Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2017 12:27:56 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S JUNIOR YEAR AT COLLEGE    Chapter  53

DYLAN'S JUNIOR YEAR AT COLLEGE


Chapter  53


by  Donny Mumford


I'm in the hall holding  open the apartment door waiting for John Smith to
come through the  door from the stairs. When he opens the door, he glances
the wrong way at  first. He's looking awfully young to be wearing the NAPA
work hat and the  Haverhill Toyota mechanic's uniform. Like a skinny kid
dressed-up in Daddy's  clothes. Looking my way, he shows his cute grin that's
surrounded by all  those freckles and then walks towards me, asking, "Hey,
dude,  is the barbershop open?" I go, "Do ya have an appointment?" John mutters,
 "Fuck that." We bump fists as I mumble, "How ya doing?" and he says,
"Good,  real good."

John came directly from  work and has the now familiar car-tires-smell on
his clothes. It's not  an unpleasant smell though. Inside the apartment, I
glance at his  hands and see he's taken extra care cleaning them.  When he
takes his hat  off it's obvious he tried to do something with his unruly hair
too. It's  partially combed to the side in front although the hairs at the
crown aren't  cooperating. I ask, "When your hair was growing out from the
buzz  cut why didn't you try training it? You know, combing it over after a
shower at least." He goes, "Don't break my balls about my hair, Dylan. I'm not
 as fastidious about my appearance as you are." I go, "Fastidious is a word
I  would have thought rarely used by automobile mechanics." He chuckles,
"Yeah, ya  don't hear that word too often at the shop. I need to be sure I
include 'fuck'  in every sentence too." I mutter, "We all say 'fuck' a lot, not
just  mechanics."

As he's taking his  jacket off he asks the same thing almost everybody asks
me before a  haircut, "What kind of haircut should I get, Dylan? I want one
that doesn't  require a lot of fuss." As I set out the barber stuff, I'm
like, "I  recently gave a flattop to a young guy and it looks coolly-retro."

He mumbles, "Fuck retro, what's  current?" I describe the hideous current fad
of shaved hair around the head with  long hair on top. He rejects that too
so I suggest a short cut with the  bangs flipped up in front. He thinks
that's too 'faggy'. Finally,  exasperated, I say, "Since you don't want another
buzz cut and you can't  make-up your mind what to get as an alternative why
don't I surprise you. I'll  start cutting and see what I come up with that
doesn't requiring you doing much  with it. Something in between the haircuts
we talked about that you don't want."  He shrugs, and mutters, "Yeah, okay,
why not...? I don't want to be a pain  in the ass about it."

He sits on the stool  with the barber cape around him and I take only
ten-minutes to do a regular  shortish-haircut with a part on the side and a
little pompadour in front.  I'm thinking he'll hate it but he looks at himself in
the mirror and says,  "Yeah, okay. I look like the owner of the garage now.

Thanks, Dylan." Huh,  ya just never know about guys and their hair. He does
look very nice with this  haircut though. There's something about his shade
of red hair and his pale  creamy complexion that shows in between his
freckles that's clean and cool  looking. And of course, John looks about
sixteen-years-old even though he has  some pale-red beard here and there on his
face.

After we clean-up the  hair clippings, I put the barbering tools away and
he asks, "Well, can we have a  smoke now?" Glancing over at him, I'm like,
"An actually smoke or a storage-room  smoke?" He goes, "Storage room smoke
first, and then the other kind."  Trying not to grin, I go, "Oh, I suppose we
can do that if you insist.  Let's do it in the bedroom though, I feel exposed
in the living room." As we  walk down the short hall, he says, "You have
condoms, right?" Oh fuck! I never  remember to buy them. I'm making a 'face'
at him, like...Ooops! Slowly shaking  his head, he goes, "You forgot again,
didn't you?" I nod, "Yeah, but I've  got a good lubricant." He shrugs, "I'm
good with that. We did it bareback in  Worcester and I didn't get the clap."

I go, "You should worry about something  worse than the clap,  John." He
mutters, "No shit, but not with you." I don't know how he knows that,  but he's
right. It's another freak-of-nature thing with me I guess. I've never
caught anything from anybody. Hell, if I didn't get some disease from fat Carl
and his cousin I never will.

John says, "As horny  and anxious as I am to do this, I'm also worried your
boyfriend  might drop in on us. What I'm saying is, let's do a quickie.

We'll get our rocks  off fast and then I can relax." I mumble, "You're in
charge, John. Whatever  you say." He goes, "Since I'm in-charge, considering that
 energetic earlier spanking you got earlier, I'll skip the spanking
entirely." I go, "Whatever you say," and then drop my pants. John  hesitates, then
says, "Hmmm, you know what? Let me try sucking your dick,  okay? I did it
the first time we had sex and while driving over here I was  thinking I'd
like to try that again." I shrug, "Sure, be my  guest."

No hesitation on his  part John goes down on his knees, picks up my cock
and strokes it twice and then  suck's it into his mouth. He doesn't scrap his
teeth on it like Pony does but  it's still obvious John's inexperienced.

He's half-slurping and  half-licking it. More than anything he's generating
lots of saliva and some of  it is running down his chin. The sporadic
stimulation on my cock isn't exactly a  big turn-on but what is a turn-on is the
serious expression on his face and  the fact he seems to be trying his best to
do a good job of sucking  cock. He's not succeeding unfortunately but the
good intentions are there. Also,  I'd normally be running my fingers through
the hair of someone  who's sucking me off except after John's haircut I needed
to use hair  gel to get his untrained-hair to lay over. So, ya know, I
don't want to mess  with its now. I'm attracted to the natural texture of guy's
hair, not hair with gunk in it. And  why I'm attracted to guys' hair in the
first place I have no clue.  It's a mystery that perhaps a few years of
being psychoanalyzed might shed  some light on, but since I'm not going to do
that I'll never know why I have  this fetish.

Even though John's  doing an unorthodox job of sucking my cock his mouth is
warm and wet and when he  does use his tongue it finally produces the
desired effect and my dick  hardens-up. If there's a next time I'll suggest he
stroke it while slobbering on  it. John takes my cock from his mouth and holds
it between his thumb and  forefinger looking up at me, asking, "How was
that, Dylan?" I grin and offer  encouragement, "Awesome job, John." He nods,
"Yeah, I thought so myself," and he  gets back up on his feet and drops his
pants, saying, "Your  turn."

I get a boner wherever  I'm sucking a guy's cock but John does not
apparently so I drop to my knees and basically demonstrate how to suck  cock.

Unfortunately, I don't think John's paying attention to anything  except how good
it feels. His eyes are closed and his head's back  while he quietly moans
and pulls my hair. He's got a hair-pulling thing going  for him. I wonder if
that's a fetish? There are ten million fetishes, some even  stranger than
mine, so yeah, pulling hair could easily be one.

In less than a minute I  stroke and suck a hard boner on his nice penis and
I was taking my time  doing it because it's sexy sucking a guy's dick.

Unused to having his cock  sucked John responded quickly but I continued sucking
it even after it got hard  while hearing a lot of quiet moaning from John.

Just before taking it out of  my mouth a long slurp of  pre-cum drooled out
on my tongue. Swallowing the tasteless pre-cum I take his  boner from my
mouth and it's a damn nice-looking one sticking tightly  straight out from his
pubic hairs. It's cut with a pale pinkish  skin color on the shaft and
rosy-red head, or  glans as the head is called in medical circles. The head  is
narrow and comes to a rounded point for easy penetration. Larger
helmet-shaped penis-heads and the large mushroomed-shaped-cock-heads feel  sensational
in my rectum but they also can cause some serious initial pain,  although
usually the hurt doesn't last very long and then the ensuing pleasure  is
significantly better than you get from smaller cock heads, or that's how it
works for me anyway. John's so-called pencil-shaped cock is a very good one
for recreational side-sex which often is fast and results in quick
pleasurable orgasms. Tracy is the master of the quick-orgasm fuck. One or  two minutes
with him and it's bombs away, boom! Unfortunately, Tracy  is presently back
to fucking girls.

Getting up on my feet,  I say, "You've got a really good penis for fucking,
John, but it'll be even  better with some lubricant." The lube is right
here in the drawer  of the bed-side table so I take out the KY container and
get a big scoop on my  finger to lubricate my asshole. John gets some and
strokes it on his hard dick  as he mumbles, "I've been curious about something,
but afraid you'll think  I'm a dork for asking. Um, I'll ask anyway since
we're friends. How come I  don't run into poop when I'm fucking you?" I go,
"You would if I felt like I  needed to poop, in which case I would take a crap
before having sex. If the  'bottom' doesn't feel he needs to go, the fetal
matter, sometimes  referred to as 'shit', hasn't moved into the area of the
rectum you're  fucking." He goes, "Eww, but I'm glad I asked. Well, I don't
think I could be  'bottom' anyway. I just wondered about that." Well how's
he know he wouldn't  like it if he never tries it? That's a subject for
another time  though.

All lubed-up, I ask,  "How do you wanna do this?" He rubs under his nose
with his forefinger and  then says, "Jeez, I liked that doggy thing we did in
Worcester." I get on  my hands and knees as he chuckles, "I feel a little
dominant when  you're on all fours waiting for me to fuck you." He's behind me
spreading his  legs and bending his knees a little, murmuring, "You've got
a pretty ass,  Dylan," and then he plugs the head of his cock in past my
sphincter  muscle and I grunt, "Umpth!" not expecting the quick entry. Then I
go,  "That felt good." He mutters, "I'll say," and humps his boner three
inches  inside me as I grunt again. John gets his fingers around the front of my
 thighs and pulls me back onto the rest of his hard cock making me shudder
a  little as pleasure sensations awaken in my rectum. The tight lips of my
anus  strips-off some of the extra lubricant from his boner and as the lube
warms it  drools from around my asshole down behind my scrotum tickling a
little as it  pools down there.

It's always  exciting anticipating orgasm and that goes way back to my
childhood. Right  after my balls dropped I discovered jerking-off. It was
thrilling fun back then  knowing all I had to do was stroke my awesome penis and
it'd get hard, and  by continuing to stroke it...OMIGOD!  Climaxing gooey
orgasms  left me breathless with awesome sensations rattling my brain taking me
 to a place I didn't know existed... ecstasy! It's not a lot different now.

With  John's cock up my ass I have the same anticipation of impending
climax only I  don't need to stroke my penis. I can't say the climaxes are more
spectacular now  then back then because the newness of climaxing back then
distorts how awesome  they were in my mind. Time has exaggerated the
awesomeness  of early jerk-off climaxes. For me there are degrees of  climax
awesomeness depending on circumstances, size of the boner, and who  I'm doing the
sex act with.

With John Smith I  usually have a medium-thrilling climax. Presently
jerk-off climaxes,  which I rarely have needed to do since discovering I'm gay,
are now the  least thrilling of all climaxes. During the past six-to-nine
months  the best most delicious climaxes have been with Rob because there's
true love involved. My most earth-shattering climaxes were with  Ryan when he
was doing those too-short haircut on me and then doing his  no-nonsense hard
and rough version of sub/dom sex. Those climaxes were
roller-coaster-thrill-ride climaxes that could almost pop my eyeballs out of  their sockets. With
Ryan though it was pure sex with nothing except lust  involved. So the
levels of intense climaxes vary between jerking-off at the  low end and the
luxurious sex with my true lover, Rob, at the top. I've  experience many levels
of climax thrills and again, like I always say, the  worst one was really
good. All climaxes are special in some way for various  reasons.

John Smith's nice  straight, not especially skinny, pencil-dick feels good
inside me and he's  doing what he usually does: after penetration, he'll
hump against my butt  cheeks and then lift his hips so his hard boner pulls up
on my rectum and I go  up on my toes a little when standing. On all fours
like I am today it makes  me lift off my knees a little. In both cases, it's
almost an involuntary  response to what I perceive as a dominant act on
John's part showing  me who's in charge of our sex.

After a minute-or-two  of that deliberate thrusting he adjust the position
of his feet, gets a good  hold on my hips and begins hammering his cock back
and forth in my rectum  igniting a million nerve  endings and those babies
are all about giving sexual pleasure.  John's still pretty much of a novice
and I sometimes get the sense that  he's basically jerking himself off in my
ass, but that's okay. The whole  purpose of buddy-side-sex is to get
yourself off and experience the thrill of  climax. And the thrill is always higher
when doing it with a buddy or  lover. Both buddy-sex partners during sex
care about  their own climax about 95% of the time and the other 5% they  hope
their buddy enjoys it too. That's just how it is and I'm totally on-board
with that. The exception to that 95/5 split for me is the rare occasions
some lad asks me to break his cherry, so to speak. In those instances, I'm
honored to have the privilege and therefore I care mostly that the  cherry-boy
has 95% of the pleasure because it's their first time and I want  to do it
good for them. There's been some sweet boys who I've had the pleasure  of
sharing that experience with. For some reason, they chose me to be their
first. Virgin gay boys rock! Legal age virgins hopefully.

When John  gets into it I hear my favorite sound which is the
"Slapslapslap,"  music of two guys fucking, With John those slapping sounds are heard
along  with the moans of arousal and sexual pleasure coming from him. It's not
unusual at all for most guys to moans during sex.  It's organic moaning in
that they can't help but do it. I've  never tried purposefully not to make
the sounds and I don't believe  it's possible not to moan along with pleasure
from sex. The  sounds vary with different guys. They go from
heavy-noisy-breathing to  some guys who over-do the groaning and moaning. Quiet moans with
some heavy  breathing coming from my sex partner turns me on and adds to
the sexual  experience. Knowing how aroused my sex partner gets from sharing
my body  is sexually hot to me.

Right now John's  almost-six-inches of hard cock is tightly but smoothly
sliding to and fro  in my rectum feeling so good it makes me suck on my lips.

Anal sex for me  is a unique type of pleasure unmatched by anything else
I've experienced  although it's impossible to describe. Mother Nature's
provided so many  nerve endings in the rectum it's almost like anal fucking is what
She had in  mind. I've never had sex with a female but I've read about it
compared to anal  sex. The vagina has a hard bone or surface that stimulates
the penis at entry  but once inside the vagina it's all mushy. Ha ha, some
bisexual guys  might describe it differently, but that's what I read. With
anal intercourse,  there's a much tighter sensation on the entire penis and
not just the  one spot in a vagina. Anyway I think sexual pleasure occurs as
much between  the ears as it does between the legs. For gay guys like myself,
I can't imagine  anything coming close to the pleasure of having either
oral or anal  sex with another guy.

Presently I'm enjoying the fast  hard thrusting by John.  His grunts and
low moans are becoming more frequent now as  his sexual arousal builds towards
orgasm. There's increasing intensity in  the sensations coming off his
penis the more he thrusts and as climax  approaches the more desperate he is to
get there so everything gets going  even faster and harder. I'm feeling my
orgasm building too and  I'm shivering with anticipation and excited about it
like always. And,  at the same time, I'm conflicted because I love how it
feels being fucked up the  ass but I also am looking forward to my orgasm
exploding even though that  ends the great feeling of being fucked. I know what
a  star-burst of pleasure climax is so I mostly want that to happen.

Afterwards I'll wish the sex act could have going on longer. It's one of those
deals where I want my cake and eat it too.

John's doing his  desperate grunting now as he humps against my buttocks
and I know what that  means; for him his climax has reached the boiling point.

I'm waiting  for his final few humps against my ass with no withdrawals,
just  humping against me with his gasping whining-sounding-breaths and then  I
feel his hard stream of cum hit inside my bowels. I shake while  tightening
every muscle I have, thrusting my hips and as colored lights go  off in my
head I hear my own squeal with cum sizzling up from my nuts to  fly up my
hard boner tantalizing the nerve endings as the steam of semen is free  of me.

With me on all fours and my boner tight against my belly when that  first
long string of creamy jism shoots straight out it clips my chin on  its way
to nowhere. My  shoulders shudder as another streak of cum flies out and then
a few spurts  of cum cause a fireworks sensation all over me and my face
scrunches-up as I'm savoring the few seconds left of intense climax
sensations. Another shake of my body and I grab my cock to stroke it  tightly,
holding my breath as spikes of pleasure hit all around my rectum and  groin and
then, Ooooh, oooh, ooh." It's over for me but it was really good.  They're
all really good.

I hear John gasp as  he's pulling his cock from my ass, murmuring, "Jesus,
that felt awesome. Oh  man..." and he steps back bumping into my desk, then
pulls the chair over and  sits on it breathing deeply. His cum runs out of
my ass although not nearly  the volume I thought I felt shoot up inside me.

Blowing out air, he  goes, "Damn, that felt good. Wow, I can hardly believe
what I've been  missing before meeting you... fuuuuck." I'm on my feet
mumbling, "Good sex,  John. Um, pass me that box of tissue." He hands me the box
and I wipe my  cum-dripping ass as he asks, "Did, um, you get off good,
Dylan?" Always there's  the fishing for compliments from my 'tops'. I chuckle,
"Yeah, John, like I  just mentioned, you fuck really good. I'm enamored of
your penis." He goes,  "Seriously, is my dick too small? I mean compared to
others you may have,  um, had sex with?" I chuckle again, "Are you implying I
fuck around a lot?" He  shrugs, "More than me at least and I'm jealous of
that. You're definitely  way more experienced than me so how's my dick stack-up
against others?" I  go, "Jesus, John, I don't know what else I can say. I
told you I like your  penis. It fucks really good and it's, um, a little
fatter than some." It isn't  really but what's the harm in building up his
confidence. He goes, "Oh  thanks! I guess most guys think they have a small dick,
huh?" I nod,  "Yeah, I guess. You're is very good though." Side-sex is a
blast! You get  your rocks off and then move on with some chit-chat.

The sex is over so  John's moving on to other matters as he gets up, and
says, "I want to look  at my new haircut again," and he checks himself out in
the mirror over  the bureau. I go in the bathroom to wash my ass sticking
the washcloth up  my ass a bit thinking about having sex with Rob  tonight. Oh
boy, two times with John and then tonight with Rob.

Three-bagger-orgasm-days aren't very common for me of late. Hell, they haven't  been for months
now so I'll enjoy this one. John calls in to me, "Dylan, be  honest, do you
think this haircut looks okay on me?" I come out of the bathroom  drying my
ass, "Well of course I do, John, or I wouldn't have cut it that way.  Do you
want me to change it?" He goes, "Hell, no. I like it!" I mutter, "That's
what matters most."

He's already pulled his  pants up and I'm doing that too, saying, "Let's
have the other kind of smoke  now." We have a cigarette on the balcony and
then John needs to get going to  have dinner with his family. He still lives at
home. I almost invite him  to stay for dinner here but don't because I
haven't seen much of Rob  today and I'd like it to be just him and me tonight.

Yeah, if he doesn't bring  anyone home with him that is. John takes off after
encouraging me to have lunch  at the bar again this week. I tell him
honestly that I'll try but I'm  not optimistic.

Waiting for Rob I'm  lying on the sofa trying to think of another day
that's been as busy or as  eventful as this Tuesday has been. Then Rob's texts
that he's on his  way 'home'. Huh, I still can't come up with another day like
today as I'm  looking out the balcony glass doors watching Rob drive onto
the parking lot  alone. Good, he didn't bring anyone home with him. He sits
at the bar with  a beer watching me prepare our dinner of pork chops on the
grill  with scalloped potatoes and a salad. After dinner, we clean-up the
kitchen together and then do our college reading assignments preparing  for
this week's two midterms.

Tonight's sex is slow  and dreamy with Rob and me in bed at a little after
ten o'clock. His boner feels  different from John Smith's in all the best
ways. I gave a thought to 'topping'  again tonight, but Rob beat me to it and
It's mostly what I wanted anyway.  Sex is so much more meaningful with Rob.

It takes me higher and sometimes I get  tears in my eyes at how wonderful it
is having sex with him. Slow thrusting  until I'm weak with desire. Rob's
acting especially in-charge tonight telling me  to change positions three
times. The last position is me on my stomach with  Rob into a harder faster
fucking as his orgasm builds. I've got  my head turned as much to the side as
possible lying on my stomach  watching Rob fuck me. The expression on his
face just before his explosive  climax is awesome. There's really nothing that
can compare to this and then the  hugging and cuddling afterward can be
almost as awesome as the sex. It makes me  feel wanted and loved and special.

What more could I  ask for?  That about covers what everyone  needs.

Wednesday and Thursday  go by with the only noteworthy differences from
normal being we have our  first two midterms. Both days seem almost boring
compared to Tuesday  but more relaxing too and then Friday we don't have classes
so we  can mess around in bed this morning. I end up fucking Rob imitating
John  Smith with those deliberate hard thrusts followed by the upward hump
until  my climax comes roaring on me and then it's hellbent-fast-fucking
until  WHAM! Rob and I climax together. Feeling sexually contented we have a
light  breakfast and do some advanced college related studying for next week's
last two midterms.

Later we grab a  McDonald's Big Mac for lunch after which I go to baseball
practice with Rob  and stay for the entire practice. After Rob showers in
the locker room we  go to a rare late afternoon movie and then eat out at
Applebee's  Restaurant, which is only okay food-wise. In bed that night I again
do the  topping and start to wonder if this is what Rob would have preferred
during  our four-years as boyfriends. Damn, I hope not! Before going to
sleep, Rob  murmurs, "Today was one of my favorite days this semester, Dylan.

We spent  the entire day together." We're on our sides facing each other. Rob
runs his  fingers through my hair, mumbling, "Goddamn though, I should have
given you  a haircut today. How long has it been?" I shrug, "What
difference does  it make, Rob?" He goes, "No, seriously," and I go, "I don't know.

Four-or-five-weeks, maybe longer." He says, "Tomorrow for  sure."

Saturday morning, we  want pancakes for breakfast but don't feel like
making then so we drive to  Salem, New Hampshire for another Pancake House
experience. Again we can't  eat all the pancake, scrambled eggs, bacon, and home
fries that are on the  platters we order, but what we eat is really good. We
slept late so we don't get  done at the Pancake House until eleven o'clock
which mean we won't need lunch  today. Back at the apartment Rob says, "I've
got time before practice  so how about if you get out the barber equipment
and I'll do your  haircut." I go in the bedroom as Rob's pushing the kitchen
table against  the wall and then pulls a kitchen bar stool over near the
living room  carpet, but still on the kitchen tiles so it'll be easy sweeping
up the cut  hairs.

I don't like the barber  cape so I take my shirt off and tell Rob, who has
a comb in one hand and the  thinning scissors in the other, "You don't need
to use those thinning  scissors every fucking time, Rob. Not with regular
length hair like I have  now." He combs up my bangs, saying, "The longer hairs
on your head are  about three-inches-long and I think that's too long,
babe, and  anyway I like using these thinning scissors." I ask, "Why?" and he
goes, "Because they eliminate the wave in your hair on  top. The hair on the
sides are too short for any wave to show." He's  jealous of my wavy hair but
that's the end of that discussion as he closes the  thinning scissors twice
on my bangs; once an inch up from my scalp and a second  time an inch from
the top. There's clogged cut hairs in the teeth of both the comb and and
the teeth of the thinning scissor. I go, "Or you can use them if you  want."

He laughs, "Oh, you were serious? You didn't want me to use these  scissors?"

I shrug, "What the fuck... you're my barber so you decide." He  mumbles,
"You have dense hair, Dylan," justifying the thinning scissor usage.  Rob
combs up a batch of hair back from the bangs and does the same  thing, "Scrunch,
scrunch". He continues cutting and thinning over the  entire top of my
head. Well, I got a boner out of it  anyway.

When he's finished  doing that Rob casually combs through the hairs on top
of my head  and gets another fully clogged bunch of cut hairs in the teeth
of the  comb. He does it again and the hair on top of my head sticks up. The
three-inch hairs that survived the thinning he cuts down to two-inches
using regular scissors. Then he combs the hair over to the side and  says, "It
lies nicely to the side without a single wave. Perfect." I roll my  eyes as
he puts a quarter-inch guide on the clippers and  begins tapering at my
neck's hair-line. The hand-held mirror is within  reach so I pull it off the
kitchen bar and look at my hair. It's looks fine if  you like short blond hair
that's lying over perfectly. The thinning makes  it stay almost stiffly
in-place. Looking at the reflection of my hair  in the mirror I get this goofy
thought and ask, "How come we don't have  two-tone blond hair like we used to
have?" He goes, "Because  we're older and the light blond streaks got
darker, but maybe we'll get some  lighter streaks this summer being out in the
sun." I go, "We sound gay  talking about our hair like this, ya know." He
takes the clippers, with a  half-inch guide on it now and runs the clippers
halfway up the back of my head,  muttering, "You brought it up."

I complain about Rob's  haircutting but it's actually not bad. He mostly
does it the way he likes my  hair to look and I actually like this length
hair. I mean when compared to  those six or seven months last spring until the
end of August when Ryan was  doing my haircut, this is looooong hair on my
head now. Plus I had the  really long hair hanging in my eyes for a while and
that was a bit of  a pain-in-the-ass too.

Rob's slow;  he takes a long time with the haircut but that's not a
complaint. His cutting and combing is hypnotic and peaceful and  gets my fetish
buzzing around down near my balls. I like him fussing with  my hair. Also,
like with everything he does, he's very conscientious  about getting it right.

As he perceives 'right' anyway. And this time there  are less "Oops" from
Rob than last time. Finally he finishes by using  trimming clippers to outline
around and behind my ears. I'm looking at  the finished haircut in the
mirror and can't honestly find  significant fault with anything. Now if he'd
give me a hard  fucking after this haircut it'd be close to perfection. Ya
know, first my  haircut fetish and then hot sex! Oh boy, that really is all I
could ask  for. Unfortunately for me he took so long doing the haircut we
don't have  time for the hard fuck. He has to run off to baseball  practice.

He stays to help clean  up the hair and clean the clippers before leaving,
asking, "How do you think I  did, Dylan?" I go, "You're getting as good as I
knew you'd be, Rob. Nice fucking  job, dude." He tries not to grin but he
does anyway 'cause he's pleased  with himself and happy I like what he did.

He gives me a big hug,  saying, "I really like doing it for you too. Glad you
like it." I mutter, "Yep,  nice haircut." Rob's getting his glove and
baseball spikes, asking, "Do you  wanna come with me again today and watch
practice for a while, Dylan?"  I go, "Nah, not today. I'm going to stay in the
apartment admiring my new  haircut." He goes, "Ya goof, come with me." So I do.

At the ballpark, he  gives me the keys to the pickup and then goes through
the 'Players  Only' entrance, saying, "Stay a while. I like seeing you in
the stands.  When you leave though could you get a case of beer using our
food-fund-money? We're out of beer. Oh, and get bottle of bourbon  too." I go,
"Sure thing. I'll probably watch practice for an hour  or so. It's nice out
here today." Then I wander in the general  admission entrance. It cost
nothing to watch practice and, like I said,  it's a fairly nice day. Still a bit
nippy but the sun is out so it's  almost warm sitting in the sun. There's
twenty-five-to-thirty students  in the stands with me. They're mostly girls
watching their boyfriends,  just like I'm doing. I forgot to bring my
sunglasses or a hat though, so  after a half-hour I take off. Couldn't see Rob most
of the time anyway because  he was in the outfield shagging flies. His
freshman backup is fielding grounders  at shortstop which probably pisses Rob
off, but you do what the coaches tell  you.

With the pickup's  engine idling, I sit here and text Pony. He texts back
that he's with his  roommate at the Peabody Mall buying sneakers and then
they're driving to  the Haverhill Lanes to bowl candlepins with guys from their
dorm. He  tells me to meet him there but I don't want to bowl with a bunch
of sophomores,  especially ones I don't fucking know. I text him a modified
version of that  and he texts back that his nip-ring still hurts. Like it's
my fucking fault!  Then I text Chub, but his phone is turned off, or more
likely he  didn't charge it. It's two o'clock as I drive to McLoon's package
store for beer  and bourbon. To kill some time after that I stop in at the
Quad.  Walking from the parking lot I'm thinking how good it is I don't need
to look  over my shoulder every few seconds expecting Peter the gorilla to
jump me.

In the  Quad I buy a Coke and a slice of pizza and sit at a table with
Steve Church and  his new roommate, who he introduces to me as Nick Leopold.

Nick is so  average looking he could be the poster boy for average. Brown hair
and eyes  about five-feet-eight-inches tall and  about a-hundred-and-fifty
pounds. He doesn't have an average  personality though. Very excitable about
every-fucking-thing anyone says. Plus,  he's the one-upmanship type.  If I
went to Key West, he went to Cuba on a business trip with his dad. If I  have
a 3.0 GPA he has a 3.2... and so forth.

I'm trying to ask  questions about Steve's old roommate, Ryan, and Nick's
butts-in, "Yeah,  Steve told me that guy was a real prick there at the end,
but last year I  had a roommate who was stealing shit from me. I'd catch him
at it and he'd swear  on a stack of Bibles the stuff he stole from me is
his. Big asshole too so I was  at a distinct disadvantage." I'm like, "Jesus,
Nick, that sucks, dude. Um,  Steve, have you heard anything from your old
roomie?" He shakes his head,  "Nah, not a peep outta him but I don't want to
hear from him anyway. He's a  liar and a prick although I didn't even realize
it until the last couple of days  before Christmas break." Nick goes, "I
knew this guy in high school who...." I'm  finished my slice of pizza looking
at my watch, then I go, "Oh fuck, I  gotta pick up my roommate." Nick's like,
'You still wear a wristwatch?  My old man says guys who wear a watch...."

Jesus! As I get up I pat  Steve's shoulder, "Good luck with everything." He
grins, "I got no luck, except  the bad kind." We're both referring to Nick of
course. I shrug and  make my way out of there.

Back at the  apartment I watch a preseason Red Sox game while lying on the
sofa and  dozing off every now and then. Rob finally texts that he's ready
to go. After picking him up we eat dinner at the apartment and then meet
Chubby,  John Beverly, Golden, Danny Monday and his roommate Phil Catchings,
and the  recently barbered Lawyer Ross at Joe Blair's bar where we drink beer
and  play pool until closing. Saturday nights Chubby often has a date with
one of two girls he's dating this year, but some Saturday nights he likes a
boys' night out. We're all legal age now except Golden and he has primo
fake ID  so there's almost always drinking involved with whatever we do on
Saturday  nights and then Rob and I will go four or five nights a week  without
anything alcoholic to drink, or maybe one beer to be sociable depending  on
who we're with. Chubby tells me there's a lot more drinking going on in  the
dorms then goes on in our apartment.

After drinking the  night away Rob and I don't have sex. Instead we crash
in bed and go to  sleep. Sunday we've got hangovers although not killer ones
because we stuck  to beer exclusively while shooting pool. We lay around all
day in the  apartment fitting in three awesome making love episodes
catching-up  for missing-out last night. 'Making love' is of course  the euphemisms
for fucking, but actually there's more to it than just  fucking when Rob
and I do it. Side-sex is just fucking. When lovers  are fucking it really is
making love. There's a humongous  difference.

Nothing much happens  Monday and then Tuesday except while Rob was at
practice Pony and I got  together for our buddy-sex and then we hung around the
apartment bantering back and forth about this and that. He's telling  me how
guys were impressed with his flattop haircut and would I give a few of  his
sophomore friends haircuts? I beg off because doing flattops is tedious. It
 does not allow for  any mistakes, plus I'm doing as many haircuts as I
care to do. Pony's hanging on  me nagging but I'm not giving in. Then I
remembered my match-making idea  for Pony and John Smith. Awesome idea!
I asked Pony if he'd be  interested in meeting someone who might be a
possible buddy-sex partner for  him. Before I can even describe John Smith, Pony
emphatically  informs me he doesn't want any part of it and then he acts
jealous  accusing me of having sex with John. Of all the fucking nerve! I try
doing him a  solid and he turns on me. He gets real pissy and walks back to
the dorm refusing  my offer to drive him. Obviously, there's no sense even
mentioning the  possibility to John Smith who I bet would have jumped at the
chance. I  guess it's okay with Pony that Rob and me have sex, but Pony needs
to be my only  sex-buddy. Fuck, Rob and I know we're anomalies as far as us
being okay  with some discrete side-sex and I'm also aware that most people
insist  on monogamist relationships. Most, but not everybody. The more
enlightened of us can compartmentalize sex. I'm gonna do some research on
non-monogamist relationships when I get a  chance.

Pony texts me while Rob  and I are studying for our last midterm on
Thursday. He wants to  know if we can get together Friday and I tell him, "

Probably." He  apparently is over his little hissy-fit and I'm happy about that. I
mean,  Tuesday with Pony was the only side-sex I've had all  week. Tuesday,
we took one of the last two midterm exams and  then instead of doing the last
one on Thursday the professor re-scheduled  the mid-term to our free day:
Friday. Inconsiderate asshole! So I can't get  together with Pony and I
really wanted to. He was pouting when I talked to  him on the phone but what can
I do?  And then that weekend Rob and I went  to a frat party on campus where
only beer and wine is being served. It was  okay but I realized during the
night that I'm getting sick of college. I got  sick of it last year during
last semester too. So now I've got half a semester  to go and the thought of
all those hours in class and all the studying and  workbooks and papers
pertaining to shit I'll never use in my life... well,  it all seems
overwhelming. It's the cumulative effect. Even frat parties  are becoming monotonous and
repetitive. I don't know... maybe I'm just a little  depressed about, well
I don't know what. Why would I be  depressed?
Having all of this frat  party I can stand I got the Jeep keys off Chub and
tell Rob I'm  leaving early. After assuring him I'm fine Rob says he'll see
me back at  the apartment. He's having a good time. He's not bored with
college because it's  baseball season. Rob and some of his teammates are
drinking  and analyzing the team's chances of making the playoffs this  year. Good
for them.

After driving to the  apartment I realize I don't want to go to bed so I
text Pony.  He's in the Quad with some of his dormitory friends. I arrange to
meet him  outside the Quad and when I get there Pony's acting kind of shy.

We're just sitting in the idling Jeep. He's quiet and when I mess his hair
to  get a rise out of him he leans against me, murmuring, "Don't mess my
flattop,  okay? I like it." I take out my pocket comb and comb the front hairs
up straight again. I gave him a longish flattop in case he wanted to  comb
it down on top and flip the bangs but he's been using a hair  product that
has his hair trained to stick straight up. Getting my hand behind  his neck I
shake his head gently saying, "I may not have mentioned this before,  Pony,
but I really am extremely fond of you." He looks me in the  eyes, murmuring,
"Yeah, I know you are. Um, sorry I acted like a cunt the  other day." I
frown, "You acting like a cunt? I've never seen that. You must be  thinking
about someone else." He shrugs, "Thanks. Yeah, it probably was with  someone
else."  To cheer him up I tell him I've reconsidered and  I will do haircuts
for one or two of his friends. He perks-up but reminds me none of them  has a
clue Pony's gay so he implores me not to even hint that he is. I drive us
behind Stop & Shop where Dennis and I screwed in his box truck a couple of
weeks ago.

We get in the back seat  and after messing around a little, Pony goes,
"Okay, you're obviously being nice  trying to make-up with me about that guy
you're screwing around with. To show  you what kind of forgiving guy I am I'm
going to reluctantly forgive you.  And to prove it, I'm going to let you kiss
me a few times." I'm like, "I'm not  in the kissing mood, Pony, but I'll
give you an extra hard spanking." He goes,  "Goddammit! I'm saying it's okay
for you to make-out with me like you always  want to do and you're not taking
me up on my once in a lifetime fucking offer."  I mutter, "Yeah, well I
didn't take you up on the last time you gave me the same  once in a lifetime
offer." He laughs out loud, then says, "You're doing  excellently in your
endeavor to become the biggest  prick at Merrimack."

I make-out with him a  little until he murmurs, "You were right from the
start, Dylan. You're  always right." I ask, "Right about what?" He licks
across my lips and grins,  saying, "About good gay friends making-out. I've got a
boner in my  pants that's so hard I could scratch a message on a tree truck
with it." I  say, "Instead of doing that why don't you pull down your
pants." When he does  that, I get him to lie across my lap and spank his ass
until both cheeks  shine like red traffic lights and then turn him over and fuck
him silly. Great  fucking climax too! Afterward we cleaned-up with Kleenex
tissues with me wiping  at the stain on my jeans where Pony's pre-cum
drooled out during his spanking.  With our pants pulled up we talk until two
o'clock in the morning. He says  he loves me and I say, "Right back at you,
dude." He goes, "Not like that.  You know what I fucking mean!". Damn, he's a
good kid.

Rob's sleeping when I  finally get in bed so it's a good thing I got my
rocks off earlier with  Pony. Funny that after hooking-up with Pony I'm not as
bored with college as I  was earlier. Anyway, that takes care of our
midterms and Rob's spring  baseball practice too. The real games begin now and
Rob's going  on an overnight trip to Macon, Georgia. Yeah, Georgia of all
places. The  team will play two conference games that will count in the
standings. I Googled Macon to see how far it is from  Marietta, Georgia. That's
Ryan's hometown of course, and it's almost a  hundred-miles away. I'm not going
on the trip anyway, but it's ironic  Rob's first baseball games are only a
hundred miles from where Ryan lives  in Georgia.

Hey, maybe it's Rob's  baseball involvement that makes me feel depressed at
times. That's all he was  talking about at Saturday's frat party. And I'm
never a lot depressed,  and not all the time, but sometimes I'm in a funk,
that's all. Fact is, if I  ever gave Rob the ultimatum of 'It's baseball or
me, Rob,' I'm  afraid what his answer would be. I'd never do that though
because it's not fair.  We have our arrangement and baseball is part of it just
like side-sex is, for  now at least. I have faith in our arrangement. As an
example of that  I openly told Rob about being with Willie when Rob was away
on  business that time. I told him about Willie's Grandfather dying and how
upset  Willie was. Rob asked me some questions about what Willie and I did
and I told  him I stayed with Willie that night. We don't discuss side-sex
hardly at all so  that was the end of that discussion. He told me a little
about his business trip  but I didn't pry for details about what he did after
work. For all I know his  roommate wasn't a disgusting fat slob but rather a
sexy hot-to-trot  gay guy. Fair is fair. I actually don't believe his
roommate was a sexy  hot-to-trot gay guy... I'm just saying if he was, then good
for  Rob.

So, the beginning of  the week is the start of the second half of the
semester and now  it's Thursday the 20th of March at two o'clock in the
afternoon. Rob's  packing for the away games in Georgia and he's acting really
excited about it  too. His child-like excitement is contagious and I'm very happy
for  him. I'm helping him pack as he tells me he's starting both games at
shortstop,  but there's that freshman back-up shortstop who is very good.

According to Rob  this kid is playing out-of-his-ass and over-his-head trying to
take  the starting spot in the lineup from Rob. That's Rob's competition,
and I pray  to God the guy sprains his ankle or breaks something because if
he won the  shortstop job from Rob it'd be the first time since middle school
Rob  wasn't in the starting lineup on whatever team he's been on. Well, in
high  school he was a star pitcher too. Anyway, I don't think Rob would
handle  losing his starting spot on the team very well. I don't say it, but so
much for  Rob's idea of proving he was being 'just one of the guys' getting
those terrible haircuts from Golden. As far as the freshman shortstop's
concerned Rob could get his haircut by a homeless person. That kid's after  the
starting shortstop position on the team and as far as he's  concerned fuck
a whole bunch of haircuts!
First there's  a bus ride to Logan Airport and then they'll fly to an
airport in  Georgia that's like seventy-five miles from Macon. So that's another
longish bus ride. There's also another college going to Macon for  games
that the Merrimack team will play. Next month those  same college baseball
teams play games here at Merrimack. I drive  Rob to the baseball park where the
bus is idling, waiting for the players to get  on. Naturally Rob's here
fifteen-minutes ahead of time and I can see he wants to  commiserate with his
teammates so I pat his back and tell him, "Good luck, Rob.  Hit a homer for
me." We did our hugging and kissing 'goodbye' at the  apartment. We're not so
'out' we'd do it in front of the team. That'd be  obnoxious of us.

I hang around on  the periphery of the players in case Rob forgot something
that I could  drive back and get for him, but the bus takes off without Rob
needing  anything. I drive back to the apartment to hang-out. Lying on the
sofa I'm  like, 'So I've got Thursday night and all day Friday and Saturday
on my  own'. That sounds great except John Smith works and Pony has classes
on Fridays;  two of them. Well it's not all about having sex anyway. I could
just hook-up and  have bull-shit sessions with Chubby except he and John
Beverly are in  Boston again with some girls doing whatever it is they do. Not
feeling the  Quad I'm thinking about doing the laundry when my cellphone
beeps.  Caller ID shows it's a text from Dennis Raymond. Holy shit! The bakery
delivery  guy! I was just thinking about him when Pony and I fucked behind
Stop  & Shop. I like Dennis and his big dick.

His text reads: 'I  finally got this route and I'm finished early again.

Are you free?'  I've gotta think about this for a minute before deciding if
I'm free  or not. I mean, obviously I couldn't be more free but do I want to
do it with  him again? And do I want to chance doing it in his truck behind
Stop & Shop  like last time? Well, we don't need to do it in the truck. We
could come  here except,: do I want Dennis knowing where I live? Why  do I
care if he knows where I live? Shit, what do I wanna do? And how many
questions have I asked myself in the last minute, with this  being another one?
Balls! Not too long ago I wouldn't be  hesitating; I'd just meet him. Getting
old isn't all it's cracked-up to be.  There, I didn't ask myself a question...

There's his phone  number so I call it and tell him to come to the
apartment. He obviously knows  the apartment complex because he's driving on route
114 all the time when he has  this delivery route. I give him directions to
my building and as I'm waiting for  him I'm remembering his odd story of
being tossed out on the street by his  'rents after graduating high school, and
Dennis with a 3.8 GPA  too. Jesus! They threw him out because he wouldn't
lie and say he's no  longer homosexual. The parents sent him to a psychiatrist
weekly for the  last year-and-a-half of  high school but the doc couldn't
talk him out of what Dennis knew in  his brain was true.  He's a nice looking
guy in a conventional way, meaning  he's not cute per se. He's pleasant
looking with soft blue eyes  and a very nice smile and grin. Dennis is four
inches taller than me with  an okay build. He was clean-shaven when I last saw
him and he had  all that long white-blond hair in front while the rest of
his hair was  about one-inch long. Weird hairdo!
Looking out the sliding  glass doors I see his box truck with 'ITALIO'S
BAKERY' in big letters on the  side. Going out on the balcony I watch Dennis
get out of the truck and  look around. He's parked illegally near a fire
hydrant. "Yo, Dennis," and he  looks around and then up at me and waves. Nice
smile! I yell down to him,  "The door to the right of this balcony. I'll buzz
you in. I'm on the first  floor." He yells, "This is very nice of you,
Dylan." He has the hat on he was  wearing at Captain's Pizza where I met him.

After buzzing the back door open I  wait for him in the hall thinking how I just
recently went through this with  John Smith. Dennis comes through the doors
from the stairs and strides down the  hall to give me a hug. He's tall!
"Dylan, this is awesome you." I smile to  myself noticing that Dennis' clothes
smell like bread while John's smell  like automobile tires.

We go inside and he  goes through the routine of, "Wow, this is a nice
place you got here,  Dylan." I go, "Thanks. My roommate and I share the place
but he's away for the  weekend." Dennis, who graduated high school the same
year I did, gives me a  grin, muttering, "I was wondering about the roommate,
but figured he must be out  if you invited me over." There's something
different about him and then I'm  like, "You got your new tooth in front." He
nods and points to a bottom  tooth, saying, "This one. It's an implant. The
only thing that hurt  was the needles before the dentist started." I go, "I
can't tell the difference  from your other teeth." He takes a deep breath, then
grins saying, "I'm a little  nervous," and he does a nervous chuckle. I go,
"No reason to be. Take your hat  and coat off. Um, not to hurry you but I
know ya gotta get the truck  turned-in by four o'clock." It's only
ten-after-three so we don't  actually need to rush that much.

He takes his hat off  and my eyes bug-out a little. The long blob of
white-blond hair that hung on his  forehead last time I saw him is now a
quarter-inch long. I sort of  point, "Um, your..." and he covers the front of his
head with his hand blushing  a bright red. "It looks stupid, doesn't it? I told
Wayne it was too long  and he took scissors and cut the bangs back to my
scalp. It's grown out  a quarter-inch since then." The hair on the rest of his
head is the same  length it was the last time I saw him, which is about an
inch. I'm like, "Was he  pissed-off or something?" He shrugs, "Who knows
with Wayne. I just mentioned it  was longish and he got up from his chair,
grabbed a pair of scissors and  cut it all off." I go, "What'd you say?" He
makes a 'face', "I said nothing.  What could I say?" I mumble, "Well that guy is
a total asshole for doing that."  Dennis mumbles, "I know."

It's a little awkward  now. I say, "I cut hair, Dennis. Would you like me
to even it all into a  buzzcut?" He shakes his head, "No, um, thank you. Let
sleeping dogs lie, ya  know?" I nod, "Are you happy there with, um, what'd
you say his name is?" He  goes, "It's Wayne, and yes I'm okay." I'm like,
"You sure?" and he nods and does  a fake grin. What the fuck? I shouldn't get
involved so I mumble, "Well, ah,  let's go in my bedroom."

As we walk down the  hall, Dennis asks, "Is it okay if we do it like last
time?" I'm like, "Sure. Is  that how you always do it?" He goes, "No, not
always. It depends on my partner.  The week after you and I had sex in the
truck I got horny thinking about that  and how awesome it was doing it with
someone my own age. I went  online to the escort service I use and hired, I
guess you'd call it  hired, a twenty-four-year-old guy and we did it lying down.

Oh man though, he  was a screamer and demanded an extra fifty buck from  me
because my dick's so big." That's so sad for Dennis that he needs to pay
for it. I go, "Why not try picking up someone in a gay bar?" He's taking his
pants off, saying, "I do that sometimes too but it's time consuming and not
 usually very successful. The guys I want aren't interested in me and the
older men I don't want are interested, ya know?" No I don't know, but  I
say. "Well forget about that for now."

He's got his pants and  underpants off going through his pants pocket, for
a condom would be my guess.  I'm staring at his penis thinking it didn't
look that big last time. It's only  as long as mine but probably gets longer
when hard, and the girth is amazing.  I'm thinking the diameter has gotta at
least four-inches. It must be  uncomfortable between his legs
twenty-four/seven. Yeah well I've  read where some guys 'fist' their sex partner's ass and
a fist is usually  bigger than four-inches in diameter so the rectum is more
flexible than  most people would believe. Dennis' cock is probably the
largest I'd be  brave enough to have a go at, while sober anyway. He stands
there asking, "You  going to drop your pants, Dylan?" I'm like, "Oh, ha ha,
yeah, of course,"  and quickly do that as Dennis says, "If you don't mind I'm
taking my shirt off  too. The tails get in the way." I shrug, "Go ahead." What
the fuck, I take my  sweatshirt off too. I only had socks on my feet when
he came in and  now I'm naked except for the socks. He still has a t-shirt
on.

Dennis waits for me to  start us off, so I go, "I wouldn't mind giving that
pecker of your's a suck  or two." His eyebrows shoot up, "Really? You'd
suck my dick?" I go, "Sure, why  not?" He takes another one of his deep breaths
and lets it out nosily,  mumbling, "That'd be great." I drop to my knees in
front of him and the first  thing I do is test his scent by inhaling as I
pick-up his large organ. There's  nothing but a neutral smell coming from
Dennis. The head of his cock is a  mouthful for sure. Mostly I can only lick it
because my teeth would  come into play if I tried sucking on it. I'm sure
some guys could handle it  but I can't. I lick the head and stroke the shaft
and in about a minute it  starts getting hard. Taking it out, I'm like, "Heh
heh, that's a mouthful. Um, I  just wanted to get you started." He goes,
"Thanks," and strokes it tightly  scrunching his face making a wheezing sound
drawing air in between closed  lips. Damn that big cock is getting hard now
and it really  looks formidable. I stare for a second before coming to my
senses and  get up off my knees as he rolls a condom on his huge boner,
saying, "This  condom is extra large with extra lube for comfort." I go, "Uh
huh," and turn around. Right away I feel the nipple of the slippery  condom drag
across my left butt cheek and then poke my  asshole.

Dennis says, "Maybe you  should bend over some more, Dylan." I lean over
and hold onto  the bureau. There's pressure on my anus now and it  begins
spreading open. Then some more spreading and then  even some more. He's going in
very slowly. It feels good being  stretched like this back there and then
with more spreading it stops  feeling good and starts hurting. Dennis says,
"The first half of the head  is in so hold your breath because the fat part
is coming next." Then I yell,  "OH! SHIT!' and drop my head between my arms
as the bulbous head squeezes  in past my sphincter muscle and I see black
dots for a  few seconds. Really hurts! I'm holding my breath as tall Dennis
rubs my  shoulders, murmuring, "It'll be fine in a minute, Dylan." And he's
correct.  It starts feeling pretty good but being opened-up like this is a
unique  experience. I kinda like it, and say, "I'm good, Dennis," although it is
still  hurting.

He pushes some of  the fat shaft in and there's some pain but I'm okay with
it. My stretched anus  is stripping most of the lube off the condom with
every inch it goes up my ass. Denis is pushing it  in slowly but not ultra
slowly. It takes about thirty-seconds before I  feel, first his pubic hairs
tickling my butt cheeks, and two-seconds later he's  is leaning tightly against
my buttocks. I'm bent over quite a bit, my  head just above my knees
because I don't have much choice, that huge boner would  bend me over whether I
wanted to or not. Dennis has a hold of my hips and  when he pulls his cock
back out it feels like my bowels are  pulling back out with it. Withdrawing all
the way out except  for the bulbous head that's captured around its neck by
my really stretched asshole lips.  Pulling back slightly more distends the
lips as I gasp and then he  pushes that very large hard boner back up my ass
and my whole  body shudders. Dennis  murmurs, "Oh man, I love your ass,
Dylan. Here we go," and he starts thrusting  with lights blinking red in my
brain and my asshole exploding  with sizzling pleasure sensations from every
single nerve ending all around  and up and down my rectum. Nothing is missed
by that moving enormously  hard boner.

I'm squatting a little  to ease the way for his big dick to make it's back
and forth trip and it  feels better this time then the time we did it in his
truck. Maybe  because I know it's not going to do any damage. Goddamn this
feels good now that  the hurt has faded away. I'm shuddering and shaking
making Dennis chuckle and  say, "I'm so happy you're enjoying this too, Dylan."

I must look like a dork in  this bent-over squatting position but it the
best position to get the most  pleasure from his huge boner. He never gets
going fast enough to create the  normal sounds of males fucking. It kinda fast
and very steady though and  I get to moaning, "Ooh, ooh, ooh," making a
bigger dork of myself but  I can't help it. My cock quickly gets to sticking
straight out, very hard  and trembling. There's nothing overtly dominant about
Dennis except his large  cock. And his big organ is totally controlling me
whether he knows it or  not. My prostate button is slamming out pleasure like
a screen door in  a hurricane.

No matter that  he's a meek and mild innocent lad, when ya have cock like
Dennis it's  automatically dominant once that boner's controlling you. I
have no  choice but be submissive and get in this odd position of almost
doubling over. That's not a complaint though because I'm enjoying the hell  out
of it, and it's like four minutes of steady thrusting with Dennis letting go
of me and just humping his hips sending his log of a boner up my ass and
pulling it back as I sway forward and then get pulled backward with me
constantly moaning, "Ooh, ooh, ooh," along with Dennis' noisy breathing. When he
leans forward with the palms of his hands spread on my back he picks  up
the speed now and even with that soup-can-size boner he's got it's  moving
fast now and the, "Slapslapslap," sounds ring out at last. I'm in a  blizzard
of sexual sensations but I don't last  thirty-seconds into his rapid
thrusting before I squeal with cum shooting out of  my steel boner sizzles  in a
fast streak to splatter between my feet. Another streak of cum and I'm  shaking
like a leaf in a storm. My whole body is alive with sensations and my
rectum glows with pleasure but it's over in ten-seconds or so and now I'm a rag
doll flopping against the bureau as Dennis continues pounding  away.

It has to be two full  minutes after I climaxed that he's making a high
pitched, "Ahhhhh,"  squeal humping against my ass and filling the condom with
his creamy  goo." I'm holding onto the bureau for dear life while he finishes
his  climax. He gasps for air and then sort of laughs. Standing up straight
he's  pulling me up too, saying, "I had to laugh with joy because this was
absolutely  wonderful, Dylan. Your primo ass is really special." I'm nodding
my head but  can't stand completely up straight with his big cock still up
my ass. As he  pulls it out I'm going, "Oooooh, mmmm,' with my shoulders
shuddering. That  was pure sex and it's left me trembling a little. The weird
open-ass feeling is  slightly disturbing but I've had experience with it
before and know it will be  okay in a half-hour or so.

He's rubbing his face  with both hands, mumbling, "Goddamn, that was
choice. Thanks, Dylan. Dude,  and you smell good too! Wow!" I'm smelling the back
of my  wrist still feeling sensations tingling in my rectum and feeling
submissive to him still as I think about getting fucked with his giant  boner.

Dennis is oblivious of my submissive sense that's still hanging on  until he
looks concerned, asking, "Um, are you okay?" I nod,  "Yeah, but that was
quite a workout. Felt really good though Dennis. You  don't need to thank me."

He pulls his condom off with a golfball of cum at the bottom and we both
walk bare-ass into the bathroom where he flushes the condom and I use a
washcloth to wipe the lubricant off my ass.

My asshole is still  wide open of course and when in the bedroom pulling my
jockey  shorts up I do it gently and notice some soreness around my anus
and inside my  rectum. Didn't feel the soreness last time but this fuck lasted
at least twice  as long as the first one. Dressed and sensing the
submissive feeling slipping  away finally I offer Dennis a beer but he's concerned
about getting the truck  back to the shop on time. We bump fist as he asks,
"Can I text you again?"  I go, "Sure Dennis. We're fuck-buddies now." He
grins, "Thanks. I like the way  that sounds, um, buddies." And that's it. He goes
out and I assume  gets the truck to the shop on time. I'd kind of like
having a beer with him and  finding out more about his situation at home with
the weirdo, um, I forget his  name again. Yeah except it doesn't seem Dennis
is interested in anything  but spending fifteen-minutes together for a
six-to-seven-minute  fuck.

Sitting down gently on  the armchair I'm feeling okay. A little sore inside
but that was a good climax,  and Dennis is an interesting guy. He's a
polite gentle guy, especially  considering his size. I remember he said he played
football and I  think basketball all though high school and, like I said,
he had almost a 4.0  GPA all four years and yet his parents still threw him
out of the  house because he's gay. Jesus! That blows! What kind of people do
 that?
Oh well, I don't  know what I'm going to do tonight. It's a Thursday night
and I've already been  fucked, so maybe I'll stay in tonight. Just for the
hell of it I have a beer by  myself thinking about Rob and how he's still in
the air flying to Georgia. I  should have gotta a job with the baseball team
like I thought I might try to do  over Christmas break. I'm not sure if I
were, I don't know, the team's mascot if  I'd even go on away games. I
wouldn't be a mascot anyway! I watch a sports talk  radio show on TV for an hour
and then flick off the TV wondering why they  televise a radio show. It's
three guys behind microphones talking.  Dumb!

Not feeling like making  dinner for myself I call in a pizza order and then
go pick it up without seeing  anyone I know. I drink a Pepsi while eating
the pizza watching Sports Center on  the small kitchen TV. Realizing I can't
eat a whole pizza I wrap three  slices in plastic, and as I'm putting it in
the refrigerator my cellphone rings...

to be continued...  Donny Mumford     thinat20@yahoo.com

donnymumford@outlook.com

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