your permission though." I just blink my eyes 
staring at his cute face and then  there's that cute smirk from Sonny again as 
he sits on my lap face to face, a  leg on either side of me. He puts his 
arms around my neck leaning his face to me  rubbing his nose against mine, then 
a long wet kiss that leaves me panting. His  wet lips drag across my cheek 
so he can whisper in my ear, wetting it, "You want  me to cut your hair, 
don't you, Dylan? Tell me you do." A little submissive moan escapes my throat  
as I nod my head. I don't even want to speak. He jumps up, "Good! Then 
that's  what I'll do. You're so awesomely cooperative tonight I might not need to 
spank  you too much more. Heh heh, then he laughs, muttering, "I'm having 
so much  fun..."
 
The scissors and comb were  right there on top of his desk, and if I looked 
over there when we came into his  bedroom I'd see them, but I didn't look 
there and now I don't care. He stands  beside me, still fully dressed, 
combing through my hair, saying, "Wow, you've  got awesome hair," and then he 
combs up my bangs that have finally had a chance  to grow out to an inch and a 
half, and I can actually comb them. "Scrunch," go  the scissors and a one 
inch long spray of my two tone blond hairs drift down my  face and lands here 
and there on my chest. "There, the first cut of many. I love  cutting your 
hair, Dylan, especially when you're helpless like this. Maybe I'll  try 
duplicating the haircut you gave me using just the scissors and comb. Do you  
think I can do that?" My eyelids feel heavy. Maybe I'm tired or maybe I'm  
hypnotized, I don't really know or care which one it is. It's so relaxing and  
dreamy and nice. He begins cutting my hair, and like the last couple of times  
he's cut my hair, Sonny does it deliberately and it's becomes hypnotizing. 
There  begins the non-stop, deliberate, "Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch," sounds 
as the  sharp scissors cut through my dry hair and the constant flow of hair 
clippings  raining down on my face, shoulders, chest, and back. "Scrunch, 
scrunch,  scrunch," for ten or twelve minutes and he's just cutting hairs on 
the top of my  head. After awhile he says, "I'm not really duplicating the 
haircut you gave me,  Dylan, I'm free wheeling it, not sure what it'll be 
when it's done." I could  give a fuck, as I get the sensation that we're both 
drifting lightly in the  air.


Then he starts on the side of  my head, "Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch," and it 
goes on for a seemingly long time  with my head lolling to the side. "Hold 
your head still, please," so I try. My  eyes are closed, my cock is 
throbbing, and my whole world consist of darkness  and my cock, plus the repetitive 
and constant, "Scrunch," sounds and the spray  of hair clipping drifting 
down on my naked body. He says in a conversational  manner, "Ya know what, I 
was just thinking I'd order you to shave my orange  pubic hairs, but how could 
I explain that taking showers after gym class, ya  know?" What's he saying? 
His voice is coming from far off as he continues  cutting my hair. It 
taking forever, but it's such a pleasant experience I don't  care if he never 
stops. He recuts over the same area two or three times humming  and murmuring 
things I don't really pay attention to. It's like, in this frame  of mind, I 
don't even care if I get another paddling. Finally Sonny's satisfied  and he 
rubs my head with both hands, then rubs hair clipping off my shoulders,  
then his hands rub down my chest and back. "Okay, Dylan, another awesomely 
short  haircut for you. I think it sets the tone for your submissiveness to me. 
You  know, when I give you really short haircuts whether you want one or 
not. Ha ha,  oh man, you'll never have hair long enough to rock the haircut I 
have. Of course  you had super short haircuts before I started cutting your 
hair. Why's that?" It  because first Willie and then Ryan wanted my hair 
short to show me who's boss,  but I don't say anything to Sonny about that. I'm 
not sure I could talk if I  wanted to, and I don't want to anyway, so that 
works out just fine. I can only  hope Sonny isn't expecting me to answer him.


Holding a mirror in front of  me, he says, "Open your big blue eyes, 
Dylan," so I do and look at my haircut.  Sonny basically did a very even buzz cut 
with scissors, which is   impossible to do, but there it is. "How do you 
like it?" For some reason I grin  at him. Maybe because he looks so cute or 
maybe because I can't believe his  audacity. He goes, "Ah ha, you approve! And 
look at that boner of yours. That's  a beauty although it is a good inch 
shorter than my dick when it's boned-up.  Maybe more than an inch now that I 
look at it. Ya know what I'm gonna do?" and  he walks away. Lots of my clipped 
hairs lay around my cock and balls so I look  at them until Sonny returns 
with two more leather strips. He bends down and ties  a leather strip tightly 
around the base of my cock. Then a tight tie at the top  of my scrotum as I 
squirm against the leather ties that are holding me captive  in the chair. 
He says, "Yeah, I know it probably feels like I tied them too  tight. I did 
that on purpose, but in a little while you won't notice. At least  that's 
what they say." Then he kneels down and sucks on my boner getting me  
struggling in the chair, going, "Ooh, ooh, ooh," bringing me out of my trance a  
little. "Aaah, aah, Sonny, ooh, mmmm." I'd be cumming right now if I could, but 
 the ties around my nuts and cock prevent it. He continues sucking and 
licking my  cock until the sensations become overwhelming and I'm rocking in the 
chair so  much it tips over to the side. Sonny grabs it, standing up. He 
sets me back on  all four legs leaving my throbbing boner dripping with his 
saliva. He goes,  "Okay, okay, too much stimulation, huh?" then a big grin and 
he rubs my head and  massages my shoulders with me still feeling like I'm 
having an orgasm, my  shoulders shuddering under his hands.


He stands back, saying,  "Damn, this is so hot. Didn't you ever try 
dominating anyone like I'm doing to  you? You gotta try it, but not with me. Okay, 
time to get you out of that  chair," and he unties the leather strip around 
my chest, as wells as the ties  around both my arms and feet. "Stand up, 
Dylan," so I stand with my legs still  attached to the leg restraint bar. "Come 
on over here," he says, meaning his bed. I can only take short steps of 
course and it takes about a dozen of then to  reach Sonny. He brings my hands 
together in front and ties them. "Lean over on  the bed, arms stretched out, 
your chest flat on the bed, and keep that cute ass  of yours up for me." Oh 
no, not another spanking. He cheerily says, "I've got my  own dildo because 
you refuse to find yours, which I prefer using." He holds up a  big black 
shiny dildo, like it's been used recently. Sonny confirms that, "Yep,  this 
big black beauty was last used on Giggles earlier this week. Sorry I didn't  
get a chance to wash it." Oh wow, that big dildo was lying right here on the  
bed. & I guess Sonny expected we'd be doing this when he left the house  
tonight. It's a big fat black dildo with an exaggerated curve to it and a set 
of  big fake balls to prevent it from going up my ass too far and getting 
lost up  there. Safety first, ya know. Sonny's mumbling, "I got some 
complimentary  lubricant when I purchases this baby on line." He holds it up again, 
saying,  "He's a big one, ain't he? I used it on myself too, heh heh. Whoa, 
it's big." He  rubs a cloth covered in lube up and down the dildo, then he 
smacks my ass,  "SLAP!" saying, "Where's my paddle? I'll use it if you don't 
keep your ass up!"  I'm pushing it up as high as I can while still 
maintaining the position on the  bed he told me to get in. I'm straining to get my ass 
up where he wants it. He  mutters, "Yeah, hold it right there," and the 
lubricated fat head of the dildo  pushes against my asshole spreading the lips 
a little, as he's saying, "I'll go  slow but I want you to take it all up 
your ass, all nine inches of it," and he  forces the head inside me past my 
sphincter muscle roughly stretching my asshole  painfully. I'm moving on the 
bed groaning. He goes, "Easy, boy, there's a lot  more coming." I groan, 
"Ahhhh, that's tight, Sonny" as a lot of my trance drifts  away. He mutters, 
"Don't make me gag you, Dylan. It's hot seeing you with a ball  gag in your 
mouth, but uncomfortable for you. I'll do it in a second though if  you're 
going to whine at every inch I push this big black cock up your  ass."


He's considerate and waits  for my anus to stop aching before, "Here we 
go," and another good inch or so of  the fat dildo is twisted up my ass. Sonny 
murmurs, "Weird, but I'm getting the  hardest boner from doing this," and he 
pushes it another inch or so inside me as  I struggle on the bed holding my 
breath and keeping my ass at the proper level.  Sweat drips in my eyes as I 
tell myself it's going to feel fantastic once I'm  stretched out, but right 
now my cock's gone soft and I'm out of that dreamy  trance completely. It 
really hurts inside, like something's broke in there.  Sonny twists the 
dildo, mumbling, "I'm getting undressed now. This is fucking  hot! Just stay like 
that!" I look back as he takes his clothes off. Then I see  most of that 
big black dildo sticking out of my ass. He grins, "Cool, huh?" He  comes over 
to me, his own seven inch big cock hard, but too heavy to stick  straight 
out. He's smirking as he lays his bare chest on my back, his boner  pressed 
between his thigh and my left butt cheek. Sonny licks and kisses the  side of 
my face, then says, "As your dominant sex partner I've gotta be hard on  
you, Dylan, because we don't get the chance to do this very often and it should 
 be memorable enough that we both remember it. Don't be mad at me, I'm 
doing this  for both of us. Okay?" I let out the breath I was holding, but it 
still hurts  back there and with Sonny's laying on my back he's leaning 
partially into the  dildo pushing it to the side a little. He's oblivious to that 
as he lightly  massage my shoulders and then his fingers go through my short 
hair. He asks me  something, but it doesn't register above the pain I'm 
feeling in my ass. He  repeats himself, "I'm serious, you gotta tell me it's 
alright, Dylan. If you  don't I won't feel right doing everything I have in 
mind." Not sure what he's  referring to, I mutter, "Yeah, it'll feel good 
soon." He's up off me, grinning  again, "That's my submissive boy! I got your 
okay to do whatever I want." He  grabs the fake balls of the dildo and pushes 
the big dildo head further up my  ass. I've never felt as filled up back 
there as I do now. Sonny says, "Almost  halfway." Halfway? Holy shit that 
thing's big. Sonny twists it and retracts it a  few inches, then pushes it back 
to where it was, and then another inch or so  further than before. "Ooooh, 
Sonny," as my back arches and I squirm on his bed,  "Oooh, fuck, Sonny." He 
goes, "Yeah, you're getting the curve part now so the  head's pushing up on 
your rectum wall. Feel good, does it?" and another inch  goes in as I lift off 
the bed, then flop back down on it.  Sonny's like,  "Only two more inches 
to go, about two inches," then he holds his fingers apart,  saying, "This 
much. Is that about two inches?" I nod my head, and then just like  that, my 
ass begins feeling good inside. My shoulders shudder on their own and a  quiet 
moan slips out of me, "Mmmm, ooh, yeaaah," and then an excited, "It's  
feeling good now, Sonny." He laughs, "Of course it does, that's awesome! And  
look at my boner." I glance back and see him stroking his seven-plus inch cock 
 that's hard, but not swollen like it gets when he's fucking me. That organ 
of  his is long and it can get really fat especially just before he 
climaxes. And  again my involuntary shoulder shudder.


"Here's the last of this bad boy, Dylan," and the last two inches get  
shoved in, "Aggggg, oooh, that fuckin' hurts. Fuck!" "Shhh, or I'll get the ball 
 gag out, and I haven't cleaned that fucker since I used it on Giggles." I 
don't  have any idea what he just said as I'm blowing out quick burst of air 
waiting  for the ache in my ass to subside, and for it to feel good again. 
Sonny twist it  and I flop up off the bed again, but it didn't hurt so much 
as it felt good. I'm  so proud of my rectum. Another twist and I go, "Mmmmm, 
Sonny, do that again." He  does and I bite the sheet to keep from 
squealing. Sonny's playing with it  pushing it and twisting it as sensations sizzle 
in my rectum. My anus is still  too stretched to join the party at the 
moment, but my prostate is buzzing with  pleasure. I'm squirming on the bed as 
Sonny begins pulling it out and pushing it  back in. He pulls it almost all the 
way out and it takes awhile because he's  doing it slow. Then back up my 
ass as I grovel on the bed moving my ass around,  moaning, "Oooh, fuck, ooooh, 
aaah, aaah, Sonny, aaah." He's  chuckling,  muttering, "Goddammit, you're 
gonna make me cum. I'll shoot my load all over  your back." The dildo's 
pulled back again with incredible sensations bursting in  my rectum. Tons of 
nerve endings are pouring pleasure signals to my brain as I  move around on the 
bed unable to process how awesome it feels inside my ass. My  anus is 
beginning a crazy sizzling vibration thing that feels good too. "Do it  faster, 
Sonny. Fuck me with that monstrous black dildo faster. Mmmmmm, oooh," as  I 
push my ass back at his penetrations. He leans against the back of my legs and 
 I feel the head of his boner wetting my leg with precum. Everything feels  
awesome now, as Sonny's pumping that fucker back and forth twisting it as 
he  does it, and I just know I'm gonna cum. My climax is on me now, and it's 
about  fucking time because I really need to let loose. My hips thrusts 
forward and,  "Ooh ooh ooh," but noting happens except my balls start aching as 
I thrash  around on the bed sweaty and hot and needing to climax. Another 
minute of dildo  manipulation by Sonny and my body gets stiff as I squeal, 
trashing around until  a weak thin stream of cum forces it's way past the ties 
on my balls and the base  of my cock.  Watery cum drools out the head of my 
throbbing boner with  orgasm sensations exploding around my groin. It's a 
pathetic orgasm though, and  not fulfilling my anticipation of it at all.


Unconcerned about my orgasm problems, Sonny pulls the dildo all the way  
out, mumbling, "I'm gonna cum if I do this another friggin' minute." He drops  
the dildo on the floor and pushes his cock up my ass laying on my back and  
begins fucking me hard and fast hopping up off me and then driving his cock 
up  inside me. Thirty seconds of that and I hear his grunt and feel the 
splash of  his cum hitting against my rectum wall, warm and squishy and creamy. 
Then more  cum fills my ass as Sonny moans and groans thrusting his cock in 
my ass wildly  before finally laying limply on me breathing deeply, his 
moist breath on the  back of my neck. He takes one last deep breath and gets up 
pulling his cock from  my ass. "Whoa, Dylan, that was a rush, dude. Holy 
shit," and another deep breath  from him. He sits on the bed next to me now, 
breathlessly saying, "Okay, wow,  that was awesome! What I want you to do now 
is get down on your knees and suck  my cock. It's a mess." I slide off the 
bed onto my knees and with my hands tied  and hanging against my swollen 
cock, I tongue his cock head into my mouth and  begin sucking it. Inch by inch 
I suck his whole cock into my mouth taking a few  inches into my throat as 
Sonny blows puffs of air out squirming on the bed while  running his fingers 
through my short hair. "Oh, Dylan, you suck cock so much  better than 
Giggles. I want you to show him the right way to do it.  We'll  have a sort of 
three-way with me dominating both of you. Part of that will be  you sucking his 
cock so he can see how it's done properly. Okay?" I'm backing my  head off 
his cock gagging a little as it slides tightly out of my throat and  then 
flops down against the side of the mattress slimy with spit. Sonny goes,  "You 
okay with my three-way plan?" I slipped back into a dreamy state of mind  
while sucking his cock and didn't hear his three-way plan, but I say, "Yeah,  
sure, Sonny," because it's the easiest thing to do. Sonny says, "He's got a 
nice  cock on him too. It's almost exactly like yours." That's nice 
although I don't  know who he's referring to.


Sonny rubs my shoulders and pats my head like you do for your favorite  
puppy, me still on my knees between his legs. He grins as he's lifting my face  
up with a finger under my chin, "Now I'm going to let you rim me." Getting 
off  the bed, he goes, "Get yourself turned around, Dylan." I do that as he 
leans  over with his hands on his knees, looking back at me, saying, "A nice 
long deep  rimming. I want you to kiss, lick, and rim my ass and asshole 
until you can  raise another boner on me. I don't care how long it takes, it's 
something I've  always wanted to have my submissive boy do. I've seen it 
done right after the  'master's cum and it took quite a while on the video, 
but it got me all hot and  bothered watching it. Now we'll see how you do. If 
you can't do it, I'll need to  paddle your bare ass. That's what happens in 
the videos, so ya know." Sonny  doesn't know rimming is one of my favorite 
submissive things to do. That and  body licking like I do for Robby once in 
awhile. It gets me as turned on as it  does him. I quietly say, "Yes, Sonny," 
because it's half the fun, acting  submissive and humble, like I know my 
place, as well as being  submissive.


First thing I do is kiss both his butt cheeks and then do long licks from  
the top of his thighs up and over his plump bubble butt cheeks, one butt 
cheek  at a time. As I'm doing the slow long licks I feel myself sinking deeper 
into  the awesome world of submission. My throbbing cock gets very hard and 
because of  the tie around the base it's turned dark red and heavy, my nuts 
are like heavy  golf balls weighing down my scrotum so they hangs lower 
than normal. I afraid to  touch either my cock or my scrotum, but these are 
minor concerns compared to  this sensation I'm feeling. It's all got me sensing 
I'm right on the brink of an  orgasm. The feeling won't go away and it's 
hard not to moan in desperate sexual  pleasure from the increasing need to 
climax. I'm doing quiet long moaning with  each long lick up Sonny's buttocks. 
There are no hairs on his buttocks but when  I licked both completely and I 
spread them I see some pale hairs around his  asshole that I do a long lick 
over flattening them to his skin. Sonny's clean  back here this time which 
is a nice surprise. My nose is tightly in his ass  crack now as I lick his 
anus a dozen times with Sonny moving his ass making  frequent,"Ahh," sounds. 
He keeps clenching the muscles in his buttocks and  moving his feet. My hands 
spreading his ass cheeks are wet with the saliva I  licked there and they 
slip letting his ass crack close on my nose when I don't  concentrate. His 
anus is filled with my spit so I do a number of laps from  behind his scrotum, 
up it the back of it pushing his balls forward, then over  his anus and up 
his ass crack. Each long lick makes me moan feeling sure I'm  going to 
climax, but I don't. It's a kind of deeply pleasurable torture. An  oxymoron that 
happens to be accurate. "Mmmm, oooh," from me, more wheezy sounds  from 
Sonny as deeper into my submissive state of mind I go. So dreamy, safe and  
comfortable to just lick my dominant sex partner's asshole. My eyes are lightly 
 closed, my head stretched back, a hand on each of his butt cheeks 
spreading them  with my tongue up his ass now as far as I can get it. After holding 
it inside  him a few seconds I slowly pull it out and push it in right back 
up again doing  it quickly, then again and again. Precum squeezes past the 
constrains around my  cock and balls feeling like an orgasm that get me 
shaking and  moaning. 


Five, six minutes or maybe longer of tongue fucking Sonny's asshole  before 
he staggers away still bent over stroking his cock. His face is contorted  
when he turns around and pushes his semi boned-up cock in my mouth. It's 
fairly  hard already as I suck it and licks it for two or three minutes, saliva 
all  around my mouth and dripping off my chin. Sonny's moaning and groaning 
rubbing  my head,  shoulders, and back with me having one orgasm after 
another  without ejaculating even once. Exquisite torture. Then Sonny thrust his 
crotch  in my face humping his cock in my mouth and throat until he shoots 
a small  squirt of cum in my mouth, followed by a slightly larger stream. He 
keeps  humping my face until the taste of his cum is just a memory. Finally 
he staggers  back against the bed chuckling and stroking himself for a 
minute or so. I sit  back on my ankles staring at my swollen red cock that's wet 
with drools of  precum. Sonny lays back on the bed, mumbling, "Guess I 
don't get to paddle you  again. Damn, I was sorta looking forward to that." I 
almost say, 'Yes, master,'  but catch myself. That would have been 
embarrassing. He says, "Come lay with me,  Dylan." My eyes are bleary, my head's 
lulling to the side as I revel in this  peaceful state of mind complicated by my 
pulsating boner and aching balls. How  do I feel, good but frustrated? Huh? 
Yeah, it's weird and wonderful and  frustrating. "Dylan, come lay with me. 
I'll untie your privates." What was that?  I look over opening my eyes 
surprised to find I'm in Sonny's bedroom. Oh yeah,  that's right, heh heh. It's 
almost like that laced marijuana high I had that  time. Who needs drugs! I get 
up and my cock barely moves as it sticks straight  out, six inches of red 
swollen meat with a purple head, stiff and as tight as a  boner can get.
 
With my ankles still in the restraints it takes six little step to cover  
the short distance to the bed where Sonny's laying. As I stand next to the 
bed,  he goes up on an elbow and starts fucking around with the leather strips 
at the  base of my cock, then the one at the top of my scrotum, but he's 
not having  success getting either one off. "These fucking strips are sunk 
into your skin,  Dylan," he mutters, and then sits up and tries again with me 
muttering, "Ow,  that hurts." Getting off the bed, he says, "You lay on the 
bed," so I flop down  staring at him thinking how cute he looks, and fuck... 
how about that unusual  haircut he has. He's bent over me pulling at the 
leather strips as I reach up  and run my fingers through his hair remembering 
how much fun it was to give him  this haircut. Then I'm like, "Ow! 
Goddammit," as he digs his fingernails into my  skin, but then he has the strip off 
from around my scrotum. "Mmmmm," from me,  then "OW!" again as his fingernails 
dig into the skin around the base of my  cock. "Sorry, Dylan. I should have 
taken these off earlier. I will next time for  sure." Then the second strip 
comes off and immediately cum drools out my cock,  "Ooooh, aaaah, Sonny, 
oooh, ooh." A long drool slowly comes out thick and  creamy. I never had this 
happen to me before. My dreamy trance drifts away  entirely as I'm biting my 
bottom lip grimacing from the odd orgasm I'm having.  "Oh, fuck, Sonny, 
that sucked." He goes, "Stop your bitching and whining. We're  experimenting. 
Obviously I left the ties on too long. So now I know." Then  defensively, 
like it's somehow my fault, he goes, "Just saying, but this didn't  happen with 
Giggles and the strips tied off his cock and balls almost this  long." I 
mutter, "Bullshit." He shrugs, "Maybe not quite this long, but you were  
rimming me and sucking me off so much better than that little pecker can do it,  
you know how it is, I couldn't stop." Then he chuckles, "Fuck! I had two  
off-the-fuckin'-charts orgasms, let me tell ya. So, ya know, it's been damn  
successful sub/dom sex in that regard." The selfish bastard.


I'm laying here looking at my now flaccid penis in a pool of thick cum as  
the color slowly returns to normal. "That was by far the worse orgasm I ever 
 had, Sonny." He grins, "I'm sorry about that, but you're the submissive 
partner  so the main thing is you gave you're dominant partner awesome sex." 
I'm kinda  liking my recent response to him, so I say it again, "Bullshit." 
He's grinning,  "Alright, I was selfish. Don't be mad, Dylan, we're learning 
what works and what  doesn't. I'm going to fuck you in a little while and 
it'll be the mother of all  fuck's too. It'll have to be to get me to another 
orgasm." Remembering young  Charles' coughing-curses, I do a cough of, "Eff 
you," which makes me laugh.  Sonny grins, looking confused, asking,  "What's 
that?" so I cough, "Up  yours," and laugh again. Sonny lays next to me 
smiling, "That's the spirit, let  bygones be bygones," and I cough, "Eat me." 
Funny little routine Charles came up  with there. Sonny asks, "What's with the 
coughing?" and I'm like, "Fuck the  coughing! I just had the worst orgasm 
of my life." He makes a face, "Oh, we're  back to that again," and he 
wrestles me under his body, laying on top of me, his  face two inches above mine. 
He's grinning mischievously again, "You didn't tell  me how great this 
haircut I gave you is." He rubs my hair, "It's cool, isn't  it?" I say, "I've 
still got little hairs stuck all over me. Some are itchy in my  ass crack." He 
tweaks my nose, "My ass crack is all sticky with your spit, and  I've got 
little clippings of your hair all over me too. Did you get any in your  mouth?" 
I say, "Nah, just some orange pubic hairs, but I'm used to  that."

We talk about how awesome Sonny's climaxes were as he lays on top of me.  I 
do about ten fake coughs cursing him out and he's caught onto it by now and 
 does some of them himself. Sonny keeps trying to get me to say he gave me 
a  great haircut and I keep telling him I didn't want a haircut. What I was 
hoping,  but don't tell Sonny, is for Ryan to give me another haircut, which 
is a touch  of masochism right there. Now that's not going to happen. 
Finally I give in and  tell Sonny this much, "You give among the sexiest haircuts 
I've ever gotten, so  I gotta admit that much, Sonny." He grins, then 
coughs, "Balls." We wrestle  around on his bed until I get him in a headlock, my 
legs  around his, and Sonny's  pretty much incapacitated. He mutters, "Okay, 
I  give," and I go, "What? You give? Are you back in grade school?" He 
grins and I  kiss his lips because I can. He says, "You've got a humongous crush 
on me, don't  ya?" I tighten the hold around his neck, mumbling, "Oh, 
you're alright I guess,  but you suck at being a dom." He goes, "No I don't! You 
lie." I grin, and cough,  "Asshole." We're sweaty with cum, spit, and hair 
clipping stuck in the sweat, so  I say, "How about we take a shower." That's 
what we do, washing each other and  shampooing and doing some kissing. He 
has the hottest small body. It reminds me  of Ryan's although Ryan's a lot 
stronger than Sonny. Even so, soapy and  slippery, Sonny's body is pretty 
fucking hot. After the long shower we get  something to drink in his kitchen, 
both of us with a towel around our  waist. 


Much later in his bedroom Sonny pulls my  towel off and we make out and 
then he fuck's me doggie style for maybe fifteen  or twenty luscious minutes.  
I have a really awesome orgasm when I climax  at about the eight minute 
mark, but Sonny goes quite awhile longer before having  his third climax of the 
evening. Excellent side-sex at last, but with me only  getting into a mildly 
dreamy submissive trance during this last go-round. Being  fucked doggie 
style was my idea because it seems the most submissive way to get  fucked. It 
made me partially forget about the less successful parts of the  evening, 
but I'm walking a little bowlegged afterwards. My ass is sore during  the ride 
home and I'm glad to get off the bike at my place. Standing next to  Sonny 
on his motorbike, taking my helmet off, Sonny says, "You really should get  
home every weekend, Dylan. You know you love the way I fuck you so why 
pretend  it's just casual side-sex. Is anyone doing you better than me?" 
Actually, other  than Robby, at this time in my life of cutting side-sex down to 
almost nothing,  he's right. I don't admit that though, "Sonny, you totally 
bungled the dominant  part of our sex by leaving my cock and balls tied too 
long, and now that last  fuck left me walking bowlegged." He says, "Well, how 
do you think my dick feels.  It's sore, that's how, but I wanted to give you 
a damn good climax and I did.  You squealed like crazy, shaking and making a 
spectacle of yourself." I cough,  "Bullshit." and we both chuckle. A quick 
kiss goodbye and Sonny takes his sore  dick and roars off leaving some 
rubber in the street. Checking my watch while painfully going up  the steps, I 
see it's almost one o'clock. Hope my ass heals by tomorrow night  for my man, 
Robby. 


Saturday morning most of the hurt in my  rectum has faded. I lay in bed 
checking my text messages and see one from Ray  and another from Bean. Both 
about haircuts. Ray's text came in at eight o'clock  this morning. Right! I'm 
gonna be up at eight on a Saturday morning. Then Chubby  and I text back and 
forth a few times, both of us lying about our Friday nights.  Then Robby 
texts me that he's on break after the first two hours of the meeting.  He ends 
with, 'Boring meeting!  looking forward to tonight. Love Rob' Huh, he signed 
off with 'Rob'. Then I  think, 'Two hours? What the fuck time is it 
anyway?" Checking my watch it's ten  after ten. Huh! So where's Ray and the 
Nebraska farm boy, Gary Eisenhower? I get  dressed thinking I'll surprise mom when 
she wakes up, but her bedroom door is  open. No way she got up and left 
already. I try remembering if her bedroom door  was closed last night when I 
came in, but can't remember if I even noticed it.  Hmmm, did she stay out all 
night? If so, with whom? Hmmm, again.  I have a  coffee and a cigarette 
thinking about that, but don't wanna think about it too  hard. Instead I text Ray 
just to get it over with. He's pissed-off I didn't get  back to him sooner, 
but he's coming right over with Gary. Balls! Texting Bean I  tell him and 
Jameson to come around noon for their haircuts. I usually like  giving 
haircuts, but this morning I could do without 'em quite easily. I said I  would 
though, so I'll keep my word.


I'm reading the Globe's  sports page sitting on the sofa when I hear 
someone rattling the front doorknob,  then there's the doorbell. Huh, I wander 
over and open the front door. Ray says,  "You told us to just come in when 
we're getting haircuts." I shrug and Ray comes  in giving me a kiss on my lips 
with me moving my head back. He goes, "You never  used to move your head 
away, Dylan," and then to Gary, Ray goes, "He was begging  me to take him on 
dates and fuck him last summer, Gary." I cough, "Bullshit,"  and make myself 
laugh again. "What?" goes Ray. I'm like, "Nothing, "Hi Gary.  Come on 
downstairs guys." When we're all downstairs, I'm getting the clippers  out as Ray 
tells Gary, "Take off your shirt and get your ass on that stool."  Then to me, 
"We both shampooed our hair this morning so you don't need to do  that. 
Like I told you last night, I want a tight crewcut for Gary." Gary sits on  the 
stool, saying, "Please, Ray, not a fuckin' crewcut." Ray puts his hand on  
the back of Gary's neck, quietly saying, "We agreed to this, Gary. I insist 
my  boy starts with a crew cut. Hell, I made all the posse boys, including 
Dylan  here, get crew cuts last summer, so it's not just you. Okay?" and he 
pats Gary's  cheek. I'm like, "Fuck that, tell me what kind of haircut you 
want, Gary. The  hell with Ray." Gary's a stocky guy with loose, soft pecs and 
a small roll of  fat around his waist. Average looking with bristly blond 
whiskers and straw  colored hair almost the same texture as straw. Except for 
being overweight he  can't be held responsible for the rest of his 
appearance, and for all I know  he's a sweetheart of a guy. I'd add, what the fuck's 
he doing with Ray except  Ray had me under his finger for a few weeks last 
summer too, and how that  happened I'll never fucking know. Worse mistake, 
boyfriend-wise, of my  life.


Gary looks pleadingly at Ray,  but Ray just points a finger at him looking 
stern. Gary's shoulders slip as he  mumbles, "I guess I'll have a crew cut, 
Dylan." Ray says, "What kind of crew  cut, Gary," and Gary glares at Ray, 
then mutters, "Tight." Fine with me, I'll  probably never see Gary again, and 
giving guy's tight crew cuts is fun. I'm  putting an eighth inch guide on 
the clippers for the lower half of the sides and  back of Gary's head, as 
Ray's asking, "You get your haircut this morning, Dylan?  That why you were so 
late getting back to me." I say, "Something like that," and  run the clippers 
through Gary's thick course hair around his sideburns and above  his ears. 
The clippers cut through the hair as easily as if it were Sonny's  silky 
hair. Man, the next fifteen minutes I work those clippers overtime giving  this 
kid a really tight short crewcut. The longest hairs left on his head is  
less than a quarter inch. He looks like a marine recruit when I'm done cutting 
 his hair. Lots and lots of straw colored hair on the floor. He acts 
embarrassed  as he gawks at himself in the mirror. "Fuck, Ray, I feel like such a 
geek with  this haircut. Goddamn, I'm gonna get mocked at work." Ray's 
brushing off the  stool, saying, "I like that look on you, Gary, that's what you 
should be happy  about. Fuck the guys at work." 


Then, as Ray's rubbing the  bristly hairs on Gary's head, chuckling, he 
says, "Damn nice job, Dylan. Exactly  what I wanted my boyfriend to get. I'll 
bring him back the next time you're  home to keep it crisp and this short." 
Gary says, "You said just once, Ray." Ray  mumbles, "I changed my mind. 
You'll have this tight crewcut until I get tired of  it." Gary's pouting, "But 
why, Ray?" Ray smirks at me, then says to Gary,  "Because the bristly hairs 
feels good against my thighs when you sucking my cock  and against my ass 
cheeks when you're rimming me." Gary's face gets dark red. I  go, "Jesus, Ray, 
you're such an asshole!" He sits on the stool chuckling, and  says, "You did 
those things when I told ya to, didn't ya?" Now I'm blushing at  the memory. 
Ray says, "Come here, Gary." Gary goes to Ray frowning and pouting,  and 
Ray gives him a hug, "I'll make up for embarrassing you by giving you what  
you need a little later. Okay?" Gary just shakes his head looking down at the  
floor. Ray's like, "Boyfriends, Jesus! Okay, mister barber, just a trim to  
neaten me up, Dylan." I guess Gary puts up with Ray's shit because he can't 
get  enough of Ray's mushroom headed cock. Oh man, I hate being one of 
Ray's  ex-boyfriends. Ray's obviously totally dominating Gary too, but I can't  
disparage the kid for that considering my pathetic behavior with Ray last  
summer. I came to my senses pretty quickly, but for a while there I'd do just 
 about anything to get Ray to fuck me. Embarrassing doesn't begin to 
describe how  I feel when I think back to those days. He's got the BO scent going 
for him this  morning too, more so than last night and after all I've said 
negatively about  Ray his scent still seems sexy to me. The thought of having 
sex with him  however, is completely unappealing. Actually it's even worse 
than unappealing,  it revolting.


Ray's haircut doesn't take  long and during it I tell him I can't play in 
the touch football game tomorrow  because my ride back to Merrimack is 
leaving around lunchtime. This is another  little white lie of course, but fuck 
him. He says, "I'll give you a ride back to  college after the game, and maybe 
I'll give you another kind of ride too." Gary  head looks over, frowning at 
Ray. I go, "You'll make me ill with that kinda  talk, Ray. Anyway, just so 
you know, I won't be playing in the touch football  game tomorrow, but 
thanks for the offer." Finishing up his haircut, I pat his  shoulder getting a 
last whiff of his sexy scent, then Ray and a sullen Gary are  on their way. I 
sweep up the hair and then wash up before making some scrambled  eggs and 
thinking about last night with Sonny. Hey, the soreness in my rectum  and 
especially my anus is just about gone. Finished the OJ and scrambled eggs, I  
lay on the sofa thinking about Robby and what I'm going to say to him tonight. 
I  think I'll start by getting him to agree they'll be no talk of a baby 
until at  least one year after we're married. After college I want to get a 
job and  experience what it's like to be a working stiff earning money. That 
premise I'm  going to gently insist on, and my other concerns can be put on 
hold. I might  also mention the topic of changing my name to his. I don't 
think I want to do  that. I'll just get him used to the idea I might not do it 
for starters. That'll  be enough for Saturday night. I'm not going to be a 
hard ass about it and if all  I get is his willingness to consider those two 
things I'll be satisfied for now.  I'll reinforce the concept as time goes 
on because I'm not going to be a stay at  home dad right out of college. 
That's not happening.
 
Then the doorbell rings and  it's Bean and Jameson of course. They both do 
the posse boys' greeting with me.  I kinda like it myself, and come to think 
of it, Ray didn't do it with me. Good!  As we go downstairs I find out the 
guys drove over in separate cars. Jameson got  here first, but waited for 
Bean before ringing the bell. He doesn't feel as  comfortable with me as Bean, 
who is very comfortable with me. I like Bean for  some reason and have from 
the first time I met him. Bean says, "Jameson will go  first. He has to get 
the car home by one o'clock. He's gotta go with his parents  to visit his 
grandmother." I'm like, "TMI, Bean, but okay, come in the half bath  
Jameson." He walks with me blushing a little, saying, "I still can't get used to  
you shampooing my hair, Dylan." I ask, "Why do you say that, dude?" He goes, 
"I  don't know, I guess because you're a gay guy, ya know?" I say, "You're 
safe with  me, Jameson." He's kind of stiff throughout the shampoo which I do 
quickly. I  could eliminate it all together except I like doing it. He wants 
a free haircut,  he can put up with the way I want to do it. He's on the 
barber stool now with me  combing through his shiny clean hair, asking, "How 
do you want it cut, Jameson?"  He's got light brown hair with a widow's peak 
and some receding at both temples.  Too bad for him, but he very well might 
experience a seriously receding hairline  at an early age. Some unfortunate 
guys have early pattern baldness. Good thing  he's nice looking anyway. Not 
cute, just nice looking. He says, "Buzz cut,  Dylan. I'm on the football 
team and we've all agreed as a united force we'll  have buzz cuts during 
football season." 


It takes less then ten  minutes to do his buzz cut. It doesn't look 
especially good on him because of  the widow's peak, but that's just my opinion. 
After he's brushed-off and he has  his shirt back on, he says, "Thanks," and 
does the posse goodbye hug and pat on  the back with me and Bean. Then he's 
gone. Bean takes off his shirt asking, "Do  you wanna blow me before or 
after, Dylan?" I look at him expecting a big grin or  a chuckle, but he's 
apparently dead serious. He sees me looking at him, and  goes, "What? Do you want 
me to do the other thing too? I can if you'd want me  to. I liked it that 
other time we did it. Liked it a lot actually. It don't make  me gay though 
'cause I'm doing the, you know, the fucking." Surprising myself I  don't cough 
a, "Eff that," at him, but instead say, "Lets think about that while  I'm 
shampooing your hair." He goes, "Sure, Dylan," and we go into the half bath.  
Bean's got a tee-shirt on that has this on the front: 'Mom, if I said I'll 
do  it, I will. No need to remind me about it every 6 weeks!'


He takes the tee-shirt off  and sits down running his fingers through his 
hair, saying, "Do the shampoo  slow, okay, Dylan. It's really a cool, 
soothing feeling getting shampooed and I  think it's, um, sexy too. Especially 
because you're gay and you're probably  getting turned-on doing it. Ya know, 
because I'm a guy." For some strange reason  Bean isn't annoying me, as a 
matter of fact he seems kinda hot to me today. It's  probably because of my 
reduced side-sex lately. He's clueless of course, but  somehow he's developed a 
little sexiness in his cluelessness. Maybe Ray's scent  has left me feeling a 
tad horny, which might seem odd after last night sexual  activities with 
Sonny. The thing is though Sonny kinda screwed most of the  things up. I 
finally had a pretty good climax during that last fuck, but my sore  rectum took 
some of the thrill away. Man, but it's so weird I should be feeling  horny 
with Bean seeming kinda sexy to me. That's a definite first.  Running  my 
fingers through his hair, I mumble, "You're giving yourself an awful lot of  
credit, don't ya think?" He looks at me, his eyes wide, "Whaddaya mean, 
Dylan?"  I mumble, "Thinking I get turned on shampooing your hair." I never 
noticed his  pretty eyes before. Various shades of brown, but really bright. He 
asked, "Well  don'cha?" I chuckle, "Yeah, I guess a little bit, Bean... ha 
ha," and I tousle  his hair again staring at his face. He has interesting 
facial features, but not  what I'd ever call cute. They're unique more than 
anything, and kinda maybe a  little sexy. I rub his chin, "Growing some whiskers 
I see." He goes, "Yeah,  dude, I'm leaving my childhood behind. Haven't you 
started growing facial hair  yet? Lot of us senior guys at school are 
rocking this look." I begin wetting his  hair, "Huh, is that right, Bean?" which 
doesn't answer his question. His hair,  like Sonny's, has grown over the top 
of his ears and it's about three inches  long on top. Brown hair with a 
fairly straight hairline across his forehead.  Average hair, which isn't to 
disparage it at all.
 
Bean's very skinny chest has  some chest hairs between his pecs, and 
there's a happy trail from his belly  button going into his pants. His whiskers, 
chest hair, and happy trail are a  darker brown than the hair on his head and 
they're kinda kinky. I'd like to feel  them, but I don't. Man, he's got 
skinny arms too and his neck looks too long, so  why the fuck am I getting the 
sense he's kinda sexy? Is it because he's so  blatant about wanting me to 
blow him and offering to fuck me? It's gotta be  something, but I can't 
pin-down anything specific. Nice lips, although Bean  kissing another guy is about 
as likely as me flying around the room. I ask,  "How's your girlfriend, 
Bean?" I'm rubbing shampoo into his hair, his eyes go to  the side looking at 
mine, "I don't have any particular girlfriend at the moment,  Dylan. I'm 
eyeing this babe in biology class with big knockers who I might ask  out." I nod 
my head puzzled by this attraction I'm feeling for this tall drink  of 
water. What could it be? Is it I'm losing confidence in attracting cute gay  
guys, so I'm resorting to un-cute straight guys? I'm pretty fucking sure Bean's 
 more straight than anything else. He's got a curiosity about me being gay, 
but I  think it's mostly because I was supposedly Ray's gay boyfriend. 
Bean's always  been a Ray suck-up so perhaps he wants to emulate him, thinking 
if Ray does it,  it must be a cool thing to do. Or maybe I'm totally off  
base.


Massaging the suds through  his hair my fingertips massage his scalp, and 
after a minute or so Bean goes,  "Dude, that feels so fucking good. I'm 
coming over for the full treatment every  weekend you're back home, man. This 
rocks." I shrug, but I liked the compliment,  certainly more than Jameson 
acting like I'm doing something obscene by  shampooing his hair. I'm not gonna do 
the shampoo for Jameson anymore. Fuck  that. My mind wanders to me and my 
lack of side-sex lately. I'm loving Robby,  but I loved him when I was having 
some occasional side sex too. I'm thinking  back over the days when 
side-sex was the happening thing. How about Wildwood  last summer. Holy shit I hit 
the fucking jackpot that vacation. Jeez, the good  old days, ya know. Bean 
murmurs, "You're really into shampooing my hair, huh?"  At first I'm 
thinking, what the fuck does he mean by that? Then I realize I've  been doing it for 
way longer than necessary. I go, "Oh, my minds on something  else, Bean. 
Time got away from me. I'll rinse you off now." He says, "Don't stop  on my 
account. Um, I've sprung a bit of a chub in my pants here. Don't take that  
the wrong way though, but since it's here, ya wanna go ahead and suck me off  
now." Fuck, I would like to do that, but I'm not going to. Don't want to 
slip  back into my old habits and disappoint Robby. I start rinsing the soap 
out of  his hair, muttering, "No, that's alright, Bean. Maybe some other 
time." He goes,  "Um, you'd be doing me a favor actually. dude, I'm one horny 
teen and also horny  for that other thing we did last time, ya know? Dude, I 
dreamed about that a  number of times. You never told anybody about it so it's 
our secret. Why not do  it again. If you want to I mean." I say, "Nah, 
you're straight, Bean, I don't  want to corrupt your morals or anything." He's 
rubbing his crotch, "You wouldn't  corrupt a fuckin' thing, Dylan. If you 
don't want to do it for your own  pleasure, do it for me. We've always been 
buddies, haven't we. I've always  stuck-up for you, helped get you into the 
posse boys and all." What the fuck's  he talking about with that 
'stuck-up-for-me' crap? I stick-up for  myself.


I'm towel drying his hair,  saying, "Yeah, you've been great, Bean, but 
just 'cause I'm gay don't meant I  want to suck off every guy I know." He sits 
up, "Yeah, I respect that. The thing  is I'm asking you as a friend to do me 
a favor. I wouldn't bother you with this,  but you've done it before so, ya 
know I figured." I don't say anything so Bean  goes,   "Please! Okay, I 
said please." I go, "It's not a matter of saying  please, Bean. I don't think 
it's right." He's like, "Well, why the fuck not? I  would really appreciate 
if you'd suck my dick, and the other thing too. Dude,  that was the best 
motherfuckin' climax I ever had and I mean when I fucked your  rear end. 
Seriously, Dylan, I won't tell anybody. It'll be between you and me,  dude." "Stop 
calling me dude." He goes, "Sorry, but how 'bout..." And I turn the  
hairdryer on drowning him out. Damn, I remember that long skinny cock of his  too. 
His dick's just like him, long and skinny and it would feel real good up my  
ass, and without stretching anything in there. Plus, last night didn't work 
out  all that good so I sorta owe myself a side-sex, and amazingly Bean 
seems  desirable to me for some unknown fucking reason. I finish drying and 
brushing  his hair. He points at his lap, "Look at that boner I got in my 
pants, dude. It  kinda scares me that I sprung that beauty while you were 
shampooing my hair. Do  you think that means anything?" I grab a fistful of his 
clean hair trying to  think what to do, and then I think, what's the big deal, 
and say, "Okay, I'll do  it or you, Bean. Take your pants down." He goes, 
"Really," and I say, "Really."  He lifts his ass off the chair and pulls his 
pants down past his hips without  even unbuttoning them. His thin long cock 
is a boner alright, listing to the  left... not hard enough yet to stick 
straight up.

 


Bean's looking at me, then he  gets hold of his boner with two fingers and 
a thumb holding it up, then looks  back at me again expectantly. "Whaddaya 
think, Dylan?" He's got a lot of pubic  hair to go with the strip of chest 
hairs between his pecs and his happy trail  that meets his pubic patch. I 
think to myself, 'I really should go back to my  wild alley-catting days. I'm 
missing all the fun'. To tease Bean though, I say,  "I can't do it, Bean. Um, 
I just can't." "Why not, you said you would. Dude, um,  I mean, Dylan. Help 
a fellow posse boy out." I ask, "Ya got a condom, right?"  His eyes open 
wide, "A condom? Wha..." I interrupt, "You don't have a condom?"  He shakes his 
head, "Un uh." You're going to fuck me bareback?" Ha ha, like it's  the 
most outrageous thing I've ever heard of. I'm being such a prick. He goes,  
"Yeah, is that what it's called, 'bareback'? Yeah, like last time." I go, 
"What?  You didn't have a condom on the other time?" Again with the, "Un uh," 
from Bean,  then," I'll buy some for next time though." "Oh, so you're an 
optimist too,  huh?" He shrugs, "If you want me to be, sure." I say, "You'll have 
to kiss me  first, ya know." Bean strokes his cock absently, muttering, 
"Oh, um, on the  lips?" I go, "Of course, don't you wanna do that?" He shakes 
his head, "Un uh,  noooo! No kissing guys." I chuckle, then lean over and 
kiss his hot lips and his  head snaps back against the chair. He goes, "Ow," as 
his head bounces off the  wooden back of the chair. He's rubbing his head 
and his lips. I ask, "Was that  so bad?" He goes, "Yeah, it was, but I guess 
it felt just like kissing a girl."  I say, "Yeah, lips are lips, ya know." 
he goes, "We kissed so now it's your  turn." He's got me there I guess.


Looking him in the eyes a  second, then I lean over and push his fingers 
away from his dick.  He'd  gone back to stroking himself after rubbing my kiss 
off his lips. I hold his  cock in my fist. It's plenty long enough for a 
fist, or maybe two. Licking the  head gets Bean lifting his ass off the seat 
and supporting himself with his back  against the chair and his feet on the 
floor. He goes, "Aaaaah, ooh," then I suck  the head into my warm wet mouth 
and up off the seat he goes again. Nice tight  head on his dick. After 
sucking it for a few seconds I feel it getting harder in  my fist. The tip of my 
tongue plays around in the slit giving me a slight urine  taste for just a 
second. He's up off the seat again and running his fingers  through my short 
hair, groaning, "Mmmmm. Oooh, fuck, ooh, ooh," his body as  stiff as his 
cock. Then he sits back down until I suck in two inches of the  shaft and he's 
stiff as a board again, up off the seat spraying precum at the  back of my 
throat. My tongue works around the shaft as his cock gets harder and  when I 
push my head forward the head of his boner pops past my gag reflex area  and 
into my throat. A spurt of cum shoots out coating my tonsils so I back the  
head out of my throat and suck on it plus about an inch of the shaft for 
thirty  straight seconds. He's back stiff as a board again making gargling 
noises in his  throat as I feel his cock throbbing and then it explodes with a 
lot of cum.  Bean's bouncing on the chair humping his hips poking the head of 
his cock  against the inside of by cheek, the top of my mouth, and then it 
slides on my  tongue all the time spurting creamy teen cum that taste 
surprisingly good. It's  all that candy Bean's always eating I guess. Sweet. 
 
He's finished his orgasm  sitting limply in the chair moaning. I take his 
cock out of my mouth and let it  drop against his bare thigh. His face is 
bright red as he continues doing little  humps with his hips. He picks up his 
dick and strokes the softening organ as I  go, "You didn't last very long." 
He defensively says, "I told ya I was horny,  and I haven't jerked off since 
Wednesday. The guys thought you'd be home this  weekend for haircuts and, ya 
know, I thought, ya know." I pat him on the  shoulder, "I understand. Pull 
your pants up." He does, saying, "That was  unbelievable, Dylan. I got a 
blow job last week from that slut, Mary Deabers You  know, behind the bleachers 
at school. She blew three of us and she said my cock  was her favorite. She 
don't know shit about blowing a guy's cock though, not  compared to you." I 
go, "What a compliment, Bean," the sarcasm going way over  his head. He 
mutters, "You're welcome." I say, "Lets do your haircut." He gets  put back 
together and we walk to the stool in the basement with him saying, "I  can 
still do you after the haircut. I recover really fast." I give him a  doubtful 
'look' and he goes, "No, really! I'm not kidding. Oh man, ya gotta let  me. 
Whaddaya say?" I go, "We'll see. What kind of haircut do you want?" He goes,  
"I don't know. What do you think I should get?" Fuck, I hate it when they 
can't  make up their minds. Exhaling exasperatedly, my cheeks puffing out, I 
go, "I  don't know either,"and he says, "You cut it like you think it'll 
look cool." I  give a quick thought to the 'short side with disconnected top' 
but reject that  as too extreme. 


Turning the clippers on, a  hand on his shoulder, I say. "Give me a clue, 
Bean. Something short or maybe a  trim like Ray got?" I'm hoping he'll go for 
the trim because it's easy, plus his  idol got that, but Bean says, 
"Something short," so what the hell, that's what I  give him. It's the haircut 
that's short on the sides and top but long enough to  comb down on the front 
portion of the top. The crown was cut burr length meaning  it sticks straight 
up. His bangs I cut to his hairline in a blunt cut without  tapering. 
Trimmers outline around his ears, and then I pass him the handheld  mirror. "Cool, 
Dylan! Yeah, that's good. You did this haircut for a couple of  the posse 
boys before you left for college." Oh yeah, I guess I did at that. I  pat his 
bare shoulder, mumbling, "Glad you like it," and then brush hair  clippings 
off. He stands and brushes off his lap, saying, "I like that doggie  style 
fucking, Dylan. Could you get totally naked this time though?" Hmmm, I do  
want him to fuck me. A quickie first one of the day. Then I think of my mom  
again and how she could pop in here at any minute from wherever she slept 
last  night. I gotta stop being unfair about that too. She's an adult and can 
sleep  with some guy if she wants too. It's just I've never had it so 
obviously in my  face before. Distracted, I mumble, "Yeah, sure, Bean, um, but in 
my bedroom in  case someone should pop in on us." He goes, "Oh shit, yeah, in 
your  bedroom."


Going up the steps, he says,  "Thanks for doing this with me, Dylan. Do you 
think I might be leaning towards,  you know, being bisexual?" Wondering 
about my mom again, I look at him, "What  was that, Bean?" He asks me again and 
I tell him, "Only you can answer that  question, Bean. This might be a clue 
though: what do you usually think about  when you jerk off?" His face turns 
red, "I don't know, um, girls?" He said it  like a question. I look at him 
thinking, 'He doesn't think of me when he whacks  off I hope'. I'm not going 
to embarrass him by asking, and he wouldn't tell me  anyway. I rub his 
hair, "You're fine, Bean. Lots of straight guys get curious  enough to try a 
little buddy sex." He goes, "Yeah! That's exactly what I thought  too." Locking 
the door after we're inside my bedroom, Bean says, "You get  undressed 
now." I'm not feeling that, so I go, "Nah, we don't need to do that.  I'll pull 
my pants down, but are you gonna be able to get your dick up?" He's  nodding 
his head, "Uh huh, no problem." I shrug and pull my pants down to my  
knees. He stares at my cock, then mutters, "I forgot you shaved your pubes. That  
looks hot, um, I mean cool." I hold my palms out with a questioning 
expression,  like, 'You gonna do it or what?" and he goes, "Oh, right," and pulls 
his zipper  down and unbuttons his pants pulling both his pants and 
underpants down. He's  already half hard. From thinking about fucking me? Hmmm.


I turn around and bend over  with my hands on my knees. I'm definitely 
looking forward to feeling his long  skinny dick up my ass. First sex of the 
day, ya know. Bean rubs his cock up my  ass crack breathing noisily. He does it 
a few times, then rubs the head on my  butt cheek before pushing the head 
against my asshole. I glance back and see  he's totally focused on my ass, 
his face flush with a look of concentration as  he's sliding his tongue around 
his lips. The head of his cock goes in and I  stifle a moan of pleasure. 
This will be a fuck without any initial hurt due to  the minimal girth of his 
cock. It feels real good to me. I look back at him,  still trying to 
discover why I feel this strange attraction for him. It's still  alluding me. A big 
exhale from Bean as he mutters, "Whoa, this is the best  fucking feeling 
ever,"and he pushes half that long cock of his up inside me. I  try not to, 
but a quiet, "Ooooh," from me as my back arches a little. God that  feels 
good. My cock is getting hard now and that feels good too. Bean's only now  
gripping my hips, then steadily the last four inches of his now hard cock slides 
 tightly, but pleasantly up my ass and he's like, "Aaaah, oooh, god!" and I 
feel  his whole body shudder. His moan partially covers my, "Mmmmmm, ooh, 
ooh," but  not entirely as Bean asks, "Feels good, don't it. I kinda remember 
how much you  like it the other time, no offense intended." His pubic hairs 
are tickling my  buttocks and then he leans fully against my ass and I 
don't feel them now. I  sure feel that long cock up my ass though. I have to 
concentrate that I don't  moan in pleasure too much. It'll confuse Bean into 
thinking I got the hot's fort  him or something. Bean reaches over and cups my 
shoulders with both his hands,  then he moans quietly and begins fucking me 
a new asshole. His hips keep a  perfect fast hard piston action going and 
his eight inches of skinny boner flies  back and forth in my ass feeling 
fantastic.


I try to act like it's  nothing special, but he's fucking awesomely and I 
get into a constant low murmur  of sexual pleasure. My prostate is being 
sensitized just right and the lips of  my anus are tightly caressing his fast 
moving long shaft. I sucked Bean off a  half hour ago so he's probably gonna 
go awhile before climaxing. My orgasm  however is building fast and I'm 
already humping my ass into his fast thrusting  hips getting into that desperate 
territory where I'm right on the verge of  climax. All the signals are going 
off at the same time getting me into a whiny,  "Oh, oh, oh oh,"and I even 
say his name, "Oh, um, um,. Bean, oh, oh," and my  back arches as cum fires 
from my hard boner. A long stream that sizzles against  the lips of my pee 
hole with my cock quivering and me humping wildly, moaning as  another good 
shot of cum pours out leaving me shaking and weak feeling.  Scintillating 
sensations of orgasm twirl around my ass and groin, my shoulders  shuddering 
again under Bean's hands and then sensations fade and I hear Bean's  grunts and 
moans. Looking back I see his eyes are closed and his skinny body is  
totally into each hip thrusts the way a dancer gets his whole body involved. I'm  
not sure he even witnessed my rather embarrassing display of losing control 
at  that great orgasm he fucked out of me, oh man that was nice. I stare at 
him,  still trying to decide what I find sexy about him. Bean fuck's me 
continuously  for another four or five minutes and every minute of it feels 
good. Then he gets  a look on his face like he startled. He gasps, then leans 
against me going,  "Oooh, oooh," humping his groin against my buttocks, his 
boner way up inside me  pumping cum into my bowels. I didn't feel the hit, 
just the creaminess and a  moment of extra warmth, then the sloppy pumping, 
wild and awkward for a bit  before he slows down, waits motionless as he 
breaths deeply, then pulls his  nightstick-like dick out of my ass, and steps 
back, going, "Oh fuck, that was  better than last time. Oh my God," and he's 
smiling, "Awesome, Dylan.  Wow!"


He strokes his cock, then  looks at his hand and laughs at the cum on his 
hand, "Fuck, I'm such a dork!  But, dude, that was great, wasn't it? What'd 
you think, Dylan?" I grin, "It was  pretty good, Bean. You fuck really good, 
dude." Bean beams, and looks down  mumbling, "Thanks." We go into my 
bathroom to clean up a little. "Do you think  we could do it again in like an hour, 
Dylan?" Jesus, I'd love to, but I go, "No,  sorry, Bean, I gotta get ready 
to go out." He's like, "Oh, you're going out  tonight. Yeah, it's Saturday 
night. Um, you think you and me could ever go out  some night? You know, um, 
together." I say, "Like on a date?" He goes, "Noooo,  not a date, dude. Just 
you and me hooking up and going someplace like the movies  or bowling, and 
then you know, do this... what we just did... a couple of times  in the car 
or something. I'd pick you up if you don't got wheels and even pay  for the 
movie. In the car we could, you know, maybe get it on a couple or three  
times if you want. I recover like magic, so quick, ya know. You said you liked  
it, right? And, dude, you got pretty excited shooting off a couple of 
minutes  ago. That got me hot, dude. Ya know, seeing you shooting juice because I 
fucked  you. Hot!" Heh heh, I go, "Yeah, hot. No date though, huh?" He 
shakes his head,  "I'm not like you gay guys, sorry but I don't think dudes 
should go on dates  together. I'd feel funny, sorry, no offense." I'm pulling my 
pants up, my ass  feeling fine. I feel fine. A simple straight forward fuck 
with a long skinny  cock was just what I needed. That damn Bean is okay.  I 
look at him, then  run my fingers through his hair, holding on to some of 
it. "No kissing though, I  guess." He's shaking his head with his eyes at the 
top of their sockets like  he's looking at my hand grabbing his hair. 


Bean eyes drop down to look  at me now, and he goes, "Maybe, okay, I say 
maybe if you really have to kiss me,  but I can't kiss you back. That's going 
too far." I nod my head, like what he  said makes perfect sense. Having fun 
with this, I say "You mean like this," and  I pull his head over using my 
fistful of his hair and kiss his lips getting a  little sloppy about it and 
sucking on his lips a little too. He does have very  sexy lips. His hands hold 
onto my waist as he goes, "Ummmm," and then I step  back. "Like that would 
be alright though? Right, Bean?" He's puffing his cheeks  out now blowing 
out a long exhale of air nodding his head, "Yeah, I didn't kiss  back, so you 
can do that if you want. No problem. Whoa, I gotta catch my fucking  breath. 
What kinda cologne are you wearing, dude? It's sexy." I'm like,  "Cologne? 
I'm not wearing cologne." Bean frowns at that as he adjusts his crotch  
junk. I ruffle his hair again, saying, "Yep, we can do that hanging out together 
 thing. I don't see any reason we couldn't." He gives a big smile, "Okay, 
yeah,  alright. And the stuff we did here too, right?" I'm like, "Most 
definitely." He  nods his head trying not to grin, mumbling, "Well, okay then.  
Yeah."


Now he is grinning, pointing  at me, "I didn't think you'd go along with 
it, dude. I was kinda nervous even  suggesting it. Okay, next time you're 
home, would that be alright? We hang out  together then. Where would you wanna 
go?" I say, "Shit, I'd leave that up to  you, Bean. After all you're taking 
me out." He frowns, "This isn't a date,  Dylan. I told ya that. I don't date 
guys. We'd be hanging out together, that's  all." I go, "And doing what we 
did this afternoon, right?" "Oh yeah, definitely  a couple times if you want, 
even like three times." I go, "And you'd pick me up  and pay for wherever 
we go, like the movies or to get a burger, right?" He goes,  "Yeah, I can do 
that, whatever you want." I can't tease him anymore, he's so  dense. I've 
gotta break out in a big smile though with a chuckle, and he's like,  "What?" 
as he smiles too. I'm thinking, 'He's gotta be putting me on as much as  I'm 
putting him on'. I pat his back, then squeeze the back of his neck, "You're 
 alright, Bean," and he gives me the most awkward hug I've ever received, 
saying,  "You're alright too, Dylan. Will you tell me when you're going to be 
home next?"  I go, Yeah, um, I don't know when that'll be right now, but 
I'll shoot you a  text." He grins, taking a big breath, "Alright then, you'll 
shoot me a text,"  and he stands here shifting his weight like he doesn't 
know what he's supposed  to do now. I put my arm across his shoulder, saying, 
"Come on, I'll walk you  out." Guess he's not putting me on even a little 
bit. Going up the steps, he  says, "I kissed back a little." I go, "No 
problem, bro, whatever. It's our  secret." At the front door he says, "Um, lets see 
if I got this right. Next time  you're home you'll shoot me a text and you 
and me will hang out, am I right?" I  go, "Bingo, Bean, that's it exactly, 
assuming my boyfriend is busy that night.  Don't forget him." Bean says, 
"Yeah, I know, it's Rob. It's Rob right?" I nod my  head, and Bean says, "You 
and me are just gonna hangout. Boyfriends don't come  into it, Dylan. No 
offense, but just so you know, I'm not gonna be your  boyfriend." I say, "Yeah, I 
know you're not." A pat his back, still grinning,  "It's been fun. It 
really has, Bean." He smiles, "Thanks, you rock, Dylan," and  he finally leaves. 
That was fun, and I do like him. Now if I could only  figure out what it is 
that's different about Bean that I never noticed before,  I'd definitely 
like to know what it is. I kinda got a little thing for him and I  don't know 
why. He's a harmless naive kid without significant brain power, but  there's 
something, but goddammit, what is it?


to be continued...    Donny Mumford    _thinat20@yahoo.com_ 
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