Date: Sun, 20 Sep 2015 20:56:20 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION   Chapter  15

DYLAN'S  GEORGIA VACATION


Chapter  15


by  Donny Mumford


Ryan and I are on our way to try-out  for the town's summer league baseball
team. He's driving while I'm dealing with  mixed emotions. It was
embarrassing that Ryan kept his arm around the back of my  neck while we talked with
his parents in the kitchen. He's suppose to be  shielding me from awkward
and embarrassing situations, not creating them. On the  other hand, when we
went outside he was so emotional about his parents seemingly  being  proud of
him it made me feel good. His reaction to his parents  approval was really
sweet and I'm happy about that, but it's kinda weird at the  same time. I
guess in a way it's both heartwarming and heartbreaking. I mean,  what did they
do or say over the years that led him to believe he was such a  loser? And
they made a bit of a big deal out of Ryan snapping at our golf coach,  who
was rude to me.  Maybe the strangest aspect of this little family drama  is
how much they seem to enjoy Ryan acting as the alpha male in our gay
partially-pretend relationship. Good for Ryan I guess, but how any of this
reflects on his parent's character, I couldn't say.


Oh, what the hell, I'll give his  parents props for sort of supporting
their gay son and for being nice to his  submissive boyfriend... ha ha. I make
light of it, but I've totally played the  submissive role whenever his parents
are around, so of course they have no  reason to doubt that Ryan's in
charge. Anyway I agreed that he should be  in-charge before we left college, and
that's obviously having positive results.  Considering that, I guess I don't
really have much to bitch about. Damn, the  things I do to help a friend
though, and I can't get over how ballsy Ryan's  becoming. Of course, the
ballsier he gets, the hotter I think he is... heh heh.  I'm probably not taking this
as seriously as I could, and probably should. It's  all kinda kooky though.



In any case Ryan's on cloud nine  while I'm on a lower cloud. He appears
quite pleased with things as he drives,  so taking the chance of bursting his
bubble, I say, "Albert, why do you feel  it's necessary to embarrass me in
front of your parents? You promised you'd keep  me out of awkward
situations." He glances over at me as he's accelerating to the  breakneck speed of
twenty-five miles an hour, "Whaddaya mean? You're not  embarrassed we're gay,
are you?" Clever trick question. I go, "No, but I've told  you before it's not
necessary to flaunt our gayness in front of your parents.  You're creating
awkward and embarrassing moments for me." He shrugs, "I love you  and they
need to accept that fact. I'm sorry if it makes you feel awkward. Me
flaunting our gayness, as you call it, is to get my parents used to the idea. I
want to reach a point as quickly as possible where none of us gives a thought
about me having my arm around you showing my affection. That's the whole
idea."  I mumble, "Yeah, I can see you're point," and he grins, saying,
"Don't  freak out, but pretty soon we'll be kissing in front of them too. We're
lovers  and we're going to act like it. It won't be too long before we won't
need to  sneak around having sex." I go, "Oh, you intend on fucking me in
front of them?"  He laughs, "Don't be stupid! Of course not, but they'll
probably know what we're  doing and finally just accept me for who I am."


It's hard to argue with his premise,  but he is overdoing it. Ryan says,
"My parents are already pretending to accept  I'm gay, like when they
discussed that fact with their friends at the country  club. Hell, reading between
the lines, mother was just about bragging on her gay  son's beautiful
boyfriend. The next step for them is to  actually believe it's a for-real and a
forever thing. I'm gay and  proud of it, and here in Marietta you're my
boyfriend and I'm proud of that  too." I mutter, "Submissive boyfriend you mean."
He says, "Oh stop it! Stop it  right now! You like me being dominant, so
don't pretend you don't. And sit up!  You're sloughing." I sit up straight,
getting pissed at myself for doing it. A  minute of silence and then Ryan
reaches over rubbing my head, saying, "Give me a  smile, Danny. Don't pout. I'm
taking good care of you... it's all good, babe."  Damn, he gives me that squirmy
submissive feeling in my balls when he gets like  this. Mister confident,
and I let that 'lovers' remark of his slide because why  get into semantics
again?


Trying to fight off the submissive  balloon that's expanding in me, I try a
bit a assertiveness,  "It's  all good for you, Albert, but we've talked
about that bossiness thing of yours  before. I've asked you nicely not to be
bossy with me when we're alone. I'm  mostly just putting on a submissive act
for purposes of improving your  self image, but that only applies when we're
around others. Not when it's just  the two of us like now when you told me
to sit up straight." He grins and rubs  my head again, muttering, "You sat up
straight though, didn't you?" I've got  nothing to say to that, and then he
asks, "Did we, or did we not agree that I'll  be in charge this summer?"
Frowning, I refuse to respond to that too, mostly  because he's right and
anyway we've discussed it eight thousand times already.  He mutters, "Nothing to
say? I rest my case." We don't talk again until we get  to the high school
baseball diamond. This town of mostly wealthy households has  spared no
expense for their high school sports. There's an elaborate football  stadium
behind this awesome baseball area. I go, "Wow, sweet setup!" Ryan parks  and
gives me a history lesson, "High school and college sports are a much bigger
deal in the south than the northeast. It's even more prevalent in southern
states other than Georgia. That's because Georgia has major league teams in
all  the major sports where most southern states, except Florida, do not.
Still,  Marietta takes pride in their high school sports programs. Friday
nights in the  fall there are big turnouts for the high school football  games."


We get out of the car and walk  towards the activity behind the batting
cage. I'm trying to find holes  in Ryan's logic and all I can come up with is
him going back on his word about  seeing that I'm not in embarrassing
situations. Other than that he's  successfully impressing his parents, and I have
to say he's impressing me  too. I admire the new confidence I see building in
him, although it's almost at  times getting to the point of arrogance. I
look at him and feel that tingling of  sexual arousal in my dick that I often
get when looking at him. That's nothing  new as I've always felt that with
Ryan, but it's building stronger and most  of the time I revel in it. I guess
I'd have to say Ryan's really coming into his  own this summer, and I know
damn well I've helped him with that. Theo Sawyer  yells, "Over here, Albert,
and um, both of you." He doesn't remember my name. We  walk to him and he
does the one arm hug with Ryan while patting his back, saying  "Thanks for
coming," then he bumps fists with me, saying, "How ya doing, dude."  I smile
and he goes, "Both of you need to put on one of these numbered bibs,"  and he
hands each of us one, explaining, "The coaches will be evaluating all of
us during the tryouts. Look at all the guys here Mark and I rounded up."
There's  a big burly kid handing out numbered bibs too, so I assume that's Mark.
He's  wearing a wife-beater t-shirt and that dude is one hairy mothafucka.
And yeah,  it's a good turn out of about thirty-five guys. Theo adds, "The
summer league  allows only eighteen players per team so half of these boys
are gonna be  disappointed," and his eyes drift past me. He says, "You two are
my guys so  sign-in on this sheet with your name, bib number, and cellphone
number." As  we're doing that, he adds, "I've recruited you guys and ten
others for the  tryout while Mark over there has recruited twenty-some guys.
Heh heh, guys are  hesitant to say 'no' to Mark. He's a fuckin' animal."


We're standing around as other guys  sign-in with Mark, and then two more
with Theo, as he's telling Ryan, "I checked  you out online, dude. You know,
at your prep school, and you had a good senior  year, huh?" Ryan goes,
"Yeah, my best year. I hit 335 and didn't have an error  in center field." Theo
says, "Yep, and you had ten assists throwing out runners  from center field.
You're a cinch to be our center fielder." Huh, I wonder why  he couldn't
make the Merrimack team if he's that good. Theo says, "The kid who  played
center fielder for our high school last year is away for the summer. He's
vacationing someplace with his family." Then a guy with a bullhorn-voice yells,
"Everybody have a seat in the stands!" His deep loud voice makes my eardrums
 vibrate. Ryan pats my shoulder, "Lets go, babe." Trying to shake this
squirmy  feeling I have for Ryan, I sarcastically mutter, "Yes, daddy," and
follow him to  the bleachers where we sit in the first row. Thankfully Ryan
didn't hold my hand  on the way over here. Even though I'm feeling significant
sexual heat for him,  I'm still a little pissed-off at being embarrassed this
morning and therefore  I'm a bit snippy with him.


Four middle aged men are standing in  front of the thirty-some boys in the
bleachers. The man with the bull-horn voice  introduces the other three men
as the outfield coach, the infield coach, and  pitching coach. He's the
manager in-charge of everything. His name is Pedro  Gonzales, "Call me 'skip',
boys. Today we'll evaluate position players for  fielding and hitting while
coach Neidamyer will be working with the pitchers.  Okay, which of you guys
are here trying-out for spots on the pitching staff?  Raise your hands."
Seven guys raise their hands and are instructed to go with  coach Neidamyer.
When they leave, Skip says, "Outfielders?" and eight guys raise  their hand
including me because I might as well stick with Ryan since he's the  only
person I know, and because I like the squirmy feeling I get being around  him.
Secret staircase, secrets squirmy feeling in my balls.. ha ha. We go off  with
coach Jones, a black man who smiles a lot. I hear the manager, Skip,
telling the infielders to go with coach Owens, and so we begin. I'm nervous
because most of these guys are good enough to have made their high school
baseball team. I wasn't good enough so I'm at a disadvantage before we even
start. I'd hate to be one of the dorks not making the team, which is just one
more potentially embarrassing situation for me. After saying that, I have
this  strong sense Ryan will make sure I'm on the team one way or another.
That's the  kind of faith or trust I have in him after only one week living with
him. He's  going to be looking out for me even if it means I get
embarrassed once in  awhile.


Ryan, me, and six other guys follow  our coach to the outfield grass where
he tells us how things are going to work.  "Boys, the first forty-five
minutes I'll be hitting fly balls and line drives to  left field, right, and
center. You'll take turns fielding the balls and then let  me see what kinda arm
y'all got. Throw the ball back in like someone's tagging  up at third." We
all nod our heads, then he asks, "So who's trying out for  center field?"
Ryan and a younger kid with a million freckles raise their hand,  then trot
out to center field. That leaves six of us, and coach says, "You three  take
turns fielding balls in right field," then he points to me and two African
American boys, "You three take left field. Lets hustle boys." I jog out
saying  to one of the guys, "I'm Danny," and the guys bumps fists, mumbling, "Yo,
 everyone calls me Toast." The other guy is ahead of us and not apparently
interested in making friends. The coach hits a high fly ball to center
field  and, wow, the ball jumped off the metal bat making a distinctive sound.
Freckles  casually catches it with one hand and guns it back towards the
coach. Pretty  good arm on that kid. Then a ball to right field goes over the
heads of the  three boys out there and two of them chase it while the third
guy just stands  there as coach makes some notes on his clipboard. One of the
kids throws the  ball back in but it lands well short of the foul line where
the coach is  standing. The coach stops and jots something else on his
clipboard. Then a long  fly ball to left field, directly at Toast. He catches it
one-handed and throws  it back in, but his throw doesn't reach the coach
either.


This goes on in the hot sun for quite  awhile, and I'm the only guy here
without a fuckin' hat. I glare at Ryan hoping  for eye contact so I can point
to my head that's getting sunburned, but he's  concentrating on flies balls
coming his way. During sandlot games I've only  played the outfield a couple
of times because I was always one of the better  infielders. I catch two
fly balls and heave the ball towards the coach with a  lot on it. Then Toast
lines up to catch a fly but he misjudges it and it goes  over his head. He
yells, "Fuck," and chases it down. Our grumpy left fielder,  the one without a
name, flubs a line drive that gets past him, but he doesn't  bother chasing
it. My best catch is a sinking line drive that I charge catching  it an
inch off the grass with the coach yelling, "Good catch, thirteen!" I'm
thinking, 'How about jotting that down on your clipboard!!!' That's  my bib number,
lucky thirteen. It's fun, but each of us gets only five or six  chances to
catch a ball. I'm six for six, Toast is five for six and no-name is  four
for five because he didn't hustle after the ball like Toast and I did. I
watched Ryan when balls were going to centerfield and he caught them all easily
and his throws to the infield were on a rope with plenty behind them. He's
good!  Then the coach yells to us, "Come on in, the infielders are going to
take  batting practice." When we're around the coach, he says, "We'll see
how you  outfielders do playing infield positions." He sends what I think
might be the  three weakest outfielders, including no name, back to play right
field, center,  and left. The rest of us play the infield. Coach says, "Catch
the pop-ups and  field the grounders as if you're in a game, throwing them
back to me hard." We  do that for a half hour and then the coach calls us in
again.


It's our turn in the batting cage  with the coach pitching batting
practice. Three of the infielders jog to the  outfield to catch or run down the
balls we hits. The others take their regular  positions in the infield. We'll
all get six swings and we're instructed to only  swing at strikes. The eight
of us gather round the coach with Ryan squeezing the  back of my neck,
saying, "Nice job out there, Danny," and damn, I hate myself,  but that made me
feel good. Forgetting I'm mad at him, I grin, "You too,  Albert," and I get
that fuckin' squirmy feeling in my balls again. I rest my  forearm on Ryan's
shoulder glancing at the side of his face. He looks so sure of  himself, but
maybe that's because we're playing baseball and he's good at it.  Thinking
he's looking especially sexy, I lean against Ryan's side as we stand
together watching the three right-fielders bat. He give me a grin and I grin  back,
then he puts his arm around the back of my waist and gives me a hug. I
sort of side step away so I'm not standing here with Ryan's arm around my
waist.  He grins at me and puts his arm across my shoulders. Good  compromise.


Two of the right-fielders hit mostly  fly balls, and as the third batter
gets in the batter's box Ryan rubs up the  back of my head, whispering to me,
"Are we friends again, or are you still mad  at me?" I grin, quietly saying,
"I've got no choice, I gotta be friends with you  'cause you're the only
person I know." We're not standing close enough to anyone  for them to hear
us. Ryan squeezes my shoulder  now, murmuring, "I can see  in your eyes you
think of me  more than a friend. Your eyes tell a lot and  they're telling me
you're beginning to look up to me like maybe you're even  admiring me. Could
that be?" He's so serious, I gulp, "Um, yeah, I guess I am  looking up to
you because I depend on you here." There's buzzing in my balls, as  he says,
"It's more than that I think." I shrug, "Yeah, I guess so, Albert. Um,  I
don't know, I guess you're a better leader than I expected, um, and I guess
I'm enjoying being here with you... a lot." He murmurs, "Thanks, Danny, thanks
for  telling me that. I'm appreciative that you're recognizing me as the guy
 in-charge here. I'm interested in knowing if I'm fulfilling my commitment
of  providing all the dominance you need. I think I see you telling me
subtly that I  am." I'm not sure what to say, so he adds, "I want you to know I'm
really trying  to do the right thing for you. It means a lot to me that I
can do something that  helpful where you're concerned. I love you, Dylan, and
I hope you'll admit  sometime this summer that you love me too." I gulp
getting words caught in my  throat, "Ah, I," then three fake coughs, before
squeaking out, "I think you're  awesome, Albert." He nods and smiles, then goes
back to watching the batting  practice. Fuck, I meant to say 'you're doing
an awesome job', but it came out  he's awesome.  Well that's almost the same
thing. I was sort of tongue-tied  for a second not expecting anything so
serious from him. And anyway, when the  hell did he get so insightful and, um,
so cool? Jeff drifts over and Ryan  whispers something to him. Jeff smiles
a big smile and bumps into Ryan's other  side.


I try concentrating on the pitching  for when it's my turn in the batting
cage. I'm nervous because the coach is  firing the pitches over the plate
faster than I'm used to seeing playing sandlot  ball. Center fielders bat next
so Ryan pats Jeff's and me on the shoulder and  walks over to the cage with
Freckles. Freckles is first and he hits a hard line  drive and then a long
ball over the fence and then a couple sharply hit line  drives down the right
field line that would easily be doubles in a game. After  each batter the
coach jots something on his clipboard. He yells at Freckles,  "Nice hitting,
nine," which is the number on Freckles' bib. Ryan's next and the  first two
pitches he hammers over the fence with easy-looking swings. The next  four
get nailed as line drives using the whole field and he gets a shout-out  from
the coach. Freckles hits good but Ryan hits better, and Freckles has a
weaker arm. Yep, Ryan's going to be the center fielder but Freckles is good too
 so he'll probably be a backup outfielder on the bench. That mean only one
other  outfield back-up spot remains.


The no-name black kid bats first for  us left fielders and he swings and
misses at the first pitch. That's only the  third or fourth swing-and-miss
I've seen this afternoon. The coach is laying  them straight over the plate,
but fast. No-name has two feeble grounders and  then two slow pop-ups to the
shortstop. I wonder why he's even trying out, and  then I'm wondering where
he's going as I watch him walk to the parking lot. Huh,  now I feel really
bad for him. Well, there's only two left fielders now, and  it's my turn at
bat. Fuck, I'm nervous as I glance at Ryan who nods his head  encouragingly. I
watch the first pitch go by and the coach yells, "That was a  strike,
thirteen." Next pitch I hit a nice line drive, then a grounder between  shortstop
and second. I hit line drives for the next three that would all  probably
be hits in a game. Yippee! I feel good walking back to Ryan who's  grinning
which makes me grin too. I put my arm across his shoulders, hugging  him,
saying, "Those fuckers are coming in fast, huh, Albert?" He chuckles, "No,
that's not fast. They're about sixty miles an hour. Wait'll the real pitchers
start pitching batting practice." Oh balls!


There's a break and we gather around  coolers filled with, as the coach
said, 'Pop' and bottled water. Pop means  sodas. Ryan and I grab cans of Coke
and sit in the shade of the school drinking  our pop. I ask, "Ya think it's
okay to smoke?" Ryan shakes his head, "No, don't  do that," so I don't.  He
tells me that after break we'll be batting with  live pitching from the seven
guys trying out as pitchers. Then after that he  doesn't know what we'll be
doing. Theo joins us patting Ryan on his baseball  cap, saying, "Dude,
that's a rifle of an arm ya got there. I was watching from  first base and
you're good!" Ryan goes, "Thanks. So you're trying out for first  base?" and Theo
goes, "Yeah, I'm the only one trying out for first base. No one  else will
challenge me because I hit a fucking ton. I hit five of those lollypop
pitches from coach way the fuck over the fence. My sixth hit almost took Torey's
 head off at third base... heh heh. Love me some baseball." Then he tells us,
"The  black kid, the one wearing the number two bib, has a nasty curve ball
so don't  swing at it because he can't get it over the plate, and you
couldn't hit it even  if he did get it over the plate. Take the pitch."


When live batting practice starts  four of us outfielders play the infield
positions like we did with coach  pitching batting practice. The other three
take the outfield positions while the  infielders hit. I'm at second base
watching the pitcher and he's slinging the  ball in much faster than coach,
and consequently the batters are not doing  nearly as well as they did
earlier. Then I glance over and see one of the right  fielders now playing third
base. I got a glimpse of him before and now that I'm  closer, oh my god, is
that guy cute! He's very fair, with pale red hair sticking  out from under
his hat. Choir boy looks similar to Brad's boyfriend, Timmy, but  this kid is
taller. He's my height, slim and agile as he fields balls at third.  He's
good so I gotta wonder why he didn't try out for the infield in the first
place. A ball wheezes by my head as I'm staring at the third baseman. I heard
the damn ball going by my ear. Ryan, who's at shortstop, yells, "Wake up,
Danny!" Oh shit, I see the coach mark something on his clipboard. One of the
coaches is acting as an umpire calling balls and strikes so each batter
gets a  hit or an out, then it's the next guy's turn. All the batter runs
around the  bases after they hit, busting their asses running because one of the
coaches has  a stopwatch timing them. I figure it'll take at least a half
hour for all these  infielders to get their 'at bats'.


I'm hoping nobody else hits a ball to  me, and of course the very next ball
hit is a hard grounder to my left and  instinctively I go to my left and
field the ball, then throw the kid out at  first. He continues around the
bases anyway to be timed. A coach yells, "Good  play, thirteen!" Oh, hot shit,
I'm on my toes now. I get quite a few more balls  hit to me and I field them
okay, but two balls I should have gotten get by  me and are fielded somehow
by Ryan from his shortstop position. Coach yells,  "Good hustle at
shortstop, twenty!" I don't know how Ryan got to those two  balls, and he's not even
an infielder. He covered for me. The black pitcher that  Theo warned us
about is taking his turn pitching and holy shit, I couldn't hit  him. I'm amazed
how some of the guys are connecting with the kid's fast ball  that seems to
run in on the hitter. These guys are out of my league. Then I  summarize
what I've seen so far and conclude pitchers and more than half the  batters
are impressing me, the others aren't much better than me as far as I can
tell. When the infielders all have three 'at bats',  it's our turn. There  are
only seven outfielders now because no-name walked out. I'm again calculating
how many outfielders the coaches will keep. There's three outfield
positions,  plus one back-up outfielder, who will probably be left-handed Freckles,
so I  only need to beat out two of the other three guys. I'm shooting for
the position  of back-up right-handed bat off the bench because I easily see
three  outfielders, including Ryan, who are better than me, and they'll be
the  starters.


Theo calls Ryan over as I take a seat  in the dugout. This is kinda cool.
Then my eyes are on the third baseman again.  There's something about him
that has my almost non-existing 'gaydar' on alert.  He jogs over to the dugout
looking cuter and sexier the closer he gets. Big grin  on his face as he
says to no one in particular, "Man, can that guy pitch! No  fair, he's got a
full boat scholarship to Rice University." I ask, "What's his  name?" and the
third baseman looks right at me, then sits next to me patting my  shoulder,
saying, "Drake's his last name and he goes by the nickname, 'Speed'. I
played with him last year right here at Marietta high." Then he holds his hand
out, "Hi, I'm Chubby Bell, nice to meet ya." I go, "Danny Newman, and
likewise.  Um, that's my brother's nickname, Chubby." He grins, "Probably for the
same  reason too." I go, "Yeah, he's far from chubby." He goes, "My first
name is  Jeffrey actually, but most everybody calls me Chubby." I go, "Get the
fuck  outta here, that's my brother's real first name  too," and he nudges
against me, grinning and saying, "Get the fuck outta here  with that bull
crap." I go, "No really," and Ryan comes over, so I ask, "Albert,  what my
brother's first name?" He shrugs, "Um, Jeffrey, but you call him  Chubby."
Jeffrey Bell hugs around my shoulders, saying, "No shit? That's  awesome," and
he introduces himself to Ryan who says, "Jesus, that name  coincidence thing
is weird."


Jeff/Chubby is very friendly. He  asks, "How come ya don't wear a hat,
Danny?" Ryan looks at me raising his  eyebrows. Oh fuck, I know what I'm suppose
to say, so I mumble, "Ah, um, oh my  boyfriend's a prick and wouldn't let
me wear one today." Ryan chuckles and  Chubby frowns, "Boyfriend? Um, why
won't he let you wear a hat?" Ryan says,  "Yeah, why is that, Danny?" I frown
looking away, mumbling again, "Because he,  um, wants everyone to see the
haircut he gave me." Chubby's like, "No shit, I  don't blame him. That's a cool
haircut." Ryan says, "Thank you, Jeff! I've been  trying to tell Danny
that." Jeff's looks at me, then at Ryan, "Oh, it's you two?  You're boyfriends?"
I nod my head, then Ryan puts his hand on top of my head,  saying, "So
Jeff, you like Danny's haircut?" Jeff says, as if it's obvious,  "Yeah, it's
cool," and takes his hat off showing an unruly head of pale red hair  in no
particular hairstyle, asking, "How much do you charge. I'd like a haircut  like
that." Ryan and I both are like flabbergasted, with me muttering,
"Really?" and he goes, "Yeah, why not? I think it's a really cool haircut,  really
extreme and that's me, extreme." That really shocks me. Ryan's just as  taken
aback as me, as he hesitantly says, "If you're serious you can follow us
home after practice. No charge, I'll give you my specialty haircut for free,"
 then Ryan smirks at me. Chubby says, "Thanks, man. Yeah, that'd be great,"
and  Skip calls out, "Okay, boys, time for some more live batting
practice."


As we all leave the dugout I'm  thinking this has got to be a huge put-on,
except there's no way Ryan could have  arranged it. He doesn't talk to
anyone, well not till I got here anyway.  Chubby/Jeff, says to me, "You're in
left field, huh?" I go, "Yeah," then I ask,  "You serious about liking this
haircut? You gotta be putting Albert and me on,  right?" He acts a little
offended, "I'm not putting you on! Why the fuck would I  do that?" then realizing
he came on a little strong, he pleasantly asks, "Why  would you think I'm
bull shitting you? Um, don't you like the haircut?" I shrug,  "I guess in a
way I do, but in a way I don't. Anyway, you should have asked me  to give you
a haircut 'cause I'm really good at it. Albert can only do this one
haircut. He learned it online." Ryan's swinging some bats choosing one he likes.
He comes over saying, "Daniel, are you trying to steal my only other
customer  away from me." Chubby laughs, "Don't fight over me guys. I'll stick with
Albert  because he's the expert with that haircut on your head, Danny, and
that's the  one I want." Ryan puts his arms across Chubby's shoulders,
smirking and saying,  "Good choice," and we walk to the line that's forming at the
batting cage. Theo  calls Ryan over again as I'm again looking at Jeff,
finding this almost  impossible to believe, "Um, sorry, Chubby, but this is so
weird, but um, did you  come over to me in the dugout because of my haircut?
I just can't believe..." He  laughs, "Yeah, I liked that you have the balls
not to wear a hat with hair  that short, but also there's something about you
I can't exactly put my finger  on that intrigued me." I'm nodding my head,
but I can't think of anything to  say. This is basically beyond belief and
incomprehensible.


Standing with Chubby/Jeffrey, neither  of us talking, he finally breaks the
ice saying, "We're lucky the Rice  University pitcher had his turn already,
huh? This pitcher doesn't look as  fast." I go, "I guess," and he grins at
me putting his hat on my head, saying,  "I'm gonna get you in trouble with
your boyfriend," and I pull the hat down on  my forehead, saying, "Nah, he's
a good guy. Didn't it surprise you we're gay?"  He goes, "Of course it
surprised the shit outta me. Two reasons: one, you don't  seem gay, and two,
nobody comes right out and says they're gay. So it was double  the surprise." I
go, "Well, we come out and say it. Um, I gotta call you Jeff,  okay? It
freaks me out calling you Chubby." He takes his hat back, saying,  "That's okay,
Jeffrey's my name. Um, do you mind if I feel your hair. It looks  so cool."
I shake my head, "Go ahead," and he runs his fingers on my head from  my
forehead back, "That feels so sexy." I kinda make a face, and he goes, "No,
it looks cool, really! You should like this haircut, it highlights your face.
Ya  know, um, you're the best looking person I've ever seen in my life.
That's  another reason I walked to your spot in the dugout." I go, "Oh, thanks,
um, you  too." He laughs, "Wanna be boyfriends?" and he laughs bumping my
shoulder with  his.


Thinking about all this again, the  only think that makes sense is Jeff's
gotta be breaking our balls, mocking my  haircut and just putting us on. All
the laughing he does hints strongly that  he's a ball-breaking put-on
artist. In a bit of a grouchy manner I say, "I've  already got a boyfriend," two
actually but why go into that with him? He says,  "I know, I'm just kidding
you, Danny. Um, your boyfriend, Albert, he seems, I  don't know, kinda strict
with you. Is he?" I say, "Yeah, sort of, but the reason  for that is a
complicated story." Jeff nods, mumbling, "You're lucky, you know  that?" I'm
like, "Whaddaya mean?" He says, "I'm another boy who doesn't seem  gay, but I
am. You're the first person who knows that because unlike you and  Albert
I've never admitted it to anyone."  I say, "Ya just did," and he  says, "Yeah,
because you boys admitted it first." Looking real serious now, my  turn
putting him on, I go, "Oh dude, we were just bull-shitting you. I'm sorry  if we
gave you the wrong impression, but we're not gay. It's just a thing we
tell guys for shits and giggles. My father's in the military and he makes me
get  this haircut. Albert doesn't cut hair!" Jeff blushes a very bright red
with his  eyes watering, as he stammers, "Oh fuck... I'm, ah..." He cute so I
squeeze his  shoulder, "Nah, that was bullshit, the first wasn't." He
nervously laughs,  wiping at his eyes with the heel of both hands, mumbling, "You
prick, I almost  peed my pants." I say, "A guy at work says that all the time.
I should introduce  you two." Now he laughs, still red in the face,
"Goddammit, Danny, I never know  when you're fucking kidding." Ryan comes back, and
I say, "Guess what?" He goes,  "What?" and I tell him Jeff's gay. He
doesn't believe it at first, but Jeff  tells him for real that he is, then adds,
"And I admire how you're strict with  Danny. That gives me a hard dick just
thinking about you being strict with me  too." Now I think he's gotta be a
big fat liar, but he seems so sincere. This is  way too fuckin' much!

Ryan and Jeff get into a discussion  about their high school baseball teams
and I feel a little jealous. It seems  these dumb hicks in Georgia are
giving Ryan the attention I'm used to getting  back home myself. It's like
Ryan's 'the man', the hot stud and I'm his faithful  sidekick or something,
faithful submissive boyfriend. Plus, I can't add anything  to their discussion
because I wasn't on a baseball team. Then we're next in the  batting cage,
Ryan waves a finger at me, saying, "Go on, get in there, you  bat first,
Daniel." It takes uber amounts of will power not to pout. Fortunately  my will
power is world renowned. I give him a 'look' and he says, "Do what  you're
told," and now I'd look stupid trying to argue about batting first.  Ryan's
showing off for Jeff ordering me to bat first. Fuck him! Taking a deep  breath I
pick-up a metal bat and get in the batters box, purposely not looking  back
at Ryan and Jeff. First pitch is a fast ball that almost hits me in the
fucking head and I flop backwards on the ground. The coach says, "Good
reflexes,  thirteen." I get up brushing myself off and glare at the pitcher who
couldn't  care less. He winds-up and zooms another fast ball that I swing at
defensively  and by some miracle I hit it way the fuck out there." The coach
calling balls  and strikes, says, "Ya got the fat of the bat on that one,
thirteen. Good  eye/hand coordination," and he jots something on his clipboard.
The next pitch I  assume is his change up because it comes in slow and I
take a mighty swing and  twist myself in a ball missing everything. Coach
mumble, "Curve ball, thirteen.  Watch for that one." Another curve ball that I
slice over the second baseman's  head. I hit two hard grounders and the coach
says, "Not bad. Next!" My heart's  pounding as I walk out of the batters
box and Jeff walks by me, saying, "Nice  hitting, Danny." Nice luck is more
like it.


Ryan hugs my shoulders, "You did  great!" I nod, feeling a little less
pissed-off at him, but I still say, "Yeah,  not bad, but you embarrassed me
again. This time in front of Jeff." Ryan shakes  his head slowly like he's
disgusted, "You get embarrassed too easily, Danny, and  about every fucking
little thing too. Fer chrissakes, am I in-charge or not?" I  get that feeling in
my balls again so I don't say anything as we watch Jeff hit  two balls off
the fence in center field. Then a swing and a miss, then two line  drives and
he's done. Ryan says to me, "Can you please calm down. You've been
snipping at me since we left the house. Come on, Danny, lighten-up." I shrug,
feeling childish, "Yeah, okay," and he goes, "How 'bout Jeff being gay, huh? Can
 you believe this shit? And he loves your haircut too." I go, "I'm not sure
if  he's putting us on or what. It's too bizarre of a coincidence." Ryan
goes, "I  don't know but he seems sincere about it. How 'bout him saying he
wishes he had  someone like me to be strict with him... ha ha, does that rock or
what!"  We  both chuckle with me doing mostly a phony chuckle staring at
Ryan's uber blue  eyes with the tinted contact lenses. He's getting sexier and
sexier. Jeff comes  over to us high-fiving, and we tell him, "Awesome
hitting, dude." The tryout  winds-down and we're back sitting in the bleachers
while the coaches confer and  compare their clipboard notes. If I don't make
the team, as a bench player at  least, what the fuck am I going to do when
Ryan's at practice or playing in  games three days a week? I've gotta depend
on him getting me on the team somehow  because I can't come watch him like
some nerd. Then Skipper says, "Listen up.  We're finding it hard cutting some
of you boys, but we gotta do it. The rules  say maximum of eighteen players.
If your number's not called don't take  that as an indication you're not
good because you're all good. It's just that it  comes down in some cases that
there's someone who performed just a little better  today... and that's all
we coaches have to go on. A one day  try-out."


He starts calling out numbers in  numeric order so my suspense is over
quickly. He calls out, "Okay, numbers 4, 9,  13..." and that's all I need to hear.
Then I think, 'Did he say these are the  numbers of the players being cut?'
but Ryan and Jeff are patting my back, so  I'm in. After eighteen numbers
are called, Skipper tells us, "Hook-up right now  with captain Theo or Mark,
whichever one recruited you. The rest of you boys,  thank you for coming
out. You're all winners." We're getting up with Jeff  saying, "We're all winner
except some of us are a little bigger winner than  others." Ryan says, "You
two go over and check-in with Theo. I gotta take a  piss," and just like
that Ryan's included Jeff as his boy number two. I hope  Jeff's number two... ha
ha, maybe I'm number two. Jeff and I walk over to Mark  with Jeff saying,
"Danny, do you mind that, um, I'm kinda hooking up with you  and Albert? I
have friends here, but no gay friends and it's a treat to be with  you two."
I'm like, "No, not at all, Jeff. Are you, I don't know, um, actively  gay?"
He says, "If you mean have I had sex with another boy, no I haven't." Oh
man, this is so unexpected and so unbelievable. Ryan thought he was the only
gay  guy in Georgia and in one week's time I uncover four more, not counting
Ryan and  me. One of Sammy's brothers tells me he's gay, gay Brad who has
fucked me twice  with both of us wearing neckties, then there's gay Timmy,
another choir boy,  plus this choir boy here, Chubby/Jeff, who seems to have the
hots for Ryan. Yeah  well, I knew I couldn't be the only guy in the world
who thinks Ryan's sexy hot.  Looks like I've finally ran into another guy who
agrees with me. And it's funny  how when it's Brad, Timmy, me, and Ryan
it's Brad who's obviously in charge. He  just assumed the leadership role and
now with Ryan, me, and Jeff it's Ryan's  who's obviously our leader. I'm
gonna need a score card if we meet any more gay  boys. It's been like a chain
reaction since I met Bradford.


Ryan comes over and gets between Jeff  and me putting an arm around the
back of our necks, asking, "What do we need to  do now?" I go, "I don't know.
We're waiting for Mark to sign in the other guys  he recruited." There are
five guys before us and when it's our turn,Theo says,  "Hey, Albert, dude!"
and they slap hands. Then Theo looks at me, "Huh, I'll be  dammed, ya made it!
Awesome!" He tells us, "I recruited twelve guys and eight of  you made the
team. Some I didn't expect." Fuck you, Theo! He says to Jeff, "Hey  Chubby,
wassup? Dude, you didn't even need to try-out, and neither did I, or a
couple of other boys, but to be fair, ya know, we participated with the
recruits." We all sign a form releasing everybody in the world from  responsibility
if we get injured or beaned by a high fast ball and wind-up a  vegetable.
Then we give our measurements for uniforms. We need to provide our  own
footwear and gloves. If we want we can use our own bat and that's about it,
except there's practice tomorrow after church. Walking towards the parking lot,
Jeff asks, "You gonna do my haircut this afternoon, Albert?" He says,
"Yeah,  I'll do you both. It'll be early for Danny, but this way I'll get you
both on  the same schedule. Then it'll be every Saturday afternoon from now
on." Ryan  glances over at me pointing his index finger, saying, "Not a word
from you." He  knows I was going to complain about getting another haircut
this soon, but what  does it really matter if I had a haircut Monday? Plus, I
get to wear a baseball  cap at practice from now on, and I won't any longer
be the only one with this  absurd haircut. Misery loves company.


Jeff follows Ryan's Mini in a newish Volkswagen convertible.  He's probably
from another wealthy Marietta family. At the house Ryan sends me  off to
get the barber stuff that just a couple of hours ago he told me to take  down
to the cellar. That was after I gave  Sam's brother's their haircuts this
morning. When I get back with the  barber toiletry kit Ryan's instructing Jeff
about anal intercourse.  "... probably hurt the first few times. Be sure to
use plenty of lubricant. KY  jelly's awesome and you can order it online."
He looks up, nodding at me when I  walk into the garage, saying to Jeff, "I
used lots of  lube while stretching Danny's rectum and anus to match my big
cock, but now I do  him bareback, don't I Daniel?" He seems so confidently
in-charge talking to his  newest convert, or should I say disciple. Okay, I'm
a little jealous of  Jeff, but I still get that familiar squirmy  feeling in
my groin admiring Ryan's leadership. All I can do is murmur, "Yes,
Albert." He goes, "Set up everything for me the way I like it, okay, babe?" and  he
goes back to talking about gay sex with Jeff who's hanging on every word.
As  I put the last of the barber stuff on the long narrow table that
shouldn't even be in a garage, I hear Jeff  say, "I've never seen blue eyes like
your's, Albert." Ryan chuckles and tells  him about his tinted contact lenses.
At least he's honest about it.


Ryan says, "Take off your shirt,  Jeff, and hop up on that stool. And no
talking while I'm doing your haircut, I  need to concentrate." Jeff nods his
head and quickly does what he's told,  pulling his shirt off and hopping up
on the stool while running his fingers  through his hair. Maybe saying
goodbye to it. My mind drifts back to the early  threesome days of Robby, Ryan,
and me. Ryan and me being Robby's twin  boyfriends. Now I guess I'm going to
be twin boyfriend with Jeff for Ryan. That  thought almost gives me a boner.
This time I'm going to try avoiding the  jealousy I had competing with Ryan
for Robby's attention. What goes around comes  around I guess, but it comes
around differently in my case. I still can't wrap  my head around the fact
Jeff wants this haircut of mine. It's like I'm in the  twilight zone. This is
so weird and the way Ryan doesn't give it a second  thought about giving
Jeff the haircut baffles me too. I mean Jeff left home with  a lot of nice
light red hair on his head and he's going home scalped. Neither  Jeff nor Ryan
seem to give a shit about that. It could cause Jeff trouble at  home. I
worry about stuff like that. I'd be asking for reassurances that Jeff's
positive this bizarre haircut won't cause any kind of problem for  him.


I'm leaning up against the fourth  garage bay wall with my arms crossed
looking at Ryan's combing through Jeff's  hair the way he's seen me do before
giving a haircut. I can't help but ask, "Um,  Jeff, are you sure about this?
I mean, what will your folks think when you come  home almost bald?" Ryan
gives me a dirty 'look' and says, "Shut up, Daniel! Can  you please do that
for me." I don't look at him but I feel a submissive bubble  pop in my balls.
Jeff says, "I texted both my parents, Daniel. It's summer and  the shorter
the hair the better." I shrug, not daring to say anything, then  glance up at
Ryan and see he's looking sternly at me, so I look away. He  probably
thinks I'm just trying to ruin his fun. He likes giving these dominant  haircuts
and I guess he gets his rocks off seeing us docilely sit there while he
just about shaves our heads. This Jeff thing is sorta blowing my mind, and I
give a thought that Ryan could have hired him. Oh fuck! that's so stupid of
me!  This has got to be the biggest coincidence I've ever seen... period and
end of  sentence. I mean, Jeff being gay and liking this haircut, and then
saying I'm  lucky because I have a strict gay partner. Oh sure, stuff like this
happens  every fucking day.


A couple of hours ago I was wondering  how Ryan got so ballsy so quickly,
and now this... he's got himself another  'submissive boy' and he's already got
Jeff eating out of his hand. It's like  Ryan's the coolest thing since the
Internet. Like I said, I'd be very hesitant  to give a guy a haircut like
Ryan's going to do unless I'd asked if the  guy was sure about six times. It's
so radical! Ryan just goes ahead and does it  without a second thought.
Trying again to, I don't know, give Jeff a chance to  change his mind, I ask,
"How old are you, Jeff?" Ryan slaps the back of Jeff's  head, saying, "Sit up
straight, Jeff!" Then to me, "You, shut up!" Oh fuck, my  balls tightened
up at that. Ryan's really got this bossy-dominant thing down  pat. Jeff's
sitting up straight in an exaggerated manner as he tells me, "I  turned
nineteen almost two weeks ago, why do you ask?" I shrug, "Just wondered,"  then
ask, "Albert, how come you don't tell Jeff to shut up?" He takes a big  breath,
than slowly says, "I apologize for that, Danny, I'm sorry. Now please be
quiet while I'm cutting Jeffrey's hair," and he turns the clippers on. My
haircut fetish is soon in full bloom watching Ryan cut Jeff's hair exactly
like  he does mine. He pushes Jeff's head roughly over to the side and holds it
there  with his left hand as he runs the clippers all the way up Jeff's
head with tons  of pale red hair falling to the floor. Then over and over and
over again, going  over the same place two and three times bearing down with
the clippers to cut  the hair as short as possible. That's a totally
dominant haircut right there. I  need to turn away or I'll cum in my pants. If I
was doing that haircut I would  have cum in my pants already. Neither Ryan or
Jeff have even a touch of my  fetish so they aren't affected. Jeff doesn't
say a word, like instructed, and  when I take a chance and sneak a look back
at them, Ryan's running the bare  clippers across the crown of Jeff's head
just like he does with me. So much  light red hair is on the garage floor I
need to look away again. I feel weak as  my groin buzzes and my boner pushes
out the front of my shorts leaking precum.  This fetish feels good, but it's
humiliating too.


Next time I glance over Ryan's  already finished outlining around Jeff's
ears with the trimmer clippers and he's  using both hands now to vigorously
rub Jeff's mostly bald head getting snippets  of hair flying off. Done that,
he gives Jeff's head a rude push, saying, "You're  all done, boy," and if
anything Jeff looks balder than I feel when Ryan's done  with me. Jeff gets up
looking embarrassed, blushing and feeling his head with  both hands,
mumbling, "Fuck, I feel scalped. I don't know, but it seems much  shorter than
your's, Danny." Huh, nothing like a little reality slipping into  the situation,
huh Jeff?  Anyway, that's how I always feel when Ryan's  finished with me,
like I'm scalped. What else can you say? It's close to a  shaved head and
like Jeff, I feel embarrassed too. Ryan likes, "And it'll be  that way every
week, Jeff." Jeff looks scared. It's one thing to say the haircut  looks cool
on me, but another to experience it first hand. Ryan says, "Lets go,  get
over here, Danny! I'll shape you up too." I walk over pulling off my shirt
and then sit meekly on the stool. I feel meek, I feel submissive, and what's
more... I like it. I feel my head too while Ryan's using a tiny little
brush  cleaning the clippers. My hair feels fuzzy on top. Ryan glances at me and
sees  I'm staring at him, so he asks, "Feeling submissive?" I nod my head
and he  mumbles, "You'll probably feel it a lot more by the time I'm done
with your  haircut."


Ryan's satisfied the clippers are  clean as he snaps at me, "And sit the
fuck up straight! What is it lately with  you and slouching? Do you ever see
me slough?" I mumble meekly, "No, Albert." I  sit up straight pushing my
boner to the side so it isn't as obvious? Jeff's  still rubbing his hair with
one hand and looking at his reflection in the  handheld mirror that he's
holding in his other hand. He sort of whines, "Albert,  this definitely is
shorter than it looked on Danny." Ryan says, "That because  his hair has grown out
just enough to lose the crisp look that your haircut has,  but his will
look the same when I done with him." Jeff looks doubtful and Ryan  adds, "Plus
your hair isn't as dense as Danny's so you're seeing more of your  scalp
than shows on Danny's head. That's actually the major factor why you think
your haircut is shorter. It's not. Anyway, get used to it because that's the
look I like on you boys, the just-cut crisp look and it's why I insist on
weekly  haircuts for both of you." I see Ryan's lips twitch, and then be
inexplicably  bends over laughing out-loud for real, probably realizing that he
sounds like a  jackass. Or maybe he's loving this expanded role for him, one
that he can hardly  believe... twice as many submissive boys to boss around.
Taking a deep breath,  Ryan controls his laughter as Jeff and I stare at him
dumbfounded. He says, "Oh  man, everything just struck me as kinda funny,
that's all boys." Then he  chuckles again and mumbles, "Oh man, get it
together." Jeff frowns, and Ryan  says, "It's a long story, Jeff... ha ha ha, this is
all kinda unexpected, but you  two are awesome and I really mean that." He's
loving his new found power I  guess.


I'd be lying if I said I didn't love  Ryan's confidence too, but I also
hate it. I'm conflicted and then when my two  fetishes gang up on me I'm
helpless. Separately they're strong, but when they're  combined like when Ryan
dominantly gives me this haircut it's both intensely  sexual as well as
borderline humiliating. It's like my submissive and haircut  fetishes go wild. And
it's not that Ryan's trying to humiliate me, it's all in  my head. Ryan
wastes no time as he pushes my head over and runs the clippers all  the way up
the side. I feel like I'm going to cum in my pants right from the  start. My
haircut fetish was blazing while watching Ryan dominantly do the  haircut on
Jeff. So I was right on the verge of blowing my load anyway, and when  Ryan
does the back of my head taking the bare clippers over onto the top, I do a
 gasping moan, hump my hips and a long stream of cum shoots off in my
pants. My  boner buzzes and quivers. Ryan stops, waiting for me to finish my
orgasm as he  explains to Jeff about my haircut fetish. Jeff's staring with his
mouth open.  Most of what Ryan's explaining to Jeff is just unintelligible
murmuring sounds  in my ears as I hump again moaning with sexual pleasure and
shooting more cum in  my pants, and then I'm weak, my body's more docile
than ever and my mind a fog  or sexual sensations.


I hardly realize Ryan's continuing  the haircut, roughly pushing my head
this way and that. I'm aware when the bare  clippers are going over the crown
of my head again, but that's all I'm aware of.  When he's done, and telling
me, "You're done, boy," I'm deeply into a submissive  trance. Jeff's looking
scared again as he stares at me, hardly believing his  eyes. Guess he's
never seen anyone totally dominated into a trance like Ryan can  do to me at
times. Ryan squeezes the back of my neck, saying, "Clean up in here,  Danny,
I'm gonna show Jeff around. And after cleaning all the hairs off the  floor,
change your fucking pants." I murmur, "Sure, okay, Albert." He says,  "Good
boy," and then rubs Jeff's head grinning at him, asking, "How's that feel,
Jeffrey?" Jeff's leaning into Ryan forgetting about me as he says, "It feel
extremely short. I'm gonna send a selfie to my parents so they don't faint
when  they see me." and Ryan says, "You do that. Didn't you tell me you're
an  'extreme' guy? This haircut's perfect for you." Huh, I could never be
that  blasé. I'd be worried about Jeff's parent's reaction if I gave him that
haircut.  Jeff can't stop feeling the sandpaper feel of his head as he
follows Ryan to the  door. While rubbing his head again, I hear Jeff say, "That's
one of the oddest  things I've ever seen. Danny's, um, trance or whatever it
was, and him  spontaneously shooting off in his pants without touching his
cock. Did you see  the big wet cum stain? Jesus!" Ryan goes, "It's nothing
new. He's a sensually  awesome boy, that Danny Newman." Jeff says, "I guess
it's because you have the  sexiest way of handling him firmly, but with love
too. I wouldn't mind at all if  you..." If you 'something' I don't hear, and
then Ryan says something but  they're outside so I didn't hear that either.


As I sweep up the hair, which  consists almost entirely of Jeff's long pale
red hairs mixed in my tiny blond  hair clippings barely an eight of an inch
long. While sweeping, my submissive  trance quickly fizzles out and now I
feel scalped again. Yeah I do feel scalped,  but Ryan might be right about me
getting used to the haircut because I care less  about it now then I did
even five days ago. Many people have seen my haircut by  now so it's like
yesterday's news by now. Even my friends back home, most of  them have seen me
with Ryan's haircut. He was giving me these haircuts a  month before we left
Merrimack breaking me in to what I could expect this  summer. Yeah, it's not
that big a deal anymore, but try telling that to my  haircut fetish. Today
it was flaring hotly while I watched Jeff lose all his  pretty hair. Oh
well, I'm feeling normal again. Done cleaning everything up, I  take the
toiletry kit back down to the basement where Ryan gave me my last  haircut. I'm
also trying to feel myself out to determine whether I'm glad or not  that
Jeff's in the picture now. I think it might be a good thing, but then  again.


On the third floor I take off my cum  saturated underwear and shorts, wipe
all around my cock, and balls and put clean  clothes on. Then I run into
Mrs. W. in the kitchen on my way back out. "Oh,  Daniel! You startled me. I
didn't know you were in the house." I'm like, "Sorry,  Mrs. Wilcox. Albert just
gave me and a friend haircuts, and he told me to take  the barber stuff to
the basement." She goes, "Albert has you running in circles,  Daniel. You
don't need to do all his errands you know." I say, "Yes, ma'am," and  she
goes, "You two are so funny with those haircuts." Looking at my head, she
mumbles, "God, it's a short haircut." I say, "Yes, ma'am," and she asks, "Who's
the friend? Did Albert give him this same haircut?" I say, "Yes ma'am, he
did.  The friend is Jeff Bell," and she goes, "Oh, Margie's son. That's very
interesting. Oh my, wait'll Margie see Jeffrey with Albert's haircut." I
say,  "Um, Jeff said he was going to send his mother a selfie," and she asks,
"What in  the world is that?" I tell her and she says, "Oh Lord, what'll she
think? Tell  me something, Daniel, do you boys do whatever Albert tells
you?" I go, "Mostly,  yes ma'am, we do." I'd like to ask why she thinks it's
interesting that Jeff  Bell's the friend, but I don't. She's busy putting
groceries away in the pantry,  saying over her shoulder, "Tell Albert to invite
Jeffrey for dinner with us  tonight. He's such a nice agreeable boy, isn't
he?" Her facial expression and  the way she said that is curious. Then she
adds, "Albert should have made  friends with Jeffrey before this. I mean
considering you three have so much in  common and all?" Another mysterious comment
that I just nod at because I don't  know how to respond to It. The obvious
inference is Mrs. W. suspected Jeff of  being gay and now she feels she's
confirmed it. Maybe Jeff's parents expressed  concerns along those lines to
Mr. and Mrs. W. at the country club.


I don't know how to break-off our  conversation without seeming rude, and
then she helps me out, "Go on, Daniel,  tell Albert what I said about dinner.
Also you boys should be thinking about  getting ready for dinner in an hour
or so." Grateful for an exit line, I say,  "Yes, ma'am," and out the door I
go checking my watch. It's only twenty minutes  after five. Lighting a
cigarette I walk around the garage and see Jeff and Ryan  sitting on the bench
in the gazebo talking. I walk up and Ryan grins, "Get your  ass over here,
Danny," and when I do he says, "Bring your head down." I lean  over knowing
what he's going to do. Chuckling he rubs both Jeff's and my head,  saying,
"This is awesome. My two boys with identical specialty haircuts by me...  oh
fuck, this is so cool!" I straighten-up thinking Ryan's going over the deep  end
here.


He looks at me patting the bench next  to him, saying, "Sit on the other
side of me, Daniel." I sit and Ryan puts his  arms behind Jeff's and my necks,
he laughs a little laugh at some private joke,  then asks me, "Do you think
having twin boyfriends is giving me a big head,  Danny?" I go, "Um, yeah,
obviously it is," and he laughs again, "Yeah, I think  you're right, I'm
getting giddy at my recent good fortune." I shrug and glance  over at Jeff who
shrugs back, then grins. He's a happy kid always laughing or  smiling. Ryan
goes, "Seriously, I going to mellow out a little, but can you  believe we're
into the twin boyfriend situation again?" Slowly shaking my head,  I say,
"It is hard to believe, but I was thinking that exact same thought when
sweeping the garage." Jeff asks, "What's that, the twin boyfriend thing?" Ryan
explains what happened early in our freshman year with Rob. Jeff's like, "You
 two were competing for this guy, Rob's, attention, huh?" Ryan says,
"Hardly a  competition. I didn't have a prayer against Dyl, um, Danny. The
competition  didn't last long." Jeff goes, "You boys have been so lucky. You've had
 boyfriends like forever and I've never had a single one." Ryan's hand
comes off  Jeff's shoulder to rub the back of his closely barbered head, saying,
"You've  got a boyfriend now," and Jeff' chuckles, "Oh, just like that I'm
your  boyfriend? What about Danny?" Ryan looks at me sort of chuckling,
saying, "You  and Danny are my submissive twin boyfriends." I smirk at Ryan, and
mutter, "Oh  fuck, here we go again." Ryan laughs and Jeff smiles, not
knowing what's so  funny.


I go, "I almost forgot Albert, your  mother wants you to invite Jeff for
dinner tonight." He goes, "Really?" and I  shrug, "That's what she said. She
know's Jeff's mother." Jeff says, "I didn't  know that," and I look at Jeff,
"Um, let me ask you something, Jeff. No offense,  but are you sure your
parents don't know you're gay?" He says, "Yeah, I'm sure,  how could they know?"
Ryan says, "My parents didn't know. They were shocked, but  um, why would
you ask Jeff that?" I go, "Don't know for sure, but I think I  picked-up some
innuendo or something  from your mother when I told her Jeff  was with us,
and you gave him a haircut too. She said something about the three  of us
having a lot in common." Ryan looks at Jeff, "Could your parents have  picked
up some vibes from you and wondered if you're gay." Jeff says, "Like me
never having a girlfriend, you mean?" I go, "That, or maybe something you said,
 or better yet maybe they accidentally saw what you were viewing on your
laptop."  He blushes bright red again, "Holy shit, yeah, I never thought of
that. I  sometimes leave my laptop on and they might have seen some gay porn
on it, but  they've never said anything to me." I go, "It's a ticklish
subject for some."  Ryan mumbles, "Whatever, we're just guessing. Do ya wanna stay
for dinner?" Jeff  says, "Yeah, but first I'm taking that selfie I
mentioned and sending it to my  parents so they'll know how I look with your
speciality haircut." He seems proud  of it now. It didn't take him long to get used
to it.

Looking at Jeff as he's holding his  iPhone away, taking his selfie, I'm
thinking his head definitely looks worse  than mine. Ryan cut both our hair
the exact same shortness, but he's right when  he told Jeff his hair isn't
dense and therefore his scalp is visible on the top  of his head too. Obviously
all around the sides and back of our heads the hair  is so short our
scalp's in plain sight, but his is on top too, and mine isn't.  How the fuck could
he like that look?!  Weird, but it's apparently no big  deal to him. Maybe
I make a big fuss over this haircut because my fetish  fucks-up my thinking.
It's almost like I feel guilty enjoying it so much that I  decide to hate
it. I'm basically the only one who's made a fuss about it. Sure,  guys have
commented and said this haircut sucks, like Sam's brother, Major, but  that's
it. A comment one time and they forget about it. Jeff sure doesn't seem
self conscious about his haircut. He can't fuckin' wait to send a picture of
himself to his parents. Looking at Ryan, he seems as happy and relaxed as
I've  ever seen him as he laughs looking at the selfie Jeff took and emailed
home.  Then Jeff shows me and I go, "Dude, you look bad-ass." Not!


Jeff gets a text right back and he  laughs, "My mom says, 'OMG!'," and he
shows us. The full text was, 'OMG! You're  a good looking young man,
Jeffrey.' And he is. I look at him trying to test if  I'm jealous that he's somehow
already become my twin boyfriend, and I don't  think I am... not yet anyway.
He'd be hard to dislike. I mean I might have quick  moments of jealousy, but
nothing significant. Jeff texts back about staying for  dinner and his
mother tell him it's okay and he should say 'Hi' to Albert's  mother for her.
Ryan puts his arms around both of us again and gives us a  squeeze, then says
to me, "Jeff and I were talking about guys making-out and he  thinks that's
too girlie." Jeff says, "Definitely! Doing the male role of  fucking your
buddy up the ass is macho and then letting him blow you is  borderline okay
too, but anything more than that is queer and I'm no queer." I  go, "Ha! You've
got a lot to learn, my friend. Don't you know what it means to  be
submissive? Albert called us his submissive twin boyfriends. You don't do the
fucking unless your dominant partner wants you too." Ryan says, "Yeah, Jeff,
listen to Danny. Nobody knows 'submissive' better than him," and he chuckles,
grinning at me. Maybe I know a lot about it, but no one experienced it more
than  Ryan. He sees me giving him a 'look' and knows what I'm thinking. He
mumbles to  me, "Please, lets not go into that just yet. Let me enjoy my
fifteen minutes of  fame." He'd be humiliated if Jeff, or anyone for that
matter, knew his past  experiences being a super-submissive.

Jeff's almost laying on Ryan,  seemingly very comfortable having Ryan's arm
around him. He goes, "Fuck, yeah, I  see what you mean about being
submissive, but I'd rather be dominant and be on  top doing the fucking." Ryan says,
"Both the submissive and the dominant partner  are equally important. Ya
can't have one without the other. And being submissive  now doesn't mean you
won't be dominant later." I say, "Anyway, Jeff, most gay  guys are basically
neither. Maybe it'll turn out you're neither, but you'll  never find out is
you're never sexually active. And I'm not suggesting you be  sexually
active. Only you know when it's the right time for that." Ryan goes, "I  don't
know, Daniel, I think there's a little bit of sub/dom in almost every
relationship... straight, bi, or gay." I shrug, "You might be right, but right  now
Jeff is far from dominant. I think we can agree on that." Looking at Jeff,
Ryan says, "Yeah, until further notice, Jeff/Chubby you're my submissive
boy and when you're ready, I fuck my submissive boys up their ass, don't I
Danny?" I go, "Yep," and Jeff asks me, "Do you like it?" and I go, "Yep," and
Ryan says, "You will too, Jeff, when you're ready. Maybe after dinner," and
he  laughs again. I've never seen him laugh this much. Jeff mumbles, "Okay,
I'm your  submissive boyfriend, but I'm changing my mind. You can't take my
cherry today  because I'm not ready to go that far." Ryan goes, "It's your
decision for sure,  Jeff. You can stay a virgin forever if you want."


We drop that subject, but I'd love to  see Ryan plowing Jeff's cute ass,
and I wouldn't mind plowing it myself. Today  might lead to nothing more than
the haircut, or it might lead to something hot  and sexy. If it does it'll
be because of Ryan, not me. Jeff's obviously  impressed with him, and has a
crush on him already. I don't get why I'm not  attracting anyone here in the
south. No, that's not right because of Brad, who's  sexier and hotter than
this pussy Jeff. Ha ha, that wasn't very nice. Ryan's  saying something, then
he goes, "Earth to Danny," and I go, "What?" He says, "I  was telling you
to lend Jeff a pair of your khakis and a dress shirt when we're  getting
ready for dinner. He's your height and all." I go, "Sure, Albert, no  problem."
We get up and walk around to the garage with both Jeff and I feeling  our
shorn heads, then grinning at each other when we notice we're doing the same
thing. He goes, "It feels good, doesn't it?" I go, "Yeah, I guess it does at
 that, Jeff." He says, "You look good with that haircut, how about me?" I
say,  "You look sexy good," and he laughs, then says, "Hot damn, I'm glad I
met you  boys. I feel liberated and free to be myself. Like I'm not alone
anymore, ya  know? I have friends, but it's different in a good way to be with
gay friends."  I nod, then rub his head and he laughs rubbing mine. He's
really cute with a  nice laugh and an awesome smile. We're just a couple of
silly submissive boys  walking behind dominant Ryan. What bullshit that is, but
I gotta admit it's  kinda fun. Ya know, I guess I should feel liberated
too. I'm isolated here in  Georgia and free to act as goofily submissive as I
want. No one's gonna know  back home. I'm Daniel when I'm here and it's like
a 'Get out of jail  free' card. I can act as submissive as I want, doing
stuff I wouldn't  think of doing if Rob and Chubby were around to see it. I've
had flings with dog  collars and butt plugs in my wilder days, so I don't
need to go that route  again, but I could if I wanted to.  Here it's like,
what do I care what  these people think about the stranger Daniel Newman? I'm
never going to see  anyone from here again after July.


In the garage Ryan pulls the tarp off  his motorbike. Jeff's like, "Cool,
it's almost like mine," and now they have  something else in common. They
talk motorbike talk for awhile and then Ryan  says, "Danny, I'm gonna give Jeff
a ride on my bad-ass motorbike. We won't be  long," and he hands Jeff 'my'
helmet. They gets on the motorbike with Jeff  getting on behind him and
wrapping his arms around Ryan who revs the engine and  then takes off in a jack
rabbit start leaving rubber in the garage. I hear Jeff  squealing as Ryan
does that sharp turn at the curve of the driveway with the  bike almost laying
over on it's side. Huh. Lighting a cigarette I walk back to  the gazebo to
smoke it. I'm wondering if Ryan remembers that we're suppose to  meet Brad
and Timmy tonight. Checking my cell phone for Brad's address, then  getting
direction to his house, I happily discover it's less than two miles from
here. In the gazebo I forget all about being 'liberated' turning my attention
to  my real life as 'Dylan Newman'. I'm smoking while reading texts and
emails from  the boys back home, and the two in Texas.


I get immersed in their lives,  smiling at what they text, seeing all their
cute faces in my head. Everyone  tells me they're doing good and they miss
me. Chubby sent me a long email  listing twenty-five things he misses about
me the most. He says this is the  first twenty-five of a thousand he'll be
sending me. Oh god, he's awesome! He's  already broken-up with one girlfriend
because of the different size tits she  has. He says it throws him off his
'game when he feels them and he thinks he's  with two different girls at the
same time. The dream, the one he claims he had  about this girl, left him
with two dicks, one shorter than the other. He blames  that as the reason he
had to break-up with her. He says he charmed a pretty  Japanese girl who was
selling perfume samples in Macy's and he's taking her out  tonight to see
if she's 'easy'. Oh brother! I never know how much is bull shit  and how much
is true but I smile the whole time I'm reading his email. He signed  it,
'Love, Chubby', which made my eyes feel funny because I know that's not bull
shit. Then Robby's email is full of details about work and the meetings he
attends for the big project that's still almost a year away. After that he
tells  me about Danny Monday and how Danny wants to quit but he's staying on
until  Robby gets a replacement. No more details about that curious
development. After  the detailed stuff Robby gets into the 'love' stuff and he's so
sweet and  sincere it makes me cry with my heart full of love for this
uniquely wonderful  boy who I've known now for over three loving years. We're
bound together almost  as tightly as Chubby and me. I reread both emails and
then go to Dodgers and it  makes me laugh out loud reading about his unusual
view of the world. He hints at  sex between him and Connor, but mostly about
him and one of the cooks who he  says always dips his dick in the soup
before serving it. There are emails from  Connor who writes exactly like the
sweet unassuming person he is in life, and  Seth who's always reminds me of
Connor. Then texts from Sonny and Cory and even  ones from Bean and Dawg who
wants to know when I can give them a haircut... ha ha,  like I'm in the vicinity.
The next thing I know forty-five minutes has passed  and I haven't answered
any of the emails. I haven't even read all the texts, but  where the fuck
are Ryan and Jeff? Did they have an accident? Putting my  cellphone away I
walk back around to the garage, but no motorbike, so what the  fuck? Now I'm
worried.


Not knowing what else to do with  myself, I go back to the gazebo to wait
and less then five minutes later I hear  the rumble of the motorbike's
exhaust pipes. I'm back at the garage just as Jeff  comes roaring up with Ryan
behind him, hugging him. They get off the bike all  smiles and doing
high-fives. "Awesome way you handled this bike, Jeff," then to  me, "Sorry we were
gone so long, we lost track of the time, Daniel." I go, "It's  six-fifteen so
shouldn't we start getting ready for dinner?" Ryan puts the  motorbike in the
garage and covers it with the tarp, saying, "Yeah, let Jeff  shower in your
room, Danny. He'll be putting on your clothes and all. I'll meet  you guys
in my room no later that five-minutes-of-seven." In the kitchen Ryan  says
'hello' to his mother and then kisses her on the cheek, startling her, but
she seems pleased by the show of affection. Then she says, "It's so nice you
can  dine with us tonight, Jeffrey," and he goes, "Thank you, my mother says
'Hi'."  Mrs. W. goes, "Oh, how nice. We play golf together you know, a
wonderful woman,  your mother." Jeff says, "Yes, ma'am," and Mrs. W. looks at
Jeff's head shaking  her's slowly, asking, "Why do you boys let Albert give
you those haircuts?" Jeff  and I look at each other a second, then he says,
"Daniel and I like the way  Albert cuts our hair. Don't we, Daniel?" I go,
"Yes, and he likes to do it too,  so we're good with it." She looks at Ryan,
grinning, "So now you have two boys  trying to please you, Albert. Well, I'm
glad for all of you, now please scat and  get cleaned-up for dinner." We all
mumble, "Yes ma'am," and we're on our way  upstairs with me saying, "Are we
pumping your tires enough for you, Albert?" He  goes, "You're doing good,
thank you... heh heh, keep it up." At the second floor,  Ryan says, "You boys
heard what I said. See you in thirty-five minutes," and we  both say, "Yes,
Albert," and then Jeff and I chuckle at what dweebs we are to  let him boss us
around like that. Going up to the third floor Jeff says, "Ryan  says I'm
his number two boy," and he laughs, adding, "I'm gonna win the number  one
spot from you." I go, "Oh balls, it's deja vu all over again," and he  laughs,
mumbling, "Yeah, you're not gonna be any competition, not like Jeff said
about you with that other guy." I ask, "You mean, Rob?" and Jeff goes, "Yeah,
whoever he is." Jeff's one of those guys who you quickly feel you've know
for  much longer than just meeting him a few hours ago.


In my bedroom I ask, "Do you wanna  shower first?" He says, "Why not take a
shower together. You're not shy about  being naked are you?" I shrug, "Not
that I've noticed, in fact I like being  naked." Again I'm thinking, 'This
kid is one surprise after another!'  We get naked and he goes, "Holy shit you
shave your pubes and you have  a nip ring. You're one cool dude, ain't
cha?" I go, "Nice of you to notice," as  I check out his equipment. An average
five inch dick and normal size nuts. His  orange pubic hairs remind me so
much of Sonny. Huh, yeah Sonny, and I used to  think he gave me short haircuts.
I actually miss that little ball-buster. Jeff  says, "Hey, would you shave
my pubes for me?" I laugh thinking he's kidding, but  looking at him I see
he's not, so I'm like, "Sure, I guess," and we go into the  bathroom. There's
another surprise right there! Sitting on the  toilet seat lid with naked
Jeff in front of me, I use scissors first carefully  closing the blades
against his skin creating a shower of curly orange pubic  hairs drifting to the
floor. Holding his cock in my left hand I close the  scissor blades again and
again and again cutting off most of his pubic hairs.  Then, stroking his
cock a few times, I mumble, "I'll get the rest with my safety  razor in the
shower." He mumbles, "Thanks, I really appreciate you doing this  for me. I
feel gay for real now and I liked you holding my dick. That felt  good."
Standing up, I go, "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, and by the way, you  smell
good." He laughs leaning over to smell my shoulder. Laughing again, he  says,
"You do too. I can't tell you how cool this is." I mumble, "Yeah, it's  pretty
cool," and he asks, "Don't ya think Albert's the sexiest guy ever?"  I say,
"He's sexy alright," but I don't say I know a much sexier guy. Why
complicate things. I'm like, "You seem awfully comfortable with all this
considering you've never had sex." He says, "No, I've never had sex, but I had a
buddy at school last year and we'd mess around together naked all the time,
jerking each other off and stuff." I chuckle, "You don't consider that sex,
huh?"


After using a dry hand towel to  gather up his pubic hairs on the floor, we
get most of them in the toilet and  flush it. Round and round go the bright
orange hairs until, oops, they're all  gone. I say, "Your pubes will grow
back in a little while and probably be itchy  for a few days." When the
water's the right temperature we get in the shower  stall and both of us turn
around under the flow of water getting wet all over.  Taking the can of shaving
cream from the ledge and shaking it, I move Jeff away  from the direct spay
and lather his groin area.  His torso is hairless but  he has very hairy
legs that look sexy. Now all the hairs are soaked flat against  his legs of
course, but when dry the curly pale red hairs made his thin legs  sexy, mostly
on his calves. It's funny, but hairy legs don't seem to go with the  rest
of him; for instance, his hairless chest and baby face with not even a hint
of peach fuzz yet. At least I've got some peach fuzz finally, which I shave
hoping to encourage a little something in the way of a skimpy beard.
Kneeling  down with the shower spray hitting mostly on me I carefully shave Jeff's
pubic  area moving his cock here and there in my fist, keeping it out of
harms way.  It's kind of a cute penis, one I'd like to see boned-up. Naturally
I'd also like  to suck him off, but I won't unless he says it's okay. For
now though I've  shaved him as clean as a new born babe. He'd probably let me
shave his legs too  except I like his hairy legs so I don't mention it.


Done with the shaving I rub my  fingers all around his cock and under his
balls feeling nothing but smooth skin.  "Feel it, Jeff," and he does with me
still holding his cock to the side noticing  the beginnings of a woody. "Ya
ever been sucked off?" He shakes his head, so I  go, "Would you like to see
what it's like?" I stroke his cock a few more times  getting it firmer. He
grunts moving his feet, then says, "Yes, I'd like to see  what it's like."
I'm still on my knees so I put the head of his firm cock in my  mouth, water
pinging off the top of my almost bald head. His dick firms up hard  in thirty
seconds as Jeff's making all kinds of groaning and moaning sounds.  He's
got a hand on each of my shoulders holding on like he'd collapse without  the
support. He's kinda bent over like he's trying to keep his cock away from my
 mouth, his head's down close to mine, but he can't stand still as I suck
and  lick his five inch cock that's gotta be sending off some awesome
pleasure  signals to his brain. Wow, his dick really gets hard, so I adjust my
head's  position and take Jeff's boner in my throat, just the head and maybe a
half-inch  of the shaft. He squawks putting both hand behind my head pulling
my face  against his smoothly shaved groin and belly, then starts humping
against my face  moving his boner in my throat. When his body gets tight and
he's leaning against  my face making a desperate long moaning sound I know
he's having his orgasm.  It's shooting straight down my throat so I can't
taste it. Seems like a lot  going down my throat though. He's done in fifteen
seconds pulling his now  flaccid penis from my mouth and sitting on the floor
with his legs pulled back  and his arms hugging his legs against his chest,
his back arching against the  tile wall. He's shaking and gasping for air.
Probably held his breath the entire  ninety seconds it took me to suck him
off.


As he sits there I  shampoo the stubble of hair left on his head, then tell
him to keep his  eyes and mouth closed and I use the handheld shower head
to  rinse the shampoo. After doing the same for my head, and without him
saying a word since climaxing, I go, "We don't have a lot of  time, but would
you like to feel my cock up your ass, maybe just the head so  you'll get an
idea what it's like?" He's shaking his head, still clutching his arms around
the front of his knees. If I rolled him  over so his forehead is on the
shower floor and he stays in a ball like this,  he'd be in the same position I
was in when Ryan fucked me recently in bed,  except my face was in a pillow.
Jeff sits there not talking, sort of rocking  back and forth slightly as I
shower. When I've rinsed off I  help him stand and bath him. I give a thought
to sticking a soapy finger up his  ass but don't because that would be
taking advantage of him.  Rinsing him off Jeff finally mumbles, "Sorry I've been
such a  dork, but that was intense." We step out of  the shower stall and I
hand him a towel. While drying, I say, "You acted like  most guys when
getting their first good blow job. It's startling the intensity  of your orgasm,
right?" He nods, "Yeah, it was something I've never felt  before." We look
at each other as we finish drying, then he goes, "Um, I would  like to feel
the head of your dick in my ass. Just the head!" I'm like, "Yeah,  okay."
and reach in the cabinet under the sink for my KY jelly, then tell him,  "Take
hold of my cock and stroke a boner on me." He takes my cock in his hand,
saying, "I've done this more than a few times with Troy."

He's so cute and innocent. I'm  rubbing his head thinking back to the
haircuts Ryan gave both of us and the way  he just did it without concern for
what we want. Can't blame him I guess. Jeff  asked for it and I don't have a
choice, but still he showed no mercy. It's when  he's running the bare
clippers on top at the crown of my head that gets to me  the most. It's so dominant
of him. That's a statement move right there, and it  leaves no doubt who's
in-charge. I'd never be able to do that because I'd feel  too much
compassion for the guy and wouldn't want to mess up his hair that  badly, and I don't
get-off like Ryan does from being dominant. That's one reason  he's the
boss and I'm not. He does it the way he wants even knowing I for one  don't
want a haircut like this. If he just didn't do that one thing of using  bare
clippers on the top-back part of our heads the haircut would be a well-cut
very short buzz cut, but he wants it 'his' specialty haircut. I'll bet there
isn't another nineteen year old in the whole fucking state of Georgia who
would  'like' this haircut, other than Jeff. Now Ryan's emboldened further,
not that he  wasn't pretty embolden anyway. I'm looking at the expression of
concentration on  Jeff's face as he strokes my cock, staring at it. He
finally mutters, "Damn nice  penis." I'm getting hard from the stroking, but also
from my thoughts about  Ryan's confident demeanor of late. I go, "Whoa,
that's good. See the bubble of  precum," and he goes, "Yeah, I kinda got you
aroused, huh?" I push his hand  away, "You could say that, yeah," and put some
jelly on the head of my cock,  asking, "You sure about this, Jeff?" He nods,
"I'm getting excited about it  actually."


When my cock's good and slippery, I  says, "Turn around and I'll put some
of this lubricant on you asshole." He looks  apprehensive but turns around
and I wipe some lube right on his rosebud anus.  Jeff's body jerk as the tip
of my finger goes in. Reassuring him, I mumble,  "It's only my finger. I want
to get you lubed up really good." I can't help  think that maybe if I play
this right Jeff will be the fifth or sixth cherry  I've broken. My finger
goes in some more as his sphincter muscle closes tightly  on it. It's going to
feel fantastic when that tight sphincter closes on my dick.  Then, oops! I
ask, "Um, when was the last time you took a crap?" He says, "This  morning
and as soon as your finger went in my ass I felt like I had to 'go'  again
right now." I say, "Well do it then," and he goes, "Not with you  watching." I
shrug and walk out of the bathroom stroking my hard cock feeling  kinda
horny about getting my dick inside him. I hear him grunting and groaning  so he
must be straining that stool I felt in his ass. Looking at my finger I
make a face. Gonna need to wash that finger before dinner, then Ryan calls up
the secret staircase. "You guys almost ready?" Oh fuck! Right away I start
wiping the jelly off my dick using a sock I wore today. When Jeff comes out
of  the bathroom, he says, "I cleaned my ass really good." I've got my
underwear on.  "We've run out of time, but how about we ask Albert if there's
something we can  work out after dinner?" He says, "Okay, but if he's going to
be there I'd like  him to be the first one who puts a dick in my ass, no
offense." There goes my  fifth or sixth broken cheery. I say, "Of course, no
offense taken Jeff, whatever  you decide, but his cock is much bigger than
mine, just saying it's  huge..."


We choose which of my clothes he'll  wear with him picking out my favorite
dress shirt. The blue one that fits my  body perfectly. It fits his body
perfectly too, as he asks, "Um, exactly how big  is Albert's cock?" I say,
"BIG," and his eyes get big, "Really?" When dressed he  looks good except for
his sneakers, but I only have the loafers I'm wearing. But  wait, I get him my
pair of Sperry top-siders which are almost like loafers and  better than
sneakers, especially when considering the Wilcox dinner dress code.  We're
standing next to each other looking at ourselves in the big mirror over  the
dresser. Jeff goes, "Damn, we look good, dude. You're a little better  looking
than me, but we could easily be brothers or maybe twins." Huh, the kid's  a
dreamer! Yeah, but we are the same size, both have light  complexion's with
identical haircuts that are so short it's hard to  tell if our hair is
blond or strawberry blond. And like I said, he's cute, so I  say, "How about a
brotherly kiss," and he snorts, then goes, "You really want to  do that?" I
say, "Yeah, I do, you're cute enough to eat." Taking a deep breath  and
letting it out noisily, he closes his eyes leaning his head towards me,  saying,
"Go ahead then." My hand goes behind his head as I lean over and my lips
close on his to suck lightly as my tongue works it way against his teeth and
he  opens his mouth a little with my tongue sliding on his tongue. Jeff pulls
his  head away laughing and saying, "No fair, you used your tongue." I'm
laughing  too, but hear Ryan coming up the steps so I go, "Time for dinner
twin," and Ryan  comes in, "What the fuck have you two been up to?" I say, "Not
much except I  shaved Jeff's pubes and blew him." With a chuckle, Ryan
goes, "No penetration?"  I say, "Jeff is saving that for you." Ryan puts his arm
around our new sex toy  as we start down the steps with Ryan asking Jeff,
"You want to try it after  dinner?" Jeff's like, "With you, yeah, Albert."
I'm coming down the steps behind  them, saying, "Albert, don't forget we have
that party thing with Brad." He  looks back, "We'll bring Jeff with us." Oh
boy.


to be continued...     Donny  Mumford    thinat2o@yahoo.com
donnymumford@outlook.com


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


Donny  Mumford


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