Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2013 04:52:31 -0800 (PST) From: donny mumford Subject: Re: Fwd: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 45 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 45 by Donny Mumford Thursday the work went well and the day flew by, and now tomorrow's the last day of the work week so things are looking promising for me. This should be a good weekend too: I have a date with Robby on Friday, with Ray on Saturday, and then Robby again on Sunday. On Monday Seth and me are hooking up for another date... yeah, it's good to be alley-catting around again. In addition to those dates with my boyfriends, I'm looking forward to giving the whole posse haircuts this week; doing their haircuts is fun for me. I've just set-up the barbershop for the boys coming over for haircuts this afternoon and while waiting for them I'm sitting on the front stoop smoking a cigarette and thinking about the date I had with Ray last night. It was a very sexually hot time of course, but as sometimes happens with Ray issues popped-up to go along with the hot sex. Last night he went on a tirade about how poorly I treated him during the years he was asking for my help in determining if he was bisexual. We worked it out eventually, but in the process Ray got pissed-off and became extremely stern and dominant. He gave me a lot of shit because of the mocking way I treated him during those two to three years. What the hell, I thought it was a game back then, but as it turns out Ray was dead serious about it all, so my joking around humiliated him. I'm referring to the way I responded to him before we hooked-up as boyfriends obviously, since then I've been basically kissing his ass. On the plus side, his stern and dominant manner put me into a submissive trance during our sex. I haven't really experience that since Ryan moved to Georgia. Ray doesn't know about my submissive fetish, so I'm not sure what he thought of my submissive behavior when I was in the trance. In any case, it was nice to revisit that submissive state of mind and I hope I get to do so again soon. Willie was the first one to dominantly put me into a dreamy submissive trance, and then Ryan did it even better. Anyway, I'm looking forward to Saturday night's date with Ray to see if he can do it again, and I'll bet he can. My submissive trance heightens all the fabulous sensations of oral and anal sex for me. Damn, it was sexy hot! After Ray and I had our hot sex together we hooked-up with some of the posse boys at the Dairy Queen, and I'm a little encouraged from the way Devon acted towards me. The posse boys were asking Ray and me questions about our date. Their questioning included all the sexual innuendoes you'd expect would be part of the conversation. The boys seem fascinated Ray and I had just participated in gay sex and they pumped us for the details. We were slightly graphic discussing those details, with Ray doing so in a slightly boastful manner, and the boys were definitely interested in every tidbit of information they could drag out of us. The encouraging thing to me is there was no negative reaction coming from Devon, so maybe he doesn't find gay sex offensive. Or maybe he's actually curious about it. You don't need to be gay or bi to be curious, and maybe even interested in experimenting to see how the other side lives. This is being wildly optimistic of me, of course, but I'm just saying maybe. Also Devon and I did a little mutual head and hair rubbing. I started it by running my fingers through his hair, and then he returned the favor giving me chills down my back as his fingers ruffled through my hair. We were talking about the posse getting haircuts this week, that's what led to us feeling each other's hair. It was a discussing about Devon's last haircut as compared to my burr haircut. I'm really looking forward to cutting his hair, and maybe a little extra touching. I don't know when this crush I have for Devon developed, but it's definitely on me now. Then, when I was sharing the posse hug 'goodbye' with Devon, I hugged him too tightly and held the hug too long. The sides of our faces touched too, but none of it seemed to faze him. I got a boner of course, but the point is Devon didn't object to my overly long hug or anything else we did. Unfortunately I'll need to wait until Saturday morning to see him again; that's when he's getting his haircut. This afternoon Dawg, Jameson, Manny, and Sonny will be getting their haircuts. Sonny's convinced himself he's bisexual, and maybe he is, but my problem is he's got the same type of crush on me that I have on his brother. I initially met Sonny was during the ride to that first basketball game I went to with the posse, with Sonny sitting on my lap. Jameson was driving that night told me Sonny was his brother. At the time I thought he was, but the guys were just bull shitting the rookie, and I'm the rookie. When I was told the truth I could see similarities in Sonny and his brother, Devon. Devon and Sonny don't look a lot alike, but there are some similarities. Oddly, Sonny's hair is almost orange. It's a shade of red actually, but the shade is close to orange. He had long hair when I first met him but he asked me for a haircut and I cut it as short as Devon's and Jameson's, but not as short as some of the guys who got burr haircut. Now Ray wants all the guys to have the short burr haircuts, so like I said, I'm going to have fun cutting hair this afternoon and Saturday morning. As I'm flicking my cigarette butt off my left sneaker, Manny and Dawg drive up and park at the curb. I wait for them to jog up the steps and then we do the posse greeting and go inside. The guys are both laughing nervously about the short haircuts they're going to be getting. Ray's posse is a uniquely tight group of boys who grew-up together as friends from an early age. Ray's always been the group's alpha dog and he's decided it'd be cool if we all have the same haircuts, and we all go along with what Ray says with no questions asked 'cause he's the boss. The haircut Ray's chosen is naturally the one he has himself which, like I said, is a short burr haircut. After giving Manny and Dawg Cokes, we go downstairs with Dawg quietly saying, "Um, Dylan, Ray told me to remind you we're all to get a short burr haircut, not a regular burr haircut." I already knew that, but I say, "Oh, okay, Dawg, that's really gonna be short." He goes, "I know, but you cut my hair really short last time so how much shorter can it get." I'm like, "Yeah, not much shorter, Dawg." Manny's asking, "Who's first, Dylan?" I mumble, "Whoever wants to be first," and Manny's like, "I'll be the first one to get the new posse haircut." I'm like, "Okay, you're first," but Ray's actually the first one to get that haircut about three weeks ago. I remind Manny about the shampoo before the haircut, and he says, "Okay, but I'm going to feel weird having you shampoo my hair." "Only because it's the first time, Manny. Haven't you ever been to a hair salon? They always shampoo hair before cutting it. At least that's what I'm told." He mumbles, "Nah, I used to go to old Tony's for haircuts. From the look of that old barber he didn't shampoo his own hair so never mind shampooing mine." I'm chuckling at that as we go into the half bath. Manny sits on the chair I'd placed in front of the sink and I tilt the chair back so the front legs are off the floor and Manny's head is over the sink. Jerry showed me this trick earlier in the week. He's also the one who told me about the salon shampoo treatment. To help me with the shampooing I've borrowed something from my mom's bathroom. It's a short hose that attaches to the faucet with a spay attachment at the other end. This is much better than using cups of water to wet and rinse the guys' hair. The actual reason I've including shampooing is mostly because I think it's sexy shampooing the boys hair, rubbing their heads and stuff like that. To most guys washing someone else's hair would be distasteful, but I'm not like most guys. Wetting Manny's hair and then lathering in the shampoo, I get both my hands involved massaging his scalp and running my fingers through his hair. After awhile Manny says, "This feels good, Dylan." I give his scalp a vigorous massage and then rinse out the shampoo. He chuckles, saying, "My scalp is tingling." After partially towel drying his hair, I then brush it up while blow-drying it until it's totally dry. Manny's dark brown hair shines now. He's a dark eyed, nice looking boy with a swarthy complexion and I stare at him for a second fighting off the urge to kiss him. He looks at me questioningly, and I grin, muttering, "That's done." Bringing the chair forward to stand on all four legs, I run a comb back through his hair getting a kick out of way the boys I'm giving haircuts to docilely sit there letting me do what I want. Rubbing Manny's back, I ask, "That wasn't too bad, was it Manny?" He goes, "No, not at all, I liked it. Thanks, Dylan." We go back into the finished basement where Dawg's drinking his Coke, sitting on the recliner watching ESPN on television. Manny takes off his shirt and I immediately notice a distinct scent coming from his body. It fascinates me the different scents guys have. Manny's is pleasant enough although he probably needs to take a shower later today. It's not BO I smell, just a body that hasn't showered recently and there's a boyish/manly scent to his skin. He gets on the stool and sits there with stooped shoulders the way a lot of boys seem to sit. I squeeze the back of his neck, asking, "Ready, Manny?" He says, "Yep. Can I watch the haircut?" I pass him the handheld mirror, mumbling, "Sure thing." The clippers cut through his clean hair smoothly and evenly so maybe the salon's contention that shampooed hair cuts more evenly than greasy hair is valid. It's actually oil from the scalp that causes a greasy appearance to unwashed hair, more so in some people than others. This is a very short haircut I'll be giving the boys, which is my favorite kind to cut. Sides and back are cut to a quarter inch, and that length goes all the way up the back of their head and over the crown. Then the lower part of the sides and back are cut down further, to an eighth of an inch, which gets tapered into the quarter inch hairs a little higher up. The top is cut to a half inch at the bangs then the hair's cut shorter moving to the back of his head to match the quarter inch hairs at the crown. I use the trimmers to outline around Manny's ears and then I'm done except for brushing hairs off Manny's slumping shoulders. His olive skin is smooth and blemish free. He has an average body with a hairless torso that I'd like to rub, but I don't. He hasn't said a word throughout the haircut, but now he says, "Holy shit this is short." I run my fingers over the bristly hairs on his head to feel it, and also to brush off random clippings, saying, "Ray told me this really short haircut is only for the rest of the summer, Manny. I don't know what haircut Ray's gonna decide we'll have after that." Manny's expression is almost one of embarrassment for his shorn head. I once saw that same look in the eyes of lambs that had just had all their wool sheared off. "You're next to get scalped," Manny says to Dawg, who comes over and ruffles the bristles of hair that remain on Manny's head. Manny mutters, "No way you can mess-up hair this short." Well, I'm kinda missing the accolades I usually receive for my haircutting skills, but I'll sacrifice those for the fun of cutting hair this short. I'll bet Dodger, who has a haircut fetish, would be sprouting a boner just watching these haircuts. But what an I thinking... he's in basic training where their haircuts are even shorter than this. I follow the same procedure with Dawg that I did with Manny and he seems to enjoy the shampooing right from the start. He's such a gentle kid, although his tattoos and many piercings seem to contradict his gentle, quiet demeanor. After his light brown hair has been blown dry, he quietly says, "I really liked the shampoo, Dylan, and I really like the short hair too. I don't know why I had that ponytail all those years." I pat his shoulder and then squeeze the back of his neck. He's very likable and for the life of me I don't understand why he chooses to fuck-up his appearance like he has. Someone told me his mother's a tattoo artist, so that might have something to do with why he decided to disfigure himself. One thing's for sure, Dawg won't be a bank president any time soon. I give Dawg the same haircut as Manny's, but it looks better on Dawg and that's because guys have different hair texture. Dawg's is soft and fine, but quite thick so you don't see his scalp when I've finished his very short haircut, where Manny's hair isn't as thick so his scalp shows. The boys put their shirts on feeling each other's very short hair and then hang around talking about the softball game that's coming up on Sunday, and about posse things in general, like the next poker night. After about twenty minutes they take off and I clean up the area and then go outside to wait for Jameson and Sonny. Damn, this is so fucking cool giving the posse boys haircuts. It's something I never expected when Ray talked me into being his boyfriend. It's a very nice side benefit, fer sure. Ray always says he accepted me as his boyfriend, like it was me who suggested it, when actually the opposite is the case. He interprets things the way he wants them to be, not necessarily the way things are. Then Mark pulls up to the curb and waves. I wasn't expecting him today. He comes up the steps and we do the posse greeting with Mark saying, "Can you give me a haircut today? I was scheduled for Saturday, but my boss called to ask me to work Saturday." I go, "Sure, Mark. I missed you last night at the Dairy Queen." He says, "Yeah, I almost went, but I was beat. I worked all day." Mark and I got off to a rocky start when I first joined the posse, but lately we've been buddies. Funny how that goes. I leave a note on the front door for Jameson and Sonny telling them to come on in. Mark and I are on our way downstairs, as he asks, "Can you do the haircut like last time, Dylan? You know, leaving it longer than normal for a burr." I go, "I'll cut it anyway you want, Mark. If you don't want the short haircut it's okay with me, but Ray's going to notice the difference this time." He mumbles, "Well, if I have to I'll come back and you can cut it as short as the other guys, but I'll take the chance he won't say anything. I like to go along with the crowd, but man that last haircut you and Ray got was wicked short." I say, "My boyfriend Robby cuts my hair. It wasn't suppose to be that short, but he's prone to making mistakes every now and then when cutting my hair." As I'm wetting down Marks hair, he says, "I'm surprised Ray allows you to have another boyfriend," and I go, "Why? He has a girlfriend and a boyfriend, so fair is fair." Marks, like, "Oh, yeah, I didn't think of that." Halfway through his shampoo, he goes, "Man, this is awesome. It feels great, but I'd never shampoo another guy's hair myself." I tell him, "I think it's sexy shampooing and cutting straight boy's hair." He jokes, "I forgot for a second you were gay! Oh my God, don't sodomize me." I mumble, "You should be so lucky," and he chuckles. Fact is I have zero interest, sexually, in Mark. Straight guys assume because I'm gay I have the hots for every guy I see when nothing could be further from the truth. I don't have the hots for more than fifty percent of the boys I see. That's a joke, actually; I'm interested only in slim cute guys around my own age, and it helps if they're gay. If they're not I find myself having a crush on a straight guy, like Devon. That can be frustrating. When I'm almost done Mark's haircut, Jameson comes down the steps, saying, "Sorry I'm late, Dylan. I was waiting for Sonny until he texted me to go on without him. He'll drive over on his motorbike later." I go, "No problem, it's given me time to give Mark his haircut." Jameson stands near us watching, then says, "That haircut isn't like Ray's short burr." I shrug, muttering, "It's what Mark asked for and I always cut hair the way the customer wants it cut." Mark goes, "Don't say anything to Ray, Jameson. I'm testing if he notices. If he complains Dylan said he'd redo it. Right, Dylan?" I go, "Sure." It's Jameson's turn to shrug, muttering, "Good luck with that, Mark," and he goes over to watch TV. When I'm finished with Mark's haircut I'm thinking there's no way Ray's not going to see the difference between Mark's and everyone else's haircuts, but that's not my problem. Mark thanks me and says he needs to take right off to make it home in time for dinner. He's one of the guys, like me, who works a full time summer job. Jameson comes over then, asking, "Are you doing the shampoo thing first?" I go, "Yep, all the guys get their hair washed first." He says, "Good, I won't have to do it in the shower, but isn't it creepy for you washing other boy's hair? It would be to me." We're in the half bath now. I tell him to sit in the chair and then I tilt it back against the sink, saying, "It's far from creepy to me. I like doing it because I get to do some touching with straight boys." He laughs, "I never knew anyone as open about being gay as you, Dylan. Touch away to your hearts content." I say, "I'll try to control myself, Jameson," as I'm wetting his hair I'm noticing Jameson is your average looking teenage boy. Medium size with regular facial features. He's the type I wouldn't necessarily look at twice, but being this close to him I notice his beautiful blue eyes with curved eyelashes and narrow eyebrows. Most girls would love to have eyes like Jameson. His nose is too big though, that's my only negative comment, other than that and his eyes there's nothing's really noteworthy about his looks. He's a nice enough kid, extremely relaxed and comfortable having his hair shampooed. Some guys aren't comfortable being touched, and some like being touched. I personally would love to have a full body massage by some cute massage guy, while I know others would hate it. Of course, I'm not about to pay big bucks for a massage, but if I was rich I'd have a massage regularly and maybe flirt with the guy doing the massage. After the shampoo Jameson takes his shirt off without me detecting any scent except Brut deodorant. He has scattered sparse chest hair and a happy trail of dark blond hair from his belly button leading into his underwear. I have no desire to see where it ends up. Jameson has straw-colored hair that's on the course side. Nothing like Robby's and mine and certainly not like Seth's, whose blond hair is even prettier than Robby's and mine. It's not two tone blond though like ours, so it's not a lot better. Jameson is also very relaxed getting his haircut. I asked if he wanted it cut like Mark's and he told me, "No way, I want the haircut Ray said for us to get. And I assume that applies to you too." I confirm, "That's correct," thinking I'll ask Robby to give me a haircut before our Friday date so my hair is cut when Ray comes over Saturday morning. I gotta make sure Ray knows I'm onboard with his program and I'm hoping he somehow puts me into another submissive trance Saturday night. When Jameson's haircut is done he feels it, saying, "Damn, that's really short!" I say, "It's exactly like Ray's." He looks in the mirror mumbling, "I look geeky with this haircut. It makes my nose look bigger." Lying, I say, "No, I don't think so, Jameson." He does the posse fist bump and hug, telling me, "Thanks, Dylan, that's another twenty bucks I don't need to spend on a barber." He leaves as I'm wondering why Mark, Manny, and Dawg didn't do the posse 'goodbye'. I forgot about it too. After cleaning up I text Sonny. I have his number from Devon yesterday when I was looking for a ride. It's almost six o'clock so I want to be sure he's coming before I make dinner plans with Chubby. As I'm texting I hear the doorbell ring. Oh, that's probably Sonny now. I take the steps two at a time and answer the door. Sonny stands there for a second, grinning at me, looking as cute as his brother. Anyway, there are few things cuter than a teenage boy grinning or smiling, although there are exceptions to that. I knew a good looking kid who looked like a goof when he smiled, but that's rare. When I first met Sonny I assumed he was in middle school because he looks so young, but he's seventeen and soon to me eighteen. Well, within six months. Around the same time his brother, Devon, turns nineteen. Sonny comes right in then, and says, "Hi, Dylan, sorry to be so late," and we do the greeting with Sonny exaggerating the hug, his crotch plastered against my thigh, and then he kisses me on the lips, saying, "I'm just returning your kiss from last night. Oh my God, I love feeling your lips on mine." I chuckle, saying, "Cheer up, Sonny," joking of course because he's about as cheery as a person can get. Sonny's five feet, eight inches tall, and quite slim. His almost orange hair I'm told is compliments of his great grandfather who also had orange-red hair. It doesn't seem to bother Sonny, although I'm glad I don't have it. Devon's hair is light brown, almost a dirty blond, so he lucked out in the hair department where his brother wasn't so lucky. We walk downstairs with Sonny's arm around my waist, and him saying, "This is the way Ray walks with you and since I'm bi too I figure I better walk this way as well." Oh man, like his brother said, Sonny's a handful. Now that I think about it, there's a little bit of Dodger in Sonny, which is a good thing as far as I'm concerned. That time Sonny say on my lap on our way to Ray's basketball game, he had long unruly hair. I gave him a haircut a week later, but like Devon I didn't cut it real short, at his request. I ask him, "Are you going for the short burr haircut this time?" He says, "Yeah, Devon is too, so I want to be like him." I go, "First a shampoo," and he says, "I can't fucking wait for that. Do it slow, Dylan. I want to feel your fingers on my scalp, but I'll probably spring a boner. I hope so anyway." I mutter, "Oh God, you're trouble, I can just feel it coming." He goes, "I'd like to see you cuming." I go, "We're talking about a different form of the word 'come' I assume." He's like, "Yep!" Sonny takes his shirt off before the shampoo, which I should have had the other guys do. I will on Saturday. This lad, unlike Jameson, has an awesome body scent. His skin's a very pale creamy color except his face, neck, and arms are nicely tanned by the summer sun. No hair on his torso except for a few orange hairs peeking out from his underarms. Very hot body, actually, with surprising definition considering he's so slim. I knew he had a hot body from seeing it during his first haircut. Sonny sits on the chair in front of the sink and I put my hands on his shoulders, looking him in the eyes, saying, "If you really are bisexual, Sonny, you're gonna make some boy and some girl very happy having you for their boyfriend." I notice for the first time that he has green eyes, very bright green eyes. Sonny says, "Thanks for the compliment, you're gonna be the boy you mentioned." I grin, muttering, "Lucky me," then I ask, "Did you get those awesome green eyes from your great grandfather too?" He shrugs, "I don't know, that's who I got my awesome hair from, but I'm the only one in the family with green eyes, including grandparents, aunts, uncles, nieces, and nephews." I squeeze his shoulders, "Maybe you're adopted." He laughs, saying, "Maybe, but if so I wonder why I look a little like my brother?" I say, "You're both very cute ya know," and he's like, "Have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror, Dylan? You're beautiful." I jokingly say, "Yeah, I know," and laugh, going, "Beautiful is not a comment guys want to hear." He asks, "Even gays?" and I mutter, "Well, this gay anyway. Okay, lets get started," but Sonny says, "Squeeze my shoulders some more. That felt good." I'm like, "Ah ha, you need my famous massage," as I pull the chair, with Sonny in it, away from the sink so I can stand behind it. I put my hands on Sonny's shoulders enjoying his youthful scent and the feel of his skin on his narrow shoulders. As I massage his shoulders, using the method Robby and I use, Sonny's head leans back and rests on my stomach. His hair is soft, so after the shampoo it's really going to be something. Maybe it'll be as soft as Seth's hair. I work my way down to massage his biceps and up to his shoulders again, then the back of his neck which gets Sonny leaning his head forward. He's loose and docile and I'm enjoying myself to the point of getting a minor boner. My hands massage up the back of his head into his hair, I massage his scalp... the scent of his hair is very pleasant to me. I say, "Lean forward some more, Sonny, and I'll massage your back." He leans forward resting his forearms on his thighs and I massage his back and his spine and around to his pecs which are very firm. He has a great little body here. Sonny says, "I have a boner, Dylan, and I feel like I might spunk." I stop massaging him and look around him to see his lap. He's not kidding. His shorts are poking up pretty high at the zipper. This kid must have a good size dick. I go, "We'll wait for it to recede a little, Sonny, and then I'll shampoo your hair." He looks at me and says, "I knew I'd spring a boner because you're so sexy." I ask, "Are you really bisexual?" He says, "Either that or I'm gay and I'm probably gay. I knew about it three years ago, but didn't mention it until Ray told us he was bi, then I had the courage to say I was too. Of course no one believes me, but that don't change the fact that I am." This is an unexpected development and I'm kinda feeling sorry for Sonny. He appears to have a carefree attitude full of quips and attitude, but inside he's been keeping this secret of his sexuality which surely is unsettling for him. The fact he didn't mention it until Ray did has some implications, although I don't know what they are. I ask, "Have you had a heart to heart talk about this with Devon?" He says, "No, because of the way he initially acted when I first mentioned it. It's like he was pissed-off at me for being gay, and he insisted I'm not. He says I'm just emulating Ray, but that's not it at all. Still, I'm not pushing it with Devon because I love him and it would break my heart if he was disappointed or embarrassed his brother's gay." Gee, that's odd because Devon has no apparent problem with Ray being bi or me being gay, so why would he be upset if Sonny is bi too? Maybe it's just that Sonny's his brother, although that's a little lame. Trying to get off this touchy subject, I say, "You tell me when it's safe to proceed, Sonny." He looks at me with pleading in his eyes, and asks, "Will you help me please, Dylan?" Uh-oh, this could be trouble. Hoping this is what he means, I say, "Sure, Sonny, I'll talk to Devon," but he goes, "Please don't do that. I've got to feel him out some more to see if he'll hate me for being gay. Like I said, I think I'm gay more than bi." Hoping he won't press forward with his request for help, I ask, "Can I start the shampoo now, sir? In this salon the customer comes first." He sighs, "Okay, lets start. I've been looking forward to this ever since you told us about it. Go slowly, okay?" He's a cute kid. I say, "You bet," relieved he didn't repeat his request for help. I get the chair situated and tilted back, as Sonny says, "Thanks for that massage, it was, um, thrilling actually. I've never had a massage before, certainly not by a cute sexy guy like you." I go, "Oooh, high praise from my young friend. It was my pleasure, Sonny, you have a hot body going for you here and it was fun getting to rub it." He ask, "Really? I thought I was skinny." I mutter, "You're slim, not skinny, and you have nice muscle definition too. Perfect for the size of your body. Trust me, I'm an expert on boy's bodies." He goes, "Thanks, Dylan, that really makes me feel good, especially coming from you. Man, I'm glad Ray made you his boyfriend. That was a lucky day for me; for all the posse boys." I say, "Well, thank you, Sonny. That's nice of you to say. Lets begin our own mutual admiration society." He chuckles, then says, "Lets not." I begin wetting his hair, then stare at his face. He's better looking than I first thought. Sometimes you need to study a boy's face to take-in all the parts. He's very youthful looking with the same puffy lips and cute chin his brother has. His nose is a good one although different than Devon's, but both work well with the rest of their faces. No freckles and no blemishes, which is lucky at Sonny's age. I was lucky too and so was my brother. Getting through the teen years without pimples is a blessing. Of course there's medicines to handle a pimple problem if you're not unlucky enough to have parents who won't take advantage of a dermatologist. Irresponsible of those parents to the max because teens are very self-conscious about their looks. Sonny has nice cheek bones and dimples when he grins, those awesome green eyes, and overall he's quite cute, but maybe more handsome then cute. Yeah, I think that holds true for Devon too although they're both really cute when grinning. Perfect teeth and DoubleBubble-pink gums and tongues for both brothers. They're very clean looking inside and out, and that's fortunate because good looks serve you well in life. It's not fair of course, but good looking people have an easier time in life than unattractive people. That's generally speaking, of course, as there are exceptions to every rule. Adding shampoo to his wet hair I do a long shampoo with lots of scalp massage. Sonny has a small grin on his lips with his eyes closed enjoying the feel of my fingers in his hair and on his scalp. Then I notice that his ears stick out a little, but they're kind of adorable. I don't think Devon's ears stick out, but I'm not sure. Sonny's ears are very nicely shaped, they just stick out a bit. It's a cute feature for him. At least I think so. Finally I need to rinse, I can't shampoo his hair all night. Then I remember him saying he'd probably spring a boner, which would actually be his second one after the one he got during my massage. I look at his lap closely and it is a little tented, but not to the degree it was earlier. It could be just the way the material of his shorts is bunched up at the zipper. Earlier it could only have been a boner; it was quite a pant's tent. When his hair is rinsed I ask, "You didn't go to sleep on me, did you?" He says, "No, but I almost did. That was fantastic, Dylan, thanks, man." I mutter, "My pleasure. I'm going to towel dry your hair and then finish by blow drying it." I do that as Sonny takes a big breath, then sighs, saying, "I'm loving this treatment." I don't know how I could have overlooked Sonny's attractiveness earlier. Maybe initially it was because he had all that long orange hair and when I cut it he was a bit annoying asking me all those gay-related questions. I wasn't paying much attention to his appearance. I thought he was a bit of a smart ass too, which doesn't normally bother me. I mean I love Dodger and he's the biggest smart ass of all time. Damn I miss that kid, and sweet Connor too. I gotta wonder if those two got it on sexually yet. They're both gay, but in basic training would they ever be alone long enough for sex? I'm brushing Sonny's hair back as I blow it dry it. His hair is even longer than Jameson's hair was, which is odd since they both had the same style haircut last time. Sonny's is almost two inches long on top so I must not have cut it as short as I thought, and it must grows fast too. Both those things could account for hair growing this long in three weeks. In any case it'll be fun cutting it all down to a tight burr haircut. I hope it doesn't detract from his attractiveness because he's nice to look at. I'm getting used to the almost orange color of his hair now too. It was a shock at first, but I'm changing my mind because it really does go with his green eyes and gives him an exotic look. His hair's very soft with excellent body and texture. I say, "Okay, Sonny, ready to lose most of this clean hair?" He says, "I'm looking forward to it actually because you look so cool with your short hair." I go, "Did I ever mention to you how fond I am of compliments?" He laughs, "No you haven't, but you must get them all the time." I mumble, "Not really," and we walk into the finished basement with Sonny running his fingers through his hair, saying, "I don't think my hair's ever been this clean before." He sits on the stool and I comb through his hair one last time before I cut most of it off and my cell phone buzzes indicating I've got a text message. I look at it a see it's from Chubby telling me not to wait for him for dinner. Damn, I'll be eating alone tonight. Going back to combing through Sonny's hair I find I'm captured by his scent. His creamy skin emits a tantalizing scent and, like I said earlier, he looks so clean and of course it's because he is, plus the pale creamy color of his body helps too. Even his tan neck, face, and arms arms are very smooth. I feel his shoulder again and Sonny looks back at me with those pleading eyes I saw earlier, "Dylan, please help me with my sexuality. I'm so desperate to experience what I'm feeling. What I've been feeling for two long years or more, and recently jerking off while thinking of Andy Simmons isn't doing it for me anymore." Oh fuck! I knew it. Why don't I put a sign on our front door advertising that if you have gay problems come see me. I'm free and I'm a softy so you'll probably leave happy. This is the last thing I need. Ray will surely find out if I try helping Sonny with sex, and Devon will think I'm a pervert, and I'll get kicked-out of the posse with no more hot sex from Ray. Side stepping the issue, I ask, "Um, who's Andy Simmons?" He says, "Some straight kid I hang out with. I'm sort of in love with him, but he's definitely not gay." Oh man, just my luck. If Andy were gay he could help Sonny with his sexuality. I say, "Jeez, Sonny, you're putting me in a tremendously awkward position by asking me to help you sexually, plus you're not even eighteen yet." He sits on the stool without saying anything now with body language that screams, 'dejected'. Biting my lip I comb through his hair again waiting to see if he'll understands my position and drop this subject. He's hanging his head and then his narrow shoulders begin to shake. I walk around in front of him and lift his head with my forefinger under his chin. Tears roll down his cheeks as he cries silently. Fuck! I put my arms around him and he leans his head against my chest as a sob comes from his throat. Oh man, this sucks. I rub his shoulders, quietly saying, "Please don't cry, Sonny. You'll have years of good times ahead of you. Really, it's just that you're young now, but I'll bet you'll find a gay buddy to experiment with this year in high school." He cries for maybe three minutes, three minutes that seems like forever to me as I continue rubbing his shoulders with one hand and hugging him with my other. Finally he wipes his nose with the back of his hand, muttering, "Is there any way I could possibly make a bigger fool of myself then I just did? I usually cry alone." I take a deep breath, pulling my clean handkerchief from my back pocket and handing it to him. He wipes at his tears and then blows his nose before asking, "You carry a handkerchief?" I go, "Yeah, don't tell anybody, okay?" He chuckles, then says, "Thanks, Dylan. I'm okay now. I'm looking forward to the haircut." Biting my lip again, I offer, "We could kiss. Would that help?" He says, "Oh man, I feel like such a dork. It's the constant yearning, ya know? It's making me crazy" I go, "It's hard, but it'll get better, you'll see." He looks at me, and says, "Please, Dylan, I'm begging you." I'm thinking about the way I mocked Ray when he was desperate for help, and how unsympathetic I was to him. Then I think of sweet Pedro in Key West who was a frustrated gay boy, and I quietly ask, "How can I help you, Sonny?" He looks at me with his big bright green eyes, his eyelashes still wet from his tears, and asks, "Really? You'll help me?" Fuck it! If I screw-up with Ray and the posse thing so be it. Sonny's breaking my heart. I nod my head affirmatively, asking again, "What is it you want me to help you with?" He looks down, muttering, "You know..." I ask, "Could you be a little more specific?" He says, "Um, ah..." he looks up again, his face flushed with a blush, as he says, "Let me do it to you like Ray does. I'm afraid to try it the other way." This is reminding me a little of Connor, who couldn't make himself say the words either. I ask, "You want to fuck me?" He nods his head, mumbling, "Uh huh, can I?" I see myself, in my head, years ago walking miles to Carl Denton's house to ask him to fuck me and I wasn't eighteen yet myself at the time. I was a junior in high school, younger then Sonny is now. I go, "Okay, but will you give me your word of honor you and I will be the only ones who know about this for the next fifty years." He's got a look of hope in his eyes now, as he says, "I promise, I swear to God. I'd never want anyone to know. It's strictly you helping me and I'll never forget your kindness as long as I live." I puff out my cheeks letting the air out slowly, then say, "First the haircut, okay?" Sonny does a pretty good imitation of Ryan's fast head nod when Ryan's agreeing with something he wants really badly. Smiling at Sonny, I say, "It'll be our secret. And it'll be just this one time, right?" I find myself, more and more, making statements and then asking a question after it, like Ray. Sonny says, "Sure, that'll hold me over until I meet that gay boy you say I'll meet this year at school." He wipes his eyes with his forearm, then he does the same to his nose, mumbling, "I've saturated your handkerchief with tears and mucus." I say, "You keep it," and he stuffs it in his pocket, saying, "Thanks, Dylan, thanks for everything, and I'm sorry I put you in this position but I'm desperate. I thought of begging Ray, but he wouldn't be compassionate like you." Hmmm, the first time I met Sonny he grabbed my cock, and then he did all that flirting with me. Maybe he was hoping I'd suggest sex to him, which I'd never have done. I'm upset about this, but I said I'd do it so I will. One more sexual adventure to put in my scrap book, if I had one. Looking at Sonny, he appears guilty now, like he knows he took advantage of me. I rub his hair, trying to lighten the mood, saying, "Be gentle with me, Sonny." He tries not to grin, but he does anyway, muttering, "I'm so fucking excited," as he takes my hand and holds it against his bare chest. Sure enough, his heart is beating a hundred miles an hour. Taking my hand away, I say, "Yeah, I remember how excited I was the first time. Hope you're not disappointed. You may have built-up expectations too much in your head." He shrugs, "It's built-up pretty much, that's for sure," then he stands up and hugs me, "Thank you, Dylan, you'll be my idol forever." I hug him back and, damn, he smells and feels good. Without thinking about it, I kiss the side of his face. He lifts his head, "Can we kiss on the lips again?" What the hell, if he's going to fuck me, what's a kiss compared to that? I give Sonny a nice kiss on his puffy lips, then he murmurs, "This is how my old girlfriend and I kissed when I was going out with her," and of course his tongue goes in my mouth. He's pretty good with that pink tongue of his and his mouth has a nice fresh taste to it. Sonny's definitely a sexy kisser. He backs away after fifteen seconds pointing at his tented shorts, "Oh my God, Dylan, you are so sexy... you smell sexy too. I noticed your sexy smell when I sat on your lap going to the basketball game." I say, "Thanks, but if you kissed your girlfriend like that, you must be bi, not gay." He says, "I kissed her like that, but this never happened even once," as he gropes his boner. I go, "Oh, well, yeah, you're a damn sexy kisser though. Um, lets get the haircut out of the way." Sonny sits on the stool still playing with his dick, muttering, "It feels so good getting a boner, especially getting one making-out with you. This is the third one I gotten since walking through your front door." I have to laugh at that because I'm a big fan of boners myself. This won't be so bad because, like Connor his first time, Sonny's so horny he'll probably have his climax in thirty seconds. Plus, I feel much better about him fucking me. That way there's no question of who initiated the sex. I believe him that he won't ever tell our secret, not intentionally that is, but shit happens sometimes. I just feel better about him doing the fucking. My fingers go through Sonny's hair one last time, then I pick up the clippers with a quarter inch guide on it and run it up the side of his head and hundreds of orange hairs get sheared off leaving his hair very short. The one inch hairs from the side of his head fall from the clippers to the back of my hand, and from there the silky hairs fall onto Sonny's shoulder with many of them sliding off, drifting to the floor. This is repeated along the side of his head and then up the back of his head and over the crown. It's a blizzard of orange silk threads leaving a quarter inch of hair in the clippers wake. For the first time since I started the posse's haircuts this afternoon I feel a tinge of sexuality from cutting Sonny's hair so short. A hint of Dodger's haircut fetish perhaps. The sexual overtones continue when I switch the guide to the eighth inch one and cut the hair on the sides and back halfway up his head, to an eight inch. Then I go back over the area taking the shorter hair up high on the sides and back, much higher than the other guys. It sexually stimulating cutting Sonny's hair too short and I talk myself into thinking it just looks better this way. I use the trimmers to outline around his cute ears that were sticking out a little before this haircut, but with the hair so short on the sides of his head now, his ears seem to be sticking out more. I think it's adorable, and so is Sonny. Groping my boner as I stand behind Sonny, I begin using the clipper without a guide in a clippers-over-comb method to cut most of the hair off the top of his head. Too much orange hair falls from the clippers to land in Sonny's lap or drift off his shoulders with my boner pulsating in my jockey shorts. I adjust my boner sideways so it's not so prominently poking out the lap of my shorts, then go back and cut his hair even shorter on top. This is easily the shortest haircut I've ever given anyone, but I like it on Sonny. I've got a very nice boner in my pants and by the time I stop cutting his hair I need to hold my breath to avoid a spontaneous orgasm in my shorts. Disappointed he doesn't have more hair to cut, I put the clippers and comb down, take a deep breath, and use both hands to rub his head vigorously, getting clippings to fly off his head, but also because I want to feel how short his hair is. This is a weird development for me as I've never gotten this sexually excited with any haircut I've ever given. Even as short as his hair is, it's still soft, not bristly. Looking at his head now I'm wondering what the fuck was I thinking cutting his hair co short. There's hardly any left on his head. Nervously I pass the handheld mirror to Sonny as he feels his hair, "God, it feels short, Dylan." I mutter, "It's too short, Sonny. Um, the color, ah, you know, threw me off I guess. He looks at his reflection in the mirror and whistles, then says, "This is the shortest haircut I've ever seen on anyone. It's surely shorter than yours." I feel guilty, realizing I let that sexy feeling control me and I cut his hair way too short. I stammer, "I, um, I'm getting mine cut just like your's tomorrow after work." He says, "You better, I don't want to be the only one looking like this. Why'd you cut it so short? Are you mad at me for asking you to help me?" I go, "I hope that's not the reason, Sonny. I thought it looked good on you when I was cutting it, but I can see it's too damn short. I'm sorry, I got carried away. I promise to get mine cut like that so it'll be you and me." He frowns, mumbling, "You better. I was looking forward to a cool burr, but this is like I'm in the Army or the Marines." I hug his shoulders muttering, "I'm really sorry," as I'm wondering why I got so carried away and cut it so short. It's gotta be because I got sexually aroused. He lays his head against my chest, like he did when he was crying, and says, "It's okay, Dylan. It was just a shock seeing it at first. My hair grows fast and it'll be the length I want in ten days or so. I'll were a hat." I can't help rubbing my fingers in his stupidly short hair. Damn, it was a hot sexy feeling as I was cutting it though. That's a first. He's looking in the mirror again, muttering, "It'll be a little embarrassing when my friends see me, but fuck it. It is what it is." Trying to make-up, I kiss his forehead, then the side of his face. Sonny hugs around my chest, murmuring, "This is nice," so I kiss him again. I'm aroused and I'm not sure how much of it is caused by the haircut and how much is caused by hugging, kissing, and feeling Sonny's body against mine. He moves sideways on the stool and puts his arms around my neck lifting his face. Our lips meet for a warm kiss and then his tongue slips in my mouth again and our tongues rub wetly and warmly together as our lips kiss. A quiet moan slips from Sonny and for a second I think it came from me because this is becoming very sexually arousing and my shorts are poking out again like Sonny's did earlier. Mmmm, our eyes are closed and I concentrate on his smooth, tight creamy skin as my hands rub all over his back and shoulders and up the back of his head. Sonny smells so nice and he taste so sweet it's wonderful. My hands travel up the back of his head again; I'm fascinated by the very short hairs that are still soft to the touch. We make-out for a few minutes until Sonny drags his lips across my cheek, murmuring, "I'm going to cum, Dylan, I just know it. The side of my face slides against his as I inhale his wonderful personal scent. I quietly say, "Relax, Sonny, if you can," he says, "Please don't stop hugging me. I've never felt like this before and I'd like to feel like this forever." My nose is against the side of his head and it's insane how much I love how he smells. It's so different from anyone I've been with. I can't stop smelling and kissing his head. He's got the smoothest, softest skin I've ever felt on anyone. Then my eyes drift down and glance at the floor seeing the piles of orange hair. I mutter, "Damn, I'm sorry about getting carried away cutting your hair, Sonny. To be honest, it's embarrassing to admit, but I got sexually turned-on from giving you a haircut. It's never happened to me before." Sonny lifts his head and looks me in the eyes, "You mean I got you sexually aroused?" I say, "You're part of it I gotta believe. Like I said, this is a first for me." He grins, "It's worth it then. You can cut my hair this short every time, I'll get a haircut every week if it gets you sexually turned on; just hearing you say that gets me sexually turned on." I rub the side of his face with the palm of my hand, saying, "You're so fucking attractive, Sonny, that must be it." He mutters, "I think I dropped a small load in my pants when we were making out just now." I go, "It's probably just precum," and he's like, "I never had that before. Can we do it now?" I say, "Yeah, but lets go in the bath just in case my brother bops in unexpectedly." He nods his head and continues clutching me as we walk over to the half bath. Inside I lock the door and then we look at each other a little awkwardly. He asks, "How do we do this?" I say, "Um, first lets drop our shorts," and he goes, "Get naked? I feel self conscious being naked." I shrug, "You don't need to be naked, but I kinda do since you'll be doing it to my rear end." He sucks on his lips, then says, "I'm so nervous my boner's going down." I smile, "Would you like to try this another time?" He says, "I think so and I can't believe I'm saying that, but my heart's beating out of my chest and I can't breath. Would you do oral sex this time so I can work myself up to doing it? You promise we'll do it another time, right Dylan?" I rub his head, "I promise, Sonny, and yes, I'll give you oral sex. That's the least I can do after fucking up your haircut." He can hardly get the words out, "Thank you," he croaks. "What do I do?" I try not to grin, saying, "It's probably necessary you pull you dick out of your pants." He does a nervous chuckle, muttering, "Oh, of course," and unzips his zipper and fishes out a dick that's very much the size of mine. A really nice creamy colored six inch dick that actually might be a little heftier than mine. It's uncut with the foreskin covering the head. I stare at it and then look into his eyes, saying, "Take the word of a gay guy who's pretty experienced, you don't ever need to be self conscious about your dick, that is one good looking penis." He looks shy, asking, "Can I see yours?" I pull my pants down and he stares, "Holy shit, you shave your pubic hairs." I go, "I didn't know if you'd notice." We're like the six year old girl saying to the six year old boy, 'I'll show you mine, if you show me yours.' Sonny looks at his dick, then at mine, saying, "Twin dicks," I laugh, "Yeah, sort of." Sonny goes, "Oh, what the hell," and pulls down his pants and oh my God, his pubic hairs are a bright shiny orange color, even brighter that the hairs on his head. I say, "Wish I had my sunglasses," which makes Sonny laugh and play with his nuts, muttering, "I think I got ya in the nuts department." His dick is flaccid now, but he does have big balls. There isn't a single hair on his scrotum, so I ask, "Do you shaves your balls, "and he's like, "No, never. They just have no hair on them," as he picks them up to show me the other side. Nice. I say, "Well, we've pretty much done as much show and tell as we can, would you like some oral sex. It's one of my specialties. I've always liked doing it." He says, "Aren't you worried about germs?" I laugh, then say, "No, I don't have that worry. I've never gotten sick, I'm hardly ever sick." I get on my knees and Sonny holds his dick out for me, "This is a first time for me, Dylan." I mumble, "You're in very capable hands with me on the job," as I take his dick from his fingers and lick it from root to head. Then I fist back the foreskin and Sonny has a nice pink helmet head on his cock. I need to look closely to see the vein on the shaft. Like the rest of his skin, his cock is creamy white and also very straight. It's pretty if you ask me. Doing another six inch lick up the outside of his cock I get a hint of flavor reminding me of Sonny's extremely pleasant scent. He asks, "Is it okay if I touch you while you do that?" I say, "Yep, I like being touched by cute guys like you." He grins, muttering, "Thanks, it feel good when you lick my dick, but I don't know if I could do that to someone's dick myself." One more lick up the shaft and I pull back the foreskin again and put the helmet head in my mouth to suck on it and lick it with my tongue. Sonny's hands go to my head as he grunts, "Un, un, oooh," rubbing my hair. Very tasty cock on Sonny and my cock starts getting hard again as I suck some of the shaft into my mouth, licking and sucking. I love his foreskin too and slide it over the head to suck on that. His cock grows in my mouth and is actually getting a longer and definitely more heft. He's grunting now as his cock does a quick transformation into a hard boner with Sonny moving his feet, moaning, "Mmmmm." I can tell he's trying to control his moans, but they keep coming. The extra length means the foreskin is barely to the helmet head now. My cock's a boner too now, stiff up against my belly as saliva drools down my chin and I start slurping on his boner. My eyes travel to his jockey shorts around his knees, and sure enough there's a wet spot were precum dripped out of his boner when we were making out. More shaft is sucked into my mouth and the head's now pressing the gag reflex area of my throat so I move my head forward and push his cock's helmet head into my throat and keep moving my head towards Sonny until my face is surrounded my curly soft orange silk. My nose is pressed in his pubic hairs, tight against his belly, but I can't smell him with his cock down my throat. I'll bet he smells awesome here. I work my throat muscles while licking and sucking the part of the wicked hard shaft in my mouth, Sonny whines, "My legs are weak, Dylan. I need to sit down and he immediately collapses onto the lid of the toilet seat pulling his boner out of my throat. I suck the head again, moving forward on my knees to get between his legs as he groans, rubbing my shoulders and the back of my head, sorta holding my head like he's afraid I'll pull away from his cock. I'm tasting lots of precum now so I pull his cock out of my month and hold it up against his orange pubic hairs, and lick his nuts. Now I can smell his crotch. It's a very sexy smell and glancing at his boner confirms it's now a beauty of a seven inch boner with the head hard and swollen. Nice! Licking his balls with long licks and then getting the lower ball in my mouth I hum on it and lick it getting Sonny's legs to move up on his toes and then shake. He laying back on the toilet tank moaning as precum drools down the shaft. I lift his nuts and lick under his scrotum back close to his asshole. Then my tongue hits his asshole as I drag my tongue from there up the back of his nuts. He grunts, "I'm going to cum," so I get his cock head back in my mouth and suck on it. His hips thrust up and he squeals as cum pours into my mouth. Swallowing hard, I'm ready for the next thrust of his hips, and the stream of cum that follows, with Sonny going, "Ahhhh, oooh, ooh my god, ooh." Only dribs and drabs of cum drooling out of his cock now. His arms are hanging at his side and his head is back as he groans. He didn't hold off his orgasm long enough for me to have one, but it wouldn't have have taking too much longer. He smells so nice I take his cock from my mouth and hold it in my fingers, then rub my nose from his belly button down through his pubic hairs to his cock that's wet with my saliva. Putting his cock back in my mouth, I suck it until the foreskin again covers the head in it's normal flaccid state. Then I take it out of my mouth, smell his belly again, and ask, "Are you okay, Sonny?" He mutters, "I feel weak." I pat his thigh, saying, "That was a very nice experience for me." He's wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, mumbling, "I have never climaxed like that. It hurt in some ways, but felt better than anything I've ever experienced in other ways. It's like there was an ache on the inside of my thighs near my nuts when I climaxed and the head of my dick burned when the cum shot out so hard and long." I say, "Huh, I get that same ache sometime too." He goes, "You actually swallowed my spunk. Gad, I'd never be able to do that. Jesus!" I mumble, "You might surprise yourself, Sonny." He sighs, muttering, "I'm such a wuss, can I lay down some place for a little while?" I say, "Sure, Sonny," helping him up. I pull up his pants, then pull mine up and he staggers out of the half bath leaning on me. I ask, "Can you make it upstairs?" He says, "How about over there on the chaise lounge?" I go, "Sure, I'll lay with you." We lay down and he cuddles against me so I put my arms around him and he goes to sleep. He almost went to sleep during his shampoo too. Jeez, he's nice to hold. I doze off too with Sonny's scent in my head. My eyes open twenty minutes later, deciding to continue laying with Sonny and enjoy having him in my arms until he wakes up. I thought it was nice hugging him around the waist during our motorbike ride last night, but this is much nicer. He finally wakes up and kisses my cheek, "Thank for showing me oral sex, Dylan. It was fantastic and so are you." Taking a wild shot in the dark. I ask, "Are you sure you don't want to try fucking. If you'd prefer, I could do you gently, and show you how it's done. If it hurts at all we'll stop." He says, "I'd rather do it to you. I can now, I'm not as nervous as I was." I say, "How about if you stay for dinner and we'll see if you're still up for it later." He says, "I'd like that. Thanks, Dylan, you're being so wonderful to me I can hardly believe it. Thank you so much...." to be continued... Donny Mumford thinkat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. They can use your help and instructions are at the site. Thank you.