Date: Mon, 7 Oct 2013 05:09:30 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: final edited Chapter 31 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 31 by Donny Mumford Wow, Ray gave me one hell of a fuck in the backseat of his car after the softball game Sunday. It left me walking bowlegged with my ass protruding, and that hasn't happened since Key West. That was an hour and a half ago though, and my asshole's has closed up to pretty much normal after being stretched unbelievably by the mushroom head of Ray's cock. I didn't notice the big mushroom head the first couple of times we had sex, although he's always fucked good. Lately he's becoming more sexually aroused and that's causing the head of his cock to swell up big time. He's probably getting more aroused because of the foreplay we've been doing. Whatever it is, he claims he's never been as turned on as he is by our latest sex together. It's about as good as it gets, but I'm not experiencing the sexual heat from sex with Ray that I get from Robby, and especially Ryan. With Ray it's ancillary things that get me hot, like his whiskers, chest hair, and especially his sexy BO smell, which isn't the offensive kind of BO at all. I smell my arms that rubbed Ray's pits when I hugged him, and his BO smell is very prevalent on them still. The odor's associated with that great fuck and smelling it makes my dick move in my pants. Like I said, the BO gets me aroused during foreplay too, but naturally the mushroom head on his cock takes over once he begins fucking me. Anyway, it was great, but while getting fucked I missed an invitation to dinner from Chubby and a few friends from Merrimack. So, I expected to be staying in tonight, except just now a posse member, Manny, called to invite me to play poker with some of the guys. It's a dime/quarter game, which means a dime ante and a maximum bet of a quarter, and probably a limit of three raises. So you can lose money of course, but it's highly unlikely anyone, even a sucky poker player like me, will lose twenty dollars. I'm kinda looking forward to it, but Ray won't be there so I'm a tad uncomfortable too, as I hardly know the guys. Guess I need get to know them since I'm in Ray's posse now. With Ryan in Georgia, and Ray fucking me so good, I'm gonna see if this posse thing works for me. Manny's picking me up any minute now. I go outside and wander down the steps to the curb smelling one arm, then the other. Damn, Ray's sexy BO scent is on both my arms and now it's got me playing pocket ball with myself. Manny drives up with ponytailed, Dawg, in the passenger seat. They both get out for our ritual fist bump and quick hug. Manny's like, "Dylan, my favorite barber. How ya doing, dude?" Dawg's the quiet one, muttering, "Hi, Dylan," with his hug. I return their greetings and we get in the car. As the posse rookie, I sit in the back seat. Dawg turns around in his seat, and says, "I feel left out being the only one without one of your haircuts, Dylan." I tell him, "Anytime, Dawg. What's your real name anyway?" He says, "Dwight Dawkins, but my friends call me, Dawg." I go, "Well, okay then, Dawg it is." He asks, "What about a haircut?" He's very soft spoken, which doesn't go at all with his tattoos, pierced eyebrow and lip, and those extender earrings, or whatever they're called. I say, "Of course, Dawg, everyone in the posse gets free haircuts. What'd you have in mind?" He shrugs, "I've been rocking my ponytail all my life. It's scary thinking of getting it cut off." Manny says, "If you're gonna do it, do it all the way and get a burr haircut like Ray and I have; don't go half-ass." Dawg looks back at me, asking, "Whadda you think?" I go, "Whatever you feel comfortable with, Dawg." He frowns, muttering, "I'm gonna do it because I need a change." Damn, it'll be cool cutting his ponytail off. I say, "Sometime next week, okay? Some day around five o'clock." Dawg again mutters, "I'm gonna do it," and Manny asks, "How about now, Dylan, before Dawg can change his mind. It'll blow the guys' minds at the card game." Dawg goes, "Oh God," and I shrug, mumbling, "Sure, it won't take long." Manny pulls onto a side street and turns the car around, saying to me, "Text Jameson that we'll be a couple minutes late, but don't tell him why." He gives me the number and I text that we'll be late, but we'll have a big surprise for them. Dawg's playing with his ponytail, looking worried. Manny parks at my place again, and the three of us go up the steps with Manny asking, "Can I cut the ponytail off, Dawg?" Dawg mumbles, "Oh God, I guess." We go downstairs where Manny says, "You need to take your shirt off, Dawg." Dawg mutters, "Oh God," as he pulls his tee-shirt over his head. I check for chest hair, but Dawg's like me, smooth chested. Manny tells me to get the barber stuff and for Dawg to sit on the stool. Plugging in the clippers, Manny asks, "Should I use clipper or scissors, Dylan?" I hand him the scissors, saying, "Just above the elastic band is where you want to cut. You'll probably need to work your way through it because it won't come off with one snip of the scissors." He picks up the ponytail, grinning at me, and without giving Dawg one last chance to change his mind, Manny starts sawing through all that hair. The scissors are very sharp and it takes only three tries before the long ponytail comes away in Manny's hand. He twirls it around his head, then lays it across Dawg's shoulder. He reaches up and pulls it off his shoulder, then throws it on the floor, mumbling, "Good, now I have to go through with it." I don't mess around with the scissors like I did with Jameson and Sonny. Using the quarter-inch guide I run the clippers up the side of his head, and continue around his head as a blizzard of nine-inch long hairs tumble to the floor. When the sides and back are very short, I comb the top hair up and run the clippers along the comb and tons more of long hair joins the pile on the tile floor. Dawg says nothing as I cut and cut. I'm giving him the short burr version like Ray asked for, and fairly soon Dawg looks scalped compared to how he looked ten minutes earlier. As I use the trimmers around his ears, I ask, "Don't you want to feel it, Dawg?" He says, "I'm afraid to." I finish, thinking this short burr haircut goes with his 'look' better than the ponytail. I pass him the handheld mirror and he looks at his very short hair, running his hand over his head. After a few seconds, he says, "Oh God." Manny rubs Dawg's head, saying, "Now you're finally like the rest of us." I tell him, "It looks good on you, Dawg, really." We clean up the shorn hair and I put the clippers and stuff away, then we're on our way to the card game again. Outside the condo, Dawg says, "I feel the air on my head for the first time ever. I'm glad I did it." I'm thinking he's trying to talk himself into it, but it's done now. It would take him two years to grow out his hair as long as it was before getting it all cut off. Manny drives us to Devon's house, which is just down the street from where Bean lives. After his haircut, Bean took me inside his house to show his parents. I can only hope Dawg's parents like his new look as much as Bean's parents did. On the other hand, with all Dawg's body art, his parents apparently don't care what he looks like. When we park, Manny tells me, "Bring that bag next to you, Dylan." I get out of the car carrying the bag, realizing it isn't only Ray who treats me like a rookie in the posse. Manny feels comfortable doing it too: first ordering me to text Jameson, then giving Dawg and me orders in my condo, and then telling me to carry his bag of snacks. As we walk up the front walk I rub Dawg's burr head and he looks at me with a smile, and says quietly, "I forgot to thank you for the haircut." I go, "No problem, it was fun cutting your hair." Manny rings the doorbell and Devon's mom answers, saying, "Hi, boys," and then, "Is that you, Dwight?" Dawg blushes, mumbling, "I got my hair cut off." She says, "It looks good, Dwight. The guys are in the rec room downstairs." We mumble, "Thanks," and I follow Manny and Dawg downstairs. Oh my God, the commotion they made over Dawg's new look, everyone's rubbing his head, Dawg's face a bright red. In addition to Manny, Dawg and me in the rec room there's Jameson, Devon and his brother Sonny. All with my haircuts. But Bean, who's the only one besides Ray I sorta feel comfortable with is not there. After Dawg is mauled, we do the fist bump and quick hug; the three guys in the rec room with the three of us who have just arrived. When Sonny does it with me he gooses my ass and drags his lips across my cheek, then says, "Ew, you have BO, Dylan." I go, "It's Ray's BO, on my arms," and I hold my forearm up for Sonny to smell. He says, "That's his alright. You were with Ray after the softball game, weren't you?" I say, "Yeah," and Sonny asks, "What'd you two do together?" I go, "You'll have to ask Ray, because as far as I'm concerned, it's private." The other guys are staring at Sonny and me, as interested as Sonny. Jameson says, "Let me smell your arm," so I hold it up to him, as Manny asks, "What you and Ray did, does it have anything to do with the way you're walking kinda bowlegged?" Sonny says, "Oh my God! How'd it feel, Dylan? I might ask Ray to do it to me." Jameson mutters, "That's Ray's BO, alright, but let's play cards, guys." We get sodas first, then we stand around eating the snacks. Sonny says to me, "Come on, Dylan, tell me what it's like having Ray's dick up your rear end; I'm bisexual now, too." I go, "Sonny, being bisexual isn't something you choose, you either are or you're not." He says, "Well, I am. What was it like," and he rubs my head and then squeezes the back of my neck and runs his finger down my back, then gooses my ass again." Devon shouts, "Sonny! Stop that." Sonny gives me the chills when he runs his finger down my spine. He says, "I'm not doing anything, Devon." We finally get around to playing cards, but between each hand, whoever's not dealing, gets up for snacks. I get a goose on my pecker from Sonny a few times with him grinning at me and putting his index finger to his lips going, "Shhhh," because he doesn't want me to tell his brother, as if I would. I'm about even, money-wise, after the first hour. The posse plays all kinds of variations of poker, rarely seven-card stud or three-card draw. After a hand, Devon says to me, "Run upstairs, Dylan, and ask my mom or dad for a bag of ice from the freezer." I hesitate for a second and he shrugs, saying,"You're the rookie; that's what Ray told all of us." I nod my head, muttering, "Yeah, I guess I am," and when I go upstairs I hear the TV in the family room, but the kitchen's right here so instead of bothering his parents I open the freezer and get a bag of ice and take it to Devon. He says, "Thanks," and pours it in the cooler with the sodas, and the game goes on. It's funny how emotional these guys get over winning or losing a hand. Lots of ball busting and joking around, too. It's actually a fun time except for Sonny trying to prove he's bisexual. Hell, maybe he is, but leave me out of it. I don't complain though because I'm the new guy and I don't want to disrupt everyone's good time. I finally win a big pot playing acey-deucy and now I'm up about eight bucks. Could this be the first time I win at poker? These guys are very much like the guys at college when we had a poker game. Maybe I was wrong and you actually don't grow up much in the almost two years from their age to mine. By the end of the night I'm feeling like one of the boys, but it's not a winning night for me after all. I end up losing about three dollars, so it's almost my first winning game of poker. Devon says he's tired around eleven o'clock, so that's what breaks up the card game. We all do the one arm hug with a fist bump, which doesn't take long. Devon says he'll clean up the rec room in the morning and we file out to the cars. On the way to my house we talk about the game. I get dropped off, and walking up the steps, I'm feeling pretty good about the night. A few weeks ago I told myself, half jokingly, I need to make some straight friends around here, not just at Merrimack, and now I think I have. Sniffing Ray's BO on my arms keeps me awake as I lay in bed springing a hard boner while thinking about that fuck this afternoon. After awhile I do something I haven't done in a while, I jerk off into a sweat sock while smelling my arm laying in bed. I'm not blaming Ryan, but because of him I can't get by with only random sex. He and I used to fuck three or four times a day. We're like two peas in a pod when it comes to that. We turned each other on something crazy like, and it was so friggin' hot and sexy. Oh my God, Ray's fuck was great, better than great, but he wasn't even going to do it initially. Only because I joined his posse did he give me what he called a 'bonus fuck'. Robby's got a cold and I can't have sex with Seth tomorrow because it could mean I'll lose future sex with Ray. My sex life seems mundane without Ryan and I hate going back to jerking off because the climaxes aren't anything like the climaxes that come with sex. The orgasm I just had from jerking off was a pale imitation of the one Ray fucked out of me. There's no residual sensations after cumming from using your fist, it's just an, "Ooh," and then it's over. Well, the next thing I know it's Monday morning, so my jerk off last night at least allowed me to get to sleep. And I'm not bowlegged, so alright! Showering washes Ray's BO off my arm, but I had to shower for that. Then, what the hell, I shave again. Jeez, doing this every morning is going to be a pain in my ass. But wait, you don't need to shave, only buzz your whiskers to keep them looking like two days' growth. Oh yeah, that won't be bad at all. Of course it would help if I had some whiskers. Outside I find Chubby waiting for me, for once. He's bubbly about Gina, his new girlfriend, and talks about her halfway to work, then asks me, "Where were you yesterday? A couple of Merrimack guys and me had dinner at the Ninety-nine; we had a lot of laughs." I say, "I was hangin' with Ray and the guys," then to get off that topic, I ask, "What'd you make for our lunch?" He goes, "You're in for a treat, bro. I've got two of my famous chicken salad sandwiches on rye bread, two for each of us that is, plus those vanilla cupcakes that we both love, barbecue potato chips, and large iced teas." I ask, "How many cupcakes for each of us?" He says, "Well, the minimum I would think is three, so that's what I got." I go, "Excellent!" He asks, "So you were still playing softball when I called?" I shrug, "I guess so, I didn't have my cell phone with me when I played, as didn't want to take a chance of breaking it." He tells me some of the shenanigans he and the Merrimack guys got into at the restaurant, and then we're at work. Ryan's absence is most obvious to me getting out of the Jeep at work. He always came right over to me, and then after changing into our work clothes, we'd sometimes make out in the furnace alcove. Shaking my head, I walk inside the locker room and change into my work clothes wondering if Robby's going to make it to work today, and also, where's Seth? I find out the answer to both questions on the blacktop. Seth had already changed and when he sees me, he and I walk towards each other, "Yo, Dylan, how was your weekend?" I go, "Hey, Seth, the weekend was great." He goes, "Today after work," and he takes his hat off and rubs his hair, asking, "Right?" I nod my head, "That's cool. What kind of haircut do you want?" He says, "Mostly I want to get rid of this rooster look. The long hairs going down the middle of my head look silly. I don't know why I thought it was cool at first." I run my fingers through his hair and is it ever silky and thick. I say, "Awesome hair though, Seth. I've been giving a lot of haircuts lately, mostly short haircuts, but I can cut any style." He says, "I don't know, this is about as short as I've ever had it cut." I tell him about me giving a buzz cut to Dawg, who had a ponytail. Seth's like, "Talk about extremes. What do you think about my haircut?" I say, "Well, Robby and I used to have flattops and that looked cool with our blond hair. How about trying that?" He says, "Man, that sounds short," and then Robby comes out of the supervisor's meeting and calls us together. He's really hoarse when he speaks, and his nose is stuffed-up. He says, "Aha, Homer, you showed up for more. Good for you," and he pats Homer's back; then, obviously working at being upbeat, although it's a struggle, he enthusiastically says, "Chubby, Dylan, Lee, Seth, good to see you this morning. Well, I'm contagious as you can probably tell, I've got a wicked cold, but my motto is 'rise up with the sun, and labor till the work is done,' so I'm here. Today isn't anything special, just a run of suburban homes, one after another. Load up the regular equipment and we'll get started." When the truck's loaded we climb aboard, Homer and Chubby on one side, and Seth and me on the other. Lee's the assistant supervisor so he sits with Robby in the cab of the truck. There's just the one big mower in the back of the truck so Seth and I can't mess around too much, although we do shout into each other's ear trying to be heard above the roar of the traffic, wind, and the truck's loud engine noise. The third time Seth cups my ear to shout, "You smell good," then he licks my ear making me think about meeting him after work. Am I going to take a chance and do some alley-catting, assuming Seth's interested? He's given every indication that he is interested so it's probably up to me. Damn the rules everybody has; what's with all the rules anyway? Willie had them, so did Ryan and of course Robby, and now Ray. Who'd of thought Ray would have the no alley-catting rule? I yell in Seth's ear, "You smell good and sexy," and then of course I stick my tongue in his ear, glancing over at Homer and Chubby. Homer's showing something to Chubby; it looks like a picture. As long as they're not looking at Seth and me sticking our tongues in each other's ear, we're good. At the first job site Seth's getting a weed whacker from it's secured spot, asking me, "Do I dare get my hopes up that we can do something together after my haircut?" I don't know what to say so I grin, mumbling, "What a crazy thought," which isn't very informative, but I don't know what I'm going to do. Messing with Seth not only violates Ray's rule, it does the same to Robby's. Seth would be my second sex partner and Robby already knows about Ray. I really want to taste Seth though, so it a dilemma alright. It'd be irresponsible of me to have sex with Seth and probably unfair to lead him on. Yeah, but I keep forgetting that if I do it with Seth, I can then confess to Ray and he'll dump me, and then Seth will be my one sex buddy on the side. Of course that isn't exactly following the letter of the law, but will probably skate by Robby. That's fine except I find I don't want to get dumped by Ray, as I'm liking his sex and the posse's kinda fun, too. No, I can't take a chance. I'll put Seth off and see how it goes with Ray for awhile longer. It's only fair because Ray hasn't done anything that's given me a reason to treat him badly. Plus, the talk Ray and I had after our fuck gave me a little bit of a guilty conscience for the way I used to mock him and lead him on when he was merely looking for some help with his new bisexuality. The job this Monday plays out like most days: morning break for coffees and pastry, then switch job responsibilities and cut grass until lunch. Lee and Chubby do their comedy routine during lunch, and the highlight was Lee giving Chubby a problem he has. "Jeffrey, I dropped my girlfriend's new iPad in the toilet while jerking off to an x-rated website. Now the screen isfrozen on a... well, you get the idea." Chubby says, "It happens all the time. They should build those iPad's with fucking windshield wipers considering the amount of abuse people like you give them. I mean, for fuck sake man, in the shitter? As for my advice... well, you've got two options. Number one: Own up... which means she's gonna have to stare at some gruesome fucking grandma-and-donkey shot while she plugs it into her computer trying to reset the thing. Or, number two: Come home with a black eye and tell her you've been mugged." There were others, but they couldn't top themselves after that one. Then, after lunch, the afternoon goes normally and we're now back in the locker room changing into our street clothes. I'm still conflicted about having sex with Seth, which intrudes on my anticipation of how cool it'll be giving him a haircut. In the old days I'd just go with the flow and whatever happened between Seth and me would happen without me worrying that there'd be consequences. Well, as it turns out there were consequences because Robby finally got fed-up with my alley-catting, which led to the threesome thing between Robby, Ryan, and me, but I didn't realize that at the time I was alley-catting around. What to do? I really don't know, but Seth is right here looking eatable and he's apparently willing. He bumps me with his hip, quietly asking, "Um, if I'm not being too nosey, are you a top or a bottom?" I glance at him, then answer his question with one of my own, "How 'bout you, which do you prefer?" He puts his hand on my shoulder, "To be honest with you, I don't really know. I'm really inexperienced at both." That's a little surprising. "Do you mean you've never had sex?" He looks around at the twenty guys changing with us, then mutters, "Um, can we talk about this in the car?" I tell him, "Sure, let me tell my brother I've got a ride home with you." He nods and I walk over to where Chubby and Lee are laughing about something. Chubby looks up, and I say, "I've got a ride home with Seth, Chubby. He wants a haircut." Lee asks, "You give haircuts, Dylan?" I nod, mumbling, "To my friends, sure. Do you want one?" He says, "My mom works at Supercuts so I get free haircuts, but thanks for asking." Chubby says, "Okay, that's great, Dylan, I'm working this afternoon so I'll go straight to MJ's father's and get started early. Can you hold off dinner until say seven-thirty so we can eat together?" I tell him, "Of course, just text me when you're on your way. How about pork chops, or better yet, ribs cooked with dark baked beans and brown sugar, with barbecue sauce?" He's like, "Yum, make 'em sweet and tangy, bro." We exchange grins, as I mutter, "You got that right, Chubby. See ya later," and walk back to Seth, asking, "Ready to go?" We walk over to Seth's car, a ten year old Toyota that's seen better days. I say, "Let me have a cigarette before getting in your car, okay?" Seth says, "Hell, you can smoke in the car. The air conditioner doesn't work so the windows will be down." I go, "Okay, that's even better," and we get in. Seth starts the car as I'm lighting my fourth cigarette of the day, muttering, "It's a bitch we can't smoke on the job," and Seth says, "I'm nervous about this afternoon, can I bum a smoke off you? I'm trying to quit, but like I said, I'm nervous." I give him a cigarette, asking, "You're nervous about me giving you a haircut?" he says, "Thanks for the cigarette. No, I'm not nervous about the haircut at all; I'm nervous about what comes after. I'm nervous and very excited about it at the same time." As we drive out of the parking lot, I take this opening as an easy way out for me to eliminate making a decision, and say, "Jeez, Seth, we don't need to do anything special after your haircut, we can just hangout together. Hey, do you want to have dinner with Chubby and me tonight?" He nods, "That'd be great, thanks Dylan, but I do want to do something with you after the haircut, I just don't know what. Like I said, I'm inexperienced in the sex department. I've had random sex, but very rarely and never with anyone I particularly liked. Not with anyone my own age either, but it's like I'd get so fucking horny, I jumped at offers from older guys and it wasn't satisfying at all. Afterwards I'd feel bad about it, but if some stranger or someone I barely knew offered sex two months later, I'd jump at the chance too." Jesus, that sucks! I mutter, "It was protected sex I hope?" I'm a bit hypocritical asking that since I rarely use a condom, but the kids I have sex with are safe. A stranger, or someone I barely know, is a different story, but that was in my alley-catting days anyway. It's different now. Seth says, "Of course a condom was used, I was horny, not suicidal." Hmmm. I mumble, "Well, I'm not suicidal either, but if I'm sure a kid's safe I go bareback. It's very rare that I have sex with someone I just met," as I think of that older guy in the House Of Blues and that dork Alan Snyder; both times with a condom. The same for that cute kid at the party Chubby and I went to where he and Mary Jo had the fight, he used a condom too. What was his name? Never mind that, Seth's is a hard story to hear, and as I drag on my cigarette thinking how lucky with sex I've been, and how being in the right place at the right time is so important. And that holds true in more things than just sex. Yeah, I've been lucky, and I've been taking it for granted, too. Seth's really been dragging on his cigarette and now he flicks it out the window, and says, "Mostly it's oral sex for me anyway, but the few times I've had anal sex, two times as the top and maybe four or five times as the bottom, a condom was always used; my ass ached afterwards every time. I couldn't tell you which one I like better because mostly I was afraid, nervous, or hating on myself for doing it with whoever I was doing it with." It just gets worse and worse. Man, I really feel bad for Seth. With smoke escaping my mouth, I tell him where to turn to get to my condo, then say, "Seth, that sounds horrible. I can't believe you never bumped into a gay kid your own age to form a relationship with." He shrugs, muttering, "I'm not lucky, Dylan, plus I dropped out of high school so there weren't many kids my own age around. Certainly not in the run- down neighborhood where I live, and none on the job I worked at. If I was old enough I'd try gay bars, but I've got over a year before I can do that. I'm just not a lucky person, I guess." Then he looks over at me and grins saying, "Until now, that is." Gulp, talk about pressure. How can I not help him out. Yeah, this would be sex to help a bud out, like when Connor went in the Army. If I get caught, Robby will understand, and like I said, the chance of Ray finding out is so remote I shouldn't concern myself with it. And, dammit, I'm going to help Seth with this. I finish my cigarette and flick it backwards, but it bounces off my arm and ends up on the floor with me undoing my seat belt and retrieving it to drop out the window muttering curse words under my breath. Seth says, "Don't worry about the cigarette causing any damage in here. This car's a piece of shit already." I say, "I suck at flipping butts. Well, as to what we're talking about, I'm not going to let you down, Seth. Your choice, top or bottom?" He goes, "Man, I feel like a little kid with this, and I feel like I'm begging you, but be that as it may, I do need you to help me with this. I want to finally have a good feeling about sex. Up until now I've only had bad experiences with it. I'd probably make an ass of myself trying to be the 'top', so I'll ask you to do that since you're experienced. Will you tell your boyfriend?" Which one? But I know he's referring to Robby, so I say, "I don't know right now, and I'd appreciate you not mentioning it until I decide about telling Robby." Seth looks over again, saying, "I really don't want to cause a problem for you two. I'll understand if you'd rather not, really I will." I say, "We're of-age gay guys who are willing participants. I wouldn't do it if I wasn't a willing participant, Seth, and like I told you: you're a very cute, hot guy that I would think any gay person would be interested in having sex with. You must have the world's worst luck in love if you haven't connected with someone by now, and I'm serious about that." I think about my friend Connor again, who also isn't lucky, but very desirable like Seth. We park below my condo and while walking up the steps. I say, "I don't have a condom, do you want me to get one?" I'm thinking I'll look in Chubby's bureau, as he always uses condoms for his girlfriend sex. The rare times he and I have had sex, he didn't use one. Seth says, "No thanks, the thought of your cock in my ass, skin against skin, is a dream come true. You don't believe me, but I've truly got the biggest crush on you imaginable. I won't even tell you the fantasies that I've had about you." I go, "Man, that's wicked flattering, but now I'm worried I'm going to be a huge disappointment to you, Seth. I'm nothing special, I assure you of that." He mutters, "Yeah, you are special, Dylan. You may not think so, but I'll bet others do, and I'm one more of them. It's virtually impossible for you to be a disappointment." Holy shit, talk about pressure! Inside my condo I get us Pepsis and he tells me the condo's nice, although he doesn't make a big deal out of it. We go downstairs as I tell him about not having a barber's cape, and he says, "I'll take my shirt off then." I mutter, "Good idea." He swallows some soda, then tells me, "I'll try that flattop you mentioned, if you don't mind." I go, "I don't mind at all," and get the barber stuff out again. The past week or so have been chock full of haircuts and it's really been fun. Oh my God, it would be a dream week for Dodger if he were me this past week. I can't will myself to have his haircut fetish, I've tried with little to no success, but it would be awesome if I had. Man, all the boners I'd have giving these short haircuts. Thinking of Dodger reminds me of his hot boyfriend, Vinnie. Dodger emailed me asking me to give Vinnie a haircut a couple of weeks ago, so I need to text Vinnie myself as he's apparently too shy to call me. Seth takes his shirt off and I glance over... he doesn't have hair on his chest. I didn't expect he would because he's like Robby and me with only tiny blond hairs on his arms that you can barely see. He's got himself a killer body though. It's very similar to Robby's; they both have an athletic build. All the masonry work Seth's done the past two years has built up some nice muscles, but not overdone like body builders' bodies. Some of those guys are grotesquely over-muscled, and don't get me started on woman body builders. Ugh! I motion to the stool and Seth grins, saying, "Oh yeah, it'll be easier if I'm sitting." He's so damn cute! To drag out the haircut I use scissors first, and comb up a bunch of the rooster hairs, as he called them, running down the middle of his head. I hold the hair between the first two fingers of my left hand and slice through it easily with the scissors. It's dense hair, but cuts like a hot knife through butter. Three inches of his silky blond hair tumble to his shoulder and slide to the floor each time I close the scissors. I already knew he smelled sexy from messing around with him in the back of the truck, but with his shirt off it's awesomely apparent that he has pheromones that I'm attracted to. Not to the degree of Ryan's, but Ryan's a million to one shot as far as my scent detection goes. Seth's pheromones are very appealing though. I get some more of his hair between my fingers and cut through it, saying, "Wow, Seth, I'm really turned on by the way you smell. I've a thing for natural scent on boys my age." He goes, "It's funny you mention that because I never even noticed how a guy smells until I met you. You definitely have something in your skin that gets me aroused." I mutter, "Thanks, it's pheromones. Some people pick-up on it and some don't. I've always been into it even while growing up. I first noticed it on my brother, but thought it was just because I love him so much. Then I noticed it on Robby when we started, um, going together. Well, even before we were actually sexually active. We used to do massages for each other which led to other things." He asks, "Massages?" and I say, "Yeah," as I put down the comb and scissors, then massage his shoulders and the back of his neck, saying, "Like this." Oh man does he feel good, his skin is so tight and smooth. He mutters, "God, that's awesome," so I extend it to his head and massage his scalp. Damn, he smells good! Seth's soon limply laying back against me as I massage his scalp. I love his hair; it has that natural hair scent even after working outdoors all day. With him laying back on me, my arms just naturally go around his neck and I give the side of his forehead a long kiss, then a kiss on his cheek as I inhale his wonderful scent. He goes, "Mmmmm, ooh, Dylan, you gave me a boner already. You're so freakin' special." I straighten him up so he doesn't fall over backwards off the stool. I go, "I get boners all the time too, they're cool, don't ya think?" He says, "This one's cool, that's for damn sure." I say, "I like making-out, so that's why I attacked you." He says, "I've only made out with one guy, he was a twenty-five year old guy in the Navy. I met him when they had the big ships in Boston. My other sex partners were too old and unattractive to make out with, although some of them kissed me. It wasn't pleasant and, like I said, I hated myself afterwards." Shaking my head, I go, "That's so awful, Seth. How'd you like making out with the Navy guy?" He shrugs, mumbling, "He was drunk and he had bad booze breath, so it wasn't all that great." I ask, "Have you had any good experiences at all?" He tells me, "Yeah, in middle school. It was only oral sex, but I thought I loved the kid and wanted to make out with him. He didn't want to so we never did, and then one day he called me a faggot and wouldn't have anything more to do with me. That's my best experience; it was good for about two months anyway." I mutter, "Jesus, don't tell me any more or you'll have me crying, dude." He says, "I've done that too." I guess he has. How the hell would I be able to handle what Seth's been through? I go back to combing up batches of his hair and cutting it so its all the same length, matching the long ones at the middle of his head. When done with that, I pass him the handheld mirror, saying, "Okay, the rooster hairs are gone as you can see. All the hairs are the same length so I can trim the sides and you can let your hair grow out, or I can do the flattop. Last chance to change your mind." He says, "I'll stick with the flattop. If you say you guys looked good I'll follow your advice." I say, "Okay, but first this," and I cradle his chin in my hand and kiss his lips. He has really nice lips too. After the kiss, he licks his lips, saying, "I loved that kiss, Dylan, but look," and he points at his lap. I saw his boner poking the lap of his shorts after the first time I kissed him, and now there's a small wet spot. To kid him, I ask, "You peed in your pants?" He grins, saying, "Um, no. My dick produced a substance other than pee." I go, "How amazing," and kiss him with our lips parted and rub his tongue with mine. He moans low in his throat, then he starts struggling so I let go of him, asking, "What?" His face is red as he takes a deep breath, "I almost had an accident in my pants for real. I'm going to make such a fool of myself here, Dylan. Goddammit, I'm screwing this up." He's reminding me of Connor again, first Robby and now Connor. I wonder how many others will come to mind. I know one thing for certain... Seth's a very nice person. I say, "You're not screwing anything up, Seth. You're too hard on yourself. Nothing you do today will change how I think of you, I think you're great. I admire you for dealing with life as well as you have, and by yourself, too. I'm not a fan of your parents or your brothers for giving you the cold shoulder; I think that sucks. Without my family's support I'd be a fucking basket case. So don't give a single thought about making a fool of yourself." He nods his head, muttering, "Thanks," and I pick-up the clippers. I'm going to do this haircut with a clippers-over-comb technique instead of using attachments. His hair cuts so easily, and there's lots of it even though it's only and inch and a half long. His hair looks a little darker when it's short. I cut it real short on the sides near his ears, tapering the cut longer and longer up the sides as opposed to the side and back hairs being the same length, like I get with the guide attachments. This takes longer, but I want him to like it when I'm done. When both sides and the back are the way I want them, I put hair gel in my hands and rub through his hair, front to back, getting the hair standing up straight on the top. Then, using the clippers and comb, I do the flattop part, cutting the hairs all the same length on top, perfectly flat. There's a little blending to do and then I use the trimmers to outline around his ears. I think it looks great, and especially on Seth. He has that perfect hairline, straight across his forehead with no widow's peak. I brush the hair-clippings off his shoulders and then use a brush to brush back through the hairs on top again, saying, "You'll need gel for awhile to train your hair." He goes, "Okay," then I step back to inspect my work and my only criticism is I might have given him too short of a flattop. I probably should have left it a little longer on top. Seth looks at himself in the handheld mirror and whistles, then says, "Wow, that's a short haircut," as he feels his hair with his fingers, then adds, "In my whole life I never had hair this short. Well, I've considered it at times, but never had the balls to try it." He looks up, grinning, "Have you ever considered becoming a butcher?" I laugh, "Okay, it's too short maybe, but it's not butchered." He chuckles, looking at himself some more, then he goes, "Nah, it's an excellent haircut, but I'll need to get used to it, I guess. It feels funny having wicked short hair." I tell him about Dawg saying he can feel the air on his scalp for the first time in his life. He says, "Yeah, that's it. I can feel the air on my scalp, that kid's exactly right." I know it's a good haircut, but I can't expect everyone to like short hair, and frankly, I much prefer an honest opinion then an obviously forced one. Seth's being honest: he's not crazy about the flattop, but he'll give it awhile and see if he gets used to it. I mean, what other choice does he have? I though Dawg was working at talking himself into liking his burr, but Seth's being totally honest. His hair is so silky and dense the flattop looks like velvet, kinda shiny with no scalp showing at all, which is rare for a head of hair this short. The top is probably an inch long and an inch isn't very long. He says, "Maybe I'll let it grow out and maybe I'll decide I like it with time. It sure won't be any trouble to take care of. What's your haircut, Dylan?" I tell him and we talk about hair styles a little and it turns out he likes the one like I cut for Devon. Combed down on top with the bangs flipped up in front. I didn't think to mention that one because I had Robby's and my flattops in mind from two years ago. Seth helps me clean up the cut hair, I put the barber tools away, and we drink the rest of our sodas and then it's a little awkward. I finally say, trying to keep it light, "Do you still want to mess around a little, or has that haircut turned you against me?" He goes, "Oh, thank God you were the one who brought it up, because I was afraid it would seem like I was begging you. And no, the haircut did not turn me against you, it'd take a lot more than a haircut to do that. Yes, I want to mess around, but does it have to be just a little?" I say, "No, it doesn't need to be a little. Do you want to come to my bedroom and we'll get in bed naked?" He blushes slightly, mumbling, "Oh man, I'd love to, Dylan. I'd love to do that." I say, "Then that's what we'll do. Follow me, Seth, but don't build up expectations more than I can deliver, I beg of you." He says, "Have you ever heard of premature ejaculation?" I go, "Someone cumming too fast?" He says, "Exactly. With you I'm betting I'll demonstrate that phenomenon, and I say that without ever having experienced it before, haha." He's nervous, so I ask, "Have you ever heard of a second climax? They're never premature?" Seth smiles, "You're the nicest person I've ever met." I say, "Everyone tells me that," and we chuckle, with him muttering, "I'm not surprised." In my bedroom I step out of my sneakers; I can do that because I don't tie them tightly. Pulling my tee-shirt over my head, I then drop my shorts and underwear, leaving them where I dropped them. Seth glances up, and goes, "Oh, now I'm embarrassed to show you my dick. You got it all, and you must be gay shaving your pubic hair. Can we turn out the lights?" I say, "The light's not on," and he chuckles nervously, muttering, "The shaved pubes is a cool look." I go, "And it feels good, too. Would you like me to do yours?" He stops what he's doing, and asks, "Really? Would you?" I say, "Of course, it's actually part of the haircut." More nervous chuckling from Seth, then he says, "I've never done that before... yeah, it'd be cool if you're serious." I'm casually playing with myself, a habit I've had for as long as I can remember, as I go, "Yeah, I'm serious." He finishes undressing, cupping his hands over his private parts, saying, "Don't look, okay?" I go, "Okay, I'll do your pubes with my eyes closed." He drops his hands saying, "Maybe you'd better look when you're doing that." He's got a normal looking penis and scrotum. His dick's about five inches with oversized nuts and too much pubic hair. I say, "I've got an inch on you, but you win the balls weighing contest." He chuckles again, asking, "What do we do first?" I go, "I'm too lazy to go down for the trimmers so I'll use scissors to cut off most of your pubes, then wet them and, using shaving cream, I'll shave you nice and smooth." He says, "Let's do it," and we go in my bathroom to do just that. I've got the sports page in there from when I read it sitting on the toilet this morning, so I spread it out to catch the cut hairs and Seth stands on it. Then I get the stuff I need out from under the sink and take hold of his dick with my left hand, with him saying, "That gives me chills," as he spreads his legs a little more, "I'm so not used to something this intimate, Dylan, but it's awesome." I smile up at him from my knees, and with the scissors lightly against his belly I close them and a shower of dark blond pubic hairs flutter through the air on their way to the newspaper and their final resting place. This is repeated a number of times and the result is pubic hair stubble. Without getting up, I reach over and turn on the faucet and wet his stubble down, then wipe-on shaving cream and work it in as I'm moving his dick this way and that. It's firming up in my fingers. Seth says, "I'm doing everything in my power not to spring another boner, but I don't think it's working. Your fingers feel so good." I say, "Yep, someone holding my dick is a sure-fire way to boner-ville for me too." Carefully I shave him and then lather the area again and shave against the grain. Then I wash off remnants of the shaving cream and dry him with a hand towel. "All done, Seth." His semi-hard boner is leaning sideways as he rubs around his pubic area, "Cool feeling, Dylan. Thanks!" Wadding the newspaper up then putting the razor and shaving cream away, I ask, "Want to get in bed?" He says, "I'm still eager, but still nervous too. In a way I can't believe this is actually happening." I go, "How do you think I feel? I mean, I'm pretty psyched about you in bed with me. It's a two-way street." I pull the covers back holding my arm out inviting Seth to climb in and he does, asking, "Um, what comes first?" I get in bed with him, "Well, Seth, usually Robby and I make out, but if you're not up for that we can start with some oral sex." He says, "No, making out is something I really want to do, but seriously, I'll probably have an orgasm. I almost had one on the stool when we kissed." I say, "That's alright. I'll tell you the truth, I used to go with a boy who made be cum from our make-out, although sometimes he had to finger my hole, too. When he wanted me to climax though, he could do it, so it's not just you." He goes, "Well, I warned you anyway," I go, "Yes, you have. Now, let me get my arms around your hot body," and when I do that he gets his around me. He mutters, "This is already really nice, feeling your naked skin I mean. It's a first for me." I go, "Really? That too bad, Seth, as this is one of my favorite parts." We snuggle a bit, then I kiss him, then a longer kiss with some tongue and it's a really good kiss. When we break apart, with our lips smacking, I ask, "Who you been kissing with? I mean, you kiss good." He mutters, "It must just come natural, because I told you the truth about my kissing experience. The sailor was so drunk it wasn't even fun with him, but with you it's, like perfect." We get into it really well with both of us rubbing each other's body, Seth's concentrating on my ass like a gay boy should. Our boners duel, Seth's dripping precum on mine as our bodies squirm together. He has a great boy's body with wonderfully healthy skin without a blemish anywhere that I can see. Then he grunts and pulls away gasping, then mumbling, "Can we wait a minute, Dylan, it almost happened. Oh man, you are so hot and you smell fabulous," as he's squeezing me against him. I ask, "Would you like me to suck your cock?" "Yes, I would, of course, but I'd rather you fucked me." I say, "Sure, okay, but I should tell you ahead of time that I make a lot of moans during sex 'cause it really turns me on like nothing else." He says, "I don't know what I'll do having sex with you; I might cry with joy for all I know. This is basically my first true sex with someone I like, and someone I think is so cute I could scream." I say, "I told you I love compliments, ya got any more?" He says, "A ton of them for you, but I won't humiliate myself by telling you what they are." I go, "Rats! Okay, a good way to do anal intercourse is for you get on your knees and rest your forearms on the mattress. I'll be on my knees behind you. I'm going to use some KY jelly to ease the entrance since you're relatively new to this." He says, "The four or five times men fucked me, they used condoms that were lubed and even then it was tight and hurt, sometimes it caused bleeding." I frown, "Maybe your not a natural bottom, Seth. Not everyone likes to be a bottom. I don't want to hurt you or cause your ass to bleed." He says, "I've wondered if there's some guys who, for some reason, can't be a bottom. I Googled that, but couldn't find anything specific that prevents a gay guy from being a bottom, other than personal preference. And, it actually said more gay guys prefer to bottom. There was a lot about the shape of the rectum and the curve of a guy's cock. Mine's straight, how 'bout yours?" I go, "Straight as a poker and right now it's as hard as a poker too, so let's give it a try." Seth gets up on his knees, then leans forward resting his forearms on the mattress, looking back at me as I get between his legs. I go, "Nice ass, Seth," and he grins. He looks so cute right now, especially in this position, he has a nice curve in his spine and his ass is up nicely. It's interesting that he said his research indicates more gay men prefer the bottom, like me. I'd have thought it'd be the other way around. With lubricant on my finger I gingerly apply pressure and my finger slides inside him. His head goes down on his hands with a quiet moan, "Mmmm." I gently work my finger in his ass trying to remember how many cherries I've had the pleasure of breaking. Not that Seth is a cherry, although it seems sort of like he is. More lube and more movement of my finger with me asking, "Are you relaxing your ass muscles, Seth?" He says, "I'm trying to, but I'm excited and a little tense." I tell him, "I'm going to massage your butt cheeks and fingering you until I feel you're as loose as you can get back here." He mutters, "Take your time, it feels good." Massaging his buttocks gets some of the lube glistening on the right butt cheek. Seth has the same very fine blond hairs near his ass crack that are on his arms. There's some more noticeable hair on his legs, just on his calves. He has very nice legs and I slide the palm of both hands under to rub up and down his legs. Damn, I love having a cute boy's naked body at my disposal, but being a bottom most of the time it's my body that's at the 'top's' disposal most of the time. That's true except when I'm licking and sucking his private parts and legs, feet too; he surrenders his body to me then. I'd like to do that with Seth except it'd probably complicate matters. "I like your hot legs, Seth, they feel good." He says, "Everything you're doing feels good," and I go back to massaging and fingering his asshole. He's soon quietly humming and I'm pretty sure he's as relaxed as he's going to get so I wipe the KY jelly on my boner, and say, "I'm gonna go real slow, Seth. Don't hesitate to tell me if it hurts." My boner's looking good, so I push it against his anus lips and they cooperate by spreading a little. I need to overcome the urge to push inside him too quickly, as I don't top very often and I'm kinda anxious to feel his rectum wall tight around my boner. A little thrust meets resistance, so a little more pressure and my cock head slides inside feeling fantastic. I keep my lips tightly together as the sensations roll over me. Damn, it feels good. Peeking around his shoulder I see the side of Seth's face and it looks kinda red so I ask, "How you doing so far?" He says, "Okay. It hurt going in, but not now." It'd be nice if he said it felt good, but I'll settle for okay. I reach under him and stroke his cock, which is still hard, but not as tight as it was when we were making out. He goes, "Ooooh, mmmm," so I stroke it some more as I push my cock a little further up his ass and hear a quiet, "Ow." It's slow going, but he hasn't cried out yet, which doesn't necessarily mean it's not hurting him. He has apparently stopped worrying about early ejaculation, and he still has a boner so that's a good sign. I take five minutes slowing going down inside him and when my crotch hits his buttocks he moans, "Mmmmmm, feels okay now, Dylan. Much better that those men, for sure." Hmmm, still only okay, huh? Slowly withdrawing I'm making Ray's sound, "Sssssss," sucking air in wetly between my closed lips. It feels a helluva lot better than okay to me. A slow penetration again, but not as slow as the first time and the withdrawal gets an, "Ooooh," from me. He has a very tight sphincter muscle and a tight rectum and it's setting off most of the sensory spots in my cock and my shoulders do their familiar shudder. Pushing back in quicker I rub his back and sides, then massage his buttocks with my cock deep inside him and Seth goes, "Ooooh, that feels good now, Dylan." We're finally up to good so it's heading in the right direction anyway. With my hands gripping his hips I begin a fairly slow, steady fuck and it's feeling great to me, and then apparently to Seth too as he moans again, mumbling, "Is it okay if I stroke my boner?" I say, "Sure," and pick-up the speed, smoothly sliding my boner in his ass and it's an awesome feeling, but I keep my lips closed tightly trying to appear like the experienced one here. He's stroking his cock pushing back against my thrusts and I can't keep the sounds of pleasure inside any longer, letting out a long, "Oooooh, mmmm, ooh, yeaaah," catching myself just before I smack his ass. That might freak him out. I'm really fucking his ass now and we're both moaning, then he cries out, "Aaaah, I'm coming," and he thrust his hips forward and shrieks, "Aaaaaah," as his first stream of cum drills the sheets, then three quick strings of cum follow and I go, "Oooooh, eeeen, ooh, ooh" as my orgasm explodes from my balls and flies up my boner to fill his bowels with a nice load of cum. I'm dizzy for as few seconds plowing his ass, then shudder and calm down a little to slowly bring down my thrusting. The curve of Seth's spine is very pronounced now as he's pushing his ass up towards me apparently enjoying being fucked. Oh God, that was good alright, much, much better than jerking off, but not as good as getting fucked. I don't know if it's because I'm used to being the bottom or what, but I like it better than topping. According to what Seth read on Google, so do the majority of gay males. Seth lays down on the mattress murmuring, "That was really a hot climax I had, Dylan, and I like the feel of you shooting off in my ass, too. It hurt getting fucked, but it felt so good at the same time, I didn't want to stop. That's the first time I didn't end up screaming in pain, not that the men stopped fucking me. Oh, one did, he was the only compassionate one until you. You were great waiting for my rectum to open up a little." I lay on my stomach next to him and put my arm over his chest. We look at each other grinning. I say, "It was hot fucking your ass, but next time you try doing it to me. You can't make a fool out of yourself no matter what you do, honestly." He says, "Okay, I really want to try it with you. I've done it two times, but like I said, with older guys and it didn't turn me on all that much even though I was really up for it. Doing it with you will make all the difference in the world." I get closer to him so our sides are touching, mumbling, "After dinner maybe we can try it that way." to be continued.... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to off set the expenses involved in maintain this free story site. Thank you.