Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2013 06:55:28 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 26 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 26 by Donny Mumford It was a fun time at dinner with the moms and Chubby last night. Chubby and me had some shots and beers before leaving the condo, and then a couple of beers with dinner, plus an Irish coffee after dinner, so that led to some good uninhibited conversation. Later we entertained Chubby's foot fetish, and then I got to do one of my favorite past times: sucking a cute guy's cock. After that we cuddled on the chaise lounge watching the Red Sox game like we've done a thousand times over the years. Chubby went home after the game and now it's Friday morning and I've got a hangover. Mostly it's a headache, but I'm tired, too. Today might be a bitch at work, but that's the price I need to pay for having too good of a time last night. Ryan and his parents fly out this morning so it'll be my first day on the job without him, and that's damn depressing. You never fully appreciate what you've got 'till it's gone. I'm like a robot this morning, just going through the motions getting ready for work. After I'm done with the bathroom, I get dressed and then make Chubby's and my lunch. Today I'm making Italian style subs with hot cherry peppers in honor of Chubby's new hot Italian girlfriend, Gina. It seemed like a good idea last night, but it's a bit of a pain in the ass this morning because there's a lot of ingredients in this type sub sandwich: sub roll, hard salami, capicollo, provolone cheese, onion, tomato, lettuce, oregano, salt & pepper, olive oil, and the hot cherry peppers. I wrap the subs in foil, put then them in a bag and toss in a bag of potato chips and two packages of chocolate chip cookies. After swallowing three Tylenol, I get two sixteen-ounce cherry Cokes from the refrigerators, check myself out in the mirror, and then carry everything outside to greet a bright sunny June day, and wait for Chubby. He's coming down the steps as I'm locking the front door. He's surprisingly chipper, so I ask, "Don't you have a hangover?" He says, "Well good morning to you, too. Yeah, a little hangover, but I took three Tylenol before bed last night, didn't you?" I go, "I took some this morning, but they haven't kicked in yet." "What's for lunch" he wants to know, so I tell him and he goes, "Awesome!" as we're walking down the steps to the Jeep. With my hangover I don't feel like driving, so I ask Chubby to drive this morning, and during the ride we talk about last night, and about us missing Ryan, who became a favorite of Chubby's as the weeks went by. When we get to work it's strange getting out of the Jeep and not having Ryan come right over to me. Damn, I miss him. Well, I got used to not seeing Dodger and Connor, I guess I'll eventually get used to not seeing Ryan, although right now that doesn't seem likely. Chubby, as usual, goes over to exchange friendly insults with Lee and I take my hangover into the locker room alone, which isn't usual because Ryan and me almost always went in together. Inside, Seth Applegate's there with his beautiful silky, bright blond hair, cut in that goofy shaggy mohawk that he paid fifty bucks for. He's so damn cute with his pink baby face and blond whiskers which he shaves except for a small patch at the point of his chin; some kind of quirky fashion statement apparently. Seth's almost as tall as me, so that makes him about five feet, nine and a half inches tall with a hard body that's more muscular than mine. Before getting laid off, Seth worked in masonry, building stone or brick walks and walls, so he's a strong nineteen year old kid. Seth told me he dropped out of high school, for reasons he didn't mention, in his sophomore year. Surprising because he has a good vocabulary and doesn't seem at all dumb. We worked together Wednesday afternoon and all day yesterday so we've gotten to know each other a little, and we're getting along very well. Oh, and he's gay so we have that in common, too. Seth's been openly gay much longer than I have, but he claims he's had very little success in the romance department, which surprises the shit out of me because he's cute and hot. I go, "Hey, Seth, 'morning, dude. How ya doing today?" He bumps fists with me, saying, "Yo Dylan, I'm good. How 'bout you?" I tell him about my hangover and the reason for it, but not about Chubby and me satisfying ourselves afterwards. He goes, "It must be nice having a brother you really like. I have two brothers, but we're like oil and water, we don't mix at all. Hardly on speaking terms actually, but I don't live at home so I rarely see them anyway." We're changing into our work duds, as I ask him, "Do you have your own apartment?" He goes, "It's an efficiency, basically a one room place in downtown Framingham. It's one room, but I do have a bathroom and a kitchenette. It's in kind of a rundown apartment building, but the rent's cheap and I can't afford a better place." I tell him about our apartment at Merrimack and we both agree living away from home is cool. We wander outside and I light a cigarette, offering one to Seth. He says, "No thanks, I'm trying to give them up, as I can't afford them anymore, especially since I lost my masonry job. It paid better than this lawn cutting job, but jobs are scarce so I jumped at this one. I say, "Smoke my cigarettes, Seth," and he goes, "No thanks, I gotta get used to doing without, but thank you." I ask, "Will it bother you if I smoke?" He shakes his head, "Absolutely not, I like the smell of cigarettes." Taking a drag, I go, "Let me pry a little into your life, if you don't mind." He grins and says, "Pry away, Dylan," but before I get a chance to ask him about something, he grins, saying, "And I gotta get this on the record again, dude, you're so fucking cute it's ridiculous. I know I told you that before, but I just had to tell you again." I grin at him, and say, "Yeah, and what'd I tell you the last time you said that?" He goes, "You returned the compliment. We should really have some children together, for they'd be awfully cute." He says all this with humor in his voice, which is the opposite of how he spoke when we first met; he had an edge to his voice initially, but I used my goofy personality to break through to the real him. Feeling guilty, like I'm cheating on Ryan, I nonetheless ask, 'You doing anything Saturday night?" He says, "Yeah, unfortunately I am." I ask, "Why's it unfortunate?" He goes, "Because I think you were going to suggest we get together and I'd love to do that, but I promised to do something with a bud of mine and I can't let him down." I jokingly mumble, "I'm bad at handling rejection, Seth," trying to be as casual about things as he is. He says, "That was no rejection, Dylan, that was a resounding 'yes' with a 'but'; the but being that I can't Saturday. How about tonight?" I go, "I can't tonight. Robby and me have a date." He shrugs, "Well, soon, we'll get together soon, okay?" I'm like, "You bet, um, what I started to ask you is this, if money's a problem, why'd you pay fifty dollars for this haircut of yours?" Chuckling, he mumbles, "Because I'm vain, and I didn't want to admit to a guy I know, the one who works in the salon, that I couldn't afford it. Dumb, I know." Well now, Seth apparently has one of my favorite personality traits: he's self-deprecating, which is the opposite of being a pompous jackass. I say, "Yeah, I do dumb things too and then wonder, 'Why the fuck did I do that?'" We laugh at ourselves a little as Robby comes over to say hello, then cryptically asks, "How ya holding up, Dylan?" meaning, without Ryan. I go, "I'm good, Robby, thanks." He nods his head, but appears skeptical that I'm doing good, then calls over to Lee and Chubby, "Can I talk to you guys a minute?" They come over and Robby does his usual greeting to his crew, then says, "I need to interview guys for yet another replacement this morning, the third one in a month. I just hope I'm as lucky with the third one as I was with Lee and Seth. Lee, you're in charge again this morning. Hopefully I can hire someone quickly because we have some larger properties to deal with this afternoon. We may need to work extra hours today. Have a good morning and I'll try to join you guys before lunchtime. Let's load the truck now." We all head for the equipment garage with Lee asking Chubby, "Jeffrey, will you ride shotgun with me again today?" Chubby says, "Sure thing, Billy Lee." Seth and me are following behind, and he asks, "Billy Lee?" I explain that Lee and Chubby call each other by names they don't normally use just to break each other's balls, but it's all in fun. Seth mutters, "Ah, I see, that's cool." After loading the equipment onto the truck, Seth sits next to me in Ryan's seat. He's cuter than Ryan, but I can't imagine he's as sexy. Can't tell yet if Seth has pheromones that I'll think smell sexy... not yet, but I'll find out pretty soon. He's one of those kids that always looks clean. It's mostly because of his light complexion and light blond hair. As always it's difficult to carry on a conversation in the back of the truck due to the traffic noise and the fact the truck engine is wicked loud, too. Seth says something I can't make out, so I cup his ear, feeling his silky hair on my fingers, and say, "I couldn't hear you." Being a quick learner, he cups my ear, and yells, "I said it's loud as hell back here," which for some reason gets us giggling. He has a really boyish giggle, a nice boyish voice too. Some guys have youthful voices, like Robby's. My voice is normal sounding, which is better than some guys with those deep annoying voices. Of course that's merely my opinion. My hangover is fading away, and messing around with Seth helps that process. After I stop giggling, I say into his ear, "I'm going to take your hat off and run my fingers through your hair, if you don't mind," and this time I purposely bump my nose against the side of his head, and it's not at all surprising to me that he indeed smells good. Looking as good as he does, it would shock the hell out of me if he smelled neutral, or God forbid, bad. He cups my ear and yells, "I don't mind. In fact I encourage you to touch me all you want. I've got a crush on you." That reminds me so much of my good friend Connor. He unabashedly claimed to have a crush on me for the longest time. Then he changed it from a crush to love, claiming he's in love with me. Ya gotta admire the likes of Connor and Seth for having such good taste in the gay boy department. I take his hat off and run my fingers through his hair. I've never felt silkier hair, yet it's got lots of body, too. Seth definitely takes the lead in the best head of hair category, but blonds often go bald early in life, which would be a travesty. With my hand clutching a fistful of the longer hair at the middle of his head, I yell in his ear, "Does baldness run in your family?" He turns his head to yell his answer in my ear as I rub the hairs up the back of his head; it feels amazing. He yells, "No baldness on either side, thank God. Um, just an FYI, you playing with my hair is giving me a boner," and he points at the tent in his lap. Nice size tent, too. Seth has already eliminated any sexual interest I ever had in Lee, now it's Seth I'm interested in, and it's almost a sure thing we're gonna be getting together. Ya gotta wonder what Robby's thinking when he hires someone as cute as Seth. I mean, he knows damn well I've got no willpower to speak of, not when it comes to cute boys my age, and Robby knows damn well my brain is pretty much under the control of my dick. too. He keeps putting temptation right in front of me. This isn't even a fair fight; my pathetic willpower never had a chance with this kid. If I still had Ryan holding my interest, it would have been more of a fair fight, willpower-wise, but without him I'm not even trying to resist. I yell in his ear, "Nice tent, Seth," as I rub his head. He's laughing, the he yells back, "If you make me spunk in my pants it'll be a little awkward explaining it to the guys." Damn, he's likable. I'm terrible though, Ryan hasn't even taken off in the plane yet, but I can't stop myself from pulling Seth's head over and kissing the side of his forehead. I get a good whiff of him too, and yipes, is he sexy smelling! He smiles at me and mouths the word, 'thanks,' as I'm thinking, 'Seth's the perfect cure for my hangover!' The truck pulls over and when it stops, the quiet seems to ring in our ears for a few seconds, and then we use normal speaking voices again. Seth says, "Fun ride, Dylan. You smell good." Some unknown higher power is obviously playing games with me, or maybe testing me about something. If it's willpower I'm gonna be a big disappointment. The tailgate comes down and we begin unloading the truck. We all work hard at our individual yard-work tasks, which doesn't allow for any interaction until we're done with this job and loading the equipment back on the truck. Lee leans close to me, and says, "I hope I don't need to arm wrestle Seth to see which one of us gets to plow your backdoor." I go, "Jeez, Lee, Seth is gay so you're out of luck. Didn't you know that?" He goes, "Get out of here, you're kidding, right?" I go, "No, ask him." He's like, "What are the fucking chances of me getting a job in manual labor working with mostly gay guys?" I go, "It's one in a million, dude, but there's only three of us. It's not like Dickers Landscaping is swarming with gays. There are over thirty employees and only three gays." "That we know of," he says. Chubby says, "Excuse me guys, I need to get the ramp down for the ride-on mower." We move to the side of the truck as Seth comes up humping a big bag of grass clippings. Lee asks, "Are you gay, Seth?" and Seth says, "No, who told you that?" He gives me a wink as Lee looks quizzically at me, muttering, "Ya got me, Dylan," and I go, "No, I'm not the one who got ya." Now Lee doesn't know what to think as he helps get the bag of clippings on the truck, then says, "Okay, guys, climb aboard. One more job and then it's coffee break time." Seth and I get up in the back of the truck and as the tailgate's being secured, Seth sits in my spot. I jokingly ask, "What the hell ya think you're doing? That's my seat." He makes a funny face, realizing I'm kidding him, and mumbles, "Sorry, dude," sliding over to Ryan's old spot. When I'm sitting in my spot, I say, "On this truck we have assigned seating," and he grins, saying, "I'm a fucking rookie, how would I know?" I mutter, "Stick close to me kid, I'll show you the ropes." He says, "I like the idea of sticking close to you." The truck lurches forward and we're off. Seth takes his hat off, grinning at me, and I play with his hair again, extending it to include squeezing the back of his neck and playing with his perfectly shaped pinkish ear, then running the open palm of my hand over his head, ruffling most of the hairs on his head. After awhile he leans in, cupping my ear, yelling a question, "When can you give me a haircut?" I yell in his ear, "I'd hate to cut too much of this awesome hair off; I like playing with it." He yells back, "Dylan, this is no bullshit, and I know I'm making an ass of myself, but you are the sexiest kid I've ever met. You're killing me here. Every fucking thing you do is so, um, innocently sexy. Damn, I'm throwing myself at you like a schoolgirl, but I can't seem to help myself." I'm taken aback a little because I thought we were basically being cock teasers for each other, but he's serious. I yell in his ear, "Seth, you flatter me too much. You're as sexy as anyone, I'm nothing special at all when compared to you, Robby, and a lot of gay guys. If you build me up in your head too much, I'm bound to disappoint." He smiles, and shrugs, then takes my wrist and puts my hand on his head again. We chuckle and go back to our silly game. It is flattering he thinks I'm extra sexy, but it also puts pressure on me somehow. I mean, no one could live up to those expectations. It's almost like I want to try to be sexier for him, but I don't have a clue how to go about that. After finishing the second lawn, the four of us sit together at a small coffee shop for morning break. Seth's not as outgoing with the other guys as he's been with me, but he's not a bump on a log either, it's more like he's the new kid in the group and he's feeling his way along. Actually, it's impossible to find anything not to like about him so far. Chubby and Lee include Seth in the general goofing around and ball-busting, such as making fun of Seth's goofy haircut. Seth's a good sport, but occasionally he still puts an edge to something he says to these guys. I think again how he's no pushover, but he's far from a bully type. I'm surmising that he hasn't had the easiest time of it the last couple of years, and that's the cause of some edginess from him at times. Probably when he dropped out of high school his family wasn't at all accepting of that, which resulted in him moving out into a less than ideal situation in the one room apartment. Yeah, it's less than ideal, but probably better than what was going on at home. Working with stones and bricks is heavy labor, probably too hard for me to handle, but Seth had few options, I would think. After our coffee break, we finish the morning lawns without incident, but Seth and I do no more of our earlier silliness in the back of the truck, not that I sense any animosity from Seth. For lunch, Lee drives us to a small common area in the town we're working in. When the truck stops, I hold onto Seth's bicep when he starts to get up - and what a hard bicep it is. He looks questioningly at me, and I ask, "We're good aren't we? No problems, right?" He smiles saying, "Absolutely, I'm feeling like an ass, that's all. Can't think of anytime in my life I lost it like I lost it with you this morning. Dude, I'm not as big a geek as I seemed earlier, I'm really not. I don't know what came over me." He's shaking his head, mystified. I say, "Seth, you're about as far from a geek as anyone I've ever run into. We're cool, I don't have anything but good feelings about you." Trying to be funny, I add, "And anyway, believe me, I'm into compliments big time. Give me all you got, make lies up if you want. I'll believe them." He grins, "Okay, I confess I was lying when I told you you're sexy. It's all bullshit, I'm a pathological liar when it comes to compliments." I go, "I knew you were lying, I just knew it. Lie some more." He laughs and pats my back, saying, "I liked you right off, Dylan. Yesterday I said you we're like half-naive and half-puppy dog friendly, but I need to drop the naive part, the puppy dog friendly is right, but you're also a kid who would be a great friend, and you actually are sexier than the law allows in about half the states. I'm glad I met ya." We look at each other seriously for a second, then I ask, "More lies?" and he goes, "Yep." We grin at each other and get off the truck. Lee gets out his cell phone and calls Robby to tell him where we're at, and then we all get our lunches from the cooler and sit together on benches to eat lunch. Lee says, "Rob's on his way here with Ryan's replacement. He said there were plenty of applicants for summer jobs. That's not surprising in the current economy." We talk generally about that and about this morning's work and the little screw-ups that happened, laughing at ourselves and our blunders. Then Lee and Chubby do their phony question and answer routine where one of them makes up a crazy situation and asks the other for advice. The way they both think up funny situations on the spur of the moment is amazing to me. Ryan always laughed his ass off at this stuff, and I wish he were here laughing right now. Lee says, "Jeffrey, I have a good friend, his girlfriend picked him up the other day for a trip to the mall. They had a fight and she leaves him there with no way for him to get home, the bitch. Well, instead of calling me for a ride home, my buddy calls my girlfriend. He and my girlfriend know each other, but I'm wondering if I should be worried if something might be going on with those two?" Chubby says, "Jesus, Billy Lee, that's like saying two armed men in ski masks broke into your house: should you be worried? I mean, it's a bit fucking suspicious, don't ya think? He could have called you, or anyone with a car, or even taken a taxi. Your friend calling your girlfriend to cry on her shoulder is an open invitation for a game of tickle her tonsils." Lee says, "I see what you mean, Jeffrey." Chubby goes, "Maybe you can help me with this, Billy Lee. The other day I noticed one of my testicles hanging much lower than the other. Is that normal, or should I be worried?" Lee goes, "If one of them's dragging behind you, then no, it's not normal. But if the difference is an inch or so, then you're put together okay in the scrotum department. On the other hand, if your balls hang at the same level they'll be clanging together like fucking church bells every time you stand up, so that can be a problem." The way these guys say this stuff is funny to start with, and the outrageousness of the quick answers gets us all laughing, plus the curse words make it funnier somehow too, as the laughter gets contagious after awhile. They do a couple more off-the-wall questions with equally bizarre advice while we're all eating some lunch. After awhile Seth asks, "You guys got anymore?" Lee says, "Well yeah, I'm curious about something else, Jeffrey. My girlfriend wants to handcuff me during sex. I'm usually up for anything, but this feels like maybe crossing the line to me. Am I being too uptight?" Chubby goes, "Kinky sex has always seemed like too much work to me. It's a bit like camping. Why go to the bother of driving to the middle of fucking nowhere, putting up a tent and building a fire when you can toast a marshmallow in the oven at home? Also, bear in mind that if you say yes to the furry handcuffs, it'll just encourage this sicko to try more twisted stuff. She'll probably have you tied to the ceiling fan with piano wire by the end of the week." We laugh, and I ask for one more. Chubby goes, "Okay, yeah, I'm curious about something too, Billy Lee. I've got an uncircumcised penis, and apart from the embarrassment in the locker room, the thing is also maybe preventing me from getting laid as often as I'd like. Is it too late to get Captain Winky cut?" Lee chuckles, then gives his advice: "Okay, first of all, if you go around calling it Captain Winky, I ain't fucking surprised no one wants to unzip your pants. As for getting circumcised at your age, yeah, of course you can get it done. Anything can be done these days. You could have it painted red, white, and blue and put it on upside down if you wanted to. But if you're thinking that's what will get you more action in the bedroom, you need a shrink, not a surgeon." We clap at the quick wits, but Lee says, "No more. My fuckin' brain is locking-up on me." Seth tells a joke: "A guy meets a girl in a bar and asks if he can buy her a drink. She tells him sure, but it won't do him any good. Later he asks again and she gives him the same answer that it won't do him any good, but sure, buy me another drink. This goes on a couple more times with her taking the drink, but warning it won't do the guy any good. He finally asks her to join him in his hotel room and she's okay with that too, although it's not going to do the guy any good. In the hotel room the man tells her she's so beautiful he wants her for his wife. She says, "Oh, that's different. Send her in." We groan and snicker, but only because of the unexpected punch line. Then Chuck Tannum, the landscape crews' boss, drops off Robby and another kid and they walk over to join us. We all look up at them expectantly, and Robby says, "Hi guys, I'd like you to meet Homer Bailey, he's joining our crew." He introduces each of us and Homer gives a one-shake handshake to everyone, mumbling, "Nice to meet ya." He's maybe six feet tall, no taller than that, with a bulky body, but he's not fat. Brown hair cut in a buzz, but the last haircut he had I'd guess was at least two months ago because his hair is now an unsightly inch and a half, evenly, all over his head. Homer's nose is too long and he has one of those unfortunate bulging Adam's apples, but other than that he's average looking. Certainly nothing about him that interests me, so maybe Robby's dropped his notion of hiring only cute boys for his crew, and thank God for that. It'll give my boner-influenced brain a much needed rest. Robby tells us Homer's twenty years old, a college student at Temple University in Philadelphia, and that he's worked with landscaping in Pennsylvania before his dad got transferred to Massachusetts this past May. Hmmm, Ryan's father gets transferred to Georgia and Homer's dad gets transferred here; Georgia is getting the best of these transactions. Homer's a boy I wouldn't check out once, never mind twice. There are a majority of boys that fall into that category, but since I concentrate on just the cute minority, it might seem like there are lots of cute boys in my life, but the opposite is true. Most boys I pass by in life are more like Homer than Seth. For Homer's sake I'm hoping he's part of the majority as far as sexual orientation goes, because if not he'll have a hard time matching up with the much more limited supply of gay possibilities. On the plus side, Homer seems like a regular guy who maybe won't add much to the enjoyment of the crew, but he probably won't detract from it either. Someone like Derek didn't add anything positive and in fact he detracted, making the work place much less fun because of his presence. While there is a definite scarcity of truly cute boys, maybe there are a few more than the national average in my hometown. That's just the luck of the draw. At Merrimack, where there are hundreds of boys about my age, the truly cute ones are rare. Robby assigns Chubby to work with Homer, so I lucked out a couple of days ago with my assignment to work with the delicious Seth. When we take off for our first job after lunch it's Robby driving the truck with Lee next to him riding shotgun. Chubby and Homer are in the back sitting where Chubby and Lee used to sit. Seth and I are sitting on the other side of the truck bed; it's fucking musical chairs around here lately. If Ryan can't be sitting beside me, I couldn't possibly have a better replacement than Seth. I'm lucky like that most of the time. I've made a few bad sex choices with sex partners in the past, like that old dude in the House Of Blues and that weirdo Alan Snyder, who was my boss at Stop and Shop. I guess Willie wasn't the best choice in the end, but most of the time things work out well for me where gay boys are concerned. Like I said, I'm lucky, and Seth's just one more example of that. As I mentioned, Chubby and Homer are riding in the back of the truck this afternoon, so Seth and I don't goof around like we did in the morning. It's a busy afternoon servicing large estates, but Robby's outworking all of us so we make up some time and finish pretty much on schedule. We're back at headquarters by quarter to four and finish cleaning the equipment by four o'clock. A weekend looms ahead of us and I can't help but wonder how different it will be without Ryan to hook up with. Tonight Robby and I have our date, but what about Saturday night when Robby's with Travis Pickles? What will I do, call Ray? I promised myself I wouldn't do that; my plan was to let him and his posse fade away. Since Devon McCarty will be at my place tomorrow around noon for a haircut, it sort of connects me with Ray. Devon's got a mop of wavy hair that his parents have been nagging him to get cut. Can't say I blame them, and it'll be fun cutting it. What the hell, I'll probably extend my relationship with Ray one more night at least. Seth's showing great promise though, so this very well could mean the end of Ray. One of the great things about buddy sex is there's very little commitment between the participants and that means I won't have a guilty conscience severing ties with Ray. I'm thinking those thoughts in the locker room when Seth puts his hand on my shoulder, and says, "It was fun today, Dylan, can we set, um, a night next week to see a movie or something?" I reach over and run my fingers through his awesome hair again, saying, "Sure. Were you serious about me giving you a haircut?" With a grin on his face, he goes, "I'm damn serious, but I lied about my lies; I lied when I said I lied. I'm never gonna lie to you again. No, that's a lie, too. I'll probably lie to you about something, sometime or other." That makes me laugh, "Seth, if you think you're confusing me, you're right. I don't know if I can believe a word you say." He stuffs his two sets of work clothes in a satchel, chuckling, "Actually, I don't lie, Dylan. You can believe every embarrassing thing I said to you today. I swear to God, I've never thrown myself at anyone before in my life, but that's because I hadn't met you yet." I grin, "Is that another lie?" He shakes his head, "No, it's the embarrassing truth, and yes I'd like you to give me a haircut. How much do you charge?" I go, "Are you kidding? I don't charge anything, it's something I do for my friends." He goes, "Awesome! That will bring down the average cost of my last haircut and the one you give me to twenty-five bucks each." I say, "And the haircut after that will bring the average down to about seventeen bucks." He grins, "And the one after that I'll be down to twelve dollars and fifty cents for each of my last four haircuts." I mumble, "I'm getting a headache with all this math." He says, "Let me feel your hair," and he runs his fingers through my short hair, saying, "Damn, you have awesome hair too. Not much of it, it's pretty short, but it's still awesome." I smirk, not sure if he's serious or not, then I tell him, "Robby and I used to have the best hair in Framingham, that's until I checked your hair out. Now you're the champ, hair-wise." He goes, "To hell with our hair, when can we get together? I know I'm groveling after you again, but I can't seem to help it. Pathetic of me, but you're probably used to gay guys groveling over you." I say, "Not really. What's groveling mean anyway?" Seth says, "It means behaving in a servile or demeaning manner." Frowning, I ask, "Are you sure you dropped out of high school in your sophomore year?" Seth smiles, "Yes, but not because I'm stupid. I got a high school diploma on line. I'm self educated and thereby avoided all the ancillary bullshit, you know, all the subordinate crap that goes along with high school. And, of course, I didn't need to deal with incompetent, petty teachers either." I go, "That's impressive, but there are a lot of excellent teachers too. At least in my experience." He says, "I know, but the bad ones never get weeded out, bad ones like my father for instance." Hmmm, there's a lot of history behind Seth, I suspect. What would it be like being on my own in the world as a sophomore, like Seth was a couple of years ago? Damn, that's a scary thought. Chubby comes in and pats Seth on the back, asking, "How'd it go your first week on the job, Seth?" With a grin, Seth says, "Hi, Jeffrey. It went great thanks to your brother." Chubby's like, "You couldn't be in better hands, Dylan's awesome, he's my idol." I laugh, "My brother lies, Seth." He mutters, "I doubt it." Damn, I'm enjoying the compliments. Gotta be careful I don't start believing this stuff or I'll get a big head. Chubby gathers up my two sets of work clothes because it's his turn to wash them. He asks me, "What do you have going on this weekend, Dylan?" I mumble, "Robby and I are hooking up tonight, but I don't know about Saturday night. Are you free?" Chubby goes, "Tonight I've got a date with Gina and tomorrow it's MJ." Seth's like, "Stud man!" and Chubby says, "Yep, that's me. You gay boys don't know what you're missing." Seth and me go, "Ewwww," and Chubby chuckles, "Ewww, my ass. Dylan's never tried dating a girl, so he don't know if he'd like it or not. How 'bout you, Seth?" I look at Seth, who says, "Nope, I never tried it, but I haven't tried jumping off a tall building either, although I'm pretty sure I wouldn't like it." I say, "Me too," then to Seth, "How about after work Monday for your haircut?" Seth holds his fist out for me to bump with mine, as he says, "That's a date, Dylan! I'm anxious to get rid of this silly haircut I got last time." Okay, that's awesome, but I don't want to seem overly excited about it, so I just mumble, "Have a nice weekend, dude. It was great working with you." Seth says, "Ditto. I'll see you guys on Monday." Chubby pats Seth's shoulder, "See ya, Seth. Glad you're on our crew," and Seth takes off giving me a nice smile and a little wave on his way out. I feel so fucking guilty that I'm replacing Ryan so quickly, but what am I supposed to do? It just happened, I didn't go looking for a replacement, and I still love Ryan. Damn, I shouldn't need to feel guilty, so why do I? Chubby's like, "Man, it didn't take my big brother long to seduce the new kid." I ask, "How'd you know he's gay?" Chubby goes, "Um, because he told me, but I sure didn't expect it. Man, he's a damn good looking kid, though. You two would make an awesome couple. Now, if only I can find a girlfriend as good looking as your boyfriends." I chuckles, "Keep trying, Chubby, but be prepared to fail." We walk outside together and I light a cigarette to share with Chubby. He says, "This job rocks. The hours go by quickly every day, it's great working outside getting a tan, and the pay's pretty good, too." I agree with him, feeling good that he likes the job because I sorta talked him into taking it. It's awesome seeing him all day long, and he livens things up, too. He's fun to look at, and funny on top of that. Everyone likes my brother, which makes me proud we're brothers. I drive us home in the Jeep. He asks, "How about a haircut this afternoon, Dylan? Seth talking about it reminded me it's been almost a month since my last one and Gina likes this haircut, so I'd like a crisp look for our first date tonight." I'm always up for that, so I say, "Absolutely, Chubby." At the condo we go to the basement where Chubby adds our work clothes to my dirty clothes already in the washing machine, and gets it going as I get out the barber clippers. Chubby takes off his shirt, and even though we've worked all day in the hot sun, he still smells good. It's like I always say: Chubby's scent isn't the sexiest, but it's my favorite. I begin to give him a tight burr haircut, that I think is too short, but it's what he wants. He'd look cool in any hair style though, so it doesn't really matter how short it is. Halfway through the haircut I hug around his head and give him a long wet kiss on the side of his face. He doesn't complain about it because he's used to me doing it and he loves me too. I don't know for sure if he's bisexual, but it wouldn't surprise me if he was. Some people don't realize their true sexuality until later in life, and some never admit or act on it even though they recognize that they're bisexual, or even homosexual. Everyone is different and everyone has their own reasons for choosing the path they travel through life. Even though he's a creep, I've always been grateful to Carl Denton for 'outing' me to myself basically. He saw my gay nature before I acknowledged it. Guys like Willie and Seth understand their sexuality at an early age and don't fight it, they go with it and are probably better off for doing that. And that's probably the only thing Willie and Seth have in common. After dragging out the haircut as long as possible, I hand him the handheld mirror and he says, "Perfect! You're better than ever, Dylan, a real professional hairstylist." I say, "Yep, and without any formal training; I'm a genius is what I am." Chubby puts his shirt on, muttering, "A savant is more like it." My reply to that is, "No, that doesn't apply. Savants have a narrow area of brilliance associated with intellect. They may have spatial skills, visualizing an image in their heads and manipulating it. Comparing that to me knowing how to cut hair is a huge stretch." He looks at me frowning, so I explain, "That spatial stuff was on a final exam I was forced to memorize in Robby's study group." Chubby laughs, "My brother's turning into a brainiac." I mutter, "I'm hardly that." Chubby's putting the clothes in the dryer, saying, "Okay, you're a natural at cutting hair, but you're definitely getting even better at it. Thanks for the haircut and would you mind taking our clothes out of the dryer at the end of the cycle? I'll iron them sometime tomorrow or Sunday. Hey, how much money do you imagine we've saved over the years by cutting our own hair?" I shrug, "Two or three thousand dollars each, something like that." He says, "I feel richer already." Upstairs we give each other a quick hug, mumbling, "Have a good time tonight," to each other, and he's out the door. That was fun. Now I need to get ready for my date with Robby. I know Chubby's going to be occupied tonight, and mom's at work, so I'll see if Robby wants to hang out here. After my shower, I'm standing naked in front of the mirror that's over the bathroom sink, checking my face for signs of whiskers. Maybe there's something on my upper lip. You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to shave, hoping it might help the almost invisible little hairs on my face turn into whiskers quicker. Speed up the process. Someone told me if you shave, say your legs, the hair grows back thicker and maybe longer. Don't know if that's true, it certainly wasn't true of the sparse hair on Chubby's and my legs, but I got nothing to lose. Funny how whiskers are sexy to me now, as I used to hate the idea of them. The older I get the more I see things differently. Using a new disposable razor and the shaving cream that we normally use to shave pubes, I lather my face and shave for the first time in my life and when I'm done my face looks cleaner somehow. Maybe there were some fine hairs and maybe they'll grow in as whiskers sooner than later, or maybe they won't. Ray, Lee, and Seth look macho with their whiskers. The last time I saw Elliot he didn't have whiskers which is another example of how different he is from his brother. No way they have the same father, not that I'd ever mention that to either of them. Then I think about sexy Ray and decide I'm definitely going to go out with him Saturday night. Of course, I'm assuming he'll want to go out with me, but what if he doesn't? Hmmm, that will be a blow to my ego, fer sure. I get dressed, thinking about how Ray can be unintentionally dominant with our sex, and that makes me yearn for Ryan, who has it all: dominance and lover's sex, plus extemporaneous sex that is so hot we just about lose our minds. No sense trying to talk Robby into being more dominant. I tried that once with unsatisfactory results. Sometimes I wish I didn't have this sexually submissive fetish, but I do have it, so there's no sense denying it. Should I call Willie instead of Ray, and get the real thing? Nah, he'd gloat too much and Ryan's warned me to be careful who I play sub/dom sex games with, because I'm more than willing to take it too far. Maybe I can feel Robby out by setting it up as a game, acknowledging that he's not really being dominant, but just playing a sex game. He probably won't go for it because he tried it with Ryan and me in the early threesome days and he didn't really seem to be enjoying it all that much. Oh fuck it, lover's sex with Robby is awesome and I need to learn to let well enough alone. Wearing clean shorts and a tee-shirt, I slip into my sandals. Checking myself in the bedroom mirror now, I take off the dog collar, and wonder why I even put it on. I decide to change into a sleeveless tee so my tattoo is showing. I'm rocking my small hoop earrings and my sport watch. Brushing my hair back I see it's getting real fuzzy on top and touching my ears on the sides. Damn, Ryan's gone and he's the one who gave me a good haircut a few weeks ago. Now it'll be the less talented Robby doing the barbering. Oh well, I'll ask him when he wants to do haircuts, and pubes shaving too. Maybe tonight. Then I recall a week ago when I put mousse in my hair and Robby washed it out. That was pretty bossy of him. Yeah, I forgot about that. Robby's retained some of his bossiness so maybe he would go for a little sub/dom game. No harm in asking. My cell phone buzzes with a text message. It's from Robby, 'Hey Dylan, I'm on my way. Meet me at the curb. Okay?' Sure, it's okay and I text him that. One last check in the mirror and I decide I'm looking cool so I grab my cigarettes, some chewing gum, and I'm on my way. Outside I light a cigarette out of habit, and walk down the steps vacillating about bringing up the sub/dom thing. Robby pulls up to the curb two minutes later so I step on my cigarette butt and plop some chewing gum in my mouth. He parks in the first available spot, and I jog down to him. At the driver's side window, I lean my head in and Robby puts his hand behind my neck and leaves it there as we do a one-minute kiss with lots of tongue action. My tented shorts testify to how sexy I think he is, and my chewing gum ends up in Robby's mouth. He's different from Ryan, but Robby's very sexy in his own special way. We break the kiss and Robby gives me another quick one on my lips, then says, "I don't see you enough during the work day and we don't get together enough after work. I can't wait to get back to Merrimack where we're together most of the time." I go, "And we sleep together there, too." He says, "Yeah, that's the best part. How 'bout getting in the pickup, boyfriend." I ask, "Do you wanna hangout in my place?" He says, "Sure, but I need to run a couple of errands first. Come on, get in." So I go around and get in, asking, "What errands?" He says, "I need to drop these envelopes at the post office for dad, and then get over to the UPS store to mail Dodger his care package. Mom sends one every week including stuff for Connor as well. You know damn well his mother isn't sending him anything. Dad's keeping me busy after work, too. There's a lot more to being a supervisor than I expected, but on the plus side he gave me a raise tonight telling me I'm doing an excellent job." I go, "That must make you feel good," and he's like, "It's more a relief than anything else. With all the guys dropping out of my crew this first month, I was worried dad would think it's reflection on me somehow." We talk about the job for awhile, then talk about Dodger and Connor, laughing at the emails Dodger sends us giving his personal and unique take on Army life; some really funny shit. They're almost halfway trough basic training now, still homesick, but dealing with everything surprisingly well, especially considering Dodger's problem with authority figures. He's embraced his Army experience for the most part though, and he and Connor have become close in the process. I wonder if their relationship will become sexual even though on the surface they're very different boys. Robby and I talk about that a little; whatever we talk about, it's just nice to be alone with Robby. After all these years, he and I are very comfortable with each other. I'm happy to see he's still adopting the leadership role for us, which of course I love. It's so cool seeing him run his crew at work, and I like working for him. Maybe I'll work for him after college, which for most lovers might be a recipe for disaster, but considering my natural submissive nature I wouldn't have a problem with it. I like taking orders from him and I love his renewed confidence. He asks, "You going to be at the baseball game tomorrow, Dylan?" I go, "I don't know, what time's your game?" He says, "Eleven o'clock," which means I wouldn't be back in time for Devon's haircut, and I want to do that, but I don't want to mention anything to do with Ray to Robby, so I'm like, "Damn, I can't make it... I've got something I need to do for, um, mom." He says, "Too bad, but there's games all summer, you'll catch some of them I'm sure," and then he tells me who replaced Ryan at second base, adding, "He's nowhere near the fielder Ryan was. As the shortstop, I'm seeing the difference at practice. Did it surprise you how good Ryan was at baseball?" I tell him it was a surprise and we talk about Ryan some more. Robby claims he misses Ryan too, but he imagines I miss him more, which opens the door for me to say, "Yeah, I liked how bossy he was with me during sex. Remember, early in our threesome, you had him recreate what he and I did during sex? He spanked my ass and basically had me totally under control. Heh heh, it was embarrassing hearing him describe it to you though." Robby's like, "Yeah, I was terrible to do that, and I really apologize for that inexcusable behavior on my part. I thought I was a big-shot during that period because you both were kissing my ass so much. Now I feel bad about it, really bad. What a jackass I was." I go, "Oh, I don't know, some of it was pretty cool, Rob." I've slipped into calling him 'Rob' because we're talking about Ryan, but Robby doesn't even notice it anymore. He puts the mail in the slot at the post office, expecting it'll get handled first thing in the morning I suppose, then we drive to the UPS store talking about the threesome. I tell him Ryan sends me emails and text messages all the time, "He's not happy, Rob, the poor kid is back to being lonely again. Very few kids his age where they're living, so he can't wait for college in the fall." Robby goes, "You really miss him, don't you?" I mutter, "Yeah, I do," but figure I better change the subject before we get into too much detail about that. I tell him about Chubby and Lee's routine at lunch where they make-up questions, mostly of a sexual nature, and then the other guy makes-up humorous advice. I get most of one of their routines right and Robby laughs. Then I slip in the one about kinky sex and believe it or not, Robby says, "Would you like to try kinky sex sometime?" I pretend to think about it, then say, "We don't have handcuffs," and Robby's like, "The hell with handcuffs, I'll tie your ass up with rope and then fuck your brains out? Haha, how 'bout that?" I go, "Would you really?" He says, "Sure, why not? If that's something that gets you aroused, although I can't imagine getting aroused myself, but I'm not a prude, if you want to try it for our recreational fuck, sure." Oh boy! However, I say, "Let me think about that." Ryan and Willie have both tied my ass up and fucked my brains out, but somehow it seems even sexier to have sweet Robby do it. As I contemplate that, Robby runs Dodger's package into the UPS store, and when he comes out I say, "Yes, count me in. It sounds sexy being tied up by you. Really different, ya know?" Robby asks, "Do a lot of guys do this kind of thing?" I shrug, "Some do, but I don't know how many. Have you ever checked out the sex toys available online? Jesus, they'd blow your mind. Some very crazy stuff, but someone obviously buys the stuff or else it wouldn't be so available. We'll just use rope though, like you said a lot of that stuff is expensive." Robby's giggling, "Oh my God, I can see you now: naked and hogtied. Oh man, you're too much, Dylan." I go, "Well, maybe it will turn me off, but let's just see." This might be awesome. I'm really glad I brought it up, although I'm really surprised he went for it so quickly. Hmmm? I tentatively ask, "Um, did you and Ryan do any of this kind of thing?" He looks at me, "I thought we agreed not to describe side sex." I go. "Oh yeah, but I mean generally speaking." He says, "Generally speaking, Ryan wanted to try some of the stuff that dominant asshole he used to have sex with do to him, some minor stuff. That hasn't been the case for the last month or so though. He's changed a lot. There's the, um, obsequious kid I first let suck me off, and there's the one who moved to Georgia. Almost two different boys." This conversation leads me to ponder if Rob lost interest in sex with Ryan because Ryan stopped kissing his ass. He was still subservient to Rob in a way, but nothing like he was at the start of our threesome. Obviously, as Ryan was discovering his more dominant nature with me, he lost the heat of being submissive to Rob. That sounds too cold to throw in Rob's face though, so I just mutter, "Yeah, he did change, but I thought it was for the better." Robby says, "Oh yeah, definitely, I agree. I'm proud to have helped him find his way, and I do love the kid, but like I always say, I love him 'in a way', but nothing like the true love I have for you. Nothing like that at all, as I've told you many times." There's a confidence in the way Robby's saying things lately that I like a lot. I reassure him of my true love for him and he chuckles, saying, "It's awesome to hear that from you, and I feel it too, Dylan. That's the best thing that came out of our threesome." We talk about a three bedroom apartment in the fall and Robby's still for it, but with less enthusiasm then a month ago when he first mentioned it to me. Now it's lukewarm, as he mutters, "Yeah, we'll see how it goes. It's only fair since I started the whole mess in the first place, not having a fucking clue what I was doing, of course." That's magnanimous of Robby, I guess, but he did start it and encouraged it. To drop that subject while I'm ahead, I go, "We need to stop and get some rope. I don't have any." He asks, "Where do we buy rope?" I shrug, "That's a good question. I don't know, but maybe a hardware store." Yeah, where the hell do you buy rope? Robby drives to Home Depot, surprising me he'd go to all this trouble. It just proves that no matter how well you know someone, you can still be surprised by them. Is it possible this idea really appeals to him, or is he just trying to please me? Inside Home Depot an employee directs us to a section that has different types of rope for sale. I pick up a package, but Robby says, "No, that's too coarse, it would chafe your skin. We need cotton rope," and we find some of that. "It's softer," Robby explains. He takes it to the self-checkout and uses a credit card to buy the rope. On the way to the pickup, I ask, "Do you want to get some dinner first?" He puts his arm around my neck, saying, "Nope, I'm horny as hell to tie you up and fuck your brains out." Well, damn, that gets my dick's attention, but my brain wonders about how anxious Robby seems to do this. It makes me go over in my mind just whose idea this was. I'm pretty sure it was mine, although Robby's apparently adopted it as his own. Not that I mind. In the pickup we're driving back to my place with Robby saying. "First you get totally naked, and I think we should have a gag too, don't you?" I mutter, "I guess," and he says, "Yeah, that'll be cool. A scarf or something like that, then I'll hogtie you and maybe smack your ass a little. You like that, right?" Is he putting me on, or what? Inside my bedroom Robby goes, "Get undressed, boyfriend, while I open this package of rope." It takes all of fifteen seconds for me to get naked. Robby glances over, muttering, "Nice body," as he's still messing around trying to get the plastic off the rope, exclaiming, "These goddamn plastic packages are impossible to open." I ask, "Did you ever try to get Duracell batteries out of the plastic container?" He goes, "Yeah, it's a bitch. The plastic is thick and tough. Do you have a pair of scissors?" I pad into the kitchen, my dick swinging between my legs, and get the heavy-duty poultry scissors and carry them back into the bedroom where Robby's looking through my bureau drawers. He looks up, asking, "What can we use for a gag?" I come up with black socks of some stretchy material. "Try one of these socks, Robby. These things were a Christmas present, but I've never worn them because, well look at them, they're like socks for old guys." He looks and, stretching one, mutters, "Yeah, I wouldn't wear these either. Okay, stand there and I'll tie one of these socks around your head." He puts it across my mouth and ties it behind my head, chuckling, "I'll probably need to cut this thing off with that knot I tied in it." He looks at me, grinning, "This is kinda fun at that." Cutting the plastic he gets the rope out, cuts off a length of rope and ties my hands in front, then my ankles. He's tapping his lip, thinking for a second, then goes, "Oh yeah, maybe we'll do this," and loops a piece of rope between my wrists and ankles and tightens it until I'm bent over with my hands almost at my ankles; they're resting against my shins as I try a garbled, "I'm going to fall forward," but with the gaginmy mouth, it comes out, "Grarl flo war." He laughs, then I fall over. "Oh, is that what you said?" He's thinking again as I lay on my side on my bedroom throw rug, naked and completely hogtied, just like he said. Robby goes, "Just lay there a minute, I've got an idea," as he takes his clothes off. He helps me up and drags me to my bed to prop my face and stretched neck on the mattress, so I can't fall forward. He's trying unsuccessfully not to laugh at my helpless condition, muttering "This is too funny. Wait, first you need to suck my cock to get me hard." He swivels me around on the balls of my feet and steadies me with my forehead in his itchy pubes, that need to be shaved. "Okay," he mumbles, lifting my head with a hand under my chin so now my face is pressed to his cock and balls. He's chuckling again, "Maybe next time I'll tie you up differently." Next time? This is what I get for expecting an amateur to know how to do dominant sex. He rocks me back a little with a hand on my shoulder and holds his limp four-inch cock out, but I've got a gag across my mouth, the dummy. My eyes go to the top of their sockets looking at him, as he realizes his mistake. He looks frustrated now as he swivels me around again, muttering, "I'm glad you have the gag or you'd be making fun of my stupidity, but there are many ways to get a boner, huh?" As he thinks of one of the many ways to make a boner, I'm uncomfortably balanced on the bed with my neck stretched out and Robby keeping me from going over sideways with a hand on my ass. Then he goes, "This will work very nicely," and he starts rubbing his cock on my ass, murmuring, "Ahhh, nice soft buttocks: firm but smooth." It doesn't take long before I feel his cock getting hard and he now runs it up and back in my ass crack, mumbling, "Mmmm, this feels good." Then, in my bent over, stretched position, his dick goes between my legs poking the back of my scrotum. "Mmmm," he murmurs, "I could get myself off just doing this. Your skin against my boner feels awesome." I go, "Ump frreur," and he laughs, continuing to fuck me between my legs until he sighs, and I feel his precum on the back of my scrotum as my own cock is now a boner. It grew into one unbeknownst to me, but each time he bumps his crotch against my buttocks, the head of my boner bumps against the side of the mattress and the shaft rubs against one of my arms on either side of it. Damn, I surely know I have a boner now, but I was paying so much attention to what Robby was doing, I just now realized it. His boner's between my legs as a wet finger works its way up my ass. Robby says, "This is so cool having you totally under my control. When's that ever happened before? He works his finger around in my ass stretching it as much as my neck's stretched. This isn't comfortable at all, but he's tied me tightly and there's no way to get out of these bonds. At least he didn't think to tie my nuts like Ryan's done before. Being uncomfortable is part of being submissive, but I don't feel a trance coming on yet, which is too bad. I can't make it happen, it has to happen on its own. Robby pulls his finger out and plugs his boner up my ass with a quiet, "Mmmmm," from him. He pushed it right in past my sphincter muscle and then the rest of the four inches goes in, filling me up with cock. My facial cheeks puff out as I groan against my gag. My ass isn't as full like Ryan's cock fills me up, but it feels plenty good just the same. Robby humps my ass for a few minutes driving his boner inside me, while doing his quiet moans of pleasure. Then he mutters, "I love fucking you, Dylan. Getting fucked is good too, but this is the best sexual activity ever, especially with you. There's nothing as good as my naked cock up your primo ass." Guess he's alluding to this being better than fucking Ryan, or getting fucked by Travis. For a moment that green monster, jealousy, gets in my head. That's forgotten though when he abruptly pulls his boner completely out and smacks the shit out of my ass before ramming his boner back inside my rectum and fucking me fast. Somewhere along the way I get in a peaceful trance and my smacked ass feels awesome inside and out with my cock head wet now with precum. I'm going, "Mmm, mmm, mmm," in my head as he drives his boner back and forth in my rectum. He's humping hard against me, altering his trusts so his boner hits various parts of my rectum, and he does the thrusting while gripping my hips tightly and pulling me back into his hard thrusts. It's at least five minutes of very real sexually-arousing pleasure for me. I personally like getting fucked by a cute boy more than anything in the world, but Robby starts to grunt and whine with desire as his climax is on him, so this might be coming to a too quick ending. He slams into me, laying on the back of my head doing little tight thrusts shooting his cum load inside me. The little hard humps are followed by lazy regular thrusts as Robby moans to himself with the pleasure of orgasm; nothing compares to the short spike of intense pleasure an orgasm produces. Taking a deep breath, he pulls all the way out before I have my climax, leaving me desperate for it. He reaches both arms around my legs, and with his chest against my back, he hoists me on top of the bed. Gets on the bed himself, and plasters his face against my arms to get his mouth on my boner, his soft hair feeling nice on my arms as his mouth sucks as much of my cock as he can get to. Oh my God, this feels good. After being fucked hard this will quickly get me over the top. I don't want to think who else's cock Robby's been sucking, but he's doing a helluva job on mine, so he must be doing it with someone else to be this proficient. I prefer to believe it's Dodger's cock Robby leaned how to suck cock so good with. I'm soon moaning behind my gag, that's become saturated with spit by now. My hips try to hump as I feel my orgasm coming on me fast. Robby's tongue and lips suck and lick my boner, especially the head, and I thrust my whole body as cum gushes from my cock into Robby's mouth. I'm squealing along with the strings of cum shooting from my hard cock, but the squeals come out muffled. Maybe I should always wear a gag to avoid the embarrassing exclamation of sexual pleasure that escape my mouth when climaxing. Robby's sucking the last of the cum from my balls as I shudder and shake a few seconds longer. Oh what a fabulous feeing this is. After sucking another minute, Robby lets my cock slide off his tongue, and he says, "That was great, Dylan," as he unties the rope holding my hands to my ankles, and helps me straighten out. Oh man, does that ever feel good. He gets me laying on my back, then he lays next to me, grinning. After a minute of grinning at me, he says, "I'm thinking of calling home and telling them I'm spending the night with my boyfriend. It'll be fairly obvious what we're doing together, but they must suspect were doing sexy stuff anyway, wouldn't you think?" I make muffled sounds through the gag. He grins, saying, "And I'm keeping you tied-up all night too, with the gag in place, and there's nothing you can do about it. It's fun having you under my control. I'll let you have bathroom breaks, but other than that, I'll just fuck you all night." I know he's full of it because Robby wouldn't want to be so blatant with his parents about us doing anal sex, although he's right about them knowing we're doing it if they don't already suspect that's what we were doing all year at Merrimack, they're dreamers. The moms know too, of course, but it's not a topic I want to discuss with them. I mean, straight couples don't discuss their sex lives with their parents, right? So why would we? We lay like this with Robby rubbing my body, squeezing my ass, and playing with my saliva laden cock. After awhile he tires of the game and cuts the gag off, then leaves me tied on the bed and gets a wet washcloth to wipe the spit off my chin and around my mouth. He says, "I want to taste your mouth, so the gag had to go. How do you like me dominating your ass and sucking your big cock?" I go, "I liked it, but not the gag or the position I was in." "Oh, poor baby," and he kisses my face and then my lips as he holds my head between his hands. Good kisses and we get into a hot make-out for maybe ten minutes before Robby says, "I got a semi-boner again. I'm going to try to get it up your ass because that's where it feels the best." He rolls me on my belly and squeezes his cock between my tight buttocks; it's tight because my legs are tied together. He gets it in my ass and fucks me for another five minutes or so getting his boner really hard again. "Ahhh, that feels good," he moans, but pulls out, saying, "You're all sweaty, Dylan, not that I mind, but do you want to take a shower?" "Tied-up?" I ask. He laughs, "Of course not, and he unties my feet and then my hands, asking, "Wasn't that fun?" I go, "Most of it, yeah. You need better hogtying technique though." He mutters, "I guess so, but I don't know, kinky sex seems like a lot of work," which makes me laugh because that's the advice Chubby gave Lee about the kinky handcuffs sex. He said it was like going camping: driving to fucking nowhere to pitch a tent and build a fire when it's easier to cook a marshmallow in the oven at home. It was something like that. I tell Robby, and he goes, "Chubby might be right, but it was certainly different doing this with you. Anything is fun with you, Dylan," and we make-out some more with our arms around each other this time, which is a much better way to do it. We both take a shower, but not together because it's too tight a fit in my small shower. Ryan's smaller and we can manage okay, but not easily. Afterwards we're gonna go out for dinner and then return to my bedroom for lover's sex, which I'm now anxious to have with Robby. He seems very inexperienced with kinky sex, so maybe he wasn't doing it with Ryan and certainly not Travis, who I assume is the top for them. Maybe Rob and Ryan did some kinky sex together, but it wasn't tying Ryan up. It could have been something else, but so what, that's old news now. I'd do this again with Robby, that was a damn hot orgasm I had... yeah, I'd do it again. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax free donation to nonprofit Nifty. Occasional small donations covers the expenses of maintaining a free story site for all to enjoy. Thank you.